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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Most everything?” Deb asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Big Dave Chronicles: The Birthday Boss!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Sir.”

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

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

“Yes. I understand”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You missed a spot!”

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

“Yes, Sir!”

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

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

Sarah comes into the room just as I say that.

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

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

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

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

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

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PART II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Goooong!

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

Goooong!

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

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

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

Goong!

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

Goong!

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

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

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

Gooooooong!

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

End of Part II

To be continued with Part III

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Clara was sat in a corner, skirts hitched up, hand in vagina, fingers playing with clit, finding it hard to believe that Dorothy’s daughter Anne, a girl older than her by over a year could be so naive when it came to sex and men. She was beginning to realise – and appreciate – just how much freedom she had been granted, helped by being sent away to be educated and then to a finishing school for young women, then, most exciting of all, provided with enough funds to enable her to tour the cities of Europe with friends; only possible because her parents were very wealthy members of the British nobility, a Lord and Lady. But from what she had learned since coming home it appeared that she could have had a more exciting time staying home.

Here was Dorothy and her husband Henry, just two of her mother’s friends who lived for sexual thrills. Yet their daughter, Anne, often referred to as a girl but was a young woman approaching her twentieth birthday was extremely naive and still a virgin. Here she was in the surreal situation whereby her mother was eager to indoctrinate her into the wicked sex cult that Clara’s own family had created several generations ago. Indeed her mother, Lady Amelia, was now the present day leader of that same cult, a woman who herself loved to indulge in extreme sins of the flesh.

Clara, in spite of her own love and experience of what was termed ‘carnal knowledge’ was amazed by how the staff, tenant farmers, game keepers, even the villagers were all in on the secret; all loved fucking and fornicating. Just why Dorothy and Henry had managed to keep their daughter so pure was a mystery – especially as Dorothy shared the fact that her husband, Anne’s biological father, had let it be known to her that he would love to fuck their daughter himself.

More surreal was the fact that mother and daughter were, in the company of four half naked sexually rampant Scandinavians known colloquially now as ‘The Vikings’ as the mother, dying to have the cocks of the young men up her cunt and maybe her anus too, was holding back because she now wanted said daughter to lose her maidenhead to any or all of these well-endowed men..

Clara looked across the room at the mother who was placing the hand of her drugged and intoxicated daughter on the upper thigh of a Norwegian man hardly an inch from the outline of his erect cock.

‘Shall we have them undress completely, Anne, I’m sure you know what that swelling is. They are excited by having us here – they have become aroused by the touch of our female hands caressing their bodies, as I have become aroused from feeling their rough hands on my breasts, rubbing my teats Are you feeling the same way, Anne, by having a hand on your tits and seeing the shape of an erect cock in the pants of the men. At your age, you surely must have thought about men and cocks many times. What do you say, Anne, shall we tell them to take off their trousers and look more closely at their erect cocks?’

‘I suppose so, mother.’

‘Good girl, Ann.’

Sven indicated to the men what the mother wanted them to do, which aroused them even more. When the men stripped off their trousers, leaving them in their ‘Long John’s’ their cocks had more room to rise. Anne watched wide-eyed as her mother reached out and felt, in turn, each of the large erect penises of the men, slipping her hand inside the underwear of one man to feel the hotness of his erect penis.

Clara saw Anne drain the remnants of alcohol in her glass so stepped forward to pour more. The girl looked fascinated by what was inside the underwear, and from seeing her mother thrust her hand inside one man’s garment to hold his ‘John Thomas.’ She was no longer concerned that the man on whose lap she sat had unfastened her bodice completely and taken out her tits.

‘Shall I go in your handbag and give Anne another of your little pills? Clara asked the older woman.

‘Oh, yes, please do that, she is becoming totally submissive and compliant. Pity there isn’t more time!’

The door had opened without anyone noticing; Lady A walked in and quietly spoke to Dorothy.

‘You have all the time in the world. After your husband spent some time fucking me up the arse I let him rest then told Benson to find some female to keep him entertained. He produced the delightful Emma together with a young scullery maid named Tilly. Your husband will be hoping he has the rest of the day to ravage the young servants. In fact I told him I’d keep you from spoiling his fun!’

Clara gave Anne the second little pill and made sure she swallowed it down.

‘She will be ready in a few minutes,’ Dorothy said quietly.

‘Will your husband not be disappointed to learn some other man has taken her virginity?’ Amelia asked.

‘No, my husband will prefer her cunt to be ready and broken in when he fucks her. And not to have her drugged or drunken – to be fully aware that it is her daddy who has his cock inside her and is giving her a good fucking – one of many!’

‘So, do we get to fuck giresun escort your daughter today – take her virginity?’ Sven asked, with disbelief.

Dorothy looked up at him, while still slowly wanking the foreskin of the cock she was holding.

‘Yes!’ she said in no uncertain terms. ‘You all get to fuck my daughter this very day! Then as each man recovers – he has to fuck me!’

Anne was looking dreamy eyed.

‘Now it’s our turn to take off some garments, Ann,’ her mother said. ‘It’s only fair that we should undress too and show the men our bodies. Do you agree Anne?’

‘Yes, mother.’

‘Good girl, let the men take off your clothes.’

Dorothy watched as the men undressed her daughter, their cocks visibly twitching impatient for their cocks to feel the inside of her virgin cunt. The mother stripped off her own clothing ready to hold down her offspring should she struggle. Clara and her mother showed no shame in lifting their skirts and removing their pantaloons so they had better access to finger their cunts while they watched the girl being violated, her virginity taken.

When Anne was naked her mother instructed her to grasp the waistband of the first man’s long underwear and yank them down. Anne obeyed without question but was not ready for the long thick cock that sprang up in her face.

The mother moved to hold the thick shaft with one hand and the head of her daughter with the other.

‘Open your mouth wide, sweetheart.’

Ann wretched a little when the monster cock hit the back of her throat, but mother made sure the weapon stayed in the mouth of her daughter.

‘Suck on it!’ commanded her mother, pulling the foreskin back and forth.

‘We should take her upstairs to the bedroom, now,’ Lady Amelia said.

Dorothy took the cock from her daughter’s mouth and put it in her own, wanking it even faster. Losing her self control she then stood and rammed the cock up her cunt.

‘Fuck me hard!’ she ordered the man. ‘I need to be fucked hard.’

Lady A rose up walked over to Anne and guided her up the staircase telling the other three men to follow on. Clara followed behind and took off her gown, giving herself the task of making sure the cocks of the men stayed hard by masturbating and sucking them. She saw her mother lay the almost comatose Ann down on the bed and taking some sort of ointment from a drawer, spread her thighs and lubricate the young girl’s cunt and anus. Clara was quite surprised when her mother then stripped off her clothing obviously expecting and intending to enjoy some sort of sex herself.

Holding Anne down Lady A asked who wanted to be the first man to fuck the girl. When a man stepped forward Amelia lubricated his cock then held the arms of the girl tighter while he worked his hard cock against the so-called virgin cunt lips pushing forward gradually until he fully penetrated her.

‘Enjoy yourself with her, though I expect you’ve realised by now that this girl is no more a virgin than I am! I hope you and your friends are not too disappointed.’

Clara, taken by surprise at that comment, knew not to question her mother’s claim. If anyone could tell the difference between a girl claiming to be a virgin and a genuine one, it would surely be her mother.

Lady A turned and spoke to her daughter.

‘If Dorothy hadn’t made herself busy opening her thighs for the man downstairs she would be here to realise her daughter is no virgin but she obviously is an excellent liar and actress!’

‘I think she overplayed her apparent innocence and sexual naivety,’ Clara agreed. ‘Given she is older than I, she raised my suspicions. Neither has she been rendered almost unconscious by just two little pills, I am familiar with them, they are not that strong. Also for a girl unused to strong drink she has managed to consume more than enough without suffering any bad affects. She is probably listening to everything we say.’

‘Come over here men,’ Amelia ordered the remaining couple who were patiently awaiting their turn to copulate with the young woman. ‘Fuck her any way you like, as hard as you like. She might even enjoy a cock in every hole!’

The little twist in the tale was explained to the non- English speaking Nordics who set about ravaging Anne like wild animals; she soon dropped the act and became very awake when she had a cock in both cunt and anus pounding her until the bedstead shook and rattled. A third cock in her mouth silenced any protest. Amelia not happy to have stripped off her gowns for nothing took great delight in climbing on the bed, taking the cock from Anne’s mouth and after using it to frig herself for a couple of minutes, plunged it back between the girls lips, making her lick and suck off her vaginal juices,

‘The next one you taste will have been up my back passage!’ Lady A whispered to Anne.

Leaving the men to take their pleasure Amelia and Clara went downstairs to find Dorothy straddling her young yalova escort blonde lover panting away, about to reach her orgasm, her tits bouncing and wobbling like jellies. They waited until the woman’s orgasm came and she burst into vocal cries, uttering profanities before collapsing over the muscular male.

‘How is my daughter handling her first fuck? I know I should have been there to witness the event.’

‘Your daughter probably enjoyed her first fuck a couple of years ago. She is not a virgin and I’m sure she must have known she’d be found out today. I have to say, Dorothy that if you and Henry had paid closer attention and not been so self absorbed you would have seen through the pretence a long time ago. In any case, Anne is at the moment, being thoroughly well fucked, taking three cocks simultaneously.’

‘I’m almost envious,’ Dorothy said, facetiously, ‘I’m also wondering if I know the people who she has had sex with – especially the one who really did take her virginity. I have an idea to teach her a lesson, which could provide some interesting entertainment.’

‘Leave her here overnight – I’ll get Wilson to drive her back home after breakfast. You could tell Henry she’s a little inebriated and needing to lie down.’

So that’s how it was left. Henry had such an enjoyable afternoon in a bedroom with Emma and Tilly that his mind was on other things, not questioning the story Dorothy gave him.

‘Could you go across to the cottage and check on Anne – I expect she will benefit from having a hot bath and a meal,’ Amelia suggested to Clara.

A couple of minutes later, when Clara entered the cottage the sound of squeaking bed springs were heard from the bedroom. Quietly climbing the staircase and peering through the door, Clara was surprised to see young Anne still fornicating with all four men. She was straddling one facing away from him while another was standing in front of her having his cock sucked, her arms were outstretched both hands masturbating a penis. Clara watched for a couple of minutes then when all changed positions she realised the cock Anne straddled was up her anus. When it came to loving sex and taking a penis in any and all holes Anne was truly her mother’s daughter!

‘I have come to see if you’d like a maid to run a bath for you, and mother thought you’d be ready for a meal – though I can see you’ve bathed in sperm and your mouth is already full!’

Anne didn’t flinch one bit; though she did pause and reveal a couple of facts.

‘Yes, I think that is a good idea. I apologise for involving you and your mother in my play-acting, I did hear you both talking. Witnessing the amazing scenes this afternoon made me realise that I could have had much more fun by being honest about my love of sex. Seeing how keen my mother was to initiate me into surrendering my body up to experience the pleasures of fornicating proved very arousing for me. I’m afraid force of habit prevented me from showing my true colours. I don’t know when I’ll get the chance to do this again, so will you undress and join in with us while I savour the moment for one last time?’

Clara had been going about life thinking she was unique when it came to sexual matters – now she had met her match, a like-minded young woman.

‘I would be pleased to join you and these four amazing insatiable men with their delicious cocks. They have enjoyed me before and they know that like you, I can take cock in any orifice. Does your love of fornication extend to taking pleasure with members of the same sex?’

‘That sounds exciting – pleasured by a cock and a cunt at the same time!’

It was over an hour later before the two females returned to the manor house.

‘You have been a long time?’ Lady A commented.

Clara gave an honest answer.

‘Our Viking friends and Anne were still busy fucking – and I was invited to join them on the bed.’

‘Really?’ said Clara’s mother, totally unfazed by the admission. ‘Then I expect you have both worked up an appetite. We will eat when you’ve both bathed – I prefer not to dine when there is an odour of stale sperm in the room. The maid will appreciate you both sharing the same tub, making her workload a little easier, plus it will save time, then we can eat. If you can fornicate together then you can bathe together.’

When the girls were in the bathtub chatting away, Clara asked a question.

‘If you had made your love of sex known and attended the events at Weston, how would you have coped with performing with men in the presence of your parents? Your mother was the driving force today, but at age 18, would you have been comfortable fucking and sucking numerous men in the presence of your father. What, if this afternoon that instead of me, it had been your father who had discovered you with four men, one with a cock up your backside another filling your mouth with his big member?’

‘A good question and one I have thought about many times. I don’t yozgat escort know, but I sensed quite a long time ago that my father had begun to look at me in a different way. I suspect he would have stayed and watched – but a problem might have manifested itself in the following months if he had expected me to grant him the same sexual favours.’

‘Are you confident you would have refused him?’

‘Again, I don’t know for sure. But I have a dark secret appertaining to a similar situation though not involving my father, which I might tell you about in the fullness of time.’

Clara didn’t press her for the salacious details.

The evening meal was devoured with relish, all feeling the pangs of hunger after their busy afternoon. The three females retired to the parlour and sipped gin as they talked about the day’s events. Anne talked more about how she now regretted the attitude and false persona she had adopted. Lady A, said she fully understood why it would have been very difficult at age eighteen for her to admit to having a strong fondness for indulging in forbidden sex.

‘Is it the ‘forbidden’ element of a sexual situation that fires up your feelings of lust and excites you?’ Clara asked.

Anne looked knowingly at both women. ‘I would wager that if truth be known that we three would have to admit that is the case for all of us. Your penchant for practising, taboo and normally forbidden acts is surely the main reason you devote so much time to operating your select and somewhat elite cult. This afternoon you both became very aroused when you thought you were assisting in allowing four men to deflower a virgin.’

‘Perhaps not as sexually aroused as your own mother was!’ Lady A interjected, ‘Who displayed much enthusiasm and joy when she had the men undress in front of you. I have to wonder if your father would have been as highly aroused had he been present.’

‘Do you suspect that it is likely he would have enjoyed seeing four naked men take my virginity?’

‘Very much so, yes,’ Lady Amelia told the girl.

‘Can I ask why you think that M’lady?’

‘You can drop the formality Anne – we know many of each other’s secrets. Your mother and I often confide in each other. She has mentioned how your father very much admires your development as a woman.’

‘May I put it in more plain language? How he lusts over me is a more accurate statement. I have noticed the look in his eye. I vaguely alluded to this when speaking to Clara earlier.’

‘Then you may know that is part of the reason your mother is eager to, let us say – break you in. The admission your father made to her that he definitely does lust over you, greatly turns her on.’

‘My goodness that is something which I didn’t know about! I thought she just wanted me to join in your parties because it would make her feel less guilty having her daughter involved. So you mean, my mother gets a thrill from thinking about how daddy would love to fuck me? My goodness!’

‘She would like to make that happen. She is also curious as to who the person was that took your virginity.’

‘I mentioned to Clara, that there is a dark secret I have kept. As today has been a day filled with revelations and admissions and we have spoken freely about things sexual, I think I’d like to share it with you both.

‘Shortly after my eighteenth birthday, my grandfather, who was then still running the family business, gave me work in the accounts department. I was under the supervision of an accountant, a man around forty years of age. He was very attractive and alluring, almost hypnotic. One day he asked me to work late and when we were alone in the office he made a pass at me to which I didn’t object. All this was new to me and even a simple touch felt exciting. When he progressed to putting his hands on my breasts unfastening my bodice to put his hand inside my clothing while he kissed me, I experienced, for the first time, real and powerful sexual feelings. I let him go further and in short over many weeks he progressed to lifting my skirts and fingering my cunny. I loved every minute of it and when one evening he turned me round and bent me over a desk, lifting my clothing I submitted to his will. That was the night I was fucked for the first time. It happened many more times over months, either leaning against the desk or bending over and being taken from behind.

One night I was being taken from behind bent over the desk, telling the man how good it felt when a noise interrupted our fucking, causing us both to stop and turn around. Standing behind us was grandfather, who told us he had been watching for a considerable amount of time.

‘The conversation that followed between the men isn’t important but eventually the accountant was told to leave. I was told to stay and stood silent waiting for grandfather to read me the riot act and take me home to inform my parents of my wicked behaviour. Instead I was shocked to hear him order me to once again face the desk, lift up my skirt and bend over. I was astonished to feel grandfather’s cock pushing against my vagina. He fucked me hard and I’m ashamed to admit that, he being an older man he found it difficult to climax, but for me it proved to be a good thing because he was able to thrust away for a long time, giving me much pleasure, allowing me experience powerful orgasms.’

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It was all over the news. Streets had been shut down up to six blocks out. Helicopters circled far above, keeping their distance for fear their rotors might blow something loose and send the stuff out into the population below. In the streets, people screamed and ran, cars honking incessantly as they crammed to leave the area. Highways were blocked up more than they usually were, and the only things still moving near the building were the alien-like hazmat guys, their bodies covered in thick, spacesuit-like exo-suits, capable of keeping them safe from anything, from fresh bubonic plague to intense ionising radiation, for at least a moderate time period.

‘Panic grips the heart of L.A. as residents from every corner of the state rush to leave their homes and flee.’ a cute blonde said into a camera as she spoke before a greenscreen from a neighbouring state’s newsroom. Even here there seemed to be a commotion. ‘We’re seeing what could be over a million people abandoning their cars and running on foot, and we cannot find a highway that isn’t backed up with cars. People are abandoning their workplaces, their schools and their homes in fear of this strange, transformative mist that has descended upon and inexplicably changed one simple apartment tower, deep in the heart of Los Angeles.’

‘I called it,’ an angry man shouted into his camera as he broadcast himself on the internet, his face beetroot red, ‘I KNEW it, these damn government doo-hickies have finally gone and set off one of their weird, freakish sex viruses in our own cities. First it was the frogs, now it’s fucking LA!’

‘No word yet,’ a second reporter, a lanky black man said as he stood in the wind, ‘on whether or not this highway will ever clear up; with a panic like this, there’s no guarantee you’re getting even a few feet out of town by sunfall.’

‘I- I just didn’t know what to do,’ a red-headed woman said, her skin-tight dress clinging to her body as her immaculate makeup refused to budge beneath her suspiciously dry tears, the morning show hosts beside her looking forlorn and consulate, ‘I remembered hearing it as people rushed past and I thought – my god, Sally, is this it? Has the Sunday Church and the 401-K and the celibacy really landed you here?’ She sniffed, giving one of the hosts a chance to ask a question. ‘Well, no I- I wasn’t actually near the tower, but I was close enough to hear the first broadcast on the news…’

Outside the building, pandemonium reigned supreme, but she didn’t care. At that moment, Polly Jean was shuddering in bliss as she inhaled a fresh lungful of the slightly pink-tinged air, rippling waves of skin-tingling pleasure coursing through her. She blinked, opened her eyes – and seemed to stare right through the window before her, into a world of multi-colored stars that swam and gleamed all around her as she moved. She moaned softly as the lights made her senses tingle all over again and fell from her office chair to land on her knees before the full-height glass, pressing herself against it, not caring who might see or what kind of a stain she might leave, wrapped only in the intoxicating bliss.

Moments earlier, Polly had frowned as her employee, the young, promising Karen Hancock from the development team, had suddenly sat upright in her chair, inhaling deeply. It had only taken a moment – then, Karen was pulling the rather tight and certainly not cheap button-up from her chest, sighing as she ran both hands over her bra, clenching her breasts in each hand as she let out a full-bodied moan of what could only—and inexplicably—be ecstasy.

That had been a second or so before Polly had scented the stuff herself. Once she’d inhaled it, she quickly forgot about Karen, her own erzurum escort nipples instantly and powerfully coming to life with shocking power. She grasped them inside her shirt, groaning as the electricity that doing so generated surged through her, lighting her nether regions on fire. As she breathed in more deeply, the fine pink mist flying into her lungs, her body came alive, tingling and rippling all over. That was when she had turned to her windows, seen the lights flash to life behind her eyelids, and sunk to her knees to satiate the mind-melting pleasure driving her.

Grunting, Polly moaned as her crotch blistered with heat, and kneading it with one fist, she felt the fires of arousal stoking in an orgasm, as even just the light touch through her skirt set her clit to a heavy vibration. Quickly she tore off what she could, shuddering viscerally as the sensation of fabric sliding over her skin made her nerves fire so powerfully that she swayed on her knees, biting her lip so hard it drew blood. She fumbled at her crotch to loosen her skirt, but already she was beginning to change beneath it. By the time her shaking hands closed around the button of her skirt and began to depress it, it was nearly bursting apart from the inside.

Polly had been a slim, curvy woman, tall and shapely through a long and diligent workout regimen with a touchy, imported instructor who cost her more per year than her car did in one lump sum. She had learned two martial arts, could hold the downward dog and the splits for three minutes, ran a mile in under eight and had memorised and perfected eleven uncommon karma sutra positions (with a mutual friend, naturally.) She was an up-and-comer; and at thirty-six, she was doing damn well for a woman in a man’s world.

Now, Polly pressed her breasts up against the window, the cold stimulating her thundering nerves as her chest began to billow outward, stretching and growing as her skin rippled before her, pushing her away from the window as her modest, perky, and attractive Cs turned into voluptuous Js. Polly screamed in bliss and arched her back as her ass echoed the sudden sensations, growing with a soft rubbery sound as the fabric of her skirt tore stiffly around it, leaving threads clinging tightly to her skin as a gigantic, wobbling backside blossomed to life. What clothes Polly had not taken off in her sudden heat simply tore from her as her skin expanded spontaneously, and as her panties fell away from her, now just a useless rag, her quaking nether regions began to drip and dribble as a spontaneous orgasm surged forth from her cunt.

Behind her, Karen grunted as she pressed one hand between her growing thighs, biting her own arm to stop herself from gasping throatily as wetness flowed from her pussy, cumming a thick stream around her own hand. She leaned on Polly’s desk, bucking, her newly grown breasts dangling free before her in the air, the collar of her shirt still somehow clinging on around her neck, now the only part of her clothing still to remain vaguely intact. She fingered hard, orgasm flowing seemingly non-stop as pleasure burned her very brain, turning her into a stupid, sex-crazed beast intent on only one thing; making her new body feel as good as was humanly possible.

As Polly’s orgasm subsided and she collapsed over herself, at last seemingly finished with her sudden growth and sexual expulsion, something seemed to stir between her legs. Looking down, panting and horny as hell, she just had time to peer between two gigantic tits before an inexplicable, rippling growth seemed to begin. It hurt; but in a way that could only be described as the most impossible, wonderful, eskişehir escort terrible pleasure Polly had never felt before.

Polly could do nothing to stop the fresh orgasm as it rocked her world, making her pussy thunder even as her clit morphed, growing rapidly outwards, every tiny stretch taking the nerves in the sensitive nub with it. She screamed in ecstasy and bucked as if she were fucking someone against the window as her clit reached out before her, stiffening, hardening, growing into a more solid shaft, curving upwards in front of her body, pressing the upper edge of her pussy shut beneath it until it stood, proud and hard before her – a brand new, thick, long cock, complete with male helmet and bubbling lubricant already at the tip.

Polly’s hands closed around the length and she let her sweaty breasts and deformed cheek hold her upright as she pumped her newfound shaft, stimulating her new male appendage and bringing herself to ejaculation within a few pumps, spurting freshly-made semen tinged with a pink hue against the glass, where it ran slowly down, leaving a sticky trail behind it. Beneath the female penis, Polly’s pussy squirted as it, too, shared in her orgasm.

When Polly finally struggled to her feet, her new body weighty yet surprisingly buoyant, she found her previous colleague standing nearby, one hand wrapped around a matching fresh cock shaft.

‘Spread.’ Karen said monotonously, her wide eyes turned pink with the influence of the mysterious mist.

‘Spread.’ Polly agreed in her own droning response, her voice flat yet her body alive with pleasure of an intensity never before felt by a woman alive. It seemed as if the Polly from minutes earlier had been sapped away, ejaculated out of her, now sinking slowly down the glass windows behind her, as this repurposed body focussed body and mind alike on one all-encompassing goal. Turning as one, the two women walked towards Polly’s office door, hands on penises, bouncing breasts leading the way, only a dribble of lubricating wetness marking their path as it poured down their bare thighs.

In the hallway outside, a woman walked with her arms out like a zombie, chasing slowly after someone who had just disappeared into a nearby doorway. Her own glorious womanhood stood proudly in the air ahead of her, preceded only by two thick, stiff nipples. As Polly and Karen stepped like robots from their doorway, they began towards the disturbance, walking evenly and steadily, their generous man-and-woman-bits jerking and shaking with each step. They stared forwards, blank faces intent on only a new target; their only other motion, the slow, stroking motions of their hands as they stimulated their new body parts relentlessly. They were following their new directive; to spread the strange, mysterious mist.

Nearby, a man backed away as someone stood from behind a boardroom table, silhouetted by the light pouring in from the window behind them. Where just moments ago had sat a man, proud and plain and well-respected, now hulked a shapely figure with a massive chest, a chest that bulged through the ripped fibres of his neat blue suit shirt. He—it—stalked around the table, and as the light fell across him, the man gawked at what he saw. His manager, with whom he had been having a performance meeting less than a minute earlier, was gone, replaced now with a pink-eyed, pink-lipped woman, her long hair flowing from her head, her suit jacket splayed wide around two generous breasts that had grown from where none had been. As he-now she-approached, the man took few more quick puffs on his inhaler, confused and terrified. Then, his back hit the wall, and he gaziantep escort screamed as his attacker closed in.

The clothes were torn off first, roughly, fingers scratching his chest. Then, those pink lips suckered to his face, his chest, his stomach, his navel. He could feel the drag of those breasts as her nipples scraped his skin, and despite himself as his pants were pulled asunder, he stiffened slightly. When those puffy lips closed around him, he couldn’t stop himself from growing to his full, if modest strength inside those generous pillows. It was already far too late for him, even by her first kiss on his cheek.

He hadn’t noticed it at first-perhaps he was finally turning too, he couldn’t know-but at some point, his ex-manager had stripped what was left of her clothing too. Now, she she sat up above him, her buoyant chest bouncing and rolling, two pink nipples starting to drip a pink-hued liquid. He caught sight of her crotch just in time to see the penis she had once harboured between her legs as a male, warping and growing as it began to adjust itself. Her testicles fused with her body, and he watched as, before his very eyes, her body began to transform the previously male genitalia into a hybridised asexual organ. A dark gash split the skin where the base of the shaft and balls had been, and the parted skin folded quickly into that of a labia, filling the space beneath the cock which had grown to a generous, veiny pole where her clitoris should have been. Then, as suddenly as it had started, the newly created depths of a vagina gazed back at him, almost instantly dampening in heat as the he-woman’s body began to go to work.

‘Spread.’ The transformed woman said monotonously, wide eyes staring down at him as she leaned over him. He tried to pull away – but it was no use. Pinioned in a corner as he was, he could only watch the breast as it descended over him until he felt the thick, soft nipple pressing between his lips, her tight bosom stiff enough to push against his face and hold him down beneath its sheer mass. He had no choice; his lips closed around it even as he felt the fluid beginning to squirt into his mouth, and unable to think or even breathe, though he fought it desperately, he quickly swallowed.

Everything changed instantly. Within three pulls he was suckling lovingly on the teat, all care gone from his mind as the pink secretions filled him up. He weakened beneath her, no longer resisting her approaches, and the last thing he felt before his brain exploded with thought-destroying, self-eliminating pleasure was the puffy wet pussy of his attacker slipping down over his hard cock, taking him to the hilt effortlessly in one swift, impossibly tight descent. As he pulled deep draughts of the tainted breast milk down, gulping from the flowing teat now, his last conscious thought was of his orgasm as he ejaculated inside the fresh new cunt – and then the overpowering arousal surged through him and wiped his brain clean.

Sixty seconds later, grunting in bliss, the asthmatic man shook as two round breasts ballooned from his chest, nipples turning pink and swelling with milk as he was converted. His cock throbbed and split at its base, reforming into a new, soaked pussy, and as he sat up from beneath the woman who had ensured he get his dose of the pink substance, his wide eyes surged from within with a pink wash, recolouring from their natural white to a glowing pinkness. His face softened, and only his shuddering shakes as he experienced powerful orgasm after powerful orgasm caused any movement at all now. When it had finished emerging beneath his enhanced manhood, the man’s vagina squirted with wetness, staining the carpet between his legs even as his growing pole stretched the body of his former manager, still sitting atop him.

Eventually, she stood, stepping away from the newly converted drone. For its part, the once nerdy little man, now voluptuous, brainless doll rose to its feet, looking blankly at its counterpart.

‘Spread.’ He said monotonously.

‘Spread.’ Repeated the other.

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Author’s Note

This is the 3K+ final chapter of the novella of the same name. Father and daughter in a divorce rebound femdom relationship have reached the limit of what is emotionally healthy for them to explore. The four powerful forces of incest, romance, dominance and submission, and non-consent are threatening to hurt them both. So the daughter, who is the partner in control and the one still most attached to reality, decides it is time to call it quits. Even as she dreads she is going to hurt her father, and herself, in the process of doing so. But for half a year the Goddess-slave relationship has been building up. The extreme lust and devotion, and the addiction to the taste of being the object of such extreme lust and devotion. And it is unlikely the lust birds will get off scot-free. The previous chapters were all femdom or fetish driven in varying degrees. Though the femdom and fetish context remains, this last chapter is more a tragic romance. If you have read this far you probably want to know how do August and Jonathan end. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 6-Final

August and Jonathan had a short restless night in their hotel room during their city weekend escapade. But in the end, August was happy her miscalculation did not end up costing them more. That blowing past her father’s hard cuckoldry limits, did not end up in irreparable tragedy. Regardless, she felt that the femdom games were done for the weekend, and that the most loving version of her father’s vanilla girlfriend is what she needed to be for the rest, while she kept a very close eye on her father and made sure he was ok. So after getting up, they had breakfast, checked out, and left for a couple of more tourist activities before they drove back home.

August and Jonathan took a river boat tour that left from very near their hotel, and provided excellent views of many of the monuments and other city landmarks. August even sat on her father’s lap, and hung onto his neck with her arms, through much of it. Even if she thought the extended public display of the affection was a little much, even for a presumably ordinary pair of vanilla lovebirds.

Once that was done they drove a little west upriver, just outside the official city limits but well within the suburban area, and took a very short hike to a spectacular waterfall that marked the end of the piedmont, and the beginning of the coastal lowlands, this part of the country. And while they looked at the turbulent but at the same time peaceful spray of water from a viewing platform on the side of the river, August cuddled between Jonathan’s arms, and wrapped herself in them. Father and daughter in one of their most romantic and extended embraces of their incestuous relationship. While August reflected how much she loved him, how much he loved her back, but that they were beginning to hurt each other, and that that, just could not be.

****

Over the next month August agonized endlessly about her relationship with her father and lover. It was even affecting her school and her sleep, but no matter how hard and for how long she thought about it she could only find one logical next step, and that was to end it. Even more than that, they would have to take a break from seeing each other, from talking to each other even, in any capacity. Because they were in it too deep, and it would be impossible to find themselves again otherwise. And she hated that solution, because it was going to hurt both of them, particular Jonathan who she felt she was going to leave more empty than she had found him that fateful Saturday half a year ago. And she hated herself for it. For taking him, and herself down that path. But she really saw no other way. So for a month she kind of avoided communicating with him. And when their usual fifth weekend or so get together was coming up, she did not tell her father to prepare for any trip. Only that she would be there to talk with him at noon.

In her two hour drive west along highway 85, August even cried alone in her car. She had no suitcase this time, but in her pocket she constantly touched the key to Jonathan’s chastity cage even as she drove.

When she finally made it to her father’s house, rang his doorbell, and let herself in with her key, she found that Jonathan had prepared himself a small weekend suitcase and that it waited on the entrance hall. August’s heart broke.

“Hi August.”

Said Jonathan, as puppy dog as ever.

“You gave me no indication where we were going, so I packed a little bit for everything. Beach, mountain, city, I can make do if needed.”

Oh, god! Thought August. Please no!

“Hi Jonathan. I am sorry, but we need to talk.”

She said. Making her way to one of her father’s living room tekirdağ escort couches. And.

“Oh. Ok.”

He answered, while August paused for a minute to compose herself.

“Jonathan. I need you to come over here, pull your pants down, and kneel.”

And Jonathan actually smiled, thinking August was about to start in some femdom game. Oh, god! Please, do not make this so hard! Thought August as she read her father’s mind.

Jonathan did as he instructed, as he presented himself, like a good chastity slave, to his Mistress. While August, looking to his caged manhood, rather than his eyes, pulled the key from her pocket, slid it into the padlock, and turning it, unlocked her father from it. Moreover, she unthreaded the padlock from the cock-cage connector pin. And having put the padlock on a side table, proceeded to take the rest of the cock-cage apart with her hands, until her father was in chastity no more. Then she looked into his eyes.

“Jonathan… I came to do this in person, and to tell you in person that… –I am sorry, it is best if I get to the point–… We have to stop. This has to end. And we have to take a break from seeing each other.”

And with a knot on her throat August waited for her father to say something. But for a minute Jonathan gave his daughter a blank expression. Did not move. Or say a word. Just stayed rooted, still on his knees with his pants around his ankles before his daughter. Then, as if he had not heard a word, smiling again, he said.

“August. I actually bought you something I want you to have. And maybe wear?”

And reaching for a pocket of the pair of pants that were around his ankles, Jonathan pulled out a very small velvet jewelry gift box, and with trembling hands handed it to his daughter.

“I love you, August.”

He said. And August thought. You got to be kidding me! He is gone off the deep end this time! Certifiably insane! And her heart tore in two again, at the position her father was putting her in.

“Jonathan. As I have said before. I love you too. And I know you love me. But you are not well. You are lost. And I am so, so,so sorry for my part in that. I never meant to hurt you. I am truly so, so, so sorry. You are making me cry. But you know you cannot give that to me. And you know I cannot take it from you.”

“But August, you have not even opened it yet!”

Protested Jonathan, with some tears in his eyes.

“I do not have to. I know what is inside it. And you have to take it back.”

Indeed August knew it could, plausibly, be a pair of earrings. Or a maybe a small bracelet. Too small for a necklace. Some other plausibly innocent father-daughter gift perhaps. But she knew it was not. Most likely it was a ring. And if she knew her father, and what he thought and loved about her, she could even guess it most likely sported a big blue sapphire, rather than a diamond, as its centerpiece. Either way, she was not going to even touch it. She had accepted many gifts from her father these last few months. She was not going to accept this one.

“Jonathan, I am not the Goddess you think I am. And I am certainly not your Goddess.”

Added August with tears in her eyes.

“August, you most certainly are a Goddess. And you most definitely are my Goddess.”

Then answered Jonathan, who also with tears, moved down to kiss August’s knee.

Indeed that day, August was wearing a white summer dress, and a pair of wedge sandals, that she had worn for her father on their beach vacation. The same ensemble she had worn for their romantic dinner for two. The same ensemble she had worn to reject and dash his hope of consummating their sexual relationship that night. And it did leave her exposed from just above the knee to her feet. And though she was not rough, nor did she say anything, as her father moved to her knee August did hold on to his head to slow down, and restrict, his movement. “Easy there, Jonathan!” Is what she thought of his move.

But Jonathan was not deterred. And slowly, lovingly, full of devotion, a lot like he had once worshiped her feet, he planted small, slowly creeping, devoted kiss, after small, slowly creeping, devoted kiss on his daughter’s leg as he crept up her thigh. Jonathan did not even look up to August, but again was in a tunnel vision state, in complete adoration of August’s thigh. Letting his face, rather than his hand, as stealthily as he could, push August’s hem up as he went.

“Jonathan… please…”

Did beg August eventually. She wanted her father to decide to stop. But she could not bring herself to ask him to stop. Not to mention begging was totally out of character to the relationship they had had tokat escort for a half year. A relationship she had come this day to end.

“Jonathan. Please. I said. You are making this difficult.”

And Jonathan did take a couple of pauses between kisses to look up at his daughter, from being on his knees between her increasingly parted thighs to ask.

“August, “please” what?”

“Jonathan. Please.”

Is all August repeated. If August asked “stop”, Jonathan had no doubt he would do it. But he was not going to spell it out for her, because he absolutely did not want her to ask him to stop!

And Jonathan continued kissing his way up the inside of August’s thigh.

Oh god! Thought August. If he is trying to convince me I am a Goddess, his Goddess, he is doing a good job of it! The prick! The asshole!

And Jonathan continued kissing his way up the slim long legged blonde’s thigh. Till he ran out of runway. Her hem all the way up to her hips, and a pair of panties impeding further progress. And then Jonathan did slide each of his hands up the outside of each of August’s thighs. Threading them under her dress. And when he got to her hips, simultaneously lifting her up slightly, and pulling her panties, he slid those later off all the way down her legs and out.

“Uuhhumm!”

Went August at that, as she laid thighs parted, pantyless before her father. And added.

“You are an asshole!”

But did not physically or verbally push back further than that. Then Jonathan moved in deep between her thighs, and then is when the true devotion started.

Oh my god! Thought August. As Jonathan’s first kissed his facial lips to her nether lips. Kissed her nub. Then started licking between each of her folds, as he periodically stopped to kiss her nub again. You prick! Your asshole! I hate you! She thought silently as her pleasure began to rise like a preheating oven. There was so much devotion in Jonathan’s worship! The prick had half a year worth of boundless devotion to give, and he was spending it all with abandon. She still held onto his head. And on occasion took handfuls of his hair in hand. But she was not moving to shove the 40 year old man’s head between her thighs away. Fine! She thought. If he needs this, let him have it. Get it out of his system! It would only make him heal quicker if he did not think of her as the one that got away. She only had to stay there, thighs parted, and let him do what he needed to do.

Jonathan thought August was super soft, and super sweet. He had never tasted a woman as sweet, in fact. August’s mother, Skylar, was close, but like so many other comparisons between mother and daughter, the mother seemed to pale in comparison. He did recall that Skylar was always sweeter during ovulation, and he, very, very briefly, wondered whether August was currently ovulating too. But that thought was forgotten as he moved on to thinking, he had to show her she was a Goddess, she was his Goddess. And that “breaking up” was a stupid, hurtful, wasteful idea. Until.

“Ihm!”

Eventually yelped mutedly August, all but ripping a clump of hair off Jonathan’s scalp, as an orgasmic wave travelled all the way from her vagina, out through the rest of the body.

“Ihm, ihm, ihm!”

Yelped mutedly a little more August, till she gained enough composure to repeat to Jonathan.

“You asshole! You prick!”

While she let go of his head and scalp finally, relaxed her legs further open, and throwing her head back, just settled in to relax to let him continue doing what he was doing.

Jonathan was in heaven. He had wanted to do what he was doing for so long. And August’s thin long thighs around his face was the most comfortable place he had ever been. She smelled divine. She tasted divine. How could she say she was not a Goddess? And he felt if this Goddess severed the umbilical cord that bound him to her the trauma would be intense. An agony and anguish he did not even want to think about, let alone face. She could not break up with him. She could not force him to take some time apart. And he put all his soul into giving her intense pleasure.

“Ihm!”

Went another muted, high pitch yelp from August. Another orgasm that exploded from her vagina outward. This was going to be so hard! She thought after a minute of bringing herself back together. Incest, romance, dominance and submission, and non-consent were too much for a single couple to handle. And it really could never work. It was never meant too. It was just meant to be a low key, short term thing. But she had not counted with the slippery slope of intense sexual emotional commitment. And they were both neck deep in the quagmire trabzon escort before they even realized. Thought August, as the time seemed to stretch and stand still in the moment of intimacy between her and her father.

“Ihm!”

“Enough! Jonathan!”

She finally said to her father after her third orgasm, as he lifted his face from between her thighs. Face wet with her nectar. But Jonathan did not stop moving. Slowly, like in slow motion almost, he almost picked her up in his arms, as he then proceeded to lay her lengthwise on the couch that up till now she sat and leaned on.

“Jonathan…”

“August.”

“Jonathan. Do not make this harder.”

August whispered a protest as Jonathan took his place over her and between her legs. August could now feel him. So close. Hard and moist and ready. She felt panic. It was not the first time she had felt his body above her. But it was the first time he was fully armed and she was fully unarmored. And she could tell Jonathan was not thinking. At this moment, she knew he was acting on a need to claim her. And she knew she could stop it, with the right words. But she wanted him to do it of his own initiative. She did not want to be responsible for saying the words.

“Oh! Jonathan…”

She finally said when her father penetrated her. He started slow. It was one thrust every ten seconds at first.

“Uugh.”

August vocalized at the first thrust.

“Uugh.”

After the second.

“Uugh…uugh…”

As they started, slowly, getting faster. And she wrapped her arms around Jonathan’s back. And at times her legs around his waist, only to let them drop to the couch, and then pick them up again. About then is when August, like her father above her, stopped thinking. And dedicated herself 100% to feeling the love of the man that was making love to her. Her father had months ago been past practical consideration with regards to her. Finally August was too.

Except August must have kept a small corner of defiance somewhere. Because when Jonathan tried to kiss her as he made love to her, August turned her face away. First one side, then another, as her lips ran from his. They had kissed before, but it was like August was now saying “fine, you are taking what you are taking, but you can’t have it all!” Till her face stopped running from his and she relented that too. So they kissed right before her father exploded into her.

“Ihm, ihm, ihm!”

Went August again. And the couple stopped.

There was a minute of postcoital peace between them, till Jonathan finally, after all these months, finally experienced a moment of post nut clarity.

“Oh! August! I am sorry!”

“Shut up Jonathan! You did it, you own it.”

“August! Do I…need to…”

Started Jonathan. Only to be interrupted by August.

“Get me something to take? I will take care of it, and do not ask me again.”

“August!”

“I said shut up! I will not console you. Not this time!”

Said August louder this time, with a trace of her Empress-Goddess voice, full of authority and certainty in her judgements. Then the father, pulling back from the daughter, repeated again.

“August. I love you.”

And August repeated also.

“I know. I love you too. But this does not change anything. In fact, it just proves what has to happen.”

And pushing her father fully off this time, August picked up her panties from the floor, and slid them up her legs.

“Jonathan. I have to go now. Goodbye.”

And without further dragging on their already tragically intimate long goodbye, she picked up her bag from the side of the couch, and left her father, in tears and with his pants still down, behind.

*****

On the way home back on highway 85 August was in tears about leaving her father more alone than she had found him that fateful Saturday six months ago. She had never meant to hurt him. She only meant to help him fill the void. She did not even know if he was going to hold it together, but she no longer was in a position to help him if he did not. Because this time, she was the cause. And she did not know how long it would take her to heal from that knowledge. And she cried enough to impair her driving vision and decided she needed to hold it together for the sake of safety.

Then she felt her father’s semen ooze out of her vagina and down her inner thigh and she thought. Shit! I really need to take care of this asap! I will have to stop somewhere, a pharmacy or the student university health center, as soon as I get back and take what I have to take. And while she briefly reached to her bag on the passenger seat for some tissues to dry her thighs off, the bag tipped. And the little velvet jewelry box her father had tried to give her fell out. And August realized her father must have put it there while she was emotionally distracted from their consummated relationship, and physically distracted from putting her panties back on. And she voiced to herself.

“Jonathan. You asshole. I hate you!”

Though she did not really mean that last part one bit.

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Carrie was no royalist — few people with more than a couple of brain cells to rub together are, as far as she was concerned — but she wasn’t one to pass up the opportunity to show off her baking skills. So it was that she found herself preparing scones for the jubilee party at work.

‘Party’ was a bit of a stretch, admittedly. A fuddle, they called it. People were bringing party food, nibbles and so on, all of which would be consumed during their fifteen minute afternoon break. Carrie was bringing scones. Scones were what really mattered for any kind of afternoon tea as far as she was concerned, and hers were perfect. She had paid careful attention to every stage and every detail and they had turned out exactly as intended. No mishaps, no accidents, and certainly no ruined clothes to strip off.

She was utterly determined that nothing would ruin her scones. Which is why she visited a small artisanal produce store in a leafy suburb outside the city centre the day before the event. The party, that is. Even Insuracar weren’t tight enough to try and make their staff work a bank holiday. She couldn’t care less about the jubilee itself and loudly told anybody who asked.

Anyway, the reason Carrie was in that particular shop on that particular day was that she was browsing for the perfect jam to go with her scones. She couldn’t let Ryan cheap out with a 99 pence jar from the supermarket, even if that meant Insuracar footing the bill instead of her. Some times it’s worth forking out for quality, and the appearance of Carrie’s scones was such a time.

She would need clotted cream, too, naturally, but she had already spotted that in a fridge near the door on her way in, and the jam needed much more of her focus. There were so many to choose from, after all, and it had to be just right. She was almost disappointed in the end, to realise regular old strawberry was the classic accompaniment for a reason. As tempting as pineapple and mango jam sounded, it just wouldn’t seem right on scones.

Grabbing four jars and a two tubs of clotted cream, Carrie paid, thanked the predictably hippy-looking woman behind the counter, and headed for the door. At least, she tried to, but quickly realised she couldn’t carry them all in her hands and that the other woman had disappeared into the back without offering her a carrier bag. Not the end of the world, Carrie told herself, just need to be careful. She formed a small tower on the counter — four jam jars on the bottom, two tubs of clotted cream stacked atop. It was a stretch for her hands to get around the jam jars, but the walk home was too much of a hassle to do twice. Besides, if she could manage three pint pots in a pub, surely she could manage this.

Slowly, carefully, she lifted the tower of condiments off the counter and held them at chest height. This way, she could keep a close eye on them and make sure she wasn’t causing the cream to slide around too much.

Everything was fine and dandy all the way up to her third gingerly taken step, at which point she came face-to-face with the door. Ah. This was a problem. There was no way Carrie could open it herself, and she was too shy to shout out. What could she shout, anyway? Hello, woman, please help? No.

Then her problem solved itself. Kind of.

Another customer barged in, one eye on her phone, jangling the bell above the door. This would have been fine — an escape route free of social awkwardness — except that the newcomer didn’t see Carrie, and Carrie was too overburdened with jam to get out of the way in time.

The result happened in slow motion from Carrie’s point of view. The door slammed into her first, followed by the stranger, who had too much momentum to stop in time and was too distracted by her phone to notice there was a problem before it was too late. The plastic tubs containing clotted cream were crushed between the two bodies, causing their contents to spurt upwards as though shot from a sprinkler. At the same time, the jam jars fell to the floor, shattering instantly, and splattering the feet and calves of both women. Unfortunately for Carrie, she had taken advantage of the pleasant spring weather by wearing open-toed sandals, meaning the brunt of the mess went all over her mostly-bare feet.

Even more unfortunately, the fountain of clotted cream landed on her head, face and chest before her body had finished reacting to the sticky jam now coating her feet. The other woman’s momentum had transferred to the heavy dairy slop and so it was only ever going to go one way. Carrie winced, shuddering slightly as the cream landed. Two tubs meant two thick ropes of cream, running from the top of her head to her chest, with the odd gap here and there. As if that weren’t enough of a pain, her other concession to the weather had been a maroon coloured spaghetti strap top. This meant two things. Firstly, the light and flimsy cotton was no match for the thick, gooey cream, and offered little protection for her chest. Secondly, the cream was düzce escort easily able to ooze inside the garment through the gap between it and her chest. The result of all of this, of course, was that she soon felt the slop in her bra, coolly coating her nipples and a decent section of her sizeable breasts.

Little of this registered with Carrie right away. She was too befuddled by the whole situation to be mindful of the physical sensations. Was she supposed to apologise, berate the woman for not looking where she was going, or simply get out of there? Fight or flight? Britishness took over and she muttered an apology while crouching to try and make an ineffectual and ill-conceived attempt to clean up the jam and broken glass.

‘You should be sorry,’ the woman replied, instantly classifying herself as a bitch in Carrie’s mind.

‘Well you really should have been watching where you were going,’ she replied, hackles up. She wanted first and foremost for this situation to be over, but she wasn’t going to let this woman blame her for a mess of her creation. Tellingly, the other woman had made no effort to help with the mess.

‘I beg your pardon?’ the woman sounded genuinely shocked that somebody would do anything but agree and apologise.

Before she could make this even clearer, the shopkeeper reappeared. ‘Oh, dear. What’s happened here?’

‘She barged into me,’ the two women said in tandem.

‘I see,’ the shopkeeper tutted. ‘Well don’t be silly and go picking up glass with your fingers. Wait there and I’ll get a dustpan and brush.’

The older woman floated away into the back again, leaving Carrie and the rude woman in heatedly awkward silence. Carrie suddenly felt very away of the fact that she was still crouched at the other woman’s feet, and stood up. The process of straightening up gave her a close-up view of the woman and her outfit. She too had made the mistake of wearing sandals, but the bottom of her cut-off jeans were also splattered, where Carrie’s bare legs had taken the brunt of her splattering. There was a pale brown blouse above that, satin, but light and airy. Finally, her face was obscured by a large pair of sunglasses, but Carrie thought there was something recognisable about what she could see. Maybe it was the long blonde hair, maybe it was something else.

‘Katie? Carrie asked.

‘Carrie? Oh my God, no way.’

The mood in the room changed instantly with that recognition. It was one thing for Carrie to think a horrible stranger had caused this mess, but a colleague? Not exactly a friend, but someone she knew relatively well. She didn’t want to cause a scene — any more a scene, anyway — with someone she would have to deal with again tomorrow morning.

‘I’m so sorry,’ Katie said, much to Carrie’s relief. ‘My head was elsewhere.’

‘I should have seen that and stepped back. Don’t worry about it.’

‘But this mess. Oh this was all for the party, wasn’t it? I’m so sorry.’

‘It was. I guess I’ll have to get some more now. It’s fine, honestly. No big deal.’

‘I know how expensive this place is.’ Katie has switched to a whisper, obviously not wanting to be heard complaining.

‘Worth it, though. What are you here for, actually?’

‘Oh, uh, just browsing really.’

Something about Katie’s response and her body language made Carrie extremely suspicious, but it wasn’t as if she was likely to be up to anything she shouldn’t be, was it? Not in a cutesie little shop. If Katie wanted to be secretive, so be it, it was no concern of Carrie’s. ‘Fair enough,’ she said, wishing the shopkeeper would hurry up now that things had gotten a little uncomfortable again.

Luckily, the shopkeeper chose that moment to make her return. Her timing couldn’t have been more pristine if it had been scripted. ‘Here we are,’ she said, stepping through the space between Katie and Carrie.

‘Oh, no, let me get that for you,’ Carrie insisted. She crouched alongside the shopkeeper and held her hands out. Katie stayed where she was, noticeably.

‘I’d offer to help but, uh, I’ve got a bit of a bad back.’

‘Oh. Right,’ Carrie said, looking up at her co-worker again and feeling just the slightest bit squeamish at the difference in stature between them. It wasn’t a particularly convincing reason for not helping, but nor was it one Carrie could really call out. The shopkeeper had left her to the job now, too, and was busy asking Katie what she needed. Carrie suddenly felt very small, and not just because she was crouching. She had been discarded, just like the broken glass and ruined jam she was trying to collect in a dustpan. To make matters worse, the tight confines of the shop meant that Katie had to step over her to get to the counter — a literal manifestation of how she was feeling. What was that phrase they’d taught her in college, prophetic phalanx or something?

In her self-pity, she failed to notice what had been happening with the spillage. edirne escort The way she had been absent mindedly sweeping up the mess meant that she was speckling her calves with more mess. She had been pressing down too hard, and every sweeping motion had released the tension in the brush’s bristles, spraying, the sticky mixture of jam and cream in her direction. She realised this with a shudder, which helped to remind her, regrettably, of the cream inside her top and, most regrettably of all, inside her bra. She would have to remember not to make any sudden movements in future, because it was bad enough having the gooey stuff inside her underwear but moving it around was a whole new level of unpleasantness.

The dustpan was full now, at least, though there was still plenty to tidy up. She stood carefully, stiffly, trying to avoid as much adverse jiggle as possible. Just like Katie, she thought, who was currently waiting for the shopkeeper to grab something from a shelf close to the floor. Since Carrie didn’t know where the nearest bin was, she also had to wait for Katie’s order to be completed. This meant she had time to think about things. It was a funny coincidence, she thought, that Katie was moving stiffly, too. Wouldn’t it be funny if there was nothing wrong with her back and she also had some kind of gunk inside her underwear? Not likely, though. Katie thought ruefully about the amount of clotted cream clinging to her breasts right now and was sure she had pretty much all of it.

No, the only way Katie could be suffering a similar problem was if she had deliberately put herself in that position and that was ridiculous. Right?

It dawned on Carrie that it wasn’t a million years since she had gotten accidentally messy and how that had ended up. The idea that people would do such a thing on purpose would have been laughable before that, but now? It wasn’t completely unreasonable, was it? She found herself watching Katie very closely, then, feeling less and less sure about her earlier assertion that it was a funny coincidence. Exactly what she was looking for was unclear. After all, if Katie had injured her back it made sense that she would be moving awkwardly.

‘How are we getting on with that mess?’ The shopkeeper asked, interrupting Carrie’s thoughts.

‘Oh, uh, alright. Where’s the bin actually?’ Carrie replied, showing her the full dustpan.

‘Just in the back. Here, let me get that.’ The shopkeeper extended her arms and carefully took the dustpan from Carrie.

Katie at least had the decency to mouth another apology, motioning to her own back with one arm and putting on a theatrical wince. Oddly, it made Carrie feel less and less convinced by the excuse, but she still wasn’t comfortable with calling her out on it. The cost-reward equation just didn’t add up. If she contested Katie’s claim and was right, what would happen? Katie would be a little embarrassed and would probably never talk to her again. If she was wrong, Carrie would look like a complete bitch.

Still, she couldn’t get over the idea that Katie was fibbing. She needed proof.

When the shopkeeper returned with the empty dustpan and returned to serving Katie, Carrie decided she couldn’t let the issue go. Ignoring the slimy, sticky discomfort it caused her as best she could, she swept up more hurriedly this time. She cringed non-stop, despite her best efforts, but she got the job done before Katie could finish her order.

‘Sorry, there you go,’ Carrie said, squeezing carefully past Katie to hand the refilled dustpan over once more.

Katie moved out of the way, but that didn’t mean much in and of itself. After all, Carrie was still splattered with sticky mess. She would try to avoid her, too, if she had been in Katie’s shoes. ‘Can I get the same again, please, and this time I’ll try not to dump it all over your floor.’

‘Sure,’ the woman said. ‘Let me just finish up with your friend here. Thirteen-fifty, please. Thank-you.’

Affecting an air of curiosity, Carrie enquired about Katie’s purchases. ‘Stuff for the party?’

‘Oh, uh, yeah.’ Katie seemed unsure again, as if she couldn’t remember what she had purchased just seconds before. Or, more likely, Carrie thought, like she hadn’t had chance to come up with a believable lie. But why lie at all?

‘What are you bringing?’ Carrie asked, unwilling to let it drop now.

‘Just party food, you know? Nibbles, crisps, bites, that kind of thing.’

‘Interesting that you’d come here for something like that.’

‘Well, might as well get the good stuff, right?’

‘Right.’ Carrie tried to peer into Katie’s bag as surreptitiously as possible. Unfortunately, trying to be subtle meant she couldn’t see anything.

‘Oh, hang on.’ A third voice chimed in. It was the shopkeeper. ‘You forgot your jam. I don’t know if I’ve ever sold so many jars in one afternoon. Jubilee is certainly doing me some good, no matter what people say.’

Guilt elazığ escort flashed across Katie’s face. It went as quickly as it came, but Carrie didn’t miss it. She had been watching Katie carefully this whole time, and she recognised an “uh-oh” when she saw one.

‘More jam, hmm?’ she asked innocently.

‘Well, obviously not everything is for the work party,’ Katie answered with impressive smoothness. ‘Anyway, I really should get going. Sorry about the mess, really. Keep a receipt and I’ll pay for what I broke.’

‘Sure, sure. Fine. Don’t worry about it, honestly. See you tomorrow.’

‘See you.’ Katie turned and left, far more careful than when she had entered.

Carrie turned to watch, eyes following her down the street as far as she could. Luckily, Katie had driven here and had parked close by. At least, she unlocked a nearby car and deposited her bag into its passenger seat. Presumably that meant it was hers.

‘Anything else I can get you?’ the shopkeeper asked.

Carrie had to swallow her frustration at having her thoughts interrupted again. ‘No. No, that’s fine, thanks. Just, uh, hold old it for two mins will you? I need to… be right back.’

Before the other woman could reply, Carrie was out the door and into the stiflingly warm street. She made for Katie’s car in a half-run, half-walk, trying to get there quickly without looking like she was trying to get there quickly.

She needn’t have rushed, though.

Bending at the waist, she peered in through the passenger door and saw Katie in the middle of dumping a jar of jam into her jeans. Carrie gasped and was immediately grateful for the glass between her and Katie meaning it went unheard. She did feel guilty for peering in, yet she couldn’t look away. She simply couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Someone was getting messy on purpose, and it was someone she knew.

She continued to watch as Katie re-buttoned her jeans, shifting in her seat with none of the rigidity she would have expected. Indeed, Katie seemed to be relishing the sticky feeling, wriggling in her seat. As far as Carrie could tell, Katie was deliberately shifting the jam around, squelching it between her thighs and under her buttocks. After a moment of this, Katie put a hand to her crotch and then continued, presumably using her hand to smear the stickiness around her knickers.

And then she looked up and saw Carrie watching.

Both women almost had a heart attack. Carrie’s first instinct was to play it cool and act as though she’d seen nothing. Maybe she could pass it off as needing to speak again.

The look in Katie’s eyes made that seem unlikely to pass muster. There was a mixture of guilt, frustration and lust there. It was an unusual combination, but unmistakable too.

‘Get in,’ Katie mouthed. Even with the window closed, Carrie got the message clearly. Less clear was why she obeyed it.

Carrie opened the door, clambered inside and sat down in a series of quick movements. She closed the door and sat in heavy, awkward silence for a moment.

‘How much did you see?’ Katie asked at last.

‘Oh, nothing, I, uh –‘

‘No, really. It’s a bit late for that.’

‘I saw you dumping jam in, uh, in there,’ Carrie nodded in the direction of Katie’s midriff. ‘And then I saw you wriggling, I guess.’

Katie laughed. Carrie joined in. The tension broke instantly, and Carrie felt a sense of relief. It was as though she’d been keeping a dirty secret, only to find out the person she’d been keeping it from knew all along.

‘Well, I might as well fill you in now, I guess. On one condition.’

‘What is it?’ Carrie asked warily, half-expecting Katie to suggest some kind of jam-splattered version of a blood pact. To her surprise, the prospect didn’t totally appal her.

‘I’ll tell you everything, Literally everything about what I was doing, as much as you want to know. But you can’t tell anyone else. Deal?’

If Carrie had been asked a few moments ago, she would have been unsure if she even wanted to know at all. Now, though, she was enthralled and possibly a little excited. ‘Deal,’ she said plainly, underlining it with a nod.

Katie breathed out through puckered lips, blowing out her cheeks. ‘Alright. Well, I said I’ll tell you everything, but I’m not sure where to start.’

Carrie felt as if she should say something, but what? ‘No rush.’

‘Well, it was exactly what it looked like. I dumped the jam in my knickers, then I wriggled around. That’s not all, though.’

‘I guessed that much.’

‘No, I mean, that’s not all that’s in there.’

‘Oh,’ Carrie said, extending the vowel sound as realisation dawned. ‘So your back.’

Katie laughed. ‘Right. Yeah, it’s fine, thanks for asking. This, the jam, was part two of an intricate dare. Part one was to fill the back of my knickers with custard and then complete the rest.’

Carrie found her eyes drifting towards the seat of Katie’s chair, as if she could see the custard with X-Ray vision. ‘So you’re coated in stuff down there.’

‘Yep,’ Katie answered, torn between an indulgent smirk and a nervous grin. Carrie couldn’t blame her. She had felt similarly not long ago.

‘So you coated your bum in custard, came to the shop, filled the front with jam,’ Carrie said. ‘That gives me at least as many questions as answers.’

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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The donkey grunted, pressing on in the courthouse, though everything there had taken on a strange edge, an ethereal quality to it. She shifted her weight back and forth, the judge staring her down. Yet…somehow…she was without a single stitch of clothing on her — everything exposed! And yet…there were more anuses on her than ever!

“Miss Moor…”

No, no, no, no, no — it could not be! Mandy squeaked and tried to shrink back from the judge, though it didn’t seem to do her any good, paws fumbling, trying to cover the anuses on her body. Yet wherever she grasped another appeared, squelching out a steaming load of poop, thick and smelly, the reek permeating the whole courtroom. It was a familiar place to her, one that she had dreamed about many times since taking on her punishment, but they were shaking their head at her, even as her multiple, many anuses leaked into the padding covering them.

“…Has not completed the terms of her sentence to our satisfaction,” the judge said, delivering his ruling. “And will be sentenced to a further year of anus and excrement punishment. The court is adjourned.”

She screamed and ran for him, begging him not to leave her like that, but the judge faded away, as he always did. It was only when the floor beneath her opened up, the pads over the anuses falling away, revealing more than she had ever thought she’d had, squelching and oozing thick, gross excrement, sticking to her fur, that she realised it was a dream.

If only her reality, when she woke, was not so close to it.

The donkey stuttered upright and struggled right out of bed, glancing back at it in panic, her heart still pounding. If she didn’t get up early, shoving the dream from her mind, the alarm not yet having gone off either, she would flood the pads covering the punishment anuses on her body, squelching out thick waste yet again. It was a situation that had happened repeatedly during her punishment, so often that Mandy was left with a constant panic about it happening again.

Mandy groaned, skittering straight into the bathroom, though that was not entirely unusual for the donkey. She was always grunting, always groaning, always trying to control…them. Not that she had ever been meant to control them, not really, the dirty mess of her body always reeking, always stinking, never under her control, despite everything.

It…well… It had been her fault. But she’d only stolen, it had not been that bad. There were other things in the world, most certainly, that were worse than stealing, but the judges had been experimenting with different punishments lately, instead of just locking up furs for infractions and more minor crimes. After all, the intent was not to offend again for a repeated time…

Mandy panted lightly, trying not to breathe in through her nostrils as she peeled the pad from her underarm, revealing the first of many stinking anuses that littered her body. Her body, as it was, was not the same as it had been. To punish her for the crime of stealing from the wrong fur, someone with too much standing in the richer parts of the community, they had assigned her one year of being cursed with multiple anuses.

That could have been bad enough, with the lick of magic keeping them all in place, under both armpits, down on her hips, between her thighs, another one next to her regular anus… They were everywhere. It could have been bad enough, but the issue was that they were constantly streaming, excreting, massive, thick dumps of waste overfilling the pads that she bandaged onto her body to make sure that the excrement did not leak.

Mandy laughed bitterly, shaking her head. Yeah, like hell that happened. There was even an anus tucked between her crotch-boobs: a pair of breasts that had formed where the udder on a donkey would have been. It was a quirk of her biology and evolution, though it was harder to clean the reeking mess out from between those boobs. Maybe because she just liked them being clean.

“Ugh…”

She groaned, glad, at least, that her punishment was coming to an end. It had been such a very long year and she didn’t know how she was going to get through it, the anuses on her body all coming from a magical source, connecting others to her. Mandy didn’t honestly know if those that were connected to her, through the punishment, were aware of the thick, squelching contributions to her predicament. She didn’t care either, the magic surely coming to an end.

But, muğla escort she still had to get out. Soaking through the pads during the night was bad enough, but she thought that she might have an hour or so at work, editing at the newspaper, though she was not “the editor”, not yet, before she had to change the pads again. She’d gotten used to using the special wipes on her rougher coat, wiping away the excrement, though the pad around her buttocks, just a diaper, was thick and heavy with a heaving, squelchy load of waste already. That was one of the worst of it, stinking and reeking, even though it was, in a way, the easiest to keep contained. At least she could buy diapers anywhere…

The rest of her body had to have thick pads, to absorb and hold the mess, in place, but they were always shifting, allowing thicker, squashed logs of waste to ooze free, though most of it was softer, easier to soak in. Yet she could never tell just what was going to come at any point, for too many of the bowel movements that the anuses had were of the “sudden death” variety.

She’d come up with that word herself. After, well…an incident.

She tried to clean up, to be efficient, though there was no time for a good shower, not that time. It didn’t matter anyway, considering that she always had to be cleaning up, constantly, and would need to do so in the bathroom at work too. There was no shower there, so it would be her heavy-duty wipes all over again, her backpack packed already to the brim with thick pads and bandages, the sticky “stick to itself” kind that would be easy to put in place. After a year, she had found ways to manage it, though the sagging mud pads would be gross again in no time.

Winter had crept into the city and she cursed under her breath as she bundled up, hating the layers. It made her feel sweltering, closed in, as if the faeces were sticking into her fur coat, becoming a part of her. Yeah, maybe that was a weird way to think about it, frankly, but it just felt like all the grossness of the mess was sinking into her, even though she didn’t want to imagine it.

Soon, however, it would be over. Even as she bundled up in her thick winter coat and multiple layers to head out through the slushy snow to the office. Mandy chose to walk, in her hoof boots, to the office those days, considering that it would be much easier in that way to hide what was happening to her. She found that the open air helped, at least in a small way, to dissipate the smell too.

At least, that was what the donkey hoped. She had gotten used to part of it, over the year of her being cursed and punished. Others around her, not exposed to the reek as much as she had, had not. Mandy, however, could usually tell when the bowel release would come, spilling their messy loads into the pads, but the events could still be unpredictable. That was why it had been so difficult to work, but they had had to make an exception for her, on the grounds of accessibility, though it was a punishment. The court had said that they had to.

That didn’t mean that people didn’t tease her, however, even if Mandy was not so sure that she deserved the attention she was getting. It had not been all that much that she had stolen and, frankly, she would still have stolen if she had been in need. Her job didn’t pay all that much, not in the journalism business, but she’d had to pick up extra, dirtier work on the side — work that was more in line with her new body.

“I can’t wait to be out of this… Ugh…”

Mandy muttered to herself as she ducked into her office building, though the layers didn’t seem to need to come off in there. Confused, Mandy flicked her ears back and forth, nostrils quivering. They were on the sixth floor there, but there was something wrong even as she went up the stairs, not trusting herself on the elevator, not after that monstrous wave of excrement had made it reek for two weeks. Some still joked that they could smell her in there, despite everything that Mandy had paid for, even out of her own pocket, to clean up after that accident. No one thought that she didn’t have to — they just blamed her for the bodily accident, the deathly wave of what was practically diarrhoea seeping through the pads between her crotch breasts that time.

Not even the diaper had been able to contain that accident and she grunted as she edged into her office, darting out of the stairway as if expecting something to happen. She was just so on edge, always on edge.

“Hey… Steve…”

She dared ask a co-worker what was going on, though she felt like she needed to pull the fluffy hood of her jacket up even higher. The marmot glanced up at her, smirking a little.

“Hey stinky-poo,” he said, greeting her with one of the most unimaginative nicknames that had been given to her. “What’s up? Messed up your diaper again?”

She flinched, but quailed, resenting his treatment of her. It didn’t matter if she tried reporting him to HR: they weren’t going to do a damn ordu escort thing. Her workplace was not permitted to fire her because of her stinky punishment, even if she had more accidents at work than she even had had before, but they could make things difficult for her. and that involved turning a blind eye to the co-workers that made fun of her, mocking her. Everyone knew what her punishment had been and, well, that first time that she had lost control of her timetable and mixed things up at her desk, soaking a muddy, thick pad with faecal matter right on her side had turned absolutely everyone against her. They’d all run screaming, holding anything that they could over their noses, eyes watering at the stench.

She grumbled. They had not known that it was her that had had to deal with the slick, squelchy feel of the waste soaking into the bad, sometimes too thick to ooze into it, squashing back into her fur. Would she ever truly feel clean again? There were even stains in the carpet around her desk — stains that she was sure she had not made, but everyone blamed her for the brown smears all the same in the old carpet.

“Why is it so cold in here?” Mandy asked, shoving all other thoughts from her mind. “It’s really weird.”

“Oh, I didn’t think you noticed things like that anymore,” he said with a laugh, shuffling some papers. “Heaters are off, you’ll just have to deal with it. We don’t want to see you shitting yourself in public again anyway, so it’s really for the best.”

That stung, but the donkey did her best to hold her anger inside, taking several long, deep breaths, her ears quivering. Her bowels churned, alerting her to the fact that she needed to go to the bathroom to relieve herself and she thought she would be able to stay there until a couple of others had finished pooping too.

Leaving a coffee at her desk, steaming nicely, she headed to the bathroom, making quick work of everything. If she was careful, she could catch the mess in the thick pads and toss it away swiftly, but it was not always that easy. Like that day, when the slop of waste coming from between her crotch boobs wouldn’t push out as she wanted it to, setting her chest heaving, smearing it accidentally into the bare skin and her fur as she tried to clean herself up.

“Oh, shit…”

Mandy’s ears drooped, already fighting the thick winter clothing, her ass, literally, frozen. It seemed even harder to get the gloopy waste out of her fur, though a small part of her argued back and said that she wouldn’t feel clean until she was in the shower anyway — so why bother?

Taking care of those three excretions, all on schedule, she headed back slowly to her desk and sat down with fresh pads in place and a diaper, hating the crinkle of it around her buttocks and between her legs. It helped with other things too, for she had always had very over productive genitals too — always “leaky”. But that was something that Mandy had to deal with even more those days when her body was leaking from so many other holes, all over her body.

She was just glad there weren’t any on her face or neck, though the one in her armpit, squelching and stopping her from putting her arm all the way down against her side, was perhaps one of the ones that she hated the most.

All she had to do was get through the day, she thought to herself, staring at the clock, fingers moving on the keyboard before the computer, as if doing everything on autopilot. If I can get through the day, I can manage this, I can have the punishment lifted, I won’t have to live like this any longer.

The coffee helped too, one of the many things that helped keep the gross excretions on a schedule. She had a very strict diet, but she thought that she could influence the anuses, if only slightly, by looking after herself too. Maybe it was a false hope, but it was one of the things that made Mandy feel ever so slightly back in control, during those twelve long, long months.

The chair squeaked under her as she shifted her weight. The work got done, a little, little by little, but there seemed to be even more in her inbox than ever. Mandy frowned and tried to focus, drinking her coffee, already wondering what she was going to pick up from lunch. She had a “safe foods” list that she wasn’t even all that sure if they were safe foods or not, but she felt like it was good to be healthy anyway. A lot had come into focus after being cursed with the multiple anuses, not all of it bad.

Yet she should have kept a closer eye on her coffee that day, for it had been left unattended at her desk for the first time in weeks. And her co-workers were not about to let such an opportunity slip by, easing something into the cup when she’d been in the bathroom, though it had been stirred in so Mandy had not noticed.

For what she drank did influence the anuses, truly. All in the worst of ways.

Unlike her own bowel movements, her natural ones, there was no warning when the floodgates opened. Only a trembling osmaniye escort in her body, a sense that something was wrong, though she didn’t even get to stand up from her desk before the muddy wash of waste hit her. Mandy gasped, ears standing up straight, horror swarming her, a sick chill of prickling heat bringing a rise of nausea to the back of her throat. She could taste bile, but all she could concentrate on was the anuses pushing, puckering, streaming with a rancid, sweltering dose of waste as if every one of them at once.

“Noooo…”

Not even Mandy could stop a low, rising moan from breaking her lips, drawing attention, even though the laughs were already starting. The waste soaked through the pads, so quickly that she was not even sure what kind it was (there were many, all of which she had catalogued in her head during the year), streaming down her side from the anus under her armpit, even losing control from the anus between her crotch breasts. They wobbled into the mess, though the squishy excrement filled the pad quickly, trickling down her legs, even into the boots that she had not bothered to take off from her walk in.

Laughter surrounded her, her co-workers already prepared with masks that covered their noses and mouths, ensuring that they would not be affected by the reek. With tears in her eyes, she streaked to the bathroom, still leaving a splatter of waste behind her, though, that time, it had not been her fault.

Tears in the bathroom. Oh, they were commonplace, though, that time, she barricaded the door to make sure that no one else could get in there to taunt her, for she would have much rather have been stuck in the bathroom all day alone (if they blocked the door too) than face more taunting. They were cruel, so cruel, but it was her that had to pull herself back up again and face the day, to clean herself up again, even if they were fully aware of the mess they had caused, the trouble she had caused her.

“I hate it here…”

She sniffled, though those four words did not fully encompass the wrenching in her chest. The poop had even soaked into her clothes and the stink of it clung to her, frustration twisting and curling like a pit of snakes in her stomach.

There was only one place that she could go for relief and that was the sex club in the redlight district. She signed out of work early without giving it much thought, stomping down the street, only wanting to get all the clothes off. It was a job, easily enough, that she had taken to make the bills meet, but it had ended up one of the only avenues of true relief that she could get. Getting off at home didn’t make sense anymore, was lacking something for her, so she went there, posed for clients and masturbated, though she had not allowed anyone to fuck them yet.

Not yet. And she wouldn’t. Not with the punishment being lifted. She would have to tell them that it was her last day, she thought, nodding at the desk and heading to her usual room, stripping off and lying on the bed. A red light glowed on her fur, though it was warm enough in there for the clawing grab of excrement, the stink, to prick at her nose, making her turn away from it in disgust. Those that watched her, however, would like it, which was the thing that got her bills paid.

Her clothes were left in the adjacent changing room, though, if she was fortunate, she would be able to have them dry-cleaned before she left. Reaching for the in-room phone, she smiled at the thought of clean, warm clothes layering her body, soon to have only one anus on it!

“Hey there, slutty-poo.”

Mandy froze, gulping hard. The skunk, Aroma. Of course, that was most likely not her name and just one that was chosen for working at that particular fetish club, one for more extreme kinks. The skunk entered the room casually, her long, black hair spilling down her back from a high ponytail, though her lace underwear did not hide her dick or her oversized scent glands. Those scent glands were her money maker.

But Aroma had multiple breasts too, six in total, lining her chest and abdomen. For her too, they were always leaking, plump with milk, though she strutted about proudly, her dick even half hard within the skimpy underwear that was truly meant to contain them. Her grin set something quivering within the donkey, though Mandy tried not to appear affected.

“Hey, Aroma,” Mandy said. “Don’t call me that anymore… You know I’m not going to be here for much longer.”

“Oh, no, dear… You need the money.”

Aroma wasn’t a friend, but she was the closest thing to a friend that Mandy had had since coming there. No one had wanted to touch her beyond as a fetish, but she’d been so desperate for some real contact that, on more than one occasion, she had let Aroma have sex with her. It had felt good, dirty but good, and the skunk had not even minded when she’d missed her schedule and let loose a thick wave of excrement halfway through, pounding the donkey’s pussy full regardless.

“Oh, no…”

Mandy shook her head, but Aroma was there, nuzzling up to her, kissing her neck, tracing her lips down under her armpit where one of the anuses lay, though the one under the armpit on the other side was just as alluring, at least to the skunk. It was clean at that time, but Aroma knew just how to tease her friend, despite her dirty horror at everything.

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1.

Storms never come once at a time. Just when the local paper I was working for was close to bankrupt, Elena finally decided to take some time away from me. I wasn’t surprised. The last year was a struggle for our marriage. Maybe it was the lack of kids or our time-consuming careers but everything had been slowly falling apart. We barely met at home with her and when we did, we fought badly.

When she moved out of the apartment, I quickly drifted into my old hobbies. One of them was my sweater fetish. I found myself recharged when I looked around the old forums, some of which were still on. I even bought several sweaters online. Elena wasn’t very fond of my bizarre sexuality and she rarely dressed anything wooly in my presence. Still, she was, and probably would be, the only girl who accepted my fetish.

In the meantime, my professional life was about to come to a crossroad. I was a good journalist and a writer. The local paper’s editors gave me a chance to write short stories, posted just before its last page. But when things went bad and the internet took over, I had to do some other stuff — like editing myself, helping with the sports covering and negotiating with the distributers.

My boss — Marko, was a nice guy and an excellent journalist. He saw the tension in the office when some of the minor employees had to be released in order for the paper to survive. He tried to calm us all down but there were some fiery scandals along the last couple of months. So he came up with the idea of a team building – away from the city, up the mountain.

That’s how I found myself unpacking in a small hotel room. I thought about playing around in some of the sweaters I brought, but decided that this could wait until I spend some time with my colleagues. bursa escort After all, it is what I came here for.

It was late afternoon when I sat alongside a big table downstairs. We had reserved every room in the hotel so the place was ours. Even the staff was away leaving us until tomorrow morning.

Marko showed me how to make a coffee in the kitchen and I was just sipping when Natalia and Stefan started arguing about politics. It was annoying but Marko, Teresa, Tina and Nick ignored them. So I did the same. We had to leave some of the team behind to prepare the Monday edition, but we here were the core of the newspaper.

I couldn’t help but notice that the cold weather made some of my female coworkers to dress woolly outfits. Natalia was still with her white snood on, Tina wore a nice thick hat in the bus but, without a doubt, the most stunning wool item was Teresa’s fuzzy green sweater. It was oversized and cozy looking thing with a very big cowl neck collar that at first I thought was a snood. Teresa often wore big sweaters at work, probably trying to hide some of the flesh underneath. She was quite chubby… Okay, maybe even fat, but it just made the picture even more interesting if you’re into chunky sweaters.

I was barely keeping up a conversation with Marko and Nick about rock bands and enjoying the view of those heavy melons of Teresa moving around the thick knitted wool. The big cowlneck was spread all over her shoulders and still reaching the table before her. It was nice watching her move it away to find her cup of tea.

Natalia went over the line with her arguments and she stormed away up in her room. This wasn’t a nice start of the weekend and I noticed how disappointed çanakkale escort Marko was. So I offered a walk until it was time for dinner. Everyone agreed and in five minutes we were outside.

It was snowing lightly. I couldn’t help but stare at the snowflakes falling onto Tina’s hat and Teresa’s cowlneck, left outside her leather jacket. We wandered around the village that had turned throughout the years into a ski resort. It wasn’t very crowded but that’s why Marko chose it — because it’s cheaper.

The girls didn’t do a lot of shopping but they wondered what the view up the hill was. So we planned that tomorrow we would use the lift and go check what it’s like. Me and Nick bought some books while Marko took two different papers in order to compare them to ours.

On the way back, Teresa lifted her cowl over her head because it was getting colder. I was walking behind her, mesmerized by the fuzziness before me. Suddenly I realized I wanted to touch it badly. So I went next to her and reached for some imaginary “twig” that I explained was caught in the knit. Teresa looked at me surprised but thanked. I kind of brushed my fingers through the collar’s knit which was odd to her but she didn’t mention anything.

We came back to the small hotel and started preparing dinner. The girls were trying to show each other what a great cook each of them were while the three men, including me, were in charge of the drinks, the fire and the music.

While the oven was working its ass off to indulge the girls’ creativity, I went up to my room for a bath and a quick change. I wondered if I should play around with some sweater but I didn’t have much time. So I left with a tingling sensation rize escort in my belly, hoping that some of the girls would dress something fuzzy in order to feed my fantasies through the night. But then, in the middle of the hallway, my phone rang. It was Elena. She was asking me to come at the apartment and pick some clothes for the winter. My heart raced as I told her I was away and that I had given a piece or two of her belongings to charity. It was a lie, covering the fact I had taken two of her sweaters with my luggage. Of course, the shouting began. Elena told me that she would throw all of my clothes from the apartment. She sounded sincere. I felt bad for her sweaters but I didn’t like the way she was always shouting at me though this last year. So I hung up the phone, thinking that most of my monthly salary would now be spend for clothes.

The door next to mine opened and Teresa went out in the hallway. Her face showed that she unwillingly overheard my conversation on the phone but acted as if she didn’t. I tried to smile but it didn’t work. Teresa did the same and then went on for the stairs.

I found myself unable to move. But not because a coworker of mine had just overheard about my marriage problems. It was because Teresa had changed into something even more stunning than her green cowl neck sweater. For dinner she chose a beige chunky off-shoulder sweater, way above her size to fit the chubbiness. But it was obvious that the design wasn’t planned for such extreme weight, thus making the off-shoulder collar far too open for her fleshy chest. Trying to not be so obscenely looking, Teresa had only her left shoulder out and had pulled the whole sweater in a way that the opening would show mostly her back. The knit was very soft and it looked like it would fall apart any moment. On top of that, two black stripes were hooked on her shoulders telling me that she wore only her bra underneath. Her outfit got complete with tight black leather pants which seemed to hide some of her extra weight to the observer.

I took a moment to catch my breath and joined everyone downstairs.

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