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The Hanky Code Pt. 08

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A round of applause went through the room accompanied by some cheering. It seemed I had done well as Masters’ pig.

As I squatted, completely spent, with my ass pussy completely filled by the huge barrel, filled with nearly 2lbs of rubber, not just stretching my actual pussy but also my insides. My lips still covered in cum and piss, I was still involuntarily suckling on the cock gag in my mouth as though it were the most natural thing for me to do.

My tits huge and swollen and tipped with very, very large nipples, matched only in obscene glory, by my cum filled distended belly hanging over and hiding my clit/ cock head from my view, it was swollen to its maximum size, fighting to break out of the metal bars of its cage.

My eyes staring out from the pig mask still breathing in huge hits of poppers with every single breath I took,

I was a sight to behold, a truly, broken but trained pig. No longer thinking of any pain in my clit, tits or pussy just of pleasing Master S and the men he put in front of me.

In fact the thought that passed through my pig addled brain was now only that I was thirsty for piss. Shame I didn’t realise that with everything that had been said, I need not have worried about getting enough piss to drink. I really, really, shouldn’t have worried about that.

Steve unshackled my wrists and began to help me up. This was easier said than done, I slipped in the slime of cum and piss and was barely able to stand up with my legs so stiff after kneeling shackled for the session of cock sucking and cum eating. Steve got me to my feet slowly and massaged my legs to get the blood flowing again.

It was then, I realised fully the size and impact of the Man in a Barrel, I could no longer stand with my feet any closer than 2 feet apart the base of the plug was huge and forced a strange bow legged waddle from me. When I had been squatting with my legs wide apart it was far less noticeable, but now the actual pain in my pussy throbbed into my mind. I did what all pigs do at such a time, I took in more poppers.

As the guys filed out of the room, Steve helped me down from the tray.

“Steve you know what to do to get him ready for his yellow and gray hankies? Oh and include the recycling option?”

“Yes Master S, no problem I will go and prepare him, you want him in the middle stall Master?”

“Yes I think so, that has the best view from both sides and the point of view camera next to where his head will be too. I do want him entirely encased though, tight black latex, the full suit, hood, gloves, the whole nine yards.”

“Oh and have him astride the Sybian, that’ll start the process of him earning his pink hanky too” Master S smiled his most wicked smile at this point.

Steve attached a leash to my cock cage and led me forward with a gentle tug. For the first time for 5 or 6 hours I was completely aware of my clit and the pain from it. In my heart of hearts though I knew I deserved this, this treatment was what I was meant for, this was my place. Master S had freed my mind to be a true pig.

I was led back to the preparation room and Steve opened the door and told me to sit in a chair to the left of the door. I waddled over and ever so gingerly lowered my pained body down so as not to push the massive plug any deeper. The major problem of this plug though was that the base, as well as being 3.25 inches in diameter it is at least 2 inches deep, just the base.

So from where my ass pussy was clenching onto the snap back of the plug, a thick 2 inches of Rubber was hitting the chair before my butt touched it, then pushing upwards. So sitting on a chair was going to be pushing the huge plug in deeper and deeper, stretching my ass hole and putting more pressure making it almost open wide enough to retake the barrel.

As I set all my weight onto the plug, I felt like the entire thing was re-fucking me forcing my ass pussy to reopen to the widest it had ever been when the plug went in. All I could do was breathe in as heavily as possible and top up my slut juice levels.

Steve collected a range of black latex clothes from the cupboards and brought them over to where I was with a large bottle of talc. He then pulled out the breathing tubes from my nose and removed the pig mask.

“Don’t worry slut we’ll get more juice going into you soon.”

“Time to get you dressed as a beautiful shiny black latex, urinal slut, I think you’ll look fabulous in this. Now time to put the suit on first.”

Steve used the talc on my smooth legs and started to pull the stockings of a full rubber suit onto my feet and up my legs, he then had me stand and pulled it up to my hips. My arms were next as the suit came over my shoulders and he zipped the front up.

The rubber was not the thin sort, but much more heavy duty, once he zipped the it over my distended belly I realised that the stomach was even designed for a big belly. It was the only part that wasn’t tight as though allowing room for my stomach to grow even more.

My new full tits were straining van escort the rubber and filling both the bra inserts in the suit and the nipple shapes built into the suit. If anyone wanted to tweak a nipple or clamp it, that would be easy.

Steve then pulled a full face hood over, with eye, nostril holes and a mouth hole. As the hood went over he had to hitch the whole suit up ramming the Man plug deeper into me and then holding it in tight. I was overwhelmed by the claustrophobia of being enclosed completely and the sheer hugeness of the mass inside my pig pussy.

Then a little relief as he unzipped a separate zip from my belly button to the small of my back, releasing the plug a little, much to my relief and also I realized giving him access to my clit and ass.

Steve then sat me down heavily on the chair forcefully fucking me with the plug once again, the relief only having lasted a few seconds as the base of the plug almost penetrated me.

He fitted heavy rubber mittens to my hands locking them in place with padlocks.

Then he started to fiddle with my clit, removing the sound first, oh what a feeling as that came out. I hoped against hope that it wasn’t going straight back in.

Almost reading my piggie mind Steve said “Now you can enjoy not having anything in your piss hole for a few minutes, before the Foley goes back in” shit that was what Master S meant by the recycling function.

“So to just explain slut, in case you haven’t thought through the implications in your current state. The Foley catheter will be inside your bladder letting every last drop of piss that enters your bladder flow straight out and into your piss craving mouth. You’ll have an ever increasing amount of piss to recirculate through your system as a perfectly self-contained urinal.”

As he told me this he had removed the clit cage and with the range of drugs in my system which had had my clit desperate to be an erect cock again, I was rapidly becoming hard.

Steve smiled looking straight into my eyes, “By the end of this session you will be so full of piss, that the rubber suit you are wearing will be tightly stretched over your belly, full of cum from the last film and then so much piss on top of that.”

“You’ll be installed in the gay night club toilets next door and be there for all to use. It’s now 3.45am and you’ll be working through until the early morning. This is the heaviest period of use in the club a lot of drunk and horny people, desperate for release of one sort or another, you’ll be well worked pig.”

The pain as my cock regrew was intense, as was the wave of pleasure that swept over me. The foreskin was still held back by the size of the swollen head. Steve started to work my cock hard and I knew it was milking time again.

He stroked me hard, and with my pussy clenching onto the plug deep inside me, I came very hard and quickly into his hand. He smiled and then dipped the index finger of the other hand in my cum and proceeded to smear it around the inside of my nostril, pushing as much cum in as he could, first in one nostril then the other.

I didn’t understand what was happening, until I breathed in and the absolute essence of cum filled my airways.

“You see slut, just when you though we couldn’t give you a more intense cum experience, now you’ll smell cum for the whole time your drinking piss.”

Steve then raised his cum covered hand to my mouth and said nothing, simply looking expectantly.

In my current pig state I simply rocked forward and sucked his fingers clean.

“That was the action of a truly trained pig, well done.” He said it with real pride at the way I was embracing my degradation no longer fighting it in any way.

He then put new latex gloves on, opened a new Foley catheter and repeated the insertion of earlier into my softening clit. The internal bag was then inflated with saline and I saw liquid starting to run through the tube filling it with a deeply coloured, cloudy piss. Once the piss had filled the tube he closed the valve to ensure that he didn’t lose a drop.

Steve pulled me to my feet again with the wide legged stance and my cock hardening by the second despite the Foley, my cock standing to attention with the catheter going up almost vertically. I looked at the golden tube and longed for a taste.

Steve then refitted the posture collar and clipped the mittens to it again raising my tits painfully, making the nipples rub on the inside of the latex.

“Time to go to the club now slut, we have a back entrance we can go through, you might get a crowd around you if we took you into the street in this state. But first we need you shiny like a true latex urinal.”

Steve sprayed a can all over my latex clad body and then buffed it to a high sheen with a cloth, paying particular attention to my tits, belly and working my nipples so much that I groaned “Ohhhhhh fuck I love that”

“I know slut, I know you love it, but just wait for the Sybian, you were born for that, I’m almost van escort bayan jealous.” He sounded genuine in that, but I was too far gone to tell.

He picked up the urinal gag and fixed the cock tube into my mouth and the urinal gag to my chin, fastening it tightly to ensure a good seal. Once that was fixed he took the end of the tube coming from the catheter and fastened it into a hole at the side of the urinal gag.

He smiled that smile again and said “Thirsty?”

I simply nodded and he opened the valve, the smell of piss and cum mixed together assailed my nostrils and I loved it. I started to suckle on the cock to make sure that the urinal didn’t overflow. The flow was constant and I kept drinking.

He took a rubber sleeve one inch wide and retracted my foreskin fully and stretched the sleeve around the base of my clit head, snapping the pop studs into place. Now the head of my clit was kept fully engorged and out in the open, the foreskin could no longer retract at all. If I could have seen how I looked I would have loved the extreme look with the catheter protruding and feeding me.

His final modification was to take a head harness again holding my two beloved bottles of poppers on the side of my head, both bottles with a black rubber tube coming from them into two nose plugs which he pushed firmly into my cum soaked nostrils and my slut juice began to flow again, making my ass pussy twitch.

He clipped the leash to the front of the posture collar and led me forward slowly, my wide legged stance making my erect cock sway from side to side as I waddled after him.

We walked the full length of the corridor in the opposite direction to the stage, even with the muffling effect of the rubber suit I could to feel the beat of the bass of the music in the club.

As he punched in the number and opened the door the volume was magnified as was the bass and heat. I was already starting to perspire and realised that being encased in rubber would be a very sweaty business again all I could think was that was appropriate for a real pig, to be encased in raunch.

Steve led me through the club and around the dance floor in what seemed an exhibition to the assembled raving dancers. So many heads turned our way and I figured I’d get a different viewpoint of many of the customers that morning.

Steve led me to the toilets, most of the cubicles without doors, others with glory holes in them, then onto the urinal stalls. All 6 of them standard white porcelain urinals, but with a place in the centre already prepared by some unknown helper for the addition of a 7th urinal. All the time I just kept on drinking my piss, although the flow was slowing.

There was a Sybian sex machine locked onto a plate on the floor to ensure it didn’t move. I recognized it from a number of film clips I’d seen of hands free orgasms for gay men. This one didn’t have a large dildo attachment on it so I wasn’t sure how that would work with me.

There were also various attachment points and a metal bar at what would presumably be my head height coming out of the wall with an attachment at the end which I presumed the back of my hood would be locked onto. I also could see cameras which would be all around my head height to record the action for the piss pig film for Master S.

“Now kneel down facing outward slut posiition yourself right over the middle of the Sybian.”

I carefully complied and straddled the Sybian with the plug just above the plate on the machine. Steve kneeling beside me started to pull the butt plug base and seemed to be screwing something into it.

He then, as I suspected he would, fastened the metal bar to the back of my posture collar keeping my head completely still. He then cuffed my mittens together behind my back, stretching my aching tits out hard in front of me.

The final adjustments of locking both my knees and ankles to the floor and I was absolutely immobilized, completely helpless. Sucking on a cock to get piss, feeling the sweat building inside my lovely latex prison and longing for some sort of sexual release now that my cock was released from its prison.

As always over the last 11 hours or so I should have been careful what I wished for. Very careful.

“Now slut, this will all feel ok at the moment, but make sure you breathe in a lot of slut juice, a queue of piss filled guys is building outside and they are desperate to release piss and no doubt some loads of cum into you lovely urinal gag. Pplease make sure you drink as fast as you can and get the recycling going well, Master S wants to see a sustainable urinal in use.”

“Sorry I should have said, I’m about to turn on the Sybian on a low setting, I have attached your Man in a barrel plug to the machine, which will vibrate the plug at up to 6500 rpm which by the way will fuck with your mind and ass pussy if we go that high. But the real fun is we can rotate the plug at 120 rpm, so 2 revolutions every second that will open you so beautifully, wide open and escort van gaping, you’ll be begging to be fisted by Master S in the end.

I groaned, my worst fears coming to fruition, but as the pig I was now, I longed for Steve to turn it on. I drank my ever flowing piss, which was now just a dribble until my body reprocessed it again, I breathed in my slut juice, how bad could this be, I thought, I’m going to love this.

Then it happened, Steve turned on the vibration low and my ass pussy, prostate and balls began to be massaged and stimulated.

“One more thing slut, you will be able to orgasm with the Foley in, but your cum will be forced to remain in your scrotum. You’ll feel the complete orgasm but not the relief of release and then the stimulation will continue and take you back to orgasm. Now I know that sounds wonderful, but after the 10th dry orgasm, you’ll be begging for release from the urinal.” Steve chuckled as he said this.

Now breathe deeply and settle in for the ride of your life pig.

The vibrations were going through my entire body, even making my nipples vibrate against my latex prison. Then the door opened and a guy came staggering towards me, taking his cock out and draping it over the cup of the urinal gag and then letting his stream go, straight into my face, my eyes and nose, then most of it dribbling into the cup. I sucked eagerly trying to keep the level down on the piss.

My head was no longer in the game though, the Sybian was driving me mad, as the second guy came stroking his cock, I waited for his piss, but then I couldn’t believe how quickly the machine had me to the edge as the movement of the plug directly on my prostate took me over the edge of orgasm. I gasped out load but couldn’t move a single muscle as I came.

As Steve had said there was an intense orgasm but no feeling of release or satisfaction, just straight back on the train to stimulation town. Not being able to move as I came, was like being fastened in tightly by a seatbelt in a car as you sneezed, the whole body felt it, every single muscle tightened and spasmed.

The guy was still stroking and obviously enjoyed watching a pig orgasm as he added a good load of cum to my urinal gag. I was no longer concerned about the mixture of cum and piss, just thirstily sucked his load down. Then he waited until he softened and proceeded to piss for what seemed like an age, strong dehydrated piss, I gagged a little but just had to suck it down.

Master S then stood in front of me as I started to move inexorably closer to orgasm again.

“You look beautiful pig, a perfect orgasming urinal, your groans may result in you getting a lot of cum as well as piss, but we know you love that. So we’ll just make that beautiful pregnant belly of yours grow still further. I can’t wait to see how much you manage to take overall when we drain you in a few hours.”

“Moan if you want this to continue slut.”

There was no conscious thought, I simply did as I was told and moaned loudly and repeatedly into the gag.

“I thought so slut, that will sound wonderful on cam, people watching the video and seeing you in this most depraved situation, just moaning for more. Enjoy your rivers of piss, my little piss pig, oh and really revel in the Sybian, it will melt your brain after a few hours.”

“Steve start the rotating part, after his 5th orgasm please, break him down still further. God he’s some pig.”

Then there was a constant stream of guys, some still dancing as they pissed, missing with some of their precious amber nectar, others who simply directed their strong streams directly at my face to let them dribble and drip into the urinal gag and the odd one who put their cock straight at the bottom of the gag to force the liquid down the urinal as quickly as possible.

At first I saw them as guys with cocks giving me their piss. But then slowly but surely I began to feel like a urinal focussing on recycling, drinking as fast as I could to get the piss flowing back out of my bladder and back into my throat. The constant stream from my catheter was building and barely abated now, my whole system filled with piss, circulating.

But still they kept coming.

I approached my 5th dry orgasm and groaned as for the first time ever, I experienced a multiple orgasm, or what I presumed was one as the spasms just came in wave after wave of sensations. I’d never felt anything like it, my entire body, shaking but totally restrained. It seemed to last an age and left me breathless. Then with the Man in the barrel plug still vibrating on my prostate the inexorable climb up to orgasm began again.

At least that’s what I thought until Steve turned on the rotation too, whispering in my ear “Now to start the prep for your red flag, slut.”

The intensity as the plug rotated every second was immense, it took me to a new plane, hard to even concentrate on sucking the piss down, but if I slowed too much, Steve blocked my nose tubes so I had to swallow more quickly to get popper laced oxygen again.

I drank and drank, no doubt some of the piss laced with second hand drugs, not sure if that had any effect on me with the level of adrenaline, poppers and drugs already in my pig system. My entire mind was addled and I had no idea what was going on, I was simply on auto pig pilot, sucking, drinking and recycling.

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“Whoa, what is it?” she asked, circling the costume arrayed on the mannequin. “It’s so… realistic.”

“It’s a succubus,” the store manager replied. “One of our newer models, and selling so well already. I believe we’ve had over 50 purchases of this model from our very store in the last week. Amazing…”

Bella circled it once more. The plastic dummy’s torso and head were encased in a material that looked like a powdered latex colored and textured to appear like skin. She gently brushed a hand gently across the back of the costume- funny, it didn’t have any zippers or anything- and suddenly jumped back, frowning. “It’s warm,” she said.

“Nonsense,” the store manager scoffed. “It was probably the super-realism of the skin that got you. It’s been textured accurately within nanometers by precision laser cutters, and is the best thing on the market. You’d almost think you had a second layer of skin on.” Bella shivered a little, unconsciously- she had never thought of it that way before. But she shrugged it off, circling around to admire the costume some more. It was almost like a real person’s body… Then something caught Bella’s eye and she frowned first, then blushed. She pointed. “Umm… what is that?”

“Ah,” the store manager said carelessly without even looking to see where Bella was gesturing. “So you’ve noticed the level of realism our artists put into the succubus models. Funnily enough- and this is a true story- we never intended to incorporate female genitalia representations into the costume. We only intended it as a full-head mask at first. But one of our more… erm… lewd employees decided to play a rather uncouth practical joke on the store, and attached a crude molded model to our prototype product. Surprisingly, a customer walked in and bought it on the spot. Ever since, we’ve been selling the succubus costumes as a more… intimate type of wear.”

“What happened to the employee who came up with this?” Bella couldn’t take her eyes off of the highly realistic vagina that had been modeled into the costume’s crotch, and the hard nipples at the tips of the breast forms.

“We had to give him a raise,” the manager replied promptly. “Then he pulled an even bigger stunt that scared away most of our clientele. So we fired him.”

“Ah,” Bella said. She cast around dumbly for something to say. “So… why are there no arm or leg sleeves?”

“There are attachment options, and several pairs we sell also come with them detached. But for some reason, most of our buying customers prefer the armless and legless options. And, we provide for our customers’ tastes of course.”

Bella considered those words, and as she admired the costume she felt a slightly alarming- but alluring- thought crept into her mind. “May I… try this on?” Bella hesitantly asked. “Is there some private changing room-“

“Ah, I thought you would want to,” the store manager said with an approving tone of voice. “Yes, we do indeed have a changing room in the back. While you’re at it, here…” He reached behind the mannequin, and out of Bella’s sight, did something to the back of the costume. “Do you mind trying on this one? It’s a bit dusty, unfortunately, I hope you don’t mind. It probably was time that I changed the mannequin with a fresh costume anyway. Ah, se here,” the manager hastily added, seeing Bella’s hesitation, “Look, if you try it on and like it, you can take it home for free, no charge. Least mardin escort I can do, if you don’t mind the dust.”

Bella paused at this mixed offering, then unconsciously wetted her lips. “I…”

“Of course, if you’d rather have a newer one, I can fetch one for you, no problem,” the manager said.

“No, I’m fine,” Bella said slowly as she decided. “I’ll take this one and try it on.”

“Marvelous!” The manager beamed. He tugged the costume off of the mannequin, then handed its limp form to Bella. “And remember, the changing room is completely private. Soundproofed, and with double locks.”

Bella frowned at this seemingly unrelated last tidbit, but the manager had already stuffed the succubus costume into Bella’s arms and was now ushering her on helpfully in the right direction. “That way, miss,” he said, and Bella followed his pointing finger.

Bella opened the changing room door and went in, then turned and locked the door securely. At the sound of the click, her heart started to leap and bound and her mouth went dry. She turned, laid the costume gingerly onto a bench, and then faced the mirror on the back wall. She paused.

There she was. Bella shot a look at the costume that she had laid face-up on the bench, then back at herself. Her straw-colored hair framed soft and gentle features, including kind grey eyes and rounded cheekbones. Bella turned, examining her profile. She was rather mousy, with a mild, muted figure, small hips, and barely noticeably breasts. Not that Bella was unhappy with how she was- but she knew she wasn’t sexy. Most of the time she was okay with that, but at times like this she wished with her whole heart to be more attractive.

It was her fetish making her horny, Bella knew. She had a bizarre encasement and transformation fetish, and ever since she had been a young teen, she had been attracted to the thought of being trapped inside a costume. This longing at times filled her like a gnawing hunger, making her tummy flutter with butterflies and make her staunchest will waver. This was one of those times. As Bella looked from herself in the mirror, to the succubus costume at her side, then back again, she felt the heat of the comparison begin to tingle at her throat. The brutally sexy features, the emphasized and prominent breasts, that marvelous figure- Bella suddenly was filled with an undeniable longing. A tingle started to build up at her crotch, and the urge to rip off her clothes and masturbate furiously tugged insistently at her mind. But she resisted. If there was anything the last three years of this teenage fantasy had taught her, it was self-control. So this way, Bella barely managed to delay her ferocious urge. But only delay. It was going to happen sooner or later, whether at home or…

She shook her head firmly, then took the costume unceremoniously by the neck and began to pat the dust off of the latex. It wasn’t warm at all, Bella noticed absentmindedly. Perhaps she had been imagining things back outside, in the store. But then what of this new slit running down the back of the costume? Had that been there before? But Bella’s mind was too anxious to puzzle over these trivial matters- its attention was wholly concerned with the costume and her own warm pussy. The flutter in her stomach tuned out all other distractions and even the sound of the air conditioning from the vents, as Bella felt mardin escort bayan that feeling that she always got whenever she was about to put on a mask or a costume. That long fetish, that arousal when- oh… Bella paused, then with a jerky, spasmodic motion tossed the costume onto the bench and began to strip feverishly. First came off the shirt, the jeans, the shoes and socks. Then Bella was in her undergarments. She didn’t hesitate at her bra- her hands automatically went up to the reverse-designed clips at the front of her bra cups, and she shed them easily by rolling her shoulders.

But she paused, then. She still had on her panties. A slight, earthy smell wafted up to her, and she frowned disbelievingly down at herself. Bella’s panties had been soaked through. An embarrassed tinge came to her cheeks, even though she was alone, and she couldn’t resist taking a quick peek behind her shoulder at the door. But then a more pressing matter came to her mind- what would she do now? Bella was caught in a dilemma. She would undoubtedly ruin the costume with her juices, regardless of whether she kept her panties on or took them off. Then she wouldn’t be able to return the costume. It looked like as if Bella was definitely taking the costume home.

That only made her stop for a few seconds, though. She looked back at the costume longingly, then looked down at her wet panties and made the decision. She reached down and gingerly pulled the slightly sticky fabric off, shrugging it down her legs and then kicking it to the side. Now Bella stood in the middle of the small changing room, completely naked. She had shaved and waxed her privates recently, and from head on her breasts didn’t look so bad. So Bella allowed herself to lightly run her hands over her body, let herself momentarily admire her perceived body and enjoy the caresses. Then she turned slightly, and the deception fell apart. Bella looked forlornly at her small breasts in the mirror. Then her gaze sharpened with anticipation and she turned to the costume. It was time.

She reached over and quickly patted any leftover dust off from the costume’s skin. Then she turned it around in her hands and looked straight into the face of the succubus mask. It was so strikingly realistic, Bella had no trouble imagining the eyes behind the blank eyeholes. She shivered in fierce agony. She needed it.

Bella rotated the costume firmly until the back slit was facing her. She peered into the latex folds, into the darkness. Then she lifted a foot and pushed it in and through, until she was up to her shin in the costume. She repeated the maneuver with her other leg, and once she had both feet in and through the costume, she pulled. Bella felt the textured skin slide up her legs and thighs and shivered in that perverse but oh-so-good pleasure that surged through her, and fought to breathe. Then her crotch was pulled tightly into the loving embrace of the costume. Small, hidden folds that Bella had not noticed before lined the costume’s fake vagina with her own wet and quivering pussy exactly, and Bella felt some pressure as the costume- somehow, she didn’t know how but somehow- secured itself and anchored itself to her through her pussy. A rush of delight seared through Bella, and right then and there she almost lost control. But almost. Not quite. The costume’s material- the skin- was so thin at the crotch, she could feel escort mardin every whispering touch and brushing fingertip- but not quite, not quite. Bella couldn’t lose it when she was so, so close.

Bella ignored the heat between her moist thighs and the wetness permeating through the latex of the costume, and instead steeled herself as she pulled the costume up even more. The succubus was waiting, Bella mentally chanted to herself, a fanatic edge to this silent voice. She needed to change, to be imprisoned in a sexy costume forever! With these kinds of thoughts running through her head, Bella didn’t even realize that she had pulled her costume up so far until her breasts were snugly melting into the breast forms in front of her chest, and her arms had already pushed through the arm-holes of her costume. Bella reached back and pulled the costume tightly around her shoulders, then reached to her breasts to align the breast forms. The nipples of the costume were placed above her own, and for some reason that Bella couldn’t figure out, she could somehow feel through layers of soft, quivering latex to her own nipples and breast below. She could feel everything, all the sensations in their rosy light, even though these breast forms had to be inches thick above her own natural- and disappointing- breasts.

And the mask. Bella’s shaking hands slowly reached to grab ahold of it, and brought it up to her face. She stared inside- completely dark, a shadowy pink- pink? But the light from the eyeholes and the nostrils and the mouth from inside the mask were a call, a call to Bella to merge with this costume, this lusty succubus. She dove into the mask, felt it sink onto her features and contour to hug them, felt the mask’s latex lips slide over her own. And now Bella was anxious, and she didn’t look at the mirror as she frantically tucked her dull yellow hair into the mask, then couldn’t wait any more and looked into the mirror.

Oh, it was a succubus! A female demon with alluring features that stared lovingly out from the mirror, the rouge on the cheeks, the pale, lifeless skin, the deep eyes that looked curiously black with their huge pupils. Full, round breasts, beyond Bella’s own paltry set- and the pussy shining between her legs. It must have seeped, was Bella’s first thought. Then she moved, and the dark angel in the mirror followed her exact moves. Bella felt an erotic bliss nearly blind her, as she knew it was her, that this vision of dark lust was her, her, and she reached back to close the slit at her back somehow and make her transformation complete. But as she reached back, firm breasts jiggling from the sudden movement, Bella found that there was only a smooth and unbroken patch of warm skin where the opening had been.

Bella looked at the succubus- looked at herself in all her glory, one hand reaching to the small of her back, the other curved around her shapely hip. She was frozen for a second, for a split sharp of crystalline time. Then it broke. She leapt into action, with ferocity, letting the primal arousal fuel her. Her right hand started to brush at her pussy, teasing the lips, and the other immediately went to her breasts, massaging them. And oh, the sensation of the touches blew forward onto her like waves of pure pleasure, and Bella could resist no more. Her right hand began to drive into her moist crotch in earnest, her left hand pinching the taunt and hard nipples, and Bella’s new cruel features contorted in an expression of pure bliss as she started to moan. The plunging went faster and harder, until she stood with her hand half-buried inside her, the other a flurry at her front, and Bella’s moans elevated into cries, as she felt waves of pure erotic pleasure wash over her, pure everlasting, never-ending pleasure.

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The small farm tractor chugged along with loud pops and bangs, trudging on across the dusty path deeper into the cornfield. The familiar green tractor tugged behind it an old wooden trailer; from the looks of it hand made and never maintained nonetheless there was a load of passengers piled onto it. Just under a half dozen of them laid out on dirty wood and poised on bales of hay.

A man sat on a bale closest to the front of the trailer a cheesy fake roman helmet on his head, a strap coming down loosely fastened under his chin. He had a plastic chest plate formed to give the illusion he was a chiseled god, what made him more similar to a god was the thick meat that hung between his legs, if it wasn’t nine inches it wasn’t even one and it had a girth that made every girl in town squirm he knew. His prized possession hung freely beneath a pleated leather skirt, and a cheap pair of sandals was his grand finale of the costume.

He was looking ahead he could see the faint glow of torches radiate from a circle cut in the corn field up ahead. He looked around the other inhabitants of the hayride a small smile on his face; as usual most of them had started to lighten the mood already. A sweet little girl in a seductively low cut and high hemmed Tinkerbelle outfit and crouched on the floor of the wagon, light blonde hair flowing down her back and supple breasts pushing out of the costume. It must’ve been her first year attending because he would have remembered this girl, her face was buried in a fire fighters lap his costume consisting mostly of red and yellow vinyl. He had a helmet sitting next to him and his unzipped jacket revealed he really had the sculpted body to go with his costume.

Two girls sitting with their legs dangled off the back of the trailer had their arms wrapped tightly around one another, lips locks together in a deeply passionate kiss. They rubbed and groped at each other’s bodies, hands slipping in and out of their costumes. One girl dressed as a nurse, a tight short white dress and white fishnet stockings and a headband on her head with a bright red cross. Her lover in a tied up plaid shirt and cut of jean shorts that if she weren’t sitting on it he was sure would show everything but the hole of her ass, a cowboy hat laid upside down a few feet from them.

The tractor ground its way down to the lowest gear then shortly after making the last corner into the clearing squeaked to a halt. There was already a group of people here and so much stimulation he took a deep breath to soak it all in. He saw a man in a full body leather suit, only his genitals exposed through a cut open crotch area, tied to a board between two saw horses. A woman in leather herself, from the hat on her head with BITCH in silver lettering across it to the matching leather choker synched around her neck her corset and her heeled boots were all leather, she was holding a red candle a few inches about the bound mans cock and dripping the liquid wax across his sensitive areas. There was a long fold up table all the way across the clearing from where the tractor popped in where people seemed to be gathered. His attention fell to a small group of people near them, a few sets of two holding each other close, most of the girls with obvious globs of cum in their hair or half glued closed eyes, the whole lot looked worn down. He assumed these were early retirees of the night’s events catching the hayride back out of this sexual adventure.

He was the last one on the trailer by the time he’d just glanced around the clearing and he stood making his way off, as he walked his endowed manhood hunger out from the shelter of his leather skirt. He stood at the rear of the trailer for a moment, watching Tinkerbelle lead the firefighter off towards the table like a puppy his cock wrapped in her soft little fingers. He gave a small chuckle as he looked past the old man driving the tractor, a farmer in overalls too concerned with his chewing tobacco to stop and take in any of this eye candy his daily get up would’ve won the costume contest had they been holding one tonight.

He was looking for an obvious opening somewhere when the tractor fired up and was pushed into first gear. The passengers now much less active than the group just dropped off. As the trailer swung around the cowboy hat rolled off of it landing near his feet. A smile spread across his lips as he reached down to pick it up, he held it by the brim as his eyes searched for then locked onto the plump ass with the cut of jean shorts riding way up it. He started towards the cowgirl with pep in his step.

He was a few feet behind her when he called out. ” ‘Scuse me miss, this your hat? ” He held it up in front of himself but not out to her hoping shed come for it. She urfa escort turned first, the soft flesh up her ample breasts jiggling as she popped her hip and put one hand on it. When her attention was caught up her friend turned too, her lips were painted the same sexy red that her headband cross was and leather pumps matched it all.

” Well it sure does look like it, what does a young lady do to thank such a gentleman around here. ” She locked her eyes into his as she said it, a seductive tone taking over her voice and she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and pressing enamel into flesh. Her eyes broke from his to travel down his body, she spotted his thick head hanging below the skirt at the same time her nurse friend did and her grip on her bottom lip loosened.

” Or should I take care of it for her? ” A hand came up to un button the top button of her tight dress that she hadn’t cut off when altering the costume. Her cleavage immediately pushed the material apart, large firm breasts pushing up out of a white lace push up bra and fighting to escape the dress completely. The man stepped towards them reaching his hand up and out to push the hat down onto the cowgirl’s head. He brought a hand to her cheek and his lips to the opposite cheek. A soft kiss on one side of her beautiful face and a rough thumb pushed between her soft lips into her warm mouth from the other side.

The nurse pressed her body into his, one hand moving immediately between his legs, through pleats of the skirt to grab at his impressive tool. She grabbed fingers around it squeezing and massaging it slowly up and down the shaft; her lips found the flesh his ear lobe and sucked it between them to nibble it softly. Her tongue trailed down his neck and she sunk to her knees, her free hand now moving to grab him by the thigh she pulled his dick out between leather pleats.

He worked his thumb in and out of the cowgirl’s mouth each time pressing it to the back of her throat more firmly that the last. His hand now inside of her loosely tied up shirt, no bra made it easy to fondle her breast and pinch at her nipple tweaking it teasingly. The nurse fought to get the majority of his shaft to push into the back of her throat, the head alone stretching her out like she wasn’t used to. Her hand wrapped around his shaft rubbed back and forth from her mouth to his body stroking him slowly.

His thumb buried into the bottom row of her teeth and his hand pulled from under her shirt leaving her tit behind to move to the top of her head pushing down on it too. She took the hint and sunk to her knees next to her sexy nurse friend. Her cheeks sunk in as she sucked at his tool and pulled it from her mouth with a pop, she let go of his prick and left her hand on his thigh as she moved to put her free hand on the cowgirl next to hers ass. Fingers moving to push into the rim of her short jean shorts and push down her crack slowly running over her asshole and pushing up to explore into her slippery pink hole.

” Holy fuckin’ shiiiiiit. ” The fire fighter screamed this out in pleasure, the man with the nurse and cowgirl before he turned to investigate for a moment. Tinkerbelle was on her hand and knees and had a man with doctor’s scrubs around his ankles balls to her chin with his cock rammed down her throat. The firefighter knelt behind her, stroking his cock fiercely, strings up cum strung between his softening cock head and the pools of hot cum on Tinkerbelle ass. The gladiator looked back down to the two girls before him, he couldn’t see but the nurse had just used the cowgirls own lubricant to push the tips of two fingers into her asshole.

The cowgirl spit into her two empty hands twice and moved to wrap them both around the hard dock dangled before them, she slid them back twisting her hand and rubbing her saliva into the meat she pressed the head back to her friends lips. The nurse parted her lips and sucked the head into her wet oral cavity, the cowgirls hands smacked back and forth between the man and her lips and she slowly inched the large meat into her mouth.

The cowgirl let go of his cock with her hand and grabbed the nurse’s wrist sliding her fingers from her ass and the hand out of her short, she moved to kneel behind the nurse. Grabbing a handful of hair in each hand she pulled the nurses head back off of the dick. With both of the nurses hands holding the man by the legs so he wouldn’t get pushed backwards, the cowgirl started pushing the girls throat down onto the cock each time pushing into her head harder. Inch by inch his shaft disappeared farther and farther into the nurse’s mouth.

She was just pulling inches of shaft in and out of the girl’s mouth now, his fat head never escort urfa coming out of the girl’s throat. She made him throat fuck the man until his hand moved to grip at the back of her head to, as soon as he moved for this she let go of the nurses hair and crept back about a foot. The nurse slowly pulled back against the mans hands until the head popped from her lips and she looked up to him. Mascara ran down her face and smeared across her cheeks from eyes watering, her sexy red lipstick smeared on her face and his shaft. She batted her eyelashes at him and spoke softly. ” You’re gonna fuck her cunt now, since you’re a gentleman and all.”

The nurse moved towards the cowgirl and fell to her back on the ground, raising a hand and crooking a finger to call her over. The cowgirl unbuttoned her short sliding them down exposing a bar and cleanly shaven mound, she moved to straddle the nurse and leaned in pressing lips to lips and popping her ass up in the air. They tongue played between parted lips, the nurses hands rubbing up the other girls stomach and untying the shirt, the two side fallen open and her white breast and red nipples exposed to the air.

He bent his knees and knelt in, pressing his large swollen her up between the girl’s juicy spread pussy and pushing on sliding the first few inches of shaft into her. She drew a sharp breath in as her hole was violated and the nurse pinched tight onto both of her nipples. He pushed himself into her until her was pushing his pelvis against hers and he started his withdrawal. She started to rock from his force as he thrust in and out of her now, her nose tip to tip with the other girls and rubbing against it. Her eyes closed tight and her breaths quick and shallow, she bucked back to meet with his thrusts now, her and the girls meshed together like one big pile of lusty flesh ground into the ground as they fucked the man.

” Uuuuuhhhhhhnnnn. ” She shrieked it out, his moist walls flexing and releasing around his prick, thick juices coating it. She ground back against him enjoying the climax, her back arched now pushing herself up from the nurse more towards the man taking her from behind. He could feel himself twitching and throbbing inside of the girl as her tunnel twitched around him and he slipped his cock back out of her.

” I’m sorry ladies but I’m not ready to throw in the towel, not even just on round one yet. ” He said it looking down to the nurse as the cowgirl had already fallen back into her; laying there on top of her. Straightening his knees and stepping from foot to foot for a minute as normal blood flow resumed it path. His cock stuck out straight from him through the leather skirt and still twitched suspended there.

” Sure thing babe, we’ll be around. ” The nurse offered in an understanding tone, after all good fuckings what everyone was here for. She ran fingers through the cowgirls head as she coaxed her out of her motionless state, she watched the gladiator man walk away now, making his way towards the table everyone eventually checked out.

He had to see what kind of wares had been donated and brought for people to take full advantage of. He came upon the table his eyes running over it, cock softening some and losing some of the extremity at which it stood. He browsed over the assorted dildos and butt plugs, anal beads feather ticklers. The table had definitely been ravaged all ready and he assumed there were plenty of toys scattered around the many men and women’s holes in the clearing and probably many had snuck off into the cornfield.

He came to a part of the table with a variety of solid rings various metal ones, latex ones of all colors, some had vibrating bullets or French ticklers on one side, and they all came in all sizes. He reached out picking up one of the bigger steel ones and held it in his hand. He spat a large gob of spit into his palm rubbing it all over the steel and bringing the circle down to the head of his dick. He worked it down the shaft as far as he could until trimmed pubes got wrapped into the steel and it strangled his cock.

It immediately started to swell back up to full force, veins bulging and popping, the shaft ticking as blood pumped into the tool but was restrained from exiting back out on its proper course. His normally large cock was now a monster looking for shelter. The couple that started past him was definitely and interesting one. The girl that was leading had long jet-black hair with watching lipstick and eyeliner. Pale white skin from her face to her breasts that popped out of a cinched tight velvet corset. Black and white striped tights covered her legs to her heavy looking patent leather combat boots. What stuck out from her costume urfa escort bayan the most was the large black strap on cinched around her waist and between her legs, it looked like a cock with a large mushroom head veins running down it and a large plastic ball sack at the base.

In her delicate looking fingers was a small strip of leather, a chain running from it. The other end of the chain was slipped to a leather and steel spiked dog collar. The collar was around a thicker girls neck and that, a black on black ball gag and a large black butt plug were all she wore. She was shaven down completely, ever her head was smoothly shaven but the butt plug stretching out her anus had long coarse hair protruding from the flat end it brought attention to the fact the girl was in a dog costume even if she was in nothing at all.

” See something you like? ” The mistress asked it sweetly and seductively but there was nothing quiet or shy behind the girl at all. She doubled up the chain taking it by the middle and smacking the girl across the ass with the leather strap handle. ” You wanna fuck her gaping asshole mister? ” She leaned in a bit further and unclipped the girl; she came to his side and knelt up leaning into him rubbing the ball gag up his leg like a dog lapping at a face.

She took the quickened pulsing of the mans cock as a yes and reached in wrapping a finger around the leather collar and using it to pull the slave girl to her feet and to the table. She spun her around and sat her on the table, sitting her on her butt plug to push it further into her anal cavity. The girl on the table brought her legs up to put her feet and the table and slouched back pushing her ass out and exposing her butt plug. The mistress took the tail of the butt plug and slowly pulled it from the girl with, swinging it by the hair and tossing it to the table. The large plug landed with a plop, the girls asshole was red and open, void of light where it was gaping open and you couldn’t see into her anus.

He moved to the table before her, adjusting his skirt so as to not interrupt the ass fucking. He put his swollen head to the open hole and pushed it in with ease, even his large cock slid right up the girl’s loose cavity. He was buried cock-ring deep into the slave girls ass as he started pumping, his cock twitching and flexing as it hadn’t completely forgot about the girls earlier. The slave girl took him by the wrist and coaxed him into taking her hands and leaning into her, his palms into her for his upper body support.

He was buried hilt deep in her when her eyes widened and she pulled him closer holding him tight. The chain was between his teeth with a click and it was pulled back into his jaw, pressing his tongue down into the bottom of his mouth he had to breath through his nose not to gag. The girl was pulling him forward to the table so he went with the chains direction and tried to jerk backwards, this is when he found the skinnier girl was gagging him with the chain because she had her strap on aimed to him. With the initial jerk the plastic cock head had pressed between his cheeks and against his anal opening.

Trapped, if he fought forward he basically surrendered to the thicker girl, backwards and he was fucking himself literally. He pressed into the girl’s asshole as the mistress pressing into his anus urged him forward. It stung and tore as she stretched him beyond his limits as he’d done so many times before. A gasp and cry muffled by the chain made their attempt to escape his lungs but failed. If he had succeeded in crying out would anyone notice or say anything in a place where people were being bound and sodomized left and right. Would anything differentiate between his cries of pain and their cries of ecstasy it was all so similar.

The mistress pulled back on her strap on some then pushed back forward with it again, feeling his anus jerk along the un-lubed plastic shaft, she was smiling to herself and looking into the slave girls eyes. As she pushed farther and farther into him he went weaker and weaker, his useless attempts at fighting subsided. She had worked most of the fake dick inside him and was pushing him heartily into her slave’s asshole now making him grind her.

He could feel the pressure on his colon; it accompanied the tearing burning sensation throughout his anus. Too many things going on, too many sensations his body was tweaking out. His cock flexed and jumped, spewing thick warm cum deep into the thick girls asshole his large cock forcing it to seep out around the cock ring, his dick still buried in her as it started going soft.

The mistress didn’t give up though She had him overpowered now and she wrapped the chain around his head in his teeth so as not to have to use so much force to gag him and she kept at working him over. She hadn’t a clue how long shed put him through this but he gave into it he was hers now. He pressed his eyes closed tight as the mistress buried his face in the slave girls shoulder and pressed the plastic black balls into the mans fleshy drained ball sack.

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Ashlynn Goes to Work Ch. 02

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Alone in my apartment that night, it took me forever to relax. Even after a long shower washed his scent from my skin, my mind raced with vivid memories of my encounter with John in his office. When I finally did fall asleep, my dreams were filled with the hot images of what I hoped he might have planned for the next day. I awoke to find my fingers teasing my clit and exploring my wet pussy.

I indulged these sensations for only a few moments more before realizing I needed to get ready for the day and pulling myself out of bed. Naked, I walked across the bedroom to my closet, opened the doors, and pondered my options. The logical, practical part of me knew that I should dress just as I would for any other day at the office. But what if John really was planning a rendezvous for us that afternoon?

The compromise was simple: a professional exterior, and my sexiest matching undergarments. I chose my favorite bra, pink and satiny, and matching thong panties. It was all I could do not to touch myself as I posed in the mirror. But a quick glance at the clock put me back on track, as I realized I’d be late for work if I didn’t hurry. I selected a form-fitting but professional dark blue v-neck sweater, black slacks, pumps, and a pearl necklace, and headed out for the office.

After settling in at my desk, I scrutinized my coworkers’ faces as they said their good mornings, looking for any sign that any of them were aware of the naughtiness that had taken place the previous afternoon. Each time John passed by my desk, e-mailed me with a new task, or talked to someone else, I searched for any clue of his intentions for our meeting later in the day.

The morning crept by. I felt as if I was the only person operating at normal speed, while everyone around me was in slow-motion. Just before noon, John stopped by my desk, and talking loud enough for anyone within earshot to hear clearly, said, “I’m heading to lunch now, Ashlynn. Why don’t you do the same, and then meet me at my car at 12:30 so we can be sure to be at that meeting on time?”

“You got it, John,” I said as calmly as I could, “see you then.”

Still I didn’t know. He could just be teasing me. Maybe John viewed yesterday afternoon as an isolated thing, a momentary lapse in otherwise good judgement. Or maybe he did indeed have something planned for this afternoon. But that was the beauty of it. Nobody in our office would suspect a thing if we drove off together for a few hours. After all, it happened all the time. As John’s ‘right hand girl’, I was often by his side for meetings. Little did our coworkers know where my right hand had been yesterday afternoon in his office, or for that matter, this morning in my bed as I relived the experience.

I was far too excited to eat lunch, so I gathered my things and took a walk outside, making a few loops around our office building to get some fresh air and compose my thoughts. After repeated glances at my watch, it was finally time, so I made my way to the parking garage, down a level to the spaces reserved for executives like John, and waited for him to arrive.

A few moments later, he emerged from the elevator and walked towards me. He was carrying his briefcase, as he always did when he left the office for a meeting, and finishing a conversation with a colleague he’d obviously bumped into on his way, before shaking the man’s outstretched hand and taking the last few steps towards me with a smile.

“Ready, Ashlynn?”

“Yes, sir! Although I still wish you’d tell me a bit more about this meeting we’re going to. You know how I hate to be unprepared!”

“No worries, Ashlynn, there will be plenty of time to fill you in on the drive there.”

Once again, this dialogue was loud enough for anyone close by to hear, and once again, it was so typical of our interactions that it couldn’t possibly raise any eyebrows.

As soon as we pulled ankara escort out of the garage, his demeanor changed.

“So, Ashlynn, there’s something you said yesterday that I can’t get out of my head.”

“Oh, really, what’s that?”

“You said that you didn’t mind pain, that you actually find it exhilarating.”

“Oh, that. Well, yes, that’s true.”

“I thought perhaps we could explore that this afternoon.”

“Hmm…” I was relieved to know that we wouldn’t be sitting in a boring meeting, but had to admit to him my nervousness. “Well, I can’t say that I’ve ever explored it before, except that one time with the tattoo.”

“Don’t worry, Ashlynn. You can trust me. Spread your legs.”

“Now, in the car?”

“Yes. And please, no questions, just do as you’re told.”

“Yes sir.”

I spread my legs as wide as I could, and he began caressing my left thigh with his right hand. I relaxed back into the seat, resting my head on the head rest and looking over at him as he drove. Just as I let out a calm sigh, he raised his hand and smacked my inner thigh, hard. I squealed in surprise, but made no move to stop him from continuing.

“Good girl. Do you want more?”

“Yes, John, please.”

For the rest of the drive, he abused my inner thighs, alternately pinching and slapping them until I was aware of little other than the stinging sensitivity of that skin. I closed my eyes for a few moments, opening them again to find that we had entered a parking garage. Although I’d been paying little attention to the drive, I quickly realized that I’d been to this place before. It was the hotel at which our company maintained a suite.

You see, there was enough wining and dining to be done with business partners, enough executives being flown in from other regional offices, that it was more efficient for the company to maintain one location than to have to deal with making reservations each time around. I’d been here many times, although never as a guest. My role was usually to pick someone up to deliver them to a meeting, or to drop someone up after picking them up at the airport. Needless to say, this was the first time I’d been brought here for a mid-day rendezvous.

“Are you sure we’ll be OK here, John?” I asked him as the elevator doors closed on our way upstairs. By his answer, he obviously knew what I meant.

“Don’t worry, Ashlynn. I told the office I was meeting a VIP here, a potential new client. I said I couldn’t share his name until we closed the deal. And of course nobody will think anything of the fact that you came with me. Don’t worry about a thing.”

Impressed with his calm and his ability to plan something like this amidst all of his other responsibilities, I wondered for a moment how many other times he might have done this, and with how many other girls. But I quickly decided I didn’t really care. All that mattered at this moment was that I was here with him.

“Wow,” I said as he let me into the suite and shut the door behind us, “it really is beautiful, isn’t it!”

It was the penthouse suite, with a view of the downtown skyline from the expansive entertaining area. But before I could soak in much more of the view, John took my hand and led me into the bedroom, spacious enough to seem, well, spacious even with its king-sized bed.

He set his briefcase down on the corner of the bed and began taking his clothes off, while I awaited my next instructions. I watched as he neatly folded and stacked his clothes on a chair in the corner of the room, then turned to me again.

“Take off your sweater and slacks. But leave the pearl necklace. I want to see you in that with just your bra and panties.”

“Yes, sir.”

I quickly undressed, handing him my clothes, which he stacked on top of his.

“Now, Ashlynn, get on your knees. Crawl over ankara escort bayan to the bed, and open the briefcase.”

I did as I was told, and gasped as I opened the briefcase. Instead of the usual papers, it was filled with various objects which I quickly realized to be an arsenal for both pain and pleasure. There was a riding crop, angled just so to fit in the briefcase. There were handcuffs, and also ropes, clearly for being tied up. There was a small wooden paddle.

I turned around to find Josh immediately behind me, straddling me so that his growing cock was directly behind my head.

“So, Ashlynn, what do you think?”

“I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’ve always said there’s a first time for everything!”

“I like your attitude. Turn around.”

I remained on my knees but turned to face him, and he grabbed me by the hair and shoved his cock in my mouth. I eagerly reached up to use my hands as well, but he stopped me, grabbing my petite wrists in his big, strong hands and pulling my arms up over my head, so that I had no choice but to take him completely into my mouth and, as he grew, into my throat.

He freed one of his hands, still controlling my wrists with his other, and reached down to pick up the wooden paddle. With no protest from me, since my mouth was completely full, he began swatting my ass with the paddle, gently at first, then more firmly, as I gasped for air. I maintained my composure as best as possible, fighting to continue a regular motion up and down on his cock in spite of the occasional blast of pain to my ass cheeks.

After a few more minutes of this treatment, John suddenly pulled me to my feet, kissing me passionately as I felt the blood rush back into my lower legs after so much time on my knees.

“Take off your bra and panties.”

I once again did as I was told, watching John put down the paddle and pick up the riding crop. Once I was completely naked save for the pearl necklace he obviously wanted to remain, he spun me around so that my back faced him, and embraced me from behind, his hard cock slipping between my legs and rubbing against my pussy lips. He gently swatted at various parts of my body with the riding crop as he used his free hand to pinch my nipples hard, squeezing and twisting them in his fingers until I writhed and squealed under his touch.

I nearly came under this treatment, with the riding crop settling on my clit, his fingers torturing my nipples, and his big strong body enveloping mine, but before I could reach a climax, he backed off and pushed me down onto the bed. He now tossed down the riding crop and pulled from his briefcase two sets of black rope.

Although I had never been tied up before, I immediately understood their purpose, and rolled over onto my back and stretched out my limbs so that he could position me as he wished. The ropes had pre-tied loops for wrists and ankles, and in just a matter of seconds, he had me spread-eagled on the bed, one limb connected by the rope to each corner of the bed.

I suddenly realized how vulnerable I was in this position, and almost without meaning to, fought against the ropes for a few moments.

“It will be much easier if you relax, Ashlynn. See how they work? If you fight, the ropes tighten against your skin. If you relax, they actually give you some room to move.”

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

He climbed on top of me in a 69 position, his hard cock directly above my mouth. Once again, I wanted to reach up to touch him, to pleasure him with both my hands and my mouth, but clearly now I had no choice but to use just my mouth and throat. He slowly lowered himself into me, and the angle created by this position allowed him even more depth into my throat than before. He moaned with pleasure as he held himself in this position, as I struggled escort ankara to breathe.

Just as I relaxed enough to realize that I could breathe through my nose, he began playing with my pussy with his fingers, causing me to gasp and my heart to pound once again. His touch was expert as he slowly spread me apart, tickled my clit with his tongue, and probed me with his fingers.

I began to feel him getting closer to a climax as he pounded in and out of my throat, but just then, he pulled out and climbed off of me, crawling down to position himself on his knees between my legs. He reached up to put an extra pillow under my head so that I could easily see what he was doing, and then quickly inserted one, then two, then three, then four fingers inside of me and began a furious pounding of my dripping wet pussy.

The sensations were unlike anything I had ever felt, especially as he bent down to suck my clit into his mouth. To be unable to move, unable to control any aspect of his motions, and all the while to be able to watch, was more than I could take, and my body soon shuddered with a profound orgasm.

Before I had even come down from my high, my eyes closed as I enjoyed the sensations, I felt him releasing my wrists, and then my ankles, from the ropes. As I sat up and stretched my limbs, he rolled over onto his back in the middle of the bed, caught my eye, and asked a naughty question.

“Are you ready to ride me until I cum, no matter what else I do to you?”

“Yes, of course. You can to anything to me that you like.”

He smiled, picked out a few items from his briefcase, and said, “good girl. Climb on.”

I stroked his cock a few times with my hands, then straddled him and slowly lowered myself onto him. Once he was completely inside of me, I held there for a few moments as he took one of my breasts in each hand and firmly pinched each nipple. As I began riding him, he held my tits firmly in his hands, creating an intense feeling as he kept them from moving as the rest of my body traveled up and down.

He then suddenly let go, allowing my breasts to bounce freely, and I watched him reach once again for the riding crop. He began swatting me on my ass cheeks and lower back, sometimes gently, sometimes anything but, as I rode him faster now.

“Slow down, Ashlynn. Slow down.”

I responded immediately, and locked my eyes on his as he put down the crop and reached for something else that was out of my view. Suddenly, I felt something – it must have been a small dildo – pressing against my virgin ass. I whimpered and resisted for a moment, but could see in his eyes that he was imploring me to trust him, so I relaxed as much as possible as he slowly pressed the object into my ass.

Once it was inside, he held it in position and whispered to me to begin riding him faster once again. The feeling of fullness for me was, obviously, unlike anything I had ever experienced. And I could sense from his reactions that it added a tightness for him as well. His hands once again came to my breasts, kneading them as I now began riding him furiously. My muscles kept the dildo in place as I experienced yet another powerful orgasm.

And once again, John’s stamina outlasted mine. After allowing me to ride out my climax, crying out as I rode him, he lifted me off of him, gently tossed me down to the bed, and straddled my chest, stroking himself for a few moments more before he shot a huge load of cum all over my chest, covering my tits and running down to my belly.

I took it upon myself to show him my appreciation by rubbing his cum into my skin, massaging my tender nipples and sore breasts before finally tracing a finger through the warm sticky goo and lifting it to my mouth for a taste.

John smiled, kissed me gently on the lips, then helped me off the bed.

“We’ve just got time to get cleaned up before heading back to the office. You’d better shower, I’ll get the room tidied up.”

It couldn’t have been more than 30 minutes before we were back in the office. As nervous as I had been that morning that someone might have suspected something, I was now equally confident that nobody would. I could only imagine what John would come up with next.

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Connie had had a very bad day and that was good for Tom. It meant that he would be the recipient of all that pent up tension and frustration. Tom still often wondered what his life would have been like if he had not attended Ms. Connie Cook’s real estate lecture on that day three months ago.

“When are you coming over,” the voice on the other end was terse, her words, clipped.

“Around six.”

“Make it sooner. I want you there when I get home. … and be ready. “

“OK.”

He thought it best to keep his response simple. She was in no mood.

The 32 year old quickly prepared himself for Connie’s arrival, while he had never questioned their age difference, in the beginning it had concerned Connie. Tom’s only problem was that he loved older women and Connie was a dream come true. Having been married for over 30 years to the only lover she had ever know, Connie was ripe for experimentation and although he had never met the man, Tom had raised a glass to his benefactor on more than one occasion. You see Connie’s late husband was an ass man, or to be more precise, an ass fucker.

Tom often smiled when he recalled he and Connie’s first love making session. He had just hammered her pussy big time when Connie flipped over on her stomach so quickly it would make your head would spin.

Grabbing an ample cheek in both hands she pulled herself open wide. Tom lay by her side a little perplexed.

“Aren’t you going to fuck my ass? There’s lube in the nightstand” she said, looking over her shoulder with the sweetest look of confusion and hurt that Tom had ever seen.

Well, not one to pass up such an offer, Tom’s cock quickly rouse to the occasion. It was malatya escort only later that Tom learned that Connie’s hubbie actually preferred the “servant’s entrance” so much so, that anal sex for Connie had always been the norm and that the few men she had been with since her husband, tended not to be interested in fulfilling her needs in that regard.

Tom stopped daydreaming and got back to the task at hand. He undressed and placed in each of the short, terry robe pockets, what he hoped would be needed for the evening. Since it was the Friday before the long weekend, Tom anticipated that if he were lucky, the evening would progress far into night. As he waited, time seemed to creep by. Tension grew as he paced around the bedroom trying to keep his hand from doing what he so desperately wanted to do.

“But that he said, would spoil the evenings entertainment wouldn’t it” He found himself saying out loud. “Hell, now she has me talking to myself”

Tom heard a car door and looked down into the driveway to see his full figured lady attempting to juggle her briefcase, travel mug and purse from the car. At 6′, 200 lbs she had modelled to put herself through college and now some sixteen pounds heavier, the 52 year old was still stunningly beautiful with a nice sized chest that complimented her height, full hips and big thighs, she never failed to make his dick hard.

Connie rushed through the door slowing just enough to flash a “come fuck me smile.”

“I have to pee!”

Connie grabbed two of her young man’s fingers and moving quickly down the hall, heading for the guest bathroom. She dropped Tim’s fingers as she crossed malatya escort bayan the threshold and yanking up her skirt with both hands, wiggling her large ass back and forth to free it from the confines of the business suit’s tight tan skirt. Before she could spin around to sit on the toilet, Tim quickly took her by the hips and bent her over the toilet seat planting small kisses on her ass as his dick savoured the sight. Connie’s skirt was now bunched up around her waist framing her ass with the tops of her black thigh highs. It was then that he realized she was not wearing panties! She must have heard the involuntary grown that escaped his lips as his mouth sought out her pussy and asshole.

“See, I meant it when I said be ready. I went to the lady’s room before I cleared my desk to leave…, her breath was now coming shot and weak,…just so we wouldn’t waste any time.”

The thought of Connie spending her final moments at work, surrounded by her fellow professional stuffed shirt co-workers pantie-less, was all his cock needed to come to full staff.

Earlier that day Tom had called her just as she was heading for the ladies room. Connie tried to get Tom off the phone but he insisted on continuing their now suggestive conversation right up to the moment Connie entered the stall. It was then that Tom asked her to put her camera phone to good use. Not only was he able to hear her powerful stream as it hit the porcelain but he was also able to see the beautiful hairy muff that produces it.

And now the object of his desire was before him. His head was spinning as Connie tuned in his grasp and parted his robe taking escort malatya a firm grasp on his now hard cock, quickly yanking it, pulling it hard as if it were a string attached to her favourite pull toy. Pulling him closer.

“Please baby, Mommy has to pee so bad… please…”

Tim helped ease her down, lifting her legs to his shoulders and inching her to the edge of the toilet seat. He placed his head between her legs swimming in the musky warm scents that lingered there from a full days worth of meetings, bathroom breaks and sweet crotch sweat. His fingers pried open her wet pussy lips wide as his tongue and teeth sought out and nibbled her clit. Soon he found what his tongue was looking for, her pee hole. As she shivered, Connie throw her hips forward into her young man’s face and let loose a stream of warm liquid love, into his waiting mouth.

“Lick it,” Connie whispered. “Lick it baby, don’t waste a drop.”

Tom did his best to do as he was told, slipping his KY covered middle finger deep inside Connie’s well used ass.

She started cumming, so violent was her orgasm that Tom felt she would snap his neck at any moment.

Finally, as her spasms subsided Tom moved her to the sink, lifting her legs, easing his rock hard phallus into her waiting hot hole.

For the next five minutes Tom moved in and out of Connie like a jackhammer. “Cum in my ass Tom, please, cum in my ass.”

Without missing a beat Tom moved into Connie’s ass, gripping a fat ass cheek in each hand and rammed his cock home for all he was worth. Within two strokes she was filled with his cum.

Connie slid off the countertop, dropped to her knees and proceed to clean Tom’s cock with her moist wet mouth. The taste of her pussy, ass and Tom’s cum mingled to create an intoxicating cocktail that made her crave more.

Tom lifted Connie to her feet, she was weak as a kitten as they stumbled toward the bedroom, mouths pressed together, tongues intertwined, already thinking of what pleasures the weekend would bring.

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I am standing in an immaculately furnished, beautiful, soft bedroom. The bed in front of me is complete with resplendent satin sheets the color of Prosecco. I am immaculately adorned as well. Totally and fully sissified, we are three little girls standing in our finest sissy maid attire. All three of us are holding back the saliva collecting at the corner of our lips in anticipation. But we know that ultimately this is a good thing. The wetter and more lubricated our mouths are, the better. Not that there is any doubt to our individual proficiency with male genitalia. Three flaming fags the likes of us take the handling of penis very seriously. And we would never approach the task lightly. No real sissy fag would even approach a penis without the utmost deference and dedication. We worship them, and as such, understand their position and significance. If you ever want a real eye-closing, bone-melting blowjob, you enlist a sissy maid. Not only is it our greatest source of pride, but, (obviously due to some mistake, because we aren’t men) we have limitless access to the equipment and have a much more in-depth and intense familiarity with it than a real woman could ever have. Like us girls say around the chateau, “Sissies take semen seriously!”

Speaking of which, at this moment I am feeling so capable and confident because I appear so much like the woman I long to be. I can’t help but wish so passionately that I had a vagina. Luckily, my plump, juicy ass has been filling in as a very welcoming and very able penis receptacle, as has been remarked to me many times recently. I wonder if I will be penetrated by a man’s hot, hard cock while I’m in this bedroom. Although I am typically very greedy about being fucked in my ass, I also know that çanakkale escort my butt could use a break. With so much cock pounding into my ass as of late, it has been feeling very much like a pin cushion. But of course I know that none of this is my decision in any way, the only will that matters is that of the Mistress.

I have my high heels on with my pantyhose attached to a garter belt. The feeling and confinement of the beautiful blue dress I am wearing with my panties is intoxicating. My Mistress orders me onto the satin and silk bed in front of me. “Lay on the bed, fag, on your back.” She laughs and I know she is referring to me because she almost always refers to me as as “fag” or “my little fag” or some derivation. Mistress has succeeded in imprinting the term on me. Even when I am out in the real world, ridiculously masquerading as a straight man, I will respond to the term “fag” whenever it is spoken as if it is my name. Although I consider it my name now, it is tiring having to continually explain away to regular, normal people why I so readily respond to the word. Of course, I lie, Mistress forbids me from disclosing my “true self” to anyone without her express permission.

Back in the bedroom, I am so completely trained as a feminized cockslut that all commands from my Mistress or Mistresses are followed automatically without thought. The two other sissies in the room are as hungry as I am and I know that every second that goes by feels like an hour for them until their name is called. As I lay on the bed I hope I will get at least one of their warm, supple cocks in my mouth or laying firmly on my face. Maybe I’ll get one in my ass and one in my mouth. This thought çanakkale escort bayan causes my penis, or as my Mistress instructs me to refer to it, my “clit” to become hard as a leaden pipe. Laying on my back in full view of everyone in the room, my fully engorged cock is easily visible to all even under my apron, dress, petticoat, and panties. Mistress orders Joanne, one of the other sissies, to sit down on my face. She obediently does so and I am immediately thrust into the dark, wonderful paradise of “her” naked ass as it smothers me. I can feel her weight on my body and my nose is lined up perfectly with her anus so that the only breath I can get is coming directly from her asshole. It is almost suffocating but it is so warm, moist, and fragrant that I know I am not going to be able to contain myself. I know that I can’t stop myself and at this point, in full view of everyone, I explode jizz into my panties.

Mistress orders “Betsy,” the last girl not on the bed to take down my knickers and “eat the jizz out of them.” She specifies that she wants them spotless. The girl on my face, Joanne, is ready to implode now as well and she shifts backwards so her balls are right above my eyebrows. I can see the smooth orbs right at the top of my peripheral vision. I can feel their warmth on my head and it’s amazing. The feeling of warm, soft testicles, especially those very much on the verge of emptying their hot nectar, without fail now always elicits a feeling of safety and overwhelming comfort to me which I savor. I am positively ecstatic when I realize she is pumping her cock vigorously right on top of my face. I open my lipgloss-clad lips in an attempt to direct her, “empty your load escort çanakkale of creamy milk here, my darling.” In just a few magical moments, she obliges and I am swallowing a rather sizable load. The jizz being pumped into my body is fresh, hot, and absolutely delicious. I love the taste, I don’t know what people complain about, it’s my favorite drink. I can’t get enough of it but it’s surely the best right from tap to mouth.

Speaking of which, this seems to be a sentiment shared by all us “girls” in the room. Betsy has lovingly cleaned my panties totally dry. For a moment I can’t help but stop and be impressed at how thorough of a job she’s done. Joanne and I both sit up on the bed and realize that we must take care of Betsy. We don’t need direction from any of the Mistresses because this is an implied order. In tandem, we both move towards the poor, neglected thing as I swallow the last of Joanne’s cum in my mouth. As much as I want it, I know that Joanne is to receive Betsy’s load as I have already been treated to one. This is one of the unspoken rules between the girls. So I work on arousing Betsy through deep, sensual kissing and feeling her up. For what it’s worth, Joanne and I are an incredible semen extraction team. Whenever she pauses sucking off Betsy I instinctively reach down with my hand and stroke the hard shaft until Joanne is ready for a mouthful again. As has already been touched upon, all of us girls take an incredible amount of pride in our cock-sucking skills. We consider ourselves elite. And personally, when I am in the presence of a group of straight women in the real world, knowing that I am most likely the best cocksucker among them is my greatest source of pride.

Soon, in this bedroom of pure delight, Betsy cums with enthusiasm. She obviously had the most intense orgasm of the group so far. Joanne and I make eye contact, relishing how amazing our penis-pleasing skills are. Exhausted, all three of us take the interlude to lay on the bed, snuggling. Each of our stomachs is full of warm cum and we’ll most likely be able to go again in a few minutes or so.

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Air failed to escape her lungs, pushed down into a dark abyss as she struggled to breathe. The same dream haunted her for the past month. Beeping and pain. Blood and sorrow. Those were the elements that stood out the most. The blood always faded first, followed by the pain and beeping, but the sorrow always remained. Except for today.

Today the beeping was incessant.

“For the love of God! Turn off that damn alarm!”

Sonya’s eyes popped open at the sound of Cee Cee’s voice, darting towards her wrist, which was fine and then up to her alarm clock.

6:10

“Shit!”

How did she oversleep again? She pressed the silence button on her alarm and threw the comforter off her warm body only to be greeted with frigid air. The two temperatures flirting with each other as they found a compromise.

Letting her feet touch the cold floor, Sonya went through her daily routine like a zombie.

Shower, brush teeth, get dressed and go to work.

But as she thought of leaving for work she was reminded of the monstrosity that sat outside where her baby should be. And instantly Sonya was pissed off again. There was no way in hell she was riding to work in that gas guzzler. So, she put her pajamas back on and went into the kitchen to have her breakfast.

Cee Cee was already in the kitchen drinking what smelled like coffee. That’s what she needed…coffee.

“Sonya? Why aren’t you dressed? You’re going to be late for work.”

Stepping past her to pour her own much needed cup of Java, she simply shrugged her shoulders.

“Not going.”

“Not going?” Cee Cee repeated behind her.

“Yeah. No car,” she answered as if that was obvious.

There was a brief pause before she heard laughter.

“Then what is that sitting outside?”

“An eyesore,” Sonya murmured as she took her first sip of coffee. Too hot. Walking to the refrigerator she pressed the ice machine and placed two ice cubes into her coffee watching them melt. A few seconds passed before she sipped on her warm coffee. Ah, sweet nirvana.

“Sonya! It’s your car.”

“No. It’s Mr. Sinclair’s car.”

“Trent. He said to call him Trent.”

“Yeah, well I’m not doing that,” she scoffed drinking more of her liquid ambrosia.

“Son—” she was cut off as a knock echoed through the room.

“Who could that be at 7:15 in the morning,” she asked looking down at her watch.

Before Sonya could answer she watched Cee Cee walk out of the kitchen towards the living room. Seconds later she heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

“Oooo. You’re in trouble,” she sang.

“What?” Sonya turned, only to stop and blink a couple of times. In front of her was her boss. Trenton Sinclair. Of course, he was dressed to kill in a suit that probably cost more than the rent she helped pay. Not to mention his perfect hair and perfect shoes. Moving her eyes back up she watched as he smirked at her, having caught her giving him a once over.

“Hi Sonya.”

“Mr. Sinclair.”

It was her turn to smirk as she watched his jaw twitch. It let her know that he really didn’t like her to call him that, but this time he didn’t push the issue. Instead he took a step towards her and spoke in his most authoritative tone.

“Get dressed. We have a meeting in an hour.”

“Sorry Mr. Sinclair. Can’t.”

“And why not?”

“No transportation. My car’s in the shop,” she answered, taking another sip of her coffee.

“Sonya, the car outside is yours.”

A scoff escaped her mouth.

“No strings attached.”

“There are always strings,” she whispered behind her mug.

“Not this time. So, get dressed,” he paused. “Now.”

“No. Have a nice day, Mr. Sinclair,” she dismissed him turning her back on him again.

“Uh oh,” Cee Cee laughed.

“What the fu—” she began as her mug hit the floor shattering on impact.

Smack

“Language!”

Did he just spank me?

“We’re leaving Cam. See bursa escort you tonight,” Trenton yelled.

“I’m in pajamas you ass.”

Smack

“Ow. Stop doing that.”

“Then stop cursing. Besides you had a chance to change.”

“Mr. Sinclair,” Sonya yelled as they got closer to the front door.

Silence.

“Mr. Sinclair.”

More silence

The sound of the door opening caused panic to well up in her chest. “Trenton! Fine! You win! You win!” she gasped. The sharp inhale and exhale of air causing her chest to hurt.

“You’ll get dressed?”

Silence.

“Okay,” he whispered opening the door wider.

“Yes! I’ll get dressed.”

“Thank you,” he smiled.

“Can you put me down now?

“Say please,” he laughed.

“Please,” she murmured.

“Now say Trent,” he goaded.

“Don’t you two have a meeting,” a laugh cut through the tension. Heat spread through her body as she looked up to see Cee Cee holding back a smile of her own. How long had she been there? Hell, how long had Sonya been hanging over her boss’s shoulder?

“Uh yeah,” Trenton finally whispered while putting her down.

“I’ll be in the car Sonya. You’re riding with me since you won’t take your own car.”

“It’s not my car,” she yelled to the closed door as she turned and disappeared from the room.

***

Trees zoomed by as the duo sped down the highway. Sonya had purposely taken her time getting dressed. If he wanted her compliance he would have to earn it. Especially after the car debacle. As a result, they were running late, and Trenton was fuming. This only made Sonya smile a little more than it should.

Stopping at a red light, she dared to look over at him only to see him glaring at the car beside them. It’s ruby red exterior gleamed under the rays of the sun as the owner revved his engine repeatedly. The light turned green seconds later and the ruby red Camaro sped forward leaving the duo in its dust.

“Asshole,” they both said.

Sonya turned her head to see Trenton looking at her as well. Her eyes stared into his cobalt ones until the sound of honking broke their gaze.

Twenty minutes later they arrived at Maxwell Towing and Auto Dealership. Sonya’s head jerked to the side as she realized where they were going.

“This is our meeting?”

When she got no answer, she turned her gaze towards the building she’d been in the day before.

“Come on,” Trenton spoken and then left her all alone. Stopping only when he realized she wasn’t following him. Her feet touched dirt and gravel as she trudged her way towards him. His back turned to her as they stepped towards the door labeled office. Once inside Sonya looked around again. Still nice and tidy.

“Yo, Max!”

“Is that how you always greet each other?”

“No.”

“Sinclair! Bought time you showed up. Joe owes me fifty bucks,” he laughed.

“Fifty bucks? Why?”

“After you two left yesterday I told him what happened. He bet me she’d either kill you or castrate you,” Max laughed.

“There’s still time,” she smiled.

The laughter stopped as Max turned towards her. “I think I love you,” he smiled.

This time it was Sonya’s turn to laugh followed by Max. Trenton did not follow suit.

“If you’re done can we get down to business?”

“Sorry man. She’s awesome. You should keep her.”

“I’m not a possession.”

“No, you’re not,” he smiled. “You got a smart mouth,” he whispered then leaned down and whispered something into Sonya’s ear that Trenton couldn’t hear.

“What?” she stuttered.

A wink was all she got.

“Max, you done?”

As she turned to Trenton, Sonya could see the scowl that graced his face, this time directed towards his friend. Sonya’s eyes darted back to Max who just winked again causing her to blush.

I can think of something you can do with that smart mouth.

The words bursa escort bayan he had whispered echoed in her head on a loop. She had never been so happy to have a dark complexion as she was right now.

“Why are we here again? Is my car ready,” Sonya asked hopeful.

It didn’t escape her attention that Max looked at Trenton. Or that Trenton nodded back but appeared to have tensed up.

“What?”

“Yes,” Max started. “Your rust bucket is fixed.”

“Holy shit!” Sonya laughed.

“Language,” the two men echoed at the same time.

Ignoring them, Sonya lunged at Max and gave him a huge kiss on the cheek. She never even saw Trenton move as two hands pulled her against a muscled frame.

“Sorry,” Sonya gasped as she looked up at a cocky smile.

“You should probably wait to be overjoyed, but I’ll take another kiss if you’re giving them out.”

“Max,” a growl sounded through the room.

Max’s smile only got bigger.

“What Max is trying to say is you can have your car back. On one condition.”

“Condition? It’s already my car.”

“Yes. An unsafe—”

“Out of date,” Max jumped in.

“Eye sore,” Trenton finished.

“With sentimental value,” Sonya stated.

“Like?”

Her eyes closed for a moment and then flew open. “Like none of your damn business. Keys?” She asked looking towards Max. Again his eyes went to Trenton.

“Maxwell! Keys!” she yelled.

“Okay so here’s the thing her half pint,” Max started.

“Don’t call me that.”

“I kind of agree with Sinclair’s condition. Sorry,” he smiled.

The hell he was.

“So, Mr. Sinclair. What is this condition?” Sonya asked after giving them both death stares. She only stopped because it didn’t seem to have an affect on either of them.

“There are 3 conditions actually. More like rules.”

When Sonya didn’t ask what they were Trento began speaking.

“1, you will call me Trenton when we are alone. No more of this Mr. Sinclair bullshit.”

“Language,” Sonya said, throwing his words back at him.

“Yes, speaking of language. Every time you swear that’s one smack to the ass. You already have two racked up from that holy shit and damn outburst a few moments ago.”

“You’re not smacking or spanking me.”

“And 3, you are to come and live with me for 3 months so that I can make up for the 72 hours that I screwed up. One month for each day you were supposed to be in my care.”

Silence.

“Why?”

“Yeah. Why, Sinclair,” Max smiled.

Glaring at his friend he looked back down at Sonya and felt all his anger melt away. “I need a personal assistant that can breathe my life and knows it inside and out. This is the best way to achieve that goal.”

“And the spankings?” she raised her eyebrows.

“That was my idea,” Max cut in.

“Of course, it was,” she frowned.

“Do we have a deal?”

Sonya bit at her lower lip as she thought about his proposition. Could she live with him for 3 months? Granted this time she wasn’t going to try to kill herself. But could she say the same for not trying to kill him?

“Sonya?”

“No spankings,” she stated.

“The spankings stay.”

“No—”

“They stay. Take it or leave it.”

When she shot daggers his way he only smiled. “Tick tock.”

“Fine,” she spat.

How serious could he be about all of this anyway?

****

“You jerk,” she yelled.

“It was only five,” he smiled.

He had really spanked her. She had gotten mad at him for holding her car hostage and cursed his ass out. He said she could have her car after the three months was up. That he didn’t trust her to not take the car and then leave. Of course, she would have done that, but it pissed her off that he knew it too. And now she was rubbing her sore bottom as she looked at him with something akin to hatred, but stronger.

“And it was over your escort bursa jeans. So, you barely even felt it.”

A scoff was her only response.

“Isn’t this sexual harassment?”

“Probably,” he smirked.

“You’re an -“

“I’d think about that before you say it,” he smiled again.

Closing her mouth, Sonya glared at him once more. Why did he care so much if she swore? It was what kept her grounded sometimes. Fuck him and his rules. He couldn’t police her mind, so she’d just curse at him from there. Fuck you Mr. Sinclair and your shitty ass rules. A sigh escaped her mouth as she smiled back at him. Two can play this game.

When he saw that she was smiling back he became a little worried but decided to let it go. He had her for three months and he needed to figure out the real reason he came up with these conditions. At first it was just going to be that she just call him Trent, but as she started cursing at him he couldn’t help but want to bend her over his knee and tear that ass up.

The reaction had caught him off guard at first. He wasn’t a violent man. Not into anything remotely resembling BDSM, that was all his buddy Max. Yet after the first smack to her ass a vibration of arousal coursed through his body. She had yelled fuck as loud as she could which earned her another smack. And even though she yelled her protest, he couldn’t help but wonder what she would look like in lingerie or better yet naked.

It wasn’t the first time he had pictured her naked, but for the first time in his life he was wondering if maybe he wasn’t as straight laced as he thought. Maybe I will look into this BDSM stuff he pondered as his train of thought was interrupted.

“Excuse me!”

Blinking slowly at the outburst, Trent looked to his left at where the voice had come from. There stood a still angry Sonya with her arms crossed over her chest. Her face still held that disdain that he had come to know and somehow admire. This only brought another smile to his face.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Sinclair, what would you like me to do now that you have effectively abused me?”

“First off I did not abuse you. I spanked you. Secondly, what are you supposed to call me when we are not at work?”

Sonya’s eyes moved towards the floor and then back to the man in front of her. “Fine. Trenton.”

“Trent,” he corrected.

“Trenton. Take it or leave it,” she smirked, throwing his words back in his face.

Sonya frowned when he laughed instead of becoming upset. She was trying to make him just as miserable, but it seemed he thought her defiance was funny.

“Okay. You can call me Trenton. It’s just weird. Only my mom calls me that.”

Ignoring his statement, Sonya walked over to his office desk and sat down. She didn’t miss the fact that he moved much closer to her as she took a pen and paper from his stationary to take notes.

“First off, what are we going to tell CeeCee? She is going to want to know why I need to live with you to be an effective assistant when other executive assistants do just fine at their own homes.”

“I’ll handle Cameron.”

“I’d love to be there for that. Please, oh please let me be there for that,” she almost begged as she laughed at him. CeeCee was going to rip into him like a present at Christmas time. Without mercy.

“Sure,” he smirked.

That smirk always jump started her heart just a little. And as always, she needed to just change the subject.

“I’m also going to need a copy of your schedule. Technically, I’ve been with your company for less than a week. Shit! Everyone’s going to think I’m sleeping with you now. Great. Just great.”

“Sonya, no one is going to think we are sleeping together because no one is going to know about our arrangement. At work you will be Ms. Phillips my assistant and I will be Mr. Sinclair, your controlling and hard to deal with boss. You’ll hate me so much that no one would ever think you could be sleeping with me. Plotting my murder, probably.”

“Okay,” she sighed. “You’re right.”

“Of course, I am,” he frowned. “Oh, and by the way, that’s one for later. You and your fascination with the word shit is going to get you in a lot of trouble,” he laughed as he walked away closing the door behind him.

“Shit,” she whispered to the empty room.

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The Good Old Boy Ch. 04

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I was behind the bar at the Wild Goose that very same night. The owners, Carla and Johnny Lake, wanted to attract a younger crowd and generally make the place more hip. That made me grin to myself, but I nodded seriously. They were very clear that they wanted to hear any ideas I had to change the image of the place and draw people in. Ideas? This hick town wasn’t ready for my ideas. It never had been.

From Marc, who roped me into fixing drinks at his stuck-up faculty wine and cheese parties, I had learned quite a repertoire of cocktails. But it was highly unlikely that anyone would be ordering a vodka gimlet or a green apple martini at the Wild Goose, not when the closest thing they had to an import was Michelob.

Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, I worked with Carla Lake so she could train me on the register, tapping the kegs, and cashing out. It was pretty easy stuff. The day person, Mandy, would do most of the stocking before she left since I couldn’t do a whole lot of lifting with my broken arm; and if the keg ran out during my shift one of the regulars would be willing to carry it in from the stock room in back and change it for me. During the week things were pretty quiet. I’d come in at 6 and leave at 1 am; and then on Friday and Saturday night they had a license to stay open until 2 am. The pay was better than I expected, but Carla cautioned me not to expect much tipping, unless it was Friday night. Patrons of the Goose were notoriously bad tippers.

“Think you can handle it by yourself?” she asked as we cashed out Tuesday night.

“Sure.”

“Well, Johnny and I know you’ll do a good job. Take tomorrow off and come back Wednesday ready to rock and roll.”

I was used to lying around watching TV and drinking beer, not working; when I came home at night I fell into bed exhausted. At least now I had an excuse to sleep till noon. Andy and I saw each other when he came up to the house from the garage to eat his lunch and that was it. I hadn’t seen Louis or talked to him since he left Sunday morning. He was usually over here several times a week at Andrew’s nightly parties, but now that I had a job I wasn’t here myself; I thought about calling him, but he never gave me his cell number, and if I asked Andy for it he would want to know why I needed to call Louis. As far as that went, I didn’t care if the whole world knew about Louis and me; but for his sake I kept silent. It wasn’t my place to out him. I knew he was busy, but that didn’t stop me from thinking about him constantly, especially when I woke up alone with a hard on, stroking it while I relived the feeling of his hands holding my ass as I thrust into his mouth, or my tongue pushing gently inside his tight virgin hole while he moaned in his throat.

I spent my day off with Rachel and her 3-year-old Will. I went over there about every other afternoon to watch SpongeBob SquarePants with Will so Rachel could shop or have some “Mommy time”; in return she cooked for me and washed my hair in her laundry room sink. I don’t think she told Tom I came over so often. It wasn’t that he was jealous; but Rachel admitted he was somewhat homophobic. I wondered what he’d say if he knew that the James in William James wasn’t some great-uncle of Rachel’s like she’d told him, but my real first name that no one called me. I didn’t really make an issue of it. If Tom didn’t like fags, that was his problem. I didn’t particularly care for bigots myself.

When I got home, the party was in full swing, with my brother grilling steaks and sausages outside and everyone drinking and smoking pot. I had a headache from too many episodes of Blue’s Clues so I went downstairs for a nap. It was getting close to 9 o’clock when I came up to get something to eat and have a few hits of the community bong. The party had moved to the TV by then for the college basketball game, but I was just zoning out and indulging my munchies. The sports gene had skipped me. That’s when headlights pulled up in the driveway and Louis came in.

Across the room our eyes met, and Louis gave me a secret little wink before he looked away. My heart jumped, along with my dick, but I tried not to show it; there were too many people here even if they were all watching basketball. Everyone was happy to see Louis. He was the man with the good weed, after all. As we got high, I was sitting next to Louis at the kitchen table along with a few other people, but we didn’t look at each other. They seemed oblivious to the electricity between us. How could anyone not notice the air practically crackled?

“I guess I need to go on a beer run.” Louis got up and pulled his keys out.

“I’ll ride along,” I said casually. No one even looked up as I followed him out the door to his old green Jeep Cherokee.

In the car, in the dark, he glanced over at me and smiled his cute, sexy, familiar smile. I could remember when he had a mouth full of metal. “So how’s the job?”

I didn’t bother to ask how he knew I’d taken the Lakes up on their offer. In a town this small you can’t take a shit without everyone knowing it. “It’s okay.”

On the country road that led bursa otele gelen eskort into town, there were no lights at all other than the Jeep’s headlights illuminating the road. It was very, very dark, and when I looked up at the sky through the car window I clearly saw the silvery thumbnail of the moon and the shining stars of Orion’s belt. The radio was playing “Stairway to Heaven.” Along the road was an old storage building that used to be part of someone‘s farm. Louis pulled off into the gravel and stopped the car. Turning off the headlights, he faced me and smiled in the dim green light from the radio.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Reaching out, we fell on each other. We were like two starving people at a feast, devouring with our mouths, making urgent and greedy little sounds as we strained to touch as much of one another as we could reach. Hands tugged impatiently at jackets and shirt buttons. So quickly I never could remember later how it happened, we were in the back of the Jeep; Louis obviously used it for work because the back seat was taken out and the cargo area was lined with boxes and stacks of veterinary supplies. There was just enough room to recline if we didn’t stretch out, a lot more comfortable than the tiny back seat of a Shelby Mustang. Louis’ belt made a whizzing, snapping noise as I pulled it through the loops and tossed it aside.

There were dangers to getting it on in the car like this. The county patrol usually didn’t come all the way out here, but there was always that chance; and Louis informed me that the night deputy was a guy we’d gone to high school with. I didn’t give a shit who caught me fucking a man in the back of a Jeep, but he might not be ready for that kind of exposure yet. There wasn’t much need to stick around long anyway, because we both finished up very quickly, our passion at the breaking point after 2 days. In the dark I held on to him while our hearts slowed in unison.

“Do you want to fuck me?” he whispered suddenly.

“Fuck yes,” I blurted out in a blaze of excitement, but then I realized how aggressive I sounded and added on more cautiously. “But only if that’s something you want. You don’t have to.”

“I know,” he said softly. I could just make out his eyes in the pale light of the moon. “But it’s only fair, right?”

“I don’t mind. I love having you inside me.” This, to my profound surprise, was the complete truth. When he pulled out I felt empty and hollow. I needed him there, filling me. This was a feeling I hadn’t had in a very long time, wanting to open myself to someone, not since the very first time I ever fell for a guy, my junior year of high school. Louis had brought to life a part of me I thought died long ago. “If you want it, we can, but I don’t want to hurt you. We’ll have to work up to it. Starting next time.”

This felt like a terrible risk, assuming there would be a next time for us; it was the first time either of us had mentioned a word about the future. But Louis just nodded. Then we slowly sat up and pulled ourselves back together and continued on the road to town; we couldn’t exactly come back from a beer run with no beer. Louis was quiet, lost in thought.

“I used to think there was something wrong with me,” he said suddenly. “All my friends, the other guys at school, the only thing they cared about was getting pussy, but I was never all that interested. I did it with Danielle more as a duty; and when I was with her, it was sometimes hard for me to get off. I really had to concentrate, and if my mind wandered, I sometimes couldn’t come at all. She bragged to all her friends that I could last all night, but it got tiring. Sometimes with chicks I ended up just faking it. I always used a condom so they couldn’t tell I hadn’t come.”

“I think we’ve found the solution to your problem,” I remarked with a grin. The generous amounts of jism he spurted out were proof that his climaxes were real enough.

“Yeah. But it’s funny… I honestly didn’t know why. I thought it was Dani, that maybe I wasn’t turned on by her. So I tried it with lots of other girls to make sure. And it was the same. But otherwise Dani was okay; so I stayed with her more or less from habit. It was comfortable. That is, until she started talking about marriage.”

“Oh God.” I shuddered in genuine horror.

“All her friends were getting married, and she wanted to have a big fancy wedding too. That’s when I panicked. All the sudden I knew I couldn’t spend my life chained to somebody I wasn’t attracted to. Dani was smart enough to see I was never going to marry her and she dumped me. That was about 5 years ago, and after that… I just figured I wasn’t sexual at all. I just decided to live my life without sex.”

Sad. I didn’t say it, but I was thinking it. Deciding at 27 you don’t need sex. Sex is life. With us, it isn’t about procreation, but it’s a primal, ingrained human need to connect and share the pleasures of someone else’s being, to feel joined, at least for a moment, and not completely alone in the world. And Louis… He was by far the best lover bursa eve gelen escort bayan I’d ever had. Sex was an all-over experience for him, not just something that happened below the belt. Now I knew why. Not only was every experience of being with a man new to him, but even the feeling, that intense physical and emotional sexual need, was something he’d never known before. To share it with him was incredible.

I could have pushed him right now with a remark like, Is that when you realized you were gay? But a comment he’d made yesterday stopped me. “Having sex with a guy doesn’t make you gay.” The story he’d just shared pretty much told me what I needed to know, but he wasn’t ready for the G-word yet. Because of my growing feelings for him, I wanted to keep things safe for him, and for myself, so I didn’t push. But I did have to ask one question.

“If you’ve never been with a guy before, then how did you learn all those things you do?” All those things that drove me wild with excitement, that made me wake up sweating in the middle of the night…

“Just because I thought I didn’t need sex, doesn’t mean I didn’t look at porn on the internet.” He grinned at me and we cracked up laughing.

Later, after everyone had either passed out or gone home, I lay in my lonely bed and thought about it. There was a logical progression there. One of two things had happened. Either Louis came across gay porn accidentally, and in doing so realized it turned him on; or he was curious and he sought it out to discover his reaction to it. I knew from my own internet adventures that one seldom “accidentally” came across gay porn. Sure, porn was everywhere, but it was mostly straight porn– fake tits, horny coeds. To find guy-on-guy stuff took a little participation; and anything special interest, like my own thing for water sports, was out-and-out search engine stuff. So no. It was no accident. At some point Louis had realized he was turned on by gay porn and he used the internet to develop his interest, just like I did with my little fetish.

How many closeted men were out there right now, looking at guy-on-guy pictures or reading stories about gay sex? All the while telling themselves they aren’t gay. They’re just casually surfing the internet, and hey! Look at that! Gay porn pops up on the screen! But Louis had taken it to the next level, and that took courage. He could have kept jerking off, but instead, he met me halfway. I hadn’t really come on to him; it was an unplanned moment of sudden mutual attraction. I wanted to think he’d done it because he liked me, but the truth of the matter was, I might have just been the first gay guy available to try things out with. First? Around here, probably only. So I couldn’t start pressuring him about being gay and blurting out my feelings for him, at least not until I had a better feel for things. I knew exactly how intoxicating it was at first to discover your sexuality after trying to repress it for so long. It went against every fiber of my gay, uptight, control-freak being, but I had no choice but to let things unfold naturally.

Wednesday night was my first official night bartending at the Wild Goose. Things were pretty quiet when I got there; just a bunch of guys hunched on their barstools in camouflage hats. Nick Innis was there. He’d been there every night I worked, but I hadn’t really talked to him, not with Carla Lake looking over my shoulder. His mullet brushed his shoulders and as usual, he wore tight jeans and cowboy boots with a three-day growth of beard.

“Hey,” he said neutrally when I brought him a cold beer. His green eyes sparkled wickedly. “Get that part for my truck in yet?”

“I’ll put it on Andy’s parts order this week,” I answered, giving him a little grin. Flirting was fine, but I didn’t really have a boner for him anymore. I saw him more clearly now. Despite a nice ass, he had the dissolute, slightly bloated, red-eyed look of a budding alcoholic.

As Carla said, weeknights were pretty dull. I spent the time making Jello shots for the weekend. This was one of my ideas, along with margaritas. They already had 50 cent draft night, but what this place needed was to draw in more females. Once the girls came in for my jello shots and margaritas, the guys would come too. I was also lobbying for a karaoke night. I couldn’t wait to sing “I Touch Myself” in front of a bar full of drunk rednecks.

The evening went by excruciatingly slowly. About eleven thirty the door opened; everyone looked up curiously to see who was coming in so late. To my complete shock, it was Louis. He looked so hot with his ponytail and a red Columbia zip-up jacket over his jeans. He grinned at me and sat down at the end of the bar while I brought him a bottle of Bud Light.

“Hey, don’t you have school and work tomorrow?” I asked him, leaning in a little. I noticed Nick looking at me from the other end of the bar and I moved back. But I couldn’t help beaming like an idiot.

“Yeah, but I thought I’d come by and buy you a drink.”

“Let me buy you one instead.”

One turned into several, and before I knew it, it was last call and time to close up. Louis lingered behind as everyone else dragged themselves off their barstools and stumbled out the door. Nick had been staring at us all night and even though he was fairly drunk, he still turned and sized Louis up from head to toe before he left, slamming the door.

“I gotta cash out,” I said under my breath.

“’Kay. Want to meet me?”

I nodded, swallowing. “Yeah. Be about fifteen minutes. Same place as last night?”

We couldn’t go to my house because of Andrew, peacefully sleeping in the bedroom above mine. We couldn’t go to his house because of his sweet old granny. So we were reduced to car sex like two teenagers. Well, I didn’t have a problem with that. I didn’t expect him to leave with me, advertising the truth to anyone with half a brain, either. Part of a loaf was better than no bread at all, especially to someone as hungry as I was. In fact, I was ravenous. I finished the close-out as fast as I could without screwing it up completely.

The green Jeep sat in my headlights when my tires crunched on the gravel around the old storage building. He smiled at me when I got in the passenger door, turning to kiss me without a word. Sometimes Louis and I didn’t have to talk. The waxing moon was brighter tonight, casting more light on us, letting me see the contours of his face washed in silver. I used to dream about a perfect guy, one with the face and body of a Greek god, carved out of marble. I lifted my hand and brushed my fingertips over his cheek. Louis didn’t have a flawless face with perfect, pouty lips and sculpted cheekbones. What he had was kind of a cute round face hidden by his scuffy beard and eyes that danced even in the darkness, still that same kid I knew from grade school. I didn’t care about perfection anymore. I was no underwear model myself; my nose wasn’t perfect and I could stand to lose ten pounds. I was too old for dreams of Prince Charming. I wanted a real man. His flaws were what made him sexy.

“What’re you staring at?” he whispered, but I just smiled at him and drew him in closer to fill his mouth with my tongue.

“Is it too cold to get naked?”

In the back of the Jeep, I tugged at his jeans, frustrated. Pulled down around the knees, pants were restrictive, even more so in a tight space.

“I want these off.”

Louis brightened with an idea; twisting around he opened one of his boxes of supplies and pulled out a soft, folded plaid blanket. It had animal hair on it, probably off a horse, but I didn’t care. Underneath it, I pulled off his Merrell shoes and his jeans. He never wore underwear so that made it easier. He was squirming around, half laughing, as I fell on him mercilessly, pulling his shirt up to his chest, tasting every inch of him with my tongue. His nipples were a hot spot, I’d discovered. When I licked them, he drew a breath; when I bit them, he let out a little yelp, which was followed by a low moan of pleasure and his arms wrapping around my back.

“Uh-uh.” I pushed his arms up over his head and held his wrists with my good hand, my full weight pressing down on him. His naked erection throbbed right against mine, straining against the crotch of my jeans, wetting them; I watched his eyes roll backward while I slowly undulated my hips against his, and despite the cool air outside the blanket, we were both suddenly covered in sweat. With a swift motion I threw the blanket off and the cool night air rushed around our overheated flesh. He played along with my little game, laughingly submitting to me; but he wasn’t laughing when I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, breathing hot and wet. I held his arms down at his sides as he tried to break away. I wanted to be in control of this.

“Oh God, Sean, you’re making me so hot,” he choked, throwing his head back.

Usually any kind of talking somewhat annoyed me; it distracted me and made me feel foolish, like I was in a bad porn movie, especially the “Ohhh, so good,” type of crap. I was definitely the “shut up and fuck me, then get off me” type. But not with Louis, because when he started talking, it wasn’t fake to stroke his ego. It was completely real, genuine and meant. Just like everything about him.

“Jesus,” I breathed. On my knees over him, I paused in amazement and for a second I just gazed down at him in the pale light of the stars and moon in the black night surrounding us, his lean smooth chest, his pale hips, his thick, erect cock with its perfectly shaped head. His familiar face with his long hair damp with sweat, clinging to his neck, eyes looking up at me, serious for once. “Where the hell have you been all this time?” I whispered.

“I’ve been right here, Sean; the question is where have you been.”

Something in me shattered. Maybe it was my inhibitions, or my male ego, because suddenly I didn’t care about playing games, all I cared about was pleasuring him. I plunged his big dick all the way into the back of my throat, sucking it hard and deep while I used my good hand to massage his soft balls. They tightened. When his hands clenched in my hair and his head whipped from side to side, I withdrew and pushed his legs up in sudden motion that probably would have freaked him out if he hadn’t been so far gone. It was so dark, I could barely see the shadow of his hole between his sweet, boyish cheeks.

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It started out as a lark, my girlfriend told me I was too aggressive and needed therapy. I never figured it would turn me into the most wondrous version of myself.

One day I flew off the handle about something minor, the house needed vacuuming, and Sara said, “That’s IT! You go to the doctor I told you about or its over!”

Well not wanting it to be over I agreed and Sara made the appointment.

Two weeks later Sara and I met at Dr. Tina Johnson’s office.

“Come in Danny, Sara, sit down.” She motioned us to the 2 lounge chairs and began to fill us in on the therapy.

“I use a combination of relaxants and hypnotherapy to minimize the aggressive tendencies then after a few weeks we work on the basic psychological make up of the patient. It is unorthodox and radical but I have had GREAT success in helping men find that softer edge.”

“How often do I come in, I am unemployed at the moment and can’t afford a lot of expensive drugs and therapy.” I said with a bit of anger in my voice. I was pissed that Sara even thought this was needed.

“Oh don’t worry Danny,” Tina said, “Sara and I have it all worked out. Now it’s every few days at first then every week, in between each session you will have tasks to complete and Sara and I will meet to discuss them.”

I was thinking, “this is getting weirder by the minute,” but what the hell, I needed Sara.

“Now let’s get started, here take these pills and relax and listen to the music in these headphones, also put on these glasses they will help relax you and get you started quickly.”

Sara and Tina left the room and I did as told, I put the headset on, the glasses and downed the 2 pink pills. In seconds it seemed the world disappeared among flashing lights and a soft female voice telling me that all was all right and to relax. Next thing I knew I awoke to Tina and Sara in the room smiling at me and I felt wonderful and at peace. Tina bursa escort handed me a list and told me to do all on it before our next session tomorrow, which I would be at alone.

On the way home Sara was asking how I felt, was I ok, and such as I looked the list over. Number 1, clean the house in the nude, Number 2 masturbate in front of Sara but don’t touch her, Number 3 watch a porn flick without touching Sara or myself.

“Shall we get a movie for tonight Danny?” she asked.

“Sure” I said shortly.

We stopped at an adult store and Sara told me to pick one out. I entered and picked a bi sexual movie, not sure what made me do it but I did without even really considering it.

Arriving home I stripped and started cleaning, I cleaned for 2 hours and enjoyed it, again out of character and somewhat in a trance.

Sara smiled and grabbed my hard cock and said, “ok Hun number 2,” and I quickly started jerking off until I came all over the floor, which I cleaned up with a rag quickly.

We had supper, me still nude, then a beer and sat down to watch the movie. At first I couldn’t look guys doing guys, girls and each other. But as it went along my cock got harder and harder and began to drip by the end, but never touched myself.

The next day at the Dr.’s office she again handed me the pink pills, the glasses and the headphones. This time I was aware of the voice telling me that cocks were good, being female was good, wearing female clothes was good and drifted off again. On waking I was given a list of tasks for tomorrow. Shop at a woman’s store, clean the house nude, and watch a video.

This went on for 2 weeks every day and I felt more relaxed, enjoyed watching men with each other and women. Found myself admiring what women were wearing right down to their shoes. I even found myself looking at men, I mean LOOKING, at their crotch, their chests, imagining them naked. I wondered what the hell was happening here. Sara just got nicer and nicer and at the same time pointing out men on the street.

Week 3 was different; I walked into Tina’s office and was told to strip before getting hypnotized. Doing as told without even thinking I sat in the chair and relaxed. This time she handed me 2 pink pills as usual but also a large purple pill. She handed me no tasks to do but told me to come back in 2 days.

Over the next day I felt odd, like I didn’t belong in these clothes and the hair, my god so much on my body. Sara had been leaving gay mags about and I found one that was unusual, it was females with dicks. Well my cock shot out and I jerked of 3 times looking at it.

On appointment day I arrived early to see Sara walking into a room with a male. I wasn’t jealous I thought he was cute, nice ass. Tina came around the corner and led me to the treatment room, gave me my pills and led me down the hall. Entering a strange, dark room I saw Sara and the man through a 1-way glass having hot sex. Again I only felt I wish it were me, but with him. Holy shit, did I really think that?

“Wonderful Danny, now its been 3 weeks of treatment have you noticed anything different about yourself?”

“No” I replied “I think I am the same just more aware.”

“Excellent” she replied.

I sat in the chair once more and let the lights and words dissolve into my brain. I made an appointment for 2 days later.

The next day I was in the tub and grabbed Sara’s razor and began shaving my legs, armpits and pubes. I didn’t stop until I was hairless and, I thought, attractive. Next I took an emery board to my nails and shaped them as I had not cut them in over 4 weeks now. A little eye makeup and I was done. When Sara got home she looked at me and smiled and said nothing. That night we watched a porn movie together and all I kept saying was wow wasn’t that a nice cock, nice ass, mm Sara wouldn’t görükle escort bayan you like that in you? The worst part was I meant it, every word and Sara was tickled and smiling and cuddly and that never got me hard, the cocks on the TV did.

Next day I arrived at Tina’s office with makeup, nails done and painted and in men’s clothes. In her office I stripped and sat in the chair, took my pills which now included 2 purple pills in addition to the 2 pink ones and readied for the session.

“Now today Danny there is going to be a double session. In between you will get together with a friend of Sara’s and mine, you remember that man she was with last week? Well he will be available for you. Now relax.”

Suddenly I couldn’t wait, I wanted him. After the first session Tina led me to the room where Sara had been and entered and sat down. Then Tom came in, nude, hard and oh so sexy. He came over to me and began rubbing my nipples and when I looked down I saw for the first time the changes that had come over my body. I was softer, thinner, more feminine and had puffy nipples over enlarged breasts. I moaned as he worked them, kissed them and suckled them. My cock hard and with wet pre-cum dripping from it. Then Tom stood and presented his huge cock to my lips, which I opened easily. I sucked him, tasting the cum oozing from it. Yearning for more and more of it, I took it deeply into my mouth and savored the taste and texture. I was loving it, wanting it and when Tom came I swallowed like the hungry slut I wanted him to believe I was. Just like Sara had done earlier.

Led back to the session room with cum covered lips I was feeling very good. Entering I saw Sara there smiling at me. I sat down in the chair and the glasses and tape were turned on. Waking I saw Tina and Sara holding some clothes, but not mine. There was a bra, panties, skirt and blouse, along with hose and heels in my size. I took them and dressed in them and felt wonderful in them.

“Come Danielle, let’s go home.” Was all Sara said.

This was but the transformation, the rest is about the adventure.

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Servants were quite busy in the palace tonight as yet another feast was in progress and Phoreneus was drinking heavily again. Having woken up late from his encounter with the dancing girl the night before, he was not satisfied, as her resistance to him filled him with more anger than lust. Most of the day he spent at the baths, and of course drinking heavily, so he was pretty lit already before tonight’s activities even began. Now that the feast was in progress, he could barely stand. Lounging on his dining couch, he looked up to the upper rows of couches in the banquet hall and saw his wife Telledice glowering down at him, a contemptuous sneer plastered on her face.

“So my dear wife!” he called out to her, every eye in the room turning to hear his voice. “I apologize for not visiting you last night, but that fresh young ass I fucked kept me occupied far too long than she was worth and I fell asleep before I could come to your quarters.” Laughing, he continued “I have been told however, that tonight’s entertainment puts her to shame, so who knows, once I give the new meat the old princely poke I may be visiting you tonight after all for a taste of some older pussy for a change. You may want to leave the dinner early so you can go wash your cunt out in preparation for my royal visit!!!” Poking his chief guard in the ribs, he laughed hard, pounding the table with his hand shaking in laughter at what he thought was his “wit”. The other guards and guests nervously joined in the laughter at his “joke”, but it was uncomfortable and forced. Phoreneus’s’ behavior made everyone uncomfortable but himself.

“Your charm is legendary dear husband” Telledice hissed back, calling for another Amphora when suddenly the sound of zills rang through the marble hall. The melodic rhythmic music of the zills coupled with sound of jangling bells definitely announced that the time for the entertainment had arrived. Every eye in the hall turned towards the oaken door in the front which now had started to crack open. Peeking out with just her foot, Calisto stretched out her right leg, arching her foot, jingling the bells on her ankle bracelet. Adding now just her hand, clanging the zills between her fingers, the silence in the hall indicated that she was the complete center of attention. Smiling to herself, she had certainly put that golden medallion to good use, getting herself placed as the sole dancer for the head table.

Calisto was nervous but surprisingly confident. Inching more and more of her body out, her face veiled in silk, the audible gasps of male pleasure in the room caused her to grin when she was finally standing fully revealed on the small stage. Her gorgeous body was barely covered by her costume and from the hoots and applause it was obvious that her beauty was fully appreciated by the crowd. Tiny bells and jewels barely covered her nipples and her pussy was scantily clad in the briefest of loin cloths, her ass fully uncovered in the back. Zills in her hand, bells around her ankles and wrists, her only other covering was a gold coin belt and on her hand, the ring of invisibility, and a necklace hanging between her cleavage. Feeling the ring with her thumb, she smiled, as her plan already was in progress.

Looking out into the crowd, every eye was fixated fully on her body. Undulating her stomach as she clinked out a melody on her zills, she scanned the crowd, finally coming to rest on Phoreneus, the amulet Demetrius told her about hanging around his neck, silently leering at her, his mouth open in obvious unbridled lust. “BINGO” she thought to herself as she began to shimmy across the stage and onto the main banquet table.

Hands reached out to stroke her legs which she kicked away with her foot. She was a true sex goddess, and her beauty was so intimidating that these normally rough guards were putty in his hands, all desperate to win her favor. When one could take no more and began to crawl up onto the table to join her, she placed a foot onto his face and pushed him hard back into his seat, causing him to fall off of the dining couch to the obvious laughter of his companions.

Rocking her hips up and down she bent over and began to sway her breasts in time to the music, her cleavage and barely covered nipples hypnotizing Phoreneus and his guards with their power. Turning now to the crowd, her fully exposed delicious ass exposed to them, she flexed her ass cheeks and began to flutter them to the beat. Shimmying her body back and forth, she tossed her hair over back as she peaked over her shoulder and stared straight into the lust filled eyes of Phoreneus, removing her veil and dropping it to the floor. It was obvious from the look on his face that he was sex hikayeleri completely enraptured by her performance, and when she spun around and squatted onto the table, her pussy now largely exposed by the brief cloth hanging so loosely, and she shook her tits from side to side, he closed his eyes and smiled.

Squeezing her breasts together, she brought her right nipple up to her mouth and ran her tongue over the small jewel covering its now erect bud, ringing the bell with the tip. Standing up now, she confidently pranced across the line of tables and ended up standing right above Phoreneus, picking up a bunch of grapes from his table with her toes, she held them in front of his face. Completely enraptured by this vision, he reached out with his mouth and plucked one off with his teeth.

Deep in the Harem, Io was enjoying her bath. Her day had been like any endless number of days before and most likely would be like any of another endless parade of days after, unbelievable luxury mixed with incredible boredom. Relaxing in her tub, holding her long leg up out of the water she ran her soft soapy hands over her calves and sighed. She was so horny, desperate for the feel of a man, his strong hands stroking her skin, his hot breath on her pussy as he worshipped her womanhood, his hard cock plunging into her wet, warm inner depths. Closing her eyes, her silken fingers found their mark under the water and she began to rub tiny circles over her pulsing and throbbing clit. Purring as the erotic pressure began to build in her body, her left hand cupped her enormous and luscious breasts floating in the tub, nipples erect, just barely breaking the surface. Thirsty, she called out for one of her servants to bring her a goblet of wine.

Silence was the response to her call, and Io opened her eyes in surprise. Her servants were normally incredibly efficient and attentive and it was very odd that she ever had to make a request twice. Calling out again, her voice echoed through the empty marble halls, no response coming for her second request. Irritated now, Io emerged from her bath, drying herself quickly with the thick cloth towels, she dropped them to the floor not bothering to cover up. Nudity was quite the norm in the Harem, so after a few months without clothing none bothered ever covering themselves anymore. Walking angrily into the main hall to find out what was going on, she stopped and blinked at the sight, not believing what she was seeing.

There in the middle of the room, was a mass of writhing sweating desperate female flesh. All of her servants were there, bodies entwined, naked, wiggling, groaning, panting, it was quite the sight! She could not see what they were doing, but bunched up as they were, it was obvious that they all were focused intensely on something trapped underneath them, fully hidden from her view by their bodies. In the center of this pile of quivering estrogen was Beria, her head thrown back, tits bouncing wildly as she shrieked at the top of her lungs in obvious pleasure.

Her face quivering with rage Io screamed “WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE!!!!!” causing the servants to immediately freeze and turn to look at her. Slowly, and obviously reluctantly they began to peel off of the pile. Finally, when all but Beria had gotten up, she saw it. There was a man lying on the floor under all that naked female flesh, shaking under the pussy that was grinding down onto his face. Beria, lost in pleasure, eyes closed tight, sweat pouring off of her body, groaning uncontrollably over Demetrius’s talented mouth, had been so swept away by his oral attentions she had not noticed Io’s presence.

Io was entranced. Laying on the floor in front of her was the body of an obviously gorgeous man, and having not seen the male form except the old Eunuch’s in years, her eyes greedily drank in the sight. The first obvious thing she noticed was that this was NO Eunuch, although sadly that impressive package was caged away, she could clearly see it was impressive as it strained to burst out of its iron prison. The beautiful male body she saw before her instantly had her nectar gushing down her thighs. Strong legs, rippled abs, gorgeous chest, all covered in scratches and bite marks from her servants, this was a vision that would rival Adonis, and oddly it looked very familiar to her. Commanding Beria to get off his face, Beria screamed as one last orgasm ripped through her body before slowly sliding off. Looking down at the face, covered in the copious juices of her well serviced servant, hair completely disheveled, face coated and dripping, a grin firmly planted on his face was Demetrius. Instantly recognizing him Io screamed “DEMETRIUS!!!!!”

Back in porno hikayeleri the banquet hall, Calisto was working her charms. Spinning around on the table, she now presented her indescribably delicious ass to Phoreneus, and closing her eyes in mock ecstasy, she slowly lowered herself off of the table right into his lap, his obvious erection bending up the crack of her posterior as she lowered her weight onto his lap. “Oooooooooo, someone is liking my show!” she murmured as she felt his hard prick running up the smooth valley of her behind. Rubbing up and down, she played with his erection with her ass, giggling as she felt it quiver against her flesh, straining to rip out of his toga.

Crawling back onto the table, she turned and looked intensely into his eyes, spreading her legs wide, her glorious golden triangle achingly close and barely coved by just a tiny strip of cloth, her bejeweled legs and feet firmly planted on the table. As they both stared at each other, a smirk formed on her mouth when he blinked and looked away, her intensity too much to bare, and his arousal fast becoming unmanageable like a wild dog chewing its way out of a weakened cage. His hand was unsteady as he lifted a golden goblet of wine to his lips, dripping and spilling down his face.

Reaching down to his hand, she took the goblet from him. Holding it to her mouth, quaffing a large gulp it also spilled wine down her chest. Laughing, she poured the contents of the goblet down her breasts and over her stomach, finally emptying it right onto her tiny loincloth, causing it to instantly to cling to her mound, exposing every curve of her sex clearly in the flickering torchlight.

Phoreneus was beyond aroused, completely enraptured by this display. When Calisto leaned back on her back left elbow and brought her foot to the back of his neck, she pulled him slowly to her inner thigh, still dripping with wine. Looking down at the top of his head as he lightly licked the wine from her body, she whispered into his hear “Drink!” As he licked up her inner thigh, his rough hands grasping her leg, she felt the chain to his amulet on the back of his neck with her toes and smiled. Watching all of this from above, Telledice got up from her couch and stormed off to her apartments. This humiliation was too much to take.

Back in the harem, Io rushed to Demetrius as he started to stand and launched herself into his arms, grasping her ankles together behind his back, showering him with kisses. She had missed him so much, and now as the first intact man she had seen in years, she expressed her appreciation. Suddenly pulling back from kissing him, she looked into his eyes confused. “Demetrius how, I mean, you and the belt, Why, how did you, what?” she babbled as he kissed her deeply.

Stroking her head, now swimming with thousands of questions he said “You have many questions I am sure. It is a long story, but hopefully it will have a happy ending.”

Now standing, she took his hand leading him to her bedroom. “In a way it already has.”

Calisto lightly stroked Phoreneus’s head as he licked her inner thigh, sucking the excess wine out of her brief loincloth. Grunting appreciatively as he worshipped her inner thigh he listened intently as she whispered into his ear. Calisto, her voice dripping like honey said “I think we should go back to your quarters for the second part of my act!”

Not needing a better invitation he instantly rose and clapped his hand. “This dinner party has now concluded!!!” instantly causing all festivities to cease as he followed the gorgeous Calisto out into the hall. Hurrying to get his latest conquest into his bed, he was completely flummoxed by her aggressive manner. As they walked, she stroked his ass and grabbed for his penis under his toga, she was a tigress. This had the effect, perfectly calculated by Calisto, of completely disarming him. Normal thugs like Phoreneus thrive on aggression, and when they encounter aggression from the weak towards them they are helpless. Horny beyond words and desperate to shove his manhood into the starfish located between those two globes of her ass cheeks, as they walked up the stairs his cock throbbed so wildly his rational brain was ceasing to function properly. Opening the door to his room, his large bed covered in silken pillows looked so inviting.

Calisto, biting him lightly on the neck, reached up and unclasped the medals holding his toga in place causing it to drop to the floor, exposing him completely. Shocked but aroused, he spun around to take her, his hard dick passing over her exposed belly. Smirking she pushed him back onto the bed and removed his shoes, throwing his legs wide apart. Phoreneus seks hikayeleri was in heaven as this girl was beyond anything he had ever experienced before. Sitting up to take her she shook her finger no in the air.

Back in the Harem, Io was on her bed, and Demetrius was laying between her legs, his head resting on her inner thigh. Over the past several hours, between licking and sucking her to one orgasm after another, he had regaled her with his adventures since their last meeting. She sat dumbfounded by his tale of his journey to the underworld, his encounter with Persephone, the torment by Queen Helkios on Gavdos, his battle with the Snake Goddess Asasara and finally his fateful interaction with Artemis on Arcadia and his escape with Calisto to Argos. Describing his teasing ordeal and his near castration and finally his caging and delivery to the harem with the help of Telledice, Io was amazed.

She shared her own tale of Phoreneus and the Amulet, the enslavement of her father and her eventual imprisonment. Turning to Demetrius, Io asked “Calisto, do you think she will be able to get the amulet?”

Demetrius nodded, although he was very worried about her safety. “She is quite a resourceful girl. QUITE RESOURCEFUL!” he replied, a devilish grin forming on his face.

Io, a slight twinge of jealousy surging through her body, grabbed his head and guided it back to her pussy. Turning onto his stomach, he slowly ran his tongue up her wet snatch, reveling in the groans of pleasure it brought her as she slammed her body back onto her bed and began to moan and whimper as yet another orgasm began to build in her toes.

“Now close your eyes!” Calisto whispered, as the naked and very erect Phoreneus lay back in his bed. Amazed that this girl was MORE than willing to service him, he was letting her take the lead. Putting his hands behind his head he closed his eyes.

“Ready Whore! Ready for you to suck my giant cock! You need to get it nice and wet before I plunge it into your hole!” he cackled as she gritted her teeth. He was going to be punished soon, and that is what drove Calisto on. He disgusted her despite his dark good looks and muscled naked body. His cruel and crude nature more than ruining any possible attraction he might inspire by his physique. Bringing her hand up to her neck, she fondled the chain holding her necklace in her fingers, ready for the final phase of her plan to go into place. Looking at the naked body of Phoreneus, so relaxed on the bed, eyes closed, she grinned as she twisted Demetrius’s ring and disappeared.

“Now, open your eyes!” she teased. The room was partially dark, so Phoreneus began blinking as he looked around the room for Calisto. He could hear her voice, but could not see her. What a minx he thought, and he salivated at the image of slamming his cock into her ass soon.

“Where are you, slut? Come out of your hiding place and prepare your ass for my dick!!” he exclaimed, growing irritated at her absence.

The disembodied voice of Calisto called out and said she was under the bed and he should look for her there. Growling, he leaned over the edge and peeked, seeing nothing but also not noticing that the now invisible Calisto took this opportunity to switch her necklace around her neck for his amulet, the switch being made possible by her invisibility.

Now clasping the amulet in her hand, it disappeared as it came into contact with her skin. “You bad bad boy, I will come find YOU. Now, lay back on the bed and close your eyes again, I will give you a treat.” she teased.

Despite his anger, his cock was throbbing so hard he felt it best to go along with her little game. Now lying on the bed, eyes closed he felt her toes grasp the end of his cock and begin to stroke. “Ohhhhhhhh YEAAAAAAA!!!” he groaned as he felt her silky soles caress his hard shaft.

Calisto continued to tease him, making sure NOT to take him over but also not to slow down enough to make him suspicious. Phoreneus was writhing now, thoroughly enjoying his foot job, feeling the sap slowly rise in his trunk, his light whimpers inspiring her to tease him properly. If he started to get restless, she “punished” him by slowing down. If he was still she sped up and this kept him in check for the next fifteen minutes. Looking down at his cock, indentions from her toes forming on the side by her invisible feet, Calisto was amused by the unintentionally hilarious sight. Once her feet materialized, she grinned and immediately stopped stroking him. The invisibility spell had worn off and now the final phase of her plan was ready to execute.

Grunting, he commanded her to continue but was met by deadening silence. Angry, he now decided this had gone on long enough. It was time to teach this bitch a lesson and rape her ass and rape it good. Popping his eyes open, he froze. There, dangling from the end of her foot was his glowing amulet casting a green light throughout the room.

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