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While I was in college, I sometimes helped out my uncle who had a photo store in our town. Although he couldn’t afford to pay me much, I still liked to work for him since he was a nice person and I was really into photography, from shooting all the way to developing prints. On occasion he would have to leave the store for a while and asked me to cover for him if there were any customers.

One Saturday he had to leave after lunch already and told me that he had one appointment in his calendar for 4 p.m., a woman who wanted to have some pictures taken in the studio. Since no one else would be here, he suggested I close the store during the time of the shoots so as to not be interrupted all the time by other customers. Also, the store usually closed at 5 anyways on Saturdays, so this wouldn’t be a big deal, he said.

During the next couple hours only two customers came into the store, wanting to pick up some prints, and soon disappeared again. I was thinking of my assignment later and wondered who that woman might be, and what she would need the pictures for. It had been a while since I last took portraits so I went to the studio, checked out the cameras and positioned them in place. I arranged the background and the lighting in a nice way, and then took a couple test shoots of myself. For some reason I was a bit nervous but could not tell why. After all, this didn’t seem like too hard a task for me to do, although — I knew very little about it, that was true also.

Just a couple of minutes before 4, I heard the door opening and thought “that must be her!” I walked to the sales room and there she was. A rather small, very pretty young woman, maybe 5’3″, nice figure, curly, dark, shoulder-long brown hair with a little hint of red and a round face with barely any make-up applied. She wore an elegant black pant suit with a light blue blouse and black dress shoes with medium high heels. We looked at each other, then paused, in some sort of disbelief, then looked at each other again. She was the first to talk.

“Eric! Is that you?” She exclaimed, somewhat astonished.

“Yes, that’s me! And you are… Courtney… I guess?” I wondered. I had a faint memory of a young girl in middle school of that name, she looked very much alike this young woman. I didn’t know her well at that time but remember having a little crush on her from a distance, so to say.

“You got it!” She smiled at me. “Wow, I can’t believe, how many years has it been?”

“About six.” I replied. “You look even more beautiful than you did then,” I made her a compliment.

“Oh stop it, Eric! You’re the same womanizer you always were.”

How come she knew that of me? I barely knew her then… but in any case I thought we should move to do some business; maybe there would be time to meet and chat later.

“So, what brings you here, Courtney?” I asked.

“Well, believe it or not, but I’m getting married next month. So I’d like to have some pictures taken of me in my bridal outfit before the wedding, just in case, you never know, and maybe also as a surprise tekirdağ escort to my fiancé.” At this point I noticed that she had brought a huge bag with her.

“So I assume you got your dress in there?”

“Exactly, and all the other parts of my outfit, as well.”

“I see. So let me lock the store first, since we’ll be working in the studio and I could not attend to any other customers in that time.” I locked the front door and changed the sign so that the side with “CLOSED” faced the outdoors. Then I led Courtney into the studio.

“There is a small room on the right where you can change,” I told her and she took her big bag and disappeared. Not long afterwards, she called my name. I wasn’t sure what was the matter, but I knocked on the door to the small spare room.

“Come in, Eric!” She said. “I’d like to ask you if you can help me into my dress. It’s the first time I’m actually trying it on, just got it yesterday from the seamstress.”

“Okay,” I replied, not really sure what to do. Courtney stood in front of a large mirror, facing me with her back and had her bridal dress pulled up over her hips but not any farther than that. She wore a tight white bra size C that showed quite some cleavage as I could see in the mirror. Even her nipples showed through her bra a little bit. She also had changed into some shiny smooth white tights with reinforced toes and did not wear her shoes yet. I admired her beautiful small feet, probably size 3 or 4, and her adorable, sexy legs whose shape was even more enhanced in that smooth fabric of her tights.

“Come on, Eric — just pull the two sides together and zip this darn thing up!” She awakened me from my thoughts of admiration. She lifted the front part of her dress up and I understood to take the two sides on the rear and hold them tightly together with one hand, while moving the zipper up, but of course without hurting her in the way. In fact the theory sounded easier than it was to do in practice and it took me several tries to accomplish my mission. I was a bit embarrassed about my “two left hands” and how long it took me to get it done, but she was perfectly okay with it and thanked me several times for my help.

While I was assisting her, I noticed a very erotic smell from her hair, somewhat flowery and almost sweet, that made me even more aroused. I had never stood that close to a woman before, not to mention one that was half naked, and in a sense even touched her, which was unavoidable while I helped her zip up her dress.

Courtney now took her shiny white pumps out of her bag and slipped her nylon-encased feet in them.

“I think I am ready,” she announced and we walked back into the studio.

“You didn’t bring any flowers?” I asked.

“No, unfortunately. Do you have any?”

“Yes, we do. But I’m afraid they are artificial. No one will notice on the pictures, though, I promise.”

I asked her to sit on a comfortable chair first, with the bouquet in her lap, legs parallel, and to look tokat escort at me with a smile. She was such an amazing bride that I almost forgot what I was doing. Her smile was so enormously charming that I almost had to ask her to stop smiling at least for a little while to get back grounded on my job again.

I did some portrait shots, close-ups, some including her upper body down to her lap and then some shots with her whole figure. I also asked her to stand, lean against an artificial pillar, and vary the way her hair dropped over her face. Then I got inspired to try things off the beaten path and I asked her to put on some serious and even strict look in her face. She was very good with those kinds of changes of her expression; I had done professional models before who were less talented than Courtney. I made her open her mouth a bit and stick her index finger in, then hold the tip to her lower lip, moving it around a bit and bending the lip slightly. Very sharp, I thought. Her fingernails must have been manicured very recently and the nails had a shiny light red polish applied to them.

My next idea was for her to sit on the sofa, with her legs across and her shoes resting on the opposite arm rest. Shoes parallel, then legs over cross, then dress moved up slightly, just a few inches, then up to the knees, then a bit further… We were already way far astray from any normal bridal shots! It was obvious to me that Courtney not only didn’t mind my “special requests”, but enjoyed them, since she tuned into the whole thing more and more and acted like a slutty bride in both her facial expression and the way she posed for the camera.

Not long after these shots on the couch, she took matters into her own hand and slowly began a fascinating bridal striptease in front of me which of course I had to capture on camera in every detail. She first sat down on the chair again, crossed her legs, and slipped half way out of her white heels, dangling them seductively for me and for the camera. I had to get closer for some real cool shots and was able to smell her female sweaty scent from her soles and heels, quite amazing. She let the shoe drop to the floor, then did the same with the other shoe, dangling it patiently for me to get as many close shots as I could. I wound up sitting on the floor in front of her and she took the opportunity to walk her feet in tights over my crotch area, landing on my hard cock and giving it a bit of a massage. I was so turned on, I almost fainted from that sensation, although I still had my undies and pants on.

Then Courtney took off her dress, slowly, one step at a time, and first exposed her upper body, just with a bra, and then also her butt and crotch area. What a cute round butt that was! The shiny, smooth white tights made it even more impressive and I could not help letting my hands gently slide over her bottoms between two pictures. I was nervous, a bit, but she didn’t mind at all.

That encouraged me to put the camera aside just for a little bit and explore trabzon escort her body for a while. I started from her head and beautiful hair down to her breasts, gave them a slow massage, and then wanted to continue down but she took my hands and placed them on her back where the bra was hooked together. I knew what she wanted and I took off her bra, not without slight complications, and then went back to her absolutely stunning breasts and continued my massage. I then used my tongue as well and sucked on her dark nipples until they were very stiff and she started to moan a bit.

Courtney now started to undress me also until I was entirely nude and we sat down on the couch. She must have noticed how much I loved her feet and legs and the white tights she wore, because she placed her feet on my cock again and started a great foot job right there, only this time directly on my manhood. I was so excited that I could not hold myself back and came big time all over her feet and legs and her shiny silky white tights. She rubbed my cum into her tights and then walked her feet up my body to my face where she gently moved them and also her toes, and where I got an even stronger sensation of her sweet sweaty cute little feet.

It was my turn to massage Courtney’s feet with my hands, all the toes individually, then her arches, soles, heels, ankles, calves, knees, thighs, all the way up to her crotch. The sensation of the smooth tights encasing the sexy feet and legs of this beautiful young bride made me very aroused again.

Courtney took my hand and led it underneath her tights and her panties.

“Rub it gently there!” She asked. And I tried my best for the zero experience I had. But I must have not been so bad since her breathing became heavier and her moaning louder. IT was also getting very wet down there between her legs.

“Eric, I want you to fuck me — please!” She begged. Wow, I had never thought it would get that far, but I was definitely ready for my first time with a woman, particularly with one like Courtney. She ripped a hole in her tights right at her crotch and then moved the almost string-like bottom part of her panties aside so her pussy was free and ready for me.

I kneeled in front of her and slowly moved closer, then Courtney gently took my penis into her right hand and placed it at her love hole. I pushed forward, very slowly, then all the way, and Courtney sighed intensely. It was a magnificent feeling having my cock inside of her soft and wet pussy which was still firm in some sense and had a grip on it.

I moved in and out of her, slowly, then faster, then slowly again. She encouraged me by shouting out loud: “Fuck me! Yes, fuck me hard! Yes, like that! Like that! Give it to me, Eric! Yeah!”

She wrapped her legs encased in these white tights around my waist and pressed her heels against my butt which made me crazy of excitement. We fucked for at least half an hour until we came very closely one after another. I shot my load deep into her, exploding more than ten times, and she squirted her juices all over me.

We lay there for a while, then standing up and embracing each other, even a gentle kiss.

I was not surprised that she didn’t send me an invitation to her wedding. But for some reason she forgot her white tights in the spare room. I still have them, and so do I have copies of all the pictures I took that special afternoon…

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The following is partly personal experience, partly my invention. All names are changed.

This is my first attempt to publish an erotic story. Please rate and give feedback, be it positive or negative! Thank you. Share and enjoy.

There is a second, purely invented part added in this edited version. Therefore please scroll down, if you have read the first part already!

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We met at a time, when chatting on the internet was text-only, and transmitting pictures via e-mail was still somewhat revolutionary. I was a student and single, and Joan was a married mom of two, with an abusive and jealous husband. On her free time and when he was working his shifts, she had started to roam the internet – not for adultery, but for distraction from her boring days. I had begun exploring the net during my studies, and I was fascinated by chat and the possibilities of sharing deep thoughts and desires in an anonymous way. And so our paths crossed.

It took us some time to really take notice of each other, although we were almost the oldest people in the chat room we frequented; but then we hit it off quickly, and soon we found out that our erotic desires fit together very well.

She was unsatisfied because although her husband must have been well equipped and had a lot of sexual stamina, he did not care much about her needs and often verbally abused her. In addition, he was extremely jealous and forbid her to wear sexy stuff or to harmlessly flirt with anybody, although privately, he took erotic pictures of her wearing heels and tights, which she loved to do. In her former life, Joan had worked as a waitress, always wearing high heels. Now she had become quite frustrated, emotionally and sexually.

Since college, I have been attracted to women who like to be in control and who like to show off their legs with hosiery and heels, and so we started fantasizing about me being seduced by her and used as her erotic toy.

She sent me a lot of pictures of her taken by her husband, in pantyhose of various colors and designs and beautiful high heels, and I told her how I would love to worship her feet, legs and whatever she would allow me to. Soon we always assumed that I would be naked and somehow tied up, and she remained dressed in lingerie: we both loved the idea of her staying in control, and me being her ‘toy’ at full display.

However, these ideas remained fantasies for a long time, but we both longed for the real thing. Twice we met in her car for an hour or so during the day in a secluded spot, but it was difficult for her even just to wear pantyhose or stockings, without making her husband suspicious. But finally, she managed to convince him to let her visit a good friend of her in another city two hours of drive away – her friend however was a conspirator, and gave her an alibi to allow us to meet, and we both independently booked single rooms in a hotel, for a whole night just for us!

Initially we went shopping, because Joan of course could not take any sexy accessories with her, due to her ‘cover story’, and for this she also was wearing simple dark blue hosiery. But now she bought some beautiful thigh-highs, opaque, shiny black with a lace ribbon at the top, matching her black leather high-heeled boots.

In a small shop, she found a pair of black satin opera gloves. I had told her how much I would love to see her wearing them and touching me that way, and she put them on immediately for me. As it was late autumn and quite chilly, nobody would notice anything special, as she was wearing them under her coat.

Then we went for dinner in the restaurant of the hotel. It was a delicious torture for me, because I could only touch her legs little bit, whilst my real desire was to drop on my knees and to kiss her thighs.

After dinner, we headed straight to her room, both highly aroused from looks, touch and talk. I stripped completely, got on my knees and helped her removing her boots; I wanted to kiss her legs and feet, but she told me I had to wait and get tied up first!

She wanted me to be bound and laying on the bed, which did not have any posts, and so she told me to cross my arms over my belly, attached a scarf to one of my wrists, looped it around the elbow next to it, then behind my back and around the other elbow and finally tied it to my second wrist.

Then she had me laying down on my back, attached another scarf to my ankle, pulled it up to my crossed arms and twice around them, then back down to my other ankle, pulling all tight so that I was bound in kind of a frogtie, unable to get up from the bed or turning onto my belly. Needless to say, my cock stood fully erect to salute her!

With a big grin, she told me to wait for her and not run away, and went to the bathroom. She let the door open so we could continue to talk, but I could not see her from the bed.

When Joan returned some minutes later, she looked gorgeous: in addition to the black stay-ups, she was wearing the opera gloves and a beautiful düzce escort red body with black lace insets, accentuating her perfect rounds. Joan sat on a chair to the side of the bed and started to touch, stroke, massage and tickle me with her toes and feet all over my body, but mostly from head to groins. When she caressed my face, she let me kiss her foot, while pressing and rubbing my swollen cock with the other one.

After some minutes, she grabbed her mobile phone, and told me she would now call her husband! She thought for a moment, then she asked me whether she could trust me not to tell him anything? I said I was not sure, and I might need some ‘assistance’ to keep quiet, as aroused as I was.

She did not immediately get my hint, so I told her that I really also liked the blue hosiery she was wearing before, and had been dreaming about kissing her through it. She replied that she did not like it that much and was even thinking about throwing it away. I suggested that she could perhaps use it to help me keeping quiet?

“You want me to gag you??” she asked after looking at me for a moment – she still was sooo innocent!

I told her that I fully trusted her and that I would love to finally be completely at her mercy and under her control, no, that I even desired it! She smiled, apparently really flattered, and told me that she would love to do that, but that she was new to this and had no idea how to do it.

I asked her whether she had worn panties before changing into the lingerie. She fetched her pretty black panties with some lace trimmings, and after confirming me that she had fresh ones for the next day, I asked her to get the blue hosiery. It was a pantyhose, and I told her to make a double knot into its legs right below the top, to put the panties into the opening, forming a ball, and to tie off the pantyhose at the top.

For a moment, she looked at the pantyhose, then her face lit up with a big smile, and she said “I think you have been talking too much lately, now be a nice boy and let me stop you a bit! Uhm, I guess you want me to tie the legs around your head?”

I whispered “Yes please – Mistress!” and opened my mouth.

She inserted the ball, pushing it behind my teeth with her gloved fingers, then slid the legs of the pantyhose around my neck and back over my mouth, and started to make a knot. She hesitated a moment and said “Shall I tie it faster? Moan once for Yes or twice for No!”

Of course I answered “Mmmm!”

She mockingly asked “What, shall I untie you??”

“Mmm-Hmm!” was my immediate answer.

“Just kidding, I like having you all for myself and unable to run away!” she said with a sweet smile, then pulled the gag tight and placed the final knot beneath my nose.

She started walking around the bed, admiring her work. Then she took out a small camera from her bag, and said “You look sooo cute, I would really love to take some pictures of you to show my friend, as a small reward for giving me an alibi.”

I became a bit worried and uneasy, and she must have noticed it, because she added “Don’t panic, I will make sure that one cannot recognize you – unless somebody knows you fully naked!”

She sat down again on the chair to the side of the bed, put one of her stockinged feet over my face to cover my eyes, while resting the other one on my chest, and took a picture. Then she shifted herself, put one leg across my belly, the other foot between my legs below my cock, and took a close-up of her foot and my lap.

“I will send her the first picture now, but the second one, I will show her only when we meet next. Must keep her motivated!” she grinned, “and you” she added, while texting her friend and at the same time massaging my cock with her toes.

After a minute of typing, and exciting me so much that I was slightly panting, she turned around, put her legs alongside my chest, grabbed my cock with one hand, and called her husband. She had great nerves, for she told him about the weather, shopping and dinner with her friend, and about the boring TV programme in the hotel and that she would soon go to bed because she was tired and had nothing interesting to do — all while tenderly pumping me with her gloved hand, and caressing my face with her toes! Finally she told him good night, and hung up.

Now she climbed onto the bed and kneeled down next to my chest, spreading apart her knees to let me see her thighs, crotch, belly and breasts, all covered of course by the stockings and the lace body. I was absolutely on fire and dying to feel her, and I managed shortly to touch her knee with one fingertip. She feigned being shocked, quickly pinched my nose for just a second, but long enough to let my adrenaline level jump up, because I could not breathe anymore for that moment!

“My, my, be a good boy! No touching unless I allow it, understood?”

I nodded my head and moaned, panting heavily.

“Do you wish me to be your Mistress?”

“Mmmmmmmm!”

“Do edirne escort you want to obey me always?”

Yes! and I nodded again.

“Would you like to please your Mistress?”

“Hmmmmmmm!”

“Would you like to kiss and lick your Mistress wherever she wants?”

Yes!!

“And where would you want?”

I took a long and intense look from her breasts to her belly, her arms and hands, her knees, thighs, and then let my eyes wander very slowly from her stockinged thighs to her crotch, finally keeping my view there and softly humming.

“Oh, but my feet you don’t want to kiss?” she teased me, because of course I could not see them the way she was sitting.

Not knowing how to answer correctly, I just hummed several times in a frenzy, looking at her.

“So you want to kiss my eyes??”

That and the suspension made me laugh, which sounded quite funny due to the gag, and she also laughed.

Then she looked at me and asked me “Honestly, do you like my feet?” to which I answered with a very long and soft hum. They were really beautiful, and she must have sensed how much I liked them, because all of a sudden she asked me “Did you ever jack off while looking at them, after I had sent you pictures?”

Somewhat guiltily I hummed, looking away. She grabbed my balls, squeezed them lightly and said “Look at me, my cutie! I really don’t mind that you were aroused so much just by looking at my feet. In fact I love it, and the only thing I demand is to always tell your Mistress immediately if you like or dislike anything, understood?”

“Hmmmm!”

“Are you thirsty?”

“Hmmm-mmmm.”

“Fine, but I am. And you seem to have here something delicious” she said, while gently grabbing my throbbing cock, “which is for my pleasure only, right?”

“Mmmmh.”

“Do you want me to kiss it?”

Yes! — But then it hit me that I could not withstand her for a minute, and quickly hummed twice, while shaking my head.

“Why not? It belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

Yes.

“You fear not being able to resist me?” she asked with a sly smile.

YES!

“Sweety, you are laying helpless here at my mercy, how could anybody expect you to be able to resist anyway??” she said with a giggle. “Besides, as I said, I am thirsty, and you can try resisting later.”

With that, she straddled my head, taking it between her knees, and bent over my belly, supporting herself with one hand, taking my balls with the other and my cock between her lips.

I was trapped between her tighs. The feeling of the stockings and her warmth together with the view of her lap only inches away from me and the fine but intoxicating scent of her arousal all together were driving me crazy already – and then in addition her touching, licking and kissing my cock! And to know that I was totally under her control made the excitement too strong. I started to feel dizzy.

To top all this and to torment me even more, Joan slowly lowered her hips now, finally pressing her crotch against my mouth, and grinding herself on the knots of my gag. It was insane: she was only a tongue length away from me, but I was unable to reach her! All together quickly drove me over the edge. I could deny her my complete surrender for only a minute…

“Mmmm, you taste delicious – just the right shot I needed now to revitalize a bit!” she giggled after swallowing and licking me clean, and then lifted herself off of me.

I tried to follow her, not wanting to let go of her scent and the feeling of her legs on my face.

“You know, you have made me really horny, and now that nobody is listening, I guess we can let you use your mouth and tongue again” and with that she undid the knots holding my gag, finally removing it from between my teeth.

“Thank you – Mistress” I said, “but do you just want me to talk, or anything else?”

“Lots of else!” she laughed. “But to serve me well, you need to move a bit, so ..”

And with that, she cut off the top knot of the pantyhose that had been my gag, and took out her panties. Then she wrapped one of its feet around my balls and the base of my cock, and tied it off. Finally, she undid the scarf around my ankles and released my legs.

“Now get off the bed!” she told me, while teasingly pulling on the pantyhose leash attached to my cock, which again had become rock hard.

“It seems you very much like what I’m doing — don’t you want to show your appreciation?” she said with a wink, while tapping the floor with her toe.

Eager to please her, I dropped to my knees and kissed both her feet, from toes to ankles.

“I really love having you kneeling before me. Isn’t that an appropriate place for you?”

“Yes, Mistress, the only place to serve you right, I believe.”

“Then keep down there! But are you able to..?” she teased me while stroking and lifting my cock with her toes, making me squirm and moan and elazığ escort trying to follow her movements.

“Seems like you’re having difficulties, so let me help you a bit.” She bent down and pulled me closer to the bed, then pushed the pantyhose leash between my thighs, grabbed it from behind, and wrapped it around my ankles.

“You better stay where you are now, if you got some balls and like to keep them” she whispered in my ear, squatting behind me while stroking my cock with one hand and holding my neck with the other.

Then she sat on the bed in front of me, legs slightly spread so that I was facing her crotch, her feet on the floor between my thighs, playing with my cock and my balls, and she commanded “What are you thinking now, my sweet one?”

My excitement was becoming unbearable, and with heavy breathing I replied “Please Mistress – stop caressing me, because – otherwise, I might stain – your beautiful stockings – “

“Too late, your precum did it already” she said with a big grin, lifting one foot in front of my face, adding “but if you clean up well, I may forgive you.” Carefully, I licked away a drop with the tip of my tongue.

“No no no, you can do much better!” she said while shoving her toes in my mouth, lifting her other leg onto my shoulder, reclining on the bed and starting to caress herself through the lace body. “Show me how much you love my stockings and feet, and being helpless at my mercy!”

I massaged her toes with my tongue, sucked in more of her foot until I almost gagged, and licked its sole in slow and forceful strokes, while being forced to watch her fingering herself.

She started to squirm, and I felt her foot trembling in my mouth from excitement and tension. All of a sudden, she squeaked softly, removed her foot from my mouth, placed both legs around my neck, teared open the crotch of her body, said “Make me come, now!” and pulled my face into her lap.

I was neither in the position nor in the mood to argue with those wonderful and convincing arguments…

This is the continuation of the first part. It is pure invention — all ropes are of legal age, and no furniture has been harmed!

As she was burying my face between her tighs, I was breathing and drinking her while caressing her swollen velvet lips with my tongue. “Lick me, my pet, deeper, yes, please me!” Her breathing became as ragged as mine. I was already in heaven, and I did my best to lift her, push her up there with my tongue. “Yessss, that’s my good pet, you’re all miin-nn-nnngggg!” Her lap flushed my mouth with her juices, while she spasmed from pleasure and pressed my head into herself, almost suffocating me.

When she finally came back from her climax and released me, she exclaimed, “Oh dear, are you fine? Did I hurt you? I am sorry, I was completely lost in pleasure!” while still laying on her back, panting.

I replied “I am more than fine,” smiling, and wiggled away from the bed, so that I could bend down, adding “never felt better,” and kissing her toes. “Thank you for allowing me to please you!”

“You are welcome, my pet” she smiled, now propped up on her elbows. “You were marvellous, and I would like to grant you a wish, provided I can do it. But soon I will also need some sleep, you have exhausted me!”

“Thank you Mistress! Actually, I have a very bold wish” I smiled. “I would like to sleep next to you, of course bound and attached, so that you don’t have to fear anything.” I tenderly kissed her knee.

“Hmm, that’s a very interesting idea,” she replied. “But I doubt it would be healthy for you to keep you bound this way all night.” She slid her foot along my bound arms.

“True, but I have brought with me some items that might come handy,” I smiled.

“Oh you naughty one!” She giggled. “Shall I look in your bag?” She closed the buttons at the crotch of her body, got up, and fetched my bag.

“Well, I neither can do it nor could prevent you from doing so!”

She laughed, squatted next to me, pulled my bag close, and peeked into it.

“So let’s see what you have brought. Clothes of course, mhm, nice boxer shorts! Oh, what’s this? Lace?” She pulled out a piece made of opaque nylon with lace trimmings. “Hm, that looks rather like something for me, doesn’t it?”

“Absolutely, Mistress. I hope you don’t mind I bought you a bodystocking, just in case you’re missing some pyjamas?”

“Well, I never wore such a thing, but we will see.” She smiled, and continued rummaging through my bag. “Ah-ha, that looks more practical!” She pulled out two pairs of Velcro cuffs, linked by attached rings, and a pair of mittens with leather straps and buckles. She obviously was puzzled. “What are these for? It’s not winter in here!”

I helped her. “They could prevent me from using my fingers.”

“Do you want me to try them on you?”

“You have the power to do whatever pleases you.”

“Got it!” She smiled, then proceeded to put the mittens securely onto my hands. “Is that good? Don’t they hurt?”

“No, it’s a perfect job, Mistress!”

She again looked into my bag, and produced a ball gag, which she did not immediately recognize. After she had looked at it for a moment, she smiled, and all of a sudden grabbed my balls and started squeezing them increasingly.

“Uh, Mistress, please be careful!”

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What happens when a single man finds a sensual life-sized Barbie doll that suddenly appears in his bedroom one morning. All you have to do is pull the ring, but what will Barbie do next?? Find out…

I was woken out of a deep sleep one day and saw a strange being standing in the corner of my bedroom. Gathering my wits, I stood up and walked over to it. Oddly enough it looked like a large love doll, no… on further inspection it looked something like a life sized Barbie. She was standing totally still and was quietly staring at me without blinking.

Being an investment banker, I had many friends and enemies. Last week marked a friend’s IPO (initial public offering) that I brokered, which had boosted his net worth to $200M, not to mention $1M in my pocket. We were also close personal friends so he knew of my particular “tastes.” Being that I was having a birthday soon, I figured that Barbie, for a lack of a better name, was from him. I was embarrassed, but intrigued…

It was plain to see that she nearly had Barbie’s proportion’s, roughly 38-(low 20’s)-38 on a 5’10” frame. Looking carefully, her nordic facial features resembled a Barbie but were quite human and sensual, yet the skin had a plastic luster. Her eyes also had a very realistic shape but with an electric blue doll hue for the irises and elongated curvy eyelashes. She wasn’t dressed like a typical Barbie; her attire was quite different. She wore a very attractive outfit with equestrian accessories. Her sweater was a bone colored turtleneck, which tightly hugged her ample bust. She was wearing riding jodhpurs with suede patches that fit her shapely backside so well, you’d think that they were painted on. Most intriguing were her foot and hand-ware. Snow-white silken gloves covered her hands. They had small precise seams that beautifully adorned each finger and continued down the back of the hand. The gloves then disappeared deliciously under the fabric of her sweater to some unknown length underneath. She also wore shiny black riding boots that enveloped and climbed up to the very top of her long shapely calves. This caused me to ponder the strange contrast between her delicate and lifeless doll eyes and the invincible appearance of her boots, rising like steel columns, even sheathing her kneecaps. The riding boots were of the field type that had a few eyelets and tied laces in tight bows just above the ankle.

Ogling at my “present,” I nearly missed the large plastic pull ring with a sign attached to it, which read, “If you want to know Barbie better, pull this.” (So Barbie it is.) Dying to see what this thing would do, I followed the instructions.

The doll did not move until her string was pulled out fully and settled back inside of her. She then straightened up and continued to look at me again, blinking a few times. The blinks were quite enchanting due to her long curled eyelashes. Before I knew what was happening, she pivoted stiffly and stood right up against me. Her soft silicon breasts were pressing against my chest and her lips were forming an almost imperceptible sexy pout. Next I caught a gleam from her riding boots as she stepped back slightly. Before I knew what was happening, her cool silken gloves were caressing my face sensually and with great skill. Her arms and hands appeared to be much more agile than her legs. One glove teased my neck with it’s cool index finger before softly toying with the sensitive parts of my right ear. While I was occupied up above, her other hand found its way beneath my undershirt and traced ticklish patterns on my stomach. Before long, both soft gloves, glided up in unison and stroked my nipples to ecstatic hardness. During this her boots were lightly gyrating their black laces on my sensitive legs hairs, sending electrifying gratification throughout my nerve endings. Was it actually electricity? Before too long Barbie withdrew her sensual probing hands and straightened up again, motionless.

“Well, I’ll just give her string another pull,” I thought.

Once again she didn’t stir until the string returned inside of her. This caused the doll to wrap her arm in mine urging me back toward my bed. I was all too happy to comply. She then totally baffled me, when she picked up my bedroom slippers and placed them on my feet. Next I was coaxed to my closet where Barb found a weather appropriate robe and spring jacket. The doll began to dress me in her own inimical way. A tall boot playfully rested on one of my own slippered feet, while her gloved fingers nimbly tied the belt of my robe, then lingered momentarily to trace the outline of my erection underneath my briefs. I attempted to stoke her shapely bum, but was discouraged when bursa escort she deflected my hand away and her boot stomped on my foot somewhat forcefully. Finally she zipped my jacket up and palmed my house keys. I was beginning to feel like I was a child and an adult was taking me out somewhere. To my surprise she opened my outer door and ushered me outside, locking the door and slipping my keys into a side zip of her tight riding jeans.

I stood in protest for a moment while Barbie turned to me and surveyed my reaction. She blinked 3 times and held my arm in hers, coaxing me forward again. Still I was unsure and refused to budge. Taking another tact, the doll reached around to my middle back and finding a sensitive point on the spine, applied pressure with her index finger for about 3 seconds. The pain was unbearable and caused me to collapse. I would have fallen, if Barbie didn’t hold me around the shoulders, supporting my weight. As I recovered fully, she lowered me, effectively diverting me by rubbing my face against her full breasts through her sweater. Soon I regained my composure, having remembered telling my friend that I enjoyed a little pain now and then. He must have really gone to a lot of trouble finding me this doll. I hoped that I could keep her…

Barbie having calmed me down and apparently knowing how to master me, took my hand and led me to a strange looking car in my driveway. It looked like a new Toyota Camry, but under careful inspection it was quite different… My companion pulled a pink plastic toy key out of her right boot. She then led me around to the passenger side and unlocked the door. My dolly chauffeur first unzipped my coat and pulled it off, slinging it over her arm. She ushered me into the car and closed the door for me. I didn’t believe that this doll could actually drive a car. Not missing a beat, Barbie strode around to the other side unlocked the door and placed my coat in the back seat before climbing into the driver’s side. She put the plastic key in the ignition and rested both white-gloved hands on the steering wheel as she positioned both of her tall riding boots above two of the pedals. It was here that she froze in position again. There was no visible steering column or middle console, so I had a full view of the dolls boots and the pedals.

I was feeling a little wary at this point. What was this thing planning? I figured that you only lived once and I was dying to see this thing drive the car watching her boots and gloves in action. My friend knew of my pedal pumping, boot and glove fetish. I remember his eyes twinkling when I confessed my fetishes after his IPO.

I pulled the string again. This time though, it disappeared into Barbie’s shoulder and did not come out again. This appeared ominous, but my attention was quickly diverted…

Barbie reached over and secured my seatbelt, not forgetting to graze my now chronic erection in the process. As she put the key in the ignition, her black boot tapped the gas pedal. There was an electric locking system and I saw my door button go down. Barbie next pulled a cassette tape from the glove compartment and popped it into the player on the dash. It began to play in an over enthusiastic sickly sweet voice…

Tape Recorder- Thank you so much for choosing Barbie as your tour guide! We promise you an unforgettable journey! Please stay still so pilot Barbie can prepare the vehicle to assure your maximum comfort and safety. Just relax, you’re in good hands.

The doll actually turned to me and smiled this time showing large white teeth. She reached out and stoked my erection again a few more times as her riding boot stepped down all the way on the gas, gunning the engine and my desire. As she pumped the pedals, her perfect breasts bounced to an erotic rhythm.

The car looked quite strange. The whole interior was made of pink plastic, yet my seat molded to me very comfortably. There were many strange large throw switches on the driver’s side. They looked like pink circuit breakers. Each one had a numbered heart underneath it. Beneath these was the strangest control of all, a large heart with a pink star on it. It looked like it could pull out and rotate like a shower valve.

Tape Recorder (now running) – Barbie, please prepare the car for proper brightness, dear!

The doll understood the command. She first fingered and caressed the switch labeled with the

heart before she flipped it upwards. Immediately the windows changed to a dark tint. It made sense. If I was a cop and saw a Barbie driving, I’d pull her over.

Tape Recorder- Honey, please make sure that çanakkale escort your passenger is secure and comfortable.

My plastic temptress pulled at the drawstring of my robe, opening it. Like a magic trick, Barbie reached behind me and with one fell swoop deftly removed my robe and undershirt by pulling it over me inside out without even getting my arms caught in the sleeves. Next she slipped off my briefs. This felt a little strange, but my privacy was protected by the window tinting all around. My chauffeur then casted these clothes into the back seat.

The doll began to roll up her sweater sleeves, with great care, into large tight cuffs at the elbows. Still her glove length was unknown as they disappeared uninterrupted under the cuffs of her sleeves. She then pulled on each glove at the elbow effectively smoothing any wrinkles. My chauffeur then picked up a pink bracelet off the dash and with facility clasped it on her right wrist. It featured lettering surrounded a heart read “I love to drive.” Playfully her gloved fingers gave me a sensual poke in the ribs and glided over my belly in feathery strokes. Always being a good hostess, my erection was then checked and further encouraged. At this point, I thought I saw a devilish sparkle in Barbie’s eyes as she turned and watched me before blinking a few times.

Barbie’s soft white glove now reached for switch

. Her fingers first rested on it and sensually traced its outline before deftly flipping it to the on position. Suddenly previously hidden plastics panel in my seat shot across my torso and then adjusted itself snuggly, covering from my crotch to my chest, trapping my arms in the process. Barbie then teased me by putting her hands to her cheeks in a mock surprised expression, her mouth forming an ‘O’. Still staring at me, the doll quickly flipped switch 3, which activated a leg iron device securing my ankles. Wasting no time, switch was then activated, with a brief glove pull, causing a loop behind my headrest to secure my neck snugly.

Tape Recorder- we are now ready to begin our journey. Please follow all safety rules! There is no standing while the vehicle is moving, please!

Clearly I was helpless and Barbie was the boss, yet I loved it. It was all in good fun.

The doll put the car into drive and we pulled away from the curb. It was clear that she was a well trained driver as I watched her tall black riding boots precisely control the acceleration and deceleration of the car, making them look even more authoritative. Her turns were also well timed and controlled.

I noticed that my chauffeur clicked something on the steering wheel, which made all of the windows totally go black, yet she continued to drive with no problem. The internal lights of the car turned on at full intensity, not interrupting the sights.

Tape Recording- We hope your are enjoying our life-sized doll, model name: do(ll)matrix Barbie, sub-model name: equestrian rider. She has other roles that you will see soon too. Please prepare prep the system “dear ” for initial checkout.

Another flick of a switch labeled by heart caused the panel near over my midsection to slide down and tightly wrap around my groin, the ankle and neck mechanisms also adjusted themselves simultaneously. Even though I was in total bondage, it was snug yet comfortable.

Tape Recorder- Mister Steven’s, I am about to introduce you to the last one of Barbie’s roles for today. Meet Model: doll-maker Barbie, sub-model: Hostile Takeover Barbie. We as Half-Bro Toys …

Hold on … I brokered a hostile takeover of the Half-Bro company myself. The company was carved up into spin-offs and there were alot of layoffs and bad feelings… and enemies.

Tape Recorder- Doll maker Barbie is about to practice her craft. There is nothing you can do about it now anyway… Three pulls (on her string) and you’ve bought the merchandize, that’s the rules. Sorry you didn’t know them up front.

Up to now the doll had been driving with one foot only. As I watched with great fear, yet undiminished desire, her left black boot went into action, stepping all the way down on the leftmost pedal. The leather at her ankle crinkled, but the tall column of her boot-shaft remained straight and smooth, remaining planted on the pedal. Being that this car was an automatic, the third pedal didn’t seem to right when I first saw it, but I didn’t question it.

The doll’s silken fingers pulled a short hidden lever next to her seat . This caused a series of transparent panels to rise up from the floor, surrounding me completely in a plastic booth.As rize escort each panel rose up from the floor to it’s full height, it would then nudge toward it’s neighbor and lock through unseen mechanisms in the floor and ceiling. Apparently the left pedal was an enabling clutch for other controls, such as the plastic panels.

Tape Recording (coming through the speaker in my booth)- All of Barbie’s work is done in certified clean rooms and is environment friendly . The Barbie vehicle has now arrived at your final stop at Half – Bro .You may proceed dear!

Barbie put the car in park, then stared at me for several seconds before blinking three times. Next I heard a different voice. Where my neck was bound, was attached a small speaker. It was the doll herself, yet her mouth wasn’t moving…

Barbie- this is Barbie. You have been an enemy of Half-Bro toys. I hope that you enjoyed the beginning of our meeting. As she spoke the dolls gloved fingers were stroking another small lever next to her seat.

Barbie-I is really sorry that I have to end your human-hood. I hope this small gesture will ease your situation…

Barbie pulled up on the lever; this caused low level electric charges around my cock, which quickly caused an erection.

Barbie- Please breathe in the gas deeply when you see me turn the heart shaped knob. Don’t try to fight it. I’ll be taking you to a better place. I’ll be applying the initial coating, before the molding and enhancements are done later.

As she finished the sentence, she clicked the button at the end of the lever causing charges to scurry all over my body like a thousand tickling fingers, starting at my backside and working forward to my cock. When the charges reached my member, I exploded what felt like buckets of cum.

As a final gesture Barbie delicately traced a heart on my plastic enclosure before both long white gloves pulled on the heart shaped knob as her black riding boot flexed up and then crushed down again on the enabler pedal in unison. I immediately felt a light pop in my ears from a pressure gradient within my plastic booth. As the knob was then turned slowly, pink gas began to come up from the vent in the floor and quickly filled my chamber. As terrifying as it was, I continued to orgasm until I went under…

Pt 2 A better place?

The next thing I remembered was standing quietly in a dark bedroom. I had the will be move, but couldn’t. A piercing sound, previously unknown to me, was issued from my throat, which caused a sleeping woman to stir in her bed. She rose from under the covers and groggily approached me. Unbelievably it was Jean Simmons, another VP at my investment bank. She looked at me for the first time in a very lustful way, which was disorienting; she was a beautiful woman and had never looked at me like this before.

Jean seemed to be staring at my shoulder, yet I couldn’t figure out why. Suddenly as her hand came up I felt a cord leaving my shoulder and then returning back into me…

Abruptly as if by automation, I embraced her. As I caressed her tan skin, her shapely body was mapped in a color code that immediately meant something to me. Some external computer was providing detailed information of 10 sensitivity levels of her erogenous zones. This provided me with information on precisely where to touch her and how to make her swoon. I noticed that tight black leather gloves were donned on my hands. As I touched Jean, I knew that my gloves were releasing electrical stimuli, aiding my seductive caresses. Constant feedback acquired by sensors on the gloves would measure her response and fine-tune the color-coded mappings. And just as quickly as I began this erotic encounter, my arms folded at my side and I stood straight as a soldier at Buckingham Palace…

Having moved across the room slightly, my eyes caught a vision … of me an Adonis, with wide shoulders and over 6″ tall for the first time. My clothes were equestrian style too, but solid black and my skin was a shiny plastic! As I saw Jean stand beside me, she reached up again to pull my chain …

I knew that Jean would be fated to take a ride in the plastic-mobile too. I also knew exactly what to do to get her there.

No, I would fight it. I may not have an epidermis anymore, but somehow I would keep my morals. As soon as these thoughts entered my mind, a piercing sound entered my ears, to the threshold of pain. Then I heard a familiar voice.

Barbie- it’s your choice Ken. Either pain …

Again the screeching sound, then I saw across my sight horrible visions of pink gas.

Barbie- Or this …

Barbie suddenly appeared before my eyes in white clinging leather dress… again wearing those silken gloves and now white thigh boots. She proceeded to give me a few choice caresses, causing an instant orgasm.

Barbie- Welcome to our wide area neural network. Things are so much easier now. We’re all connected…

Barbie- Your choice, Ken, Comply or not. Pain or pleasure…

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It wasn’t hard to imagine my wife Jan sucking on a guy’s cock. Hell, she had sucked off numerous guys before I met her so she surely had the experience.

But this time it was different. This was after we were married. This was after she swore off blowing guys other than me, her loving husband.

Yet there she was, on her knees, sucking on the rock hard cock of our landlord, Mr. Greeley. I mean, we didn’t really know his first name, only Mr. Greeley, the guy we paid the rest to each and every month until I’d lost my job.

Jan worked at a local school as a teacher’s aide, not making big bucks, and that check plus my unemployment along with our normal frugal nature made ends meet for a while, but when the car needed repair and the rent was due, something had to give.

My lovely wife and I decided the car was too important to not keep running, so that was done. We were late on the rent, first one month then a second in succession.

That’s when my wife’s pre-marital talents came into play.

See, I received my first blow job from Jan in the front seat of a Honda Civic. This was after she’s blown her date for the night, Richard, in the back seat. Due to some crazy parental thing, Richard needed to be dropped off from his date right after I’d dropped off Melody, my date for the evening. On the way to Richard’s house the two were going hot and heavy in the back seat when Richard told me to park by the lake.

I did, and listened as a zipper was unzipped and soon Jan was bent over Richard sucking his dick. Now I knew this not only from hearing what was going on back there but because I’d focused the rear view mirror on the two in the back seat. He was clearly enjoying Jan’s ministrations. It didn’t take long before I heard my friend say he was going to cum, and Jan kept working his dick.

Amazing. I’d witnessed my first blow job.

After dropping Richard off Jan moved to the front seat and asked if I’d enjoyed the show. I thought of playing coy, but finally said it was incredible. I’d never seen nor heard anything like it.

Jan laughed and wondered muğla escort out loud whether I’d ever had a blow job. I admitted I hadn’t, and two streets from her house Jan asked me to pull over.

“Take out your cock,” ordered the 19-year-old girl, the girl who purportedly had blown half the senior class in high school and who’d just sucked off my friend.

I listened well, and Jan began stroking my dick near her house as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do. And then she bent over and took my throbbing manhood into her hot, wet mouth. It was incredible! The sensations were like nothing I’d ever felt.

She sucked cock with an enthusiasm I didn’t know existed. I mean, you’d hear slurs about so and so being a cocksucker, but never so and so was a dick lover.

Jan bobbed her head on my cock with military precision. It was amazing. And I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t help that my cock began squirting its sauce into her mouth without a warning. Damn, she sucked me off and swallowed my cum.

“There you go, Rob, I hope you liked that,” was all she said. Minutes later I dropped her off and asked if I could see her again. She said maybe, and the following weekend it was her and Richard and me and Melody as if nothing had happened.

Weeks later Richard was discarded for Tom, and late in the summer Tom was dumped for Charlie.

Jen went back to college and I lost track of her until the following year when we accidentally met at a local hangout. Soon we were dating, and I was getting my knob polished regularly.

The guys I knew always chuckled around me, and it wasn’t until one of them informed me that Jen was still seeing other guys behind my back, allegedly continuing her reputation as a true blow job queen. But while I was jealous I put up with it…hell, she was hot and I was getting mine.

It was embarrassing being with her and having guys nearby nudge themselves, chuckle, or whatever as I knew they were talking about her and her cock-sucking mouth. But I couldn’t help myself. ordu escort I loved her.

Two years later we were married, but not until we’d had a long talk. She said she’d blown 58 guys including me. But she would give it up if we got married. The thing was, it was a fetish for her. She wasn’t a slut, in that she didn’t screw other guys. She had only been with four men before our wedding night. She loved giving guys blow jobs.

I believed her. And she apparently was true to her word.

I elicited stories from her about some of the guys she’d sucked off. Thinks like dangerous places (parking garages, her parent’s house, restroom at the ball) to numbers (I knew about her blowing me and Richard in the same night, but she mentioned a frat party where she blew four guys in one night). Those stories got me off very, very fast.

That is she was true to her word until the financial problems hit us. At first she picked up extra hours. I did some under the table work and helped the cause, but the bills were bigger than the amount we could scrape together.

Jan said we’d be back on our feet once I’d found employment, and really didn’t want to give up our below market rent for the wonderful place we lived. Still, Mr. Greeley and is wife weren’t out to let us be freeloaders. Each of them had had talks with one or the other of us, and they were emphatic about needed the rent on time or it would be the highway for us.

Late one night Jan said Mr. Greeley was leering at her while she was sunbathing. She had an idea, but wanted to know if I could live with it.

“Look, he must not getting any pussy from that bitch wife, that’s for sure. But maybe if I, well, you know, we could come to an accommodation on the rent.”

At first I was heartbroken, but after a couple days of desperation I told myself I could handle it. I mean, she’d blown 57 other guys…what was one more?

I told Jen it was her decision, and the next night when she got home from work she said to clean the place up because Mr. Greeley was coming osmaniye escort down to discuss the rent.

At 7 sharp he arrived, and said his wife had gone to bingo. He looked me up and down and asked if I was okay with the deal he’d worked out with Jan. While I didn’t know the deal, Jan said I was and told me to sit down. She then tied my hands behind my back.

Mr. Greeley looked at me and smiled at my questioning face. “That’s to make sure you don’t change your mind.”

With that, he walked over to the kitchen table and leaned back against it. He pulled down his zipper, and out popped his rock hard manhood. He stroked it a couple times then ordered my wife to her knees.

“Suck it, suck it now,” ordered our landlord.

Jan dropped to her knees and kissed the man’s cock as I sat just feet away. I could hear the sweet kisses and then the slurpy sucking my wife was giving the man. Soon he’d dropped his pants to the floor and she had full access to his cock. She moved her head back and forth as he moved in tandem, as if glued to my wife’s mouth.

After a few minutes Jan pulled her mouth off his cock and asked if she was a better cocksucker than his wife.

“Honey, you are the best ever. Besides, Mary would never, ever take a cock into her mouth. She insists that only whores do it. So, I guess that makes you a whore,” said the landlord, spanking my wife’s face with his cock. “Now get back to sucking.”

He rubbed his dick on her face while she kissed the side of his cock.

Jan sucked off the man for the next couple minutes before he let out a road and came in her mouth as I intently watched. She didn’t miss a drop and kept sucking long after our landlord had completely dumped his load.

“See you next week!”

After the man left Jan loosened the bindings and I couldn’t help myself. I maneuvered in front of her and presented her with my hard cock. She began sucking and it was, well, incredible. She worked my dick with a special passion, and for me

I couldn’t help thinking that Mr. Greeley had just shot his load into her mouth. Soon my cum joined his in her stomach.

After coming down from the high, I asked my lovely wife what the man met by “next week.”

“Well, honey, it’s simple. He gets a blow job each week for as long as we are only paying half the rent,” said my wife. “That seemed like a great deal, and it’s an incentive for you to get a new job.”

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“Do you think a woman could eat herself out?”

Even now, bringing her feet down the wall step by step, inching her pussy closer and closer to her waiting tongue, the conversation Jenny had heard while walking between classes rang through her head.

“What the hell are you talking about, Gerald?”

“I mean, you know, if she was flexible enough, do you think a chick could get down there and lick herself enough to come? It would be the ‘ultimate head,’ wouldn’t it?”

“Jesus, the shit you think up…”

The couple had continued on their merry way, but Jenny was left thinking. She was a gymnast – had been for a few years. If anybody could do it, she probably could.

So she’d skipped Horticulture 101 that day and went back home. The whole ride back, all she could think about what what it would feel like, what the texture of her lips would be like on her mouth, what her clit would feel like rolled around by her tongue, what the smell and taste would be like so close to her honeypot.

As soon as she was in her dorm, Jenny removed all her clothing and sat on her bed with a mirror. She knew that it would be a stretch. If she didn’t need to lick her pussy, she’d give up at the strain. But if she wanted to actually reach nirvana, she knew she’d have to have a biological need.

So for ten or twenty minutes she sat, playing with her lips, stretching them, admiring them. She built up a lust for the pussy in the mirror – it wasn’t hers. It belonged to someone else. The more she looked at it, the more she externalized it, the more she wanted it. How great, she wondered, would it be to give herself the ultimate head? In control of the motions, and receiving each one herself. The thought pleased her deeply, and at this point she put the mirror on her nightstand and went to work.

She found quickly that a direct frontbend wouldn’t work. She simply couldn’t crawl through her legs as she imagined she might be able to. Somehow, she needed an external force to multiply her own flexibility. To that end, she swung around so that her head was against the wall.

Next, she swung her feet up above her head, folding herself more or less in half. Now, she was able to walk down the wall slowly, stretching as she went. Already it was getting difficult to breathe. Jenny wondered if she’d be able to hold her breath long enough to just stick her tongue out.

“No,” she whispered, trying to motivate herself. “No, you’re not fucking giving up. You need this, Jen. You deserve this.”

She reached up spontaneously and inserted a finger into the pussy above her head. It felt good, good enough to make her stop walking down the wall. She wiggled her digit around for a moment, then removed her finger and put it in her mouth.

“There,” she said past her wet finger, “that’s what it’s going to taste like.”

Her vigor renewed, she took bigger steps. The taste would be so much better straight from the source. For a brief moment, she wondered how many women had tasted themselves and wished to lick themselves. The number, she reasoned, was likely high. But far, far fewer had ever licked themselves. Few had probably ever gotten to the point she was at now, with her pussy just an inch away.

“Fuck,” she managed, fighting to inhale. Her clit now stuck out from its hood, straining against its anchor, stopping just short of verbalizing its need for her to suck it. She snaked her tongue out far as she could, but those precious centimeters she needed may as well have been the other side of the galaxy.

She moved her hands, which currently were pulling her legs down toward her head, behind her head, careful to keep pressure on the backs of her knees. Weaving her fingers together behind her head like a cradle, she prepared to do a crunch with her legs over her head. The strain in her neck was undeniable, as was the pain at her waist.

“This is it, Jenny. You’re gonna lick it,” she thought, sucking in a deep breath. Then she pulled her stomach in and yanked her hands forward, bringing her head and pussy together.

Several things happened at once. Firstly, the tension in her neck disappeared, and she felt her shoulders move backward. Next, her face and pussy collided, far more forcefully than she’d intended. Immediately following her brain registering that her genitals and mouth had indeed touched, the world around her began to spin. Instinctively, she shut her eyes as several things hit her face in succession, until she lay still, the tension vanished from her body.

As she opened her eyes, she saw that she was on the carpet.

“Fuck,” she muttered. “That was disappointing.” And she sat up.

Well, part of her did.

More than horror or fear or even confusion, Jenny simply regarded the sight now before her with lust. On the bed now positioned in the center of her field of vision, she watched as her own headless body sat up. She knew it was hers; those breasts were unmistakably the biggest on the dance team. Those sloping shoulders, now featureless bilecik escort from left to right, bore her freckles and birthmarks. And, most importantly, Jenny knew it was her body because it had sat up when she willed herself to sit up.

“What the hell…” she breathed, staring at her shoulders from the floor as she explored the spot where her head belonged. She brushed her hand from one shoulder to the other, feeling the empty expanse over her sternum and spine. She patted the spot, noting the sensation much like a pat on the back of the neck or the elbow – it was clear that something was touching her, but the feelings weren’t delicate, as they might be on the stomach or nipple.

She tried to shake her head, but her viewpoint remained unchanged. Somehow, despite the sheer oddity of her predicament, she couldn’t shake the primal heat coming up from her groin. She’d put so much effort forth to get herself in the mood that now, it wouldn’t go away.

As she watched herself helplessly feeling around her smooth shoulders for her now-detached head, Jenny realized that the answer to Gerald’s question was a resounding yes.

“Yes!” she chortled, laughing slightly. Her body, still responding to her every command as if it were still attached, shook silently. Its breasts swayed as it stood from the bed, then stooped, waving its arms out like metal detectors, hands hovering inches from the floor.

“God that’s sexy,” she said. She felt it, and saw it, when her knees bumped the bottoms of her breasts. Her view of her neck, or rather the spot her head should be, was now unimpeded. It was covered by skin with identical tone and color as her chest. In fact, she saw some slight redness between her shoulders, which she interpreted as horniness – the same telltale sign, she figured, as when her chest turned red during sex.

Now her hands collided with the top of her head. It was a new and alien sensation, being in two places at once and yet not feeling like it. As she leaned back into a stoop to lift her head from the floor, she brought one hand under her jaw for support, and with her other hand she clasped her scalp tightly.

“Jesus,” she said, vertigo taking hold as she turned around. Walking now back to her bed, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror at her vanity. Her body – so short now, with no head! – walked slowly, her head out-thrust like a precarious lamp.

She kept her head facing forward as she backed her body onto the bed, then leaned back. Jenny reasoned she could proved Gerald correct this very second, or she could enjoy the possibilities her new arrangement of body parts offered. She held her head over her groin, looking down at the wet matte of hair between her legs.

“God, I want it,” she said, pulling her head to her chest instead. “You’re a fucking tease, aren’t you?” she said to her body. She moved her head to her left nipple and began to suck it, hard, twiddling its sister with her free hand. “I like that, body.”

Jenny was already big enough in the chest to suck her own nipples comfortably, but it was a new feeling entirely to suck them without lifting them. There was something forbidden about it, as if they belonged to someone else. She twisted the nipple with her teeth, and then brought her head down to kiss her stomach. She stopped ministering to her right nipple with her free hand and brought it down to her pussy, slipping a finger inside. Her eyes bugged when she realized how wet she was.

“You want it too, don’t you?” Jenny said, again to the body under her control. She took one last look at her mountainous breasts sliding away from each other on her chest, felt the manic beating of her heart, reveled in the sheer mindless horniness now spreading throughout her without signs of stopping, and dropped her head between her legs.

As she descended, still in her own grip, her chin bumped her clit. She bucked involuntarily and through sheer instinct grabbed her head tighter to ensure it didn’t fall onto the floor again. The firmer grip brought her head closer to her pussy as she relaxed on the bed, and with the force of a spiteful lover she was thrust against her own folds.

She was wetter than a ruptured waterbed as her tongue wrapped around her clit. The first orgasm was instantaneous, and she felt her lips contracting around her face.

“Ohmygod!” she shrieked, muffled by her own pussy. She knew, were her pussy looser, the force with which she now pushed her face against her groin would’ve shoved her head inside her vagina.

As the aftershocks subsided from her first orgasm, Jenny was in no mind to stop. She looked past her stomach to her wobbling breasts and brought one hand up to squeeze them. She arched her back at her own touch.

“You like that, don’t you? You’ve been a bad body, you know. A bad” – here she licked her clit again, and grunted, – “body!” She drove her tongue deep into her hole, tasting her sweet juices from every angle manisa escort at once. “You know what we do to naughty bodies, don’t you? Naughty headless sexy bodies.”

Her talk was upping the ante. She felt her heart beating faster than hummingbird wings. She couldn’t squeeze her breasts hard enough. She couldn’t suck her clit hard enough. She couldn’t lap at her lips quick enough to blow another load. But the talking was transporting her to another realm of sexual bliss.

Suddenly, Jenny’s door opened. She looked over, too horny to be worried, and saw her boyfriend, Derek, standing in the doorway with a bouquet.

“Oh, sorry baby, I didn’t mean to… Did you detach your head?”

“Yeah, I did,” she said lustily, sitting up with her head pushed against her breasts. She brushed her face against them as she spoke. “I was just punishing my naughty body. Wanna help?” Jenny turned her head to Derek, licking her lips.

In a flash, Derek had thrown the bouquet against a chair and removed his clothes.

“So, can you still control your body?” he asked, as Jenny’s headless body handed him a condom from the nightstand.

“I sure can,” she said.

“Then how are you punishing it?” He rolled the condom down his dick as Jenny’s head, level with it, watched hungrily.

“I dunno,” she deflected, “but maybe you can help.” He picked up her head and brought it to eye-level. “It’s been very naughty,” she said, pouting. “Should we spank it? Or maybe we can fuck it really hard.”

As she spoke, her body rolled over onto its stomach. She looked down at it.

“Maybe we should tie it up first. It might get away.”

“God, Jenny, I didn’t know you were a sub. You’re always such a dominatrix in the sack.”

“Well,” she offered as Derek pulled several lacy handcuffs from the dresser. “It’s not every day a girl gets to see herself as another person.”

“Would you stop moving?” Derek asked. He was struggling to handcuff her body, which was now flailing its limbs, while holding her head against his chest.

“I told you it’s being naughty,” Jenny said. “Looks like you’ll have to put me down to apprehend it.” Derek just chuckled as he shook his head.

“Is this alright?” he asked, setting her head down gently on the vanity. “Can you see everything?”

“Oh baby, can I,” she whispered, kissing him gently as he turned away.

He went back to the bed and straddled her headless body, slapping the fuzzy handcuffs around one of her arms and anchoring it to the headboard. He did the same with her other arm, and stopped when he saw that her shoulder-blades were touching each other over the space where her head should have been.

“How’s this feel, honey?” he asked, looking to his right, to the vanity, where her head sat with its eyes closed, enjoying every second of it. “Your shoulders are touching where, uh, where your head goes.”

“I know,” Jenny said. “It’s nice; you’re doing fine, baby! You’re a little heavy, though. Maybe just sit up a little?” Derek shifted his weight to his hips. “Perfect, love!”

Her legs were somewhat easier to get shackled down, and then he came back for her head.

“I think my body likes that, Derek,” she said as he lifted her up and brought her to survey herself.

She lay, helpless, headless and on her stomach on the bed. He’d anchored her legs at the ankles to the bedposts, but he handcuffed her arms together through a bar on the headboard. Instead of positioning her like an “X,” Derek had opted to tie her down like an inverted “Y.”

“Man, this is fucking weird,” he said in her ear.

“Good thing we’re both into weird, baby,” she said. “We should probably fuck my body now, though. My heart’s beating a mile a minute.”

“You don’t want me to tease you like usual?” Derek seemed a little sad.

“Baby, I teased myself long before you got here.” She grunted, gasping as he entered her. “With my tongue.”

“Hey, I can kiss you and do you from behind at the, ungh, at the same time.” Derek brought her in and snaked his tongue into her mouth. Her mouth tasted just like her pussy, and he kissed her more deeply for it. She returned the kiss with full force, moaning at him and whimpering as he rammed her.

“What are you, oh God, what are you stopping for?” her head asked as he broke the kiss off.

“I need to breathe, baby.”

“You’re not, ugh, not punishing that body enough. Turn me around.” Derek complied. Jenny looked down. From her vantage point, she had a man’s body below her. She watched, transfixed for a moment, as Derek’s cock slid in and out of her pussy, and she could both see and feel it.

“You like that?” he said, watching her staring down at her own ass as it crumpled against his thrusts. “You like watching yourself get fucked?”

“I like fucking myself,” she replied. “Slap my ass.”

She watched, thoroughly entertained, as he raised a hand and brought it across both of her buttocks, leaving mersin escort a faint red mark on both.

“Squeeze that ass,” she commanded. Again she watched, imagining that his body was hers, as a strong hand reached down and clenched its grip around her right ass cheek.

She felt his hand on her ass, and pushed her body closer to the bedsheets. Her nipples rubbed lightly against the cotton as he thrust into her, first as he punched into her pussy, and second as he dragged her backward to withdraw.

“Turn me around,” Jenny said. Derek complied. “You going to come inside that naughty, sexy, headless, helpless, horny body,” she whispered, grunting with every impact and trying to time her words around it, “or are you going to use my head as a tissue and make it catch your load?”

Derek wiped the sweat away from his forehead. “I’ve got a choice?”

Jenny grinned, closing her eyes, raising her eyebrows as his hips smashed into her ass over and over. “Not like I’m going to do anything about it.”

“Well shit,” he said, pulling out and peeling off the condom.

“One thing, though.” she said. He stopped, mid-removal. “I think, well, I know, that my body wants to masturbate. Real bad. Would you mind letting it go?”

“Nah, it’s been naughty. Why would I let it jack itself off?”

“Because I’ll bite your dick off if you don’t,” Jenny said.

Derek laughed and put her head down on her ass as he unlocked the handcuffs, throwing them into a pile on the floor. Jenny’s entire body and head were covered in a thin sheen of sweat, but all the same she kissed her ass lightly, sensually as her boyfriend freed her body.

“Kissing your own ass, you narcissist,” Derek chuckled, picking her head up and wiping her cheek on the covers. Her body rolled over and sat up, sliding a finger into its pussy and rubbing her clit.

Derek put her head on the edge of the bed and then stood, masturbating. “Oh God that’s nice,” she muttered, her eyes rolling up into her head. “Everything’s nice.”

“Look at you,” he said, turning her around. She opened her eyes to see her headless body sitting, unceremoniously, at the other end of the bed. It was hunched over, her breasts brushing her thighs, as she rubbed her pussy with one hand and pulled herself down with the other. Even though Jenny was in control of it, causing and feeling everything she saw before her, she couldn’t help but mentally remark how much it looked like someone else. She put one hand up to her neck, to the place where her head should be, and patted it as if she were still surprised that it had detached.

“Jesus, Derek, did my head really come off my body?”

“Yeah, baby. Isn’t it awesome?”

“Is that really my headless body masturbating over there?”

“I know, I can’t believe it either.”

“Derek, I think I’m gonna come.”

“Hang on, not yet, baby. I’m almost there!”

“Too late! Oh God, I’m squirting!” Jenny whimpered the last words as she closed her eyes and felt her pussy open up, felt herself get instantly wetter, and then felt a stream of warm liquid hitting her face. She leaned back against the headboard, unable to control herself in the face of such a raw orgasm, and felt Derek’s load on the back of her head.

She kept her eyes closed, but they both remained still for a second; her body, chest rising and falling soundlessly as it absently played with its pussy lips, and Derek, head buried in the crook of his arm as he caught his breath. Finally, Jenny’s body sat up and gathered her soaking head into its arms.

“I sort of, uh, gave myself a facial. I can’t exactly see anything; would you lead me to the bathroom, baby? I think we should clean up.”

“Yeah, yeah you’re right.” Derek grabbed her by the shoulders and guided her into the cold bathroom. “That was some facial,” he said as he guided her to the shower and turned the water on.

“I’ve only squirted once before. Well, you remember,” she said, passing her head from one hand to the other, then holding it on her hip like a basketball. “The first time we made love? You were so big, baby.” She reached out and gave his flaccid dick a rub.

“You were so wet, honey. So excited. Made me feel like a million bucks.” He put a hand into the shower stream. “Looks like it’s hot now. You first, or me?”

“Actually, I’m going to multitask here, baby. I’ve gotta pee like a racehorse, but take me, or my head, I guess.”

Jenny passed her head off to him as her body sat down on the toilet. He got into the shower with her and began to rinse her hair.

“Shit!” she said after a moment. Derek heard fumbling outside. “I’m out of toilet paper!” He wiped the water from her eyes and she looked up at him.

“Does it matter?” He asked, rubbing body wash on the arm supporting her head. “You can just get in here and wash off.”

“Oh,” she said as the shower door slid open and her body stepped in behind Derek. “I hadn’t thought of that.” He passed the body wash over his shoulder, and she took it from him. She opened it, then stopped.

“Actually, do you mind handing me to my body? I’m going to wash my hair first, then wash my body. I think it’d be hard to do it another way.”

Derek grabbed her shoulders and guided her headless body around him so she was in the stream. Then he handed her head to her and stepped back.

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Marcia had just finished latching her stockings to the garter belt when the door bell rang. She still only had one shoe on and was reaching under the bed to find the other. She grabbed her short red silk robe and barely had it tied by the time she reached the door, all the while, she hobbled along the long narrow hallway with one red satin stiletto on and on her tiptoes on the other foot.

The invitation came six weeks ago. Her little brother was getting married today, on Valentine’s Day. Everyone knew they were in love and everybody knew they had been having an affair for the past five years. Marcia’s brother didn’t know that everybody knew about the affair and he thought he was getting away with all of their clandestine meetings. When people in the office started to drop hints, they finally decided to get it all out in the open, to put an end to all of the gossip going on in the office corridors. That’s when her little brother, Bobby, announced his engagement to his secretary, Jennifer.

This will be Bobby’s second marriage and her first. It’s her first marriage, because she is only twenty-five. She’s still a kid for God’s sake. And, at the age of forty-five, Marcia believed her little brother to be a pervert, but she still loved him. After all, he was her little brother. And, she felt her soon-to-be, sister-in-law was a tramp, but perhaps she had made that judgment way too early in their new family relationship.

“C’mon in. I’m not ready. I can’t find the other red stiletto. I wish you would stop bayburt escort throwing my clothes around the bedroom when you tear them off of me. I can never find them afterward.” Marcia kissed Charles on the cheek, closed the door behind him, and hobbled back to her bedroom. She was still mumbling something under her breath, but as she walked further away from Charles, her words just kept drifting off into space.

“Let me help you,” his voice echoed down the hallway as he removed this overcoat and hung it in the closet. Charles was always so kind to his precious Marcia. Anything Marcia wanted, Marcia got. He entered her bedroom a few seconds later.

“Holy, shit! How can you find anything in this room? When was the last time you did laundry?” Charles started to pick up clothes off the floor, one piece at a time and piled them on a nearby chair.

“Shut up, Charlie. I’ve been busy and you didn’t seem to mind the mess the other night when you were tearing the clothes off of me because you were ‘horny’. Have you forgotten that night? Now, where the Hell did you throw my shoe?” Marcia was back on her knees looking under the bed for the red satin stiletto with her garter clad naked ass up in the air.

Charles gave her bare ass a playful pat while he fished his hand under the rumpled bedspread.

“Here it is, Marcia! I remember you digging your heels into the mattress when you were screaming that last ‘Fuck me, Charlie, Fuck me.” A smile bartın escort came to his lips and a small chuckle escaped from them. He reached down and took her by the hand to help her up.

“Sit here and I’ll buckle the strap for you.” He patted the edge of the bed to give her some direction and he slowly lifted her leg to guide her foot into the high heel. Her legs felt so great. The stockings were smooth and silky, and oh so sexy. He ran his hand up the length of her leg and grabbed the edge of the lace top stocking giving it a little snap. His lips kissed the inside of her knee while his other hand fumbled with the missing shoe and trying to place it on her foot. With his tongue, he traced a path upward to the bare skin exposed above the stocking. His teeth nibbled on the edge of the garter belt while his fingers began to explore her pussy. Her legs naturally parted to allow him entrance to her moist hole. Her robe was completely open and the heat of her inner thighs seemed to warm his chilly hand quickly.

“Make love to me, Marcia. I’m so horny,” he gazed into her eyes and they locked lips in a long, wet, sloppy kiss with tongues playing sensually with each other.

“Oh, Charles! You little devil, you. We don’t have time,” she said, drawing in a deep breath and slipping the robe down off of her shoulders to expose her new red satin bra.

“I love the new bra,” he whispered, while his right hand reached for her breast to feel her already ığdır escort hardened nipple poking through the silky fabric. His left hand massaged her pubic area, while his fingers entered her.

“And, I love your tuxedo.” Marcia began carefully to remove his jacket and tried to fold it neatly on the bed next to her. She reached around him to undo the red cummerbund quickly and dropped it to the floor. She could see his growing bulge beneath his pants and ran her hand over it to stroke it. He wasn’t the only one who was horny and she soon had his thick shaft in her hand, stoking it up and down while the sensitive tip rested gently on the edge of her lips. Her tongue lapped up his pre cum and she could taste the sweet cream that would soon be inside her wet hole.

What seemed to be only seconds passing, Charles had stepped out of his trousers, forced his wanting shaft of love into his precious Marcia, and left his gooey gift between her legs and inside her wet hole. Her legs were wrapped around him while he stoked her silken legs and he could feel the heel of the stilettos digging into his calves. Marcia arched her back as her body shuddered with delight.

Charles reached his hand down to her red satin stiletto to caress it and feel the shape of it. The five inch high heel always got him so aroused and he kissed Marcia gently on the lips.

“Thank you for that little quickie. Happy Valentine’s Day, Charlie. Now, let’s get to the wedding and see my little brother make the biggest mistake of his life.” She pinned the red rose boutonnière on his lapel and they were dressed and out of the door ten minutes later.

*****

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It was a beautiful summer day. The mailman just came to Brenda Johnston’s house. She looked through the mail, when she came across a bill from her doctor for her yearly physical. Opening it, she found her insurance didn’t pay any of it, she was refused coverage.

Brenda called the insurance company, after they checked their records; they told her she didn’t have any insurance, as she didn’t pay the premium required. Brenda checked her canceled checks and found she forgot to pay it. She called her doctor and told him her predicament. Brenda couldn’t tell her husband as he will be very angry with her. It’s her responsibility to take care of the bills; she fought with him for about three months before he gave her the check book. She took care of the finances for the family only for the last two months. He did it himself until then. Now she has a very big challenge ahead of her. The doctor told her to swing by at the end of the day today and they can discuss ways to work out payment for the bill.

Brenda was in her late forties. She was a little overweight, with nice skin and brown hair, about five foot four inches, with a forty-four, thirty, thirty-eight figure. She was a very shy lady, but pleasant to converse with, once she got to know you. She never worked outside of the house, until the kids were old enough to attend school, and then she took a job in the school system, so she would be home when her children were. Now the kids are all grown and she works part time, a few days a week for her friends home decorating consulting business as a receptionist typist.

At four-thirty Brenda went to the doctor’s office.

“Can I help you?” The receptionist asked.

“The doctor told me to come tonight at this time.” said Brenda.

“Do you have an appointment?” asked the Receptionist, as it didn’t show up on the appointment book.

“No,” Brenda told her. “The doctor asked me to come by at the end of the day today, to discuss my bill with him.”

The receptionist called the doctor. He came out as he was done with his patients for the day.

Doctor Mayors had Brenda follow him to his office. They sat down and Brenda told him what had happened.

“I really need the money right now,” said the Doctor.

“Is there some way to pay the bill in installments, as it was over four hundred and fifty dollars, with the testing you did on me?” She asked hopefully.

He thought for a while and said. “The only suggestion I have, other than call your husband is have you be an MTA for the interns here. We need a female MTA. They get paid four hundred dollars a day. The female MTA’s are needed for a week. If you’re willing to do that then, I think we can work it out and you will have extra spending money after you’re first day.”

Brenda would do almost anything, rather than have her husband find out she didn’t pay the health insurance premium. She spent the money intended for the insurance on a new outfit she didn’t need. Brenda agreed, almost before the doctor finished telling her about it.

Then as an afterthought, she asked.” What is a MTA?”

Doctor Mayors said. “An MTA is a Medical Teaching Associate.”

“What am I going to teach the interns?” She asked the doctor.

“I am going to use you as a teaching tool for the interns. You will be given a complete exam, while they observe and then participate. Each will take a turn examining you. Giving you a thorough exam,” said the doctor

She was thinking of backing out presently. Brenda doesn’t like the humiliation of the exam, or the embarrassment of being totally exposed to the doctor, let along a group of interns.

“I am a very shy person I can’t be an MTA for you. Is there any other way to pay off my debt to you?” She said smiling hopefully that they could come to some other arrangement.

The woman who was to be the MTA for the group backed out and the Doctor had to find another woman to fill in this is why he is using a form of blackmail to get Brenda to accept the MTA position.

The doctor said no problem. “I will give you until the end of the week to give me your answer. If you decide not to be my MTA I will call your husband to get paid. I need the money by the end of the month. I need an MTA next week; otherwise I have to call your husband if you decide not to do it.”

After agonizing over the proposition all night the doctor gave her, she called him the following day and told him reluctantly. “I will be an MTA for the interns.”

She had no choice, as she couldn’t come up with the money, without her husband finding out. Brenda told her friend she was working for she has to take off the following week for personal reasons. She had everything set up, but artvin escort she was not ready for what she had to do.

The Doctor told her to go to the medical college lab room one hundred and seventy-five on Monday at eight am.

“You will ask for Professor Martin he will prep you for the exam.” said the doctor.

Brenda had a very stressful weekend. She didn’t like to go to the doctors for her yearly, but now she will have to let a room full of interns examine her. Brenda couldn’t wait to get this over with. She hoped she didn’t know anyone in the group.

Her husband went to work at six thirty each morning, so she got up and took a shower checked her body, shaved her legs and trimmed her pubic area. She didn’t know what she will be told to do today, so she put on a conservative bra and pantie set, with a skirt and blouse, to finish the outfit slip on shoes.

By seven-fifteen am she was ready to go. Brenda was so nervous she was shaking. She was having trouble driving she was so scared of what she would have to do today. It took her longer than normal to arrive at the medical wing of the college, as she drove slower than usual, there was more traffic today it was earlier than when she goes downtown later in the day. She found the lab at about five minutes to eight. The door wasn’t opened yet, so she waited outside.

The Professor, a man of about fifty-five years old showed up at exactly eight am. He looked at Brenda and walked by her. He opened the lab door and went in. Brenda went in the room in back of the man.

The Professor turned around and said. “Can I help you?”

She said. “I am the MTA for the week.”

The Professor said. “I was expecting a younger woman, but it would be great to have someone older for the interns to examine.”

He said. “You’re old enough to be each of the interns mother.”

She really didn’t like this and was embarrassed to have someone her sons age examine her. Now thinking of the last statement it really upset her. She can feel the humiliation rising up thinking of young men as old as her son examining her. What will they think of her?

The Professor had her follow him into a room that turned out to be an exam room.

“Do you shave your pubic area?” He asked her.

“No, why?” she stuttered very embarrassed.

He told her. “Please remove all your clothes I will have to prep you then.”

“What do you mean by prepping me?” She stuttered feeling her face turning red with embarrassment.

He explained. “I am going to shave your vaginal area today, only leaving a little hair on your mound.”

She asked. “Where can I undress?”

He said. “You can go across the hall to the ladies room, but then you will be naked coming across the hall or you can undress in this room.”

Brenda asked, “Where is the exam gown?”

The professor said. “I can give you a gown, but you will have to take it off for the prepping anyway.”

She heaved a sigh of resignation and started to remove her clothes. She was down to her bra and panties. She turned very red she reached behind her and unhooked her bra she let it fall down her arms. She put one arm across her breasts, as she put the bra on the pile of her clothes. The hardest part was yet to come she turned her back to the professor and hooked her thumbs in the side of her panties. She slid them down her legs to the ground. When she bent over to retrieve her panties, she didn’t realize she gave the professor a great view of her flower of life and brown star from the rear. She walked to the exam table and tried to cover her body the best she could with her hands.

Brenda went to the exam table as she was instructed by the Professor. He had her get on her back and put her feet in the stirrups. At this point she has no modestly left and by the end of the day she will have many young men looking at her intimate being. She shivered at the thought.

“This is the most humiliating and exposed position any woman can be in.” she thought.

The Professor spread her wide, and stood between her legs, so he could shave her pubic area. The procedure embarrassed her greatly, not only she will be exposed to young men who are her children’s age, but she will have her pussy shaved. She has never been shaved in her life. What will Brenda to tell her husband?

The Professor used scissors to trim her first, and then he put shaving cream around her lower lips and began to shave her. He rubbed her clit as he shaved her, before long she was very aroused. This caused her more embarrassment. The Professor inserted his fingers in her pussy to hold her lips while he shaved her. She was on the verge aydın escort of an orgasm when he finished.

He had her stand up and face the exam table. The Professor told her to bend over and lay on the exam table. He spread her buttocks and checked to see if he needed to shave her backside around her brown star. She did need to have hair removed, so he lathered her. She could feel the cold air on her pussy and back door a testament to the fact she is wide open and exposed to this man she just met as he shaved her. The professor put on some lotion to eliminate the razor burn on all the shaved areas. He told her to put on her skirt and blouse, but leave off her panties and bra. She did this and felt naked. The skirt was short, so she had to watch the way she sat down.

The interns started to enter the room. Most were in their middle twenties. The Professor introduced Brenda to the group telling them she was to be their MTA for the week. Each one of them introduced themselves to her. There were fifteen young men. She was very scared presently. She wondered what they would think of her. The class was about to start and in came one more young man. Brenda didn’t see him come in, she had her back to him, as she nervously talked with a few of the young men in the front of the room to take her mind off her coming humiliation.

The Professor said. “Glad you could make it Bobby.”

Bobby explained. “I had to give some information to a doctor before I could come to this class.”

Brenda turned around and found out; to her dismay the young man was one of her sons’ grade school friends. Bobby had moved with his parents in sixth grade out of the area. She didn’t know he went to medical school, as her son had lost touch with him. Brenda couldn’t believe this. She hopes he doesn’t recognize her. Brenda didn’t say anything to the young man. In hopes he didn’t recognize her.

Professor Martin called the class to order just as Dr. Mayors entered the room carrying a large case with him. He told one of the interns to go to the car and get his medical bag. The Intern came back with it. He helped the Doctor set up the equipment he brought in.

Brenda looked at the equipment, but she didn’t know what it is. She asked the Professor, “What are you setting up?”

He told her, “It is a camera to see into a woman to her cervix. It sends an image to the monitor in real time.”

She shuttered to think this was going to be done to her in a short while in front of all these young men including her sons’ boyhood friend. She didn’t know if she could go through with the procedure.

.

Everything was ready and The Professor introduced Dr. Mayors as the authority on OBGYN exams.

Dr. Mayors said, “Thank you Brenda for consenting to be a MTA for the next week. Today we are going to concentrate on the interior of the vagina using this instrument.” He held up what looked like a dildo with light on it. “This is inserted into the vagina to see to the cervix.”

For the next fifteen minutes he talked about the use of the instrument and what can be accomplished with it. Then he called to Brenda to come to the front of the room, so he could demonstrate it.

She walked down as if she was going to be punished for something. She hadn’t sat down as she didn’t want to let anyone know she wasn’t wearing any panties.

The doctor said, “Please mount the exam table.”

She did and waited for the dreaded words. Which didn’t come instead the doctor took each of her feet and helped her put them in the stirrups and then stated, “The skirt is in the way.” He unzipped it and had her lift up to remove it.

She was in the most exposed position a woman can be in and she was in front of sixteen young men, a professor she just met and her doctor. Brenda was very humiliated, but she was getting moist to her embarrassment.

Becoming aroused during the exam is embarrassing her more than her exposure to the group. How come she is becoming excited in this situation? She didn’t believe this could turn her on so much, but it is. The Doctor looked at her flower of life and noticed she was excited, her pussy lips are engorged, and he could smell her arrousal.

The doctor noting how excited Brenda was wanted to see if she would comply with his next instruction, “I think for the rest of this demonstration the MTA should be completely nude to see how this procedure affects the body.”

Reluctantly Brenda let the doctor unbutton her top and she sat up so he could remove it. Now she was completely naked in front of the group. Everyone could see how turned on the older woman was her pussy was leaking, her nipples balıkesir escort hard, her pussy lips were engorged and the smell of a turned on woman permeated the room, if you missed the other signs the fragrance of excited pussy is unmistakable and causes males close by to become excited by an excited woman’s scent. Brenda looked around at all the men and realized they were all pitching tents in their pants. She became less embarrassed and more excited she could turn on young men at her age.

The Doctor took the round head of the camera with light on it and inserted it in her womanhood. You could see the interior just like you were in there. Everyone could see her very intimate area now. She was becoming more excited by the minute. Brenda was spreading her legs wider.

She loved the feel of the instrument, it was so hard. “OOOOOOOOOOOOH,” she moaned as the doctor was moving the instrument around in her pussy to show the group assembled all her intimate features not normally see by even her husband. He pumped the fake cock in her under the pretense of teaching his charges the geography of a woman’s man sleeve, when in reality he is was trying to get the mature woman off in front of the group

The Doctor had all the interns come up one at a time and use the instrument on Brenda. Some were very gentle with her instrument in her womanhood, others needed more practice to master the camera.

When Bobby came up he said, “Hi, do you remember me?”

She was mortified he was talking to her about the times he was at her house and he was also using the instrument on her at the same time. He was standing between her legs looking at her pussy as he conversed with her.

He whispered to her, “I would dream about you when I was younger. Now I am seeing the interior of your woman hood.” as he moved the imitation dick in and out of her pussy.

She was very close to an orgasm. There were two more students after Bobby. The last one set her off she stiffened up and had the most powerful orgasm she has ever had. Brenda screamed and passed out. The interns thought they did something wrong, even worse they hurt her flower of life.

The doctor laughed and said, “She just had an orgasm”.

This made Brenda wish she could disappear. She couldn’t believe this is happening to her. The Doctor made her stay on the exam table spread for another twenty minutes as the interns were asking questions. He would use her pussy when answering the questions. He kept his fingers in her for most of the remaining time, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her to keep her on the edge of orgasm, but never bringing her over the top. The Doctor was causally rubbing her clitoris as he answered questions. She was close to coming again by the time the question and answer period was complete.

The doctor said, “Brenda, you can get off the table now.”

Thinking the class was over she jumped off the table, but to her dismay they were not finished yet.

The doctor said, “Brenda face the exam table put your elbows on it and spread your legs, so we can use the cam on your rectal opening.”

Mortified Brenda turned and did as instructed, a smaller head was fitted to the instrument, but when the doctor started to insert it after he used a large quantity of lubricant she screamed. “You’re hurting me please go slow.”

The doctor slowed down as he pushed the instrument into her she felt like she had a log in her brown star. It felt like four hours, but the demonstration was over within five minutes. He didn’t have any of the interns use the instrument on her back door, as it was painful to her. Brenda is not accustomed to have anything in there she was an anal virgin before today.

“Thanks, Brenda we are done for today, your bill with me is paid. The remainder of the money you make will be yours.” Said the doctor

The embarrassed older woman stood up, the group has seen everything she has, and this freed her of her modesty, so she stayed to talk to the interns. Bobby talked about old times. He told Brenda he knew she was a hot lady, the comment made her turn red. They all thanked her and the Doctor told her to be at the Exam room the next day at eight am, but you better put on some clothes before you leave here. Brenda looked down and realized she didn’t have any clothes on. She dressed while they all watched her. She was getting excited again. They all followed her out to her car. They all stood there and watched her, as she drove away.

She was wondering what the next day will be like. Brenda decided she liked to be a Medical Teaching Associate for the young men and the money was better than what she was making on her present job. If all goes well this week she may volunteer to be an MTA again.

Tomorrow she will be there again. But the exam the next day is another story. If you would like to hear about it send me an email, if enough people email me I will write the next day’s story

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INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER – When Bob and Anna Wilson and their three adult kids John, Kate and Dylan along with spoiled cousin Madison went camping in the New Jersey Pine Barrens, they met and befriended two young men in the US on a working holiday – brash Australian David, better known as Davo, and his friend Travis, originally from New Zealand.

While Madison was a nightmare on the Wilson family’s 1994 camping vacation, another niece Breanna who is currently staying with them is far worse as is her best friend Isabella. When Davo and Travis arrive in the Wilson family’s Pennsylvania hometown, can they do something to relieve the long-suffering Wilsons of trailer park tramp Breanna and housing project whore Isabella? Find out by reading the eighth and final story of sexual shock comedy ‘Trailer Trash Teen Hates Rules’.

All characters and events depicted in this story are fictional, with any similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental and unintentional. Please be aware of the strong fetish themes, coarse humor (including bathroom humor), foul language and violence in the story, which may not be to everyone’s taste.

Otherwise, please enjoy Breanna’s last adventure and rate and comment.

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SATURDAY morning was the start of a beautiful Pennsylvanian summer day as Davo drove the van out of Philadelphia and into the country, Travis in the passenger seat navigating.

Passing by a farm, the young Australian looked at a field full of sheep and goats and turned to his New Zealander friend. “Hey Travis, try not jumping out of the car and scaring the sheep this time.”

Travis grinned and shook his head at his friend’s latest joke about New Zealanders and sheep. “Oh come on Davo, get some new material.”

As the duo reached the outskirts of the town the Wilson family called home, Davo glanced into the fields of another farm and his eyes went wide in astonishment. “Hey, how did we come to be in New Zealand?” he asked Travis. He pointed out the open van window.

“What is it now, Davo?” asked Travis before the young red-haired man’s eyes also went wide as Davo pulled to the side of the road and both guys looked across the field. The sound of cows mooing and the whinnying of a horse filled the van as the young men observed the amazing sight of a large black horse chasing one of a herd of cows, the stallion rearing up on its hind legs and attempting with great enthusiasm to mount the cow.

Davo shook his head as he pulled back onto the road and continued driving. “That is some weird, fucked up shit. Kate never said anything about her town being so strange.”

“No,” agreed Travis. “Although that cousin of hers, that Breanna girl sounds strange. Are you sure you really want to go there?”

“Fuck yeah, if she’s hot like Kate said she was,” said Davo. “And talking about Kate and fucking, I bet you can’t wait to get into her knickers?”

The images of Kate filled his mind, the pretty six-foot girl with her long dark hair wearing her white panties and her E-cup breasts harnessed with a white bra; Kate naked, her beautiful big breasts, the plump cheeks of her bare bottom and her luxurious carpet of black pubic hair that grew over her mound and over her pink pussy. Travis felt his groin stirring. “I hope we get a chance. On the camping trip it was okay because her parents were always so occupied with what Madison was up to, but here it might be different.”

“Breanna is much worse than Madison so Kate was saying, so I think Mr. and Mrs. Wilson will be fully occupied,” observed Davo as he slowed down on approach to an intersection. Continuing along the road, Davo turned the van into a motel parking lot. This motel was much nicer than the sleazy, cheap establishment on the bad side of town, and Davo looked the place up and down. “This looks pretty good,” he said.

“Yeah,” agreed Travis, as he stepped out of the van. He observed some signs in the park across the street, promoting the Christian Music Festival to take place that same Saturday. “Hey Davo look at this, the Christian Musical Festival. I wonder what that’s about?”

Davo also looked at the signs. “Jesus, I can’t think of anything more fun,” the young Australian said sarcastically.

*

Davo’s hypothesis that Bob and Anna Wilson were fully occupied that morning was an accurate one. They had not one but two problem teenage girls to deal with. The husband and wife glared at both Breanna and Isabella as the girls displayed their terrible table manners at breakfast, eating toast covered with peanut butter and jelly with their mouths open.

Neither girl had dressed, Breanna and Isabella both barefoot in oversize tee-shirts over their panties. Dylan of course was most interested in both his cousin and her hot Latina friend, his groin stirring as Breanna changed her position at the table, opening her legs to show her white panties while Isabella’s knees drifted apart to show the blue floral cotton panties that covered her pussy and bottom. The two girls consumed kütahya escort the last of the orange juice without asking the Wilson family if they would like any more before making their way upstairs, leaving their breakfast dishes un-cleared on the table. Dylan craned his neck as the two barefoot teenage girls made their way upstairs, observing their legs and panties.

“So, who are these two guys that are coming over for lunch today?” asked Breanna to Kate later that morning. Kate was dressed in a long blue floral skirt, her big boobs filling out her tee-shirt. Breanna wore jeans and a tee-shirt and Isabella a revealing blouse and a short skirt. Kate was busy dusting, neither Breanna nor Isabella feeling any inclination to help her.

“Davo and Travis, we met them when we were camping,” said Kate. “They’re from Australia. Well, Travis is from near Christchurch in New Zealand originally, but like Davo he lives in Melbourne.”

“We had to learn about Australia in geography at high school,” said Breanna. “It was so boring.”

“Well, why don’t you tell Davo and Travis how you feel when they arrive?” asked Kate.

“I will,” said Breanna, a challenging tone in her voice. Failing to assist Kate with moving a small cabinet, Breanna then said to her cousin, “So, what do they look like?”

“I’ll show you,” said Kate. She retrieved the packet of photographs from the camping trip, and opened them up, showing Breanna and Isabella the photographs that contained Davo and Travis. Kate saw Breanna’s interest aroused as she looked at the good-looking, muscular form of Davo, wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts, although her trailer park cousin was careful to maintain a look of indifference as she examined the photographs.

Isabella was far less constrained about expressing her opinions, although for once in her life, she only had good things to say. “Are all New Zealand guys this good looking?” she asked, pointing at Travis.

Kate was a little dismayed that Isabella was so interested in the guy that interested her, but obviously did not express these feelings, given that her parents had no idea what she and Madison had gotten up to with the guys on the camping vacation.

Breanna made her exit from the living room, the images of the great-looking young Australian traveler in her mind. Between her legs, Breanna felt her clitoris tingling and her vagina dampening as she closed the door to the room where she was staying. Pulling down her jeans to leave her standing in a tee-shirt and white bikini-style panties, Breanna reached into her bag and pulled out her tight and very short denim shorts, pulling them up and adjusting them so they fitted around her aroused pussy. As Breanna returned, Kate noted Breanna’s change of clothes, and it was obvious that her trashy cousin had taken the bait.

*

The morning seemed to drag for Breanna and Isabella as they awaited the arrival of the two great-looking guys from Australia. Towards eleven, they jumped with excitement when the doorbell rang, but to their great disappointment it was only Samantha. John’s fiancée looked pretty as ever in a lemon-colored summer dress, the girl carrying some fruit she had cut up for the barbeque. John greeted her with a kiss, and the couple made their way into the kitchen.

Another fifteen minutes passed before the doorbell rang again, and this time it was indeed Davo and Travis. “Davo, Travis, how are you?” asked Bob Wilson, as he greeted the two young men warmly and invited them inside.

“G’day Mr. Wilson, pretty good,” said Davo in his strong Australian accent. He held up a plastic bag containing steaks and sausages he and Travis had purchased at a butcher’s shop in town. “Sorry, we’re running a bit late. As soon as the butcher found out we were from Australia, he wouldn’t stop talking …”

Bob laughed, recognizing the butcher’s shop bag. “Old Mario? Yeah, he’s a nice enough guy but once he gets talking …”

Davo also laughed. “Yeah, he kept saying how great it must be to live in Australia, how we can go to the Sydney Harbor Bridge and Opera House, a swim at the Great Barrier Reef or for a picnic at Ayer’s Rock any time we like. When I said I was from Melbourne, it didn’t seem to register.”

“That’s Mario for you,” said Bob, feeling more relaxed than he had felt all week.

“Why don’t I put this in the refrigerator, Davo?” Anna suggested, taking the butcher’s bag from Davo and into the kitchen.

“Thanks Mrs. Wilson,” said Davo, as he and Travis greeted Kate, Dylan and John.

“Hi Davo, hi Travis,” said Kate warmly.

“G’day Kate,” said Davo, shaking hands with her.

“Hi Kate,” said Travis. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Yes, it’s good to see you too Travis,” said Kate, her smile masking a puzzling feeling inside her. She had really been looking forward to seeing Travis, but now that he was here she didn’t feel excited, in fact she felt kind of flat. Kate thought to herself that malatya escort maybe it was just stress, that Breanna’s antics during the week had worn her down, and that soon she would feel that excitement again.

Davo turned to John and Samantha. “Great to see you again, John,” he said as he and Travis shook hands with John. “And you must be Samantha,” Davo continued, shaking hands with the pretty strawberry blonde. “John’s told me so much about you.”

Samantha laughed and smiled. “Only good things, I hope?”

Davo noticed Samantha’s left hand, and the ring on her finger. “Wow, did you get engaged?”

“Yes, just this week,” said Samantha.

“Congratulations,” said Davo, he and Travis again shaking hands with John and Samantha. He grinned at John. “Your days of freedom are nearly over.”

“Yeah, Samantha’s already set out my schedule for the next week and the week after,” John joked, Samantha playfully poking him in the ribs.

Davo and Travis’s attention was captured by the entrance of Breanna and Isabella, Davo’s eyes going wide at the sight of Breanna, the pretty blonde dressed in a tight tee-shirt that accentuated her breasts, and the short denim shorts that showed off her shapely legs.

Bob looked at the two girls. “This is my niece Breanna, and her friend Isabella,” he said, the tone of his voice stern as he reflected on the many troubles Breanna had caused in the turbulent week. “They are both nuisances but aren’t here for long, tomorrow they will be going back to the other side of town where they belong.”

“G’day Breanna, how are ya?” Davo asked, deliberately accentuating his Australian accent as he shook hands with the girl.

Breanna, although very much interested by Davo was determined to be her usual self, and looked Davo up and down with a hard expression. “You’re from Australia? We learned about Australia in history and geography in school.”

“So what do you think of Australia?” Davo asked.

“I think it’s a heap of fucking shit,” said Breanna.

“Breanna!” snapped Bob and Anna in unison.

“Oh, you know how to swear, that’s very impressive,” said Davo to Breanna, the girl glowering back at him as he shook hands with Isabella. “Perhaps Isabella is more friendly?”

“Nice to meet you Davo,” said Isabella, shaking hands with Davo and then Travis.

“Hi Isabella, I’m Travis,” said the young man, quite taken with her good looks.

Isabella looked at him, and in a way that was completely at odds with the tough, streetwise girl who had grown up in a housing project, burst out giggling and blurted out, “You talk funny,”, sounding more like a naïve groupie meeting an actor or popstar on whom she had a crush.

Davo laughed hysterically, and Isabella blushed at what she had said and how she had said it. “Isabella, what the fuck?” asked Breanna, also laughing.

“Breanna!” warned Anna, increasingly exasperated that her niece could scarcely avoid using the word fuck in every sentence that came out of her mouth.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I said that,” said Isabella.

“No, that’s okay,” said Travis, also laughing.

“He does talk funny,” said Davo. “Australians always need to interpret for New Zealanders, so if you need to know what Travis is saying, just ask me. Just for a start, when Travis says ‘fush’ he means ‘fish’, and when he says ‘pug’ he means a pig, not a small dog.” He turned to Bob. “Now, how about I show you how us Aussies do a barbeque, Mr. Wilson?”

“Looking forward to it, Davo,” said Bob. “And I’ll show you and Travis how to do a Philly cheesesteak.”

“Sounds great,” said Davo. “Travis and I had Philly cheesesteaks for tea the other night, bloody great.”

The Wilson family and their guests split into three groups. There were the guys, Bob, John, Davo and Travis at the barbeque each with a beer, talking about things like sports, cars and fishing. There were the girls, Anna, Kate and Samantha who worked together making salads and also talking. There were the rebels, Breanna and Isabella who sat smoking cigarettes.

Left alone to brood in his own resentment was Dylan. The small statured young man had scarcely been acknowledged by Davo or Travis, and as usual he felt as though he was in the shadows of his brother and sister. Watching how relaxed his father was with the two guys from Australia, laughing and joking and talking about a variety of things made Dylan brood all the more. He and his father had never really been able to do that. Once he had gone fishing with his father, and they had barely spoken more than a dozen words the entire day. This contrasted greatly with how his father interacted with Kate or John.

With the barbeque ready, everybody sat down outside to eat, Bob feeling more relaxed than he had all week when this was shattered by two voices – young and male – calling across the back yard and setting the dogs to barking. “Hey, that looks really good.”

Dylan’s two loser friends batman escort Wayne and Kenny were there standing at the gate, as usual not knocking or ringing the doorbell. Bob cursed. These two worthless morons were attracted by food more than hyenas and vultures to a carcass of a dead animal on the African plains. And given the amount junk these two losers ate, it was amazing that they both had skinny frames, and did not weigh more than 250-pounds each.

“I love those chips,” said Kenny, staring at a bag of potato chips.

“And I’m really thirsty,” said Wayne, eying off a bottle of lemonade.

“Could we stop for lunch too?” asked Kenny, not bothering to hint at what he wanted.

Bob sighed, then an idea crossed his mind. “Yes, come in.” Bob went into the garage and removed a children’s table and chair set – used by John, Kate and Dylan in early childhood and put it alongside the main table.

As he did this, Anna introduced Wayne and Kenny to Davo, Travis and Isabella. “This is Davo White, Travis Black and Breanna’s friend Isabella Ramirez.”

Bob noted that both Wayne and Kenny gave Breanna a wide berth, as though afraid of her and he pondered what type of insanity was behind this. With his niece and his son’s loser friends, Bob assumed anything was possible, although even in the depths of his imagination Bob did not even come close to the truth. It was fortunate he did not, for if Bob knew about Kenny accidentally rupturing the condom he wore as he and Wayne engaged in anal sex with Breanna on Bob and Anna’s marital bed earlier in the week, he would surely have suffered a fatal stroke.

Bob placed a bottle of soft drink and the potato chips on the table. “Eat, and try not to say anything stupider than you two already do.”

“Thanks Mr. Wilson,” said Wayne, opening the chips.

“Yeah thanks,” said Kenny, as he stuffed a handful of chips into his mouth and ate with his mouth open.

“So Davo, do you put kangaroos and koalas on the barbeque in Australia?” Wayne asked, the young man thinking this was a great source of conversation, an opinion Bob did not share.

“Kangaroos yeah, but not koalas. Too tough and not enough meat,” joked Davo.

“They eat horses in France,” Kenny chipped in. “Do you eat horse meat in Australia?”

“Boys!” warned Anna.

“Only the ones that die at the racetrack,” laughed Davo, meeting the stupid question with sarcasm.

“There’s this really weird horse at a farm not far from here,” cut in Wayne. “It likes to mount cows.”

“Yeah, and the other morning it fucked another horse,” Kenny blurted out, he Wayne and Dylan all laughing, while Samantha put down her knife and fork and regarded Wayne and Kenny with distaste, losing her appetite at this conversation.

“Boys, that’s enough,” growled Bob.

“Actually, we saw the horse on our way into town this morning,” said Davo. “It was in the cow paddock, chasing the cows.”

“Yeah, it was pretty weird,” said Travis. “I think it has an identity problem.”

“Did it mount one?” asked Kenny.

“Okay, no more talk about horses and cows you two,” said Bob. “Is that clear?”

Kenny suddenly burst out laughing. “What’s funny?” Dylan asked his friend.

“I just realized that Davo’s surname is White and Travis’s surname is Black,” said Kenny, “that’s funny.”

“One of our mates in Melbourne has the surname Grey,” said Davo.

Kenny stopped laughing. “I don’t get it,” he said, a blank expression on his face, everyone else sighing at the young man’s stupidity.

During the rest of the lunch Kate, who was sitting opposite from Travis, could not help but notice the way Isabella shamelessly flirted with the young man, preening herself, talking often to him. Kate thought she would feel annoyed about it, yet felt indifferent, and the images of Brett filled her own imagination. She had looked forward to seeing Travis so much, yet so far it had been a big letdown.

Breanna sat next to Davo, her attitude deliberately cool. However as Davo was talking to John and Samantha about a high school camp where he and other students had cycled from Melbourne to the nearby city of Geelong, then rode out along Victoria’s famed Great Ocean Road and past the well-known Twelve Apostles rock formation on the coast to Port Campbell, he felt fingers on his leg, stroking his leg through his shorts.

Glancing under the table, he saw that Breanna’s hand was responsible. Maintaining her stony, hard expression Breanna moved her hand higher up, teasing Davo’s groin with her nimble fingers. As he continued to describe the Great Ocean Road, Davo felt himself getting harder and harder at Breanna’s touch and choked, going red in the face.

“Are you okay, Davo?” John asked, passing him a glass of water.

“Yeah,” spluttered Davo. “Just swallowed the wrong way, I think.”

Satisfied with her work, Breanna withdrew her hand and acted like nothing had happened, and the conversation turned to the Christian musical festival to be held that evening, which Kate and Dylan were attending. “Why don’t you come along too?” Kate asked Davo and Travis.

“Yeah sure,” said Davo, neither he nor Travis having ever having attended such an event, and unsure of what it entailed.

“Issy and me will go too,” said Breanna, raising her hand.

“Yeah, count us in,” said Isabella.

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Standing in my lounge room, I centred myself right in front of the couch where my best friends Malax and Aiden had taken seat. Malax, to my left, raised an eyebrow behind his thick rimmed glasses and mouthed the word “what?” in my direction. My eyes lowered to the floor, where I could see my feet hiding behind their tiny blue socks, and curling up into the carpet.

“Sit down already,” Aiden insisted with a grin and waving his hand dramatically in the direction of the couch. I let out a little exhale, which had been caught in my throat, and my eyes darted from one man to the other. They wanted me to sit between them, while watching some TV show, about serial killers, and to just relax and unwind between them.

“I just wasn’t sure,” I mumbled, “how to sit exactly.” I knew I was blocking the TV but upon seeing the tiny space between these two guys I just didn’t feel confident enough to permit myself such a position.

Malax shook his head and said, “Just sit here,” he patted the centre, “what are you talking about? You don’t think about sitting, you just do it. We-go-through-this-every- single-weekend.”

I turned around and allowed myself to sit on the edge of the couch and keep my back stiff. Both the boys grabbed a shoulder each and pushed me back into my seat properly then, and I gasped at the sudden contact. They were completely unaware, I thought, of how I was feeling in this moment. Between the serotonin, oxytocin and sheer edginess of my own disposition, I desperately wanted this moment to last forever.

Malax, who I adored dearly, was an all knowing master to my every secret. He knew, for example, that simply by running his fingers though my hair I would close my eyes and all the tension would dissipate. He knew that the words, “good girl,” would leave me blushing at the satisfaction of his approval. He knew that nothing made me happier than the affections of my closest friends.

Most secretly, however, he knew my biggest weakness.

I didn’t dare utter what my weakness was. The T word, I would refer to it as always, because truthfully the word had so much power over me. If I would say this word, then I feared people would see the blush in my cheeks and figure out the secret. I feared they would embarrass me, tease me, and decide I was silly and weak. Yet, I also longed to be embarrassed, teased and weak. I wanted to disappear into my desires and be freed from the anxiety that riddled me so.

I spent time highlighting paragraphs in self-help books, colour-coding my homework, working into the dead of the night. My anxiety levels increasing and decreasing depending on simple daily events; I felt exhausted. I didn’t enjoy the label anxiety disorder either. I was anxious, but it was necessary to my professional drive. I was in control, I was all powerful- and then- I would halt because of a simple word.

The T word.

I felt the thighs of Malax and Aiden warming each of my legs on either side. I closed my eyes to allow this. So you might ask; was I intending on making a move on Malax or Aiden? Did I have a fetish for three-ways? After all, “three-way” was a phrase that began with a T… and who was to deny Malax and Aiden if they advanced?

Yet, no, I loved my friendships deeply. I knew I was utterly devoted to them forever. Yet, I especially loved their lips. Malax’s were so soft and pink and I imagined in this moment, between the two men, sliding my tongue between Malax’s lips and begging in this gesture. Aiden had a brilliant smile- so warming and cheerful; I could not deny my indulgence in him either.

Tongue; tongues started with a T. My mind travelled between Malax and Aiden; Aiden who often poked out his tongue and flicked it around suggestively- as a joke- and yet suggestively nonetheless, seemed to have quite a rhythm for this movement. I thought then of Malax’s hands holding me down, as Aiden’s tongue protruded in my most intimate areas-

“WHAT THE HELL?!” I jolted as Aiden shouted with his hand out to the television, “What’s that guy thinking? There is clearly a killer in there!” Malax chuckled at the comment and I placed a hand tentatively to my chest area, allowing my fingers to travel up to the back of my neck, and rub apprehensively.

Anxiety. That was not a word that started with T, but it was certainly a word that plagued me day and night. Guilt seeped across my skin as I looked down at my feet, which I swung gingerly back and forth over the couch’s edge, because I was aroused. I was aroused and it felt good. Those were my states, it seemed, I was either anxious or I was aroused- and I was tired of being anxious, I was.

My heart raced either to the beat of fear or the beat of an ever burning fire that tingled across my skin and left me blushing against its heat. I knew it was wrong, to feel only between these two states, and the implications it would hold in the face of friendships. Relationships I would never betray; I pledge my body as faithfulness and beg for forgiveness ardahan escort of my mind.

I allowed my eyes to peek over at Aiden, as he exclaimed again, in his warm rounded voice that the killer was hiding behind the benches. His voice left me feeling nothing but a yearning to listen, because it was so warm and so gentle, it soothed. I understood this to mean attraction- I was attracted to my friend. I was often attracted to my friends. I realized also, that this was wrong.

Aiden caught my eye and winked. I bit my lip and turned back to the screen, while sinking further into the couch. I felt so happy in this time, because I felt cared for and loved. Malax reached out to play with my hair, and my eyes closed naturally to allow him in this moment to ease my tensions. Aiden coughed gently, pointedly even, and I opened my eyes to look in his direction.

“You know you want to, come on,” he said, while patting his thighs gently. I looked at Malax, as I often did, for approval.

“Don’t look at me, sit how you want,” he said with a smile, and so I allowed myself this one tiny pleasure; to rest my head on Malax’s lap, and my legs across Aiden’s. Now Aiden placed his hands over my shins fixedly, and Malax continued to caress the skin of the back of my neck. I was secretly feeling the height of comfort and arousal, and dared not let anyone know it.

Aiden was not one to act out of turn and touch a woman in a way she did not desire, and I respected this greatly because I did not wish for temptations to plague me. It was safer to be aroused without the pursuit of things that would destroy the basic structure of our relationships. It was safer than to be pursued, and then need a hasty defence- a lust lawyer to salvage whatever is left of your friendships.

“Tickle torture!” My ears heard the words as though someone had thrown the dart at the centre of my eardrum. My legs tensed, bending slightly from their relaxed state, and I looked at Aiden to see if he had noticed. The TV show they were watching was not about serial killers, no, this episode was specifically about a tickle fetishist. Tickle. Tickling. Making his victims squirm until their central nervous systems became overwhelmed.

Malax looked down at me and grinned knowingly, a glint in his eye and he stifled a laugh at my vulnerable response. I felt a tingle of sensation around my pussy, as it clenched involuntarily, while the T word was repeated several times in this single scene. My toes curled in their blue socks, and Aiden looked at me with a playful expression I both hoped and feared was the indicator of a cunning plan.

“You know,” Aiden turned to me carefully, his brown eyes softly observing me, “I once had this girlfriend who was incredibly ticklish. I mean, I tickled her really, really well.” I gulped.

“Yeah?” Malax grinned in my direction, “interesting story.”

Of course, naturally at this point, I sat up stiffly and considered leaving the room. Shame filled my cheeks as I realised I was a bad-bad person for feeling such a wrong lust. How horrible I was, to desire so intensely… the affections of not one- but two people at once. I found myself nestled against the edge of the coffee table, staring at the floor, and clenching my knees awkwardly.

“It is interesting,” Aiden began, “she very nearly peed her pants.”

“That’s disgusting Aid,” Malax responded, placing his hand against my back. I jumped a little and then relaxed again, “but if that’s what you’re into.”

“Ha-ha-ha,” Aiden sounded sarcastically, “actually last time I checked, you were the one into weird-ass shit.”

I considered this phrasing for a moment. It was interesting because, while Malax knew all of my personal secrets, I did not know all of his. I knew very few things- except for that these two boys loved their classical music. They would spend hours practicing their favourite instrument; the piano. Every day they would play runs of scales up and down the grand piano in their home. They lived together- and I would visit them every weekend- but I did not know what they did during the weeks.

I had only known these two boys for the last six months. However, in my loneliness, I fell head first into their metaphorical embrace. They often poked fun at me, for one thing or another; however, I had never felt as safe as I did in the moments where I was with them. Malax and Aiden; the most amazing friends I had ever had.

“I’m not the one tickling my one-night-stands until they pee all over my bed Aiden,” Malax prodded my side- making me jolt upright- and gasp, “you gotta get a new hobby.”

“Actually,” Aiden began, “I feel like tickling is possibly the best exercise for my fingers outside of actually playing the piano. After that week I spent with Natalia… I won the silver medal in Handley’s Piano Academy.”

I listened to them go on, and on. Only Malax realizing that with each and every phrasing adıyaman escort of the word, the word I could never utter… my whole body became primed for arousing attack. I crept further and further to the edge of the couch, tempting myself to fall onto the floor in an effort to withstand what would normally produce some heavy breathing and fluster-filled expressions.

“Really?” Malax exclaimed, “you tickled your way into a silver medal?” He clasped my shoulder and pulled my whole body back onto the couch. They spoke over me like this often, while I would fall asleep smiling to myself about the lucky break I had received in earning their company. My silence was not abnormal, but Malax knew better of it this particular time.

“Yes,” Aiden looked down at me and winked, “so you better watch out!”

I gulped and moved to stand up and exit the room. I made it about two centimetres off the back of the couch before both boys pulled me back down. I frowned at this moment, noting that something was strange about their advance. All eyes on me; I bit my lip and looked across the room.

“I thought you would both want to go rehearse in the back room, I could watch,” I suggested helplessly.

“We do need the practice,” Malax smoothed my hair with his palm thoughtfully, “but I don’t really feel like getting off this couch- what about you Aiden?” My eyes widened as I stared up at Malax. My chest began to rise and fall as the air filled my lungs in the infamous moments of; surely this isn’t going where I think it is?

“Emma,” Aiden drawled, “how ticklish are you?”

The silence was deafening.

“Come on Aid,” Malax spoke protectively, “She isn’t going to be cool with that kind of thing.”

“What kind of thing?” I spoke nervously.

“Well,” Aiden leaned in to whisper, “Malax and I… we”-

“AIDEN!” He interrupted suddenly, pushing his glasses up his nose, and placing a protective hand onto my knee, “she’s too weak to play with.”

I wasn’t sure what was happening. Beyond the rumble of lust and onslaught of my own heavy breathing- these two boys were discussing my viability as a plaything as though I wasn’t even there; as though I did not have an opinion or right of my own… they continued. I between them, listening to my friends, felt absurd.

-“Emma,” Aiden pinched my chin and forced my eyes to stare deeply into his, “would you like us to play with you?”

More silence from my dent in the couch. What was happening?

“Emma,” Malax interrupted, “he wants to tickle and tease you, if you say yes; you will be expected to become completely vulnerable to us.” I continued to stare into Aiden’s eyes, thinking, listening to my heart beat.

Six months I had been visiting these two boys every weekend. They would feed me, let me sleep on their couch, and they always gave me good advice. Yet here I sat with- Aiden’s hand on my thigh! — and Malax’s breath whispering in my ear, “if you don’t say no soon… I’m afraid we will have to assume you give your consent.”

I felt my body respond without my permission. My eyes closing as their hands began to run over my skin in gentle caresses. My eyes closed to their rhythm, and I felt myself being swept away in their combined scents. First Malax placed his hand firmly against the back of my neck, inspiring in me a gasp, which they both laughed at.

My cheeks had gone red. This was the price of allowing such deviousness to entertain my innermost desires. What could I do but allow their hands to tub, first gently over my inner ribs… then down towards the small of my back. Fingers curling both from the left and right of me, through my hair and over my ears; I bent my knees as though curling myself into their embrace in turn.

Aiden said it first, “we want you to be relaxed,” he tapped my knee suggestively to unwind my anxious form, “almost sedated.”

“I’m not very good at that,” I whispered.

“We know,” Malax reassured, “that’s why we are going to help you. You can have a real surge of dopamine- a hit- of pure happiness.”

Aiden and Malax each took one of my legs to spread them apart. My legs were now hanging over the couch, each one nervously pinned down with legs of their own. Their hands pressed my shoulders against the couch. My breath caught as I heard Aiden say, once more, “You’re going to feel sedated. Obedience is pleasure Emma, just do what we say.”

And how strange it was, to hear these phrases, again and again… sedated… obedience… pleasure… sedated… obedience… pleasure…

“You’re going to be a good girl,” Malax soothed, his five o’clock shadow scratching against my neck seductively. I looked at him with uncertainty, my brow furrowing at the notion; could I be a good girl and allow this to happen? I watched as he reached into his pocket and removed a length of black fabric, Aiden reached out to take one end, and they both moved to blindfold me with it.

“Wait,” karabük escort I spoke timidly, “I’m not sure about this.”

“We won’t hurt you,” Aiden assured, threateningly crawling his fingertips across my thigh, and then back down to my knee. I bit my lip in an effort not to giggle.

“But our friendship,” I gulped, pushing my long brown hair to the side of my neck, watching Aiden’s lips as he responded and hating myself for doing so.

“What about it?” He seemed curious.

Malax cleared his throat, seeming to understand my concerns, and answered for Aiden, “we will always be your friends Emma.”

I gulped again, chewing down on the riskiness of it all; if I ever lost my relationships with Malax and Aiden… I would be so lost. I didn’t want anything to change. I didn’t want to risk the fun relaxing weekends I had grown so reliant on for my happiness. I loved Malax and Aiden, each in their own ways, and I …

“Is that what you’re worried about?” Aiden laughed, “Emma, we aren’t going to fuck you.”

I blushed. “What?” My hands clenched at my sides, “I didn’t think you were going to… do that.” I lied.

“Well,” Malax sighed, “I think you did.”

“So do I Emma,” Aiden shook his head, “this is unacceptable.”

I shuddered at my own stupidity. Of course they weren’t going to be sexual with me! They were going to be playful… but not seductive. They had never mentioned sex, kissing, fingering, fucking. It was all in my head- I pulled at my legs to remove myself, but they would not let me. I attempted to jolt myself away- but even as I pushed with my entire body- neither of them was moveable. They were both incredibly strong.

“Take a deep breath Emma,” Malax began as my heart rate quickened and the humiliation of it all transpired before us, “take a deep, deep breath and let us play with you.”

“I had no idea you wanted us to fuck you,” Aiden tutted, “I thought you just wanted to be tickled.”

I shivered. Yes. I did want that. But-

“Malax?” My jaw tensed, “did you tell Aiden about my”-

“That you desperately want to be tickled?” He finished for me, “Yeah I might have mentioned it.”

“Tickling,” Aiden chimed in, “we will do easily- fucking… you have to beg for. The idea that you just expected sex…”

“No!” I exclaimed breathlessly, “No! I didn’t expect anything. I would never! Please, please don’t think that of me.”

Malax traced a finger across my neck. I bit my lip again. Aiden slid his hand between my thighs and just seconds before making contact he looked over to Malax and said, “Can you believe this girl? As if we would just fuck her.”

“I’m sorry,” I felt myself withdraw in the shame of it all. They both laughed at me, and so I looked down to the ground, letting my thick brown hair cover my blushing cheeks.

“Shhh,” Malax said, “we’re just teasing,” and he and Aiden both placed the blindfold over my eyes. I let them do it. I let them take me toward another room- perhaps their rehearsal space. I wasn’t sure as I ended up on the carpet somewhere in deep-seated confusion. I let them, because I felt so worthless, and so filled with shame.

“Aiden,” I said tentatively, moving my hands up to remove the blindfold- yet my wrists were both captured by strong arms- and I could not tell whose. “Malax… I don’t want you both to think I’m a… like I’m someone who just wants to have sex with you. I never expected you both to sleep with me, please believe me!”

“We believe you kiddo,” Aiden’s voice sounded and I felt a pat on my head.

“We were just playing around,” Malax said, “you’re so easy to wind up.”

“You really do just believe anything we say to you?” Aiden teased while wriggling his fingers underneath my chin. I giggled and tried to turn away, foolishly squealing as I was unable to escape.

“So you don’t think I’m selfish and greedy?” I gasped just as Aiden stopped torturing me, “You don’t think I’m a slut?”

There was a silence. A silence filled with nothing but darkness as my vision was blocked and I lay helplessly pinned to their floor. As the silence deadened me, I felt a gentle caress across my stomach, fingers gliding over the skin, begging me to forget the torments and insecurities… and to just react- with giggles.

I blushed and squirmed in the opposite direction. I was ashamed to be filled with such joy beneath their strong hands and all-seeing gazes. “You’re the greediest girl I’ve ever met,” Aiden spoke sarcastically, jabbing my rib cage and then my neck.

“You’re the only girl I’ve ever met- who wants her friends to use her- like a play toy,” Malax wriggled his fingertips against my toes.

Suddenly, I felt their hands all over my body… wriggling and poking where they shouldn’t be. Holding me still and forcing me into submission, I moaned uncontrollably between gasps and giggles. Again I heard the words … obedience … sedated… pleasure… strangely causing my body to feel all the more vulnerable. The sound of each of their voices filled my ears with perfectly pronounced phrases-

“Is this what you wanted?” one of them said, “to be tickle-fucked?” My pussy clenched at the T word. They kept saying that word in a particular way, allowing it to roll off their tongues easily, knowing the impact it would have on my body.

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The Diane portion of the story is essentially as it happened. The Mary portion has happened many times…in my imagination.

“So what was the kinkiest thing you ever did,” asked the woman sitting in seat 12B. 12A felt a sudden surge of blood to his groin.

My name is Brian and I occupied 12A on what seemed like an endless flight from NYC to Chicago. It was then that I met Mary.

I have a theory that a woman’s name signals how she looks. Before you say that my theory is nuts, have you ever met a drop-dead gorgeous Greta. Forget it. Or how about a butt-ugly Allison. No way. Allisons don’t come ugly let alone butt ugly. Well, in keeping with this theory I swear that every Mary I have ever met has been attractive…that’s code for nice looking but not gorgeous…and every Mary I ever met I liked. This Mary, the one in seat 12B, was no different. She had dark hair…absolutely her natural color, which is a big-time plus in my book…and she wore it in a style that shouted business by day, but whispered “take me out for drinks and let’s see what happens” as soon as the sun goes down. This Mary, as with all the other Marys I had ever met, had a nice figure, but it wasn’t remarkable in any particular way. Nice breasts…maybe a B cup after being in the dryer a few times…nice legs and a nice rear end. Yes indeed, the Mary in 12B was nice.

Did I mention that the flight took forever? Well, after we consumed all the available reading material without saying more than a couple of words to one another, she asked me what I did for a living. I told her I was an advertising copywriter. She, on the other hand, was in the book publishing business so it gave us something in common to work with. And did it ever. “I’ll bet you never read one of our books,” she said. There was so much confidence in her voice that I thought it was probably true. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why.”

“I edit trashy romance novels. You’re not exactly our target audience,” she said, assuredly, making it sound more like a compliment than a fact. I picked up the ball and thanked her for assigning me to a loftier status than her customers, adding that maybe I didn’t deserve it.

“Hmmm, maybe you don’t,” she said smiling devilishly. “Some of the stuff we’ve been publishing lately has been getting a little out there. Then, with a twinkle in her eye, maybe you’d like some of it. “I’ll give you a test. What’s the kinkiest thing you ever did?”

Not completely believing what I heard from seat 12B, I sat in 12A like an idiot, while my interrogator gloried in my discomfort. Finally, gathering myself and realizing that there might be a hell of a night ahead if I play my cards right, I took her bait.

“So, you want to know the kinkiest thing I ever did, huh?”

Well, I’m reluctant to tell you because it is a bit weird … but I will. Mary, this is nothing that I would have ever confessed a desire to do, though it sure worked when it happened, and nothing similar has happened since, so here goes…

Diane and I dated for about a year after my first marriage hit the rocks. Actually, she had been a customer of mine for years. We always connected as friends and she was the type I had always fallen for. She was preppy without being stiff … you know, the Catholic School type … and she didn’t have a pretentious bone in her kırklareli escort body despite the fact that she was very bright, and held a position in her firm that was usually occupied by someone many years her senior.

Diane was cute, and she had a perkiness that was infectious. Whenever I was with her I often wondered if it was possible NOT to like her. But the really curious thing about Diane was that, without trying to, she exuded a sexuality that was completely unforced and unmistakable to any male who came into contact with her. This was despite her quite-small breasts and her not-quite-so-small hips. But Diane had what it took to get a man’s attention … her quiet, unforced attractiveness, her obvious intelligence and the outstanding success she had achieved so early in her professional life. And Diane sure got my attention. That isn’t to say that I hit on her or anything like that, but I thought about it … it’s that male lust thing … but, as any business-person knows, it’s not a good idea to mess around with customers. Especially good ones.

Well, all that changed after we went to the U.S. Open at Forest Hills, then to dinner, and later to a really funky bar. It was there that a little drinking turned into a little more drinking and, as time went on, it became obvious to both of us that the evening was not going to end at her front door; we were enjoying one another’s company far too much to see it end. And it didn’t.

Over the course of the next year we spent a lot time together. She had an apartment in Manhattan, and I had one just outside the city. Depending on our schedules she would either stay at my place or me at hers. We had a wonderful time together.

One evening I arrived at her place after having dinner with a client. After saying hi and playing at little touchy-feely at the door, I went into the bedroom to change clothes. On the bed was a new, unopened syringe bag. I thought that maybe she had a vaginal infection, but since I hung out there quite frequently, I would have noticed. So I carried it into the living room where she sat watching TV. How come you bought this, Di? I asked. She said she hadn’t felt that that great lately, adding that it was probably all the traveling she had been doing. She said that her mother, who did more than a little traveling herself, suggested that an enema might help.

By way of background, Diane had clients in both Chicago and on the West Coast. She often claimed that flying, eating at strange hours and indulging in cuisine that was often rich and difficult to digest clogged up her system. I never paid much attention to it because every woman I ever knew seemed to have similar complaints.

Then, she hit me with a zinger. She asked me if I knew anything about enemas because she didn’t. The only kind she had ever had was a Fleet and, since she felt really crummy, believed that she needed more than that.

I told her that my experience was primarily limited to being on the receiving end of a few childhood enemas … in my Irish-Catholic family an enema was seen as the cure for everything from an upset stomach to falling hair … but that on one occasion I had given myself a couple of enemas as part of a prep routine for a lower GI. Accepting that as enough experience afyon escort … at least is was more than she had … she asked if I would help her. With a combination of compassion, curiosity and a mysteriously erotic buzz about the whole thing I said that I would be happy to do so.

As the evening wore on, and thinking about what Diane and I were going to do, I recalled something that happened in fifth grade. I was always a bit of a cutup in school, loving to get a laugh from my classmates which, according to my teacher, and attested to by the many notes that were sent home to my mother, I did far too often. Well, one day I was told to stand in the hall along with a class mate named Betty Jean, a female version of me. It wasn’t a good idea to have both of us in the same class and we proved that often enough. So, as we cooled our heels in the hall, we got to talking and the subject of playing doctor came up. She told me that she had recently done it with a cousin. So, one thing led to another and we went to her house after school. She was an only child and her mom was at work so we had access to everything in the bathroom … things like her mom’s douche and enema bag, along with the associated tips that came with it. So we played…

I mention it now because the more I thought about the fun Betty Jean and I had in the bathroom, the greater the anticipation I felt about giving Diane an enema. Man, this is weird, I thought at the time; a childhood memory fueling an interest in adult games.

After a couple of hours of relaxing and a few glasses of wine, the time had come. Diane broke the ice: “I’ve been sitting here watching TV, but all I keep thinking about is you giving me an enema. How strange is that?” she asked. “Not so strange,” I responded, laughing. “Thanks to Betty Jean, I’ve been thinking about it, too.” Before she could ask, I told her, smiling, that I’d tell her about Betty Jean after we finished.

As Diane got up from her chair, she got technical: “Brian, tell me this isn’t going to make me crampy.” I told her that she should control the water going in, and that I would massage her tummy so that it would flow more easily. Also, I made sure to tell here that there was no time limit, and that slow was what it was all about. It really sounded like I knew what I was talking about.

Comforted, Diane spread some plush towels on the floor of the bathroom, lit a candle, and poured the both of us another glass of wine. She asked me to set up the enema bag, while she removed her robe and panties. When I hung the full bag from the doorknob it looked positively scary…more like a blimp than two quarts of water encased in red rubber … and I could see the “do I really want to do this” look sweep across her face. Then, playfully, she wondered out loud if she was going to be the first person to explode taking an enema. Looking at her petite body I kind of wondered that, too, but we pressed on…

After putting some lubrication on my finger, I put it against her anus and gently eased it into her. We had done this kind of thing many times as part of our sex play, but this seemed so different. I moved my finger around inside her rectum for maybe 30 seconds, I whispered that I could tell why she needed an enema. Embarrassed, but still enjoying the amasya escort feeling of my finger as it moved deeply within her, she nearly came to orgasm. After a quiet moment or two, as her sexual tension was gradually replaced by a look of exploration and excitement, she rolled onto her back, and pulled her knees up so I could insert the enema nozzle. With Diane pinching the hose, I undid the clip and began massaging her tummy. She told me she could feel the water going into her and that it felt very good.

Mary, it was then when the whole experience took on a completely unexpected life of its own. The sensual feeling of having her bowels filled must have triggered some sort of dirty-girl sexuality that was taking her to places she had never been … nor dreamed about. She moved her thighs far apart so I could plainly see the black nozzle disappearing into her anus. Her vaginal lips, open and inviting and dripping wet, pleaded for my kisses. Surrendering to her, my tongue licked and my mouth sucked and her wetness filled my mouth as I played with the nozzle, just as I had done with Betty Jean so many years earlier, gently, so gently, from side to side and up and down and in and out.

The next so many minutes … we had both lost track of time … was a roller coaster of forbidden sexual and sensual emotion. As Diane’s bowels continued to be filled with warm water and as my tongue licked and probed and played, she, time after time, retreated from the brink sensing that sexual relief, together with the building pressure in her bowels, would have made it impossible to hold back the inevitable. Then, as she dangerously edged up to another peak, she quietly but firmly told me that she needed to get to the toilet. As I helped her up she asked if I would bring her to orgasm while sat on the toilet. I put two fingers of one hand deep inside her vagina, while fingers of my other hand circled her incredibly swollen clitoris. In seconds she exploded in a release that I swear involved every nerve ending in her body. As she trembled and as moans rose from deep within her she experienced what was nothing less than complete capitulation. Gradually, as she regained control of herself, I pulled away gently while wrapping her in her robe and the plush towels from the floor. Later, instead of making love, we held each other very close, feeling our bodies against one another and wishing time would stand still.

The story done, 12A and 12B sat quietly, looking at one another, wondering what to say. “Well, Mary, what do you think? Was it kinky enough?”

A much smaller, weaker sounding voice answered than had belonged to 12B before my story began. “I’m sorry, Brian. Just give me a minute to collect myself.”

Frightened that I had scared Mary off, I started to apologize for going too far when she stopped me. “Please, Brian, don’t take my reaction as negative. I had never heard a story like that, and you told it in such a loving way … well, it was quite something to hear.” As she finished saying that a smile came over her face. Sheepishly, I smiled back, asking if maybe we could have dinner that evening.

After a momentary pause, which seemed like forever, her eyes connected with mine and, as she extended her hand to gently touch my arm, declined my invitation. I couldn’t hide my disappointment. It was immediate and painfully obvious, confessing the affection that I had developed for this virtual stranger in seat 12b. Her hand slid slowly down my arm until our hands met, her fingers closing, almost imperceptibly, around mine. “Brian, I really would like to have dinner but there have been too many dinners lately, and my tummy has been a little out of sorts…”

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