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I opened my left eye, then my right. It took some time but eventually I realised I wasn’t going to remember where I was, how I got here or why I had a foul taste in my mouth. I looked around.

I was lying on a double bed. Fully clothed in my dark suit and tie. I felt hungover but had no recollection of drinking. My last memory was the hotel bar after dinner, kindle and coffee.

I sat up and studied the room. It was a female’s room. Makeup, brushes and pastel colours gave it away. A dull bedside lamp barely lit the room and I could see it was dark outside. Checked my watch; 2.46am.

Fuck, where was I? What the fuck had I done?

I sat up and patted my body through my clothes. Nowhere hurt, there were no obvious signs of anything untoward apart from the raging headache and undeserved hangover. My wallet was still in my inside pocket.

I could see a door leading off the bedroom and a light. I stood up and walked over towards it feeling slightly dizzy. I still had my shoes on. It was as if I had just flopped down on the bed. But what bed? Who’s bed?

I walked through the door and entered a small ensuite bathroom. The female theme continued. What looked like hundreds of bottles of creams, shampoos, and makeup littered all available shelf space and spilled onto the floor. The small shower cubicle was equally packed with lotions and potions.

I closed the door behind me and then unzipped myself to pee. Once done I turned to the sink. In keeping with the hangover theme I had a raging thirst.

I leaned down to drink direct from the tap then stood up to examine my face in the mirror.

Then I saw it. I knew there was a reason I worked in finance and not as a police man or private investigator. It was scrawled in dark red lipstick on the mirror. How I had not seen it immediately I don’t know. But I hadn’t.

‘Downstairs, third door on right x’ it read.

This confused me even more? I studied my face in the mirror, patted down some stray hairs then left the bathroom.

Downstairs was silent. I looked along the hall and third door on the right had a sheet of paper stuck to it. This was moving from very strange to downright bizarre.

I pulled the sheet from the door and started to read, it was typed.

Hello total stranger.

I’m sorry but I slipped something into your drink at the bar so you might not even remember me but that’s not important now. What is important is the fact I have just finished shopping online with your credit card. I hope you don’t mind. I only spent $1,000 on some vital things; shoes, handbags, makeup.

I felt my anger rising as I read. Fucking bitch had ripped me off. And I couldn’t even remember anyone in the bar, how could that be? $1,000 wasn’t a lot but still, it’s the principle. I continued to read.

So I have robbed you and now the question is what are you going to do about it?

You have two choices,

You can leave the house and forget all about tonight. Pretty quickly it will become something which never really happened, no harm done.

I am behind this door and I think you might be angry right now because I have been a very naughty girl so please think before you open the door. Also before you do, there are two rules.

My flatmate returns home at 6am from nightshift

I will not talk to you

I reached for the door handle then stopped. What was I going to do? Beat her up? Shout at her? Demand my money back? Call the police?

I was tempted to just leave the house but the door stood there taunting me. I held the note in my hand and turned the handle.

I peered inside. There was very little light inside. I could see a wooden bench. The floor was concrete. It looked like some sort of work shop. A small lamp sat on the floor. A few ropes lay around and some other items which I couldn’t make out. The ambiance and the furnishings of antalya escort the room weren’t taking my attention though. She was.

In the middle of the room there was a female. Kneeling and staring at me. She had a wooden gag in her mouth; it was tied around her head with a leather strap. She was naked. Red hair tumbled over her shoulders and reached the top of her breasts. Her chest moved as she breathed and her body shook slightly. She looked terrified. Her arms hung at her side and on one wrist a cuff was attached, the other dangled loosely unattached. I stood at the door staring at her nakedness. She was beautiful. All my anger disappeared, I wanted to rush over, put my jacket around her body, pick her up and take her away from whatever shit she had become involved in.

I walked up to her ‘Are you hurt? Are you in danger?’ I asked her but she remained still, not moving or making any noise. I remembered the rules I will not speak. I had to know though. ‘Nod your head if you wrote the note and you are not in danger’

She nodded once

It was only then the reluctant detective in me spotted the writing on her torso. It was small writing so I had to stoop down to read it. It looked like black marker pen.

You have permission to:

Do whatever you want

Punish me.

Hurt me.

Fuck me.

Any or all of the above

X

I stood up and walked around the room. The objects I had seen turned out to be a riding crop, a flat leather paddle object. A large black dildo and what looked like the silver butt plugs I had seen in some of the more adventurous porn videos I happened to find online. There were three, all silver, each with a coloured glass stopper at the end.

Was this for real? My mind was reeling, but I was rapidly getting turned on. I could feel my erection straining inside my trousers. I had no experience of bondage however this young red haired girl kneeling quietly in the room was having a strong effect on me. If I was to believe the note and her body art, she was mine, to use as I wished. Her submissive look stirred things inside me which I never even knew existed.

I decided to test the water. I walked over to her and pulled her hair back so her face was looking directly upwards.

‘You thieving bitch’ I said to her. She just looked at me as her breasts moved in time with her breathing.

I let go of her hair and her head returned to looking directly forward.

I made up my mind. I decided. Maybe in retrospect it would turn out to be a mistake, maybe not. Only time will tell but the opportunity this presented me was something I would regret if I didn’t take it.

I grabbed her hair pulling hard upwards making her stand.

She struggled onto her feet. She looked scared. Good. My heart was pounding.

I whispered in her ear. ‘You are going to pay for robbing me’ And then it hit me I had paid $1,000 for this experience.

I suddenly determined to get my moneys worth.

There was a large hook in the ceiling so I grabbed the hand with the cuff on and cuffed both hands together. The cuffs were leather with buckles and D rings, each had clips to connect them together. When her hands were tied together in front I pulled them above her head and slipped the chain over the hook. She had to stand on her tiptoes to reach the floor.

I stood back and looked at her.

She was beautiful. Sexy. Her pussy was totally shaved. I could see her ribs as she stretched. Her nipples were small and erect. She moved slightly on her tiptoes, trying to turn away but there was no where to go.

I smiled at her and touched her breasts. She automatically pulled away so I slapped her nipple.

‘You don’t pull away from me slut’ I said loudly rapidly enjoying the control I had over her. She whimpered but didn’t try to pull away again.

I grabbed both nipples in my fingers and antalya escort bayan pulled them both. Stretching her breasts. She was breathing heavily through her nose and when I let them slip through my tight fingers she whimpered. They stood erect and firm.

I pressed my hand roughly between her legs and let a finger slide into her pussy. She was soaking wet. Clearly enjoying having a total stranger in a suit having complete control over her. I pulled my finger out and wiped it on her face. Her eyes followed my finger carefully. Saliva covered the wooden bit.

‘You’re enjoying this aren’t you? You really want this don’t you?’ I said with my face pressed right up against hers and for a moment her eyes met mine and flashed happily before quickly returning to submissive non eye contact mode.

I didn’t know what to do first. I felt like a child locked in a sweet store for the night.

So I picked up the nearest riding crop and stood behind her. I started gently not knowing how hard or sore it might be but gradually increased the whips. Pretty soon I was leaving bright red marks on her ass cheeks and she was pulling back with every lash. After a few minutes I stopped and she relaxed, hanging her body weight on the hook, no longer on her tip toes, her knees bent slightly.

I walked over to her and felt her pussy again. Her thighs were now wet with her juices – clearly the riding crop was having a positive effect on my slave-for-the-night.

What now? I noticed a couple more cuffs with similar fixings on a shelf. I released her from the hook and let her down onto the cold floor. She immediately moved into the foetal position. I attached the other two cuffs to her thin ankles and then attached each wrist to the ankles. I then moved her onto her knees.

Her ass and pussy were just there. Right in front of me. Smooth and pink. Just for me. There were marks on her ass cheeks from our session with the crop and her pussy and thighs glistened. I could see her clitoris poking out.

This girl was loving it.

I took the paddle and let rip on her ass. My confidence was building and I was really starting to enjoy punishing this girl. She moaned and whimpered with each blow. I rained them down on each cheek in succession, hard and fast. Then stopped. The ideas were coming to me thick and fast and my erection was straining so hard I thought my cock would split.

I pulled the middle sized but plug and pushed the tip against her pussy. It slid in easily and she moaned again. I then pulled it out. The silver metal glistened in the low light, covered; slick and wet. I then pressed it against her ass hole and pushed slowly, applying even, firm pressure. She was wiggling and trying to pull herself away but she couldn’t. The plug stretched her sphincter then slipped inside. She whimpered again and I could see she was sweating. Her red hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks.

I stood up and admired her. The red glass on the end of the plug winked at me.

I then walked in front of her and started to undress. I carefully removed my jacket, tie and cufflinks. Placing them on a free shelf. I then unbuttoned my white shirt and removed my undershirt. She watched me carefully. I unbuckled my belt and pulled my trousers and underpants off in one movement. My cock sprang free, hard and glistening with the pre-come which had leaked out. I then folded my trousers carefully, removed my socks and looked down at her. I looked after myself and was quite proud of my six-pack and lean body. I wasn’t a body builder but there was little fat on my body, it was a look which was becoming increasingly hard to maintain being only one birthday away from 45 years. She was staring at my cock though. It was average length but thicker than most. I couldn’t tell if her eyes were filled with lust, anger, fear or laughter. I didn’t care. I removed my watch and checked escort antalya the time. 3.30am.

I kneeled over her face and took my cock in my hand. I then rubbed the tip over her cheeks and forehead, spreading the oozing pre-come over her. She just accepted it. She had no choice.

I then moved behind her and kneeled down pressing the tip of my cock against her pink sopping wet pussy. I could feel her moving slightly, trying to work my cock into her but I just held it there. She was moaning as best she could with the bit in her mouth. I then thrust into her violently. I thrust into her as hard and as deep as I could and then proceeded to fuck her as fast as possible.

She was being pushed along the rough floor. I reached over and grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her head off the floor as I fucked her. I could feel my balls getting wet from her pussy. The slapping sounds filled the small room. I could feel my orgasm starting to build so I slowed and then just stopped deep inside of her. I released her hair and undid the leather strap letting the bit fall from her mouth. She breathed out gasping and saliva pooled on the floor in front of her. I then reached around her slender body and felt for her clit with my right hand. It was tight and hard, poking out. As I flicked it with my finger I could feel my balls pressed against her. I started rubbing it slowly and moving in and out her at the same speed, slow and easy.

I didn’t want to come there and then. She was moaning and whimpering louder now. She was building up. I kept the same speed up on her clit and slowed my cock. I was so close to coming now. I could feel her getting close. Her clit had grown and the noises she was making were incredible. Just as her gasps and moans were about to reach a crescendo I pulled my cock from her and removed my hand. She almost screamed in annoyance as I pulled away from her and rolled her on to her back. Her legs were forced back and her red swollen cunt and jewelled ass were exposed. I kneeled beside her face and pressed my cock against her mouth.

‘Clean it you slut’ I ordered and she opened her mouth letting her tongue run over the glistening head. I was dripping in her pussy juice and I watched her lick it all off as I moved it around. I made her clean my balls and then moved further over pressing my ass down on her mouth. She licked my ass and then pushed her tongue in my tight hole. I nearly came when she did this. The feeling was incredible so I moved back and forced my cock into her mouth. She started taking it in then I felt resistance. I put one hand on her forehead pressing her against the floor and started to fuck her mouth. Slowly. Eventually she took it all, she was gagging and I could see panic in her eyes. I pulled out and thick saliva dripped over her face from the tip of my angry dick. I then pushed it back in as I felt myself coming. There was now nothing I could do to delay it any longer. As my orgasm hit I sprayed hot come deep into her throat then pulled out and let the rest cover her face, her hair and her mouth. When I was finished I sat back on the floor spent, legs splayed out and looked at her. She stared back at me silently with my come dripping off her face.

I sat there for five minutes then stood up and checked my watch on the shelf; 3.45am.

I kneeled down next to her smiling ‘We still have plenty of time.’ I then unbuckled her hands from her ankles. I pulled her up and fixed her back to the hook in the ceiling. She watched my every move. I then picked up the bit and reattached it.

I walked around her. I could see the plug still firmly in place and the slick wetness on her thighs. My cock flopped in front of me now semi hard. It would be a short time before I was ready again.

Just to be sure I took some rope and tied her legs to some fixings on the walls of the small room. She was totally restrained. Arms stretched above her and legs spread wide. My come was shining on her face.

I then stood at the entrance door, naked admiring my work. Not bad for a beginner, I thought to myself.

‘I will be back shortly,’ I said. Adding with a smile ‘Don’t go anywhere.’

I then left the room in search of some water, an aspirin and some time to gather my thoughts and relax before round 2.

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Erika’s Story Ch. 04

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This is the fourth segment of the Erika story, if you would like to know how we got to this point please go back and read the other chapters. Also I appreciate feedback, comments, and a 5 star rating is appreciated if you think the story warrants it.

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Three months had passed, and Mary and I were at a really great place in our relationship. Mary had been kind enough to give me a bunch of her old clothing that didn’t fit her anymore, and our frequent shopping trips resulted in Erika having a pretty strong wardrobe of her own now. Mary helped me get a makeup case of my own and her makeup lessons were making me pretty good, sometimes she would have me apply her makeup while she sat back and enjoyed having her own personal makeup artist. Mary enjoyed my legs being smooth shaved and I found it a lot easier to get ready for our girls night if I could just do my makeup and didn’t have to spend time shaving my legs as well. At this point, we would have girls night about two or three nights a week, sometimes leading to some dirty sex, sometimes we would just hang out and spend time together as a couple of girls. I would freak out and feel ashamed of myself from time to time for all of these feminine things I loved wondering what kind of man I was, but Mary was very supportive and always helped me get over my feelings assuring me that she loved my crossdressing. By this point I had let go of most of those old feelings about masculinity and sexuality and just did what felt right, and Mary and I were having the best time of my lives experiment sexually together.

Mary had sent me a text a few days ago asking if she could see Erika this weekend, It was Labor day weekend and we had three days with nothing to do and she decided that I would spend the entire weekend over at her place. Mary told me to pack Erika a suitcase full of cloths and bring my makeup and wig along. I was excited, to spend the weekend playing dress up with my girl. I wasn’t sure how much clothes to bring along for the three days, so I probably packed too much stuff. I then jumped into the shower and gave myself a full shave and put on a pair of jeans over a stretchy pink thong panty, and finished with a hoodie. My hair was getting longer, but still kind of in a weird length where I couldn’t do much with it, so I had been just pulling it back into a ponytail for the past month. I was dressed and ready to go in under 10 minutes, it can be rather nice to be a guy sometimes. I grabbed the suitcase and headed over to Mary’s apartment.

I arrived at Mary’s second floor apartment and let myself in, she had given me a key a couple months ago. Mary came out to the door to greet me as soon as she heard the door open, I hadn’t seen her since Monday and she was missing me. Kissing me on the neck and giving me a little hug Mary told me she had some plans for this weekend.

“I want you be Erika all weekend babe, day and night , I want it to be us girls for the whole weekend.” She said with a glint in her eye. “I know you have only been Erika for a night at a time, but I think it would be fun for you to see what its like to be a girl day in and day out, it is only three days what do you think?

“I think that sounds really fun, lets do it, lets have a girls only weekend!”

Mary had me go to the bedroom with her and strip off my boy clothes, and lay naked across the bed. turn she took a bottle of lotion off the nightstand and started to apply it all over my body. The lotion smelled like some kind of fruity flowery thing, Very feminine smelling.

“Lesson number one for the weekend, a girl needs to keep herself soft and smooth by applying lotion every day, and when you are dressed as Erika it should be girly smelling.

The lotion izmir escort was nice, it felt good having her hands on my body massaging away the stress of the day. Mary always gave really good back rubs, She was good at finding the knotted up muscles and spending a little extra time on the tight spots. Mary was spending a lot of time running her hands up and down my smooth hairless legs. She generously applied lotion for a while until she slapped me on the ass and told me to flip over so she could get my front. I eagerly complied and enjoyed her attention on my chest and fronts of my legs. she seemed to be avoiding my cock despite it being fully erect only a few inches from her face. When she finished, she sprayed me with a few mists of her favorite perfume leaving my skin feeling super soft and smelling unmistakably feminine.

“Well that erection simply will not do.” Mary said as she gave me a little wink. “Girls don’t have cocks and they don’t walk around with erections all the time, we will have to do something about this.”

With that she went over to the dresser and picked up a glass of ice water she had been drinking and a small box. Mary told me to bend over the bed and move my legs apart slightly, I was completely exposed to her with my ass on display. I wasn’t sure where this was going, but I was interested to see what my little pervert girlfriend had planned for me. She brought her hand to my cock and gave it a couple of strokes before bringing up the cup of ice water with the other hand, and totally submerging my penis into her beverage. I jerked a little at the cold sensation surrounding my dick, she had clearly heard of the concept of shrinkage before and my cock began to deflate and retreat. Mary held my cock in her drink for another thirty seconds completely deflating my erection before lowering the cup from my shriveled manhood and drying me off with a corner of the sheet. Mary then brought the glass to her lips and took a drink finishing off the rest of the water in the glass.

“What was that all about.” I asked her with a little annoyance in my voice.

“I have been watching a lot of tranny and crossdresser porn since Erika started her adventure and there are a few kinky little things I picked up from the movies that always get me super horny I thought we could experiment with a few… if you will let me.”

After all the weirdness I had brought into the relationship with my crossdressing how could I look her in the eyes and tell her she wasn’t allowed to experiment a little herself?

“Sure babe I seems only fair that we explore some of the things you want to try.”

“Sweet babe, just give it a shot, if you honestly don’t like something then we don’t have to do it again!”

Mary reached over to the box beside her and opened it up. Inside was a pink plastic chastity cage and a heart shaped lock. She took a semi circular piece of plastic with a couple pins sticking out of it and slid it behind my scrotum before joining it together with a second piece. I was feeling a like weird about all this but also a little aroused. Next she slid the pink sleeve over my cock until the pin slide through the hole.

“Are you ready to be my girl for the weekend Erika?” Mary said looking up at me for permission to lock the cage in place.

“Yes I’ll be your girl for the weekend, go ahead and lock up my cock.”

With that she affixed the lock to the front of the cage. the lock clicked shut and with that, it was done and I wouldn’t be getting out without Mary’s key to the cage until sometime Tuesday without using a hacksaw on something that was attached to my cock.

“Thank you so much for playing along, I think it will be really fun having escort izmir your dick under my control and watching you squirm a little. She said with a evil grin. “If you make it all the way through the weekend I will have a surprise for you, I promise.”

I had to admit it was sexy seeing Mary take charge and come up with a sexy way to spend the weekend. With that she told me to do my makeup and get dressed while she locked up my guy clothes in the trunk of her car, she assured me that I wouldn’t be needing them for the rest of the weekend. I got my makeup case and went over to her makeup table and did my very best I could, and got dressed in a pretty blue dress that came down to mid thigh and was maybe a little to formal just be lounging around the house in, but it made me feel sexy. I set my long blondish brown wig in place and styled it in the mirror. I could hear Mary typing away on the keyboard of the laptop in the living room, and called out to her for an inspection.

“I ordered us some Chinese food since it took you so long getting ready.” she said upon entering the room. ” Damn baby it was worth the wait, you look better every time I see you dressed up honey, you really have gotten better at transforming into Erika.”

“Thanks doll, I try be a sexy for you, I really am trying my best to be passable for you.” I said honestly. “I don’t want to look like some guy in a dress, it is more fun if I can pull off the illusion and really pass as a woman.”

I must have passed the inspection because Mary immediately started to undress leaving only her bra on and laid down on the bed legs spread and her pussy on full display. My cock tried to take notice of her perfectly manicured pussy with the little V of pubic hair above, but it found the cock cage to be very limiting and unyielding.

“Lesson number two of the weekend, If you want to be a girl, when your cock is locked away, you have to learn to fuck me like a woman would.”

I took her meaning, and nestled my head down between her legs and started to moisten her with my tongue. My lapping was doing the trick and in a bit a moan escaped her lips. My penis was really straining against its prison now and my cage was growing more uncomfortable with each moan. I tried to put my discomfort out of mind and continued lapping away at Mary, trying my best to get my tongue deep inside her. I felt her body tense and her thighs clamp down on my head a bit as an orgasm overtook her. After a few moments to let the waves of her orgasm fade, I went over to the nightstand drawer and got one of the dildo’s she liked using, and applied some lube to the tip. Her eyes caught mine and widened a bit encouraging me to give her a solid fucking with the veined dildo. I worked the rubber cock in and out of her slowly at first then started picking up the pace a bit. I worked my body between her spread legs and held the dildo against my pubic bone just above where my now useless cock hung limply in its cage and started fucking her with my rubber dick. In and out I pumped the dildo into her open pussy as my chastity cage swung back and forth clinking against the lock and rubbing against Mary’s ass. I could tell my cage smacking her ass was really getting her excited. Just then the doorbell rang startling both of us.

“Oh shit, its the delivery guy with the Chinese food!” I exclaimed.

“Dammit I forgot about the food, go to the door and get the food… I left a twenty on the table by the door.” Mary said annoyed that we had to stop. “And hurry your ass back in here, I want you to finish me with that dildo.”

“I can’t go to the door like this, look at me!”

“I am looking at you and you look like a girl, just go to the izmir escort bayan door and give him the twenty and say thank you.”

My heart was racing, Mary was the only person that had ever seen me like this and I was terrified the delivery guy would see right through me and know that I was just a guy in a dress! The doorbell rang again…

“Coming!” Mary called out. “Erika… trust me, this will be fine , he will have no idea that you are anything less then the cute girl you are pretending to be, I’m not going to the door naked with a rubber dick hanging out of me… now go!

I stood up and straightened out my hair and dress and decided she was right, I could do this. I started to walk out the door and Mary threw me a lip gloss from the nightstand.

“Here babe freshen up your lips, it looks like you have been sucking dick in here.” Mary said with a comforting smile.

I was terrified and excited all at the same time as I walked down the hall to the door. I did a quick touch up with the lip gloss and took a breath before opening the door.

” Sweet and sour pork and orange chicken, that’ll be $15.87.” The delivery guy said quickly.

He was looking right at me, My eyes met his… nothing, he had no idea about my secret. I handed him the Twenty and half whispered a thank you to the man.

“Thanks miss, have a good night.” He said indifferently.

I closed the door as he turned and leaned against it to hold myself upright. He either couldn’t tell me secret or simply didn’t care. My heart slowed a bit and I walked back to the bedroom leaving the food on the table as I passed. Mary had decided not to wait for me and was thrusting the dildo in and out at a good pace by the time I returned.

“He thought I was a girl!” I proclaimed.

” No shit babe, most people only see what is presented to them and don’t really look too closely at other people unless they want to fuck them, and besides have you looked in a mirror lately, you look very convincing.” She explained, sending my confident through the roof. “Now if its not to much bother, could you get over here and finish the job with that dildo so we can eat dinner and relax?”

I hurried over positioning myself back between her legs and resumed my make shift strap on fucking. Precum was leaking out of my cock and her ass was smeared with it as I finished her off to a second orgasm. I slowly removed the dildo from inside her as her body went limp.

“Thanks babe, I needed a good orgasm… I have been so horny lately.”

“Glad to help, no such luck for me however.” I said looking down to my chastity cage.

“Relax, it has only been like an hour… I promise when that cage come off I will give you some special sex, now lets go eat before the food gets too cold.”

Special sex, I liked the sound of that.. I wondered what she had in mind. Then I noticed again that my cock was going to be locked away for days unless I begged her to unlock me or she decided to show me some mercy, but then I might not get her surprise. The rest of the night was uneventful, we ate dinner then put on some comfy pajamas and snuggled in bed watching music videos on YouTube. Before falling Asleep I removed my makeup and applied some face moisturizer, as Mary told me it was bad for your skin to fall asleep in your makeup. I always felt so ugly when the makeup and wig came off and the illusion of womanhood was over, but at least my silky pajamas were still there to remind me of what I was.

Snuggling together in bed, I heard Mary drift off to sleep first, her head on my shoulder and leg loosely draped over me. For a while longer I soaked in the joy of having the freedom to openly explore my desires to dress as a woman if I wanted and reflected back on the events of the day and wondered what the rest of the weekend would bring. What was Mary’s special sex going to be if I kept the chastity cage in place the whole weekend.

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The Locker Room Showers

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The best part of going to a 24-hour gym in the middle of the night was never having to talk to anyone. Sure, they weren’t all like that. My friend Juan tried to convince me to join his gym downtown, but that place was a fucking meat-market. Even if I went there, there was no way any of those hard-bodied gym-gays were going to notice a scrawny Indian cybersecurity specialist trying desperately to put a little muscle on his chest. Despite Juan’s jokes, I was here to sweat, not cruise.

Besides, at 3 AM it was usually just me, a couple insomniacs, and the occasional business-drunk trying to sweat the booze out before going home to his wife.

Well… and Anchor-Guy.

I had no idea who he was, but he was everything you’d imagine from a gym bro: tall, broad- shouldered, arms and legs with movie-star definition, and an ass that practically fought to escape his little gym shorts.

I’d spent a lot of time staring at the back of Anchor-Guy when he did free weights. It was how I noticed the little anchor tattoo on his shoulder blade half-hidden by his tanktop.

Yeah… Anchor-Guy was also a nice reason to go to the gym in the middle of the night.

Tonight though, I was running late. It was closing on 4AM by the time I managed to get on to the cable-machine. There had been an issue at work, and it had taken forever to connect with the asshole running our sister office in California. So while I had managed to convince myself to work out tonight, I only had enough energy to half-ass it.

Forty five minutes later I was sore, sweaty, and ready to call it a night. I padded back into the lockerroom, still listening to music and peeling my clothes off. I’ll admit to being self-conscious in most lockerrooms, but this late at night? I usually didn’t even wrap a towel around my waist to head to the showers.

Now the showers here aren’t exactly communal per-se, but there were basically just dividers between the stalls. So, you aren’t standing right next someone but you can still see everyone across from you. Not there was usually anyone in here with me.

I turned the corner towards the showers and heard the high metallic whine of a faucet on full blast. Huh. That was odd. I don’t remember seeing anyone come in. Though I guess that one cranky bald guy could have come back in without me noticing.

Rather than deal with an aging insomniac, I tried to creep into the shower and take one stall near the door and–

Oh shit.

Oh holy shit.

Across the room, under the steaming waterfall of the gym shower, stood Anchor-guy, facing towards the wall. His uncovered anchor tattoo had a little banner under it with the name ‘Lone Warrior’ in a curling font. And his ass, smooth, round and a little pink from the hot water that streamed down over it was on full goddamn display.

God, I could write a fucking ode to that ass.

I stare sometimes, and right now I couldn’t take my eyes off him, just staring at the collection of water-shiny muscles across his back, the narrow perfect hips and…

An ode? That diyarbakır escort ass was worth a symphony.

As I stood there gaping, trying to figure out the proper key to my future musical work. I noticed the steady rhythm of movement in his shoulder and elbow.

Oh fuck. Is he jerking off?

Oh fuck! He is jerking off in the shower and he hasn’t noticed me.

My first thought was to run. But if he heard me dashing out, and figured out it was me… well, I could basically just end my membership and never come back. No. I’m a mature adult. I had seen guys jerk off in front of me (usually on a computer screen). I was just going to take a shower, ignore Anchor-Guy, and go home and beat my dick like it owed me money until I passed out.

I turned to put my body wash on the ledge, but it slipped right off and hit the ground. The hollow echo was thunder in my ears. I saw Anchor-Guy stiffen, and his hands suddenly became very occupied massaging water into his short sandy blonde hair. I quickly replaced it, as I heard blood rushing past my ears.

I turned on the water, it was freezing. “Fuck!” it was more of a yelp than a shout.

This time he did turn, and I got a view of smooth prominent pecs and a perfect six-pack partially hidden behind a very thick cock still standing at rock-hard attention.

He blinked.

“S-sorry, the w-water was cold,” I stammered, still getting drenched in ice. I mechanically turned around, turned up the heat, and pondered drowning myself under the showerhead.

“No problem. And—uh— sorry. I didn’t realize any one was here.”

“I get that. I’ll probably do that as soon as I get home.” OH MY GOD WHAT DID I JUST SAY?

He chuckled, “Wish I could, but it’d probably wake up my girlfriend.”

I took a few steadying breaths, I was still fresh from my workout and I think I was feeling light-headed. I turned around. Anchor-Guy was still facing me, still hard, and was just nonchalantly enjoying the heat and pressure of the locker room showers.

“Well…” I ventured, “I mean you could always ask her to give you a hand… or a mouth?”

He smiled ruefully and shook his head, “Wake her up in the middle of the night to fool around? She’d probably rip it off. Besides,” he gave his cock an absent minded pull, “when you get hard you just gotta take care of it sometimes, ya know?”

“Uh… yeah. Definitely.”

Anchor-Guy made eye contact with me, before he let his gaze drift downward, “Looks like you gotta take care of something yourself.”

I was fully hard and pointing straight at him. I swallowed and looked away, “Uh…”

“It’s alright man. I’ll take it as a compliment. I mean you’re gay right?”

Well, I can just die right here. “I…:”

“I’ve definitely seen you checking me out.”

I swallowed, my mouth gone suddenly dry. Despite my intense mortification, I was still completely hard, “Well,” my voice was small, “you do kind-of have a perfect ass.”

He flashed a shit-eating grin, escort diyarbakır “Thanks, I’m glad that leg day is paying off.” He extended a leg and flexed his thigh for a moment, I tried not to stare at how it made his loose balls swing. “So…I’m guessing you wouldn’t mind if I kept going?” Despite his oh-so-casual tone, his cheeks were red, and his left foot traced little circles over the wet tile. Some guys like an audience.

“Mind? Fuck. I’d give you a hand.” His eyes widened. Oh god, what had I done?

He paused for a long, loooong moment. He took a deep breath, and I winced, “I mean… if you want to…” his voice was barely audible over the faucets.

That… that was not what I expected. It took a solid second for my mind to process. Eventually, I nodded, and took a few hesitant steps across the shower. He stood there motionless. Well not quite, I could see his pecs rising and falling with short shallow breaths. Slowly, I reached out and put a hand on his chest. Despite the heat of the water I felt goosebumps.

“I’m not… I’m not gay ya know.”

I nodded and ran a few fingers up his cock. His eyes fluttered and he sighed. Was this really fucking happening? Wrapping my fingers around him, I began to stroke him gently. My other hand had never left his chest. His nervous heartbeat drummed against my fingers as I jerked him slowly at first, moving my wrist to let my fingers circle him. Christ he was thick.

His hips began to rock, and I felt hot precum drip down my knuckles. He kept his eyes closed. Probably imagining a girl or something. Juan had been with a few straight guys, but this was a totally new experience for me.

As I picked up pace and pressure, I leaned in and cupped his balls with my other hand. He moaned softly, and I felt my cock jump at the sound as I played with his balls. My face practically against his chest already, I leaned in further and ran a tongue over one of his nipples. He froze.

Shit. I looked up. He seemed to study me for a moment, eyes narrowed. I felt a gentle hand on the back of my head, pushing me against his chest. As my mouth fell back over his nipple and then moved with slow kisses across his pecs, he began to twine his fingers through my hair.

My lips traced the shape of his chest and the top of his abs. Fuck, he was ripped. I really should have paid more attention to his workout routine instead of just staring at him. As I continued to work on his chest, I picked up speed on his cock. He was getting close now. His hips had begun to meet each stroke and his precum was all over my chest.

The hand on my head, moved to my shoulder, he gave me a gentle squeeze before he pushed down. Oh. Well… that was unexpected.

I sank to my knees on the warm wet tile. In the midst of my jerking him off, we had stumbled mostly out of the shower stream, but the water still ran hot against my shins. I pulled away from his cock for a moment to watch it tick with his pulse. He was close. But, I wasn’t going to let him diyarbakır escort bayan go that easily.

I ran a tongue over his cock, tasting the salt of him. I shivered. I pulled away again, and left a few kisses on his hips. I listened as his breathing slowed, and then I took his cock into my mouth, and slowly took him down inch by inch. It had been a while, and I wanted to savor it. Plus, he really was fucking thick, and my jaw need a moment to relax. As I moved down, I began to work his balls again and was rewarded with another moan when I gave them a slight pull.

My nose touched his trimmed pubic hair, and remained there for a moment, trying not gag. I could feel more precum run down my throat.

“F-f-fuck,” his voice was a harsh whisper, “nobody has ever…” I pulled back and fell into a rhythm, his train of thought interrupted with a groan.

After a few gliding movements, my throat had relaxed and I was able to deep throat him with ease. With each stroke I worked my tongue over him. My free hand reached around and began to kneed his ass.

As his hips moved into me, my fingers found his hole, and I began to tease it with my finger, still slick with precum and spit. His hips bucked backwards, and he sank down onto my finger past the first two knuckles.

I had hoped to get to play with his ass a bit more, but that was apparently enough. He shouted, “OH FUCK!” and semen began to shoot down my throat.

I tried swallowing as much as I could, but my mouth filled and I felt it run down my chin. His hands held my head on his cock, and I felt it pulse and shoot, for what seemed like an eternity. I was starting to worry I might drown.

Eh. There are worse ways to go.

He wilted against me gasping, and I had a chance to breath. “That was…” his voice was breathless. I sighed contentedly, feeling lightheaded.

But, before I could really catch my breath, I felt hard fingers on my shoulders, as he practically lifted me up off the floor. Utter terror blossomed in my stomach. Oh god, he regrets it and he’s going to–

I was pulled into a very rough kiss. He just held me there for a moment, face grinding into mine. My mouth was open with shock and I felt his tongue slide against mine, still sticky with his cum.

He shifted his grip, to crush me against him with one muscular arm as he continued to kiss me. The feeling of need was intense, and I just melted into his arm. What the fuck?

Before my brain could entirely process what was happening, I felt a hand slick with cum, wrap around my cock. His strokes were fast, no-nonsense, and utterly fucking wonderful.

In less than a minute, I was shooting all over his chest and abs. If my mouth wasn’t still firmly locked on his, I probably would have screamed. As it was, I shook and moaned, until I could barely stand.

He guided my almost limp body under the shower, and held me there against him. I had no fucking clue what to say. We just stood there gasping.

Finally he let me go, and just sort of stared at me.

“We… we need to do that again sometime.” He said quietly. A ghost of a smile played on his lips. He grabbed, his towel and strode out. I just sort of sank down onto the floor, letting now-lukewarm water wash over my face.

What the actual flying fuck?

Well that was definitely… something.

OK so, maybe there were other upsides to a 24-hour gym.

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To be honest I was a bit impressed with myself for being able to take that monster cock in my tiny virgin ass. It certainly hurt, but it was coupled with an experience unlike any other. I felt like I could feel every ridge and vein as it slid back and forth out of my tight butt. I could feel my ass holding onto his teenage cock, while the oil dripped down over my soaking pussy. Then the sensation of his cum filling my bottom while I climaxed was unparalleled. The cum leaking out of my used asshole during the post orgasmic high heightened the experience even further. My son had just taken my anal cherry; things had progressed quite a bit in the past 24 hours.

I thought about this while I was in the shower for the second time that day, washing the excess oil and cum off. The water cascaded over my tanned toned body and I felt sexy and desirable for the first time in a while. My nipples hard as rocks as I massaged my pert breasts with soapy water, I stopped to pinch and roll them between my fingers. I also thought about all the things I wanted to experience with my son, and hoped he would have some fun ideas as well. I washed the oil off my swollen clit and thought about how good his tongue felt there. I couldn’t ignore how good it felt, or how horny I still was so I sat down on the bench and spread my legs further. Massaging my clit, thinking about my son’s big dick violating his mommy’s asshole. I came almost instantly.

After the shower, I went downstairs to find Jeff sleeping on the couch. Likely mentally and physically exhausted I thought while grinning to myself. I snuggled up next to him and he woke up a bit.

“Hey” He smiled while he put his arm around me.

“Hey baby, I was wondering if you had plans tonight?” I asked.

“Nope, hoping to spend time with you though.”

I blushed at his words. “Well I was hoping maybe we could relax, have some pizza and something to drink and maybe watch the hockey game?” Both of us being hockey fans, I knew that he would be agreeable to the idea.

“That couldn’t sound more perfect.”

“Ok, great, why don’t you stay put. I’ll go pick up a pizza and something good to drink. Anything specific that you want?” I slid my hand down his body and rubbed my palm along the outline of his cock.

“Mmmmm, just you.”

He was rock hard in a few moments with my hand gripping him through his shorts. “Well we’ve got to eat first, so I’ll try to be quick. But don’t jerk off while I’m gone. I want to take care of you later.” I said and gave his ear lobe a gently nibble. With denizli escort that I got up, grabbed my purse and was out the door. I had no intention of withholding my body from him, but I loved that I could tease him so.

I made one stop before I picked up the pizza and that was to the drug store. I searched the aisles and finally found a big bottle of water-based lube, which I thought would be better for my butt than the suntan oil- I also thought that maybe I could give him a nice slow relaxing hand job this evening as I was sore all over. I picked up a bottle of wine and then got the pizza and headed home.

“Hey, Glad your back, I’m starving!!” Jeff said as he greeted me with a hug and a kiss. Snaking his hands below my waist and squeezing my ass. The tone of his voice and strength of his hands would never cease to make me wet.

Jeff had already set out some plates and had the pregame on the TV when I got back. We sat down as the game started and ate and drank while enjoying the game. After the food was gone, I poured him some more wine and lay back in his arms. A few more glasses and the game had ended. I draped one of my arms between his legs and started casually circling the head of his cock through his pants with my fingers. I watched him grow and began gently massaging his shaft.

“Baby it looks like you’re getting excited. Can I help you with that?” I said.

“That sounds perfect.”

“Let me get something real quick, take your pants off for mommy and I’ll be right back.” I walked to the entry way where I left the bag with the lube and when I returned, Jeff was sitting naked on the couch with his legs spread. His massive cock was standing straight and beneath it his balls looked swollen and full of cum. I licked my lips and positioned myself on my knees in front of him.

“I bought something while I was out that I want to use on you.” I said as I opened the bottle of lube and poured some on his aching member. The liquid slowly dripped down over the head of his cock, down his shaft to his balls where I began to massage him with my free hand.

“Does that feel good baby? Do you like when mommy plays with your balls?”

“Oh yea mommy, that lube feels so good.” He groaned.

I put the lube down and gripped his shaft. It felt like the bottle and his cock were about the same diameter. Slowly I worked my right hand up his shaft, over the head, then back down again as my left hand fondled his oily balls.

“My baby’s dick is so big and hard, do denizli escort bayan you like the slippery lube?”

“Ohhh it feels so good.” He replied

“I bought it so that you could fuck mommies ass again sometime. But I’m too sore to do that again right now so I thought I could pleasure you with it.”

I continued to slowly jerk my son off, alternating hands, changing the speed and pressure of my strokes, abandoning his cock for periods of time and focusing on his big cum filled balls. As the lube began to dissipate I reached for the bottle and poured another generous amount on him. I rubbed it all around, massaging every surface of his engorged cock. Then rubbing more into his balls and using my thumb to massage his perineum. He moaned at the new sensation.

“Ohhh fuck that feels good mommy.”

“Mmmm I thought it would. You’ve made mommy feel so good that I want to repay the favor in any way that I can.” I said.

“I want to be your personal fuck toy to do whatever you want to. You can fuck my wet pussy or my tight ass with this big hard cock whenever you want. And you can fill my holes with cum whenever you want” I moaned for effect as I stroked him harder.

“Ohh fuck that sounds so good.” He moaned.

“Or you can cum all over me if you want. You can pull out and cum on my breasts, or even my face. Would you like to see mommy with cum all over her face?”

“Fuck yes, I want to do all of that.”

Still on my knees, I leaned forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth while one hand jerked up and down his shaft and the other massaged his taint. I sucked him deeper and deeper until he hit the back of my throat and I gagged slightly. My lips opened on reflex and I couldn’t keep from drooling down his shaft. I picked my head up momentarily.

“I want you to use me baby, tell me what you want to do to me.” I looked him in the eyes and pressed that head of his cock against my cheek while I continued to jerk him.

“Oh mommy, I want to do everything to you. I want you to be my personal fucktoy, I want to tie you to the bed and fuck you all night. I want to tease you and suck on your clit and eat your ass until your begging for my cock!”

“Baby that sounds perfect.” I said “Mommy would love to be tied up so you can use her.”

With that I lowered my head below his balls and began to lick his perineum, holding his balls out of the way.

“Oh fuck mommy.”

I looked up at him and moved my tongue lower onto his asshole. escort denizli

“ohhhhh fuck.” He moaned. I started with broad strokes of my tongue and I could feel his body tremble at the sensation. I stopped jerking him and held him in my hands as I rimmed my son’s ass.

I stopped briefly, grabbed the bottle of lube and poured another healthy amount along his shaft. I took the head of his cock back into my mouth and started to suck and jerk him at the same time. I lowered my hand from his balls down to his perineum, massaging the lube and letting it drip onto his asshole. I used my finger to rub the lube around his ass.

“Mommy that feels so good, please don’t stop.”

I slowly applied pressure with my index finger and it gently slid into his ass.

“Ughhhhhhh.” he moaned. I could feel his asshole tighten around my finger as I slowly went in and out to lube him up a bit more. Once he relaxed I went as deep as I could and found his prostate with the tip of my finger. The second I touched it, I felt his cock swell in my mouth.

“Ohhhhhh fuck.” I continued to massage his prostate with my finger deep in his ass, while sucking and jerking him at the same time. I could feel the wetness from my pussy soiling my panties.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum!” I felt his prostate harden and his shaft jerk as he prepared to unload in my mouth. His cock erupted in the back of my throat and he bucked off of the couch and pumped deeper into my mouth. His ass tightened around my finger as it pumped in and out. I was able to handle the first few spurts before it started pouring out the sides of my mouth. I lifted my mouth off and the rest of his cum began coating my face. The feeling of his cum all over my face made me quiver.

As his orgasm subsided, I pulled my finger from his ass and looked up at him. He was lying back panting heavily.

“The perks of my knowledge of human anatomy.” I grinned.

“That was incredible.” He smiled. “I can’t believe how good that felt. I love trying these new things with you, mom.”

“Well good, because I’ve spent too much of my life not having amazing sex with you.” I replied.

“Do you really mean you’d try anything?” He said.

“Well yea, I mean just you and me but if you want to do something- just tell me and we can try it out. Do you have something in mind?” I said in an empathetic voice, as he looked a bit nervous.

“I’d kind of like to see you play with some toys. Like sex toys I mean.” He finally said.

“Mmm that sounds like it could be lots of fun. Tell you what, why don’t you order some online and surprise me. Nothing bigger than your cock though, I don’t think I could handle that.” I said, cum still dripping off my chin.

“Sounds great.” He said with a smile.

“I’ve got to work long shifts the next two days, so maybe you can have something delivered in time for my day off?”

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I had a pretty good system going. My 18 year old sister would stay up to watch Sex And The City reruns with me (well she watched, and I smoked weed), and during the first ad breaks, would run downstairs and get changed for bed. During the next ads, I would go to the bathroom, and on my way, raid her hamper for her fresh dirty panties, usually buried under the rest of her clothes. Then, I’d wear them and masturbate into them all night and the next day, then I’d do it again, mixing her old ones back in for her new ones. By the time a wash was done, my interference was gone, and she never missed a pair. I was pretty much her size, so I wasn’t worried about stretching.

Sometimes, if I was particularly horny, I’d steal one of my mom’s tampons (my sister wore pads) and wear it up my ass for hours, even days. Then one day everything changed.

When I went for her hamper, her panties were sitting on the very top, something that never happened. I always had to rummage for them. And not any panties, but her light pastel blue thong, the only one I loved enough to break my one day rule for. Why, two weeks ago, I wore them for four days, and had to wash them with my stuff, and subtly mix them into her dryer load. If she loved them as much as I did, she would’ve noticed their absence from the wash, and sudden appearance after drying.

I took them from the top, hoping she would’ve forgotten she put them there, and immediately felt their wetness. I smelled them… not piss, but girlcum. Okay, it was a particularly hot episode, and she was a year younger than me. Of COURSE she masturbated too. That night, I came in them four times.

The next day I expected her to say something, or tell mom, but nothing. After work, I replaced her thong, and that night there was another pair on the very top of her hamper: this time a white/pink full crotch cotton bikini thing, and was not only wet with cum, but still a bit creamy, and a few light haired pubes. That night I went to bed early.

For the next few weeks, her hamper was a girlcum, wet, tasty, warm, fresh buffet, with not only her sexiest panties, but specifically the ones I loved and stole the most. I started keeping them an extra day, but she still said nothing. After about a month, I started entertaining the idea she knew, which assuaged my guilt, and it turned into three days, which meant at any given time I had one of her pairs of panties on, and two more under my pillow.

Then, Mom went away on business. Two months. I was in charge. Whatever, we were like the same age. I thought nothing of it, nor felt then need to alter my schedule. That night, as usual I found her fresh delicate, wet and warm, and bounced into it. The green, kitty cat bikini, another long favorite. I hadn’t let go of the waistband a second, when my sister threw the door open on my, naked except for HER panties, which she’d been wearing for 12 hours not five minutes ago. I froze.

She examined me. “Nice.” She said. “Now put the rest of it on.” She motioned to the hamper. I was still frozen. I couldn’t figure out her tone. Was she furious?

“The skirt, bra, nylons and blouse,” she explained patiently, as she gestured to her day outfit the thong had been sitting upon. I still, nude, had no idea what she wanted. I had been stealing her panties, and jerking off into her girlcum. Surely she despised me.

“I know you’ve been wearing those, that’s why I left you gifts. But you’re on camera, so if you don’t want mom to see this… and what you do with her tampons… then please put them on?” she sounded genuine, loving, sympathetic. So I took her blue plaid skirt, her white thigh high stockings (with an elastic top to keep them up), her lace floral pink bra, and the (nearly) transparent white blouse, v cut and frilled to show off her ample rack.

Now samsun escort I’d dressed up before, but only a few times, and only if EVERYONE was out for the day. Then, I usually chose my mom’s sleepwear, or my sister’s one piece bathing suit. I’d never worn a full outfit, or something that fit.

Once dressed she grinned, checking my out. “My boyfriend is coming over tonight.” She stated. Wait, mom left ME in charge. I opened my mouth to speak out, but anticipating this, she cut me off.

“For the next two months, I’M charge. You’ll do what I want, and let ME do what I want, or mom will see this video. Facebook will see this. Everyone will know. Now, Jimmy’s on his way. You can stay here, or you can join us in the TV room, but either way, you’re wearing that all night.” But the way she said it, wasn’t so much an order as a beautiful choir of angels asking me please. What could I do? She giggled, and kissed me on the cheek, and I spent the next four hours in her room, on her pink bedspread, in her clothes, reading her Cosmo’s and lightly touching myself as I heard from outside a lot of moaning and thumping. In my younger sister’s room, on her bed, in her clothes, reading her fashion magazines, I never felt more like Lizzie, my inner girl.

Eventually, the place quieted down, and she re-entered her room. “You should’ve come out and said hi. No one likes a mopey girl.” She strutted over to me, and climbed on her bed, standing tall. She walked right up to me, sitting cowgirl style and dropped to her knees inches from chest to chest, face to face. She had on her leather punk miniskirt, and a dark pink babytee, with clearly no bra. She pushed my shoulder, and I fell backwards. She started shifting up, so she was kneeling above my face, as I lay on her bed. As her skirt approached my field of view, I could see she had no panties on at all. Her light blond bush rimmed her small lips and erect clit as she lined it up above my face, inches from my nose. I identified one smell instantly, her personal girl cum. But there was something different about it. She, lined up, lowered herself onto my mouth and, grabbing my panty clad balls, commanded “Lick!”

I did, and discovered why she smelt different from the dirty panties she’d been leaving me all this time. As I started to eat her out, a much thicker liquid oozed out, with a brand new, but delicious taste. Unlike her girlcum, though, it soon ran out. She giggled, and dismounted my wet face, reaching for her remote. Turning on her TV, she played a recorded movie. It was me, dolled up, tongue out, as her pussy dripped man cum into my eager mouth. I had just eaten her boyfriend’s fresh cum. Before this could process fully, she interrupted.

“Jimmy wants to meet my cousin, visiting from BC. Please, come?” She spoke it like a question, but we both knew it wasn’t. I didn’t realize then, but at that moment, she knew she owned me. She quickly braided my jaw length dirty blonde hair into pigtails, then she grabbed a pair of her purple white striped cotton panties, applied a pad from her dresser, and dance slid into them, sliding her hands under her skirt.

“Wait, what should we call you?” she asked me, smiling in a supportive, evil way, perhaps to herself, but she was a little taken back (pleasantly) that I instantly had an answer.

“Elizabeth Jessica…Lizzie.” I said, demurely, twisting my leg, clasping my hands behind my sashaying skirt hem. My sister laughed, and smiled. “It’s beautiful, Lizzie. Oh!” she bolted off to her en suite, returning with a box of tissue. “We need to fill you out.” She said, sticking out her 36c chest at me to emphasize.

As she began stuffing and forming my new tits, I asked if Jimmy’d notice the lack of makeup, or Adam’s apple. escort samsun She shook her head. “He’s drunk, and not the brightest on his best day. Think of this as your first test, to see if you can pass in public as Lizzie.” I don’t know if she meant to, but I distinctly heard the word ‘first’. There would be more? She finished forming me, and from a clothed view, I had fantastic tits.

“Just one more thing. It’s probably nothing, just think of it as extra protection.”

“Protection from what?” I asked, as she reached her hands up under her skirt again. They came into view holding her maxi pad, now stained with blood. It was her period.

“This is so, no matter what, Jimmy won’t try to fuck you.” She said, gesturing me to lower my (my?) panties. I got them around my stocking clad knees, and she stuck her fresh, wet, dirty pad onto mine, and pulled them up snugly, making sure to tuck back my cock and balls, hidden away. She stepped back, looked me up and down, then rushed forwards, embracing me and kissing me on the lips. “Oh, Lizzie, I’m so glad you were able to finally visit, I’ve missed you so much. Come!” she held out her hand, and stepped towards the door. “There’s someone I want you to meet!” she beamed. I held her hand, and we entered the living room, where she had left Jimmy watching TV.

“Jimmy,” she cooed “This is my cousin Lizzie, from The Island. She and I used to be VERY close.” She gently pushed me forwards, into the light. Jimmy stood up, waving slightly. He was drunk. And tall. He was like a university quarterback. He slowly up-and-downed me, as I stood, twisting one foot on my toes. He finally returned to my eyes (well tits, but that’s the furthest up he ever looked), and smiled, seductively.

“I can see the resemblance.” He said, deeply. My sister, who I hadn’t noticed left, returned with two red wines and a beer. Wine for the girls. I didn’t know what to do, or what would happen now, so I drank most of the glass. My sister suggested we all sit down, leading me to the couch next to Jimmy, then she sat in the recliner next to the couch. We all silently watched the TV.

Jimmy had been watching porn. Nothing remarkable, just two young hotties polishing one stud’s large member. Maybe the wine had affected me, but I caught myself watching Jimmy more than the lesbian love scene. I felt my eyes scan down to his lap, where I had hoped to see his erection tenting his jeans, but I saw nothing. Except… there was a long bulge. I stared at it, trying to make out a shape, when he looked at me.

In fact, he had been watching me ogle him for fifteen seconds now, I had only just noticed. I blushed, and turned to my sister, who looked positively glowing. My sister stood up, and walked behind the couch, placing a hand on each of our shoulders.

“In fact, when we were little, Lizzie and I used to practice kissing and dildos. She was even learning to use her backside.” My sister breathed lustily, to each of us, licking her lips at him, then winking and smiling ecstatically at me. She then pulled my head close, and kissed me. For real this time. With electricity, and saliva, our tongues wresting, as she placed my hand on her clothed breast, her nipple standing firmly against my palm. She then broke, giggled, and walked back to her chair.

I had suspected for a while now, but now confirmed that I was unable to speak. Actually, physically unable. Nor could I leave the couch, but I was not paralyzed, because I could still twist my hair between my fingers, while smiling as seductively and sexily at Jimmy as I thought I knew. The wine.

My sister had me drink a compound which made me desire to follow her suggestions, and unable to outright refuse them. True, this was a wild dream of mine, but I samsun escort bayan never expected it to happen. I was turned on, and scared, and I wanted to shout pause and have my sister hold me, but when I tried this is what came out: “I am on my period.”, but I said it so seductively I surprised myself. Instantly, as if expecting this, my sister instantly added “So it can only be anal and you can’t come in her. I might leak into her fertile womb.”

I was shocked. Jimmy had grabbed the bulge in its jeans, and it began to rise. I wanted to run away and lock myself in the bathroom, but instead I watched my hand reach out to slide down his waistband. I clasped his warm cock, pulsing growing, as he undid and lowered his pants. He was wearing nothing underneath, and his thick snake lay, always rising, enlarging, and stiffening. He let go of himself, and my other hand joined the first, as I instinctually lowered my opened mouth onto his head. Gently licking it, working with both hand, growing in my mouth, I finally achieved full erection at 7.5 inches long and just thick enough my fingers didn’t meet my thumbs. Hell, my erect cock was smaller than his deflated once, and my deflated cock was smaller than his middle finger. Which, as I began my first real blowjob, began to probe my panties. First he tried where I should’ve had a pussy, but finding a pad, it soon worked its way to my virgin rosebud, pressing my sister’s panties into my boypussy. I started pressing into him, and I generously lubed his massive shaft.

Okay, I was a virgin, and had never sucked a cock before, but just as I used to raid my sister’s panties, I also used to raid my mom’s toy chest. Jimmy was bigger than the largest thing I’ve ridden hard, but smaller than the largest one I could still balls deep deep throat. I could easily swallow Jimmy whole (which I’m sure only verified me as a real girl), and make it as wet as the toys I suck before fucking myself.

As soon as I began pushing into his finger, he pulled out of my wanting mouth, and stood up, turning me around on all fours on the couch, facing my sister. She sat watching us both, smiling, her skirt around her waist, drilling herself with a clear purple vibrator, much larger than my mom’s biggest. I had never considered my sister had toys, and certainly not larger than my mom’s. Jimmy didn’t even pull off the green panties, her just moved the fabric covering my bum. Then he pushed his lubed up giant into my virgin sissycunt. I inhaled in ecstasy and began pushing back onto him, letting him into Lizzie’s special place. My sister air kissed me and watched, as not only I got fucked, but gave myself willingly to cock. After arduous constant pounding, Jimmy suddenly stopped, pushed my ass off of his shaft, and grabbed my shoulders, spinning me around to greet his ass slick cock in my face. Opening my mouth, he stuck himself in me, letting me clean him. Satisfied, he pulled out, and began cumming on my face. All over my face. He was full, nearly a cup of jizz glazed my cheeks, dripped from my chin, glued my eyes closed, and pasted my hair. I licked up all I could wipe into my greedy mouth. While I was enjoying eating all my face treasure, he dressed, and left. My sister had seen him out, and was also dressed again. I was still licking my fingers.

“You did so well today Lizzie, I want to reward you. You can sleep with me tonight.” She said, as she walked into our mom’s room, climbing into the king size bed. She disrobed, coiled up on the bedspread, and pulled open one of the bed drawers… mom’s toy chest. Her brightly coloured silicon filled secret wet me again, and I followed her, dressed and full and aching for more. As I climbed into bed, she undressed me, as there was a white lace sexy nightie for me on the pillow. Once the blouse was off, I, in just lingerie, grabbed both her tits, and kissed her deeply. She pulled of her own shirt, and pushed her braless bunnies into my hands. “Oh Lizzie, we’re going to be the best of girl friends! Tomorrow we’re going clubbing.” That night, we toyed and explored all night long, falling asleep in each other’s embrace, sticky and drained.

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I looked and the text and smiled. It was not the first, nor (I hoped), the last time I would receive nothing more than a place and time from you. Just reading the text made me shiver in anticipation. Tuesday, it read, 1800 hours, same place. Wear it. I shook my head in silent astonishment that this man has such power over me sexually. You have proven to me over and over that your words and touch can turn me into a melting mess of sheer ecstasy. Peeking quickly at my schedule, I figured that I could shuffle some things around and arrange the meet Tuesday. With a big smile on my face I went back to work.

Finally, Tuesday arrived. The day I have been anxiously awaiting for almost a week. I have dutifully followed your instructions and not touched myself in any way for the last four days, despite being tormented by your continued steamy texts. My insides feel like Jell-o, anticipating that this pulsing need deep inside me is going to be thoroughly and completely satisfied today. The day drags on until finally it is time to leave for the hotel. It is a nameless anonymous chain, halfway between our residences, one we have not used before. I arrive early, about three o’clock, and settle into the comfortable room. My eyes glance wistfully at the large king size bed in the middle of the room. Soon enough, I laugh to myself, soon enough! Carefully laying out the items that you love, I strip out of my jeans and shirt and lounge in the chair, flipping through channels until I find the sports channel. Such a sports addict, I laugh to myself, as I watch the replays of last night’s games and highlights clad only in my favourite blue lacy bra and matching thong.

At about five, I get up and began to fill the bath with steaming hot water, adding a few drops of my favourite bubble bath in the tub. Stripping down, I sink into the tub, sighing as the hot water touches my skin. I lift a leg and run my hand down the smooth silky length, as I have made sure to shave and be completely bare for my lover. I long to slide my fingers further up and bring myself the relief I have been dying to experience for days, but you love me in this state: hot, needy and ready to explode.

Dried off, hair brushed out and shining down my back, I slip the black corset around my body and begin fastening the little hooks across my tits and tummy before reaching down to slide the lacy black thong up my legs. Turning in the mirror I smile and anxiously peer at the clock (again). A quiet knock sounds at the door with five minutes remaining in my wait. Peering through the peephole, I excitedly turn the locks and you stroll into the room. I sigh aloud at your gorgeous profile as you walk past me, affording me a look at your tall muscular body. I feel a quivering, hot flush deep in my pussy as you turn to me, reaching behind me to shut the door. Pinned between your arm and the door, I look up into your eyes and smile. You lean down to kiss me hard and I press my body against you. Laughing, you break the embrace and take a step back.

“Hi baby.” Your low, sexy voice makes my insides melt as you continue, “Tonight I have a special surprise for you.” Reaching into your pocket you pull out a red silky scarf and tell me to turn around. Moving my long red curls aside, you place the scarf over my eyes and begin tying it behind my head. As I lean back against you, I can feel your hard shaft throbbing against my thong-clad ass. I moan. You are well aware that I love when I am completely at your mercy. Taking my hand you lead me to the bed, pull the sheets back and make me lie in the middle. Sliding your hands up my arms, you pull my hands towards the bed frame and I hear a metallic click around my wrists as you handcuff me to the bed. I writhe beneath konya escort you, so ready to burst, so completely aroused by your nearness. I feel you drag your fingers down my legs with a low groan, grabbing each ankle and tying them to the posts at the end of the bed. I am now completely helpless, spread open wide, quivering and moaning for your touch.

With soft brushes of your fingers down the side of my neck, I beg for you, “Please baby, I need you. Please!!”

Leaning down to kiss my neck, I feel your hot breath on my ear as you whisper, “You will have me….soon.”

I feel you get up from the bed and can hear you walking around, snapping pictures with your camera.

“You’re so beautiful.” I hear you say as you walk towards the door. I can hear the door being unlocked.

“Baby?” I whisper, afraid you are leaving.

“Don’t worry lover, I’m not going anywhere.” Your terse response came from across the room.

The door opens and then shuts a few seconds later. Blindfolded and bound, I lay on the bed, trembling for release.

“Oh fuck yes!” A new voice came from beside the bed. Rustling of clothes and low mumbling male voices was all I could hear before I felt someone sink onto the bed next to me.

“Babe, this is a friend of mine. He’s going to fuck you.”

“No!” I cried out suddenly, “Please, no, baby…I want you. Please!!”

I fight against the tight restraints that hold me as I feel big hands, foreign to me, trace down my body. The bite of cold steel into my wrists sends a jolt of fire down my body.

“Please baby, please not this. Just let me…” I stammer as I feel your hand cover my mouth. You lean close to my ear and whisper, “Baby, relax. You know I will be right here. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise. Now enjoy, and know that soon, I will take that blindfold off.”

I relax at your closeness, even as the other hands slowly make a path up my thighs.

I feel you get up and hear you settle into the chair next to the bed. You reach over and stroke my arm, letting me know that you are right next to me. I can’t concentrate, as the hands that were on my thighs have slid up and are now brushing against my steaming pussy, wet through the lacy thong. I moan loudly, needing release.

“Wow, she’s so wet!” I hear the voice murmur. His fingers dance along my dripping slit before moving the thong aside to slide against my skin. I feel him circle a finger across my peaked clit before dipping down to slide in my soaked pussy. “Oh fuck, she’s tight!!” He moans.

Oblivious to anything but the amazing feeling of his finger inside my pussy, I thrust my hips up to take him deeper, and he groans in response. I feel his finger slide out and I groan in disappointment. His fingers hook under the lacy thong and I feel it tear against my skin as he rips it off. He reaches up and unhooks the first couple fasteners on my corset, spilling out my voluminous tits, their nipples hard and aching. Leaning down he sucks one nipple into his mouth, grating it against his teeth as I arch my back and moan in pleasure. His slow licks and teasing bites are sending shivers straight to my aching pussy. My body trembles as his hands slip down and he slides first one, then two fingers into me.

“Fuck her now.” I hear you say from the chair beside me.

I feel him come between my legs, spreading my lips wide with his fingers and moaning at the sight of my dripping pussy. The engorged head of a large cock rests against me, and for an instant, I suspect he is looking to you for permission. My pussy aches in need and I moan out loud, thrusting my hips up against this unknown man.

“Wait,” I hear you escort konya say as you get up from the chair. I feel your hands come up to my head and reach around to undo the blindfold. The second it is off I search for your eyes. You smile and kiss me gently on the lips before going back to sit in the chair beside me. I turn my head to watch as you undo your pants and pull out your raging hard cock. Your hand starts to slowly stroke and I feel him start to slowly push his cock into me. I watch as your eyes light up as I moan at the intrusion.

“Oh yes!” I cry, as I arch my back to bring him in deeper, “Fuck me!” I turn back to you, wanting to only see what this is doing to you, as he begins thrusting into me hard. His cock is thick and I can feel my pussy stretching around him as he pushes deeper and deeper. Your eyes seemed to be on fire watching me. The sensation of being roughly fucked by him and still being able to look into your eyes is too much. I haven’t cum in days and it feels so good to finally have a hard cock deep inside me.

“Mmmmm fuck yes!”I cry out, writhing against my restraints and trying to get him in me faster, deeper, and harder. “I’m going to cum baby…..please……can I cum?”

“Yes.” I hear you groan. I flick my tongue across my lips and glance down at your hard cock, watching you stroke it just for me. As I feel the sensations building up in my pussy, I finally glance up at this man, doing his best to fuck me hard, and smile. He smiles back and leans down to kiss me deeply but I pull away and turn my head back to you, knowing I am close to exploding.

“Oh god, yes, come fuck me!” I scream, as my pussy tightens against his cock and I start to cum, “Fuuuck yes…….ohhhh yes!”

I look deep in your eyes. You know I want it to be you inside me, so you could feel my pussy clench around your amazing cock and squirt my hot creamy cum around you. You lock eyes with me as my body quivers with the last explosions of my orgasm and a growl escapes your lips. I will never tire of seeing this fire in your eyes. At this moment I realize there is such a connection between us, this incredible fire that can only be quenched when we are together.

“Wow…” This new man mutters, in awe, as he keeps thrusting hard into my tight pussy. Pounding against me, I want to make him cum. I need you. I flex around him, on and off, heightening the sensation of being in my tight pussy.

“Cum for me you fucker!” I scream at him as he thrusts deep, “Cum deep inside me…..let’s see what your fucking cock can fill me with.”

I feel him tense and I turn my head to you again, wanting to see your eyes as they watch him pound his cock deep inside me and cry out loud as his hot cum shoots deep into my pussy. You stop stroking for a moment and just look at me. I smile back and moan quietly, “Baby……” I am mesmerized by the look in your eyes; a volcano waiting to erupt. At this moment I have never wanted you more.

He withdraws his cock from me and walks towards the bathroom. I can’t stop staring at you. Your face is lit up and your hard cock, glistening with precum, stands at attention just a few feet from me. I can feel his cum dripping out of my pussy. You stand and, grabbing your phone, snap a few pictures of me. I am somewhat relieved, but definitely not finished. My body is waiting for your touch.

“I want you baby.” I moan.

“A few more minutes, sexy girl……” You say with a grin.

He comes out of the bathroom dressed, strides towards the bed and leaning over, kisses me lightly on the cheek.

“Thanks darling girl!” He says with a wink and walks towards the door. You follow and lock it behind him.

“Wow konya escort bayan baby!” This was all you could say as you come towards me.

“Please, let me free…….I need you babe!” I beg you, fighting against the restraints. You lean down to kiss me deeply, your tongue thrusting into my mouth. Moaning and arching against you, I return your kisses.

Breaking away, you reach up and unlock my hands before going to my legs and undoing my ankles. Stretching out on the bed to alleviate the tightness in the muscles that have been in the same position for too long, I watch you get rid of all the rest of your clothes. I stare at you in awe of your tall, muscular body that never ceases to arouse every nerve in my body. Your cock is hard, a perfect thick shaft that feels like heaven deep inside me.

“Fuck you’re hot. Get over here and let me at that fucking cock.” I say, sliding my tongue across my lips, dying to taste you.

I move sideways on the bed, letting my head dangle over the side as you walk towards me. Opening my mouth I pull you close and slide my hot lips down your throbbing cock. Moaning I feel your cock twitch as my tongue slides around the thick shaft. You reach down to play with my tits as my head tilts back and I take your cock deeper, hitting the back of my throat. Every pinch of my nipple or little thrust of your cock into my mouth causes me to moan.

“I love sucking you.” I mumble around your cock.

I reach behind you and grab your ass, forcing your cock into my mouth, your balls hitting against my face as I pull you deeper. God, I love this feeling, having your hard cock deep inside my throat, tasting you, fondling your balls. Your hands come back up my face and you hold me still as you begin to thrust against my tongue.

“Fuck me baby, fuck my throat.” I mumble against your cock. You’re so deep you can feel my throat constricting against you, my spit dribbling down my face from the side of my lips around you.

“Oh yes….fuck baby…….” I hear you moan.

I can hear you groan as your hands grasp the sides of my face and your hips thrust faster against me. I can’t breathe and I don’t care. Your hard cock sliding in and out of my mouth is the only thing I need right now. I want more. You really begin to pound against me, your cock hard and wet. Your precum has coated my lips making them slippery and some of that sweet/salty goodness has dripped down my throat. I’m dying to feel you finally cum for me. I know you are close as I can hear you groan, feel your cock tightening in my throat. You pull out suddenly and roughly grab me to pull me down to my knees in front of you. Tangling your hands in my curls at the back of my head you thrust your cock deep in my mouth as you cry out and I can feel that amazing cock harden even more and start to pulse in my throat.

“Baby………uhhhhhh!” I hear you cry out.

Your cock spasms and explodes in my throat, your hot creamy cum coating my mouth. You pull out slightly and the rest of your shots land on my tongue.

As your cock stops twitching you pull it out of my mouth and look down at me. Obediently I open my mouth wide to show you the creamy shots spilling off my tongue and pooling at the back of my throat. A low, rumbling groan escapes your lips. You grab your phone and snap some pictures before I swallow you deep, licking my lips to taste every last drop of you. I lean towards you and slowly slide my tongue along the length of you, swirling around the head, to clean off your hard cock.

You hear me moan, “That was fantastic babe.”

“You are an amazing woman, baby!” I feel you run your hands through my hair and pull me close for a deep kiss. You take my hand, fall back on the bed and I snuggle into your arms beside you, lightly running my hands across your chest. My body trembles beside you as your arms encircle me and reach down to grab my ass and pull me against you. To finally be wrapped in your arms, naked and blissfully satisfied, is pure heaven. This is a night I will never forget.

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I pulled into John and Teresa’s driveway thinking about all the times I visited them over the last three years. John was my associate at work who seem to have it all, beautiful home, beautiful wife and daughter. While I am the other hand divorced and without a family of my own. I rang the doorbell and waited a couple of minutes and rang it again when no one answered. After a couple of tries I went to the side of the house. Looked over the gate. As I suspected they were in the backyard enjoying the late afternoon sun.

“Hey John. It’s me Dave.”

“Come on in,” he called.

As I walked around the side of the house I could see Teresa and Kami swimming in the lap pool. I sat down next to John and he poured me an iced tea.

“Hey buddy what brings you by?”

Just as I was about to answer Teresa steps out of the pool as she walks over to the table and grabs a towel to dry herself off. I couldn’t help but admire her lean swimmers body. Refocusing quickly I say “I’ve got these tickets to the opera for tomorrow night but my date canceled and I don’t want to go alone. I thought both of you could use the tickets and have a night on the town. I also have reservations at Maxim’s for a late dinner. It’s on me if you would like to go.”

Teresa laughs. “It figures, John and I are going away for the weekend. And we would have loved to have gone and seen Madame Butterfly. I took Kami several years ago but I don’t think she really understood it. And it’s such a lovely opera and so inspiring.”

Just then Kami walked over from the pool to dry herself off. “Oh Mom I was just too young to really enjoy. But I do remember how elegant everyone looked during the intermission.”

As she was talking my eyes drifted over her magnificent 18-year-old body. She had changed from a awkward girl to one voluptuous woman.

“Well Kami, why don’t you take the tickets and take your boyfriend with you.I think you’d really kocaeli escort enjoy it now that your little older. It would give you a chance to be elegant and beautiful as well” Teresa said, “Would that be okay Dave?”

“Yep, I think you’d really enjoy it, it’s my favorite Opera.” Dave replied.

Kami blushed and said “When I told Jimmy that Mom and Dad restricted me to the house while they were gone and told me not to have any parties or any boys over he decided to go surfing with the guys for the weekend. So I don’t have anybody to go with.”

“Oh Kami that’s to bad”

Then John spoke up. “Now let’s see here, we have two tickets and two people who’d like to go but don’t have anybody to go with them. Dave why don’t you take Kami. I’m sure you’d both have a good time and some fun. Much better than just sitting at home alone.”

“That’s great idea. Dave you could explain to Kami what the opera’s really about and she would probably then enjoy it much more. Then both of you wouldn’t have to sit around brooding about being alone for the weekend.” Smiling, at Kami and Dave, Teresa looked from one to the other and then back.

“Mom, he doesn’t want to drag a kid to the opera. Even if I would enjoy it. Would you?”

“Kami, it would be my pleasure to take you. If you don’t mind going with an old guy?”

“It’s great then it’s a date. When do you want her to be ready?” Teresa giggled.

We all laughed and agreed I pick her up at 6:30.

The next day at around three o’clock the phone rang. It was Kami “Hi Dave. I was wondering what are you going to wear to the opera? Are you going to dress up? I was hoping that we could, but I wasn’t sure.”

“Okay, I’ll wear my tux. Will that work for you?”

“That will be a great! Uhm, What kind of dress goes well with a tux? I don’t want to look out of place. Would a prom dress be okay?”

“Well kocaeli escort bayan you can never look out of place in a black dress. Do you have one? If you don’t you might look in your mom’s closet I’m sure she’s got one that would look just great on you.”

“That’s great idea! Okay I see at 6:30.” She was obviously excited and looking forward to the evening.

Kami ran upstairs to her mother’s bedroom and walked into the closet. She looked at a dozen dresses when she finally came to a black cocktail dress. She pulled off her T-shirt and shorts and slipped the dress over her head. It fit perfectly. She looked at herself in the mirror and thought “Well I don’t look like a kid in this. Jimmy would be all over me if I ever wore this out with him.”

She decided to take a bubble bath in her mom’s bathroom. As she was relaxing in the water and running a stimulating luffa sponge over her body she thought about the way Dave had looked at her when she gotten out of the pool. And how she had felt when his eyes moved over her body.

That same warm tingling feeling between her thighs was suddenly back again. She slid her bare hand over her breast and touched her nipple. It immediately rose and became even more sensitive. She wondered what his touch would feel like? Her hands slid down between her thighs and over her clit which she slowly began to rub.

Within minutes her body was fully aroused. She tried to focus on Jimmy’s image as she plunged her fingers into her pussy. But her mind kept coming back to Dave’s eyes as he had explored her body. She began moaning and calling his name as she reached her orgasm. She lay back in exhaustion and began thinking of the possibilities ahead of her tonight.

After a few moments she finished bathing, shaved her long shapely legs and dried herself off. She slipped on a thin silk Shorty robe that she left untied, enjoying escort kocaeli the partial view firm breasts. She sat in front of the mirror and began applying her makeup. Her mother had taught her how to accentuate her natural beauty. She decided to go with an evening look that highlighted her high cheekbones and clear eyes. Her mother had told that less is more, then you’ll look beautiful and not cheap.

She walked back into the bedroom and over to her mother’s dresser. She searched around for a few moments finding a small black lace thong and silk thigh high stockings. She slipped them on feeling very sexy as she it. She slipped the dress over her head and zipped it up on the side. She stepped into a pair of Jimmy Choo 4 inch stiletto sandals making her legs even more shapely. As she looked at herself in the mirror she decided to remove the pin holding the neckline together. Now the plunging neckline went to below her firm ripe breasts and allowing for an even more spectacular view of them.

She put a dab of her mother’s most expensive perfume between her breasts, at her wrists, the back of her thigh and then on impulse pulled her skirt up and put some on the sides of her thong.

The doorbell rang downstairs just as she was slipping on 24 inch gold rope necklace that hung perfectly between her breasts. She went downstairs and opened the door. Smiling to herself has Dave’s eyes moved over her body making her feel more like a woman and she ever had before.

“Well I can see you like it! I guess we will be elegant.” And then in a moment of self-doubt she asked “It’s okay isn’t it?”

“Oh yeah, my God you’re incredibly beautiful!”

She blushed grabbed her bag and jacket and they went out the door to his car. As she got in she decided to let him enjoy the view. Once in the car she crossed her legs knowing that the top’s of her stockings were still showing. When he got in the car she noticed a distinct bulge in his pants and that his eyes kept moving from her thighs to her breasts and back again.

As they drove away her mind flashed back to her thoughts during the bubble bath and she smiled at the wonderful possibilities ahead. She felt that warm tingle begin again between her thighs as her nipples hardened in anticipation.

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Annie perched on the stool in the apartment’s kitchen. She frowned at the fridge and the pantry doors. What on earth would they eat tonight? She had to do the weekly shopping and plan meals but her list hadn’t survived the shortages at Meijer the past few weeks. Jake would consume whatever she put in front of him. He’d also cook whatever she asked but meal-planning was not his strength. He deferred to Annie’s food preferences but she liked grumbling about it anyway. Either way, he would be no help. She sighed, picked up her phone, and tapped the screen to scroll through recipes. No. No. No. No.

Wait…

What was that one she saw earlier? It was some kind of fancy mac’n’cheese. The applewood bacon caught her attention. She typed in a few different website URLs hoping to see the direct link pop up. She got nothing familiar.

“What was it called?” she whispered aloud, frustration growing.

Heck, she couldn’t remember. She tapped the bottom of the screen and brought up the history, something she was shocked she could find so easily. She hadn’t looked at history in forever. She started scrolling back in time.

And found Jake’s porn.

The two shared a phone plan since they moved in last year. It was a combination of combing bills and advancing their relationship. The iPhones were apparently in sync because Annie had a front-row seat to Jake’s internet viewing habits.

She gently set the phone face-down on the counter top. She couldn’t go through it, could she? It wasn’t his email or Messenger but it still felt like it was somehow an invasion of privacy. She wouldn’t care if he went through her data or saw at what she was looking at. But would he care if she flipped the roles? She didn’t know. She looked at the phone, lying there, offering insight into Jake’s … preferences.

She was both curious and afraid. What if, after two years of dating, it turned out he was a perv. Jake looking at porn didn’t bother her unless she discovered he did it 8 hours a day while at work or he had some off-the-wall interests. Indecision flared within her and she stood up and walked outside, her phone awaiting her back in the kitchen.

It was hot outside. Summer was officially here and that’d be good news except the Corona Virus kept the pools closed. Sun burned down, heating the asphalt parking lot of the apartment building. The wind barely stirred through the stand of trees behind the building.

Annie looked up, beseeching the Heavens for an answer. Nothing. She looked downward, wondering … no. She decided her decision and walked back to the kitchen.

An hour later, Annie sat back and put her phone down. She learned something today. She and Jake had a fulfilling sex life and he had never requested or asked her to do anything regarding what she found on her phone. And it was specific. He had two websites where he maintained profiles and he had saved videos, pictures, and carried on conversations. It was a fascinating look at someone she felt she knew well. She didn’t feel threatened in the least, either, which surprised her. Jake wasn’t sneaking around behind her or hooking up with other women. He was just talking about sex.

She knew him better now. But how would he react when she told him? Annie didn’t know and couldn’t decide the best way to approach this. She thought about reaching out to Larissa or Jen or her other friends. But what would they think about Jake after she talked their sex life? Annie wasn’t one to share details of their intimacies and she didn’t want Jake to be embarrassed when he was with her friends, whether he knew they discussed him or not. Ignorance was not bliss in Annie’s opinion. Not like this.

She turned to Reddit. Reddit was good 80% of the time for honest answers and maybe someone else went through the same experience she had here. Insight would be welcome.

Click, Reddit, click, make a throwaway profile so friends wouldn’t see the question, click, here we go.

She thought about the question she wanted to ask. Too many relationship questions had TL;DRs attached to them and that turned people off. How could she word this to elicit answers and comments? Cunningham’s Law wasn’t applicable here so she’d just ask.

She submitted her question five minutes later.

“I just discovered my boyfriend’s secret sex fantasy is public nudity. He doesn’t know I know. What do I do next?”

It was straight-forward, to the point, and asked for help. She felt like she was tossing a line in the water and she put her phone down to let the answers and conversations populate the thread. She hoped for a variety so she could decide what might be best.

That done, she thought about what she saw. It was a variety but there was one theme: Exposure. The venue changed but it was functionally the same.

Here was a video of a woman stripping nude on a beach in the presence of others. Here was another video of a woman walking on a path through some sand dunes, nude except for shoes. Another of a woman kayseri escort taking her clothes off in a parking lot and putting them into a donation bin. She then walked back to her car awaiting her on the other side of the parking lot. She wore only shoes. In broad daylight. It went on. Annie was relieved there weren’t hundreds of thousands of saved videos and pictures but there were enough that he obviously liked it.

The pictures followed the theme. A woman was standing topless in a window, facing outward, her breasts exposed to the street. A woman was nude on a boat, a woman riding topless in a convertible. A woman with her bathing suit in hand while posing with a sign warning of a clothing-optional beach. Her hand was well away from her uncovered body.

Annie was relieved Jake wasn’t into men which surprised her a little. She was happy to find he wasn’t into pain, forced sex, violence, or anything she found offensive. She was open-minded about life in general but some things she simply couldn’t abide by. There was nothing here to upset her.

Hours slipped by before she checked in with her thread. Jake wouldn’t be home until after 7:00 and she had time to clean some house and take the dog for a walk. A few hours would be good enough for some answers so she tapped the Reddit app. Nothing prepared her for what she saw.

1,274 Comments

2,173 Upvotes

What. The. Fuck?

Annie was shocked. She hadn’t expected the level of responses. Most were insightful, helpful, and at least tried to contribute positively to the discussion. She scrolled through the hate, ignoring it.

YOU FUCKING LYING CUNT SPYING ON YOUR BF SUCK A DICK BITCH!

Who the fuck acidentally descovers porn without serching for it on perpose? I hope he dumps your fat ass.

id rape your mouth and kill you for spying slut slut slut

People sure did feel strongly. Annie didn’t care about the hate. She was interested in the perspectives of those trying to help. The conversations were fascinating. Random strangers discussed the impact of knowing something without consent to find it, whether or not she did something wrong going through the porn, was she mad, was she happy about it, and the “what next” question boiled down to three options. Annie arrived at this answer independently but she was pleased to see a majority of comments agree with her thought process.

1. Do nothing, say nothing. Live your best life.

2. Confess what you found and ask for a rational discussion on how it impacts the relationship.

3. Do something about it, good or bad.

One experience, written by a female profile, said the woman found her husband’s fetish of being tied down. He went to great length to conceal that fact from her. Even after 20 years of relationship, he wouldn’t fess up that he had anything different he wanted to try in the bedroom. The woman discovered his fetish when he left his own porn up and she was concerned he might go somewhere else to scratch that particular itch. He was probably afraid of being rejected or judged or hated.

She said she did her research for a week and, finally, when she and her husband were getting intimate, she trussed him up like a chicken. This led to some of the best sex they ever had, before or since. She worried he would need it all the time and it turned out he liked it only so often. They had a better relationship for it.

Annie read more. Her relationship with Jake felt stable. They lived together successfully, they had a dog together, they trusted each other and made positive changes when they argued. They resolved issues together. They did well together. But how could she do this without actually doing it. She couldn’t want to get slapped with CSC for sex in public. She didn’t want to run into families or children. She wasn’t the most comfortable in her body with several extra pounds here and there. Annie knew she was no beauty queen and she didn’t love how she looked naked, much less where others could see her. She certainly didn’t want anyone besides Jake or her doctor to see her nude.

The saving grace was that the videos and pictures included a variety of body shapes and sizes and ages. They weren’t all 110 lb models with perfect skin and teeth and bleached blonde hair. Even at 26, Annie certainly wasn’t any of those things. She looked at herself in the mirror in the bathroom. Pale legs with a sprinkle of scars. Her thighs weren’t whipcord thin but she thought they were her best asset and she often dressed to show her legs. She pulled her shirt up to look at her stomach. It wasn’t huge but it wasn’t flat either, just on the right side of ‘curvy.’ She pulled her shirt higher and frowned at herself. She felt her breasts were too large for her frame but Jake and every other boy she dated loved them. Her nipples, pink and round, were sensitive and felt hooked directly to between her legs. A bit of flab here and there rounded out the picture.

She turned and looked kayseri escort bayan at her flat ass. Nothing she could do there except maybe squats and running. Annie wasn’t running any time soon, though. Oh, well.

Simple question: Could she do this for Jake?

She didn’t know. She went back to the kitchen and sat at the counter. She went through the videos with deliberately now. It was a science experiment. Could she mirror what they were doing? The short answer was no. Most of these women were exposed in too-public locations. Annie certainly wouldn’t walk down a street in a pair of sandals and a hat and nothing else. She wouldn’t be caught dead topless at a beach either. There was no way she would be standing in front of their windows or their front door nude and she wasn’t paying for a pizza in only a pair of panties. She put the phone down and thought. Minutes ticked by and she challenged herself. How could she make it happen?

Oh! She had an idea and regretted thinking of it immediately. Now she’d have to go through with this.

There was a new sub-division going up off Textile Road. Over 100 homes would be built there, none of which were anywhere near starting construction. The sub nestled in a forest reserve outside of town. A few hiking paths threaded through the area. Annie saw it when they drove by two weeks ago. The residential streets curled around the trees and disappeared from view of the rarely-used Textile Road. The county was going to widen the highway for the sub but hand’t started yet. No one was back there and it was 10 minutes from the middle of nowhere. It could be perfect.

Well, perfect for Jake, not for her. Annie steeled herself to at least try to indulge Jake. He would love her effort. If not, she’d deal with it later.

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The drive was ten minutes on the nose. It was after 5:00 and walkers and bikers were out on the sidewalks in the beautiful summer day. Foot traffic dropped dramatically as Annie cruised down the highway away from town. Trees, parks, and corn fields spread out on both sides of the road. Only a few miles out, horses, barns, and farms dominated the scenery. This area, east of town, was the local version of a Flyover State. There were no trucks or buses or real traffic besides the odd tractor or piece of farm equipment.

It made perfect sense to build a sub-division since there was the space and the families would be away from the worst of the town’s traffic, at least until the sprawl reached their driveways. Annie turned in and took a slow loop around the unstarted neighborhood. Blacktop glistened in the sun and the trees, tall and full of leaves, provided a shield from the road. No sidewalks existed. Flags to mark electricity and water popped up like weeds. Sod had not yet been laid down so grass and dirt dominated the future front yards.

Annie parked in the far corner of the neighborhood. The cul-de-sac was surrounded on three sides by dense foliage and the trees made for plenty of cover. Of course, the police would have them trapped if they were busted and that worried Annie. She sat in the car, window down, and looked again at one of the videos. She read the comments while a woman proudly high-heeled her way through a European thoroughfare.

It was all about the confidence. Almost all the comments, at least the ones in English, were about how sexy and confident and proud and completely the opposite of shy the woman was. She was comfortable, laughing, and enjoying the attention. Annie wanted none of that. She hated attention, she didn’t like compliments, and she was a self-proclaimed introvert. At least here, with no one else around, it could be only her and Jake. Maybe that would be enough for him. Annie sure hoped it would.

“Let’s find out if we can do this,” she said to herself. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She pulled the shoulder straps off and stuffed them through the arm holes. The bra came off her chest and she pulled it out from under her shirt. Braless, feeling silly and nervous, Annie lowered all the windows. Hot, humid air flooded into the vehicle. Annie took a long look around trying to spot hikers, dog-walkers, or cars. There were no sounds except the wind rustling the trees. A bird chirped from a nearby nest. Still in the car, Annie closed her eyes. She pulled her shirt up to her neck, exposing her breasts. She refused to open her eyes. She didn’t know what she would do if someone were watching her. She counted to ten and yanked her shirt down. She peeked. Nothing was out there but the birds and a pair of deer slowly walking at the far side of the street.

She looked at herself in the rearview mirror. Her face was red from embarrassment and anxiety. She did it again though and pulled her shirt up. She tried counting higher. Tits out, emotions swirling, Annie made it 35 before tugging her shirt back down and covering her body. There was no one out there staring at her. A few deer munched escort kayseri on grass down the street.

This would do. Annie, satisfied with her plan but feeling uneasy, turned around and drove home.

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Annie got home, showered, and put on some light make-up. She put her hair up in a messy bun and picked her cutest sundress, red and patterned with white flower outlines. She liked how it showed her legs. Jake liked how it showed a hint of sideboob. She realized as she was dressing that he had always encouraged her to show a little more than she was comfortable with. This must have been his thing for a while. She suddenly had doubts. Was what she planned enough? Would it satisfy him or just drive him to want more?

She stuck her feet in her strappy sandals and sat on the edge of the bed. She breathed and whispered affirmations. He’d love this! He’d be happy! She just wanted him happy.

Jake came home right at 7:15, his normal time on Wednesdays. He walked in, looking handsome and well-rested after 10 hours of work and he smiled at her when he walked in the door.

“You’re dressed up!” he said, eyes lighting up with delight, “Are you giving COVID a piece of your mind by wearing some fancy clothes?”

“I thought we might go try, uh, eating somewhere now that they have outdoor seating open.”

“Are you asking me on a date?” he teased. He covered his open mouth with a hand, exaggerating coyness. “Well, I daresay,” he continued, Southern drawl dragging out every word, “You have made me blush with your Northern aggression.”

Annie squeaked when he reached out and pulled her to him, enveloping her in a tight embrace. His arms, strong and lean, circled her and she immediately felt safe and happy. That cemented it. She’d go through with this for him.

He walked to the bedroom and changed out of his shirt. Annie had seem him shirtless countless times and it never got old. He took good care of himself and she quietly wondered why he was still shacking up with her. He was handsome, athletic, successful, and she never felt she matched up to his career aspirations. She had asked him what she brought to the table on a few occasions and he dismissed her with a hand.

“You bring you to the table,” he responded, “I’m not going to laundry list what I liked about you. Just keep being you.”

That was early in the relationship and her strategy evolved into what Reddit suggested she do to keep her man: Fuck him a lot. She attempted to give him a blowjob every day for a week. He was thankful and appreciative but four days in he accused her of being insatiable and asked if they could just enjoy working on a 2,000-piece puzzle together.

“You don’t need to try,” he had said.

Jake navigated his life and their relationship with ease. He did it effortlessly and Annie felt the need to keep up with him and contribute her 50%.

And now they were in a car driving to a location where she would take all her clothes off for him. He pulled the seat belt on and sat back, letting her take him wherever she would.

Annie pulled out of the apartment’s blacktop and onto the road. Town lay west of them and Jake raised an eyebrow when she made a right and went the other way. He didn’t ask questions though, placing his trust in her. He enjoyed the view and let the hot air rush through the open window. His hand floated up and down, playing with the wind as they accelerated over the posted 55 mph for the highway.

10 minutes later Annie, heart in throat, turned left. Gravel crunched under the wheels as she navigated the car between the stands of trees. She expected Jake to finally comment but he stayed quiet, letting things happen.

They pulled into the fresh smooth road of the new subdivision. Jake finally broke.

“Is there a new restaurant here?” he asked.

“We’ll eat after,” Annie said with a hitch in her voice. Jake caught it immediately and turned in the seat, facing her with concern on his face.

“I’m okay,” she said, preempting his question with a wave of her hand, “Just nervous.”

“For what?” he asked looking around with fear on his face, “Oh, God! You’re not a serial killer are you?”

“You’ll see,” she said.

She acted nonchalant as she guided the car to the same spot she parked earlier. She idled to the curb and put the car in park. She stepped out and walked around the front to Jake’s door. She opened it and gestured for him to step out.

He got out and didn’t say a word. He simply let things unfold.

Annie almost froze right then. She was successful earlier but this was the real thing. Here she was in plain view for what felt like half a mile back to the front of the sub. Trees lined the backs of the yards but paths wandered through the nature reserve and anyone could be back there. She gritted her teeth and decided she could do this.

She reached under the hem of her sundress and slid her underwear down her legs. Shock registered on Jake’s face, something Annie rarely saw. She was pleased she caught him by surprise. She let her mind go blank and didn’t think as she undid the buttons on the front of the dress. Her breasts pushed against the material, revealing more and more skin. Jake’s mouth opened to say something and she held a hand up to shush him. She pulled the dress straps off her shoulders and down her arms.

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Please read The Submissive Boy first as this story follows on from that.

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Emily was waiting in the supermarket car park when her phone rang. It was Liam wanting to know if they could get together that afternoon.

‘Sorry Liam, I can’t today. I’ve been invited over for coffee at Mrs Scott’s house. Oh here she is now. I have to rush. Talk to you soon.’

The silver Mercedes pulled up and stopped beside her as the window wound down.

‘Hi, get in!’ said Mrs Scott.

Emily climbed into the car and settled in the plush leather passenger seat. She was wearing a tiny denim mini skirt and a white off the shoulder peasant blouse.

Her stomach lurched as she saw that Mrs Scott was wearing her black leather pencil skirt again. For some reason Emily thought the older lady looked very sexy in that outfit. It was finished off by a shiny silver satin blouse. The perfume she wore was intoxicating.

‘How nice to see you again Emily. How have you been?’

Emily couldn’t tell her that she had thought about nothing else other than her and her husband, especially when he said about Mrs Scott loving to eat young girls pussies. Hers throbbed as she spoke.

‘I’m doing great thanks. Thank you so much for inviting me over for coffee.’

‘Oh I’m sure the pleasure will be all mine!’ said Mrs Scott in a sultry voice.

Emily’s pussy spasmed yet again.

Once they were in the house Mrs Scott settled Emily in the lounge room and went into the kitchen to get the drinks.

When she returned she had with her a bottle of chilled white wine and two glasses.

‘I thought this might do the trick better than boring old coffee. Don’t worry my husband will drive you home. He’s playing golf at the moment but will be back later.’

Mrs Scott poured two glasses of wine and sat beside Emily on the sofa.

‘Cheers!’ said Emily.

‘Bottoms up!’ replied Mrs Scott with a smile.

They drank their wine and chatted about what they had been doing since they’d last met but mainly about Emily and her course work. Mrs Scott topped up their glasses from time to time.

Then she put her glass on the coffee table in front of them and turned to Emily.

‘You really are a good girl aren’t you?’

Emily froze, not knowing what to say.

Mrs Scott took away her glass and put it next to hers before turning back towards her again.

‘You really are very cute,’ she said as she leaned towards the girl and stroked her arm.

‘Have you ever kissed a girl before?’ Mrs Scott asked.

‘N..no, never,’ stuttered Emily.

‘So you’ve probably never kissed an experienced older woman either,’ she said as she moved nearer to Emily.

Emily gazed into the older woman’s eyes as she came forward, took hold of her at the back of her head and pulled her face to her own.

‘Oh God!’ moaned Emily just before their lips touched and Mrs Scott kissed her long and sensually.

‘That was nice.’ said Mrs Scott as they broke apart slightly. ‘Maybe I need to do that again.’

This time when they kissed Mrs Scott forced Emily’s mouth open with her tongue and slid it in.

Soon Emily was reciprocating which gave Mrs Scott confidence to slide Emily’s top from her shoulders and pull it down until her breasts were bare. She started to fondle the young girl’s small breasts making her moan into the older woman’s mouth.

This time when they broke Mrs Scott looked into Emily’s eyes as her hand went down to her skirt, then onto her thigh.

Emily gasped then mewed as Mrs Scott’s hand crept up her thigh and onto her white silk panties.

‘I..I..I’ve never done anything like this befo…Oh God!’ she moaned as the older woman pushed the gusset aside and slipped a finger deep into her pussy.

‘Don’t worry baby. Mummy will take good care of you!’

Emily moaned louder at hearing that and because she now had two fingers in her.

‘My husband and I have been looking for a girl like you for a long time. A good girl. An obedient girl. You will be an obedient girl for us, won’t you Emily?

As she said that her thumb began to rub over Emily’s clitoris making her pant and try to push her hips onto the fingers that were driving her wild.

Mrs Scott slowed down her actions, teasing the girl, building her orgasm slowly.

‘Please Mrs Scott, please make me cum. Oh God I need to cum.’

Mrs Scott removed her hand from Emily’s pussy and with her other hand she grasped the girl’s hair and pulled her head back so she was staring into the older woman’s eyes. She then took hold of her hard nipple and squeezed it.

‘You sound just like you did when my husband was fucking you!’

Emily gasped.

‘You’re a naughty little girl and do you know what happens to naughty little girls?’

Emily stared into the older woman’s eyes, not daring to speak.

‘They get spanked.’ added Mrs Scott

She reached under Emily’s short skirt and peeled off her soaked knickers.

‘No, please Mrs Scott. I’m sorry. Please don’t spank me,’ she pleaded.

Soon her skirt was up around her waist and she gaziantep escort was laying over Mrs Scott’s knees, the leather skirt below her pussy felt cool.

Mrs Scott began to spank her. First one cheek then the other. She alternated the slaps with the odd one to the top of her thighs.

‘You really are a naughty girl begging my husband to fuck you!’

Slap!

‘Did you enjoy cumming on his big cock when he told you I like eating young girls pussies?’

Slap!

‘Or was it when he said I would fuck you with my strap-on?’

Slap! Slap!

‘Please Mrs Scott. No more please!’

‘Oh you didn’t say that when my husband had you on your knees and he was stuffing his cock down your throat!’

Slap!

‘Or when you swallowed all his cum!’

It wasn’t long before Emily’s porcelain bottom was a nice shade of pink.

Mrs Scot stopped spanking and caressed her peachy little bum.

‘You have a gorgeous arse Emily. Has anyone ever fucked you there?’

Emily could only moan as the older woman was running one of her manicured fingernails over her little puckered hole.

‘Oh God, n…no. No-one.’

Mrs Scott dipped her middle finger in the girl’s dripping pussy.

‘Well, we’ll have to see what we can do!’ At that she slid her slimy finger into Emily’s arse.

‘Oh fuck. Oh God!’

‘Do you like that Emily? I think you do, they way you are rubbing your pussy on my shiny leather skirt. Shall we try two fingers?’

‘Oh shit!’ exclaimed the abused young girl as Mrs Scott added a second finger up her arse and started moving them in and out.

Emily was now moaning as she was being arse fucked by the dominant woman’s fingers. It felt like nothing she’d felt before. The cool leather skirt was sliding over her wet pussy lips.

‘Now I think we need to take this upstairs where we can explore your body more comfortably and then you can thank me for what I’m going to do to you!’

Emily let out a deep guttural groan.

Mrs Scott slowly withdrew her fingers and pushed Emily off her knees onto the carpeted floor.

‘Come along,’ she said as she took the girl by the arm and dragged her upstairs to the playroom.

‘Right! Let’s get you stripped naked shall we?’

Mrs Scott unbuttoned then peeled down Emily’s denim skirt and with a quick tug of her top she was naked.

‘Onto the bed please.’

Emily crawled on to the bed and gasped as Mrs Scott tied her wrists and ankles with the silk scarves that were already there for her.

‘Wai…wait please Mrs Scott. What are you going to do to me?’

‘I think you know what I’m going to do to you. I’m going to do everything you’ve ever dreamed about since my husband told you I love to eat young girls pussies and fuck them silly with my strap-on. This is what you want isn’t it? You’ve already begged me to make you cum. Now be an obedient girl and do as you are told!’

Mrs Scott took a few steps back from the bed and slowly removed her shiny silver satin blouse before unhooking her silver satin bra and placing it on the chair with the blouse.

Emily glared at the older woman dressed in her tight black leather pencil skirt and high heels, her breasts rising and falling due to the deep breaths she was taking. They swayed as she walked back to the bed where she bent over and took one of the Emily’s hard nipples in her mouth and sucked, using the tip of her tongue to rub over its nub.

With her right hand she stroked Emily’s soaking wet bald pussy, flicking her clit and rubbing between the lips.

Soon Emily’s hips were arching off the bed to try to get more purchase on the older lady’s fingers.

‘Oh God, please!’

‘Please what Emily?

‘Please rub me harder and make me cum!’

‘Oh, so you want to cum do you? Let me see what I can do.’

With that she stopped. reached into the bedside drawer and took out a mini flogger.

‘Perfect for a wanton pussy!’ said Mrs Scott as she climbed on to the bed between the girl’s outstretched legs.

‘Good God. No. Please. Not that!’

Mrs Scott just smiled as she brought the flogger down between Emily’s thighs.

She groaned as the lashes caressed her pussy lips. Again and again the pain mixed with pleasure as she felt her orgasm growing. Mrs Scott sensed she was nearly there so increased the speed of the strokes.

‘Oh my God, Mrs Scott. I’m ccuuummmmiinnngg!’

The older woman dropped the flogger and dived between the girl’s thighs as she feasted on her spasming cunt.

‘Oh fuck. Yes! Oh God I’m cumming again!’

Emily lost count of the number of orgasms she had while being licked and sucked by Mrs Scott.

‘N…no more please. I..I can’t take anymore.’

She took pity on the young girl and got up then went to the bathroom to wash her face. When she returned to the bedroom Emily was still breathing heavily with her eyes tightly closed.

‘Did you enjoy that?’ whispered Mrs Scott in her ear.

Her eyes flew open and then she nodded.

‘N..never came like escort gaziantep that before. Thank you.’

‘Oh you’re going to thank me now,’ said Mrs Scott as she unzipped her leather skirt and peeled it off to show she was only wearing shiny black silk stockings and a black satin girdle along with her high heels.

She climbed on to the bed and placed her knees either side of Emily’s head.

‘I don’t suppose you’ve ever eaten pussy before but just do what comes natural to you. Your little boyfriend wasn’t much good when he first came here but he’s getting better at it.’

Her soaking wet pussy descended onto Emily’s mouth before she could ask about LIam. She remembered what the older woman had done to her and tried to copy her actions. She licked and slurped on the wet cunt, flicking her clit before running her tongue between its lips..

A little bit of coaxing and coaching soon had Mrs Scott about to unleash her juices on the unsuspecting girl.

‘Oh yes Emily. Just there. I’m going to cum just lick my clit faster. Oh fuck yeeeessss!’

Emily spluttered as the older woman’s juices soaked her face.

‘Taste me. Open your mouth and be an obedient girl.’

Emily did as she was told and was surprised at the sweet taste of the older woman’s essence.

When her orgasm had subsided Mrs Scott climbed down and walked over to another set of drawers. She took out her eight inch strap-on, a larger one than she’d used on Liam, and strapped it to her waist.

‘Time for my husband’s other promise!’

‘Oh God no, please Mrs Scott. It’s too big…’

‘Nonsense girl just relax,’ Mrs Scott told her as she once again climbed between the girl’s thighs. Taking the cock in her hand she rubbed it between Emily’s already wet pussy lips before pushing the head between them then slowly edging it deeper into her. All Emily could do is moan and groan as it disappeared deeper into her pussy.

When she was fully sheathed the older woman began to fuck her slowly and deliberately.

Mrs Scott leaned in to Emily, her large breasts rubbing against Emily’s pert ones as her lips sought out those of the young girl.

Emily surrendered to the older woman as their tongues dueled and their hips mashed together.

Emily could feel her new orgasm building then she came hard and begged Mrs Scott to stop.

‘But I’m still hard!’ she giggled as she proceeded to fuck Emily through two more earth shattering peaks.

After she had removed her strap-on Mrs Scott released Emily from her bonds and they lay in each others arms kissing each other warmly and sensually.

Shortly the familiar tingle emanated from both their pussies and it wasn’t long before they had their legs entwined rubbing themselves to another orgasm.

By the time Mr Scott arrived back to take Emily home they were dressed and back in the lounge drinking wine.

It was dark by the time he and Emily set off back to Emily’s room at the Hall of Residence.

‘Why are you going this way?’ Emily asked.

‘Oh just a shortcut,’ he replied with a smile and soon he turned into a disused factory site.

‘Climb in the back,’ he told her when they had stopped and he had killed the lights.

Emily climbed between the front seats into the plush rear seating closely followed by Mr Scott.

He sat down and immediately undid his trousers pushing them and his underwear to the floor.

‘Suck it!’ was all he said as he stroked his cock.

Emily slid her mouth over the already hard erection and slurped away until he told her to stop.

He then pulled her onto his lap so she was facing him, pulled her panties to one side and slipped his cock deep into her hot wet pussy.

She rode him for nearly fifteen minutes moaning continuously before she started to groan that she was going to cum.

‘Oh fuck yes, me too!’ exclaimed Mr Scott.

They both came together with him shooting rope and rope of cum into the young girl’s well fucked pussy.

When they’d tidied themselves up Mr Scott proceeded to drive her home.

When they stopped he looked at her and said, ‘We’ll both be wanting to see you soon!’

Emily just smiled, leaned towards him and kissed him chastely on the cheek as she replied, ‘Oh yes please!’

The call came sooner than she thought. Her and Liam had been to the pub and had just arrived back at her room when the text came.

‘Ring ASAP’

‘Must pop to the toilet!’ she told Liam.

In the loo she text ‘Liam is here. Can’t talk. Can I ring later?’

New text said ‘Be at supermarket car park 11 am.’

Emily gasped and with shaking hands she typed ‘OK.’

She flushed the toilet and went back to Liam.

‘Are you alright babe?’ he asked when he saw her.

Emily realised she must have looked flushed.

‘Sorry Liam. I’ve just come on my period,’ she lied, ‘and I’ve come over all dizzy. I need to go to bed. You don’t mind do you?’

Liam was disappointed as he was expecting sex but got up, kissed her tenderly and replied, ‘of course not. gaziantep escort bayan You have a good rest and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.’

After he’d left Emily got her nightie on and crawled into bed wondering what tomorrow would bring.

At exactly eleven o’clock the silver Mercedes pulled up and Emily jumped in.

Mr Scott looked her over and saw she was wearing a simple white cotton dress with white three inch heels.

He didn’t say anything as he drove her to his house.

Once inside he told Emily that his wife was upstairs waiting for her so he took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. There on the bed was Mrs Scott in a tight black latex basque with black silk stockings attached. Her generous breasts were free from the basque and her nipples were hard.

Emily gasped when she saw what the older lady was wearing.

‘I hope you like it Emily, I wore it especially for you. Darling, Emily looks overdressed could you do the honours?’

Mr Scott took hold of the white cotton dress and lifted it over the young girls head. She stood in her high heels and a white silk thong.

‘Oh you do look cute. Doesn’t she darling?’

Mr Scott who was now behind her began to run his hands over the young girl’s body. First caressing her shoulders then down to her breasts where he squeezed her nipples between his finger and thumb making her moan.

He gently kissed her neck as his hand crept down towards her panties. His fingers slipped inside and found her dripping wet pussy. Rubbing between her lips she started to moan and jerk her hips. All the time he was doing this to her she was looking at Mrs Scott who had one hand on her left breast squeezing her nipple and the other rubbing her pussy.

Mr Scott whispered in her ear, ‘take off your panties.’

In a daze she peeled down her thong and stepped out of it.

He led her over to the bed and helped her on.

Mrs Scott took her hand and pulled her towards her. The older woman’s lips sought out Emily’s as they kissed passionately.

Emily could see Mr Scott undressing and when he was naked he got onto the bed on the other side placing Emily between them.

They forced her down on her back and as Mr Scott began to lick and suck her nipples, Mrs Scott went down on her.

Emily was writhing between their licking and sucking and in no time she was crying out in ecstasy as her first orgasm overtook her.

Leaving her panting Mrs Scott went into the bathroom as Mr Scott stroked her heaving body.

When she returned she was wearing a bright red strap-on cock.

Mr Scott pulled Emily up so Mrs Scott could lie down in the middle of the bed, the red phallus bobbing on her loins.

‘Come on Emily. Come and sit on my new toy. Darling can you help her please?’

Mr Scott lifted the light young girl into place and she easily slid her soaking wet pussy down its length causing her to moan.

Mrs Scott began to move her hips as she slowly fucked the girl. She pulled her closer and kissed her deep on the mouth as her hips kept up the rhythm. Emily groaned into the older woman’s mouth.

‘Oh God!’

Then Mr Scott did something she didn’t expect. He took her hands and tied her wrists to either side of the bed frame with the permanent silk scarves.

‘What are you doing?’ she squealed.

‘Now, now! Just be an obedient girl and you’ll find out.’ replied Mrs Scott.

With her hands tied like that her body was pressed into Mrs Scott’s, the older woman’s large breasts under her own.

Mrs Scott grasped hold of Emily’s head and guided her face to hers pulling her down for another passionate kiss, her cock still fucking the girl.

Suddenly she felt Mr Scott’s hands on her bottom, rubbing and kneading it.

‘You do have a lovely arse Emily,’ he said. ‘Perfect for fucking!’

Emily panicked and tried to get up but she realised she couldn’t. Her hands were tied and Mrs Scott held her around her waist trapping the young girl tight to her.

‘Oh God, no. Please not that. Please let me go,’ she begged’

‘Aaarrrggghh’ she cried as she felt cold gel on her puckered little hole.

She whimpered as Mr Scott pushed his middle finger into her arse.

When he inserted a second she was nearly hyperventilating.

Mr Scott used his fingers to loosen up the young girl’s sphincter before he could put his cock in her.

Emily kept chanting ‘no, no, no’ as he plundered her arse with his fingers.

Mrs Scott pushed her free hand down between their bodies.

‘I think you’ll like this,’ she said as she found the switch on the strap-on and flicked it on.

Suddenly the cock began to vibrate, both in Emily’s pussy and on Mrs Scott’s clit.

‘Of fuck!’ exclaimed Emily as the cock buzzed and bucked in her pussy.

Mrs Scott pulled Emily further down on her body so the cock vibrated on the young girl’s clit too.

‘Oh God. Fuck that’s good. Oh My God I’m going to…aaarrrggghhh,’ she cried as her second orgasm hit her.

She collapsed onto the older woman who grabbed hold of the cheeks of her arse and opening them wide she pulled her back hard onto the vibrating cock again.

‘Oh, Oh! Oh fuck. Oh noooooo…’ she squealed as Mr Scott pushed the head of his rock hard cock past her loosened sphincter.

Emily groaned as the cock invaded her tight arse.

‘Break deeply dear,’ said Mrs Scott. ‘You’ll soon get used to it.’

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Hmm what can I say about Elizabeth, or Mistress Elizabeth as I was now to call her. It’s a long story how I got to where I am at the moment, but let me just point out I am 26 years old, tall, dark hair, good body. Mistress however is 43, also tall but with long auburn coloured hair, it framed her face, despite her years she looked early thirties and obviously kept herself in great shape. I never thought age mattered too much as long as two people were attracted to each other, and Mistress made men’s head turn, no matter if they were 18 or 68.

Of course looks weren’t everything, Mistress had her own business, was intelligent and extremely powerful, her eyes drew me in when I first met her, maybe this is how I got myself into a position I wasn’t sure I wanted to be in.

It started when I was out for a drink with, Elizabeth as I knew her then, what I didn’t know was my drink was spiked. Waking in the morning I found myself dressed up in women’s underwear and made to experience things I never thought possible. But luckily my story did continue.

When I had found myself vulnerable to her whims while tied to a bed she used my weakness against me, sex, she teased me that much I agreed to a deal. Endure the weekend, if I wanted to go after that I could, if I chose to stay I would always and forever be hers.

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I awoke in the morning, my body ached and I struggled to open my eyes, the morning sun was trying to fight its way through the dark heavy curtains. My mouth was dry and I yearned for a drink of water to quench my thirst, I attempted to sit up when I found I could hardly move, as I looked around the room it dawned on me, I was still tied to Mistress’s bed. Just the thought of it created a stirring in my groin, the moment my cock hardened it felt the soft silk that encased me, I was still wearing panties, stockings and a basque. As my cock grew longer and thicker touching the silk the thought of having a drink left me while I decided it was much more important to deal with the impending hardon, and how could I rub it to relive myself. With limited movement I could just about wriggle my body slowly to make some kind of friction, but my efforts were a waste of time I couldn’t get enough friction to tease myself. I lay back, defeated, frustrated and annoyed.

Time seemed to slow down and the house was empty, I did think about calling out to see if anyone was home but Mistress probably wanted that so instead there I lay, sakarya escort outstretched and tied on a bed, dressed up with a throbbing erection. Then at least an hour since I had woke the door opened and in walked my beautiful Mistress. She wore a silk robe that ended half way down her super sexy thighs. Under it looked to be just a pair of black panties and a black push up bra, highlighting her breasts.

“Morning slave, I hope you slept well” she said taking a seat on the bed next to me.

Her red painted finger nails traced down my chest, increasing my breathing.

“Yes Mistress very well” I replied, I no longer even considered calling her Elizabeth, it was simply Mistress now.

Her nails worked down over my stomach and stroked for a while, always teasing, always looking for a reaction. Each time I flinched from her tickling the corners or her mouth curled up into a smile. My breathing speeded up.

“Remember slave” she hesitated as her nails began to trace lightly over the silk panties. “You promised me a weekend, that means I still have twenty four hours with you, do you remember”, her voice as ever was powerful and seductive.

I had been trying for an hour to excite my hardon now with the lightest of her touches my hips were raising off the mattress, trying to get a little more of her fingers. I could feel a little precum leaking onto the silk making the panties slick and sliding up my shaft. Mistress would slide her finger down the silk covered shaft, going lower and lower until she could apply a little pressure to part my balls.

“You do remember slave?” she asked again.

“Y-y-y-yes Mistress” I stuttered under my excitement.

She smiled and quickly gripped my shaft and rubbed up my cock causing a little more precum to escape. Once she had again won a battle over my bodily functions she went back to just tracing her nails over me, her free hand was rummaging in a bag on the floor. She pulled up a black leather device, what its use was I didn’t know. Her finger nails left my shaft, leaving me wanting more, that was until the panties were pulled down and my cock reviled. Her hands gripped my shaft , for a second she lingered, feeling it throb at her touch, feeling the warmth in her hand, enjoying her power, she knew a few jerks and she would have me covered in my own cum. The black leather item was slipped beneath my balls, I couldn’t see what was happening only sakarya escort bayan feel, but I knew she was moving my genitals around a fair bit, but being very gentle. By the time Mistress had finished there was a leather strap snug around the base of my balls, one parting my balls and a thick one at the base of my cock. All the touching had made my cock throb wildly, I needed to cum and soon. Mistress turned to face me and leant in close, I could smell her perfume and feel her breath upon me.

“24 hours slave, your mine, but always trust me ok” she said softly.

As I nodded her one hand that had been behind her back suddenly tugged and those three straps that were surrounding my genitals were all tightened. The pain at first was unbearable and because of the shock I failed to scream, instead I screwed my eyes closed and opened my mouth to try taking a breath. When I started to relax I opened my eyes, Mistress had enjoyed my discomfort, I could tell by the way she smiled.

“Now come with me and behave of I will have to cane you into behaving”.

I was in a little pain and in no mood to argue, there was no doubt I was bigger and stronger than my Mistress, there was no way she could physically overpower me, but she didn’t need to. I had been with her one day out of my agreed two and already she was in my mind. I carefully stood in my newly found female underwear and followed her out of the bedroom and downstairs. We passed through the hall, into the kitchen and stopped at an internal door, Mistress withdrew some keys and unlocked it, her hand on the handle ready to let us in.

“Now slave” she said turning to face me. “If I am letting you in here it mans you are special to me, you will be frightened by what see. But in a days time you will walk fully dressed out of her back to the man you were” she kissed me soft on the lips a lingering kiss. “Of course you might want to stay”.

The lights clicked on as we walked deeper into the basement, there were no windows and the walls were covered in a sound proofing I had seen in recording studios. We continued to walk, my balls aching but when I saw what was down their the pain left my mind and wonder filled it. There was like a carpenters workhorse only the top was padded and covered in black leather. A large cross was covering the one wall, again padded. On the floor secured in the ground were many rings, the same covered the walls. escort sakarya There were boards with whip and toys hung from it and a wardrobe probably full of her dominatrix clothing. My cock stirred just seeing this stuff, finally me and Mistress were going to play and all day it seemed, I knew something’s would hurt but this was a secret fantasy come true.

Mistress no longer said anything, she didn’t need to, I was lead over to a table, its top like everything else covered in leather.

“Lie down” she spoke, her voice changed down here, it was more powerful, this was her empire.

I lay my stomach across it and stretched my arms out, immediately my ankles were strapped to the back legs and my wrists to the front, my head was on some kind of cushion that raised it so I could only look forward. Mistress walked around me ensuring everything was tight, when finished she placed a blindfold on me and walked off back upstairs.

Half an hour later she returned, walked up to me and pulled my panties down, cream was applied to my anus. Now yesterday was the first time anyone had been there and her finger felt so very good, even today as her finger slipped in with the lub it was nice. Something was different, her fingers felt a little wider and not as gentle as yesterday, I began panicking.

“Now slave remember yesterday you sucked my strapon I think that today you should do the same” he voice made me relax once again and I heard footsteps in front of me.

I imaged that long plastic cock inches from my lips, slowly I tried to look seductive and part my lips, I probably looked stupid but Mistress deserved me trying to play the game.

“Oh that’s perfect you look like a slut”.

The voice came from my side not in front of me, before I could ask any questions some thing entered my mouth, at first I tried to believe it was her strapon, but it wasn’t so firm, it was soft like flesh. My tongue searched inside my mouth for answers and I didn’t like what it came up with. I had a mans cock in my mouth, I was tied down there was nothing I could do, at first who ever he was began sliding freely in and out of my mouth, Mistress was purring in my ear to one side. I could hear clicks as if photos were being taken. The cock pushed deeper and I accepted my faith, my lips tightened and my tongue began licking the shaft and head in my mouth. I searched the thick cock head and my tongue probed the slit at the end, I was doing all I liked when a girl gave me head. All this did was my the man slide deeper into me, but I was enjoying it.

Mistress positioned herself behind me and inched a strapon into my ass, stretching me, opening me. I was being pushed forward onto this strangers cock and I was loving it I was a slut.

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