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A Girl Under Glass

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Author’s note: All sexual acts portrayed in this story are between characters aged 18 or older. Any resemblance to non-fictional people and events is neither intended by the author nor inferred by the text.

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A Girl Under Glass

It’s March of 2005, my senior year of high school. The savory scent of fresh-baked pizza is hovering in the air, beneath the cigarette smoke and the cheap beer. It’s just another night at the Cornerstone Pub — everyone comes to the Cornerstone Pub. In this podunk Florida town, there’s nowhere else to go for a good time.

The bar is packed and the lighting is dim — nobody ever bothers looking too closely at the fake IDs. All that matters is having fun, spending money on pool and booze. And pinball, of course. The owner loves his pinball machines.

It’s October of 2019. I’m three years into managing the Olympus Pizza joint in Jacksonville. It’s my first time making it out to Chicago for the annual PinballCon. The air is thick with all manner of bells and whistles and flashing lights. Every space is packed with bodies, all leaning and rocking over the tables lined up and down every wall.

The convention hall is crowded with booths and exhibits. Some tables are restored museum pieces, decades old and still playable. Some are homebrew machines, hand-built by enthusiasts for fun and/or profit. Some are used tables looking for buyers, and some are fresh off the assembly line.

I told my staff I was coming here to check out new tables for the restaurant. But honestly, I only came here to see one.

“Theatre of Magic” is a decade old by now, and it still works perfectly. The rotating Magic Trunk, the magnets, the hidden passages and gimmicks… there was always something in this game to discover. And over it all, there’s the Lady Magician looking down from the backglass, her movements animated on the dot-matrix screen and her voice piped in through the speakers.

The Lady Magician felt like a partner, or perhaps a mentor. The game and I weren’t playing to beat each other; we were working together to levitate the woman, to escape from the death trap.

“Concentrate!” she’d tell me. “You have the magic!” Only this time, she’s not talking to me — she’s talking to the girl who’s racking up her 8X bonus multiplier while the guy next to her looks like his wallet just exploded.

I bought that exact same “Theatre of Magic” table. It’s in my restaurant right now, and it still plays like a charm.

Modern cell phones, computers, and video game consoles are all built to fall apart within five or ten years at most. Video games nowadays are shipped out with game-ending glitches on day one. But pinball machines — even the most modern ones — were built to last for decades. Midway, Bally, Williams, Data East, Gottlieb, and so many other pinball titans are all either gone or folded into other companies, and their games have outlived them all.

Yet the last few surviving companies need drastic measures to survive. Which brought me to the booth at Howard Brothers Pinball, and the grand debut of their newest game.

I first met Agatha Mars when she moved to town in November of my freshman year. Her dad traveled a lot for work, so Aggie and her mom traveled all around the world. Finally, after 9/11, Aggie’s mom decided she’d had enough of travel, so she took Aggie to live with family in town while her dad moved on.

Aggie’s always the center of attention everywhere she goes. She’s beautiful, she’s confident, she’s got stories from all over the world. (How many of them are true? Who cares?!) Whatever she wants — lead role in the school play, captain of the debate team, whatever guy she had a thing for — she can charm her way into getting it.

And tonight, she’s at the Cornerstone Pub. She comes here at least once a week to hustle at pinball. Everyone expects a pretty girl to hustle them at pool. Nobody expects to get hustled at pinball.

Pinball companies make licensed games all the time, but the latest from HB Pinball was so insane that its announcement shook the industry: A licensed game with X+O Media, the online porn empire. Company spokesmen argued that adult-themed pinball tables were not unprecedented — there were at least two Playboy-themed pinball tables on record, and numerous obscure EM games with softcore gimmicks.

But this would be something different. The team at HB Pinball said that they were going to take the experience of having sex with an award-winning porn star and adapt it into a pinball game. Everyone said they were crazy. Then came the announcement that none of the inserts or pictures would be explicit, so a “family” version of the table could be sold simply by swapping out the code and the video clips. Now everyone knew they were crazy.

Yet everyone in the expo came here to the booth. Everyone showed their IDs to the doorman, Batıkent Escort passed the beaded curtain with the “21+ ONLY” sign out front, to come try out “X+O Media with Ramona Lauder”. This booth has at least a dozen tables ready for play, all of them set with the “Hardcore” code and videos, like we all knew it was meant to be played. I see at least two or three people hunched around each table, but I’m looking up at the backglass.

Ramona Lauder.

Agatha Mars.

Every lunch break, I’d hope to look into those smiling brown eyes, even for just a split-second.

Those exact same chocolate brown eyes were looking down at me from every angle. Her sweet heart-shaped face hadn’t aged a wrinkle.

I sat behind her in Social Studies, her dark brown hair right in front of my face.

There’s not a single grey hair to be seen.

Aggie always wears her most skintight clothes to the Cornerstone Pub, so everyone’s too focused on those killer curves and that perfect tan.

She’s wearing a bright pink bra and matching panties. She’s gained a few pounds in the past few years, and they all went right to her curves.

I go to the table with the shortest line. While I’m waiting, I read the instructions and carefully watch the gameplay. This is standard practice for any new game. It’s important to know how to score, which shots do what, and which shots tend to miss. I try not to focus on the flatscreen built directly into the playfield, under the clear coating. I try to tune out the euphoric moans coming from the speakers of every table around me.

Everyone knew Aggie was the local slut. If all the rumors are true, she’s slept with everyone in the school. Her latest fling is Jimmy Andrews, getting impatient and jealous while Aggie runs up the score on “Theatre of Magic.” By the time she’s won her bet and taken her money, Jimmy’s already gone. My hand-me-down ’95 Accord isn’t much, but it’s a car.

I offer to drive Aggie home, but that’s not where we’re going. She directs me to a street of identical houses, all stuck in construction for months.

It’s finally my turn to play. The table’s on Free Play, so I immediately press the Start button. The table goes dark as a disclaimer appears on the screen: The usual schpiel about how the game is unsuitable for minors, you must be older than 18 to proceed, blah blah blah. I don’t even read the disclaimer before I press the “Start” button again.

When I press the button, I hear a doorbell chime. The screen underneath the playfield cuts to somebody’s front door.

Aggie takes me by the hand and leads me in, as we climb through the plastic sheeting that covers a front window.

I faintly hear a pinball pop into the shooter lane as Ramona Lauder opens the door with those deep brown eyes and that bright devilish grin.

“This isn’t your house, is it?” I ask her.

She shakes her head in pity. “You don’t know what this place is? Seriously?”

I remember the address: 2212 Langford Drive. I’d heard rumors of a house where people went to make out. I guess Aggie sees the realization dawning on my face, because she takes me by the hand, leading me deeper into the house.

“Come on, big guy,” purrs Ramona. “Let’s play.”

“Come on, big guy,” purrs Aggie. “Let’s play.”

I see Ramona on the playfield in crystal-clear 1080p. We’re in a spotless bedroom somewhere. The walls are white, the bedsheets are red, and she’s wearing a sleek black dress on perfectly tanned skin.

There are no lights in this half-finished house. I hear the creaks of our footsteps and the soft huffs of our breath. I can’t see where I’m going, I just follow the warm touch of her hand on mine. We come to a room and she turns on a lantern that’s been left there.

“You wanna mess around?” she asks me. “I won’t ask twice.”

“Player One, don’t keep me waiting.”

I tear my eyes away from the sight of Ramona sitting on the bed, ready to go. I take stock of the game’s layout, all themed around the fantasy of having sex with the legendary porn star. Above the left outlane is the nightstand — dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, multiballs, and mystery awards, all hiding behind a scoop and a “XXX” target bank.

Above the right outlane is a “OOO” target bank. If I light those up, I’d have Ramona jerking me off, sucking me dry… I could even have my cock between her lubed-up tits.

The center target is a bed — it’s a bash toy above another target bank, there to boost the value of each shot. But I’m not playing for points right now.

There’s a secondhand (probably more like a fifth-hand) mattress on the floor. The room is otherwise remarkably clean — I can’t see any beer cans or used condoms or anything.

I’m afraid to ask, but I have to. “Why me?”

“I don’t want to be alone tonight,” she says, reclining on the mattress. “Do you?”

I pull back Batıkent Escort Bayan the plunger, timing the release with the rollover lights on the shooter lane. With all three lit at the same time, I let the ball fly.

“Mm, you’ve got skill!” she moans, as I make the skill shot. The ball drops down to the right flipper and I hit it straight to the left orbit.

“Ooh, super skill shot!” she moans louder. I barely notice the ball moving or the score going up. Ramona’s lifting up her dress, groping her ass.

I’m making out with Agatha Mars. I don’t even question it, I don’t want to break the illusion of her lips on mine. Her hands under my shirt. My hands caressing the divine curves of her backside.

The ball loops around the orbit, back to the right flipper, and I shoot it straight back into the left orbit. With every loop, Ramona is shaking and squeezing and jiggling her ass. Her moans get higher and higher with the combo.

“Wow, impressive!” The letters “R-A-M” light up on the playfield. There’s a bonus for getting all three in the same combo. I don’t even notice the score as Ramona plays with the hem of her dress, lifting it highe enough to show off her jiggling ass in those lace panties.

My hands are on her waist. I’m nervous about going any further, but then I feel her tongue in my mouth. I push my tongue deeper into her mouth as I move my hands up higher under her shirt.

Finally, a shot goes wide and I hit the nightstand. I pound the table and work the flippers, scrambling for control of the ball. I could start a mode now, but I’m not done playing with Ramona just yet. When I finally have the ball cradled, I shoot for the right ramp. I shoot it again and again. Every time the ball goes up and around, and as it zig-zags back toward the left flipper, I see Ramona playing with her nipples through the fabric of her dress.

“Ooh! Ohhh! Ahhh, you’re amazing!” Another combo, the letters “L-A-U” lit up under the right ramp. And by now, Ramona’s nipples are hard enough that I can see those erect stubs through her dress.

I lift up Aggie’s shirt. When she’s done peeling it off, I move her bra straps down to get all the room I can while I’m kissing her neck. I know I’d look like an idiot trying to take her bra off, so I clumsily rub and massage her firm breasts through the fabric cups.

Enough foreplay — it’s time for what I really came for. There’s a scoop between the center target and the right ramp, and it’s been lit up for long enough. I shank the shot. The ball goes into the inner orbit, through the spinner, and into the pop bumpers.

Ramona rubs her pussy in time with the rotating spinner. She cries out with every impact as the ball ricochets between the three pop bumpers. But her panties are still on. I have to fix that.

Aggie flips the both of us over, kissing me as she pulls my shirt off. I’m writhing at the unfamiliar sensual touch of her lips on my flesh. She takes her time enjoying this as she moves down my chest, my navel, and on to my crotch.

I can’t for the life of me hit that scoop. Somehow, every shot hits the center target, racking up playfield bonuses I don’t give a shit about. Ramona doesn’t seem to mind.

“Ooh, that feels so good!” The bash toy shakes, suggestively rattling the bed with every shot to the center target. Ramona sways her hips in a suggestive way, caressing every curve as the ball comes down and bounces between the slingshots.

“What have you got for me here?” A slingshot sent the ball straight to an “O” target. I’m scrambling to get back in control while Ramona is rubbing the bulge of my pants.

I move my hands back toward her breasts — she takes my hands and holds them away, never taking her lips off my chest.

“No, no, no,” she softly chides me, with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Hey, slow down!” A tilt warning. I could swear I didn’t shake the table that hard.

I reflexively take my hands off the machine, watching Ramona rub my cock as the ball goes down into the drain. The hell with it — time for a change of plans. I start the second ball with another skill shot, just to hear her say again how awesome I am.

I watch Ramona squeeze her ass and rub her nipples, voicing her pleasure with every shot as I miss that right target bank. Finally, all three “O” targets light up and Ramona kneels down to the bulge in my pants.

Aggie’s unzipping my pants and my breath is already short. She takes her time, slowly rubbing the bulge in my shorts. We both feel it throbbing, getting warmer and harder. She pulls down my shorts and she gasps at the sight of my dick. Her mouth is practically watering already. I don’t even care if she’s faking it. The most beautiful girl in the world, the first girl who’s ever seen me naked, and she wants to keep going.

I watch as Ramona pulls down my shorts and a giant cock springs Escort Batıkent up to greet her. Her eyes go wide and she takes my manhood in her hand. “Ooh, you’re so big! Can you get it hard for me?”

I watch her spit dribble down onto the head of my piece. She strokes me nice and slow. I know she’s teasing me, I want her to go faster, but she pushes my hands away again. I feel her hand gently gripping my shaft, stroking me up and down. My manhood is aching as it gets harder and longer.

I could rack up shots while the 2X playfield multiplier is active. I could cradle the ball and watch Ramona as she strokes to get me long and hard. There’s a timer counting down from 45 seconds until the handjob ends. Luckily, more time is added every time I hit an “O” target.

My breathing gets shallow as I see Aggie kneeling closer to my cock. I squirm as she slowly, deliberately licks the underside of my shaft, from the balls all the way to the head. I gasp every time she darts her tongue across my swollen, sensitive tip.

The slingshots save me again, sending the ball directly into the third “O” target.

Finally, Aggie puts my cock in her mouth, wrapping her smiling ruby lips tightly around my tip.

I hear Ramona playfull call out “Blowjob Multiball!” even as she takes my cock into her mouth. The shooter lane sends two more balls into the playfield, rolling on the screen that shows Ramona on her knees, effortlessly deep-throating my entire length.

I feel her tongue and her spit coating my rod. I feel her lips moving back and forth, smoothly picking up the pace with every passing second of bliss. Her soft, tight fingers are jerking my shaft up and down. I won’t move to touch her, but I can’t stop my hips from bucking into her face — she doesn’t seem to mind that.

I’ve finally got control. Two balls cradled in the left flipper and one in the right flipper — nothing on the playfield but Ramona expertly sucking me off. I see the bliss in her eyes as she takes my manhood into her mouth, savoring every inch I have to give her.

I can feel myself throbbing against her tongue. I feel her lips and her fingers pressing all around my manhood. I can feel her moaning with my cock in her mouth.

I take my time with every lit shot, faintly noticing more letters lighting up on the playfield, savoring the lust in Ramona’s voice every time she moans “Jackpot!” I’m mesmerized by the sight of my cock going back and forth, in and out of her mouth, smooth as silk. She could keep sucking me off forever, just like this. I don’t even notice the double-drain until the last minute, and my third ball is lost while I struggle for control.

She takes my cock out of her mouth, but she doesn’t quit stroking me. I’m still on my back, completely naked, and she’s still clothed.

“You ready to fuck?” she asks me. I can only nod.

She leans in closer, her cheek on mine, her lips brushing my ear. “I want to hear you say it.”

The last ball of the game pops into the shooter lane. I don’t even bother with the skill shot this time — I know what I want, and I’m getting it.

Aggie takes a condom out of her back pocket and hands it to me. “Here, put this on.”

I finally shoot the ball into that damn scoop, and a menu appears on the playfield, below Ramona. I let the timer run as Ramona finally drops her dress to the floor.

Aggie turns away from me, bending over and jerking her ass side to side, shimmying out of her skintight jean shorts. She stands up so I can see the moment her bra unclasps. But she holds the loose bra to her chest, teasing me as she turns around.

She’s got nothing on but black lace panties. I can see the iconic rose tattoo on her left hip.

I feel her plain cotton panties on my swollen rod as she straddles me, getting my face close and tight to her chest as she throws her bra to the side.

Every day for the past fifteen years, I thanked God that Ramona never went for fake breasts. She only ever had A-cups, but they were so firm and so perky, she could keep on playing a teenager well into her twenties. Her caramel nipples were so perfectly placed, so distinct, so beautifully shaped, why stretch them out with implants? And anyway, her ass was always the real moneymaker.

She grinds her crotch against mine for a few seconds. Even through her panties, I feel her moist warmth against my cock and I’m aching with need. I feel her thick, powerful thighs rubbing on mine, rocking that round, supple ass back and forth against my engorged rod.

Ramona lies down on the bed, face-up. With that mischievous glint in her eye, she stretches her legs skyward and peels off her panties. I step between her legs and she’s spreading open a tight shaven pussy.

Aggie takes my hands, putting them on her hips. I take the invitation and I slide down her panties to see a thick, glorious bush of dark brown curls.

Thanks to that last multiball, the name “R-A-M O-N-A L-A-U D-E-R” is now fully lit on the playfield. Doggy, missionary, cowgirl, and reverse cowgirl — four modes unlocked. I make my selection with the flippers. I know exactly how I want her, and I want her face-up with her sweet, statuesque ass on the edge of the bed.

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A College Education Pt. 02

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The week flew by for Josh in a blur of tests and work assignments, barely able to take a moment to think about what Lexi had done for him. Every class, his head was full of thoughts of Lexi, drenched in his seed, bouncing in front of him, scooping every ounce of cum from her cleavage and licking her soft, full lips clean afterward. Every thought of her made his length surge in his jeans, leading to a few inquisitive stares from class-mates next to him. Finally, the weekend arrived, bringing peace and solitude for Josh, able to soak in what had happened and play it back in his mind. Lying in his bed on Saturday morning watching the sun-rise, Josh felt at home in his own body for once, smiling contently to himself. His phone buzzed, disturbing his dawn daydreaming. Flicking to the message, he grinned softly, feeling a similar warm rush over his body.

Hey big boy, want to do something today? I have some shopping to do, meet me in town? Lexi x?

Though shopping with a girl wasn’t his normal idea of fun on a Saturday, something about Lexi made his heart beat that bit faster. She was intelligent, one of the smartest girls around, but something in her eyes screamed for sex. She hadn’t run from the sight of his package, instead had been craving more, texting him almost everyday since. Today would be the first opportunity for them to be together again, and Josh couldn’t wait.

They met at a coffee bar, surrounded by groups of students from campus. It seemed as though everyone was taking the chance to recharge their batteries in the baking sunshine, and Josh almost looked out of place as one of the only people not wearing shorts. Lexi hugged him closely, smiling widely at the first sight of him since the eventful night in the week. His tight fitting T-shirt and custom jeans showed off his sculpted body, while hiding the enormous length between his legs. Lexi licked her lips, feeling her pussy moisten at the thought of his monster, barely able to stop herself from ripping off his jeans and blowing him in the street.

They walked hand in hand through the mall, window shopping and chatting about their weeks. Josh couldn’t help but admire her behind as she walked in front of him, swaying from side to side in her shortest skirt. She knew he was watching and paused to adjust her shoes, bending over in front of him giving Josh a flash of cheek, covered only by a tiny thong. Josh could feel a surge of lust Yenikent Escort in his crotch, breathing deeply as the blood rushed to his member, trying not to cause a scene in public. He enjoyed showing Lexi, but wasn’t sure he was ready to put himself on show for all to see.

As the mall ended, they escaped the masses of people and wandered the back streets of the town, passing small coffee shops and record stores. Lexi began walking in front, pulling Josh aggressively down an alley, an area Josh had never seen. Before Josh could ask where they were, they rounded a corner and stood in front of a shyly hidden away sex store. Lexi looked back at him, giggling and inviting him in.

?”This place is my favorite, and I need some…supplies, for later on tonight,”? she said with a wink, stirring Josh’s crotch again. He followed her inside slowly, his mind already flooding thoughts of what she had in mind.

After stepping inside, Josh stared, amazed by the sight in front of him. He had never been inside a shop like this, though it was everything he had imagined and hoped it would be like. He was like any other guy and had seen his fair share of porn, his computer hiding a wide variety of hardcore movies, but he was still slightly surprised by the depravity of the store. Everything was on display, proudly for all to see.

Lexi waved at the clerk at the front of the store, now recognized by the staff for her regular appearances. She wandered down the aisle of DVDs, flicking through the new titles absent mindedly, humming to herself while looking over her shoulder, giggling at the look of shock on Josh’s face. She turned her attention back to the new releases, looking for anything she hadn’t already downloaded. Disappointed at the selection on offer, Lexi walked further into the store, walking confidently, knowing exactly what she needed.

Josh meanwhile wandered around, catching the eye of several of the female shop assistants, several of whom were showing off some of the costumes on offer in the store, and leaving very little to the imagination. His gaze passed over a bank of television screens, each showing a scene from a new movie, with a wide variety of bodies thrusting and heaving. He had seen his fair share of porn, and delved into worlds far more extreme online than the group sex scene on the main scene. He blushed at the thought of his online viewing history, Yenikent Escort Bayan moving to the next aisle. His sexual tastes had always been private to him, along with his other habits and secrets. Now Lexi was close to discovering everything about him, he just hoped she wouldn’t run.

Lexi quickly filled her basket with an assortment of items, eager to hide her choices from Josh and keep it as a surprise, while also eager to get home and start to play. In an ideal world, she would buy everything in the store, but her loans could barely cover food for a week let alone as many toys as she desired. Satisfied with her choices, she moved to the cashier, chatting freely with the staff there, remembering the awkwardness of her first visit. She had told about the store by a friend, and made the trip in an attempt to explore new options when alone at night, her hormones raging. Porn had opened her eyes to a huge variety of acts, and she wanted to test her boundaries. But when she arrived, she was almost frozen to the spot, tempted to shoplift rather than show off what perverted items she was buying. Now, she was at home with her sexual side, though wouldn’t ever broadcast her fantasies around campus, and the bottom of her wardrobe hid her favorite toys from view.

Lexi stepped back out into the blazing sun, her eyes taking a while to adjust from the darkness of the store, eventually focusing on Josh stood against wall opposite the store. Clutching her brown bags, she skipped over to him, planting a heavy kiss on his lips and flicking her tongue across his. Josh moaned into the kiss, pulling Lexi into his body, yearning to take her right there and then in the alleyway. He finally broke away, resisting his urges and trying to calm himself, feeling the blood rush back to his brain as his jeans slackened enough to walk again. Lexi giggled, loving how she could affect him, pumping him up for later on, though she knew he didn’t need any warming up.

“So, are you going to show me what’s in the bag?”? Josh asked, his curiosity piquing. The bags looked heavy and full, he been able to make out some basic shapes but was none the wiser as to the contents. Her eyes burned with a wild passion, but Lexi had a reputation for being quiet and studious, though friendly with am extremely wild side after a few drinks. Since she found out his secret and blown him with such passion and lust, Escort Yenikent he had wondered if she was as innocent as she looked. The trip to the store had only enticed him further, and he couldn’t wait to find out.

Lexi giggled, whipping the bags behind her back with a grin, wagging a finger playfully in his face. “?Not until later big boy…but don’t worry, it will be worth it”? she smirked, tapping his crotch with her fingertips, her touch fast enough to not be noticed in the streets, but enough to send a rush of energy through his body.

They stopped for a late lunch, gossiping about classmates as Josh tried to resist peeking into the bags at their feet. Their conversation flowed, pausing briefly to order from the waitress, Lexi doing her best to put Josh off by running her bare foot along his leg under the table. She pressed her toes firmly against his shaft through his pants, giggling as Josh stammered through his order, clearly losing all ability to talk as his monster grew at her touch. The waitress finally left and Josh stared into Lexi’s eyes, growling softly as the teasing continued.

The sandwiches came quickly and Lexi eased off, her chair growing wetter by the second at the thought of Josh’s weapon, waiting to be released on her later. She ate slowly, licking her fingers clean seductively, smiling sweetly at Josh as she sucked her fingers deeper than she needed to, watching the fire burn in his eyes in reaction.

The walk back to the dorms seemed to take an age for Josh, his urges close to boiling over from the day of temptations. His boxers strained under the pressure, his balls were swollen and heavy with a huge load. Lexi could tell from the way he walked, his stride becoming wider as he struggled with his throbbing length strapped to his thigh. She smiled to herself as they walked into the front entrance, jumping in the elevator side by side. Josh couldn’t take it much more and pulled Lexi into him roughly, before pushing her against the wall of the elevator, kissing her neck roughly. The sudden passion made her drop the brown bags in shock, spilling their contents onto the floor loudly. She melted into him, lust shooting through her body at the feel of his size growing rapidly against her.

Josh paused for a second, looking down slowly. He surveyed the floor as Lexi smiled shyly, her surprise unveiling coming slightly sooner than anticipated. Josh dropped his jaw in amazement, now more aroused than ever at the realization of just what Lexi had in mind for tonight. He looked back into her eyes as the elevator pinged for their floor, kissing her tenderly before slowly bursting out in laughter, his mouth still pressed against hers. Tonight was going to be a crazy night.

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I have always been a kind of sensitive type. I check many of the boxes when it comes to being a bit on the jumpy side. My zodiac sign is Pisces. My Chinese horoscope sign is the rabbit, one of the gentler creatures. It pains me that I’m not the kind of guy to roar, and haven’t been such a kind, most of my life.

And that manifests itself, often, in anxiety. If someone could watch my thoughts and negative daydreams on a video monitor, they’d see a lot of self-torment in scenarios of being shamed by others, being mocked, being disrespected, even over my brand of sexuality — I have a navel fetish, which is incredibly rare in the gay community. Very few other guys are into this, and I feel like a minority within a minority.

Thankfully, I have someone who believes in me — my main squeeze, Brett. Brett has a quiet confidence about him, and can stand his ground when he needs to. Even though he’s a Cancer, another water sign, he has no problems speaking up when someone comes “at” him (or me). I looked at his chart once and he’s Taurus rising — and bulls know how to charge, when needed.

This confidence Brett has isn’t just limited to his self-esteem — it extends to his body as well. Brett is the kind of hottie who absolutely loves showing off his midriff and bellybutton in what used to be called half-shirts, more recently called crop-tops, a garment that’s essentially nothing other than a short-sleeve (usually) T-shirt, cut horizontally about two thirds of the way down, with the lower section removed to reveal the stomach and navel areas on a guy. Me, having a navel fetish, these are my favorite garments on guys in general, and on Brett in particular. The sexiest “line” to me is the edge of a crop-top where the lower edge of the shirt stops, and the bared, smooth skin of a male midriff begins. Few things are more sublime for me.

And Brett knows all this, too. He knows it gets my crotch revved up when I see his lovely form daring showing off his bellybutton in such a garment. I get even hornier if he dares to wear a crop-top in a public place like outside in a park, or at a shopping mall. It’s a shirt I would never wear for myself. My midsection isn’t nearly as pretty as his. “It’s a privilege, not a right,” one of my gay friends intoned, deadpan, years ago, to me.

I must have a touch of the bad-boy/being caught in public thing as a partial turn on, because I think it’s so … risque, I suppose… for a guy to show off his bellybutton, and the cuter he and his bellybutton are, and the more “inappropriate” the venue, the more aroused I get. Many such guys don’t think anything of unwittingly flaunting my sexual desire object in front of me, and that adds to the allure (and the madness at times).

That Brett consistently pulls it off — even in chilly weather — amazes me. I have seen him wear a sort of sweater crop-top, with long sleeves, cut really low, just enough for a two-inch band of his stomach and deep, sensous, sloping, oval innie navel (think of a long, soft, slit an inch long) to show through. I’ve never come on the spot viewing him this way, but I’m remaining hopeful it will happen.

I am very grateful to the universe that this lovely guy was sent into my life, because for some inexplicable reason, he finds me sexy, too. Being a Cancer guy, he’s all about chests, so he loves playing with my nipples, flicking them, licking them, nuzzling them. The very first touch of his fingers after we climb in the sack and he’s got my shirt off, and I’m on my back, is sheer heaven. I feel a touch of sorrow for guys who have large nipples but can’t feel anything sexual when they’re touched.

Like Gülveren Escort me, also, he has a navel fetish, so we truly complement each other. He’s come on my stomach also, often after I’ve finished on his. In this respect we could not be a better match sexually.

One particular evening, though, he gave me a huge gift. I had just completed a week of work that had drained me. I don’t have the smartest coworkers. I’m thankful I work remotely so I don’t have to be around them, but knowing they’re there is still a bit of a mental drain on my mind.

There were other personal issues that were on my mind as well. My finances were okay, but not where I wanted them to be. I had some fretfulness about my future in general. Could I continue in the career I was in with all the changes I’d observed? I wasn’t getting any younger and a new crop of folks shows up every year in my field.

I had also experienced some drifting in some of my friendships with others I’d known for years. They seemed to be mentally checking out in various ways and forms, the most common of which was silence. I’ve heard people say that some relationships should be “fought” for. I tried that once. It rarely worked for me, and the others usually didn’t change. So if someone was making noises that they wanted out, I didn’t bother fighting it. Unfortunately for me, that left more and more holes in my sense of community, in my sense of knowing others who had my back. And while developing a sense of emotional independence was a plus, there were times I thought, what would I do if things got hard? It’s a good thing I have Brett, at least.

I talk with Brett a lot about my concerns, my anxieties. He’s always kind and I invariably feel better after unburdening myself before him.

I was laying on the bed, face up, not feeling much of anything this one evening. It was close to bedtime, Friday night. The weekend, my time to sleep in and relax a bit more.

He entered the room, wearing a rather racy outfit. It was what could arguably be called a club outfit. It had a long-sleeve top, dark blue, with leather accents on the chest. A pair of black, khaki pants complemented it. It was a simple but stylish outfit, something an Italian clothing designer would have put together.

But there were a couple of features to this look that made my shaft stand up firmly. The first was that the long-sleeve shirt was cut like a half-shirt, making it a long-sleeve crop-top. A two- to three-inch gap from the lower edge of the shirt to the top edge of his slacks’ waistband revealed his smooth, warm, creamy, hairless midsection and his oval innie slit of a bellybutton which I’d always enjoyed all the time we’ve been together.

Surrounding his bellybutton, written in what appeared to be eyebrow pencil, was the word “COURAGE” in capital letters. The letter “C” was to the left of his bellybutton, and the letters “URAGE” were to its right. His lovely navel was the “o”.

For a split second I was breathless, admiring this erotic look.

“You like it?” he asked me, gently.

“Oh, yes,” I said quietly but emphatically. “Is that for me?”

“Yes,” Brett said, “It’s for you. I’m going to use my bellybutton to give you a shot of it.”

“But…how?” I wondered, aloud.

“I’m not exactly sure, either,” Brett quietly responded. “But I just know it’s going to work.”

I briefly exhaled, inwardly delighted by the creativity.

“I am so lucky to have you,” I said, looking at him.

He came over to the bed, where I was on my back. He leaned over and gathered me up in his arms, drawing me Escort Gülveren to his chest, hugging me warmly and gently. He kissed me on my cheeks and neck as quick pecks a couple of times, and I reached back and held him around his shoulders, doing the same.

He softly stroked the side of my face with his hands, which have always been unfailingly soft and supple. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to fully experience his touch. A moment later, I reached up, and lovingly ran my fingers through his luscious, dark locks. He always loves having his hair toussled by me.

After a few minutes of this, he laid me back down on the bed, and slowly raised my T-shirt on my body, raising it over my head, and removing it, then tossing it aside. My eyes gazed at his bellybutton, with the word “COURAGE” scrawled around it.

I began to feel his fingers grazing my upper chest, with his fingers circling my nipples, teasing me. He had to have done it at least a half-dozen times. His kind face was perhaps a foot away from mine. I could feel some of his body heat. His eyes were on my nipples, almost lecherously.

He dragged his fingers in a sort of concentrically tighter pattern, getting ever closer to my nipples, which were getting harder by the moment in the slightly cool air of the bedroom.

And then both his fingers crossed the center of my nipples, making contact with their most senstive part. I involuntarily let out a moan of pleasure as he dug in with his fingers a bit more, pressing on them, tweaking them, fully playing with them.

He teased my nipples for what seemed like five or ten minutes. I felt my shaft gettnig firmer and harder, the semen flowing strongly into it. Then he sat up briefly, allowing me to see his bellybutton again.

He took my right hand and brought it to his navel, my index finger feeling the warm perimeter of the narrow opening. He guided my finger, pleasuring his innie with my hand. Brett’s told me that if his bellybutton is fingered the right way, he can come from the stimulation. He had closed his eyes and was enjoying using my hand and finger as a sort of sex toy.

I was practically entranced at this point. I watched my finger — being guided by his hand — as he caressed his bellybutton with my finger, pressing it into the deepest, lowest part of it, warm and soft. He seemed to be in a trance also — his head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. He was very into this.

Minutes later, he stopped and undid my pants and slipped them off fairly smoothly, then did the same thing a moment later with my boxer briefts. I was now completely naked in front of him, he was in this visually provocative outfit with his bellybutton showing.

He reached for one of the cock rings I keep by my bed, and carefully taking my scrotum in his hand, slipped it through the opening in the ring, making it snug and tight. It felt wonderful. I maintained a gaze at his bellybutton, loving what I was seeing and experiencing.

Presently, he began to masturbate me the way he’s always done. There is just something about Brett’s stroking that is perfect. I’ve been with other guys whose touch was too heavy, too light, too scattered. Not Brett. He gets how my dick feels and what it wants to do. There’s never a need for him to lube up, either — because his hands and body are soft enough, a pleasant friction turns me on. He has rubbed my cock against his stomach and navel before, with me coming on both. But this time, he was doing the work with his hands only.

“I’m going to give you a bit more courage,” he almost whispered as he was masturbating Gülveren Escort me. I was breathing more heavily at this point, and the sensation was wonderful — my guy, doing what he does so well, to me.

I felt semen rising from my scrotum up into my shaft, getting closer to the point of inevitability, enjoying the slow, sensuous ride I was feeling. Occasionally, he would pause, and then start up again, to vary the motions, the rhythms, everything. And the more I looked at Brett’s bellybutton, the closer I got to coming — this beautiful guy, my boyfriend, my lover, with his navel showing.

Over time, Brett and I have gotten pretty sharp at knowing when we’re about to ejaculate. I’m not as good as he is, but I’m continuing to hope I get better. Brett had me getting closer, closer. The crown of my penis was hovering in front of his bellybutton even as his hand was devotedly stroking it steadily and lovingly.

“Aim for the O,” he whispered.

“Hmm?” I said in my half-hypnotized state.

“Aim for the O,” he whispered again.

And I looked at the “O” in “COURAGE” written on his stomach, except it was looking at this thin, oval, deep bellybutton in the middle of his smooth, warm curve of his abdomen, and seeing his fingers working my penis, and stroking the shaft, and massinging the crown of it, and it felt so good, so very, very good, and I was almost there, almost there…

“Aim for the O,” he whispered another time, with his fingers delivering a set of fluttering strokes on the underside of my penis that were unbelievably powerful.

I saw a first blast of semen hit the middle of his bellybutton, changing his dark line of a navel into a gray-white, syrupy mini-stream, completely overflowing the letter “O” he had written around it. A second glob escaped me, hitting his bellybutton a second time, with more cum hitting the other letters scrawled on his stomach, and running down the side.

I had begun moaning aloud by this point. I absolutely could not help it. It felt unbelievable. He did not relent, continuing to masturbate my penis, as another two thick globs of semen hit his stomach. One jetted higher, hitting the chest of his shirt top. I even felt one of the jets come back on myself, hitting my lower chest.

After about a half-dozen spews of my jizz, he paused, but still continued to hold my shaft in his fingers. I looked at this stomach and bellybutton. His innie was totally wet with semen, and it was oozing down his front. The word he’d written around it was now partly obscured and even smudged with globs of cum covering parts of it.

“How do you feel?” he said, with a slight smile.

“Fantastic,” was all I could manage. I was feeling physical ecstasy in the afterburn of a powerful ejaculation. I felt the warm of the power of the coming in many parts of my body.

It dawned on me, then, that the courage he was trying to impart to me through his bellybutton and this erotic gift he gave me wasn’t just about my self-esteem or confidence. He wanted me to the full courage of enjoying my navel fetish with unbridled joy, and my sexuality in general, without inhibition, and with total abandon.

And then, feeling a deep swell of gratitude, I slowly sat up, brought my face to his blissfully sloppy, wet, slippery stomach opening in his long-sleeve top, implainting a long kiss on his bellybutton, in the middle of all the fluid he had jerked out of me, feeling the semen on the inside of my mouth. Then I kissed it again. And again, firmly pressing my lips into the middle of his navel, into the warm fluid I had squirted moments before. I heard his breathing starting to quicken. I kissed his bellybutton again and again, with all the affection, the love, the admiration for this individual who wanted the best for me, who wanted me to know he had my back even if no one else did. I put all my love into my lips on him.

And then, moaning aloud, he came.

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Ana Sparkle is a smoking fetish model, openly selling her extremely devoted, prominent high dependency nicotine addiction. There is also amongst her output is a focus on the dark side of the fetish with a love of the damage that she is doing her lungs with every tar laden cigarette that she smokes.

This short story has been created from a conversation on Reddit with Ana.

Ana Sparkle is a twenty-eight-year-old dark eyed, dark haired beauty from Romania. She is very much a self-declared heavy smoker. In any twenty-four hours she will smoke between three and five packs of cigarettes. This will very much depend on her moods, and how much coffee she is drinking. She loves drinking coffee as much as she likes smoking cigarettes.

She started smoking relatively young, her first cigarette was when she was fifteen. It was a decision made because of peer pressure at school. She did not want to be seen as the uncool one. It was just a joke to start with. But for Ana, from that carefree giggling laugh before being handed a cigarette to taking a drag, to the twisted pleasure that she got from the subsequent hacking cough after inhaling. As such that she just to persevere and have that second cigarette, and then a third. She enjoyed the coughs; but more importantly she absolutely loved the nicotine rush. She found that between the splutters that she really liked cigarettes. Her family certainly did not approve, of her liking cigarettes. Even now are very much disapproving of her smoking habit. Also, unfortunately for Ana no one else in her family smokes. She is alone in that regard with her desire to smoke.

For Ana the fascination of smoking and the pleasure that it gave her, it was not a long process of her to increase her consumption and smoking rate. She became utterly fascinated by cigarettes and what smoking them did for her. She just loved the nicotine rush and the feeling it gave her.

Once she had finished school, she had to earn money to pay for her cigarettes. She was smoking so many it was getting expensive. As such she then went to work in a local shoe factory. But by then Ana was very much devoted to her cigarette addiction. So much so that once she had got paid, by the end of the week her whole salary would be gone. As she spent everything that she had buying cartons of cigarettes. She just loved to smoke them that much.

With her passion of smoking, she soon discovered that she could not hold down a proper job. It was all very well smoking Hüseyingazi Escort in the morning and in the evenings. But she found that she just had to stop working so frequently to have a much-needed cigarette break. With her all-controlling addiction to nicotine, even back then then Ana could not go much longer than thirty minutes before needing to stop what she was doing to light a cigarette. Eventually management cottoned on to how little work Ana was doing and how much time she was outside. She then just had to quit the shoe factory.

She doesn’t care at the end of the day that her whole-body smells of her cigarettes, as it’s her. Other people have to live with it. She hopes people accept her for who she is. A very heavy smoker.

Her desire to smoke meant that one day when out shopping she had momentarily lost herself as she had been focused on choosing new clothes to wear. After gathering up the selection of clothes she headed off to the changing room just to make sure that they were the right size. She had spent so much time choosing the items. It was only then sitting on the little wooden bench having got undressed and sitting there just her underwear that she very much needed to smoke.

The cigarette was soon out, and she was very much decently dressed when the police turned up. She just had to accept the ticket and fine. She reluctantly knew that it is part of her heavy addiction to nicotine. She should have popped out first, had a cigarette and then gone back in. But at that moment in time sitting there on her own, she had just needed to smoke. The effort involved to get dressed and head outside into the cold had been too much. Unsurprisingly she has really found that she cannot go too long without a cigarette. It doesn’t matter where she is, she is going to light one anyway.

Ana already smoked heavily, at least her three packs a day until one day she found on the internet that she had the potential make money from her addiction. That men will actively crave her beauty and fund her addiction. She revels in the fact that there were lots of people out there who were fascinated with her heavy smoking. She can easily mix her natural beauty with her desire for cigarettes and make money whilst enjoying her smoke.

Her morning routine, having probably already awoken in the middle of the night to smoke a couple of her much needed cigarettes, is that after coughing a lot, she will not leave her bed until she had smoked Hüseyingazi Escort Bayan between three and five. Only then with her lungs partially happy will she finally get herself out of bed and head to her kitchenette. She cannot rush her mornings. Once there she will focus on drinking her first of several morning coffees and of course lighting her first of many cigarettes. She won’t really move for a while. All this means that before she has a shower or gets her make up done to go on camera, she will have smoked between 12 and 15 of her Kent 100’s.

Ana will have smoked practically a pack of Kent’s just for breakfast. She had experimented with other brands, but they were just too weak. She knows that her lungs love the nicotine from her Kents far too much.

She also knows nicotine is running her life, the rhythm of cigarettes is in control of her, not the other way around. The idea of smoking multiple cigarettes at once, gives her both pleasure of the rush of nicotine and added layers of tar that her men love watching her do. It’s a win, win for both of them.

Ana has to take the bus to the nearby city to buy her cigarettes. It’s a trip she needs to do at least three times a week trip to buy a carton. Sometimes one carton will last three days, but more often just two.

Ana is fully aware of what smoking is doing to her energy levels. Filling her lungs with tar means that three times a week that she has to catch the bus, she gives herself an hour or so that she does not have to run. She literally cannot get off the bus and light her cigarette fast enough. The whole journey is like torture, being stuck in a claustrophobic tube with no ability to smoke.

Whenever she goes anywhere, she always now takes her time; she cannot rush, her body won’t allow it. As Ana knows that would easily tire herself out. Climbing stairs, or any physical activity is extremely hard work on her lungs and body. She knows that she cannot sprint any longer. Things just take their time, as if she is to go any quicker, her lungs would be far too easily winded.

For Ana her smoking levels have not actually increased because of selling herself on camera, her smoking levels were already high. Sitting there smoking on camera is not a problem for her. She would be sitting there smoking anyway. Men might as well enjoy her, and she might as well get paid for doing it.

Ana loves that she has got a smoker’s cough, it’s a mark of her Escort Hüseyingazi years of enjoyment of cigarettes. She does not see that for a reason not to smoke. Even after waking up, coughing a lot, then smoking hard on those first cigarettes of the day she will then struggle to breath and feel extremely lightheaded, she does not see that as a problem. She enjoys it.

Her friends and family do not agree with her heavy addition and are genuinely concerned for her. But to Ana, her addiction comes first. Everyone has to deal with it. As it’s her.

She does occasionally think about the long-term future, her main concern at the moment is to pass her driving test and then buy a car, as well of course- keep smoking. The idea of driving herself to the shop to buy cigarettes, whilst smoking a cigarette or two is her aim. Currently the whole effort of slowly walking to the bus stop and then spending time sitting on the bus for far too long without a smoke, is just so hard for her now.

Ana has managed to solve one problem. So that she can learn to drive, she has found a nice driving instructor who will let her smoke whilst she drives. Her excuse is that her smoking makes her calmer. She cannot be dealing with the stress of learning to drive without a cigarette. She also cannot afford to keep stopping the car for a cigarette break. She is currently intensively learning two hours a day, three times a week. Her continued smoking lets her focus on the road, not on that building nagging feeling of needing a cigarette that would happen with being stuck in car for two hours. She has only been learning for two weeks and has already determined that she cannot cope with the stress of the road without smoking. She hopes that her driving becomes as reactionary and natural as her lighting a cigarette.

Also, whilst looking forward to the future, Ana likes the idea of having children, she loves the idea of being a mum. This will of course all depend on if she can meet the right man. That relationship will have to be on her terms; they will have to accept that she is a very heavy smoker. At the moment the idea of having a family is not completely ruled out. But the very idea of cutting back her consumption of cigarettes is not currently something that she can thing about. She believes even then that she might still have to smoke a little. However, at this moment in time, there is no possibility of a child, and she does not contemplate ever quitting. She just needs to smoke.

Ana is aware that she has a future. But currently living in the smoke-filled moment and enjoying the process of continuously lighting up her much-loved cigarettes. She knows that she still needs to keep continuously and repetitively feeding her lungs with smoke, and her bloodstream with the desired nicotine.

The End

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Roger felt at the end of his threshold again. Sarah’s teeth had a dog’s hold on his nipple which both brought him to a huge sexual height and pain at the same time. She had brought him almost to tears again then guided him down stroking his cock or licking his nipples. She had started by gently biting his nipples and crossing his arse cheeks with her crop. Tied by the wrists to a roof beam in the lounge room he clenched his butt and involuntarily thrust his dripping erection out. Sarah loved that. Snap! Her crop whipped across it and then again and again. He groaned and then again her crop whipped – this time on his balls. As he squinted she stroked the shaft of his now drooping cock, bringing it back to full hardness. Again he groaned though this time without wincing. She grabbed his balls and rolled them in her hand then squeezed them hard, pulling them down roughly at the same time. His legs wobbled as he gasped. Sarah had been cycling him through pleasure and pain for an hour or so now. Standing back she brought her crop down on his arse several times quickly, his cheeks clenching as he called out. Then she knelt down in front of him and gave his cock a little head. He was becoming broken down now to the point he would do anything she asked. He wanted sex of any kind.

Sitting down on the couch she started looking at some internet porn on the laptop. Roger could see Sarah was watching four men, two white two black, standing naked while one clothed woman inspected their bodies. The dominatrix tweaked their nipples and grabbed their cocks roughly. As she lay on the bed they started undressing and caressing her. Sarah started rubbing her clitoris as the men started pulling their big cocks in readiness. One of the black guys’ cock was huge too. They wasted no time in feeding their cocks into her – one in her mouth and one pushing gently into her pussy. Sarah rubbed quicker as the other men played roughly with each others cocks. A white guy then started sucking the massive black cock.

Roger was rock hard Boğaziçi Escort now with pre-cum oozing. Sarah now needed fucking. She got up, turned the laptop to face Roger then backed her beautiful arse (ornamented with expensive suspenders and stockings) toward Roger’s throbbing cock. She was so wet it easily slipped in and she pushed right onto him whilst the woman on screen shared the cock she was sucking with the man who was fucking her. She let Roger pump her hard and fast – she just wanted some hard cock in her now. Sarah reached between her legs and grabbed Rogers balls again squeezing them roughly. He couldn’t hold on letting out an animalistic moan and spurted his hot come deep inside her. Sarah actually felt its heat and pressure and shook with a small orgasm. It wasn’t enough for her though. Not by any means.

Sliding off his cock Sarah felt the come dripping. She loosened the rope allowing him to rest on his knees on the carpet though still with his hands tied well above his head. This time she pushed her pussy into his face, whipping the crop across his back and cheeks. Roger obediently licked his cum from her and sucked at her engorged clitorus. It was incredibly wet buried in there and he could only grab little breaths here and there as Sarah pushed his face into her. On screen was now an orgy on the bed with another guy and girl joining in to the mix of flesh. His cock was gorging and becoming thick and hard again. With each whip on his arse he instinctively clenched the muscles which lifted his cock. Sarah pulled his face into her for longer periods now. She held him tight as her orgasm built and burst. She ground herself hard on Roger as each wave of the orgasm washed through her.

Roger heard the doorbell ring… what?! Who would be coming round at this time of night? Fuck – not now! Sarah pulled a silk dressing gown around her and went to the front, closing the lounge room door. What was she doing?! He heard a man’s voice then another – in conversation with Sarah. Escort Boğaziçi They were jovial and laughing. Why wasn’t she turning them away? Then THREE men walked into the lounge with Sarah! Roger didn’t know how to hide his vulnerability and, essentially in shock, just stayed naked on his knees with Sarah and his juices all over his face and whip marks on his back and arse.

One man was carrying a video camera and was now plugging it into the television. He was telling Sarah how they had just been out dogging and had found this very horny couple in their car in a nearby bush car park and had filmed the whole thing. Sarah sat down on the couch to watch and two of the men sat either side of her. The third man walked up to Roger unzipped his trousers and put his cock up to Roger’s face. Sarah said “suck it Roger and make it hard for me – you know you want to”. He opened his mouth slowly and took the head in. It tasted richly of sex and it was intoxicating for him. He began pulling most of that large cock in and out of his mouth.

The video showed the men walking up to 4wd van where a good looking couple were heavily petting each other, their hands groping and pulling clothes open. The woman had an incredible figure — large-sh beasts, tall with great legs and cheeky eyes. She nodded and they opened the doors and reached in from both sides rubbing her breast and thigh, and reaching for his cock. The camera panned from its operator’s hand on the driver’s cock to the woman’s legs parting for a stranger’s hand, then up to her mouth taking the other man’s cock into her mouth. Just behind that was the large cock which Roger was passionately now sucking

Roger glimpsed up to see Sarah absentmindedly playing with the cocks of each of the men on either side of her. They had now pulled her gown apart, her legs were spread and the men fondling listing. One man was licking and biting from her neck to her heaving breast. Now her hands grabbed the rock hard cocks roughly. She badly Boğaziçi Escort Bayan needed merciless fucking.

The big cock that was almost overwhelming Roger’s mouth withdrew. The two men next to Sarah picked her up and the big cock’s owner slid under her. She was then slowly lowered down onto that fantastic hard cock which was nicely lubed from Roger’s mouth. it was massive and her groan was long and loud as it filled her. It seemed an eternity as it went deeper and deeper as they lowered her. Finally she was completely impaled on it. She rested there for a moment and felt her neck being kissed again. She let out another heavy groan as his teeth gently clamped on her neck. She shocked herself when she called out “fuck me, fuck me now”! The third man had loosened Roger’s tether enough for him to be brought between Sarah’s legs and have his face pushed into her clit. He began licking and sucking her exposed clit and the big cock he had enjoyed so much before started pumping hard in and out of her. As he opened his eyes he could see it glistening with juices before pounding back in. He found the rope had been loosened enough for him to grab his own hard dick. It wouldn’t take much to send him over.

Sarah was in sheer ecstasy now with the third man licking her breasts and his hard cock in one hand. The other hand was holding the other cock but was being helped by its owner to pleasure. She was now about to burst. Her orgasm was building strongly. Then it all started. The cock she was helping to pleasure squirted its first rope of cum splashing onto her stomach and Rogers face. The second and third ropes landed on her breasts where the other man was licking. So then he couldn’t help himself and she felt his cock swell and start spurting his hot cum onto her belly and onto Roger too. It was like an avalanche as they all started cuming. Sarah went beyond control as the big cock inside her started spurting what felt like a gallon of hot cum into her at the same time as her orgasm rocked her. This great cock combined with Roger’s tongue gave her the heaviest orgasm she had ever felt. Roger was cuming squirting his hot juice onto her leg now too, his mouth groaning into her orgasm wracked pussy.

Something similar had happened on the video too. They had recovered enough to be saying “lets go to Sarah’s”

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The Imprisoned Spirit

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THE IMPRISONED SPIRIT

BY CF

Note:-The era of this story is early 1970’s.

CHAPTER 1

My sister had been on my case for 2 weeks to get out of my flat and stop working 18 hours a day, (when I wasn’t driving around the country like a lunatic), to attend a party her best buddy was throwing in honour of some achievement she had accomplished. At this time, I was working my way up in the consultancy and making huge strides, having introduced a computer to the company – ok it was an HP which could process 32 simple mathematical actions – but this made calculations 3 times faster and pushed my productivity through the roof.

Like all good managers, my boss responded by giving me 3 times the work – so much for recognition! But it was being noticed, and I had got into 18 hour days to create spare time, which together with weekends, were spent on preparing and racing my rally car, hence the sisterly nag! My social life consisted of much booze consumption after a rally, and that really left zero time for anything to do with the fairer sex.

So I went along to the party with a clear plan to make myself visible, and then after a decent interval, slip out to the motor club for a nice night with the guys. The do was being held on the entire 8th floor of a rather upmarket apartment building, and the lift was a private one which opened into the actual apartment – very chic, and obviously very expensive! So I grabbed a beer, and mingled and danced with a few of the unattached women, while politely declining several offers of weed, as well as the odd pill, and even one dose of acid! I was never into the drugs, and confined myself to nicotine and booze, which I thought were dangerous enough!

A couple of beers later, my bladder sent me a message, and I went off to find a loo. As I walked down the passage to where I thought I could find a bathroom, I came across a couple ahead of me, who had stood out when I was in the main room, by virtue of the woman being in a wheelchair, which in itself was slightly abnormal as she was in a semi-reclining position with her head fully supported, but was very smartly dressed with strappy high heeled shoes on her feet. They were pretty obviously having a mother of a fight, as the voices were rising – hers, a slightly hoarse and almost breathless sounding one. The conversation ended with her screaming quite clearly at him to “Fuck off and go get her to suck you off! You are fired!”

At this point, I fortunately managed to duck into a room, and luckily there found an en-suite bathroom and relieved my pretty full bladder. While in the relative quiet of the bathroom, I recalled seeing this woman earlier, and seeing her holding a glass between her two hands, but not actually having her fingers around the glass, so the glass was trapped between two fists. The light was pretty crap, so making out much more had not really been possible, although I did get the impression that her hands and arms were very emaciated.

I had always had an attraction to disabled women, but it was more prevalent when it came to amputees, especially those who had lost an arm. I had met a couple, but nothing further had developed, because there had to be more than the mere absence of a limb, for anything to actually develop, and all had been pretty uninteresting. I had been planning to leave the party after taking a piss, but felt a slight urge to meet this woman in the wheelchair first.

The problem was how to do this as, in a strange way, I felt a bit intimidated by the wheelchair! Anyway I walked out of the room I had gone into, back into the passage, and my problem was basically solved. She was alone about 10 feet further up the passage than when I had left, pushing the rims of the wheels between her thumbs and a closed fist on each side, and she was really not getting very far. Her arms were obviously as weak as her hands, and I would imagine a snail would have easily outpaced her. So I walked up to her and asked, “Could I possibly lend a hand, and give some power to go where you want?” She strained to turn her head towards me, and then I saw that her head was supported on both sides as well, so I stepped slightly in front of her, and bent down a bit.

“That will be nice.” She said. “As you can see, strength is not one of my star qualities, in fact there are virtually no star qualities enclosed in this body! I was trying to get to the balcony to have a quiet smoke.”

“Well that’s good, because that was where I was heading too'” I lied, and grabbing the handle next to her head, pushed the chair toward the balcony doors. The chair moved easily, and looking down at her body, I realized the whole body was emaciated, and I guessed she wouldn’t trouble a scale over 25kg.

When we got to the balcony, I parked her against the wall far away from the railing, as I have an inordinate case of acrophobia. “Let’s go to the railing,’ she asked, upon which I had to admit, somewhat embarrassed,

“Please no, I have a serious Demirlibahçe Escort fear of heights!” This elicited a tinkling laughter from the woman, who asked how a 6ft guy could be scared of heights! “Maybe when we get to know each other better, I will entertain you with a story about that, but not now! By the way my name is Gordon, who might you be?”

“I am Marlene, officially, but most folk who I know call me Shadow”.

“Shadow? How come?”.

“Well, if I stand up, which I can’t, and stand sideways to the sun, I am so thin I won’t even have a shadow”.

I was not impressed and said, “Geez, I actually don’t like that nick, I will call you Marlene unless you mind!”

“No problem, I am not overly fond of that nickname anyway – I got it when I was 10 years old, as I remember. But I need a bit of nicotine to compensate for what happened, and I can do this 2 ways – one I do it on own, and take 5 minutes to light a cigarette, or you help and it takes a few seconds.”

“Sure let me help, just tell me what you need.” She proceeded to explain that I needed to get her cigarettes out of her bag, together with a holder, which was in the pack. Then after putting one in the holder, I had to carefully lift the middle finger of her fisted right hand, and slip the holder in under that finger, on top of the two adjacent fingers, and she would take it from there. I did as instructed, and lit her cigarette which she got to her lips with a considerable effort, I realized. At this point, I also realized that her whole body was paralyzed in a major way.

After we had smoked quietly for a bit, she finished her cigarette, and I helped her put it out and slipped the holder back into her bag. After which she asked, “Well let’s get the elephant out of the room. I am sure you want to know how the hell I wound up here as this wreck in a wheelchair?”

I answered, “Well I guessed you would tell me in your own good time, if you wanted to, as it is a very personal thing, and I have stuff all right to ask anyway! By the way I did unfortunately overhear you crapping on the guy, who I thought you were with earlier, and so thought maybe right now, discussing anything personal would not be high on your urgent list!”

“Oh fuck! Did you hear that? Let’s please pretend you didn’t and move on – okay?” I was happy with that and said so. “Okay, so some 15 years ago I got polio and I got the bulbar type, which hit my whole body. At that time, those who got the same type as I had, had a survival rate of less than 2%. We all went into the dreaded iron lung, we all lived in it, shitting in it, pissing in it, getting fed through a straw, the lucky ones died, but I survived. Don’t say anything please! Living like this is not a cake walk – trust me, all I have that is normal is a fucking brain, eyes and ears. Anyway, I would like to be left alone for a while out here, as it is a lovely evening, and you have really been so nice – I appreciate it. A friend will come and help me a bit later, so you need not worry about me – go and enjoy the party.”

I went inside and the bloke she had told to F off, was no longer around, so I guessed he had made a pick up and taken her to wherever he lived. About ten minutes after I went back inside, I spotted my sister and asked her casually who the bird in the wheelchair was, and how did she, or her buddy know her. She turned to her buddy, who said she had never met her before, and she had come along as the plus one to the bloke Marlene had told to F – off. “So did she come with a friend?” I asked and got a negative answer.

Immediately alarm bells went off in my head, and I sprinted outside to the balcony. Marlene had her chair up against the railings, and had pulled herself half way on top of the relatively low railing. There was a dead- drop of about 100 feet to the concrete below from there. I took a deep breath and grabbed her under the arms and hauled her back into the chair, and she screamed at me “Please just throw me over, I promise I won’t tell anyone! I really cannot take it anymore!” But I ignored her, focusing on my rising panic, being so close to the edge myself, and shaking like a leaf, pushed her chair back to wall, and this time put both wheel brakes on tight.

“Fuck! Why didn’t you let me go or even help me?”

“I couldn’t, because you might of landed on my car,” was the first that came to my mind.

“Jesus, are you serious?” was her comment after a ten second stunned silence, “Is your car parked straight down there?” She weakly waved a flopping arm at the railing.

“No a bit further along to be honest,” I replied.

“So how could I hit your car then?” She spoke crossly.

“Well you weigh nothing, so you could have floated around quite a bit before hitting the deck!”

This last set her off! “Have you any idea what it is like to live in this crippled, freaky, caricature of a body? Every possible part of me is stuffed, apart for my brain and sex drive. Demirlibahçe Escort Bayan But one consequence of polio, is that my limbs growth plates were affected and so my arms and legs are some 20% shorter than for a woman of my body length. That, and coupled to my hands being basically non-functional, and my inability to lift myself up, means I can’t even masturbate when I get horny, because I can’t even reach my pussy, which is tucked under me because my spine is so curved! I have barely enough control over my bladder and bowels, so if I go anywhere where I am going to be for some time, I have to wear a fucking diaper like a baby, and then if I wet or shit myself, I have to live with that, until my carer can find somewhere to change me, like a one year old! So now, do me a favour, and please go and throw me over the balcony? You will really be doing me a monumental service!”

“There is no way I could do that! I am not a massive pro-lifer, and in fact support the concept of self decision to the extreme, but I could not be a direct part of that. Look, I get the impression, the dick you fired was your carer, so please let’s try and resolve what is to be done now. I am sure that staying here at the party is not an option, do you have any form of backup?” She answered that she had a sister, who was herself also a polio victim, but had a husband who could help. We went inside, and found a phone and I held the handset and dialed the number for her.

The result was far from perfect, in that they could not leave their very young kid to come and fetch Marlene, and really did not have place for her to stay. I offered a compromise which was to take her home, and get her set up with the basics which caused her to panic! “No fucking way are you changing me!”

“Well it’s my fault that you are in this situation, so I have to man up and do whatever is required,” was my response. “If I had not stopped you, then none of this would be needed. I assume you are not going to share that little bit of history with your sister? No? Well neither will I then.”

Now we had to resolve some other issues. I assumed and she confirmed, that the bloke she fired had a van, and she got here in it, but the wheelchair with her in it had been loaded in the back of the van and then strapped down. She also had a strap across her to keep her in position while they travelled. There was no way we could put the wheelchair in the Escort with her in it, although it did fold up and would probably fit in the trunk. But that did not solve the next problem, the seats in the Escort were rally style seats, with very limited back rest adjustment, although there was a 5 point safety harness which would hold Marlene’s body very securely, but not her head. I tactfully asked her a question regarding this as I suspected her head control was near zilch. I was right.

Being resourceful, I got the host to loan me a belt, and Marlene looked at this and said, “Okay so what are you going to do with that? Tie it across my face??”

“Nope – across the helmet you will be wearing!” And that is how I got her safely in the seat and her head secured. She was less than ecstatic over the arrangement, but I kept the visor open with the belt across the chin guard piece of the helmet, which allowed her to breathe and talk as we went along. When I picked her up to put her in the car, her head lolled about most disconcertingly, and she gave a yelp of pain, and I was mortified, and managed to cradle her head at the same time holding her under the bum and arms. Again I realized just how completely stuffed her body was.

As I drove to her place on a slightly bumpy road, I thought I heard her moaning and glancing at her found her eyes shut and her mouth slightly open. Fuck! I panicked thinking she had a stroke or something and stopped the car in a hurry.

“Why did you stop?” She asked,

“I thought you had a stroke or something!” I replied.

“Oh Fuck – you noticed!”

“Noticed what??” I answered totally confused.

“My moaning, and I was really trying to keep it down, but I am going to tell you something, and you must not take any notice of it please?” I agreed not having a clue what she was talking about.

“I told you I have a curved spine and my pussy is basically under my bum. So right now the seat is rubbing my pussy, and giving me enormous pleasure, and I was on the verge of cumming, when you stopped the car. So now apart from being suicidal, I am unbelievably horny and frustrated, so you had better keep sharp objects away from me for a while!”

Right then I made a decision, which led to a new direction in my life after this. “This really is all my fault, and I cannot bear to see you suffer, so if you can pretend to like me, I will help you out when we get to your place. Is that okay with you?”

“I will hold you to that, although when you see the full me, you are likely to regret that promise, as even in bad light, I am not Escort Demirlibahçe a sexy desirable woman at all!” She responded.

At this point I had a hard on, but in the dim light in the car, she would not have noticed, even if she could have turned her head, given the strap across the helmet. I drove on to her apartment which was on the ground floor, got the wheelchair out, and unfolded and unstrapped Marlene, and took off the helmet. Then I carefully picked her up cradling her whole body against mine and making sure her head was held securely too. Her hip was up against my crotch and I was still hard, so when I put her in the wheelchair, she casually remarked that I either had a torch in my pocket or was I possibly a little interested in her?

“I am simply responding to the thought of giving you some pleasure,” was my evasive answer.

“Right!” was her response, on the way up to the apartment.

CHAPTER 2

I opened the door with the key card she told me to take out of her bag, and wheeled her into the apartment. Immediately inside the door was an electric wheelchair, quite bulky with a lot of loose straps attached at various levels which were obviously designed to restrain her paralyzed body. I decided to take the initiative at this point, “I presume that I need to change you, and maybe help you to the loo before anything else?” I asked her.

“Look, I won’t hold you to what you said earlier, but yes, I am afraid I do need a diaper change and then a potty stop as at least I have only wet myself!” At this point she turned crimson with embarrassment, and I was totally distressed by her extreme helplessness and vulnerability, so impulsively leaned down and taking one of her hands in mine bent over her and cupping her head with my other hand I kissed her full on the mouth.

Initially, she did not respond, but she opened her mouth and hungrily sought my tongue with hers. After what seemed like an eternity, we came up for air, and she was breathing really hard. Suddenly I was worried as to whether I was not causing her further medical complications, so asked her, “Shit, are you OK?”

Her response was immediate, and in a slightly hoarse voice, she said, “My lungs are pretty fucked too so when I kiss, I have a habit of holding my breath, and this really does not go too well with my condition, but don’t worry, it’s never killed me in the past!”

The little activity had once again brought me to a full hard on, so I reached down and gently took her breast in my hand and found her nipple in an obviously somewhat reduced boob. “Please stop! They may be near non-existent, but my boobs are incredibly sensitive, and you need to help me with a few other things first before we get to my sex needs!”

She directed me to the bedroom, where there was a full very sophisticated bed, which had typical hospital type side rails and an overhead electrified hoist with a full cradle. I took one look at the cradle, and decided it would be a lot simpler if I picked her up and put her on the bed, so asked her if my assessment was correct. She agreed and said that the hoist was really only used by her sister who could not pick her up due to her own disability. So once again I picked her up, carefully cradling her against me, while ensuring her head was also restrained.

When I put her down, she casually remarked, “I see the torch is still in your pocket? If I could move my arms, and open my hand, I would grab you now!” I was now fighting a raging hard on, and could not believe how she had managed to arouse me so much.

“We will deal with that a bit later,” was my response, and was rewarded with a slightly puzzled,

“How the hell can you do that?”

“Wait and see,” I responded thinking there may be a way to achieve that for her.

“Tell me what to do now, to at least change you, and then do a potty stop.” She was mortified at what was about to happen, and looked away as much as she could, while answering me. I had to put an absorbent sheet under her, while undressing her, to prevent any bedding getting wet, then remove her high heeled shoes and trousers and slightly oversized panties, which were over her diaper. The diaper had 2 tapes holding it closed on her, and I had to release these and slide the diaper out from under her, while lifting her under her legs.

This all sounded pretty straightforward, so I got out the sheet from the indicated drawer, as well as some baby wipes to clean her after all was removed. Once I removed her trousers, and saw how totally atrophied her legs were, I nearly cried. They were skin and bone and her toes were curled inside the shoes, which were obviously slightly bigger to accommodate this. I then undid the diaper and lifting her up, removed it and disposed of it in the bin located next to the bed. I then gently wiped her down with the baby wipe but had to lift her up to get to her pussy and anus, as the spinal curvature had literally moved them around to being almost behind her.

The whole time I did this, Marlene had her eyes closed, and was pink-cheeked with her embarrassment. I now was wondering how the hell this “potty stop” was going to work in practice given her total paralysis. I thought, “How the fuck does she balance on the loo, and how the fuck can I get to wipe her arse afterwards?” So I asked her!

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Loving, Cruel, Imaginative

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Cheryl never cheated on her husband physically, but mentally was another story. The closest she ever came to physically cheating was at her bachelorette party. That doesn’t count though, because they hadn’t said their vows yet. No; Cheryl has been faithful. Even after making her husband involuntarily pussy-free, Cheryl has never strayed.

The story starts five years ago, at the bachelorette party. There she was, half naked with all her friends, wasted on cocktails. Hooting and hollering at the sexy black stripper on the stage. Before you know it, Cheryl was up on stage with him, grabbing his cock while her girlfriends all cheered. Cheryl loved how warm and smooth the stripper’s big black cock felt against her engagement ring.

“You go girl!” shouted the maid of honor.

“Yeah!” shouted a bridesmaid.

Cheryl dropped to her knees and started kissing that big black cock fervently. She was rubbing it all over her cheeks in between loving kisses. All her girlfriends were going crazy, cheering her on. Cheryl turned back to wink at her audience before diving down to take as much of that phallus in her mouth as she could. That stripper was packing more than a foot of meat, and Cheryl’s fiance, Joe, was barely five inches.

As for Cheryl, she was a beauty. Former high school prom queen and cheerleader, she had natural blonde hair which she kept in a pixie haircut. She wore a glittering black dress that showed off DDD breasts and a perfect ass. In theory, Cheryl was half Latina, but the only thing she got from her Latina mother was that gorgeous voluptuous ass of hers. She got all her other features from her Scandinavian father. Including her absolutely perfect face. Every feature of Cheryl’s face was perfectly proportioned, so she looked absolutely sensational with her cheek bulging full of enormous black cock on the dance stage.

“Jerome is gonna take a ten-minute break now,” said the DJ. “Ladies and gentlewomen, the bar is wide open.”

To Cheryl’s delight, the stripper dragged her back-stage with him.

Once in the dressing room, Jerome sat on the big comfy easy-chair and yanked Cheryl onto his lap. They started feeling each other up. Cheryl was too drunk to help herself. She ran a hand over the stripper’s muscular chest. Her engagement ring glinted scandalously against the man’s dark skin.

With practiced hands, Jerome pushed Cheryl’s dress up and pulled her thong to the side. Cheryl instinctively started grinding her exposed pussy all up and down the stripper’s big elephant cock. She was moaning with pleasure, pussy-juice soaking her partner’s big long shaft (the head was moist with precum).

Jerome reached for a condom and started opening it but Cheryl grabbed his hand and stopped him.

“We can’t,” she said. “I’m about to get married.”

But she kept moving her hips, her pussy lips passionately massaging his giant raging cock.

Jerome surprised Cheryl by kissing her. That was NOT a part of the package deal, but Cheryl wasn’t complaining. She eagerly returned the kiss, and amidst the distraction, Jerome’s bare black cock started penetrating her.

“Oh!” said Cheryl, pulling away from the kiss. She stared down where their hips were joined.

“Mmmm that feels so good baby,” said Jerome, comforting her with his soothing voice.

Cheryl relaxed and lowered herself down on Jerome’s big black babymaker. She knew it was wrong to do it unprotected, but she couldn’t help herself. She already had his precum inside her so what more damage could they do? She started slowly raising herself up, relishing the amazing feel of that velvet black cock rubbing her so good inside. Then she slowly lowered herself again, his cock felt so wonderful, stretching out her pussy. It was SUCH a relief to be filled up by that black stripper.

“Stop or I’ll cum,” said Jerome. Then he gave her a loving kiss, as if challenging her.

“But I’m so close,” Cheryl protested.

Reluctantly she pulled off, and just in the nick of time. The stripper started spraying cum everywhere. It’s almost certain some cum got inside Cheryl. The bachelorette looked down in shock, she never knew a man could cum like that. She couldn’t take her eyes off Jerome’s huge black testicles. They were twitching as he fired sperm at her with that big fat cannon. Cheryl thought: Imagine if all that cum got inside me! I’m not even on birth control!

Cheryl was a mess now!! There were ropes of thick potent babyjuice all over her dress, as far up as her tits. Some of it shot all the way to her face, splattering her cheek obscenely. There was even a spurt of cum in her HAIR! The whole front of the dress was splashed in Jerome’s DNA. Some sperm even managed to get on the BACK of her dress somehow, I have no idea how THAT happened.

Cheryl was SO close and SOOO frustrated. Instead of being mad about the ruined dress, she just wanted to get herself off. She reached down and started rubbing herself, but there was cum ALL OVER her pussy. Her wispy blonde pubic hair was thick Akdere Escort Bayan with it. She was rubbing it into herself, fingers pushing billions of ambitious little swimmers into her unprotected little slit. Jerome started kissing her. His chest was heaving from his recent orgasm. It all felt so right and so good, Cheryl started rubbing herself hard, gathering up big dollops of Jerome’s sperm with her fingers so she could rub it up inside herself.

The bride-to-be finally started cumming right as her friends burst into the room looking for her. They were treated to a cantata of ecstacy as Cheryl fingered herself over the edge. Cheryl’s orgasm went on and on! Before she could stop quivering, her friends had got down on their knees beside her and they were kissing her and licking her, kissing Jerome’s still-hard cock, cleaning it, slurping gobs of cum off Cheryl’s thigh. It was so erotic and at the same time so embarrassing, Cheryl thought she would just die, right then and there.

“Get out!” she said. “Get out of here!” But then she started trembling again, a little aftershock triggered by all that attention from her bridesmaids.

*****

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*****

That was all five years ago. Since then, Cheryl was a perfectly faithful wife. She never cheated on Joe even once.

But she couldn’t go a day without longing for that big black cock.

All Cheryl ever thought of when she made love with Joe was that stripper with his sixpack and his veiny black bareback tool. She could hardly close her eyes without seeing that thing swinging around between Jerome’s legs. She would lick her lips thinking about those huge angry balls that squirted SO MUCH delicious cum all over her dress that night. Sometimes when Joe was at work Cheryl would spend hours at a time just leisurely playing with her toys, leisurely getting herself off, fantasizing about Jerome’s giant manhood.

But she never cheated on Joe. She was the perfect faithful wife and homemaker in real life.

At the time this story takes place, Joe had been involuntarily pussy-free for four years. One year into the marriage, Cheryl had got up the nerve to confront him about the bedroom.

“I love you,” she had said. “But I just can’t have sex with you any more.”

“Why??” said Joe, eyes pleading.

“I just don’t feel it,” said Cheryl, half lying. The truth was, she was unsatisfied by Joe’s five-inch pecker. One single encounter with Jerome’s anaconda had permanently ruined her for her husband.

She wasn’t lying about loving Joe. She really did love him. She made up for his pussy-free fate by giving him lots of blowjobs and handjobs. If you count those, Joe got more sex than most men. But as for real sex, Joe was locked out completely. Cheryl was gentle but firm whenever Joe tried to initiate. She held her ground: she loved him, but her pussy was off limits.

I wonder how Joe would feel if he knew the real reason his wife forced him to go pussy-free. I wonder how he would feel if he knew it was because she got pulled backstage by that stripper at her bachelorette party, and then converted-for-life after one single ride on him.

On Valentine’s day and anniversaries, Joe would buy Cheryl jewels and chocolate. Then in the bedroom he would start caressing her. Kissing and touching and rubbing and cuddling. He knew he was getting Cheryl turned on. He could SMELL how wet she was. But Valentine’s or not, she resisted every attempt he made.

“Shhhhh,” she’d say, grabbing his raging five-inch penis and deflecting it away from her. “Let’s just cuddle, darling.”

Then she would rub him, or go down on him, and give him some relief that way. But no pussy for Joe, not even the tip. Absolutely no exceptions, not even on his birthday.

Sometimes Joe would get desperate and start begging and pleading. “Awwww,” Cheryl would say, soothingly. Then she’d give him some extra loving attention with her pretty hands.

Even when they went on vacation, Cheryl kept up her resistance. Joe could get her wasted with champagne, but she always kept enough wits about her to ward off her poor husband’s dick. She would think to herself: ‘Maybe if you had a foot-long black cock like Jerome did’. But she never said it out loud. Poor Joe was left guessing why his beautiful wife was forbidden.

Sometimes Cheryl did get tempted. It would be so easy to make one little exception, like for example when Joe got a big promotion at work. It would be so easy to just let him in that one time, maybe with a condom or something. Cheryl wavered, but in the end she closed her eyes and saw that magnificant stallion-cock in that bachelorette party back-room. Then all thoughts of letting Joe in vanished, promotion or no promotion. “Sorry honey,” she said. “Let me just rub you. Okay darling?”

*****

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*****

When Cheryl turned twenty-eight, her biological clock started ticking. This presented a problem. She was Escort Akdere a faithful wife who would never even think of cheating on her husband. But at the same time, she was adamant Joe wasn’t allowed inside her, not even just a tiny bit.

“Honey, I want to have a baby,” she said one night.

They were cuddling in bed and she was rubbing Joe’s five-inch dick.

Joe thought that meant he’d be getting some, and his penis twitched with excitement.

“But you know you’re not allowed inside,” she continued. “Oh honey! What’ll we do?!”

This conversation repeated every few nights, for weeks and weeks.

“Darling don’t you think we’d make a beautiful baby?” Cheryl would tell Joe. Then she would lower her face back down on his horny dick, continue sucking it while Joe groaned in agony. Cheryl would come back up for air and start talking again. “Honey I’m so frustrated we can’t make a baby since you’re not allowed inside me!”

Then Cheryl remembered her girlfriend Donna had had the same exact problem.

Donna was a feisty redhead with ENORMOUS tits, a redheaded husband, and a whole litter: four healthy little boys. But Donna had locked her husband out of her pussy just one day into their honeymoon. Donna’s husband hadn’t even gotten to enjoy his wife as long as Joe had enjoyed Cheryl! They drove off with the wedding banners still streaming from their car, and by the time they drove back home again, Donna’s husband was 100% pussyfree for life.

“How did you do it??” Cheryl asked Donna over coffee. “How did you have all those boys if Jack’s never allowed inside you?”

“Easy!” said Donna. “Spread your pussy open and let him cum inside without touching you.”

“Oh,” said Cheryl. “I guess that IS easy.”

But Cheryl was still conflicted.

She loved Joe, she desperately wanted a baby, and it WOULD be easy to let Joe cum inside without touching her.

But the thought of Joe’s sperm inside her felt somehow unfair to Jerome. Deep down, Cheryl felt like she BELONGED to that stripper. It doesn’t matter that she never saw him again after that single encounter in the dressing room. Cheryl’s pussy belonged to Jerome forever, and it felt wrong thinking about letting another man breed it. Even if that other man WAS her husband, and even if he did it without touching her.

But Cheryl wasn’t getting any younger. She looked at her calendar and she bit her lip nervously.

Finally she decided on a compromise.

“Honey,” she told Joe. “I thought of a way we can have a baby!”

“How?” said Joe.

“I’m going to rub you and get you excited,” said Cheryl. “Then I’m gonna lie back and spread my legs real wide. Then you cum inside me. But no touching!”

“Awww, come on,” Joe pleaded. “Can’t I just put the tip in?”

“NO!” said Cheryl. “Don’t even think about it!”

She gave Joe a gentle kiss.

“But before we can do that, there’s something we have to do first,” she said.

Cheryl reached under the pillow and pulled out a surprise. It was a HUGE black dildo, with realistic veins and a giant angry-looking head and great huge balls. Joe gasped.

That dildo was Cheryl’s “compromise”.

“Honey if you want me to let you cum in me, you have to use this toy on me first and get me ready.”

“Why??” said Joe.

“I need to be stretched out,” said Cheryl, a white lie.

She didn’t want to tell him the real reason: that her body belonged to Jerome and his thick black cock. At least this way she could imagine it was Jerome’s sperm getting her pregant, not Joe’s sperm.

It took some coaching, but Joe got the hang of it. Soon Cheryl was purring and humming, enjoying her sex life with her husband more than she had in years, as Joe obediently probed her with that glorious big black dildo.

Cheryl closed her eyes and imagined it was Jerome fucking her. She longed for his big black cock so badly. She knew she could never have it because she was a faithful wife. But she wanted it so bad it was almost unbearable.

“Harder,” she whispered, encouraging her husband.

Joe pushed the dildo harder into Cheryl. He was testing her, making sure he didn’t hurt her with that foot-long toy. But Cheryl kept encouraging him.

Joe was so jealous of the dildo. Seeing inch after inch of silky black manhood disappear in his wife’s beautiful pussy, a pussy he hadn’t been allowed to make love to for years.

Cheryl came harder than Joe had ever made her cum before.

“Okay,” she gasped, when she finally got her breath back. “Good job honey. I love you.”

She started rubbing her husband’s five-inch pecker.

“Wow,” she said. “You’re really excited. Is it because we’re finally gonna make a baby? Or is it maybe from something else?” *wink*

“Uggghh,” was all Joe could answer.

Cheryl sensed Joe wouldn’t last long.

She closed her eyes and bit her lip and started thinking about Jerome. She pictured Jerome’s beautiful black cock, with its big purple head rubbing her cervix, Akdere Escort oozing precum. She pictured his huge black balls and saw them start twitching. She pictured his long veiny cock pulsing and throbbing inside her. She imagined his thick black cum gushing deep inside her, straight into her fertile womb.

“!!!!” said Joe. It was time.

Cheryl stopped rubbing him. She spread her legs real wide. With a naughty hand she spread her pussy lips, invitingly. Cheryl’s eyes were still shut tight. She was visualizing her one-time black lover.

If Cheryl didn’t trust Joe so much, she might be afraid he’d take advantage of the situation. But the two of them trusted each other implicitly. She knew he wouldn’t put it in without permission. And she had made it very clear there was no point even asking. Joe had never got inside his wife’s pussy since she made him go pussy-free. He was never ever going to get in any woman’s pussy, ever again, his whole life. He was only allowed to cum in Cheryl from a distance. No contact between his penis and her vagina would be tolerated. Her position on this was final.

Cheryl heard her husband start jerking off. Any second now, she would become a mother!

In her mind, Cheryl was visualizing that black stripper inseminating her. She pictured herself in that glittery black dress she wore to her bachelorette party where she met Jerome. She pictured Jerome rutting at her with that monstrous rhinoceros cock of his. Then she imagined him holding still, his giant cock as deep as it would go in her. She pictured gallons of potent black cum flooding her ovulating womb. She pictured Jerome’s healthy sperm overwhelming her defenseless eggs and thoroughly fertilizing them. Then she visualized her belly all swollen, with Jerome’s black baby inside her. She pictured Joe on his knees kissing her beautiful pregnant belly, her loving husband rubbing her and appreciating her, even though the baby was black.

“!!!!!!!!!” said Joe. He started squirting out ropes of cum, frantically aiming for Cheryl’s spread-open pussy. Cheryl felt his seed landing on her thighs, on her mound, and finally on her soaking wet slit.

When Joe was done cumming, Cheryl reached down to nudge his sperm in deeper. While she did this, she concentrated and imagined that by sheer willpower she could transform Joe’s sperm into Jerome’s sperm. She imagined Joe’s thin milky seed metamorphizing inside her, changing into thick, copious black cum.

She imagined it so hard, she could swear it was coming true. It was like she could feel the sperm thickening as she pushed it inside her. As if, just by imagining that her husband’s sperm was transformed into Jerome’s sperm, she was actually making that happen.

After pushing as much seed inside her as she was going to, Cheryl embraced Joe. They kissed passionately.

“Thank you darling!” the loving wife said. “That was wonderful.”

*****

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*****

Apparently all that imagination had an effect after all. Or maybe Joe has some black ancestry and he somehow doesn’t know it? Whatever the case, the baby in Cheryl’s belly was black. REAL black.

“Honey I got the results!” Cheryl said one day. “Look honey! It’s a boy!!”

They embraced.

And then Cheryl read the next part of the doctor’s report.

“It’s a boy and……it’s black?!?”

“What the???” said Joe.

“Wow, that’s crazy!” said Cheryl. “We’re gonna have a black baby!!”

“But how!” said Joe. “I’m the only one who ever came in you!”

Cheryl thought to herself: ‘Not the only one who EVER came in me… I think Jerome got some sperm in me in that dressing room all those years back. Maybe some black sperm was swimming around in me all these years, and only now got me pregnant??’

“I don’t know,” said Cheryl. “It must be a miracle!”

“Wow,” said Joe. He could hardly believe his faithful wife was pregnant with a black baby.

Joe thought maybe now that he had got Cheryl pregnant, maybe she would let him penetrate her.

Think again, Joe.

Cheryl took the black baby as a sign she’d been right to deny Joe sex. She resolved to double down on her decision. Even when the pregnancy hormones made her unbearably horny, she continued to deny Joe. She made him eat her out or finger her, and they lots of quality time together with that big black dildo.

All the while, Cheryl kept thinking about Jerome and his big black stripper cock.

“You’re doing the right thing,” said Donna one day, Cheryl’s redheaded friend who also practiced sex denial.

Cheryl was seven months pregnant at this point. She had made sure all the social networks knew she was carrying a black baby.

“I almost wish I could go even further,” said Cheryl. “I wish I could deny Joe even more somehow. But how can I? His dick hasn’t touched a pussy for almost five years now.”

“Oh, there’s lots of fun things you can do,” said Donna. “For example, let me tell you about this key on my necklace…” And she started telling Cheryl all about it.

The girls giggled. Cheryl’s pussy was already gushing from the scandalous things her girlfriend was telling her. Joe, secretly listening in from the hallway, swallowed hard. He realized that being pussyfree and sexless was only the beginning!

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