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The river runs strong and free, carving out rock and the very earth, forever shaping the land.

The surface broke, and the king of the river rose with a mighty splash to greet the humanoid figure that was approaching the river.

‘Welcome, boy,’ Achelous said, and as he laughed the stream joined in with him. ‘Another one of love’s fools. Come to reclaim your sweetheart.’

The river king was a sight to behold. Ten times larger than any man, he had four long scaly arms, each with an enormous, jagged claw. His head resembled that of a crocodile, except his teeth were long and sharp as knives, and his eyes, fixed upon the youth in front of him, burned a bright fiery red.

From one of his arms dangled the girl Deianira, soaking wet, her dark hair stuck to her face, her expression one of distinct annoyance.

‘Would you stop going in and out of the water like that, you brute!’

‘Silence! You are addressing the god of this river, mortal!’ Achelous’ voice was a gravelly hiss.

‘Yeah? Of this whole river? Well, colour me impressed,’ Deianira crossed her arms.

‘Silence!’

Achelous glanced at the young man. He was tall for a human, and looked fit enough, although his youth and inexperience were painfully obvious. His face was smooth and gentle, and not a single scar blemished his naked chest, worse: he hadn’t even brought a weapon.

Achelous almost felt a tinge of pity. Too many young people nowadays grew up with the stories of the great heroes, and it inevitably led to delusions of grandeur.

‘Pff, begone you, and leave this wench. She can’t possibly be worth your life, boy.’

He only received a blank stare in return.

‘A bit slow, are you. Well let me make this clear. You are about to challenge Achelous , god of this mightiest of rivers, I have seen civilisations rise and fall at my banks, only existing at my mercy, slaves to my whims, and you, boy, will die by my hand, lest you scarper and leave this worthless female to her fate!’

As though riled by his words the waves became wilder, they buckled, and water itself rose from the river, took the shapes of gigantic beasts, dragons and serpents, all of whom began to posture and roar, and took up formation behind their lord and master.

The young man looked at Deianira, and appeared to be deep in thought.

The lack of reaction threw Achelous off a tad.

‘You might consider running away now. I mean I’ve got time and all, but really, this is quite unorthodox.’

The boys face lit up, and he cleared his throat.

‘There!’ he shouted suddenly, pointing down river. ‘Fiends! They’re polluting the water!’

‘What!’ Achelous and his hordes collectively turned their hideous heads.

The young man moved. There was blur, lasting at most the fraction of a second, shooting across the river to the other side, and there stood the young man, Deianira safely in his arms. Gently he lowered her to the ground.

‘Hey!’ Achelous turned around. ‘Get them!’

The god and the beasts jumped forwards, bearing claws and fangs capable of tearing the strongest metal and slicing apart the highest mountains, waves formed behind them large enough to wipe out small cities, and in their rage they let loose all of it, directing it right at the reunited couple.

Deianira escort taksim winked at the approaching forces of the river god, and mischievously stuck out her tongue. Her young lover drew back a single fist. Then he punched, and the earth shook.

The force of the strike ripped apart the watery creations, and sent trees, earth, the very river and its inhabitants flying, wept up a violent, raging storm. When it had finally calmed down there was only dust left, slowly settling on a massive crater, at the bottom of which lay Achelous. All of his arms broken, and with his snout bent in a painful-looking way, he whimpered pitifully.

‘H-how? W-what are you? W-what in H-hades’ name are you?’

‘Sorry, did I forget to mention,’ Deianira said, peeking out from behind the man.

‘This is Heracles, mightiest of all heroes, son of Zeus, king of the gods. You might consider running away now.’

There was a shrill, high-pitched shriek, and the water came rushing back in, filling the crater, and leaving behind the now somewhat differently shaped river, calm and serene.

Deianira looked at the uprooted trees and the shattered rocks.

‘You could have held back a little more,’ she said.

Heracles shrugged.

‘He did say he was a god, I just wanted to make sure. Although you could have told him who I was earlier. I think he would have left you alone.’

‘That would’ve been no fun, my little hero,’ she said, and pinched Heracles’ firm bottom. ‘Why didn’t you tell him?’

‘I-I thought he’d recognise me to be honest,’ Heracles frowned.

‘Aww poor you.’

Heracles stroked his chin.

‘Maybe I should go back to wearing the lion pelt,’ he mused.

‘Nope,’ said Deianira.

‘But people recognise it, it’s like a trademark.’

‘It stinks of wet cat, also the blood of your enemies, it’s gross is what I’m saying.’

Heracles shrugged again.

‘Whatever, let’s get you back to your father. He’s promised me a feast. You know, kings always feast when I’m around. What’s up with that?’

The king, in his eternal gratitude, had truly outdone himself, and even Heracles, rather a connoisseur of banquets, ended up more than satisfied. It wasn’t until long after midnight that, full of pork and copious amounts of wine, he and Deianira made their way to the princess’ quarters.

Servants had dutifully stoked the fire, and when the couple finally arrived the room was warm and bathed in golden light.

‘Why did all those women want to dance with me,’ Heracles asked.

‘Have you looked at a mirror lately?’ Deianira asked, and regretted it right away.

‘Yes, this morning. Why would-?’

‘Forget it. It doesn’t matter. You are mine, and don’t you forget it, son of Zeus.’

Heracles smiled brightly.

‘Of course I am.’

He sat down on the silky sheets, and the bed creaked under the demigod’s weight.

‘You’re so pretty wearing that,’ he said, staring shamelessly at her light blue robes, which accentuated Deiranira’s feminine curves, and left decidedly little to even Heracles’ limited imagination.

‘Yeah? Wait till I’m not wearing it.’

Deianira quickly crossed the room, and jumped into Heracles’ arms. His body was like a statue, did not budge escort topkapı in the slightest. She placed her small hand on his chest, even without exerting any effort it was hard and unyielding as a castle. Deianira felt a stir beneath her own bosom.

‘Kiss me,’ she said, secure in the knowledge that he would.

Heracles leant down, and pulled her close, his arms inescapable vices. Deianira was pressed up against her forehead touched Heracles’, and she felt the power in his fingers although he was caressing her back with the utmost care. They kissed, and it was good and long, Deianira playful and forward, and Heracles following her lead, responding to every little movement.

She pulled back, saliva still fresh on her soft lips. Heracles went right for another but Deianira put a finger on his lips, stopping him in his tracks.

She pulled on a strap on her shoulder, and the robes slid off her upper body, revealing a heaving breast, not large, but soft and tender.

‘Impatient, are we,’ she smiled, and gently parted his lips.

She felt his warm tongue against her finger.

‘Good,’ she said. ‘I want it nice and wet.’

With the moist finger she stroked her tit, and watched the excitement on her lover’s face as the nipple hardened right away.

She reached over, and took his arm.

‘Go on,’ she guided it towards her, and an enormous palm began to squeeze her sensitive breast.

He was careful as he always had to be so as not to crush the mortals he dealt with on a daily basis.

Finally desire flickered behind his eyes. A spark had ignited passion. Deianira felt his grip on her thigh, the hand sliding in under her robes. Soft, quivering and moist, her womanhood melted under his touch, opened invitingly, posing no resistance to the eager hand.

Heracles knew not to take things too far, not yet. Obediently he pulled back his fingers, ran them across Deianira’s stomach, leaving a trail of her warm sticky juices.

His hands became blurs and fabric ripped like wet paper, and with her heart beating as though of fright Deianira saw the tattered remains of her robes fall off.

A barely muffled grunt, and Heracles tore away his loincloth with out taking his eyes off Deianira’s naked form. Blood rushed into a frightening member, and it rose from its sleep, tense and rigid.

‘Heracles,’ her words were soothing, calming, and at the same time she was so very eager to experience this man unrestrained, unshackled just for once.

Deianira reached out, felt the throbbing manhood, twitching violently under her touch, radiating heat and strength, and she grasped it with both of her hands, and stroked and played, and could almost see the flames she was stoking within Heracles.

‘Your mouth,’ he said almost sounding pleadingly, but not really.

Something ancient stirred deep within, was taking over his mind.

Deianira pressed her tiny lips against it, her kiss was drop of water against the sun. His grin was full of anticipation, and when he could feel her tongue against his member, his eyes lit up brighter and brighter. Deianira tasted him, tasted the length of the shaft, willing took in his scent, bathed in it, revelled in it. She opened wide, and enveloped the tip, escort şirinevler her tongue circling the head, spreading natural lubricant. She felt his grip, and was pushed towards him, slowly, patience and care still triumphing over base, carnal wants.

Not even halfway and Deianira gagged pitifully. She persevered, moved back and forth, massaged the mighty pole with her lips and tongue, teasingly bit down, and delighted in his moans and growls of pleasure.

‘Let’s do it,’ a guttural quality to his voice, not a request, but the mere vocalisation of a deep-seated, feral desire. ‘Like last time.’

Deianira pulled back, and gave him only the tiniest of nods, so caught up was she in the possibilities, the dangers, the lust. She let out an involuntary scream when Heracles flipped her over, and her entire being trembled as the mighty hand closed around the back of her neck.

He grabbed her bum with such a force that for a second the feeling was gone from her left leg, and Deianira only just managed to keep her balance.

Her labia trembled, wet and dripping her vagina squirmed under the pressure of Heracles rubbing it with his thumb.

A tingling radiated out from her spine as she felt the tip knocking against a tunnel too small, and there was a whimper of pleasure, pain and fear.

She felt herself stretching, felt her whole body aching for a chance to accommodate the intruder, yearning to be filled by his very essence. Her legs were lifted up, pushed apart, and she hung in mid-air, and the invasion went on. More, deeper, wider. Her screams louder, the tension unbearable.

In. Out. Farther in. Farther. Farther. A relentless assault on a willing victim.

‘Go! Go deeper!’

Muffled groans, and thrust after thrust.

Deianira shrieked, her limbs were cramping, her muscles spasmed uncontrollably, and the force of his pounding shook her body like a rag doll, every movement built and built up the mounting tension, not every ounce of Deianira’s willpower would be able to hold back the blast of ecstacy soon.

‘I can’t! I’m gonna-!’

‘Grr!’

If he had wanted to slow down, he couldn’t do it.

A rush of pleasure, which eradicated the pain like a forest fire, and a burning heat from deep within her. Deianira floated in the sudden calm of bliss and happiness, relinquished all control of her body, and watched it collapse as though from the outside. Her legs were jelly, and she lay on her side, unable to lift a single limb, staring with grateful awe at the mighty figure that towered above her.

‘Nice,’ she was hoarse from screaming.

Heracles didn’t look at her. His eyes were closed, and he took deep, regular breaths through his nose, his lips moved, a chant, a mantra. She saw his hands gripping the stone bed. Done. He opened his eyes, and his stare met Deianira’s. The flames were gone.

‘Very nice,’ gently he stroked her cheek and smiled. ‘I wish you wouldn’t always take it so far.’

‘You’re just so irresistible,’ she said still gasping. ‘Besides you’ve got a great handle on things.’

Small pieces of marble fell from his fingers, and Deianira turned to where on her bed his hands had been, and she saw large chunks missing, crumbled too nothing but dust.

‘For now,’ he said, looking serious.

‘Ha! We’ve barely started, son of Zeus. I’ll have you yet, you hear me.’

Heracles glanced at his diminishing erection.

‘I would like that,’ he said.

They kissed, and Heracles held his love tight, and for the millionth time he vowed he would never, ever let her go.

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Chapter 1

My name is Lauren Smith, and I’m a middle school art teacher in Madison, Wisconsin. I don’t particularly like my job, but I need the money to support my two kids, Sam and John, who are both in high school. Trust me, if I didn’t have to work babysitting 11, 12, and 13 year old kids all day and teaching them how to express their “artistic side,” I wouldn’t.

Ideally, I would have a husband that could help support our family, but I got divorced two years ago after I found him cheating on me with his coworker. I came home during my lunch break because I had to grab a few things, and I caught him balls deep in a young brunette who was screaming out his name like she was a porn star. After that, we quickly got divorced, and he left the state to go god knows where. Well, that’s just life, but ever since I haven’t been able to place any trust in men, and I have even less time to try and date around when I am working full time and have to take care of my two boys after school.

Recently, working at the school has been exhausting. I hear constant jokes from the boys about my large tits, and I catch them staring all the time. I mean, I can’t really blame them – I do have a rather large rack. I’m also pretty attractive, having blonde hair and blue eyes, and only being 30. But I can only take so much joking from middle schoolers. One time, I asked the class what inspired them because I wanted them to get some ideas about their next painting, and one kid blurted out, “Mrs. Smith’s tits!” He ended up getting suspended for that, but the embarrassment still stuck with me.

Anyways, I decided to start looking around for a new job. I did some research online and I came across an advertisement for “Mr. B’s Dairy Farm – $50,000 for three months of work. Housing and food provided. Must live and work on facilities.”

Now, I know there’s a pretty negative stereotype about being a Hucow, but I’ve secretly always wanted to try it. I knew that the bodily enhancements went away after your time there was up, with the only downside being stretch marks on your tits and ass. And seeing as I wasn’t trying to impress anyone, I didn’t really care about how that would effect my body. What I did care about was the money. $50,000 for three months of work was phenomenal, and it was something I could do over summer break. I quickly submitted my resume and set up an appointment for the beginning of June – about a month away. I told Sam and John that they should contact their dad and stay with him for the summer, saying that I thought they should see him because they haven’t seen him in about a year.

When the beginning of June came, Sam and John went to live with their dad, and I packed my bags for Mr. B’s Dairy Farm.

The farm was out in the country, in the middle of nowhere. The facilities were huge, with four large barns off in the distance. At the end of a dirt road was a small house that served as the farm’s office. I was greeted in the office by an attractive young woman. “You must be Lauren!” She said. “We’re so excited to have you.” As she looked at me and noticed my large tits, a surprise look crossed her face. “Oh wow! Your tits are so huge. You’re going be producing a lot of milk.”

Normally, I would have smacked someone if they said that to me after just meeting me. But because this was a Hucow farm, I was expecting it.

“Now I’m sure you know that all about how we inject all of our Hucows with a serum that enlarges breasts and makes women produce milk, but did you know our farm is actually the worlds biggest producer of Hucow milk?!” She said with a smile. I smiled back and said I didn’t, and she went on a long speech about how well all the girls were treated in the farm, with luxury living quarters, lots of free time, a sauna and spa, daily massages, and how the farm had a kitchen of 5 professional chefs.

Then she proceeded to pull out a contract about the details of pay, my duties as a Hucow, and the side effects of the serum they would be injecting in me. One of the side effects was an increased libido, which I thought mecidiyeköy escort was interesting. I wondered if I would be getting an action while I was here, but I figured probably not.

After I signed the employment contract, the receptionist said “Great! Now you’re an employee of the farm. You’re going to love it here!” She gave me the details on where I was staying, and told me that a doctor would come to my apartment later to give me my injections.

The apartment buildings were hidden behind the barns, and as I was unpacking my things, I ran into a few of the Hucows living there. They all had massive tits – even bigger than mine, which I hadn’t really seen before – and amazing asses. The funny thing was that all of their tits were very perky, so much so that they didn’t even need bras. I saw two or three walking around in white t-shirts, with their nipples clearly visible through their shirt, because they had large wet spots on their shirts where they were leaking milk.

Normally, I would never admit this, but I was actually excited to have my breast size increased. They looked amazing in their shirts, and jiggled every time the girls walked.

Later that night, the doctor came to give me my injections. He gave me one in each tit, saying “The injections work remarkably fast. By the time you wake up tomorrow, your breasts will have increased by two sizes, and you’ll be ready to produce milk. All new Hucows are milked in a separate, more private facility. We have specially trained farm hands that will help with the milking process. Your first milking will be 7am tomorrow, so make sure to eat a good breakfast beforehand!”

I thanked him for his service, set my alarm for 6am, and went to sleep.

When I awoke, I was HORNY. Now, I’m 30, so I’ve had my fair share of experiences. But this was nothing like I had ever felt before. My pussy NEEDED attention, and it needed it now. I took one hand and put it on my left breast before I realized how large they were. They were huge! They were bigger than cantaloupes.

I didn’t have time to think about that now though. My pussy needed attention. As soon as I touched my nipple with my hand, a tingling sensation erupted in my crotch. My boob was now like jelly in my hand, and as I squeezed, I felt a little bit of milk squirt out and soak through my t-shirt. But I didn’t even care. In fact, for some odd reason, it made me even hornier.

I took my right hand and slipped it under my underwear. Already, I was soaking wet. I started to rub my clit, and while I was squeezing my breast, more and more milk squirted out of my nipple, soaking through my shirt and getting me all wet. For some odd reason, I loved it. I eagerly put two fingers in my hole, and opened my mouth to let out a stifled moan. I started out slow, but the feeling in my pussy was so good that soon I was fingering myself faster and faster, shoving my fingers as deep as they could go. By this time, my pussy was seeping, and my juices were leaking down and onto the bed. I bucked my hips, and with a loud moan, I started to climax. Without meaning to, I squirted, and I could feel the juices spill out and into my hand as I climaxed.

When I finished, I was breathing hard, my shirt was soaked in my own breast milk, and there was a large wet spot in the sheets where my ass was from squirting.

Now I don’t usually masturbate first thing in the morning, but that was amazing. I hoped that the maids would clean up my messy sheets, because I didn’t have time now.

Feeling satisfied, I changed, ate breakfast, and headed to the private facility to be milked.

As I walked to the facilities, other Hucows joined me. A lot were shirtless, their large tits jiggling with each step, but most were completely naked. There were about 300 in total, all migrating to their respective milking stations, which were large, modern barns.

All the Hucows were chatting with each other, and I walked up to the girl closest to me and asked “why is everyone naked?” She looked at me and smiled. “You’re bayrampaşa escort new here, aren’t you? You’ll see soon enough!”

The private milking station was a two story house to the side of the barns. I walked in with seven other Hucows, all of them new, it looked like, because they were completely clothed. In the main room, there were 8 milking machines lined up side by side, a few feet apart, with a soft bed cushion on the ground so that the Hucows could rest comfortably on all fours.

Standing in a line on the far wall of the room were 8 men, the farmhands, all dressed in the same dark green uniform.

One of them stepped forward and said “Hello new Hucows! Welcome to your first milking. I hope you’re all adjusting well to your enlarged tits and asses. I’m sure you’ve noticed that you’re already producing milk.”

As he said this, some milk squirted out from one of the hucows tits, through her shirt, and onto the floor. Everyone giggled.

“You’ll each have a farmhand available to you to help with the milking process. They are here to make you more comfortable and to service your every need. Don’t be shy or embarrassed about any new feelings you might have. I know the first milking for hucows can sometime be a bit of a surprise.”

He and the other farmhands smiled, as if he had said an inside joke. Then, one by one, we were all led to a milking station by one of the farmhands. The farmhand leading me was about 25, with brown hair and a muscular body. “Hi, my name is Joey, I’ll be assisting you today.” He said. “If you would please take off your shirt and get on all fours, I’ll help you get your udders into the machine.”

I slowly took my shirt off, a little embarrassed, but less so because all the other hucows were doing it as well. Most of the others looked to be around 22 years old, with one that looked about 40. The girl next to me looked very young, a gorgeous girl with brown hair who couldn’t have been older than 18. She seemed very timid and shy, and I made eye contact with her and smiled as she exposed her massive tits. Even her tits were gorgeous, with perfect pink erect nipples.

I got down on my hands and knees on the mat, and Joey bent down next to me and grabbed one my tits in his hands. I had to stifle an ecstatic moan as his hand grazed my nipple. His fingers were gentle, but his touch spent electric energy straight to my pussy. I found myself involuntarily pushing my breasts forward into his hands. “So I’m just going to put your breasts into each socket here, and when I turn on the machine, you’ll feel the suction.” He said with a smile. I felt my pussy quiver and start to get wet as I made eye contact with him. He had blue eyes, and I held eye contact as he held my tits, trying to tell him I wanted to fuck him without actually saying so.

I’m not usually this much of a slut, but something inside me had changed. Normally, I would never want a stranger to fuck me, especially not at 7:00 in the morning, but now, it’s all I could think about. I was getting so horny and wet that I wanted to pull his pants down and have him fuck me right here.

He put my tits in, flipped a switch on the machine, and took a step back. “Ahhhh!” I moaned, before I could think to stop myself. The feeling of the machine sucking on my tits was amazing. Immediately, my pussy was throbbing, and I could feel my underwear becoming soaked with my pussy juice.

I could hear the moans of the other girls too as they started milking. The young hucow next to me moaned loudly and shut her eyes in ecstasy.

I heard the lead farmhand, who had spoken before, say “Okay now ladies, the machines are pumping and the process takes about a half hour. These farmhands are also here to perform special services. You see, hucows get extremely horny when they are milking, and often times need a farmhand to relieve them. Hucows also provide more and better tasting milk when they have orgasms during milking, so it’s highly encouraged that you let the farmhands help you. If you want it, just ask.”

As escort bahçelievler he finished, the older hucow, a couple stations down, cried out “Oh yes! Please yes, fuck me right now! I need to be fucked!” The farmhand behind her started pulling down her pants before unbuckling his own. The sound of her moans of pleasure filled my ears over the sound of the machines. My pussy was throbbing, and all I could think about was how amazing it would be to have my farmhand, Joey, stick his cock in me. I looked over to the young hucow next to me. She was looking at me with tears in her eyes. Then she turned to her farmhand and said “Please fuck me, now!”

As I watched, the farmhand slid her shorts off of her and threw them to the side. She had beautiful flawless milky skin, and a nice, round, plump ass. Her farmhand got on his knees and put his cock at her entrance. I could see that she was already dripping wet, her pussy juice slowly running down the side of her leg. He slowly pushed inside of her, and she moaned out in pleasure next to me. The farmhand gradually increased his speed, and the girl let out short moans each time his cock slammed into her pussy.

At this point, I couldn’t take it anymore. Now I’m no slut, but at that moment I needed Joey’s cock. I turned my head to the side to look at him in the eyes. “Get these pants off me and fuck me,” I said. Joey grinned and obliged.

He quickly slid my pants off of both feet, took his own off, and knelt behind me. I felt like such a dirty slut, my tits being sucked by the milking machine, and my ass completely exposed to Joey. He put both hands on my ass cheeks, and I could feel him spread my ass to get a better look. “Just fuck me already!” I moaned.

Joey grabbed his cock and slowly put the tip into my pussy. The pleasure was almost too much to bare. I bucked my hips and slammed them back into his cock, forcing himself inside of me. I let out a loud moan of pleasure. Everyone in the room was moaning and grunting, 8 hucows and the 8 farmhands fucking them.

Joey didn’t move, and just let me slam my ass back onto his cock. Every time I went back, I could feel his dick going deep inside my pussy and filling me up. I kept slamming back into him, loving the little grunts he made with each one. I could feel the pressure building in my pussy, and I went crazy, gyrating my hips in a wavelike motion to get every inch of his dick in me as deep as it would go. “Joey, I’m going to cum!” I said.

“Cum on my cock like the dirty little hucow slut you are,” was his reply. And that sent me over the edge. I clenched my pussy tight as I felt my orgasm approach, the energy rushing to my head and making my eyes roll back. I heard Joey cry out as my pussy tightened around his cock, and he began violently thrusting into me, so much so that it hurt, but I didn’t care because it felt amazing at the same time. The milking machine was sucking my nipples, and with his cock in me, I let out a loud moan as I reached my orgasm. I could feel spurts of milk coming out of me as I came, adding to the pleasure. Joey quickly took his cock out of my pussy and walked over to the side of me and shoved his cock in my face. I opened my mouth and started sucking his dick, slobbering my tongue along his shaft as I moved my head up and down on him. He grabbed my head with both hands, and thrust deep into my mouth. I was gagging on his cock, fighting the urge to recoil away, but I couldn’t. I needed his cum in my mouth. I felt his dick twitch as he exploded in my mouth, and I slowly moved my head back, getting more and more cum on my tongue. I looked him in his eyes as he took his dick out, and I opened my mouth a little to let him see before I swallowed. I felt like the sexiest, sluttiest woman in the world, and I loved it.

To my left, the young hucow was moaning in pleasure, and tears were trailing down her face. I watched as she orgasmed, and her legs began to shake as her farmhand thrust into her. I’m assuming he nutted in her, because afterwards he pulled out and took a few steps back.

By now, everyone was finishing up. The hucows looked exhausted, all of us taken by surprise by our first milking session. The machines all stopped humming, and we all pulled our tits out and stood up. The farmhands looked at us and smiled.

Now I knew why all the other hucows showed up naked to their milking sessions.

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The following Saturday Jess, true to her word, was on time for a change, and her hair was dry. She also uncharacteristically wore a simple white dress in lieu of sweats to go with her usual sweatshirt atop. What struck Jake as even more surprising was that she had also applied makeup. His imagination began to run wild. He envisioned her in front of a mirror deftly applying mascara across her long fluttering eyelashes highlighting her already stunning eyes. Immediately, however, he shut his spinning brain down. Jess isn’t a girl — she’s just a friend he told himself for the umpteenth time.

“No swim meet today?” Jake asked, resuming focus on the upcoming campaign, but trying to remain polite. Though he had zero interest in swimming, it had become an absolute passion for Jess, so he figured it was nice to at least feign some interest.

“No, just lifting today.”

“Lifting?”

“Yeah, the coach has stepped up the weightlifting program this year. So, my life pretty much revolves around school, workouts, and eating tons of protein.”

“And D instead, he surfed and played lacrosse. His dad rejected science while Craig was highly academic, and science was his favorite class. The resulting relationship was a rocky one which, looking back, might have resulted in a visit from child services in the modern world. Jake often half-expected Craig to arrive home one day with his dad and an army recruiter in his living room, papers filled out and waiting for him to sign. While Craig went out of his way to repudiate his dad’s values, some of the trailer park’s toxic masculinity seeped into his everyday life. In particular, his male chauvinism. Though he made it seem like a joke, it was readily apparent in his sexualization of women. Thus, he made the perfect paladin.

Finally, Jess played the part of the party’s fighter/thief. Though their characters were skilled, after writing the campaign Jake surmised that their group lacked enough firepower to make it through without casualties. That was şişli escort problematic because this time the group had fallen in love with their characters. His solution to the problem was to introduce a non-player-character to add to the party tonight who was not only the reveal for Jess but a needed spell caster to join the party.

“Yeah, DnD too. You guys are my outlet, I guess,” Jess explained.

“I always liked being referred to as an outlet.” Elvin retorted.

Jess ignored him and continued, “My coach is pretty serious, and he’s definitely brought me to a new level. He says college swimmers lift regularly and it’s going to help us to start early. We’ve been at it for over a year, and I actually like it a lot. I always do extra but it’s hard work.”

“Won’t that stunt your growth?” Craig asked, seemingly not caring much either.

“That’s an old wives’ tale,” Jess said.

“Boring,” Elvin observed. “Can we get back to the campaign? I’m actually digging this one more than most although I still don’t know how we’re supposed to find this evil wizard guy.”

“All will be revealed,” Jake said, his voice hitting a mysterious tone.

Craig and Jess’s parallel conversation continued despite Elvin’s interjection. “Aren’t gyms mostly for guys? You know, like Hanz and Franz? I’m going to pump you up!” Craig asked, flexing, and then pointing to Jess.

“No, not anymore. I heard…” Jess started before she was interrupted.

“Are we going to talk about lifting and exercise all day or are we going to get back to some real physical activity– in the dwarf cave?” Dan moaned. He was certainly the most avid role-player and seemed especially enthralled by the current campaign.

“Sounds cool, Jess,” Jake offered, trying to avoid her feelings being hurt. “Do you think it could help you get a college scholarship? I mean, you’re bright enough to get an academic one.” Her cheeks heated pink. He’d never seen her blush before. Mission accomplished. This bağcılar escort girl thing isn’t that hard. Just say nice things, he observed.

“I’m not as smart as you, Jake, but yeah, I think so.”

“Thank you, but I know you’re quite intelligent too.”

“Can we stop the mutual admiration society and just play?!” Dan whined.

“Sure, my bad.” Jake snorted at Dan’s impatience. “Okay, let’s get started. So, who can tell me where we left off last week?”

“I had rejoined the party and we were in a small room and heard some crashing noises beyond a great oak door,” Jess reported as if she had a photographic memory.

“Yeah, we were going to go knock some heads,” Elvin recalled.

“A distinctly less descriptive analysis, but that does appear to be right, Elvin,” Jake chided.

“When Craiglochart pushes the door open,” the stupid name Craig had named his character never ceased to cause him to snicker when Jake spoke it, but he ignored the chortling and continued. “A great creak gives way to an active fight scene in a large, high-ceilinged room about 30 yards wide, glowing red from multiple torches.”

“That probably means no orcs,” Dan cut in.

Jake continued unabated, “…with the unmistakable pungent aroma of phosphorus hanging in the air. Near the middle of the room, a battle is taking place between two individuals. Standing near nine feet high, a particularly large and hairy putrid gray creature with long claws is…”

“A troll!” yelled Dan.

“Very good, Dan. You win a prize. Quit interrupting and let him finish.” Craig scolded.

“Oh, sorry,” Dan apologized.

Jake smiled and continued, “In front of him is a voluptuous young woman clad in tall black boots that rise up past her knees, a cape, a staff, a white cut-off tank top exposing washboard abs, and what appears to be a navy-blue chastity belt.”

“Doesn’t sound like appropriate attire for monster fighting,” Jess scoffed, eyeing Jake skeptically.

Jake escort zeytinburnu continued, undaunted. “She has full pouty lips, round firm tits, a wide caboose, an hourglass shape, and long, firm, fit legs like a model. Her face radiates bright, feminine features with steel-gray eyes that have a hint of blue like the ocean and a long blonde braid.” Jake grinned, looking at Jess. Her twinkling icy-blue eyes weren’t far from that color. Have I? No!

“Hubba, hubba,” yelled Craig, interrupting Jake from his transitory introspection. Craig’s lewd observation was soon followed by a chorus of catcalls from Dan and Elvin.

Jess rolled her eyes in chagrin.

“Let’s save her and jump her bones after,” Craig cackled.

Jake cocked his head and glared at him, shaming him into silence before continuing. “Shooting from her fingertips is something like a glowing, green arrow which streaked into the larger creature right as you opened the door. She appears wounded and perhaps losing the bout but seems defiant and intense.”

“What a fucking hottie. Let’s go save her. All the NPCs we meet should look like her, Jake,” Elvin said approvingly, before turning to Jess and, as if for the first time, realizing she was female, apologized. “Sorry, Jess. You understand, right?” Like one of the boys, she nodded appropriately and then turned it back on them.

“Yeah, I understand. It’s the typical patriarchal model of femininity. A woman’s sexual attractiveness is measured by being curvy, weak, and in need of protection from the men in her life.” The room grew quiet. Jake wasn’t sure whether the hush was due to the words she used that seemed to have fallen from a professor’s lips or if the group had suddenly realized she was a young woman. Perhaps they are worried she is truly pissed.

“Yeah, that sounds right.” Craig snickered, allaying the notion that they cared about her feelings. “Women are generally weak, but curvy is pretty hot, especially if they have big hooters.” Craig was intentionally getting Jess’ goat, but as the ‘sportiest’ of the group, he could probably make the case best for the ‘honor of the men.’

Suddenly, for perhaps the first time, Jess’s gender was very apparent, and she was on the defensive.

“Weak, huh?” Her eyebrow arched up with the question.

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The next morning Lady Sally lay slumped in an armchair in her Chinese, silk dressing gown embroidered with dragons, somewhat worse for wear. Her uncle’s vodka had left her with a throbbing head, yet her maid insisted on clumping around in a huff. She couldn’t imagine why.

“Did we really blow up the monument?”

“You certainly did,” confirmed Victoria in a tone of reproof.

Lady Sally smiled as her memory of the event returned through the vodka induced haze.

“Well, Victoria, there’s no point one being a Mistress of the Air if one cannot have adventures, and besides, it was a daring escapade and a magnificent explosion… one of my finest, I think.”

“Yes, madam, of course, madam,” replied her maid, not terribly convincingly.

“And where are our anarchist comrades now?”

“The captain dropped them in a village in the forests where their comrades are living in a commune. If you recall, you invited them to join the airship’s party, but they said you were far too dangerous for them… and they are anarchists, madam.”

“I don’t know what they’re fussing over. It was just a little explosion… and nobody got hurt.”

As if her maid’s grumblings weren’t enough whilst in this fragile state, Lady Sally now had cook on the warpath.

“Milady, I can’t put up with this no more.”

“What, the explosions?”

“No milady. Your explosions is your business. I mean the food going missing. The kitchens, that’s my business.”

“Can’t this wait cook. As you can see I’m not at my best this morning.”

“Not when cold chicken legs goes missing, milady… and currant scones… and bottles of ale. I tell you there’s a thief on board. Now, I don’t want to cast no aspersions, milady, but there’s some strange characters on this airship.”

“‘T was ever thus, cook, as you well know. But why would anyone want to steal food? Everybody’s fed perfectly adequately, even if my gentlemen are made to eat off the floor as humiliation, they’re hardly left to starve.”

“I’m just saying what I’ve seen, milady. I know where every ounce of sugar is in that kitchen, and I knows when things go missing.”

“Well, just keep an eye on the situation cook, maybe one of the rigger-men wanted a snack in the middle of the night. Now, to more pressing matters, do you have a good remedy for a hangover?”

“Ah, so now you needs mi advice.”

“Yes cook, but I’d rather not have it served with recriminations.”

“You needs raw eggs… raw eggs and Worcester sauce, that’ll do the trick. I’ll get you some.”

Cook stormed off triumphantly.

Lady Sally was restless. She fancied some amusement but with the minimum input from herself. She could set the automation sex doll off and see what havoc she could cause, but there was another option… one of her dastardly devices.

She summoned up the effort to put her make up on and get dressed. She put on one of her many corsets, this particular one with scarlet panels and black ribbons, over a black silk blouse, and matching-coloured skirt. She enlisted Victoria’s help in lacing up the corset to cheer her up. Lady Sally knew her maid too well, knew she loved to handle her wardrobe and help her get dressed. There was many a time Lady Sally had caught her maid trying on her undergarments, for which she had to be reprimanded. Helping her get dressed might take Victoria out of her reproachful frame of mind following the business with the anarchists.

Just getting out of her dressing gown and putting something sexy and empowering on improved her mood.

She got Victoria to retrieve the device she wanted to test and summon her slaves to the playroom. She intended to activate Borghild to demonstrate the art of sensual tease for her as the device she was about to use required the availability of four hard cocks.

She had her four submissive gentlemen lined escort sultangazi against the wood-panelled wall, deciding not to put them into bondage on this occasion. They were issued with the instruction they were to stand with their hands behind their backs, and the stricture that they were not permitted an erection. She saw the effort of will this took for them. Dressed relatively demurely as she was (at least for her) the curves of her breasts were visible under the silk blouse, along with a peek of hard nipples pressing against the sleek material.

She marched back and forth before them with, a leather whip in her hand, so they could admire the curve of her shapely backside in the tight skirt, as she inspected them. Borghild followed behind her with her goose-step mechanical march.

“Hmm, let me see how long you can withstand my ministrations without getting an erection.”

She ran the thongs of the whip teasingly along the duke’s chest, across his abdomen, over his balls and, finally, along the length of his cock, teasing him into arousal with the soft leather thongs. His breath deepened and the muscles around his neck tightened as he tried to resist both the touch of the leather tendrils on his penis, and the anticipation of what might follow.

“Hmm, very good. I’m glad to see you can exercise some control.”

She went along the line, repeating the same teasing acts on the other gentlemen. They all, with different quirks and mannerisms, tried to resist the tantalisingly teasing strokes of the leather whip. Their cocks twitched with arousal, but they were able to control themselves. Lady Sally needed to use other means to break them.

She went back along the line to face the duke. She fixed her blue eyes on his. Her cleavage, with the distinct phoenix tattoo on one of her breasts, swelled in front of him. Whilst still fixing his gaze, her hand strayed to his cock and balls. She brushed her fingernails across the tip of his cock, and he expelled a gasp. Nobody could resist Lady Sally’s touch when she was minded to induce a hard-on. The red painted nail ran along his shaft, and at once the flaccid flesh responded, throbbing as it was with need and desire. She wrapped her fist around it and squeezed. She felt the object hardening within her fingers. When she released it, the cock sprang up, it’s shaft now hard with blue veins standing out.

“You have such a pleasing cock, duke. It’s just such a shame you cannot exercise adequate control over it.”

“I’m sorry, mistress,” he mumbled.

The automaton mimicked Lady Sally’s actions, running her smooth, brassy finger along his cock. Borghild’s touch was cold and firm. She closed her brass fist around the duke’s member. The gears whirred, and the fingers tightened… and tightened, around it.

Meanwhile, Lady Sally moved along the line, replicating the same acts, and exactly the same sensitivity of touch with each of her slaves, so she could set a fair test for each of them.

Borghild’s fist was closing tighter and tighter around the duke’s cock, its glans squeezing out from her brass fingers.

“Ouch. Mistress, the automaton won’t let go,” called the duke to attract Lady Sally’s attention.

She was focused on arousing the cock of the bishop who was proving the most resistant to her attention. Besides, she considered it would serve the duke right for succumbing to his carnal needs so quickly, to have the automaton squeeze the lust out of him.

She teased and stroked the bishop’s pencil-thin penis with the tips of her fingers, allowing the painted nails to drag along his flesh until he too had surrendered to Lady Sally, his hard cock sticking out.

She turned back along the line to admire the tension of the automaton’s gears and springs as the brass fingers squeezed ever tighter around escort fatih the duke’s cock. His face was red with the effort of controlling the pain. Lady Sally felt he’d suffered enough and, besides, she did not want him to lose his erection; it was necessary for the next phase of her torment.

She looked Borghild in the eyes, and said firmly, “Release.”

On her command, the automaton’s fingers uncurled, pulling away from the duke’s raw, pulsating, but still hard, cock.

“Ah, I see that none of you can resist your mistress’s touch.”

“No mistress,” they muttered.

“Now for another test.”

Victoria brought forward the next of Lady Sally’s devices… an electrically powered masturbating machine.

The instrument in question looked like a rubber octopus. It consisted of a control panel fashioned in brass with a gauge and lever with several notches. Attached to it was a set of four rubber tubes, with an open-ended rubber sheath at the end of each tube.

Lady Sally pulled the rubber sheaths over the four erect cocks on display in front of her. They did not fit tightly as there was a sealed air pocket around them. The four men looked worried, recalling how the last of Lady Sally’s devices caused an explosion; the bishop in particular, still having the scars caused by the red-hot shards of copper.

“Don’t worry, I promise this machine won’t explode,” assured Lady Sally, though none of them seemed especially convinced.

“Let me explain how it works. The rubber tubes are filled with aether, which transmits electro-magnetic waves. When I move the lever forward, the electro waves pulse through the tube into the sheaths, causing the rubber to pulsate and ripple. No doubt you can imagine the erotic effects that might have on your cocks. Here, let me show you.”

Lady Sally flicked the lever up one notch, the needle on the dial flickered up. The machine emitted a low buzzing noise. It was possible to see the current travel along the tube as it caused the rubber to expand and contract. As the device warmed up, the pulses came through at a regular pace.

The effect within the sheaths was remarkable. The sensation was like an invisible hand running up and down the shafts of their cocks. At the lower power range of the device, the feeling was, initially, one of considerable pleasure though counter to this was a sensation of being milked without being allowed an emission.

Lady Sally was highly amused, “At this level, I can keep you in a state of suspended animation, making your cocks throb with need, whilst ensuring they stay unfulfilled. On the other hand, when you increase the current,” Lady Sally flipped the lever up two notches, “it works as a masturbating machine, and will bring you to an inevitable climax. Of course, I can alternate levels of current and keep you on the edge of release before reducing it.”

The demonstration had the desired effect as the pulse of the rippling sheath increased and the electro-magnetic current pulled the rubber back and forth at speed.

There was a collective sound of gasps, groans and moans as the device did its work until the current subsided again.

“What happens at top speed, mistress, if I may be so bold as to ask,” enquired the judge.

“It’s the first time I’ve used the device, so this is an experiment. I’ve had it specially designed, and the ingenuity of it is that the four sheaths will throb at precisely the same rhythm. So, I propose a little competition. Whoever comes last is the victor, and whoever comes first is the loser.”

Lady Sally stretched and yawned, “Of course the wonder of the device is that I can sit here and admire its effects. I can even have a cup of tea. Victoria, go and fetch me a cuppa, I’m gagging for one.”

Her maid set off to fetch the tea. Lady Sally kept the device thrumming escort etiler on the second notch. The exertions of the previous day, not to mention the vodka, were taking effect again. She yawned. Her eyes were heavy. In seconds she was sound asleep.

Meanwhile, Victoria got delayed in the kitchens. She got caught by cook and felt compelled to act as a sounding board for her complaints about stolen food. She then went via the control room to take a cup of tea for the captain, only to have to listen to his praise for the amazing Lady Sally, and how much fun her rip-roaring adventures were. Victoria agreed with much of what the captain said, but merely had reservations about the explosions… the lightning… and the electrocutions.

When she returned to the playroom with a silver tray, a lovely pot of Darjeeling and a plate of fancies, he spotted Lady Sally fast asleep on her throne. The four men were dancing in paroxysms of equal measures of stimulation and frustration. The dastardly device had throbbed on for the last half an hour with the effect of driving the men to distraction bordering on madness.

Victoria gave Lady Sally a gentle nudge, “Your tea is here, madam.”

Her eyes flickered open. She was confronted with the sight of the men, rubber tubes attached to their cocks, twisting and twitching as the device held them on the brink of climax.

“How amusing,” she laughed. “See how effective the toy is. A couple of minutes and they’re reduced to dancing puppets.”

“Actually, it’s been half an hour, madam. You fell asleep.”

“Half an hour. Why that’s appalling, Victoria. Why did it take so long to get my tea?”

She turned the lever on the control back to its first notch whilst she took tea, which gave the men a modicum of relief. It was only a temporary respite as, after tea, she decided to explore the higher currents of the device.

She pushed the brass lever straight up to its third notch, making the needle on the pressure gauge swing wildly. Once the electro-magnetic waves had pulsed into the tubes, it made the men jump with surprise. Lady Sally was now exploring the full masturbatory potential of the device. She saw the rubber ripple at greater speed as it pulled against the flesh of the four hard cocks.

“Do you fancy a wager, maid? Which one will come first?”

“I reckon the banker, madam” said Victoria, noting how his ruddy, rounded face look set to burst.

“Hmm. Yet he has the fattest cock, which might afford him greater protection from the device. I think I will go for the judge. Do you think any of them will survive the fifth level?” said Lady Sally as she slid the lever forward to the fourth notch.

“No, madam, I wouldn’t give odds on that.”

The rubber pulsed faster and faster. The sensation was strange, wholly different from being masturbated by hand as there was no hardness of grip, only a pulsating throb which bounced along the shafts of their cocks at enormous speed. The four men were groaning, clearly approaching the point of no return.

Lady Sally might have watched as they reached there, now inevitable, climaxes, but she could not resist trying out the highest level. It was all part of experimenting with the devices to use them to their fullest extent.

As the pulses raced through the tubes, the effect as soon as they reached the open-ended rubber sheaths was instantaneous. They screamed at the shock and intensity of the waves throbbing along their shafts. They lasted seconds and soon shot their loads over the floor; the judge first, much to Lady Sally’s satisfaction, then the banker, then the duke, and finally, the bishop. Dribbles of cum trailed from the four cocks, and there were blobs of sticky, white spunk splattered on the ground, the machine having projected it a long way. Lady Sally turned the device down to one as they collapsed to the floor in exhausted pleasure at having been allowed release.

“I think I should make them lick their disgusting messes from the floor,” commented Lady Sally looking at the globs of spunk. Well that was an excellent experiment. What a splendid device. My humour is much improved now.”

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Awakening

I thought my luck would change with the ladies but it is still the same. No dates and no offers. Just the usual ‘What is Doctor Zhivago doing in there?’.

I am the onliest one who can enter his lab and I am loving all the attention it has given me. Still even though Dr Z has been busy with his new project for the past couple of months. No one know much about what he is doing and when will it all end. He has been working tirelessly for months locked up in his lab. While I who has some spare time and can go out, can’t even get a date. Cause all the women in here are swooning for him.

Every now and then he would come out of his lab to only return to it, in a few seconds. You would see all the women sighing at him as he passes by, looking all disheveled. The women would say ‘That is what makes him all the more sexier!’ Typical women, when you are with them they want to dress you up like a sissy while when they met you, your un-kept look is what attracted them to you in the first place.

I walked into Dr Z’s lab shaking my head. “Hey, you gotta stop teasing them like this. They are dying for your company!” or at least a chance to fuck your brains out, I thought to my self.

As usual he was intently looking at his subject. Sometimes I would come in and catch him talking to her as if she was alive. Now that was freaky. I thought maybe he was going mad but my opinion wouldn’t matter as long as he had results and that is what he had. Today her eyes were open and her body functioning just right. We talked about his progress and her future accommodations. He wants to install enough machinery in her to make her strong but still appear, feel and look-like a human. Only he can bring the dead back to life.

“Hey, I never really got the chance to ask you where you got her name from?” I asked him. “Melissandra: Multi evolutionary looking intelligent sublime substantiated anatomical naturally dermatological raced android” he spitted out in one breath.

“Oh, Melissandra…” I said turning my head back to his project. I thought it was some ex girlfriend’s name escort kağıthane he had used to name her after. But once again, he showed me business was always business with him so I never wondered. And as I left the room I could hear him resume his soft conversation he probably was having before I came in. I thought to myself if God has ever done the same to me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Once alone again Dr Zhavago resume his delicate conversation with Melissandra. Her name was really Lisa, but he always had hated it. He wanted her to have a royal name and Melissandra fit the bill.

He was adding some more changes to her body until he realized something was different about her than before. Her body was warm to the touch. He touched her from head to toe feeling how much more alive she was becoming. Until he realized he was more caressing her than touching her. He was touching and kneading her flesh as he felt the heat of her. He started to caress her breast as her nipples became instantly erect. The rhythmic beeping noise in the back sped up and he once again began suckling her breast. She was so soft. Everything about her was soft and smooth. Her hair a sinfully black was full and curly. Her lips has over time become red and there was now a nearly white glow to her body. She was so milky white that you can see where her skin was tight by her veins, especially by her breast.

He realized that her breast was big when Mathew mentioned it to him. “Whoa, would you take a look at the size of those titties. Yikes! I bet you can suck on them for days.” he said. Dr Zhavago was so mad at the thought of another man ogling his princess that he banned everyone from his lab except Dr Mikey. He just wanted Melissandra for him self but also he wanted her to want him alone.

Like to night when he stood over her. Looking into her eyes and allowing them to drink him in. It turned him on. Looking was enough but tonight it was to much. He wanted nothing more than to make love to her. He wanted her to respond to him to his touch to his being.

He stroked her belly before he escort beyoğlu slid his hand down low between her fluff . As he began opening her vaginal lips he gasped as he felt moistness on his hands. He touched and stroked the folds beckoning her to leak more of her juices from her opening. As he took his fingers circling, teasing her budding clit before he plunge unceremoniously a finger in her opening. He felt the way how his finger rushed in and he twirled it around feeling her walls holding him there. He started to retract his finger to rub and tease her throbbing clit before he plunged his finger once more inside her.

This was their ritual. That’s why it was now easier for him to finger her. Than the first time he did it. Usually, he would suck her and slowly ease his finger in. Slowly retracting it again to push it in a bit further with each stroke. When his finger was finally in. He would massage her vaginal walls before taking his finger out to push it back in again. He loved the feel of her around his finger and the tightness of her womanhood. He would push as far back into her wetness as her virginity would allow. Stroking the thin membrane wishing it wasn’t there and all the more loving the fact that it was. She would moan or arched her back in response but her eyes would remain lifeless. It was hard to see her frozen in time, but her wetness and bodily reactions was now and present. And they were all his.

To night there was something about her body that was making his loins stir as he raced to make her climax this time. This time when plunging his finger deep into her. Her vagina’s walls contract. She didn’t orgasm but her pussy was sucking his finger. It was getting harder for him to pull his finger out. She was sucking him in with her pussy, taking his finger all the way in before pulling it back out. The task became to labored and he just drove his finger in over and over again. Not allowing it to be pass up to stroke her throbbing clit. He just shoved and vibrated his finger as much as he can up in her.

While doing this he quickly unzipped his pants and grabbed escort esenler at his cock. “Melissandra” he said as he pulled his pulsing shaft from his pants. He placed the tip of his rod on her cheek as he rubbed it a crossed her face. Soon enough there was a milky dew on her cheeks. He positioned her head so that he could press his cum oozing head against her lips. He wiped the wet tip across her lips, making her lips wet and sticky. When he could no longer hold him self back. He finally pushed past her swollen lips and into her mouth. It was getting past her teeth that was the trouble, but it was worth it. To feel her mouth enclosed around him. The heat of her mouth and the wetness of her tongue. As he kept his cock in her vulnerable mouth. Moaning to himself in ecstasy as he tried to get himself as far back in her mouth as he was pushing his finger in her.

His desire was reaching a feverish pitch as he rammed even harder and faster his middle finger in her opening. She was really wet and tight. He can feel her desire rising. He then too quickened the pace on his shaft in her mouth. Pumping it while he felt the beads on her tongue at the underside of his cock-head. The titillating sensation of her hot mouth and full lips surrounding his manhood was delicious. This heightened his perverse superiority complex as he was nearly raping his little princess. Slowly claiming every inch of her. This gave him a natural high and she was his drug, bringing him beyond insanity.

And with a flash of white he felt his balls suck up and his cock spasm hard sending waves of delicious waves of ecstasy over his body. He nearly came out of her mouth as his body jerked with the compulsion of his orgasm. He didn’t want to pull out of her mouth as he felt his cum splashed at the back of her throat. He held on to her head as his orgasm subsided. That’s when he felt her. Her backed arched nearly in a bow. Her nipples taught and erected. His finger buried deep in her. As he felt a grip on his finger. Like a hand pulling him ever deeper.

He was about to start to add another finger. When he heard the beeping sound of someone coming near to his lab. He quickly pulled his finger out her sex and fixed himself.

That’s when the General walked in. The father of the Government, Army and Melissandra.

The End (for now)

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CREW

Commander Dan McLain, nicknamed ‘Viper’, was in command of His Imperial Majesty’s Long-range Strike Ship 73, nicknamed, the ‘Loony Bin’. The crew had heard someone call it that, and the next day the name was mysteriously painted on both sides of the bridge.

A Strike Ship carried a normal crew of six and was a hyperspace, sublight and atmospheric capable craft. It was three hundred meters long and fifty meters in diameter, with retractable wing control surfaces for atmospheric flight. It had hydrogen-fueled fission power, and was easily refueled by using a ram scoop in a shallow pass through a gas giant’s atmosphere.

The ship passed from sublight to hyper by slingshotting around a gas giant to bring the speed up close to lightspeed, and then switching to the hyper-engines. The process was reversed, to slow down.

The ship also had teeth the equivalent of a small Destroyer. It had four missile tubes forward and two aft, with eight on each broadside with two pulse laser fore and aft with six on each broadside. It also carried four ECM drones with that could be made to resemble any ship’s emissions, to simulate another ship. The small ship’s main flaw was the restricted magazine space. They only had two spare missiles for each tube, without resupply. These were sometimes a few and far between. Luckily, the extra large engines would recharge the lasers at a rapid rate. The cost of the ship, to the Empire, was about the same as a small dreadnaught.

Shelia, the ships AI, was the heart and soul of the Loony Bin. Sgt. Michelle “Mike” Andrews was the Pilot/Sniper. She had the popular ‘girl next door’ looks, but the attitude of a stepped on rattlesnake!

Sgt. Jim “Doc” Adams was a Combat Medic and Ship’s Surgeon. He always had three or four scams going on… be it a bootleg still, or a floating crap game.

SSgt. Dave “Wiz” Willard handled Communications, AI Tech, and Ship’s Engineering. He could make a computer do things the designer had never thought possible. Totally a recluse, if it was not a computer or a ship’s component, it barely existed to him.

Cpl. Cynthia “Scrounger” Davis cared for the ship’s weapons and the demolition ordinances. She could make a weapon or explosive out of most anything. She was also an accomplished thief. Just tell her what you needed, and she’d find a way to get it… just don’t ask where it came from!

CHAPTER 1

I had just cleared customs from a commercial interplanetary flight, when the customs agent said, “Commander McLain? We have a message that as soon as you arrive on station, we’re to send you straight to the Admiral’s office. He wants to see you as soon as possible.”

I knew when Admiral Kelly said as soon as possible, he meant NOW!

“Can you watch my bags?” I asked, hurrying off for the Admiral’s office.

On my way there I was wondering what the hell I was trouble for, now? Admiral Kelly always seemed to ‘have it in’ for me and my crew.

“Commander McLain, Admiral Kelly will see you now,” the Admiral’s receptionist said.

As soon as I walked into the Admiral’s office he turned to me and said, “I şişli escort don’t know who you know in the Emperor’s Court, but when I requested a court marshal, I was told to stand down and post guards. You would handle it when you returned. By God, I want their asses for this!”

He proceeded to tell me of the charges against my crew in my absence.

“Now it can’t be all that bad. First of all, that sailor had no business pinching Mike’s ass. He’s lucky she didn’t rip off his arm, and feed it to him.”

“Secondly, there’s no proof that any of my crew stole anything, including those fembots. Now I know that Wiz is a little strange, but what the hell would he want with a fembot, let alone two of them? All he seems interested in are computers and AIs.”

“And lastly, what were Mike and Adams arrested for? I didn’t think that singing was a criminal offence… though with their voices, maybe it should be. And as far as them powering up the ships weapons… it’s an Imperial Order that Strike Ships and their crews are off limits to base and system personnel. They even have authority to place this system under martial law, if they deem it is needed. They are subject only to others in their own chain of command, or the Emperor himself… and you are not in that chain of command.”

“No, but I am in charge of this sector, and this base! So I order you to relocate your ship and that meatball crew of yours to level Q, section 7, space dock 3. If I see any of your crew in the rest of this base, except on official business, I will have them shot. You will stay there ’till your ship rusts away. Any missions will be attended to by one of the other crews.”

“But, Admiral, that’s not fair. Besides, I’ll appeal to the Emperor, personally.”

“How? You need my permission to use any of the stations resources, and that includes communications!”

“OK. You win, for now. As you know, Lt. Johns requested and was granted a transfer. Is there a new Exec to take his place?”

“Yes He should be here in three days. I handpicked him, myself. He should fit right in.”

Great! I could just imagine what kind of Exec the Admiral would pick.

As I went back to Customs to pick up my gear, I was pondering on what to do about all this trouble. My people were just blowing off some steam. If the station crew would just leave them alone, there wouldn’t be as many problems. They had just come from a tough mission, where we could have been killed several times over. They had a real need to relax and unwind. It seemed like we got every dirty job that came around. I didn’t know how they would react to being cast aside to stagnate on the quarantine deck.

“Welcome back, Skipper. How was your leave?” Sgt. Adams asked.

“KNOCK OFF THE BULLSHIT! I want every one of you assholes assembled here, in five minutes! Do I make myself clear?” I barked.

The next things I heard, was, “ALL HANDS ASSEMMBLE ON THE QUARTERDECK, ASAP.” through the ship’s intercom. Someone must have been monitoring my arrival.

After a few minutes of scrambling, everyone was assembled and trying to look bağcılar escort innocent.

“OK, you eight balls, would someone please tell me what the hell is going on, here? I had no sooner stepped on the station, than I’m summoned to the Admiral’s office for a royal ass chewing! Do I need to hire babysitters for you fuck-ups?”

“Look, skipper we were…”

“Save it for someone who doesn’t know you!” I snapped back, “How long until we can leave this dock?”

“Do we have a mission, skipper? I have the starboard warp engine torn down, waiting on parts. The weapons computer has a major glitch in the software. Wiz thinks we need to reload and update the fire control system… and we have three minor leaks that the seals need replacing on, on airlocks two and four.

“If you had all that to do to get the Loony ready, how did you find time to cause so much trouble?”

“Base said without an Exec. We wouldn’t be going out until Lt. Johns was replaced, and we had the new XO up to speed.”

“THAT’S BULLSHIT! How are we supposed to stay in combat readiness? Did you send out Scrounger?”

“We did. That’s why we did the drunken singing. It was supposed to be a distraction. Then all the trouble started, and we were thrown in the station’s brig, overnight.”

“Did it work?”

“Sure! We got everything we needed, and then some.”

“I suppose the ‘and then some’ means you robbed the station blind? Just why you stole two fembot’s from the station hospital is beyond me?”

“That was Wiz’s idea! He thinks Shelia needs a better body than those robot drones she now has, and fembot’s are the only ones with the processing ability to handle Sheila’s load. He wants to double the processing to be sure, so we stole two.”

“Well, we leave this dock in ten minutes. After the little stunts you’ve pulled, the Admiral is exiling us to Q-deck, section 7, space dock 3!’

“Q-Deck! That’s for quarantine! There’s nothing there! No action!” Doc exclaimed.

“I think that’s the general idea. He said he was posting guards in all the access points, with orders to shoot if any of you try to pass… unless you’re on official business.”

“Skipper you gotta to do something about this!”

“I’m trying, but there’s not much I can do until things quiet down some. In the meantime, I want the Loony to be in top shape. I know the Admiral says we will be docked until we rust away, but somehow I don’t think that’s going to happen. Sooner or later they will have a problem they can’t handle, and they’ll come running to us.”

“Ok, Skip, but what can we do if we’re confined to Q-Deck?”

“Since when did being ‘confined’ stop you guys? Let’s get the ship moved, and do a little planning.”

Moving the ship took less than two hours.

“OK! LISTEN UP! I want this tub to be shipshape at a moment’s notice.

“Doc, get a list of all parts and supplies we need, and double it. I also want passes for the ship’s crew. Get us onto the main decks, to get those supplies.

“Mike, I want you to find out all you can about this new XO we are getting. The Admiral escort zeytinburnu claims he picked him out, personally. Find out all you can, and see what the Admiral is up to.

“Cyndi, I want you to get with Doc. Get everything that’s on that list, and anything else that’s not nailed down that we might use.

“Wiz, I need you and Shelia to monitor all communications and try to find out anything going on, and I want this ship ready with the first sign of a mission. I have the feeling that the Admiral is going to try to discredit us by showing we aren’t ready when a call comes in. I want to know immediately and us ready for action.”

“Ok, everyone, let’s get cracking!”

After breakfast the next morning, I said, “Ok! Everyone report what progress has been accomplished on the orders I gave you, yesterday?”

Mike said, “The new XO is a Lt. Jackson. He is a real screw up. He was busted for the theft of Government property, for stealing the station admiral’s gig, and taking a young woman for a joy ride. He has had six paternity suits filed against him. One was the planetary Governor’s daughter. He has also been busted for running a gambling casino out of his last ship’s sick bay. He’s a bigger thief then little Cyndi here. He should be reporting on board sometime this afternoon.”

“Damn why isn’t this guy in the Brig or drummed out of the service?”

“His Uncle is Fleet Admiral Jackson, which makes his mother the Admiral’s baby sister. If something happens, his Commander gets the blame.

“So that’s the Admiral’s little game. He can’t touch us. But if we look bad, the Fleet Admiral can make us the scapegoats.”

“Cyndi, how you coming with those supplies?”

“All requested supplies are either on board or on the way. I also got us sixty of the Mark X ship killer missiles, forty of the new Beta 5 hyper-pulse missiles, and twenty-six of the new Mark XV lasers, to replace all of our old Mark IVs

“How did you ever get those? I thought they were only for cruisers and battleships because of the power drain?”

“Since we use the same engines they do, I think they will work for us. They have a slower firing cycle than the Mark IVs, but about five times the range and hitting power.”

“Wiz can you hook them up, and will they work?”

Thinking for a minute he said they should work, as long as they weren’t fired all at once… otherwise they would start blowing circuits.

“Now I know the magazines won’t hold all those missiles, but I’d sure like to have them. Why don’t we put the surplus in a cargo hold, and hand reload them after the battle? It will be hard work, but we may need them.”

Cyndi spoke up and said she had a lead on getting us a new battle computer.

“What’s wrong with the one we have?

“This one is a command battle computer for a flagship. It will even handle the telemetry on our battle armor.”

“Hmmm… Better get it. You know, with all these upgrades, it’s going to just about cost the Empire almost the twice what the Loony cost, originally?

“Wiz, how are the repairs coming along?”

“Most are done, but I’ve still got problems getting the aft shield emitters to stay in synch.”

“What are the chances of getting new emitter units, Cyndi?”

“Most are as bad as we have. The Admiral has all the new ones under tight guard.”

“Do your best.”

Edited By TeNderLoin & Old Fart

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Disclaimer: This is a setup chapter. There is mind control and sex, yes, but it’s mostly just teasing, and it ends on a cliffhanger. Sorry to disappoint, but I figured you’d like a heads-up! —GigglingGoblin

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Monstrous Ranch, Part Two

… To be honest, my dear sister, I’m having trouble remembering the events of yesterday after the holstaur. It was all a blur. The milk had some lingering effects, I suppose. I next awoke in my bed, in the arms of my puppies. The puppy lust sprites, I mean. And once I was in bed with them… well, sorry to get explicit, sister, but it was very difficult to get out of bed after that.

Sometimes I feel almost trained by them. I’m writing this letter now in early morning before breakfst, and it’s almost Pavlovian how they can get me to los trrrakc of t____

Senya moaned as his puppies held him down, pinned to the soft bed, and licked another orgasm from his throbbing cock. The cum spurted out, and they lapped it all up, like… like puppies eating up a spilled treat. The pleasure was exquisite, but somehow, their coos and whimpers of delight were even better. It felt strangely wonderful, pleasing his puppies. He wanted to do it every morning. And every night. And every minute of every day.

“P-puppies,” he gasped, in between licking out the blonde puppy girl’s cunt, “Master needs to—mm—needs to go do work now!” Mmm…

But all they had to do was pout and whine at him, with those adorable sad expressions and big, wide eyes, and he just… he couldn’t bring himself to push them away. He just kept licking, delighting in his puppy’s moans of pleasure.

He watched from the corner of his eye as they descended back on his cock, knowing grins on their faces. They were giggling once more, no doubt at his total helplessness to fight them off. But why would he want to fight? His puppies only wanted to make him happy.

He whimpered and whispered his praise as they started licking once more. They loved it when he praised them. It made them lick him even more eagerly, which made him praise them more, which made them lick him…

~~~~

Senya had gotten up at 5:30, aiming to quickly write the letter and get out the door. It was 7:35 when Bobbin knocked at the door, shooed away his lovers, and convinced him to get out of bed.

“I suppose you’re annoyed at me for letting them push me around,” Senya mumbled as they descended the stairs.

Bobbin smiled. “Not at all, Master.”

He frowned. “But you were yesterday morning.”

She shrugged and hopped up, sliding a ways down the banister on her pert ass. “That was yesterday morning. Besides, you had a long day yesterday. I have no problem with them reinforcing, um… healthier dynamics.”

“Healthier than Mo—the holstaur, you mean.”

“Mm.” She winced a little as he almost said the pet name.

Once again, breakfast was exquisite—thick, crispy waffles with jam, and sausages on the side. Oh, and a fruit salad, naturally.

“No maple syrup this morning?” Senya asked, popping a slice of tasty pink fruit into his mouth. “I like having a sweetener for my waffles.”

“None today,” Bobbin said curtly, applying a liberal coating of butter to her toast. “Out of syrup.”

“Honey, maybe?”

Bobbin looked up at him, her expression unreadable, then popped a strip of bacon in her mouth. “I think it would be best if you curb that sweet tooth a bit.” She swallowed. “Just finish your breakfast. I need to go check on Jerrod, and you need to head to the vineyard.”

Senya froze mid-chew. “The vineyard? You mean… Tricin?”

“Hm.” Bobbin leaned over and forked one of Senya’s little waffles over to her plate before he could react. “Personally, I’d try to avoid the lamia herself. Just talk to the fairies. All I need is the day’s harvest.”

“By myself?” Senya hadn’t meant for his voice to come out quite so small.

“You and a few hundred fairies.” Bobbin smirked. “Don’t worry. Tricin likes to play the big tough domme, but deep down, she’s a good girl. Plus, right now, she’s still recovering from her punishment. They’re probably teasing her mercilessly in some hole right now.” She giggled at the entendre.

Seya chewed on a bit of sausage cartilige. “Why?:”

“Revenge.” Bobbin shrugged. “And… just horny glee. She has them all really well-hypnotized, but fairies have a tendency for what’s called smooth minds. Brainwashing is easy-come, easy-go. Right now, they’re mostly free, but they can’t resist the urge to take petty revenge. It’s part of their Primal Code.”

“Primal—” Senya stopped himself midway, partially remembering. It was a fey thing. Sort of like instinct, but more binding, as he understood it. Not too unlike his ex-partner’s almost superstitious need to rearrange furniture whenever he got stressed. A compulsion.

Bobbin hadn’t noticed his interruption. “So they’ll bind her, and tease her and tickle her until she ties herself up in knots trying mecidiyeköy escort to handle it. And then she’ll regain the upper coil, and they’ll regret it.” Her fingers climbed beneath the table, and Senya saw her breaths grow slightly heavier. “Or they won’t. It’s… well, it’s pretty much something to see.”

She rocked back and forth for a moment or two, clearly teasing herself, then took her hand away, now a bit slick with juices. Senya was impressed at her restraint. He almost wondered why Bobbin would edge herself on purpose, but quickly decided what his employee did in her free time to ease tensions was none of his business.

He chose his next words carefully. “Bobbin… back with Tricin, the fairies were still able to brainwash me and hypnotize me, with Tricin’s help. Are they going to hypnotize me again?”

“They shouldn’t.” But Bobbin’s voice didn’t ring of the sort of confidence Senya longed to hear. “It’s very important that you be careful. Don’t eat or drink anything strange, don’t stare at them too long, and whatever you do, do not fall for the ‘panties on the doorknob’ trick.”

Senya blinked. “Wait, wh—”

“Trust me,” she muttered, “you only have to fall for it once to never want to fall for it again.”

~~~~

“Is that all you need?” the most forward of the fairies buzzed. The little creature’s windswept red hair wafted around her as she hovered before Senya’s eyes, a big happy smile on her face, her own vaguely insectile eyes gleaming with absolute delight.

“Yes, ma’am!” Senya chirped, hefting the second large basket of dark purple grapes. “I’ll take this right back to the, uh, the house!”

The several hundred fairies swirled around him, giggles echoing throughout the swarm. “Are you sure?” they vibrated. “Don’t you need any more… help?” Their colors shifted and writhed like gorgeous prismatic waves.

Senya swayed a moment, lost in the swirling patterns. He hesitated, watching the countless pigments glitter in the morning sunlight. “I… y-yes. I am very sorry, but with all due respect, I do not require any more aid.”

Bobbin had coached him on how to be polite to forest fey like fairies. So far, it was a bit frustrating. Formality did not come naturally to Senya. He and his sister were more accustomed to breaking market stalls and offering to fix them in exchange for lunch than, well, asking for lunch politely. Anya was a wealthy mage now, of course, and Senya… apparently owned a ranch, but it was nonetheless difficult.

But the fairies didn’t seem offended. The blonde flitted up and planted a ticklish little kiss on his nose, making his head spin like he’d been hit by a wave. “You’re so sweet!” she cooed. “It’s okay. We’ll see you tomorrow, honey?”

“S-sure.” But as Senya turned away, he paused. Something in her phrasing made him feel… uneasy. What was it?

Sweetie.

Sweet boy.

Honey.

After a moment, he shook himself. He was just being foolish. He looped the handles of the two massive baskets onto the yoke and headed out, his back hunched beneath the heavy load. Eager to minimize the time he spend carrying the grapes, he decided to start down a faster route this time, rather than the curiously roundabout path Bobbin had sent him down.

But as he caught a glimpse of the tall hill in the distance, the strange sense of deja vu returned. He’d seen that hill plenty of times since his arrival, but now something felt… off. Had he just never appreciated the beautiful view? The clover trees really were a striking shade of purple.

Wait, how did he knew they were clover trees? Senya rubbed his forehead, face growing warm. These fey were messing with his mind.

It was probably a fairy trick. He decided not to risk lingering in Tricin’s territory—even if she wasn’t a threat now, he had the weird feeling that she would be offended if she learned he’d dealt with her fairies without first yielding once more to her wondrous hypnotic embrace.

And he didn’t want to offend Tricin. Like most of the fey on this Ranch, he had a feeling she would only take such behavior as a challenge. Or, worse, she would decide to ‘punish’ him for it.

Or maybe that’s what I want, said that dark voice in his mind again. Gods, imagine her ‘punishing’ me… trapped in her coils, unable to resist, unable to…

Senya quickly became quite lost in these thoughts, oblivious to his surroundings. He knew he needed to shut them out, somehow, but something about them was just intoxicating.

As he wandered down the path, he suddenly noticed a loud purring from behind him. He jumped, turning to behold a gorgeous dark-haired woman. She had a nubile form, bright catlike eyes, a long fuzzy tail, and a pair of tufted cat ears atop her head. She wore a very short green skirt and a pale blouse that didn’t even cover half her torso.

It took Senya a strangely long time to remember Valina, the catgirl bayrampaşa escort who had seduced him his first day here.

She clasped her hands behind her back, giggling at his reaction. “Ooh, sorry! Kitten didn’t mean to frighten Master.”

Senya tried to regain his cool. He remembered the last time they’d met, and spotted that collar, with its little bell on it. For some reason, seeing that bell gave him comfort.

“Master is feeling better, I trust?” she asked, licking her lips—and reminding him of her long, rough tongue. “Master does not need me now?”

“Um… no.” Senya cleared his throat, feeling his face heating up. Valina was staring right at his cock, which he noted with a start had gone rock-hard and was pointed right at her. “Not today.”

“Aw.” She gave a meek nod. “Kitten understands. Kitten was very naughty last time.”

“You, uh…” Senya bit his lip. “You’re feeling better now, then? I mean… well, different.”

“Mm. Different.” She gave a big smile, eyes half-closing. “Kitten feels… fixed! Kitten was getting so silly. She gets so silly when she isn’t disciplined enough. But Kitten has learned her lesson.” She leaned in, beaming at him. “Kitten will be a good girl now for Master. But… if Master wants to make Kitten a better Kitten?” She batted her eyelashes demurely.

“Um… great.”

Senya felt vaguely disturbed. He’d never heard of a catgirl acting like this. Catgirls were… well, cats. Weird and contrary. Goofy and erratic. Sometimes a bit sadistic, though the nicer catgirls would always ask permission before dialing your nerve centers up to eleven and tickletorturing you for hours on end. This docile, pliant act… if it was an act…

Idly, Senya wondered what Valina had done to deserve being placed on the Ranch. Everyone had to have done something, right? What had this creature done to deserve having her mind torn away from her? ‘Breeding’, she called it. Like she was an animal.

“Valina?” he managed, realizing he was getting a little lost in her gorgeous eyes.

“Mm?” she giggled. “Ooh, it’s Kitten’s old name. Kitten almost forgets sometimes! Ditzy-witzy!”

“Do you… do you prefer to be called Valina, or Kitten?”

And then the brainwashed catgirl did something very strange.

She… blinked.

For a second, or even just a split-second, Senya had the strange sense that he wasn’t looking at Kitten. He was looking at someone else, someone older, someone who… who did not understand. Not because she was ‘ditzy-witzy’, but because she was looking at something alien to her.

The bell at her collar gave a little ding.

The happy smile returned. “Kitten!” she squeaked. “Kitten is a good kitten! Valina was a bad girl.” She started to drop to her knees, purring loudly. “Kitten will be a good girl. Master needs Kitten…”

“Um—” But Senya was too slow to react before she grabbed his hips and took his cock between her lips.

There was no teasing, this time, no manipulation. She just poured everything she had into his cock, poured all that submissive obedience in, and sucked. Senya swayed in place as he felt her devouring him, listened to her lips at work. Her soft slips slid up and down his shaft as she took him in deep, then pulled out, then took him in again. Her head bobbed rapidly in his lap. Her rough tongue delicately lapped over his head, bathing him in her saliva, her warm lust. And she held his gaze all the while. Her eyes were wide with desire.

Senya held on for maybe half a minute before he came. Pleasure blasted through him, and she squealed into his cock, swallowing his whole load with a strange hunger. But she didn’t stop sucking.

And then he held on for maybe two more minutes before he came again. Kitten just kept sucking and licking, moaning happily as she guzzled it all down. Her eyes were placid, blissful. Senya was helpless against those eyes. She wanted to suck him, wanted it more than anything, it seemed. How could he resist her? All he could do was stand there, knees quaking, and accept the pleasure she longed to bathe him in.

Finally, after his third orgasm, he managed to remember enough of himself to pull out. It helped that his shoulders, still laden with the yoke, were killing him. His cock was slick with her spit. Kitten gave a disappointed whimper, and right then and there, he almost gave in all over again. He wanted to take it further, to push her down, to fuck Kitten in her needy slut pussy, to breed her, to let her lust consume him, to give himself to her—

But that was a bad idea. On… so many levels. So Senya took a deep breath and, almost reflexively, petted her head. “Kitten,” he whispered, “I… I need to stop this.”

She looked up at him, giving a broad smile. She got to her feet. “Yes!” Before he could react, she grabbed the yoke from his shoulders, hefted it over her own, and took off down the path. “Kitten should help Master! escort bahçelievler What does Master need?”

“I’m—I want to talk to Bobbin—”

“Master talks to Bobbi!” she sang, prancing toward the house. It was all Senya could do to keep up. Her biceps were plainly visible. Kitten was very strong, it seemed. “Kitten is a good girl! Kitten takes Master to Bobbi!”

The farmhouse came into view up ahead. Kitten ran up to the porch, and Senya raced after.

“Kitten, I—”

As they arrived at the door, Kitten abruptly stopped and grabbed his arm. She gave a yank and a twist.

In one swift, powerful move, Senya found that their positions had been flipped: Kitten had shoved him against the door and now pinned him against it! Her eyes blazed with lust, but there was something else kindling in there.

“Valina,” she whispered, “doesn’t like to talk in the open, where scarecrows are. Valina is a bad girl. Scarecrows are very mean to Valina if they hear her talk.”

“Wh… what?” Senya stared at her, heart pounding at the proximity. “What are you—”

Valina—Kitten—the catgirl silenced him with her lips on his, a kiss so powerful it made his knees buckle. He swooned into her embrace, and Valina caught him, moaning happily. For a moment, she squirmed, and he thought she was about to have him penetrate her right then and there. They were both young, aroused, and naked, and clutching each other. He wouldn’t resist. How could he resist this creature anything?

Instead, she opened the door and pulled him inside.

To Senya’s surprise, the farmhouse was empty. They entered the dining room, and the table held only a small plate of crackers and cheese.

Valina released his hand, then kicked the door shut behind them and set the baskets down. “You should eat something,” she chirped, hips swaying back and forth as she approached the table and sat back against it. She winked at him. “Important to eat normal food during ranch business. Keeps Master strong.”

“I…” Senya was still out of breath from Valina’s teasing attentions outside. “I, um…”

He found he almost wanted to just start stroking himself. The urge was surprisingly strong. It boiled in him, making his hand twitch excitedly. It was a strange thought, but it almost made sense. She won’t care. She’d probably love the show. Might make me a bit more sensible. Give me some… control.

He shook off the strange compulsion.

Valina seemed to misinterpret his hesitance. “No worries, Master!” She giggled, grabbing one of the cheeses and popping the whole tiny wheel into her mouth. “Mm!” She rubbed her tummy as she chewed rapidly and swallowed. “Yummy!”

Yummy.

Yummy-nummy.

Yummy-nummy honey.

Senya rubbed his eyes, feeling distinctly off-balance. Where were those thoughts coming from? “I, um,” he croaked.

“Oh, Master.” Valina covered her mouth, hiding a widening grin. “Kitten not fooling Master. Kitten feels drugs just like Master does! Maybe not as strong, but…” She snacked on a cracker. Her way of eating was surprisingly cute—extremely dainty, and almost flirtatious, though there was nothing sexual in the way her slightly sharp teeth nibbled away at the cracker. “It is very safe for Master. No tricks!”

Desperate to get the strangeness out of his head, Senya approached and picked up a cracker. After a moment, he took a slice of what looked suspiciously like brie. Senya hadn’t really cared for brie, the few times his sister, Anya, had made him try it. It seemed smart to only eat things he hated, if he was worried about poison.

Though in truth, he hadn’t been worried until Valina had explicitly brought it up.

He tried the cracker. It was alright. A bit stale, maybe, and the cheese was brie. In Senya’s experience, brie was cheese that had died and never been given a proper burial. But it wasn’t terrible.

That mediocrity was actually a pretty good endorsement, he thought, finishing the rest of the cracker. Fey food always tasted amazing, there was always tons of it, and they were always suspiciously eager to share it with strangers. As the saying went: There’s no such thing as good food for free. But this was clearly just… well, normal food.

Something about the normal food, and the awareness that it was normal, made Senya suddenly very hungry. He started stacking slices of cheese and crackers to make ‘sandwiches’ as he spoke. “So, um… can Valina talk now? I feel like there’s some sort of…” He coughed. “Look, you could’ve seduced me pretty easy back there.”

“Oh, I know.” He looked up nervously from his crackers and saw her beaming at him. She wasn’t eating anymore, which made him a little nervous.

“R-right.” He cleared his throat again. “But you didn’t. Why?”

“Kitten was curious.” The catgirl’s tail suddenly flicked into view, brushing over his hand and pointing out one particularly greenish hunk of cheese. “Try this, Master. It’s from the dopterines!”

“What’s it called?” Senya asked, scooping up a bit and popping it into his mouth. He blinked. The taste was very strong and salty, but surprisingly delicious. He had no idea what sorts of cheeses mothgirls made—they were said to be a perverted and lusty species, with all sorts of strange customs.

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Nach unserer „fesselnden” Begegnung an jenem Tag war einige Zeit ins Land gegangen und Aileen inzwischen in eine andere Stadt gezogen. Wir sahen uns nur selten, aber die Faszination dieses Abends war uns beiden tief in Erinnerung geblieben. Immer wieder in unseren Emails hatten wir davon gesprochen, das Spiel fortzusetzen. Und nun war es endlich soweit.

Aileen sollte am nächsten Morgen mit dem Zug aus Süddeutschland kommen. Drei elende Stunden Fahrt, wo wir doch einfach nur unsere Liebe genießen wollten. Den ganzen Freitag im Büro hatte ich nur einen Gedanken:

„Morgen kommt sie zu mir! Morgen kann ich sie endlich wieder in meine Arme schließen.” …und: „Sie wird mir gehören!”

Die Seidenschals hatte ich Tage zuvor schon neben dem Bett zurechtgelegt. Die Wohnung war aufgeräumt und ein schnelles Essen geplant, denn Aileen mußte am Abend leider wieder zurück.

Aber irgendwie fehlte mir noch etwas….

Am Freitagnachmittag dann die Idee: „Ich werde schon die Zugfahrt in unser Spiel einbeziehen!” Gesagt, getan!

Als ich — natürlich viel zu früh — am nächsten Morgen aufwachte duschte ich und begann, mich auf unser Treffen vorzubereiten.

Als ich Aileen schließlich im Zug vermutete, schickte ich ihr eine sms:

„Du gehörst mir!” Das war der gesamte Text.

Wie würde sie reagieren?

Was folgte, waren die längsten Minuten meines Lebens. Würde sie das Spiel mitmachen? Dann endlich das SMS-Signal meines Handys. Ich öffnete die Nachricht begierig und genau so lautete sie:

“? Mein Liebster. Bitte nicht heute! Habe dazu absolut keine Lust. Möchte nur in Deine Arme, ohne dieses Spiel!”

„Oh nein!” dachte ich.

Ich wollte nicht sofort aufgeben, aber wie sollte es weitergehen?

Ich überlegte längere Zeit und schrieb ihr — ich gebe zu, sehr hart – :

„Abmachung gilt! Kneifen zählt nicht! Wehrlosigkeit? Nein. Aber: Du gehörst mir! Verhandlung auf dieser Basis?”

Ich war gespannt auf ihre Reaktion, die prompt kam:

„???” Das war alles…

Ich antwortete:

„Keine Schals! Viel Zärtlichkeit! Aber Du tust während der Fahrt genau, was ich sage. Am Bahnhof sagst du mir, das Du mir gehörst = Spiel oder etwas anderes = KEIN Spiel”

Zurück kam:

„mmmmh… Okay.”

Nun begann der folgende SMS-Dialog:

„Welche Kleidung trägst Du?”

A: „Rock, T-Shirt, hohe Pumps (für Dich) . Mantel habe ich ausgezogen”

„Rock kurz oder lang? Welches T-Shirt?”

A: „Kurz ? enges weißes T-Shirt??? ”

Auf die Fragezeichen ging ich zunächst nicht ein.

„Bin ganz kribbelig. Freust Du Dich auf mich?”

A: „Und wie! Möchte Dich ganz schnell ganz intensiv fühlen!”

„Bin schon bei Dir und streichle zärtlich Deine Schenkel! Spüre es!”

A: „Mmmh! Macht mich ganz unruhig. Mir wird herrlich warm und meine Brust wird ganz hart und empfindlich… und nicht nur meine Brust”

„Massiere Deine Brust! …..und öffne Deine Schenkel, damit ich Dich besser streicheln kann!”

A: „Geht nicht, habe ein Gegenüber!”

„Dieser Widerspruch zwingt Dich, Deine Knie noch mindestens 2cm weiter zu öffnen! Es sei denn, Du akzeptierst eine Strafe über meinem Knie!”

…. Pause ….

Dann A:

„Was machst Du mit mir? Mein Kopf glüht und ich glaube der Typ gegenüber schaut die ganze Zeit auf meinen Slip!”

„Ganz einfach! Zieh den Slip AUS!”

Sekunden später kam ihre Antwort: „Waaaas!!!???”

Oh Gott, jetzt wurde MIR heiß! Gedanklich war ich schon lange in der Position ihres Gegenübers. Ich sah ihre schlanken, durchtrainierten Schenkel. Schenkel, die an sich schon mehr als einen Blick wert waren. Und dann auch noch der Blick bis hinauf zu ihrem Höschen.

Ich war stahlhart.

„Geh auf die Toilette und zieh den Slip aus! …und den BH gleich mit! Und wage es nicht, Dich ? unsittlich zu berühren!” wiederholte und erläuterte ich meine vorherige Nachricht.

Es verging eine Weile und dann:

„WC war besetzt. Darf ich jetzt wenigstens meine Beine schließen?”

„Ich liebe Dich, meine sinnliche Frau! In genau 7 Minuten darfst Du sogar, wenn Du möchtest, die Beine übereinander schlagen.”

A: „Du Wahnsinniger! Der Mensch vor mir hat eine dicke Beule in der Hose und ich einen nassen Fleck im Rock! Meine Brustwarzen stechen ihm gleich ins Auge! Und wenn ich mit dem Oberkörper wackeln könnte, käme es mir wahrscheinlich augenblicklich.”

„Tue nichts auch nur Ähnliches!!!! In einer halben Stunde bist Du bei mir!!!!! Ich liebe Dich!”

Dreißig Minuten später stieg Aileen aus dem Zug. Obwohl es sehr warm war, hatte sie ihre Jacke an. Und nur SIE und ICH wußten warum.

Lächelnd ging ich auf sie zu, sie lächelt mich an und wir umarmten uns. Wir versanken in einem endlosen Kuß. Alles um escort halkalı uns herum versank in diesem einen Kuß.

„Bring mich nach Hause!” flüsterte sie in mein Ohr „Schnell!”

Die zehn Minuten im Taxi zu meiner Wohnung hatte ich alle Mühe, keinen Fleck in meine Hose zu bekommen. Aileens Hände waren überall auf meinem Körper. Sie übersäte mich mit leidenschaftlichen Küssen. Ihr Körper erschien mir völlig biegsam, denn er berührte den meinen eigentlich überall gleichzeitig.

Ich zahlte das Taxi und wir gingen schnellstens in die Wohnung. Die Tür fiel ins Schloss und Aileen mir um den Hals. Ihre Zunge bahnte sich den Weg zwischen meine sich willig öffnenden Lippen.

Ich drücke sie gegen die Wand und meine Hand umschloß fest ihre herrliche Brust. Sie stöhnte in meinen Mund. Ich drückte sie fest gegen mich und ließ sie auch meine Lust spüren.

Schließlich nahm sie ihren Kopf etwas zurück, schaute mir tief in die Augen und sagte:

„Ich gehöre Dir, wann immer Du möchtest!” und lachend fügte sie hinzu „Du Teufel!”

An die Seidenschals dachte ich nicht mehr. Die Fesseln unserer Liebe, unserer gemeinsamen Lust waren stärker als tonnenschwere Ketten!

Ich zog ihr das T-Shirt über den Kopf und öffnete den Reißverschluß ihres Rocks. Sie ließ den Rock zu Boden gleiten und war splitternackt. Oh wie ich diese Frau begehrte.

Sie schaute mir in die Augen und ließ sich auf die Knie sinken. Mit geübter Bewegung hatte sie in kürzester Zeit meine Hose samt Unterhose aus ihrem Weg geräumt. Mein Stab reckte sich ihr entgegen und war im nächsten Moment tief in ihrem heißen Mund verschwunden.

Diesmal stöhnte ich auf!

Sie nahm mich so tief in ihren Mund, dass ich ihre Nase in meinem Schamhaar fühlte.

Mit einer schnellen Bewegung ließ sie ihren Mund zurückgleiten und ihre Zunge spielte an diesem so empfindlichen Kranz der Eichel. Dann wieder saugte sie ihn tief zwischen ihre weichen, warmen Lippen.

Ich hielt es nicht mehr aus. Noch drei Bewegungen in dieser Art und ich spritzte ihr alles in den Mund.

Sanft zog ich sie hoch, nahm sie auf die Arme und trug sie zum Bett. Sie fiel einfach zurück und spreizte weit ihre Schenkel. Ich rutschte nach vorn und diesmal waren es meine Lippen und meine Zunge, die eine herrliche Aufgabe bekamen.

Ich drückte ihre Schenkel hoch zu ihren Schultern und ihr Po hob sich mir entgegen.

Genau dort — an dieser empfindlichen Öffnung – setzte ich meine steife Zunge an. Ich drückte sie leicht gegen sie und ließ sie dann aufwärts wandern.

Mühelos spaltete ich ihre Schamlippen und ließ die Zungenspitze tief in ihre Scheide dringen. Aileen wälzte sich hin und her. Sie stöhnte, krallte ihre Hände ins Laken.

Wieder und wieder stieß meine Zunge zu. Wenn ich tief in ihr war schleckte ich sie völlig aus. Ließ meine Zunge sich drehen und wenden und dann wieder sich zurückziehen.

Plötzlich bemerkte ich ihre Hand, ihre Finger die anfingen massiv ihren Lustknopf zu massieren. Ich stutzte.

Aileen merkte es und sie schrie förmlich: „Nicht aufhören! Nicht aufhören!”

Und natürlich hörte ich nicht auf!

Ich stieß sie weiter mit meiner Zunge.

Aileen war wie von Sinnen. Sie rieb ihren Knopf so schnell ihre Finger sich nur bewegen konnten.

Und dann kam sie!

Sie schrie, sie tobte….

…und sie spritzte. Sie spritzte, wie ich es noch nie bei ihr gesehen hatte. Mein Gesicht war völlig nass und ich genoß es, sogar einiges davon mit dem Mund aufzufangen. Oh wie herrlich sie schmeckte!

Dann fiel ihr Körper zurück auf das Bett und ich sah, wie sie die letzten Wellen ihres Orgasmus nachwirken ließ. Ich kroch hoch zu ihr und nahm sie in den Arm. Sie schmiegte sich eng an mich.

Ich hatte das Gefühl, ihr nie vorher SO nah gewesen zu sein. Wir lagen auf dem Bett und hielten uns einfach nur fest.

Nach einer Weile fühlte ich, wie sich Aileens Hand über meinen Bauch schob. Zärtlich tastete sie sich zu meinem inzwischen nicht mehr ganz so steifen Freund. Allerdings wachte er sehr schnell wieder auf und reckte sich ihr entgegen. Sie massierte ihn sanft und küsste meine Brust. Ihre Zunge verwöhnte die bei uns Männern ach so kleinen Knöpfe. Ich genoss es, auch wenn ich nicht die Gefühle hatte, die eine Frau gewöhnlich bei dieser Berührung fühlt.

Dann griff ihre Hand an meinem Stab ganz fest zu, sie hielt ihn einfach nur fest und ihr Mund saugte mit aller Kraft meine Brustwarze ein.

Ich dachte ich komme sofort und stöhnte laut auf.

Dann lockerte sie wieder den Griff und auch ihre Zunge spielte wieder eine Weile.

Und dann wieder dieses kräftige Zupacken und Einsaugen.

Vor ungehemmter Lust und weil ich einfach Energie loswerden escort beşiktaş mußte, schlug ich ihr mit ziemlicher Kraft mit der linken Hand auf ihr wohlgeformtes Hinterteil.

Wieder spielte ihre Zunge und ihre Hand lockerte sich.

Und wieder griff sie zu und saugte an meiner Brust.

Und wieder schlug ich ihr auf den Po.

Sie schaute mich an und lächelte:

„Magst Du das?”

Ich war verunsichert. Hatte ich zu fest zugeschlagen? Das ich ihre Hand und ihre Lippen genoss, war wohl ohne Frage.

Zögernd antwortete ich:

„Dein Hintern ist so wahnsinnig heiß!”

Aileen drehte sich um und streckte mir ihren Hintern noch besser entgegen.

„Okay!” sagte sie. „Mach mit ihm, was auch immer Deine Lust tun möchte. Aber…

…nur solange, wie ich Deinen harten Stab in meinem Mund verwöhne.”

Und kaum hatte sie ausgesprochen ließ sie ihn tief in ihren Mund gleiten! Hielt ihn dort, tief in sich gefangen und ich spürte ihre Zunge um ihn herum gleiten, wenn sie ihren Kopf etwas bewegte.

Sie kam hoch, um mehr Luft zu bekommen und ich schlug auf ihren Po.

„Weiter!” sagte ich.

Sofort verschwandt er wieder tief in ihr.

Ich griff ihre Packen und zog sie auseinander. Ich knetete sie und ich schlug nochmal leicht zu. Dann fing Aileen an, ihren Mund rhythmisch und relativ schnell auf und ab zu bewegen.

Im gleichen Rhythmus fing ich an, ihr den Po zu verhauen.

Wieder und wieder schlug ich zu.

Und dann war es um mich geschehen!

Ich fing an, meinen gesamten Liebessaft — wie Aileen ihn einmal nannte — in ihren Mund zu spritzen. Sie merkte den ersten Spritzer und führte mein Glied wieder tief ein. So, als wolle sie keinen Tropfen verlieren! Und das tat sie auch nicht.

Wieder und wieder schluckte sie, bis auch der letzte Tropfen in ihrem Schatzkästchen Mund wohlbehalten aufgesammelt war.

Ich hatte wahrscheinlich nie zuvor einen solchen Orgasmus erlebt. Völlig verausgabt ließ ich mich in die Kissen zurückfallen.

Aileen drehte sich um und kam zu mir. Sie küßte mich und ich schmeckte meinen eigenen Saft. Dann sagte ich ihr, wie glücklich ich sei und nahm sie in den Arm.

„Ich muss noch nicht weg” sagte sie lächelnd.

Wir schmiegten uns zärtlich aneinander und genossen unsere Liebe. Unsere Körper drückten sich aneinander und die Welt hätte untergehen können, uns hätte es nicht gestört. Es war dieser Moment in dem zwei Liebende den Körper des anderen lustvoll genießen können ohne quälenden Drang etwas zu steigern, Orgasmen zu „erzeugen”. Momente voller Zärtlichkeit.

Nach einer Weile des Genießens stand ich auf und holte uns etwas zu essen aus der Küche. Ich hatte Obst, Käse und frische Baguette gekauft, die ich jetzt schnell auf einen Teller dekorierte und ins Schlafzimmer trug.

Aileen lag im Bett und hatte die Decke bis zur Nasenspitze hochgezogen.

„Ist Dir kalt?” fragte ich.

Sie schüttelte den Kopf, lächelte und sagte:

„…aber vielleicht fühlst Du ja einmal.”

Ich stellte das Essen ab, kletterte aufs Bett und fuhr mit meiner Hand unter die Bettdecke um ihren Körper zu erfühlen. Was mir dort allerdings unter die Finger kam war nicht der weiche, warme Körper meiner Geliebten. Es war…. Spitze?

Als ich meine Hand wandern lassen wollte, um zu ergründen was sich so gut anfühlte, blockierte Aileen meine Handbewegung.

„Erst muß ich etwas essen, ich sterbe vor Hunger! Fütterst Du mich?”

Dabei zog sie die Decke eng um sich, um ja nichts von ihrem Geheimnis preiszugeben. Mir war zwar jetzt überhaupt nicht mehr nach essen, aber ich tat ihr den Gefallen. Aileen spielte beim Essen IHR Spiel. Das perfekte flirten, der Grund oder einer davon, warum ich sie soooooo sehr liebte.

Jeden Bissen den ich ihr gab, nahm sie auf andere Art und Weise. Mal streckte sie die Zunge heraus und leckte über den Bissen bevor sie ihn in den offenen Mund gleiten ließ. Dann wieder nahm sie den Bissen so tief, daß sie meine Finger mit erwischte und ihre Lippen darüber hinweg gleiten ließ. Ihre Spielmöglichkeiten waren schier unerschöpflich.

Natürlich küsste sie mich immer wieder zwischen den Häppchen.

Schließlich winkte sie ab.

„Genug, sonst platze ich!”

Ich stellte den Teller auf die Seite und wollte zu ihr ins Bett kriechen um endlich das Geheimnis zu lüften. Aber so wie ich auf der einen Seite hineinkroch, war sie auf der anderen entschlüpft, die Decke immer noch um sich gewickelt.

„Stop!” sagte sie. „Bleib, wo Du bist und hör zu!”

Ich streckte mich auf dem Bett aus und legte die Hände in den Nacken. „Okay” sagte ich.

Sie fuhr fort:

„Ich gehöre Dir! Ich bin Dein willenloses Spielzeug, escort küçükççekmece Deine Sklavin! Aber…

…ich habe vollständig meinen Willen verloren! Also was immer Du möchtest, dass ich tue, Du musst mir genau sagen, wie ich es tun soll!”

Damit ließ sie die Decke fallen und stand vor dem Bett in einem Traum von weißem Mieder und einem dazu passenden Slip.

Mir stockte der Atem!

„Wow!” war das einzige, was mir einfiel.

Sie legte die Hände vor der Brust zusammen, verbeugte sich und ahmte einen Flaschengeist nach.

„Was kann ich für Dich tun Meister?” Das Spiel begann.

„Dreh Dich einmal vollständig um”, sagte ich

Blitzschnell hatte sie sich um die eigene Achse gedreht und schaute mich provozierend an.

„Ganz langsam und noch einmal.”

Sie drehte sich ganz langsam und ich konnte sie von allen Seiten bewundern.

Das Mieder hatte Halbschalen und ihre herrlichen Brüste schienen noch praller, noch fester zu sein. Sie schienen zu schweben. Ein Anblick zum Reinbeißen! Ihre leicht sonnengebräunte Haut stach fantastisch von dem blütenweißen Stoff ab.

Ihre Taille erschien mir noch schmaler und der Schwung ihrer Hüften wurde noch stärker hervorgehoben. Ihre hübschen Pobacken lugten unter dem Stoff hervor und wurden geteilt von einem winzigen Stoffstreifen, der vorn auf das minimalste beschränkt ihren Venushügel verdeckte.

„Komm zu mir!” sagte ich. Sie stellte sich einen halben Meter vor mein Gesicht.

„Spreiz die Beine!” Sie tat es.

Oh Gott, wie gern hätte ich jetzt ihre Schenkel gestreichelt und wäre immer höher gewandert, aber das durfte ich nicht. Nun gut! Dann mußte SIE eben handeln.

„Dreh Dich um.” Sie folgte

„Und jetzt beuge Deinen Oberkörper nach vorne.”

Wieder folgte sie und mir bot sich ein herrlicher Blick auf ihren Po und ihren süßen, noch durch den Slip verhüllten, Spalt.

„Greif durch Deine Beine und streichle die Rückseite Deiner Schenkel!”

… und jetzt Deinen Po!” Sie folgte immer wieder meinen Befehlen.

„und jetzt zieh Deinen Slip aus, langsam!”

Und wie langsam sie das tat. Millimeter für Millimeter schob sie diese süße Nichts über ihren Po hinunter und weiter bis er durch die gespreizten Beine nicht tiefer rutschte.

„Schließ die Beine kurz und zieh ihn aus. Danach spreizt Du sie weiter als jetzt.”

Sie stieg aus dem Höschen und nahm ihre alte Position wieder ein. Tatsächlich waren ihre Schenkel noch weiter offen als vorher.

Aileen genoss diese Show. Ich sah, daß ihre Scham über und über mit kleinen Perlchen benetzt war, die wie Diamanten glitzerten. Sie war stark erregt.

„Streichle Deine Scham!” befahl ich ihr „Aber streichle nicht ganz vorne!”

Gott sei Dank entwickelte Aileen nun doch ein wenig einen eigen Willen und begann, ihre Schamlippen routiniert zu streicheln und zu massieren. Sie fuhr mit ihren Fingern außen herum und drückte sie zusammen, dann wieder mit zwei aneinander gelegten Fingern durch sie hindurch, sie teilend.

Bevor sie ermüdete, ließ ich sie sich aufrichten und umdrehen. Ihre Massage führte sie weiter aus. Als sie sich umdrehte stellte ich fest, wie hart und lang die Knospen ihrer Brüste geworden waren und ich sagte:

„Deine Brust braucht Deine Aufmerksamkeit! Nimm die andere Hand und streichle sanft mit den Fingerspitzen darüber.”

Aileen folgte und als sie ihre Brust berührte, atmete sie heftiger. Diese doppelte Stimulation setzte ihr auf angenehme Art zu. Kleine Tröpfchen ihrer Feuchtigkeit rannen an den Schenkeln entlang.

„Okay!” sagte ich „Ich möchte, daß Du Dich auf meinen Stab setzt!”

Ich sah ihr Strahlen und sie folgte blitzschnell.

„Nein! Nicht einführen. Nimm den Stab in Deine Hand, zieh die Vorhaut zurück und benetze Dein Liebesknöpfchen mit meinem Saft indem Du es daran reibst! Nichts mehr!”

Aileen folgte, aber sie war kurz vor dem Wahnsinn! Sie stöhnte bei jeder Bewegung.

Und ich?

Ich war ebenfalls kurz davor zu zerplatzen!

Endlich erlöste ich uns beide.

„Und jetzt führ ihn gaaaaanz langsam in Deine Scheide ein!”

Sie senkte sich langsam herab und er glitt in ihren nassen Spalt.

Ich konnte nicht mehr klar denken. Ich sagte einfach nur:

„und jetzt mach mit ihm, was Du willst.”

Das ließ sich mein Liebesengel nicht zweimal sagen.

Langsam schneller werdend hob und senkte sie sich auf meinem Schwert.

Dann…..

„AAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Mein Saft schoß in ihren Unterleib! Wieder und wieder spritzte ich in sie hinein.

Das war auch zuviel für meine Reiterin.

Mit wilden buckelnden Bewegungen zeigte sie mir, daß auch sie das Ziel erreicht hatte! Als sie sich schließlich vornüber fallen ließ spürte ich wie sie am ganzen Leib zitterte.

Ich hielt sie fest in meinen Armen und wir ließen unsere Erregung langsam verklingen.

Aileen glitt nicht einmal von mir runter sondern blieb auf mir liegen und schloß einfach ihre Beine indem sie sie nach unten streckte.

Es war ein unbeschreiblicher Tag, das war ganz sicher.

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Vielen Herzlichen Dank erst einmal für das ganze Feedback und vor allem positive Feedback. Danke an jeden der mich angeschrieben und mich ermutigt hat weiter zu schreiben. Ich möchte allerdings bevor es weitergeht auch ein paar Worte an die „sogenannten Kritiker” verlieren. Bei einigen Nachrichten ging es nur darum, die Geschichte und mich schlecht zu machen, oder seinen eigenen Senf dazuzugeben, der anscheinend für mich wichtig sein sollte. Einige Kommentare waren Sachen wie: „das ist ja alles unrealistisch”, oder „alles unglaubwürdig” oder auch „solche Beziehungen gehen ohnehin schief” und noch einige andere 🙂 Leute: „ Also mal ganz ehrlich… unrealistisch?? unglaubwürdig??.. Natürlich!!! Bitte vergesst nicht wo wir hier sind. Es ist eine Seite auf der man GESCHICHTEN lesen möchte und nicht, um sich weiterzubilden. Also bitte!”

Ganz am Anfang meiner Geschichte steht, dass es sich um wirklich so stattgefundene Ereignisse handelt, aber auch Phantasien mit einfließen. Also beruhigt euch bitte wieder.

Eine Sache noch an die, die meinen die Geschichte mit 1 Punkt oder ähnlich schlecht bewertet haben. Also das schon frech wie ich finde. Egal wie schlimm oder schlecht eine Story ist, eine 1 oder 2 verdient wohl kaum jemand. Wenn euch eine Geschichte nicht gefällt, das Thema Cuckolding euch stört, lest doch erst gar nicht diese Art von Geschichten. Vergesst einfach bei aller Kritik, die gerne gesehen ist, wenn sie sachlich ist, nicht das Autoren sich hier Mühe geben und Zeit inventieren, was wenigstens faier honoriert und toleriert werden sollte.

Aber zurück zum Geschehen.

Als ich am nächsten Morgen aufwachte, war Anja noch tief am Schlafen. Sofort waren die Gedanken an letzter Nacht wieder da. Mein kleiner Freund versteifte sich direkt wieder, aber wecken konnte ich Anja jetzt auch nicht deswegen. Ich beschloss zu duschen und das Frühstück vorzubereiten. Nach etwa einer Stunde hörte ich oben die dusche und wusste gleich würde Anja runterkommen. Im Bademantel bekleidet begrüßte sie mich mit einem Kuss und wir sprachen kurz wie wir geschlafen hatten. Am Esstisch sitze ich immer gegenüber meiner Frau und als ich ihr berichtete, dass ich doch noch ziemlich erregt war und daher schlecht geschlafen hatte, grinste sie nur und ich spürte wie sie mit ihrem nackten Fuß mein Bein entlang strich.

Ich schluckte und sah sie direkt an. Anja kam immer höher und massiert mein sich sofort versteiften Schwanz. Seelenruhig spürte ich ihre Zehen an meinem Schanz meiner Eichel und den Eiern. Da ich nur eine Trainingshose anhatte, könnte sie mich da perfekt massieren.

„Anja… können wir über gestern reden” stotterte ich unsicher.

Ohne eine Reaktion, aber wieder mit diesem Glanz in den Augen massierte sie weiter meinen Schwanz und trank in Ruhe ihren Kaffee, frühstückte und las die Zeitung.

Ich war nicht in der Lage endlich mal ein Machtwort zu sprechen, zu sehr genoss ich ihre Füße an meinem Schwanz und war das doch alles Teil dessen, was ich mir immer vorgestellt hatte. Hatte Anja wirklich all meine Phantasien gelesen auf meinem Rechner und legte es jetzt genau darauf an? Anja merkte wie ich unruhiger wurde, grinste, packte mich an der Hand und zog mich in mein Büro bzw. Zockerzimmer.

Sie selber setzte sich an den Rechner und zog vorher einen Stuhl heran, sodass ich direkt neben ihr sitzen konnte. Erschrocken blickte ich auf den PC. Dort waren Duzende Tabs geöffnet, meine „achso” versteckten Ordner mit Bildern, Geschichten, Videos, Captions usw. waren ebenfalls zu sehen. Anja hatte dies wohl heute Morgen als ich Frühstück machte alles vorbereitet und geöffnet. Mir wurde schwindelig und gleichzeitig sah ich unsere Ehe den Bach herunterlaufen. Ich wollte schon zu einer Entschuldigung und Ausrede ansetzen als Anja mir zuvor kam.

„Zieh dich aus und setz dich wieder auf den Stuhl”

Zu sehr in Panik was kommen würde reagierte ich nur und setzte mich splitternackt neben meine Frau.

Ihr grinsen, dass sie schon gestern und heute permanent auf den Lippen hatte erleichterte mich irgendwie, versetzte mich aber gleichzeitig in leichte Angst und Panik. Anja klickte mit der Maus auf den Ordner mit den Bildern und öffnete das erste Bild. Zu sehen war ein Bild einer Frau (ähnlich meiner Anja) wie sie in Dessous und Strapsen einem Mann den Schwanz bläst und gleichzeitig ein ander Mann sie von hinten Doggy nimmt. Im Hintergrund des Bildes saß der vermeintliche Ehemann und wixxte sich seinen deutlich kleineren Schwanz, während er seine Frau und die Männer beobachtet. Das Bild hatte einen Text dazu wo zu lesen war „Traum eines jeden Cucky´s seiner Frau zuzusehen”

Anja griff mit ihrer linken Hand meinen komplett versteiften Schwanz und wixxte ihn extrem langsam und vorsichtig.

„So möchtest du mich also mit anderen Männern sehen”

Ich stammelte nur: „Anja bitte… das sind…. doch nur Phantasien… also… “

„Stottre nicht rum. Beantworte meine Frage. Aber wenn ich dein Schwänzchen so fühle, scheint es dir ja zu Gefallen”

Bevor escort halkalı ich was sagen konnte klickte Anja das nächste Bild an. Hier kniete der Ehemann vor seiner Frau, küsste ihre in Halterlosen verhüllten Füße, während die Frau einen verdammt großen und dicken Schwanz eines farbigen Mannes lutschte.

„So möchtest du also vor mir knien mein kleiner?”

Wieder war ich nicht in der Lage zu antworten. Anja wixxte weiter meinen Schwanz und ich war so verdammt erregt aber gleichzeitig war mir das alles so peinlich.

Das nächste Bild zeigte eine Frau mit gespreizten Beinen auf dem Bett liegen. Ein Teilausschnitt eines erneut unfassbar großen Schwanzes war zu sehen, und die ganze Fotze der Frau war vollgespritzt mit dem Sperma des Mannes. Auf dem Bild war der Text zu lesen „Schaaaatz, dein Frühstück ist fertig, komm her und leck mich sauber”

Ich wurde Knallrot und wusste was noch alles für perverse, versaute Bilder folgen würden. Gleichzeit hätte ich aber sofort spritzen können, wenn Anja auch nur etwas schneller gewixxt hätte.

Absolut ruhig wixxte meine Anja mich langsam weiter, immer wenn ich mich etwas versteifte und schneller atmete stoppte sie und hauchte ein „Pssssscht ganz ruhig” „Wusste ja gar nicht, dass du so auf Sperma stehst mein Schatz… und dann sogar von anderen Männern… gut zu wissen”

„Anja bitte….” Stammelte ich erneut.

„Bitte was? Bitte schneller wixxen? Oder bitte aufhören?”

Das ganze ging dann noch über eine Stunde so weiter und Anja öffnete auch die Geschichten die ich gelesen oder selber geschrieben habe, wo es detailliert um das Thema Cuckolding ging. Auch Pornos öffnete Sie und weitere Bilder und Captions. Die ganze Zeit hielt Anja mich auf einem so erregten Zustand und auch kommentierte sie die Bilder, Videos und Dateien.

Als ich es kaum noch aushalten konnte und wir den Großteil der Daten angesehen hatten, stand Anja plötzlich auf, öffnete den Bademantel und ließ in Fallen. Ich konnte ihre perfekten Brüste sehen, ihre Nippel standen steif ab und ihre Fotze glänzte feucht.

Ohne ein Wort schwang Anja sich über mich und setzte sich auf meinen harten, schon komplett überreizten Schwanz. Ich spürte wie heiß und nass Anja war und drang so tief es für meine Verhältnisse geht in sie ein.

Anja stöhnte erregt auf und merkte wie ich zu kämpfen hatte und bewegte sich kein bisschen. Wir küssten uns intensiv und ich knetete mit meinen Händen ihren geilen Arsch.

„Los spitzt mich voll, zeig mir wie geil du auf mich bist” hauchte Anja.

Anja bewegte sich nur zweimal auf und ab und ich konnte vor lauter Geilheit nicht mehr innehalten und spritze mein ganzen Sperma in ihre gierige nasse Fotze. Laut stöhnend kam ich in Anja und merkte wie fest Anja mich an sich drückte.

Sicherlich 1-2 Minuten bewegte sich keiner von uns beiden und ich legte meinen Kopf fest auf die Brust meiner Frau. Es war ein sehr intimer und inniger Moment. Als ich gerade etwas sagen wollte, drückte mir Anja einen Kuss auf den Mund der all unsere Liebe und Vertrautheit ausstrahlte und ich musste schweigen. Als der Kuss endete sagte Anja ganz ruhig und entspannt.

„Lass uns erstmal duschen und dann setzen wir uns auf die Couch, trinken einen Kaffee und reden erstmal über alles. Ich liebe dich mein Schatz”

Ich sah Anja völlig verliebt und glücklich an und nickte nur.

Später auf der Couch haben wir sehr intensiv miteinander geredet, uns über unsere intimsten Phantasien ausgetauscht, zusammen gelacht und geweint. Etwa 3 Stunden später war alles offen, alles lag auf dem Tisch und es gab keine Geheimnisse oder versteckten Gelüste mehr. Ich war selber überrascht über meine Anja, welch geheime Gelüste sie hatte, und sich selber nicht traute gewisse Dinge anzusprechen oder auszusprechen. Ich selber gestand ihr, dass ich mir wünschen würde eine devote Haltung ihr gegenüber einnehmen zu wollen und das Thema Cuckolding ausprobieren und an meine Grenzen gehen wollen würde. Peinlich aber auch erleichternd war ihr zu gestehen, dass ich mir auch Sex mit Männern vorstellen könnte und auch gerne mal Dessous tragen wollen würde. Peinlich deswegen, da ich es nicht nur vor ihr, sondern auch vor eventuellen Lovern tun würde. Ich wollte mich ihr gegenüber was das sexuelle angeht unterwerfen und mich extrem gerne erniedrigen lassen. Es war jetzt nicht mehr die Zeit irgendwas zu verheimlichen, dafür zeigten die ganzen Dateien auf meinem Rechner ohnehin was ich mir alles vorstellte. Anja selber gestand mir, dass sie schon lange wünschte mal andere Erfahrungen mit anderen Männern zu machen. Insgeheim auch den einen oder anderen Porno gucken würde und sich sogar vor einigen Monaten einen ziemlich großen Dildo gekauft hat, den sie bisher vor mir versteckt hat.

Mir gegenüber Herrisch und eventuell Dominant zu sein schien ihr bis vor ein paar Tagen als ziemlich grotesk, gestand mir aber, dass sie gestern und heute eine Macht über mich verspürt hat, die sie unfassbar erregte. Auch sprachen escort beşiktaş wir über meinen Schwanz und das er ihr wirklich manchmal deutlich zu klein und zu dünn sei. Sie liebt den Sex mit mir, aber der Gedanke von einem „richtigen Mann” mit einem großen Schwanz genommen zu werden, würde sie extrem scharf machen. Wir lachten beide als die merkte wie mein kleiner sich sofort bei diesem Thema versteifte.

„Dich macht es echt soooo geil, wenn ich mich über deinen kleinen lustig mache?” kicherte sie. Beschämt sah ich nur zu Boden und nickte.

„Oh da werde ich viel Spaß dran haben dich zu ärgern und zu erniedrigen” kicherte Sie und küsste mich.

Klar war für uns beide, dass wir jetzt nicht alles von heute auf morgen um 180 Grad umwandeln würden, wir aber nach und nach diese Spiele vertiefen wollten. Wir haben ja immerhin noch ein normales Leben mit Arbeit, normalen Problemen und Sorgen. Das sich jetzt von morgens bis abends alles um Sex und Cuckolding drehen würde ist ohnehin unrealistisch. Aber es würden sich Dinge ändern, das war uns klar. Es tat gut über diese Sachen zu reden und auch die Grenzen klar abzustecken und ich würde jedem raten, der sich mit dem Thema beschäftigt genau das zu tun. Miteinander reden, offen sein und sich langsam rantasten. Aus eigener Erfahrung lasst euch gesagt sein, dass Dinge im Kopf während man wixxt, deutlich leichter erschienen als dann in der wirklichen Realität 😊

Die nächsten Tage waren leider dann geprägt vom Alltag und es passierte nicht viel. Am kommenden Wochenende fing es dann aber langsam an, dass sich Sachen veränderten. Wir hatten schon ein paar Tage keinen Sex und ich war wie immer eigentlich dauergeil. Anja wollte nach dem Frühstück am Samstag shoppen fahren. Nix besonderes, aber ich sollte mich noch wundern. Nie hätte ich gedacht, dass Anja sich so in die Materie reinversetzen könnte und so ein Biest werden würde. Natürlich ist Biest im positiven Sinne zu verstehen.

Wir fuhren also in die nächstgelegene größere Einkaufmall und gingen shoppen. Als wir gerade im Parkhaus aus dem Auto steigen wollten, legte mir Anja ihre Hand in den Schritt und hauchte mir ein: „Gib mir deine Kreditkarte… da du mich mit deinem Schwänzchen schon nicht befriedigen kannst, solltest du das vielleicht mal mit deiner Kreditkarte versuchen.”

Grinste mich dabei süß an und stieg aus dem Auto aus. Verrückt war, dass mein kleiner sofort steif wurde und ich die Art wie sie Sprach liebte. Aus dem Auto ausgestiegen überreichte ich ihr meine Kreditkarte (eigentlich war es ja unsere, aber irgendwie war es symbolisch dafür, dass sie jetzt mit unserem Geld macht was sie will).

Anja trug ein leichtes Sommerkleid, war dezent aber hübsch geschminkt und hatte süße offene Sommer Schuhe mit ganz leichtem Absatz an. Ihre Weißlackierten French Nails an den Zehen konnte man deutlich erkennen. Das Kleid ging ihr etwa bis knapp über die Knie und ihre Beine waren leicht gebräunt und wie immer sexy anzusehen. Oh was liebte ich meine Frau anzusehen und ich war froh eine solche Schönheit meine Frau nennen zu dürfen.

Als wir bei den ersten Geschäften waren, stoppten wir zuerst bei Hunkemöller. Anja wollte Dessous und gerade als ich mit ihr den Laden betreten wollte meinte sie nur: „Du kannst hier Draußen warten und beobachten mein kleiner!”

Ich grummelte nur ein OK und setzte mich in ein gegenüberliegendes Café. Ich erkannte Anja wie sie durch den Laden schlenderte und sich so einige Sachen anschaute. Auch beobachtete ich, dass ein junger Verkäufer meine Anja immer wieder musterte. Aus dem Café heraus konnte ich sehen wie er sie dann ansprach und die beiden sich fröhlich unterhielten. Wie gerne wäre ich jetzt dabei um zu sehen was sich Anja alles holen wollte.

Ich hatte inzwischen meinen Kaffee ausgetrunken bezahlt und wollte aus der Nähe etwas mehr sehen, was sich im Geschäft abspielte. Erkennen konnte ich gerade noch wie Anja in eine Umkleidekabine verschwand mit einem großen Berg an Unterwäsche, Dessous usw. Kurze Zeit passierte nix, dann aber sah ich meine Frau den Verkäufer heranrufen. Aber anstatt, wie man es kennt, nur den Kopf herauszustrecken, zog meine Frau den Vorhang deutlich bei Seite und ich konnte sie in hautfarbenen Strapsen, mit passendem Höschen und BH sehen. Mir stockte der Atem so heiß sah Anja aus.

Der Verkäufer grinste ebenfalls, kam auf Anja zu, und sie unterhielten sich. Anja erklärte ihm wohl etwas, dass ich natürlich nicht hören konnte und der Verkäufer fing an am BH rumzufummeln.

Anja erblickte mich und grinste mich diebisch an. Kurz darauf drehte sie sich um, und präsentierte dem Verkäufer ihren heißen Arsch in einem knappen String. Dieses Spielchen ging dann sicher noch eine halbe Stunde und Anja probierte verschiedene Sachen an und immer wieder fragte sie den Verkäufer nach seiner Meinung. Beide kicherten und unterhielten sich angeregt. Immer wieder richtete der Verkäufer die Wäsche direkt an ihrem Körper, berührte sie am Rücken, escort küçükççekmece ihrem Arsch und ihrem Nacken oder Bauch. Ich platze vor Geilheit und Eifersucht. Nach einiger Zeit verschwand Anja in der Umkleide und reichte dem Verkäufer einen Berg Klamotten, den dieser zur Kasse brachte. Anja kam kurz darauf zu mir nach draußen und grinste diebisch.

„Na hat dir die Show gefallen?” Bevor ich antworten konnte sagte Anja mir: „Hier die Kreditkarte… geh bitte bezahlen für mich”

Ich wollte gerade los, da drückte mir Anja etwas in die Hand. Irritiert sah ich in meine Hand und sah ihr rosa Höschen. Es fühle sich warm und schon echt feucht an. Ich sah Anja fragend an.

„Bedank dich brav bei Michael (dem Verkäufer), dass er mich so herrlich beraten und bedient hat. Gib ihm mein Höschen und sag ihm er soll später an mich denken”

„Ich soll was?”

„Fängst du jetzt etwa bei der erste Bitte die ich habe an zu zicken? Los mach was ich dir gesagt habe”

Mit gesenktem, knallrotem Kopf ging ich in den Laden und sah den Verkäufer mich schon überlegen angrinsen.

In Seelenruhe scannte er alle Artikel und ich bezahlte die 630€, es waren wirklich viele und edle Dessous. Als er mir die Quittung überreichte, nahm ich allen Mut zusammen und drückte ihm das feuchte Höschen meiner Frau in die Hand.

„Vielen Dank das sie meine Frau so toll beraten haben, es hat ihr sehr gut gefallen”

Der Verkäufer grinste diebisch, nahm das Höschen, führte es Richtung Gesicht und nahm einen tiefen Zug.

„Mhhhh, herrlich… deine Frau ist echt ein geiles Biest. Sag ihr wenn sie noch weitere Beratung in allerlei Themen will soll sie sich melden. Sie hat ja meine Nummer”

Ich nickte nur stumm, nahm die Tüten und verließ peinlich berührt den Laden. Bei Anja angekommen reichte ich ihr wieder die Kreditkarte und berichtete ihr was Michael gesagt hatte. „Oh wie süß… ich glaube da werde ich bei Bedarf drauf zurückkommen”

Euphorisch von ihrem Einkauf schwang Anja herum und schlenderte weiter in der Mall herum. Bedröppelt, verwirrt und natürlich erregt wie Sau lief ich hinterher und trug dabei natürlich den Berg an Dessous. Als nächstes standen Schuhe auf dem Programm und auch hier war es natürlich kein normaler Einkauf.

Angekommen im Schuladen, schlenderten wir durch die Regale und Anja meinte wieder ich soll sie alleine lassen, sie wollte nicht das jemand sieht, dass wir zusammengehören. Grummelnd ließ ich mich zurückfallen und beobachtete wieder nur. Auch hier dauerte es nicht lange, bis ein Verkäufer kam und Anja Hilfe anbot. Diesmal war es ein eher unscheinbarer Azubi wie es aussah. Jung und sichtlich nervös und nicht die Krone der Schöpfung. Aber er war nett und bemüht. An Anjas Reaktion erkannte ich, dass sie schon wieder etwas vorhatte.

Anja und der Verkäufer nahmen verschiedenste High Heels, Pumps und Stiefel mit. Geschickt wickelte Anja den jungen Verkäufer um ihren Finger und ließ sich auf einen Sessel nieder, nicht aber um die Schuhe selber anzuprobieren, sondern sie brachte den Jüngling dazu ihr die Schuhe anzuziehen.

In mir tobte ein Sturm der Gefühle, als ich sah wie der kleine Wixxer sich vor meine Frau auf den Boden kniete, ihre Füße zu Hand nahm und ihr die ersten paar Heels anzog. In seinen Augen sah ich direkt, das er es geil fand die Füße, die Knöchel und Waden meiner Frau anzufassen. Gierig betrachtete er ihre Zehen und lackierten Nägel.

Anja grinste weil sie wusste, dass ich heimlich alles beobachtete und wie sehr ich auf ihre Füße stand. Der Junge verlor plötzlich das Interesse an den Füßen meiner Frau und blickte immer wieder verstohlen etwas höher. Auf einmal traf es mich wie ein Blitz. Anjas Rock war durch ihre Sitzposition hochgerutscht, sie sah zurückgelehnt auf einem Sessel, der Jüngling ihren Fuß in der Hand und somit musste er einen herrlichen Blick auf die feuchte, rasierte Pussy meiner Frau haben.

Ich musste mich zusammenreißen nicht sofort einzuschreiten, aber sowas hatte mir Anja vorher rigoros verboten!

Anja spielte immer weiter mit dem jungen Kerl und spreizte immer wieder mal mehr mal weniger ihre Beine. Der Verkäufer musste alles genau erkennen können. Der Kleine wusste gar nicht wo er zuerst hinsehen sollte. Immer wieder streichelte er Gedankenverloren ihre Füße und Blicke starr auf ihre Fotze. Anja ließ ihn machen und genoss die Aufmerksamkeit. Nachdem Anja sich für 4 verschiedene Paare Schuhe entschieden hatte durfte ich diese erneut bezahlen und lief vollgepackt mit Anja durch die Mall.

Bei einem Kaffee sprachen wir über die Geschehnisse im Dessous,- und Schuhgeschäft. Anja wollte nicht ganz raus mit der Sprache was es mit Michael im Schuhgeschäft auf sich hatte. Details erfährst du vielleicht, wenn du brav genug bist.

Anja erzählte mir, wie peinlich es ihr erst war, als dieser junge Schuhverkäufer sie so angefasst und sie sich so offen gezeigt hat. Wie eine billige Schlampe dachte sie zuerst, allerdings veränderte sich dieses Gefühl immer mehr wie Anja mir berichtete. Sie spürte eine so starke Erregung, durch die Macht die sie über den kleinen hatte.

„Er hätte glaube ich in dem Moment alles gemacht was ich gewollt hätte. Ihr Männer seid echt zu simpel „gestrickt” lachte Anja.

Wir aßen noch etwas zusammen, kauften einige Kleider und Röcke für Anja, aber ohne das diesmal etwas erzählenswertes passierte.

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