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Friday finally arrived. I had been in such a heightened state all the rest of that week, thinking about the thrill of being with him, replaying the size and shape, the feel and taste of Donny’s incredible penis. I had jacked off mercilessly twice, even though I promised myself I would wait for him; I couldn’t help myself.

I dressed in jeans and a white dress shirt, commando style for quick access, and drove over to his place. I parked across the street and walked up to the door. My heart was pounding. The door swung open almost as soon as I knocked. Donny was dressed nicely, matching my outfit almost exactly. I wondered briefly if he was commando as well. He invited me inside.

We chit chatted briefly as we entered the living room, which appeared to be in a time warp; totally 70s.

“Donny?” his mother called from the other room.

“Steven’s here.” He called back over his shoulder. “I told her you were coming. I have almost no friends over anymore.” He confided to me quietly.

His mother appeared at the door, dressed in a housecoat that was the total match for the décor. She was shuffling a bit with a walker, but otherwise looked quite hale and hearty. I moved to greet her and shake her hand.

“Hello Mrs. …..” I paused realizing only then that I didn’t actually know Donny’s last name. ” …Mrs. Donny’s mother.” She smiled. I caught Donny react a bit out of the corner of my eye. “It is a pleasure to meet you Mrs. …”

“Anderson.” She said with a bright, mischievous smile. “Katherine Anderson. Lovely to meet you as well.” She hadn’t let go of my hand. “Donny brings so few of his friends around.” she told me, with a quick glance at Donny. He said nothing.

Katherine really was lovely. She was middle to late 60s, 5′-8″ maybe, dark hair going grey throughout, large bright blue eyes, and had fairly large breasts, which was all that could be gained from studying the shapeless, zip-front, floral housecoat that hung from her breasts almost to the floor. Her nipples were obviously erect, as two long pleats of fabric hung from each one clear to the floor.

Donny helped her to a chair and I sat opposite. He offered a beer which we both accepted and he left us to chat in the living room. We chatted about me and my business, my life, marriage, divorce and kids. I asked her about her and Mr. Anderson and got the entire story of her life right up to that moment. Donny had returned somewhere in there with 3 bottles of beer and by the end of her dissertation mine was empty.

“So how long have you two been friends?” she asked me.

“Not long. Couple of months is all.”

“Where did you meet?” ‘Here we go’, I thought. The interrogation starts. I opted to be open and blunt. If she wanted to know, I would tell her.

“Well we met at Starbucks, but had actually, I guess, met online, reviewing each other’s writing.”

“You’re a writer?” she asked.

“Only amateur status really. Fiction mostly. Nothing published in print.”

“I’ve never read your writing.” She told Donny, turning her attention to him. Donny said nothing.

“Well, like me it’s only amateur stuff. He’s quite good, but nothing that you would have seen and heard about really.” Her focus remained on her son.

“I’d like to read some of it someday.”

We sat and chatted for quite a while. I liked her, she was straight and to the point, so I opted to be the same. I was frank about my family and my divorce. No girlfriends just now. Lots of friends but nothing serious. A couple of times, Katherine made comments about Donny not being serious about anyone either, that he spent a lot of his time alone; comments like that.

“Katherine.” I said aloud. “Katherine sounds awfully formal. Do you go by a nick name by chance? Kathy? Kate? Katie?” She wrinkled her nose at this last one. I smiled.

“Kathy sometimes.” She said. “Or Kate. Ander, my late husband called me Kay.”

“Ander?” I asked. “Your husband’s name was Ander Anderson?” She smiled sheepishly.

“Yeah, yeah. Make fun. Everyone did when they first met him.”

“Well, easy to remember. And memorable.”

“He was also 6′-8″ tall and 250 pounds, so yeah. Hard to forget.”

“He sounds like a ‘Big Guy’.” I said glancing at Donny.

At a lull in the conversation, Donny jumped in.

“Feel like a soak?” he asked me. “We were thinking of using the hot tub.” He said turning to his mother.

“Sure, sounds wonderful. Help yourself.” Donny practically shot to his feet.

“Do you go in the hot tub, Mrs. Anderson?” I asked her.

“Please, call me Katherine.” She said. “Or …” Her eyebrows raised questioningly.

“Kat?” I asked after a moment’s thought. “Does anyone call you Kat?”

“Never.” She told me, a smile growing. “No one has ever called me ‘Kat’.” The smile lingered. I smiled as well.

“Would that be okay?”

“Yes, fine” her eyes sparkled a bit. ‘I was right’, I thought, she was flirting with me just a bit.

Donny and I got up and went kırklareli escort through her bedroom to the outside deck where the tub was. It was completely enclosed and hidden from the outside world. There were hooks on the wall for holding robes and such and we quickly and quietly kicked off shoes, peeled off shirts and finally, almost at the same time dropped our pants.

“Ooooh! There you are!” I said to his massive cock. “Hello lover!” I moved closer and ran my fingers over the length of his huge cock. I leaned in and we kissed briefly. “God I love your cock baby!” I held it up between us as we kissed deeply. It reached my chest. Looking into his eyes in leaned over, not too far, and kissed the tip, flicking my tongue over it. “I have been dreaming of this.” I told him.

We settled into the tub and laid back opposite each other. The water was wonderful; very hot!! We relaxed and played footsy for a bit and then Donny’s foot drifted up into my lap. I took hold of it and guided it to my erection. He moaned at the touch. His other foot cam up and I held them together and began fucking my cock between them.

“Oh Steven! Your cock is so awesome!” he told me quietly.

“Yeah? Well, I’m glad you like it.

I continued pumping in and out for a bit and then stood up to reveal my cock right at the level of the water. I was hard as a rock. Donny reached out to gently take me in his hands.

“Ooh yeah, baby! I love this hard cock.” He told me. “Oh Steven. Feed it to me baby.” He began to take me in his mouth. I stood with my hands on his shoulders and I began to thrust into his mouth. It felt so fucking good.

Looking over his shoulder, I noticed Kat moving into her room and laying down on her bed. She was facing directly at me. I looked around to try and gauge how bright it was inside versus the level of light on the porch. Could she see us I wondered.

“Oh Donny, baby. You suck cock like a champion, but I’m wondering if your mom can see us. She’s in bed now.” He lurched a bit and turned to check the sight line. I slid back into the tub, not wanting to upset anyone.

“I don’t know.” He said quietly. “It’s pretty dark out here.” His back was to me, as he kneeled on the bench with his arms on the edge of the tub, watching to see if she would look like she could see. I moved in behind him and slipped my hand between his thighs.

“Oooooh yeah. Give me that huge, gorgeous cock lover.” I whispered, stroking my hand over his balls and out along the incredible length of his shaft. He moaned in surprise and excitement. “Oh baby. You’re so big and hard for me.” He didn’t move, just let me move in close and stroke his enormous muscle.

“I want you in my mouth lover. I want to give you such a sexy blowjob right now. Feed me that big dick, Donny.

We both watched for a little bit to see if we could tell if we were visible. We didn’t think so. I had Donny stand, turn and sit on the edge of the tub and began happily blowing his huge cock. It was just as amazing as I remembered it being. Unimaginably huge and thick and long and full and hard and delicious, gently streaming precum. My tongue was coated with his thick cream instantly. I would lick up and down one side, suck it for a bit and then lick up and down the other side. It was heaven.

We both froze when we heard the door open behind him.

“Goodness it’s dark out here.” Kat said to no one in particular. I slid off his thick shaft quickly and quietly, remaining hidden by Donny’s body. I slipped back into the tub. “Would you boys like another beer?” she asked.

“Ooh. That sounds wonderful.” I said peering around Donny as he continued to sit there on the edge.

“Here let me get them.” She said as she turned to leave. I noticed that in my position she must have known that I would be facing directly into Donny’s crotch. He was obviously without any clothes, as he sat there.

“No please.” I said. “Let me do it. That’s too much for you to carry.”

“Oh you sweetheart.” She said turning back to us. “How thoughtful of you.”

I realized that I had no towel out there on the deck. “Actually we forgot towels.” I stated looking around.

“Oh, no problem, there are some in the bathroom right here.” She said but didn’t move.

“Oh, … Okay.” I said and then simply stood up and got out of the tub. “Thank you Kat.”

“Kat.” She said chuckling. “Kat. No one ever called me that.” She said as she watched me climb out of the tub, still quite erect. “I kind of like it.” She was watching me as I stepped past her. She placed her hand on my chest as I passed her closely. “It’s cute.” I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me, making my erection even more noticeable, tenting out the front of the towel. I padded to the fridge and grabbed two beers.

When I returned Kat was lighting a lantern that hung on the wall outside the door.

“It’s so dark out here. This will give you a little bit of light at least” afyon escort she said. She remained and watched as I doffed the towel, exposing my bouncing hard on again and climbed back into the tub. “Enjoy.” She said as she went inside and closed the door. I watched around Donny’s body as she returned to her bed and laid back in place, with a direct eye line to us.

Donny slid back into the tub, gulping beer, appearing chagrined that we had almost been caught.

“You know,” I said quietly, “I don’t think she cares. I think she wants us to have fun.” Donny looked unconvinced. “I think she’s cool about the whole thing.”

“You think so?” he asked, genuinely. I only nodded.

I finished my beer and then took Donny’s bottle when he was done.

“C’mere stud.” I said, standing up again. “Give me some more of that wonderful head.” Donny turned to see what kind of view his mother would have of us and then, finally giving me a ‘what the fuck’ kind of look began to again give me his luscious mouth sucking me deeply. “Yeah. That’s it lover. Take it. Take it nice a deep. You give such wonderful, loving head baby.”

I looked up to see Kat sitting up in bed reading a magazine. Her glasses were perched on her nose as she studied it. I looked down at Donny’s sexy lips wrapped around me and he bobbed happily up and down my length.

“Oh yeah! That is so good. Your mouth looks so sexy around me.” I glanced up to see Kat watching over the tops of her glasses. She quickly looked back down at her magazine. I looked down into Donny’s eyes as he licked my length. His tongue hanging out obscenely, as he ran it up and down my cock. I was so fucking hard!

I looked up to Kat again and again she was watching. She took a bit longer to avert her gaze this time. I bit my lower lip and kept watching her. She glanced back up but only for a moment. I waited. She looked up again and watched me as I watched her. I had my eyes almost completely closed, but could see her through squinted eyes. She watched and watched.

I brought my hand to the back of his head and began fucking his mouth, giving her absolutely no doubt that her son was sucking my cock with passion. First her magazine dropped to her lap, then she set it aside. I opened my eyes fully and she didn’t look away. I just smiled and nodded as I kept thrusting my hips. She then removed her glasses and set them on the forgotten magazine. She was intent on watching the show.

I smiled and nodded, then she smiled and nodded.

“Oh Donny,” I whispered. “Oh yeah lover, suck that cock. Oh yes! Take me deep like that. Oh that is so good.” I leaned down a bit and whispered, “Your mom can definitely see us.” He didn’t even slow down. “She is watching us and loves it.” I looked up at Kat and she ran her tongue lewdly all around her lips. I nodded to her. “Oh yeah. She is loving this. I am loving this!”

I moved up to sit out on the edge of the tub and spread my legs wide open. Donny just moved forward and continued blowing me. It was so great! I gently combed my fingers through his hair. like a lover. I caressed his ears as he bobbed up and down on my incredibly hard cock. I looked up to Kat and when I did, she reached up and began to unzip her housecoat. She pulled it slowly intently down to her tummy, exposing skin all the way down.

She was laying back in bed watching her son, her own son bobbing his mouth up and down the hard cock of his lover, not 30 feet away, and was loving it. As she and I watched each other, she reached up and pulled the housecoat aside to reveal her large, gorgeous, perfect right breast. She pulled it out with her left hand and, using her right hand began to tease and pull the nipple. Her breast was nice and full and firm, with a hard nipple and large pink areola. It was the sexiest breast I’ve seen in years!

She yanked her outfit open showing me both of her big full sexy tits. She took them in her hands and held them out to me, imploring me to gaze upon them. I wanted to shoot my cum all over them. She jiggled them slightly and I started to cum. She could tell that I was ejaculating into her son’s loving mouth. She was smiling and nodding as I flooded her son’s mouth with warm, creamy sperm. She watched as Donny’s head stopped bobbing and he simply held me deep in his mouth, swallowing and drinking my warm cum.

She watched as he finally let me go, stood up to me and we kissed and embraced like lovers, knowing that I was now tasting the creamy sperm that I had placed on her sons tongue. I let her watch us as we made out passionately, my hands stroking all over her son’s body, grabbing his butt, reaching between us to stroke his immense penis. I even turned him to profile as I stroked the length of his massive tool and leaned over to kiss and lick the head. I looked up into her eyes before leaning down to engulf the enormous head in my mouth. She knew now that we were lovers in the best sense.

We finally collapsed a bit, amasya escort wildly overheated.

“I need to get out.” I told him. He agreed.

“Shall we shower?” he asked. I agreed that it sounded wonderful.

We grabbed our clothes and went inside, not bothering to cover up.

“We’re going to grab a shower.” Donny told his mother. I noticed that she had zipped back up again.

“Why don’t you use mine.” She said. “You can both fit in mine.” Donny had a look that was a bit shocked at the suggestion. I noticed that he had his pile of clothes held in front of him, while mine were to the side, giving Kat a clear view of my soft, but still full, cock. She made no bones about looking. I took Donny’s clothes and tossed them on the floor with mine. She was noticeably excited to have us both nude, semi-erect and our swinging cocks right there in front of her.

“Sounds great!” I said. “I’ll get him nice and clean …” I looked to her as I placed my hand on his chest. I made kind of a gentle scrubbing motion around his chest, dropped my hand to his stomach and then slowly down over his hardening cock. ” … everywhere.” I emphasized gently stroking his length

“Mmmmm sounds wonderful.” She cooed, watching my hand gently stroke her son’s huge cock.

“Oh it is.” I sighed. “It is so wonderful.” I stroked a few more times. She and I shared a look. “What an incredible, gorgeous, sexy penis.” I said, almost to myself.

“Thank you.” I told her. For what, she asked. “For being such an incredibly loving mother.” I moved to her and gently kissed her lips. I leaned in close to the ear furthest from Donny. I whispered. “By the way, you have the most gorgeous breasts I have ever seen. Truly.” We shared another quick look and then another quick kiss and I stood turning to Donny, “C’mere you, let’s get you clean.”

Entering her bathroom I was stunned by the elegance of the room. It had been redone at some point with no expense spared. It was elegant and spacious, with benches and a huge tub inset into the bay window, cherry wood cabinets throughout and an enormous shower with a glass swinging door. We got in turned a knob and preheated water began to spray from 3 directions. The light in the bathroom was muted but the light in the shower made it look like we were on display. I suppose we were.

From her spot in bed, Kat had another front row seat to watch us together. Donny and I each had matching shower heads and we stood under them facing each other. I pulled him towards me and began to soap up his back, reaching around to do his chest and shoulders. I knelt down and did his butt and then reaching around I gently soaped his massive cock and balls. Looking out towards Kat she was turned to fully face us, watching. I smiled as did she.

I stood and pulled Donny into the spray of water to rinse him and then he washed me the same way. Kat was now turned towards up sitting on the edge of her bed. Donny hadn’t stood to rinse me and was now kneeling before me as he turned me to face him. He began to stroke and kiss my cock, which was completely hard again. His mouth was the most exquisite vessel for my penis to ride in and out of; heavenly cocksucker! I turned to watch as Kat unzipped and shrugged her housecoat of her shoulders, leaving her completely topless, her gorgeous big tits fully on display.

I looked down into Donny’s eyes and told him about his mother stripping. He glanced her way and then went back to sucking me deeply and lovingly. I looked again as Kat stood and dropped her gown to the floor. She was wearing cute bikini briefs, not what I would have expected. She was just a little thick in the middle but had great legs and fantastic, big beautiful, full, upright breasts! They were incredible!!

She left her walker and grabbing a cane, made her way to the bathroom, crossing just in front of us. Her beautiful breasts had just the slightest, sexiest sway as she moved. I was entranced.

“Don’t mind me,” said, “just getting ready for bed.” I noticed that her briefs were lacy and almost a thong in the back. There was a bit of coverage, but not much. Her bottom was really very sexy as well.

Donny continued to happily swallow my cock as I watched his mother, not 10 feet away, brushing her teeth. I could watch the sway of her tits in the mirror as she did so. She in turn continued to watch in the mirror as her son bobbed up and down on me. I was getting close. She was putting on face cream in the mirror as I continued to fuck Donny’s mouth.

The centerpiece of her bathroom was a huge copper bathtub that would have fit two people easy. On both sides was a beautiful stone bench with a pile of rolled up towels sitting at the end. Kat moved to the bench facing us and sat down to apply cream to her legs. They really were gorgeous. She applied the cream slowly watching us.

“You two are so sexy together.” She finally said. I was entranced with her swinging breasts and Donny’s incredible mouth. “Is he sucking you good?” she asked.

“Oh! So good!” I cried out. I had his head in both hands and was fucking his mouth with long deep strokes. “He is so wonderful.” She just watched entranced, finished with her legs. Kat then began to apply cream to her breasts, holding both in her hands and kneading and caressing them. Her thumbs and forefingers teasing and pulling on her nipples.

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Max and Tony had been friends since third grade. They were always together, had similar interests. If folks out in the community saw one of the close buddies alone, they would ask were the other was.

It seemed that they were mismatched. Max was tall and lean, with a dark complexion and perfect hair. He was an accomplished high school athlete. Tony was the opposite, a little shorter, but chunky with curly reddish hair. Not an athlete at all, he wrote about sports in the high school newspaper. Max was outgoing and had plenty of girlfriends; Tony was shy and had never been on a date. But while uncomfortable around most people, Tony was completely at ease with Max.

They shared thoughts, ideas, hopes and dreams.

Each wondered about the future of the friendship, though, after graduation from high school. Max went to a large state university with a plan to become a chemical engineer. Tony went to a small school with a dream of becoming a math teacher. At first, the two exchanged frequent phone calls and emails, but as they settled in to their respective college lives, each made new friends, studies occupied much of the time, and the contact waned.

Come Thanksgiving break, though, the two were back together and things were as they always had been.

They reunited at Tony’s house. Nobody else was home. Tony’s mom was out to collect her free turkey from a local supermarket — a prize for spending $400 in the weeks leading up to the holiday.

They were hanging out in the finished basement, where they shot a little pool and watched some TV. Max, lounging on an old couch in the basement, looked over at Tony, who was sitting on an overstuffed chair that once was in the living room upstairs.

“Hey,” Max asked. “Do you think you still have that skill of yours to rub knots out of my shoulder muscles?”

Max had been a three-sport athlete in high school, and was always complaining of sore muscles. In a trade of services, Tony would dig into Max’s shoulders and back to ease his pain. In exchange, Max would give Tony what they called the “soft tickle.” Tony didn’t like the rough, deep-muscle massage stuff. So Max would lightly run his fingertips over Tony’s back, which always resulted in huge goosebumps. “I’ll give it a try,” Tony said, switching over to the couch.

Max sat on the floor in front of him and Tony worked his magic. Max’s muscles were super tight, and no amount of pressure was too great for him to endure. Twenty minutes later, Max was loosely rolling his head in circles, moaning in pleasure. “Brother, you are the best,” he said. Tony responded by quipping, “my turn.”

The chunky Tony pulled off his shirt, something he was reluctant to do in front of anyone else, and switched places with Max. He loved that light touch, and it was quickly evident that Max was as good as ever at it. It was delicious. The touching for each had always been limited to the the back. Tony was a little shocked when Max moved his fingertips to kastamonu escort the sides of his neck. As he did, Tony shuddered. “What was that, man?” Max said. “Didn’t you like that?” “No,” Tony responded. “It felt great, it was just different.”

With a low chuckle, Max said, “well, what about this,” and he reached down to lift Tony’s arms over his head. Tony turned his head, but before he could speak, Max ran his fingertips along Tony’s sides, from the tops of his jeans all the way to his armpits. Tony let out a grunt and shook all over. He had never felt anything like that, certainly nothing that had felt so good. Max returned to Tony’s back and finished up the tickle.

They returned to watching TV, and not another word was said.

Soon after, Tony’s mom, Jenn, returned and she was happy to see Max, who had always pretty much been a fixture around the house.

The three talked about college and what it was like being away from home for the first time. As 5 p.m. rolled around, Tony’s dad arrived home and the conversation continued. At one point, Max’s mother, Rita, called to announce dinnertime.

“It’s just tuna salad,” Rita told Max. “I have too much to do for tomorrow to get involved in complicated meal tonight.”

As had been the case since forever, Max’s decision was based on the menu at Tony’s house. Both of the young guys were famous for checking with both moms before deciding where and what to eat.

Jenn had a big pot of chili cooking on the stove, and Max loved her chili. So he stayed for dinner. Afterward, the guys retreated to the basement for more pool and TV, the latter of which inspired them to sleep.

They were stirred to consciousness when Jenn yelled down the stairs. “It’s getting late,” she said. “Is Max staying?”

That was another regular thing for the two friends, staying at each other’s houses as nights grew late. “I’ll call my mom,” Max responded. “I’ll sleep here.”

“Here” meant the basement, because Tony’s room had only a single bed. It was not a problem, the sofa was a sleeper couch, and Jenn kept sheets and blankets in a cabinet downstairs. That was fine with the guys, who liked to stay up late watching TV without bothering Tony’s parents.

They made the bed and stripped down to boxers, the standard sleeping attire for each. Lying there watching an old movie, Max said, “you wouldn’t want to work on my back some more, would you?”

“As long as you return the favor,” Tony said, laughing.

With the couch open, Tony did as he always did, straddled Max’s thighs and attacked his sore back. After about 10 minutes, Max said, “Listen, my quads are killing me. Would you work on them?” That request was something completely new. Tony hesitated, but said OK and rolled off Max’s thighs.

Max flipped over, and Tony, hesitating a little, straddled Max’s calves and dug into the tops of his thighs. Max responded with sort of kayseri escort a cooing sound, encouraging Tony to “go higher.” As Tony reached the bottom edge of Max’s boxers, he got a surprise. A tent grew inside the boxers; Max was aroused and had an obvious erection. It was not difficult to determine that reality. Max not only had the gift of a great physique and a perfect face, he was very large “down there.” Tony had seen it many times in locker room showers and while getting dressed in each other’s houses. But never hard.

Stunned, Tony immediately stopped and stammered, “my turn.” Max covered crotch with his hands, but said nothing.

Tony flopped down face first and Max straddled his friend’s thighs and began the tickle. That routine had occurred many times, but it was different this time. Tony was trying to concentrate on the tickle, but something was distracting him. Max was still hard, and Tony could feel it against his thigh. He could think of nothing else, except that he was getting hard, too. Tony was happy to be face down.

Max soon finished his tickle, and the two were lying in the bed silently, backs facing. Tony did not want Max to see that he was aroused.

A few minutes later, Max said, “Hey, look here.” Rolling back a little, Tony looked at his lifelong buddy. At age 19, for the first time ever, he felt uncomfortable around Max.

“Tony, I have to ask you, do you jack off?” Max inquired.

“No,” Tony lied. “Why would I do that. It’s weird.”

“If you don’t, you should,” Max said. “I’ve done it for a while, and it really feels good, especially at the end.”

“Well, I don’t,” Tony blurted out.

“Hey, when you rolled over after the tickle, I saw that you were hard, and I know that you know that I was hard,” Max said. “It’s OK to let off steam. I was embarrassed to think people would know I did it, but then my roommate … .”

“Your roommate …?” Tony said quietly.

“I woke up at school one night and had to go to the bathroom. I sat up in bed to go, and looked across the room and saw him doing it, right in bed,” Max whispered.

“Oh, no, did he see you?” Tony asked.

“Yeah, he did,” Max replied. “He asked if I wanted to watch. I was frozen in place, couldn’t speak, but he turned on his desk lamp and went back to doing it. And I just sat there and watched until he came on his stomach.”

“Wow, was he big?” asked Tony, immediately wishing he hadn’t said it.

“He was a little bigger than you, but not as big as me,” Max said. “But he was really thick, thicker than me.”

“Did he say anything after?” Tony asked, again thinking he should just shut up.

“He just said, ‘your turn,’ and sat at the foot of my bed, waiting.

“Oh, no,” Tony said. “Did you hide under the covers?”

“I don’t know where I got the nerve, but I just pulled down my boxers, leaned against the wall and went at it,” Max said.

“And kıbrıs escort he watched you?” Tony asked.

“He got right up beside me and watched from like a foot away,” Max said. “After a couple minutes, he got hard again, and we were sitting side by side, jacking off together.”

“Yikes,” Tony said, “And did you …?”

“I came in about two minutes, and a couple minutes later, he came again, but not as much squirted out.”

“Holy cow,” was all Tony could muster.

“He said that after Thanksgiving, he wants us to do it to each other,” Max said, his voice barely audible.

“Will you?” Tony asked.

“I don’t know,” Max said. “But I can’t stop thinking about it. Tony, you got hard after I got hard; you do jack off, don’t you?”

Tony shook his head no, so hard his neck hurt, knowing he was lying like hell.

“Look here,” Max said. “It’s not a bad thing.”

When Tony faced Max, his friend’s boxers were off. Max had a huge erection, and he was stroking it.

Tony didn’t turn away.

“C’mon,” Max said, nearly panting as he spoke. “Do it with me. I can see you are hard.”

Tony looked at his crotch, as if he really had to see that his cock was hard. It was so hard it hurt.

His eyes locked on Max’s cock, Tony shed his boxers. Max’s cock was way bigger, but not harder. Tony’s cock was harder than it had ever been. But he didn’t move. He just watched Max stroke that monster.

“I’m getting close,” Max panted. “Tony, do it so we can cum together.”

Tony could not move. He could not will his hand to move.

Suddenly, Max slipped over, his body right beside Tony’s. Max rolled over on his side and reached.

“Tony, if you really don’t do this, you are really missing out,” Max said. And with that, he grasped Tony’s cock and started to pump. Tony didn’t speak. He covered his face with his hands and seconds later exploded. The first burst of cum landed on his neck, and more followed. Max kept going until no cum remained. Tony was breathing heavily and removed his hands from his face. He saw that Max was on his back and once more frantically stroking that huge cock.

Tony didn’t know what power was behind his action, but he brushed Max’s hand away and sat cross-legged beside his friend. Tony used both hands and gripped Max’s cock. He squeezed hard and pumped it a half-dozen times before Max came with a grunt, three hard squirts and then continuous oozing until he was finally emptied out.

They stayed there motionless for a long while, each covered with sticky cum.

“Man,” Max said. “We’d better go wash off.”

And Tony silently followed Max into the washer and dryer area of the basement, which also included an open shower.

They showered silently together, and after Tony turned off the water Max finally spoke.

“You know what Tom really wants to do when I get back to school?” Max said of his roommate. “He said he wants to put his mouth on my cock.”

“No way,” Tony said.

And off they went to bed, sleeping soundly as all tension had been removed.

Early on Thanksgiving morning, Tony awoke to a strange sensation, something incredible that he had never before experienced. It was as if he was in a dream. But he was awake, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Max sucking on his cock.

More later.

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[This story includes bodily functions as well as significant discipline. If any of this offends you, please read no further. You might enjoy this story more if you read my three-chapter story, “A Note to His Teacher,” but you don’t have to do that to like it. All characters are 18 or over.]

I sat in my room, trying to catch up on the voluminous reading I’d been assigned in my first weeks at Stanford. Even though I figured that I’d be getting a lot as an English major, I already felt snowed under, even though I liked the reading. I was also trying to assess my growing relationship with Terry, now that we had spent a weekend, and a night in bed together, in Santa Cruz.

I was unsure how I felt. After all, I’d been introduced to dominant women by my English teacher, Lauren Kaden, who was the one who encouraged me to aim high and apply to Stanford. Miss Kaden–it was still hard for me to know her as Lauren, which she had permitted me to call her–had also initiated me sexually and was the first to spank and cane me. I also had had the hots in high school for my physics teacher, Miss Benton–she had neither gone to bed with me nor even indicated any romantic interest in me–who had caned me in class.

Miss Benton was a short, compact, but highly attractive woman in her mid- to late 20s, dark-haired, and shapely in her own petite style. She was really smart, as was Miss Kaden, and I now realized how much I had learned academically from each of my teachers. They both were clearly dominant, but I didn’t know if they were focused on girls rather than boys. I knew that Lauren Kaden had shown a lot of interest in having it off with me, so at the very least, she went both ways.

I started comparing them with Terry, which was probably unfair because they were several years out of college, while Terry, like me, was a freshman. Terry was smart, too; I had figured that out right away. She had not gone to bed with me on our first date, but she had gotten me between her legs licking her pussy. Right away, her dominant style emerged–in stages.

First, she wanted to spank me, but I had to admit that she had asked me about that after I had told her I had been spanked before, as well as caned. She had also had me under her skirt using my tongue on her lady bits before I had even made a move on her. Oh–that wasn’t strictly correct, since I had kissed her, and she reminded me that I had done that without asking. And I added to that approach my reaching under her skirt to feel if her panties were wet. So, I couldn’t say Terry was any more aggressive than I had been.

But there was what happened after we showered together, and showering together was at her suggestion, although she emphasized that I was not to do anything there but soap her up. She also soaped me. After that, however, this engaging girl had sat on the toilet–still naked after their shower–and proceeded to pee right in front of me.

I couldn’t remember when I’d ever seen a girl or woman, for that matter, pee right in front of me. And the last two developments during their weekend: first, Terry had handed me a pair of panties to wear after their shower, and second, she had told me she would accompany me when I said I needed to go to the bathroom.

As I was getting used to anyone watching me take a shit, she told me that I would need her permission to defecate, only she didn’t use that scientific word. She told me to ask her when I needed to “make a doody.” I pondered this for a moment and decided this was definitely something that reeked of female domination, or femdom, as I had read about it. It frightened me–who wouldn’t be when a woman told you she would decide when you could use the toilet and you had to ask using a childish word?–but it also turned me on bigtime.

I was already hard from just thinking about it. I now turned to my books and tried to concentrate on the assignments I had to complete to stay current with my coursework. I was an excellent student, although I only got into Stanford after Miss Kaden had gotten me to focus on my schoolwork. I kept recalling that incredible occasion when they had gone back to her apartment–it was ok because I had just graduated and was no longer her student, in school, that is.

She had seduced me, even if I hadn’t needed a whole lot of seduction. It was an incredible experience for me. This gorgeous woman was the first I had done it with. She had been amazing. She was absolutely beautiful, too, with her blonde hair, perfect tits, and fabulous body.

This thought pattern led me to start imagining the possibility that I might get together with Lauren–I finally could think of her that way as well as call her by her first name–when I went home for the holidays. It would be my first trip back home.

Then my very current and already intense relationship with Terry jumped into my consciousness. She was my own age, obviously had a thing for me, and I enjoyed being with her–even when she dominated me.

Would Miss Kaden want to see me when ardahan escort I was home, anyway? Was she at all serious in suggesting that I look her up when I had graduated from college? Would I even graduate if I got too involved with Terry? Should I even worry about something that might happen four years from now? Hell, Lauren may well have married someone–girl or guy–by the time I satisfied what sounded like her condition for a future relationship together.

Life at Stanford did go on. I met more fellow students every day. People were outgoing and there were lots of occasions to meet without it seeming forced. I went to various meetings for people interested in all kinds of stuff–communications media, photography, all kinds of sports that you could enjoy without going out for a varsity team, political organizations, the opportunities seemed endless, and you couldn’t even go to all of these intro meetings.

My courses were challenging but I already was impressed by several of my professors. Many were incredibly young, often just a few years older than I was, but already could be described as brilliant, and there were others, older, who were already famous in their fields.

I didn’t feel like I had to do a lot to catch up with my fellow classmates; my high school had prepared me well and, in my case, it was due to teachers like Lauren and Miss Benton, as well as the school’s strictness. My kind of high school was not very fashionable in American education today–and the disciplinary scheme only could work because it applied to those students who were 18 or over, n plus the whole program relied on express parental consent.

Terry texted me later in the week. It was nice to hear from her. She suggested that we get together on Saturday for the day. She said some friends were organizing a picnic and she hoped I would want to go to it with her. Her text sprung me from my routine. I had been studying hard and trying to sort out what I had heard at the intro meetings in terms of what I wanted to try out for or just join when that was possible.

I thought about Terry and how much I enjoyed being with her. Would this last? Why worry about it, I concluded. Might as well go with the flow and enjoy the picnic with her and meet some of her friends. I had made a few of my own in the living unit where I resided. It was mixed–guys and girls–and they seemed generally friendly. No one had asked me about the stuff Terry had zeroed in on, and I was grateful for that. Someone else might have regarded me as a freak.

I was turned on by Terry’s body and I thought she was smart, too. I told myself I had to keep an open mind of whether I went for the femdom part. I admitted to myself that it had turned me on when I was with Lauren Kaden and I also confessed to myself that I had wanted to get it on with Miss Benton, too. Would she be interested in me since I now was no longer a student there?

How would she react if I approached her? How would I do it? Calling her cold when I was home seemed too likely to result in rejection. I did expect that my having been a top student in her class would help my cause. But maybe she already had a boyfriend, or that she liked girls.

I decided that I needn’t fret about this or even go on sweating about it now. Time enough when I got home. Terry was enough for me to enjoy now. I still had qualms about her femdom, but I admitted that I liked her a lot anyway.

When I went with her to the picnic, which was in a park not far from the campus, there were a bunch of people, some couples, and others who came with friends of the same sex, or even on their own. TIse freshmen were still at the stage that they were interested in learning about where their classmates came from and what it was like there.

I had decided that I would ask Terry not to discuss their particular interest in well, kinky stuff. She grinned and said she agreed that that made sense. It was good, I felt, that she didn’t want to be labelled a freak.

She introduced me to some of her friends, all of whom seemed unassuming and pleasant. I’d ask her later if any of them shared their “interests.” Meanwhile, people had brought lots of brew and good stuff to consume. I took my time digging in, waiting for Terry to take the lead.

She left me for a few minutes to chat with the girls who lived next to her room. They were Fran and Georgina, who preferred to be called George, she told me. They were easy to be with and I found them very pleasant and enjoyable. I could see how Terry would like to hang with them. In the front of my mind, I couldn’t stop wondering if they too were prone to dominance in the bedroom. Maybe I’d quiz Terry on that later.

Terry rejoined me and I asked her to give me more of an idea about what they were like. “No, I don’t want to get it on with either of them,” I assured her, “but they seemed to know more about me than I did about them.”

Terry grinned and told me she’d invite the two adıyaman escort to join them afterwards for some coffee or whatever in their room. I said that sounded terrific but didn’t want to come off as too enthusiastic. Then Terry asked me whether I was wearing the panties she had given me. I did a double take but had to answer that I wasn’t.

“You may be in for a spanking, then,” she said with a giggle. I really wasn’t sure now whether she was kidding. I realized that right now, there was no way of my finding out.

After the picnic started winding down, I was invited to join the three girls back in Terry’s room. When they arrived, Terry set to making some coffee in a rather primitive coffeemaker she had brought to school with Ir.

“Let’s get more casual,” she said, and with that, she, Fran, and George took their shorts or jeans off and were now in just their tees, bras, and panties. Terry looked at me as if to say, “What are you waiting for?” I responded by slipping off my shorts and now had a pair of tighty-whiteys on.

“I’ve told him I expect him to wear panties,” Terry declared as I cringed, “so he may get a spanky on his bottom.”

“Oh, wow,” Fran chuckled, “you’ve really got hold of him, hasn’t she, George?”

Georgina nodded, and I thought she seemed somewhat surprised by Terry’s displaying her dominant streak so blatantly and so soon after they had just met me in my new-found capacity of her boyfriend.

Terry now told me in a very firm tone to stand up and come over in front of her. The other two grinned at each other, expecting some dressing down now.

“I’m afraid you’ve earned a spanking, Jackie,” she said curtly but sweetly. Then she put her thumbs in the waistband of my underpants and pulled them down to my knees. She then had me lie across her lap.

I was stunned that she was doing this in front of them. I was now afraid that the campus would know about my being dominated by this assertive freshman girl. However, I did what she’d ordered.

Once I was across her lap, Terry began spanking me, spanking my bottom cheeks harder than I had expected and causing me pain sooner than I had anticipated.

“Oh, give me a break, Terry,” George chimed in. “Don’t be so hard on the boy. Hell, I’ll lend him a pair of my panties to wear if that will please you.”

This did cause Terry to stop spanking me. She responded that George’s proposal was very kind of her and perhaps she would go to her room and pick out some panties she thought would fit me and would be appropriate. Georgina didn’t bother putting her shorts back on just to go to her room in the suite the three girls shared and soon returned with a pair of large red-and-yellow striped panties that would definitely be large enough for me.

Terry had me slip my underpants off and put on the panties George provided. I felt ridiculous in the sexy undies, but the girls said I looked very cute in them.

Fran said she had to excuse herself to powder her nose, giggling as she said that. Terry then said that she, George, and I would accompany her. “Oh,” Fran laughed, “I know what you have in mind!”

I had no option but to walk into the bathroom in the suite with the three of them. I was told to take off my panties and my tee shirt and get into the bathtub on my back. I was starting to figure out what they had in mind and while not very pleased, thought it could turn out to be better than I might have expected.

When I was in position, the three girls slipped their undies off. I saw that while Terry, as I knew, was well-trimmed, Fran had a large auburn-haired bush that matched her nice lustrous hair on her head and that George had her pubes trimmed very short so that her pussy, which was clearly large, showed fully.

The three climbed into the tub: Terry stood over my face, Fran over my chest, and George over my cock and balls. At Terry’s signal, they went into squats so that they were poised right over me and let loose. Three dark yellow pee streams surged onto me, with Terry’s pouring right into my face as I opened my mouth to take it in. I felt Fran’s bubble on my chest and knew that George’s pee was spreading its wetness over my cock and scrotal sac.

It was weird but exciting in a definitely sexual way. The three were clearly enjoying themselves. Gradually, their peeing fell off and finally stopped. I was soaked from my face to my feet.

They stood and Terry told me she wanted me to lick them clean and dry. She squatted over my mouth so I could lick her split. I proceeded to do just that and found her pussy tasted of both pee and feminine arousal. When I had finished, she stepped out and Fran squatted the same way so I could lick her bushy cunt. Fran smelled different: Her taste was more stimulating to me and less redolent of her pee. George followed her and her cunt taste was very strong, both her pee and her vaginal juices. I had to lick there and could tell she was close to an orgasm.

I kept licking karabük escort and she told me to keep doing what I was doing until she appeared to climax and almost lost her footing in the squatting position she was in.

“Georgie, you nasty thing!” Terry exclaimed in mock annoyance. “You got him to bring you off! I’m surprised at you!”

“Ah, Miss Terry,” Georgina answered in a dignified tone. “After all, you shouldn’t be the only one here to benefit from your boyfriend’s attentions, should you?” she asked in a teasing way.

“You are so naughty, Georgie!” Terry responded. “Fran, I think she needs you to take her across your lap, don’t you?”

Fran laughed and sat on the toilet and used her forefinger to beckon Georgina to place herself across Fran’s commodious thighs. When George had complied with that direction, Fran began spanking her, interrupting the spanking every so often to apply her finger between George’s legs, knowing just where to tease her, on her clit, inside her vaginal opening, and lastly, probing into her anal ring.

When her finger moved inside George’s anus, Fran must’ve felt it encounter the tip of an incipient bowel movement. “Oh, Terry, this little girl is being very naughty–she’s going to be making a doody soon!”

Georgina was embarrassed by this disclosure as her face showed by her blushing. But she wasn’t that put out. “Happens to all of us, Fran,” she cracked. “Maybe you should lie in the tub under me so you can see it up close and personal!”

I was lying in the tub quietly, taking all this in with delight. I had enjoyed seeing the girls up close and personal, even if receiving their piss had been less than marvelous. Terry came over and told me to stand up and take a shower. I rose and went into the shower stall next to the tub.

While I showered, Fran duly lay down where I was, complaining, “Ooh, I’m lying in all that pee we made there!” Terry and Georgie laughed and then George squatted over Fran’s face and let out a small grunt, followed by the appearance from her bottom of a long light brown turd that extended over Fran for about six inches and then fell into her waiting mouth.

Much of it was sticking out of her mouth. Terry laughed and told her she looked cute with George’s poo in and coming out of her mouth. George was quite considerate and after the turd had emerged entirely, she wiped herself and stood. Then she took some more toilet tissue and took the turd from Fran’s face and mouth.

Terry applauded but took the tissue filled with George’s shit while Fran managed to stand. Terry then used a washcloth to wash off her face. “You may want to use this shower after she’s through,” Terry suggested.

I thought that I had missed seeing Georgie squat over Fran’s face to release her bowel movement, but then I concluded that I was lucky it hadn’t been me in the tub. I realized that Terry could just as easily have left me there and it made me feel happy toward her that she hadn’t done that; instead, she spared me the ignominy of having to receive a girl’s poo in my mouth.

I hadn’t seen Terry take the shit-filled tissue and slip it inside a low cabinet. The party broke up after that and Fran and George seemed happy to have had me aboard. They each kissed me when they left.

“You have nice suitemates,” I said to Terry, who was enjoying having been in charge of everything. She took some dark towels out and when they went back into their rooms, she spread them on her bed. I started thinking what this implied, and sure enough, Terry lay down on her back on the towels.

Then she slowly lowered her panties and removed them.

“Just got my period,” she said without any emotion. “Glad it didn’t come when they were here. You may not know that it makes me incredibly hot and yes, all I want to do is have sex. Ready?”

I was still naked from the shower, and I deftly got up on Terry’s bed and positioned myself. Then I slowly guided myself into her vaginal opening. It felt warm and wet in there, but the wetness was thicker than usual. It was enough so I hadn’t needed to reach for the lube.

Terry was hot to trot. No sooner was my cock inside her and thrusting as well as I could in view of the resistance as well as wetness posed by her flow; then, she began to move her bottom. She was totally turned on and before I really had moved much myself, she was orgasming and continued to orgasm.

I kissed her deeply and when she seemed a little exhausted from her climaxes, I spurted deep inside her. We lay together for a while until I slipped out of her and surprisingly, Terry moved up to get out of the bed. She headed into the bathroom and shut the door.

She soon emerged with a tall highball glass. She also had a huge grin on her face. The glass was filled with bubbly liquid that was pale pink and there were some dark objects floating in it, almost like it was some ice cream soda with balls of chocolate ice cream in it.

I suddenly understood. Terry had channeled the combined fluids–my cum and her flow–out from her vagina into the glass. Then she added a little plain club soda and dropped in a couple of pieces…of Georgie’s poo.

“What would you say it looks like? Raspberry or strawberry?” Terry gleefully asked me. I was nonplused and not in a posture to respond; things were getting weird.

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In my last story Danny wanted me to be a slut for him. It was an awesome experience and Danny was really great at making me feel the part, the way he swore and bossed me. And the way he shagged me like a rag doll.

But Danny has many moods as I discovered when he said he would call me his girl Jackie – with the very tight ass and slender figure, wrapped in a hugging black silk dress which he pulled out of his role play wardrobe.

He wanted the whole caboose, the black and red underwear, suspender belt and black stockings which truly made me feel the part. Simply putting them on made me feel a million dollars.

I imagine sometimes I should have been born into this world as a girl but then it would not have been the same and Danny and I could not have shared our very special times together.

Dressed the part I moved to him. Some romantic music was playing and I felt so wonderfully sexy and right for Danny.

I moved closer to him where he sat on the settee and did my very best wiggle for him. He simply placed his hands softly over my hips as I twisted for him, the way he likes me too, so he could feel the softness of my silken dress.

“Come sit your ass on my lap” Danny said in that special sexy voice of his which always got me excited. Then he smoothed his hand slowly down my form.

The experience was electric and already I felt the tell-tale twinge in my passage. Knowing ardahan escort that soon it would be his pussy for him to enjoy and explore before he puts that gorgeous length of his right up inside me, giving me the full works, The feel of hard throbbing hot cock up there was perfection in itself, it belonged there, my ‘pussy’ nurturing every wonderful inch of sublime cock.

Every fuck was different in a way I cannot quite explain, depending on the role -play. I felt, dressed in a tight dress would give me the intimacy of how it is for a girl to be pampered and fucked. Eyes closed and face flushed, his breathing becoming more rapid, he slithered his hands all over my body, especially my rear and it felt absolutely gorgeous,

His kiss was deep and French, his tongue teasing mine as his hands started to wonder beneath my dress, his fingers teasing my thighs and I readied myself for the ultimate touch I so wanted and enjoyed, The touch that said he wanted my fuck badly, when he reached his objective tucked neatly between my ass cheeks – his fingers working it around and around as I wriggled more for him to enjoy the feel of me the way he loved.

“You are very fuckable Jackie, you look so alluring” and I felt his hands press into the small of my back, easing and prompting me to bend over and it was like heaven to feel him sniffing me adıyaman escort through my silken dress and nudge my tight ass with all those familiar moans knew so very well.

If I wasn’t mistaken he was about to push me over his lap and enjoy my ass as he wanted, the slapping, the feeling and teasing and the spanking too. I touched the floor with my hands, pushed my ass up for his pleasure and closed my eyes to feel the utter delight of what Danny could do to me so very well.

I would later show my gratitude in sucking him deep and long, I so adored the sniff and taste of cock sublime, just before the fuck and after too, when it had been deep inside me and the residue of our fuck made for a wonderful intimate slow tender kiss afterwards.

Then with me well fucked and serviced with my dress tucked up high he said I looked fantastic wearing the girlie gear, that I looked like I was ready to be wholly fucked the deeper the better. He was right. I wanted and enjoyed his fuck deep upside and to feel his ripe balls slapping my ass as he penetrated with each deep thrust I was in my element, stuffed full of hard throbbing cock to the ultimate. My ass propped as high as could be for his servicing.

Then, after that so wonderful hard rough fuck I felt his tongue there, just where his cock had been, he tongues me good and I wanked him off karabük escort showing my appreciation, and when he came so strong I geared his cock so that he could spurt his load into my mouth and over my tongue stuck out in expectancy. And when he grunted and moaned, and after a short pause he came like a volcano and I instantly felt the heat of his cum hit my mouth and lips.

I wanted to suck it all up as always, I was ain a complete frenzy and it went down my throat easily, I felt the warm trickle go down and it felt divine. It felt like we were really together as intimate as a pair can be.

A short break to recover and he would want me again, his busy tongue licking the residue of his recent screw and nudging every part of my ass which he delighted in stretching apart so wide so that he could get a few view of that which he wanted to stuff end fill again and again before the night was out, until I was absolutely numb from his constant hard fucking, until when he was out of me I felt like he was still well and truly still up there.

Being each one of his girlies was always so thrilling and I never knew what was coming the next time we met. All I knew is that I would be thoroughly serviced and well fucked until I was bandy legged – my ass crimson from his spanking and other doings.

Giving him that final blow job before I left was a wonderful way to end our session, his well fucked cock standing up like a sentry on parade, awaiting my special seeing to, when I grasped his length tightly in both hands squeezed and sucked the hell out of his throbbing cock until he shot his load with that goodbye spurt and I was eating him all up again, on the way home tasting him still in my throat and smelling his fuck in my nostrils.

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Caged Men In The Job: CFNM

HR mandates hard dress code: male chastity device on sight

Tags. Mandatory chastity cages, CFNM, no gay, soft BDSM, gentle femdom, no cuckolding, eating pussy, facesitting, cunnilingus. No gay.

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

A contribution to the Event On The Job 2024. Please vote if you liked it, and add a positive comment if you want.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cold as a perennial glacier, impetuous as a geyser.

Always as ruthless as an earthquake.

Empathetic as a stone.

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

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

But the content of the Memorandum was instead completely surprising.

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>>>>”Memorandum number 1776 (HR/bj)

Signed Thursday, April 4th, 2024.

Reception date: Friday, April 5th, 2024.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Requirements

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

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

>3. Strong knowledge of employment laws and regulations.

>4. Excellent communication and deep interpersonal skills.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was a very diverse group.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

###

It was Friday night.

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

I did not dare to email it to my wife.

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

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

“What? What happened? Tell me everything!”

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

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

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

###

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

My wife was frantically consulting her PC.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cathy orgasmed almost immediately.

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

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

###

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded.

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

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

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

He nodded feverishly.

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

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

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

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

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

“Please!”

“Oh? Please what?”

“Please, let me cum.”

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

He nodded frantically.

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

“Please let me cum, Mommy!”

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

“Please Mommy! I need to cum!”

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

“I’m cumming, Mommy!”

“What was that?”

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

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

“Did you enjoy that, hon?” she cooed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mia giggled and excitedly answered back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On quick impulse they both lean in and giggle hard.

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

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

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

You snuck quietly back upstairs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

FLASH, CLICK.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ella: Hahahahhahaha WHAT IS THAT?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is it you want?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“NO pussy for you bitch!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mia, Lilly and Ella, stand in the doorway.

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

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

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

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

“Did you bring it Mia?”

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

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

“Let’s do it”

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

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

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

“Do it now Mia”

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

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

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

A lock clicked shut.

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

You look down to your lap.

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

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

“He’s so fucked now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Need a spot?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was when I had my great idea.

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

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

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

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

And then, I told myself, no cumming tonight.

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

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

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

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

Wait. Thighs?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In just about 35 minutes, he arrived.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sandra got very excited.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fifty seconds more!”

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

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

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

Brrrrrrrrrrr!!

A fart escaped Sandra’s bum hole.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Prauuuuuuuuuuuu!!

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

PP PP PP PRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!

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

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

Propppppppopp!!

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

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

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