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The wet room was finally done! We were so excited to try it out. When construction started months ago, it seemed like a dream. We had posted an ad on the fetish bulletin board and had several inquiries. We looked at the reference pictures the contractors sent and decided to go with Quality Build. Their stuff looked great, and he was willing to work with the unique requirements we had.

Our basement was never developed, and it would be a great place to build a wet room. I showed Darren from Quality Build around the basement. We wanted to get the whole basement done but really wanted to focus on the wet room.

After walking around the space, Darren asked, “So you basically want a large gym-type shower room?”

Once he said that, I realized he had visualized precisely what I wanted, “Exactly. Only we will be putting waterproof furniture and such in here.”

He nodded, “I would love to build this for you and hopefully get an invite once it is complete.”

Nodding my head, I said, “You will be our first guest.”

I won’t go into too much detail about the challenges we faced during construction. We had to upgrade the plumbing in the house because we wouldn’t have had the water pressure we wanted. In the end, we had an array of waterfall shower heads all over the ceiling, a hose in one corner that could reach anywhere in the room, and a bunch of knobs and switches to control it all.

We opted to install a sliding door typically used to step out to a patio. We didn’t care that you could see through the door into the room. If you were in our basement, you knew what you were going to see.

Stepping over the threshold of the sliding door, my wife followed me into the wet room. We stopped and looked around. The room was larger than we thought we could get. Darren had done a fantastic job utilizing all the space he could. The sliding door was in the middle of the wall. On the left side is the king-size waterproof bed. On the opposite wall, we placed the waterproof couch. It looked like a regular fabric couch, but the salesperson assured us it was 100% waterproof. An outdoor fridge and a weatherproof TV were on the wall opposite the door. Beside the TV was a sealed cabinet that had fresh towels and robes.

I watched as Emma walked to the couch. She sat down on the waterproof couch. Emma leaned back and spread her legs. I watched as her piss arced out in front of her. It was strange watching her rather than having my mouth over her pussy. My cock was hard in an instant. The pressure in my bladder begged to be released. The sound of her piss hitting the floor intensified my need to piss. I stepped close to her and let go of my own torrent.

I watched as my piss covered her tits. She opened her mouth, so I aimed higher and heard the sound of her mouth filling with my piss. She closed her mouth to swallow my nectar as my piss bounced off her face. I aimed higher and soaked her hair. When we were both done pissing, I started the shower in the middle of the room. We got cleaned up together. We then grabbed the hose and cleaned our piss off the new couch and floor.

It was great to see how the moisture just beaded off the couch. We grabbed towels and went upstairs to get dressed.

As we dressed, I looked at my wife and asked, “Are you ready for Darren to come over and christen the room?”

She smiled and said, “I can’t wait to have both of your piss in my mouth at the same time.”

I nodded, knowing she would be turned on all day, thinking about the golden showers she would receive later.

She asked, “If he is capable, are you okay if I get him to piss in my pussy?”

“Absolutely, I want you to have fun,” I assured her.

“Excellent. I want you to piss in my mouth while Darren floods my pussy with his piss.” Emma said seductively.

“And after that?” I asked.

She smiled and said, “I want a double facial. Then you guys can piss the cum off my face.”

She looked down and saw the bulge in my pants. She reached out, ran her finger down the length of me, and said, “I can see that all this talk has got you horned up. Save it for the wet room.”

As the afternoon progressed, we started water loading. Every time we had to pee, we went down to our wet room and pissed into the drain. I would go first and aim for the drain, and then Emma would pull her pants down and crouch. I got hard every time I watched her piss into that drain.

When Darren showed up, we were both water-loaded and ready to play. I answered the door. The three of us went down to the wet room. Emma pulled off her sundress as soon as she walked into the room. She put it in the cabinet. Darren and I quickly removed our clothing and stowed them as well.

Emma looked at Darren and said, “I hope you can piss with a hard-on cause I want you to flood my pussy.”

Darren nodded, grabbed his hard cock and said, “I would be happy to do that for you.”

I watched Emma climb onto the waterproof bed. We had put linens on it that we didn’t mind getting soaked. She spread her legs, and Darren climbed onto the bed üsküdar escort between her legs. He slowly slid his cock into my wife’s pussy. I felt a thick bead of pre-cum coat the top of my dick as I stroked my cock, watching them.

Darren slid in and out of her pussy a few times when he stopped about halfway in. I could see his piss start to escape my wife’s pussy. My wife looked at me with a look of utter contentment. She motioned for me to come closer. I walked to the edge of the bed and started pissing. She opened her mouth. My wife was being filled up from both ends, and she looked like she was about to cum. I love how turned on my wife gets with piss play.

Emma motioned for me to get closer, so I stopped pissing and got on the bed beside her. Darren was fucking her piss-soaked pussy. I could see the pool of piss around my wife’s ass and his knees. I got closer, and my wife started sucking my cock. She looked up at me, holding my dick in her mouth, and I unleashed.

I saw her cheeks fill up as my piss flooded her mouth. She let a bit escape before swallowing the rest. If you’ve never had a woman wrap her lips around your cock and fill her mouth with piss, you’re missing out. It is such a sensual experience. I nearly came while I was pissing.

Darren leaned back as Emma started to piss. Her piss squirted out of her in jerking motions timed with Darren’s thrusts. When Darren saw her pissing, he pulled out of her and moved down to catch her piss. I pulled out of Emma’s mouth and watched her piss into Darren’s mouth. I nearly pushed him out of the way to taste her beautiful nectar, but I wanted him to experience her warmth.

When Emma was done pissing, Darren moved back up and drove his cock deep into my wife. Emma squeaked as her orgasm started to build. She grabbed my dick again and started sucking my cock as Darren pounded her. She released my dick and screamed out as her first orgasm ran through her. She managed to piss a bit more as she was cumming. Darren continued to fuck her until her orgasm subsided.

Once Emma was done cumming Darren pulled out of my wife. Emma got up and walked over to the couch. She had me sit down. She swung her leg over, facing away from me and lowered her wet pussy onto my cock. She motioned for Darren to come closer. She grabbed his dick and started sucking. It wasn’t long before Darren pulled his cock from her mouth and started pissing on her tits. She grabbed his dick and aimed his cock at her mouth. He stepped closer so she could wrap her lips around his pissing cock.

As Darren was pissing into Emma’s mouth, I started pissing into her pussy while she bounced on my dick. I felt my piss escape from her pussy, coating my balls and running down my ass. I loved how this felt and nearly came again. When Darren and I were done pissing, Emma got off me and walked to the fridge. She returned with three bottles of water and said, “Drink up, boys. I’m not done with you yet.”

The three of us sat down on the piss-soaked couch. Emma was in the middle; I was on her right, and Darren was on her left. We drank our water while reminiscing about the build.

“I could see the confusion on the inspector’s face when he came down here for his initial inspection,” Darren said with a chuckle.

“What did you say to him?” Emma asked.

“I didn’t say anything. I let him form his own conclusions.” Darren responded.

“Oh?” Emma asked by way of getting Darren to expand.

“He walked around and saw all the shower fixtures in the wall and the drain in the floor. He said, ‘Building a large shower room, eh?’ I nodded to him and said, ‘Yes.’ He signed the paperwork and said, ‘Well, it all looks good.’ He then handed me the paperwork, looking like he had more questions, but left without asking.” Darren said.

“Well, I love how it turned out, and I think we will enjoy it for years. Well worth the investment.” I said.

We had all finished our water, and Emma reached between Darren’s and my legs and started playing with our cocks. It didn’t take long before we were both hard again. She got us to stand up and took turns sucking our dicks. I saw a long bead of pre-cum trail from Emma’s lips to my dick. Emma licked her lips approvingly. I could feel my bladder filling up again.

I looked at Darren and said, “Emma mentioned that she wants us to cum on her face and then rinse her face with our piss. I am getting close to needing to piss again.”

Darren nodded and said, “I can feel my bladder filling up as well. I’ve been on the edge of cumming for a while now.”

Emma looked up at us and said, “Okay, cum on my face!”

Darren and I started stroking harder. Darren wasn’t lying about being ready to cum. He shot blast after blast of cum all over my wife’s face. As Darren began to slow down, my orgasm hit. My first cum shot blasted right off my wife’s forehead. She chuckled and turned her face to me. She opened her mouth, and I shot a couple of ropes into her mouth. When I was done cumming Darren looked at me gaziemir escort and said, “Let me know when I should start pissing, I gotta go something fierce.”

I nodded and said, “Give me a second. I am almost ready as well.”

I nodded again, and Darren and I started pissing on my wife. I watched Darren’s and my combined cum trail down her body in a torrent of piss. When we were done, it was hard to tell what was cum and what was piss on my wife’s body, but it was sexy as hell.

My wife leaned back on the couch and sent a long arc of piss across the room for the second time that day. Darren and I took turns standing in front of her, letting her piss on our dicks. When she was finished, I pulled her off the couch. I walked over to the hose and started spraying down the couch. Once the couch was clean, we all found a shower head and got cleaned up.

We all dried off and grabbed our clothes. We exited the wet room and dried our feet on the mat outside the room. As we dressed, Darren said, “Well, that was fucking amazing. I am so glad that I responded to your ad.”

“We are, too. Thank you for coming over to christen the room,” I responded.

When Darren left, Emma turned to me and said, “It’s time to invite our friends over.”

“It has been a while since we’ve seen Tom, Sandy and Vicky. Vicky also mentioned that she might bring a friend next time.” I said.

“What are you waiting for?” Emma asked.

I laughed and sent out a group text.

Joe: Our wet room is ready. Would you guys like to come over and try it out?

Vicky: I would love to, can I bring my girlfriend Linda?

Joe: Of course!

Sandy: We are in as well, Tom can’t talk right now, his tongue is busy 😉

Vicky: Pics or it didn’t happen

We all waited a bit, and then the picture came in.

We could see Tom’s eyes and nose just above Sandy’s pussy. You could see the joy in Tom’s eyes when Sandy took the picture.

Vicky: Okay, I believe you. I miss that tongue.

Joe: That’s hot

We confirmed that we would see them all on Saturday. I sent them my address and counted down the days until they would show up. I wondered what Linda was like. Linda was a name you heard very little of nowadays. I pictured an older woman, but I was probably wrong.

Saturday afternoon, Emma and I were consuming as much water as possible. We wanted to have our bladders full but not be desperate. It is nice when you can play a little bit before having to relieve yourself.

I almost peed a little when the doorbell rang. I rushed and opened the door. Tom was standing with three women. Everyone had huge grins on their faces. As Vicky walked through the door, a beautiful redhead followed her. Once everyone was inside, Vicky said, “Joe and Emma, I want you to meet my girlfriend, Linda.”

Emma spoke first, “Nice to meet you, Linda. We are so glad you could make it this time.”

“Thank you. When I heard what I missed last time, I made sure my schedule was clear,” Linda responded.

“I am so happy you all could make it,” I said. Then added, “Shall we head downstairs?”

Everyone nodded and followed me downstairs. When we got to the basement, the sliding door to the wet room was open. Tom walked right by me and stepped into the room. I heard a whistle followed by, “Joe and Emma, you’ve really outdone yourselves with this room. It looks like you’ve thought of everything.”

Emma said, “We tried, and so far, we haven’t encountered anything we would do differently.”

“We have a sealed storage cabinet inside the room if you want to stow your clothes in there, or you are always welcome to wear your clothing if that’s what you prefer,” I said.

Vicky started to undo her blouse and said, “I want to be naked today.” She looked at Linda and asked, “What about you, darling?”

This was the first chance I really got a good look at Linda; she was the tallest and the biggest of the women. She wasn’t heavy, but some might call her a bit thick. She was wearing a tight shirt that hugged her large breasts beautifully. In response to Vicky, Linda pulled her shirt over her head.

“I think naked would be fun,” Linda said with a smile. I noticed the freckles on her face travelled down her chest into her cleavage. At that point, everyone started to undress. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Linda as Vicky undid Linda’s bra. Linda saw me staring when her large breasts came free from her bra. I smiled at her and was welcomed by a warm grin.

Linda cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. She then moved her hands down her body and pushed her yoga pants and panties to the floor. When Linda stood up, I admired her curves now that she was naked. She looked fantastic.

We had all gotten naked and hadn’t even entered the wet room yet. We all piled our clothes on a bench at the bottom of the stairs. I walked into the wet room, and everyone followed. I walked around and pointed at the showerheads, the fridge and the cabinet. I said, “We have lots of water and other sancaktepe escort beverages in the fridge. Please help yourself. In the cabinet, we have towels in case there is a time you want to dry off.”

This got a chuckle out of the group. I watched as my group of naked friends explored our room. Vicky ran her hand over the couch. She asked, “This is waterproof?”

Emma nodded and said, “It is, and I have tested it out.”

Vicky smiled, “Awesome.”

Emma looked at Linda and asked, “Do you have a bladder like Vicky?”

Linda laughed, shook her head and said, “I don’t think anyone has a bladder like Vicky.”

Emma laughed and said, “True, she has a gift.”

Emma walked up to Linda and grabbed her hand. She led her over to the couch and had Linda sit down. Emma spread Linda’s legs and got on her knees in front of her. Emma cupped Linda’s breasts and licked each nipple before kissing her way down Linda’s body. Emma started exploring Linda’s pussy with her tongue. Linda was smiling down at Emma. The rest of us gathered around the couch, watching the action.

Emma made eye contact with Linda and nodded. Linda nodded back, and we heard Emma’s mouth fill with piss. I suddenly had to piss really bad. I looked at Linda. She looked at me and opened her mouth. I let go and watched as my piss hit her chin. I moved my pee stream and started filling her mouth. I pissed for a bit, but not too long. I didn’t want to empty my bladder right away. I climbed onto the couch. I kissed her while her mouth was still filled with my piss.

Linda reached over and stroked my cock as it started to get hard. I stopped kissing her, and she pulled my cock to her mouth. Linda had stopped pissing into Emma’s mouth, and Emma was licking up any stray drops of piss on Linda’s pussy. I looked down and saw that Emma was licking Linda’s pussy while Linda was sucking my cock. She looked up at me and lifted her eyebrows. I let go of some piss into her mouth. I could see her cheeks expand and stopped.

I saw her swallow and pissed some more. Like I mentioned before, the sensation of getting your dick sucked and pissing into someone’s mouth is unreal. I stopped pissing when Linda’s mouth got full again. When she swallowed, she reached a hand up and stroked me while keeping the tip of my dick in her mouth. I could hear her moan as Emma brought her closer and closer to an orgasm.

I looked up and noticed that Tom, Sandy and Vicky had moved to the bed. Tom was on his back. Vicky had her lips around his dick, and Sandy was riding his face. I figured that Sandy was pissing into Tom’s mouth and that he was filling up Vicky’s mouth. Vicky released Tom’s dick, and I saw Tom’s piss stream hit his wife’s back. Tom stopped pissing as Vicky quickly climbed on top of him and lowered her pussy down on his dick.

The extra stimulation of seeing the piss action on the bed, coupled with Linda’s amazing mouth on my dick, brought me closer to an orgasm than I wanted. I pulled out of Linda’s mouth to keep from cumming. I looked over at the bed and saw Vicky moving up and down Tom’s dick with piss running down his balls. I knelt beside my wife and nudged her out of the way. I had a quick look at Linda’s pussy. She was so wet. I could see her cream leaking from her.

My wife got up from beside me and climbed onto the couch. She lowered her pussy down onto Linda’s mouth. I was about to lick Linda’s pussy when her piss stream hit me in the face. I positioned my mouth to catch her stream. Her piss tasted terrific. It had flavour without being overly bitter. When she stopped pissing, I moved in closer and licked the residual piss from her pussy. The combination of her piss and her pussy juice was intoxicating. I attacked her clit like a man possessed. It didn’t take long until I heard her moan into my wife’s pussy while she was cumming.

Emma got off Linda and sat down on the couch. Linda got on her knees between my wife’s legs. I watched as Linda went back to licking my wife’s pussy. I got behind Linda and slid my cock along her slit. Once my dick was coated in her juices, I slid it deep into her pussy. I felt her pussy grip me when I got balls deep into her. I fucked her for a bit when I felt like I could piss again. I flooded her pussy with my piss until she overflowed. I heard my piss falling onto the commercial-grade vinyl flooring.

My piss ran dry as Emma started to cum. I continued to fuck Linda’s piss-filled pussy and could feel myself getting closer to cumming. As my wife’s orgasm finished, I said, “I am getting close to cumming.”

It seems like the women had talked about this ahead of time because as soon as I said that I was getting close to cumming Linda moved forward, so that I slid out of her. Linda and Emma got down on their knees in front of me. They looked up at me as my cum shot out of my cock. I took turns shooting my load onto each of their faces. Once my orgasm ran its course, they started kissing. They took turns licking my cum off each other’s face.

I looked over and saw Sandy on her back, with Vicky licking her pussy while Tom was fucking Vicky from behind. When Tom pulled out, Vicky moved up to lie beside Sandy. Tom moved beside Vicky and shot his cum across both faces. He laid down several ropes that extended face to face. As soon as Tom was done cumming, Emma and Linda joined Vicky and Sandy on the bed. The four of them kissed and cleaned up our cum.

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In For Her, we were greeted by a tall woman, I guessed her at 5’10” or 5’11” and well over 6′ in the platform Roman sandals she wore. She was pretty, no, she was striking, with platinum blonde hair adding three inches to her height, a leather vest showing off large breasts, leather shorts cut much like my Daisy Duke’s showing off her ass, and the high-heeled platform sandals doing good things for her legs.

“Welcome to For Her,” she said by way of greeting as we walked in, “How can help you?”

“I’m looking for Heidi,” Nadine said.

“You found her,” the blonde amazon said.

“Wellllll,” and for the first time in a while, I heard some hesitation, some awkwardness in Nadine’s voice, “Eileen said you might be able to take care of me?”

“Ahhhhhh,” Heidi said, drawing out the vowel, “So you must be Nadine and this lovely thing must be Ronni. Eileen said you might come by.”

She stepped back and looked me up and down, very deliberately, and then extended her arm, forefinger pointing at the floor, twirling in the universal “turn around” gesture.

I was blushing furiously. Nadine knew, of course, all about what was happening to me, to us, to my body. But this was the first time I had been out of the house in my, well, my “Ronni clothes.”

But I turned, slowly. I swear I could feel both of the women’s eyes on me.

When I finished my turn she crooked her finger, the universal “come here” gesture. As she ran her hands over me I flashed an image of some movie I had seen once about the slave trade. The potential owner and the overseer had run their hands over a very fetching slave in just this way. I shivered as her hands ran up my arms and then slowly down my ribs to my waist and then my hips. She turned me with her hands and then cupped my ass before reaching around to cup my little titties.

“What do you have her on?” she asked and my knees got weak at the feminine pronoun.

“My Ortho-Novum 1/50 pill, and two of the Domperidone 10mg pills every morning,” Nadine said and I realized that being talked about like I wasn’t standing right there was getting to me too.

Heidi nodded her head, knowingly.

“Estrogen, progesterone, and prolactin, good choices,” she said and then reached out to cup my titties again. “Do you have her pumping too?”

“Yes,” Nadine said, “and she said she tasted the first drop of her milk this morning.”

Heidi smiled at that and then brushed a stray hair away from my face.

“And you, Ronni,” she asked, “Are you a happy gurl?”

“I am,” I said without hesitation, and saying it I realized it was true.

“Okay, Honey,” she said, stroking my cheek in a familiar way, “You look around and see what you think you’d like. Nadine and I need to chat a bit.”

She patted me on the ass and gave me a very light shove.

So I started wandering around the store and quickly realized this wasn’t a place for some weird drag queen to get his outfit. It was a very specific store designed to make a gurl look her best for her wife or, I suppose, any significant other. And I felt that stirring again, not a man’s erection, but a pressure deep in my belly and that awful, wonderful tightening of my nipples.

There were silky underthings that I enjoyed brushing my fingers over. There were blouses of a dozen different kinds of material, with pants or skirts to match or contrast. There was a silky harem girl outfit that I brushed my hands across several times and thought would look particularly fetching on me. There were corsets and teddys, garter belts and nylons, and shoes, God, the shoes, rack after rack of shoes.

I brushed my fingers across the compacts and lipsticks and mascara and soft makeup brushes.

My breath caught as I got to the back of the store where the euphemistically labeled “Aids” section was. There were clamps and collars, probes in a great variety, and one section under a sign “Urethral Play” left me holding the counter for support as I looked at a variety of devices obviously designed to, well, modify my clitoris. As I brushed my fingers across them my nipples got so hard they hurt and there was that fullness deep in my belly again. I squirmed.

I jumped and yelled when a hand touched my arm.

Heidi’s laugh was high-pitched and girlish, incongruous with her mature face and big body.

“Come along, Sweetcheeks,” she said, her hand on the small of my back in that way men often squire a woman around, demonstrating their claim.

She walked me through a door with the standard Employees Only sign and then down a hall past two doors before opening the third.

The room was, basically, an examining room that could have been transported straight from an OB-GYN’s office. I recognized it from the times I had joined Nadine for her checkups when she was pregnant with the girls. There were cabinets and a sink, the obligatory rack of Nitrile examination gloves since latex allergies seemed to be everywhere.

And, of course, there was the exam chair with its stirrups swung to the side for now.

Nadine göztepe escort was sitting in one of the chairs, waiting, her smile kind of scary.

“Okay, Sweety,” Heidi said, patting my ass lightly, “Pants off and up in the chair.”

And there it was again, that sensation deep in my belly and my titties as my nipples tightened.

They both watched as I unbuttoned and unzipped and then pushed the ridiculously tight Daisy Dukes down and off. I felt more naked right then, standing naked from the waist down but still wearing the blouse than I would have if I was completely nude.

“Go on, Cutey,” she said “Up in the chair.” I looked at Nadine again and she was grinning. When our eyes met she nodded.

So I took a deep breath and used the step built into the chair and crawled up and turned around, The leather, or probably vinyl, was cold on my ass and the backs of my legs.

She swung the stirrups in place and gently laid my heels in them. Then she started using the foot pump and the lower part of the chair back started slowly pushing me forward until my ass was at the edge of the seat. She swung the stirrups to the sides, leaving me in that terribly exposed position every woman knows but I had never before experienced.

My nipples were so damn hard I could have cut glass with them.

Heidi rolled over on her stool and then grabbed a second one from under the other exam table and said, “Come on, Nadine, you need to see what we’re doing.”

Nadine stood, moved to the side of the chair and patted me on the head, said, “It’s going to be okay, gurl,” and then joined Heidi between my legs.

“The hormones have done a good job,” Heidi said, “Or was he always this small?”

“No,” Nadine said, “He was never particularly big but this is new in the past couple of years.”

“Okay,” Heidi said, “Men are very protective down here,” and she patted my balls gently, “but there are things I’ve been experimenting with that can pretty much take care of that.”

I watched as she pulled a little table over and opened the wooden box on it.

“This is all experimental,” she said, “But I’m having very good luck with it.”

“Now Ronni,” she said, “A little pinch but that’s all. Relax now.”

I watched as she took a hair-fine needle, I thought of acupuncture needles, out of the box and showed it to Nadine.

“It’s called the Cremaster Muscle,” she said, her voice changing subtly now. She sounded almost like a college professor in front of a class.

“It’s a combination of smooth and striated muscle cells, you know, voluntary and involuntary muscles, that is part of his scrotal sack,” she went on, using her fingertip to describe what she was talking about, “and I’ve been having very good luck with this treatment.”

She pushed my scrotum up, out of the way then, and as she had warned, I felt a little pinch, very low between my legs, down at the base of my scrotum where it descended from my body.

“It’s much like acupuncture,” she said and I felt my scrotum tighten suddenly as the needle worked slowly along that line that separates my scrotum into two halves, something I have since learned is the scrotal raphe.

“See,” Heidi said, “with this approach, castration isn’t needed to make a real gurl.”

Nadine’s eyes were shiny and her smile was kind of frightening as she watched and nodded.

My body tensed, suddenly, as the needle found a nerve ganglia and my scrotum squeezed my balls tightly up where they came from.

“Ahhhh,” Heidi let out a satisfied sound, “There it is. Sometimes it’s hard to find that particular nerve but Ronni’s a natural.”

Nadine breathed, “Beautiful,” in a voice so soft I could barely hear it.

“Now, the decision point,” Heidi said.

“What’s that?” Nadine asked.

I said nothing. I knew that what I thought or felt didn’t matter.

“Do you want this to be permanent or shall I teach you how to do it?” Heidi asked.

“Permanent,” Nadine said with no hesitation.

Heidi giggled. “I don’t know why I bother to ask. I’ve done this four times before and every wife says ‘permanent.'”

Heidi did something with the needle, I had the image of her turning it, and my scrotum, that Cremaster muscle as I had just learned it was called, tightened more, almost like a cramp or a charlie horse.

“Good gurl,” Heidi said, patting my thigh, “Now another little pinch while I numb you up so we can finish here.”

I watched, my bowels getting hot, as she pulled out a hypodermic needle, broke the sterile packaging, and drew some clear liquid into the barrel. She did the tap-the-barrel-with-her-fingernail thing and squirted a bit out and then laid the needle on a stainless steel tray.

“Okay,” she said, “cold now,” and she used an alcohol wipe down there where the needle would penetrate, cleaning the area.

“What?” I started but she just said, “Shush.”

The alcohol was cold and then there was a little pinch and almost immediately çorlu escort that odd sensation of numbness started spreading, like it does if the dentist is going to do something painful.

“The needle does its job,” Heidi was explaining as Nadine leaned in, listening carefully and watching, “but this gives you complete control.” Heidi was showing Nadine a little credit card-looking thing and I realized that it was some sort of remote control device. “I’ll show you what I mean after the numbness wears off.”

She reached up and, I assume, pinched me.

“Feel that?” she asked.

“No,” I said, honestly. There had been nothing beyond that strange numbness.

“Now watch as Heidi works her magic,” Heidi said to Nadine.

There was another of those adrenaline rushes as I saw her break the sterile seal on a scalpel.

“A small incision,” she said and her hand moved out of sight. I felt nothing.

“Then tuck this in here,” she said. I felt nothing.

“And four little stitches,” she said. I felt nothing.

“And this is, basically, SuperGlue, but it will keep any germs out,” she said. I felt nothing.

“A little spritz of this to dry everything out,” she picked up a little spray can and I felt an odd coldness very low, my ass wasn’t numb.

“And done,” she said, standing, pulling off her gloves with that odd snap they make, and washing her hands.

“All right,” she said, sitting back on the stool and talking to Nadine, “Check this every morning. The stitches will dissolve and the faux skin will keep germs out. But just to be sure, check and if there is any redness suggesting infection, and if there is, get ahold of me right fucking NOW, got it?”

“Yes,” Nadine said, still smiling gently, obviously happy with what she was seeing.

“Now,” Heidi said, “Here’s one more thing to think about.”

She opened the drawer in the cabinet and came out with a notebook, a standard three-ring binder. She flipped through the pages quickly, but I could see they were mostly pictures. She flipped through them, quickly at first then slowed and finally stopped.

“One of my clients wanted this and, well, I thought it might work for Ronni. The work is a little more complicated so if you decide you want this we’ll need to make an appointment and she’ll be out of commission for a couple of days,” she said, holding the binder out to Nadine.

I watched the smile spread across Nadine’s face and knew she was going to say she wanted it.

“Ohhhhh, yeah,” she said.

Heidi giggled and said, “Okay.” She turned to the open laptop computer on the cabinet and I could see as she opened a calendar. “How about June 14th?” she asked, “I won’t do it without giving you a couple of weeks to think about it.”

“Sure,” Nadine said, “And I won’t be changing my mind.”

Heidi giggled again. “It’s a permanent change.”

“I hope so,” Nadine said.”

‘May I see?” I asked, timidly.

Heidi looked at Nadine and raised her eyebrows, asking permission.

“Sure,” Nadine said, “She should know what’s coming,” again talking to Heidi as if I wasn’t right there.

Heidi turned the book to face me and I felt that sudden rush in my bowels as my adrenal glands pumped adrenaline and my Fight or Flight Reflex kicked in.

The picture was a small dick, even smaller than mine, but there was no head, no glans.

“NO!,” I said, “No, God, no, please don’t cut it off.”

Heidi giggled and patted my leg.

“No, Ronni, it’s not cut off,” she said, “Look.” I watched as her fingers worked on my dick. She pushed down with her forefinger right on my peehole while using her other hand to pull my residual foreskin up, stretching it so it covered the glans.

“I make a little cut here,” and she ran her finger along one side of the foreskin’s edge where it was pulled taut, “and here,” she ran her finger along the other side of the foreskin’s edge, “and then sew them together. Just a little peehole will be left,” and she showed me the picture again and when I looked closer I could see the small hole left right in the middle of what I had assumed was a stump where it had been cut off.

“The thing is, Sweety,” Heidi went on, “that since the nerve-rich head will be protected it will become even more sensitive.”

She ran a finger around my glans and said, “You poor circumcised men. I don’t understand how you can EVER cum. Nature gave you a protective sheath so that only one cell thickness covers all of those nerves. When you’re circumcised it’s almost like the poor thing is callused.”

I was kind of speechless.

“Not,” Nadine added, “that you have anything to say about it anymore.”

I sighed.

“Okay, Sweet Cheeks,” Heidi said, “Now let’s go shopping.”

I was a little shaky as I got out of the chair and stood. The numbness in my groin was distracting.

“Ummmm,” I said, as she led me toward the door, Nadine rising to follow, “pants?”

She laughed and said, “You ARE a little overdressed. ümraniye escort Take off the blouse.”

I looked at Nadine and she sneered. “Do as you’re told, Ronni.”

I moaned and started on those backward buttons, wondering in the back of my mind if I would EVER get used to them.

I blushed as both of the women looked at me and whistled.

“Okay, come along,” Heidi said and we went back into the main section of the store, an odd procession with Heidi leading, me in the middle, naked and my scrunched up scrotum forcing the stub of my soft dick to point straight ahead, and Nadine bringing up the rear.

“Now,” Heidi said, turning and taking Nadine by the hand, “You sit. Grab a Coke or a beer or make a screwdriver. The bar is over there. Ronni will be modeling for you.”

Nadine smiled and surprised me with a kiss. “I love you, Ronni,” she said, and then turned away, moving toward the coffee machine on the other side of the seating area.

“You,” she said to me, “wait in here.”

The dressing room was about the size of our bedroom. It was lined with mirrors. I had no choice but to look at myself.

And dammit, I looked good. Yeah, there were streaks of grey in my hair but it was a good grey, you know, the sweet grey that so many men and women try for but only a lucky few get. I was lucky.

So I stopped and really looked. The mirrors, including one of those three-piece things that seem to let you see the back, were almost addictive.

I started at the top. My hair was much longer than I had ever worn it before, not to my shoulders, but getting close. It was straight, brushed rather than combed, and, I thought, framed my face nicely. My boobies were clearly breasts now, not just a man’s chest, and my nipples, still puffy since that first drop appeared, were a pale tan color. I stretched my arms straight over my head, and realized for the first time, that the hair in my armpits simply HAD to go.

My body was retaining fat like it never had before. I had a slight muffin top and my ass was round and full. I thought it was a very good ass.

My legs have always been good, and the extra fat actually helped. My thighs were fuller than ever, and my calves were damn nice if I do say so myself.

And my little clitty was so cute. My scrotum was so completely drawn up it seemed to have pulled my little dick in too. I’m circumcised, but the residual foreskin made a little ring around the glans, the head, with my urethra opening peeking out.

I liked my new look.

I moved close to the mirror and looked at my face. I couldn’t help but picture what I’d look like with a little Botox in my lips, maybe some assfat to plump up my cheeks, and my ridiculous eyebrows plucked to a delicate arch.

My reverie was broken when Heidi walked in.

“Okay, Ronni, let’s start at the bottom,” she said and started helping me try on shoes. The first pair were simple pumps, very red, with a moderate 3″ heel and plenty of toe cleavage on display. She had me practice walking in the things until I was no longer tottering and then had me walk across in front of Nadine. She saluted me with an upraised glass.

We worked our way up until I could handle a 5″ stiletto with ankle straps, something we had always called “fuck me shoes.” I felt pretty and sexy as I mastered the art of walking in them.

Underwear came next. The first set was silk, bikini-cut panties with a matching bra. The silk of the panties felt wonderful as I pulled them up, smoothed them, and then looked at myself in the mirror. My ass looked god DAMN good if I do say so myself, and my little clitoris was barely a bump. I giggled and wiggled.

The bra was a matching red. Heidi showed me how to hook it in front and then work it around so the hooks were in the back and the little cups in front. I worked it up and smoothed it until I could get my arms through the straps. I wiggled and squirmed, damn hear dislocated my shoulder, but finally got everything nice and smooth.

My knees got weak when I moved to the three-pane mirror.

I realized at that moment that I truly was a gurl. There was no hint of maleness left in me. From my hair, longer than I had ever worn it, to my face, a hint of makeup, to my titties in the bra and my clitty in my panties to my excellent legs to the ridiculously high stiletto heels, I was pure female lust on the hoof.

I liked it.

For the next hour, I modeled for Nadine, getting better, under Heidi’s patient coaching, and handling things as a gurl should. I learned to walk like a gurl. I modeled a dozen panties and bra sets, and another dozen sleepwear sets from baby doll nighties to slinky gowns. I modeled dresses, and I LOVED modeling dresses from a little black dress that I thought made me look really good to a long, backless, slinky number that made me look like an expensive callgurl. I modeled pants suits, hot pants, crop tops, and skirts and blouses in a dozen color combinations.

“Now, one more thing,” Heidi said, “Give me that remote.”

I watched as Nadine fished around in her purse and handed over the little credit card-sized remote.

“This button gives pleasure,” she said, pushed it, and my breath caught as a wave of pure pleasure flooded my body, spreading from my groin and making my nipples tighten even more until they were so hard they ached but I liked it.

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It was after 5 and I was waiting with anticipation as the office emptied out. I had been a long hard day with an emphasis on the hard part. The pink solid lace panties she had given me to wear had kept me at least semi hard all day. Movement moved it from being semi hard to nearly completely hard. Using the bathroom was a nightmare. I had to use a stall and give myself time to soften up to go and pray that nobody caught on to what I had on. Then I barely got them back up around my waist before my cock was back to its former erect state.

As I watched most of the staff empty out and leave the building and parking lot, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to see her there with a sexy look on her face that went perfectly with the sexy outfit she had on. She had on a tight burgundy blouse and a short dark grey skirt and complimenting smoke-colored stockings over her long shapely legs. As she walked in, I watched her hips sway back and forth making my dick throb a couple more times.

“How do you feel after wearing my panties all day?” she asked coyly.

“My cock is ready to burst I admitted.” while going a little red.

She gave me a wicked sexy grin before saying, “Mmm this is something I’ve got to see.” She then pulled me over in front of the desk and pushing me bahçelievler escort back up against it. She then deftly undid my pants before pulling them down and I quickly kicked them off. My full erection inside the lacy pink panties was now on full display in front of this hot woman.

“Very nice.” she purred as she eyed by raging erection before reaching out and gently touching it. This almost sent me over the edge right then and there but somehow, I managed to avoid that embarrassment.

“I love a man wearing my panties.” she purred as she continued to rub my hardon. “They never expect to get so hard wearing them and don’t know how to deal with the awkwardness.”

She then turned me around and got a full view of my lacy pink ass. The lace didn’t stretch quite as well over that as it did over my cock and balls so the lower part of my ass cheeks were exposed and some of the material wedged between my cheeks.

She giggled as she grabbed a handful of exposed cheek. “I guess I won’t be wearing these again. I guess that’s ok with you though.” More embarrassment and strangely more arousal rose up in me when she said that.

She then moved me to where I was leaned over the desk with my legs spread eagle bağcılar escort before reaching around and taking control of my cock and giving it a long hard stroke. It reacted by giving a massive twitch and if I wasn’t leaning on the desk I my knees probably would have buckled.

She continued giving it shorter more gentle strokes. She would stroke until my cock started twitching more and then let up so it would simmer down. I lost count after the fifth time she brought me right to the edge of blowing before letting off at probably the last second and letting my cock calm down. By now it was twitching almost uncontrollably. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place wanting to blow this massive load I had in my balls and not wanting her perfect tease to end.

She then put her hand on my shoulder and turned me around to face her. With a wicked sexy grin on her face, she looked down eyeing my throbbing erection inside the panties. Around the head of my cock was a massive spot of precum that in the last few minutes had gotten much bigger.

She took her finger and began tracing the head of my penis through the lace. Her tracing through the lace felt almost as good as her stroking and my cock reacted by pressing out ümraniye escort more drops of precum. “You’re such a bad boy getting my panties all wet.” she said her voice dripping with sensuality.

“How long have you been like this?” she asked with a smirk on her face as she continued to trace the head of my cock.

“Ever since I put them on this morning.” I admitted through a panting voice.

She then moved her hand down cupping my entire erection again saying, “This feels so hard. I love a man’s cock when it’s ready to burst, especially if it’s inside my panties.” Then the cherry on top, “And I love making it burst in my panties.”

As soon as she said that she gave my cock one more hard stroke and sent it over the edge. My whole body shook as my cock blew load after load of cum inside the panties seeping freely out of the porous lace. She didn’t stop squeezing and stroking until my erection was exhausted and my balls were drained. She licked her lips and smirked down at my soaked panties and streams on cum dripping down my legs.

“I guess it’s time to go home now.” she said with a giggle. “I expect those panties back clean tomorrow or there will be consequences.” Then in a move that could only be described as pure sexiness, at least in my book, she reached under her skirt and pulled the panties off she had on. Even though my dick was exhausted from a day of erection and a massive explosion the move made it give a small throb.

She dropped the red silky thong she was just wearing on the desk and said, “You can wear these tomorrow.” She then turned and walked out of my office leaving me there in my soaked state.

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“I know your guilt and shame. I don’t feel it. Nor would I ever. I’m not a little bitch like you. But I know you do. I know, baby.”

He sits on the couch and looks up at me, smiling. I’m standing in the middle of the room in front of him. Tears running down my cheeks, mascara streaks.

“You have the most beautiful butt I think I’ve ever seen. You really do. That should please you that I think that.”

I stand and stare at the floor.

“And I know how hard it is for you to embrace what you are, at times. A little faggot queer girl. I know you want to run from it. Ashamed of being a sissy boy for me. I know you get all hot and bothered thinking of it all. I’ve heard your confession to me. And I understand. But the reality of having others maybe see you like this, others that would laugh or tease, ridicule, I know that’s hard for you. But we’re going to get you past that. You’re going to learn to take it and to accept what you are. It’s what you really want, princess.”

He’s naked, sitting on my couch. His huge cock close to fully erect. He told me what to wear and where to be standing when he arrived. I did as he told me to do.

I’ve just been severely paddled. He doesn’t need an excuse. My butt is bright red just short of being bruised. I feel the sting of it burn as I stand there. I won’t be able to sit comfortably for a day or two. I’ve been through this before.

He did that thing he does. One severe stroke with the wooden flat paddle super hard across my entire lower rear end, told to keep my hands on the back of my head. Then he asks if I want him to hit me again. If I say ‘no’ I get five ultra hard super-fast smacks that almost make me bolt. And if I do say ‘no’, I get retrained and we start over, wrists to the ceiling in the basement. He’s groomed me for this. To be able to stand without having to be restrained and take the most harsh paddling. I have learned to say ‘Yes, Daddy. Please hit me again. I deserve it. Please punish me.’ I say that through a sobbing and quivering voice. When I reach hysterical crying he usually stops.

He has just placed the paddle on the couch next to him. He sits and looks up at me as I sob.

“We haven’t done this in front of others. But we will, sweetie. It’s one of my dirty thoughts, you paddle like this, made to stand in the corner or nose to the wall while others watch, ignore you as they comment, enjoy the party. Very hot, wouldn’t you say, sweetheart?”

I mumble, ‘yes, daddy…’, barely audible through my tears.

“You are so fucking cute! You really are.”

He leans slightly forward.

“And I know that as soon as you masturbate and cum in that dripping little bitch way you do, it’s the worst. Isn’t it? You just want to run, cry, hide, want desperately to not be what çeşme escort you are. You want to deny that this is the real you.”

He laughs.

“As if we’re going to let that happen. As if I’m going to let you stop being the sissy girl I own. My little helpless sex addict girl. It’s why I named you ‘precious’, precious.”

My face is bright red, my eyes to the floor. I’m in only white ankle strap heels and white ruffle top sissy sox. My bare smooth legs lead up to the pink bow I tied for him around my tiny balls, pushing my little thing out in front with a large ribbon bow on top of it all. I am baby smooth top to bottom. Dark eye shadow and bright shiny pink lipstick, a pink spike hair wig and large pink plastic hoop earrings. I look the perfect piece of sissy candy for him.

“I like that submissive shame. I like it a lot. Do you know how much pleasure you give me being the submissive bitch you are? Do you? Answer me!”

He leans forward in his chair, glares up at me.

“I do, Daddy. I do. I really do and love doing this for you. No other man has understood me like you do, Daddy. I do…”

I feel my voice quiver. I feel the shame he is confronting within me. I feel helpless. Owned by him. He is a master at this. It’s why I want no other man. Only him

“Get over here and suck my dick!! Move! Should I paddle you again! Let’s go. What are you waiting for?”

I hurry to him and drop to my knees. His hard on bounces in my face as he leans back on the couch, pushing his hips up and out toward my face. I take him in my mouth.

He just sits and watches. Doesn’t make a sound. He is rock hard as I masturbate him with my mouth.

“Look at me, little sissy girl. Eyes up here!”

I look up at him as I run his huge erection in and out of my mouth.

“Look at you. A little cocksucker. This is what you are. And you’re going to learn to accept that shame you feel at times. You should be proud that that pleases me. No matter how guilty you feel about it at times.”

He runs one finger up my cheek as I move him in and out of my mouth, long full strokes.

“Perfect, little one. And we’re going to make it even more perfect. You’re going to be moving into my home.”

He feels me stop slightly. He laughs loudly.

“That got your attention. Make me cum. Do it, little cocksucker. Make me cum. I don’t have all day.”

He just stares as I suck to make him cum, masturbate him with mouth rapidly, pushing the head of it against the roof of my mouth, holding my tongue tight against the hole, the way he loves.

When he does cum, I struggle as always not to choke on the long hard spurts he always does. I suck him until he is finished, feel him go slightly semi erect başakşehir escort in my mouth as I swallow it all. He’s huge even like that, semi hard. He just sits and stares.

“Now wasn’t that good? Isn’t that what you want? You very much please me, girly girl.”

He laughs and pushes my head off him.

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.”

I kiss the tops of his legs, his thighs. My eyes go to the floor.

“I love that mouth. But I think I like fucking that butt more. The whimpering sounds you make are delicious. And it’s so easy to make you do that by pushing in just a little too deep.”

He laughs.

“And you are the tightest little bitch I’ve ever had. I mean that. I have never had an ass that tight.”

He leans back.

“Get me a cup of coffee and then stand in front me like I told you to do, facing me. Move.”

I hurried to get his coffee and do as told.

“Big step for you. I don’t know how you do it but that’s your problem, not mine. You’re moving in with me, full-time. I’m having you styled professionally too. Hair, nails, weekly routine. You’re about to become the house girl I need and the bitch you were meant to be. You clean up your affairs in the real world and count on living with me within two months. I want full time access to you. My very own 1950s house wife-girl. We’ll spend time at my Florida house too. Anyone that meets or sees you will see you as this, what you really are. They’ll know the nature of our relationship. No more boy clothing, precious. You’ll love that. And no stupid fucking tits. I want you flat chested, want you to accentuate those perfect sissy faggot queer nipples. You really are going to be in sissy heaven, little bitch. And you’ll have me to thank for that.”

He sips his coffee. He sees me stunned, staring at the floor.

“We’ll go over the rules when you move in. You’re already trained for proper discipline should you not learn quick enough. I expect my house to run orderly. Tell me you don’t want that. I dare you. Tell me you don’t want to be owned like that, bitch.”

He sips his cup and sits it on the side table. He stands. He cups my butt with one hand and takes my little penis in his other. I cry out in pain as he squeezes my almost bleeding cheeks. He ignores it. He hears me whimper and sees the tears as he pats my butt.

“You can’t say ‘no’ to me. We both know that. Ooooo, baby, your butt is very warm. I like that. That pleases me.”

He pets my rear end. He starts to fondle my tiny penis.

“We’re going to lock this up. It’ll help mold that sissy state of desire in your mind. Keep you constantly hot and dripping in your penis restraint. That will please me too. I’ll let you out of locked küçükçekmece escort chastity at times, allow you to play with yourself in front of me every couple of weeks or so, or for the amusement of some of my friends. But that’ll be rare. Nobody will fuck this ass but me. You are mine alone. I want that mindset in the right place.”

He starts to masturbate me. I feel the middle finger of his other hand slip up into my butt. I feel him pushing me up onto my toes. Cradling my cheeks in his hand, his middle finger moves deep up into me.

“It’s all going to be so simple once we start doing this full-time, baby doll.”

I moan softly as he works me like that. Playing with my semi erect but still tiny penis, finger fucking me. I close my eyes lost to his hands.

“So do you feel shame now, want to run away?”

He laughs loudly as I stammer softly, ‘no, noooo, no, Daddy, noooooo…I want it all…’

He kisses my cheek.

“I know how to work my little girl. I know how to please her. You’re what you’re supposed to be. Right now, you are perfect. And we’re going to build on that. You’re guilt about it all after you cum will be part of the pleasure I take from you. It already is.”

His finger pushes so deep up into me I cry out, start to lift up as high as I can onto my toes. I started to whimper loudly.

“Good, girl. Very good girl. Feel that slippery wet pre cum little sissy clit of yours in my hand, all messy? I love that. So do you, girl.”

He kisses my ear, takes it in his teeth.

“I’m coming back here this evening. Want you beautiful. I may bring a friend I’ve been talking to about you. I want you sissy gorgeous. I’ve told him about you but don’t know if tonight will be the night I introduce you to him. We’ll see. I want to fuck my pretty girl whether he’s here or not. You gonna do that for me, baby? Gonna be gorgeous?”

He wiggles the tip of finger around so deep in my it almost hurts.

“Yessss, Daddy, yesss…ahhhh….ooooo.’

He takes his hand away from me, pulls his finger out of me. He sticks it in my mouth and stares as I suck it. He kisses my ear, my neck.

“I have a business meeting in an hour or so. I’ll be back later. You gonna miss me?”

“Yesssss, Daddy, yessss…”

I stammer as he smiles, laughs softly.

“I know you, don’t I?”

He kisses my cheek, wipes his finger on the side of my face, moves away from me and starts to dress.

“Yessssssssssss. You know me better than any man I’ve been with, Daddy. I think you are wonderful.”

The tastes of my rear end, his cum in my mouth, my makeup running down tears on my cheeks, my lipstick all over my face, my butt bright red…I see myself in the hall full length mirror.

He dresses quickly and moves to the door, smiles at me.

“You know I love you.”

He leaves.

I masturbate in front of the mirror, do it and let it drip onto the tile floor. As soon as I cum I feel the shame. I steel myself. I stare at myself in the mirror. I love what I see staring back. And I love the shame.

I will not ever be anything other than what I am. I am his.

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I think my entire personality can be summed up by me only thinking to write a Halloween special AFTER the end of October. Anyways, here’s a shitpost of a succubus using one of her favorite days of the year to blend in while “trick or treating” to walk around freely betwixt the mortals. Hopefully some other BETTER writer will see this and make something good next year, since I saw a disappointing lack of any festive freaky fucks this year 🙁

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You know, you’d think it’d be easy for a demon to go out during Halloween, but no! Every year I have to dig DEEP in my sick ass underworld closet to find my old medieval clothing, since the last couple hundred years I’ve been on that slutty outfit type beat. Hey, don’t blame me, the mortals really cranked up their game on sexy garments, and I can’t be outclassed by them!

It took like an hour of searching, but I found this scandalous dress from 982 that, at the time, would’ve absolutely gotten me thrown in jail for immodesty. Just looking at this thing reminds me of all those hot peasants, and how I used to-

Not important right now! There’s modern people to fuck! This dress should be just risque enough to pass for a costume nowadays. But.. oh, right. About 700 buttons and an hour to put this thing on, and the “sexy” at the time was tuberculosis-anorexic-thin, and I have DEFINITELY gotten thicccccccer since then.

Alright it looks like I’m going with party town fake-devil costume, because I don’t want to waste any more time. Out the window I go Pietro Pots style, and on the hunt!

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Found one! A couple of little ghosts and zombies stopped at a house and I saw this absolute bombshell answer the door. Big titty goth that had curves to make Euclid jealous! And spying a certain pink, purple, and blue banner through her bedroom window suggests that I absolutely can consensually score…

Oh, what? What!? You thought that just because I’m a succubus that I was going to be some low-level goblin-esque rapist? Nah nah nah, we succubi LIKE sex. What in the many hells bells would we get out of it if the other party isn’t enjoying it? The only kind of non-consent we like is consensual-non-con. Which is hot as fuck by the way.

Whatever, the littles are gone and there isn’t anyone coming. Now it’s my turn to come…

To the door. Come to the door. And THEN come! Inside! THE HOUSE!

I knocked on the door. Politely. Respectfully, perchance.

And when she opened the door… Five foot fuck all of thickness. No, I mean this seriously. I severely overestimated her height from that rooftop I was definitely not spying from. I forgot to tell you I was on a rooftop. Not important now.

Long, black (purple streak, of course) hair, tied tuzla escort into a messy ponytail. Not obese, but slightly chubby. Most of it exactly where you want it to be, you know what I mean. Built like a writer’s barely disguised fetish. Lookin’ like an incel’s dream ya feel.

Now, in my head I’m a constantly running shitpost, but I’ve still got my succubus powers. The moment my eyes land on her… “relevant” information starts streaming from her unconsciousness into my brain. Everything she would want in bed in a partner is first, and without even having to cast a spell my body starts transforming.

This is all happening within a moment, she hasn’t even fully opened the door enough to register what I really look like. It’s taken a handful thousand years of practice for me to do this THIS quickly. On the bright side though, a little bit of succubus pheromones can make her mind just a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittle bit groggy to give a succubus that extra few milliseconds to change.

I don’t need it. She opens the door, and to her the most slutty, sexy, I’m-going-to-fuck-the-shit-out-of-you, mommy coded woman of her wettest fanfic dreams is standing there in a hot demoness costume.

Everything about my outward appearance has been altered. My skin is a perfectly tanned almond bronze, my eyes have turned charcoal black, my hair has styled and colored itself. Breasts have gone to dommy-mommy size, I’m now thicker than a biscut, and even my lips have plumped a little. I also tower over her, which isn’t exactly hard, but I’m almost 6 foot.

This woman is the most textbook-subby sub I just about have ever met, and I’ve bedded THOUSANDS of subs.

I bent at the waist alllll the way down to her level, pretty much shoved my boobs straight into and past her face. Staring her dead in the eyes, with a long, slow lick of my lips, I say in the most over-the top seductive voice…

“Trick or treat?”

Some succubi need to use magic to alter their “prey’s” mind to get them to have sex. I’ve never seen a need for it. Case in point: this adorably slutty sub. She neeeeever stood a chance.

It’s not two minutes later, and with the door locked and curtains closed, I’ve got her completely stripped on the couch. She’s laid on her back and two of my long, dexterous fingers are re-creating a whole ass ancient Greek play from a couple thousand year ago. Only now am I finally letting a bunch of my succubus pheromone magic out to make this woman truly fall under my spell. Her mind grows cloudy and faded, focused and fully immersed into the pleasure.

I quickly switch from fingering to oral, and she’s so out of it she doesn’t even register why my tongue is so long, and can reach as deep as it can. I don’t grow it out too long, but pendik escort just enough that I can get in and start spelling fourteen alphabets worth of characters on her g-spot. The alphabet thing is for me, gives me an objective.

Of course, after another, oh, few orgasms, I decide that I want to move onto the main course. With a doodley-dee a penis-for-me I can grow a huge fuck-off cock that, y’know, her mind registers as like a strap-on or whatever. Magic shit.

I sit down on the couch and order her to get on her knees and suck. Without question, of course, she does. Whether it’s the magic or my looks, this woman isn’t going to say no to just about anything now.

She’s dazed, her hair is falling everywhere, covered in that hot sex-sweat, and drooling from pleasure and at the thought of more pleasure. THIS is what we succubi live for. Bringing mortals to their most primal of enjoyment, in the most universally constant way.

She takes the cock, that I’ve specially grown according to her desires, into her mouth. I use my hand to guide her head down onto me. Up and down, slowly lubricating it and working the cock farther and farther into her. It hits her throat barrier, and she begins to gag. I send some calmness into her mind; I watch her body noticeably relax.

With one swift movement she takes the rest down to the base, and deep into her throat. She stays there, holding her breath, and I groan. I can, of course, feel everything.

She pulls back for air, and at that moment I hear the doorbell ring.

This is where I always consider my magic most useful. It’s simple magic, but I rapidly search the ages of the people approaching. You can imagine, to a sex demon, why that’s the most important thing in our arsenal. The first information we always find, before anything else, is age.

It’s an 18 and a 19 year old outside. Clearly partners, and they’re obviously doing one last hurrah before the silly mortals consider themselves “too old” to go trick or treating.

Naturally, of course, a terribly devilish plan immediately forms in my mind. I order the short-stack I’ve been enjoying to stop what she’s doing, and stand. I do too, and cloud her face with a spell. No one would notice anything askew, but when asked about what she looked like, no one would be able to tell.

I walk her to the door, and hand her the bowl of candy.

“You have trick-or-treaters here, it’d be rude to leave them disappointed.”

Don’t forget, she’s naked and covered head to toe in ssssscent. She turns towards the door, and I took the opportunity to bend her over.

She slowly opens the door with one hand and peeks her head out.

“Trick or treat!” the two say in unison.

“O-oh! I lo-ove your costumes!” The woman says, using whatever maltepe escort scraps of willpower she has to know moan hard. I am, of course, just behind the door fucking the hell into her. No subtlety either, they are watching her head bob back and forth.

“Thank you!” One says, gleefully holding their small pumpkin-adorned bucket out for candy.

One is clearly less innocent than their partner, saying nothing but giving a knowing eye towards my play-thing. I’m genuinely unsure what they can hear, considering how truly oblivious the one seems.

I made a split second decision to give them a trick, while the woman is in the middle of handing out the treats. Right after the candy drops into the bucket, I open the door the rest of the way and reveal our… escapades. The scenario is one I’ll never forget. Standing there turning this seemingly innocent woman into a total slut, bent over and clutching onto the door for dear life while I am slamming into her. Both of the “guests” are wearing costumes with no masks, and I can just watch as their expressions change from normal to surprise, shock, and then to a mix of horror and pure lust.

The woman couldn’t hold herself back anymore, and had to cover her mouth to quiet her moans.

“A treat for you two, if you grab her breasts she’ll moan for you.” I said devilishly.

They look at each other for approval, before glancing back at me, and finally each giving a breast of hers a squeeze. The woman, of course, is so wildly overstimulated at this point that the final straw pushes her over the edge. I grab both of her arms and pull, arching her back and uncovering her mouth simultaneously. She moans loudly into the open air as her brain cloud with an orgasmic high.

At that point I decidedly reach my own edge, and push as deep as I could go. She’s standing on her tip-toes as I start pumping her full of not-exactly-cum. We both rock through orgasms as the observers stare frozen in awe. I press hard up against her soft ass, and she did everything she could to just focus on breathing and staying conscious.

As we’re starting to come down from our shared high, her legs finally buckle and she slowly drops to the floor. I make sure the fall is gentle, and that she isn’t hurt from the short collapse. I slowly shut the door, and I wish the poor “scarred” (and definitely turned on) adults to go about their night. From the tension radiating off of them though, I knew they were going to fuck before night’s end.

I had planned on… let’s say “hunting a few prey” tonight, but as I looked down at this beyond sexy woman laying in a puddle of her juices I knew I had to have her for… longer. Definitely the rest of the night. The stamina of a succubus is unmatched, and everything up to now was just a warmup. My body is intended to now search for others, but this woman is laying on the floor staring at me with so much lust in her eyes that it’s clear she’s nowhere near done.

Without so much as moving her away from the closed door, I lower myself down over her into her outreaching arms. She’s a hell of a resilient mortal I have to admit, and we’re both ready for more pleasure…

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I suppose I could have used my safe word.

We were going to start trying to get pregnant.

It would have been reasonable to draw a bright line, to build a veritable wall, between our decision to bring a new life into the world, and our still on-going teasing and fantasy play about another man owning my wife’s pussy. Especially considering that that other man was my father.

I just wasn’t sure I wanted to.

I had no idea how the coming months and years would play out. Once Michelle was carrying our child, she might consciously or unconsciously move away from her desire to play these kinky games with me. Or my paternalistic instincts might kick in and I might lose my compulsion to engage in these weird fantasies.

I was familiar with the whole “Madonna and Whore” complex; the tendency of men to start to see the mother of their children as too “pure” to be the object of their sexual desire. Of course, in many cases, that’s when a healthy and suddenly frustrated woman begins to enjoy being the object of another man’s sexual desire. At least I already knew that that could happen.

The following week was another stretch of normal life, punctuated by gentle, pleasurable lovemaking, unaccompanied by any play-by-play on my wife’s part. The fact that I was still rubbering up was the only concession to our on-going denial play. She didn’t taunt me with it verbally; but it thrilled me that she was still silently playing along with the tease that it would be my father’s decision to let me have her without condoms again. Or not.

The truth was, I didn’t really see myself actually asking him. I knew that in another

week or so, we were going to go visit him, and attend a tailgate party with his co-workers, at which my wife was going to present herself again as his girlfriend.

Did I really expect my father to look at me and say something like: “I think that’s a fine thing, son. I think it’s high time you take on the responsibility of raising a child”? And then to place one arm around my precious wife’s shoulders, and the other hand on her belly, and add, “But do you really think you deserve to be the one to put it there?”

No, I couldn’t see that happening. But picturing the scenario — which I couldn’t help but doing, while in the midst of making love to my wife — never failed to cause me to erupt into the condom.

Did I really think my father had that kind of bullishness in him?

No, I didn’t. But then, I had never really imagined that my father had it in him to take advantage of the opportunity to fuck my wife. In his bed. In my bed. On my back patio, while I watched haplessly through the blinds of the guest room where I was ostensibly taking an afternoon nap. Fucking her before and after learning that I was a cuckold; that I had acquiesced in having my penis locked into a cage so that whenever he and my wife were together, he would be the only one of us allowed to have an erection, or a glorious orgasm, deep inside my wife.

My life was pretty fucked up. But I really didn’t think my wife was really, truly, willing to let another man impregnate her. She had never actually acknowledged anything other than the opposite. She had been fucking other men for a couple of years now, and I knew now that we were part of a small but not unheard-of number of couples who played that way. But I still believed her when she told me that, while pregnancy risk was a hot fantasy, that she would never intentionally let another man create a baby inside her.

That, it seemed, was my obsession.

***

One evening we ran into our neighbor Diane at the grocery store. Diane was an extremely attractive 40-something divorcee, who had quite obviously expressed her interest in my father at a neighborhood barbeque the last time he had visited.

That evening, it had occurred to me, as well, that she was actually an ideal partner for my dad. Little did she realize, as she had flirted with him that evening, that he was already fucking the pretty younger woman who was remaining near his side, his own daughter-in-law.

Let alone that the next day, he would take her lascivious teenaged daughter on a “date,” and ejaculate into the girl’s precociously skilled mouth.

My heart pounded as the three of us chatted amiably, thinking that this poor lovely smitten woman was in fact almost as pathetic as I was. Until, as we parted, she innocently offered, “Well, tell your dad I said hi.”

“I’ll tell him next time I see him,” Michelle replied.

I glanced quickly at Diane’s face, over to Michelle’s in time to see her wink at me, and back to Diane, to see if it had registered on her that my wife had said “next time I see him,” not “next time we see him.” The subtle acknowledgment that she saw him more frequently than I did; that she saw him alone,* and naked, while underneath him, on a regular basis. It didn’t appear that Diane had noticed. But it gave me a weird thrill nonetheless.

***

The following weekend Michelle started maltepe escort her period, right on time. She made a little show of sauntering into the kitchen and handing me her fresh package of next month’s birth control pills, to “dispose of properly.”

Birth control, she was telling me, was out of her hands. The thought made my cock swell in my pants.

I set them aside. Flushing them down the toilet or the garbage disposal would be an appropriately dramatic gesture; but I knew well enough that Michelle wouldn’t approve of adding them to the water supply. I had read about these things before. Maybe I would put bury them in a coffee can full of kitty litter.

Maybe I would take them to my dad’s house next weekend and let him do the honors.

Because we were still scheduled to spend next weekend with my father, attending a tailgating party before a college football game with his friends and co-workers. It would be the second time she had appeared at an event on his arm, earning him the admiration and jealousy of his colleagues — the stunningly attractive, much younger woman that John Donovan had scored. And, no doubt, scored with.*

And I would be there as the third wheel, the obedient son, the confirmation that John’s new lady friend was not some shameful secret, but that she was in fact the acknowledged new woman in his life.

Then we would go back to his one-bedroom apartment. The three of us. We would have dinner, watch TV, play a board game. And would we then have the talk, let him know that we were going to start trying to have a family?

Who does that? How many couples our age inform their parents that they’re going to “start trying,” rather than waiting until the pregnancy was safely underway to share the good news?

But then again, with how many couples was the wife already fucking her father-in-law on a regular basis? Let alone, having informed him, and her husband, that the

older man “owned her pussy?”

My life was fucked up. And I was addicted to it.

And given all that, what would the sleeping arrangements be that night? Who would get the bedroom, and who would get the couch? It seemed like something we should address. But I was avoiding the subject, and so, seemingly, was she.

I also knew, whether my dad did or not, that she had stopped taking her birth control pills already. And I knew, good and well, that that was an iffy proposition. Many women, perhaps most women, don’t immediately start ovulating again the first month after having been on the pill for a few years. But on the other hand, some women ovulate almost immediately.

If my dad didn’t know… if my dad didn’t know; it thrilled me to consider that my wife may have shared that news, or even that decision, with him before me… it did seem that he had embraced his role in our kinky game. He would know, all day on Saturday in front of his friends, that his son’s penis was locked away in a chastity cage, silently acknowledging his own pre-eminence when it came to penetrating and inseminating his daughter-in-law. He had already come into my home and fucked her in my bed. I could definitely imagine that he was already looking forward to assigning me to the couch and taking her behind the closed door of his own bedroom.

But would he still play that dangerous game, if he knew that she had stopped using birth control? Had she told him already? Was that my job?

Don’t ask, don’t tell, I was deciding.

I was going to leave it up to her. And to him.

***

I had a fund-raising event on Friday night, so our trip to my dad’s house didn’t get underway until Saturday morning. Thank goodness for 3:30 PM kickoffs. We would have plenty of time to get to dad’s, drive together to the stadium, and spend an hour or two socializing. And even though the prospects of standing off to the side and watching my wife on my father’s arm in public made me a little sick to my stomach, I was nonetheless looking forward to it. As well as to whatever happened afterwards.

It turned out to be a perfect early-fall afternoon, not actually warming up until well after the grills were going and the beer was flowing. As anticipated, the crowd greeted my father warmly, and welcomed Michelle back into their midst. They also welcomed me. I had only met a few of them before. Everyone knew John had a son my age. It just made it that much more intriguing to his co-workers that he also had a girlfriend his son’s age. But there was no reason for anyone to put two and two together.

We had been there a good half-hour when a man about my own age sidled up to me while my wife and my dad were off chatting with another group. I took an instant disliking to him. He was a little too tanned, a little too toned, a little too cocky for my taste. Just the kind of guy that my wife used to tease me with — not because that washer type, but just because she knew how it made me stew.

“Ryan, is it? Jeremy,” manavgat escort he re-introduced himself, extending his cup of beer to tap against mine. I acknowledged him and reciprocated.

“So, how well do you know your dad’s girlfriend?” he asked me after a moment.

“Umm… we’ve met a few times,” I answered, warily.

“She’s something else, isn’t she?” he continued, taking a sip of his beer.

“Uh huh.”

“I mean, God, look at the ass on that babe. Didn’t know old John Donovan had it in him.”

I cleared my throat to let him know I didn’t approve. Even though I could feel my cock getting thicker inside my cage.

“So what’s the deal with the wedding ring? You know?”

I took a second to consider my response. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“I mean, it’s a real topic of conversation in the break room. Your dad’s all of a sudden got this girlfriend, from out of town; turns out she’s half his age, drop-dead gorgeous; shows up to the office party in a painted-on dress and a wedding band on her left hand. Your dad’s banging a married woman, isn’t he?”

I glared at Jeremy; but I felt the cage biting into the neck of my genitals as I heard him hitting the nail on the head.

“Not really… our business…” I muttered, and hid my face in my solo cup.

“Yeah, I mean, apparently Brian asked him and he said she’s separated, but I don’t know, man. I’ve dated some separated women and they always took their rings off, at least on dates. I think she’s cheating on her husband and wants everyone to know it.”

“Look — Jeremy, is it? — I don’t think…”

“Poor sap, back home, taking care of the kids, while she’s over here boffing a guy old enough to be her father. She got kids?”

“No,” I answered, figuring I couldn’t play too ignorant.

“Even better,” he mused. I wasn’t even sure what he meant by that, but my imagination could run with it. He was talking about how sweet and tight my wife’s childbirth-free pussy must feel as it pulsed around my father’s naked cock inside her.

“You know, Jeremy, I think you need…”

“Take it easy, I won’t say anything. But I’m just telling you what everyone’s thinking.” He took another drink and grinned at me.

“Or maybe he does know. Maybe she’s a hotwife, and he’s a cuck.”

I stifled a cough and shifted my weight, trying to adjust to the growing discomfort between my legs.

“Maybe he’s back home jacking off all weekend to the thought. Or maybe he can’t. Maybe she’s got him locked up in one of those chastity cages.”

I was afraid that my face was turning red. And I was taking too long to come up with a reply.

“What? It happens, you know.” He took another sip and arched his eyebrows at me. As if to say, “Curious? Does your wife need a ‘bull’? And where is your wife today, by the way?”

Instead, he hit me with, “So what’re they gonna do when he goes to Phoenix?”

“Phoenix?” I asked, confused.

“Yeah. They’re transferring him to the Phoenix office, you know.”

No, I didn’t know. This was news to me. I quickly assumed that Dad was planning on telling us this tonight. Probably why it was so important to him that we both come over this weekend. “I don’t know,” was all I said.

“So maybe >em>you ought to take a crack at her,” he offered. “So to speak. I mean, living in the same town and all. And she’s obviously hot to trot.”

I just scowled. He shrugged.

“Or maybe I will. Hell, I’d drive across two states to get a piece of that.”

I wanted to punch him. But that’s not my style. And I didn’t need to cause trouble for my dad. And I was pretty sure that he hadn’t figured out the whole story.

“I think,” I said, quietly but as sternly as I could muster, “You need to keep your mouth shut.”

“Yeah, yeah, fine, whatever,” he replied, but by then I had turned and walked away from him.

I didn’t want to be too obvious, to go straight to my father and my wife and tattle, give this jerk the proof that he was in fact on the right track. Although I did like to think that maybe my dad had enough juice in the company to get this asshole transferred to Fargo. So I circulated for a few minutes, watching from a distance while he mingled with other pods of co-workers, while my dad stood in another group and chatted with my wife on his arm.

After enough time had passed, I sidled up to their cluster, and just watched them together. As the day had warmed, Michelle had taken off her sweatshirt and tied it around her waist. She wore a white dress shirt with a button-down collar underneath that, very preppy, and tight enough that one wouldn’t have to stare to determine that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

I wasn’t the only man doing exactly that.

When she moved her shoulder, say, to wrap her arm around my father’s waist, the fabric would stretch across the swell of her perfect C-cup breast and a hint of nipple would make itself known. My father was in his şişli escort element, enjoying the conversation and joking with his friends, obviously both pleased to have a beautiful woman at his side, and casually non-plussed by it. Like she belonged there.

Without looking, he reached behind her and hooked his finger through a belt-loop in her jeans and pulled her gently to him, so they were hip-to-hip as they continued chatting. I sighed. I thought of that as one of my moves.

I knew all these people had first met Michelle three weeks ago at a company party where she had worn a form-fitting dress that screamed “sex.” But today she was — they were — the picture of relaxed, domestic compatibility. And my dad was getting ready to move halfway across the country for the next three months. I felt a sudden twitch of sadness.

Eventually the others in the group filtered away, and it was just the three of us. “So,” I ventured, “You guys don’t really want to go the game, do you?”

My dad looked at me quizzically. Michelle stepped in with a response. “Oh, come on. We should at least stay until halftime.”

I smiled in resignation, and nodded. She wasn’t going to let me off the hook that easily. Okay. Two more hours of watching them together in public. Watching her stand and cheer for every first down, watching her perfect breasts bounce up and down inside her white blouse, while every other man watched that, too. And then watched her turn and throw her arms around his neck and kiss him on the cheek. Well, it was two more hours, and my dad deserved it. Yeah, I could deal with that.

***

I asked my dad about Phoenix in the car on the way back to his apartment. As expected, he did acknowledge that it was something he had been waiting to talk about until tonight. From my seat in the back, I glanced at Michelle riding shotgun and she looked back at me and nodded. So, she knew.

“It’s not permanent,” he said. “It’s just for the fourth quarter, they say. They bought a couple new agencies and want me to oversee the conversion to our systems.”

That made sense. I couldn’t help thinking about how this move aligned with our plans to get pregnant. I wondered how long Michelle had known. I wondered which decision had come first.

“Well, congratulations, really,” I offered. “I mean, that’s kind of a new role for you in the company, isn’t it? Kind of… nice.”

“It is,” he agreed. “Better than being put out to pasture.”

Michelle put her hand on his arm. I thought his sentiment and her gesture were completely innocent. But I couldn’t help thinking about the term. Because when racehorses get put out to pasture, it is so they can spend the next few years as a breeding stud.

I had been studiously avoiding bringing up the subject, of whether Michelle was going to stop seeing my father sexually, stop sleeping with other men in general, while we tried to make a baby. I mean, it should be a given, right?

Back at my father’s apartment, we turned on the TV to catch the end of the game we had left. Although my mind was elsewhere.

Eventually Michelle headed into the kitchen and started chopping vegetables for a salad. My dad excused himself to the restroom, and I joined my wife at the kitchen counter.

“So,” I ventured, unable to keep avoiding the question in my head. “Where, um, are you going to be sleeping tonight?”

She turned to me with wide, innocent eyes, but lips which were betraying a devious smile. “Oh, I don’t think there’s any question where I’ll be sleeping tonight,” she said softly. “What you’re wondering is, who will be in there with me?”

I gulped hard and nodded.

“Well, he is the pater familias, remember,” she offered. “Not to mention, the Lord of the Manor.” I grinned at the references, even as I felt my stomach roiling.

“Prima nocta,, right?” she said with a wink. God, she was so wickedly well-read, especially when it came to things that made me weak in the knees. Prima nocta, the mythical, probably apocryphal medieval custom whereby the king or the lord got to exercise his divine right to deflower the bride — any bride — on her wedding night. Before handing her back to her husband.

Well, it wasn’t our wedding night; although in a sense, it was an even more pivotal event in our lives. It was my wife’s first weekend off birth control. It could be our first night of lovemaking with the intention of making a baby. But we were in my father’s home. There was only one bedroom. It belonged to him. And so, apparently, did my wife. At least, that’s what she was telling me, taunting me with. My balls ached beneath the cock cage. I was hopeless.

My dad came into the kitchen at that point, and leaned against the refrigerator, on the other side of Michelle from me. “So, what did I miss?” he asked.

Michelle looked at me and went back to chopping vegetables. I took a deep breath and said, “So… Phoenix. That’s big news.”

He nodded, unenthusiastically.

“Well, Dad, we’ve got some news, too,” I said. “Michelle and I have… decided we’re going to try and start a family.”

I paused. Michelle’s eyes were fixed on the cutting board, still working the knife. My dad’s eyebrows were raised, his eyes momentarily wide. Then I watched one side of his salt-and-pepper moustache twitch as he began to break into a grin.

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“That’s her.” said the man in the shadows, as a gorgeous woman opened the door, exhaling a thick cloud of cigarette smoke before walking into the bar. “She usually comes in on Thursdays looking for a quick hookup.”

“Damn, she’s hot!” said the other man. He looked her over. Long curly red hair that went halfway down her back, and wearing a very revealing tight yellow t-shirt, with no bra on. Her tits weren’t too big, nor too small. They looked perfect. She had on blue jean shorts that looked like they were painted on, and 3″ black high heels. He looked back at the other man and asked “You sure you want me to go through with this? She might not even go for me.” and turned back to look at her again as she found a stool at the bar, and sat.

The man in the shadows looked at him and said “I’m paying you well. You better make sure she goes for you. You’re a good-looking man, but you need to make your move quick. She always finds someone, and never leaves alone. She usually comes in, and within minutes picks someone up and leaves. She can’t go more than 15 minutes without a cigarette, so I know she won’t be here long. I suggest you get over there now. When I see you leaving with her, I’ll slip out the back, and meet you at the place.”

The other man nodded, and made his way over to woman who just sat down at the bar.

He walked up to her and asked “May I buy you a drink?” She looked him up and down, and liked what she saw. He looked to be around 35. He stood about 5’11” with shoulder-length black hair. He had a short mustache and goatee, and piercing blue eyes. He was wearing a slightly too small black Harley-Davidson t-shirt, showing off his bulging muscles, and he had tattoos up and down both arms. Tight jeans with a pretty good sized bulge, and black motorcycle boots completed the ensemble. She gave him a big smile, and nodded her head yes. The man smiled back. He was gorgeous she thought. “My name’s Ron. What can I get you?

“Hi Ron. I’m Debbie. It’s nice to meet you” she said, and shook his hand. He had a firm grip, and she thought she’d love to feel those hands in her increasingly wet smooth pussy. She held on to his hand for a moment as she said “I’d like a Captain and Coke please.” She then released her grip.

Ron leaned in to the bartender, ordered her drink, and a Coors draft for himself. He turned back to Debbie. “So, what brings you in all alone?” he asked her. “Meeting someone?”

The bartender gave them their drinks. She gave Ron a sexy smile, and replied “I think I just met him.” He laughed a little as she took a sip of her drink. Her eyes never left his. They talked for a few minutes. The usual BS. Where are you from. What do you do. Blah blah blah.

Finally, after about 10 minutes, Debbie said “Let’s cut to the chase.” He raised his eyebrows as he took a swig of his second beer. “I’m looking to blow someone. If you’re up to it.” She looked a little harder at his jeans. Her eyes went a little wide as she saw the front of his pants start to stick out. She casually rubbed her hand lightly across the front of his jeans, and felt his cock jump a little. She smiled at him.

“Only blow?” he asked. “I was hoping for a little more.” he said as he turned a little, and casually rubbed his hand along her firm tits. She gave a sharp inhale, and her nipples started jutting out.

A few seconds later after she caught her breath, she reluctantly replied “I’m supposed to meet my boyfriend shortly. There’s a movie he’s been wanting us to watch for quite a while now. I’m sorry, but I don’t have a lot of time.”

“Boyfriend huh? he asked with a laugh. She shrugged a little. “Does he know you fuck around?”

“I’m a slut, and he’s proud of it.” she replied with a sexy smile.

He grinned, and pulled her hand down to his cock again. He was hard as a rock, and huge from what she could tell. “Are you sure you don’t want to go a little further?”

“Fuck!” she whispered loudly. “How big are you?!” she asked.

“Twelve inches.” Ron casually replied, and finished his beer. “And I really want to feel your tight pussy wrapped around it.” At this, Debbie’s eyes went wide, and she started squirming on the bar stool.

“I’ve never had someone that big before. I guess I could be a little late.” Deb replied after thinking for a moment. “He’ll understand. The movie’s not going anywhere.” she said with a big smile. “Just let me text him to let him know I may be a few hours.” She pulled out her phone, and typed quickly. She dropped her phone in her purse without waiting for a response. She looked back up into his sexy eyes “Ready when you are.” she said with a smile.

Ron smiled back “Good. Let’s go, and I’ll drive.” he said. He threw some bills on the bar, and nodded to the bartender. He stood, and offered his hand to Deb to help her up. She accepted with another smile. As they were heading out, he looked towards the back of the bar, and saw the rear door closing.

As they stepped out, Debbie paused and pulled out her cigarettes. “I need izmir escort a smoke before we leave, if that’s ok?” she said as she put the Marlboro Red 100 in the right corner of her mouth and lit up. She sucked it hard, and inhaled deeply. She waited a few seconds before exhaling a thick stream of creamy smoke. He watched her and liked what he saw.

He pulled out his own and said “You can smoke in the car if you want.” as he lit up his Marlboro Red short.

She smiled at him, and took another huge drag as he opened the door of his ’69 Mustang for her. She thanked him and exhaled into his face slowly, and then kissed him passionately. He returned the kiss, grabbed her ass, and pulled her in tight. He rubbed his huge 12″ cock against her, and she moaned audibly.

Debbie reluctantly pulled away from him, took yet another deep drag, and said “Let’s get going! The sooner I feel that cock in me, the better!” and he laughed a little as she exhaled.

The ride to his place took about 15 minutes. He lived in a shady part of town, that Debbie normally would have avoided. A lot of bars, rundown houses, and hookers on every other corner. She was becoming a little nervous.

“So… why were you at Pete’s Place?” she asked, as she took a huge drag off another cigarette. “I’ve never seen you there before, and believe me, I would have noticed.” She exhaled, and flicked her butt out the window. “I mean, there are plenty of bars in this neighborhood.”.

Ron sure as hell didn’t want to tell her that he was hired to pick her up, and take her back to his place for a little fun for himself, and a lot of pain and punishment for her. He thought quickly, and replied “Have you seen these bars?” and laughed. “Just because I live around here doesn’t mean I want to socialize with the locals. Ya know?” she nodded in understanding. Whew, that was close he said to himself.

A minute later they pulled up in front of what looked like a small rundown warehouse. There was a sign out front that said ‘Ron’s Motorcycle Repair’. She looked at him again. “Believe it or not, it’s a lot nicer inside.” he said with a chuckle. “I own the building. Repair shop down here, and I live on the second floor. Come on. I’ll give you the grand tour.” he said as he exited his car. He ran around and opened the door for Debbie, and helped her out.

She smiled again at him. “Such a gentleman.” Debbie said to him with a sexy smile. If she only knew…

“I have an entrance to my place on the side, but we’ll go through the shop. There’s an entrance there as well. That way you can see most everything, and we’ll end at my apartment.” he said with a wink.

“Most everything?” Deb asked.

“Well, I don’t wanna bore you.” he said, and laughed. He walked up to the front door of the repair shop, and unlocked it. He ushered her in, and showed her around the shop. There was a sales department as well as the repair shop. It was a fairly tidy place. Not as nice as a Harley showroom, but it looked like it served its purpose.

He led her up the steps to his apartment. He unlocked the door, and waited for her to go in. It was like walking into a whole new world. Nice furniture and carpeting. Very well decorated, and not at all gaudy. Oil paintings on the walls, and a beautiful brick fireplace. Very clean and tidy. She stood in awe.

“This is gorgeous!” she said. “You weren’t kidding when you said it was nicer on the inside!” she said as she whirled around, looking at the room. He laughed a little, and lit up another cigarette. She followed his lead, and lit up one as well. She walked around the living room looking at the paintings, and taking deep drag after drag. “Show me the rest of the apartment!” she said excitedly after a moment.

He showed her around. After the living room, he showed her the kitchen (not even a dirty dish in the sink), and then the dining room. He took her down the hall, and showed her the guest bathroom. Next to the bathroom was the laundry room. Across the hall there was the guest bedroom, that was as nicely decorated as the rest of the apartment. Another spare bedroom next to that was set up as a music studio. Guitars, drums, keyboards etc… All of the rooms were of a pretty good size. Last but not least, he led her into the master bedroom. There was a king-sized bed that looked very comfortable. Debbie smiled at Ron. He didn’t smile back, but instead studied her face for a moment.

There were two separate sets of doors. The first set had two doors, and she opened them to reveal a walk-in closet. Debbie turned quickly, and said “I would kill to have something like this!” and she laughed a little. She walked back out, and closed the doors. She saw an ashtray by the bed, and went over to it to put out her cigarette.

She then walked over to next door, and tried to open it, but it was locked. “What’s in here?” she asked with a smile. He didn’t answer, but continued to stare st her. Her smile faltered a little. “If kahramanmaraş escort you don’t want to tell me, it’s fine.”

After a few seconds he said “It’s my… workout room. Would you like to see it?”

“Sure! The only workouts I do though are sexual.” she said and laughed again.

“We can have sex in there. And more.” Ron said with a bit of a dark grin. “Besides weights, a treadmill, and all the other usual stuff, I have one or two other things that make working out… fun.”

Debbie smiled, and said “Well now you have my curiosity aroused. Along with a few other parts of me.”

He stood still for about five seconds, before pulling out his keys. He went over and unlocked the door, and ushered her in. It was pretty dark, so she couldn’t see a whole lot. He shut the door behind him, and locked it again with his key. It was pitch black, but Deb heard the key. She got nervous again. “Can you turn on the lights?” she asked.

“In a moment.” he replied. “The switch by the door needs to be fixed. There’s another one on the far wall.” He grabbed her arm not too gently, and pulled her to the far side of the room.

“Hey, not so hard!” Deb said. He gave no answer.

When they got to the other side of the room, he flipped on the light. The room had wood paneling and unfinished floors. Debbie was standing next a wall that had shackles hanging from the ceiling. They hung about six feet from the floor, and were slowly swaying back and forth. She stared at them for a moment, and then looked down to the floor below the cuffs. There were two shackles attached to the wall about three feet apart, and about six inches from the floor. She looked slowly around the room, and saw the weight bench, the treadmill and what looked like a very uncomfortable waist-high bench with a stockade attached. At the bottom of the bench were more shackles. There was also a table with a few more shackles attached to that as well. There were ropes with hooks on the end hanging from the ceiling over the table. She looked at another wall, and saw a few different sized whips hanging, along with some very large dildos, a couple of magic wands, and a riding crop. There were a few other toys sitting on a shelf. Hanging a few feet away was what looked like a sex swing. And in the corner, a toilet, a hand sink, and a refrigerator.

“What the hell is all this?!” she asked very nervously. She reached in her bag and pulled out her cigarettes. She lit up, and took a few double and triple pumps.

“It’s my workout room” he replied in a serious tone.

“Not sure this is the kind of workout I want.” said Debbie with a nervous laugh, and took another double pump drag.

“I don’t really give a fuck what you want.” said Ron, and got an awful grin on his face. Deb got scared, and ran towards the door, forgetting that it was locked. Ron walked over, and grabbed her. She shoved her lit cigarette into his arm, and he yelled out in pain. “You Bitch!” he screamed and slapped her so hard, that she fell to the floor. She laid there in a daze. He crushed out her dropped cigarette with his foot, leaned down, picked her up, and took her back across the room. He laid her down not very gently, pulled her shirt off, and then her pants. He left her 3″ heels on. He thought it would be hot watching her chained to the wall wearing only those.

Ron picked her back up, and put her against the wall. He lifted one hand, and attached one shackle to her wrist, and then the other shackle to the other wrist. He spread her legs apart as she was coming out of her daze. She started kicking and screaming as loud as she could. He slapped her other cheek. Not quite as hard, but it shut her up.

“No one will hear you. Trust me on that. These walls are soundproof. Don’t fight me again, or it’s gonna be a lot worse than it’s already going to be.” he said as he smiled at her. He grabbed her leg, and pulled it to the side, so he could attach the first shackle. Then he did the same for the other leg.

“Could I have a cigarette? I think I really need one.” Debbie asked. Ron laughed at her.

“After that little stunt? I don’t think so. It’s going to be quite awhile until you have another smoke.” He replied. That scared her almost as much as not knowing what he was about to do. She looked around nervously. “Smoking is the last thing you’ll be thinking about in a few minutes.” he said. “Or maybe not.” he said after thinking for a moment. He grinned, pulled out his cigarettes, and lit up. Then he exhaled a thick cloud slowly in her face. She was not at all happy.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked. “What did I do to you?” she was almost crying at this point.

Ron answered “Me? Nothing. I never saw you before today. But a friend of mine knows you, and he wanted me to do some payback for him. He paid me well to see that I do. He’ll be here shortly. Along with a few other surprises.” At that, he started laughing.

“Who is it?” Debbie asked. manavgat escort “Who would want to do this to me?” and tears started rolling down her face.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Ron said, and headed for the wall where the toys were hanging. He grabbed a magic wand, and came back over to Deb. “You ever squirted before?” he asked her.

She shook her head no. “Not that I haven’t tried. I just never seem to be able to get to that point.”

“You’re will today. It may kill you, but you will.” He smiled, and plugged in the wand. He took another drag, and slowly exhaled it into her face. She was very nervous, and was starting to have serious withdrawals. He turned the wand on low, and put it up against her clit. She started bucking almost immediately. He held it for about 15 seconds before pulling it away. She was breathing heavily. He repeated the process again and again. She started cumming after a few minutes, and she begged him to stop. He was relentless though, and just kept doing it over and over. She came again. She just wanted to collapse but the chains and shackles prevented that. He finally stopped after about 10 minutes.

“Please I need a cigarette!” she was begging. Ron just started laughing again.

“No, but thanks for reminding me that I need one.” was his reply. She started sobbing. “Aww you poor thing.” he said mocking her. He lit up, inhaled deeply, and blew it in her face. He did it a few more times.

As he was finishing up, his cell phone rang. “Yeah… Where are you?… No, I said left at the light. Not right… Yeah, 1391 is the address… Yes we’re here, and I’ve already started… No I haven’t done too much… I left the front door unlocked. Just knock on the door when you get into the bedroom. I’ll let you in.” he said and hung up.

“Your friend is on his way.” he said to Debbie with a smile. “Seems he took a wrong turn, but he should be here in just a few minutes. I’ll give you a break until then.” He lit up another cigarette, and kept exhaling slowly into her face over and over. This was becoming pure torture for her.

Right as he put his cigarette out, there was a knock. Ron smiled at Debbie, and walked over to unlock the door. When he opened it, Deb’s jaw dropped.

“Al?! What the fuck?! You’re behind all of this?! Why?!” she was practically screaming at him. He smiled at her.

“Payback is a bitch… Slut.” he said calmly. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one up. He stepped up to her “You pretty much fucked up my life with that little stunt last weekend, when your friend Brenda came to visit. Making me fuck Bob in his ass, and forcing me to become a smoker?! What the actual fuck were you thinking?!” he screamed in her face. He took a drag and exhaled it quickly.

“I… I’m sorry! I lost control! Once I started, I couldn’t stop! Please believe me, I am so sorry!” she was crying hard at this point.

Al continued his tirade “Linda came home earlier than expected Sunday. The house reeked of cigarettes, and she found me jacking off to gay porn. She threw me out on my ass! I couldn’t tell her what happened though! She filed for divorce two days ago. I have nothing now thanks to you! Except a 2 pack a day smoking habit, and I can’t stop thinking about fucking guys in their ass! So, thanks for that!”

Debbie didn’t know what to say at this point. She looked at him for a minute. “I’m sorry. I really am.” was all she could come up with.

“Not good enough Slut.” said Al calmly. “You’re going to pay for what you’ve done.” He looked at Ron. “Please continue.” he said to him. Deb looked at him in horror.

Ron smiled, and turned back on the wand. He set it on the highest setting this time, and put it against her clit again. She was bucking harder than before. He pulled it off just before she was about to cum again. He waited until she stopped squirming, and did it again. And again. And again. Al watched her, and smiled while he smoked. After 15 minutes, Ron finally let her cum. She screamed in pleasure and agony, and was convulsing. She was soaking wet, but still hadn’t squirted. Ron took a 10-minute break, and grabbed a cold beer for Al and himself from the refrigerator he had in the corner. He grabbed a towel, went over to Debbie, and wiped her face and breasts. She was shaking and sweating profusely. She needed a cigarette badly.

Ron said “Let’s try something different.” and undid the shackles at her feet. She drooped as far as she could go, but her wrist shackles wouldn’t let her drop all the way to the floor. He let her hang there for a few minutes before holding her up, and releasing her wrists. She tried to drop, but he easily held her, picked her up, and carried her over to the table. He laid her down on her back, and attached her wrists to the shackles at the top of the table. He pulled her knees up, and hogtied each leg with rope, so she couldn’t put them back down. She looked like she was ready to do sit ups. He then pulled her legs up so her feet were in the air, and attached the ropes on her legs to the hooks on the ropes hanging from the ceiling. Her legs were spread wide, and she couldn’t pull them together. Her pussy and ass were easily accessible. He removed her heels, and threw them over where her clothes were laying. Deb felt a bit of relief when he took them off. In a moment, she was going to wish they were still on.

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Big Dave Chronicles: The Birthday Boss!

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I have gotten lots of suggestions for stories, so I have created this series of stories all with the same characters, but with each story being independent. Think of them as parallel universes, where Dave is king every time, but the stories have different paths and different outcomes.

These stories will include cuckolding, submission, bi-sexuality, incest and other themes that some don’t approve of. If that is you, hit the back button and go find something you do want to read. Don’t comment, just move on. No one cares you don’t like the theme; it obviously wasn’t written for you.

For those that do like these themes, enjoy! I love to get comments and feedback on the story itself, my writing, and your reaction to the characters. And additional story suggestions are welcome too.

In this Big Dave story, Sarah and Dave, who is Tim’s boss, cuckold Tim on his birthday. Poor Tim is locked in chastity as he witnesses his boss become the man who gets the birthday present he cannot receive. There is hot sex and strong humiliation, so, Dave, Sarah, and Tim all have a happy birthday!

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Happy birthday to me. I think. I turn 42 today and it will be the most amazing and most challenging birthday of my life. I look over at my wife. She is my birthday present. Or at least she is the present that will be given on my birthday. She looks beautiful. Her ring hangs against her chest. It is a powerful reminder of what was going to happen tonight. I struggle as my emotions phase back and forth between excitement and terror. My wife has a date tonight. The date is intended to be an overnight one, and I am the one who introduced her to the man who is going to officially make me a cuckold on this overnight date. Moving her ring from her finger to her chest is just one of the gifts my wife has in store for me. I am her cuckold wannabe, and this birthday is going to change that to a cuckold for real.

While I am all over the place emotionally, Sarah, my wife, seems calm and comfortable. She got ready slowly but purposefully and just five minutes ago I took her wedding ring off her finger, slipped it on a gold chain, and put it around her neck. After I did so, she leaned in and kissed my cheek, “Happy Birthday, my love.” We are now just waiting for Dave to pick her up. She looks hot but is acting cool.

She is wearing a black V-neck sweater that is cut low enough to show off her cleavage and give her ring a noticeable position on her upper chest. She is wearing a pair of jeans I had helped her pick out, finally convincing her the smaller pair fit her best. And below the jeans are a mid-cut pair of black boots best described as fuck-me shoes. And the fact that the agenda of the date includes that activity makes them just about the hottest footwear I have ever seen.

But, for as hot as she looks, she is cool as could be. She told me about an hour ago when she showed me the sexy black bra and panty set she was wearing, that it surprised her how ready she was for this. I was happy for her, I was excited to see her hot lingerie, but I am now a bit shocked at how comfortable she is in the moment before a man comes to pick her up in order to spend the night seeing and then taking off that sexy lingerie. How is she so calm?

As we wait, she walks up and kisses me on the cheek and with her hand, squeezes my caged dick. “I bet you wish you hadn’t agreed to chastity!”

But I had. In fact, I was the one who suggested it and convinced my wife to be my keyholder. I have been mostly locked away for the last six months. In fact, it has been chastity that has been Sarah’s gateway drug to cuckolding me. It isn’t a hard leap for an attractive woman with a healthy sex drive to move to cucking her husband when the husband has taken his dick out of the equation.

“Tonight is about your enjoyment and my enjoyment will be sharing in that and facing the emotional turmoil of the evening.”

Sarah smiles at me, I know a tease is coming next. “What, your wife having an overnight date with your boss, on your birthday involves turmoil for you?”

Yes, her date is with the man I work for and yes today is my birthday, and yes it involves significant turmoil. She keeps the tease going.

“I would think going to work Monday knowing your boss slept with your wife over the weekend would be the turmoil point. I mean how humiliating will that be when your work mates ask how your birthday weekend was and all you can think about is that the man who is the boss of all of you fucked your wife on your birthday! Now that is going to be high turmoil!”

She isn’t wrong. Monday will be hard, but the two of them have been planning this evening for a while and Dave had been having fun reminding me of that at work most days. Dave has especially enjoyed that it is my birthday and has been calling this date night his big gift for a couple of weeks.

But gümüşhane escort I am glad it is Dave that will cuckold me. He is a true alpha man and his engagement with my wife has already sent her confidence sky high. I introduced them at a company social event and noticed the immediate spark between them. The spark hit me hard, and I purposefully left them alone as often as I could that first evening.

When Sarah and I got home she took me to the bedroom, stripped herself and told me to orally pleasure her. I was 3 weeks into a six-week chastity session so real sex was off the table. But I jumped into action and as she assuredly fantasized about Dave, I pleasured her with my tongue, lips, and hands. Sarah exploded into an orgasm that I knew I had caused physically, but Dave had caused mentally.

The next day at work Dave mentioned how much he had enjoyed meeting my wife and said they had exchanged texts so they could stay in touch. He told me this to challenge me and I responded by being the natural submissive and the serious cuck wannabe.

“I am sure she will enjoy texting with you.”

And with those nine words their affair started. Tonight, will be the final building block of their relationship as they add sex to the mix, but it was the texting that first bonded them to each other and cemented my status as the soon to be cuckold.

“That is good to hear,” was his response. Then he added, “I will be sure to let her know that you approve.”

As he said that he walked away from my cube, and I could see him texting. I was sure it was with Sarah, and it made my dick push hard against my cage.

Over the next month Dave and Sarah went from spark to flame and both found they enjoyed teasing me about it. And the reality was I loved that teasing. Part of my strong cuckold desires included the humiliation of knowing another man was my wife’s sexual partner and even preferred sex partner. And while they weren’t quite there yet, all three of us knew that was where they were headed.

Twice they had dates, one lunch and one dinner. The dinner ended with Sarah making out with Dave in his car in our driveway as he dropped her off. He had obviously let his hands do some wandering too as her nipples were rock hard when she came in.

After that the texting got serious and soon this date was planned. Sarah warned me ahead of time that she anticipated a sexual end to the evening and that future evenings would follow. She also warned me that she flat out liked Dave and found him compelling and that sleeping with him was likely going to lead her to being fully involved with him. My husband side screamed for me to say no, but my cuckold side screamed louder and eventually won the day. I told her I wanted her to be happy and satisfied and that if Dave was who she wanted to be with, I would not just accept it, but would support it.

The doorbell chimes, and it is time. Sarah looks at me and says, “please go welcome Dave.” So I go to the door and open it. He smiles at me and says, “Happy birthday! Man I can’t wait to unwrap your gift!” He laughs, I do too. It is well-played and the reality is I am looking forward to that unwrapping also. I show him into our living room, and Sarah comes out and walks up to him, and, without hesitation, leans up and kisses him on the lips. She then says to him, “I am greatly looking forward to this evening.”

He puts his hand around the back of her head and pulls her in and kisses her again but this time they stay kissing for a while, and then, when they finally break the kiss, he says, ” I am looking forward to this evening and the many that will follow. You look beautiful tonight and I look forward to an amazing evening.”

Sarah’s confidence swells, and she actually steps back and spins her self around and said, “my husband helped me pick out the outfit, or at least the parts you can see, what do you think? Did he make his wife look good for her big date tonight?”

If I were asked to describe Dave as a boss, I would probably use one word which would be bold. He made bold decisions. He made each of us work at a level higher than we were used to, but somehow you felt good about doing it. So, his bold move was just Dave being Dave. He closes the gap between he and my wife and runs his hand down her shoulder, over her breast, and then down across her waist into the back and squeezes her ass and says, “I like what he picked out for you to wear on his birthday, and I like it even better that I’m going to be the one who takes it off of you tonight.”

Then he looks at me and says, “you’ve done well stepping aside so your wife and I could launch our relationship and I just wanna tell you you’re gonna stay on the sidelines for a long time because your wife’s amazing and I plan to have a long satisfying relationship with her and it’s going to start tonight. I am going to make love to your wife. In fact, I am going to make love to her right hatay escort now. I want you to direct us to your bedroom and then wait out here. You want to be a submissive cuck according to your wife, so be that right now, right here, and take me to your bedroom and present your wife to me. It is time to get this birthday party started!”

I am completely shocked. I stand motionless and speechless. But then Sarah speaks.

“You didn’t think this through babe. You wanted to be in chastity and thought of it as a game. You wanted me to cuck you with a man, and still thought of it as a game. But then you introduced me to your boss, a strong man, a man with dignity and will, and you expected it still be a game. Well, the game has begun, and Dave just made a one move checkmate. So, take us to the bedroom and pass your wife over to the man who is going to be the winner of this game. And unless Dave objects, I want you to stay in the room and witness a real man reminding me I am a real woman who has sexual needs that require a working dick and a strength you no longer possess. I want you to watch as I become exclusively his. Lead the way babe, the game just got real and since it is your birthday, we will let you watch!”

Sarah points at the corridor to the bedroom. I am so stunned I am still speechless, but I start to move and walk towards the corridor. I realize they are still both standing there, and I say, “please follow me.”

The three of us go to the bedroom and Sarah takes a position next to me. She looks at me with conviction in her eyes. “Now present your wife to the man who is about to move to the prime-time slot! Be a chastised cuck and give your wife to a real man, who also happens to be your boss.”

I speak slowly but the words came out. “Dave, will you please take my wife and make her happy.” Dave decides he will make me work for it.

“I will accept the gift of your wife on your birthday as long as you accept one fundamental rule, and this rule is not negotiable. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“The Rule: complete obedience. You will do what we command without hesitation and with enthusiasm. And this applies to whatever we tell you and is never debatable. To start that, my first command is you will have zero sex or sexual contact with your wife until her and I change our minds about that.”

And my wife jumps in, “and my first command is you will handle all house duties. You will do all the cleaning and laundry and always be available to take care of my needs at home. I want to live as a queen, and you will always prioritize and act on that. Do you understand your first two rules?”

“Yes. I understand”

“That’s good my little chastity boy, now pass me over to Dave so he can make me a happy woman and add cuckold to your titles!”

And that is what I do. There is no hesitation, they start to mate. I witness two people who have a great deal of built-up energy for each other. They immediately start to kiss and undress each other. About halfway through their disrobing Dave looks over at me and issues another command.

“Strip fully naked and sit over there. Say nothing and watch as your wife gets the pleasure she deserves and the pleasure you forfeited when you put that silly cage on your dick.”

I excitedly do as Dave commands. Why? Because the way the evening is playing out is a cuckold’s dream. A strong man is bringing out the dominant side in my wife while humiliating me AND this is all done with me directly involved.

As I sit on the side chair in our bedroom, I watch as both Dave and Sarah get naked and she positions herself on her back, spreads her legs and invites Dave to take her.

“Fuck me Dave! Fuck me hard! I have been waiting for this for weeks. Show my husband how a real man does it and make me cum!”

And for the next 30 minutes I watch all of that. How does a man last that long? It is incredible. Dave makes Sarah cum twice and absolutely redefines what great sex is for her. How do I know? Because she was a vocal recipient of Dave’s efforts and most of her vocalizations were related to how good it feels, how much better it feels, and how he has a green light to fuck her again ANY time he wants.

While Dave consummates his dominant position as my wife’s preferred lover, I push against my cage with a level of pressure that is both painful and pleasurable. I am so amazingly aroused both physically and mentally, but at the same time both of those levels are also torturous. So once again it is a cuckold’s dream.

As my wife screams out that she is cumming a second time and is panting and partially crying with pleasure, Dave starts to absolutely slam his superior cock as deep as it will go and the two of them explode into possibly the most powerful joint climax ever witnessed. And being the one who witnesses it actually makes me cum thru my cage.

While their climaxes are triumphant and powerful, mine can best ısparta escort be described as leaking. I push as hard as possible against my cage and my cum leaks out of my dick. No ultimate moment of pleasure, just a dull ache of a finish where my hand and cage get sticky. The contrast is incredible. Dave and Sarah have achieved something historic and I simply dirty myself.

Dave keeps a slow post climax rhythm going and he and Sarah eventually came back to earth. He pulls out and lays next to her and they cuddle as big spoon and little spoon. Sarah looks over at me and the mess I have made and laughs. “Looks like the birthday boy enjoyed that almost as much as we did. It looks like he made a mess. I am not sure I have ever seen something so pathetic!”

I burn in humiliation but that just causes my dick to strain against its cage. Dave joins in the fun.

“I am not sure I can ever look at him and not see that. I guess the good news is I don’t have to worry about your husband trying to reassert himself. There is no way he can ever be considered a man again. He’s just a little 42 year old boy who made a mess.”

Dave pulls Sarah against him and starts to play with her breasts. “Why don’t we send little cucky boy away, I want to make love to you before we head out on our date.”

Sarah doesn’t hesitate. “You heard him birthday boy, leave us so we can have adult fun. Then I am going to put back on my sexy outfit and go be seen with my new man. Leave your clothes here, go clean the kitchen or something and remind yourself how pathetic you are.”

As she finishes saying that she rolls to face Dave and says, “Take me again! Make love to me and I will be yours entirely!”

They start to kiss and as I exit the bedroom the final sight is Dave entering my wife and Sarah throwing her head back in pleasure. As I walk down the hallway I hear my wife moan with a passion I have never heard before.

I get to the kitchen and am frozen. I am naked except my socks and my cage, and I have sticky cum all over me. My wife and boss are in the throes of perfect sex, and my instructions are to clean the kitchen. So that is what I do. I wash my hands and then unload the dishwasher and reload the few dishes in the sink. I start to scrub the sink and soon I am engulfed in my work.

“You missed a spot!”

I am startled to hear Dave’s voice. He laughs and says, “Your wife is cleaning up and packing a weekend bag. She is going to stay with me thru Monday. I just want you to know, the obedience rule, that wasn’t just an in the moment thing, it was our birthday present to you and it is one you are going to keep and cherish! Both Sarah and I expect complete obedience at all times. You are going to get to be the cuckold you have always wanted to be, but we will determine how that plays out. You will obey fully, or I will simply take Sarah away from you completely. And you know I can, and you know I will. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Good, so while we spend an incredible weekend together, I want you to say thank you to your wife by cleaning this house from top to bottom and doing everything on your house to do list. I want you to work tirelessly all birthday weekend and never forget your wife is happy with me and you have the privilege of adding a small amount to that happiness by being her house boy all weekend. Let me hear you commit to being her obedient and loyal house boy while she spends the weekend with her real man!”

“I will take care of it. Thank you for taking care of her.”

Sarah comes into the room just as I say that.

“Oh, he is just getting started taking care of me. I expect a whole weekend of care! Close, intimate, body shaking care. And dinner. I am hungry! Dave, take me out somewhere very public and be my man, then take me to your condo and finish making me your woman.”

She then turns to me and said, “clean the house, don’t clean the house, this weekend I will be too damn happy to care. You are my chastised cuck and Dave is my man, and as long as my man takes me as his, I don’t care what you do! Actually ignore that last part,” she then comes over to me and leans into me and says playfully, but seriously too, “Clean the house, clean it well, if you don’t, the chance of you making it to your 43rd birthday without ever getting unlocked is going to go WAY up!”

She laughs and spins back to Dave. “Take me and make me happy. You are off to a glorious start, and this is going to be possibly the best birthday weekend of my life, and it’s not even my birthday!”

They both laugh, and she grabs his hand and pulls Dave towards the door with genuine excitement. It is amazing to see her that buoyant and happy.

Just before they exit, Dave looks back and says, “Be obedient!” I nod with enthusiasm and watch them depart. The last thing I see is Dave’s hand slide down to cup my wife’s ass as they exit. I sigh and smile. This evening could not have been more perfect from a cuckold perspective, and I am going to clean the shit out of the house and get everything done on my to do list and come Monday I am going to sit and listen to my wife share every detail of her hot weekend with my boss. That is the one birthday present she promised me and I couldn’t wait to receive it! As I open the cabinet with the cleaning supplies, I see a note from Sarah.

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PART II

The gong sounded three times, and then the second Devotee, a determined red-haired woman with a wiry build, confidently stepped forward, picked up the next toy from the Table and straped it on her belt.

Graciously she reached the bench and she also knelt down to worship, using her tongue, the Holy Buttocks of the Man who would soon would be fucking their esteemed Queen Alexandria.

She began fucking him with her tongue and was pleased to hear his moans of pleasure. Once she sensed that he was prepared, she positioned herself behind him, firmly grasped his waist, and gently positioned the tip of her strapon at his rear entrance.

He took a breath. She pushed. Firmly. With a deliberate and confident pace, without any doubt or wavering. He was opening to receive her, deliberately or not.

In no time, he had taken her entire medium-sized strapon. The Man’s beautiful face showed an expression of pain as she withdrew and then moved all the way in again and again.

She found it incredibly arousing that this attractive man appeared so vulnerable beneath her, with sweat dripping down his forehead. The thought of being in complete control of a man twice her size turned her on immensely. She continued to vigorously pleasure him until he reached a loud climax. He couldn’t believe the situation he was experiencing. He was having an orgasm without any physical stimulation to his penis.

The crowd absolutely loved Lena because they have a knack for appreciating a great fuck.

“You’re so hot – cum for us,” they exclaimed, their eyes brimming with passion akin to Maenads. She skillfully maneuvered her strapon, bringing herself to a satisfying climax. As she collapsed onto his back, trembling with pleasure, she allowed the spectators to appreciate the allure of her posterior. She regained her self-control and began spanking him. According to The Regulation, the tradition was to give him at least three. However, there was no maximum limit.

Spank. Spank. Spank. On his right cheek. And then three more to the left. And spank again using both hands. He momentarily ceased to breathe. And then, once more, Spank. Seeing his butt reddening caused her more arousal.

Now she spanked him with both hands with full force once more.

And then she proceeded with the sacred ceremony. She took off the strapon, purified it sensually in her pussy, and then threw it into the cheering crowd. A lucky young girl caught it, jumping higher than the others.

Without hesitation, she also inserted it into her anus, eliciting cheers and playful slaps from the other women. This caused her to blush and resulted in the brunette lady next to her scratching her delicate buttocks with sharp nails, causing them to bleed.

Leda explained to Forever Curious Phaedra that the Rule was clear on that point. It was mentioned that if the Lucky One were to use the Holy Devirginizer in that way, treating herself as a man, then those around her would have the immediate right to treat her as they pleased: spanking her, poking her with fingers or other toys, cursing her, or slapping her. However, this action demonstrated bravery and selflessness, reflecting an attitude of being receptive to the Community and having trust.

Only the bravest individuals made this choice, and despite the apparent humiliation displayed by others, they were held in high regard.

Phaedra, who had traveled through the most perilous regions of the world and prided herself on being a seasoned woman, was shocked. Yet, partially. The lower zonguldak escort part of her was soaking wet. She wish she had the ability to capture photos or record videos. However, she was aware that she couldn’t. Her electronic devices were not working.

Goong. Goong. Goong. Goong. Her train of thought was abruptly disrupted.

The Third Devotee was now stepping onto the platform, and the size of her Strapon, although slightly larger, was now significant. Phaedra was on the brink of another orgasm just from watching the spectacle. She felt ready and willing to fuck anything right then and there in front of everyone.

Hermia, a dark blond woman with a curvaceous figure, took charge of the Stallion and acted generously. She licked him thoroughly, not only to assist him but also because it excited her to pleasure men in that way. She then requested oil from the girls. Thus, the young man’s violated area was slightly softened and calmed down.

Then she assumed her position and began to thrust slowly, savoring every moment of her penetration. His asshole was stretching to accommodate her.

The Devirginizer she had was not the size of fingers, but more similar to a small dick. Things were getting serious.

At times, she would lean down and whisper in his ear, saying things like, “My dear boy, if you don’t get well fucked how are we going to let you fuck all of us?” The Queen represented all the women in the tribe. She kept teasing him, saying things like, “You’re really opening up to us. I’m so proud of you. Keep on”.

She paused briefly, her stunning, ample large ass, whose peau d’orange made her even more charming, trembling, obviously climaxing. Judging by the sounds around her – together with a lot of the spectators.

That Hermia was somehow in tune with the entire community. Later, at the feast, Phaedra was going to be astonished to learn that she was seventy years old, the mother of six children, and in her second month of pregnancy.

So, here’s what happened. Hermia turned away from the crowd and knelt down to purify the strapon. She inserted it deep into her vagina, keeping it there and moving it occasionally, following the Old Tradition. There were hundreds, possibly even thousands, of women who were admiring her, full of awe. As she glanced around, she sensed that there was no power in the entire universe that could rival the strength of this legion of multiorgasmic women reaching climax together.

The Devotee took off the dildo, stood up tall, proudly displaying her magnificent backside, and held it above her head. She made a sudden movement, throwing it into the crowd, like a bride tossing her bouquet, and it landed straight to Phaedra’s chest.

“Aaaaawwwwww” echoed through the community, as if everyone was speaking in unison. The women surrounding her formed a small circle, gazing at her with a blend of curiosity and admiration. Most of them shamelessly focused on her large, Hermia-like ass.

Phaedra didn’t waste any time. She wasn’t sure if there was an inner force driving her, fueling her passion to push the limits in everything she did, or if it was something else in the atmosphere. But as she held the dildo high above her head with her right hand, she untied her belt with her left hand and let her shorts fall, much to the amusement of the onlookers.

She then quickly got down on all fours and started to gently insert the dildo into her anus. She didn’t have to take off her string, she simply moved fethiye escort the little thong aside.

She wanted to prove to the entire village that she was not afraid and that there were women just as daring as them although they belonged to the other side of the world.

She was gradually inserting the head of the dildo into herself, while using her left hand to keep her buttock open for them to see more. They were quite interested and had shown their curiosity rather indiscreetly.

However, Leda, despite her elegant manner and delicate demeanor, displayed a mischievous side. She became enthralled by the sight of Phaedra’s sphincter opening and playfully pushed it all the way in using her foot.

Leda had a devilish smile on her face, while Phaedra, with her face down to the ground, screamed in pain still holding her buttocks. Soon, the pain was replaced by pleasure.

Leda entertained herself by using her foot to push the base of the dildo, causing it to fully enter her victim’s well-trained ass. It came close to getting lost inside her. Phaedra completely lost her dignity as she found herself on all fours, knees on the ground, and her ass pleading for more.

“Fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck me now, I want you all, all to fuck me, fuck me please, please I need more, more”

She couldn’t fathom being in a more humiliating position than that.

“Please, Leda, tear me apart. I want all of you. Open my ass, it’s yours.” Naturally, the other ladies didn’t hesitate for a moment. One of them positioned herself in front of the stunning foreigner, lifted her skirt, and offered her pussy to Phaedra, inviting her to engage in oral activity. Phaedra was experiencing the taste of another woman’s juices for the first time in her adventurous life.

Many other women began pleasuring themselves, creating a new orgasm that they would dedicate to the Foreigner and the incredible show she was generously providing them.

A girl emerged from the circle and sat on the side, proceeding to spank her defenseless butt. Meanwhile, another young girl swiftly joined the choreography by taking her position on the opposite side.

Phaedra’s buttocks were compelled to dance to the music of the two young girls. They were spanking her forcefully, ensuring that every part of her buttocks was well spanked, leaving no area untouched, not an inch of pale skin.

Phaedra gently touched her clit and completely surrendered to the moment. Ultimately.

Leda entrusted the dildo to the experienced hands of another woman, who effortlessly inserted and removed it from Phaedra’s anus, demonstrating the extent of their visitor’s sexual experiences.

In her entire life, she had never experienced such a profound sense of exposure, vulnerability, and humiliation. She felt even more embarrassed because she was actually enjoying it. What made it even more shameful was that shame was enhancing her joy.

Things had taken a strange twist. She found herself in the midst of a grand ceremony, taking place in an unfamiliar village, on all fours. An unknown woman, was forcefully inserting a dildo into her anus until she could feel her hand pressing onto her ass.

She was then retrieving it and pushing it once more all the way down. Vigorously. Without mercy.

Two more girls were spanking her forcefully. Her entire buttocks were engulfed in flames. She was likely bleeding. However, she didn’t care. She felt like going from one climax to another — if that’s even alanya escort possible.

Many fingers, perhaps even whole hands, were travelling inside her pussy. She was gently massaging her clitoris, as if this action would help her. She had her mouth forcefully pushed into an unfamiliar woman’s genital area.

The only thing she knew was that it tasted like honey and her thirst was insatiable. Occasionally, the woman, who had control over her mouth, would grab her hair and position her head to face Leda, who was staring directly into her eyes. As though she were gazing upon her naked soul.

If someone can fuck you with a glance, Leda was the person. Standing there, proud and delicate, gazing directly into her eyes. Gazing at her lust. Did her desire ever come to an end?

The fingers inside her vagina enabled her to perform a new trick, something she had attempted but never accomplished previously. It was time for her to squirt. She was releasing a thick substance as if she were male.

She was trembling and shaking. And squirting. The hands released her. She lied face up, to the ground, her legs up in the air, her vagina exposed to the sun. Leda approached to admire her, only to be showered with her pleasurable fluids on her face.

Her glance remained calm, staring her. Her tongue, however, was licking the juices that were dripping down her face.

She reached climax once more. With Leda, together. With the ladies around her. With the entire community. With the Universe. And then, suddenly, there was the blackout. Everything turned black.

Goooong!

She opened her wet eyes, trembling, as a river of tears flowed. However, she felt safe in Leda’s embrace, who whispered comforting words in her ear: “I am incredibly proud of you, my Lady, for your bravery. Now I realize the wisdom behind the community’s decision to choose you.”

Goooong!

The other women gently ran her fingers through her hair before turning her attention back to the events unfolding on the platform.

Leda explained that, according to the Regulation, the Lucky Ones (the women who receive the Sacred Dildo) are required to keep it inside the hole where they initially placed it until the end of the celebration.

“I am aware that your posterior is proudly open and has been, let’s say diligently exercised and admired, prior to our encounter. Congratulations on that! No need to worry. I’ve tightened the straps to ensure it stays in place no matter what. You can go ahead and get dressed.

Goong!

Phaedra flashed a mischievous smile and said, “I’m not wearing my shorts until your beautiful ceremony is over.”

Goong!

“I proudly keep your Sacred Dildo inside me. I am open to you and your people. I want everyone to witness my spanked buttocks. It is currently engulfed in flames. It must have turned red. I am aware that I have bruises. It will soon become blue. It has been many years since I was last on the receiving end. Lately, I have mostly been a spanker. This is also a lesson to me to my pride” concluded with her eyes down.

Leda opens a small bottle of potion. Phaedra was offered the drink and she felt her power returning to her. Leda used the remaining portion to gently massage Phaedra’s sorely penetrated and spanked buttocks with care.

Phaedra put her shorts in her backpack and stood up proudly once more. The straps leading to the base of the dildo that was inserted inside her depths were visible to anyone. Everyone could clearly see how hungry her gorgeous bubble butt appeared. She didn’t care. Her only concern was Leda’s acceptance and the admiration in her gaze.

Gooooooong!

The show was going on. Another lady was standing on the stage, and Phaedra was going to watch it with her body covered only by a T-shirt, revealing her exposed booty to the public view.

End of Part II

To be continued with Part III

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