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It was during my research with my latest project that I realized I needed additional assistance. While interviewing candidates, I first met Alex. The process of interviewing people is hard for me. My social skills are not the greatest because I’m basically very shy.

To make it easier, after reading all the resumes, I narrowed the applications down to three prospects.

Although my job is highly technical, the work I needed done was fairly menial. Basically, it consisted of typing and copying documents, filing, and some research. Since I am single and working out of my home, there was a certain amount of personal chores included in the job description—grocery shopping, dry cleaning retrieval, making meals, house cleaning, that kind of thing. Because I required personal chores I felt I had to offer a higher salary than minimum wage but that wasn’t a problem, in fact, money wasn’t a problem for me at all. With the amount I had inherited I could afford three or four people for years and not feel the pinch.

I hated mundane chores and avoided them whenever possible. Since it was my money, adding personal chores became part of the job.

Because some of the work required a basic knowledge of computers most of the candidates were young people, mainly kids just out of college. My expectations for quality people were not high. It definitely was not something one could do for a career.

The day I set aside for interviewing was a sunny one. After a couple of cups of coffee, I mentally prepared for the arduous ordeal. The first applicant came promptly at ten o’clock, a good sign as I’m a stickler for being on time. He was an awkward fellow from back East. According to his transcripts, he graduated somewhere in the middle of his class. A pleasant enough of a bloke, he unfortunately, showed absolutely no signs of any creativity. Ordinarily, I could overlook a handicap like that but he also seemed to lack any kind of motivation. After asking him about himself it seemed he had no higher goal in life than to play video games, so I bid him a fond farewell and scratched him off the list.

The second candidate was a handsome, charming young man. His school records indicated that it took him five years to get through college instead of the customary four. The explanation, he informed me, with a wide and charming grin, was that he minored in parties. “Almost my major,” he said with a wink. His supreme confidence bothered me and I rejected him. Not because of his qualifications, those were fine, but because of the risk he posed.

The risk was mine.

Allow me to explain. A couple of years prior, I hired a young man, Todd, for help with another project. At first, he worked out just fine, in fact we became friends, or so I thought. After a few weeks, I felt so comfortable around him that I invited him to join me to a movie. We hit it off so well that soon we were going out to dinner every night, my treat of course.

Next thing I knew, he suggested bar-hopping and we were socializing around town, hitting the bars and nightclubs into the wee hours in the morning. In fact, because of the lateness, he often spent the night at my house, which was no problem because it is a rather large home with many bedrooms.

The overnight stays became fairly regular. I didn’t think anything about it at first, but, as they say, familiarity breeds contempt. Eventually the time we spent together turned out to be a nightmare. What I didn’t know about the guy was that Todd was a particularly domineering type fellow. Initially, this trait suited me fine because I’m the opposite, rather laid back to the point of going along with anything.

Before he even finished the day’s chores, Todd started making plans for the evening. At first it was nothing more that choosing which movie we would see without consulting me. Then, he started making dinner reservations, always at the most expensive places. If I wanted to leave the bars early, go home and rest, he wouldn’t let me, persuading me to stay until closing.

Eventually, the work suffered. Todd set his own pace, not living up to my timetables, dragging out the project much longer than it should have taken.

At the end of his term, Todd dropped a bombshell. Besides the dominant nature, it turns out he had a rather devious streak. On his last day of work, he threatened to reveal our homosexual liaisons. What he said amounted to blackmail.

What he wanted was a great deal of money.

The fact that there had been no occurrence of homosexuality didn’t prevent him from the threat. With receipts in hand of every place we had ever been, it looked very much like I was paying him to stay with me. He insisted he could convince the people who backed my projects of my improprieties.

After considering all aspects, I decided that the adverse publicity might significantly harm my career so I caved in to his demands. He walked away with over one hundred thousand dollars. Part of me still cringes when I recall the way he intimidated me during the conversation.

I’ll never forget düzce escort the evil, sadistic smirk as he left.

The lesson I learned was to stay far away from charming, suave, manipulative guys. My inability to resist their powers of persuasion made hiring this guy too risky. These days I am very wary of the smooth types and this guy was definitely smooth. So he was out.

The final candidate was Alex. Before the meeting I reviewed the resume. The school records indicated that he was a good student, in the top quarter of his class. Activities and interests led me to believe that he was the type who would work out fine for the six months I needed him.

The doorbell rang and I answered the door. Standing in front of me was a very pretty young woman.

To my great shock I realized that I assumed Alex was a boy’s name and not a girl’s. In this case Alex must be short for Alexandra or something.

Alex was a girl!

As I stood there like an idiot thinking of something to say, she walked inside. Directing her to my office, she glanced around, giving the place the once over. The house is quite a display even if I say so myself. It should be; it cost enough. A small smile of satisfaction came over me as I witnessed the admiration she showed of the place, as she examined the leather furniture, the costly paintings, the antiques, the expensive grandfather clock and the various exotic knick-knacks.

Alex sat in the chair in front of the desk and I sat behind. Once we were comfortable, I took the liberty of checking her out. At first glance, it was obvious that she was very good-looking, beautiful in fact. She was about my size, five foot seven or so. Long, sandy-brown hair flowed straight down, with not a hint of curl, and settled an inch or so beyond her shoulders.

Even clad in a sort of loose-fitting summer dress I could tell that her figure was very nice, in the earth-goddess type, a sort of Beyonce body. There was a glow about her that exuded sensuality in a seductive way. Being somewhat of a leg connoisseur, my eyes checked out her lovely gams. To my surprise I noticed she wasn’t wearing nylons, unusual for an interview I thought, but her tanned legs looked exceptional under her dress. The hem rode high, exposing thighs that were well formed, athletic and curvy.

My mouth watered and I had to make a conscious effort to close my mouth.

To keep from gawking at those lovely limbs I kept glancing down at the paper in front of me. I had to do something to keep my eyes from bulging out of the sockets. Between up and down glimpses, I checked out her breasts. Nice and full, not too large but not small either, they looked to be more than a handful but less than purchased. Her hips were just wide enough to be inviting and her rear end, checked out when she entered, was more than lovely—it was close to heavenly.

The first thing that ran through my mind, right after admitting that Alex was quite a beauty, was that she was definitely out of my league.

“Well, Alex,” I said, attempting to sound cool and collected, “I see that you’re qualified for the position, probably over-qualified.” From practice I always paused at this point as though forming some critical determination. “What makes you think I should give the position to you as opposed to someone else?” The question was lame, but in my defense, my brain was overcome by its animalistic nature and wasn’t functioning as a rational entity too well. The impact of her turning out to be a girl, and a stunning girl at that, had thrown me off my game.

There was something very extraordinary about her, more than just her incredible looks. She had a presence that filled the room. With a nonchalance that was beyond cool, she commanded the scene, possessed it like it was her own.

“I want the job,” she replied, as if the simple explanation was all it took to get the position. Watching her carefully, I perceived a calm, quiet confidence, almost as if nothing could ever bother her, like she was a princess in some other life and accustomed to everything going her way.

There seemed no doubt in her mind that she was going to get the job.

“I see,” I said, uncertain what to do at this point. “Well, I’ll let you know tomorrow. I have other candidates to interview then I’ll have to make the decision based on everyone’s qualifications.”

“No, that won’t do,” she said.

“No?”

“That won’t do,” she replied, her eyes never leaving mine. The hypnotic aura cast by her lovely eyes put me off a bit. “I need to know now,” she reiterated. “If I’m not going to get the job I need to make other plans.”

Stunned by the abrupt reply, I sat in a daze. Breaking the trance of her penetrating orbs, I peeked down at her exquisite form. The first thing I noticed was that she wasn’t one of those women who used her legs to influence a man. Instead of crossing one over the other and swinging it to draw attention, luring the eyes to the blessed gams, she sat rather manly in the chair. edirne escort Her feet were not together in that lady-like manner; they were flat-footed and spread apart, just a little. Once again I noticed that she wasn’t wearing nylons. Her tanned legs looked deliciously gorgeous, the kind you would like to lick all the way to the top. The fact that she was without proper stockings suddenly seemed rather exciting for some peculiar reason. The image of an earth goddess returned. She seemed so natural, so unmade-up, and so authentic. She quite bewitched me.

“I see. What, if I may ask, is your rush?”

“I need a place to live. I moved out of my boyfriend’s place last night. Since I don’t have any transportation I want to live someplace close to where I work.” Although her frankness was unusual, I found her honesty to be very compelling.

“I see.” My comment, neither glib nor astute, was nonetheless all I could manage to get out of a throat choked beyond speech and a brain benumbed beyond reasoning. It seemed that the ability to articulate anything worthy of intelligence was simply beyond my current capabilities. With the articulateness of a mime, I assumed the awkward position of the village idiot. Frankly, I felt out of place as if I were visiting a strange country. No one has ever turned me so inside out before, with the possible exception of Todd.

“I’ll tell you what,” I struggled to say. “Normally, I don’t decide so quickly, so impulsively, but you seem exceptionally qualified.” Her eyes cast her spell further. “So I’ll offer the position to you now. That is, if you’ll accept.” My acceptance of her request fell just short of begging her to work for me.

Nodding slightly, she didn’t seem overly grateful; the casual movement with her lips wasn’t exactly a smile. It was as if she was taking my humble proposal as her due.

“Good,” she proclaimed. “Now, I have to look for a place.” The announcement was uttered as she rose. The bottom part of the causal sun-dress parted as she stood, exposing a lovely and generous view of an exquisite thigh. The skin was firm, tanned, taut and sensual. Obviously, she worked out a lot. She caught me staring and I reddened in response.

“Where do you suppose you’ll look? I mean for a place,” I asked too quickly, wanting to divert the attention from my lecherous eyes.

“I don’t know,” she responded. “Do you know any places around that will take me on credit?”

“Oh. You don’t have any money then?”

“Not until my first paycheck.”

“Well, I suppose I could advance you a month’s salary,” I muttered quickly, too eager to help. I was so embarrassed. “I don’t usually do this,” I mumbled as I got my checkbook out.

“A check’s no good. I won’t have time to deposit it. Do you have enough cash to cover it?”

I looked up. Her manner wasn’t flirtatious or the giggly sort that a lot of young women toss about. Her confidence and straightforwardness was unique for one of her age. It was an honesty born of unpretentiousness.

“I guess I could advance it in cash.” Ignoring a cautioning conscience, I walked to my hidden safe, on the far side of the office, behind a picture on the wall. As I opened it, it dawned on me how exposed I was. Without thought or consideration to the risk, I had revealed the location of the safe, opened it before her and showed everything within it. Because I work out of my home I carry much more money than I should. At any given time I might have thousands of dollars, perhaps as much as a couple of hundred thousand.

“Listen,” I said, the beginning of an inspiration forming in my bewildered brain. As I gave her more than two thousand dollars I continued, “If you want, and don’t take this the wrong way, you can stay here for the night.” Flustered, the words poured out. “I have plenty of rooms, too many, in fact, and they never get used so it would be no trouble whatsoever. That way we could get an early start in the morning and then you could look for some place tomorrow.” As I listened to my own sales pitch, I was aware of how pathetic I sounded. I was almost pleading with her.

She considered the proposition for a moment before assenting. “Why don’t you show me where I can stay?”

Like an overly-eager puppy, I led her to a room down the hall from mine. Normally, I reserve the room for my agent, as it is the second nicest one in the house. Besides my agent, the only other person who ever stayed there was Todd. He started out in one of the smaller rooms but within a week, without asking, he took the better one as his own. At the time I didn’t say anything, thinking I should consider myself fortunate that he didn’t want my room.

“I need a bath,” Alex announced almost as soon as we entered the room. “Would you be a gentleman and fetch my bags from the foyer?”

Without a moments hesitation I scampered back down the hallway and out to the foyer. Hauling the suitcases to her room I knocked softly before entering. This room, like the master bedroom, had an adjoining elazığ escort bathroom. The water was running and the door was closed. For a moment I considered unpacking her bags, just to get a look at her clothes but recognized the gesture could be too easily misinterpreted.

After Alex bathed and changed her clothes she joined me in the expansive living room. As I impatiently waited, I opened and started drinking a glass of expensive wine. Sipping on the pleasant grape, I wondered what I had gotten myself into.

When Alex walked in I noticed the drastic change in apparel. Wearing a more formal outfit than the simple sun-dress, once again I was stunned by her appearance. A sleek, black dress hung down to just above the knee. Two, thin straps over her shoulders held it up. A rather spectacular display of a magnificent cleavage was easily seen. The fabric gripped her voluptuous body, as if molded to the curvaceous shape, accenting her gorgeous figure in a way that illustrated every part of her without seeming too tight. It was undoubtedly the most tantalizing sight I had ever been privileged enough to see.

“You’re dressed. I mean you’re dressed so nicely,” I stammered. The effect of the striking attire was immediate and consuming. She seemed more like a Greek goddess who deserved homage than a lowly assistant.

“I thought you might like to take me out to dinner,” she suggested.

“Certainly,” I agreed, jumping at the wonderful opportunity, chastising myself for not thinking of the idea first.

Hastily phoning ahead, I managed to get reservations at the best restaurant in town. They knew me there and promised a table as soon as we arrived. Once there, I slipped the maitre’d a Benjamin to get the best table.

The dinner was excellent even though I stumbled through most of the conversation. For some inexplicable reason, I was unable to relax around her. She stayed in complete control of herself however, as nothing seemed to faze her.

Alex nibbled on a salad and drank sparingly. To mask my boorish behavior, I consumed enough alcohol for the both of us. My normal shyness and lack of sociability was not enhanced by the libation but it did loosen my inhibitions.

After inhaling the better part of two bottles of wine, Alex drove us home, thank goodness, and I struggled to bed.

The morning arrived much too early for my aching head. It had been some time since I had overslept. Parts of a vivid, erotic dream rolled around just outside the periphery of consciousness. My head throbbed as I made my way to the bathroom. A hot shower helped clear some cobwebs but what I really needed was a few aspirins and some scalding, strong coffee.

After the medicine and the coffee, I wandered back to my office. Peering around I say no sign of my new assistant. Settling at my desk, coffee in hand, the first thing I did was list the basic duties I expected of my new employee.

An hour later, Alex joined me. She sat down without so much of a hint of an apology for being late. With no words passed between us, I handed her the list. To her credit, she started right in.

While finishing up some trivial paperwork, I kept an eye on her. Nothing seemed too difficult and she spent the morning completing the tasks. Toward eleven, Alex informed me she was taking a break and with coffee in hand, left the office for the living room.

Through the doorway, I could just see her posed on the couch in front of the fireplace. At first, I was a bit surprised that she settled in the living room as it made her seem more like a guest than an employee. Being the polite person I am, I let the lapse in proper etiquette pass.

As I observed, Alex pulled a magazine out of her purse and casually leafed through it. After a minute, she placed her feet on an ottoman nearby and studied her hands. Reaching for her purse, she removed a file and began working on her fingernails. My work momentarily forgotten, I watched intently as she smoothed the rough edges away. When she was satisfied with the results of the scraping she brought out some nail polish. With elaborate concentration, fingers pointing out, she painted the nails. There was something about the deliberate focus on her face that enthralled me.

After the fingernails were finished and dried, she flipped her sandals off and examined her toenails. Displeased with the appearance, Alex bent over and busily applied a coat of polish.

My mouth suddenly went dry. As I observed her efforts, I couldn’t help noticing that her dress, another soft-fabric sun-dress, rode high upon her thighs, almost to the edge of her panties as she performed her task.

My little guy rose to attention. The view I was treated to was nothing short of stunning. I was blessed with the glorious sight of the most exquisite legs I’ve ever laid eyes on. My work abandoned, completely forgotten, I gaped with mouth open wide, staring at the wonderful sight of those magnificent limbs. Long, sensual, smooth, enticing, they were simply luscious.

With patience, Alex worked on the nails, her face intent on the task. Obviously, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her feet and legs. It was as if I was under some spell that she had cast over me, ensnaring me in the charms of her magnificent limbs. Nothing could break my gaze at the lovely picture I viewed. The artful and beguiling performance was exquisitely captivating.

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Hotwife Chronicles 01

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***Rule 63 – “Lose a bet intentionally that will compromise your marriage”

“Remember tonight is poker night honey,” Cliff said as he was heading out to work.

“How can I forget? It’s your ‘guys night’, by the way, who is hosting the next one?”

He kissed her on the lips, “It should be Tony, but he may not be in town. We’ll see.”

“Have a good day,” she called out, as he backed his car down the driveway.

Kate went back to the bedroom, her job as a hair stylist didn’t start until 10am. She was in her bathrobe, and she started the water running in the shower. When it was nice and steamy, she dropped her robe to the floor and stepped in. Her body was nice and fit, having trained for and run several half marathons. Her training group were pushing for a full marathon, and she was game. Since they lived in the hilly part of town, she had mastered the climbs and the slopes she would need for the upcoming ‘Beast Hills Marathon’.

As the water ran down her nude physique, she lathered herself up with body wash. Her mind replayed the previous Poker Night when Cliff had come home horny and biting at the bit. She loved when he came home like that, his rod nice and hard. She was sure they played porno’s at some of the poker nights, but not here. Either that or the raunchy nature of their conversations had got to him. Either way, that had been a good night of sex for both of them.

Her hands slid down to her slice as she thought about that night. She played with herself, alternating between stimulating her lips, fingering herself with two fingers or rubbing her swollen clit. She knew her body and orgasmed several times before finishing her shower. She was really looking forward to some post Poker game sex with her husband.

She made chia seed pudding for breakfast, and mixed in several antioxidant fruits. That was her secret for keeping a flat tummy. Her six pack was gone from running Track & Field for UNLV, but she knew she had a killer body. Her abs were toned and her runner’s legs and ass were the envy of many of neighbors as well as their husbands. She watched Downton Abbey on Netflix as she ate. When it was time to go, she rinsed off her dish and spoon and loaded them into the dishwasher.

Arriving at her salon, Hairoine Boutique ten minutes early. She let herself in with her key and started getting her station ready. Monica, the owner and manager arrived 15 minutes late, running in frazzled as usual.

“I should charge you for opening up the salon, you know,” Kate deadpanned.

“You try getting your kids ready for school, see how your life changes,” Monica returned fire.

Kate smiled, knowing that wasn’t the real reason she was always running late. Kate’s first appointment arrived and she seated her, probing her for what she wanted done with her hair. Monica’s customer walked in shortly after. As they shampooed, cut and styled the hair, they fell into conversations about their lives. This was Kate’s favorite part of the job, the conversation. More often than not, it was with the customers and finding out about their lives, sometimes it was with other stylists as they worked. She could get the gossip on so many people in town, even if she didn’t know them.

“So no kids in the works, you and Cliff ever planning on having any?” asked Monica.

“I’m 32, and we’ve been married for seven years. I’ve been off the pill for five years but so far nothing. It’s not like we are actively trying, but so far no. A few false alarms, but no. I guess we should get serious about it soon, but honestly, I’m in no rush.” Kate said, staring out the window.

“Hmm, most women I know get knocked up within a few years of getting married.”

“Well, not us, not yet.”

Another round of customer’s came in along with Steven, a femboy gay that absolutely stunned with his hairdo’s. Kate had met his lover, a construction worker named Jake. She never would have thought of Jake as gay if she met him in the street. Steven, who preferred to be called Sissy told her Jake didn’t see himself as gay, he saw her as a woman. Steven/Sissy was the biggest whore Kate had ever met. He/she, depending on how he/she dressed when she came to work, was the biggest blabbermouth of sexual exploits and purile raunchy knowledge.

“Hey bitches! The queen is here, you can stop worrying about me!” she said as she strutted in.

Kate laughed out loud, she was such a card.

As they went about their day of styling hairdo’s, the conversation turned to the stylist about what they were doing for the weekend. When it came to Kate, she let them know Cliff was hosting poker night. His friends rotated who hosted, so they only did it every few months. She also told them she was the ‘dealer’ when they played at her house. She had moonlighted as a dealer when she attended college, but her husband didn’t know that. Her husband’s friends assumed she learned when Cliff watched Poker tournaments on ESPN.

“Oh! Hotwife Rule 63 – “Lose a bet intentionally that will compromise your marriage” bilecik escort Sissy all but shouted.

“What?” several women asked, stylists and clients alike. “What is a ‘hotwife’?” several spoke at once.

“Girls! A hotwife is a married woman that sleeps with other men, a lot of time’s with their husband’s permission. Sometimes without. A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do!” Sissy snapped her fingers in a Z.

That got a reaction, as Sissy had intended.

The conversations devolved into versions of “I could never” and “that sounds exciting” through the salon.

“Where do you learn this stuff?” Monica asked Sissy.

“Don’t you watch porn! Ohmygawd I grew up on porn in high school, that’s how I became a Sissy and I love my sex life!”

The girls all roared with laughter. They all dearly loved him for his blatant honesty and rampant sexuality.

*********

Kate got home and started thawing out some tri-tip to make dinner. It was an easy dish to make and fed multiple people which was perfect for Poker night. She planned on some salad with sides of street corn and roasted brussel sprouts as well. Once she had everything prepared she relaxed with a glass of wine and caught some more Downton Abbey. When Cliff got home, she smiled as he kissed her on the lips.

“The tri-tip is thawing out and your favorite rub is on the counter. All you have to do is prepare it, and light up the grill.” she said over her shoulder as he checked the sink for the thawing meat. Once he guesstimated the remaining time for it to thaw he cracked a beer and came and sat with her. “Cheers,” he said as they tapped their drinks together.

“What time is everybody showing up?” she asked out of the side of her mouth.

“7pm, we’ll probably get started 10-15 minutes after. Gus is bringing a case of beer.”

“You guys have this down to a science,” she smirked.

“Damn right we do!’ Cliff beamed with pride.

*********

Sure enough, the men started arriving between 6:50 and 7pm. In total, there were 5 guys there counting Cliff. Gus, Tony, Steve and Mark sat around the dinner table as they usually did. They each had a plate of food with all the fixings and a beer. Cliff was already tipsy as he had continued to have another beer while Kate only had the one glass of wine. He was four beers into his drinking while the guys had barely begun.

Kate sat center, her back to the sliding glass door, and started dealing the cards with professional level accuracy. As they played round after round the money in the pot grew. As was usually the case, the clear leaders were Cliff, Gus and Steve. These three were the most likely to win as they had the best poker faces. They were also the most experienced at reading a ‘tell’ from others.

As the night progressed, the trash talking also grew with the volume of alcohol consumed. Cliff was the loudest talker since he was also the drunkest. It was going on 9pm, when the game escalated. Steve was instigating Cliff, taking advantage of his drunken state. He had won several hands and was peaking at the moment.

“Side wager Cliff, I beat you and I take the pot tonight. What do you say? $100 spa treatment for whoever wins? To treat the winning couple to a date?”

“Not going to happen my man,” Cliff slurred slightly.

“Then take the bet, if you’re so sure!”

“Not going to happen Steve,” he looked at him, finishing with… “the day you beat me at poker is the day I let you sleep with my wife!”

The table roared with laughter. No one took it seriously, Cliff was known to speak out of turn when under the influence. Kate became silent. To hear what he had said had turned her blood to ice. None of the guys noticed her silence or her lips tightening into a straight line.

“I’ll take your bet! Winner gets a couple’s spa package on the loser’s dime.” Cliff cemented the deal by shaking on it.

Kate, who had spent years dealing in Vegas, began feeding Steve winning cards slowly but surely. Sissy’s rule for hotwives suddenly coming to mind. By 10pm it was obvious Steve had won. Cliff had drank more as he saw his chances of pulling out a win slipping away.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Cliff slurred. “Well, I’m an ass, aren’t I?”

The guys all laughed as the night ended. They headed out one by one. Kate waved to all of them and headed off to bed. Cliff walked Steve to the door.

“Someday you’re going to have to tell me how you cheated. Nonetheless, a spa package deal is coming up!” he slurred his words and walked erratically.

He stood there staring at the closed door for a few seconds and then turned and walked to the bedroom. Crawling into bed, he started groping Kate. She moved away from him. He nudged over and his paws started rubbing her again. She turned around with an angry look on her face.

“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight! Maybe tomorrow night too for that matter!”

“What?” he said incredulously, “what’d I do?” he said plaintively.

“…the manisa escort day you beat me at poker is the day I let you sleep with my wife!”

“I said that?”

“Do you have any idea how embarrassing it was to hear that? Then all your friends laughed like it was the funniest thing they ever heard! How dare you? Go sleep on the couch, Now!”

He got up and stared at her. There was no doubt of her hostility. He wobbled his way down the hall and passed out on the couch.

Kate laid down and tried to sleep, but it eluded her. She tossed and turned, even took some melatonin drops, but to no avail.

She was frustrated for more than one reason. Remembering the last time Cliff had come home, the sex and been intense. Due to drinking early, he had been a total flop this night. She rolled over, trying to sleep, when a dirty thought entered her mind.

She couldn’t.

No, it was wrong.

But the more she thought about it, the hornier she got. She slid out of bed in her silk negligee. As she padded down the hall she could hear him snoring like a walrus. Picking up his phone, she unlocked it, and quickly found Steve’s phone number and address. She tapped the information into her phone, and replaced his phone. As she walked towards the front door, she hesitated, then got some flip flops by the front door. Quiet as a mouse she left the house and got in her car. It was moments before she pulled up in front of Steve’s house.

It was all dark.

She was incredibly nervous, and yet it made it even more exciting. She texted his phone, “Are you awake?”

Waiting, she kept glancing at the house. After a few moments, she saw a dim light in one of the windows. A few seconds later, a reply came through…

“Who is this?”

Her heart started to spike as she took a selfie, one boob out as she dropped that side of her nighty, and lifted her hem, showing off her fuzzy patch. She attached it and sent it along with a message…

“…you did beat him at poker, after all!”

She waited, no response. Still waiting, figuring he would have texted her back by now…when she heard the front door quietly open. Steve stepped out in pajama pants and nothing else. His pants were slightly tented.

“Kate, what are you doing here? Cliff was joking…”

Her heart raced, he was absolutely right and her practical side told her the same. But deep down, she wanted a small revenge for Cliff embarrassing her, not to mention she had expected some dick this night. That, ultimately, decided her.

“Well the jokes on him. Are you going to fuck me or not? Last chance cowboy,” a wicked grin spread over her face. She leaned back against his car and hiked up her skimpy outfit.

Steve stared at her, offering herself up to him. He would be a liar to say he never thought about fucking her. He walked forward, not sure what to do…

“In the back of your car or mine?” he finally stammered.

“Right here, right now,” she kissed him and leaned back on his hood, then lifted her legs around him pulling him in. She pushed down the other side of her nighty, exposing both her breasts.

That was all he needed.

Steve dropped his pj’s below his waist and rubbed his head against her lips, finding them already wet. His cock slid in her with little effort. Her ass dangled over the side of the hood, so he grabbed her waist and found it was the perfect height to slam into her. Pinching her nipples, she moaned with delight. She was actually doing it! A part of her wished Cliff could see this. Payback is a bitch!

As Steve started fucking her harder, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. She was definitely feeling like she was in heat. The eroticim of making her husband pay for his big mouth, and being outside in a suburban neighborhood…it had her hot and horny. Her nipples were erect and she pinched them mercilessly as Steve slapped his waist into her. The sound was making her hornier still. The distinctly wet sound of her their bodies clapping meant she was beyond wet, she realized she had squirted for the first time of her life.

Her climax exploded out of her, her body shaking. If she hadn’t noticed her squirt before, this time was unmistakable.

“Ah gawd, yes! My wife has never squirted… ohmygawdthankyouKate!”

She was letting out little gasps as he pummeled her. If he could go on forever, Kate swore she would stay for it all. But all too soon, she heard him getting ready to unload.

She quickly pulled out her phone, reversed the camera and video taped the peak of Steve fucking her hotwife pussy.

With that thought, she orgasmed again. She muffled her cry, not wanting to wake up Steve’s sleeping wife.

“Cum in my mouth, please…I want to swallow you…” she begged.

He set her down off the car and she immediately squatted. Steve shoved his cock in her mouth just as his rod bust its nut, shooting her oral cavity with all the spunk he had in reserve. mersin escort Even after his dick stopped twitching, she suckled his cock. He ran his fingers through her hair enjoying every last bit.

She got up, and licked her lips clean of cum. Leaning into him, her breath hot, she whispered in his ear…

“Don’t call me, I’ll call you!”

*********

When she got home, she quietly entered the house. Cliff was still snoring, and she had no problem getting to the room. It was past midnight and a deep sleep was the rest her of her night. She slept in yet still arose before Cliff.

And that gave her time to think.

Kate woke up and showered, she realized she had a problem. While she was sure Steve would keep their secret, did she want to? What she had done last night had opened a door, a door she wasn’t sure she wanted to close. She had read an article, perhaps two months ago at the salon. One line stuck out to her, once easily forgotten now locked in her brain.

“All humans, both men, and women have two core needs that are in conflict. We have the need for safety and security in our relationships, and also the need for change and adventure”. `Esther Perel`

Kate had woken up her latent need for adventure. Had her life become boring? She hadn’t thought so, but now she was starting to see the signs. The more she thought, the more signs she saw of being stuck in a monotonous suburban existence. Her mind made a connection, when Steven/Sissy had said that quote about a hotwife rule, she had thought, ‘where have I heard that term before’. Kate got on her iPad and googled Hotwife. She found far more information she expected. Scrolling through, she opened several links to peruse. On her third link, she found the article. Quickly rereading it, she made a decision.

*********

Cliff woke up to the sun filled living room. His head was splitting and the bright room didn’t help. He got up off the couch, and felt his head spin. He sat a little longer, waited for it to clear then carefully got up. His eyes were still half shut as he made his way into the kitchen and to the fridge. He looked at his choices and grabbed some Gatorade, which he was surprised helped more than he expected. Turning around, he started walking to the bedroom when he heard a cough.

Sitting at the dining room table was Kate, and if he had ever seen an icy stare from her, this one was far below freezing. It took a few seconds for the gears to start grinding, but they did and he sat down next to her.

“I am so sorry for last night! I didn’t know what I was thinking, or rather not thinking. I drank too much and…”

“Stop. Do Not even begin to hide behind the drinking excuse. What’s that saying, ‘a drunk tongue is an honest tongue’?

“No no no no, that’s not what I meant, I was just bragging…”

“I want a divorce.”

Silence.

Cliff looked at her, her icy stare had not changed.

“Baby, no… please we can talk about this, can’t we?”

“Go ahead, convince me…” she dared, eyes staring into his soul.

He looked at her, sighed and hung his head in shame. He took her hand and offered the biggest apology he could think of. She still had the same stare, she was unmoved.

“Tell me what I can do to make this better?” he asked sincerely.

“Really? Is that the path you’re going to take?” her eyes still cold.

“Just tell me, anything” he saw his opportunity.

She looked at him, thinking, thoughts rolling around in her head. Then she nodded, coming to a conclusion.

“Okay, but you are not going to like it.” her arms crossed.

“Anything, seriously!” he almost begged.

She sat looking at him, considering his resolve.

“You are going to call or text Steve, and tell him to come over tonight and get his prize. And you are going to watch as he fucks me.”

A far longer silence.

She had him cold, he knew he was trapped. He had opened his big mouth, and he could see she was truly going to make him pay his pound of flesh. Still, he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t think. He was just staring at her, unable to muster a response.

“Well?”

He hung his head, she knew she had won.

*********

“What time is he coming over?” she asked.

“10:30 pm, that’s the earliest he can sneak out of the house and be sure his wife is dead asleep.”

Kate was shaving her pussy in the shower, the shower door was open as Cliff leaned against the counter. She looked at him, he was predictably staring at her pussy. She didn’t mind, in her wicked mind she knew he wouldn’t get to touch it till after Steve had her.

“Okay, at 9 pm, you will choose the lingerie and hot sexy dress I’m going to wear. I’ll pick the shoes. Since I don’t want to defile our wedding bed, Steve can fuck me on the couch or the kitchen table.”

He didn’t speak, there was no point.

When the hour arrived, Kate saw what Cliff had chosen. She had laid out her favorite pieces of lingerie and dresses for him to choose from. He had picked the black lace bra and panty set, with thigh high fishnet stockings and belt. The dress was a tight slip dress, red and sleek. She selected the appropriate earrings and finishing touches. She did her make up and hair to make sure she was ready for her hot date.

The front door opened and closed. “Hello? I’m here.” They heard Steve’s voice.

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By ChangeYourPassword

Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Read the previous parts of Perfect Wife, first.

Reagan woke up that morning feeling better than she had all week. No longer just resigned to her new body and lifestyle. she’s become accustomed enough to enjoy much of it. She was now feeling confident that her marriage was secure and that she’d be able to function as Karter’s perfect wife.

Even when back at home and at work.

Of course, at the top of the list of good things, was the wonderful orgasms. They almost make everything else worth it.

She had learned to accept and somewhat control her accelerated sex drive. It remained a constant distraction, her body constantly demanding the pleasure of more sex, but she was able to push those urges to the background and focus on whatever else was important to her at the moment. At least for a few hours. But here and now, she didn’t have any reason to hold off for too long.

It was Karter who couldn’t keep up. His own, male sex drive always took several hours to recharge, and with him unable to satisfy her for those periods of time, Reagan had to control herself.

She did love the physical changes made to her body. Her beautiful dreamed-of breasts make her feel pretty and sexy. Her long full, blonde hair is indeed luxurious and beautiful, and she’s gotten used to her new sexy fingernails. They’re no longer so very annoying.

Actually, she sees them as a fun asset, and she put them to good use during that morning’s sex session.

For their mid-morning fuck, she’d tried something new. In stead of encouraging Karter to jump her bones, or shoving him down so she could mount and ride him to yet another enjoyable orgasm, she pushed and pulled him down onto his stomach, and then straddled him to sit on the back of his thighs.

Confused, he complied knowing that eventually, she’d get around to the screwing part.

Laying there, he jumped and groaned when she began running her long nails down his spine. It hurt, tickled and aroused him all at the same time.

She giggled happily at his reaction. “You like? You ordered them.”

He moaned in reply, as she continued to scratch his poor back.

He did try to fight it, but she held him down, and he didn’t really want to throw her off. Her scratches got more painful when he resisted.

She kept it up, both the scratching and the chuckling, until he began begging her to stop.

When his back was covered in obvious but relatively harmless scratch marks, she slid further down so she could work on his ass.

She laughed when his reaction, both his groans and his shuddering, became even more energetic. A couple of times she had to scold him while she grabbed him with her claws to force him to behave.

She finished by giving each of his ass cheeks a vicious spank. “Hush,” she ordered when he screeched. “you’ll attract the neighbors!”

She massaged his sore butt for a moment then ordered him to roll over, lifting herself just enough so he could move.

Reluctantly, but unable to refuse, he rolled over. Groaning anew when he settled on his backside. He did appreciate the view. Her body was beautiful!

After settling on his knees, she leaned down for a moment to kiss the tip of his cock, and encourage him to behave.

He moaned, hoping that she’d do more, but instead she squirmed up onto his thighs and began scratching him again, down his chest, slowly and sensually from his throat all the way down to his groin. At that, his moaning began again, and it soon turned into louder groans.

She chuckled delightedly and again reminded him that the long sexy nails were his idea.

After thoroughly working over his chest and belly, she turned her attention to his very hard cock, and firm, full balls.

This time, as she ran her nails around his groin, he almost thrust her off, but she rode him out, preventing him from getting too exuberant, by grabbing his sex with her sharp daggers.

“Relax, you’ll hurt yourself. I don’t want to be screwed by a bloody cock.” she scolded.

By that point he wanted to be inside her more than anything…

Just watching her beautiful body, torturing him, was driving him insane. More so than the erotic pain of her clawing. Her clear, smooth skin, beautiful breasts and her thick full hair were as gorgeous as he had hoped and dreamed they’d be.

Damn! She was a perfect wife.

And her evil smile was captivating. He’d never seen her look so devilish – like a wicked witch enjoying herself. And it turned him on even more.

Finally, she laughed delightedly, more of a cackle, and began shifting to position her pussy over his tortured dick.

“Are you ready, my üsküdar escort love?” she asked, still chuckling.

“Oh, God, yes!” he moaned.

She laughed as she lowered herself down onto him, slowly, sighing happily at the feel of it.

He whimpered, it felt so good.

They quickly built up an energetic rhythm and it wasn’t long before first she, and then he reached their climaxes. Hers was as fantastic as ever, and his was as good as it gets.

It was quite a while before she decided she was finished. His cock was already quite shrunken by then, but she wanted as much as she could get out of it.

Contentedly, she slithered to lay down on top of him, and the contact stung at the scratches on his chest. But he didn’t mind at all.

They laid, cuddling like that for quite a while before she began whispering in his ear.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?”

“Um…”

“Oh, come on. When you picked these nails for your perfect wife, it wasn’t just because they look good, was it?”

“Well. Yes.”

“You didn’t think about how cumbersome they’d be for me?”

“No.”

“Or how much fun I could have when I applied them to your body?”

“Definitely not.”

She laughed.

“Well, too bad. I had a lot of fun, just now. So, you’d better get used to it.”

+++++++++++++

When they dressed to go out for lunch, he went to pull a-shirt on, but she immediately stopped him.

“What’s with the shirt?”

“Look at all my scratches.”

“I like them. It shows off who’s boss, so, strip that off.”

“Reagan.” he said, protesting with his tone.

“Karter'” she replied. “Am I not your perfect wife?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Then follow your perfect wife’s instructions. If you ever want a return performance, take off that shirt, and show off my handywork.”

He debated with himself for only a moment. He did want a repeat, so with a sigh he pulled off the shirt.

They walked out, hand-in-hand, with her smiling proudly, and him blushing, sheepishly.

As they walked along the paths, they both observed the reactions of the other guests. Almost everyone was visibly amused at the sight.

“See? I bet the beauty parlor will be busier than ever this afternoon.” Reagan said, at one point while giggling delightedly.

Karter didn’t say anything, but he agreed with his lovely wife’s assessment.

++++++++++

On Wednesday, as the end of their vacation approached, she encouraged Karter to spend the afternoon on the golf course. She knew he wanted to, and she didn’t mind…

“I’ll just relax and work on my tan.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Go enjoy yourself. But be ready for sex when you get back.”

He laughed. “That thought will ruin my concentration on my game, but I’ll do my best.”

After he’d left, Reagan laid out, but only lasted an hour in the sun before, feeling burned and bored, she got up, dressed, and walked off to find a quiet place, just looking for a cool drink, and perhaps some company.

She was sitting at a nice little bar, sipping one of those tropical drink concoctions, when two women came walking in, having a good time, talking and laughing. And they both had beautifully huge and firm breasts. Bigger than hers, and very attention getting.

The two of them grabbed stools beside her.

“Wow.” Reagan mumbled; she couldn’t help herself. Their breasts were fantastic. She wasn’t sure why she was so impressed, but she is.

She blushed when the two of them glanced her way. “HI,” they say in unison, understanding her reaction, and loving it.

“Hello. Sorry, but your breasts are magnificent.” Reagan said, shyly.

“Thank you. We like them.

“I’m Martie my best friend here is Nancy.”

“Pleased to meet you. I’m Reagan.”

“Hi Reagan,” Nancy replied. “And before you ask; no, we’re not gay lovers. We’re best friends, married to brothers. All four of us are here for the fun of it.

“The boys are out fishing. So, we’ve been just hanging out.”

Reagan blushed again; the thought had indeed crossed her mind.

After the two of them had received their drinks, the threesome resumed their chat.

The two women proudly showed off their chests, to Reagan, and everyone else in the place.

“We just had these done a few days ago at the clinic.”

“Yes, a perfect use of new technology.”

“They call them nanites.”

“I have them too.” Reagan admitted.

“Oh? Cool. Aren’t they fantastic little things? God, I love technology!” Nancy gushed.

Reagan smiled and nodded. “But if you don’t mind my asking; why so large?

“Sorry, I just had to ask.” Embarrassed.

The pair took turns, like they were actually sisters, themselves. It was a little disconcerting how they completed each other’s sentences.

“No worries. It’s one of our husbands’ favorite sayings – ‘go big or stay home.’

“Well, we didn’t stay home, we came here, and when they offered the no muss, no fuss nanite option, we decided to go big.”

“Really gaziemir escort big.”

“And our men loved it too.”

“Um, so how big are they?” Reagan asked, chuckling. Their happiness was contagious.

They both grinned. “Mine are F-cups. We tried on new bras at the store,” Nancy replied.

“And mine are G’s.” Martie boasted.

“Yah, she just had to go bigger.” Nancy chuckled.

“So, you had yours done?” She then asked.

“With nanites?” Martie added.

“Yes.” Reagan replied. She was pleased with her breasts, but they couldn’t compare with the girl’s monstrous pairs.

“They do look nice.” Martie told her.

“But kind of small.” Nancy said, giggling.

“You could go bigger, and be that much sexier.”

“I bet your man would be happier.”

Reagan finally couldn’t take it anymore; she broke out laughing. “You two are too much. Are you always like this? Like mind-meld twins?”

“Pretty much. The brothers run the family business, and spend all their time together, so we’re either together with them, or just together.” Martie explained.

And instead of taking her turn and adding anything, Nancy pursed her lips and just nodded.

And that made it all even funnier, so Reagan laughed even harder.

The three of them eventually relocated to a table and sat on the water’s edge to visit and chat. The girls explained their decision to go big, in more detail, and feeling a sort of nanite kinship, Reagan screwed up her courage, took a deep breath and dove into an explanation of her Perfect Wife package.

This time she provided the details, openly and completely. Martie and Nancy were just so friendly and fun, she was comfortable telling everything.

And the more she explained, the more fascinated and astounded her little audience became. Reagan’s body changes, her breasts, hair and nails weren’t all that shocking. The pair were actually interested in getting similar enhancements.

The dress restrictions were intriguing, but nothing they wanted to tackle. They could see where they’d be troublesome in real life, at home.

It was the enhanced orgasms, coupled with the sex drive and the restriction that really got them excited.

“So, the little nanite devils give you mind-blowing orgasms?”

“Yes.”

“The best ever?”

Giggling, “yes. All I can handle.”

“Sign me up!”

“Me too.”

Reagan laughed. “Be careful what you wish for.”

Then she got serious. “I’m horny all the time. And I need sex several times a day. Really need it, like a drug addict needing a fix.”

“Like a nymphomaniac?” Nancy asked, more serious, herself.

“Exactly.”

“Is it because it feels so good, or more work from the nanites?” Martie asked.

“I’m not sure. I do love the Mega-O’s, and I’m always ready for more, but the desire for sex is hard to control.”

Both of the girls nodded, soberly. They both loved sex, but could imagine how the constant need might be a terrible distraction.

But then Nancy began giggling, “you called it a ‘Mega-O’? Why not a super-O, or wonder-O?”

“Or an O-my-God?” Martie chimed in.

And they all thought that was hilarious.

It took them several minutes to calm down.

“Actually, I think it’s all kind of cool. Very romantic.” Martie said.

“Really? You think so?” Reagan asked, hesitantly.

“Sure, a wonderful way to save your marriage. If you two are happy, now. It’s working.”

“And you get fantastic sex out of it.”

“Actually, if your orgasms are that good, we ought to look into it.” Nancy said, thoughtfully.

Martie nodded. She also seemed intrigued by the idea.

“Are your orgasms really that great?” Martie asked.

“Fantastic. Mind-blowing.” Reagan said, chuckling.

“Really big-O’s, eh?” Nancy laughed.

“Yup. The best.”

“So, really Mega-O’s?” Martie giggled.

Reagan laughed, “Absolutely.”

“I love it. I’m so jealous. The girl has Mega-O’s”

“I want ’em!” Nancy declared loud enough to draw attention from the people around them.

They all cracked up, laughing.

Nancy laughed so hard that she tipped off her chair and wound up sitting on the deck. Still laughing hysterically. “Mega-O’s”

Of course, that made it worse and the three of them continued laughing so hard they were crying.

“All women deserve, Mega-O’s”

Reagan, still laughing, looked around, and saw a dozen people staring amusedly at the three of them acting like schoolgirls. She didn’t want the whole resort to know she was enjoying Meg-O’s. But she had no control.

They did eventually settle down, Nancy climbed back onto her chair and the curious watchers went back to their own drinks.

“So that’s why you’re kind of overdressed for the resort.”

“Yup. But I have been slowly building a whole new wardrobe.”

“That’s cool.”

“And your husband can’t complain about how much you’re spending on clothes.”

They chatted for another ten minutes, the girls pumping her with sancaktepe escort follow-up questions and Reagan answering honestly, providing even more details.

“I’m not sure if I’d volunteer for those packages.” Nancy mumbled, at one point.

“I know right. The body mods sound fine, and the fantastic orgasms are to be envied, but the dress code seems a lot to ask,” Martie said skeptically.

“Not to mention the uncontrollable sex drive.” Nancy, added, in turn.

Reagan, quieted down for a minute, thinking. But then she smiled. “It’s not all that bad. I’m getting used to it. And my husband sure loves it. All of it.”

“I’m sure he does.”

“And I’m glad for you.”

With that, her two new friends leaned in to give her quick, reassuring kisses. And she really appreciated the affection and support.

“Hey, we were just on our way to the fet resort, to look at their store. Wanna join us? Ever been over there?”

“We heard that the shop over there has a broader selection of lingerie, and sexy clothes in general.”

“The store here doesn’t have all that many bras in our sizes.”

“I’ve never been over there. Although I’ve heard it’s even sexier than this place.”

“Sexier and more bizarre, as well. YU should come and see.”

“Well…” Reagan replied, unsure about visiting the place. She’d heard it was pretty wild.

“Oh, come on. I’m certain they’ll have dresses and skirts that would work for you.”

“Yes, leather and latex, would be perfect for the perfect wife. Your husband will go crazy over you.”

Reagan thought for only a moment. These two were a riot. Fun, friendly and sexy, and she did have an afternoon to kill. Why the hell not?

And she loved the idea of ‘go big or stay home.’ She needed a change of pace from all the sex and some time with someone other than Karter. As much as she loved him, he had set her up for all this, and although she was coming to terms with her new life. A jaunt with these two top-heavy girls would certainly be entertaining

Immediately she confirmed that she’d made a wise decision. It was a hilarious game; observing the reactions of the men they encountered, as they walked over to the main building to catch the shuttle bus over to the other resort.

Every one of the guys reacted pretty much the same way. Fascination, longing, practically drooling, and rapidly hardening cocks, inside their swim suits.

Some of them actually hit on the girls, but were ignored.

And in several cases the women accompanying the awe-struck men, indignantly slapped the shit out of their lovers, either physically or figuratively. Often with angry screaming.

Both Martie and Nancy laughed about the reactions, and Reagan joined in. Free entertainment. Comedy at its finest.

Reagan was enjoying herself immensely. She laughed so much she cried. And when she realized that she was pissing off the jealous women even more, she laughed harder.

It was wonderful. She hadn’t felt this good since – she couldn’t remember when. Since before she and Karter had their talk about their failing marriage.

Riding the shuttle bus, they relaxed, and she recovered.

++++++++++++

At the fet resort her two top-heavy friends didn’t draw as much attention, but there was a mind-blowing collection of other fascinating distractions to keep Reagan occupied and entertained.

The fetish resort was indeed well-stocked with guests involved with the full range of fetishes. Reagan was fascinated by them all, and shocked by quite a few.

Here the women seemed sexier. More of them were naked, or nearly so. Their breasts were on average larger, their waists tinier and their asses bigger, too. Their faces were also sexier, perhaps sluttier, with poutier lips, tinier noses and long eyelashes.

And a larger percentage were pierced and tattooed in numerous and elaborate fashions.

The men were similarly sexier and often decorated like the women. Some of them were also as bizarre as the women, as well.

As the three of them wandered around, most of the couples though, were quite normal. Attractive men and beautiful women vacationing and enjoying themselves, the resort and the beautiful island. They exchanged greetings with some of them, and chatted with a few.

One couple, even proposed an orgy, but it would have been four women and one very happy guy, and that didn’t sound like much fun.

Her friends didn’t hesitate to waylay the bizarre and sexy women who they found fascinating or confusing. Stopping and asking questions about their looks and likes. And in most cases those fetish queens seemed happy to answer their queries, explaining their fetishes, bodies and lifestyles as appropriate.

She just listened in, staying in the background, fascinated and entertained. Martie and Nancy, were just a riot to hang with.

Reagan was intrigued by some of the more exotic women, and men they encountered as they explored the place, and revolted by a few others.

Martie stopped one woman who was more of a Cosplayer, than a sex symbol. She looked like some fantastic woodland creature. Only half human. She was accompanied by a normal, unadorned guy.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but your costume is beautiful. I went to a cosplay convention once and it was a lot of fun. I didn’t expect to see anyone here in costume.”

The woman smiled. “It’s not a costume. It’s all me.”

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Stephen stopped on the sidewalk and looked up at the sun-soaked building ahead of him. The city’s art museum was an old building in an old district. Its weathered, pale stone facade and gothic embellishments didn’t look all that out of place around its neighbors. Small, well-groomed maple trees lined the grassy lawn separating the building from the road, interspersed with statues in both concrete and abstract forms. The air was filled with the sounds of other visitors laughing, talking, and otherwise enjoying the warm spring afternoon. Stephen smiled. This would be the perfect backdrop for his project.

“Are you ready?” the woman next to him asked. Her long dark brown hair was tied up in a simple bun, her deep brown eyes framed by thin spectacles. Her outfit was casual – a knee-length skirt and pale pink shirt – but she still looked stunning.

Stephen, who was dressed in a similarly minimal outfit of a plain t-shirt and dark pants, lifted the old camera hanging from a lanyard about his neck. “The film’s loaded and ready to go. Let’s find a good spot to start taking photos.”

The two began to stroll through the lawn, sometimes stopping to consider a tree or statue but ultimately moving on with no pictures taken. The areas were all either too bright, too dark, or too crowded. Even though he planned to take plenty of pictures that day, Stephen wanted to be sure he got the photo shoot off to a good start with the very first picture. This would be the anniversary of his first time working with Emily and he was determined to make it a shoot to remember. That was part of why he had brought the old camera rather than his usual digital equipment.

As they made their way toward a group of topiary sculptures, Emily cast a sidelong glance at Stephen. “So where did you find that camera again?” she asked. Her voice was low and rich, a fact that often took people by surprise the first time they met her.

“At a thrift shop downtown,” Stephen explained. “They had the price marked down because no one had been showing any interest in buying it.”

“Why is that? Does it not work?”

Stephen stopped his search for a good location to give his partner a frank look. “If it didn’t work, do you think I would have brought it with us today? Of course it works.”

Emily leaned in to examine the camera. “I’ve never seen the model before. What is it?”

“I did some research online after buying it. The company who made it, Zoom-Tek, no longer exists. Apparently, they were an experimental upstart in the seventies with the idea of specializing in some unique zoom lenses or something. I don’t completely understand what they were trying to accomplish, but I guess the fact they aren’t around anymore means they didn’t meet with the success they were hoping to find.”

“Perhaps you should have brought one of your normal cameras along, too. Just in case.”

Stephen waved a hand dismissively. “I have my usual stuff in the car. We can go get it if this camera doesn’t work.” In truth, he hoped the camera would work. He’d taken a few test shots at the apartment and the pictures developed fine. Even still, he had never photographed a human, or an outdoor scene. The aperture could be damaged and he would have no way of knowing until the first picture. Stephen shook his head to clear away the nagging thoughts. Everything would be fine, he told himself. There was nothing wrong with the camera, nothing at all.

Emily tapped Stephen on the shoulder to draw him out of his thoughts. “Look at that fountain,” she said, a gleam of familiar excitement in her eyes. “It’s the perfect place to start our shoot, don’t you think?”

Indeed, it was the perfect place to set up the photo shoot. The fountain’s basin was wide and shallow, the energetic water flowing over a mosaic bottom. A series of marble figures rose from the basin’s center, their chiseled robes flowing like the water that spilled from the urns carried on their shoulders. Topping the sculpture was a single golden eagle, wings spread and talons extended as if caught mid-swoop. Neatly trimmed hedges lined the edge of the little flagstone-paved pavilion and a few street lamps rose tastefully behind the fountain like black iron pillars. Stephen didn’t think he would be able to find a better place to start his photo shoot even if he tried.

“This is the perfect spot,” he said, grinning broadly. tekirdağ escort “Try sitting on the fountain wall and sort of leaning in, Emily.”

The woman moved to the front of the fountain and did as she had been instructed. “Like this?” she asked.

Stephen nodded. “Try leaning toward the water a little more, like you’re watching some fish. Oh, and try undoing your hair. I think wearing it loose would look really good for this shot.”

“Okay, but you’re helping me get it back into a bun afterward,” she said with a chuckle. After flashing a sly glance in Stephen’s direction, she removed the pins holding her hair in place in a quick, decisive movement that sent her lustrous hair tumbling down over her shoulders and partly obscuring her face. Her hair was normally straight, but having it up in a bun had lent it the slightest of waves.

For a moment, Stephen only stood in place and took in the composition. Even without any special adjustments, this shot was going to something special. He would keep taking photos after this one, of course, but even now, before he’d snapped the shot, a fluttery feeling in his heart told him this was going to be the best he would get for a while.

He couldn’t stand and admire his model forever, though. Stephen took a step back until he could feel the prickly branches of the hedge brushing against the back of his legs. He lowered himself into a half-crouch and brought the camera up to his face. Since it was an older model, the view finder was a tiny window in the back rather than a screen like the models he was more accustomed to, but the picture was crystal-clear nonetheless.

“I’m just going to need to zoom a bit,” he muttered under his breath as his thumb went to the zoom button on the camera’s side.

As soon as the button was pressed, something odd happened. Emily seemed to enlarge as normal, but the background stayed unchanged. At first, Stephen thought the camera was broken, although he couldn’t think of how it could possibly be broken in such a strange way. When he lowered the camera away from his eyes to tell her, though, he received the surprise of his life.

A sound of surprise mixed with what sounded like arousal escaped from Emily’s parted lips. “St-Stephen, something weird is going on…”

Emily hadn’t been appearing to grow larger in the viewfinder, she had actually grown larger. Just moments ago, she had been just under five and a half feet tall. Now, though, she was clearly over six feet. Her clothes had apparently not sized with the rest of her – her skirt now reached two or so inches above her knees and the fabric of her shirt was squeezing against her breasts.

“Do you feel alright?” It was a stupid question, he knew, but nothing else came to mind that Stephen might say to comfort her in this situation. “I’ve heard of growth spurts before, but this is pretty… dramatic.”

Emily looked down at her hands as if the answer to what had caused her to grow might be found in the lines on her palms. “I guess so. For a moment, it felt – Actually, never mind. I’m fine.”

“What were you going to say?” Stephen asked.

Emily flashed a shaky smile down at Stephen. She was more than a head taller than him now. “I’m fine, really. Let’s continue with the photo shoot.”

Continuing the photo shoot was no longer forefront in his mind, but Stephen agreed. The show had to go on, so to speak. Letting a little strangeness scare him away wasn’t professional at all. “O-Okay, let’s stick with the original shot. I didn’t get it last time.”

Emily rearranged herself on the edge of the fountain’s basin. Her newly resized body required it be held slightly differently, but after a bit of coaching, she managed to get into a position very similar to her first one. In fact, Stephen thought it might be even better than the first try. “This time for real,” he muttered under his breath as he brought the camera back up to his eye. “No more practice runs.” He took a few steps closer to Emily so as to avoid needing to use the zoom button this time. If it was broken, he would just frame the shot without its use.

There must have been a bird’s nest in the hedge, though, because as soon as Stephen took a step, an angry sparrow darted out and swooped past him. The animal was harmless, of course, but the suddenness tokat escort of its appearance startled him enough to cause his hand to slip and press the broken zoom button once more.

“O-Ohhh…” Emily moaned. This time, Stephen was quick enough to see the change happen. The air around Emily seemed to shimmer slightly as if she had been caught in a sudden wave of heat. In the ethereal embrace, her body appeared to enlarge. There was no creaking of bone or straining of flesh. Rather, Stephen thought the sight looked more like a balloon being blown into than anything else. Her skirt became tighter and shorter on her until it only reached her mid-thigh and was strained as tight as if it was made of elastic. The front of her shirt was hugging against the soft curves of her breasts so tightly it looked like the fabric would tear apart at the slightest touch. Her shoes and socks popped off her feet with a soft tearing sound as they finally gave way.

“E-Emily,” Stephen stammered. He wanted to say more but had no idea where to even start. She had to be at least seven feet tall now. He had already known something weird was going on, but now there was no way he could deny the fact.

To his surprise, Emily seemed more pleased than frightened of her new size. There was concern in the way she looked down at herself, of course, but that’s all it was: Concern. She looked up and met eyes with the photographer and actually gave him a small smile. “Don’t worry too much, Steve. Models are supposed to be tall, right? Now I’ll be taller than any of the rest.”

“Well, yes, but this tall? I don’t even know how this happened.”

Emily pursed her lips in thought for a moment before answering. “What was the same between both times I grew? There has to be a cause for this.”

“I had the camera in my hand each time, but I don’t see how me holding something would make you taller. If anything, I would think that would make me taller.”

“But you were pointing the camera at me. Maybe that has something to do with it?”

“I’ve pointed the camera at plenty of things before. Nothing grew larger during my test runs with this thing.”

“Did you do anything different this time than you did during the test?”

Stephen was about to deny doing anything different at all when he remembered the broken zoom button. He hadn’t thought to test that feature when he had been practicing with the camera earlier. “There was one thing…” he said slowly. For some reason, he was reluctant to tell Emily about the zoom.

Emily leaned in. Her new height made towering over Stephen easy. “Yes? Go on, Steve. I want to get to the bottom of this and can’t if you don’t tell me what’s on your mind.”

Stephen took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. She was right, he told himself. Emily was his friend, and if he couldn’t trust her with something as small as this, what kind of a person was he? “There was one difference. I had never tested the zoom on this camera until today, when I was framing our first shot.”

Emily grabbed Stephen by the wrist and lifted his hands up so she could get a better look at the camera. Apparently, her strength had increased along with her size as the photographer was unable to resist her pull. “What company did you say made this camera again?”

For a moment, Stephen was only able to stare up at the model, blushing slightly. He had always found her beautiful of course. That was a big part of why they took pictures together so often. Now, though, something had changed. The feeling in his heart was different somehow.

Emily tilted her head and arched her eyebrows. “Steve? You okay?”

“Uh, y-yeah. The company was Zoom-Tek.”

“And you didn’t think to check the one feature they chose to name themselves after?”

“I guess it just slipped my mind at the time. Anyway, I don’t think the zoom would be making you bigger. That wouldn’t even be possible… right?”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

Stephen looked from Emily to the camera and frowned slightly. He didn’t feel right testing the growing properties of this camera – if any such properties even existed – on her. “I don’t know, Em…”

Emily slapped him lightly on the back and sent him stumbling backward with the force. “Don’t be such a baby, Steve. I’ll be fine. Besides, it doesn’t trabzon escort seem to grow inanimate objects if my clothes are any indication, so it’s not like we could test it on a rock or something.”

“Speaking of your clothes, wouldn’t you rather test this somewhere more private? I don’t know how much more growing your current outfit can handle.”

Emily waved a hand dismissively and reclined against the fountain. “No one’s around. Besides, this is an art museum. There’s statues of ladies in various states of undress all over the place.”

“A statue’s very different from a living person, you know.”

“Look, I’ll test the camera myself if I have to. But you’re the photographer so I thought you’d like to be the one to do it.” Emily’s voice dropped almost seductively as she draped a hand over Stephen’s shoulder and continued her appeal. “Besides, I thought you might like to get a shot of the result, too.”

Stephen closed his eyes and took a deep, slow breath. “Alright, I’ll give it one more test run. But that’s it, okay? Pose like before, so we can at least pretend I’m taking a picture.” The instruction was unnecessary as Emily was already settling into a reclining position along the fountain. Her eyes twinkled mischievously and the corners of her mouth lifted in a sly, crooked grin. He wouldn’t have believed it earlier, but his shot kept getting better and better.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked. “Are you going to press the button or not?”

The photographer had to take another breath to steady himself before pressing the zoom button. He couldn’t let her down by backing out now, though. Before he gave the matter too much thought, he slid his thumb forward and over the button. There was the softest of clicks as the zoom was triggered and the now-familiar shimmering started up around Emily.

Before, he had only held in the button for a second at most. This time, though, he kept it down for an agonizing span of several heartbeats. If he was going to test this, he figured, her was going to test it properly. Sure enough, his efforts weren’t in vain. Emily lowered her eyelids and parted her soft lips in a silent moan as her body started to expand before the air had even settled down.

“Wh-Why does this feel so good?” she asked, her voice low with restrained pleasure. The fabric of her shirt, already stretched thin by her enlarged breasts, gave a soft tearing sound as it finally reached the point where it could contain Emily no longer and tore up the middle. All that was covering the soft mounds of her breasts now was a mostly-destroyed black lace bra that had somehow miraculously hung on through the explosive growth. Her skirt, being a less constricting garment, didn’t tear like the shirt did, but it grew so short and tight on her thighs that it hardly served a purpose anymore. By the time Emily finally finished growing, she was over triple Stephen’s height.

“Well, I guess the zoom is what’s making you grow after all,” Stephen said with a nervous laugh. When he looked up to meet Emily’s face, he couldn’t help but get a view straight up her skirt. Her lace panties had stretched nearly to their limit, just barely covering her womanhood now.

Emily smiled down from her new height. “Looks that way.”

“You aren’t worried you’ll be stuck at seventeen feet?”

“Not especially. Your camera can zoom out as well as in, right? I imagine that’s the key to reversing any growth. I might as well enjoy being so much taller than anyone else for a while, don’t you think?”

The sound of two museum-goers talking drifted toward the fountain pavilion on the breeze. Stephen blushed as he realized he and Emily were about to be found. “We should hide,” he muttered, looking around for a place he might possibly be able to hide a woman as tall as Emily now was. Predictably, potential spots were few and far between.

A massive hand suddenly closed around Stephen’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, Steve. I’m having fun with this new camera of yours and you have a shoot to finish up, don’t you?”

“But…” Stephen let out a sigh of defeat. This was bizarre in the best of lights, but Emily looked like she genuinely meant it when she said she was having fun. It was almost like a long-held desire of hers was being fulfilled. Even ignoring all that, she was right. They did have a shoot to finish. “Okay, let’s take this from the top then. I think our old setup won’t work anymore, so let’s try to find a new pose for you.” Stephen took the camera up one last time and readied himself while Emily tried various poses around the fountain.

It looked like the good feeling about this shoot he’d been having earlier wasn’t that far off, after all.

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The First Futanari – Shower Time

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My name is Emily, and I am what is regarded as a futanari.

A futanari is a girl with both a vagina and a penis, both functioning as normal genitalia.

Being able to produce so much semen may be counted as a blessing, but it is a bitch to clean up. Because, and the men out there know this, it will stain. Especially my special sauce, it is thicker and more potent than anything I have ever seen. The problem with having orgasms such as mine is that you need something to contain it all, cause if you don’t it will coat and stick to everything. That is why having a shower is the best thing a futanari girl can have, as you can come over and over, and not risk anything getting ruined with thick cum.

Having Emma over constantly was extremely nice, however we never made it to the shower during our countless study fuck sessions. Everywhere we went, would get absolutely soaked by either my white, sticky cum or her juices. After we finish, she attempt to stand and my cum would slosh out, and get all over the carpet floor.

After the summer began, we couldn’t hold ourselves during the time off. She came over almost every day, and constantly had my semen inside of her. Not that I didn’t need the relief, because ever since Dr. Rosswell’s drugs enhanced my cum production my balls will grow too much. Emma has loved this new addition to our playtime, and she gets her way 90% of the time because of it. I always argue that she is addicted, and while Emma doesn’t deny she needs my dickmilk, she says that it is just ‘too good’. Having this power over her makes me feel powerful.

Dr. Rosswell can attest to my semen having addictive qualities. She says it gives her the feeling of being intoxicated, and she adores it. She pays me a pretty penny for what she calls ‘doses’ of my special sauce, which essentially is me ramming her brains out whenever she requires (mostly along with Emma after school).

Technically, it would be considered prostitution, but Dr. Rosswell says that since she collects my bursa escort semen that its fine.

Our friends are intrigued by why we never hang out together anymore. Julia doesn’t really notice because she’s always busy with school or her boyfriend, but Brittany is starting to become suspicious. Whenever we are together, she’s always angry at Emma and blames her for a lot of things. Sometimes I wonder if Emma has told her about our slappy-time, and have even come close to explaining things myself, but Brittany doesn’t want to hear it from me. I can understand it, her and Emma have been friends since they were kids, I get why she is upset. They always share everything, and since I’ve come around, Emma has become more interested in us ‘having fun’ rather than hanging with her bestie.

One night, I was driving home alone. Emma was having a family emergency, and Dr. Rosswell told me that she was going to get an IUD for herself that afternoon. I was looking forward to a relaxed evening of sitting back and watching movies. I walked up to my room and for once, my dick wasn’t acting up. I had watched a few videos on keeping boners down for men, and the techniques seemed to work well. I got my homework done, I actually ate dinner with my mom for once, and went upstairs to watch videos.

I was watching movies when I started to get horny, and suddenly found myself watching porn. My dick hadn’t gotten hard yet, but it had expanded greatly. I’d always wanted to try something I’d seen in porn, so I grabbed a box of old triple X condoms and attempted to put it on. I barely managed to get it on the head, and I laid my cock down between my long legs and began stroking it with my feet. It felt nice, and I spent all my brainpower on not getting hard. My thighs burned, and I realized I had found a new exercise for toning my legs.

The night went by quickly, and soon it was four in the morning. I didn’t have school in the morning, so I had stayed up çanakkale escort late browsing my porn collection and went through all 49 condoms. Each balloon full of cum was at least 8 inches round, and I had broken at least 4 of them with the sheer amount of lady-spunk I injected into them.

Making multiple trips back and forth to the bathroom, I came up with the bright idea that I would pop them in the shower. I laid them down by the door, and took off the clothing I still had on (my knee-length socks and hair tie), and with my sweaty 32D breasts out and dick hard, stepped into the shower. The warm water felt incredible, and I closed my eyes and imagined being rained on. I was so into my vision, that I didn’t notice the dark-skinned figure stepping into the shower with me, absolutely gob-smacked by my size.

I suddenly felt a slim hand caress my shaft. I shot out a glob of pre-cum and my eyes slammed open and witnessed Brittany, who was the only one of the friend group who was as tall as me, grab me and pull me into a kiss. The kiss lasted far too long for my cock, who was throbbing at the sign of imminent sex. She told me that she knew about my cock and its abilities since she saw me in the janitors closet. My face was red, thinking about that day, as she told me that all three of them were there, Emma, Brittany, and Julia. They had all witnessed me explode all over the place. Ever since then, she had been wanting a cock that could do that to her, but she never found one. She was suspicious of Emma and I, and once she saw a drop of my lady-spunk glop out of Emma’s pussy, and was positive that we were fucking.

To her credit we were. And now she was going to find that dick she’d been after.

I lifted her up over my shaft, so that it was resting directly on her pussy, her thick ass-cheeks wrapping around my leaking rod. She wrapped her legs around my schlong and began to rub her feet on my glans passionately. I couldn’t rize escort penetrate her like this, and she knew it. She was teasing me, and it was working. I began to caress her thin womanly body, rubbing and sucking on her large tits with delicacy. As Brittany squealed at the attention, I noticed a warmer sensation on my shaft despite the warm water. She had already orgasmed, and I hadn’t even pushed into her yet!

I could feel my balls getting both larger and heavier, as my cum production began to increase. I was able to lift Brittany up while she was in her weak ‘after-orgasm’ state, and plant her on my rock-hard 14-inch cock. I looked deep into her lust-clouded eyes, and she nodded yes. I let go, letting gravity do all the work. Despite the tightness, my cock reached extremely deep into her, on its first try. One more thrust allowed me to go balls-deep. She moaned super loud, but I was thankful for the somewhat sound-covering water falling from the showerhead.

Brittany had gone cross-eyed, slack-jawed, and limp all at once. The pleasure she must had been in must’ve taken her by surprise, as she had been confident until now. Here was this beautiful, well-developed woman falling in love with my dick, and this made me speed up my fuck-thrusts, causing Brittany to snap back to reality. I quickly enveloped her in a kiss, to keep her from yelling out, and began to talk dirty to her; that I was going to cum deep inside her womb and get her pregnant with my potent sperm. She looked at me and moaned in pleasure and acceptance.

While I was ramming Brittany, she matched my thrusts with bounces causing my penis to approach her womb. I could feel the resistance, and based on Brittany’s wide-eyed expression, I could tell it felt good. I grabbed her fat ass and slammed it down as hard as possible and attempted to break into her cervix. She obviously enjoyed both the pain and pleasure, as she began orgasming, rocking and shaking in time with her heartbeat. I also began orgasming, spurting out thick stream after thick stream of my hot steamy lady-spunk directly into her baby oven. As Brittany fell in my arms, and with the last bit of testosterone I had, I laid her down on the floor, and sat down beside her in the streaming water. Never had I exhausted myself to the point where I collapsed, but maybe it was because of the heat in shower.

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The Girls College Ch. 09

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The sun had risen over London, birds were excitedly chirping as many people started their daily commute. It was Wednesday the sixth of September, the summer holidays were over.

As the bright rays of sunlight kissed the glistening windows of London Girls’ College for the first time that day, Paul Edwards was already wide awake. He had been, quite rudely, awoken by an agitated Jessica Lewis and marched to the cafeteria, completely naked. For breakfast, he was fed scrambled eggs, violently rammed down his throat by Jessica’s feet. After being fed he had been shoved into the row of showers along the wall of the hostel’s large bathroom.

Jessica kept an eye on him as he showered, making sure he cleaned himself properly. She was content and quickly marched him back downstairs to the room he had slept in for the last two days.

He had picked up on the fact that she was wearing a different uniform to the one he had seen her in the past few days. Instead of the light blue one-piece dress, she was clothed in a navy blue skirt, reaching down to about two or three inches above the knee, as well as a short sleeved white dress shirt and tie. The tie was navy blue with light blue stripes on it and the school’s crest embroidered

“Put on your uniform, you have five minutes,” is all she said as she left the room and locked it behind her.

Paul winced as the door was slammed shut and found himself standing in the middle of the room, all by himself. For a few moments he stood in complete silence, processing everything that had happened to him since Sunday. The welts that Miss Johnson had left across his body had barely healed; it hurt his bruised soles just to stand on them. He had eaten seven meals off the feet of a woman, Jessica and the black-haired Laura Klein took turns in shoving their sweaty feet into his mouth at each one.

Tuesday was his least eventful day so far, he was fed breakfast before receiving several sets of school uniforms for the year and he had to pack his clothes into his wardrobe to find that all the underwear he had packed had been replaced by girls’ panties. After lunch he was taken to the large bathroom where Nurse Lilly treated his welts with several different lotions and creams. This took her nearly two hours, as she generously treated all of his bruises with a lot of care. Dinner was quite early, around five o’ clock. Paul spent half an hour at the small feet of Laura Klein before having to wash his own dishes. At six he was taken to his room, where Laura inspected his wardrobe and bed. Finally, at seven, he was allowed to go to bed. This didn’t mean that he would sleep, but it meant that he could have some time to himself. Only after nine o’clock did he finally doze off.

He slowly walked across the cold tile floor towards the wardrobe, built into the wall next to his bed. His arm reached out and he slowly opened the door, revealing the contents of the closet. Paul’s eyes immediately shot down to the fourteen pairs of light pink thong panties on the second shelf from the bottom.

Slowly he took from the wardrobe a pair of panties and a one-piece light blue dress, identical to the ones Jessica and Laura had been wearing for the past few days. It was a dress that reached about two and a half inches above the knee, with a white V-neck collar that dove down to just above the cleavage of the average girl’s breasts. Along with the panties and dress, Paul also withdrew a pair of frilly white ankle socks and a pair of black leather Mary Jane school shoes that he had to polish extensively the day before.

The only part of the normal girls’ uniform boys didn’t get to wear was the signature London Girls College straw boater hat with a light blue ribbon running around the top. These hats were solely worn by the female students, whose hats were their pride. Boys weren’t allowed to wear straw boaters, they weren’t worthy of them.

Paul sighed loudly to himself as he looked down at the uniform on the bed and his shoes on the floor. He hadn’t worn any proper clothing since Sunday, and tried to take it as a positive that he didn’t have to walk around in the nude any more, albeit that his nudity had to be covered by girls’ underwear, a dress, and frilly socks.

Reluctantly he stepped into the pink thong panties, pulling it up so that the string comfortably sat between his buttocks. He looked down at the little bulge his penis created in the thin material of the panties and disappointedly sighed. Next, Paul took the dress from the bed and awkwardly wiggled into it from the bottom, not knowing whether he was doing it right. He closed the zip on his left side and found that the dress fit him quite snugly, a perfect fit.

He sat down on the bed and slipped the frilly socks onto his size six feet. Frilly socks weren’t standard with the College’s uniform, and were instead a special request by the prefects specifically for Paul. For a few moments Paul blankly stared straight at his feet, erzurum escort dressed in girly white socks. They were very soft on his skin and very comfortable to wear, yet he was still profusely embarrassed to wear them.

Finally he reached down to the floor and undid the buckles of his Mary Jane school shoes. His feet fit perfectly inside and he slowly did the buckles up once more. He wiggled his feet around and looked at them in a mix of anger and disappointment in himself. Nonetheless, he stood up from the bed and lumbered towards the door of the room.

Just as he was about to reach for the knob it turned and the door flew open. Through it emerged Jessica Lewis, now wearing her straw boater hat proudly upon her head. She looked at Paul, who was stood before her in his school dress and frilly socks. A quiet chuckle was followed by a firm grasp of his shoulder as she shoved him onto the bed nearest to the door.

She didn’t speak a word as she pushed Paul back and pushed up his dress to inspect below it. Holding up the material of the dress her eyes danced across his crotch to see the cute pink panties he had to wear. Once again, she chuckled. Jessica instructed him to turn over and get on all fours, which he did, leading to her pushing his dress up again to see his firm bottom with the dimple of his anus scarcely covered by the thin string of his thong panties. A firm slap landed on his bottom, already covered in welts from his appointment with Miss Johnson. He hissed and heard a barely audible tsk tsk come from Jessica’s mouth. The young lady pulled him up by his waist and positioned him so that he was standing on his knees before her.

Bending down in front of him, she placed four of her fingers on his leg, starting from the end of the light blue dress down to the top of his knee.

“Barely,” she whispered to herself as she stood upright once more. “The first years will be arriving soon, it’s time to go. Come on.”

*****

The large clock atop the roof of the Jane Marwood Hall struck half past seven, the first school day of the year had begun. Excited whispers and giggles filled the campus as students flooded in through the front gate of the College. Everyone was curious to see the new boy in the school; it was always the highlight of the first assembly, the new boy’s induction ceremony.

Second, third and final year students all entered, two hundred and seven enthusiastic pairs of feet filled the concrete pathways of London Girls College with the exuberant click-clacks of Mary Jane school shoes.

The first year girls were held at the front gate, standing in several cliques as they eagerly talked to each other. Their enthusiasm could be felt in the air, as they prepared to enter the College where they would be taught the ways of a real lady. Several bags and suitcases of luggage were packed into black mini-vans and driven through the gate towards the Jane Marwood Hall.

Three boys, dressed in identical blue dresses to the rest of the girls of the College, had to carry and tug the luggage from the vans and bring all of it to the doorsteps of the respective hostels, under the strict supervision of matrons to ensure that no contents were stolen from the cases.

*****

“You’re going to be acting as a little doormat for the first year students,” explained Jessica Lewis, adjusting the straw boater hat atop her head. “Afterwards, I’ll escort you to the back of the hall and hand you over to one of the teachers, you’ll be fastened to the cross and your initiation ceremony will begin.”

Paul gulped at the pretty girl’s words. He was definitely not ready for his initiation. He didn’t know what it entailed, however he feared for the worst based on his experiences the past few days. He obediently walked ahead of Jessica as they exited Jane House. It was very quiet outside, all the non-first-year students had filed into the Jane Marwood Hall. The only students yet to enter the Hall were the first years, all patiently waiting outside the large gate of the school.

“Strip down to those pretty little panties of yours,” instructed Jessica as they reached the steps leading up to the door of the Hall. For a few moments he hovered, but quickly bent down to undo the buckles of the leather Mary Jane shoes on his feet. As he kicked them off he hobbled on one leg as he pulled off his socks, balling them up and putting one in each of his shoes. Jessica watched his every move as he undid the zipper on the side of his dress and awkwardly pulled it off his frail body. “Hand everything to me.”

He looked up at her and replied with an intimidated nod, she could tell he was terrified. Paul bent forward and picked up the leather shoes with his white ankle socks stuffed inside. He went to hand Jessica the dress first, but she slapped his hand away and told him to fold it first. Flinching at the sharp slap he quickly did his best to fold eskişehir escort it neatly. He handed her the dress, placing it in her arms that were held out. On top of the dress he placed his shoes and socks.

“Good boy,” Jessica said, looking down at the dress and shoes in her arms, before looking back at the boy. She herded the boy up the few low steps to the closed front doors of the Hall. The dress and shoes were placed down on the floor and she turned her attention to him. Her large hands gestured for him to lay flat on the floor.

Hesitantly he bent down and kicked out his legs before laying back. Jessica made him shuffle around to ensure he was perfectly aligned with the middle of the doors, seemingly just to assert her dominance over him just a little bit more. When she was happy with his position, she bent down next to him, leaning in close to his frightened face.

“When the girls use you like the worthless little doormat you are, you are going to thank each one,” she said, almost menacingly. “You are going to take in each of their scents, and you will appreciate each one. Every single one. Lucky for you, nowadays we have to take our shoes off before trampling putrid boy bodies like yours. Don’t expect such kindness in the hostel though, dear, we make our own rules in there.”

She saw his eyes were filled with fear and hatred, he was seemingly shaking.

“You don’t need to be mad at me, love,” she cooed in response to his facial expression. “Needs must, it’s tradition. If you haven’t realized yet, the College is very serious about tradition. Especially when it comes to you boys, you need to be kept in line, sometimes it’s good to be put in your place so that you don’t forget where you belong in life.”

With a sinister giggle she stood up and reminded him not to move, as if he would dare to at this point anyway, before quickly strutting away with his folded dress and polished shoes. And so, the nearly naked boy waited on the hard concrete where he lay, the cool wind blowing across his body making him shiver. He could feel the welts on his bottom against the floor, he was in a great level of discomfort, but he dared not move.

*****

“Girls, let me introduce you to Paul Edwards, the boy you’ll have the pleasure of using for your four year stay,” the voice of Miss Vanessa Smith announced as she reached the top step leading up to the closed doors of the Hall. She dug the three inch heel of her signature black pump lightly into his soft chest as she continued speaking, the boy groaned softly. “You’ll have a more thorough introduction in a few minutes, but first I would like you to enter the hall as tradition states. Miss Carter will assist you in mounting the boy and then guide you along as you step across his body. Unfortunately, you will have to remove your shoes before doing so.”

A few giggles came from the new students at Miss Smith’s last sentence.

“There’s no particular order, so if you’d just all get in a nice single file line, I’ll let Miss Carter help you across this little doormat.”

Miss Smith smiled at them once more before turning on her heels and elegantly stepping away, opening the large doors of the Hall. As the doors opened, all two-hundred-and-seven girls stood up from their seats in unison.

*****

Miss Jennifer Carter, dressed in an elegant beige dress with a beautiful floral pattern upon it, stood at the top step of the staircase waiting for the first girl to ascend. She had placed a low wooden step at the boy’s head. The first girl approached, Amanda Schmidt.

Amanda was just over five and a half feet tall and her long strawberry blonde hair was done into an upstyle ponytail that hung about a quarter of the way down her back. She had gorgeous blue eyes and smiled sweetly as she graciously climbed the few steps towards Miss Carter. As she reached the top step she looked down at the boy, who nervously looked back up at her.

The girl eagerly bent down and started to undo the buckles of her shoes. As she stood upright she graciously lifted her right leg and removed the shoe from it. Jennifer held out the palm of her hand and smiled sweetly as Amanda gently placed her size six leather shoe inside. She repeated the process for the left shoe, which was also placed in the hands of Jennifer Carter.

“One more thing, girls,” Jennifer announced as Amanda stepped onto the wooden step at the nude boy’s head. “Unfortunately, there are limitations to exactly where you can step on the boy.”

She lifted her right foot, clad in a shimmering beige round toe pump and pressed the toe into Paul’s forehead, making him grunt uncomfortably as his head was pressed harshly against the concrete.

“Your first step will be placed right here on his ugly little face, make sure you press your foot down nice and hard, let him appreciate your scent,” as she applied more and more pressure with gaziantep escort the hard toe of her pump. “The second step is to be placed squarely on his genitals,” before she could even demonstrate with the sole of her own pump, Paul sighed softly. The round toe of her high heel shoe softly pressed into his soft testicles. He bit his upper lip to avoid making a noise as she softly, yet painfully, applied her sole to his most intimate part. “You’ll notice Paul is wearing a pair of adorable pink panties, we thought it best to provide some modesty. Don’t feel too bad about stepping on them, as they will be removed shortly.”

A few chuckles came from the first year girls, now stood in a long single-file line.

Amanda looked down at the boy, he was clearly terrified. They made brief eye contact, and he found it hard to believe that a young lady with such a gentle facial expression and kind eyes would be trampling his body. Jennifer held out her unoccupied hand for Amanda to hold. The girl lightly gripped it and Jennifer let her take the first step.

Her socked left foot was placed squarely on his face, yet only lightly. He reluctantly took in her scent, it was barely noticeable as her feet weren’t sweaty, but it was definitely there. It wasn’t even a full second before she fully stepped onto his face. His head was pushed suddenly against the hard floor. Her socked foot wrapped around his face as she rested her entire weight on his body.

He felt her shift her weight forward, before the right foot touched his manhood. It was much worse than the first step. He groaned very loudly as all of her body weight was rested on his penis, encased in a silk thong. This torture lasted longer, as Jennifer let Amanda twist her foot around to let the pain linger for a few seconds longer.

Finally she stepped off and Jennifer handed the polished Mary Jane shoes over. Amanda dropped her shoes toe the floor and inserted her feet into them, before gracefully bending down and fastening the thin leather straps. She got up and looked at Jennifer, who gestured for her to enter the hall.

*****

It was barely twenty seconds before the next girl was undoing the buckles of her school shoes. Sarah-Lee Stevens was a very tall young lady, standing at exactly six foot. She wore size ten shoes, as picked up by Jennifer as she looked inside out of curiosity. Her large feet climbed the step so that she could look down at the nearly nude boy from even higher than before. They made eye contact, Sarah-Lee smirked sinfully.

The matron and the students’ hands touched and held onto each other as Sarah-Lee plunged down from the step and placed her socked size ten foot directly on his face, covering most of it. The scent of her foot was much more noticeable, and Paul didn’t like it one bit. It was a strong, pungent odour of sweat which was nearly unbearable. Her foot was slightly damp as well, adding to the overall discomfort of the boy.

Her weight lent forward as Amanda’s did, but Sarah-Lee’s added weight made it even worse. Paul groaned loudly, nearly screamed, as Sarah-Lee’s right foot was placed on his manhood. Crushing his testicles as she stepped off, and leaving a dull pain in the boy’s lower abdomen, Sarah-Lee was handed her shoes and allowed to enter the hall.

After Jennifer watched the tall brunette enter the hall, she turned her attention to the poor boy below her and violently dug her heel into his chest.

“You are to be dead silent for the remainder of this, do you understand me?” she said aggressively, digging the three inch heel of her shoe as deeply into his chest as she could. As she retracted the heel from his flesh, leaving a dark red mark, she bent down next to him. “This is the most important part of any girl’s first day at the College; I will not have it ruined by a worthless piece of shit like you. If you continue, I will have no choice but to plug your mouth with a dirty sock.”

*****

That morning, seventy three young ladies trampled the frail body of Paul Edwards with their socked feet. First placing their one foot across his round face, then the next foot perfectly on his poor penis. He didn’t think he could take more torture than what he had just endured, but when he was forced to stand up from the concrete, he noticed it had only just begun.

The back of his head had a dull throbbing pain, as it had been repeatedly pressed down against the harsh cement tile below him. He could barely feel his manhood, or rather what was left of it. The last bit of dignity he thought he had, was gone. Paul’s self-worth had been broken, and it had only taken one hundred and forty six socked feet to do it.

“You did well, boy,” said Miss Jennifer Carter, circling the boy and visually examining his body for any marks. She stopped between his spread legs and extended her right leg, before starting to rub the rough surface of the worn high heel shoe lightly against his testicles. Applying slight pressure to his already pained sac, forcing out a groan from his mouth, she continued. “You know, most boys struggle a lot more than you did, but I’d argue you’ve already accepted your place in this college, your new place in society.”

One hard push into his sac by the toe of her shoe was given, before she swiftly spun around on the heel of the other.

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Callum entered the house quietly, and stealthily climbed the stairs, avoiding the squeaky floorboards. His wife’s clothing was strewn on the landing, indicating she had undressed, or had been undressed, hurriedly while heading towards the bedroom. He stopped and peered through a crack in the door.

Natasha was naked on the bed, her knees and elbows resting on the duvet, and her bum in the air. Eric was also naked, his clothes on the floor. The young man was squatting behind Callum’s flagrant wife, covering her juicy rear end with adoring kisses. Callum watched, burning with jealousy, as Eric showered his affections on Natasha’s pert behind. As Callum watched, Eric parted Natasha’s bum cheeks and nuzzled against the pink opening of her anus.

“You dirty bastard!” she squealed. “Don’t kiss that, kiss my cheeks, you filthy pig!”

Enraged, Callum stormed into the room, grabbed Eric by the throat, dragged him off the bed and hurled him to the floor.

Eric was terrified, in a state of confusion as he lay on the carpet. Natasha was surprised by her spouse’s sudden appearance, but she quickly realised muğla escort what was happening and rolled over.

Callum demanded to know what was going on. Natasha began to answer her angry husband, but he cut her off.

“I’ll deal with you later,” he roared. “First, I’m going to kill him!” He stood over his rival, ready to attack.

Eric cowered on the floor, afraid for his life. “Please, no!” he blubbered. “Don’t hurt me!”

Callum clenched his fists with rage, preparing to launch a vicious assault. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Eric looked too pathetic. Although Callum would have loved to stomp on his face, he couldn’t. Callum punched the wall, denting the plasterboard.

Natasha squealed; she was very excited. Callum hadn’t been this angry in years. He was shouting at Eric to get up and fight him like a man, veins were bulging on his forehead. Eric was in no condition to fight or even stand. He was a gibbering wreck. He watched in horror as Callum pulled the belt out of the loops of his jeans.

“Don’t whip me!” pleaded Eric. “Just ordu escort let me go.”

“I’m not going to whip you,” growled Callum menacingly. “But as you obviously like kissing arses so much, you can kiss mine!”

Eric groaned.

“You heard,” barked Callum. “Come here.”

Natasha licked her lips with anticipation.

“OK,” murmured Eric. “Whatever you say.” He crawled to where Callum was stood. Callum looked down at Eric grovelling on the floor, then turned around, unbuttoned his jeans, and lowered them, baring his muscular bottom in front of Eric’s face.

Callum bent forward, resting his hands on the sofa, then tersely told the other man to stop staring and start kissing. Eric whimpered, but not willing to fight, he saw no other choice. He kissed his opponent’s taut buttocks in turn, planting his soft lips on the coarse skin. Natasha giggled.

Having kissed both cheeks, Eric slumped on the floor. Callum barked at him to keep kissing until he was told to stop. Eric knelt behind Callum, and Callum could feel lips on his buttocks again. osmaniye escort Natasha laughed.

“You know,” the diabolical lady said. “He wasn’t just kissing my cheeks; the filthy pig was kissing my hole as well.”

“Really?” said Callum. “Well, he can kiss mine too.” Bending forward, he spread his cheeks before Eric’s face, baring his hairy crevice, and his wrinkled, brown anus. “Do it,” he snarled.

Eric planted a lingering kiss on the dirty hole, his heart beating hard.

“Keep kissing it,” muttered Callum, straining. A long, wet-sounding fart blew out of Callum’s bum hole against Eric’s lips, making him flinch with disgust. The smell was overpowering. Natasha laughed hysterically.

Things continued like this; Eric kissing Callum’s arse, Callum farting in Eric’s face, and Natasha laughing at both of them. Eric, although sickened and shamed, was glad to avoid a beating. Callum enjoyed humiliating another man, and Natasha was greatly entertained and excited by it all.

Eventually, Callum’s rage and flatulence subsided. He pulled up his jeans and told Eric he had one minute to leave the house. Eric hastily got up, grabbed his clothes and dashed from the room, still naked. He pulled his clothes on at the bottom of the stairs, nervously glancing upwards, then ran out of the door to his car, which was parked outside.

Natasha stood naked at the bedroom window and watched as her lover sped off into the distance.

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Part 1

(MF, PIV, rimming, public)

It’s a lazy Saturday early afternoon in the summer. The day is pleasantly warm, but not too hot. There is a nice breeze blowing on our faces, keeping us dry and cool. Our skin is soaking up the uv rays like a tonic, feeding future freckles.

There is no rush. No place to be. Nothing to worry about. It’s like a high school weekend during summer break. No obligations. No work. No school. Just existing and enjoying the day and each other’s company.

The old, beaten up dingy red car is half in, half out of the garage. The words “wash me” sprawled across the window. We are hanging out in there in the shade between bouts of sunlight. Don’t want to get burnt.

As our other friend takes off around the block to get a haircut and run some errands at the post office, I lift myself up onto the hood of the car, playfully splaying my body across it like a model. I think I look pretty hot in my super short shorts and tank top. Shorts riding slightly up into my ass crack, pleasantly pressing against my labia as I shift on the car.

I roll over onto my stomach, enjoying the warmth of the car on my skin, despite it being covered in dirt, desperately needing a wash, the way most beaten up cars do. But I don’t care.

As I lay there luxuriating in the lazy afternoon, you casually reach over and brush my cheek, fingertip tracing lightly over my ear, down my neck. I shiver, despite being so warm. Turn halfway to look at you.

You lean in close, brush your cheek against mine. A hint of facial hair. The fresh clean smell of your deodorant making me high.

Your hand lingers on my shoulder, hovering, caressing the edge of my back. I hear your breath catch in my ear. I’m not breathing either, caught in a moment of anticipation. But my heart beats a mile a minute, bringing blood to all the delicate areas on my body.

Still, your lips hover over my skin, in no hurry. Taking your time. Just feeling each other. Letting the moment hang there.

Finally your lips brush mine ever so lightly. Not moving, just brushing across. Nuzzling almost. Warm breath on my lips. Noses grazing.

Then the slightest movement, pursing, pressing. I return it with a tiny kiss. Your hand reaches the line in the middle of my back, tracing it.

Then firmer with your lips, feeling mine, pulling them in. Still, slowly.

Your body leans in closer, chest brushing mine as you open your lips ever so slightly to taste me. I open mine further, more insistently, wanting to taste you back. The tip of my tongue grazes your lips. Goosebumps break out, hair stands up. Electric.

Then the still moment ends as our desire grows. Your hand, brushing lightly, reaches my ass, half falling out of the shorts, and squeezes, pulling me into you. My breath, held in anticipation, releases in a tiny moan as you kiss me deeply, more urgently. My hands wrap around your body, feeling your muscles, your curves.

You unconsciously slide onto the hood of the car, the weight on your body resting on mine. Your leg settles between mine, a firm bulge pressing against my thigh through your jeans. I grab your butt and squeeze, pressing it against me, opening my legs to allow your leg to brush my crotch, which is, by now, completely soaked with arousal, lips engorged.

You break free from my mouth to taste my neck, kissing and brushing giresun escort your way down to my chest. I gasp, breathing heavily, as you pull the scoop neck shirt down to kiss the top of my breast, your hands running over the curve of my waist, slipping under my shirt to feel the soft skin there. You peel the shirt down further, revealing my pink, erect nipple. Your lips brush the crinkled areola, sending a shiver of delight through me before your mouth opens again and your tongue gently caresses it, swirling around, lightly sucking.

I grasp your hair, holding your head closer, my own head leaned back in pleasure on the windshield. It briefly occurs to me that somebody walking by might see us, but it feels too good to stop.

Your left hand finally finds its way under my shirt up to the other nipple, and the pleasure doubles. At this point I am aching for you, thrusting my pelvis against your jeans, holding you tight.

But you don’t give me what I want yet. You take your time, even when consumed with desire. You want to savor every inch of me.

You stop a moment to lift my shirt over my head, give my breast one last suckle then kiss and taste your way down my belly, tickling me a bit. You slide down on the hood so you’re lined up with the button of my shorts. Still you kiss downwards until you’re between my legs.

You can smell the sweet musky scent of my arousal. You place your face against my crotch and breathe deeply, enjoying it, like breathing in a fine wine before taking the first sip.

As you kiss the slightly damp mound, your hands fumble at my waistband, struggling to pull my shorts down. I lose patience a bit and unbutton them for you, sliding them off my butt, along with my underwear so that you can tear them away.

As you throw them off to the side somewhere, I pull your shirt up and over your head, then lean in and give you another deep and hungry kiss, pressing my chest against yours, warm and delicious.

You push me back down on the car, kissing me again, then turn your attention to your true desire. Pushing my legs open, you kneel on the garage floor and look at your treat. My pussy is red, puffy and soaking wet. A trail of juices is leaking down already. You catch it with a finger and taste it. Then you lean in and run your tongue from bottom to top over my slit, finally resting your mouth over my clit. Your tongue delicately traces the little nub, running in circles around it. I sigh.

Then you push my legs up, scooting my butt to the edge of the hood, tilting my pelvis. My legs wrap around your head, resting on your shoulders, my thighs securely holding you in place.

Your tongue trails back down my opening , lingering for just a moment before continuing past, teasing the sensitive bit of skin below.

Then you reach your goal: my puckered little asshole. Tracing the crinkles, you taste me, savoring the earthy taste, with a hint of salt and sweat. A slight note of bitterness.

You moan, your tongue going deeper, longing for more. I feel the vibrations and moan in return, creating a symphony of pleasure.

Your hands grasp my buttcheeks, squeezing them, pulling me in to your tongue so you can pierce deeper. I relax, allowing myself to loosen and let you in. I feel you lapping and tasting my most intimate place, clearly enjoying it. yalova escort Your tongue pushes in, filling me. My pussy is a waterfall, and your face is covered in my juices. I want you so badly.

Finally, after quite a long time of savoring my ass, you get up and hastily remove your jeans and boxers. Your hard cock springs free, bobbing in the summer air. I take it in my hand, caressing it. So smooth. So warm. So pleasant.

You pull me in, pressing your entire body against mine, firm and comforting. Full of desire. Pulling yourself on top of me, you push my legs apart again. As you kiss me, you rub the head of your cock back and forth over my slit, teasing me, pleasuring my clit, pressing in just a little bit with each pass. Savoring the moment before the plunge. Making me want you even more.

Then you finally push in, and I gasp, moaning as I feel you stretch and fill me. I work my clit as you start to pick up speed, going just a bit deeper with each thrust. Finally, you’re all the way in, and now you start to fuck me in earnest. I can already feel an orgasm building, as I was so worked up already. I feel the release and convulse underneath you, gasping.

I tell you to stop for a moment to let my overly sensitive clit recover. Still inside me, pulsing, you kiss my lips deeply, enjoying my pleasure.

…

Part 2

(Public, PIV, Scat, anal, rimming)

While we sit there enjoying each other, I feel another fullness besides your cock inside me, moving down. My stomach grumbles and cramps. I let out a little groan.

You hear it and your eyes find mine, questioning. I nod a bit, lust in my eyes. You moan with desire, your cock pulsing inside me.

You trail a hand over the globe of my ass cheek and find my puckered hole. Using my own juices as lube, you push a finger in.

Immediately, you come up against the end of something firm, but slightly malleable. You moan again and I moan with you, feeling you finger my turd. I feel so incredibly full.

You lean down and whisper into my ear: “Shit for me while I fuck you.”

My stomach drops, and my clit aches, so turned on I might explode. I nod vigorously and start to push. You keep your finger there for a moment, swirling around the end of my shit, helping move it along. Then you bring your hand up, smell it and put your finger, ever so slightly brown, in your mouth.

As you taste my shit, you begin to fuck my pussy again. Pushing against the force of your cock proves somewhat difficult, but the effort turns me on so much. I push harder.

“Ahh,” I moan as I feel the tip of the log start to emerge. Almost immediately, another orgasm builds.

“Shit for me,” you whisper roughly, fucking me hard.

I feel the thickest part of the log stretching my hole now as it slithers out onto the hood of the car, some of it getting squished between my asscheeks. The combination of that dirty act and the smell hitting me sends me into an overwhelming, uncontrollable orgasm. I jerk and spasm and moan loudly.

Before you give in and cum, you pull out. Placing yourself where you think my asshole might be, you look into my eyes and plunge through the pile of smooshed shit and into my ass full to the hilt. I gasp, working my clit as furiously as I can, feeling a third orgasm already starting to break. yozgat escort

You pound my ass for a few glorious strokes while I convulse and moan, then cum violently deep into my colon, your cock and my ass completely smeared in shit.

We both collapse in a heap. Your arms wrap around me, and you kiss the corner of my lips with that cute little smile on your face.

Then we both assess the damage.

The garage stinks of shit. The car is plastered. My ass and your crotch are caked. The garage is still fully open. Fortunately, our friend has not returned and no one seems to have noticed anything. However, the house is locked.

You carefully dismount from me and the car, trying not to further our predicament. A true gentleman, you take your shirt and wipe the worst solid chunks off my ass and the car.

Folding it, you use the other side to wipe what you can off your crotch. Then you toss the shirt directly into the garbage can.

There’s still quite a bit of shit on both of us, not to mention the car. We sneak out to the backyard and attempt to hose ourselves off the best we can, freezing in the cold water. But the hose doesn’t reach to the front.

We decide to take the car to the gas station carwash before our friend gets back and discovers the dirty deeds we have performed on it. We’ll say we decided his car was too filthy and needed it (which is true).

We hop in and go around the block. The whole time, I’m wondering if anyone will notice the shit smears on the hood.

Pulling into the automatic car wash, you put the car in neutral and let the track drag it along, a spray of water coating the car as the wipers converge.

The car smells vaguely like shit. Realizing it’s us, we look at each other. The smell is causing another bulge in your pants already. You lean in and kiss me. I can smell and taste the shit on your lips from when you tasted the contents of my ass. It’s kind of hot. I kiss you deeply, breathing faster.

Making a split second decision, you push my head into the back seat. With my ass pointed forward, you pull my shorts down again to my knees. Then you plunge your face into my very shit-smelling ass, fucking my hole with your tongue.

“Oh god,” I say, plunging my own hand into my crotch, finding it soaking wet. I furiously work my clit as I feel your tongue do it’s best to get fully inside my anal cavity.

Then your finger slips into my vagina. Curling them slightly in a “cum hither” motion, you finger fuck me, hitting my g spot hard with each stroke. Gasping, I feel my stomach drop again. You work me faster, harder.

As the carwash hits the rinse cycle, I cum again, unleashing my own deluge of wetness.

I can no longer control my legs well to climb back into the front, so I fall into the back. You climb into the driver’s seat just in time for the carwash to birth us back into reality, the bright sun making us flinch and squint.

You park for a moment, run in and grab a lemon scented car freshener. You pass me a drink and some deodorant and mouthwash as well. So thoughtful.

We drive back, going around a few times with the windows open to try and air out the shit smell. Instead, it smells like lemon shit.

You pull into the driveway, halfway, the way it was when this whole thing started. We get out. I sit on the hood of the car. You recline on the ground next to me.

Just as we get comfortable, our friend returns.

“Hey guys! Hope it wasn’t too boring while I was gone. Hey, did you wash my car? And what happened to your shirt?”

Hiding a smile, I let you handle the explanations and lie back, enjoying the warm, clean hood of the car in summertime, unable and unwilling to move.

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The holidays were supposed to be about buying gifts and having a good time. The problem was that the nerds at her college that Sandra typically bullied had managed to hide from her for the last week.

And so her revenue stream from taking allowances and lunch money (just half of their lunch money, she wasn’t a total monster) had dried up like the snow on the ground.

Broke and it’s a green Christmas, it can’t get much worse, Sandra thought. She kicked the slushy ground as she walked to the park.

She was walking for maybe a minute when she saw a nerd she picked on from time to time. Her name was Casey or something and she came complete with glasses kept together with tape, and pants hiked up past her belly button, bending over by a trash can.

Her butt was facing Sandra. Sandra, a cheerleader and experienced bully, had a lot of ways of picking on the geeks and losers. But wedgies were always her favourite for the way the nerds reacted and how she only had to give the smallest pulls before her targets were reduced to sobbing and blubbering ATMs.

Sometimes it was grody tugging on the underwear of a loser, but Sandra had always been raised with the belief that you had to work for your money. So she sucked up her reluctance and got hold of their gitch and gave a few giant pulls.

This time would be no different. Maybe this nerd would have a few bucks.

Sandra rubbed her hands together. That’s when she spotted a second nerd who was facing away but starting to turn towards her. If she spotted her the two of them might run, and she wasn’t in the mood to run. Even if the holiday season was all about giving, she didn’t need to give a wedgie that bad.

So she leapt forward and before the nerd could stand up Sandra sunk her practiced hands into the nerd’s dark pants. She felt the familiar sensation of old and stretchy cotton before she yanked up hard enough to shock the nerd into what Sandra had started to call “wedgie shock.”

The nerd was paralyzed and trapped in the moments before her mind caught up with the pain and reacted with squeals and squeaks and other noises to display her hurt.

During the wedgie shock, Casey Somethingorother was feeling a mess of emotions. Humiliation and embarrassment over her underwear–a pair of pink Hello Kitty panties that had definitely been stretched before based on how easily they slid up this nerd’s butt–and maybe even a bit of pleasure. Because it was underwear rubbing against you, and if Sandra pulled just right, she could even make the wedgie feel a little good.

“Aiieee!’ Maybe Casey whined. “Not another wedgie! I already got my daily wedgie!”

“Yeah, but not your hourly wedgie,” Sandra said. She chuckled, lowered her arms, bent her knees and jumped into the next pull, lifting the small nerd off her feet and stretching her panties until a few holes appeared over Hello Kitty’s white eyes.

“Cassia!” The other nerd who had been standing nearby watched with wide eyes that didn’t know if they wanted to watch the climbing underwear, her struggling friend, or the blonde bombshell of a bully who looked way more athletic than she was even in her dreams.

Sandra gave Cassia’s (Casey is better, Sandra thought) underwear another tug.

“What’s up nerd?” Sandra said, looking straight at the second nerd. “You want some of this?”

“No mam!” The nerd, who was probably also Sandra’s age, said. She hung her head and sighed.

“Nerds,” Sandra muttered. She gave Casey/Cassia’s underwear another hard tug, and kept the nerd on the tips of her toes, while her taut panties creaked. “Hey loser. How much money do you have?”

“I’m tekirdağ escort broke!” The nerd whined. “I’ve been spending my money on new undies. And the video game The Callisto Pro–“

Sandra yanked the underwear hard enough to cut the loser off.

“Nerd, if I wanted to know your life story I’d give you a journalist wedgie.” Sandra pulled harder on the underwear and dangled the nerd above the ground until her biceps started to feel the burn. It wasn’t as intense as the burn the nerd would be feeling in her crack, but it was enough to know this nerd would have given her money if she had any.

Sandra released the underwear and it drifted back to the top of the nerd’s hiked up pants. Casey pushed her glasses up her nose, which had come askew amid the panty-pulling. And with her nasally voice, she gave a sigh of relief.

“You better run, nerds,” Sandra said. “And don’t pick that wedgie. Unless you want to be hanging on one of these trees.”

The nerds jumped and started running as quickly as they could. Sandra followed behind them and after a few seconds she could hear their voices, fading but still clear.

“Wow, that was a rough wedgie! She totally ruined your undies.”

“I know! But you know what, I’m so strapped for holiday shopping that I almost told her I’d let her wedgie me for money.”

“Too bad she can just wedgie you for free.”

“Yeah,” the nerd said with a pout. She slouched and dragged her feet as she followed her friend.

“Pay for wedgies…” Sandra muttered. She rubbed her head with a finger. Her blonde hair fluttered in the breeze. “I don’t think I can get people to pay me to wedgie them. At least, not in time for the boxing day sales.”

She stomped her way through the park until she saw a crowd of nerds all gathered together. Some of them were caroling, some were just chatting and others were dressed up in Christmas costumes.

These were the kind of nerds Sandra would wedgie any day of the week.

She sighed, but a smile crept onto her chiseled face.

If I can’t get money I can at least have some more fun giving wedgies, she thought.

Then she stopped mid-step.

Wait. I could try and wedgie all these nerds and hope I get lucky and get some with money. Or I give these losers a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. They get to wedgie a bully.

Sure, Sandra had never gotten a wedgie before (except for when her thong rode up on its own) but how hard could any of these nerds actually pull?

I’ll take a few tugs, make bank and I can always get these nerds back later.

Sandra smiled and patted herself on the back.

“I’m an evil bully genius,” she whispered.

She walked towards a group of the nerds dressed in elf costumes, or with reindeer horns on their heads. They all stopped talking as she approached and a few that recognized her started backing away.

“Alright, dorks, listen up!” Sandra yelled. She used her cheerleading voice, which was commanding and carried even to the nerds who were far away. “For one afternoon only you get to give me, the Queen of Wedgies, a wedgie. Five. No ten bucks, buy you one wedgie!”

No one (except herself) had ever called her a wedgie queen, but some of the nerds would know it was true. And even if they had no idea who she was, they were nerds who were picked on and wedgied all their lives. Even the hope of getting to be on the top was enough to draw a few interested people towards her.

“Seriously?” one of them asked. “Only 10 bucks to give you a wedgie?”

‘Only 10!’ I should have asked for more, tokat escort Sandra thought.

“Yeah! Now, who wants in on this?”

And after a moment she yelled out again.

“There’s limited spots available, so get in line quick!”

One of the nerds rushed up to her. It was Cassia/Casey’s friend. A short girl whose head only got to Sandra’s breasts. She had a 10 dollar bill in her hand and a fierce fighter look on her face like she had mustered all her courage to do this.

“I’m avenging Casey’s honor!”

“Whatever nerd,” Sandra muttered. “Let’s get this done. And the line forms behind dorkula here.”

Casey’s nerdy friend deflated at that and Sandra grabbed the cash from her before pocketing it into her tight jean shorts. It was then that Sandra remembered she was wearing a thong–it was better than if it had been laundry day and she was wearing something embarrassing (or worst of all, ew, a pair of granny panties)–but a thong wedgie would probably hurt. Even if the nerds are weak.

Sandra sighed and stuck her butt out for Castle’s friend. The nerd struggled to get her fingers into Sandra’s tight blue jean shorts, but after a moment she managed it and got a loose overhand grip on the underwear.

Sandra looked over her shoulder and shook her head.

Wedgie amateur, she thought. She grinned. Why was I worried? This will be the easiest money I’ve made.

The nerd gave a small pull up, enough to bring Sandra’s red string-like thong into the air. Nerds around them gasped and a few stepped closer to get a better look.

I should have charged an audience fee. Oh shit, she thought.

“Hey, if I see a single camera capturing this I’m giving you all atomics, got it!”

A few yelps and the sound of the phone hitting the ground echoed in the expectant quiet of the crowd as they watched the ritual of the giver and receiver–a tradition as old as wedgies themselves.

Never thought I’d be on this side, but hey, consider it my good deed. I’m giving all these losers a present, getting to see me like this.

But Sandra’s attempts to convince herself weren’t enough to silence the growing feeling of embarrassment that was gnawing at her. A crowd of losers were about to see her panties and some of them would even pull on it. This wasn’t her, she was the strong one. The bully. The one with power. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe there was some other way she could make the money.

“Actually,” Sandra started to say. But before she could stop this, the nerd gave her first real pull, and even though she was a loser, and her grip was wrong and her stance was sloppy and her angle was more bent than a nerd’s back in an atomic wedgie, when the thong surged up her butt, Sandra still felt it. And it hurt.

She yelped and shut her mouth before any other signs of weakness could escape. The red thong climbed up her back, thinning into a sharp-angled triangle that all the nerds could see. The losers started to laugh, point and a few even started yelling.

“Wow, she was serious! We actually get to give her a wedgie!”

“Look at that thong, it’s already getting near her shoulderblades.”

“I’m so next!”

“Argh,” Sandra grumbled. Her hands tightened into fists and she groaned, lifting her head up the sky as the thong bit into her like a shovel into a mound of snow. She was blushing and trying to turn her face so no nerd could see how much discomfort she was feeling, but they started to circle around her. And while none of them had cameras or phones out to record, as far as Sandra could tell, she knew they’d trabzon escort all remember this.

The nerd let go of the underwear and the wedgie, which lasted only a few seconds, but which felt much longer to Sandra and her formerly wedgie virgin butt, ended. Acting on instinct, Sandra went to pick the wedgie–while Casa (or whatever her name was) and her friend reunited. They kissed and started walking away, hand in hand.

Sandra was about to fix her wedgie when another nerd, this one dressed in a full-on reindeer costume (not just the antler hat, but a complete body costume) jumped behind her.

“No need to pick that madam!” The reindeer nerd had 10 bucks in their hand and was waving it towards her. “I would like to take advantage of this serendipitous proposition.”

“Nerds,” Sandra muttered with a shake of her head. She hung her head low and waited as the reindeer/nerd took hold of her stretched out thong and gave an even harder pull than the first one.

Sandra threw her hand over her mouth and held back a squeal. The nerd gave a few sharp yanks up, without any of the technique that Sandra had practiced, but they didn’t need finesse to give hard pulls.

“You nerds have a lot of anger,” Sandra managed to say between the pulls that made her thong creak and also stole her breath.

“All the wedgies madam, they trigger us mam!” The reindeer-dressed nerd answered with a dutiful and helpful tone.

Sandra was preparing an insult when they gave the hardest pull yet, tugging from the top of the waistband with enough power that the red fabric tensed into a hard wire.

She was feeling the wedgie shock, the pain, humiliation (compounded by the fact she had a reputation as a popular person) and even a weird sort of pleasure as the thong rubbed her. It was terrible to be seen and laughed at like this. But she had to work for her money.

“OK, next next,” Sandra mumbled. She was trying not to squeal, but it was hard as she realized she gave lots of wedgies, but had no tolerance for receiving them. This had to be the most painful money she had ever made.

A line of nerds took turns on her underwear and it wasn’t until one nerd managed to rip her already ruined thong–which was now at least three sizes larger than it was when she first put it on this morning–that Sandra was able to take a breath.

“Alright, that’s it,” she yelled. She let out a sigh. Her butt was burning, and her embarrassment had peaked at like wedgie number six, and hadn’t gone away. She lost track of how many nerds had given her thong a pull, but her pockets full of bills helped soften her aching ass and ego.

I’m getting all of them back, way worse than they got me.

Sandra tore herself away from the nerds who were still standing nearby. She gave her best intimidating bully look at a small group of nerds who seemed like they wanted to keep pulling on her ripped thong. Even though she was still blushing and looked rugged, the nerds quickly backed off.

But a few more were creeping towards her. She swallowed and shook her head.

If they all rush me, I don’t think I can take them all, Sandra thought. Not before some of them grab the remains of my underwear.

That’s when she felt something cold touch her nose and a few of the nerds started muttering among themselves. Sandra looked around and saw some of them were starting to turn their heads to the clouds.

Sandra looked up and after a moment they were all looking up and watching the first specks of white falling from the sky. The nerds ran off, forgetting about Sandra and going about whatever holiday plans they had.

It’s snowing, Sandra thought. She was still looking up as the flakes fell on her, and the chill air was just right for cooling her fiery butt and cheeks. Just in time for Christmas.

She smiled.

I have money, snow. This holiday might not be a total disaster.

Now I just have to plan how to make some more money for New Year’s.

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W.S.E.W Cin Slam Pt. 02

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After a five-minute intermission, the show was ready to continue with its second match. Being appeased with their amateur hour, the audience was ready to see two professionals fight it out. The first one to come out to a cheery pop song, and wearing a black one-piece teddy and pantyhose in the shape of a playboy bunny suit (with matching ears) was Nicole ‘Bunny’ Sylver. She was a relatively new wrestler, but already gained recognition for winning 4 of her 5 matches. The fans immediately fell for her due to her wavy long blonde hair, ample 38D chest, and long shapely legs. Truth be told, the looks were the only thing she’d have going for her. Despite her victories, Nicole was still green when it came to wrestling. Her victories were won because of her unique hit and run style that involved her ducking in and out of the ring and using her natural speed to blindside opponents.

Her only loss so far was her match two weeks ago against Peta Sunhawk. The native American woman grabbed a hold of Nicole and put her in a camel clutch until she tapped out. She then spent the next thirty minutes stripping, whipping, and violating Nicole until Both her ass and pussy are red and sore, and her makeup was a smeared from tears and cum. She left Nicole tied up in the ring by her own torn suit and kicked her tomahawk so far up her ass that she passed out.

After that, Nicole swore she would get better and make Peta pay for her humiliating defeat. Tonight though, she had other things to focus on; like surviving her opponent.

As soon as Nicole got into the ring, a roar of an animal burst through the speakers followed by a woman’s scream that made Nicole’s heart race in her chest. Black metal started to play and the lights strobed between white and red as her opponent entered the arena.

Gan Naiman, commonly referred to as “The Monster”, was arguably the largest and most physically strong wrestler of the W.S.E.W roster. 3rd generation Mongolian-American, Gan towered over all the other women at a terrifying 6’10”. Her appearance increased her intimidation, as she had long jet -black hair that she let dangle around her face. She also painted her face with black lipstick and eyeshadow and wore a black two-piece panties and bra that held in her 32C’s. She was also quite muscular; however, it was the kind of muscle frame that’s similar to the comic book hero, She-Hulk: incredibly built, but in a feminine and attractive way.

Outside of the ring, Gan was quite the party girl and known for buying a round or two at bars. Inside, however, she was vicious and vented any and all pent-up stress and emotions out on her opponents. She eyed Nicole like a price of meat, thinking of all the things she planned on doing to the poor blonde. In truth, Gan was looking forward to this match as she found Nicole to be quite hot. She wanted to get a taste of that bunny’s little cottontail, and she made sure she would get it.

Gan entered the ring and raised her arms and roared to a mixture of boos and cheers. She turned to the referee and he nodded before signaling the stage crew. From above, a steel cage descended over the ring. Nicole had no clue that Gan worked this deal with Paul a week ago. Though he couldn’t be there, he knew that such a twist would make for a fun match. As soon as the cage was completely down, Nicole heard a faint humming in the air. The referee pulled a lock from his pocket. Nicole expected him to lock the door to the cage with it, but instead he threw it. The lock produced a shower of sparks the second it touched the cage and dropped to the floor while emanating smoke. The cage was electrified.

Nicole’s face went pale as she looked back at her grinning opponent. There was nowhere to run, and no one who could help her. She’d either have to come up with a new strategy to win or she would be destroyed.

The bell rang and Gan charged at Nicole with a clothesline. Nicole ducked just in time and barely dodged the second swing, but not the third. Gan’s fist collided with Nicole’s gut, blowing the wind out of her. While she was doubled over, Gan followed it up with a double axe handle blow to her back, and slamming Nicole to the mat. Even when she was down, the monster wouldn’t let up, sending a barrage of kicks to Nicoles back and grinding the heel of her boot causing the little Bunny to cry out in pain.

Getting excited, Gan dropped her whole body onto Nicoles back and then bent her arms and head back to a camel clutch. “I hear this is your new favorite move.” Gan said, taking the time to grope and twist one of Nicoles exposed nipples. “I hope so; I want to hear you scream in pain before I have you scream in pleasure.” Nicole took advantage of Gan’s distraction and whipped her head back smashing it into her face. Gan fell off of Nicole, who desperately reached for the ropes and pulled herself up. She turned in time to see Gan charging at her for another clothesline that would have knocked her out of the ring.

More instinct than skill, Nicole crouched down just before the blow zonguldak escort and then used Gan’s own momentum to send her flipping out of the ring and colliding with the electrified cage. The flash of sparks and light that came from her body drowned out the scream that came from Gan as she hit the cage and then the ground. Her body only twitched slightly as she lay face-down on the solid concrete. Nicole looked down at her opponent and couldn’t help but laugh. She just got the luckiest break of her career, and she was going to ride it.

Rolling out of the ring, Nicole leaned over and slapped Gan’s head a few times until she stirred. Once she did, Nicole kicked her in the face hard, causing the giant women’s body to flop back down. She then grabbed her by her hair and dragged her to the nearest post. With a glint of malice, she took Gan’s head and smacked it against the pole 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 times. Already, Gans face was red from the blows and it was clear she’d have her share of bruises come next morning.

Nicole let go of Gan’s head on the last impact, and the large woman slid town the pole and onto her stomach again. Kicking her legs apart, Nicole took a running start and then kicked Gan right in her pussy. Gan instantly shot up from the pain, screaming. She was on all fours trying to scramble up to her feet when Nicole sent another devastating blow to her crotch. Gan rolled over to her side in a fetal position, crying and clutching her damaged womanhood. Everyone in the audience couldn’t believe what they were seeing. The monster was being beaten by a tiny woman.

Nicole grabbed Gan by the hair and pulled her up to her knees, bringing both of them almost eye to eye. Raising her other fist, she smiled as she shouted “Time to slay myself a monster!” before bringing the fist down again and again on Gan’s face and chest. Still in pain, Gan could do nothing as the tiny girl assailed her. He body twitched with each blow as her arms remained at her sides like a lifeless doll.

Nicole then lifted up Gan (which took an incredible amount of her strength), and tucked her head under her arm dropping her into a DDT straight on the mat that knocked her out. Nicole got up and did a victory pose over her opponent. With her out cold, she once again exerted as much of her strength as possible and pushed Gan back into the ring. She then climbed the ring post and raised her hands in victory, as she prepared to do a modified frog splash, she named the Bunny Bounce.

Unfortunately, Gan was not as out of it as Nicole had thought. She took too long struggling to push the larger woman into the ring, and Gan started to regain consciousness as she laid out on the mat. Seeing Nicole leap into the air, Gan did the only thing she could and raised her knees up over her stomach. Nicole collided with the knees with an impact so hard, she thought her stomach had been lodged up inside of her throat.

The blonde was now on the mat beside her opponent, clutching her stomach and crying out from the pain. The ref began a 10 count as both fighters now had to struggle to get back on their feet. Nicole was still the less hurt of the two and was on both legs while Gan still kneeled on one. Infuriated, Nicole sent a kick to Gan’s side that almost toppled the larger woman. She went in for a second kick, which was a mistake. Gan grabbed Nicoles leg as she swung and immediately sent an uppercut right into the blonde’s crotch. Nicole’s eyes grew wide from shock and pain as her gaping mouth only let out simple rasps. Finally getting her balance, Gan capitalized her attack by picking up Nicole and driving her crotch into a devastating bronco buster. Nicole fell on the floor and flopped as she tearfully grabbed her pussy. Gan found it satisfying to pay Nicole back for her own damaged crotch.

With one hand, Gan lifted Nicole off the mat by her hair and then threw her to the nearest ring. She then grabbed another handful of the long blonde strands as she drove Nicoles face right into the turnbuckle. She then dragged the screaming bunny to the next turnbuckle and repeated the process. She dragged poor Nicole around the ring, slamming her head into each post. By the final one, Nicole was crying and pleading for Gan to stop. Gan replied by slamming her head multiple times into the last buckle. She then gave a dazed and staggering Nicole and deep kiss before flooring her with a short-arm lariat.

Gan quickly scrambled into a pin and the ref begins to count, 1, ,2… out of nowhere, Nicole lifts one of her shoulders off the matt. Gan snarls as she raises her arms for another axe handle blow. Nicole rolls out of the way in time and brings her other arm around to clock Gan in the face with her fist. Gan is on her side, trying to make sense of what happened when Nicole goes berserk and grabs her neck. She begins to choke Gan who tries to punch her off, but the bunny uses her smaller frame and bobs out of the way. Each punch either misses or grazes while Nicole fethiye escort begins to slam the back of Gans head on the mat. She keeps slamming and chocking until Gan stops swinging her fists and tries instead to pull Nicole off. This is when Nicole switches things up and begins to punch Gan’s face repeatedly, aiming for the spots already damaged from smashing her face against the pole. Gan is in a panic as she brings her hands up to guard from the busty girls’ ferocity.

Nicole finishes things up by lifting her legs high up into the air (almost doing a handstand) and driving both of them into Gan’s massive tits. As Gan tries to cover her chest, Nicole sends a blow square into her face that leaves her dazed and defenseless against a second serving of knees to the chest. The larger woman coughs and gags as her breasts throb from the impacts. While she regained her breath, Nicole capitalized by performing a dead man legdrop right onto her head.

Gan’s head bounced off the mat and she barely said a word as her eyes spun in her head. Nicole was ready to win this thing, but she didn’t want to take any chances. Dragging Gan to the nearest post, she begins to ascend the ring once more for a second chance at her Bunny Bounce. This time, when she leapt off the top rope, there was no obstruction as her chest collided with Gans. She rolled over in pain for a moment, not expecting that hitting the larger women’s chest would feel like hitting a log, but quickly scooped up Gans leg for a pin.

Once again, the ref started to count 1, 2… this time, Gan was the one to kick out, sending seething anger through Nicole. She had hit her with her strongest move, and she still wouldn’t go down. If the larger woman wanted to do things the hard way, then Nicole would oblige.

Rolling out of the ring, Nicole ducked under the ring tarp for several moments before reemerging with a flat-head hammer. With a wicked grin, she felt confident that this will do the trick. Along with low blows, the league had no rules against using weapons during the match (even though there could still be disqualification for interference). Paul thought it added a flair to the events, and Nicole couldn’t be happier about that decision. She was going to take this hammer and bash Gans pelvis to dust if need be.

She turned to re-enter the ring, but was blown back by a sliding kick from a recovered Gan. Nicole flew back into the cage and got a taste of the electricity as it coursed through her and sent her nerves on fire. She fell to the floor twitching and drooling. she could barely see out of the corner of her eye as Gan slid out of the ring and grabbed her by the hair. Lifting her up, Gan mercilessly shoved Nicole back onto the fence. Her body convulsed and twitched as all the electricity continued to run through her body. At some point, she pissed her pants in fear as Gan smiled the entire time. After a moment of electric torture, the Mongolian amazon pulled Nicole off the cage and tossed her paralyzed body back into the ring.

Crawling back in behind her, Gan scooped Nicole up and half walked/ half carried her to the ring post. Sending two blows to her gut for good measure, Gan lifted Nicole into the air and slammed her body onto the top ringpost. Nicole leaned on the very top of the post, her legs dangling inches off the ground.

Gan began to climb the outside half of the post until she was over Nicole. Lifting her up with both hands, she tucked the blondes head between her legs and readied her for her own finisher, the Monster Slam. Without any hint of hesitation, Gan lifted Nicole until her legs were over her shoulders and her crotch was in her face. She enjoyed the pungent smell of the blonde’s pussy before doing a deadfall forwards dragging Nicole into a vicious top rope powerbomb.

Nicole hit the mat with a devastating bang, and her eyes went completely blank as she reeled from the pain. Gan snaked her way up Nicoles body, pressing her chest against Nicoles and taking a nice grasp of her crotch before giving her a French kiss. The ref slid to the side and began the count: 1…2…3! The bell rung as Gan continued to kiss and fondle Nicole. She had won the match, and didn’t believe there was any reason to prolong her reward.

With a sharp yank, Gan ripped off Nicole’s outfit and tossed it aside. She took a second to admire the blondes slim and luscious figure. Then she jammed three fingers right into her pussy bringing a deep groan from Nicole. She moaned and squirmed as the Mongolian Amazon worked her body to an orgasm. Han removed her fingers and locked them slowly, savoring the taste.

She grabbed Nicole by the hair and forced her to a sitting position, legs still spread. She stripped down and shoved her trimmed pussy into the blondes face. “Eat me. ” She said in a husky demanding voice. Nicole hesitated , so Gan sent a few hard kicks to her cunt. Nicole screamed with each blow and started to sob before Gan stopped. Once more she alanya escort demanded the blonde eat her out. This time, Nicole complied giving only a whimper as she started to lick Gan’s pussy.

Gan smiled and moaned as Nicole’s tongue slid inside of her and her nose brushed against her clit. It was a pleasurable experience, but not enough for the Mongolian. Grabbing Nicole’s hair, Gan pushed her hard into her pussy, forcing the blondes face deep into her snatch. Nicole’s eyes went wide as she tried to breathe. Gan did not let go of her, slamming her face harder and harder into her pussy. Moaning, Gan finally orgasmed from the pleasure, gushing a large amount of cum directly into Nicole’s face and mouth.

Panting, Gan pulled Nicole off her pussy to see the damage. Nicole’s was in a daze. Her hair matted to her head with cum, and her mouth agape while a vacant look on her face. Her. Arms dangled at her sides and she panted heavily. She was a total wreck.

Gan was not finished though. She let go of Nicole’s hair and the blonde collapsed in a heap at her feet. She couldn’t help but laughing. She was having too much fun.

Walking over to the corner, Gan rummaged into her duffel bag of victory goods until she pulled out some rope and a spiked paddle. Taking the rope, Gan hogties Nicole and positions her rear end high in the air. “I heard you also like to get spanked.” Gan said smiling as Nicole’s eyes grew wide. Before she could say anything, Gan took the paddle and slammed it hard into Nicole’s ass. Nicole screamed in agony as the tiny spikes buried themselves deep into her flesh, almost Breaking it.

Gan repeated this several more times, pausing now and then to enjoy her victims whimpering and take time licking her gushing pussy. She continued this for a good two minutes, fingering her asshole as well until Nicole finally cums. Gan lapped up the sweet juices, moaning in ecstasy.

Nicole’s body went limp and fell to the side. Her lower half twitched as she sniffled and sobbed. It was too much for Gan. She had to take her further. Trembling with excitement, Gan untied Nicole and let her lay there curled up in a ball as she went back into her bag. Nicole finally looked in her direction and her eyes went even wider in horror. Around Gans waist was the largest and thickest fake cock she had ever seen. It had to have been as big as a horses.

“See you’ve noticed my friend ‘Big Ben’.” Gan said smiling. “He has just been dying to meet you.” Nicole’s mind raced in a panic. She couldn’t mean to use that on her. She would never survive!

Desperate, Nicole tried to crawl out of the ring and away from that monster, but Gan grabbed her legs and dragged the screaming beauty back to the center of the ring. Using one foot, she forced Nicole’s head to the mat and teased her ass with the strap-on. She pushed the tip in bringing a squeal out if the blonde as well as blubbering pleads to stop. But Gan wouldn’t stop now. It was getting good.

With a single hard thrust, Gan forced the whole cock into her ass. Nicole’s face twisted into a silent scream. Tears streamed down her face as Gan thrusts harder and harder into her ass. She grabbed Nicole’s hair and forced her onto all fours. Nicole barely had the strength, but the pain of having her hair pulled was almost as bad as the dick that was splitting her in half. Grunting, she then stood up, forcing Nicole to do the same. She forced the blonde to walk around the ring while she continued to fuck her.

Gan then grabs both of her legs and lifts her up, bouncing her up and down on the strap-on while exposing her glistening pussy to a cheering crowd. She continued for several minutes, teasing her pussy with her fingers until Nicole finally came once more.

Nicole was so exhausted that she slumped over, dangling in Gan’s arms. She wanted it to end. She even prayed for it to be over. But it wasn’t. Gan wanted one more orgasm before she left. And she wanted her victims to experience it with her.

Gently, Gan placed Nicole on her back on the mat and lifted her legs. Spreading the blondes legs, she stepped in between then and undid the strap on exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. She then pressed it against the blondes. She then proceeded to grind their pussies together resulting in a weak moan from Nicole.

“Mmmm fuck yes!” Gan shouted as she almost bounced up and down on Nicole’s crotch. “Oh gods, your pussy is amazing. Make me cum, you little whore!”

Gan continued to rub their clits together roughly, moaning and slapping the blondes ass several times. Moments later, to the hooting and chanting of an excited crowd, Gan orgasmed hard while shrieking. Gingerly stepping out from between her legs, Gan smirked and shoved her fingers into Nicole’s pussy, rubbing and thrusting until Nicole finally cums one last time. The juices squirted like water from a fountain and splattered all over the blondes face.

Finally content, Gan dropped Nicole’s legs that landed on the mat with a wet splat. Regaining her balance, the Mongolian looked down at the ruined blonde and smiled “That was great, hun.” She said leaning over to part Nicole’s wet hair and plant a big kiss on the lips. “Let me know if you ever want a rematch. I would love to fuck you silly again.” And with that, Gan left Nicole in the ring slipping in and out of consciousness and silently vowing payback.

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