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Chapter 1.

Peter enjoyed the relationship he had with his wife enormously. From the very outset she had taken the lead, and he was only too happy to follow. It was Fiona who started to chat him up when they first met at a friend’s wedding, Fiona who asked him out on their on a date and Fiona who eventually proposed marriage.

Fiona was the main breadwinner, organized their social life and gave Peter instructions on almost every aspect of their domestic life together. But to their friends and family it didn’t appear that way at all. They were always very relaxed in each other’s company, were superb hosts and gave the impression that they were, no more than that, they were actually very much in love.

They lived comfortably in the suburbs, both commuting to work each morning and applying themselves diligently to their careers.

This had been going on for nearly a year after their marriage when the relationship began to change, at first in a very subtle way, and it all started in the bedroom……

“Peter, would you be a darling and bring a glass of water up with you when you come to bed, and don’t be too long.”

Fiona was ready for bed, and stretching her arms above her head she reluctantly lifted her feet from Peter’s lap and climbed off the sofa.” Peter had been massaging her toes through her stockinged feet for most of the evening as they half watched some French film with sub-titles on the television, which neither of them really enjoyed.

“I’m coming now too, Fi.’

Peter slapped the top of his thighs with his hands and stood up, pointing the remote at the television like a gun and turned the French off without a second thought.

“Au Revoir losers.”

Their relationship was still very fresh, and they both looked forward to bed, making love nearly every night, usually in quite a vanilla way.

Peter climbed into bed and cuddled up to his wife, smelling her minty breath and playfully kissing the tip of her nose.

“Naught, naughty. Peter has disobeyed me. No sex for you tonight.”

Fiona smiled at her husband, kissing him passionately and guiding his fingers down between her legs. She gasped as Peter skillfully and softly caressed her in the familiar way that they had nurtured together. They just knew how to please each other, using familiar techniques that always made them climax. Fiona rubbed against his fingers, running her hands through his long black hair, biting his top lip and rolling him onto his back. She just loved being on top, and would sometimes fantasize that she was the one doing the thrusting, but she vowed that she could never ever reveal that fantasy, even to Peter.

Peter started to move his hips, rubbing his erect penis against Fiona’s stomach as he continued to ease his soaking fingers in and out of his very excited wife.

“No Peter, I said no and I meant it.”

Fiona lifted herself up onto her knees and away from Peter’s phallus, and grabbing hold of the headboard she pulled herself up over his face.

“Put your hands behind your head Peter, right now.”

Peter was enjoying this little game and locked his still wet fingers together behind his head as Fiona slowly lowered herself down onto his face.

“Now make me cum Peter. Concentrate solely on my pleasure.”

Peter looked up at the curls, the wet fullness of Fiona’s lust and closed his eyes as the musty sensations descended on his nose and tongue. Fiona started slowly, grinding her hips back and forth over Peter’s face, feeling his tongue searching hungrily inside her. She began to press harder, sitting down and clamping her knees down hard on Peter’s elbows.

“Come on boy, work for Mummy.”

Her voice was thick with lust, and Peter could tell that she was expecting his tongue to find the spot and do it’s job properly. He gasped for breath, feeling his cheeks redden as the top of Fiona’s thighs rubbed hard against his face, clamping him in position. After an age she rose up, giving him a chance to gasp in a breath, before she pressed back down again, this time faster and harder, her head back, bucking her hips, riding him like a saddle, oblivious to his comfort or needs.

Then a rising scream, faster and faster, two, three final pushes, a half smile as the rising flutter between her legs flowed upwards and took over her whole body. She fell back onto her hands, losing control momentarily as the juices flooded out and she climaxed joyously into Peter’s open mouth.

After a moment she felt Peter’s head start to wriggle free.

“Don’t you dare move. Not one inch Peter.”

Peter was startled at the severity of Fiona’s tone. Usually when she climaxed she would curl up to him in a loving embrace and after a few moments it would be his turn. Despite his jaw aching his penis had hardened, in a Pavlovian response to the exquisite anticipation of entering his beloved Fi.

“I have not finished with you yet, Peter.”

This time her voice was more kindly. She pushed herself up with her hands, and looked down on him, their eyes meeting. Kartal Anal Escort She continued to clamp his face, sitting down hard to keep his mouth open.

“I have a gift for you, as you made Mummy’s cummy so nice.”

Peter wondered if she would take his penis into his mouth. This had happened a few times early in their courtship, and it had been quite lovely. His cock hardened even more at the thought, and he felt a rush of adrenalin. But then it came. At first he was not aware what was happening. He felt a salty taste in him mouth, something warm. But soon it filled the space and he felt himself swallowing, automatically. Then again. He realised then what was happening, but there was absolutely nothing he could do. As he struggled Fiona clamped tighter around his head.

“You are not being ungrateful, are you Peter?” Fiona said slowly.

“Be a good boy now, swallow for Mummy.”

Peter had to concentrate. Fiona carefully controlled her releases, ensuring that he swallowed each mouthful before she continued. She wanted to ensure that every drop was consumed. Every drop. As she looked down she could see her husband’s eyes looking up at her. She was completely dominating him and it was really really turning her on.

At last she finished, and she lifted herself momentarily from his face allowing him to breathe properly. His lips were wet, but he had completed his task entirely to Fiona’s satisfaction.

“Dry me Peter, there’s a good boy. “

Peter used the tip of his tongue searching out the tiny beads of dew on her hair, feeling the textures, taking in the sweet mix of aromas, worshipping his beautiful wife. She moved forward, impaling herself onto the tip of his nose, sliding backwards and forward, teasing him with all kinds of olfactory delights.

Finally, just as Peter started to explore further with his tongue, she lifted herself up, swinging her leg over his chest and snuggling back down into the bed, curling herself around his back.

Peter tried to turn and face her, but Fiona was having none of that.

“No Peter, you stay there, and go to sleep.”

“But Fi, aren’t we going to….”

“Peter you disobeyed me. As a consequence you are not going to have sex with me tonight, at least not on your terms. Now go to sleep, and we will talk about it more in the morning.”

“But, what do you mean I disobeyed you. What sort of language is that Fi?”

Peter sounded cross.

“Don’t get all huffy Peter, you know I don’t like it. You failed to bring me a glass of water as I asked you to. So the punishment is you will not have sex with me.”

“But that is ridic….”

“Stop it Peter. Right now. Go to sleep before I really get cross.”

Peter got out of bed, and Fiona heard him stomp into the bathroom, returning with a glass of water, which he banged down hard on the bedside table next to Fiona.

“There. Satisfied now. Is that obedient enough for you?”

Fiona sat up, turned on the bedside light, calmly took a sip and placed the glass back down on the table. She was really enjoying this, but just couldn’t quite understand why.

Peter sat on the bed next to her, and Fiona lovingly ran her hand down his back.

“Shhh, shhh, my love. Such a silly little outburst. Now come back to bed.”

As they snuggled up together again, Fiona pressed herself up against Peter’s back, curling her leg around his hip. Her fingertips tap tapped the top of his penis, and she could feel how hard it was. Peter gasped.

“Please Fi, can we.”

“No Peter, we cannot. Hush now and sleep.”

Eventually they both drifted off to sleep, but a light had been turned on inside Fiona’s head, and she liked what she could see. A lot.

Over breakfast the next morning Fiona ran her finger around the rim of her coffee cup and tilted her head to one side. She then looked up slowly at her husband as he scooped his cornflakes up and into his mouth.

Peter looked up and met her gaze.

“What?”

Peter spoke with his mouth full, a drop of milk running down his chin.

Fiona looked at him in silence for a moment, then stood up and walked into the hall. She went up close to the hall mirror, licked her index finger and made a minor adjustment to her mascara, before putting on her jacket and picking up a matching clasp bag. She looked every inch the powerful young executive. Impeccably dressed, vibrant, focused and in total control.

She stood in the doorway to the kitchen.

“Come and wave me off dear.”

Fiona crooked her finger and looked at him without smiling.

Peter hated this part of the day. It clearly made sense for his wife to work as she could earn four times as much as Peter, but did she have to insist on this ritual every morning. He felt like a housewife standing at the door, giving his wife a peck on the cheek and watching her drive off, leaving him to the dishes and the washing before he eventually got dressed and started writing.

In her heels Fiona was a little taller than Peter, Kartal Yaşlı Escort and as she left that morning she put a hand on his shoulder, and looked down on him slightly. She loved this part of her day.

“We will have a little talk tonight dear,” she said, patting the end of his nose with her finger. He looked at her, beautifully dressed and confident, whilst he, in stark contrast, stood in his pajamas, a pinny round his waist, holding his wife’s dirty breakfast bowl in his hand.

Then she left. Peter watched the car disappear behind the privet hedge and closed the door. He loved his wife, but somehow he sensed that something was missing, and he couldn’t quite think what it could be.

As Fiona drove through London, her painted fingernails drumming on the steering wheel, she knew exactly what was missing from their relationship and precisely what she intended to do about it.

As the day unfolded Fiona grew in confidence and felt sexier than ever. Peter shuffled around the house listlessly, the highlight of his day being the moment, on his knees in front of the washing machine, that he ejaculated into his wife’s dirty panties, before guiltily stuffing them in the wash and shutting the door.

Over dinner that evening Fiona poked and prodded at her pasta absentmindedly, occasionally looking out of the window and then at Peter. She watched as he shoveled the food onto his fork gorging on the thick, creamy goo in front of him. For the second time that day Fiona felt a little disappointed with her husband.

“Peter, I have been thinking about last night. I enjoyed myself.”

Her husband wiped his mouth with his napkin and looked up at her.

“Did you enjoy yourself Peter?”

Peter blushed. He always felt incredibly uncomfortable discussing sex and hoped that Fiona would change the subject, and quickly.

“It was ok. You seemed to enjoy it a lot, but I felt a bit frustrated in the end. How is the pasta honey?”

“The pasta is fine Peter, don’t change the subject. So, Peter, how do you feel today? Still frustrated, or did you wank into my panties again?”

Peter blushed scarlet with embarrassment and wriggled in his seat. Fiona smiled to herself, and with elbows on the table, lent forward, eyebrows raised, resting her chin on her locked hands.

“Hmmm? Still frustrated?”

Fiona emphasized the first syllable, drawing out the word seductively as she looked at her husband, arms folded, leaning back in his seat, aching with embarrassment. Peter pleaded with his eyes for this to stop, but Fiona was far to wet to stop now.

“Shall I take that as a no, or a yes Peter?” Fiona maintained her stare, unblinking, looking at her husband, awaiting his response with interest.

“It, it was ok on reflection, I mean, thinking about it today. I quite liked the control actually. Can we talk about something else?”

Fiona felt an extraordinary thrill inside. A heady mind-blowing rush of adrenalin. This was one of the most erotic moments in their marriage and she was determined to make it last as long as possible.

“That is good Peter. That is a very good answer. I want to explore this with you further tonight. Do you agree to do that for me?’

“You mean another night without sex?”

As Peter spoke the words he tried to sound disappointed, but his voice was thick with lust. The idea that his wife would control his sexual releases was turning him on madly.

“I am not sure. Shouldn’t we be, I mean, shouldn’t we just be a normal couple?’

Fiona smiled, pushing her plate towards her husband.

“Run along and do the washing-up, while I have a bath. Is that normal enough for you?”

Fiona stood up, deliberately dropped her napkin on the floor and left the room.

“Be upstairs in 40 minutes, and knock before you enter.”

Peter put his finger into his wife’s plate, and licked the creamy sauce. Something stirred deep within him and he went about his chores almost breathless with desire. Eventually he turned the hall light out and walked slowly upstairs. He knocked gingerly on the bedroom door and waited for a reply.

“Come in Peter.”

As he entered his wife sat at the dressing table in a delicate ivory negligee, touching up her lip-gloss. The room had a heady scent of expensive perfume and hairspray, an overwhelmingly fresh, feminine smell. Fiona picked up a silver atomizer and sprayed her neck and cleavage. She looked incredibly sexy.

She turned to Peter, uncrossing her legs, holding a large pink silk bag on her lap, with a large gold clasp. Peter had not seen it before. It was covered in silver sequins and pink beads.

“I want you take off your clothes Peter and come and stand in front of me”

Peter’s mouth went dry and he felt a lump in his throat. He looked again at the purse, and then up at Fiona’s smiling face as he took his clothes off and laid them on the chair. Then he stood in front of Fiona, hands clasped in front.

“Hands on your head Peter. I didn’t give you permission to touch Kartal Zenci Escort yourself, did I?”

Peter quickly placed his hands on his head.

“Now Peter, before we go to bed tonight I am going to give you a choice.”

Fiona opened the bag and took out a pair of steel handcuffs and then a strange contraption with a series of interlocking rings and a perforated steel tube at the end. Holding up each object in turn she spoke quietly.

“This, or this? You decide?”

Peter laughed nervously.

“But I don’t understand Fi, what are they for?”

Fiona looked at her husband for a moment.

“You can come to bed with your hands restrained behind your back, or you can come to bed with your penis restrained and your hands free. Either way is fine by me. The result is exactly the same. You give over control of your penis to me.”

As Fiona spoke those words they both felt themselves rise up onto a different level of consciousness. This was the moment that Fiona had been waiting for. Would Peter be willing or unwilling? Could this really work? Peter looked at the two objects again, and partly out of curiosity, and partly because he wanted to caress his wife, he pointed quickly at the rings, unable to speak.

“Good. You have made a decision. I am pleased. Now step forward, and close your eyes.”

Peter obliged, and felt a rush as Fiona barked at him to open his legs slightly. She weighed his testicles in her hand teasingly before snapping a ring into place above them. Peter could feel her delicate fingers pull his semi-erect penis through another ring and then felt the end being pushed into a long cold metal tube. He heard a click and then Fiona let go of the tube and the weight pulled his penis down. The cold metal caused his erection to subside. Two more clicks as the back of the tube was fixed to the ring around his testicles, pulling the tube down between his legs, unable to be lifted without painfully pulling on his sack.

“There, all tucked up nicely. Now we can have a lovely early night. Open your eyes now.”

Fiona stood up, gently bringing Peter’s hands down and led him to the bed. She couldn’t believe how turned on she felt. Peter couldn’t believe how excited he felt. Their first kiss was an incredible experience for both of them. Peter found himself in an almost trance like state as Fiona pulled him down gently on the bed and started to caress his neck and chest.

Peter felt incredibly turned on, but was unable to get an erection, and certainly there was absolutely no chance of an orgasm. Yet he was enjoying the evening far more than the previous evening, and particularly the loving and open caresses from his wife, which had slowly faded from their love making over the last few weeks.

Fiona never went anywhere near his penis or the device, concentrating instead on long erotic kisses and her own personal sexual pleasure. When Fiona eventually sat astride his chest there was no anxiety, no thighs clamped around his head. Fiona softly and lovingly rubbed her glistening pussy over his lips allowing her husband to put his hands around her slim waist and caress her buttocks.

Fiona took her time, and with Peter’s skillful tongue she brought herself to an explosive orgasm, throwing her head back and letting out an almost primeval scream. The juices poured down Peter’s throat and he lapped them up, feeling happier and more satisfied than he had for weeks. They both fell asleep in each other’s arms, Peter burying his head into his wife’s perfumed hair.

In the morning Peter leapt out of bed very early, took a quick shower and was shaved, dressed and preparing breakfast happily long before his wife appeared. Over breakfast they smiled at each other like newly weds, and when it came time for Fiona to leave for work he opened the front door and the car door for her, standing proudly in the street in his pinny waving until she disappeared over the horizon.

As he returned to the house Fiona drummed her painted nails on the steering wheel and plotted her next move. She felt wet and smiled wickedly to herself. This was going to be one almighty head rush.

Chapter 2.

The clocks moved forward and the lighter evenings started to herald in the first signs of summer. Peter looked out of the kitchen window wearing a pair of pink rubber gloves finishing off the dishes. His wife had given him an incredibly frilly yellow pinny which she insisted he wore ‘to brighten up the tedium of domesticity’ as she put it. At first he refused to wear it, but Fiona had a veritable armory of persuasive techniques at her disposal now, and they all stemmed from her control over her husband’s penis.

“Fiona, I have been thinking.”

Fiona looked up from her laptop and saw her husband’s back as he stared out of the window into the fading light in the garden.

“I am not sure that is wise, is it.” Fiona sounded playful and mischievous.

“No, seriously Fi. I mean, how long is this going to go on for?”

Fiona smiled.

“How long is what going to go on for Peter?’

“You know exactly what I mean?”

Peter turned round and looked at his wife, holding his wet hands up in the air. Fiona smiled at her husband, thrilled by the glorious clash of feminine colours, all pink rubber and yellow frills adorning her little maid man.

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She saw him sitting across the bar. He was alone, probably the only single guy in the bar, although the chances that he was actually single and not just looking for something extra-curricular seemed rather remote to her. Though not conventionally attractive, there was something about the dark eyes and the arch of his brows that attracted her attention, and would not let it go. In fact, she was so absorbed in the study of him that she was not aware her date had returned from the bathroom, or wherever he had been, until he spoke her name.

“Shell?”

Shelly’s concentration was shattered at once. She looked at her date–what was his name? Jake?–and frowned. “Hi, uh…where did you go?”

Jake–yeah, that was his name–chuckled at her, mistaking disorientation for nervousness or, worse, emptyheadedness. “I told you, I just had to run to the bathroom. Did you order me another drink?”

Shelly’s gaze returned almost unconsciously to the stranger across the bar. “Yeah, I…no. No, I forgot. Sorry, Jake.”

Jake rolled his eyes, and spent the next few minutes flagging down the bartender and ordering some sort of cocktail. Shelly found herself unable to care. The stranger was now observing her, the realization of which sent a thrill through her and left her both nervous and excited, like she might have felt on a first date with someone who was obviously out of her league. Then, as she watched, the stranger gave her a slow, quiet smile, then raised his glass to his lips and emptied it. He gave her a wink, then rose and left the bar.

Shelly felt irrationally disappointed. She couldn’t bring herself to really listen to whatever drivel her date was spewing at her–all she could think about were those dark eyes. She found she could not really recall any other features of this stranger, though she had the impression of a smaller figure. No, not small, and not thin–compact, perhaps. Well-built. Masculine, but not overly or unnecessarily so.

These thoughts drifted through her mind throughout the next half-hour or so, at which time Jake seemed to realize rather abruptly that his date was not the least bit interested in what he was saying, or his hand on her thigh, or in fact anything about him.

“Shelly? Are you feeling all right?” He struggled to keep the hurt out of his voice.

Shelly looked at him, alarmed and thinking quickly. “Oh, Jake, you know, I haven’t really been feeling very well the past couple of days. I didn’t want to say anything, though, because I didn’t want to have to cancel our date.”

She would never know whether Jake saw through her charade or not, although she suspected he did. His goodbye was stiff and unfriendly, and although he offered to walk her to her car, she knew it was only out of obligation. That was just as well–this was only a second date, and she had never really expected it to go anywhere anyway. She said goodnight and excused herself to go to the restroom before heading out to her own vehicle.

She was halfway down the long, sparsely-lit corridor leading to the ladies’ room when the stranger came suddenly from behind an alcove (what a terrible design, she thought vaguely) and pinned her up against the wall. One hand was on her hip, the other cradling her neck, his thumb resting against her skull in the little crevice just behind her earlobe. She remembered being distinctly aware that he was rubbing her there gently, almost tenderly.

“I saw you watching me,” he said softly, his lips inches from hers. She had expected an accent when she spoke, possibly eastern European, but there was none.

“You’re hard to miss,” she said, trying not to panic.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “Unless you want me to.”

She had been avoiding his gaze–she was too panicky–but at those words her eyes flicked up, startled, and met his. That slow smile crept again over his lips.

“I think you want to invite me back to your place,” he said then. “I think you would be more comfortable there.”

Shelly frowned. This was ridiculous. “Why would I–“

“Shh.” He placed a finger over her lips. Her hip ached where his hand had been. “I know you want to. Think about it.”

He released her, and then he was walking back down the hall toward the bar, and she was stumbling towards the bathroom, not drunk but aroused and confused and frightened and excited. She locked the door behind her and propped herself up on the sink to keep from collapsing.

She met her own eyes in the mirror, afraid of the eagerness she saw there.

“What are you doing?” she asked herself. And then she was out of the bathroom, and down the hallway, and she had met up with him before he was even able to sit back down at the bar.

“Let’s Pendik Fetiş Escort go,” she said, breathing hard.

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Shelly struggled a little, almost experimentally, and found herself quite unable to move. Her arms were spread (though not uncomfortably so) to either side, secured at the wrist with cuffs made of something that felt a bit like leather or PVC. These cuffs were affixed to her own headboard with similar-looking straps. Glancing down, she saw identical cuffs, if somewhat wider, wrapped around both her ankles and her thighs, spreading her legs wide.

Looking down, she discovered that she was not naked as she had anticipated, but what little clothing she did have on was sparse. A pair of white thong panties and a matching white bikini hid precious little flesh. In fact, the material was so thin that she could see quite clearly the outline of her dark nipples beneath the tiny white triangles. The air was cold, and she could feel them beginning to harden.

The stranger had blindfolded her the minute they reached her place, before they had even left her car, and the blindfold had remained on until he had dressed her and tied her up. She had never done anything more dangerous or erotic in her life. Strangly enough, she felt no fear, just a strange, intense anticipation.

Her bedroom door opened. Shelly looked up and found herself once more entranced by those dark eyes. The same naked desire was still burning in them, quietly, almost languidly. Shelly suddenly understood that he was going to make this last all night.

He crossed the room to her right side and tugged gently at her wrist. A smile of satisfaction flickered across his mouth. After a cursory check of the other restraints, he turned to her.

“The safe word is ‘squid’. Understand?”

Shelly’s eyebrows rose, but she fought back a smile. Safewords were something she had never bothered with, if only because they were silly and somewhat embarrassing by nature. So she forced herself to nod–if this guy liked ‘squid’, then ‘squid’ was just fine by her.

“Good.” The stranger reached out and stroked the side of her face. “Good girl.”

Abruptly he slapped her. There wasn’t much force behind it, but it startled her enough that she let out a yelp. That made him smile. He stroked her face again where he had hit her, and let his fingers trail down her jawbone to her throat, then down to her collarbone. Shelly shivered.

His fingers grasped the thin strap of her bikini top. He jerked the string abruptly, causing her right breast to jiggle. He shook it a little harder, and Shelly felt her nipples rub against the fabric. She let out a little exhale of pleasure.

Suddenly he grabbed her nipple through the fabric and squeezed, hard. Shelly yelped again, mostly out of surprise, and steeled herself against the pain. He pulled her nipple away from her body, bringing her heavy breast with it. He shook her nipple gently back and forth, then released it. Her heavy tit flopped back down onto her chest. Shelly’s nipple was rock-hard and pulsing. Her pussy was damp.

The stranger disapppeared for a moment from Shelly’s view. He returned quickly with a pair of scissors. Shelly sucked in a startled breath as he played the metal tip over her swollen nipple, and for a moment she was truly afraid. Then he sliced the fabric of bikini top and tossed the scissors aside Shelly’s breasts tumbled into view. They were large–too big for her frame, the other girls at school had always told her–and her nipples were both hard. She felt a sudden urge to cover herself, although of course she could not, and suffered instead a strange feeling of humiliation.

The stranger seemed to notice. “Look at you, just lying there half-naked with those big tits. What a little slut.”

Shelly’s face reddened, but she also felt her pussy twitch.

The stranger cupped one of her tits in his hand but did not squeeze. “What are these, like D cups or something? Only fat girls have tits that are naturally this big. These have got to be fake.”

He squeezed. Shelly let out an involuntary moan, which made him smile again.

“They sure don’t feel fake.” He squeezed harder, kneading her large jug. He leaned down over her chest and spat on her nipple, then grabbed the hard nub between his fingertips and rolled it, stroked the tip. Shelly moaned a little louder.

“Good girl,” the stranger murmured. He grabbed her left breast with his other hand and pushed the two jugs together. He leaned over again and spat in between them, then rubbed them together so they became slick and wet.

Suddenly he climbed onto the bed and straddled her, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was big–of course Pendik Gecelik Escort it was big–and curved away from him, rather than towards him. Shelly had seen this before, but it still caused her mild surprise. She watched as he pushed her tits together and slid that big dick in between them. Although the act wasn’t exactly pleasurable, Shelly found it extremely erotic. Besides, the way he stroked her nipples as he fucked her was very pleasurable.

Shelly found herself craning her neck to get close enough to lick the tip of his dick as it surfaced. He moaned enthusiastically. Encouraged, she managed to get her lips wrapped around the head of his cock each time he thrust forward. It made a wet little popping sound each time it slipped back out.

After a few more thrusts, the stranger stopped. “You’ve been such a good little girl, I’m going to give you a reward. But first–“

He released her tits and climbed forward until he was straddling her chest. Shelly instinctively opened her mouth and he slid his cock in. Moaning around his shaft, she pushed her head forward, trying to swallow more and more of it. She found with delight that because of the way his cock was angled, she could slide it deep into her throat without much difficulty. Soon his pelvis was pressed against her face and she was swallowing around a cock buried literally balls-deep in her mouth.

He pulled out when Shelly started gagging. Tears streamed down her face, but her pussy was soaking wet. The stranger stroked her face again, admiringly, and smiled. “Your turn.”

When Shelly had recovered, she found he had settled in between her thighs. Her pussy twitched again in anticipation.

He didn’t touch her immediately. Rather, he rested his head on his hands casually and observed, “You seem to have wet yourself.”

Shelly felt panicky for a moment, thinking she had lost control of her bladder. Then she realized he must only be referring to the juices that had been leaking out of her pussy since he had started playing with her nipples.

“Only dirty girls wet themselves,” he continued, his tone darkening. “Are you a dirty girl?”

Shelly shook her head. This seemed to upset him.

“You’re lying there half-naked with your legs spread, you little slut,” he growled. “Even if I hadn’t just had my cock down your throat, I’d say that qualifies as pretty fucking dirty.”

He stood up, grabbed his cock. It was still hard, though somewhat less than before. The stranger knelt on the bed between her legs, and Shelly was suddenly quite sure he intended to fuck her right then. She closed her eyes, suddenly overwhelmed with disappointment. She was horny enough, sure, but hadn’t he promised–

Suddenly her pussy felt very warm and wet. Shelly’s eyes snapped open, and she gasped. He wasn’t going to fuck her–he was pissing on her.

His lovely dark eyes met hers. “Dirty girls get pissed on.”

Abruptly he aimed the arc of his stream up and over her belly, then across her tits. She felt tiny droplets splashing her face and throat. The smell was strong and acrid. She turned her head to escape it, but there was nowhere she could go.

The stream stopped. “Turn towards me and open your mouth,” he said evenly.

She looked at him with panicked eyes. “Please–“

This seemed to spark something inside him. He leapt on top of her and grasped her chin with one hand, the other still holding his dick, and jerked her head so that her eyes met his. “Use the safeword, you little slut…or open your mouth.”

Shelly knew he had defeated her. She would not use the safeword. It wasn’t that she felt silly or embarrassed–she was just too proud. She looked for a long moment into those dark eyes, now clouded with anger, then closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

It was just a little trickle at first. She swallowed it and found it not nearly as vile as she had expected. Then a whole torrent came, and she nearly choked. She closed her throat to keep herself from swallowing any more, and instead let the piss fill up her mouth and spill out down the sides of her face. He pissed and pissed for what seemed like forever, until finally the stream slowed to a trickle, and at last he was shaking the remaining drops onto her face. She flinched.

The stranger stroked the side of her face, wet with his own piss. “Good girl. Now you really will get your reward.”

Spitting out a mouthful of urine onto the bedspread, Shelly watched him climb down between her thighs again. He reached up and grasped the tiny strip of fabric of her panties just above her mound and tugged experimentally. The piss-soaked fabric had been warm at first, but now it was cold and clammy against her skin. Pendik Genç Escort She shivered again.

“We’ll have to get this off you, won’t we?” he asked softly, but he did not immediately remove the panties. Instead, he continued to tug on them with sharp little jerks, pulling them tauter and tauter against her flesh. The wetness of the panties and the slipperiness of her juices encouraged the thin strip of fabric to work its way in between the lips of her pussy. Shelly could feel it, like a crude violation.

It certainly didn’t escape the stranger’s notice, either. “Look at that,” he said. “Look at how those panties slide right in between those fat pussy lips like dental floss.”

Shelly felt shame and embarrassment wash over herself. She knew her pussy lips were a little fleshy, but no one had ever gone so far as to call them fat.

She felt a finger stroke one of her lips. “Oh, what a dirty girl you are,” came the voice again. “So thick and fleshy and nasty. Who would want to put his dick in that?”

He grasped both lips and spread them wide, exposing her pink pussy except for the thin white floss that still ran over it. He pulled the lips away from her body, then pushed them together, wrapping the thong in between. With one hand he gripped both lips and jiggled them a little. Shelly felt, in spite of her own humilition, a thrill of pleasure. The thong was rubbing against her hardened clit, sure, but it was more than that. The degradation was beginning to turn her on.

“I can see your fucking juices leaking out from between these big meaty lips,” he said, almost in awe. “It’s just fucking dribbling out of you.”

Abruptly he reached for the scissor, and cut the waistband of the panties. Though she wanted to look away, she couldn’t, and Shelly watched as her fleshy pussy held the panties securely in place, deep in the crevice of her pussy.

“Nasty, isn’t it?” the stranger said with a wink.

He peeled her lips apart with a small wet sound. Then he took the two first fingers of his right hand and pushed the thong into her pussy. Shelly gasped, first from the unexpected sensation and second from humiliation as the panties disappeared a few inches at a time until they were almost completely buried inside her. Only one end of the waistband remained, hanging out of her like a tampon string. He tugged on this string just enough to move the panties around inside her. Shelly was startled by the pleasure it caused her.

The stranger chuckled. “Now, little girl, I finally get to taste you.”

He leaned forward and Shelly let out a moan as his tongue lovingly stroked those lips he had just degraded. He sucked each one delicately into his mouth, getting her flavor, tasting his own piss. He worked his way up to the hood over her clit, licked it, sucked on it. He reached up and gently pulled the hood back, and there was her clit. He licked it gently, made her squirm involuntarily. Licked it again, coaxed it into his mouth and sucked on it.

He was sucking on her clit, tickling it with his tongue, when suddenly with one hand he yanked the panties out of her wet pussy. Shelly yelped. His thumb replaced his tongue for a moment as he rose up over her and pushed the panties gently into her open mouth. She was so aroused that she didn’t protest–in fact, if she were being honest, the smell and taste turned her on more than a little. She accepted the panties into her mouth and moaned into them as his mouth returned to her pussy.

As he licked and sucked on her hard clit, he slid one finger into her now-empty pussy. He stroked it in and out, slow at first, picking up speed as she tried to arch her hips to meet his thrusts. He added a second finger, then took his mouth off her pussy as he began to fuck her in earnest. Shelly was moaning loudly now, though her sounds were muffled by the panties.

The stranger curled his fingers just so and began pounding her pussy almost painfully. Shelly ignored the pain. She was on the verge of orgasm, an orgasm she could never give herself, no matter how many toys she tried. All of her focus was on the fingers inside her, and that feeling, that feeling–

Shelly screamed into the panties, and came. Juices squirted out of her pussy, splashing all over his hand and forearm, wetting the bedspread, soaking her thighs. He kept pumping his fingers, and she kept cumming, squirt after squirt, until she spat out the panties and begged him to stop.

The stranger chuckled at the desperation in her voice, and stopped fucking her. He left his fingers inside her pussy, however, and his tongue returned to her clit. Shelly could not buck him off–she could barely move–but she begged him to stop. It was too much, too much, too–

Again she came. She didn’t squirt this time, but viscous pussy juice immediately leaked out of her abused pussy around his fingers, running down the crack of her ass and pooling on the bed beneath her. His tongue followed the trail of her juices.

It was going to be a long night.

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The long and flimsy white curtains bluster in the breeze of the huge open windows, and the moonlight plays with their shadows on the floor. My eyes adjust to the darkness, but I can already feel Her. My Queen is in the room, in Her bed. My heart races.

She lies there naked, Her arms stretched out and one leg slightly bent. I can almost hear Her smile, for She knows I am staring at Her form. She knows I am growing hard, despite fighting the urge to fall to my knees.

I am naked as well, except for two currently unattached ankle shackles. I am throbbing, and my breath quickens and shortens when I hear Her song of a voice. It lilts, because it’s playing with me.

“My pet has needs…”

I look down at the floor. “Yes, my Queen.”

“Has My pet completed all of his tasks for the day?”

“I have, my Queen.”

I hear Her rise up on Her elbows to look at me.

Strangely, I can’t lift my face to gaze at Her yet. Her voice still has that sound to it, that playfulness that sends me over the edge, but there’s a touch of concern too. I imagine Her brow is furrowed just a bit. “You need to profess something to me?”

“Yes, my Queen.”

“Please, tell me.”

“My Queen….I don’t know what to say.”

There is a bit of admonishment. “My pet is sure of himself, and I know My pet will maintain his station.”

“Thank you, my Queen.” I meet Her eyes in what I feel is too bold, but I want to be strong for my Queen, and She deserves to see my eyes. “My Queen, my urge is strong. I want so badly, so very badly, to be inside you.”

“Mmmmm,” She emotes, and I get slightly dizzy. “You want to be in that deep dark place with me, do you?”

“Yes. I want that communion with you. And…” I pause. “I want to bring my Queen pleasure.”

“That last urge is strong in you.”

“It is, my Queen. I am for you.”

Then, my heart almost literally drops to the floor as my Queen brings Her ankles up and Her knees to the side, unfolding paradise before me. She is glistening in the moonlight, and Her scent makes its way to my nostrils. There is no world outside this room; there is no need for anything else. “Come to me, my brave pet. Let me wrap my legs around you as you drive into the deepest parts of me.”

My cock pounds my pulse as it drips for Her; I walk to the edge of the bed. I crawl a little toward Her and taste Her nectar with my lips and tongue as I move up Her perfect body. Her back arches at that contact, and Her breasts now high, are there to feed me.

I feel the tip of my cock suddenly warm and wet. I close my eyes, even though they could take in the beauty below me, but I want to feel everything as I enter Her. Slowly, inch by inch, She takes me in. She is hot and tight and enclosing. Soon, I am fully inside Her and I can almost explode from the joy in my heart. A tear drops from my eye onto Her left breast.

That breaks the spell I’m under. I bend down to lick it from Her, and swallow Her nipple with sudden abandon. I begin to move inside Her, out and in, with ever increasing speed and tenacity.

My Kurtköy Ukraynalı Escort Queen’s legs wrap around me and Her arms are on my shoulders and arms, my back. If love could spontaneously cause orgasms my Queen would have instantly died a thousand times over from rapture.

I feel Her insides, and I am home. The breadth and depth of my contentment in the midst of mounting passion is a paradox, but my mind isn’t in the mood to contemplate. I only want to do two things: make my Queen cry out in ecstasy, and leave part of me forever inside Her.

My Queen rakes my back with Her nails, and I pound my cock into Her all the harder. She leans up and sucks my nipples HARD, bites them and I go insane. She wants all of me, even and maybe especially in this, and I want nothing more than to give it to you.

I can feel my scrotum shrink and my cock grow inside Her. My Queen is bucking hard against me, and I can tell She’s close.

She’s whispers between coos and moans. “Cum inside me, my pet. I want to feel it.”

I look down on Her, gritting my teeth. My body shakes and convulses as I slam into Her, my cock so deep inside Her and Her clit receiving the rhythmical attention. Five more thrusts….

Four more, She heaves Her breasts against my chest.

Three more, She wraps Her arms around my back. Two more, She digs Her ankles into my ass, pushing me deeper.

One more, I scream.

I erupt inside Her; I empty myself in convulsion after convulsion, spilling into Her. She does feel me, for the repeated jets inside Her send Her over the edge. She grips all of me and moans over and over again. She cries out and Her body is out of control. I stay there, hopefully an anchor as She rides it out, even as I send more of myself into Her.

I look down on Her absolute beauty as She rides the wave, and I stay as still as I can, as strong as I can.

She rides the wave, and it carries Her past the crest. I finally collapse on top of Her and move a bit to the side. I close my eyes, still buried deep inside Her, and hear Her sighs and coos and feel Her fingers in my hair. Heaven has nothing on where I am this moment.

Our sweat mingles as our hearts beat together. Our souls entwine as our bodies do.

We remain like that for some time, of which means nothing to me. Days could pass and I wouldn’t care. My Queen shifts a bit and laughs softly. “Oh my, my pet is strong tonight.”

I am still hard inside Her and laugh in spite of myself. “I guess I am, my Queen.”

“Hmmm. Perhaps you have further needs?”

There’s a quiet, because I am again afraid to speak. How do I tell Her without being out of place? What is proper? Despite my reluctance I am sure in the fact that my Queen will tell me and I will learn. Learning to be better in Her eyes is a continual process and one I always look forward to.

My face is in the nape of Her neck, smelling Her sweet sweat, my nose pressed up against Her damp skin in an almost primal, desperate fashion. My cock twitches, She notices. My desire for my Queen Kurtköy Üniversiteli Escort and my yearning to please Her waned for only a moment after climax, but my passion has reignited. I only manage two words. “Deeper. Darker.”

My eyes open and look down Her body. Her chest is still rising and falling quicker than usual, and Her nipples are taut in the cool night air. Her left hand moves up and down Her body, Her fingers tracing Her belly button, the narrow strip of hair leading down to ecstasy.

Time is having its way with me still, for it seems that the words that come out of Her mouth make it up to the ceiling and back to my ears more quickly than the four close inches between Her lips and my ear. “Yes. I will grant you. You need it, I want it.”

I prop myself up on my left elbow, close to Her beautiful face, ready to shower it with kisses of love and gratitude. There’s a gleam there though, and a small upturn to the edges of Her lips. “But,” She says, “you must clean up your mess first.”

My eyes widen, first with a little surprise and then a strange happiness. I slide down Her body, and my cock slips out of Her with a wondrous gushy sound. I trail kisses down Her belly, past Her mound, until I behold what I sometimes refer to as the Royal Pussy. I smile, like an innocent child on Christmas morning.

I see Her stickiness and my mouth salivates. I think She pushes out a little, for then I see my cum ooze out of Her.

With long, slow licks, I clean the Royal Pussy. I take our mingled juices gladly into my mouth and swallow them. I revel in the blend of pungence and salt, of sweetness and blandness. I thrust my tongue as far inside as I can, coaxing as much out as I can. I lick Her lips, Her clit, and Her appreciative moans are like distant wind chimes.

My tongue pierces Her anus, that gorgeous puckered hole that drives me into fever. I slather it, wanting to slick it up. I push my tongue in as far as I can, ignoring the welling in my chest.

“I’m ready,” I hear and sit up. I watch my Queen turn over on Her stomach, placing a pillow underneath Her. She’s flat on the bed otherwise, legs splayed and Her arms above Her head. Her eyes are closed, and suddenly She looks asleep. Perhaps Her contentment matches my own.

I move between Her legs and drive my purple cock into the Royal Pussy. It’s so slick, and I coat myself with Her juices. Then, I brace myself over Her with my left hand as my right takes hold of my cock and places it at the opening to Her deepest, darkest place.

I ease the head of my cock in, and instantly have to fight the urge to plunge into Her. I let my Queen feel just a little of me, allow Her to get used to such an invasion.

Then a little more, just an inch, and my willpower is being sorely tested. I wait, until I hear a barely audible expression of air. I push further into Her, a few more inches.

Her breathing is deep but even. I take a moment to look down upon Her, Her strong pale back, Her exposed neck and Her golden trusses. Slowly, I push the rest of Kurtköy Vip Escort my cock into Her, pushing as far as I can go. My right hand braces me on the other side of Her body, and we’re only connected by my cock in Her precious ass.

I wait, though it is bliss. I am inside the deepest, darkest part of my Queen. It is the most decadent, dirty, and wonderful feeling in the world.

She whispers, “Now, my pet.”

I pull out slowly and then press back in. I hear a throaty, “oh” from my Queen and that spurs me on. I begin to withdraw and thrust into Her with a slow but deliberate pace, trying very hard to ignore the blessed pressure on my cock. I try to set aside the profundity of the occasion and give in to my base instincts.

My arms are tiring slightly, but I move for other reasons. I move down to my elbows, and my arms go under my Queens body, crisscrossing. My right hand grabs and squeezes my Queen’s left breast and my left does the same to Her right. We are now body to body, my chest to Her back, my pelvis to Her ass. The only movement is my tilting faster and faster into Her and my hands gripping Her breasts in time.

Her moans increase, my passion builds. Her hands claw at the sheets; I kiss and lick Her shoulder, Her neck, my nose deep within Her matted hair. Her legs below the knees move over and back through mine, wrapping further around me.

Here we are, so completely joined, and my willpower is fading. I need to empty myself into Her, I need that so very badly. I pierce Her over and over again, grunting into Her skin and She gasps back at me.

Finally, Her right hand comes up and Her fingers clutch my hair. She screams and I squeeze and thrust. Over and over again, in time, I don’t slow or stop.

My cock drives into the most sacred part of my Queen, and She is riding wave after wave of orgasm. The heat coming from Her body is almost too hot too touch, but my skin is connected to hers so much and I don’t mind being burnt by Her.

She hits another peak, a particularly frantic one, and I lose control. With one final body thrust I erupt inside Her. I grip Her breasts tightly to hold onto Her as well as reality. I am spilling into my Queen, into the deepest and darkest parts of Her, and I will forever be inside Her. That singular thought brings a smile to my tense and fevered face. Over and over again, my involuntary spurts coat Her insides as mini-shockwaves continue to pound Her. My arms are shaky and I’m certain my elbows have created permanent divots in the mattress.

I’m breathing heavily across Her right shoulder blade, my cock twitching inside Her gorgeous ass. She feels each twitch with over-heightened sensations and Her breath reacts accordingly.

I never want to move. I want to stay like this forever.

Making sure my weight isn’t a burden on Her, I stay there as my cock finally shrinks inside Her. Her moans become sighs and eventually pleasant lyrical humming. My eyelids are heavy, though I am still Her pet and thus still at Her beck and call.

“My wonderful, wonderful pet….”

“Thank you, my Queen.”

“I think it is I who should thank you.”

My smile touches Her back. Our now matched breathing begins to slow.

Finally, She tells me. “Get cleaned up, and then draw me a bath. I wish to be pampered.”

“As you wish, my Queen,” I say with ultimate happiness in my heart.

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I was never one to have “perfect days” but today happen to be one of them.

Let’s me take you back to the day I never thought I would ever have a “perfect day again”.

Had a doctor’s appointment in the early afternoon so I decided to work only half a day and take a half a day vacation. The week was a slow one for us or I would have gone to work, went to see my doc and then back to work. I was feeling really crappy for about a month and I couldn’t shake it. I didn’t want to go to the doctor, but my best friend insisted that I go because she told me “You look like what the cat dragged in from last week’s trash”. She will tell you like it is and if you don’t like it, she will tell you to kiss her lily white ass in Macy’s window.

The past year had been a living hell for me. I lost my job and a boyfriend that I was seeing for about 8 months. One morning I woke up to find a text message on my phone tell me that he had to “explore other love options” and wouldn’t be seeing me anymore. Also asked me not to text or call him for any further explanation. I was beside myself and I was confused as why he would do such a fucked up thing to me after telling me a few weeks earlier that I was the best thing that ever happened to him. I found out later on that he was coming out of the closet and decided to tell everyone about his “male lover”. He was a great lover and satisfied me in ways that no man ever did. Obviously he knew how to satisfy a man just as much. I thought it would have been a very long time to get over him, but I made my mind up after just two months that I wasn’t going to let anyone, or any man get me down again.

The girls and I were always going to different places for dinner and entertainment and it kept my mind off Wayne. We happen to go to a great pub just a the border of New York and New Jersey and he turned out to be one of the greatest nights I have ever had in my life. I met a guy, a black guy who was the most wonderful and understanding as well as the most loving and caring man I have ever dated. We struck up a conversation as my friends and his friends were dancing and we happen to sit that one out and watched them dance.

Jared was laughing at his best friend as he took my best friend and started to these wild dance moves that I didn’t even know that she knew how to do and she admitted later on to have learned them by watching the black entertainment network and enjoyed getting off on watching how the black men make dancing look like they were having sex on the dance floor.

I was calling out to my friend to “get down and get nasty” and Jared loved my comment and we began to talk. He asked me why I wasn’t out there and I said I would have been the odd one out as they all were partnered up and that he wasn’t dancing either. We talked for the next two songs and the “couples” enjoyed another wild “sexy dance” number and then a slower but still wild dance. I was more the ballad and love song kind of girl and Jared said he preferred the slow dances too. Everyone finished and we combined our two tables together and made a night of being with “new friends”. Jared and I became fast friends as he asked me to dance a slow dance with him and I could tell that he was going to be someone special in my life. At the end of the dance he kissed me and thanked me for dancing with him.

One of the other girls drove that night so I didn’t have my car, and Jared offered me a ride home when we would be ready to leave. The others decided to head out to the local diner for a little coffee and a small bite to eat as everyone worked up an appetite except for Jared and myself but we went along anyway. We sat next to each other and he held my hand and asked me if I would consider a date with him one night soon and I said I would. He was so polite and sensitive and I could tell that I was going spend sometime with him before the night was to come to an end.

It was 3:30 and Ataşehir escort bayan thankfully a Friday night into Saturday morning and none of us had to go to work. None of his friends except for his best friend asked any of the girls out and my best friend turned down his best friend because she said that she liked him, as a friend as she doesn’t date black men. He took it well but I could tell he really liked her. She did say that they could go dancing again sometime if he wanted and it made him very happy.

Jared and I politely excused ourselves as we decided to leave before the rest of the “group” were still eating and having their coffee. My best friend told me to be careful and to call her later in the day. As we walked out Jared handed the waitress that was taking care of our table a tip and also paid for everyone’s food and drink. I told him that was very thoughtful of him and he said he did it because if it wasn’t for them dancing, he never would have met me. I was so touched and he gave me another kiss on the lips. It was a warm kiss and unlike anything I ever felt when I was kissed by a man before.

My apartment was about 20 minutes away and I thought we would never get there. It would be the first time that we would be alone and not have anyone else around. He held my hand the entire ride and I had thoughts of what it would be like to make love to Jared and how he did he enjoy being satisfied. Finally we got to the apartment and I invited him in and he accepted. I opened the door and put on the lights and he admired my apartment and said that he knew it would be because of how great I was dressed. I didn’t know what to expect but I was expecting something as I haven’t had any sex since Wayne and I parted. I wasn’t going to push him into anything but I did comment that had a great time and wish the night didn’t have to end.

Jared took me in his arms and told me that he wanted to make love to me and didn’t know if I would consider getting made love to by a black guy and I told him that I would love to because he was the black guy. I told him also that I always had a “thing” for black guys but I never had been involved with any nor did I ever make love to one. We started off slow with the kisses that were passionate and then became more intense and then the touching started on both our parts and I happened to notice that Jared had a hard on. I didn’t think I had the effect on any man. As he grabbed my breast, I grabbed his crotch and I could tell that he was sporting a nice hard on and I wanted to take care of it. I did enjoy giving blow jobs and asked him if he would allow me to and he said he loves when a woman goes down on him. I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough and neither could Jared and before you know it I was on my knees as I put my mouth and lips and the most awesome, sexiest cock I have ever seen in person, magazine or on porno movies. I have seen larger but I wasn’t into “size” but quality and performance. I have always enjoyed giving a blow job to my guys but not nearly as much as I did giving one to Jared. He then explored my shaved white pussy as he ate me out and I came for him, not once, but twice. I was already pretty lubed up and he was hard from my sucking, he started slowly entering my pussy. I always practiced safe sex asking Wayne or whoever my partner was to wear a condom, I did not as Jared.

I could still feel his cock inside me now as he entered me at a snails pace to tease me but also not to hurt me as I had a tight little pussy and he wanted to see if he could fill me up and he did. I was never so filled by a man’s cock before tonight. After starting slow, he picked up the pace and we developed a rhythm and we were going at it like we have been fucking each other for years and he would trust harder and harder each time. He withdrew his cock that was shinny from my juices all over his sexy black rod that enjoy sucking Escort Ataşehir and teasing with my mouth, lips and tongue. He took me from behind as his cock had no troubles entering me from the back entrance and then he had placed his throbbing cock near the entrance of my white ass. He asked me if I wanted anal sex and I told him that I would normally say no but since it was him I would give him and his cock a try. He started off slowly and then pumped into be harder and then his cell went off and he didn’t answer it.

That had to be the best night of sex I have ever had and he said it was for him and he didn’t feel that we “fucked” each other but we made love to each other. He allowed my request of swallowing part of his “hot load” and squirting the rest all over my 40E titties that he sucked, bit and nibbled on and really seemed to enjoy and admitted that he loved “your big white titties”.

We had weeks and months of great times at dinners, shows, clubs and had a great sex life. One day Jared showed up at my apartment and had a very sad look on his face and my heart was in my stomach. Jared handed me back the key to my apartment and told me that earlier in the day when he told me he was a a meeting, he was but it was at the hospital. His cancer had returned and he was set up to go thru more radiation treatments to kill some of the new cancer cells that they found on his lungs. He didn’t want me to have to watch him and care for a sick man and I demanded that he keep the key because I wasn’t going to leave him and wanted to take care of him because of how much I was in love with him. He told me that he loves me more than he has ever loved any other woman, but didn’t feel that it was fair for him to burden him with “his health issues” and I told him he would not be a burden. They were going to start his treatments soon and I told him that he was moving in with me and giving up his smaller apartment. I had a very large apartment with two bedroom, combination living room/dining room. kitchen, bathroom and a small little room I made into a little office for myself to write out my bills, keep my laptop and PC and fax machine. I also had a small area where my washer and dryer were with a divider which one side was a food pantry/storage area. I lucked out with this apartment as I was able to keep all my things and still have room for more. My living room was nice with the flat screen television that supported my cable, DVD and CD’s player combo.

Jared had started his treatments and the doctors told me that it wasn’t helping him and they were afraid that the cancer keeps on spreading and they don’t want to open him up and do any operations because it may end his life sooner and I know I couldn’t go out without him in my life. I did try to put it in my mind that if something should happen, I would have to be strong and carry on because Jared and I did have “the talk” about the possibility of him dying and I told him I wouldn’t let him.

Jared grew weaker and I was finding it harder and harder to hold up but I did in front of him and cried myself to sleep after he had fallen asleep. The doctor had called me two mornings later and said that they had to do another scan of his lungs and the last one showed that he may possibly lose one of his lungs and one of his kidneys. We decided that we would not lie to Jared about his condition and he was handling it well. I held him tight and told him that he didn’t have to play the strong man and not break down if it was getting to him and he insisted that he was strong for me. I told him that he didn’t have to be strong for me but to be himself.

I was in the bathroom the other morning and I heard Jared talking and I thought he may have been on the phone but he wasn’t. He was praying to God that I would be taken care of after his death and that he doesn’t want to die knowing that I would be crying over him but to be glad that Ataşehir Rus Escort he would no longer suffer. He also started to cry and I wanted to go in the bedroom and tell him that he could let it all out in my arms but I didn’t want him to think I was listening to his “talks with God”. He was scheduled to go for another treatment and would be staying a few nights in the hospital and then another scan of the lung.

The treatment went very well and it would be two more days when he would get the results. I decided to stay in the hospital in the wing dedicated to and especially for the families of the very ill patients and it would be at no cost for us. On the day the results were in, I had a scheduled meeting with his doctor to find out if the next step was removing his lung and kidney at the same time or one at a time. As I was walking towards the doctor’s office that he had at the hospital, the doctor came down the hall heading for his office and had a happy smile on his face and it looked as if he had a great morning so far.

I had knocked on his door and he was still smiling as he asked me to come in sit that he had news for me. I came prepared with my list of questions and a purse filled with tissues preparing myself to go into a crazy fit of crying. The doctor had to me that the scan showed that the cancer was almost gone from both the liver and the lung. It was almost like a miracle and I still cried with tears of joy. He showed me the scans side by side and it was almost like the cancer never existed. I hugged the doctor and he he would still have to run a few extra tests but I would be able to be Jared home in a week.

The doctor and I went into Jared’s room to find him sitting up and looked almost as good as the night I first met him and I had a good feeling inside. Jared told us how good he felt and his nurse said that he ate his breakfast good that morning and asked for an extra helping of french toast and sausage (his favorite breakfast food). After telling Jared that he was cancer free would see his next birthday and many more, he couldn’t thank the doctor enough for helping him and he said that he didn’t think he did it because he had nothing to do with it. As the doctor met me in the hall as I was just getting back from the ladies room, we heard some talking coming out of Jared’s room and we stood by and cracked open the door. Jared was praying to God and thanking him for allowing him to have a chance to live a longer life. He thanked God for helping me through it all and told him that he was going to marry me after he is released from the hospital.

I never thought I would have a happy or “perfect” day after the love of my life left me for another man. I also thought that I found happiness ever again until Jared came along. Jared is no cancer free for two years now and next week will mark our first wedding anniversary and we are planning a second honeymoon and this time we are going to St. Thomas on a cruise and we are both looking forward to it. We are also looking forward next year when we start trying to have a family. I know that Jared will be a good father and I will try and be a great mother to my child/children as my parents were to me. Jared never knew his dad and he is enjoying hearing stories from my mom and dad.

I never thought I could ever be this happy. I often thought about how I was such a doubter and unhappy camper after Wayne left me. I sometimes wonder what it would have been like if this was Wayne and not Jared but I try to block out Wayne. I feel sorry for Wayne as his partner recently died from AIDS. I went to the service and Wayne wanted to be with me again and I had to break the news to him that I was already taken and married to Jared. I showed him my wedding picture and he said that he was disgusted with me marrying a black guy and allowing this guys black cock inside my pussy and my mouth. I told him it isn’t for him to care about himself and not to worry about me.

I am very happy now and love my life with Jared.

Wayne was just tested today and he tested positive to AIDS after having unprotected sex with his late partner. Like they always say “Every dog has his day” and now Wayne is going to more ahead.

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Chrissy Serves Ch. 03

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Out in the living room I sat on the chair to wait. I knew I was expected to try to be feminine, so I sat lightly on the edge, ankles crossed and legs together, hands folded on my knees. It must have been at least ten minutes before Sandra came out. She looked flushed when she came into the room. Her clothes were straight though, as was her hair. Her nipples showed even more than before. I wondered if she had been playing with herself, and if she had did she cum. Then a thought came to me, if I’m here to serve her in any way, why would she masturbate instead of having me get her off. Had I done something wrong, is that why she left me out of it? Was she not happy with how her birthday was going? I told myself that I would do better, would try not to even hesitate no matter what she wanted of me.

“Why are you sitting, I didn’t tell you to sit down?” Sandra said harshly. I jumped up from the chair, standing meekly. She walked over and sat in the chair, walking past me as if I wasn’t there. I just stood looking at the floor.

“Bring me the footstool Chrissy.” Her voice was flat, no hint at her thoughts. I rushed to bring it to her, sliding it under her raised feet. “Take my shoes of hun, my feet are sore.” I doubted that, she wore heels for much longer without any complaints. I didn’t let that slow me down though; I was determined to make her happy. I undid the snap on the front strap of her shoe, then tenderly lifted her food, slipping it free. I laid it down and did the same for the other. I looked up at her face from where I was, on my knees at her feet. She was watching me and smiled a little, making me grin. I had done well. I reached out and put my hands on her foot, beginning to massage it. I know this is something she likes.

“Ooh, Chrissy, how did you know what I wanted. You are such a good maid.” I kept working on her feet, just happy that she was enjoying what I was doing for her. That was the point of today after all. I looked up and saw that her head was laid back, eyes closed. After a while I switched to her other foot, and she moaned softly. The foot I had just put down was moved to the edge of the footstool closest to her, her knee in the air and a little off to the side. I looked up at her again, and I could see up under her skirt. She was bare underneath, no panties on. The view was shadowed by her skirt, but it looked like she was wet. I smiled to myself and continued to rub her foot.

As time moved on I moved up to her calf, massaging the muscle. Her other leg moved back down, still bent a little, so that I could do it as well. Her eyes stayed closed. She seemed very relaxed, breathing deep and slow, but encouraging me or telling me to do it this way or that every now and then. I was slowly moving up higher, unable to resist what she was displaying. Seeing her bare slit under her skirt like that, as if she wasn’t trying to show off to me but just wasn’t thinking about what I could see, was an incredible turn on. I wondered if she did know.

Suddenly the feel of the sheer fabric under my hands on her thigh changed. I froze, it was the lace at the top of her stockings that I felt. I reached up farther, my hand under her skirt now. My fingers brushed her smooth lips and she shuddered. Suddenly I worried. How long had it been since I looked up at her face. I looked up now to find Sandra staring at me, a look on her face that I couldn’t read.

“You were looking at my pussy, touching my pussy, weren’t you Chrissy,” she asked, already knowing that I was. “Couldn’t you even give me a simple massage without thinking of taking advantage of me could you? You are a dirty little girl aren’t you?” She leaned forward, spreading her legs as wide as the short skirt allowed.

“Get up.” It was a command, I did as she said. She didn’t quite sound mad, maybe more like she was having fun and wanted to sound mad. I hoped that’s what it was. “On your knees. Lay across the foot stool, hands in front of it.” I nervously did as she told me. I felt one of her hands between my shoulders, pushing me down. Then a finger at the back of my knee, slowly tracing up my leg to my butt. It followed the cotton of my thong, lifting my skirt over my waist.

I waited for what felt like a long time, wondering what she was going to do. Her playing with my butt was nothing new, we both liked it a lot. I loved having her finger me while she sucked on my dick, but in this position that wasn’t going to happen.

“You should have done only what I told you to do. You knew that Chrissy.” Her hand was resting on my butt while she said this. I began to think I really had upset her, spoiled her game because I couldn’t control myself. I wanted to apologize, Bostancı Grup Escort tell her that I’d do it right. I was about to, and SLAP! She spanked me hard with her hand. The sting almost brought tears to my eyes, it was such a shock.

SLAP!

“All I wanted was a day where my needs were the only thing you thought about.”

SLAP!

“But you couldn’t do that could you, even dressed like a girl you thought just like all men, about what you wanted, not about what I needed.”

SLAP!

I don’t know if it was the pain or what she was saying to me, but I was crying now. I hated the thought that I had disappointed her, that was worse than the stinging in my butt.

SLAP! “All”

SLAP! “You”

SLAP! “Men”

SLAP! “Ever think about”

SLAP! “Is”

SLAP! “Yourselves” SLAP!

Her hand was raised back, about to spank me again. My rear hurt and I felt terrible. She was right, I touched her pussy because I was horny, not because I thought she wanted it.

She started her swing when I managed to say “STOP” between sobs. She did, waiting to see what I would say. Sandra probably expected me to end her game, to call it off. But I couldn’t end it with her so disappointed. I just lay there for a minute or two, trying to stop crying.

“I’m sorry Sandra,” I said, my voice still with the sound of tears in it. “I wanted to make you happy, I didn’t think. I’ll do better, I swear. You won’t have anything to complain about after this. This day is for you, and I’ll do whatever you want.”
Her hand touched my ass and I jumped at the pain I expected, but this was a tender caress. It still stung to be touched there, but I didn’t want her to stop. I sat up anyway, turning to look at her. This was about her wants, not mine. “Please, what do you want me to do?” I waited for her answer.

“I’m sorry I spanked you like that Chrissy, I was upset.”

“Don’t apologize, I was wrong, put my desires before yours. I deserved to be punished. Just let me make it up to you, please.” I was still on my knees at the footstool, looking up at her. She smiled a little.

“All right Chrissy, come over here.” She went to the chair as she said it.

Sandra grabbed a towel from the floor and put it on the chair, then stood in front of it facing me. “Move the footstool.” I did. She lifted her skirt above her waist and sat at the edge of the chair, her legs spread wide. “I want you to use your mouth to make me cum. Your hands are not to touch anywhere above my knees, only your face.” I grinned widely as I knelt between her legs. I could smell her as soon as I got close, she was very excited.

She leaned back for to give me more room. I leaned down and pressed my lips to her wet slit. I pushed my tongue out between my lips, between her lips. I moved it around, licking her without taking my face away from her. My upper lip was against her clit, moving as I moved my tongue between her folds. I wanted to bring my hands up, to hold her thighs, but I didn’t. I couldn’t displease my lovely wife again. I was surprised to realize that she seemed close to climax, it usually took much longer. I began licking her in long strokes, from near her back door to her belly, my tongue going deep inside her then dragging across her clit. She gasped each time I did this. Her hands came to the sides of my head, stroking my hair as I worked to bring her the pleasure she wanted.

“Press your mouth open against me, I like that.” She was squirming now. I pressed my mouth to her pussy, lips open wide and working my tongue inside her quickly, darting in and out. She pulled my head tight to her. I heard her groan, and something splashed into my mouth. I swallowed without thinking, the taste sharp and bitter, as I backed up. Sandra doesn’t squirt when she cums, and it didn’t taste like she had cum yet anyway. She held my head, giving me a little room but not letting my move too far away from her snatch.

I looked up into her eyes and she bent down and kissed me. “Good girl Chrissy,” she said, “now make sure you swallow it all like you did there. I knew you could do this for me.” This was something I had never expected, and wasn’t sure I wanted to do. But she didn’t give me time to think about it. She pulled me back to her pussy, which tasted slightly of her pee now. She held me in place till I started to lick her again. My mouth again open wide, Sandra let loose, peeing into my mouth. I had to swallow it to keep from choking, the taste overpowering. She was grinding my face between her legs. I couldn’t swallow it all; piss spurted past my lips and dribbled down. She was nearly screaming with pleasure as she came. Bostancı Manken Escort The flow subsided with her orgasm. I kept going, hands behind my back, licking her as fast as I could. Finally, she let go of my head, and I slumped back. Sandra leaned down and kissed me for a long time, licking my cheeks and chin clean as she did.

“Oh god Chrissy, that was incredible. I had heard it was good, but I never expected that. Are you ok honey?” She was smiling again, waiting for my answer.

“Yes, I’m ok. I’m glad I could make you happy. Is there anything else?” I still couldn’t believe it. She had peed before when we played, but never in my mouth. And she always asked nervously, like she was afraid I might freak out. But now this, without even a warning. I couldn’t believe it.

Standing up Sandra said, “Take this towel and put it in the bathroom sink with some water, you spilled some on it and it needs to be rinsed. I’ll be waiting in the bedroom for you.” I picked up the towel and went through the bedroom to the bathroom. I heard Sandra moving around in the bedroom. I finished filling the sink and waited. I looked in the mirror and saw that mascara had run down my face when I was crying. I washed it off quickly with a towel, wanting to look pretty for my wife.

“You can come out now,” I heard her call from the bedroom. I walked out and saw her standing by the bed. Her dress was off. I now saw the red stockings with a garter belt, and a matching bustier that had holes for her nipples to poke through. That was why they had shown through the dress. I got very hard looking at her, but tried to put thoughts of how tight my thong now was out of my mind and walked over next to her.

“Hold still,” she told me. She brought up a black cloth strip, which she wrapped around my head, blindfolding me. She tweaked my nipple and tickled my butt. Not seeing where she was or what she was doing was disorienting. And yet the physical sensations as she lightly brushed one place then another were more acute than usual.

Her hands on my shoulders, I was guided to the edge of the bed and pushed to sit. She pushed me back and I lay down, my legs still off the bed. Her hands were teasing me all over from my arms to my belly to my chest to my crotch. Light touches everywhere, each one far from the touch before. Then her hands on my legs, firmly. They slid up to the tops of my stockings. My garters were unhooked. I started to say something to her, but before I made more than a sound her hand clamped down on my mouth. I felt her hair brush my face.

“Not a word, not a sound.” I could barely hear the words whispered in my ear. She moved away, leaving me wondering where she was and what she was doing again. Hands on my hips, pulling my thong slowly down my legs. My skirt was left down. I felt it against my stiff manhood, teasing it. Fingers on my chin pushed it down, opening my mouth. Cloth was shoved into it. I guessed it was my thong, but it tasted of Sandra’s juices. My legs were pulled toward the edge, I wiggled to move where I was guided. My butt was right at the edge of the bed now, my skirt pushed up from sliding down the bed. I felt air moving around my cock, she was blowing on me. Then wet, warm, sliding up the length of me. Cool as the air rushed against me again, making me twitch.

My legs were lifted into the air, my butt totally exposed. Warm and wet, she was licking my butt cheeks. It felt wonderful after the punishment from earlier. Her tongue moved to my crack, sliding between my buttocks. I couldn’t help squirming at that feeling. She kept at it, taking her hands off my legs to spread me open. She pressed her face to me, working vigorously on my hole. I loved it, it was driving me wild. I felt a finger push against me, into me. I moaned against the thong she had shoved in my mouth to keep me quiet. She worked me good, loosening me up. I wished she would touch my cock but she didn’t, it was ignored. The finger left me, and I felt cool lube squirted into my ass. I squirmed again. She must be getting my little plug in me before riding me. She likes doing that.

Something pushed against my tight hole. I had been waiting for it, but it felt a little different that I expected. I figured it was the position and being blindfolded. I was usually on my knees bent over when she put it in me. She pushed, and I knew it wasn’t the narrow little plug I’d enjoyed before. This was much larger. It was almost painful as it popped inside, stretching me. I was afraid to move. She didn’t move either, she just let me get used to whatever large thing she had shoved inside me. After some time passed, she pushed more. I felt it slowly Bostancı Masöz Escort sliding farther into me, but not stretching me wider. Pushing deep inside it was making my cock so hard it hurt.

I felt her pressed against my butt, her flesh warm against me. Then she wasn’t touching me, the toy pulling out slowly. It felt so good to have it moving. It was almost out when the feeling changed. She was still pulling, but instead of sliding more it was just tugging at my hole. The she pushed in again, a bit faster, filling my insides with sweet pressure. Then out, faster still, giving me relief. My cock was painfully bobbing up and down as she moved. She started really thrusting into me. In and out, pressure and relief. She rammed in harder than she had yet, my yelp pushing the thong from my mouth. Sandra left it pressed into me, part of her against my bare bottom. A hand wrapped around my cock and just squeezed. If she moved her hand I would cum right then, but she just held tight, not letting me.

“Take off the blindfold Chrissy, I want you to see how good you are doing now.” I reached up slowly and pulled it off, blinking at the light. I saw her standing between my raised legs, smiling. I didn’t get how she could be standing there and holding a toy in me. Then she ground her hips against my ass, and I felt it move, making me twitch in her hand. She moved back, the pressure in my ass leaving me. I lifted my head to look, and saw what looked like a leather panties on her. It was a harness for a strap-on dildo.

“With this you can really be my girl.” I didn’t know what to say, I just stared. From what I could see it looked at least as big as my seven inches. Not that I could see much. She thrust into me again, fast, fucking me. She kept going for a minute, then paused again. Her hand came off of my dick, and then I felt and incredible sensation in my rear. The strap-on was a vibrator, she had just turned it on. It moved easier when she began again, the feelings better than I could have imagined. She was flushed, her breasts moving with her thrusts. I was moaning and grunting as she pounded me. She began to moan as well. I wanted to touch myself, but when I moved my hands she pushed them away. My cock moved with her, every time she went into me it rose and bobbed.

I felt it starting, but it was strange. The tingling in my balls, my cock going so rigid it didn’t even bounce. Then it came, I moaned loudly as it spurted from me, cumming without even touching my cock. The hot fluid landed on my smooth belly and chest. Sandra loved it. A small drop of cum landed on my chin, just below my lip.

“Lick it up hun.” I did as she asked, the feeling in my ass even more intense now that I had had an orgasm. I looked at her, and Sandra was having one of her own, biting her lip and whining. She began to slow her thrusts as it left her, panting hard. She pulled and the vibrator left my ass with a pop. Rubbing my ass cheek for a second, she came up and knelt beside me on the bed. She bent down and licked the cum off my chest, swallowing some of it. When my chest and belly were clean she kissed me, sharing it. Not like before, where she made me take it all, but just kissing me deeply, both of us swallowing some of it. Her hand ran down to my crotch, lovingly stroking me as I softened.

“You did so good for me babe, I’ve never cum like that, so hard. And that’s the second time today you did it to me.” She was still panting from her orgasm.

“It was the same for me,” I told her, kissing her again. “So, that’s what you got while I was in the dressing room.” I smiled at her.

“It was something I had to do if I was going to make you my serving girl for the day. I knew you would like it, but was afraid you wouldn’t let me do it if you saw.” She began taking it off.

“You were right, that’s as big as me. No way would I have let you put that in my butt yet. But I’m glad you did.”

She got it off, and I took a look at it. It was about as thick as me, but not quite as long. The harness had a piece inside that looked like a cock head, but only about and inch and a half long. This must be for her, what made her cum. I licked it and enjoyed the taste of her on it.

“You are so bad Chris,” she laughed. “Haven’t you had enough of me yet today?”

“I don’t think I could ever get enough of you. And as long as I have this on,” running my hand over the front of my costume, “it’s Chrissy.” I smiled and she kissed me again.

That was the first time I became Chrissy for my wife. We both loved it and have done it many times since, just like we would today. It wasn’t always that sexual. I did what she wanted, whatever it was. One day it was just the housework and a back massage. And other times she had five or six orgasms in the course of the day. Sometimes I got off as much as she did. Sometimes I wasn’t allowed to cum at all even though she did many times. It all depends on her mood. It’s my place to serve, however she wants.

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When Nature Calls Ch. 04

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“This is the last stage of my typical rounds,” Hector said when they had arrived at the entrance to the next section of trails.

June checked her wrist-watch. “And your shift ends…when?”

“In about an hour. Well, that’s when I go to the main office and submit any reports or requests for maintenance.”

“And then?”

“Well, after that, I usually…get in my truck and go home.”

She just looked at him.

“Do you…do you want to come over?” he asked. Before she could answer he interrupted, “Unless, you know, if you don’t want to come to my house we could always go to the town next over, go out somewhere…get dinner? See a movie?”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing your place…”

His stomach churned with rapid excitement. His ex-girlfriend had said the same thing, years ago, before she came over and pulled him into bed and spent all night riding him.

“Sure, yeah. Great. So after this walk…do you want me to drop you off at your B&B and come back for you after I file some paperwork?”

“That would be nice, thanks. Gives me the chance to freshen up.”

“Then it’s a plan,” Hector said. As soon as the words were out, he felt he should have said date instead of plan but it was too late to take it back.

The last hour of their walk was more shy and quiet than any of the others – neither of them said much, aside from occasional small talk. Mostly they communicated with sidelong glances and pleased, albeit self-conscious, conspiratorial smiles.

Even June wasn’t stomping off the trail in her boots to pee with the same frequency. In fact, she wasn’t going at all. Judging from the copious way she had relieved herself over and over again this afternoon, Hector suspected she was holding it in deliberately. And judging from how quickly she cycled through water bottle refills, she was probably storing a surprising amount in that small frame and petite bladder.

Before he knew it, the hour was up; he drove June back to her bed & breakfast, waved goodbye, and spent about 15 minutes at the office speeding through paperwork as quickly as possible before returning to the same place. She was downstairs soon after he buzzed her, though her footsteps were unsteady.

He realized when she climbed in the truck, wincing, that she was exhibiting all the signs of an overfull bladder.

“Look like you have to go, there,” he chuckled. She turned her face to his.

“You have no idea,” she said solemnly. Then she pressed a hand to her pelvis and wriggled a little.

“I have the floor mats for a reason, you know,” Hector said quickly, pointing to them. “For this reason, in fact.”

“What, for potential dates?” she winked. Her breath was coming in short puffs.

“For myself, in case of accidents,” he said. “But…you look like you’re on the verge of having an accident.”

“I got this. As long as we don’t have an accident while you drive,” she said, gesturing to the dashboard. “Can we get out of here?”

“Sure, sure,” he said, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road. “You look nice, by the way.”

June had exchanged her light day dress for one that was darker and a little slinkier. Rather than flaring out at the waist, it tapered nicely around her hips, hugging the curve of her ass. “Thanks,” she said, smiling; but then the smile twisted as she was wracked by a spasm that made her bend forward.

“Oooh,” she groaned. “I really have to piss.”

“That’s what you get when you hold it,” he chuckled. “Sure you don’t wanna make use of those floor mats?”

“Oh, I didn’t say I wouldn’t,” she said. “But I held it so long because I wanted you to see it, and it wouldn’t be any good if you were driving and missed the whole show…”

Hector felt a squeezing in his chest and a corresponding throb in his groin. Fuck.

“That’s hot,” he said aloud. “I…really do want to see that.”

“Ooooh, then please pull over,” June moaned. “Like, now now now now now, oh, fuck, I’m seriously gonna wet myself-“

They had passed through the main part of town and were on their way into the woods. Hector’s place was only a few minutes away, but for now, the houses were miles apart and separated by dense woods. He pulled over to the shoulder of the road and turned to June just in time to see her squirt everywhere.

She wasn’t wearing underwear, and she merely rolled the tight bottom of the dress up over her hips and proceeded to piss forcefully forward.

Her stream thundered against the glove compartment and dripped down onto the mats. After a moment, she scooted her ass forward on the seat and aimed downward so that she soaked the floor mats. Her urine filled up the grooves and tread of the plastic mat, at first Maltepe Anal Escort drumming and then splashing down.

And fuck, the sheer amount of it. Hector wondered how it was possible she could fit all that liquid inside her, as she was rapidly turning the passenger seat floor mat into a miniature pond. And all the while she gushed, she sighed deeply and with huge relief.

“Mmmmm, that feels so fucking good,” she moaned. “I was feeling so tight and full and shaky and now…oooh, god…”

Her stream was only now beginning to dwindle. Hector watched it diminish, winking and flashing in the sunlight, jumping like a little fountain. A few drops fell onto the seat below and were swallowed immediately, sinking deep into the thirsty fabric. The image gave Hector a sudden idea. But he would save that for later.

“I really want to get you home, now,” he growled as she collapsed back into the seat. He was already putting the car back in gear. “We’ll be there in just a minute.”

On arrival, June’s legs were still shaky as she dismounted from the truck. He gave her a hand to get out, then reached in to grab the floor mat. The pool of urine, now displaced, rippled and sent a small wave of June’s pee rushing over Hector’s hand. It was still a little warm.

He shook the mat out, then hosed it off and left it outside to dry. Then he washed his hands, and his face, and then he stuck his head under the water because the day was hot and he was sweating. “You can go on in,” he said to June. “Door’s unlocked.”

But she just sat on a rocking chair on the porch and waited until he was finished. “Is it weird to say that it’s kinda sexy watching you be industrious about taking care of my own pee?”

“Not any weirder than anything else we’ve done or experienced in the last few days,” he said, joining her with a towel around his shoulders. “Shall we?”

“After you,” she gestured. “I feel strange preceding people into their own homes.”

“Fair enough.” He pulled open the screen door, pushed open the front door, and kicked his shoes off as he stepped up onto the stoop. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Water’s great,” she said. “And lots of it.”

“You got it,” he said; it was easy to grab two glasses and the pitcher of water from the kitchen and rejoin June in the den, where she looked around at the walls and furnishings curiously. “You know, I think my grandparents had that same dining room table when I was growing up,” she said, pointing to it.

“That would be interesting, considering that my own grandfather was a carpenter by trade and he made this table by hand,” Hector said, handing her a glass. “It was the prototype for a few similar models that he sold in town. I don’t suppose they got it from a local woodworker?”

“You know, I think they did!”

It was strange, how uncanny this feeling of familiarity creeping over him was. How much this young woman felt like…home. He wanted to sit down on the couch next to her and cuddle close, just savoring the feeling of being here, together. But she was all pretty and dressed up, and he was in desperate need of a shower.

“Will you give me a minute to clean up and change my clothes?” he asked, pinching at his shirt. “Please make yourself comfortable.”

“Sure,” she said. “I’ll entertain myself by looking at those – are those baby pictures?”

He groaned, but her enthusiasm was too endearing to hold a frown. “Yeah, that’s me with my parents. And that one was when I was 8, and they took me to the beach. Ahh, anyway, I’ll leave you to it.”

He backed out of the room hurriedly and headed to the bathroom, realizing only after he had stripped down and plunged into the shower that he had forgotten to bring a change of clothes with him.

No matter – he would slink down the hallway to his bedroom and she wouldn’t see him.

But as he was rinsing the soap off, there was an urgent knock at the door.

“Sorry, but you don’t have another bathroom, do you?” June asked, her voice tight with tension. “I just…really have to pee again. Sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” he said. “The door is open. Come on in.”

Immediately the door opened wide and June rushed in. The shower curtain hanging between them was clear, with a colorful bubbly print that distorted the view of the other side. But June paused for a moment, looking at Hector through the plastic. It was a nice look. He turned the shower off, to better appreciate it.

“I thought you didn’t like peeing in toilets,” he said. “Didn’t you say that, in the woods?”

“That’s true,” she admitted. “I don’t. But when I’m a guest in someone’s home, I don’t really have the luxury…”

“Well, just so you Maltepe Yaşlı Escort know for the future,” Hector said, “If you walk out the back door, you’ll go straight into the woods and no one will see you out there.”

“Tempting,” she said. “But I also want to do it where you can watch me.”

At that, Hector smoothly slid the shower curtain aside from its place between them. He felt curiously unashamed about exposing his entire naked body to her. “I’m watching,” he said; June blushed a little.

But still she didn’t sit on the toilet itself. Hector gazed at her for a moment. “Change your mind?”

“It’s just…”

“Is there something you’d rather do?”

Now she really did blush, all the way to her ears. “Um…well…nevermind.”

He put a hand out to touch her arm, heedless of the water that clung to him. “Tell me.”

“Have you ever thought about…drinking someone’s pee?” she murmured.

It was Hector’s turn to blush. In fact, he had been thinking about that: when she peed heavily in his car, and how the seat below had wicked up the fluid. He’d never tried it before, and didn’t know if he would like it, but seeing June relieving herself like that made him think for the first time that he wouldn’t mind being a receptacle for her relief…

Now she was the one who reached out to touch him. She recognized his own embarrassment as interest. “You have, haven’t you?”

Hector groaned and put his hands over his face. “Yes. Of course. I’ve never been tempted before, but…seeing you, earlier…”

He put his hands down. June met his gaze steadily. “Would you like to try it?” she asked.

When he nodded, June didn’t hesitate; she immediately climbed into the bathtub, simultaneously peeling off her dress and casting it into a corner of the room.

‘I hope I swept the place recently,’ Hector thought as she put a hand on his chest and levered both of them down so that he was lying in the tub, and she straddled him. Then, ‘oh damn, this is actually happening.’

“You sure?” she asked, and he nodded again. “Yes. I’m nervous, but excited. I want you to pee in my mouth. I do.”

She shivered a little above him at the words. “Fuck. It sounds so hot when you say it. Okay. I really can’t hold it any longer.”

“Do it,” Hector said, opening his mouth suggestively. “I’m ready.”

June grinned. Then she turned around so she faced his feet, and scooted backwards on hands and knees: a typical 69 position. June’s ass really was lovely: round and firm, jiggling a little as she moved towards him.

She settled down, pressing their bodies closer together, and bringing her pussy right up against his mouth and chin. Hector obligingly opened his mouth and, daringly, licked her from slit to clit with his tongue pressed flat and wide against her.

June gasped, but it clearly wasn’t unwelcome: she started grinding against his tongue and making whimpers of longing. “Oooh, Hector…” she sighed, and at the sound of his own name coming from her mouth in pleasure, Hector’s erection – which was so far kept at bay by nerves – swelled.

“Oooh, Hector,” June said again, but now with delight. Hector had to admit that despite whatever other personal issues, he certainly wasn’t lacking in size. He was accustomed to the girls he bedded marveling at the appearance of his fully erect cock. But it was still gratifying, especially coming from June.

And then – speaking of personal issues – the hard tight feeling of his own erection tripped that neural circuit and he suddenly went just soft enough to start pissing. Pleasure mingled with relief and he couldn’t see the spray but he could feel it rushing out of his semi-hard cock.

“Ooh! Hector!” June squealed. He realized self-consciously that he hadn’t actually warned June that this was a possibility. They shared an interest in piss, and he had mentioned the worksite injury, but she didn’t know the full extent of his issues. He just felt so comfortable with her, it was as if he assumed he had already told her.

He pulled away from her pussy enough to speak. “Ahh, shit. I’m really sorry about that. I would have warned you if I knew it was coming. The thing is-“

But suddenly June was saying, “Fuck fuck fuck,” and a warm rush of fluid spread over Hector’s chin and cheeks. He clamped his mouth back over her peeing pussy as soon as he realized that he had made an error in pulling away: she was positively gushing.

He didn’t know what to expect – a strange taste? discomfort? gagging and choking? could he possibly drown? – but found instead that her fluids barely tasted like anything. It was easy to swallow it down as she steadily filled his mouth, not just once but Maltepe Zenci Escort several times over.

And when he surfaced to conscious awareness of anything other than the sweet sensation of drinking straight from her source-place, he realized that she was moaning his name still, and that his cock was rock-hard.

June surprised him by taking hold of his cock. She slowly pumped it while emptying the last of her piss onto her tongue. Now that it was just a dribble, Hector felt free to leisurely lick her. He felt gratified by every tremble and whimper while her thighs got tighter and tighter around his ears.

And she stroked his cock steadily, but then – why was he still surprised by anything this marvelous woman did? – lowered her own head and swirled her tongue around the head of her cock before taking him in her mouth nearly down to the base. He groaned into her cunt, which turned into more of a buzzing hum that made her thrust back harder against his tongue.

All of this was getting to be too much for Hector, who felt ready to blow his load, but he ought to warn June of what was likely to follow. The only problem was that she was vigorously humping his face and clinging to him like an octopus, and he didn’t want to peel her off anytime soon; he was enjoying this too much, and wanted to make her come hard.

But while imagining June coming hard as she rode his face, Hector started to spasm, and she encouraged him along with little noises, so when she took him deep in her mouth again he ejaculated against the back of her throat.

His groaning as he came again sent buzzing vibrations against her pussy, and she followed him quickly by shuddering and quaking on top of him in a way he knew had to be an orgasm ripping through her body.

But by then, he was pissing. And oh fuck, this one felt like a deep, nearly soul-cleansing, piss. On the heels of that intense orgasm (with the first woman he’d bedded – or, bathtubbed – in several years), this piss was so satisfying that it extended the sensation of orgasm.

And rather than pulling away, or gagging and choking, or anything like it, June was still making hums of pleasure while she, her lips firm around his cock, drank deeply of him.

This transaction of fluids was impossibly intimate: more intense than anything Hector had experienced with any past sex partner. Even as he finished leaking the last droplets of piss, which June eagerly licked up, his cock was rising again.

“Wait,” Hector said. “I have to tell you something.”

June turned around on her hands and knees so that she was facing him, still straddling his lap. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that?”

He closed his eyes and shook his head. “No. That was…fucking amazing. I just…”

“What’s up?”

“So you remember when I told you about my workplace accident?”

“Yeah?”

“After that surgery, it’s like…things got a little confused, down there. I guess you could call it mixed signals to the brain. Most guys can’t cross over between ejaculating and pissing but it’s like…” he gestured vaguely to his genitals. “I can’t stop it. Sometimes getting horny makes me feel the need to piss, or vice versa. And almost always, I can’t help pissing right after I finish coming.”

He imagined June might adopt a solemn expression: she would nod, and listen, and support him. But he wasn’t expecting the devilish grin that spread across her face in that moment.

“That’s fucking hot,” she said. “You won the workplace injury lottery on that one, huh?”

“…did I?”

She sat back on her heels, still straddling him. The gesture lifted her torso into the air, where her pillowy breasts bounced a little and attracted his gaze. “Don’t you think? It doesn’t cause any pain, does it?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I mean…there is some discomfort. Not physical discomfort though.”

“You mean emotional discomfort?” she quirked an eyebrow at him.

“I guess so.”

June leaned over him and kissed him full on the mouth. “You don’t have anything to worry about with me. There’s no need to be embarrassed about it. I think you’re magnificent. And all of this-” she gestured to him and his cock vaguely. “-really turns me on.”

He pulled her close, the two of them embracing, still lying in the bathtub. “I feel like this is more than I deserve,” he murmured. “But holy fuck, I am so glad I met you.”

“Me too,” she said. “It never would have happened if you hadn’t burst into that clearing and done your thing, embarrassing or not.”

“It was just luck that you were there to see it.”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “Good luck for both of us.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to get out of this bathtub,” Hector said, squirming against the ache in his spine. “Shall I show you the rest of the house?”

“If by that you mean your bedroom, then yes, please,” June said impishly.

So together they took a quick rinse in the shower and then Hector took June by the hand and led her down the hall…

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“Will she appear do you think?” asked Kim.

“Oh yes Kim, I’m in no doubt about that. As a goddess of fate I know the moment of your meeting was pre-ordained. Her life blood runs through you Kim, you must believe she would never turn down this chance to touch her sole heir with her spirit.”

“I’m scared,” Kim sobbed, “of all the weird and wonderful things that have happened to me in Nemesisland, this is the scariest.”

Goddess Nemesis pulled Kim to her and held her in a tight hug, the warmth of her body enveloping her in the heartfelt embrace.

“Don’t cry yet Kim. There will be a time for tears, but not yet. Show fortitude for just a while longer.”

“This is my family isn’t it, my only family?”

“Yes Kim, the Goddess Ziva is your family; you are her ancestor,” she said wiping a tear from her eye, “but stop Kim, look, you’re making me cry now!” she laughed through the tears.

Goddess Nemesis had led Kim into the final part of Nemesisland. They had left the confines of her dungeon domain and thrown open the doors into the open air. They had followed a curious path of hexagon shaped tiles in colours of azure blue, turquoise, yellow and white that led into a wood. Goddess Nemesis explained that this was a deeply spiritual place Kartal Esmer Escort where she came to consort with the other goddess spirits. No mere slave or servant could progress beyond the path into the dark forbidding wood of ancient trees.

Goddess Nemesis turned to Kim, “you do understand, don’t you, why this journey was necessary? Without these trials, without the opening up of your heart, without your devotion and submission to me, you would never have truly believed.”

“Yeah, I get it, really I do. Hey, it’s been wild,” Kim laughed, “I’ve loved every minute of it!”

Goddess Nemesis had changed back into the purple and black pagan dress she had worn in her dungeon, but over it was a black velvet cloak and hood pulled up over her dark hair. Goddess Nemesis and Vicky had helped Kim prepare and get dressed. She was very particular about what Kim should wear and had chosen a gown of shimmering emerald silk for her and decorated her hair with a chain made of yellow primroses and insisted she walk bare-foot through the woods.

“I feel I should be wearing something darker, more sombre,” said Kim.

“No Kim, that’s perfect. It’s the first day of spring and a night of the full moon, a very auspicious moment. It’s a time of re-awakening Kartal Eve Gelen Escort and new beginnings. Spring green is fitting for you Kim. It’s a perfect night. She how the luminous orb of the full moon illuminates our path.”

They both lit candles and then the two women entered into the depths of the dark forest, Goddess Nemesis leading the way. The mystical atmosphere of the woods closed in on them as they made their way slowly through the undergrowth in the candle-lit glow. They broke through into a clearing bounded by gnarled oak trees with a broken tree trunk in its centre arraigned like an altar of natural wood. The glow of the moon shone through the canopy of trees to shed its magical glow on the scene.

“Put your candle down on the trunk Kim. Now, all we can do is wait.”

She gripped Kim’s hand tightly. Kim was breathing heavily. She understood the portent of this moment; she knew this was where she re-connected with her past and also with her destiny. Kim gazed into the dense forest, the tangled dark branches with their emerging buds of new growth, seeking out any hint of movement. It seemed like an age had past, though it was probably only a few minutes, Kim began to doubt whether the Slavic woodland spirit Kartal Evi Olan Escort would appear before them tonight.

Then she caught a glimpse of a shadow in the midnight mist which gradually took shape and formed itself into the figure of a woman and emerged clearly into the edge of the clearing. Cloaked in dark green, she was in the autumn of her life having stalked the forests for centuries. The gazes of the two women met as the Goddess Ziva’s piercing green eyes fixed on Kim appraising the young woman who stood across from her. She stepped forward into the glade and came towards them, the moonlight shining on her curly auburn hair. Kim’s heart was racing. They faced one another. Kim could see clearly now the streams of tears running down the lines of goddess’s care-worn visage and she felt herself welling with emotion. No words were spoken. No words were necessary. Goddess Ziva reached out a hand and gently brushed away the tears forming in Kim’s eyes and took her in her arms and held her.

Ziva turned to Goddess Nemesis, “I know in my heart that it’s so but, tell me, what you have told me is true then, this is my long lost ancestor, my child and heir?”

“There is no doubt sister. We both know it in our hearts but I have verified the facts There can be no shadow of doubt my friend. This is your long lost daughter.”

“Lost, but never forgotten, my spirit has always been reaching out for you and now I have found you. Come to me my dear.”

And under the luminous orb of the full moon spring and autumn green met and embraced.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Getting Settled

Ethan followed me into my house to pack a few things. I shouldn’t have been surprised that he noticed the changes immediately. What was even more surprising was his reaction to them.

I was surveying the contents of my closet and marveling to myself how much easier it was to do so with all of Robert’s clothes gone when Ethan was suddenly behind me. He pressed his chest against my back with a force that caught my attention right away. He shoved the hanging clothes aside, making a clear space in front of me.

“Grab a hold of the bar and don’t let go.”

There was a menacing tone to his voice, a real sense of raw urgency that grabbed me instantly. I didn’t hesitate to do as he instructed.

He reached up and released my bra and moved his hands beneath the fabric to knead my breasts as he uttered gruff words near my ear.

“I’m going to fuck you right here in this closet.”

I released all the breath in my lungs in one huff and then buried my face in my arm.

“You can’t hide that you want it.”

I shook my head even though it was exactly what I wanted.

Ethan unbuttoned my pants to give him enough room to shove his hand into my underwear. “You are such a little liar. Your cunt is fucking soaked already.”

He unzipped my pants and stripped them down my legs along with my panties. He removed them as he slipped off my shoes, then he hoisted my left foot up onto the shoe rack, knocking several pairs of shoes to the floor in the process.

He shoved his fingers inside me and roughly fucked me. I could hear his zipper opening. I realized that he was unfastening his shorts as he worked me. Then he was entering me in one fluid motion. His swollen cock felt enormous. My body was straining to accept his thickness.

Ethan took my hair in his fist. “Let go of the bar and press your hands flat against that wall.”

I did as he asked.

“Lower. Lock your elbows.”

My hands walked down the wall until my back was almost parallel with the floor. Ethan’s steel cock sank deeper inside me and I shuddered.

“You like the way that feels, don’t you, my little slut?”

The walls of my pussy contracted at his words. I hated how it betrayed me like that. I should’ve been humiliated by the way he was fucking me. But I was only filled with a wanton desire at that point.

“I love that you want to be fucked hard. That you come this way.”

Ethan began drilling me slowly as he spoke. I could feel Every. Single. Inch. The angle was unbelievable.

“I love the way your greedy little cunt milks my cock. It’s so much more honest about what it wants than you are.”

He increased the pace and I fought to keep my elbows and knees locked in place. My foot slid along the shoe rack and I heard more shoes tumble onto the floor. My body began to tremble as my climax was approaching.

But just then Ethan slowed his pace. I whined and then quickly bit my lip. I pushed back and arched my back as much as possible to indicate I wanted him to continue.

“I know what you want, but that’s not going to work. Say it, Grace. Beg me for it.”

“Please, Ethan. Don’t stop. I want to come.”

Ethan deepened his stroke but didn’t increase the pace to where I wanted it. “More, Grace. Let me hear the slut in you.”

“Ohhhhh.” Every time he said that, it just drew me that much closer to orgasm. “Please fuck me. Give it to me hard the way I like it. Please.”

“Are you my slut?”

I nodded, “Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I’m your slut. All yours. Please fuck me.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s what I wanted to hear.”

Ethan rammed his hips into me as he held onto my shoulder and continued at a frenetic pace. It was my undoing. I unraveled almost immediately into a wicked climax that just kept rolling over me in one delicious wave after the next.

Ethan growled his release, cursing half sentences about my milking cunt. I positively adored it that he couldn’t contain his climax because of it. It made the playing field with us a little more even, since I couldn’t seem to contain myself, either.

He pulled out of me and I started to drop my foot to the ground as I felt his cum gushing down my inner thigh. His hand was right there to stop me, though.

“No. Stay there. I want to watch my cum leak out of you.”

His voice hadn’t changed. He was still the gruff, dominant man who’d just taken me.

He fingered the wetness on my inner thighs and then ran his slick fingers all around my sex. He moved his fingers up and circled my anus. I instinctively tensed and he responded by rubbing my back. But his fingers kept moving in circles, pressing harder with each round until one of his digits was slipping in just a fraction of an inch.

“I’m not going to take you here right now. But I will. Someday soon.”

There was something about the way he announced it like that. As if I had no choice in the matter. It got me. If he’d have asked me if I wanted to have anal sex my answer would have been, without a doubt, no. But I found myself wanting Pendik escort bayan it. Because he wants it? And then it dawned on me. Because he expects it of me.

There was a difference.

I couldn’t exactly sort out why it made all the difference in the world, but I thought it had something to do with his confidence in me. It gave me strength I wouldn’t have had otherwise.

I blew out my breath and made a conscious effort to relax as he explored me there. His finger was sinking deep inside my anus. It didn’t hurt. It just felt strange. Uncomfortable; but mostly because it felt like I might release my bowels on him. After several minutes of it, that fear began to subside.

He let his finger slip all the way out and then massaged my butt cheek for a moment before his hand came down in a hard slap.

I yelped my surprise.

He swatted me again four more times in rapid succession. Hard.

This time I protested. “Owww…Ethan…”

“Do you want more?”

I shook my head.

“I don’t like whining. If you have an issue with how I handle something, you need to find the words to say it. Whining is something children and dogs do. Understand?”

I nodded my head, “I understand. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want you to apologize after you’ve been punished. It’s in the past now.”

Ethan directed my raised foot to the floor and lifted me toward him. He pulled off my shirt and bra and discarded them and then pulled me into his arms. His soft cotton tee shirt felt luxurious against my bare breasts.

He rubbed his cheek over the crown of my head as he held me to his chest.

“You were busy last night.”

I nodded.

“It’s an incredible turn on for me knowing that you are serving me even when we’re apart. But I hope there won’t be many more times like that. Pick up my shorts for me.”

He released his grasp on me and I knelt in front of him to lift his shorts. I realized with amusement that he had no underwear and was still standing in the leg holes. I leaned into his thighs to rub my neck against his partially stiff dick as I was pulling his shorts up his legs. I glanced up to his face and caught him grinning.

He took the waistband from my grip and zipped and fastened his shorts.

“Reach into my right pocket.”

I did as he asked and pulled out the only object there. It was a key. The key I’d left on his countertop.

“I want to be clear this time about why I’m giving this to you. I have no secrets from you. I’m not seeing anyone else. I want you in my home and in my life, Grace. Is that something you want, too?”

I didn’t have to think about the answer. My head was nodding even before I could process how I wanted to say it. “Yes, I want that, too.”

“Good. Then no more bullshit about not fitting into my world. This is my world. And I think we fit just fine, don’t you?”

I nodded and smiled up at him.

“Get dressed and packed. Quickly. It’s getting late.”

And just like that it was settled. No dramatic display, no ceremony, no formal words of commitment. He was with me and I was with him.

I gathered my things quickly, not bothering to straighten the mess we’d left in the closet. I thought we might get a kick out of it next time we were there, anyway. Whenever that is. Quite frankly, I didn’t care if I ever stepped foot in that house again. It never felt like home to me, anyway.

Ethan was chewing on something in the kitchen when I approached with an overnight bag that was obviously stuffed with more than one change of clothing.

“I’m starving.”

I nodded, “Me, too. I was going to make you dinner earlier.”

“You were? God, I’m sorry I missed that. Will you make me dinner tomorrow night?”

I nodded.

“John left me a message on my phone. They’re having a few couples over Saturday night. I texted him that we’d be there.”

“Okay. You weren’t even going to check to see if I had plans first?”

Ethan shook his head. “Nope.” He watched me intently to gauge my reaction.

I chuckled and just walked toward him. I knew it was how things were going to be with us going forward. I also knew that if I did have a legitimate scheduling conflict, he would resolve it one way or another. I didn’t have to worry about that.

Ethan held a chip to my lips and I opened my mouth to let him feed me. My stomach grumbled its appreciation loud enough for both of us to hear it.

Ethan chuckled. “Maybe we should stop at Taco Bell on the way home.”

I nodded profusely.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

***

We crashed in his bed that night, too exhausted to do anything else, and too full from the fast food we gobbled down at his kitchen counter before retiring to the bedroom.

Ethan did make it a point to gently inform me that I was not allowed to wear anything to bed. Ever. No exceptions. I tried to reason with him about a certain time of the month, which was going to be upon us in another few days, but he held his ground.

“I don’t care if I have to change the sheets every day. I’ll buy more Escort Pendik sheets.”

There were some other minor things that we worked out. They weren’t rules, exactly, more like preferences. It was no different than any other couple learning about each other and figuring out how to make living together work. Even though there was never any question as to who set the policies, I never once felt like I was being bullied into them. I even swayed him on a couple of ideas when I had a good argument.

The only difference I could detect with Ethan and I was how much sex we were having. I was literally hot for him all the time. So much different than I’d been with Robert. I almost ruined dinner Friday night because Ethan came home ravenous for sex and neither of us could wait until after we ate.

At my computer screen I read over the last sentence I’d written for the fourth time before just sighing and sitting back in my chair. Ethan looked up from the book he was reading.

“Something wrong?”

“I’m not in the mood to write right now.”

“We already discussed this.”

“I know we did, but you can’t force it.”

“I’m not forcing you to work on your book. Start a journal. A blog. Answer emails.”

“But no surfing or reading books.”

“That’s correct. Not unless the surfing involves research.”

It was still early enough in our relationship to find his gross exercise of control a little cute. I wondered just how cute I was going to think it was in another week. Or a month.

I tapped my fingernails on the keys without pressing any of them. The staccato beat was satisfying to me. I stared at my knuckles and started tapping out the beat of the song in my head. Something made me look up and across the room.

Ethan was staring blankly at me. My fingers instantly stilled. A question popped into my head.

“What am I going to wear tonight?”

Ethan didn’t hesitate to answer. “Something casual. I’ll help you pick something out.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Jeans and a t-shirt.”

“What color shirt?”

“Black.”

“What goes on at these parties?”

“Depends on who is there. Drinking. Talking. Smoking, maybe.”

“Pot?”

“Sometimes.”

“Will we be drinking and smoking?”

“I hadn’t planned on it. Is that something you want to do?”

“I like to drink socially.”

Ethan remained silent, not committing to an answer.

“Do people sometimes, you know, play?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to play?”

“I want you to watch how other couples play.”

I sat there in silence for a few moments, staring aimlessly at my screen.

“Do you have any more questions about tonight?”

I shook my head.

“Good. Because that just added fifteen minutes onto your time in that chair.”

“What? That’s not fair.” There’s no way we just talked for fifteen minutes.

“I rounded up.”

My jaw dropped and then my lips formed the word, ‘Oh’. I shifted in my seat and turned my attention to my writing.

A solid two hours later, Ethan stood over me telling me to save my work and back it up because it was time to get ready. I’d gone over my required time by 45 minutes. I wanted to keep going, but Ethan wasn’t giving me the option.

***

John and Melissa lived in an older house on one of the ‘M’ streets off lower Greenville. It was the house John grew up in. When his parents decided they’d had enough of living in that part of town, they bought a townhouse farther north and let John take over the payments.

Melissa had been living with John for over two years as his sub. They made a cute couple. He called her Mimi and doted on her as if they’d just started dating. It was hard to tell who was really in charge in that relationship. He doled out the orders, but I got the impression she held most of the power.

There were certain protocols in place that I noticed right way. John asked Ethan what we were drinking and then he told Melissa what to bring. The other dominants addressed each other but didn’t make notice of me until Ethan introduced me to them. The way they operated was so natural to them, as if this was the way all couples interacted at gatherings. I felt like I’d stepped into another country.

When we walked into the living room, the other female subs were all sitting on the floor, so naturally I followed suit. I wondered why Ethan hadn’t told me all this before we arrived, but then again, it wasn’t hard to figure out.

Melissa brought me a glass of wine. After she handed it to me, Ethan whispered to me to sip it because it was the last one I was getting that evening. He drank a coke.

I shifted my legs around a few times to find a position that was comfortable. The problem was that I wasn’t used to sitting on the floor in a skirt. It was what Ethan picked out for me to wear. I finally settled between Ethan’s calves, my weight on one hip, with my arm wrapped around his one leg and my legs curled around his other ankle. When at last I stilled, Ethan rested his hand on the back of my neck and gently Pendik Rus Escort stroked me with his fingertips. I guessed that it was his way of reassuring me. I liked it.

Melissa joined us on the floor and started chatting right away. There were actually two conversations going. The louder and deeper discussion between the Doms and the softer, almost whispered talk near ground level.

When Melissa’s boisterous voice got too loud, John would squeeze her shoulder to remind her to keep it down. I was so fascinated by the room dynamic that I wasn’t paying any attention to what was being said. Then a hushed outburst of giggles caught my attention.

One of the subs, Ginger, was relaying something that’d happened at the dungeon the weekend before. From what I could gather, having missed the first part, was that some poor girl tripped and fell into another couple. She’d been trying a new pair of platform boots and went head-first into the lap of a Mistress. Thankfully, the Mistress had a real good sense of humor. Without missing a beat, she held the girl’s head in place and asked who she should thank for the gift.

Melissa was interested in the details of who the people were so while Ginger was trying to remember names, I turned my attention to the other conversation. They were discussing some trade in sports. I didn’t recognize any of the names and couldn’t even tell which sport they were talking about.

It was just like every party I’d ever attended with Robert. All the women gathered in the kitchen to gossip while the men sat around the living room or out on the patio talking sports. Only we were all in the same room. I wrapped my arm tighter around Ethan’s calf. I like this way better.

I was still silently floating from one conversation to the next when I heard Holly’s name mentioned. My full attention turned to Melissa.

“…out on the patio. Naked. Smoking a joint.”

Ginger leaned forward and giggled. “You’re kidding?”

“No. We’ve always known Parker was a nudist, so that part didn’t surprise John.”

“Oh, wow. Wait until Sammy hears this.”

“Why?”

“She’s after Harley. Big time.”

From what I could make out, John had caught Holly at his uncle’s house. It was a relief. Not just because she had moved onto someone else, but because maybe she could settle down like she wanted. A nudist. In the country. Sounds like a match made in heaven.

It was clear that Melissa and Ginger were the sources of gossip around the circle. China, the other sub, didn’t say a word. After a few moments, though, China held out her hand and waved to the other two who immediately quieted so they could eavesdrop on the other conversation.

The topic had changed. The Doms were talking about their plans. For the evening. For all of us.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Ginger & Doc

“I thought as a warm-up, maybe Kimber here could read some of her erotica for us. Mimi has marked one of her favorite chapters. What do you say, Ethan?”

I picked up on John’s queue right away and was smart enough not to look up at Ethan. It wasn’t my decision to make.

“Yeah, she can do that.”

“Great. Mimi baby, go get your book. Do you guys want to stay here or move into the playroom?”

China’s Dom, Deke answered. “This is fine with me.”

Ginger’s Dom nodded his head. I couldn’t see if Ethan responded.

Mimi returned and handed me the book. She nonchalantly set a pen down on the floor next to me and winked. I assumed she wanted me to sign it. It was an odd thought to me. I was hardly a world-class author or anything. I was sitting on the floor of their living room, for God’s sake.

Ethan extended his hand to take my wine glass from me. I was reluctant to hand it over. I took a healthy gulp just before releasing it. Ethan’s low chuckle was barely audible.

John had changed the lighting while Mimi was retrieving the book. The lamp on the table next to Ethan provided the only substantial light source in the room, enabling me to read the text.

I flipped to the chapter that was clearly bookmarked and skimmed over it. It was from my first book so it was one I hadn’t read in awhile. I didn’t choose it for the larger group meetings because it contained a very graphic group sex scene that I just didn’t think I was ready to read out loud.

My mouth felt dry all of a sudden. I twisted my neck toward Ethan and reached my hand toward my wine.

Ethan stroked my arm and gently lowered it. “John, can I get a glass of water?”

John tapped Melissa and she hopped up to fetch a glass. It wasn’t what I had in mind. It was these small things that were the most difficult to adjust to. The larger decisions, like where we go, how we spend our time, weren’t as difficult to surrender. It just felt normal for him to decide those things. In a way, I’d always given those decisions over to whomever I was seeing. But these insignificant choices, like what I eat and drink, where I sit, what I say, were so much more awkward to give up. They’d always been my decisions to make.

Ethan hadn’t made a bad choice yet. In fact, he considered my health in his decisions far more than I had ever done. I was beginning to realize that he respected me more than I did, which was something I’d been spending a lot of time mulling over in my busy brain. I hated what that said about me.

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She Wears The Trousers

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I knew that Wendy was a strong willed, ambitious woman when we met. She had been active in a left wing feminist group at University and had landed a good job with prospects after leaving. In contrast I am not a high achiever and dropped out of Uni after a couple of years. Since then I have had a number of low paid jobs and am presently unemployed. To be honest I am rather lazy and cannot understand what Wendy sees in me. I am happy for her to take most of the important decisions in our lives. Just lately she has suggested that I make a few changes to my appearance indicating that it might help our sexual relationship.

We met at a party and it was Wendy who picked me up. Wendy rarely wears skirts and on this occasion had on a smart, well cut jacket and trousers. She is tall and I remember staring at the level of her cleavage as I am a good six inches smaller than her.

I had been persuaded to wear a kilt to the party. Knowing I am Scottish some of my mates had dared me to wear it saying that women find them sexy. I had been on my own for some months and hoped I might find myself a girlfriend. As the night went on I realised it was hopeless as my shyness prevented me from talking to the women who were there. As usual most already seemed to be taken anyway. Wendy was on her own but seemed way out of my league. We made eye contact across the room and she smiled and appeared to be sizing me up. She strolled over and kissed me on the lips as if we knew each other.

“Can I buy you a drink, pretty boy?” She said “I want to know if what they say about Scots men and kilts is true.”

She came back with a large glass of red wine (I had asked for a small one).

“Well, what about it?” she asked grinning “Let’s go somewhere private and you can show me”

Having had a few drinks I was emboldened enough to say;

“How about if I show you mine you’ll show me yours?”

Wendy was amused but just said; “We’ll see.”

Behind the locked bathroom door I hiked up my kilt to reveal an old fashioned pair of pale blue Y fronts.

“Oh dear.” Wendy said “They will never do.”

I still had both hands holding my kilt up and she quickly grasped the offending pants and pulled them off. I meekly lifted up each leg as she took them off me completely.

I let the kilt fall to hide my penis which had begun to stand to attention.

“Now you are a proper Scotsman” she said smiling broadly. “Just stay where you are, you can watch me have a pee.”

Without any trace of embarrassment Wendy pulled down her slacks and panties and sat on the toilet. A huge flood of urine poured out of her as she sat with her legs open showing off her nicely trimmed pussy. I was entranced and more than a little aroused by her forward behaviour.

“Come over here and kneel in front of me. I want you to lick me please. You can wipe off the piss drips first if you like.”

I knelt before her as instructed and paid homage to that wonderful part of her anatomy. This was a new experience for me but I loved the feeling of subservience to such a beautiful woman. My tongue explored inside the folds of her cunt and her clitoris became engorged with blood and rose up from it’s hiding place.

“I hope you like my clittie Simon dear. It’s quite big isn’t it? I’d love it if you gave it a suck. Not too roughly. Be gentle with it like a good boy. That’s it. Lovely.”

I was able to get quite a lot of her clitoris in my mouth and gently sucked on it. Wendy was moaning with pleasure so I carried on until she orgasmed.

We went back into the party, drank some more and kissed and cuddled on a sofa until the party ended. Wendy insisted on throwing my underpants in the dustbin. She took pleasure in letting other guests catch glimpses of my bare backside as we danced. It embarrassed me but the alcohol helped me cope. I was so happy to be with Wendy and was hoping she would want to see me again. I was not to get a chance to bring myself off with her that night although I masturbated back at my flat to the memory of what had happened. I remembered the part of the night when the others were laughing at my bare bottom and it was a turn on. She had taken my mobile number and said she would ring soon.

She rang me a week later. Apparently she had a live in boyfriend but they had argued a lot and she had just thrown him out. She told me she was looking for a man who would be easier to get along with; someone fairly undemanding. We went out on a few dates and soon afterwards I moved in to her apartment. After the intimacy of our first meeting I expected frequent sexual intercourse but three months had passed Kurtköy Yabancı Escort and although we were sleeping in the same bed I had yet to achieve penetration of that delectable cunt of hers. I was happy being with Wendy. She was good fun, with a wicked sense of humour and I enjoyed the envious looks of other men when we were out together, so, not wanting to rock the boat, I didn’t push it.

As for sex, there was plenty of the kind from our first meeting. Wendy worked long hours and would come home exhausted. I had a part time job and would usually make the evening meal. She loved it that I didn’t mind doing household chores. She bought me a frilly apron with flowers on it and said I must be wearing it when she came home. Some days, as soon as she arrived at home she would strip off her power suit, sit on the sofa by the fire and point to the ground in front of her. This was my signal to kneel there and begin cunnilingus. I loved to reach for her wispy panties and pull them slowly down her legs, carefully folding them before putting my mouth to her cunt.

She would talk lovingly to me as I sucked and licked her, stroking my hair which I had begun to grow long as she liked it that way.

One day whilst I was on my knees she said;

“Suck that clittie, there’s a good boy. I get so excited seeing you in that pretty apron darling. It gets me all wet. I’ve noticed how you treat my panties dear. You like them don’t you?” I nodded as I sucked. “I want you to wear ladies panties yourself from now on darling. You’d like to do that wouldn’t you? Stop for a second and answer me.”

“Yes, I would, if it makes you happy my dear.”

My answer seemed to excite her even more and she roughly pulled my face back to her pussy, holding it there tightly until her orgasm came.

She threw out all my underpants and we went together to buy my panties. She made me blush telling the shop assistant that they were for me. She would turn up the heating and make me strip off down to my panties and apron in the house. In contrast she would wear men’s pyjamas.

It was around this time that I lost my flat. I had neglected to pay rent, gas and electricity bills. Wendy seemed pleased. Thinking back now I think she wanted to be more in control. One night as I was ironing one of the white shirts she liked to wear for work she said;

“Darling, I’ve been talking to mum about you. I told her that you like to wear ladies panties. You don’t mind do you?”

I blushed bright red, but my cock stood up. I was just wearing a thin pair of panties as I had taken off the apron whilst ironing as I had got very hot. Wendy spotted my erection.

“I think I have my reply. Your little pecker has answered for you. You get all worked up if something happens that embarrasses you don’t you? I think I’ll ask her to come over so you can see the look on her face yourself. She laughed when I told her but I could tell that it excites her like it excites me.”

“Yes, you like me to excite you and bring you off but you never do the same for me. Bring me off I mean.” I answered petulantly.

“I wondered how long it would take you to bring that up. I do like to get you all excited though don’t I? I expect you jerk off when I’m out at work don’t you? My mum thinks you would enjoy a spanking. Do you ever jerk off thinking about me smacking you on your little botty?”

Again I flushed crimson. I did fantasise about such things. After a long silence I nodded my head dumbly.

“Mmmm… I think I can help you there. You had better be on your best behaviour from now on. And do all the chores without complaint. As for fucking, we will have to see. To be honest I hadn’t thought of you in that way. I don’t suppose you’ve jerked off imagining me with other men have you?”

Once again she was spot on. I hung my head with embarrassment but my penis had leapt to attention once again.

A week after this discussion Wendy’s mum Mabel came to stay for the weekend.

She is in her late fifties and divorced. What my mum used to call mutton dressed as lamb but still okay looking. She fixed me with a stern look and from the minute she arrived she ordered me around as if I was a servant. I found her short skirt and low neckline quite distracting.

“Have you got your panties on today Simon?” she said with a smirk shortly after she arrived. “If so I’d like to see them.”

Wendy grinned and asked me to drop my trousers.

I’d been expecting this and had put on a dark blue pair with frilly edges. I was hoping she might not notice my erection. Mabel was keen to inspect them closely Kurtköy Yeni Escort so my arousal was obvious to her.

“He’s quite excitable isn’t he Wendy?” When she reached over to touch my penis I stepped back with a jerk.

“It’s okay Simon. She won’t hurt you.” Wendy said. She was enjoying my embarrassment.

“Well you might get a spanking off me if you don’t behave.” Mabel said. “I just wanted to check your cock out for size.” I felt like repeating what my mum used to tell me — (“You don’t look with your hands.”) but stood patiently whilst Mabel stroked it through the panties then pulled the panties down.

“You were right about the size Wendy, it’s a bit like a chipolata sausage. Still, a cock’s a cock when all’s said and done. Thanks for letting me have a peak.” Mabel addressed this to Wendy as if it was not up to me.” I don’t see much cock these days. I’ll be happy to help with his training.”

“You can pull your panties back up again darling. Don’t mind my mum. I think she’s taken quite a shine to you.” I did so; then hid my panties inside my trousers.

Whilst Mabel seemed to ignore me for most of the rest of the evening she was careless about showing herself and I caught glimpses of her knickers from time to time. She was not wearing a bra and her large breasts came into view whenever she bent forwards. She drank a fair bit of wine so that as time went on the glimpses of the intimate parts of her body became more frequent. Wendy had forbidden any “self abuse” for the last two weeks promising something special this weekend. I tried not to look but found I could not resist. Wendy could tell it was making me horny and was more flirtatious than usual. Mabel kissed me hard on the lips as she went to bed, grabbing my willy playfully for a second.

In bed Wendy gave me a big kiss and pushed my head down for the oral servicing she often enjoyed. As we lay together after her orgasm Wendy reached down for my cock and whispered;

“I have to slip into work tomorrow morning. You will be kind to my mum whilst I’m away won’t you darling?” She was pulling on my cock as she said this and within seconds my orgasm came, spurting semen all over her hand and body.

“It didn’t take much to make you come sweetie pie. I said this weekend would be special. Now lick it all up for me.” I did so willingly. “Isn’t come tasty darling? I want you to eat it for me every time you jerk off. Will you do that for me, my pretty? You’ve tasted it before haven’t you?”

I had found the taste rather bland but there was something subservient about eating come which appealed to me.

“Never tasted it before. I will if you want me to. But I’d much rather lick it off your body like I did just now.”

“Maybe you will dear. Now do you think you could start wearing a nighty in bed from now on? I’d love it if you would. Just think how excited it would get both of us.”

How could I refuse such a tempting offer.

Wendy left the house early. I got up shortly after her. I was a little scared of Mabel without her daughter around so I busied myself with my chores to take my mind off her. She was having a lie in. At about 9.30am she came down in one of Wendy’s dressing gowns looking a little hung over.

“Get me a couple of paracetamols like a good little sissy. There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

I fetched them with a glass of water and after gulping them down she looked me in the eyes accusingly.

“I saw you ogling my legs and cleavage last night you dirty little pervert. You’ve been a naughty boy haven’t you? I bet you saw right up my skirt to my panties didn’t you?”

I nodded, dreading what was to come, but also strangely excited.

“Bend over the kitchen table whilst I go and get the paddle. You’d better strip off completely first.”

I took off all my clothes and bent over the table. Mabel took her time, knowing that keeping me waiting was guaranteed to rack up the tension. I felt a strange tingling in my rear end. It was one of my sexual fantasies about to come true.

“I told Wendy that sissies like to be disciplined. You want me to do this don’t you?”

“Yes, please ma’am. I’ve been naughty and deserve to be punished. Please give me a good spanking.”

She laid into me with the rubber paddle giving me about twenty strikes on my bare bottom. I pleaded for her to stop after the first ten and soon after that began to sob. Tears were pouring down my cheeks but I sincerely thanked her at the end.

She became more friendly then and we kissed and hugged for a couple of minutes.

“I think I’ve Kurtköy Masaj Salonu got something for you that we both might enjoy.” Mabel said, spying my growing erection. “You know Wendy’s had a number of lesbian affairs don’t you?”

I was taken aback by this but Mabel had left the room before I had time to reply.

“Spanking you has made me randy.” She said on her return. “Look what I’m wearing. It’s what Wendy uses on her girlfriends.”

Mabel removed the dressing gown. She was naked underneath apart from a strap on penis. The contraption was designed so that her cunt was stimulated by the movement of the rubber cock.

“Get down on the floor on your hands and knees Sissy Simon. I want to fuck you up your sissy pussy. Don’t worry I’ve brought KY jelly to help my cock go in. I bet you’ve always secretly wanted to get a good fucking.”

“The cock was of average size and, showing patience and restraint, Mabel finally, after several tries, pushed the rubber todger in all the way up to the balls. She quickly established a nice rhythm reaching round to pull on my willy. She clearly enjoyed this kind of fucking judging by her noisy orgasms and after the first few thrusts I was getting into it as well. It was so strange to be the one being fucked but, with so many things happening to me that were equally strange, I was enjoying it wholeheartedly. I shot my load on the carpet having held on without coming for a number of minutes. Afterwards Mabel became quite tender towards me. She kissed me warmly on the lips and thanked me for her “first proper fuck for a long time”.

Wendy was not told about our intimacy on her return home but clearly sensed that something had happened. After I had made and served lunch she suggested that I might like to “get comfortable” and strip down to my girly apron and panties.

Mabel said she had an idea.

“Simon might like to wear a pair of my used ones. How about it, Simon?”

I looked across at Wendy who smiled and nodded. Mabel hiked up her skirt and quickly removed the yellow pair she had on, holding them close to my nose for me to take a sniff. I self consciously drew in a deep breath through my nose.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you Simon? I bet you two have been up to stuff whilst I was out haven’t you?” Wendy said.

I blushed and Mabel just promised to tell her later. I stripped off in front of them and put on the apron and panties. Wendy and Mabel sat and chatted amiably whilst I tidied up around them, bringing them cups of tea, washing up the lunchtime things and generally looking after them.

“You toddle off and make the dinner. There’s something I want to talk to mum about.” Wendy said after a time.

As I prepared the vegetables and peeled the potatoes I could hear them whispering in the living room. I dare not eavesdrop as my bottom was smarting after the spanking earlier and I was not in the mood for any more. There was a great deal of laughter, so I knew it was me they were discussing.

Some half an hour later I was summoned through.

Wendy stood up as I came in looking strong and authoritative. She was still in the power suit she wore for the office.

“You like feminine things don’t you Simon?”

I nodded affirmatively.

“I’m very pleased with your training so far but want to take things a step further. From now on I want you to dress as a woman all the time. You will have to give up your job at the DIY store but there may be girly jobs you could do. Only part time of course, I need you at home to carry out you wifely duties.”

“Wifely duties?” I said, not understanding.

“Yes. Mum says you are becoming a good sissy. I want you to be my little wifey at home. There will be other changes to come but I think you will adapt quite well judging from our chat the other day and what mum has just told me. Well darling? What do you think?”

This didn’t seem such a huge change and although I was fearful I knew deep down it was what I wanted. For some reason I became a bit tearful and Wendy gave me a big hug and so did Mabel making me cry more; was it out of gratitude?

“You’ve settled in well here and it isn’t as if you have anywhere else to go, have you?” Wendy said smiling, taking my silence as consent.

Later after dinner Wendy put a very tastefully filmed porno movie on the DVD involving power games between three lesbians. I was soon put to work with my head between, first Wendy’s legs and then Mabel’s legs. I was happy to service them and was turned on by the idea of mother and daughter being so raunchy and free in front of each other. We stayed in the house together on Sunday, me trying on their clothes, until Mabel had to return home. As we were saying goodbye at the door Mabel dropped her knickers, stepped out of them and pointed to the floor. I knelt and got my head under her skirt licking her pussy a second time as she stood above me. What a weekend!

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***Disclaimer***

This story is pure fiction, all characters are inspired by real people and real kinky desires.

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The name’s Ken. Young male, 23, in college studying engineering. I graduated early from high school to pursue my career and go on to apply my studies to real technology. Little did I know that my knowledge would become excellent dominance and power. I was going to rule all of space and time, and here I was in my dorm room jerking off to more videos of women expressing their milky breasts. Odd? Not so much. I was never breastfed as a child and so in turn I felt like I had the curse of getting incredibly turned on by lactating women.

I had been taking a break from a project that applied to the simple engineering of a clock and how it could be applied to a mathematical theory about actual time in terms of earthly revolutions. I know what you’re thinking, time is only a fig of our imagination in order to measure our maturation and social advancement. But for whatever reason I felt it was so much more.

Anyway, I grasped my shaft firmly as I watched the milk trickle and get squeezed out of this sexy blonde woman’s large breasts. How desperate I was to suckle from this virtual momma that teased me so from the screen. My adrenaline rushed and then peaked at my favorite part of this video. I came strongly into a bundle of tissues and cleaned myself up.

I had to get back to work, I just knew I might be on the brink of something.

I didn’t have much luck with the ladies. I was just a nerd. I had the opportunity a few times to actually have a dry nursing session with a few different women. These encounters were actually quite successful but damn it wasn’t enough.

Exhausted, and not willing to go on after a satisfying climax, I bundled up into bed. The shell of the black watch and its copper guts that spread out from its gears sat firmly on top of my desk as I said my prayers and wished with all my heart to come to a milky breast in my dreams.

It was as if by destiny, I was sent a granted desire. Overnight, and over some awful nightmares I awoke to a feint green glow from the watch that I had left on my desk. The copper wires no longer looked flimsy, and as a matter of fact, the watch was fixed. The wires looked like a hybrid of fiber optics and some other reflective alloy and in the center showed the date, current time; all above the feint green glow of what looked like a gem. It reminded me of the old Marvel comics concept of the crystal of time from the Infinity Gauntlet.

I’m nerding out again aren’t I?

I picked it up, shocked, confused, and almost half angry. It was not my design.

I opened the door to my room and found my roommates sitting on the couch watching our university’s football team playing at Ohio State.

“Guys, what the fuck did I tell you all about not touching my shit, especially stuff that I’m working on for class?!” I spat at them trying to half figure out if it was them. I did so because I didn’t believe that neither one was mentally capable of assembling quite the design.

“Calm down Ken, what the fuck are you talking about?” said Jack.

Fred looked over to my hand and exclaimed in an impressed manner, Ataşehir Türbanlı Escort “Hey Ken cool watch man!”

It couldn’t have been Fred. He liked it too much for him to ever even have seen it before. It was obvious that it looked like he really thought it was an accessory for looks.

“Whoa seriously! Damn Ken, you should make your own watch company. You could sell that cool looking thing for a fortune.” Jack added.

Touchdown! Our offense had gotten past the goal line in a tough huddle.

I was very puzzled, observed the watch in my hands, so intricate and complex. “Wait, so you guys have never seen this thing before?” I asked for clearance.

“Heck no dude. Hell we hardly see you anymore. Still though, awesome looking watch bro; you should let me borrow it when I go out to parties” Jack continued.

I had to figure out what happened to my carcass of a watch before it morphed overnight. I needed coffee though to get my day started and we were fresh out. Damn, I was going to have to go down to the coffee shop where all the damn sorority chicks would visit religiously.

In the meantime, I’d wear the darn thing, for looks, as Jack and Fred had seen it. I pulled on some shorts, shoes, and a Metallica tee. I headed out and walked about five minutes across the campus to the coffee shop.

Mocha latté, $4.50, cha-ching.

I made my way back out of the shop as I rubbed past extra-large tees and leggings that these sisters wore. Every now and then I would imagine if any of them concealed large milky breasts underneath so much unneeded cotton.

I happily sipped the hot beverage as I walked and observed the park that separated my dorm from the coffee shop. Some of the locals would come here to walk dogs and to jog. I perused around as I finished my coffee and then proceeded to return to investigate this darn contraption. I got distracted by a woman in the distance that was jogging my way in only a sports bra and leggings. Very beautiful brunette and from what I could see from her white Nike sports bra, she was carrying quite a load on her chest. I seemed to have been mesmerized pretty hard as I felt myself trip.

Gravity sent me forward and my chin landed on my wrist right on top of the watch’s concave display. I just heard a feint “whoosh” noise after contact. I didn’t know what it was but I fell pretty hard and got up, dusting myself off.

I exclaimed “I’m alright! I lived!” in a goofy manner to amuse the jogger who was now only 15 feet away from me. No response. As a matter of fact, she looked frozen, her eyes piercing through me. The noises of wind, nearby neighborhood cars and her steps did not exists.

I looked around almost too frightened and shocked to know what the hell was going on. It was as if I had frozen time. My steps and me moving around still made sound but all reality as I knew it was still. I looked at the watch and saw the digits blinking along with a “I I” that meant for pause.

“No fucking way” was all I could murmur to myself. My dreams and theories that time was a graspable concept were suddenly a reality. I walked over to the jogger and wave my hands in front of her face. Nothing. No blink, no Ataşehir Otele Gelen Escort flinch. My cock took over my brain, and suddenly I found myself smiling uncontrollably.

My hand slowly rose up gently and met with her shoulder. Still nothing. I confidently then followed her collar down to her chest. I landed my palms over her breasts. They looked like about a D cup. I was very distracted before and fell due to the exciting sight of her nipples greeting the world even under the compression fabric. My thumbs struck over them as I began to toy and grope.

“No fucking way!” I breathed in as I continued my assault on them. She was hot and I knew where this would lead. I slid my fingers down under her breasts, pinched the fabric, and proceeded to pull it up to reveal these gorgeous tits.

It took a little bit of effort due to the compression but there they were. Two large beautiful breasts topped with a rosy areola and dark pink nipples.

I took a step back to admire and to clear my head to see if I was dreaming or not.

My eyes were fixed on these magnificent breasts before me. Please be lactating, please oh please be lactating I thought as my heart raced. They looked ample enough and I could see tiny pale veining on the surface of them.

I couldn’t wait any longer, I got in close, carried her body, (which she was light), over to the nearest bench, sat her down on my lap and dug my face onto her right breast like a fat kid into a cake.

I latched and began to suckle. MMMMMmmmmmmmm…

It had been a while since I had suckled and nursed from a breast, and this was just as good as any time. I was engulfed and though I knew I wasn’t getting any milk, and probably wasn’t I was enjoying myself like an infant being breastfed. It was blissful and her nipple was feeling slightly longer in my mouth as I sucked and had my tongue massaging it. Even though there was no milk, it felt delicious nonetheless.

It took me five minutes until I switched to the other side. I suckled strongly like a hungry baby again and wondered now how this would affect the future if I were to resume the present. Could she feel this? Could she see me suckling her breasts?

10 more minutes of my fix for boobies and then I decided to test it all out. I carried her back to the spot where she stopped. I laid back on the ground where I fell and looked at the watch. My impact on the concave surface stopped time, so…

I slapped down on the surface again and began to hear a whirring of sound until it went clear as if escaping underwater. Things were moving again and then I heard her.

“Oh gosh are you alright?” she asked in shock as she approached me. I looked up at her and began to respond until she took a startled step back. Her nipples poked through her bra before but after my suckling, which now in the present seemed evident on her body, she was cutting diamond. She made a small gasp and by instinct brought her palms up to her chest. Her knees staggered slightly and I knew her sex had been turned on.

She began to play it off by getting back to me as I was still flat on the ground. “Sorry I seemed to have lost my balance too.”

She had let her Ataşehir Ucuz Escort guard down but her nipples had remained at attention. “That’s okay. Thanks for your concern, but it seems that I’m alright,” I answered her finally.

I got up and treasured the devilish thought that I had just sucked this woman’s tits and here she was at my aid to make sure I was not hurt from my fall. She was very close to me and it was almost as if gravity played an effect to this concept of time pausing as she was overly-concerned to see if I was hurt.

“Oh gosh, I was just startled and wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt” she said as she brought me in for a hug. “Is this okay with you? I’m a hugger” she giggled. She wasn’t much shorter than I was and with her hugging my head to her shoulder, she began to fidget and hold my head closer down.

Her body was begging for more. My cheek laid adjacent to her erect nipple and even though she knew she was hugging a stranger really close, it was as if she needed it. It was all psychological and she kept holding my face close to her chest, making it to where my cheeks kept sliding and brushing her nipples.

My face was now turning toward her, her breathing becoming slightly heavier and she was not loosening her “hug” as the nipple began to brush my lips.

I saw her look around, left and right, in a quick peek to see if anyone was around. I confidently opened my mouth slightly over the area of her nipple as I felt that this was about to get crazy in a great way. Our bodies were doing the talking and we both kneeled on the ground not breaking apart, my lips now very softly pursed onto her nipple. She kept her left arm hugged around my head and as she laid some soft kisses on my forehead she fidgeted with her bra’s collar and pulls it under the breast that my lips had been stimulating.

This was insane, time resumed and this woman was wanting to continue nursing her invader. “Please.” She whispered as she forced with that same hand, her breast into my mouth. “This should make you feel better” she whispered some more. My best guess is that the previous suckling was done theoretically in such a “rapid time” that her body was affected and desired more pleasure, hence this uncontrollable desire for me to suckle from her.

I suckled like a baby as I heard her soft “Mmmmmm…” Though no milk, I was being breastfed by this sexy woman. However after a few more minutes of ecstasy, she loosened her grip.

“Oh geez, what am I doing?” she whispered to herself. She looked down at me just slightly puzzled as her breast left my lips. She knew what she felt, that she did want that between us, but she was finally out of the trance and was really unsure why she felt the uncontrollable desire and sudden need to nurse this stranger.

She slowly put her attire back together, concealing her breasts from me again. “Ummmm…I’m sorry, uh, this…uh…sorry…uh. I have to go” was all she could spit out.

She got up and left in a hurry. I was left there, sitting in the grass with a hard cock in my shorts and watching this stranger who had just nursed me walking away. I looked down at the watch.

I was in for some more devilish action, and my large breasted jogger was not going far. I slapped down on the concave surface once again and heard the strong whoosh again…

Tune in next time. The jogger’s breasts were amazing, but with this device and this power, I will fulfill my dreams. Find out what I do with the time stopper and who my next victim is in my next chapter!

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