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It’s dark, but I can smell a light fragrance of musk, his musk. I am used to this by now. Not being able to see, or hear in my dreams, being in the middle of nowhere. I start to giggle at my mind wandering but suddenly the air changes around me. He’s here. My body tightens as he frees my confined ears, headphones this time? I ask myself as I place the feel of them.

“Get on your knees.” He demands.

Quickly I comply. He smells closer this time. He was never this close to me before. My hands are tied behind me, now this is new.

“Do you know why you are here?” He asks me.

Slowly I nod.

“Tell me.” He orders again. I can feel his eyes burning through my body.

‘Am I naked?” I ask myself before answering him. “I am here because I wanted to be here, because I want to please you.”

I can tell that he was pleased with my honesty.

“Okay then.” He replied, kneeling down, inches to my ear. “I’ll allow that but now the fun starts Rema.” He whispered in my ear, an accent? This time I can hear an accent.

Before I could ask I felt him grip my arm and drag me to a bed and pushed me over it. Gradually he walked toward me, my helpless body laying there shaking with excitement as I waited for him to make a move. Just before the edge of the bed he looked down and smirked, rummaging through what sounded like a trunk of surprises. I made an attempt to see what it was he was looking for but I only seen the darkness of my covered eyes.

“Have you been behaving Rema?” He asked. trailing my naked body with what felt like a leather cat o’ nine tails.

‘Oh Yes please!’ My mind screams.

“I have been making my attempts sir.” I reply. My voice shaking with even more excitement. I ant to feel that on my body, stinging and tingling every inch of me. I bit my lip in anticipation waiting for him strike.

“Oh? So you must want this to happen.” He chuckled, trailing it along my breasts, causing my nipples to harden.

As I opened my mouth to answer, I felt the sting from the tool go across my breasts directly hitting my nipples. I yelped, moving my body in response. The exhilarating feeling of his power already weakened my defenses. My womanhood already throbbing and tingling. Gently he rubbed my breasts before proceeding to strike them again and again, trailing my body I felt his grip around my neck become firmer.

“You like this?” He asked, pulling my head back by my hair forcing Kurtköy Grup Escort me to nod. “Tell me you love it. Tell me you want more Rema.” He demands, already knowing how turned on I am already.

“I want more. I love it and I want more.” I reply breathlessly.

“You want more what?” He growls, holding the back of my hair tighter.

“I want more sir.” I say again correcting myself this time.

“That’s better.” He whispers in my ear, slowly running the tool down to my womanhood and firmly striking it over my clitoris, casuing my body to jerk and shake.

Ah ah ah Rema, I never said you could move this time and you never asked.” He replies, moving his hand down to the back of my throat.

“I’m sorry sir. it won’t happen again.” I exclaim, biting my lip hard once more.

“Oh I know it wont.” He states pulling me off the bed and back onto my knees where I began. “You are going to suck my cock while I play with your pretty little holes. Am I understood?” He asks, even though I know I can’t say no, even if I wanted to.

“Yes sir.” I reply, feeling my womanhood begin to drip with moisture. With my mouth wide open I felt him shove his member deep in my mouth, face fucking me as he slapped and stroked my womanhood with his tool. God he tasted so good. Oh how I wish I could see him. as I sucked him and he played with my womanhood as he seen fit I felt my body begin to tense in preparation of an oncoming orgasm and he knew it.

“Oh! did you ask me if you could cum?” He asked, removing his member from my mouth giving me a chance to speak.

“No sir did not, it feels so good to please sir and whip my womanhood.” I reply, knowing I have said too much.

“That is not enough. Did you cum without my permission Rema?” He asked grabbing me by the back of my neck and slamming me face first into the bed.

I screamed out loud, muffled from the bed. Yes! I climaxed without sirs permission!”

I heard him growl and then the sound of the cat o’ nine tails being thrown across the floor then a firm slap on my bum.

“Allow me to show you what happens when you don’t ask for permission.” He growled again, squeezing my bum tightly then slapping both cheeks.

I tried to cry out but I was immobilized and couldn’t move my head or body. I’ve been punished like this before but something felt a little different this time. after he was finished and my bum was burning from his Kurtköy Manken Escort powerful hands I felt my body go limp then quickly tighten as I realized what was happening next.

“I’m going to fuck you now. How do you want me to do it Rema?” He asked, his member idly sitting inside of me.

“Fuck me hard sir.” I moaned, gripping my hands together. I can’t move my hands, I cannot see and I am completely at is will.

Once I gave him the o.k to do as he pleased, he gripped my body. One hand on my waist while the other was on my neck. I bit back my moans and screams as he began to tear inside of me, thrusting fast and hard then slow and hard, getting deeper and deeper inside of my body. It wasn’t long until I felt my second climax begin to erupt in me. causing me to fight the grip he had on my neck and shoot my head up to moan and ask for his permission to cum. With a tender slap on my bum he rammed me harder, demanding I cum just as hard as he is fucking me. Without another word, my body began to tense and tighten, his grip on my waist tightened just as my womanhood began to explode and cream him.

“Thank you sir! Thank you for letting me cum!” I scream in appreciation. feeling him fuck me harder, now pinning my entire body down on the bed.

“Don’t move Rema.” He commanded as he rammed me hard and slow, filling me with his length each time. My moans getting louder with every thrust he made then began to fuck me hard and deep again, filling me completely inside my stomach. He was driving me crazy with lust. I had to have more of him.

I need more sir, please fuck my ass!” I cry out, begging for more of him inside of me.

I heard him chuckle then sigh.” I am sorry my sweet Rema but it looks like our time is up.” He replied, slowly fading away back into the darkness from which he came from. Leaving me alone and wet, in my one bedroom studio apartment.

“Every damn time at least I got more than I did last time.” I reply, looking underneath my sheets to find myself completely bare, my nightshirt on the end of the bed and my body covered in sweat.

My alarm clock buzzes and blinks 7:45. Time for work and another boring day as Rema Samuels, barista of Starbucks. I live alone with a small Yorkie and a field rabbit, not much there either. As I walk into my bathroom and quickly shower myself off, I can’t help wander off in thought. Who is that man that invades my dreams every Kurtköy Masöz Escort night? Is he someone real? or is it just my imagination creating a series of fantasies from my “ideal guy”? I shrug the questions away and step out of the shower, brush my teeth and tease my thick, wet, curly brown hair. My brown skin glowing from my ordeal from this morning. Once done with my prepping and makeup I see my little babies playing on the carpet.

“Mister Pinky, did you let Rudy out of his cage again?” I tease my puppy as I go and put my rabbit back in his cage and proceeded to get breakfast together; A bowl of oatmeal for me, dry dog food for Mister Pinky and hay for Rudy. MY life is so boring. I chuckle to myself then hurried to my room and got dressed for work.

“Bye bye guys, see you later!” I chime, running out the door of my apartment. As I hurried and ran to my car, started it up and began to back out. I didn’t notice the Lexus, pulling back from the loft apartment parking lot directly across from my lot until I heard a crash from the bumpers. Then a growl of a man.

“Bloody hell!” He shouted in disbelief then looked at me. as I slowly got out of my little pink beetle and looked at him. If I didn’t know better I would have assumed he just stepped out of a high fashioned magazine.

“Oh! I am sooo sorry sir. I didn’t see your car backing out when I was.” I replied, scrambling to find the right words and my insurance card.

“It’s okay love, just give me your information and we will be on our way?” He replied politely enough, giving me his business card, just as I gave him mine. Xander Houlton? Hmm sounds rich. I giggled to myself.

“I’ll pay for the damages. I swear I will. I wasn’t paying attention and it was all my fault.” I began on my plea, hoping to not get sued.

He smiled kindly and looked at my business card. “I have this so that’s all I need. I have the money to pay for my repairs. Are you okay miss?” He asked.

I was star struck by his smile, his blonde hair, his accent! To even speak again.

I mustered up enough brain cells however to nod and smile.

He returned with the same and helped me back on my way. “I can help you with your repairs if you need them. Neither of us were hurt that badly so it shouldn’t be too much for both cars.?” He asked, smiling again.

“I’ll see how much I have saved up. I’ll let you know though. I’m going to be late for work so I will keep in touch Xander, have a nice day. Sorry about the fender bender!” I shout driving down the street, in direction to my place of work. Something just came over me and I have no idea what that was just then. I sighed, resting my head on my steering wheel then locked up and ran in to start my shift.

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The Ultimate Challenge Ep. 01

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Disclaimer: All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and consenting. All the characters in this story are fictional, any resemblance to real life is merely coincidence.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Hello ladies, how would you…” Jess asked two girls, stepping forward as they walked past her on the promenade of sunny Miami. One of the girls held her hand out to indicate that they were not interested. Jess wore a tight bikini and hotpants. It was a hot, sunny day. Jess had tied her dyed-blonde hair back into a ponytail, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead. Whenever she saw two girls walking together she would approach them and attempt to ask them a question.

It was around midday and Jess was exhausted. She took a seat on a bench, in the shade of a palm tree, on the promenade. Hundreds of people had walked past on the sand-splattered cobblestone paving that bordered the perfect, golden sands and the glistering ocean speckled with surfers and general beach goers. Jess took the bottle of water from her handbag and took a swig, feeling the full effects of the sun. She wiped the sweat from her neatly plucked eyebrows with the back of her tanned hand.

Jess stood up again and took her position. Her break was over. Two girls walked past.

“Excuse me ladies…” they carried on walking.

Jess sighed. Another two girls walked past. Jess greeted them as she had all the other girls who had passed her. The girls stopped to hear what Jess had to say.

“Hello ladies, how would you like to earn some money by doing some film work?”

The girls looked at each other and giggled. The first girl that spoke, Layla, was quite tall. She had long, brunette hair that flowed down. Her teeth were sparkling white and perfectly aligned, her lips plump, juicy and a beautiful shade of pink. Her skin was tanned from the sun that beat down on them. Her eyes were blue and she had a small, button nose. She had an average to large build. She had moderately sized breasts and a chubby stomach. She wore a white tanktop and a knee-length skirt.

“What sort of filming?” Layla asked.

“Well,” replied Jess “I host an adult gameshow called Ultimate Challenge.”

The second girl, Rebecca, looked confused. She had tied her naturally blonde hair up into bunches to keep cool. She was much skinnier and had a more athletic build than her friend. She had small, pert breasts that sat nicely in her bikini top. Her eyes were as green as emeralds with long, luscious lashes. Her lips were thinner than her friend’s but just as juicy. She had a slight spattering of freckles across her nose. She wore a pink bikini top and matching bottoms which read ‘Princess’ across the back, written in gems.

“An adult gameshow?” Ataşehir Öğrenci Escort Rebecca asked.

“Yes,” Jess replied “basically, I have an adult gameshow on the internet called Ultimate Challenge where I get contestants from the public to try to complete a challenge.”

“Right,” said Layla, skeptically nodding “what is the challenge you’re looking for people to complete today?”

“Well,” Jess spoke clearly “I’m making a challenge compilation video. The challenge I’m looking for contestants for today is called the ‘Best Friend Recognition’ challenge.”

“Wait, well, what does that entail?” Rebecca asked.

“Basically, I’ll take you to my studio just above the tattoo parlour,” Jess spoke, gesturing to a room above the beach-side tattoo parlour “in the studio I have 5 other girls lined up ready to film. One of you will join the other girls. The six of you remove your panties and lay on a table I’ve set up. I’ll cover you all over so that your faces are not seen. The remaining girl has to lick each girl’s vagina and then guess which one is her friend.”

The two girls looked at each other and giggled.

“I’m not too sure,” Layla giggled.

“Well, you’ll both get $500 for taking part,” Jess encouraged them “and another $500 each as a prize if you get it right.”

Rebecca turned to Layla.

“A guaranteed $500 would come in handy right now,” Rebecca told Layla.

“You wanna do it?” Layla replied.

“Do you?” Rebecca spoke in a hush-tone.

“I’m up for it,” Layla replied.

“I’m up for it too, but one thing.” Rebecca whispered.

“Sure, what?” Layla questioned.

“We don’t tell anyone,” Rebecca spoke, seriously “ANYONE.”

Layla nodded. The girls turned back to Jess.

“We’ll do it,” Rebecca told Jess.

The girls followed Jess up the stairs at the back of the tattoo parlour and into Jess’ studio. The studio was very clean. The walls were white painted brick with a large logo which read “The Ultimate Challenge: Adult Gameshow”. In the studio there were 5 girls sat in a corner collection of two pink, fabric couches. The floor was polished wood.

“Ok ladies,” Jess spoke to Layla and Rebecca “who wants to lick and who wants to be licked?”

The two girls looked at each other, they hadn’t considered that. They were both heterosexual women and both had assumed that they would be the one that was licked.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Rebecca suggested.

“Ugh, no it’s fine,” Layla spoke, knowing her luck in the past “I’ll do the licking.”

“Excellent,” Jess spoke “Go and join the girls on the couch.”

Layla went and sat with the other girls and began to chat. They were hired on the street Ataşehir Çıtır Escort much like the girls had been.

Jess lead Rebecca out of the room, into a different room that was furnished with plush couches.

“Take a seat,” Jess spoke “I’ll go and sort everything out.”

Jess went into the other room. She began to convince the girls, one by one, to remove their bikini bottoms. Some girls were hairy, some were smooth. Some chubby, some skinny. Women of all sizes. Jess laid the women out on a table that was at waist height from the ground. She covered the women over with large boxes so that their figure could not be determined. Layla was nervous at first, going naked in a room of strangers, but the prospect of $500 soon changed her mind. All the girls were in position. Jess went and brought Rebecca in.

“And 3, 2, 1, action,” Jess spoke, starting the camera.

“Welcome to another episode of ‘The Ultimate Challenge’, today we’re joined by the gorgeous Rebecca,” Jess spoke.

“Hello,” Rebecca smiled and giggled.

“The challenge today is the best friend recognition challenge,” Jess continued “Rebecca’s best friend Layla is laying here on the table and she has to guess which one is her, but there’s a catch. Rebecca has to determine which girl is Layla by the taste of her pussy!”

“So, Rebecca,” Jess held out a microphone prop out to Rebecca “have you ever seen Layla naked before?”

“Err… No I haven’t” Rebecca giggled.

“More importantly,” Jess continued, building the hype “have you ever eaten pussy before?”

“I haven’t done that either,” Rebecca continued “all the firsts.”

Jess giggled.

“So, are you ready to take on the challenge?” She spoke into the microphone.

“I’m ready,” replied Rebecca, excitedly.

Jess lead Rebecca over to the first woman sat on the table, legs spread.

“Ok, Rebecca, when you’re ready, get licking!” Jess cheered.

Rebecca pulled back her bunches so that they did not get in the way of her face. She leaned forward so she could get the right angle. She stuck out her small, pink, tongue ready to have a taste. The girl’s vagina was glistering with sweat and juices. Rebecca moved closer and closer. She stood back up straight and looked at Jess.

“Nervous?” Jess asked.

“Yep, very!” Rebecca giggled.

“Just take your time,” Jess spoke “you can do it.”

Rebecca shuffled around and re-took her stance. She leaned forward and stuck her little tongue out again. She leaned more and more forward until her tongue made contact with the bottom of the girl’s labia. She rolled her tongue up along the labia, tasting the girl and finishing at her clitoris. Rebecca then stood up Ataşehir Elit Escort and put her tonuge back in.

“How does it taste?” Jess asked.

“Err…” Rebecca replied “it was quite sweet with a slight musky taste.”

“Ready for number 2?” Jess asked.

“Sure!” Rebecca smiled, feeling a little more comfortable having done it once.

Rebecca went to girl number 2. The second girl had a hairy vagina, in comparison to the first who was completely shaven. Rebecca leaned forward and once again stuck her tongue out to have a lick. She rolled her tongue along the girl’s aroused labia, tasting her juices.

“So, how did she taste?” Jess asked.

“She’s got a really nice taste,” Rebecca replied.

“Look at the expert,” Jess giggled “you hadn’t licked a pussy before 5 minutes ago and now you’re becoming a master!”

The girls laughed and moved on to the third girl. The third girl’s labia were large and external. They were dripping with a mixture of sweat and juices. Rebecca once again took a lick, tasting the juices.

“Hmm,” Rebecca turned to Jess “very musky and quite an overpowering taste.”

“Ok,” replied Jess “on to girl 4”.

Rebecca continued to lick the girls’ vaginas until she had had a taste of each one so that she could make her mind up.

“So, Rebecca,” Jess spoke to Rebecca, via the microphone “one of the girls that you licked was your best friend Layla. For $500, which girl is Layla?”

Rebecca thought for a second before making up her mind.

“Well, the second girl’s vagina did have a familiar scent, like the perfume that Layla wears,” Rebecca spoke “but I think Layla is the kind of girl to wax her pubes.”

Jess turned to Rebecca and looked at her seriously.

“You’re going to have to make a decision,” Jess spoke.

“Ok, I’ve chosen,” Rebecca said, in a snap decision “I’m going for Girl 2.”

Jess went over to the second girl in the line.

“You chose girl number 2,” Jess spoke, building suspense “let’s remove the box and see if you’ve won $500.”

Jess lifted the box that covered the second girl’s body. As she lifted the brown, cardboard box she revealed the person that Rebecca had picked. The girl sat up and revealed to the camera that she was in fact, Layla.

“Well done Rebecca,” Jess spoke into the microphone “you’ve both won $500!”

Jess then walked both of the girls to the camera and filmed the final scene of her congratulating the girls and handing them both five, worn $100 bills.

“Join me, next time on The Ultimate Challenge!” Jess rounded it up.

Jess stopped the recording and handed a further $500 to each of the girls, as their payment for participation.

“Thank you for taking part in the challenge,” Jess told the girls, leading them to the door.

The girls thanked Jess and left the studio. Jess then headed out onto the promenade below to get some fresh contestants for the next episode!

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Thank you for reading Episode 1 of The Ultimate Challenge.

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Chaste Trap

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I was once just your average guy, who liked computers, games, and some light domination, but now….

Let me start from the beginning. I used to run an online mud in my spare time. I met a woman there that liked to domme a bit, and we played online. She loved to watch me when I would turn the webcam on, and she would ‘direct’ me. I loved it.

Eventually, we decided to meet. We met for dinner at a nice quiet steakhouse I know. She described what she would be wearing so I would recognize her. She was every bit as hot as I thought she would be. She was five eight, beautiful black hair, and wearing a dress that accentuated that beautiful cleavage she had. I think the physical part I loved the most was her butt though. THAT part was perfect.

As I said, we went to dinner, and had a wonderful evening. She didn’t do anything that night other than kiss me goodnight, and stroke my face, but it felt electric, and I wanted more of it. She informed me she had 2 live in slaves already named Precious and Kitten. That Precious was a guy who loved to be dominated, but nothing sexual, and Kitten was her live-in slave. She mentioned she really loved our date, and we started seeing each other on a regular basis, and eventually got married. We built a house that she, Kitten and I would be comfortable in. Her dominant side showed occasionally with me, but she was always a bit apprehensive. I think she was always scared of pushing too hard, but I always loved playing and eventually, we did set up a playroom. I should probably give a description of our playroom since a large portion of my life was spent there, and portions of the story will be recanted from it.

The playroom was actually a 30′ x 30′ room with soundproofed walls. We spent quite a bit of money building it, but we also planned to use it extensively. We had put shackles along the walls, a cabinet against the opposite wall with toys in it, and a few other ‘toys’ that I remember fondly. Every night I would come home from work, and we would spend quality time talking, or watching TV together, snuggled in a blanket, and on nights we were in the mood, we would ‘play’. I always knew when she wanted that because she would leave my collar on the front table for me to put on. It was always my choice.

Our ritual had been that I would strip and put the collar on in the front hallway, then kiss her feet, and her pussy to homage her. I still remember on one particular occasion, she led me to the playroom, and showed me one of her new addition she had installed. It was a set of shackles attached to the wall about halfway up the wall, and a bar that was resting on the ground, but was U-shaped and bolted half way up the wall as well. She shackled my hands, and then showed me her surprise. She was wearing a strap-on. This was my first time with one, so I was a bit terrified of it. The bar was actually added to rise, and had 2 fold down legs. It provided a place for me to lean over. After she raised it, she buckled a strap around my balls, and shackled my feet to the legs that were extended from the bar. It was sort of like having your wrists attached to the wall, and your ankles strapped to a card tables legs, except my penis was also strapped in. She took my anal virginity that night, and I learned to enjoy it.

I also bought a gift for her soon after for showing me how good it could be. It was a pneumatic chair. It had been designed by her, and I had it made. The chair still looks like a doctors table to me, but it has places to strap legs in, and strap each arm to the arm rests. The legs can be split apart, and there are 2 pneumatic dildos that can be controlled. It basically turns into the ultimate fucking machine. She loved it.

We both loved each other very much, and still do, but to that point it had always been my choice to put on the collar. It’s not anymore. Let me explain.

I had been out rather late with a few friends of mine one night, and came home drunk. She wasn’t too happy, but refrained from saying anything. Thing is, that night my buddy had invited me to his bachelor party the following week, and I promised to go. I remembered the promise, but forgot to tell her about it. He called the weekend before to confirm I would be there, and she took the call. That’s when things started going bad. She thought I was hiding something, and followed me to the party. I had a few drinks, and of course was flirting some, and having a good time. She watched, her anger boiling to ever-higher planes. Eventually, I staggered out, and went home. She picked a weekend about a month away, and then exacted her revenge.

I came home Friday night to find the collar out, and anxiously stripped, and put it on. She came around the corner, and ordered me to kneel, and kiss her boot. Damn she looked good. She was wearing a vinyl bra, and her tight vinyl miniskirt that showed everything. No panties. I was rock hard in an instant, but bent down to kiss her boot.

She snapped her leash on my collar, and led me like a dog to the playroom. istanbul escort Precious was there, as was Kitten. Precious was tied up against the wall with a pair of hose on, and kitten was next to him, crying for some reason. My wife tied the leash to ‘The chair’ and moved to Precious. He was clad in a jock strap only, and had been sweating badly, and grimacing. She looked at me, and saw my questioning look, so she showed me why. She removed his cup to reveal that he had been placed in a chastity tube that had small spikes turned inward. He also had on headphones that I was to later find out was playing nothing but sounds of my wife/mistress cumming again and again. He had been doing his best to keep from getting a hard on with that playing in his ears for 2 hours, plus having Kitten naked next to him, moaning the whole time. Every time he would get hard, the spikes would rip into his tender flesh, and his hard-on would be held in check by the chastity tube. My wife replaced the cup and snapped the band of his jock strap back around his waist. She began rubbing his ass, giving him an instant erection. He screamed again.

She moved to Kitten next, who was also in pain and pouring sweat. She showed me why. My mistress had rigged an elastic band around Kitten’s waist. It had 4 short bungee cords attached to it, 2 in front, 2 in back and 2 chain loops (similar to a garter belt with chains running in the crotch). The front bungees were attached to freshly pierced pussy lips, holding them wide open…tightly. The back 2 were literally hooked into her butt cheeks next to her puckered hole, keeping it spread. The chains held a dildo vibrating constantly against her clit, which was so sore and swollen now that it was hardly recognizable. Obviously she had been enduring this for about the same amount of time as Precious, and had come until she couldn’t anymore. She looked dehydrated, and extremely tired.

My wife moved to me next. She placed handcuffs on me, then flogged my ass till it was bright red. She stroked me, and played with me. She produced a razor and shaved every hair off of my privates, keeping me hard the whole time. She nicked me a few times, and would lick the blood off. Eventually, (after I was completely bald down there) she got bored, and left me there tied to the chair and went to torture Precious some more.

She knew I was jealous, so she did it to get me upset, and I knew it. My hard-on quickly shrunk, which is exactly what she wanted. She quickly came back, picking something up on the way. It was bright chrome, and had 2 rings on it. One was angled about 30 degrees, while the other was flat. The 2 were separated by 4 small chrome bars, giving it a total length of about 1 ½ inches. It also had a very small loop at what was to be the top of the flat ring. She slid it on my then limp penis. The angle made me point downward, while leaving the loop at the top for whatever she wished to attach to it. Then she put the ‘funnel’ piece on. It was a metal ‘funnel’ that was pushed in my pee-hole far enough that even when limp would be impossible to get out, with 3 metal arms that gave it the appearance of the big ‘M’ at a McDonalds restaurant no matter what direction it was viewed from. All 3 bars happened to lock onto the first piece, which was too tight to get off now. I was effectively caged, and as I started to get hard, I felt cold steel sliding inside my cock with each bit I grew. It was extremely painful, and I screamed, just to hear her laugh and tell me that was only the beginning.

She slapped my balls making me harder, which slid steel further in, hurting more. She undid my leash, and forced me to walk on my knees to the wall, and sit. She attached my feet to a spreader bar, and attached the bar to that set of shackles halfway up the wall. I started to protest, so she simply put a gag in my mouth, and told me she didn’t want to hear anything out of me. Her exact words were “If I hear even one peep, you are going to regret it”.

Next she shackled my hands to the base of the wall, so that I was basically laying on my shoulders, with my legs stretched upward and apart, and this ungodly cock cage spreading my pee-hole wide open, and pointing my dick toward my toes. My wife left me facing the wall like that, and walked over to the cabinet. She came back showing me that she was wearing a large strap-on. One much larger than any I knew she had. She worked lube into my ass, then slowly pressed it into me. I felt like my ass would split in half, but realized this was NOT what she was wearing. It was a plug, not a dildo. I realized that because I felt the size shrink as it slid into place. It was fully in, and she decided to leave it. She had bigger plans tonight.

I felt her probe around the plug, then she was satisfied it was in good, and left it alone. Good. I was getting hard from her fingers around my ass, even with all the pain I was currently in. Next I felt something cold in my bowels. After my first cramp, she announced that she had escort bayan inserted a very special plug. It had a membrane on the front of it to allow things in, but not out. She said she had inserted a strong enema into it, and was expecting me to take every ounce of it. What I DIDN’T know was that she had 4 of them she planned on filling me with.

I was cramping severely, and now my belly was swollen from all the liquid inside. I needed to go SO bad. She simply pulled the tube out of the plug, and let me wait. I cramped. I wanted to be in a fetal position the cramps were so bad, but I was curled against the wall. She noticed I was trying to push the plug out, and made sure I couldn’t by pumping up the inflater.

She also noticed me sweating, and looking miserable, so she fed me a piece of chocolate (which happened to be ex-lax I think), and something to drink. Now I had to go even worse. I was screaming, and she laughed. She left me there cramping, and unshackled Precious. She promised him relief, and brought him over to me.

They unshackled my left leg, placed a black vinyl pant leg on it, then shackled it back to the bar. They repeated this with the other leg, and stretched the pants over my ass. Now there was no way to take the plug out. She revealed that there was a tiny slit in the very bottom, that she pulled my balls through. The slit was so small though, that my balls were getting numb. I think I passed out from cramping, because I don’t really have a good memory of what exactly happened next. I remember seeing Precious with a silver ring. Then…nothing.

When I awoke, the pants were back off, and my balls hurt, but I was also lying on the floor. My wife walked over, and squatted over my face, and ordered me to eat her. I immediately started, then bucked from cramping. She pushed on my stomach, and I felt like dying. She ordered me, “EAT ME NOW!” I did. I licked every last crevice of her lips, and sucked her clit. I played with her hood, and probed deep within her. She started to cum in my mouth, and wound up pissing down my throat. She got up, and had precious help me stand (which was considerably hard due to the cramping and the plug still in). I could think of nothing save exploding into a toilet. She hooked a leash to the new cage, and led me to the bathroom. I had been needing to go badly, and she asked ‘do you want to go 1 or 2? You get a choice, but not both’.

What was this? I immediately said 2, and she helped me to squat over the toilet. She turned the knob to deflate the plug, then told me to take it out myself, but that I better not get any shit anywhere but in the toilet, or I would pay. I held my cramps as best I could, and yanked the plug out. It felt like I ripped my entire asshole out with it, and a steady torrent came streaming out. I eventually finished, and she placed her heel against my stomach and told me not to get up yet, that we needed to talk.

I sat there, not knowing if this was my mistress speaking to her sub or my wife talking to her husband, but I sat there listening. She told me, “Dear, you know I love you very much, and I know you love me. I saw you at the bachelor party last month, and I get jealous. I saw you flirting, and looking at other women, and I simply couldn’t stand it. And it’s because I know you love me as much as you do, that I know you will accept what needs to happen next. See, I never want to feel that jealous again.” I asked her what she meant, and she had me stand and look in the mirror.

I was shocked. She had Precious pierce my scrotum in 3 places, and fed a silver ring through, so that the top of my scrotum was encircled by this ring, and was a part of it. He had soldered it closed, so there was no way of taking it off. It also had a short chain in the back that had a locking clip dangling behind my balls, and in front was a lock between the cock cage piece and my ring! I could never take it off again! She had also left the funnel piece on, and locked it to the other one.

She had screwed a plug of some sort on the end that stopped me from urinating as well. When I asked what it was, she said it was a steel rod used to push things into the catheter slide. She had put it in to make sure it was truly water tight.

She explained that this was her insurance that I would never be unfaithful, since she was the only one with the key. I was trapped. I asked her to remove it, that I would be faithful, but she told me that wasn’t good enough. Then she got mad at me for making her feel like she wasn’t wanted, and that I didn’t love her because I wanted to fool around on her. She then said those fateful words that will echo in my ears for the rest of my life. She said, “You will be mine forever, like it or not”.

She attached the leash to my new cage, and jerked me to the other room.

She had me lie on the bed, then strapped me down. She kept moving the cage around and playing with it, telling me she was ‘ensuring it was a good fit’, but her warm hands against Bostancı escort my cock was still arousing me…and bringing pain every time. She was finally satisfied, and unlocked the end of the contraption, allowing me to pee. Afterward, she left me to my own thoughts of escape and just how serious this had become.

Of course she left it on over that weekend, and instead of taking it off Monday morning (which I had prayed would be the case) she said, “Why remove it? It won’t show under your clothes…unless you take them off for someone.” Shit. Well, she was right. It didn’t show, but I wish it had now. At least then I could have thrown a fit and stormed out of the office to have it removed. But, hindsight IS 20/20. Let me explain.

I wore the damnable contraption all week, and my balls healed nicely. The next weekend she told me that she was going to leave it on me, but that all the stress and everything else…well, she thought we needed a 2 week vacation to talk and see what happened with us. I jumped at the chance to redeem myself and put in for 3 weeks the next Monday. She squealed when she heard I would be off for 3 weeks at the beginning of the next month. I figured, well, ill try to live with the contraption until then.

During the next weeks I DID learn what the chains in the back were for. She had them placed there to hold a specially made butt plug. They hooked into the end of it, and it locked it into place. Tightly. Other than finding new uses for her toy (which generally scared me to death) things went well, and she said she had our vacation already planned, but wanted to keep it a surprise. I figured it must be something like a cruise, because the she had made an appointment for me to a doctor that I didn’t know. I just thought ‘vaccinations for overseas’. I was wrong.

We showed up at the doctor’s office, and were seen immediately. That is unusual in itself, but they ushered me to a room, and split us up, saying they needed information they would get from her while I undressed. They basically put me in a broom closet and told me to undress. I still remember the floor being kind of dirty looking, so I put my clothes on the only bench there. I didn’t want them to get dirty at least. I was just worried about the doctor seeing the damn cage. Then thought, well, maybe I should show it, he can at least get me out of it!

As soon as the last piece of clothing was on the bench, it slid into the wall, taking my clothes with it! Crap! Now I’m stuck in here! I stood there waiting until a nurse came in. She ordered me to sign waivers, then left. She didn’t flinch, but I had just been mortified. She returned shortly and said, “I will be performing the initial exam. Raise your hands and place them behind your head. And please, stand up straight.” She felt my stomach for knots, then began examining eyes and tongue. She moved behind me and I felt a stethoscope on my back and her telling me to ‘breathe’. How could she not see this thing on my dick? She was completely ignoring it! I guess we aren’t the only kinky couple around after….”Click”

I had been thinking so much, I didn’t notice the handcuffs until I heard the ominous clicking of metal inside metal. I whirled around with an expression of sheer terror I’m sure. She quickly grabbed the cage, and examined all around it saying “It IS a very good fit.” She then hooked a leash onto the loop at the top, and pulled me down the hallway in handcuffs and the cage! She was even stopping and talking to people along the way. I wanted to scream. I was terrified of what was to happen, and mortified that so many were seeing me like this. How could things POSSIBLY get any worse?

She eventually led me into a very dark room, and led me to a table. Well, maybe table isn’t the best description. It really looked more like a sawhorse that was padded. She hooked my cuffs on a hook above, then turned a knob. It rose until I was almost lifted off the ground. She then locked my ankles to the sawhorse. The nurse called an assistant in, and he sat there on the other side of the sawhorse. She yelled “NOW!” and hit a button. Next thing I knew, the cable was released, and I was falling. Since my feet were locked, I had no choice but fall forward over the sawhorse. The assistant quickly grabbed and secured the handcuffs to a hook in the floor, then pushed it down in a recess. I was now trapped. Completely. The nurse and the assistant left (after she swatted my ass).

After a few minutes of trying to get a bit more comfortable, I heard the door open and close again. I just wanted to be home. My OLD home. Where my wife and I were happy.

I heard a man’s voice behind me, but they were out of earshot, so I couldn’t really tell what was being said. They were walking toward me, and the next thing I heard my WIFE’S voice replying to him! The man walked next to me and introduced himself as Dr. Haskell. I started protesting the treatment and the next thing I knew, there was a gag in my mouth and someone beating my ass raw. The doctor looked at my wife and said “So rude. Yes, he will require quite a bit of training to learn respect for people.” He moved behind me, and I felt my ass cheeks being spread. He said, “Yes, I DO like the design of this one. It should work VERY well for you.”

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Note: Several of you wanted longer posts, so I combined the 6th and 7th chapters. Doing so means it’ll probably be a couple weeks before the next installment. Hopefully it’ll be worth the wait. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 6

I didn’t see much of Shane over the next two weeks. He explained that early summer was a very busy time for the station — barbeque fires, bonfires, campground fires — so it wouldn’t be unusual for him to be gone from sun; up to well past sundown. He never wanted to wake me when he came in late, so he slept in the guest room and was gone way before I woke up. A few nights I suggested he sleep at the station, so he wouldn’t be on the road late at night. He would always text or call if he had a moment’s break, making sure I wasn’t too lonely, and that I was safe and sound. He always sounded exhausted, but he tried to hide it with flirting and X-rated banter.

I missed him terribly.

I tried to occupy my time by getting my grad school applications completed. I was reconsidering my original plan to move across country after graduation; an dream that was decided upon to get as far away from my parents as humanly possible. Stanford had been in my sights for the past few years, and once seemed so appealing, but now…

I didn’t want to be one of those girls who altered their plans or put their entire life on hold because of some guy. I had goals. They may not have entirely my goals, but regardless, they had been set, and I wasn’t comfortable just throwing them away. I worked hard, to a point where I was a sad virgin recluse, and there was a part of me that wanted to see it through.

Still, spending another three years at Yale was sounding better and better.

***

On Day 17 sans Shane I decided to check my phone to see if I had any voicemails. I had kept it off pretty much since my date with Sam. The only people who called me regularly were my parents, who loved to play a game called How Can We Make Tess Feel Bad About Herself Today? So when I powered up my phone, I was surprised when I saw I had 27 missed calls and five voicemails.

“Tess?!? Oh my God, where are you? Your mom called and said you were in an accident…”

“Seriously Tess, can you call me so I know you’re okay?”

“We’re all worried, the hospital said you left with your boyfriend? What boyfriend? Tess PLEASE call me.”

“Okay, if you don’t call me in the next 24 hours I’m filing a missing person’s report…”

“You better be lying in a ditch somewhere, because if you’re not dead I’m going to kill you.”

I winced. All the calls were from the Delta president, Sydney. It never occurred to me to call my sorority sisters and tell them what happened. I was only a member because I was a legacy (a fact my mother never let me forget), and even then I never truly felt I belonged. Even though I had some administrative duties, Sydney and I weren’t exactly close. Apparently we were close enough that she noticed I’d been gone for a month. I braced myself and called her number.

She picked up after the second ring. “Contessa Adams where in the HELL are you?!?”

I pulled the phone away from my ear. “Calm down, Sydney. I’m sorry I didn’t call, but I’m fine.”

“Fine? Fine?! Your mother calls me to see why you haven’t been at your apartment, then I can’t reach you for FOUR weeks, and you’re fine. You won’t be fine when I get my hands on you. I have called the hospital every other day to find out where you went and all they said is you left with your boyfriend. What boyfriend? Start explaining, fast.”

I pondered how much to tell her about Shane. “I’m in North Haven. Yes, I was in an accident, and I’ve been staying with…with one of the firefighters who saved me. It’s fine. I’m fine. So stop yelling at me.”

The line went mute for a second, and I secretly hoped we got disconnected. “You’re staying with one of the guys who saved you.”

“Yes.”

Another brief silence, then she quickly rattled off an address. “Meet me here in an hour.”

“Um…it might take me more than an hour.”

“I don’t care how long it takes you, just get there.” She abruptly ended the call.

I mulled over going for a moment. She’s not the boss of me. But…I probably should have called. Or at least kept my phone on. I do feel bad that she was worried. Damn guilt.

I texted Shane. Hey, I’m going to borrow your car to go to New Haven to meet a friend. I’ll call you in a bit.

I grabbed his car keys from the hook beside the door and reluctantly began my journey back home.

***

“Seriously, Sydney? I’m not even sleeping with him, I think birth control is a little premature.”

I frowned at her, trying to look as serious as I could sitting on an exam table in a paper gown. The address she gave me was to one of the top gynecologists in the country, who happened to be about 10 minutes from Yale. But accolades and convenience aside, I was pissed she Kadıköy Esmer Escort ambushed me.

She halted her texting and examined me from behind her gold Givenchy sunglasses. “Are you planning on sleeping with this firefighter?”

I felt my cheeks get hot and thanked God she couldn’t tell. “Yes. I think so.”

She pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose and continued typing on her phone. “Then you’re going on the Pill. Then we’re going to lunch, where I am getting a martini and laying into your ass for disappearing for a month, shacking up with someone you don’t even know.”

I yanked up the sleeves of the gown, trying not to add “Sydney saw me naked” to the list of embarrassing things today. “I told you I was sorry. I didn’t think it would be a big deal, it’s not like anyone is on campus anyway.”

She snatched her sunglasses off and gave me the death stare. “Really, Tess? You didn’t think anyone would care that you could have died? If you weren’t already injured I would kick you in the twat.” My eyes widened at the profanity, as she was usually very composed. “And I’m not going to have you getting knocked up your senior year. So be a good girl and let’s get this done.”

The door opened and the OB, Dr. Franklin, thankfully walked in. “Alright, Ms. Adams, you’re here for birth control, yes?”

I narrowed my eyes at Sydney. “Why don’t you ask my mother over there?” That earned me the middle finger and a silent “You Wish.”

Dr. Franklin chuckled as she pulled her latex gloves on. “Alright then, let’s start this exam.”

***

“Start from the beginning. I want to know everything. And I mean, everything.”

The ambiance at Union League Café was nothing short of impressive. It was elegant without being pretentious, its high ceilings and intricate woodwork spoke of its historical beginnings, while the food was innovative and modern. Sydney sipped her dirty martini, waiting for me to speak. I took a large breath and rushed out the story of the accident, how Shane took care of me, how our relationship was evolving and him asking me to stay for the summer.

She examined her nails for a minute before responding. “Do you love him?”

My stomach flipped. “It’s way too soon to start throwing that word around. I’ve only known him a few weeks.”

She drummed her nails on the table. “That’s not what I asked. Do you love him?”

I stared at my Nicoise salad, my appetite suddenly gone. “I don’t know. I think I could.”

She took my hand in hers, forcing me to look at her. Her face softened immediately. “Tess, look. We’ve known each other for three years. I know we haven’t been close, but…I know how you are. You’re not an actively social person, and I’ve never even heard you mention a guy, let alone one that you actually like. You moved in with a complete stranger, you’ve started a relationship with him, are living with him for two months and planning on losing your virginity to him. That’s…that’s a lot of trust. That kind of trust takes most couples years to build. Whether or not you’re ready to admit it, that’s pretty much love, hon.” She paused before her next thought. “I’m not saying he’s not a great guy, or that you two aren’t good for each other. All I’m saying is to be careful. In the few short weeks since I last saw you…you’ve changed. For the better, but you’re like a completely different person. Just…just be careful. I’d hate for you to get your heart broken, because trust me, it’s really damned hard to bounce back from.” She had a pensive look for half a second, before she closed the shutters on whatever it was she was thinking about. “And if you ever need to talk about guy stuff, or sex, or anything. You can talk to me, okay?”

Tears brimmed my eyelids as she released my hand. “Thanks, Syd.”

She dabbed at the corner of her mouth with her napkin. “Because Lord knows you need a positive female influence in your life. I’m sorry, but your mom is a complete bitch. She needs a Xanax and some good dick to remove that stick in her ass.”

I laughed so loudly some other diners turned in my direction, but I didn’t care. We continued our lunch with a lighter tone, getting to know each other all over again.

***

It was almost eight when I pulled up to Shane’s house. I could see light in the windows, indicating he was home. I squealed happily, hopped out of the truck and ran up the porch. When I opened the door, the sight of Shane pacing the floor is what greeted me. He looked up at me and exploded.

“Tess, where the HELL have you been?! Do you know how worried I was! You send me a text saying you were leavin’ and would call me and then you haven’t answered your phone all day! I thought you were lyin’ in a goddamn ditch somewhere!”

I hung the keys back on their hook and tossed my purse onto the couch. “Yeah, that seems to be a running theme today.”

He ran both hands through his hair and let out an exasperated sigh. I walked up to him, wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my cheek onto his chest. “I Kadıköy Eve Gelen Escort was at school, having lunch with a friend. I forgot to call. I’m sorry I made you worry.”

He drew me close to him and rested his chin on top of my head. “But you’re okay?”

I tilted my head up and grinned. “I’m fantastic.”

He bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. “Woman, you’re gonna give me a damn heart attack. Come lay down and tell me about your day.” He led me upstairs to the bedroom, where we got snuggled up on the bed as I told him about lunch. Suddenly I bolted upright to look at him.

“Oh, and the best part! I went to the doctor and got birth control. I figured we’d use condoms anyway but it can’t hurt, right?”

He drew his eyebrows together and stared at me. “Okay. That’s not the reaction I expected. I thought you’d be happy, excited even.”

He continued to stare. “Uh…I am happy. And excited. It’s just…I know we talked about it, but you going on the pill…it just makes it real, kind of…and I’m…I’m a little…”

I slapped my hand over my mouth. “Shane Thomas…are you actually nervous about our first time?” I started shaking with silent laughter.

He huffed and crossed his arms. “Shut up. It’s not funny.”

I rolled onto my side, giving into my laughing fit until my sides hurt. When I had composed myself a few minutes later, I sat up and straddled his lap. The solemn look on his face made me feel bad. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. It was just unexpected, that’s all. Tell me why you’re nervous.” He glowered at me and I laid my head on his chest. “I’m sorry. It’s just that the girl is usually the one anxious about her first time, not the guy. Don’t be mad. Talk to me.”

After a moment he relented, uncrossing his arms and wrapping them around my back. “Y’know, just because I’m the guy doesn’t mean I don’t think about these things. Did you even stop to think that maybe I’m worried I won’t be good enough in bed for you?” I lifted up my head to look at him. “I mean, I’m your first. I’m the one who sets the standard for, ugh, anyone else you sleep with. And losing your virginity can hurt, and I don’t like the idea of hurtin’ you. And what if I can’t make you come? What if that first time goes so badly it turns you off from sex forever?”

I sat up and clamped my hand over his mouth. “Stop it. You’re spiraling.” He raised one of his eyebrows at my use of one of his favorite phrases. “You’re right. I never stopped to think you might be worried about our first time too, and I should have. The thing is, I have never wanted to be with anyone the way I want to be with you. I…I care for you, a lot. I want you to be my first because I trust you.” He mumbled something against my hand, so I let it down. “Besides, you made me orgasm from just two fingers, so I really don’t think that’s something you have to worry about.”

Shane cleared his throat. “I just want to make you happy” he responded quietly.

I started to unbuckle his belt. “You do.” I moved to undo the button on his jeans when he grasped my hands.

“Are we…do you want to do this now?”

I shook my head and pulled my hands back to their mission. “No. Not tonight. But, to again use your words, I was an asshole tonight and I just want to make you feel good. Granted, I’m not as skilled as you are, so tell me if I’m doing this wrong.” I unzipped his fly and scooted down until I was kneeling between his legs.

Shane swallowed hard. “Uh…okay. I’m not sure what you’re doin’, but so far it’s goin’ great.”

I gave him a reassuring smile before tugging his pants down his legs and tossing them on the floor. As I curled my fingers around the waistband of his boxers, I looked up at him. “Trust me?”

His voice was low and raspy. “Yeah, sweetheart. I trust you.”

I pulled the waistband down and freed his erection, tossing the boxers next to his pants. I sat and regarded his substantial appendage for a moment. It was…big. Not porn big, but big enough to halt my breath for a moment. It lay flat against his stomach, nestled in a patch of dark red hair. I must have gawked for a while, because I heard him ask “Tess? Are you okay? You don’t have to do this.”

I said the first thing that came to mind. “So…the carpet matches the drapes, huh?”

He barked out a loud laugh, then rubbed his face with his hands. “Damnit, woman, you’re killin’ me here.”

I reached up and wrapped my hand around it tentatively. I heard a low moan come from behind his hands. I took that as a good sign, so I slowly started to move my fist up and down. “Am I doing this okay?”

He moved one of his arms to his forehead and steadied his gaze to me. “Tighter. You’re not going to hurt it.”

I grabbed it as hard as I could, which wasn’t entirely easy due to its girth. Instead of solely fondling it, I decided to be bold, leaning forward and engulfing the head into my mouth. He gripped his free hand into the sheets and groaned. I swirled my tongue around the tip before Kadıköy Evi Olan Escort gradually inching down the shaft. I went slowly, not wanting to choke or bite him. I would occasionally release him from my mouth just to lick the bottom of his cock, wanting to taste every part of him I could. Every “fuck” or grunt emitted from him spurred me on, not entirely sure of what I was doing but being pleased I wasn’t doing badly. Eventually, my jaw started to get tired, so I enclosed my lips around the head, wrapped my hand around the shaft and stroked him, my lips and hand working in rhythm.

“Ah, fuck…Tess…that’s it, sweetheart.”

I looked up at his face, flushed, mouth gaped and half-closed eyes watching down at me. He started bucking against my hand faster, which made more of his cock slip into my mouth. He shut his eyes tightly and threw back his head. “Fuck…yes…fuck…fuck…” The first shot of his orgasm hit the back of my throat as I tried simultaneously not to choke and swallow as much as I could. I removed my hand and started sucking gently, trying to take every last drop he had. When I was satisfied he was done, I sat up and grinned at him. He opened his eyes and laughed at my facial expression. “That may be the best shit-eating grin I’ve ever seen.”

I wiggled my eyebrows at him and smiled wider. “Technically it’s a come-eating grin, but thank you.”

He slowly sat up and pulled me to him. He gently grabbed the back of my neck before his lips connected with mine, his tongue darting in and out gently, as if he were tasting me taste him. I drew back and pressed my forehead into his. “Was it okay?”

Shane started trailing kisses down my neck and responded breathlessly. “Perfect. You’re perfect.” His hands rounded my back to unhook my bra. “Let me thank you properly.”

I closed my eyes, unexpected tiredness rolling over me. “Actually…can we go to sleep? It’s been a long day, and I’d like to receive your appreciation when I have more energy to enjoy it.”

Shane lifted my shirt over my head and slid my bra down my arms. “Of course. But I’d like you to be naked. I don’t want anything between us when we sleep.”

I rolled over onto the bed to take off my jeans as he pulled his shirt over his head. As we slid between the sheets he spooned me, pulling me tightly to him. I fell asleep to him whispering into my ear.

Perfect. You’re perfect.

***

I was roused from my dream state by delicate kisses on the back of my shoulder. As the kisses travelled upwards, I turned onto my back to accept them. A hand caressed my stomach gently while the culprit hummed softly into the side of my neck.

“Wake up for me, sweetheart.”

I let out a slight sigh as my body began responding to his touch. I pressed my thighs together, aware of my arousal from the slightest of contact. I opened my eyes halfway, and was rewarded with a kiss on the side of my mouth. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Mmm, it’s late, you should be resting.”

He mumbled low in my ear. “I’ve rested. I’m rested. Now I want you.” He shifted until he was on top of me, supporting himself on his forearms. His hair brushed against my clavicle as he kissed between my breasts. “Of course, I could let you go back to sleep if you want. But I have the next three days off, and I’d like to spend them makin’ my girl come as much as possible.” He pulled my nipple with his teeth, causing me to arch my back at the delicious sting. He decided to tease me by kissing up to my neck again.

“Do you know I plan on makin’ you come in every room in this house?” He trailed down my torso with his nose, stopping to kiss here or bite there all while tormenting me with his tongue. “I plan on fucking you on the dining room table. I’m gonna bend you over the kitchen island, sliding in and out of you deep while I pull your hair and slap your ass. You’ll ride my cock in every chair and couch in the house. I’m going to lick and taste that sweet pussy in the shower, on the porch, in the bed of the truck.” He nudged my legs apart and stopped a centimeter away from my drenched opening, letting out short, hot breaths while staring up at me. I tried to push my hips up to connect with his mouth but his hand stayed on my stomach, holding me down.

“Would you like that, Tess? Do you want me to make you come?”

I whimpered, growing irritated at my released being denied. “Shane Thomas, if you don’t get your mouth on me right now I’m going to kick you in the face.”

He chuckled softly, casually nudging my clit with his nose. “Now, now, darlin’, threatening violence won’t get you what you want. Tell me what I want to hear.”

“Please. Shane. Please.” I cried out. “I…I need you to make me come.”

As soon as his tongue parted my slit my eyes shut so tightly I saw stars behind them. He let go of my stomach to spread my thighs wider, savoring my arousal while I begged him for more. My hips rose off the bed to get closer to his mouth, and he accommodated by sucking my clit hard before inserting two large fingers inside of me. The combination caused me to scream out my orgasm, repeating his name over and over. As I started to come down, he leisurely lapped the sensitive area, enjoying the fruits of his labor. The intensity was good, but too much, so I tugged his hair until he rose above me once again. He buried his head into my neck and exhaled.

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It was 10:30 p.m.; I had just crawled into bed and picked up my favorite bedtime book. With a yawn I started chapter 13 and the phone rang. Looking at the caller id my heart began to race as I recognized the number. I quickly answered not daring to keep him waiting. “Hello, Master.” I answered my voice quivering from the unexpected call.

“Hello my slut. Are you alone?” He asked in a voice that caresses my heart and drenches my cunt.

“Yes, Master.” I stuttered as excitement slammed through my body.

“Good, now open the front door.” He ordered.

“Yes, Master!” I said excited at the thought that my one true love stood just outside my door. Still holding the phone in my hand I threw the covers off my body and jumped out of bed. At almost full speed I ran threw my house to the front door. Without looking out the peephole I just unlocked and yanked the door opened. I stood in the open doorway wearing only a white tee shirt that barely covered my ass cheeks that hung out of the black thong that Master loves oh so much.

I stood there looking at the falling snow, feeling my nipples hardening against the thin fabric of my white shirt. But no Master. I felt my heartbreak, my lip quiver and my eyes tear up. I was overwhelmed with sadness as Master has tricked me before is this way.

“Did you check your peephole?” Master’s voice asked and I realized he was still on the phone with me.

I shook my head knowing I hadn’t.

“No you didn’t.” He answered for me stepping into the open doorway. I gasped as my eyes looked at his beautiful face.

“I’m sorry Master.” I whispered not trusting my voice just yet.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you know better then that.” He scolded me.

I lowered my head in shame. “I didn’t want to keep you waiting Master.” I said softly.

“You know your safety is the most important thing. Now step aside and let us in.” My head snapped up to search his dangerous eyes. Had he said ‘us’, who was ‘us’. I glanced to the side yet saw nobody, when I looked back to Master’s eyes I saw his arched brow which reminded me that I was keeping him waiting.

Quickly I stepped to the side and watched him step inside the house; behind him stepped another man who I’ve never seen before. I lowered my head to a small bow and he nodded a hello back to me. Once the men where securely inside, I closed the door and offered to take their coats.

Master nodded and they both handed me their coats. I quickly hung them up and returned to my Masters side. He smiled down at me as he leaned down for a kiss. Softly his lips touched mine and his hand knowingly came around my waist scooping me into his strong arms holding me tightly knowing my knees would buckle as they always do.

“I wasn’t expecting you tonight Master. I’m sorry I’m in such a, disarray.” I apologized softly against his mouth.

“Hmm, I like your disarrayed state.” He moaned softly back. His tongue teased and tasted mine then suddenly the kiss was broken and in one swift movement I was turned to Master’s side to face our visitor.

“My sweet slut, this is Dave, a very close friend of mine. Dave, this is my special little whore.” Master introduced us, a chill ran up my spine hearing that I was special to Master.

Dave held out his hand, I took it, keeping my head down showing Master’s friend the same kind of respect I show to my Master.

“Please forgive my night time attire Sir, I was not expecting company tonight.” I said, softly begging as I shyly pulled at the bottom of my tee shirt trying to stretch it down to cover more of my body.

Dave kissed my hand gently, “Do not fret over me, I think you are fine just the way you are.” I blushed.

Master cleared his throat to get my attention. Once my eyes met his he sat on the couch, I gently removed my hand from Dave’s and moved to my Masters feet where I knelt looking up at him adoringly.

Dave chuckled and sat on the other couch. “She is trained wonderfully.” He admired. His encouraging words caused my Master to smile proudly down at me.

I have never felt so proud of myself, and then I had at that moment. My heart filled with joy just knowing I had made my Master that happy even if it was for only a second. Master reached down and gently caressed my hair and the side of my face. I turned my head into the palm of his hand. I craved his touch; I ached for his love.

“Oh my little whore, show our guest what he came to see. Strip.” He ordered.

I blinked slowly but moved into the middle of the room and stood up slowly. I glanced once more at Master to see if he changed his mind. He didn’t.

I slowly grasped the bottom of the tee shirt slide it up to reveal my black thong then up more to show off my soft fleshy stomach, up higher letting my perky 36c breast bounce free, and at last off my head to let it drop to the ground. I glanced at Master as my thumbs curl into the strap of my thong and began pulling it down.

Master shook his head and I stopped instantly. He only had to point to the floor and I Kartal Türbanlı Escort dropped instantly to my knees with my head bowed.

“Wow.” Dave said breathlessly.

My Master chuckled and nodded. “She has become a wonderful slave, but it has taken a lot of training to get her this way.”

I remained silently kneeling; hearing my Master talk so freely about my extensive training caused a blush to color my cheeks. I felt the heat of embarrassment to flood my body, as I knew I was sitting there almost completely naked in front of someone other then my loving, safe Master.

“Is something wrong slut?” Master asked me with concern.

I shook my head slowly from side to side.

“Speak now slut.” He ordered in a gentle voice.

“Nothing Master. Just slightly embarrassed is all.” I answered.

“Sitting naked embarrasses you slut? Why? That is my body to command and control, why does it cause you embarrassment if it doesn’t bother me. I, for one, am very proud of my slut’s body. You need not to be embarrassed, you need nothing but to worry about my happiness.” He instructed. I nodded.

“Yes Master, as you wish.” I answered. I felt more then saw my Master’s smile and nod.

He then turned his attention back to his friend Dave. “Slut, go to our guest and let him see you up close.”

With a nod I crawled as seductively as possible to our guest and kneeled straight upward, keeping my head down. I felt Dave move to sit up a bit, closing the space between us more.

“May I?” He asked. I felt the room temperature drop and knew it was my Master nodding his answer.

I gasped as I felt our guest reach out and gently cup his rather cold hands against my round perky tits. His thumps and forefingers gently twist my hard nipples.

I moaned out as my back arched pushing my breast outward toward his kneading hands. I heard my Master chuckle and I froze.

“Oh my little whore do you like our guest’s touch?” I whimpered as if I had done something wrong. I suddenly felt that this was some sort of test of my faithfulness to my Master or maybe it was a test of my loyalty and obedience. Either way I was afraid to answer. I began to shake.

“Speak slut.” He demanded.

“If it makes you happy Master then yes.” I answered showing him that my only concern was his happiness.

I felt, more then saw, Master stand up and move around behind me. I felt Masters hand wrap up in my hair and pull my head back as far as it would go without to much pain.

I was staring straight up into his eyes; his deep dark pools filled with dangerous thoughts and the knowledge that I feared him as much as I love him. He could say so much with just a look. Tonight I saw love and something else that could be mistaken for worry but I know better then to think such things. I know, love, and trust my Master and he would never allow anything to happen that he doesn’t believe would excite and please me as much as himself.

Master stared into my eyes and I swear he was searching for answers that I didn’t have. He’s hand gently caressed my cheek, as Dave still played with my breast, pulling and tugging slightly rougher on my nipples.

I turned my face into my Masters hand not really caring about anything but him.

Slowly his hand came around to rest on my throat. My body tensed as his hand tightened around my soft succulent neck.

I whimpered and Dave let go of my breast and sat back to watch.

Masters fingers tightened around my throat as I gasped for that last breath I was allowed. “Hands and knees.” Master ordered and I obeyed. Master held my throat, as I moved slowly not wanting him to break his hold on my neck. “Turn around slut. Show our mortified guest that this is what you like.” Master ordered.

I obeyed instantly without hesitation.

Master let go of my throat as I turned to face him but quickly gripped my throat again as I shoved my ass end up in the air offering it up to our guest. Master watched me with a soft smile as I felt a hand cup my hot needy cunt.

“Oh wow, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen any bitch this wet before. Her thong is soaked.” Dave said.

I felt my body shiver with excitement when he called me a bitch.

Master chuckled and nodded. “No lube needed for this bitch.” Master confirmed.

“Not even for her ass?” Dave asked.

Master laughed heartily. “Actually I do use lube for her ass but it is more for safety sake then a necessity. Unless of course she needs a punishment.” He said keeping his eyes on me.

I whimpered out, “Master, I’ve been a good girl.” Fear in my voice and eyes.

Master nodded and touched my cheek. “Yes my slut, tonight you have been a very good girl. So far, and for that reason I am declaring your ass off limits. But just for tonight.”

I smiled up at him knowing he did that for my benefit. We both knew there was a special place in our hearts for such a vital act. Master had been the first to fuck my ass and it was a new act for us, I felt Kartal Otele Gelen Escort uncomfortable with the thought of another man using it for his pleasure. As did Master, I think.

I felt Dave’s fingers caressing the fabric over my cunt. I could feel the heat rising from his hand sending shivers down my spine.

I moaned softly and felt Masters fingers loosened slightly, tight enough to remind me he was there and in control. My legs spread wider as my back arched inward pushing my breast to the floor and my ass higher in the air.

I felt Dave’s finger hook inside the leg of the thong holding it as his knuckle grazed back and forth across my wet slit.

My breathing became faster as I glanced up to Master with a wanting in my eyes. He smile down at me and slowly unbuckled his belt, in one swift experienced movement he pulled his belt and it slipped easily free of his belt loops.

I shivered and licked my lips as I watched him fondle the leather belt with expertise flare. My heart raced as my hips pushed back against Dave’s hand.

“Damn she is loving this.” He said in a horse whisper.

“Yes she is a good whore.” Master said as his eyes held mine. I watched his hands moving over his zipper and pulling out his engorged meat. Not from sight but from experience I sucked his cock into my mouth and down my throat with a hunger that only showed in my eyes, which never left his.

Suddenly Masters hand was wrapped up in my hair, as I loved it to be, and his hips where slamming into my face. My throat completely filled when he rams into me.

My lips and suction tightened as Dave suddenly slammed 2 thick fingers deep into my juicy cunt. “Oh!” I moaned out.

Master’s cock pulled slowly out of my mouth only to then slam back into my throat causing me to gag. My body rocked back and forth to the two men pounding different parts of my insides.

“Hmm you’ve got to feel my cunts mouth! She can suck the chrome off a tailpipe.” Master moaned out as he fucked my mouth with vigor. Suddenly Master pulled my hair tight making me break the amazing suction with a loud ‘plop’. He pulled his cock from my mouth. “Turn.” Master demanded.

I instantly obeyed. I turn to face Dave pulling his erect 7 inches from his pants. I instantly devoured it into my hungry mouth. “Hmm.” I moaned out sending a small vibration down his shaft and to his balls. My head bobbed up and down on his meaty cock as my mouth sucked his cock like trying to suck a thick milkshake through a tiny straw.

He moaned and groaned as he pumped his hips off my couch as he fucked my mouth.

I felt Master behind me pulling my thong off as he started rubbing the head of his cock against my hot wet slit and up between my ass cheeks to circle my throbbing ass hole.

I must admit I wanted nothing more then my Master to slam his massive cock deep into the aching hole but I knew this was just a teasing reminder that he could if he wished but he wouldn’t.

Dave reached out circling his fingers into my hair, which only made me want to suck him deeper. He gently pushed my head down as his cock slid down my throat until I gagged.

Master took that moment to slam his cock between my hot cunt lips and grind his hips deep into my ass cheeks causing my walls to grip his cock tightly.

Both men groaned out at the same time as they fucked my holes.

It was Dave who complained about cumin to soon first.

Master reached out and grabbed my hair and pulled my head back pulling my mouth off of Dave’s cock. “Slow down slut.” He ordered staring into my eyes. “You have to remind her at times. She gets over heated easily.” Master said as if I was nothing more then a toy.

Oh I am!

Slowly I suckled Dave’s cock back into my mouth this time slowing down to his speed. My cunt sucked Masters cock in and out of me as my mouth did the same with Dave’s cock, my tongue teasing the tip of his cock’s head.

He moaned out as his hips bucked up off the couch slamming his cock into the back of my throat, I gagged, Master laughed.

I felt Master’s cock ramming in and out with force enough to rock my body ruthlessly. I felt sheer joy of my Master’s abuse toward my body as he shared me with his friend. I moaned out sending a vibration down Dave’s cock to his balls. Suddenly my head was ripped back off of Dave’s cock as I whimpered wanting more.

Master slammed his cock deep into my throbbing cunt hard enough to cause me to scream out with a mixture of pain and pleasure. “OH GOD YES!” I screamed.

Master pulled his cock from my dripping cunt. His hand still wrapped up in my long hair as he guided me to turn around to face him. I whimpered softly, wanting my holes filled. “I won’t allow cum to enter her body or mouth. Put this on.” Master instructed.

I knew it was a condom but didn’t rightly care at the moment. My cunt ached to be used and abused. I needed relief from this burning desire in me. As we patiently waited for the condom to be slipped on, Master Kartal Ucuz Escort decided he wanted to spank my round pale ass. “You need a bit of color in those cheeks.” He said and picked up his belt.

I began to shake but I nodded knowing there was no use in arguing. It was going to happen either way but I chose how hard and how many lashes I get. I lowered my chest to the ground spreading my legs as wide as they would go then braced myself from my Masters full swinging belt. I yelped out as the first strike hit across both ass cheeks. My body jumped forward from the force of Masters thrashing. Each strike felt like fire blazing hotter and hotter. Each hit, landing in the exact same spot, Master’s specialty. Each welt flaring up stinging my aching ass. Suddenly the belt came up and slapped my hot cunt with force that made me scream out and close my legs.

I knew instantly Master was glaring at me. I could feel the weight of his intense eyes. I shivered not even having to look up.

I heard the growl coming from deep within him and I began to sob uncontrollably. “I’m sorry Master! I’m so sorry. Please forgive me?! It was a natural reaction.” I sobbed out.

“One that you should no longer have.” He scolded me. But Master is a kind, gentle, man when he wishes it. Roughly yanking my hair making me look up and into his eyes. He snarled down at me and my tears sprung from my eyes and rolled down my cheeks instantly.

“We have company tonight but don’t think you can get away with this. It will be dealt with in MANY ways, at another time.” He informed me and I knew that I was in deep trouble but I nodded my understanding and Master nodded his back then roughly guided my mouth back to his standing cock. “Suck.” He ordered.

I obeyed immediately. Sucking him deep into my mouth and down my throat were my tongue played with the head of his cock. I took a deep breath, inhaling his scent as I plunged my mouth down shoving his cock down my throat trying to make amends for my misbehavior.

I felt Dave move closer behind me as Master guided my head up and down on his cock. “Her ass is nice and red and I’m sure it is burning quite a bit right now. Fuck her stinging cunt hard and deep and make sure you squeeze that ass. Keep it red.” Master instructed his friend.

I heard a chuckle as if he would truly enjoy this torture to my cunt and ass.

I whimpered and Masters grip on my hair tightened. “Your not protesting are you whore?” Master asked in a tone of voice that I knew instantly what my answer had better be.

I shook my head with wide innocent eyes straining to look up at Master.

“Good Girl.” Master praised me as he slammed his cock down my throat and held me there for what seemed like forever.

Suddenly I felt Dave’s cock press to my opening and his finger pressed to my tight ass hole. I heard him moan softly as I felt Master tightened his hold on me and I braced myself for the entry. To my dismay Dave slammed both his cock and his finger into the two holes.

My mouth opened in a muffled scream, as Master’s friend took no care in my pleasure as he fucked me hard and deep with both his protruding parts. I screamed over and over as his finger slammed in and out of my precious ass hole. Tears streamed down my face.

Just as my Master bent down to look into my tear filled eyes I felt my ass hole loosen up around Dave’s finger and I was finally able to relax a bit. “Do you wish this to stop?” Master whispered in my ear. I shook my head no as I could feel my orgasm rising from the deep depths of my insides. With a nod Master leaned back up and replaced his cock into my mouth.

The force of Dave’s fucking made my sucking Master’s cock easier for I didn’t have to move on my own much Dave did that for me.

I sucked Masters cock as hard and as deep as I could until I heard both men moaning and their breathing increasing from their pleasure. I could feel Dave’s cock throbbing inside my cunt with every thrust. I screamed out as I felt wave after wave of pleasure flow from my body. I sucked Master deeper and harder into my throat as I felt my orgasm explode. My cunt quivering caused Dave to cum long and hard and my mouth sucking Masters cock like it was a straw, the creamy thick stuff that usually don’t squirt from my Master, did, and gulped it down my throat like the hungry little slut that I am.

When both men were finished, they pulled out of me, Dave went to use the bathroom while I collapsed to the floor with exhaustion.

Master knelt at my head and I forced myself to crawl up into his lap the place where I’d rather be more then anywhere else in the world.

“Did you enjoy that my little slut?” He asked as he stroked my hair.

I moaned softly and nodded.

“Good girl. I am very proud of my good girl tonight.” He said softly with praise and pride.

I felt pride in myself at the moment his words echoed in my ears. “Thank you Master.” I said softly.

“Oh no my dear, You shall thank me in other ways.” He said but before I had a chance to ask more, Dave came out of the bathroom fully clothed and Master stood up and went in.

The silence between Dave and I was unbearable I couldn’t take it any longer. “Did you enjoy yourself Sir?” I asked softly looking up at him. He looked at me and I could see a pain in his eyes.

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Brunette

It was Friday around noon when my wife Tina called me. I was at the office but she said, “Come home as early as you can today! I have a big surprise for you tomorrow, and there are a few things we have to do tonight to get ready.” I wasn’t sure what kind of surprise it would be, but my mind went straight to the gutter. For the rest of the day it was hard for me to even stand up.

We’ve always had a great sex life. We both have a lot of passion for each other and enjoy trying new and different things. We get the most fun out of our sex life as we can. I love her body so much that I just want to lick her from her toes all the way up. I was still working on getting her to let me give her anal, but she had no problem with giving it to me back there. It’s so hot when she takes me with the strap-on. We enjoy playing with other couples, and she’s even cool with me sucking and getting fucked by other guys when we are playing with them. Occasionally, she’ll even give me a night where we can dress up as slutty women. In my experience, a woman that can handle this side of me is such a rare thing that I try not to abuse it.

I managed to get out a little early that day and raced home. Tina was at the door to greet me. She looked so hot wearing 4-inch strappy heals, a short skirt that that went to her mid-thigh, and a sexy top showing off the girls. Tina knows how to get me going, I was ready to pull her to the floor and fuck here right there. She walked me over to the couch and began to explain what she had in store for me.

“I know you work a very boring job that you hate to provide for the family, so this weekend I’ve got some excitement for you. The kids are staying with family, and you get to be Sapphire.” That’s the name I like to go by when I get dressed up. “This afternoon we are going to do a little shopping to get you some new slutty clothes. Then we are going to go out for mani and pedis, and grab a quick bite to eat before coming home to get all pretty.”

At this point I was already thinking that this was going to be an amazing sex filled weekend with Tina. I thought it couldn’t get any better than this, but she kept going. “Tomorrow morning there will be a couple guys coming by and they plan on fucking Sapphire a few times throughout the day, and she will do whatever they want. I have already had them thoroughly checked out so you won’t have to worry about using protection. I know you have always wanted to know how that feels.”

She was right; anytime I’ve done anything with a guy I’ve always played it safe and wanted to know what it was like to not have to do that. “Understand from now until Sunday morning I am in charge, whatever I say goes and the guys coming over understand that as well. I can see you are already getting pretty excited.”

I was rock hard at this point. I couldn’t get much out in the way of words, just “this sounds like it’s gonna be fun.”

“One of the rules you will need to know about right away is that you are not to touch your cock in any pleasurable way. I don’t want you cumming because I want you to be begging to be fucked all day. It’s okay if you end up cumming from being fucked, but not on purpose until I say.”

“I understand,” I told her. I found this very exciting but also wondered how frustrating it would be.

After that we were off to the mall, we picked one a good distance away to make sure we didn’t run into anyone we knew. I always have fun shopping for new outfits with Tina, picking stuff out together and trying them on. I try to be so discreet about it while at the same time she is pushing the limits of what I will do in public. After picking out a few things we were off to the salon for our manis/pedis. Tina got everything done, but I just stuck to getting my toes painted a darker blue. The girls at the shop always look at me a little weird when it’s close to the end of a pedicure and I tell them I need my nails painted. I don’t care much though, because I won’t be there again. Sometimes when doing this the woman seems intrigued or curious, when that happens I always wonder if I should invite her to join Tina and I.

We then went out to dinner and after some food and a couple of drinks I was feeling pretty good. The slight buzz, having a fresh pedicure, and trying on outfits had me feeling very sexy, and horny. Looking at Tina throughout dinner I wanted her more and more. I would have fucked her right there if she would let me. The drive home seemed to take forever.

As soon as we got home we tore into each other, there wasn’t much foreplay before the two of us were lying naked in bed with my cock penetrating deep into her. We fucked for about 10 minutes when she whispered in my ear, “I want you in my ass.” I had a big smile on my face after hearing that. “Just keep fucking my pussy for now,” she said. My cock slowly trusted into her while she reached into the nightstand and pulled out a vibrator about the size of two of my fingers. She lubed it up and began to slowly work it in and out of her ass to get herself ready for my cock. Tina looked Pendik Öğrenci Escort uncomfortable at first but didn’t take long before she was enjoying having a cock in her pussy and a vibrator in her back door. It was a huge turn-on for me as well because I could feel the vibrations on my cock.

Once she started to moan I knew she was ready. I gave her a few last deep thrusts before I pulled out. I then gave a few quick licks to her delicious pussy, and pulled the vibrator out so I could put my cock in her virgin ass. I began to push in very slowly with just the tip of my rock hard cock, and then pulled out. I pushed in again after a few seconds, going a little further. I kept this up giving her short thrusts here and there until I felt her loosen up. Once that happened I sent my cock balls deep in her. I could see the look of pain and pleasure all over her face.

I whispered, “I am all the way in.” My dick couldn’t have been any harder. I held it there for a minute then started to thrust back and forth. “I love the feel of my cock in your ass,” I stated as I began pounding her harder and harder. She started to massage her pussy in earnest. Tina was moaning quite loud at this point, with every breath she let out another loud one. It didn’t take much for her to cum, hell, it didn’t take long for me either. I was dumping my entire load into her as she was screaming and rubbing her clit. I just loved the thought of her having my seed back there and didn’t want to pull out.

After we finished we fell asleep. Tina woke up before I did the next morning and started getting ready for the day. After her shower she came back to the bedroom to wake me up. She gave me a little smack on the ass. “Come on Sapphire, time to get going. You have a big day to get ready for.” After procrastinating for a bit I got moving.

Passing by Tina in the bedroom I grabbed her by the waist and asked with a cocky look on my face, “how’s your ass feeling?”

“Not as bad as I thought it would but I imagine yours is going to be much more sore by tomorrow morning. Now get into the shower!”

“Yes ma’am.”

Getting ready to be Sapphire is such a long but fun process. First thing I always do is give myself an enema to make sure I’m perfectly clean back there. Then it’s onto the shower to scrub myself clean and Nair my legs. It’s such a turn on to look down at my nice smooth legs and perfectly manicured toes, the salon did a really good job on them. Ever since I started doing this I have a much better understanding of all the work women have to go through.

Now it’s on to the fun part, putting on make-up and getting dressed. I was planning on changing outfits a few times throughout the day. First I started out wearing black panties with a pink lacey outline, a red and black mid-thigh plaid skirt, a tight corset to give me a slim waist and curvy hips along with a sparkly black halter top to go over it. I finished it off with a pair of 4-inch strappy black heals that I had custom decorated with Swarovski crystals by a company named Bei Cristalli.

Now it was on to makeup. This is truly an art form that I’m still learning, so I’m always asking Tina for advice and help. I shaved as close as I could, but still have to apply a very thick foundation to cover up the little bit of stubble that can be seen. It’s a little tricky blending the eye liner and eye shadow in, but I’m getting good enough to make it look sexy. The look was really starting to come together. Last was a rich red lipstick, and then I went on to choosing a long, blonde, semi curly wig. I love the feeling of the hair draped over my shoulders and running down my back.

Looking at myself in the mirror once everything was done it was hard to tell that an hour ago I was a man. I must say I looked dam sexy, I looked like I was ready for a good fucking. I went downstairs to get Tina’s approval, and after a few touch ups to my makeup and hair I was good to go.

We sat down to a nice and relaxing breakfast, I thought it was kind of funny eating breakfast while dressed up like I was ready for a night out at a club. We made some small talk and took our time. It was hard to concentrate on the conversion because images from last night and what was to come today kept popping into my head.

It was about 10 am when the first guy showed up. Tina got up to answer the door and let him in. His name was Ryan, and he was about 5’9″, average build, and looked to be in his late 20’s. He wasted no time heading into the living room to meet Sapphire. I stood up to greet him. “Wow Tina, you weren’t kidding! She cleans up well and is looking very hot,” he stated.

“I told you so, she’s my little slut. She’ll do just about anything I tell her to,” Tina said.

“Is that true Sapphire? Prove it,” he challenged.

“Yes sir, what would you like me to do?” I asked.

“Give me a little spin, I want to see if the back is as sexy as the front.” he said.

I did as I was told and put both hands on my hips, turned, and bent over slightly. I Pendik Çıtır Escort then stood back up straight, walked closer to them and did another twirl. He closed the rest of the distance between us and put his hands around my waist and planted a big kiss on my lips. It was nice and made me feel even more feminine. He them brought his hangs up to my shoulders pushing me to my knees bringing me to eye level with his crotch. I took off his belt, and began to unbutton and unzip his pants. I left his pants on, but took out a clean shaven cock that sprang right up. Ryan wouldn’t let me suck his cock right away, he made me focus my attention on his balls first. I started licking them tenderly, it was a huge turn on, my own cock was rock hard under my panties. I started sucking on one ball and soon had both in my mouth. That’s when Ryan stopped me. He sat down on the couch and I crawled toward him. I took his pants off the rest of the way. “Sapphire, there’s a bit of precum on my dick. Clean it up for me.” he commanded.

I was hoping he would say that soon. Wanting to be a good little slut I did as I was told. As I was licking and sucking his cock I noticed Tina out of the corner of my eye snapping a few pictures. I also noticed that she now was wearing a strap-on. She continued to take a few more pics as I sucked. Once she was satisfied with documenting my first cock sucking of the day she got down on her knees behind me, lifted up my skirt, and began lubing me up. After she finger-fucked my ass for a few minutes she took them out and said “You’re taking my cock in that ass first today.” She lined up the tip of the strap-on with my hole and began to push. As usual it hurt a bit at first but she was going slow. Wasn’t long before she was deep in me. Once she could tell I had loosened up she began moving faster and faster. With the extreme amount of pleasure I was getting from Tina fucking me it was hard to concentrate enough to make sure Ryan was getting a good blow job. Still I tried as much as possible, and I’m sure he enjoyed all the moaning I was doing with his cock in my mouth. Already it felt like my cock wanted to explode in my panties.

“It’s time for us to switch, my pussy needs some attention,” Tina said to Ryan. Tina pulled her strap-on out of me and took it off while Ryan was got situated behind me. Tina got the camera again and began taking a lot more pics. Meanwhile, Ryan lined his cock up with my hole and began to push. He eased it in inch by inch, glad I was already loosed up, till he was all the way in me. I love how he felt in me without a condom. He began to pump in and out of me at a steady pace while Tina was still taking pictures and shooting some video. I kept on moaning in pleaseure, it was so hard not to grab my own cock out from under my panites and start jerking it.

Tina sat down on the couch in front of me, spread her legs, and pulled my head in. She tasted so good and was extremely wet. Ryan was still going slow enough that I could time my moans in line with my licks of Tina’s pussy. Ryan began to pick up the pace fucking my ass. I arched my back and pushed back to meet his thrusts. I felt like I was ready to explode I wanted to cum so bad, but even more than that I wanted him to cum. Tina was the first to climax, she pulled my head into her pussy and I was trying to get my tongue into her as far as possible. I didn’t want to stop licking her but after her climax was done she was too sensitive and pushed me off. She sat on the couch watching Ryan fuck me as she came down.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m so close. Ready for it Sapphire?” Ryan moaned. All I could do was moan in approval. He started fucking me even harder until I could feel his cum squirting into me. After he was done cumming he left his cock in me for a bit moving it slowly to make sure he got every drop of cum out. Ryan pulled out leaving me with an empty feeling and he and Tina got up to get dressed. I was left there on the floor wanting more.

I regained my composure and pulled myself up to the couch. Ryan said “damn Sapphire, you’re a nice fuck. I plan on getting that ass a couple more times today. Now how about you go fix me a drink.”

“Yes sir.” I got up, adjusted my skirt, and went to the kitchen. While I was working on that I could feel some of his cum dripping out of me so once I was done getting Ryan what he wanted I went to the bedroom to change my panties and touch up my makeup.

It was a shortly after 11:30 am when Kevin showed up. I could hear Tina answering the door and some talking but was too far away to make out what they were saying. I walked back into the living room and found everyone in there already. Kevin was a much bigger man around 6’2″ and heavily muscled with arms that looked to be as thick as my neck. He was wearing jeans and a tighter shirt that showed off the size of his chest.

Tina said to me “Sapphire, why don’t you go bring us all out some food and grab a beer for Kevin.”

I returned with a cheese and cracker platter in one hand and Kevin’s beer in the other. Pendik Elit Escort Everyone was sitting on the couch. I placed the platter on the coffee table and was handing Kevin his beer when instead of taking it he took me by the wrist and pulled me down to him. He kept guiding me closer and closer till I was straddling his lap and we were face to face. I could feel the bulge in his pants under me getting bigger. He was running his hands all over my body feeling my smooth legs and my waist. Once he got to my ass he squeezed my cheeks firmly and kissed me at the same time. He continued to make out with me and feel every part of me that was in his reach.

After a couple minutes of passionate kissing I could feel his cock through his jeans was very hard. I didn’t want to make him wait any longer so I lifted off his shirt and tossed it to the side. Running my beautifully painted nails from this neck, down his chest to this belt I started to unbuckle it while I was still on his lap. Without taking his cock out I reached in and started feeling around. Could tell already he was very big and well groomed. I took his cock in my hand and started stroking lightly. I couldn’t wait to see it but I also wanted to tease myself a bit. I kept feeling around grabbing his balls while kissing his neck and then moving my lips further and further down.

When I got to his waist I pulled my hand out of his pants and began working them off him. Kevin was left in just his underwear and it wasn’t doing a very good job at hiding or holding back his member. He lifted up his hips so I could take them off of him quickly and I was staring at a cock at least 9 inches in size. I wrapped my hand around it, lifted it up, and took one big lick from the base up to the tip and then plunged it into my mouth. It was hard to get more than half of it in there.

Tina and Ryan seemed content to just watch me work on Kevin. Of course Tina was there with her camera either taking some video or still pics, wasn’t sure which. She would tell me later on that the guys were cool with that because she wouldn’t get their faces in the shots.

After a few minutes my jaw was beginning to hurt but I tried to keep going the best I could working my tongue around the tip of his cock. That was when I felt someone playing around with my panties, taking my own cock out and go into a mouth. I looked down it was Tina sucking me. It was so hot, if someone had been fucking me at the same time I would have cum in few seconds. That helped encourage me to keep going. I wasn’t sure if Kevin wanted me to suck him till he came so I decided to just going to keep at it till he told me to stop.

At that point I started thinking about how Ryan had cum in me and that most of it was still in there. It got me hoping that I would get it in my mouth this time, I was in heaven being this little cum slut. Soon enough I realized that what was going to happen. I felt Kevin start to tense up and put his hands on my head. I kicked my head bobbing on his cock into overdrive and that’s when I felt the first spurt enter my mouth. Jet after jet of cum was filling my mouth, I tried to keep it all in but I was working so hard I ended up letting some spill out down my chin. As he stopped cuming I slowed down but kept going until he guided me off his cock and Tina had taken her mouth off mine. I still had his load which turned out to be really big in my mouth, I looked up at Kevin so he could see and then swallowed it.

“Holy fuck Sapphire, that was nice. I had been saving that up for days for you.” Kevin said.

“mmmm, you tasted so good. You gave me just what I wanted.”

“well don’t let any go to waist, get that bit off your chin.”

Like a good little slut I did as I was told and used a finger to scoop that in as well. I had never felt so dirty in my life. Tina told me to go touch up my make-up. I stood to adjust my clothes but couldn’t get my cock back into my panties. While I was touching up my make-up again and waiting for my cock to go back down I decided to change into a tight black skirt, silver top, and black high heels with an open toe and see through netting. I got a nice approval from everyone when I went back out.

We all spent the next couple hours hanging out, talking, watching some tv, and having a couple drinks. Sometimes when I would get up from the couch Ryan or Kevin would grab my ass or pull me in for a kiss before I walked out of the room. Even though they had both cum there didn’t seem to be any shortage of lust they had for me. Tina and I worked together to make lunch for all of us.

Toward the end of lunch we were a little buzzed and somehow we got on the topic of cars. Tina brought up the fact that I like Mustangs and had nice one in the garage.

“Oh Sapphire, you gotta show me. I own a couple myself.” Kevin said.

Tina replied, “She would love to, she like showing it off. Sapphire, go get your keys.”

I grabbed the keys and then took Kevin by the hand to lead him to the garage. For some reason I was suddenly very aware of the sound my heels made with every step I took leading out there. We reached the garage and I turned the light on. I got into the drivers side so I could put the top down and give him a better look at the inside as well. He was walking around the car admiring it until he got to the front.

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Tonight wasn’t a spontaneous, spur of the moment act. Tracey, a close ‘girlfriend’ had really wanted to go out dressed. The more she talked about it the more I was in. We often dress together but it has always been at her place or mine. We have never gone out dressed. Our neighbors haven’t seen us either as far as we know. We decided to go to the C & C ABS. We had been to this adult store many times before alone and together and often seen and talked with other CDs.

We both had a difficult week at work with overbearing and sometimes unreasonable bosses. I needed something to help me completely forget about it until I was back on Monday. Tracey had suggested we start with a little chardonnay.

We were getting dressed at my home to spend a Friday night at the C & C. I had been practicing on weekends and occasionally on weeknights. I felt I was getting reasonably good at applying makeup but I needed a test albeit an easy one. I finished and was happy with how I did. The red lipstick was bright and I knew it would play off my lingerie. Tracey needed no help. Her makeup was always stunning.

I am 5’11” and love wearing high heels. I usually wear stilletos around but I also have a pair of red five inch heels that I decided to wear tonight. They would compliment the red lingerie I also planned. I used the adhesive to attach my breast forms then clasped the lace bra in front. I carefully pulled on red lace stockings and matching garter belt. I put on my shiny metal cock cage to keep myself under control. The only interest I had in coming that night was if I was fucked right. Skipping any panties I pulled on a conservative grey pencil skirt that had enough stretch to pull up over my ass. A black sheer blouse was next, buttoned to the top. My wavy brunette wig was next followed by a pair of nonprescription glasses to disguise my face the last amount.

I came out of the closet to check out my work in the full length mirror. After a couple of adjustments here and there I looked perfect. Well not perfect but as good as I have been able to get. Tracey had a similar outfit on matching my red lace and black sheer blouse. We had both been wearing plugs to keep us ready to be fucked. We took them out and lubed up a bit. It’s nice to be ready. I tucked a small tube in my bra.

We had already made it through most of the second bottle of wine as we were getting ready. We walked out to the cab arm in arm. The wine was part of the reason. We were really leaning on each other for emotional support tonight. The drive went by quickly. The driver dropped us at a trans friendly bar close to the bookstore. We needed our liquid courage topped off.

After a glass or two we walked the three blocks over to the store. I noticed the parking lot was half full as we walked in. Tracey commented that she hoped there would be some decent guys tonight. I hoped so too.

We paid and headed to the straight theater. We sat together for a bit. Soon we each Kurtköy Esmer Escort had a guy standing next to us with their cock out. I quickly had my guy in my mouth. He didn’t last long. He shot a small load and bailed. Tracey’s guy had finished also so we got up to move to the gay theater.

We split up to sit next to a couple of guys already there. I sat next to a guy sitting bare in the seat. His pants were off to the side. I replaced his hand on his cock with mine and started stroking him. After a few minutes I leaned to him and asked in my sexiest voice to suck him. He moaned and stretched his legs. I took it as a yes and started sucking his cock. It was a nice cock too. It was a perfect 7 inches or so and thick. Definitely it was above average. The biggest size that I can usually handle comfortably.

I soon had him deep throated but he asked if he could fuck me. Normally my first thought would be a resounding Yes. The problem was that I recognized his voice. I panicked with the knowledge that I had my boss, Nick’s cock in my mouth. In my mouth and down my throat as far as it would go. He wasn’t my favorite guy in the world. Quite the opposite. He was difficult and liked to bark orders without ever doing any work. And he was usually clueless about things.

I had to think what to do. He obviously hadn’t recognized me. He was naked in a gay theater. And he wants to fuck me. Before I could process the situation and decide on a course he asked again.

“Cocksucker, can I fuck you?” He repeated. “Aren’t you a slut? That’s why you’re here. Isn’t it? I bet you don’t have any panties to take off either.”

I let his cock fall from my mouth and moved close to his ear.

“Hmmm, I don’t have panties on.” I whispered. Then I moaned and breathed lightly in his ear.

I pressed my breasts on his chest and took his cock in hand again.

“So yes big boy, you are going to fuck this slut tonight.” I responded in a sexy whisper.

“Ride my cock. Facing me so I can watch you take my big cock.” he ordered.

“Sure thing stud. Your the boss tonight.” I couldn’t help it.

If I was honest and said anything, even just ‘No’ in my normal voice he probably would recognize me. I chose to keep my voice soft so he wouldn’t recognize it. He probably won’t see my face well enough in this light. Even so my makeup and glasses would throw off any last chance of recognition. I still felt trapped somehow so I went with it and took the risk.

And somehow it felt right being the good slut. He was right this time. I am a slut.

I kept my face turned away while I moved to straddle Nick. I pulled my skirt up over my hips. He had already lifted the arms of the seats back out of the way. I felt his legs slide along my thighs as I lowered onto his lap. My stockings rubbed his legs. I heard a quiet sigh over the film playing when the head of his cock touched my ass. I kept my head next to his with my Kurtköy Eve Gelen Escort mouth close to his ear. It would keep him from getting a good look at me and I could whisper anything I needed him to hear.

I used one hand to balance myself while my other directed his cock to my entrance. I nibbled on his earlobe as I slid down his cock.

“Fuck, your cock is testing me. It feels so thick.” I said. Little more than the head was in.

“Are you going to be able to take it all slut?” he asked. I bit his ear again.

“Fuck, yeah I can take it all. What’s your name big boy? Just in case I need to scream it out.” I worked his cock in a bit more. It was stretching me good. If I accidentally moaned or screamed his name I had to be sure there was a reason I knew it.

“Nick.”

“Nick, I think I have you in the rest of the way.” I was sitting on his lap with his cock impaled in my ass.

“Fuck your cock’s big stud.” I started to ride him. The pain was constant but I could tolerate it. I knew it would change to pleasure in a moment. “You like that?”

“Yeah, that’s good.” he said. “You’re tight.” Fuck, I was only tight because his cock was so thick. His cock was feeling good already. I was sitting so it would press on my prostate.

As I rode him my caged cock bumped his stomach. He teased me about it, lifting it up and trying to twist it.

“Fuck, Nick, your cock feels so good. Oh. I…” I said trailing off before moaning repeatedly in his ear. My breath was heavier as I started riding his cock faster. My ass had accommodated him completely and it was feeling even better. I gradually increased my pace as he started grinding back in time.

“Fuck, yes Nick fuck me good. Ohh fuuck Nick.” I moaned. I could tell this would eventually make me cum. I’d cum only if he could hold off himself for long enough.

“Yeah, ride my cock you slut. Take it deep in your ass slut.” he said. I slammed harder on his cock. He was getting me close to the trigger.

“Yeah Nick, I’m your dirty slut. Fuck me good. Fuck me hard. Fuck your dirty cocksucking slut like a real man with that thick fucking cock.” Fuck I was on the edge. I was riding him furiously. His cock was about to be sending me over the edge.

“Yeah slut, you have me close. You’re going to make me nut.”

That did it. It made me start cumming the next time I dropped on his thick cock. My legs were shaking and unsteady but I pressed on.

“Oh, Nick your cock feels so good. Nut in me Nick. Nut in me please.” I begged. “I need your cum blasted deep in me.”

My cum started running out of my cock. It didn’t shoot or squirt but ran down my balls to my ass.

“Look at me slut.” he said.

I was hardly comprehending him. I was in ecstasy as I sat again on his cock. My cum continued draining from my cock and through the cage. It ran down to my asshole and was adding to the slippery feeling each time Kurtköy Evi Olan Escort I landed.

“Look at me slut. I want to see your face when I nut bareback in your ass.” he said.

What he had said had registered this time. So fuck it. The lighting sucks. I’m back lit by the movie playing behind me. I’m wearing heavy makeup and glasses. He won’t recognize my face, my eyes. I complied. I looked at him, directly into his eyes.

I whispered “Fuck me with that huge cock big boy”.

His fingers dug in trying to hold me still. I dropped down on his cock one last time squeezing as much as I could. I felt him grinding his hips against me as he shot his cum deep in me.

“Oh yes, do it Nick. Shoot that load right in me. I need your cum. Fuck that’s so good.” I lifted up and sat on him again. His cock throbbed depositing more of his cum in me.

“Fuck Nick that’s a lot of cum.” I said just before he pulled me to his face. Before I knew what was happening let alone could react he had his lips on mine and his tongue was fighting to part my lips. Fuck, I was kissing him now.

I let his tongue in teasing it with mine. We wrestled tongues for the space in my mouth. Nick won and pressed even harder on my lips. His arms now wrapped around my waist holding me tight to his body, keeping his cock deep in me.

I relaxed on him, kissing his neck as my body went limp. He started to move so I felt he was ready to go. I panicked not having an exit plan. I lifted off him and moved to a seat away from the aisle.

He picked up his pants from the seat and put them on. Before leaving he turned to me and leaned down close to my face.

“Be here next Friday at the same time if you want to fuck again.”

“Sure thing Nick, already looking forward to it.”

With that he left. Tracey came back to me.

“That was hot Brie. I watched the whole thing. You looked so good. How was it?”

“It was hot for me too. That was my boss, Nick. He didn’t know it was me.”

“Oh fuck, that asshole? Did he know it was you?”

“No.” I responded.

“Fuck, that’s crazy. He came in you, too. And you kissed him. Sorry, how did you even handle that?” Tracey asked.

“I don’t know. It just happened.”

“What’s going to happen Monday? Will you tell him?”

“I don’t think I should. I mean, he might get upset since I knew before he fucked me. I think I’ll have to keep it a secret. Everyone knows he’s gay but I haven’t come out there. No one knows I dress. I have more to lose.

“And he wants me here next Friday for him to fuck again.” I added. “And I want to. I want his cock again. It’s amazing.”

“Ok, if you’re sure.” Tracey said.

“I think I am. Will you come with me then?”

“Fuck Brie, that was so hot I wouldn’t miss an encore for the world. We are going back to the bar so you can tell me what you were going through. I had no idea.”

I pulled my skirt back down and we headed out to get a few drinks at the bar. It was the same bar as before, friendly to our persuasion so we weren’t too worried about being out.

The following week was thrilling. I was very nervous Monday but I should have known better. Nick was clueless about it being me that he fucked and kissed Friday.

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My alarm startles me awake. I don’t normally sleep so solidly but this time, I did. No dreams to remember at all, either. Just pure solid sleep. I feel really good and relaxed. Until I sit up. There’s this dull ache way low in my stomach. It’s not terrible but it’s uncomfortable as hell and almost feels like the leftovers of being kicked in the balls. I grimace against the pain and rub under my balls gently. Too much masturbating and being hard almost all day yesterday, probably. I ignore it and take my shower. In fact, I ignore a lot of what happened yesterday. The memory of the night before last is there but easier to shove away. And the other stuff? I just kind of put it into this little mental box and bury it.

I feel like toasted crap but the shower works wonders. Turned up almost all the way, I just stand and turn this way and that to let the hot water wash over my body. Luxurious. Usually my showers are short but the hot water is working my muscles, relaxing them. Loosening them. I hadn’t noticed how stiff I was from everything. Mmmm… my skin feels especially sensitive at the moment, in a good way but also in that crazy almost-too-much-to-bear tickling sensitivity. Definitely going to change my detergent.

When the water turns slightly colder, I grab the soap and lather my hands. Wow. I am sensitive. And my skin is really smooth. Crazy smooth. I guess I hadn’t realized what losing my body hair meant because my hands just glide over my ches- OH SHIT! My nipples feel really good right now. Could it be? I look down but, no, they’re just my nipples. Small with the little, barely quarter sized aureole around them. Erect, sure, but I’m playing with them. It’s much more noticeable – the jolt to my balls. Huh. It also makes the ache less… ache-y. I lean back against the shower wall, out of the stream of water, and rub both nipples. Fuck, yes. I’m rock hard from the feeling but not even thinking of touching my dick because my nipples feel so … different. Left over response from the other night but, unlike the confused imagery from yesterday, I’ll gladly take it.

I don’t notice my right hand going down to my thigh. My left middle and index fingers are rubbing and tweaking my tiny left nipple while my right hand has settled on the crease between my inner thigh and balls. My eyes are closed, not imagining anything – just losing myself in the feeling of the live nerve running straight from my nipple to my dick. I’m pressing the fingers and flat of my right hand against the side of my balls and inner thigh – rubbing the area in a down and forward motion over and over as if massaging myself. If I were noticing it, I’d say it felt good in an odd way. But, I don’t notice it and I’m not doing it on purpose. All I know is the – FUCK! I buckle and fall on my ass, thankful there’s some padding there.

Shaking. I’m sh… shaking and…. Jesus, it’s hard to breathe. My dick is pumping, cumming against the walls. Pale glops of sperm hitting here and there and being taken down by the water. I can’t seem to control my body. My hips keep jerking and my legs are like a pair of snakes fighting in a bag. I won’t ever admit it but that small part of me that’s coherent through the orgasm and shaking is faintly sad that the cum is gone to where I can’t get it.

My body settles after a little bit of the strange jerkiness. I have my arms clenched around my chest and lower stomach and I’m breathing hard. I have, never in my life, ever cum without my dick being involved in some way. Ever. My dick is flaccid against my balls and that ache is back deep in me. I curse myself for getting worked up and making it worse but what’s done is done and the shower’s going cold. I go to my knees, ignoring the image of the she-wolf on her knees, and, but no, I can’t stand. I can reach the shampoo bottle from where I am so I quickly clean my hair and turn off the cold water.

So, I sit. Kneel. With my hands on my thighs and my eyes closed. Breathing. Wiggling my toes. When I’m sure I can stand, I do, leaning on the walls for support. I’m careful with the towel as I dry off since I’m still sensitive and my nipples feel painful from me messing with them.

There’s barely time to brush my teeth and grab a protein bar to eat on the way to work so I rush through it. The tags come of off my new clothes really easily and I’m pleased to feel the silk cool and soft against my chest. No irritation for the skin like my other shirt and even my sore nipples aren’t bothered. The pants are a little tight in the seat and sides but I’m sure I’ll ease into them the more I wear them. I do a quick glance in the mirror to make sure I didn’t miss any tags, turning to the side to see the back and… huh. My ass looks good in these slacks. Reaching back, I check and feel a plumpness that wasn’t there before. I think the tightness of them are pushing at the skin and making it seem like I actually have an ass. Like those bras that make a lady seem to have more cleavage than she actually has. I twirl a bit to see both sides but my other alarm goes off so I head out.

It’s a gray day but Ataşehir Grup Escort I feel oddly cheerful. I can’t figure out why but I’m tapping the steering wheel and humming some half-remembered song as I drive along to work, singing out the wrong lyrics off-key. I’m even grinning at random people during the stop-and-go part of the traffic. Why shouldn’t I be happy? I turned into a fucking werewolf the other night! Why haven’t I stopped to think about it and be amazed? A goddamned werewolf! Sure, I barely remember it but it happened. And, okay, as a woman too but still a werewolf. I almost feel like laughing out loud suddenly. Who’d believe it? It’s something I’ll remember until the day I die. Even the dull ache under my balls isn’t enough to dampen my good mood. Everything just seems so much brighter. It’s crazy.

I call out good morning to different people as I make my way to my desk at work, humming as I go along. Tea, protein bar, email. Done. I settle into it and time passes. Things are starting to feel more routine. I check my mail for credit references, new customer forms and anything from my boss. There’s a nice stack of things for me to deal with so I get started and time passes.

“You probably want to get that checked, man.” The voice startles me badly. I get sucked into work easily. The easy monotony of paperwork and the combination of living alone and not having a TV means I’m not surrounded by people and noise constantly. Add in what happened the past two nights and me being on edge in general and I find I’m way jumpier than usual.

“Get what… Oh.” I’ve been scratching my chest again. I hadn’t even noticed myself doing it. Slow, long scratches. “Yeah, just not paying attention. What’s up, Ed?” I ask.

“Did you see my email about Aquatica? I really need you to open them up in the system. I’ve got a $20,000 order waiting to go through.” Ed looks like he could be on drugs. Skinny, twitchy, eyes darting here and there and this strange energy. I keep waiting for him to try to borrow money from me for some fake reason while actually going out to buy cocaine or meth or whatever druggies use. I know shockingly little about drugs and I’m okay with that. That’s why god invented vodka.

“Yeah, I did. And you know what they did the past two times. We had to fight them to pay us back.” I tell him. It’s true, too. They’re a terrible company.

“Come onnnn, man. I know their sales rep and she swears she’ll pay on time.” He looks like he’s about to pee himself. The company gossip (I hear it second hand by snooping on conversations) is that Ed has a problem with money – a boat, car and a house he can’t afford. And probably a heroin habit. Or cocaine. Whatever.

I shrug. “Ed, I can’t do it. It’s-“

“Rebecca said they’d pay it! I talked to her myself. Yeah, they had problems before but they need our engines for some of their new boats. They’ll pay. She said. They have guaranteed work.” His cheeks are flushed. He’s mad. I can feel my heart speeding up. My previously cheerful mood is evaporating.

“My boss has the file, Ed. Talk to him if-“

“Fuck. Seriously? Can you talk to him? I’ll send you the emails.”

“Ed, I explained everything to him but-“

“Jesus. Same damn thing every time. Why do I even ask? I’ll talk to your damn boss.” He leaves in a huff and I can feel my heart hammering. Stupid. Stupid. It’s not my fault! I can feel tears starting at the corner of my eyes and I rub at them to try to keep them away. My face feels hot to the touch. I turn my head away from the other cubicles to stare at the palm of my hands. Why the hell am I crying? I’m fine. I was happy. I… a tear squeezes out to fall on my hand. I can almost feel my breath hitching, threatening an actual crying fit. I’m breathing fast and shallow and another tear creeps out, rolls across my flushed cheeks and falls. What’s wrong with me? Ed’s an asshole but that wasn’t a big deal. I just… I squeeze my eyes shut and feel the tears leak out. I can’t catch my breath properly. I haven’t cried since my dog died when I was a kid. Not a full blown cry like this.

It takes five minutes before my breathing is back to normal. My face is still warm and my eyes are watery but I don’t feel like I’m about to have a crying fit over some stupid little-! Argh! I can feel it starting again just at the thought of Ed and his problem. No. No, no. More deep breaths. Slowly. How stupid is this? I know it’s not my fault. There’s no way this should upset me like that. I want to go home. I don’t want anyone to look at me. I just want to be home under covers. In the dark. Goddammit. I can feel my throat hurting from needing to cry but I shove it down yet again.

My computer’s clock lists the time at a little past 11 – nearly lunch time. I clear my throat a few times until I’m sure I’m okay. I sniff once, yell at myself mentally and then blow my nose. I still feel like crying. I hate this. I hate this feeling. I need a vacation. I knew there would be a breaking point from the stress of dealing with assholes at work but this is too Ataşehir Manken Escort much. I look stupidly at the form in front of me, trying to will myself to work. Trying to make the thing make sense.

I don’t jump at the voice this time but it takes a second to recognize someone is talking to me. “Are you all right?” The voice asks. I nod my head, cough a little and rub at my eyes.

“Allergies.” I say. My voice is hoarse and it hurts to talk. I rub at my throat a bit but it doesn’t make it feel better. “What’s up, Sarah?”

“I just emailed you some forms for a new customer and I need them all approved in an hour. I can have their references in ten minutes but it’s a new place and they’re big and promising some nice orders if we hustle.” Sarah is one of them. One of the bitchy ladies. You can tell it by the bitch creases at the corner of her eyes and by the way she opens her mouth and the bitchiness just rolls off her tongue. Snap to it. I’m more important than anything else, etc… etc…

I’m growling deep in my throat because it seems to help a little. Like a little massage. A simple little ‘rrrrrrrrr’ sound that’s very quiet. I think. Sarah doesn’t seem to notice. I can feel the stress starting up again. I hate it. “I can’t. I have three other things Ed needs right now. Anyway. did the GM sign off on it since it’s a rush job?”

What was it? What finally does it? The way she grimaces? Or the way she rolls her eyes? Simply the way she talks? Her tone? The heavy, over-dramatic sigh? She starts to talk but I don’t let her. I can feel this sudden anger. My whole body flushes with heat and I just feel a sudden rage. Face still hot and the tears threatening to come back, I feel mad. My voice is scratchy and I’m probably crying but I don’t give a flying fuck. Words just start pouring out of my mouth. Louder and louder. “Stop. Don’t say anything, Sarah. Don’t say another word. I’m tired of the shit. Tired of you coming over here and giving me attitude that I don’t deserved. D…” My voice stumbles and squeaks, changing pitch for a moment. “Don’t come over here giving me bullshit just because I’m doing my job and making sure we don’t get fucked. JESUS!” I stomp my foot and I can feel my hands trembling at my sides. I’m so damn angry and tired right now. And, yes, I can feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks. My chin would probably be trembling if I weren’t clamping my jaw so tight.

Sarah is astounded. Her mouth is open and her eyes are wide in shock. Is this what I looked like yesterday at the department store? She tries to talk for a moment and I stare back, as hard as I can. My mouth is a thin slit of anger. Everyone is pointedly not looking our way but still listening really hard. “I… I…” And then she walks away. She just turns and leaves. I stare at her back until she’s out of sight.

The men’s bathroom is only ten feet away. I’m there in seconds, locking the door behind me. It’s a small one person bathroom so I thankfully have the whole thing to myself. I collapse onto the toilet with my arms wrapped around my chest, crying as quietly as I can. It’s a hard cry. I probably look like a fool with snot and tears running. I taking great gulps of air with each sob. I can’t seem to stop it happening. The weird thing is that, mentally I don’t exactly feel like I should be crying. Logically, I know I’m fine. I just can’t stop it.

And then I’m laughing. And crying. Quietly. No, I don’t know why I’m laughing, either. I just ride it out. I decide if I can’t control my own emotions then I’m just going to mentally sit back and let it happen. Now I notice my pants are actually digging into my sides a bit – definitely tighter than I thought they were. It’s making it harder for me to catch my breath. I’d do something about it if I could stop crying. And by degrees, I calm down. Slowly. From quiet gulps of air to hiccups to sniffling and little bits of fragmented laughter. My stomach is in knots and my head is pounding.

Toilet paper doesn’t make good for good tissue paper but it’s better than nothing and I go through half of a roll cleaning off all the snot and tears. My face hurts. From all the crying. Just aches from my jaw to the sides of my face and up. I toss the toilet paper in the trash and go to the mirror to survey the damage. My eyes are all red. Naturally. Something else is off but my head hur… What the fuck? I stare. I stand up straight and stare with my hands on the edge of the cold ceramic sink.

Nipples. The silk shirt I’m wearing is a fairly simple medium-sized red short-sleeve design. No pockets or anything like that. I don’t like pockets on my shirts. My nipples are pressed against the shirt and they’re very obviously there. And large. Like a woman’s nipples. Now that I see them, I can feel them against the shirt. I bite my bottom lip at the feeling of how they glide against the fabric. It’s sensuous and I can feel the throbbing in my pants from both the feeling of it and simply seeing them pressing against the shirt. As if hypnotized, my hands go to the buttons of my shirt and undo Ataşehir Masöz Escort them. Slowly, I pull the shirt open.

Fat dark brown nipples. I can feel the air moving against them. The aureole is way larger, slightly puffy looking and also a darker brown color. My chest is flat. Well, no, that’s wrong. Let me rephrase – I used to have almost man-boobs. When I lost the fat yesterday, I had some semblance of pectorals. Not quite but still there. Except not any more.

I have budding breasts under the nipples. Barely anything but I can see the swell. A little girl’s breasts. I grimace at that thought but I’m not a little girl. And the nipples are certainly not something that belong on a child – I’ve seen grown women with smaller ones. My hand reaches for one of them but stop just an inch away. My heart is pounding and the hand near the nipple is shaking slightly. I lean into the mirror to see better and then touch the nipple. The jolt is immediate and I bite my lip again, moaning slightly. The skin around the nipple shrivels slightly as if gathering up and I can feel a slight pull as the nipple hardens.

I can’t help it. I push harder against the nipple, rolling it around. My head goes back – the feeling is intense. I can’t hold back the “Ohhhh godddd” moan that escapes my lips. My breast is small but soft and I feel the softness against my fingers as I push the nipple in and around. The shock of the feeling goes straight to my feet by way of my balls. Way worse than what I experienced in the shower this morning. And by worse I mean “Holy Jesus Fuck that feels amazing.” My hand automatically cups the small breast while I pinch and roll the nipple with my fingers. It’s different being the lady rather than the man in this position but it works. I can barely stay standing. My legs keep wanting to buckle and it’s hard to concentrate on anything other than this delicious itching/tickling/electrical thing that’s going on in my body. My nerves are alive with it and I can feel the pressure building for me to cum.

It’s hard to stop but I do. After double-checking the lock on the door, I make my way back to the toilet. My shirt comes off and goes on the little hook nearby. I unbutton my pants and have to struggle to get them off of my hips – they’re wider now. I can see the difference because they flare out slightly. I run my hands from my sides down to the hips and I think I could just stand there touching myself like this for hours. My whole body is smooth and sensitive to the touch. And I have an ass now – it bubbles out slightly and is nearly as soft as my tit feels. I knead the flesh of my ass cheeks and moan again, louder this time. Pulling and kneading and massaging… my balls are aching from all this torture. I need to cum badly. When I sit on the toilet seat, I can feel the way my ass squishes slightly. And then, I notice my dick. It’s smaller. Completely hard but maybe four or five inches instead of the seven inches it should be. I should be scared but I’m not. At all.

My left hand goes to my left tit. It’s bigger now. Slightly bigger. I massage the breast over and over, twisting my feet at the feeling. My right hand automatically goes between my thigh and balls again, rubbing and kneading the flesh there. My thighs are thicker than before but I don’t especially notice. What I do notice is that I’m very sensitive in the spot my right hand is playing with. It’s an interesting counter-point to the way my nipple feels. A localized thrum of pleasurable pressure right to my balls versus this jagged bolt from my nipple. I’m moaning and twisting my feet, rubbing my crotch while pinching and rolling my nipple. Moaning and gasping and mewling, my voice changing slightly, pitching higher. I subconsciously notice the dull pain in my throat for a moment before it goes away. My dick is throbbing with each heartbeat. I should’ve cum already but it’s taking longer and I don’t really care.

A very feminine “Haaahnnnn!” sound comes from my mouth over and over while I play with myself. I can’t… I can’t… can’t think… too much… too much pressure, too many sensations, like my brain is a live wire humming with electricity. The orgasm hits me like a sledgehammer and I have to bite my lip painfully to keep from screaming out loud. I muffle it and taste blood as I bite deeper. My hands fly out, left hand hitting the wall as I shake from the waves of pleasure. This fiery wave of pressure releasing throughout my whole body. I can feel my dick spasming but I can’t keep my eyes open. They’re fluttering as I gasp out muffled screams and my feet drum the floor.

Finally, I collapse into myself, hunched over. I can smell my cum. My brain buzzes at the remembered taste and I can feel the saliva working in my mouth, like a dog trained to drool at the ding of a bell. I want to taste it but I can’t move. I’m holding myself tight and still shaking a little from the orgasm. I grip tighter and lean into myself more but that’s a mistake – my nipples rub against my legs and then FUCK! FUCK! I scream out loud this time because I wasn’t expecting it. As a man, I cum once and I’m done for a while and there’s no screaming. A grunt, maybe? Not… not this… Jesus! I’m shaking again. Why’s it… why’s it so much? Why…? Fuck. Every nerve in my body is alive and I’m still moaning. My right leg starts jumping with a weird nervous tic and I can’t make it stop.

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I had his keys and wouldn’t let him leave. I teased him, dangling the keys at arms length, playfully switching hands. He kept reaching and lunging for them. He grabbed my arm and moved behind me to try and pry them from my hand, but I held them close to my stomach, wiggling, trying to escape his tight embrace. He kept groping for his keys, tickling me, while I giggled uncontrollably.

“I’ve got to get going,” he said in a voice that was not nearly as annoyed as he was teasing to be. He was clearly enjoying the flirtation and bent me over the bed. He kept grabbing for the keys, enjoying the flirtation. I bent forward, trying to defend myself from the tickling and fell face first onto the bed. He’s still grabbing just below my stomach and then he was on top of me. My feet dangled to the floor, but he had a secure footing.

I could feel hardness through his jeans against me. Feeling his penis rubbing my rear had me weakening a bit, but I held tight to the keys. While groping for them, he grabbed my breasts more often than my hands.

“Give me those,” he whispered lustfully in my ear. I was breathing more heavily now and still smiling, enjoying our game. He massaged my breast deliberately now and rubbed his erection against my ass rhythmically, with long Bostancı Öğrenci Escort strokes and wanton pressure.

“Mmmm”, I let out a sigh, letting him know how much I wanted more. I didn’t clench my arms as tightly, giving him easier access under my shirt. He pulled down my bra on the left side and pinched my nipple hard, rolling it between his finger and thumb. He kissed the back of my neck, his breathing heavy and warm against my hair, so near my skin. His right hand lifted my T-shirt up to stroke up and down the middle of my back. Then moved that hand up to my other breast, lowered the bra and massaged my other breast like bread dough he couldn’t wait to let rise and eat. I was beginning to sweat gently between my breasts, but chills were running up my spine. He had my arms pinned by the tight straps just off my shoulders and held them there. I still clutched his keys next to my stomach. No longer did I have a devlish, inviting grin, but I was relaxed, smiling, with my lips gently parted, my breaths coming slow and deep.

I moved my hips against his bulge and he moaned in reply. His hands moved with conviction, down to unbutton my jeans, pulling them past my hips and pushing them to my ankles. His hands stroked my hips and Bostancı Çıtır Escort ass together as they had been stroking my breasts. He kneeled down to kiss my cheeks and glide his tongue between my legs. He pulled my thighs apart and buried his face in my wet pussy. My lips were swollen and I inhaled deeply as his tongue worked over my labia and further back to my clitoris. He found my sweet spot and I gasped for air. I rubbed back against his face, making him sticky with my cream. His hands spread apart my cheeks and he licked me ravenously.

“Oh, yes, ” I whispered, with little staccato breaths as a first wave of orgasm hit. I heard him unzip his jeans and the fabric sliding down his legs. He was hard as a rock, I could feel his skin pulsing as he glided his thick meat between my legs to lubricate him. My hips lifted. He teased me with only his tip, making short moves into my vagina. I wanted him to lunge, to fuck me hard, but he liked it when I begged. I whimpered for more and he went just a little bit deeper.

“Oh honey, more. More please,” I begged. He leaned forward to reach under me for my breasts, with one deep groan he lunged deep inside me. I held my breath, and even though I was so wet, and each time I think I’m wide open Bostancı Elit Escort for him his thickness is a pleasant surprise. He opens me further and goes even deeper. Pushing into me, panting, I find my voice again and my groans are louder, rising with each thrust.

He was panting like an animal in my ear. I nearly screamed, “My ass, fuck my ass!” He loves being offered my tight place. Dripping wet, he removes himself and rubs his shaft along my line. He reaches down and with his finger starts rounding my hole, and starts penetrating it. He enters a second finger and opens me wider. When his hand moves over to my hip I know my treat is coming. His tip moves in slowly. He’s always slow and deliberate during anal sex. He loves it too much for me not to enjoy it, even though he’d love to be rougher. He glides deep inside me. I try to spread my legs a little wider. When he pulls out it hurts a little, I like him to stay in farther, but when he slides forward again it’s ecstasy. He stays further in, moving back and forth, easy, gently.

“Oh God!” he cringes as his penis starts throbbing inside me. I knew he wouldn’t last long with my vagina so wet and my ass so tight. With one last gasp for air I hold my breath as he tears out of me and explodes all over my back. His fingers tighten on my body. His hips writhe against me and at the feeling of the thick, wet cum I whimper my enjoyment.

He lies there on top, both panting, and I start giggling. He asks in my ear “What’s so funny?” I can tell he’s smiling.

“You still can’t have your keys back.”

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My journey begins as some do, with an accident. My mother had taken a nasty fall at her home. It had flooded due to a busted pipe and slipped while cleaning it up. I was living in another town a few hours away when I got a call about what happened, in which I dropped everything and drove expecting the worse. I was an only child and my father had split when I was very young, so I am very close to my mom. I was getting updates on her condition while I drove the 4 hour trip to my home town by her secretary and close friend, Diane. She informed me that my mom was at the hospital and they were admitting her to stay.

I arrived at the hospital and immediately went to her room. My mom was up and awake with only and busted leg that was wrapped in a cast. After our long hug and greetings, she laughed about the situation and told me it was only a broken leg and thought the whole event was funny. I told her how Diane had made it seem like a life and death ordeal and how it scared me to think the worse; and that I had dropped everything and drove without even packing for a stay.

As we sat and caught up on our lives, Diane walked in told us that it was raining outside and was to be a bad storm. I jumped up and looked out the hospital window to see a near sidewise rain with high winds. My mother saw it as well as I drew the curtains open for all to see. She said that I shouldn’t drive back in that kind of weather. As I didn’t know the condition of my mother before I arrived, I had phoned my boss and said that needed a week off to assess my mother’s condition. My mother thought it was an excessive amount of time to take off work when she only had a broken leg. I had no idea what to expect when I arrived and thought the time off would be sufficient in case the situation was as bad as Diane had made it out to be. We all laughed at each other and the predicament we were now all in. My mother figured that sense I had a week off, I could spend it with her and in my home town. It would be like a small vacation, except I had to visit my mom in the hospital until she could leave.

I now needed a place to stay, and sense my mother’s house was flooded and all my old friends had long sense moved away, my mother thought it would be a good idea if a stayed with Diane. She was at least twenty years my senior and a very kept proper woman. She was very classy and very organized and handled most my mother’s matters for her. My mom was a very successful business woman and Diane was her right hand lady. Diane did not argue with my mother on her suggestion of me staying with her. My mother added that I had to be on my best behavior and do whatever Diane asked while I was in her home.

After we all said our good-byes, I rode with Diane to her house as it was foolish to drive two cars in bad weather. We stopped for some fast food before we reached her home which was a small but classy townhouse. We ran to the front door and to the covered doorway from the rain. Diane fiddled with her keys in the safety of the covered doorway as I stood behind her getting rained on. It seemed too dark for her to see the keys and I seemed to be getting drenched while she fussed to open the door. After she finally unlocked and opened the door, we rushed inside. Diane saw I was now soaked to the bone and told me to stand there while she got some towels and told me to take off my shoes and strip to my underwear. Hearing my mother’s voice in my head, I didn’t argue with Diane and embraced her help to get dry and warm. She hurried back with some towels and a terry cloth robe. She wrapped me in the robe and helped dry my long grungy hair. I stood and shivered as she dried me off. She then suggested that I take a hot bath, while she made a fire and prepared some food. I only then took notice to the fact that I had no clothes and brought nothing with me to wear. Diane told me not to worry about it, and that even though she was a few inches taller than me and thicker than my frail form, she should have something for me to wear after I returned from the bath. The clothes I had worn were now soaked and would have to be cleaned at the laundry mat in the morning.

As I entered the very feminine bathroom, Diane gave me a plastic bag to put my remaining soaked underwear in and that I was free to use any of her toiletries. While I bathed she would find me something to wear. I found all kinds of feminine smelling soaps, lotions, shampoos, hair products, make-up, nail polishes and so on. I didn’t dare want to use anything I didn’t need, and all I needed was to wash my body and hair. I found myself scared to touch anything in that I was in a strange woman’s house and I was looking at all her personal hygiene products. Diane ran me a nice bath adding some bubbles and lotions to it saying it would help me relax and warm up. She then helped me put my hair in a shower cap telling me to bath first, remove the water then shower to wash my hair. I felt funny as I stood with all my long hair in a shower cap and wearing a pink terry cloth robe.

After she left the bathroom, I stripped, put my wet underwear in the plastic bag, hung up the robe behind the door and stepped into the very hot water. It took me a while to get use to, Kadıköy Ukraynalı Escort but when I did, a sat with the water coming up to my collar bone as I soaked. The water was so warm, smelled amazing and had a slight tingle to it.

I must have sat for so long that Diane knocked on the door to check on me. She said I had been in there for almost 45 minutes and my food was getting cold. I must have passed out for a little bit because the bath water was also cold. I then got up, pulled the plunger on the tub to release the water and started the shower head. As I got up a noticed hair floating in the water which I couldn’t explain until I began showering and saw all my body hair being washed off. I stood there as I was now as smooth as an Olympic swimmer. I took off the shower cap to wash my hair and then washed my body off with flowery soap. After I cleaned out the tub and turned the water off, I stepped out and found more towels to dry off with. I examined my skin as it was now hairless. I now also smelled like the perfume department at Macy’s. I dried off and put on the robe again and brushed out my hair which seemed to be very soft tangle free.

I opened the door and found Diane sitting in the living room next to the fireplace. She asked me how I felt and if I was hungry. I told her I was fine and that I could eat a horse. I then went on to ask about why the bath water made my body hair fall out. She gasped and remarked that she had forgotten that one of the bath lotions was a depilatory hair remover and that she was so sorry. She was so use to making the same bath water for herself that she didn’t remember what she even put in it anymore. She told me that my skin looked great and I smelled wonderful. I simply blushed and thanked her for her compliment. She then led me into her bedroom where she said she had found something for me to wear to bed. As she got the clothes, she handed me a bottle of lotion and said that I should put it on all over seeing that the depilatory might burn later and the lotion came with it to soothe the skin after the hair removal. I was so mad that I was now hairless but the burning comment scared me to put the lotion on my legs, arms and torso which felt so good on my now smooth skin. Diane sat some things on her bed and told me to put them on while she re-heated my food and that the terry cloth robe was too wet and laid out another robe.

I examined the clothing she left out for me to wear. On the bed was a burgundy satin and lace robe with matching nightgown and panties. I tried to object on wearing the attire and asked for something else. Diane remarked sternly that she did not make it a hobby to keep men’s clothing around and that I was in a woman’s house and that she had women’s clothes, and if I didn’t like I could put on my wet clothes and leave. I could tell she was offended and to quiet the situation, I looked at the ground and remarked that I was sorry to offend her and that I was very thankful for her hospitality and her. As she calmed down, she accepted my apology and warned me to not disobey her in her home again or she would tell my mother, after which she told me to get dressed and be a good “girl” and meet her in the living room to eat. I brushed off the girl comment as a joke and walked to my new attire in horror and shame. I first stripped off my robe and towels and adorned the panties first. I picked them up to feel the fabric and finger the lace edgings which seemed to fascinate me yet immortalize me, it felt like entrapment. I slipped them up my hairless legs and snapped them in place around my waist, hiding my shriveled, pathetic, feminized crotch. The feeling was overwhelming and humiliating at the same time.

I felt overpowered and in Diane’s control while in her clothes, like she was confining me to satin and lace. I then put on the night gown and shrieked as the cold satin dropped over and caressed my skin, which Diane had to of heard. I then covered myself in the robe to complete the set and outfit and saw on the floor a pair of black low heeled sandals. I figured they were left out for me to wear as well and didn’t want to further upset Diane by defiling her again. I felt so ashamed and submissive in my nightwear. The robe had a fur edging around the bottom and around the cuffs. All I wanted to do was go eat, go to sleep and get my clothes cleaned and forget this entire night and go home.

Diane was sitting on the couch watching a movie when I came in. she gasped yet again and put her hands to her mouth and then said that I looked fabulous, a natural beauty. I blushed a deep red at her comment, in which she went on to ask why I had shrieked so loud in her room. I told her about the nightgown and how it was cold along my hairless skin. Diane busted out laughing saying that a screamed like a girl. I now couldn’t stop blushing. She pulled me over to the couch and I sat with her as I ate my food and watched her chick flick movie. As we sat, she brushed out me hair and put it into a scrunchy. Diane remarked on the shoes I was wearing and that she didn’t leave them out for me but I was welcome to them and that I looked amazing in them. That sent me to a new level of embarrassment, Kadıköy Üniversiteli Escort and I continued to stare at the floor and at my feminized feet. Diane reached up and pinched my cheeks saying how rosy they were when I blushed. After her teasing me, I asked where I was sleeping, in which I was shocked to hear I would be sleeping with her. That took me off guard but I thought how nice it would be to sleep in the same bed as a beautiful older woman. She said that she thought it would be kind of nice and warmer for both of us, and that is was just “us girls.” I admit I was excited to sleep in bed with an older woman but also very nervous.

Diane went into her room to change and get ready for bed as I cleaned up my mess and put my dishes in the sink. I somehow got sucked into the girly movie she was watching while she was changing. I could smell something weird and looked around for the cause of the smell; I had noticed it when I came out of the bathroom. I found a deep red bottle of nail polish on the coffee table and opened it to see if it was where the smell was coming from. Indeed it was the cause; it had such a strong odor. Just as I was screwing the cap back on, Diane came back and surprised me by saying, “Ah ha, caught you!” She began laughing at how high I jumped and she said that she had just wanted to scare me. She then asked me what I was doing with her nail polish and if I wanted some. I told her that I was just checking on what the smell was in the room and that it was coming from the bottle. She again laughed and told me that while I was the bath, she was touching up her nail polished fingers and toes. She then sat down next to me while taking the bottle from me and told me to give her my hand. Diane said that I would also look good with a little color and that it would match my outfit, this plunged me into shame once again and I didn’t even argue with her in fear of making her angry again.

We sat and watched the movie as she proceeded to paint all my finger nails and then went on to my toe nails as well. While she feminized my hands and feet, I took notice of what she had changed into. Diane was now wearing an outfit similar to mine except that it was all red satin. Her busty breast had been shaped into cleavage and I could smell the same lotion and perfume on her as I was wearing. She had also put her hair into a high ponytail making her look very strong and superior. After my nails were done, Diane told me stay there and not move, and I had better not mess up my nails. She returned with a small bag and began putting make-up on my face. When I tried to ask what she was doing she said “Shhhhhh” and continued to work on me. I didn’t dare stop her as I didn’t want to anger her by messing up my nails, make-up and defying her again. Diane put a light foundation, pink eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, and a pink lip gloss. After she was done, she laid my head in her lap and plucked my eye brows. It hurt so bad, but every time I wanted her to stop she told me to be a big girl and tough it out. She went on to say that men had no idea what women went through to look beautiful and that I was getting a crash course. She thought that I had the body and the face for it and that I should think of the experience as my first girly sleepover. After she finished my eye brows, she powdered the area around them that were red and filled in my brows with a pencil to bring them out more. Diane handed me a small compact with a mirror and I was utterly stunned. I looked like my mom but 20 years younger. Diane said that a lady should always look her best, even for the sand man.

We powered everything off and went to her room to go to sleep. Diane helped me out of my robe and into bed. She did the same by taking off her robe and getting into bed next to me. As we turned to lights off, she told me to cuddle up to her, in which I laid my head on her chest as we held each other. I felt kind of weird but also very comfortable, and with the day I had had I was very sleepy. I felt Diane kiss the top of my head and said “Good night sweaty,” and I replied a good night to her as well. As I laid there smelling her sweat aroma, she ran her fingers through my hair, caressed my face and told me how beautiful I looked in her arms. I told Diane that I thought that she was very beautiful too and that she felt good in my arms. Then it really got weird, she kissed me. Not like a light little kiss but with her tongue in my mouth and very forceful. I immediately got turned on as she held me very tightly as we made out. I then felt one of her hands begin to stroke my penis through the satin panties. I have never felt anything that erotic and good before. She then grabbed my hand and made me squeeze her breast. It was so big and felt so good with her satin nightgown. I heard her moan as I squeezed her breast and played with her nipples. I was also moaning as she played with my privates through my satin panties.

Diane then pushed me down and got on top while rubbing her pussy on my shaft, dry humping me with our panties still on. I was now playing with both of her breast while she squeezed my nipples through my nightgown. The entire time she was telling me things Kadıköy Vip Escort like “doesn’t it feel good to be a girl with a woman,” or “I’m going to show you things you’ve never heard about my little bitch.” Normally all these things would have shocked me but I was so turned on I didn’t care what she said as long as she didn’t stop molesting me. Diane then got up and pulled my panties down and off of me then stuffed them in my mouth. She said that she didn’t want to hear me scream at what I was about to do next. She crept down and I watched as she stuck my entire penis in her mouth, and proceeded to blow me like her life depended on it. I tried to scream as it felt incredible through my gag but only muffled cries were heard. It didn’t take long before I orgasmed in her mouth and watched her swallow it down. I was still as hard as a rock to which Diane took her panties off and mounted my throbbing member. I was so desensitized now for the blow job that it was now her time to get off. I watched as she bucked and rode me like a carnival ride. She screamed and moaned, and after a while I had feeling again and I joined her in the noise making. We had to have been so loud that the neighbors could hear us. After about an hour fuck fest, we simultaneously had the best orgasm of both our lives and clasped onto each other, panting and moaning. Diane held me in her arms as I shook from such a hard orgasm, covered us up in her blankets and comforted me until we fell asleep, a wet sticky mess.

The next morning I awoke to the shower running and hear Diane moving about in the bathroom. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and noticed the time, we had slept all day and it was now noon. Her bed was so warm and soft that I didn’t want to get up. Diane emerged from the bath room with a towel around her body and another wrapped around her head. She told me in such a warm tone to get my lazy pretty ass up and take a shower while the water is still warm. I jumped up and noticed what I was wearing, confirming everything that had happened the night before. My nightgown was sticking to me and my reflection in Diane’s vanity mirror showed my make-up smeared all over my face. I was told to shower and give my body a once over with a razor and that I better smell nice when I get out. She said that if I can make myself pretty for her again that there could be a repeat of the prior evening. I totally wanted to have sex with her again and would do anything I could to do it.

I stood in the shower making sure to remove all the make-up and cum from the wild sex, shaved my entire body, washed in her sweat smelling soap and washed my hair with her shampoo and conditioner. When I got out, I towel dried and smeared the perfumed lotion all over my body. I worried that on goers would notice the smell if we went anywhere and began to fear what was happening to me. I walked out of the bathroom in the pink robe again and found some clothes on the bed. Diane appeared from her closet and told me to get dressed in what she said was her most masculine outfit. I dressed in white satin panties with lace edgings, matching camisole, tight black pants, and a white v-neck cashmere sweater. The pants were so tight that my penis seemed to be pushed further between my legs and made my ass stick out. The sweater was so feminine but comfortable. I saw Diane wearing her normal attire; black business suit with skirt, heals, stockings, camisole, blazer, hair in a high ponytail, jewelry, and perfect make-up. I remarked on her beauty with a “wow” in which she replied, “A woman must always look her best … Rachel.” Rachel? Why was she calling me Rachel? My name is Randy. She said that it would be our little secret. She then went to work on my hair, styling, primping and sniped a few “split ends.” As she worked on my hair she told me to put on the knee high black stockings and flat Mary Jane shoes. She said the stocking would be more comfortable than socks with those shoes and that that was all she had that would fit me.

Everything felt nice but I was worried that I was being dressed too girly and that I just wanted my clothes washed and to go back to normal. I didn’t dare tell her that though, she looked so in power and in control and I knew how strong she was by how forceful she was the night before. As if reading my mind, she said that we will have to go wash my clothes later but we had to run some errands and that we had to see my mom in hospital.

As I thought we were done, Diane said how haggard my face looked, that I didn’t sleep well and that she might have been a little too rough with me in bed. She went on to recommend a little make-up to hide my crow’s feet, flushed skin and tired eyes. I tried to argue on this but she said to trust her and that it would turn her on a little. Excited by her wanting me again, I let her work her magic on my face telling her to be subtle. She sat me at her vanity and began my transformation. I watch as my face was once again feminized to somewhat match hers in a professional female appearance; it was not subtle at all. She gasped at the final product telling me how pretty I was and how wet she was getting. She then had an idea and told me to sit still. She pulled out my little studs from my already pierced ears and put in some pearl studs, followed by a pearl necklace, matching bracelet and a small gold watch. As I tried to protest on the female jewelry, she reached up and rubbed me between my legs telling me how I want to look beautiful for her and my injured mother in the hospital.

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