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### Category: Fetish. Some penises (perhaps many) will be locked inside padlocked chastity devices, while women will have no such obligations. If this fetish does not intrigue you, avoid reading.

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English is not my language, please forgive my mistakes.###

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Chapter 1: Beginning With An Ending (A Happy Ending, of course).

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It was late at night. I was masturbating in front of the PC.

Although I was aware that it was late, and that tomorrow morning I would have to wake up early to go to the office, nevertheless I was masturbating furiously, reading an erotic story on a site.

My wife had come home late from work, had gone to bed because she was too tired even to eat dinner, and I was alone in front of the PC.

The narrative described a couple very similar to the two of us: 50 years old, two adult sons already working. Two empty nesters. Coincidentally, his name was Richard like mine. He, too, was a respected man at work, considered by all to be a true Alpha. But in the bedroom secret, that character in the story craved being subdued by his wife in the bedroom.

In previous episodes (which I had already read), she had tied him to the bed, whipped him, and forced him to serve tea to the girls, dressed as a shy French Maid gagged and wearing a skirt too short to hide his caged penis. Each of those adventures had turned me on and I had cum without hesitation.

That night the chapter did not convince me. She was cheating on him (for her very first time) with a certain Bull, and the husband stood there watching, bound and gagged. I tried to get aroused by focusing on the details, but the chapter on Cuckolding failed to engage me. I could guess that a lot of people have been enjoying it for centuries (since the time of King Candaules, Seventh Century B.C.) but I could not rejoice in it. I kept thinking that I did not want to cheat on anyone, nor did I want my wife to cheat on me. Besides, what to do with STDs and illnesses? What if then this Bull was a stupidly selfish man?

Before closing the chapter, I saw that on the right side, the site offered vaguely similar stories. I longed to cum, and to find something exciting, I clicked on a random title, without much hope.

I opened one at random. It told of a husband asking his wife to be his Keyholder: he had purchased a few device models online, and eventually found the one that fit perfectly, preventing him from any erection (and making him horny).

His wife was reluctant at first, then had accepted baby steps to lock the lock that blocked her husband’s manhood, and then… each paragraph a step forward, with great orgasms for her, and a great buildup of arousal for him without ever an outlet.

Lots of endorphin, lots of serotonin, lots of happiness, but never prolactin, never that sad depression that comes to the male after he has had the “Petite Morte” of him.

I had never read anything like it and read the whole series without even bothering to masturbate anymore (except as an unconscious movement). After nine long and intriguing episodes in the series, I had a dick as hard as a marble. In the story, the wife still demanded an orgasm from her husband’s mouth, then turned around and fell asleep murmuring “Never Reciprocate”… in an instant I was struck as if by lightning, and I was cumming ropes and ropes of semen, flooding the floor beneath me.

My wife was asleep, snoring softly with an almost inaudible noise.

Damn! Just tonight, and tomorrow will be Friday, I have to go to the office!

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The next morning, in the office, each of us found among the e-mails a long Memorandum from the Human Resources Office.

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Chapter 2: The E-MAIL: Bad News from Human Resources.

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Not everyone knows that a dedicated HR office never existed before women also started working in offices. It sounds absurd but that is exactly what it is. Bureaucratic offices in the Western world (Europe and America and their colonies) have always been shaped by imitating the structures of the army: and in the army, there is no HR office.

One thinks of the army of Frederick the Great of Prussia, or the Napoleonic army. What Grognard could have complained about the sergeant and captain with a nonexistent “HR Office”? Impossible.

Similarly, if an Army (or Navy) officer misbehaved with his subordinates, sooner or later a stray bullet or shrapnel would hit him in the middle of the back: there is even a word for it, “fragging,” which is very common, especially when officers give senseless or morally repugnant orders.

Unfortunately, “History is not a Dinner Party”, wrote Aristotle (“Poetics”, Book Two).

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As bayburt escort always, the Corporate Memorandum began with an infuriating paragraph in which the HR director, Bjork Jensdottir, reiterated what her role should be: for the umpteenth time.

Bjork Jensdottir. Just under 40, eyes like the sky, hair like wheat.

Cold as a perennial glacier, impetuous as a geyser.

Always as ruthless as an earthquake.

Empathetic as a stone.

And it was customary for her to sign her letters with her initials, BJ, regardless of the smirks that appeared on many men’s (and even some women’s) faces.

Probably in the Icelandic office, those two paired letters meant nothing special.

But the content of the Memorandum was instead completely surprising.

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>>>>”Memorandum number 1776 (HR/bj)

Signed Thursday, April 4th, 2024.

Reception date: Friday, April 5th, 2024.

Regulations are in effect beginning the following Monday from 9 am.

As you know, several scandals related to sexual harassment in the workplace have agitated newspapers on both sides of the Atlantic Ocean. Harassment will never again be tolerated in this Company, and therefore it is ordered that All Males At All Levels Wear A Precise Uniform, as detailed below.

The HR Manager is responsible for implementing new dress code rules for all male workers in the company. This includes developing, communicating, and enforcing policies that align with the company’s values and professional standards. The HR Manager will work closely with senior management to ensure that the new dress code rules are clear, fair, and compliant with legal requirements.

Company policy, in deference to Iceland’s free democratic traditions dating back to the earliest assemblies of the Vikings, dictates that we must rule out blaming the way female workers dress. Therefore, the only acceptable approach is to intervene in the way male workers dress.

It is incumbent upon the writer Dr. Bjork Jensdottir (hereafter abbreviated: “bj”) to fulfill the following points, leaving nothing undone or on the verge of fully coming.

>>>1. Research industry best practices and trends related to dress codes (already completed. We will apply the same rules that are already adopted in the Reykjavik office, as arranged by the Founding President’s daughter).

>>>2. Develop a comprehensive dress code policy for all male workers in the company. Each man will wear a chastity device that will prevent erections. By next Monday each must provide exact measurements of his flaccid penis. Any unnecessary exaggeration will be punished as perjury. The company will purchase the devices (henceforth: “cages”) from an artisanal supplier who custom fabricates the metal. Each worker will have a custom cage and a strap around his or her waist to prevent the device from being taken off.

Human Resources will keep each key, although, to avoid assemblies at both entry and exit times, it would be appropriate that each man would wear the cage all day and all week: 24/7. Only upon written and substantiated request, from the wife and/or official partner, may this HR consider agreeing to any release (of a maximum duration of one night, with a requirement to close the next morning).

>>>3. Communicate the new dress code rules effectively to employees.

>>>4. Provide guidance and support to employees who have questions or concerns about the new policy. I don’t think anyone will want to object. I gladly remind everyone that the Company retains the right to transfer personnel to our station in Antarctica.

>>>5. Monitor compliance with the dress code rules and address any violations promptly. On this issue, see the footnote at the end.6. Collaborate with department heads to ensure consistency in enforcing the dress code across all teams.

>>>7. Review and update the dress code policy as needed to reflect changes in workplace culture or regulations.

To bring to fruition especially item 5 (monitoring), this Memorandum arranges for an internal call, reserved for a female worker, to assist in the writing of BJ in the morning and evening checks.

Requirements

>1. Bachelor’s degree in Human Resources, or some related field.

>2. Proven experience in developing and implementing HR policies, preferably related to dress codes.

>3. Strong knowledge of employment laws and regulations.

>4. Excellent communication and deep interpersonal skills.

>5. Ability to work collaboratively with employees at all levels of the organization. I would like to remind you that these dress rules also apply to the company’s senior management and executive ranks. So my next Assistant may have a much lower rank (and a much younger age) than the colleagues she will be screening and assessing. Please: Be Prepared! bj.

>6. Attention to detail and a commitment to upholding professional standards in the workplace.

>>>>>The HR Manager plays a bartın escort crucial role in shaping the company’s culture through effective management of policies such as the dress code rules for male workers. This position requires a strategic mindset, strong communication skills, and a dedication to promoting a positive work environment for all employees.

>>>>>Taking this opportunity to wish those of you who are married a peaceful confrontation session with your spouse, I extend my warmest regards to you. HR/bj.”

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We looked at each other in amazement. I was the head of an office of six people: two men and four women. They all looked at me.

“What do you think, Richard? You are the boss… the Man. Should we rebel?” asked Andrew, with a note of despair.

I looked at him without speaking. Then I looked at my co-workers. Aiysha, Barbara, Teresa, and Skye.

It was a very diverse group.

Aiysha was a promising lawyer, married to Ahmed, a decent block who earned less than her because he had not been able to study at the university. She and I used to joke about it all the time. Both were dark-skinned and came from an Islamic nation in Central Africa. As a joke, she would say that she was as dark as Cocoa, and Ahmed was as dark as Coffee.

Barbara looked like a Barbie doll. Blonde with blue eyes. But surgeons had removed one of her breasts after a bad accident, and she had refused every implant proposal, because, she said, “I don’t want to lie, I don’t want to deceive, I am who I am and people have to accept my body as it is.” Barbara did not wear makeup on her face or dye her hair. Barbara was a lesbian, and she was Teresa’s wife.

Teresa came from a multiethnic Hispanic family and had relatives in every single former colony of the Spanish Empire (including Brazil even though it was not part of it). Shorter than Barbara, but much stronger, with broad shoulders, trained biceps, and short hair. Teresa was the classic “tomboy” and often Andrew and I would ask her to help us lift the heavier objects, she would always laugh and say “There is no such thing as something men did that a woman can’t do better,” in Spanish, and then she would each time stuck her tongue to mock our weak, untrained male muscles. When she had just arrived in my office (and still not engaged to Barbara), I used to joke with her that we were both Catholics. Then one day she got incensed, talking about something bad that a parish priest had done to an 18-year-old boy, and from then on we never touched the subject again. Teresa was a rare case of a “believing and practicing Catholic lesbian,” strong but gentle, aggressive but spiritual, muscular but theological. To get married, Barbara and Teresa had gone before the justice of the peace: the blonde’s family was Lutheran of Danish descent, I believe.

Skye was pale, redheaded, and very thin, as women in Scotland sometimes are. Taller than me. Presbyterian, she did not have much patience with Catholics. Sometimes Skye had short relationships with boyfriends who, however, were never feminist enough to last together with her for more than a few months.

In my office, each girl was more blatantly rich, stronger, or taller than me. However, everyone respected me because I was an experienced and empathetic leader. Before this Memorandum.

Aiysha shook her head in disbelief, “Oh, my boss, the Poor Richard… such a decent person…”

Skye looked at me with some disdain. As a true Scottish woman, she was a true feminist and hated all men, however, she had always worked well with us, with mutual respect. Now instead she looked at me with contempt. Side effects of the METOO.

Barbara intervened, as always. She was the real leader of the group, even though she was the youngest: and she liked to lead from the bottom, using sarcasm and humor. “Skye! Stop staring at our boss as if he were a sex maniac! Mr. Richard is the most proper person in the world and, in my opinion, he is not trivially a male, he is a PERSON: a good person.”

Skye grimaced, “To you, he is not a male, because you are a lesbian.”

Very close to the two interlocutors, the tough Teresa (Hispanic caliente) clenched her fist so hard that her knuckles turned pale, but Barbara held her back.

Barbara had provoked Skye by luring her into a verbal trap, and she smiled in satisfaction. “I am a lesbian, but I have a woman’s body. And I know full well how much the male gaze weighs, even now that the surgeons have removed one of my breasts. I know that other males look at my ass and look at my slender little feet when I walk in heels-I know. And I know that dozens of thousands of bosses harass girls in the office. But that is not the case with Mr. Richard. Besides, I know his wife, and I am worried about the fallout this Memorandum will have on her life!”

I thought, “OMG! My Wife! Who’s going to explain… THIS!… to my Wife!” and I reread the Memorandum all over again.

Sure, sure: ığdır escort Human Resources, to reduce the time of the morning inspection, was not content with me wearing a cage against erections during office hours, but went so far as to suggest prolonging that torture even at home, 24/7! This was a serious infringement on workers’ rights.

The girls had also concentrated on reading. While I was thinking, Aiysha muttered, “However, if he protests they will exile him to Antarctica…”

Yikes. Sure, I could have filed a union lawsuit, but these things go on for a long time, and in the meantime, I would have been transferred to Antarctica. What could I have done?

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It was Friday night.

I came home with the Memorandum printed on some sheets of paper.

I did not dare to email it to my wife.

Cathy greeted me with a hug. Immediately my cock got hard: she smiled and said, “I see you still love me, honey, after so many years of marriage!”

I sighed. “This may be the last week you see him this erect, sweetheart.”

“What? What happened? Tell me everything!”

I handed her the papers as I went to take a shower. I was devastated, morally and psychologically. Unjustly accused of being a sex offender, like every man on the Planet: and condemned, though innocent, to be chained forever. Not only in the office but also at home!

In the shower, I cried in despair. Feminism and Metoo have done many things wrong, but the worst injustice is to have equated the innocent with maniacs. Now we all appear guilty, even those who, like me, are innocent.

How long was I in the shower? I don’t know. I was heartbroken, I was desperate, and I didn’t want to get out.

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With my hair still wet, I returned to the living room drying myself with a large bathrobe.

My wife was frantically consulting her PC.

She had her thighs open and was not wearing panties. She always had the mons smooth: she had had laser hair removal many years ago, saying that when I was traveling for work, she wanted to masturbate with the magic wand while she was phoning me, and without hair, the sensitivity increased a lot.

It was better for me because I loved the look of her pussy all naked, and when I licked it, it was much more pleasurable for me.

As soon as Cathy saw me, she grabbed my cock and sawing it vigorously said, “Screw me!”

I was still sad but the prospect of a quickie brightened my evening.

My wife and I have two ways of making love. One is the quickie: it happens when she has a sudden urge because she has read something erotic or who knows. The other is a long, slow coupling, which allows her to reach her orgasm quietly.

Everything is based on her confidence in my endurance: she knows that I will never cum if she has not had a full orgasm first.

But that night her body language was screaming at me, “A Quickie!” and I indulged her.

Being sad, the penis needed some encouragement before getting hard.

She masturbated in front of me, with the magic wand on the outside of her pussy.

I penetrated her, without any foreplay (but her pussy was flushed and ready!), holding the magic wand between my belly and her mind.

Cathy orgasmed almost immediately.

Immediately afterward, I also cummed a large amount inside her pussy.

Only then did she turn off the vibration of the wand.

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I almost passed out from pleasure. My wife smiled slyly at me like the Cat from Alice in Wonderland.

“You know, Richard, now that our sons have moved out on their own, the two of us are empty nesters… and I’ve been wanting for a long time to try to ask you something I’ve NEVER told you before… what do you say? First, though, would you like to make your faithful little wife who made you cum have an orgasm?”

I did not know what she wanted to ask me but without hesitation toward her pussy filled with my marital cum.

It was a little perversion she had from a young age: Cathy liked me to swallow my semen wherever it fell. If I cum on her tits, she demanded that I lick them. If I cum between her toes, she would offer them to me until I had cleaned them all. And if I cum in her pussy, then she confided that I would swallow all I could reach.

It is not an effective contraceptive system (in fact, two children were born to us) but it is very satisfying for her, and frankly, I like it. I have never licked another man’s semen, but my semen is mine, as mine is my saliva that I have in my mouth all day long.

I squatted between my wife’s warm thighs and began to lick and suck her labia and clitoris. She moaned and squirmed. I licked and sucked and seemed to have forgotten everything that had happened in the office. I moistened my middle finger with saliva and then buried it deep inside her anus, without force, but with quiet, steady pressure. Her clitoris protruded protruded toward me and she yowled and yelped like a bitch in heat. I don’t know how much time passed in this way. She grabbed my hair with her fingers and pushed deeper and deeper into me as she screamed. Then she let out one last loud cry and then passed out.

Several minutes later she awoke from the post-orgasmic bliss.

“Oh, Richard, my love… that was the best orgasm of my life.”

“I saw. And I heard. Let’s hope the neighbors didn’t call the police.”

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His heart was racing as she directed to the spot. Although it was the dead of night they were still out in the open, a lone sedan under the well lit street light. He could feel her mischievous gaze sweeping over him, settling on his anxious bulge. Her ginger touch caressed him, groping and kneading his cock through the fabric.

“Didn’t Mommy tell you she was going to take care of you?”

He nodded.

He was already so hard he could burst. It was embarrassing. He fidgeted nervously under her touch. She moved swiftly and silently in the dark, unfastening his pants and fishing out his more than eager length. Her full, soft, ruby lips kissed the head of his cock gently. Her lips kissing and suckling lovingly around the trembling crown.

Her lips suddenly moved away, her from moving eye-level with him. He could barely make out the curly, red halo around her sun kissed skin. Gentle brown eyes burning into him. Her touch wrapped around his taught girth, playfully kneading and stroking him as she leaned in toward his ear.

“Aw, you’re about to pop already, aren’t you, babe?”

He nodded feverishly.

She nibbled tenderly at his earlobe, stroking him faster. Giggling sweetly. Pressing closer to him. Moaning and humming artvin escort lovingly. Focusing her efforts on the quivering head of his cock. Tracing her fingers around and over his head and slit until thick strings of precum started flowing.

She made a show of bringing it to her lips for a taste smiling approvingly. He fell back in the seat, breathing heavily as his body eased back from the edge. Straddling him, she hit the switch on his seat, letting in back into almost a fully prone position.

Hiking up her dress, she hovered her warm opening just above his eager cock. She smiled devilishly, slowly enveloping his taught head. A deep groan of relief filled the confines of the car. She slid down toward the base of his girth, cooing sweetly as he moaned and tensed beneath her.

As she reached the halfway, her slick, snug embrace eased upward. Slowly releasing him. Again, she hovered just above the head of his cock. She focused her efforts on the head once more, tenderly riding the trembling muscle exclusively. Wrapping her slim hips tightly around him as he bucked and writhed in the stimulation. It was almost too much, tempting him to plunge ever inch of his needy cock into her.

She lay against him, moaning and humming aydın escort sweetly into his ear once more. Working her hips slowly and methodically. Trained on the delicate and sensitive of his head. Nibbling and sucking at his earlobe while she edged him.

“Please!”

“Oh? Please what?”

“Please, let me cum.”

“Oh, you want to cum in Mommy, don’t you?” She asked, rocking her hips harder.

He nodded frantically.

“Oh, that won’t do.” She slowed her movements, rocking her hips along his sensitive head harder with every thrust. “You’re gonna have to say it.”

“Please let me cum, Mommy!”

The words rolled off his tongue so naturally. So sweet. Moved her lips downward, nibbling on his neck as she maintained her same teasing pace. He was almost whimpering, begging her over and over to grant him release. But she didn’t let up, working his head only still. Dipping it in and out of her hot, sopping core. Her nectar flowing down his shaft.

“Please Mommy! I need to cum!”

She drank in his pleads, maintaining the same pace still, filling his cock swell in impending release. Dribbling hit, warm beads of pearly seed into her. He moaned and pleaded louder, bucking and writhing beneath her, but she didn’t balıkesir escort relent. Rocking her hips intently with the resolve of making him explode just from stimulation of the head of his cock.

“I’m cumming, Mommy!”

“What was that?”

He screamed his climax louder, finally bursting from the focused stimulation. And then it all changed. She pinned him down firmly, finally swallowing his cum geyser in her loving cunt. Bouncing along every inch of him harder and faster. Milking every last drop as she rode him faster, slamming down to the hilt of his length with every mighty thrust.

Another wave of spunk erupted from him as she continued. Her juicy cunt milking every inch of his sensitive cock. He was a whimpering mess now, spilling all of his seed inside her. She seemed to go on forever. Until she suddenly stopped, laying against him in exhaustion.

“Did you enjoy that, hon?” she cooed.

He managed to collect himself to nod meekly. “Did you?”

“Of course. I even managed to cum myself.” She pecked his cheek. “That was so fun teasing you like that. You were such a good boy going along with everything. I think you’ve earned a special treat for tonight.”

Her words brought a smile to his face. He then notices the window. It was rolled down! Had she done that? Who had heard his pleads for release. Was that her plan this whole time? He started to panic, but it to part of him, it didn’t matter. He hoped someone heard and got jealous. His mommy had just given him the most intense orgasm of his life. And better yet, she called him a good boy. Nothing else mattered in that moment but that.

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Dozing, napping in your bed, your hazy morning dreaming begins to get hot…

It’s late at night and you’re descending the stairs in your home. Still listening attentively to the sound that alerted you out of bed, soft but mischievous giggling emanating from the kitchen. You start to recognise this dream for what it was. You’ve been transported back to your memory of last night.

The sweet girly giggles, echoing as you remembered, swept a smile across your face and you continued to dream…

Your approach towards the source of the laughter was intentionally quiet. You tucked yourself away, hidden just out of view behind the kitchen door. You felt like a pervert, a peeping Tom. However you didn’t want to disturb the two hot young women gossiping over a shared, half empty bottle of wine. You didn’t want to interrupt their good time, you’d just check on them, you thought to yourself.

It was the young woman you had rented out one of your bedrooms to after your wife left. Lauren and her friend Mia. Back from a night out, and both sloppy drunk, they were loudly discussing the nights events.

Listening in, you hear Lauren’s voice clearer now…

“Remember that guy that I was grinding on, you know the one? The really fucking fit guy, the tall, built, one that I said looked like he’d have a big dick? Well he really did, I felt it when we were dancing, it got so hard for me and seriously, it was HUGE”

Mia giggled and excitedly answered back.

“Oh yeah, of course remember him! He was so hot, fuck, my pussy was getting so wet just looking at him. At you two together. I was on the verge of telling you we should drag him back here for a threesome”

Lauren stared back at her friend with a lustfully devilish, and slightly regretful look.

“Fuuuuck, that would have been so good wouldn’t it, hahaha imagine if my landlord had caught us both sucking and fucking some random guy in his kitchen. I don’t think he’d even have the balls to come down if he heard us to be honest. He’d probably just pussy out of saying anything, and act like it never happened.”

Ouch, that remark from Lauren stung, little did she know, you were standing there hidden now. Plus, if you heard a threesome happening, without you, in your own house, you would certainly have come in and you would have… Wait, what were you thinking? What would you have even done? Finding her and her friend spread over your kitchen counter, pussies being fucked by another man? All this sexual talk was getting you carried away…

You knew this was wrong but you let the memory play on. Your dick got stiff in your pants, both inside the vision of your memory and in your lap as you lay back now, dreaming in bed.

Mia laughed, too quickly, at Lauren’s assessment in playful agreement. She had met you a few times before and obviously formed a strong immediate opinion of your manliness….

After a long sip of wine, you hear Lauren’s lustful conversation begin flowing again.

“My landlord has literally been such a pushover lately. I’m serious, he lets me get away with anything, I swear. I just stopped paying rent since I batted my eyes at him. I told him it was too much, he even actually told me I can use this place like a hotel, come and go whenever. He definitely wants to fuck me. Okay, I’m going to admit something but you have to promise you won’t tell, okay… Well, I’ve even taken his card a few times on shopping trips and I didn’t go crazy or anything but I swear to god he’s never ever said a thing about it! He must have noticed though, I know he checks. How crazy is that, he’s literally like one of those submissive guys on vice or something, I think he likes being used. That’s obviously why he picked his ex wife”

On quick impulse they both lean in and giggle hard.

You realised Lauren wasn’t wrong, you’d been so lenient with her recently. You had been passive as she took advantage, enjoying the company of your attractive housemate and her gorgeous group of friends she frequently brought over unannounced. You were lonely, you’d admit that. You loved her playful, brazen attitude. But the fact that she was drawing pleasure, entertainment from exploiting your weakness was peaking your arousal.

Your hand ventured into your pants starting to massage your hard dick as you continue to listen eagerly, secretively, at the door.

Snapping to your senses you pulled your hands off your dick. What were you doing? Stroking your dick over Lauren and her equally mean, pretty friend? You shouldn’t, you couldn’t.

You snuck quietly back upstairs.

Back in your bed, you couldn’t sleep. So you went right to your usual solution. Cumming might help, you thought, as you reached down to grab hold of your dick. You prepared your mind, mentally flicking through your usually preferred selection of pornstars.

Fantasy loading, you picked the one from your favourite porn video. Her soft, sexy features already happened to closely resemble Lauren’s. However, as you stroked, things slowly shifted and her naked kütahya escort body pictured in your mind melted into Lauren’s.

It happened so unconsciously and you tried to cut it off, change back the picture, but it didn’t work. At this point you were already close, you needed to sleep. You thought, what the hell, it’s just one time… and you gave into perverse desire. Pumping hard you shamelessly picture Lauren performing for you like that pornstar would. Seeing her legs spread wide for you, fingering her dripping pussy furiously, eyes filled with a needy look of orgasmic desire… Pussy leaking with the deep need to be fucked.

You came hard and fast, wiping it away and rolling over.

As the memory ended and you slowly came to full consciousness, catching you up to the present. Morning light streamed through the curtains while you lay in bed. Your morning wood was so much more swollen than usual, and dripping precum. You realised how close you just came to a full wet dream…

It had been quite some time since that had happened. You were feeling pretty shameful about what you did last night now though. You know a good, normal guy would never have even thought of cumming thinking about her, it was inappropriate. You try to excuse yourself, reasoning that most guys didn’t have a younger housemate as hypnotically sexy as Lauren.

As you get up go about your morning, the pictures you painted for yourself last night relentlessly entered your mind. Lauren, her naked, open, wanting body. Her sweet pussy is calling you in, begging to fuck… Each time you tried to push it away, the thoughts rushed in to fill even more space in your mind, entirely taking over.

The morning rolls on and she still hasn’t woken yet. Every time you pass Lauren’s bedroom door, you stop, frozen for minutes. The pounding in your chest and dick peaks along with the intensity of your dirty thoughts. Desperate for an excuse for contact, you hope talking to Lauren will get things back to normal. You feel a usual chat will help you clear your mind. Reasoning that Mia may have stayed over, and deciding you’d offer her a lift, that was gentlemanly after all… returning to her bedroom door, you prepare to knock.

But your hand stops abruptly before it hits the door. It was quiet in the room. You didn’t want to startle her. Without thinking further you slowly, quietly, pushed the door open. Clothes lay strewn acoss the floor and even the duvet had fallen off the bed. There was no Mia.

Instead, what your eyes saw was almost the exact vision from your dreams. Lauren’s naked body, every perfect curve presented openly in front of you.

Your dick went wild but your brain went numb. All logical thought abandoned your brain as you approached the bed.

You didn’t mean to be a pervert but you were just so captivated by the image. Reaching down, you stoked Lauren’s hair from her face and she stirred.

Fluttering open, her beautiful blue eyes stared into yours. Panic locked your body still. Embarrassed, caught out, blood rushed to your face and your cheeks raged red.

Painful seconds of silence filled with anticipation ticked by. Lauren laid there, looking back at you, making no effort to cover her naked body.

“What are you doing?”

Lauren’s tone was still sleepy, and unbothered. Curiously less repulsed than what you expected.

You began to stutter, clutching at straws to offer an explanation… what the fuck were you even doing here? You knew you shouldn’t be…

“Well, um, I just thought, um, your friend, I was gggoing to ask if…”

Lauren’s inquisitive and innocent expression flicked over to a much more devious smile.

“Oh so you hoped you’d walk in on both Mia and I naked here together?!”

“No, no, I didn’t mean, I mean I didn’t expect…”

Lauren laughed at your bashfulness admiring your vulnerability as you stood there awestruck, struggling for words.

She was naked, whilst you had all your clothes on, yet you were still the one to feel exposed. She lay in the sheets, as bare and confident as the Goddess Venus herself.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. Look at me…”

That command unconsciously drew your eyes from hers and down to soak up a full perspective of each fine, supple curve. It was pulling you in, it was trance inducing…

You had forgotten that your dick was already hard but pure arousal rushed in. Straight to your now raging erection.

Eyes fixed on Lauren’s body, her long and open legs. The next sensation you felt was your pants being ripped down to your knees. Your hard dick fell out. Then…

FLASH, CLICK.

Instantly you knew what had happened. Shock, disbelief, denial, you look back at Lauren.

Smiling viciously, phone in hand, she had never looked more beautiful.

“See that?” She pointed the photo of your hard dick against the backdrop of her bedroom mockingly.

“That is photo evidence of me catching you perving over me in bed. I think you’d be in quite malatya escort a lot of trouble if I sent this to a few different people… your friends, your ex wife, your boss perhaps? Shall I send it in my girls groupchat now? Just so you know they’re all going to be laughing when they see it.”

Reality hits and, pants still down, you begin to beg.

“No, come on please, delete that, I’m sorry, don’t send it. I’ll do anything seriously you can’t send that”

She doesn’t listen. You hear the sound of a message sending and panic. The list of possible recipients fly around your head in a whirlwind. Ding ding ding, immediate notifications of replies ring out…

Lauren flips the phone around. She’d sent your pic in her girls groups chat. The messages relentlessly appeared on the screen as you read them.

Ella: Hahahahhahaha WHAT IS THAT?!

Lilly: LAUREN you could have given a trigger warning for such an ugly thingggg whyyy

Ella: Girl, what even happened, seriously, WHAT IS THAT?!?!

Mia: OMG 🤢 That is NOT your landlords peen?!?! No way was wanking over you in your room? Wtf that’s so pathetic!

Lauren’s sadistic laughter pulls your focus back to her. You look into her eyes pleading, and she looks back, like a predator looks at prey.

“Do you realise what this means for you now now? I saw how scared you were before you realised where I actually sent it. Do you realise how I’ve got you by the balls now? I could make you do literally anything, because if you don’t, I’d just press send…”

Crushing realisation made my statement even clearer. Everything you’d ever built, ever owned, your dignity, it was all in jeopardy. You had no choice but to comply with whatever came next….

The look in Lauren’s eyes cruelly reassured you, she wasn’t fucking kidding.

She’d already stopped paying her rent, she’d already taken your money, what else could she want from you? What the fuck would she make you do?

The aching moments of silence she was indulging in were so painful to you. You felt scared but desperate to discover how fucked you were.

“I mean, you’re so stupid to fall for this, what did you actually think I was going to fuck you? That’s soo hilarious”

That cut harshly since, although it felt like a dream come true… for a moment there you really had felt like it was going to happen.

“However, I think you’re not soo stupid that you can’t tell, I want something for you. A few things actually. I’m going to use this to get everything I want.”

Just as you thought, this was far from fun and games.

“What is it you want?”

Your voice cracks as you wonder wether you really want the answer to your own question.

“I want you silly. Everything you have to offer me. I’m going to keep you as my personal slave.”

Dreading what being trapped in slavery might entail, your dick still twitches at the words ‘I want you’.

“Wha-at does that mean though?” You begged for clarification.

“Hmm maybe you are that stupid. Don’t worry, you’ll find out what else it means later… But right now, it means I want you to eat my ass.”

Shock smacked you hard from hearing that commanding statement drop from Lauren’s lips.

Lauren flipped over in the bed gracefully. Now lying on her stomach she slid her pillow down tucking it beneath her waist. It propped up her ass in a perfectly comfortable, accessible position. Staring intently at you, she waited impatiently for you to begin the task she’d set.

“Well? What are you waiting for bitch, you know you have no choice. Come over here, and Kiss. My. Asshole.”

With her eyes she urged you onto the bed, to settle between her legs, positioned right in front of her perfect asshole waiting for worship.

“What are you waiting for? NOW! kiss it loser”

The demand came with a tone that strongly threatened consequences if you didn’t act fast. You lean in. Your lips make contact with her delicious, perfect ass.

You feel your dick getting harder with each soft kiss you land on her rim. You hear Lauren’s velvety moans of satisfaction increasing. You ramp it up. Soft kisses begin to turn passionate, firmer and more intense.

“Use tongue. I want you to French kiss my asshole loser”

Your tongue complies, immediately jumping forward to offer up the pleasure Lauren wanted. Slow, long and intentional licks, you worked so instinctively.

Desperate to know if you’re doing a good job, you pause your work and lift up your head. Your eyes catch a glimpse over Lauren’s shoulder. Phone in hand again, she’s texting in the girls groupchat. You can’t read the messages this time, but assume they’re just as humiliating as the last set.

Lauren’s free hand flies back, fingers lace through your hair and grip. Pulling you back in, she drives your face home, back between her flawless juicy ass cheeks.

“Did I tell you to stop loser? No. So keep licking.”

Spurred on by humiliation, you get back to work faster batman escort than ever. Your tongue offering deep, frantic, licks working into the centre of her tight, delicious asshole.

As you lose your mind to the task in front of you, your tongue slips down too far. Your wet tongues meets Lauren’s dripping pussy. This small slip threw every thought from your mind as the pleasure from the taste and sensation drove you wild. Taking little effort to quickly correct yourself, you are swiftly taught consequences.

Your head rips back harshly by your hair. A heavy smack follows before your face is planted back into its designated spot.

“NO pussy for you bitch!”

How ironic, you begun this adventure thinking that she would offer you ultimate sexual pleasure… now you were being used like a toy for hers.

Amid the daze of your dazzlingly pathetic circumstances you hear your front door open and slam shut. Despair and confusion looms. Your face frozen between Lauren’s ass cheeks, tongue still imbedded deep inside her, you listened intently…

… soft, sweet, girly giggles. Coming up the stairs. Fast approaching the door concealing you from total humiliation, complete degradation.

Now this was true irony, just consequences for having snuck down, taken advantage of your hidden place and perved on Lauren and Mia just last night. All three of Lauren’s beautiful friends were about to come in. About to see you here like this. They were about to join Lauren in taking total advantage of you. You already knew it.

Lauren shoved your face into her ass, deep and hard. She wanted you on full display at work, by the time her friends entered the room.

Then the hinges creak as the door swings open. Lauren’s grip through your hair relaxes and you’re released, permitted to look up.

Mia, Lilly and Ella, stand in the doorway.

Stunning, smiling, laughing sadistically… and staring right at you with lustfully devious intent.

All three women dressed head to toe in glittering lingerie, panties, bra, stockings and suspenders. Gorgeous sky high heels on beautifully pedicured feet topped off the breathtaking vision.

Lauren shoved you away from her body, to the side, gracefully climbing off of the bed to greet her girlfriends.

Stood gathered around the bed, all looking down on you, each stunning beauty seemed totally terrifying, yet overwhelmingly alluring. All discernible thoughts were robbed from your mind as you laid there exposed and pathetic, being evaluated. You have never felt so vulnerable.

“Did you bring it Mia?”

Your mind was quickly becoming trained to experience panic with each sentence Lauren spoke. What had Mia brought? It would undoubtably be torturous…

“You know I did, shall we use it now?” Mia questions as Lily and Ella giggle in unison. They seem highly amused by your bare limp dick and sticky predicament.

“Let’s do it”

Trained fear spikes inside your chest as Lauren kneels back onto the bed, two hands pushing you down and pinning you still. Her body lifts and turns as she mounts your face, planting it firmly back between her cheeks and blocking your entire view. Your tongue was instinctively put back to work.

The last thing you saw, was Mia reaching into her purse as she approached closer. You now felt Mia sat beside you on the bed. Behind her, Lily and Ella watched as they giggled and gossiped between themselves about you.

Distracted, dazed and weak your body confused and limp, unable to fight back even if you wanted to. Even if you weren’t trapped and coerced by the ‘evidence’ Lauren had collected.

“Do it now Mia”

Lauren’s commanding voice initiated an instant reaction from even Mia, she pounced into action.

Without warning, your dick was caught in Mias harsh grip. She was like an experienced professional, wrangling a harmless little snake. Her frightening touch embracing your dick stirred up apprehension and arousal. Pleasure flowing from any form of attention from such beautiful women was winning out over the terror and danger of your predicament.

Just as your dick started to harden again, a harsh slap to the balls came from Mia to squash your enjoyment. Then a new sensation, cold, was that steel? Slipping over and constricting your dick? It was, cold steel bars, and a tight confined stranglehold. Entirely limp it was a snug fit there was not an inch of space left for arousal.

A lock clicked shut.

The mesmerising asscheeks covering your face and blindfolding your eyes was lifted. Settling back on the bed beside you, each stunning brutal goddess gathered closer. Leaning in, to soak up satisfaction from your reaction.

You look down to your lap.

Your limp dick lay there trapped and held, locked in chastity.

A glimmer crosses your vision and you look up once again. A shining set of keys, a perfect fit for the lock securing your manhood, were dangling tantalisingly in front of your eyes. Mia looks at Lauren and cruelly states the glaringly obvious truth…

“He’s so fucked now.”

“He’s ours now girls, he’s our little pet.”

Mia was so gleeful, the other girls were clearly aroused and loving this just as much as Lauren.

“So girls, now we’ve got this little bitch so beautifully broken, I have some ideas on what to do with him. There’s soo much we can do, we can take everything.”

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One Sunday this past summer, my wife and I were sitting on the couch with the tv on. We weren’t really watching, as she was reading a magazine, and I was playing on my tablet. She put her magazine down and said that she was reading an article about which senses are the most important in causing arousal.

I told her that I thought it was probably different for every person. She then told me to rank the senses one through five on which gets me aroused the fastest.

After thinking about it for a few minutes, I said, “Ok, I have them in order.”

“Let me try to guess,” she said as she turned to face me on the couch.

I waited as she thought for a minute and then said, “Ok, I’m gonna say sight, touch, taste, hearing, and then smell.”

“Not bad,” I said, “except smell is at the top, followed by the rest in the order you said.”

“Wait,” she said, “you’re saying that smell gets you aroused faster than sight?”

“Without a doubt,” I replied, “and it’s not even close. The others are all pretty close, but smell is hands down number one.”

She got a strange look on her face and kinda shook her head, “I would not have guessed that. I am going to have to use that to my advantage.”

She was lost in thought after that, and we didn’t talk any more before going up for dinner.

Two days later, we decided that we were gonna meet at the gym in the afternoon when I got off work. I told her that I should be at the gym by 4:30 and we could work out and then go home and eat. Unfortunately, work was hectic that day, and I didn’t get to the gym until around 5:15. When I walked into the gym, I thought that my wife was the only person in the gym. She was on one of the elliptical machines and I could tell that she had been working really hard, her face was very red and she was sweating hard.

As I put my bag in one of the lockers, I looked through the racks of medicine balls and noticed two people on the aerobic floor. It was a lady and one of the gym workers, Justin. They were standing by the machine that measures body mass and there was nobody else in the gym. That was a little strange, even for a Tuesday evening.

I walked over to my wife and she pulled one of her ear buds out. “Hey babe,” she said, “rough day at work?”

“Something came up this afternoon that I had to deal with, but it wasn’t a bad day.” I replied. “I am gonna do a quick upper body workout, and then we can go eat.”

“No rush,” she replied, “I have another 10 minutes, and then my cool down. So, take your time, I can read my emails while I wait for you to finish.”

I put my ear buds in and started on the shoulder machines. After about 20 minutes on the machines, I decided to do a couple sets on the bench to finish. After putting my weight on the bar, I laid down on the bench. As I got ready to do my first set, my wife stepped up to the head of the bench.

“Need a spot?” she asked.

“I’m doing low weight, high reps,” I replied, “but if you want to stand there for inspiration, I’m all for it.”

I started my set and didn’t pay much attention to her as I knocked out my first 10 reps. As I pushed toward 15, I started to slow down my pace. When I got to 18, I started to struggle a bit. My wife noticed and stepped closer to where she was standing right over my forehead. She put her hands under the bar, but I did not need her help as I finished number 20.

I racked the bar and my wife rested her hands on it. I looked up at her and noticed her glance over to where Justin and the woman were still on the body mass machine. Then she surprised me by shifting her hips forward and sliding her undercarriage over my face.

“Let’s put your sense rankings to the test,” she said just over a whisper, “can you tell how hard I worked out?”

As the damp crotch of her yoga pants settled over my face, I inhaled deeply, and I could tell that she had indeed worked hard. Her aroma was strong, and I immediately felt a stirring in my shorts. I moaned softly as I breathed in her essence, and she rubbed her pussy back and forth across my face. She was wearing my favorite pair of yoga pants; they were really thin and super tight. She always wears a long t-shirt when she wears them, so nobody sees her cameltoe.

After about 10 seconds, definitely not long enough, she pulled back and stood up straight. “How was that for inspiration?” she asked.

“The best!” I replied. “I’m ready to go home now, well I might need a minute before I can stand up, so I don’t embarrass myself walking to my truck.”

She chuckled and told me to finish my workout, but asked me to switch to another bench, pointing to the bench behind her. I wasn’t sure why she wanted me to switch to that particular bench, but it didn’t really matter to me. We moved the weight to the other bar and added a little more for my next set.

After resting for a few minutes, I told her that I would only be able to do 10 or 12 reps with that weight but laid down on the bench. Again, she stepped up close kırklareli escort to my head and grinned as she looked down at me. She told me that if I get 12, she will give me a little reward. I knew what she had in mind and there was no way that I wasn’t going to do 12. I actually did 14 before racking the bar.

As soon as I set the bar down, I looked up at her smiling face. She quickly looked over her shoulder toward Justin and the lady and then turned around. She lifted her t-shirt over hips and then squatted down and settled her ass on my face. Now I knew why she wanted me to use that bench, she wanted to be able to see Justin.

She wiggled her ass a little and my nose wedged between the cheeks of her ass. I took a deep breath and my head spun. Her scent was overpowering, and I breathed it in desperately. I felt my dick respond and knew that I was ready to leave immediately. She stayed on my face longer this time, probably close to 30 seconds. I was in heaven.

She finally stood back up and let her t-shirt fall back over her bubble butt as she turned back to the bench. “How was that?” she asked, with an insecure look on her face, “Too much?”

“Not nearly long enough,” I replied. “Let’s go!”

She smiled as I reassured her and told me I still had one set to do, then we could leave. I rolled my eyes and told her that she was killing me but stood up and took the weight we added for that set off the bar.

“This last set is a killer,” I said, “I think I need the promise of another reward to get me through it.”

She answered, “If you get 10, I will give you your reward.”

As I rested for my last set, I wondered if she would come in forward or backward for my last reward. I laid down for my last set and she was standing over me. Her face had lost it’s redness but she was still glistening with sweat.

Being distracted thinking about getting to smell her again, the last set was grueling. But I was able to push out 11 and racked the bar. When I looked up to see her face, she was already turned around, her back to me with her t-shirt hanging just past her ass. As she looked over her shoulder and started to squat down, she pulled her shirt up again.

As her shirt passed the swell of her ass, I saw her bare ass appear. As she squatted and her ass approached my face, her cheeks spread, and I swear her asshole winked at me. It landed on my chin and it was slick with sweat and slid around a bit. She pushed down hard on my chin and then proceeded to drag that gamey hole across my lips and continued up to my nose all the way to my forehead.

“I’m marking my territory,” she whispered over her shoulder as her asshole started it’s journey back down my face.

This time, as she reached the tip of my nose, she paused and shimmied her hips a little, grinding her sweaty hole on my nose. My cock was rock hard now, as the overwhelming smell of her asshole assaulted my senses. She continued down my face until her slippery hole landed on my lips. Before she could pull it away again, I snaked my tongue out and circled it around her wrinkled hole.

She jumped up and turned around, pulling her yoga pants over her round ass and bent down and whispered in my ear, “That is not going to happen in the gym. I don’t need Justin to kick us out of the gym because you were tonguing my stinky little butthole for anybody to see.”

She told me she would meet me at the house and was already halfway to the door before I could even comprehend what just happened. I sprang up, hurried to the lockers to grab my bag, and rushed into the parking lot to my truck. I saw her pulling through the parking lot as I reached my truck, and she was gone before I put my truck in drive.

I made the 8-minute drive home without getting pulled over for speeding and jumped out of my truck in the driveway. As I entered the house, she called out from the bedroom, letting me know she was waiting. As I entered the bedroom, she was in the middle of the bed, on all fours, and she was naked.

I stripped off my workout clothes before joining her on the bed. I immediately grabbed the cheeks of her ass, spreading them wide, and plunged my face into her crack. I took a deep pull of her before going to work with my tongue.

As I pushed my tongue into her pussy, she growled, “Oh yeah, eat my pussy while you smell my ass some more! It turns me on so much knowing that you get aroused by my stink.”

After fucking her with my tongue while my nose was mashed against her shit hole, I lowered my head and started working on her clit. She moaned loudly and told me to put my tongue back in her pussy, as she moved her hand to take over on her clit.

“I want to cum with your tongue inside my pussy and your nose on my asshole!” she almost screamed. “This is going to be quick!”

She wasn’t wrong. In less than a minute, she moaned, “Here it comes baby, I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum!”

And then she afyon escort was cumming. And she did fill my mouth. Twice. I had to swallow the first mouthful, and then she filled it up a second time. I wrenched my face from her sweaty chasm and proceeded to fuck her from behind until she came again. By the time I had filled her with my cum, we were both sweating more than we had from our workouts.

“That was the best,” she said as she laid in my arms. “I don’t know what it is about that but knowing that you get so turned on by the way I smell makes me hot as fire. I can’t wait until I can turn you on by making you smell me again.”

The wait wasn’t long, and two mornings later I woke up to her getting out of the bed and walking to the bathroom. I looked at the clock and it read 5:15, so I was glad that I had almost two more hours to sleep. I was drifting back to dreamland when I felt her slide back under the covers and spoon me from behind.

The alarm woke me from a sexy dream and I reached over and turned it off. As I put my hand back under the covers, I reached back and put my hand on her leg. I was a bit confused, as her leg was bare, and she always wears pajama bottoms to bed. I rubbed her bare leg and told her that I would start the coffee but she grabbed my shoulder and asked me to hang on a second.

I turned toward her to ask what was up and she pushed down on my shoulder, laying me on my back. She was getting up onto her knees and was looking down at me as she smiled a sleepy smile and shuffled on her knees to the head of the bed.

“Just give me a couple of minutes,” she said, before swinging her left leg over my head and was now kneeling over my face. “I left my pj bottoms in the bathroom earlier,” she stated, “and now I want you to start your day by smelling me. I’m sure that I am pretty musky down there, tell me if it’s too much.”

And then she lowered until her ass cheeks were lightly touching my cheeks and I got a snootful of her sensual scent. She was right, she is always musky first thing in the morning, and I felt my dick start to fill with blood. With her asshole right above my nose and her morning pussy right over my upper lip, I was engulfed in her aroma.

As she pulled her t-shirt over her head, she pushed herself down onto my face. My nose pushed against her tacky asshole and I breathed deeply as I instinctively pushed my tongue into her ripe pussy.

“Not yet baby,” she cooed, “just smell my ass while I play with myself for a minute, then I will give you the breakfast of champions.”

I angled my face upwards so that I could get the full effect of her pungent backdoor, and in doing so my chin pushed between her lips and I could feel that she was already very wet. She was slowly rubbing her clit and started to make approving noises as she was already nearing her peak.

“If I push back, can you reach my clit with your tongue?” she asked as her asshole pushed hard against my nose.

I slipped my tongue through her lips until it bumped into her clit and I started to flick her nub with the tip of my tongue. I obviously couldn’t see her, but I’m pretty sure that she was pinching her nipples while I played with her clit.

“Here it comes,” she said on a moan, “your breakfast smoothie.”

She eased over the edge, and her pussy contracted and filled my mouth with her creamy nectar. I continued to rub her clit, now with a back-and-forth motion and she continued to fill my mouth.

As she finished her orgasm, she slid her hips forward and her little knot landed right on my tongue.

“Now I want you to fuck my tight little asshole with your tongue and I will get the big one I need,” she said, as she pushed down on my tongue with her tangy butthole.

I grabbed her hips so I could pull her down on my face and get my tongue deeper. She started rock her hips gently, essentially fucking my tongue with her asshole. Meanwhile, she started rubbing her clit faster than before and I could tell that she was not going to ease over the edge this time.

She was panting hard, and rubbing her clit like she was scratching a lottery ticket, while I French kissed her spicy asshole. I felt her hole tighten on my tongue and then she was cumming. She is a squirter, and she proceeded to spray my chin and neck with her ejaculation.

After three squirts, she pulled her asshole off my tongue and was getting off the bed before I could process what she had just done.

“What about me?” I asked, “I need to cum!”

“I don’t want you to be late for work,” she stated as she put her robe on and headed for the bedroom door. “I’ll get the coffee started and will take care of you when you get home from work.”

That day seemed to last longer than a normal day, as the vision of her ass on my face was all I could think about all day. And even though I washed my face in the shower, the smell of her ass must have been in my nose because I swear, I could smell amasya escort her all day long.

Finally, the workday was over and I was pulling down my street. As I neared our driveway, I saw my wife in the yard pulling weeds. She looked hot, both in temperature and because she had on her cut-off shorts and a sports bra.

As I pulled into the driveway, she walked to the driveway and I stopped and rolled down my window. She leaned in my window and kissed me softly and asked if I had any needs that I needed her help with. After reassuring her that I did have one overwhelming need, she told me that she would be inside in a few minutes.

I went in and opened a beer but only took one long swig before I heard her come in through the garage door. She was already pulling her sports bra over her head as she walked through the kitchen and headed to the living room.

“Are you coming?” she asked as she threw the sports bra over her shoulder at me.

I was already walking toward her when I caught the bra and noticed that it was damp from sweat. When I turned the corner to the living room, she was bent over taking her shorts and panties off. She was naked except for her socks and told me to take my clothes off and sit on the floor against the couch.

I quickly stripped and sat on the floor with my back against the couch. She approached me and told me that she had worked out after I left this morning and then worked in the yard for an hour before I got home.

“I haven’t showered all day and I know that I am super ripe,” she said, “but I also know that my kinky man loves when I stink.”

With that, she pushed back on my forehead so my head was on the couch and she mounted me like she was climbing onto a barstool.

“I know that I am suppose to take care of you,” she claimed, “but I want you as hard as you can be before I do it.”

She mashed her pussy against my face and I could smell the day on her. She ground her soupy snatch against my face, smearing me with her scent.

“Suck my clit and I will cum really fast, and then I will suck you until you fill my mouth with your seed,” she purred, and pushed her swollen clit against my lips.

I opened my lips and sucked her clit between them and flicked it with my tongue as I sucked. She groaned and I swear I felt her clit swell more in my mouth. I sucked and flicked for about 90 seconds before she came hard and pulled my face into her convulsing pussy.

Then, she stood up and turned around and straddled my hips. She backed up until her ass was in my face and bent over, looking at me from between her legs.

“Just smell my ass as I play with your cock,” she told me, “And then when I put it in my mouth, softly lick my ass until you explode down my throat.”

With that, she reached down and grabbed my raging hard-on with her soft hands, while backing her ass to my face. I reached up and grabbed her cheeks, spreading them before putting my nose against her sticky rosebud. The smell of her ass punched me in the face, and I felt me dick get harder.

She must have felt it too, because she giggled and said, “You weren’t lying about smelling me.”

After about 30 seconds of breathing in her pungent aroma, she bent over farther and swallowed my rod in one motion. Her nose was pushed into my balls and I started massaging her anus with my tongue. I didn’t penetrate her hole, instead just swirled my tongue it.

She tasted earthy and a little funky, and I fucking loved it. I licked her asshole and she sucked my cock for 2-3 minutes before I felt the unmistakable tingle in my balls. I wanted to make this last longer as I was enjoying feasting on her tangy butthole, but I was already past the point of no return.

As I felt the head of my cock swell prior exploding, she groaned with it deep in her throat and started gently squeezing my balls. That was the final straw and I blasted 5 shots down her throat. She was such a trouper and swallowed it all. Well, she tried to swallow it all, but some dribbled out of the corners of her mouth.

She continued to milk my cock as it finally stopped shooting and held it in her mouth as it started to soften slightly. She sucked one last time before standing up, with my tongue still on her butthole, enjoying a few final licks before turning around.

As she wiped the small amount of cum that had escaped her mouth, she smiled and asked, “Was the wait worth it?”

The next couple of days were pretty uneventful as we both worked and we don’t usually have sex on days that she works. On Saturday, she went to work and I worked around the house doing some projects that were on my honey-do list.

She had a full schedule of patients, so I knew that she would be home late. At 6:15, I received a text from my wife telling me that she needed my help when she got home. I told her I was done with my projects and had just gotten out of the shower so I was ready to help with whatever she needed. She told me that she just pulled into the neighborhood and would be home in 3 minutes.

I was in the kitchen, finishing my first beer when I heard the garage door. Shortly after, I heard her come into the house and put her stuff down on the clothes dryer in the laundry room before she walked into the kitchen.

“What’s up baby?” I asked, “Do you need me to get stuff out of your car?”

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This is a completely true story, with small liberties taken to protect my identity and location.

I’ve been teasing myself for about a week now, which is the longest I’ve ever gone without accidentally cumming. I can’t even ruin; I can’t bear to take my own hand away. But recently something just… clicked. I’m able to get myself really worked up, just at the base of the peak of my orgasm, and I stop there instead of trying to stop just before the crest.

So, anyways. Tonight, I decided to spend the evening having some fun. I spent a good, long time rereading some of my favorite erotica while gently caressing my nipples, which are highly sensitive and seem to be connected directly to my clit. When I’m intensely aroused, I can cum just from nipple stimulation.

After a little while, I was ready to be teased for real. I browsed through my links of web teases when one of them caught my eye, and my pussy pulsed in response. It was an omorashi tease, one that has you drink water and then masturbate, lather rinse repeat, until you either pee yourself, have a ruined orgasm, or “win” the tease.

That was when I had my great idea.

I challenged myself to win the tease… and then some. You see, I had a fantasy. I wanted to be “forced” to wear a diaper and then made to soil myself in public. I wanted to be humiliated, wondering if anyone could tell that I was soaked in my own urine. I wanted to be teased and denied until I was so crazy with need that I would do anything just to cum.

I decided that, once I’d beaten the tease, I would drink one more glass of water for good measure. Then I would go out for a walk wearing my remote controlled vibrating egg, a diaper, a pair of kastamonu escort leggings to catch any possible leakage, and a thin shirt through which if you looked closely enough, you could tell my nipples were clamped underneath. I would find a dark corner somewhere and edge myself just by rubbing my nipples, then I would empty my bladder before walking home. I wasn’t allowed to pee before I edged, and I wasn’t allowed to go home without fully emptying my bladder.

By the time I won the tease, my bladder was already stretched to beyond full. I took a few more sips of water, but I couldn’t bring myself to finish the full glass since my bladder was already screaming for release.

I’d been edging myself for hours, and I was pretty sure I could beat my own challenge pretty easily. Since I had never done anything like this before, I told myself that I only had to edge one time before I was allowed to pee. When I got home, I would take a shower to clean myself up, freshly shave my cunt and legs, and edge one more time before bed.

And then, I told myself, no cumming tonight.

I was so certain that this challenge would be easy… boy, was I wrong. I live in a neighborhood that is fairly densely populated. So every time I found what I thought was a dark corner or a place hidden by trees and shadows, I would pause and begin rubbing my nipples though my thin shirt. And every time, I got closer and closer to edging before quickly dropping my hands when I was suddenly illumined by car lights, or a bicycle went by, or I would hear laughter from a nearby balcony. Adding to my frustration was the fact that the vibrating egg had lost kayseri escort connection from the remote control. The entire time I was out, it vibrated on and off completely randomly. Not gonna lie, it was a happy accident – it drove me absolutely wild.

Eventually I gave up on fully edging and decided that, as punishment, I would humiliate myself as much as I dared: I would walk to a more public area and fill my diaper in public. So, while I wasn’t brave enough to go inside the 24-hour 7-11 down the road from my house, I did wander towards it. There was a couple sitting outside on the sidewalk, arguing.

This was it. It was time. Now or never.

I let go and filled my diaper. The pressure on my bladder eased. After a moment, I wondered if I was leaking through, but I told myself that the diaper was meant for adults and tried not to worry. I could feel the warmth spreading through my sex, my butt, my belly, my…thighs…

Wait. Thighs?!

Shit. Shit shit shit shit. I squeezed my muscles to stop the flow, realizing that I had gotten more than I’d bargained for. I finally allowed myself to look down, and saw a streak of liquid still falling from my crotch area even though I’d stopped peeing.

I was MORTIFIED. Holy shit. What if my neighbor saw me? I panicked, suddenly remembering that my neighbor smoked outside, and if he were out there at just the right moment, I would have to walk right past him.

I forced myself to take a deep breath, squeezing my legs together and catching the stream of urine with my leggings. I was horrified with myself. I forced myself to walk slowly away, so as not to draw any more kıbrıs escort attention to myself than was necessary. I took a chance and glanced at the couple casually as I slowly meandered away, my urine-soaked diaper squishing around m with every movement. Thankfully, there was a dark corner just a few paces away. I went as quickly as I dared, terrified that the diaper would start leaking again.

I’d already gotten much more than I’d bargained for, and my pussy was on fire. Humiliated as I was, I decided that I wanted to finish the challenge. I stood in that corner and peed more, just a little at a time, waiting for my leggings to soak it all up and willing my bladder to just be FINISHED already! Twice, I went completely still and heard my breath while complete strangers walked past me less than five feet away. After the second stranger, and after releasing most of my bladder, I lost my nerve and decided to allow myself to go home without completely finishing.

In order to get home, I had to walk over a narrow bridge. Unfortunately, the lights over the bridge are blinding, “for safety” of course. If anyone else decided to cross the bridge, they’d have to both turn sideways and slide past each other. I hurried through, praying that wouldn’t happen.

I got lucky though, and I was able to make it the rest of the way home without anyone seeing me (that I noticed). As soon as I got home, I headed straight for the shower, where I climbed in fully clothes and finished releasing the rest of my bladder. There was still quite a bit left, and I was relieved that I had come home to finish. Then I followed up on my promise to shave my cunt and legs.

As a punishment for failing both of my tasks, I have decided to try and sleep with both the vibrating egg and my smallest butt plug. I’ve edged my hungry clitty twice now, then slapped it 10-15 times with a rubber paddle. When I edge, I say aloud, “I’m a dirty slut and I don’t deserve to cum.” I’m going to edge one more time and then go to sleep… if I can… tomorrow is another day.

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The battery of her phone further dropped from five per cent to four per cent. She had been home alone all day. Got bored with the TV, got bored with Netflix and eventually turned on her phone, swiping down her Instagram timeline and then jumping from one profile to the other. It entertained her a bit but it still felt like something was missing. She just couldn’t figure it out.

She was so unmotivated she couldn’t even bother to roll off the bed and get her phone plugged for charging.

There’s one sure thing that fixes this for Sandra; her slave, whom she knew was presently busy with some research work at the biotech lab at the central district.

“Fool, I need you here for entertainment. Get your ass on the road!” Sandra texted Andrey on WhatsApp.

“On my way, Domina!” he texted back almost immediately.

He pulled out the tray of the heat storage device in the lab and dumped the cultures he was working with on it. He pushed it back in, adjusted the temperature and began to unbutton his lab coat as he walked towards the project supervisor to let him know he has an emergency to attend to.

As he got in the car and sat behind the steering, his butt hurt a little. The light pain came from the welts he got the last time he had a slow start at giving her a show when she demanded it, he got caned 500 strokes. That was a timely artvin escort reminder for him to quickly figure something out before he gets to her. He began to brainstorm.

In just about 35 minutes, he arrived.

At the door, Andrey zipper down and pulled his dick out. He made sure the entire length of it was out, including his balls. Then he rang the bell and waited for her to come get the door, like he was a stranger. He opened his music app and scrolled down to some Micheal Jackson songs.

As soon as Sandra got to the door, he started jumping, making his dick and balls flap up and down. Then he pressed play and began to do the breakdance, mimicking some of MJ’s most popular moves.

Sandra laughed and quickly threw the door wide open so he could come in before her neighbours would start wondering if he was running mad or something.

She walked straight to her room and jumped into the bed. She was feeling lively again. She rolled on her belly and rested her chin on her hands as she watched, expecting him to continue making a full of himself for her pleasure.

Andrey stripped naked and turned around so that his mistress could see every part of his body. The mere fact that he was naked in her presence got his dick hard and pointing upwards.

He walked towards the shoe rack aydın escort in the left corner and picked one of her fine shoes; a red high heels.

Holding each pair with each hand, he pressed the pair against each other, having his erect dick in the middle. He began to hump and moan.

Sandra got very excited.

After many minutes passed, he dropped the heels and attempted to do some other random performance.

“No, continue. I want to watch you cum!”

He resumed the shoe humping show for her. He dick was as hard as a rock but he was having a problem with getting to the climax.

“You must cum within the next two minutes, your time starts now!” Sandra ordered and began to time him.

He pressed the shoes harder against each other, thereby increasing the pressure and sensation on his dick. It worked.

His dick cap got super engorged and the whole length of the dick throbbed in between Sandra’s heels. He moned alongside the fast humping and got closer to orgasm each passing second.

“Fifty seconds more!”

He shut his eyes and focused on his throbbing dick and the sensations he was getting. He pressed the shoes harder on his dick. His thighs began to tremble and he finally blew his load at just five seconds more.

“Haha, nice! Go ahead and eat your stupid balıkesir escort cum!”

He is used to receiving this order from her. He just went down and licked his cum off the floor.

Brrrrrrrrrrr!!

A fart escaped Sandra’s bum hole.

“Oh, quickly, get over here, there’s another one!”

Andrey hurried off the floor and threw himself behind her. He pulled her dress up and shoved his face into her big fleshy ass, aiming his lips directly at her anus. He circled his lips around it and formed an air-tight seal.

“Yope! That feels so coooool!” Sandra exhaled. “Suck, Suck. Suck the fart out of my ass!”

He pulled his tongue backwards a bit and began to suck her anus.

“Oh lord, damn!” Sandra chuckled. “It’s coming, get ready…”

He maintained the sucking pressure and made sure his lips were tightly pressed around her anus. Suddenly, there was a loud band.

Prauuuuuuuuuuuu!!

Hot shitty fumes blasted straight to the back of his mouth. The fart was so thick that he could feel the bad taste on his tongue, and he equally had a feel of the bad smell through the back of his nose.

PP PP PP PRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!

A bigger and louder fart explosion puffed his cheeks out. He could now feel his throat burning from the dangerous gas.

Sandra felt a little rumble in her stomach. She groaned and allowed whatever it as inside her to go downwards and find it’s way into her slave’s mouth.

Propppppppopp!!

Soft pastry shit oozed out of her anus and flooded Andre’s tongue.

“Oh fuck, sorry. Shit happens!” she gasped as she felt her anus opening more to deliver content.

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Chapter 6 – Arriving For The Dental Appointment

The last time that I was at the dentist was about six months ago and they were in a different location. I remember there being a notice about them opening a new office. The name over the door is the same as I remember, only there is another name added to it. On one side of the sign, it says Dentist, on the other Orthodontist.

When I enter, there is a nice waiting room with very comfortable modern chairs and couches lining the walls. The reception desk is in the middle with hallways on each side of it leading to the treatment rooms. There are a few people sitting in the waiting room in a range of ages, just what you would expect to see in an office of this type.

I walk up to the desk and tap next to my name on the computer pad there, confirming that I have arrived for my appointment. The lady sitting behind the desk looks up at me and smiles, revealing a mouthful of metal brackets.

“Thank you for arriving on time. We have fallen behind a little today and I hope that we can rearrange the order that we will do things for you today. I see that you are scheduled for a check-up and cleaning. We have time to do the X-rays right now, but the hygenist and dentist are both a little behind right now. Would you mind if we did the X-rays first, then get you settled into a chair to wait?”

I haven’t been giving what she has been saying my full attention, so rather than ask her to repeat it, just say “Yes, that will be fine.” I have been distracted by watching her lips cover and uncover the metal on her teeth. I haven’t seen anyone with brackets that big in a long time and the wire seems to be quite thick. Each bracket has a hook on it, including the teeth in the front. She has bright pink powerchains on both the top and bottom jaws and I notice that they match her lipstick and when she places her hands on the desktop above the keyboard, her fingernails match too.

Her desk is unusual in design, seeming to kastamonu escort wrap around her with an opening behind her chair. Everything that she needs to do her job is within easy reach just by her turning to the side. It also is built up on a platform so that she is at a convenient height to talk to the people coming to her desk.

“Everyone else is busy right now and you are the last patient for a while, so I will take you back and get you started. If the phone rings or someone comes in, I will just leave you for a while to take care of them.”

It isn’t until she rolls herself back from the desk that I realize she is in a wheelchair. It isn’t one of those hospital-type chairs with the high back and handles so that it can be pushed. Hers has a low backrest that supports her lower back and no sides, allowing her easy access to the wheels. I can tell by looking at it, that it has been customized for her, having been painted in a variety of bold feminine colours. Even the small amount of fabric that I can see is soft feminine colours.

She spins her chair around behind the desk and rolls to the back of the raised area that gently slopes down to meet the floor. As I walk around the desk to meet her, I realize that the floor slopes up slightly to the same level as the area behind the desk, making the whole area completely handicapped accessible to both the staff and patients. That is the first time that I get a look at her from the waist down. When I was talking to her at the desk, I had noticed that her upper body was toned, well-muscled and fit, with small firm-looking breasts, all professionally covered by a tailored multi-coloured dental blouse.

As she meets me at the end of the desk, I see why she is in a wheelchair. Her right leg has a leg-brace on it that goes from her foot, up her leg and underneath her matching tailored skirt. I can tell that it extends all the way up her leg, the telltale bulges of the band fastening kayseri escort it to her leg showing through the material of her skirt at the top of her thigh. It isn’t one of the formed-plastic ones that are more commonly seen. Hers is sculpted from metal and leather. This one doesn’t look like it came off a shelf somewhere, hers is shaped to fit her leg elegantly and the leather has the look of hand tooling.

Her other leg is different, ending just above the knee. Her legs are covered in opaque pink nylon the same shade as the power-chains on her braces and the polish on her nails. The shoe attached to the bottom of her leg-brace isn’t a typical orthopedic shoe, hers is an open-toed four-inch high-heeled shoe with a two-inch platform sole.

I must have a stunned look on my face because, as she leads me down the hall, she has a big smile on her face. She takes me into the room with the X-ray and scanning machines lining the walls. All the machines have controls that can be adjusted to the height of the operator, making the whole room accessible to her from her wheelchair. She presses a button and the head of the X-ray drops down to her level so that she can put a new bite-wand on for me, then presses another one to return it to the operating height. When I put the wand between my teeth and bite into it, then grasp the handles, the machine whirs a couple of times, adjusting to my height. She rolls backwards through the door and there is a click as the machine begins to rotate around my head.

She rolls back into the room and has me move to a second machine. “This one is going to take a three-dimensional computer scan of your teeth and mouth. This will enable us to find anything that might be missed during the check-up. We use this one more with our orthodontic patients to make things like retainers and palate expanders.” Once again, she sets up the machine for me and I place my face into the machine for it to do its thing.

There is kıbrıs escort a screen on the wall that shows the scan of my mouth as it is being taken. She turns her upper body in her chair to face the screen and I have a good view of her face from the side. Her teeth look nice and straight and seem to line up nicely top to bottom. She is close enough to me that I can see just how much of her teeth are covered by the big brackets and the pink powerchain. She really does have a nice smile. When she catches me looking at her from the corner of her eye, she just smiles bigger.

My gaze is drawn lower to where her legs are. When she turned her upper body to look at the screen, her lower body shifted so that the tip of her stump is no longer resting completely against the front of the chair. I can see it making small movements, helping her to maintain her balance. I am probably spending more time looking at her than I am looking at the screen. Finally, the scan is completed and she is satisfied with the quality of the image. She releases me from the machine and says, “Let’s go and see if we can find you a treatment chair to relax in while you wait for the next part of your appointment.”

I follow her around to the dental side of the office and she looks into all the rooms, looking for an empty chair to put me in. The rooms are all in use, so she looks up at me and asks, “Would it be alright if I put you on the orthodontic side? The rooms are set up the same on that side of the office so that we can use them for either purpose. It might be more convenient than having you wait out front.”

I nod agreement and she takes me around to the other side and has me sit down in an empty chair, then reclines it to a comfortable position. Just then the phone begins to ring. “Excuse me for a moment while I answer that,” she says, before rolling out of the room.

I look around the room, taking note of the pictures on the walls. It doesn’t look like what I expected, having a more feminine touch to how it is decorated. Instead of pictures that show dental and orthodontic procedures and the typical do’s and don’ts, the pictures on the walls here are of real people with real smiles displaying their improving teeth in a variety of normal settings. Even the shades of the paint show a gentler, more soothing touch.

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Mommy was already naked when I entered the room. She smiled softly and held her arms out, inviting me to sit in her lap. I did as she instructed and sat on her lap.

“Good boy.” She purred, licking my earlobe. I couldn’t help but get hard when she said that. She looked down and saw my cock hardening and she moaned with delight.

“There’s my big boy’s big dick. Someone is happy to see his Mommy.” She giggled

I nodded “Of course Mommy, I’m always happy to see you.” My voice was soft and submissive.

“I know baby boy. You’re going to be a good boy for Mommy now, right?” She asked with a knowing smirk

“Of course Mommy, I’m always a good boy for you.” I agreed. I take pride in how good I am for Mommy, and she knows that all too well.

“Good boy…” she purs, giving me a sly smirk before pulling me into a deep kiss. Her heavy breasts are squished between our bodies; one of her arms holds me close while the other strokes my dick slow and steady. I kiss Mommy with all my energy, hungry for her taste and ready to please her.

She finally pulls away and gently pushes me off of her. I stand as she spreads her legs, opening her sweet flower to me. I look her in the eyes and she nods. I drop to my knees and lick her gently. Long soft strokes on her bud. She leans her head back and moans softly.

“Just like that….ooooh, someone is a good boy. He knows just what Mommy likes.” She purrs. My dick gets rock hard as she praises me and I start to pick up speed. I hold her thighs and start to squeeze them a bit while I lick and suck her pussy.

Finally her hand grabs my hair and pushes my face into her. The hair is tangled around my face but I don’t ardahan escort complain, I just keep eating away and Mommy’s clit till she cums on my face.

When she finally lets go I gently lick her pussy to make sure everything is cleaned.

“May I clean my face, Mommy?” I ask politely.

“No, it can stay.” She says with a smirk, then gestures with a finger for me to return to her lap. I do, and she stares into my eyes lovingly, but with a wicked grin.

“You’re a good boy. And you’d do anything for Mommy, right?” She purrs, inches from my soaked face.

“Yes Mommy, anything.” I whisper.

“Mommy’s ass is a little dirty, would you mind cleaning it for Mommy?” She innocently requests. I’m clearly confused by this, which makes her giggle.

” Mommy wants you to clean her dirty asshole with your tongue, will you do that for her?” She asks again, biting her lip as she anticipates my response.

I can disappoint her.

“…Of course Mommy, anything for you.” I sigh.

She giggled madly, gently pushing me off her lap so she can lay on the bed like we’re going to do doggy style. She knows that’s my favorite position, this is clearly meant to tease me. She looks over her shoulder invitingly, biting her lip. Then she wiggles her ass, know that drives me crazy.

I kneel behind her, spread her fat ass cheeks and lean in, the smell of her ass is intoxicating, and I longer for a second to take in the foul scent, much to Mommy’s delight. I then lean in and start tentatively licker her ass right around the little pink hole. Mommy moans softly.

“What a good boy, eating Mommy’s ass. Make sure you do a thorough adıyaman escort job back there, Mommy wants to know you really care.” She teases.

She knows just what to say to get me. I lick away at her ass, top to bottom is spit shined and licked clean, then I stare at the hole for a second before pushing my tongue in as far as it’ll let me, then I pull it away. This isn’t enough for Mommy.

“Oh come on now, you’ve gotta really get in there and clean it up.” She growls like a puma in heat, loving every moment of my humiliation.

I once again press my tongue against her asshole, wiggling it just a bit it get it further in, then I pull it away, spit on it, and go again. Mommy loves this and laughs madly.

“Good boy, ooh you’re such a good boy. You love Mommy’s big fat ass don’t you?” She purrs.

I nod, not daring to remove my tongue.

“Show mommy how much you love her ass.” She growls. I know what she wants, and I’ll give it to her.

I pull my face just inches from her asshole and whisper, just loud enough for her to hear

“Ooh Mommy, I love your big fat ass, I love the taste and the smell, I love to eat it and I love to fuck it. I love your ass so much.” I debase myself for her, then lean in and plant a soft kiss on her asshole.

“Kiss it like it’s your Mommy.” She demands.

I make out with her dirty asshole, my lips moving across it, my tongue darting in and out. I savor the taste of her dirty asshole, just like she wants. She giggles triumphantly

“Who’s a good boy for his Mommy?” She whispers.

“I am.” I whisper back.

“You may fuck me now.” She finally relents.

“From karabük escort behind?” I clarify, lifting my head.

“From behind. Don’t cum till I say so.” She instructs, resting her head on a pillow.

She’s awful, she knows I can’t last long in this position but she demands I hold out anyway.

I get up, kneeling behind her, and stick two fingers in her pussy, working it for a bit till it’s nice and slick, and her hips start rocking in a steady motion. If I’m going to make this work, I have to give myself a second to relax and make sure she’s already going.

Finally, when the time is right, I grip my dick, getting all the juices from my fingers on it, then slowly slide it into her from behind until my hips are resting on her ass. I love this angle; the way her pussy rubs the bottom of my dick, the way my hips bounce on her ass, the way I can do as I please once Mommy is drooling over the cock in her.

I pace myself at first, getting into a rhythm that Mommy likes while I pull her ass cheeks apart, showing her freshly cleaned asshole to me. She starts thrusting back into me, so I pick up the pace, which makes her moan.

I’ve got her now.

I slap her ass hard. She hisses in pain and pleasure, and goes to protest, so I start fucking her hard.

“You like that, huh you little Mommy slut!” I hiss back, thrusting wildly into her, causing her to moan loudly.

“Tell me I can cum in you, tell me how bad you want my cum!” I tell, landing another hard slap on her ass.

She moans loudly again.

“Ooooh baby, cum in me! I want all your cum deep inside me! Fuck me hard and give me your cum!” She screams as I grab her hips hard and pound her rapidly from behind. I hold out as long as I can before blowing my load deep inside her, cursing her the whole time. Then I lean over her, exhausted and kiss her back, then straighten up and catch my breath. “We’re so good at this” she finally says, blissfully content.

“We certainly are, Mommy.” I chuckle.

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The battery of her phone further dropped from five per cent to four per cent. She had been home alone all day. Got bored with the TV, got bored with Netflix and eventually turned on her phone, swiping down her Instagram timeline and then jumping from one profile to the other. It entertained her a bit but it still felt like something was missing. She just couldn’t figure it out.

She was so unmotivated she couldn’t even bother to roll off the bed and get her phone plugged for charging.

There’s one sure thing that fixes this for Sandra; her slave, whom she knew was presently busy with some research work at the biotech lab at the central district.

“Fool, I need you here for entertainment. Get your ass on the road!” Sandra texted Andrey on WhatsApp.

“On my way, Domina!” he texted back almost immediately.

He pulled out the tray of the heat storage device in the lab and dumped the cultures he was working with on it. He pushed it back in, adjusted the temperature and began to unbutton his lab coat as he walked towards the project supervisor to let him know he has an emergency to attend to.

As he got in the car and sat behind the steering, his butt hurt a little. The light pain came from the welts he got the last time he had a slow start at giving her a show when she demanded it, he got caned 500 strokes. That was a timely artvin escort reminder for him to quickly figure something out before he gets to her. He began to brainstorm.

In just about 35 minutes, he arrived.

At the door, Andrey zipper down and pulled his dick out. He made sure the entire length of it was out, including his balls. Then he rang the bell and waited for her to come get the door, like he was a stranger. He opened his music app and scrolled down to some Micheal Jackson songs.

As soon as Sandra got to the door, he started jumping, making his dick and balls flap up and down. Then he pressed play and began to do the breakdance, mimicking some of MJ’s most popular moves.

Sandra laughed and quickly threw the door wide open so he could come in before her neighbours would start wondering if he was running mad or something.

She walked straight to her room and jumped into the bed. She was feeling lively again. She rolled on her belly and rested her chin on her hands as she watched, expecting him to continue making a full of himself for her pleasure.

Andrey stripped naked and turned around so that his mistress could see every part of his body. The mere fact that he was naked in her presence got his dick hard and pointing upwards.

He walked towards the shoe rack aydın escort in the left corner and picked one of her fine shoes; a red high heels.

Holding each pair with each hand, he pressed the pair against each other, having his erect dick in the middle. He began to hump and moan.

Sandra got very excited.

After many minutes passed, he dropped the heels and attempted to do some other random performance.

“No, continue. I want to watch you cum!”

He resumed the shoe humping show for her. He dick was as hard as a rock but he was having a problem with getting to the climax.

“You must cum within the next two minutes, your time starts now!” Sandra ordered and began to time him.

He pressed the shoes harder against each other, thereby increasing the pressure and sensation on his dick. It worked.

His dick cap got super engorged and the whole length of the dick throbbed in between Sandra’s heels. He moned alongside the fast humping and got closer to orgasm each passing second.

“Fifty seconds more!”

He shut his eyes and focused on his throbbing dick and the sensations he was getting. He pressed the shoes harder on his dick. His thighs began to tremble and he finally blew his load at just five seconds more.

“Haha, nice! Go ahead and eat your stupid balıkesir escort cum!”

He is used to receiving this order from her. He just went down and licked his cum off the floor.

Brrrrrrrrrrr!!

A fart escaped Sandra’s bum hole.

“Oh, quickly, get over here, there’s another one!”

Andrey hurried off the floor and threw himself behind her. He pulled her dress up and shoved his face into her big fleshy ass, aiming his lips directly at her anus. He circled his lips around it and formed an air-tight seal.

“Yope! That feels so coooool!” Sandra exhaled. “Suck, Suck. Suck the fart out of my ass!”

He pulled his tongue backwards a bit and began to suck her anus.

“Oh lord, damn!” Sandra chuckled. “It’s coming, get ready…”

He maintained the sucking pressure and made sure his lips were tightly pressed around her anus. Suddenly, there was a loud band.

Prauuuuuuuuuuuu!!

Hot shitty fumes blasted straight to the back of his mouth. The fart was so thick that he could feel the bad taste on his tongue, and he equally had a feel of the bad smell through the back of his nose.

PP PP PP PRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!

A bigger and louder fart explosion puffed his cheeks out. He could now feel his throat burning from the dangerous gas.

Sandra felt a little rumble in her stomach. She groaned and allowed whatever it as inside her to go downwards and find it’s way into her slave’s mouth.

Propppppppopp!!

Soft pastry shit oozed out of her anus and flooded Andre’s tongue.

“Oh fuck, sorry. Shit happens!” she gasped as she felt her anus opening more to deliver content.

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ONE

The blast of warm air hit me as I stepped into the large hangar. I didn’t expect so many people at the rave. I walked over to the bar where I agreed to meet Chris and John. There were so many amazing girls, it was unbelievable.

I had moved to the Czech Republic because work had forced me here. At first I wasn’t too happy about it, but the moment I stepped foot off the plane, I fell in love with the place.

“Jules! AWRIGHT GEEZA!!” I turned to see Chris and John walk up to me.

“All right mates! How do?” I replied.

Chris, holding a can of Red Bull, turned to the crowd. “Eh, Jules, not bad this, eh? Fuckin’ gorgeous women, man!”

“Aye!” I said.

I bought myself a Semtex, the Czech version of Red Bull, just as nice, but a lot cheaper.

“Who’s on?” I said, meaning the DJ.

“Some Czech guy. He’s quite good. Doesn’t jazz up his mixes very much though. Bolland’s up in a few ticks.”

“Cool.”

We danced all the way though CJ Bolland’s mixes and were getting into Timo Maas when we saw them. Three perfect girls dancing together. They must have each been about 175 cm tall. Really thin, yet massive tits, and tiny arses. They were all wearing latex hot-pants and latex bikini tops, yet in different colours.

“Fuck me!! I’m on for some of that!” Said Chris. “What d’you think lads? Shall we give it a go?”

“Definitely.” Replied John.

We walked over, all the time one of them was watching us, then leaned over to whisper something in the other two’s ears. They turned to face us (a good sign).

“Hi!” I shouted over the music. “I’m Jules. This is Chris and John.”

“Awright.” The lads said in unison.

“Ciau, I’m Katka.” Said the one in the black clothes.

“I’m Sandra.” The one in the red.

“Klara.” The one in the blue.

We got talking with them, and found out they were from Prague.

***

Chris, John and I shared a large flat just across the river from the National Theatre. We had got on pretty well with the girls, and by six in the morning, we weren’t dancing anymore, but making out. Katka was all mine! We drove the girls back to our place where we began making out in the living room.

We decided to split up into our own bedrooms, but the girls weren’t having any of it.

Katka said, “We don’t want to split up. Would you mind if we all stayed in one room?”

We looked at each other, this could only mean one thing…bi’s!! Woohoo!

“Nah, we don’t have a problem with that, do we lads?” Said John. We shook our heads in the negative.

“That’s just great,” said Sandra. “Because, we would like to give you a little show.”

The now naked girls began kissing each other, then they got into a triangle and started licking each other’s pussy. They went at it for quite a while before they orgasmed and came.

Next they came down on us and sucked our dicks. Katka was amazing! I felt her tongue ripple against my cock. Eventually I screamed to say I was about to come. She took all of it into her mouth. Then she turned to the other girls and kissed them. I didn’t realise they had the cum of the other guys in their mouths when they kissed. Then Katka turned and kissed me full on the mouth. At the same time she pumped all the cum she had in her mouth into mine. Unconsciously I swallowed all of it, before realising what it was. The other guys did the same. We looked each other in surprise, but tried to shrug it off as being a fetish of the girls…so little did we know.

TWO

Over the next few weeks, we spent a lot of time with the girls. Sometimes together, but most of the time alone. I eventually felt and told Katka that I loved her.

Around Christmastime, we were arrange what to do. Chris suggested taking the girls to England, but the girls had a better idea.

“I have a lodge up in the Krkonose mountains. We can do some skiing and have some fun.” Katka lowered her voice to a sexy whisper. “And, we’ll be all alone for the next three kırklareli escort weeks.”

Sounded good to me! And I said so. So did the others.

***

The sun was shining when we reached the lodge. It was more wood cabin than brick. We put down the bags, and decided to start a fire and get the place warm before we do anything.

By evening there was a roaring fire in the fire place, and John was cooking a chicken.

Katka was lying in my arms, in front of the fire. “Jules, I’ve always been honest with you, so I want to be honest now. I sort of have a fetish, you know, in bed.”

“Yeah? Okay, go on.” I said.

“I’d like you to wear my underwear to bed.” I looked at her in surprise. “Just once, to try, and if you don’t like it then we won’t do it again, okay?”

I looked her square in the eyes. “Kati, you know I’d do anything for you, anything at all. Sure, we can try it, but just don’t tell the others, okay?”

“Sure, of course not.”

Meanwhile, the others were have the same conversation…exactly. And it ended the same way. Of course, us guys didn’t know that.

That night, Katka and I went to have a bath. She got some cream and rubbed it on her legs. Then she started to apply it to my chest.

“Hey, what’re doing?” I asked.

“Oh don’t worry. It’s hair remover.”

“WHAT???? Why?”

“You said you’d wear the underwear for me…I thought you’d go the whole way.” She started to get upset.

“I’m sorry. You shocked me, that’s all. It’s only hair, it’ll grow back.”

“‘Course it will.” She quipped, suddenly cheery.

She showered me off, and I noticed my body-hair had fallen off.

Back in the bedroom, she locked all the doors and pulled out some underwear she said she had selected for me. It was a satin white loose teddy, with lots of lace and suspender holders. White stockings with lace tops; and a white satin and lace short dressing gown. I put it all on. Then she put a wig on me, long straight blonde; and lots of make-up.

“It’s going to be a long night.” She said.

I couldn’t believe how turned on I was getting.

She told me to lie on the bed while she got ready. And ready did she get! I watched her as she put on a black shiny rubber basque and stockings. Then she pulled out some leather handcuffs and cuffed me to the bed posts. I was almost ready to cum right now! She returned to her cupboard, where she pulled out…MY GOD!! It was a strap-on penis!!

“Wait, Kati, this no, please.” I pleaded.

She sat on my chest, the penis millimetres from my mouth.

“Don’t worry Julie, everything’s going to be fine from now on, I promise.”

What was she talking about? Julie?

She pressed the penis against my lips.

“Take it in your mouth and suck it. And you might want to wet it as much as possible, because it won’t be lubricated by any other method.”

I took the 8″ black fake penis into my mouth and wetted it as much as possible. He she pulled it out, unclipped the base of my teddy, and lifted my legs over her shoulders.

“Please don’t.” I begged.

She didn’t answer. She just slowly pushed the penis into my arse. I was in such pain at first, but that pain soon went away, and found myself enjoying myself. She pumped the penis in and out. I came into the teddy.

When she came as well she said, “I’m going to undo your cuffs, I don’t want you to do anything stupid now, okay?”

“Okay.” I said, really scared of this girl now. My arse was sore, but secretly I felt great. She had done up the clips on the teddy, and I really felt great in it. But I didn’t want to keep it on, it was just good in private.

She held me like a baby. “That was nice, wasn’t it?”

I whimpered a yes.

She took all my clothes from my cupboard. Before I realised what she was going to do, she unlocked the door, walked out, and locked it behind her. Moments later she was back. She had burned all my afyon escort clothes.

“Come into the living room.” She ordered.

I felt so weak as I walked out of the room. I noticed though, that I was not alone. Chris (now Christine, or Chrissie for short) was dressed in an exact copy of my lingerie, but in red; and John (now Joanna) was dressed in a black copy.

Katka spoke. “Now girls, don’t get scared. We all have a big fetish, forced feminisation, and we want you for it. We want to do this for the next three weeks, after that, we’ll return to normal and just be normal boyfriend and girlfriend, okay? Think of it as your Christmas present to us.”

That didn’t sound so bad, like I said before, I’d do anything for them. I noticed the others felt the same way.

“Okay,” we agreed. “So long as no-one else sees us this way.”

“No.” Said Sandra. “We may go out to a restaurant, skiing, or to a club. In which case you’ll be dressed as a woman. But don’t worry, first, nobody knows you here, and second, have you seen yourselves in the mirror? Apartment from the breasts or lack of them and the bulge from your dicks, you look like women. Take a look.”

So we did, and yes she was right, but still we were nervous about the whole situation. But what could we do?

THREE

We went back to our rooms. I didn’t get any sleep. First Katka pierced my ears; then she painted my toe nails red, and put false red fingernails on me. Then I spent the rest of the night being fucked up the arse.

The next morning saw us being served breakfast by the girls. Katka had left me a black bra, panty, suspender set to put on. Then I put on the short black leather skirt, and the black leather short top, leaving my belly showing. Katka fixed my make-up. I must admit, I did look sexy. Chrissie and Joanna (I had to get used to calling them that, otherwise I’d get slapped) had the same outfits as me, be in red and blue, respectively. They also looked pretty sexy.

“You all have such flat stomachs. I think we should pierce your belly buttons. After breakfast though.” Said Klara.

We ate breakfast in silence. It was nice, bit of a paracetamol taste to it though. Then after dinner, we were taken into Katka and I’s bedroom.

Katka rubbed something on our belly button, then slid a needle through. It hurt like mad, but after awhile it just throbbed. There we were, with new pierced belly buttons to go with our ears. It was not the end though.

“Katka, lets do their noses as well.” Said Sandra.

“Yeah, why not?” Replied Katka.

She pierced our left nostrils, and put a stud in.

“Beautiful!” She clapped.

I looked at the gold in the different parts of my body, but never thought of what might come next.

Sandra walked up to Katka and whispered in her ear.

“Yes, well they don’t need them for that anymore do they?” Remarked Katka. “Lie down again girls.”

So we did. Then she pulled down our panties. Our penises were hard.

“Well, we have to stop that. Close your eyes and you’ll get a big surprise!” A blow job…I thought. Next I felt a pin-prick into my penis and it went down instantly. I noticed the girls did the same to Chrissie and Joanna.

“What was that?” I asked.

“It was just a little something to help keep him in line for the next couple of weeks.” Said Sandra, with a smug smile on her face.

“WHAT??? You mean…no sex?” Chrissie screamed.

“We’ll have sex darling,” said Sandra. “Just like last night.” Chrissie knew what that meant, and so did the others.

Next they pierced our foreskins, and pierced them back so that we would have to sit down to piss. I understood what they were doing. They pulled our panties back up.

“Now no one has an excuse for leaving the toilet seat up.” Laughed Klara.

Katka and the girls put the strap-on penises on again and told us to get up on all fours. We did and the girls pulled down our panties, and fucked amasya escort us; we didn’t get hard.

The girls told us to kiss each other, so we did. I orgasmed, and came, but I just couldn’t get hard.

During the day, the girls taught us how to look after our make-up. We finally got the hang of it a few hours later.

Our biggest problem was our breasts. Katka soon put that right though…

***

That night, after Katka fucked me, and after I fell asleep; I awoke to the feeling of an injection, but before I could respond, I fell back asleep again.

When I awoke again, it was morning. Below, I notice something had changed, I had breasts!

“Don’t touch them! You’ll notice they haven’t healed and won’t do for at least a week.” Said Katka.

“But you said that it would be nothing permanent!”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, it isn’t. They are fake breasts. We can take them out in a month or two.” She saw me start to question her, but stopped me. “Or whenever!”

A week went by. I spent my time lying in bed. I didn’t even get to see the other guy/girls, only Katka. At the end of the first week the wounds had all but healed. They did seem to be getting bigger though, maybe that was normal. In fact, my hips seemed to be changing too. I was beginning to question in my mind about what was in the food.

I hadn’t had sex for in any shape or form for the week. That night though, was different.

I was dressed in a sex red basque with red suspenders. Katka was wearing her usual black SM gear and I large strap-on penis, this one was a big one though, at least 11″ and 4″ around.

“God I missed you.” She said as she pumped my mouth. “Suck my dick, bitch! Yeah, my little whore, suck it good. Now I’m going to fuck you little ass.” I felt her pressing into my arse. “Good girl. Oooh, good, you’re taking it all. Brilliant. I’m going to fuck you so hard, fuck you, fuck you.” She repeated this over and over. “While I’m fucking you, I’m going to let you into a little secret. We are not going to change you back! It was all a trick from the beginning. We are going to train you to be she-male prostitutes and sell you to the Russian Mafia. Would you like that? HA-HA-HA!” She fucked me harder and harder. It was so good yet so painful. Yet when she told me this news, I started struggle, to try and get away, but I couldn’t get away. She was stronger.

“Don’t think you can get away from me. I’ve pumped you full of oestrogen and other hormones so you’ll be weak. There’s no escape now!” She shouted as she orgasmed.

I realised there was no escape. Over the next couple of days, they decided to take off the penis ring they had connected to my body. But I realised why. My penis was beginning to work again, and they wanted it that way, for now. Chrissie was called into my room. He was upset.

“Now Chrissie, get in front of Julie. Good, now Julie, suck Chrissie’s penis. Good girl, see how easy it is?” Said Katka.

I sucked on it, Chrissie was enjoying it because it got rock hard. I sucked for all my life, and eventually he came. I swallowed all of it.

“Good girls. Now Julie, get behind Chrissie, and fuck her.”

I did, I was rock hard, and believe it or not, I wanted it. I wanted to get my cum out like mad!

FOUR

Another week passed, and now all three of us, Chrissie, Joanna and I live in the one bedroom. There are cameras set up, and we are told to fuck non-stop. We realised that this is because they wanted the tapes as porn films.

The girls never fucked us anymore. They gave us an open diet of oestrogen which we took six times a day. Our hair has grown long enough so we don’t need wigs.

On our final day, there was a knock on the door. As promised, five Russian men walked in, paid the girls a large sum of money and took us away.

On the first night we were with the Russians, we were raped in both our holes and our penises were injected and pinned back again. Our arses were so sore and used that we bled.

The next day, we were in a town in Slovakia, on sale, on the streets, as prostitutes. We tried to go to the police, but we soon discovered the whole town was run by the mafia. We were trapped, into the life of slavery and sex.

We have a tale of our life as prostitutes…but that’s another story.

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