The Year of the Cat Ch. 15

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Matt’s eyes opened upon his final day at home. Tomorrow morning, at this time, a plane would bearing him away to Japan for three months.

He turned his head to look down at Janice, who was still asleep in his arms. A peaceful smile graced her countenance amid her slumber. Matt gently moved a blonde curl aside to look upon her beautiful face.

“God, you’re gorgeous!” he marveled, silently. “It’s going to hurt to say ‘goodbye’ to you, baby …” Matt sighed. “Finally… I finally get to experience the bliss that I’ve been seeking my whole life… only for it to be whisked away after a brief taste… maybe forever.”

Janice stirred in her sleep. She murmured a response to someone in her dream.

An alarm from Janice’s bedside table clock startled the two from slumber and reverie.

“Shuuuussssh!” Janice moaned, slapping her alarm clock into silence. “Oh baby, I don’t wanna!”

Matt wrapped his arms tightly around her. “Staaaay!” he whispered, like a ghostly conscience.

Janice giggled. “Mmm! Don’t tempt me!”

Janice looked up into Matt’s smiling face. The two kissed tenderly. “Hey, Morning Breath!” Janice giggled.

“Hey, Froze Toes!” Matt chuckled in response.

“Are they cold?!” Janice laughed, wriggling under the bedsheet to tickle Matt’s legs with her chilled feet. “Warm ’em up for me! Here, let me put ’em against your toasty balls!”

“Oh god! Don’t you dare!” Matt squirmed away, laughing.

The two emerged from bed. Matt had had these last two days off from work to pack his bags and finalize any last minute tasks before leaving the country, so he was able to casually prepared a pot of coffee and go about gathering supplies to whip up a quick breakfast for Janice before she left for her own job.

Janice showered and dressed in the meantime. Applying make up in the mirror, she couldn’t help smiling at her reflection. She could feel a wellspring of energy bubbling within her. “I haven’t felt this good in SO long!” she mused to herself. “Enjoy it, girl!” she breathed deeply. “…because tomorrow…”

Janice gripped her makeup brush tightly. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

“Don’t go there today…” she spoke out loud to herself. “Just… hold on a little longer.”

Janice emerged from her room, dressed and ready, to find a delicious plate of eggs, toast and bacon laid upon the table, waiting fo be enjoyed.

“Bon appetite!” said Matt, setting down two glasses of orange juice.

“Oh my god, baby!” Janice gasped. “You make me feel like a Queen!”

“Well…” Matt hesitated to continue. “I… I’m not gonna get to do this for-“

“Hey!” Janice interjected, interrupting Matt. “…sorry- I- I don’t want to think about that today.”

Matt sighed in relief. “Good. Neither do I!”

The two enjoyed their breakfast, albeit a bit hurriedly in Janice’s case.

After her plate was cleared, Matt cleaned the dishes while Janice brushed her teeth.

She kissed Matt, long and deeply before exiting the apartment. “See you this evening, lover!”

“Mmmm! Have a great day, beautiful!”

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On her arrival to work, Janice sang to herself as she flitted about her cubicle, preparing her daily workload to accomplish.

Nothing interrupted Janice’s good mood that day. Her senses seemed sharper than normal, allowing her a keen focus level. Her Outbox was soon stuffed with completed reports. When Janice’s paycheck was delivered to her desk, she was delighted to find a generous year-end bonus included. As if that wasn’t enough, at lunch, they were serving her favorite entree.

Janice’s face bore an involuntary smile as she strode towards her seated friend, tray in hand.

“Well, lookit you!” Kendra cooed as Janice plopped down on her chair across from her. “I bet we could turn off the lights in here and you’d be glowing!”

“Pretty much!” Janice giggled.

“Mmm!” Kendra grinned. “So… I see you got through the hard part, huh?”

Janice leaned forward with a smile. “All night long!”

Kendra squealed with excitement. “You go, girl!” She stopped suddenly, concerned. “Ooo… anything new with ‘you know who’?”

“Yeah… I told him I wanted a break… and he basically told me to go to hell, so…”

“So, all’s fair to get yo freak on!” Kendra raised her glass to toast with Janice.

The two toasted, giggling. “Speaking of taking breaks…” said Janice. “you should take a break from your house work tonight and come over.”

“One last go, eh?” Kendra pondered. “I like that idea. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking about it.”

“Nice! That way, we could all go together to the airport… in the… morni-” Janice spoke, feeling her heart hollow once again as the words left her mouth. Her eyes lowered to the table, distracted.

Kendra picked up on her friend’s distress immediately. She reached over and took Janice’s hand. “I got you, boo.” Kendra said, looking at her sympathetically. kırklareli escort

Janice blinked the moisture away from her eyes. “Thank you.”

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Matt spent the day anxiously going over mental checklists of items he might need for his trip. His brain was swirling in a mix of excitement to experience new horizons and sorrow at the thought of leaving Janice alone. Focusing on the immediate task of packing proved to be difficult. At long last, however, as the sun was casting evening hues across the sky, Matt’s suitcases stood neatly by the bedroom doorway, packed and ready.

Just then, Matt heard the front door open. “Guess who’s here?!?” Janice’s voice announce.

Peeking his head out of his doorway, Matt saw Kendra following Janice into the dining room.

“Heeey, Kendra!” Matt exclaimed. She grinned, gleefully. Her bosom bounced in intentional bombast as she jogged towards him. They met in the center of living room. Kendra’s breasts crashed into Matt’s chest as they embraced.

“Hey, Sexy Man!” Kendra cooed, giving Matt a tender kiss.

Janice leaned in for her own greeting kiss. “Hey, baby.” she breathed, pressing her lips to his. “Have a productive day?”

“Yep! I’m all ready for-” Matt stopped his sentence, watching Janice’s eyebrows twitch. “I’m… ready for a great evening with you two!”

Janice’s features seemed to soften as a smile spread across her lips. “Me too!!” she giggled, happily. “Let’s party!”

“C’mon, girl!” said Kendra, grabbing Janice’s arm, dragging her towards her bedroom. “We need to go get changed.”

“Hold on a second!” Janice said, giving Matt a glinting smile. “Baby? How would you like to pick out something for us to wear tonight?”

Matt fidgeted with his long sleeves, anxious. “S-sure!”

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The three stood, looking down into Janice’s open dresser drawer full of her comfy clothes.

Kendra was laughing at what Matt’s shaking finger was pointing towards. “I knew it! I knew you were gonna pick out something like that! You lil’ perv, you!” she cackled.

Matt blushed through his grin.

“J-Cup?!” exclaimed Kendra, holding up the chosen garment. “Why have you held on to these for so long?! Girl, you know you’re never fitting in them again!”

Janice smiled, turning pink. “It’s a side effect of being raised up without a lot of money… you don’t wanna throw away anything, you know?”

“Word.” Kendra sighed. “Well… you’re gonna help get this thing on me and YOU…” Kendra motioned to Matt. “Go on and git! We’ll see you in a minute.”

Matt quickly exited Janice’s room, closing the door behind him. Procuring glasses and bottles, Matt mixed three cocktails. As he poured the liquid from the shaker, he could hear both of the girls in Janice’s room laughing loudly.

“Drinks are up!” Matt called out.

“We’ll be out in a second!” he heard Kendra’s voice response behind the closed door.

Matt fidgeted aimlessly about the kitchen, anxiously awaiting the sound of the doorknob.

“Oh, Maaaatty~~!” came Janice’s sing song lilt as the two finally entered the room a few minutes later. The two ladies were in a giggling fit, each wearing a long robe.

“Wait ’til you see this!” Kendra laughed, untying the knot at her front. “I can’t believe we did it!”

“Wait!” Janice exclaimed through her laughter. “On ‘three’… Ready?”

Kendra nodded, smiling wide.

Matt gripped his seat back in anticipation. His eyes wide with boyish expectation.

“one… Two… THREE!!”

The women’s robes fell away and Matt beheld the miracles beneath. Two multicolored string bikinis, against all odds, were desperately clinging to the women’s bodies. The two swimsuit tops’ intended use looked as though they might have comfortably contained a C cup sized pair of breasts, at most. The struggle that the poor garments endured against the women’s surging breast masses was valiant, but seemed doomed by every movement they performed. Their bikini tops’ meager coverage ability rendered them more like patches rather than actual, wearable swimsuits. The bottoms they wore were minuscule elastic strips tied with dangling strings at the hips. Billowing swaths of soft breast skin pressed against the shoestring thin straps, creating huge, luscious bisecting bulges of soft skin from the sides and bottoms. The triangles of the bikinis themselves only barely covered the women’s areolas, whose thick, erect nipples presented themselves, eagerly within. The surging cleavage created by constricting strings burst forward in bulbous wonder.

The girls bounced and jiggled, laughing with each other over their obscene appearance. Their gigantic, rolling breast mass surged ridiculously in all directions with their playful pokes at each other.

“What do you think, Perv Griffin?” Kendra smiled at Matt’s stunned grin.

“Fuck yeah!” Matt breathed. To him, their appearance now seemed sexier than if afyon escort they were completely nude.

“Mmm!” Janice exclaimed, eyeing the bulge forming in Matt’s shorts. “Looks like Mr. Perfect approves too!” With a seductive smile, she brought her upper arms together, creating a twin ballooning of gorgeous, supple skin. Bringing her forearms beneath her bust, she then lifted her enormous tits up, crowding her chin in soft breast flesh. Janice’s beautiful nipples slid out of her meager top and presented themselves before Matt’s eager eyes. He stepped forward, licking his lips.

“Easy, tiger!” Kendra chuckled, reaching for her glass. “The night is young. Let’s drink!”

The three chose their cocktail and raised their glasses to salute the evening.

Matt’s boner was flexing involuntarily against his pant leg, breathlessly watching four gorgeous breasts and their constant struggle to remain contained.

“Here’s to that big ol’ dick!” Kendra exclaimed to Matt, laughing. “Godzilla better watch his ass with you over there!”

Matt and Janice laughed before clinking their glasses together and drinking. Kendra sidled close to Matt, rubbing her soft ass the protruding bulge in his shorts.

“I was going to order some food for us…” said Janice, stepping closer to Matt. Her eyes were fixed on Matt’s dick being teased by Kendra’s hand. “… but, all I wanna do is get you naked!”

“Well then!” Kendra chuckled “…shall we?” Janice and Kendra gave each other a silent nod and gently took Matt by the hands, leading him towards Janice’s bedroom with a smile.

The women walked Matt to the middle of the bedroom and quietly began undressing him.

“Lay down right here… on your back, baby.” Janice cooed in Matt’s ear once he clothes were laying in a pile on the floor.

Matt chuckled, slightly cautious, as he took a prone position on Janice’s bed. “Uhhh… are you two gon-“

“Quiet!” Kendra said in a surprisingly stern tone. “Raise your arms over your head.”

Matt blinked in slight shock, instinctively following her instructions with haste. Kendra climbed on top of Matt, straddling his chest.

It was only then that Matt noticed the silk strap of her robe still draped from her fingers.

He watched her lean forward and begin tying a loose knot around his wrist, securing it to Janice’s brass bedpost. Her colossal brown jugs dangled inches from Matt’s eager lips. The meager cradling that her micro bikini top provided only managed to emphasize the cascading bulges pouring forth.

“What’s your safe word?” Kendra asked, as she continued to tie Matt’s other wrist to the opposite bedpost.

“Uhh… I haven’t ever needed one!” Matt said, nervously.

“I know!…” exclaimed Janice, holding Matt’s ankle and wrapping her robe strap around the corner post. “How about ‘Sassafras’?”

Kendra scrunched her nose. “Naw. No good. Sound too much like ‘Slap my ass’… It’s gotta be something that isn’t gonna be accidentally said while you’re in the middle of sex’.”

“How about ‘Pickle Juice’?” Matt offered.

“Eww. Gross…” said Kendra, climbing down from the bed. “Perfect!”

Matt’s eyes were wide, darting back and forth to Janice and Kendra as they approached him quietly from either side of the bed.

“There!” Kendra giggled to Janice. “He ain’t goin’ nowhere now!”

Janice laughed in comic malevolence. “Oh boy! No, he sure isn’t!” She bent forward and flicked Matt’s nipple lightly with her tongue. “Don’t worry, baby.” she cooed to Matt. “Your job will find someone else… eventually. I promise, I’ll take excellent care of you!”

Matt gave her a comic nervous chuckle, half hoping she wasn’t joking.

Janice moved forward and brought her massive breasts to his head, dragging their weight up his chest to his neck and chin. She leaned closer, allowing her giant tits to balloon over his entire face.

“Mmmph!” Matt whimpered joyfully beneath the heavy softness.

Kendra was also bent forward, teasing Matt’s hopping cock with her full lips, placing light kisses on his frenulum.

Janice guided her leg over Matt’s torso, straddling his chest. Her extraordinarily huge tits projected out over his head. Her under boobs being gorgeously pressed out of the bottom of her brave bikini. Suddenly, Matt saw two dark skinned hands come forward and began massaging Janice’s sumptuous breasts. He watched, drooling, as Kendra’s delicate fingers dipped beneath the shoestring straps of Janice’s bikini top and slide down, outstretching under the cloth triangles. Janice moaned feeling her breasts being sensually fondled out of her tiny swim wear.

Matt could feel Janice inching forward on her knees towards his chin. He was ecstatically helpless as he watched her g-string bikini bottom covered pussy raised over his face. The tiny strip of elastic cloth barely covering Janice’s vagina drooped low when her fingers tugged the knot loose on her hip, allowing the bottom to amasya escort peel away, revealing her sopping wet pussy in full, nude splendor before Matt’s eyes.

He raised his head, extending his tongue and dragged it up her pink opening. Janice gasped aloud, losing the ability to balance above Matt and collapsed upon his open mouth.

Their lips met. “Oh my god!!” Janice cried. She began quivering when she felt Matt’s tongue manipulating her clitoris.

Kendra stood to her feet behind Janice. She bent over and gently lifted Janice’s giant left tit with both hands. Perching her chin on Janice’s shoulder, Kendra could easily suck her pink nipple from behind Janice’s back.

Janice sought out Kendra’s lips to kiss while Matt continued to suck her clitoris below.

He twirled her sensitive nub with his tongue while gravity and suction pulled. She responded by screaming in joyous rapture to the incredible orgasm that boomed through her, barely able to keep herself upright.

“OH FUCK!” Janice breathed deeply. She was teetering from the force of her climax.

“Come here, honey.” Kendra said guiding Janice back towards Matt’s glistening cock. “I wanna watch his big fat dick slide into your pretty pussy!”

“Ooo! Yes! Give it to me!” Janice exclaimed, hovering her open twat over Matt’s engorged phallus. “I love this dick so fucking much!”

Kendra lifted Matt’s penis by the shaft and guided his mushroom head between Janice’s spread labia.

All three moaned simultaneously in pleasure as Matt’s thick penis pushed it’s way into the midst of Janice’s pink tightness. Kendra couldn’t take her eyes off of Matt’s veined shaft slowly disappearing into Janice’s vagina, inch by swollen inch.

Janice was stunned to a stillness, leaned backwards, supporting herself with her arms, when Matt started pumping his dick back and forth into her wet twat at quickening pace.

“Oh… my… fff-” she managed to squeak, feeling his long strokes fill her vagina.

Kendra was lost in a trance as her friends fucked right before her eyes. She found herself leaning forward and running her tongue up Matt’s shaft as he slammed it into Janice’s quivering snatch. It was unavoidable that her tongue made contact with Janice’s clitoris. Janice moaned loudly when Kendra began fully concentrating her tongue’s efforts directly onto Janice’s clit.

“Oh! Ooooh!” Janice screamed, feeling the exquisiteness of her g-spot being polished by Matt’s immense girth and her clitoris being stimulated by Kendra’s tongue for the very first time. “Oh god, Kendra! Oh fuck!! OH!! OOOH!!”

Matt felt Janice’s pussy constrict around his cock as she flailed amid her body’s euphoric inner explosions. Every time Janice thought her orgasm was subsiding a new wave would barrel into her senses. “Oh… sssshit! Yes, keep licking my pussy! Oh fuck! It’s so good!”

Kendra continued to swirl her tongue around Janice’s clit while Matt’s thick cock slid against her bottom lip.

The sensation was overwhelming for Matt as well. After several minutes, he uttered his telltale grunt and Kendra felt his balls tighten. She took the initiative and quickly pulled Matt’s rigid cock out of Janice’s pussy and let it issue forth warm cum in thick spurts all over Janice’s outer labia.

Janice lost the use of her limbs when she felt Kendra begin lapping Matt’s cum off of her wet vagina in eager abandon.

“K-Kendra! Oh… Oh jesus!!” Janice exclaimed, feeling her friend’s utter mastery of sensual manipulation.

Matt craned his head to watch Kendra make out with Janice’s pussy from his captive position. Her technique seemed to be working, for Janice was obviously beside herself in sexual ecstasy, flailing and moaning loudly. The sight was so intoxicating that before long he was having to look past his erect dick to see the steaming hot action between the two women.

A screaming orgasm once again rang out, echoing off of the bedroom walls. Once Kendra felt satisfied with her oral presentation, she raised herself up giving Matt a seductive smile. She reached forward, untying the loose knots at his wrist.

“Switch with me, Sexy Man. I want that big fat fucking cock splitting me open!”

Matt loosened the knots at his feet and moved aside, letting Kendra lay down on her back. He then knelt between her legs while Janice buried her face in Kendra’s enormous breasts. The tiny bikini had long since abandoned it’s post. Janice yanked Kendra’s elastic swim top off at the same time Matt was pulling her string tied bottoms free.

“Fuck yes!” hissed Kendra. “Goddam! I missed this big motherfucker!”

Matt pressed his thumb down on the top of his shaft to guide his swollen mushroom head to Kendra’s bright pinkness. She moaned in utter joy when Matt thrust his hips forward, pushing his rigid cock deep into her warm chasm.

When Matt’s steady tempo began, rolling waves of brown breasts meat rollicked back and forth against Janice’s attempt to suck Kendra’s nipples.

It didn’t take long until Kendra was screaming through an intense orgasm.

Kendra switched positions, getting on all fours upon the bed. Matt brought himself upright, kneading the sumptuous roundness of her shaking ass cheeks. Janice squirmed her way between Kendra’s upright supporting arms, placing her head beneath her friend’s dangling, brown juggernauts.

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Kate and Jenny Ch. 01

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Kate

I was woken up by a pesky ray of sunlight that somehow got through the blinds and unmistakably fell upon my face. I wasn’t too willing to leave the comfortable embrace of my soft bed, but after rolling about for a while I knew, I wasn’t going to fall asleep again. Yawning and stretching my stiff back, I made my way into bathroom. Nice lengthy shower is exactly what I need right now. I thought before I stepped into the shower. I let the pleasant stream of warm water wash away the morning stiffness from my body.

I reached for a towel and started to rub dry my hourglass shaped body that made people turn their heads. When my body was dry I took another towel and wrapped it around my long, auburn red hair. I was proud of my hair. The voluminous red waves that I grew for as long as I could remember by now reached down to my elbows.

I started to put on my underwear, which turned out to be a bit of a struggle. Lately I’ve had a little growth spurt that made my D cup bra way too small for my liking. My breasts spilled over the confinement of its cups like rising dough out of a bowl. I seriously need to get some larger bras. I tried to adjust the cups to fit a bit better, but it simply couldn’t be done. A weird thought sparkled through my mind. There is something extremely satisfying about outgrowing a bra.

While brushing my teeth I looked in the mirror. Radiant sapphire blue eyes that dominated my rather gorgeous face, stared back at me. My face seemed to possess plenty of features generally considered as attractive. It was symmetric, with high cheekbones, with cute slightly freckled nose and full sensual lips. Oh, how I hated it some days. Today fortunately wasn’t one of those days and for once I felt comfortable in my own skin.

Without paying much attention to my surroundings I walked back into my room and opened closet to find some clothes I could wear.

“Hey, sis.” I was startled by the sudden sound behind me. I turned around and found my younger sister Jenny sitting on my bed.

“Oh, hi Jenny. Haven’t seen you there. What’s up? Do you need something?” I asked.

“Well, I do actually. My ever growing ass decided to get even bigger and even my sweats are extremely tight now and I was wondering if you had anything I could wear.” Jenny said before she carefully stood up.

My eyes fell upon Jenny’s lower body. She wasn’t exaggerating when it came to the tightness of her clothes. Her pants looked ready to burst! How did she even managed to put it on?! The sweats looked like they were painted on her lower body and it wouldn’t have been surprising at all if the seams would start to give up at any moment.

“I’m afraid the size of your posterior surpassed the size of my own quite some time ago.” I chuckled a little. “I guess everybody can’t have a body that knows when to stop growing to stay nice and proportional.”

Jenny poked the flash of my breast. “It seems like your tits didn’t get the memo!” Jenny exclaimed dramatically and we both burst into laughter.

For me Jenny was more than just my little sister, she was also my closest friend. I know it must sound a bit sad, but I’ve never been too comfortable around other people and so I wasn’t really great at making friends. She was the only person that could make me smile even when I felt like the whole world is falling on me. It was really difficult to feel bad when she turned that pretty face of hers to you with those big vibrant brown eyes smiling from ear to ear.

“I’d say they’re still pretty proportional.” I said when the laughter died out.

“Are you sure about that? What are your measurements?” Jenny asked with a gleam in her eyes.

“Huh? My measurements? I don’t know. I never really cared to be honest.”

“I’ve always found it to be quite fascinating.” Jenny said blushing slightly.

“Really?” I was a bit surprised. “Well, I should have a tape measure somewhere in here so let’s find out.”

After a couple of minutes I managed to pull out a tape measure from the bottom of my closet and we could start. Jenny’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm when she got hold of the tape, eager to find out. Before we began measuring, I took off the towel from my head, releasing the cascade of long reddish hair into the world.

“So, where do we start?” I asked my impatiently waiting sister.

“Lean your back against the wall, so I can measure your height.”

“I’m 5’10”.” I said, but I still obediently did as I was told.

“You are indeed 5’10”.” Jenny announced, confirming what I already knew. When I stepped away from the wall, Jenny quickly wrapped the tape around my chest, then around my slightly toned stomach and finally around my hips.

“Your measurements are 38 inches around your breasts, 25 inches around your stomach and 35 inches around your hips. Now step on the scale.”

“That’s still pretty proportional, isn’t it?” I told her as I was stepping onto the scale. Numbers appeared on the display. 129 pounds… That’s quite low for my height, isn’t it? I stepped off the scale. “Your turn, sis.”

Jenny gave me the tape göztepe escort and assumed her place by the wall. I smiled to myself when I noticed that the only part of her body touching the wall was her protruding backside.

“You are 5’5”, shorty.” I said with smile and patted the top of her head. Jenny stuck out her tongue before taking down her t-shirt, so I could take her measurements. “31 inches around your chest, 26 around your waist and whopping 39 inches around your fat ass, sis. You should really lay off the sweets, otherwise you might get stuck in a door frame pretty soon.” I teased her a little. “Now hop on the scale.” Once again the digital numbers appeared on the display, this time saying 124 pounds.

Jenny stepped off the scale with a sad sigh. “Why can’t I have boobs like you do, Kate?”

“Maybe you will, you still have time. You don’t need them anyway.” With a giggle I slapped her across her meaty buttocks. “I’m sure there are plenty of girls wishing to have butt like yours. Now get your silly ass out of here so I can put on some clothes!”

“I’d still like to be at least a B cup…” Jenny said dreamily.

When Jenny left my room I could finally dress. Today I decided to wear a white low cut tank top that accentuated my ample bosom and short denim shorts, showing off a good portion of my long shapely legs and my silky thighs. Fully clothed I headed downstairs and into the kitchen. Our family was pretty wealthy and it showed on the size of our house. It was almost a mansion really and now it felt even larger, because Jenny and I were on our own. It was the very beginning of summer holidays and our parents were on a vacation abroad. I have just graduated from high school and the only thing I wanted to do was to enjoy the free time, because I doubted I’ll be able to do whatever I want once the college starts.

I started to prepare pancakes for breakfast. Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t really pay much attention to what I was doing. It came as a surprise when I realized that I accidently made enough pancakes for my whole family, even though my parents weren’t home. I put the pancakes on a large plate and placed it upon the table. Just as I did so a loud sound made me turn around. Jenny in her laughably insufficient sweats that were screaming for help, walked into the kitchen with her hand on her midsection. Was that her stomach?!

“Oh god, I’m starving.” Jenny stated while sitting down at the table. Without hesitation she started to stack pancakes onto her plate. A lot of them. I could only stare in disbelief when she started to pour tremendous amount of syrup on her tower of pancakes.

“I’ve been thinking,” I said to my loudly eating sibling, “that we could go pick up some clothes later today. What do you think?” Jenny could only nod vigorously to show her approval, because her mouth was far too occupied by chewing.

I finished my portion of pancakes and headed back to my room, fully intending to spend some time on my computer.

***

Jenny

I was hungry. No, that doesn’t really put things into the right perspective. I was absolutely starving! I’ve never craved food as much as I did right now. I always had a positive relationship with food, but this was something new. I would have been weirded out by it, if only my mind could focus at anything else than getting sustenance. The little restraint I had, left when Kate walked away. A small part of my mind, that little bit of pride, prevented me from making myself look like a pig in front of her, but now when she gone away, there was nothing left holding me back. In a matter of seconds I managed to cram the rest of my large stack of pancakes into my mouth. But it wasn’t enough. I still wanted more. No, I needed more! Luckily for me there was more. I pulled the large plate holding the remaining pancakes toward me and drowned its content in the sweet syrup.

When I polished off even the very last pancake, the hunger that was driving me crazy finally disappeared. Feeling of pleasant fullness took its place and I let out a sigh of satisfaction. My previously flat stomach was bulging outwards testing the elastic waistband of my sweats to its limits. I felt the pressure inside my stomach from the sheer amount of food I gobbled up, but it wasn’t uncomfortable as it should have been, in fact it send waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. I leaned back and started to rub my swollen midsection. A soft moan escaped from my plump lips. After a couple of minutes I forced myself to stand up. I endured the long challenging journey upstairs into my room. Exhausted I collapsed onto my bed. Who knew that stuffing my mouth could be so draining? Tenderly massaging and caressing my distended middle I slowly fell into contended slumber.

Something unpleasant woke me up. In my sleep my pants became even tighter than they were before and they were far too constricting around my hips and thick thighs. Sitting up I heard a loud ripping noise and some of the pressure disappeared. It didn’t take me long to find the source çorlu escort of the sound. Oh great… The seams on the side couldn’t hold on anymore and now there was a soft flesh oozing through a hole on the side of my pants. The hole kept getting bigger as more and more threads were losing its fight against my sizeable bottom. At least it isn’t so tight anymore. I thought bitterly.

I got out of the bed. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted my reflection in the mirror and noticed that I had a slight case of bed hair. I picked up a brush and started to fix my long jet black hair. Looking at my reflection I couldn’t but notice how similar my features were with Kate’s. Sure, my face and my cheeks were a bit rounder and also my lips were a bit plumper, but I couldn’t deny the family relation between us even if I tried to.

I was a little surprised when I noticed that my midriff was almost back to its natural flat state. I must have slept longer than I thought. My stomach let out an angry growl as if I hadn’t feed it in ages. I reached for my phone and checked the time. Only 11:20? Why am I hungry again?

I looked down at my midsection. “Seriously? You can’t possibly be empty again! No more food for you right now, Mr. Tummy!” My stomach replied with another displeased rumble. I sighed. “Alright, you win. A small snack can’t hurt anyway.”

I came back to the kitchen and started my search for snacks. Inside a cupboard I found a large bag of chips and I took a bottle of coke from the fridge as well. I sat down, nicely filling the seat of the chair with my round bottom. I quickly tore the bag open and threw a couple of salty delights into my awaiting mouth and washed them down with a large sip of the cold beverage. The sweet flavor filled my mouth complemented by the saltiness of the chips overwhelmed my taste buds. I was in heaven.

My hand almost desperately reached the bottom of the bag, trying to find more chips to put into my mouth. Unfortunately all of its content already ended up in my demanding stomach. I tossed the empty bag upon a table and drank the remnant of the soft drink. With satisfied burp I leaned back in the chair and rested my hands on the once again bulging midsection. The realization that I managed to eat large bag of chips and drink an entire bottle of coke in a matter of a few minutes came to me slowly. “Happy now?” I asked my belly sloshing with liquid. Now, where can I find some clothes that would contain my ass without tearing apart?

Knowing that my mum rarely threw out old clothes, I started to search for some clothes in one of her closets. Long minutes passed before the luck finally smiled at me. In the back of the closet I found a pair of decent looking jeans that could accommodate my bubble butt. They were however very loose around my waist, despite how bloated I was, but it was nothing a belt couldn’t deal with. After all, it was only temporary solution to my wardrobe problems.

On my way to my room, I almost ran into Kate.

“Are you ready to go shopping?” My sister asked me.

“Yeah, I’m ready. Let’s go!” The prospect of getting some new fitting clothes was quite exciting for me and I couldn’t wait to head out.

***

Kate

The ride to the mall was pretty uneventful and so we spent the time talking about nothing. When we were getting out of the car, something caught my eye. I couldn’t tell if it was because of the ill-fitting jeans, but I could swear that Jenny’s abdomen was bulging out.

We made our way inside the mall. Right by the entrance there was one of those all-you-can-eat buffets. I’ve never been inside of one of those. I always wondered what it’s like inside… But it wasn’t why we were here and so we passed by it.

“Alright,” I started. “Since we each need different things, let’s meet here in about an hour and then we can figure out where to go for a lunch. How does that sound? Will an hour be enough for you?”

“Sure, see you in an hour.”

I was quite happy with how the shopping trip went. I found out I was almost an F cup. Almost. It was exciting even though I had to settle for DD cup bras. For now anyway. They were however just a little bit smaller than I would have liked. I wasn’t an F cup just yet though, because they didn’t really give me the support I wanted for my boobs. In the store… I had a bit of a revelation. I found there an insanely huge bra. And I mean huge! Each of my boobs would have to be considerably larger than my whole head to have a chance to fill the cups. When I saw it I simply had to buy it. As weirdly as it sounds it made me realize that… I would actually want to be that big! Is it normal to be obsessed with my breasts? Or is there something seriously wrong with me? Just imagining myself with boobs so big made me weak at the knees.

With my new bras and a few revealing yet still decent looking low cut tops I felt like my wardrobe was ready for the summer. I didn’t have to wait long before Jenny appeared with her purchases.

“Do you have everything? Are you ready ümraniye escort to go?” I asked when she walked up to me.

“Almost. I just need a second opinion on a few things…”

“Oh, sure.”

Jenny emerged from the fitting room wearing a lovely skirt that looked great on her… until she turned around. Jenny’s protruding posterior stood up like a sore thumb making the skirt noticeably shorter in the back.

“Be honest, how huge does it make my ass look?” Jenny asked.

“Pretty huge,” I admitted. “I don’t think you can pull this off.”

Jenny let out a frustrated sigh. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Once more she disappeared inside the fitting room.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? I didn’t know they allowed cows inside.” Said a familiar behind. “With those udders you should be on a fucking farm, you stupid bitch!”

I slowly turned around. “Mandy, what an unpleasant surprise. Just when I was thinking what a beautiful day we’re having today, some mean annoying wench must come and ruin it. I see you’re still the envious little girl you’ve always been.” I retorted as calmly as I could.

“Envious? Me? Of you of all people? Don’t make me laugh. I prefer to be able to see my toes. Besides I am very comfortable with how I look, but thank you so very much for your concern.” Mandy responded with a smug grin on her face. As much as I resented her, I couldn’t deny she was rather good looking and she certainly wasn’t shy to show off her athletic figure with well-defined abs. Result of countless hours spent working out.

“Oh, is that why you dress like a whore? Or is it just your working uniform these days?” Mandy’s face reddened with anger. At that moment Jenny’s head peeked out of the fitting room as if in an attempt to find out the source of the commotion.

“Fatass is here too? Oh, silly me. I forgot you don’t have any friends. Of course she is here with you, after all, she is the only one who would want to spend time with a stupid cow like you! I bet she’s a fucking loser just like you!”

“Shut the fuck up!” I shouted at her. The calm mask fell off my face and I was gritting my teeth in anger, fighting the urge to slap her. I could wave off any verbal abuse thrown my way, but I simply couldn’t ignore her insults towards Jenny. “Leave Jenny out of this! You have a problem with me, not her. Just fuck off.” I turned my back to Mandy, letting her now that I wasn’t going to bother with her anymore. “I hope I’ll never see you again…” I sighed. The anger was gone leaving only sadness in its place.

***

Jenny

“So what’s the story between you two? You’ve never told me.”

Kate sighed. “Honestly? I really don’t know what to say. Mandy used to be my best friend and we hanged out all the time.” Kate went silent for a moment as if she was trying to remember. “I guess it all changed when we reached puberty. She was quite chubby back then, do you remember?” I nodded in agreement. “I remember that my boobs started to develop and it got me some attention from boys. I don’t really know why but at the same time Mandy began to distance from me. She started to watch what she ate more and worked out like crazy. A while after that she began to completely ignore me and then one day she just yelled at me out of the blue. Since then she just barked insults at me whenever she saw me… It really sucks to lose best friend like this, you know?”

Kate wiped away a tear from her eye and I could see just how much she was hurting inside. I put my arms around her body and held her in a tight hug. “It’s not your fault. You couldn’t know that she would turn into a complete bitch. You’re much better off without her in your life!”

We were on our way out of the mall. Just as we were passing by the entrance to the buffet my stomach emitted the loudest rumble I could imagine. I was certain that Kate walking next to me must have heard it as well. The blood surged into my cheeks and I blushed in embarrassment. “Can we go for that lunch now?” I asked staring inside the conveniently placed buffet.

Kate noticed where my eyes were wandering. “It wouldn’t be my first choice but we can go in there if you want to. After all we’re already here…” I took a breath to answer, but my stomach was quicker, letting out yet another loud growl. Kate grinned. “I’ll take it as a yes.”

Until now I haven’t really realized that I was once again starving. What is wrong with me today? I was thrilled to know that it wouldn’t take long before my hunger would be soothed.

We paid the entering fee and headed to the tables loaded with food. I’ve never been in a restaurant like this before. The overpowering scents made my mouth water. There were so many different foods that I couldn’t decide what to take. Everything looked so damn good and tasty that I simply wanted to taste it all! I started to pick up a little bit of everything. Cheeseburger with handful of curly fries here, steak and mashed potatoes there. Of course, I couldn’t leave all those chicken nuggets behind and I had to put some on my plate as well! As I went on, more and more food made its way onto my plate, until it was literary overflowing. It was a miracle that nothing fell off my overfilled plate. Kate was watching me with a raised eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. To be honest, even if she did, it wouldn’t stop me from indulging. I was too hungry to care. We sat down into a booth and I started my meal.

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Sisterhood of Humiliation Ch. 01

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“Can you come in here, John? I want to talk to you about something.”

Liz sat in the family room, her face radiant from recently applied makeup. The slit in her elegant sapphire dress — a favourite of his — had fallen open, revealing a slender leg and an athletic thigh.

“Something on tonight?” he asked. Never above perving on his wife, John’s eyes wandered over her, undressing her. Perhaps they could spend some time in the bedroom before she left.

“I’ll get to that in a minute,” she said.

His eyes lingered on her, admiring her beauty.

“Like what you see?” she asked, pulling her dress aside and exposing her freshly shaved pussy.

He took a deep breath. “Fuck yes. You’re so hot, Liz.”

“Hotter than Emily?” Liz snapped. She whipped her dress closed, covering herself. “At Mia’s party last week, I saw you staring at her.”

“What? No, you’re mistaken.” Her change in mood stunned him, and he lowered himself onto the chair opposite her.

“Don’t play dumb with me. I saw the way your eyes followed her around and how you craned your head to glance up her dress.”

It was true; of course, he had watched Emily that night as she mingled at the party, and also any other time she was near. And Emily had known his attention was on her, as well as the attention of others. She had a way about her, a presence not solely due to her stunning looks or graceful gait. She enjoyed the attention, he was sure. It was, perhaps, a validation of the great expense at which she spent her time and money on makeup, clothing, and accessories. Not to mention her regimented dedication to the gym. Aware of his desire for her, she had taken to teasing him with a particularly tight and lasting embrace or a touch of tongue with a goodbye kiss. When touching himself, he would often think of their trip to the beach. She had sat next to him in the car that morning, secretly placing her hand on his thigh and rubbing him ever so tenderly. She had worn a bikini, and he had memorised every curve and crease that fabric had made as it hugged her curves. Her bikini bottom had ridden up her slit in the most captivating display of camel toe that he had ever seen. Yes, he was guilty of watching and desiring Emily.

“No, I…”

“Look at you. You’re so guilty that you’re blushing. Fucking unbelievable. Do you think about her when you wank?”

“No, baby, I don’t,” he said, but, of course, he did.

“Bullshit. Look, I get it. You’re a man, you have needs. But I şişli escort feel so humiliated. Am I not enough for you that you have to openly lust after my best friend? I shouldn’t have to feel like this and I hate you for it. I hate you so much. I didn’t know what to do, so I ended up talking to Emily. I told her how you were trying to get a glimpses of her snatch. She wasn’t even mad. She reminded me that I have needs too, needs that you are unwilling and seemingly incapable of meeting. Why shouldn’t I get what I want and why shouldn’t you? It’s just sex, right? So if you want her, you can have her.”

“No, Liz, I only want–“

The door opened and Emily walked in. He stammered, lost this train of thought, and abandoned any attempt to argue, for Emily stood in front of him stark naked. Overwhelming lust surged through him. It sparked a hunger that set his heart fluttering, and sent blood rushing to his cock. Breathless, he gazed at her naked figure. Her long, blond hair hung, ungathered, stopping just shy of her nipples. Her eyelids were dusted with a subtle dash of carmine red, and her lips shone in a vivid plum. She looked as if she had just walked off the set of a million-dollar photoshoot. His eyes followed her curves, from her powerful, broad shoulders to her pert breasts. Her large alveoli and erect nipples were perfect: young, unspoilt, and succulent. At that moment he wanted to kneed them softly with his hands, to kiss and suck lovingly on them. Her hips curved generously, framing the shaved mound of her pussy which hung slightly open at the peak of her long sexy legs. There was no denying that Emily had the form of a goddess.

It was one of those few moments where he was lost for words and thoughts. The usual chaos inside his mind had been quelled, and every fibre of his being focused on her nakedness. Arousal dragged him downward into the chair, leaving him giddy with vertigo. So intoxicating was Emily, that he could no longer hide his desire to worship her. Though, he loved his wife and couldn’t bare to see her hurt.

Emily went to him, swinging her hips as she walked. With a playful finger under his chin, she raised his head and kissed him passionately. Then turning like a runway model, she strutted toward the couch, tossing her hair over her shoulder, and glancing back at him with a smile. She nodded knowingly, content that his eyes were fixated on her ass and that he was utterly captivated tuzla escort by her. Reclining on the couch, she spread her legs wide, placing her vulva on display. Its lips slowly parted, revealing, in exquisite detail, everything he had fantasised about.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” Emily asked, gesturing at her pussy.

Snapping himself out of the trance, he turned to Liz.

“Go ahead,” Liz said. “Take it all in. This is what you’re about to sell your soul for.”

“Liz tells me you’re amazing with your tongue. That you can go for hours. Come over here and lick my pussy, John. Show me how badly you desire me. Make me cum so hard that I scream your name.”

It was undeniably a trap. Unable to discern what either woman was thinking, he looked back to Liz in the hopes of finding some semblance of guidance — that there was a way out of this mess. No matter his choice he knew he would forever live to regret it.

“Don’t look at me. Look at her pussy. Tell me you don’t want it.”

Emily’s enlarged clitoris was visible, peeking ever so slightly below her clitoral hood. It seemed to pulse as he watched, and he thought how nice it would be to wrap his tongue around it.

“This is the deal,” Liz said. “You can lick her, right now, and for as long as it takes to finish her. I have three rules: your clothes stay on, you can’t touch yourself, and you’re confined to the floor — kneeling and crawling only. If you do this, I won’t be mad, but I’m going out with the girls tonight and with a free pass to do whatever I want. We’re going to find a man to fuck me, John. If that’s what you’re willing to trade, then crawl to her like the pathetic cunt worshipper you are.”

Liz was right, he was a cunt worshipper, and even if she did sleep with somebody, it was just sex — an act merely concerning the flesh. Love and devotion were above that. Surely he could allow Liz to take a man to bed in exchange for an hour in service of this goddess? Her pussy looked so lush, so inviting. Yes, he could live with a small lapse in their marriage, and it seemed Liz felt likewise.

He lowered himself to the ground, his eyes never leaving Emily’s pussy. A moment later he was kneeling in front of her, salivating, and inhaling the musky scent which permeated the air between her legs. He willed himself to remember this moment, and tentatively ran his tongue along her slit, parting the folds of her labia.

Emily pendik escort gasped. “Good boy. Lick my wet pussy in front of your wife. Oh, John, I’m going to make you a cuck tonight, a stupid little cuck.”

He lapped at her wetness, savouring every drop of the thick discharge that oozed from her. In response, she wrapped her legs around him and drew him in tight.

“Liz wasn’t exaggerating, you are good with that tongue of yours. Not too fast, now. We’ve got plenty of time. I want this orgasm to be memorable — for both of us. Then, tonight I’m going to find a man to come here, to your home, and make love to your wife. And the next time the two of you fuck, when you look deep into her eyes, you’ll know how desperately she wants him and that he is the better man. But look at you down there. You don’t care; you’re perfectly happy between my legs.”

He continued for some time, learning what she liked, and what she best responded to. Emily began undulating and her breathing quickened. Her moans directed him, and gave him confidence that he had found the positions and techniques that best suited his pursuit of pleasuring her. He focused on her needs, only pausing for an occasional slurp of the milky discharge that pooled by her vagina. She started bucking, slowly at first, then grabbing his head, she pulled him hard into her vulva. Locked in tight, she ground her pelvic bones against him, using his face to forcefully push her over the edge. She shuddering in a screaming climax, sending her fluids gushing into his mouth. Obediently, he swallowed it all. Then as her orgasm subsided he slowed his licks and sucks until, finally, she released him. Yet he chose to remain there, between her legs, saturating himself in her wetness and warmth.

“That was fucking amazing,” she said. “Well done, you.”

There was a round of applause, and he realised that he had had an audience. Liz’s girlfriends had arrived, and dressed for a night on the town. They lounged around the room and looking like they had been there for some time. Some raised their glasses in toast and others clapped and giggled. As he receded from Emily and sank to the floor, he could feel Liz’s gaze upon him, but he couldn’t bear to look.

Emily guided him back to her with a firm hand. She kissed him on the forehead. “Don’t wash,” she whispered. “Sleep here on the couch and wait for us. I want my scent to be everything you smell and taste. When we get back, I’m going to want another orgasm – maybe more than one. So rest that precious tongue of yours. And don’t you dare touch yourself.”

“You better get ready, Ems,” Liz said. She crouched beside him. “You’re a disgusting perverted sack of shit, and you make me sick. Now it’s my turn to get what I want, and it’s going to be better than anything you’ve ever managed to give me.”

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Timmy Stiles Ch. 03

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The morning sun danced across Chrissy’s body and slowly began to draw her out of her deep sleep. “God, it’s early,” she thought as she tried vainly to stay asleep. It was no use. She glanced at her alarm clock and shivered when she saw it was only 6:30. “Fuck, this is Saturday.” Finally, she pulled her tired body out of her bed and shakily walked towards the bathroom. She glanced at herself in the mirror and giggled. Her huge breasts were streaked with dried cum and she noticed a few teeth marks around her nipples. “Damn,” she thought…remind me to wear armor next time.” She reached into the shower and turned the water on, leaning against the wall as she waited for the temperature to adjusted. Finally, it was just right and she slipped under the shower. It felt wonderful. She stood there, letting the warm water splash against her for a few minutes before reaching for the bottle of shampoo. As she poured it into the palm of her hand, the feel of the viscous liquid brought a slight smile to her lips. It was clear and thick like pre-cum…if only it was, she would drink the entire bottle. She loved the feel of it on her tongue…the salty taste of it as she licked it off a throbbing cock.

In fact, she loved cum period…anywhere, anytime and anyway. She was addicted. And, the more sex she had, the more she wanted. She had become insatiable. She couldn’t remember when she had turned down a hot fuck…or for that matter, anything else that could arouse her body. Nothing was off limits to the young slut…or anyone…not even Timmy’s dad. He was worth remembering. He had come over one Saturday morning, just like this one, and just like this one, everyone else had gone. The point of his visit was obvious…”What the hell had happened?” She had slipped on a T-shirt to answer the door, not really caring that her naked body was barely covered by the well-worn fabric. Moments after she had let him…both seated in their small parlor…did she realize the fact of her near nakedness had become apparent to Mr. Stiles? He hadn’t been too subtle in his questions, nor was he too subtle about where he was looking. Chrissy could feel his eyes on her, staring at her as if his eyes could see right through the thin material of her shirt. She had been seated on the sofa with her legs tucked under her, her shirt modestly pulled down over her. She avoided answering his questions truthfully, but left him with the impression that it was a mutual decision. “Timmy had a lot of school ahead of him, and they were both so young.”

Chrissy began to wonder if Mr. Stiles was as straight laced as his son. She and Timmy had never fucked…he wanted her to be a virgin on their wedding night. As much as she had wanted to, she had never even seen him naked. She watched Mr. Stiles begin to fidget in his chair. His pants began to rise above his lap, slightly but noticeably. A chain reaction seemed to start. Chrissy’s nipples began to harden. “God, she was such a whore,” she thought to herself. She licked her lips slowly and stared at his growing bulge, imagining her wet mouth sucking the cream from his pulsing cock. It was almost as if she could smell the scent of his hardening flesh across the room. Her pussy began to tingle and she could sense her clit was starting to harden. She arched her back slightly, thrusting her unfettered breasts outward, twisting slightly to add just the right amount of swaying. She could almost hear him gasp. Her fully hardened nipples threatened to push through the thread-bare T-shirt and she could feel the heat growing in her body as he stared boldly at her breasts, the bulge in his pants rapidly growing, his eyes beginning to glaze over with excitement.

It artvin escort was now or never, she decided…he would either fuck her or run away. But in any case, he would know the real answer to his original questions. She slowly adjusted her body and raised one knee, laying her arms back against the couch. Her dripping cunt was there for him to plainly see…offered wantonly to the old man by his son’s “sweet and innocent” girlfriend.

“You little whore,” he calmly stated. “I never believed the rumors until now. You are exactly what everyone else has said…a cheap slut.” His jaw tightened as he stared at her, rising from his seat and moving over to stand in front of her. She tried to avoid his hand, but he was too quick. It stung her face sharply and snapped her head to the side. Her eyes instantly filled with tears of pain as the old man smacked her again. She tried to move away but her grabbed her hair, holding her fixed against the back of the couch, trapped against the high arm. He glared at her, his eyes dark and his breath heavy. “You are nothing more than a piece of ass for anyone that wants you.”

She trembled as she looked up at him, afraid to breathe…unsure of his next move. But her eyes quickly moved to his crotch and widened in amazement as he reached with his other hand and pulled his zipper down. Her heart stopped as his hand reached in and pulled his cock free of its confines. Chrissy could only gasp…it was enormous, longer and thicker than any she had ever seen. She watched his hand circle the thick shaft and squeeze it firmly then pump it slowly as he pulled her face closer to the menacing log of meat. It leaked a large drop of pre-cum from the slit just before he pressed it against her lips. Chrissy felt the sticky liquid flow over his lips as he moved the tip of his cock across their moist surface. It was pointless to pretend…pointless to hide her lust…pointless to keep from taking his huge cock into the warmth of her hungry mouth.

Her hands moved around him and drew him closer. Her tongue reached out and licked the length of the knarled surface. Every vein that crossed its gleaming surface pulsed with the beat of his heart. She breathed deeply, his intoxicating scent a mixture of sweat, his musk and his urine. Her mouth opened completely and with a practiced snap of her head, she engulfed the length of his cock in her mouth…the head buried deep in her throat. She felt his hand release her hair and push against the back of her head…driving his cock ball deep. She gagged and tried to pull her head away…but he forced it back onto his cock…fucking her mouth with a vengeance. He was punishing her, he thought…unaware she loved every minute of his fierceness. He pumped his cock in and out of her mouth till he could take no more. She felt his body stiffen and his cock swell to unbelievable proportions inside her mouth. Suddenly he growled and unleashed a torrent of pungent cream into her mouth. Spurt after spurt of his seed splashed against the walls of her mouth…she swallowed as fast as she could, but she could not overcome the tide of liquid fire that spewed from his body. Her chin and neck were covered with the cum that spilled from her sucking mouth and without touching herself for a single moment…Chrissy exploded in her own orgasm.

As the flow ebbed, she lay back into the couch, staring up at him…trying to guess what was on his mind. She assumed wrongly, that he was done with her…his incredible cock seemed larger than before, and just as hard. He glared down at her as he unfastened his pants and let them aydın escort fall around his feet. He grabbed her roughly and pushed her leg over the back of the couch…guiding her to rest her other foot on the floor. Wordlessly, he slid between her legs and without hesitating, drove his cock deep into her belly, ripping her open like a rag doll…his cock filling her completely. He used her just like the little whore she was…for his own pleasure, uncaring and unaware that Chrissy was getting the fuck of her life. But the little cum slut was on fire. Never before had any man filled her so full, had fucked the very deepest part of her hungry cunt. She whimpered and twisted her body against his, arching up to meet his every thrust and as her passion took control of her body. Her long silky legs pulled back as she spread even wider for the rage filled man who pummeled her body with a fury she had craved all her life.

“Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” she screamed…”Fuck me harder…Oh God…fuck meeeeeeee.” Suddenly he realized that the slut was savoring every pounding thrust of his cock. It angered him that she was receiving pleasure from his assault…how could she? No one had ever been able to fully take his mammoth cock into her pussy before, let alone beg for more. Chrissy screamed again…”Oh fuckkkkkkkkkk…. I’m cumming,” she wailed. Her body trembled and shook, as the power of her orgasm wracked her body in pure, seething pleasure.

“You fucking bitch,” he shouted in a voice filled with the rage that consumed him. He stared down at her in amazement as her body continued to arch and twist in shameless pleasure, her cunt milking his cock, churning and rolling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body. He growled at the whore and suddenly pulled his cock free from her dripping cunt. Her eyes flew open as she felt him withdraw so suddenly…her eyes begged him to put it back in…her eyes said everything he didn’t want to hear…her eyes cried out…God, please fuck me again.

“You can’t…you can’t…you can’t,” he screamed silently. “No…you can’t…and you won’t.” He pushed her legs back against her chest, her feet over her head, her body doubled back. The tiny hole stared at him, puckered and brown, covered with the juices that dripped from her gaping cunt. The huge head pressed against the tiny hole…finding its mark…then plunged angrily into her bowels. Chrissy screamed out in pain as the huge cock ripped into her body, raping her shit hole, taking her without care, without feeling. Her whole body felt as if it was being halved…torn in two by the giant wedge of flesh that invaded her helpless body. Her sphincter burned as if he had used a hot poker…stretched to a point of tearing. Tears of pain ran down the girls cheeks, her head twisted from side to side in agony. Her eyes closed, and for a moment, she was gone. John Stiles stared down at her and smiled wickedly with the satisfaction of his triumph…but to his own shame…he felt the wall he had so carefully built flex slightly, then give. The wall had been breached from within by his own hidden desires.

When Chrissy regained consciousness, she realized that she had passed out for a moment…not long, but long enough for a transformation of her body to occur. Most of the pain was gone, and from some unknown place…pleasure slowly slipped beside it then finally began to take its place. Her body began to relax and for the first time she could feel his huge cock with the awesome appreciation it deserved. Instinctively she began to respond to the wondrous cock, as it pumped in and out of her ass. It felt balıkesir escort different than before, however, slower, gentler. She opened her eyes, suddenly realizing that he was fucking her…not raping her. His sweat dripped onto her lips and she tasted the salty liquid as he ground into her, churning his hips, working his cock inside her ass for their pleasure, not her pain. She stared into his eyes and started to speak, but he shook his head slowly, his calmness hushing her. Her tiny hands reach up and slipped behind his neck…drawing his face down to her own until their lips met. Open mouths pressed against the other, tongues searched frantically as they feasted on each other in a hungry and passionate kiss.

She moaned into his mouth as they kissed. Never before had she ever felt anything so exquisite. His cock seemed like an endless snake, pushing deeper and deeper into her bowels. She could feel it pushing the creamy mass inside her body back into her depths. “Fuck me…God fuck me with that wonderful cock.” She lifted her ass up to his thrusting loins, feeling him slap wetly against her ass. The smell of sex filled the room as he rocked against her, his stokes growing harder and faster with each subsequent thrust of his hips. He felt the cum in his sacs working its way up the length of his cock. He was almost there. And as if choreographed by some erotic master of the dance, her own body began to tremble, imperceptibly at first, but suddenly growing more frantic…as he pounded faster and faster…harder…and deeper. Their hands clawed each other’s body as they approached the climax of their journey…whimpers and groans punctuated every movement of their bodies. And with one primal grunt from their perfectly synched bodies, they screamed their way through a moment of agonizing pleasure. Her bowels swelled with the copious amount of seed that spurt from his throbbing cock…it was endless and amazing. She felt it drip down the crack of her ass as it leaked past the seal around his cock. Finally, he collapsed onto her body in exhaustion. He lay against her heaving breasts and kissed her gently.

On some mysterious signal, they both pulled away from each other and he sat back on the couch. She sat up on her knees and leaned into him, kissing him more like a lover than a victim. Her lips moved down over his chest and paused to stare at his limp cock…she giggled softly at the messy slab of flesh. Limp he was at least ten inches long and nearly three inches thick. “God…did I really have that up my ass?” she thought. He tried to push her head away, embarrassed at the thought of her lovely mouth so close to his dirty cock. But she pushed his hands away and lowered her mouth to the shit and cum streaked shaft. Slowly she licked away every trace of her ass and his cum until it was perfectly clean. She lifted her head and smiled at him and kissed him gently on the cheek…he snickered and pulled her lips to his, pushing his tongue deeply into her mouth. “Fair’s fair,” he whispered with a grin.

She curled up in his arms and sat against him for some time, neither of them spoke a word. Everything had been said silently…everything had been heard silently…everything had been sadly accepted with out a sound. Moments later, he walked out of the door…without a word.

Chrissy finished her shower, wrapped a towel around her refreshed body and moved back into her bedroom, her thoughts at the moment focused on picking out the clothes she would wear. Searching through her closet, she found a favorite sundress and set it on the bed. She mulled over whether to wear any underwear then decided against it. She really was the little slut. As she rummaged through her jewelry box for a pair of earrings, her finger uncovered the tiny diamond ring. She touched it cautiously then pulled her finger away. A single tear was quickly wiped off her cheek. She closed the box and turned away, forcing back a second tear. Moments later, she walked out of the door…without a sound.

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Dave’s curiosity was peaked. Julie was clearly unhappy. All he knew was she had backed down. He quietly asked what was going on. The announcement to raise all tables and prepare for landing interrupted. As the plane began to descend, Dave tried to ask her again. Julie shook her head. “Not here. Not now.” she gritted.

Dave, Julie and Abby hustled to the baggage claim area. “Grab my suitcase if you see it. I need to check with this guy. I’ll be there in a minute.” Abby ordered, pointing to a man holding a sign saying “Paradise Palms Resort”. The shuttle to the resort took only forty minutes. In addition to Dave, Julie and Abby were two other couples plus two teenagers about Abby’s age.

Check in was pretty easy. Everyone was handed a key card on a lanyard with his or her picture. A separate porter for each family loaded their luggage onto trolleys . Abby said she would carry her backpack and suggested Dave carry his. He was busy asking the desk clerk a question. By the time he realized Abby had said something the porter had disappeared. The concierge had them stand to one side while the other couples checked in.

“Dave, when I make a suggestion like I just did, you should consider it an order.” Abby whispered in his ear. “Isn’t your laptop in your backpack?” Dave nodded. “Well, you better hope the porter is very careful with that backpack and does not toss it around. We will check it first thing. If your laptop looks banged up in any way, I am going to bang up your butt. Understand?” Dave blanched and nodded. He started to apologize but Abby turned and walked away.

The concierge began his orientation speech. He pointed out the activities desk where guests could schedule excursions away from the resort. Then he told them the dining schedule saying they were just beginning to serve now. He asked them all to follow him. Turning to the teens he said that paddle board and wind surfing clinics were scheduled for nine thirty the next morning and they were especially popular among the teens. As they walked he discussed the other amenities pointing out hot tubs and pool areas and the associated bars. Those were scattered around the resort.

They arrived at the first couple’s suite. Each room had a safe and guests were advised to safeguard all valuables. Money was not needed on the resort itself and jewelry was easily lost in the water. He said everything he was saying was included in written form in the rooms. The refrigerator was stocked with complimentary soda, beer and wine so they could have a drink without walking all the way to one of the bars. He grinned and welcomed each guest as he dropped them at their suite. Dave slipped him a twenty when they got to their suite.

Their luggage was all piled in the middle of the room. “Is your extra money in your pocket or the pack, Dave?” Abby asked. He was carrying several hundred dollars in cash in addition to what was in his wallet. He knew Abby carried an envelope of money hidden in her backpack. She also had insisted on carrying their passports, and airplane tickets. He patted his front pants pocket. “Good. Empty your pack onto the floor and let’s check it out.” Abby watched as he squatted down and complied. He breathed a big sigh of relief to see his laptop had not been damaged. Abby stepped over to the safe. She pulled out the documents and the money from her pack. “Okay, all valuables go inside now.” Julie and Dave complied quickly. ‘I said ALL valuables, Dave”, pointing at his wristwatch. He explained this was a cheap waterproof watch he bought for this trip and not a problem if it was lost or broken. She accepted his explanation. “Go wash your hands and faces and then we will go to dinner.” Abby ordered.

“Wow! Abby is in a mood!” Dave groused when they closed the door to their bathroom and he began to wash his hands. “I hope that isn’t the tone for this whole trip.”

“She got pissed when I said that stuff to her just before we landed.” Julie said. “Your ignoring her when she told you to carry your pack did not help.” Dave asked her what that conversation on the plane was all about. Julie shook her head. “I’ll tell you later. We don’t have time to talk. Abby might be waiting. I don’t want to even take time to make out, but…” Julie grabbed him and kissed him.

Once in the other room, they found Abby sitting at the desk. “This is how we are going to keep track of each other.” Abby announced. “I’m going to pretty much let you go where you want unless I give you special instructions like a time and place to meet for dinner. But you will write a note to tell me where you are.” Abby had a notepad. Each of their names was at the top of a column. She had written dining room under each name. “If one of us wants to find another, we only have to look at this sheet to know where they are.” Dave smiled at the simplicity. “You heard the concierge. There are bars everywhere. Nobody is driving so drink if you want, It is all included in the resort price. The legal age to drink here is eighteen, so I am certainly going to drink booze myself. Dave did tuzla escort not comment. He knew better.”

They were just beginning their dessert when the two teens who rode the shuttle with them came over to the table. The boy asked Abby if she was going to to the paddle board clinic in the morning. He had asked around and said it was supposed to be “awesome.” His sister said there was a teen nightclub every night and said they were going to check it out later. Abby said she might go.

“Looks like you made some friends.” Dave offered. Abby shrugged but looked pleased. When they stood up to leave, Abby told Julie she wanted to check out the activities desk and would see them later in the room.

Forty five minutes later Dave stopped outside the door of their suite to give his new bride another kiss. “I’d carry you across the threshold, but I want to save my energy for tonight. Our first time together since the night we got engaged.” Julie smiled and swiped her card to unlock the door. They walked inside and froze when they saw the sour expression on Abby’s face.

“I guess I did not make myself clear when I explained how this note thing is supposed to work.” Abby stated. “Can either one of you explain why I got here before you did? And have been waiting for a half hour? Even after you had a fifteen minute head start? This paper says you are in the dining room. I would have expected to find you there or somewhere in between.”

“Uhh, we took a little detour down to the beach.” Dave offered, hesitantly.

“That would have been fine, IF you had stopped by here and written “beach” on the paper.” Abby said. “You would probably have read ‘teen dance club’ under my name when you returned. As you see I had plenty of time to change my clothes. Now I have not unpacked. I thought I would do that when I returned later. Now since you both seem to be unable to follow my directions or have decided you can ignore them, I am going to explain once again. BUT this time you will both be naked when I do. STRIP!”

Twenty minutes later, Abby looked at her mother and new stepfather both of whom stood with their hands on their heads, tears streaking their faces. Each had just watched the other get spanked to tears over Abby’s lap. “Now, you could have prevented all this by simply following my directions.” Abby offered with a smile. “I know this is your honeymoon and you want to go screw each other’s brains out. Mom, don’t give me that look! Now pay attention. I want you to empty your suitcases and put everything away. THEN you can mess around. I will see you in the morning for breakfast. I am going to warn you now. IF I decide to check and you have not followed my orders, Mom will not be able to wear that little bikini she bought. Not only will she have a reddened butt and thighs but she will be wearing the chastity belt for the next 24 hours.”

“Dave, kneel down.” Abby ordered. When he did, she smiled at him. “Recite the vows you made not even twelve hours ago.” When he began to stutter she said, ” I know you remember them. You are going to recite them a minimum of twice a day, morning and night. Plus upon demand.”

“I hereby pledge to be loyal and faithful for as long as you will have me. I will honor your wishes to the best of my ability. I will respect your desires and obey your commands. I acknowledge you have my and the family’s best interests at heart. I promise to accept your rules for the way I live my life. I understand that I may contribute suggestions and express my opinion but your decision in all matters is the final word.” Dave said.

“Very good!’ Abby said leaning over and giving him a kiss on the lips. Once again she slipped him a little tongue. She stood and bidding them goodbye, opened the door and left.

“She frenched you, didn’t she?” Julie asked, obviously miffed. Dave admitted she had and apologized.

“You don’t need to apologize.” Julie said. “I don’t like it but I know what she is doing. She is establishing her role as the superior female, the alpha. I’m sure she got the idea from Mother. We need to get our clothes put away. I’ll explain as we go.” As they unpacked their suitcases, Julie said. “Do you remember exactly what Julie said on the airplane shortly before we landed? About what Mom did with Doug and Ron when they returned from their honeymoons?” Dave nodded.

“That kissing the Pope’s ring thing was literal. Only the ring Mom made Doug and Ron kiss was her anal ring.” Dave froze. “Trish would not tell me a thing. She said it was none of my business. I pressed a little but backed off when she offered to whip my ass. Pam told me Mom spanks her husband on occasion. The first time was just to establish her position as a being the alpha in charge. Later it was if she wanted to punish him herself for some slight as his alpha instead of letting Pam handle it. Plus at least once each year, she takes him and spanks him just for GP’s. Each time he has to “kiss the Pope’s ring” meaning her asshole.” Dave looked at Julie pendik escort in surprise. “Oh yeah, sometimes he has to kiss her pussy first and lick her a little. But always he finishes with his mouth on her ass. I am sure Trish’s husband does the same thing, but like I said, she refused to tell me.”

“You gotta be kidding!” Dave said. “Your Mom is going to expect me to kiss her ass?” Julie nodded.

“You heard Abby say she might not take ALL Mom’s advice?” Dave nodded. “Well, I am pretty sure Mom has encouraged Abby to do the same with you. Make you kiss her ass with or without you doing her pussy first.’ Julie said. “If she does not insist it will be because she is embarrassed for you to see her naked bottom. Her simple comment that it was not my call warned me to back down. I am sure it will happen sooner or later. Just like I am sure that sooner or later I will have to kiss Abby’s asshole. She never asked me to lick her pussy but as her beta I would if she ordered it. I have no choice.” Dave was incredulous. Julie shrugged. “I know what you are thinking. I should have told you all this before we got too involved. But I love you so much, I want you in my life. I just can’t go against my family.”

‘”Lick Abby?” Dave asked. “Your own daughter?

Julie nodded. “Before Abby was proclaimed an alpha and therefore my superior and boss, Mom was. Over the years, I licked her pussy a few times. It was an acknowledgement of her position as the superior female. Pam did it too. It wasn’t like full cunnilingus. It was a few licks, but I could not do it half ass either. If I tried to do a minimal effort, I had to keep going until I did a proper job. It was paying homage to my superior. Mom said it was like baboons or even chickens. It is humiliating to submit that way and afterwards there is no doubt who is the alpha and who is the beta.”

“Why was I not informed about all this?” Dave asked. “Like during the past several weeks.?”

“You were.” Julie said. “I explained the hierarchy. I told you you would have to obey your superiors no matter what. I told you that you would not like or agree with some orders. I just did not go into detail about some of the things that are likely to be expected in the future. I have even told you some of the stuff I wanted to do to establish my place over you. That i would sit on your face. You liked the idea. I’m sure you figured out that even AFTER we made love I will occasionally sit on your face. Tell me you didn’t. I’ve done it before. When we made love that night you proposed. I might have wiped a bit but you sure as hell licked me after cumming inside me. You submitted to my will. Getting you to lick up your semen is symbolic.”

“The one thing you insisted on, which I acknowledged is I will never cheat on you.” Julie said.

“Oral on your mother or daughter does not count as cheating?” Dave asked.

“Nope” Julie explained. “They are in the hierarchy above us. They order, we obey. As long as it is them doing the use we follow. Mom can’t and won’t order me to fuck or lick some other person. But if for some reason that I cannot fathom, Julie decided to lose her virginity to you and ride your cock or even your tongue you will obey since she is your alpha. And let’s extend that scenario and say she wants me to lick her after. I would. “

“Are you seriously okay with this?” Dave asked.

“I may not like it but I will obey. Remember your vows.” Julie said. “I took similar ones when Abby was designated my alpha. I gave my word. I live by my word. As you will be expected to live by yours.”

Dave was wrapping his mind around what Julie had said as they finished putting all their clothing away. He looked up to see Julie, in all her naked glory, hold her arms out to embrace him. He took her into his arms.

“Rise and shine!” Abby called out as she walked through the bedroom door the next morning. She was dressed in a tee shirt and shorts. “Come on, I told you I’d see you this morning for breakfast. I don’t want to eat alone on our first morning here. So one or both of you get up and get dressed.” Instead of leaving the room, Abby opened the dresser drawers to inspect. The clothes were neatly arranged. “Nice job. Where is your chastity belt, Mom?” Julie said under her panties in the top drawer. Abby laughed. “Under your panties. That is a very appropriate place.” She turned around. neither Dave not Julie had made a move to get out of bed. “Are you planning to lay there? Oh I bet you are waiting for me to leave. You are being silly. I saw you both naked less that twelve hours ago.” She stepped close to the bed. “Oh, you have morning wood don’t you Dave? I want to see it.” She pulled back the covers. Dave blushed. “Ahh How cute! Embarrassed for me to see his cock standing tall.” Abby reached down and grasped it. “Recite your vows.” she ordered. She began to stroke her hand slowly up and down the length of of his erection.

Julie barely stifled her giggle. She was aroused by the scene even though maltepe escort a little jealous it was her daughter playing with her husband’s cock.. Dave kept his hands by his sides as he was stroked and began, “I hereby pledge to be loyal and faithful for as long as you will have me. I will honor your wishes to the best of my ability. I will respect your desires and obey your commands. I acknowledge you have my and the family’s best interests at heart. I promise to accept your rules for the way I live my life. I understand that I may contribute suggestions and express my opinion but your decision in all matters is the final word.”

“Very good.” Abby said. “Now get your butts up and get dressed. You can shower later. I am going to brush my hair. I am leaving to go eat at seven. I now expect both of you to be with me.” Then she rubbed her thumb across the end of Dave’s penis and coated it with precum. “Open.” she ordered softly, holding her thumb to his mouth. When he did she pushed it inside his mouth. She nodded as he sucked her thumb clean. “Good boy. You are learning to obey me.”

Abby walked out and Dave and Julie scrambled to get out of bed and get dressed. Dave quickly combed his hair and grabbed his shoes and hustled to the living room. He slipped them on and not taking chances, he looked at the ‘destination sheet’ to write breakfast. Under his and Julie’s names. Abby had already done so. “”I’m happy to see you remembered. I guess a little spanking does wonders for the memory, huh?” Abby asked with a grin. Julie joined them shortly after and they left the suite.

According to the website, breakfast was buffet-style. That was changed due to the virus to the staff serving all food. The three were half way done with their meal when the teen girl who rode the shuttle with them stopped by the table. “Hey Abby! I see you got up early. I want to thank you Abby’s Dad.” Abby’s Dad? Julie and Abby laughed loudly. “That is how John and I thought of you. I guess it would be more respectful to call you Mr Swanson.” Dave said for her to call him Dave.

Abby invited her to join them and introduced the girl as Natalie. “Actually he is my step-dad. And his last name is Harris. But he will answer to Mr Swanson or ‘Abby’s Dad’ I think that is cute!”

“Oh, I couldn’t see his name tag. I just saw your mom’s last name was Swanson, so I figured…” Natalie stammered, now embarrassed. Julie explained how she was a lawyer so professionally she used her former name.

“I can see how that could be confusing.” Abby said. “Maybe he ought to change his last name to match ours. You know, majority rules.” Natalie giggled and agreed. “What were you thanking him for?” Abby asked.

“Oh, well the legal age for drinking here in Costa Rica is eighteen. But because they have a lot of American guests, and enough object to letting their kids under twenty one drink, they ask the parents. My parents were on the fence about it. But when they saw Dave give permission for you they changed their minds and allowed John and I.” Dave remembered he didn’t really give permission for Abby to drink. He was asked if Abby had all the adult privileges like alcohol and she had answered for him. He had simply nodded.

“It is so cool your parents got up to eat with you. Mine are still in bed. They said they are on vacation and did not have to be anywhere.” Natalie laughed. “John and I wanted to eat early. Plus we are going to the class a little early. Probably about nine in case there is limited spaces. We looked but did not see a sign up sheet.” Natalie offered.

“John is Natalie’s twin brother. They are both starting their freshman year at State.” Abby explained. “She is only a few months older than me but a whole year ahead in school.”

“I started school early but with this damn pandemic, it will take me forever to graduate. I do virtual classes. That is how I can be here. Well a week of fall break and then I’ll do a few hours a day with online classes the second week.” Natalie offered.

“Julie and Dave both went to State.” Abby said. “Matter of fact my grandfather is a professor there. I did well on my SAT’s and plan to go next fall. Dave’s house is only about five miles away from the campus so after we move in, it will be an easy commute.” Abby said. After a little more small talk, Natalie said she needed to get back to her room. Dave, Abby and Julie started to walk back to their own suite.

“So we are moving to Dave’s house?” Julie asked Abby. “When was that decision made?” Dave thought he detected a little irritation in Julie’s voice.

“Well, it is bigger than ours and closer to the university and your office.” Abby said. “Plus Dave has his office already set up there. It makes sense. I asked Trish and Pam for their opinion whether to sell or rent our house. They both say it is a buyer’s market so I am thinking it better if we rent out our house for now.”

Pam was a real estate broker and owned her own agency. Trish had been a high school counselor for years because she had a Master’s degree in psychology but did not really care for it. Two years ago, at thirty one, she decided to change careers and get a real estate license. Julie had pointed this out to Dave to explain how Pam, a beta, was the professional boss of her sister Trish who was an alpha within the family. Privately, Pam had to answer to her sister and bow to her will.

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(Chapters 52 — 57 of ‘Devoted Wife to Ultimate Fucktoy’. Recap of where we are in the story: Gina has come a long way since separating from her husband Matt (after his infidelity). Thanks to her personal trainer and gay friend Orlando, she has gotten into the best shape of her life. Together they have worked hard so that Gina could turn herself into the ultimate fucktoy. Also under Orlando’s guidance, she has made great progress in her ‘anal training’. But what began as merely taking dildos in her virgin ass progressed to Orlando fucking her in the ass for the first time.

So, Gina is currently having a secret anal-only affair with Orlando. The only person who knows about it is Orlando’s boyfriend Craig.

Gina is also in a relationship with Josh, who Orlando introduced her to. Josh is dominant in nature and sees great potential in making Gina his submissive cumwhore. Although they are dating, their relationship is not conventional. It is based almost entirely on sex, which is perfect for Gina at this point in her life. For now, Josh is enjoying the power he already has over Gina and building up the anticipation before they fuck for the first time. Josh wants Gina to worship his cock. She is ready for him to turn her into his cumwhore, and she even has a collar that she wears for him with that word written on it. Gina is in the frame of mind that she will do anything it takes to finally be able to take Josh’s enormous cock in her pussy and ass, and this includes swallowing multiple loads of his cum, getting sprayed by his cum and wearing it while hanging out in his apartment and letting it dry into her skin.

Josh tested Gina by inviting his friend Andre to his apartment to fuck Gina. Gina, who is rapidly growing into her cumwhore role, accepted the challenge and let Andre fuck her brains out, including in her ass. As a reward, after Andre left, Josh later let Gina give him a blowjob for the first time.

But the biggest surprise of all was yet to come. On a separate night, Josh invited Gina’s best-friend Kim to the apartment. This was a total surprise to Gina and she was concerned because Kim was married and was already struggling with remaining faithful to her husband. It seemed that Josh and Kim had planned this evening, though Gina didn’t know what was going to happen. As the evening went on, Josh stripped Kim naked, tied her up and gagged her like Gina. Gina thought that would be the end of the evening’s activities, that Josh would just get off on having two hot naked women tied up and at his mercy. But Josh went further. With Gina tied to the bed and unable to do anything about it, Josh placed a very horny Kim on the bed and proceeded to fuck her in all her holes — not only turning Kim into a cheating wife for the first time, but also taking her anal virginity.

In direct response to that night, Kim sought to make amends by asking Gina to fuck her husband Ben. Kim’s proposal was that Gina would spend one night with Ben, which she hoped would even the score, even though Ben still had no idea Kim had just cheated on him for the first time. Kim and Ben are a very strong married couple, and Ben has always been faithful to her. Their wedding anniversary was coming up and they were booked into a luxurious hotel, but Kim suggested that Gina should take her place. It would be like Kim’s special anniversary gift to Ben: one night of extra-marital sex with the ultimate fucktoy Gina, who Kim knew Ben is very attracted to. Gina was unsure at first whether to do it because she didn’t want to threaten Ben and Kim’s 20+ year marriage, but Kim convinced her to do it. Josh gave Gina permission to do it too, as long as she wore her CUMWHORE collar with Ben.

In the previous part, Gina went to the hotel, and surprised Ben in the hotel suite. Although Ben was deeply conflicted because of his loyalty to his wife Kim, his desire for Gina won out and he ended up fucking Gina twice, the second time in her ass. It was a spectacular night of forbidden sex and an experience that would not only change Ben and Kim’s marriage forever, but also change Gina’s relationship with them.

At the end of the last part, Gina spoke with Josh on the phone to tell him about her night of sex with Ben. Josh was pleased but then made a demand that created further conflict for Gina: he requested that Gina bring Kim with her later when she was going to Josh’s apartment, implying that Josh wanted to fuck Kim again.)

52

Back at home later that day, Gina received a voice message from Kim in which she said: ‘Gina, thanks so much for doing such an amazing job fucking Ben! I think it went even better than we could’ve hoped! From what Ben told me, you really put on an unforgettable performance! He rushed home directly from the hotel and I was waiting for him in our bedroom with a similar outfit to yours — wearing nothing but my red high heels, although I didn’t have a collar. He was so fucking horny after being with you. And I was very eager to reclaim him or make him mine again, izmir escort so we had an incredible fuck! One of the best we’ve ever had! It really was very special and raunchy. He lay on top of me with his big juicy cock in my pussy and it made me so wet just thinking about how this same cock had been used to fill every one of your holes not long ago! He took his time and told me all about what he had done with you. Oh my god Gina, you really did fuck him good, didn’t you! But then again I wouldn’t expect anything less from such an exceptional cumwhore!’

Gina walked around her bedroom holding the phone and smiling while listening to Kim’s message.

‘It does make me feel a bit jealous when I think of your unbelievably hot body and how horny you must have made Ben,’ Kim continued. ‘But it also motivates me to continue my training with Craig so that I can at least attempt to keep up with you. One last thing — I don’t think I can meet up with you tonight like we talked about. Ben and I have a special night planned here. He’s going to fuck me in the ass for the first time and I’m so excited! I think of all the things he did with you last night at the hotel, he’s guiltiest about having anal sex with you. I know he must have enjoyed your incredible ass so much, but he thinks I must be disappointed that his first anal fuck was with you rather than me. But I assured him I’m fine about it and I just can’t wait to experience it with him. So anyway, I just wanted to let you know that Ben and I are doing great after his very naughty one-night stand with you. We just both have to adjust to the new situation. I hope you’re not too disappointed about tonight. How about if we have a girls night at your house tomorrow evening instead?’

Gina was relieved that Kim postponed because it gave her more time to decide what to do about Josh. She rang him straightaway to tell him.

‘Hi Josh, I’m really sorry but Kim isn’t free this evening,’ Gina said. ‘She and Ben are busy getting re-acquainted after his wild night with me.’

‘That’s disappointing,’ Josh said. ‘Did you tell her that I wanted her to come over to my apartment with you later?’

‘Not yet, but I will. Kim said she’ll be free tomorrow evening. Could we do it then instead?’

There was a pause on the other end of the line, before Josh answered. ‘Tomorrow at 7 so at my apartment. But it’s very important that you bring Kim with you. I know how you feel about her as your friend and you don’t want her to cheat on her husband again. But I’m taking the decision out of your hands. All you have to do is say it to her and let her decide. Like you, she has great cumwhore potential and I want to help her fulfill it. Besides, it shouldn’t be such a big deal for her anymore after what her husband did with you. Sounds like you really fucked his brains out!’

‘Ooh, I was a total whore for him!’ Gina said, pleased with herself. ‘I wish you could’ve seen me! You would’ve been proud of my performance. It was so erotic and exciting, especially because we know each other so well and I was his first ever extra-marital fuck. And after what you had done with Kim, I wanted to give him a very special night of sex.’

‘Did you take any photos?’

‘Not of us having sex, but I have a few of me naked and covered in his cum.’

‘Excellent. I want you to send all of them to me.’

So, it was decided. Gina would have to try and convince Kim to go with her the following evening to Josh’s apartment, where in all likelihood Josh would want to fuck her again while Gina watched. Gina really didn’t want to disappoint Josh, so she was already trying to rationalise in her mind that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if Kim fucked Josh one more time, but then went back to being faithful to Ben again.

53

Even though Gina wouldn’t be meeting Josh or Kim until the next day, she went to her lingerie drawer and choose a sexy black sheer set and put them on, along with her CUMWHORE collar. She also put on her red high heels, the same pair she had worn throughout her night with Ben. She then went downstairs and did lots of household chores, which she was behind on, including the laundry and cleaning over the kitchen. Gina knew that one of the main reasons she was doing so well in her cumwhore training was that she was following Josh’s instruction to become sexualised even when doing ordinary things. It was commonplace for her now to bring dildos and butt-plugs to work, to insert a large butt-plug into her ass before group meetings, and to dress in a way that expertly showed off her incredible body without being slutty. There was a group of four male senior executives at her company that usually dined together at the work canteen, and she often saw them looking in her direction and she was sure that they talked about her. Gina allowed her mind to wander occasionally and fantasize about a work conference where she would let all four of the men take turns fucking her. The fact kahramanmaraş escort that they were all married men made the fantasy even more erotic, but she indulged in it because she knew it would never happen. Not just because she didn’t want them to cheat on their wives for real, but also because she didn’t want to complicate her everyday life by having sex with men from work. The fantasy and the thrill of being desired by men at work had to be enough.

At home, it also felt good for her to, for example, stand in her kitchen and chop the vegetables for dinner while sexualised in her cumwhore outfit. She liked spending large parts of her days with a wet pussy and thinking about future possible encounters with men. One of the most exciting parts of this journey she was on since separating from Matt was how much she could prioritise sex. Sex was no longer a peripheral part of her life — it was now absolutely central to it like never before. Her primary focus was to make herself desirable to men and to be an expert at pleasuring men in the bedroom. Everything else in her life had faded into the background as secondary. One of the main reasons why Gina had become even closer to Kim in recent months was that Kim was the only one who knew and supported this new focus in Gina’s life. This phase would surely have to end at some point and she would have to go on living a more normal life, but she was determined to embrace and enjoy every moment of it until then.

As she continued with her chores in the kitchen, Gina smiled to herself thinking about all the naughty things she had done with Ben the night before and earlier that very day at the hotel. She still had a lot of his cum inside her. But she was also thinking about other possibilities, such as Dominic, the young man who worked at the hotel and whose number she had. And she was toying with the idea of calling Josh’s friend Andre sometime soon for another illicit fuck. Then there were a couple of really hot guys from her gym who she only knew to see, but was sure would be easy to hook up with if she showed any interest in them rather than merely allowing them to admire her body while she worked out.

The possibilities were exciting to even think about. For the moment at least, she was happy to just have Orlando and Craig to meet up with regularly to fuck her in her ass after her workouts, as well as being subjugated and trained by Josh. In the back of her mind, Gina was also thinking about her husband Matt and wondering if a time would come when they would have one last fuck, allowing him to experience for the first time fucking her in the ass. That was the appeal of it for her. She really did want to show him how far she had come sexually since they separated.

Just as she was finished preparing dinner, she heard the phone ring and was pleasantly surprised when she saw it was Matt calling. She took her phone and answered while walking out of the kitchen.

‘Gina, have you talked to Lily in the past few days?’ Matt asked.

‘No, is everything okay?’ Gina walked to the stairs and went up towards her bedroom.

‘Do you know she broke up with Pierre?’

‘I had no idea, no. When did this happen?’

‘Last week,’ Matt said.

‘Why didn’t she tell me?’ Gina said, offended and concerned that her own daughter wouldn’t tell her about breaking up with her boyfriend.

‘I don’t know. Maybe she thinks you’re too busy,’ Matt said.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Nothing, Gina. I’m not trying to judge or accuse you, and I understand that you’re on this journey of sexual discovery or whatever with other men. I know that’s none of my business any more, but I think Lily has the impression that you’re unavailable.’

‘You haven’t told her anything have you about my private life?’ Gina asked, turning into her bedroom.

‘No, of course not. But, maybe she just senses because you don’t call her as often now that you’re busy all the time. Anyway, I’m calling to fill you in and let you know I’m driving up today to see her if you’d like to come along. Are you free today?’

‘I am actually.’

‘Great, would you like to drive together? I could call by and pick you up?’

Gina hesitated. She was standing in front of the mirror, observing her cumwhore look, amused by the fact that Matt had no idea she was dressed like this. She wanted to visit Lily, but she had to reflect for a moment on whether it would be a good idea to travel to the university with Matt.

‘Okay — that would be nice,’ she eventually said, deciding she had no real reason not to now that her day was free.

Matt seemed very pleased and he arranged to call by in an hour to pick her up. Gina took off her collar and high heels and changed into a white set of lingerie. She had thrown out all her functional underwear and now only ever wore sexy lingerie under her clothes, no matter where she was going. She selected a casual white skirt manavgat escort and pink cotton top, both of which were stylish and tight-fitting, and showed off her fit hot body without being overt. She choose a more appropriate pair of high heels that had a shorter heel but that she knew Matt would appreciate nonetheless. As she finished getting ready, she remembered that she had phoned Matt when she was on her way to the hotel to meet Ben. She had only told him that she was on her way to have a one-night stand with a friend’s husband without revealing who it was. And now Gina was wondering if Matt had reached out to her today because he was curious about how it went. Matt had made it clear that he wanted the chance to fuck her soon and perhaps this was his way of staying in touch and keeping Gina from forgetting about him.

Gina walked out of the house as soon as Matt’s car pulled up outside because she didn’t want to invite him in as she believed he would probably request to fuck. Even though the pain of his infidelity had eased a lot over the last few months, especially because of all the sex with other men she had experienced, Gina was still conflicted about fucking Matt again. Despite being curious, she didn’t want all the emotional complications that would follow.

Matt watched her closely as he approached the car and got in. They kissed on the cheek to greet one another and Matt complimented her on how she looked. Gina thought it was sweet how pleased he seemed to be hanging out with her and she had to admit, it did feel nice to be in his company because they knew how to get along.

‘So, how did your hot date go last night?’ Matt asked after a few minutes, confirming what Gina had suspected. ‘Or maybe “date” is the wrong word. What did you call it — a one-night stand with a friend’s husband?’

Matt’s mood was good and he was doing his best to talk about it in a light-hearted way, without conveying jealousy, even though he obviously would have been feeling it.

‘That’s right. It was… a wonderful night,’ Gina answered honestly.

Matt smiled at her because she suddenly seemed a little bashful talking about it.

‘I’m very curious to know which friend it is who let you spend a night with her husband,’ Matt said. ‘Any hints?’

‘No, I’m afraid not. I’m sworn to secrecy!’

‘Well, if it’s a friend, it would presumably have to be a close friend, someone who trusts you enough with their husband. So, that narrows it down.’

‘There’s no point in trying to guess, Matt,’ Gina said, smiling. ‘I’ll never tell.’

But this didn’t put him off. He went through all her circle of closest friends, naming one after another. It’s either Denise, Kim, Jane, or Becky… Denise’s husband Kevin is a nice guy but I can’t imagine it’s him because he’s not exactly the most handsome man. Not your type anyway. Kim and you go way back, but I don’t think it’s her either because Ben isn’t the kind of man who would ever…’

Matt was glancing over at Gina while driving to try to read her reactions on her face. He must have noticed her awkwardness when talking about Kim and Ben because he suddenly stopped talking, examined her expression more closely, then said: ‘Wait… Is it Ben? You’re blushing! It’s totally Ben!’

Matt was smiling, like he had just solved a big mystery.

‘It’s not Ben,’ Gina tried to protest, but she wasn’t very convincing.

‘It is! You’re my wife, nobody knows you better than me. You totally fucked Ben, didn’t you!’

Gina was going to deny it again, but she relented. ‘All right. It was Ben,’ she said, throwing her hands up and smiling with a guilty look on her face.

‘I knew it! I mean, I can’t believe it. That’s incredible, but wow! How does something like that even happen?’

‘Matt, we shouldn’t be even talking about it.’

‘Don’t worry, I’ll be discrete. It’s just you and me talking. I’m just curious how it came about.’

Gina looked at Matt and relented. ‘Okay, well it all started with Kim. She wanted to give Ben a special anniversary gift. So… I was his gift!’

Matt looked genuinely stunned, like Ben was the last person he expected to have extra-marital sex.

‘And did he feel guilty about having sex with a new woman? I mean, Ben and Kim were always like the closest married couple you could ever meet.’

‘They still are,’ Gina said. ‘He was feeling very guilty, yes, but we were all on the same page about it. It was just sex. Very wild, raunchy sex! But nothing more.’

‘And what happened? You and Ben fucked and he went back home to Kim afterwards?’

‘Not exactly…’ Gina said, realising how naughty and shocking it all seemed when saying it out loud. ‘Actually, we stayed over in the hotel together. And in total he came four times. I gave him two blowjobs, he fucked me once in my pussy and…’ Gina paused, looked at Matt guiltily but smiling too, and then said it: ‘and he also fucked me in my ass!’

Matt looked like he had just heard the most surprising information in his entire life. He had to steady himself to focus on driving safely.

‘Ben — Kim’s Ben — fucked you in the ass!’ Matt said in disbelief.

‘Yes — just last night.’

Matt drove on, reflecting for a moment, trying to adjust to the fact that a man he had known for over 20 years had fucked his wife in the ass before even he had.

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It started innocently. I woke up late for work. The day before, I had taken a long car trip and was very tired by the time I reached home. The next morning, I was rushing to get to work. Stopping at the gas station to get my coffee, I noticed this young girl with a look of desperation on her face. She was standing by the pump and looked like she was almost in tears. I asked her what was the problem? She told me that after her credit card wouldn’t work, the attendant told her to pump anyway and pay in cash. The trouble was she didn’t have the cash. Taking pity on her, I gave her the twenty dollars. She seemed very appreciative and asked how she could pay me back. I gave her one of my business cards and told her to send me a “Thank You” card. Then I got in my car and drove off to work. A few days passed and I thought no more about the incident. Then one evening my phone rang. “Hello?”

“Hello. May I speak to Mr. James Jamison?”

“Yes! This is he.” The voice on the phone took a deep breath and then she began to talk in a rush. “Mr. Jamison, this is Carol. I’m the girl that you gave the $20 dollars to for gas. I would like to come by and give it back to you if that’s alright?” My mind did a fast recall. Then I remembered. “Well hello Carol. Of course you can come by and pay me back.” I gave her my address and hung up.

Twenty minutes later, my bell rang. I opened the door and there stood Carol. She was not dressed as I remembered her. This time she wore a knee length skirt, flat shoes, white socks, a nice blouse and what looked like a school jacket. She looked somewhat like a schoolgirl. I invited her in. I looked at her and she smiled. “I must say, you don’t look anything like I remember you.” Carol laughed. “I was on my way to work that day. Today, I’m dressed up for a job play. I was the schoolgirl.” I smiled at her. “Well I must say, you look the part. I was getting ready to ask you if you were really old enough to drive.”

Carol laughed. “Oh Mr. Jamison, I’m 19 years old. Did I interrupt you having dinner? Something smells real good.” I laughed at her. “As a matter of fact, I was in the middle of cooking dinner. Would you like to stay and have dinner with me?” Carol looked around. “Well if I’m not intruding?”

“No Carol. I live alone so having company for dinner would be a treat.” I took Carol’s jacket and led her to the living room. “Would you like something to drink? I have wine, liquor or maybe a young girl like you would like soda instead?”

“Wine would be fine.” I went and poured her a glass of wine. Then leaving her to look around went back to my cooking. When I came back to the living room, I saw that Carol had noticed my laptop sitting on the table. I had been working on a story and had left it on. When she heard me walking in, she jumped and turned around.

Remembering that I had been working on a story about spanking, I was mildly embarrassed. “I hope my story doesn’t offend you. I write erotic stories for the Internet.” I could see that Carol was slightly embarrassed. “No! No! In fact, I was intrigued. I’ve never read a story about someone liking a spanking. In fact, I never knew that you were supposed to get hot from one.” I smiled.

It seemed that Carol had not been exposed to the seamier side of sex. The timer went off and I went into the kitchen. Carol continued to read as I set the table. When I called her into the dining room, she stopped at the door. I had set the table with candlelight. I seated her and poured wine into the goblets. Then I put some soft music on the stereo. We began to eat and after the first bite, Carol looked at me. “This is delicious. Are you a gourmet cook?” I laughed so hard I almost choked. “Not by a long shot. I just like cooking and enjoying a good meal. I’m glad you like it. So did you like my story?” Carol almost turned red with embarrassment. “Mr. Jamison…”

“Please call me James.”

“Ok James! James, I didn’t know that a spanking could be sexual?” There was something in the way that she said it. I have known many women who loved being spanked and a few of them learned about their fetish late in life. Carol sounded like she had experienced a spanking and the warm feeling from it. But I didn’t want to scare her by being crass or vulgar.

I set my fork down and took a sip of wine. “Carol, men and women are turned on by many different things. Some are very normal as far as the word normal goes. And some are more exotic. But as long as it is agreed between the two people that they are doing it for enjoyment, anything is OK between them. Tell me, have you ever experienced a spanking as a grown person?”

This time, Carol did blush. She picked up her wine and took a sip. While she sipped, she looked over her glass at me. Then she put her glass down on the table. Her hands were shaking slightly. “James, I live with my aunt. She took me in when my mom became sick. I was 16 and a bit wild. We lived in Kansas and moving here was a big change. I got caught having sex in her house and she kütahya escort gave me a spanking. Aunt Flo, her name is Florence, is a big woman. She is about your height but she weighs about 240. She is a very good person but she doesn’t have a husband or boyfriend. She has a scar on her face from a car accident and I guess it turns a lot of men off. Well she is kind of strict and when I mess up, she doesn’t think anything about grabbing me and pulling me over her knee.” Carol stopped talking and took another sip of wine. Then she took a small fork full of food and looked at her plate as she chewed.

Her actions told me more than she knew. I decided to pick up the conversation from her. “Carol? Do you get excited when your aunt spanks you?” Carol didn’t say anything. Then she began to speak, but her voice was whisper soft. “I thought there was something wrong with me. I didn’t know who I could talk to about it. It sounded so weird and wrong to me. The first time Aunt Flo spanked me was when I got caught with the boy. I’m not a virgin. That’s part of the reason I was sent her to live with Aunt Flo. After she spanked me she sent me to my room. I was embarrassed cause she had made me strip and had spanked my bare ass.

Aunt Flo had closed her room door but I could hear soft noises coming from her room. I sat on the bed mad as hell that she had spanked me. I’m not a child. But I could feel a warmth spreading down in my pussy.” She looked up at me to see if I reacted to her use of the word pussy. “I couldn’t help it. I started to feel just as warm and tingly as I do after sex. I started to rub myself and couldn’t stop until I came.” Her story had me hard as nails. I was glad that we were sitting at a table opposite each other. My hand was in my lap and I was squeezing my hard cock to stop the throbbing. I swallowed hard to try and calm my racing breath. “I thought it had something to do with the sex I was going to have with the guy. But the next time I got caught playing hooky, Aunt Flo spanked me again.” I had to ask. “This time did she spank you naked like the last time?”

Carol looked at me. I could tell that she was getting a bit excited by telling me all this. I was getting very excited by her tale. “Aunt Flo always spanks me naked. She said she’s not going to waste energy spanking clothes.” My cock was throbbing even more. “And does she lock herself in her bedroom every time she spanks you?” Carol blushed even more. She bent her head down and talked into her plate. “I think she plays with herself. I hear the same kind of noises that I know she makes when she plays with herself.”

“How do you know she plays with herself?”

“I peeked through her keyhole and saw her one night. Like I said, she doesn’t have a boyfriend or husband. I guess even she needs relief sometimes.” I had to know more. “What made you sneak a peek at your aunt?” Carol stopped eating and held up her empty wineglass. “Could I have some more wine please?” I poured the wine across the table. I dare not get up and let her see the raging hardon that I wore. Carol sipped a lot of the wine from her glass.

“About once a week, I would go out. I noticed that whenever I went out, when I came back, Aunt Flo would be sound asleep. One time when I came in, she was asleep but I noticed that she had a fat dildo on the blanket beside her. When I looked again later, it was gone. Well I know what a dildo is and what you use it for, so I decided to see if what I thought was correct.”

By now, I was literally jerking on my cock. I would have loved to have taken it out and really stroked it but I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide what I did. I took a sip from my glass and even I could see that my hands shook. Carol continued her story. “I waited a week and when I was suppose to go out, I left the door unlocked. I waited awhile then snuck back in the house. Aunt Flo’s door was ajar and I could hear her moaning and whimpering. I sneaked up the stairs making sure I didn’t make a sound. When I peeked in through the crack, I saw aunt Flo lying on the bed. Her legs were open wide and she was shoving her dildo in and out of her pussy. Like I told you James, Aunt Flo is a big woman. And seeing those massive thighs spread and her pussy gaped open, well it moved me to. I stood there biting one hand while I played with my pussy with the other. Aunt Flo makes the same kind of sounds after giving me a spanking. When I asked her about the noise coming from her room, she said that my being bad enough for her to spank me makes her cry. I know the sound of crying and cumming and they don’t sound alike. I think that spanking me makes Aunt Flo hot. And she plays with her pussy to make herself cum.”

Carol stopped talking but I could see that her story had a big effect on her. Her face was flushed and she was breathing a bit heavy. Carol is about 5’6″ tall. She has the full body of a grown woman with big tits and a nice round ass. Her light complexion and Shirley malatya escort Temple curls, always gives her a girlish look. I could understand how spanking her bare ass could get one very hot.

“You like getting spanked, don’t you Carol?” Carol looked up and me then back down at her plate. But not before I saw the red flush in her face. “Yes”, she whispered. “And when Aunt Flo spanks you, you go in your room and play with your pussy don’t you?” This time she just nodded her head. I wanted nothing more than to take this young girl across my knee and spank her. The thought of turning her soft cream colored ass red was enough to make my dick leak pre-cum. I decided to go for broke. “Carol, have you ever been given a spanking by a man?”

“No!” Her voice was so soft, I barely heard her. “If I were to make you stand up and I put you over my knee and lifted your skirt and spanked you would you get excited?” Carol looked up at me. She was breathing very hard. I watched her chest rise and fall. “I’ve been a good girl.”

“Didn’t you forget your money the other day? And didn’t you try to drive off without paying the man?”

“I didn’t mean to. I’ll be good next time, I promise.” Her answer left the door wide open for me.

“Well young lady, the spanking I will give you will insure that you’re good next time.” This time I did stand up. I walked pass her and she had to notice the huge bulge in my pants. I sat down in one of my armchairs then called her into the room. Carol came into the room and stood with her hands behind her back. Wearing the outfit she wore made the scene even more erotic. “You left your money home the other day and instead of asking the man to be kind and do you a favor, you attempted to drive off. I had to come to your rescue and lend you money. For being so naughty, I am going to have to teach you a lesson.” Carol bounced from one foot to the other just like a little girl. “Oh please sir. I didn’t mean to.”

“Come here Carol.” Carol came closer and I pulled her gently across my lap. I lifted up her skirt and found that Carol wore plain cotton white panties. “Please sir! I promise to behave.” My hand was rubbing her ass across her panty. I lifted my hand and the first smack landed on her soft ass. SMACK! I felt her soft skin quiver as my palm made contact. “Ohhh!” Carol’s soft moan filled the room. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I alternated my smacks between her soft cheeks. I could see the spreading dampness between her thighs. When my hand brushed between them, Carol lifted her ass and opened her thighs a bit more. I delivered six more smacks giving each cheek a total of five. “I don’t believe in spanking clothes either,” I said as I began to peel Carol’s panties down. I wanted to see just how red I had made her bottom. “Please sir, I have to go to the bathroom.”

I stopped with my hands in her waistband. “Stalling will not stop me from spanking you young lady.”

“No sir! I really do have to pee.” Carol was twitching and grinding her pussy against my thighs. “Well to make sure that you are telling me the truth, I will have to stand and watch you.” Carol’s whole body seemed to blush. “I’d be too ashamed to do that in front of you.”

“Well young lady, I know how you young girls tell lies to spare getting a spanking. Either I watch you or we continue with teaching you a lesson.” Carol didn’t say a word. “Ok we continue.” I was pulling down her panty and could just see the flush of red as her cheeks were revealed when Carol cried out. “OK! I really have to go sir. If I don’t go, I’ll make a mistake on myself.”

I let her up and taking her hand led her to the bathroom. I flicked on the light and her eyes blinked in the harsh brightness. I stood by the door as Carol walked over to the toilet. Looking at me, her face a bright red from embarrassment, Carol slowly pushed her panties down. Then she sat on the toilet. The splash of her pee hitting the water was so loud that she moaned in shame. Hearing her pee only enflamed my lust more. Carol continued to pee for what seemed like an eternity. The more she let out the more embarrassed she became. By the time she dribbled out the last few drops, she was crying. “I never did that in front of anyone before. Oh sir I’m so ashamed.” She was about to pull her panties up when I stopped her. “Leave them off. I would only have to take them off to continue your spanking. And remove that skirt. It’s getting wrinkled from being bunched up around your waste. I watched Carol remove her skirt and panty. Then I had her go back into the living room and stand by the chair.

I needed a drink. Not wine, I needed a real drink. I watched Carol stand nervously as I poured myself one. Then I sipped it slowly as I watched her. Standing there with just her blouse on, she looked like a little girl. I would have loved to throw her to the floor and fuck her brains out but I knew I had to wait. I pulled Carol back across my lap. Instead of spanking her right away, I batman escort let my hands rub and caress her soft cheeks. I could feel the heat from my previous spanking as I rubbed her.

Carol was making soft whimpering noises each time my hands strayed down between her thighs. She would open her legs and lift her ass to allow me to touch her hairy pussy. “Now Carol, I am going to give you the last of your punishment. I hope that in the future you learn from this lesson.” SMACK! The sound of my palm striking her bare flesh was like a gunshot. “Oh Sir!” Carol moaned. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Back and forth from cheek to cheek I spanked her. Carol wiggled and moaned with each hit. Finally I felt her tremble and a warm wetness spread across my pants.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!” Carol’s actions told me that the girl had cum. I couldn’t believe the amount of crème that oozed from her pussy. I pulled her up onto her feet. The stain of her cumming was plain on my light colored pants. Carol! Did you pee on yourself? Is that what I see on my pants?” Carol was almost out of breath. “No! Oh no sir! I didn’t mean to let that happen. I didn’t pee. That’s not pee.”

“Then what is it?”

Carol looked at her feet. “I came! You spanked me so hard, I came on you.” I looked at her. Her face was flushed and her legs were trembling. I stuck my hand out and let my fingers slide between her thighs. Carol opened her legs to allow me to explore her. Her pussy was drenched. Even as my fingers opened her swollen lips, more cum oozed out of her cunt. ‘Well I certainly can’t continue this spanking with these wet pants on. I will have to remove them. But I will spank you even more for staining them.” I never mentioned the stain that my pre-cum had caused already. I unzipped my pants and unbuckled my belt.

Then I pushed them down off my hips. My dick had worked out from my shorts and as my pants fell, it stood out like a flagpole. “Oh!” Carol moaned upon seeing it. I sat back down and this time when Carol laid across my lap, I positioned her so that my hard dick was between her thighs. I could feel it rubbing against her pussy lips and Carol was moving her ass to rub it even more. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Each time I spanked her, Carol rubbed her pussy harder against my dick. “I’m gonna cum again sir! Oh please! I’m gonna cum again.” This time I shoved my hand between her thighs and pushed my fingers up her soaking cunt. Carol humped her ass hard. “Oh Sir… Oh shit… Oh Sir… Oh shit… Oh fuck… Fuck me… Fuck me!” Carol punctuated each word with the humping of her ass. She was trying to drive my fingers deeper and deeper up her cunt.

Carol slipped off my lap and knelt with her legs open. I watched as she pushed her hand down between her thighs. Carol fingered her pussy with abandon. Then she tensed. “I’m cumming sir! Oh motherfucker! I’m cumming so hard!” Big globs of her crème plopped from her cunt to the carpet. I would have loved to have been underneath her right then, sucking all that crème from her pussy. When Carol lifted her eyes to look at me, I was busy stroking my hard cock. The head was one huge black bulb. I was squeezing it hard. Carol lifted my hand from my dick and moved between my thighs.

“Thank you sir. I’ll be good from no on.” Then she bent her head. The feel of her warm soft lips as she encircled my dick almost made me cum. But I wanted to enjoy the feel of her sucking my cock so I concentrated to hold off. Carol was no novice at cocksucking. She licked the head letting the pre-cum coat her tongue. All the while she looked up into my eyes. Then she took just the head into her mouth. I moaned as she polished my knob. Then she really amazed me. She began to slowly work her head up and down. I’m not too long but I am about 7 1/2 inches. Carol slowly worked my entire length into her mouth and down her throat. Feeling my dick wedge at the back of her throat caused me to explode. I grabbed her head as I felt the head of my cock expand. Then I watched Carol as she swallowed every drop.

Carol lifted her head from my still hard dick and I could see some of my crème in her open mouth. I grabbed her head and pulled her to me. I kissed her hard and tasted my cum in her mouth. Carol stood up and climbed up on the chair. She straddled my thighs and eased herself down. “Please go slow. I’ve never taken a cock as big as yours before.” Carol eased herself down on my throbbing cock. As the head pushed between the lips of her pussy she opened her mouth. The perfect “O” of her lips made me throb as I thought about how well she sucked my dick. “Ahhh! Damn you feel huge. It feels like your splitting my pussy open.”

I couldn’t say a word. The feeling of her hot pussy walls as they surrounded my cock was magnificent. I opened her blouse and pushed her bra up over her tits. Carol’s tits still had the look of an adolescent. Her tits had those big circles that you only see in very young developing breast. I sucked one into my mouth and tongued it as I sucked it. Carol continued to slowly feed my cock in her cunt. “Oh shit James. You’re dick is huge. Fuck me! Oh you big dick motherfucker! Shove that pole up my cunt. Don’t stop fucking me. Please! PPPPLLLLLLEEEEEAAASSSSSSEEEEEE!” Carol screamed out her climax. Then I felt a flood of fluid rush from her cunt and soak my cock and balls.

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“Hmmm,” Ms. Morrigan mused from her seat on the sofa, across the great room. “I just had a thought.”

“Oh?” I inquired. I was standing at the dining room table, polishing her silver. Naked, as she preferred me to be when I did service tasks for her.

She cocked her head and raised her chin, so she was looking slightly down her nose, with seductively lidded eyes, at me. Or, more precisely, at my penis. I immediately took notice and got even more rigid than I usually was when I was in her presence but occupied with a task.

“I was just picturing myself as a milkmaid.”

“A milkmaid?” I repeated. I looked at her quizzically, sitting there with her feet tucked up under her shapely thighs… which were clad in new black leather pants. “You don’t really… look like any milkmaid I’ve ever seen.”

She laughed, but then she raised her right hand and observed it, as she curled her fingers slightly, forming an invisible cylinder between fingers and palm.

“Just thinking about soft, supple, pink udders, waiting to be milked.”

“Umm…” I stuttered. “My, um, udder isn’t very… soft right now.”

“I could still milk it.” She began to slowly flex the loose fist she was making, moving it slightly up and down.

I felt my heart skip a beat, then quickly double its pace. Ms. M had never discussed providing pleasure to *me* before; beyond the pleasure she expected me to get from serving her.

It had been almost a year since my relationship with Ms. M had begun. For most of that time, it had consisted of trading lengthy erotic literary exchanges online, in between those rare but intoxicating invitations to come to her home to clean her kitchen or worship her feet.

Then recently she had taken our relationship to the next level, sexually. By asking me to surrender all my orgasms to her.

“Ummm,” I stammered. “You know if you did that, I may… experience… something that I promised not to…”

“Hmmm,” she commented. “Well, I could probably accomplish the same effect çeşme escort from across the room.”

I gulped but realized she might be right. I was already involuntarily moving my pelvis to match the rhythm of her hand.

“So… how badly do you want that?”

I could literally hear my heart in my chest. Was my goddess offering me an orgasm? I was awash with confused ambivalence.

“I’m… not sure I’m ready for that,” I replied, my tongue thick in my suddenly-dry mouth. And in truth, I *wasn’t* ready. I was still getting used to the idea of *not* having orgasms, three weeks after Ms. Morrigan had matter-of-factly informed me that she wanted me to give them up for her. Interestingly, I had found the second week more difficult than the third. I was learning how *not* to think about having one today, having one tonight, having one this week. I was learning to be pleased with myself as each day rolled off the finite calendar without me indulging myself in that particular intense pleasure.

I was learning to love the idea that denying me orgasms was actually pleasurable to Ms. Morrigan in exact proportion to the pleasure I was doing without. I liked to imagine that with her powers, her interest and knowledge of mystical things, that she had some magical ability to capture each surrendered orgasm, so that each peak of ecstasy that I was foregoing was not, in fact, lost into the void of irretrievable time; but rather gathered up by her, across the miles, so *she* could relish and savor each quivering delight that I was being denied.

She hadn’t given me a duration, or an end date, for my commitment. But I had decided that at any rate, I wanted Ms. Morrigan to have been the recipient of my “personal best.” And I was now three weeks toward that goal…

“I don’t think you’re ready for that either,” she replied. But she didn’t stop her pantomime of gently squeezing and stroking an erection. *My* erection.

“Hands behind your back,” başakşehir escort she ordered. I promptly complied, but quickly realized that *consciously* not touching myself was just increasing my sensitivity. I was fixated on the rhythmic motion of her hand, and it was like the hypersensitive flesh along the shaft of my penis was pulsating in unison. I could practically feel her hand — for the first time! — warm, soft, and moist.

That hand continued to milk the invisible shaft that it was encircling. I could see, sense, almost feel her moving, three actions at once in perfect harmony — up and down; clockwise and counter-clockwise; looser and tighter. Like a tiny boat rocking in the surf, I thought; and in a sudden effort to steady myself, I found myself widening my stance.

“Huh uh,” she cautioned. “Knees together.”

I gulped and shifted so my knees were touching, and felt the pressure of my thighs squeezing against the engorged thickness at my perineum. It was a dangerous feeling.

“Mm… Morrigan,” delighting and frightening myself with the thought that that had sounded like a moan instead of a stutter; that I had just gasped out my goddess’ name without her permission to drop the honorific “Ms.”

I closed my eyes, and had a vision… a vision of my rising orgasm as a brooding, boiling storm cloud, dark thunderheads piling one on top of the other as they ascended and enveloped a snow-capped mountaintop. And the mountain peak was itself a tower of fresh and fragile snow, stacked skyward on a stone precipice. A glacier atop an alp, about to edge past the tipping point and become a raging torrent of unleashed kinetic energy, thundering down the hillside, leveling forests, obliterating villages, capsizing ocean liners in the now placid fjord below. My orgasm was going to be apocalyptic.

I felt helpless, as if there was ever anything that one solitary man could do to prevent the coming cataclysm; but even if küçükçekmece escort there was, that moment was now passed, and all I could do was watch the face of the avalanche descend and destroy. And then the point was reached, and I heard my own heartbeat and frantic breath as loud as the thunder of the ice shelf crumbling.

And then it stopped.

For a second I could hear the wind in the boughs of the intact evergreens on the mountainside, between the pounding of my own heartbeat in my ears; then I opened my eyes. Ms. Morrigan had released her hand from the loose fist it was in, and was casually admiring her nails.

My penis was bobbing in the air in front of me. Ms. Morrigan placed her hands above her breast, fingers splayed open, in a gesture of mock surprise and modesty that mirrored the wide-eyed but devious expression on her face.

My glans flared and I saw — but did not feel — a pearl of milky semen appear at the tip. But instead of spurting powerfully across the table, it just created a single, sluggish stream that trickled out in slow motion, like opaque shampoo reluctant to leave the bottle, and pooled languidly on the maple tabletop in front of me.

I whimpered. She had ruined me to perfection. From across the room, without touching me.

My shoulders slumped, although my muscles were all still tensed, screaming for release. I could still feel my blood pulsing through my veins, in every part of my body, with every beat of my heart. My cock was still turgid, nodding in front of me, but it was suddenly numb. The avalanche had crested, creating an overhang that cast the peaceful village below in ominous shadow, but it was frozen in place, while the storm clouds dissipated and the sky faded to a lifeless, sullen gray.

I looked up in desperation at Ms. Morrigan, who was repositioning herself in her seat, looking pleased with herself.

“So,” she said, “I guess it’s back to day zero for you, hmm?”

But, but, but, I thought. I hadn’t orgasmed! Not really.

She smiled and shrugged. Then she gestured with her eyes toward the table in front of me. I looked down at the glistening puddle — three weeks’ worth of my essence, wasted, cooling in the evening air on the table in front of me.

Morrigan waited for my eyes to lock back on hers, then calmly stated, “It looks like you have some cleaning up to do.”

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My Post-Covid Cuckold Life

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My Post Covid, Post Modern Cuckold Dilemma

This is an edited version of the story I recently submitted. I thank anonymous for their helpful editorial observation and “wri”st”is now “wrist.” I had originally meant to split the story into two chapters but have combined them here. May the fish be with you.

It started after the worst of covid had passed and we were all vaxxed to the max. I was happy when Ellen decided to get back to regular tennis to work on her “covid bulge.’ About a month after, she mentioned that Will, one of the regular club members had asked her to join him on the club’s mixed doubles ladder. I had no difficulty with that, other than a slight envy that Will had managed to maintain his weight through the epidemic. While my covid bulge had yet to budge. Furthermore, I had developed high blood pressure and I was having problems getting and staying erect; a condition compounded by the drugs I had to take.

Ellen and Will turned out to be a good pairing and after a couple of months on the club ladder, they were invited to represent the club in inter-club tournaments, many of which required weekend travel to other clubs in the state. Again, I had no problem with this and in fact was happy to see Ellen taking an interest in life again. Our daughter had gone off to article in New York two years ago and between that and the pandemic Ellen had seemed on the edge of depression. But now she had lost her bulge while retaining her pre-covid MLIF curves and was dressing sexier than she had before. I couldn’t help but be proud seeing admiring glances she drew from other men and women whenever we went out. At the same time, I was aware and mildly concerned that Ellen and Will were spending most weekends together and I was the “plus one” when we were all together.

Then one Friday, I came home early to see Will’s Tesla in the driveway. I didn’t think much of it as they always travelled to tournaments in his car. But as I entered the house, I heard passionate moaning from the upstairs bedroom. A real man would have stormed up to confront them then and there, but I left the house quietly and drove to a nearby bar for a drink.

I busied myself with yard work Saturday, but on Sunday called a lawyer friend of mine for advice on divorce. He cautioned me to be careful and that I had to confront them before proceeding one way or the other. Ellen and Will were late I’d had a couple of drinks I was feeling no pain when they finally arrived. As they walked into our living room, Ellen gasped on seeing Will’s fitness monitor and silk boxers along with her cum stained panties on the living room coffee table.

Will played it cool and said, “Oh good, you found my fitness monitor.” and nonchalantly put it on his wrist. I pointed to the boxers and panties saying, “Oh and it looks like you forgot these too.” Ellen’s face went crimson, and she rushed to our bedroom while Will, calmly picked up both pieces of underwear and followed Ellen. Ten minutes later he came down and said “Peety you’re pissed, and you’ve upset Ellen terribly. We’ll talk about this tomorrow morning when you are sober.” Then he left leaving me sitting mutely with my mouth open.

I woke up the next morning with a fuzzy head to find that Ellen had left towels and fresh clothes on the coffee table with a note. “Shower shave and be ready to meet Will and me back at 9:30. Oh and because you liked them so much you can wear my used panties instead of your boxers.” I was somewhat perplexed but went off to the downstairs bathroom to shower and shave. I dressed in the baggy shorts and T-shirt she had provided and was rather annoyed at the panties but had to admit they felt sexy. As I headed upstairs to the smell of fresh coffee, I found Ellen and Will waiting for me. Will maltepe escort wore causal weekend wear, khaki trousers and a designer golf shirt which highlighted his upper body while Ellen was dressed in a light blue summer dress the decolletage of which emphasized her firm full breasts.

I poured myself a cup of coffee as Will directed me to sit across from them before then stating in his controlling upper class British accent. “If you didn’t know before – you know now. Ellen and I are partners at more than tennis. Your bedside performance has declined over the past few years. Ellen is in her sexual prime and deserves more than a limp dicked partner and she approached me to fill in, so to speak.”

“We’d like to make it a long-term arrangement but don’t want to leave you out. Ellen told me that you both tried bi threesomes after Abby left for New York and that you were a closet bi in college. I had my IT department investigate your internet history and you’ve been looking at a lot of cuckold sites over the past couple of years. Here is your chance to make it real!”

Will continued, “In our little triad, I am the Alpha, you and Ellen the beta and you sub to us both,”

Will then took off his pants and shirt to stand naked before us revealing his firm torso and semi hard cock nestled in his dark pubic hair. Despite myself, I was licking my lips. He then commanded “Your turn Peety” Something in me tweaked as he used the diminutive of my name and my face turned red as I flashed back to my adolescence when the prep school jocks had bullied me. But I meekly stood up and took off my T-shirt and shorts to reveal my flabby abdomen and my semi hard cock poking out of Ellen’s soiled panties and leaking precum. He looked at it and smirked, “Panties too” and Ellen giggled as I meekly complied pulled out my cock which twitched and hardened just from showing it to them.

Will continued in his controlling upper class British accent “Good boy Peety, it’s not cock size as but attitude that separates us as Ellen will demonstrate. Ellen then knelt in front of Will and licked and sucked his cock to a full erection before measuring it. She then turned to me, and though I was already erect, gave me a hand job to make sure. Will was right, our cocks were almost the same size and girth, each about 16.5 cm long from tip to ball sac and about 7.5 cm circumference at the thickest part of the head. The only real difference was that mine was cut, and I couldn’t help but look with fascination as his helmet

Then Ellen spoke for the first time. “Well Peter, my hubby, while we wait for your decision, Will and I are going upstairs to fuck in what was our barren marital bed. In fact, he’s going to take my ass too, something I never let you do. I’ve packed a suitcase with a week’s clothes for you, it is in the downstairs bedroom. If you wish to leave our relationship, take it, and spend the week with your lawyer friend preparing the divorce papers. Will has a friend who will be my attorney.”

“On the other hand, if you wish to continue our relationship, you can be our cuck and realize the cuckold status you have been seeking. You will shower and remove all body hair. Shave your genitals, armpits and ass but use the lotion I’ve put out for the rest of you. Then put on the maid’s outfit I’ve laid out and insert the butt plug I’ve taken from your desk drawer.”

“You are to prepare our supper, I’ve left a chicken in the fridge, put it on the spit to roast on the BBQ. That and baked potatoes and fall vegetable should make a good meal to accompany one of your good wines from our cellar. None of that bargain stuff for Will and me.”

“Further, unless we have company, you are to address me as “Mistress” and Will manavgat escort as “Master.”

Then she took Will’s hand, and they walked slowly upstairs while I stood naked in the living room with a raging hardon. As I headed downstairs to make my decision, Will turned and said, “Peety, it’s your choice, but if you decide to decide to stay you can only wank with our permission. We’ll know if you cheat as we’ve put installed an enhanced security system. To help you control yourself, Ellen’s also put a lovely pink chastity cage next to the butt plug.”

I instinctively replied:” Yes Master” and followed my hard cock downstairs to consider my options.

As I walked naked downstairs to follow my wife, now Mistress Ellen’s, instructions, I couldn’t help but marvel at how quickly my life had changed. Here I was going down to our guest bedroom to shower and depilate my genitals and then dress in sissy clothes to my Mistresses specifications. So much for being the man of the house.

I wasn’t very hairy to start with but still managed to nick my scrotum three times and my penis twice in shaving. My armpits were easier, and I only nicked myself once on my right armpit as I’m right-handed and it was more difficult to manage the razor with my wrong hand. Then a quick shower to wash away any stray hairs. I was severely tempted to relieve my still hard cock but held back as I was sure they’d be watching on the security tapes either live or after they’d finished their mid-morning fuck. I spread the depilating lotion over the rest of my body, waited the requisite fifteen minute and the washed everything off in the shower. and dried myself.

I then confronted the butt plug and yes it was the one I’d “hidden” in my desk drawer. I coated my fingers with lube and gently probed my hole, it had been a long time since I’d last used it. I then lubed the plug butt plug and slowly inserted it into my tight anus. The cock cage was next. I had to find some ice cubes to soften my still hard cock and even then, it barely fit into the cage which would make any future erections most uncomfortable. I toyed with the key before locking the cage and placing both keys in the pink envelope Mistress Ellen had provided.

The rest of it was more exciting – first the thrill of slipping the silky thigh highs over my smooth, hair free legs, the full frisson as I pulled the sexy black panties over my legs and ass, although there was a bulge over my caged cock. It took me a while to fasten the training bra and then the frilly white maid’s blouse and fin*ally the very short maid’s skirt. Although I didn’t know it at the time, Ellen had been kind to me in providing a pair of flats for my feet rather than heels, which would later be my instruments of torture. My cock was throbbing against its cage. When I looked at myself in the full-length mirror it was clear that I looked ridiculous.

I then went to our wine cellar and chose a bottle of Conundrum, a California red I’d become friends with over the past few months, thinking the label was even more appropriate now.

I then washed and trussed the chicken, putting an onion, garlic, fresh thyme and rosemary and salt and pepper in the enteron. I put some oil in an aluminum pan and tossed in some sliced courgettes and sweet peppers which I placed on the rack above the rotisserie. I skewered the chicken and put the temperature probes in the breast and thigh respectively. I was vaguely proud that these were the probes Ellen had given me for my birthday and that I would be able to monitor the temperature from my phone to make sure the bird was cooked perfectly. I’d already put the potatoes in the oven and would be ready when the chicken was done. I made a light salad with a balsamic şişli escort vinegar dressing to start their meal and sliced some strawberries for their desert.

Everything was ready for the two of them when they came down at six thirty for a glass of wine before their meal. Will chuckled when he saw the wine label, saying, “How appropriate, Peety, I’m glad you still have a sense of humor.”

I served their perfectly cooked meal and blushed at their compliments. After they had dined, Ellen went into the kitchen to supervise my meal – one drumstick but no breast for me as Will liked breasts, half a baked potato without butter or sour cream. the remaining grilled vegetables, a small salad and six strawberries with no cream. She chided, “It’s for your own good Peety patting my paunch. You need to trim down.” Then she took the bottle of wine back to Will and entertainment room where they finished it while watching the Australian Open and snuggling on the sofa.

I stayed in the kitchen and had just finished the dishes when Ellen again entered the kitchen and announced, “Now for your evening treat hubby, you may accompany us to our bedroom and watch a real man fuck your wife.”

Before I had time to protest, she took my hand and led me upstairs to what was now literally the Master Bedroom. As I entered, Ellen removed my blouse, apron, and skirt, leaving me in my flat-chested bra, panties, and stockings while Will recorded it on his phone. She told me to stand next to the chair beside the bed, then ordered me to band over. She pulled down my panties, chiding “Naughty boy” on seeing the wet spot from the pre seeping from my caged cock through my panties. She put on latex gloves and removed my butt plug, applied a bit more lube to my hole and inserted a larger plug. I groaned she inserted it, then moaned as I felt it vibrate.

Will chuckled. “Yes Peety, Mistress Ellen is being kind and you can watch us fuck. Now sit down and watch as I take your wife!” He stood by the bed as Ellen knelt before him and unfastened his belt and trousers and briefs to reveal his proudly erect cock.

She laughed as she saw me staring as she licked his helmet and slowly drew back his foreskin and then licked his cumhole, pausing to remark “For some reason, an uncut cock tastes better – something you’ll find out soon.” She took his shaft deep into her mouth and bobbed her head as Will moaned in pleasure.

Ellen stood by my chair and instructed me to remove her bra and panties. She bent over the bed as Will slapped her ass lightly and ran his cock along her crack, mocking me as he scoffed “Yes, I’ve taken her ass Peety, but this time I want her cunt!

I watched transfixed as they rutted. Ellen had turned up vibrator in my butt plug, and my restrained cock throbbed against its cage as my precum soaked my panties. Their pace increased and as they reached their climax, and despite the cage, the probe milked my prostate as my cum dribbled out further drenching my panties.

Will pulled out of Ellen’s pussy with a satisfied smile on his face. Ellen looked at me and pointed to his cock and commanded “Clean it Peety.” I dropped to my knees and engulfed his semi hard prick, and yes, I thought I could taste Ellen too. She laughed as she remarked to Will, “I told you he was a born cocksucker.”

Will withdrew his dick and rubbed it against my cheek as Ellen lay back on the bed spread her legs and demanded “Now get your sissy mouth down here and clean my cunt too!” I obediently moved between her legs and licked, sucked, and lapped their mixed emissions from her vagina, rubbing my nose against her clit and was rewarded by her shuddering climax.

Ellen then sent me to the guest room, where I spent a sleepless night, listening to them fuck as Ellen had revived our long-ago baby monitor mode and paired it to the guest room,

Remorse kicked in as I processed the reality that I was had just preformed the most degrading acts I had ever imagined servicing my wife and her lover. Yet I was more excited than I’d ever been in my life. I shuddered with a mix of anticipation and self-loathing – what might be next.

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Under The Table

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My friends and I are always making stupid bets with one another, or giving each other juvenile, puerile dares. The stakes vary wildly, from a simple thing like buying someone’s dinner to something far less platonic.

One forfeit that always sticks in my mind was the time we made Amelia put most of her meal into her knickers to eat later. I remember watching and giggling when we got home, hoping they didn’t notice the slight tinge of jealousy I was feeling as she pulled off her bulging knickers, put them on the coffee table in her front room and eat from them like a horse’s nosebag.

I also remember going home that night and masturbating vigorously to that same image. And doing the same thing several times since, sometimes — but not always — replacing the image of Amelia with myself. Whose knickers they were often changed in my head, too, as did the contents, but it was always the same basic setup.

This time, though, I lost, and she was in no mood to let me off the hook with a little thing like an expensive bill. I got the impression she had been saving this idea for some time, and the other girls didn’t take much convincing that it was a good one. After all, it was usually me that had put them through the worst, messiest dares and forfeits. Like the time I convinced everyone it would be a good idea if Tara, in her tight, white pulling dress, the one that was practically see-through to begin with, should down all of our drinks without swallowing, turning herself into a sort of alcohol fountain, white wine and gin soaking her entire front.

It’s a wonder they never caught onto my proclivities, really, but I digress.

This time, I would be made to suffer, they all agreed. As usual, the scenario revolved around us going out for dinner. Instead of a table for five, though, it would be four. I would be sat on the floor underneath the table the whole time. That was the dare. At least, that was the main part of it. I would get scraps, eaten from the other girls’ hands if I was lucky, from their feet or from the floor if not, I suppose. I’d soon find out, anyway.

I had pretty mixed feelings about the whole thing, I have to say. Obviously, eating leftovers out of their hands (and that’s the best case, least embarrassing scenario, remember) would be pretty degrading. On the other hand, though, the idea of being humiliated like that is a huge turn-on for me. A big part of the reason I had been so cruel and inventive with the other girls’ dares and forfeits was so that, when it came to my turn, I would have to suffer. It seemed to have worked.

The pros and cons didn’t end there, though. Another problem was the fact that I would struggle to hide my arousal if they did it properly. Yes, I’d been unseen beneath the tablecloth, but they would surely see my flustered face from time to time. And what about when it was all finished and I came back out? Would I be able to supress my excitement? Could I pass it off as giddily going along with the silliness?

Conversely, and perversely, I would enjoy the view up the dresses and skirts of whichever of my friends opted to dress that way. Luckily for me, it was all of them tonight, but that also made the previous issue even worse. What a dilemma.

I tried my best to stay cool as we stepped out of the cool evening air and into warm, subtly-lit waiting area of Alfredo’s, but it clearly wasn’t working. The girls thought I was just nervous about the dare, noticing how little I was chatting compared to usual. They were sort of right, just not for the right reasons.

The waiter that greeted us looked confused by the fact that Lucy asked for a table for four when there were clearly five of us. Regardless, he led us to a round table in the back of the restaurant, with five seats. I stood awkwardly behind Lucy while the waiter took drink orders — four drinks, of course. As he left, I was ordered into position.

‘Come on,’ said Alison. ‘Don’t you dare try and weasel your way out of this now.’

Of course Alison wasn’t going to let me off the hook. None of them were, but Alison was particularly invested in my punishment. She had been victim to one of my better ideas. Or worse, I guess, from her perspective. Well, truth be told, they had all suffered at my hands, but Alison was always the most reluctant, the least willing to join in. She did join in, though. Every single time. She hated it, but clearly didn’t want to be the odd one out. That made her the most fun to torment. I know that doesn’t reflect well on me, but it’s true.

What idea had her so eager to exact her revenge, you ask? Alison had spent an entire night out with the back of her dress pulled up over her waist. She wasn’t to know it was mostly so I could ogle her perfectly juicy, round arse in its skimpy white thong all night, but she had been understandably angry about it, nevertheless. It had taken some convincing, even with our history of such silliness, but peer pressure is a hell of a drug.

I flashed her a nervous smile bilecik escort and ducked under the table, checking to make sure nobody else had seen me before I disappeared beneath the tablecloth. At least my humiliation would be relatively private.

For quite a while, the worst thing about my predicament was boredom and a lack of space. It was cramped under a table, surrounded by four sets of legs. I did enjoy the view, I must admit, but having to sit in a cramped space, unable to join in the conversation was dull as dishwater. I could hear every word but was forbidden from joining in — I was their pet, Amelia had decreed, and pets don’t talk. Besides, a disembodied voice coming from the floor would have drawn unwanted attention.

Eventually I heard the waiter return, followed by a chinking of plates being placed on the table. I found myself trying to remember what had been ordered. What was I going to be eating leftovers off? What would I be putting in my underwear or all over my face? I couldn’t remember. Plenty of pasta, I assumed, being that we were in an Italian restraint.

I heard the footsteps of the waiter leaving, and it wasn’t long until I heard my name being called.

‘Katie, good girl, come here.’

It was Lucy. Her fingers tapped on the underside of the table, beckoning me, in case I didn’t recognise her legs somehow. The notion was ridiculous, I would know those shapely thighs — plainly visible to me now, as was her delightfully tacky leopard print thong — anywhere.

I shifted uncomfortably and put my head on one of those delicious thighs, looking up at her. Any excuse, I thought to myself, only mildly ashamed of myself. Any excuse to touch them, to get my face so close to her precious little cunt.

No, this is only going to make things worse if I start thinking like that so soon. Calm down.

Lucy was my favourite, you see. She was always the most willing to join in with the daftness. She wasn’t the best looking — that honour went to Alison, probably — but that wasn’t the point. Her willingness to try and match my creativity was what drew me to her. The brain is the sexiest body part, after all.

As she moved her other hand towards me, filled with ravioli of some kind, I found myself trying to decide what the worst thing she had endured during our games was. She never backed down, rarely even complained. She rarely complained with any real feeling, anyway, just the odd half-hearted, unconvincing “oh no” every now and then. That was what made her so fun to play with. She was like the opposite of Alison, who was also very fun to play with for the exact opposite reason.

There were only two things I could remember Lucy properly protesting about. There was the time she had been dared to piss in her knickers and leave them on for the whole night. Fair enough — I’d complain about that, too. Several of the other girls did, too, having to put up with the smell all night. The other was when we tied her hands behind her back for a meal. That was more about the expensive dress she had soaked in noodle broth and hoisin sauce than the act itself, though.

Anyway, speaking of food, here was my first bite. I opened my mouth and bunted her fingers with my nose. She couldn’t see me, so she had to feel her way to my mouth, spilling pasta sauce all over my chin. It was messy, but it would be a miracle if that was the worst it got tonight. Her fingers found my mouth soon enough and she deposited the pasta parcels inside, but not before I had sucked her fingers clean of sauce. Presumably she thought nothing of it, or else she assumed it was an accident, but I could have sucked those slippery fingers all night if she would have let me.

She didn’t, of course. They were gone as soon as the sauce had. She even wiped her fingers through the front of my long blonde hair for good measure, matting several strands together with pasta sauce and saliva. Properly degrading someone is all in the details, I’ve always thought, and so has Lucy, apparently.

I didn’t have to wait long for another morsel. Amelia’s hand appeared under the tablecloth, her index finger beckoning me in a motion I would have very much liked to feel up close and personal.

She said nothing and I was forbidden from speaking, so I put my head in her lap. Ostensibly, this was to let her know I had recognised the signal, but by now you can figure out the real reason I did it.

She grinned down at me playfully, but instead of feeding me pasta, she lifted a soup spoon, blew on it theatrically, and turned it over so its contents — minestrone, I believe — splattered all over the side of my face.

That was it. As the soup ran down my chin and down the back of my neck, she continued eating, leaving me to my own sloppy devices. I wasn’t allowed to wipe myself clean in any way, so I returned to sitting quietly under the table, enjoying the view, trying not to focus on the feeling of thick manisa escort soup running down the inside of my dress.

Fortunately, I suppose, sort of, it wasn’t long until I had another distraction. Not wanting to be left out of the fun, Alison rapped her fingers on the underside of the table. I shuffled over to her and assumed the position of a hungry pet dog once more.

She rewarded me, if you can call it that, with a handful of Spaghetti Carbonara. Not satisfied with smothering my face as the others had done, though, she reached further down and deposited the slimy strands of pasta into my cleavage. They slithered down like stringy little worms into my bra, creamy sauce soaking my breasts and dribbling down my tummy.

Satisfied with her handiwork, she left me to wallow just like the other two had done. Things were escalating quickly now. Even as I moved back into the middle of my cramped space, I could feel the wriggling mass of slippery spaghetti shifting with me.

I didn’t even have time to get comfortable, if such a thing was even possible in the circumstances, before Tara decided she wouldn’t be the only one not adding to my debasement.

I shuffled to her side of the table, spaghetti shuffling around with me, and put the cleaner left side of my face in her lap, presenting her the soup-soaked right side. But instead of immediately adding to my woes, she nudged me away, leaving me puzzled for just a moment. I say just a moment, because as soon as I gave her an inch of room, she kicked off her shoes and smeared her nylon-clad feet with some sort of tomato-based sauce. I didn’t know what it was exactly, but I did know I was going to find out.

I had to wriggle around awkwardly — jiggling the spaghetti in my cleavage yet again — to get proper access to her feet, but I knew what I had to do. I start to lap at her slimy feet, noting a slight kick of spice to the sauce. It was quite tasty, but that was hardly the point. The point was to make me feel pathetic by having to lick my friend’s feet. It worked, and oh my goodness it got me excited. I was finally getting my comeuppance and it felt incredible.

By the time she pulled her feet away I could hear the unmistakable sound of Tara giggling. I was sad to see her pretty little feet — now clean of sauce, but damp with saliva — retreating, but the jig would have been up if I’d tried to hang onto them and carry on licking and sucking her toes. Instead, I let her think I was just doing what I had to.

Tara might have had enough for now, but Lucy decided I needed to suffer further. I wriggled my way over to her but she put a hand on my forehead and stopped me from putting my face in her lap. Instead, she pointed to the ground and made a little circle with her finger, ordering me to turn back around. Uh-oh.

I did as I was ordered, of course, turning my arse towards her, feeling very vulnerable all of a sudden. For the first time that night, I felt genuinely uncomfortable. I might enjoy being humiliated and degraded, but I’m very shy about my arse. I’ll wear a low-cut top, no problem. I was wearing a very short skirt that very night, so you know I have no issue with flashing my legs. But my arse, well, it’s sort of big. I know a lot of guys like that, and it’s not as if it’s huge or anything, but I’m very self-conscious about it.

Given the type of friends we are, it’s probably not a surprise that Lucy knew about my weakness. So, as she lifted the flap of my skirt — which barely covered my cheeks in the first place — I knew that she knew how anxious I was feeling. A skimpy thong was all that was protecting my fleshy, round cheeks from whatever she was going to do. Even that was practically disappearing, my bent-over position pushing the elastic to its extremes.

She managed to pull it away from my arse anyway, despite the tightness, giving me a painful wedgie at the same time. I’ll never know whether that was on purpose, but the way the fabric rubbed against my pussy lips was both agonising and incredibly arousing. I think I might have even let out a little grunt of pleasure, but it must have gone unheard in the din because somebody definitely would have commented if they had heard it.

The wedgie was just a taster, though. An appetiser. Seconds later, I felt her other hand slide down the inside of my thong. When it left there was a heavy, slimy little mass of what I had to assume was more ravioli. My thong snapped back into place, squelching the sauce-soaked pasta against my bum, and forcing out some of its contents. As if that wasn’t enough, Lucy finished up by giving the whole thing — arse, thong and pasta mess — a firm slap. The yelp that elicited definitely was heard, because it was met with raucous laughter from the girls.

Now I was starting to feel properly humiliated. I was still aroused — I can’t help myself — but the shame was real, especially as I felt my fleshy buttocks jiggling from Lucy’s mersin escort slap. I could feel my other cheeks burning red with shame, and I was somewhat glad to move back to the centre of the table, even if it did mean the ravioli shifting and squelching in my thong like the spaghetti in my bra. At least it also meant my skirt fell back into place, which helped to calm me a little. It was silly, I knew; nobody could see me under here anyway. But I felt better with my rear end covered.

I was left alone for a while then. On the one hand, it meant no more humiliation for a while but on the other, it meant I had to wallow in what had already happened. I so badly wanted to play with the mess, to play with myself, but I knew I couldn’t. Not here.

I sighed with frustration but, over the din of conversation, I heard my friends ordering dessert. I wouldn’t be alone with my libido for long. The thought of Amelia’s freezing cold ice-cream against my skin didn’t sound particularly enticing, but I knew it wasn’t just the thought of its chill making me shiver.

When I heard Lucy ordering Tiramisu, I knew they were deliberately trying to find messy things just for me. She doesn’t even like coffee. That was also when I started to realise the dessert course was going to be even messier than the mains: I would be getting the entirety of Lucy’s pudding, and that was just one of the four. Amelia might want her ice-cream, but I couldn’t even hear what the other two asked for. A pleasant surprise awaited, no doubt.

I would have to wait a while longer to find out, because, once dessert arrived, Amelia was the first to signal me. She held out a scooped ball of gelato in her hand, but when I went to eat it, she spread her fingers and smothered my face with the soft, cold cream, giggling as she ruined my makeup and made my face stickier than ever. I once again managed to lick some of it from her fingers, but the damage was done.

There was no waiting around now, though. Alison was quick to beckon me when she saw Amelia had finished.

‘Seems like a waste, but I can’t resist,’ she told me as she lifted an entire panna cotta from the table. It did look tasty, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t be eating much of it. Still, I half-heartedly moved to take a bite out of it, as if encouraging her to go easy on me.

It didn’t work. ‘Sit down,’ she said plainly.

I did so, my legs spread out on the tiles in front of me. She handed the whole plate to me and spoke again: ‘I can’t get down there to help, so I want you to dump that in your own knickers, there’s a good girl.’

They just kept finding new ways to make this more degrading. Now I had to administer my own punishment? Great. What choice did I have, though? Don’t get me wrong, a very large part of me wanted to put it in there. I just didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of doing as I was told. On the other hand, the act of pretending to be disgusted by it was all part of the fun for me. I really was disgusted by it, of course, but that’s also part of the fun. It’s complicated.

Never mind what a therapist might have said about it, I stuffed the pudding into my already bulging, sagging knickers. Fistful by fistful, in it went, without a moment’s hesitation. Oh god it felt strange, but oh so good. Clammy, gelatinous, and cold. It shifted and squelched around just like the spaghetti, but thicker, heavier. It’s hard to put into words exactly what it felt like, but I highly recommend finding out for yourself.

I don’t know if I could have fit much more into those overflowing knickers, so it was lucky for me that this place seemed to pride itself on presentation and quality over quantity. Some of the gunk that had already been there was long gone, but I managed to get all of Alison’s jellylike dessert in there, stuffed tight against my gooey, sticky cunt.

Tara was next. She couldn’t have known I had finished, but her timing was impeccable. She summoned me before I could even mentally adjust to the new, unfamiliar feeling in my knickers. Before I could properly enjoy it.

Never the most adventurous of the group when it came to eating out, her hand came down to my eye-line holding a wedge of lemon cheesecake. This was not the stodgy, baked stuff you find in the supermarket. It was fresh, creamy-looking, and smelled deliciously citrusy. I found myself hoping she would want me to eat it out of her hands, or that she would at least have me suck her fingers clean.

No such luck, though. She splatted it unceremoniously on top of my head, then rubbed it in, smearing it through my hair and all over my scalp like shampoo. That made me cringe like I hadn’t cringed all night. No matter what kind of messy antics you get up to, there’s just something singularly horrid about having slim rubbed into your hair and scalp. My whole body shivered as I recoiled in horror at the greasy sensation on top of my head.

At least it was over relatively quickly, which just left Lucy and her tiramisu. Well, I hoped so. I’ve been mean to the girls in the past, but I assumed being scalded with coffee was out of the question.

I didn’t have a long wait for Lucy and, unsurprisingly, her dessert was untouched. She really had chosen it just for me. The surface was untouched, undamaged by any spoon. Even the cocoa dusting on top was pristine.

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