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Deanna and her husband sat in the cozy office and listened to details of the clinic.

“We only admit married men to our facility, and everyone is given medical testing to be sure they’re free of disease,” the receptionist stated. “Then, we set a schedule when your husband can come here daily for a couple of hours. We use a variety of techniques to help him overcome early ejaculation. During the time that he is not here, he will wear a device to keep him from masturbating. That would be cheating, since he will always last longer after the first release.”

Deanna looked at him and smiled.

“You need to be aware,” the receptionist continued, “that he will have regular intercourse with the staff here. That is how we gauge his progress.”

Deanna’s husband now had a firm boner under his trousers.

“What is the technique you use to help him?” Deanna asked, sweeping her dark brown hair back with her hands.

“It’s not the same for everyone. The first visit is for calibration, so to speak. One of our staff will get a baseline for how soon he ejaculates, and what kinds of stimulation take him over the edge. Then, based on the experience of the staff, treatment will begin right away.”

They both signed the admission forms and made his appointment for the following day.

He arrived and the receptionist paired him with Helen, a woman with straight blonde hair and a short black dress. She led him to a room with a single bed, bathroom and shower. He was visibly excited and at the same time nervous.

Helen watched while he showered. She made apoint of sitting with her firm smooth legs spread apart as much as her dress allowed. As he dried off, he saw Helen step out of her panties and pull down the top of her dress. She led him to the bed and had him lay next to her, and teased his already raging erection until it began to seep.

“Make love to me now,” she said, and reclined on her back and parted her legs. She pulled her dress up above her hips.

He entered Helen and immediately felt his cock twitch as it desperately wanted to spurt in her sweet pussy. He looked at her twinkling eyes and bright smile as he slowly pumped. As usual, it took only a few thrusts and he ejaculated, his cock repeatedly pulsing inside her.

She withdrew from him as soon as he finished spurting and said, “That didn’t even take a minute. Looks like we have some work to do. We employ a combination of incentives for maintaining control, and disincentives for ejaculating too early. Right now, I’m going to discipline you with a strap. I want you to turn over, now, and accept two dozen swats. You are not to interfere.”

“Wha- what?! You’re going to spank me?”

“Well yes, the form that you signed gave your consent for accepting discipline. It also stipulated that if you refused to accept it, treatment would be terminated. What would your wife say if we sent you home as untreatable? We enjoy an almost hundred percent success rate in those who complete the program. You want to experience the sublime pleasure of lengthy intercourse, tire escort don’t you?”

She picked up a sturdy leather strap. “Turn over now, and we’ll get this over with.”

This is the part I like best about being here, Helen thought to herself as he turned over and she prepared to administer the strap.

“Keep your hands out of the way. This probably won’t be fun for you.”

Helen, while keeping her eye on the bared buttocks of the male on the bed, raised the strap as high as she could. Then she delivered a fiery swat while bending her knees for more effect. Twenty four times she did this. Twenty four times, Deanna’s husband yelled and squirmed. When she finished, she attached a cock cage and sent him home, telling him that tomorrow he’d get some advice on how to delay ejaculation during intercourse.

That evening Deanna was so aroused that she had him perform cunnilingus on her through several climaxes. He was desperately frustrated since he could neither have intercourse with her, or come to ejaculation by any other means. Her wild-eyed and vocal response to his attentions further fueled his desire.

The next day at the clinic, the receptionist waved him by and told him which room to enter, and directed him to take all his clothes off. A little while later Jean, a firm-featured brown-haired woman, entered and removed his cock cage. While he showered, she stood close by and made sure that he saw her with her hand in her panties. She stripped while he dried off, and had him sit next to her on the bed.

She spoke to him as she fondled his boner.

“When you’re making love to a woman, always be doing something. If you’re trying to delay ejaculation by keeping your hips still, then kiss her or nibble on her nipples, that kind of thing. Now, I want you to practice this exercise…”

Jean described what she wanted him to do, and monitored him over the next twenty minutes. She had her hand on his boner the whole time, during which he seeped profusely.

“It’s time for the proof of the pudding,” she said, and reclined on the bed. She spread her legs slightly and bent her knees. “Make love to me now,” she instructed, and placed her hands behind her head.

He entered her and pressed his mouth on hers as he pumped. His hips seemed to have a will of their own, independent of his wishes. He slowed down but couldn’t bring himself to stop. It was not very long at all before Jean’s pussy coaxed forth his ejaculation. His member pulsed and spurted helplessly as he finally admitted defeat.

Jean smiled, grasped his hips, and withdrew him.

“Time for a little motivational training,” she said as she picked up the phone and pressed a few keys. “Kristy, this is Jean. Please bring me a wooden hairbrush. Thank you.”

The receptionist entered the room carrying a hardwood oval hairbrush and smiled as she handed it to Jean. The hapless and naked male was embarrassed at the thought that everyone in the room knew exactly what had happened. He was further humiliated torbalı escort when Kristy calmly stood there after she handed the hairbrush to Jean, which meant that she was going to stay and watch. Jean sat on the edge of the bed with her thighs slightly apart.

“Get yourself over my lap now, so I can spank you like the naughty boy that you are… Yes, she’s going to watch you get it.”

Deanna’s husband, with a red flush on his face from the humiliation, got across Jean’s lap.

Jean spanked hard, and slammed the hairbrush three dozen times. He tried to take them without crying out, but could not keep from voicing his reaction after about ten strokes. Afterward he rubbed his bottom while Jean put his cock cage on.

The following day, he was paired with Joy, a petite blonde with long curly hair and a low voice. She asked him some intimate questions about his wife’s reaction to his sessions. He stammered that she was insatiable for oral sex and that his desire for intimate fulfillment was high.

“That’s fairly typical of the wives of the guys that we treat,” Joy stated. “Now let’s get down to business here…”

She held his firm boner in her hand while he practiced his exercises, and then said that it was time for the testing.

“So far you haven’t lasted past a minute,” she said earnestly. “I really think you can do much better than that. If you come too soon today, I don’t think I can spank you, since you’ve gotten two spankings in a row, even though I really would like to stripe that bottom of yours. You know, when my husband ejaculates too soon, which happens occasionally, I have him clean my pussy with his mouth afterwards. He’s got to get every bit of that cum out of there. I think I’ll use that technique on you. Have you ever eaten a pussy creampie? No? Then, that should be a new experience.”

Joy reclined on the bed and spread her legs.

“I’ll tell you what,” she continued, “If you can last two minutes or longer, you can fuck me a second time. Less than two minutes, and you’ve got to eat my creampie.”

Joy spread her knees and lewdly presented her womanhood for him. He slid in and she started a timer. Several times he managed to stop pumping and kissed her warmly, played with her nipples, and nibbled on her earlobe. She moaned loudly in her sensuous low voice. He tried to expand the range of stimulation that he could endure without crossing the line to ejaculatory inevitability. Her blonde-haired pussy and her low moans proved to be more than he could handle, and he felt the increasing strength of the tingling within him. His cock jerked and twitched, and then spewed forth a profuse serving of semen into the warm caresses of Joy’s pussy.

She looked at the timer and shook her head.

“Fifteen more seconds and you’d have been clear.” She pulled away and withdrew him. “Get to work down there now, and don’t stop till you’ve gotten every bit of your cum out of my pussy.”

Joy climaxed, and rather loudly, several times while Deanna’s husband warmed urla escort up to licking and sucking out his own semen. He knew that anyone outside the room could hear Joy’s raucous orgasmic proclamations.

That evening Deanna had her husband service her orally over an extended period of time, and, much to his frustration, was especially arousing sexually.

On several of his subsequent visits to the clinic, he got Joy as his mentor more often than the others. She kept raising the bar, telling him he could take her a second time if he lasted two and a half minutes, then three minutes, and so on. Of course, she always subtly moved in a way that practically ensured that he would not quite make it. She then had the pleasure of striping his bottom with a rattan cane (in which case every staff member who was not busy was invited to watch, much to his further humiliation), or having him suck on her freshly creamed pussy while she raucously climaxed for all to hear.

When the clinic determined that he had progressed a fair amount, they set up a meeting with him and Deanna. Joy ushered them back to an office. She addressed Deanna in her resonant, low voice.

“I’ve used a couple of incentives for him to stay motivated to avoid ejaculating too soon. One is the threat of a spanking. I’m sure you’ve seen the results of some of those.” Deanna smiled and nodded. “The other,” Joy continued, “is something I also use on my own husband when he ejaculates sooner than I want – I have him immediately service me orally and lick me clean – he has to remove all the semen from me. You may want to consider that too. Or you could give him enemas, or discipline him in front of your friends. I’m confident that he can progress so that both of you can have a vastly more pleasurable sex life than before.”

Joy turned to him. “Now if you’ll stand up and unfasten your trousers, I’ll remove the cage.” He was embarrassed from being instructed to do that in an office setting, and hesitantly pulled down his pants and undies. Joy walked over and released the device. His cock stood out like a flagpole. Joy smiled knowingly, and Deanna parted her lips slightly as if anticipating. She could see the desire in his eyes.

Over the next several weeks, their bedroom entertained a number of different scenes as Deanna worked with her husband’s motivation to prolong intercourse before ejaculation.

There were times when she, completely undressed, stood with one hand on her hip, the other hand grasping a doubled-up leather belt. He, with a cushion under his hips to better present his bottom for the strap, was face down. His bared buttocks were getting more reddened by the minute as she strapped and strapped and strapped.

Other times found him bent over the edge of the bed, kicking his legs as Deanna repeatedly whisked a freshly cut switch across his bared bottom.

And there were the times when Deanna, on her back with her legs apart, pumped her hips and rolled her head from side to side, in the grip of an intense orgasm, while her husband orally cleaned her pussy of the semen which he had spurted before she was ready.

There were also the times when, after a lengthy ride, Deanna indicated in one of several ways that she was ready for his ejaculation. His throbbing erection pulsed as streaks of hot semen jetted into her welcoming womanhood.

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Prologue: This is the third story of my ongoing love (lust) life. As before, it is a true story and all names have been changed. For part 1, read “Turtlegeek Loses His V-Plates.” For Part 2, read “Taking Her Virginity.”

This story takes place at the beginning of my freshman year at university. The summer had flown by and was spent hanging out with friends, traveling with family, etc. I had just moved into my dorm and was trying to get settled in. Classes would start in a few days. Things were OK so far. I had met my roommate Ryan and he seemed like a nice guy. Also a freshman, he reminded me of myself when I was a junior in high school. Typical geek… smart, introverted, played a lot of computer games, etc. If I had to guess, Ryan was probably still a virgin.

Speaking of virginity… up to that point, I had only fucked three girls: 1. College girl Kristy (see story “Turtlegeek Loses His V-Plates”), 2. College girl Jen (see story “Turtlegeek Loses His V-Plates”), and 3. High school girl Suzie (see story “Taking Her Virginity”). As I walked around the campus, I could see all the beautiful girls milling about, exploring the university. It had been a long time since I fucked. The thoughts that were going through my mind… I just wanted to bang any decent-looking girl, no questions asked. I admit that I was (and still) a horndog.

Although I was completely new at the college, I did know four people: Mike, Kristy, Jen and my roommate Ryan. Yes, I had decided to go to the same school as my older brother Mike. He was now starting his final senior year, as I was starting my freshman year. Here is where my story starts.

That afternoon, Mike swung by my dorm room.

“Hey, what’s up bro!?” he asked cheerfully, as I opened the door. I fist-bump him as I welcome him into my room. “It looks like you’re pretty much moved in. Are you all set for classes?”

“Good to see you, Mike! To be honest, I’m feeling a bit lost so far… it’s all new to me,” I replied. “I wouldn’t mind if classes started a bit later, if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah. Well, you’ll get into the swing of things soon enough. You know, bro… even though I’ll be graduating this year, I’ll be here if you ever need to talk.” Mike looked at me sincerely.

“I know. You’ve always looked out for me,” I said with a grin. My thoughts quickly flashed back to the end of the previous summer… the time when Mike set up a fuck session for Jen and me at the frat party. The same party where I lost my virginity to his seductive girlfriend, Kristy. “Say, Mike… how is fraternity life treating you!? I’m sure that there’s never a dull moment, with all of the parties, booze, and sex going on all the time!” I said with an even wider grin.

“Truth be told, bro., I got sick of all the drama and games. I left the fraternity at the end of my junior year. Now that I’m about to graduate, it’s time to start thinking about the future.” Mike sure seemed to have matured a lot since I last saw him.

“Makes sense.” I wondered about Kristy, the girl who had swiped my v-card. Although I felt a pang of guilt for having fucked her behind Mike’s back, I couldn’t help but wonder what she was up to. “How’s your girlfriend Kristy doing these days!?”

“Now, that is a long story, little bro.” Mike was very circumspect as he looked inwardly. As he said this, I wondered if he ever found out about me fucking Kristy.

“We don’t have to talk about it.” I offered as I tried to change the subject.

“Nah, it’s OK. To make a long story short, we broke up last year. It turns out that she was a real slut. A few weeks after that frat party that I invited you to, I caught one of my frat brothers fucking her. I confronted her and there was a lot of yelling back and forth. She finally admitted to me that she had been fucking a lot of guys and that she wanted to break up with me.” We yelled at each other a bit more and we went our separate ways.”

“I see.” I said sympathetically. There was a brief awkward pause. “Say Mike, um… there’s something that I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.”

“What’s up?” asked Mike. I wasn’t sure that I should even bring it up.

“You know that night at the frat party… the one that I went to!? Um… I, uh…” I then blurted out “Kristy and I had just finished fucking, just before you and Jen came into your room. It was Kristy who took my virginity! I didn’t know that…”

“I know,” Mike calmly said. “The last thing that Kristy said to me before we broke up was “You know what, Mike!? At that frat party, I seduced and fucked your little brother! What do you think of that!?” I was wondering if you would eventually ‘fess up to me.” Mike said quietly. When I heard this, I was completely stunned.

“Shit, narlıdere escort Mike… had i known that you didn’t set it up between Kristy and me, I would have never…” I stammered.

Mike cut me off mid-sentence. “Hey, don’t sweat it. You were a horny virgin at the time. If you hadn’t banged her, I would have been worried that there was something wrong with you! Besides, now we have another thing in common.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“We’ve both had the pleasure of fucking that slut, Kristy. I hope that you fucked her hard and made a large deposit in her spunk-pot!” Mike said with a devilish smirk.

“I sure did!” I said with a grin. “By the way, is Jen still going to this university? I would love to hook-up with her again.”

“No such luck, bro. Last I heard, she had transferred to another university.”

Honestly, I was really disappointed in hearing this. “Well, that sucks. It looks like I won’t be doing any fucking in the foreseeable future. I don’t know any girls here at this university.”

“You’ll meet a lot of girls, I’m sure.” Mike said confidently. “Before you know it, you’ll be hooking-up with some of them!”

“Well, in the meantime, I’m stuck” I said glumly.

Again, Mike sat quietly and contemplatively before choosing his next few words. “Say, bro., I know this girl Amy. She’s a sophomore this year and she happens to live down the hall, right here in your dorm building. I can hook you up with her, if you want!”

“How do you know her?” I asked.

“Well, there’s one thing that you need to know about Amy… she’s a nympho. She’s not looking for an emotional commitment, relationship or whatever… she just likes to fuck, with no strings attached. Purely physical.” explained Mike.

“You still haven’t told me how you know her.”

“In her freshman year, she came to one of our fraternity parties. Without getting into all of the details… that night, Amy ended up fucking four of the frat brothers down in the basement, one right after another. As a matter of fact, I participated in this gang bang. Now, don’t get me wrong… she wanted it. During out fuck fest, we quickly found out that she had a fetish for cum. That is, she wanted her pussy to be filled up with it. No oral, no anal… just plain-vanilla pussy fucking with no condom.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! Even so, in my mind, the idea of fucking Amy didn’t sound too good to me. “Sounds risky. Thanks for your offer, but I think I’ll pass. She probably has some type of STD and definitely a loose-as-a-goose pussy.” I said dismissively.

“Let me hook you up! You can decide when the time comes.” Mike said enthusiastically. I still had my doubts, but I eventually gave in.

“OK, no promises. But, you can get the ball rolling and we’ll see what happens,” I said. I thought to myself ‘WTF am I getting myself into?’

“Great! I’ll get it started. Remember, Amy has a fetish for cum. One other thing… don’t fuck or jack-off for the next two weeks. When you finally fuck her, you’re gonna end up filling her pussy full of cum!” Mike sure seemed excited for me.

“I didn’t say that I was going to…” Mike cut me off mid-sentence.

“We’ll see!” Mike had the same look that he had, when he invited me to the frat party (where I fucked Kristy and Jen). “I’d better get going right now. It’s been great catching up with you, bro. Remember, no fucking or jacking-off for the next two weeks! Keep in touch and I’ll do the same. I’ll update you on the status when I get everything set up.” With that, Mike left.

In all honesty, I didn’t think anything would come of it. Classes eventually started up and as I got into the routine of university life, I forgot all about my conversation (regarding Amy) with Mike. So far, things were going well enough. Classes were OK. My roommate Ryan and I got along. I was starting to make new friends (guys and girls)… though I was only in the ‘friend zone’ with the girls. I had even bumped into Amy once in awhile. I must say that she was fairly attractive… a petite blond, lithe, thin and in great shape, B-cup size breasts. She reminded me of a smaller version of Kristy. Whenever we bumped into each other in the hallway, we only made small-talk and then went our separate ways.

Still in the back of my mind, I had this idea of possibly hooking up with Amy. After all, Mike had said that he will set it all up. For that reason, I didn’t jack off for two weeks. Of course, I didn’t fuck during that time either, since I didn’t know any girl who I could fuck! During this self-imposed period of celibacy, I found it very difficult to concentrate on anything. It seemed like my body was constantly screaming ödemiş escort for sexual release and I was horny as hell.

(Aside: It’s strange… I can recall very clear details when that night finally arrived. There’s no real reason for this and I can’t explain it!)

A little after two weeks had passed, I received a text message from Mike on that Friday night. ‘Tonight is the night! Everything is set up and Amy is expecting you. Meet her in her room (
01) at 8:00PM. Amy’s room is down the hall from you. Have fun, bro.! You can thank me later.’

I didn’t know what to make of the vague text. Was this a date? What did Mike tell Amy? What is she expecting? Still, I had nothing better to do that Friday night. I started to get ready to meet Amy. My roommate Ryan was at his desk, playing “Call of Duty.”

I figured that this wasn’t going to be a normal date. However, I didn’t want to meet Amy, looking like a slob. Believe it or not, I still remember what I wore when I met Amy that night. For the very laid-back look, I wore a tank-top, athletic mesh shorts, no-show socks and low-cut Converse Chuck Taylors. Ryan paused his game and looked over at me.

“I see that you’re going out tonight.” Ryan said.

“Yeah. I’m going to meet up with Amy and…” I started to say.

“Fuck her.” Ryan said, completing my sentence.

“Umm… I didn’t say that! What makes you think that Amy and I are going to fuck?” I asked sheepishly.

“Cut the BS. Look at how you’re dressed. It’s clear to me that you’re not going out on a typical date,” pointed out Ryan. It was quite observant of Ryan and I grinned. It was true that what I was wearing had a purpose, namely, I could strip naked very quickly and effortlessly. “Besides, everybody in this dorm knows that Amy is the dorm slut. She loves to fuck.” retorted Ryan. He then opened up his desk drawer, took out a couple of condoms and handed them to me. “Here, you’ll need these. My dad gave me a bunch of condoms, just in case.” I took the condoms and thanked him. “Have a great time.” Ryan said as he resumed playing CoD.

I closed the door behind me and start walking to Amy’s room. I felt kind of sorry for Ryan. He probably was wishing that it was him who was walking to Amy’s room.

I knock on Amy’s door. “Come in!” I hear her say. As I open the door, a very familiar scene appears before me. It is almost identical to how Kristy was, just before I fucked her! Amy is completely naked on her bed, with her legs splayed wide open. She is flushed and sweating, her pussy lips swollen and her slit glistened with wetness. A vibrating dildo is in her right hand. “Close the door and sit next to me,” says Amy seductively.

“Uh… hi, Amy.” I stammered. I certainly wasn’t expecting this.

“Your brother Mike has told me a lot about you. Look, let’s make this short and sweet. I don’t really know you very well, but you’re kind of cute. As you may have heard, I like to fuck. I’m not looking for any type of relationship and such. Just a good old-fashioned fuck.” I was surprised by Amy’s frankness. “Are you up for it?”

Although initially shocked when I entered her room, seeing her completely naked gave me a near-instant hard-on. She was willing and waiting to be fucked! My mind went into overload and I was so horny since I hadn’t ejaculated in two weeks. Intense thoughts of fucking her deeply over and over flooded my inner being and my rock-hard cock was now jutting out against the front of my mesh shorts. “You betcha!” I said excitedly. As I pulled out a condom from my pocket, Amy stopped me.

“You won’t be needing that. I’m clean and on the pill. Besides, I love cum!” Amy smiled mischievously at me. “Your cock is definitely hard and rearing to go!” teased Amy. With that, she opened her splayed legs even further, tempting me even more so.

Eyeing Amy hungrily, I quickly stripped everything off. Tank-top, shorts, underwear, socks and Chuck Taylors were all thrown carelessly to the floor.

“I’ve already pleasured myself. No need for foreplay. Just give me a good fuck!” Amy cooed.

“I’m gonna fuck you like there’s no tomorrow!” I exclaimed as I looked at Amy with pure lust. Remember, that I hadn’t ejaculated in two weeks… I was so desperate for sexual release and my mind was spinning. I don’t recall ever having been more turned-on. My cock was so engorged and had reached a length of about 7″. Pre-cum was already seeping out of the tip of my cock. I put a small pillow under Amy’s hips / lower back and quickly mounted her (split missionary position). I knew that the small pillow would change the angle of her pussy and give me very deep penetration. As I entered her, an overwhelming desire seferihisar escort to fuck her hard, deep and fast flooded my mind. I wanted to shoot my cum into her, over and over again!

Amy’s pussy had been well-fucked by many guys before me. So, it wasn’t that tight. Still, it was in pretty good shape as far as I was concerned. In that first thrust, my entire cock went all the way into her pussy. Since Amy was on the petite side, I could feel the tip of my 7″ cock bumping into her cervix, at the back of her vagina. Then, I started fucking her. Hard. Deep. Fast. With each thrust, my cock was going into her pussy, balls-deep! Pistoning in and out of her, I could see Amy’s lithe body beneath me, convulsing in pleasure, as I fucked her. With her eyes closed, her face showed pure ecstasy. As she moaned, she kept clawing at my back.

“Fill me with your cum!” Amy screamed.

Driven by the need for sexual release, I quickly started to feel the build-up in the base of my cock. Passing the point of no return, I start cumming in Amy’s pussy, as I drove my cock balls-deep into her. My cum shot right next to her cervix.

“Fuck, Amy! I’m cumming!” I groaned in pleasure. Stream after stream of cum shot into her pussy, as I continued to thrust in and out of Amy, as deep as I could. Probably, 3 or 4 big loads of cum.

This pushed Amy into an orgasm. She moaned “Ahh… shit! Fuck… fuck!” Her entire body trembled and her breathing was heavy.

The fucking of Amy only took me about two minutes, from start to finish. However, the amount of cum that I shot into her pussy was phenomenal. When I finally withdrew from her pussy, my cock was literally COVERED in cum. From the tip to the base, it was coated with thick white semen. Amy’s pussy hole was gaping wide open and there was a huge glob of sticky cum oozing out of it. As she squeezed the muscles surrounding her pussy, more cum flowed out of it. It was a mess, but it made me smile! Honestly, I don’t think that I have ever cummed so much in my life!

After our fuck session, Amy seemed very content and had a huge smile. “That was unbelievable!” she exclaimed.

I felt GREAT and I also had a huge grin on my face. “That was fucking awesome, Amy! Thanks for hooking up with me.” She smiled and French-kissed me. As usual, we made small talk for awhile. Twenty minutes later, I was ready for fuck session

. “Ready for round 2?” I asked excitedly.

“Sorry to disappoint you, stud. I will only fuck a guy once per day. That’s not to say that I won’t fuck multiple guys on a given day. However, each guy gets only one fuck per day.” I’m thinking to myself ‘WTF is this crazy rule?’ As if Amy read my mind, she went on to explain. “Sounds like a crazy rule… but I don’t want to be viewed as a slut!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. ‘What kind of logic is that?!’ I asked myself. I guess Amy’s definition of a slut was different than the normal definition. I was still horny and ready to go for fuck session

.

“Remember what I said. This was a purely physical thing. It was really fun and all, but now we’re done for the night.” Amy looked at me with not-so-innocent eyes. “I guess you should go now.”

I was really hoping for a fuck session

(and maybe, even a
) that night. “Well Amy, I really enjoyed hooking up with you! Thanks again. I hope that we can do it again soon!” I said. The communal dorm bathroom was down the hall so I didn’t get a chance to immediately get cleaned up. After the intense fuck, I must have looked like a mess. I quickly slipped on my tank-top, underwear, shorts, socks and Chuck Taylors.

“Sometime soon, let’s do this again, stud!” I kissed Amy goodbye and walked to the door. As I closed the door behind me, a couple walked right by me in the hallway. The guy gave me a dirty smirk and the girl was trying to contain her giggles. One look at how I was dressed, along with the smell of sex on me, they knew that I had just fucked Amy, the dorm slut.

As I entered my room, Ryan was still playing Call of Duty. I kicked off my Chuck Taylors and flopped onto my bed.

Ryan paused his game and looked over at me. “That was quick. It’s been about 30 minutes, give or take, since you left.” I lifted my head and looked over at Ryan and then dropped back down. “You look and smell like sex. How was it!?” It seemed like Ryan wanted to hear all of the lecherous details.

“It was the most intense fuck that I’ve ever had! Let’s just leave it at that.” I replied. I was totally spent. Ryan didn’t say anything and resumed playing his game.

Epilogue: Mike was very happy to hear that my hookup with Amy was a success. He asked me about my fuck and I proudly shared the details with him. As for Amy, I did briefly entertain the possibility of using her as a fuck buddy. But I figured that the possibility of STDs, etc. was too great, since she fucked guys constantly, without condoms. So, it was that one (and only) fuck that I would have with her. After this incident, my total fuck count was four: Kristy, Jen, Suzie and Amy.

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The story so far: Anne is a beautiful and charismatic white woman living with her short, weak and submissive Asian boyfriend. Anne treats him as her “her cute Asian bimbo fucktoy.”

After he cums without properly asking for Anne’s permission, Anne decides corrective measures are needed to remind him that he is no real man and that his role in life is to get fucked.

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Chapter 2 is here! thanks to all that provided feedback and love.

I’m trying to write fiction that combines somewhat rounded, believable characters while still retaining a high ratio of smut per paragraph 🙂

I would be grateful for constructive feedback and criticism. The more I know you like, the more I am motivated to write!

Trigger warning: raceplay (Caucasian woman on Asian man).

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The morning after Anne communicated to my what my punishment was. She was in bed, sipping on the coffee I just brought to her. As per our morning ritual, I was sitting on my heels next to her bed, waiting for orders. I should say that punishment is perhaps not the right term for what I was expected to face. Anne called it “consequences and corrective measures”. Anne is very serious about taking care of me. She manages my behavioural issues in a very methodical and considerate manner. Bad behavior leads to “consequences”. These may sometimes involve a type of physical punishment, but even in those case Anne choses punishments that are closely tied to the specifics of my misgivings. Corrective measures, on the other hand, are meant to stop the same behavior issue presenting itself in the future.

Anne finished her coffee and laid the cup on her bedside table. She turned her body and sit up, her legs hanging from the side of the bed.

“Look up,” she said. “You know you really disappointed me yesterday, don’t you?”

“Yes miss,” I said with a whisper of a voice.

“Now, I’m sure you understand you have to face the consequences of your behavior.”

“Yes miss, I’m sorry miss, I’m ready to face the consequences.”

Anne pointed to her feet. On cue, I bowed to the ground and immediately started kissing them.

“And I will put corrective measures in place to make sure we won’t have the same problem again. Because we don’t want to have the same problem again, don’t we?”

“Yes miss,” I said. I kept on kissing her feet passionately. The fact that Anne was enabling me to show her my devotion was making me hope she wasn’t angry anymore with me.

“The way I see it, there are two problems. One is that you forgot who you are. You forgot you kemalpaşa escort are not a man. You forgot you are a bitchboy. Why is it that you’re not a man?”

“Because my dick is small and useless miss. Because I’m a little fag. Because I like it up the ass.”

“Very good,” she said, her foot stroking my head. “And what is your role in life?”

“To be fucked miss. To be fucked like a bitch.”

“That is correct. I think you forgot that. I think you’re starting to think you’re some big strong man that goes around fucking chicks. But that’s not who you are. Isn’t that so?”

“Yes miss I’m sorry, you are right my role is to be fucked.”

Anne’s foot hit me sharply on the cheek.

“I know very well I am right, you don’t need to tell me,” said Anne. “To remind yourself of your role in life, and as a consequence of your actions, you will have to choke on it.”

“..but miss! please!” I couldn’t help crying.

“Miss what? What?” said Anne, now visibly angry. “What do you have to say?”

“Nothing miss.” I said lowering my eyes to the ground.

“I thought so. And what do I expect when I fuck you?”

“Service with a smile,” I replied, my heart sinking. I knew what ‘choking on it’ meant and I didn’t look forward to it.

“That’s right. You’re dismissed now. Get ready to choke on it.”

“Yes miss, thank you miss.” I bowed to her feet and kissed them one last time, as per ritual, and left the room.

Less than one hour later, I was summoned to Anne’s room. With a nod of the head, Anne directed me towards one of the corners of the room. I obediently knelt down. Anne was in front of me, wearing her biggest strapon. I could see another large, life-like dildo laying on her bed. She was skinny black jeans and a white tank top. I was of course naked and I had already inserted a plug in my ass to keep it ready for Anne’s dick. ‘Choking on it’ was a very hard punishment for me. It involved repeated forced deepthroating of huge dicks before being fucked in the ass. Anne started by slapping my face with her dick.

“Now. What does a bitch say?”

“Please let me suck you dick.” Inside me I was panicking, resenting the moment the relentless throat fucking was going to start. Still, I managed to maintain a polite smile and a demure tone in my voice. That was the ‘service with a smile’ Anne expected from me as her Asian whore.

“That’s good. Will you suck it well?”

“Yes miss I’ll choke on it, I’ll suck it so deep!”

“Good. Let’s start then.” Anne put her hands on either side of my head and forcefully directed my mouth to konak escort her strapon cock. She forced her dick as deep as she could down my throat, all the while holding my head in position. As it always happens, I immediately started choking and gagging on it. Anne pulled her dick back just enough to let me catch a breath and then stuffed it down my throat again, pumping her hips back and forth to fuck my throat. “Take it all. All. Good boy”. After another repetition I was slobbering uncontrollably. When deepthroating, Anne wanted me in a corner. This is so that, despite uncontrollable spasms, I couldn’t pull away. A few hard smacks to the face also helped me to be compliant. As it often happens, I started sobbing and crying. Anne noticed it and laughed. “Don’t think that because you’re crying like a bitch I’m going to be any gentler. Bitches have to get fucked.”

Anne’s throatfucking was brutal. I was continuously gagging and gasping for air. As the fucking proceeded, she further leant towards me, my head now lodged between two walls. I felt tears running down my cheeks, mixing with the saliva that by now was covering my face. After what felt an eternity, Anne paused. Her dick was still lodged deep in my throat.

“Good boy. What do we say when we choke on it?”

“OUanku ouiss,” I managed to utter.

“Very good. Now what do you think it is going to happen?”

“Ou uuck ue in oue ouass oiss.”

“Very good. How do you like that?”

“Oe ouike ouery uoach oiss.”

“Now listen to me very clearly. The moment I remove this dick from your mouth you have to run -run!- to the bed. You will remove your buttplug and put in on the towel that is on the floor. You will place a pillow under your belly. You will grab the dick that is on the bed and start fucking your throat with it. I want to hear gagging. Is this clear?”

“Ouess ouiss.”

“Good,” she said and removed her dick.

I barely took a breath and scrambled to get to the bed, terrorized of the consequences of an unsatisfactory level of service. Thirty seconds later I was lying down and I was gagging myself with the other dildo.

Behind me I could hear Anne stretching herself. I heard her giggle with pleasure at the show I was putting on, my ass in the air, forcefully fucking my face with a dildo. She eventually moved to the bad. She straddled me and with no further ado she entered my asshole with her dick. She then proceeded to lay flat on top of me, pushing her dick deep into my ass.

“Oooh that is comfortable isn’t it?” asked Anne, smirking.

You should know that Anne is a good 15cm kuşadası escort taller than me. Her hands are bigger than mine. Her feet are bigger than mine. She weighs more than me. When she lays on top of me I can feel her weight pushing me down and effectively immobilizing me. She exercises frequently. She has powerful thighs, shoulder, back muscles, all things that she puts to good use to fuck me.

Still laying flat on top of me, Anne started to thrust her dick in and out of me. She wrapped her arms around my head and used one to keep the dildo in my mouth. She was arching her back, moving her ass up high before rhythmically slamming it deep into my ass. Despite the dildo ick in my mouth, I couldn’t help crying out every time I felt her strap-on fully penetrating me. This was purely a punishment fucking – no warm up, no change of tempo, just hard hit after hard hit. Anne was definitely putting in the hard work to discipline me with her dick. I don’t know how long it went on for. I know that after one final powerful thrust, without uttering a word, Anne sharply pulled on my hair to lift my head up from the mattress. Her dick still wedged inside me, I let the other dick fall from my mouth and obediently assumed a doggy style position. The fucking so far had consisted of slow and deep thrusts. In the new position, Anne started to fuck me hard and fast. To keep me close to her, she had one arm pulling my hair and the other one wrapped around my neck. My neck, like all other things about me, is small and she can exert a powerful hold on it with her hand.

As she was fucking me, Anne asked me:

“What is your role?”

“To be fucked! Miss,” I said, gasping for air.

“Say it again.”

“My role is to be fucked miss!!”

“What are you? What are you?”

“I’m a bitchboy! I’m a fucktoy!”

Anne took a break to slap my ass hard.

“Damn right you are! Don’t you ever forget! Now ride my dick bitchboy!”

When Anne was satisfied the message had been driven home, she announced the fucking was over. She untied the straps of the strapon and tied them around my legs, as to keep the dick inside me.

“Very well. Now you have 30 minutes to think about what you have done. After that you can remove the dick from your ass and clean the room.”

Anne was by now also out of breath.

“Yes miss” I said, exhausted and ready to collapse on the bed. My head was spinning, my ass was hurting but my whole body felt like I had been through a beating.

The punishment was over and I couldn’t help but feel like small and weak. Anne was right, I was no man, just her Asian bitchboy and I better be respectful and modest unless I wanted to face the consequences. Despite being exhausted and in pain, I felt a great joy in my heart. As the punishment was concluded, things were back to normal. I now could now once again show my love, obedience and devotion to Anne and expect to feel her affection in return.

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“Dr. Andrew H. Slater OB-GYN, private practice, Center for Physiological and Human Ferility Research”

I read the bronze engraved sign outside the brownstone and pressed the buzzer. My hands were sweating. I had no idea why I was so nervous.

“Yes?” a male voice inquired.

“Um, hello, This is Tallulah Adams. I have an appointment with Dr. Slater?”

The buzzer buzzed as the door opened to reveal a mahogany paneled hallway, leading to a big oak door. I pushed it open and was surprised to see it was a gorgeous, pristine sitting room with a fireplace, and comfortable antique seats. I wondered if the whole brownstone belonged to him. It seemed very fancy for a doctor’s office.

As I sat myself in one of the victorian velvet armchairs and took out my book, it seemed odd to me that such a beautiful and fancy office had no receptionist. Or other patients waiting. I must be the first patient of the day…

I had been sitting in the empty, well-appointed room for only about five minutes, when I hear,

“Tallulah?”

I look up and lock eyes with a really attractive older man in a white doctor’s coat. He is lean and muscular, impeccably groomed. His hair is flecked with silver and neatly trimmed. He smiles at me, forming attractive wrinkles around his warm blue eyes.

“You must be Tallulah,” he says. “I’m Doctor Slater. Come with me.”

I gulp.

“Doesn’t a nurse normally…?” I ask.

The Doctor smiles. “I like to greet my new patients personally,” he says, “I think it makes them feel more comfortable.” I smile at him.

“Here we go, exam room one,” he says as he opens the door to the room. It’s a nice, well-outfitted exam room. “You can undress and put your clothes on that chair.”

“Is there a gown to put on?” I ask looking around the room.

“We don’t really use gowns,” he says smiling warmly, “they tend to just get in the way during the examination.”

He leaves me by myself for a few moments and I strip off my blouse and skirt, remove my shoes, roll down my tights. I slowly unhook my bra and leave it on the chair. I keep my cotton panties on for modesty’s sake and climb up on the exam table. I cross my arms over my chest to cover my naked breasts, which are now covered in goosebumps.

The door opens and Dr. Slater walks in with a really young doctor, just as handsome if not more handsome than he is. His light brown hair is a little too long and falls into his steely silver eyes. He looks like he’s built like a football player, and I start to wonder what his body looks like under that white coat. I immediately blush.

“This is Dr. Rowan,” Dr. Slater says, introducing the doctor beside him, “I am training him to assist on my experiments, and he is going to assist on your exam.” I smile weakly at him.

“I turned the heat up so you won’t be too chilly,” Dr. Rowan says and winks at me. I feel my nipples harden.

“Okay, let’s check your vitals,” Dr. Slater says to me. He very gently takes my hand and I’m forced to take my arms away from my naked breasts. I blush again.

“No need to be modest, Tallulah. I’m a doctor. I’m supposed to look at your body.”

His hand is warm as he feels my wrist for my pulse. He stands close to me and I can smell his scent and feel the heat coming off of his chest.

“140. Pulse is a bit quick,” he says to Dr. Rowan, “Maybe she’s a bit nervous…” he smiles at me kindly. “Relax, young lady.”

Dr. Rowan smiles at me as he notes my pulse on a clipboard. I blush again.

Dr. Slater’s strong, warm hands press into my neck and throat, feeling my glands tenderly with his fingers. “Feels good.” he pronounces.

He presses his cold stethoscope in between my breasts and I jump a little.

“So sorry,” he laughs, “I forget how cold that gets.” He holds his palm over the end to warm it up manisa escort and then places it between my breasts. He listens intently.

“Breathe in, then out. In, then out,” he coaches me. I do what he says and feels my nipples getting harder and my breasts heaving as I breathe in and out.

“Okay, sounds normal. Now lie back, please. I need to do a breast exam.”

I lie down on the table as he examines my breasts, kneading the soft flesh and feeling my sensitive nipples.

“I want you to feel this,” he says to Dr. Rowan, who puts down his clipboard. “What’s your sense, Doctor?”

Dr. Rowan smiles at me as he blows on his hands and then rubs them together.

“Sorry, my hands are a bit cold,” he says in apology. He gently places both of his hands on my full left breast. His hands are strong, I can tell, as he palpates the flesh firmly but gently. I bite my lip as my nipple hardens under his big palm.

“It feels normal,” he says.

“Good,” says Dr. Slater smiling at his pupil, “They are. Your breasts are perfectly healthy, Tallulah.” Dr. Rowan picks up his clipboard again and writes more notes.

“I’m going to need you to remove your panties now,” Dr. Slater says to me with a slight smirk on his face. “Can’t really examine you with them on, can I?”

I blush again, “No, I guess not.” I move to sit up.

“Here, let me help you,” Dr. Rowan says. “Lie back. Lift your hips please. That’s the way” His strong hands slide my cotton panties down my legs and now I am totally naked, with two very attractive doctors examining me.

“Open your legs please, Tallulah. Good Girl.”

I part my legs.

“Very nice. Hold your legs open please.”

I hear Dr. Slater put on a latex glove, and feel his gaze in between my legs. He uses a single digit to part the wet, naked lips of my bare pussy, which I waxed the day before. I cursed this fact as I could feel myself getting wet under their gaze and knew I couldn’t hide it. I’m blushing and embarrassed.

He very delicately opens my pussy lips.

“Notice how pink and wet and wet the interior vulva has become,” he says to his colleague. “This is with virtually no physical stimulation at all. Very healthy.”

He touches me very gently just externally at first. My legs begin to shake.

“Here, relax” he says, “Dr. Rowan will hold your legs open for me while I do your internal exam.”

He slips his latex-covered fingers into my tight, wet pussy and I gasp.

“Are you sexually active, Tallulah?”

“Yes,” I reply.

“When was the last time you had intercourse?”

“Two days ago,” I reply.

He turns to Dr. Rowan. “Patient has a naturally tight entroitus, strong pelvic muscles.”

The whole time I’m getting wetter and my pussy starts spasming gently, unconsciously.

“Vaginal muscles are contracting around my fingers. Very responsive.”

He probes the inside of my pussy and then with his bare finger he stimulates my clitoris with his fingers still inside me.

“Contractions are getting stronger. You can feel them up through the uterus.” He removes his finger from my clit and presses it gently into my abdomen. I suppress a moan.

Then he withdraws his fingers slowly from my spasming pussy.

“Set up the stirrups, please, Dr. Rowan.”

I watch Dr. Rowan’s strong shoulders and arms as he sets up the metal stirrups, see his muscles straining at the fabric of his white coat.

“Okay, Legs in the stirrups, please.” Dr. Slater says. “I’m going to insert the speculum so we can get a better look at your cervix.”

Dr. Rowan hands Dr. Slater the speculum and begins to unscrew a tube of K-Y jelly.

“That’s alright, Dr. Rowan, if you’ll notice the patient has plenty of her own natural lubrication.”

I mavişehir escort blush. Dr. Slater places the speculum at the opening and then inserts just the tip of the speculum into my vagina. It feels too big to me. I tense up. He pats my foot.

“Relax,” he says.

I take a deep breath and he pushes in all the way in. He opens it up all the way and I feel faint.

“Good girl.”

I’m totally exposed and wide open. Dr. Rowan shines a pen light inside me and they look into my pussy and look at my cervix.

“You can notice, Dr. Rowan, the clear lubrication at the mouth of the uterus.”

Both of the doctors are now staring intently inside me, their eyes fixed between my legs.

“Is everything okay?” I ask weakly.

“Everything looks perfect, young lady, you are very healthy and very fertile.” Dr. Slater smiles up at me.

He slowly withdraws the speculum, then gently wipes the excess lubricant from my pussy lips with a cloth. “Now turn over for me, please. Lie on your tummy. I’m going to have Dr. Rowan take your temperature.”

“In my…?”

“Yes, rectal temperatures are very accurate, my dear. Nothing to blush about.”

I roll over and lie on my stomach.

“Lift your hips again please,” Dr. Rowan whispers to me and slips a pillow under them, raising my naked bottom in the air.

Then I feel Dr. Rowan delicately spread my cheeks apart with his gloved hand and my rosebud instinctively tenses up and closes. I can’t believe this gorgeous doctor that looks like a linebacker is examining my asshole.

I feel his finger brush against my anus.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

He gently massages my asshole until I relax. He takes out a thick glass thermometer, shakes it down, dips the tip in vaseline. He lubes up my asshole with his finger. It makes me gasp. I’m so embarrassed. He then places the thermometer at the entrance of my asshole. I tense up again.

He places his hand on my lower back and tells me, “Take a deep breath.”

My asshole flowers open a little. He manages to press the tip in. I gasp. He rubs my lower back as he inserts the thermometer deeper and deeper until it’s lodged in my asshole.

“Good girl,” he says. “Now try to stay still for a few minutes. We need to get an accurate reading.”

They stay in the room in silence and occasionally check on me, rubbing my back, making sure the thermometer is staying in, patting my ass in approval.

Finally, Dr. Slater comes over and removes the thermometer and holds it up to the light. “It’s a little elevated,” he notes. “When was your last menstruation?”

“Um, two weeks ago?” I say weakly, my ass still in the air.

“Dr. Rowan, can you tell me why her temperature is elevated?”

The younger doctor looks at his mentor. It’s obvious he cares about impressing him.

“Elevated temperature is consistent with ovulation,” he states.

“Good. Excellent.” He turns to me. “Please get up on your hands and knees now, Tallulah. Good. Now keep your head down and raise your bottom in the air. Perfect. We need to do a rectal exam.”

I’m on the exam table, totally exposed and I hear Doctor Slater put on a fresh latex glove and squirt lube on his fingers. I tense up in anticipation.

Dr. Rowan massages my calf. “It’ll be okay,” he says.

The older doctor uses a lubed finger to apply more lube to my asshole. Then he tells me to take a deep breath as he slowly inserts his finger in up to the knuckle. I suck in my breath, wincing at the uncomfortable sensation.

The younger doctor keeps repeating “it’s okay” to me as he rubs my leg and my lower back.

“Now, in order to do a proper rectal exam I’m going to insert two fingers. Your sphincter muscles are very tight, so please menderes escort try to relax.”

He begins working his lubed finger in and out of my ass while coaching me.

“Open up for me… that’s right…”

I feel my rosebud flower open a little…

“That’s a girl…”

He slowly works a second finger into my asshole. He now has two fingers in my ass.

“Good girl.” he says.

As he is examining me, Dr. Rowan stands next to him with the clipboard.

“Have you ever had a man penetrate your anus with his member?” he asks.

“No,” I admit bashfully.

“I see,” he says and finishes up the exam.

“Okay,” he says, “I’m going to slowly remove my fingers. Stay still. Try not to tense up.”

I feel his fingers slowly move out of my asshole, as I feel the cold air hit the inside of my ass. Lying with my ass up in the air and my head down I suddenly feel very open and exposed. I hear the doctor removing his gloves. A glob of lube slides from my open asshole down my pussy lips. I feel Dr. Rowan use a dry paper square to clean me up.

I try to move out of that exposed position, but Dr. Slater says, “Please stay just as you are, my dear. One more minute.”

He and his colleague confer quietly in the corner while I stay on my hands and knees up on the exam table. I rest my head on my hands. I can’t really hear what they’re saying.

“Yes, Doctor. I’ll set it up,” Dr. Rowan says, and then Doctor Slater leaves the room. Dr. Rowan begins preparing a solution near the sink.

“W-what is that?” I ask. “What are you doing?”

He comes over to me and places a bolster under my stomach so I can stay in my compromised position but still relax.

“No need to be worried, he said. I’m just preparing an enema.”

“An enema? You want to give me an–“

“You’ll be fine,” he says. “It won’t hurt, I promise.” He winks at me.

I’ve never had an enema before and I’m scared.

“But, why…?”

“We need to clean you out for the next test we have to do. Don’t worry, I’ll be here with you and talk you through it.”

He fills the enema bag up with a warm water mixture and hangs it from a pole, which he then wheels over to the examination table. He holds up the end of a long hose, which has a tapered tip at the end of it.

“Now I’m going to insert the nozzle into your anus. Relax.”

I’m aware that he’s studying my upraised asshole as he lubes up the end. I’m aware that my pussy lips are totally visible in this position and he can see my wet puffy lips peeking out below my poor little asshole.

“Take a deep breath…” he says.

I take a deep breath and he places the tip of the nozzle at the opening of my ass.

“Good, now exhale.”

I slowly exhale as he slides the nozzle slowly into my ass. My asshole is still wet with lube from my rectal exam, so this time it goes in slightly easier.

“Good girl.”

He starts the water flow and immediately the sensation overwhelms me. I don’t know where all of this water is going to go, and if I can hold it all in, in front of this handsome young doctor…

“Don’t be scared, I’ll make it feel better…”

With the nozzle still lodged in my ass and the warm water flowing into my bowels, I feel him start to gently caress my wet pussy lips with his gloved finger. I gasp.

The sensations are overwhelming and confusing. My asshole feels full, and my bowels are cramping, but my pussy is dripping and spasming, begging for his touch.

He says nothing but I can hear his breathing as he gently glides and rubs his fingers over my clit and my swelling lips. Occasionally, he dips his finger into my pussy and spreads my juice over my clit.

“You’re so wet…” he moans.

He jumps as the door opens.

Doctor Slater enters with a large metal device. It looks a little like a chair but I have no idea what it is or what it does. Dr. Rowan removes his fingers from my pussy and takes the device from him and begins setting it up, while I’m lying there, ass-up, bowels slowly filling with liquid, helpless for what’s about to come next…

To Be Continued.

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Tina was the proverbial “girl next door.” All clichés aside, she was a vision in beauty; about five-four, slim but shapely, with a sweet curvy figure, long dirty-blonde hair, smallish breasts, tanned and athletic. She’d babysat my kids for years. After a couple of years away at college, she’d moved back home at twenty, transferring to a commuter school nearby to study nursing. She’d spent most of the summer working, at the beach, tanning by the pool. I hadn’t seen much of her. I’d been busy with setting up my tech-consulting business at home, while my kids were in high school and my wife was busy at her law firm.

Sure, I’d peeked over the fence a few times, to see her tanning her luscious young body. Sure, my wife and I had sex on a regular basis, but nothing too exotic. Sure, I’d been poking around at fetish porn on the Internet when business was slow, or stressful, with no office firewalls to stop me. And no, I hadn’t just turned forty….I was NOT going to become a walking male mid-life perverse cliché. Or was I….?

It was late August, and her parents were throwing a going-away party for her brother, heading off to college in California. My wife and kids were still down the shore; I had a presentation to get together for the following Monday. Beer and wine were flowing freely. I’d been home alone for a week and a half, stressed out and on my own. And then I saw Tina.

She strode over to me, wearing a nearly-sheer pink tank top without a bra, and a tiny denim miniskirt. She was barefoot – it was her backyard, after all – and she smiled at me, handing me a beer. She had a glass of red wine.

“Hello, Mr. Carpenter, how’s tricks?”

“Tina, you know it’s Robert. Don’t be silly.” I gratefully took the beer from her, and didn’t even try not to stare at her perfect little tits. I knew that I was going to go for broke, as I noticed her swaying, slightly from all the punch she’d been drinking. I also realized that I’d seen her engaging in late-night activities by the pool in which they would not approve. Ah, blackmail. Cheap, no? I didn’t care. The rush of summer, stress, boredom and flat-out horniness had gotten to me.

“Okay, Robert. And, you’re welcome,” she giggled.

“Thanks for the beer. But I’m also getting kind of hungry,” running a surreptitious finger over her hips and down her smooth bare thigh.

“Robert!” She giggled nervously. “Can, uh, I get you some-“

“Tina!” Her mother called from the patio. “Can you go karabağlar escort to the garage and get some chips?” Her mother was pretty smashed, slurring her words, and wouldn’t interfere with my plans.

“Sure mom.” She looked relieved, smiling at me.

“I’ll help you.” I followed her, tossing my beer into the trash, striding purposefully to the garage, watching her ass strain against the fabric of her skirt. I closed the side door. “Leave the lights off.”

“What do you want, Robert?” She sounded haughty. I grabbed her around the waist; for a guy my age, I’m still six feet tall, and work out nearly every day. I’m strong and, I like to think, handsome, with wavy dark hair and intense blue eyes.

“Listen, I know a few things about you, little girl, that your parents wouldn’t want to hear. I could also benefit from some company…a partner in crime. You, my dear, are going to be my little slut, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

I tore her tiny thong panties down from her tight round bottom as she gasped, forcing my large hand between her smooth tanned thighs. She whipped her head around, her mouth dropped open in a mixture of surprise, shock and amazement. I traced my finger across her smooth pussy, feeling the outer lips grow puffy, a slick of wetness forming at the opening. As she moaned, she wriggled from my grasp, trying to pull them back up her legs; I grasped her wrists.

“Leave them off,” I whispered in her ear. She shook her head, her curls bobbing. I grabbed her shoulders, turned her round to face me and stared dangerously into her sweet blue eyes. “Leave them off, walk through the living room. Right past your parents, your cousins, your friends. We’re going to have our own party, little girl, you and me.” I pressed my lips against hers, my tongue parting them, feeling them open to me and her soft tongue toying with mine. “Mmmmm, yes, my little slut’s getting the idea now….” My finger pushed back underneath her tiny skirt, sliding across her cunt as she breathlessly kicked her panties to the ground. I bent down and picked them up, stuffing them into my pocket. Her tiny denim skirt barely covered her, and I grinned at the thought of her exposing herself to her drunken family and friends.

I picked up my glass of red wine, spilling it across her top. “Oops.” Not only did it stain her pink tank, it had the effect of chilling her small breasts nicely, bringing her nipples karaburun escort through the thin fabric. Tracing my finger across her right nipple, I felt her shudder as it hardened. “You’re going to have to change, my darling, and take a shower.” She nodded, silently, licking her lips. I suckled her wine-soaked tit through her shirt, making her groan. “Go, Tina, up to Mommy and Daddy’s bathroom. I’ll meet you up there, shortly. Be naked.”

I waited in the pantry for a bit; I heard Tina saying, “What an idiot! I’ve got to clean myself up” and scurrying up the stairs to the shower. I wonder if anyone noticed her bottomless condition. I managed to work into the crowd, exchanging polite neighborly-smiles with the increasingly intoxicated crowd. “Jim, I’m going to use the restroom, I’ll be back.” Tina’s dad gave me a wave and pressed on, flirting with every soccer-mom in the room, barely noticing my ascent up the stairs.

Tina stood, naked, as promised; I’d spied her bikini-clad teenage body for years, but this was far sexier than I’d even imagined, and I’d resolved to have her and ruin her for any other man. Her small but perfect tits were pale where the rest of her was tanned, with suckable pink nipples erect and firm. Her pussy was pale as well, smooth and shaved, and her ass curved softly down to her shapely legs, spread slightly to reveal herself to me.

“Tina, I’ve already christened you with wine…but I’ve got to pee, and you’re going to be my slut in every way. Get in that shower, you teasing little whore.”

Tina looked shocked as I unbuttoned my pants. “You’re not going to-“

“Yes, Tina, you’ll learn to love this.” Before she could say another word, I’d freed my semi-hard cock from my jeans and sprayed a stream of hot piss all over her tight young body, splashing her firm hot tits and face, moving down towards her spread bare cunt. “You like that?” The answer was clear, as I saw her rubbing her soaking tits and clit, whispering, “That’s fucking hot….more, please.” I shot more urgent streams on her pale ass, moving closer, kissing her deeply, and shooting a stream directly into her cunt; my little slut learned quickly as she opened her pussy lips wide for me, angling so I hit her clit.

“Oh, Robert, that was so amazing!” She stepped out of the shower, turned to me, pulling my black t-shirt over my head and running her sticky hands over my well-muscled chest. “I’ve got to fuck you karşıyaka escort now, before I explode.”

“Now you want me, huh?” I grinned. “On your knees, slut.” I kicked off my jeans, making sure she didn’t drip any telltale juices on my clothes. My eight-inch dick was fully erect now, and I shot a few more jets of pee on top of this little whore’s head, soaking her hair. “Lick me clean, and suck me well.” She greedily licked every drop from my twitching cock, cleaning my swelling balls. I looked down at her young sticky body and guided my cock between her slutty lips, “Take me all, I need your hot mouth on me.” She worked my thick hard-on slowly down her throat, in and out, licking my shaft and groaning in pleasure; I saw her hand disappear between her damp thighs. “Spread those legs so I can watch you.” My cock disappeared down her throat as two slim fingers disappeared up her tight little slit, pushing in and out. I ran my fingers through her tangled wet hair, pushing back and forth with increased urgency as I felt my cock swell and grow even harder and thicker inside her hot little mouth.

“You want me to fuck you now, bitch?” She moaned, and nodded, her mouth stuffed with cock. I picked her up, bending her over the sink and thrust my pulsing cock into her well-soaked cunt from behind; fortunately, her ecstatic screams were drowned out by the party noise downstairs. I pumped her harder and faster, my hands grasping her tits, my legs tangled with hers for leverage. “I’m your fucking slut, Robert, fuck me harder, fuck yeah!” I could feel her tight pussy grasping my cock, as her hips twitched and her round ass pressed against me. “Fuck I’m coming…..goddamn it…oh fuck!” Her wetness soaked my cock as her cunt muscles squeezed my swelling tool, pumping in and out of her slick tight body.

I growled, “My slut you are….and my slut you’ll always be.” I could feel how close I was to exploding. I pulled out, and set her down on her knees in front of me. “Open your mouth, slut,” placing my throbbing member in front of her face, as I jerked my throbbing cock at her sweet young breathless face. She put out her willing tongue as I shot jet after jet of hot come at her lovely mouth, licking as much as she could, the rest dripping off her lips, cheeks and hair.

She was a vision of sweat, piss and come; I was an exhausted artist, creating such a filthy masterpiece. I pulled her up to look at herself in the mirror. “Look at yourself, slut. Look at what a beautiful little whore you are.” “Mmm….” Exhausted, Tina rested her tangled wet head against my broad chest. “I can’t wait for next time.” I laughed. “Right now you’d better shower up and be a proper little lady again.” I handed her back her panties, slipped back into my shirt, pulled up my jeans, and rejoined the party.

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Hugo groaned, and twisted his large frame on the California king bed as Jenny delicately urged him along with her lubed manicured fingers. She always knew when he was drawing close to his weekly climax as his guttural moaning would change to hysterical shrieking. She mused to herself, this would take a couple of more minutes. Being his wife of twenty years, she realized that he worked very hard as the bread-winner of the family and needed to blow-off steam on Friday nights. Usually, the entire episode took about an hour of “play” until he was spent for the following week.

Their marriage had been devoid of sexual intercourse for the past 10 years, the reason being Hugo’s enormous weight-gain that had rendered his already limited size virtually inaccessible to Jenny’s vagina. Sex therefore, had been limited to Jenny relieving Hugo each weekend and then allowing him a week to “reload” again. Hugo looked forward to his “happy hour” throughout the week like a little boy staring at the candy jar.

Jenny more than compensated for their lack of conventional intimacy by planning their lovemaking sessions meticulously and keeping poor Hugo always wanting her. Tonight their “lovemaking” had started normally enough, with her getting dolled-up for him in her sexy lingerie that extenuated her womanly splendor. The green color of her skimpy outfit perfectly matched her eyes, and she knew that Hugo would be putty in her hands willing to be subject for whatever she had planned for him.

One of the benchmarks of the level of their intimacy had always been how long she could keep Hugo teetering on the edge of orgasm, before allowing him release. The longer the edging continued, the more intense would be his final release. However, this was a tricky matter because if poor Hugo’s “one-incher” was kept too long on the edge, it simply wilted and shrank back into his enormous bulk, and refused to come back to play. Jenny had long realized that the key to keeping her husband in this state of constant arousal was to use his mind more than his penis.

“Eeeeeee …” Shriked Hugo sounding like a scared piglet.

Jenny smiled inwardly to herself … there it was, her fat pig of a husband was getting close to his precious “cummy” as he called it.

“Eeeeeee …” Shriked Hugo again and started pushing against her slippery fingers wanting nothing more than to feel his penis erupt into her hand.

Jenny, immediately released her two-finger grip on his baby penis and saw him comically thrust his massive body in the air. She loved it when he did this, the desperation in his eyes, the lustful thrusting of his hips, the funny pig-like gaziemir escort noises that resulted from his frustrated efforts, made her wet between her legs. Deftly, she reached under her pillow and pulled out her pink vibrator and gently guided it between her labia. It was ironical that even in his morbidly obese condition, Hugo was somehow the key to her own climax. His inadequacy as a man cursed with a one-inch erection, his failure to satisfy his beautiful wife sexually in the bedroom despite his success in the real world, and his complete relinquishment of control when she took him on their weekly journey across the thresholds of sanity had become an aphrodisiac for her.

The vibrator buzzed away with its characteristic hum, as Hugo gyrated obscenely for his beautiful wife’s touch. Jenny let her fingers brush against his penis every now and then, but did not give him the pleasure of wrapping them around the little stub as doing so would make him cum instantly.

“Me cummy … me cummy …” He panted heavily, seeking her touch. “Aaargh … Aaargh …” He grunted angrily and tried to roll over, but she held him down deftly as her tongue traced his face tantalizingly and her slippery thumb and fore-finger of either hand pinched both his nipples simultaneously. Hugo shook and quivered like a harpooned whale, but not a single drop of cum escaped his one-incher. Twenty years of being together had taught her exactly when to stop poor Hugo on the precipice and make him come back, before repeating the process till he could not take it any longer. She kissed him on his lips and slowly licking his face, all the while staring into his eyes.

“My my … Lardo … slow down, or you will be finished before I have even started.” She chided him gently. Jenny knew that her husband could not stand the nickname his employees had given him. She had overheard it at his workplace from one of the secretaries and had decided to use it to drive him insane with anger during tonight’s session.

“My name is not … Lard … ooo!” He protested as he felt her slide against his grotesquely fat body and her slippery fingers invade, and violate his most erogenous zones.

“Lardo … that is what everyone calls you at the office don’t then? That is why you fired that young intern Alfi didn’t you, you pathetic little fat boy?” She whispered and continued as her index finger slowly plunged in and out of his belly button. Jenny knew this act was fat-shaming and emasculating Hugo all at once.

“Alfred was an assho …” Hugo trailed off as her other hand slithered past his penis to massage his aching güzelbahçe escort blue balls.

“No he was not honey, he was a young man who could better you in every way couldnt he?” She asked touching the very sensitive area between his balls and his anus. Jenny had nicknamed this spot his ass-neck and knew that she could make him say or do anything while touching it.

“He … he … he …” Gasped Hugo, his small erection jutting towards the ceiling, he was so angry, so jealous, and so excited at the same time. However, the conflicting emotions were fucking his mind and not allowing him to decide how to vent himself. It felt as though his enormous body was being manipulated by his one-incher.

“Alfi was everything that you wished that you could be … even at nineteen he was beautiful and muscular. She continued cruelly. “You were jealous that he was the better man … someone who could satisfy your wife better than you ever could … weren’t you Lardo?”

Hugo jerked violently, the mind fucking was taking its full effect now. Yes, he had been intimidated by the nineteen-year-old Greek god, and yes, he had fantasized about Alfi and Jenny secretly, but hearing her verbally strip him naked and flaunt each of his fears in his face had set his mind on fire with anger, his heart aflame with jealousy, and his penis incarnated with desire.

“My my … that really turned you on baby.” She said, and slipped a finger into his anus while continuing to massage his ass-neck.

“Je … Je …” He tried to grunt her name but couldn’t due to the exquisite feeling that she was dragging him all over the field of shame and pleasure by his small penis, while not even touching it physically.

The vibrator continued to hum in Jenny as she felt the first coiling and uncoiling of that particular muscle that would lead her to orgasm. This was as much foreplay for her as it was for him.

Jenny slowly continued manipulating her fingers in his anus and around his ass-neck until she located his prostrate. “Lardo, look at you, getting so hard by me finger-fucking your ass-hole.” She said mockingly. “All I have to do is to look at it hard enough and you would cum all over yourself.”

“Gaaaaa …” Hugo made a noise like a trapped and confused animal.

“You would really like to see Alfi take me on our bed, wouldn’t you Lardo?” She asked.

“Nooo .. I would not.” He said but there was no fight in his voice.

“Yes you do … admit it or I will stop fucking your ass and leave you high and dry without a cummy.” She said, knowing that he was powerless.

“Ye … izmir masaj salonları Yes …” He stuttered not wanting her to stop.

“Would you sit at the foot of the bed looking at us together? Like a fat little bitch boy who can watch but is not allowed to play?” She asked, her vagina now dripping wet with the anticipation of climax.

“ye … Yes …” He stuttered again.

“Would you shamelessly touch yourself … Lardo?” She asked.

“Yes.” He said defeated, and she felt the initiation of the final gallop to her climax. She gently pulled the vibrator out of her vagina, removed her finger from his ass and straddled his face facing towards his penis in one fluid motion. “Prove your devotion to me Lardo … eat me and pretend that it was Alfi …” She commanded.

Hugo’s little tongue darted out of his mouth with all the enthusiasm of a teenager and started to eat his wife’s vagina.

“Oh Alfi, eat me … lick my ass and my pussy baby … I need you so bad.” Wailed Jenny as she reached down and wrapped her lips around his rigid one-incher. She started sucking it from the base to the tip and releasing it with a wet “plop” at each stroke.

Hugo spasmed violently as Jenny rode his face like a mare in heat. Her juices flowing down all over him while her mouth worked its magic on his penis.

“Plop, plop, plop …” Continued Jenny building a rhythm.

“Eeeeeee …” Shirked Hugo.

“Plop, plop, plop …” It felt as though she was fucking him in body and mind. In that moment he was her’s to do whatever she wished.

“Eeeeeee …” Shrieked Hugo again.

“Plop … oh Alfi … plop …oh baby … plop … I am … plop … I am cumming!” she screamed in pleasure.

“Eeeeeee …” Shrieked Hugo knowing that she had pushed him past the point of no return.

“Oooooooh … plop … ooooooooh … plop … ooooooooh … plop” She screamed again and again as the waves overtook her. Her lips relentlessly working his small penis towards impending orgasm.

“Eeeeeee …” Hugo shot the first stream of cum into her beautiful mouth.

“plop … plop … plop” She continued as spurt after spurt of his weeklong pent up cum was released into her mouth.

Slowly, Hugo’s one incher surrendered, wilted and then receded completely into his fat body … a defeated soldier.

Jenny got off his face and pinched his nose with her thumb and forefinger. Hugos mouth opened for a gasp of air as her lips lock on his and she released his cum back into his mouth. Hugos eyes opened wide in surprise – Jenny had never done anything like this before. While holding his nose she covered his mouth with her other hand and forced him to swallow every drop of his cum. Hugos eyes were tightly shut as he forced the fluid down his throat amidst Jennys girlish giggling.

When he opened his eyes Jennys was laughing hysterically pointing at his penis which was standing up at full attention … it was going to be a long night.

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**Warning** This fantasy story series contains or will contain elements of Male Chastity, Orgasm Denial, Female Domination, Cuckolding, Interracial Sex, Bi-sexual Innuendo and Tendencies, Teasing, and BDSM Activities. If any of these topics are offensive you to, I recommend not reading.

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The next week and a half seemed to skirt by as if Father Time himself had his hands on the clock and quickly rotated the hands at five times the pace. True to her word, I spent all my time at home with my hands bound behind my back while my penis enjoyed the freedom from its cage. She was very diligent in keeping my new piercing clean and would constantly get me aroused to allow the piercing to set up its natural cavity while hard and soft. Her constant manipulations had me if a very high state of sensitivity and the sexual frustration was far worse than anything I experienced before just knowing that there was nothing but my devious little wife preventing me from getting to orgasm.

Truth be told, there were a few times that I thought about overpowering the tiny woman and having my way with her. I may be a cuckold but I am still much bigger and stronger than her. There is little she could have done if I gave in to my primal desires. Even worse, I was allowed to go to work without a cage since we didn’t want anything to cause complications with the piercing as it healed. How many times I visited the men’s room, thinking how easy and quickly I could rub one out in the stall. Once I even paced back and forth, staring at the door to the open stall and almost succumbed to my weakness. Thankfully, no one saw me wearing a trench in the floor and I ultimately decided not to violate my wife’s trust. Besides, I am the one who wanted this, wasn’t I? What good would it do if I strayed from my fantasy of having her control my orgasms? Being the good submissive husband I am, I confessed my struggle to my wife and was surprised when she did not punish me for my near transgression.

Angie anxiously awaited the arrival of my new cage and counted off the days until its scheduled arrival. I still had no freaking idea of how it would look. I only knew that it would be metal and was told that it would be inescapable. Angie would talk about that fact constantly while I licked her to orgasms daily and her pussy would immediately get soaking wet when she reveled in the fact that my orgasms would be truly under her control once I was in my new cage. She needed allot of attention from me since Jerome had to cancel their date last week due to a business trip.

I came home from work on Wednesday, I found Angie sitting on the couch in a red latex body suit. The shiny material clung to every curve of her body, the rubber so tight that the outlines of her areolas were clearly visible through the garment. Every subtly raised wrinkle glinted from any available light source. As I removed my clothing, I noticed her holding a dark walnut wooden box in her hands. Her manner of dress and the satisfied smile across her deep red lips told me exactly what was in the box.

“It seems that Mistress Sara called in a favor to have us moved up on the list,” Angie stated as she rotated the box in her hands. “In her words, she didn’t want your tiny cock to have any more freedom then necessary and I couldn’t agree more. I know the temptation to cum will eventually overcome all your rational thoughts. Are you still a good cuckold husband?”

“Yes Mistress,” I replied humbly while dropping my clothes into the basket. My tiny bare cock immediately began to swell as if it knew its new found freedom was about to be no more.

“That’s a good cucky,” she said, satisfied that my answer was the truth. “Come over here and kneel before me so I can show you pee-wee’s new home.”

She had really taken to making note of how small my cock is as often as possible and it never failed to send a surge down the short length of my penis. Perhaps she thoroughly enjoyed the notion of not having to lie about my size anymore. Women are typically caring creatures that will nurture a man’s feelings even if doing so means telling a little fib. I quickly fell to my knees and rested back on my haunches, my palms turned up and resting on the lower portion of my thighs.

“Never again will we need to depend on a thin piece of plastic to keep your little sissy clit under control,” she began as she slowly opened the lid to the ten inch square box. Light from the front window glimmered off the polished metal surface as I first set eyes on the solid metal tube, a curved but triangular plate with a hole through it, and a few metal straps looped around the outer edge of the box. The first thing that really caught my attention was the seriously short length of the tube. To be honest, other than being about two inches shorter, it didn’t look very much different than the plastic toy we have been utilizing, but my mind already understood that there would be no escaping.

“Look how tiny it is my puny cock slave,” my wife said pointedly with a large grin on her face. Çeşme Escort “You will have no room to grow what-so-ever, just the way I like my chaste slave. Hard-ons and orgasms are for real men that know how to please a woman with their big dicks, not little sissy husbands that fantasize about having their penis locked up.”

She must have talked to Mistress Sara for a while when she went to pick up the new belt. There was an assertive and mean tone to her voice today that really shook my self-esteem and made me feel like I belonged here on my knees before my Goddess.

She began to tell me the details of the new chastity belt as she pulled the smooth and shinny tube from the finely crafted box. “This chastity belt is made from hardened titanium. I want you to understand that it will take specialized tools to break out of your new cage. Even if you had the tools, it would take days to work your way though the metal without burning your precious and sensitive skin. With your piercing inserted through these holes,” she firmly stated while pointing to the two holes under and behind the slightly expanded head of the tube, “it will be impossible to pull out of the tube without tearing the piercing from your frenum. Even if you did, the tube is held close to your body and at such a sharp downward angle that I doubt you would be successful in escaping.”

We never exactly established an end date for our naughty little game and it became readily apparent that once I was in the metal device, she could destroy the key and deny me any orgasms until the desire drove me to undergo the humiliation of seeking outside assistance to remove the devious contraption. Once locked, she truly controlled my erections and orgasms. Up to this point, I have been under her control mentally. I was chaste because I chose to remain chaste. I am sure I could have gotten out of my predicament if I tried hard enough but I chose to remain in the belt. With my new chastity belt, choice was no longer an option, no matter how sexually frustrated I got or how badly I needed to cum. Her will was now my only option for release. The thought brought an apprehensive but satisfied smile to my lips.

“What do you find so amusing, cuckold?” she quickly spat when she noticed the upward turn of my lips.

“Forgive me Mistress. The fact that you will truly have control of my orgasms is satisfying. No matter what, I cannot cum without your approval. The option for escape was always there and to be honest, it always beamed like a small glimmer of hope if things went too far. With this belt, I surrender all of my will to you.” I stated bowing my head in submission, even if I was still smiling.

She threw her head back and had a hearty laugh. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that. As a matter of fact, that orgasm you were supposed to have this weekend is canceled!! Why? Because I don’t want your worthless cock to have a fucking orgasm, that’s why. Do you have a problem with that slave?”

“No Mistress,” I quickly reply, the smirk disappearing from my face just as fast.

“Stand up and put your hands behind your back!!” her voice snapped at me and was standing before her in less than a split second, my forearms crossed behind the small of my back and my legs parted allowing her access to my still erect penis. She pulled the triangular plate from the box and three metal straps came with it, one attached to the upper left side and the other two dangling from the attached strap. As she brought it closer to me, I was able to make out a little more detail. First off, it was thicker than it appeared in the box and there were a total of four different old fashion key holes. It occurred to me that the locking mechanism was actually inside the plate. Ingenious; Both the back of the plate and one side of the metal straps were surfaced in some sort of cloth like material, obviously an encouragement for long term wear by making it comfortable to wear.

She slipped the hole in the plate over my still erect cock and brought it closer to my body, grabbing my left testicle and starting to work it through the hole. With my swollen penis already taking up the majority of the space in the small hole, she had to put a significant amount of pressure to squeeze it through. I grimaced and sucked in a sharp breath as she won the battle and my nut shot through the opening. She repeated the process with the right testicle, admonished me as I almost doubled over from the pain, grabbed my scrotum, and victoriously yanked the remaining skin through the opening. The metal plate now rested against my groin.

“I guess I should have tried to shrink you down a little before putting this on,” she spoke softly as I slowed my breathing down. “I mean it isn’t exactly made for a hard cock now is it? I would have never got it on if you weren’t so tiny.”

She was right. The hole in the center was a little tight in my current aroused state but I was sure it would be comfortable when I was flaccid, a state that I would Çiğli Escort know all too well in the future.

Angie wrapped the upper metal band around my waist and inserted the end into an opening in the upper right side of the plate. With the silence in the room, I could hear a ratcheting mechanism ticking as she continued to tighten the band another inch bringing it snug, but comfortable, around my waist. I now understood what the keyhole on the upper right side was for. She reached through my legs and brought both straps that were attached to the back of the belly band between my thighs. One after another the two metal bands were inserted into similar slots on the bottom side of the plate next to two additional keyholes and the plate became one with my body. Angie tried to jiggle it around and I was impressed how immobile it actually was.

She grabbed the end of my stiff member and removed my frenum piercing. As soon as the barbell cleared the hole, she retrieved a small hollow pin from the wooden box, lubricated it with her spit, and began to work it into my piercing. Even with the lubricant, it still required a significant amount of effort to get it in. I could feel the hole being slightly expanded and it was going to take me a bit to get used to this new sensation.

“Well I do believe that is enough fresh air for my little man,” Angie giggled, flicking the head of my penis with the tip of her finger. “I hope you enjoyed your erection for the past 30 minutes because you aren’t going to get many over the next year. With all the orgasms you cheated me out of over the past years; it is only fair that I take yours away.

She was clearly prepared as she brought a bag of ice up to my groin and pressed it roughly against my cock and testicles. The biting cold sent sparks of sharp electricity down my shaft. This was the coldest ice I had ever felt. I would be surprised if the evil bitch used dry ice. God, I hope I don’t get frostbite.

I was shriveled and shrunken in no time. She grabbed a small sock from the box that looked like a tiny piece of panty hose and rolled it down my shaft. Knowing that any extra attention might make the little guy spring back to life, she moved quickly, grabbing the tube and threading the free end of the sock through the piss slit. As she lightly tugged on the sock, she pushed the tube down my shaft until the sock pulled loose and the tube knocked against the plate with the faintest little ding. This was an extremely snug fit and left me almost no room to grow. I couldn’t believe how easy the tube slid on being so tight. I guess that is why they include the sock with your purchase.

I saw something on the tube that I hadn’t noticed before. There were tiny air holes, about a quarter inch in size, spaced equally throughout the tube. As I was looking down inspecting the downturned shiny tube, Angie grabbed another pin from the box and started to insert it through the piercing hole. It took her a few minutes of manipulation to get the holes lined up, twisting this way and that, and the extra stimulation caused me to expand in the tube, growing in length when I was unable to grow in girth, but I soon felt the pin scrape on the inner edge of the hollow tube. She grabbed a key from the box and used it to turn the pin, screwing it into place. That pin wasn’t coming out without the key and my cock head was now snuggled in its new home.

She retrieved the ice again and used it to reverse any progress I made in trying to get hard. The metal easily transferred the frigid cold to my skin and I lost the battle that all men have against the cold.

“Are you ready for real chastity my darling cuckold husband?” She asked, looking me directly in the eye to which I responded with a simple nod. “This is the last step dear. Listen for the click that is going to ensure that pathetic excuse for a cock doesn’t inconvenience anyone else.

She grabbed the tube, twisted a little less than a quarter turn to the right, pressed four locking pins into small holes in the plate that I hadn’t recognized before, and turned it to the left. The positive engagement of the lock resonated like a striker pin hitting a bullet and it was a done deal. I was now completely at her mercy.

Now that I was in this confining device, her words about needing special tools to remove it were really beginning to dawn on me. Perhaps a locksmith would have a good shot at removing it, but the key that hung between her red latex encased tits did not look like any key I have seen before. Even if the locksmith was very skilled, he would have to defeat multiple locks before I would be free. If we start to talk about cutting it off, the sheer number of cutting locations begin to add up; the belly band, both thigh bands, the pin that went through my piercing, and of course the 4 pins holding the tube to the plate. Well let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that. Anyone know how badly titanium rusts?

Angie gave the belt a bunch of tugs in multiple directions to test the Foça Escort fitment. I can tell you that Lady Sara did an excellent job taking all the measurements because this surprisingly light hunk of metal didn’t move more than a millimeter in any direction. The stimulation provided to my genitals was almost non-existent, but in my horny, deprived state, any movement will cause me to try and get hard. I was starting the push against the sides of the tube when the head of my penis made contact with two dull objects. They didn’t cause me any pain but they almost acted as a pressure point that stopped my attempt at an erection.

Angie saw the puzzled expression on my face and spoke up with more compassion in her voice than earlier. “Is your penis trying to get hard inside its new Fort Knox?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I humbly replied, my pitiful attempt at an erection deflating the little amount it had to before coming back to its at-rest state.

“Just a tiny bit of movement and the little soldier boy thinks he needs to come to attention. This belt is exactly what a cuckold slave like you deserves. Judging by the bewildered look on your face, I am guessing you made contact with the points in the dome. Those are there to help keep you flaccid. I know there isn’t much room to grow at all, put you could possibly tear your piercing if you grew too much. That won’t happen with this chastity belt.”

She reached behind her and opened a small compartment towards the center of the box. “One last little surprise for your new jewelry, those openings that look like air holes are actually places where I can add these spikes to your belt. Depending how bad your performance has been, or how naughty I feel, I can adjust your pain level by choosing from three types of inserts.”

Inside the compartment were three groups, each with double rows of six inserts. The first set had a rounded off tip, and even though it was blunted, I was sure it would cause a significant amount of discomfort due to how thin they were. The second set came with a pointed tip that was blunted at the end. Each flattened point would surely create a much targeted point of pressure that was sure to prevent any further growth. But the third set… Oh my GOD!!! The third set had the tip of a fucking sharp point on the end. There was no “It might penetrate skin.” No, depending on what depth they installed to, any slight amount of cock swelling past the point of contact was likely to break skin. I like a little pain but I am almost positive I never want to experience those.

Angie slammed the lid to the box, bringing me back to reality. “Be a good little boy and I won’t have to use the spikes. Now, Jerome is getting back from his trip tonight and he wants to take your wife out for a good time. Follow me upstairs. It is time that you take on a more active role in my extra-marital affairs.”

I obediently followed her up the stairs, my eyes locked on her latex encased ass. The material squeaked when she walked and the material was so tight that it effortlessly invaded the crack of her ass and pussy slit clearly defining each toned cheek and damp labia. I was desperate to taste her pussy, knowing that I would be rewarded with a mouthful of her juices.

When we got to the bedroom, she commanded me to draw a warm bath for her. “Consider this a test. This is your first opportunity to avoid having the spikes put into your cage. I want the water temperature perfect. Too hot? I install some spikes. Too cold? Same result. Once you have the water running, I need you to remove this suit from me but you better be careful with this delicate material. Damage this lovely outfit and I install spikes. Take too long and peewee gets some company as well.”

I wasted no time and quickly made my way into the master bath, taking no less than two minutes to dial in, what I felt was the perfect temperature. Once I returned to our bedroom, my lovely wife and mistress was standing in front of the full length mirror admiring her figure. Even after a few years, she still had an amazing body and the smile on her face let me know that fact was not lost to her.

My fingers tenderly grabbed the zipper in the middle of her back and slowly pulled it down. I call it a zipper but it didn’t have metal teeth, more like a ziplock enclosure than anything else. Once it completed its journey just below her waist, it allowed the top of her buttocks to peak out from the opening in the red material. Only then did I notice how saturated her skin was with perspiration. Her aroma was enticing, a mixture of her natural scent, her perfume, and her sexual arousal. Well let’s see, wet latex shouldn’t be too hard to get off without damaging it, I thought sarcastically.

I started by slowly peeling back the suit from the left side of her neck to her left upper arm, stretching the rubber material ever so slightly to clear her shoulder joint. It startled me when it quickly flipped down but a casual inspection revealed no damage. My plan was to basically turn the suit inside out as I peeled it from her skin but I had a decision to make. Do I continue removing the left arm to give me more room on the right side or should I do the right arm, giving me a much easier time with freeing her entire torso? I didn’t have much time to decide as she barked at me to hurry my ass up.

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Rick told Kelly that she was still beautiful, and it was true that her smooth complexion and wide eyes turned many a man’s head. She also had long, silky hair that came down to her tiny waist. Well, her once tiny waist. Kelly knew her expanding belly was one of the reasons Rick wasn’t interested in fucking her anymore. Okay, so maybe the tears, moodiness and fatigue were not exactly a turn-on, but damnit, she was horny. It seemed like all the blood flow had been re-directed to her pussy these days. Kelly masturbated daily in the shower with the shower head. She turned the water pressure on “high” and let the water pulsations relieve her engorged clit. Though she got some relief, she noticed by 11:00 am she was horny and ready again. Kelly used the vibrator when she couldn’t get in the shower. She laughed thinking that she should put the vibrator in a glass case on the wall by the bed with a sign that said “In an Emergency, Break Glass”. Maybe Rick would get the hint then!

She wanted to feel the warmth of skin against her naked body, feel hands and lips and heavy breathing. She wanted to be fucked–was that too much to ask?

About two nights ago, Rick gave in and let her get on top of his cock after much prodding and poking. She had knelt over his cock and sucked and licked it until it got hard. Not an easy feat for her big belly and huge tits in the way! It had been awkward, but Kelly loved riding his cock deep and she moaned and sighed with each thrust. Rick’s hands had found their way to her big tits and nipples which were no longer just a handful. He seemed to “get into it” when he starting fucking her doggy style and she didn’t even complain that it was hurting her back. But then he suddenly lost his erection and pulled away from her. He mumbled “Sorry, honey,” and then something about his fear of hurting the baby.

Kelly stepped out of the bathtub and dried off. She was sick of masturbating and tired of begging for sex but she was still so horny. Her girlfriends complained how sex was the last thing they wanted when they were pregnant so she couldn’t understand why she was feeling this way.

“Believe me Kel, it’s a sign of things to come,” said Vicky.

“That one time you had sex to get pregnant is probably the last time!” laughed Stacy.

Kelly looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Her face was basically the same, only fuller, and her hair was even thicker and shinier. Her tits were at least a D cup now, and she touched them with her hands to make sure they were the ones she saw reflected in the mirror. Her nipples were bigger and darker and she frowned at the bluish veins. She was carrying most of her weight in the belly area, except for the more roundness of her hips bornova escort and ass. Still she didn’t look bad at all. To cheer herself up, she tried on a baby doll nightie. It was sheer pink with pink marabou feathers lining the hem. The matching thong was out of the question she thought but she slipped her feet into the pink mules that completed the outfit. Kelly looked at her reflection. At least she filled out the top now, and she noticed her nipples really showed prominently through the sheer fabric.

“Who am I kidding? I look like an obese, water-retaining Barbie!” She threw the thong at the mirror and sat down on the bed to mope. She perked up when she saw how much cleavage she had now. Kelly took a moment to caress her tits through the thin fabric, and really feel their fullness. She felt the familiar wetness between her legs beginning. She sighed out of frustration.

Kelly heard the familiar rumble of the courier van pulling up to the house. Rick had insisted since the pregnancy that she work from home. “Telecommuting” is what he called it, but she called it boring! Se missed the bustle of the office and chatting with her coworkers. Now everything was done by fax, email and courier delivery. Kelly fumbled to put a robe over her pink nightie and threw the discs and a pile of papers into a large envelope. When she glanced into the mirror the feathers stuck out no matter how she arranged the robe so she took it off and put on a tank top and kicked off the pink mules. She peered out the window and noticed it wasn’t Al the usual driver but Eddie. Kelly watched him on her walkway and noticed his tan and lean body and the way the sun had bleached his hair lighter. Cuter than she remembered but he was young. Anyway, how pathetic was she? Really, Kelly! The delivery guy? What’s next the mailman? The dishwasher repair man? She felt like an animal in heat. She opened the door before he rang the bell and flashed him a smile.

“Hey, uh, Eddie, right? What happened to Al?” She took the clipboard from him and initialed the form.

Eddie looked at her not realizing she had been ‘Mrs. K. Ross’, the name on the package. He knew she was “Kelly” from the company picnic. What a hottie! She had a great ass but was married to an older guy, Rich or Rick? She still looked pretty hot even knocked-up.

“Yeah, Al broke his wrist golfing or something. I’m doing his route until he gets back.”

“I’m sorry to hear about that, I’ll have to call Dana about giving money towards flowers or something,” Kelly replied.

“Yeah, uh, I saw an envelope going around if you want me to give your money to Dana?”

“That would be great! You don’t mind? Come in, and let me get bostanlı escort my purse.”

Eddie followed Kelly into the foyer and up the steps into the kitchen. He noticed her hair was still damp and smelled like peaches.

“Help yourself to a soda or something and I’ll get my bag,” Kelly said.

Eddie popped open a can of soda and leaned against the counter looking around the kitchen.

“Here’s a twenty from me,” she said. She stuck a post-it note to it and wrote her name on it.

Eddie’s Nextel pager starting ringing. When he picked up and said “Hello? Arlene?”

There was no answer.

“Mind if I use your phone? This pager hasn’t been working right today.”

While Eddie used the phone, Kelly opened up the work package and examined the contents.

When he got off the phone, his eye caught an aquarium photo of Kelly and her husband looking radiantly happy.

“Great picture of you and Rick,” Eddie said.

“Thanks, except if that photo was taken now I’d be the whale,” she replied mournfully.

“Nah, you still look hot!” he blurted out. Then he turned red. He remembered reading in a magazine somewhere that pregnant women had extra tight cunts and milk sometimes leaked out of their tits. He coughed nervously.

“Sorry, I uh, better get going,” Eddie mumbled.

She had a really weird look on her face right then. Her eyes glistened like she was ready to cry. Kelly’s instinct was suddenly motherly and she wanted to kiss Eddie on the head and ruffle his hair.

“Thank you, really, that means a lot to me right now!” she gushed. She got up and hugged him while he stood there quite stiffly, arms at his side at first. Without thinking his hands were on the roundness of her ass. Kelly pulled back, slightly shocked. She saw a look of panic on his face.

“It’s okay,” Kelly whispered. Without realizing what was happening, Kelly’s mouth was on his. Eddie responded right away, his warm tongue slithered into her mouth quite expertly making her feel a little weak in the knees.

“You are so hot,” he murmured in her ear. He kissed her neck and was licking her ear and Kelly felt herself becoming wet as he was grabbed her ass more aggressively.

She was breathing hard as he opened her robe and lifted up her tank top. He sucked and licked her nipples and his hands moved between her legs. Kelly felt limp, like a rag doll, unable to protest. Her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head when she felt his tongue on her clit and then inside her shaven pussy. She closed her eyes and gripped the countertop behind her in order to steady herself. Eddie suddenly picked her up and carried her to the bedroom and buca escort sat on the bed with her across his lap. His mouth couldn’t resist her big tits and nipples and he sucked on them and tasted something liquid-y on his tongue. His dick felt rock hard. He couldn’t believe it when her hand reached to unzip his pants and released his cock. It sprung out, almost like a soldier at attention.

“Please,” she groaned. “Let me suck you off.” Eddie had no chance to reply because her full mouth lips was on his cock in a flash. He lay back on the bed while she sucked him deep into the back of her throat. She was moaning as she sucked on him, her body had craved skin-to-skin contact so badly. Kelly’s tongue moved up and down his cock making it even bigger and harder. She started licking his balls and he almost jumped because no one had ever done that before.

“I’m gonna cum,” he muttered.

“Then do it, cum in my mouth,” she murmured. Her tongue and lips moved faster on his shaft, wetting him and applying just the right amount of pressure and heat.

“I wanna fuck you so bad,” Eddie whispered in her ear. He sat up and kneeled behind her while she got on her hands and knees. His cock penetrated her from behind, slowly at first, then he pushed his dick all the way into her slick pussy. His hands gripped the sides of her round ass. She loved it doggy style, loved feeling balls up against her ass.

“Man, you are so tight!” he cried out burying his cock inside her.

“Ooh, you’re fucking me so good, do it deeper!” Kelly called. She reached up to rub her clit, moaning as her cunt responded by gripping Eddie’s cock even harder.

“Oh fuck, yeah! Uh!uh! Oh, God!” he yelled as he continued to pump her pussy hard and deep just like she requested.

“Please, oh God, please, I’m gonna cum!” she screamed.

“Do it, cum on me, I wanna feel that pussy cum!”

Her body seemed to shudder as she came hard on his cock.

“Uh! Uh!” was all she managed to say. Tears came to her eyes from the release. Eddie slid out of her and pulled her on top of him and propped himself up on pillows.

“Ride my cock.” He sucked on her nipple hungrily to taste the leaking fluid. Kelly groaned as he sucked at her tits and climbed onto his cock and rode him roughly at first. His hands on her hips slowed her down and allowed her to ride him deeper and slower. To her amazement she felt like she cumming again, involuntary squeaky sounds escaping her mouth with each thrust.

“Yeah, do it, I’m gonna cum inside your cunt, right now!”

Eddie’s dick pulsated deep inside her wet pussy, while Kelly rode him rough again yelling “Uh!Uh!” and then she felt herself explode again. Just then, Eddie’s Nextel pager rang, shocking them to reality. They separated awkwardly and reached for their clothes.

“I better go, Arlene’s been on my case all day,” he said

“Yes, of course, tell everyone ‘hello’ from me.”

“See you tomorrow?” he asked shyly.

“Sure, Eddie, see you tomorrow,” smiled Kelly.

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The week after my initial encounter with Brenda started off normally enough, but soon I realized that she wasn’t about to forget what had happened between us. I couldn’t help but notice that her demeanor towards me had changed when we got into work Monday. Whereas before, she was always courteous and continually looking to help out in any way she could, now I had the impression she was being rather rude. All of yesterday she didn’t say a word to me and brusquely brushed past me throughout the day. Today didn’t seem to be any better, as she completely ignored me in the hall.

I didn’t want to confront her with this or bring up her change in attitude to anyone in the office; I was still deathly afraid that she would tell someone what had happened despite her assurances. So, I went along pretending that nothing had changed. I thought that if I let things slide, tried to stay out of her way, and forgot about what it was like to be between her legs, she would eventually forget about the whole thing, and we could move past the experience.

When she asked me to come into her office Tuesday morning, those hopes were quickly dashed.

“Hey Matt, sorry I didn’t get to talk to you yesterday. You know how busy things were around here.”

“Ummm, yeah, it was real busy. No problem.”

“Are you ok with everything?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You know… about what happened last Friday? I wanted to know if you were cool with things.”

“Yeah, sure… whatever. I’m ok with it,” I replied, trying to play it cool.

“Good. I was a bit worried after you didn’t seem to want anything to do with me yesterday.”

“Me??”

“Look, never mind. Maybe we were both acting a bit weird,” she stated. “Anyway, I wanted to be sure you were ok.”

“Well, to be honest, I was hoping we could put it behind us and just move on. You know, get back to how we were before it happened,” I confided.

I could see a look of dejection on her face for a moment before she spoke defensively. “What? You didn’t like it? You certainly seemed to enjoy it.”

“It’s not that,” I stammered. I was about to go on, but she cut me off.

“I know it’s not. The way you were eating me out, I could tell you loved it. And so did I. I couldn’t get it out of my mind all weekend. I kept thinking of looking down at your face buried between my legs, your tongue darting into my cum filled pussy.”

“And what about Adam?” I asked, referring to her boyfriend.

“I told you about him on Friday. He’ll never do anything like that. ‘A front to his manhood’ or something,” she said mockingly. “He certainly benefited from my mood all weekend. I think I wore him out for the rest of this week. But I think I want to been eaten out after sex again.”

I had a feeling she was going to say that, but there‘s no way I was going to go for it.

“Brenda, remember, we’re both in relationships. I don’t know about you, but I’m quite happy in mine. I feel bad enough as it is about what happened. I’d rather not jeopardize things,” I pleaded. I thought that if I could show her that I really wasn’t comfortable with this, she might accept it.

“Don’t get me wrong Matt, I would never leave Adam or want to ruin our relationship either. But I have this urge, this desire…” she trailed off.

For a moment neither of us spoke, and I could see in her expression that her mind were somewhere else. I knew she was thinking about last Friday, and I hoped she was realizing this wasn’t worth risking our current relationships.

“What if I watched?” she asked.

“Huh?? Watched what?” I replied, puzzled at her suggestion.

“Well, if you won’t eat it out of my pussy, what if I watched you eat it out of Jennifer’s? I know it’s not the same, but maybe it’ll help.”

“What?!” I exclaimed. “Jenny would never go for that. Besides, how on earth would I explain that one?? ‘Oh yeah, honey, Brenda’s going to sit here on the side of the bed and watch. Do you mind?’ She’d have my hide in a heartbeat!”

“Well, that’s not exactly what I was thinking. Though I like that thought as well,” she smirked. “No, I mean, is there somewhere in your bedroom that I could be when it happened? Somewhere I can see but not be seen watching?”

“I don’t know, Brenda. This seems a bit out there to me,” I sputtered. My mind had already started playing with the idea. Maybe there was a spot she could hide. Our closet had one of those sliding track doors with shutter style blinds.

“You’re the one responsible for this. If it weren’t for you and your stories and then what you did to me on Friday, I wouldn’t even being saying this. And you’ll be with your girlfriend, so what’s the big deal?”

She had a point; or at least it sounded like she did. And I couldn’t deny the fact that just thinking about her watching us turned me on.

“I guess there basmane escort is a closet you could hide in,” I relented.

“Good. Give her a call. Nothing like a lunchtime quickie in the middle of the week,” she stated.

“You mean today?!” I was just getting used to the idea, let alone ready to put the plan into action. The reality of it all was starting to hit me.

“Yeah today. Come on. Please?? We might as well do it now before either one of us gets cold feet anyway.”

Looking at the expression on her face, I couldn’t help but start to back down. There’s only so much resistance I could put up to a beautiful woman.

“Well, let me give her a call,” I conceded reluctantly. “She might not even be in the mood.”

A few moments later, I found myself sitting at my desk wondering how exactly I got myself into this predicament. Actually, I knew how I got into it. I’d always been a sucker for a pretty girl. And the whole idea had turned me on the moment she brought it up. For a moment, I toyed with the idea of not even calling Jenny. I could tell Brenda that she wasn’t available or that she wasn’t feeling good or something. Perhaps if I did, Brenda would get those cold feet she had mentioned. The mere thought that she’d back out seemed to be the deciding factor, and my hand immediately went for the phone. I wanted this just as badly as she did.

“Good Afternoon, Jennifer speaking,” I heard my girlfriend answer as she picked up the phone.

“Ohhh..” I moaned into the receiver, “You have such a sexy voice; it gets me hard just hearing it.”

“Matt?? Nice, nice way to start a conversation.” I could hear the sarcasm in her voice, but I knew she enjoyed hearing me talk dirty to her while she was at work.

“What are you doing for lunch, hon?” I asked.

“Nothing yet.”

“How about you meet me at the house for a quick snack?” I asked.

“What do we have to eat?”

“You.”

“Matt!!” she shouted under her breath. “I see what this is all about. You seemed a bit out of it this weekend. I should have known you were just horny.”

“What do you say? I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Oh, I have no doubts about that. I’ll make sure you do.”

We agreed to meet around noon. I told her I’d get there a little early and be ready for her.

As the hour drew closer to lunchtime, my mind was as far away from work as possible. I kept thinking about Brenda in the closet watching us. I wondered if she’d be playing with herself and if she’d enjoy the show. I tried to imagine Jennifer and how she would react if she knew. She had always been a bit of an exhibitionist, wearing short skirts, see through blouses and such. But never, in the time we had gone out, had we ever done anything sexual where people could see us.

Around 11:40, Brenda walked into my office.

“Ready to go?” she asked excitedly. Evidently, those cold feet were no where to be found.

“You sure you still want to do this?”

“More than ever, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it,” she admitted. “I hope I have a good view. I bet it will be almost as good as watching your head between my own legs.”

“Shhh!!” I tried to quiet her. I didn’t feel comfortable talking about this in my office. You never know who could walk by.

As we drove to my house a few miles away, neither of us said much of anything. I think we were both a bit preoccupied.

We arrived at my house and I figured we had about 10 minutes until Jenny got there. We walked towards the back of the house and into the bedroom.

“Clean much?” Brenda giggled.

“Hey, we weren’t expecting company back here.” I said wryly.

“So, where’s my seat?”

“Back here in the closet.” I walked to the closet and moved the sliding door. Shoving the clothes down the hanging rod, I was able to create just enough room for someone to stoop in the corner if they bent at their knees.

“Quick, close the door and I’ll make sure I can see.”

I did as she suggested and heard her through the door, “Perfect!”

She slid the door open from inside and stepped out.

“Looks like someone’s already excited,” she proclaimed starring down at the slight bulge in my pants.

“Yeah, well…” I blushed.

I heard the faint sound of our car pulling up into the drive and told Brenda to hurry up and get into the closet.

“And be quiet!” I instructed as I made my way out of the bedroom.

Jennifer walked in the front door and tossed her purse on the living room recliner. “Babe?” she called out.

“Hey sweetie, I’m here.” I responded walking down the hallway.

“Bad news, Stan called a meeting, and I need to be back soon. But I got so wet after you called me, I didn’t want to cancel.”

She led me back to the bedroom, taking her blouse off as bayındır escort she entered. I responded by pulling my own shirt over my head and made my way towards the bed. I watched Jenny slide her skirt over her hips and kick it toward the corner with her feet. She stood for a moment before me, wearing nothing but her thong bottoms and bra.

I gazed at her feminine form. The beautiful curves of her breasts were held up by the thin cotton fabric of her bra. Her thong bottoms, with their high cut straps, cut just above her hips. Before walking towards the bed, she peeled the thong from her legs.

I quickly pushed my pants and boxers down about my knees.

“Now, I think you were looking for something to eat,” she said as she came towards me and pushed me back down towards the bed.

Before I could reply, she was pulling her knees up to straddle either side of my face. “I think this is just what you had in mind,” I heard her say as she lowered her pussy to my face.

As my tongue dove into her wetness, I felt the weight of her body begin to grind onto my lips. She loved to ride me hard grinding her clit into my tongue.

“Oh yeah, that’s my little boy,” she moaned.

Suddenly, I thought about Brenda watching from the closet. I had forgotten about her for a moment but now wondered if she heard how Jennifer talked to me. I was slightly embarrassed, then remembered she had talked similarly last week.

Pushing up on Jennifer’s thighs slightly I asked, “Do you want to climb on my cock?”

“Oh no, I want you just like this,” she answered. “You’re going to eat my pussy until we’re both satisfied.”

She often took control and rode my mouth to orgasm whenever she was in the mood. I knew this wasn’t why we were here, but Brenda would just have to deal with it.

“You like that don’t you, baby?” she prodded.

“Oh yes, I’d do anything for you… “ I managed to squeeze out between her thrusts as my tongue darted in and around her clit.

“Oh that‘s right,” she muttered. “I’ll take you and use you until I’m done with you. You’re my little fuck slave.”

I could only nod in agreement as her pussy ground into my lips and gums.

“Mmmhmm… I want to see you play with yourself,” she demanded as her head twist to look behind her. “Stroke that tiny cock.“

She enjoyed watching me masturbate and I knew that it would bring her to orgasm to see me stroking my dick in my hands as I ate her out. I had been hard since before she even got home and was already turned on to no end so I knew I wouldn’t last long. I began to play with my cock as she talked to me, fucking my face.

“That’s it. You’re my little slut, aren’t you?? You’ll do whatever I tell you to; won’t you?”

The words from her mouth and the feel of my hands sliding up and down my cock had my orgasm building. I was trying to hold out from exploding all over my stomach before she came, but I wasn‘t sure how long I‘d last..

“Come for me baby, come all over your tummy. That’s it; stroke that little prick for me.”

That was it. I couldn’t hold out anymore. My tongue dove as deep into her pussy as I could thrust it, and the taste of her pussy overwhelmed my taste buds… My cock began to erupt as my orgasm washed over me and I began to shoot warm thick cum onto my stomach and up onto my chest.

“That’s it. Oh yeah, baby. Cum for me,” she screamed. I thought she was on the brink of her own orgasm. To my surprise, she began to lift her hips from my face. I had no clue what was going on, but I knew she hadn’t cum yet. Even though I’d already had my own orgasm, I hoped she wasn’t ready to stop.

“Ummhmm, you’re my little fuck slut; aren’t you?” she again asked.

“Yes, please, please let me finish,” I pleaded.

“Oh, don’t worry, you aren’t done yet.”

As she slid off my face, her crotch descended onto my cum soaked stomach. As she rubbed her pussy across my belly, I thought she would start to play with her clit and bring herself to orgasm as she stroked her pussy across my softening cock.

Instead, she picked herself up off my body and slid her left hand between her legs to corral a strand of cum that had formed between the lips of her pussy and my stomach. She gathered the loose strand and once it released from my skin, I watched as she rubbed it back onto the top of her cunt. My gaze went from her cum covered pussy to her face. I saw pure lust in her eyes. She didn’t say a word as her legs shifted back up on either side of my face.

I was able to make out the words, “I love you,” before she lowered her creamed pie onto my face.

She either ignored my words or didn’t quite hear them as she ordered, “Clean that fucking pussy, you little fucking cum slut!!”

I was completely unprepared. The familiar salty, yet bitter taste of my bayraklı escort cum reached my tongue as I moved it around her pussy. I gathered and swallowed as much of my cum as I could. Despite my attempt to swallow, it felt as if it were still stuck in the back of my throat. I continued to lick her pussy and suck the cum from her skin into my own mouth. After cleaning her clit completely, I began to suck on her loose pussy lips, taking them into my mouth and pulling them away from her body. I watched her fingers find the way to her clit as she began to play with herself right above my nose.

She began to moan groans of pleasure, and I knew she was nearing her own orgasm. As she came from the multiple sensations of her own fingers and my tongue, her pussy flooded with her juices and began to coat my lips and mouth. The taste in my mouth went from my own to hers as I heard her scream in the throes of passion; her hips convulsed and bucked as her orgasm overtook her body.

I felt the full weight of her body slump down upon my chest and she rolled onto her back on the bed beside me.

“God, I needed that,” she sighed. “And thanks to you, I’m all cleaned up already.”

She smiled and started to get off of the bed. “Oh shit! What time is it?! I need to hurry up and get back to work sweetie. I’m sorry.”

As she began to rummage around the floor picking up her panties and skirt, I consoled her, “It’s ok baby. That’s the definition of a lunchtime quickie anyway.”

She laughed and pointed at my stomach which still had the remnants of my orgasm, “You’d better get cleaned up and back to work yourself.”

“I will, I will. It’s a slow afternoon, so no hurry.”

I watched her as she put her clothes on as sexily as she had taken them off. She grabbed her blouse from the floor and walked over to the bed.

“Now, if you’re a good boy, this is just the beginning. I don’t think I’m quite satisfied, and I’ll need some more attention tonight,” she told me as she leaned down to kiss me. “Gotta run hon, have a good afternoon.”

She started out of the bedroom, and I heard her walk down the hall and then out the front door. A moment later, I heard the soft sound of a moan coming from the closet. My mind went to Brenda, and I arose from the bed and walked towards the closet. Instead of sliding the door, I simply placed my hand upon it As more sounds came from inside. Soon I was listening to Brenda bringing herself quickly to orgasm.

As I opened the door, Brenda’s head pulled up from her chest, and I saw that she had her hand down the front of her pants which had been unbuttoned at some point.

“God, that was so fucking hot,” Brenda said.

I gave her my hand to pull her from the closet.

“Is that what you were expecting?” I asked.

“Actually no. It was better. I love how she dominates you like that. She’s so in control,” she told me. “I could never do that to Adam. He’d never put up with it.”

I blushed but didn’t say anything.

“And she’s right. You do have a little prick. No wonder she enjoys your tongue,” she commented and gazed down at my now shriveled cock. “I almost feel sorry for her. But I guess you make up for it with… other talents.”

“Um… Yeah. I guess so,” I replied, not knowing what else to say. “Well, I’m going to run into the bathroom to clean up. I’ll be out in a second.”

As I used a washcloth to clean the last traces of my noontime quickie, Brenda’s comment about my cock started to bother me. I always thought that Jenny had said those things in the throws of passion but never thought she really believed it. She had never mentioned anything about my size, or lack thereof, when we weren’t making love. It was just part of the dominating act she put on. Or at least I thought it was. Now with Brenda saying something, maybe there was some truth to it. I’d have to ask Jenny sometime.

After finishing getting cleaned up, I dressed again and walked out to the living room. Brenda was busy putting on her lipstick.

“Ready to get back to work?” I asked.

“Yeah. But it’ll be tough to think about spreadsheets after seeing that,” she said. “You know, while you were in the bathroom, I got to thinking. Maybe we can make things work out.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, perhaps we can arrange things so everyone is happy.”

“I’m still not following you.”

“I get my cum filled pussy eaten, you get to go down on women after sex and Jenny gets fucked by a nice big dick. I mean, it could happen you know.”

“Look Brenda, don’t push it. I think this is over. Perhaps you can talk Adam into it, but let’s just get back to normal.”

“Normal? I think you were far from normal already,” she said slyly.

“Let’s just get back to work,” I pleaded.

The drive back to work was just as silent as the drive to the house. I glanced over at Brenda. I could tell she was scheming something in that brain of hers, and I wasn’t sure if I should be scared or excited about the prospects….

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Let me tell you something. If there’s one thing that I’ve learned in my 30 years of living, it’s never underestimate what a woman would do to get what she wanted.

A few years ago, I had still been single, and unsexed for months. Many months. I was desperate at that point, of course.

So I went to a bar, at the suggestion of my buddy, Nick.??

I entered the bar, and the first person I saw was a lady who was dressed in a sky blue dress, which accentuated her body curves. For some reason, she turned to look at me, and at that moment, I really felt what people called ‘love at first sight’.

I approached her, and started to flirt. Or tried to, anyway.??

‘Hi. My name’s Mick.’??

‘Jagger?’??

‘H-huh? Sorry?’??

‘You know,’ she sighed, ‘THE Mick Jagger? Lead singer of The Rolling Stones?’

‘Oh right, of course. I knew that,’ I lied.

We proceeded to talk about many things, and I realized we shared many interests. We both liked to play video games, and we once lived in the same town.

‘Hey, you know what? I’d really like to talk more, but I really need the washroom,’ I said.??

‘Oh, is that why you have an erection? I thought you were just happy to see me,’ she said nonchalantly.

‘U-uh..Yeah…Sorry about that,’ I replied, face crimson, and ears burning. I just realized I had a huge erection, and my soft pants did nothing to hide it. I walked gingerly to the toilet, trying to hide my erection.

As I relieved myself, I continued to berate myself for the embarrassing scene out there. Damn dick, I thought, flicking the top of my still-hard penis. I jumped, the sensation new to me. I was surprised. I’d never been an experimental sort of person, so most of the time the kinkiest thing I did to myself was just to masturbate.??

I exit the toilet, erection still apparent, and sat down, leaning onto the table to hide it with my upper body.

‘You know what?’ she asked. ‘Let’s do something about your erection,’ she said, touching my genitals over the pants. I was surprised. She’s doing that in public???

‘Quick, finish your drink, and we’ll go back to my place. It’s just across the street.’ I gulped down my drink, and in my concentration, fortunately lost my erection.

‘I-it’s just ahead?’ I asked, as I felt kind of light-headed.??

She nodded.??

As we entered the building, my vision started to become blur, and my legs started to collapse as I felt my body impact the floor. A gray tunnel enveloped my vision and slowly blocked out more of my sight as the seconds went by.

I blacked out.??

I woke up in a more or less empty room. I noticed I was naked, to my horror. I tried to cover myself up, but I realised my limbs had all been restrained by metal cuffs. I tried to break the cuffs with my arms, but it didn’t do anything, except bruise my wrist.

The door opened, and the lady walked in.

‘By the way, my name’s Sarah,’ she said, as though we were still in the pub.

‘H-hi. Um, may I know what’s going on?’ I asked, very embarrassed that she was seeing me naked.

‘Oh, don’t worry about that. I restrained you,’ she replied as-a-matter-of-factly.

Why?’ I demanded an answer.

‘You know, so you wouldn’t be able to escape.’

‘Escape? Escape from what?!’

‘This,’ she said, bringing her right arm from behind her back, revealing a pair of nunchucks.

‘What?!’

‘Oh, don’t worry,’ alaçatı escort she assured, her tone not at all reassuring, ‘These won’t hurt at all. I’ve heard that the testicles are really resistant to shock.’

My eyes widened in horror. ‘W-what?! What are you going to do?! Please let me go! Look, I don’t have an erection, so you don’t have to deal with anything!’

‘No erection? Oh, right. You know, let’s make that fact no longer true.’

With that, she threw the nunchucks down on the floor, the wooden sticks letting out a cluck. She then brought my penis up and into her mouth, and started sucking while her tongue circled my head.

‘Ohh…’ I moaned.

‘There, there’s an erection right there,’ she said. My penis was rock-hard again.

‘Huh? What?’

‘All right. While you stay there and daze, I’ll just start inflicting some pain.’

I suddenly remembered what she was saying.

‘What?! NO! NO! Please! Not on the testicles!’ I pleaded.

‘Don’t worry. You might even find it pleasurable. See, you even have an erection!’

I tried to will my erection away, even though I knew she wouldn’t let me go anyway.

Then, it started. She seemed a novice at using the nunchucks, but when you’re bound, and your legs are spread apart, even a rubber band can inflict some serious pain, let alone a girl with a real weapon.

She held one end of the weapon, and swung the other in a circular motion before bringing it straight up between my legs.

I groaned. A dull ache started to spread throughout my abdomen. ‘Oh God…’

‘Oh come on, baby, it’s hardly even started yet,’ she said, contorting her mouth to make an ‘O’ shape to mimic a baby speaking. I cringed at her attempt, even as my balls were aching.

‘What? Oh. You don’t find it hard enough? I’ll try my best, then, dear!’

She held both ends of the nunchucks with both her arms, and brought both up together onto my legs. Even though the area was larger, it meant that the force of her impact was a lot harder. I groaned again.

‘Please…’ I begged again. ‘Why are you doing this?’ I pleaded for an answer.

‘I really like you,’ she said.

‘What?! Then why are you doing this?’

‘Oh, it’s a natural contraceptive. I don’t ever want to have kids. I’m not going to insert stuff into my pussy as contraceptive. If you let me do this, you will never get anyone pregnant. Isn’t that a small price to pay?’

‘What? NO! I still want to have kids! I’ll use a condom!’ I shot at her. Why I decided to embrace the fact that we were getting married, I didn’t know.

‘Well, I don’t think that’s in your power, dear.’ I started to wonder if what she said might be true. If she really loved me, why would she inflict such agony on me?

‘You know what, I knew these nunchucks wouldn’t be as effective as my machine.’

She left the room, and I was left there to wonder what she meant as the ache started to subside. I thanked God. Is it already over?

The answer was obvious, because minutes later, she walked back in with a large machine that was similar in size and shape to a computer CPU. However, there was a small paddle attached to a thick, black rod. I wondered what it was for, though not for long.

‘Baby, look at this bad boy. It will help automate the contraceptive process. This thing here,’ she said as she took the paddle attachment in hand, ‘Will slap your alaybey escort testicles as long as it would take to stop your sperm production, and as fast as I want it to be.’

I did not know what to feel. She did some arrangements to the height of my restraints. I had no idea how she managed to lift me off the ground, but she did.

She then pressed a button on the machine that caused the paddle attachment to be only held by two metal welds to the machine by the sides, so that it can rotate vertically.

‘Dear, get ready, it will hurt you a lot,’ she said, ‘But it’s all worth it!’

She pressed another button, which caused the paddle to start rotating, and pushed the attachment right between my legs. The paddle was flexible, so it would flex, making slapping my testicles every time it spun one round not a problem at all.

‘Ah, perfect height! I’ll see you in awhile,’ she said, before she left the room.

‘Oh God…’ I said out loud, as the machine slapped my testicles.

At first, I just closed my eyes and decided to just take it like a man, but the ache quickly skyrocketed, and I couldn’t take the pain anymore. I started to scream in pain, and my eyes watered as the pain got to more than I could take.

This went on for a few more minutes, and I was already buckling against the restraints as though my life depended on it. Hearing the ruckus, Sarah decided to come in and check on me.

‘What’s going on? How are you feeling?’

Through all the pain in my balls and the ache in my abdomen, it was hard to do anything other than moan and groan, let alone swear at her.

‘Mmm,’ she sang, ‘Is someone getting grumpy? Maybe it’s time to check on your progress.’

As she finished, she stopped the machine. Even though my balls still hurt extremely badly, I found solace in knowing that the torture was done, even if temporarily.

‘Oh God, dear, the machine was on the high settings which were only meant for solely inflicting pain! I’m so sorry!’ she apologized.

Whether she was just putting on an act, I had no idea. But I reveled in the situation.

She released my restraints, and I fell to the floor shoulder first. I heard a barely audible crack, but the pain was no match for my tormented genitals.

I groaned; the fall had made me squeeze my tortured balls in between my legs.

She left the room, presumably to get a first aid kid to see what she could do.

I made slow movements to checking to see if my balls were damaged in any way. It was hard, but I eventually managed to take a look at them. They were very red from the spanking, and had swollen to the size of tennis balls.

I cringed. Surely they aren’t really damaged permanently?

I lay there for what seemed like a half hour, as I felt the pain disappear very, very slowly. I tried to stand up at one point, but it only re-ignited the aching.

I learned to not try.

She came in later with what I assumed to be some lotion or ointment.

‘Mick, open your legs,’ she demanded.

‘N-No!’ I refused. One time was enough. I wasn’t going to risk her driving her knuckles straight into my baby-makers, if they can even be called that now.

‘No, please, I’m sorry! I’m trying to do all I can to ease your pain!’ she pleaded.

‘No! Go away!’ I refused once again and pushed her away. She lost her balance, tripped on her own legs and fell on aliağa escort her bottom.

‘Alright, listen up Mick. Either I apply lotion on your balls and you can lay there all you want, or I will tie you up to the machine again and I will set the frequency to ten times a second,’ she said.

I shuddered at the thought of my balls being brutally beaten again, so I slowly opened my legs up.

She took out a tube, and squeezed out a large amount of white, gooey liquid onto her palm and proceeded to rub my balls. It was still aching, but no amount of aching can prevent an erection when a girl is rubbing your balls lovingly.

She rubbed the lotion all over the shaft of my penis, and even pulled down the skin and applied it on my glans.

The lotion started to numb the pain within seconds and my whole genital area felt really cool. But soon enough, it started. It started to burn.

‘Oh God!’ I screamed in pain. ‘WHAT IS THIS?!’ I shouted at her, demanding an explanation.

‘This is lotion! I-I use it to ease my muscle aches sometimes!’ she answered.

‘What lotion is this?!’

‘IcyHot! It works all the time!’

‘WHAT?! ICYHOT?!’ I shouted at the top of my voice at her.

‘W-What’s wrong?’ she questioned nervously, her voice quivering, obviously oblivious to its effects.

‘IT BURNS THE BALLS, YOU BITCH!’

‘Oh my God! I’m so sorry! So sorry, sorry, sorry…’

The next one hour was the worst hour of my life. Ever.

As my balls burned, I rubbed them as hard as I could to try and get the IcyHot off, but the rough treatment meant my balls started to ache again. My eyes started to water, and I couldn’t move at all.

Sarah tried to ease the pain by using her high-pressure shower hose to direct water at my balls.

‘No, don’t — ‘ I started.

She turned on her shower to the maximum pressure and sprayed.

‘OH GOD SARAH STOP!’ I screamed at the top of my voice. The high-pressure water was akin to somebody using their bare hands to squeeze my testicles, as the water shot at high-speed to my vas deferens.

In hindsight, it was still worth it. I’ll tell you why.

After the whole incident, she lifted me to her bed, all the while with me moaning as a result of the movement.

‘Tell you what, Mick. Since I caused you so much pain, I will make it up to you by offering to you the exact opposite of pain.’

‘H-Huh?’ I stammered. I acted like I didn’t know what she meant, but deep down I knew she was going to do something really, really great.

‘You’ll see, Mick.’

She spread my legs open, and while I resisted a little in fear, I still gave in to my primal need for pleasure.

She slid my foreskin down, and started to lick my glans penis, while she pumped my shaft.

I was in heaven. She may have forgotten what she did earlier, and fondled my balls roughly, but the pain was worth it. Indeed, it even heightened the experience.

Soon, I felt a pressure at the base of my penis.

‘S-Sarah…I’m going to — ‘

‘Shut up, and do what you do,’ she cut me off.

As I passed the point of no return, my penis started to spasm, and I came so hard, and so much. She just sucked my penis as though it was a straw and swallowed my cum.

‘Don’t worry, Mick. That’s not the end of it. I will make you cum this hard, every day.’

Of course, I married her. She may have tried to use what simply amounted to mindless torture as a ‘natural contraceptive’, her blowjobs and handjobs every single day more than made up for it.

Oh, my balls? They weren’t damaged at all. We eventually had kids. She probably should’ve went through with her contraceptive plan, though. The kids got in the way of the daily pleasure sometimes.

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