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I should have read the requirements! Simon mused angrily on his situation. Just three weeks after moving from his American hometown to Stockholm, Sweden to begin a prestigious sports science degree, he had been handed this ultimatum. It was his dream to get into professional sports in whatever capacity he could, and a qualification from a top European school was a far better start than anything he could have got back home, particularly as he’d got in on a full scholarship. But now his entire future at the Uni rested on this supposed ‘formality’ – a full medical. Thankfully, the director of his program spoke English. Simon had assumed everyone at the university would speak English, but they seemed madly intent on talking in their native tongue. His half-hearted attempts to pick up this frustrating language had not really advanced in three weeks beyond ‘hello.’

“The language barrier could be a serious issue in the medical, Simon.”

Coach Karlsson was sympathetic to Simon’s situation but this medical should technically have been done before the scholarship had been awarded to the young lad. It was Karlsson himself who had first pushed for such a thorough examination of all the lads to be undertook; the female examinations he left solely in the hands of a female member of staff, he had little interest in them.

“There’s going to be a lot of questions. In Swedish. I suggest you take a friend with you who can translate.”

Simon whined at the need for all this red tape. Why couldn’t coach come with him? But he got a firm reply, the University must seem impartial. There was a possibility he could fail and that would mean termination of his scholarship. Realising this was no joke, Simon began to seriously panic. He could not bear being sent back after just getting here. He realised now what an idiot he had been, he had had all summer to learn the damn language. Wracking his thoughts on the availability of his limited circle of acquaintances here, his mind fell to one person.

“Oh don’t worry about it Coach,” he smiled “I know a girl who’ll do whatever I ask of her.”

*

Elsa could barely contain her happiness as she got into the passenger seat of Simon’s rented car. After three weeks of adoring this hunky American he had asked her – out of everyone – to help him! He must have had loads of options she thought, with his muscular frame, his thick black hair, those elegant cheekbones and his penetrating cold blue eyes, such a beauty! Though they lived in the same student flat and she was one of the few who would speak in English for him, Elsa barely felt she had got past his standoffish demeanour. She longed to know more of this foreign boy, to spend more time with him, to love him.

Arriving at the private medical centre for the appointment, Simon still seemed reluctant to talk to her, even agitated. She tried to break through his gloomy mood and cheer him up, reassuring him that such a fit guy like him would breeze through what was probably just a glorified check-up. In truth Simon was getting a bit annoyed with the cheery disposition and ready smile of this girl. Sure she was sort of cute, but only in a provincial, small town sort of way. Her dull brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her clothes were pretty dowdy, with a knee-length skirt, scruffy sneakers and a knitted cardigan covering her best assets, a very large pair of boobs. Simon mused that she certainly could be pretty if only she dressed up a little more. He chuckled, recalling the facebook photos of her he had enjoyed some alone time to; her at some cousin’s wedding in a very low-cut top. He knew she liked him, adored him maybe, but he could probably do better. She didn’t fit the Swedish blonde stereotype he was lusting to conquer.

Motioned quickly through the reception into a private examination room Simon was confronted with a very stern looking doctor. A female doctor. It was a fearsome pose. Her heeled feet stood a length apart and her hands were crossly placed on her hips. Above the black heels was a grey pencil skirt, a white blouse and white medical coat. Simon noticed the buttons of her blouse were undone just enough to give him a slight teasing peek at a lacy white bra hiding underneath. She couldn’t have been much older than 30. She wore red-rimmed glasses and her hair tied back in a neat bun. An angry-looking pout suggested she was not entirely happy about having to see to Simon.

Snapping something in her native tongue, Simon was brought back to the seriousness of his situation. Turning to Elsa who he had almost forgotten was there, he sought an explanation.

“Well?! That’s what you’re here for!”

He noticed with satisfaction how shy Elsa got when he was assertive with her.

“Erm, she says that you should have been done with the other boys months ago.”

Simon sighed and waved off this statement of the obvious. He was paying a pretty penny for this compulsory testing, he wasn’t going to take any attitude from the womenfolk. Taking off his jacket and ordering Elsa to tell the doctor to get on with it, she began her pointless mundane check-ups. It was all simple stuff, a blood sample, checking Nevşehir Escort out his ears, his eyes, his reflexes; Simon made no effort to contain his frustration at the pointlessness of this. Elsa sat to the side, obediently translating the doctors’ comments for him. Simon noted that he rather liked having his own personal translator, so much simpler than learning this nonsensical language. After ten minutes of routine tests Simon’s interest was briefly piqued by the entrance of an assistant to the doctor. A young nurse, perhaps mid-twenties, her standard issue blue nurses dress could not conceal a very curvy figure, topped off with very pretty features and long blonde ringlets falling to her shoulders. That’s a proper Swedish bird thought Simon with a leering look. Sadly he was brought out of his trance by another barked order in Swedish. Throwing a sharp look to Elsa he noticed her mouth was slightly open.

“Well?!”

-“Erm, she would like you to undo your shirt buttons, she wants to listen to your heart-rate.”

Grinning at how abashed Elsa clearly was at the prospect of seeing his abs, Simon proudly opened up his shirt, revealing his perfectly ripped figure.

It was just as Elsa had hoped. He was sculpted like a Greek god. She knew she should probably look away but could not help but stare for a few more longing moments before purposefully turning her head away to give him privacy. Noting down his healthy results, the doctor gave a knowing glance and a smile to her medical colleague before informing Elsa of what was next.

“Well what now Elsa?” said Simon sarcastically.

“-Erm, oh my. They want you to take your trousers down. The next part of the medical is focused on your leg muscles…”

Elsa could not help but say it almost apologetically. Did the nurse seriously need him to strip down to his underwear? Here, in front of three women? Poor Simon! He must feel so nervous.

And she was right. Simon’s earlier courage had deserted him. He knew with dread what these women would discover if he was forced to strip down. He felt his head get heavy, his skin began to itch, his throat scratchy and dry.

“Elsa…can you ask her if it’s really necessary for you to be here for this part? Please Elsa.”

Just as she was about to relay his request, Elsa paused. She took a moment to look at this handsome man that she felt a burning desire for. Turning to the Doctor and speaking in Swedish, she informed the Doctor that yes, Simon was only too happy to continue as instructed. And Doctor Bergstrom thanked the helpful young girl for being so cooperative.

Then, conjuring the most believable look of regret she could come up with, Elsa lied to Simon.

“I’m sorry but she says no. I must be here to translate. She’s very strict on this. Sorry Simon.”

He was dumbstruck with fear. He was desperately trying to think of what underwear he had put on that day. A loose pair of boxers might conceal the lack of bulge…as he frantically searched his mind for any scrap of reassurance that this was not going to be the most humiliating moment of his life, the blonde nurse impatiently came forward and knelt before him.

“Wait! What!”

It was no use, she had already whipped off his belt and was unashamedly opening up the buttons on his jeans. Simon let out a cry of anguish and despair as his jeans were yanked down to his ankles. He stood there, before the three women, staring at the ceiling. The bright light burnt into his glistening eyes, he could not bear to look them in the eye. To his shame, he recalled what underwear he had put on that day.

Elsa however, knew exactly where to look. Amazed, she drank in the sight of this proud man now standing there, humbled. Stripped. Right in front of her. She heard the snickering of the two other women, her new-found allies in Simon’s humbling. And she smiled. It was a funny sight. The all so proud macho was wearing a tiny little pair of orange briefs, adorned with star wars characters. They looked like something a much younger boy would wear and were probably the same size. This hunk of a man was packing but the slightest hint of a little bulge in his pants. His silly little boy pants.

Daring to risk a quick glance at Elsa, Simon was relieved to see her face was not one of disgust or humour, but if anything of fascination. The medical pairing however, seemed less than impressed. The nurse angrily motioned to her captive to step out of his jeans and remove his shoes and socks, which he did dutifully in a daze. She then went at his shirt, sliding it off his impressive broad shoulders, teasingly pressing her body against his as she did so. Before he knew it he was all but naked before three inquisitive ladies. He looked down, mortified with the pathetic little briefs he had so catastrophically opted to wear that day. He was made to just stand there, feeling all dignity had been stripped away from him by these imperious vixens.

As the satisfied doctor went about examining his mighty thigh muscles, Elsa looked on at this captive specimen, no longer seeing a need to look away or spare his blushes. She stared straight at his Nevşehir Escort Bayan eyes, and they would meet. She wondered amusingly what was going through his mind behind those wide, startled eyes. Time seemed to slow as she slowly realised she was in complete control here; in complete control of Simon. Elsa’s penetrative stares and the doctors manhandling of his legs were getting a little too much for him. Having this woman knelt before him, firmly squeezing his thighs, even occasionally ‘accidentally’ brushing against his crotch, it was unfair, it was too much. Oh please no, it was happening! Simon felt his tiny penis begin to stir into life. He looked around for something completely sexless to focus on but there was no escape from Elsa’s gaze or the nurses’ withering smirk. He looked down to find – yes – his little cock was now hard and pushing against his briefs, so it was now parallel with the floor.

Doctor Bergstrom paused her work to gaze unhurried upon the boy’s humiliation. Barely a foot away from her face stood this defiant little erection, desperately seeking to burst out of its prison. It was far from uncommon, in fact she took pride in making boys aroused against their will during her very thorough examinations. But she had rarely come across such a pathetic sight as this one. Taking some delight in her message, she asked Elsa to inform Simon.

“Erm Simon?”

Elsa stepped forward and put her hand on Simon’s naked shoulder in a consoling way,

“The Doctor says there’s no requirement for you to have an erection at this point. She asks that you try to control yourself.”

The words were perfectly reasonable and without any hint of derision from Elsa but Simon felt it like a body blow. Elsa, his flatmate of all people, this shy little girl, was telling him to stop getting hard. It was too much, it had the opposite effect. His concealed erection was so excited it was now standing straight to attention, threatening to burst out of his tiny pants altogether.

Verbally scolding Simon, an agitated Doctor went to her desk and returned brandishing some papers. The conversation between her, the nurse and Elsa seemed serious. Simon noticed the look of astonishment on Elsa’s face as she silently nodded her head to the Doctor’s remarks. The women seemed satisfied with their secret conference and all returned their attention to Simon.

“Ok Simon,” said Elsa, fumbling about with the papers, “Not much to go now, there’s some consent forms you need to sign here, all pretty standard stuff.”

He was quick to sign them, eager to move forward and finish this soul-crushing ordeal. As he finished signing, Elsa then picked up the pen and signed too.

“Wait, why do you have to sign them too?” Simon asked confused. He noticed Elsa paused, thinking carefully before she replied.

“-The forms make me your guardian for this examination. The next part requires you to be nude. Completely. Totally naked. For all the rest of the examination. You had to give your consent for me to be present here as you will be completely naked. And I had to give my consent that I am happy for you, my charged care, to be completely naked in front of these medical professionals.”

Simon could not believe the manner of fact tone in which she was destroying his remaining dignity. She couldn’t mean it! Why did she not tell him what he was signing up to! He struggled to remain composure as he told her no – never! He would not be humiliated anymore. They couldn’t do this to him. Three women could not reduce him to this!

Rolling her eyes in boredom at his childish protestations, Elsa cut him short;

“Then no scholarship. If you don’t comply. You lose everything. You’ll have to leave the University and your failure to comply with standard requirements will be mentioned in any reference to any other place you try to get into. You’d be ruined. The Doctor says all the other male students on the course obeyed the rules of the examination. The need for full nudity and testing is very clearly stated in the necessary requirements laid down by Coach Karlsson. Completely naked.”

Elsa found herself risking a smirk as she added those final two words. He was like a deer in headlights. She no longer saw him as an unattainable dream but a terrified little boy who was about to learn who really held the power here. To make her point, she joked in Swedish to her female compatriots what a big fuss about such a TINY thing. And they laughed, they laughed at him. They were now as one, three predators circling their powerless prey.

Panting heavily, Simon realised it was no good, he had to submit. He could not bear going back to the States just because he wouldn’t comply with a physical. Besides, it was probably nearly over now, he had made it this far. He couldn’t face saying it, but he nodded his head meekly in submission. Elsa moved quickly, talking to the Doctor, she was delighted to find these wonderful woman only too happy to proceed as Elsa now suggested. Now spinning her yarn for Simon, she completed her victory.

“ok Simon, the Doctor says that for legal reasons, it’s better that I, as your guardian, Escort Nevşehir am the one to remove your underwear.”

As he tried to comprehend the consequences of this she knelt before him and took either side of the little briefs’ waistline. Looking up to his horrified eyes, she smiled and slowly pulled down what was left of his modesty. His defiant little hardon jerked forwards before slapping back hard against his abdomen causing the nurse to stifle a contemptuous snigger. And it was done. He stood there, with Elsa knelt before him. Completely and utterly nude. Not a stitch of clothing left to hide behind, not a shred of dignity remained. His legs quaked and he shivered as he was made to stand there for what felt like an eternity, as three pairs of disapproving female eyes roamed unrestricted over his exposed body. Elsa remained knelt before him, her face just inches away from his stiff penis. Her mouth was open in complete wonderment. She had never been so close to a male penis. Her only hazy memory of ever seeing men naked was from years back when her cousins had been made to go naked at the beach because their shorts had been conveniently forgotten by her mother. But this was something else, and it was so small! She couldn’t understand why a fit guy like Simon was so lacking down here. How come he had always acted like such a macho when in reality he was a tiny joke?

Returning Elsa to her senses, the Doctor explained the next step. Oh yes, this was too good she thought, as she relayed the message to Simon.

“The examinations of all male students of the course requires a full list of measurements. Everything. Yes. Your penis. Both erect and soft. The measurements will be noted and kept on record.”

Simon was distraught. This was a joke, there’s no way they needed to know that! He pleaded with Elsa, trying to make his point but she smiled and shook her head in amusement. As she informed his tormentor that he didn’t believe her, the doctor smiled. A sneering, arrogant smile. One of complete and total power. Beckoning them over to her desktop, she accessed a file, a database and allowed the young girl and the naked boy to look upon her work.

A trembling Simon leaned over the sitting Doctor alongside Elsa to inspect the spreadsheet. There was a long list of names. He recognised these people, they were all guys on his sports science course. Beside their names was a list of categories and figures: height, weight, blood group etc. And then at the end, highlighted in bold: ‘limp’ and ‘erect.’ He looked down the list feeling the power of his masculinity draining away. These scheming women had reduced the lads to a set of withering numbers. And they had kept it all on file. Elsa squealed in delight pointing to a name;

“Marc Larsson! He’s the brother of my friend! Five inches oh my!! I know his little secret now haha! And look there, the jock guy, Erik! Eight inches wow that’s huge no?!”

Simon felt a burning rage that little shy Elsa was getting to see all this. And the Doctor was just letting her! Who else had seen this list or had access?! Briefly forgetting his vulnerability, he turned on the amused Doctor who was clearly enjoying this exposure of manhood.

“Elsa! Ask her who has access to this?!”

He watched on as the entertained women chatted before Elsa gave him a reply.

“Not many Simon don’t worry. Just the Doctor here and then Coach Karlsson. And then the deputy head of the department of Sports Science, Miss Lindstrom. And then the secretary of the department, Miss Berg and presumably any of the temporary admin staff that work there. The Vice-Chairwoman is also interested in the success of the program so apparently she asked for the file too to impress potential financial backers. A group of female science students studying erectile dysfunction and penis shrinkage were also gifted a copy. Oh and the student welfare rep was sent a copy as she is mandated to care for the health of students.”

Simon whimpered under this humiliating tale. Dozens of women if not more must be secretly giggling and laughing at the records of all these young cocks. Oh god not the student welfare rep, Felicity, that bitch! She was only a second year! Simon had already clashed heads with this militant feminist, the thought of her knowing the little secret of every guy on their course was a terrifying prospect.

“Now enough of that, we need to get your numbers Simon – let’s see how you measure up!”

Taking him by the hand, Elsa took him over to a bed with a large circular light above it.

“The Doctor wants you to lie down, hands at your sides!”

Simon looked to the Doctor and nurse, unsure as to where this authoritative Elsa had come from, but the two professionals indignantly motioned that he should get on with it. Climbing with some difficulty onto the high bed, he lay down as instructed. His previous anger at this list being possibly shared around the female university staff had caused him to temporarily forget his own nakedness. But now, laying helplessly with the three women towering over him, he felt so small, his whole body trembled. His penis was still rock hard in full presentation for his inquisitors. As the large light was switched on, illuminating his groin area, the nurse began a degrading comb through his thick bush of pubic hair. She barked something in Swedish and Elsa translated with a hint of glee in her voice,

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Chapter 4 – Cindy

I woke up in the guest room of my house, and it took me a second to figure out what I was doing there. After Mindy left I took a shower to wash of the generous coating of cum that she covered me in, I managed to clean the tiled hallway, that part was easy, it was tiled, and Mindy only came once there. After cleaning that I practically passed out in the guest room bed.

I couldn’t sleep in my bedroom because Mindy’s queen came at least 6 or 7 times, spraying incredible amounts of cum all over the place. There were lines of her cum all over the walls in viscous elongating drops, the floor was full of puddles, and new ones were forming as the cum was dripping from the ceiling. My bed seemed completely ruined, it was not only wet it,there was an inch deep pool of cum in the middle of it, you could easily scoop a full glass of the stuff.

The smell of sex in the room was electrifying, it made the hair on the back of my neck stand, and I could feel my own erection growing at the memory invoking smell of Mindy and her Queen. Just as I was about to start cleaning up when I heard the phone ringing….

“Chris, it’s me Cindy. is that you.” Cindy was asking

“Hey Cindy, yes it is me” I replied. “Weren’t you supposed to be on a trip with Mindy. ” I continued, and peering through the window at their house I could see Cindy, well I could see everything from below her shoulder level since she was taller than the window.

“No I’m still at home as you can see if you look out of your window.” Cindy answered bending over to show her radiant smile through the window. “I wasn’t really in the mood for another long trip, besides I seem to have overgrown all of my clothes lately, and I really have to go shopping. So I was wondering if… um, you might want to hang out with me today. That is if you don’t have anything better to do.” She continued trailing off at the end.

“Sure Cindy, I’d love to keep you company today. I really have nothing smart to do.” I answered grabbing for my phone to cancel any and all arrangements I might have had, unconsciously rubbing at the erection in my pants thinking of the possibility that Cindy was also a futa. I wasn’t hoping for anything at Mindy’s scale, but Cindy was so hot I would love to have sex with her regardless.

“Oh… excellent, I’ll be at your place in 15 minutes, be ready.” Cindy spoke hanging up before I could protest.

“No time to clean up the room now.” I thought, I have just enough time fire a quick shower to wash out any traces of money still left.

*******

We packed into my car’ and headed for the nearest mall. Once there we agreed to split up for a while. We met up an hour later, Cindy had her hands full of clothes. We were in the large portions store, this was apparently the only place where Cindy could still find of the shelf clothes for her size.

“I’m just going to try these few things out and then we can go. Hey don’t wander of too far, I need you to help me choose.” Cindy spoke disappearing behind the curtains.

“I was lucky to find a bra in this store, it was the biggest size they had. At the rate they are growing I will soon have to have everything custom made.

“Grow.. you mean they..” I gulped loudly..

“Bigger… sure they do, I am only 18 you know, I’m still a growing girl. So is Mindy, she told me before she left that she grew an inch since we last measured so she is now 7’5″, she’s catching up. She was the bigger one most of the time up until recently.”

“Both of you are still… holy fuck” that was a bit too much, I just had to sit down a bit

While Cindy was talking I was trying to catch a glimpse of her behind the curtains, all the while pretending to not be looking. I leaned against the wall and found a good enough angle to peer at the amazonian goddess.

She was trying out some shirts, so when she took of her own close I gasped silently at the size of her breasts, overflowing the obviously too tiny bra.

The next item was apparently something below the waist as she began slipping her dress off. What I saw then made me gasp audibly, there was just no way to keep my reaction quite. Cindy was also a futa, and her cock was huge, even compared to Mindy. Tied top her thick muscled thighs was a prescript relaxed lump cock, hanging down to her knee, and as thick as Mindy’s when it was fully erect.

Hearing my gasp, Cindy looked at my stunned face, then down between her legs, and slowly back up to me. A tight lipped smile spread on her face, as she closed the curtains Nevşehir Escort all the way. She said nothing but instead emerged from the dressing room in a few minutes in a pair of spandex pants.

“So what do you think, do they look OK on me…” she said making a small twirl, the spandex accentuated absolutely every single curve on her body, including the thick monstrous rod tightly bound to her right leg.

“I.. em.. it’s lovely..” I stumbled on my words, there was an elephant in the room and she was pretending that it wasn’t there fully enjoying the effect it had on me.

“You’re such a cutie..” she said bending over to kiss me on the forehead. I swear I could see the thing in her pants growing longer and thicker as she was posing for me.

“OK, now for my new dress, no peeking Chris.” Cindy said with a smile disappearing into the dressing room again.

“Now, how about this one, do you think my ass looks too big in this one” Cindy said coming out in a very tight knee length dress. She walked straight to me and turned around pointing her ass at my chest, bending over slightly.

“You should be just the right height to give me a good judgement” she said looking back at me….

I was totally speechless at the massive round globes of her cheeks distorting the thin soft fabric so close to my face. My hands were acting on their own reaching for the wast expanse of ass, but before I could reach I was interrupted by a tearing sound, a pop, and another tearing sound with a pop. Her dress suddenly got much tighter, as two torn pieces of cloth fell down.

“You know Chris I really like you, you make me feel very special” Cindy said as the massive bulge straining her skirt was growing thicker stretching the material even further.

“I just have to try out these bra’s and then we can go, Sorry for bothering you with this shopping trip” Cindy said entering the dressing room, and in the sudden silence between the shopping mall music jingles I could hear the silent “splat” as the first drop of pre-cum fell from Cindy’s cock.

Seconds later a her impressively huge bra flew out over the dressing room wall falling on top of me, Cindy was looking at me amused over the dressing room walls. One of the bra’s cups was directly on my head and it fit without any problem, her breasts were easily bigger than my head, and it was painfully obvious.

“Chris, you cannot imagine how cute you look now. My bra is almost as tall as you are.” Cindy spoke from over the dressing room wall.

“But come closer I have something to show you now” Cindy spoke, and I obeyed coming close to the dressing room, but instead of appearing in the door Cindy rose over the wall bending over bringing her breasts to just within my reach, they were clad in a brand new bra.

“What the.. how did you get so high…”

“I used a bench, now how do you like this bra… try it..” she said poking her breasts with a finger. I stood on my tiptoes, and she bent a bit lower to help me, finally I reached the soft goodness encased in the bra. Her breasts felt just as good as Mindy’s but they were so much bigger and heavier.

The touch of my hand was soon followed by a tearing sound and a thud as something heavy impacted the dressing room wall shaking it.

Mindy stood up in surprise, as she did another impact, thus time more violent, soon followed by a silent “splish”.

“Oh no.. no.. no… no.. no… not now..” Cindy spoke, quickly getting down from the bench.

“Is everything all right, do you need help” I asked,

“Oh.. fuck.. fuck..” Cindy was mumbling “splat.. splish” the sounds were coming from the inside…

“Chris… I have a problem” Cindy spoke carefully, “Could you.. um.. help me.. with something” she continued, and pulled me inside the dressing room with her.

As I was dragged inside the tiny dressing room I bumped with my chest into the biggest cock I could ever imagine. And when I say face to face I mean face to face. Cindy was so impossibly tall that her erecting was pointing straight at my face. The rest of Cindy was however over two feet away from me. Her cock was monstrously huge, it seemed to be as long as my whole leg, and about the same thickness. The veins running along it’s length were as thick as my fingers, and the urethra was as thicker than my entire penis.

I reached out to touch it, barely able to cover one half the diameter with my entire hand, and as I stared at it in confusion, it twitched jumping up out of my hand and landing quite Nevşehir Escort Bayan heavily on my forehead. I was taken completely by surprise at how heavy the thing was, and what an impact it made, as a result I fell down on my ass, followed by several very large drops of Cindy’s pre-cum.

“Oh..I’m so sorry honey.. I’m sorry I have no control over this thing, and if you keep touching it I will never be able to get it down” Cindy was apologizing. I was knocked down on the floor by Cindy’s cock.

“But.. Cindy.. what the.. what..” I was trying to form a sentence

“Oh.. I’m so sorry Chris, I’m so sorry it turned out like this. I wanted to show you my Princess. I really did, but not like this. I know Mindy was at your place yesterday, and she told me you weren’t scared of her. So I was hoping maybe.. well maybe you wouldn’t be scared of me, even thought I am so huge. And I enjoyed hanging out with you so much… I’m so sorry I just wanted to tease you a bit, now I cannot go anywhere with this thing like that. I really ruined everything… I wish I didn’t have this thing.. and….” Cindy was speeding up, and I could see tears welling up in her eyes.

“Cindy, Stop!” I yelled… “You are amazing, don’t cry, you are a goddess. I have never seen anyone or anything so hot.” I said honestly, this seemed to calm her down somewhat.

“You do, really, even with this giant thing.” She asked and continued “I was afraid you wouldn’t like it because it was so huge. It used to be much smaller, then I grew taller and this thing just exploded in size.” Cindy continued in a a hyperactive manner.

“I love it Cindy” I said my hands absently palming the great head, trying the weight, it must have been at least 10 to 15 pounds “I’ve never seen something so magnificent, and never a woman more beautiful.

“Oh, you lovely little man, I knew you were the one.” She said picking me up and lifting me to her face for a kiss. As she let me down, the splish sound of my feet landing in a puddle brought me back to reality.

“So.. what do we do now… You can’t really leave the store looking like you have a cannon in your skirt. Can we.. um.. bring it down somehow” I said my hand still absently going over the gigantic head. It was completely engorged with blood, and pulsing with each heartbeat. If I tried I could go about 1/3 of the length of the head, but anything beyond that seemed totally impossible.

“Well, if you keep touching it like that it won’t go down any time soon. Maybe… well normally it goes down when I… well.. you know.. when I cum…” Cindy trailed off…

“OK, so if we get you to..” I tried but was interrupted

“No, no.. if I do that here I would leave a huge mess.. there’s no way nobody would notice….”

“So maybe we can hide it somehow.. how about if you put it.. um.. well.. between your breasts and put on a shirt.”

“Oh.. that could work, we could do that.. except.. well.. let me show you… ” Cindy said pulling the thick rod up under her chin. It would be painfully obvious..

“We’ll put a scarf.. and hide it.. I’ll go buy one quickly… I said running out”

****

I was back 5 minutes later, Cindy was sitting in the dressing room, the head of her engorged cock sticking out of her cleavage and poking her in the chin. Pre-cum was leaking heavily from the tip coating her breasts in the sticky fluid.

“Maybe if we put a condom on it, to contain it.” I said

“That’s a good idea, but um.. can we find one which would fit.” She said absently rubbing at her tummy where the monster lay hidden. She had a point, there was no way we could find a condom which could fit around her impossible girth, not even considering the length. This line of thinking brought a question to my mind.

“Cindy, how big is this thing actually” i asked.

“Princess is 20″ long and 3″ across… when it is flaccid, she reaches slightly lower than my knee then. And when it’s like this she is 28″ long and 4” across, or at least she was that size the last time I measured.

“Princess…?” I asked my mind refusing to comprehend the dimensional she just told me.

“Well, me and Mindy wanted to give them some nicknames. Mindy insisted that since she was bigger she has to be the queen, and I though princess was so cute and adorable that I accepted that name.” she responded, to which I thought that if anyone was supposed to be the queen then it should definitely be Cindy, and there was absolutely nothing cute about a 28×4″ slab of meat.

****

All Escort Nevşehir the preparations ready, we walked out of the store luckily no one saw us, Cindy was in a hurry and I had to practically run to catch up to her long strides.

We were already close to the exit when Cindy turned running into the nearest bathroom. I checked if anyone was watching and went in after her. Cindy was standing in the middle of the room violently trying to free her cock from between her breasts, unhooking the bra. Meanwhile her cock was spurting large drops of pre-cum coating her breasts like a volcano about to erupt.

And erupt she did, she released the beast just in time. The first spurt was flying out as it was swinging free of its confines, painting the ceiling and wall with a stream of viscous white liquid add thick add my thumb.

She held on top the wall with one hand and used the other one to aim the monster at the toilet bowl. She was so much bigger than the toilet bowl, and the shaking and jacking completely ruined her aim. As a result she was coating the bowl and everything around it.

And looking from the side the view was absolutely brutal, as if she was using a tiny fire hose. Just imagining being on the receiving end of those blasts made me contribute my own modest squirt in my pants. If I was on the other end I would be absolutely drenched in cum,

“Holy Fuck Cindy, that was monstrous, you must have been holding that I’m for a long time considering the amount.” I said waking up to get and putting my shaking hands on the still spasming monster. This caused Cindy to let out a squeal of delight.

I raised the now quickly deflating cock to my mouth. And licked of the large drop hanging at the end. As a final wave passed through Cindy’s body she let out a final tiny squirt of cum. Well tiny compared to the rest of her orgasm but it was still two or three times more than I could produce, and enough to cover my face.

“Oh, Chris sorry about that” Cindy said, I ignored her completely, letting my hands pass over the endless expanse of the Princess. I lovingly kissed the gigantic tip and tried to fit it in my mouth, even as it was reducing I could barely fit a tiny part. And to my surprise, instead of reducing, it was expanding again.

Cindy put her hand on the back of my head gently ruffling my hair as I kissed and licked the again expanding Princess.

“Oh god, I can’t believe what you are doing to me Chris. I love your lips on the princess so much. I have never been able to recover so quickly. But now we cannot leave again, oh I hate this thing.” Cindy spike, but continued holding my head near the cock tip.

A few seconds later her cock was again fully erect.

“Ohhh I just love your lips on my princess, and I live being sooo tall for you, when I put on my heels the princess will be right above your head” Cindy said standing on her tiptoes. I cold now look above myself top see Mindy’s massive glans, a heavy drop falling on my head.

Cindy put her palm on the root of her chock and gently rocked it slamming the 10 pound meat into my forehead.

“Ouch, that hurts.” I complained, more for show than in real pain.

“I’m sorry Chrism, but you have to be careful, the princess is a very big girl and she could hurt you accidentally of you are not careful. And while we are here I have to try something. I hope you don’t mind” Cindy said and then lifted my entire body and turned me upside down.

“Open your fly, you’ve seen mine, I want to see yours” Cindy said holding me upside down…

“But, compared to you…”

“I won’t take no for an answer” Cindy interrupted me shaking me like a rag doll.

I quickly obeyed taking out my own cock, even fully erect it was less than one quarter of the length and less than half the thickness of hers. These girls really have a way of making you feel tiny.

“Ohhh.. it’s so cute. I absolutely love it. I love every single part of you my tiny hottie” Cindy spoke hungrily wrapping her thick lips around my tiny shaft. I in turn held on to her steel hard 28 inch monster, barely reaching around it with both hand and kissed, sucked and caressed as much as I could.

A few minutes later, Cindy was once again ready. I was still at her cock level so the blast of her orgasm hit me right in the face. It was like being blasted by a garden hose at full blast. I was certain that the impact was going to leave a mark. Having left another blast in the tiny booth I thought we were about ready to go home.

“Chris, we still have a problem” Cindy said interrupting me, her erection, although still dripping cum was growing again.

“Oh fuck, we’ll just have to hide it like before and move fast.” I suggested, and we did just that rushing for the car, leaving the unexplainable mess in the toilet.

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There are people who enjoy wearing chastity belts, but I was not one. I had never worn one, nor even dreamt of doing so. My idea of extreme bondage was the drawer full of handcuffs of various qualities, mostly Valentine’s Day gifts from past boyfriends. I don’t know if it was pure coincidence or whether there’s just something about me that people want to tie down.

But chastity belts? No way. Too fucking weird.

So, waking up to find myself naked save for a pair of stripper heels and a chastity belt, and with no memory of how or why, was terrifying. I was lying on my front in long grass, in the dark, no sign of civilisation immediately visible.

My last clear memory was of Sam and I relaxing in front of the TV with a glass of wine after a well spent afternoon of fucking – no love there; we were both in our own ways getting revenge on Jessica – and… nothing. I don’t remember being tired, I certainly wasn’t drunk, we weren’t doing drugs…

Or were we? Had Jessica been there? Hiding. Watching us. Waiting to take her own cruel and carefully planned revenge on me… something in the wine… Had she done anything else to me?

I shuddered.

There was something else. A tickling, tingling vibration within the folds of my imprisoned pussy. Gentle yet persistent. Try as I might, my fingers could not penetrate through or around the shield that covered my pussy. The belt was steel, I think, lined with some kind of silicone. Tight, but not uncomfortable. Perforated at the front to let me pee, an open ring around my ass to let me do the other.

This was not naughty lingerie for amateurs. This was a serious chastity belt. Jessica was determined to make me suffer. She wanted public humiliation. ‘Bitch!’ I hissed. ‘Fucking bitch!’

I forced myself to my feet – I was suddenly so dizzy I nearly fell – and discovered where she had left me.

The city where I live has a large park in the centre, dotted with playgrounds and gardens, a small outdoors theatre. A small river meanders through, becoming a boating lake in one place, and there are two major pathways, both lit by streetlights, one following the east-west flow of the river, the other cutting across from north to south.

In the northwest corner, overlooking the High Street to the north and the railway station to the west, is a hill. Not a very high one, by any stretch of the imagination, but high enough to provide a clear view across the city. I had been left at the summit of that hill – only a few metres from the now empty car park, but Jessica must have had someone helping to carry me.

One hand drifted absently to my crotch, fingers struggling to scratch the itching vibration that was kindling the fire of my desire. Already my nipples were hard, whether from the cool air or the unwanted stimulation I don’t know.

It was a midsummer night, a little cool but windless, and cloudless, no hint of daylight, only the bright stars and a moon high in the sky that would be full in a day or two. It was sure to get colder during the night, but there was light enough for me to find my way in the dark.

Light enough also for curious boys and dirty old men with misdirected telescopes, and bitchy Jessicas with binoculars, to see me there standing practically naked on the hilltop.

The city centre looked alive and busy, full of drunken Saturday night crowds. The chances of not only being seen but abused were too high to contemplate. West past the railway station was the red light district; I would be a fool to seek help there. The southern edge of the park was closest, and maybe I could knock on random doors and beg for help, until someone took pity on – or advantage of – the kinky naked girl waking them up in the middle of the night.

I sighed. My own home was a mile beyond the eastern edge of the park. The park and the streets beyond were quiet, but not dead. The chances of being seen were high. But what other choice did I have? Jessica’s evil plan was just too good.

Maybe if I got lucky I would find some clothes or a blanket or sheet or something that I could ‘borrow’ from someone’s back garden.

For the first time in my life, I wished there were more trees in the park. There were clumps here and there, notorious as places of secret assignation. Once, as teenagers, my then-boyfriend and I had interrupted our walk home through the park with some hot, wild sex in amongst the trees. Not until afterwards, as we were laughing about it and fixing our clothes, did we realise that we had been watched, maybe the whole time, by a pair of men who were not ashamed to be seen wanking over what they had just witnessed.

I’ve never understood Britain’s dogging culture.

There was no point walking across the park in stilettos. I stripped out of my stripper heels and carried them as I descended the hill into deeper shadows. I wondered where Jessica was, whether she was watching, perhaps even following, no doubt hoping that I would be seen, and worse.

Was sex even possible in a chastity belt? Nevşehir Escort Certainly no one would be penetrating my pussy, but I was uncomfortably aware of the ring giving access to my ass. Wide enough to slip two fingers through. A slender cock would not be denied. I was still tender there, Sam having given my ass a good, thorough fucking with his beautiful cock that would be far too thick to penetrate the belt I wore now.

The rest of me was completely vulnerable. I kept myself fit, mainly through jogging and swimming, but I knew nothing of martial arts. I was far better at running away from danger than confronting it.

The vibrations were driving me crazy. As I threaded through the shadow and the short grass, parallel to the east-west path, the itch between my thighs built to an aching frustration. The perforations glistened with moisture. My fingertips were wet with evidence of my arousal. My nipples had never been so hard, so demanding of attention. At one point I collapsed to my knees and gave in to that need, mauling my breasts and pinching my nipples in a desperate quest for relief. None was forthcoming.

I tried breaking the padlocks, even tried hitting them with a rock, but they stubbornly resisted my attacks. I tried several times to force the belt over my hips, but it was too tight, too unyielding.

There were others in the park. A few homeless people sleeping on benches, barely visible under their blankets and coats. A few people crossing the park, mostly men in their twenties, mostly in groups, mostly between the railway station and the city centre. The first few times someone was near I was terrified of being seen. I lay down on the grass and stayed still, praying that the street-lighting along the path would blind them to me.

Gradually, though, my confidence was growing and I dared more and more. Partly I was just so horny – I was curious about how people would react. Fantasies of being chased by horny young men and being used against my will stirred in my imagination. Just fantasies, though. I had no wish to find out for real. At the crossing of the paths I ran across quickly when I judged it safe, and continued my eastward progress in the shadows, parallel to the much quieter eastern path.

Until I came to the river. I could have waded across, I suppose, though I didn’t know how deep it was. A midnight swim without any way to dry off afterwards did not seem very clever. Already the temperature had fallen noticeably since I awoke on the hilltop.

I looked at the bridge, brightly lit, and the path either side. No one was there. It was safe. I ran for it, ignoring the sharpness of the Tarmac against my bare soles. I laughed at the image I must present, a naked woman running across the park bridge, shoes in one hand, breasts bouncing wildly. At the far end, where the path turned sharply right, I ran straight ahead into the dark –

– and crashed straight into two men who seemed as surprised as I was. I recoiled in a panic, and fell backwards as I tripped and lost balance. One of them caught me by the arms and pulled me back to my feet. Blond, muscular, not much taller than me, mid-thirties I guessed. Unshaven. He stank of cigarettes.

‘Thank you,’ I said, although it was more a terrified whimper as I tried to wriggle free of his grasp. He held on effortlessly for a moment, then released me – only to circle round behind me and grab hold of my upper arms.

I wanted to scream, to call for help, and maybe I would have, but the second man was quickly in front of me, his hands cupping my breasts, and the pleasure in that contact quite took my breath away. My terror melted into the unexpected bliss of a strange man’s hands, and a sudden hunger for the hardness pressing against the tender flesh of my bum.

I should have screamed. I should have run, or tried to. Instead I pushed back against Blondie’s tented jeans and leaned into the hands in front, encouraging him to find my nipples, even as I said, ‘Please don’t,’ in a voice too quiet even for me to hear.

Like his friend behind me, he was mid-thirties and muscular, and kinda handsome with astonishing blue eyes. He asked me something, speaking Polish or Russian or something, I couldn’t understand. I shook my head. He reached down and tugged at one of padlocks, and mimed turning a key. I shook my head again.

After a moment’s thought, he shrugged and dropped his trousers, revealing a cock that was hard, and of about average length but impressively thick. Blondie forced me onto my knees and Blue-Eyes guided my head to his hungry member. I resisted briefly, but my own hunger for sex, any kind of sex, was too great.

I surrendered, stretching my mouth wide as he thrust between my lips. This was no loving blowjob. It was pure face-fuck, as he held me firmly by the hair and thrust determinedly against the back of my mouth. I worked his shaft with my tongue as best I could, keeping my lips pressed tight for friction.

I was surprised to feel Blondie’s cock Nevşehir Escort Bayan pressing suddenly at my ass, but it seemed he could get no further, the chastity belt too narrow for him. But he kept the head there, nudging at the entry, while I concentrated on making Blue-Eyes come as quickly as possible.

It seemed to last forever, but it finished quickly, pulsing jets of cum tickling my ass and dribbling down about my shielded pussy, the sight of which must have been the final straw for Blue-Eyes who came moments later, his cock stiffening and swelling within my already aching jaw, and a flood of cum that I had no hope of swallowing, and didn’t try, poured out my lips and down my chin, dripping onto my breasts and the ground below.

Blue-Eyes pulled out and wiped his softening member on my cheeks, while I caught my breath and hoped they would do something for me, but they pulled up their pants and turned to go, leaving me on all fours and dripping with their cum. Blondie pulled a couple of folded twenties from his pocket and slipped them between the belt and my waist. I scowled at him, and he laughed. They walked off, leaving me alone in the dark, used and desperately unsatisfied. I turned to sit, and continued scowling murderously after them until they were lost from sight.

I cleaned their cum off me as best I could, but there was no escaping the stink of it, just as there was no escaping the purring vibrations in my pussy. The only thing that mattered was getting home as fast as I could, and getting the damned belt off me so I could finally get some relief. Not to mention have a pee. The fullness of my bladder was starting to bother me.

I would make Jessica pay dearly for this. The thought of sitting on her face and forcing her to drink my piss and lick me to orgasm, or kidnapping her and handcuffing her wrists to this bridge, naked of course, while I sat in the shadows recording every horrible thing that happened to her… Just fantasies, of course.

Five minutes later I was at the east gate, and back in heels. They would slow me down, but the rest of my journey was along pavements and streets, or through muddy back-alleys, everywhere the possibility of broken glass and sharp stones.

It was well after midnight, and very quiet, almost no lights on inside the houses, very few cars, mostly taxis, even fewer people walking. There were doorways to hide in, bushes in front gardens to hide behind, cars parked along the side of the road. My nerves were tense as I scurried between shadows and darted across roads, heading slowly homewards. Several times I was almost caught, and once I crouched within touching distance of a young couple who stopped for a kiss. It’s a miracle they didn’t smell me, let alone see me.

The need to pee grew intolerable, and I was still far from home. Too far too hold it, anyway. I squatted between two cars, my bum hovering over a drain, and managed to relax enough to let it flow. Urine splashed out from the perforated shield over my pussy, and there was such bliss in letting go, in easing the pressure.

The bliss was interrupted as a light shone out behind me. I scrambled to my feet and turned, horrified to feel wetness trickling down between my legs as I faced the elderly woman in the doorway there. ‘I’m calling the police,’ she cried, brandishing a cordless phone.

I fled, my heart pounding in time to the loud tapping of my stiletto heels. I stopped at last, two streets away, cursing Jessica with every breath I could catch. The cold was fierce against my wet skin, and the chafing of the belt against my thighs was making it painful to walk. The shoes weren’t helping either.

I was cold, I was hurting, I was desperate to touch myself. I had never been more miserable in my life. I didn’t know what was worse: letting two strange men use me like that, or being seen by the old woman. Maybe what was worse was the way I kept replaying the events in my head, and the burning ache between my thighs only intensified. At least it would be over soon.

I leaned against a wall, not in plain sight but not exactly hidden, uncaring for the moment whether anyone was watching, and massaged my breasts, crushing my nipples until they hurt. Spreading my legs, I finished what had been interrupted earlier, splashing pee across the pavement. Such a dirty thing to do, but it felt so good.

I continued on, close to home now and more familiar with the streets and shortcuts. I walked quickly down dark alleys that I would never normally dare in the dark, ran as swiftly as I could in high heels when I crossed roads. My relief at finally seeing my house was enough to bring tears to my eyes.

But I wasn’t home safe yet. Too many people around here knew me by sight, and they were all terrible gossips. I lived alone in a small ground-floor flat, but my parents were only one street away, and good friends with many of my neighbours. Maybe I had been stupid to try to come home, but what else could I do?

I breathed a sigh Escort Nevşehir of relief as I made it to the lane that ran behind my house. I was –

“Oh. My. God.”

My heart racing, I whirled round to see two figures perched on the wall looking at me. “Fuck!” I hissed. What cruel fate to be discovered even at the point of victory.

“Please don’t tell anyone,” I begged. The certainty that they would was like being crushed by a heavy rock. My life splintering.

Tom and Ricky glanced at each other, and then at me. “What’s in it for us?” Tom said. I held out the two twenties that had been my earlier payment. Tom snorted. “That’s not what I had in mind at all.”

“Fine!” I snapped. “I’ll give you both a blowjob, but if either of you ever breathes a word of this, I will hunt you both down and cut your balls off with rusty scissors.” That’s how you talk to childhood friends who blackmail you into having sex with them.

Tom blinked. “I would have settled for a handjob,” he said quietly. He may even have been blushing.

“Don’t tell her that!” Ricky whined. He dropped down from the wall, his attention fixed unwaveringly on my breasts. No change there, though this was the first time he’d seen them entirely bare. His expression shy, he said, “Actually, I’ve always wanted to fuck your tits…”

Rolling my eyes, I knelt down and pressed them together, giving him a tight channel to fuck. “Go on then.”

“Awesome!” He had his pants down in record time, revealing a cock both long and slender. I was sorely tempted to ask him to try sticking it in my ass – but I guess that even in my hyperaroused state there were lines I wouldn’t cross. Ricky sighed with pleasure as he thrust between my soft breasts.

Tom dropped down to stand next to him, and presented me with another long, slender cock. They were practically twins. I studied their faces, wondering, not for the first time, whether they shared a father. My lips parted eagerly as he thrust towards me. A few awkward thrusts later and I managed to overcome the gag reflex and take him into my throat, swallowing his length whole. “Amazing,” he whispered.

They certainly weren’t the most attractive of men, but they were certainly appreciative, and I liked that. I praised them back. “Such long, beautiful cocks, boys. How come you never showed me these before?” I returned my attention to Tom without waiting for an answer, and enjoyed the way my nipples brushed against Ricky’s chest with each thrust.

For the second time that night I had the pleasure of two cocks at once. I wondered whether Jessica would be disgusted, or envious. Jessica whose popularity amongst the boys at school had been assured by her willingness to swallow. That was, after all, how she had seduced my first boyfriend away from me, thus starting the feud that had led eventually to this night.

Tom was getting close. I prepared to do a bit of swallowing myself, but he pulled out. “Wait,” he said. “Can I come on your tits?”

I sighed. “Sure.”

“Me too,” Ricky said, and pulled back. They stood side-by-side, working their identical cocks and aiming at my chest. Tom was first, Ricky moments later, but for a wonderful few seconds I had both cocks showering me with their creamy cum, making my breasts glisten in the moonlight. I scooped up some with a finger and tasted it. Not bad.

“Thanks, boys,” I said, standing. “Remember, no talking – or this’ll never happen again!” Their faces lit up with grins, and I waved goodbye as I left them there with their trousers still down around their ankles.

There was someone in my flat. I could see the TV flickering. It had to be Jessica, no doubt waiting to torture me some more, wanting me to beg her for the keys to the belt. The back door was locked, but there was a spare hidden under a flowerpot, and I eased in quietly. It was like walking into an oven.

I couldn’t hear anything apart from the TV. There was no one in front of the TV. There were clothes – not all mine – and two handbags, one unfamiliar. I peeked inside and saw two little keys. I tried them, and succeeded in unlocking the padlocks, but I decided not to remove them yet.

Goldilocks was sleeping in my bed, along with some man I had never seen before. Both naked and sexed out. I took handcuffs from the drawer and fastened Jessica’s wrists to the bed frame above her head. She murmured complaint but didn’t wake. She woke with a scream when I forced a ring gag between her teeth, but I had it fastened about her head before she understood what was happening.

Her scream woke the man beside her. After a moment’s confusion he lunged at me, but I skipped away. “You,” I said, pointing at him, “fuck off now or I’m calling the cops.” He hesitated, clearly unwilling to leave his girlfriend alone with me. “This is between me and Jessica,” I growled. “Don’t get involved any further.”

That decided him. He nodded and escaped, ignoring Jessica’s wordless scream of rage. I waited until I was sure he was gone, then climbed onto the bed and straddled my bound nemesis.

“I have spent the last few hours,” I said, “dreaming up increasingly nasty things to do to you.” I bent down and kissed her open mouth, penetrating her with my tongue. “What a pity you weren’t with me. I know how much you love sucking cock.”

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Tamsin was getting a bit bored with her gym session by now. She’d been working hard while checking out the firm bodies of the sweaty boys. Not to mention quite a few of the other girls as well. She paused to take a big gulp from her water bottle. And to stare quite openly at the wildly flopping crotch of the man on the treadmill facing her, telling her that he wasn’t wearing any pants under his gym shorts. Now, it’s true you need to drink a lot during exercise but nobody ever seemed to notice that she always drank far more than necessary.

All of the eye candy, coupled with her wonderfully dirty imagination had made her pussy so wet that she was starting to slide around in her panties as she moved, and the extra water meant that the full feeling in her bladder she’d been enjoying for the last twenty minutes was beginning to crest. She wouldn’t be able to hold on for that much longer so she finished her current set and walked out to the changing rooms. She forced herself to slow down her step and, keeping her legs tight together, savoured the sensation of her slipperiness. She stopped at the mirrored wall of the gym and briefly admired the perky figure honed by these twice-weekly sessions reflecting back to her before she almost flooded the floor with her pent up pee. She just about managed to control herself and only lost a few drips to her panties then, when she was certain she’d make it, continued out.

Once safely secluded within one of the cubicles Tamsin rubbed the palm of her hand over her crotch, moving her Lycra shorts in small circles designed to spread her cream further out from its source. She was so horny by this point that the motion instantly hardened her nipples. So her other hand grazed over them, triggering her first orgasm and causing her to slide down the wall in delicious convulsions. Once she’d calmed down, enjoying the aftershocks as she gently kneaded her modest breasts; she crossed her legs and finally succumbed to her body’s demands to release some of her now insistent piss. It pooled in her crotch and before she could control her flow, some escaped by following the waistband of her tight lacy panties to flow over her hips and under her bum.

She reverently dipped two fingers into her makeshift urinal font and wiped them over her face, returning twice more to scoop some over each of her boobs in turn and then finished by slurping some from the palm of her hand. She was ready to cum again from the slightly sweet flavour of her own pee but forced herself to wait. She opened her thighs and luxuriated in the feeling of it trickling over her pussylips, adding a bit more at a time, having fun trying to stop herself until the piddle puddle on the floor was big enough to roll around in for a short while. Then she got somewhat unsteadily to her feet, massaged her pissy clothes all over herself before finally stripping off, and ever so slowly peeled her sodden knickers from her firm bottom. She wrung everything out over herself, watching her yellow fluid dripping from the tips of her still hard nipples and landing on her stomach to flow through her untamed bush. Then she balled up her gear and sealed it all up in a plastic bag for laundering when she got Nevşehir Escort home.

Following a fast rinse under the shower Tamsin dressed in her one size too small swimsuit to have some more fun in the centre’s pool. She hadn’t dried herself and so couldn’t resist releasing another warm spurt into her suit while it wouldn’t be noticed which, because it was so tight over her crotch, went up into her bush before trickling in rivulets down the inside of her long legs and covering her bare toes. She wiggled them, splashing her piss over her feet before leaving to lock up her gym bag, gulp down the second half of her water bottle to ‘top off her tank’ and head out, leaving wet footprints behind her.

With her eyes half-lidded and a sway to her step she made a slow circuit of the pool area, taking in the views and making certain everyone got a good look at her body. Stopping by the deep end, she dove into the water and swam a few laps. She liked to use more than one style but it pleased her to finish with the breaststroke because of the name. Slightly out of breath, she stopped by the edge and lay back against it, her tits far enough out of the water that the wave action repeatedly splashed over and excited her nipples. Looking around, trying to decide whom she would fuck today she lazily scissored her legs, which gently stimulated her hungry clit and pushed her a little closer to her next orgasm. She peed again, into the water, exited by the thought of sharing her liquid with all the men and women around her.

Then she spotted him. He wasn’t much to look at, a teenager still growing out of his baby fat. However, she could see the man he would become starting to develop. What made her breath hitch with lust were the drips falling from his shorts as he entered from the changing rooms whilst the rest of him was suspiciously dry! He walked down the steps into the water and began to swim. She surreptitiously adjusted her suit to one side of her puss, pushed off, and set herself on a deliberate collision course. They were approaching each other at a slight angle and she sped up her stroke so that the oblivious teen swung his arm up, over and the palm of his hand landed smack across her partially exposed arse cheek. Perfect!

He exploded out of the water in panic, apologising profusely while she calmly took in his features. Nineteen would be her guess – ‘young, dumb and full of cum’ as they say. She smiled disarmingly as she steadied him in the water.

“No harm done, entirely my fault.” She admitted. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Enjoy what? Accidentally groping you?” She grinned at that. This one was going to be fun.

“Well, that too. No, I meant your…” She searched for the right way to put it. “…pre-soaked trunks.” His eyes widened in shock at his being caught out and he stammered a denial. Tamsin shushed him by putting a finger to his lips, taking his hand in hers, and holding it between her thighs. Shock turned to astonishment as he felt first her naked pussy and then the temperature of the water around his hand increase while she leant towards his ear and whispered. “I like doing it too. I’m Tamsin. Would you like to fuck me?” She gently nipped Nevşehir Escort Bayan his earlobe and continued. “I’d love to taste your piss.” She squeezed his growing cock through his trunks, and then her hand snaked past his waistband and began to stroke him firmly. Her nails grazed his heavy balls on each down stroke as her hand sped up. “Does that feel nice?” She asked, pushing down his foreskin to tickle the tip. All he could do was nod as she coaxed him to the edge with long practiced ease.

Just as he began to twitch in her palm the highly qualified cock-hound paused in her ministrations and looked around – nobody was paying them the slightest attention. She locked eyes with her current prey and told him, “I’d better finish you off before we go, there’s no way we’ll make it out of here with that weapon stretching out your trunks.” She sighed as if put out by her turning him on, “Keep a lookout.” With that admonition, she took a deep breath, making her breasts strain out against the confines of her swimsuit and vanished beneath the surface. In the same motion, she pulled his trunks down, releasing his cock to bob in the water to the rapid beat of his pulse and swallowed the entire length before retreating until only his swollen bell-end was still in her mouth. Her hand firmly tugged and massaged his ball sack while she sucked hard. She wasn’t under for very long before she received four long squirts of thick, creamy cum. She managed to swallow most of it but some escaped her lips to drift in the water before falling captive to the shoulder-length blonde hair surrounding her head like a nimbus.

“That was lovely,” she gasped as she came up for air. “I’ve never tasted cum like yours before. I think I’ll keep you.”

“P-pineapples,” was all he could manage. “I read somewhere it can improve the flavour, so…” he shrugged.

“Well, it works.” She replied as she palmed his buttocks, stroking and squeezing them rhythmically. His arms were around her by now as well, pulling their bodies together and crushing her chest against his. His fingers traced designs up and down her spine making her shiver delightedly in his embrace. There was just the one problem – he wasn’t going soft. It was probably her own fault, she mused. Because they were so close together, his dick was between her legs and she was rubbing her swollen clit along it unconsciously. So she made a decision.

She swung her hips back and wriggled a bit until she’d lined him up correctly, then pushed forward slowly in order to savour his girth until she came to a halt when her pleasantly stretched out pussylips reached his balls. She pulled up his trunks so what they were up to wasn’t so obvious and said,

“Come on big boy, you know what to do.” He began to thrust gently inside her deliberately tight crevice; she made a point to exercise all her muscle groups. He was half-scared his luck would run out and she’d change her mind. She drew in a gasp of sudden pleasure but stopped him. He looked crestfallen and made to withdraw but she gripped him with her pussy, stopping him again and pulled his full length back into her. She kissed him then – softly, and spoke again. “You misunderstand; Escort Nevşehir first I want you to fill me up some more. You know… like this.” He felt his balls get hot and a sudden current tickle his pubes as she peed on him again. He got the message and released his own piss deep inside her. She kissed him again much harder now and when she was full of his golden liquid, she began to fuck him, creating a faint yellow cloud around their hips as, trying to keep quiet; they rode their second orgasm together. She held him in until his penis finally stopped twitching, signalling that his balls had finished emptying themselves again and slid herself off him when he finally softened. She tucked him back inside his trunks and swam away. He watched her go, marvelling at his good fortune at getting off with such a hot, older woman when she stopped and looked back over her shoulder. She beckoned him over and admonished him, “What made you think I was finished with you? We haven’t drunk from each other yet. And you’ve got to eat your cum out of me. Come along now.”

She snuck him into the women’s changing rooms and shoved him inside one of the cubicles. She leant back against one wall, peeled her costume down to her tiny waist, and her tits bounced free. His eyes widened as he stared at them and she grinned at the power they still had to mesmerise. She directed his hands to her chest and spoke only one word – “Kneel.” With his arms up as if in surrender and her bullet-hard nipples poking into his palms, his face was level with her crotch. Her hands on the back of his head pulled him into her and he began chewing on her steaming hot twat through the cloth. She quickly pulled her suit off entirely before thrusting her furry pussy back on his face. He stuck his tongue as far as he could past her lips and sucked hard on her clit, which made her legs tighten around his head, and she squealed as she squirted a little in his mouth, followed by a longer squirt of her wee. He slurped both up hungrily as she shook.

“Stop,” she commanded and pushed his head away from her crotch. “It’s my turn.” They switched places and she knelt reverently at his feet. His length was hard again and twitching over her upturned face. Even though he now had the superior position, they both knew who was in control here. “I’m thirsty,” she pouted. “Do you have anything for me to drink?” He moaned and the tip of his cock began to dribble over her forehead, she quickly leaned back so his flow fell across her tongue instead. Each time her mouth filled up with piss she swallowed, and each gulp meant he was spraying over her chin, down her neck and over her breasts before splashing on her thighs where her hands rubbed his golden nectar all over her body. Once he’d finished, Tamsin was a glistening vision below him. Moreover, when her warm, pissy mouth slowly inhaled his wet cock it only took her a few hard sucks before he gave her something else to drink.

With a drip of pineapple flavoured cum sliding down her chin she rose to her feet and, closing the distance so their wet naked bodies were touching she gently kissed him, feeding back some of his issue before swallowing again. Then she turned the shower on for them both and he rinsed his trunks before she threw him out of the cubicle. As he left to get dressed himself, he asked tentatively if he could see her again sometime. To which she replied, “I expect you to be here tomorrow at noon. My wife and I will be hungry for a pineapple lunch.”

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After learning about a friend’s death I needed to get away for a few days. So I packed up my camping gear and headed on a road trip to Pinecrest Lake.

***

When I arrived in Pinecrest, I pulled into Meadowview and drove through the campgrounds until I found a nice spot near some restrooms. I backed in my black GMC Yukon into the parking space and parked. The first thing I did was grab a pen from my glove compartment so I could fill out a reservation form. Then I walked to the entrance of the campgrounds where I checked the rates per night, put money in the envelope and deposited it inside the fee collection post before heading back to my campsite. I took in the fresh wilderness air and the smell of pine trees along the way. It felt good to be back.

Back at my campsite where three crows had gathered near a rock, I clipped part of the reservation form (that I’d torn off) to the marker. I stopped by the men’s restroom to pee and wash my hands. I walked back to my campsite and unloaded my mountain bike from my rack before I unloaded my tent, air mattress, sleeping bag (wrapped in a white scented garbage bag), chairs, ice chest, backpack, hydration pack, duffle bag, boots, and Rubbermaid totes full of tools and supplies. I picked a good level spot to set up my tent and raked the area first before I put down a tarp. It didn’t take me long to set up my yellow two-person tent.

When I was finished, I placed my belongings inside and filled up my air mattress. Just as I was finishing, I noticed an attractive older woman returning to the campsite on the right side of mine with two teenagers. She had light auburn hair (that she was wearing in a ponytail with bangs) and she was wearing a navy blue top, cargo shorts, and tennis shoes. She was also wearing glasses with thick black frames and silver endless hoop earrings. Physically, she was in decent shape. She looked more like a soccer mom who stayed fit by jogging and doing yoga at home. She had to be in her early to mid-forties. I was twenty-eight at the time, but I was always drawn to older women. I watched her and my eyes immediately wandered down to her socks and tennis shoes. And I couldn’t help but wonder what her feet must’ve smelled like. Were they a little dirty but clean-smelling? Or were they sweaty and stinky? I didn’t watch her long before I got back to work settling in.

When I was finished unpacking, I decided to walk down to the nearby convenience store by the lake to buy some bags of ice. As soon as I returned to my campsite, I filled up my ice chest and pulled out a Modelo beer to swig on. I noticed that the campsite on the left side of mine was empty and I was hoping it would stay that way for a while. But an old man in a red pickup truck with a broken taillight soon pulled in. He seemed to be alone and I was just glad that he didn’t appear to have a large family with him.

After cooking up some hot dogs on the grill, I sat at the bench and ate while I watched gray squirrels scurrying around my campsite. That night I changed into some of the clothes I’d be wearing in the morning for my hike, set my iPhone alarm for 5 a.m., and went to bed early.

I woke up in morning when it was still dark out and put on deodorant and changed my shirt. I climbed out of my tent, put on my hiking boots, brushed my teeth and made myself a turkey sandwich which I packed inside my hydration pack along with two bags of chips and two packs of trail mix. I filled up the reservoir or “bladder” with bottled water and threw in some ice cubes from my ice chest.

When I was ready to head out, I followed the road until I came to a side path which led me to one of the roads outside the campgrounds. I passed a number of cabins as I made my way down to the lake. Along the way I thought about stopping to grab a coffee and a Danish pastry, but I decided to munch on trail mix instead.

There was no one at the beach where a number of boats were docked in the water. First, I stopped at a restroom before heading off. Then I hiked counter-clockwise until I reached a clearing. Instead of going on the trail that went around the lake, I went straight. I hiked through the silent woods as kamikaze bugs flew around my face and tried to dive inside my ears. I passed streams and rock formations as I stepped over tree roots along dirt paths until I reached an area that required me to scramble up some rocks. I stopped there to take a breather and a few drinks of water.

When I was ready, I scrambled up to the top where I reached a swimming hole. Since it was a little after 7 a.m. there was no one around and I had the place all to myself. I removed my boots and socks and took off my shirt. I took a quick dip in the cold, refreshing water. After climbing out, I ate my sandwich and snacked on a bag of Chili Cheese Fritos as I listened to the waterfall and swatted at bees that buzzed around my feet and furry legs before I headed back the way I came.

***

As I slowly made my way back along the path by the beach, I Muğla Escort kept my eye open for women with sexy feet. I spotted an attractive older woman wearing flip-flops, sitting in a fold-up camping chair. And the way her feet were positioned, I could see her slightly sandy soles. Another attractive woman about the same age was resting on a beach towel nearby in the sand and she had red painted toes that looked like tasty strawberries in the summer sun.

***

When I returned to the campgrounds, I relaxed for a few hours as I read a copy of Walden. The old man next to me was playing with a remote control monster truck which I found quite distracting. While I was sitting in my chair under the shade of a tree, I saw the woman with auburn hair walking over from her campsite. She was wearing a gray top, cargo shorts, and tennis shoes.

“Hi, neighbor,” she said with a smile.

“Hi,” I said.

“I’m Tammy.”

“Dan.”

“I just wanted to ask you if our radio is too loud.”

“I can’t even hear it.”

“Okay. Just let us know if you need us to turn it down.”

“I appreciate that,” I said as she turned and walked back to her campsite.

Twenty minutes later, I decided to walk down to the lake. I set up my chair in the sand next to a tree with roots growing like natural seats. I sat down, untied my boots and removed them along with my socks. I put in my headphones and listened to my iPod as I worked on a crossword puzzle. But I was too distracted by all the moms walking around in flip-flops and bare feet. For a foot fetishist, it was like being surrounded by topless beauties. To my left, a woman was resting on a towel and I couldn’t take my eyes off her wrinkled, sandy soles. She was with a man who I assumed was her husband because he was holding a baby. When she stood up and walked off, I directed my attention back to my crossword puzzle. After a half an hour, I’d filled it up with the words “feet,” “toes,” “arches,” and, “soles.”

It was starting to heat up so I took off my shirt and grabbed some sunscreen to put on my face, arms, chest, and back. As I walked down to the water I checked the pockets of my swim trunks to make sure I hadn’t left my phone in one of them.

After going for a quick dip in the water, I returned to my seat and draped my beach towel around me. As I let my body dry off, I glanced up and saw the woman from my neighboring campsite walking with the teenage girl she was camping with. She was wearing flip-flops which I was delighted to see. She didn’t look my way at all and I was a little saddened to see her continue walking with the girl along the beach instead of settling in near me so I could get a good look at her feet and toes. I watched her as I flipped through a car magazine that I was pretending to read until she was completely out of view, and I fantasized about what her soles would taste like on my tongue.

***

That night I lay asleep in my tent, wrapped up inside my sleeping bag like a soft cocoon, I could hear the woman at her campsite talking with the teenagers. She brought up drama classes at one point and why they should both give them a shot.

When they retired to their tent for the night, I overheard the woman say, “Did you guys remember to wash your feet?” And the boy responded with, “Yeah, did you?” The girl laughed before the woman said, “I did and I just put on fresh socks.”

I couldn’t sleep that night and I woke up in the morning horny and craving the smell and taste of gorgeous mature feet. I stuck my hand down my sweatpants and rubbed my dick through my boxer briefs until I was rock hard.

When I climbed out of my tent, I brushed my teeth and stopped by the restrooms to pee and wash my face.

I decided to spend my morning going for a bike ride. My body was sore all over, but it felt good to get on my bike again.

Afterwards, I ate cereal and relaxed until lunchtime. After eating a sandwich, I went down to the lake for a few hours, but I didn’t go swimming this time.

When I returned to my campsite, I noticed that Tammy was cleaning pots at her campsite under a blue canopy and her niece and nephew weren’t around. She was wearing a light purple top, cargo shorts, and tennis shoes. I waited until she was finished before I worked up the nerve to approach her.

“Hi,” I said as she turned around.

“Oh, hi,” she said with a smile. “I hope we weren’t being too loud last night.”

“Not at all. It’s a good thing to be reminded to wash my feet before going to bed.”

The woman laughed and said, “You heard that? Well, I’m sharing a tent with two teenagers. One of them takes after their auntie and has not so good smelling feet,” she said as she scrunched up her nose and I could feel myself becoming aroused.

“Oh, I don’t believe that.”

“You don’t?” I shook my head. “Just ask my niece and nephew. Or better yet, I’ll let you come inside my tent so you can have a whiff to see for yourself,” she said with Muğla Escort Bayan a smirk as she nodded her head towards her tent. I know she’s only messing with me, I thought. But I hope she keeps it up. “Just let us know if we get out of hand. Did you sleep well?”

“I didn’t. You?” I asked but I could barely focus on her words.

“I did. At least it wasn’t too cold. But it’s supposed to get colder over the next few days. Are you here alone or are you here with a group?”

“I came alone.”

“I’ve done that many times,” she said.

“Your niece and nephew look like they’re having a lot of fun with you.”

“Thank you. That’s what I hope. I’m planning on starting dinner in a little bit. You’re welcome to join us if you like. I’m making spaghetti.”

“Nice. But that’s okay,” I said. “I brought plenty of food with me.”

“Well, if you change your mind, we’d loved to have you over.”

“I still don’t believe you,” I said, trying to steer the conversation back to her feet.

“About what?”

“What you mentioned before about your…” I had trouble saying the word “feet.”

“About my what?” she asked as she raised one eyebrow.

“Your feet.”

“Oh, I was just teasing you, dear. I do it to my nephew all the time. He hates it when I flick my dirty socks at him,” she said with a laugh. “He’s lucky I don’t rub my stinky feet all over his pillow for being a brat to me.”

“That would be evil,” I said.

“What would be really evil is if I replace his pillow with my and my niece’s dirty socks. I’m sure he’d love that. It was a prank I used to pull on my brothers when we were kids.”

“That’s a good one. But it would work better with smelly socks.”

“Oh, I’ve got plenty of those. If I don’t wash my feet every night, they’d stink to high heaven.”

“I’m sure they’re fine,” I said.

“You really don’t believe me, do you?” I shook my head. “There’s a reason I wear cotton socks. I also disinfect my shoes and put deodorant on my feeties.”

“Deodorant?” She nodded. “Maybe you do have foot odor.”

“I think he’s starting to get it,” she said as if we weren’t alone.

“I hope I’m not making you feel uncomfortable by speaking this way.”

“I like people with a sense of humor and I never take myself too seriously.”

“That’s good. I’m the same way.”

“Now step inside my tent so you can smell my feet,” she said and I nearly fell over.

“What?”

“You don’t sound convinced, so I think you should smell them. Maybe it’ll teach you a lesson not to question a woman like me.” Am I hearing her correctly? I thought. As she moved towards her blue four-person tent, I realized she was being serious. I watched as she unzipped her tent door, untied her tennis shoes, removed them and set them down by the door next to a couple of pairs of tennis shoes and flip-flops. Then she stepped inside the tent in her grey ankle socks. “Come on in. Don’t be shy.” I hesitated a few moments before I approached her tent. I removed my hiking boots and set them down next to her tennis shoes. I felt a rush of excitement as I climbed inside her neatly kept tent. She was sitting down in a fold-up camping chair inside. Smart, I thought. I zipped the door closed and sat down cross-legged in front of her. Outside I could hear a bee buzzing around the top of the tent.

“Where are your niece and nephew?” I asked.

“They went bike riding. They won’t be back for another hour or so,” she said as she peeled off her socks and tossed them aside

“I see,” I said and I was happy to see that her toes were painted mint green.

“I love your polish.”

“Thank you. I had my feet done before coming up here. I try to go with a different shade of green each year. Last year I did pine green.” I stared at her lovely bare feet and cute, evenly spaced toes. They looked so suckable even though they were slightly dirty. When she raised her right foot, I got a glimpse of her soft, pink and slightly orange sole with visible dirt on the surface of her skin. “Well?”

“Right,” I said. For some reason, I hesitated a few moments before I moved my face in closer to her foot. As I held it in my hands, I pressed my nose into her toes and sniffed deeply and she let out a loud laugh.

“Sorry. You look so adorable with my stinky foot in your face.”

“It’s not stinky,” I said as I breathed in the vinegary scent of her toes with a hint of sweat, old shoes, and dirt, which combined made my cock twitch and rise in my cargo shorts.

“Oh, it is, dear. I’m sure of it. You’re just trying to be nice.” I continued sniffing the space underneath her toes, desperately wanting to take them into my hungry mouth. “It’s so obvious.”

“What’s obvious?” I asked in between sniffs.

“You clearly have a foot fetish.”

“Is it really that obvious?”

“You’ve been eyeing me and my pretty feet since you arrived. But I’ve been eyeing you too. You have a really nice physique, Escort Muğla dear.”

“Thank you.”

“I saw you with your shirt off at the lake,” she said with a smirk. “You should walk around like that more often. Isn’t it hot in here? Maybe you should take your shirt off now.” I didn’t hesitate to take my shirt off and toss it aside. “That’s better. Now keep sniffing.” I lost track of time inhaling her sharp, earthy scent.

After a couple of minutes, she let me sniff her left foot and it smelled a little stronger than her right. As she crossed her legs and rested both of her feet on my face, I caressed her calves. Her legs felt smooth to the touch and I was expecting them to be a bit hairy.

“Good thing I brought my epilator or else I’d have Sasquatch legs,” she said with a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t mind,” I said as I continued caressing her calves and smelling her feet. She wiggled her toes and spread them out for me so I could really get my nose between them and it drove me crazy.

After a few moments, she rested one foot on my chest and caressed my cheek with her other foot before planting them both on my face. I loved the feeling of her bare, unwashed feet smothering me and I would’ve done anything to taste them in my mouth. At one point, she placed one foot behind the back of my neck and pressed her other foot into my face.

“I love how excited this is making you. It looks like you’re pitching a tent of your own in your shorts.” With my nose buried between her toes, she let me fall into footie heaven.

After a few minutes, I could feel her other foot rubbing my hairy thigh. “Sometimes I like my feet as dirty as I like my men.” I begged her with my eyes for a taste until I could feel her toes tracing my lips. “Open wide.” I closed my eyes and when I opened my mouth, I felt her big toe on my tongue. And I could taste the dirt as I took it deeper into my mouth. I sucked it slowly and swirled my tongue around the tip of her toenail. She began to moan softly as my tongue snaked between her toes. I sucked on each one gently until they were covered in my saliva. “That’s it. Clean my toes. Clean my dirty, stinky toes. Good boy.”

I continued sucking her toes and cleaning each one. The taste of salt and dirt filled my mouth and made me have to swallow frequently.

“Don’t forget about my other foot,” she said as she rested her foot on my thigh and fed me her other toes. I could feel my dick growing harder as I worked my mouth and tongue over each toe. I sucked on her big toe as she began rubbing herself through her shorts. “You really know how to suck toes, dear. Now I want you to clean the bottoms.” As I held both of her feet up, I buried my face in her dirty soles. I sniffed them hard and kissed them and sucked on the balls of her feet as she wrapped her toes around my nose. I licked under her toe pads a bit before I began lapping her soles and tasting her sweat. “That feels so good.” I let my tongue glide up her soles until they were glistening wet. And I couldn’t resist slipping my tongue between her each of her toes some more.

After worshiping her for almost twenty minutes, she wiped her saliva covered feet off on my trimmed beard and hairy chest.

“While we’re at it, there’s something I always wanted to try,” she said as she bit on her lower lip and teased my bulge with her toes. “Pull your cock out.” I unzipped my shorts, pulled out my hard, erect cock and began playing with it. “Very nice.” I stretched out my legs and lay flat on the tent floor. She rubbed her soles over my abs and teased my cock with her toes as I caressed the tops of her feet. I moaned loudly as she gripped my cock between her insteps and began stroking it up and down.

After a couple of minutes, she stopped and stepped on my balls gently. Then she caressed my shaft before she began stroking my cock again as I admired and played with her toes. Her soles looked so much softer after being properly tongue bathed. She stroked harder and faster and it drove me insane. She stopped momentarily to pick up one of her dirty socks which she tossed at my face. And I held it up to my nose and breathed into it as she stroked me to the edge. When I couldn’t last any longer, my cock erupted, spewing warm semen all over my lower abs. As my breathing slowed down, she rubbed my cock slower and slower until my muscles relaxed.

“That was amazing,” I said in between breaths.

“Dirty boy,” she said as she bit down on her lower lip. “Now clean up your mess,” she said as she reached into her backpack and pulled out some clean socks which she handed to me. I wiped myself off and cleaned up her feet as well. Then I watched as she inspected her soles and gave them a few sniffs. “I can still smell them a bit,” she said as she coughed. “But I’m happy they’re clean.”

As I put my shirt back on and zipped up my shorts, she put her socks back on.

“I’ve never given anyone a footjob before.”

“Well, you could’ve fooled me because you definitely have skills with your feet,” I said.

“Thank you. I could say the same about you and your tongue.” I unzipped the tent door and climb out. I turned my head back around when I heard her say, “Wait. I want to ask you something.”

“Sure. What is it?”

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I had been working for a low budget, amateur style porn studio for about a year, S.K. Flix. We were pretty much 3 guys and a camcorder, and we took requests and made whatever we thought people would buy. That’s how we got into vomit movies. There was a demand for them, and no one else was making them, so we figured we’d give it a go, if we could find any willing girls.

The first ‘script’ we came up with was Carsick Christie. Pretty straight forward. The basic idea was that a girl would be riding in a car with us, announce that she wasn’t feeling well, and after holding it down for a few more miles, get out of the car and vomit for the camera. Stupid plot, but whatever. It’s not like that matters.

Dave, the founder of S.K. Flix was in charge of casting Christie; I just showed up with my camcorder and a full tank of gas. We’d been worried we wouldn’t be able to find a hot enough girl willing to make herself puke, but it was surprisingly easy. She was happy to do that rather than fuck. I don’t know where he found ‘Christie’ but she was decent enough- about 5’4″ with a fake tan and bleached out blonde hair that was still brown at the roots. She swore she never did anything like this, but I doubted that. Probably some sort of sex worker with a drug habit to support. She was wearing a tight blue dress that barely covered her pink bra, and she had on cheap looking high heels.

We got into the car and started driving, and I started filming. Sometimes having to stock footage comes in handy. She sat in the back with roger, but I made sure not to get his face in the shot.

“So how does this work?” Christie asked.

“Well,” Dave explained. “We should get some footage of you eating first. We’re going to get some fast food and we’ll film you eating a couple burgers or something. Then you can take this medication that’ll make you puke. So while we’re waiting for it to happen you should say some stuff like ‘oh I don’t feel so good’ or ‘I feel really car sick’. And when you’re ready to throw up, we’ll pull over, you get out and puke on the ground, and that’s that. Then you get your money.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” she said.

I couldn’t believe she was so calm about it. Like she was just doing any other job. She must really need to money.

“Okay lets get some good footage. Say, “I’m so hungry, lets get something to eat”” Dave instructed.

Christie said it back.

“I don’t know” roger said to Christie, in his terrible acting voice. “Eating on a long drive can make you carsick.”

“Oh no I’m fine. I never get carsick. I can eat so much and still feel fine.” She said. Perfect. Muğla Escort She was a pro.

We got her three hamburgers and filmed her slowly eating all of them as we drove.

“Okay, now its time for the ipecac.” Dave said, and I got it out of the glove compartment and poured her a large dose in a plastic medicine cup. She drank it and followed it with two water bottles.

“Do you want me to start talking about how I feel sick?” she asked.

“Yeah,” roger said.

“Oh,” Christie said, feigning illness. “I don’t feel so good. I feel kind of carsick.”

“I told you not to eat those burgers.” Roger said.

“Oh yeah, you were right. I feel pretty nauseous.” Christie said, clutching her stomach. It was the worst acting I had ever seen.

“What did you eat earlier today?”

“Well before the burgers, I actually already had lunch and breakfast,” she said. She was speaking naturally again, not fake acting for the camera. “I had a breakfast sandwich and some orange juice, and for lunch I had a salad.”

“Oh wow, so a lot is going to come up” roger said.

“Yeah,” Christie laughed. “Hey, how long does it take for this stuff to work?”

“It says 15 minutes on the bottle,” I told her.

After that she sat quietly for a few minutes. Then her face began to look uncomfortable and I could tell she was starting to feel the effects.

“How are you doing?” Dave asked her.

“Not so good. Ugh… it just really feels like… my stomach is just….” she was obviously really feeling sick, since she didn’t sound overly dramatic and fake anymore. This was the real nausea. “Is this stuff going to make everything come up?” she groaned.

“Yeah. But stop talking about the stuff, because in the film you’re just supposed to be car sick.”

After a few more minutes she was grasping her stomach. “Oh my god…” she moaned. “This was a mistake. I can feel everything in my stomach churning. What the heck is in this stuff?”

Dave sighed. “Stop talking about the ipecac. It’s ruining the film.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, breathing heavily. “It’s just hard to focus on the film when I feel this… I- I- just didn’t realize it would make me feel so sick.”

“Of course it makes you feel sick. It has to make you vomit.” Dave said, annoyed.

“Yeah, but it’s worse than normal,” she said. “There’s so much pressure in my stomach.” she swallowed roughly, and licked her dry lips, and leaned back in her seat. “I guess there has to be a lot of pressure, to make everything in my stomach come out…” she sighed heavily. “It’s only been ten minutes, but Muğla Escort Bayan I think its going to happen pretty soon.”

“No, just wait. It’s going to take a little longer.” Dave said. “Oh, I know, say something about how your dress is too tight, and then take it off. So that when we film you getting sick, you’ll be in your underwear.”

Christie nodded. She was sweating, and she kept swallowing, but she managed to stammer, “Oh boy, this dress is so tight on my stomach. I should take it off…” and she lifted her arms weakly to pull it over her head. At this point, she was too sick to pretend to be sexy. It was like she didn’t have the energy, and she wasn’t a good enough actress to hide it.

She slumped in her seat, in her hot pink bra and panties. I noticed, to my shock, how her stomach bulged with the three burgers and several bottles of water we’d made her consume. With her swollen stomach, there would definitely be a lot of vomit.

Christie pressed her hand to her pink lips, and for a moment, I thought she was going to be sick, ten minutes early. But instead she parted her lips and let out a startling sound.

“URRRRRRRPPP.” A loud, degusting burp.

“I’m so sorry,” she whimpered. “I’m so embarrassed. It’s just there’s so much pressure, and I don’t think I can help it- ERRUUUUP” She was interrupted as her stomach forced up another loud belch.

“I’m- oh my gosh- I’m so…” she stammered, trying to cover her mouth. “It just feels a lot better to get it out, you know?”

“That’s fine,” Dave said. “Feel free to let them out if it helps.”

“Yes,” Christie stammered. “I think it need to let them out. The burping is really helping with the nausea.” She breathed heavily for a few moments, then, once again: “URRRRRP” Only this one was shorter.

Suddenly, she opened her mouth and let out another noise. A small, chocked gag.

“Hm,” Dave said. “It hasn’t been that long, but it seems like you might get sick soon.”

I looked back at Christie, and realized that was definitely going to be the case. She was too distracted to answer, as she tried to swallow and keep the contents of her stomach down.

Roger moved away from her as she began gagging uncontrollably.

Christie began make several short “errp errrp errrrp” noises as she tried to fight the gagging, and her eyes filled with tears.

“Pull over,” I said to Dave.

“What?” He said.

But it was too late. I watched as Christie pressed her hands to her mouth, went “BLERRRRRRRRRR” and threw up all over her clasping hands.

“Oh NO!” Dave shouted, realizing Escort Muğla Christie hadn’t gotten out of the car like she was supposed to.

“BLURRRRRRRRRRRRRP” Christie vomited another wave all over herself. It gushed down her face in a thick stream and flowed down her cheat, over her hot pink bra.

“It’s already in the car” I said. “At least make sure the scene is good.”

Christie nodded, and wait for the next wave, she managed to look at the camera and say, “Oh gosh, I sure was carsick. Look how much I puked up already.”

“Yeah,” Roger said, petting her hair. “Good girl. See if you can get the rest of it up.”

Christie’s eyes watered. “It’s definitely going to come u-” but she was cut off as she puked again. This gush spewed out of her mouth and landed all over her bare lap, staining her pink underwear.

“I think that’s all the burgers,” she muttered. “Now it’s just the salad… and then it will be the breakfast sandwich.” She gagged, then burped up a smaller gush of puke. This one showed undigested particles of lettuce, meaning she was right and had moved on to getting her previous lunch up.

Finally, covered in puke, she leaned over and vomited one last gush onto her own lap. “That’s my breakfast,” she explained weakly, looking humiliated and defeated.

But it wasn’t over for poor Christie. She continued to gag, belch, and dry heave.

Dave pulled over to the side of the road. Luckily we were on a somewhat deserted highway at this point, and there weren’t many people around.

“When is the dry heaving going to stop?” Christie asked bitterly.

“When you drink some water. The way it works is that you need to have some water and throw that up too. You’re not quite done.”

Christie sniffed, and wiped her face and got out of the car. She downed three bottles of water.

“This time you’ll probably vomit a lot faster. It should come right back up.”

Christie nodded silently.

Sure enough, she opened her mouth and gushed up a stream of water like a fountain. It was relatively clear, too. She got a moment of relief, then leaned over and heaved up the final gush, coughing and sputtering as she puked it on the pavement.

“Good girl,” roger said, patting her own the back. I didn’t know why he was bothering with this fake persona, when the shoot had already gone so wrong.

Dave got a towel out of the trunk and Christie wiped her puke off herself.

She got back into the car, and we rode silently. Finally she said, “I’m sorry about the car.”

Dave didn’t say anything.

“Do I still get paid?”

“No.” Dave said. “We’re going to use that money to get the car dealt with. If you want to get paid, you’ll have to come back an film another scene for us. This one wont be in the car though.”

“I really don’t want to puke again…” Christie said. “But I guess I really need the money.”

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I don’t know if it’s COSMO magazine or the Internet or where she gets these ideas from but ..

OK.

We’re curled up on the couch like little bunnies watching some girly movie and she starts talking smack.

‘Hey D, hand me the popcorn – cock ornament.’

Here we go…… She’s smirking at me.

ME: ‘ What’s the magic word? hmm? – cum guzzler?’

Smack in the back of the head

Her: (loud) THE MAGIC WORD IS NOW! Don’t make me bust your ass bitch!!!’

O RLY?

Me: Don’t make me GAG YOU WITH COCK AND MAKE YOU MY COCK ORNAMENT – er, COCK ORNAMENT!

This goes on for 10 minutes.

You know, foreplay.

She beat me by a second, I swear , I was gonna yank her over my knee and just WAIL on that ass. I really was. I was just stretching my legs, you know – getting ready.

I think I was laughing at her last retort and was in the middle of saying something smart like like ‘pfffft – who do you think you’re fucking kidding bitch? I’m like fucking BRIER RABBIT over here – you know the story? – don’t throw me in the brier patch said’

-OWWWWWWWWWWWYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHWTF!!!

And that was it. I never saw it coming. I got cut off mid-sentence

She had snuck her fingers into my hair and looped my hair around her fist and – so fast it just stunned me – she slipped an arm across my neck in a choke hold and in one smooth motion – stepped up and off the couch from behind me (I was laying in her lap) and YANKED ME RIGHT OFF the couch and onto the floor.

She’s 5’2 and maybe a buck and a quarter soaking wet – and she took Mersin Escort me straight to the floor faster than you can say WTF!

She had the toy stashed under the couch and it was in her hand and no joke – before you could COUNT TO THREE she had yanked my shorts down, spit where the sun don’t shine , yelled ‘ READY WHORE? HUH? CUZ HERE IT COMES! and just RAMMED IT in.

It’s her fat red jelly cock that she loved fucking herself silly with.

That’s when I realized.

Yeah. I’m thinking maybe I really pissed her off at this point.

She’s got my hair in her fist and she’s RANTING at me calling me “WHORE CUNT BITCH! FUCK YOU! HOW DO YOU LIKE IT IN YOUR FUCKING ASS!”

She’s WHACKING ME with – what? her hairbrush?

Way to improvise babe!

And so on. It was just a fucking blur.

After about 5 minutes she yanks it out and throws it across the room in the general direction of the kitchen sink, misses completely, and knocks a bottle of wine off the counter which promptly falls to the floor and just EXPLODES.

She yells “CLEAN THIS SHIT UP – FUCKING WHORE!!!” and goes and takes a shower.

Leaving me sitting on the floor. Rubbing my ass ( She REALLY hit me with her hairbrush – wtf?)

Whoooooaaaaaaa. What the fuck just happened?

She’s in the shower a really long time…

She gets out of the shower and she has that a mischievous smirk ….

She looks around and smiles. Of course, everything’s cleaned up. Shut up.

I’m wondering what’s coming next. It only takes a few minutes and she starts up with me.

She’s Mersin Escort Bayan having a lot of fun at this point.

Oh Yeah. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. She’s (so help me)

SINGING.

She’s walking around the house in her little singsong voice ‘ LA-LA-La-lA – D got ASS – fucked, la-la-la-la D got ASS raped – la – la -l a- la nan-ner nan-er’.

“WHO just got Buttfucked? – D Did!”

“WHO just got ASS-RAPED? – D DID!”

I’m just sitting there shaking my head and grinning like Tom Cruise because – WELL what the fuck else am I going to do? I just got punk’d.

She got her turn an hour later.

She’s going on and on with this for an hour now.

Making up the lyrics as she goes and she’s giggling lalalala ha ha….tossing clothes in the wash.

She’s banging around making all kinds of noise SINGING REALLY FUCKING LOUD.

I’m TRYING to watch some fucking Battlestar Galactica.

So yeah, Now I’m getting annoyed. You don’t fuck with my BSG.

Out of the corner of my eye I see her reaching up for the detergent.

She’s stretching and reaching and making little noises to get my attention.

So. of course. I look over.

She’s wearing one of my beaters and she’s leaning WAY over the machine …she’s WAY up on her tippytoes and her ass is just suddenly WAY THE FUCK OUT THERE .

First thing I realize: she’s got nothing on underneath. I can see everything.

2nd thing. I’m rock hard. CLICK – Just that fast.

This girl really just knew how to push all my buttons. She just did it for Escort Mersin me.

She knows all she has to do to get fucked like an animal is to let me see her ass like that.

She KNOWS THIS. We’ve talked about it. I’ve told her.

Keep your ass covered….because the sight of her ass wiggling around in the open air…..

I can’t guarantee your safety baby. I might just have to fuck you to death.

Wait a second. Is that what I think it is?

Oh no. Oh, holy fucking Jesus. NO WAY.

WAY. She’s got her little red rubber ponytail butt plug buried all the way in her ass.

Did she just wiggle her fucking ass at me?

CLICK my eyes meet hers. She’s looking me right in the eye with that little smile….. another wiggle wiggle wiggle.

Her lips are moving but she’s not actually speaking but I can read her from across the room….

whatcha gonna do? huh? whatcha gonna do? you ain’t gonna do shit…

I don’t remember my feet touching the ground but it’s 15 feet from the couch to the hall and the washing machine. I had to touch the ground. I’m sure of it.

She got it right there on the washing machine.

Oh yes. Yes she did. I was there. I saw me doing it to her.

I might have been a little out of my mind. I’m normally very low key and gentle until the time calls for me not to be.

And this was one of those times. I was transformed into a roaring savage.

I’m ranting at her “open your hole whore!”.

I made her reach back with both hands and hold herself wide open.

And then I spread her even wider.

She’s in midair and her feet dangling over the floor as I’m just grabbing onto her hips and holding her in midair…pounding…..

She leaned all the way forward and stuck her butt way up high in the air…

And smiled.

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Chapter Fourteen: Home, Bitter Home

Evenings were hell, a return to loneliness, a self-imposed solitary confinement. Returning home was the equivalent of lowering myself into a dark insect infested pit. It was a deep well with a dank and slimy interior. I had no interests or hobbies and now no appetite outside Biprods Incorporated. I existed solely for Ms. Handlesmen and no one, nor anything else mattered. I didn’t want anything else to occupy my mind. I tried to leave my thoughts at the company whenever my body returned to this mausoleum, the coffin of Dracula. I left my mind kneeling at the feet of my new found lover where it could do no harm. Evenings were a purgatory the Catholic Church could not purge from existence, even by edict.

Every evening became a carbon copy of the last. I returned home about seven o’clock, or after midnight if I was lucky. I always undressed and stepped into an alternating hot and cold shower. I took long showers, bathing myself as best I could, and Ms. Handlesmen was always there with me, watching from over my shoulder. I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror without seeing her. She had developed into my conscience, my superego, and thankfully ruled over me while we were separated.

Bathing was a challenge, a trial by fire. Controlling my hands as they soaped my body down was an ordeal in self-control, the troubled acceptance of denial and bouts with madness. Once I’d been rendered hairless the madness became an arduous free fall into insanity’s vertigo, a never ending tail-spin.

Like the vision of an icon imprinted on a mystics mind, I was zeroing in on a clear and concise vision of Ms. Handlesmen. An ethereal representation of the one I adore, my guiding principle and regulator of my self-control. So clear became my thoughts of her I could see and feel her standing near me at almost all times, and the lapses, those quick moments of indiscretion were diminishing rapidly. I soon took to conversing with my icon, talking aloud, asking her permission before I acted.

My smooth hairless condition accented the awareness I had of myself and exaggerated my sensations. It was exhilarating, as if I were touching myself for the first time, but when it came to my behind the extreme discomfort slowed me down. Here the pain yet battered me with memories I wanted to forget, those intense preludes to perfect endings.

I turned so the water hit my back and cascaded down over my buttocks, but even that proved painful beyond measure. Being extremely gentle, I landed my palms on the burning cheeks of my sore behind. My hot buttocks sizzled and turned the water cold in comparison. Never had any part of me been so inflamed. I lathered my cheeks carefully, with tediously slow round motions, as tears welled in my eyes. Like the pounding of several wild rock drummers gone berserk, the memories of the spankings hammered away in my head.

I had to reset the temperature of the water a couple of times. I had to have colder and colder water washing over my cheeks. As they fizzed and hissed I looked down at my cock. It was as hard as ever and I dreaded having to bathe it. I feared the thought of touching it. In its presence, I was a doubtful unsure little boy. I barely had the courage to look at it, much less lather it without stroking it. Like a naughty satyr, it called me to play with the mystical tune of a Pied Piper. It demanded pleasure, screamed to be petted, yanked, whacked and brought to completion. Like a frightened child I looked down at it in awe and respect, a large pearl of arousal even now beading from its head.

Thank goodness Ms. Handlesmen was there to help, in my Muğla Escort minds eye, with me, with her suggestions and warnings. She reminded me of the claim she had laid on me. How could I even consider upsetting things now and why? I was allowed to bathe and dry her toy, but nothing more. It was not my organ, but the toy of my lover. I simply carried it around for her, or should I say, it had me carry it around for her. Even it had more control over me then I did.

I lathered my hands while watching it twitch and vibrate in anticipation. Long strands of lubrication oozed from it’s head and swung to the tub. ‘This wasn’t going to be easy’ I thought. I placed the soap aside and bit on my lower lip nervously. With a vibrant mental picture of Ms. Handlesmen firmly established I moved my soaped hands down and caught my restive organ. I engulfed the machine, balls and all and stood still for a moment. I had the tavern bull by the horns and called to Ms. Handlesmen for help.

Even in my mind, Ms. Handlesmen proved a strong forceful mistress who took control. Under her tutelage, I gingerly soaped and lathered my entire hard-on. Everything seemed to be going fine until I accidentally felt what my hands were doing. It rapidly became so difficult to tell between scrubbing and stroking, I slipped mentally. But my mental mistress came roaring back like a tidal wave and reminded me about the rules, and about being careful. She reminded me that I carried something dear to her. Yes, I was to do a good job. I was to wash its head, around its neck, along its length and between every wrinkle of my scrotum. I was to think of her while I bathed, to think of what it was I held in my hands. I was not to play with her toy, and it was driving me crazy.

Her toy swelled with a surge of fresh blood while in my hands, bloated with an illicit excitement I knew better then to enjoy or even contemplate. I needed to work fast, before my mind found itself entrapped, before my mind surrendered to my libido and base instincts. I adjusted so the water hit my abdomen and I could rinse. Before I knew it, I was free of soap and I caught myself dawdling. ‘Was I tuning an instrument?’ I thought in a fit of whimsy. I pulled up and away, like a boy who’d just been caught with his hands in the cookie jar. I could see and feel Ms. Handlesmen’s stern look and apologized to my minds rendition. I begged aloud, bringing my heart-felt meaning to life. My words echoed about the stall in recurring reinforcement, an energy-collecting mantra.

I finished rinsing the rest of my body, turned off the water and stepped from the shower. Stepping onto a towel I came face to face with my reflection. It starred back at me from a full length mirror tacked to my bathroom door. I stood starring with mouth open, bewildered by what I saw and completely unable to believe it. My reflection reminded me of a painting decorating the wall of Ms. Handlesmen’s office.

I was nude and hairless, with tears yet seeping from the corners of my eyes and a hard-on jutting out from between my legs like a pole in need of a flag. It was the saddest of scenes, it was the most exciting of scenes. I saw myself as a fragile creature, an animal recently swept from the jungle. I had been freshly bagged and quickly tamed by a great white huntress, and now I belonged to her. She didn’t keep me in a cage or spread on a floor before a fireplace, though I wished she had. My enslavement was even more inhibiting, a refined self-destruction.

I fetched a towel and commenced drying myself. I was careful to stay away from my penis, and went to pains insuring the towel ends didn’t brush Muğla Escort Bayan against it. Everything excited him, even looking at myself in the mirror. I lived balancing on a tight rope stretched taut over a deep chasm, the floor of which I imagined to be cluttered with the remains of dead lovers, those that failed Ms. Handlesmen.

I walked out into my living room, towel around my waist and stopped to look around. The home I’d grown up in seemed strangely alien. It was a place without meaning, where I no longer belonged. Spending time here, away from Ms. Handlesmen, had become distressing to say the least and after so few days. My home was a vestige of the past I wanted to forget. Looking around, scanning a room that had changed little since my mom’s departure, was a stark reminder of sadder times. I was working frantically at erasing those memories. I needed to rid the dwelling of all her things, of all the sorrowful mementos. I needed to crate and carton it all, then throw it all in the trash, the lake, or an incinerator would be better.

Nothing in this house was of any interest to me now, I only cared for Ms. Handlesmen. I no longer enjoyed reading or watching television, which for years was my sole companion, my sole means of solace. I no longer cared for the radio, which also comforted me in my bleakest hours. I walked across the room and into my kitchen.

It was only ten o’clock, meaning it was eleven hours before I’d be seeing Ms. Handlesmen again, eleven hours in Gehenna. I went to the refrigerator and opened the door. There before me lay all the foods I had enjoyed for so many years, milk, peanut butter, strawberry jam, half a loaf of white bread, and a half eaten plate of canned Spaghetti-O’s. An open can of freestone peaches, a pint of now shriveled blueberries, a stick of butter, and other delicacies. At one time I would have opened this door and began eating, but food could no longer satisfy my hunger, it could no longer fill my guts emptiness. The hunger that now gnawed at my body was beyond foods help. I suffered in the grips of a hunger that ripped at my heart and sucked on my manhood. It was an unquenchable thirst that kept me up at night, tossing and turning in a restless half sleep that no amount of cold water could pacify.

I slammed the door and stood wondering what to do next. I couldn’t think of a thing, except begin tomorrow. I wished there was some way for me to bypass the nights, the hours between midnight and five a.m.. I moved out of the kitchen in thought and through my living room, turning out lights as I traveled. I entered my bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. My boner caused me to flip over onto my back.

I could reach my television and clicked it on. It’s flickering light had always been a good friend. I didn’t care what was on, whether it was Lie Witness News or an inane talk show, because I didn’t turn the sound loud enough to hear anyway. I enjoyed the warmth of the flickering light, the sudden flashes, sudden darkness, the intervals that helped the shadows dance like frisky sheep all around me. These were old friends who stayed with me as I cried myself to sleep and they were often here when I awoke. Like with so many other things, they represented a habit I accepted without reason.

My bed was its comfortable mess, a nest shaped to hold me. I rolled under my covers and into its center, on my side, buried and ready to travel. I grabbed my worn torn down pillow in my arms, firmed it into a ball and sunk my head into it, while visions of Ms. Handlesmen bobbed around in my head.

I felt the bed move as she slipped into it, as she slid Escort Muğla under the covers to be near me. I felt her warmth and breathed in her scent. I moaned in pleasure as she snuggled up to me, her chest and belly pressing to mine, our thighs and lips coming together. One arm slipped around me, her hand landing on my back, its fingers walking up and down my spine. Her other arm lay between us, its hand taking me, its fingers curling themselves around my organ. Both hands pulled me closer and our bodies melted together. I was in heaven, gripped by an angel.

Our lips united in a most luscious way, mouths open, tongues swirling together. I inhaled her breathes and drank down her saliva as our bodies played against each other. I slipped both my arms around her and grasped her tight. She rolled onto her back, taking me along with her.

She held my hard-on in a tight grip and pulled me over, on top of her. Her legs parted and I slipped between them as she guided my member to it’s proper place. She moved the head of my cock up and down against her, between her sweet nether lips. I could feel their moisture as they parted in acceptance. I enjoyed the sensuous music our squishing union produced. Up and down deeper and deeper she drew my cock on and in. It was ecstasy, as her mouth sucked on my tongue, her sex suck on my cocks head.

I bucked in a wild involuntary way, but she stayed in control, allowing me little. I wallowed on top of her like a captured male butterfly seeking to mate. I was trying to take advantage, but unable to do little more then flutter in her grasp. Her breasts and belly were a soft bed I rolled upon, her lips a maddening duo cooing and chewing on me from both ends. I was lost in the mystery of our embrace, a willing student and eager pupil, ready… willing… able?

I flapped my tongue about in her mouth and fantasized about forcing it down her throat. I tried working my boner into her sex, pressing to enter the place I belonged. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her lips around my tongue and a hand around my manhood. I was on the brink of my first sexual union and Ms. Handlesmen began screaming. Louder and louder her screams became as I withered in her grip. Her screams became a loud bell, a high pitched ringing until my eyes snapped open to the sounds of my alarm clock.

I was lying on my pillow, a thumb from one hand in my mouth, my other hand wrapped around my hard-on. I was humping in my fist, but stopped the instant I realized my indiscretion. I reached for and hit the button of my alarm clock, then collapsed in a heaving delirious sweat. My dreams were exceeding reality and I no longer could distinguish one from the other.

I gripped my pillow with both my arms and called to Ms. Handlesmen for help. My desires were emotions so horrendous I was reduced to sobbing under their influence. My hard-on throbbed, my balls were swollen and ached for relief, but there was nothing I dared do. I took some deep breaths, caught my sobs and forced myself to rouse. I shook the slumber off and struggled up, swinging my legs from the bed. My feet hit the floor and I sat there looking around. I was still in the Bastille, still alone, still in heat.

I’d left another large wet spot on the sheets, under where my waist had rested. The spot had grown larger every day, but by evening it would be dry. I thought sure one day I would awaken in a river of lubrication, drowning because I couldn’t swim. I stretched, with my arms in the air and my legs kicking. I yawned and shook myself in an attempt to chase my stupor. I survived another night and it looked like another beautiful morning, which was sure to equate into another wonderful day. With only two hours before seeing the woman I loved, things were looking brighter. I wondered if Ms. Handlesmen dreamt of me, if she was as eager to see me as I was to see her. I wondered what she had in store for me today.

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~That which is essential is invisible to the eye~
–Saint Exupery, The Little Prince

Marion strode into the lobby of the Hotel Regis wearing her knock off, gray, Armani business suit and carrying a brown, leather attache case. She tapped the gold, ornate bell on the reception desk smartly to draw the clerk’s attention and asked if there were any messages for Marion Day. The clerk–bald, staid, wearing John Lennon glasses–went to check his message file and returned bearing an envelope with her name inscribed upon it.

As she walked toward an elevator, she peeled open the envelope with her thumbnail. Inside was a keycard with its room number.

She exited the elevator on the twentieth floor. Unobserved now, she walked, with a more relaxed gait, down the long, plush-carpeted hall. Its textured walls bore a design reminiscent of a vibrant fleurage by William Morris.

She stopped when she came to a door that bore the same number as the card, opened it at the electronic buzz and went inside. She snapped open her attache case on the bed and took out a leather harness with a bit-gag and metal tongue depressor; attached were a blindfold in the shape of a domino and a pair of hard-shelled sound mufflers. There were, also, two pair of shinny, chrome handcuffs and a blonde wig. She took the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign and stuck the keycard to the back of it with tape that she had brought along. She hung it on the outside door knob, closed the door and locked it.

Quickly, she took off her clothes.

When she was naked she put on the wig and strapped the harness to her head. The metal bit grated between her teeth. The depressor clamped her tongue down firmly. She would be able to whimper, but speech would be impossible. She tightened the muffs over her ears; soft rubber caskets encircled the rims. All but the loudest of sounds would be blocked from her.

When she finished adjusting the muffs securely, the room suddenly took on an eerie silence. The whispering of the air-conditioner, which she had not noticed before, was now gone, but she could still feel its cooling breath on her naked flesh. The inner sounds of her own Marmaris Escort breathing became omnipresent. It was as if her head were stuck inside a giant shell.

She placed the keys to the cuffs on the nightstand next to the bed, then fixed the blindfold in place. She could no longer see or hear or speak.

Lastly, she clamped the handcuffs to her wrists and ankles: right wrist, right ankle; left wrist, left ankle.

She shivered. Already she could feel herself becoming wet. Her nipples were hard and her breathing was becoming rapid and shallow.

It was danger that excited her. The unknown. Placing herself utterly in the hands of strangers. Naked. Totally at their mercy. It was a thrill nothing else could come close to.

Now she waited. Naked prey for whoever entered.

* * * * *

Time seemed to stand still as if it were another sense being denied her. She hadn’t been told how long she would have to wait. Anticipation was making her more aroused. The pull of the handcuffs on her wrists and ankles was becoming painful. Yet it was that pain, the reality of it, that she sought. If you cannot believe in your fantasy, it cannot excite. It takes pain to create the necessary illusion of reality.

She first became aware that someone else was in the room when she felt the bed being jarred.

Her heart went pitapat. She was conscious of her vulnerability–excitingly so. Her legs were spread. Her shaved center was fully exposed, fully accessible.

A finger poked her head. Slowly it traced a line across the perimeter of her upper lip, then moved down to encircle the thicker, lower lip. A hand cupped her right breast and squeezed it. The tips of a thumb and finger pinched her nipple like a caliper. Softly–then hard. She whimpered at the pain. The hand moved to her other tit and squeezed it, also. Her left nipple was pinched even harder. She tried to turn away, but the hand pressed against her chest was too strong.

She groaned deeply.

The hand moved down her firm, trembling belly. Giving it some taunting, little pats. A wet finger tip prodded her navel, making a fucking Marmaris Escort Bayan motion. It moved farther down to within an inch of her slit, paused, made a right-angled turn and veered off to her left. She felt two fingers points being walked up the soft inside of her thigh. It was as if a Lilliputian were out for a walkabout on her naked body and she were a Lady Gulliver.

The walking fingers changed into a warm palm which rested for a moment on the cap of her knee, then slid back down her smooth, taut thigh and cupped her cunt like a cod piece. A finger teased the swollen, tender lips of her labia. It moved into her slit. She could feel her wetness. She trembled uncontrollably as the finger became two and began pushing into her cunt. They entered her easily. They fucked her; slowly at first, in and out, then faster. She hunched her ass up meeting their thrusts with her own. The fingers sank deeply within her and began a rapid, whipping motion from side to side. The thumb was angled up so that it stubbed against her engorged clit, masturbating her into an ass-writhing frenzy.

Just as she was on the verge of cumming, the fingers withdrew from her cunt. For several agonizing minutes she was left unmolested, heart pounding. Then she felt the side of the bed depress as a heavy weight settled on it. There were several jarring bounces, then she felt hands on her knees, weight being balanced; hairy thighs brushed against the insides of her smooth legs, as the man positioned himself to fuck her.

He forced her knees painfully up to her tits. The head of his cock wobbled up and down the furrow of her wet slit until it found her hole and entered with a deft shove. Broken guttural sounds vibrated around in her throat, she tensed with lurid anticipation as his thick shaft slid into her, splitting her cunt wide. He thrusts were hard, deliberately cruel. She clamped her teeth against the bit, snarling as a sharp stab of pain pierced her to the core. She could feel the cock throbbing and swelling deep within her. She shuddered.

While he kept his cock balls-deep in her cunt, he mouthed first one tit Escort Marmaris then the other; licking, biting and sucking on the nipples until they felt as large and as hard as thimbles. He gripped them between his teeth, tugging on them, stretching them, then letting them snap back. He pulled his cock out leaving just the head in, then thrust it back into her, faster and harder.

Tingling sensations coursed throughout her body, building in frequency and intensity…until…she exploded in a hot, raging ecstasy.

Dazed by a wanton heat, she felt him stretch his arm out, as if he were reaching for something, then there was a sudden, burning sting across her left breast. He covered the sting with his mouth and began sucking greedily. At the same time, his body tensed, and he rammed his cock deep into her. He held it in tight while his body quivered and jerked with spasms.

Time passed.

Finally, he raised himself, slowly pulling his cock out.

The bed heaved, like a small boat, as he got off.

She estimated that another thirty minutes passed before he removed the handcuffs. She stretched her cramped legs out slowly trying to ease the pain. Her numb feet and hands radiated pinpoints of fire as blood began to rush back into them.

He had, no doubt, showered and dressed while she had remained awkwardly and painfully bound. She could smell the sweet scent of lilac soap about him.

The prearranged instructions were to wait ten minutes after being uncuffed before taking off the harness. She waited, since her fingers were too numb to use anyway. When she did take the harness off, she saw a three inch slash across her left breast. It wasn’t deep and would heal quickly, but it had bled enough to stain the bed cover and leave red traces on her firm flesh.

There were teeth marks where he had sucked her blood.

There were several, crisp, one-hundred dollar bills on the nightstand.

* * *

When Arthur Day got home that evening, he smelled blueberry muffins baking in the oven. Little Suzy was helping her mommy set the table.

He stood behind Marion as she grated carrots at the sink and kissed her softly on the nape of her neck.

“How did it go at work?” she asked, raising her hand to caress his cheek. She arched her back against him, then tensed. There was the sweet smell of lilac about him.

“Aw,” he replied, squeezing her tightly around the waist, “same o same o.”

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You know what’s cool?

Being eighteen years old, a senior in high school, but having a twenty-two year old girlfriend who is about to finish college and on top of that, she’s a sexy Latina most guys would only dream of.

You know what’s not cool?

Being a heterosexual, legal adult by age male, but having a three inch cock when it’s fully erect and having a 44-inch ass.

That’s the situation I find myself in.

I’m a boy with a small dick and a huge ass, and I hate it.

Why do I hate it so much? Well, outside of struggling to find pants that fit right and knocking things over all the time, people are always touching it. At school, it’s nothing but a big, wobbling target for other students as girls and sometimes the boys would slap it or comment on it. At home, my mom is always teasing me about it and patting it. When my girlfriend is in town from university, she can’t seem to take her hands off of it and always talks about how she wishes hers was that big, even though her butt is pretty big.

It’s not like I’m out of shape. I mean, I’m not muscular with a six pack, but I am nowhere near being anything resembling fat or overweight. I just have a big girly butt. Even as a kid, my butt was always disproportionate from the rest of my body and stuck out. I’d always overhear other parents saying stuff about it. As a result of this, I grew to resent it to this day.

So, as I stand here, looking in the mirror at it, trying to hide it in a pair of black sweatpants, I just gave up all hope on it. Even in these baggy pants, my butt stuck Marmaris Escort out like two basketballs.

*Knock! Knock!*

I looked down at my phone and saw the time.

12:30 PM

Just like her, always on time.

I left my room and made my way to the living room, feeling my huge butt swaying behind me with every step. I got to the front door and opened it to reveal the tanned skinned, light brown eyed, 5’5 fit and toned brunette that I had been waiting on to arrive. As soon as her eyes laid on me, she dropped her suitcase in my mom’s house and wrapped her arms around me, engulfing me in a tight and warm embrace.

“There’s my boy,” she smiled as I put my arms around her and rested my chin on her head. Suddenly, I felt her strong hands ease down to my backside and grab both cheeks, her fingers poking into it as she giggled, “And there’s his ass.”

“Hi, Vanessa,” I moved my chin from her head and looked down at her.

She gazed up, her full lips curving upwards and returned, “Hi, Jordan.”

Vanessa leaned up a bit as I met her halfway leaning down and we kissed each other passionately, our tongues brushing against each other for the first time in four months.

We pulled away slowly, but her hands remained on my butt the entire time, but just simply rested there now. “I missed you, baby.”

“Did you miss me or did you miss my ass?” I joked.

“I’d answer that, but your feelings might get hurt,” she smirked. She then moved one hand to close the door behind her. A devious smile appeared on her face Marmaris Escort Bayan as she hungrily growled, “Now turn around. I want to see it.”

I did as told, and slowly turned around to fulfill her request of wanting to see my plump rump. I even arched my back a bit and it was as if you could hear her drool hitting the floor. I felt her hands hold my waist and her body press against my ass.

“The roles are usually reversed,” I pointed out.

“Not when the guy has an ass this big,” she laughed and put her nails on the waistband on my pants. “Your mom isn’t home yet, right?”

“No,” I answered. “She doesn’t get home until 2.”

“Good, enough time to do what I want to do,” Vanessa growled as she smacked my butt and sent waves through it.

Embarrassed and my face turning red, I brought up, “Vanessa, we’ve been through this. My cock is small. I can’t satis…”

Before I could finish my humiliating tell, she cut me off, “Oh, don’t worry, I’m not interested in your cock today. You’re about to lose your virginity, but not your dick virginity.”

A little confused, I was about to ask her what she meant, but before I could, my sweatpants were pulled down to my knees and I felt her hand rubbing across my bare ass. It was a first for it, but my little cock grew a bit from the touch of her hand on my skin. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

She giggled as I felt her kneel behind me and return, “Oh, you’re moaning from that? Let’s see how you react to this.”

Suddenly, my butt cheeks were pulled Escort Marmaris apart and I felt her wet tongue enter between them and the presured feeling sent a wave of surprise and actual pleasure over my body. My eyes grew large as I stuttered, “Wha…what are you doing?”

Her tongue came out for a moment to respond, “Tonguing this fat ass.”

Afterwards, it went right back in and roamed around my asshole. My head dropped and my eyes closed as I felt her mouth’s wetnes in my ass, but I was loving it. It was strange because I never experienced it, but it felt so good. My back actually arched a bit more to give her a better angle.

Vanessa’s face pressed into my ass, I felt her lips kissing my hole and I groaned from the feeling. I used one hand to spread my asshole open and used the other to place my erected dick between my index finger and thumb, pulling on it.

She blew bubbles into my butt, and that sent a sensational feeling over my body as a long moan escaped me. I felt like she wanted to talk, but she didn’t want to take her face out of my ass. I let my heavy butt cheek go and began grinding my ass against her face, tugging my dick harder and harder.

I heard my girlfriend’s muffled laughs as my huge ass swallowed her face, her lips now kissing and blowing right on my asshole as my tiny cock couldn’t take anymore.

A long moan came from me as a bit of white liquid jizzed from my dick. I was short of breath as it fell onto the floor under me, my baby nutsack draining from her face in ny butt. It was like I wad in a different world from the feeling. Too bad I was in too much of one to notice what had gone on just behind us.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?”

My head turned, still bent over and Vanessa in too much of a trance to move her face from my ass and I was startled from who I saw from the position I was in.

“MOM!?”

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