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Greg entered the bar. He could not immediately spot Chloe, because she sat with her back turned towards him. He first saw a young business lady, pencil skirt, white blouse accentuating her ample bust, quite pretty but not as hot as Chloe. Greg cursed himself inwardly. Here he was looking for his girlfriend and yet automatically checking out the other ladies in the room. Men just can’t get out of their skin, Greg thought. He hoped Chloe had not caught him eyeing this woman.

Suddenly the woman’s face lit up, she went wide-eyed and waved at him. Now he also realized that Chloe was sitting at the same table and turned to him. The business lady had to be a friend of Chloe’s. She had not even told him she was bringing a friend. Greg felt caught red-handed. He blushed, but waved back, trying to look as cool as possible.

“Look, is that your Greg there? I think he just checked me out, ha-ha,” Jade whispered to Chloe.

“Oh really, he will regret that soon,” Chloe replied with a devilish grin.

Chloe hugged Greg and gave him a big kiss.

“Hi babe, meet my bestie, Jade. We know each other since we were children. She is just a wonderful person. Jade, this is Greg. Greg is…well, you already know all about him” Chloe introduced the two of them smiling broadly.

“Hey hey, hi Greg, very nice to meet you finally, Chloe has already told me SO MANY things about you. I am really happy for the two of you. You surely are a great match.”

Greg was a little uncomfortable. What had Chloe told her. Certainly, she would not have told her about…or would she?

“Wow, thank you. I am the lucky one finding Chloe,” Greg replied emphatically.

Jade turned to Chloe, “Sweetie, you didn’t tell me that he is such a polite and handsome man.”

“Oh, come on guys, please stop the pleasantries, we’re all chilled. Relax.” Chloe rolled her eyes and Greg joined them at the table, taking the seat next to Chloe facing Jade.

But Jade was not done yet. “No, really, look at him. So tall and handsome, and then with such good manners. That’s a rare find. You really have a knack for the good ones.” And turning to Greg, she said, “You know, to tell you the truth, Chloe here, she’s totally into tall, big guys. All her boyfriends have been really big. I always wonder how my petite Chloe here can even cope with that.” giggled Jade. She lightly kicked Chloe’s foot under the table.

“Oh Jade, don’t judge a book by its cover. Greg here, for example, he may look so big and strong and muscular on the outside, but he’s all cute underneath.” Chloe winked surreptitiously at Jade. Jade dropped her gaze towards Greg’s groin for just a split-second.

Greg blushed at all this innuendo. Chloe was surely being metaphorical here. But had not Jade just peeked at his groin? They could not possibly be talking about his dick right in front of him. It was all innocent small talk, surely. Greg tried to convince himself, despite feeling his little one stiffening inside his boxers. He shifted in his seat, the girls exchanging knowing smiles.

“Ha-ha, istanbul travesti you girls are so funny. How was your week then?” Greg tried, to play it cool and the girls decided to play along for now and let him steer the conversation to more innocuous topics.

They talked about their jobs and plans for the coming weeks and the soon to come summer vacation. Greg liked Jade, too. She seemed as easy-going as Chloe. She was also funny and an educated young lady. While drinking cocktails the three of them spent a very pleasant evening together. Everyone seemed to get a bit tipsy, but this just added to the relaxed atmosphere. After a while Greg had to answer some emails on his phone and the two girls talked among themselves. Greg noticed that at some point they suddenly spoke in a language that was foreign to him. It must have been Korean. He guessed that Jade also had Korean roots. He wondered what they were discussing.

“Nah, you can really ask him, no worries” giggled Chloe in English again.

“No, you’re stupid, just shut up” hissed Jade. She was acting upset, hiding their plan.

“What’s it all about? Why are you talking in your secret language?” Greg inquired.

“Oh, it’s not really thaaaat important. But if you really want to hear it already: I’m dating this guy right now; we’ve slept together a few times and he just…” Jade lowered her voice and leaned forward “…he just doesn’t make any effort at all to satisfy me orally. I thought, every guy knows that women love oral too, don’t they? Do you have any tips on how to get him to do it?”

Greg blushed. The cocktails had relaxed him a bit, but he was still embarrassed by her direct approach to him. What had Chloe told her? Did Jade know he had a season ticket between Chloe’s thighs? Chloe and Jade exchanged knowing glances again.

“Well, so, maybe he’s just not the type?” tried Greg a lame explanation.

“You mean you have to be the type for it?” asked Jade.

“Oh, I mean YOU as in “someone,” not “you” as in “you, Greg” obviously,” she corrected herself quickly but laughing inside.

“Yeah, of course, I get what you mean” Greg blushed again. “Everyone has some sort of preferences or things they like more or like less,” he tried to save himself in generalities.

“Hmm,” Jade pondered “maybe you’re right. He’s more of the macho type who always wants to call the shots and always has to be on top and set the pace and all that. Maybe he really just isn’t the serving type. And…” Jade leaned closer to Greg and Chloe again and said in a low voice “…he really has a huge cock. The sex is rough and fantastic.” Jade giggled.

“Jesus, babe, I think you are drunk.” Choe scolded her playfully. “How can you just blurt out this vulgar thing. What will Greg think about me and my friends?”

“Don’t worry babe, I am cool with it.” Or at least Greg whose face changed to a dark crimson red tried to act cool.

Did Jade just indicate that she knew he was a total sub and that he had a small dick? Did she know all of that? Or did travesti istanbul she just get tipsy and bold and just didn’t really care what she was saying?

The rest of the evening went without further embarrassment for Greg, and he was glad that soon it was time to go home.

Greg and Chloe showered together and started making out in the shower. His hands were everywhere, and she loved it when he massaged the shower lotion into her skin. At first, he stood behind her, massaged her breasts, and took a lot of time for her nipples. The hot water, the slippery shower gel and his touches created a smorgasbord of arousal in Chloe. When she leaned back into him, she could feel his little hard-on poking her just above her butt.

“Don’t forgot my legs,” Chloe turned to Greg and pressed lightly on his shoulders, signaling him to get on his knees. Greg complied immediately, him being at her feet was nothing unusual anymore. He knelt and took a handful of shower gel and spread it over her soft but shapely slender thighs. He loved the feeling of stroking her taut, smooth skin. Chloe was not muscular, but her legs were in perfect shape. She turned so Greg could work her ass. He saw her perfect, clean-shaven pussy peeking out invitingly between her sweet yet full ass cheeks while he was lathering her ass and thighs. Chloe felt herself getting wet, her pussy juice combining with the shower water. She turned back around and lifted her right leg slightly. “Calves.” A simple command and Greg set about massaging her calves. He hesitated for only the briefest moment. Kneeling here and washing his girlfriend’s calves and – sure enough soon – her feet, especially the feet, was another level of submission. “But what the hell, she knows anyway,” Greg thought. He took his time on both her lower legs paying special attention to her delicate feet and her delicious, cute toes. Chloe looked down at him, satisfied. How nice it was to have a submissive boyfriend. Right at your feet.

She would make him kiss her feet soon. Not just tonight, she thought.

When Greg was done with her calves and feet Chloe spread her legs a bit more, at the same time grabbing his head gently and directing him between her thighs. No explicit command was needed, Greg knew what to do. Carefully he licked the narrow area between thighs and pussy, very slowly from bottom to top, first on the right, then the left. Chloe loved the feeling. His tongue was so close to her dripping clam, yet not really there yet. He repeated the motion of his tongue. It was driving her crazy. She needed to feel his tongue on her pussy now and gripped his hair tighter, directing him to the center. Greg lowered his head, stuck out his tongue as far as he could, touching the sensitive spot between pussy and anus. In a long slow motion, he licked with his full flat tongue upward over her entire pink flower until he reached her clit. Chloe shuddered.

“Hmm, yeah, keep doing that.” She moaned.

On Greg’s tongue, the aroma of her pussy mingled with the water that continued to istanbul travestileri trickle down her body. He added several more long-drawn-out licks. Chloe opened her thighs wider.

“Yes, babe, you are such a great pussy licker. I wish Jade could ever experience such an amazing tongue.”

Did she just indicate he should lick her bestie eventually?

“Someday, you need to show her date, how to do that” Chloe indulged in the thought.

What was she thinking? Should that guy learn it by seeing Greg lick Chloe? Would she like that? Or did she want him to lick Jade himself and the guy watch it? Or did she mean Greg should give the guy a dry licking-lesson of some sort? Greg was rock hard.

Chloe could sense his uncertainty as he paused for a second. She leaned her head back and grinned widely. She grabbed his head again and pressed it against her moist mound.

“Just keep licking, babe” she said it loud enough for Greg to hear.

Greg started his favorite technique now, the alphabet lick. At some point he had read that on a website, and it had never let him down. Women just loved it. Instead of licking completely uncoordinated, this rule said to lick the alphabet. So vertical and horizontal, oblique, and straight, short, and long licks alternated right, left, up, down the middle as well as some arcs. Greg took his time and licked tantalizingly slow. “…E…F…G…”. Chloe loved every bit of it, herself busy touching her tits, pinching her nipples.

When Greg got to M, N and O Chloe’s thighs began to tremble. God, he had such a talented tongue. She felt her juices flowing out of her. Chloe turned off the shower.

Greg tasted the difference immediately. If just a moment ago the shower water had mixed with her juices, now he got the pure taste of her spasming vagina on his tongue.

“Suck me,” Chloe commanded, panting.

Greg now began to suck on her hot box rather than lick it. A stream of the sweetest pussy juice he had ever tasted flowed from her love channel. There seemed no end to it.

Chloe grabbed his head with both hands and pressed it firmly into her crotch. “Yes, Yes, suck me good, Oh Yes, Oh my god, yes, don’t stop, yees, fuuuck.” Her body shook with violent thrusts and her loud moans filled the room. Greg sucked on her pulsing pussy with the utmost eagerness and then suddenly he felt his open mouth flooded with liquid, the taste still sweetish with a salty touch. That’s when the realization struck him: Chloe was squirting right into his mouth. She was holding his head firmly in place while she herself had trouble staying on her feet. She screamed out her orgasm and kept fucking his face uncontrollably. Greg had no choice but to swallow, only to have his mouth filled the very next moment. What he could not swallow ran out of the corner of his mouth and down his face and body.

“God, I just looove your tongue,” slowly Chloe regained her breath. She loosened her grip on Greg’s head and motioned for him to stand up. She smiled at him and stroked his completely smeared face. “You officially got pussy juiced.” She embraced him tightly and gave him a kiss on the chest, snuggling close. She lowered her gaze to Greg’s stiff, pink, little pee pee.

She grinned to herself blowing a kiss downwards mouthing silently: “Who needs you anyway, ha-ha.”

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This is a continuation of the story: Jason Dominates Wife and Daughter.

Over the next few weeks, Jean came to love her sessions with Jason. She was almost addicted to serving him sexually. They had many get- togethers and Jean had come to love his big cock and dominant ways. Jason enjoyed not only Jean’s perfect MILF body but also the feeling of power and domination he got by playing with this beautiful woman in front of me, her husband. Jean came to need sex with Jason. She had never had a cock the size of his nor a dominant man who knew how to play with her so well. Her relationship with Jason became a sexual obsession.

Although Jean did not know it at first, Jason had asked to see pictures of our beautiful 22-year-old daughter (Ashley). I shared these with him and he was intrigued by her beauty and prominent, full breasts. Although Jean had a mature beauty, Ashley was strikingly gorgeous with her nubile, young body with breasts that dominated her petite frame. The thought of having both mother and daughter serve him sexually began to interest him as a challenge. He loved Ashley’s huge tits and very voluptuous lips, which he imagined being perfect to wrap around his cock. I was at first was shocked by the idea of Jason not only bedding my wife but also my daughter. However, the more I thought about it, the more intrigued I became. The vision of my sweet almost innocent daughter becoming the sexual plaything of this older, dominant man became a frequent erotic thought. I couldn’t help but imagine how my young, beautiful daughter would look, kneeling at the feet of Jason, with her mouth engorged with his huge cock. Jason encouraged me in these ideas and told me that he was confident he would be able to convince both my wife and daughter to serve him.

After a few weeks, Jason started talking travesti istanbul to Jean about her daughter during sex. While he was fucking her and she was moaning and squealing as he filled her pussy with his cock. he would say things like:

“What would Ashley think of my cock?”

“Would she like it? Would she want to suck it?”

“Don’t you think you should share me with your daughter?”

“Tell Ashley you are fucking this huge cock and you love it.”

“Tell her she should try it for herself.”

“I want you to give your daughter to me to fuck.”

Jean did not at first respond to his questions about Ashley, concentrating instead on the pleasure she was enjoying from him. His comments shocked her, but she did not say anything because she had become totally subservient to Jason. Afterwards, however, she told me about it. She was hesitant to involve our daughter with Jason even though she knew Ashley would enjoy the experience. She doubted Ashley had ever experienced a dominant, older man, let alone one with a 9 inch cock. After a time, she would respond to Jason’s repeated comments and questions about our daughter, telling him between moans and gasps that she would probably love his big cock. The idea of sharing her daughter with Jason became something she thought would be good for both of them, and of course she wanted to please Jason.

Jean arranged for both Jason and Ashley to be in the house together so that she could be comfortable around him. It was obvious that Ashley was curious at Jason’s continued presence in our home. Was he just a good friend? You could tell the way she looked at us all she wasn’t sure.

Jean and Ashley have a very close relationship, which made it easier for Jean to finally talk to our daughter. After further encouragement from Jason, Jean istanbul travestileri at last broached the subject to Ashley. She told her about her amazing sexual experiences with Jason, how dominant and sexy he was, how his cock filled her up completely and made her feel incredible. At first, Ashley was shocked, but she respected her mother’s opinion and began thinking of the possibilities. Seeing Jason again after hearing her mother’s explanation, she could understand how this charming and sexy man could make her mother feel this way. He was almost a foot taller than she was, so he dominated her physically. She could appreciate his muscular, lean body. He was also charming and showed interest in Ashley and what she had to say. Although much older and mature, he didn’t treat her like a little girl. When Jason would look at her in a certain intense way and stare at her breasts, she would become embarrassed but also there was a growing feeling of submission and excitement for her.

Jean did eventually talk Ashley into watching her and Jason together in bed. (Jason secretly taped this first session.) First, Jason had Jean strip and kneel in front him. He pushed his cock into her mouth, telling her: “Suck it!” Jean was happy to comply, and began to work his cock with her mouth and tongue. Ashley sat nearby and watched intently as this dominant man forced her mother to serve him. She was amazed and mesmerized by the size of his cock and his muscular body. Ashley had never seen a cock so big. But her petite mother was able to accommodate most of it in her mouth. She was also surprised at how her beautiful mother was so submissive to Jason, seeming to worship that cock of his. At first, Ashley was embarrassed by the scene she was witnessing, but slowly her body started to respond. She started to breath istanbul travesti more heavily and her young pussy got very wet. Whenever Jason would stare over at her, she would drop her gaze. Ashley was amazed at how her mother was responding and she wondered what it would feel like to experience the same thing.

Jason maneuvered Jean on her knees so that she was facing Ashley. Then he slowly entered her pussy from behind. Jason stared at Ashley as he inserted his massive cock into Jean’s pussy. Jean moaned as his organ invaded her little body. He started pumping back and forth and Jean’s expression told Ashley everything she needed to know about how her mother was feeling. He pulled her hair back so that her body was arched to receive the whole length of his massive dick. Jean’s squeals became more and more pronounced. Ashley realized her mother was feeling the effects of Jason’s big cock, like nothing that she had ever been able to experience. Her previous boyfriends had all been average in size at best, and they had never been dominant and forceful like Jason. Ashley was becoming more mesmerized by the sexual act being performed right in front of her. The wetness in her pussy increased and her face was flushed. Her mouth was partly open and panting, almost in desire to taste that magnificent cock.

Jason continued to pound Jean from behind, and Jean was obviously loving his forceful fucking. He would look up at Ashley from time to time, and Ashley was incredibly turned on by his actions.

Finally, Jason’s thrusts became harder and faster, as he came close to the end. Jean’s cries were also at a crescendo. Ashley was so turned on by what she was witnessing. Jason moaned as he sprayed his cum in Jean’s pussy. The couple’s motions slowed as Jason’s cock slowly slid from her pussy. An inordinate amount of cum was leaking out of Jean as he pulled away. Our daughter was amazed at what she had witnessed. She watched the cum leak from her mother’s hole, and was fascinated. She knew that what was coming next would involve her….

To be continued…

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Alyssa stayed a step behind her partner and lover, Sandor, the white fox stepping ahead of her. He was the bolder one, yes, but that did not mean that she did not have her own strengths to be utilized too, all so that she could serve and assist him all the better as he grew in his powers as a mage. Still, the deer hybrid could not help but fear for him, the dark cave looming ahead.

“Sandor,” she whispered, brushing a curl of her short, brunette hair back out of her face, her ears twitching up out of the glossy sheen of it. “Are you… Are you sure this is okay?”

Sandor smiled at her, the white fox once more turning her heart over, his staff in hand. Her heart skipped a beat. He was so strong, so powerful — though there was something amiss there that Alyssa couldn’t quite put her finger on. She swallowed hard and stilled, trying to quiet the rapid, frantic beating of her heart. She could not do all that Sandor needed her to, after all, if she was as worried as she currently was. The only outward sign left of her anxiety remained in her twitching tail, bobbing back and forth.

“Of course, Alyssa,” he said, the fox’s voice smooth and soft, as if he was older than she remembered him being. “Everything is fine. Come on now, we’ve got to keep going.”

With only darkness ahead and light behind, Alyssa gulped hard. Why had he chosen this path? And yet she still trusted him. She always trusted him.

“Okay, Sandor, I’m with you. I trust you.”

The fox blinked and peered ahead, a soft chuckle on his lips.

“I only wish I could see a little better, Alyssa… Oh, I know!”

He smiled openly, as if suddenly remembering that he was a mage, though he did not have as good vision in the dark as most foxes. Chanting softly, he called fire to his hands, bursting to flickering life between the palms, fingers cupped around, though they would not be burned by the magic, white-orange flame. Alyssa blinked rapidly, unable to look directly at it.

“There!” He said, as if pleased with himself. “Now, we can go on.”

It helped a little as she joined him, side by side, heading deeper down the wide passageway of the cave, stony walls illuminated, though they revealed no discerning features. Alyssa shivered.

“Sandor…” She breathed. “Is this… Is this the only way? Can we not go another way?”

But Alyssa didn’t even remember where they were going as the doe-taur scooted in a little closer to him, concerned, though she had every right to be. She didn’t want anything bad to happen, no, not when she was with him, not ever. Sandor, however, did not answer her.

“Grrrrrnnnnnggghhhhrrrr…”

“Eep!”

Alyssa started, clutching at his arm. She was just a doe-taur — she wasn’t prepared to fight monsters! Yet the fox only grinned and winked at her, gently disengaging her from his arm, though the movement in the darkness ahead only sent her heart rate racing even more viciously, pounding in her chest like a beast that strained to break free from its ill confines.

“Don’t worry, Alyssa,” he said softly, cupping her face briefly, fingers trailing across her cheek. “You shouldn’t underestimate my agility!”

He rushed forward, casting the light back to her, the flame bobbing in the air — not even following him to light his way! And he could not see in the dark! Alyssa shrieked, clapping her hands to her face, though there was nothing she could do to help, woefully out of her depth, dithering back and forth, her cloven hooves skittering frantically across the hard ground.

His staff lunged forward, though she only caught the edge of movement in the darkness, a snarl that had to come from some kind of savage, untamed beast ripping through the air. He cried out, dim sounds of impact bouncing off the walls of the cave, though the echo made it even more difficult for the taur to tell just where any sound at all was coming from.

“Sandor! Sandor!”

Yet, istanbul travesti try as she might, she could not get through to him, the light hovering beside her, following her movement, Sandor in the dark. She called out to him, again and again, but the fighting and clamour merely echoed back at her off the cave walls, as if the sounds themselves were mocking her and her ability to fight as he did, with his training in the art of mage craft.

“Sandor — come back here! I can help you!”

She didn’t know just how she could help him, but all the doe-taur knew was that she had to try, had to do something, had to say anything — anything at all to get him back closer to her. She had hooves — she could fight! She could kick! Yes, she could lunge and she could strike, instinct locking into her, even if it was a more bestial way of defending herself. Still, it was what she could do and she prepared herself to do whatever it took to stand with Sandor, side by side.

That had to be him, the sound of chanting, another spell, bouncing off the walls, but it had not even finished when the worst sound in the world sliced through the suddenly still air.

“Aaaaarrrrghhhhhhnnnn…”

A scream, a cry. And then gurgling, as if something was spilling.

She rushed forward, tripping over her own hooves in her haste, uncaring of the danger. Her heart hammered against her ribcage and yet…it didn’t matter.

For her love laid there on the floor with the hope fading from his eyes, wriggling and squirming on the ground with a leopard anthro above him. The leopard with black rosettes and yellow fur glared at him, not even giving Alyssa a cursory glance, for he knew where the true threat lay there and how to disable his enemy. After all, no mage in the world could cast a spell powerful enough to do anything significant when the luxury of speech itself had been taken from them.

Sandor twisted, gurgling, eyes wide, clutching at his throat, but the leopard pinned him down, a heavy foot on his chest. The fox grunted, straining, fighting still, but every breath that he tried to take drew blood too into his trachea, mixing and going down where it was never supposed to, his muzzle and chest painted red in the splattering spray of his life essence.

Alyssa froze, hooves locked in place. And it was there that she was forced to watch as the life faded from his eyes too, along with the hope that had preceded it, his body growing still and dull and cold. The warmth of him rushed out in the gushes of hot, red blood, the leopard growling as he pinned him down, crushing his chest.

“S-s-sandor…”

She whimpered, a hand at her face. The flame that Sandor had created to light their way flickered and went out.

He was gone.

“No… Sandor! Sandor — wake up! Wake up, this can’t be happening! Sandor!”

*

Gasping, Alyssa twisted, fighting with something tangled around her, her skin drenched in a cold sweat. With her heart pounding as much as it was and tears building in her eyes, it took her a moment longer than it usually would have for her to realise that she was not in the cave, that she was there, in her bed with Sandor, her white fox partner. He blinked and rolled over with a lazy yawn, not quite near true wakefulness yet as he tried to struggle awake, dull and groggy without even a clue of what she had been through in her nightmare.

The deer-taur whimpered and drew her forelegs in close to her, rolling and shifting so that she was lying on her deer half, her torso rising from the bed, the sheets that had tangled up around her spilling from her shoulders and back. A dream, just a dream… But it had all felt so real.

She reached out, huffing, her arm stiff with cramps. Was he still there? Was her fox still there? He reached for her as Alyssa stared at him, tears in her eyes, holding her own arm as pins and needles blistered through it.

“Alyssa… Alyssa, are you okay?”

He brushed her sore arm with his fingers and she all but flung herself into his arms, shaking all the time, though the tears were quick to fade. After all, it was not as if she had not had nightmares before, even if that one had shaken her to her core, to the very root of her being. The fact that the familiar room, with the sheets and the curtains that she had picked out, the ornate wooden dresser with the deer-taur carvings laid into the front of the drawers, was around her helped a little. It helped ground her, allowing her to travesti istanbul take deep, steadying breaths, to sink her energy back down into the ground, locking her into the realm of reality once more.

The dream realm, after all, did not deserve to hold her for any longer than it already had. Sandor rubbed her sore arm, cramped, with his fingers, easing the ache from it. A little natural healing magic poured into her, the affinity of plants pressing softly and sweetly into her body to help soothe it.

“It was horrible, Sandor,” she said quietly as he cradled her. “It was horrible… I, we, were in a cave and there was a leopard. It was dark and I felt like I couldn’t help you as you fought something, someone, another mage, a leopard. I don’t know how he did it…but he ripped out your throat and…and…”

She gulped, though not even that helped soften the tears that were, once again, building in her eyes. Sandor chuckled faintly, drawing her in close to him, though there was nothing mean in his eyes, even as he softened the situation with his light laughter.

“Oh, Alyssa… I promise you, I’d never put you or me in a situation like that. I’d never run off into the dark like that — you know what my eyesight is like! It was probably just a bandit in your dream, the pixies have gotten into your ears again.”

That was an old folk’s saying, about pixies planting bad dreams in the ears of creatures before they slumbered, and it was silly enough to get her to grunt and roll her eyes, shoving half-heartedly at the fox’s chest. However, she was simply so glad to be close to him that she didn’t try all that hard to get him away from her, not even as that annoying little smirk pulled subtly at the corner of his lips.

“I’ll never do something silly like that, Alyssa, I promise,” Sandor breathed, dropping a kiss on her lips, though he could have, surely, been strong enough to fight off a lone bandit if not for a dream world twisting things out of the realm of reality. “Nothing bad will ever happen to me, I know. I will always be careful, not for me but for you, always and forever. You’re the most important thing in the world to me…”

She needed that, pressing in close to him, feeling calmer than she had since waking up. His quirky, almost cheeky nature would surely come back in time, teasing her and poking fun (if not sexually too!) — and then she would be in trouble. He was a handful at the best of times, but the fox only seemed to have flourished and come into himself more and more after breaking free of his parental home, becoming the most well-known mage in the area. And his experience was only growing more and more as he learned and studied, taking on more projects and challenges, all so that he could earn more money, increase his knowledge and, of course, be the strongest mage that he could be.

She exhaled softly, her nerves still jittery after the dream. Her body still pumped with adrenaline, even though her mind recognised it as a dream.

“I’m going for a walk,” she said, the night still upon them, even though it would likely be touched with dawn soon. “Just to settle myself.”

The fox watched her leave, dressing only lightly with a long, flowing blouse over her top half, just so that she would remain decent, in case there was anyone else out there. He wriggled into the warm spot of the bed that she had left, hot from the heat of her body and smelling, faintly, of irises.

“Mmm…”

The fox leaned into that scent, his dark nose twitching as he drew in more of it, wanting to savour it. The rich musk of animal, of deer, was there too, mingled with her natural scent, but there was certainly something about the doe-taur, even in her aroma, that drew him to her. Smiling faintly, he nestled down into it to wait for her, casting his magical senses out with a soft, muttered spell, just to keep an eye on her too, from a distance. Whereas Alyssa didn’t need him leaning over her shoulder, watching her every move, he just wanted to make sure that she was safe. The room itself was left in the tender, soft glow of only the moonlight, the fox knowing that that was what the doe-taur preferred to return to.

Alyssa breathed a little more easily in the summer air, crisp and light after the recent rains. The house that they had built together, along with hiring others from the growing town to assist in its construction, of course, was set near the lake, the waters still with not a hint of a breeze to ripple across istanbul travestileri the surface. At any other time, the perfect quiet could have been unnerving to her, still part prey animal, but she needed it that night.

Alyssa needed the quiet, the reeds touched with moonlight, not stirring against one another. The moon, nearly full, glanced off the water in a perfect, serene reflection, the meadow beyond the lake spreading to the foothills of the mountains, long, lush ground where many species of animals resided. The farmland was on the other side of the town, expanding in that direction, leaving the outskirts where they had set up their home peaceful and left alone, even if the town was sure to grow over time. They, however, were most likely to move on too, in time, growing as they were.

Alyssa stood quietly, feeling how her cloven hooves sank a little into the soft ground, comfortable in her position, only enough contraction held in her body to keep her upright. Otherwise, her body released the tension it had been holding, falling loose and relaxed, letting breath after breath carry the nightmare away.

A flicker of movement caught her attention, but there was nothing to fear, only a few small animals edging out from the line of evergreen trees. Even in the dead of winter, those trees with their needles stayed green, resolute to the most treacherous of weather conditions.

“Hello there, little ones.”

She spoke softly, reverently, for every life was sacred. A small fallow deer, half her size, pricked their ears: a doe, judging by the lack of antlers. Yet they were not alone, their hide glowing faintly with a yellow sheen, magic infusing their blood and their bones. Amongst their hooves hopped some rabbits, perhaps a hare, the different species in pink and blue glows of light, as if their fur itself had been caught by a luminescent touch. It was not something that she had seen before, not to that extent, and Alyssa smiled, filing away the magical phenomenon to tell Sandor about later. He would surely be very interested in how nature was developing and responding to the growth of magic in the town, sometimes in quite unexpected ways.

And, the truth was, that they were on the cusp of a change themselves. Even though they had aid to do it, it was time to move on from the town that they had grown up in, together, moving out of the shadow of his parents to seek out fresher, greener, more fertile pastures of life and knowledge. They couldn’t live there forever, even though they would face some kind of discrimination, one way or the other, due to them being an interspecies couple. Or not so much that they were interspecies, as anthros quite often got together, even married, to those of other species, but her being a taur. In the end, that was a problem, at least in the eyes of society.

However, it had never mattered to Sandor, the fox aware of how it impacted her life but doing all that he could to make things easier for her. In a world like theirs though, it was something to remember and hold close to their hearts that they had each other.

The next day, they would be moving, sorting through what was left, taking what they wanted to sell to the market, buying more to supplement their new life. She frowned, rubbing her forehead. Oh dear, was the horse and cart ready to take them? She had booked a large one, but after seeing how much they had to take with them, she wondered if it was going to be big enough, even then, to take everything that they wanted with them to their new home and the bigger town.

She sighed. No matter though. It would happen, one way or the other, and they would do it together. That was all that was important.

She smiled, taking her time, walking back to the house. One step after the other: that was what her mother had always told her and it had served her well in her life so far. In fact, Alyssa would even have said that she’d blossomed into quite the adult, a strong, capable doe-taur who could help Sandor in his mage training still. She would never be quite the same as a mage, of course not, for that was not the life path that she wanted to take, but she had grown and she had developed. There was little more that Alyssa could have asked of herself.

And, still, in her dreams… Those fears came that she was not good enough for Sandor, that she would not be able to protect him, that she would lose him.

But those were only dreams. And dreams did not have to become real — especially when they were not a reflection of the truth of her life.

She paused at the door, taking the time to wipe the mud off her hooves from the outdoors, softly walking back upstairs to be with Sandor.

Sleep still needed to be had.

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It was 6:04

Then began the session that changed it all. It started when she knelt across from him (she never wrestled from a standing position, both wrestlers always started from their knees) and he tapped her outstretched hand to “tag in” and begin. To set the tone, she rushed him immediately to try to catch him off guard, but he ducked to avoid her and hip checked her side. She managed to catch herself with her hands to not fall face first to the mat, and when she did he mounted her back with his arm now snaking around her neck. With him on her back she could not get off her hands and knees to grab his arm: he had her in a sleeperhold in about 9 seconds.

‘Damn it he was fast!!’ Jamie said to herself.

She had never experienced a person that quick. She fell to her side to get her weight off her hands and knees and tried to roll on him and smash him with her weight. As she tried that he wrapped his legs around her stomach and rolled her to her side. Now she was on her side, his skinny yet python like arms were secured under her chin and around her neck while his 5’5″ frame left his legs around the soft part of her belly: above her hip bones but below her rib cage. He began to scissor with his skinny yet also python like thighs. After about 15 seconds of trying to break either vice like hold she began to see stars and tapped his thigh for mercy.

He released her immediately. It took her a moment to catch her breath, when she did she looked over at his smiling, excited face.

“Wow!” he said. “That was amazing!”

“I bet…..” she said, stunned, completely speechless. He sat on the bed to give her a moment, then held his foot out so she could see the bottom of it and said:

“Want to worship my feet now? Or use your mulligan?”

She was speechless again. Worship his feet? She didn’t think so, not now, not happening.

“No. Sorry bud, that’s not happening now, not later.” she tried to say confidently. Despite trying to sound confident, she was shaken just a bit at the speed of her defeat.

“Ok,” he said without missing a beat “but that’s your only mulligan. I hope you used it wisely.” he continued with that same confident smile.

She collected herself, adjusted her top, and said “Ok, I want some payback.”

“Ok, let’s go!” he said as he knelt on the mat in front of her.

**************

‘Perfect start!’ Ray thought to himself proudly. He and Shannon had a feeling she would consider him a pushover, despite what he had told her about how the two wrestled, and Shannon thought she would try to establish dominance early. He used that against her perfectly. He thought he may be able to read her and outwit her, they both knew she was bigger and stronger than he was, but that first fall was too easy. He had read her perfectly! She declined to worship his feet after he forced her to tap out, but he thought mentioning it to her would put doubt in her mind, maybe even some fear now that she used her one mulligan. He could see that it was working as he heard a bit of a shake in her voice after the fall. Was this going to work? Too early to get greedy, it was only 6:06 and he had a long way to go.

*************

Jamie thought about how to start the second fall. Bull rushing him didn’t work, almost like he was ready for that and knew what she was going to do before she did. Now she was nervous. Almost anxious.

Wait, anxious? Jamie had never, ever felt anxious or nervous in a session, not even in her first one.

But here she was, deciding how to take this guy who had made her tap in about 45 seconds. She decided to play it slower and held out her hand. He tapped in and bull rushed her.

This was perfect, Jamie thought, he would come barreling into her and push her over while she rolled back and caught him in a body scissor. However, to her surprise, and dread, he stopped in his tracks and pushed her shoulders as she started to roll back. She tried to grab him with her legs like she initially planned but he quickly pushed her right leg over her left and climbed on top of her. He quickly straddled her thighs and slid up to sit on her hips and forced her butt to the ground. She reached up with her arms in a bit of a panic and he grabbed each of her wrists with his hands. Not good. Not good at all.

This was new to Jamie. Even when the short skinny guys went hard they usually weren’t strong or quick. This guy was both and, to make it worse, skilled and knowledgeable. Panic hit a bit more as she tried to pull her arms back out of his grip, not paying attention so him slowly inching forward across her bare belly. She stopped fighting with her arms and thrust her hips into the air and to the left, trying to throw him off, but by now he was seated on her belly and the thrusts did nothing.

‘Damn!’ Jamie thought! ‘Damn, damn, DAMN!!!’

“What now?” he said, in that same confident tone with that same confident smile. She tried to free her arms again, nothing. His grip didn’t have to be strong to control her wrists, istanbul travesti he had all the leverage, but it was strong enough.

“What now?” she tried to say without showing fear or nerves. “What now is I roll out and get my payback!”

She pushed her right arm left and tried to roll her body the same way, trying to knock him over but he held firm, his ankles locked in under her butt. She tried rolling right with no luck. She tried throwing him off again, but again he held firm. She tried throwing him straight up and slide out from underneath him backwards, but the bedspread over the sleeping bag padding didn’t allow her to slide easily. She tried again and made some progress, but her boobs got in the way and she wasn’t able to slide under past his legs.

‘Damn again!’ she cursed to herself. She never thought she would ever curse her breasts being too big, but she may have made it if they hadn’t hit his legs. Or maybe he would have ended up seated on her neck, that would have been even worse. His perch atop her was solid, so she pondered her next move.

“You are starting to breathe heavy,” he said. “and you still haven’t answered the “what now” question.” he said jokingly.

“If you keep this up you aren’t going to last the hour, and I plan to be sitting on you again before this is over. I would save some strength if I were you.”

She smiled back at him since she didn’t know what else to do. “Ok, just let me regroup.”

“Regroup? Ok. But technically I have had you pinned here for long past a 10 second count. If I were you, I would tap and let me have this fall.”

DAMN! He was right. She had been pinned for at least a minute, both shoulders were indeed on the mat and he was sitting almost on her chest. Now what…..

“Ok.” she said in defeat.

“Ok what? I believe it’s either a tap or I want to hear “I submit.”

“What?” she exclaimed! “No, I don’t plan to say “I submit.”, not happening.”

“I don’t think you are in a position to bargain, but ok, I will cut you some slack. But, next time I have you pinned and you can’t physically tap because I have your arms too, I’d like to ask that you say “I submit.””

“We will see, but for now I’ve tapped.”

“Ok. Do I get a victory pose over you? Or do you go straight to licking my feet?”

‘Damn!’ she cursed inside. ‘Damn, damn, DAMN!!!!’ She tried to keep her composure and play off the loss.

“Well played!” she said. “And that is your call, it’s your session after all.”

“Ok, then I want both! Can I put my foot on your chest for a victory pose? Then I’ll sit in the office chair while you get your two minutes!”

‘My two minutes!?!?’ she thought silently. ‘What does he mean my two minutes.’ she thought to herself. She didn’t say anything as she did agree to the terms. She was not looking forward to this…..

He stood over her, she didn’t move and stayed on her back while letting her legs down to the mat and laid fully prone on the floor. As she did, he smiled in an odd way, not overjoyed or excited or like a dream had come true, more like this was happening exactly the way he wanted it to. It unnerved her even more to see that look.

He put his foot squarely between her boobs, dug his toes a bit into her upper chest and put some of his weight on her as he steadied himself, put his hands on his hips, and looked down at her. He seemed to be taking in every inch of her body as his prize. His foot felt a bit clammy and cool to the touch, despite it being a comfortable room temperature, and it bothered her a little bit that she noticed that detail. Maybe she paid attention to it since worshiping these feet was in her very near future, but she wondered if that were true.

“Two to zero! You have some catching up to do, and I still have my mulligan.” he said in that familiar jokingly confident manner.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, ok, I know. But I plan to get mine.” she said. “Wait a minute, don’t you want to worship my feet anyway?” she asked, partly to stall. He had requested that in their emails.

“Yeah!” he said excitedly, “But all in good time.”

“Ok, are you ready for this?” he said as he pushed off her chest with his foot, digging his toes in just a bit again, and stepped away and sat in the chair.

She wasn’t sure what to do. She wasn’t sure what to think, and she fought anxiety. Part of her wanted to bail right then, refund his deposit, tell him she wasn’t comfortable with the session, and leave right then. She could, after all, there were no guarantees here, especially if he was acting inappropriate. She could even make it up to him and offer him a free hour without the foot worshiping clause she had stupidly agreed to.

No. No, she wasn’t going to do that. She had her word, and she had given it to him when she accepted the session. He hadn’t done anything wrong or inappropriate, and she wasn’t going to break her word, or their agreement, to welch on a deal she had made. No, that was not how she was raised, breaking the verbal istanbul travestileri contract might be worse for her conscious that following through and actually worshipping his feet.

“Yep, let’s do this.” she said with as much enthusiasm as she could fake, like she had done this type of thing before. She hadn’t, and who was she kidding, she had never licked a man’s foot, or a woman’s foot, or ever thought it appealing at all. No past boyfriend had asked for this, not even Trevor with his fetish for her feet.

As he was only 4 or 5 feet away after rolling the chair to her and she was still on her back from the victory pose. He could have rolled closer, but he didn’t, so she crawled over to him on her hands and knees. This didn’t help, not one bit. She got to the foot of the chair, sat on her heels (she was not sitting cross legged in a bikini!), and looked up at him. Nervousness grew. His face showed him to be both overjoyed and somehow expectant of what was going to happen. He put his left foot out but kept it a few inches from her face by not straightening his leg, his toes pointing right at her nose. She leaned forward but as she did, he pulled his foot back.

“You have never worshiped feet before, have you?” he asked, knowing the answer already.

“No, I sure haven’t.” she replied, still not quite sure how to process what was happening but noticing a catch in her voice. She hoped he didn’t hear that.

“I thought so, but that way you spoke just a second ago I started to wonder.” he said. “Typically, the person licking the foot and sucking the toes holds the foot so the receiver doesn’t have to hold his own foot up. You don’t have to, but it gives you more control to prevent my toes from pinching your lips or hurting you or anything like that.”

“I see.” she said, still in a bit of shock that this was actually about to happen….

“It will also help you do a better job. Ya know, you get more control. ” he quipped with that same smile, interrupting her shocked thoughts.

She reached up and grasped his foot by the arch, her fingers wrapping around the top of his foot. He immediately relaxed his leg, letting his foot drop and she instinctively used her other hand to grab his heel. She looked up and he was smiling that same damn smile. She hesitated for a few seconds, still holding his foot with both hands.

“The clock is by the bed, we can approximate the two minutes if you like, since this is the first time” he said. It was 6:09 and they spent the first few minutes small talking after the 6 pm start. She had been pinned twice and was about to lick his feet after five minutes into the session.

Shock, total shock. So many thoughts. Run. Leave quietly but quickly, even in her bikini. She could grab her purse from the bathroom, leave her clothes, and be gone in 10 seconds.

No.

No! She had her morals, and a deal was a deal. Right? She had to do it? Was the deal unreasonably? How did this happen?! What was she thinking?! Ok, she had to. She was going to. She did.

***********

Ray sat in the chair, mentally pinching himself to wake up from this dream. It could not have gone better, he had read her perfectly again on the second fall. Shannon had thought she may be nervous and it turned out she was. She expected Jamie to be ready for a bull rush from him as he would try to push his advantage. When he faked the rush, she reacted just like they thought she might and tried to catch him in her legs and not let him catch her in his arms. He stopped short as planned and gave her a gently shove over on her back.

Then he pounced. He pushed her incredibly dangerous legs aside and landed on her, forcing her flat on her back. She tried to buck him off, a predictable and doomed maneuver, and he used her motion to move up, lock his heels under her, and perch on her sexy bare belly. She paid for that doomed attempt to throw him off in another way: he now held her powerful arms by the wrists. Even though she was much stronger than he was, that part was obvious, he had so much leverage with her wrists in his grasp that she was now helpless. She just didn’t know it yet.

‘Now for the fun part’ he thought. The process would now begin!

“What now?” he said, it was his first attempt to get in her head.

“What now? What now is I roll out and get my payback!!” she said, more shaking in her voice. He felt a real nervousness in her for the first time

He shifted his weight on her, constantly trying to goad her into burning energy to escape, even though escape was impossible. She took the bait every time and bucked and squirmed with all her might. She finally tried to slide out from underneath him, which was also doomed but was the correct maneuver to try. However, her big tits got in the way and wouldn’t slide under his thighs, this stopped her progress. He now locked in tighter, no more playing, he didn’t want to risk losing his hold on her. He wanted the pin or the tap that he was due.

She paused and travesti istanbul quit squirming. He felt that she now knew she was pinned and helpless. He tried to climb further into her head with some well placed questions and some back and forth, then reminded her she had technically been pinned for way over a ten count: both her shoulders had been on the ground.

‘A perfectly predictable sequence.’ he thought. He didn’t expect it to go so well so early, especially against a woman of her size and experience. However, it was obvious she didn’t know how to wrestle. Ok, maybe she knew some moves or watched some videos, but she didn’t seem to know anything about reading your opponent or the massive mental component of true wrestling. She only knew how to dominate those who knew nothing and wanted to be dominated. She had paid for that lack of knowledge, and she was going to pay even more.

He asked for a victory pose with his foot on her chest to gauge how defiant she would be. She agreed willingly, almost too willingly, like this was a normal request and she was trying to play it cool. This wasn’t normal and Ray knew it: the vast majority of men who would pay $400 per hour to wrestle a woman like her want to lose, not win. They can pin their helpless wives and girlfriends in friendly wrestling matches at home if they beg and do enough housework. Men came to Jamie to lose. She should have known that too. This was more ignorance he would make her pay for.

He put his foot right between her big, perfect tits, pushing down on her sternum harder than he needed to while digging his toes in her chest much more than he had to. Her top held her boobs close enough together that they now touch both sides of his foot.

‘What an amazing rack! This girl has it all! Can these big tits really be mine soon?’ he thought.

‘Don’t get cocky!’ he told himself. It’s only 6:09, he still had a long way to go.

He got off her and sat in the chair to await his foot worship from this beautiful woman. He rolled close enough to the mat so that it didn’t make sense for her to stand and walk to him, but far enough away that she still had to move to get to him. He hoped she would crawl to him but didn’t expect it to happen. He was thrilled when it did.

She also said,”Let’s do this!” with an incredibly fake confidence when she should now be heading for the door, running out on the session. This was a very good sign, he and Shannon may be able to take control of her like they so very much wanted to.

‘Time for more mind games.’ he thought silently as she sat on her heels and looked up at him nervously. He “coached” her through the foot worship knowing she probably didn’t want to but probably would do it anyway. He was a client and she had agreed to it. He and Shannon were betting she would honor the verbal agreement instead of running out the door like she should have done. “Coaching” her would establish that she can take simple commands, a key first step in the process. He also made her hold his foot with both hands, further trying to establish his presence in her head.

He also knew not push too hard physically or mentally. He had to make her bend, then bend more, then bend even more before he could break her. If he pushed too hard or too fast she may run. Shannon warned him about this. He needed to make her bend time and time again while making sure she was still comfortable and, more importantly, make her think she had control of the situation. He felt ready for the challenge.

‘First get in her head, then own her head.’ he reminded himself.

‘No. Wait. Easy Ray, take it easy, and slow down.’ he told himself firmly. ‘Don’t get ahead of yourself. Remember what Shannon taught you: first you have to own her body, then get in her head, then own her mind, then you break her spirit. Then, if she is willing, she lets you own her soul.’

He was now more excited than he had been in quite some time as she was about to taste his toes. She was about to take the first steps down that path, that path he and Shannon would guide her down.

**********

Jamie fought back nerves and brought his foot up to her mouth with both hands and tasted his big toe for the first time. It was an incredibly odd feeling, his toe was cold, a little hairy on top, and had a distinct lack of taste. The taste wasn’t disgusting, insanely degrading maybe, but not disgusting. His toe wasn’t sweaty, stinky, dirty or any other negative sensation she would have thought. So, she sucked on his big toe for a few seconds and happened to look up at him.

That smile was still there, that same smile. She couldn’t explain it, but it was almost like he knew this would happen and he knew she would agree to the deal and end up here, at his feet, with his big toe in her mouth. Arrogance? Was it arrogance? She still wasn’t sure…

He didn’t speak, but wiggled his big toe to catch her by surprise. She pulled it out of her mouth and then moved to the other toes, taking them two at a time since they were smaller. She sucked on each pair for as long as she thought would be acceptable, then pulled them away. When she finished the toes, he lifted them to hint that she should give his soles some attention next. She paused, unsure what to do for the moment.

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[This story includes bodily functions and significant discipline. If any of this offends you, please read no further. This chapter will be much more comprehensible if you read the previous chapters first. All characters are well over 18. My thanks to Leslie Jones for encouraging me to use her Women’s Republic setting and her characters.]

Eleanor confirmed her reservation of her usual room upstairs at the club with the clerk at the front desk. Then she and Nicole took the elevator to the fifth floor where Eleanor led her to the assigned room. Eleanor had a key that opened the door, they proceeded inside, and Eleanor then locked the door and put the security bar in place.

“We shan’t be disturbed, I can assure you,” she smiled as she assured Nicole.

Nicole felt that she was now playing the major leagues with the power women of the Women’s Republic. Her usual confidence, spurred by her attractive appearance, with flaming red hair and a lovely figure, made her desirable to both men and women. She had warmed to Eleanor, and Eleanor to her.

Eleanor suggested that they get more comfortable as she helped Nicole unbutton her uniform jacket, blouse, and skirt, while untying her tie. For her part, Eleanor unbuttoned her own blouse and skirt. Now they both were in bra and pants, having slipped off their shoes. They sat on the couch together to roll their hose down and off.

The couch opened up into a very comfortable bed. Eleanor first took the younger sergeant into her arms, held her tight, and kissed her sweetly on her lips and ran her hands down Nicole’s back and into her panties in the rear. Nicole found herself aroused by Eleanor’s fingers teasing her anal opening as they pressed inside it.

Then Eleanor helped Nicole unhook her bra which released her charming 34Bs which Eleanor caressed and then teased the nipples until they hardened. For her part, Nicole unhooked Eleanor’s lilac bra which exposed her smaller breasts. Eleanor had never let her comparatively modest boob size bother her, so she was pleased when Nicole did tease her breasts and her nipples. Then as if on a script, the two simultaneously pulled their panties down and both were pleased to see that they had neatly trimmed bushes–Nicole’s red and Eleanor’s auburn.

Eleanor took Nicole in her arms again and they together rolled onto the bed and crawled under the sheets. They embraced, held each other tight, and then sought each other’s most sensitive places by softly running their fingers down the other’s labia and teasing her clit.

It was Eleanor who first positioned herself between Nicole’s spread legs to lick her pussy. This excited Nicole, who enjoyed being tongue-massaged on her labia and then inside before she asked Eleanor to sit with her legs up and around Nicole so the sergeant could reciprocate by licking her pussy.

Then Eleanor reached into the top drawer of the cabinet next to the bed and took out her own harness outfitted with a large purple cock. Nicole lay back and spread her legs while Eleanor held herself over her and slowly pressed the dong into the younger woman’s very wet pussy.

Nicole quickly began to buck with the movements in and out of the strap-on. Nicole was unaware that Eleanor had previously played with Major Kate in this same room and had also had some intimate fun with Janet, Eleanor’s boss, there as well.

Nicole liked to fuck, not caring very much if she was being filled by a man or a woman. She enjoyed Eleanor’s thrusting along with her caressing Nicole’s boobs.

“I can see you’re as prone to enjoying this kind of pleasure as I am,” Eleanor said softly as she thrust her strap-on in and out of Nicole’s vagina. She realized that, like Kate, Nicole was a trained disciplinarian. So, after she brought Nicole to orgasm, she kissed her deeply and whispered in her ear that she, Eleanor, was a very naughty girl who needed to be disciplined by Nicole.

Nicole was just coming down from the nice orgasm Eleanor had induced. Eleanor seemed very happy to have brought her off and Nicole responded by holding Eleanor in her arms.

“You really should call me ‘Nickie’ from now on,” Nicole grinned at her. “All my close friends call me that. Can I call you Ellie?”

“Of course, you can, Nickie,” Eleanor responded with alacrity.

Nicole said she would be pleased to discipline Eleanor at her request. She reached into her handbag for the small plastic rod she always carried and told Eleanor to bend across the side of the bed and spread her legs well apart. Once in that humiliating but highly sexy position, Eleanor awaited the striking of the rod on her bare, pale bottom.

Nicole began slowly by running the rod softly through the furrow between Eleanor’s legs to excite her more. Then she snapped the rod hard on Eleanor’s bottom as she started applying it to her pale cheeks. She kept running it through Eleanor’s legs and even poked it into her cunt and then her anus. She increased the power of her strokes on Eleanor’s bottom, leaving thin red lines as the strokes sunk in. Eleanor began istanbul travesti to groan and then cry out from the rod’s stinging strokes.

When Nicole reached in between Eleanor’s legs with her fingers, she felt Eleanor’s wet pussy and was surprised as she was teasing Eleanor’s sensitive labia and clit when a stream of what she immediately realized was hot piss warmed her hand.

“Ellie,” Nicole lectured her, “you’ve peed on my hand, haven’t you, you naughty thing!”

“I’m sorry, Miss Nickie,” Eleanor postured, inwardly surprised at her own effrontery in allowing her urinary sphincter to open to spray Nicole’s hand. “You got me so excited that I lost control for a moment.”

Nicole employed her gruffest sergeant’s voice when she sharply berated Eleanor: “I do expect a grown woman to be able to control her peeing. Normally, my dear, I would respond to that by applying my little rod to your open pussy,” Nicole intoned in a very commanding voice.

“Oh, please don’t punish my poor pussy,” Eleanor pleaded, meaning it this time.

“I’ll let you off this time,” Nicole promised her, “but next time you’re going to leave here with a punished puss.”

“Thank you, Miss Nickie,” Eleanor said bravely. “I’ll lie down on the plastic mat here so you can pee on me if you’d like to.”

She placed herself flat on her back as Nicole squatted over her face and moved her bottom close enough for Eleanor to lick her cute little bumhole. Then Nicole released her own sphincter so that her hot pee stream burst onto Eleanor’s waiting mouth as she stared up between Nicole’s gorgeous legs. Eleanor was able to swallow most of Nicole’s powerful pee stream, but some did spill over her face and chin.

Nicole decided to finish the discipline by pushing Eleanor’s legs up, so she was in the diaper position, exposing her cunt and anus blatantly. She watched as Nicole brandished the rod again and began applying it not only to her bottom but to her upper thighs. Nicole also would make it appear that she was going to use it directly on Eleanor’s protruding vulva and recessed anus. She tapped it lightly both on her exposed vulva and then on her anal crack, smiling at Eleanor holding her legs up.

She fingered Eleanor’s anus, pressing her finger as deeply as she could into her rectum. Both she and Eleanor realized immediately when her finger touched the tip of a bowel movement which was close to pushing out of the tight bottom hole.

“It feels like you are going to make a doody, sweetie,” Nicole said condescendingly. “Can you hold it until we’re finished here, or will I have to let you squat and do your business on the floor?”

“I think I can hold it, Miss Nickie,” Eleanor said as she kept her anal muscles tight to prevent losing control and shaming herself by defecating in this exposed position. Nicole told her she could sit up and squat as she picked up a bowl from a sideboard and placed it under Eleanor’s bottom just as her anal sphincter gave way and Eleanor excreted a light brown log, which looked to be about ten inches long.

Nicole took some tissues and proceeded to wipe Eleanor’s vulva right through her legs to her anal area. She showed Eleanor the soiled tissue which was soiled with pee and fecal streaks. Then she grinned as she carried the tissue into the bathroom and flushed it.

She returned to allow Eleanor to stand and receive a hug from Nicole.

“That was lovely, Nickie,” Eleanor gushed. “You are so charmingly severe. I felt like I was in your barracks except that I gather you mostly were discipling men. It’s so nice to have met you and learn that we both have bi preferences,” Eleanor observed. “I love playing with women, but I also like a man’s hard cock in my vadge,” she assured her new friend. For her part, Nicole said that her desiring a male member in her coochie, as she put it, every so often kept her sane.

“Yes,” Nicole replied. “I only began disciplining women when I was assigned to my present unit. The retrainees are almost all women because most of our correctional officers are female. Even though they are all correctional officers with some experience dealing with men, and sometimes, in the reeducation centers in cities and towns, with women who have been referred, I’ve found that our unit, which provides the last chance for them before their dismissal from the Service, puts the women through a rigorous experience, which in many ways is more severe than what men get even in the camps.”

She sat down on the couch and Eleanor moved over to be next to her as they cuddled. Nicole put her bra back on and then stepped into and pulled up her white cotton undies. Her underwear was quite utilitarian as it was worn under her Service uniform.

She then told Eleanor that she could retrieve her bra and panties.

“Let’s say that the discipline is over, and you performed very well, dear,” Nicole said with a grin.

“I have to confess that I enjoyed hearing your strict commands and the embarrassment I felt at your hands, Nickie,” Eleanor said. “I guess there’s a part travesti istanbul of me that needs that, although as a noncom in the Service you would probably be surprised to know that I possess the marital cane in the apartment where Annette and I reside.”

Nicole took in that this bi, mostly submissive woman exercised intimate authority over the Chief of Staff of the Corrections Service.

“Does that power bring out a dominant side, Ellie?” she asked with great interest.

“Amazingly, it does,” Eleanor answered. “This is despite my love for Annette and my perpetual appreciation for how she tried to make my awful punishment as comfortable as possible, which wasn’t very comfortable needless to say, but her heart seemed to go out to me, and that led to our romantic relationship developing. I do think that my exercising that authority in our marriage allows her a respite from her command function and the deference she receives all day. She also feels more strongly than anyone how wronged I was by the justice system.”

“When I was a barracks sergeant,” Nicole informed Eleanor, “I occasionally did decide to have some intimate contact with one of the men whom I controlled during their retraining. I was quite careless in seducing Kate’s husband, but now I’m very happy that she was willing to forgive me.”

“You’re lucky,” Eleanor told her, “because I see Kate as a strict young woman who likely enjoys disciplining misbehaving retrainees as well as noncoms.”

“You’ve got that right,” Nicole informed her. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way but my attitude toward Kate has evolved as she seems to have moderated her tendency to engage in hard-nosed disciplining. I suspect that her being married, actually double married, stimulated more complex feelings. I of course got into trouble when she was quite severe: she was the one who sent me to the toilet box.”

“No, I don’t feel you didn’t have good reason to be unhappy with her,” Eleanor said. “I also think it was harder for you because you did have this reputation as the toughest sergeant in the toughest camp.”

“I was very proud of that,” Nicole said. “But I didn’t quite grasp that I was making myself a target. You understand this stuff, Eleanor, you’re in the creative world. In my world, attractive young sergeants aren’t that common. All the more reason for those who weren’t attractive to hate my guts and take potshots at me. My commandant, CPT Elaine, was the one who liked me; she had to send me to this unit I’m now in for retraining because I had pissed MAJ Kate off by questioning something she said when I had been brought in as a consultant on Elaine’s recommendation. She told me I had been stupid, trying to correct a field-grade officer. She was right. I was an idiot.”

“Don’t beat yourself up, Nickie,” Eleanor urged her. “You are so cool and so smart that I think that’s probably why Kate decided to forgive you. I will very carefully put in a word with her for you. Don’t worry. I won’t have her get mad or jealous. She’s a good friend.”

Nicole leaned toward Eleanor and just about fell into her. Eleanor realized that the sergeant wanted cuddling and to feel wanted. Eleanor had enjoyed the sex play she had engaged in with Nicole, so she had no problem holding her tight and telling her what a lovely person she was. Then after she had held Nicole for a while, she whispered into her ear: “Pull your skirt up and your panties down. Right now.”

Nicole tried to look in her eyes, but Eleanor was helping her pull her skirt up above her waist and then had her thumbs in the waistband of those white cotton wonders, sliding them down. Then Eleanor started to stand but knelt in front of Nicole, between her legs, and put her face right in front of Nicole’s charming pussy. Without any more ceremony, Eleanor began licking Nicole’s vulva–her labia, her clit, and then her vaginal entrance.

She had developed very good pussylicking skills. She liked Nicole’s taste. It was young and fresh, just like its owner. She tried to just pass her tongue over the tip of Nickie’s clit, which she knew was enough to send Nicole whirling. She did just that and the sergeant began to move her bottom in rhythm. Eleanor let her tongue press into Nicole’s vagina and taste her lovely feminine juices. She felt that it didn’t get better than this. She figured it wasn’t so strange that the only woman whose sex had so enchanted her this way was another hot young woman, MAJ Kate.

Eleanor wasn’t that submissive, but she loved being disciplined by Kate or Nicole. They were such naturals. She wanted a way to use them in some promotion by Goose Cookers. Maybe just some underwear ads. They both had fantastic figures and decent but not huge busts. Women could relate to them and still admire them. Now that Kate had forgiven Nicole and Nicole thought better of Kate, would they agree?

Eleanor spoke to Annette about it later. Annette liked it and was positive on the good it would do the Service. But she told Eleanor that she could not be involved in it, for obvious istanbul travestileri reasons. She told Eleanor to approach WO3 Kathryn. “She’s very sharp about all these kinds of things,” Annette said, “and I’m going to promote her before long because she’s one of the most capable people in the Service.” Also, she’s close to Kate and she also assisted Nicole in going to you for help.”

“Good idea, sweetie,” Eleanor cooed.

Eleanor concentrated on bringing her new friend Nickie to a powerful orgasm. It didn’t take long. Her tongue was stirring Nicole’s sensitive places and her bottom was in motion. Eleanor adjusted her angle and pushed Nicole’s bottom up just far enough, so Eleanor had access to tongue her sweet little anal star. She wondered if Nickie had had it up the ass. The Service was quasi-military, so she probably had.

Her licking and tongue probing inside Nicole’s anal ring sent Nickie over the top. She exploded in a violent orgasm that shot juice out of her vagina into Eleanor’s face. Eleanor loved the scent and the taste she was experiencing. Finally, Nickie slowed down and Eleanor moved up and kissed her softly on her mouth lips.

Nickie came out of what was likely a trance, so powerful was her orgasm. She looked around and could only say to Ellie that she had never had such a splendid orgasm. She hugged Eleanor and aggressively reached under her skirt and insinuated fingers into Eleanor’s sexy Goose Cooker panties. She fastened her fingers on Eleanor’s already hard clit and pushed into her vagina.

“Wow!” Eleanor exclaimed. “You really know how to get this girl going!”

“I take on the toughest cases,” Nickie laughed, and Eleanor reached around to hold her tight. “Darling, if I didn’t love Annette so much, I’d never let you leave me,” she whispered into Nicole’s ear. Nicole considered herself tough and immune to romantic sweet talk, but she ate this up, partly because Eleanor was so clever and so well connected. She also admired how Eleanor had managed to deal with being sentenced to what was clearly torture and lasted a whole year. Yet she didn’t seem broken in any way, the opposite was true, she was thriving.

Nicole recovered herself and pulled up her panties, letting her uniform skirt fall down from her waist. She thanked Eleanor profusely for a superb time and asked if she could reciprocate.

“You can do that, sweetie,” Eleanor told her with a smile, “when you have an expense account like mine.”

She put herself together and both women spent a few minutes in the bathroom putting their makeup back together. Then Eleanor unlocked the door and walked Nickie to the elevator and escorted her down and led her out of the club. Several women said hello to Eleanor on the way, impressing Nicole even more with her friend’s connections.

Nicole said good-bye and thanks, and Eleanor smiled and said the pleasure was all hers. She headed back to her office to let Janet know what was going on.

Nicole was soon back in her quarters and in the small suite she shared again with her friend, SFC Cynthia. Her pal could see that she had had excitement happening, so Nicole told her of her lunch with Eleanor.

“You played with her, Nickie, the wife of GEN Annette,” Cynthia said in a low voice, anxious not to be overheard. “Are you out of your mind? You’ve just managed to get out of trouble.” Soon, CPT Elaine did come by and knocked on their door.

They welcomed her and fortunately, Nicole was still in her uniform and Cynthia had changed into casual clothing.

“Cynthia has told you about your assignment, Nicole, I assume,” Elaine began.

“Yes, she has, and I’m delighted to do it,” Nicole answered. “I’ll also make sure I don’t go off on some retrainee this time, too.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Nickie,” Elaine, who had known Nicole since they both were at Hergolia Camp, responded. “The major is very pleased with you after that briefing on Goose Cookers.

Nicole liked Elaine and trusted her. She told her about her lunch with Eleanor. “You did good, kid,” Elaine snapped. “Eleanor is a player now. And they help each other. Eleanor keeps her in good with Annette. These are the big leagues. All I’ll tell you is to be careful. Don’t ever get caught between Eleanor and Kate and Annette.”

“Eleanor wants Kate and me to model for them,” Nicole mentioned to Elaine.

“That’s tricky,” Elaine said. “What did you say?”

“I said she should go through WO3 Kathryn, whom Eleanor knows,” Nicole answered, “and I won’t do anything until I hear from Kathryn or Kate.”

“Good idea,” Elaine observed, “but it may not work.”

“Why not?” Nicole asked her, upset with what she saw as a putdown.

“I wouldn’t crap on any of your ideas if there weren’t a reason,” Elaine said coolly. “But here’s the catch. Eleanor got into trouble for dealing directly with Kathryn to get a procurement. Kathryn is going to be a little gun shy. You better talk to her right away.”

Elaine went on: “Nickie, listen to me. Both Kathryn and Eleanor were disciplined by Kate at a dinner party at Annette’s and Eleanor’s apartment. You may not know that Kate can be a very severe caner and she knows how to cane extremely well. That’s why they might be careful here. I’m sort of surprised Eleanor didn’t have her antennae up when you mentioned Kathryn.”

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I still remember the shocked face of that elderly concierge of the famous 5-star hotel in Berlin, after I asked him if he can provide me with some… female company for the night. Oh well, I thought concierges did those kinds of things. But that German grandpa being way too proud and conservative, just returned that 50 euro bill to me with a bitter smile. Should I have paid him more? I was feeling so embarrassed. My face was red. I was just leaving the front desk to get out for a walk, when a nice lady, sitting in the lobby, gave me a sign to approach her. Oh well… at least something, I thought… as I reached her. But just before I started to tell anything, I felt her gentle hand on my lips… “Shhhhhh”, she just said. She pushed a piece of paper in my pocket, stood up quietly… and blowed me a gentle kiss.

I took the paper in my hand. Plain, white paper, with nice, golden colored text on it and a black-and-white contour of a female body. “BDSM Escort Club Berlin – Golden Surprise – Every Wednesday – Book Now… +49… and a huge number). Oh wow! Finally something to break this boredom of a cold, rainy and windy Winter evening in Berlin. I didn’t waste any time! I took my phone and called. A nice female voice explained to me that it’s a special fetish session related to… NS. “WTF is NS?!”, I asked her and she tried to explain it to me… but whatever it was, I booked it. I needed to cum. Hard!

One hour later I was right at the front door of that place. An ordinary building in a poorly lit street, with no visible signs on the outside except the house number. Very discrete, I thought as I ran the bell. Minutes passed, my heart bumped hard as I heard the sound of woman’s heels on the concrete floor. A nice brunette in her late 20s, with a nice athletic body, mid-sized breasts and nicely toned legs opened it, gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek and welcomed me warmly inside. As I kissed her back my eyes spotted her nice black nylons and heels. “Herrin Ursula… that’s my name… you will cal; me Mistress Ursula”, she said as she greeted me.

“Would you like to have a drink, Sir?”, the lady at the bar asked me and as I wanted to answer Ursula interrupted us: “I’d advise you plain water, trust me”. Oh well… better follow that advice, I thought… As I sipped that water slowly, she asked:

– Any experience with NS?

– W… what is… NS, Mistress Ursula?

– Natursekt

– Hmmm… doesn’t ring any bell…

– In English it’s called “golden showers”…

– Ahhh, no, never tried it… but… I’m curious to… give it a try, I think.

I was young, 30-something. I heard about golden showers before, but I’ve never had any intention to try it. However, that evening I was desperately horny and I was ready to try anything, just to get some pussy. But wait… it’s… pee… how does it taste? Is it safe? What happens if I don’t like it?

“Please, follow me to the bathroom. Strip off completely and take a shower, it’s mandatory to take it before and after here. You can leave your clothes in the locker, you won’t need it, this place is heated well. When you’re done, just press the button in the bathroom to get picked up. Do not walk outside without permission, for the privacy of other guests”, the hostess said as she took me to the bathroom.

Few minutes later I ranged the bell and the bathroom door opened. It was Mistress Ursula, but this time dressed in a nice black corset, with black nylons and leather thigh-high boots on. A riding crop in her hand. My cock started to grow immediately. That outfit was so… yummy. She started to caress my body with the tip of the riding crop, reaching my cock. She tickled it a bit as it started to get bigger from that teasing. A smack on my skin broke the silence and enjoyment and her voice became harsh as she extended her right foot a bit:

“Is that the way you greet your Mistress, boy? On your knees, NOW… bow down and kiss my boot! That’s it… give it a good kiss and lick, boy”

As I approached her boot, I felt the myriad of different smells. The scent of the best quality leather mixed with sperm smell. Who knows how many men came on those boots, I thought as my tongue avoided to lick it, but a smack of her crop changed my mind.

“I want to see that tongue, understood, boy?!”, she yelled as I finally complied and licked that boot, while she attached a collar with a leash on my neck. After few minutes of my intimate oral action on that boot I felt her foot pressing my head up and her hand pulling on that leash. I had no other choice than to crawl on my hands and knees like a dog, following his master.

She opened the door and pulled me into a dark, hot room. A chair with a hole on it in the middle of it. She instructed me to lay down under that chair, so my head would face the hollow seat as she released the leash and fixed my head to the floor.

She turned on the light and I could see 3 other women in the room.

“Meet istanbul travesti Herrin Angela, Mistress Jessy, Bizzarlady Cloe and Slavegirl Ginger”, she said as each lady nodded. “In the next 3 hours you will be used for our bodily needs, if you know what I mean, boy… you would be… our toilet. You would stay in this special wet room all the time. And yes, it can get hot and very dirty in the room, so be prepared to get delighted with our delicious golden nectar until you see the stars. Your head would be locked in there and you will never know which lady will use you the next. We will drink lots of water and that will keep your mouth busy all the time. Each drop of our precious golden juice is something very special and has its own nuance. And your job is simple. When we enter and pull down our panties you better open that fucking mouth wide. Or else…”.

As she said that I felt her booted foot in the middle of my chest. She pressed the heel right on my sensitive nipple. The pressure of the metal heel caused my mouth to almost scream of pain. She smiled evily and swiftly removed her boot.

– Oh and… we don’t need toilet paper or a toilet, that’s what your mouth is for and you’ll replace the paper with your tongue. Are you ready, slave?

– Yes, Mistress Ursula

– I don’t hear you

– YES, MISTRESS URSULA!

– Good boy

A gentle kick of her boot reminded me who was the boss for the evening as the ladies left the room, one after another. The slave girl lit the candles and turned off the lamp. Finally, Ms Ursula came with a strange device. She squatted down and she put that thing around my cock. It was a kind of a transparent bottle with a small lock, which I heard clicking. “Chastity cage for your slut, slut… so you don’t play until I give you permission to”, she explained to me. Damn! She took my favorite toy for the evening. Bitch! She laughed as she left the room, closing the door,

Minutes passed like hours. My heart was pounding, body sweating, cock still hard, but I could not touch it not to mention cumming. I’ve not been so excited since my teen years. And never so scared and worried at the same time. Should I leave and give up? But I paid… shitloads of money for this. On the other hand, what if I start to throw up? Ohhhh… so embarrassing. Thousands of thoughts went through my head, when I heard the door opening… and a sound of heels on the floor. A nice, a bit curvy lady in her late 40s entered the room. I recognized her immediately. It was Ginger. Slavegirl. Usually, customers would use her as a slut, but this time the tables were turned around. I had to be a slut of a slut. How humiliating! She walked to me, smiling gently. She was a bit different than Ms Ursula and Ms Jessy. More friendly and smiling. As she approached me I could see her nice, big but firm breasts curvy legs and nice, 5″ Louboutin heels with red soles.

To my surprise Slave Ginger removed the chair and looked down at me, caressing me gently with her hand.

– Are you ready for your drink, Sir?

– Y… yes Mistress Ginger

– Oh Sir, I’m not a Mistress. I am a slave here. And trust me, it’s strange for me to do this, it’s my first time I pee in my guest’s mouth. But… you can call me Mommy.

– Thank you, Mommy!

– Soon Mommy will give you something very sweet to drink

– Thank you Mommy

She knelt and kissed me passionately. Her large breasts touched my chest and my cock started to grow again as she pushed her tongue in my mouth. She smiled gently and told me:

– First time drinking pee, Sir?

– Yes Mommy

– It’s my first time too, Sir… but we will do this together and Mommy will make sure you feel nice.

– Thank you Mommy.

– Now, I will pull my panties down and squat over your mouth. You can hold my hands. When I start to pee, if you cannot drink it all, just squeeze my hands and I will stop so you swallow. When you are ready, do it again and I will pee again. Understood, baby?

– Yes Mommy

The moment her panties slid down her long, curvy legs made my heart pound like never before. Her nylon-clad foot wearing that perfect Louboutin shoe touched my cheek as she stood close to my head. I kissed her ankle instinctively and she smiled. She caressed my cheek as I heard her stand on both her feet on that floor firmly. She squatted slowly over my mouth and I got to see her nice, ripe, shaven pussy few inches above my face. Surprisingly, her pussy lips were not that thick as I imagined. Rather, they looked very young and fresh for her age. Her squatting position made them open immediately as I felt her grabbing my hands. I felt nice, nurtured and secure at the same time.

– We will do this together baby… as a team… right baby?

– Yes Mommy

– You know Mommy loves you, baby… but now Mommy needs to pee. And I need to use your mouth as my toilet, sweetie… even though we do this together, I am the lady and you are a toilet. Understood?

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– Now, open your mouth, Sir… please… wider… wider boy, I need to piss hard.

– Mommy… does that taste good?

– Well honey, you can’t know until you try it… if you want to give up, now is the time to tell me. On the other hand, if you drink it like a good boy you will become Mommy’s proud toilet? Would you do like that, baby?

– Oh yes, Mommy. Absolutely.

– Then open that fucking mouth wide, because I need a toilet very badly!!!

I hesitated a bit. Finally, I opened it wide as she squatted closer to me. I noticed her pussy lips opening, her hands holding me firmly. First drops of her piss hit my mouth and I could feel that odd sweet and sour taste. It turned me on the most, but wait… is it safe? Oh damn… what if it wasn’t… “Mommy, please stop, I can’t…”, I said as I wanted to give up, but her voice became harsher: “Ohhh, too late, Sir, sorry… I can’t stop it anymore, keep open wide, baby!!!”. With that a gush of piss started to flow in my mouth and I started to drink it desperately. As I got a full gush of pee, I squeezed her hand and she stopped pissing, letting me swallow it.

“Ohhhhh… Sir… please, let me piss in your mouth, please I need it badly. Mommy needs to piss badly”.

And just before I wanted to give her a sign that I swallowed it all she noticed it herself and she continued peeing. Finally, she covered my face with the rest of her piss and her pussy started to grind on my face. I licked her nice, shaven pussy lips clean as she moaned as her pussy caressed my piss-covered face. A wave of pleasure took over her body, but she realized she would lose control, so she quickly stood up, took her panties and walked away, blowing me a gentle kiss.

I was alone again, but this time covered in that lady’s piss. The smell became harder with time as the piss dried on my face. I could not wash myself as my head was attached to the floor. At the moment her piss was almost dry another lady walked into the room. I could barely recognize Mistress Jessy. A nice tight leather catsuit covered her body fully. A real Catwoman! A zipper was covering her pussy and her ass. She was not losing any time, though. As she came on top of me, I knew immediately what I needed to do. She was holding a police bat in her hand and that made me extremely scared. I saw her sweet left hand unzipping the suit and her pussy lips could barely be seen.

– What are you waiting for, toilet slut? Open that fucking mouth or I’m gonna fuck your ass with this bat so you won’t be able to sit for days. Understood?

– Yes Mistress Jessy.

Instinctively, I raised my hands hoping I would be able to hold her hands while she pisses, but all I got was a sharp smack of that bat over my hand. I screamed in pain.

– What the fuck… keep your dirty hands down, slut! Show some respect!

– Yes Mistress Jessy, sorry Mistress Jessy…

– You better be… and you better drink my piss, slut… of you’ll get this thing in your ass. And that thing can fuck you for real.

She squatted over my mouth and I opened wide. Very soon she started to piss. Contrary to Ginger’s sweet and sour taste, her piss had also some bitter note. It was not that sweet, but I had to take it. All. She also pissed slowly, watching me struggling to drink it, laughing. At the point I wanted to lick her clean, she just pushed her pussy on my face, using my whole face as a toilet paper. The zipper almost scratched my cheek. She stood up quickly, zipped her pants up and left.

Minutes later, the door opened again. It was Cleo. Bizzarlady. Whatever that means. She was a real goth girl. Later on I found she was only 19. Curvy a bit, wearing a black short dress, ripped gothic-style stockings and black knee-high Doc Martens boots and I could hear the steps of those heavy boots on the floor. As she approached, the only thing I could really see with this weak candle light where actually those boots that came closer and closer to me. One boot landed on my chest. Very firmly. Her leg was so heavy and she pressed it additionally so hard that I thought my chest would implode.

– What a pathetic slut you are… a little bug I’m gonna crush with this boot. Disgusting, dirty slut. Ohhh, you think you deserve my piss, don’t you, whore?

– I… I do, Mistress Cleo

She slammed the boot roughly in my chest again as she started to rumble her throat.

– It’s Lady Cleo, you stupid boy!

– Yes, L… Lady Cleo

– Open your fucking mouth, slut… very wide… that’s it

As I opened wide, I saw her lips getting right above me. She spat a huge ball of her drool right in my open mouth. “Swallow it, slut!”, she said as she gave me one ball of spit after another. While I was swallowing it, she gathered more and more spit, pouring it in my mouth as I took it all… As I looked up her leg I saw her… naked cunt… realizing she had no panties! My excitement istanbul travestileri just got bigger when a huge ball of her spit hit my left eye. “Ohhh, you like watching, don’t you, slut?”, she said as she covered my face with her boot sole. I could feel the sole of her Doc Martens boot right on my face, which got me scared a bit that she would crush it. When she finally removed it, letting me breathe for a while, her right boot landed already next to my head, along with the left one. Before I even managed to open my mouth her right boot moved swiftly from the floor and my head got a strong kick. Ouch, that made my head starting to shake, when I felt another one, this time from the left. I could hear my ears ringing and her loud voice yelling: “Open your mouth slut… wide…. or I’m gonna crush your face with my boot!”. I had no choice than to comply, as she started to touch herself. I expected her to squat and use my fucking mouth as a urinal, but instead of that I saw her face, looking straight down to me… and a white thing ejecting from her mouth right into mine. Fuckkkk… it was her chewing gum!!!

– Something to chew, slut… but unlike me you will need to swallow it!

– Yes Mistress

– Good boy… now open wide, I will give you something to swallow it easier

With that she finally squatted and a gush of piss hit my tongue. I swallowed her piss, struggling with the warm, wet chewing gum full of her saliva in my mouth. But the next gush of piss flushed all of that simply down my throat. I became a real toilet and her piss was acting like a flushing water! Wow! She laughed as I swallowed everything. Instead of letting me lick her clean, she stood up, her throat rumbled again… and a huge ball of slime left her mouth, landing right on my piss-covered face. She laughed as she used my chest to wipe her boot soles. Next what I felt was a strong, brutal kick in the side of my body… As she walked away, mumbling something like “see you later, whore!”, the door opened and two ladies greeted her.

“Oh, hi Cleo… good that you are done, we need to piss… both… and we need to rush, since our two sluts are waiting for us!”. Looking through the mix of piss and spit on my eyes I still recognized Mistress Ursula and Mistress Angela. They walked to me, looking at me, laughing.

– Angela, how should we use this slut? We need a toilet both

– Oh, you are right, boss… you being the boss take his face and I can use his cock.

– Excellent idea, sweetheart…

Finally, I expected to taste Mistress Ursula’s pee and my excitement was rising again. The ladies walked to me, put a booted foot on either side of my body, turned to each other and started to moan. I expected them to squat, but they apparently didn’t intend to do so. Instead, I felt two streams of hot piss flowing right from above. The two bitches were pissing all over my body, covering me in their piss, laughing… they moved back and forth, making sure I get a hot piss bath. Mistress Ursula saw my open mouth and she aimed her stream right into it. I swallowed it, while Mistress Angela covered my cock and balls with her hot pee. Finally, they moved away to the corner and started to make out with each other. Tongues dancing around each other, Mistress Angela caressing Mistress Ursula’s body… and my cock could not stand it anymore. I had to cum! But the fucking chastity was there. Wish I could break it, but I knew I would only hurt myself if I try to remove the lock myself.

Angela knelt down and started to eat her boss’ pussy. Ursula moaned louder, standing above me, letting me watch as she enjoyed her girlfriend’s tongue fully. She caressed her hair gently as she moaned loudly, while Angela caressed her booted legs with her soft hands, admiring the strength of her boss. It did not take too long for Ursula to pull Angela’s face into her cunt hard as her moans became louder and a strong orgasm took her. As Angela finished licking her boss’ cunt clean, they started to kiss each other again. Angela’s face was full of her boss’ juices and my cock screamed to cum. To my regrets, that was not on the agenda yet.

– Please, Mistress Ursula, let me cum, please

– Shut up, slut!!!

– Please, Mistress Ursula, I beg you, please…

– Well… cum, boy, what are you waiting for?

– I can’t… my cock is locked… please, unlock the cage, Mistress Ursula, please…

The ladies laughed as they waved to me, leaving the room.

Time passed. I was struggling with my urges to ejaculate, but the chastity was built in such a way that any attempt to cum would cause me enormous pain. My balls were blue. My body was shaking of desire, shaking, begging to cum… I was crying, my hands tried to pull that thing off, but no luck. Minutes of torture that looked like hours to me started to take all over me. I had to cum, but I could not. Suddenly, the door opened again and I screamed. Someone came in, but the sound of heels I could not hear anymore. Am I going deaf? My vision was already blurry a bit when I recognized a naked female body. As she approached I recognize the sub girl Ginger. This time, she was completely naked and my lips could barely say:

– Ohhhhhh… Mommy…

– Sir, I need to pee again…

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O filmi karımla birlikte iki kez izlemiştik, yine de “Olur seyredelim.” dedik. Koydum filmi ve seyretmeye başladık. Karım yengeme “Sen yabancı değilsin, ben pijamalarımı giyecem. İstersen sen de giy, rahat olur.” dedi. Yengem “Ben yanımda sadece gecelik getirmiştim.” dedi. Karım da “Giy giy, aramızda yabancı yok, eniştenden çekinmene gerek yok.” dedi. Karımla yengem üzerlerini değiştirmeye gittiler. kocaeli escort bayan Birkaç dakika sonra karım pijamasını giyinip geldi, yanıma oturdu. Ardından yengem üzerini değiştirip geldiğnde gözlerime inanamadım. Olamaz yaaa! Yengemin üzerinde şarap renkli ipek bir gecelik, boyu dizlerinin üstünde, ip gibi ince askılı, yakası oldukça açık, içinde sütyen yok, nerdeyse o süt gibi beyaz memeleri dışarı fırlayacak. Sol göğsünde, pençesini kaldırmış bir kaplan dövmesi! Gözüm bir an kalçalarına kaydı, geceliğin altında tanga külot olduğu hemen belli oluyordu. Karım huylanmasın diye bakışlarımı hemen oynayan filme çevirdim. Az önce gördüklerim aklımdan çıkmıyordu. Kimin aklına gelirdi bizim saf kayınçonun öyle her tarafından seks fışkıran bir kızla evleneceği. Kızın heryerinden seks akıyor be. İlik gibi bir kız. Nebiçim sikilir valla. O sırada yengem “Olmadı ama enişte, sende rahat birşeyler giymezssen ben rahat edemiyecem.” dedi. Karım “Hadi sende değiştir üzerini, kız haklı.” deyince “Peki.” deyip gittim tişörtle şort giydim geldim. Oturmadan “Ben bira içecem, sizler ne içmek istersiniz?” diye sordum. Karım sıcak süt, yengem de şekersiz nescafe istedi. Mutfakta, karımın sütüne uyku hapı, yengemin nescafesine de azdırıcı damla koydum ve getirdim. İçeceklerimizi içtikten on onbeş dakika sonra karımın uykusu geldi, esnemeye başladı, “Ay uykum geldi resmen, ben yatmaya gidiyorum, siz seyredin.” dedi ve gitti. Kaldık yengemle başbaşa! Azdırıcı ilaç etkisini nezaman gösterecek diye bekliyordum. Çok geçmeden yengemi sanki ateş basmaya başladı. Koltukta oturuşu falan değişti, dizlerini karnına doğru çekince geceliği toplandı ve tanga külodu göründü. Bir kısmı amının yarığına girmişti. Bakışlarımın yengemin amına kaydığını yengem de farkediyor, fakat toparlanmıyordu. Manzarayı görünce benim yarrak durur mu? Yarrağım şortumun içinde kol gibi oldu! Şortum kasmaya başladı, ister istemez şortumun üzerinden yarrağımı düzelttim ortaya yatırdım, değilse şortun paçasından dışarı çıkacaktı. Yengem de bu hareketimi kaçırmadı tabi, filmi bıraktı yarrağıma bakmaya başladı. Oturduğu koltukta rahat değilmiş gibi yapıyordu durmadan. Sonunda “Enişte yanına oturabilirmiyim? Bu koltuk pek rahat değil.” diye sordu. “Tabi ki!” dedim. Kalktı, biraz önce benim yarrağımı düzelttiğim gibi, o da tangasını düzeltti ve gülerek “Olmadık yerlerime kaçıyor durmadan.” dedi, yanıma geldi oturdu. “Aslında evde külot giymem hiç, hep külotsuz dolaşırım evde.” dedi. Ben hemen “Aşkolsun yenge, burası senin evin sayılır, gönlünce davran. Ben bi lavaboya gidip gelcem.” dedim ve kalktım. Lavabo bahaneydi, yatak odasına karım uyuyor mu diye bakmaya gittim. Evet karım mışıl mışıl uyuyordu. Yinede birkaç kez “Karıcığım, karıcığım.” diye seslenip dürttüm, tepki vermedi. Salona döndüğümde yengem külodunu çıkarmış, kasıtlı olarak az önce benim oturduğum yere koymuş, ve yine dizleri karnına çekik bir şekilde oturuyordu. Yerime geçmek için yaklaşınca yengemin amı net bir biçimde görünüyordu. Yeni traş edilmiş, küçücük bir am. Amının yukarı kısmında süs mahiyetinde biraz kıl bırakmış, ve bir de “Love Me!” yazan bir dövme vardı! O anda yengemin çok azgın bir kadın olduğu ve kayınçomun da ne yaparsa yapsın yengemi asla zapt edemiyeceği hükmüne vardım. Aslında böyle bir kadını sikmek için azdırıcıya falan gerek yoktu bile diye düşündüm. Oturacağım yerde duran külodu elime aldım, oturdum. Oturduktan sonra külodu düzeltip dizimin üstüne koydum ve “Çok zevklisin.” dedim. “Teşekkür ederim enişte de senin gibi takdir edecek adam nerdee…” dedi. “Aslan gibi kocan var ya işte, takdir etmiyor mu?” dedim. “Yok yaa enişte, kocamdan olsa olsa pısırık bir kedi olur anca. Evlendiğimizde dövmelerimi ilk gördüğünde ‘Bunlar ne be?’ diye mal mal baktı. Fantazi çamaşır alıyorum, ‘Bunlara mı para veriyorsun?’ diye dudak büküyor. Süs bırakıyorum, ‘Amını iyi traş edememişsin, kıl kalmış.’ diye moralimi bozuyor.” dedi. Olay kendiliğinden istediğim yönde ilerliyordu, “Şu dövmelerine bir bakayım hele.” dedim. Yengem hemen kocaeli sınırsız escort geceliğinin askılarını omzundan düşürdü ve o kartopu gibi beyaz memeleri ortaya çıktı. Dövmenin olduğu göğsünü alttan eline alarak hafif kaldırdı ve sanki ağzıma verecekmiş gibi bana doğru yaklaştırdı. “Biri bu, kaplan dövmesi. Nasıl? Beğendin mi enişte?” dedi. Ben dövmeye bakmıyordum bile, gözlerim fındık gibi sertleşmiş meme uçlarındaydı. “Dedim ya zevkli bir kadınsın. Çok güzel bir dövme, aynı canlı gibi, sanki dokunacak kişiye saldıracakmış gibi duruyor.” dedim. “Yok yok, saldırmaz, dokun istersen.” dedi. İcraata geçme zamanı çoktan gelmişti. Önce parmaklarımla dövmesine dokundum, “Çok şeker yaaa, biraz seveyim.” deyip dövmedeki kaplanı sever gibi yapıp göğsünü okşadım. Sonra memesinin ucuyla oynayarak, “Öteki dövmeni de göstersene.” deyince yengem bacaklarını ayırdı. Ben “Bu daha da şekermiş.” deyip, memesini bıraktım, yengemin amındaki dövmeyle ve şerit şeklinde bıraktığı kıllarla ilgilendim. Yengem, “Kocamın hoşuna gideceğini bilsem, burama da piercing taktıracam.” deyip amının dudaklarını araladı ve klitorisine dokundu. “İşte tam buraya.” deyip klitorisini parmaklarının arasına aldı ve okşamaya başladı. Bu arada heyecandan boğazım kurudu, yutkunamıyordum bile. Benim yarrak da iyice kazık gibi oldu, nerdeyse şortumu parçalayacaktı. Kalktım ve yengemin bacak arasına diz çöktüm. Yengemin elini klitorisinden çektim ve klitorisine dilimi dayadım, yalamaya başladım. Yengem “Ohhhh enişteee…” diyerek kollarını yana, kafasını da arkaya attı. Ben klitorisini yaladıkça yengem de amını hafifçe yukarı kaldırıyor, amını yalamamı istiyordu. Amının dudaklarını sırayla ağzıma alıp içime çekiyordum. Küçük amının küçücük deliğinden sular akmaya başlamıştı bile. Amının dudaklarını bırakıp amından süzülen suları yalamaya başladım. Dilimi amının daracık deliğine sokup çıkardıkça, yengem amını dilime doğru daha da bastırıyordu. Dilim amının girebildiği en derin yerine kadar giriyordu şimdi. Sonra iki eliyle saçlarımı tutarak kafamı hızlı hızlı, ileri geri hareket ettirmeye başladı. Yengem sanki amıyla dilimi sikiyordu. Sonra birden yavaşladı ve çırpınarak orgazm oldu. Ağzımı dayadım ve amından çıkan suların hepsini içtim. Yengem birkaç saniye daha çırpındıktan sonra doğruldu, benim ayağa kalkmamı istedi. “Yarağını yalamak istiyorum enişte!” dedi. Şortumu indirdi, eliyle yarrağımı taşşaklarımla birlikte dibinden kavradıktan sonra yarrağımın kafasını yalamaya başladı. Taşşaklarımı sıkıyor, yarrağımı yarısına kadar ağzına sokuyor ve emiyordu. “Çok tatlı yarrağın var enişte, saatlerce yalayabilirim.” diyordu. Yengem öyle diyordu da, ben fazla dayanamıyacaktım, boşalmak üzereydim, yengemi hayal kırıklığına uğratacaktım. Zor durumdaydım, boşalsam rezil olacaktım. Boşalmama ramak kala yarrağımı yengemin ağzından çektim, “Yenge bisaniye dur, lavaboya gitmem lazım.” dedim. Yengem niyetimi anlamıştı, “Tuvalete gidip 31 çekeceksin değil mi? Yok öyle yağma! Ağzıma boşalmanı istiyorum, döllerini yutmak istiyorum!” deyip yarrağımı kavrayıp tekrar ağzına aldı ve emdi. Bir iki saniye zor tuttum kendimi, yengemin ağzına boşaldım! Yengem döllerimi yalayıp yuttuktan sonra “Enişte yatakta devam edelim hadi.” deyince kendisi için hazırlanan odaya geçmeye karar verdik. Yengem odasına girerken, ben de bi koşu karıma bakmaya gittim. Karım öyle derin uyuyordu ki götünde pireler uçuşuyordu. Yengemin odasına girdiğimde yengem geceliğini çıkarmış, ayakta beni bekliyordu. Hemen soyundum ve ayakta öpüşmeye başladık. Yengemin boynunu, memelerini, meme uçlarını yalayıp emiyordum. Her yerini dişlemek istiyordum, yengem “Morartma aşkım, kocam şüphelenmesin.” diye uyardı beni. “Tamam aşkım.” dedim ve öpüşmeye devam ettik. Ellerimi de arkasına attım, kalçalarını yoğuruyordum. Yengem de elini yarağıma atıp sıvazlayınca, benim yarrak yavaş yavaş dikelmeye başladı. Yengem “Uzan aşkım.” deyip beni sırtüstü yatağa yatırdı. Kendisi de amı ağzıma gelecek şekilde, 69 pozisyonunda, izmit anal yapan escort üzerime çıktı. Yengem benim yarrağımı yiyecek gibi somuruyor, ben de delicesine yengemin amını yalıyorum ve kalçalarını üfeliyorum. Yengemin götüne parmağımı sokunca, yengem “Merak etme aşkım, birazdan götümü de sikeceksin, sırada şimdi amım var!” dedi ve kalktı, Jokey pozisyonuna geçti, yavaşça yarrağıma oturdu. Bir türlü kabul etmek istemiyordum, fakat sanki yengem sikişmeyi benden iyi biliyordu. Profesyonel bir orospu gibi sikişiyordu, işi çok iyi biliyordu. Beni boşaltmadan kendisi müthiş bir şekilde boşaldı, orgazm oldu. Şaşkınlığım gittikçe hayranlığa dönüşüyordu. Yengem bu şekil sikişmeyi bizim saf kayınçodan öğrenmiş olamazdı, hiç mümkünatı yok! Bunlarla şimdi kafa yormanın sırası değildi, kendimi sikişe konsantre etmem ve zevk almaya bakmam gerekiyordu. Yengem sikimin üzerinden kalktı, yüzüme oturur gibi amını ağzıma dayadı ve bana amını, amının sularını yalattı. Sonra yüzümden kalktı, yarrağımı yalayarak ıslattı ve “Kalk aşkım, sıra götüme geldi!” dedi. Yüzünü yatağın kenarına koyarak, halının üstünde domaldı. Eline tükürerek, parmaklarıyla tükürüğünü götünün deliğine sıvadı. İki elini arkaya atarak götünün yanaklarını yanlara ayırdı ve “Hadi aşkım, sik götümü!” dedi. Hemen yengemin arkasına geçtim, sikimi tutarak, kafasını göt deliğine soktum. Ben yengeme acı vermemek için çok dikkatli ve yavaş hareket etmeyi düşünüyordum. Fakat yengem, daha sikimin kafası götüne girer girmez, kendini geriye ittiriverdi. Bir seferde ne var ne yok hepsini almıştı içine. Yarrağım içinde, götüyle daireler çiziyordu. Sonra ileri geri salınmaya başladı. Yengemi belinden tuttum ve bende yengemin tersine ileri geri yapmaya başladım. Yengem götünü ileri çekince bende sikimi geri çekiyordum. Sonra yengem götünü arkaya getirince, bende sikimi ileri bastırıyordum. Yengemle okadar muntazam bir ritim yakalamıştık ki, daha önce hiç kimseyle böylesine ritmik bir şekilde sikişmemiştim. Yirmi dakikaya yakın bu ritimde yengemin götünü siktim. Sonra ikimiz aynı anda hızlandık. Yengemin kalçaları kasıklarıma sert sert vurdukça, kasıklarım ve taşaklarım ağrımaya başladı. Yengem “Boşalacağın zaman haber ver aşkım.” dedi. “Tamam hayatım.” deyip yengemin götünü sikmeye devam ettim. Yengemin götünü sikerken aldığım zevk müthişti, fakat aynı zamanda da içimde bir burukluk vardı. Yengemin her halinden belliydi, yengemin götünü ilk siken erkek ben değildim. Yengemin götünü siken ilk erkek kayınçom da olamazdı. Bu arada boşalmak üzereydim, yengeme “Boşalacam hayatım.” dedim. Yengem “Dur boşalma daha.” deyip yarağımı götünden çıkardığı gibi ağzına aldı ve emmeye başladı. Yarrağımı emerken de kafasını yukarı aşağı sallayarak, boşalabileceğimi belirtiyordu. Zaten yengem istese de istemese de boşalacaktım. Yengemin ağzına öyle bir tazyikle boşaldım ki, nerdeyse spermlerimin tamamına yakını yengemin ta midesine kadar fışkırmıştır. Yengem damarlarımı kurutacakmış gibi emiyordu yarrağımı. Spermlerimin hepsini yalayıp yuttuktan sonra, “Harikaydın erkeğim!” dedi ve kalktı, öpüşmeye başladık. Ben de yengeme, “Asıl harika olan sensin aşkım, harika sikişiyorsun!” dedim. Yatakta birbirimize yarım saat kadar sarılıp uzandıktan sonra yengem, “Aşkım, şimdi karının yanına git yat, anlamasın. Bundan sonra bol bol sikişiriz.” dedi. “Tamam hayatım.” deyip yengemi öptüm ve banyoya gittim, duş aldım. Sonra da karımın yanına yatmaya gittim. Karım hala uyuyordu, uyanması da imkansız gibiydi. Karıma arkasından sarılarak, sanki yengeme sarılmışım gibi yattım uyudum. Ertesi sabah kayınçom da geldi, hep birlikte kahvaltı yaptık. Kayınçom, karısının bizde kalmasına müsade ettim diye, bana teşekkür etti, “Sağol enişte, çok makbule geçti, gözüm arkada kalmadı.” dedi. Ben de “Ne önemi var kayınço, ev sizin. Nezaman istersen getir yengemi bizde kalsın.” dedim. Karım da “Tabi tabi, bundan sonra her Nachtdienst’in olduğunda mutlaka getir, bizde kalsın, getirmezsen darılırım valla.” diyerek beni destekledi. Yengemin ise ağzı var dili yok, sadece yüzünde küçük bir tebessüm. Ohh beee, herkes memnundu! Bundan sonra ayda enaz dört gece yengemi sikecektim. Hemde kendi evimde. Hemde yengemi kayınçom kendi elleriyle getirecekti. Hemde karım yan odada uyurken. Bundan sonra yengem yatılı geldiğinde tek yapmam gereken şey, sadece karımın içeceğine uyku hapı atmak olacak!

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