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Jennifer completed the entry in her punishment book and filed it. She was just a few minutes ahead of the deadline time so there was not long to wait before Master would enter the punishments that she would receive for her failings this week.

Punishment books are networked so that all club members could view the books of all playthings. If they wished they could come and watch the punishment being given and punishment sessions were scheduled throughout the day to give the maximum opportunity for these viewings.

Today, Jennifer had to make two entries. In her eagerness to please her Master she had failed to pass a message to one of her fellow playthings. It had been her silly hope that by being present on her own to service Master would make him see how much she could please him and mean that he would call her more often. Instead he was properly annoyed when the other girl did not appear on time. Jennifer’s pretence of having forgotten to pass the message was futile. She was not only given a punishment, but she was also sent away and that hurt far more.

The second entry was because she failed to show a Member proper respect when she was upset over the first misconduct. Jennifer knew she needed to be punished and she actually wanted it so that she could move on and get back into pleasing Master.

Using the next computer was the woman who had received one hundred cane strokes about three weeks ago. She seemed fully recovered. There were only some pale yellow blotches on her tits and around her belly and buttocks. Jennifer could not help looking and they started chatting when the woman finished her entry. She was smiling.

“My third week with a nil return.”

“Really.” Replied Jennifer. “That is very good.”

“Yes. I chose to be a plaything, but after a few months I started to forget why I had done it and I behaved badly. After I had my big beating I was carried back to Master’s room. He told me I could leave if I wanted. My life had been a miserable mess before Master took me as his plaything and I was really frightened about going back to being poor and unloved. Even though I was hurting like hell I knew I wanted to stay. I asked Master if I could rim him to show I had learned my lesson.”

“After a few minutes with my tongue in Master’s ass, my body was glowing all over. Pain gave way to a really hot, tenderness that was just heaven. When he was ready to cum I took it in my mouth and promised Master that I would show my obedience. Today Master is going to invite twenty of his friends to cum in my mouth for the forty five minutes of my punishment slot. I hope to make them all happy and maybe some will be able to give me more than one load before the time runs out.”

“Wow!. That we will be hard work. It might be more difficult than some punishments.”

“I am looking forward to it. I want to make Master proud of me.”

Just then the clock ticked to the hour and the seven women sitting by the computers all looked to see what might be in store for them. Jennifer waited a few moments until her screen changed.

Punishment 13

12 strokes

Crop

She gasped a little and a tingle ran down her back. Thirteen was a tough one. It meant that she would be on her knees with her wrists cuffed behind her back. Her tits would be clamped between two round, chrome bars and then they would be beaten with twelve strokes of a riding crop.

Jennifer’s tits had been spanked a little in the past, but never as much as that. The Members usually liked a tit whipping so there would probably be a good audience as well.

She looked back fındıkzade escort to the screen to see what her second punishment would be.

Punishment 1

3 Strokes

Cane size 2

This was not too bad. Three strokes of a medium cane on her ass. That was lenient really and Jennifer didn’t mind a caning. The only thing was that this punishment would be administered by the Member she had disrespected. She did not know how hard he would be and she thought to herself that he was a big man.

Jennifer’s new friend also saw her screen.

“Don’t worry. Look how my breasts are now. The day after my caning they were swollen, multi-coloured and hurting like hell. The pain doesn’t last too long.”

There was a hum of nervous conversation as the women drifted out of the room. It was one hour until the first punishment session. Everybody would prepare in their own way and reflect on what awaited them.

There were six fully equipped punishment rooms in the palace. Only half a dozen girls would be punished today so only two rooms in use. That way there was plenty of opportunity for viewing. Jennifer was allocated to room one. This was the largest with plenty of comfortable chairs for viewers and a large punishment platform where she would be on display to them all as she received her sentence. She was in slot number three so it would be nearly three hours before she was dealt with. The afternoon would start with the group cock sucking that she had just heard about.

Dora placed the cushion on the centre of the stage and knelt. She was nervous and excited. Master and his twenty guests were relaxing in the lounge with a drink. He would bring them in very soon. There were a few Members sitting in the viewing chairs already and then the Gentleman himself came in accompanied by Jennifer and two of his other playthings. The Members stood and greeted him.

All Members had access to the networked punishment books so they knew what was going to happen in each room at all of the scheduled times. When a girl did not have to receive any punishment a Member could still reserve a slot to put on a show. Sometimes these occasions were more interesting than punishment sessions and viewing seats could be popular. Today in punishment room one there were so many Members taking part in the proceedings on the platform that they outnumbered the observers.

At exactly the appointed time Dora’s Master led his guests to the platform.

“Good afternoon Sir and honoured viewers. You may know that a few weeks ago my plaything disgraced herself by lusting after men and she received severe punishment. Since the correction she has performed well and shows every sign of having learned her lesson. However, as she obviously wanted other men I decided that she should have some today so she will eat whatever my friends choose to give her this afternoon. We will not waste any time. Gentlemen be my guest.”

While the others stayed back to allow a good view the first man took out his prick and offered it up to Dora’s waiting mouth. Within seconds he was pushing his rigid prick deep into her throat and it was not long before he gripped her head hard to pump a good load into her throat. As soon as it was swallowed the second guy put his stiff dick in her mouth and set to work.

The waiting men shuffled into an informal line. The one at the front stroked his hard prick and gazed at the beautiful woman on her knees. His friend was working her head and the look on his face told of his coming climax. Dora knew from the increased aksaray escort intensity of her face fucking that she was about to get her second helping of cum. She looked up as he grunted and filled her mouth. She was sucking on prick number three as soon as she had swallowed. Only four or five minutes into the session the first two men chatted quietly at the back of the line considering whether they would be making use of Dora’s lovely mouth again.

In the audience The Gentleman enjoyed the show by having one of his playthings suck his dick. His very large friend joined them and the Gentleman had a plaything suck him too. This was the man who would be caning Jennifer later and seeing his enormous size made her worry more. The Gentleman and his friend chatted quietly as they watched Dora working on the line-up. Occasionally they looked down at the pretty faces in their own laps or grasped a handful of hair to direct the action.

Thirty minutes after she had started sucking, Dora swallowed her fifteenth cum load. The next engorged penis filled her aching mouth right away and she worked on it with all the professionalism she had given to the first. After such a long wait the anticipation caused this Member to release a large load into her warm mouth in seconds. As Dora swallowed she allowed her mind to wander for a moment. From past experience she calculated that sixteen cum loads would be getting on for half a pint of jizz in her belly by now. There was no time to think any more about it. She could tell that the seventeenth was just about to arrive.

When the gong announced the end of the session Dora finished off the third man to have a second go with her. Twenty three times she had brought a man to completion in three quarters of an hour. Not a drop was spilled and Dora glowed with pleasure as her Master raised her to her feet for her to bow to her audience. The round of applause which followed drove away the feelings of jaw ache and the soreness in her throat.

The Gentleman gestured to Jennifer. She knelt before him and he emptied his bladder into her.

During the ten minute interval, ushers were moving a whipping frame onto the platform for the next session. The Gentleman took his small group to the lounge. Jennifer noted that she only came up to the shoulder of the man who would cane her and his great bulk suggested he was a body builder or something. She suddenly felt more fragile, smaller and more naked than she usually did. They all had a drink together and then the Gentleman sent Jennifer to prepare herself for her session.

At the appointed time Jennifer knelt nest to the clamp bars which were already adjusted to the correct height for her. The Gentleman grasped her nipples to place her breasts between the bars. He turned butterfly nuts bringing the top bar down until her tits were firmly clamped. They went pinker immediately the blood flow was restricted and began to darken further in colour.

The Gentleman took a leather flapped riding crop from the stand. He offered I to Jennifer’s lips for her to kiss. Taking careful aim he brought the crop down hard on her left breast. A rectangular blotch appeared on the tit which was now purple due to the clamps. The second stroke gave her a matching mark on her right breast.

With the skill acquired from a lifetime of wielding the crop, the Gentleman spread his blows across the top of the compressed tits so that by the twelfth stroke the whole surface flesh was covered with evenly distributed welts. Tears streamed down Jennifer’s face and she flinched when eyüp escort the pressure of the bars was released. She grabbed her tits when the returning blood flow intensified her pain. The Gentleman took her hair, raised her to her feet and kissed her fully on the mouth before pressing his face to her scorching breasts. His mighty friend ascended the platform and Jennifer was handed to him.

Instead of leading Jennifer to the bench, Karl simply took her under his arm and strode across the platform. In the second or two before Karl draped Dora into her caning position she could not help imagining what it might be like to be fucked by this man. Her wrists and ankles were secured with leather cuffs so that her legs were spread and her ass high. Jennifer’s sore and swollen tits were crushed into the hard surface of the caning bench.

Karl collected a size 2 bamboo cane from the rack. He followed the example of the Gentleman by presenting the instrument for Jennifer to kiss.

“Only three my dear. You will call out the number as I deliver them.”

Jennifer shuddered. The instruction was filled with menace. She had no idea why that should be so. Her whole life consisted of taking orders from men and there was nothing at all uncommon in being required to number the strokes of a punishment. It was just the physical presence of Karl. She could not help fantasising about his prick being in proportion to his great body and her holes being stretched while the air was squeezed out of her by his massive body.

The good light and perfect display position meant that Jennifer’s glistening cunt betrayed her thoughts to Karl and the audience. They could not know the detail, bet everybody was aware of her arousal. The puffed , pussy lips stood out as proud as her ass. Karl raised his arm and delivered a crack of the cane that made Jennifer’s body leap in its bonds.. She screamed. The stroke landed perfectly across her buttocks at a low point where her labia took part of the impact as well. Even for a woman accustomed to regular canings, this was a different experience.

Fuck fantasies were completely driven from Jennifer’s mind now. She only just managed to pull herself together enough to call out “One Sir. Thank you.”

Karl smiled at the thank you. He hadn’t demanded that, but it pleased him. That’s what you get from a quality woman. The Gentleman should be proud. Usually when he gave punishment he heard screams, but not thanks. The second stroke was equally hard, but it landed higher up the ass cheeks and did not strike her cunt again. When Jennifer offered her thanks this time she had a little more breath to do it.

The final stroke of the cane was too much for the bamboo. It shattered as it struck Jennifer’s lovely ass. Three livid lines lay in parallel across her buttocks and the final one was accompanies by a light graze where the wood had splintered on impact. Through her sobs and tears Jennifer managed to call out the stroke. Karl quickly released the cuffs and lifted Jennifer gently from the bench. He cradled her in his arms and carried her to the Gentleman at the base of the platform.

“I am so sorry Sir. I misjudged the implement. It is unforgivable to have broken the skin of your very lovely lady. I must make reparations.”

“Not at all my dear friend. The fault is all mine. Our equipment is obviously below the required standard for a proper disciplinarian.”

Karl had lowered Jennifer to her trembling knees. The Gentleman now looked down at her.

“I am going to give you to Karl for the rest of the day so that you can properly show your thanks to Karl for his correction. Your arousal was apparent when he was disciplining you so you may not be unhappy with this decision.”

The Gentleman left. Had her wayward mind offended her beloved Master? What would Karl do with her? Jennifer did not know whether to be excited or upset. She would have little time to worry about her bruises.

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It was late when Amy and Ben returned home from the party. Amy had indulged her love of Champagne and Ben had had to steady the very giggly brunette through the front door and over to the sofa. Her tight red cocktail dress rode even further up her thighs as she writhed in giggly delight on the cream cushions. She reached over to pop Ben’s shirt buttons through wild ruffled hair.

Ben could feel his heart pounding at the possibility of being release from chastity. It had been over a week since Amy had last turned the key and watching Amy in her red cocktail dress made it feel a year.

“Let’s go to bed,” he breathed as Amy’s dangerously addictive eyes and parted lips followed his every move.

“Soon,” she breathed huskily.

With Ben’s shirt discarded on the floor and his muscles on show, Amy stretched for her phone and danced her fingers over the screen to unlock her new App. Her shiny lips curled into a smile as a beep confirmed that she was now in full control of Ben’s metal chastity.

The belt, that encircled Ben’s waist and pulled tightly between his legs, had been a birthday present from Amy to Ben. However, within seconds of it being unwrapped, Amy had locked it in place over his ever present, and always locked, Prince Albert cage.

“Oh yeah, please unlock me darling,” Ben panted.

“Soon…”

Amy ran her hand inside her dress, along her bare thigh as she watched Ben undress. Ben looked back, desperate to be freed from his two chastity devices. His body was awakening as he imagined being naked, feeling his erection and taking his beautiful woman. But first, Amy needed to type in her unique ten-digit release code which she couldn’t do with her hands in her pants.

“Shall I wake him up?” she breathed.

Amy fidgeted with anticipation as she touched her phone and watched Ben stagger backwards on to the sofa and clasp his crotch. She could hear the vibrators humming inside Ben’s belt, his balls and cock cage would be trembling, awakening a cock that would tingle, expand and then crush hopelessly into the end of its Prince Albert cage. Male sexuality awakened and extinguished by just the touch of her finger.

“I’m ready,” Ben cried.

Amy just sat with her legs spread exploring the depths of her own body.

“Too nice,” Ben cried, “Please turn me off.”

Amy blinked and gaze almost innocently as Ben shook his belt with both hands, willing for the stimulation to stop. She was trembling with excitement, the pleading look in his beautiful brown eyes making her wet as he desperately tried to break into his metal pants.

“Ooh, shall I time lock you?”

‘Time lock’ was a way for Amy to lock herself out of the chastity App until the set time had passed. It effectively froze the belt, and therefore Ben’s genitals, in time. If she set the time lock with the vibrator still on, there would be no way either of them could free him from the cruel stimulation.

Amy was turning in delight on the sofa, each turn of her hips making her dress ride up further. Her long-tanned thighs, the creases of her butt and her tight silk lingerie were now all on show to her kneeling and desperate chastised man.

“I love this belt,” Amy breathed, “one press and you could be totally fucked, darling.”

Ben looked up for permission to kiss her thighs. Amy waited, teasing for a few long moments before spreading her legs and using a single finger to order him in.

“You don’t bağcılar escort dare disobey me, do you?” Amy whispered huskily.

“Cock’s about to explode…”

It felt calming between Amy’s warm thighs, but still his lips approached the woman’s damp black underwear with trepidation, he needed the stimulation to stop.

“Deeper…”

Ben drew back her panties and licked. He wanted to go fast, but she liked slow and that might cause her to time lock him. He had to be gentle and worship her, even though she was teasing his cock with the unstoppable vibrations.

Amy lay back of the sofa moaning incoherently. She held the only code that could release him from the tyranny of the vibration and right now her head was back, her eyes closed and her parted glossy lips moaning as his tongue played inside her panties.

The cries subsided leaving just Ben’s frustrated moans echoing around the room. He was kneeling before her and barely registered as Amy’s phone gave him his reprieve.

“Wow,” Ben panted, “Feels like they’re on fire.”

“Sorry,” Amy apologised, self-consciously pulling her cocktail dress down.

“They’re glowing… feels weirdly nice.”

“Want me to switch you back on?”

Ben stood up gingerly, took Amy’s hand and pulled her to her feet, “Time to unlock my pants,” he whispered, pinning her to the wall as they kissed.

He watched her playful smile as she brushed back her hair and picked up her phone. He then heard a strangely attractive female computerised voice from inside his belt, ‘Worship mode engaged.’

“Amy!”

“Nothing you can do darling…”

Amy’s mischievous eyes smiled back with a look of complete satisfaction. There was no negotiating with either Amy or the voice in his belt and Ben now had only seconds to get on to all fours so that the front of the belt was horizonal to the ground. He kissed her again, his cock throbbing with anticipation as the electric shock hit.

“Fuck,” he winced, dropping to the floor.

‘Worship mode. Please obey,’ the electronic voice insisted.

“Yes, I know,” Ben cried, looking down between his legs to talk to the steel belt whose embrace he couldn’t escape.

Amy was laughing uncontrollably.

“Wow, that almost took my balls off!” Ben gasped.”

He reached up to prise Amy’s phone from her hand but sighed as he read the swirling pink writing on the screen, ‘Worship Mode, Deadlocked by Mistress Amy.’

“Mistress Amy?” Ben questioned.

“You’re not supposed to read that,” she blushed.

Ben clicked on the word ‘Deadlocked’, only to be greeted with the message ‘Enter twelve-digit penis release code.’

“Bummer, eh?” Amy purred in her husky, inebriated lilt.

“Penis release code?” Ben repeated.

Amy giggled at the words. Ben could feel his cock tingling and then swelling as Amy snatched back her phone, lifted her dress and jealously tucked the phone inside the front of her panties.

“I suddenly feel very helpless,” Ben breathed, craning his eyes up to see where the phone was now residing.

“Penis release code,” Amy giggled.

Her long legs towered above him to the expensive black lingerie, his gift to her, that now held her phone.

“Phones don’t like dampness, darling.”

“And cocks don’t like electricity,” he replied.

Ben kissed the tipsy woman’s feet. She often released him when bahçelievler escort he took control, when he picked her up and carried her to their bedroom, but how could he do that when she had as good as transformed him into her dog?

“If your phone can’t take the steamy confine of your pants, I’m on my knees forever!” he panted.

Amy hiccupped, giggled and pushed her phone even deeper into her lingerie. Now, even two manicured hands clamped against her shiny lips couldn’t stop her bursting out in laughter, “I’m sorry,” she giggled, sinking happily into the sofa and offering Ben a bare foot to kiss.

She could feel herself drifting away as Ben kissed her soles. She parted her legs, the red fabric stretching as she started to sing. Ben’s lips were working their way up her legs and Amy closed her eyes and bit her lip as she waited excitedly for the inevitable.

“Fuck!” Ben cried as his toned body lifted slightly from the horizonal and the electricity sunk into his balls.

“Stay down, darling.”

Tipsy Amy could be even more cruel and teasing, but maybe that was why Ben had been filling her glass all evening. He loved to find new ways to delight Amy, to please her and to make her want to make love.

“Can I give you a ride to the bedroom?” he breathed.

Amy grinned at the thought. She sat up straight and pushed back her bare shoulders to extenuate her breasts. She wobbled up to her feet and sat down using Ben’s back as her saddle. Balancing was tricky, until she flopped forward to hug Ben’s neck.

“Where’s my whip!” she giggled with a hiccup.

Ben carefully crawled on all fours with Amy’s arms and thighs gripping him tightly.

As they arrived at their bedroom, Amy stretched to her feet and bounced up on to their bed. From the floor, Ben couldn’t see what she was doing, but he could listen to her aroused moans.

With neither Amy nor the voice in his crotch willing to release him, Ben climbed on to the bed and quickly lay face down next to Amy as the electricity shocked his balls.

“Fuck, Amy that’s turned up high!” he cried as the pain dissipated.

“Worship mode must be taken seriously,” she purred, snugging up to him.

“When I get out of this Amy…” Ben growled, making Amy tremble in delight.

“Yes, but until then…”

Lying on her back, Amy worked her feet into the mattress until she had pushed herself far enough up the bed for Ben’s lips to return to between her hot, parted thighs. She flung her arms back to grip the bars of the metal bedhead as she felt Ben pull her phone from her panties.

“It called worship mode for a reason, darling,” she called, her hips thrusting into Ben’s loving lips and her long legs interlacing around his head to lock him in place.

“I always worship you,” he gasped.

Amy’s thighs were constantly moving, pushing, turning and gripping him as her body awoke. Her cries were becoming higher pitched and breathy and ready for him.

“Let me worship you another way,” Ben panted, placing her phone in her hand.

Ben was again consumed between her animated thighs as he felt his belt loosen. At the same time, her thighs tighten around his neck and Amy was grinning naughtily when he finally wriggled free from her mischievous legs and removed the steel belt. It had left red indentation in his skin, but it also revealed his balls and his locked Prince şirinevler escort Albert cock cage.

“That doesn’t get you far,” tipsy Amy giggled.

“Oh Amy, you can’t leave me here.”

“Can’t?”

They shared a look as they both thought back to the previous occasion where Amy had let him on, only for her to refuse to unlock his Prince Albert cage. Surely, she wouldn’t do that to him again. He gently pulled her to sitting and unzipped her from her dress, removed her bra and kissed her nipples.

“Please Amy, not tonight, you look too hot.”

“I don’t think either of us wants that, darling…”

Amy could feel her body reaching that special point, where her breathing and cries hastened, and she needed Ben’s touch. She used Ben’s hair to pull his head deep between her thighs and then crossed her legs to pin his face almost airtightly against her crotch as she performed the magic.

“You can’t watch,” she purred.

Ben couldn’t see, hear, smell or breath, but he was happy to forego all that for the feel Amy’s fingers on his cock. There was a rush of blood and an immediate erection as Ben fought for breath. Amy uncrossed her damp legs just in time, leaving her dazed lover staring at his penis.

“Oh fuck!” Ben gasped.

“Yes, please…” Amy smiled sweetly.

She was so open and dreamy as Ben eased inside and so aroused that they lasted less than a minute. Their climax was so intense that they hugged each other tightly as the room spun. They went again, they always enjoyed the second time the most, and lay together afterwards with Ben still inside her.

“Maybe I could be your chastity belt,” Amy breathed, “Keep you in me all day.”

“Do you have worship mode?” Ben asked.

“You know I do…”

*

Amy and Ben showered slowly and then Ben lay naked on the bed as he waited to be locked up. They no longer needed to discuss how and when; it was just one person taking her rightful control over another.

It was so normal, that Amy would talk about work, or their weekend plans as her naked and shower warm butt sunk down on to Ben’s face. She would snuggle in tight, ensuring that she had taken his sight before slowly and lovingly relocking the Prince Albert chastity cage. She loved the idea that Ben would never see the key again, giving it a sense of mystique that would add to her power.

“Almost like magic,” she smiled shyly as she lifted up to release Ben’s blinking eyes.

Ben leaned over to kiss her nipples.

“And the belt, darling…” she insisted.

Ben let Amy reattach his metal pants, and then sit astride his waist as she deadlocked it with her phone. He couldn’t see the screen, but he could see her flickering eyes and smiling lips as she programmed his next punishment.

“‘Deadlocked’ for twelve hours and tethered,” she breathed, rolling off his body now that his fate was sealed.

“Where is it?” Ben asked, knowing that he now had to stay within three metres of the tracking device.

Amy smiled wickedly as she threw the small tracking device across the bedroom and out into the hallway. “Return to Mistress Amy,” the electronic female voice commanded.

Ben jumped up, his powerful legs sprinting after the device just as the electricity started pulsing through his balls. Now clutching the small white device, he returned to bed and to Amy’s negligee clad body and playful eyes.

“Twelve hours deadlocked and tethered with no possible way out?” he breathed.

“I don’t trust myself to behave,” Amy replied.

“So, I get locked up?”

Amy’s hips were in perpetual motion, breathing deeply as Ben spread her thighs and ran his hand between her legs. But instead of kissing her, he pulled open the front of her panties and simply dropped the tracking unit inside.

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The Game – Part 5 & 6 – Bending and Twisting

“If you cannot obey, end the game.” He stared down at her, a mocking sneer on his face. “If you cannot submit, end the game.” Letting go of her wrists, his voice softened. “I’ve always admired your spirit. I think that’s why I fell in love with you; but if you pit your will against mine, and don’t just end the game…you will be broken.”

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Michelle was pulled from sleep by the now familiar vibration of the plug, and her husband massaging the sore areas between her legs. She lay there unmoving, willing her breathing to remain steady, hoping he’d think she was still asleep. “Good morning, my love.” He said. “Did you sleep well?”

“What the hell do you think?” Michelle answered, irritated. Her arms and legs ached from being stretched, and every inch of skin still burned and tingled from last night…or for all she knew, only an hour ago. She had no idea how long she’d slept. The windowless room allowed no speculation about time of day. She’d arrived at the Fantasuite at 6pm, but the evening was lost in a blur of pain and orgasms.

“You do realize you’re gonna pay for that, don’t you?”

She opened her eyes to see her husband kneeling beside the bed, smiling at her. She moved to sit up on an elbow and looked at the tyvek bands wrapped around her wrists. The Game. The goddamn Game. The goddamn, motherblank, stupidass Game. Last night she’d cried and screamed and begged…and not given up. She’d needed comfort last night, and even after submitting to his torture for hours, he’d pushed her away. Well screw him and his game. When she moved to tear the band from her left wrist, she saw the triumphant smile on his face. She shook her head and laid back down, turning her back to him.

“I see,” he said. “You’re angry. But you’re not quitting. Impressive.”

“If you don’t want sex or a blow job, what do you want out of this? The title of ‘Sadistic Jackass’ doesn’t seem worth all of this.”

Winding his fingers in her hair, Mark chuckled lightly. “You know I enjoy making love to you. And I need to fuck you, like I need food and water.” He gripped her hair tightly, pulling her head back and leaning in to whisper into her ear. “And grabbing your hair and pushing my dick down your throat is heaven to me.” His obscene words made her flinch as if he’d slapped her. He loosened his grip on her hair, still stroking it lightly. “I want your total submission and absolute obedience. When I give you an instruction, I want your only thought to be of pleasing me.” He kissed her welted back, causing her to shudder.

Michelle rolled over to face him, annoyed at the warmth rising in her. “Why?”

“Because I see how happy you are pleasing me.” He lightly kissed her lips. “When I tell you this makes me happy…” he squeezed her sore nipple, causing her to wince. “…I know you endure it to please me.” He moved his hand to the soreness and growing moisture between her legs. “I know how the slightest threatening tone from me makes your pussy so wet I can smell you across a crowded room.” He slowly slid a single finger in and out of her, carefully avoiding her growing clitoris, having no intention of giving her release yet.

Michelle sighed, disgusted by his words, yet moving to guide his hand.

“Stop.” Mark said abruptly. Michelle froze. Mark withdrew his finger and touched it to her lips. “See…the only one who won’t acknowledge how desperate you are to serve me is you. You see it as a sign of weakness, but if you endure this weekend…” he kissed her softly and slowly “…you will be the strongest woman I’ve ever known.” He reached behind her and turned off the vibrating plug, slowly and gently removing it from her stretched rectum. Michelle suddenly felt very empty.

Mark stood up, breaking the moment. “I’m going for breakfast. You have 30 minutes. You may get up, tend to your personal needs, and prepare yourself; or you may rest a while longer and get up when I return. The choice is yours.

Michelle watched in the mirror as he left the room. She got a glimpse of darkness outside as the door opened and closed. She had no idea what time it was. She loved her husband, and hated that he might be right. The BDSM thing might have started as a curiosity when she was younger, but with Mark it had grown into a lifestyle. While he was falling in love with her spirit, she was falling for his power. The more she pushed and provoked, the stronger he became…and the harder she fell. She closed her eyes and relaxed, grateful for the choice to sleep.

The smell of brewing coffee and the sounds of crinkling paper drew Michelle to wakefulness, this time. Mark was standing at the counter, his back to her. Groaning, she slowly moved to get out of bed, the tell tale smell of a veggie omelet calling to her. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” Mark said as her feet touched the floor. “Go have a seat on the loveseat, and I’ll bring your breakfast.”

“Just a second,” Michelle mecidiyeköy escort mumbled. She stood up and stretched, still feeling the aches and pains of last night. Massaging her aching shoulder, she headed for the bathroom.

“Michelle.” The tone of Mark’s voice stopped her. “Now, go sit on the floor by the loveseat, and I’ll bring your breakfast.” She turned to look at him, his back was still to her, but she could see his unsmiling face in the mirror. She shook her head and turned to follow his instruction.

Grateful that she no longer had to sit on the plug, Michelle situated herself in the least irritating way possible on the carpet. The carpet fibers scraped the sore spots and burned the welts on he bottom. Setting her plate on the ottoman in front of her, Mark knelt behind her, smelling her hair, kissing her neck and shoulder. He paused briefly, then kissed her back, and the backs of her arms. “Interesting,” he said finally. He rose and moved to the chair to have his breakfast.

They ate quietly for several minutes until Mark broke the silence. “I see you decided to sleep in. Nice dream?”

“I don’t remember it.” Michelle answered between bites, surprised at how hungry she was. “30 minutes isn’t enough to close your eyes good, let alone dream.”

“I was gone for an hour.” Mark said significantly.

His tone caught Michelle’s attention, and she looked at him for several seconds, feeling that she was missing something important. “What are you gonna do to me today?”, she asked?

Mark smiled. “Let you please me,” he answered.

They finished breakfast in silence. When Mark took their empty plates, Michelle stood to stretch her legs. “Wow,” Mark said. “You’re either very forgetful or very tough.”

“What?” Michelle asked, rotating her aching shoulders.

“After yesterday, you know nothing about obedience…” he turned back to face her. “…or you just don’t care.” Michelle paused in her movements, looking at him curiously. Understanding slowly dawned on her. “Sit.”

Michelle slowly lowered herself to the floor, amazed at her faux pas, and annoyed by the sudden wetness triggered by his tone. Mark handed her a small glass of orange juice, and a cup of coffee. “Drink all the juice first,” he said, taking his seat. “You’ll need the energy.” Sipping her coffee, Michelle got a sense that Mark was waiting for something. Halfway through her coffee, a knock at the door confirmed it. Hiding herself between the ottoman and loveseat, she watched as he opened the door to an older man, and a very young woman. The young woman immediately went to the shower and set up what Michelle saw to be a portable massage table. She watched her lay several things on the bench and then stand at attention beside the table. She smiled to herself…a massage would be very nice.

“Michelle, come here please.”

Michelle was surprised to hear Mark calling her, and shocked to hear him doing it while the strange man was still in the room. “Um…Mark…” she said, “…I’m kind of indisposed, remember?” She tried to make herself smaller.

“I am fully aware that you are naked.” Michelle’s eyes went wide. He actually wanted her to walk naked across the room in the presence of strangers. “Michelle. Come. Here. Please.” She looked down at the welts and bruises on her body, the lesson in obedience again fresh in her mind. She took a deep breath and chose not to make him ask again. As she stood up, the warmth of the blush rose from her toes to the roots of her hair. Head held high, she concentrated on Mark’s eyes as she walked to stand beside him. “This is Nelson.” Mark said. The older man bowed elegantly from the waist, hands behind his back. Michelle caught a glimpse of the triskellion pin on his shirt collar. She relaxed somewhat. “Michelle, please turn around slowly so Nelson can see all of you.” Embarrassment burning in the pit of her stomach, Michelle did as she was told; understanding that she would not stop until Mark told her to stop.

“Your lady is quite lovely,” Nelson said. “And your work is most excellent. May I?”

“Of course.” Mark said. Shocked, tears sprang to Michelle’s eyes as she anticipated the stranger’s touch. “Michelle, stop turning and face our guest.” Turning to face the smiling stranger, Michelle couldn’t stop the tears from spilling down her cheeks.

“I believe your lady is frightened,” Nelson said. “Allow me to soothe her fears.”

“One moment.” Mark said. He turned her to face him. She was trembling. “Relax.” He said in the voice that melted her. “You trust me, right?” She nodded. He slid his hand into the embarrassing moisture between her legs and smiled. “I will be very…very pleased if you do everything our guest says, ok?” Choking back a sob, Michelle nodded again. Mark turned her to face the stranger.

“Please answer honestly, Madam. Are you here of your own free will?” Michelle glanced at Mark before nodding her head. “Honestly again please, Madam. beşiktaş escort Do you feel you are in danger of any real harm?” Michelle shook her head. “Thank you, Madam.” Nelson bowed to her again. He turned to Mark. “My work here is done, Sir. Constance will attend to her needs. Enjoy your stay.”

Watching the stranger leave, Michelle felt fear and embarrassment turn to anger. She stared at Mark, then lashed out to slap his smirking face. He caught her wrist, and before she could raise her other hand, he pulled her into a fierce kiss. She struggled against him, pushing and sobbing, then yielding and finally melting into his embrace. “You son of a–” she gasped. Fighting for breath between sobs and hungry kisses. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”

Holding her tightly to him, he moved until her torn back was pressed against the cool surface of the mirrored door. “Shut up.”, he growled, kicking her legs apart. She continued to struggle against him while still yielding to his kisses. She felt his hand roughly between her legs, fingers moving inside her dripping opening, his palm grinding against her swollen aching clitoris. “You loved it!” He thrust roughly. “Tell me you loved it!” Uncontrollably, she shuddered on his hand.

“Noooo…” she whined, gasping, hating herself for her growing need. “…nooo….I hated it….”

He thrust again. “Tell! Me! You! Loved! It!” He thrust harder on each word, feeling her trembling, riding on his invading hand. “Tell me!”

“Y…y…yes….” she sobbed finally, as the mounting pressure threatened to overwhelm her. “Yeeees….”

Mark relaxed his grip slightly, slowing the motion of his hand. “And you loved pleasing me, didn’t you.”

“Yes,” she confessed breathlessly, still moving on his hand, praying for release.

“And you’re dying for me to fuck you right now, aren’t you.”

“Yes…” she sobbed quietly. “Yes…please, Mark…yes.”

“Not now”, he whispered, kissing her softly. “Not now. You still have too much to learn.” Mark backed away from her.

Michelle slid to the floor sobbing, aching, empty, hating the confession she’d just made, and hating herself because it was true.

———————————————————

“Lift your hair, please.” Michelle lifted her hair at the back of her head as Mark stood behind her, buckling the collar snuggly around her neck. “I’d actually planned to return this, but it appears you need it.” He turned her to face him, adjusting the collar so the rings were in on the front back and sides of her neck. He licked his thumb and wiped the dried tear streaks on her cheeks. “You’ve had trouble with obedience this morning. I hate having to give you an instruction twice.” He kissed her lips. “This will keep you focused, I think. Comfy?” Michelle nodded. “Good, let’s practice, shall we?” Michelle recognized from his tone that there would be an unpleasant twist to this practice, but she nodded anyway. “First, turn to Constance and acknowledge her by nodding.”

Shocked, Michelle instinctively tried to cover her nakedness, even as she turned her head to obey. In her distress, she’d forgotten that there was yet another person in the room. She turned back to Mark. “Not bad,” he said. “You took an unexpected liberty, but you’re still learning. I’ll be more specific this time. Keeping your hands at your sides, walk over to the shower, and apologize to Constance for keeping her waiting. Tell her that you’ll be ready shortly, and then come back here to me.”

Michelle walked over to the shower door, fighting the rising blush. Seeing herself reflected a thousand times in the mirrored walls heightened her sense of vulnerability. Constance is probably all of 23 Michelle thought, speaking as she was instructed. The petite woman was clothed from neck to ankle in white spandex, every muscle and curve showing through the tightly stretched fabric. I hate her, Michelle thought as she walked back to where her husband was standing. The thought of the fully clothed much younger woman only increased her feeling of nakedness and imperfection. Mark was smiling as she faced him.

“Good,” he said. “Now, I want you to go and clear the cups from the ottoman, placing them in the sink. Then get the butt plug from the bed…” Michelle winced at the words; “…and the cock I fucked you with last night…” she started to cover her ears, but thought better of it; “…clean them thoroughly and leave them on the counter to dry. You will complete these tasks and be standing in front of me in five minutes.” She watched him pour himself another cup of coffee, then sit in the chair to watch.

Willing herself to not be embarrassed, Michelle moved quickly to complete her assignment. Having no watch, she had no way of knowing when 5 minutes had passed, so she just worked as fast as she could. “Four and a half minutes,” Mark said smiling up at her. “Very good. This one might be a little more difficult. Look over at Constance etiler escort and wave.” Michelle did, the young woman nodded. “Now,” Mark said, “Take your right hand and rub your pussy slowly.” Michelle looked at her husband in shock. She glanced at the young woman watching impassively, and then looked back at Mark, her eyes pleading. “Take…your…right…hand…” he said again slowly, “…and…rub…your…pussy. For me.”

Michelle stared at him, but didn’t move. First she heard the buzz, and then she felt the tingle. Her hand immediately flew to the collar at her neck. The collar buzzed again, and she got a light shock. Mark reached up and firmly pulled her hand away. She stared at eh tiny black box in his hand. “That was levels 1 and 2. Touch it again, to feel level 3. Now…don’t make me request a 3rd time.” Trembling with barely hidden anger, Michelle slowly moved her hand her clean shaven mound. “Spread your legs, so I can see. Wider. Bend your knees, so you won’t fall.” Michelle complied, willing her embarrassment into rage, she stared into his eyes, refusing to let her body respond. “Very good, Milady. Back and forth. Now take your left hand and spread your pussy lips for me.” She bristled at the words, received another light shock when she hesitated. She finally dropped her gaze when she felt moisture growing around her moving fingers.

“Now squeeze your clit for me. Harder. I said harder! Just like that….now stroke it.” She didn’t know if her whimper was from the pain of her sore clitoris, or the level 3 shock. “Now…take your left hand and slide 2 fingers in and out of your cunt.” She did so without any further prompting. “See how happy you’re making me.” Michelle glanced at the bulge in his pants, and quickly closed her eyes, fighting against the pleasure that was mounting inside her. She heard him shift in the chair, and then felt his fingers enter her, moving in time with her own.

“Now,” Mark said, “I want you to look at Constance, and take your dripping fingers out of your cunt and put them into your mouth and lick them 5 times, and then slide them back into your cunt and continue to fuck yourself.”

“Maaark…nooo….” The level 3 shock made her whimper again, and level 4 make her flinch.

“I am very happy when you obey,” Mark said standing. “but you are going to be punished for each time I press this button.” Level 5 made her cry out. “That was not the highest setting.” He walked around behind her, and slid an arm around her waist. Again she felt his fingers moving between her legs. “Don’t make me ask again.” he whispered.

All thoughts of her own pleasure gone, Michelle turned her head to face the young woman. Fighting the tears that burned in her eyes. “Don’t close your eyes,” Mark whispered. “Excellent…Milady. You lick and suck so well. Now…that’s it…back to your cunt.” Ignoring the tears that spilled down her cheeks, Michelle laid her head back on Marks chest to once again pleasure herself. “I bet she knows what I’m doing now,” Mark said kissing her ear. Michelle gasped when he began thrusting his dripping fingers in and out of her still stretched rectum; hating that she was learning to love it. “You love this, don’t you? Me finger fucking your ass.” Again, she flinched at his choice of words. Even as her mind rebelled at the thought of such a violation, she rolled her hips against his hand, trembling as the orgasm approached.

“No,” Mark said, abruptly withdrawing his fingers. “You don’t get to come yet. Stop now.” In her mind, Michelle wanted to obey, but she was so close. The moan in her throat turned to a cry at the shock. “If I have to keep repeating instructions, things are going to get extremely uncomfortable for you.” Her hand instinctively went to the collar when she heard the buzzer. She was relieved when no shock came. “So you are learning…good.” He kissed her trembling shoulders. “Go get a drink, then go let Constance take care of you. Do exactly what she says.”

——————————————————–

“You’re what…23, 24?” Michelle asked. She stood in the doorway of the shower, her arms and legs crossed to hide her nudity. She walked slowly to the wide massage table, acutely aware that she would not be covered when the woman began touching her.

“I’m 31. On your stomach first, please.”

In spite of her soreness on every part of her body, Michelle was looking very forward to this massage. Her arm and leg muscles still ached from stretching, and some of the welts still stung, and every inch of her skin still tingled from last nights torture. “What time is it?” she asked. She had no idea how long she’d been in the game. It started sometime the day before, but with no clocks or media available, no outside light penetrating the windowless room, and no idea how long she’d slept, Michelle was becoming disoriented.

“Your master will tell you if he wishes for you to know.”

Ok…obviously not a ‘traditional’ masseuse, Michelle thought. She winced as Constance dabbed a foul smelling ointment on her back. The initial burn, quickly turned to warmth, and then nothing. She found herself sighing with relief as she realized all of the still stinging welts would be treated. She experienced brief discomfort as the woman treated her buttocks, and when she applied the ointment to her rectum, she couldn’t help but move.

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I arrive at Gillian’s door at 2pm, an hour earlier than what I promised, deviant excitement got the better of me.

It’s a stormy day outside, the light in the hallway flickers off and on in sync with the wind.

I almost knock on the door before deciding to try the handle first, the door opens up.

A half-eaten bowl of cereal sits on the coffee table. Smell of cheap perfume, shampoo and cigarettes wafts through the apartment.

“Gillian?”

No answer. I make my way up the hall, the faint sound of rap music comes out from behind Ashleigh’s room door. I give the door a light push, it opens up. Ashleigh lays on her bed wearing a pair of headphones, a burned out joint sits in her ashtray.

She’s wearing a bargain basement pink velour tracksuit as pyjamas for lazing around the house, top unzipped enough to see she isn’t wearing a t shirt, her freckled chest skin on display. Matching pink ankle socks.

I lean over her, taking in the scent of her coconut lotion as I pick the joint out of the ashtray. I take out my lighter and spark up the joint, loud enough to make Ashleigh stir in her nap.

I blow the smoke onto Ashleigh’s peaceful sleeping face. Her full lips shiny and slick with watermelon lip gloss just begging to be sucked, licked and bitten. Thoughts of fucking her the way I fucked her mother are filling up my mind in a series of sick animalistic moving images. I take another quick draw of the joint.

I clear my throat impatiently, Ashleigh jolts awake, takes her a second to realize I’m looming over her;

“What the fuck!?”

“Your Mom invited me over.”

There’s a submissive worried glint in her eye that makes my cock twitch.

“Get the fuck out of my room.”

I lick my lips savoring her joint. “I helped myself, I hope you don’t mind?”

“Get the fuck out of my room. Please.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Are you fucking kidding me!?”

“I was wondering if you were looking to make some money?”

She pauses.

“Working where?”

“You’d be taksim escort working from home.”

She flinches nervously as I reach into the pocket of my lucky jacket and take out my wallet. I take out a fifty.

“What would- doing what?”

“You could start by taking off your clothes.”

I drop the fifty on to her exposed chest and take out another two notes from my wallet.

“I have a boyfriend.”

“He doesn’t have to know.”

I reach out and tug down on the zip of her top. Her purple bra, milky freckled ribs and smooth belly revealed to me.

She sits frozen, not sure of what she should do. I grab the waist line of her trousers and tug them down to her knees.

“Wait-“

“Fucking relax.” I hiss, my prick is now doing the thinking for my hands as I grab and grip her purple floral print thong. My calloused right hand squeezing and applying pressure to her soft sensitive young mound of cunt.

She grabs my wrist, it’s futile though, she’s enjoying the combination of pleasure and pain. She gasps as I push my thumb down on her clit hard making little circles, her grip on my wrist lessens. Her breathing quickens. She’s almost gasping. Her eyes clenched shut.

“How long have you been with your boyfriend?”

She lets out a light moan as I apply more pressure, squeezing and pulling on her soft sensitive skin.

“Answer me slut.”

“A- a year.”

The answer makes blood rush through me. I grab her hips and flip her onto her stomach. I tear her thong off of her body snapping the cheap fabric. She tries to cover her cunt with her left hand out of shyness. I pull her hand away and push my mouth against the perfect slit, my stubble jags the peach eighteen year old skin as I slither my tongue against her lips and clit with force.

She tastes sweet, her pussy is already moist for me. I suck the skin of her pussy lips hard, caressing her flesh with my teeth and stubble. I spit on it before sliding my thumb inside of her, warm, wet cunt topkapı escort walls contracting around and squeezing down.

“Fuck.” She says between gasps.

I pull my thumb out of her and suck on it, tasting her young nubile juices.

I unbuckle and remove my belt, zip pulled down, unbuttoned, jeans are around my thighs as I rub my prick against her immaculate lips.

I stand up off of the bed and walk around to her face. I grab her long silky smooth hair and tug her head towards my hanging semi erect cock. Her eyes widen at the sight of it. I take a hold of the base and slap it against her face repeatedly.

“Suck it.”

She opens her lips with nervous anticipation. I push my 52 year old dick inside her mouth. Her tongue ring moves around the thick hardening meat quick. She winces at the taste of her Mother still not washed off from yesterday.

“That’s it slut.” I growl as I pull out and push back in, slowly fucking her face with the length of my cock.

“That taste is your Mom.”

She attempts to spit out the cock but I grab a hold of her ears and hold her head in place as she gags and salivates all over me.

“Fucking cunt.” The words spill out of me involuntarily as I get lost in the sensations of her mouth.

“Look at me.”

She obliges, opening her big beautiful bright watering eyes. Tears welling up as I massage the back of her throat with the tip of my now hard cock. I release my grip on her head and let her regain her breath.

Streams of spit hang off of her chin as she snorts through her nose for dear life. I jerk off in front of her face caressing my thick turgid prick centimeters away from her spit and cum covered mouth.

I grab her head and push myself back inside, she chokes on me as I thrust my hips fucking her mouth just as hard as I fucked her Mom’s asshole last night.

“Do you want fucked like your Mom?” I ask her lost in the sexual high of her tongue, cheeks and lips.

I pull out of her face so she can beyoglu escort answer. Hyperventilating for air for a minute before she is able to answer;

“I don’t know.” She answers shy and nervous.

I turn her away from me and push her down onto her belly on the bed. She grips her quilt as I push my pulsing hard as stone prick against her virginal sphincter. She panics instantly, I put my hand over her mouth and drop my weight on top of her, forcing my Cialis prick into her shitpipe. She’s so tight it almost hurts as my flesh scrapes around hers and her asshole milks me, tensed up. She lets out a muffled scream into my hand as I pop her cherry.

“Fuck yes. This is what your Mom likes bitch.” I hiss into her ear as I pump back and forward savoring the feeling of this eighteen year old asshole jerking me off.

Her hands grip the quilt with white knuckles as my pace quickens, sliding in and out of her faster and harder. She bites my palm as she screams and cries into my hand.

I use my free hand to grab a hold of her tight wet cunt slit.

The front door unlocks and Gillian comes home. I’m too lost in the pleasure of her daughter’s asshole to care. Ashleigh begins to buck against me in a futile attempt to get me off of her instead only pushing me further inside her ass to unchartered territory.

Gillian’s footsteps grow closer to the bedroom door, I aim Ashleigh’s head towards the door as it opens and Gillian steps in.

Gillian stops in her tracks, wide eyed and frozen. My hand covered in snot, tears and spit covering her daughter’s mouth as I sodomize her.

“She’s helping you pay the rent.” I snarl at Gillian between deep breaths.

Gillian steps out of the room. I quicken my pace, I can’t hold it in anymore, I begin shooting streams of thick gooey warm cum inside her. I let out a euphoric moan into Ashleigh’s ear and pull out of her ass. I stand up off of the bed.

Ashleigh lays there, freshly fucked, ravaged, bare ass exposed leaking with cum.

I light up her joint and take a few draws.

“Run yourself a bath, shit out all that cum, I’m going to keep your Mom company.”

Ashleigh, mortified has nothing to say. She pulls up her tracksuit bottoms.

I step out of the room, Gillian stands there with her hand over her mouth.

I reach out and grab a fistful of Gillian’s hair. “Now it’s your turn.”

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College Baby-

I felt the cool water envelope my body as I dove into the pool. The water felt so good after the workout I had just completed at the gym. It was my routine, every morning at six, workout, swim, shower, and then head to my class. Such was the schedule of this college girl.

I went under the water and just enjoyed the weightless feeling I always loved. Two, then three, and soon I had made twenty laps. I heard the whistle and glanced up at the life guard. I always enjoyed looking at him; he had such a sexy body. He was around six foot with dark hair and gorgeous brown eyes that could make a girl dream about him.

“Just thought I would let you know it’s 7:15, I know you always leave around then for your classes.”

He smiled down at me from that chair thing and I felt a little tingle of excitement course through me before I made myself calm down.

“Thanks, I really appreciate it. I didn’t even notice.”

I smiled at him and swam to the ladder. As I climbed out I was embarrassed to find that my nipples were showing through the thin padding on my bathing suit. I usually didn’t wear this one because of that but I had been in such a rush this morning. I wrapped the towel around me quickly, glancing over at the lifeguard who was the only other person in here this early. He hadn’t seemed to notice.

I waved as I walked out the door and he caught my eye. He nodded back. It must be so boring sitting there with nothing to do all morning. I guess it is a job though. I walked through the doors to the ladies locker room and grabbed my bag from the shelf. I always took my showers here after swimming to save the ten minutes it would take to walk back to the dorm.

I choose the biggest shower stall that had a new shower head. It was really made for the physical therapy part of this gym, for someone in a wheel chair. Yet no one had ever said anything to me about using this one.

It was my favorite because it was so large and roomy. MUCH better than the little community showers in my dorms. I hummed a little tune as I laid out my dry clothes on a little chair right the shower. I always stepped in and closed the curtains before pulling off my bathing suit. Always worrying about someone seeing me. I hung it on the peg outside on the wall and let the warm water cascade over me. I let out a heavy sigh. It felt so good.

I grabbed my shampoo and lathered up my long brown hair keeping my eyes closed to avoid the soap. I rinsed it off and applied conditioner and while I let it stay in my hair for a bit I lathered up my sponge and started to wash my body. I wasn’t a very big person, just a little under 5’3. I am very petite and with the exercise and lifestyle I have I am in good shape. I was washing my thigh when I started to get a little worked up. Something that happened often lately. Being a single gal is hard. Plus this shower time was about the only privacy I could find.

I let the water run over my back while I used the sponge to wash my inner thighs, belly, and breasts. Moaning a little as it felt so good. I sat the sponge down and caressed my breast pinching my nipples just a little. Then I slid my hand down my stomach and touched my hot wet pussy. I loved how soft the pubic hair was, it was newly grown hair since I had only just decided to stop shaving since I didn’t really have anyone to please by it. I felt how soft fatih escort my clit was and just fascinated myself by rubbing all over my pussy and playing with my nipple with my other hand. I was really getting carried away now. My sexual pleasure overcoming the little fear I had of another girl coming in.

Oh it was so good. I rubbed faster with my fingers, occasionally sliding one or two into me. It felt SO good. Oh, just so good. I was so carried away this morning and I knew why, him. This happened sometimes after seeing that wonderfully delicious lifeguard. I always found myself wondering how his dick would feel inside me. What his cum would taste like. How much pleasure his wonderful body could give to me.

I tried to scream as I felt the shower curtain open but a hand covered my mouth and shoved me to the wall, the water running over both of us.

I was restrained well with his powerful body. “I could help you with that you know.” He whispered in a gruff voice. Those dark eyes I had so often admired lustfully took in my breasts which were heaving. I shook my head no automatically but, somewhere inside me, that animalistic urge was fighting its way out. Almost ready to beg to be fulfilled.

“I could fuck you like you need to be fuck.” He pressed his huge member against my stomach and I almost melted from wanting it so badly. I knew my eyes got big. “You can’t just come bouncing in here, wiggling that fine ass around and not expect to get something.” I almost shook my head no again, almost started to struggle as I realized what was happening, almost. But then I realized I wanted it. So badly, my pussy was leaking already at just the thought, I could feel it running down my leg.

Lifeguard-

Really things probably wouldn’t be so bad if my lifeguard shift was not in the morning when I always woke up so hard and horny. Just can’t help it I was 22 and just hadn’t had nearly enough sex I suppose. so this day when I talked to her just a lil and as she headed off to the shower with a smile and those knobby nipples I worked up the courage to try and spy on her. I had thought about it for weeks and worked it all out. i knew no one EVER came in this early and with the way the locker room was set up I could easily run out and be at the mutual exit for male and female and have plausible deniability. Besides if all else failed I could say I thought she had already left or hide in a stall. I had already made a dry run once before and was pretty confident I could do it. She was in that handicapped stall with the shower curtain that was just a wee bit to small cuz it was so large but no one cared cuz it was the last one. And well I don’t know if she had some what the same idea that I had about being alone cuz I could hear her moaning and i knew what that meant. the freak only came out when no one else was around…. I love to see a chick finger fuck her own pussy and to see her do it all on her own thinking no one could see was a major turn on. It wouldn’t be like porn where a person is acting it would be all raw and natural.

Ooo yes it was good, what I knew was she had a tight lil pussy from her petite frame and a nice round ass to top it all off. Always a bonus since some small girls are kinda flat. And… o o wait o yea baby she was seriously grabbing her tits!!!! O god I knew it, I just knew it, çapa escort she is a freak. No just trying to get off, but loving it, exploring it, yes, she would defiantly be a good fuck for sure. O god, I was so hard cum dripping down my leg it had been so long and I was so tired of not getting any, feeling like life was passing me by and hearing every one else’s wild stories. I don’t know what it was that took over. kinda scared myself for a few moments and before I knew it, I was in the shower with her with my hand over her mouth pressing my hard cock against her almost menacingly like a criminal with a gun to her back threatening her to do what I say. I have never been violent but I almost felt as though i could rape her and I don’t know maybe I would, I was starting to panic now I had pounced on my prey but was not ready for the kill, this could be bad so so very bad I have no excuse now, o god, o god I’m going to jail. But then i felt her body change. And in that instant in that cosmic lustful connection that connects opposite sexes I sense that she liked it. She was scared but not going to scream. Here was my chance I had to make her like it or it was my life for sure. “I could help you with that you know”, I said.” I could fuck you like you need to be fucked” I said to her as she turned around and I pressed my still hard dick still so menacingly against her belly. This time threatening her daring her as to say best be sure you want to fuck this cuz you don’t know what you’re getting into you innocent lil girl….

-College baby-

That’s when I just gave into the wanton desire in me. I nodded and he let go of my mouth and pushed down on my shoulders. I sank to my knees willingly and took his thick cock in my mouth sucking on just the head. I gave myself into this completely as he tangled his fingers in my wet hair. I could feel the hot spray from the water hit my face and body as it bounced off of him and onto me. I worked like this for awhile, on my hands and knees sucking his cock head like a little whore. I was feeling like one for sure.

That’s when I could tell I was worked up enough and swallowed his cock up to the base. I’m heard him gasp and mutter something as he braced himself against the wall. I slid his dick in and out of my wet mouth using my tongue on the bottom of his shaft. I could feel him inside my throat touching my tonsils, he was just so big. The thought made me even wetter.

I didn’t resist as he started to fuck my face. Holding onto my hair just above my ears on both sides. He leaned his head against the wall to brace and watched himself move in and out of my mouth. I put on the best show possible purposely letting spit slide down my chin. He paused, and then pulled himself out of my mouth. I was so disappointed until I realized what was coming next. He pulled on my hair and I took it as my queue to stand up.

He lifted me up and shoved me against the wall to brace us both. He held me there and I felt him guiding his cock to my pussy. He slowly rubbed around the outside on my thighs and the edges of my pussy lips driving me insane with lust. “You want this bad don’t you? You want my dick in you?” I nodded ready to beg if I had to. “Good.” With that he shoved himself inside me with one thrust. My body stretched around him and it felt SO amazing. I was so wet. He groaned as he slide güngören escort inside me. I thanked god I was on the pill because there was no condom. It felt so right being so full. Never had I been so filled up with cock before.

He started to fuck me hard right away. We both knew I was ready for it. With one arm around me he used the other free hand to squeeze my tit roughly. It felt so good and I started to buck against him making his dick go in harder and further.

“Oooo…..oh….shit…yes, fuck me hard….oh yes” I heard myself say in-between the poundings. I loved the way I could feel the hot steamy water on us and his hand on my breasts. He fucked me hard and I felt my boobs jiggling from the pounding.

I felt him slip out and heard him gruffly tell me turn around. I did so on shaky legs. “Bend over.” He told me and I put my hands on the floor in front of me with my ass in the air. He grabbed my waist and wasted no time stuffing is dick back into my waiting pussy. He started the rhythm and I felt his balls slapping me and then one of his hands grabbed my breasts again and the other reached around and rubbed my clit sending me over an edge and making me moan. I felt an orgasm coming and I felt his cock pulse and knew his was close too. I felt my orgasm explode through me and I cried out. He was still fucking me and the pleasure was unbearable. I felt my pussy tighten around him and that took him over the edge and I felt his cum shoot out inside me. He was still going hard and fast.

I heard him breathing heavy and he grabbed my hair pulling my head up and pushing my body against the tile wall still fucking me as hard as possible. The small stone tiles felt hard against my body but only added to the excitement. It felt so amazing and I was disappointed when he stopped. I felt him slip out of me and heard the curtain open. I thought he was leaving which made my heart sink being used like that but I felt a tug on my elbow and saw that he wanted me to sit in the chair. I did so and he sank to his knees with his face in front of my pussy. He leaned in with no mercy and licked and suck my pussy cleaning up the mix of his cum and mine and in the process giving me another orgasm.

I was in a daze as he slowly towel dried and trailed kisses all over my body. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. He had just fucked me so rough and hard and now he was treating me like a princess. He had slipped on his red trunks and then helped me get dressed. Handing me different items and sucking my nipples before fastening my bra.

Finally he tilted my head back and kissed me. Deeply, soundly, oh so passionately. I gazed into his eyes and saw a spark there. One that gave me hope this wasn’t just something he did with all the girls that swam here.

“See you tomorrow Brittney.” I was shocked to find out he knew my name and he smiled in such a way I knew I wasn’t going to have to be pleasuring myself anymore. And then he tucked a curl behind my ear and started to walk out the door.

“Wait…what’s your name?” He looked down for a moment before pinning me with his dark gaze.

“Come back in the morning and I’ll tell you.” With that he walked out the door. I knew then that I would be coming to the gym every morning now for sure.

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Hi all, my husband and I have just started writing these stories and we would love any helpful feedback. What did you like? WHat did you not? Anything and everything. My husband may finish his part, the lifeguard, sometime later but as this is only our second story I just wanted to get it posted and figure out if we are even headed in the right way with this. Thanks so much!! L&B

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The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

When the phrases “work husband” and “work wife” become literal.

Tags: OnTheJob, Ass to Mouth, Cum Swallowing, Cunnilingus, Fingering, High Heels, Office, Office Sex, Straight Sex, Workplace

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Announcement

The young man approached the knot of a half dozen of his coworkers standing in the wide hallway that ran along the windows. Laughter radiated from the scrum as a couple of heads turned at his approach, one of the smiling faces mouthed a ‘hi.’ He bent his right elbow in a quick wave. Bodies shuffled to allow him into the roughly circular shape. He looked slightly down and left, as the young woman’s upturned, smiling face returned the gaze. Her loose, near-black hair shook slightly as it fell over her shoulders and upper back. He sidled slightly closer as the circle reformed.

“So, Sajini,” the young man said to her, “is it true you’re leaving us?”

She did a quick shrug before the fingers of her left hand landed lightly on the flesh of his left arm bared by the short sleeve shirt. She twisted slightly so her arm and hand were hidden from the others. Her fingers maintained their touch.

“Yeah, Luke, going for the big bucks on Wall Street.”

“I hear they also like big hours,” Luke said. A couple of onlookers responded with hums and head nods.

“Neighbor of mine burned out, barely a year down there,” a pudgy man with a blond buzz cut said, “became a park ranger.”

“You’d look good as a park ranger, Sajini,” a curvy brunette said.

The svelte target of the comment laughed and spoke in a droll tone. “Park ranger, yeah, Lori. Nah. I’d just move to Nevada and get a job in a brothel. Lotsa people like us exotic types, although might need a boob job. Plenty of time in bed then.”

She grinned. A couple of the onlookers offered embarrassed laughter. The brunette put her hand in front of her slightly open mouth. Luke shifted and laid his left arm across Sajini’s shoulders and she slid her right arm around his waist.

“You could also be their aerobics teacher,” he said.

“Get ’em sweaty, and then get ’em really sweaty,” she said and gave him a quick squeeze. With a quick glance at each other they separated as the others shook their heads and a couple huffed.

Luke looked quickly at his watch. “Oh, damn. Gotta run. Guess we are at work here.”

“Meeting?” Sajini asked.

“Thirty minutes, maybe bit more. At least, so long as no one decides to ask why the Company decided that the policy is whatever they’ve decided it is.”

“Cool,” eyes with deep brown irises locked his for a moment, “we’re going to do some brunch, cake, all that. In Banshee in a bit. Lori won’t tell me what all we’ll have.”

“Yeah,” the brunette said, “gotta go set up in a bit.”

“I will definitely be there,” Luke said as he looked across the others before again pausing on Sajini, “I’ll deserve a reward after this meeting.”

“I think that can be arranged,” Sajini said.

Luke gave another half wave and as he turned and winked at Sajini with the eye that was out of sight of all but his svelte target. She smiled and nodded. A couple of ‘see yas’ were acknowledged with another quick half wave.

Banshee

“Hey, Luke,” Lori said as they met in the hallway, “have fun in the meeting?”

He laughed and shook his head to her grin. “I think you know the answer.”

The brunette bent her arm and gestured over her right shoulder and maintained her grin. “Your work wife’s in there. You two gonna miss each other. But you’re a good actor.”

“Oh?”

“She wouldn’t of done this without talking to you about it.”

Luke shrugged. “Yeah. But the work’ll fit her interests better, be happier with it.”

“I, huh, can think of something that’d keep her hap…,” Lori’s voice trailed off, “ah, never mind. I need to run to my office. Grab something to eat. Folks be here soon.”

“Thanks, Lori,” Luke said as the brunette nodded and she walked past him. He took a few steps and stopped as he faced inside the large conference room.

“That’s an impressive view,” he said slowly, “reminds me of a certain evening in an aerobics room.”

Sajini wiggled her hips as she rummaged in a bag set on the floor in a far corner of the room. To Luke’s right was a table with a selection of sweet and savory munchies. A small desk in that far corner held a variety of two liter soft drink bottles, plastic cups, and an ice bucket. Like most furniture in the nearest offices, the chairs one would expect around such a table were absent.

“You ran away that evening.”

But Luke’s attention had rapidly dismissed all of that. fındıkzade escort Legs that stood in black pumps with very high stiletto heels. The first aspect made them unusual around a site almost exclusively devoted to computer hardware and software development. The latter made them a rarity beyond rarities. Bent at the waist, her short dress, another bonafide rarity by anyone who normally occupied these buildings, had been pulled high enough to fully expose the taut muscles in her toned legs and the lower swells of her buttocks. All of that firm flesh wrapped in thin, black nylon.

“You ran away. I was still on the gym circuit after your class finished.”

She sidled her legs slightly wider and twisted her neck to look at him. “Gonna run away this time?”

He glanced along the hallway, saw no one. Let out a hum as he strode into the room and walked toward Sajini. She watched him but held her position and wiggled her hips. He put his hands on her hips just above the bottom hem of her dress and rubbed in slow circles as she hummed. His hands crossed in front of lower abs as she straightened and her hands landed on his forearms to pull them more tightly around her. She pressed her torso against his, he nuzzled in her hair with his nose.

“See Lori?” She asked.

“Off to her office.”

He hummed into her hair as she nudged his arms. He lifted them and she left out a slow sigh as he cupped her breasts, each just more than a handful. She pressed into his crotch with her ass and encouraged his hands to knead through dress and bra.

“Yeah. Phone call or something. Got a bit of time before we told people to come.”

He kissed at her neck. She guided his hands to loosen their grip, and spun. She put her arms around his neck.

“Not wearing lipstick,” she said in a mischievous purr.

He gripped her ass cheeks with both hands as their lips met. They started softly, lips barely parted. He pressed harder and she responded in kind, then upped the ante by opening her lips. His tongue was the first to run across the opposite set of lips and managed a full circuit before it felt hard pressure. It was pushed back before it responded in kind.

Luke’s hands kneaded buttocks before he pulled the dress up then returned to his ministrations against an ass covered by panty hose. His constrained erection was rubbed by her right thigh, that heel leaving the floor to allow her to apply the pressure.

He used a couple of fingers to flick at the waistband of her nylons. He broke the kiss but pulled back little more than a finger’s width.

“Every time I get a nice view of this,” he squeezed both ass cheeks and she rubbed an arc against his cock, “it’s covered.”

She let out a soft laugh. Then pushed her thigh hard against his trapped erection.

“Not all that keeps being covered,” she said and they kissed quickly, “but, okay. Go to the door. One of these things can be changed.”

They kissed again and separated. He walked quickly to the door and stood sideways. She faced him and twirled fingers to guide him to turn. He smiled and turned, watched the hallway.

“Anyone coming?”

“No.”

“Good.”

He heard activity, but resisted the urge to turn. Watched the empty hallway. He’d wondered why Lori or Sajini, or both, had chosen this conference room, at the end of a hallway of emptied offices, for this soirée. Tables, but the lack of chairs, meant it offered space to move with placement for goodies. And the nearby empty offices meant overflow without disturbance.

“Anyone now?”

“Nope.”

“Good. C’mon.”

He turned. She’d again adopted the position she’d had when he’d first arrived, standing in her heels and bent at the waist. Her dress again exposed the entirety of her taut legs and the lower halves of her buttocks. This time her legs were more widely spread.

And her panty hose were nowhere to be seen. The smooth, beige flesh of her ass and legs deepened into a slightly darker patch between those legs that came into clearer focus as Luke repeated his approach. She again shimmied her hips. His left hand braced against her left hip. His right hand nudged the dress higher before his palm and fingers rested against the curved flesh. She purred as he ran that hand into the cleft then down and rolled it so the tips of his index and middle fingers could trace a path.

She twitched when that path applied quick pressure against her rear entrance, but her hum wasn’t dismissive. He traversed the gap and felt the slightest bit of dampness as he found the edge of her slit. Her lips were small and tight, he pressed the top half of his index finger between them. Her ass and thighs rippled slightly before she pulled forward to leave his fingers in air, straightened and spun. Her arms went up again to wrap his neck and their lips met. This time without the initial softness, mouths wide and tongues employed immediately and intensely. He again pulled her dress up and this time aksaray escort his hands kneaded bare flesh as her thigh returned to its thrusts against the second item that’d been discussed but remained hidden.

Her tongue gave a hard thrust as her lips pressed as hard, then she shifted her kiss to his cheek and neck.

“Hey,” he said.

“Yeah?” She paused only long enough for the single syllable.

“When they coming?”

“Got some time yet,” she said, with lip nips between each word, before she nibbled on an earlobe.

“Good.”

She yelped as he snapped them apart before he grabbed her waist and lifted so her heels left the floor, making it easier to back her the two steps until her ass met the table. With a huff met by her laughter he guided her ass onto a swath of free space at the edge of the table. He released her waist and guided both thighs apart. After a moment, she outpaced his pressure and spread her legs to a bare fraction under a full one eighty as he pushed her dress up to expose a small triangle of closely cropped black pubic hair. She leaned back to rest on her left elbow and rolled her abs and raised her legs with her knees bent.

Luke dropped to his knees between those opened legs. Sajini’s right hand landed softly on the back of his head, but its pressure wasn’t needed to guide his head to its target. His left hand wrapped her left thigh and pulled her exposed crotch to the edge of the table.

She let out a slow, audible breath as he pushed the tip of his tongue between her thin vaginal lips at the bottom of her slit, which already glistened with her juices. Two fingers followed as his tongue pushed vertically and opened the lips to expose pink flesh. The muscles across her pubic region rippled as his tongue pushed deeper into her body at the halfway point. She pressed harder and twined fingers in the hair that fell slightly over his ears.

“Uh, ah, yeah,” she moaned as he buried his two longest fingers through her slit and arced them to wrap against the hard mound that matched the clit that his mouth sucked in at the same time.

Luke’s cheeks flexed as he sucked in as his lips pushed hard against her body. The tip of his tongue ran laps around the nub that’d expanded rapidly at the direct attention. Her breathing hardened as his fingers pushed in and out of her pussy. She bounced slightly as her buttocks flexed. She shifted her hand and caressed the back and sides of his neck and cheeks. Low huffs escaped from her mouth as her neck arced and her closed eyes faced the bland white tiles of the drop ceiling.

Soft sucking sounds continued as lips and tongue convinced the dark clit to respond by growing into a nub that rivaled the tip of her pinkie for size and far surpassed it for rigidity.

“What… are, uh, ah, doin’ to me,” she said in with staccato hoarseness, “fuck! Don sto…, ah, go. Go.”

Her body rippled as a third finger entered her, its path eased by natural lube, and joined the previous two in finger fucking their victim. She managed to pump her crotch but couldn’t match his rhythm as he tightened his grip to mostly hold her in place. She laughed slightly as her breathing kicked up another notch. She huffed when that third finger and its neighbor were both pulled from her body.

“Hey, uh, OH, OOOHHH,” she spat out when the freed fingers took advantage of the lube they’d gained and pushed without hesitation through her anal ring and were buried hard in sync with the single finger that’d remained in her other passage. They pressed against each through the separating membranes.

“Sicko,” she spat out but caressed his neck and pushed under the back of his shirt as she spoke, “knew it!”

He pumped his fingers slowly back and forth without fully withdrawing any from either passage. He alternated licks and sucks and continued to coax the clit to surpass each level of erection it managed. Her breathing sharpened and she ran perfectly trimmed, red painted nails across the flesh of his upper back and neck.

“SHIT!” She spat in a low, harsh tone as her eyes popped open. She grabbed his collar and held it to stop him in place, her clit sucked deep into his mouth, three fingers buried fully in her body.

In the silence they heard laughter. A woman’s tone, followed by a voice that matched, audible if the words not entirely clear. A deeper response. But for a moment the voices didn’t come closer.

“Shit. Fuck. Bloody hell, but, deal,” Sajini muttered before she urged Luke’s head back.

He gave her clit a last hard suck and lick, she shivered at it and moaned. She jerked when he pulled his fingers free from her doubly-penetrated orifices. She lowered her legs and bent at the waist and as he rose they met. She kissed him and licked at his lips and tongue. Then she grabbed his right hand and locked his eyes as she sucked each of his fingers into her mouth in turn. After the last she nudged him to stand.

“Pinkie’s a bit bland. Others taste eyüp escort fine. I really am nice and sweet.” She winked.

“Needed a bit more time.” Both laughed lightly, turned their heads as this time the voices did come closer.

“You owe me,” she said firmly.

He pulled her hand and she read him and he grunted as she pressed it against his still hidden cock, as erect as the clit had been.

“Not the only one owing.”

She let out a sigh, they again glanced as the voices drew nigh. “We’ll settle debts this afternoon.”

He nodded. “Got an idea.”

“Good. Now, get us some drinks.”

He laughed as he dipped and they kissed quickly. Then he straightened and walked around the table as she pushed her dress down to its maximum to cover the top third of her thighs as she crossed her left leg over her right and sat on the table.

“Hey,” Lori said as she hit the doorway and twisted her neck slightly toward the multiple people behind her, “told you they were already here.”

“Hi,” Sajini waved from where she sat on the table, viewed side on by those entering the room, “just give your drinks orders to the bartender.”

She flipped her wave to pop a thumb toward Luke.

“Just one thing,” he said, “I can make any drink you want, so long as you want it virgin.”

Lori locked eyes momentarily with Luke and raised her right eyebrow. His eyes widened a fraction, before he mouthed an ‘O’ and gave a tiny nod. She smiled and switched to her seated friend, who gave a quick nod and smile. The curvy brunette nodded back with her own smile. A half dozen others flowed into the room past the brunette and laughed as most headed towards Luke and the array of beverages.

Walk

Luke turned at the appearance of someone standing in the open doorway of his office. Sajini leaned against the door jamb and smiled and mouthed ‘hi.’ He smiled back and gestured with a finger to invite her in. He slid the headset’s right speaker to rest behind his ear and looked at the phone. Nodded.

“On mute, c’mon in,” he said with a tone that went from warm to frustrated, “almost over.”

She glanced both ways along the hall and stepped just inside the door. A small purse sat on her left hip, it’s long strap ran between her breasts and over her right shoulder. She grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it up to expose the triangle of pubic hair. She spoke in a low tone.

“Better be. Or I’m going to find someone else to take care of this for me.”

“Hold that position,” he said, then held up a finger. She smirked but kept her dress held up.

He tapped at the phone and spoke but kept his eyes on the young woman just inside his office. “That is too big a question to handle in the two minutes we have left. So. Just throwing this out. Let’s end on that, Ernie will send out the notes and we’ll pick it up over email.”

He hit the mute button and flicked the tip of his tongue up and down. Tilted his head as another attendee spoke.

“Okay. See ya all,” Luke said. He hit the disconnect button and pulled the headset off.

“That’s the second nicest view I’ve seen today,” he said in a low tone that required her to shuffle forward a step.

Sajini stuck her tongue out at him. But didn’t lower her dress and matched his tone. “Second?”

“Turn around and bend over. That one.”

She let the dress drop. “You are a sicko. Got another call?”

“Cleared my afternoon. You?”

“In anticipation of whatever plan you claimed to have, I’ve cleared mine as well.”

He pulled the center drawer of his desk slightly open and held up a key attached to a red ring. He stood.

“What’s that?” She asked as she looked quickly at the item in his hand.

“A key.”

“Yeah. Duh. What’s it to?”

“My plan. Not close. Over in 201. Mind bit of a walk?” He looked down at her shoes.

“I could outsprint you even in these. 201 isn’t all that empty. More than in this building.”

“Not where we’re going.”

He stopped and quickly bent his neck and she met him with a soft kiss that morphed into a harder connection as their mouths opened. Her left hand went to his crotch and she laughed through the kiss as her target rapidly hardened. He broke the kiss and with a hand on her waist spun her and she obeyed. He slid his hand down and under her dress and pushed against her bare ass.

“Go.”

She chuckled and stepped away. Her dress fell as she emerged into the hallway as he followed and pulled the door closed.

“So where is this secret hideout?” She said in just above a whisper as two coworkers turned the corner ahead of them and approached. Fortunately, one held a printout of some sort and both seemed engrossed. Everyone shifted and they offered excuses based on whatever the paper told them.

“Later.” Luke said and the two pairs passed. He glanced back then looked at Sajini. “It’s definitely secret. Worried about being there with me?”

“Maybe I should let Lori know where she’ll be able to collect your body.”

They turned right and walked through a short passage that connected the second floors of the two buildings and entered a long hallway. Short passages with offices ran from both sides. Occasional snatches of conversation or the odd bit of laughter could be heard.

“She was in on the little, uh, arrangement in Banshee this morning?”

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From Delivery to Bull

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or older. All consensual/non-consensual activity has been previously agreed between the parties, and fulfills specific fantasies of the participating characters.

Reader comments are treasured, coddled and fed candies before bed. Please send some comments here.

–/–

“Welcome to Display Your Best, the top-ranked mature audience participation show last week! We thank you, our loyal viewers, and our active sponsors, who make it possible for us to create DYB.” Clapping.

–/–

G. Csathy, it says on my name tag. “George.” Obviously, that is a false name, a stage name. Any resemblance to a real person is entirely coincidental. (OK, the lawyers make us say that last bit.)

I’m a sophomore at State, majoring in Forestry. I also compete on the junior varsity gymnastics team, focusing on the rings and horse events.

A few weeks ago, I was selected by the Transition Corporation to join a “high-touch” customer service project for one of its subsidiaries, Rainforest DSC. Transition Corporation is AI-run and it is seeking economic niches for humans in the post-AI world.

DYB is examining whether humans can generate economic value through amateur porn activity.

Another slightly more mainstream test concept is that some humans will strongly prefer to interact only with other humans. So much so, that they will be willing to pay a price premium for that added level of human customer service and satisfaction. That is the test I signed up for.

It was supposed to be a one-off gig, 6 hours max. I’m busy, right? School plus gymnastics. Plus, to be brutally honest, I was spending a huge amount of extracurricular time just nursing my prick with my right hand due to bad relationships with females. So, I don’t have a lot of time available to take on a new job, right?

Anyway, I was supposed to make a delivery to a random stranger and do my damnedest to make sure that the customer WAS satisfied. No matter what she wanted.

Who knew that what she wanted was so damned depraved? And I would end up testing the porno concept after all?

“Sure, sounds easy,” I said. “Sure, I’ll sign the contract,” I said.

Hah! Tell that to my butthole. Who knew that a vibrating Sybian up your asshole could cause hands-free cum harder than I ever came before? It wasn’t so surprising that it also caused bruises inside my ass.

Anyway, it’s true that those physical hurts are all healed up now. But, the mental impact just keeps on giving. These past couple weeks, I might be showering after a practice, and my mind just refocuses on how I could obtain the privilege to serve Meredith again, and how she might trigger yet another situation of deep fantasy for my previously unexplored bisexuality.

Or, I might be in between problems in the homework set, trying to decipher xylem for western Andes chincona trees (good for quinine, for example), and I just get drawn off into a fantasy about Laila and Michael and Liam, about bindings, control, and loss of control. And prostate-assisted orgasm.

Long story short, I am now sort of in thrall, mentally, to Meredith Sloan and the DYB team. It is getting to be a bit of an obsession.

Fortunately, the show sponsors thought I was doing well, I got good ratings from the viewers, and apparently I have a bit of a knack toward certain, well, sexual capabilities.

Anyway, my Rainforest-DSC contract was transferred and amended, and now, I am a performer/wrangler on Display Your Best, working on a probationary contract. For $8000! Per session! Fuck yeah!

–/–

An olive-skinned man, lunchtime, reacted to his phone alarm call.

The secure text was terse: “Reaffirm DYB terms and conditions Y/N”

“Y”

“Accept scene content: Primary Performer. Cuckold. Receive All Oral. Receive All Orifice and Multi Penetration. Deliver Oral All Contact. Co-Performer Known IRL Partner. Emotion. Restraint. Mild Pain. Y/N”

“Y”

“Complete preparations for series A6 scene. Transport provided in 90 minutes. Confirm when preparation complete.”

An hour and a half passed, preparations underway.

“Ready.”

–/–

The gymnast and DYB participant formerly known as G. Csathy received his secure text just after Post-Fire Ecology 212.

He was pushing a “B” in that class, so he attended the lecture in person. He wasn’t sure that in-person attendance made that much of a difference, but some recent articles in the school forum suggested that students might increase knowledge retention and analytical capacity by a small amount, maybe 5%.

He was also thinking about combining in-person attendance with sleep induction. But, some students had complained that the forced techniques used in sleep induction sometimes caused long-lasting nightmares. He was internally debating the relative merits of this option as he walked back to his dorm room.

The secure text app interrupted.

“Reaffirm DYB terms bağcılar escort and conditions. Y/N”

“What, now?” he said aloud.

Then he keyed “Y”

“Accept auto-generated scene content. Co-performer. Bull Roleplay. Level 2 MF Contact. Deliver All Orifice Penetration. Level 3 MMF contact. Y/N”

The twenty-year-old gymnast wrinkled his forehead, questioningly, “What does that mean? and then shrugged.

He keyed “Y”

“Complete preparations for series A6 scene.”

Dumfounded, he keyed “?”

“Remove body hair. Trim all nails. Enema + lube. Shower + approved body wash. Scent. Approved clothing.”

“Complete by 90 min. Transport provided.”

The young man grinned widely. He had a gig on DYB! Maybe $8000 for a few hours of time. And, maybe some fun coming for his prick.

He keyed “OK” and then started rushing toward his dorm.

The screen in his rapidly swinging palm showed briefly, “Confirm when preparation complete.” Then blanked.


He wondered at that last request. Transition Corporation may be slipping. Corporate maintenance staff had installed some unobtrusive video feeds throughout his small place, including the shower and sleeping area. They should be able to figure out when I am done, without me doing any kind of confirmation.

He wrinkled his forehead. Oh. Maybe it’s to check if I am mentally ready?

–/–

He had just finished dressing as if for a run – blue and green-striped tank top, thin blue athletic shorts, athletic supporter, athletic shoes – when the text alert sounded.

“Package”

He accepted the small vial from the drone. The Transition Corporation logo was stamped on it, along with his name. It contained a small blue pill. “Take entire dose at one time.” He mouthed it, swallowed, returned the vial to the drone.

He texted “Ready” to the DYB account.

He looked in the mirror. A blonde, well-appointed face returned his grin. His V-shape gymnast body strongly complemented his athletic gear. His legs and arms were swimmer-smooth, hairless. His other bits were smooth, too, but just not visible in the mirror.

Text “Multi-Trans unit 7384.” A map to the pickup point popped up. He bounced on tiptoe, then turned to go.

–/—

The Multi-Trans unit’s door rose as he approached closely. The interior was empty; his ride was going to start a new set of hop-on / hop-off journeys.

He daydreamed, looking out the window, as the transport picked up another student from the college, a man with long greasy hair. Then, an older woman with a folded shopping cart. They both departed at the Gottlieb’s grocery store. Three shoppers from Gottlieb’s entered, carrying deep, heavy shopping bags.

Idly, he wondered, Why do these people still bother to go to a store? Drones could deliver almost everything anyone could want. They must be a bit anachronistic. He mused, More and more people seemed to have that characteristic these days.

The transport entered a residential area, dropped the three shoppers off at points separated by 6 or 8 blocks. Then, it turned into a wealthy subdivision.

George pricked up his interest. He knew this area. He got even more excited as the transport pulled up right next door to the McMansion where he had his first DYB scenes — Meredith’s house.

“Holy shit!” He said. His prick was already beginning to unfurl in his shorts.

But the transport did not enter the circular drive, and the door did not open. This was not his destination.

Instead, a very pretty girl, maybe eighteen years old, flounced down from the house next door. When she approached the transport, the door opened. She got in, sat opposite him on the bench.

She smiled at him, then looked away, toward the window. George took that opportunity to unobtrusively check her out: she was thin, olive-skinned, pretty face with simple makeup. Make that a more-than-pretty face. Almost a model face. A few tats. She was wearing a khaki skirt, thigh-length. Her knees were visible. A wide scoop-neck top, also in khaki, displayed plenty of cleavage. And her titty points were clearly visible through the fabric. Were those piercings?

This new addition did nothing to discourage his prick. He subtly shifted to make it a bit less obvious.

She turned back to the interior of the transport, and smiled at him. “Hello.”

He was shocked. It was just not common etiquette to converse with strangers in the transports; you kept yourself to yourself.

“Hello,” he responded with a grin.

She consulted her app. “We have a couple more stops. I’m Aniyah.”

Hesitating, he chose his alter ego. You can’t be too careful. “George,” he said. Then, confused, “We?”

She withdrew a pair of thick-rimmed glasses and put them on. Then she handed him a second pair.

“Oh,” he said, awareness dawning on his face. “Are you… Are we on DYB? Right now?”

She grinned back. Then reached out bahçelievler escort and tapped on his hardening dick. “Maybe.”

George automatically looked around to see if any people outside the transport had seen what she had done. Then he shook his head. Did he dare?

He reached out to Aniyah, touched her lips with his finger. “I can’t wait…. You are ravishing.”

George thought, hy not? And slouched back in his seat, spreading his legs and thrusting his pelvis toward the girl. He looked meaningfully at her. “Well?”

She smiled, reached into the leg hole of his filmy shorts, and felt up on his rapidly hardening prick.

“Nice! But I don’t think this is a private journey. It’s a jitney route. So, let’s not get arrested.”

She squeezed his prick one last time, then lifted her skirt to show off the hint of tan lines. Reaching in, she pulled her panties sideways, entrancing his focused gaze with her bare cunt, labia a darker brown than her olive skin. She dropped the skirt, smoothed it, and canted her hips demurely.

The transport pulled up to the waiting zone at a busy corner. George, really preferring to fuck her brains out, instead ventured a conversational gambit with the girl across from him, “So when did you get started with DYB?”

She licked her lips in a suggestive way, then said, “Oh, I have been involved in a few things. It was a lot of fun. And it pays pretty well. How about you?”

“I was recruited just a few weeks ago. I think I just kind of fell into a scene, maybe by accident. But it was mind blowing,” he responded.

She said, “I am very glad to see you, I really love your body. It’s just, so, hard. Like everywhere. I hope you know how to use it.” Her eyes flashed a tinkle of laughter at him.

He tucked his chin down in mock humility. “I guess we will just have to see.”

The conversation died in silence for an awkward number of seconds, as they both contemplated fucking each other there and then. At the same time, this was not the main DYB event. Was it? And they were in a public transport.

The penalties for sexual activity while non-participating traveling public were viewing the acts involuntarily and against their preference……forcing them to become an “Involuntary voyeur”…were decidedly severe. There had been too many involuntary voyeur incidents in the first couple of years after automated jitneys had enabled hop-on/hop-off, and government had responded with a typical repressive approach.

George, finally kickstarting his brain back to conversation mode instead of fuck mode, said “And, anyway, just what kind of use did you have in mind?”

Aniyah “I was thinking that a…. Multi-tool approach… would be exciting.”

“Sort of like a two or three screwdrivers, you mean? So you can screw in up to 3 screws at the same time?” his flustered feelings were muddling his flirting.

She licked her lips again, and started to say, “That sounds like a good start….”

The door lifted, and her voice dropped immediately to silence with the entry of a red-haired twenty-year-old man. Startled, she slid backward deeper into her seat.

The man, Liam, triggered some intense memories in George, reflecting the intensity of the last scene at Meredith’s house.

“Hello,” said George. He reached out to shake hands.

“Oh, hello, George,” said Liam. “What a coincidence to step into a transport and meet you.”

“Maybe not a coincidence,” said George.

Aniyah, keying into the vibe with this attractive pale, freckled man, added two and two rapidly to reach four: “We still have two stops to go,” she said. “I am looking forward to your performance, too.”

Liam’s eyes swiveled rapidly toward the girl, then focused on the two pairs of eyeglasses.

“Ah, I see. It’s a DYB gig. But, you know, today is my day off. So it really is a coincidence that I am on this transport. I’m getting off at the next stop, heading to the rugby match.” He pulled out his pad and keyed up the ticket stub to show them. “Velociraptors vs. Oligarchs. At Riverside stadium.”

“Ah” said George and Aniyah together. “Our mistake.”

Knowing that DYB would give him a pass from the involuntary voyeur legalities, George moved across the cabin to sit next to Aniyah, and casually reached between her legs, tracing upward til he reached her cunt.

Liam laughed, “Well don’t mind me. I certainly am not pressing charges as an involuntary voyeur.”

Then, like George, Liam moved across the cabin to sit on the other side of Aniyah. He reached into Aniyah’s scoop-neck top and fingered her piercing-bound nipples.

“Uhhhh,” said Aniyah. “That feels good.”

The transport car resumed forward motion in silence, buffered traffic noises coming from outside. The motor and interior sounds of the transport were subdued.

The humans inside didn’t make much noise either, just a light squishing sound from George’s finger in Aniyah’s şirinevler escort cunt and the intent breathing of the two men.

“Hey, squat up,” said Liam. Aniyah spread her legs wide, drawing her panties aside and providing unfettered access for George’s busy fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, that’s good,” she said.

Liam drew his finger between his lips, slobbering additional lubrication, and then reached under Aniyah’s rear and rubbed it between her ass cheeks, stimulating the anal hole. Aniyah’s asshole relaxed open, and Liam tucked in a first knuckle to test.

Aniyah moaned.

All too soon, they were approaching Riverside Stadium transport zone.

Liam, looking up and ahead to the stop, said, “Oh shit.” The men moved back to the rear bench, and Aniyah sat down and smoothed her clothing.

A familiar figure was standing at the transport waiting zone: Laila, the no-nonsense

DYB producer/director.

“What does she want?” complained Liam.

As the transport’s door opened, Laila entered and moved to sit down, but as he stood to leave for the game, she instead remained standing and grasped his arm. “Why don’t you stay a bit?” she said.

Liam looked back and forth between Aniyah and Laila. Laila was not wearing glasses.

He wondered, Is this really a DYB gig? This girl’s ass is begging to be fucked. Liam decided to test the waters a bit, and not appear too over-eager.

“But, Laila, it’s my day off, dammit. And I have tickets….”

“I just need a few minutes of your time to get set up. Then you can come back to the game.”

“Hmmm. Only doing a setup?”

Meanwhile, as the two DYB staff were standing and discussing their schedules, George swung across to the other seat and sat next to Aniyah again. He bent his mouth to whisper in her ear, “This is DYB. And I am gonna rail you like you have never had before.” Surreptitiously, he put his hand behind her and under her buttocks, squeezing.

Laila continued the conversation with Liam, “Did you want more? You are not scheduled for performance today. And I have something very special for you tomorrow. Can you do both?”

“How special?”

“Remember, we talked about it. It’s a special production with a lot of setup and preparation. But the finale is anal stretching — both a boy and a girl. And a mom. Your specialty, right? I want a big, juicy cum. It’ll be worth a big bonus.”

“So, today, then, it’s got no sex. Just setup? Will I get the normal rate?”

“30%. You won’t really be doing much at all.”

Liam thought, Well too damn bad. This little cunt has a very hungry asshole. But today’s not my day to fill it up.

Liam looked directly in Aniyah’s eyes, drew his finger under his nose, raised his brows slightly to signal “Later bitch” and sat back down, this time again next to the girl. Aniyah squirmed in her seat, unobtrusively. Sitting on the other side of the girl, George reached his free hand to pinch her nipple, to find that it was encased in a metal piercing enclosure.

Facing Laila, Liam answered, “Fine, but no more than 45 minutes. I don’t want to miss the rugby opening.”

Laila observed the nipple play, and smiled with a little quirk to her lips.

The transport wheeled, drove about 10 blocks, then stopped in front of a high-rise apartment building.

Michael, another DYB staff participant in that memorable show at Meredith’s house, was dressed here as the doorman. Liam sniggered and winked to his co-worker. “Nice monkey suit,” he laughed.

George was a bit shocked, Was that a racist comment?

Unfazed, Michael stood at the open door, and announced, “Welcome to the Transition Corporation Interregnum Suites, ladies and gentlemen. I believe you are expected on the penthouse floor.”

The black man led the way, withdrawing a badge to key in past the security gates, and then again at the smaller lift dedicated to the penthouse.

George wondered, Why on earth they still use badges? I’m just a Forestry major in college, but still, those AI faux pas were blatant. More anachronistic behaviors.

Michael used his badge and a thumbprint at the well-varnished penthouse apartment door at the top of the elevator.

“This way, please.” He directed the two women and George into the apartment’s reception area/sitting room, where a coffee table was laid out with pots of hot beverages, teacakes, and dried fruits.

Michael and Liam left the room, moving onward into the large apartment.

“This looks marvelous,” said George, ever the hungry college student. He poured coffee for Aniyah, and tea for himself and Laila, then added a mound of dried fruit to his sandwich plate.

“Anything you want?” he asked Aniyah. She shook her head. He waggled his eyebrows at her, flirting. She laughed. He pointed downward to his crotch. She nodded.

Turning to the other woman, George asked, “Laila?” She gave a brief head nod, pointing to the teacakes. Two fingers. He placed those onto another plate.

Laila moved next to Aniyah on the couch, pulling her arm. “You know the drill right? I need a quick stick.” She pricked the skin of both performers, testing the blood. Three soft beeps sounded for each sample. “You’re good.” She looked down at George’s crotch. “I see you are already pharmacologically enhanced. Would you like something else?” She shook a small bottle at him.

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William and Gloria were a thing. They were only 18, and had gone to prom and homecoming and they’d been dating all year. It was summer now, and school was over, and they hung out together a lot. He was kind of tall, about 5 foot 8, and Gloria was smaller, about 5 foot 4, with strawberry blonde hair.

They were quite innocent compared to a lot of other kids, and their personal interactions were a bit limited. Certainly they made out a lot, and that led to other things. First, she let him touch her breasts, but that happened over a long time, and she held him off at first. Then she let him touch her bare breasts, and it wasn’t long before she let him suck on her nipples.

That went on for some time, and she never touched him, but they went swimming a lot, and Gloria noticed that William would get an erection quite regularly. She never said anything about it, but never moved away from him when they sat together either, letting her eyes drift over him when he wasn’t looking.

After a month of that, she finally let him slip his hand down her bathing suit and touch her vulva. William obsessed over that and during a long afternoon in her house, he succeeded in bringing her to a climax several times. It was dreamlike to him, the amber light in their summer house always a surreal memory to him. But his penis was hard the entire time, moistening his underwear with emissions.

She wanted him to go soon after that, however, and over the ensuing weeks she never reciprocated, just letting him make her orgasm. He never actually saw her genitals, however, and she kept him at bay regarding that. William became frustrated and took matters in his own hands regularly, but he kept hoping that Gloria would advance beyond what they were doing.

Her mother was ever watchful, a lovely woman of about 30 with long blonde hair.. Her husband had been killed in an auto accident so she was single. He thought she was sexy and would even fantasize about her in the way boys usually do.

One day Gloria had to go to the store to get something, leaving him there in the house for a while. He tiptoed up the stairs and went into her room, looking at her panties. Then, feeling mischievous, he went into her mother’s room and went to her dresser.

There he found a wide array of underthings, some with light stains in the crotch. He held them up to his nose, but they were clean.

As he looked further, he suddenly encountered an electric vibrator. He hadn’t seen one before, but he’d heard of them. He quickly plugged it in and pushed the button. It started vibrating. His breathing quickens and he put it up against his erection for a while.

Groaning, he ejaculated in his pants, then quickly unplugged it. He straightened out the drawer, trying to make sure it looked the same way that it had when he came in, then he turned to go.

Her mother was standing in the door, watching him.

She sighed. “William, I’m disappointed in you. Those are my personal things, some of them very personal. I don’t ever want you to come into my room again, okay? I’m not angry; young men are very curious, but don’t do it again.”

“I’m… I’m really sorry…” he said, his face bright red. He slowly walked out of the room, the scent of his own ejaculation clearly apparent.

He avoided her for weeks, getting together with Gloria often. Finally Gloria reached out and rubbed his penis one day at the lake. She didn’t stop and he soon ejaculated in his trunks. He kissed her hard and jumped into the water.

After that, they would make each other come more often, and William, having had enough, unzipped his pants and let his penis come out. Gloria only glanced at his uncircumcised penis for a moment, then grasped him in her hand and masturbated him. He spurted onto the floor and she got a towel and dropped it, using her foot to wipe it up instead of her hands. She was clearly squeamish about it, but at least he was having an orgasm by her hand.

But no matter how much he wanted, she never went beyond that to oral sex or even looking at it directly. He began keeping a towel handy so he could come into the cloth, and she found that convenient, but she still never showed him her vulva. This went on for quite some time, months, into the fall, and he felt even more frustrated for some reason.

Now Gloria had to run to the library and he stayed behind. He felt guilty and somewhat afraid, but that afternoon he snuck back into her mother’s room again. He found the vibrator in the drawer next to her bed, but his eyes got huge when he saw another item; it was a ten inch long, soft rubber dildo. He picked it up and it flopped back and forth. It looked much like his own penis, but without a foreskin. He grinned and started to put it back when he heard someone clear their throat. It was her mother.

“William, now I’m officially pissed off at you. I told you not to go into my drawers. Do I have to get a padlock for my own room?”

He stood there, his face red again. She sighed.

“Look, isn’t Gloria making fatih escort you come yet? I figured that was happening already. She’s doing that, right?”

“Yes.” He felt intensely under the spotlight, gulping.

“How do you make her come? You’re not having sex with her yet are you? She’ll get pregnant, William. That would really be a terrible thing at your age.”

“I just… use my fingers,” he managed to say.

“Hmm. Well, that’s okay.”

“She won’t let me…. look at her,” he said, face red again.

She sighed again. “She’s a little shy, I’ll admit.” She looked at him, noticing his large erection.

“I’m not going to tell Gloria you found my dildo. She’d probably cut you off, William. You don’t want that, right?”

“No, no… I’m so sorry.”

“I want you to do something for me, William,” she said, her voice softening.

“Okay. What… whatever you want.” He wanted to repair the damage now, and he was desperate.

“I want you to… unzip your pants and… show me your penis.”

His mind was in a whirl. This had been one of his fantasies, and now she was asking him to do it. He gulped and then slowly took out his penis. He became fully erect, his wet, purplish glans emerging as the skin drew back.

She reached into her laundry hamper and threw a towel on the floor.

“Masturbate for me, William. I want you to ejaculate on the towel.”

He saw that her nipples were hard and her nostrils flared once. He took his penis in his hand and jacked off and soon he groaned, spurt after spurt of creamy semen shooting out of him onto the towel. He gasped, jerking, then, completely embarrassed he stood there his penis dripping.

“I’m not going to tell Gloria about that, either. You had a huge erection, William. You’ve been fantasizing about me, haven’t you?”

“God yes,” he said, almost crying.

They heard Gloria return.

“Well, she’s not going to be able to make you come now, so you’d better figure out a way to leave.” She paused for a while, then said, “she has choir practice twice a week. It lasts two hours. I want you to come here tomorrow night. We’ll continue this discussion. Otherwise I’m going to tell her about…what just happened.”

“Okay. Okay. I’m sorry.”

“Now, pick up the towel and put it in the hamper here. Come back tomorrow.”

She turned and walked away.

He was insanely aroused. His penis still drooped out of his pants and was starting to get hard again. His testicles hurt.

He went down to talk to Gloria who seemed more amorous than usual, and he made her come, then she masturbated him again, making him come a second time. He left soon afterwards, thinking crazy thoughts.

He didn’t masturbate that night, thinking about tomorrow, but his penis was painfully erect. He finally went to sleep after fantasizing wildly.

When he got to the house the next day, her mother opened the door. She was in a bathrobe. She just walked upstairs to her bedroom and he followed her.

He just stood there, wondering about everything as she sat at the end of the bed. She bent down and picked up a pair of her panties, then tossed them onto the floor in front of him.

“You can ejaculate on those. Pull out your cock.”

William did as he was asked, and soon his penis hardened as she watched, then started to drip, his functions going into overdrive.

He looked at her for a moment, then she looked at him. Then she sighed and took off her robe. She was completely naked. William’s eyes roved over her body as she sat there. Then, watching him closely, she spread her legs. He could see her vulva, covered with hair, and her nipples were very hard. His penis jerked of its own volition. He was insanely horny now.

“I’m going to show you my pussy, William. All of it. You should masturbate.”

William took his penis in his hand and started to jack off. She seemed to hesitate for a few moments, then she lay back and pulled her knees up to her chest. She reached down now and slowly spread her vulva wide open, the pink inner flesh glistening with her juices.

He gasped as he jacked off, looking at her pussy, her clitoris, her slightly open hole into her body. He could also see her hairless anus, a pinkish-brown, crinkly ring of flesh. That had been one of his deeper fantasies, seeing a woman’s asshole, and there it all was, displayed in clear lighting for him to see.

She looked over at him as he masturbated, finally groaning and ejaculating a huge amount onto her panties.

“That was nice. You have a lot of semen. Now I’m going to make myself come, William. I want you to watch.”

She closed her eyes as he watched her, then she touched herself, rubbing her clitoris until she shook with an orgasm. He could clearly see that her vulva was dripping clear fluid, running down her lips and trickling around her anus. Suddenly she came again, jerking hard, then again, her fingers moving faster. She lay there for a few moments, breathing çapa escort hard, then she sat up, pulling her robe closed.

“Put the panties in the hamper. We’re done for today.”

He pulled his pants up, picked up the panties from the floor and threw them in the laundry hamper, then he left, not believing that this was happening to him. Gloria drove by him on the way home, but she didn’t seem to see him. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued on home.

It was almost four days until the next time and he masturbated a lot, thinking about her wet pussy and asshole. She had him do the same thing, watching him spurt onto a pair of her dirty underwear this time, then she masturbated, showing him her pussy. But he also saw Gloria the day afterwards, and oddly enough, she seemed to be reaching a new plateau.

After making out for some time and making her come with his fingers, Gloria actively unzipped his pants, pulling his penis out and jacking him off, more firmly than before, watching as he spurted on the floor. Then she kissed him more passionately than ever. They parted soon afterwards, not talking about it per usual.

The next time he saw her mother she was fully dressed. They walked up the stairs and then he stood there, his penis already erect. She sat on the end of the bed looking at him, then she suddenly stood, walking over to him and kneeling in front of him.

She hesitated for a moment, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. They dropped to the floor and his penis rose, wagging slightly in front of her face.

Now her hands rose slowly, touching his inner thighs, then caressing his testicles before she gently touched his penis, grasping it in her fist and pulling the skin downwards so it was taut, making him gasp.

She said, “I’m going to suck on you. I want you to come in my mouth. Don’t try to hold back.”

She started by licking the underside of his glans very gently, holding his testicles in her hand. Then she took him into her mouth, the heat of it making him jerk. She slowly bobbed up and down, his thighs quivering.

With a huge groan, he ejaculated in her mouth. She moved her tongue back and forth through the spurts as it came out of him, swallowing his semen as a giant orgasm flashed through his pelvis and cock.

He gasped, standing there and trying not to touch her. But she wasn’t done, and she kept sucking on him and sucking on him for long minutes, until, whining through his nose and gritting his teeth, he ejaculated for a second time, finally grabbing her head and pulling it towards him as she sucked him hard.

He heard her gulp as she swallowed him again, then she stood, her nipples hard, not looking him in the eye.

“I’ll see you next time, William. Drive safely.”

He was in a daze, but he noticed that the door had been ajar the entire time, and as he went downstairs and out to his car, he saw that Gloria had been home.

He was very self-conscious now, and didn’t know what to think when he drove home, but the next time he saw Gloria things went as usual with the exception that she was a lot more interested in watching him ejaculate. Now she caught it in a washcloth, watching interestedly as it spurted out of him. This was starting to happen every day now and he was hard almost all the time.

The next time he met with her mother she was in a robe again. He didn’t see Gloria’s car, so he was relieved that she was at choir practice.

They went to the room and she looked at him for a while.

“I want you to take off your pants.”

This whole thing was making him crazily horny. He did as she asked and stood there, rock hard, a drop of clear fluid dripping down the floor.

“Get on your hands and knees. Do it now.”

He immediately complied. She pulled the drawer open and got the dildo, then put some clear lubricant on it.

“Spread your cheeks apart, widely.”

He didn’t want to break the series of events, so he just did it, holding himself open. He felt the cool air on his anus.

“I’m going to lick your asshole, William.”

She placed her face between his cheeks and started pushing her tongue into him, then sucking on his anus. He was amazed at how good it felt, and also at how deep she was able to get her tongue into him. She seemed somewhat obsessed for a while, holding him firmly in place as she drove her tongue deeper and deeper.

He couldn’t believe it; he felt like he was going to ejaculate. Then she pulled back.

“I’m going to fuck you with the dildo, William. Now you’ll know how it feels to have something inside of you.”

He gasped as she placed the tip of it into his very wet hole. The tip went right in and he jerked. He wanted it, that’s all he knew at that point. He’d never touched himself there except once or twice, but now, slowly, the huge dildo was making its way into his rectum. His body jerked as the incredible sensations went through this new area, his asshole.

She slid almost all of güngören escort it into him. She was on her knees, looking at him, his hard penis, dripping even more now, and the dildo sticking out of him. She was breathing hard.

“William, do you want me to take it out?” She said softly.

William sobbed, just lying there.

“This isn’t punishment anymore, William. But you have to tell me what you want.”

He sobbed again.

“I…I want… I want you to fuck me with it….”

“Then you’re saying that it feels good?”

“God, yes. So good. I never… never thought it would, but… it does.” He gasped, jerking.

“You could probably get some guy to do this, fuck you up the ass. Are you gay?”

“No. I don’t want that.”

“So, tell me again. What do you want?”

He groaned. “I want… I want you to fuck me up the ass… only you.”

“You’re probably going to come. I have to tell you, William… I think I’m going to like watching you come like this.”

He moaned. “I like it… I like coming for you. It’s driving me crazy…”

She took hold of the dildo, sliding it back out, then slowly back in. His eyes rolled back in his head.

She bit her lip. “You really like this. It’s making me wet, William. I think you should come back every week and let me fuck you up the ass. Would you like that?”

“God, yes… fuck, yes….please… fuck me…” he gasped.

She now picked up the speed a little, sliding it in and out of him for a long while until he cried out, spurting thick semen on the carpet. She gasped with surprise as she continued fucking him

“That’s an awful lot of come, William. An amazing amount. I might want to do this more than once a week. I think we need to get that come out of you by fucking your little ass cunt. Would you like that?”

He just trembled, shuddering and moaning.

“I’ll take that as a yes, honey. Now, let’s see if you can come again, okay?”

He held himself open as she continued to slid it in and out of him and soon, suppressing a scream, he ejaculated strongly, even more this time, his spurts coming quickly.

“Jesus Christ,” she said, “that is a lot of sperm, William. We’re just going to have to milk you, honey. You can’t have that all inside of you. It simply has to come out…”

She finally pulled it out of him with a sucking sound and set the dildo aside. His hole was wide open and she touched it with her fingers, playing with his anus.

“You have a cunt, William, and I’m going to fuck it for you. You want that, right? I’m only going to do it if you want me to…”

“God, yes…. I want you to fuck me…” he moaned.

“Fuck what, William?” she said softly.

He sobbed. “My… my ass cunt…”

“That’s right, baby. That’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to make you spurt all of that thick come. You have an extraordinary amount of semen. It’s made quite a puddle. I’ll clean it up today, but next time I’ll probably put down a pair of my panties again. I think you’d like that too.”

She helped him up now.

“William, that made me really, really horny. I’m going to have to ask you to suck my pussy until I come, okay? Why don’t you pull my pants down?”

He fumbled with her pants, pulling them down as she moved backwards towards the bed. She sat down and he quickly yanked her panties off. She looked at him and spread her pussy.

“Suck me,” she whispered, and for the next 20 minutes he explored every crevice of the complex landscape of her pussy, finally sucking her clitoris as her pelvis jerked and bucked.

She lay there, gasping then sat up and pulled her pants on.

“Come back in a couple of days, when Gloria is at choir practice. But don’t cut her off… let her make you come too. I know she is, or you wouldn’t be here all the time. We’re both going to make you come, and you can make us come too. It’ll be fun.”

He left, his head spinning. He’d went from 0 to 60, almost having no sex, to having a waterfall of sexual interaction. His anus was slightly sore, but he had been amazed at how good it had felt. He had never had fantasies about men penetrating him, but now, thinking about her, pushing the dildo into him, his cock began to get hard.

He became sexually obsessive and he knew it. He continued to see Gloria, making her come as well, her beautiful body shaking as she climaxed, then she’d jack him off, being a little more assertive all the time.

He went back to see her mother, whose name was Amy.

“Just call me Amy, sweet boy,” she said, sliding the fat dildo up his ass. “That’s my name. Now, come for me again. We’ve got to get that out of you. You spurted so much last time.” This time she used both hands on him as he knelt there, jerking him off slowly with lubricant on her fingers as she slid it in and out.

“My hand feels just like a pussy, doesn’t it?” she said to him, speaking softly. “You have an extremely large penis, William.”

“I wouldn’t know,” he gasped, “I’ve never… fucked anyone yet…”

Her mind was filled with images and feelings. She wanted him to have sex with her, but not before he’d have sex with Gloria. It didn’t seem right, in fact, none of it did, but they’d stepped over the line.

She decided to just keep fucking him up the ass. Amazingly he had a third orgasm, but didn’t ejaculate.

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Anal Etiquette Prequel: Beverly Hill’s Therapeutic Medical Day Spa

By: Lord Odie

The Obligatory Disclaimer

The following is a work of pure sexual fiction and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are consenting adults over the age of 18. They are also BDSM professionals and good at what they do. So please, don’t try anything that you’re about to read at home, if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying things at home, please send all pictures and feedback to me about the experience. If I can’t stop you, I can at least make sure you’re doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed.

6. Binding Brooke

In the Spa’s waiting room, Brooke had spent the last 15 minutes of so overhearing the conversation between an amazingly well-endowed blonde mother in her 50s and her young daughter who looked to be about 23 or so. It was obvious from the context of the discussion that it was the daughter’s first visit to the Spa.

“But how will I know if I’ll like it, Mamma?”

“Summer – baby – we’re been over this,” an exasperated Beth said for the 10th time. “You enjoy me fisting your bottom hole every night before bed, right?” The younger woman nodded. “Well, it won’t be much more than that until you’re ready for it, okay? It’ll be nothing like the games mommy and daddy play after you go to bed.”

“Okay, Mamma,” an unconvinced Summer replied again for the 10th time. Her mother’s cries of pain and pleasure normally kept her up for an hour or more as she masturbated every night.

Brooke smirked to herself at the younger woman’s plight. Trying new things was always scary.

“Brooke Knowles? Brooke?” came a call from front of the waiting room. Her expander had been beeping embarrassingly loud for almost 30 seconds before her name had been called. She knew it was barely audible, but every woman in the room knew what it meant and her subconscious amplified the sound 100-fold.

The 34-year-old brunette gather up her purse and turned towards the caller. She smiled when she saw the familiar Patricia waiting patiently for her. Next to the buxom redhead was the young Kaylee. Bonus!

“Hello again, Brooke,” said Patricia pleasantly. “We’re glad to have you back again so soon. I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to bring a trainee along for you next pre-treatment, if that’s okay.”

“No problem at all,” Brooke said happily as Patricia and Kaylee led her back to room 128-A. When the door opened, the imposing mass of an empty treatment frame on a gurney was set up and waiting for her; the treatment frame wouldn’t be empty for much longer.

Knowing the drill, Brooke quickly stripped out of her expensive clothes while Patricia put them on hangers and in bags for safekeeping. It wasn’t long before Brooke stood naked in front of the two busty nurses with only the control box Velcroed to her thigh and her anus and urethra plugged.

“You probably haven’t seen one of these yet,” mecidiyeköy escort Patricia said in an educational tone to Kaylee, and motioning down towards the gurney, “This is one of our standard treatment frames. All women are secured into one for treatment on the upper floors. Today, you’ll observe me securing Brooke to this one, and then you’ll show me what you’ve learned with our next patient. Sound good?”

“Yes. I’m ready,” Kaylee replied excitedly.

“Good. Now, Brooke, arms behind your back please,” Patricia half-commanded. Doing as she was told, Brooke put her arms behind her and allowed the redheaded nurse to sheath them in a black leather armbinder that went almost all the way up to her shoulders. Tightening the straps firmly, Brooke’s elbows easily touched, and her shoulders were wrenched backwards almost painfully. On the bright side, this pulled her full 34E tits higher up on her chest and displayed them proudly.

“Up on the frame please and let’s get you secured for treatment,” Patricia said as she patted the empty frame. Brooke did as she was told as best she could. The redhead helped her lay backwards and guided her bound arms through the hole in the back of the frame and her shoulders into two padded braces. Reaching underneath the frame, she attached Brooke’s arm binder to a small winch built into the base of the gurney and turned it on. A gasp of pain escaped Brook’s lips as her arms were pulled down and backwards to almost a 90-degree angle from her body. The busty nurse then tightened the shoulder braces to keep Brooke in place. This had the added benefit of drawing her shoulders closer together.

“Having the patient’s arms pulled into a severe strappado greatly increases the feeling of helplessness and submission,” Patricia explained to Kaylee as she adjusted the cushion behind Brook’s neck so that her head was held up at a comfortable 45-degree angle.

“It really does!” confirmed Brooke as she adjusted to the discomfort in her shoulders and practiced her breathing.

Next, Kaylee helped Patricia lift Brooke’s legs over her body until the brunette was almost folded double and looped leather cuffs around her ankles, attached cables connected to another winch, and let the frame pull them backwards until they were nearly at shoulder level and spread about 2′ apart. “Over the next few minutes, the frame will automatically pull Brooke’s legs back until they are below her shoulders,” Patricia said as she moved down towards Brooke’s defenseless nether region. “Once there, the cuffs will lock in place.”

“I can understand why several sessions of extreme yoga a week are prescribed to patients and recommend to nurses,” commented Kaylee as Brooke’s level of flexibility became apparent. “Most women couldn’t do that!”

“Exactly!” replied Patricia as she brought a pair of padded braces over the sides of Brooke’s thighs and tightened them down until the brunette’s lower back was pushed firmly into the frame. This caused Brooke to groan in pain as significantly more strain was put on her legs. “These will keep Brooke’s bottom firmly in place for treatment. The braces over her shoulder will do the same for her top. With all the braces firmly tightened down, when the frame is locked in place, Brooke will not be able to move an inch in any direction.”

Kaylee beşiktaş escort nodded in understanding. “Doesn’t this hurt?” she asked Brooke.

“At little, but I’ll soon have a lot more pain to worry about and it won’t bother me,” the busty patient replied honestly.

“You sure will!” confirmed the redheaded nurse as she patted the base of the plug still stretching Brooke’s poor asshole wide open.

Moving to the side, Patricia pressed a button on the frame’s control panel and a soft humming was heard. Moments later, Brooke’s midsection began to rise noticeably as a lumbar pad pressed into her middle back rose until she looked several months pregnant causing the bound brunette to groan pitifully. “I honestly don’t know the purpose of the lumbar support,” admitted Patricia. “Other than it’s uncomfortable in the extreme and angles the rectum so that any penetrator is easily visible on the patient’s abdomen as it works its way inside.”

Kaylee only nodded again.

“Can you hand me those bands on the table beside you, Kaylee?” asked the more experienced nurse. The blonde handed the bands over to the busty redhead who then placed one over each of Brooke’s mouthwatering 34E’s. Reaching above her head, Patricia grabbed a thin cable attached to a pulley and pulled it down while motioning Kaylee to do the same. Together, they attached each to Brooke’s painfully clamped nipples and then the spring-loaded cables retract and pulled the bound brunette’s tits into thick cones of tit-flesh. Each then positioned the bands around the bases of Brooke’s breasts and used a small tool to ratchet them down tightly causing their patient to groan at the new pressure. As the bases of Brooke’s large tits were compressed, her breasts began to take the shape of elongated, bulbous orbs.

“And that’s basically it,” Patricia said happily as she pressed the button on the wall to page Dr. Vergara. “Any questions?”

“I think I understand the gist of everything,” Kaylee replied. “Now I’m really curious to see what happens upstairs!”

“All in good time,” Patricia said with a chuckle as she sat down on a stool in front of the helpless brunette and began working the expanding plug out of her ass. It took a few minutes while Brooke groaned pathetically until the now 3.65″ wide plug slid free at last. No sooner had the plug slid free and the door opened admitting Penélope into the room.

“Good morning, Ms. Knowles! Patricia. Kaylee,” the attractive, older Latina said politely. “I hope we’re all doing well this morning!”

“I’ll be better in half an hour when I’m upstairs,” joked Brooke.

“All in good time, Ms. Knowles,” Penélope said with a smile as she sat between her patient’s widely spread legs. “Let’s see what we have here. Yes. You’ve dilated quite nicely the past few months,” she commented professionally as she manipulated Brooke’s sphincter with her fingers. “Does your anus close up easily anymore?”

“Not really anymore, Doctor,” Brooke replied.

“That normally starts happening to women at your level of treatment. You might have to start wearing a permanent plug to keep yourself from having any embarrassing accidents.”

“I figured that would happen sooner or later,” replied the brunette.

“Well then,” Penélope said as she reached under the etiler escort gurney, pumped a copious amount of lubrication into her hand, and started rubbing it into her hands and arms up to the elbow. “Let’s see how orgasmic you are today. I want to observe a few orgasms firsthand before I send you upstairs. Sound good?” she asked as first one hand and then the other slipped into Brooke’s dilated back hole.

“Perfect, Doctor!”

* * *

An hour later, a smiling Patricia and a rather stunned looking Kaylee stepped out of the elevator and back onto the first floor of the Spa. They’d left a very satisfied looking Brooke up on the 4th floor for Double Manual Rectal Agitation Therapy – more commonly known as Deep Double Fisting. The older Samoan nurse they’d left Brooke with had the physique of an amateur body builder – and that was in addition to the larger than normal frame Samoans were famous for. After securing the patient face up but at a 45-degree angle so that her head was lower than her butt, and removing the 3.75″ wide retaining dildo, the Samoan nurse had donned a pair of rubber gloves that came up to her arm pits. The gloves were covered with a rough, spiky texture that Kaylee assumed would snag and tear at a woman’s delicate rectal tissues.

Her assumption was confirmed as she listened to Brooke howl out in pain as the Samoan nurse worked an arm into her gaping rear hole halfway up her bicep and started to brutally pound the length of her arm in and out of the defenseless patient. Kaylee was mesmerized by the scene. Patricia had to practically drag the young blonde out of the room as the Samoan nurse began working her second arm into Brooke’s lose hole. The bound brunette had her first earth-shattering orgasm just as the pair left the room.

“Still with us,” Patricia asked softly to her young trainee as they walked.

The blonde nurse swallowed hard before answering, “Yes. I never knew anyone could cum so hard from just anal stimulation!”

The redhead giggled out loud. An action which caused her 36J tits to bounce delightfully. “Oh, honey! What do you think the Spa is all about? Broke should really enjoy the next hour and a half of her treatment.”

Kaylee stopped in her tracks. “An hour and a half? She will be getting fisted like that for an hour and a half?!”

“Yup. And then she’ll move onto another treatment,” Patricia confirmed as they approached the nursing station to get their next assignment.

Kaylee was speechless.

“Oh, good. You’ll really enjoy your first assignment,” said the busty redhead. Kaylee was too lost in her thoughts to respond.

Patricia led the younger blonde to their assigned pretreatment room and opened the door. Kaylee walked into the room and then stopped in her tracks. Her eyes sized up the naked woman patiently waiting for them. Cute redhead. Massive tits. Little white nurses’ hat. It was Patricia! Before she could say anything, the real Patria beside her called out, “How’s it going, Heather?”

The other redhead replied, “Oh, hi, Patricia!”

“Kaylee,” Patricia said, “Meet my identical twin sister, Heather.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Kaylee said, still trying to make out what she was seeing.

“We’re both nurses here,” Heather clarified as she pointed to the only piece of clothing she wore.

“Alright, Kaylee,” Patricia said. “Let’s see what you’ve learned today.”

Kaylee gulped and then dove right in. “Can you please put your arms behind your back, ma’am?” she asked as she reached for the waiting am binder.

Half an hour later, a smiling Kaylee pushed a gurney containing Patricia’s doppelganger towards the elevators and the 5th floor. She was a quick learner.

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