Forced into pleasure Pt. 02

Lina twisted the fabric between her thumb and forefinger. She could still see the stains from the juices that stained the crotch. She closed her eyes and brought the garment closer to her face, to her nose. The scents were still discernible. Vague, yet recognizable. She resisted the impulse to press the lingerie to her nose and inhale deeply. Instead, she put the dirty panties back in the dresser and turned back to the mirror.

She looked like a poster girl for any Pentecostal informational brochure. Dark blond hair that falls over the shoulders, a smooth and sweet face, typically Swedish in everything from the round shape and light skin tone. A light tank top with a thin cardigan over it, to finish with a cute skirt that ended just below the knees. No one could have guessed that the innocent girl in front of the mirror also had a picture of herself, naked and covered in a strange man’s semen, as the background image on her mobile phone.

Lina glanced at the mobile phone. The only thing staring back at the screen was her own cum-soaked face, smiling like a girl who had just received the best present of her life. But no new texts, no messages from…

It had been two weeks since Martin had taken her. After he broke in during the night, tied her up and did what he wanted, through Lina’s resistance and howling. Two weeks since he turned her into his… his toy. Made her understand that there were feelings within her that simply could not be ignored. Martin had, through coercion, mild violence and humiliation, lit a fire in Lina that could not be extinguished. And she had tried. With fingers and whatever else she had at home. Oblong fruits, pillows and the shower head pressed tightly between her pinching thighs. But nothing could satisfy the hunger awakened in her. The only thing that emerged was an internal image of the man who had broken into her house at night and taken both her virginity and dignity with a single thrust of his hip. And the shame-filled longing to be taken again. Hard, without regard for her own pleasure or will.

Why hadn’t he written to her? Should she write herself? Several times she had stopped herself from sending some obviously desperate texts, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to resist the impulses. Every day the fire between her legs grew, causing her to occasionally struggle for air. Sometimes she thought she saw him in town from the periphery, glimpsed his face in the crowd, but every time he was gone when she glanced over.

“What has he done to you girl!” Lina moaned in frustration at the image of her cum covered face. “Stop now! You don’t need that damn man. You got along fine without him for twenty years, you’ll get along fine without him for another sixty years.” She pretended not to notice how her stomach twisted at the mere thought of not seeing Martin again and left the apartment, striding firmly towards the mission house for Sunday prayer.

An hour later, she sat on a hard wooden bench and daydreamed while her father – the congregation’s pastor – led the devotional. Lina had grown up with his preaching, both as his daughter and as a member of the congregation, and by now she knew them more or less by heart. So it was enough to listen to a few words here and there for her to follow along. The rest of the time she spent thinking about her own life and the turns she wanted to take.

“Of course you have already heard the story of Sodom and Gomorrah. You recognize the common points. They were sinners – homosexuals, pedophiles, etc. – and the Lord punished them with His wrath. But of course the Bible never mentions homosexuality, it never defines the sins of these cities. Nor is this necessary, as there are plenty of texts that thoroughly cover each of man’s sins. No, the story is not meant to teach us what sin is, but what happens to those who leave the Lord’s way. Those who refuse to be saved when salvation is so simple, so close. In the story, Abraham is searching for someone from these cities worth saving, to show the Lord that not all are evil. But Abraham does not find more than one family worthy of being spared from the fires of wrath.”

It vibrated from Lina’s handbag. Her heart immediately started racing and she couldn’t keep her fingers from fishing the phone out of her bag.

Martin: Is it your father who speaks so eloquently?

Lina’s pulse galloped. She turned her gaze in all directions, trying to find him in the devout crowd.

“Lot and his family are given the opportunity to leave, but apart from them, every single inhabitant of the two cities is burned to ashes as the Lord’s wrath reaches them. I have always found this story thought-provoking. Is it meant to be a message against homosexuality, as so many use it as? It is a rather narrow and boring interpretation for my taste. Is it meant to show examples of the Lord’s wrath and power? Possible, but this too is covered in many other passages. No, I believe that the fate of Sodom and Gomorrah should point to something much more mundane. How is it that only one family, out of thousands, could prove themselves worthy before God? How şişli escort could sin have reached almost every grown man, woman, and child in these cities?”

Lina’s father let the silence stretch with his crooked smile pasted over his clean-shaven face. “There is an answer that explains so much, not only about these two cities but also the world we live in today. Sin… is a disease. Sin is a virus. It does not remain in the person who gave birth to it, but reproduces in its environment as viruses do. A man’s sin will never be his own, but it will spread to his neighbor. Which in turn infects its neighbor. And the neighbor after that. And so on.”

Martin: I like what he says. He seems to be a very wise man, your dear father.

Lina: Where are you?

For long seconds she waited with her eyes glued to the screen.

“We can see the evidence of this virus in society today. See how our surroundings have changed when the infection has been allowed to run wild. How much the world, our values, our morals, have been tainted in just a few decades.”

Lina’s father took a pause and leafed through the leather-bound notebook he always had in his hand when he preached. “I received an email the other day. The sender was anonymous but I’m guessing it was from one of you. The sender most humbly asked to hear my thoughts on sexual promiscuity and ‘non-normative’ orientations. And it was these questions that led me to today’s topic, as I cannot find a more fitting analogy to the Bible’s Sodom and Gomorrah. Because the bitter truth is that we all live in a Bible story. But the infection is no longer isolated to two cities far away in the Middle East. The Internet is our Sodom and Gomorrah. A world-reaching city built of ones and zeros, free to spread the contagion of sin to every wretch who owns a cell phone.”

Martin: Look back and up.

Lina’s neck ached as she violently twisted around and looked up, towards the balcony along the back wall of the church hall. There he stood, leaning against the railing and with a whimsical smile on his face. He winked as their eyes met and Lina felt her heart pound harder. She made an effort to get up, but something kept her in the chair. An instinct that she was about to make a mistake.

Lina: May I come up to you?

Martin: What are you?

She swallowed and angled the screen a little, making it harder for anyone around her to see what she was typing.

Lina: I’m a slut who loves to be punished. I’m a slut who loves your cock. I’m a slut who loves to be fucked.

Martin: Welcome up, my little slut.

Lina’s legs trembled as she stood up a little tentatively, stepped sideways past the surrounding knees and mumbled apologies to slightly irritated parishioners. It felt like every eye in the hall was on her as she hunched over and darted backwards toward the stairs that would lead her to Martin.

Her father, however, had not lost his posure. His voice bounced off the walls throughout Lina’s journey up the stairs.

“Compare our world today to the time before we were all connected. You’ll have to excuse me because I’m going to be a little blunt now. Some may find it uncomfortable, but sin does not yield to discomfort. It spreads without regard for neatness. I will ask some questions: answer as honestly as you feel comfortable with.”

Lina finally reached Martin, who stood relaxed while patting the railing next to him, showing her where to stand. He was seemingly totally lost in the pastor’s sermon.

“How many people in here have ever come across pornographic material on the internet? It doesn’t have to be that you consciously sought it out, just that it showed up on your screen in one way or another.” To prove his point, Lina’s father himself raised a hand with a pointed look.

After a few hesitant seconds of glancing at their neighbors, hands began to go up in the crowd. Martin had been one of the first to raise his and when he glanced at her with a raised eyebrow, Lina also followed, her cheeks red and her gaze lowered.

“How many people in here have, in some form or another, seen a man and woman have full penetrative sex?” Again the pastor raised his hand, closely followed by Martin and a few other brave onlookers. Lina dared not do anything but raise her arm.

“How many people have seen a man shove his penis in a poor girl’s mouth?”

Now whispers began to spread, but Lina’s father raised his hand and waited until the murmurs died down. “God is listening, folks. Hands up or down, the Lord sees the truth. You might as well be honest from the start.”

A hand belonging to a blushing girl with brown curls shot up from the crowd, soon followed by more, including Linas and Martins.

“So…” Martin said as his hands began to drop again. “You think you’re the biggest whore in the room?”

“I-” Lina cleared her throat. “Yes. I think so.”

Martin glanced at her with his whimsical smile, as if he was holding back a secret. “I do not think so.” He nodded down at the curly-haired girl again when her hand shot up – first again – to another sinful escort avcılar question that Lina had missed. “I think little Astrid is a bigger whore than you.”

“Astrid is just-” Lina frowned. “How do you know her name?”

Martin locked his eyes on hers and she felt herself flinch. But her inner thighs started to get wet.

“Astrid is not a bigger whore than me,” Lina whispered hoarsely with lowered eyes. “She’s just a girl.”

“Eighteen years old, about to finish second year of high school. And apparently a dedicated porn connoisseur.”

“I don’t understand, how do you know-“

“How often do you watch porn, whore?”

“Not so much,” answered Lina honestly, but with burning cheeks. It felt like she couldn’t answer correctly no matter what. “Only sometimes… when I’ve been drinking wine and I’m…”

“And you’re…?”

“Horny,” she whispered.

“When you’re a horny whore,” Martin nodded. “Like now then?”

She looked down at the floor and nodded. She found herself glancing shyly up under her bangs at him, watching for his reaction.

“When was the last time you orgasmed, horny whore?”

“I don’t know…”

“Are you lying to me now?”

Lina swallowed. It felt like a spotlight was on her as she nodded. “Two weeks ago. When you took me.”

“And you’ve been trying every day since, haven’t you? Touching that wet, desperate pussy. Rubbing against pillows and furniture. Stuff everything you can between your legs and pretend it is a hard cock fucking you.”

“Yes,” she admitted hoarsely as the heat between her legs spread further through her body. A single trickle had already managed to slide down her thigh and past the hem of her skirt. How could that intense stare be enough for her to shiver from pleasure…? She already felt herself on the verge of coming and involuntarily clenched her legs in spasmodic movements.

“But it wasn’t enough, was it? No matter what you do, you know deep down that there is only one thing that can free you.”

Lina nodded. A sob escaped her.

“What do you need?”

“You,” she whispered. “I-I need you.” She closed her eyes as she completely gave in to the desperation and lust. “Sir.”

“You need me and my cock,” Martin confirmed and she saw a satisfied smile peck at the corners of his mouth. The small sign of affirmation sent a warm sensation vibrating behind her chest.

“Yes, sir. I need your cock.” So this is where she had ended up? So fast?

Martin nodded contentedly again and turned back to the railing, looking down at the podium where Lina’s father was preaching his sermon. “Down on your knees, slut.”

Her body went into overdrive as his authoritative voice was directed at her. Shame and embarrassment washed over her, but the terrible itch between her legs forced her to obey. So before the conscious part of her had time to register any movements, she had sunk down behind the railing, to her knees with her eyes level with Martin’s zipper.

“Lick.” His voice was monotone, indifferent, and he was still leaning forward over the railing with his attention directed down at the congregation. Lina nestled between his legs and the railing, warm juices dripping between her legs, and stuck out her tongue. She lapped over the crotch of his jeans, felt the rough fabric and the contours of his balls and member. Something snapped in her and she pressed her face between his thighs, licking and sucking through the cloth, enjoying the warmth and the little twitches she felt as his cock reacted to her tongue.

“Unzip me.”

Lina eagerly raised her hands.

“No. With your mouth. Keep your hands behind your back.”

Sobbing with suppressed lust, she dug her teeth into the narrow zipper. She could feel his sex against her cheeks as she twisted and turned her head, trying to create a space for her teeth to close around the thin loop. Finally, with half-choked sobs and her dad’s voice in the background, she managed to open Martin’s fly.

She gasped when she saw that his cock was naked inside his pants. No underwear, just veiny, naked skin. She sobbed and pressed her mouth inside the fly. Her lips closed around the foreskin and she sucked the limp member into her mouth.

Almost immediately she felt a hand grab her hair. The fingers dug deep, making it sting from the roots, but a jolt went through Lina’s body – a forewarning of the orgasm that was already building. It tickled between her legs and she moved her hips in soft, circular motions as Martin’s cock grew and crawled deeper over her tongue, towards her throat.

The hand pulled her face harder against him, forcing her nose into his trimmed bush and holding her still as his cock grew inside her mouth. Lina wailed quietly, but with relief and lust, from her throbbing pussy and the inescapable, painful pleasure of his hands hard grip of her hair.

“I really hit the nail on the head when I read you,” Martin said above. “You are an incurable whore. A bitch made to serve.”

“Yes sir”, Lina cooed through the cock in her mouth. “I’m just a little horny whore who avrupa yakası escort has to serve my master and his dick.”

The swollen member left her mouth and she was pushed down, against his hairy scrotum. “Lick, whore. Lick your master’s balls. Like a dog licking its master’s face.”

She frantically lapped the rough skin with her tongue. The curly hair was wet with her saliva, but she licked every millimeter of her owner’s balls, enjoying the aroma and the feeling of being his good girl.

It had been two weeks since she last felt… alive. Fourteen days of frustration, emptiness and a terrible, constant horniness.

And now finally, with her owner’s cocks and balls pressed against her face, Lina felt all the stress drain from her. Like a poison being sucked out of her body. She could breathe again! Mentally at least – the cock that once again forced itself between Lina’s lips blocked off all airways as it burrowed past the roof of her mouth and towards her throat.

She started gagging almost immediately, but Martin held her with both hands tightly wrapped around her blonde hair. Lina realized how idiotic she had been, not taking the time to train her throat for Martin’s cock during the two weeks he had been silent. She could have spent every morning, afternoon and evening preparing her body for him. Taking things deep down her throat, googling blowing techniques and tips, training her pussy with pinching exercises… She had been a stupid and useless slut. A selfish whore who only thought of herself when she should have been thinking of her owner’s needs.

And as Martin’s cock made its way down her throat, forcing her to take the shaft through coughs and sobs, she was punished for her selfishness.

It didn’t take long before the slow, deep strokes turned into a straight-up facefuck. Lina knew she should worry about her gagging sobs being heard as Martin pushed past her throat’s defenses, drilling deep into her with each thrust, but she just couldn’t muster the willpower to care. Her pussy sent signals of pleasure in long, intense thrusts and Lina wondered if she was about to cum just from being throat fucked… Had she really fallen that far? Had she already become such a desperate whore that a cock in her mouth was enough to make her cum?

While her owner rammed his cock into her throat, forcing out strings of saliva that dripped down her chin and onto the floor, Lina heard her father’s sermon in the background.

“Sin spreads without regard to age, gender or even national borders. Gomorrah and Sodom were two cities of sin, and the Lord could purge them from His creation with the fire of His wrath. But the world we live in today is different. Sin is not isolated behind any city walls. It is everywhere. Through invisible waves in the air. Behind endless URL:s on the net. We cannot lock ourselves in or run away from it. And the Lord has stopped sending His fire upon the earth. He has left us to fight this sin ourselves, as He knows that this is the only way we can progress.

*******Gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck*

Lina ‘s chin was sticky with saliva, head locked in a static position between Martin’s hands as he thrust his hip hard and mercilessly into her open mouth.

*****Gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck*

“This is His final test. So many times the Lord has saved us from sin. With fire. With tidal waves. With His Son, who sacrificed Himself on the cross for our sins. Now it’s our turn. A parent must finally find the courage to let go of their children and let them learn for themselves. Give them the opportunity to grow. That is what the Lord is doing for us now. Giving us the opportunity to grow.”

*****Gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck*

Lina came almost immediately when Martin’s palm hit her cheek in a burning slap. Her eyes rolled upward, baring the whites of her eyes as another wave of euphoria swept through her at the next slap. At the same time, she felt something pressing up between her legs. Unable to control herself, she closed her hands around the foreign object and pressed it against her desperate pussy. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized that it was Martin’s shoe-clad foot she was rubbing against like a bitch in heat, but with his cock deep in her throat, the slaps against her cheeks and the smooth leather between her thighs, she simply couldn’t find space to be ashamed.

“Don’t you dare cum, little cunt,” Martin hissed down at her between thrusts. “Not until you have my jizz in your mouth. Sluts like you aren’t allowed to cum before their master. And don’t swallow until I give you permission either.” He slapped her again, harder than before. Lina almost burst into tears of frustration. The orgasm was there! Not even an arm’s length away! It took all her strength – all the depth of her willpower – not to cum while humping his shoe and leg. She saw herself from the outside, where she sat hunched with the hem of her skirt pulled up to her waist and her hips jerking in lightning-quick micro-movements against Martin’s shoe, which she held against her with both arms in mindless desperation. At the same time, Martin’s cock was thrusting in and out of her mouth, penetrating her throat with each thrust, making gagging noises and causing saliva and tears to drip onto the floor as Lina struggled not to give in to the specks of light and stars dancing across her vision.

Em Tied Up

I have tried to pursue bondage with my wife of twenty years but she always objected. “No, don’t tie me up.” “No, I won’t do that.” The funny thing is most guys would take my problem in a second. Even after all these years Em wants to fuck all the time. My problem is she’s a starfish. I get on and fuck her as long as I can. That’s it. She thinks doggy style is kinky so the idea of her being tied up and me doing whatever I want was so foreign to her that she couldn’t wrap her head around it. Well, I got bored and then tired of asking. I bought one hundred feet of clothesline, cut it into four sections of twenty feet and two sections of ten feet. I used black electrical tape to wrap each end of all the sections. I ordered wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. When they arrived, I was ready.

Em is different sexually after a few drinks. I guess most people are. I offered to make a Sunday brunch for us. Eggs and mimosas. Mimosas are Em’s weak point but I had to be careful, if she drinks the right amount she’s happy and horny but if she has one too many she’s gone. Drunk and passed out.

After the brunch, she was giggling at nonsense, she was ready. I kissed her roughly in the kitchen because kissing her like that always turns her on. I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. I didn’t ask this time like I did so many other times. I took the cuffs out and put them on her. She was kind of annoyed but not really objecting. I think she was trying to figure out where this was going because the rope was still hidden.

I kissed her and slowly stripped her clothes off. When she was naked I took the rope out and when she saw it she started to object but I didn’t care. I pushed her flat on her back and began tying her to the bedposts. I laughed and said, “You’re the one who picked out the bed frame with four perfect bedposts to tie you to. I told you I would take advantage of this bed and now it’s time.

She said “I’m really I’m not into this.”

I told her if she was annoying I would tape her mouth shut. She didn’t say another word.

“This is what’s going to happen. (I decided to tell her what I was doing in hopes she would realize it’s not bad and she would relax). I read about something called forced orgasms. I’m going to make you come three times in thirty minutes whether you want to or not. I’ll give you five minutes of rest before we start the next orgasm. During those five minutes you will suck my cock. I’m confident you will come three times but şişli escort if we need more time I’ll go past the thirty minutes but that’s the goal. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“I am in control here you will address me as sir. If I ask a question, sir will either be used at the beginning or end of your answer. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“There is one other rule. You will not orgasm unless you have my permission. How do you think you should ask for permission?”

“Oh umm, I guess, can I come, sir?”

“That’s not respectful at all. How about this, you come up with a better way to ask or I will give you your first punishment.

“No way, ok how about sir, may I please orgasm?”

“Perfect, you may also say come but nothing else. Understand one thing, I will punish you if you do not follow the rules. If you orgasm without permission I promise you will not enjoy what I have in mind.

I will use my hands for the first orgasm, my mouth for the second and a vibrator for the third and final. Are you ready to start?

“Yes, sir.”

I stayed fully dressed because I felt there was a power dynamic with me dressed and her totally naked, tied up and spread out exposed. I straddled her hips. Kissed her passionately. Moved down to her breasts. While sucking on them I moved my hand between her legs and was pleasantly surprised.

“You have been saying no to being tied up for so long but you’re soaked.”

I moved off and sat next to her. I lightly traced my fingers around her breast, down the center of her stomach, around her clit, down one side of her pussy lips, onto her thigh, crossed to the other thigh and made my way up. When I traced her other pussy lip I noticed when she thought I was about to touch her clit she took a breath so I skipped the clit and went back up to her other breast. I then used my finger to trace her pussy lips and circle her clit for several minutes of teasing. She started to raise her hips to get her clit toward my finger hoping I would make contact. I finally took the pad of my index finger and lightly grazed her clit from top to bottom. She moaned, gasped and took a breath.

“Do you want more of that?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How do you ask?”

“Sir, will you please touch my clit?” Em hates saying vulgar words. Her saying the word clit was another win for me. I think she knew what she had to do to have an orgasm. I again grazed across it.

“Look at your nişantaşı escort clit and tell me what you see?”

Her head raised, “Sir, my clit is huge. I have never seen it so swollen.”

I realized her first orgasm was going to be easy so I decided to make her cum quick. I began to rub her clit harder. She quickly asked, “Sir, may I please orgasm?”

“Not yet and don’t forget the punishment will be awful if you do'” I said.

Another 30 seconds went by. Her voice had changed now just as I hoped it would. She begged. “Sir, may I please come now sir, please?”

“Yes you can.”

She began grinding against my finger and moaned loudly while she was coming. I removed my finger quickly because I didn’t didn’t want to make her clit too sensitive since we had two more to go. I also knew if it wasn’t a great orgasm she’d stay horny.

Do you think you should thank me?

“Yes sir, thank you for my orgasm.”

I stood up and removed my clothes. I was hard as hell. I moved above her head and rested my cock on her forehead. She tilted her chin up but couldn’t reach her mouth to my cock. “Do you remember what happens next?”

“Yes sir, I suck it for 5 minutes.”

I slid my cock into her mouth. We alternated her sucking it and me fucking her mouth. Unfortunately, five minutes passed. I didn’t realize I would be torturing myself with this game.

I went down on her and began slowly licking her pussy lips. She was soaked. Her juices were dripping onto the bedsheets. I could feel her hips pull back as I licked close to her clit. It was sensitive and she was going to have to mentally get passed it. I did a long slow lick across her clit and she groaned. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure for her. I then rapidly licked her clit. Then slowed. Then rapid. The alternating was working as she was moaning and breathing hard. We were on the way to her second orgasm in record time. I know what she likes so I took my index finger and put it inside her as I licked her clit harder.

“Sir, may I please come? Sir, please.”

“Yes, you have permission.”

Em lifted her hips so my tongue was harder on her clit. I continued licking. “I’m coming sir.”

Again, as soon as she started the orgasm I stopped. She bucked wildly trying to get my tongue back on her clit. She didn’t get the full orgasm she wanted but it was enough. We had one more to go.

“Do you want to be a good girl and make me come now?”

“Yes mecidiyeköy escort sir, I would love it.”

We alternated between her sucking and me fucking her mouth. I was turned on and so hard. I was close to orgasm very quickly. I tried to distract myself by pulling her nipples and stretching them but I was no match for how turned on I was and how amazing her mouth felt. I exploded and she swallowed load after load. To her credit, she swallowed every drop and didn’t miss any.

Her third orgasm would be easy. She loved her vibrator. I waited the extra few minutes for her 5 minute rest. During the wait, I laid next to her and kissed her neck, cheek and mouth. I gently caressed her thighs. I told her she was beautiful spread wide open. I reminded her how I loved that her natural tits sagged off to the side when she is on her back. When the five minutes were up I placed the vibrator to her clit. It was immediately obvious she would struggle. Her hips pulled back and she tried to pull her clit away. I asked what’s wrong.

“Sir, my clit is very sensitive.”

I told her I read this could happen and had a distraction. I walked out of the room where I grabbed two medium binder clips. I thought let’s see if she’s a pain slut or not. I returned to the room. She was looking at me. “What’s in your hand, sir?” I didn’t answer. I just walked up to her, and put the binder clip on her nipple. Than the other nipple. Much to my surprise she said nothing but what I had read in other stories could happen, happened. Em closed her eyes, took a deep breath, exhaled. Holy shit she accepted the pain. Holy shit she entered headspace. My boring vanilla wife entered headspace. I placed the vibrator on her clit. She laid there quietly. Her pussy was like a river, her juices were pouring out. There was a huge wet spot on the sheets. She barely moved. I pulled on the binder clips to get a reaction. Nothing, no reaction. Total headspace.

After two minutes of no movement and total silence, she said, “Sir, please may I come?”

“Yes you may. Enjoy the last one.”

She then let out a huge moan, convulsed, came super hard and collapsed in exhaustion. I stopped the vibrator and moved next to her. I removed the binder clips. I was hard again but she needed a minute. I told her how beautiful she looked, how amazing she was. Then I told her I was going to fuck her.

She said, “I would like that, sir.”

I lasted about 5 minutes. She just laid there never moving. She was done and sensitive. I decided to come inside her to dominate her one more time. I exploded inside her and then took the cuffs off her wrists and ankles so she could move. We laid there together for a few minutes. I said I loved her. She responded, “I love you too, sir.”

Casino Sex, behind closed doors

Veronica sat looking across her desk at the full figured brunette for a long moment before she spoke.

“So Alicia, tell me why you want to work at our Casino. And do you have an idea of what part you want to work in? In the hotel, on the casino floor, in the spa or maybe the call center?

The woman in her early 40s gave a nervous smile like most people do in job interviews. Alicia is about 5’5″ tall with large D cup breasts standing prominently over her womanly body. Having two children has left her body thicker than it was. Thighs, stomach and butt all a little more sumptuous than she would like.

She is proud of her “assets” probably because she comes from a family of women that have always said, “You aren’t fat as long as your boobs stick out farther than your belly.”.

“Well my youngest child has moved out of state. Where his father and sister live. So being single and working part time at a grocery store isn’t very exciting. And losing the child support payments has me needing to earn more money. I don’t mind working nights and weekends now. I will do whatever if I can earn enough money to survive. Just let me know what you expect of me and I will do it.”

Veronica saw potential in having a poor woman with big tits eager to please. Her carnal thoughts made her grin. She always loved adding to her stable of submissive women.

“We have about 4,000 employees here. And since COVID we have had trouble keeping enough employees to run the place. So I will give you a job. But we need to figure out where.”

“With only a high school degree most people would place you in housekeeping at the hotel and move on to their next interview. But I sense you have potential for more. Are you willing to be obedient, work hard and not complain about every little issue that may bother you?”

“Oh Yes. I will do anything asked of me and be happy to have a job. I understand it is a big world and I have to earn my place in it.”

“That’s a smart girl. Let me be completely honest with you Alicia. The casino floor is where the money is at for lower level employees. It will also allow you to impress managers on the floor leading to potential better paying jobs. I think you could make a perfect waitress. The hourly pay is around housekeeping pay but you get tips.”

“That sounds great” Alicia smiled feeling better about her future. She was determined to have a better life.

“Earning tips is the key. It takes a special woman to understand what it takes to earn tips. You have to be willing to “sex it up” a bit.”

“I’m fine with that. But can you tell me how to do it?” Alicia admitted sincerely.

The early 40s blonde stood up and walked around her desk to stand in front of Alicia. Her long tan legs on display under her short skirt. The four inch heels made her 5’8″ frame tower over Alicia.

She gave a pleasant smile and giggled, “Well girl, these twins of yours will need to be on display.”

“Wow. Um, Ok. If showing the guys a little boobage will make me more money, then I am good with it.” Alicia giggled.

Alicia was fascinated and a little intimidated by Veronica as she sat staring at her long legs. She thought even her feet looked sexy in those four inch heels. Her slender frame with athletic legs and fine ass had Alicia mesmerized. Veronica’s hair and makeup completed the near perfect ensemble.

Alicia wanted to be like Veronica. Nice clothes and makeup. Her hair looking so radiant. She was determined to do whatever it took to have those things. Regardless of what humiliating depths she would have to traverse to get there.

“Great. Beth is over all of the waitresses that work on the floor. Mind you she is strict and demanding. I suggest you bend to her will early to let her know you really want the job. After your first week you will report back to me so we can go over Beth’s evaluation of you.”

“Yes Ma’am. And Thank you for the opportunity.”

“Don’t squander it. And a word of advice. Beth has her pets and then the rest of the waitresses hate her. Remember Beth sets the schedule. So her pets work the good tip earning hours and the girls that she doesn’t like get the morning shifts and low tip earning hours.”

Over the weekend Alicia couldn’t get her mind off of Veronica. She wondered how she looked naked. She even pleasured herself imaging being allowed to pleasure Veronica with her mouth. The soft clean shaven sex tasting so sweet in her dreams.

Alicia had never really thought of sex with other women. But she had fantasies of pleasuring the store manager and head of the produce dept. in the grocery store where she worked. Both were strong, clean cut men that she felt deserved to be worshipped. She saw herself pleasuring them and being used for their pleasure even though she knew they would both go home to their beautiful wives when done with her.

She began to realize that maybe being used by people she felt deserved the pleasure or were superior to her is what turned her on. Deciding if it was the “being merter escort used” part or the “superior person deserves it” part that excited her more was the only problem.

Based on how horny she was all weekend it was clear her sexual fantasies had expanded to include serving women.

Monday morning Alicia showed up in Beth’s office wearing black slacks that hugged her wide hips and accentuated her plump ass. Her black top was also form fitting with the material holding her large tits firm and high.

She felt good about her look but thought being so horny might have her a little too excited to start her new job. Dressing provocatively so men could ogle her kind of excited her too. She was a big ball of emotions, nervous about her first day of work.

Alicia stood quietly waiting as the blonde behind the desk finished typing an email.

“You must be Alicia.” the early 30s woman with long blonde hair smiled as she looked up from her computer. The beauty of the thick full mane of blonde hair was only eclipsed by her radiant smile and soft blue eyes. She was stunningly beautiful.

Alicia’s mouth fell open a little and her palms started to sweat. She had never been so nervous.

“Yes Ma’am. And I am looking forward to pleasing you. Err, oh um, work wise I meant.” Alicia was mortified at her words. Time stood still. She had no idea how her new boss would react.

The blonde laughed, “Well if you expect to keep your job then pleasing me work wise is a must. We can discuss the other later.” she gave a wink as she stood up.

She wore a black silk blouse with a silver pencil skirt that stopped three inches above her knee. The right side of the skirt had a three inch long slit allowing her tan thigh to show as she strolled the casino floor showing Alicia around. The tight skirt showed off her heart shaped ass which had everyone watching as she walked by them.

After the tour of the floor and getting an explanation of how the shifts worked for waitresses etc. Alicia felt more comfortable.

The conversation turned more personal and Alicia found herself sharing things she wasn’t sure she should admit.

“Oh sweetheart. If you have a 45 minute bus ride to get here that could be a problem. Tell you what, my husband is out of town on business this week, why don’t you stay with me? That will give you the week to prove yourself and if things look like they are going to work out then Veronica and I will help you figure out your living situation.”

Alicia didn’t know what to say. “Well”

“Look Alicia,” her boss interrupted. “You can’t be dressed the way you need to be dressed to work here riding a bus. What you have on today is marginal at best for being successful at this job.”

“What I’m wearing pretty well matches all of the waitresses we saw on the floor.” Alicia replied defending her outfit.

“EXACTLY. And those cunts are my morning waitresses for a reason. If you want to work nights and weekends you will need sexier outfits.”

“Oh, ok. Will you help me find the right outfits?” Alicia asked tentatively.

“Sure I will. How can I turn down a woman that is looking forward to pleasing me?” she giggled. “Stay with me this week and we will have time for shopping as well as me explaining how this game works. The insight will be what helps make you successful.”

That night Alicia was impressed with the large clean house as she sat in the kitchen watching her boss pour herself another glass of wine. Alicia had stopped after two glasses.

“So let me explain how the world works and you can decide where you fit in and if this job is right for you. There are two types of people in this world. Pleasers and Takers. A waitress should be a pleaser. They dress provocatively pleasing any person wanting to notice them. Flirting with anyone that makes a crude comment to them. Typical things like, Thank you Babe or Baby or sweetheart after some pervert says “Nice ass” or “Nice rack” or something worse.”

“Worse. What do you mean?” Alicia asks

“Well in your case a guy might say, “Nice udders.” loud enough for several people around to hear. Would you be able to smile and say, “Thank you Babe” as you walk off?”

Alicia’s mind was racing. The thought of men saying “Nice Rack” excited her. To know strangers found her attractive was a turn on. But why did she get turned on thinking about an arrogant male yelling “Nice udders” from several feet away while she was handing a woman her drink? The look of disgust on the woman’s face while the man laughed.

“Inquiring minds want to know.” giggled the gorgeous blonde snapping Alicia out of the degrading thoughts that were turning her on.

“I think I could handle that.” Alicia smiled.

“Kinda Hot, Right?” the blonde laughed. “Guys telling you how hot you are when you walk by. Sure some will cross the line and be humiliating but what chick doesn’t get an ego boost from a cat call when she walks by construction workers?”

“Yeah. I’m actually ortaköy escort excited about my new job. Especially if you will help me with what I should wear.”

“That my dear is our next topic. Follow me.”

Alicia followed her tipsy boss upstairs and into the master suite. Beth sat on the edge of the bed and said, “Help me with these.” as she crossed her left leg over her right knee bouncing her foot up and down unable to throw the four inch heel from her foot.

Alicia knelt in front of her and removed the shoe without speaking. She then took the other shoe when it was offered to her.

“Good girl.” the blonde winked as she stood and unzipped her short skirt. When the skirt slipped to the floor the kneeling woman gasped seeing the white lace panties covering the blonde’s cleanshaven sex.

Beth stepped out of the skirt and dropped her black blouse on top of it before turning to walk toward the bathroom. She tossed her bra on the bed as Alicia took in the view of her amazing ass until it disappeared into the bathroom.

“Grab me a towel out of the top drawer of the dresser the TV is sitting on.” she said over her shoulder as she turned on the shower and stepped in.

Alicia stood in front of the shower with the towel as she watched the most erotic thing she had ever seen. The stunning blonde bathed her thin tan body completely ignoring Alicia on the other side of the glass door.

Thoughts of being a sex object as well as being humiliated had Alicia damp but seeing the hottest woman in her life naked and lathering her body up with soap made Alicia absolutely wet.

Beth stepped out of the shower raising her hands above her head as she said, “Dry me off like a good girl. See how hard my nipples are in this cool air?”

The older woman, with no hesitation, stepped forward and used the soft towel to dry her superior. While she was kneeling to dry the legs and feet Beth bent forward and grabbed the back of her shirt puling it up to her shoulders.

“It’s time for this to come off.” she said in a husky whisper. Alicia dropped the towel and raised her arms allowing the shirt to be pulled off. Beth immediately tossed the shirt onto the floor and grabbed the bra clasp on the kneeling woman’s back.

Seconds later with the bra now on the floor she said, “Stand up and let me see those melons.”

Things were moving fast for Alicia but she had never been so turned on and wanted to make Beth happy. Anything Beth wanted her to do is all Alicia wanted to do. She would do anything to please her new boss. And hopefully that would involve having sex with the stunningly beautiful woman.

Alicia rose to her feet, nervous and topless, standing in front of Beth. The reaction was immediate. Beth reached out and grabbed her massive breasts.

“Wow! These are AMAZING!” Beth said ignoring the small fleshy belly under them that was spilling out over the top of Alicia’s tight pants.

The younger woman pushed the huge globes together, “This flawless porcelain white skin and these eraser size nipples.” she said giving the nipples a tug between her thumb and forefinger.

“Your outfits from now on will be low cut and with thinner bras underneath so we can all see those nipples when they are hard. Mmmmmm, can’t wait to see you dressed like a slut serving strangers their perverted pleasures along with their drinks.” she winked.

“We can discuss clothes more tomorrow. Now it’s time to let you do what you have been looking forward to doing all day.” she said walking past Alicia back into the bedroom.

“Didn’t you say you were looking forward to pleasing me this morning?” she giggled as she climbed up onto the bed spreading her legs provocatively.

“Don’t be shy. You can leave your pants on. Just crawl up here and use your mouth to pleasure me like a good pleaser should.”

Alicia was relieved to keep her pants on as her panties were soaked and no doubt fragrant at this point. She licked her lips as she crawled between the open thighs to kiss the lewdly displayed sex.

Her tongue made long slow strokes up and down the length of the moist hairless crotch. The smell of Beth’s excitement filling her nose as she kissed the clit and started working in earnest to please her.

Beth ran her fingers through the submissive woman’s hair. Taking a firm grasp when they reached the back of her head. Rotating her hips while pulling the older women’s head into her needy pussy.

She let out a breathless whisper, “OH My God. So good. Do your job. Don’t stop. You never stop until you have satisfifed. MMmmmmmmm, you are going to be such a gooooooood submissive slut for us.”

The next thirty minutes were a blur for Alicia. Beth having three orgasms on her face before pushing her away and suggesting she get a shower. As the warm shower water ran over her body she couldn’t help but recall the line over and over.

“you are going to be such a good submissve slut for us.” what did that mean? Beth and her otele gelen escort husband? Or Beth and Veronica? Or people she hadn’t even met yet?

Her fingers danced across her clit as she ran the possibilities through her mind. The current situation with all of the possibilities were intoxicating. Her fingers were working their magic she was so close she started to bite her bottom lip.

“Ugh Hmm.” boomed a voice from just a couple of feet away. Alicia’s eyes shot open, startled by the interruption.

“We don’t allow submissives to orgasm by their own hand. You are only allowed to orgasm during physical sex with an actual person. Or with your fingers or a toy when given express permission by one of us. That usually only happens if one of us wants to watch you masturbate for our entertainment.”

Alicia removed her fingers from her crotch. Confusion and excitement had her mind racing as she turned off the water and silently stepped out of the shower.

Beth was pleased with Alicia’s reaction. No questions, just simply obeyed when told to dry off and come to bed. “You can sleep in my bed tonight so you won’t be tempted to masturbate.” Beth had told her.

The next morning was Starbucks drive through on the way to shopping for Alicia’s new outfits.

Beth knew the salesgirl who looked to be in her mid 20s. “We’ll try a 34 D cup in the material my girls normally wear. And some matching thongs.” Beth instructed the girl who immediately jumped into action.

“My bra is a 36 D.” Alicia whispered.

“Not anymore it’s not. Yes, the underwire will hurt a little and the clasp may even dig into your back some. But those melons are going to be riding high and tight to produce a shit ton of cleavage for the world to enjoy.” came the curt reply.

“Nobody will know what color eyes you have. I can promise you that.” Beth said with a wink.

Eight deep cut V neck black dresses, Six bras, eight thongs and 3 pairs of shoes. Two comfortable flat pair and one pair of 4 inch heels.

“These are for special occasions if you ever earn any.” Beth commented as she handed them to the salesgirl.

After shopping they drove to a high end apartment complex.

“This is Veronica’s place. She is here for lunch and we needed somewhere for you to get properly dressed.” Beth said as she parked the car.

In the elevator Beth looked Alicia in the eyes and said, “Last night you were perfect. I told Veronica that on the phone earlier and she suggested we stop here to let you get dressed for her. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Most women get a week under me before seeing her again. But you were so perfect last night.”

“This is her show. She is the top of the food chain. I like you a lot and hope Veronica agrees to keep you in our club. But pleasing her is a must if you want this job. This could be an exciting new life for you. Sex object and sex slave. I KNOW you have those types of fantasies after last night.”

Alicia’s head was spinning again. She had never been this horny in her life. But was she ok being a sex slave? She was secretly looking forward to being a sex object. And last night was incredible even though she got nothing in return. Does not being allowed an orgasm when you have sex with someone make you a sex slave?

Thousands of thoughts scrambled through her head as they walked down the hall. Was she a sex slave? After all her asshole ex-husband used her for sex. The only foreplay being him ramming his cock down her throat. Gagging on his cock always made her wet allowing him to fuck her easily after just a few short minutes in her mouth. He took anal whenever he wanted it. Never asking her opinion, simply sliding his wet cock right up her asshole.

It was true that it turned her on to be used sexually. Even right now her pussy was soaked just thinking these thoughts. These thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind as they entered the opulent apartment.

Moments later she was standing naked in front of the two women. Veronica approached her and fondled her breast before tugging and twisting her nipples slightly.

“You were right. A nice firm set of tits for a 40 year old. But these nipples make them perfect. In the right dress the whole world can see when she is excited.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Beth giggled. “If you don’t need me here I will head back. I don’t need her back until 3:00pm so you have plenty of time.” she continued.

“Very well. She will be in your office at 3.” Veronica said to Beth before leaning close to Alicia’s ear. “We can smell your excitement, slut.” she whispered.

“Are you a lesbian?”

“No. No Ma’am. Last night was my first time.”

“So you would say a cock in your pussy is your current preference for sexual gratification?”

“Um, I guess. I haven’t had sex in awhile.”

“Is that why you are obviously so horny? Or should we blame Beth for your current state of arousal?” Veronica said with a smirk.

“Never mind those questions. Would you like to have an orgasm today?”

“Well, um, I um”

“Out with it, slut. Yes or no?”

“Yes. Yes please.”

“That’s better. However submissive sluts never get without giving first. So come give me some.” Veronica said as she slipped her dress off and sat on the couch spreading her legs.

Dungeon and Dragon

Warning: This story contains Watersports.

Dungeon and Dragon.

Written by HumbleHeretic

Requested by Bellaco

“It’s already been two hours, Karsten. Are you sure there is game in these woods?”

“When did I ever say that? I only said that we should check it out.”

“You bloody-!”

The woods were usually quiet, as though devoid of life. Some of the locals that lived near hear made of ghostly stories about this place, that it was haunted by demons or that it was a cursed land. There was no knowing for sure if the rumours about this place held water, however one thing that became certain to the two human hunters was that finding game to hunt in this place seemed a fruitless endeavour. It had already been a couple hours since they’ve been hiking, they were at the point now where both of them were ready to give up.

“Well, son of a bitch.”

“I suppose that makes sense then.”

What the two eventually came upon as they were about to turn around was a formation of mossy rocks with a broad crevasse in the middle. A dungeon, or so they assumed. Of course, not all caves were dungeons and not all dungeons were caves. However the fact that the area was so devoid of any wildlife larger than bugs and birds told them that there was a good chance this was indeed a dungeon.

“Wait… you there, come out!”

Suddenly, one of the men called out towards the entrance of the cave. That was when a being that had been partially hidden in the shadows stepped out into the entrance of the cave.

“Tch, what the fuck, a bloody Tiefling?”

Their very first reaction was one of displeasure, but anyone else would have reacted in such a way. The creature looked like a person, except for the devil horns sprouting from its head, the tail hanging behind it and it’s light silvery skin. A Tiefling, one of the most disliked species in the land, beings met first with ire and distrust than goodwill. The two hunters’ reaction were quite in line with the norm, however, one of them suddenly showed a strange interest in the silent creature.

“Actually, this one’s not too bad on the eye’s.”

“Erik, seriously?”

Though his friend reprimanded him, he didn’t refute the other’s words. They could tell that the Tiefling before them was male, yet it was small and delicate, standing at only 5 feet tall with feminine curves like what one would see in a barmaid, it even had small breasts. It’s face wasn’t too bad either, ignoring the foreign colour, it possessed girly features like what either men would look for in their own wife! The horns on its forehead were also much smaller than an average Tieflings, they looked more like the horns of a succubus. Even Karsten was tempted to try and capture the creature, not many people would be opposed, it was only a Tiefling after all. The best part was that it was alone and clearly unarmed, in fact it’s body was completely naked, down to its small pecker hanging between its thighs. There was just one problem.

“Give up, look at its neck.”

“Tsk, what rotten luck.”

Around the creature’s neck was a sturdy-looking collar, and hanging behind it was a thick metal chain extending into the darkness of the dungeon. It would appear that the Tiefling was already the property of someone, and nobody ordinary by the looks of it.

“Whoever it is probably lives in this dungeon, that’s definitely not somebody we want trouble with.”

The pair of human hunters therefore had no choice but to give up. Both men turned around on the spot, no longer bothering with the creature that had just stood there blankly staring at them the entire time. They held their bows and started to make their way back out the woods.

“A damn shame though, with looks like that, I bet it squeals like a whore.”

“Focus on your belly before your dick, you daft bastard, we still haven’t got anything yet.”

The Tiefling could hear the men still conversing as they walked away into the distance. As it looked at their receding backs, it thought back to the time where it was once free like them. The truth was that this Tiefling wasn’t always a Tiefling, at some point in its life, it had been a human just like them, a human that would have had the same disgusted reaction were he to stumble upon himself now like they did. But that was a long time ago, now he was a Tiefling, and like they’d guess, he was also someone else’s property.

JANGLE~

Just as he thought of this, the Tiefling felt a stirring in the collar on his neck while the sturdy metal chain dragged on the stone ground. The chain links began to retreat deeper into the darkness of the cave one by one, and with it, the hold on the Tiefling’s neck tightened. He continued to watch the outside for a short while longer, the early morning scenery the only time such a scene was available to him. When it reached a point where the collar was beginning to press against his throat, he had no choice but to go along with it and allow the chain to lead him into the cave, into the dungeon, and towards his beyoğlu escort “home”. His naked feet stepped along the stone floor, his body disappearing in darkness and the area became completely vacant once more.

KRKK-K-L~

Suddenly there was a noise like rocks rubbing against each other, from the borders of the cave’s entrance, tendrils of hard stone sprouted and reached towards each other like the arms of stone golems. The tendrils met in the centre of the entrance, completely closing the space of from the outside, and as soon as it locked, the entire cave entrance gradually faded out of existence. It’s mere presence grew thinner until the space appeared empty, like nothing had been there in the first place.

***

The Tiefling went down hard stone steps, through cool corridors lit by wooden torches and down even more steps. He passed by the monsters guarding each floor of the dungeon, none of them were chained. In the end, even the monsters put here to throw their lives at invaders were more free than him whose chain only ever reached to the entrance of the cavern. He figured that this was yet another of Lord Asmodeus’ machinations to make him crave and miss the outside world.

After a few floors and some twists and turns, the Tiefling came upon a certain room where the door was still open from when he walked out earlier. The room he entered was dark, at least for a normal creature. A Tiefling possessed darkvision, and this one was no different, in this way he was able to plainly see the large figure curled up in the corner of the room.

The naked figure had long powerful legs and feet decorated with large, sharp talons, their thighs were muscular and thick, their hips astoundingly broad and the waist was fairly plump. A pair of large breasts donned her naked chest and a long thick neck held up a head that appeared human at a glance but was ripe with reptilian features. These included her sharp teeth, a couple of which protruded from her plump lower lips, the large, curved ivory horns extending from her forehead and the large spiny frill situated in between, sprouting from her head of silky white hair and running down her back. Her arms and legs contained similar spiny frills and from her back sprouted large wings.

The Tiefling’s darkvision was coloured in black and white, however he would never be able to get the colour of silver out of his head, the colour of the reptilian scales covering her entire robust body. Nor could he forget her towering height that was literally twice his own, the current curled up form of the half Silver Dragon, half Pit Fiend woman spoke nothing of her sheer size and dominance that made him have to look up at her in awe and fear. And in times like those, there would be a single part of her blocking his view, one of the few parts of her that wasn’t covered in tough scales.

JANGLE~

The jangle of the chain sounded again. A part of the chain attached to the collar on the Tiefling’s neck was held in the large claws of the Dragoness, a greater part of it coiled up beside her bed. As she gently pulled on his chain, he was made to move towards her while she turned over in her bedding. And that was when it appeared.

“Come pet.”

For the first time her gruff voice echoed in the bed chamber, and it was clear to the Tiefling what her intention was. A massive, engorged phallus, it’s swollen form a dark grey colour in contrast to the silver of her scales, sitting atop a large pair of round tescticles! Even though it was only the usual morning swelling, the Tiefling could hear the engorged cock throbbing in his ears as he was forcefully brought close to it. A potent musk invaded his senses and the heat of her crotch bathed his body.

JANGLE~

He wasn’t allowed to pull away, forced to bring himself onto the rough bedding and in between her massive legs. The pulsating member was literally the size of his entire upper body, and it was monstrously thick! The pungent odour was overwhelmingly strong up close, and a lot of it came from her bloated sack that held enough potent artillery to feed her oversized cannon. There were no words exchanged, after such a long time, the Tiefling was expected to go along with the unspoken intention of his mistress.

As her glowing silver eyes peered into him, he gingerly reached his small hand out and settled them at the top of her pole where the hidden head of her cock met the thick foreskin. Even though she was mostly Silver Dragon, the heat of her engorged member was astounding, the Tiefling felt like he would develop blisters while he peeled her colossal cock.

SHLCHK~

“Hrrrkkklk~!!”

Even after all this time, the smell was hard to get used to, it was probably impossible to get used to! A sickening sticky noise filled his ears as he pulled down her foreskin to reveal a thick coating of vomit-inducing gunk hidden below! A revolting stench that made his stomach churn and caused him to gag, filled his airways. His usually stoic face was warped in disgust escort ataköy despite his efforts to control his expression.

The sick, sticky noise continued to grate on his eardrums as his trembling hands pulled her leathery cock sleeve lower, revealing more and more of the revolting muck! The only reaction from the Dragoness as her cock was peeled was the intense throbbing of her shaft that caused the hot scum to wipe onto the Tiefling’s fingers. The urge to vomit intensified, however one of the curses placed on his body forcefully kept the contents of his stomach at bay while he continued.

One of the unfortunate side effects of the Dragoness’ mixed lineage was that her cock produced much more smegma than normal and at an accelerated rate. The thick coating that continued to show itself as the Tiefling peeled her foreskin was only the result of a single night’s rest! When he got her foreskin pulled back all the way, at least 9 inches up gunked-up cock head was causing the small bed chamber to be filled with a nauseating stench!

“HUR-HUELGH!!”

Every morning, every single morning he was subject to this yet the Tiefling never overcame the disgust. His hands still holding her greasy foreskin was trembling, his eyes were teary and his throat and stomach wouldn’t stop convulsing. However he unfortunately had no choice, even without his mistress saying anything, he knew what needed to be done and had no other option but to do it. This, he steeled his resolve and brought his face closer.

SCHLKkKk~

“RRRRLLGGHH-HHRRK!”

The first lick was always the hardest, when his tongue first dug into the warm, sticky, lumpy cheese fermented below her foreskin overnight. His sense of taste was only a source of agony as the revolting flavours of rancid draconic cock crud spread on his tastebuds. His nose burned from a stench not even a swamp dweller would be able to endure! The tears in his eyes increased together with the intensity of his vomitless gagging!

A single lick was enough for his mouth to be filled with the putrid muck, the warm lumpy paste held his convulsing tongue down to the floor of his mouth while his teeth and gums became smeared in the disgusting filth. An indescribably rotten stench filled his mouth such that it penetrated into his nasal cavity and flowed into his nose from the other side. Combined with the rotten smell of the cheese coated cock head throbbing before his nostrils, it was an overpowering stench that was threatening to make him go crazy!

SCHLK-CHKK~

“RRRMMGGHHK-GGHHRRGK!!”

Unfortunately, the scum was so thick that he had to chew it just to be able to swallow. A myriad of flavours twice as disgusting as before exploded in his mouth! His tongue barely shivered amidst the lumpy, sticky goo that formed tough strings inside his mouth as he mashed it into his teeth. The stench became a level worse and his face was that of pure suffering. The Tiefling’s stomach lurched violently as he chewed through disgust and revoltion while his sanity waned. Finally he was able to swallow the custardy muck into his throat, where he was force to endure it stickily clinging to the walls of his spasming gullet all the way down.

“Greeeeellghkk! Uuuuueeeelkkklk!!”

A burst of horrid stench flew out of his mouth as he gagged and choked while doubling over. Large droplets fell from his eyes and barely wet the bedding below as he tried to settle his stomach, to no avail. He could already feel the scum festering inside, filling his body with an unbelievably revolting stench while an unbearable smell and taste tortured his senses long after the fact!

JANGLE~

He was given no time to cope with his suffering unfortunately, a pull on his collar forcefully brought his attention back to the Dragoness’ soiled cock. There was barely any change at all, the mouthful of rotted smegma he’d just fought tooth and nail to eat hardly made a noticeable dent in the overall collection of thick, pasty, rotten and reeking muck covering her massive cock head! His stomach and throat were still convulsing, just seeing the pile of filth again made the Tiefling wish that he could vomit!

However, his suffering was of no concern to the Dragoness, in fact her cock was throbbing even harder as though she enjoyed it. She tightened her grip on the chain and slowly forced his face back toward the festering coating of rotten cheese on her cock. The Tiefling’s teary face warped into deeper disgust as his face was brought closer until he had no choice but to stick his tongue out again.

SCHLKkKk~

“HHHRRRRLK!”

While it was true that the first lick was the hardest, the second one was basically no better in any way, neither was the third, and the fourth and so one. The short rest just now was the first and last, he wasn’t allowed to pull his face away any longer as he licked, gagged, chewed and retched continuously. As though the taste and stench in his mouth wasn’t horrible enough, his nostrils were always up against the smegma coated mecidiyeköy escort dick, drawing in the worst smell imaginable every time he breathed.

The inside of his mouth was a constant tarantula’s nest of thick yellow and off-white webs. His tongue buried in the brunt of the revolting slop constantly bore flavours unimaginable by common man. Tears continued to flow down his cheeks that gradually became more soiled by the greasy cock rot. His lips were thickly stained like he was wearing cheap lipstick. His throat was horribly caked in the grimy, sticky filth from his uvula all the way down into his stomach where a festering clump of lumpy, rotten cock cheese was sitting.

His gaging was endless, his chewing and licking constant and the lurching of his stomach ceased not for a moment. The Tiefling ate in chagrin and disgust until his tongue was numb yet his tastebud remained alive to suffer. His sense of smell was completely ruined by the stench of smegma. At last it reached a point where there was more cock rot smeared on his face than there was on the Dragoness’s dick. Only now could one see the darker grey shade of her glans as the Tiefling licked the clumpy remnants of filth out of her foreskin.

“Enough.”

“URRLKK-KKLKKK! HURK!”

Finally there was only the salty, fishy precum leaking from the Dragoness’ tip. The Tiefling was finally allowed to pull away as the hold on his chain loosened. This was what she fed him every morning, the disgusting crud that festered inside her foreskin overnight, the revolting slop that was now making him retch violently as more tears fell from his eyes and into the bedding. He felt absolutely sick to his stomach to say the very least, even though the smegma should have already been absorbed by his body, he could still vaguely feel the cheesy scum melting inside his belly. The stench of his own breath made him want to puke.

And to think that this was only the start of the Tiefling’s usual day as the Dragoness’ perpetual slave.

“HHUUURRRLL-KLKK!”

The disgust he felt wouldn’t leave him, even as the Dragoness got up from the bed and walked away. While holding back his tears, the Tiefling looked at her back where her large wings draped downward like a luxurious cape. He still remembered the past, back when he was the human, Hennet, and she, just a normal Silver Dragon. His undying love for her lead him to steal the Book of Vile Darkness such that he could exchange it for the Dragoness that had once been his caretaker. Her kidnapper? The Demonic Lord Asmodeus, the very same that had turned him into what he was now. In the end he had been tricked and the Dragoness was made the guardian of the book.

The lord gave her his blood and thus she became what she is now, a hybrid of a Silver Dragon and a Pit Fiend. And Hennet, he was given to her as a pet, a plaything, a slave. The man that once dreamed of having the Dragoness alongside him as they hunted for their meals, now reduced to having his own meals grown below the filthy foreskin of her cock, one of the gifts she’d gained in her new bipedal, buxom form. He could still recall the day he was made to say her true name, Lulacrimsonix. She appeared before his altered self then and bound her chain to him, forever claiming him as hers.

And yet still, even now he still loved her. After all these years, the deluded Tiefling held on to a hopeless hope that she would regain what she once was one day and return the love he offered her.

As Hennet lamented about the past, the Dragoness, Lulu as he once called her, made her way out of the bedchambers that were saturated with her musk.

JANGLE~

Of course, the Tiefling’s chain was still held securely in her grip, even before he could move on his own he was being dragged along by the neck. The air outside of the room was at least a little bit fresher, he trailed behind her with his eyes level with her large butt and her tail draping behind it. Her cock wasn’t the only thing unreasonably large about the 10 foot tall she-beast. Hennet’s monstrous mistress then wordlessly led him to a room close by, the usual next stop of the morning.

Where they entered was like a small, dimly lit library, except that there were no tomes on the shelves, but an assortment of strange items and contraptions instead. They were nothing like what Hennet had seen humans craft in the past, he didn’t thing that even dwarves would create eccentric items like these. The most normal and recognizable among them consisted of whips and bindings, shackles and chains. The only commonality between all of the items present here was that they were all used exclusively on him.

Hennet watched Lulu pick out one of the items, and the moment he say what it was, his throat already started to feel itchy. It looked like a corset like what noble ladies wore, except that the black article had similarly black leather straps protruding out the front. Also it was sized large to fit that massive Dragoness.

Without waiting for a command, Hennet lethargically stepped towards an old wooden bench and lay down flat on his belly. He then felt the Dragoness’s presence over him as her shadow covered him, his feet were then grabbed by her large scaly hand on brough to the small of his feminine back where his wrists were already positioned in waiting.

Business Trip Pt. 01

Business Trip 1 – slave girl sara

A month or so ago we had to visit to one of our offices in Birmingham during the week, it was to be a two day stay and it was my first visit. I knew it would involve some play as I was caned five stripes, mid-week, after my brekkie spanking.

We stayed with a young couple who Marc new through our community, the girl, Mica, of the couple had been his bed warmer before she left home and moved in with her lifelong friend Judy.

Whilst a lesbian/Bi couple is not the norm in our community lifestyle it is certainly not unusual. Marc had already decided he would share his bed with Judy and I would use and be used by Mica.

We arrived at their home around ten in the morning after just over a two hour drive. We were shown to our respective rooms and Mica followed me in.

“Do you need a Pee?”

“Yes please.”

She took me into the en-suite pulled down my jeans and knickers and sat me on the toilet. I Peed and she tore off the tissue, I instinctively opened my legs, she patted me dry and stood me up. She pulled up my knickers and jeans and washed both our hands.

I unpacked my overnight bag, and we heard Marc fucking Judy over the hallway. That was like a signal, Mica turned me round, undid the button and zip of my jeans and gently pushed her hand down my knickers to my bare pussy.

After a quick but efficient fingering she knelt, pulled my bottom half down and began licking sucking and biting me. It did not take much and I was soon on the bed being eaten, Marc came in and pulled me to the end of the bed, so my head hung over, and pulled up Mica`s top.

He soon had his cock in my mouth, titting Mica up as I was cumming, so bizarre but kağıthane escort so wonderful. Was this a sign of things to come, I did hope so. Sir eased up from my throat to my mouth and cum. No one had anything to wash so we said bye for now and left for the office.

We pulled into the underground car park and I undid my seat belt to get out. Marc pushed his seat back unbuttoned and unzipped and pulled my head onto his cock for a quick blow.

In the office we had lunch brought in and worked until four when all the updates needed were completed.

We went back to the car park and as I went to get into the car Marc said, “You get in with Brian and I will see you later.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Don`t forget to thank him for the lift.”

“No Sir.”

Brian led me to the front of his car and gently pushed me to my knees.

“Perhaps a little pre-drive thank you sara.”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

I dutifully knelt and took out his flaccid good-sized cock and soon had him rock hard.

“I enjoy nipple and breast play sara so lift your top up as you stand.”

No need to answer, he must have known I love it too. With jeans and knickers to my ankles and top under my chin I was pushed against his car door as he nibbled and slapped my tits with one hand and rolled my clitty with the other. I was turned round and lent over his car bonnet for a brilliant ten-minute fucking and nipple pulling service! I knelt to suck and lick him clean and straightened my clothes.

We arrived at his home and his wife, naked as all slaves are in the home, opened the door to us, she stepped back a little so the door would close and knelt before him, mouth open, tongue levent escort out. She was in the standard sub/slave position, knelt, legs apart, arched back, hands on her knees palms up. Her hands had a nipple clamp in each of them.

He took them from her hand and tightened them on her, she squealed, then more tightening and another squeal, a third tightening for a scream. He tits had a reddish hue with faint stripes across each one. By her side were two more, less vicious looking clamps.

“I always tighten to the third squeal sara.”

I quickly stripped naked and joined her.

“Would you like your little puffy pink nipples clamping sara?”

“If it pleases you, yes Sir.”

And it did please him. His wife picked them up, brought my nipples to a peak, and a gentle shudder from below as a thank you, and just attached them, he soon had me on my third squeal.

“We may stripe your titties later sara.”

“If it pleases you Sir.”

His attention went to his wife, he wanked as he lifted her chin and slapped her face, both forehand and backhand, six or eight times, I saw it hurt as she had tears in her eyes and rolling down her face.

“We have to slap her sara, it keeps her concentrated on the job at hand, my pleasure, if her concentration fades, she gets double again and a few pussy kicks.”

“Would you like your face slapping when it`s your turn to suck?”

I did not know what to say so just bowed my head. I soon lifted it again as his foot caught me fully on my pussy lips and clit.

“Yes, please Sir, please slap my face so I concentrate.”

I too had tears. She had first dibs on his cock, after all it was hers and to be fair, she maslak escort waited for him to stop wanking then tongue out she took him straight in and soon down her throat.

“sara, put your hand on her throat and feel my cock working, I had her trained to take almost ten inches so I still have a lot of growing to do.”

He laughed as she gagged. He began to pull out and she grabbed his cock and wanked him as she offered it to me, then we took it in turns at his discretion. He would pull out, hand wank a bit and push in the next mouth.

She told me later sucking was not enough to keep him hard for fucking, so one of them wanked him in between, he preferred to do it himself. She also said he liked to wank seeing her play with herself, or watching a movie and she just swallowed his cum when he was ready. She felt the whole relationship for her was just perfect and just how her parents had brought up her and her brother.

My hand strayed between her legs and she soon followed suit and we sucked in turn and clitty wanked and fingered each other. It was as if a timed agreement was in place, we all had a rocketing cum together. As it was her cock; she cleaned him off.

“Did Marc call in and see you, Alice?”

“Yes Sir.”

“And I sucked and fucked him as your instructions.”

“Good girl, let`s go shower.”

Strange, I thought I had smelt Marc`s after shave as we came through the door. We went down a short corridor and on a table were a few photos of Mica, now it added up, it’s where Sir used to stay on his visits.

We went to a wet room on the ground floor and all sucked and licked each other. Brian got out and took the only towel on the rail and we dried him. Obviously, no more towels meant we would be spanked dry.

Once Alice was over his knee I saw the tell-tale signs of our community, a red bottom highlighting faint cane stripes, probably from her maintenance, I could not wait for my turn to go over his knee to show off Marc`s marks.

Tbc.

Daddy Brings An Assistant

Daddy unlocked her cage. She’d been inside for hours, her hips tied to the bars, keeping her in an all fours position and her blindfold was still on. Drool dribbled from her mouth as she felt her hip ties loosen. “Daddy has a surprise for you”. He smacked her ass which was her sign to start backing out the cage towards Daddy’s voice.

“Do you want to earn Daddy’s surprise?” She nods obediently, the drool shaking from her chin, now out the cage in her standard position of at rest on her knees, which are slightly spread so Daddy would have the best view.

She feels Daddy’s cock enter between the metal of her spider gag, and it thrusts down her throat, choking her. Daddy does not stop, fucking her until he works himself close, using his slave’s mouth as the object it is, pulling out and spreading his hot cum across her face. “You will sit there until it dries.” Still blindfolded and gagged all she can do is nod as her pussy drips onto the carpet.

She hears Daddy clicking away on his phone as she waits for his cum to dry on her skin. Finally, Daddy comes back over and rubs his finger across her face, before sliding his cock back into her open gagged mouth. “I bet you are wondering what the surprise is, eh slut?”. He asks, she can’t even nod as his hands are stuck deep in her hair as he thrusts into her throat.

Suddenly, she feels hands on her hips, lifting them up and moving her into an all fours position.

With Daddy’s cock in her mouth and his hands in her hair she has no idea who could be touching her.

The anonymous hands caress her butt and she moans in the delirious hot anticipation of it all. The stranger’s finger’s slide lube across her asshole, before slipping inside her. They thrust inside her, stretching her, before being withdrawn and something long and hard enters both her asshole and pussy as the same time. She is in complete shock as every hole of her is stuffed. She can’t stop but imagine how it must look for Daddy looking across her body to see a stranger buried so deep inside his slave’s holes.

She’s close to cumming but unable to ask for permission as Daddy fucks her face faster and harder, she tries her best to hold it in, clenching her pussy and is surprised when the stranger does not react at all. Despite her best efforts, it’s too much, and she cums hard moaning loudly against her Daddy’s cock.

The second she cums, the stranger withdraws from her pussy and ass before the sweet sensation of tongue is pressed against her pussy and clit. She’s close to cumming again, and she does just as Daddy shoots his load fındıkzade escort down her throat.

“It’s a good surprise, eh slut?” He asks of the bent over pathetic creature in front of him, dried cum on her face and a stranger sucking away at her pussy.

“It’s not over yet, slut. You’ll be better without this.” He unties the gag and removes it before grabbing her lead and leading her on all fours to kneel beside the bed. “Tongue out. Get to work”. He commands, before pushing her face towards something. Her tongue as her only guide, she presses against something soft, smooth but wet and a taste she recognises as being similar to her toys when she is cleaning them. It hits her, the stranger was not another man but a woman. A woman had been fucking her with dildos, making her cum so hard and then licking that cum clean out of her pussy and making her cum again. In the moment, she does not have time to think or consider as she can only obey her Daddy’s orders so she gets to work, licking and sucking this woman’s pussy and being rewarded as she gets wetter and wetter and her moans start to escalate.

“I thought you said it’s her first time licking pussy.” The unrecognisable woman’s voice fills the room.

“It is.” Her Daddy responds, and she’s aware he is standing right beside her, supervising her work.

“Well, she’s a natural.”

“She often is when it comes to anything involved with being a complete whore.” She could hear the pride in his voice and it spurs her on, focusing her attention on the clit, just how she loves it, sucking and flicking her tongue across it quickly. The woman’s moans intensify and she cums. “Well done, whore.” Daddy says. “But unfortunately, you came earlier twice without permission, so you do need to be punished for that.”

Grabbing her by her hair, Daddy drags his slave into the bathroom and the sound of heels clicking on the tiles confirmed that the Domme had followed and was watching the spectacle.

“Tell me whore, why do you exist?”

“To suffer for you, Daddy. You’ve broken me and all that matters is that I stay ruined forever for you, Daddy.”

He’s dragged her into the large shower cubicle, not that she is fully aware of this. “On your back, knees up, spread.” She assumed the commanded position, the cold floor causing her to gasp as it presses against her electrified skin. Her breathing is heavy with anticipation, regret for the stolen orgasms.

She can hear them whispering between them but could not work out was being said, as she remains laying in her vulnerable gülbağ escort exposed position. The sound of heels informed her the Domme was coming closer, when fabric was pushed between her lips, filling her mouth up. She used her tongue to try to identity what had been stuffed inside her mouth, realising from the taste of pussy that is must be the Domme’s underwear. As this realisation hit, so did a warm liquid splash across her face. She knew to remain perfectly still, as all she could do is on was not be waterboarded by the piss. She could hear Daddy laughing at the sight of his fucktoy beneath a woman squatting over her, pissing all over her face. So broken and compliant there is no resistance by his slave. He knows what she is absolutely desperate to hear but he also knows she hasn’t earned it, and she won’t hear it.

Once the Domme finished pissing all over the slut’s face, she grabs the piss soaked panties from her mouth and hands them to Daddy before sitting down atop the subs face. “Lick every drop of piss clean, now whore.” Immediately, the slave starts licking greedily at the Domme’s pussy as if she hadn’t had a drink in weeks.

Whilst doing this, she can feel Daddy touch her legs, manoeuvring them as he tries to put something on her. She realises that he is making her wear the piss soaked panties. They feel very tight once on and this humiliates her further, knowing the Domme must be skinnier in comparison to her. They’re already cold and damp against her pussy and the sensation of pure discomfort echoes through but she doesn’t let up, her focus remaining on cleaning the pussy above her.

“Get her up”. Daddy orders and she feels the Domme leap off her face, before pulling her up. She takes her hands, lifts them above her head until the toy is in a fully standing stretched position. Her hands are cuffed to something above her, she’s effectively forced to stand on tippy toes. The room is very silent and she now cannot tell where either her Daddy or the Domme is.

Then the sound, the sound that fills this slut with apprehension. It’s a truly recognisable sound that can only be created by a cane slashing sharply through the air. She has head it many times before, followed by the smack of skin.

“Why do you need to be punished, slut?”

“I came twice without permission, Daddy.”

“And punishment is the only way we learn and improve, right, slut?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Beg for it.” He commanded. This elicited a chuckle from the Domme.

For a moment, she was transported out, the humiliation halkalı escort coursing through her as her brain recognised the situation. Covered in piss, naked, restrained, a stranger she still hasn’t seen the face of watching her beg for pain so she can learn to be better for her Daddy.

“Please Daddy, I must be punished. Please teach me the lessons you know I need to learn. Please mark me, break me. I’m a stupid idiot and the only way I learn is by your hands, Daddy. I’m sorry Daddy.”

The second she finishes her sentence a sharp sting of metal cane hits across her breasts, landing directly on her overly sensitive nipples. She cries out.

“Count, bitch. Count and say more please Daddy.”

“One. More please Daddy.” The Domme is laughing. More hits follow, and she keeps counting and begging for more, as Daddy whacks the cane across her breasts, thighs, ass and up between her legs. Tears are forming as she’s not sure she can take much more, not that it matters as she has no safeword, no means of escape when it comes to Daddy’s power over her.

“Do you think you are redeemed slut?”

“Yes Daddy, my lesson is learned.”

He scoffs, slapping her as he says “not at all”. He whips the blindfold off and it takes a second for her eyes to adjust to the gleaming lights of the bathroom. She’s still chained up, naked, pissed on and now covered in a spiderweb of red lines and welts. Her eyes immediately move to answer the mystery of the Domme.

She was a beautiful woman, and the slut could not feel more embarrassed in comparison to this strong confident woman.

“You came twice without permission and not at my hands now you can watch Daddy cum twice and not at your hands.”

Daddy had her full attention as he said this and she could feel her stomach literally drop in shock and surprise as she realised she would have to watch him fuck the Domme in front of her. Jealousy and desperation soar through her, and for the first time all evening the struggles against her restraints were real.

Daddy’s cock is rock hard and his toy could not feel greater feelings of failure than in this moment. If she had a safeword she’d be screaming it as loud as she could when Daddy’s perfect cock entered the Domme. Listening to the sounds of the Domme’s pleasure from her Daddy’s cock caused the tears to flow and she wished so desperately that she could be the pussy that was causing Daddy to start to moan. She watches with unblinking eyes as Daddy thrusts and fucks the Domme, cumming hard all over her, cum that had always been reserved for his slave in the past.

*Round two will begin shortly slut. We will leave you there in your front row seat until it does.” Daddy says, smiling at his devastated slave, pleased the punishment he had concocted had been so effective. They both walk out leaving her alone, almost dreading their return.

Denise and Eileen Pt. 06

Denise and Eileen Neighbours Extraordinaire Pt. 6

Sunday morning came and so did Eileen as she lay in bed masturbating. She wondered if her errant boyfriend had pulled on his night out in his home town but decided that he wouldn’t easily find someone to indulge his submissive nature. But it wasn’t him who was prominent in her wanktasy. Neither was it her neighbour and her house boy, who she conceded was very cute.

When Denise had told her he had a really pretty seven inch cock, her cunt had instantly began to tingle and become wet. She was looking forward to getting to know him this afternoon, and spanking him as he licked his Mistresses cunt and also as he fucked her.

Denise’s description of one of their positions with her on her back and once his cock was in her he would manoeuvre his legs to put them on the outside of her hips, due of course to her injured hip, made Eileen think it would be an excellent position in which he could be spanked.

But still that didn’t take her to an earth shattering orgasm. However the thought of having the Viking with the enormous cock between her legs and in her mouth, then in her slave’s mouth and back in her cunt jackhammering her as her small cocked bf knelt at her side.

She came on his eight inch plus cock and then she came again as her slave shuffled between her legs and worshipped her. Of course in her bedroom worship meant licking the torrent of thick cum out of her and swallowing every last drop. Right now it was only a fantasy but she was determined to bring it to fruition.

As her second orgasm subsided she wondered if he, her slave that is, would do everything she ordered him to or if she would end up just playing with Denise and The Viking and possibly Daniel?

She mused at her options, but whatever the outcome, this afternoon would an entirely new experience, something she’d never seen: a couple fucking right in front of her.

She breathed heavily as she lay there wondering if Denise was doing the same on the other side of the wall, when the doorbell went. Eileen got up and wrapped her thick blue dressing gown around her and went to the door. She looked through the spy hole and saw a middle aged man holding a box. She unbolted the door and he held out the phone for her to scrawl her signature on the screen, which she had perfected even without glasses, and then handed over the box.

She took the box into the kitchen and opened the knife drawer. Three slices later and the box was open. There was paper packing in the top but underneath the contents made her eyes almost pop out of her head: In a cellophane bag was something made of black spandex. She ripped it open and held it up. It was a spandex mask, however there were only two holes: the neck and the mouth. It wasn’t really thick so she put her hand inside, stretched her fingers out and held it up to the light. It was a little translucent and she thought the wearer would still be able to see something, but not everything.

Next out of the box was a two inch wide dog collar. It wasn’t studded but there were three chromed rings. She delved further into the box but there was no leash.

What she found at the bottom was inside a plastic bag, which she ripped open. She removed the bag and set the item on the table: it was a dildo but unlike anything she had seen. At the cock end was a huge thick black cock. It had a nice bend to it, with bulging veins, a prominent foreskin behind the head which she though was a little oversized. She reached into the drawer and took out her one metre linen tape and measured the length of the cock. The Viking Voyeur evidently had between 8 and 9 inches, which was impressive at the end of the marine binoculars and when she measured the dildo from hilt to tip, top and bottom it was pretty much nine inches.

Beyond the hilt guard which was curved was a shorter dildo, it was really only a cock head, not as big as the other end and Eileen hoped she wouldn’t get the short end of the deal. Underneath that in the box was a black and red strap about eighteen inches long and then in the very bottom, underneath, a pair of stockings and some black fluffy handcuffs. She got her reading glasses to read the packet and was delighted to see that they were black fishnet lacetops, the lace was a deep pink and about five inches deep and laced at the back. They were gorgeous and Eileen had never had any quite like them before.

She put the packing back in the box and closed the lid at which point she noticed that the address said number 11 not number 10 and that the recipient was Denise not her! Why had the delivery man given her it when it didn’t even have her name on it? Maybe Denise had gone out early?

She was immediately aghast and packed the items back in. She couldn’t put the dildo back in the packet, so she discarded that. She picked up the box and went into her bedroom, pushed her feet in her furry slippers and headed for the door.

She took a deep breath and stepped onto the landing, crossed esenler escort over and rang Denise’s doorbell.

Maybe she had gone out and just as she was turning away she heard the click of her walking stick as she approached the door and hoped she didn’t hit her with it. Can you imagine how awkward it would have been if yesterday hadn’t happened?

The door opened and Eileen was immediately contrite and effusive apologies cascaded out. Denise just blinked at her non plussed then said “can we not do this on the landing?” and ushered her inside.

The mix up was explained and Denise took it rather better than Eileen thought she would and the box was again unpacked.

“When did you order this?” asked Eileen.

“Oh, last night after you left. Its next day delivery.”

“It fucking came quickly”

“Yes I did.” smirked Denise.

Denise delved into the box and held up the dildo and fished out the strap and threaded the cock through the hole.

“Hope I don’t end up with the short end of that!” joked Eileen.

“Darling, the long end is for you, or me for that matter. The short end goes in his mouth.”

Eileen’s eyes were wide open as Denise stood and walked behind her. She popped the cock head in her mouth with an “open wide” then fastened the strap behind her head and walked back in front of her.

“I think it’ll suit either of them to be honest.”

Eileen went to undo the strap behind her head but Denise said “uh oh, I think it needs testing.” She stood and took hold of the huge dildo and limped off to her bedroom leading Eileen.

“Strip” she ordered and Eileen shrugged the dressing gown from her body.

Denise was dressed in a short silky black nightie, very short and very skimpy.

“On your knees.”

Eileen sank to her knees and Denise sat on the edge of the bed then crooked her finger at the brunette.

As the dildo approached her crotch Denise reached down and spread her cunt lips then guided the head into her vagina, then grabbed a handful of curls and pulled her into her cunt until it was in her to the hilt.

“Fuck, that’s good, imagine if that was the Viking. Oh god THAT. IS. SO. FUCKING. GOOD.”

Eileen began to rock the dildo back and forth, with only an inch or so fucking her, but Denise began to pull and push her head back and forth.

“Deeper, harder, fuck me harder.”

With her free hand she reached down and began to wank her clit. Eileen could smell her cunt and it filled her head. She reached down and steadied herself on the bed with one hand then used her other hand to begin to masturbate.

Denise came first, her scream fracturing the relative silence of the last five minutes, the only sound being the squish of cunt juice as she was dildoed to an ever growing orgasm which, when it arrived, wracked her body. She stopped wanking and grabbed Eileen on both sides of her head, dragging her in up to the hilt. Eileen continued to wank herself her orgasm arriving a minute after Denise’s and she wavered on her knees until Denise let go and the long thick cock slurped from her sopping cunt. The two ladies were spent and Eileen loosened off the strap and removed the cock head from her mouth, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.

Denise sat up and smiled down at the young brunette.

“Now, a masked and collared slave wearing that mouth dildo, spanked and wanked til he’s nice and hard should really appreciate those amazing stockings, don’t you think?”

They both laughed at the thought but which house boy would be the lucky recipient?

Eileen stood and Denise reached out to take the dildo from her hand, turning it round and pointed it back at Eileen “I’d like you to lick it. Imagine it’s the Viking’s cock. I’m really looking forward to watching you suck it.”

“Yeah, I’m going to love watching you suck it too.”

“Oh no darling, I can’t possibly!”

“So I have to swallow the monster but you don’t? Hardly fair is it?”

“Eileen darling you have the lips for it. ” Denise sat upright and leaned towards her. She traced her finger around Eileen’s generous mouth before almost kissing her but instead said “You have a mouth that was just made to suck cock Eileen, I can’t wait to see a hard cock fucking your mouth. I once blew a West Indian cricketer behind the pavilion and he almost choked me! But just think of it pulsing in your mouth, mmm so delicious darling you’ll love it, especially after it’s been in my cunt.”

Eileen burst out laughing and conceded that she was going to be the cocksucker, well, until they decided which house boy would take over that particular duty that is.

“Go on, lick it. Lick my cum off it.” Eileen leaned forward and her tongue snaked up and down the length. As the cock head went in her mouth Denise leaned into her and licked up along the length of the cock towards Eileen’s generous lips wrapped as she savoured the monstrous cock head.

“Do you think he’ll go for the test?” said Denise.

Eileen’s escort etiler lips smacked as she sucked the end of the cockhead and finished off with a lick around the glans where there were traces of Denise’s cunt cream mixed with her own saliva.

“If he knows what’s good for him.”

“Maybe he’s content with wanking over the married couple along the street.”

“I’d love to watch them too, wouldn’t you?”

“Well, if he invites us over we’ll take the binoculars.”

More laughter and a deep passionate kiss followed and when they broke they looked longingly into each others eyes. “I want to watch him give you a good hard fucking.”

“Who, the Viking?”

“No, thats too far away. This afternoon, my slave’s coming over, then he’s going to come in you.”

Eileen closed her eyes and she momentarily became a little light headed at the thought.

“He isn’t as big as the Viking but I’m sure he’ll fuck you hard, once I get my nails in his arse cheeks.”

They parted to get on with the usual Sunday morning things and decided to firm up arrangements, once Eileen had gotten the train times from her own house boy.

Eileen went back to her flat and as the door shut she leaned back against it, closed her eyes and contemplated the last 24 hours and tried to think through how she would handle her boyfriend. Would she even need him once the Viking was on board? Well, he wouldn’t last long if he failed to obey her, then he could fuck off back to his football and his mates, and his mother’s fucking cooking. She giggled at the thought and headed to the bathroom. The hot shower was delicious and mused that perhaps she did need her boyfriend if only to wash her back and feet in the shower? She lifted her foot and lathered her cunt, picking up her slaves razor and shaved her cunt, leaving her landing strip, just shaving around it. She rinsed the shaving gel away and felt around her mound for any stray hairs. There was one or two and they were swiftly dealt with.

Once showered and dried she laid out her clothes for the day and also the evening. She loved the burgundy skirt and cashmere sweater but it wasn’t really practical for getting her cunt licked. She picked out another skirt, another burgundy leather skirt but this was much shorter, about mid thigh length which she liked to wear when showing off her amazonian thighs. Rather than the sweater she wanted something which could be elegantly unbuttoned either by her or Denise’s house boy. The Armani type silk blouse was perfect. Gold and green motifs, chains and flowers with a wide lighter green border down the buttoned front, collar and cuffs. Very classy, very her.

She picked out underwear a black push up bra and classic knickers. She held them up in front of her and decided to ditch the knickers, she wasn’t going to be wearing them long but the bra would certainly enhance what she had, not that she was well stacked. The silk blouse and burgundy skirt were classy editions and she pulled out matching burgundy high heels. All that she needed to add were the black fishnets which …..SHE HAD LEFT IN DENISE’S FLAT,

Damn, she was so distracted today, and that wasn’t helped by the doorbell ringing.

She looked through the spy hole and was surprised to see Denise standing there.

She flung the door open to find Denise holding the box delivered earlier, like a waiter with a platter.

“You forgot something.” she said handing over the box.

“If my head wasn’t screwed on…” replied Eileen taking the box.

“Can I ask a favour? “

“Yeah of course.”

“Can I borrow your shower?” asked Denise casually allowing her dressing gown to fall open giving Eileen a flash of her naked body.

Eileen stood aside and waved Denise inside.

“When Daniel isn’t around its really hard for me to get in and out of the bath.” she explained.

“That’s ok Denise, anytime you like as long as I can take a bath at yours.”

They laughed and hugged.

Denise took a long hot shower, during which time Eileen flung on some leisure wear, black yoga pants and a sweatshirt, and prepared cappuccino and crumpets.

Denise stepped out of the shower and looked for the towel. She smiled at the irony of Eileen having taken the towel as she had done to her the previous night, but Eileen opened the door and stepped towards her with a fluffy bath sheet held wide. Denise turned on her good heel and Eileen wrapped the towel around her shoulders.

Sat at the breakfast bar in the galley kitchen they discussed various topics, but they were all sex: large cocks, length v girth, flying cumshots, anal (neither was a fan), analingus (both loved it), face sitting v kneeling slave, threesomes (Denise 1 v Eileen 0), and dressing up sex (both keen to have their houseboys in mask and collar, but Eileen and surprisingly not Denise had put her sub in improvised masks made from a variety of laddered stockings.)

They parted and Eileen phoned her sub at fatih escort his mother’s to get his ETA at the train station, which was too late and was very strict in insisting he bring his trip ahead two hours.

Denise had told Daniel to arrive at three and just before twelve Eileen began to cook an amazing lamb broth which she planned to take over as an introductory ruse just after three.

Daniel arrived five minutes early and Eileen heard him on the stairs and slipped into the maroon lace top stockings, black platform bra, Armani style shirt and maroon leather mini skirt. She applied her make up and decided on vampish over housewife with the long faux diamond earrings. She sprayed on some perfume, not too much and decided on the tallest high heels she owned, black 4 inch high patent leather stilettos. She went into the kitchen and took the casserole from the oven in oven gloves and placed it on a tray, before going to the front door, opening it and going back for the casserole. Closing the door with her foot was her at her most ungainly, it must be said, but she managed to push the door bell, turned her back and waited….and waited.

Inside Daniel had arrived and Denise had merely pointed to the box room. He went inside and stripped. His freshly shaven cock and balls felt cool against the pink knickers she had laid out for him.

He folded his clothes, slip open the door and stepped into the hall. Denise’s bedroom door was shut and he stepped forward and knocked on the door.

“Come.” Her usually command to enter.

Daniel opened the door to see Denise sat at her dressing table dressed in a black satin negligee. Daniel stepped closer and asked “excuse me Miss Denise, may I serve you today?”

He was surprised to see her in sleep wear in mid afternoon but as he got closer he could smell her perfume and the cleanliness of her fair hair. She picked up the hairbrush off the dressing table and held it over her shoulder towards him. He took the brush and very gently began to brush her shoulder length hair.

Just as he wondered how long he would be brushing the doorbell rang. He looked at her in the mirror.

“I wonder who that can be?” she said a wicked smile spreading over her smirking lips, and when he didn’t move she snapped “Go on then, get the door!”

“But Mistress…” he began but didn’t get any further into his excuse as she cut him off.

“GET THE FUCKING DOOR SLUT!” she shouted at him.

Daniel put the brush down and turned to hurry out of the bedroom. He reached the door and looked through the spy hole then ran back to Denise.

“Mistress, it’s your neighbour, the brunette!”

“The brunette? I’m sure she wont be happy to called that.”

There was a pregnant pause of perhaps three seconds before Denise spun around and pointed to the door “Get the door, do not keep my guest waiting any longer!”

Daniel blinked at the knowledge that the tall brunette was expected, and was her guest and he hurried off to open the door. He opened it and hid behind it thinking she, he didn’t even know her name, and even if he did what should he call her? would walk in. Several seconds went by and he coughed then peeked around the door. The brunette stood with her back to him and he said “Please come in Miss.”

She turned and he instantly felt his cock tingle, she looked gorgeous, far from the bedraggled look she had last night on the stairs. He looked down and saw the pot in her hands and he took it from her and indicated the living room. He turned and as she passed shut the door with his foot before pushing it firmly closed. He put the pot on the stove, but down the oven gloves and headed back towards the bedroom. They weren’t there and he diverted off to the living room but the door was shut. He knocked gently and again heard Denise say “Come.”

On opening the door he almost did come but his cock immediately became hard as he saw the brunette standing in front of the seated Denise, whose hand was definitely up her short leather skirt. Denise turned to him and smiled at him, without acknowledging what she was doing and said “White wine.”

He returned with the white wine on the silver tray and offered a glass to her guest then to her. They were now sat, Eileen on the large easy chair, Denise on the sofa.

After serving the drinks he went behind the sofa and knelt between them, put his hands behind his back and bowed his head.

For all of ten minutes he was completely ignored other than both of them holding their glasses out for him to hold between sips.

Denise took her glass from Daniel and indicated Eileen should do the same. The conversation was steered round to sex and then Denise asked Eileen about her often and how hard she thinks Daniel should be spanked. Daniel’s breathing became a little ragged, even more so when they drained their glasses held them out for him to take and Denise ordered him to take them and refill them. He stood up walked behind the sofa and went back to the kitchen to refill.

When he got back Denise was leaning back having shuffled her bottom forward, her legs open and the long black negligee pulled to one side.

“Serve my guest!” she snapped. Daniel held out the glass for Eileen which she took, sipped and put on the side table.

Daddy’s Little Switch Ch. 03

A/N: Hello there loveeesss!!!! This chapter was so massive that I currently have it split into two chapters. I hope you all are enjoying the story of Amani and Gage as much as I am enjoying telling it. Those of you that are new here, Welcome, Hi, Nice to meet you. Yes, they are real.

To my die hards, I love you. Keep emailing me, you all bring me so much joy. You know that with a girl who loves deep penetration you are going to get a lot of fucking but also some deep, deep, introspection and characters with a story to tell. Without further ado, let’s start with a fuck.

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“Oooh fuuuuuuuck Gaaaaaage.” Amani moaned as she rode Gage’s dick in reverse cowgirl. After fucking her for most of the night, Gage had awoken Amani with a sensual massage that paid careful attention to her most sensitive areas with his mouth.

Once she was fully awake, he was relentless. Shoving his cock into her mouth and face fucking her as she moaned around his dick and gasped for air.

As he pumped in and out of Amani’s warm mouth, she bucked and fucked herself against two of his fingers.

Before either of them could come, Gage laid down and made Amani assume their current position.

They had started off with a slow grind. Gage’s legs were closed in between Amani’s. She leaned forward, belly flat over his legs, like wading out on a surfboard, as she moved her ass and hips up and down on his dick. Fucking herself, she pumped forward and back.

“That’s right baby.” Gage said and slapped Amani on the ass. From Gage’s view he could see Amani’s pussy opening wider each time she round down to the base of his dick. Gage watched as Amani’s juices not only coated his dick but began trailing down to his balls.

“Fuck you’re so wet, Amani.” Gage said as he rubbed Amani’s anus with his thumb. Amani moaned in response, continuing to fuck herself on his dick and trying to push his thumb into her ass.

Gage gave her what she wanted. “Uuuuhk.” Amani moaned as he pushed a little of his thumb into her ass. She tried to sit up and change the stroke so that he would go deeper into her and Gage pushed her back over his legs.

“When are you going to let me fuck this little hole?” Gage asked as he pushed deeper into her ass with his thumb.

Amani whimpered in pleasure, resuming her positioning and the slow languid strokes. Upppp, dooowwn, uuuuuup, doooown.

Amani’s moans got louder and so did Gage’s groans as the pleasure increased. He pulled her up into a sitting position and pinched her nipples while pulling her down on his cock.

He spread Amani wider. As she bounced down on his cock, he met her thrust for thrust, pushing his hips into her.

Arching her back over his body, Amani braced herself on the bed as she pushed into Gage. Gage grabbed her hips, fucking deeper into her pussy.

“Yes…Yess…Right there, Yes….” Amani moaned as Gage fucked her pussy hard.

She squeezed the hand on her nipple making it pinch her as she felt the beginning of her orgasm.

“Fuck….Fuck…Gage…I’m coming, fuck…fuuuucccccck.” She moaned. As she came Gage grunted and gripped her hips harder as his own orgasm released.

“Shit.” He said as Amani sat forward.

Giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, Gage pulled out of her and disposed of the condom. They both took a quick shower and then got back in bed.

It was 7am and although neither of them was ready for their night to end, Amani knew she would need to leave in a few hours or Celia would rally a search party.

As they caressed and kissed each other, not saying a word, Amani tried her best to dispel the thought that this would be nice to have when she went back to Maryland.

This is a fling Amani, this is a fling! She told herself. Another part of her brain answered back, “Yea, but what if it wasn’t? Maybe they could be friends with benefits?”

Gage must have been having the same internal discussion because he interrupted her thoughts and said, “I know you said this was a one week, while we are on vacation thing, but I’m open to more.”

“Interesting.” Amani said noncommittally as she continued to stroke his back.

“I’ve been testing you all weekend and we are very sexually compatible.” Gage began.

“Testing me…really?” Amani said and rolled her eyes. She was very straight forward and hated when people played childish games.

“I like sex and relationships a certain way and I think you would enjoy it too. Have you ever heard of bdsm?” Gage questioned.

“I have.” Amani said thinking over what they had shared and what he could be getting at. Amani had always liked the idea of handcuffs in bed and getting spanked. She also had a toy collection at home but she didn’t think that’s what he meant.

Looking into his eyes, she sat up and asked, “What do you mean?”

“I would like to engage in an exclusive relationship with you. It will take time for us to learn each other and get fully comfortable but I would like to work toward a master/slave relationship.” Gage said.

“Slave? Chile.” Amani said getting off the bed.

“Amani!” bağcılar escort Gage said her name sharply.

“Slave? I know you don’t mean what I think you mean sooo I need you to elaborate.” Amani said in a huff.

Before he could explain, she interrupted him and said, “Do you mean that I will have to ask you to do everything and wait on your beck and call like a servant?” She crossed her arms, pushing her naked breasts higher.

She did not like the idea of being completely subservient to anyone. Who was Gage to deserve that from her? They were just fucking! Yes she had a crush on him and ok, if she was dating him she would do things for him and take care of him, but giving him complete control of her life…?

She chewed her bottom lip as she continued to ponder. She held up her hand to stall Gage from talking as she began to pace and think.

Maybe she had jumped the gun a little with her abrupt reaction. The thought of giving anyone control over her was a boundary. She was fiercely independent.

As she continued to pace and process what he said and what she knew, she knew she needed to analyze this logically, piece by piece like a science experiment and weigh the options. She also needed to apologize and hear what he had to say.

Taking a deep breath, she exhaled and said, “I apologize for my abrupt reaction. Please continue, I won’t interrupt again unless I have a question.”

“Ok.” Gage said with a nod.

“To answer your earlier question, I would have strict rules for my slave, yes.” Gage said getting off the bed and standing before her.

Placing her hand on his cock he continued, “I would tell my slave what she could eat and drink. She would follow a fitness regimen, carry herself a certain way in public, and wear the outfits I choose down to the polish on her nails and toes.”

He opened his legs wider as she distractedly began stroking his cock. “She would also be expected to keep things tidy but I will as well. I like things neat and in order at all times. She will never address other men in my company unless they are family or authority figures. Same goes for other men being allowed to touch her.”

Amani bit her lip and tried to concentrate on his words as she got turned on by his actions. She had just had Gage all night long and with a simple touch, she was on fire again. Damn, that dry spell!

As he slowly fucked himself into her hand he said, “Lastly, she would be allowed to continue to work if she so chooses but I will provide everything she needs.”

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and caressing her cheek he said, “There is no, no.”

He moved away then to sit on the bed. Legs spread and dick jutting to the sky.

Amani wet her lips as she tried to process and run back what he said in her mind. Her legs twitched with the need to get on her knees and put that delicious cock into her mouth.

Shit! Concentrate Amani! She thought.

“So, (wets lips), you get to tell me what to do and how to do it and in turn, I can ask for anything?” Amani asked.

“Anything.” Gage responded.

Tilting her head to the side, they stared into each other’s eyes. That sounded simple enough, but she was not used to people delivering on any promises except limitedly in her professional career.

“I have been looking at the Lucid Air.” Amani tested, looking into his eyes in challenge.

“Dream or Touring?” Gage asked, stroking her cheek as she moved into his space.

“Dream.” Amani said stepping closer into his embrace.

“Done.” Gage said pulling her into a kiss. “As long as you are a good girl, you can have anything you ask for.”

He fucked her slowly then and when they both came together it was like the sealing of a deal.

Amani left Gage’s hotel room an hour later. Her pussy lips blissfully sore from all of the fucking but a lot on her mind.

As she drove to get her mother’s favorite breakfast and head to her home, she tried to process what Gage was offering.

Like anything she was interested in, she decided she would start with some research.

She needed to know more about Bdsm if she was going to do it correctly.

She also needed to know if this was something that she was really interested in. The idea of being that trusting and vulnerable with another person was kinda scary.

She liked the idea of fucking Gage. He was correct, their sexual chemistry could spark fires in Alaska.

However, as a self-supporting woman, it was difficult to get behind the idea of someone taking care of her and of her having to take care of someone else. She was always generous with her partners in relationships. Naturally she believed in doing for the people she cared about. The idea of being forced to comply tho…not so much. Would submitting to Gage cause her to lose herself. Would she be less of who she was by giving all to him? Could she trust Gage?

Gage had tested her this weekend and apparently, she had passed. She knew she could fuck but there must have been other qualities that he thought were compatible with escort bahçelievler his lifestyle as well. Hmmm…she thought. He had tested her but now she needed to test him. If she was going to attempt to give herself to Gage completely, she needed to know that he was dependable and could take care of her.

As she parked in her mother’s driveway, she decided to send him a text.

Amani: I am thinking about your proposal.

Gage: I expected nothing less.

Amani: In order for me to think about doing this, I need to see that you are someone that I can depend on and trust.

Gage: Sounds reasonable.

Amani: When we get back to Maryland…we can try to do this on a trial basis. I think that will give us both and idea if this will truly work and allow me to get more comfortable with the situation.

Gage: How about we start tomorrow night? It’s New Year’s Eve. They are having a party at the casino hotel where I am staying. We can discuss more at dinner.

Amani: Ok. See you then.

Gage: Wear red.

She smiled as she got out of the car and headed into her mother’s house. There was no time to start like the present. Sink or swim.

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When Amani had arrived in the house that morning, Celia was in great spirits.

She munched on her breakfast as she chattered about her tv shows from the previous night.

“You know we need to be at church by noon for the luncheon.” Celia said around a bite of her omelette.

“Momma, do we have to go?” Amani said in exasperation. “You are eating now, there’s no way you are going to be hungry again by 12.”

“Girl!” Celia said and tsk her lips. “I’m making the potato salad. You know pastor loves my potato salad. And besides, you set up all those decorations. Now I know you got plans and won’t be there tomorrow tonight, the least you can do is show up at the luncheon with your mother.”

Amani rolled her eyes.

“Girl, don’t be cutting your eyes at me.” Celia said. Amani rolled her eyes again.

She really had no desire to go to a church luncheon. She knew it was not going to start on time and she had things to do before her date with Gage. She needed to find something red to wear.

“Mom, I have plans today and I need to find an outfit to wear. I will pop in, say hello and drop you off.” Amani said standing her ground.

“Ok baby, I’m sure I can get a ride back with someone. I’m just so proud of my baby. Coming to see me. Ms. Independent. Thank you for bringing me breakfast.” Celia said as she got up to go get ready.

Amani rolled her eyes in exasperation. Her mother was a damn mess. A damn needy mess. A damn needy lonely mess.

Amani and her mother were like oil and water most of the time but she tried to show her some compassion. Celia had been married to her husband for 25 years before he passed. When her father John had passed, her mother said she lost her best friend. Amani could not imagine that. Loving someone so deeply that when they passed away, she was lost.

That was a Hard Pass and a part of why Amani was single.

With Amani being her only child, she was all Celia had left. She knew why her mother had the quirks she had, didn’t mean she had to like it. She would try to visit more and spend more time with her mother Amani thought begrudgingly as she went to change.

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Amani’s plan was simple. She would drop her mother off, stay long enough to eat her plate and then make her excuses so that she could leave and go shopping for the dress. That was her plan.

After getting in line and making her plate, she sat down at the table closest to the door. Before getting in line, she had spoken to everyone and made sure her mother was well occupied with her friends.

Perfect Amani thought. Internally rubbing her hands together in glee.

When she began eating her food, she nearly dropped her fork when she heard her name being called.

“Amani!” Desiree called and waved Amani over.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Amani thought as she plastered a fake smile on her face.

She knew those shoulders. She had just gripped those damn shoulders. Fuck! Not the parents! Amani thought with an internal grimace.

Standing next to Desiree with his own plate of food was none other than Amani’s fuck buddy and Desiree’s son, Gage.

Gage’s smile grew wider, more teasing as Amani stood before them.

“Your mother told me that you have to run after you leave here, but we really need your SUV to finish getting ready for the celebration.” Desiree began.

“Yes ma’am, I do, I…”Amani started but was cut off.

“Yes, yes young people stuff. My son here has graciously offered to be your taxi so that we can borrow your car. He doesn’t have anything to do anyway. You all are young and New Year’s is a day away, find something to do.” She said waving her hands dismissively after she patted her son on the cheek.

Joining the group and hooking her arm in her daughter’s, Celia said, “That was nice of him, wasn’t it Amani.”

“It was something.” Amani said continuing to fake bakırköy escort smile. Gage smirked.

“Yall go on now.” Desiree said kissing her son’s cheek and then shooing them away so that she could talk to Celia.

As they walked back to her table, Amani said, “Manipulative, Cunning…”

“Opportunistic is the word I believe you are looking for.” Gage said with a laugh.

“Meh meh meh meh.” Amani said mocking him.

“Well at least you can help me pick out my outfit.” Amani said after a while.

“I planned on it.” Gage responded.

“So…training begins now?” Amani asked.

“Training begins now.” He said in response.

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When they arrived at the boutique, Amani excitedly tried to exit the car. She loved shopping. She especially loved being back in her hometown and loading up on Detroit gear. As she turned her body and put her hand on the door, Gage stayed her with a hand on her thigh.

He slowly, purposefully swung out of the driver’s seat and walked over to the passenger side of the car. Amani blushed at the gentlemanly gesture as he opened her door.

“Thank you.” Amani said, placing her hand in his and stepping out of the car.

“You are most welcome.” Gage said continuing to hold her hand possessively and walked side by side to the boutique.

Gage opened the door for her and Amani excitedly bounced from rack to rack.

Amani loved shopping but she was what she called an efficient shopper. She did not hunt for an outfit. She looked over the racks with a keen eye. If a color, cut or pattern spoke to her, she investigated, otherwise she kept it moving and would go to another part of the store or another store entirely.

This boutique had lingerie and accessories on the left-hand side of the store and shoes and clothing on the right-hand side.

She went right and Gage sat on a bench as he watched her look over dress after dress.

Gage wanted red, Amani thought as she bit her lip. So, she picked out a red one shoulder peek a boo dress that had a swoosh opening over her breasts and the sides of her stomach. It was midi length. She also picked out a dazzling white long sleeve floor length dress that had gold accents at the cuff and neck and was backless as well as a tight black mini dress with spaghetti straps.

She didn’t really need any heels but there were two that stood out to her that she just had to get. The first pair would go perfect with the red dress. There was a clear strap across the toes and the strap that wound up the legs was red ribbon that could be tied in a bow. The second was a pair of semi pointy black t strap high heels. She felt a pulse in her pussy looking at the black heels.

Perfect timing, she thought. She had been looking for a pair of sexy t strap heels to pair with fishnet stockings and lingerie. She hadn’t had anyone to wear them for before, but now she did, she thought with a smirk.

She had been so deep in thought, that she did not notice that Gage had left his position on the bench.

As she started to walk to the lingerie section, he geared her toward the counter. He had a handful of items, reds, greens, purple and white.

They placed the items on the counter and waited as the cashier scanned and placed each item in boxes and then in a paper bag.

When she was finished, the cashier said, “653.17, is the total, will you be paying with cash or card today.”

“Card.” Amani said and began digging in her purse for her credit card.

Gage, chuckled and looked at Amani expectantly as she held her credit in her hand at her waist.

Arching his eyebrow, he folded his arms and continued to stare at her.

Amani put her card back into her wallet and stepped back out of his way.

Gage, smiled at the cashier politely and said, “653.17, you said?”

“Yes, sir.” She replied, dazzled by Gage’s smile.

Uh huh. Look and admire because that’s all you will ever be able to do. Amani thought. Although she had been lightly chastised that wouldn’t stop her from correcting this woman and putting her in her place. Gage was hers.

Wait, was he hers?

I guess, he is, she thought with a smile as Gage finished paying for the items and grabbed the two bags filled with her items.

He gave her a look to stay on the sidewalk as he placed her bags in the trunk of his car. He then opened her passenger door again, closed it once she got inside and then got in himself.

As they drove in silence, Amani clenched and unclenched her hands, processing her feelings.

“Thank you.” She said after a while.

Instead of answering, Gage grabbed and kiss her hand.

10 minutes later, Amani gasped in shock as Gage pulled in the driveway of her mother’s home.

“How…when…what?” Amani stuttered.

How the fuck did he know where her mother lived.

She didn’t ask a question, so Gage didn’t feel the need to answer one. “Go pack a bag. You’ll be staying with me for the next few days.”

“Bossy, Bossy.” Amani mocked. Something about the way he gave her orders made her pussy wet. In her professionally life she would damned if she let a man command her around but with Gage…mmph she thought as she rubbed her thighs together and reached for the car door. With Gage, she was ready to devour him. He could command her to suck his dick in a crowded room and she would happily get on her knees for him.

College Struggles Pt. 01

“Hey bro!” heard from behind my back. It was Denis, my college roommate. He was walking towards me with his friend. Kris I think. We were at a party a few weeks back. They both approached me and sat next to me on a bench. I was working on my economy assignment so I closed my laptop and started to chat with them.

Few minutes in, Dennis asked me “Hey, do you remember last Wednesday when I left for work and you were alone in our flat?”

“I do,” I replied.

“Well…” he continued. “I forgot my phone and went back to grab it. You had to take a leak or something, because you were not there. But your laptop was, with some pictures of yours.”

Fuck. I started blushing and got nervous. They were both watching me with a gleeful smile.

“I copied those pictures” he continued when I was rendered speechless. “And if you don’t want to find it anonymously leaked on the campus Facebook, you better have this on when you get home in the evening.”. Then he gave me a plastic bag with a box inside.

“D-Denis..” kağıthane escort I stuttered. But before I had a chance to talk myself out of it, both him and Kris stood up and left. I heard them laughing when they turned the corner.

My heart was beating fast and I was kinda panicking. I took the box out of the bag and opened it. There was a metal chastity cage inside. Exactly the same as I had in the picture they copied from my computer. There was a small, opened padlock, but no key.

I left for my lectures, but could not really focus on listening. My mind was always drifting towards the black box in my backpack. I got hard several times during the day. It was one of my fantasies getting real. Apart from that, I definitely did not want the entire campus to see my naked photo with my dick locked in a cage. I didn’t have many options. And I needed to get home at some point, where Denis would be waiting.

It was getting dark and I was on my fifth round around the park, trying levent escort to think. Fuck, fuck, fuck!! I thought to myself, went to the campus restrooms and closed myself in one of the stalls.I pulled the chastity out of its box and put it on my dick. I was so nervous I didn’t even get hard, so it was less of a struggle than I anticipated. With deep breath and soft “click” I secured the padlock in its place.

“Hey” said Denis when he saw me locking the front door. Not acting any differently. I just greeted him back and went straight to my room.

I was just lying on my bed about an hour later when the doors from my room opened and Denis walked in. “Hey! Can you fucking knock?!” I shouted. He just looked at me and said calmly “Stand up, now”. I was a little shocked but obeyed.

He approached me and put his hand on my dick. He was visibly pleased that he felt hard metal instead of my soft dick.

“Good bitch” he said and slapped me on my face. Not too hard but I definitely felt maslak escort that. I didn’t dare to complain. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small key.

“This here says I don’t need to knock” he laughed. “Rules in this house change boy. From now on I can walk in anytime I want and when I do so, you will drop anything you are doing and report for inspection. Just like now. Understood?”

I just nodded and looked at the ground.

“Good. If you want this key back, you will do as I say for the next week. If I am satisfied you will be unlocked. If not, you will stay locked for another week.”. The tone of his voice changed, he sounded cold and cruel. But he wasn’t done. “The second key from your dick has Kris. So the same rules apply to him too. If you feel like he is stepping over the line, you will come to me. However if he decides that you stay locked, I won’t overrule him. So you better please him too.”

When he was done talking he put the key back to his pocket and left the room. Before he closed the door he looked at me and smiled as he saw my giant bulge. My raging hard dick struggling against the cage.

When he closed the door I fell on the bed behind me and grabbed the chastity. I was trying to relieve myself, but it was no use… The cage was doing a good job.

Cuckold Gets His Nipples Pierced

I am a cis-man and have been happily married to my mistress and owner, Mistress Pam, for 5 years. For as long as I can remember, I have been her sexually submissive partner. What initially began as light rope bondage and the occasional nipple clamps soon turned into butt plugs and strap ons. I have willingly given in to her desires and made myself available for her.

Till one day, when she told me that she wants to turn me into a cuckold. She said that riding on my slut cock did not satisfy her enough. She needed a cock from a strong and powerful man.

Even though my mind said no, my cock said yes. I could feel it grow inside my pants and Mistress saw it too. She did not wait for a verbal answer from me, she knew my response. This story is of one such cuckolding experience.

I have always had very sensitive nipples and Mistress had soon found out. She always begins playing with me by pinching my nipples and pulling at them. If I am ever unable to get my cock hard, all she has to do is pinch them or put clamps on them. I am soon rock hard for her. But then, my slave cock is of little use to her.

One day, while she was playing with my nipples while locking my cock in a chastity lock, she said “I want to pierce your nipples and have rings on them. I can hang weights from them and pull at them to punish you.”

The very thought of having needles through my nipples gave me a hollow feeling of dread and inexplicable excitement. Dread from the pain yet the sheer excitement of looking like an absolute slut with pierced nipples. I have seen so many fellow man sluts with pierced nipples and have always envied how slutty they look.

“Yes Mistress, I will like to get my nipples pierced for you. Do you want to talk to someone who can do it?”

Mistress always appreciates my eagerness to serve and be a slave. She asked me to spread my chest open and clicked a photo of my nipples. She then went on to Instagram and pinged renowned body piercer, Jason. She introduced herself and sent my photo to ask if her slut boy’s nipples can be pierced.

“Easily. When do you want to get it done?”

Prompt came the reply from Jason. Mistress was very impressed with his quick response and also from the many positive testimonials from his clients. He also said that he’s going out of town next week so this weekend is the last time he’s going to be in town for 2 months. Mistress did not wish to waste much time and booked a slot for Saturday afternoon.

“It’s done. I can’t wait for Saturday!”

She said with a grin. My legs had begun shaking with fear and anticipation by then. She wasted no time to flog me into submission and fuck my ass with her strap on. She does know how to keep a slut in its place.

On Saturday, we got ready to leave. I am not allowed to wear underwear anymore so Mistress puts into a cock cage when we go out. She also proudly wears the key to my manhood in a chain around her neck for everyone to see. Whenever anyone asks why she has a key around her neck, I am filled with shame yet my cock goes hard in my cage making me flinch. Mistress does say that she’s unhappy with how I have little control over my manhood.

The cab comes and we leave. I am wearing a loose shirt as Jason has instructed. It would help once my nipples are pierced and sore. Mistress, though, is unusually well dressed. She’s wearing a black revealing dress with fishnet stockings on her long legs. She has her dark brown lipstick on which she loves and her finger nails are painted a bright green. I have my suspicions but I keep my mouth shut. She doesn’t like it when I talk too much in public.

We travel for half an hour and I notice we are headed towards a residential area instead of somewhere a piercing parlour should ideally be located at. Mistress notices my confused look and smirks.

“What do you think is happening?”

“Are we going to his house?”

“Yes, he has agreed to a special request. He is going to accept his payment for the job in kind.”

The meaning was pretty clear. My wife was going to pay a body piercer to pierce my nipples by having sex with him. As a cuck, I could not imagine a bigger form of humiliation and turn on.

We reached and Mistress walked up to his door, me trailing behind like a pup. I watched her curvaceous body strut ahead of me. I could not help but imagine how Jason will enjoy fucking her and how I can’t remember the last time I was even allowed to touch her.

Mistress rang the doorbell and Jason opened up almost immediately. I knew from his photos that he was well built but he looked huge up close. esenler escort He wears his hair in a dreadlock and his well built arms are covered in tattoos. I just knew that Mistress would love to be pounded by him.

He greeted Mistress with a smile and hugged her and ushered her in without so much as looking at me. I knew Mistress had asked him to not even acknowledge me. She asks all her bulls to do this and I know it’s to remind me of my place in her life. I followed her inside with my eyes lowered to the floor.

“So, are we excited about this?”

“Yes! I can’t wait for you to mark him for me. I have waited so long for some sort of a mark on him and could never figure out what we should do. Thank you so much for helping me out with this.”

“No problem. Let’s go over to my studio and choose the jewellery first. Then we can go ahead with the procedure.”

I meekly started walking behind them to a room which Jason has turned into his workspace. It had a steel bed for the clients to lie down on and an elaborate setup of equipments. He brought us over to a table where he had laid down some jewellery.

“First things first, do you want me to pierce him horizontally or vertically?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I want him to wear rings on his nipples so I can tie weights to them and pull them during play. So I guess I’d like it to be horizontal.”

“Well, we can’t put rings right away. The piercings need to heal and healing time can be anywhere between 2-6 months depending on how careful your boy is with them. We can do a jewellery upgrade once they are healed.”

“Do you hear that slut boy? You need to be careful with those slutty nipples of yours. No playing with them for 6 months. And why are you still in your clothes?”

Mistress gave me a stare which I get when I know I have fucked up. I should have stripped and made myself ready the moment we walked in. Now she will punish me for this. I quickly got undressed and started neatly folding my clothes into a pile.

“Your boy is quite the slut”, laughed Jason as he went about preparing his work station. “I’m gonna do it horizontally since you want to play with them later on. And I suggest we go ahead with these titanium horizontal bars as they heal fast.”

“Whatever you say, you’re the boss here” grinned Mistress as she started taking things out of her bag. She brought out her flogger, ropes and her strapon. My slut cock flinched inside the cock cage.

“Jason, before you go ahead. Let me help you by prepping your meat for you.”

I was standing stark naked in front of them, hands behind my back. I got a rush of excitement at the humiliation of it. Me standing naked in front of my Mistress and her bull while they went about preparing on how to mark my body and have sex in front of me afterwards. This is cuckold paradise, I thought to myself.

“Go and lie on that stretcher, slut boy” barked Mistress.

I knew that I would be punished for not taking my clothes off without being instructed to. I did not wish to further my torment so I started crawling towards it.

Jason and Mistress both started laughing out loud.

“Does he really enjoy being such a slut?”

“You have no idea how badly”

Mistress quickly tied my hands to the side and legs together and started flogging my chest.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you can’t wear clothes in front of my friends!”

“I am sorry Mistress. Thank you for punishing me.”

She kept flogging me till my chest started burning. Meanwhile, Jason was ready to get started.

“Slut boy, beg my friend to pierce your slut nipples.”

My heart began pounding fast. My cock was ready to burst out of it’s cage and I could feel was oozing with precum.

“Sir, please pierce both of my nipples. I beg you to pierce them.”

“Why slut boy?” Mistress screamed at me and flogged me five more times.

“So that Mistress can play with them. Please Sir, pierce my nipples so that Mistress can hang weights from them.”

“And how are we going to pay for this, slut? Mistress came up to my face and said this with a menacing glance.

“By.. by having sex with my Mistress. Please Sir, pierce my nipples. You can have sex with Mistress in front of me as payment. Thank you Mistress for making me get nipple piercings and making me watch you having sex with Sir.”

Mistress could not stop laughing at my slutiness.

“You might want to gag him, he will scream for sure.”

Mistress did not wait long and quickly gagged my mouth. This is it, there’s no going escort etiler back from this. Not that I ever had a chance of going back. Jason came up to my left nipple first and pinched it with his forceps. I could sense my cock revolting down there. All I could do is stare at the ceiling while he went about. Once he had a grip, he said “Take a deep breath, boy” and pushed a steel needle through my nipple.

Had I not been tied down, I would have jumped out. I knew it would hurt me but I had never imagined this sharp a pain before. My eyes watered immediately and I let out a cry through my gag.

“Told you he is gonna scream” remarked Jason while he went about putting the jewellery in. By then, the pain had numbed all my senses. I could not hear much and I definitely did not want to get my other nipple pierced. But choice is something I had forfeited long long ago.

Mistress came up to me and started slapping me hard. “You are fucking embarrassing me in front of him. Why are you such a pussy? Why the fuck are you crying?”

I tried to calm myself through breathing but the pain in my left nipple had started spreading across my chest. Before I could realise, Jason had already gripped my right nipple and pushed another needle in.

It hurt so bad that I thought I would faint but I knew that if I do that Mistress will never forgive me. I stayed conscious. Conscious of a mind-boggling pain, conscious that Mistress has marked my body.

“Well, that was quick. You really are star Jason, no wonder you are such a celeb these days.”

“And I don’t come cheap either” smirked Jason.

“Of course. I mean, I am so glad that you agreed to do this. Getting him pierced was just another excuse to make him take pain. Ever since we spoke about it, I have not been able to shake my mind off it. I am so glad you agreed to take payment in kind. But first, let’s make slut boy see what you have done to him.”

Mistress untied me, grabbed me by my hair and hauled me across the room to the big mirror. I was still dizzy and my nipples were hurting beyond belief. When I saw myself in the mirror, I could not believe my eyes.

My slender hairless body stood there, Mistress clutching my hair, ball gag in mouth. My chest was red and in each nipple was one horizontal metal bar, shining bright. I could not help but admit that I looked very slutty. Mistress looked at my body as a proud owner looks at her possession, Jason looked at me in pride with his creation. I was now a slut who will be forced to watch his Mistress fuck the man who pierced my nipples.

Mistress made me kneel down in a corner and went about sifting through her toys now, wondering what to punish me with. Jason went up behind her and grabbed her ass. My face went red and hot with humiliation as he started fondling her ass and passionately kissed her. Mistress turned around and kissed him back with vigour. She ran her hands all over his groin and he now grabbed her boobs. I can’t remember how it feels to touch a boob anymore. Mistress touched the huge bulge on his pants and slowly unzipped it. I could see Jason get excited. Fuck, even my cuck cock was excited.

“Boy, you know what to do. You need to help Jason get hard for me. Crawl over.”

I am not allowed to have a lot of sexual activity but sucking my Mistress’ bulls’ cock is still one of the things I am allowed. I eagerly crawled over and kneeled in between them.

Mistress pulled out his cock and it was now hanging in front of my face. I was astonished to see the size of it. Even though it was not fully hard it was still bigger than my cock, had it been allowed to go fully hard.

“Stop wasting our time and get on with it” Mistress ordered me while still passionately making out with Jason. He had now pulled out her boobs and started sucking on her nipples hard.

I took his big cock in my mouth and started sucking it slowly. I can’t lie, I love sucking cock and I felt like pinching my nipples while doing it. But I knew I had to keep my hands off them if I wanted them to heal. His cock began growing in my mouth and I soon found myself gagging on it. I covered it with my drool and sucked from tip to base. Mistress has trained me to deepthroat her bulls.

“Do you want some fucking boy?” asked Mistress.

“Yes, Mistress. Please fuck me up my ass. I beg you.” I spoke with Jason’s hard cock in my mouth.

Mistress dragged me up by my hair and hauled me up on the stretcher. I knew what position to take and sat on all fours, exposing my asshole to my Mistress. She wore her strap on and did fatih escort not waste time to start fucking my ass.

“Come on, no one asked you to stop sucking him.” said Mistress as she started drilling my asshole with her black strap on cock.

I eagerly took his cock back in my mouth while Mistress spanked my ass with her flogger and kept pounding me.

“Get his cock hard for me, bitch. Make him hard so that he can fuck me hard. Your useless cock belongs in the cage and I would never want it in my pussy, do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Beg Jason to fuck me hard because you are a worthless cuck.”

“Please Sir, fuck my Mistress hard. I am a worthless cuck with a useless cock, please fuck her for me. I beg you to please my Mistress since I can’t do it myself.”

“Why are you sucking his cock boy? Tell him.”

“I am sucking your cock so that you can fuck my Mistress. Thank you so much for agreeing to fuck my Mistress, Sir.”

“I am done fucking with you now. Lie down on your back so that I can get his cock up my pussy, you worthless cuck.”

I rolled over and layed back as Mistress got rid of her strap on. Jason went over and they undressed each other passionately. Mistress then climbed on the bed and sat on her hunches so that Jason could do her doggy and I could see his cock going up her pussy. Mistress always makes sure I get the best view.

Jason’s big cock pounded her hard as Mistress started moaning and screaming in pleasure. With the keys to my cage she started prodding my cock tip through the chastity lock to punish me. But all I could see was Jason’s cock driving hard and his cum filled balls occasionally brushing my face.

“Oh Jason, you have such a big cock. I am always starved of a good cock because of this worthless cuck. Thank him you worthless slut” screamed Mistress.

“Thank you, Sir for fucking my mistress for me.”

I think that turned Jason on because he began fucking Mistress harder at this. Mistress screamed the house down in pleasure. I knew she was getting a fuck of her life and that this won’t be the last time they would fuck in front of me. She kept moaning in pleasure and pretty soon I could sense her body start to quiver. I knew she was on the edge and now she would cum hard. She went stiff and let out a loud moan and slumped over as she climaxed hard for the first time in months.

“I can’t remember having this big an orgasm” panted Mistress. Jason went over, took her in his huge arms and started kissing her again. They kissed hard for a while.

“I got to cum but Jason too needs to cum, right bitch boy?” Mistress asked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I am going to give him a handjob and you are going to help me, aren’t you?

“Yes, Mistress.”

“And we don’t want to create a mess either, so how are you gonna help me?”

“I can be a cum dump, Mistress. I will drink up all his cum.”

“Good boy. Why don’t you go and stand with your cock over his mouth, Jason?”

Jason was too glad to oblige. I could see his huge cock hanging over my mouth. I braced myself for his disgusting, warm cum in my mouth.

Mistress started stroking his hard cock.

“You have been such a worthless cuck, haven’t you? You have let Jason pierce your nipples and then let him fuck me to pay for it.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“And now you are gonna drink his cum too?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Jason started groaning and I knew he was close. My cock was still hard inside my cage. I knew I will still not be allowed to cum but drinking another man’s cum is the only thing I am allowed.

Jason let out a huge grunt as blew all his load over my face. I had my mouth wide open so most of it went straight in. It was warm, salty and tasted disgusting. But I somehow loved it. Mistress knows I love drinking cum so she wiped all of it from my face and shoved it into my mouth. His load was so huge that I was half blinded by it being all over my eyes. My entire face was sticky from his load and my mouth tasted disgusting from a man’s cum who had just pierced my nipples and fucked my wife in front of me.

“We should do this again” said Mistress as she got dressed.

“Sure. But I am going out of town tomorrow. I’ll text you once I am back.”

“I’ll wait for it. And so will this pathetic cuck, won’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you so much for piercing my nipples, fucking Mistress and cumming inside my mouth.” I said as I wore my loose shirt over my still hurting nipples. I am not allowed to wash the cum off my face because Mistress likes me to wear it as a badge of shame for the day. Another man’s dry cum all over my face because I am a worthless cuck.

Mistress hugged Jason one last time as she went out, me following behind. I could not wait for my piercings to heal so that Mistress could hang weights from them, the next time they fuck.