The Fetish Files

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In recent months I’ve had the pleasure of a reunion of sorts with Elaine, the Danish lass who I wrote about in chapter 12 or so of my confessions. Now I’ve not climbed in between the sheets with her, it was more a case of us collectively running thru the weird and wonderful things that turn us on, or off as the case may be.

Now I won’t get too carried away here, it’s intended more as an exercise to share the acts that we crave in order to achieve that endorphin rush.

Let’s first of all cover a very basic aspect of my sexuality. I love older women, always have done. In hindsight it’s quite obvious that a good number of the women I’ve indulged with would nowadays be defined as cougars, yet to me it was just a natural drive. The second aspect I’ve always rather enjoyed in a woman is boldness, or decisive action. By nature I’m much the same, so given an opportunity to indulge I’ve rarely passed up the chance…yeah ok, call me a man whore if you wish.

Looking back at my training with Maggie, in chapter 2, one of the elements I didn’t elaborate on at the time was her love of having a pussy full of spunk.

I’m not analysing anything here, just sharing how as we got more and more into playing with each other, the one thing she got off on big time, was going out with a freshly delivered load of spunk in her juicy cunt. Now on the outside she could play the prim and proper office lady, yet take her to lunch with a load of cum soaking out of her bare pussy under a skirt, that load slowly coating her thighs and soaking into her stocking tops…all the while having a scent of sex emanating from her pores…the grin on her face was just a picture of pure lust.

Take this to the next level, we attended several functions where she walked around in this manner, stockings and suspenders with a skirt an inch or two above the knee, lovely snug top showing her medium sized breasts in a delightfully restrained manner…all the while my spunk oozing from her naked snatch.

Imagine later on in the evening her delight when one of the guys felt her up, and found a naked cunt with man cream already oozing from it. This one event…just made her grin for months!

And funnily enough, in sharing this with Elaine recently, she just grinned and let on that she went thru a phase where she just loved sucking a load from a hard cock for the taste and texture of hot spunk. Now Elaine sucked me dry on quite a few occasions, and she got the thrill Maggie would get from her kick so to speak, yet her own preference was to be fresh and clean.

So it seemed a little odd that Elaine then shared she went thru a stage of enjoying golden showers, which leads me to taking another lady from my past to mind, and sharing that unusual element.

Take Judy from chapter 6. She was a little shy at first, if quite forward about her desire for cock, but getting her to fully open up about what she’s really wanting took a little while. Golden showers is where this took us eventually.

Now I’m of the opinion, right or wrong, that if a guy creates an atmosphere of not judging a lady for expressing her weird and wonderful desires…it can unleash her inner slut. I firmly believe that most women can take on a wanton slutty demeanour, without alcohol, in the right atmosphere.

So our experimenting with golden showers was one of those aspects she’d dabbled in a little in her younger years, without much success, and I could tell by the very careful way in which she laid the topic on the table she was worried it would turn me off. Far from it! To some it may seem depraved, but Judy wanted to be pissed on, that warm stream with its unique scent hitting her body just took her to another level.

It was hard for her to reciprocate when I asked her to piss all over me in return, but once again, she saw the responses and that changed her outlook. Her backyard was large and private, so we could freely frolic naked. Seeing we worked together, the simple act of her guzzling a couple of bottles of water just before finish time was that subtle signal. I got her to the point of pissing in my mouth, which in turn led to her feeling at ease when I’d make her squirt rize escort using my fingers and tongue…then after a brief pause just carry on licking and fingering.

She admitted that encouraging her to piss in my mouth was a barrier breaking moment for her. No need to share that the post shower sex sessions were always fantastic?!

Sex in places where one can be caught at it was one of the things that Lois, chapter 15 or 16, was very much in to. She was one of the older of the ladies I dallied with, and she came across at times as holding on to the last of her femme fatale years, at least in the urgency with which she’d set up and pursue opportunities to be pleasured in semi public places.

At the place where we worked together, one such obvious location was a strong room where the more valuable items were kept in the warehouse. Only a handful of people had keys to this room, and combined with Lois’ penchant for being fingered it offered the prime opportunity. So on several occasions I was down on my knees, with a clipboard alongside me just in case, while licking and fingering Lois while her skirt was partly lifted. Once the door was unlocked, I’d swiftly pull my head away, but then keep two fingers wriggling in her dripping cunt until we could see who was coming in and what we needed to do.

The kicker in this was in the break room later on, I’d see Lois and the simple act of sniffing my fingers or licking them subtly was enough to make her swoon a little. To her my penchant for eating pussy was a little odd, as if she couldn’t get her head around the fact that me getting her off got me going big time as well.

Going to the movies a few times with Lois was an adventure as well, for I’d invariably have licked, fingered and fucked her senseless for an hour or two beforehand, so the slightest flicker of her clit with my naughty fingers would set her on the path to orgasm…which she’d muffle as much as she could. Then licking my fingers would just make her roll her eyes and at times she’d be off again.

Conversely, once I’d introduced Lois to CBT she got into the lovely thumb and forefinger grip on my nut sac, then twist and watch me squirm while my dick would twitch wildly. The ability to tease, torment and please each other was short lived yet immensely enjoyable.

The goddess of sex I talked about in chapter 26 was a rather special mature lady. Jeanette had similarities to Lois, in the sense of wanting to grasp her last few years of head turning abilities into physical fucking fun. The funny thing here is that Jeanette, to this day, has legs that make my balls hang low…and she’s in her late fifties now.

How do I know? Well, she’s got her sixtieth birthday coming up, and sought me out as the entertainment for a dirty weekend (on the sly of course, since we’re both married) after the official birthday party. Mmmm, tempting but not a good idea.

Anyway, when we played together some years back, I was convinced she was the perfect specimen to experiment with. I told her I’d take her to the point I’d make her cum just by tweaking a nipple.

Now you may have read about some of the stuff we did together, some vanilla, some not so vanilla, so this challenge actually appealed to Jeanette. Her nipples were quite large, in the sense they’d protrude like pencil erasers at the slightest sense of her arousal. Luckily she wasn’t shy at all about her rock hard nipples poking thru whatever she was wearing at the time.

The lead-up to this making her cum by tweaking her nipples was fun though, bit by bit I’d tell her my intentions. Her collection of toys was extensive, with one of her favourites being a vibrating egg she could stuff in her always ready and wet pussy whenever she’d get home alone, and just wanted to simmer along slowly. I bought a bra for her, a lovely lace number that was the perfect fit. I got her to put it on and then proceeded to cut nipple holes in this delightfully flimsy garment.

Her breasts weren’t that big anyway, 34B if I recall correctly, but it just made her nipples just so lovely in the way they’d now poke thru. A light summer dress we picked up on sakarya escort a shopping expedition, and her collection of heels was extensive enough to make a selection from. Once I’d made it clear to her that my intention was to lick suck and fuck her senseless all morning, have her wear a pair of high heels, the modified bra and her lovely summer dress…and that I’d be making her cum in the café of my choosing for a late lunch, she got into this idea with much gusto!

By the time we’d gone thru a marathon session in the morning, showered and gotten into it some more, my anticipation was building to having this lovely tall slender lady quietly stifling an orgasm as I’d gently roll one of her nipples in a semi public place. It went off rather well, her looking into my eyes, her lips slightly parted as her eyes then rolled back a bit as she then closed her mouth as her body couldn’t resist any longer. Yes we were spotted, but got merely a sly grin from an older lady who’d been carefully observing our interactions.

After we got out of the café, Jeanette was stunned at how much she’d gushed, how exciting it had been for her, and how she’d not believed this act could be carried out in a public setting, even though we’d done this in bed a few times already.

One of the more open women I’ve had quite a few encounters with over the years was Suzie, the lass I encountered whilst trucking to Gisborne. Can’t remember what chapter, but she’d pop up from time to time during the nineties and we always had lusty fun.

Her thing was touching my crotch, often and firmly, especially in public where other women might be able to see, never too overt. In a shop, she’d be fondling the merchandise on the shelf with one hand and her other would invariably run along my stiffening cock. I’m not shy, yet her ability to fondle my enthusiastic cock and keep it at least partly erect during shopping outings was a little more extrovert than I really enjoy.

Still, seeing her nipples go hard as she’d feel my dick twitch, in a jewellers’ store admiring the display…wickedly delicious all the same. This playful part of her also enjoyed placing a foot firmly in my crotch under the table during dinner, thus keeping me at attention, and it’s this part she enjoyed so much, feeling my stiffness and warmth in response to her playing.

A very simple fantasy was shared by Christina (chapter 7) and it was all about “picking her up” whilst she was out with a group of girls, taking her outside, eating her out to orgasm and then the two of us resuming the party with the girls. All whilst wearing a “I have just been licked” grin.

We did this several times actually, but the first time was delicious in a unique way, since over a few drinks she partly shared the story with a few of the girls about the banana I ate out of her hot cunt the first night we frolicked at her place. Admiring glances from some girls, and it also set the scene for some “can I share him” questions, which I’ve found mighty weird throughout the years.

Another tale about cum and what some women want to do with it, from Tina in chapter 27 or 28 I think. She was a little chubby lass, and had some mild self esteem issues at first. The thing she shared after a good spell of playtime was how she loved having a load of spunk in her high heels, her toes drenched in sticky smelly drying pearls of man juice is how she put it.

Her job as a merchandiser would see her working in public places regularly, and once she told me how hot it made her to have her toes wriggling in spunk when she was out in public…well, I just couldn’t help but oblige that strange desire.

Well ok, I shouldn’t call it strange, but at the time it seemed a little odd. But once again, create that environment where a woman feels at ease and the fantasies and fetishes come out. She’d collect her husbands’ spunk and mine in a jar, milking me dry into the jar several times in the lead-up to one of her public display days, then when I’d sneakily go by to see her on one of those days…again, the grin would give her naughty side away. Needless to say it would ruin a pair of heels, samsun escort but she didn’t care, she’d be dripping wet by days’ end and would need thorough fucking to alleviate her all day self inflicted foreplay.

So I’ve shared quite a few aspects that my lovers have enjoyed, now let me lay a couple of my own on the table. My driving force is pleasure, and for me it’s derived from eating pussy, but I love it when a woman can torture my balls quite firmly prior to letting me eat her out.

With the right woman, one who loves CBT as a means of foreplay, this will invariably mean she’ll be dripping wet and ready to go once her desire to torment me gives way to her need for her pussy to cum. Again with the right woman, fucking her thru a string of orgasms before I let my load go deep in her pussy, then without delay eat that fresh cream pie out of her.

This in turn leads to another set of orgasms on her part, which leads to my cock wanting to be enveloped in her pussy some more. This cycle of lick fuck lick fuck lick can go on for hours I’ve found, to the point where the length of time my cock has been bathed in hot pussy juice makes it feel thoroughly moisturised and baby bottom smooth. This sensation can last a day or two, and it serves as a lusty reminder to myself whenever I take a piss…at the fun I had not so long ago!

And yes I’ve had the pleasure of spending time with two women in my playtime days who possessed the exact qualities I waxed lyrical about just above. Those were some years…

Yet another thing that has developed in me is my liking of hairy pussy. Let’s talk briefly about Anne-Marie (chapter 16) as well as Judy (chapter 6) who were two examples of horny as hell women with a lovely bushy pussy. Heck, both of them talked about their pussy as their cunt, so let me be blunt as they were. Judy was around 40 or so when I first fucked her, whereas Anne-Marie was at least 65 when I plunged my late twenties cock into her juicy box.

Judy was a little shy at first, whereas Anne-Marie had a very decisive “let me get this hard prong into me” type of demeanour about her right from the first time she got her fingers wrapped around my lovely fat cock. No wonder I love older women, for between Rose and Anne-Marie that was one hell of a summer!

The shameless way in which Anne-Marie would call me up, just say: “Come service me!” and then be literally ready at the front door, her furry snatch with beads of juice on the hairs around her hungry opening…very demanding and yet also never failing to make me rock hard instantly! Ok, this was a pure lust scenario from both sides, with Anne-Marie openly telling me on numerous occasions that she loves my hard fuck stick ramming her hungry cunt morning noon and night.

What’s wrong with a mature lady who just goes after what she wants? She was getting exactly what she wanted in a somewhat discreet and easily accessible manner, and hell, so was I after all!! On some level it’s immoral, yet the times I’d frantically fucked and pumped Anne-Marie in her hallway in the late afternoon, emptying my first load in her hungry snatch, then frolic at a more relaxed pace on her bed, only to end up on the back deck with me eating her furry snatch out and driving her wild as I’d suckle our combined juices from her…yum!

Thinking back, it’s easy to see how a completely bare shaved or waxed pussy never really appealed to me, at least leave some fur for my nose to run in while my tongue is diving between your folds…combine that bit of fur with a bossy mature lass and my cock is ready in an instant.

In looking back it’s fair to say I’ve had my share of fun, mostly down to just going with the flow of the moment and hardly letting an opportunity slip by. Never one to go for overly exhibitionist type of fun, more indulging in that one on one intensity that can only really be had between two lovers who feel comfortable and safe in the moment. The weirdest aspect of all this is the fact that the hottest lovers have often been those who at first glance look a little plain, or at least not dressed with the desperate “look at me” thing going on.

On a daily basis I take quiet delight in my past experiences, not that I keep in touch with many of the ladies I’ve played with, yet at times I run into an old lover and depending on the circumstances we either chat and catch up…or more often than not we’re both in the presence of our current spouses and just grin quietly.

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The Doctor’s Surgery

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“So I don’t think there’s anything more to do today.” I said and stood, prompting Janet, the red headed, happily married, forty-something woman whose face was still flushed, dappled with tiny beads of sweat and smudged make-up and whose hair was considerably less ordered than when she’d arrived more than an hour ago, to do the same. “You can make another appointment whenever you feel necessary, Mrs Turner.”

“Oh thank you so much, doctor, I do feel a lot better, you’ve taken a great weight off my mind.”

I smiled as I opened the door but ignored as she deliberately stroked my forearm on her way out. I watched her considerable arse wobble as she made her way along the dull, grey carpet, her plump thighs making a rasping sound as they aggravated the stocking tops which must have been quite damp from her sweat and her own profuse ejaculation she’d erupted onto my couch, walls and floor not five minutes ago.

I sat down in my chair once again and checked my watch; fifteen minutes to freshen the room before the next client. Just enough time to make a tea and maybe grab a biscuit to stop the pangs I was feeling as the end of the day neared. I sprayed disinfectant around the space, pulled the now soaked paper cover from the examination couch and wiped clean the vinyl. I flicked through the app on my phone to see who my next booking was. Hmmm, someone I didn’t recognise, a new client. Better make it as authentic as possible.

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You see, I’m not a real doctor. My “surgery” is the last office at the end of a corridor of a small block of offices I bought some time ago. Originally a retail space, this part of town has changed from a vibrant community hub lined with local retailers selling daily essentials to a faceless street of chains and real estate agent’s offices and my building has a chequered history of various dull, failed businesses – legal practices, insurance offices etc. The other “consultation rooms” my clients pass as they make their way to my ‘surgery’ are the same, nondescript, beige painted doors, you might find in any doctor’s practice. They look authentic with room numbers and doctors names but they mostly contain overspill furniture and crap from my house. I chose to decorate the room at the end of the hall to add just a little more authenticity so clients can see what a busy surgery this is. The walls of my small room are as beige as outside, the carpet the same grey and experience has taught me this is precisely as it should be for a doctors surgery. A simple desk, a folding screen, three straight backed chairs, a cupboard, a sink, medical posters and doctors paraphernalia, a computer (old and also beige), swabs, tissues and just about everything you’d find in a real surgery. I even had a framed doctors certificate on the wall from the University of Cunterbury (sic), always wore my stethoscope (funny how people still expect that), and had been known to lightly tap knee and elbow joints with my small, black, disc shaped rubber hammer. Against the far wall stands an examination bed which tilts, shifts, folds and rotates in all manner of configurations at the press of a number of buttons. At one end stirrups can be fitted when necessary and a large lamp looms down from the ceiling.

About two years ago Beatrice, Bea, a friend and ex-colleague, confided in me about a fantasy she had about doctors. Serialised over some weeks, several long, alcohol induced conversations found her confessing in greater and greater detail about her fantasies and how she shared them with others on a specialist forum she had joined.

“So, how about it then?” She’d asked one evening half way through a very good bottle of rum.

“How about what?”

“Well, I don’t want to have sex, it’s just, you know, being examined that gets me off.”

“I’m not following. Are you asking for my approval or opinion?”

“Fuck, Andy, neither. Jeez, you really are a dick sometimes. No, I mean how about you playing my doctor?”

It took several more weeks, several more bottles of rum and a lot more unravelling of the fantasy to agree but the experience was something of a revelation for us both. We remained true to her explicit fantasy, did not have sex and the experience bought us closer together in so many ways. She did, however, share her experience with her ‘friends’ on her specialist forum which led to demands from just about everyone about how they might also find such a no-strings-attached, sympathetic, enthusiastic, trustworthy, willing accomplice.

Three months later demand was so high and the income potential so great we formed a partnership, purchased and decorated the old building that is home to my ‘surgery’ and I’m now the provider of a very unique service while Bea takes care of admin and, well I suppose you would term it ‘business development’.

For the most part, it has become somewhat routine; most merely want to reveal something of themselves, titillation, break a taboo. I can count on one urfa escort hand the number of women I’ve actually had sex with and two of those we had to pretend it wasn’t actually even happening, I just sort of had to ‘slip inside’ while groping, twisting, examining and testing. Most of my clients expose themselves to me, expect me to keep a professional attitude while they do so, maybe engage in some masturbation and then leave. To some this job might sound exciting but the truth is it is endless frustration, or it was at the start. Now, thankfully, we have a schedule that includes a client or two willing to allow some degree of relief for me in the middle of the day and we leave new clients to the end.

There are lines we draw, however. Obviously age is a factor, legality, of course and certain practices I didn’t really anticipate needing to create a policy for when we began. Shit, for example. A month after setting up, still finding our feet so to speak, we didn’t really vet clients. When an elderly lady presented a clear, plastic tube declaring it contained her stool sample I thought it an impressively realistic concoction of chocolate and various fibrous matter. It wasn’t. Fortunately I didn’t remove the lid as 5 minutes later she was telling me how she thought there was a problem with her bowel and perhaps the only real way for me to know was for her to squat over my face and examine as she evacuated herself. Six minutes after arriving she was back on the street with her turd-filled acrylic tube in hand, never to return.

My regulars include Victoria who comes for a monthly checkup. We do height, weight, general body exam moving from standing to laying on the bed and then finally she manoeuvres so her elbows and chest are on the couch, her arse in the air and my fingers, covered in non-latex examination gloves of course, push in and out of her shaved pussy and tight arse until she cums.

Kate, who visits at least three times a month, likes to look at my cock. She tells me her husbands is small but it’s the only one she’s ever had and would like another to compare. I stand and remove my clothing, she gets close to my cock, touches it, examines it and wanks me until I cum. Sometimes she just lets it spurt anywhere, once she pulled down her bra and directed me at her nipple and left having made no attempt to clean herself and the last couple of times she’s held her pants down and directed my ejaculation onto her pussy so it drips and pools in the gusset of her knickers.

Fiona hides behind the screen, undresses, asks me to examine her breasts with my hands but not to look. I grope and squeeze her small, pointy breasts, all the while hmmm-ing and ahhh-ing, occasionally pinching her quite hard, pulling her nipples and cupping them up and down, letting them bounce in my hands. All the while I’m conducting my exam she masturbates. She has progressed from just her fingers to now bringing a small toy and where she used to whimper quietly the vibrations make her hiss through her teeth and groan the words, “faster, faster, faster,” and “push it inside,” just before she cums.

Donna is now heavily pregnant and comes to me for her prenatal check. As she opens her legs for me she apologises for being so hairy, tells me it’s now too hard for her to shave herself and asks if I would do it. I shave her pussy clean and then finger her to orgasm. She likes a few minutes to recover, tells me how her husband hasn’t touched her since her pregnancy and asks me to bring her off again, this time with my tongue. I oblige as only a good doctor should.

Ms Turner, who just left, likes me to caress and massage her fat thighs and belly with oil while she very nearly fists herself. I’m to push down on her belly as she nears orgasm and force two fingers into her arse. She always explodes with the most powerful orgasm, spraying huge amounts of fluid all over my office. We reach this point because she’s worried about developing stretch marks and I have to rub oil in to her as a treatment.

Carrie tells me her husband wants to have anal sex with her but she thinks it’s wrong. I have to tell her of the dangers but reassure her that, if they are careful it will be fine. She asks me if I can demonstrate and I start by showing her anatomical pictures, then a plastic model into which I insert my fingers to show that there’s enough room to accommodate them. She protests that her anus is too small so I lube my finger, then two while she pretends she’s not turned on. Finally she squeezes my dick through my pants, unzips me and guides me to her arse. As soon as I’m inside her she turns to filth, encouraging me in the most explicit of ways. She’s progressed to bringing a small toy along which she presses to her clit while I fuck her arse. She always asks me to cum inside her and I have to admit, Carrie is a client I always look forward to seeing, she seems the most genuine.

Mrs Jones (yes, I know), has a strange illness that requires her to lay down, naked, sivas escort in a still environment for 30 minutes twice a week. She finds this impossible so she has to come to a doctor to be ‘drugged’ (of course I don’t), so she can lay still. While she is ‘tranquillised’ I take advantage of her; touching her, playing with her, licking her and rubbing against her. I cum on her body and then rub it in to her skin. She ‘wakes’ several minutes later, asks what it is that’s made her sticky, I tell her I don’t know, she dresses and leaves. Yesterday I managed to roll her onto her side, pull her arse cheeks apart and cum over her arsehole. I rubbed it into her arse and slipped a finger into her tight hole as I did and felt her flinch. As she dressed she told me it was the most relaxing experience yet.

Tammy has a urinary tract infection (she doesn’t), which requires her to squat and piss into a large, deep plastic tray. As she pees I hold a thermometer in the stream to check the temperature, ‘feel’ the flow with my fingers, taste them, let her taste them, pull her lips wide apart as she forces it out and then I have to act outraged as she sits in the piss filled tray and masturbates. After repeatedly telling her how unprofessional it is she tells me if I don’t like it I should show her my cock and she’ll cum quicker and be done. As I show her she tells me to make myself hard then wank over her and she’ll let me fuck her if I want. I have to protest some more, talk about code of ethics, that sort of stuff. Most of the time she reaches orgasm long before there’s an opportunity for sex but she has sucked me a couple of times, swallowing my load and moaning. Tammy is probably my favourite client. She is truly filthy and gorgeous and actually quite good fun and of all my clients she’s perhaps the only one I’m genuinely curious to know more about. She has told me that she’s bi and a couple of months ago told me at the end of our session that she was worried she’d passed something on to her girlfriend and would I see them together? There’s been no further mention of it but I’m hopeful she’ll bring friend along one day, it would be interesting to see how it plays out.

There are a couple of darker clients too. Pea, I have no idea if that’s even a name, like Victoria comes for a general check up, except unlike Victoria, Pea has a fairly explicit rape fantasy. She must have once been quite a large girl as her skin seems a few sizes too big for her body. She has deep stretch marks all over her belly, thighs, breasts and arse. At first I was quite shocked at how scarred she looked but as I’ve got to know her body I now find them quite beautiful. After the usual particulars Pea undresses for an exam and puts on a medical gown. At first there was just some resistance but she now trusts me enough to email me before every visit and describe what I should do. It’s got to the stage now where she is quite physical and pushes me away when I get close to her. I am forced to gag her and tie her down and then spank her for resisting her doctor. I threaten to have her ‘locked up’ if she struggles. I then restrain her bent over the couch, cover her arse in lube, finger and fuck her roughly until I cum. This is by far my least favourite experience, Pea seems like a really lovely person and I wonder why she wants me to do these things. I once met her in the street with who I can only assume was a boyfriend. I felt so uncomfortable and she introduced me to him as her doctor. He shook my hand and told me Pea had always said what a great doctor I was. Something about the way he said it made me think he was well aware of the arrangement. She’s asked me whether straight jackets are still used and I’m genuinely worried where it will go so I’m now meeting with her and Bea together outside of the surgery to talk things over. This is breaking protocol but the alternative is losing a client who might be perfectly happy.

Finally there’s Alex. Alex is stunning, well travelled and intelligent, she’s also my oldest client at fifty something she is elegant, wise, smart, funny and has the most beautiful body with curves and scars and lines and history and she’s wonderful. Sadly, she doesn’t think so and my task is to convince of how beautiful she is. Each visit she comes in with a different ailment or complaint. I listen and then proceed to examine her. This sometimes involves her removing some clothing but never too much. I then poke, squeeze and prod her and as I do I take my cock from out of my pants and wipe it over her soft skin without her knowing. As I grow hard she realises what I’m doing, asks shocked and appalled and I have to apologise profusely, explain that I couldn’t help myself, that I find her so attractive I had to do it. I tell her I’m taking a huge risk, that I could be struck off and beg her not to report me. I have to keep telling her why I would take such a risk, that I wouldn’t do it for anyone else and that I’m so ashamed. I break down and she comforts me, tells me she tekirdağ escort doesn’t mind, that she can keep it a secret. I have to promise not to share it but I beg her to let me film her. I take out my video camera and film as she undresses. Once naked I undress myself and caress her body as she wanks me. She takes a copy of the video home.

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Returning to the present I flipped through the notes Bea had prepared but there was little beyond a physical description, not unusual for first time clients who often don’t quite know what it is they want or are simply too embarrassed to ask.

I splashed hot water into a mug, dropped in a fresh teabag and bobbed it up and down as the water swirled, growing ever darker. I checked the clock, three minutes to go, hope she’s late. I poured the milk too quickly and it splashed around the sink and I barely had time to gulp a mouthful before the entry system on the outside door buzzed and I pressed the intercom in response. A brief exchange of coded words assured the authenticity of the visitor and I abandoned my tea, straightened my jacket and checked it for tea splashes before taking a seat.

“Come in.” I rose almost before the foam had had a chance to contour to my behind. “Have a seat, miss…?”

“Sharp, but my name is Andrea.”

Andrea settled into the green vinyl chair, clutching her bag in her lap and looking nervously around the room.

“Okay Andrea, what is it that I can do for you today?”

Andrea seemed younger than my usual clients. Mostly they ranged from mid thirties to near sixty, an age I’d decided to cap it to even before the first notion of this began. I’d also ensured that all clients were able to provide proof of age and had a minimum policy of 25, though I don’t recall anyone younger than 29. Andrea looked to be close to the age limit and I punched the keys on the computer to bring up Bea’s background info and verification. Hmm, well, what do you know, 26.

“It’s a bit embarrassing.” She began.

My mind flipped again. If only I’d added the ‘It’s a bit embarrassing’ as a premium charge for each client I could have retired months ago!

“Go on.” I said in my most objective, interested-but-only-professionally-so tone.

“Well, there are a couple of things.”

“I am a doctor, Andrea, if you’re uncomfortable speaking to me I can ask a female colleague to see you.” I couldn’t of course, I just felt it was a doctorly thing to say.

“Well, it’s my clitoris. It’s, erm. Well, it’s really big.”

Now this might be interesting. This was certainly new. Andrea had certainly made an effort to look as plain as possible, just like a regular patient with a massive clit going to the doctor might look. She wore tight blue jeans, a pair of worn, red converse boots, a white, ribbed vest top and blue hoody zipped to just above her navel. She had jet black hair, slightly cracked lips and stunning brown eyes, edged with her only make up; thick, black lines giving her a goth like appearance without the dour clothing. It was difficult to discern her figure save for the large behind, broad hips and plump thighs and I suspected her hoody hid a plump, round belly and a small pair of pert breasts.

“Okay, what makes you think there’s a problem?”

“Well, some men comment on it. Some girls too. Whenever I’ve had sex they always say something.”

“And that bothers you?”

“A little.”

“Well Andrea, there is, as far as medicine is concerned, no difference between large or small clitorises.” I paused. “Or clitori? Clitories? I’m not sure which it is. Anyhow, unless there is a problem for you physically or it’s affecting your mental wellbeing it’s difficult to know how I might proceed.”

“There is one thing though.”

“Oh yes, what is that?”

“Well, it’s my smell.”

“Your smell? Could you explain?”

“I sometimes smell really strong, like I can smell myself right now, can you?” I shook my head which she seemed to ignore. “And I was wondering if this might be linked to my clit? Sorry, clitoris.”

“No, that’s fine. Erm, I don’t see how your, er, clit, could be contributing to any aroma. Providing you are keeping good hygiene?”

“Yes, I wash every day, it just seems strong. Are you sure you can’t smell me?”

“Not at all. Do you have any discomfort? Any discharge? Any inflammation?”

“Only my clit.”

“Which is it?”

“Huh?”

“Your clit. Is it inflamed? Discomfort?…”

“Oh no, sorry, silly me, none of those, I mean it’s just my huge clit that’s the problem.”

“Okay, and does your clit grow larger as you become sexually aroused?”

“Oh, god, yes. One boyfriend thought I was a man when he saw it. He soon thought otherwise though when I … never mind.”

“So, would you say it is of regular size when you are not aroused?”

“No, I still think it’s big, it just gets bigger when, you know?”

“When you’re aroused?”

“Yes.”

“Well, Andrea, what you’re describing to me all sounds perfectly normal. You know, you may like to know that there are likely a great many women who might enjoy having a clitoris larger than the one they have and I’m sure you’ll find a partner who’ll appreciate it too.”

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The Gold Digger Ch. 08

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Bob had acquired Carol as a result of her own stupidity. She was one of those women who thought they were always smarter than the men whom they worked with. She was smart. She was smarter than most men. She had just become too overconfident. That was her undoing. She got caught trying to swindle their company. Bob had fixed it so she wouldn’t go to jail, but that meant a different kind of trouble. He had to share her with other men in the company. Men he didn’t like! It had required getting her drunk and in bed with men she normally wouldn’t have had anything to do with. Then he’d bought them off. Now he had nearly complete control over her. Oh she could leave anytime she wanted, but if she did, then the long arm of the law would wrap itself around her. Besides, with her granting him such extensive powers of attorney he could create all kinds of problems, even arrange to have her committed. He’d thought of that. He’d thought of a lot of things. He’d wanted her. He loved her. He knew that. He’d wanted her as a wife and an equal, but she seemed intent on thwarting him every time he started to soften. She kept getting in the way. Her mouth kept getting in the way. If she’d kept her mouth shut he wouldn’t be making the plans he was making now.

What Bob had decided was Carol needed some kind of epiphany, something had to happen that would be a kind of sensory overload. She was pregnant, pregnant with his child. He couldn’t afford some kind of long drawn out travail. Forty days and nights in the wilderness seemed like a good idea in the Bible, but what Carol needed was a massive, Damascus like, Bob inspired, catastrophe. She needed something so dramatic, so cataclysmic that she would collapse. And it had to be something that came directly from him, something back breaking, inescapable, emotionally exhausting and highly visible, but not, and this was most important of all, physically dangerous. After that, they could afford some sort of short-term denouement, followed with the happily ever after he knew she wanted and he knew she deserved. And when he was honest with himself. He knew he wanted too.

Bob had been gone the better part of the day, and Carol was beginning to wonder. Had he gotten into trouble? Was he all right? She thought about Bob all the time. He confused her. She’d thought she had him figured out, but every time she thought she knew him she’d talk to him and he’d change. He could be so affectionate one minute, then the next he’d turn cold. He could be warm and cuddly, and then he’d be blaming her for something. She just wished she knew what that something was. He was more slippery than an eel. She only guessed at that, never having touched an eel.

Carol had dressed today in a way she knew would especially please Bob. She had on a smart looking little matching blouse and skirt outfit. The top was baby blue, short sleeved, and buttoned up the front to a perky middy collar with a discreet little white bow at the center. White piping edged both the collar and the short sleeves. Her breasts were held in place by a thin low cut bra, low enough to tease, but still firm enough to provide the necessary stability. She squeezed her arms together in front to force her boobs forward just to check the affect. They pressed up and out provocatively. She reminded herself to find some nonchalant way to do that in front of Bob when the opportunity arose. The skirt was a mini, pleated, and a slightly darker shade of blue than the blouse. She had a pair of white silk panties on underneath. She tried leaning forward with her knees locked just to check how far she would need to lean to get the hem of the panties exposed. She’d do that too. She had on low-heeled shoes of the same color with white lacy ankle socks. Her hair was pulled back with a similarly shaded ribbon. She flipped her head back and forth in front of the mirror. She wanted and thought she got a neatly coifed but casual look about her face. She applied make up to match the outfit; a little pink blush on the cheeks, a hint of blue eye shadow, a glimmer of eyelash liner, and just a tad of pink lip-gloss. She blinked into the mirror. She thought she looked pert and saucy, just a little like a schoolgirl. This was going to be her big impression day, the day she got Bob to accept the inevitable. He’d ask her a big question today. Maybe not marriage, but a big one anyway. He might say, Carol would you be my wife, or he might chicken a little and say something like, Carol I want you to be my exclusive and permanent girlfriend. She’d prefer the first question, but the second one would do. She was convinced he was just a sigh, just a hair’s breath away from making the commitment. She was as excited as she’d ever been, but she’d try to play it cool. Play it close to the vest today Carol. That’s what she told herself. This was going to be her day. This is what she told herself.

About 4:00 that afternoon Bob drove into view. Carol breathed an apprehensive sigh. Well here goes! She stepped from the house to the porch, and trabzon escort then down the porch to the driveway to greet the man she would marry. Looking in the car she could see he had another person with him, a woman, and she thought she saw a dog. She bet the dog was Annie, his Labrador retriever. She hoped the other person might be his sister, the one who’d been watching Annie.

Bob pulled up, opened his door, and the dog leaped out. He walked around and got the door for the woman passenger. Carol thought, that Bob, always the gentleman. They made their way up the porch to the front door.

Bob opened the double doors and all three came trundling in. He saw Carol and, pointing to the dog that already had run over to her he announced. “This is Annie.” Then waving in the direction of the woman he said. “And this is Dora. I’ve hired her as a live in housekeeper while I’m at work. She’ll sleep in one of the back bedrooms and take care of the house, you, and Annie.

Carol chimed up. “Bob. You didn’t need to hire anybody. I can take care of things for the both of us.” And scruffling the back of the dog’s fur she added. “I think I can handle Annie too.”

Bob gave Carol an enigmatic smile. “Dora will take care of things.” He turned to the new woman. He walked her up the porch past Carol and into the house. “Come over here let me show you the kitchen.”

Carol followed the two of them inside. Bob was up to something. She wondered if he had some special surprise for her.

Ignoring Carol Bob walked Dora to the kitchen and explained to her his meal habits and where to find the necessary accouterments for food preparation. He walked Dora past Carol again and showed her the rooms downstairs and described the upstairs layout while discussing cleaning and maintenance expectations. He handed Dora a set of keys and described the best routes into the nearest town and what stores offered the best buys on food, cleaners, and any other things she might need. The whole time he did this he behaved as if Carol wasn’t there. Then he started to describe Dora’s responsibilities as they related to Carol and to Anne. Bob walked over to Carol and put his arm around her. “This.” He said. “Is Carol. She and the dog are my most valued possessions. While I’m away I want you keep a close watch on both. The best way to do that is to tether them together. I have materials in a bag for that purpose. Keep them off the furniture, and see that both are walked twice a day.”

Carol was listening to what Bob was saying, and she was dumbfounded.

Bob continued to explain what he expected of Dora. “I suppose, since Carol can be trusted not to run away, she could walk Annie herself. Just see they are both tethered together when they go out. When you feed them do it in the kitchen. I’ve obtained a low table where Carol can eat. Just put Annie’s bowl on the floor. If Carol needs to use the bathroom it’s OK, but see to it that Annie goes into the bathroom with her.”

Carol interrupted. “Bob! What are you talking about?”

Bob continued to ignore Carol. “As far as behavior is concerned I know Annie will listen. Carol might be a problem. If she misbehaves, use the fly swatter, but only on her butt. I don’t want a lot of red marks where they can be seen. There will be times I’ll have company, and it would look bad if she were bearing the visible proof of bad behavior. People would think I didn’t know how to discipline.”

Carol was stunned! “Bob?”

Bob finally turned around to acknowledge Carol. “Sweetheart. Don’t interrupt, and don’t say anything unless someone asks you a question. You’ve heard the old adage. ‘Children are seen and not heard.’ Let’s apply that to you from now on.”

Carol was indignant. This was taking things too far. First bringing in a housekeeper. Then being paired with the dog. Now being categorized as a child. “Bob. You can’t mean this!”

Bob lifted his right hand and waved her over. “Come here Carol.” As she approached he walked over to the bag he’d mentioned to Dora. He reached in the bag and pulled something out.

Carol gasped. “That’s not for me!”

Bob said. “Kneel down.”

Carol answered. “I will not!”

Bob reached out and grabbed her. He pulled her to the floor. “I said kneel down!”

Carol knelt on the floor.

Bob took the collar. It was made of metal. It was bright and shiny, about an inch wide and quarter inch in thickness. Carol could see a hinge at the back, a clasp at the front, and an o-ring beside the clasp. He leaned down and snapped the collar around her neck. It closed with a soft, but definitive click. It was a perfect fit. “The collar is stainless steel, and the hasp has its own locking mechanism. I have one key. The other is for Dora.” He walked over to the housekeeper and handed her a key. “Put this someplace safe.” He reached back onto the bag and pulled out a length of chain. It glistened in the soft household lighting. It looked like the type of chain tunceli escort a girl might buy and wear as a bangle bracelet, but this chain had a different purpose. Bob reached down to Carol’s collar and attached it with a small-elongated lock. He called Annie. As Annie frolicked over he attached the other end of the chain to Annie’s cloth collar. Carol could see the other end was attached to Annie with the same type of lock. He walked over to the nearest sofa. He called. “Come here girls.” Annie jumped up and pranced over to her master. As the dog moved toward Bob the chain was pulled taut. Carol had no choice but to get up and walk over as well. Bob was scratching Annie’s head when Carol reached him. He reached out with his other hand, pulled her to the floor, and started to scratch the top of Carol’s head in exactly the same way. “Carol. You don’t have to crawl around on all fours, but remember this. Annie pulls you. You don’t pull Annie. If Annie goes into the kitchen, you go into the kitchen. If Annie wants to lie down by the door, you lie down by the door. What she does. You do. Understand?”

Carol’s so well prepared intellectual mien as well as her clothing were both unraveling. Her pretty blouse was pulling from its protective sheathing from around the waist of her skirt. The top button had come undone. Her hair, thanks to his tousling, was all mussed. Carol was completely shaken. “Bob. Why are you doing this?”

Bob answered. “Why? I’m doing it because I want to. I think it’s fun. I like seeing you on the floor. I like having you underfoot. You’re pretty. You’re fun. Like Annie, you’re one of my playmates.” Bob took his hand and cupped her chin. He leaned forward and looked at her. She’d never looked so pretty as she did right then. For a split second he wondered what the hell he was doing. He gave her a kiss on those luscious lips. They were soft and delicate. He thought. She really knows how to kiss. For ten cents he’d drop the whole charade and just curl up with her on the sofa for an afternoon make out session. For a quarter he would have sent Dora home in a cab and just settled in with Carol for good. She was just so gosh darn pretty, gorgeous, and innocent looking. Then he remembered. She could turn on him. He couldn’t trust her. He’d seen her in action. He had to go through with the plan. He didn’t tell her what he was thinking. He told her something else entirely. “You’re my little doggie girl Carol. Now be a good little doggie girl.” Bob kicked his shoes off. He almost hated himself for doing it. That is, almost hated it. “Good girls lie down. Lie down and put your head on my feet.” He pointed to the floor next to his feet. “Go on. Be a good girl.”

Carol wanted to cry. She started to tear up, but she did lie down, and she did put her head on his smelly feet. She sniffled and said. “Your feet stink.”

Bob heard Carol’s complaint, and responded. “They do? Well! We’ll have to do something about that!” He called. “Annie! Come here girl.” Annie, who was right beside them anyway, sidled over to Bob. He unlocked Annie’s end of the chain. “There you go. Run along!” With a gentle push Bob shoved Annie away. She started to amble over toward the kitchen where all the snackies and goodies were. Bob whispered to Carol. “She’s one smart doggie. Are you a smart little doggie Carol?”

Carol kept her head on Bob’s smelly feet and her mouth shut. Her eyes were filled with tears. What was wrong with this man?

Bob asked again. “Doggie Carol girl? Are you a smart little doggie?” He was enjoying his smart sarcasm. “Come on little doggie girl tell Bob.”

Carol didn’t budge.

Bob wiggled his toes under her nose. “Carol. Tell Bob you’re a smart doggie girl, or Bob will have to give his little doggie girl a spanking.”

Carol answered this time. “I’m not a dog, and I’m not answering your stupid question”

Bob stretched back and found the television remote. He turned on the television and started to graze. “Dora! Fix us a cup of coffee, and then would you mind going upstairs?”

From behind Carol could hear Dora scurrying around in the kitchen.

Carol wondered how long this would have to go on.

Dora fixed some coffee and brought Bob a cup. Then she disappeared upstairs.

Bob sipped his coffee and asked Carol. “Now are you my good little doggie girl?”

Carol was determined to stand her ground. “No.”

Bob asked again. “Do you want a spanking?”

Carol answered. “Spank me all night. I’m not a dog.”

Bob leaned down and unlocked the lock holding the chain but not the collar. He pulled her to a kneeling position. He surprised her and himself. “You looked really pretty standing outside in front of the house today. For a minute…” He stopped himself. He was going to say something like, for a minute she looked like she could have been his wife waiting at the front door, but that would never do. He stopped himself. He said. “Get out of those clothes.”

Carol took off uşak escort the outfit, folding it neatly on the floor, and sat still in front of him.

He moved to the side of the sofa. “Come up here.”

Naked but more confident Carol climbed on the sofa beside Bob.

He put his arms around her and started kissing. While he kissed her sweet lips, his hands found her breasts. He pinched her nipples, and rubbed his palms over her aureole. He pulled her closer so he was able to reach around and hold an ass cheek in his right hand. He gripped her cheek and felt between those twin clefts until he found her rectum. He fingered her ass hole all the while he continued to kiss her.

Carol found the buckle to his pants and released him from their restraint. She worked his pants and boxers down around his ankles. She started to caress his manhood, squeezing gently and stroking at the same time. He got very hard very quickly.

They both fell side by side on the sofa. He’d torn his shirt off, and their chests pressed against each other. It was his hard paps, against her soft pliant breasts. He pressed against her abdomen until his rock hard man engine found her vagina. He didn’t bother with any more fore play. He started pushing inside.

Carol responded by pushing back with her hips. With every push he penetrated deeper. They lay there, pushing and rocking. He was completely inside Lying on the sofa the way they were there was little room for much more than a few inches of movement either way, but it still felt glorious. They were so close. Every inch of their bodies touched.

He pressed in as hard as he could. She pushed back. It didn’t take long. He was filled with pent up emotion and desire, she was engorged with unreleased desire and emotion. He jammed in one more time, and up inside her his man’s juice rushed. She pressed back as hard as she could to receive every droplet of that precious fluid. It went deep inside, hot and wet.

They lay beside one another. He, still inside, but slowly receding. She pressed as closely as she could, refusing to surrender a single second of physical contact. Together they dozed off, still in tight embrace, him, though totally flaccid, still hovering in and around her sticky smoothly shaved puss.

After perhaps an hour of joyous loving gratification Bob broke the spell. “Carol. Are you going to say it now?”

Carol moaned. “Oh no.”

Bob said. “Come on.”

Carol responded. “OK. I’m your doggie.”

Bob smiled. “Good girl.” Inside he felt stupid, but he was determined to play it out. He called Annie back over and reattached the girl and the dog.

Carol asked. “Do you really have to do this?”

Bob answered. “Yes Carol. I do.”

Carol, Bob, and Annie spent most of the rest of the evening at the sofa watching television. Bob eventually stretched out, and let Carol sit up. She sat on her butt with her head even with Bob’s chest while they watched the tube. Bob fiddled her breasts. They watched the golf channel. Though the fondling felt good, Carol was bored to tears.

Bob called upstairs and, much to Carol’s chagrin, told Dora she could come back down.

Bob spent most of the rest of the time using his right hand to tickle Carol’s breasts and rubbing her face. Now with Dora nearby to watch and see Carol hated it. Twice Annie got up and ran into the kitchen. Both times Carol had to get up and follow. She had no choice. She and the dog were chained together again. The second time Annie sat in front of Dora and held up her paw. Bob yelled in that Annie was begging for a treat. Bob told Dora to give Annie one of the doggie treats, and to give Carol a grape from the refrigerator. Carol said she didn’t want a grape, but Bob made her take it anyway. He also made her kneel on the floor and hold up her hands like a dog before she could have it. Once Annie went to the back door, and Dora let her out. Carol had no choice. She had to go outside and wait while Annie peed. Carol never felt so humiliated. She was just glad only Bob and Nora were around to see it.

For the next week Bob and Carol slept together in the big bedroom on the first floor. Each evening they shared some of the most warm and loving sex imaginable. Bob was a caring and dutiful lover. Not once did he misuse her. He touched and rubbed her behind, and his fingers played in and out her anus with regularity, but not once did he try to invade her rectum with his penis. That weapon he reserved for her vagina. He was the consummate gentleman lover. Each evening, as they finished, and she lay snuggled in his arms he’d talk about his work, his plans for the house, or his plans for their child. Everything he discussed included her. She felt warm and loved. Then every morning when he left for work he saw to it she was attached to Annie. All day long she had to crawl or scoot around like a dog. He allowed her clothes while he was at work. He’d bought her several simple little rompers. They zipped up the front, had short loose pants, one-inch wide shoulder straps, and a small bib front. The bib was just barely large enough to hold even her smallish boobs in place. If she became too active or frolicked too much with Annie her boobs had a habit of popping out. Beyond the romper she was only allowed socks.

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Rapunzel

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With apologies to the Brothers Grimm

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Copyright Oggbashan May 2004

(minor edits November 2009 and 2014 and February 2016)

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

This was written long before the Disney movie Tangled.

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The prince Johann had been hunting wolves. Wolves were a continual threat to the herders of his father’s kingdom. He had left his fellow hunters far behind as he galloped after a large wolf. The wolf had run into the edge of a dense wood. Johann began to turn his horse away when it shied at a rabbit and threw him.

Johann was stunned by the fall. When he came to his horse was gone. He didn’t know where he was except that he was close to the border of the kingdom. It was dusk and there were no trails nearby. He looked around. A faint light glimmered from deep in the wood. Perhaps he could get help or directions.

Inside the wood the darkness was oppressive. Johann thought of all the dark legends of woodland creatures. He grasped his spear and loosened his sword in its scabbard. Any creature daring to approach him would suffer. The legends were for peasants. As an educated prince he knew better but even so he couldn’t help remembering some of the stories his nursemaid had told him at bedtime. Pan was sometimes a woodland creature. A sword would be useless against Pan. A wood-nymph would be welcome. He would treat a nymph with discretion and courtesy. A night with a wood-nymph was supposed to be unforgettable. Wood-nymphs were benign compared with some other woodland dwellers, real or mythical.

The light was still there but high above the forest floor. Faintly Johann heard a woman singing beautifully into the darkness. Johann sensed the edge of a clearing. As his eyes adjusted he was aware of movement. He crouched behind a bush to observe carefully. The song wrapped itself around him like a lover’s arms.

An aged crone was shuffling towards the base of a tower. The light came from high on the tower. There was no door visible.

As the crone reached the base of the tower she called out:

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair.”

Johann watched in amazement as a long tight plait of blonde hair was thrown from the high window. The crone seized hold of the hair and climbed up the tower.

He crept close to the tower. He looked all around it. There was no opening below the level of the window. On the opposite side, there was a balcony that would face the setting sun.

He heard the voice of Rapunzel and the crone arguing. Even angry Rapunzel’s voice was seductive. He must see the owner of such wonderful hair and hear her voice clearly. Why? He didn’t know.

Eventually the crone left, climbing down the plaited hair. Johann retreated to the edge of the clearing and settled down to wait for morning. He was woken by the sunrise.

He looked carefully at the tower. It had no possible opening below the window’s level. The singing had started again. He couldn’t make out the words but the tone conveyed longing and resignation. The song made him wish to relieve the hurt he could hear in the voice. He had to see Rapunzel. He stood beneath the window and called out:

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair.”

The song stopped immediately. Nothing else happened. He called out again.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair.”

“Who is there?”

The voice was trembling yet seductive.

“I am called Johann, Prince Johann.” He answered.

“I know no Prince kuşadası escort Johann,” Rapunzel answered.

“Are you a prisoner? Can I help you?” Johann shouted back.

“Yes. I am a prisoner. Can you help me? I don’t know. Do you want to risk your life for a woman you don’t know?”

“Yes. I would risk my life for a woman I don’t know. That is what Princes are supposed to do.”

“Then Princes must be very stupid men and have a short life expectancy. You haven’t even seen me. I could be ugly.”

“You have a beautiful voice and wonderful hair. I don’t think you could be ugly. Let me see. I’ll try to rescue you, whatever you look like.”

Johann thought Rapunzel said “I was right. He is stupid.” quietly before she shouted:

“I will let down my hair, Prince Johann. Remember that you asked me to. I did not coerce you or charm you. You can refuse to climb but if you do come it is your free choice. Here it comes.”

Rapunzel’s plait of hair tumbled from the window and reached to the ground. As Johann reached for it he noticed that it was tightly tied with a strong leather lace every six inches. Perhaps that reinforced it to allow climbing?

As his fingers touched Rapunzel’s hair Johann was fascinated by its texture. He had expected strong coarse hair. This hair was soft, silky and fine. It was the female hair of a man’s dreams. His hand caressed it before he took a firm grip and began to climb.

As he entered the window Rapunzel had her back turned to him. Her hair was hitched around a strong hook above the window and between the window and her head it was unplaited in a shimmering wave and unstressed. Johann pulled the plait up the wall and through the window, unwinding it from the hook.

“Rapunzel?” he said softly.

“Yes, Prince Johann? I warned you, didn’t I?”

Rapunzel turned around. She was beautiful but her look conveyed intense sadness. Her face was that of a woman in her twenties yet Johann had the impression of ages of sorrow and suffering.

“Who are you, Rapunzel?”

“That at least is different,” Rapunzel said. “The others asked why I was a prisoner. My answer to them was that I am a prisoner by my own choice. To you I say ‘I am Euryale’s daughter’.”

“I’m sorry, Rapunzel. I have never heard of Euryale. Should I have?”

“It doesn’t matter, Johann. Let me check. I have told that I am a prisoner by my own choice, that I am Euryale’s daughter and that you are risking your life. I have said all that, haven’t I?”

“Yes, Rapunzel, you said all that.”

“Good. Now I can enjoy myself. You realise that I haven’t had a man up here for years?”

“I’m not surprised. Even with your hair that was a difficult climb.”

“So I want a man — you. You don’t object?”

Prince Johann was in no state to object. Rapunzel was wearing a low cut dress. Through the strands of her blonde hair he could see a pair of breasts straining to be free from their confinement.

“No,” he said absently, “I don’t object.”

“Better. Then we strip. You strip me. I strip you.”

Rapunzel turned her back to Johann. Her dress was laced at the back. He untied and loosened it. The dress fell to the floor.

Rapunzel turned. Her hands removed his sword and belt and laid it aside. Johann stood still while she removed the rest of his clothes. Rapunzel gathered up her plaited hair into a large bundle and thrust it at him.

“Carry this and follow me,” she ordered.

Johann could barely restrain his erection as the masses of hair stroked his naked body. He followed Rapunzel through an archway to her bedchamber. She climbed onto the massive four poster bed. He joined her. She pulled on a cord at the head of the bed. The curtains shut them in together. Her hands reached for his head and pulled kocaeli escort his lips to hers. Her insistent tongue entered his mouth, fought his tongue and conquered. Her plaited hair wound around them like a soft rope.

Johann didn’t notice as Rapunzel guided her hair to entangle him. When she rolled him to his back and straddled him his arms and legs were softly restrained. Even if he had wanted to, he could not have stopped her as she rose above him before impaling herself on his erection. He gasped as he realised what she had done but the passion of her movements and his instinctive response stopped any protest.

Her lips slid over his chest. Her breasts pressed against him. His face was covered in her wonderful hair. It felt like finest silk yet had a life that silk never has. As she moved her hair on his skin aroused him to a height he had never reached. It couldn’t last and soon, too soon, he came into her body and subsided into a passive acceptance of her movements.

She continued to surround and squeeze him and her coils of plaited hair wrapped tighter but still gently caressing. His erection revived. This time he could hold back, wait, match her rhythm and give her back the orgasm she had given him. He did. She moaned a soft sultry ‘Yes’ as the pleasure enveloped her.

They lay on the bed with Johann still wrapped in Rapunzel’s arms and plaited her. Her head rested on his shoulder.

“Would you like my hair to be set free?” she murmured.

“Yes,” he answered, not realising what the implications were.

“Then cut the ties,” she ordered, passing him a small pair of scissors.

Johann started where the plait ended furthest to her head. He worked carefully, snipping each leather lace without cutting a single hair. As he progressed Rapunzel unplaited and brushed the newly released hair. It spread over Johann like a warm Pacific tide covering hot sand. It slithered over his skin bringing an enhanced sensation to every part of his body. As he cut the last binding Rapunzel shouted:

“Yes! I’m free!” and then her lips crushed against Johann’s. He dropped the scissors. They fell from the bed to the floor.

Rapunzel’s hair seemed to have come to life. Its silken strands wrapped around the whole of Johann. Rapunzel herself pulled back from his body as if surrender him to her hair. Johann was enjoying the feel of her unfettered hair around him until he realised that his whole body was contained within her hair. Only his head was free. Rapunzel was watching him pityingly as he was drowning in her tresses. His silken prison began to contract subtly. The caressing was still gentle but there was force behind it.

Johann tried to move his right arm. After an inch the hair pulled his arm back to his body and lashed it there. He tried to thrash his legs. The movement was smothered and then made impossible. Even his fingers were held still. Only his head and his naked erection remained unconfined.

The hair began to lap at his chin.

“What…?” he asked.

Rapunzel’s face appeared above him.

“Relax, Johann, and enjoy your surrender,” she breathed.

Johann might have replied if the tresses hadn’t swamped his mouth gagging him silent. They wrapped over his face and around his head, leaving his nose free. He panted through his nose as they tightened around his chest. Faintly he heard the crone’s voice.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair.”

Johann’s hope of release from his bonds vanished as Rapunzel shouted back.

“I can’t, mother. My hair is busy.”

He heard Rapunzel move away. Even as his eyes were covered he was aware that she had only used a proportion of her hair on him. She still had enough slack to be able to move around the tower. As her footsteps receded he abandoned hope and felt his konya escort consciousness receding like a cocooned fly in a spider’s web resigned to its fate. Did the fly feel as aroused as I do? he thought as his sexual bondage triggered a useless ejaculation into the air. He slipped into darkness hearing the faint voices of Rapunzel and her mother.

He woke to feel Rapunzel’s arms supporting him to a sitting position. She held a cup of water to his lips. He sipped.

“How are you?” she asked.

“Well,” he answered. ‘I’m not well,’ he thought to himself. ‘I’m trapped in her hair and at her mercy. What is she? What will happen to me?”

She answered as if she had heard his thoughts.

“You are mine. I told you I am Euryale’s daughter. I didn’t tell you that she is a Gorgon with snakes instead of hair. My hair is snake-like. I can animate it but it has a will of its own. It needs to feed and human males are its prey. It doesn’t need much. A pint of blood every year or so is enough to keep it alive so you will survive it. It took that pint of blood from you last night so you are safe from my hair.”

“You will let me go?” Johann asked.

“No. My hair is satisfied. I’m not. I want to make love to you. I have many years of abstinence to redress. I won’t wear you out too soon. Three times a day should be enough. It’s my mother you have to be afraid of. Her snakes need feeding. They have been living on small mammals in the forest but they prefer human blood. You will meet her shortly. Apart from her hair I’m very like her.”

Johann would have screamed. Rapunzel’s hair stifled it in his throat. Rapunzel left the room. Johann gazed at the archway. A nude woman with dark writhing hair stepped through it. Her body was a beautiful as Rapunzel’s but her hair was black and seething.

Johann’s struggles were useless. Rapunzel’s hair held him implacably. Euryale straddled him and pushed his erection into herself. Even as her contractions brought his attention he couldn’t take his eyes from the snakes that were her hair. The snakes’ mouths opened and reached for his body. As they touched his skin his orgasm became irresistible. He ejaculated and scarcely felt the sting as a hundred greedy mouths began biting his flesh. His blood drained away as they sucked. Johann fainted.

He awoke to find Rapunzel riding him. He drifted back into sleep as she climbed off. He woke to the sting of the snakes’ mouths. He slept until Rapunzel returned.

Hour after hour, day by day, he was growing weaker. His blood and semen were feeding the Gorgon and her daughter but how long could he survive? They were draining his lifeblood away. Rapunzel’s lovemaking was exquisite and almost worth dying to experience. Euryale’s passion was as great yet had a skill that Rapunzel didn’t have. Between them his life would be blissful if he still had a life left.

Over the next few weeks Johann leaned that there was another entry to the tower, an underground passage that was infested with venomous snakes. They would attack anyone who entered the passage. A human would be unlikely to survive more than a single step inside the passage. Euryale was a demi-goddess and part snake. Most of the snakes left her alone. Those that tried to bite her died instantly. But she didn’t like killing her snakes so she used Rapunzel’s hair when she could.

Rapunzel could pass through the passage but didn’t have Euryale’s ability to kill the snakes. The snakes might bite Rapunzel. That hurt, but couldn’t kill her. Johann couldn’t use the underground passage. He would die within seconds.

Day after day Johann lost consciousness wrapped in Rapunzel’s hair, his prick buried in her body and his mouth lapping at Euryale’s pussy. Once a week Euryale’s snakes would bite him and draw blood.

They had decided to be merciful and had kept him as their toy for only three months. Some unfortunates had survived in babbling madness for over a year. While Rapunzel was sleeping, Euryale lowered an unconscious Johann with Rapunzel’s braided hair, followed, and took Johann to the edge of the forest where she left him to live or die.

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The Milk Maid

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My co-worker, Tom, had given me the address of the hotel a year before ‘in case I ever needed to stop in Atlanta’. I’d tried all the chain hotels and several big conventions in town had booked all the rooms. If I had to go with an independent bed and breakfast to get some sleep and de-stress before my major presentation the next day, I could deal with it.

The Cherry Farm Inn looked pretty sketchy. It was basically a big, old rambling house set back from the road and hidden behind trees and bushes. I rolled up the gravel drive and parked next to a couple other cars. At least they were high end machines which spoke well of the clientele.

Pulling my roller bag along, I mounted the steps and went through the screen door.

“Hello?”

Looking around there was a lounge of sorts to the left and closed sliding doors with frosted glass to the right. A stair headed up to the second floor. The hall continued back toward some kitchen noises. Something very odd was being created in that kitchen and my nose just felt confused.

“Just a minute!” came a voice from somewhere in the house. I waited and eventually a plump woman trundled down the big stairwell. “Hello! Hello!” She opened the frosted doors with a key and opened them on to a library which had long been taken over as a sort of office for the inn. There was a board of hooks and keys leaning against some shelves, a desk piled high in paperwork, an old PC and printer, and lots of books and magazines.

“Were we expecting you or is it just your lucky day?”

“Um, last minute trip,” I explained. “All the other hotels were full. Not that you’re my last resort… well, you sort of are but you were recommended to me by a friend.”

“Oh good. Who, may I ask?”

“Tom Revelle.”

“Big Tom! Wonderful! We’ve always enjoyed having him stay with us. Any friend of Big Tom’s is a friend of ours to be sure.”

I wondered about the “Big” part but didn’t interrupt her.

“Let’s see here,” she said, flipping through papers until she found a paper calendar. “We’ve got the Goose Room or the Duck Room available this evening. Will you be with us more than one night?”

“Just the one, I’m sure. I’ve got loyalty rewards points with other places…” I tried to explain but she went on as if that was of no consequence.

“Let’s van escort go with the Goose Room then. If I could just get your credit card…”

“I’m sorry, how much will one night cost?”

“Usually all our rooms are $500 a night but seeing that you’re a first-timer, I’ll give you a special rate of $350.”

I practically choked. I didn’t care how folksy or friendly they were, my company would never pay $350 for one night at a hotel in Atlanta.

“Oh, I can’t afford that. I’m sorry to have wasted your time.”

She cocked her head and gave me a little smile. “How about this? Stay the night. If you like your stay, you pay the $350. If you’re dissatisfied in any way, no reason necessary, just pay $100 and we’ll wish you well on your way.”

That certainly sounded safer but it all felt very unusual. She kept looking at me like she knew me better than a stranger should. I couldn’t decide.

“Holly!” she called out.

“Well, I’m not sure.”

A girl came up to the office from back in the kitchen. She had a bit of flour on her nose and was wearing a loose white shirt and jeans under her apron. She was very pretty and the shirt gave me a healthy look at her ample cleavage. Her face was heart-shaped but young and lovely. She was maybe twenty years old as best as I could judge.

“We still have leftovers from dinner for a weary traveler, don’t we?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she nodded. “There’s some chicken, green beans, corn bread, and a slice of apple pie.”

I’ll admit I was still drinking in how sexy Holly was when I agreed to take the room and handed over my AMEX.

The owner, Mrs. Patty, sat with me as I ate the left-over dinner. She had a very easy manner and chatted about this and that as I ate. Holly remained in the kitchen where she was making bread for the morning.

It was almost eleven before I finally headed up the stairs to the Goose Room.

“Oh, Mr. James,” called Mrs. Patty. “When do you want your Wake-up Service?”

I did a quick calculation in my head. “Six thirty should be early enough to give the room a call.”

“Oh we’ll get you up,” she said with a knowing smile and left me to go to my room. I wondered a little at that but was too tired to care. A full belly of delicious food and yalova escort I was ready to sleep.

The Goose Room was easily found based on the carved goose on the door. It was dominated by a large bed in a finely crafted four-poster frame. I hung my suit and put out my clothes and toiletries for the morning in the little bathroom. There wasn’t a TV in the room which was fine by me.

I stripped down to my boxers and got in the big bed. It was a bit softer than the ‘rock’ I slept on at home, but it felt very cozy and I don’t even remember turning off the bedside light.

I was dreaming about being on a trampoline as a big cat climbed on, jostling me around. The cat was tiger-big but seemed friendly and I wasn’t scared in the dream. It began to lick me with its rough tongue which felt sort of good.

It wasn’t until her lips slipped over my cock that I really pulled myself out of the confusion of the dream to realize that someone was in bed with me. That someone was under the covers and was quickly bringing my cock to full erection.

I had no idea what was happening but it felt so good I didn’t stop it. I rationalized that I must still be dreaming but I really didn’t care. I felt her moving and saw the mound in the comforter shifting until I felt her breasts against my leg. Her hand was lightly stroking my cock as her tongue danced around the head.

I let out a small moan of appreciation and closed my eyes. I’d had blowjobs before in my life though not very often. Frankly, they’d all left me a little disappointed either because the woman obviously didn’t want to be doing it or they just didn’t know how to make it feel good.

This mystery woman in my bed was neither of those. I could hear her humming happily and her touch was exquisite. She knew how to go fast and then slow, driving me toward a peak but letting me cool off a little before I got too far. Her fingers cradled my balls making them feel big and swollen with cum.

It didn’t take long for her to pull out all the stops and begin to swallow more and more of my penis. I felt my head push into her throat easily as her lips pressed firmly to the skin around the base of my shaft. I’d never felt that before and it was like the tightest, wettest pussy in the world… a pussy with a tongue çorlu escort to stroke my shaft.

“Oh uh oh yes I’m gonna…” I fumbled as I realized that she wasn’t going to back off again. She began to gently squeeze my balls and drew back to suck hard around my head. I lost it completely and my body jerked as I came. My balls clenched in her fingers and I could feel the jets of hot cum shooting up my cock and into her hot mouth. I don’t remember cumming so hard or so long. It left my balls aching from their efforts when I finally relaxed.

I felt my cum in her mouth as her tongue swept around my cock head. She held on to my head with her lips and I felt her swallow which was so sexy I almost felt myself stiffen a little. She licked the head of my cock clean before releasing it. I felt her pull my boxers back over my soft cock before she slipped out of the bed. I tried to reach to her and pull her to me but she was a little too fast.

I watched as she turned two lights on in the room to their low setting: soft enough not to make my eyes wince but enough to make sure I didn’t slip back to sleep. Holly was completely naked. She was beautiful with mussed hair down past her shoulders, at least D-cup breasts, and lots of curves everywhere.

“Have a nice morning, Mr. James,” she said as she went to the door. I was speechless as she left and shut the door. As I lay there, I could hear her knock on the next room’s door and say softly, “Wake-up Service…”

By the time I got down for breakfast, I felt fantastic. I was dressed well and easily packed for my flight home that night. Mrs. Patty served a big breakfast and I sat down at the dining room table with a few other men and women who were staying at the inn. I couldn’t help but exchange knowing looks with the men and even the women. No one mentioned anything as we ate preferring to pass the time with trivialities like the weather.

I met Mrs. Patty at the office before I was going to leave. I handed her my own credit card.

“So did you like your stay?” she asked as hunted up my paperwork.

“Charge the $500, Mrs. Patty, please. And I’d like to come back next month.”

“Excellent, I’m glad you liked it.” She processed the charge and gave me my receipt. “Maybe next time you’ll take advantage of our ‘Sweet Dreams’ service as well. When you know your next trip dates, just give us a call. You can get me by asking for the Farmer’s Daughter.”

I raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“If you’re the Farmer’s Daughter, then Holly is…”

“Why she’s the Milk Maid, silly!”

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Shoe Store

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If you’ve ever been to Eighth Street in Manhattan you must have noticed the shoe stores. Hundreds of people, tourists, NYU students, serious shoppers, surge into and out of them every day looking for bargains. Every language you can imagine is heard there: Japanese, Hebrew, Arabic, Spanish, you get the idea.

My girlfriend Nancy dragged me there late one Sunday afternoon after an intense day of shopping in the Village. I silently gritted my teeth. Nancy must have owned at least 200 pairs of shoes, and I must admit that to my mind one pair of black sandals with a chunk heel is pretty much the same as any other. This attitude is met with derisive scorn, as if I were an imbecile for failing to note the microscopic differences between a fifty- dollar shoe and a five-hundred-dollar shoe.

Hey, I’m a guy. Give me an every day pair of sneakers and one good pair of shoes and I’m set for life.

As I wistfully thought about taking the PATH back to Hoboken Nancy sized up about a hundred shops with identical windows. Finally she picked a store and we went in. To my tired eyes it looked like any other shoe store I’d been dragged to. There was the usual selection of sandals, sneakers, and sensible every day shoes, and nothing leapt out at me. We were the only customers in the place. The salesclerk slumped by the cash register reading a magazine. She wore a bored expression like a weapon. She was some kind of surly Eurotrash, decked out in a skin tight belly shirt and micro mini. Her stylishly short bottle-blonde hair was slightly unkempt by the end of the day. Her navel was adorned by a gleaming little ring. On her well-tanned bare legs were a chunky pair of shiny black platforms. Her name, she said with a yawn, was Sabine. If we needed any help we were to let her know soon, as she was closing up at six and wasn’t staying a moment later.

Nancy poked around the store for awhile, and I cooled my heels looking out the window, watching the traffic go by and wishing for a cold beer. She turned into a little alcove at the back of the store and I heard her gasp. Curious, I ventured back there. “Look at these,” she said with a slight flush in her face. The alcove featured several dozen pairs of outlandish shoes, with outrageous colors, textures and absurd heel heights. Many of these were well within the range of fetish footwear. Now these were the kinds of shoes I’d pay attention to! Nancy was transfixed by one pair in particular. She referred to a pair of shiny black thigh high platform boots. Even in this outlandish assortment they leapt out from among the other shoes. The soles of the boots were two inches thick and the wicked looking stilettoes towered a good six inches high. They were quite simply the hottest boots I’ve ever seen. I thought of those cartoons with the sexy devil girls in boots and felt my underwear get a bit tighter.

Nancy removed them from the shelf and eyed them from every direction. She smiled in delight when she made out her reflection in the material. Running her hand over the shiny surface she made a small yummy noise. “Here, feel this,” she said. She ran the gleaming shaft of the boot across my cheek. The sensation was smooth and cool, not like leather at all. She put the boot on the floor and held it up to her leg. “My God, I’ve never seen boots like these! Talk about fuck me shoes. I want them.” I had the feeling that I was going to be out a couple hundred bucks very soon, but the idea of seeing my girlfriend in those boots offset the financial hit I was in for.

When Sabine saw Nancy playing with the boot she perked up. Stubbing out her cigarette and marking her place in the magazine she got up and expressed interest in us for the first time. “I didn’t figure you for this type of shoe,” she trabzon escort said. “In fact, you looked so boring, so suburban, that I was just waiting for you to leave so I could go home early.” I bristled at the insult. I mean, I’m a Jersey guy, sure, but there’s no need to be rude. She and Nancy started chatting, though, and I knew I was in for the long haul.

After an eternity in the stock room Sabine found the proper size and brought them out to Nancy. As my girlfriend slipped out of her Reeboks Sabine stopped her. “These boots are designed to hug the leg exactly,” she lectured. “You’d never get them up over your jeans. If you want to try these on the jeans will have to come off.” Nancy looked at Sabine and then at me. Her face flushed deep red. “It’s up to you,” Sabina continued and turned back to the stockroom.

Nancy looked at me again and I shrugged. It was her call. “Can I get some privacy, at least? Isn’t there a dressing room, or a ladies room or something?” She reluctantly looked at the devil boots laying in the box at her feet. “I’m not dropping my pants in the middle of the store!”

Lighting another cigarette Sabine gestured around. “The store is empty. It’s the end of the day. Who will see? Here, this is what I will do. Maybe you will be more comfortable.” She walked up front and flipped the open/closed sign. The shades were pulled down and the exterior neon sign turned off. “There now, we’re closed.” Sabine returned to us and smiled. “I promise you, no one will know or see. Or care, for that matter.”

Nancy took a breath and steeled herself. I knew that look. When she really wanted something, when she made her mind up, there was no turning back. She unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down, staring me in the eye. Sabine watched her coolly, smoking. There was a charge in the air. I felt the first stages of one of the biggest hard-ons of my life. Nancy wriggled her jeans down and kicked them off. She stood there with her hands on her hips, wearing a flushed expression, her Shonen Knife T shirt and her white cotton Calvin Klein underpants. She looked great.

Sabine took her over to a comfortable chair and sat her down. Nancy slipped her right foot inside its matching boot. Sabine gently took it and extended her leg until my girlfriend’s ankle rested on her knee. Sabine wrapped the shaft up and around Nancy’s leg. Holding the boot together with one hand she reached down and slowly worked the zipper up, straightening the boot as she went along. When she was finished the boot ended less than six inches from Nancy’s crotch. The process was repeated until my girlfriend sat there with two new gleaming black legs. Standing up carefully Nancy hobbled around the store on the unfamiliar heels with Sabine beside her, hand on her arm. As Nancy sauntered around the store, figuring out her new stride, she walked straighter, more confidently. There was a look on her face I hadn’t seen before. I liked it.

Nancy was soon striding across the hard floor, heels clacking loudly in the small space, as if she’d worn the heels for years. Sabine sat there admiring her. My girlfriend strode over to me and stared, hand on hips. The contrast between her pale skin and soft white cotton and the shiny black patent leather took my breath away. I reached out and ran my hand along her booted leg. As I admired the slick smoothness I was startled to feel Sabine’s hand there too. “Those are lovely boots,” she said in her soft European accent. “Most of the customers, the tourists, see them on display and snicker, as if they are a novelty item. No one really appreciates the beauty of a fine boot.” She stubbed out her cigarette and got up. “In fact, you have inspired me. I’ll be right tunceli escort back.” When she left the room Nancy and I ate each other’s faces in the deepest, wettest kiss we’d ever shared. I ran my hands over her tits and ass and between her legs. I wasn’t entirely surprised to feel wetness. Her hand was simultaneously rubbing my hard-on until I thought I’d burst my zipper. The ride home was going to be very long indeed, I thought.

When she returned from the stock room, Sabine had replaced her platforms with a pair of white leather thigh high boots. No stranger to this footwear, she sauntered around the shop in her four-inch stilettos as if she were in everyday flats. Her skirt had been discarded, and the thong she wore barely covered her obviously shaved pussy. “I’ve wanted to try these on for some time,” she said. “I just haven’t had the opportunity.”

Sabine dragged over two chairs. She arranged them side-by-side and sat down in one. Patting the empty seat she smiled at Nancy and invited her over. Nancy returned the smile and sat down. Sabine beckoned me over. Grabbing Nancy’s hand as if they were grade-school best friends, she made a proposition. “Let’s have a contest,” she said. “Let’s see whose boots you admire more.” Sabine smiled and stuck her foot out. Her white leather boots had a pungent animal scent and a sharp taste assaulted my tongue when it made contact. When Sabine shifted about in her seat there was an almost inaudible creak as the virgin leather bent and folded. It was soft and supple like that on a fine lady’s glove. I kissed and rubbed my face over her finely arched foot and up her leg. Smiling devilishly she reached her elegant foot out and pressed the sole hard into my throbbing hard-on. A few pulses of her foot and I was groaning.

Nancy’s boots were form-fitting and shone like black glass. They didn’t really have a taste, but there was a slight indescribable aroma as I got close. My tongue slid madly over the slick surface. I covered the length of her boot with caresses, kisses and licks, and repeated the process on her other leg. As I caressed her legs her warmth radiated through the patent. In the corner of my eye I saw Sabine playing with herself, frigging quickly as she watched me worship my girlfriend. I felt Nancy grab my hair and mash my face into her boots, and the world began to spin.

“You look uncomfortable,” Sabine whispered salaciously to me. “Your jeans are all bunched, that must hurt so bad,” she continued. I took the hint. I exchanged looks with Nancy and she nodded silently, her face red with uncertainty and desire. I disengaged myself from her and stood up, which was more difficult than I expected. My jeans and underwear came down in one swoop, the waistband on my jockeys tearing at the motion. I tore off my shirt, nearly shredding it too, and I stood naked in a shoe store in front of two gorgeous booted women.

I forgot all about Hoboken.

Sabine and Nancy began rubbing their legs together, playing booted footsie for me. The soft squeak of leather and patent rubbing together in the deathly silent store filled my ears like a church bell. The two women smiled and continued holding hands, the look on their faces inviting me to join them. I fell to my knees and dove in face first.

I knelt directly between them and each girl placed a boot on my shoulders. I swung my head madly from side to side, kissing leather here, licking patent there, rubbing my cheeks against each boot, marveling in the differences mere inches away from either side of my face. My penis, with no hand stimulation at all, was slapping my belly like a piece of steel. When I opened my eyes from my reverie I saw both Nancy and Sabine rubbing themselves furiously, uşak escort Nancy with her eyes closed and Sabine staring directly at me as I worshipped her. Even though virgin leather was only inches from my nose I began to smell aroused female.

“I believe you have made your choice,” Sabine husked. She released Nancy’s hand and leaned in close to her. I thought she was going to french Nancy but instead Sabine gave her a quick buss on the cheek. “Stand up, love. Your man has a gift for you.” Nancy rose from her chair and stood before me. Her underpants vanished in the blink of an eye. From my vantage point she seemed ten feet tall. I smiled at her and rubbed my cheek against her booted thigh, her pubic hair slightly scratching my forehead. Her familiar aroma, inches away, filled my senses. Nancy smiled and ruffled my hair gently, her eyes calm yet burning.

Sabine got up as well and stood beside Nancy. She gently took my girlfriend’s arm and turned her around. I was now facing Nancy’s ample, delicious ass, the ass she was embarrassed by but that I loved. I couldn’t resist planting a little kiss on her asscheek and she giggled like a schoolgirl.

Sabine gently nudged me forward until I was hugging Nancy’s legs. I guessed what she wanted and slid my penis between her boots. The warmth of her legs radiated through the patent, warming my surrounded penis and my groping hands. Nancy slowly rocked back and forth, the smooth warm plastic slipping past my dick, lubricated nicely with pre-cum. The sensations were overwhelming and I was soon humping her legs. Nancy frigged herself with one hand and slid her other hand madly over her breasts and down to her boots, caressing the patent covering her splendid thighs. Her ass bobbed in and out of my face and I nuzzled greedily with every chance I got.

Sabine stood beside us, urging us on. She would nudge my face with her leather and I soon switched over from Nancy’s ass to her delicious tangy leather. She grabbed my hair, harder than Nancy had, and mashed my nose into her white booted thigh. Her thong was practically shredded by her pumping fingers, and I had a front-row seat of her shaved pussy consuming two, then three fingers as she diddled. The sensations soon overwhelmed me and all control was lost.

My poor penis squirted, hitting Nancy’s boots with a splat. It was a mind-blowing sight, gooey white running down the insides of two shiny black booted legs. I fell back, panting and sweating, penis dripping on the carpet. Nancy came hard, hips bucking and hair flying. Sabine also got off, nostrils flaring, making little snorts as she did so. The room smelled of sweat, leather and cum, a perfume combination that I had never experienced before but now loved.

I still knelt between the women, head spinning. Sabine bent down and ran her fingers through my still-warm goo on Nancy’s boots, running it around the black patent. She then stood again and put her arm around my girlfriend’s shoulder. With a smile she offered her cum-dripped finger to Nancy. Nancy stared for a moment and then tentatively stuck out her tongue. Sabine swirled her finger around and then slid the digit into Nancy’s mouth. My girlfriend eagerly sucked Sabine’s finger clean as I stared dumfounded. Sabine swiped more cum off Nancy’s legs and licked her fingers, eyes shut in ecstacy. “It’s only right to clean up afterwards,” she murmured. Nancy giggled.

“We cannot neglect you either, my love,” Sabine grinned, and then pushed my face into my own cum on Nancy’s legs. I resisted at first, disgusted, but then sampled my own essence for the first time. Before I knew it, I had eagerly swabbed Nancy’s boots to a sparkling shine once again.

Nancy and I dressed quietly afterwards, not quite embarrassed but puzzled at what had just transpired. Sabine lit another cigarette and smiled as she rang up both her boots and Nancy’s. I didn’t even blink as I signed the five hundred dollar receipt. “You realize that I will keep the white boots myself,” she said, “in case you wish to return.”

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The Long-Haul Driver Pt. 04.2

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Part 4 – The Orthodontist’s Office – Chapter 2

When I leave Janet’s work area, I take time to walk to the windows in the front of the office and take a look outside. I am not really surprised to see that it is snowing fairly heavily. With the city being in the valley at the base of a mountain, it is not that uncommon for us to get some snow in the evenings as the air cools off, but this seems to be heavier than usual. Judging by the amount of snow already on the ground, it is probably snowing quite a bit higher up in the mountains. Having spent quite a bit of time driving with Michelle, I already know that the roads can get covered in snow fast, and that it doesn’t take much to cause the roads to get a layer of ice under the snow, which can really slow down the trucks coming through the mountains.

I wander through the store towards the receiving bay, taking an indirect route through the clothing area of the store. I see that the staff have been busy today rearranging and restocking their area, having received a large shipment of new merchandise a few days previously. I had unloaded the truck and had taken the time to check out some of the boxes, enjoying seeing that some of the styles had a more sexy look to them, since it was the stores christmas shipment and it had a more romantic theme to it.

The lingerie section of the clothing department had a good selection of garterbelts, stockings and bras, which was normal for the holiday season, but there are also several styles of corsets, basques, merrywidows and bodysuits, which were not things that are normally sold in the store. Michelle was into bodysuits and I saw a red one with red lace cups that had a lace flower right where her nipples would be, the nice thing being that it doesn’t have an underwire, which she does not like, because her breasts are so small that they did not need the support. She already had a lace shirt that she could wear the bodysuit underneath. I make a mental note to myself to have one set aside for her to try on the next time she is at the store.

As I am looking over the new selection, one of the part-time sales girls comes over and stands beside me. I have seen her around the store before, but since she is a recent hire, haven’t had a chance to meet her and talk to her to get to know her. “You’re the night receiver, I’ve seen you around the store. My name is Brenda. We have some more stock that we haven’t put out yet in the stock room, why don’t you come with me and we can take a look at what is there together. It is very quiet in the store tonight and I have all my other work done ahead of time, and the store is about to close.” Brenda looks to be in her early twenties, has long wavy auburn hair and is probably not quite five feet tall in her bare feet, but since she is wearing fairly tall heels — about 3 1/2 inches -, looks taller than that. Her build is slim and athletic, but what really stands out is her chest, which can accurately be described as spectacular. My guess is probably a DD cup, but on her slim body looks bigger. I am taking this all in as I turn towards her, my gaze, starting at her feet and working upwards, pauses as I reach her chest. She pulls her arms back slightly, causing her breasts to become slightly more accentuated, as my gaze continues upwards. At the angle that she is standing to me there is a slight gap showing between the buttons of her uniform blouse, giving me a glimpse of black lace and pale skin.

When my gaze reaches her face, she has a smile on her face which lets me know that she has seen that my gaze has paused at her chest, before continuing upwards to her face. Her lips are covering most of her teeth in a way that shows that she is trying to hide them from public view out of habit. “I don’t have time to do that right now, I have to get back to the receiving bay in a few minutes, but I might have a little time after the store closes. Give me a call in receiving when you have closed your department for the night. If we don’t have time to do it tonight, give me a call in receiving the next time you have an evening shift.”

As I pass the deli department on my way to the receiving bay, Sherri, the deli supervisor calls to me. It has been a while since I have seen Sherri, since I am usually in the back of the store around closing time and don’t really have much to do with the deli other than putting the new stock in their cooler after all the deli staff is long gone. “Have you talked karaman escort to Troy yet this evening? He was looking for you a little while ago, something to do with the trucks being delayed by the snow.” It was not unusual for her to be seen with Troy, one of the assistant store managers, since they were known to be seeing each other, sometimes sneaking away during work hours for a quick rendezvous in her office. I do a quick visual inspection of how she is dressed, but her makeup including her lipstick doesn’t seem to be in need of a touch-up.

“No, I was busy earlier up in the new orthodontists office moving some stuff around for them. They are just about ready to open to the public. I am heading to receiving right now. Are you and Troy closing the store tonight? You haven’t both been working the evening shift for a while.” I reply.

“Troy and I were up there earlier today checking out the office. He got them to give me a tour of their treatment rooms as well as showing me what they will be doing when they treat their patients. I got to experience what the patients will be going through at the start of their treatment. The Doctor had one of the assistants do a digital scan of my jaws and teeth, which I got to see on the computer, then they took impressions of both of my jaws along with a wax bite impression of how my teeth and jaws line up. By the time they were done with that, the Doctor had been given enough time to look at the computer scan to give me an initial assessment for a proposed treatment plan.” The whole time she had been talking I had been getting very brief flashes of silver from the back of her mouth. “Since Troy is the one who is responsible for making decisions about approval for treatment for the staff here, he sat in on my consultation. After the Doctor reviewed all my scans and developed a treatment plan, Troy had them put molar bands on since I had enough space without needing spacers installed. They put in bands with headgear tubes since the other bands haven’t arrived yet. I can have them removed in a few days if I want.” With that she gave me a big smile that exposed the bands on her molars. “Even though I had braces in my teens, my teeth have shifted slightly as I got older, probably because I didn’t wear my retainer the way I was supposed to. The Doctor said that my teeth are fine as they are and don’t need to be corrected, although there are a few things that can be done if I want them to. I think that Troy looks so sexy with his braces that I am considering getting treatment again. Last time I had full metal bands on most of my teeth with metal brackets on my front teeth. If I do get braces again, I will push to get ceramic brackets on most of my teeth this time.” Once more she gave me smile with that hint of sparkle to it. Since she is Troy’s girlfriend, I didn’t think she would have any trouble getting her treatment approved.

Just then there was an announcement that “the store was now closed for the day and that all customers are to proceed to the tills to pay for their purchases.” Sherri turns and heads towards the front of the store as I head towards the back. I take my time walking to the receiving area, knowing that there will not be any trucks scheduled to arrive for quite some time yet. Just like I always do at the beginning of my shift, I log onto the terminal at my workstation and go through my Email. There are the usual ‘company employee’ notices relating to things that the employees might be interested in, such as new internal job postings, any changes to work hours because of holidays, and other store related information.

Then there are several messages for the receiving department. The one that catches my eye is right at the top of that section, since it is highlighted and is flagged as important. It is a weather report for the district letting all the stores know that there is a winter storm warning, and that all the trucks will be late arriving. The main distribution warehouses would send out updates to the various stores as the trucks departed with an estimated time of arrival. I open up a new window on the computer and go to the highways department website to check the road conditions between the warehouses and this store. Several of the roads have heavy snow-fall alerts on them and the one to this store has an avalanche warning on it. I have driven that road many times with Michelle and now that if the wind is blowing from the ocean side of kars escort the mountain, that they will close the road rather than risk having vehicles caught in an avalanche. There are only two other roads that the trucks can take to bypass the mountain and both of them take at least two and a half hours longer in good weather, and since it is snowing heavily, it could take as much as five hours if those roads aren’t closed too.

The last group of messages are in my employee message box. These are for me only and are usually from store management, although sometimes other staff members do send messages. We are all told that the messages can be monitored by the security department and that we shouldn’t use it for personal messages. I don’t usually send personal messages to people in the store unless it is for something that isn’t really important. Tonight, I decide to send Brenda a quick ‘thank you’ note and include my personal email address, home phone and cell number. I scroll through the names, which are listed by last name alphabetically, looking for ‘Brenda’. There is only one and it is right above Sherri’s. I send the note and then read a few more messages from management.

Just then a new message pops into my in-box from Troy. I click on it to find that it says, “All overnight staff is being sent home because of the weather. They are to be ready to receive a call if they are needed, but that we do not think that the trucks will be arriving tonight because of the road conditions. All other staff not already in the store has been notified not to come in. The exception is the receiving staff, who will be staying overnight to handle any unexpected deliveries. All other staff is requested to leave as soon as the store has closed.”

The intercom comes on and I hear, “The store is now closed for the night. Can all staff please check your departments for anyone still shopping and then you can leave for the night.” I am just about to have the whole store to myself for the rest of the night. My phone rings and the number that shows in the display is the extension that Troy uses.

“Hello, receiving.” I answer.

“I just received a call from the warehouse letting me know that the main road into town has been closed because of the avalanche hazard. They are holding all the trucks at the warehouse until the weather improves. You probably won’t have any trucks until the local deliveries start in the morning. I already called the night-shift grocery supervisor and he is calling all his staff and letting them know to stay home tonight. Have a good night and don’t work to hard.” I could hear the humour in his Troy’s voice as he said the last sentence.

“I’ll try to keep myself busy. You have a good night.” I respond and then I hear him hang up. Before I can return the phone to the cradle, it rings again. “Unlisted number” appears in the display. I pick it up and respond, “Hello, receiving. How my I help you?”

“Did I just hear that you are going to be all alone in the store tonight? How would you like a little unexpected company to keep you awake. I still have a few things that I want to do yet before I go home.” There is no mistaking that sexy voice for anyone but Janet, especially when she puts that seductive purr into it.

“You heard right. I will be all by my lonesome self in this big store all night. If you wanted to keep me company, I will not complain. What are you working on, anyway?”

“Right now I am working on your impression models. I just finished pouring the mixture into the moulds and have to let it harden over night. I will be busy for the next couple of hours, but after that, I will have the rest of the night free. I have a few ideas of what we can do, but I’m not going to tell you what just yet. Come up and see me after everyone is gone.” There is a pause and then Janet says, “I might want to put you back into my chair later.” And before I can say anything, she hangs up.

I pull a chair over to the computer and sit down to continue reading the rest of my messages. Just as I am finishing my response to the last message, I see an eye below a head of long curly auburn hair peek around the corner. The one eye becomes two and a nose, then a face. It is a face that I have seen just a little while ago. The face is followed by the tip of a breast, which gradually becomes a whole breast, then two very spectacular breasts encased in a very snug fitting sleeveless knit top kıbrıs escort with several buttons undone, revealing a hint of cleavage. The head does a quick survey of the area, and then satisfied that I am the only one around, ducks back briefly before coming around the corner again, this time with the rest of the body with it.

“Janet ssaid that I sshould keep you company for a while. I already told my Mom to go home, and that I had made arrangements to get a ride later. Everyone elsse hass left. Troy and my mom were the lasst oness to leave the sstore. I decided that I would try on some of the clothess from my department.” She moved over to the bright spot on the floor underneath one of the lights. When she had ducked back behind the corner, she had undone a couple more buttons and the stretch in the one size to small top was doing a good job of showing off her substantial cleavage. I can see the outline of her underwired push-up bra through the material of the top, although it isn’t see-through. I had seen the top displayed on one of the mannequins before, but it didn’t look this good. Below that, she has on a form-fitting leather-like skirt that stops well above her knees. On her feet she has on a pair of boots that I know for sure are not sold in this store. When I had seen her earlier, I had thought that her heels were high, but the knee length boots she has on now are easily six inches high at the spiky metal heel, with a platform under the boot-toes. The remaining leg area is covered by black lace-patterned stockings with just a hint of the gray lace at the tops slightly showing below the hem of the skirt. She starts to do a slow-motion spin in the middle of the bright spot on the floor, first in one direction then the other. “Sso, what do you think of thiss outfit.”

“Very impressive. It fits you extremely fine. If I knew you better, I would be saying things like “Hot”, “Seductive”, “Flirty” and “Enticing”.

I could hear the extended ss’s in her speech, and the reason became clear to me when Brenda gave me a broad, open-mouthed smile. When she smiled at me this time, she wasn’t trying to hide her teeth from me, in fact it was quite the opposite, she was deliberately flashing them at me. Her front teeth were all just slightly twisted because of the crowding of the teeth behind them. She had a very small open-bite that was hard to see if it wasn’t being looked for. Janet knows that I have an eye for females that need orthodontic work and that I am turned on by females with orthodontic appliances. I could see the cause of the extended esss in her mouth. It was what looked like a set of lingual braces with molar bands for headgear. When she saw me looking at her mouth, she opened wider and slowly turned to different angles, giving me a slow-motion examination of her mouth. “Janet ssayss that I am to get you all hot and bothered, but that you are only allowed to look but not touch. She hass a ssurprisse planned for you later tonight, so she wantss you in the right sstate of mind. Horny and wanting. She ssuggested that we go check out some of the new christmasss sshipment, the sstuff that hassn’t been put onto the floor yet. Janet and I picked through the boxsess yesssterday afternoon and sshe found some sstuff that she really liked. Ssshe would like me to get your opinion on ssome of them.”

I don’t know if I would call it a lisp, probably more of a speech impediment, from the lingual braces. Those extended ess’s were having a definite effect on me both anatomically and mentally, not to mention all the glimpses I am getting of the metal in her mouth. I say, “Let me put a notice on the door to call my cell if anyone shows up.”

She bounces up and down slightly, which does wonderfully tantalizing things to her breasts. “I’ll meet you in the storage area, don’t take to long.” She does one more complete twirl in the pool of light and then walks off. I watch her butt cheeks sensually undulate away from me above her spike-heeled boots. Just before she disappears around the corner, she looks over her shoulder and makes sure that I am watching her walk away.

We have a magnetic sign that we stick on the door whenever we will be away from the receiving department for an extended period of time. I write my number on a piece of tape, stick it to the sign and place it on the outside of the door. The clothing department has a storage area at the other end of the warehouse area, which is where I expect to find Brenda. However, when I get there, I don’t see her around, just a note for me on the desk. “Janet had set aside all the things that she wants your opinion on. I have everything in the changing rooms already. There is a chair waiting for you on the floor in front of changing rooms. Sit down and wait there.”

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Sexy Feet of my Cousin

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I have had a foot fetish ever since I was a child. Unfortunately, I never had any avenues to satisfy my fondness for feet. During the course of my teenage years into my early twenties, I dated, made out, and went round the bases with girls my own age, and while I enjoyed a very normal sex life, I was in no position to explore my foot fetish. I kept my fetish strictly confidential. I would have been far too embarrassed to admit to any of my high school or college girlfriends that I was interested in their feet. So for the first 21 years of my life, my yearning to kiss and sniff pretty young feet was relegated to nothing more then masturbation fodder.

One summer when I was 25 years old, that all changed and I finally got my first real encounter with a pair of hot ‘n’ sexy feet. It was what I had been waiting for all my life. I just never would have imagined in my wildest dreams whose feet it would be that would finally satisfy my secret fetish.

My cousin Gitanjali is an extremely cute girl, she is about 5′ 6″, 116 pounds, fair skinned, short dark brown hair, blue eyes, nice firm b-cups, with very attractive well cared for feet. If I had to compare Gitanjali to someone famous, I would say she bares a resemblance to Sharon Stone, but I think Gitanjali is much prettier. Gitanjali is 6 years younger then I, so at the time she was 19. She often would spend her summers with my family at my parent’s lakefront summer cottage in the green mountains of New Delhi.

I would usually meet up with my family in New Delhi for a few weeks on my summer break from school and Gitanjali and I would hang out, go fishing, hiking, swimming, and sometimes camp out in the surrounding woods. Ever since we were children we were more like best friends then actual cousins.

So this one summer, I had joined my family at their vacation home in New Delhi as usual, and as usual Gitanjali was there. She looked really great. She really had blossomed from the little girl I used to pal around with into a complete knockout. Prior to this summer, I had never looked at her in a romantic or sexual way, but I couldn’t help be taken aback by how stunning she had become. Still she was technically my cousin, so I didn’t allow my thoughts on her to go any further then admiring her looks for a brief moment or two. I knew she always had a crush on me when we were kids, but it was purely innocent kid stuff, and just due to the fact that she was my cousin, any thoughts of her in an impure way were quickly suppressed.

I do remember one occasion that perhaps planted the seed for what was about to unfold; one hot afternoon we were laying out on the dock getting some sun and I innocently glanced over at her feet. I remember being kind of startled when I caught myself beginning to get aroused by the site of them. I quickly looked away feeling kind of “weirded out,” but I just brushed it off and tried to forget about the incident.

We spent the first two weeks doing the usual swimming, boating, water-skiing, fishing, having fun in the sun, etc. One gorgeous day we decided it would be a good idea to pack up some gear, hike up the nearby mountain and camp out on “The peak” (as we called it) for the night. We grabbed our sleeping bags, a tent, a cooler filled with a 6-pack of hot-dogs, a rize escort 12-pack of beer, and we’re off. Four hours later we were completely exhausted and drenched in sweat when we finally completed the steep grueling trek to the top of the mountain. We made a nice little campsite on the rocky mountain peak. The view from the mountain top was incredible.

By the time the tent was pitched and the campfire was burning the sun had begun to set. We sat back and drank some beers while we talked and enjoyed the most brilliant sunset I have ever witnessed. Gitanjali also produced a joint; we smoked that and then cooked some wieners for dinner over the crackling fire. We spent the next several hours drinking beer, talking, smoking, and just enjoying the majesty of the starry night sky.

Perhaps she was tired after our long hike, perhaps she was a little too stoned and drunk, perhaps both, as Gitanjali stood up and informed me she was totally spent and was going to retire into the tent for the evening. I said goodnight to her and told her I would follow her in after I finished another beer. I gazed at the stars for another 15 minutes or so while finishing one last beer, and then proceeded to join my cousin in the tent.

I crawled through the tent flaps on my knees and was immediately graced with the sight of Gitanjali passed out on top of her sleeping bag. She didn’t even bother to change her clothes. She was still wearing her black tank top and cutoff Jeans shorts. I also noticed that she didn’t even bother to take off her sneakers. I thought I should at least take them off for her, so I untied her laces and slid her sneakers off her bare sockless feet.

Now what happened next could have been due to the pot and beer, or it could have just been the site of her irresistible feet. I remember staring at her feet; they were very curvy and sensual. She had perfect toes, neatly trimmed and painted with a clear/whitish gloss.

I then took one of her sneakers which I was still holding in my hand and covered my nose with the mouth of the shoe. I deeply inhaled. The odor was overwhelming, very musty and pungent. I quickly threw the sneaker down and dove onto my own sleeping bag. I didn’t react in the manner I did because I was disgusted by the strong odor of her sneaker, but because I was totally disgusted with myself for an act that I perceived as deviant, possibly even incestuous. In hindsight I can look back and laugh at my initial reaction to this, but at that moment I was ashamed and very “weirded out” by what I had done. Maybe if she hadn’t been my cousin, it would have been different, I don’t know.

Our sleeping bags were laid out next to one another head to foot (I.E: My head was inline with her feet, and vice versa) I first rolled over on my side and tried to forget the sneaker sniffing incident. I just told myself that I was drunk and it was no big deal, I didn’t do anything wrong. Yet at the same time I began to think about the odor of her sneaker and as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I wasn’t repulsed by that strong acrid smell, on the contrary I was quite aroused by it! I remember feeling very confused about all of this and I just closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep.

I guess it was about 30 minutes sakarya escort or so later, while half asleep I rolled over onto my left side to reposition myself. I remember opening my heavy eyelids and immediately noticing my sleeping cousins gorgeous feet before me, not six inches from my face! She was laying on her side as well, her back turned to me with her legs together slightly bent so that the bottoms of her feet were perfectly parallel to my face. The moonlight shined in from the open tent flap spotlighting her feet, showcasing her pretty pink soles and sensually rounded heels. My eyes widened and I was instantly alert. I stared at them lustfully for what must have been minutes, just taking them in. I remember trying to fight off the urge I was feeling.

I remember thinking that I should just roll over and go back to sleep, but it was as if I was hypnotized by them. I inhaled deeply trying to catch a hint of that intoxicating odor that so enthralled me earlier from her sneakers. I thought I could detect it, but it wasn’t enough, I wanted more. I wanted it all! I guess at that moment I consciously let go of any inhibitions or feelings of shame, and decided I would finally indulge my foot fetish.

Maybe it was the wrong thing to do, maybe it wasn’t, but in any case this is what I did: I moved closer to her so that my face was mere millimeters away from the soles of her feet. I pressed my nose against the instep of her right foot. I could feel the soft moist flesh under my nose and lips. I took a deep whiff. While the odor of her foot was not nearly as strong as her sneaker had been, I was still totally aroused and consumed with lust by the sweet fetid aroma and instantaneously became erect. (That precise moment when I for the first time pressed my nose against a pretty bare foot and smelled it was one of the most exciting sexual moments I have ever had!) I can best describe the odor of my cousin’s feet as being reminiscent of light vinegar, with a faint musky overtone. Very feminine and very sexy indeed.

I ran my nose up and down the soles of her feet, totally entranced by their scent. I stuck my nose in-between each of her toes, enjoying the slightly more sharp smell that accented them, and then sniffed her heals. I could feel the pre-cum form on the tip of my penis. I began rubbing her feet with my hand, tracing over every curve with my finger. I was so sexed up, that I had to have more. I sat up and looked at Gitanjali to make sure she was still soundly asleep (after all I wouldn’t want her to wake up and catch me while I was enjoying her feet!)

After being convinced that she was totally out, I gently rolled her over on her back. She stirred a little bit and mumbled incoherently, but I was satisfied that she was not going to wake up. I then took off my pants, and sat Indian style at the foot of her sleeping bag. I grabbed her ankles, lifted up her feet and pressed them firmly against my face. I inhaled deeply. I couldn’t get over how erotic I found the odor of her feet. I rubbed her slightly perspiring feet all over my face. I buried my face in them. I began licking and kissing her feet all over, then sucking on the tips of her toes. I sucked her big toe like an ice cube.

The thought samsun escort that her feet might be a little dirty only aroused me more, and I tried to take more of them in my mouth. I continued kissing and sniffing them, and then when I had reached a complete sexual frenzy, I lowered her feet down to my crotch and began rubbing them against my cock and balls. I held the insteps of her feet together and slid my penis in-between. I began thrusting my cock back and forth. I held the soles of her feet together as much as possible so they would completely sandwich my hard throbbing erection. I had never been so turned on in my life, not even while having intercourse. The perspiration of her feet perfectly lubricated me so I could slide my dick back and forth and back and forth. I remember thinking about the fact that the sweat from her feet was bathing my cock really turned me on.

I was in pure ecstasy. I knew I was about to cum. I wanted to somehow smell her feet while I was fucking them, but that was a pretty acrobatic maneuver to pull off. I looked over to my side and saw one her sneakers. I had an idea. With one hand I held both of her feet together around my penis, and then with my free hand I reached over and grabbed her sneaker. As I continued to rapidly fuck her feet, I placed the mouth of her sneaker over my face.

That strong musty odor of her soiled sneaker shot through me like an all-consuming wave of pure lust. The smell of her sweat in that sneaker literally had the power to make me instantly orgasm! It was so intense.

Finally satiated in the only way my fetish could be, I felt over 20 years of unrequited burning desire explode all over her feet. This is what I had fantasized about all those years and it was better then I ever could have imagined!

My fast thrusting slowed gradually as the semen oozed out of me, coating her soles and dripping down her heels. After my orgasm was complete, I collapsed onto my side and just lay there in a pure state of relaxation.

My whole body just felt like it had been drained of any tension. It was if I was sedated. I was in total peace and calm with myself and everything around me. A cool breeze flowed in through the tent-flap and caressed my overheated body. I laid there for a few minutes before cleaning up the “mess” I made. I wiped Gitanjali’s feet off with an extra T-shirt I had brought along.

I rolled Gitanjali back over on her side, and laid back down on my sleeping bag. I positioned her so that her feet were once again parallel with my face, because I wanted to sleep all night with my face buried in her feet. I masturbated a few minutes later as I kissed and sniffed them. An hour or so later I guess Gitanjali began to get restless, because she began moving her feet, inadvertently rubbing them against my face. That instantly aroused me and I masturbated again. I think I masturbated twice more after that before finally drifting off.

When we woke the next morning (my face still firmly glued to her feet) Gitanjali was amused when she saw that I had slept with her feet in my face all night, totally oblivious and unsuspecting that it was by my choice. She jokingly asked me if her feet smelled bad. I just laughed and told her that they didn’t bother me at all.

Even though Gitanjali never did find out exactly how much her feet did “bother” me that night, it wasn’t the last time that her feet satisfied my secret fetish. In fact, a year later she found out all about my foot fetish when she caught me sniffing her shoes! But I will save that story for another time.

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The Pet Ch. 01

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The Pet

Good evening Sir’s and Ma’am’s. Please if you will allow me to share with you a story. A story that might, or might not be true. A story about a dominant couple somewhere in the southern United States named Master and Princess. Now they have a few slaves, and a pet. This story however deals with the pet. More specifically the creation of their pet. As with anything else, Princess and Master wanted a specific pet. Something that would be truly theirs. A human pet, a puppygirl.

Master & Princess found their pet several years ago, she came to them as a he. A slave that was unsure of itself, with self image issues as well as gender identity issues. Over the coming months and years they carefully and patiently helped her become her and come out of the shell. As she developed into Stephanie they couldn’t have been happier with the choice they made as Stephanie loved them both and eventually gave up all her worldly possessions to belong to them. Once Stephanie had surgery she was finally happy with herself. No longer having to feel that male appendage hanging there and embarrassing her when she was wearing fewer clothes or when Princess & Master had her in no clothes at all. Finally able to fully live as a female in all aspects of life. From the clothes she wore, to how she looked naked, and her role when it came to sex. Sure she had been the female for awhile, but there is something to be said about having a well endowed male member sliding in and out between your legs that imagining just doesn’t cut.

Waiting the year for Stephanie to heal after surgery was hard for Princess & Master as they desperately wanted to start creating their pet. Because she needed to heal physically they were resigned to doing the more mental side things. She could spend some time as their puppy but nothing for a extended amount of time. However they did do training sessions for her, teaching her tricks like Sit, Roll over, fetch, beg, etc. You know, the standard dog tricks. More and more she took her meals from the floor in a bowl, and more and more she was required to take her water from a bowl next to the food bowl. The more they worked with her as their pet, the more Stephanie reveled in it. If only she could’ve seen what they had planned for her I wonder if she would’ve been so enthusiastic. Of course if they could have seen what Stephanie thought about being their pet, their permanent pet, then perhaps they would have moved things along faster.

The making of a pet

Master and Princess had been planning for this day for a very long time. Spending countless hours networking to find the right people, and carefully choosing the things to be changed on their pet to make her, perfect. The night before she was to go with them to the veterinarian Princess ordered Stephanie into her bed, and cuddled her as it would be the last night that Stephanie would be able to do such a thing. Princess spent several long hours doing the things that they loved. Holding each other, gentle rubbing, perhaps even a bit of teasing too. While they were snuggled close Princess asked Stephanie how she felt about going to see the vet the following day. Stephanie replied that she was quite excited and was very very much looking forward to getting to do a scene with this new friend. Princess proceeded to inquire what if it wasn’t just a scene. The reply that she was given was typical, Stephanie replied that she would love to be modified to fit what Master and what Princess saw fit for her. That there wasn’t anything she would put up a fight on. She was after all, theirs.

Drifting off to sleep in Princess’s arms, Stephanie had wonderful puppy dreams about chasing a tennis ball and sex. More than once during the night she woke Princess as she nuzzled against her, and once even nuzzled in against Princess’s breasts. Princess just smiled and held her closer, while she thought about what was to be done to her beloved girl.

The next morning Princess was woken early despite being up late watching her puppy sleep. She woke the puppy by gently kissing her lips, and licking her ever erect and sensitive nipples. A perfect way to wake up. As she became more and more coherent Stephanie thought back to their conversation the night before about the scene today, being more than just a scene. Wetness began to form and run out onto the bed sheet. She knew she was going to be in trouble for sure.

First up for the long day was a thorough bath followed by excess hair removal. Emerging from her bath primped and with her hair dried and tied up in pigtails complete with bows, puppy played around in the living room pushing her ball from one side of the room to the other before the wandered over and greeted Master by nuzzling the inside of his leg and licking his hand softly and quickly. Master responded by rubbing puppies head and pulling her into him for a long hug. He told puppy how proud he was of her for agreeing to completely submit to their wishes. Master said that he thought she would be a much happier and a much better puppy when kırşehir escort they were home again.

While Master was tending puppy Princess busied herself by loading the pet cage into the back of the car and making sure that it was secure. She also ran a small chain through the side of the cage so that puppy could be restrained and not hurt herself from the excitement or from fear. The last thing that Princess did was to drape a blanket over the cage leaving the door exposed. It wouldn’t be very good should puppy be seen tied naked in the cage. With all the preparations performed, Princess attached a leash to puppies collar and led her toward the door. Before they exited Princess knelt down in front of puppy and reminded her that this was for her, to become the best puppy she could be and that Princess and Master knew that she’d make them proud.

As Princess gave her leash a tug leading her out the front door and towards the waiting car, puppy held her head high and walked with pride. Daytime trips were a rarity for puppy as she knew the danger that went along with daytime trips. Patting the back of the open car Princess guided puppy into the cage. After securing the chain to her collar, she unhooked the leash and closed the cage door. She fiddled with the cage covering making it so that nobody outside the car could see into the cage, but allowed them to look back and make sure that she was behaving and not up to mischief. Puppy loved mischief sometimes, as all good puppies seem to. Master slid in behind the wheel and putting the car in drive, pulled out of the driveway and into traffic. Because she couldn’t really see out of the car, puppy quickly got bored and laid down closing her eyes, trying not to focus on the things that were to come, and the things that she hoped that were to come,feeling a bit more wetness seep out and slowly trickle down her leg.

Pulling up in front of the nondescript veterinary office, Master put the car in park, then looked back at puppy for a long moment. Puppy was of course up and looking forward at her owners, with their eyes locked briefly and Master smiled because in her eyes, he saw that she was eager to undergo anything that they would want her to. Princess quickly got out of the car and after opening the cage and swapping the chain with the leash, helped puppy from the back of the car and began leading puppy towards the entrance to the building while Master closed the back of the car and hurried to catch up to the pair heading into the building.

Master and Princess talked with the receptionist as puppy set down on the floor and looked around the empty waiting room. A door opened beside the receptionists desk and a young lady in a white coat stepped out motioning for them to follow her. Princess took the lead keeping tension on puppy’s leash making sure that she was following. Master brought up the rear watching his two lovely girls. Again the white coated lady held open a door, this time to what appeared to be a operating room. On the walls were the typical cabinets and counters. There was a large refrigerator, with the clear sliding doors, inside were vials and bottles of every shape and size. In the middle of the room sat a large stainless steel table. Hanging down from the ceiling were a set of lights, the kind used to brightly illuminate whatever they are working on. As Master patted the table urging puppy to get up onto it, she began to get nervous and tried to stay close to her Princess. Finally after not following the subtle directions, Master got frustrated and bent down and grabbed puppies collar and pulled her towards the table. Almost dragging her up onto the top of the table Master gently rubbed puppies head while Princess idly stroked and rubbed puppies pussy and still growing nipples, tugging gently.

Puppy was lost inside her own head with the sensations that her beloved owners were giving her, she failed to notice the vet walk in carrying a clipboard and a pair of surgical scrubs for Princess & Master. After handing the scrubs to them, the doctor, who I don’t recall hearing her name, went over her checklist making sure that her supplies and medicines were all in place. During a procedure was never the time to figure out that you were missing something that was essential, she remarked out loud to nobody in particular. About the same time that Master and Princess got their scrubs on, the doctor turned to puppy and pointedly asked if she knew what was going to happen today. Puppy slowly and unsure of things, nodded. Doc shook her head and said that she had to hear the words, that puppy needed to verbally agree to the following procedure. By hearing her words, she would be able to tell that puppy wasn’t drugged or hypnotized or anything like that. She had to cough to clear her throat but finally told the doc that she was okay, and agreed to have anything done that was desired, or deemed needed by Princess & Master. Smiling the doctor turned away and said “Great! Let’s begin!!”

The Procedure

Princess malatya escort helped direct puppy to the proper place on the table, laid down, on her back with her Arms and legs spread. Master used some rope and quickly had puppy bound so that she couldn’t twitch or jerk and mess things up. As The procedure progressed, the ropes would be removed, and then replaced as needed. Standing by puppies head, the doctor commented that they would be starting with puppies head. Since puppy had consented already, she didn’t bother to explain anything further to puppy, afterall she is a puppy and they don’t need to be concerned with such things.

Moving a nearby rolling cart into position, the doctor picked up a spritz bottle of medicine and after opening puppies mouth, sticking the spray head to the back of her throat the doctor sprayed several times. She commented that they had to give the numbing solution a few minutes to numb and paralyze the throat and vocal cords. Hearing this puppies breathing speed up, and Princess looked down at her and smiled. Leaning in close Princess whispered, we know that you are excited by this. Reaching down and slipping a finger into puppies slightly gaping pussy, she pushed it in and out slowly. Princess was amazed at how wet puppy was. It was literally running down her leg!

Positioning the light so that it shined down her throat, and putting on a forehead light, the doctor picked up her tools and telling puppy to open as wide as she could, set about her first task of the day. In no time at all the was removing the slightly bloody surgical tools and doing a final inspection on her work. Doc explained that instead of simply severing the vocal cords she left them partially intact. This would allow puppy the ability to bark and make other beastial sounds, but nothing as complex as speech. Nothing even close. Master and Princess smiled broadly and swiftly kissed each other. Step one was done. Looking down at puppy who looked worried, they both bent down and kissed her on the cheek. This seemed to reassure her.

Swapping out the rolling tray for another, the doctor then moved to puppies Right Arm. Since Master was on that side, he untied the arm but stood close should he need to hold puppy still. Princess was busy holding puppies other, hand. The doctor picked up a syringe and began to inject a numbing solution into each one of puppies digits in several spots around each digit. Puppy turned her head so that she could watch what was going on. Holding her breath as the doctor picked up a scalpel and with a few quick and well placed strokes, puppies little finger fell into the waiting tray. Being well practiced the doctor left almost exactly the amount of skin flap needed to create a mostly smooth finished product. After a few more strokes all five of puppies right fingers lay detached in the tray. The doctor began to stitch up the flaps covering the knuckles, virtually hiding them.

After she had all the stitches in place on the right hand, she bandaged the paw. It was now a paw, as with no fingers you really couldn’t think of it as a hand any longer. Puppy really was a puppy. No doubt about it now, there was no going back. Princess and Master had decided that they would go all out on their pet. Moving around to the left hand, Princess gave puppies fingers one final firm squeeze, that was returned by puppy. The final time that she would ever be able to use her hand as a hand. In a few minutes she would have paws. Smiling, the puppy watched as the doctor repeated the same process on the left hand. Master reached over and began to stroke puppies breast, being sure to play with the nipple. Puppy moaned softly as she felt her moisture turn into more of a flow and begin to pool around her ass.

Puppy had been on the table for less than a hour and had gone from Stephanie the sometimes puppy, sometimes Maid, to a full time permanent pet. Puppy was so excited thinking that she would be so happy to get home and rub herself to orgasm or maybe use Princess’s hitachi if she could get permission, puppy remembered that she wouldn’t ever be able to do these things again. Now that she had paws things would have to be different for her.

While pet was focused on the pleasure that she was feeling, watching the doctor work with precise movements, she counted each clink that she heard as the doctor dropped the removed appendage into the pan, tears began to stream from her eyes. Princess saw this and quickly moved to stroke her hair and comfort her by softly telling her what a wonderful pet she was, and how happy she was making her owners. What Princess couldn’t know, was that they were not tears of sadness they were in fact tears of joy. Puppy had dreamed and fantasized about things like this in the past, though she never shared them with anybody, it was like a dream come true to her. As the doctor finished bandaging her left hand, puppy leaned up as much as she could and licked Princess’s cheek, smiling at her.

With the forepaws taken care of, the niğde escort doctor needed to work her magic on the rear legs and paws. Because of the future changes that were coming for the puppy, they decided that it was time that they put her under using some anesthetic. Princess and Master both really wanted to make pet watch as she was more and more dehumanized, but the doctor was more concerned with the problems that would arise should she only use the same method as she did removing the fingers. After a brief discussion, it was decided that they would instead videotape the procedure for her to be forced to watch later. They both feel very strongly that watching the changes take place was very important to her transformation. They had known that she was going to be put under anyway for later procedures, so this was just moving things up a little bit.

The Doctor asked Master if he would please roll over the IV stand that already had several bags hanging from it. While he did this, she quickly used an alcohol wipe and had the IV started in no time. Connecting the tubing from one of the bags on the stand to pets arm and adjusting the drip, they all three decided that it was time to step outside and take a break. Pet on the other hand was still tied to the table, and only able to watch as a liquid unbeknownst to her, would put her into a deep sleep, slowly and steadily dripped down the tube and into her arm. However before long she wasn’t able to focus on it much, her eyes kept closing, and soon she was breathing steadily, and fast asleep.

Master returned to the room first carrying a tripod and video camera. As he began to set up the camera, making sure that it was aimed and zoomed correctly, the doctor and Princess walked in chatting happily and carelessly about the best recipe for New England Clam Chowder. Princess took her somewhat protective place along side puppies head and began to idly stroke her hair as she looked on. The doctor rolled over a stool and sat down, pulling up a fresh set of gloves.

Adjusting the light, Master zoomed in closer, the doctor again picked up a fresh scalpel and set to work. This would take longer than simply removing her fingers, but her goal was to amputate the legs just above the knee. She would use excess skin from the lower leg to close the area left from the removal of the joint. The finished product should be a well rounded Stump. Perfect in other words. While the doctor worked and Master ran the camera, he was focused on the changes being made to his pet, and if the size of the bulge in his pants he was thoroughly aroused!

Several hours after she sat down, the doctor pulled tight the final stitch. Everything had gone according to plan with no surprises. Pet was now a pet for the rest of her life. The doctor had a few more small details to tend to however. The first of which was pet’s teeth. They simply had to go. This would mean that she would be on a soft food or liquid diet only but, honestly nobody cared.

While the doctor wasn’t a dentist strictly speaking, she knew her way around the mouth just as well as she did a hand or a leg. While she gathered the tools needed, Master packed away the video camera. He had zoomed in several times to pet’s pussy, close enough that you could clearly see the excitement, even unconscious she was aroused!

With everything gathered up, the doctor first used one of the dental devices used to hold open the mouth while dental work was performed. Ratcheting it nice and wide, as pet continued to sleep peacefully, she inserted the suction hose and began using a dental pick to pull the gum away from the first tooth she wanted to pull. Gripping it with pliers as Master firmly held down pet’s head, a swift jerk and the tooth was out. Quickly she dropped it in the tray and packed the hole with gauze. Repeating this procedure over and over until she was pulling the last tooth. There had been a few teeth that had broken as she pulled them, but this wasn’t a surprise as pet had bad teeth from the start. She changed out the gauze on the ones that were still oozing a fair amount of blood and prepared to do the final modification. Or Rather she was going to assist as Princess did the final modification of the day.

From her bag she pulled a fairly small, nondescript box and handed it to the doctor. Inside were two items that, for lack of a better term were hearing aids. Master had found these while doing research for today many many months ago. It was a complete stroke of luck actually. They had been talking around what to do about their pet’s hearing when this day came. While they didn’t want to remove any of her intelligence, they couldn’t very well have a puppy listening to their every word. As a real puppy wouldn’t understand english, neither shall pet. These devices are set into the ear canal and using a tiny microphone and speaker, pickup sound and process what it hears. Master had been required to send in several recordings of his, and Princess’s voice saying clear phrases. Things like Cum, Down, Sit, Present, Suck, Stay, Rollover, etc etc. Basically anything that they wanted pet to understand, they had to record. The processor in the ear piece then either allowed the sounds to continue on to the speaker facing the eardrum, or it converted it into a garbled mess. It was the perfect solution to the problem.

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Sailing Away Ch. 02

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Curious how a site dedicated to erotic writing has so many people passing judgement. Interesting. I’ve moved this to Fetish, from Loving Wives. I’ll publish the next chapters soon, there are several.

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Chapter 2 – Sunbathing

Coffee was delicious. Lacy brought back some croissants and butter from the galley for us to enjoy. “Bring our mugs up top, and don’t put anything on.” I was hesitant, not wanting to be naked for the world to see, but I took our mugs and headed topside, following her.

We occupied chairs on the deck, facing the land side of the sailboat as we headed south. Nice breeze, warm but not too hot, sun still rising. I was guaranteed to get a tan, as my cage covered little and was clear. She had changed into a shirt tied at her waist, and a flowing peasant skirt. The view was gorgeous as we continued on our way through the waters off Orange County and toward Mexico.

A while after she finished her coffee she got up, and headed to the rail for a better view. While she was there she undid the knot at her waist, dropped the shirt off her shoulders, and tossed it to the deck chair. “I’d like some sun too.” She closed her eyes, red hair blowing in the wind, holding the rail.

Lacy turned her head over her shoulder and looked at me. “Come over here,” and she pointed at the deck next to her. “Sit down, face the mast”. I left my chair and moved to the spot she defined.

She stepped over me, straddling me, still facing the ocean, then lifted her skirt to show her shaved pussy to me up close.

“Lick.”

I reveled in her pussy. Licking her clit, feeling her legs tremble, tasting her wetness gathering on my chin. I reached up to stroke her legs, and felt a brief sting to my cheek as she slapped me through her skirt. “I said lick, I did not say touch.”

“Yes ma’am” I murmured, then returned to her cunt. her lips were silky smooth, her taste heavenly. She was wet enough to have a trickle start down her right thigh.

As she got closer to orgasm, she took one hand off the rail and grabbed urfa escort the top of my head. She grasped, and pushed my face deeper to her, focusing me to her clit. I dared not slow down.

She moaned, low and long. Legs shuddered, back weak, abs tensing. My jaw sore from licking, but not about to stop before she was ready, I continued my ministrations. After she finished, she stepped backward a touch, enough to stand upright.

“Such a good boy you are, licking missy’s clit so well. You should be rewarded.”

She left her skirt over us, and turned around. Her ass up close, round, gorgeous. She scooted back, leaned her ass into my face, then reclined enough to grab the railing. I knew what she wanted, and began to kiss and lick her ass, trying to tongue her sufficiently.

“Deeper” Lacy said.

I alternated nibbling and kissing her ass, and trying to get my tongue farther into her. Her moans let me know she approved.

“The captain is watching us with a big smile.”

I was taken aback, briefly paused, but dared not stop. There we were – her red hair framing her tits, and me under her skirt eating her ass. Doubtlessly he’d seen me eat her pussy. He couldn’t miss the fact I was nude.

“I think it’s time for your reward. Keep licking until I move away.”

I heard feet approach us – had to be the captain, as we were the only three on board. I felt one of his feet brush my bare shaved leg, his deck shoes warm from the sun.

I heard them kiss. Lips slurping, tongues intertwined. Moaning, some him, some her. I couldn’t see anything but her bottom and the skirt, all I could do is hear. Lacy’s weight shifted, their arms wrapping around each other. Her butt firmly against my face, and all I could do about it is lick.

The kiss broke. “What’s the key for?” I heard him ask; he must have lifted it from between her tits as I heard it jingle.

“Oh that. That’s to keep my boy here in line. This unlocks the key to his cock cage… just not very often.”

“Really? And he’s okay sivas escort with it?” Brian’s voice was of surprise.

“Of course. He wanted it, introduced the idea to me, but now I’m in charge of it. So he does what I want, like licking my ass while I play with you.” She kissed him again.

She moved again, never taking her ass off me, and I could hear her undoing his belt then his zipper. I knew she’d reached in and grabbed his cock when he moaned into her mouth, the kiss not broken.

“Oh captain, this must be special equipment just for your boat”.

She bent at the waist, and I knew what she was doing. She was sucking his cock, just like she sucked my cage this morning. Except this was for real. She was sucking him off, devouring his penis, and all I could do was eat her ass and listen – I had always wanted to watch her suck cock, and now it was happening right in front of me, but I couldn’t see a bit!

Lacy was slurping his cock and moaning as she did, then she started to move back and forth more rhythmically, more quickly. He was fucking her mouth! I was lost in lust, my senses limited to hearing and tasting, as she bounced against my tongue.

He reached over her and pulled my head into Lacy’s ass while he fucked her mouth, giving it to her from both ends. I could feel her juices running, gathering on my chin as he did this. She loved it. So did I.

I could feel it before he did. I felt her legs twitch and her anus twitch on my tongue. She was about to cum, from me licking and him fucking her face, no clit stimulation needed. She only did this when she was extremely turned on – so I knew we were in for a treat even if he didn’t.

Moaning on his cock, she shook almost violently, gagging on his dick and pushing back against me so my head was in the rail and her ass was crushing my face. Breaking the rules, I reached up to her thighs to steady her so she didn’t fall. I heard her breath return to normal, as she let his cock out of her mouth.

“Stay here sweetie. Don’t move, and tekirdağ escort don’t touch anything.” Lacy patted me on the head.

She stepped forward, her skirt flowing over my head and into the breeze. I finally got to see the captain’s hardware; his cock was over 9″ long, very thick, bigger than the extension she rode earlier. My mouth got wet just seeing it covered in her saliva.

Lacy turned the captain to the side, then knelt in front of him and continued sucking. She had more control now, and jerked him off while sucking him, her other hand on his hip, rocking him back and forth, slowly fucking her own face with his dick. His head tipped back, eyes closed. I knew how heavenly her blowjobs were, and now he knew too.

She wasted no time, and soon it was his time. “I’m gonna…cum…any second…NOW.” I saw her bobbing speed up, her cheeks giving the telltale sign of a tongue speeding up on his dick.

Abruptly he spasmed, grunted once, and began to spew his cum into her mouth. She took a couple of squirts, then pulled her mouth off him, aiming his cock at her tits and jerking his goo onto them until he was spent.

“Captain, you are delicious. Can I see you on the bridge later? I’d like to finish with my sweet boy now.”

The captain looked at me, with a mix of curiosity and satisfaction, and headed back, zipping his trousers on the way.

Lacy turned and crawled toward me, straddling me again, but with her skirt between her cunt and my cock.

“Did you like the show? That was your reward for giving me such good orgasms today.”

“Yes ma’am, I did, it was incredible.”

“Good. Kiss me.”

I wasn’t ready for it, for the captain’s cum on her breath, but she tongued me deep and I drank his sperm mixed with her delectable scent. The taste was foreign, but I lost my inhibitions right away, and kissed her back greedily.

She broke the kiss, lifted the key between her tits and raised her eyebrows while pointing it at my mouth. I read the message, and opened my mouth to clean his cum off. I finished, and she pointed to the rest on her nipples, breasts. I cleaned until she was spotless, his cum lingering on my tongue.

“Such a sweet boy. This is going to be a fabulous trip.”

“Yes Mistress Lacy, it will.”

She rose, extending her hand. I took it and followed.

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