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As the all-too familiar sensation of her heat and weight descends upon you, you find your mind wandering, the anticipation causing your already racing neurons to burn as you wait for what you desire so much more than anything else you know. You glance up, see her soft features, her round face and pointed chin split by a kindly, passionate smile, the sight parting two glorious, generous mounds, which themselves are capped in twin pink peaks pierced with shining silver metal, dying her round, magical under-breast like the snowy tips and rolling sides of two gigantic mountains. You see her torso stretching up above you, her breasts hanging perfectly from her chest, her soft face framed in flowing red-gold hair, her shining hazel eyes… And you fall in love, momentarily, all over again.

But maybe the waves of affection–and arousal–flooding your body are really the result of the scent reaching your nose, for, as you watch her mounting you, you see the hot pink mass of her sacred core moving into place at the base of your field-of-vision. You practically grin as you see her hairless shape move over your face, her position and her arousal working in tandem to spread her edges wide, giving you a good view into her opening, the tiny dark cavity buried at her very core the source of all your affection, your lust, your desire… And your thoughts.

You can do nothing more than stare and inhale as she shifts into position above your face, her giddying scent sending ripples of intense bliss radiating throughout your body, lighting your nerves on fire, sending electrical bolts through your muscles, and, most notably of all, causing your throbbing erection to pulsate hungrily, fresh droplets of cool lubricating pre-cum emerging and soaking into your navel. Her musk is as familiar as ever, yet every bit as intense and erotic as it was the first time you tasted it. Heady and powerful, it carries a hint of something uniquely her amidst a thick coating of wetness and feminine arousal, a tiny scent profile intermixed with the horny lubrication of her vagina that, though you cannot quite describe it, you feel you could almost pick out in a crowd of bared pussies.

You can remember the first time you smelled this; her arousal, her most sacred, most sensitive secretion, a special watery nectar created and released just for you, for your pleasure, for your enjoyment. It had been in the cinema on your third date, this date being the first one you had not sat facing each other and the first one after each sharing your kinks through steamy discussion on the dating app you had originally met on. You can remember vividly how embarrassed you had felt when you had told her, only for her supportive–indeed, her encouraging–personality to put you right at ease, shortly before she had told you about hers. As if she were created to fit your needs like a glove to a hand, you remember the joy you felt when you learned of her kinks in turn; receiving oral, edging, and… Domination.

At first, you had been surprised when you had learned that the sweet, kindly girl–for all the world the type of girl whom most men would imagine slapping about, forcing to her knees or bending over their beds–becoming a beautiful, empathetic dominator in the bedroom, taking control, ordering him to her bidding, and using him to edge herself until she…

The admission of your submissive desires shortly after hers seemed to seal the conversation in some unspoken place between the two of you, and, though neither of you had discussed it since, on your next date to the movies, she had made her first dominant move, reaching her hand across the seat to alight on your already stiff manhood, her hand teasing your thick tip almost playfully, skirting the line between idle, unerotic play and teasing, shallow strokes.

But it had really escalated when, her hand slipping from your throbbing tip and dampening shorts, she had taken yours in her own and moved it over to her crotch, shuffling surreptitiously in her seat to allow your fingers access to her womanhood, where a burning heat and wonderful dampness met your touch instantly. You felt her fingers press your own into her shape, ordering, not showing you how she wanted you to touch her, and the wonderful waves of bliss that enwrapped you as you proceeded to stroke her shape, pushing into her form through her panties, coaxing more and more wetness forth with each passing minute. You didn’t know what colour panties she had on, but you remembered imagining them as a light blue, the colour lending itself to the dark stain you imagined appearing beneath your touch and above her entranceway.

The hand returned, removed yours from her core, and, just as you had begun to wonder if she was done–perhaps she was about to cum, and feared herself making a giveaway sound–that her other hand moved in, her thumb hooking the waist of her tights and pulling them away, allowing your digits to be guided in by her, gorukle escort depositing your hand directly atop her bare flesh.

You had been glad, then, that her hand had returned to the outside of her clothing, where it pushed yours through the material, giving you no room to doubt that she wanted you to move into her innermost space. A moment later, you felt a wash of wetness seep past your fingertips, a wonderful, warm softness envelop them, a tightness squeezing and then giving way around them – and you were in, literally.

She continued to use your hand to finger herself for the next twenty minutes, gently rocking her hips in her seat, remaining steadfastly silent and fixated on the screen all the while, while your tented pants had you perpetually about one twitch away from tearing your clothes free and pounding her right where she sat like a bitch in heat. Desires aside, your submissive nature refused to allow such an abhorrent–and fucking hot–thought from taking effect, and so there you sat, hard, throbbing, and fingering her beneath her tights.

The movie was nearing its completion when her hand finally pulled yours away from her hot flesh, your wrist aching, dragging wetness against her flesh. You had barely begun to wonder what you’d do with your sticky fingers when you felt her lean in close to your ear, her free hand slipping around your chin to turn your head as she did so.

‘Smell my scent.’ She breathed softly. Then, your hand still in her control, she raised it up to your face. A little uncertain about the publicity, you hesitantly inhaled – and felt the most incredible rush of erotic energy you’d ever felt punch into you. Your heart thudded, your nerves fired, your cock thickened, threatening to unload then and there, forcing you to gasp in response. You could feel her cheek brushing yours as she evidently smiled beside you.

‘Good boy.’

And there, in the cinema, as the movie reached a climax, she shifted in her seat, turning to face you, giving her hands better access to you as you inhaled her musk deeply for the first time. She smelled strong, her flavours wet and pungent, hinted with something strangely feminine, vaguely like rosebuds and woodsmoke – though perhaps that was simply her perfume intermingling with her secretions, given the position of your face beside hers. You shuddered, intoxicated already, sighing the inhaled breath out – and just as you did so, she twisted your face, meeting your lips with her own, at the same time as her fingertips slipped against the underside of your erection. You jerked, gasped – but her mouth stopped you from making a sound, forcing you to remain focussed on the kiss even as your cock came alive.

It took less than a minute for her gentle strokes on the broad edge of your tentpole and her kiss to bring you to the edge, but it was her scent that sent you over. Your cooling fingers actually touched the bridge of your lip as you brought them close to breathe her in, but you didn’t care – she was divine, perfect, a goddess among mere mortals. Her pure, perfectly contrived lust matched and enhanced your own, and you were helpless to resist her power over you, already absolute and unwavering. The ejaculation that occurred in your underwear moments later barely broke you from her focus, and everything she was presenting you with–her touch, her kiss, her sacred scent–more than outdid the unfortunate mess that resulted from your orgasm.

The movie over–having waited for everyone else to leave before you, clutching her bag before you as ‘cover’ for your rapidly darkening stain–you had left together, her accompanying you home, where she had helped you clean up, guided you into the shower and even made food.

You were head over heels, inexorably, undeniably in love.

That night, relaxing on your couch side by side, she had queried if you wished to ‘go to bed’ with her, a mischievous gleam in her eye. Barely able to say no to a woman with her beauty, but absolutely unable to resist her newfound power over you, you had agreed – and, ten minutes later, there you lay, in your bed, naked and erect, watching as the body of a goddess appeared before you.

She was a little taller than most women, perhaps five nine or ten. She was slender but curvy, her torso straight like a cylinder. Rolling hips formed the silhouette of her backside, and there was a tiny triangle of light piercing the space between her thighs and the naked, hairless core you had parted with your fingers hours earlier. Two generous breasts hung like perky, u-shaped teardrops from her chest, round and pointed, terminating in two thick, cylindrical nipples that each bore a simple metal piercing. A smattering of sharp brown freckles stained her otherwise spotless body, and a waterfall of red, brown, and gold tumbled like magical water from her head, her hair untied, washing her skin with its radiance. Her face was picturesque, bursa görükle escort fit for a world-renowned painting; her soft features still bore her accentuating makeup, the application smooth and light, enhancing her eyes and lips rather than replacing their natural shape and colour. Her hazel eyes seemed to be three times larger than you remembered them before, and they bore into yours, exuding emotion like words on a screen. She was nervous, uncertain, and desperate to meet your approval, your needs, your arousal – yet she was also excited, powerful, and as–if not more–aroused than you were, and her dominant nature denied her the ability to falter or second-guess her actions, making her perform as if following a regimented script.

‘Hey.’ You breathed weakly. She smiled, twisted her body back and forth. You noticed for the first time that she had a tattoo under each breast – one of a diamond beneath her right breast, one of a heart beneath her left.

‘What do you think?’ she asked meekly, uncertainly lifting her bosom slightly, running one hand down her side. It seemed as though, now that she was here, naked, horny and in your bedroom, standing before your own naked, needy form, she had gotten cold feet – and understandably so, considering this was still technically only the third date.

‘You’re… Perfect.’ You breathed, meaning those two words more than they could possibly convey.

A grin slowly split her face as she read your honesty and intent in your features, washing outwards. Impossible thought it might have seemed, the smile seemed to quadruple her attractiveness instantly – and, a little embarrassingly, your penis showed it, gently lifting as it throbbed. The sight of it awoke something within her, for, in what felt like a flashing instant, she was suddenly upon you, mounting you, her hot thighs clinging to your sweat-stained skin, her breasts framing her face as she leaned over you, her body so intense, so wonderful, so perfect.

And then it came into view, inching upwards as she moved into position. She was no idiot – and it seemed she truly cared about giving you what you wanted, for she had taken on board every one of your mentioned kinks. She had dominated you, controlled your actions and your reactions, teased you while also conditioning you to her musk, shown you her intentions and her capabilities – and now she was going to seal the deal, fulfilling all your deepest desires at once.

Your cock throbbed in anticipation, actively dripping lubricating pre-cum as you watched her approach, an uncontrollable pulse welling in your core. You could see her nearing you, the darker flesh of her navel a blur beneath your field of view as she climbed up to your face. Already her smell was intense, as aromatic as she had been in the cinema that day but ten times as strong. She carried the scent of a saltwater waterfall, wet and intense, foaming where it met the open air, pouring from a magical source somewhere deep beyond the coastline, carrying with it the taste of the woods, the deserts, the rivers and the streams. Her very pussy seemed to spell out her name through her musk, though perhaps it was simply your growing addition to her that was associating all the different aspects of her being into one magical source.

‘Oh my god…’ You can remember breathing as she came into view, glistening with wetness, her lips parted, allowing you to see past her entranceway, into her tighter inner opening. Her hood seemed to have retracted, revealing the edge of her rosebud, a tiny, flawless pink pearl in her clamshell, silently screaming for your attention, for all the world like a button to her very being, a literal on/off switch.

She was intense. She was all you could smell, all you could see, all you could think. Her divine pussy filled your senses, forcing you to fixate your very soul on her and not waver for a moment.

You wanted nothing else but to obey it’s call.

‘Do you like what you smell?’ She asked, gazing down at you from between her breasts. Momentarily, your wide eyes flicked up to hers, and, distantly, in some far-off corner of your brain that wasn’t entirely captured by her bare, spread cunt, you realised you probably looked as much terrified as you did desperate for her from her angle. Rapidly, you nodded, raising your hands to signal something, only to slap against her backside dumbly. She laughed shortly, her bosom rippling and bouncing.

‘Okay, then,’ she said, affirmed. ‘So why don’t you keep those hands right there, grab on tight, and eat me until I cum in your mouth.’ And as she said it, she lowered herself, applying herself to your face with a light but firm pressure, pushing her soaked folds into your mouth.

Heaven swallowed you up in seconds. Momentarily shocked, you quickly adapted to your new world. There was an odd sort of peace here – a little like being underwater. Warm, soothing pressure surrounded you, sealing off the outside world, the hug-like grip of her legs astride your head. Sounds came to you mutedly, filtered through the shake of her muscles and pump of her heart, as if her body were the filter through which you existed. Her body pushed against your lips, firm yet not crushing, warm yet not hot, intense yet not overpowering. She was all you could smell, all you could see, her torso bent over your line of sight, filing it with her wonderful body despite your eyes remaining uncovered. You had never felt so perfectly safe and secure… Or more absolutely fucking horny.

You came within a minute of her touch, shortly after your tongue slipped between her lips, her body sealed to your face, her ass gripped in your hands, one tight round globe fisted in each. You felt the hot wads almost before you realised your unattended cock was throbbing in ejaculation, pooling on your stomach, but you didn’t care. Cumming for her while she straddled you like this was like most men’s fantasy of fucking a famous actor or porn star coming true; he may have preferred one orifice over another, but he was hardly going to complain about getting to fuck her, and you weren’t going to even allow a shadow to tinge this moment. You’d gladly have cum five more times just to remain in this magical dreamworld between her thighs. It was beyond imaginable, beyond description, beyond possibility – yet here you were, fulfilling your earthly desires.

What followed was half an hour of the most impossibly majestic oral sex you had ever performed, during which time you rapidly warmed to the act and learned her body, discovering and then exploiting her erogenous spots, finding how best you could pull her open with your lips before plunging your tongue inside to drag against her tight little inner hole. By the time your ministrations had succeeded in bringing her to the shaking, rocking, moaning edge of her orgasm, you were hard again, the drying mess on your stomach not far from being redoubled by a fresh load.

‘I’m- I’m, fuck, I’m going to–I’m going to–‘ she breathed through ragged gasps, her back taut, both hands gripping the headrest, her breasts rocking back and forth as she rode your face, bent over you, face staring down at you but eyes squeezed tightly shut in a perpetual face of pleasure. ‘Holy shit, I’m going to-to–cum!’

You felt it coming a split-second before she did. It started in her thighs, a reactionary tensing causing them to pull in around your head, squeezing you closer. Sensing it coming, you pushed yourself upward, managing to meet her as she jerked upwards, her legs forcing her body to shift as she crested the peak.

It was that attentiveness to her, that refusal to let her apex moment part you that sent her cascading into her release, rather than simply tumbling. There was a sharp gasp, a stiff jerk, a tightening pulse between her legs – and then she was biting off her screams as she shook, vibrated, thrummed atop you, her body like a plucked string, riding your face as if it were a powerful mountable toy designed to provide intense pleasure for women. An instant after her pussy seemed to clench around you, you felt it – a warm wetness, slicker and more plentiful than her arousal, washing downwards into your mouth.

She was squirting. Or, at least, flowing – a wonderful, slightly sticky female ejaculate that tasted like water from the spring of life itself.

You would have grinned if you could have – but, coupled with her vagina as you were, you simply dug in harder, fixating yourself to her opening as she came, determined to take in everything her impossibly perfect body would give you.

Five minutes later, sticky, shaking, sweaty and exhausted, she strugglingly pried herself away from you, her skin pulling at yours as if your two bodies didn’t wish to obey their masters, leaving your face cold and lonesome once more. You gasped for air, face coated in her wetness, the pillow around your head soaked. She straddled your chest, still shuddering, not bothering to wipe or withhold her pussy from your skin, allowing it to press into your chest. She let herself fall atop you, her breasts descending atop your face, two wonderfully warm and dry pillows, simply holding you as she descended from the clouds. It might not have been her pussy, but lying here in the grasp of her body, nestled between her breasts, held tight from all angles, was just as safe, satisfying and intimate, and almost as erotic.

‘Jesus… Fucking… Christ…’ She panted.

Eventually, dismounting you, she–and you–discovered your unloved manhood, lying erect in a thick puddle of semen atop your body, gently throbbing as it waited for the chance to do its intended work. With an almost apologetic look, she placed her hand on it, looking up at you and meeting your gaze.

‘I’m so sorry,’ she said. ‘I would, but – I’m afraid if a little wind hits me down there, I’m going to either blow like a hydrant or rip in two.’ You smiled back, entirely understanding, forgiven before she even apologised.

‘Buuut…’ She continued, a smirk cracking the corner of her mouth, ‘that doesn’t mean I can’t do something else for you!’

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Hugo knelt on the floor of Gabriela’s dorm room, and he groaned as he felt his stiffening cock move in his pants.

It wasn’t supposed to go this way

“Stay still, Hugo,” Gabriela sighed, “stop trembling, Jesus…”

Hugo tried desperately to calm his body, but with every breath of the delicious aroma of Gabriela’s perfect, little foot, and every second spent with her soft sole planted on his face, his erection stirred and his muscles tensed.

Gabriela finished painting the nail of one of the delicate little toes she had rested on Hugo’s forehead. She inspected her work, and when she was satisfied that the dark purple polish had been perfectly applied, she relaxed back onto her bed and yawned. The room filled with the smell of weed as Gabriela re-lit her joint, and Hugo heard her hum along to the gentle Neo-Soul playing from her speaker.

The feeling of Gabriela’s soft, supple little sole resting on his face was blissful, and as much as he knew that he should get up, turn around, and leave, Hugo knew that he could not. Gabriela owned him.

Letting out a relaxed sigh, Gabriela leaned forward and began to paint the next toe, and Hugo took in another deep breath from her heavenly foot.

It wasn’t supposed to go this way.

—–

Hugo had finally finished re-writing Gabriela’s History assignment, and his knees and back ached terribly. He was crouched on all fours on the floor beside his desk, hunched over the laptop, and had been so for hours. Beside him, sitting on his office chair, with her bare feet resting on his back, Gabriela scrolled through TikTok in between FaceTime calls with her friends.

The damp patch of cum on his crotch, a cold reminder of his humiliation, had not dried. Beside the laptop lay Gabriela’s flip-flops; Hugo could see the dark prints of her soles and toes on the foam, and the sight made his cock twitch.

“I’m finished, Daddy,” Hugo muttered from the floor.

“What was that, Hugo?”

“I’m… I’m finished the History assignment… Daddy,” Hugo said meekly, making sure to address her by the title she had demanded.

“Already? Wow, look at you go! I thought we would be here all night. I hope you weren’t rushing, Hugo? Top grades only for Daddy, remember?” Gabriela said, as she reached one of her dainty little feet and began to stroke the back of Hugo’s head with her toes.

“Y-… yes, Daddy, I promise…” Hugo stammered.

“Good puppy,” she mocked, before stepping into her flip-flops and making her way to the office door. “The History paper isn’t due for another few days, but now you’ve finished it early, you can get started on my Sociology assignment tomorrow.”

Hugo heard the door close behind her, and he collapsed onto the floor. He lay there for a long time, his knees, back, and neck on fire, and he began to cry.

—–

Every afternoon, after his last class of the day had finished, Hugo would go to his office, but he would not sit in his chair. Rather, he would kneel on the floor, bow his head, and wait for Gabriela. Sometimes he would have to wait a long time for her arrival, but she would always come. She would enter his office without saying a word, and take her place in his office chair, before handing her laptop down to Hugo on the floor, and he would continue to work on Gabriela’s college assignments.

This had been going on for two weeks now, and he had already written full term papers for History, Sociology, and Politics. Hugo’s knees ached when he walked, and his back spasmed frequently throughout the day, but he had no choice.

Hugo worked hard on her assignments, and not just because of her threats and blackmail. Whenever Gabriela received a top grade for ‘her’ work, she would reward Hugo by wearing flip-flops, flats, or sandals to his office the next afternoon. While he worked on her next assignment, she would take off her shoes and rest her bare feet on his hunched back, and occasionally she would bring her foot down and stroke the back of his head or the side of his face with her adorable, little toes. If she felt this was becoming too distracting for Hugo, she would lightly kick him in the head, and he would return to his task.

The semester was nearly over, and for Hugo it could not finish too soon. He had worked hard and quickly to get through Gabriela’s college work, hoping that once he had finished it all, and she went on her summer vacation, he would be free, at least for a while.

—-

Hugo crouched beside the laptop, putting the final touches to Gabriela’s group project, and he moaned and trembled. Usually during their evening sessions in his office Gabriela ignored him for the most part, except for the occasional absent-minded stroke of her toes on his cheek. Today, however, she was paying him a lot more attention.

As he worked on the presentation, she had rubbed her bare, soft soles over his back, his neck, and his face, and it took all of his energy to focus. The project should have only taken him a couple of hours, but with her merciless teasing it was late into the night before he had finished bursa escort it.

Hugo’ erection raged in his pants. It had been two weeks since Gabriela had made him cum in his pants, and since then she had not allowed him more than a graze of her toes on his face. She had forbidden him from touching himself when he was at home, and so his cock now ached with the desperation of two weeks with no release.

Hugo saved the work and then bowed his head, indicating to Gabriela that he was finished.

“Good boy, puppy!” she cooed, “little puppy loves working hard for Daddy! Kiss.”

Gabriella presented a foot under Hugo’s face. Eagerly, he began to kiss the top of her little foot and the tops of her toes, relishing the feeling of her soft skin on his lips.

“Alright, that’s enough puppy,” she said, pulling her foot away from his face, “Don’t want you getting too excited, do we, puppy? Ow ewse you might have a wickle accident! Siwwy wickle puppy wuppy!”

Gabriela broke into laughter as she mocked him in a childish voice, and Hugo groaned at the tension in his cock.

“Now, little puppy, you know how you love me so much? How you would do anything for me? Well lucky you, because Daddy has a surprise for you!”

Hugo’s mind was filled with the frustration his throbbing cock, but panic entered his thoughts as she spoke.

“Daddy’s parents have made some phone calls to some friends at, you know, good Colleges, because Daddy is going to study Law after she leaves this shithole,” Gabriela told him, “but unfortunately, apparently Daddy’s academic record isn’t good enough to get me into those places, even with the recent improvements! Can you believe it, puppy?”

She brought her toes back underneath his nose. The delicious, cheesy aroma made his eyes roll back in his head, and he grunted.

“I know, puppy! I couldn’t believe it either! But you can help Daddy, puppy! Isn’t that exciting?” she cooed as she wriggled her toes under his nose, “Daddy can get into Harvard, and all she needs is to show consistent improvements in her grades next semester! You can help me with that, can’t you puppy?”

Panic caused Hugo to tremble, and Gabriela must have sensed this, because she immediately took her foot and used it to slide her flip-flops along the floor, leaving them directly under his face. Hugo looked down to see the dark sweat-prints of her toes and soles on the foam. Just as the strong, sweaty, cheesy smell of the flip-flops reached his nose, Gabriela planted her foot on the back of his head, and pushed his face down into them.

“Kiss, puppy, kiss and show Daddy how excited you are to help her all next year too!”

Hugo’s eyes stung from powerful stink of the flip-flops, and he began to kiss them as she had commanded.

—-

Hugo lay awake that night, and his heart raced. He had not slept well in weeks, and it had only gotten worse since his wife had started making him sleep on the couch.

He had been coming home at strange hours, too late to explain away with running, or the gym, or similar lies. He had said that he was working late, that this was a busy time of the year and that he had a lot of grading he needed to do. His wife asked why he couldn’t do his grading at home like he used to, and Hugo could not give her a good answer.

The sad thing was, even though Hugo’s wife did not believe his excuses, it was obvious to him that she did not care. He had not been kicked out of the bedroom after an argument; rather, his wife was simply sick of him waking her up at all hours when he got home.

Their marriage had not been good for a few years now, but the last month had been one of the worst he could recall. He was tired and irritable, and his body ached every day. They rarely had a conversation these days without snapping at each other, and his wife had made the determination that it was just easier to not speak to him at all.

As Hugo stared at the ceiling, he sobbed, and cursed himself for letting his life fall apart like this. He had let his foot fetish and his pathetic lust derail his life completely. He had allowed a bratty teenager, his most entitled and arrogant student, to seduce and destroy him with her feet.

Hugo told himself, again, that this all had to stop. He would pay her to delete the incriminating memory drive if he had to. Fuck, he would sign over his car if he had to, he would do fucking anything, but he could not keep letting a teenager degrade him for another year.

Hugo sat up, sweating and trembling, and went to his laptop. His fingers hovered over his keyboard for who knows how long, before he sent Gabriela an email from his college account:

“Dear Miss Márquez,

Please can we meet at noon tomorrow; there is something that we need to discuss.

Yours faithfully,

Professor Darcy”

Hugo sat back and breathed deeply, his heart pounding. He went to close the laptop, but was surprised by an immediate ping in his inbox.

“My dorm room. Number 23.” was all the reply said.

—–

Hugo felt sweat bursa eskort soak through his shirt as he approached Gabriela’s dorm building. He had emailed her last night, and again this morning, to tell her that he could not meet her in her dorm room, that it would look too strange and inappropriate for a college professor to be in a dorm building, never mind a student’s room. He asked, then begged her to come to his office instead. She did not reply.

And so, Hugo made his way through the doors of the dorm building. He hoped and prayed that it being the middle of the day would mean that there weren’t as many students around. He was ready to tell any suspicious students that he was meeting the RA to discuss some new pastoral support scheme. If he bumped into the RA, he hadn’t a fucking clue what he was going to say.

Hugo walked briskly through the foyer and up the stairs, feeling ridiculous as he checked around corners for any passing students, like the world’s most pathetic secret agent.

He arrived at room number 23, and knocked. His heart pounded as he waited for a response, checking over his shoulders and flinching at the faintest sound.

“Come in,” Gabriela’s voice called from behind the door.

Hugo opened the door and hurried into the room. He was immediately met with the pungent, floral aroma of marijuana, and he looked down to see Gabriela sitting on her bed, smoking a joint and inspecting her toenails. Erykah Badu played in the background, and Gabriela hummed along and bobbed her head to the music.

Gabriela was wearing a tight, little vest which accentuated her perfect, pert breasts, and she wore pyjama shorts that clung tightly to her smooth, olive thighs. She wore no makeup, and she was stunning.

“Dad-… Miss Márquez,” Hugo stuttered, trying his best to sound formal and confident, “We need to talk.”

Gabriela looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, then looked back down at her feet and continued to inspect her toenails.

“What is it, Hugo?” she asked, her soft voice a little sedate. She was definitely quite stoned.

Hugo considered trying to admonish her for smoking marijuana on college property, and in front of a member of staff, no less, but decided against pushing his luck.

“Miss Márquez, what has been happening… it can’t… it can’t continue. We can’t keep… I made mistakes, and I’m sorry. Please… what will it take to… to end this?”

Hugo’s voice shook as he spoke, and any attempt at confidence quickly broke down to obvious desperation.

Gabriela’s eyes were closed and her head swayed gently to the music.

“Please, Miss Márquez… I said this all needs to stop,” Hugo said a little more loudly and assertively.

Gabriela slowly opened her eyes and looked at him with a little smile, still swaying and bobbing her head to the music.

“Well, aren’t we full of confidence today, eh Hugo?” she said, before bursting into a fit of giggles, “And tell me, Professor, why I would want to end our little arrangement, exactly?”

“It… we… it’s wrong…” Hugo stammered.

Gabriela laughed harder, and took another draw from her joint.

“Oh really? Is it wrong, Hugo? Is it wrong that you perv on your students? Is it wrong that you are turned on so much by my feet that you blow your load in your fucking pants just by touching them, kissing them, smelling them?”

As she spoke, Gabriella sat back and stretched her legs out on the bed, so that her feet came towards Hugo. She started to gently rub her feet together and wriggle her toes.

“Y- yes, it is wrong… and I’m sorry,” he muttered, trying and failing not to stare down at her feet.

“Oh Hugo, I had no idea you felt that way!” she mocked, smiling at him, “I would have never guessed, given how happy you always seemed under my feet! From all your grunting and groaning when you sniffed them, I could have sworn you loved it!”

Gabriela lifted one of her feet from bed and raised it in the air in front of her, her sole directly facing Hugo. She spread and wriggled her toes, as she went back to inspecting them.

“Hmmm I can’t decide what colour to paint my nails, Hugo, so many options,” she cooed softly, “What do you think? I’m really feeling purple these days, maybe a different shade?”

Hugo gazed at her smooth little sole as she held it in front of his face, and he felt his cock begin to stir. Desperately, he looked away from the foot; he can’t let her win this way.

“Miss Márquez, please, this has to stop!” he said, his hands shaking.

“Okay, okay, jeez Professor! Who put a bee in your bonnet, eh?” she laughed, lowering her foot to the bed, “But what’s in it for me, Hugo?”

“I… I…” Hugo began, “I can give…”

“Oh, this should be funny,” Gabriela interrupted, “Actually, down on your knees Hugo. Begging should be done on your knees!”

“No, Miss…”

“Hugo! Down.”

Hugo winced as Gabriela’s sharpness cut through him, and he dropped to his knees at the end of her bed.

“Good boy,” she giggled, her tone now giddy again, and she took another draw from her joint. “Now, you were telling me what’s in it for me?”

Gabriela continued to rub her feet together and wriggle her toes, and Hugo was now so close to her soles that he could faintly smell the aroma of lotion and cheese.

“I can pay you!” he whimpered desperately, “I can give you money!”

Gabriela coughed on the smoke from her joint as she burst out laughing at him.

“My car! You can have my car!” he blurted, panicked and scrambling, “What do you want? I’ll give it to you!”

Gabriela’s coughing settled, but her laughter did not.

“Oh, Hugo, stupid little Hugo, that’s so funny! I have money, dumbass, I have more money than you, and I’m 19 years old. And why in the fuck would I want that piece of shit car you drive? Honestly, Hugo, you are so stupid! My parents wouldn’t let me park that shit-heap in the driveway!”

Hugo felt tears build behind his eyes.

“Please, what do you want? I’ll do anything…” he groaned.

Gabriela sighed.

“What I want, Hugo is to paint my nails and relax. Is that too much to ask for, Hugo?”

As she spoke, Gabriela pouted her lips into a mock sad face.

“But I tell you what, Hugo. I’m not a monster, so if you help me with painting my nails, we can call it all Even-Stevens, and you won’t have to worry about serving me anymore! You can go back to whatever little existence you had before, and I’ll go back to ignoring you. Sound good?”

Hugo knew this was too good to be true, and that she must be up to something, but he was desperate.

“Well Hugo, what do you think? Can you do one last thing for me, and help me paint my nails? And then you’ll never have to do anything for me ever again!”

“Y-… yes, Miss Márquez…”

“Good!” she cried, and she began to shuffle her perfect ass towards him on the bed. “Now, of course Hugo, you’ve told me that getting turned on by my feet is wrong, and that cumming in your pants for your teenage student is wrong, so there definitely won’t be any of that going on, will there?”

She now sat at the edge of the bed in front of Hugo, and gathered her brush and polish for her toenails.

“Because if you can’t even get through something like helping me paint my nails without blowing your silly little load, well, I would just have to take that as a sign that you don’t think it’s wrong at all, and that you actually love to serve me after all!”

Hugo looked up into Gabriela’s pink, stoned eyes. She looked back at him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Well, Professor? Do we have a deal?”

Hugo nodded, and reached over to pick up the polish and brush. Before his hand could reach them, Gabriela had picked them up herself.

Suddenly, she lifted one of her feet and planted her gorgeous little sole onto Hugo’s face. Hugo froze, as the cheesy odour of her foot worked its way into his nostrils.

“Oh no, Hugo, I wouldn’t trust you to actually paint my nails for me. Are you kidding?” she laughed, “I just need somewhere to rest them while I do it! So, hold still, because if you make me make any mistakes, I will be very annoyed.”

Hugo groaned under her sole, breathing deeply. As she took the brush and began to work on the first nail, Hugo’s cock hardened fully.

“Oh dear, Hugo, now that looks like you’re enjoying having your student’s foot in your face! Tut, tut, Hugo, I thought you said that was wrong?” Gabriela laughed, as she delicately painted the nail, “I’m beginning to wonder if you meant it! We’ll see if you can keep from cumming yourself; that will really be the decider, won’t it!”

Hugo’s eyes were glazed over and his mind was engulfed in odour of her foot. The soft skin of her supple sole was heaven on his face, and he felt his cock start to throb.

Oh, Fuck. Hugo felt his orgasm start to build already.

He clenched down on every muscle in his groin, desperate to hold back his orgasm. He was so close to freedom, and he had to hold on. He couldn’t let his pathetic cock betray him. He could not let her win.

Hugo’s body tensed and trembled as he fought to hold back his climax.

“Struggling, are we?” Gabriela teased, inspecting and admiring the paint on her first toe. She then removed her foot from his face and presented the toe to Hugo. “Blow.”

Hugo’s cock relaxed slightly as she took away her foot, and the oncoming orgasm temporarily subsided. He blew softly on her toenail until she was satisfied. Then, without a word, she put her sole back onto his face and began to paint the next nail, and his struggle began again.

It wasn’t supposed to go this way.

Hugo’s torment continued this way for what felt like hours. As Gabriela rested her foot on his face and painted her nails, he was constantly at the edge of orgasm and had to fight with everything had not to give in. He tried to think of disgusting things, but his mind was filled with the smell of her foot and the feeling of her skin on his face.

Many times, it almost became too much to resist and he would nearly cum. He would tense with everything he had, so much so that his body would shake. Gabriela would scold him and tell him to hold still, but it would only be when she removed her foot from his face to have him blow on her toes that he would get any reprieve.

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When I opened the front door from, the quiet was overwhelming, and I knew my wife was not home.

My wife, Pearl, is a very attractive 38 year old, sexy woman that every man would love to have for his lifemate.

I, on the other hand, am just an average bloke who got very lucky to marry such a woman as Pearl.

I took my shoes off, and went to the fridge for a cold beer, thinking she went shopping or just out for a drink with her friends when a text hits my phone; it’s from Pearl.

“Hey babe, come to this party. Here’s the address.”

It was Friday night, kind of out of character for her, but I figured, why not.

I pull in the driveway to find it’s not much of a party as there is only one car around the whole house.

My Pearl opens the door, “Hi baby! Come with me.”

She excitedly grabs my hand and leads me down the hallway into a small room. As soon as I step inside, there is a foggy odor that makes me very light headed: and very horny!

“Take off all of your clothes” Pearl said as she went to the closet.

I’m not sure if the foggy odor in the room did something to my brain, but I immediately only wanted to do what she told me to do. It was as if I was her puppet.

I had all of my clothes off before she came out of the closet with a big box. She set the box down on a small table that was next to the only chair in the room.

“Come here.” she demanded as she pulled out the first item from the box and sat in the chair.

She fastened this pink device around my balls, and told me that I will get used to this in no time. She pushed my penis into a pink cap, attached it to the part around my balls, and locked it in place.

“There. Now you have a pussy!” she said with a big smile.

I looked at myself in the mirror on the wall, and it really did look like I had a pussy where my cock used to be.

Pulling out another item from the box, she stood up and commanded me to sit in the chair.

“Stick out your legs so I can slip these on.” Pearl demanded.

Fishnet stockings were rolled on my legs. I must admit, they felt erotic! Coupled with my new pussycock and these submissive feelings, I wanted more, and I did not know why! The submissive in me was Casibom Giriş all I desired. Looking back, the fog must have had something to do with it.

“Stilletos will go nice with these.” she stated.

After putting high heeled shoes on my stocking covered feet, She fastened padlocks to the straps.

“Stand up.” she commanded.

A maids sexy nighty was draped over my head.

“Put your arms through here,” she said.

It was sexy. Standing up, it barely covered my ‘pussy’.

Next item out of the box was a big dildo with a suction cup. and some lubricant.

“I want you to lube this up, put it inside your ass and sit down: all the way down.” she demanded.

I couldn’t sit all the way because of the pain, but she pushed my shoulders down until my butt was on the chair.

“Oh!” I gasped.

She pulled out a sexy wig, put it on me, and styled it just the way she wanted it.

“We’re almost ready for your life changing experience.” She said while putting lipstick on me.

I looked in the mirror and saw a pretty sissy. Not a girl, but a pretty submissive sissy.

Rolling out a monitor on wheels in front of me, she said “The show is about to start.”

She turned around and put her beautiful ass in my face.

“Kiss it three times.”

I was on my third kiss when she grabbed the back of my head into her ass, leaving my lipstick prints on her firm booty.

On the screen was a bed, dressed in silk sheets. Pearl came into view, and got on all fours facing the camera for me to see her face. She was naked and gorgeous. She gave me a wink and a smile.

The dildo in my ass, the pussycage on my cock, combined with being all dolled up like a sissy was really stirring up my sexual desires as I watched my wife on the bed looking so sexy.

Next, a well built man came in wearing a mask. His cock was huge! He got behind her, caressed the tip of his giant cock up and down my wifes fabulous pussy.

She looked at the camera with the most seductive and dominate eyes I’ve ever seen, and my locked cock had precum leaking out of the lips of my pussycage.

My ass was clenching the dildo in uncontrollable pulses Casibom bonus as he shoved his cock inside my wifes pussy.

She was still looking into the camera. The expression on her face told me she was in ecstasy, and in total control of my whole being.

I came so hard that even with this pink pussycage keeping my cock soft and tiny, it splattered all over the monitor. She was so sexy getting pounded, riding his mighty cock into a climax that I came again.

I have been officially emasculated, and turned into Pearl’s sissy cuckold, but the show wasn’t over.

I watched my wife fuck this man for over two hours as I sat on a big dildo, wearing a wig, lipstick, frilly nighty, fishnet stocking, high heeled shoes with my cock locked up tight to look like a pink pussy,…And I loved it!

About an hour after the ‘show’ was over, Pearl (my wife) entered my room in a savage leather outfit, looking very sexy and holding a whip.

“My sissy needs to know her place, and must get accustomed to regular whippings.”

Cracking the whip, she said “On your knees facing the chair.”

She pulled my nighty up so my ass was ready for her whip, got into position, and cracked her whip on my ass! “Who’s my sissy?” she asked.

It really hurt, and I knew this wasn’t a game anymore.

“I am” I replied.

She walked around to the back of the chair, leaned down to face me.

“You will be in chastity, sissy attire, and ready to serve me from now on.” she said sternly. “Start by begging to kiss my ass.”

It was no secret that I loved kissing her perfect booty.

“Please let me kiss your ass Pearl” I begged.

Standing straight up with a very dominating and sexy smile, she presented her leathercladded ass in my face.

“Three kisses. Then you will go clean my house.” She commanded.

I was in a sort of trance as I passionately kissed her beautiful ass that I didn’t realize the significance of the day’s events of my new role: Pearl’s sissy cuckold maid.

Driving home in sissy attire, and caged while she stayed, the reality hit home. I only desired to do whatever Pearl tells me.

She told me she’d be home in a while, Casibom güvenilir mi? to clean the house, and ready to serve.

I was so turned on thinking of my wife’s pussy getting pounded, while her husband is now her sissy cuckold maid, cum shot out of my pussycage.

It happened uncontrollably while I was washing her panties by hand.

As I was cleaning my spurt up, she had come home and was standing in the doorway.

“Liking your new role? Come upstairs and run me a bath, unless you want to clean my cum filled pussy with your tongue?'” she asked.

We both knew which option I would choose.

Leading me to our bedroom by my hand, she said “I really need to get a collar and leash for you. How would you like that, sissy?”

Almost tripping in my high heels going upstairs.

“I think I would like being led by you with a leash.” I submittedly replied.

She paused on the stairs, turned to face me, “Such a good girl.”

Once we got in our bedroom, she told me, “I changed my mind about you licking my pussy tonight, I’d much rather you pull up the chair, and caress my body with lotion while I fall to sleep.” As heartbroken as I was, I pulled a chair next to the bed.

“Oh, and sit on the big dildo in my top drawer.” she commanded.

In her drawer was the biggest sex toy I’ve ever seen.

“This!” I exclaimed.

Giving me a stern look, she commanded “This is what I want. You are now my sissy cuckold maid. Do it. and do not ever question my instructions again!”

Following her instructions, I attempted to get the whole monstrous dildo inside me, but halfway was all I could manage. It was very uncomfortable because I could not sit down without my legs taking my weight to hold me up.

“Wouldn’t it be better to take it all so you can sit?” Pearl asked. “Take it all and I may allow you to kiss my butt.”

That was just the motivation I needed. I had to bounce up and down, up and down, and up and down until it was entirely inside me, and finally sitting on the chair.

“Good girl. It’s called ‘The pussymaker’ and the manual says that once your sissy takes it all in, there is no going back.”

Trying to catch my breath, and wrap my head around what she just said, all I could focus on was this giant that was inside me.

Noticing the effect of sitting on this ‘pussymaker’ had on me, she gave me a very sympathetic look.

“Oh baby. You’ve been through a lot today. Just stay there tonight and watch me sleep.” She said while rolling over, giving me the best view of her beautiful ass.

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(Chapters 72-78 of ‘Devoted Wife to Ultimate Fucktoy’. For a full summary of the story so far, see the beginning of Part 13.

In the last part, Josh, Orlando, Craig, and Andre continued working together to oversee Gina and Kim’s cumwhore training. The men decided that Gina should attend a ‘Night of Lust’ party at the Club Hedonic, which will give her more opportunities for casual sex than she has ever had. Kim couldn’t attend because she had plans with her husband, but Gina has been preparing herself to go to the party, hoping that it will be enough to give her the edge over Kim in becoming the ultimate cumwhore.)

72

Gina had two weeks to prepare for the Night of Lust party at Club Hedonic. Since Josh, Orlando, Craig, and Andre were now working together as a team to oversee Gina’s (and Kim’s) cumwhore training, she was leaving it to them to decide what Gina would do on the night.

On Saturday, she went to Josh’s apartment, where he fucked her for what was incredibly only the second ever time. Gina was so pleased, though, that Josh was no longer teasing her by withholding full-blown sex with her. Now that it had happened once, Josh seemed determined to fuck Gina regularly from then on.

While Josh was tying her to his bed, like he had done the previous Monday, Gina told him all about how she had an unplanned threesome with Kim and Ben the night before.

Josh was amused and said, ‘It’s interesting how Kim is practically throwing her husband into your arms now that she’s having an affair with me.’

‘Do I have your permission to continue fucking Ben?’ Gina asked while Josh tightened the ties around her ankles. She was lying face down on Josh’s bed with her legs spread wide open, wearing only her CUMWHORE collar and red high heels. Her asshole was already lubed up with an extra-large butt-plug inserted in it. Josh was naked too and his gigantic cock was fully erect.

‘I don’t merely give you permission — I insist you continue whoring yourself for him!’ Josh said. ‘Whenever I fuck Kim, which will be at least once a week from now on, she is in competition with you. It should be the same with Ben. Every time you have sex with him, you should be trying to offer him something extra special, something that Kim can’t provide him with at home. Do you understand?’

‘I do,’ she said.

The final touch to Josh’s preparation was to put a ball-gag into Gina’s mouth and fasten the strap.

When Gina arrived at his apartment earlier, they had discussed the Night of Lust party and he told her it had been agreed that he, Orlando, Craig, and Andre would all attend the party with Gina. The four guys were already talking about the party as a major step in Gina’s cumwhore training, so they all wanted to be involved in making sure she got the most from the opportunity.

Now, as Josh took the butt-plug out of Gina’s ass and prepared to fuck her hard, he wanted to explain in more detail what would happen at the party.

‘The final decisions about who you have sex with at the party will be made by me,’ he said, guiding the tip of his bulging cock to the entrance to Gina’s ass. ‘I’m taking the choices out of your hands. I will have final say over what you wear and who you fuck.’ Gina moaned loudly through the ball-gag as the entire head of Josh’s cock entered her ass. ‘Craig, Orlando, and Andre have suggested some men they know who they believe will be good for you. I also have a couple of guys in mind from the bdsm scene who would certainly enjoy subjugating you. I’m going to think about it more before I decide on the appropriate men.’

Josh eased the first few inches of his cock into her ass and, like the first time, it felt to her like it was too much, like his cock was too big for her. And the fact that Ben had fucked her in the ass the night before meant that she was a bit more tender. But her rigorous training with Orlando and Craig was paying off again because she could feel herself quickly adjusting to Josh, who now had over half of his cock in her ass and was pushing even deeper. Josh could stretch her ass more than any other man, and she would need the practice with him in order to be ready for the Night of Lust party.

‘Men are going to be drawn to you when they see you,’ Josh continued as he started moving his cock in and out of her ass. Gina moaned loudly with each motion, but it didn’t deter him. On the contrary, it encouraged him to go deeper so he could make her moans even louder. ‘There will be plenty of random guys who will want a turn with you, and I will decide on that too.’

Even though Gina had no idea who she was going to fuck at the party, it was clear that it was going to be a lot of men — much much more than she had ever fucked in one night. The thought of it overwhelmed her, but the way she was adjusting to Josh’s cock in her ass now and giving him an amazing fuck despite his extra-large size, gave her confidence that she could rise to the challenge.

‘It’s a pity Kim can’t be there because casibom I would like to see how she would handle herself at a party like that,’ Josh said, reminding Gina that she wasn’t the only woman he was training. ‘Then again, it might be too early in her training to expose her to it.’

Josh prolonged the anal fuck, deliberately trying to push Gina to her limit, before finally cumming hard deep in her ass.

Afterwards, he was much more considerate than he had been after their first fuck on Monday. He untied Gina and took off her ball-gag straight after he pulled his cock out of her ass. He then lifted her up in his powerful arms and carried her out to the sofa. Gina loved when he picked her up like this, which was usually before sex as a show of his impressive strength and to highlight how petite she was in comparison with him. But it was also nice now that she was exhausted to be handled by him. She loved the excitement of being submissive with him, which was something she had rarely experienced when she was married to Matt. Josh had opened up this new arena of erotic pleasure and it had become like a drug, a feeling she couldn’t get enough of and that was leading her into new experiences that would have been unthinkable for her even six months ago.

Josh poured a glass of wine for each of them and she stayed for another couple of hours. Even when they chatted about normal things like work, Gina remained naked except for her CUMWHORE collar and high heels. Josh got dressed, but she knew that she was forbidden to put on clothes until she was leaving.

73

During the following week, Gina went to lots of clothes shops after work in search of the perfect outfit for the Night of Lust party. She brought her CUMWHORE collar in her handbag so that she could try it on with each outfit in the changing rooms, take photos in the full-length mirrors, and send them to Josh for his approval.

She must have tried on about 20 different outfits before she found the one that Josh approved of: a gold-coloured backless mini-dress. At the front, it hung down in elegant folds over her cleavage, held up by a single tie at the back of her neck. When the knot was untied, the whole top of her dress fell down, revealing her tits. But the best part of the dress was that it was so high up on her thighs that it left her legs and even some of her ass exposed, depending on how she moved. There was also a large slit at each hip, which made her panties partly visible. And if she wasn’t wearing any underwear, as she was sure she wouldn’t be for most of the party, that could also be seen.

Gina felt herself getting wet just seeing her reflection in the mirror when she first put it on. When she added the high heels and collar, it took it to an even higher level. Everything about the outfit screamed that it was ideal for a cumwhore, for a woman who just wanted to be used by man after man after man. She smiled when she sent the photo to Josh and he replied a few seconds later with the word she had been waiting for: ‘Perfect’.

Gina was so excited after buying it and she was extremely glad that Andre would be coming over to her house later. It would be the first time that Andre took a turn overseeing her home workout. Gina was already looking forward to showing him the routine she had established with Orlando and Craig, and of course finishing by bringing him into her bedroom so that he could stretch her ass and eventually fuck her the way the other guys always did. But she was even more excited now because she wanted to show off her new outfit.

Although she was tempted to meet him at the front door wearing the new outfit, she resisted and wore her usual tight-fitting gym wear instead. It was Tuesday evening and she hadn’t had sex since Saturday at Josh’s apartment. And while that might not have been long for most women, it felt like a long time for Gina who was more concerned than ever about her cumwhore training.

‘Andre, welcome!’ she said when she opened her front door to him at 7pm.

‘Hi Gina, it’s lovely to see you,’ Andre said politely, stepping inside and kissing her once on the cheek. ‘I had to come straight from work. I didn’t get time to swing by my apartment to get my gym clothes.’

‘Oh how convenient!’ Gina joked, closing the door behind him and taking his coat. ‘Well, you know that the routine with Orlando and Craig is to do most of the workout naked, so you’ll be fine…’

‘That’s what I figured,’ Andre said and smiled.

‘My home gym is upstairs,’ Gina said. ‘Are you ready to get started?’

‘That would be amazing,’ Andre said, and Gina led the way upstairs. ‘So, do you live here on your own now?’Andre said looking around as he followed her up. He noticed that some of her wedding photos were still on display in the sitting-room.

‘Yes, my husband moved out soon after the separation and our daughter is away in university.’

‘I see… I don’t mean to pry — I’m just curious. Casibom slot oyunları Are you and your husband divorcing?’

‘In light of everything that’s happened in the last few months, I’d say that’s very likely!’ Gina said and smiled. ‘Right now, Matt and I are still married. We haven’t started formal proceedings for the divorce, but I suppose it’s only a matter of time…’

Gina was already taking off her top as she passed by her bedroom and into the home gym. She continued undressing as she stepped onto the matt in the middle of the room, and she didn’t stop until she was completely naked. She folded her gym clothes and placed them neatly on a chair. It was all very habitual for her — she was just doing what she always did when Orlando and Craig came over to oversee her workouts.

Andre, though, wasn’t used to any of it. And even though he knew what to expect, he was still shocked to see Gina strip naked and immediately get into stretching out on the matt. He was standing inside the door, looking at her and taking in the gym set-up, with the weights of various size and the miscellaneous home gym gear.

‘This is a nice set-up,’ he said rather awkwardly.

‘Thanks — Orlando helped me set it up,’ Gina said, as she continued stretching. She moved onto some yoga moves, including downward dog, which gave Andre a mouth-watering view of her incredibly toned bare ass and thighs. ‘I love coming in here. It’s a great place to unwind,’ she said.

Andre started unbuttoning his shirt, figuring he’d better adjust and do what he came her to do, which was to show he could be useful to Gina in her cumwhore training. He felt slightly awkward about the fact that he already had a raging hard-on from observing Gina. He continued taking off his pants anyway, followed by his underwear, and he set his clothes aside on a chair next to Gina’s.

Gina smiled as she watched him return to the mat naked.

‘Are you more comfortable now?’ she quipped.

‘Yes, although this feels highly unprofessional of me!’ Andre said with a wry smile, gesturing at his hard cock. ‘Does my erection bother you?’

‘Absolutely not!’ Gina said, continuing with her stretches. ‘Even Orlando and Craig spend most of the workouts with rock-hard cocks, despite being gay. They find the situation very erotic, training me to be the ultimate cumwhore. Plus, they must at least be bi-curious because the way they both fuck me can’t be faked! It’s so obvious how much they enjoy fucking my ass.’

‘I can absolutely relate to that!’ Andre said as he got down on the mat and began doing sit ups.

Andre’s position, lying on his back close to her, was very enticing for Gina. His cock was already dripping with pre-cum and it would have been so easy for her to just start sucking him off right there. But she knew it was better to resist and wait until they were in the bedroom. She wanted Andre to become a regular like Orlando and Craig in overseeing her workouts, so it was important to follow the same routine.

Andre had to try hard to focus too, but he was doing a good job because he was obviously serious about helping her. His approach in the gym was more based around weights and resistance training, which Gina was more than happy to go along with. He stayed close to her, occasionally touching off her, as she progressed through the challenges that he set for her of moving up to heavier weights.

Gina did all this in a state of extremely high arousal and feeling her pussy flooded with her juices. She had been excited ever since buying the outfit earlier but that had increased a thousand-fold since Andre arrived. They were both incredibly turned on, and Gina wasn’t sure how they were managing to hold back and not fuck right there on the mat. The fact that Andre was restraining himself was very sexy to her because it showed how committed he was to being part of her cumwhore training. Occasionally, his hard cock would touch off her thigh or her hip or get in the way when he was positioned close to her while instructing her. But even then, he would find a way to resist.

As she continued lifting the weights, toning her arms even more under his guidance, Gina knew that she was going to reward him very soon in the bedroom. She would show her appreciation by being just as meticulous and committed with him in pleasuring his cock.

Gina finished off the workout as she usually did with Orlando or Craig: by putting on her red high heels and CUMWHORE collar. She ended with some light yoga moves and deep breathing exercises, while keeping her eyes fixed on Andre’s very impressive body, paying special attention to his muscular arms and his bulging cock, which had stayed rock-hard throughout the workout.

‘So, Josh tells me that you and the guys have been planning what I’m going to do at the Night of Lust party,’ Gina said. ‘Care to give me a hint about what you’ve planned for me?’

‘All I can say is Casibom hakkında that this sort of training we are doing now and what we’re going to do after this… well, it’s going to be very useful to you!’ Andre said. ‘I’m sure it’s no surprise to you, but you’re going to be fucking a lot of men at the party!’

‘That’s what I was hoping!’

A moment later, Gina stood up and asked Andre to join her in the bedroom in a couple of minutes because she had something to show him.

Andre finished up his workout and then walked across the landing to Gina’s bedroom. The door was wide open, and he instantly caught sight of one of the most erotic visions he had ever seen. Gina was standing in front of the mirror, wearing her new gold mini dress, high heels, and collar. She turned and smiled at him when he walked into the bedroom.

‘What do you think? This is the outfit I’m going to wear to the Night of Lust party.’

He stared at her for another moment, open-mouthed, stunned, before eventually stepping closer and saying, ‘Fucking breathtaking, Gina! Men are going to be all over you!’

‘I’m glad you like it,’ Gina said. Andre came up and stood behind her while they both stared at her reflection in the mirror. ‘I think I’m ready to really let go,’ she said. ‘If I’m going to a party like this and it’s a new stage in my cumwhore training, it’s only right that I should try to be a cock-magnet! The way I’m approaching it is that after five or six guys have fucked me, the numbers won’t matter so much anymore. I’ll just keeping taking cocks until the party is over.’

Andre couldn’t restrain himself any further. While Gina was still standing in front of him, he guided his cock under her mini-dress, between her legs, and slid the first few inches of his hard cock into her dripping-wet pussy. A second later, he pushed the rest of his cock inside.

‘Naughty boy!’ Gina said, smiling at his reflection in the mirror. ‘You’re only supposed to open my ass!’

‘I’ll do that too!’ Andre said and slowly moved his entire shaft in and out of her pussy. He had both his arms wrapped around her body to prevent her from losing her balance while he screwed her.

Andre pulled out after a couple of minutes, but only so he could carry her to her bed and throw her down on it, landing her on her back.

‘Andre, I’m so glad you’ll be training me too,’ Gina said as she looked up at him and opened her legs. She felt like such a whore inviting yet another man into what used to be her marriage bed.

All her dildos and butt-plugs and anal-training accessories were laid out on the bed, but Andre had no use for them yet. He climbed on top of her and continued fucking her pussy as lustfully as before.

It occurred to her that this was the first time that Andre had ever fucked her bareback, which made it even more thrilling because she wanted to have one of his huge loads inside her.

He slowed down for a moment, while continuing to screw her deep.

‘I’m really glad too that we’re doing this,’ he said. His face was inches from hers, and he looked into her eyes before kissing her on the lips. ‘I’d like to come round here at least once a week…’

‘That’s what I want,’ Gina said between moans. ‘Orlando and Craig are here once a week and I’d like this to become a regular thing with you too.’

A few minutes into the fuck, Andre rolled around on the bed taking Gina with him, so that he was on his back and she was lying on top of him. He then reached beside him for some lube and started finger her ass. With his cock still deep inside her pussy, he took a large dildo and slowly eased the tip into her ass.

‘I love this twist on training my ass!’ Gina said. ‘Usually, Orlando and Craig spread my legs wide on the bed and open up my ass, but I like this too!’

‘When I come to your house, I want you to expect all your holes to be used! I like to make the most of you!’

Andre took the dildo out of her ass and replaced it with a large butt-plug, before pulling his cock out of her pussy and kneeling on the bed. Gina responded instantly by turning her body around, kneeling with her face in front of his cock, and devouring his cock with her mouth.

‘I love seeing how insatiable you are,’ Gina said, taking a break from sucking him hard and continuing again.

‘This is how I am around you,’ Andre said, running his hands through her blonde hair. ‘No other woman has this effect on me.’

Andre slowed the pace down when the time came for him to lay Gina out on her front with her legs spread wide open, taking out the butt-plug and replacing it with his cock. Gina closed her eyes as he gently screwed his thick cock into her ass. It gave her extra enjoyment that she was starting to get to know how Andre’s cock felt in her ass, and how it contrasted with Orlando’s, Craig’s, Ben’s, and Josh’s. Each guy had their own distinct feel, their own way of pushing deeper into her ass, and it made her feel like such an incredible slut that she had five guys who she fucked regularly and was getting to know the uniqueness of each of them.

Of all the other guys, Andre felt more like Orlando because it was like he was savouring every moment and every sensation of fucking her in the ass. Craig, Ben, and Josh were more animalistic by comparison, which she also thoroughly enjoyed.

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Lucas took a small, jerking step in the direction of their new table, but he wasn’t able to proceed along any farther. His brain simply didn’t have the attention to spare for moving his legs. He was gaping, utterly dumbfounded, at the statuesque pillar of feminine curves in front of him that was Brooke. He couldn’t seem to focus on one aspect of her in particular that deserved more attention than the next — his eyes were jumping helplessly from one feature to another. The way that her violet dress was now showing signs of strain as they strove valiantly to contain her luscious thighs and mighty hips…the dramatic and eye-poppingly alluring shift from the wide curve of her hips to her comparatively-tiny waist, completing the most breathtaking and vivid hourglass figure that Lucas (or anyone else in the restaurant) had ever seen…the twin, heavy globes of her H-cups that were now unquestionably threatening to burst through the bust of her dress, right in his face, the impinges of her nipples poking through more obviously than ever…he could smell a heavy, sweet, and maddeningly intoxicating scent that was wafting towards his nose from the long, tight, dark line of her cleavage, making his eyes veritably flutter with arousal. Her solid, feminine, well-formed arms, arranged in captivating crooks as she put her hands on her hips slowly, waiting for him…the elongated, alabaster, curving colonnade of her neck a it arched down at him expectantly, all supporting…her elegant head…and her captivatingly gorgeous face.

As he stared up at Brooke, unable to move beyond his first lurching motion, Lucas could have easily been convinced that such a face had descended from the heavens above. It was shocking, stunning, how beautiful she had become. And yet, in the back of his mind, Lucas still harbored a realization that was beginning to slowly inundate his thoughts — he was still pressing down on the remote in his pocket, and he could see, subtly but unmistakably, the telltale swelling and burgeoning of Brooke’s flesh all over her already-tremendous body. She was still growing…and even more enthrallingly for Lucas, she was becoming more and more beautiful. Lucas focused his eyes on her bust and watched as it slowly but surely continued to rise along with the rest of her body.

‘She’s already a 10 out of 10,’ Lucas thought to himself, his arousal stumping him in place, ‘But…I’m still pressing the button. What would…an 11 look like…a 12? A 20!?!’

His chest rose and fell with increased cadence. In this moment, he had completely forgotten about his surroundings — he had forgotten that he was in one of the fanciest restaurants in town, forgotten his indignation at Brooke effortlessly humiliating him seconds before, forgotten everything, except the sheer and exquisite feminine being standing before him. He tried to swallow, but his mouth and throat were so dry that he actually coughed a little, quite literally choking on his astonishment.

“Having a little trouble there?” came the lovely liquid of Brooke’s voice, meandering like a delicious river through the air to his ears. Lucas finally was able to force himself to swallow, and he gulped air a few times, trying to speak.

“I…I j-just…I’m –” he stammered, utterly incapable.

“How about,” chuckled Brooke, “You just follow after me, huh?”

She swung her hips out, knocking gently against him (whether she intended to or not) and sending him stumbling backward a bit. He couldn’t believe how firm and solid she was, or how easily she had mustered the strength, power, and momentum from her stationary position just a second before. But he had to collect himself and follow her, because her body was rapidly getting farther away — she was already walking towards their new table, and Lucas finally managed to infuse his legs with the will to continue forward. As he did so, he was able to admire Brooke’s ass from behind, as she walked — her cheeks bounced crazily up and down, up and down, left and right, left and right, like they had minds of their own. Her ass was higher up than it had been before…closer in height to his stomach. She had grown so huge in her dress that the violet line of fabric now only came down to the top third of her thighs, and from behind, Lucas could even see the beginnings of the smooth curve where her ass cheeks blended together seamlessly with her creamy thighs. At this point, Brooke’s outfit was becoming inappropriate for the restaurant setting, but that was the last thing on Lucas’s mind. He had to catch up to her…sit next to her…take her in…as he watched her becoming more with each passing moment.

“Ahhhh, yessss, this is much better,” sighed Brooke pleasantly as she sank down into her new seat. Lucas watched her ass appear to swallow up a huge area of the booth as her body descended down, and then he found his eyes automatically flitting to her enormous, heavy breasts, which shook and jiggled with her descent. He saw her right Ankara escort breast actually begin to slip out of her dress as she sat down, but she noticed instantly and brought her hand up, latching her fingers around the fabric as she tugged it back in place. Lucas thought he caught a glimpse of her darkish-tan, beautiful areola, in a perfectly symmetrical circle. He felt himself go cold with lust, even as his insides were raging and roiling at a fever pitch — his body was a cacophony of contradictions, all thrown into disarray by the lascivious perfection in front of him.

As Brooke sat down, she straightened her right leg, seeming to stretch it out at first, but then lifted it up high in the air, so that, for a brief moment, her entire heels were over Lucas’s head. He didn’t know what she was doing, but he was stunned by the close-up view of her shapely calves — he only realized a second later that she had extended her leg out and up this way because she was crossing her legs. As she did so, he saw her thighs appear to swell even larger and firmer. Was it just because she had crossed them? Or because they were actually getting that much bigger?

“Lucas, come on,” Brooke was saying, laughing a little as she furrowed her brow, “Are you just gonna keep standing there staring at me, or are you gonna sit down like a normal person?”

He exhaled and walked forward mechanically, sitting down next to her, his hand still in his pocket. Their new table was such that they were actually sitting side by side, instead of across from each other, and Lucas was treated to a close-up view of Brooke’s thighs compared with his own — they rose above his immensely, completely dwarfing them. He wasn’t a small person by any means, but he had never felt so small before in his life — Brooke’s legs had to be at least twice the size of his by this point…and probably more. He turned his head slightly to the right, and seemed to sense that her heavy breasts were hanging hugely next to him, starting from where the top of his head began, and hanging down all the way, in heavy, low majesty, to his sternum. With both of them sitting down, Brooke seemed even bigger and taller than before, simply because the large cushion of her swelling ass cheeks gave her that much more of a height boost.

“So…Lucas,” intoned Brooke, making it more than evident that she was focusing him back to their conversation, “I know I got a little over your head there, but anyway, I’m just glad there are people at Braden I can go to to discuss those kinds of things. What about Trent? Would he be someone who would understand that kind of stuff?”

“T-Trent!?” choked Lucas, his rekindled indignation tearing him away from his preoccupation with Brooke’s thighs and breasts. “Trent!? He’s…he’s only an associate software engineer. He’s…he’s not even a senior one yet! Let alone an office manager like me!”

“Imagine that, having an office manager at a top 50 company who doesn’t know the properties of organolithium reagents,” Brooke muttered, almost to herself.

“I…what did you just –” Lucas began, feeling his face heat up even as he watched Brooke’s shoulders rising vertically above him, well past the top of his head at this point. She was expanding before him, her body ever so slowly creeping closer to his.

“So what kind of car do you drive, Lucas?” asked Brooke, seamlessly interrupting him as she folded her hands on the table. Her movement threw Lucas for another loop — it had been so deftly feminine, almost prim, and yet, the hugeness of her hands lent a definite weight and raw power to the simple motion. Lucas saw everything on the table rattle a bit from the shock wave of her contact.

“What?” sputtered Lucas, still reeling from ire, and now having to contend with a totally unexpected question. “Car?”

“Yes,” said Brooke quite simply, blinking at him as she continued looking down on him with that same slow, confident cool. “Car. What do you drive, Lucas?”

“I…drive a BMW,” he answered, sitting up a little straighter next to her. He didn’t realize it, but he had already started falling into a specific pattern of behavior that was designed to impress whoever it was he was talking to. He was proud of his car, and proud of the career accomplishments he felt that it symbolized…and embodied. It was a powerful car: sleek, fast, and well-made.

As Brooke spoke, she leaned back, unfolded her hands, and reached them up to her neck area. Lucas thought that she was about to adjust her dress again, but instead, she simply took off her necklace, bowing her magnificent head slightly in the process. She was just barely able to get it off her head, and Lucas realized that it had become far too small for her burgeoning body. He stared, mesmerized, as Brooke deposited the necklace into a pile that included her bracelet and rings that she had already taken off. She was shedding jewelry, and by the way that her body Escort Ankara (particularly her breasts, hips, and thighs) was pressing into her violet dress, it looked like the dress itself might be next.

Lucas felt his breath catch in his throat, and once again, he was nearly overwhelmed by the contradictions happening inside his head — he was still angry that Brooke had condescended to him so blatantly, but those emotions were fast evaporating in the wake of what was replacing them: a desire to impress Brooke, and an increasingly insistent realization that this woman was turning into a literal goddess in front of his very eyes. Her face had already begun to take on a dazzling quality that was beginning to approach…otherworldly dimensions. With each passing second, her beautiful aroma seemed to become all the more powerful; and in tandem, it felt to Lucas like he had ingested a few pills of Viagra, as his cock was growing forcefully against his will.

“I…y-yes, yes it’s a…a very nice car,” Lucas managed to say, briefly (and with considerable effort) taking his eyes off Brooke’s expanding cliff of breast flesh and bringing them up to Brooke’s face, which continued rising, ever so surely, up, up, and up, vertically above him. Was this her at an 11 out of 10? Or higher? It was starting to get hard to tell — they were in uncharted territory. And as soon as he made eye contact with Brooke, he had to dart his eyes away. The power, strength, and fluent confidence in her eyes were too much for him to take, as was the sinking feeling that she was mocking him again.

“A r-really…top of the line, machine,” he added, looking down at Brooke’s legs. She had just uncrossed them, apparently out of sheer practicality, since her legs were already beginning to crowd the larger table. And now she was stretching them out under the table; he saw the impressive muscle in her thighs gently swell underneath the smooth contours of her curves, and he felt himself growing increasingly desperate…and then, he felt her leg touch his leg, and he felt the warmth and vitality of her flesh flushing into his body from the source of contact.

“It…it can go 160 miles an hour,” Lucas forced out, “And…and it gets 67 miles per gallon. Not a lot of cars have both of those…those features, you know? It cost…well, it cost a lot of money, but, hehe…I mean, I could afford it.”

“Mmmm, I bet you feel big and powerful, driving that thing around, huh?” chuckled Brooke, grinning down at him. “But someone with your salary…as Office Manager of Braden…well, I’m sure it was a drop in the bucket.”

“Haha, well, uhh…let’s just say that I didn’t have to go on food stamps after I made the purchase,” laughed Lucas, blushing, not knowing whether he was actually making headway with this girl or whether she was just making fun of him some more. He didn’t want to look her in the eye, so it was hard to tell, just from the tone of her voice. But every time she chuckled, he felt like he had to work his way out of a temporary kind of paralysis — the sound just seemed to wash over him from on high, bathing his body in a wave of searingly-erotic feminine energy. Her voice, her laugh, even the sound of her breath, in inhales and exhales, went straight down into his crotch, titillating his cock with every accent. His member was growing more and more painfully erect, against his own will.

As Lucas continued to look at her body (and not her face), he could see her body continuing to rise up beside him, her hips and legs getting ever closer to his, as she continued growing up and up and up…

“What is your salary, by the way?” Brooke ventured, turning her head slightly sideways as she continued looking down at him. The question again caught Lucas off-guard, and he looked up at her. There was no question about it: her face was much higher above him than it had been before; he was met with the startling discovery that he actually had to look up past her nipples, which were pressing with increased energy and impatience into her violet dress, right at the level of his eyebrows.

“My…my salary?!” asked Lucas.

Brooke blinked slowly as she gave a long sigh out, flaring her nostrils slightly as the smile twitched a little on her immaculate mouth.

“Yes,” said Brooke simply. “Is it over or under $200,000?”

“Uhh…under,” replied Lucas, again feeling a desperate sense that this impossible bombshell was dismissing him. “B-but…but not by much.”

“Hmmm, yeah,” said Brooke slowly, her eyes still steadily regarding him. Lucas wasn’t looking at them directly (instead focusing on the elegant elongation of her exquisite neck), but had he just seen them flash green again!? He ventured a glance directly into her eyes, and saw nothing except two large, dark, endless wells of intense and overwhelming energy. He had to look away again.

“And you’re how old again?” she continued.

“I’m…36,” he answered, Escort Bayan feeling increasingly like she was cornering him.

“Uh-huh,” she said, sounding almost bored. She took her eyes off him and looked down at her hands, extending them out, and flexing and unflexing them as they sat on the table. Lucas watched in awe as her large palms expanded, and her long, strong fingers stretched outward. But even as his awe grew, so too did his anxiety, which only doubled when he saw Brooke look away from her hands and up around at the dining room at large. It was like she was trying to find something interesting to hone in on, to take in, to entertain herself with. Because whatever was happening at this table wasn’t doing it for her.

Lucas was understanding this much about Brooke’s attitude, and his powerlessness in the situation was making him sweat with anxiety. But more than anything else, as her body grew ever-closer to his, and evermore up and up above him, he felt himself consumed with a feverishly-growing lust to have Brooke surpass what she already was — with every second that passed, she became bigger, taller, and curvier in all the right places. Her breasts were now hanging even lower and heavier, and extending further outward than before — unquestionable I-cups. Her legs were longer and sleeker, and her heels were beginning to peek themselves out from underneath the opposite end of the long table. It didn’t seem possible that her body could be improved at each interval, and yet, like clockwork, it just kept happening, over and over and over again, driving Lucas to the heights of hot desire. And her beauty was the same way — Brooke was somehow passing into the realms of demi-goddesses before his eyes. No human girl or woman looked that beautiful, that uncannily stunning. It was so much for Lucas to take in that he was having to literally squirm in his seat, just to keep from cumming.

“You’ve been staring at my breasts for quite some time, Lucas.” Brooke’s liquid tones splashed over his engorged cock, and Lucas grit his teeth down hard, only just managing to keep himself from blowing his load straight into his pants right then and there. Her voice was literally pumping blood into his already-engorged cock; Lucas had no idea that he could get so hard, or so big. He hadn’t realized that he had been staring unabashedly at Brooke’s gargantuan expanding rack — his eyes shot up to hers in fear. She wasn’t angry or annoyed…or flirtatious or teasing, for that matter. It was impossible to read her deadpan expression. Lucas opened his mouth to say something in his own defense, but for the life of him, he couldn’t manage to make any noises come out.

“Are you a breast man?” Brooke continued, taking her big hands and using them to cup her even larger breasts. Leaning forward slightly towards Lucas, so that the tip of her left nipple just barely brushed his forehead, Brooke shook her breasts at him. If Lucas had used his hands to shake such mammoth, fleshy megaliths, he would have barely managed to cause a ripple. But Brooke, whose hands were much bigger and stronger, was able to send her twin fleshy cliffs of fat, heavy breast flesh positively trembling.

“If you’re interested in this body,” said Brooke, abruptly dropping her breasts back down in place as she indicated with an easy, open-palmed sweep of her hands over her breasts, hips, legs, and all the rest of her, “Then just say so.”

Lucas was close to hyperventilating at this point — having Brooke so blatantly and confidently call him out for staring at her, and so offhandedly, sexily refer to her own body, was nearly too much to handle. He wanted to be able to say something…anything…in response to her. But he was locked into a kind of erotic paralysis, which included, of course, keeping his thumb firmly pressed onto the remote in his pocket.

“Geez, I really am too much for you, aren’t I?” laughed Brooke, leaning back in the booth as she regarded Lucas with wide eyes and a toothy smile. At this point, she wasn’t even making fun of him anymore — instead, she was just marveling at the extent of his inability to behave like a normal human being around her. She made a point to glance straight down at his crotch, which by now was sporting the obvious tent of an erection, pointing straight upward like a teepee in his khakis. Lucas actually saw it this time…the green flash in her eyes…which lingered for a couple seconds longer than before. He looked up at her helplessly — the size of her body now completely hid the booth beneath her from view, even though it was a larger area than the chair she had been sitting in. His eyes were now no higher than the underside of her breasts, with both of them sitting down, and still she grew, taller, taller, and taller, beyond him.

“I mean, just look at you,” Brooke chuckled, her voice bordered with rosy amusement that teased his already-tormented cock, “I don’t think it’s a secret anymore how you feel about my body, Lucas. So you’re a fan of what the nanobots are doing to me, huh?”

Lucas could do nothing but nod his head.

“You like that they’ve made me have these niiiiice long legs, hrmmm?” Brooke extended out one of her legs and felt her thigh up and down with her hands.

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Authors note: This is currently a stand-alone story with heavy themes of cuckoldry, BDSM, lesbian domination (and, to a degree, female-on-male domination)

A second note: I have had this story in mind for a long time but never knew how to write it. This is also my first attempt to write a story from the dominant point of view. I hope I captured it properly.

*Lastly, thank you to Jordan Church and Katie_cat for helping me. I appreciate you both for giving me your time and talent.

The seduction of Kara

Autumn is now truly here.

As I looked over the balcony railing, I could see the leaves starting to change colour. The brisk, cool morning air was refreshing and helped me wake up. Sadly, I would have to start bundling up more now that the temperature is dropping. This might be the last day I could walk around in a long T-shirt and underwear.

This will be my first fall living in this apartment with my new roommate, Kara. I lucked out when I answered her ad for a roommate in the spring. I certainly didn’t deserve a view like this, nor many of the wonderful luxurious things now in my life, not after the things I’ve done.

Kara was inside our apartment, sitting sideways on the couch, her nose in her book. Or at least, that’s what she wanted me to think. Over the summer, I caught her sneaking peeks at me multiple times. Rather than being confrontational, I chose to lean into it. I started dressing more salaciously around the apartment, especially when I knew that Kara was home.

Just one more reason to be bummed out over the change of season. I will only be able to dress with a bit of indecency in the colder weather, and that will make it harder to tease my roommate.

Though it is still early, my afternoon is going to be busy. I have a job interview at a new up-and-coming restaurant downtown, and I must take a few buses to arrive on time.

To be clear, I wasn’t fired from my last waitressing gig. That said, I won’t return, not after what I did. It would be far too embarrassing and awkward.

Knowing that Kara was watching, I gave her one more show. I stretched big, my arms moving in a big arch, my hands meeting far above my head. The feeling was glorious as I stretched so big, rising to my tiptoes. The best part was that my long t-shirt rose with my arms to give Kara a slim peek at my booty.

As I relaxed from my stretch, I quickly turned on the balls of my feet to come back inside. Just like I had predicted, Kara had been staring. I watched her jump slightly, surprised at my rapid turn, and quickly she buried her face back into her book.

“It is certainly getting colder,” I said with a smirk. I could feel my nipples stiff from the cold outside air. You could even make out my barbell piercings. Kara looked up and immediately turned beat red, quickly looking back down.

“It’s a shame about the cold, but I’ve always loved fall. I love the changing of the leaves, the cosiness, and especially Halloween.” I said, taking a seat on the other side of the couch. I watched Kara pull her knees closer to her chin to give me more space.

“Halloween is always so fun. I love dressing up,” Kara said, visibly relaxing. Then, as if a light clicked on in her head, she said, “Oh! Ami, we should throw a Halloween party here. We could decorate the place and invite some friends and coworkers,”

Seeing Kara coming alive like this was infectious. I could not stop the smile that formed on my face, even if I wanted to.

“Maybe I’ll dress up like a sexy witch, and you can be my kinky black cat,” I flirted with her, resting my hand on her shin. I swear, I saw her tremble at the idea.

“I don’t think I could pull off a kinky cat,” Kara said, raising her book to hide her face better.

“Then, I’ll be the Kinky witch, and you can instead be my sexy black cat.” I bit my lip and gave Kara my best purring sound while digging my nails playfully into her shin.

“Oh! You know who’s kinky?” I blurted out, the memory springing to mind, “That fucking bitchy manager at that restaurant I used to work at.”

“The lady you were always complaining about?” Kara asked, her interest peaked.

“Yeah, hold on, I’ll get my phone. I have it all on video.” I said, then got up from the couch and went to grab my phone from the kitchen counter.

Our apartment was simple in design. The front door opened into the centre of a large rectangle, with the balcony and living room on the right side and the kitchen on the left–simple and spacious. Our bedrooms were down the hallway across from the front door, on the right, and the large bathroom and storage closet were on the left.

I returned to the couch and climbed over the armrest Kara had used as a backrest. I gave her a gentle push forward and settled in behind her. My back rested against the armrest, and my bare left leg was pinched between Kara and the sofa back.

I then grabbed Kara’s narrow waist and pulled her back slightly so she could rest comfortably into me. Her shoulder-length auburn hair tickled my nose slightly. Just like me, Kara was still wearing her pyjamas. Though hers were somewhat more modest, opting for a T-shirt and plaid pyjama shorts.

Kara crossed her legs and rested in my snuggle, still holding the book slightly open on whatever page she was on. My right hand held the phone up for both of us to watch, and my left hand reached around her left to press the play button.

Immediately, the dark video began playing, and the muffled sounds of a busy party sounded in the background. Bare feet were visible on a beige carpet. The video panned gradually up to display the edge of a bed. There were various adult toys lined up along the edge: dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps and paddles.

I felt Kara tense up at the sight of all the toys, but I continued to let the video play.

On the screen, a bare leg was bound to the corner of the bed. You could tell that the person filming the video was climbing onto the bed, knees shuffling forward briefly on screen.

“Oh, I just love your big collection of toys.” My voice purred through the cell phone speakers, “Does your husband enjoy tying you to bed?”

“I even can’t remember the last time he ever fucked me long enough for me to cum,” The woman tied to the bed said. The camera lifted higher, and a big, fully naked woman filled the screen. She was full-bodied; her large breasts hung slightly to her sides. The woman’s arms and legs were pulled to the respective corners of the bed. Her head was blindfolded and tilted towards the camera, resting on a pillow.

*WAP*

A hand came down, violently smacking the naked woman’s right breast. The blindfolded woman gasped out a scream and fruitlessly pulled against her restraints. I felt Kara jump and gasp as if in surprise as well.

“It’s Miss Ami from now on, slut.” My voice said harshly, “I do not give a fuck if it’s here or at work, whore. I’m not your fucking husband, and you will talk to me with respect. Am I understood?”

I felt a shiver run through Kara, her body buzzing with tension. The woman tied to the bed whimpered and writhed as my hand in the video roughly mauled her large tit before finally acquiescing. She whispered, “Yes… Miss Ami.”

I could feel Kara breathing harder, squirming between my legs as she watched intently. I also took the opportunity to readjust myself, resting my left elbow on my left raised knee between Kara and the couch’s backrest. I ‘let’ my arm bend at the elbow and hang loosely against Kara’s chest. The back of my left thumb ‘idly’ grazed against her rapidly hardening nipple.

“Mmm, good girl,” My voice purred through the speaker, then with a giggle, “I’ve always thought you were so uptight and needed a good fuck to fucking relax. I think maybe I was right,” The camera turned slowly, looking at all the toys beside the woman’s leg. The hand on the video reached out and picked up a large, purple dual vibrator.

With the press of a button, the large vibrator began loudly buzzing. The woman squirmed against her binds, trying to angle her vision to see what was going on, but the blindfold would not allow her. With another button press, the buzzing stopped, and my chuckling was heard.

“Open that big fucking mouth of yours. I know you probably have a lot to say, but I’m in charge now, and I don’t want to hear a fucking word aside from Yes, Miss Ami. Now… say ahh.” My words spoke through the phone. The video showed my hand plunging the vibrator into the blonde’s opened mouth.

I took the opportunity to continue idly running the back of my thumb against my distracted roommate’s breast. I strummed Kara’s stiff nipple up and down as she watched the video with deep interest.

“Her name is Lisa, my old manager. Her husband is the owner, and they hosted all the staff to celebrate the restaurant’s tenth anniversary. While Tim was downstairs getting drunk with the cooks, I was upstairs fucking his wife.” I spoke quietly into Kara’s ear.

I felt Kara wriggling slightly. Her breathing became somewhat laboured as the video showed me debasing my former manager on her marriage bed. The sound of Lisa’s gags rang through my phone’s speakers. I scraped the back of my nail, flicking it slightly off her swollen bud over her T-shirt. Kara let out the slightest moan, and the sound shivered through me.

“You are one talented cocksucker. Does Tim even know how good you are? I bet he doesn’t. You’ve probably not sucked his cock in years,” My voice goaded poor Lisa. The video showed my hand lifting and plunging the dildo repeatedly into Lisa’s mouth and, at one point, pushing it deep and holding it for long seconds.

My hand pulled the sizeable purple dildo from the bound woman’s mouth and lay it on her sternum, right between her plump breasts. Lisa gasped deeply for air. Saliva shimmered on her chin. My hand then came up and lightly slapped her before smearing her saliva everywhere.

“She loved it so much. You can’t see it in the video, but she was grinding against my thigh the whole time.” I whispered into Kara’s ear, and she let another light moan escape her lips as I tickled my nose against her ear. I took the opportunity to rearrange myself, lifting my left foot slightly and hugging it around Kara’s hip, resting my heel in the centre of her crossed legs, just above her sex.

The camera then panned back to the arrangement of toys, “I simply love your toy collection, slave. You’ve far more than me, though what should I expect from a slut like you,” my voice said. My hand reached out and grabbed a thin silver chain. Lifting it, you could see a tiny metal clothespin with rubber ends dangling from each chain end.

“I would have never guessed you to be such a pervert, Lisa. You’ve so many kinky toys here.” I said before jingling the chain up and down, letting the sound ring out to the blindfolded woman. Lisa was still panting from the oral she’d just performed on the dildo, but there was a quizzical look on her face as she tried to place the sound.

“Don’t worry, slave. You’ll get your reward. After you’ve earned it.” My hand pinched one of the tiny clothespins open and then closed it on Lisa’s left nipple. The girl gasped in surprise.

Kara was so into the video that I decided to surprise her. I pinched her nipple in time with the video, and she gasped and hissed in time with Lisa. I giggled and relaxed my pinch.

“Have you ever had nipple clamps on?” I said huskily into Kara’s ear. I used my nose to tickle her ear again slightly before biting her earlobe softly with my lips. I felt Kara shiver at the tickle, then moan at the nip. I was enjoying myself far too much with all of this.

“I-I’ve not…” Kara whispered, not daring to be louder than the sounds of the video recording.

“You’ve not, what, Kitten?” I said softly into Kara’s ear as my thumb and forefinger pinched and pulled at Kara’s nipple through her shirt. I kept in time with the video, as Lisa’s right nipple was now pinched with the nipple clamp.

“I-I’ve never had n-nipple clamps on, Miss… er, nnn… Ami,” Kara corrected herself at the last moment with a groan. It gave me great insight into how much I was affecting her.

Kara has been such a sweetheart since I met her when she interviewed me for the apartment. Every day, her words and actions prove that she is a caring and affectionate person. She always thinks of others and does her best to please them.

Though she is several years younger than me, I can’t help but admire her success and ambition. Unlike me, who jumps from so-so job to so-so job, waitressing for gratuity, Kara has worked for several big-time companies, sometimes leading teams of people. She has been big into photography in her off time, especially landscapes and beautiful night skies. Her pictures capture my imagination and never fail to impress.

This probably explains why she picked this apartment. The view from the balcony is amazing.

So, to see and feel Kara here, slumping slightly to bring her sex into better contact with my heel, while I grope and molest her, all while watching a recording of me helping my former manager commit adultery… Well, it was a bit much.

My pulse might be going even faster than Kara’s as we watched.

I could feel Kara lightly grinding herself against my heel, her pelvis sawing in slow, gentle motions as Lisa’s sounds whimpered through the screen. The picture showed the middle of the silver chain pulled to Lisa’s mouth. My hand was pistoning that large purple vibrator in and out of Lisa. Long pulls out and deep thrusts forward, each motion sending waves that can be seen through Lisa’s body.

“Fuck, look at how well you take this cock, slave. You’re lucky I’ve made an impromptu gag of this chain. Otherwise, I’m certain your screams would bring the whole party up here. They would all get to see how slutty their manager really is.” My voice cruelly comes through the video.

“Mmmhmm, Y-ess Misssss Ami,” Lisa attempted to talk. Each movement of her jaw and chin pulled on the silver chain connected to her swollen nipples. Her plump breasts undulated with each push and pull of my arm. My laughter could be heard in the video.

“As much as she pissed me off at work, she really does have some amazing tits,” I purred into Kara’s ears as I continued to roll my thumb and forefinger on her hard nipple, the rest of my hand gently squeezed her left breast.

“Nnn… She really does…” Kara groaned slightly, a tinge of envy in her voice. Like me, Kara wasn’t particularly big-chested. At least… not when compared to Lisa. Those mighty pillows on Lisa’s chest continue to sway and jostle as she moans around the silver chain in her mouth. Kara continued to rub herself against my heel.

*BZZZ, BZZZ, BZZZ*

Kara and I were startled by the sudden noise. My phone’s alarm shook with vibrations before a chiming jingle. “Fuck! That’s my alarm to remind me about my job interview this afternoon.” I said while shifting to un-knot myself from Kara.

“Oh, my goodness. That video was intense.” Kara said, climbing free of my lap and crawling to the other end of the couch.

“Yeah, and to think, I almost didn’t go to that staff party. You’ve no idea how bitchy she was. All night, she kept beside me, grumbling about shit from work. Talking about how ‘nobody does shit,’ and crap. Fuck me. I was so frustrated with her.” I said to Kara while turning off my phone’s alarm. I had set it for a two-hour reminder to get my ass in gear. I kept another one to go off in another twenty minutes.

I had some time still.

“How the hell did you go from trying to avoid her at a party to tying her down and fucking her on her bed?” Kara asked.

“Honestly, it’s a little hazy for me. I’d been drinking.” I said, then pinched my chin as I tried to remember what led to that situation. “I do remember at one point telling her something like ‘maybe you just need a good fucking.’ And that Tim was probably too much of a pussy to fuck the’… Hmmm, is that what I said?” It was truly hard for me to remember the conversation well.

“I can’t remember exactly what I said. I remember that afterwards, she started making passes at me, pinching my ass and stuff. One thing led to another, and she offered to show me her ‘collection’ of toys. My goodness, you should have seen the cupboards of toys.”

Kara leaned in, more and more interested.

“After that party, I resign. I couldn’t keep working there.” I said with a sigh.

“I can imagine. Working with your manager after something like that… You dominated her so thoroughly…” Kara said. Her eyes looked past me as if she were envisioning something.

“Not so much that… Tim walked in on us; it was a real mood killer.” I said, chuckling at the awkward memory. “I’m probably lucky to have at least gotten my last paycheck. After that party, I just never went back to work. I wonder if they are still married.”

Kara looked dumbstruck about the whole situation. “I had better get ready. I need to look presentable. Wish me luck.” I said before getting up, going to shower, and changing.

**

Sitting on the bus, I stared at Lisa’s email on my phone. It had been sent a few days ago, but I’d never read it. Instead, I put it into the deleted folder. After watching that video again with Kara, I thought about Lisa. What was it that she wanted to say to me?

I pulled the email from the deleted folder and read it.

Dear Ami,

Or, should I say, Miss Ami,

I’ve never experienced such a thrilling night. I want to see you again. I need to see you again.

I know you are wondering about Tim… I’ve had words with him. He is also looking forward to seeing you again. He needs to apologise for those awful things he said.

Please, Miss, I will do anything to make things up to you. We, Tim and I, wish to make things right.

Hopefully, your new slave, Lisa.

Wow…

That seemed a bit much. I mean, the sex was good. I did very much enjoy getting my revenge on Lisa for those years of putting up with her bullshit. Also, Tim came around on things… That seemed hard to believe. I wondered how much of all this was Lisa’s doing? Maybe Tim just wasn’t satisfying her sexually. She did seem to melt as soon as I became rough with her.

A thought came up. One that would help me land this new job. Leaving the restaurant the way I had didn’t exactly leave an opportunity to get a recommendation from my previous employer. If Lisa was indeed head over heels for me, maybe I could get a good recommendation from her for this new restaurant. It was at least worth a try…

After I got off the bus, I called Lisa. There were still twenty-five minutes until I was to be there for my interview, and I could spare some time if it improved my odds.

“Feast Street Kitchen, Gale speaking,” Gale said, answering the phone after two rings.

“Gale! It’s good to hear from you. What are you still doing working at that dump?” I said jokingly, a little louder than I’d meant to. A few people on the sidewalk gave me a funny look. What else could I do but smile and wink?

“Ami? Shit. What happened? I saw you at the company get-together for a few hours; then you were gone. I figured you got into a fistfight with Lisa and left.” Gale said, sounding perplexed.

Did Gale not know?

If Gale didn’t know, then probably nobody at Feast Street knew. Restaurant staff gossip like crazy. There was a big part of me that wanted to brag about fucking the stick out of the manager’s ass, but that wouldn’t do, not if I were going to ask her a favour right away.

“It’s a bit complicated. Is Lisa there?” I asked.

“Yeah, hold on, I’ll let her know it’s you,” Gale told me before putting me on hold. The lame hold music played, and I rolled my eyes.

“Hello, Miss… Er, hello, Ami,” Lisa said a few moments later. I suspected she was standing near the reception desk and not in her office. It would explain her discretion. The tone in her voice was telling. She sounded starved, and I was the oasis she sought. I could use this.

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For the next week, after our Super party, I let my husband return to some sense of power balance. I joined him in the shower but didn’t shave anything and his body hair was growing back. I also took a more submissive position in bed, allowing him to be the initiator of sex and never denying him. I sucked his cock more in that week than I probably had in the past year. Much to his surprise, I swallowed his cum and even rinsed my mouth before kissing him. One night, I even indulged him playing with my backdoor, leading to only his second ever experience of taking my ass. He seemed somewhat unsure about these developments but didn’t ask directly about them.

A few days before Valentine’s Day, I reminded him of our deal with my sister.

“So, Jacqui is coming over Saturday night; you remember what that means?”

“Um, I think I have a bet to pay off?” He seemed to be trying to pretend he hadn’t been fantasizing about it for at least a week. But I knew he was wearing the pink lace thong I’d left out for him, after allowing boxer briefs the last few days. I could tell the thought aroused him as he subtly adjusted the thong through his pants.

“Right, so as of today, no cumming without my permission and you will present yourself for duty at the appointed time. I will tolerate nothing but obedience.” I punctuated my remarks with a firm slap to his ass. I whispered in his ear, “I can’t wait to shave you before Jacqui and I fuck your tight ass, my sweet bitch.” With that, I sent him off to work, his pants tenting noticeably.

On Thursday, I had an appointment at the spa for a wax. I decided to go fully bare and had the aesthetician remove every trace of hair from my body. I didn’t even leave my usual landing strip. I sent him pictures of the before and during, but not the after photo. I knew he’d see them at work and be frustrated because he wasn’t allowed to relieve the tension in his pants.

That night, I crawled into bed naked. He immediately reached for me but I rebuffed him. I let him stare at my naked, smooth body and I even let him kiss the smooth skin above my pussy. Then, I rolled over and went to sleep, leaving his balls blue.

On Friday, I sent him a series of text messages throughout the day. The first was a picture of me, nude in front of the mirror, hands placed strategically to avoid him seeing all he wanted. Next was my outfit for tonight, when Jacqui and I were going out for a girl’s night. I wore a short leather miniskirt, black fishnet stockings and a corset top that really highlighted my chest. Then, I sent a picture of me in my stockings and pink panties. After playing with myself for a while and getting really wet thinking of all the sexy things to come in the next 48 hours, I took them off and left them on his pillow. I knew he’d see them when he got home and realize I was out and commando under my miniskirt. He would also realize that rule was in effect — when Brandi is commando, my little man must be wearing panties. I looked forward to finding him in this pair when I got home tonight (or maybe tomorrow morning.)

One of his favorite activities is cleaning cum from my pussy when I’ve been fucked buy other men. He knows I deserve more than his 9-volt battery sized penis. I crave cocks and he willingly shares me with other men if he gets to lick all their cum from me when I get home. I often make him lick me after he cums in me, but he says that isn’t as much of a turn on for him, as gets aroused knowing I’ve been naughty.

I sent him a text as I left, with just a pic of the panties, on his pillow and a kiss emoji.

That ataşehir escort night, I went clubbing with Jacqui. We were dressed to party and didn’t have to buy our own drinks all night. We danced and drank, with dozens of different men, and even one slow one with Jacqui where her hot breath on my neck had me squirming. My nipples were poking thru the material of my top and we both could sense my wet pussy. Her hands trailed down my back and she gently cupped my bare ass cheeks and locked me in a kiss that felt like forever. When we came up, she said she couldn’t wait for tomorrow and was looking forward to pegging my husband again. I told her she should come over early and help me shave him. Her eyes brightened and kissed me again.

We were interrupted by a pair of guys who wanted to ask us to dance. I recognized Brent as a guy I’d slept with before and, remembering his XL sized cock, I gave him a warm hug and slutty kiss. I had to reach up to kiss him since he was taller than me and I’m certain my skirt rode up, exposing my naked ass. His buddy, Sam, got a friendly handshake from Jacqui and we all danced in a group.

They had a limo, and since we’d taken a ride share to the club, they offered to give us a lift home as the music was winding down. There was more booze in the limo, and the one thing its hard to do in a limo and a miniskirt is get in and sit without exposing your panties. Jacqui repeatedly showed off her pink lace thong. (All I could think was how they would look on my hubby.) I, of course, did not show off my panties; I wasn’t wearing any. I knew my husband was at home, wearing the same style Jacqui had on.

Brent’s hands were all over me and I was loving every second. I ran my hands up and down his smooth torso after unbuttoning his silk dress shirt. He felt so good, soft and smooth and hard and manly all at the same time. Jacqui and Sam were much more demure, kissing and teasing but she wouldn’t let him go too far, and he was being a gentleman. I was not nearly so demure and my top had slid down exposing the top half of a nipple. Brent licked it, sending shivers throughout my whole body.

The limo pulled up to Jacqui’s house. I got out with her – showing lots of bare ass I’m sure — to give her a good night hug and kiss. We hugged tight, she asked if I was ok going back in the limo without her. I said, “there’s so much more to learn about your boss. Tomorrow, while we are shaving him, I think we should make him tell you all about what happens between right now and especially what happens when I get home. ” She tweaked my exposed nipple and kissed me full on the mouth, tongue and all. I was dripping wet as I climbed back into the limo.

I smiled as I realized both men had gotten completely undressed. They were sitting next to each other and had each other’s cocks in their hands. I hadn’t expected they were bi but I certainly wasn’t disappointed. I kicked off my clothes and moved to the floor in front of them. My hands run up and down their legs as they continued to stroke each other. Eventually my hands made their way up to caress each of their smooth balls. I leaned in and took Brent’s cock into my mouth. I lavished the tip, generating as much saliva as I could muster. My slips slid down his shaft and I felt him stiffen. I slid back up his cock with my eyes trained on Sam. I kept my hand on Brent as my mouth moved to Sam’s cock. My wet hand slid down Brent’s cock, wet with saliva and, as my mouth slid down Sam’s shaft. I held him as deep in my mouth as I could take him while my hand caressed Brent’s balls and teased his asshole escort ataşehir with my wet index finger.

Brent got behind me and rubbed his cock up and down my dripping wet slit.

“Where do you want my cum tonight, Brandi?” he asked in a voice that was so sexy it almost gave me an orgasm.

“I want every drop of cum you both can give me in my pussy tonight. Can you sexy bitches give me that?”

Sam said, “You better slow down that mouth a bit then. I wouldn’t want to disappoint the lady.’

I kissed his balls and said, “I’m no lady. I’m a slut tonight. But yeah, don’t disappoint me, either.”

Brent was sliding in and out of me and I rested my head on Sam’s thigh, rubbing his chest and stomach, tweaking his nipples as Brent’s cock was nailing me and my orgasm was building. I squeezed Sam and convulsed on Brent’s cock and had an explosive orgasm, shaking and whimpering as it hit me in wave after wave.

After a minute to recover, I climbed into Sam’s lap and sat on his hard cock. He bounced me up and down at a rapid pace. Our legs were slapping together, and Brent was watching and occasionally tweaking my nipples, or Sam’s. My orgasm built again and it pulled Sam over the threshold too. I felt him throb six or seven large spurts as I squeezed him with my orgasm. I was seeing stars.

All there of us kissed for a while basking in the afterglow.

“Good for everyone, then?” Brent jokingly asked. We all nodded.

“Then Sam said, “Well except for her husband.”

I laughed as did Brent. I didn’t realize he figured out that I was doing this with hubby’s permission.

Brent looked at Sam and said, “I think everyone is getting what they want tonight.”

“You know, we are having a party tomorrow,” I blurted out without thinking, “a very intimate party, but you two would maybe fit in.”

The limo was stopped in front of our house so I left Sam and Brent and went into see my little man. He was waiting up in bed, journaling. I asked him how his night went.

“Well I missed you, but I did some journalling. That kept me occupied.” He was wearing the panties I’d masturbated into earlier, otherwise naked. “How was your night?”

“Naughty as fuck!” I dropped my skirt on the floor and climbed on the bed, crawling over him and sitting on his chest. I’m sure he felt me drip on his chest. He could see how swollen my pussy lips were, drops of cum evident all along my slit. I inched forward and slid my messy pussy across his chin mouth and nose. I scooted back and kissed him, licking his face clean. He was licking his lips and we almost competed to see who could swallow more of Brent and Sam’s cum. I slid back up and let his tongue go to work. He is by far the best pussy eater ever known to woman and soon I was grooving on his face, building to another fantastic orgasm. His hands were holding my ass keeping me tight to his face as my climax approached. He was fluttering my clit and I shuddered and cried out. He pushed his tongue into me and I sent a river of cum flooding down his mouth and throat. I think he moaned as he swallowed, but I was pretty lost in the fireworks in my pussy and brain.

We lay together in bed. I was feeling bliss. I asked how he was doing.

“I love seeing you this happy, this satisfied sexually and emotionally. You don’t have to choose between the good guy who treats you like the queen you are or the guy who bangs you like the slut you also are. You get to have both, and it makes me love you more than ever. “

I told him about my night. I thought I detected a subtle twitch in his panties ataşehir escort bayan when I mentioned I found them nude and touching each other. File that thought for later, I decided. I added that I invited them to our party tomorrow night and he gasped.

“I thought Jacqui was coming over tomorrow night.”

“Well, right. Actually, she’s coming over at Noon to help me shave you. Did I tell you that?”

He was stunned, speechless.

I just gave him my best sexy smile and said, “They didn’t say they were coming. Thay are probably busy.”

“Whatever my princess wants.”

“Don’t you forget it, 9volt,” I whispered as I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, we slept late. After we awoke and brushed our teeth, I reminded him of Brandi’s rule

4: When someone is naughty, someone gets spanked. Of course they don’t have to be the same someone, so that means when I’m naughty, he’s the one going over the knee. He didn’t object, just laid over my knee. I pulled his panties up tight, exposing all the bare cheek I could. I was hoping to leave him reddened enough to last for tonight. If I could leave hand shaped-marks, that would be pretty sexy too, since everyone would see that he had been spanked.

Jacqui brought over a light lunch and we three sat and ate, making small talk. Jacqui wanted to ask about the limo, I could tell, but she didn’t know what she could bring up unless it was just the two of us.

“OK, I think it’s time to get our boy in the shower. Jacqui, did you realize neither of those guys last night had any hair on their bodies? I mean, nothing at all. Trust me. I made certain.”

9volt blushed and Jacqui let out a gasp.

We all got naked in the huge ensuite shower. As Jacqui and I shaved my hubby’s chest and back, I nodded at her and she asked 9volt what he knew about his wife’s limo ride. He told the story much as I’d told it to him, and once again, his cock twitched when he got to the part where Sam and Brent were naked, hairless and touching each other. Jacqui noticed this time.

“Does it turn you on to think of two men together?”

He tried to shrug it off, but we all looked down at his stiff penis.

He changed the subject by continuing his story, including how his wife rode his face to a thundering orgasm after being filled by those two cocks in a limo in our driveway. There was no denying how hard this story was making him, so we shaved his pubes next. It’s easier with a hardon because it helps pull his skin taut and get a smoother shave.

We each worked our way down, shaving his legs.

“You know, shaving his chest is just making him like a model. Shaving his pubes is sexy. Shaving his legs and underarms is feminizing. But this is the best part. I had him turn around and bend over. I slathered the shaving gel in his crack, pushing inside his hole with slippery finger. Shaving his ass is ownership! You shave someone’s ass you are really saying you own their ass.” I nodded to the razor in her hand and stepped around 9volt to put a nipple in his mouth. I wanted him to have no doubt about who was owning his ass tonight. That might be a new rule to add — He shares me with other men, and I share him with other mistresses.

We rubbed a loofah all over him and checked for missed stubble. He loved all the attention and his erection, though small, was persistent. I have long suspected that he has bi curiosities, and I decided tonight we would explore. I was determined to push his boundaries, but only a little. I need to be alert to anything that moves past discomfort into unsettling. I mean, I’m a wicked bitch but I’m not a monster. Besides, I’m playing a long game here. If my goal is to see his shaved ass fucked and filled with a hot load of cum, we might need to plant a seed with just some oral tonight and save anal for another time. Unless he really is the slut I think (and hope) he might be.

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