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

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

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

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

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

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

Most secretly, however, he knew my biggest weakness.

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

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

The T word.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The silence was deafening.

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

“What kind of thing?” I spoke nervously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What about it?” He seemed curious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I help you?” The receptionist asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, why?” she stuttered very embarrassed.

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

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

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

She asked. “Where can I undress?”

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

Brenda asked, “Where is the exam gown?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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This story is fiction based on a fantasy.

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After I’ve ridden your saddle, you tell me that you think I’m ready to be ridden for real.

You remove me from the saddle and place a medium size plug in me, which is held securely in place by the harness that I have on. It’s a leather jock type that allows my cock to be strapped to my stomach by two leather buckles. My hands are bound behind me to the strap as well.

You wear a black full-length leather coat as you lead me, naked, by my bit to the stables. The coolness of the evening makes my nipples burn even harder from the clamps you’ve placed on them.

You lead me into a special stall at the end of the barn. You remove your coat to reveal your naked body. Your hair is pulled up with a leather choker, and matching bracelets on each wrist. You have a silver chain that is attached to each nipple ring, which then runs down to your clit hood ring. You are taller than me due to your 5″ strapped heels. In your hand is a riding crop.

You look me up and down and see that I am shaking from the excitement and anticipation of what is going to take place. You give my ass several hard blows with the crop; all I can do is bite down on the bit. You turn me around and see the pre-cum oozing out of my cock; you rub the crop on it and then rub in on my lips. You smile and tell me to get down on my knees. You remove the bit from my mouth and tell me that you have a friend that I need to meet. You return a few minutes later leading a small black stallion.

As you tether him to a rail, he must know what this place is because his cock slides out from its sheath. You walk around and lean over, gently stroking his now growing cock. It looks almost like a tube with the exception of a small head. As you stroke, it continues to grow in length to about 14.” While not too thick, it is still about 3″ in girth.

You tell me to come to you and I do, on my knees. kastamonu escort You slide your hand down the shaft to the tip, and squeeze it. I am shocked by the amount of pre-cum that oozes out. You let it fall into your hand and then you bring it up to your lips. You then tilt your head back and with one swallow, it’s gone. You lick your lips and say how good it tastes.

Then with your hand you place it on the back of my head and force me down to your other hand holding his head. You say, “Open your mouth.” I do, as you guide the massive member into my mouth. It is both hot and soft as I take as much as I can. The stallion shifts a bit, and I can feel him get harder. You then force my head back and forth with your other hand on him. Each time you force me to take a little more, telling me what a good job I’m doing. As I relax my throat I can get about 5 or 6 inches down. After a few minutes you tell me to service his entire shaft. I do as I’m told, licking up and down the black shaft on all sides.

You then tell me to stop and stand up. I do and you free my hands and place my bit back in my mouth. You then remove a cover from a wooden piece of equipment that has gears for raising and lowering and a platform over the top, along with straps and cuffs.

You guide me to it and tell me to kneel under the platform. I do so and you then cuff my legs so that they expose and open me. My hands are placed in cuffs so that my arms are stretched out. The platform on top is to protect me and covers me down to my lower back.

You grab the reins of the stallion, and from his sounds, he knows what is going to happen, so you spend a few minutes calming him down. The anticipation of this drives me crazy. You then give him the command of, “Up!” He places his front legs on the platform over me. He is excited and I can kayseri escort feel his cock slap up against my thighs and ass.

Again you settle him down. You tell me that I won’t be needing it for a few minutes, so you remove my plug.

I feel a large amount of lube being applied to my ass as you talk to the stallion and say to him, “Here let me lube you up too baby.” Then you rotate the crank on the machine to raise me up. You say, “There now, that should be the right height for you.”

You slap me hard on the ass and say, “Present!” I have been trained well, so I arch my back and stick my ass out. You say, “That’s better.” I then feel the soft, hot head press up against my greased asshole. You slap me again and say, “Open!” Again I do as I’m told and slowly my hole opens. You slowly guide him into me. He is huge and I am short of breath as you inch him into me. Once he is past my ring you slap me on the ass hard and say, “Take him, take all of him!” I relax as the initial pain leads to pleasure. I know this pleases you to see my like this, so I bite on my bit and push my ass up higher.

You respond with “Good boy” and for a minute I don’t know if you are talking to him or me. After what seems like an eternity you tell me, “Very good, you have him all the way inside you.” It feels like my guts have been mashed inside of me as you tell him to be still. I then hear the sound and see the flash of the digital camera as you begin to take pictures. You tell me, “These will look good on the website.”

You then start to ease the stallion in and out of me. He lets you do this for a few minutes, till he gets a rhythm. Then he starts on his own. The feeling is unlike any before, like my insides are in a churn. You coach him on saying, “That’s it baby, give it to him, give it all to him!” His naying is getting kıbrıs escort louder and I can feel him getting harder inside of me.

You then ask me, “Are you ready? Are you ready for this pony boy?” I nod up and down, yes, but not really sure.

Then it happens, he explodes in my ass. The feeling is like a hot enema! Spasm after spasm as he shoots his sperm deep into my bowels. I bite down on the bit and attempt to catch my breath. It feels like he has shot a gallon into me.

After he has finished he instinctively pushes away and pulls out of me with a pop. Before I can even recover you place the plug back in my quivering ass. As you release me from the mount you can see underneath me a small puddle. You turn me around and see that I have cum on my harness. What is amazing is that I didn’t even realize I had done it!

You tether the stallion and then tell me to get on my knees and “Clean it up.” You secure my hands behind my back as I get on my knees and lap my cum off the concrete floor. You tell me to be done by the time you get back and then you lead the stallion out of the stall.

When you come back you sit on the wooden stud box. You say to me, “Come here pony boy.” I crawl over to your exposed sex. You look down and say, “My, my you look so good getting fucked, and just thinking of you with all that hot cum in your ass has made your mistress very horny. In fact I’ll forgive you for messing yourself if you make me cum.” I begin to lick and kiss your pussy, gently pulling on your chained ring. You force my head into your sex, and I start to tongue fuck you and you grab the back of my head. Then you stop me and say, “Put your tongue on my hole and open your mouth!” I do, and a second later you let out a howl and looking down at me through clenched teeth, you say, “Drink me!” Your pussy spasms and a flood of your cum shoots into my mouth and all over my face. You do this several times and the sticky fluid shoots and sprays on me.

Once you regain your composure, you put your coat back on, grab my lead and we head back to the house. As we walk you say, “Let’s go in and see how much cum my pony boy has in that ass.” I know that my evening is not over yet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And after that?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you waiting for?” Emma asked.

I laughed and sent out a group text.

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

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

Joe: Of course!

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

Vicky: Pics or it didn’t happen

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

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

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

Joe: That’s hot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vicky smiled, “Awesome.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m looking for Heidi,” Nadine said.

“You found her,” the blonde amazon said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heidi nodded her head, knowingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I jumped and yelled when a hand touched my arm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now, the decision point,” Heidi said.

“What’s that?” Nadine asked.

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

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

“Permanent,” Nadine said with no hesitation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She reached up and, I assume, pinched me.

“Feel that?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ohhhhh, yeah,” she said.

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

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

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

“I hope so,” Nadine said.”

‘May I see?” I asked, timidly.

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

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

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

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

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

Heidi giggled and patted my leg.

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

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

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

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

I was kind of speechless.

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

I sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I liked my new look.

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

My reverie was broken when Heidi walked in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I liked it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stand and stare at the floor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He leans slightly forward.

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

He laughs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He feels me stop slightly. He laughs loudly.

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

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

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

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

He laughs and pushes my head off him.

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.”

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

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

He laughs.

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

He leans back.

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

I hurried to get his coffee and do as told.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He kisses my cheek.

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

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

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

He kisses my ear, takes it in his teeth.

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

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

“Yessss, Daddy, yesss…ahhhh….ooooo.’

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

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

“Yesssss, Daddy, yessss…”

I stammer as he smiles, laughs softly.

“I know you, don’t I?”

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

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

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

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

“You know I love you.”

He leaves.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Trick or treat?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I suppose I could have used my safe word.

We were going to start trying to get pregnant.

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

I just wasn’t sure I wanted to.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That, it seemed, was my obsession.

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

older man “owned her pussy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh huh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know, Jeremy, I think you need…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Phoenix?” I asked, confused.

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

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

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

I just scowled. He shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wasn’t the only man doing exactly that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I gulped hard and nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded, unenthusiastically.

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

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

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