Room for One More

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I want you to watch. I want you to sit down in the chair there and make yourself comfortable and watch us. Loosen your clothing if you like. Unbutton your blouse as I unbutton hers. Ease yourself back and watch as I kiss down her neck, cupping her breasts and squeezing her ass. We kiss and grind against each other just inches from where you sit, ignoring you completely but tempting you to reach out and touch. You don’t. Instead you stare through the dim light of the bedroom making out the details of my fingers as they push aside her bra to play with her nipple.

We peel away clothing and move towards the bed where, finally naked, she and I collapse to the sheets, and you make out our naked bodies writhing against each other. I kiss my way down her body as she props herself up on pillows, more for you to see the enjoyment on her face than for her to watch you. Her head tilts back as I spread her legs and her hands begin to play with her own nipples. At this suggestion, your own hand pushes up under the cup of your black lace bra.

Minutes go by, and you are lost in desire. In your mind the sounds of her desire become your karaman escort own. The feel of my body against hers is mine against yours. Only the realization of your own heavy breathing and the wetness dripping between your legs brings you back to your corner of the room.

Your bra is off now and panties pushed to the side as you grope yourself, your right hand finding your clit as you imagine my tongue flicking against hers. I can hear you panting now. My cock quivers with anticipation. I whisper “cowgirl” into her ear. She grins, knowing what I want and switches places with me on the bed.

I prop my head up to watch you as she positions herself over my cock, also facing you. Your eyes lock with hers as she grips my cock and lowers herself slowly onto it. Your face turns from hers to mine as you connect with each of us in turn. You stand up as you watch adn slowly remove your bra, then pull your panties down. You can see my tongue running over my lips. Sitting back onto the chair you spread yourself wide so that we can both see your gleaming slit.

I’m watching your fingers work your gleaming kars escort pussy and my cock keeps time as it works in and out of her. I can’t help but wonder how it would be with you riding me. But her pussy grinds down onto me, claiming me, owning me.

Her head is back in enjoyment again, but I want her to watch you, so I push forward so she is on all fours. Her face is at the foot of the bed, not more than a a couple feet from yours. I’m kneeling behind her now and push into her from behind. I tug her long dark hair and her head comes up to face you. She is wide-eyed with lust and her lips part to bare her teeth in a hungry growl. You can practically feel her breath on your cunt which is spread temptingly before her. You close your eyes and in your mind now, it isn’t my tongue on your slit but hers. You buck against your hand as you would against her face. She begins to moan in a high pitch as she watches you thrash about.

I let her lean forward on her elbows, her head tilted to one side so that she can continue to watch you. I’m not watching you anymore, but can feel your energy as it courses through her kıbrıs escort and pulses as her pussy grips my cock. I am slamming my hips, you are thrashing about on the chair and she is wailing as our wave builds.

“Oh fuck me!” She cries out. “Make me cum!” Her voice is directed to you, though you know her encouragement is meant for me. You want to remain completely silent, just a silent moving picture for us, but a whimper escapes as you feel the wave cresting. “cum on, you gorgeous little slut,” she growls at you. “Cum for him…”

“Cum for me!” She screams as her body begins to convulse. I feel her sucking me in and my own body reacts, loses control and empties hot threads of spunk into her. As if feeling that heat inside yourself, you let yourself go and for a moment feel that you may lose consciousness as the world spins.

Suddenly it has stopped.

You let the web ebb back out as you catch your breath again. Minutes pass until your mind catches up with your surroundings. Aware of your nakedness you gather yourself and look to the bed where we have shifted to our normal sleeping position, our bodies naked above the covers, mine spooning hers. Thinking us asleep, you stand and gather your clothes. “No,” you hear. She moves closer into me and beckons you to the open spot in front of her. “C’mon,” she whispers, and it is there that you drift off to sleep with us.

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Sexy Feet of my Cousin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Pet Ch. 01

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The Pet

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

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

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

The making of a pet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Procedure

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sailing Away Ch. 02

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

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Chapter 2 – Sunbathing

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

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

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

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

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

“Lick.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Deeper” Lacy said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good. Kiss me.”

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

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

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

“Yes Mistress Lacy, it will.”

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

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The Shoe Store Slave

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I am such a pervert. I’ve been a dirty boy since junior high when I was obsessed with porn. High school wasn’t any better, in fact it just got worse. So now here I am attending college in Boston the ultimate college town. It was the beginning of my senior year and I figured that since I had a somewhat easy schedule that I would get a part time job. At first I thought maybe an adult bookstore, but none of the ones I frequented were hiring. Then one day I found the ultimate job. You see besides being a kinky pervert, I have a huge female foot and high heel fetish, I just love them. Summertime is the best when women are all wearing their strappy sandals and showing off their delicious naked toes. Winter is ok too with women wearing high heeled boots, At least thats what the girls on campus wore. Nice black and brown platform boots with 2 and 3 inch heels. Anyway back during my freshman year I found this lovely little shoe store outside of the city that happened to sell stiletto heels in larger sizes along with footwear for the entire family.

It was a very interesting store. Basically mom could get pumps for the office, little Jimmy could get sneakers for school, teenage Sally could get high heels for the prom and Dad could sneak back later and buy stripper heels in size 14 for himself. I of course have made many trips over there and bought several pairs in size 13. So one Autumn Saturday afternoon I walked over to the store, started browsing and was trying on a pair of pumps when the owner, who I have become somewhat friendly with, came over and sat down. Since she knew what I was into I wasn’t the least bit embarassed. She said that one of her ordu escort salesgirls had just quit and was wondering if I was interested in a job because I was here so much. Now this was an interesting possibility, I’d be paid to be where I was a lot anyway. She also said she’d give me a nice discount on shoes which was an added bonus.

So here I am, believe me this job isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. Most of the people who shop here are families with little kids, and beastly crossdressers. I have nothing against crossdressers, I’ve had lots of fun with them before, I just like thin, passable ones, not these huge hairy ones. I’ve been working here for about a month now and nothing exciting has happened yet. I arrived at 9am on what I thought would be another typical Saturday of staying behind the register and telling people where the shoes they wanted were. This shoe store had all the inventory out on racks and priced so all I had to do was watch the register and stock the shelves when it was slow. And today was slow, it was noon and we’d only had a handful of customers. Megan the owner was up front and I was stocking the shelves. I was just about to grab a pair of 8 inch platform sandals that had just arrived, strap them on and go take my break, hehe, when the bell over the door tinkled and this gorgeous woman walked in. She looked at Megan and Megan grinned.

“Dave, this is my good friend Courtney, please help her with anything she needs.”

“Um sure yeah.”

“Thanks hon.”

“Hi, what can I help you with?”

“I’m looking for a pair of strappy platform sandals.”

“Ok sure what size osmaniye escort are you?”

“I wear a size seven”

“Right over there we have several pairs you might be interested in.”

I said pointing towards the women’s size 7 section.

“Would you mind helping me?”

“Oh sure. Do you like these?” I asked, pointing to a pair of black patent 6 inch platform sandals.

“Those are nice, I’ll try those on.”

“Ok can you take your shoes off.”

“Why don’t you do it for me.”

“um…sure thing.”

I kneeled in front of her and slid the high heeled pump off her left foot, then the right foot. I placed her shoes carefully off to the side. She was now barefoot and had the most gorgeous feet painted with red polish. I started to slide the platform sandal onto her right foot.

“Wait a second. Look at me. Megan told me all about you and your unique interests and I think we need to continue this in a more private place. Oh Megan darling, would you mind if I take your wonderful salesman in the back for a little while?”

“Go right ahead babe, have fun.”

“Oh I will. Boy.. grab a pair that suits you in your size and meet me in the back room in one minute.”

“Ok.”

Slap… I reel back from the hit to my face.

“You will refer to me as Mistress Courtney. Is that clear?”

“Yes Mistress Courtney.”

“Good, I will see you in one minute and not a second later.”

I run to the size 13 section and grab the pair that had just arrived and run to the back room. Mistress Courtney is sitting in a chair still barefoot.

“Get undressed and sinop escort put your shoes on.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I shuck my clothes, slip my feet into the high platform heels and quickly fasten the straps around my ankles.

“Get on your knees boy.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I drop to my knees.

“Kiss my feet.”

I begin to plant kisses all over them, they are soft and warm. After several minutes of this you have me lick the dirt off your soles, then suck on the toes. I am in heaven. Your toes enter my mouth one by one as I gently suck each toe. I then take all 5 of them in my mouth at once. This is incredible. You brought the sandals out with you and have me strap them to your feet. They look amazing on you as you tower over this kneeling slave. You have me lie on the floor and you stand over me, you dip one of the heels into my waiting mouth and order me to suck on it which I do. You raise and lower the heel up and down up and down. Then you command me to worship the other heel. Next you have me lick the bottom of the shoe, then the other one. You ask me what I think of the shoes I say they look incredible on you. You tell me that you would like to train me to be your sissy foot boy as you hand me a piece of paper with a phone number on it. I stare at the slip of paper with the numbers written in red pen as I hear the bell and the shop door opens and you go outside into the cool Autumn afternoon. I get dressed and put the shoes back on the shelf. Megan comes up to me with a grin on her face.

“Have fun with Courtney?”

“Oh yes.”

“She was very interested when I told her about my new employee, I think you’ll have fun with her. You’d better call her tonight though, she won’t tolerate having to wait for you. Since it’s so slow today I’m going to lock up and do some paperwork, if you want to lay at my feet and worship them I’ll allow you to.”

“Thank you Ma’am.”

I love my job, hehe.

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Remi’s Story

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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There was only one other car in the parking lot when I arrived for my appointment. As usual, the office lights were on, but the large glass doors were locked. While bouncing on my toes, I gingerly tapped on the door and waited impatiently. I didn’t wait long, from down a hallway, my mother-in-law appeared still wearing her white lab coat over classy, black slacks and a white silk blouse. My mother-in-law, Doctor Alice Cunningham was a beautiful woman. She was tall with an exaggerated hour-glass figure and striking features. She was a mature version of my wife, Bethany.

She smiled when she saw me outside the door and waved while strutting across the waiting room in her heels. After unlocking the door, she reached out and took my hand, inviting me into her place of work. She re-locked the door and after glancing at her watch, said, “5:30 pm on the dot! You’re prompt as usual, Remi!”

From what my mother has said, my father had been a big outdoorsman. I never met the man, so I couldn’t say for sure. But he wanted to name me something ultra-masculine. Remington was the name he chose. But over the years, the three-syllable name was shortened to Remi. I never met another boy named Remi, but I met several girls with my name. And having never been the most masculine of boys, I liked that the masculine name my father had given me had transformed into a softer more gentle name.

Standing before my mother-in-law, I looked up into her eyes and answered, “Of course I’m on time. I would never be late for an appointment with you!”

She reached down and smacked my behind with her open palm, “You’re such a little flirt! Exam room 3. You know where it is.”

I giggled while dashing from the waiting room, down the hallway and into her exam room
. The walls of the room were painted a soft pink and adorned with graphic representations of the female anatomy. The exam table itself was covered with a layer of paper and equipped with stirrups. None of this surprised me. After all, my mother-in-law was a gynecologist. But shortly after I began dating her daughter, it was decided that she would become my primary physician. I had a standing appointment with her on the first Tuesday of each month at 5:30 pm.

During my first few appointments, I changed into a pink gown that closed in the back. But the gown got in the way during my examinations and she quickly decided it would no longer be required. With the door to the exam room wide open, I quickly undressed until I was utterly bare and perched on the edge of the exam table. I no longer bothered to cover myself. To be perfectly honest, I’d come to enjoy being naked during my appointments with Alice. My penis enjoyed the time with her too. It always stood stiff as a pencil the entire time.

She walked into the room moments after I’d gotten comfortable on the exam table. She walked with purpose and carried her tablet. After setting her tablet down on the table beside my hip, she rested her hands on my bare knees and looked into my eyes.

“How have you been, Remi? Feeling okay? Anything bothering you?”

I grinned up at her and squeaked, “I’m okay.”

She got a serious look on her face and asked, “Just okay? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

Having her look into my eyes and ask that simple question was enough to open the floodgates and I began babbling at a quick pace. “Ever since I lost my job, months ago, I feel like Bethany is losing interest in me. I looked really hard for a new job. But everything I found that I thought was interesting, Bethany told me not to apply for.”

When I paused for a moment to catch my breath, Alice interjected, “You poor thing! And you do so much to try and please my daughter. You clean the entire house, you cook all the meals, you do the laundry. For goodness sake, you even get all of your body hair waxed away because she prefers you to be smooth as a baby’s bottom.” Her eyes casually wandered over my pale, hairless skin before asking, “When was your last waxing? Your skin looks amazing as usual. You really do have the skin any dermatologist would love.”

I squirmed on the exam table and looked up at her, “Last week, I’ve only been going about every other month. The more often I get waxed, the finer my hair seems to get.” My mind began to race with more of what I wanted to share with her about my marriage. She had always been perfectly understanding and helpful with any problem or worry I had with Bethany. I truly valued our conversations and suggestions.

Before my mind got too far ahead of my mouth, I began rambling again. “She works so hard. She comes home late and all she wants to do is drink her brandy, kick her shoes off and watch the news. There are some nights when she hardly says a word to me!”

While putting on her stethoscope, she said, “Hmm, let me think for a moment.”

She listened to my heart and lungs in four different places on my mersin escort chest and four more on my back. I knew she needed me to be quiet. So I waited patiently and took deep breaths when she told me too. After hanging her stethoscope around her neck, she picked up her tablet and typed in a note on my patient’s file.

After setting the tablet back down, she said, “She has been working really hard in her new position. That was a big promotion she got.”

I interrupted, “I know. And I don’t mean to sound whiney. But…”

She placed one of her hands on my shoulder and the other on my bare thigh. “Remi, Sweetie, I know you know.” She paused before saying, “You say she just wants to put her feet up, drink that godawful brandy she likes and watch television?”

Biting my lower lip, whispered, “Yes. And then she goes to bed and falls asleep almost immediately.”

My mother-in-law helped me down from the exam table and took my hand. I could tell she was thinking about my situation and I kept quiet. Together we left that room and made our way toward the front of her office. The room directly behind the reception desk was where the nurses usually weighed and measured patients and drew blood. And in that brief moment, before we turned into that room, there was a clear view of the parking lot through the huge glass windows and door. Anyone from outside could have seen me naked, holding my mother-in-law’s hand.

She tapped in more notes on my file after measuring me at 5’4″ and weighing 132lbs. She commented out loud, “You’ve put on two pounds.”

I stood there naked on the scale and said, “I know! I’ve been so worried about me and Bethany, I can’t stop eating when she isn’t at home!”

Doctor Alice looked up from her tablet and declared, “I know how Bethany is, you need to stop stress eating. She wouldn’t approve of you being anything except petite and skinny.”

I almost started crying when I whimpered, “I know. But it’s so hard!”

My penis softened quickly when she had me sit my bare bottom down on the pink plastic chair and wrapped a tourniquet around my arm. After snapping on a pair of pink gloves, she quickly found a vein and after swabbing the spot with alcohol, I squeezed my eyes shut and looked away from her. She poked me with that needle and I nearly screamed! I have always hated needles.

After she’d filled two vials with my blood, she placed a gauzy pad over the spot and then wrapped pink stretchy stuff around my arm to hold it in place. Even after hearing her remove the gloves, I was still looking away and squeezing my eyes shut. When she leaned in and kissed my cheek and whispered, “Good boy.” I knew it was all over.

Taking my hand again, she led me back to exam room 3. My penis hardened quickly once again now that the blood draw was over. After helping up onto the table, I laid back and she guided my legs up into the stirrups. She fiddled with knobs until she had spread the stirrups farther apart. When properly adjusted, my legs were spread as far apart as they would go and most of my bottom hung off the edge of the table.

My mother-in-law snapped on a fresh pair of gloves, sat on her stool and rolled right between my spread legs. She first pulled a six-inch plastic ruler from her lab-coat pocket. Pulling my stiff penis toward her with an index finger, she stood it straight up before setting the ruler beside it. She then called out its length, “Three and one-quarter inches.” Looking up at my blushing face, she announced, “Well below average, as usual.”

I laid there blushing and giggling, my wife and her mother both knew I was terribly underendowed. And it was nice not to have to pretend I was more masculine or well-endowed than I really was.

Doctor Alice next squirted a big glob of lubricant on her gloved, index finger. While rubbing in gently around the wrinkled hole I kept hidden between my cheeks, she brought up my wife while I squirmed under her tender touch. “You even get this cute little hole bleached for her. Remi, Sweetie, when was the last time you two were intimate?”

I bit my lower lip and moaned softly when she applied just enough pressure for her fingertip to penetrate my body. We were finally getting to my favorite part of my appointments. She was focused on her work and didn’t look up at me when she said, “I know you two have never had traditional sex. But this little hole is so tight! How long has it been since she’s taken you with one of her strap-ons?”

Her finger was slowly sliding in and out of me. My hips were gently humping against her finger. It felt so wonderful. I almost forgot to be sad when I confessed, “It’s been a long time. Before my last visit. So, it’s been more than a month.”

She glanced up at me and said, “You poor thing. You miss her special attention, don’t you?”

I can’t be sure, I think she slipped a second finger inside of me at that point. My hips began to grind more lewdly while I moaned, muğla escort “Yes!! Very much!!”

Electric shocks bolted through my body and goosebumps rose up on my skin when her finger made contact with that special place inside of me. She sounded very pleased with herself when she said, “There it is. Now just relax. I need to get a sperm sample and I know you could use a little relief after going so long without being made love too.” Looking up at me, with my stiff penis in our line of sight, she grinned and said, “You have been playing with yourself, haven’t you?”

Alice had never asked about my masturbatory habits before. It sounds silly, I was naked and she had her fingers inside of me. But admitting I masturbated was terribly embarrassing! With butterflies in my stomach, I closed my eyes and said, “Yes, yes I have been playing with myself.”

I have no idea what she was doing down there. She could have been poking it or rubbing it or ramming her finger against my prostate. Whatever she was doing, she was doing it right! My penis wasn’t throbbing, it was standing straight up. Drips of my excitement were dripping down its smooth length. Teasing out my boy juices in this manner wasn’t a fast process. It was a slow build and I loved every second of it.

She was looking at the drips of my juices that were oozing down my pale, smooth shaft. “Remi, Sweetie, how often have you been playing with yourself?”

I whimpered softly while my back arched deeply and a large dollop of my cream formed on the tip of my penis before making its slow descent toward my soft pouch of marbles. I tried to look at her while I answered and I was mostly successful. “At least once or twice. Sometimes I play with myself three or four times a day.”

Her voice sounded deep and almost like a moan, “Sweetheart, does Bethany ever watch you play with yourself?”

Squirming on the exam table, I went on to tell my mother-in-law even more about my sex life with her daughter, “She used to. For a long time, she used to watch me put on little sexy shows for her.”

Looking up from my rigid penis to my eyes, she said, “Tell me about your little sexy shows.”

My back arched and I moaned softly while my penis throbbed. “They were silly. I’d dance to music and do a striptease. Once I was naked, I would play with myself. Sometimes I would use a dildo in my bottom while she watched me.” I moaned out loud when her fingers touched something special inside of me. “While I was doing those sexy shows, that was when she insisted I get waxed and have my little hole bleached.”

Looking right into my eyes, she said, “Your performances don’t sound silly to me at all. It sounds like it was a very special time for you two.” She turned her head toward one of my skinny, smooth thighs and blew her warm breath over the pale skin. “And Sweetie, a boy as cute as you should never be allowed to have body hair. And this pink hole is perfectly adorable. Bleaching it was a brilliant idea.”

Doctor Alice continued to massage my prostate for a time. Before she said anything else, I knew she had a suggestion for me. “Remi, you know Bethany loves your tight, little, smooth body. Why else would she insist you keep it waxed and bleach your little hole?”

My hips rolled back to spread my cheeks further apart for her. My reply came out in a high pitch, “I don’t know if she does or not anymore. She hardly looks at me!”

While jabbing her finger in and out of me and ramming it into my walnut of a gland, she said, “You’re being silly. She loves your body, I know that for a fact. And if you showed your body off a little more and stopped hiding it behind baggy clothes, maybe then Bethany would pay you more attention.”

I whimpered softly while my penis continued to drool out its appreciation for what Doctor Alice was doing. “But I can’t afford new clothes on the allowance she gives me.”

For the second time, I felt her warm breath on my bare thighs. She had leaned closer before saying, “Fewer clothes. Not new clothes.” She looked up at my desperate face and went on to suggest, “I have an idea. Why don’t you greet her naked at the door after work?”

Biting my lip as I felt the pressure building in my penis. I whimpered softly, “I could do that.” I deliberately humped myself against her finger. “I-I-I could have her glass of brandy ready too.”

Her breathing was heavy, not as labored at mine, but still heavier than usual, “That’s the idea, Sweetheart. You could lead her to her chair. After she sat down, you could take her shoes off for her.”

My back arched deeply and I whimpered softly, “And I could give her a foot massage while she drinks her brandy and watches the news.”

Doctor Alice retrieved a small plastic cup from the nearby rolling table and positioned it beneath the pink spongey head of my penis. The moment she had it in place, my little balls popped up inside of my body and pressure began to grow at a quicker pace. nevşehir escort

I moaned, “And when she finished her second glass of brandy, I could get the big, black strap-on. The one she loves to use that I’m not very fond of. The one that’s as long as my forearm and big around as my wrist.”

Her motions became quicker, those fingers against my prostate would soon make my penis give up all it had been saving. Her warm breath on the insides of my thighs and overly excited penis was like being touched by a rainbow, it was a magical feeling. Her voice was raspy when she said, “That’s right, Remi. You’ll walk out holding that big strap-on and ask her to please fuck you with it.”

I was gripping the sides of the exam table with white knuckles. My back was arched deeply and my toes were curled up in knots. The little pouch that once held my marbles was empty, my balls having popped inside my body moments before. I began to chant in that strange high-pitched voice, “Alice! Alice!”

She spoke in a soft voice, “Just relax, Remi. Let it happen.”

I inhaled deeply and then it happened. It wasn’t like a normal orgasm. It was like I was peeing, but it felt better than that, but nowhere near as good as a real orgasm felt. Pearly white cream oozed out of my penis and dribbled into the plastic cup my mother-in-law held in her hand. She kept nudging and poking and teasing my prostate until the drizzling came to an end.

Laying there, I was still perfectly erect. And my level of arousal had only barely decreased. I was still a very horny young man. My mother-in-law put a lid on the cup and wrote my name on the paper label. She leaned in close between my legs, wiped the excess lubricant from between my cheeks with tissues and asked, “Are you okay, Sweetheart?”

Whimpering softly, “Yes. I’m wonderful. Thank you.”

She smiled and while helping me out of the stirrups and off the table, she led me out of the exam room and toward the back of her office. While we made our way to the restroom, she said, “Remi, I’m going to get my nails done after we’re done here. Why don’t you join me? A manicure and pedicure would do you some good.”

Holding her hand, I looked up at her and squeaked, “I’d like that very much.”

“Good. I’m sure Bethany will notice you’re paying extra attention to your appearance too.”

She walked me right up to the toilet. A plastic cup with a label was waiting for my urine sample on a nearby metal shelf that passed through a small doorway into the next room. After lifting the seat, she stood behind me and took hold of my still stiff penis. I held my arms out to my sides to keep them out of the way. She pointed my penis into the bowl and said, “Only let out a little bit. Just enough to rinse out the impurities.”

My pee shot out quickly and I rose up on my tiptoes when I squeezed the flow off. Alice tore open an alcohol swab and wiped the pink, squishy head of my penis. The sensation of the alcohol evaporating off my sensitive skin made me squirm and throb. Taking my penis in one hand and the cup in the other, she reached around my body and after aiming my stiff, little prong into the cup, she whispered, “Let it go, Remi.”

Biting my lower lip, I relaxing the muscles and began filling the cup. When she’d collected enough, her lips brushed against my ear when she said, “Stop for one second.” When I’d cut off the flow again, she placed the cup on the metal shelf. Aiming my penis back into the bowl, her lips brushed against my ear one last time, “You can finish now, Remi.” I stood there at the toilet with my mother-in-law behind me, aiming my penis into the bowl while I emptied my bladder.

When I’d finished, she dabbed me dry with a few sheets of toilet tissue. I stood nearby while she put the lid on the cup, removed her gloves and washed her hands. Before she’d finished drying her hands, I said, “I’m going to do it. If I get home in time, I’ll answer the door naked for Bethany. I’ll serve her a glass of brandy and give her a foot massage while she watches the news. And then I’ll bring out that giant strap-on and ask her to make love to me with it.”

She turned to face me and took me in her arms for a warm embrace. She spoke with a soft voice, “I know a young man who is going to get lucky tonight.”

I returned her embrace and said, “I hope so!”

Leading me back to the exam room, she stood by and watched until I had dressed. I then did as I’d been told and waited in the lobby while she finished up a few things and closed down her office. She soon came to join me and after turning off the lights, she locked the door behind us. Taking my hand in hers, she guided me to her car. “We might as well ride together. I’ll drop you off her after we’re done at the nail salon.”

I slipped into the passenger’s seat of her luxury car and she closed the door after I’d buckled myself in. My eyes followed her as she made her way around the front of the car. Once behind the wheel, she drove us away from her office and toward the upscale nail salon she frequented. We chatted about different things I could do in order to attract Bethany’s attention. The one topic that kept popping up was my nudity. Alice and I both decided the more time I spent naked in Bethany’s presence, the better!

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The Tables Turned

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I came home on a Friday night horny and feeling kinky. I talked my wife Brandi into getting in the hot tub and letting me shave her. I set the camera up on a tripod to record it as I shaved her and then I licked her smooth pussy through two orgasms. As she is recovering, before she really knows what is happening, I turn her around and shave the few stray hairs on her ass crack. Getting carried away, I rub the shave gel up and down her smooth crack and slip a finger in her. She’s relaxed from the orgasms and doesn’t stop me so I press my cock at her tight opening and fuck her ass, slowly at first and then with a serious urgency, our thighs slapping until I explode inside her and fall back with my cum dripping from her. As we cuddle after she asks if I had fun. “Yes, I enjoyed that.” I reply.

She gently holds my face and makes strong eye contact. “That’s great. I’m glad you had fun, but you didn’t have permission for any of that,” as she pointed to the shaving stuff, the camera and nodded toward her ass, “or that.”

“Next weekend, you will do anything I say. ANYTHING.” I gulp and agree, “yes, mistress.” We had played a little with light bondage and discipline and generally took turns being in charge. One time, I spanked her when I was in charge and the next time she spanked me. I had teased her on the brink of orgasm for the better part of an afternoon one Saturday and the next weekend she kept me hard from sunup to well after sundown.

The next day, as I’m cleaning up around the hot tub, my neighbor, Mike stops over to say hi. He sees the camera and the shaving implements and starts asking about our night. I try to play off that nothing happened, but I don’t think he believes me. Finally he leaves, but I’m pretty horny thinking about that shaved pussy. My wife goes out with Mike’s wife Erica that night while Mike and I watch a football game. After the game, Mike goes home and I go to bed. The women are not home yet. I’m awakened later by my wife crawling into bed. She wakes me up to yell at me for telling Mike that I’d shaved her. “But, but…I didn’t.” She grabbed me by my hair and sat on my face, continuing to yell at me while telling me to lick her pussy. There was a distinctly different taste to her pussy tonight and I was lost in the salty, sticky mess of her pussy and didn’t hear a word she was saying. I could eat pussy for hours on end but this was even more intoxicating. I heard something about cleaning her up. She came. Hard, on my mouth and a glob of cum spilled into my mouth and down my throat. She picked herself up, shifted down and impaled herself on my cock and rode me hard till I came buckets inside her. Then she repeated the process of making me lick her clean, calling me her bitch kütahya escort and saying I was going to be her cumslut. As we drifted off to sleep, she whispered, “you have no idea what you are in for…”

So, the next week I had to travel for work. As I was getting ready to leave, she kept reminding me of the upcoming weekend. She sternly told me that I am not allowed to cum while gone

When I arrived at my hotel, I realized she had replaced my underwear in my suitcase with her panties. I considered shopping for regular underwear but then she texted me to send her a picture every day with my panties on under my work clothes. The weekend starts early, I guess.

Friday night, when I arrived home, she stopped me at the door and reminded me of my promise to not deny her ANY request this weekend and that I am not to question, hesitate or disobey any command. She orders me to take off my pants and shirt before entering. I worry about the neighbors seeing me, but I comply. She leads me to the hot tub and tells me to hop in. My panties are a sheer white with pink lace trim and they become pretty see-through once I’m in the tub. I see the camera set up to record and shaving gel and razor and I realize that her plans involve some turnabout.

She has me sit on the edge of the tub and lathers my cock and balls. It feels great and she rubs the gel all over. She asks about my week as she begins shaving me, talking casually as if she was performing any other simple task. She asks if I came while I was gone. “I didn’t.” As my smooth skin appears behind the razor stroke she starts cooing, “Oh I am going to love this when you are so smooth. We may need to keep you this way, baldy. Smile for the camera and tell me you love being shaved by your mistress.” Again, I comply.

When she finishes, I am as smooth as she was last week. She strokes me with the gel a few more times but stops and tells me to turn around. She lathers my ass and I remember that I’d done the same to her, although my ass has considerably more than the handful of stray hairs she had. She lathers my ass crack and cheeks and begins shaving, keeping one hand riding up and down my crack, teasing my hole the whole time the other is scraping away the hair. As her finger plunges into me, I lose track of the fact that her shaving has continued all the way down the back of my upper legs.

I don’t know how or when she put it on, but I became aware of her having a strapon cock that she was now pressing urgently at my shaved ass. She slowly pushed inside me and settled in when it was all the way in me. It was painful at first, but feeling her tits on my back while my ass was full was a strange turn on. Plus, manisa escort as she stroked back out, I wanted her in me again. I started pushing back on her cock as she fucked me faster. She grabbed my hair and turned my face toward the camera and told me to beg her to fuck my sissy ass. I begged, now in full submission. Both of us were breathing hard as she came loudly from the friction against her clit. I remained hard as hell. As she caught her breath, she lightly stroked my hard smooth cock and chuckled.

Just then the doorbell rang and she told me not to move. She unstrapped herself from the cock, leaving it inside me. I remained bent over the edge of the tub with her strapon in my ass while she went to answer the door. I did not see her put any clothes or even cover up with a towel. I heard some soft talking at the door but could not make out the words or who she was talking to. I then heard Brandi whimpering and what sounded like a man moan. She came back to the tub and sat down in front of me on the edge of the tub. I started to ask who was at the door and she shushed me and told me to eat her pussy. She grabbed my hair and pushed my face into her wet, messy pussy and for the second time in the last week, I believe I was eating her pussy full of some guy’s cum. This time, I had a cock in my ass, and far less body hair. She came rather quickly, splashing his cum into my mouth and forcing me to swallow.

As she came down from her orgasm, she kissed me and held me close. She told me she loved me but that the weekend had just begun and that I would neither get to cum or get answers to any questions until Sunday night. I fell asleep that night in a silky pink nightgown and sheer panties with my smooth cock harder than it has ever been.

I woke the next morning horny as hell and tried to get her in the mood. I pinched her nipples and got her going. I thought things were going my way, as she had slept naked and she moved on top of me. I was hoping she’d slide down onto my hard cock but instead she set her thighs next to my head and made me eat her. I dutifully licked her to an orgasm and she hopped off and said “I’ll go make the coffee.”

I got up and went into the bathroom. I was trimming my goatee when she brought me some coffee. She offered to help and I handed over the trimmer to her. With a few deft swipes she removed all traces of my facial hair. I started to object and she shushed me with a finger on my lips. She then proceeded to remove all the hair on my chest and stomach. Next went my underarm hair. She joined me in the shower with a razor and I came out without a hair on my body, all of the areas she hit with the clippers had been removed of all stubble. She mardin escort reminded me that we had a neighborhood casino night party tonight and that she was really looking forward to it. “I’m not sure you’ll have as much fun as me,” she added ominously.

The rest of our Saturday was pretty normal — laundry, cleaning — except I was wearing nothing but a pair of pink boyshorts and she was wearing nothing but her strapon cock. Every so often she would come up behind me and hump me before moving back to whatever chore she was doing. As we ate lunch, she kept taking my hand and making me stroke her cock, to keep her hard, she said. Then, she accused me of being a tease.

Shortly after lunch, Erica stopped over to borrow a red dress from Brandi. Brandi gave me a pair of gym shorts to cover my panties, but my shaved body was still on display. Erica raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. She met Brandi in the bedroom, they talked for a while, giggled a few times and Erica left. Brandi came back downstairs still wearing the strapon. “Did you..” I started and she stopped me. “No questions!” She was quite authoritative. Before I knew what was happening she yanked my shorts and panties down and smacked my ass a few times. “You — slap- will — slap — not — slap — disobey!” She punctuated the last slap by driving her middle finger into me.

“Here is how tonight’s going to go, she told me. We’re going to the party tonight and you are wearing the clothes I had planned to wear. At the end of the night, we will play one game of roulette. You can bet on any number you like, but I’ll be looking at red and black only. Erica is wearing my red dress. If it lands on red, Erica is fucking you with my strapon. If it lands on black, well, Mike is wearing a black suit. So, he’ll be fucking you. It’s a bit of a catch-22. You know Erica can’t keep a secret, so people in the neighborhood may know she fucked you. Mike will be much more discreet, but of course you’ll get his cum in your ass.” Her finger touched my prostate as if to punctuate her point.

The party was usually a costume party as well as a casino party. So, while I got some grief from the neighbors I guess it could have been worse. She was the gangster and I was the flapper, my short skirt showing off my smooth legs. Erica kept telling me how sexy I looked and fondled my ass a few times when no one was looking. She whispered in my ear “I’m hoping for red,” before winking and walking away. The party was fun and as the night drew to a close, Brandi pulled me to the roulette table. Erica and Mike were there already. I had three chips left and put them all on 23. (My favorite roulette bet because 3 times 23 is 69.) Brandi gave me a confused look from across the table and pointed to the two green numbers with raised eyebrows. She mouthed the words “none or both.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant but maybe 0 was none and double 0 was both?? Oh well, the ball never lands there. Except tonight. “Double fucking zero,” I muttered. Double indeed.

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Something New

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I heard the door close downstairs. “Did you remember the bread?” I called down to her.

“Shit! No, I’ll go back.” I knew she was tired but her voice said more. She was exhausted. I stood up and went down.

“That’s okay,” I told her. “I’m out of beer anyway.” I pulled my jacket from the chair where I usually ‘hang’ it. “Do we need anything else?” I do most of the shopping anyway, so I was pretty sure we didn’t need anything critical. Still, she might want something.

“I don’t know. Maybe a new life,” she said with a sigh. She sat on the couch and kicked off her shoes. I looked at her — really looked for the first time in a long time. The pretty girl I married was in there somewhere, but she was under about a million years of work days and mortgage payments.

I dropped my jacket and went to her. She frowned up at me. “Aren’t you going for bread and beer?”

“Yeah, but not right now,” I told her. I took her hand and pulled her to her feet. “Come along, Dear.” She followed me, still frowning.

In the bedroom I pulled her suit coat off. Her blouse followed it to the floor. She was frowning while I got rid of the skirt and hose. By the time I rolled her panties over her hips and knelt to lift each foot out of them, one at a time, she was grinning through the frown. I kissed her belly, just above the swell of her hairless mound. Then I licked down and she gripped the back of my head. She van escort was trying — but not very hard — to pull me away. I was determined.

“I’m all sweaty, honey,” she complained.

“Mmm…yeah, just the way I like you,” I mumbled. I stood up, pushing her back so she sprawled across the bed, her legs flying out to the sides. I followed… I brought her off the first time with my lips, tongue and teeth. Then I used my cock to pump, prod, and stir her up inside to get the next three climaxes. She had her last one just as I finally got mine. I collapsed on her and we kissed for a long time.

A few minutes later, she watched as I adjusted the water temperature. The bubbles were foaming up and the tub started to fill. I held her arm and eased her into the hot sudsy bath.

“I think we need to find some new way to live,” I told her as she leaned back on my arm. I poured handfuls of water over her long dark hair until it was saturated. I used my fingernails to scrub her scalp and she moaned with the pleasure. “I used to do this all the time.”

“Mmm…it’s been a while though. I thought you had forgotten how.”

“Not me. It’s just…well, it seems like time is always short. Or maybe it’s your job; or the bills and stuff. I don’t know. Maybe we just need to take a break from things. Maybe we need to…I don’t know…do something new or different.”

She sat up yalova escort and I used the shower hose to rinse her hair. We didn’t say anything for a while. I just washed her gently. Well, it was gentle at first. After her breasts were really clean I moved under the water to her slightly protruding belly. Her navel got clean and then I had her get on her hands and knees.

I scratched and rubbed her long back before I went where we both knew I was headed in the first place. I used the loofah to scrub her butt cheeks before I let it drop into the suds. More soap made my trip down between her cheeks easier. She angled her hips and moaned as my fingers slid over and over and over her little puckered back door. Her thighs parted and I found her slippery lips there.

I rubbed and scrubbed and scratched, as she moaned and groaned. I’d just finished rinsing her crotch free of the soap. When she clamped my hand tightly and clenched her teeth I stopped. She looked at me with half open eyes. “Something different, eh?” she asked me. She pulled the plug and the water began to drain out.

“Huh? Oh…well…” Her hand reached out and grabbed my shoulder. It should have been harder for her to tip me into the tub to join her. But it wasn’t. I rolled over and she was standing over me. She was wearing a grin I’d never seen before. She took a couple of steps up along my body until she was directly çorlu escort over my neck and head.

What she did then was so out of character it left me speechless. She bent her knees a bit and used her hands to spread her slit open. Then she let loose. The stream of urine splashed against my chest and neck as she pissed on me! It reflected up into my face in tiny, hot, raindrops. I never knew how hot it was when it first came out. She rocked back and I closed my eyes and held my breath. Her urine splashed over my face, pungent and hot.

My cock was as hard as it had ever been then as she pissed all over me. The stream dropped off to a dribble and I pulled her down. I clamped my mouth to her crotch and she groaned again, climaxing immediately as I sucked the last tangy drops from her pussy. Then I pushed her back and down to impale her on my thick rod. I didn’t have a prayer of lasting long, even though I’d climaxed only a half hour before. I tightened up as I throbbed inside her. I pulled her by her hair to me and kissed her hard, biting her lips and being bitten in return.

We were both sore from all the exertion as we climbed out of the tub. Neither of us said anything. I think we were both kind of surprised at what had happened. At least I know I was surprised. We staggered to the bedroom and flopped into bed. She rolled over, her back to me, and scooted back. I spooned against her damp butt and wrapped my arm over her chest. I cupped her left breast and kissed the back of her neck lightly. “I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you, too,” she answered back in a voice already full of slumber. I smiled and let sleep take me with her. We were okay, I thought.

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The Village Sluts Ch. 13-15

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Author’s Note: I am glad to hear so many of you are enjoying this story thus far. I started writing this when I noticed that very little scat content was being posted regularly and that there was a general lack of scat content overall, especially lesbian scat.

I’m at a point in the story where I have covered a lot of the ideas and scenarios I came into this story with. That being said, I still have some plans for future chapters and a general idea of what will happen with the characters (so don’t worry about me ending the story any time soon).

I am telling you this because I am at a place where the next parts of this story are pretty open at the moment. So, if you have any ideas, fetishes, or scenarios you want to see these characters or others experience, let me know either in the comments or send me a message. I am more than happy to add your ideas to my stories but, if I don’t receive anything, I will just continue coming up with the story myself.

Warning to any new readers, this story contains strong scat and urine material. This includes scat play, eating/drinking, soiling, etc. If you do not share these fetishes, please do not read this story as that is the focus. If you do continue to read, that’s up to you. I would hope you are adults and can make your own decisions.

Chapter 13 Plugged

“Are you ready?” Anna asked Chloe cheerfully.

“Um. I guess.” Chloe stood in her kitchen, dressed in the black t-shirt and pants she was provided by James two days prior. The clothes fit very loosely on Chloe, hiding her curves beneath the baggy fabric branded with ‘Mark’s Grocery Mart’ in white letters across her chest. Today was her first day of work since moving and she was unsure how to feel about it.

“You don’t look ready.” Anna giggled, squeezing Chloe’s ass gently.

“Yeah, well, I haven’t worked for 5 weeks and I’m still not convinced I’m qualified for this position.”

“Don’t worry, James is a good guy. And,” Anna jogged over to the front door where her purse was thrown on the ground. She bent down, reaching into the black leather bag and removing a small metal object, “I got you a very special present.”

“Wow, a present? For me? I thought I was the only one in this relationship who gave very special presents.”

“Well, not today. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I’m pretty sure your job is not going to be very stimulating. But I think this will be!” Anna walked back to Chloe, something clenched in her hand.

“What is it?” Chloe asked, trying to get a peek of what Anna was hiding in her fist.

“Turn around and I’ll show you.”

Chloe turned her back to Anna, trying to wrap her head around what this could be. Suddenly she felt Anna pull on the back of her pants, lowering them and her matching black underwear slightly and revealing her ass crack. She heard Anna pull something from her mouth and suddenly Chloe felt a cool sensation against her sphincter.

Her ass gave way and she felt the small metal nub, which she now realized was a butt plug, slide in. “Ohhhh” Chloe gasped as the plug slid all the way in and her asshole closed around its base, tightly gripping the metal neck. The only indication that something was inside her was the red gemstone on the base of the plug, now nestled between her two large cheeks.

Chloe had never used a buttplug but it was something she had always wanted to try. Her first encounter with anal play was when she was a freshman in high school before she met her girlfriend. She had been masturbating for a few years already and wanted to spice it up. Anal sex was something she first found about in a porn video she watched online and she became infatuated with it.

She started slow, fingering her asshole one night while sitting on her toilet and playing with her pussy. Eventually, she added more fingers, working her way up until she could fit four but, much to her disappointment, she could never find the right angle to fit her whole hand in. That was she decided she needed something larger.

Due to her living with her parents, Chloe never got sex toys until she moved out for college and she instead had to settle for what she could find around the house. The first thing up her ass was her hairbrush but its thin handle didn’t stretch her out as much as she wanted. Perfume bottles of various sizes were next, they stretched her pretty well, but the hard plastic and glass often left her ass sore.

Next came vegetables, specifically carrots, although she would use the occasional cucumber if she could get her hands on one. The tapered shape of the carrots meant they would slide in easier and she could buy them in a range of sizes, meaning she could get some very intense stretching if she found the right one.

Her experimentation with anal play was also one of the largest causes of her scat fetish. Due to her inexperience, Chloe didn’t know about enemas and likely couldn’t get her hands on one if she tried, tokat escort so she often got dirty. Initially, her fingers wouldn’t reach in very far and she would get some shit on the tips at worst, which she would just wipe off with some toilet paper.

Eventually, however, her need to go bigger resulted in carrots shoved deep into her intestines where her waste was waiting. The first time she used a carrot she almost immediately realized her mistake. When she pulled the carrot from her ass roughly half of it was covered in her fresh shit, covering the bright orange flesh in hot scat.

Initially, she freaked out, trying to wipe off as much of the shit as she could, but her nose slowly became used to the smell and she felt herself become turned on. She put the carrot back in her shit-filled ass and quickly came to a strong orgasm. After that day, Chloe continued her anal adventures although most of them were now much filthier, often involving scat and piss in some form or another. It wasn’t long before she found out about enemas and how to properly prepare for anal, but she never did.

“There, now you have something to think about when you get bored at work!” Anna pulled Chloe’s pants back up, covering the plug before giving her a pat on the ass.

Chloe turned and kissed Anna’s soft lips, “Oh Miss Nadish, you are one kinky girl.”

Anna giggled, “So you like it then?”

“Love it.” Chloe kissed her again, “It feels like there is a big shit ready to come out. Although, this may be a little distracting to have in while I work.”

“Well, that’s too bad for you because you aren’t allowed to take it out until you come home. Speaking of which,” Anna walked to the door and grabbed her purse, “Hurry up. I have to go to work too and you’re driving.”

“Just a sec, Jane was supposed to come over and do some more work today. I was waiting for her to get here before I left in case she had any problems.”

Anna looked down at her watch, ‘There is no time, you don’t want to be late on your first day. Besides, she’s been working here for like two weeks, I think she’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Chloe sighed, “I’m just going to write her a note quickly letting her know that I’ll bet at work for the day.” She grabbed a pad of paper and quickly scrawled a message in pen, leaving it on the counter. “Ok, let’s go.’

The two girls walked out the front door and into the warm summer air, making their way down the front steps and into Chloe’s car.

Chloe sat into the driver’s seat and quickly shot up, rubbing her ass. “Shit.” She muttered before slowly lowering herself back into the seat, pressing the base of the metal plug against her sphincter and deeper into her ass.

Anna laughed at Chloe’s sudden shock, “Having some trouble over there dear?”

“Not as much as you will be after I get done work tonight,” Chloe responded in a snide tone, starting the car and pulling out of her driveway.

The ride was short and relatively uneventful, most of it was Chloe wriggling in her seat, trying to make the plug sit comfortably, while Anna watched and laughed. Before long Chloe pulled up to the curb in front of the Café and put the car in park.

“OK missy,” Chloe kissed Anna’s forehead, still wriggling slightly, “Have a good day at work, don’t cause any problems. I’ll pick you up when you are done.”

“What are you, my mom?” Anna laughed as she unbuckled her seatbelt, “Have fun with your present.” She winked before stepping out of the car and slamming the door behind her.

‘Oh, I’m definitely going to punish her tonight.’ Chloe thought to herself as she put the car back in drive and pulled out, traveling further down the street to the supermarket where she was about to begin her first shift.

Chloe turned into the parking lot and parked in one of the spaces with an ‘Employ Parking Only’ sign Infront of it. After gathering her stuff, she entered the store through the front doors where James was waiting for her as he promised.

“Are you ready for your first day?” James asked, seemingly very excited to have a new employee.

Chloe just nodded in response.

“Sounds great! I would love to get you working on the floor right away but unfortunately, we have a lot of forms for you to fill out. Real exciting stuff.” James laughed, gently elbowing Chloe.

Chloe followed James to the back of the store where his office was located, trying to walk as normally as possible despite the large metal plug shoved firmly in her ass.

“Here we are.” James opened the door revealing a stack of papers on a desk, “Just work your way through these, they should all have instructions on them so you can figure out what to do. I’ll be back in an hour to see how you’re doing.”

“Sounds good.” Chloe waited for James to leave and close the door before sitting down, trying not to show how uncomfortable she was. She gently lowered herself onto the desk chair, feeling her buttplug dig deeper the yozgat escort more pressure she put on it.

At first, Chloe found it difficult to focus on anything other than the intrusive feeling of needing to shit that was she was experiencing, but before long she was working her way through the papers. Most of them were just a list of rules and instructions that she had to sign. Other than, it was just basic safety info that she already had experienced in her previous jobs.

After roughly 45 minutes she had worked her way through the entire stack, now sitting alone in the office with nothing to do until James got back. With nothing to distract her, her mind quickly went back to the pressure on her ass.

Chloe began grinding into her chair, slowly at first, trying to hide what she was doing as much as possible. Her gyrations quickly became faster and more noticeable, however, as she noticed how good it felt. Her pussy began to drip into her pants and she could feel the crotch of her panties become soaked and sticky.

‘Fuck this feels so good but I can’t get caught cumming at work on my first day.’ Chloe thought to herself, considering what would happen if James were to walk in and see what she was doing. Worried she might get fired, Chloe forced herself to stop before coming to an orgasm and waited for James to return.

Chapter 14: Alone and Dirty

Jane knocked on the front door, back in her old clothes, and with gardening equipment in hand, she was ready for another day’s work in Chloe’s garden. She waited a few seconds before knocking again but she was still met with silence.

‘Hmm. Her car is gone, maybe she isn’t home right now.’ Jane thought to herself before trying the doorknob. Sure enough, it was unlocked and she swung it open.

“Chloe? Are you here? I’m here to work on your gardens. I told you I was coming over, remember?” All the lights were off and there was still no response, furthering Jane’s belief that no one was home. She looked around the room before slipping her shoes off and making her way into the kitchen where a note on the counter caught her eye.

“Sorry Jane, I started work this week and won’t be home as much to help you. My shifts go to 6 and I should be back shortly after that if you need anything. – Chloe” Jane read it aloud, her voice filling the empty space.

This was the first day Jane was left alone to work since her initial masturbation incident in Chloe’s bathroom and her mind immediately began thinking of things she could get up to. Unlike last time, Jane knew almost exactly when Chloe would be home and she had 6 hours all to herself with whatever she could find in the small bungalow.

Jane’s hand immediately dropped to her crotch where she began rubbing her clit through her rough jeans. ‘Oh fuck Jane. You are such a kinky slut but you can’t cum yet.’ Jane thought, removing her hand and making her way to Chloe’s bedroom for the second time in 2 weeks.

“Please be something good. Please be something good.” Jane quietly whispered before pulling off the hamper lid, reveling the dirty clothes inside.

‘A whole new load’ Jane thought to herself, digging into the basket with both hands. She sorted through the clothes until her hand finally found what she was looking for. She pulled out the thong, ‘A much sexier pair of panties than last time.’ She thought, holding the lacey garments up, ‘She probably wore them for Anna.’

Inside the panties, Jane found exactly what she was looking for, a crusty, cum-covered crotch and a beautiful deep brown streak traveling down the back and mingling with the old pussy cream. She ran out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, closing the door while pulling her shirt over her head and chucking it onto the ground.

Her lack of bra allowed her to immediately grab her hard nipple, gently playing with it and pulling on the pink nub. Her pants were next to go as she pulled them down, opening the lid of the toilet and sitting down, kicking her legs until the ripped blue jeans flew off.

Bringing Chloe’s panties to her face, Jane deeply inhaled; Chloe’s shit and unwashed ass overpowering any smell of sex that remained on the old panties. Jane brought out her tongue and hungrily licked the gusset of the soiled underwear, her mouth is filled with the taste of shit she had grown accustomed to in the previous weeks.

Since her first encounter with Chloe’s scat, Jane began experimenting more with her own shit when she was home alone. For the most part, this entailed sticking one of her fingers in her ass when she was extra full and licking it clean. She had also discovered how good it felt to orgasm while shitting which lead to her going days without the toilet and then letting it all out in one go when playing with her pussy on the toilet.

Sitting on the toilet, Jane was happy to remember that it had been at least two days since she had last used the facilities. She was saving up for today, hoping zonguldak escort Chloe would once again be out. Fortunately, she got her wish, now sitting alone in Chloe’s bathroom with her ass full of shit.

Jane reached her hand into the waistband of her own panties, preparing to pull them down so she could finally release before an extra filthy thought crossed her mind. Rather than pulling her panties down, Jane yanked them up, pulling them tight against her dripping pussy and creating a big camel toe.

With one hand down the front of her panties playing with her clit, Jane opened her bladder and let her pee dribble out. Mostly uninterrupted by the panties, the flow started slowly at first, passing through the thin fabric and traveling down Jane’s thighs into the toilet. Soon her stream intensified, hot piss spraying directly from her pussy and into the toilet bowl below, creating a loud splash as it hit the water.

Jane’s pussy could be seen through the wet patch created in her white panties, showing off her big brown bush of pubic hair. “Fuck.” Jane moaned, her stream had now become nothing more than a dribble, the previous two days of pee finally gone.

Taking one last taste of Chloe’s panties, Jane opened the waistband on her own soiled panties and began rubbing the crusty crotch of the black thong against her piss covered lips. Slowly she began to push with her two fingers, Chloe’s panties slowly working their way into Janes pussy thanks to the lube created by her cunt juices and piss.

Soon only a small portion of the waste band hung out, the rest of the panties were shoved deep inside of Jane. Feeling how close her orgasm was now, Jane was finally ready. She continued rubbing her clit with one hand, using the other to poke at the panties inside her and shove them deeper.

“Oh. Oh. OHHHH!” Just as the orgasm rocketed from her loins, Jane bore down with all her might. A wet fart shot out and was immediately followed by a torrent of hot, soft scat. It gushed out of her ass, crackling as it gathered in the rear of her panties. Jane’s underwear began to sag under the weight of shit that was filling them, hanging down just above the toilet water.

With the back of her panties now full and the shit still freely flowing out of her ass, Jane could feel the wet load slowly making its way up the crotch, surrounding the base of her pussy with her shit. One last fart ripped out of her ass and directly into the brown mass, its sound becoming almost completely dampened.

With that, Jane was finally done. She looked down between her legs to see her scat flowing out the sides of her panties and into the toilet. She grabbed the back of her waistband and tipped it open, trying to drop as much shit into the toilet as she could. Thanks to the sticky texture of the scat, most of it plopped out in one large clump.

Using toilet paper, she scraped as much of the remaining scat as she could out of her panties before standing up. Being careful not to get any shit on the floor, Jane pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. She looked into the mirror that Chloe had resting in the corner of her bathroom, her entire ass was coated in a light brown sludge, as was most of the front.

“This is going to take a bit of cleaning,” Jane muttered to herself, shuffling over to the shower to avoid making as much of a mess as possible. Turning on the hot water, Jane stood with her back to the stream of water, watching as her shit slid off and mixed with the water, making a brown soup that flowed to the drain.

She remembered the panties she had shoved into her vagina and grabbed the waistband, slowly pulling them out. A shiver went down Jane’s spine as the panties finally popped out, she noticed a large portion of her shit got onto them, stating their edges brown.

This discovery immediately made her pussy wet again and she stuck two fingers inside, smelling Chloe’s panties which were now covered in her own shit and cream on top of what was already there.

“You’re such a filthy slut!” Jane moaned, furiously fingering herself when she noticed the brown streak of shit from inside her pussy covering her fingers, “You came from shitting yourself and now you’re about to cum again. Your pussy is filled with shit! You filthy shit slut!”

Jane continued to grind her fingers before she exploded once again, pulling out her fingers and squirting her cum, which was brown from the shit coating her pussy, across the shower. After the feeling wore off, Jane’s legs gave out and she collapsed into the shitty pool of water below her, the shower now spraying the back of her head.

Now sitting on the wet tile, Jane began to process what had just occurred. She still a huge mess to clean up and it wouldn’t be long before Chloe came home. Soon she stood, turned off the shower, and began her work. Washing the entire bathroom with what she could find, Jane managed to remove most of her shit, although she couldn’t get rid of the smell.

Her panties were ruined and she decided to throw them out in the garbage in Chloe’s garage as to hopefully not raise any suspicions. As for Chloe’s panties, she tried to wash off as much of her own shit in the bathroom sink as she could before drying them off with a towel and returning them to the laundry basket.

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I sat daydreaming looking at my wife dressed in a short skirt and black heels with sheer nude hose. Hanes silk reflections barely there! She always dressed so nice for Thanksgiving. Listening to a relative drone on about his doings I thought back to last Sunday morning.

I had just come back from taking the kids to Sunday school, she was dressed and ironing her clothes for the upcoming work week. She came around the corner in a sexy black skirt and matching heels with Hanes silk reflections Quicksilver hose.

“Aren’t you going to come in and worship my feet while I iron?”

We had talked about that the night before while having sex. Being a foot guy I was on the floor between her feet before she was ready. I was on my stomach kissing her ankle slowly working my way down along her arch. Sticking my nose in between her shoe and foot I could smell the light scent of leather mixed in with her lotion. She spread her feet a bit giving me more room. As she rocked back and forth as she ironed I could feel her feet flex under my lips and tongue. I loved the sensation of her hose against my face. As she finished on pair of pants she stepped away, I took this opportunity to roll onto my back. Another few seconds of grinding my cock against the floor and I was going to cum.

She smiled at me when she turned and saw I was now facing up. Placing a heel on either side of my head I was granted the live up skirt view I loved so much. This appealed to my giantess fetish big time. I now turned my face to her other foot and started to kiss her arch when she gently nudged my face with her foot. Not too hard but enough to get my attention, when I looked up to her she moved slightly to her left stepping away a bit then took her right heel and planted it on my face. The sole of her pump on my forehead and het spike resting between my lips.

“They always say that when ironing or standing for a long time you should try to rest your foot on something to ease any stress on your back. Don’t you agree?”

I knew what to do and my soft moan was all she needed to hear knowing what she was doing to me. I held her heel gently between my teeth as she slid her foot out. Goad I love that sound, you know the sound of a leather pump sliding off a sexy size 6.5 hose covered foot. I let her shoe drop and she planted her foot square on my face, My nose nestled against her sexy high arch and her toes flexing a bit on my eye and my lips busy kissing the underside of her foot. Turning her foot a bit she completely covered my mouth and kırşehir escort I worked my tongue back and forth massaging her sole. I was in fucking heaven and I thought my dick was going to explode.

“Come on we have to go get the kids and go to church. Put my shoe back on!”

I took her shoe and slid it back on but not before I kissed her toes. Once her shoe was on she stepped over me leaving me on the floor in total awe of what she just did to me. This was going to be a long morning!

The short car ride to church was just enough time for me to calm down even though I was treated to a brief tease while driving. Once inside our kids joined us and sat between us. She crossed her leg letting her shoe dangle just a tiny bit. She was doing this intentionally but I wasn’t the only one watching. I could see the guy across the aisle next to her and even the one behind him were taking the time to watch also. I told her about this in the past and she didn’t believe me until she noticed one day at a meeting for work. I watched as she let her heel slip off her foot briefly and noticed that she had their complete attention at this point. I wondered what they were praying for, knowing their wives I could only imagine. Focusing on the reason we were there I made it through church but just barely. I don’t think it’s a sin to think about some of the things that run through my head in church since it’s my wife but if it is I am in deep shit!

Once we got home and got the kids settled it was time to lock the bedroom door. This is a regular occurrence on Sunday, always has been and I love it. I took my clothes off and she stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but her heels and hose. Fuck I love this look on her! She walked up to me and placed her hands on my shoulders gently nudging me down to my knees. I knew what she wanted and was going to give it to her. Kneeling I took her left nipple in my mouth and started to suck on it softly at first and slowly increasing the pressure. She loves this, makes her so wet! This was something that developed in the last few years and when she finally told me about it I make sure to do it for her. Sometimes I ignore them until she tells me “Suck my Nipples” those little words just jack me up. She doesn’t like it too hard though I have gotten carried away and bit her a few times, not good results for that.

I Love kneeling before her doing this, I slide my hands up and down her hose covered legs feeling her ass down to her hard calves. I slide my cock between them and she traps it between her calves holding my there as I malatya escort slowly start to fuck her hose covered legs. I have to be careful as I don’t want to cum too soon. She steps back a bit and I change nipples slowly kissing my way around her areola lightly flicking her hard nipple. She slides her leg into me lifting her shoe and pressing under my balls. I can feel the top of her silky foot starting to slide back and forth slowly. I am starting to leak pre cum uncontrollably and she loves this knowing she is causing it by teasing me. She slides her foot up pressing my cock into me and takes the toe of her shoe up the underside of my cock milking me a bit. I am rubbing her sweet pussy through her hose now sucking harder on her nipple. I can feel her heat and her hose getting damp. She knows what’s coming next and takes me by my hair and pushes me further down.

Spreading her legs I slide down putting my arms behind me and placing my face in her pussy as she straddles my face I slide my tongue out along her gusset. When I reach her bud I do my best to press into her and suck through her hose. I can feel her thighs against the side of my head as she starts to press down onto my face a bit. I meet her pressure pushing back up. Then she did something new, dropping her weight down on me I was pinned to the floor as she sat on my face. I liked it new things are good. I thrust my tongue even harder into her as she slowly rocked back and forth on my face. The gusset of her hose was getting wetter with my saliva and her nectar mixing together. Without any warning she stood up and when I tried to follow a spike heel was placed on my chest holding me down. Holy fuck she knows I love shit like this.

As I lay there she took her heel and used my shoulder to take her shoe off sliding her foot down my chest my senses were exploding at the sensation. Placing her foot on my cock she started to step on me. Faster and harder her heel was hitting my balls. My god she was jacking me off with her foot hard and I was enjoying the pain. The two senses of pleasure and pain were like fire and ice and she knew it was rocking me. Harder she pressed and I was lifting my hips to meet her steps. I could feel my cock leaking and wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to last. I am sure she could tell by my facial expressions as she slowed to a stop. Putting her full weight on my cock she brought her other foot up alongside my hip. Then taking her foot shoe slowly pressed her toes into my balls. Soft sounds were involuntarily leaving my mouth I don’t think I could speak if my life niğde escort depended on it

Using her big toe she slowly dragged it up over my balls and along my shaft. She was milking my cock and it was working. As she got further up she was placing her whole foot on me until the tips of her toes were resting on the head of my cock. Her delicate soft sole resting on my cock I tried to move but she just shook her head no and I didn’t move. Slowly now she took her toes and slide them over my cockhead covering them in pre cum. Oh my God the feeling of a hosed foot covered in pre cum on my cock is another slice of heaven. With my eyes shut I felt her toes forcing their way into my mouth and I didn’t hesitate to do what she wanted.

“Get on the bed” Was all she said to me. I was there in a flash watching her slide her hose off. I admit I was briefly disappointed. She climbed up onto me,” Please let me lick your pussy.”

She didn’t say a word as my cock easily slid into her and she started to fuck my brains out rocking back and forth making sure she was hitting all her right spots. I was doing my levelheaded best not to cum, I wanted her to enjoy every second. I brought my head up and started to suck her nipple again as she was fucking me. Not the best porno move but it worked, She was about to explode. Laying back down I didn’t know it until she did it but she had her hose in her hand and placed it on my face holding me down. I could feel her pressing and squeezing my face harder as her orgasm built and when she came that was it I was done. I exploded into her and the sensation was great as it felt like every drop of blood left my head. Normally when she feels me cum inside her she cums also but this time she went first and I think the feeling was intensified for her because she was pressing her hose into my face like mad. When she was done she lay on top of me and we were both spent. I don’t think we were at it very long but it was intense. We lay there for a bit both regaining the power of speech.

“Good baby”

I couldn’t answer so she knew that she just destroyed me. I could feel our juices leaking out and down my balls a bit.

“MMMM you made a mess”

As she said this she slowly lifted off me and slid up a bit. On all fours we both knew what was happening and l lifted my head to watch out mix slowly leak onto my stomach. After a few seconds she took her hose and used them to keep the rest form coming out as she climbed off the bed and into the bathroom. A few minutes later she came out and I had not moved, she was standing near the bed I slid back just a bit until my head was off the side and upside down I started to lick her pussy lips. She stayed for a few seconds with a soft moan.

“Later baby, I promise you can like me as much as you want but we have things to do.”

I gathered my strength and headed into the shower it was already a great day!

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