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Chapter 1: Spring

Spring is the time in a young man’s life,
Where he first looks for a mate.
He’s young and he’s green,
But he’s mighty keen,
And he goes like a bull at a gate.

*

Gippsland, Australia 1945.

I was eighteen the day the war ended and had just missed out on joining up. To be honest I was quite disappointed. When our side was winning the men in uniform had all the girls hanging off them. We boys that were too young to fight were expected to just sit quietly in the background and let the soldiers have their glory. Sure, there were plenty of kids my age in the war but in the country everyone knows everyone and my father had made sure the local recruiting officers knew I was too young and was not to go.

After the war was over we had a welcome home dance in the local town hall and I was allowed to go on the condition that I took the 1937 Chev farm pickup and helped cart stuff, set up and pack up. I didn’t care, it was an event and I got to be there. My Dad was not coming because he had been injured in the Great War (or the First World War as it became known because of the second) and could not dance, and Mum said she was not interested. This amazed me at the time as Mum was a great gossip and she would never miss an opportunity to catch up with the other ladies from the area. Later I worked out that she was worried that Dad would get depressed and do something stupid. Both my brothers were not yet returned from the Pacific, so for the first time in my life I took the Chev and went to a dance on my own.

I got to the dance early with a load of tables and I helped set up the streamers and banners. Soon the first people started to arrive and when the band started playing the night was away. It all went well for a while but then some Americans arrived. In those days there was a lot of resentment toward those American able-bodied men who spent the war in Australia not at the front. The saying was they were “over paid, over sexed and over here”. So that night not only were they over here but they had crashed our celebration too. The worst thing was their senior officer, a Major, outranked our senior officer. This made things awkward as the Americans started playing up to the local girls and the only American who had brought his own girl was the Major who’s daughter had come with him.

As the night continued and more whiskey and beer was consumed, the tensions grew. I saw an American soldier who had been making time with Emily Johnson go out to the toilet and a group of our soldiers followed him out. After a short time the Australians came back but no American. A little later another American went out the back and the same Australians followed. This time there was yelling and some more Americans followed. From there the whole thing turned into a brawl. The American Major went to our Captain and suggested they try to stop it together but the Captain was drunk and just told him to piss off. The Major then went out the back. The next thing we heard were shots and we all ran out.

Two Australian soldiers had been shot and the Major was standing there with his pistol drawn. Some Australian soldiers that could run had done so, but the Major kept quite a few there at gunpoint. By the time the local cop arrived many of the Australians were gone but the Americans were all there as they had arrived in one truck and the Major would not let them leave. The first soldier who had disappeared was found and he had been badly beaten up. It was about then the rain set in and I clearly remember the cries of the injured and the blood running down the path, and then I knew how lucky I was to have not gone to war. The soldiers all ignored it but I threw up in the garden. The American Major saw this and summoned me over.

“What’s your name, son?” he asked.

“David, Sir.” I replied nervously.

“How old are you?” he asked, in a tone that suggested some sympathy.

“Er, eighteen Sir.” I gulped, a bit embarrassed by throwing up and very shy to be the center of attention this way.

“Don’t worry son”, the Major said kindly, “I just want to know a few things. Have you been drinking tonight and which way do you live?”

“No Sir, I don’t drink,” I answered, “and our place is about twenty miles east of town, near the river.”

“Did you come with anyone else tonight?” then he yelled, “Don’t move, I’m still watching you.” as one of the soldiers tried to fade out of sight. We all jumped, but me more than the others. The soldier moved in again like nothing had happened but his mates all grinned. “Come on son,” said the Major, “I asked you a question.”

“I drove here on my own Sir.” I stammered nervously. The Major looked like he was trying to be nice but he scared the hell out of me.

“Right,” said the Major, “Come here Wendy.” and his daughter walked over to him. I had not paid attention to her earlier as protective Americans had continuously surrounded her. Wendy was about five and a half foot tall and had long brown hair tied in a loose ponytail. She was pretty without any makeup on and her dress was well rounded Temelli Escort suggesting a good healthy figure. Wendy looked as nervous as I felt and with the scrutiny of the Australian soldiers being so obvious I can’t say I didn’t blame her. “David,” said the Major, using my name for the first time, “I’m going to be tied up here for some time and Wendy needs to get back home. Can I trust you to get her home safely to the base?”

We all knew where the Americans were and it was on the way for me but if he had asked me to take her to the moon I would have said yes just to get this nerve-wracking interview over with. “Yes Sir,” I said “I can take her as soon as we pack up.”

“No son, take her now, they can pack up without you.” The Major was used to giving orders and I was in no position to argue. “Wendy,” he said, “go home with David.” She didn’t move. “Now.” He said firmly. Wendy walked over to me and we left. The Major had his attention on the soldiers in front of him and he did not even see us go.

No one paid any attention to us we walked through the hall, the party was well and truly over and all the action was outside. I did manage to find Mrs. Watson and tell her I had to take Wendy home.

“That’s nice dear.” She said absently as she stared out the window trying to keep up with what was happening. I thought to myself Mum will be kicking herself for weeks for missing this, as there will be no other topic of conversation in town for a very long time.

Wendy quietly followed me and I opened the door of the Chev for her.

“I can’t…” she said and then laughed. Wendy was quite pretty when she laughed. “I’ll never get used to you having the steering wheel on the wrong side,” she giggled, “I thought you wanted me to drive and I can’t.” Wendy’s accent was funny but I still managed to understand her.

“No worries,” I said, “Dad would be pretty upset if I let anyone else drive it anyway.” Wendy got in then so did I. I started the truck and took off, jerking a bit because the crash box was getting pretty worn and I was still shaken by the encounter with the Major.

Wendy had gone back to invisible. She seemed to fade into the background and not really be there unless there was a reason. As I drove I thought about what I could have done to help. I should have stopped the first soldier getting bashed by coming out in the nick of time, I should have got the Captain out to fix things before the Major did, I should have…

“I hate him.” Mary’s voice cut through my childish thoughts.

“I beg your pardon?” I asked, well trained in manners at least.

“I hate my father,” said Wendy, “he manipulates people and looks like he cares but he is only interested in his job.”

“He must love you.” I said thinking how I had been railroaded into taking her home.

“When it suits him,” she said, “he just fixed you to get me out of the way so he could get on with the important job of getting those Australians into trouble.”

“Really?” How, I thought, does she know what I am thinking?

“He has that effect on everyone,” Wendy said, “they think for hours how they could have done something so he didn’t come out the hero, but no one does.”

I had no answer for that so I just concentrated on driving. In those days the cars were pretty unstable with poor suspension driving conventional tires and there were plenty of potholes where the roads were not needed by the military. We bumped and bounced without seat belts and had to hang on tight. Then the rain hit again.

“Damn.” I said.

“What’s the matter?” Wendy asked.

“Oh, sorry,” I said, “I forgot you were in the truck. The wiper packed up last week and we haven’t managed to fix it yet.”

The rain got heavier and with the old six-volt lamps it was getting pretty hard to see without a wiper.

“Should we pull over?” Wendy asked sounding a bit worried.

“We’ll have to, at least until the rain slows.” I answered looking for a suitable place. Then I saw the turn off to the pond, where we all used to go swimming, I pulled off and drove to the park at the end behind the trees. Not surprisingly there was no one there.

“Where are we?” Wendy asked.

“The local swimming hole.” I said, and turned the motor off.

The rain drummed on the roof as it got heavier and the clouds totally blocked the moon making our night vision very limited. Wendy said something but I couldn’t hear her.

“What?” I said, “I can’t hear you over this noise.”

Wendy looked at me and lowered her eyes. She moved her head closer to mine and said, “I’m scared.”

Wendy looked scared, the colour had drained from her face, and she was shivering. “There’s nothing to be scared of Wendy,” I said, my mouth close to her ear so she could hear me “the storm will pass and then we can get back on the road. There’s no-one out there and just me in here, I promise I don’t bite, not even Americans.”

I was rewarded with a faint smile. “It’s so dark and noisy,” she whispered in my ear, “and I’m cold.” She snuggled up against my body so Temelli Escort Bayan I could feel her shivering.

I put my arms around Wendy and hugged her to me. “I don’t have a blanket or anything, I’m sorry.”

“Just hold me.” Wendy whispered. So I held her tight. We stayed in that position for a few minutes as the rain poured down harder than ever. Wendy’s shivering slowed and then stopped as we shared our combined warmth. I had never managed to get this close to a girl before and the warmth of her body and the feel of her breasts pressing into my chest made my dick harden, much to my embarrassment, but fortunately she didn’t notice.

“David?” she asked quietly, so I could just hear her.

“Yes?” I whispered back.

“Have you ever er.. done it with a girl?”

My mind reeled. How did she know how horny I was? “I uh… well no.”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” she whispered, “I haven’t done it either. What do you think it would be like?”

How do you answer a question like that? I was eighteen and that was a subject I and my mates had pondered at length. I had heard of people who had done it but any description was “It was great,” or something like that. I had seen plenty of animals having sex and it seemed to be more of a struggle than a pleasure for them. Even with my mates we were guarded about it but none of us had claimed we had done it yet so all the discussions were just guesses.

“It must be nice,” I said lamely, “because so many people want to do it.”

Wendy cuddled me tighter. “I think about it a lot being around soldiers who just talk about it all the time. Sometimes they look at me and the same look can make me feel like a Queen or make me feel like dirt.”

“Wow.” I said, my brain not being able to keep up with the idea and talk intelligently at the same time.

“I have heard some of the girls who work on the base talking,” Wendy continued, as if I had not said anything, “and they say most men only want their own pleasure and won’t look after the girl.”

I was more excited than I had ever been but this was going way too fast for me to understand. How does a man give a woman pleasure? What does Wendy want? Does she just want to talk about this to see how embarrassed I get? What about her father? Oh no, what would the Major do if I touched his daughter. I jumped suddenly and pushed Wendy away.

“What’s the matter?” Wendy asked.

“I… um… I don’t think we should be doing this.” I said nervously.

“It’s my father isn’t it?” Wendy asked, “You’re scared of what the Major will do if he finds out right?”

“Well, yes.” I managed to say.

“Don’t worry about him,” Wendy told me, “he will be in for a long night. Besides the rain is not getting any less so we may as well talk.”

“I um…” I was totally lost. Wendy had me so confused I did not know what to do.

“Hold me again,” said Wendy, “I’m getting cold.” She cuddled right into my side and put her arms around me. I could fell her breasts pushing into my side through the thin cotton dress she was wearing.

“I don’t think this a good…” My sentence remained unfinished as Wendy kissed me. She put her hand behind my head and then put her mouth over mine and put her tongue in my mouth. I was so shocked I almost bit her tongue. Her tongue was moving around in my mouth and it felt weird, but nice.

Wendy pulled her mouth from mine and said, “You have to use your tongue too.” Then kissed me again. This time my mouth was shut and I tried to keep it shut but her tongue pushed and probed until I opened up and let it in. The kiss started as it would with two who had never tried to kiss like this before. We clashed teeth, we bumped noses, we forgot to breathe at times but for a very long time the kiss was not broken because one or the other would not let go.

Finally we broke apart. We stared at each other, panting.

“Wow.” I was still having trouble getting words out and that was the best I could muster.

“That was amazing, David. I felt like I was part of you.” Wendy did not have trouble with words at the time. “I have always wanted to try that,” she continued, “and I was not disappointed.”

The rain was still pounding on the roof of the truck and the night was very cold without the motor running to keep us warm but I was numb to these things. I stared at Wendy wondering what else she had always wanted to try, and also wondering why I was still too shy to make any sort of move. I tried to will my hand to touch her breast through her dress but just could not make it happen.

“Are you OK?” Wendy asked.

“Wow.” I was still lost for words.

“You made my heart beat so fast,” Wendy said and taking my hand placed it on her breast just as I had wanted to, “can you feel it?”

What I felt was a soft spongy part of Wendy in my hand. She was very warm there and her nipple poked through the cotton into the palm of my hand. I sat there frozen in shock, not moving and she said, “Go on squeeze it David.” I slowly squeezed and kneaded the breast through the cotton and Escort Temelli Wendy moaned, I found the nipple in my fingers and tweaked it. “Gently.” She told me, so I was more gentle. “Firm on the breast, David,” she whispered, “and gentle on the nipple, it is more sensitive.” I slowly rubbed the breast and nipple while Wendy moaned in pleasure. In the darkness I could just see her eyes were shut and her mouth was open so I leaned over and kissed her again.

The kiss felt like she was franticly trying to suck the life from me, her movements became frenzied and her whole body was pushing against my hand. The fire in my pants was burning furiously, my dick pushing my underpants and pants straight out my full six inches.

We eventually, again broke apart, staring at each other.

“Wow,” said Wendy beating me to my entire vocabulary, “That felt so good.”

“Yes.” I managed a new word.

We sat there in the truck no longer noticing the rain or the cold, each contemplating what we had done. I had just had my first kiss, and managed to touch a girl, the kids I had known at school would never believe it even if I were to tell them.

“David,” said Wendy eventually, “are you OK?”

“I’m overwhelmed.” I told her honestly.

“I want to do it again,” she said, “but this time try kissing my ears and neck as well, that is supposed to be good too.” I wondered how she knew all these things, but not for long as her lips again sought mine.

Another passionate kiss and the thoughts just left my head. I managed after a while to reach for her breast again and this time I rubbed both of them. Wendy broke the kiss to nibble on my earlobe and this new sensation made me remember her last suggestion. I returned the favor and mouthed her ears and the worked down to her throat where I nibbled gently. Wendy lay her head back moaning as I kept nibbling and sucking while still rubbing those very erect nipples and holding those firm, handful sized breasts. I kissed down to the collar of her dress and as I worked my way back again she leaned into me and put her hands behind her back pushing her neck to my mouth and her breasts into my hands.

I hesitated and Wendy moaned “Don’t stop David, please don’t stop.” She wriggled and moaned as I resumed my kissing and sucking. I worked up to her ears and mouth and then back down the neck to her collar, which was looser now.

“Pull it down David.” She moaned holding her arms in front of her now. I pulled at the collar and her dress moved down a couple of inches. I kissed the newly exposed skin and Wendy whispered “Yes, David, more.” So I pulled again and more skin was there to kiss and suck on. Wendy encouraged me further down until I was kissing her cleavage and the tops of those wonderful breasts.

“More David.” She moaned and this time when I pulled the dress it stuck on her arms. “More David.” She insisted and I reached for the dress on her arms and pulled it down. With the arms no longer holding it up the dress fell totally away to her waist, exposing her breasts.

“Oh, sorry.” I said trying to pull it back up again.

“No, silly,” Wendy said stopping my hand, “I want you to kiss them too.”

I realized she had undone her dress when she reached behind her back but was amazed that she was not wearing a slip or anything underneath.

“I feel a bit daring when I dress like this,” she said, reading my mind again, “and my father doesn’t care enough to notice. Now touch me David.”

I touched her very smooth skin and it almost made me fill my underpants, I was so excited. My hands explored her breasts and my mouth joined them. Wendy had to tell me to be gentle again when I sucked her nipple but with a bit of coaching we got it right. After some time she leaned back and shuddered throughout her body.

“Are you all right?” I asked anxiously.

“Never better.” She sighed while I was still absently stroking her. She stopped my hand and leaned forward to kiss me again. “You just got me there just on my chest.” Wendy said in amazement.

“Really?” I asked, baffled.

“Not many girls are that sensitive,” she said “I’m lucky.”

“So am I.” I told her.

“Not yet, but you will be, there’s still more I want to try.”

Wendy reached over and started unbuttoning my shirt.

“I’m not sure we…” I stammered.

“I am, now shhh.” Said Wendy peeling my shirt back and rubbing her breasts on my chest. What a feeling, warm and exciting. I held her tight and thought all my dreams have finally come true. We kissed again and my hands explored her body, touching her arms, touching her shoulders, touching her back, touching her sides. Wendy moaned again then put her hand in my lap. I jumped.

“Wow,” said Wendy, “that feels huge.” She rubbed my dick through my pants bringing me closer to embarrassing myself.

“Easy.” I moaned.

“Sensitive are you?” Wendy asked, teasing.

“Very, at the moment.” I gasped again when Wendy started undoing my flies. “What are you doing?” I asked needlessly.

“I want to see it.” She said, undoing button after button until she was looking at the tent post in my underpants. I was frozen, just watching and wondering what I had done right to deserve this. She slowly pulled my underwear down over my dick until it was there, fully exposed, a fair amount of leakage already coming from the little hole in the end.

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Onun oral seksi sevdigini biliyordum hatta agzina bosalmamdan çok hoslanirdi ama bu kadar atesli yaptigini ilk defa görüyordum. Bir eliyle Ahmet`in tasaklarini oksuyor diger eliylede vajinasina masaj yapiyordu. Ahmet de bos durmayip karimin basini tutmus agzindan içeri girip çikiyordu. Buna daha fazla dayanamayarak üzerimdekileri çikarip sessizce içeriye girdim. Ikiside kendinden geçmis oldugu için beni duymalari imkansizdi. Karimin arkasina geçerek onu domalttim ve kalkik penisimi direk olarak amina gömdüm. Bu arada ikiside olanlari fark etmis ve ritme ayak uydurmaya çalisiyordu. Amindan içeri girip çikarken bir elimle klitorisini, bir elimle de gögüslerini oksamaya basladigim karim kendinden geçerek titremeye basladi ve orgazmin çigliklari yankilanmaya basladi duvarlarda. Ahmet esimin orgazmindan etkilenmis olmali ki penisini karimin agzindan çikarip bir iki otuzbir hareketiyle bütün spermlerini yüzüne bosaltmaya basladi ve ardindan bende dayanamayip Fatih Escort Bayan tohumlarimi karimin içine dogru attirdim. Gece daha bizim için yeni basliyordu. Hepimizde banyonun etkisiyle biraz ayilmistik ve kurulanip salona yöneldik. Videodaki filmde iki erkek iki kadin birbirine girmis vaziyette sikisiyorlardi. Meryem üzerine mini geceligini giyerek aramiza oturdu. Filmdeki sahneler beni tekrar canlandirmisti bile. Karimi basindan tutarak agzina almasi için önüme egdim. Ahmet de bos durmayip karimin seftalisine basini dayayip ona oral seks yapmaya basladi. Bu o kadar uzun sürdü ki karim “artik onu içimde istiyorum hadi sok ne bekliyorsun daha” diyerek yalvarmaya basladi. Ahmet`e el isareti yaparak yer degiselim dedim. Karima arka deliginden sahip olmak istiyordum o gece. Esimin yalvarislarina aldirmadan yer degistik ve dilimi karimin küçük arka deligine dogru götürdüm. Iki parmagimi onun kadinligina sokarken dilimle de arka deligine girip çikiyordum. Meryem tekrar orgazm olmaya basladi ve inleye inleye bosaldi. Ahmet halen penisini karimin içine sokamamisti ve ben bunuda düsündügüm için Ahmet`e yere uzanmasini söyledim. Karimida onun üstüne ata biner gibi bindirerek iri penisi içine almasini sagladim. Ahmet`in üzerine uzanan karim hem vajinasinda o iri penisin tadini çikariyor hem de arka deligini zorlayan dilimin verdigi etki ile kendinden geçiyordu. Herseyin hazir oldugunu hissettigim anda bende penisimi karimin küçük deligine dogru itmeye basladim. Daha basini anca sokmustum ki Meryem durrr lütfennn diye yalvarmaya basladi. Ama durmaya hiç niyetim yoktu benim. Yavas hareketlerle içeri girip çikmaya basladigimda itirazlari kesildi ve nefes nefese kaldi. Bazen Ahmetin ve benim tasaklarimin birbirine sürttügünü bile hissedebiliyordum. Meryem iki tarafina girilip çikilmasina o kadar alismisti ki üst üste birkaç orgazm daha yasadigini söyleyebilirim, bende bu dar delige daha fazla dayanamayip karimin derinliklerine dogru spermlerimi bosalttim ve ininceye kadarda girip çikmaya devam ettim. Birkaç dakika sonra kendimi geri çekerek karsidaki koltuga uzandim. Oysa Ahmet sanki hiç bosalmaya niyeti yokmus gibi daha o anda karimin arkasina geçerek vajeninden sikmeye baslamisti onu. Sanki onlar için her sey daha yeni basliyordu. pozisyondan pozisyona girip birbirlerinin tadlarina bakiyorlardi. Bir süre sonra Ahmet de benim girdigim deligin etkisinde kalmis olacak ki karimin bacaklarini omzuna alip arka deligine sokup çikarmaya basladi. En sonunda karimin gögüsleri arasinda gidip gelerek bosaldi ve ayni yatakta uzanip uyuduk.

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This story is fiction and written for lovers of really old horny ladies and their varied sexual needs. I am Paul, a 30-year-old guy, and sell expensive kitchens to (mainly) retired oldies. Which is ideal for me as I am sexually attracted to old ladies and couples of 70 years plus.

One of my clients was a widow, Hazel. She was very refined with a generous size 18 body and well over 80. One thing that stood out from the first meeting was that she seemed to love obscenely displaying her largish wrinkly tits much to my delight. It got to the point where at every subsequent meeting I got a massive boner. And as she kept looking at it I made sure it stood proud.

Anyway, before our last meeting, she phoned me and said she was having a meeting with a decorator at a hotel in the county and could he ask for her at the reception.

I arrived early; I was told to wait in reception until Hazel arrived.

“Oh, I am sorry Paul. This meeting place might seem strange but to be blunt as your cock kept getting hard looking at my lovely big tits every time we met, I thought you might like to join our lovely geriatric fuck club. I take it that you appreciate us old horny women and all their charms?”

“Well Hazel, I apologise for ogling your lovely large wrinkly titties, and you are right, I do have a very strong sexual fetish for old and very old women like yourself.”

“Oh Paul, don’t call it a fetish — look at it more like a strong desire. You’ll understand more as the afternoon wears on.”

As we went into the dimly lit private meeting room we sat on a lovely comfy sofa. She explained that through her various other clubs, she found that there were quite a few old and like her, very old women who still had strong sexual urges. And found that some had seduced very young men who at the time had not a clue about how good randy old ladies were but after a while became hooked and wanted a lot more.

“Hence this special society, we meet here once a month. It is extremely private Kayaş Escort and we can let ourselves go, so to speak. All the young men here, like you, take an avid interest in us oldies and their only desire is to fuck them for mutual sexual fulfilment. Our ladies prefer young men because their cocks are really hard and they can shoot a lot of nice thick spunk lots of times in an afternoon.”

As his eyes became accustomed to the low light, he looked around and saw what could only be described as a discreet orgy. The more he saw, his cock grew stiffer.

“Now, young Paul, as you liked my titties so much, why don’t we relax and get to know each other a lot better.”

Hazel eased him back and started kissing him exchanging lots of saliva with their tongues. Undoing his fly, she released his dick and gently started wanking him. “Now isn’t this nice? My tits are all yours.”

As soon as he touched them, it was obvious there was no bra, so he took them out and started playing with her large wrinkled nipples. “Oh yes, Paul, you do like my titties. Suck them, please, it makes me so fucking horny”.

Putting his mouth over her elongated nipples he sucked each one in turn. But the problem was his cock could not take much more stimulation.

“Ease off Hazel, I don’t want to cum yet.”

“Oh yes you do, right in my mouth.”

Bending down, she engulfed his cock and gave him the best blow job he had in a very long time. She did not stop until he shot great gobs of cum into her mouth. And she swallowed every drop.”

Easing back up she kissed him and said she wanted a good fingering.

With her legs wide apart, he began stroking her lovely wrinkled and cellulite-covered soft thighs before reaching her very wet and surprisingly hairy sloppy cunt. Of course, she had no knickers on to impede his fingers. He ventured into her love hole so easily with his thumb finding her clit which was engorged with anticipation.

“Oh yes, yes, more fingers.”

With Kayaş Escort Bayan four fingers now working in and out and his thumb, playing with her clit, she was now getting sexed up good and proper. She was also pushing out little squirts of piss, which got him randy.

It didn’t take more than a couple of minutes before she was whispering “Oh, you lovely boy, harder. I’m cumming.”

After getting her breath back and pulling down her skirt and her tits back in place, Hazel started telling him more.

“It’s a very sad fact Paul, that the older men get, they lose interest in sex because they can’t or have problems getting a hard-on. Whereas us old horny fuckers, the older we get, the more sex we want.”

“Maybe young Paul I should introduce you, Mabel. She’s over there in the corner on her own.”

Paul looked over and saw straight away why Mabel was on her own. She was very plain and looked very old.

“Mabel is coming up to 80, Paul, and she has told me in confidence that not many men will help her enjoy her sex fetishes. Let me introduce you to her.”

“Hello Mabel, sorry to see you with no playmate. This is Paul, he is a bit older than our usual lovers, so I thought he might be more amenable to helping you.”

“Now this is a lovely surprise Hazel, thank you. You trot off now and let Paul and me get to understand each other.”

Easing herself up she went over to Paul and stood very close to him. ” You won’t mind Paul if I give you a nice welcome kiss?”

Hugging him tightly she quickly had her tongue in his mouth. And just as quickly he responded and as he did so, she was pushing her fat cunt into his erect cock.

As they sat down on the sofa, Mabel, explained her situation. “Paul, let me be perfectly honest with you. I am 77 and am highly sexed. I appreciate that I am no looker but I am one hell of a fucker. Just as you like fucking old ladies I like fucking young men — so we are together about that, Escort Kayaş right?”

“Absolutely Mabel but I suspect there is more than a simple fuck?”

“I think Paul, that sex is more enjoyable when we act out our fantasies. To give you an example. When younger, I was a cleaner for a married guy living in a big house. He was always looking at my tits and legs so I started to show off. First I started wearing shorter skirts and dresses so that when I was vacuuming the at the top of the stairs, he had a great view of my fat hairy cunt and fat arse. I made a big point of bending over all the time. It got to the stage where one day he came up behind me and started fingering me. It was fucking lovely. And I would very much like to act out that fantasy again.”

” I would be more than happy to help you there Mabel.”

“Now young man, we come to the hard part. I am a devoted and slavish lover of water sports. In other words: piss sex play. Have you ever considered it, Paul, or do you think it perverted?”

“Certainly not perverted, Mabel. I’m sure I would like to learn more about it. Because, when I finger fucked my first randy lady, she could not help herself dribbling piss when having an orgasm. And the same thing when I was licking her cunt. I bet you are now lovely and wet right now!”

“Well, you might be right.” Opening her legs she added, ” Have a good feel you lovely granny fucker.”

No sooner said than done as Paul’s fingers felt her extremely wet granny pants. Hoping that she still had some hair, his wish was rewarded. And as he fingered she dribbled over his hand. “Paul, don’t rush me. I want to hear about your fantasies and perverted likes.”

“Mabel, apart from this club I always found it hard to find lovely old ladies like you. When I did I really enjoyed lots of kissing and heavy petting. I know it might sound weird but virtually all elderly women are usually very plump or even fat. And I adore caressing their droopy titties, bellies, and arses. And most important, they cannot get enough of my fat cock up their cunts and shitholes”.

After about an hour Paul forgot about Mabel’s plain looks. He wanted to enjoy everything they could give each other. So they agreed he would meet her the next afternoon. (Continued in part 2)

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Tori woke her in stall, the heifer across the hall mooing in greeting. Giving a nod, the alpha female returned the greeting as the pair stretched the soreness out of their muscles. Down the hall Tori heard others also coming awake.

Ten minutes after most of the heifers were awake a loud buzzer sounded and the stalls opened, letting them wander out of their beds. The farm had become more mechanized, giving the handlers a chance to focus on work that helped the livestock live comfortably rather than just babysitting them.

All of the heifers but Ka were pregnant, some far along that even on all fours they waddled. Tori was just into her fifth month, but starting to show. The heifer not with child roamed the field watching the pregnant ones warily. She knew she didn’t fit in with them, and as they gathered together made her feel more out of place.

The gate to the bull barn opened and the heifers squealed at the thought of seeing the main bull on the farm. It was due to him, and his breeding that lead to the improvements on the farm. Not only from the sale of his calves, but he had left the farm to breed his line into other farm’s heifers.

A disappointed groan washed over the field as Tomo, the secondary bull, emerged from the newly opened barn. While the bull’s cock was nearly as impressive as the primary bull, the secondary didn’t have the command of the heifers as Mika.

Seeing Ka aside in the field, Tomo headed toward her. With Mika not available, it was up to him to impregnate the remaining female. Ka saw the male heading toward her and she circled back to the herd, hoping that the expecting mothers would protect her. The females accepted the breeding female into the middle of the herd, shielding her from the male which caused him to moo angrily.

The herd responded and Tomo stomped a hoof, making a demand. The females looked to Tori, the alpha female for guidance. Tori responded to the male, waiting for his dominance. Scent wafted from the male’s collar, enticing the female.

Finally Tori mooed a submissive response and Tomo sniffed her, nipping at her sensitive nipple and caused her to moan. Seeing the alpha female give in, the herd parted and revealed Ka. As Tomo walked toward the female hiding, the other heifers nuzzled him showing their deference.

Tomo made it to Ka, mooing his command for her to submit. The heifer turned, denying the bull’s commands. Getting more insistent Tomo moved closer, letting the pheromones from his collar waft into her nose.

Shaking her head, Ka felt the special scent that caused her to crave a bull work its way into her Gülveren Escort system. Her cunt tingled and her head was filled with thoughts of servicing the bull who spoke to her. Another demand had her trembling as she mooed her acceptance and let the bull circle her.

The bull wasted no time mounting the heifer, getting a cry from the female new to breeding. A bull cock as nearly four times larger than a male, and since she refused he mounted her with no warm-up.

The herd moved away from the mating pair, each of the heifers mooing in desire after getting a whiff of the bull’s collar. They gave the panting female who now only made mooing noises mixed in with the grunting of the bull, they crowded together for support.

Ka screamed as a climax washed over her both from the rough fucking and the fragrance from the bull. She shuddered but was given no reprieve from the bull who stayed buried in her, thrusting twice for every breath. He mooed a dominate moo, hearing the herd answer and Ka scream again in pleasure.

Finally a low guttural moan came from the bull and he shoved her down, face into the dirt. She accepted the treatment better than her last breeding, but the climaxes not quite the same. The bull, as last time, moved toward the other heifers as soon as he was finished with her, seeing who else he could breed.

Three of the heifers, Tori included, had been confirmed with calf, but not showing yet while three of the heifers were large with calf. Tomo came over to see about breeding the females who might still want to be fucked, and was rebuked by Tori, which he expected.

The other two heifers, however, mooed interest in pleasure as Tomo neared them. He could not be rough with them, being with calf, but his cock came with its own set of roughness. Mooing a low, submissive moo, the two heifers waited for Tomo to mount them. Gentler than he had with Ka, Tomo mounted one heifer, hearing her moan and encourage the bull.

Tori watched the herd, wanting to join in and be fucked but missed her bull Mika. They were both Alphas, and she was the prized heifer just as he was the bull.

When breeding was complete the heifers moved toward their barn and back to their stalls. Isiah, Ka and Tori’s handler, came and collected the just bred heifer and moved her in another direction. Tomo’s handler collected him as well, walking in the same direction.

Their destination, since she wasn’t with calf, and he was a bull, was the mill. The strain was more than the farm wanted to put on the pregnant heifers, but the breeding ones and the bulls were Escort Gülveren different.

Once inside the room with the harnesses Isiah hooked Ka up to the machine and Tomo opposite her. A crack of the cane jolted Ka forward. The motion was familiar to her, it was their exercise when not carrying a calf to keep them in shape and to provide another service on the farm. Sometimes they were grinding grain, other times providing power for batteries in case of power loss.

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Four hours later the two were halted and given a chance to get their breath. Ka looked at Tomo who was watching her and shook her tail at him. Seeing her tail swish Tomo let out a call to her to come to him. She continued to swish and move around the room.

Cock hardening, Tomo gave chase, demanding with every step. Ka liked the attention and kept away from him. The bull was not like the Alpha, he didn’t command the heifers or currently have the horned helmet that could be used to dominate the females.

Finally the heifer ran out of room and was cornered by the male. She mooed her desire and asked the male to breed her, which he wasted no time in doing. They rutted together, not as violet at Mika, but the pair took far more time than a usual mating.

When Tomo finally nipped at Ka, unloading his load into the female, the two handler entered the room having watched the exchange from outside the room. They separated the two livestock, taking them one at a time out of the room.

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Tori woke the day after birthing her calf. She was sore and achy, but pleased that the calf had been healthy. Her handler had not let her see the calf, or nuzzle it which was common with the heifers. Attachment was likely to cause problems with the livestock, and Tori had to trust in the fact that the handler she adored would find a good home for her healthy calf.

The doctor used for the birthing was living in the stable now, after the loss of both Mena and her calf, he was present the moment a heifer started birth. Even with the medical personnel, there had been no drugs or anything to ease the birth. Animals birthed all the time naturally, and it was another way to enforce the station of the beings held as livestock.

Normally on the second day the heifer was left alone, but Tori felt her breasts aching. This was not her first calf, and her body was aware what was supposed to be happening. Uncomfortable she paced her stall, letting out distressed moos every so often.

Finally Isiah came to see her and she looked at him with pleading eyes. “Tori? What’s wrong?” Gülveren Escort The Alpha heifer mooed painfully, trying to sway her breasts back and forth to catch her handler’s attention. “Your breasts?” Tori mooed affirmatively. Understanding his ward Isiah reached forward and felt Tori’s breasts, weighing them in his hands. “They are more full than usual, Tori. I can try and milk you if you want, although it’s usually too early.”

Tori nuzzled her handler trying to give her answer. Nodding at her response he put a lead on her and walked her through the barn toward the milking room. When questioned by the other handlers, he let them see what the problem was, warning the handlers that it might happen to their heifers. They felt Tori’s breasts and agreed that he had decided on the proper course of action.

Once Tori was in the milking room her cunt began to warm. Some of the best time she had on the farm was being milked. She trotted over to the machine, looking back to Isiah to hook her up. Once the cups were hooked up to her breasts she waited with closed eyes for the suction to begin.

Feeling the tug on her nipples Tori sighed followed by a moan as her body started reacting to the sensation she knew was coming. Isiah’s hand rubbed against her ass in a familiar way that Tori had gotten used to.

“I want to fuck you, my good girl.” Isiah came close to asking. “I can’t fuck your cunt as you just had a calf, but I am going to fuck your ass.”

Lost in the pleasure of the moment Tori mooed and nodded rapidly. Before he had been giving her something to rub her cunt on, but it was absent currently. Her handler stepped up on the milking platform and tugged on the plug serving as a tail. Once unseated Tori moaned long as a strong wave washed over her.

“Just wait, Tori.” Isiah promised as he thrust his cock into her ass. It was an explosion of pleasure as Tori cried out from the sensation of being milked and fucked at the same time. “That’s my good girl.”

Isiah lasted until Tori’s breasts were empty before ramming into her a few final times, sending her once more into climax before they paused to catch their breath.

“That’s my good girl.” Isiah praised her as he jumped down from the platform. “I’m glad you liked that, and you were right. Look,” he held up the container that was linked to her breasts. “Milk. Looks like you are scheduled here from now on.” Tori mooed her excitement, nuzzling her handler. “With Mika, they are talking about getting some of the older heifers milking set up in their stalls. I mean that means we have to expand the stalls…you’ll see. Let’s get you back to your stall, and I’ll get you some chocolate.”

Tori settled back into her stall, her breasts lighter and her cunt tingling, a square of chocolate melting under her gag. Ka looked just as content across the hallway from her. The Alpha mooed a greeting which was returned.

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DAVID TAKES WHAT HE WANTS…GETS WHAT HE DESERVES

By Victoria14xs

I’ve written about what a merciless tease I can be when it comes to foot-guys. After I discovered in my early-20s that there exists a certain subset of men who are hopelessly addicted to pretty feet, well, it’s been ‘game on’ ever since.

It’s a one-sided game. I’m blessed with cute feet, which, for reasons I’ll never entirely understand, act as my superpower in the presence of what I call “foot-guys.”

So my feet are my “offense” in this little game – my weapons if you will. I pretty much win all the time, armed as I am: almost-nude feet, cradled in strappy heels designed to display my curvy arches, those exposed toes, the smooth, soft white skin.

Sounds overstated right? But not to a foot-guy. Nope, to that sort of ‘opponent’ in the little game, the package I’m describing looks like a little present – a gift. A gift that just walks right into their fancy office (I work at a law firm) as if delivered from heaven above.

Anyway, it’s a powerful offense. It doesn’t hurt that I’m also pretty. Curvy but fit, I have big tits, a small waist. I’m a 5’4″, 125 pound, blue eyed, brunette. Even the most addicted foot-guy wants a pretty woman. I am.

My “defense” – essential to insuring the game never gets out of control – is … decorum. We all get inundated with anti-sexual harassment PowerPoints. Awhile back there was a nasty situation that blew up involving one of the firm’s Partners and a secretary. The result is that very few men even risk the occasional innocuous compliment these days. In terms of actual numbers, there are currently three for-sure foot-guys where I work. They behave.

So how do I know – like, with certainty – that these guys are hooked? Time. The summation of all those downward glances at the floor where my feet happen to be. The interrupted sentences as I breeze through their office door, or, once sitting, cross my legs. Or that slightly-too-long silent moment when I dangle a shoe playfully but absentmindedly (as if I didn’t even realize I was doing it). Sometimes they do risk paying a compliment (“I like your shoes”) before retreating to other subjects…

So, the situation at work is ideal for a cock tease like me. I love the interplay, the game.

Now in fairness, in a very real sense, everybody wins. I mean, knowing their hunger, I could very well just cover up or avoid them as much as possible. But I don’t. I instead choose to give them what they want. Yes, they desperately want more (to touch, to massage, to lick, to suck) but at least they’re getting something. They win. A little.

And what do I get? Well, I’m as certain as I can be that they stroke off to me. They probably do it in their offices behind their closed doors when they “can’t be interrupted.” Or in the restroom. Or alone at home. Or as they work up to a climax with their dicks in their wives’ mouths. All that.

It shouldn’t matter to me that I serve to inspire cocks. But it does.

I absolutely love the idea. Call me a slut, whatever. I’m being straight with you.

If you’ve read any of my other stuff, you’ll know that my sex life with my husband involves trading stories about other people that we’re hot for. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve blown my Tim as he talks about his secretary – and other women. He returns the favor. It’s what we do. He’s well-aware of my foot-guy tormenting.

So I very much get what I want out of all of this…

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Enough general foot-girl background. I want to tell you about David.

David was/remains one of my foot-guys and I never in a million years would have thought anything would happen to pierce the safe little bubble of sexual tension that I’d cultivated with him over the span of a couple years.

He got the Hüseyingazi Escort full treatment. The dangling. The shifting positions as I would sit in his office chair – moving subtly to insure he could get his looks from every conceivable angle. Once, I took off my mules and set them aside, complaining that they hurt my feet “…but aren’t they pretty David?” Then rapidly changing the subject as he struggled to answer, barely able to stammer out a weak “yes…”

Honestly, I don’t even remember every instance or every way in which I so casually tormented the poor man. I tease every new pedicure, every new pair of shoes.

About him… Attorney. Married, 40-something. OK looking, medium build. In pretty decent shape. Smart, like, really sharp. He could be funny too. Reminded me of Mike, a guy who had since left the firm. But not Mike. Not even close. Sorry, I digress.

I’ve always enjoyed chatting with David though. He gives good banter lol. As I’ve mentioned, the flirting was muted. But in that suppressed environment, the slightest little comment can be interpreted as a big thing.

A not-terribly dramatic example: Back from a vacation, he jokingly greets me with, “long time, no see” — which is fine — but added “missed you…” as his gaze locked onto my fresh pedicure in sexy heels (I knew he’d be back that day). The “missed you” comment sounds harmless, right? But the glance telegraphed what he “missed.” You had to be there I guess. The comment and glance evoked a little micro-burst of adrenaline in me and I guarantee in him too. No way his dick didn’t instantly get heavier when he said that. No way. In our world, that was crossing the line. Actually, that moved the line permanently a bit. Probably why I remember it so clearly. But the bubble remained intact – the sexual tension stayed, as always, the unaddressable elephant in the room.

So anyway, he was a good guy, an “office friend.”

Yet…

I got the sense that he lorded over his wife. Veiled, vague comments over those many months that hinted that he viewed her as beneath him – significantly so. I found it off-putting. He could definitely radiate a bit too much of that masculine superiority vibe around people – at least too much for my tastes.

But he didn’t do it *at* me, towards me. I put that down to his ability to read me. An intelligent guy, I suspect he could tell I wasn’t the sort of woman who would brush off or tolerate little doses of disrespect, the kind he aimed at his wife and other women. I have what he craves so he accommodates as it were.

He probably privately characterized me a a bit of a bitch. I wouldn’t have argued with him. But bitches who look like me tend to get away with it.

So we got along just fine – “office friends.” I certainly didn’t have David on some pedestal. He had his faults.

But as I’ve said, the sexual tension was there, for sure. Many’s the time that my husband – while eating me out – heard about my desire to suck off David right in his office. And I’m sure it would’ve taken virtually no effort on my part to get David to actually fuck me.

None of that was gonna actually happen. The status quo was just fine with me. Ideal even.

I’m perfectly happy being a cock-teasing bitch.

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I commute to work every day in sneakers. That’s to minimize the stresses that sexy shoes tend to put on my feet. What that means is, I have my work-appropriate shoes in my handbag or under my desk and I don’t put them on until I’m in the office. At any given time, I usually have three or four pair of heels, mules, flats under my desk, tucked away. It varies.

One day, I went to retrieve a pair from under my desk and I got the eerie feeling they’d been moved. Creepy. I brushed that off but made a mental note Hüseyingazi Escort Bayan as to how they were arranged when I put them back at the end of the day.

I kept taking that daily mental snapshot for maybe a week – nothing untoward to report each morning – but then it happened again.

For sure, somebody had moved my silver heels. I felt violated and more than a little pissed. But why?

I mean, what the fuck?? There were three “suspects” – as I’ve mentioned – assuming it was a foot perv.

I calmed down though (mostly). If it was one of my foot-guys, well, I obviously contributed to this problem…duh. Still, whoever it was shouldn’t be crossing this fucking line. I just wanted it to stop and, more than that, I wanted to know who was doing it.

I got a small motion-activated camera. A USB thing. It had a small clip to hold it, glue on one side. I attached it under my desk.

Long story short…I got him – David. I couldn’t see his face on the clip, but I could see his cuff links and his Rolex. Yeah, David was a Rolex guy. There were two short video clips actually. He reaches in and takes my heels and seven minutes later he’s back, returning them. Seven minutes, I thought. They’re probably covered in dick DNA.

Armed with evidence, I vacillated for a couple full weeks, unsure what to do.

David acted normally.

Then it happened. I came in one morning and checked my little video trap and again, I got David dead to rights. This time it was a pair of mules that had been temporarily kidnapped for ten minutes. I bent down and pulled them into my lap. One of them was shiny wet. I instinctively ran my finger over the goop – as if to brush it away (I don’t know what I was thinking with that move!) – and got rewarded with…cold cum. It was obviously cum. I was stunned.

Ok, now I’m fucking actually mad.

Violated. Fuming. Then I realize I’m slowly, absently, making little circles together with the tips of my thumb and index finger – little circles with his slippery cum.

After – I don’t know how long – five minutes? – I had decided what to do. My decision was largely predicated on the fact that he’d made no attempt to clean up my shoe after he blew his load on it. I could only conclude that David wanted to get caught. Maybe only subconsciously, but I believe he needed his hunger to be known, no longer suppressed and hidden. Even if I was wrong, he deserved punishment.

I could absolutely get him fired. I wouldn’t even need to say that to him – he’d unquestionably understand. My god, what a dumbass! Seriously! Still, firing wasn’t an appealing option. Too harsh.

No, instead, I’m going to punish him and I’m going to like it. He wants to violate me, then yes, he’s gonna get what he deserves.

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I attached one of the video clips to an email and sent it to him, no subject line.

I slipped on the mules, the cold cum smearing itself under my toes, my aches. I’m not squeamish when it comes to cum. In fact I very much adore cum – when it’s hot. My pussy tingled.

Off I went. A little pissed. A little turned on. Very determined.

Closing his office door, he looked up from his computer wordlessly, white as a sheet. So…message received without my having to call attention to it. Good.

I pulled one of his office chairs close to his desk and put both feet up on his desk, right in front of him.

“Start cleaning, you fuck.”

“Eat it.”

His face blank – an expression of paralysis.

“Eat.”

David ate.

I had him lick every molecule of his cold cum off my shoe and then my foot.

Yes, I knew full well that having him lick my foot was actually a huge reward for him. Whatever, it felt good. Fuck, it *looked* good! This nice-looking man Escort Hüseyingazi licking my pretty foot, tentatively sucking my perfectly-formed little toes into his mouth to clean away all of his cum. His lips, his tongue felt really, really nice.

And this surge of, what? Control. Wow.

His breathing was labored. I kid you not, he simpered like a kitten eating it.

Looking around the corner of his desk, I could see his cock was rigid in his suit pants.

“Stand up.”

David stood.

“Pull out your cock and balls.”

David, so compliant.

“Stroke it.”

He moaned, clearly in ecstasy, as he beat his meat. Right in his office. Absolutely under my control.

“Look at me. Look at my eyes, you fuck.”

Heavy mouth-breathing as I held his gaze. Obvious guilt, together with unmasked hunger in his eyes, stroking what looked like seven inches. Mushroom head. Invitingly thick shaft. Filed all that away…Tim’s gonna hear about this in glorious, glorious detail…

“Cum on my shoe.”

That didn’t take long. Thick, creamy ropes of jizz all over my pretty shoe. His heavy, low-hanging balls really delivered.

I thought he might actually collapse as the last of it spurted out.

“Again. Eat.”

And so he did. David ate.

Licked up his creamy warm load.

He ate while his still-twitching dick hung over the other shoe on his desk, dripping.

I reached forward with my left hand, wrapped my pretty manicured fingers around his thickness, and milked it onto the other shoe. I remember that it was my left hand, my wedding band and stupidly-expensive diamond engagement ring contrasted quite strikingly with his cock meat.

“Finish.”

Attending to the other mule below his dangling dick, David licked up the last vestiges of cum.

Giving all these orders! Obeyed unquestioningly!! It was FANTASTIC! The control! I had never felt this before. I was beyond wet – I could tell – but that was superfluous.

Done complying, I told him to put it away.

He did so, tucking in his dick, and sat back down.

“Look at me David.”

He looked up, our eye contact so intense it felt physical. Incredible!

“David, I’m not done with you. Understand?”

He wordlessly nodded.

The exhilaration of dominating him was just mind-blowingly hot. Nothing even remotely like this had happened to me before. Shit, this sort of scenario had never even *occurred* to me. My heart was beating out of my chest.

I took my shoes off his desk, put them on and walked out.

Flushed with new-found power, I felt awakened.

I thought, on the way back to my desk, “This guy has no idea what he’s in for. And he’s gonna love every degrading bit of it.”

David would do anything to get himself off to my feet. Anything. And my fucking foot-boy was gonna do exactly that – anything.

I was particularly commanding with Tim later that evening. He didn’t even get to change clothes. Fully naked when he walked in from work, I led him to the bedroom and pushed him down between my spread legs. I took my wedding ring and engagement ring off and put them in his mouth. I answered his confused look, “Honey suck on those a minute. See how wet I am? I have a story to tell you…”

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A couple afterthoughts…

Earlier in this story I struggled as I tried to explain foot-guy motivations. It’s almost impossible to express to non-foot-guys. But for any foot-guys that might be reading this – you get what I’m saying. A pretty foot clad in barely-there heels is…nudity. Outright nudity. In public. I might as well be a chick walking down the aisle at the grocery store topless. That’s what the world is like for foot-guys. At least, as near as I can tell being married to one.

And now at the end of my story I struggle again – this time trying to convey how it felt – that first-time sexual rush that engulfed me when I dominated David so utterly. Unless you’ve experienced it, felt its power, you’re probably not gonna get it. Just heart-stoppingly amazing.

Anyways, dear reader, there’s a ‘chapter 2’ to be told, if there’s any demand.

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He was sure this was going to be the weirdest homecoming he had ever had. Look, family. I’ve brought a sex robot back from my vacation.

When they got home, the car stopped at the front door. Robert told Mary Beth to get out of the car and follow him. She did so. Robert went into the house with her behind him. Puppy met him at the door. She was very happy to see him. The rest of the family came running, only to stop when they saw Mary Beth.

“Ladies, I know each of you have seen a lot in your life. But I can assure you I can top anything you can imagine. This is something you would only see in the movies.” The ladies were trying to say hello to Mary Beth, but she just stood there. “Say hello to Mary Beth.” They tried, but she just stood there. “Yeah, she’s not much of a talker. Let’s go to the dining room and I will tell you the story.”

They all went to the dining table and sat down. Mary Beth followed Robert and stood behind him. He recounted the entire story. By the time he was finished, they all had a shocked look on their face.

Mary went right to the heart of the issue. “So basically, she is a robot.”

“At the moment, yes. The government has given up on her. They were going to destroy her, and I couldn’t let them do that. Now, I am stuck with her. I have been trying to reprogram her a little at a time. Tabby, I will need you to help me research this and we will see if we can slowly bring her out from under the nano-bots control. I really would like to talk to the real Mary Beth just once. I want to see how bad it is in there, and if there is anything she wishes us to do.”

“Mary, could you get something simple, like oatmeal, ready? We need to feed her. They had been using an IV to put nutrients into her. We must find a way to make her eat. “Mary Beth, please sit down.” She did so, immediately. “She will do whatever I tell her. This is scary. There is one other thing. Robert looked around in the kitchen and brought out a metal meat tenderizer. “Mary Beth, please bend this.” She took it in her hands and bent it double. She then handed it to Robert.”

That caused a stir in the room. “Yeah. Those nano-bots make her strong. She could kill any of us in a second if it comes to her mind. So far, my DNA is the only thing that controls her. If I touch her skin, it will warm up.” He touched her arm, and she began getting flushed. He stopped and she settled down. “We will need to fix that.”

Mary brought the oatmeal in the room. She sat it down in front of Mary Beth. It might be too hot.”

“We will have to wait. She would eat it and burn her insides and never show.” They waited until it was just warm to the touch. Robert spoke to her. “Mary Beth, please pick up the spoon and eat the oatmeal. It will be good for you.” She picked up the spoon and put a scoop of oatmeal in her mouth. She sat there. “Now, chew the food and swallow it.” She did as she was told and ate the oatmeal. “Mary Beth, continue the process until the bowl is empty, please.” She started eating. Robert got up and went into the kitchen. The others followed him.

“What are we going to do with a robot that has a human body and needs human activities?” Vicki always was the practical one.

“I don’t know. They lied about her not being a robot. But I couldn’t do anything else, and I don’t think any of you would have Boğaziçi Escort done anything differently. We rescue women, correct? So, this one will be harder than the others. Consider it a challenge.”

Tabby smiled. “Challenge accepted.”

“Atta girl. We’ll beat this, just like everything else that has come to us.” They went back into the dining room to find Mary Beth had finished the oatmeal and had put the spoon down. That was a good sign. Her brain had determined that when she was finished, she could put the spoon down.

He took her upstairs, put her in a spare bedroom, and told her to shut down. She closed her eyes and didn’t move. She was breathing, but you had to look closely.

They went down to the living room and sat on the couches. Puppy came to Robert as soon as he sat down and put her head on his knee.

Mary spoke up. “We are going to have to do something with her. I have had no luck in breaking through her fantasy world. While you were away, she was getting rowdy. She started chewing on the furniture and peeing in the house. We finally put her in the old pen. She was very unhappy in there, but we couldn’t get her to settle down. I hate to say this, but you may have to fuck her to get her hormones to settle down. I am only concerned about what happens if you do. Does she act like Roy did, and get very jealous?”

“I would like to try something else first. I was thinking about getting a new male dog. We would need to be careful what we picked. I thought that Vicki and Dr. Merriweather could research it and find us a good match. What do you think of that?”

Mary spoke up quickly, “I’m all in favor of anything that would keep her out of our bed.” The other three girls laughed, and Mary blushed.

“It is settled then. Vicki, you are up.”

Now they switched to the Mary Beth problem. She was totally compliant. It didn’t matter to her if she was naked or dressed in the finest clothes. They would have to find a way to reverse the damage Futuristic Technologies had done to her.

That night, when they had settled into bed, Mary had an idea. “I know how bad this sounds, but ever since she arrived, I wondered what it would be like to be a sex robot. I was wondering if we could play that?”

“Strange you should mention that. I have had a thought about you being a sex doll. You know, just laying there getting fucked and not moving. That would be hot. Let’s try both. Which do you want to do tonight?”

“Let’s do the robot things. You command me to do what you want, and I will do it.”

“Are you sure? I can think of some disgusting things.

“Bring it on, you pervert you.”

“Go put your slutty outfit on and get into the closet. Let me know when you are ready.” She ran to her closet and looked for the right outfit. She found a maid outfit she hadn’t worn but once. It was perfect for this occasion. When she said she was ready, he went into the bathroom. He’d make her wait a minute.

Finally, he went to the closet and opened the door. She stood there in her maid’s outfit with her eyes closed. The skirt barely covered the valley at the top of her legs. She had stockings on! A great touch.

“Maid, turn on.” She opened her eyes. “Come out of the closet.” She walked stiffly out into the middle of the room. He decided he would inspect Escort Boğaziçi his maid. He lifted her skirt. Above the garter for the stockings, there was nothing. Her shaved pussy shined with wetness. He reached in and pushed his finger into her. She didn’t move. He fucked her for a couple of minutes. She was able to stand still and not show what was happening inside her. He stopped before she couldn’t hold it any longer. He touched her face with his wet finger and ran it around her lips. He then pushed his finger into her mouth. He pried it open and fucked her mouth with his finger for a moment. She stood there, letting him do as he wished. This was fun. He went behind her and unfastened her top. It fell to the floor without resistance. He then told her to walk to the bed and stop at the foot of the bed. She did as she was told. She was standing at the foot of the bed topless. He told her to bend down and put her hands on the bed. When she did that, he almost came. She does this well, and it was hot! He came up behind her and lifted her skirt over her ass. Now she had her bare ass and pussy staring at him with those stockings shimmering on her beautiful legs. He pushed his finger back into her pussy and collected her juices. He pushed it up to her ass and used it to push his finger into her ass. This would get her to move. But she was able to stand still as he fucked her ass with his finger. We’d see about this. He scooped up more juices and put two fingers into her ass. This was tighter and she almost moved. He looked around at her face and she was just staring ahead with blank eyes. He was ready to fuck her in the ass. As he began to push in, he whispered into her ear. “You may move now.” She immediately stared moaning and wiggling her ass. He pushed in slowly and her ass relaxed to allow him in. He managed to get almost all the way in. She was tight. They hadn’t done this but once or twice. He waited until she was able to relax a little more. This gave him enough room to begin fucking her. He told her to finger herself as he fucked her ass. She reached back and began massaging her clit. This combination made for a short but intense climax for each. He stopped after he had finished, and just stood there in her ass looking down her back at the beautiful sight in front of him. This woman he had rescued was now the love of his life. She would do anything for him, and each knew it. She would let him fuck her in the ass without moving, if that is what he wanted. She just proved it, and never flinched. He pulled out and knelt. He began licking her wet pussy. He sucked and licked her button until she came. It was a good thing he told her she could move, because there was no way she could have remained still. Her legs began shaking and she collapsed on the bed. He watched her collapse on the bed and stood up to get a better view. He spoke up. “Turn off.” She was just lying there, so she didn’t have to do anything. Robert took her by one arm and one leg and flipped her over on her back. He pulled her up to the center of the bed and spread her legs. “It is time to take my robot maid.” He climbed on her and pushed into her. She didn’t move. He picked up her shimmering legs in his hands and bent her over. He then pushed into her. She was wet and offered no resistance. She felt GOOD. He fucked her until Boğaziçi Escort Bayan he could hold it no longer. He released into her as she lay there, staring at the ceiling. When he was finished with her, he threw her legs down, and climbed out. He went into the bathroom to clean up. He wasn’t done with her yet, but she could wait.

Robert went back to the bed and said, “Turn on. Get on your knees in the middle of the room and suck me off.”

She did exactly what he said. She knelt in front of him. He stepped up to her and she took his dick into her mouth. She began thrusting him into her mouth. She moved her head back and forth to fuck his dick. He stood there and watched her work on him. She had blank eyes as she worked on him. She was good at this. They would have to do this again. When he finally was ready to go, he grabbed the back of her head, and pushed himself deep into her throat. He held her there as he pumped his juices down her throat. She knelt there, quietly taking everything he had to offer. When he stopped, he pulled back so she could breathe. He helped her up and asked. “Was that everything you thought it might be?”

She was trying to catch her breath. “It was more. We will have to do that again.”

He helped her into the bathroom so she could get ready for bed. “And tomorrow night, we will do the sex doll.”

“It can’t be any hotter than that, but we’ll give it a shot.”

They got into bed and drifted off to sleep.

They spent the next few days helping Mary Beth get through the day.

Mary and Robert went to bed early that night. It was Robert’s turn to have his fantasy. She had another outfit he hadn’t seen. This must be one purchased just for something like this. She would never wear this in public. When he saw it, he was glad she had it on, and glad it wouldn’t leave this room. It was a halter top that didn’t really cover her breasts and a skirt that was shorter than the maid’s outfit. She had no panties or bra and was ready for action. She had another surprise for him. When he laid her down on the bed, he noticed something different about her mouth. She had gotten an “O” ring and put it in her mouth. This made it a permanent open mouth, just like a sex doll. When he saw that, he had an idea. He picked up and sat her against the headboard. She was sitting on the pillows with her back against the headboard. She was a just the right height for his dick. He stepped up to her and pushed into the “O” ring. He went through it into her mouth. She just sat there. He fucked her mouth with her head banging on the headboard each time he thrust into her. The sight of her open mouth in front of him servicing his dick made him come quicker than he expected. When he was finished with her, he pushed her over onto the bed, and watched his cum drip out of her open mouth.

As he was recovering, he grabbed her by the legs and pulled her back into the center of the bed. He flipped her over on her back and pushed a pillow under her waist. He fingered her pussy and climber on her as soon as he could. He fucked her from behind, spreading her ass cheeks as he fucked her. She just lay there, letting him do as he pleased. He continued until he came hard. He would love to continue but he was tired. It had been a rough two night. He told her to take the ring out and helped her turn over. He took her in his arms and thanked her for the last two nights.

“This is something I will never forget. You are amazing and you have changed my life. I know you were in pain when I found you, but I am thankful for finding you.” He kissed her gently and they hugged each other until they fell asleep.

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Fair warning: this is a story about one couple (lovingly) dominating another. There’s cheating, cuckolding, and humiliation, but the sort that all the characters enjoy. If that’s not your cup of tea, turn back now.

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Before inventing The Rule, having the world’s most attractive roommates was more annoying than anything else, thought Kevin as Beth walked into the kitchen.

Kevin sat at the kitchen table eating his morning cereal, slowly waking up as his coffee dripped out of the old fashioned coffee maker nearby. His brown hair was messy- he didn’t see the point in taking a shower first thing since he’d just be bug fixing all morning. If nobody at work had to see him, he certainly wasn’t going to care. One of the perks of working from home.

Kevin was happy to admit to being an average looking guy. His girlfriend, Chissy, who he loved very dearly and thought was very beautiful was also, if he was forcing himself to be objective, average looking. She was an art teacher at a nearby high school, so she left for work hours ago. She had sandy blonde hair which was usually a little messy as well, and flecks of paint could often be found if you looked hard enough. To some, this made her seem a little disorganized or spacey, but to Kevin, her art leaving little marks behind made her seem beautiful.

There was one area in which Chrissy was decidedly not average: she was absolutely stacked. You’d never know this, however, as she always wore a baggy sweatshirt or a smock. Even her t-shirts were fairly loose in an attempt to hide them. She didn’t dislike them, just the attention they could draw. Especially teaching high school boys.

Both of them were fairly average. If you passed them on the street, you wouldn’t give them too much thought.

But if you passed Beth and Mark? You wouldn’t think about anything else for the rest of the day.

Beth was stunning. A brunette, she looked like a supermodel, though slightly curvier in all the right places. She had full lips which Kevin had never seen smile, and piercing blue eyes. You’d think she’d coast on her good looks, but she was the most successful of the four of them: she was a VP at a tech company, and had earned a reputation as a ruthless negotiator. On her business phone calls that Kevin overheard, she sounded endlessly intimidating. A true ice queen. She was perfectly polite to Kevin, and sometimes even warm to Chissy, but in many ways she was the scariest person Kevin had ever met.

Mark, her boyfriend, was tall at 6’4” and in incredible physical shape. Dark hair with dark eyes, he lifted weights every day in the morning before going to work at his construction job. Endlessly charismatic and slightly arrogant, he was apparently quite the playboy until Beth managed to tame him.

Chrissy and Beth became roommates, and eventually, Mark and Kevin moved in when things got serious with their respective girlfriends. And so they all lived together in their two room apartment on the upper east side of New York.

The Rule that Kevin and Chrissy had come up with was pretty simple: it was impossible not to check out these perfect human specimens, so as long as you didn’t check them out for more than 2 seconds, it was OK.

It all started with little comments. One day, when Mark left the bathroom in a towel, he walked by Kevin and Chrissy on the couch in their common area. Kevin laughed softly and shook his head.

“What?” asked Chrissy, after Mark had entered his room.

“There’s just… you know, no fat on that guy at all,” Kevin said with a smile. “I’ve never even seen some of those muscles. Is he real?”

Chrissy just laughed and agreed.

A few days later, the roles were reversed. They both were sitting on the same couch when Beth left for Yoga. Chrissy shook her head as the door shut.

“What?” asked Kevin.

“She’s like… a walking LuluLemon ad or something. It’s crazy.”

Kevin laughed. “I could buy you so LuluLemons if you want.”

She dismissed the thought by waving her hand. “Pssh, no pants are going to make my ass look like that.”

Kevin rubbed his chin, mock seriously. “Does she have a butt? I haven’t noticed.”

Chrissy rolled her eyes. “Please! I’m as straight as they come and even I can’t help noticing that thing.”

Her tone was playful, but Kevin still wanted to make sure. “You know you’re beautiful, though, right?” he said seriously.

She took his hands with a softer smile. “You have to say that.” She gave him a quick kiss. “But I still love hearing it.”

This continued for a while- each person often noting how attractive the roommate of their own sex was, and the other person politely agreeing without taking it any further. That is until one fateful day- the day they invited the rule- when Kevin and Chrissy were reading books in the common room. Kevin lay on the couch, and Crissy was curled up on the small, comfy chair next to it.

Mark entered the common room from his room, in his gym clothes.

“Chris, I think my headphones are under Demirlibahçe Escort that chair. Can you get up for a second?”

Kevin sucked air through his teeth. You never called Chrissy that.

Chrissy wore an unamused look on her face. “Well I would have… if you hadn’t called me Chris,” she said, snuggling deeper into her blanket. “But now I’m just sooo comfy, I don’t think I can move!”

“Come on,” said Mark. “I need them for the Gym.”

“Nope!” she said, her tone teasing. She lifted her legs up onto the chair. “Now you have to kneel down and reach under the chair. You can pretend you’re bowing to me, like I’m a queen, as punishment for calling me Chris.”

Kevin chuckled softly, loving his girlfriend’s flair for the dramatic.

Mark’s mouth pulled sideways until he wore his signature cocky smile. “As much as I’m sure you want me kneeling in front of you, your boyfriend may not like it.”

Kevin raised an eyebrow. The sexual implication wasn’t exactly subtle.

Chrissy didn’t take the bait. “It will set a good example for him should he ever think of calling me Chris. Now quick, on your knees!”

Mark took a beat to size up Chrissy before his smirk got bigger. “I’ve got a better idea,” he said. He squatted down, and for a second, Kevin thought he actually was going to bow before her.

But suddenly Mark picked up the chair with her in it, standing tall with the chair and Chrissy in his arms.

Chrissy, caught totally off guard by this, spilled forward out the chair and found herself completely pressed against Mark’s chest. Her face was pressed against him for a moment, cheek squished against solid muscle, until her hands could find something to use to balance herself. She found her hands on his chest and shoulder, basically the only things she could grab to pull herself up a bit. Mark was clearly tipping the chair towards him to make her predicament a bit worse.

“Mark, what the hell?” said Kevin. He was blown away, not that Mark could pick her up in the chair, but by the complete ease with which Mark handled the weight. He held the chair and his girlfriend with the casualness and ease that Kevin would hold a box of papers.

Ignoring Kevin, Mark gently turned to the side, still holding her. “There they are,” he said. He took his time moving them with his foot, before slowly putting Chrissy back down exactly where they started. “Guess I didn’t need you to move, huh?” He said as he towered over her, his hands still on the arms of the chair.

Chrissy’s playful attitude was gone, totally replaced by fluster. “Um…” was all she could muster as she stared into Mark’s eyes. Kevin could see the red in her ears and cheeks- she wasn’t embarrassed, or at least not entirely embarrassed. Kevin had seen this before, of course- she was flustered with unexpected lust.

Mark walked out, still wearing his usual grin. “Thanks… Chris,” he said, and walked out the door to the Gym.

Kevin and Chrissy took a second after the door closed, looking at each other in shocked silence.

“Wow!” said Kevin, shaking his head and trying to break the tension, “What an asshole!”

“Hah, yeah…” said Chrissy, distractedly.

There was another beat where Kevin tried to read Chrissy. “Though,” said Kevin, his tone teasing, “What was it like being carried in the arms of Superman over there? Was it everything you dreamed?”

“Hah,” she said, “No, he’s… just so cocky, you know?” She still seemed pretty flustered. “Just crazy that he would pick up the whole, um…” she trailed off.

Kevin sighed, which immediately broke Chrissy out of her trance. “Look,” said Kevin, “I think we need to lay our cards on the table.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, her tone slightly worried, unsure if she had crossed a line.

“I mean, yeah, sure, Mark is like the cockiest guy on the planet. And Beth looks at me the way I think people look at bugs.”

Chrissy laughed.

“But,” continued Kevin, “They are both like the sexiest human beings I’ve ever seen in real life. I think somehow they’re photoshopped, even though we are in real life. Can we both admit that? Can you admit that you are like… crazy attracted to Mark?

Chrissy was hesitant, but slowly put her head in her hands, nodding with her face covered. “Am I the worst person for nodding there?” she said, her voice muffled by her hands.

“No, that’s what I mean!” said Kevin, chuckling. “Look, I’ll say it: I’m crazy attracted to Beth, too, so we’re even, OK? I’m just saying- if we both pretend like the attraction doesn’t exist, I think it’ll drive us crazy. So fuck it, let’s just be honest with one another.”

Chrissy looked up at him. “So… what do you want to do?”

“I’m saying I am super comfortable with our relationship and I love you very much, so… if you’re feeling turned on by something besides me and want to say it, it wouldn’t bother me. Okay?”

She smiled. “I love you too.”

There was a pause. “So…” said Kevin.

“So?”

“So Demirlibahçe Escort Bayan he just picked you up and threw you against his chest after implying you wanted oral from him. How are you feeling right now?”

Chrissy leaned back and groaned, admitting defeat to it. “Oh my god, Kevin, it was so hot. I don’t know what it is about him…”

Kevin rolled his eyes. “I wonder what it could be? Maybe his height or his muscles?”

“Yeah, but I usually don’t go for guys like that! But he just picked me up like a rag doll, and… oh man, his muscles are insane. They’re like rock solid when I was pressed against him, it was crazy.” There was a beat before she sighed. “Wow, you know what, you’re right! It feels nice to admit that.”

“See?” said Kevin.

“You don’t care?”

Kevin sat up on the couch. “I mean… It’s not that I don’t care. I just think if we don’t admit this kind of stuff to each other, we’re going to go crazy. And I’m comfortable with us. It doesn’t bother me if you find other people attractive… we just happen to live with those people.”

Chrissy nodded. “Yeah. Okay, yeah.” She shook her head. “Why do they have to be so hot?”

Kevin shrugged. “I have no idea. It doesn’t really seem fair.” He got up, and headed over to Chrissy’s chair. Putting his hands on her knees, he slowly kneeled in front of her. “But since Mark got you so flustered…”

Chrissy smiled mischievously. “Mhmm…”

“And I have no problem bowing in front of you…”

“Ooh…”

Kevin’s hands reached up to her pants, undoing the button. “Maybe I can help you out…” As he pulled at the top of her pants, she lifted her hips, allowing him to pull them down and revealing blue and white striped panties.

“Out here? Are you sure?” Chrissy asked, looking around the common space.

“Beth’s on her business trip. The man of steel is off to the gym. I think I’m safe to do…” He leaned down and kissed her inner thigh. “This.”

She squirmed happily and let out a moan. Kevin kissed slowly up her thighs towards her panties.

“What if, ah,” she moaned breathily, “What if he forgot something and comes back?”

His lips reached her panties and he was shocked by how wet she already was. Kevin thought for a moment, and then took a chance. “Maybe he’d pick you up again.”

She moaned and shuttered- that was the right answer.

“Maybe,” Kevin continued as he slid the panties down her legs, “he’d see you like this and he’d want his turn.”

“His turn… ahh… his turn to do what?” she asked, drunk with lust and desperate for Kevin to continue this taboo dirty talk.

“Well…” he said, slipping a finger inside her and feeling how wet she was, “To fuck you against the wall.”

She moaned louder than she ever had before during foreplay, which was all the encouragement Kevin needed. He began to lick her clit as he fingered her slowly, doing her best to drive her mad.

For reasons Kevin couldn’t quite place, he was harder than he’d ever been in his life, almost painfully so.

“Does that mean… does that mean you’d be fucking me against the wall first?” she asked, desperate for Kevin to keep the dirty talk going, but unwilling to outright ask him to talk about Mark.

Kevin lifted his head up but kept fingering her. “Oh, I would.” He was getting braver with this dirty talk. “Well, I’d try. But it wouldn’t be like when he would do it, would it? He probably doesn’t even need a wall- he’d just pick you up and fuck you in the air.” He put his head back down and kept licking. He couldn’t believe how hard his cock felt in his jeans- he felt as though he could feel every heart beat.

Chrissy moaned again, running a hand through his hair, unconsciously rocking her hips so she’d push against his tongue more. The other hand found one of her own huge breasts, and began gently squeezing it over her sweatshirt. “Tell me… tell me more,” she begged with her eyes squeezed shut, desperately imagining the filthy situation. “Tell me what it would be like if he… if he caught us.”

“You want me to tell you exactly how I think it would happen?”

She nodded eagerly, eyes still closed.

“Well, I’d lift you up and push you so your back was against the wall, and I’d stick my cock inside you. I’d be rough and rip off that sweatshirt so I can see those big, beautiful tits of yours. The ones that drive me crazy. The ones that I bet drive him crazy.”

Since he was busy talking, her hand found its way to her clit and began rubbing it as he continued to finger her.

Kevin continued. “And he’d come home, all sweaty from the gym. And he’d see us, right here in the common room. He’d walk in and see us right away, me fucking you against the wall. But we wouldn’t stop, would we?”

She shook her head no.

“No, we wouldn’t stop. I’d be facing the wall but you’d be facing him over my shoulder. Maybe he’d watch from the couch for a little while, but then he wouldn’t be able to resist, would Escort Demirlibahçe he? Not when he sees how you’re looking at him. Because you would be looking at him, wouldn’t you?” Kevin felt himself get even harder, if that was even possible.

She nodded to this idea.

“And he’d see how bad you want him, and he’d see that I’m not making you cum, and he’d offer to step in and help out. He knows he can make you feel good. So I pull out of you, and he pulls off his shirt and pulls off his shorts and walks over to where you are on the wall and starts kissing you.”

Chrissy moans. She’s close.

“He’s pressed against you. Do you think he’s as hung as he acts? Or is he all talk?”

“Beth says…” Chrissy gasps, feeling like she was drowning in the upcoming orgasm. “Beth told me once… he’s… huge.”

Of course, thought Kevin. He also felt like he might cream his pants. For reasons he didn’t understand yet, this absolutely filthy conversation turned him on to no end.

Without thinking too much about it, one of Chrissy’s feet landed on his crotch as he sat below her. She felt how hard he was against her foot and was encouraged that Kevin was loving this too. As she squirmed with pleasure, she gently rubbed her foot up and down the cock trapped in his jeans.

“So he puts it inside you, and it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. He starts fucking you gently- but it’s not like me, barely pushing you against the wall. He picks you up, just like in that chair…”

“Yes…” she moans, her orgasm agonizingly close. Her foot kept rubbing as she squirmed- Kevin was certain she wasn’t even meaning to do it. Kevin’s voice began to waiver- he worried he might actually cum in his pants.

“He’s… he’s got you in his arms and he’s fucking you, he’s fucking… fucking you like his own personal… slut…” He couldn’t believe how close to cumming he felt, even though all Chrissy was using was the back of her foot.

“Yes!” she moans again, louder. Her foot pressed against him more.

“He’s bouncing you on his dick and… driving you deeper and deeper onto his cock, making you feel things you’ve never felt before, making you cum so easily-“

“YES!” she screamed, finally getting her orgasm, which was easily the largest Kevin had ever seen. As she bucked, she pressed her foot against Kevin’s cock one final time, and Kevin could not help it- cumming in his pants in what was one of the best and simultaneously the worst orgasm of his life.

Her whole body squeezed tight as she was rocked from the orgasm, and then with a few deep breaths, slowly but surely came down from the highs and opened up her eyes.

Once she opened her eyes, a sudden wave of humiliation washed over Kevin. He had just cum in his pants while his Girlfriend was imagining fucking a different guy- what was wrong with him?

“That was amazing. So, so amazing,” said Chrissy, dreamily. “You are the best boyfriend in the whole world, you know that? Literally the best.” She panted a few more times. Before leaning up. “Now that you’ve given me such a nice orgasm, maybe I can return the favor…”

Kevin felt heat in his cheeks. “Um…”

“What do you want, baby? I’ll do anything, anything, you want after that, you name it, I’ll do it. You want to fuck my tits, baby? I know you love that. You want to fuck my a-” She looked down and realized. Her sexy tone was suddenly replaced by shock. “Did you… did you cum in your pants?”

“Uh, yeah,” Kevin said, blushing. “I kind of… yeah, I did.”

“Just then?”

“Yes.”

There was a shocked pause. Chrissy was baffled, but didn’t want to hurt Kevin’s feelings. “Oh. Because of… was it something I did, or…?”

Kevin suddenly felt the need to defend himself. “Well, it’s… you were having such a great time, and you looked so hot, and your foot… your foot was pressing against me.”

“Yeah?” asked Chrissy, not convinced by that explanation. “Just the foot against you did it?”

“Yeah, it was just… I just was really sensitive tonight.”

Chrissy looked deep into his eyes. “That’s it?” she said, dubiously. “Are you sure it wasn’t something else?”

Kevin’s throat was dry. “Like what?”

“Like maybe,” she said, her tone inquisitive and mischievous, “You liked that story you were telling too?”

Kevin felt himself blush even more.

“Did it turn you on, hmm?” Her eyes were intense, locking to him, studying him. “To think of your girlfriend… acting like a slut with Mark, hm? To think of him rocking my world and taking what’s yours?” Kevin couldn’t believe it- despite having orgasmed a mere minute ago, he felt himself quickly getting hard again. She saw this in his jeans and her jaw dropped. “It is that, isn’t it! You loved it too?”

Kevin was a whirlwind of humiliation and arousal. Was that it? “I… guess I did…” he said earnestly.

“Stand up,” she said, taking charge. As he did so, she slipped off her sweatshirt, revealing her massive tits contained by one of her custom-made bras. He moaned at the sight of them- no matter how many times he saw them, he loved them each time.

She leaned in, his crotch right in front of her face. She took a moment to study the cock tenting in his pants and the cum stain near it, before she turned her eyes upward. One hand began very gently rubbing his cock through his pants.

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Vee looked at her watch – it was 7pm. Time to see what her puppy was up to.

She hoped he had followed her instructions to the letter.

Her pet, fuckpuppy, was waiting for her in the bedroom. As instructed, he was on the floor, on all fours, dressed only in his collar. His leash lay beside him. His legs were spread as wide as they’d go, and he faced away from the door, so Vee could see his hardening cock and smooth shaven balls as she entered.

Vee knelt beside fuckpuppy and lazily stroked his balls. Her fingers brushed through his butt crack. She stroked his stomach, chest and nipples, finally coming to his neck and ears.

“Hand me your leash, fuckpuppy” said Vee. fuckpuppy obediently picked up his leash with his mouth and raised his head to hand it to his mistress. She took the leash, patted his head, and attached the leash to his collar.

“Let’s go to the bathroom” she said. fuckpuppy walked to the bathroom on his hands and knees, and Vee followed, holding the leash.

She removed the leash when they reached. “You may undress me” she said. fuckpuppy knelt and removed Vee’s shirt. She took off her bra. fuckpuppy pulled Vee’s pants down, and she stepped out of them. Then fuckpuppy waited on all fours for instructions to remove Vee’s panties. He knew from painful experience that removing them without his mistress saying so could result in her slapping his balls, or worse.

Vee stood in front of fuckpuppy. She held his face steady by clutching his hair, and rubbed her panty covered mound on his face. Her excitement Akdere Escort Bayan grew as she rubbed. He inhaled her scent and whimpered in anticipation.

Vee was getting aroused, but wanted to go slow. She let go off fuckpuppy’s face and told him to remove her panties. She decided not to let him kiss her mound or cunt yet. He needed to learn to be patient.

Vee opened the shower faucet and let the water heat up. “Get into the shower” she ordered fuckpuppy, and held the door open as he walked into the shower on all fours.

The heat of the shower felt good on Vee’s skin. She decided to allow fuckpuppy to soap her body, and gave him the command. His eyes lit up. Still kneeling, he applied shower gel on his Mistress’s shoulder, underarms, breasts and stomach. She parted her legs and he then moved to her mound, and gently applied gel on her cunt. Vee turned around and fuckpuppy soaped her back, ass and in between her ass cheeks.

“Sit in the corner and wait until I finish” said Vee. fuckpuppy sat on his haunches facing his Mistress. His legs were spread and his front paws were held up the way he’d been taught. His hard dick stuck out, swaying a little as the water hit him.

Vee took her time. She washed her face and leisurely soaked in the hot water. Then she motioned fuckpuppy to get on the seating ledge in the shower area. He immediately got on all fours, trembling in anticipation. Vee squeezed gel in her hands, and proceeded to soap his body. She took her time on his back, chest and underarms, ignoring Escort Akdere the hard dick screaming for attention. Vee soaped his ass, getting her fingers in his crack. She pushed on his bud gently, and he moaned. “Quiet fuckpuppy” she warned him. If he disobeyed, she’d leave him to finish up, and he knew it.

Vee then soaped his balls, and noticed he was breathing fast and making an effort to control himself. It was time to have some fun! Without warning, she grabbed fuckpuppy’s dick in her soapy hand and jerked him, making sure she stopped before he came. He struggled to control himself from cumming, and whimpered in agony when she stopped. Vee got out of the shower. “Finish up and come out” she told fuckpuppy, then grabbed her towel and went into her closet.

fuckpuppy washed and dried himself in record time, and went on all fours to his mistress. She was seated naked at the edge of a red recliner in her bedroom, and had some cream near her, on the floor. “I’m going to let you hump my leg, fuckpuppy” said Vee. fuckpuppy was thrilled! He kissed Vee’s ankle and licked it. Then her applied cream on her feet and straddled them, his hard, wet cock touching Vee’s shin. He held Vee’s thighs for support and shamelessly humped her legs. Vee could feel his pre-cum leaking on her skin. She knew he couldn’t go on for long or he’d cum.

Sure enough, fuckpuppy stopped, panting. He dare not cum without permission. Vee raised both her legs until her ankles touched her ass. Her pussy lips were open and glistening.

fuckpuppy Akdere Escort did not need an invitation.

He licked her slowly, from asshole to clit, dipping into her wet cunt. Vee held his head and guided him – a little pressure here, a lick there. Eventually, she made him lick her cunt while she stroked her clit. It didn’t take long – Vee crossed her legs around fuckpuppy’s head and came, crying out loud as her orgasm hit her in waves. fuckpuppy sucked her juices with his tongue.

Vee uncrossed her legs and took some time to catch her breath. Her pet had been good today, and deserved to cum. “On your back” she said.

Fuckpuppy lay on his back on the floor, his hands holding his ankles as he’d been taught. His butt crack was open, exposing his asshole to his mistress. His hard cock was leaking precum on his belly. He really, really hoped his mistress would make him cum.

Vee held fuckpuppy’s cock between her toes, and slowly jerked him. Her other foot rested in his crack and toyed with his anus.

It didn’t take long for fuckpuppy to cum. Thick strands of semen launched onto his chest and belly. Vee gently squeezed his balls with her other foot, and more semen leaked out, some on Vee’s toes.

The puppy knew he had to clean up. One time he’d let the semen slip onto the carpet, and mistress had been furious.

Still lying on the floor, he carefully turned around so his face was under Vee’s feet. He held each foot and licked the toes clean, tasting his semen on one foot and his shit on the other.

Once Vee’s feet were clean, fuckpuppy wiped the semen on his belly with his hands, and licked his hands clean. The final touch was to squeeze semen from his cock head and lick it.

Vee watched her pet clean up. He was getting better at it. Maybe it was time to take him to the next level…

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