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I love to jerk off. I loved it the first time, and I love it thirty six years later. I hope I’ll always love it. No matter what my lovers have thought, yes it’s sexual, but it has absolutely nothing to do with my sex with them. My masturbating has nothing to do with whether I like sex with them, it doesn’t mean I do or don’t want sex with them. It’s just that, nothing to do with anyone else. I love to jerk off.

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“I’m a bear lover,” Peter said. “Maybe you won’t like me anymore.”

Who cares about bears?

“Eric and I take our clothes off in the woods behind his house and look at each other.”

Oh. A bare lover.

“Do you still like me?”

We were eleven, and we were playing with my electric trains in my basement. I don’t know how this conversation started, but it was fine with me. I guess I too was a bare lover.

I liked it when the neighbor girls were willing to take off their clothes for the neighbor boys so we could look. Occasionally, we could get two or three of them at once. None of them were old enough for breasts or pubic hair. Actually, though I had seen my mother’s pubic hair, I hadn’t yet made the connection between kids and adults, and didn’t know that those smooth, tight slits on the girls would ever be anything other than what they looked like right now. So gawk I did at the fascinating sight, the only different thing on the girls’ bodies.

So Peter’s confession wasn’t really shocking to me. What was shocking was just how much further along he was in his bare lover development.

We were over at Peter’s house when I asked him what about his bare loving activities. His were pretty similar to mine. Stripping with boys and girls, looking, sometimes touching. When he told me that he and some of the girls had sprouted some hairs he got my attention. And there were some other vague references that I didn’t really catch. He’d let me look at his pubic hairs if I got naked too. Yes, sir!

There were incredible. Don’t ask me why exactly, probably it’s some instinctual prime directive to be mesmerized by the forward evolution of all the human parts of ourselves. But I just stared. And as his penis started to get hard, it looked different than the boners I had seen on my friends before. Maybe the hair made it look kind of mature.

He wanted me to stand in front of him. I heard him spit and I felt his penis between my ass cheeks. A new thing, cool. He started pushing and, owwww! Pain! He had shoved his penis head up my asshole and it hurt like hell. “Take it out!” That was the last time that would happen. It had nothing to do with my interest in bare loving, it had nothing to do with whether or not I liked Peter. It was that I had no interest in hurting that much. He was OK with it, but the afternoon wasn’t over, and he had more to show me.

We got dressed he brought me into the bathroom. Don’t ask me, I’m along for the ride. Peter sat down and pulled down his pants a little, letting loose his becoming hairy penis. He turned to the end of some magazine and concentrated on an illustration in a tiny black and white brassiere ad. The picture was small, but it was a perfected coifed woman with a very sharply pointed cone bra, holding in a couple of appropriately 6o’s large bazooms. As he looked he rubbed his penis head against his leg. He got harder, he rubbed it faster. The more he rubbed the more my head ricocheted between his dick and her bra. What was going on, why was he doing this?

And then it happened. A small white drop of something appeared. Just that a drop. He smiled, big. I still didn’t really know what had happened, but maybe I knew it was my destiny.

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Trevor brought a group of us to the corner of the schoolyard and unfolded the “Playboy” pictures. They were the first dirty nudes I had ever seen. The bosoms –that’s what I’d learned to call them– looked enormous, at least, compared to my mother’s, the only ones I had ever seen. And I knew these were different than my mother’s in every way. We looked for a few seconds and he put them away.

The only place I’d even heard that there was such a thing as nude modeling was on the sole episode I’d seen of “Dragnet.” Jack Webb had broken an illegal ring of conspirators who somehow enticed innocent girls to take off their tops for the camera. For years, no matter how much I liked to look, I was convinced that the women I jerked off too were not really smiling, since they’d been forced to pose.

Anyway, I was at my friend Zack’s when he whispered to me that his teenage cousin was staying the weekend and that this cousin had “Playboy’s.” I persuaded him to cadge a few and mentioned they might be useful for more than just a gape. In his room, with the door locked, we opened them up and started looking. Bosoms galore, mainly large, and, of course, I thought, frowns. I gravely explained to Zack the conspiracies which had created all these nude Temelli Escort pictures, but really, did either of us care? He also heard about my introduction to the mystery of masturbation and that I was ready to try. He looked at me silently, agreeing to watch, but that was about it.

My pants came down, my hairless penis came out hard, and I opened my first unforgettable Playboy magazine. It had a yellow cover with white woman. Not a Caucasian, but a nude woman with black hair, black evening gloves, black stockings, and white porcelain skin. It was a sculpture of their famous “Femlin” character that Leroy Neiman had drawn for the dirty joke page, and inside there was a pictorial of the Femlin come to life. The model was dressed exactly like the illustrations, and they had powdered her skin completely white. Not in itself that attractive, but she was naked, with enormous hooters, and, after all, that’s what I needed for my initiation into semenhood.

So I stared at those bosoms. And held my erection against my leg. And I turned the pages for the other unhappy models and their unhappy bosoms. I tried to get a rhythm going against my leg, but it was very awkward. I didn’t know exactly how to hold it, and getting a grasp so it would move fast enough was difficult. But I persevered, and looked, and breathed deeply. And, nothing. But I had seen that drop at Peter’s house. So I kept working.

Zack, in the meanwhile, was getting nervous. He knew that looking at Playboys in his locked room with his whole family around was probably not the smartest idea in the world. And he, liked me a few months before, had no idea of what I was doing, but, again like me, was so entranced he didn’t want the action to stop. He knew there was a finale and wanted to be in on it. I, on the other hand, didn’t know what planet I was on.

The rubbing continued. So did the nudity. I was turned the pages. The head of my penis felt funny, tender, on my leg. If I hadn’t been doing to myself I couldn’t have stood the feeling, and, anyway, when was this going to happen? Where was my drop?

It probably was just a few minutes. Five, ten, maybe. Eleven years old, impatient for my drop to come out, and I saw that my leg was wet. Had I peed? There wasn’t that piss feeling, but what else was it, there wasn’t any drop. And the wet was clear, not white. I felt it and it was sticky. No pee here. Zack touched it too. I guess mine was different than Peter’s, but we both knew it had happened.

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The next time was kind of scary. We were in Zack’s basement, and he had talked his cousin into a longer loan of the magazines. This time we were both trying, Zack for the first time, and I was contentedly rubbing away looking at the very naked women, same as before. And expecting the same results, when pow! The hole the end of my dick started spouting. Not the wet sticky film from the last time, not the white drop at the end. I mean, it gushed. Gobs and gobs of creamy stuff, a little white, but kind of yellow too. Zack eyes were popping out of his head, I was panicking, and it kept pouring out, all over my hand, dripping down the head of my penis. I couldn’t stop it. My lungs were hyperventilating, I thought something had gone severely wrong with my body. Nothing really felt wrong, but it sure hadn’t looked like this the other two times. I cleaned up fast, hoping I hadn’t ruptured something inside.

I’m not sure how much I did jerked myself off over the next few years, or where I got the stimulation material. I remember Zack and I doing it some more, and I remember that my photography hobby led me to a companion who had some French postcards where I saw a nude with pubic hair for the first time, skanky though it was. I started having humiliating, but very satisfying wet dreams.

Walking home from my parents’ drugstore one day in July when I was sixteen, I stopped at the stationary store and bought my first Playboy. God knows why that day in that year. I’d probably wanted to buy it before, but I was scared, knowing that looking at nude pictures was a bad thing, looking at them in Playboy was a bad thing, and what I wanted to do was a bad thing. And God knows why I decided to buy from a local merchant that knew me and knew my parents, but adolescence probably overcame any logic.

The cover was pink glitter, the “Playmate of the Year” issue, and the Playmate was in a tiara, signaling her ascendancy to the pinnacle of nudity. Carol Baker. There was a particular side angled picture where her nipples stood out all puffy that always made me shoot. I’ve got to go buy an old copy on the collector’s market to see if her breasts have the same effect on my sperm now. They probably do.

I masturbated every day I could. In fact, I masturbated every day I could until I started having sex. And then I did it every day that I didn’t have sex. Until I got married the first time, and that messed up my masturbatory Temelli Escort Bayan patterns forever.

Anyway, after that first Playboy purchase, I don’t think I ever masturbated in front of Zack, or any guy, again. I’d lock my door, pull out a magazine from an ever growing hidden stash, and wank away. After scum would shoot out — I had heard “scumbags” kept the stuff from making girls pregnant, and I hadn’t heard any of the other quaint terms for the gunk yet – after the scum would spurt, I’d clean myself up with my underpants or pajamas. Maybe I figured my mother had no idea why clothes were becoming stiff and stained beyond hope.

All I can remember about the pictures now are the breasts. Large, friendly breasts. Sometimes they were round and proud and just sat on the happy girl’s body (I was starting to see their smiles). Others hung very heavily, very massively. Some of them were two completely separate mounds, and some were so big they just mushed together with a line down the middle. There were dark, huge aureoles, and really tight, small ones, with erect nipples sticking up at the end. And it was like their whole selves existed just to treat me to long peeks at their naked flesh so I could get off. Their rear ends were in clear evidence too, of course, and sure they looked sexy and dirty and I got hard to them too, but nothing like the breasts. Maybe an ass wasn’t a real draw yet, because, of course, I had one, so it wasn’t like a revelation, though heaven knows they sure looked different than any boy’s. And, now that I think about it, since I hadn’t had sex, I didn’t probably conceive of the ultimate attraction of the buttocks. Why, as I got older, I liked seeing a woman on her knees, cheeks facing me, looking over her shoulder with a smile. Didn’t know what I wanted to put there, how I wanted to bump there. At that young point in my life, any nudity was arousing, but right then it was in the boobs.

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Any activity that continues year after year, decade after decade, evolves. If you watched me at sixteen and you looked at me, probably, at sixty, it would look pretty much the same. Stretched out, usually on the bed, I lie down in a kind of reading position with my legs spread slightly. Sometimes my pants are pulled halfway down, sometimes I’m naked, ready for action. When I was young I was always already hard when I started, and in my thirties I had to grab on and pull myself erect. But it’s hard for me to come by myself without some kind of outside thrill.

First were the nudies in Playboy. Opening it on my left, I’d flip to the regularly formatted three sections where the “girls next door” (yeah right) posed naked on the couch, in the kitchen, with their moms. I lost my virginity at eighteen, which coincided Playboy starting to show pubic hair. The first centerfold (Liv somebody or other) discreetly exposed about a half an inch or so at the beginning of 1970, but it was enough for me to pop my wad immediately. Penthouse magazine had pushed them into it, but Penthouse kept pushing the boundaries forward for jerk off-ers like me. Their models not only exposed pubic hair, but started trimming it and spreading it enough that you could see their swollen lips and clitoris a bit. They got on their knees in a way that was more than just showing you their bums. And each new level of exposure and provocation was OK with my straining penis.

The constant search for a new wallop led me to pornographic movies when they first came out on video. Women who wanted it, wanted it bad, with one, two or three men at once. Women who wanted it on their knees, in their ass. Women who wanted come on their tits, their faces, in their hair. The videos led me backwards to porn magazines which had been showing the same thing for years, I just didn’t know it. And ever other fetish I could imagine, enjoy, or completely reject. Lately, I’ve regressed to the point where it’s only every once in a while I really like seeing actual sex and I’ve been into the lowest down trash on the newsstand. Junk like “Naughty Neighbors,” “Cheap Thrills,” and “Big Butts.” Where it looks like the pictures might have taken three minutes to shoot and the stage direction was “Bend over. Spread your cheeks. Let your boobs hang down.” Or “Squat down. Jiggle your tits. Let me smell you from here.” The things I think about when I’m with my wife, or when I’m alone in a hotel room.

But it was Penthouse letters “Forum” that really hit the masturbating jackpot for me when I was around twenty. “I’m a sophomore at a small mid-western college who has just lived through an experience that I had to share with somebody.” The “real” letter went on to describe a situation where a poor, unsuspecting guy found himself in a situation with a full breasted woman that had to, needed to, was compelled to, masturbate/blow/fuck him, sometimes with a girlfriend with smaller tits but a rounder ass, right before they were Escort Temelli discovered by his unsuspecting, would-be-jealous thought-he-was-the-stud roommate.

These “letters” had absolutely no other purpose other than to get the reader, me, to climax. Written so they would help you get hard, give you time to beat it a while, feel your balls and shaft fill up, they’d give you a climactic moment (“Fuck me hard, now!”) right when you needed it most. And they worked particularly, extremely, remarkably well, month after month after month. Playboy open to the pictures, Penthouse to the stories, I would sit there looking, reading, pulling my pud until it came.

Four or five years later, after I had adapted out loud storytelling into sex with my lovers, a woman that I was sleeping with gave me a digest version of “Forum” which was nothing but “real” letters, some of which had been written by woman we knew from college. Soon competitors started up and I was buying them all. The volume of stories required the editors to split them up into sections devoted to themes that one might like best. At the beginning I remember liking stories about women talking during sex, and voyeurism, and ass fucking. No matter how popular they seemed to be I didn’t like spanking, or female domination, or transvestites. They started separating into downmarket publications that were badly written with typos, but completely, arousingly trashy (“Car Cooze”) and the classier ones (“Painting a Picture of Total Submission to a Royal Lady”). I didn’t really care as long as they played to my interests of the moment and I got off.

And whatever was going on in my sex life found it’s way into my masturbation life. When I found the courage to admit to a woman that I thought about her peeing on me, I started jerking off to letters about watersports. When a girlfriend started getting off on wearing lingerie under her blue jeans, stories about nippleless bras worked me up. I found that some women liked having their nipples squeezed to the point of pain which led to one of my lovers wanting her ass tanned; all of a sudden those spanking stories felt pretty hot. And I realized that if something happened with a lover, I could push it further when I masturbated, and the heightened reality of my jerking off could come back to bed with my women.

At first I was worried that whatever kinks I was thinking about when I came alone would frighten off a woman. Soon it became clear to me that I usually was with women who liked sex, even the ones with very little knowledge, and they wanted my intensity of interest. My masturbation rituals focused me on sex with them in a way that was unfamiliar even to the most experienced of the lot.

I certainly didn’t have to do a lot of the stuff that made me come in private. Women generally haven’t liked to pee on me, or bondage, or exhibitionism, but hey, if a story makes me feel she’s sitting on top of me spurting liquid on my cock and I shoot my stuff into my hand, who needs to know? I’ve rarely fucked a woman’s ass, don’t actually like it too much, but even today reading about a woman on all fours wiggling her spread cheeks and shouting “It feels so dirty! Shoot your come deep in my asshole!” is a guaranteed instant eruption. And when a woman didn’t want to participate, even in abstract whispering when we were fucking, that was usually fine. I still had my right hand and my times alone.

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Peter had rubbed his penis against his leg for his drop, so at first I did that too. It was a little awkward, somehow taking the shaft with the tips of my fingers, and moving it back and forth like I was wiggling a gear shift. Eventually, I let the erection jut up naturally, and I’d lay my palm down flat and push the almost tight skin of my cock back and forth on my stomach, sometimes touching my balls or my asshole. Over many years I progressed to the technique I still use, which probably started by looking at the guys in sex videos. I grasp my penis with my whole hand wrapping around the length, with the head exposed, looking at me. Moving up and down until it’s hard, slightly off my stomach, keep it going until it explodes.

And the explosion. The part that you’ve been waiting for, the moment of the white drop. My balls clenching up, the head expanding large, the feeling moving up the shaft. The come. It’s been almost forty years and I can’t feel it often enough. Or watch it often enough, because seeing my penis come is part of the thrill. The moment when it squirts, the white liquid firing out, messing up everything. Watching it fly across my chest (or watching it glob across my lover’s face or breasts). And you know, it’s not just my juice I like to look at. The (many) moments in a porn movie where the guy has been pounding inside a woman, the moments when he pulls out of her pussy or her mouth, the moments that he pours out his juice all over her. Whether it’s mine or it’s his, I live for those moments.

I’m hooked. On masturbation, for sure. And on nude pictures. And sex stories that get me off. It’s not all there is, and if it was, life would suck. There’d be variations on the theme for years and hopefully will be for years to come. But at the beginning it was just Playboy and my right hand.

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When I got home from the Air Force I needed a place to stay. I used my Air Force-trained wiles, I had been a cryptanalyst for four years, and found Aunt Ann’s phone number. I called but there was no answer so I took a chance and drove over to my old friend’s house. It had been four years since I was in my hometown, never mind where, and I wasn’t surprised when his mom answered the door.

Loretta Dunham had been my first crush although God knows I never told Greg about it. I had always found her to be the sexiest woman in my life, including his sister who was, obviously, much more age-appropriate for me.

I stood still as she looked at me and then I saw recognition dawn.

“Dave?” she said, well, she asked.

“Hello Mrs. Dunham,” I said, flashing my best boyish grin.

I noticed she didn’t open the screen door.

“Greg’s not here,” she said, “he moved to Florida a couple of years ago.”

I tried a conversational gambit. “So what’s been going on for the past four years.”

She didn’t even smile, she just said, “It’s good to know you’re alive, Dave,” and then shut the door.

“Well,” I said aloud, “that went well.”

I went back to the street, got in my four-year-old Mustang, purchased for cash from savings when I got out of the Air Force and back to the U.S., and tried again on my new cellphone to raise Aunt Ann.

And there it was, a voice I recognized, kind of deep for a woman, a little coarse, almost raspy, making you think of whisky and cigarettes and late nights at a roadhouse somewhere.

“Hello?” she said, the question mark clear from her intonation, the number on her phone unfamiliar to her.

“Ann Richards,” I said, trying to disguise my voice. I was speaking from deep in my belly, keeping my voice as radio-disk-jockey-like as I could, “this is a blast from your past speaking,” trying for the sound I had heard regularly on the radio advertising drag races at the local drag strip – SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY! BE THERE!

“Okay,” she said, that gravelly voice still familiar, “I’ll play.”

“We shared a bathroom,” I intoned.

She laughed at that and said, “honey, that doesn’t narrow it down much.”

That made it my turn to laugh.

“Okay,” I said, struggling to hold my voice control, “we shared a bathroom for a year.”

There was a pause then.

I waited her out.

“Davey?” she asked, her voice very soft.

“Yes, Aunt Ann,” I said, but for the last two words, I was talking into dead air. She hung up.

“Well fuck,” I said aloud, “that went well too.”

I sat in the car, starting to Google “cheap lodgings near me,” when my phone rang, surprising me. It was the first time It had rung since I bought it and at first I didn’t recognize the weird little chimes as a phone ringing at all.

I figured out how to accept the call, and finally touched the little green phone icon.

“Hello?” I said.

“Is this really you?” she asked.

I laughed.

“Give me an address and I’ll demonstrate,” I said.

“David, I….” she said and stopped.

I waited her out and she finally rattled off an address.

“Put on your dancin’ shoes,” I said, and hung up.

I entered her address in the Google Maps app on the phone, something I actually had figured out how to use, and started following the blue line. It took almost 45 minutes, fighting cross-town traffic, but Dr. Google didn’t let me down and I found her place, a small house in one of those subdivisions where none of the streets ran straight.

I pulled into the driveway, got out of the car, took a deep breath, and marched up Hüseyingazi Escort to her door. Yeah, marched. I might have tracked every day I spent in uniform (three years, nine months, eleven days, seven hours, and twenty-six minutes if it matters), but some habits die hard.

I knocked and stepped back politely.

And she hadn’t changed. She literally hadn’t changed. Her brown hair, a nice dark tan color, was still worn in a short cap framing her face. Her face was still sort of long and narrow, not quite “horse-faced” but close. Her eyes were close-set and hazel, and the sclera (the whites of her eyes, a word I learned while taking Human Anatomy and Physiology online while I was in the Air Force) had little blood veins showing. Her nose was straight and thin, pointing to her mouth, generous but with thin lips.

She smiled and I was glad to see she hadn’t succumbed to the current trend of tooth bleaching that made about half of the women I had seen since I got back to the “world” after my stint in northern Japan look like someone had selected Appliance White before painting their teeth. Hers were natural ivory and those slightly protruding canines, what she called her “vampire teeth” kept her limited to being “attractive” rather than “pretty” or “beautiful.”

She had no makeup on, not surprisingly since it was Saturday, and as I finished looking her up and down I saw that her breasts still filled out the T-shirt she wore nicely and her hips and ass still looked great in the tight jeans she favored.

She slapped me.

A hard slap. Hard enough that I automatically fell into a defensive posture as those three years in a karate dojo working with a Japanese sensei who believed that pain taught lessons had drummed into me.

Her face was red and tears overflowed from her eyes.

“Four fucking YEARS,” she wasn’t quite yelling but it was close, “and not even a fucking LETTER!?”

I relaxed and theatrically hung my head.

“I apologize,” I said, and I hoped my voice expressed just how much I meant it.

“Four fucking YEARS!” she repeated.

“Ann,” I said, looking up to meet her eyes, “when you wake up in the morning and find your mother dead in the front room, naked in a pool of her own puke, it kind of fucks you up. I HAD to get away.”

She was still glaring at me.

“Four fucking YEARS!” she said for the third time, “and not so much as a fucking LETTER to let me know you were still alive!”

I took a chance and stepped closer, taking her hands in mine.

“I’m sorry,” I said again, “please accept the apology of a known asshole.”

It worked.

She relaxed suddenly, threw her arms around me, and kissed me.

It was a slick kiss, her nose ran while she cried.

It was a good kiss.

Finally, she broke the kiss, pushed me to arm’s length, smiled the crooked smile I remembered, and said, “Okay, you asshole, come on in.”

The house was about what you’d expect from a single divorcee. Uncle Don’s alimony check arrived sporadically, but her work-at-home job as an editor kept her solvent. It was a small house, very similar to the one she had come to live in with mom and me. Two bedrooms, a single bathroom, a generous living room, a small but well-equipped kitchen, and a dining room table sitting in an extension of the living room, not really a dining room. Her desk and computer were in the corner behind the dining room table.

“I have beer, iced tea, water, and some bourbon around. What would you like?” she asked.

I chuckled and said, “I will kill anyone you name for a beer.”

She Hüseyingazi Escort Bayan headed for the kitchen and I just kind of looked around. The place was interesting. There was nothing to suggest “girly,” but it was clearly a woman’s domain. The furniture was cloth material, pale tan a nice neutral color. A bookcase was full of books, mostly hardcovers. A good-sized, but not overwhelming, television was the centerpiece of the wall opposite the double recliner with a console between the two seats. The floors, surprising me, were hardwood and a brightly patterned area rug covered the center of the room. It was, all in all, as I said, feminine but not at all “girly.”

We talked for an hour. You can cut a few yards of that dialogue and you’ll have it. Two people who had been intimate and then separated catching up.

“Okay toots,” I said, standing quickly, “put on your dancing shoes. I’m taking you out, getting you drunk, and then taking advantage of you.”

She stood and closed the distance between us.

“Or I could feed you and then we could take advantage of each other,” she said, looking at me from under lidded eyes.

I’m not sure, if I’m being honest here, who initiated the kiss.

I am absolutely certain, however, that it was an excellent kiss.

She molded herself to me, her arms around my neck, and her back arched.

I pulled her to me, my hand low on her back where the arch was deepest.

Our tongues played and fenced and explored.

She broke the kiss, leaning back, looking at me, and said, “four years, you asshole.”

I laughed softly at that, reached down and caught the hem of her T-shirt in my hand, and said, “let me make it up to you.”

She grabbed my ears, hard, hard enough to make me yell.

“You had fucking BETTER!” she said, and lifted her arms straight up over her head.

I was laughing as I peeled the T-shirt straight up and off of her.

Her “weekend bra” was a white cotton thing, heavy-duty, appropriate for her large breasts. I reached around and unhooked it, four of those little bent wire hooks, and then eased it off of her arms before theatrically tossing it over my shoulder.

She giggled and stood still as I just looked.

My Aunt Ann is what you call a “heavy-chested” woman. She’s not huge, but the tag on her bra said 36D. Her breasts sagged and separated dramatically. She had failed the pencil test, she told me once, about two days after she got pregnant. Her areolas are perfect circles about the size of a silver dollar a pale pinkish tan color, and her nipples are little buttons, about two shades darker, about the size of my little finger in the precise mathematical center of her areolas. As I watched the areolas tightened, about a bazillion little wrinkles turning them into little cones, and the nipples darkened by two more shades.

She has GREAT tits.

I lifted each in turn, kissing, sucking the nipple gently, and then releasing.

Then it was to my knees.

I kissed her belly button, a little slot of an innie, before taking her left foot into my lap. She grabbed my hair for balance, her fingers entwining, as I untied the tennis shoe she wore and then rolled down the white athletic sock. After I had both shoes off I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and worked them down and off. She kept her fingers in my hair as she did that awkward little two-step to get clear of them.

I kissed the line of her panties, no stupid buttfloss thong for Aunt Ann, real French-cut panties.

“Shall I take them off?” I asked, looking Escort Hüseyingazi up at her and smiling.

She smiled and said, “Your technique has improved.”

“Were you celibate for the past four years?” I replied, aware that this was kind of a surreal conversation to be having.

She smiled, an open, unashamed smile.

“No, Davey,” she said, “I wasn’t.”

“Well,” I said, “neither was I and my Japanese girlfriend taught me things.”

“I see,” she said.

“Sooooooooooo,” I said, dragging the vowel out, “Shall I take them off?”

She giggled and said, “please.”

Her pubic hair was coarse and closely trimmed, a triangle pointing to the top of the slit formed by her full nether lips, her labia majora, which, in turn, were perfectly smooth suggesting wax or perhaps lasers and expensive chemicals.

I kissed her there, drawing a sharp gasp.

“Am I forgiven?” I asked, smiling up past the roundness of her mons veneris and breasts.

“You’re getting there,” she said, grinning now.

I cupped her ass in my hands, pulling her to me as I kissed harder, my tongue exploring, turning it into a good old-fashioned American blow job.

She didn’t resist. In fact, her fingers entwined in my hair demanding.

I figured I was forgiven when I smelled the womanscent of her need and tasted as her Bartholin’s and Skene’s glands began working with the mucus cells lining her vagina to lubricate her. She tasted oily and salty with a hint of something else, maybe garlic from last night’s dinner. She was delicious, and my tongue probed and explored greedily.

“Oh, Christ,” she sort of grunted and I felt the sudden gush of her climax wet my chin.

I held her to me as she relaxed, kissing along the line where smoothness gave way to closely trimmed hair and then standing, slowly, to hold her while her breathing returned to normal.

“Wash your face,” she said, “and I’ll pull on a dress. Then you ARE going to take me to dinner.”

So I did.

And in a minor miracle, as I finished washing up, I dug my little toilet kit out of my duffle and took a little extra time to brush my teeth and shave around the goatee I was starting to sport, she was ready.

And she looked terrific in a simple, as they say, little black dress, with fresh makeup.

“And yes,” she said, “I have my dancing shoes on.”

The evening was refreshing. We talked and laughed. We ate at a steak house she knew and drank at a club that featured live music, a not-terrible cover band doing mostly blues although at tempos that had us dancing fast and slow by turns. She was interested in what I had done in the Air Force and I was interested in how well she had adjusted to the single life, mildly surprised that she hadn’t remarried.

We slept together that night, my first night back in town, and she said she would love to have me stay with her while I was going to school, “or for however long you want to stay,” she added, “I like your new techniques.”

She was as good as I remembered. She was passionate and gentle, wet and slick and tight, or loose when she relaxed. Her kisses were hungry, almost desperate, and before we went to sleep she told me of a date gone bad that had left her with a black eye, fat lip, and an aversion to men.

I kissed her, very gently, and told her I would kill the guy, all she had to do was give me the name.

She giggled and said I couldn’t do that.

So I agreed, no assassinations. But if I happened to get into a fight, wellllllllllll.

She giggled and kissed me and said, “thank you.”

“For what?” I asked.

She giggled again.

“For reminding me that not ALL men are creeps,” she said.

I laughed, and said, “I’ll take that as a compliment I guess.”

“I meant it that way, Davey,” she said.

So I found her nipple with my mouth, latched on, and nursed.

She hummed softly.

It was a good homecoming day.

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This is my story and is also published elsewhere.

*****

Alice had me trapped. I was tied up in a doll box, dolled up like a pervert’s idealization of a slutty schoolgirl, and put on display right next to the entrance of the store. To make matters worse, Alice had also attached a ‘discount’ sign to my box to draw more attention, specifically to me. It was still early in the day, and I had to hold out until closing time before she would let me go…

“I’m heading to the back for a minute. I’ve got to prepare some online orders for shipping. Be good now, dolly!” Alice said as she walked off. Her heels clicked softer and softer before she disappeared with the sound of a door opening and closing. In a way, I was happy that most people shopped online now. It saved me from a lot of encounters with potential customers. Remembering how empty the store was the day before, and how nobody had knocked or called when the store was closed during Alice’s dollification process, made me feel relieved. The day might end up being rather uneventful!

Some time passed. A door opened and closed again. The clicking of heels became audible again as Alice returned to her desk. “Hey, dolly?” Alice said, teasingly. “You left your phone in the employees’ room. You really ought to set a password on that thing!”

Oh, no. What did she do? Thoughts came rushing to my mind. Did she check my browser history? Open my gallery? Read my chats? Although Alice did not reveal exactly what she had and hadn’t done, it soon became very clear as less than an hour later, some very familiar faces walked up to the store.

Jeremy, Tyler, and Marcus approached the store in unison. They were my best friends. We haven’t been as socially connected as we used to, but even nowadays we always found time to play video games together at least once a week. They never struck me as the type that would enter a store like this… especially together! The group stopped at the front door and inspected the display carefully before their eyes stopped at my sign. Jeremy pointed at the sign and spoke to the group. Their words remained inaudible to me. After a minute or so of talking, the group entered the store.

As the door swung open, Jeremy’s voice became audible, “Where is he anyway? Didn’t he say to meet him here?”

“According to the location he sent in the chat, he should be here, yeah,” Marcus replied.

The group stared into the store for a short time before Alice approached them. “Hello! Welcome to Wonderland! Can I help you?” she asked.

“Yeah…” Tyler started. “We’re looking for our friend, Sam. He told us to meet him here. Said something about seeing something unbelievable before disappearing on us.”

“Sam? I don’t recall him ever mentioning his name, but there was a young man here earlier. He was about your age, so it could have been him,” Alice replied, matter-of-factly. “I think he left his phone here. I found it over in the ladies section. Could you call your friend to see if this phone starts ringing?”

Jeremy was the first to grab his phone and call my number. The phone rang. “Well, I guess we can take his phone then,” Jeremy said. “We’ll make sure he gets it back! It’s a good thing he at least texted us before he got forgetful!”

“That fool was probably taking pictures of slutty lingerie or sex toys and left it after getting distracted!” Tyler exclaimed. The group laughed.

Great. Now they think I’m a pervert. I thought. Although, if they knew where I really was, things would be much, much worse.

“I wonder what he wanted us to see though, I mean, we’re here now anyway…” Marcus said. “Hey, Jeremy, check his gallery! Maybe that will give us a hint.”

“I can’t. His phone… it’s locked?” Jeremy Gülveren Escort replied in confusion. “Since when does he use a password on his lock screen?”

So that’s what Alice did… She texted my friends to come over and possibly poke fun at me, and then locked my phone so that I can’t even access it anymore! I just hope she gives me the unlock code when she unties me later today…

“Well, I can’t tell for sure what he would have wanted you to see, but he did ask about our discounted doll over here,” Alice said, giving a few light taps on my box.

“Yeah, that one drew our attention too,” Jeremy admitted. “What’s with the discount? And why is it only on that doll? Is there something wrong with it? It looked just fine to us.”

Alice started turning the box to make it face into the store. Slowly but surely my vision rotated, and I was looking directly at my friends. I was happy that I never ended up getting any tattoos. Could you imagine a doll with tattoos? It’d be a dead giveaway!

After Alice finished rotating the box, she took a moment to catch her breath. “The ‘problem’ with this doll is that we requested female dolls for our collection. But our supplier didn’t inspect the dolls and ended up shipping one of their new ‘experimental models’,” Alice explained. She gently removed the front panel from the box. “See for yourselves,” She teased, as she slowly lifted my skirt and revealed the compact chastity cage filling out my panties.

“Is that…” Jeremy began, unable to finish his sentence.

“Yo, that’s a dude doll!” Marcus exclaimed, clearly uncomfortable and weirded out by the sight.

“Are those supposed to get wet?” Tyler asked, pointing at my panties.

“Yeah… They’re only supposed to get wet when it senses its user is aroused, but this model, as it is experimental, has a defect,” she replied. Her eyes locked on mine as she emphasized the word ‘defect’. Alice smiled briefly, though her eyebrows gave away it was far from a kind smile. She was clearly enjoying herself.

Alice pulled my panties aside and gave the group an unobstructed view of my cage. She left it hanging for a second before flicking the tip of the cage twice, only for another drop to leak out of the cage, and fall directly onto the floor of the box. “This cute little thing has become a bit of an issue. Every morning I need to swap out its panties and clean the floor… I’m all for innovation, but this model just has to go. The sooner, the better,” Alice explained.

“These hyperrealistic dolls generally go for 2,000 dollars. This, however, is a new and very exclusive model. So its value is a bit higher than that. 3,000 dollars, to be more precise. However, luckily for our customers, we got this model as a result of a mix-up. So we can charge the regular 2,000 for it. As I would like to get rid of it fast, I’m offering it for 1,500 dollars, which is half the price of its real value. So you get a brand new exclusive doll that nobody else can even afford, for less than the price of the regular female model,” Alice said, trying to convince my friends into considering the purchase.

“No, thanks, I’m good,” Marcus replied. “Well, if this is it, I’ll just see you guys at the car!” Marcus said as he walked out of the store.

Jeremy and Tyler looked at each other as if wordlessly debating whether or not to buy the doll. “Can I pay in installments?” Jeremy asked, his face getting red.

“We don’t usually do split payments, but I’ll tell you what. If this doll isn’t gone by the end of next week, I’ll consider it. 50% upfront, though!” Alice replied.

“I’ll give you a call next week then,” Jeremy said, thanking Alice, then exiting the store too.

When his Escort Gülveren friends had left the store, Tyler dared to speak freely. “I think the leaking is kinda cute. Does it do that all on its own? Is there no fluid container?” He asked, clearly interested.

Oh, no. Tyler is legitimately interested in owning a sissy sex doll. That can’t be good…

“I don’t know exactly how it works, but, yeah. There’s no container for whatever that liquid is. It just works on its own,” Alice shrugged.

“May I?” Tyler asked, moving closer to the box.

Having moved behind Tyler, Alice could now focus her eyes on me while talking, without raising any suspicion. “Go right ahead,” she answered. Staring directly into my eyes with a devious smile.

Tyler grabbed hold of my cage and fondled it around in his hand. “It’s cute. I can fit the entire thing in just one hand… I like it,” Tyler said. He gently squeezed his hand as he cupped my balls. “Wow, these feel very real indeed. Well, apart from that they are so small in comparison to my own, of course,” he added, giving out a laugh.

“Oh?” Alice replied. Tyler’s remark piqued her interest and gave her an idea to humiliate me further. “Tell you what. If you dare to whip out yours and prove yours are substantially bigger, I’ll lower the price by another hundred dollars,” she teased.

Alice wanted to embarrass me, tempt me to struggle, and make me try to break free. But I knew that if I just let it happen, Alice would hopefully keep her word not to sell me, Tyler would leave, and I’d be free without them knowing it was me. I simply HAD to hold on.

“Challenge accepted!” Tyler exclaimed. He chuckled as he unbuttoned his pants. The zipper promptly followed too and there stood Tyler… pants down to his knees, no underwear, exposing himself in the middle of the store.

Alice moved between us. “May I?” she now asked.

“My pleasure,” Tyler confidently replied. “Just don’t blame me if you get to see more than you asked for!” Tyler laughed as he motioned his index finger uncurling as if becoming erect.

Alice pretended to blush as she dropped to her knees and went to cup both of our balls. Even though it was obvious Tyler was certainly better endowed in that department, Alice carefully fondled both our balls, pretending to analyze them. Her intentions were very clear, however. To tease me, make me leak more, and cause me to get even more uncomfortable in my cage while allowing Tyler to grow up to his full length in arousal.

“Hmm,” Alice moaned sensually. “You are indeed a lot bigger.” She looked up at Tyler and saw his face getting red. “Oh. I guess this view is doing it for you?” She teased. “I’ll tell you what… looking at those big balls, you’re probably pent-up… And now you’re fully erect too… I can’t let you leave like that! So how about another challenge?”

“I’m listening…” Tyler replied, breathing heavily.

“If you can cum over this doll’s cage, I’ll consider her ‘marked’, and thus mark her in our system as reserved for you. You can then pick her up discreetly whenever you get the money to buy her.” Alice dared.

This can’t be happening. How in the world did it come to this? One of my best friends jerking off and cumming on me? I pray he declines that dare… It took every single bit of self-control to remain motionless as my fight-or-flight nerves started to kick in.

“Kinky… Fuck. Okay. I’ll do it… Could you stay there on your knees, though? I’m loving this sight, and it’s helping a lot.” Tyler replied.

“I’ll do you one better, stud,” Alice said, kissing Tyler’s dick on the head. It bounced up in response. “Hmm. Fuck. If I didn’t have other plans, I’d have claimed Gülveren Escort this cock for myself,” Alice moaned. I wasn’t sure anymore if Alice was simply acting and playing along, or if she meant it, as her act was very convincing.

Tyler had already started stroking himself. But Alice’s teasing had made him shift his body towards her instead, and away from me. He was stroking himself off with his dick pointed at Alice’s mouth. Alice opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue in response.

It didn’t take much longer for Tyler to reach climax. Though he wasn’t prepared for how fast it came, as his first shot landed straight onto Alice’s tongue. Embarrassed, Tyler quickly turned towards me and shot the rest of his cum all over me. Some hit my panties, some hit just my balls, some didn’t even make it to me and merged with the pool that I had already leaked onto the floor, and the rest covered my cage. “I’m so sorry!” Tyler apologized. “Oh, man, I royally screwed that up, didn’t I?”

Alice let his cum slide down her tongue into her mouth. Without swallowing, she closed her mouth and positioned it above my cage before opening it again and letting Tyler’s cum, mixed with her saliva, drip down onto my cage. “There you go. Problem solved,” Alice reassured Tyler. “I take responsibility for going a bit too far with your visual stimulation. Besides… I’ve always wanted to do that to someone.”

“Someone?” Tyler responded.

“Well, something, in this case. But it was close enough to the real deal. After all, this one is so very realistic…” Alice moaned in a sultry tone as she squeezed my balls one last time. I leaked out more in response.

“Wow, it almost looked like its cage twitched! That is amazing!” Tyler said. “I can’t wait to take her home with me. I’ll be sure to have the money within a week!” Tyler quickly pulled up his pants again and left the store.

“Alright. That was quite the ride! I see you once again enjoyed yourself too?” Alice chuckled as she pointed at the floor. “Don’t worry. It’ll be our secret…” she smirked. “Now then, let’s get you cleaned up…”

Thankfully, Alice closed the store early that day. She untied me, washed off Tyler’s (and my own) mess, and let me get back into my clothes after undoing my makeup and removing all the doll ‘clothing’.

“Now then, I do believe you’ve earned yourself a treat!” Alice said in excitement. “You’ve done me proud, Sam! Cute name, by the way. Though I won’t be calling you that anymore after today.” She giggled, as she walked off to a drawer in the employees’ kitchen and took a pill out of an unlabeled container. She then grabbed a mug and filled it with liquid vanilla pudding. The gooey dessert flowed into the mug. While pouring it, Alice dropped the pill in. After filling the mug, she walked back over and handed it to me.

“Drink up! It’s good!” Alice said. Seeing my somewhat saddened face, she realized that my idea of a treat was much different from hers. “Oh. You thought I was going to unlock you? I’m sorry, sweetie, but you already leaked so much today! I’ll unlock you tomorrow… pinky promise! Now, be a good doll and swallow your treat!”

I did as she asked. With audible gulps, one after the other. I finished the mug in one go. If I hadn’t known about the pill being somewhere in there, I would never even have realized I swallowed it. “What was that pill anyway?” I asked.

“Just a painkiller for the chastity pains I caused you today,” She replied. “Don’t worry about it.”

Don’t worry about it. The classic red flag statement… yet, it’s not like I could just decline her demands, I thought. As scared as I was, I was also too curious for my own good. My girlfriend was never this kinky, and Alice introduced me to things I couldn’t imagine in my wildest fantasies. A part of me wanted to do as she told me, just to see where it would take me.

“Go home, sweetie. Get some rest. I’ll see you again tomorrow,” Alice said. “Oh, and skip breakfast tomorrow! For reasons!”

More secrets. Great…

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Everyone in this story is a consenting adult some is true some is fantasy.

We sat in a corner booth at the Lakeshore Tavern playing footsie with are small feet over cocktails. We talked has our feet played under the table, a wetness, desire growing between us. Her foot finding my crotch, sliding to the edge, I met her toes with enthusiasm. As she confessed that she masturbated often thinking of me sucking her toes.

Working inside my skirt finding her foot finding it’s way inside my thong her toes sliding inside me. Fucking me with that wonderful foot, moaning softly, my juices began covering her foot. She held my hands watching my face as I was being pleasured by her foot. Grinding into her toes feeling her foot go deeper into my wet pussy. Sally’s toes wiggling and dancing deep inside my wet pussy.

Salley was loving this watching me struggling not to moan and squeal in pleasure. The waitress I knew brought another round of drinks and would not leave chatting me up. I felt my orgasm building with waves and waves of pleasure erupting around her foot shaking me to my core. Sally giggled she loves making me do things like this in public.

I’m a strong independent Boğaziçi Escort highly educated woman but Sally owns me in ways only she understands. “You know what you have to do now?” Sally said with a smile.

“Yes Miss,” I whimpered like a beaten puppy.

Sliding under the table on all fours I cleaned that gorgeous foot with my tongue tasting my own juices. I saw she was stroking her gorgeous penis as I licked her foot I sucked each toe slowly into my warm mouth, finally working my way up her suckle smooth legs slowly. My mouth finding a home between her legs my tongue licking the head of her gorgeous penis the familiar taste.

I love my lips around Sally’s hard throbbing dick, feeling the veins with my tongue she is so thick. I love her gorgeous cock stretching my mouth, waiting for her to give me a hot load. On my knees serving her needs, waiting on Sally’s hot seed, Increasing my speed. I feel as her cock twitches about to explode. Sally giving me a hot steamy load-

I’ll swallow it all, sucking that beautiful cock raw. I’m her cock sucking whore, we both know the score. Warm and hot stream squirting the back of my throat, Escort Boğaziçi dripping down my chin has Sally flops out of my mouth. Sticking out my tongue licking the the tip, savoring one last sip. I love the warm salty taste, hungrily swallowing leaving nothing to waste.

Crawling back to my seat we smiled at each other at another wonderful adventure we had shared together. But tonight she was not done with me yet she had something evil in store for me. We exited the Lakeshore Tavern as people stared that knowing stare.

Back at our apartment after a long passionate kiss, “Strip,” the order came. Complying as I always do for Sally I stripped out of my cloths my 5’2″ 103lbs. frame, with blue eyes, small cute feet, a heart shaped ass, long red hair with nicely trimmed pubes to match naked and vulnerable before her.

“Get on all fours baby,” Sally commanded, “Baby stay on the floor baby you are not allowed on the furniture or to speak,” Sally said this while petting my long red hair which felt so good.

Sally sat on the couch and turned on the TV and I curled up at her feet. Why I was turned on by this I’m not sure but I was. Boğaziçi Escort Bayan That first night is a blur now but weeks passed I went to work, we went out, life was the same except when we were home.

She was slowly training me for what I wasn’t sure just yet. Sally bought me a pink collar I was to wear at home I would great her at the door licking her gorgeous feet from my place naked on all fours. She would give me cookies when I was good and spank my behind when I was bad.

The first night she brought a friend home I felt embarrassed at first but did not break from my training. Sally’s friend petted me calling me a good girl to which I responded appreciatively. Again this went on for weeks and I looked forward to the visits.

Sally had a dinner party the other night six of her girlfriends eating and chatting. Me naked wearing my pink collar on all fours under the table eating scraps they would feed me. Why I went along, why it turned me on, I don’t know but secretly I enjoyed the attention.

That night with her friends the purpose of my training became clear as they took turns fucking me there from my home naked on the floor on all fours, a cock pounding my pussy from behind one fucking my face while the others watched and waited their turn.

A couple of them fucked my tight little ass, I lost count of the orgasms or how many cocks I sucked but I love when Sally’s friends visit.

“Baby your such a good girl,” I live for those words.

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Eric has just qualified to be a candidate to test the organization’s prototype. A female staff member of More Orgasms for Us explained the next step for him:

“The product we have developed links two parts of the brain to exchange their functions,” she said. “The Auditory cortex controls hearing, and the Medulla oblongata controls the lungs, basically instructing the body to breathe.”

“Is this going to require me to have some sort of surgery?” he asked.

“Oh, no; there are devices that fit easily into each ear canal.”

“So, what, exactly, do they do?”

“There are two earpieces; one that controls breathing in and the other controls exhaling.”

“You mean, I’ll be breathing through my ears? You can’t be serious?” he asked.

“You’ll be given Valium to relax you enough that you won’t think about breathing through your nose or mouth. As your body requires it, oxygen will be taken into your lungs via one earpiece and exhaled through the other. You’ll even be able to hold your breath, as you normally would.”

“I don’t quite understand why you have this product.”

“Sometime during your life, you must have heard a woman complain that when cunnilingus was interrupted, she wished a man could breathe through his ears?”

“So, you mean by wearing these gizmos in my ears, I’ll be able to lick a woman for a longer period of time?”

“Oh, very much so,” she said with a wide smile. “We have three more tests for you, but each will involve wearing the devices while you administer cunnilingus to staff members.”

“Actually, I find this not only interesting but a little stimulating,” he admitted.

“Good! Then we’ll take you to your first test chamber.”

The test chamber was just a room with a bed, a desk with a chair and a sink.

The woman closed the door and disrobed. She had average breasts, perhaps “B” cup, and a flat stomach. She had nice thighs and firm buttocks. Eric was pleased to see a blond patch of pubic hair when she stood in front of him.

“I’m Emma,” she said, smiling at him. “This first test will be relatively easy. You will Demirlibahçe Escort wear the devices, but I will put a clamp over your nose. As you get more involved between my legs, we will see how the devices work.” She gave him a Valium and a small cup of water, and he swallowed the pill.

She put a plastic clamp over the end of his nose, then put his hands behind his back. She put handcuffs on him and then set on the edge of the bed. Eric shuffled on his knees between her legs. She took two ear plugs from a nearby table and inserted them in his ears. Then she pulled his head between her legs. She held him firmly against her while he did what was expected of him. To his surprise, he did not feel the urge to breathe through his mouth, and yet he was comfortable. He continued his duty until Emma was satisfied with the performance of the devices. He could not tell, but he hoped that she was satisfied with his performance as well.

She unlocked the handcuffs and told Eric to just tilt his head one way and then the other. When he did, the ear plugs fell out into her hand.

“That went well,” she said. “The next test will be without the nose clamp. We need to see how well the devices will work under normal sexual activity.”

She led him to another room, similarly furnished. The female participant was younger than Emma, a slim brunette. She was standing naked by the edge of the bed.

“I’m Diedre,” she said, although not as warmly as the greeting he got from Emma.

Emma handed the earpieces to Diedre, and then she left the room.

“Please lie down on the bed, with your head here at the corner,” she indicated.

Eric felt a little more at ease since she had at least used the word “please.” Once he was on his back on the bed, Diedre pushed the earpieces into his ears and then, still standing, turned and straddled the corner of the bed. She eased herself down until her buttocks spread open and pressed his nose deep inside.

The warm flesh surrounded his nose as Eric instinctively began licking. Diedre applied her weight accordingly, Demirlibahçe Escort Bayan controlling the pressure and depth of his tongue. Once again, Eric was amazed that he felt no need to breathe as this woman used his tongue. When her juices practically poured into his mouth, Eric sucked eagerly.

“That was very good,” Diedre said. “Now, just let me have your tongue, as far as you can extend it so we can see how the devices work.”

She pressed her weight fully down on his face, consuming his tongue and smothering his nose in her ass. Eric felt no need to panic. He was enjoying a woman sitting on his face and tasting her very core. His breathing seemed normal.

When Diedre was satisfied, she stood up and instructed Eric to shake his head as before, and she collected the earpieces. Eric found it curious that so far, neither of he women had offered to let him wash his wet face.

Diedre led him to the next room, and he was surprised to see the redhead from earlier there, waiting for him. She was naked except for her black bra, and Eric marveled at how perfect her body was. Diedre gave the ear plugs to the redhead, then she left and closed the door behind her.

The redhead smiled but did not slap him as Eric thought she might.

“I’m Mia. As you might have guessed, I like rough sex, and that’s why I am the final staff member to test the devises with you.”

Eric was pretty sure what would happen next. He went to the bed and lay down on it, positioned just as had done in the previous room.

“Very impressive,” Mia said with another smile. “I happen to like your submissive attitude, and once this is over, I’ll let you fuck my brains out if you don’t let any of the staff know.”

She pushed the earplugs into his ears, straddled the end of the bed facing Eric’s feet, and lowered herself down. He extended his tongue, and she raked her pussy across it, slowly at first and then faster. He felt her sweet juices dripping into his mouth and his cock stiffened in his pants. How badly he wanted to fuck this girl!

She Escort Demirlibahçe used his tongue and mouth, raping his face until she reached her peak.

“That was just to make sure I would be satisfied before we finish,” she said.

Then she turned around, reached back and spread her buttocks with her hands. She lowered herself until his mouth touched her asshole, then she let her buttocks grip his face as she settled her full weight onto his face.

Eric stabbed her tight asshole with his tongue. Mia gripped his head and yanked his nose into her wet pussy. “You seem to know what to do; I like that,” she said.

Unfortunately for Eric, when Mia grabbed his head, the ear plug that inhaled for him fell out. He moaned into her ass, hoping to draw her attention to what had happened. But Mia didn’t know and possibly as the ultimate part of the test, she pulled Eric’s nose deep inside her pussy. Her juices filled his nostrils, which, had the device stayed in place, would not matter.

Her weight on his face cut off any chance of telling her his predicament. Without any intake, Eric soon was oblivious of Mia wiggling on his face and he passed out.

Later, as he came to, Eric found himself in the same room, on the same bed. Mia and Diedre were leaning over him. Diedre had a worried look on her face.

“Thank goodness that Mia realized you had passed out,” she said.

“Yes, when I felt you go limp, I realized that something was wrong. I’m sorry I didn’t know that you had lost one of the devices.”

Eric sat up on the bed. “I was enjoying what was going on until that happened, so I didn’t realize I was in trouble until it was almost too late.”

“Well, since you’re feeling better, just rest easy and when you’ve fully recovered, Mia will bring you to the main office and you’ll be paid. Thank you so much for all you’ve endured.”

When Diedre left, Mia shut the door and sat down by Eric on the bed. “What’s your name?” she asked.

“Eric.”

She reached down and wrapped her fingers delicately around his cock. She leaned in and kissed him and he took her in his arms, kissing her back.

Mia pulled away and lay down on the bed, spreading her legs, knees in the air.

“Okay, Eric, a promise is a promise. Come and get it and remember; I like it hard.”

Eric had such a good time with Mia that he walked out of the office, exhausted and forgot to collect his monetary reward.

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Yes, I am an older woman who enjoys younger men. Who pursues and seduces them. You probably would call me a cougar — I confess I have gotten used to that idea.

I’m in my very late forties. And I crave young men — ones who are young enough to be my son, barely men but fresh and keen to learn. They are eager to please me and to be pleasured. They are willing to be taught how. And well-behaved – I don’t keep them otherwise. Their young dicks get so hard for me. They throb perfectly and shoot so many loads of sticky baby-making stuff. Once I’ve taught them some stamina, they can give me as many as three big loads in one play time.

As the older woman, its exciting to see my boys learn and gain in confidence. It makes them better lovers, quick to give me what I want. Like screwing me hard when I need that. Or licking my bottom when that’s my desire. Soon they become more like grown men, ready to pleasure their girlfriends and – one day — their wives.

I teach them so many things. Then I let them go. And find another.

Matthew is different. Because of his wonderful, muscled body. And his lovely, thick manhood. He was so eager to please that he brought out a different side of me. Or maybe I should say he brought out more of the real me. I felt like I had licence to indulge my fantasies and to explore things I’d never been game for. One of those things was to have real control over my young lover, to take advantage of his willingness to make me happy. I thought of him as submissive — ready and willing for anything I asked him. I got curious and did some research and I hoped it was true.

The thing is, his submissive side made me feel more confident myself — especially about exploring more dirty and kinky pleasures. Since he was so obedient and malleable, I didn’t feel like I need worry about him judging me. When I am in control, I know he is content to let me explore new things. I still feel like that is most of the time.

I wasn’t expecting him to get the confidence to want to take charge of our play. To take his pleasure from me anytime he desires. I actually love that. I really get turned-on by letting Matthew have what he wants, experiencing his fantasies for real — with me. But it can be confusing, as well, to know I am submissive to him at times.

He likes to spank me and pull my hair while screwing me. I agree its wrong — and probably dangerous – for a woman to let a man do those things. But its so naughty and wicked that it really appeals to that other side of me. The truth is that I love it. Yes, it hurts. His spanking stings my bottom. And its so exciting to feel all of that, to experience his passion and his physical power over me. I know his cock gets harder. Definitely, I orgasm harder.

What makes me confused is how I feel when he wants to take charge. I don’t know if there is a line I need to avoid crossing. I cannot refuse when Matthew wants me to do kinky and debauched things. Masturbating for him — giving him that special experience – was amazing. It was even better for me than it was for him. And, its true, I have allowed other young men watch me pleasure myself. But how much control do I want him to have? Do I, as the older woman, want to be so submissive to a boy of his age? If he is leaving me soon, maybe its best if Matt focuses on his fantasies about small Asian women?

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That Sunday morning, I was so happy to have Matt in my bed. It was the morning after the night before — he had screwed me hard and slapped my bum. He’d decided to pull my hair and hurt me while he fucked me from behind. Then he came massively and gave me a wonderful, big load of his sticky stuff.

I woke up wanting the most special morning. So I gave Matthew a special treat by masturbating as he watched. I fucked myself with a vibrator and then let Matt fuck me with it, as well. I took his load in my mouth and enjoyed every single drop. Then we had some wonderful sensual sex. As I so often do with Matt, I encouraged him to screw my bum and that, too, was erotic and intense.

Later, we shared a shower. I was very happy. And still very impressed by his big muscles. It felt natural to wash him under the water. I wasn’t thinking about being submissive. It was as much about my enjoyment as his. But I was content to let him know how much I admire his body and appreciate all his hard work.

Of course, I could not help myself giving a special, gentle clean to his young penis and his lovely, shaven pouch. He was thick in my hand and his balls hung so nicely. I indulged myself and washed him much more than was necessary. And I was not surprised, or disappointed, when his penis started to grow until he was half hard.

Then something got into my head. I can’t explain it or even really describe it. I know I was not feeling submissive. What I wanted was a special treat for me. Something nasty and forbidden.

“Don’t get hard, sweetie,” I told him with a grin. “You have to pee first.”

From the look on his face, he already felt Akdere Escort Bayan the urge to empty himself. And my wicked thoughts got stronger and I could not stop myself.

“Pee for me, sweetie.”

I sank to my knees in front of him. Its what I wanted to do. Right then, I saw nothing wrong with it. The shower was cascading over me, warm and clean and his beautiful dick was right there. I was excited to be so close to it. I only needed one hand to cup his balls and use my fingertips to cradle his shaft at the base. My Matthew needed to pee and I wanted to experience that in a very intimate way — like before, I wanted his hot pee on my skin in a totally wicked and taboo act. There was no thought of stopping myself.

The falling water was loud. I felt even smaller than usual. But I had to speak up, to say out loud what I wanted. It was wild and exciting at the same time.

“Pee for me. sweetie,” I said to him. “Let it all out.”

I was aiming him — he must have known that. And I felt the tiny movements as his body prepared to unleash his hot stream on me. There was only a split second for me to lower my eyes and see the start of his powerful stream shooting out from the tiny hole. I was thrilled to see what his lovely penis could do. His gushing stream landed at the top of my cleavage — where I’d wanted it. Such power and heat, his stream strong and warm even under the shower. It was amazing to see and to feel. And Matthew makes me feel safe even when I feel wicked and dirty.

In a moment, I was shifting my aim — testing the wonders of his amazing cock. His pee went higher, spraying on my chest. And then I was directing him to my neck. The warmth of it was incredible and I tilted my head back to feel him all over my soft neck. I am sure his stream looked so intense against my pale skin.

I looked back down, seeing his long and strong flow bursting from his wonderful shaft. It was so easy, so natural, to lift it higher and let him cover my chin. I knew what I was doing but I felt like I was not in control of my hand.

He had a more pungent, strong smell that morning. I think its natural for a man’s morning urine, especially if he was drinking the night before. I wouldn’t say it was unpleasant. Not when I let his stream graze across my lips. I knew Matt was staring at me. But this was not a show for him. It was all about me and my own dirty curiosity. I had to know.

I let my lips open. Yes, I really had to know. Like I wanted, I got a small tase of his pee — strong, like ammonia.

That was not enough. My mouth opened wider. I was still aiming him carefully. Now his stream was landing directly onto my tongue. He still had power, from the same hole as his virile semen but so very different. The scent was strong but the taste was not bad — maybe a little salty, but thrilling since it was my young man’s piss that I was sampling. I know most of it ran out of my mouth but I just had to try — I swallowed a tiny sip of his forbidden fluid.

Maybe I would not have cared if it was awful. It was so empowering and incredible to do that with a man. And, like I say, it was precious stuff because it comes from his dick. I was surprised that it did not taste at all bad, apart from the aroma. And I was more shocked that I had done it so easily. I had drunk pee that had been shot into my mouth by my young man.

A little frightened, I lowered my aim, just as his stream reduced to a trickle. It was fun to take the last of it on my big boobs. It was only then that I realised how hard I was panting. How excited I was. Kneeling in the shower and letting a boy urinate on me and letting him see me sample and drink it.

“Good boy,” I smiled up at Matt.

I felt a tiny bit of shame and embarrassment. I guess I knew it was vile and nasty. But I felt invigorated. And quite proud. I’d been a little frightened but know I knew it was exciting. So fabulous to discover the experience. I loved playing with his dick like that and it was a buzz to overcome my inhibitions.

“I love being wicked,” I confessed to him. “I know you like it, too.”

Does it sound terrible that I was turned-on by receiving his pee like that? Maybe I can explain it by reminding myself I’m in my sexual peak — still. I have the strongest urges, seemingly all the time. Things I never thought of even when I had my loving husband — as he was back then – to play with and tempt. But he left and my new sexual lifestyle allows me to have these desires and to act on them. I can try new lovers and be dirty and slutty.

In that mood, I wanted to dry him off. It would have been enough just to worship his amazing body. There was no harm in reminding Matthew how much I appreciate his physique. But my vag was tingling after what I’d just done. And from drying his muscles and his six-pack. And from seeing that his prick was fully erect. I was drying it and fondling it, knowing he was throbbing. I looked up and saw the lust on his face.

I did not hesitate. I wrapped Escort Akdere my lips around that young, throbbing shaft. I sank deep, letting my lips stretch around his bulk. The sound of his moan was loud in my ears. Having just washed and dried him, it was fun to take him in my wet mouth. And to cup his shaven balls, fondling them softly as I used my lips and my tongue to make his shaft grow even harder.

It was no surprise I was horny again and ready to be screwed by my lovely young man. That’s what I was thinking — how much I needed his dick inside my vag and how good he’d make me feel. And he’d taken me once before in the bathroom, you remember. I didn’t need to say anything. I just climbed to my feet and leaned forward over the hand basin. Nature — and Matthew’s lust — did the rest.

Matthew was in the mood, too. And I know he loves the view from behind, my shapely legs and my firm, shapely bottom. His strong hands to spread my flesh as he aimed at my entrance. The feeling of his physical power and his lust made my vag gush in anticipation. And I gasped with joy as his young cock began to penetrate me.

The basin was cold against the warm flush of my skin. He quickly worked his full length inside me, hearing me groan with pleasure. It was just moments before he was fucking me with powerful thrusts that filled me and made my big boobs bounce underneath me. The sounds of my lust were so loud against the hard porcelain.

“You like fucking in here”, he observed between his own panting.

I heard the note of confidence in his voice. The sound of a grown man. And I felt the way his powerful muscles were controlling me as I was bent over the hand basin. It was so amazing. And it sent me off to my first orgasm.

“Fuck me anywhere, Matt,” I rasped.

He started to bang harder, making my head bump against the hard basin. And his balls were slapping against my vag lips. That made me cum again. It was strange to hear my sounds so loud. But all I wanted was for him to keep screwing me over the basin.

“I want that cock…” I groaned. “My good boy…”

It was so primal. And after his pee it was reassuring to be screwed like that.

“Fuck me… oh, Matt…”

His physical strength, his power, was amazing and turning me on so much.

“Fuck me… shoot, Matt… give it to me…”

Yes, I love his semen. I love everything that comes out of his penis. And its so raw and satisfying when a young man shoots his load for me.

“Make me dirty…” I urged him, knowing I’d shower again with his stuff leaking from me.

And, suddenly, Matthew was shooting a big, sticky load. Except he was not in my vag. At the last second, he’d pulled out of me. I wanted to stop him, to beg him to fuck me hard while he was shooting inside me. But then I felt it — his big wads of stuff splashing on my back. My sweet big was stroking his cock and shooting his baby-making stuff on my back and my butt cheeks. Oh, that was so hot.

I let Matt do that sometimes, shooting on my back instead of my boobs. Its naughty and wicked. I love the sensations and the idea of being coated with his potent stuff. Its kind of a waste on my back since I can’t see back there — but its kind of kinky in a way that I really enjoy. Its intense fun to hold myself in doggy position, watching in the mirror as he makes me messy and sticky.

“Oh, Matt… I was panting heavily. “Oh, good boy….”

I was back in the shower as he dressed and left. We never really cuddle and kiss at the end. And by that point I was already deep in confused thoughts.

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Our sex play that night and morning was not just erotic — it was scorching hot. I’d gotten crazy and debauched. Matt had gone with me every step of the way. Some of what we’d done would be considered kinky and disgusting. Maybe I still think that way. Am I going too far? What kind of woman do I want to be, even as a cougar? Am I taking advantage of Matthew — or is it the other way around?

In the moment, I was eager and excited for everything. Having him pee on me, being fucked like an animal in the bathroom, the long and languid anal screwing. Even my close friends would be shocked if they knew. These are such taboos and I still can’t explain my fascination, my need to explore. But it felt natural and right. And I enjoyed everything so immensely.

Then again, from another viewpoint, was there something else going on? Especially tasting and swallowing his pee. And turning around for him to fuck me from behind. Honestly, it can be exciting to give myself to a lover like that. Even moreso when its my sweet, hunky Matthew with his powerful, manly body that I adore. Of course, I want to pleasure him, to let him experience great sex. There’s nothing wrong with giving my body to him when I am in the mood – which is often.

But I’d gone further than that. Hadn’t I? Kneeling in the shower, taking his urine into my mouth. Letting him take charge of our screwing in the bathroom. Akdere Escort Oh yes, it was intense and very satisfying. But I was showing a side that perhaps I don’t really want Matt to see. As much as I enjoy a young man having the confidence to take what he wants, I’m not sure how I feel about being deferential and submissive. Or so dirty.

Oh, when Clive took charge of our sex play it was new and exciting. And he showed me a passion that my ex-husband had lacked for so long. But Matthew? With his physical attributes its only natural that he wants to have control — and the idea is incredibly sexy, the thought of a young man so overcome with lust for me.

Can I have both? But do I risk him wanting to always have control? Aren’t I more comfortable being the one in charge? Can I still be the older, experienced and horny woman who trains her young men? Perhaps I ready to explore my own dirty thoughts but a little afraid of what might happen if I give Matthew the same chance. Is the slapping during doggy sex only the start? In which case, have I made a dreadful mistake letting him see my fascination with his pee?

Or maybe I am just thinking too much since, I know, my affair with sweet Mathew will end soon.

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Happily, I have Patrick to help me answer some of those questions. I am very excited about him, a new young man and a wonderful prospect. Oh yes, I realise how wicked I am to be so easily plotting and preying on a nice boy. He is the sweetest of all my sweet young men so far. So very different to the other boys — even the ones I had in my own younger days. Back then I was never attracted to a boy like Patrick, I guess because they were too quiet. And he is almost the opposite of Matthew – small, barely taller than me, and almost timid. Perhaps I judged Matthew too soon but I am really thinking that Patrick is naturally submissive. Which I think is the reason I want him so much – curiosity.

On the other hand, there was no mistaking his reaction to me on his previous visit. He may not have a large dick but there was no mistaking the bulge in his pants. I was already certain I would have plenty of fun with Patrick. So long as I didn’t scare him away.

Things had been going well, so far. My early ruse worked, having some project materials for him to collect from my home office. Being young and eager to please, he never really questioned me — even last time when I exposed my cleavage and encouraged him to ogle my boobs. I should have felt guilty about making him uncomfortable but I didn’t — I was far too excited to be seducing a new young man, especially one who is making me work for it. And I was thrilled to see that bulge.

I might as well be honest and tell you that, after all my angst regarding Matthew, its been a sweet relief to have a new distraction. And the chance of a new, young lover in my bed. Yes, he is very different from my Matthew in attitude and in his body. But that just reminds me of why I started chasing young men — because they are young and not fully matured. Just like the boys I let screw me when I was still a student. And I have been very excited about the idea of Patrick’s young penis. mM plan is to have him visit me regularly. So I sent him another message.

“Come visit this week? Finish work early one afternoon.”

He replied within minutes which I assumed was a very good sign. Or perhaps he was just being good-mannered. As I say, I realise that Patrick is eager to please and would likely have agreed no matter the circumstances. But, reading his message, I felt my heart race and my vag start to tingle.

What was Patrick really thinking about another visit? Not knowing for sure made it all the more thrilling. Of course, there was the risk that this time he’d react badly and flee. Perhaps he’d changed his mind and no longer lusted after a slutty older woman. Then again, I also knew that he was besotted with my C-cup breasts. All of which made my heart race and my mouth go dry.

I couldn’t help thinking about Patrick all that day. I tell myself that I am in my sexual peak and that’s the reason why I am horny so often and why I find myself having thoughts about sex all during the day. Luckily for me, I have usually managed to find a nice young man available to help turn those thoughts into reality. And this day I was thinking about Patrick and the fun I was going to have after a day of working. I confess all that thinking and lusting made me kind of crazy. So, instead of a plan to go slow, to lure him carefully, I was struggling to stay in control by the time he arrived.

I chose to wear a favourite loose a shirt and a tight pair of shorts that showed-off my legs and my bottom. Of course I had no underwear. That was only a little bit daring and fitted my mood exactly. By then I was determined that Patrick would actually touch me.

So I opened my door to Patrick feeling horny, excited and nervous. He looked sweet — and very young — with his business clothes on and his lovely, brown eyes that were almost the same height as mine. I was tingling at the sight of a nice boy on my doorstep. I suspect Patrick is so inexperienced that he didn’t really see the signs of my wicked need. But I gave him a nice smile to hide the fact that my heart was pounding and my nipples were hard.

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