My Hertfordshire Lady Lover Ch. 01

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In 2014, I met a lady friend who wasn’t into the vanilla life of sex. She wanted extras. That made it special.

Her name for this story is S. A married woman from a sexless relationship. Like many people, she has needs too, and I was lucky to be the one to give her that. She was in her mid 40s, a lovely curvy body, and her grey/blue eyes always had a glint in them that says “I’m a naughty girl, fuck me hard” in them.

I didn’t mind at all on her marital status. We are grown up, mature adults, and we met up to have a fantastic time. She needed that escapism from the boring humdrum of her home life. I was all too willing to give it to her.

One day, we arranged to get a hotel day booking. I got there in advance of her, and checked in. I always love to get dressed up for my lady lover’s arrival. I texted her the room number, so she can go straight to it.

I got into the shower, and shaved all over. Douched and prepared my body for the fun and frolics to come.

I put on my favorite black and red lingerie. It is a body hugging top, with a skimpy g string that just about covered my cock and balls. My blonde wig and my bright cherry lipstick complimented the outfit so well, I was starting to get aroused by just looking at myself in the mirror.

I just finished getting ready when there was a knock on the door. I looked through the peep hole, and saw S there with a big beaming smile on her face.

“So glad you came.” I said as she was entering the room.

Before I could close the door, she grabbed my face and kissed me passionately and long in the open doorway. People walking past the room would see a woman kissing someone dressed as a slut.

“Darling, I am so looking forward in seeing you again.” She cheerily said, and then closed the door.

We sat on the bed drinking energy drinks and chatting about anything for a few minutes. It’s lovely to chat and laugh before things get started. After about 20 mons of chattering, S’s hands started stroking my stocking clad legs. I stopped talking, and looked deep in her eyes. She reached down into ardahan escort her bag, and brought out a selection of anal toys, vibrators, and a thick 24 inch double ended dildo. Along with them, she had another bag. Clutching on to that bag and making her way to the bathroom she looked at me with a cheeky smirk “I’m just going to freshen up. Feel free to lube up and play with the toys.”

I picked up a skinny vibrator and switched it on to a gentle buzz. I stroked it over the head of my semi erect cock, making it harder. The gentle buzz along the neck of the glans was making the blood flow harder into the shaft. My breath was getting quicker and quicker with each time I circle around the tip. I had to stop before it was too late. Looking across the toy selection, I saw a nice looking butt plug. It was pink and roughly 4 inches long and very thick. I lubed it up and started to tease it into my arsehole. It didn’t want to go in at first, so I moved it about to get a better angle. And with one firm push, it eased itself in. It was giving me a lovely full feeling. It was gently opening me up giving me that enjoyment of my arse being dilated.

Then the bathroom door open.

S came out wearing a very skimpy set of lingerie. The little black bra was just about holding in her 38dd breasts, and the thong was hiding along the open of her smooth pussy and disappeared between her buttocks..

The suspenders and stockings compliment the set very well.

“Enjoying yourself?” She chuckled.

I got up off the bed, walked over to her, and kissed her.

“Darling you look amazing. I could ravish you 24/7.” I said.

“Sweetie, my whole body is yours.” She whispered back at me. “No one else can do those things to me like you can do.”

Kissing again, she held my head with her left hand, her right hand caressing my buttocks. Then, letting go of my head, my sexy lady started moving her mouth down to my groin. Her face now up against the flimsy material of my thong. My cock bursting to be released from it’s lacy prison. Pre adıyaman escort cum started to ooze through the delicate material.

Her tongue greedily lapping up my cock fluid, giving murmurs of enjoyment with each lick. I grabbed her head, and gently rubbed my groin into her face more to let her know how much I enjoy the feeling. My cock, desperate to be released, getting harder and harder with each second being teased. Twitching, trying to rip through my thong.

After about a minute of teasing, S’s fingers hooked the top of my panties, setting free my meaty pole right in front of her face. She gasps as it sprung out and tapped her on the nose.

Looking up at me, S grinned. “You are a horny little devil. Let me taste how horny you are.”

She flicked her tongue over the tip, sending shivers up and down my body. My moans of delight getting louder with each time her licking goes over the opening of my cock. Then very slowly, her hot hungry mouth opened wide, engulfed the head of my veined shaft. Sealing her lips around it, and holding on to my hips, she proceeds to slide it further into her mouth. Back and forth, like a piston hitting the back of her mouth. Suddenly, her grip on my hips tightened, and then pushed her head further forwards, feeling the glan pop into her throat. Slowly withdrawing it back out, licking the glans, and then popping back in again. Giving her throat a slow, deep fucking.

“Oh my god!” I gasped, “that’s fucking amazing!”

Clenching my buttocks to remind me the butt plug is still in me was adding to the pleasure. I think S knew the effect the plug was having on me.

After a couple of knee trembling minutes, S released my cock, and stood up. Licking her lips, her hands releasing her massive breasts from her bra. Her nipples are very large and very erect. They protude out about one and a half inches and the base of the nipples are approx 3 inches in diameter.

LiftI brought my mouth down to her right breast. Taking all of the nipple in, and start lapping my tongue around karabük escort it like a lollipop. My right hand tweaking and pulling her left. She rolled her head back, moaning in delight. Her hands pulling my head into her tits to make me suck harder. Knowing that is her way of telling me to get more in my mouth and bite, I did.

“Ooooohhh!” She yelped “Don’t stop!”

She loves the way I chew on her titties.

I withdrew from her hard chewed nipple. It is now red from the chewing it got, the teeth marks surrounding her areola were very pronounced. S raised her bitten nipple to her mouth and kissed it delicately.

“I love the way you bite me.” She whispered. “It makes me totally yours.”

Pushing me backwards, “Now lay on the bed, I want your mouth elsewhere. “

I laid on my back and S climbed onto my chest. Looking direcctly into my eyes, she pulled her thong to one side, exposing her smooth, inviting pussy. The warm scent of her juices hit my nose, exciting my senses more. Sliding forward more, she positioned her moist love tunnel onto my lips. I kissed them delicately, each one making S purr like a contented kitten. I flicked my tongue out to her clit. Swirling my tongue around her little bud, making my lover squirm with delight. The more my tongue was flicking over it, the wetter she got. She knew I can lick and eat her pussy for hours. I knew she gets very very wet when I do that to her.

“Mmmmm,” she mummered “I love that.”

She was grinding her juicy mound on my greedy mouth, getting as much of it rubbing on my face. My face was getting wet with her juices, I started to lap and slurp away to prevent any waste. The wetter S got, the harder she rubbed herself on my face, the greedier my mouth got. Her breathing was getting quicker and quicker.

Suddenly she grabbed my head, and held it tightly against her mound. Struggling to suppress her groans of delight, she uttered “oohhh yesss!”

Nearly drowning in her gushing juices, I lapped and swallowed as much as she gave. It was absolute heaven.

Still holding my head in place, she looked down at me, and said “I need to pee. Now.”

She let go. Her warm piss started spraying into my mouth. Catching the salty sweet taste of her generous offerings, I maintained a good swallowing rhythm. Gulping as much as I am able to, I love her doing this to me. As I know that the favour will be returned.

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Savoring Our Youth Fellowship

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[Here’s another segment in my Bohemian church series. While this can be read as a stand-alone, you will likely gain more pleasure by reading the stories that precede it first. All characters are 18 or older. This story involves bodily fluids and matter, group sex, oral-anal contact, spanking, rituals, and a highly unlikely religious sect. If any of those things repel you, please look for another story more to your liking.]

Jack hosts a private party in his room at the Rectory

As I’ve mentioned before, ever since our intensive sacred rituals together in Dame Taborova’s sitting room, Brother Nick, Sisters Pavla and Katka and I felt a special bond between us. With the kind guidance of the good Dame and her ever resourceful housekeeper, Mrs. Capekova, we had all manifested our angelic twins — also known as our Guardian Angels — and had the great privilege of witnessing our hosts perform the Rite of the Martyrs’ Bliss, one of the most advanced rituals of the Bohemian old ways. A feeling surged up within us that we were like an order of young initiates delving into the mysteries of the old ways.

Knowing how we felt, Father Viktor and Mother Magdalene allowed us to sit together at our communal meals in the Rectory, our close proximity enabling our angelic twins to play a hand or two of poker while we ate our hearty Bohemian breakfasts and dinners. Because of our young ages — blind Sister Pavla was only twenty-three and the other three of us were just eighteen — the good Father tagged us “the Youth Fellowship” or YF for short, a teasing nickname that we actually rather liked. While Nick and I spent our weekdays serving the “needs” of the elderly Czech widows of the Bohemian parish, the four of us “youths” took to holding impromptu “meetings of the YF”, on our weekends, which were held up in my garret after dinner.

Before I share my memories of our inaugural YF session, I feel like I should better explain the Bohemian traditions regarding our angels. I can almost hear some of my long-suffering readers going “oh no, not more angel stuff! Let’s get to the kinky sex!”, but please bear with me. Getting a little clearer understanding of our relations with our angels should enhance your enjoyment of my peculiar memoirs. At least I hope so.

* * *

The usual Catholic notions about Guardian Angels can be summed up by the sentimental holy cards depicting a lovely blonde angel in white gowns and wings looking after a pair of strolling children and protecting them from harm. The belief is that we are all assigned our own guardian angel at birth, who immediately begins looking after us.

This bears little resemblance to Bohemian teachings regarding angels.

Our traditions have it that while everyone has the potential to manifest their angelic twin, they can only do so once they have come of age and can perform the Rite of the Immaculate Conception with a partner of the opposite sex. The woman must be a virgin with her hymen intact, for she is to symbolize the Blessed Virgin who was fertilized by the Holy Spirit via the Archangel Gabriel as symbolized by her partner. Tradition states that the Blessed Virgin’s hymen was not broken until the birth of Our Lord, but through sacrificing her anal virginity the woman immaculately “conceives” or manifests her angelic twin, as does her partner who is overshadowed by Gabriel.

Needless to say, this is an advanced ritual of the old ways, not commonly practiced by most modern day Czech couples, most of whom are not even aware of the old ways, unless they are lucky enough to have someone like Dame Taborova helping to preserve and promulgate the ancient Bohemian traditions and customs.

Perhaps I should clarify that when I have described my or the others’ angelic twins as “fluttering” about, I was not implying that our angels were miniature beings, like Tinkerbell in Peter Pan. By no means. Our angelic twins, while invisible from our earthly view, were our size and occupying the same space as we did, but in a higher dimension. Their “wings” were symbolic of their free mobility not constrained by the laws of gravity nor of time or space. Our angels communicated with us by the sharing of feelings, not through words. But feelings well expressed are sometimes better than mere words, which are all too easy to misunderstand or misconstrue.

Since our angelic twins were uniquely suited for the completion of our souls, it seemed to me that the angels we bonded with were decidedly Bohemian, unfazed by the sharing of pee and poop or the erotic nature of the old ways’ rituals. Our angels, to be sure, were guardians of our moral honesty and dignity, but they were quite liberal in what kind of behavior they accepted.

The Most High, in His all-encompassing embrace of bodily intimacy and open-heartedness, gave us the free will to explore our loving bonds and make mistakes that we could learn from. The worst missteps might call for physical mortification, but more often than not, our angels guided us towards experiences of sacred joy triggered by the most intense intimacy our souls could handle. kırklareli escort The founding of our Youth Fellowship, was an opportunity for us young servers of the church and its old ways to recharge ourselves by opening our hearts, and those of our angels, to a communal experience of holy bliss.

* * *

And so it came to pass that as the four of us were enjoying our special dessert of orange sorbet at dinner one Saturday, that my old school pal, Nick, who I had recruited as an additional lay server for the parish, gave me a nudge and spoke in a stage whisper just loud enough for all four of us to hear.

“Hey, Boss! If we really are a Youth Fellowship, isn’t it about time we had a little of that fellowship and held a meeting? How about tonight in your room? I know it’s kind of cramped, but at least your bed is bigger than mine or the Sisters’. What do you say, girls? Would you be up for some fooling around?”

Katka and Pavla giggled and grinned, while I nodded amiably and put on my thinking cap.

“Okay, kids. How about we meet at my room at 8 o’clock for a pajama party. Perhaps Father Viktor will allow us to make it a sleepover, as long as we get up in time to help serve in Sunday Mass tomorrow. Pajamas are optional, but if you’ve got any special sleepwear, I’m sure we’d love to see it!”

Once dinner adjourned, I consulted with the good Father and received his blessing for our YF “meeting” and sleepover, as long as we appointed a secretary and wrote up minutes describing what we got up to. If any photos were taken, we would receive special indulgences.

“Ah, Youth!” Father Viktor sighed. “I hope you appreciate just how lucky you young people are, to be able to have such a good time together unsupervised. I didn’t get to do such things until I was at seminary, and believe me, getting into the nuns’ bloomers was a very rare treat and out of the question unless both the Abbott and Abbess were present and directing things.” He sighed nostalgically.

“They say that ‘youth is wasted on the young’, so make the most of this opportunity and prove that saying wrong. I look forward to a good report. God bless.”

* * *

With that taken care of, I got up to my room in enough time to swap out my old sheets for fresh ones on my bed, and to sweep up my room and wash my chamberpot. The amenities were few in my garret, so straightening things up and spraying some air freshener around was the least I could do. Just as I finished changing into my nightshirt, there was a knock at my door. I strode over to open it and was delighted to find all three of my compatriots standing there in their bathrobes and slippers.

“Welcome, fellow youths!” I quipped. “Please come in and make yourselves at home.”

Nick took me at my word, and started going through my dresser drawers and my nightstand, no doubt hoping to find some hidden snacks or other contraband. The best he could come up with was a tube of lube and a half-consumed package of Oreos, which he blithely passed around to the others. He then sat down near the end of my bed and untied his bathrobe, revealing a nicely ironed pair of striped PJs in the national colors of Bohemia, with a gold-colored patch of a crowned lion rampant sewn to the PJ top around the location of his heart.

“Ooo La La, Nicky!” Katka chirped. “How dapper you are.”

“Why thank you, Sister K,” he replied, “and will you give us a peek at your evening attire?”

Sister Katka teasingly pulled open her robe to reveal her perfect petite body barely covered by a pink see-through babydoll negligee, which left nothing to the imagination. Her perky little titties pushed their excited nips against the thin fabric, while the lower hem of the nightie stopped just at her furry dirty-blonde twat revealing that she had skipped any panties for her ensemble.

“Oh, Baby! Just look at you,” Nick blurted. “Let’s bring this meeting to order and get down to business!”

“Slow down, sport,” I chided him. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. There’s Sister Pavla to think of.”

Indeed, there was poor Pavla, who I couldn’t help but notice was standing there forlornly, her blind eyes shielded by a pair of sunglasses, and clearly feeling left out of all the fun of seeing what each of us had to reveal. How could we be so thoughtless? As of that moment, I resolved to bring our sister into the thick of things, in a tactile way that would hopefully make up for the visual pleasures denied her.

Nick, to his credit, looked chagrined and rushed over to Pavla to give her a big loving hug.

“Sorry, babe. I’m such an idiot. Can you ever forgive me?”

“Well, I can try Brother Nick, but I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed in my nightwear as well.”

With a resolute dignity, Pavla untied her bathrobe and pulled it open, revealing a full-body, pale blue cotton onesie molded to her curvaceous form. She looked like a grownup toddler all set for bed, complete with a bulky diaper swathing her crotch beneath the onesie’s cloth.

While Katka was probably in on the getup afyon escort — judging by her mischievous smirk — both Nick and I were caught by surprise.

“Wow!” we exclaimed spontaneously. Without showing any flesh, Pavla managed to come off as hopelessly cute, enticingly sexy, and kinda kinky. Her sunglasses were the final touch. Nick and I were already sporting wood from Katka’s babydoll, but Pavla turned our boners into flagpoles, tenting out our PJs and nightshirt.

We all descended upon Pavla and the four of us engaged in a heartfelt Embrace of Eden which melded us together into one ecstatic mass. When we once again emerged into our separate selves, we were still totally blissed out. And that’s not counting our angelic twins who were all vibrating within and around us, like holy Hitachi Magic Wands. Without a moment’s hesitation, all of us fell into a pile of flesh and open hearts on my groaning bed and basked in the glow of love that enfolded us. Our guardian angels joyfully accompanied us, but luckily their invisible forms were weightless and didn’t further strain my bed’s creaking frame.

* * *

How long we remained together in that sated mass, I have no idea. Predictably, Nick was the first to stir, raising himself up on his elbow and speaking to no one in particular.

“So, how does this Youth Fellowship deal work? Are our meetings like workshops or do we have goals to accomplish or are they like cool excuses for making out and helping each other feel really good?”

Nick had a valid question. I’d given this some thought already, so I had a few ideas to toss out there.

“Why not all of those? Workshops are fine for learning stuff, and it’s always good to have a goal, and what’s wrong with making out and making love? That could be what the Youth Fellowship is all about. That all sounds to me like a great combination.”

“But, who’s going to organize all that, and keep things straight?”

“Well, Nick! It sounds like you might not be first in line for that task. Why don’t we consult our sisters? I suspect they might have some good ideas about how to make all those things work together.”

I gave Katka an encouraging look. She crinkled her nose back at me, but her bright eyes showed she appreciated the opportunity.

“You guys! Really! Are you determined to make our little club into some stupid complicated thing? Let’s just have a good time together. We can enjoy being squished into Brother Jack’s bed, fondling each other, and getting all juicy. Perhaps we can focus on one of us at a time and express our love for each other. Doesn’t that sound delicious? What do you think, Pavvy? Do you have any ideas to add?”

“Katttkaahh!” Pavla squealed. “That sounds great. How about we start with a nice sharing of pee and poop over in the communal toilets? If we concentrate on this sacred ritual, but minimize any emphasis on sight, perhaps we could all share in an enhancement of our other senses. You all could learn to experience the old ways just through touch, smell, taste, and sound. Believe me, that can be very powerful and exciting in its own right.

“Why don’t we all disrobe, though I think I will keep my diapers on. I’m in a really naughty mood, and sharing my sacraments with you by filling my nappy seems like a special treat. I hope you agree.”

This sounded like a great idea to me, and when I glanced over at Nick, I could tell that he was quite willing to go along with it. Nevertheless, I couldn’t avoid the hunch that the Sisters had brainstormed this proposal together in the interval between dinner and our 8 o’clock meeting time. They were no slouches in concocting ways that we could all make the most of our friendships with each other. Indeed, I was beginning to suspect that bowing to their leadership might make our time together extra spicy and intimate.

* * *

Since moving into my garret in the Rectory, I’d not spent much time in the communal bathroom across the hall. Its array of toilets and group showers were remnants of an earlier era when the clergy had been much more numerous and the urge to experience defecation and cleansing as communal rituals was at its peak. These days, more often than not, our sparse crew was content to relieve ourselves into our chamber pots and empty them daily into a commode in the communal bathrooms in the Rectory and Nunnery.

Thus, our YF shared a certain naughty thrill in darting across the hall to the dark and deserted bathroom to share our pee and poop. Lit only by a few dim nightlights, the spacious room had the feel of a dreamscape, where the sleeper sought out an elusive commode that wasn’t filled to the limit with unflushed waste.

However, in our present sparse residence, we had our choice of bathroom accommodations, and we quickly settled upon a four-commode toilet cluster, whose “thrones” were openly arrayed in a tight circle facing each other. For our pee sequence, Sisters Katka and Pavla plopped themselves down on two adjacent seats and spread their thighs wide. This exposed Katka’s mound amasya escort and pee-hole, while Pavla’s diapers hid her urethra from view. Nick and I positioned ourselves in front of our enticing partners and aimed our prongs at their crotches. The two girls held hands and cut loose with a gasp, while Nick and I reveled in drenching their privates with our warm piss. Both Sisters enjoyed ecstatic climaxes through this obscene exchange of intimacy.

For our poop-sharing, we rearranged ourselves on the seats, alternating male and female, holding hands and indulging in sexy “fuck talk”. Nick was especially brazen and got us going with his rude confessions.

“Shit! I’ve really got to go. I haven’t had a dump all day and I feel like I’m about to explode. I hope I’m not too stinky.”

This seemed to trigger Sister Pavla, who let out a low moan, and squeezed our hands tightly.

“Oh, Brother Nick. C’mon and get us going. I love the smell of your farts. Open your heart, you bad boy, and push out your sacraments.”

Nick made a look of great concentration and blasted us with a mighty “Brrrraaaaappppp!”, followed by an explosion of dung balls splashing the water beneath him. The stench was ferocious.

“Oh my God!” Katka squealed. “You are so full of shit, Nicky! Thank you for sharing.”

Katka closed her eyes and frowned, as she let out a silent stink-bomb and forced a long turd out with a crisp crackling sound. She let out a great sigh of satisfaction, blushing in the dim light, and shaking herself as if she had lost all control and cum with a sizzling squirt.

“Nice one, Sister Katka.” I chuckled. “I bet that felt good.”

“Very,” she panted.

Who was next? Everyone was gazing in my direction, so I took up the challenge. I felt stuffed with fudge and the need to release it was urgent. I relaxed my sphincter and grunted forcefully as I squeezed out a solid log of shit. A great feeling of release overcame me, like a warm cloud. I mouthed a silent prayer of thanks that the Bohemian old ways were still alive and well, blessing us with their grace.

It was now Sister Pavla’s turn to share her poop, which she was eager to do in her diapers. Her nappy was already soaked from Nick and me pissing on it earlier, its white fluffy surface defaced with our yellow pee.

“My dear friends,” she addressed us. “Can you surround me and hug me tight as I open my heart and shit for you? Just close your eyes and enjoy our love together. Inhale deeply and pray for our union.”

We arose and rushed over to our dear Pavla, caressing and holding her warm body from all sides, as she grunted urgently, passing her gas and pushing her rude turds into her nappy. Our angels were fluttering their wings and helping direct a downpour of heavenly grace upon us all as Pavla’s open heart drew us into her loving bowels, as if we were living sacraments of holy dung packed together in the maze of her colon.

We were all crying uncontrollably, the intensity of our emotions overwhelming us as our tears dripped down our faces and onto each other’s bodies. It was in a shared passage of such bliss that we knew without question that the Most High had consecrated our Youth Fellowship and our activities as a true expression of the old ways, and that we were absolved of our sins, no matter what we might do together.

We were sunk in a powerful trance, as Nick made himself useful by wadding up toilet paper and devotedly wiping our shitty asses clean. He helped Pavla remove her heavy laden diapers and dump their contents in her commode, and then we all walked hand-in-hand over to the communal showers, ritually cleansing ourselves for the next phase of our fellowship together.

* * *

All cleaned up from our sharing of pee and poop, our giddy band of young spiritual initiates strolled back across the hall to my modest garret. The space was cramped, we were eager and exuding pheromones, and one way or the other, we were going to get it on. We were like four firecrackers, just waiting to be lit.

Somehow, I’m not sure how, Sister Pavla was now our President and Directress. We all bowed to her, enjoying our surrender to her loving wisdom.

“Okay, everyone, time to go blind! Katka, would you get out the blindfolds and pass them around? Here’s your chance to experience the world as I do, all the time.”

Katka went over to her bathrobe and pulled out four black sleep masks, giving one to each of us. I held off putting mine on, while I watched the others donning theirs. Pavla carefully removed her sunglasses and handed them to Katka, as she took her blindfold and fitted its elastic band around her head. Finally, with some trepidation, I put mine on and submitted to the darkness. My sense of sight was no longer available, and I took a deep breath, trying to orient myself to this new challenge.

I can only imagine how comical we must have looked, as we all reached out tentatively and tried to determine where we stood in relation to each other, without colliding or knocking heads. Pavla, who was an old hand at this handicapped condition, managed to guide us over to the bed, and have Nick and me stand aside, as she and Katka crawled up on the bed and hunkered down with their butts in the air, presenting themselves for the Kiss of Peace. (Any further visual descriptions are just my after-the-fact estimations based on deploying my other senses.)

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Pisstory Pt. 02: Sur la route

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I suppose it must have been building up for some time, but in the weeks after I left school I started feeling like my life was going nowhere and that I knew absolutely nothing about the world. On one level that was certainly true — who at that age does know much about anything beyond his or her own brief and necessarily sheltered existence? On another it was stupidly pessimistic: I had a place reserved at a good university and likely another sixty or more years to live, develop a career, travel, meet interesting people, write the books I wanted to, and find out who I was and what I believed in.

And to have sex with lots of women, of course. I think at least part of my ennui was based on the fact that I was still, technically, a virgin. This was nowhere near as unusual for someone of my age at that period in history, when the widely-mocked Bill Clinton Defence — that you had only had sexual relations with someone if these had consisted in full penetrative genital intercourse — was taken for granted as fact. Two years earlier I’d spent an extraordinary couple of hours with a girl called Emma, indulging a miraculously discovered mutual interest in what the porn industry calls ‘watersports’, but which we felt instinctively was more fundamental to ourselves and each other than such a trivialising nickname. And yet the fact that in the process my penis had never actually touched her vagina, or vice-versa, somehow diminished what we had experienced — for me, in retrospect, at least.

I’d also been reading a lot of Jack Kerouac, and like many young men who do so at an impressionable age, I’d formed the conviction that what I needed to do to break the imagined stalemate of my life was to travel. Specifically to hitch-hike, to throw myself into the unknown in search of what my new mentor — self declared hedonist and spiritual seeker both — defined as a combination of ‘kicks’ and ‘beatitude.’

I’ve always been bad at calculated planning. Even in my later life as a writer and critic I’ve tended to base my studies on personally-grounded enthusiasms — some might say obsessions — rather than dry notions of what is Really Important according to some grand theory of Art or anything else. In this case I gave it a month, during which time I nervously dipped into the University’s reading list for my first term, before writing to the Registry, putting off my start date for a year, and taking a job in a factory store with the intention of saving enough money to go hitch-hiking around Europe in the New Year.

My parents weren’t impressed. To me that seemed to authenticate my decision, the older generation existing for an 18-year-old principally as something to rebel against. Nevertheless, I attempted to explain myself to my dad, and when it was just the two of us together he was accepting enough of my desire to kick over the traces, temporarily at least. In fact, in those few months before I set off we developed a closer relationship than we ever had before, albeit one whose affection was largely silent, in the manner of men of that era. At weekends I’d help him with his garden, and one Sunday in September, at the end of the hot weather, he asked me to build a bonfire of the dry plant waste and branches he’d been removing and to set it burning while he caught the end of a Sunday League cricket match on TV. As well as being happy to do it for him, it gave me an idea of how to resolve a minor, but niggling problem of my own.

I’d kept a pair of Emma’s dirty knickers since she gave them to me two summers ago, soaked in her cunt smell and the memory of our one sweaty, piss-stained evening together. They’d been the focus of a great deal of masturbation in the few weeks that followed, but then, as is the nature of these things, they’d started to lose their odour. After a while they were completely inert. I took to wrapping them round my cock as I wanked, trying to recreate Emma’s feel and scent. Then I started cumming into them, soaking their silk and the lightly-stained gusset with my own bodily fluids and smell. I’d long since realised that I’d have to get rid of them, and the prospect now of leaving them behind to risk being found by my mother on one of her cleaning jags was completely beyond the pale. Yet I’d not been able to throw them away. That would have been like betraying Emma and our unique experience together.

I suppose that’s what they mean by a fetish. But now my Dad was giving me a perfect solution. Emma’s pants would have a funeral pyre.

I banked up the fire, taking care to construct it so a throughflow of air could distribute the flame from bottom to top, laying aside damper branches, leaves and roots to be slowly fed into the blaze once it was properly going. The vegetal smell, fading now from the early part of the year when the sap was alive and coursing, gave me a nostalgic sense much like that I felt about Emma. I went to fetch her similarly faded underwear from its hiding place at the back of my wardrobe.

I’d stashed the dirty white silk knickers artvin escort in an old cardboard box file, under a bunch of papers I’d saved for various reasons in addition to their camouflage function: some early drafts of bad poetry; an attempted drawing from memory of Emma’s profile; some abstract doodling in various coloured ballpoint pens which I’d thought had an interesting abstract structure; a badly-printed paperback edition, in French, of an obscure pornographic novel ‘Memoirs of a Young Don Juan’ by the poet Apollinaire, which I’d acquired during a language-exchange visit; a slightly mocking article about Tom Waits from a music paper; and my ticket to that great man’s first British concert the previous year at the Dominion Theatre, London, which had convinced me that critics know nothing.

Riffling through these random significances it suddenly occurred to me that I should burn them all, their box file a cremation casket, like Egyptian grave goods sent to accompany Emma’s knickers to whatever afterlife awaits incinerated underwear.

A few minutes later it was done. A gap in the stacked branches was burning white hot and just big enough to insert the box into, as though it had been somehow meant for the purpose. The cardboard and the paper inside it caught instantly, first yellow, them orange, then charred red and black. I poked it with a damp branch to break up any remaining structure, and a plume of grey ash flakes was carried skyward on the upward thermal. One fluttered down at my feet and I realised, with amazement and satisfaction, that it was a small, charred cloth label: ‘St Michael. Pure silk. Size 10.’ It was Emma’s ghost. I kissed it and slipped it quickly into my wallet. It remains there to this day.

I gave my week’s notice at the factory just before Christmas. I spent the holiday drinking with old friends, most of them already one term into university. On Christmas Eve I bumped into Tom Harrison, down from Cambridge, and we found ourselves necking whisky with beer chasers in the King’s Head Hotel, one of the historic buildings in the old market square which had escaped destruction in the late modernising frenzy.

‘Remember when?’ is supposed to be a great destroyer of intelligent conversation, but we were callow enough at the time not to have much to romantically reminisce about, and besides we were drunk as skunks and feeling as confidential with each other as two young men ever are.

“Remember that Carnival night?” I said “You didn’t end up going out with Claire, did you?”

He knew that I knew, as everybody did, that he hadn’t. For the last two years Claire Jones had made a prominent item with another occasional mate of ours, Terry Keats. But he was sharp enough to answer the question I was really asking.

“I fingered her a bit and she tossed me off in the bus station bogs, but she wasn’t really my type. I take it you didn’t have any luck with her mate, Emma?”

“We went for a walk. She showed me where she used to work weekends. Had a couple of drinks.”

All technically true.

“Did you hear what happened to her? Claire told Terry, who told me, that a couple of months afterwards she suddenly moved. Cornwall or somewhere. Official version was her father found a new job, but she told Claire her folks had found her diary and didn’t like what was in it. Thought she’d gone off the rails and fallen in with bad company. Took her away to save her from herself.”

I was stunned. I could guess what was in the diary, or some of it at least.

“Did Claire say how, or who, exactly?”

“If she did, she didn’t tell Terry. My guess is drugs. Did she say anything to you that night about illicit pharmaceuticals?”

“Not a word. Like I said, we hung out, drank.”

“Whatever it was, I’m amazed. She struck me as pretty boring. No offence to you, of course.”

In the New Year I found an old canvas holdall in a charity shop which I imagined looked a little like the canvas bag that accompanied Kerouac on his journeys across America. Mindful of the mistake my hero had made wearing lightweight Mexican loafers in rain and fog during his first expedition I also bought a new pair of walking boots. And assuming that washing facilities in any cheap accommodation where I stayed along the way would probably amount to no more than a basin, I had my shoulder-length hair cut extremely short. This last measure was to prove unexpectedly useful. I threw a couple of spare shirts (plaid, of course, like Kerouac), some underwear and socks, my already dogeared paperback of ‘On the Road’ plus a French-language edition of another favourite, Albert Camus’ existentialist classic ‘The Outsider’, into my canvas bag, and I was ready.

I had about 200 UK pounds, converted into francs and US dollar traveller’s cheques, which ought to be enough to buy me food and cheap shelter for a couple of months. At Victoria Station in London I used the last of my English cash to buy a one-way boat train ticket aydın escort to Dieppe in Normandy. I was away. I was on the road.

I’d been to France three times before, once on a family holiday to Brittany, on two other occasions on language-exchange visits organised through school. I spoke the language well. I’d chosen to arrive via Dieppe not only because it was a cheaper crossing from England but because the harbour was not that of a faceless industrial transport hub, like Calais or Boulogne, but had all the appearance of a traditional fishing port to which the arrival of a daily ferry from England was incidental to its normal business of being French. As the boat approached the shore it was greeted by a crescent of cafés, bars, small hotels, boulangeries, and all the normal business of ‘la province’ — day to day rural France.

I went into a café advertising rooms to let and booked in for the night. At the tobacconist next door I bought a road map, a postcard, and a stamp. I remembered that ‘to make a map of France’ — ‘faire une carte de France’ — was a term one of my exchange partners had taught me for having what the English rather coyly term a ‘wet dream’, presumably because an ejaculation spread out across bed sheets takes a ragged equilateral shape not unlike the ‘hexagone’ of the French Republic’s borders. I’d recalled that phrase the night after my encounter with Emma when, recently showered following our pungent and ecstatic devouring of each other, I woke in the small hours, reached under my pillow for her newly dampened and spiced knickers, and came copiously over myself and my bedding after just a couple of strokes of my penis while sniffing them.

I’d already decided to structure my perambulations around France, much as Kerouac did his around the US, by visiting people I knew and seeing what would happen as a result. I was undecided as I looked at the map whether to go see Yann first in Britanny, or Jean-Luc in the city of Blois in the Loire valley. The ‘carte de France’ told me that I didn’t need to decide immediately, since to get to either I’d need to travel first to Rouen a little way south from Dieppe. I cheerfully wrote on a postcard addressed to my best friend Charlie O’Keefe “I’m on the Road to Rouen”, assuming he’d appreciate the clunking pun, stuck on the stamp and posted it in the yellow mailbox outside the ‘tabac’. Then I ordered mussels with fries in the café, drank a couple of beers, and looked surreptitiously around me for girls. There were none, but it wasn’t a bad start.

The following day I had no trouble, as soon as I hit the Dieppe city limits, in flagging a ride to Rouen. In fact, the woman who picked me up looked slightly disappointed I wasn’t going further. She was blonde, well turned out, sunglasses on her forehead despite the fact that it was January, and no more than thirty years old. As I climbed into her convertible Peugeot I might even have imagined she had ulterior designs on me, before I realised simultaneously that there was a sleeping baby in the rear seat, a wedding ring on her finger, and a slight hesitancy in her manner once she heard my accent.

“German?” she said as I settled the canvas bag across my knees.

“English. I’m visiting friends. Thanks for the lift.”

She relaxed.

“I’m going to Paris”

“Rouen will do. My friend’s in Britanny. Near Nantes.”

Yann it was, then.

Rouen was a medieval town, full of churches, bells and shrines. I was vaguely aware it was where Joan of Arc had been burnt at the stake. It wasn’t till I read a plaque near the site of this horrible execution that I learned she was only 19 years old at the time. Later I discovered that she had been subject to intrusive investigations by her own side as to her virginity when she’d started as a much younger teenager to claim religious inspiration, and had been raped by her captors and inquisitors among the English king’s forces before they killed her. Emma had, at least, been allowed to live despite her supposed sexual ‘deviancy’ being genuine, although those in power had uprooted her from her friends and at least one putative lover in order to preserve their own sense of rectitude. I did not like Rouen.

I got out of town as quickly as I could and was picked up almost immediately by a trucker.

“Military Service?” he asked as I clambered into his cab, at which point I realised the accidental stroke of genius that had led me to get my hair cut so short. At the time, all young Frenchmen were eligible for two years’ compulsory national military service, and army pay meant that many of them preferred to economise by hitching rides when travelling to and from their family homes. Truckers tended to be sympathetic to young blokes with buzz cuts.

“No, just travelling. I’m from England, visiting friends.”

“At least you’re not one of those long-haired anarchists. Come on.”

He took me as far as a town called Alencon. Getting out in a lorry park and service balıkesir escort area, I wondered how to execute the next stage of my journey given that it was already getting dark and the road running past seemed remarkably sparse in terms of traffic. There was another character hanging around the edges of the place, rucksack draped casually across his shoulder, hair too long to be a national serviceman, but obviously not a trucker himself.

“You hitching?” I said to him in my best slang French.

“Sure. But we ain’t gonna get a ride now. I know one of the drivers here. He’ll take us both tomorrow if you’re going west. Come on, I know somewhere warm we can sleep.”

I didn’t really have much choice but to follow him. Sure, he was smaller than me, and in a fist fight I could probably have beaten him, but who knew what weapons he might have on him or what his motivations might be to lure strangers away from lorry parks? On the other hand, what was the likelihood that any serial killer would spend his time lurking around truck stops in the hope of preying on some unidentifiable foreign Jack Kerouac-worshipping hitchhiker who might just happen to show up on the off chance?

I was pretty sure he wasn’t sexually interested in me either. His girlfriend was in Bordeaux, he said, and he was travelling to see her from Lille. He’d finished his Military Service, but the hitching bug had him, and he had no money anyway.

“There!” he declared, indicating a tall steel structure set a couple of hundred metres back from the road. It was a barn, and as we approached the warm odour of hay rolled toward us

I slept deeply. Of course, by the time I woke up there was no sign of my benefactor, and by the time I’d picked the hay stalks out of my hair and off my clothes and walked back to the truck stop there were no trucks left there either. For want of any better idea I wandered back to the road, stuck out my thumb, and was instantly picked up by a farmer in blue overalls driving a Renault 4 with two sheep in the back.

“Military Service?” he enquired.

He dropped me on the outskirts of Rennes, and it took three further lifts to make it to Yann’s village, although this was such a tiny place that my final driver acted above and beyond the call of generosity by stopping to ask a number of people, and probably taking himself way out of his normal circuit, in order to help me. As I walked up the lane to Yann’s family home I began to wonder how they’d receive me. It was four years since I’d been there. A lot had changed in my own life. What could I know about what had happened in theirs?

Yann’s father, Yvon, was a small farmer, and the first thing I noticed that had obviously changed was that there were no cows either in the field by the house or in the shed at right angles to it. In fact, the shed had been completely rebuilt and now looked like a new wing of the house, with ordinary door and glazed windows. There was no smell of cow dung and the paving of the yard was clearly visible underfoot, whereas previously it had always been covered by a layer of mud. Even the tractor looked clean.

Yann’s mother Berthe answered the door.

“Holy Mary!” she said “Joseph! All grown up!”

Yann was even more astonished to see me. We’d always got on, ever since our families had met on the beach at St-Nazaire, where I’d impressed everyone with my ability to converse in French and our respective fathers had somehow managed to communicate without language their shared fascination with growing things. Yann was a couple of years older, but our friendship was based initially on the music we liked. My little brother played football with Yann’s sister, who was actually the same age as me but not obsessed with Genesis, Gentle Giant, Alan Stivell or Malicorne. Our mothers just stared out to sea, drinking white wine and laughing occasionally in some kind of amused telepathy. We’d all been invited to the Morvans’ family home a couple of days later, and when we discovered our rented cottage was only a couple of miles away, Yann and I hung out with each other most days. He introduced me to more Celtic folk-rock; I played him some of my more obscure Progressive albums. Ever since then we’d swapped tapes by post.

He hadn’t mentioned that his dad was getting out of farming. That came up about an hour into our reunion, when everyone had been asked after and I’d been admonished several times for not giving them notice of my planned visit.

“There’s no future for the peasant farmer” Yvon said. “I’ve been totally reliant on subsidies for years. We sold the cows, and now I’ve just got maize and artichokes and a few sheep in the other field. We’re negotiating the sale of the land, and building holiday apartments on what’s left. You’ll get the idea when you sleep in the hay loft.”

“The hay loft?” said a girl’s voice from the door. A tall thin young woman with Yann and Yvon’s Celtic straight black hair and blue eyes was looking intently at me. “No one’s been in there before.”

“Alana?” It could only be Yann’s little sister. All grown up.

Her eyes were greyer, smokier than her brother’s. They carried a disconcerting combination of joy and concern, almost fear. Then she grinned deliberately and the expression went out of them, though she continued to look at me intently.

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The Seduction

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I stand in front of you, my eyes gazing deeply into yours, slowly I begin undoing the buttons on my shirt… one by one, it opens to reveal a lacy, sheer bra, barely covering my hard nipples, your mouth waters as you see how erect they are…slowly I slide the shirt down over my naked shoulders and let it fall to the ground.. I lift my hands to my waist and start undoing my jeans, I push them down over my hips and step out of them, still watching you as your eyes follow my hands down to the top of my sheer thong, I hook my thumb in I slide it down over my thighs and kick it off at my feet…..

Still watching you intensely, I walk over to you and reach behind me, releasing the clasp of my bra, it opens and my breasts are released, nipples instantly hardening against the cool air… again I let it drop to the floor and seductively lower myself to my knees at your feet…

I softly place my hands upon your knees and drag my long nails lightly up over the inside of your thighs and along the outline of your stomach, I watch your body tingle and tense from the soft caress…

Leaning in closer, I snake out my tongue and trace the trail Ive left with my hot wet tip, licking your leg, nibbling your flesh , my teeth grazing across your skin as I make my way up along your trembling thighs, your heart begins to kastamonu escort pound hard, your breath quickens and your pulse races as you watch me….

My hands still caressing your naked body more firmly, my nails digging in gently as I reach your nipples, pinching and pulling on them firmly, rolling them in my fingertips, my eyes staring deeply into yours…

Seductively I place both hands on your knees as I slide my naked body up along yours, my naked flesh caressing your tingling body,my hard nipples dragging along your skin.. I hear your breath quicken, my face is close to yours, our eyes never parting as I lift my finger to your lips and trace my long red nail across them I push it inside your mouth and force you to suck on it….

Watching your eyes as you suck my finger hungrily, I slide it back out and place it against my hard nipple, flicking it around the tip of my breast, making it all wet from your own wet mouth…

I lean in and bite your lower lip, pulling it gently in my teeth as I kiss you deeply, my tongue teasing yours inside your mouth…

I lick, bite and tease my way down your neck, continuing to nibble at your naked flesh, chewing and sucking your hard nipples firmly one by one…

Flicking my wet tongue over you, I kayseri escort drag my nails and my naked body back down yours and slide on to my knees…

I smile up at you as you watch me reach for something…….. then you feel it,

I drape a silken scarf around each ankle and wrist to the chair, binding you tightly so you cant move

you dont resist, your cock twitches in anticipation…

once you are secured I look up at you, smiling I begin to lick you starting at your toes

licking and sucking your toe and making my way up your ankle, along your thigh, you feel my teeth bite and nibble at you gently

I continue up your body till I am almost at eye level with your cock

My hand reaches for you, and holds you upright as I smile and move closer sticking out my tongue I lick the tip of your cock flicking my hot wet tongue around the rim of your thick hard cock kissing and sucking gently around the perfect roundness of you, my tongue teasing the eye and licking off the pre cum

I open my mouth wider to take you inside, the heat from my mouth so intense you almost cum immediately

You throb and twitch upon my tongue as you feel my lips glide up and down your thick hard shaft I take you in deeper and deeper sucking you, so kıbrıs escort wet, so hot, you thrust yourself up into my mouth as you struggle to move in your silken restraints

I slide my lips down all the way till you are completely inside of my mouth, all of you, my tongue teasing you inside my wet mouth as you feel your heavy balls tighten I look up at you and smile as you feel yourself start to lose control, your toes clenched… you thrust your hips wildly up and down against my mouth , you fuck my mouth, my lips sucking you harder and harder my hands squeezing your balls as they twitch and tighten further smiling up at you, mmmmmmm I moan, “I want to taste you I say” “I want you to cum in my mouth”, I keep sucking you, you thrust again harder and deeper as you feel your juices preparing to explode down into my throat…

I feel you throbbing and pulsing in my mouth, knowing how close you are I continue sucking you, my nails teasing your balls, you throw back your head moaning loudly as your juices spurt deep down my throat, gulping I try to swallow it all, it dribbles between my lips onto my chest I drink your juices, sliding down my throat, dribbling over my chin as I lick and suck your pulsing cock. your thighs trembling as your body is wracked with wave after wave of orgasm

mmmmmmm I swallow everything you have to offer as your body tries to recover, your heart pounding and your pulse racing…using my finger I scoop off the droplets of cum that are left on my chest.. you watch as I lift my finger to my mouth and lick you from them…smiling, I reach down to untie you as you try to catch your breath….

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Paws for Thought Pt. 04

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Sarah was woken early on Sunday morning, by the loud ringing of the bedside telephone. She answers:

“Oh…mummy! Yes, we’re both OK. Struggling to keep ourselves entertained in the lockdown, but yes, both fit and healthy. A funeral? Oh, I see, that is very close to us. It’s a long way for you to travel…were you really that close? Stay over? But the Covid restrictions? Well, no, we don’t have anyone else in our safety ‘bubble’. Yes, yes, of course we’d love to see you, but…oh, I see, you are there now. Yes, yes, we’ll see you for lunch then.”

Sarah sprang out of bed and ran down the stairs to unlock the hall cupboard. Adam was lying on his duvet dog bed and shielding his eyes from the sudden light.

“Quickly, Adam, mummy is coming for lunch. Don’t ask! I’ll fill you in later. Just get up, get showered and into some normal clothes!”

Adam’s heart sank. He had never got on well with his mother in law, who always managed somehow to belittle him. Still, needs must, and he quickly got changed.

Downstairs in the kitchen, he worked with Sarah to prepare a suitably impressive lunch for her mother.

At 1.30 PM a taxi arrived to drop off the visiting parent and her two large cases.

Ms Cordelia Edwards gracefully exited the vehicle and paid the driver, with a large tip.

She smiled broadly as her daughter rushed forward to greet her, as best as she could manage, surprisingly wearing her new tight leather skirt and Louboutin high heels. Adam stood back slightly and allowed himself a moment to discretely observe his Mother-in-law’s undoubted mature attractiveness.

Ms Edwards was a divorcee, in her early 50’s. You could see immediately from her wonderful figure and long legs, where Sarah had inherited her good looks. However, Sarah would be the first to admit that she had not, unfortunately inherited her mother’s stunningly attractive facial features. A former model, she attracted admiring glances wherever she went.

Adam took in her outfit: A beautifully tailored black suit; the jacket pinched at her slim waist by a wide black leather belt; black fur collar and cuffs; a matching tight knee-length skirt, with a rather flirty black fur trim to the hem. Elbow length black, calf leather gloves, with matching designer izmir escort handbag. The hint of a white chiffon blouse, ‘barely black’ nylon stockings, high, shiny black heels, a very wide brimmed black hat covered in black ostrich feathers and a black lace veil, partially obscuring her immaculately made-up face and red lips…quite an ensemble!

As he stepped forward to plant a chaste kiss on her veiled cheek, he could already feel the stirrings of disturbing arousal, which this woman always seemed to stimulate in him.

After lunch, (accompanied by copious amounts of wine, Sarah and her mother retired to the lounge with a bottle of gin, leaving Adam to clear away in the kitchen. He was relieved to be on his own for a short while, though he could not help hearing the occasional burst of giggles coming from the room next door. The two women had a strong bond, and had always been open and frank about their relationships. Adam cringed, as he imagined their topics of conversation…

Finishing off the dirty dishes and sweeping the kitchen floor, curiosity got the better of him. Silently, he pressed his ear against the lounge door. Cordelia was speaking in a whisper:

“No! really? You wicked girl! A dog costume? Really, Sarah, that is simply too hilarious! In the hall cupboard? My you have been busy! No, surely he didn’t agree to that. In the garden against a tree!”

Adam jumped as he heard his wife shout to him:

“Darling, can you bring us some coffee?”

He took a pot of freshly made coffee on a tray, with cups and ‘petit fours’.

“I’ve been telling mummy about your fancy dress outfit, darling. You know, the doggy costume you tried on yesterday…why don’t you put it on again…let mummy see you in it. It’s such fun!”

“I’d rather not Sarah, really, I haven’t finished in the kitchen…”

“Just leave that, Adam. We ladies need some entertainment!”

Of course, Adam was also feeling a little drunk after lunch. If he had been sober, he would have refused…but, emboldened by the alcohol, (and if he was honest, having a slight streak of exhibitionism), he agreed to his wife’s bold request.

He retrieved the dog outfit and dressed himself, complete kahramanmaraş escort with all the accessories, including his collar and lead! Returning to the lounge, and summoning all of his courage, he got down on all-fours and presented himself to the ladies.

Sarah got him to crawl around for several minutes, while she and her mother laughed at his predicament. Then Cordelia spoke to Sarah:

“I thought you said that his ‘bits’ were on show?”

(Adam had zipped up the groin area.)

“Oh yes mummy! Come here Adam…Beg!”

He couldn’t quite believe what was happening, but almost in a trance he adopted the submissive position, in front of his wife. She reached forward, unzipped him and tugged out his genitals. From behind, she produced the rubber bone and threw it to the side of the room.

“Fetch!”

He brought the dog-toy back to Sarah, who handed it to her mother.

“He’s such a good boy for us, isn’t he Sarah? Here doggy…fetch!”

It was Cordelia who was now in charge of the bone. A cruel amused smile formed around her mouth as she clearly reveled in her son-in-law’s humiliation. Despite the alarming course of events, Adam could not help peeking at the sexy high heels and nylon stockings worn by his two tormentors. He was becoming aroused.

“Oh look Sarah, the doggy is on heat!”

Both women laughed out loud at his bobbing erection.

“I noticed him peeking at my legs and bottom, from the very moment I arrived. I always warned you that he was a filthy pervert. Look at him now…that horrible fluid, dripping from his stiff little thing. How do you put up with him Sarah?”

“I apologise, mummy. He has really let me down. You should not be subjected to displays of voyeurism and blatant uncontrolled arousal.”

“If he was my husband, I’d make sure that such behavior was severely punished!”

“You are quite right, as usual mummy. I think he should receive a sound spanking. Aren’t you ashamed, Adam?”

Poor Adam can barely believe this turn of events and can only utter a pathetic response:

“Woof!”

“It seems to me, mummy that as the injured party, you should administer his discipline. Would you mind?”

“I manavgat escort have brought several men of his type to learn their lessons, Sarah. It will be my pleasure.”

Cordelia stands and removed her skirt, revealing her long, nyloned legs in all their sleek, sensuous, erotic glory. Resuming her seat, she fixes Adam with a severe, icy stare, and beckons him forward to assume the position, across her soft, feminine lap.

Carefully, she adjusts his position, so that his genitals are locked between her thighs, then unzips the rear of his costume, to expose his hairless buttocks.

“You have needed this for some time Adam. I will recommend to Sarah, that in future, she follows my example, and keeps you very firmly in line.”

With that, she began to bring her beautifully manicured hand across his waiting naked bottom. Gradually, her spanks increase in intensity, until he begins threshing about in pain and embarrassment. He receives over one hundred blows, before she is satisfied and pushes him off her lap.

Sarah is amazed at the calm authority and strong, unrelenting punishment her mother has demonstrated. She also notes that despite his ordeal, Adam’s penis is now even more erect…and dripping. The spanking has also stimulated a strong sexual response in her own loins.

She reached out and cradles his head gently in her hands:

“You deserved that, Adam. I hope you have learned a lesson today…now apologise to mummy and thank her…properly!”

“I’m very very sorry, Mrs Edwards. Thank you for correcting my perverted behaviour.”

“Thank you Adam. I think you now need a period of reflection. Why don’t you lock him in the hall cupboard again Sarah. Until bed-time, I think…”

Sarah stands and sharply tugs his lead.

“Heel!”

At 10.00PM, the cupboard is unlocked and he is led upstairs to bed by his wife. He is instructed to carry his now rather stinky duvet doggy bed with him. (During his most recent confinement, he has ejaculated copious amounts of filthy sperm, whilst feverishly obsessing over his mother-in-law).

As Sarah prepares for her beauty sleep, she points to the floor at the end of the bed.

“I am only letting you sleep with me out of the goodness of my heart, Adam. You have disgraced yourself today, in front of my mother and myself. You will sleep at the foot of the bed, on the floor, on your doggy blanket. Good night!”

As he lies restlessly awake on the hard floor, he can hear small moans of ecstasy from the bed, as his wife friggs her hot wet pouting pussy to yet another climax. Where would this be leading him?

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Life of a Dominant Futanari Ch. 05

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Life of a Dominant Futanari Chapter 5: Crystal’s Place

As I neared her house, I noticed I was in the nice part of town. This was a primarily middle-class area, but these houses were Upper middle class. I put it in the back of my mind as I was more than happy with the thought of stretching Crystal’s tight pussy again.

I looked at house addresses, and finally, I came up to a house with a high privacy wall around the back. I was surprised as it looked expensive, but I couldn’t care less at this point. My cock wanted Crystal’s pussy, and I wanted it five hours ago when she sent me that picture. That dildo didn’t measure up to me, and I wanted to make sure I could dive into her depths.

The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to wreak her pussy. I noticed a box beside the gate that was most likely a buzzer. I pressed the button that happened to be red, and I felt a sense of gratification on pressing the red button. A loud buzz came through, and I heard Crystal’s voice.

“Who is it?” Crystal asked.

I smiled and replied, “Wreaking service, I heard you’re in desperate need of a wreaking; I am Angela; how can I help you?”

I heard a chuckle, “Come in, I have something in dire need of getting wrecked.”

The simple interaction got me harder, and the gate opened. I stepped past and headed up the steps to the front door, my heart pumping fast. This was the first time I visited someone other than family, and I felt excited. I was horny as hell, too, looking to mess Crystal’s pussy and ass up.

I knocked, and I was filled with pleasant suprise as I saw Crystal open the door immediately. She looked at me, shocked.

“Just came from… School?” Crystal asked seriously.

“Yup, Senior year turned eighteen over summer. You will not get charged for underage seduction.” I countered as I stepped inside. She watched me pass with a smile growing again on her face.

“Wow, okay, I never expected to be seducing a schoolgirl.” She said, But I could still hear the excitement in her voice. I wasn’t getting kicked outside.

“Well, You don’t exactly look like a fifty-year-old man looking to charm my panties off,” I countered with a smirk as I looked around the grand entrance of her house. It was huge with a very modern design. It looked lightly furnished and like no one lived here, very light on personal things.

Crystal laughed, “Okay, Fine, I am twenty-three; we are only five years apart.” She admitted.

I turned around smiling, “Nice place. I heard you want something wreaked. I would love to begin.” I smirked as I felt the tension on my panties slip, and my cock started to harden under my skirt. I wasn’t sure if it was in view or not, but it would be soon regardless.

Crystal smiled, “Just got here and already looking to get straight to work.” She shook her head as she stepped towards me. “I want a little foreplay this time, Angela. You can take off your bag; I will put it away.” She told me.

I chuckled, “Nah, Show me where you want me to put my bag; you can’t lift this.” I said frankly.

“Bullshit, I can lift a school backpack. Put it down, and I will put it in the closet for you. I am strong enough.” Crystal insisted.

“No, I am not saying you can’t lift an average school backpack. I am telling you that you can’t lift mine.” I told her frankly, “You will hurt yourself if you try.” I finished.

“Let me try,” She said. Her voice got competitive, and I sighed. This happened every time someone asked me to pick up my bag. It never fails.

I took off my backpack, but I didn’t want Crystal to hurt herself, “There are over two hundred pounds of weights in my bag; watch yourself.” I told her, my expression stern.

She looked up at me, slightly shocked. “No way, That is a fuck ton of weights.” She said and stepped to where I placed my bag. “You’re carrying it like it’s nothing. No fucking way there that much weight.”

“Try it then, and don’t hurt yourself. I would hate for it to ruin later activities. After you try and fail, show me where you would like me to put it, and you can show me around.” I told her my voice, confident and annoyed she doubted me.

She stepped towards me and was about to pick up my bag when I had a sudden thought. I stopped her just before she tried to lift the bag, “What will I get if I am telling the truth?” I asked her.

Her hands were already on it. Crystal let go and looked up with suprise painting her face. A smirk replaced the surprise, “Okay, If there is that much weight in here,” She said, pointing at the bag, “Or more than you said confirmed with my own eyes. I am yours the entire night, and you can use anything in my house to play with me. Only if I say my safe word if you’re going too far do you have to stop.” She said with a confident grin of her own. “On the other hand, if you lose…” She smiled mischievously, “You will be my dildo for the next couple of days, Angela. I will blindfold you and no touching while I ride you to completion myself. Your release will düzce escort only happen if I decide to play with myself that long.”

My eyebrows rose as she upped the ante herself, and I closed the distance between us, and I lowered my head to the point we almost kissed, “Bet, Made Crystal. But next time, my terms will be harsher on you.” I told her with a dark promise I never knew could come out of me. I saw Crystal shiver under my dark gaze. She nodded her assent before I stood tall again.

“Well, Check it out then,” I told her with a smile. I stepped back and grinned.

Crystal bent down and failed to lift it with a “Hmph!” As she looked shocked, speechless, “What the Fuck is in this?!” She exclaimed.

I was just glad she didn’t hurt herself as I squatted in front of the bag and opened the big pouch. I pulled out my lunch box, then my textbooks one by one, then I started to pull out soft weights one by one, the twenty lbs visible on it and eight came out she looked shocked. Then I pulled out the base block with a piece of iron that said fifty lbs on it. I smiled as I looked triumphantly at her when I stood.

“I carry to school two-hundred and ten plus pounds. Although my morning runs consist of the weights on my arms and legs. That is just my morning routine without pumping iron.” I smiled while she looked at me with shock. “Well, I guess I win,” I told her with a large smile. “Show me around, Crystal I am sure I will find some fun things to play with you around your house. I have over five hours here. I am sure you can handle it.” I boasted.

“Okay,” She replied, regaining her wits. “You never lied to me last night. You are muscular, very hidden too,” She commented, hitting a sore point, and I frowned.

“Yeah, I hate it. I love my abs. They show, and I love to stroke them. My biceps deserve some love too, but the flab covers them from me kissing them.” I told her as I repacked my bag, and I opened the front pocket, and I nodded, seeing my smelly gym clothes in there before closing my bag. “Where you want me to put the bag?” I asked her.

“Put it in the closet with the jackets. I wanted to treat you with more hospitality like a wife waiting on her husband, but that dream was broken.” Crystal replied.

I looked shocked, but I smirked, “Oh, We’re married?” I asked as I opened the front closet. Inside were various expensive jackets. I ignored them and placed my bag down inside before closing the door and taking off my shoes to follow her inside.

“Nope, But I am not going to lie if Baby trapping you isn’t in my mind. That cock made me orgasm like never before.” She giggled at my shocked expression, “Angela, I am kidding. There is more to a relationship than orgasms.” She said bluntly. “No matter how many you give me, I can always use a dildo if your personality sucks.” She finished her expression dark.

I decided to change the subject, “Well, Show me your place so I can mess you up tonight, Crystal. We can get to know each other slowly. For now, though, you already made me struggle with a boner all day.” I told her honestly.

She chuckled, “Great, let me show you around; I am sure you’ll find something…” She stepped inside with a smile, and I followed her in, ready to find some things to enjoy our evening.

She started to show me around her large place, and I was surprised. She had a modern living room and a huge kitchen. I was more watching her ass, though, wanting to split that ass open to raiding it. She walked around, and I followed Crystal’s ass around. I was surprised with the wealth, but it didn’t really feel alive. She took me to the office, where it finally felt more lived in. She had bookshelves lining the walls with a metric fuck ton of decorations. All anime girls and light novels and the color scheme hit my eyes hard.

“This is my anime collection!” Crystal announced proudly. “You don’t like anime; you probably don’t like me. Although that might not be the case, I love showing this off to my rare guests.” She said with a large grin. I saw that look in her eyes, and I was tempted to use one of the figurines to play with her. I scrapped that idea, though, as I knew these types of things could be fragile.

“Well, What do you think of it?!” She asked, her eyes shining stars. I was surprised I came here to get laid, but I smiled with her genuine enthusiasm. I had no idea what I was looking at, though. “You don’t like it, do you?” She said and pouted.

“Well, It’s not that I don’t like it.” I replied truthfully, “You look interested in this stuff. I just legitimately have no idea what any of this stuff is or what it is for.”

Her eyes grew, and she looked a mixture of outraged and flabbergasted. “You don’t know what anime is?!” She asked slowly.

“Nope, never heard of it before. However, some of these characters look like something from Mario kart’s sort of style. I really never watch anything. I never even knew that I like dominating things edirne escort till just the other day. I love pumping iron, running, sports, and other physical activities.” I said to her mouth, hanging open wider and wider. “So when I am bored, I strap on some weights and go for a run. Nothing beats the high of doing squats with three hundred pounds.” I said with a giant grin.

“Your friends ever do things with you?!” Crystal seemed to grow more concerned, it sounded.

“I’ve never had friends,” I said, and I realized that I might not get laid now. We were talking, and it felt weird. “I have always been the social outcast or Dick girl.” I continued truthfully as I leaned against the door, seemingly the safest place to lean against.

“Ah, Don’t lean on the door. I have a rare poster on it,” Crystal chided, and I stood in the center of the room, not knowing where to stand. “Let’s exit,” Crystal said, but it looked in to be lost in thought. Outside the room, she spoke up again. “No friends?” She asked.

“Nah,” I said as I closed the door to unknown valuables behind me. “Show me the rest of the house it has been interesting to see someone else’s home for once,” I told her with a smile, trying to change the subject.

Crystal seemed primed to continue, though, and I stepped up and placed a finger on her mouth. “You made a bet,” I said darkly as my cock felt breezy, and I wanted to wrap it in her juicy pussy. “I want to see what I can use in your house. I am horny, and we can pillow talk in the breaks.” My voice seemed to make her eyes shine as I told her that sternly.

She nodded without thought before smiling and showing me upstairs. Inside was just four bedrooms. She turned proudly as she entered the largest. It was in the same anime style, but it looked much more lived-in than the rest of the house. “This is my room,” She said, pointing at the large king-size bed, “I am sure we can have some fun on it.” She said with a grin. “I only have one place to show you.”

Her grin turned dark, and we headed downstairs, and through the laundry room, there was a door you wouldn’t notice in your first walk-through. She took me down into her basement. She turned her back to the door at the bottom of the stairs. “You’ll love this place, Anglea.” Crystal said, and I heard her turn the knob and open the door.

Inside there was equipment galore. Various tables and cabinets expanded for the floor to the rafters above. Things mounted into them while making sure the house stayed together. Pillers were incorporated into the design of an amazingly decked-out BDSM dungeon. My mouth was wide open, and I turned to Crystal. She made that bet on purpose, I realized instantly. She wanted me to do my worst to her. She needed a wreaking, and she wouldn’t be getting up to her room by herself tonight.

I questioned where she got all the money for this, but I didn’t care. I stepped up to her, completely willing to use her equipment. “You little Minx…” I trailed off as I stepped up to her. I took the initiative to kiss her lips to her surprise. “You’re going to be my whore tonight. I will be using all of your holes.” I told her.

I noticed her expression change from slight shock to happiness before a quick frown. “Before we begin, I want to make some things clear, Angela. Please do what you want to me. I want the surprise, But if I say Red light in any context, you stop!” She said very seriously. I nodded, “I mean it, you stop. Now… What are you going to do to me, Angela? I have been you a naughty bitch today.”

I smiled, and I looked at her in her T-shirt and short shorts. “You look delicious, you naughty bitch, but I think you’re wearing too much for such a naughty girl. I think girls like you would like a good spanking to start the festivities and get you in the right mood.” I said, wanting to slap that nice as I followed around teasing me. I pushed for it as I wanted to feel it ripple from my hand.

Her grin turned naughty, “Oh, This bitch definitely has been naughty.” Crystal confirmed, and I didn’t keep up with pretenses any longer and stepped forward towards her.

I had only one question left, “You care about that clothing? If you do, it better be on the floor five seconds ago.” I felt my sanity waning. I wanted to see her naked again. I stepped forward, and she tore off her shirt and shorts really quickly. Underneath were see-through panties with a hole down the middle and a see-through bra. I didn’t care to get fancy at this moment.

I closed on her as her shirt fell to the ground. “This bitch definitely needs punishment,” I told her. She yelped as I didn’t talk anymore. I grabbed her by the waist and picked her up, holding her under my arm. Her legs dangled off the ground, flailing uselessly in her surprise as my hand swiftly came down on her beautiful ass.

It was perfect for her body, and my hand was swift. The pent of lust I felt all day came down on that first slap on her ass. Crystal elazığ escort yelped as I felt her ass cheek ripple from the source, and I fell in love. That slap felt so good. I think I found a new hobby that brought about the same amount of love as pumping iron. I never knew it was possible. My hand came down again on the same ass cheek with a matching yelp from Crystal. The ripple from my hands and the gratification that went with it filled my head with pleasure.

My hand started to swiftly move as I wanted to change things up as my world became how Crystal’s ass rippled under my hand, her yelps as my hand came down on her ass repeatedly. Her ass rippled, and my hand would come down while it was still doing so, creating waves of happiness that clashed as I moved from ass cheek to ass cheek.

Only when both ass cheeks were red, and my cock had lifted my skirt did I stop. “A much easier to work with bitch to play with now,” I said, putting Crystal back on her feet. She had this look after the first time I fucked her for moments. I think she orgasmed to my spanking her ass and the tears on her cheeks made my cock twitch in excitement.

I closed the distance of our lips, and I took her mouth. Her arms wrapped around my neck and the kiss deepened further. My hands grabbed her sore ass and lifted her. I heard her moan into my mouth as I kissed her. She played with my tongue, and I tried to keep up. I carried her over to a bed in the basement with restraints on it. I wasn’t interested in the restraints at this point but somewhere to place her.

I laid her down on the bed before standing, and I started to strip. Crystal watched me from below and made a comment, “Wow, You have an amazing body.”

I smiled, “You look fucking sexy yourself,” I told her as my skirt dropped to the floor, and I had no patience to wait any longer. I poked her pussy with my fingers feeling her wet pussy up as I trusted my fingers inside her. My thumb moved to play with her clit, and Crystal moaned as I played with her. Her moans fueled my need, and I stepped forward to take her when Crystal tossed a package at me.

“Before you insert, put it on. You, nor I want a kid at this point.” She said. I groaned, but I tore open that package and put on the giant condom that covered my cock. I didn’t wait any longer, though, and my tip was playing with her entrance. Crystal moaned, and her mouth just opened and started to say something when I pushed in. “YO- OOH!” She screamed out as my cock pushed into her pussy without warning. I moaned as I felt her tighten on me and spasm. I remembered those spasms from her the first time and knew she came from my insertion.

I laid atop Crystal and took her lips. She moaned and kissed me back, and I trusted inside her. My speed picked up, and my hand grabbed a breast as I pushed myself till I felt the end. She cried out as I took her harder and faster I moaned, feeling good as I felt her squirt onto my stomach and spasm on my cock.

With that, I gave her a break and pulled out of her with a simple command. “Get on all four’s bitch. I will fuck you like the Bitch you are.” I told her. Crystal didn’t hesitate and got on her hands and knees, wagging her ass to beg me to fuck it. I lined my cock up with her hole and felt the wetness of her pussy on the tip of my cock as I teased her hole.

“Beg for it bitch,” I told her.

“Please, Give me your cock,” She yelled with lust and want, tainting her voice endlessly. “Give me that big, Fat, Futa cock, Please!” She begged, and I obliged, driving it into the end of her pussy. She cried out at the sudden insertion, and I followed it up with a good slap to her sore red ass. Crystal spasmed on me, and fluids erupted from her pussy.

I gave no mercy as I started to fuck the pussy into submission from behind as she cried into the room. My hands joined into the fun, spanking her already sore ass making her orgasm twice as often, and a puddle started to form on the bed. That didn’t stop me, and I continued to abuse that amazing ass watching and feeling the ripples terminating from each slap that brought happiness into my heart. I took her harder and faster as I spanked her ass.

I rapidly reached the edge and stopped spanking her. I took hold of her wrists as all Crystal could do now was cry out to the heavens for mercy as I pulled her onto my cock even harder. I reached my peak, and I released inside her filling her womb through the condom as I roared out my satisfaction with a primal shout.

My hips felt weak as I released my seed for the first time today, and I grunted as I pulled out. Again the condom came off as I pulled out of her pussy. The end of it remaining on the outside. I pulled it out of her earning another loud moan from her. The condom was sixteen inches long, and the condom was filled looking like a water bag. It had about two inches leftover, and I tied it shut like I saw Crystal do.

Crystal, on the other hand, was huffing like she just ran a marathon. Her legs trembled on the bed, and I laid down beside her where our fluids weren’t. I pulled her atop me and smiled as I saw her pleasured, tired face. I brushed her hair off her face, and I got a drunk-looking smile.

“That was amazing,” Crystal said, looking up at me with that smile. “You fuck like a beast Angela and have the strength of one.”

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The Training of Jeff Stintum Ch. 15

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Chapter 15: A Different Kind of Dinner

Sarah had just served Jeff a steaming plate of bar-b-que ribs, complete with helpings of broccoli and mashed potatoes, and was about to serve herself a (much larger) plate, when her phone rang. Jeff jumped a little in surprise at her sudden ringtone; it was some kind of fast aggressive club music. He would have been surprised a few weeks ago to learn this was Sarah’s ringtone, but now it seemed to make sense. He felt his mind wandering uncontrollably…did Sarah go out clubbing a lot? He imagined her huge lithe form twisting and twerking its way through a crowd on the dance floor as purple lights flashed through the dense nightclub fog.

“Oh, what the fuck?” said Sarah, smiling as she took out her phone and saw who it was. She turned to Jeff, who was sitting down at the table with his full plate in front of him, his legs dangling from the chair. “You go ahead and dig in, Jeff. This’ll just be a minute.”

She turned away as she answered the call. “Still having some issues with the report, Steve?” A few silent moments passed and she laughed. “Well, I just assumed it was important, since you decided to call my personal number.” Jeff started to pick at his food, his eyes on Sarah’s back. He wished he could see what her expressions were. Her wavy blond hair swayed from side to side as she shook her head. “You don’t have to apologize, Steve. You’re having some concerns.” A few more moments passed and Sarah began drumming her long fingernails on her marble countertop. Jeff was mesmerized by the sight and sound…her fingers looked so huge when she was moving them like that. Was she getting impatient with this guy? Who was he anyway? Without realizing it, Jeff was beginning to hope that Sarah would get mad at this “Steve” on the other end and abruptly hang up on him.

“No, uh-uh,” said Sarah suddenly, shaking her lovely head as she turned around in a flourish to face Jeff. “That’s where the problem is, Steve.” She immediately noticed that Jeff hadn’t touched his food and furrowed her brow at him, pointing at his food and throwing her pointed hand around and around in a quick rotation, as if to say ‘Come on, come on!’ Jeff looked at her, confused, and she rolled her eyes and sighed genially as she walked over to him in a couple of long graceful strides.

“Yes, I’m aware that’s what the manual says, Steve,” she was saying patiently as she sidled over to stand behind Jeff. She now stood completely behind him; he couldn’t see her, but he could hear her voice high above him and felt the enormity of her presence. “But remember, we’re not dealing with the Multix Fusion Max model, right? This is the Ysio Max model we’re talking about. It’s much newer.” Jeff felt Sarah’s right hand touch his shoulder and then gradually envelop it in her soft but powerful grip. He felt her big hand snake down his arm like syrup…she paused for a moment on his bicep to show how she could wrap her hand entirely around it. Jeff was breathing heavily again and craned his head directly upward to look at Sarah. From the part of her face that he could see past her breasts, she seemed to be looking out straight ahead into the room, listening to the other man on the line. Jeff kept looking up at her for a few more moments, and she glanced down and gave him a quick smile as her eyebrows went up and down at him. She pushed her hand farther down his arm, making sure that Jeff felt the soft healthy skin of her forearm against his. Then she knelt down behind him and took his right hand in hers. Holding it lovingly but firmly, she manipulated it over to his fork and made him pick it up. Kneeling down behind a seated Jeff, Sarah’s head was still taller.

“Yes, I know there are many similarities between the two,” said Sarah, apparently interrupting what would have been a long ramble by “Steve” on the other line, “but there are several essential differences that you need to remember.” Jeff’s hand was thoroughly engulfed by Sarah’s now, and he was powerless to stop her as she guided his hand holding the fork over to the broccoli on his plate. Using his hand as a proxy, she stabbed into a couple broccoli stalks and then brought the food slowly up to Jeff’s mouth — she was feeding him using his own hand. Jeff felt a splash of shame at this newest ridiculous show of power, and he almost decided to shut his mouth and refuse to be fed. However, even Jeff knew at this point that such a gesture would have made him look more, not less, childish. He looked up at Sarah who smiled down at him and mimed opening her mouth at him with her wide eyes — she was enjoying this exchange, but might have enjoyed it more if she hadn’t had to deal with this “Steve” on the other line. As he resigned himself to the mouth full of broccoli which Sarah gently pushed into his mouth, Jeff felt discombobulated by his irritation at Sarah’s treatment of him and his jealousy of the other man she was talking to. He did not have the mental wherewithal to realize the ironic humor of his situation: he was annoyed at feeling humiliated yet again by Sarah, but dammnit ardahan escort he didn’t want this humiliation to be interrupted, especially not by some other guy.

“Well, no, both models have a maximum exposure voltage of one hundred and fifty kilovolts,” said Sarah as she guided Jeff’s fork over to the mashed potatoes. “But it’s the MAX wi-D detector that you have to pay attention to.” She shoveled a mound of potatoes into Jeff’s mouth as he struggled to take it all — he hadn’t quite gotten done chewing the broccoli yet. “Nope, nope,” said Sarah, managing to keep the annoyance out of her voice by maintaining her chipper professional demeanor, “You’re thinking about the MAX static detector.” She let a few seconds pass, listening to Steve bumbling his way through on the other end. She glanced over and slightly down at Jeff, whose mouth was still full of food despite his best efforts. She couldn’t help but laugh to herself as she felt a brief flash of heat like lightning through her loins. She was going to start some shit tonight with him…she really was.

“Correct,” she said into her phone, smiling at Jeff as he turned around to look at her again. “Yes, the MAX wi-D detector. And unlike the MAX static detector, it has a cesium iodine scintillator. Yes…” A brief garble of words on the other end made Sarah laugh. “Don’t be silly, Steve — I just pay attention to things.” She squeezed Jeff’s hand and released him, apparently satisfied that he could do the rest of the work on his own, and stood up. Jeff could feel the vacuum of space where her body had knelt behind him swiftly fill up with cool air, as it whipped around him and even ruffled his hair a bit. He turned to look back at her and saw her once again in the kitchen, beginning to serve herself dinner. She had her head down and was smiling at the floor.

“Steve,” she said playfully, “if I didn’t know better, I’d say that you purposefully didn’t take notes at the orientations just so you could call me up at night after hours.” Her smile widened at his response. “Oh, is that right? Hmmm, we’ll see, we’ll see.” She had turned and was bringing her heaping plate over to the table. Jeff quickly picked up one of the pork ribs to make it look like he was doing anything other than eavesdropping on the conversation. The rib was warm and sticky and felt big in his fingers…he glanced over at Sarah’s hand holding her plate as she put it down on the table, noticing that her hand spanned the entire plate, and more. Without even realizing, he put his own hand next to his plate in response. It stretched just barely half the plate’s length. He swallowed nervously and waited for Sarah to hang up.

“Ok, ok…all right Steve…haha, ok I have to go — I’m eating dinner! Yeah! Yeah…ok, and don’t forget, the cesium iodine, right? Right. Ok, good. Ok, haha, bye Steve.” She looked at Jeff with wide eyes and heaved a great sigh, expanding her diaphragm hugely in the process. “Sorry about that,” she said, “That was Steve from work. He’s a fourth-year med student.” She took her fork and lost no time in stabbing a few fat bunches of broccoli, swirling them around in her mound of buttery mashed potatoes, and plopping the whole concoction smartly into her mouth. Jeff stared at her mouth chewing, unable to process how much food she had just taken in one bite.

“What, Jeff?” asked Sarah, chewing. “You don’t like it when people mix their food?”

“No!” said Jeff quickly, “N-no, I just…I just…, uh…” and he had nothing else to say. Sarah gestured to his plate.

“Eat up!” she said, “I’m not gonna keep doing it for you!” She smiled at him as she took a large swig of water from her glass. “Yeah,” she said, reaching for one of the ribs on her plate, “you’d kind of expect a fourth-year to understand the difference between MAX wi-D and MAX static detectors.” She brought the large rib up to her face, sizing it up. It must have been around five inches long. “Not to mention the fact that MAX wi-D uses a cesium iodine scintillator.” She casually inserted the entire rib into her mouth and sucked on it thoughtfully for a moment, baring her teeth inside her closed mouth to tear off the meat. A moment later Jeff saw her withdraw the rib from her mouth — it was completely clean. He looked at the rib in his own hand; it seemed to be roughly the same size. It was absurd to even think about eating it in the way Sarah just had, so he brought it up to his mouth and took what he thought was a respectable bite. The meat was soft and tender, and was infused with that delicious rich smoky-tangy spice of well-executed bar-b-que. He chewed a while and swallowed, legitimately enjoying the food.

“Good, huh?” said Sarah, eying him as she inserted another long rib into her mouth, and again pulling it out clean. “Pork is high in thiamin — really important micronutrient. Helps metabolize glucose and amino acids and lipids.” She chewed as she watched him, and she smiled. “You’re not really absorbing any of this, are you Jeff?” He struggled through adıyaman escort some more chewing as he tried to nod his head, managing more of a half-shrug.

Sarah laughed as she collected another massive forkfull of broccoli. “That’s ok Jeff — you don’t need to know all that stuff.” She put the fork in her mouth and pulled it out again. “But what you do need to know is that eating is important. Nutrients are important.” She regarded his blank stare as she chewed her food. She looked at his thin, waifish little body, which she had draped with the sofa blanket once again before they sat down. ‘Fuck it,’ she thought lustfully, ‘I’ll go for it.’

“And speaking of nutrients, Jeff,” she said, “you definitely need more of them. Look at you!” She indicated to his tiny body with an open hand, inviting him to take a good look at himself, which he did…through the blanket hanging over him he looked down at his exposed ribs, his bony pelvis, and over and across his gaunt chest and skinny arms. For the first time in her presence, Jeff truly felt the reality of what she was saying. He was a shrimp. And compared to her…

“You’re all skin and bones!” said Sarah cheerily, but with a touch of concern, as she cleaned off another long rib with her teeth. Jeff stared at the clean white bone of the rib she held casually in her fingers, before she dropped it into a fast-accumulating pile on her plate and reached for another. He couldn’t believe how fast and how thoroughly she was eating — he looked at the partially-eaten rib he was holding, which seemed untouched save the small bite that he had taken a minute before. It had seemed like a pretty respectable bite to him that had taken a while to chew completely, and yet here Sarah was literally inserting each rib into her mouth whole and pulling it out completely spotless.

“You like watching me eat, Jeff?” asked Sarah, winking at him as she stuck another rib in her mouth. She rolled her eyes back in her head and closed them, uttering a deep and exaggerated “Mmmmmmmmm!” before pulling it out again and tossing it unblemished onto her pile. She made wide eyes at him again and smiled, licking her lips and laughing. Jeff felt the now-familiar white hot anxiety intensifying within him…he couldn’t even watch her eat for more than a few seconds before she caught on and made fun of him. More and more, he was feeling trapped at this dinner.

“Come on, Jeff — eat!” Sarah laughed, her play apparently over. “I’m serious, you really need to get more nutrients. Especially before a major surgery, it’s important that your body has what it needs to function properly.” She was performing some deft work with her fork as she neared the end of her broccoli and mashed potatoes, and Jeff could feel an emotional volcano bubbling inside of him, threatening to reach the surface. He had no idea what it was, because the sheer speed and insane range of his thoughts were combining to completely overwhelm him. Plus he was not used to analyzing his own feelings to begin with. His fixation on Sarah’s size in relation to him reigned at the forefront, along with her cool demeanor and seeming effortlessness of motion. She was so big, so huge compared to him, and yet she moved about like water, like some kind of graceful goddess…though Jeff would not have thought about it this way, it seemed to him like the laws of physics followed Sarah, rather than the other way around. He was utterly entranced by her and everything she did.

And yet at the same time he was becoming fast and crushingly aware of his own tininess. He had known he was a smaller guy for a while, but he had not truly realized how small he actually was until Sarah began calling his attention to his own body. Especially since he started staying in her house, and spending more time around her, this reality was becoming more and more apparent. He had not realized how much his ribs stuck out, how weak and bird-boned his wrists looked, and how pathetically small his legs and torso were. Even his skin, which felt ashy and had a dull grayish pallor, looked unhealthy to him, especially in comparison with the vigorous and healthy white shine of Sarah’s skin. His mind shot back to her bathroom, and all of her lotions on the counter…yes, Sarah definitely took care of her skin. That’s why it looked so good…but…but also, his thoughts were complicated by the fighting remnants of his old self. Of course Sarah looked better and younger — she was 21 and he was 28! Of course she looked better than him — girls were supposed to look hotter and sexier anyway, weren’t they? Jeff surprised himself with these spirited flashes of resistance; part of him couldn’t even fathom that he was still telling himself these things, and believing them. It was true that this part of Jeff had been squeezed smaller and smaller each day he was at Sarah’s, and yet, the smaller it got squeezed by the reality of his situation, by Sarah’s clear superiority, the more hot and intense and vicious it became. His old pride was not going karabük escort down without a fight.

“W-what do you mean, “more nutrients?”” he asked Sarah in a voice that sounded smaller and more submissive than he intended.

Sarah looked across the table at him as she cleaned off another rib. She paused a second or so before answering…did Jeff see her nostrils dilate a bit? Was that a little smile that flashed across her face? “I mean exactly that, Jeff. More vitamins. More minerals. More healthy fats.” She deposited her seventh rib into the pile and, for emphasis, leaned across the table over her exposed forearms, making them look even bigger. “And definitely more protein.”

Jeff knew she was right. About everything. But he felt like arguing with her. “B-but I’m healthy!” he said indignantly. Sarah kept leaned forward and simply looked at him, patiently waiting for him to say his piece as her sea green eyes smoothly held his. He backtracked a little; he had to at least say something believable. “I’m not — I’m not that healthy, and I know…I know that I’m not that big for a guy my age, but…but you make it, you make it sound like I’m — I’m about to, to die or s-something.”

Sarah leaned back in her chair and laughed. “Not big for a guy your age? Jeff, no offense, but you’re not that big for a guy or a girl…in high school.”

She reached out her hand across the table and pinched Jeff’s exposed upper arm with her fingers. He flinched at her sudden motion, but had nowhere to go — he simply sat there, stock still. Sarah pinched and prodded his arm with her large fingers, testing it for size.

“See?” she said gently, yet matter-of-factly, as her fingers worked, “I mean, Jeff…come on. Look at that. You’re a man…who’s almost 30. And there’s really…uh, really not much there.” Sarah had briefly lost her train of thought, as she herself had become mesmerized by the sight of her hand feeling up his upper arm. She felt the steady calm boil of lust begin to quicken in intensity, as she felt shivers of pleasure go up and down her spine and linger lusciously in her loins. She breathed in and out purposefully a few times, reminding herself to not go too quickly. And then she went deeper.

“I mean,” she continued in the same gently pragmatic tone, taking advantage of Jeff’s paralysis, “it isn’t really normal for a guy your age to be this…this small.” She took his bicep and deliberately wrapped her hand completely around it — it wasn’t even close. Her hand and fingers easily spanned its circumference, to the extent that her middle finger came all the way around and went past the knuckle of her thumb. She held his arm like this for a moment, and then lifted it up slightly, showing how easily she could manipulate his body.

“Look at that, Jeff…I mean, wow, look at it!” Her tone wasn’t mean or harsh — it was simply expressing the genuine amazement that they both felt, that anyone would have felt, in witnessing such a lopsided size difference. Especially between a man and a woman, and especially between a man and a woman who was 7 years younger. After marveling for several moments at how tiny and weak his arm looked in her grasp, she turned to look at him. His eyes were looking helplessly at his arm. ‘Perfect,’ she breathed to herself, looking at him with cool fire. He tried to move his arm down a bit. Sarah held him firmly; she noticed his attempted resistance, but it did not come close to budging her own arm. Jeff’s breathing became labored as he realized that he could do nothing to make Sarah let go…he was trapped, but he could not fail to notice her long manicured fingers wrapped so elegantly around his shriveled arm, and her warm plush palm holding him like a patient vise…and his eyes kept traveling across to her arm, to her strong shapely wrist and full voluptuous forearms. Her shape was so strong, so fluid, so elegant…and she was calling attention to his…his…and he couldn’t keep up the thought and began to panic as he felt her eyes penetrating his flesh. He turned desperately to look at her.

She held his eyes without making an expression for a few long moments: it was just her staring at him, her eyes infiltrating his cowering form. But then she blinked and her eyes gleamed playfully again as she smiled at him.

“I’m not trying to embarrass you Jeff,” she said kindly, giving his arm a last squeeze and releasing him. “I’m just — it’s just that…well, you’re really tiny, and I just wanna make sure you’re getting all the stuff you need to stay healthy.”

Jeff’s ego was completely cornered, and another person with more sense might have simply gone along with the obvious truth Sarah was speaking. But Jeff was beginning to resent the way that he felt Sarah was controlling him. As she had wrapped her hand around his bicep and tested it for size, he had noticed, yet again, that his cock had started to harden, utterly against his will. The more he looked at her large elegant hand (with her long red nails) wrapped around his arm, at her strong substantial wrists, at her undeniably strong, healthy, feminine arms, at her entire body, next to his own, the more uncontrollable his arousal became. She was manipulating his body, his thoughts, everything. She must know…and like anyone who has no control over their own thoughts, who is not accustomed to managing their own insecurities, and who is afraid, he reacted angrily.

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My Days as a Swim Coach Pt. 02

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Shortly after the twins finished their detailed financial analysis and determined that I was flat-broke, they dismissed me. In an overt display of control on their part, they remained in my office as I left quietly, with my tail between my legs. I have no clue how long they stayed in there, as I left the campus, and headed home to try and figure out my game plan.

It felt like my whole world was closing in on me, the cumulative result of my recent stupid decisions where the twins were concerned. I had crossed the line so many times, driven by my lust, and encouraged by their acceptance of my lewd behavior. I texted them numerous times, but they ignored my attempts to reach out, which elevated my anxiety level.

I had to face them the following day at school, and was not surprised when Erica and Jessica took control of the group and pretty much ran the show. I faded into the background, taking great care to address the five with the respect that they now felt entitled to. After class, the twins summoned me to the equipment room, and my heart sank as I entered nervously, and encountered the five, chatting excitedly, in a foreign language.

I stood awkwardly by the door as they continued to chat, barely acknowledging my presence. I understood the occasional word, mostly pejoratives like “pussy” and “bitch” that I had encountered before in porno movies, although I did hear my name mentioned numerous times.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the room went silent, and Erica spoke.

“We have decided to think about your fate for a week,” she informed me dispassionately. “Then we will put it to the vote. There are five of us, so we will be able to come up with a majority vote, either way.”

“Either way?” I asked nervously, once I was sure that Erica was done speaking.

“Yes, either we find some use for you, or we turn you in to the authorities and let the justice system punish you as it deems appropriate,” she said confidently. “The Judge deemed four years appropriate for Garcia,” she added cruelly.

“See you tomorrow, Oscar,” Jessica said, letting me know it was my time to leave.

They let me stew in my own juices for a week, my anxiety level almost prompting me to seek medical attention. During that week, my leadership role in the classroom was usurped by the five, each of the stunning East European blondes taking turns to step up and run the practice sessions. I remained in the background, and was required to wear just my speedos for the duration of the day. I was relegated to taking care of the equipment, ensuring that after each session in the pool, everything was stored away correctly, the towels were laundered, and the female locker room was spotless.

I had been given complete autonomy over my swim program, and for this reason there were very few intrusions from other staff members or faculty. It seemed as if the privacy of the scantily-clad teenagers was of utmost importance, and so any interruptions were preceded by a warning. This gave the five time to yield the floor to me, so that it still appeared as if I was running the show.

After school, I was required to return immediately to my room, where I could take my meals. I was not permitted to masturbate and the twins removed all traces of theirs from my room, namely the scented panties and my latest beloved eleven by fourteen laminated photo. After two days, I was out of my mind with desire, having gone from jerking off four to five times a day, to complete abstinence.

On the third day, as I sat in my room trying to come to terms with my new reality, I got a text from Erica. My hands were shaking as I opened it, dreading the outcome of any decision the five may have made.

“Turn on the local news channel,” the text read, “something of interest to you is on right now.”

I complied immediately, not wishing to give the five any reason to turn me over to the authorities. The news station was reporting that the disgraced former swim coach of UIC Barcelona, Juan Garcia had been assaulted in prison, and was hospitalized for treatment of multiple injuries. The newscaster went on to say that Mr. Garcia had been attacked numerous times since his incarceration, despite having been assigned to a protective custody ward. As they detailed his injuries, which included stab wounds, broken ribs, and a torn rectum from a prolonged sexual assault, I broke down and began to cry.

For me, this news was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and I sent a group text to Erica and Jessica asking them respectfully if they could meet me the following day. They kept me waiting all day, but finally after the last swim practice of the day, I was summoned to the equipment room. When I got to the door it was open, but I knocked anyway in order to convey my respect.

“Come,” Erica said commandingly, as I slinked in wearing just my speedos.

The five were sitting in a row on collapsible chairs, having rearranged the room to allow them to wait in relative comfort. şişli escort Erica motioned me over with a wave of her hand, much the way a diner would hail a waitress. When I stood before them, my hands rested in front of me, providing me with a modicum of modesty.

“Put your hands behind your head,” Jessica ordered me, as the girls looked on, seemingly interested in my level of obedience.

I felt very vulnerable, stood before the five of them, clad only in my form-fitting speedos. I could see the girls checking me out, undressing me with their eyes as they came to the realization that they owned my ass.

“Kneel,” Erica said, as I lowered myself to the ground before them.

The floor of the equipment room was constructed of large Spanish terra-cotta tiles, incredibly hard-wearing for commercial use, but also extremely uncomfortable to kneel on. As I squirmed around trying to alleviate the discomfort, Erica took pity on me, and tossed me a small hand towel to kneel on. Once I was comfortable, they began their interrogation of me.

“You texted us,” Jessica began coldly, “what do you want, and what are you prepared to give up in return?”

I didn’t know where to start. I hadn’t formulated a game plan, or written a speech, or even drafted an outline. I was just so overwhelmed with anxiety, particularly in light of the fact that my predecessor had been assaulted multiple times, even while in protective custody. I was going to be fucked if I went to prison, literally and figuratively. I was looking at much more time than Garcia had been sentenced too, given the fact that I had apparently left five victims in my wake. As I knelt before the five, all of us aware that they held my future in their young hands, I started to plead my case, a disjointed, trembling protracted begging session, that meandered all over the place, in a stream of verbal diarrhea.

“Quiet,” Erica ordered me, forcefully. “Focus.”

As shocking as it was to be silenced by an eighteen year old, it was just what I needed. A mental reset, so that I could gather my thoughts, and make my plea for mercy.

“Please, guys,” I begged. “I will do anything if you decide to settle my misdeeds in house.”

As I prostrated myself before them, they extracted numerous compromises from me, each met with little to no resistance.

“We want use of your room as a place to hang out with our boyfriends,” Erica informed me, as I nodded my head agreeably. “We aren’t allowed to smoke or drink in our dorms.”

“I want the keys to your car,” Jessica added. “You live close enough that you can walk to work.”

“Of course,” I said submissively, “consider it yours.”

As I agreed to their every demand, they became more emboldened, and by the time we were done, I had given them everything I owned. Their previous financial analysis had revealed my monthly expenses, and the girls deemed that I needed eight hundred Euros per month on which to live. My rent was four hundred, which left four hundred for food and incidentals. The rest of my paycheck would be turned over to the five, on a bi-weekly basis.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Erica asked, venturing into an area that I didn’t want to go into.

“Nothing serious,” I lied, trying to downplay my fledgling relationship with Irene, a girl that I had known since we were teenagers.

“Then who is the redhead in the picture by your bedside?” she inquired, her tone hardening as she suspected me of lying to her.

“Her name is Irene,” I whispered, praying that she wouldn’t be involved. “I have known her since High School, and we recently started dating.”

“Dating or fucking?” Jessica asked aggressively.

“We are just dating,” I responded truthfully. “Irene is a virgin, and plans to stay that way until she gets married.”

“How do you think Irene would react if she found out you have been jerking off to our photos?” Jessica asked.

I lowered my head submissively, telegraphing my desire to keep the love of my life out of this.

“Please,” I begged, “don’t involve my future wife.”

As soon as I verbalized my intent to marry Irene, the girls realized that they had stumbled across my hot button. There was a brief but animated discussion in Czech, followed by a proclamation from Erica.

“We want to meet her,” she said firmly. “This is a non-negotiable.”

“Please,” I begged, “not that.”

“Would you rather us involve the police?” Erica asked rhetorically. “You will go to prison and instead of having Irene as your wife, you will be another guy’s bitch.”

“Oscar would probably make someone a great wife in prison,” Jessica added gleefully.

The thought of that brought me back to reality, and I accepted the fact that I was going to lose Irene, as part of my punishment.

I reluctantly handed them Irene’s cellphone number, knowing that this revelation would undoubtedly end our relationship. To my surprise, Erica and Jessica approached tuzla escort Irene as friends, with no mention of my perceived infidelity. They invited my girlfriend to the University Campus, the following weekend so that we had time away from the swimming program. After the initial meet and greet, the four of us adjourned to my tiny bedroom, and after inviting Irene to sit on my one comfortable chair, the twins sat on my bed. I stood there awkwardly, unsure of my place in this group, until Erica tossed a pillow onto the floor, right by her feet, as if to suggest that this was my place to sit.

As the twins and Irene chatted excitedly, Erica pointed at the pillow.

“Kneel, Oscar,” she said dismissively, as Irene looked on with interest. “Good boy.”

Once my stature within the group was cemented, the three of them began to talk. The twins never mentioned the fact that I had jerked off on their photo every day, choosing instead to focus on the importance of my celibacy prior to our possible marriage, which, if it ever happened, was years away. Irene was fully in agreement, and the three of them bonded over the prospect of my long-term abstinence, as a way to strengthen our bond, and increase the importance of our wedding nuptials.

By the time they had finished hashing out the details, not only were they best friends, but they had agreed on a comprehensive plan to manage my celibacy, in the months or years prior to our union. Irene seemed delighted that her young university friends had agreed to police my enforced chastity, during my time at school.

“Oscar is a young man, lucky enough to be betrothed to a woman like you, Irene,” Erica began, smirking at me. “However, running this program, he will be faced with the challenges of the temptation of human flesh. Even though we can’t change the dynamic of the swim program, the five of us can ensure that Oscar is never left alone to act on his desires.”

“Like a chaperone?” Irene answered naively.

“Like a twenty-four hour a day chaperone. Maybe we can teach him the respect for women that will enhance and strengthen your marriage in the years to come,” Jessica added, smiling broadly at me.

Irene, Erica and Jessica exchanged heart-felt hugs, and to my horror Erica upped the ante.

“Would you like to meet the rest of the team?” she asked. “There are five of us that will keep him in check.”

“I would love to meet them,” Irene gushed, “I want to thank them in advance for keeping Oscar focused on work, and Church, as he struggles with his carnal desires.”

While this was just about the last thing that I wanted to occur, I knew it was futile to resist it. Due to the confined space of my bedroom, Jessica suggested that we adjourn to the equipment room, and a few moments later the four of us entered the facility, that was adjacent to the pool.

“Get the chairs ready, Oscar,” Erica ordered. “We need one more than normal. Arrange them in a semi-circle.”

“And get into your uniform,” Jessica added, dismissively.

I looked at Erica for clarification, but she just glared at me. Evidently, I was expected to obey both of the twins, so I grabbed a towel and a pair of my speedos from my area of the equipment room, and started to head for the changing rooms.

“Why the sudden modesty?” Erica asked, with an amused look on her face. “Have you seen Oscar in a speedo before, Irene?”

“Of course,” my girlfriend answered. “We went to High School together. He was quite the athlete back then, and I went to several of his swim meets.”

“Don’t be shy, Oscar,” Erica continued, “we have all seen your little package before. Give me your towel and your speedo.”

I reluctantly handed Erica my stuff, relinquishing ownership of my only guarantee of a little modesty as I got changed. The three of them watched me intently as I got naked, the twins with a sneer, and Irene with a look of abject disappointment, as she saw my penis for the first time. I knew she hadn’t been intimate with any other guys, but in this age of internet porn and dick-pics, I was absolutely certain that Irene had some frame of reference.

“Size isn’t everything, Irene,” Jessica said cruelly, as my face reddened. “Hopefully, we can turn this young man into a respectful, considerate lover, in order to compensate.”

“For his shortcomings,” Erica added, encapsulating everyone’s thoughts, and finishing her twin’s sentence.

Once I was naked, Erica kept me standing there for far longer than necessary, as Irene digested what she saw. It was only after Irene nodded her head, with a look of resignation, that Erica tossed me my speedo. She kept the towel, until I had arranged the chairs according to her very specific instructions, then she folded it neatly in half before laying it on the floor, in the middle of the semi-circle. I knew instinctively what she wanted and lowered myself to my knees on top of it, so that I was facing the chairs.

“He pendik escort is a quick learner,” Irene remarked, my first indication that she might possess a dominant streak.

I remained silently on my knees, as the three of them chatted excitedly like old friends. I didn’t dare to look up at them, in case I awakened my arousal, and caused my cock to stiffen. I was very attracted to Irene, having known her since we were teenagers, and now having the fortune to date her. However, I was also easily stimulated by the twins, and just the sight of their blonde hair and blue eyes got me hard. For this reason, I knelt in silence, my gaze fixed on the floor.

I heard them long before they entered the equipment room, the three East European teenagers, chatting excitedly in a foreign tongue. When they got to the door, they entered in single file, as Erica invited them to take a seat. The aroma of Prive Rose permeated the room, and I knew I was fighting a losing battle against my impending erection. There was no acknowledgement of me as I knelt in silence, but they all introduced themselves warmly to Irene, before Erica stood and took control of the room.

“Ladies,” she began confidently, “Irene and Oscar are betrothed, and while they are yet to set a date, Irene has some concerns about Oscar’s ability and commitment to remain celibate until the day of their wedding. Jessica and I have agreed to keep a close eye on Oscar, to ensure that he follows his program of abstinence to the letter. I know that you have all expressed an interest in being chaperones. However, we also need one or more of you, to act as disciplinarians, so that Oscar’s misdeeds can be punished on the spot. If you are interested, can we have a show of hands, please?”

Almost immediately, three perfectly manicured hands, with matching peach-colored nails, rose into the air. The thought of these young girls having the power to punish me for any perceived misdeed was exciting to me, and caused the tip of my cock to emerge from the waistband of my form-fitting speedos.

Erica noticed my indiscretion immediately, rising swiftly from her chair, grabbing me by one of my earlobes, and hauling me to my feet. As I stood, my erection was much more visible, a stark reminder to the room that it was going to take some work to whip me in to shape.

“These are the kind of nasty habits that we will break him of,” Erica assured Irene. “I can assure you by the time you guys get married, he will be like a house-broken puppy.”

Our world-class swim facility had several indoor and outdoor pools, a jacuzzi, a sauna and a plunge pool. The plunge pool was a small, unheated body of water, designed to be used in conjunction with the sauna. The object was to stress the body with cold, which improves blood-flow and circulation, and also relieves sore muscles. It was also, as I found out that day, a very effective inhibitor of an erection.

Erica dragged me out of the equipment room by my earlobe, with the rest of the ladies in tow. When we reached the side of the plunge pool, she ordered me to strip, and I obeyed without hesitation, allowing my speedos to drop to the floor around my ankles. As Erica started to pull me towards the edge of the plunge pool, I stepped out of my trunks, covering my erection reflexively with my hands. Seconds later, Erica unceremoniously tossed me in.

As soon as I hit the surface of the plunge pool, I let out a shriek of discomfort. Holy fuck, that water was cold. Once I had my feet firmly planted on the floor of the shallow pool, Erica ordered me to submerge myself. I struggled to breathe, as the cold water shocked me to the core, and my erection began to disappear. I remained silently in the pool, the water level just below my chin, as Erica began to lay out the rules.

“The plunge pool will be just one of the tools at our disposal to shape Oscar’s behavior,” she began. “As you will see, when he emerges in about ten minutes, this is an extremely effective remedy for an unwanted erection, and the effects are long-lasting. We used to put Coach García in here regularly after his major fuck-up, and sometimes after he emerged from the plunge pool, we were unable to elicit an erection from him for several hours, regardless of the sexual provocation.”

I had studied physiology at length during my Sports Coaching degree, and I knew two things to be true about exposure to cold water. Firstly, the recommended exposure to the plunge pool was two to five minutes, the latter being the absolute limit of time spent submerged. While ten minutes wasn’t going to kill me, or even pose any long-term health problems, I was going to be very cold when I emerged from that body of water.

Secondly, the physiological effects of exposure to cold water included the retraction of the testes into the body, as they go in search of warmth. This retraction can be long lasting, until the testicles have warmed sufficiently to allow for the continued production of semen. I knew from my studies that it was virtually impossible to experience an erection during this period.

Erica was deadly serious about me being in there for the full ten minutes, and was looking at her phone as the final seconds ticked down.

“Ok, you may get out now, Oscar,” she said dispassionately, totally unconcerned with my physical discomfort.

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Ariel – The Escort Pt. 01

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You have had a chastity fetish for a while. You desperately want to know how it feels to worship a beautiful women while locked in chastity but it has never worked out in your previous relationships. Overwhelmed by horniness one night you decide to finally do something about it. You lock yourself in a chastity cage, put the keys in a safe in your closet, and tell yourself you’ll stay locked until after this fantasy is fulfilled. You open up your laptop and start browsing some known Escort websites.

After some scrolling you see the profile picture of a gorgeous girl. You see her name is “Ariel” and her age is 27. Clicking on her profile you start scrolling through the pictures she posted and you start swelling in your cage. She had a cute but sultry stare with bright hazel eyes and long dirty blond hair.

Her profile reads:

Hey There! My name is Ariel. I am a sexy, intelligent, and energetic girl who would love to spend the evening with you! I know that our time together will be very memorable for the both of us. 🙂

Height: 5′ 6″

Weight: 135lbs

Cup Size: B

Shoe Size: 7

You scroll through some other profiles but keep coming back to Ariel. You finally decide to send her an email.

Hello Ariel,

I came across your profile and would absolutely love to take you out! I think we could have a great time together. Let me know if your interested.

Anon

You close your laptop and try to sleep, anxious for a reply.

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The next morning you check your email and see that Ariel replies. Her reply reads:

Hey babe!

Thank you so much for reaching out! I’ll be going out of town but would love to go out when I get back in a couple of weeks. My rate is $1,500/hr for the first two hours, paid up front, then $1,000/hr each out after that. If this works for you let me know zonguldak escort a day that works best for you. Oh! And send me a picture of yourself 😉

You hastily reply agreeing to the price and proposing a date a couple of weeks out and attach the best, most recent, photo of yourself you could find. She replies with a sexy photo of herself in lingerie “Can’t wait to see you babe :)”. You feel yourself swell in the cage.

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The next two weeks go by too slowly for you liking. You can’t help but think about this sexy girl, Ariel. Fantasizing about how the night will turn out. Wondering when would be the best time to bring up your fantasy… and how. She’s a professional, right? Surely she would go along with this fantasy – especially at her rate. And just to get worshiped?

She’d love it, you convince yourself, as you imagine rubbing her cute feet. Gently moving them up to your mouth and giving them a kiss – then a lick. Some pre-cum starts to drip out of your cage.

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The two weeks finally pass. You’re surprised you were able to last in the cage for that long. The longest you had been locked previously wasn’t more than a few days. You were almost dying for the night to be over just so you can take off the cage and rub one out. You shake off these thoughts as you put on your finest suite.

You get in your car and you drive to the restaurant. You made reservations for 7:00pm. You’ll arrive early but you figure it better to start moving rather than sit anxiously at your apartment. Maybe you can grab a drink at the bar before she arrives to help loosen you up.

At the restaurant you grab a fethiye escort seat at the bar, facing the door so you can see when Ariel walks in. You’re about 30 minutes early and you order your favorite drink. Half a drink later you hear the door open and look up to see Ariel. Taken back by her beauty, you look her up and down. She is wearing a tight black dress with matching strappy open-toes heels. You notice her toenail polish is also black to match. “Stunning” you let slip aloud. She looks around and catches your eyes – you blush as she stares into them, giving you that same cute and sultry smile from her profile picture. You get up from the Bar and walk over to her.

“Ariel?” you ask, knowing the answer.

“Anon!” she replies “so good to see you!”

She moves in to give you a hug. Her intoxicating perfume and her body pressing against you has you straining in your cage. So far this is better than you had thought.

The hostess, a cute red head, breaks the embrace with a light cough. “Excuse me, Mr. Anon? You’re table is ready if you would follow me.”

She leads you to your table. A nice table for two near the back. You had asked for the most private table when making the reservation. The two of you sit across from one another.

The two of you engage in small talk while waiting for the waiter. She is an absolute pleasure to speak with. Her beautiful smile and cute laugh gives you butterflies. You order dinner and drinks and continue the conversation. The conversation is effortless and you think to yourself Ariel is a really awesome person.

The first couple of hours pass before you know it. The two of you are finishing your drinks after a great meal. She grabs her Martini, shifts in her chair and asks “Do you live nearby?”

As she asks you feel her bare foot start to rub your calf. This feeling takes you by surprise and you cock twitches.

“Um” you stammer alanya escort “I’m up for anything.” You curse yourself at this reply, wishing you had sounded cooler and more confident.

Ariels foot slowly starts moving up your leg as she gives you a devious smile.

“I’m also up for anything” she says “how far away is your place?”

Her foot moves closer and closer to your crotch and you start to blush. Her foot finally over your cage. You can feel, though not how you truly hope, her toes exploring your cock and balls. A quizzical look befalls her.

“What’s this?” Ariel asks, wiggling her toes as if gesturing to what she was referring to. This makes you swell in your cage even more, you can feel some pre-cum drip out the tip of your dick.

“Oh, um” you try to compose yourself “I wasn’t really sure how to bring this up exactly. It’s a – I have a”

Ariel cuts you off and asks “That’s a chastity cage, isn’t it?” in a volume that makes you uncomfortable. Her toes continuing to gently stroke your locked cock and balls over your pants.

“Yes” you say in a hushed tone. You shift a little in your seat “I hope this is not weird.”

“Not at all Babe” Ariel replies “I have read about these before but haven’t seen one or anything.” She scrunches her toes around your caged cock head. “You know, you didn’t answer my question.”

As she asks this, the server comes over to collect the bill, asking if you want change. As you reply to the server letting them know there was no need for change, you could feel Ariel push the ball of her foot into your crotch. Even through the cage it felt amazing and causes your reply to the server to sound breathy. The server thanks you and leaves.

“Sorry” you say getting back to her question, your mind swimming “I guess I got a little distracted. Yes I own an apartment not too far from there.”

“Great!” Ariel says “I’d love to see it!” She removes her foot from your crotch and finishes the rest of her drink. Your mind filled with horny thoughts. Why did you think being locked for two weeks was a good idea?

The Valet brings the care around. You open the passenger door for Ariel. Staring at her ass as she slides into the seat. You close the door and talk over to the driver side. You’re a 15 minute drive away from your fantasy..

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The Seduction

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I stand in front of you, my eyes gazing deeply into yours, slowly I begin undoing the buttons on my shirt… one by one, it opens to reveal a lacy, sheer bra, barely covering my hard nipples, your mouth waters as you see how erect they are…slowly I slide the shirt down over my naked shoulders and let it fall to the ground.. I lift my hands to my waist and start undoing my jeans, I push them down over my hips and step out of them, still watching you as your eyes follow my hands down to the top of my sheer thong, I hook my thumb in I slide it down over my thighs and kick it off at my feet…..

Still watching you intensely, I walk over to you and reach behind me, releasing the clasp of my bra, it opens and my breasts are released, nipples instantly hardening against the cool air… again I let it drop to the floor and seductively lower myself to my knees at your feet…

I softly place my hands upon your knees and drag my long nails lightly up over the inside of your thighs and along the outline of your stomach, I watch your body tingle and tense from the soft caress…

Leaning in closer, I snake out my tongue and trace the trail Ive left with my hot wet tip, licking your leg, nibbling your flesh , my teeth grazing across your skin as I make my way up along your trembling thighs, your heart begins to kastamonu escort pound hard, your breath quickens and your pulse races as you watch me….

My hands still caressing your naked body more firmly, my nails digging in gently as I reach your nipples, pinching and pulling on them firmly, rolling them in my fingertips, my eyes staring deeply into yours…

Seductively I place both hands on your knees as I slide my naked body up along yours, my naked flesh caressing your tingling body,my hard nipples dragging along your skin.. I hear your breath quicken, my face is close to yours, our eyes never parting as I lift my finger to your lips and trace my long red nail across them I push it inside your mouth and force you to suck on it….

Watching your eyes as you suck my finger hungrily, I slide it back out and place it against my hard nipple, flicking it around the tip of my breast, making it all wet from your own wet mouth…

I lean in and bite your lower lip, pulling it gently in my teeth as I kiss you deeply, my tongue teasing yours inside your mouth…

I lick, bite and tease my way down your neck, continuing to nibble at your naked flesh, chewing and sucking your hard nipples firmly one by one…

Flicking my wet tongue kayseri escort over you, I drag my nails and my naked body back down yours and slide on to my knees…

I smile up at you as you watch me reach for something…….. then you feel it,

I drape a silken scarf around each ankle and wrist to the chair, binding you tightly so you cant move

you dont resist, your cock twitches in anticipation…

once you are secured I look up at you, smiling I begin to lick you starting at your toes

licking and sucking your toe and making my way up your ankle, along your thigh, you feel my teeth bite and nibble at you gently

I continue up your body till I am almost at eye level with your cock

My hand reaches for you, and holds you upright as I smile and move closer sticking out my tongue I lick the tip of your cock flicking my hot wet tongue around the rim of your thick hard cock kissing and sucking gently around the perfect roundness of you, my tongue teasing the eye and licking off the pre cum

I open my mouth wider to take you inside, the heat from my mouth so intense you almost cum immediately

You throb and twitch upon my tongue as you feel my lips glide up and down your thick hard shaft I take you in deeper kıbrıs escort and deeper sucking you, so wet, so hot, you thrust yourself up into my mouth as you struggle to move in your silken restraints

I slide my lips down all the way till you are completely inside of my mouth, all of you, my tongue teasing you inside my wet mouth as you feel your heavy balls tighten I look up at you and smile as you feel yourself start to lose control, your toes clenched… you thrust your hips wildly up and down against my mouth , you fuck my mouth, my lips sucking you harder and harder my hands squeezing your balls as they twitch and tighten further smiling up at you, mmmmmmm I moan, “I want to taste you I say” “I want you to cum in my mouth”, I keep sucking you, you thrust again harder and deeper as you feel your juices preparing to explode down into my throat…

I feel you throbbing and pulsing in my mouth, knowing how close you are I continue sucking you, my nails teasing your balls, you throw back your head moaning loudly as your juices spurt deep down my throat, gulping I try to swallow it all, it dribbles between my lips onto my chest I drink your juices, sliding down my throat, dribbling over my chin as I lick and suck your pulsing cock. your thighs trembling as your body is wracked with wave after wave of orgasm

mmmmmmm I swallow everything you have to offer as your body tries to recover, your heart pounding and your pulse racing…using my finger I scoop off the droplets of cum that are left on my chest.. you watch as I lift my finger to my mouth and lick you from them…smiling, I reach down to untie you as you try to catch your breath….

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