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Somehow some light shines on my face. The sun is shining. I probably slept through the night.

When I wake up, I sort out my thoughts and turn to the side. I wasn’t dreaming! Here she lies. Right next to me. Sideways with her back to me. Apparently, she is still sleeping, my goddess.

I look at her as she lies here. A perfect body. Her flawless fair skin and long black hair. Amazing, what a woman!

Yesterday’s experiences wander through my mind. OMG, that was good. My desire increases again immediately. Without much thought, I move close to her and begin to gently stroke her body. Especially about her perfect butt. At some point she lets out a quiet, pleasant sigh and turns a little more onto her stomach. She bends one leg slightly. Her bare crack becomes visible, and my hand immediately goes exploring.

I stroke the inside of her thighs, along the crack of her ass and lightly over her pussy. She opens her legs even more and stretches her butt out towards me. If that’s not an invitation! I part her labia with one finger and run along them. She’s wet. And how! Of course that animates me even more. I start massaging her pussy. Share its lipps. Penetrate her minimally. Circle her tickler. My fingers are already really wet with her juice.

She starts to moan slightly and turns a little anymore, so that I have her full glory in front of me. While I push my escort bursa middle finger into her, I massage her rosette with the wet palm of my hand. She clearly likes it and stretches out her wonderful bottom towards me.

I add my second hand. I take care of her pussy with one and her ass with the other. My cock is now really hard and because of the desire for her I don’t think anymore, I just want her more.

While I fuck her crack with one finger and massage her clitoris with an another, I start to pamper her ass with the other hand. She is now so wet that I can easily penetrate her with my index finger. I just sink my middle finger into her asshole and massage her tight hole with light movements.

Selena’s breathing is now rapid, and her moans are unmistakable. She looks over her shoulder. She looks at me lustfully with her beautiful eyes and whispers to me, fuck me my sweetheart. Come on. I want you deep inside me.

She draws her legs all the way up and kneels in front of me. What a sight! Her wet slit and the shiny rosette right in front of me. My cock is rock hard, and I move up to her from behind. When I’m very close, she reaches one hand through her legs and grabs my hard-on. She pulls it to her wet pussy, but she doesn’t sink it. She slowly runs the tip of my cock through her swollen pussy lips. I push slightly, but before bursa otele gelen escort I can sink myself into her, she grabs my cock tighter and directs me to her anus. Can that really be! She wants me to fuck her incredible ass! Oh. And how she wants it. She uses my cock and presses it greedily into herself.

Now it’s your turn baby to fuck me, I hear her whisper. I won’t let anyone tell me that twice. I start thrusting into her tight hole. First carefully and lightly, then more and deeper. Her heat and pressure are unbelievable and soon I’m in her to the hilt. Both of my hands grab her hips and I start fucking her beautiful ass in earnest. Her moans get louder and louder, and I realize that I’m going to cum soon.

Between two hard thrusts I moan as a warning that I’m about to cum. Yes! Yes, cum inside me, she returns and rubs her pussy hard.

Not once do I raise the issue and fuck her deep and hard. Then the world explodes. We come at the same time. Loud. Uninhibited. Incredible.

Now we’re lying next to each other, sweaty. We smile at each other. Good morning darling. She caresses me and kisses me. Good morning, sweetheart.

Unfortunately, reality is now starting to catch up with us. We both must do our jobs. I still have to check out of the hotel and go home to change.

I look bursa merkez escort at her seriously, darling, I have something to tell you. She looks at me in shock. Suddenly she seems vulnerable.

Even if that might sound very offensive now. I would like to see you again as soon as possible. I. I have fallen in love with you, and I want to see you again as soon as possible.

There is a brief silence. Her facial expression changes to a wide, warm smile. Baby! I thought you’d say goodbye at some point. Yes. Yes, my sweet. If you want, I’m yours. And we sink tightly into a long, intense kiss.

It didn’t help at all. We must stand up. Come on, let’s take a shower. She takes me by the hand and pulls me into the bathroom. The shower is large and spacious, and the water comes nice and hot from a large shower head on the ceiling.

She’s a lot taller than me. The way she stands next to me, pressed close to me, it’s impossible to miss. But I do not mind. On the contrary. I don’t know that though. But I find it very exciting. This perfect body and her charisma paired with tender dominance.

We soap each other up. I massage her breasts with soapy foam and play with her stiff nipples. She cups my cock and my balls with one hand. At the same time, her secondhand slides over my butt and she presses one of her long, soapy fingers into my ass. Deep, all the way. I groan and must hold on to her. Damn I’m horny again!

Then it’s over again. She smiles mischievously at me. Just so you don’t forget me. But we don’t have time for more now.

She withdraws. I would like to attack her. Unfortunately, she is right. It’s really time. However, adult thoughts will accompany me all day long. I already know that.

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July 10th, 2024

2:00 AM

Team Hotel

—

After the team’s close victory against Great Britain, the girls enjoyed a long night out of celebration on the Las Vegas Strip, full of eating world class food, drinking the most expensive alcoholic beverages you could imagine, and of course, gambling. Still plastered after their eventful night, they all went back to Serafina and Jimenez’s shared hotel room.

“Yo Em! (Buuuurrrrrp!) pour me another shot of that Patron!” Said Serafina, as she belched and slurred her words.

“Alright… alright…I’m coooomin! Just let me have another siiiip of this boooootttle real quuuiiiiick!” Said Diaz as she wrapped her lips around a large Don Julio bottle.

“Hurry uuuuupp! My body needs Patron! Like right now or Ima fucking… explode and fucking… diiiieee!” Said Serafina

Thunderhawk held up her shit glass high. “Pour me some more tooooo!” She slurred.

“Hey guys, where’s Johnson?” Asked Jimenez.

“She’s back at our room, sleeping like a baby, haha!” Laughed Giordano “I mean, she barely drank tonight! What a lightweight am I right?”

“Ok!” Said Diaz. “Here comes your guys sho-“

(CRASH!)

As Diaz walked to the other side of the room to pour them shots, she dropped the bottle of Patron, the tequila bottle leaking all over the floor. “(Gaaaasssp!) oh shit! My bad! Heh heh… I like… did NOT mean to do that! I’m such a klutz!”

Serafina fell to her knees. “My Patrooooooon! It’s goooone because of yoooouuu, Ember! Whyyyyy!” She cried.

“Duuude I’m (wheeeeze) I’m sorry! I’m sorryyyy! I didn’t mean it bro I swear!” Said Diaz, trying hard to contain her laughter.

“Oh my god dude you’re like soooo drunk right now, Em!” Wailed Jimenez. “How many sips of fucking tequila did you have out that big ass bottle?”

“Uhhh… how much sips is a quarter of a… (buuuurrrrp!) oops! Excuse me! Hahahahaha!” Said Diaz covering her mouth as she laughed even harder.

“Ewww you’re so wasted duuude!” Said Jimenez.

Tears welles up in Serafina’s eyes. “My Patrooon! It’s really gooone! (sniffles) …Just like how Demarcus is gooone! Why does everything I love always have to leave meeee!!” Serafina said, as she began sobbing.

Jimenez quickly ran over to console her. “Hey, hey, hey, come hereeee! Girl, you don’t need him! You are SO beautiful and you deserve better!”

“(Sniff) b-but I-I loooved h-h-hiiim!” Serafina wimpered.

Thunderhawk also walked over to comfort Serafina. “He showed his true colors! You don’t need people like that in your life!”

“B-b-but he was sooo damn fiiiiine! His perfect 360 waves, his goatee, (sniffles) his tattoos, his muscles! (Sniff) I just want to fuck him one more t-tiiime!”

“Look, there are plenty more fish in the sea! You’re so fucking pretty! I wish I could have your body, personality, and aura! You are ethereal, and men should treat you like the goddess that you are!” Said Thunderhawk.

“DEMAAARCUUUUS!!!” Bawled Serafina. “I WANT HIM BACK SO BAAAAD!!! HE WAS MY ONE TRUE LOOOOVE!!!”

“It’ll be ok ‘Fina! I feel your pain!” said Thunderhawk.

“Jesus waterworks, we get it. You lost your little human dildo. Newsflash, we have a fucking fart championship to win in a couple days! Now can we focus on that?” Said Giordano.

“Beckyyy! She’s going through emotional distress! We have to be there for her in her times of need! We’re a team, after all!” Said Thunderhawk, as she caressed Serafina’s back.

“Yeah, we all know you don’t have a soul but can you at least try to show some empathy, Becky?” Said Jimenez.

“Heyyy Finaaaa…! I know w-what could ch-cheer you uppp!” Giggled Diaz, stumbling on her words.

“I don’t careee, Em!” Whined Serafina.

“Hnnnng! Hold on, I got something for youuu!” Said Diaz, Lifting up her right leg. “it’s riiiigggght…”

Prrrrrrttt!

“…there! Heh heh heh!” Laughed Diaz as she stuck her tongue out.

“(smacks lips) Ha-ha-ha. You’re such a comedian. Ughh.” Jimenez groaned as she rolled her eyes. “I swear bro you can never handle your alcohol!”

“Wait! I got another one! Hnnnng!” Said Diaz as she pushed hard.

Peeeeeerrrrrriiiip!

“Hahahaaaaa! Ooooops!”

“Fuck, you’re telling me I gotta deal with this chucklefuck for the rest of the night? Ugggghh!” Groaned Giordano. “(Sigh) Hey, bitch! Gimmie that Don Julio! I need a fuckin drink!”

“Riiiight awayyy, Jose! Let’s all get fuuuuucccked up! WOOHOOoooOOoo! Girls for life, am I riii-“

“Just hand me the damn bottle ya fuckin dope!” Yelled Giordano.

“Ooookkaaayyy lemme just shimmy my little self all on over too y-“

(CRASH!)

As she walked over to Giordano, Diaz once again dropped another bottle of alcohol, it shattering into pieces and leaking all over the floor.

“(Gaaaasp!) YOU. FUCKING. IDIOT!” Screamed Giordano.

“NOOOOO! Not the Don Juliooooo!!” Wailed Serafina, as she began to cry again. “WHY CAN’T THE WORLD LET ME ENJOY ANYTHIIIIING!!”

“Uhhh… bursa escort oopsie-poopsie! Heheheheee!” giggled Diaz

“You goddamn smooth-brained imbecile! I paid ONE HUNDRED AND FUCKING FORTY dollars for that bottle! ONE HUNDRED FORTY!” Screamed Giordano.

“I’m such a kluuuutz bro! I can’t help iiiiiit! Hahaha!” Laughed Diaz, nervously.

Prrrrrrrrrrtttt!

“uhhh heh heh! I’m… sorry… I can’t help but fart when I get nervous… haha!” Chuckled Diaz, as she fanned her ass.

Frrrrrrrriiiippt!

“Uhhh… hahaha! That Filet Mignon and Brussel Sprouts I had at the steakhouse earlier is reaaaally doing a number on meee!”

“Are you serious right now? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? You’re gonna sit here, break my bottle, laugh, and proceed to fucking fart like nothing happened?” Said Giordano. “I’M GONNA KILL YOU BITCH!!! AHHHHHH!!!” Cried Giordano. She then picked up a shard of broken glass off the floor and ran towards Diaz.

Thunderhawk quickly ran to protect Diaz from Giordano’s wrath, stepping in front of Diaz and outstretching her arms to shield her. “Becky, Becky! Stop!”

“Thunder, will you kindly move out of the way? I am going to fucking brutally murder Ember now, and I do not want to be charged with double homicide in the state of Nevada. Got that?”

“Look, Becky, 140 isn’t even that much money… uh… when you think about it! I mean, didn’t you win big on craps tonight? Like a thousand dollars?” Said Thunderhawk.

“Yeah but that dumb fuck standing behind you should know not to fuck with any amount MY money! I got mob ties, y’know that, Ember? MOB TIES!”

“This whole team is falling apaaaarrrt! Just like my love liiiife!” Bawled Serafina.

“All I’m saying Becky is that you have a lot more money left! Like 860 dollars to be exact! So why not just be happy with that?”

“860 dollars isn’t enough! 860 dollars is-” Giordano suddenly stopped talking and took a step back, putting down the glass shard “heh, I think I just got an idea…”

“What?” Asked Thunderhawk.

“Well… since that ugly, dumb, clumsy, worthless piece of shit loves wasting my money and farting so much… why not give her the opportunity to redeem herself?” Said Giordano, as an evil smile grew on her face. “Ember, I challenge you…

…to a FART-OFF!!!”

“(Gasp!) Like that girl on Team Mexico who challenged Thunder to a fart duel? Nooooo I don’t wannaaa!” Said Diaz, as she turned her back and headed towards the door.

“Then what are ya, Ember Anderson-Diaz? Are ya…”

“…FARTLESS…?”

The room, after Giordano’s shocking remark, went pindrop silent. Jimenz, Thunderhawk, and Serafina looked at each other in disbelief after hearing such a vulgar and offensive word come out of their teammate’s mouth.

“(Gaaaasp!) you did not just call her that!” Said Thunderhawk.

“That’s the worst insult in the fart game, dog!” Said Jimenez.

“Yeah, even I don’t use the big F-bomb!” Said Serafina

Diaz stopped dead in her tracks, her sober self finally creeping back in. She slowly turned around, peering at Giordano “what… THE FUCK… did you just call me?”

“You heard me, Ember Anderson-Diaz! Are. You. FARTLESS?”

“Nobody… and I mean NOBODY… calls me fartless! You hear that Becky? NOBODY!” Yelled Diaz, with tears of rage welling up in her eyes. “Fine! I’ll do your stupid fart duel or fart-off or whatever the fuck!”

Giordano dropped the shard of glass back down to the floor. “You don’t have a fucking choice, you braindead whore! You’re doing this whether you fucking like it or not! And if you lose, ohhh boy!”

“Well then… w-what happens if I lose?” Asked Diaz, nervously.

“Let’s just say I’ll pay you and your family a visit back in Miami after the IWFC is over” said Giordano, menacingly rubbing her hands together.

“W-well… what happens i-if i win?”

Giordano’s menacing smile slowly went away. Her hands stopped rubbing together and went back down to her sides. She stared through Diaz, with a blank, cold expression.

“…you survive…”

—

“Alright, we both got 1 minute. Whoever farts the most in that minute, wins! Thunder will keep score!” Announced Giordano.

“What if I like… shit my pants? I’ve had a ton of alc tonight you know… haha!” Said Diaz.

“Oh we KNOW” said Jimenez.

“You better be careful, Becky. Em can fart a shit ton within a minute. I mean, the main reason she was even recruited to the team was because of the frequency of her farts!” Said Thunderhawk.

“I agree with her. I think you’re losing this, Becky.” Said Serafina.

“Pffff! Well fuck you guys too! It’s not like I won the New York City Fart Contest 5 times!” Said Giordano

“It was 4 times.” Replied Thunderhawk.

“Shut up Thunder!” Said Giordano.

“I don’t care who wins. I’m posting this on TikTok to all of my 600 thousand followers either way and there’s nothing bursa escort bayan y’all can do about it!” Said Jimenez, as she got her phone out to start filming.

“Well remember to tag me so my 2 million followers can see me stinking Ember out!” Said Giordano. “Now Thunder give us a countdown!”

“5… 4… 3… 2… 1… fart!”

“Hnnnnnnggg! Come on, fart now, ass!” Said Giordano, pushing hard.

FRRRRRAAAAPT!

“Huh? That wasn’t my ass!” Thought Giordano, as she looked to her side to see Diaz smiling.

ThhhhhhRRRRRIIMP!

“Can you at least give me a chance to rip one fuckface? Jesus!” Said Giordano, still trying to push one out.

“Haaaaaa! I thought this was supposed to be a contest, biiiitch!” Said Diaz, as she lifted up her leg to fart again.

Prrrrrrpplplplplplp!

Vviiiiiirrrrrrrriiiiimmmmmfffftt!

“You better keep up, Becky! Told you this wasn’t gonna be the cakewalk you thought it would!” Said Jimenez.

“Mmmmmmmphhh!”

FRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEMMMPTTT!

“Aw fuck yeah there we go!” Said Giordano patting her stomach.

VVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIPPP!

“Now we’re talkin’!” She said, as she leaned down to smell her fart. “(Sniiiif) Ohhhh shit! That one’s just straight ASS! Haha!”

“Ewww!” Said Diaz, as she shuffled a few feet away from Giordano. “Why do yours always have to smell so baaaad broooo?! (Bleeeech!) I think I’m gonna puke!”

“That’s because I’m a real farter, unlike you! Those little toots you call ‘farts’ won’t get us nowhere in the championship! What we need is gas with some FORCE behind it!”

FFFFFRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPT!

“Like that! (Sniiiiiiff) ohhh that one’s bad! Just straight rotting meat from the Tomahawk steak I had tonight at the steakhouse!”

“(Huuuuaaacccck!) I’m gonna puke, I’m gonna puuuke! Who knew a belly full of alcohol and the smell of rotting steak doesn’t mix!” Diaz said, as she violently gagged and covered her mouth.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUMMMFFFF!

“(Snniiiiif) You smell that? That’s a grown woman fart right there! That’s a fuckin fart from a grown ass woman, you bitchmade diaper wearing little girl!” Said Giordano, as she fanned her ass towards Diaz.

“30 seconds left!” Said Thunderhawk

“You know what? Take this!” Said Diaz, turning her ass towards Giordano as she ripped a series of small poots.

Frrrrrrrriiiip!

Thhhhhhiiiirrrrreeeeiiimp!

Pfffffffffssssshhhllliiip!

Ssssssrrrrrrrrrrrfffffffrrrrrrrrriiiiiippp!”

“(Sniiiif) really? I can barely even smell those! C’mon, Em! Put your ass into it!”

THHHHHHHRRRRRRUUUUUMMMFFFTT!

“Smell that? Now that’s what you would call putting your ass into it! Now quit it with those baby farts and fart like a REAL WOMAN!!!”

BBBRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPTPTPTPTPT!

“Ohhhh yeeeeeaaah! That one hurt my asshole coming out at the end! Hahaha! Laughed Giordano.

“Fina, who do think’s gonna win?” Asked Jimenez to Serafina.

“Girrrrl I don’t give a fuck who win! I’m just here for the drama!” Replied Serafina.

“Heh, me too.” Said Jimenez.

“15 seconds left!” Exclaimed Thunderhawk.

“Oh god, only 15 seconds? Shit!” Diaz thought in her mind. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck! What if I didn’t fart enough to win? Shit, that means Becky might try and kill me! Oh no!”

(Guuuurrrggle)

“Aw shit! My stomach!” Said Diaz as she grasped her abdomen. “Oh god, oh god, I’m so nervous! I think I’m gonna-“

FrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRUUUUUMMP!

“I… farted? Wait, I farted! That’s it! I always fart when I get nervous! That’s how I’ll win! I just gotta remain nervous so I-“

Viiiiiirrrrrrrrieeeeeepttptptpt!

“-Keep farting!” Thought Diaz “Quick! I gotta think of what makes me the most nervous! Uhhh… public speaking! Going to the dentist! Killer Clowns! Venomous snakes! Uhhh… Becky stabbing me to death!”

Plluuuuuurrrrrrpppttt!

“Yes, there we go!”

Prrrrrrrrtplplplplplp!

“Yeah!”

“MMMPH! Dammit I’m running outta gas! I should’ve ate more fucking vegetables tonight!” Thought Giordano, as she pushed out a small fart.

Eeeeeerrrrrriiiiip!

“What happened to your ‘grown woman farts’, Becky? Ahahahaha!” Laughed Serafina. “You cocky bitch!”

“Runnin outta gas there, huh fucker?” Said Jimenez.

“Sorry, but I don’t listen to women who weigh over 2 tons!” Shouted Giordano in an extremely angry tone.

“2 tons? Ouch…” said Jimenez.

“Jesus Becky! All we’ve ever done is shown you kindness!” Said Serafina.

“5… 4… 3… 2… 1… stop farting!” Exclaimed Thunderhawk, as she stopped her timer on her phone.

Giordano nonchalantly stretched her arm. “Alright, I’m assuming I won, Thunder?”

“Well, I actually counted 12 farts for Em, and only 7 for you, which means she’s the winner!”

“I won? I ACTUALLY WON?! HALLELUJAH!! GOD IS REAAAAL!!” Screamed Diaz as she threw her hands in the air.

“Alright escort bayan now, celebration time over. Time to pay up for breaking my bottle!” Said Giordano with her hand out.

“B-b-but I won!”

“I said if you won, you got to survive. I didn’t say you wouldn’t get out of payin me, miss butterfingers!”

“Fuuuuuuuccck!” Groaned Diaz.

—

5:30 AM

IWFC Stadium

—

The stadium where the competition was held was entirely empty and dark, only illuminated by some dim lights near the fart floor. Almost all games for both divisions had wrapped up the night before, with Team Japan vs Team Nigeria being the final game before the Championship, and Japan winning by a slim margin, only by a couple of points. Although the championship would not be played until 2 days later, Coach Narumi Iwasaki of team Japan, along with revered farter and multiple time Japanese fart champion Kiko Sugiyama practiced obsessively, perfecting farting techniques and going over game strategy.

PRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPT!

“Not good enough! Again!” Yelled Coach Iwasaki.

FRRRRRAAAAAAAAAMMMPPPTSSSS!

“Hold the fart for longer!”

FFFFRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRrrrrrrRRRRRRRRIIIIIIMMMP!

“Longer!”

FFFFRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeMMMMMMMMPPPPHHH!!

“LOOOONGERRRR!”

BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPTTTSSSSSSFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEeeeeEEEEEEEeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeEEEEEEEEEeeeeeEEEEEEMMFTTTTTTSTSTSTFFLUUUUUURRRRRRPPPT!

“Adequate. You will bring great shame to your family name if you do not pass gas like that each time!”

“I apologize for my lack of gas, master. You may fart on my face as punishment. I do not deserve to breathe this planet’s oxygen for such amateur level farting.” Said Sugiyama, as she knelt down and closed her eyes.

“Very well. You must be reminded that you come from a great line of female farters, all of whom could fart at will, much like myself! You must learn the important lessons now, if you wish to live up to your ancestors and dominate this farting competition for years to come! Now shove your face in my ass!”

“Yes master.” Said Sugiyama, as she shoved her face into Coach Iwasaki’s soft, supple buttcheeks.

BRRRRRRIIIIIIIMMMMMFFFFTT!

“(Sniiiiif) yes master! I deserve to only smell your farts and nothing more!”

“For the time being, yes.”

GGWWWWWWAAAAUUUUULP!

“(Sniiiifff) ohhh yesss! The sweet smell of rotting fish is heaven to my olfactory system!”

“One more!”

RRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBLLLLLTTTT!

“(Sniiiiiif) ahhhh. That one smelled a bit more shitty, master! Punish me more, please!”

“No. You have had enough!”

“Yes, you are right. I am sorry.” Said Sugiyama, rising up from her kneeling position.

“Your farts weren’t very long today, master. Well, not as long as mine at least. Why is that?”

“I… ummm… was taking it easy on you! Yeah… uh… I, um didn’t wanna kill my best player, y’know? You already know I can fart for 5 minutes straight, what more do I have to prove to you?”

“Well… I thought you could control your gas at will, and you could tap into, well, y’know…”

“Tap into what?”

“Tap into the Fart Force, like you said you could, without other gas producing substances!”

“Yeah, I, uh… totally fuckin can! Duh! I just… like to take it easy sometimes! Whoa whoa whoa, wait a second, this isn’t about me! This is your competition! We should be focusing on your farting only!”

“I’m afraid, master that I might be… out of gas this morning…”

“Out of gas? Already? Do you need more of… the elixir?”

“Oooh! Yes please!” Squealed Sugiyama, giddily.

“Well hold on, I just gotta text this random Canadian farter that I got it from. She’s got one of the secret ingredients to the elixir!”

“Master, do you think this ‘elixir’ you keep giving me will be enough to beat the Americans in the Championship?”

“Well, we will see on Friday for sure. But let me tell you, Sugiyama Kiko, I have a feeling that we’ll be a-ok!”

“And how is that?”

“Let’s just say that the Canadian farter I keep telling you about, that keeps giving us the secret ingredient to the elixir has got some ‘connections on the inside’ and will make sure we’ll be “taken care of” come the championship! Just know that she hates the Americans, and will do ANYTHING to stop them from winning this championship!”

“Master, what do you mean taken care of? Who will take care of us?”

“Hehehehe… all you have to know is that the judges will be extra nice to us this time around, more so than what they have been in prior years… and those Americans won’t even know!”

“(Gaaasp!) are you implying?”

“Yes!”

“Hahahahaha!” Laughed Sugiyama. “Championship trophy here we come!”

“Team Japan will once again be on top! We will bring the gassiest glory to the great nation of Japan!” Said Coach Iwasaki, raising her fist in the air.

“For Japan!”

“For Japan!”

END OF PART 7

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I was raised to be a good girl. I had a few boyfriends while in high school. I was a normal teenage girl. With my body changing almost weekly. My father was in and out of the house because he worked construction overseas. Mother very attractive, she told me a few stories of her high school dating. But she always told me that things were going to be different for me. She did not want me to make the same mistakes she did. At 18, still in high school and living at home. Mother let me date with limits.

My mother was very strict, and I was not allowed to be out on a date after 10:30. I also had to wear long skirts and blouses that closed at my neck. But being young with natural urges, I still had some “fun” but nothing major. I mean blouses do rebutton, and long skirts do move up a leg with a hand under them. But heavy kissing and some groping was all, especially with Robby.

I wanted to have my first car date. It took me over two weeks to get mother to agree. Then the day of my date daddy came home that ended that first date. I always stay home for the first week when daddy came home. Because he was gone a lot, he always took time with me that first few days. We would go bowling, go to a movie, he even took me dancing. He always had time for me when he came home. He and mother did things also, and we did things as a family. But he always made me feel special.

But he did have a rule that was never overruled or modified. Any boy that wanted to take me out had to come to him in person and asked for his permission first. The boy’s had a hard time with that. I think daddy scared them. He stands 6′ 6″ weighs 250, because he does construction has a big build no fat just muscle.

Daddy was home a week when the first boy had the guts to ask him if he would allow me to go to a movie. I had known Robby for a long time, back to middle school. He and I did “date” at school functions and ball games. So mother was not to concerned about him. Daddy knew his father from the gym.

Daddy asked all the questions you think he would. He had Robby come into daddy’s workout room. Daddy was lifting weights as they talked about the date. Also in the room was daddy’s gun display. Robby answered all the questions right. So, I was allowed to go out with him. At 18 I had my first car date and daddy said I needed to be home by 12:30.

Mother did not like that daddy said 12:30. So, she helps me get ready. Hair in ponytail, skirt just above my knees. Long sleeve blouse that buttoned down the back, pantyhose, cotton bra and panties. Very light makeup, just a touch of lipstick. No perfume, black flats. When I came down, daddy said that I looked nice. I found out later he had a number of words with mother.

One question daddy did not ask Robby. Which theater we were going. As it turned out, a nostalgia company had renovated an old drive-in theater. IDs were required to enter all persons had to be 18 and over. The screen was a back projection type, so all the light was behind the screen. Also, the restrooms and snack bar were under the screen. The parking slots were very dark.

When Robby and I pulled in he parked in the last row, on the far end of the row. So, the car was secluded, no one behind, no one to the left. As it turned out the next car beside us was three slots over. The car in front was down two slots. We were alone. I had sneaked my lipstick and perfume into my purse. I took out my lipstick. As I was adding some, I asked Robby if I should take down my hair. He said no he likes a girl with a ponytail. I hit myself with heavy perfume.

Robby said that the backseat was a long bench type. He asked if I would like to get in back so we can be closer. I kissed his cheek and we moved into the back. The lights over the back fence were turned off as the movie started. The sound for the movie came over the radio not an outside speaker.

Robby slid close putting his arm around my shoulders. In the past at a few parties and dances. Robby and I would make out. I let him freely group me and I jacked him off a few times. I leaned over and kissed him. He pulled me over his lap, so my back was to the movie. I knew we weren’t going to watch much of it anyhow. As I laid in his arms with our tongues intwined, Robby started to unbutton my blouse. I locked my arms around his neck to give him access to my buttons.

Robby opened the blouse, then slid his hand up my hot skin to unhook my bra. With my back naked Robby ran his hands up my spine. His hands were hot on my exposed skin. As we kissed Robby hand moved around the front of my blouse. His hand slid under the cup of my bra. He stroked my breast and pulled my nipple. I broke the kiss just long enough to slide my blouse and bra off. Now naked above the waist. Our kissing became more animalistic. I sucked his tongue hard. He pulled my nipples.

I broke the kiss. The windows were steamed over. I moved higher onto his lap. I lifted my skirt from under my butt. Robby took the hint. He slid his görükle escort hand up my leg under my skirt. As his fingers glazed over my pantyhose. My panties became soaked. I felt his hard cock under me. I asked if he wanted some help with that.

I knelt on the seat. As I looked into his eyes, I pulled my skirt up to my waist. I kissed Robby. Then I hooked my fingers on the waist band of my hoses and panties. I pulled down both to my knees. Then I turned around kicked off my shoes, then slid my panties and hoses off.

Robby leaned over kissing me. He cupped my breast as his other hand slid under my skirt. I parted my knees to give him access to my wetness. As he played, I reached one hand over to open his belt. I pulled his belt off. Then I opened the clasp on his pants. I unzipped and opened his pants. I reach in and find the front of his boxers. I reached inside to feel his cock. It was hard, hot, and silky smooth. I pushed Robby back then slid off the seat. I knelt between his legs. I pulled his pants down past his knees.

Robby lifted his butt up so I could pull down his boxers. When his cock cleared the shorts. I started to jack him off. My breast bounced, Robby reached out and played with them. I worked on his cock faster and faster. Robby moaned I knew he was close. I asked if he had a towel. He said no. I said I just can’t make a mess. Robby said with a smile just use your mouth then. It was meant as a joke. I thought to myself, then I looked into his eyes as I lowered my mouth over his cockhead. Just as he shot his cum.

I sat back on my heels. I did not know what to do. Then I got an idea. I opened my mouth to show him his cum. Then I smiled. I moved up and kissed him. When he opened his mouth for my tongue, he was no expecting his cum still in my mouth. I cum kissed him. I pushed his cum into his mouth with my tongue. I held his head so he could not move. Then I kept kissing until I felt him swallow. I broke the kiss. He made a face. I said that it was his fault because he did not have a towel to catch his cum shot.

I said that I did not want to swallow this time. And if I do you again like that, I am going to give you a kiss just like that each time. He smiled. I asked if he liked the taste. He smiled again. He asked if I liked the taste. I said what was on my tongue before I kissed him was not too bad. I never tasted anything like that. I think it was naughty but still ok. I think I might swallow sometime. I asked again if he liked the taste. He said yes. That was a surprise to me, I always thought that guys did not like the taste because they were to macho to.

We sat back hugging and fondling each other as we watched the movie. Robby pushed up my skirt over my waist. As I leaned back Robby started to jill me off. That the first time I ever had that done. I never did it to myself, I played and fingered but never jilled off. When he made me cum, I cried out. He asked how I like it. I smiled.

He asked if I ever did that. I said no. He talked me thru it until I made myself climax. When I caught my breath, he asked if I enjoyed it. I said yes. I asked how he knew. He said he watches porn. Then he did something unexpected.

Robby said that he like to watch me pleas myself and asked me to do it again. I opened my legs. He said lick your fingers first. As I was fingering myself. He said for me to pull my nipple. I did, that caused me to shiver. As I masturbated for Robby, he sat watching me. After a while he pulled off his boxers to cover his cock as he jacked off. I watched him as my climax built. My breathing came in gasps. I was moaning, my nipples were hard, I had wetness flowing from me. I felt sweat on my forehead.

I masturbated for ten minutes before my climax hit. When it did, I thought I would die. I shook, my belly quivered, my legs stiffened, my head fell back, my eyes closed. My body bounced and bounced. I blacked out for a few seconds. When I was seeing clear again. Robby was cleaning his cum from his cock with his underwear.

Then he knelt between my knees. He pushed them open. He bent down and placed his mouth over my pussy. He started to lick then suck me. It felt wonderful, he used his fingers in me that caused me to explode again. As I calmed down, Robby sat back saying he enjoyed watching me.

I asked why, he said seeing me cum and the look on my face was a turn on for him. His cock was hard again. He said he wanted me. I asked if he had protection. He said no. I said I am not on the pill so no, not tonight. He said he would pull out before. I was tempted but said no. I said I would suck him off again and this time I will swallow his cum for him. That is what I did. After I gave him his blowjob, we dressed. The movie was ending, and it was getting late.

We drove home quietly. He walked me to the door, and we kissed. We held each other for a few minutes. He asked me out for next Friday night. I said yes. Just as I was kissing him the lights bursa merkez escort came on. He left. I entered my house.

Daddy asked if I had a good time. I smiled and kissed his cheek. He asked if I was seeing Robby again. I said if it is ok next Friday. Daddy said he liked Robby for a long time, and it is ok with him for Robby to date me. As long as we keep it just dating.

Mother started to say something, but daddy just gave her a look. Mother said if daddy was going to allow me to car date and dress as I like. She was taking me to the doctor to get the pill. She said she did not want grandchildren to soon. Then stormed out of the room.

Daddy sat me down and told me that they had a fight about how she made me dress, my curfew, and other things. Daddy said “Sandra Ann Baxter, I love you. I know that your 18 now, remember your still my baby girl. But I am trusting you to use you head and keep things under control”. I kissed him good night and went to bed.

In my room I called Robby. I told him what daddy said. We made plans for next week. That night I put on my sexiest nightgown. I practiced the things Robby taught me, then fell asleep.

The next morning daddy was down in the kitchen just finishing cooking breakfast. He made me scramble eggs, toast, hot tea. He had pancakes, sausage gravy over fried eggs, hot tea and toast. He said he has a surprise for me. He was not going to be going out of the country anymore. His company has promoted him, and he was now going to be in the main office. So, he will be home from now on. Mother came in and kissed all around. She hugged me saying it is wonderful that daddy was going to be home from now on.

She looked at me and said that it now time for me to be grown up. She said finish up and get dressed we are going shopping. When I ran a quick brush thru my hair. I saw some of Robby’s cum on the end. It must have happened when he touched my hair after he jacked himself off. I put my hair back into a ponytail and dressed in panties, shorts, crop top, and sandals. Just light makeup and lipstick.

Mother drove. In the car she asked if I wanted to talk, if there was something I wanted to tell her. I sat still. Mother reached out and flipped my ponytail. I looked and asked if she saw. She said yes.

Mother said she made a number of mistakes when she was my age and younger. She did not have a mother to guide her. Her father’s wife (the first of three after her mother died) did not try to help her become a woman. Never told her things a real mother should or would. So, she had to learn things the hard way. She lost her virginity in high school. The boy said he loved her, the next Monday he dumped her for a cheerleader. She had a few other boyfriends. They did not last.

Then she met daddy just after she graduated. They spent the summer together. Then they went to the college intown. They dated all thru school then married. She got pregnant by accident on their honeymoon. She had to hold off getting her job till I was born and weaned.

That is why daddy took the real good paying job with the construction firm. He moved up in the company fast and became construction director. Now he is going to be a vice president in charge of logistics and equipment. But it has been hard being separated. That is why she was hard on me, “So now tell me about the cum I saw in your hair last night”.

I asked if daddy saw it. Mother said she did not think so. She saw it when she was behind me. I started slowly then got the nerve to tell her the whole night. I was red and looking at my hands. She drove not saying anything. When we reached the mall and parked. She turned and asked if we had gone all the way. I said he asked but I said no because I was not protected. Mother said she will make the appointment on Monday.

Then she said just remember things happen. Daddy would be disappointed if it did. I asked if she would. She said yes but being a woman, she could understand. Daddy on the other hand. She kissed my cheek; we went into the mall.

The first stop was the beauty salon. We got our hair done. I had it styled some, but I still wanted to be able to put in in a ponytail. Then our nails and a makeover. Then we hit the mall. I was thinking mother was going to take me to the normal store we shopped at.

Our first stop mother took me to VS. I was shocked. Mother said a woman needs frilly sexy lingerie. I looked at her. She whispered, “if you’re woman enough to give blowjob’s then better dress for the occasion”. I had my first real bra fitting. I found out that I was a 35 C. I was wearing the wrong bra for a year.

After I tried on a few styles. I went with front hook, with silk and lace cups. Thong and boy short panties. 10 sets in many colors. Also slips, camisole. Three garter belts, with a number of stockings in different colors. Then three nighties, short and sexy. A few nightgowns with robes that daddy bursa sınırsız escort might see.

Then we hit the dress shop. I ended up with 12 skirts in various lengths. But most thigh high with two short, still long enough to cover the tops of my stockings but not by much. 10 dresses, 15 or 20 blouses and tops.

Three party dresses one was a short club dress. I think I might have a problem with daddy with that one. Mother said it look cute on me. I said daddy. Mother said he will have to learn to like it. Also, a LBD. Then shoes, a few flats, three pair of three-inch heels, four pairs of six-inch heels. When we got home, daddy asked to see some of it. So, we held some up for him to see.

He saw the VS bags. He asked to see them. Mother said no. He then said if I was going to show them to Robby, I better be showing him. I handed him a pink bra with see thru silk cups. He handed it right back. He said he rather not know. I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Mother helped me clear my closet and drawers for the new things. I kept a few cotton sets, but most went. I kept my jeans and shorts. A few nighties and sleep shirts. A few longer skirt and the outfit I wore at the drive in.

The next day Daddy wanted to go to a movie. I wore my new sundress; I could not wear a bra with it. When daddy first saw it. He looked at mother and said, “well she is grown up”. After the movie we all went to dinner.

Life was good for a long time. Robby and I dated regularly. Daddy and mother took a few vacations by themselves. I finished college. Finished my master’s degree. When Robby finished his master a year later, he asked me to marry him. We still have not gone all the way. I wanted to save it till my wedding night. Robby wanted to as he would say “practice” but he went along with my request. We got married on leap day, February 29th. Daddy joked that Robby could not be blamed for missing our anniversary it only came once every four years. I said right. But the day before and after all come each year.

Our life settled into a routine. Our sex life was good. Robby took me on our wedding night over and over. After the first few months it was sex and more sex. Then one night Robby asked that I get sexy dressed, and we go to the den. He wanted to watch me strip in candlelight then watch as I masturbated for him. I did. That started it, once a month we played “woman and the voyeur” that went on for over a year. Then we did it twice a month then once a week.

One day, I still don’t know if it was by accident. I found Robby’s laptop open. I looked at it. It was his porno site. I started to read some of the stories. Most were about a man watching his wife have sex with other men and a few with women. I also saw he had saved a few videos. A few weeks later I found out I was pregnant. As that progressed, I started to work from home.

When I was in my seventh month, I found Robby’s video of a woman making her husband watch as she fucked a man. When he finished the wife walks over to her husband. She pushed him down and then sat on his face telling him to clean her lovers cum from her pussy.

A week later I found three of the same type of movie. But before the woman sat on her husband face, she told him she stopped taking the pill. Two showed the woman as her belly grew. The woman would have the other man over so the husband could watch. She always told the husband the baby was not his.

Robby kept collecting some of these movies. Then six months after our daughter was born. I found he had a video of a sex party where the husband sat in a chair watching his wife with others. We still played our game often.

About a year or so later. We were watching a movie. When the sex scene started Robby sat still to watch it. I watch him from the corner of my eye. He started to play with himself. That night in bed he was having trouble staying hard. I whispered, “Jerry my husband will be home soon so fuck me hard” Robby got hard and he went wild.

When he cum in me I pushed his head down and said, “eat me clean” That started a new phase. I would have him go down on me after each time he cum in me. One night we fucked on the couch. I had him pull out and shoot on my boobs. I told him to lick me clean.

I read up on the cuckold lifestyle. I started flashing some boobs or even high thigh, once I even flashed a shoes salesman my panties with Robby sitting with me. After a few times like that. I started to make some sly comments on how other men looked. I even said I wonder how big his cock was, things like that.

One day at breakfast I was in a short nightie with an open robe. I told Robby I was horny and to get under the table and lick me. when he was doing that, I held his head and said, “faster my husband will be here soon” I held him to me till I had two climaxes.

One day I was out with a girlfriend. She asked how things were going. I told her about Robby and how I was handling it. She asked me to come to her house. When we got to her house, we sat in the living room. She called out to her husband to make us tea. As we talked Sue said that she had a similar problem. Only her husband Steve, wanted for her to have lesbian lover as he watched. Just then Steve brought us in the tea. He was only dressed in pink panties and had a bowtie on. Nothing else.

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My name is Becca. I have worked as a whore all of my adult life. I am a genetic woman, my sister, Julie, is a beautiful sissy. She has also been a whore her entire adult life. No one meeting her would ever suspect what is really between her legs.

The other women in this story will be our mother, Linda, our Aunt Patti (or just Mistress), she is the Domme of the family. Also included will be our grandmother, Jane and our great aunt, Patricia (Aunt Patti was named in her honor).

This series is going to be about how the women in my family have been whores from one generation to the next. Understand that everyone is over 18 and willingly submitted to what happened.

In the last chapter we saw how Cindy was able to tap into Arlene’s craving to be shit on. Once Cindy had shit on Arlene’s tits and belly, she added to the older woman’s humiliation.

Here is how the last chapter ended:

Then she got off Arlene and put her filthy ass into Arlene’s face.

Without being told to, Arlene stuck out her tongue and started to lick the shit from Cindy’s filthy ass. Cindy looked back at Arlene, “Make sure you swallow the shit slave.”

Once she was done, Cindy stood up and squatted over Arlene and started to piss. The stream was directed at Arlene’s belly, face and tits.

Once she was done, she lowered her bloody cunt on to Arlene’s face and had her lick the piss from her cunt.

“Go ahead Piggy, smear that nasty mess all over your body.”

We could see Arlene’s eyes were glazed as she obeyed and soon her body was covered in filth.

Cindy said, “Play with yourself Piggy. Rub my shit and piss into your old nasty cunt, while I rub it on your face.”

As Arlene obeyed, she thrust her hips up and came like a bitch in heat.

As she came, all of us in Mistress Patricia’s bedroom came as well.

We watched as Cindy laid her body on Arlene and slide all over her, smearing shit on both their bodies. Arlene willing took the shit from Cindy’s tits and put it in her mouth and swallowed it.

Both women kissed passionately and finally Cindy slid off Arlene and rested her face on Arlene’s tits. We watched as they closed their eyes and drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

And now:

All three of us; our aunt – Mistress Patricia, my sister — Linda and me had gotten off as we watched Cindy and Arlene kinky scene on the monitor inside Mistress’ bedroom.

In a bit, our Mom, Jane, came into the bedroom and said, “This room reeks of cum. What have you whores been doing?”

Mistress Patricia called her sister over and pushed her finger into our mother’s asshole. “Speaking of reeking big sister, your asshole stinks! How many cocks have escort bursa you had inside you?”

Mom was very casual about it, “I have no idea, but I know our accountant has been watching me fuck, keeping a record for you.”

Then Mom looked at Linda and I and asked, “So Patti, you have been here a few days. Do you and Linda still want to become prossies?”

I smiled, “So much so Mom. I see how much you and your sister like being whores. Linda and I want to the next generation of whores.”

Mom looked at her sister, “Are they ready Mistress Patricia?”

Mistress nodded, “I think we will have a better idea tomorrow.”

The next morning, Linda and I showered and then we were summoned into Mistress bedroom. When we walked in, our mother was on her knees doing oral on her younger sister. Mistress looked at Linda and said, “Get your sister off, use your mouth.”

I sat next to my Aunt Patricia and we held hands as our older sister buried their faces into our cunts. Mistress was moaning as Mom got her off.

I started to grind my hips as I rubbed my stitched cunt along Linda’s face.

After a bit, Mistress and I both came and looked at the submissive women kneeling between our spread legs. They were both covered in our cum juices, but my sister, Linda, also had blood on her face because Linda and I were on our periods.

Mistress said, “Just as I dominate my sister Jane; you will dominate your sister Linda. But remember Patti, no matter how much of a Domme you are, we have an obligation to submit to dominant men. We must never forget our place.”

I nodded and Mistress looked at my sister Linda, “You will be tested in the morning dear. Then when you come back, Patti will be tested. If you both do well, I will set you both up in your own rooms and let you become prostitutes for me.”

Our mother looked at us, “Girls, both Patricia and I were tested when we were your age. I will warn you both, it will be difficult. If at any time you feel you can’t continue, just use your safe word. No one will think less of you for doing that.”

Linda said nervously, “I know I am speaking for Patti as well, I have learned so much in these last few days and I want to learn more. Let’s face it Mom, we are generational whores.”

Mistress put slave collars around our necks and led us to the medical suite she has for all her whores. When we got there, Dr. Missy was waiting for us. Dr. Missy was a beautiful medical doctor who is really a cross dresser. (See earlier chapters).

Dr. Missy pointed to me first, “Go lay down on the table with your legs in the stirrups.” Once I was in place, Dr. Missy spread my legs wide.

The bursa escort bayan doctor examined the stitches on my labia and said, “You are healing nicely. Once your period is completely over, I will remove all of the stitches.”

Mistress said, “Doctor, I will need some access to the girl’s pussys, can you remove a few stitches?”

Dr. Missy nodded and snipped a few stitches away, then looked at Mistress, “Is this enough?”

Mistress walked over and pushed a finger into my cunt. I was shocked, it had been quite a while since anything has been inside my pussy. Mistress wiggled her fingers and asked, “Does that hurt Patti?”

I giggled, “No Mistress, it feels great, thank you.”

I got off the table and my sister replaced me and had the same procedure done. Mistress said, “This is their test day Dr. Missy, is there anything medically that would prevent them from being tested?”

Dr. Missy shook her head, “Other than being stitched and on their periods, they are fine.”

Once Linda got down, Mistress looked at her sister and said, “Jane, pay the doctor please.”

We watched as our mother got on the table and put her legs in the stirrups and spread wide. Dr. Missy reached back and unsnapped her skirt, as it fell to the ground, the doctor pulled down her knickers revealing that the beautiful doctor had an impressive cock.

The doctor moved between Mom’s spread legs and started to fuck Mom, hard and fast. The sight was so kinky, the beautiful “woman,” Dr. Missy fucking our mother with her cock.

After Dr. Missy came, Mistress looked at me and told me to clean Dr. Missy clean. As I did, Mistress got between our mother’s legs and licked Mom’s cunt clean. Mistress seemed to really enjoy licking her sister’s cunt, she made loud slurping sounds as the did.

Our mother came on our aunt’s face and after they were done, Mom licked Aunt Patricia’s face clean.

After we were done, I said, “Mistress may I ask a question please?” She nodded and I asked, “If you are the Domme and Mom is your slave, why would you lick her clean? That’s something a slave does.”

Mistress licked her lips and said, “I did that for a few reasons Patti. The first is because I love the taste of your mother’s cunt! But also, I did that because I know how much your mother loves when I do that. Just because she is a slave does not mean that I can’t show how much I appreciate what she does.”

“Remember Patti, just because you are a Domme, does not mean that you should ever forget that your slave has needs too. But watch, I am going to make sure your mother remembers who is in charge.”

Patti went to görükle escort sit down and looked at our mother and smiled. Without being told to, Mom laid down across our aunt’s lap and gave Mom a severe spanking.

I looked at my sister Linda and sat down next to my aunt. Just as my mother did, Linda laid down across my lap.

I know people were watching us on the monitor and I could not imagine how sexy we must have looked: Two beautiful Dommes spanking the sexy bums of our beautiful, submissive sisters.

Once that was done, Mistress stood up and pushed our mother on to the floor. Our mother looked up as Mistress squatted and pissed all over her.

I looked at my submissive sister, Linda, and did the same thing.

Mistress smiled at me as we pissed and said, “This is how we maintain our dominant positions, by never allowing our submissive sisters to forget who is in change.

After we were done pissing, the slaves rolled around on the floor covering themselves with our piss. Since it was our morning piss, they both smelled especially bad.

As Mistress and I watched, a tall black woman walked in. She looked at my sister, Linda and our Mom on the floor wallowing in piss.

The black woman was stunning. Her skin was jet black. She wore a leather halter with metal rivets that made her look so kinky. She wore a leather skirt that ended mid thigh. Then to accent her black skin, she wore white fish net stockings and white heels.

Mistress introduced the Domme to us. “Girls, this is Mistress Sara. She will be administering the final test for you today.”

Mom, Linda and I stood and curtsied submissively, as we did I noticed the piss dripping from my mother and sister. Like Linda, I had blood running down my thighs.

Mistress Sara asked, “Which of them is to be tested?” Linda and I raised our hands. Then Mistress Sara looked at me and then our aunt and said, “Why isn’t that one, covered in piss?”

Our aunt explained that I was being trained to be a Domme.

Mistress Sara looked at our Mom and commanded Mom to remove the skirt that Mistress Sara was wearing. When Mom did, we saw that Mistress Sara was wearing the same kind of knickers that Linda and I have been wearing.

Mistress Sara said, “Patricia thought since you slaves were on your period, you would prefer being tested by a Domme who is also on her period.”

Both Linda and I thanked the two Dommes for their consideration. Mistress Sara looked at Me and told me to kneel at her feet. When I did, Mistress slipped off her knickers and pissed all over me. Moving her hips so she started at my face and hair and then all over my body.

“Much better. I want the whores I am testing to stink.” The Mistress Sara asked, “Which of you is the older sister?”

Linda’s hand trembled as she raised it and said, “I am the older sister Mistress.”

Mistress Sara bent over and pull Linda off her knees by twisting her nipples and pulling her into a standing position. “You will be tested first.”

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“Did you ever let a boyfriend cream on your face?” Tina wanted to know.

“Hmmm… you thinking about it? But now you don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You made it sound so easy. I always thought…”

“That its demeaning and scary? Yeah, they try to tell you that.”

“So who was your first?” Tina persisted.

“A couple of boyfriends. Just a few times. I prefer an older man who knows how to do it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Its just sexier,” Niamh tried to explain. “He wants it so bad. But he has self-control. And you’ve given permission. Its all about you.” She was grinning now. “And then its like he’s marking you. You feel really special.”

“It sounds yucky,” lied Tina.

Niamh laughed and shook her head. She still thought of her best friend as inexperienced and unadventurous. Perhaps Asian boys were duds. If only Tina would try a mature lover.

“You should do it, one day,” she assured Tina. “You’ll see.”

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Tina was enjoying her new confidence. It had spread into all aspects of her life. She was even considering moving out of home. Though the first hints had met a negative reaction from her mother.

The more important part was about sex. She’d always let boyfriends take the lead — and been sorely disappointed as a result. And then she’d almost frozen with nerves when she knew the inevitable would happen with Mr Stevens. Niamh had been right, though, and a man more than twice her age had been patient and generous.

Tina was used to feeling horny. At times she’d assumed it was because her boyfriend was a dud lover. Now she was horny almost all the time. And no longer nervous before meeting Daddy. Instead finding herself wet with anticipation and the thought of what he’d do with his fingers and mouth and his thick cock.

There were no nerves at dinner that night, wearing a new dress and the suspenders and stockings he’d bought for her. Tina was otherwise naked and she knew that Daddy knew. The woman in the shop might have been right and Mr Stevens did enjoy showing her off. So Tina tried to relax even though her nipples were a little harder than was proper. She was surprised by the thrill she felt from seeing the glances of other diners — hoping that Daddy would notice at least two men ogling her small, young body. And one woman who admired the way her long nipples threatened to press through the fabric of her new dress.

Very wet by the time they reached the apartment, Tina knew she would go through with her plan. She loved both Daddy’s gifts and the incredible sex they shared. His gifts were not barter for sex but Niamh’s stories had provided the inspiration for what she intended to be a memorable night for him. He was seated on the lounge, still fully clothed, as Tina peeled off her dress to display her almost naked body.

“You like looking at me, Daddy?”

He could only groan his approval as the pale Asian woman ran her hands up and down her body. Tina could see the flash in his eyes as she began to flick her fingers over her nipples, making them grow longer and harder.

“Girl,” he moaned. “You are amazing.”

“You like me touching myself?”

Tina didn’t need an answer. The bulge in his pants was obvious. She heard him groan again as she turned around, hands now cupping and squeezing her small, round bottom. Tina had thought it shameless and nasty to masturbate while a man watched. But Niamh had done it for her Daddy and Tina had guessed that other men would enjoy it — that her Daddy would appreciate the special treat.

“Sit on my face,” he begged her.

Tina turned back to face him, legs apart this time. Feeling not dirty but exhilarated, she let the older man drink in the sight of her small, young body as she stroked her fingers through her thick, luxurious bush.

“But you like this, Daddy,” she teased him.

She didn’t feel cheap. It was empowering to know that he wanted her so badly. Just as Niamh had said. And it felt so good to let her fingers dip into her slit now, testing the wetness she’d been feeling since leaving her house. Tina masturbated more than ever these days — thanks to Daddy — and it was easy to slip a finger of her small hand into her opening. She made sure that Daddy could see, eager for him to know that “girl” was grateful to experience so many new pleasures.

“I can’t believe…” he breathed, blood pounding in his ears.

“You make me wet,” she replied, enjoying the freedom and the naughtiness of playing with her pussy in front of an older man.

Stevens finally could not take any more and moved those few short steps to reach the sexy young woman. But Tina has planned for his, too, and instead led him to the bathroom.

“I really need to pee,” she told him. “Before you fuck me.”

Quickly she stripped off her stockings and suspender belt. That night she’d been sure to drink plenty of water and to bursa escort enjoy an extra glass of wine. The slight buzz made it easier to behave like a slut but more important was the dull ache in her bladder. Except that when she went to take up position on the seat Daddy soon changed her position. Now she was sitting further forward and leaning back with her shoulders on the wall.

“I’ll make a mess, Daddy.”

Glen Stevens had seen for himself the new confidence in his young lover. She was less than half his age but very willing and eager to please. Pressing her knees further apart, he knelt before young Tina and spread her thick bush with his lips and tongue. Her scent was obvious as was the moisture oozing from her cunt. Her petite, small labia had already opened nicely. He eagerly pressed his mouth over her.

“Oh… but Daddy…” Tina tried to protest.

She had not been lying, however, and really did need to pee. Daddy had counted on that, not willing to move from between her slim, pale thighs. The softness of her skin was enhanced by the warmth of her flesh and the smell of her arousal. And his cock was straining as he waited the final seconds. Tina realised what he wanted and, like a good girl, surrendered to the inevitable.

The hot jet of gold liquid burst forth. Tina was sure it was too powerful. But Daddy did not flinch as he accepted the blast of fresh piss straight into his mouth. Stevens had waited so long for this moment and now he still was not sure what to do. The powerful flow was almost too much but he was fascinated by the feel and the taste on his tongue. Soon her marvellous pee was overflowing and cascading down his chin onto his clothes.

“Daddy,” she moaned. “You’re so bad.”

Of course, Tina had no chance of restraining herself. Her bladder was unleashed. It was almost too terrible to look down and see her Daddy taking her pee directly into his mouth. Except that the older man was eagerly gulping down mouthfuls of her pungent flow. His eyes stung, too, from the smell but Stevens knew this might be the only chance he’d ever get. He pressed his mouth more firmly as he swapped between swallowing and purging the irresistible gold.

“Let me stop,” she urged him, thinking the toilet bowl a better place for such horrid liquid.

Daddy shook his head firmly. He was jubilant to experience the strength of her golden flow. Joyful to receive such a drenching. He knew it was kinky but Stevens was still sure that all that came from Tina’s young cunt must be splendid and pure. There was nothing wrong with debasing himself like that. The pungent taste and the stinging in his eyes only proved that he could put a woman on such a pedestal.

“Daddy… Daddy…” she muttered as his tongue flicked through her wet slit.

He cared nought for her protests. Greg Stevens was anxious to not miss a drop. Holding firmly to her soft thighs, he tried to drink the last of her stream as it petered out. And then sucked her lush bush before thrusting his tongue deep in an effort to clean the sweet young pussy.

Tina was more than shocked by what had just happened. Not that it changed her thoughts about Daddy. Especially when his tongue soon found its way to her clit. The young woman was shocked that she could be turned-on in that situation. There was no way to ignore the scent of her fresh piss that soaked the older man’s clothes. But soon her orgasmic cries were reverberating from the bathroom walls.

After Daddy peeled off his drenched clothes, they showered together before the older man made the time to dry her carefully. Tina could not ignore his cock which had stayed hard for hours. She gently wrapped her small hand around his thick shaft and moved to kneel — why not suck his wonderful dick before being fucked?

He had other ideas. For once, Greg’s self-control eluded him. Tina’s performance had fired him up more than ever. The taste of her fresh pee was still in his mouth as he dragged her to the bed and threw her forward so that her butt was presented to him as her slender arms held her weight above the bed.

Daddy could not resist his sweet young girl. Her small, soft body was a thing of pure delight. Her lush forest of black hair flowed from her mound and through her narrow butt crack. And Greg thrust hard, wanting to fill her hole with a single thrust.

Tina grunted in discomfort – Daddy was still the biggest cock of her young life. But it was no protest. Daddy’s frenzy was a turn-on, his hunger for her body like a drug. He forced her tunnel to open for his thrusting cock, her body straining at the sudden invasion. And when he was fully seated he was just a little too long for her tight pussy. It was a dream come true to be fucked by an older man who really knew how to use his tool.

“Oh, Daddy… fuck me… ughh… hard, Daddy…”

Greg could not have stopped in any case. bursa otele gelen escort He’d never fucked a woman like this and was delirious at the chance to plunder the slight Asian student. Nor could he ignore the tiny shrieks from Tina.

“Yes… ughhh… yes, Daddy… ugh… oh fuck…”

Daddy’s fucking was almost brutal. Tina knew she’d be sore afterwards. But she trusted the older, experienced man. It was the most intense sex of her young life and she wanted everything he could give her. She was almost crazed from his fat dick pistoning inside her hole. The dull ache hardly mattered. Tina craved the final moment of glory as she felt his balls swinging against her hairy cunt lips.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Cum in me, Daddy.”

Greg Stevens had a better idea. And since there was no need to restrain himself, he withdrew at last from her soaking, throbbing pussy. It only needed a few strokes of his hand for his cock to explode and send his load of sticky, warm cum all over the heaving back of the young post-grad. Tina loved that, too, rejoicing in Daddy’s orgasm and the soft rain of his semen on her skin.

It was an intimate moment and not at all scary. Tina might have preferred to swallow his cum but she felt special, as if anointed by his shooting load. It was affirming to give that gift to Daddy and erotic to have her body covered in the climax of his pleasure. She moaned still more, softly, as Daddy used his tongue to clean her. She felt him work carefully, diligently — Tina might even have described his efforts as loving except that that seemed too far. But his soft manner had made her confident and willing to explore sex fun with an older man.

When her back was almost clean, Daddy started to cover her arse cheeks with a string of soft kisses. Of course he’d noticed the way Tina’s overgrown bush flowed through her butt crack. The thick, black hair was a delight. And this time he could not resist temptation. His kisses towards the soft cleft, hoping for a scent from her tight opening. Then he darted his tongue out, wondering if Tina would notice. But she was a good girl and did not flinch. Not even when Daddy started to lick properly, enjoying the sensation of her coarse hair on his tongue and the first testing of her puckered hole. Tina, thinking it must be an accident, was surprised by how good it felt.

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In his bed, Daddy was full of concern for his sweet, young lover. He knew he’d given her tight pussy a real bashing with his cock.

“It was worth it, Daddy,” she assured him. “Its better being fucked by a real man.”

Tina was still immersed in her post-orgasmic haze. The rough fucking by that big white cock was more thrilling than she’d ever imagined. She hoped that the dull ache in her pussy would last until the next day. A lovely reminder of the older man’s passion for her young body.

Eager to give some extra pleasure, she played with his cock. For now it was only half hard but it was still a new joy to explore a man like that. She hefted his weight. Traced her fingers along his ridges and veins. Circled her hands around the wondrous shaft. Cradled and stroked his balls. Explored the ridge at the base of his cock head as Stevens allowed her all the freedom she desired.

No man could have resisted her small, deft hands. And soon Stevens was between Tina’s pale thighs, enjoying her petite labia and luscious forest as he ate her pussy. As ever, Tina was astonished by Daddy’s energy — not at all like her ex-boyfriend who screwed once and left. This time she allowed herself to shriek freely as his magical oral powers took her to delirium.

“Fuck me?” she asked, seeing how his performance had affected manhood.

“But you’re sore already. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“The toy?” she asked, craving something in her cunt.

Daddy had an idea and quickly showed Tina how to arrange herself. With her tiny body turned around, he could gently work the toy into her steaming hole while her hands and mouth got busy on his cock. Greg enjoyed her orgasms even more when his shaft was deep in her mouth, the groans and screams adding to the amazing touch of her lips and tongue.

Tina went to sleep that night with the taste of Daddy’s cum in her mouth.

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She woke the next morning with Daddy’s kisses on her long, dark nipples. Before she was even fully conscious Tina was running her fingers through his greying hair and pulling him closer.

“Daddy, I’m so horny waking up with you.”

His gaze fixed on the dark brown pools of her eyes, his hand slid between her irresistible thighs. In response Tina spread herself languidly. Stevens was horny as well — that was the result of waking up next to the sweet-faced Asian woman — but still feeling guilty about having pounded her so hard the night before. So he resisted her signals to climb on top. Besides he almost had more fun sucking on her hard teats as he slowly fingered her pussy. The young woman always gave her body to him so easily and it thrilled him to hold Tina close while she cried and writhed her way through a string of lovely orgasms.

Of course she was even more wet after that. And eager to take up Daddy’s suggestion that she sit on his face. She screamed her way through still more orgasms, grateful that his apartment was on the top floor with fewer neighbours to hear her lusty appreciation for his talents.

Since Daddy seemed reluctant to fuck her that morning, Tina took the liberty of another long, slow play with his cock. She’d been inexperienced in much to do with sex. But sucking cocks was something she’d already learned a lot about. And Tina had worked out how to tease Daddy, alternately slowing and speeding to keep his moans under control. Using the leaking of his pre-cum and the throbbing of his shaft to know when to switch between her hand and her mouth.

“Please…” he begged her. “I need to cum, girl.”

Stevens had expected that Tina would eagerly take his load in her sweet, soft mouth once more. He was surprised when she slipped to her knees on the floor. But he climbed out after her and presented his massively hard cock.

“You wanna swallow it. Drink it?”

But Tina shook her head. With a sly grin she revealed the plan she’d been hatching for days.

“On my face, Daddy.”

“What?… you mean… but I’ve never…”

“Be my first, Daddy. Please. I want it.”

Stevens was truly shocked. He’d never wanted to treat a woman like that. Except that he was oh-so-close. And Tina’s small hand was stroking his length.

“Urgghhh… I need to cum. But your mouth is fine, girl.”

“I want, it,” she breathed. “Cream on my face, Daddy. Give it to me.”

Greg’s real problem now was that Tina had let go of his cock. And he really did need to cum. She was so sweet, on her knees so that he towered over her. Almost without thinking Greg was jerking himself. Her sweet young face looked so perfect. The fire in those brown eyes was unmistakeable. Greg had always assumed he’d be turned-off by the thought of shooting his load on a woman’s face. Now he was eager — and frustrated enough — to teach Tina a lesson.

“Fuck… I need to cum… I’m gonna… urrghhhh…”

She smiled up at him, past his middle-aged paunch. Thinking how impressive his cock looked. And about what she would receive.

“You’re the first,” she whispered. “On my face.”

The young woman was thrilled to see Daddy reach his climax. It was still more exciting to feel that first rush of precious cum splashing on her skin. She knew the power of his orgasm and was entranced by that long, warm stream that seemed to cover her face. Not dirty but gratifying. Daddy sharing his precious cum and Tina now a mature woman. And he had much more to give. A second jet followed the first, an electrifying experience to feel it all on her sweet face.

Greg was sure he was doing something nasty to the cute young Asian. He was too far gone, of course. Somehow the sight of thick ropes of cum lying over her face only made him jerk his cock faster. He could not have guessed that Tina was determined to give the perfect performance, to be covered in cum as fully as possible. She was joyful to have banished one more taboo. The semen continued to rain down on her and she thought about being the first woman to give this special gift to Daddy. Even as he closed one eye and blasted sticky semen into her black hair, she found herself smiling at him. After tasting him so many times it was especially satisfying to wear his cum.

“Fuck… sorry…” he gasped.

Tina already knew the right response. With semen dripping down her face she quickly placed her lips around the still twitching shaft. The remnants of his eruption were fresh and warm. She cleaned him carefully, well versed as to how a man’s cock became more sensitive after his climax. And Daddy watched on, speechless at just how confident this small young woman had become.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he moaned as she finished sucking him dry.

“You made me pee in your mouth.”

There was no argument with that. Greg still felt some regret although it seemed Tina was even more gorgeous now, smiling up with her sticky face as she released his half-hard meat from her soft mouth.

“I wanted you to be my first,” she told him with his semen already soaking into her skin.

“Wow… well… you are my first, too.”

That made Tina even more excited and proud. She waited patiently as Daddy scooped up some of the mess with his fingers, wanting to taste his load after shooting it all over her. Then he fetched a cloth and cleaned her properly. Tina was sure she could feel admiration in his touch. And she wondered why she’d waited so long to accept a facial.

There was no need to wash herself that morning. Tina was anxious to get home to try out the new, expensive laptop her Daddy had given her. Though she was even happier about the lumps of semen that had dried in her hair.

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This Dark Fantasy, Concerning Two Wounded People, Continues. Be FOREWARNED: This Story Contains Certain Sexual Acts That Some Readers Might Find Objectionable. I Would Tell You More, But Then You Might Not Read The Story…Lol. Although It’s One Series, I’ve Changed Catagories Again Hoping It Reflects The Spirit Of The Chapter. I Don’t Write To Purposely Offend Readers, But Obviously This Won’t Be Everyone’s Cup Of Tea. Proceed With Caution. Hopefully Some Of You Will Enjoy This Dark, Twisted, Fairytale.

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In the months following her disgrace in the parking lot of her Savings And Loan, Kimberly Bentley had two reoccurring dreams.

In the first, she was being crucified. As the thugs held her down against a makeshift cross, Amber pounded spikes through her wrists. As she writhed against the wood, feeling the splinters in her ass, she shrieked out in pain. Begging for mercy, Amber laughingly ignored her, and pounded a large spike through both her feet.

The two thugs raised the cross, and Kimberly looked down on the crowd of people enjoying her torture. As the people laughed at her, calling her bad names, some spitting on her, Amber winked and grinned as her victim began slobbering all over herself.

Kimberly wanted to cum so badly, but was unable to. She would never be able to cum the rest of her life, which wouldn’t last much longer. She would just have to hang there wanting to cum, but waiting to die.

The second dream also took place in the parking lot. It was the dream she had most often, and it wasn’t as violent. In it, Monica Ellison, a woman just a few years younger than herself, owner of the successful bookstore Kimberly helped finance, broke away from her husband, pushed aside the thug tormenting her, and took his place.

As the cruel crowd of spectators laughed even louder, which caused Kimberly’s girl parts to tingle and swell, Monica’s hands gripped her shoulders, then began sliding down her slick back. As the mother continued sucking on her son’s hard cock, she knew what Monica intended to do.

“Don’t,” cried out Kimberly in her mind. “Don’t do this to me!”

There was no stopping Monica. There was no stopping anything. The more people laughed, the more excited Kimberly became. She was just an animal now, no better than farm livestock, putting on a sex show for people who obviously hated her.

Monica’s fingers slipped down the crack of her ass, seeking out her most secret of places, now on display for the whole world to see.

“Oh, don’t,” she thought wildly. “Please don’t touch me there. Oh, please, Monica, I’m not gay. Why are you doing this to me? Please don’t put your fingers in me!”

Monica’s fingers were pushing inside her anyway, exploring the banker’s most intimate areas, causing an electric charge to shoot up her spine. She felt her clit swell up, about to explode. Deep down, she secretly wanted to be abused by the good looking bookstore owner.

Kimberly enjoyed being a naughty girl!

She was about to cum. She was going to do it. She was going to have an orgasm in front of her son, Amber, and a parking lot full of leering, sex crazed, people.

Her son had his own orgasm. What did he care? He liked what his mother was doing to him. His excited jism shot down her throat, filled her frantic mouth, then overflowed it, dribbling down her chin.

There were two parts of her. The first part just wanted her to have her orgasm. It was all sexual, and she was a sexual animal.

The other part of her was aroused too, but for completely different reasons. That part wanted to be punished. That part was excited by the shame and humiliation. It made her feel like a teenager doing something wrong.

“Don’t laugh at us–Oh, God, PLEASE STOP LAUGHING!”

The orgasm started deep in her belly, and erupted like a powder keg of pure sensation. She wanted everyone to watch her as she sucked off her son. She wanted everyone to watch her the moment she lost control of herself. She wanted everyone to know what she really was. Take away her expensive clothes, let down her hair, make her naked, and everyone would see she was just a freak!

This was her punishment for what happened to Amber. This was all Amber’s doing, but it was her son’s fault for what he’d done to his former girlfriend. He had brought this shame down upon their house. Now look at the two of them!

“Oh, God, Monica, I’m cumming… I’m CUMMING!”

The dream always ended the same way, and she would wake up gasping for air, wondering if she had cried out in her sleep, squirming beneath damp bedsheets…. Her reputation ruined forever, and her not giving a damn anymore!

Kimberly Bentley had just turned thirty-six when she sold her family’s Savings And Loan for a bargain basement price. The man who bought it, an older banker from the southern part of the state, a man she’d done business with in the past, had obviously seen the sex tapes of Kimberly and her son.

He had görükle escort to know why he was purchasing the S&L at such a reduced price. The old man kept glancing at Kimberly as he signed the papers, probably fantasizing about her the entire time. Was it just her imagination? She would never know for sure.

She got a better price for the house she had built ten years earlier. After both sales were complete, she had six million dollars to work with. Not an insignificant sum, but it should have been five times that amount.

There was nothing left for her in the rural community where she had grown up. Once the most powerful woman in the county, she and her son were now the laughingstocks of the entire area. They’d become virtual outcasts amongst their neighbors, employees, and what few friends they’d had. It was impossible for her to do business afterwards.

Although the sex act she’d been forced to perform on her son was a sexual assault of the most vile nature, it appeared to many that the two of them had enjoyed themselves. Nothing she could say would make any difference. People believed what they wanted to believe.

Amber had been responsible for the rape, the word Kimberly used to describe what happened to her, and had completely gotten away with it. She had thought about pressing charges against the young woman, but realized it would only make matters worse. One had to know when to cut their losses.

Although she considered herself agnostic, she came from the only Jewish family within a hundred miles. Growing up she always felt the keen difference that seemed to make with the people living around her, even though her family wasn’t religious at all. As if being Jewish somehow made her different from her rural neighbors.

Kimberly was just a girl when she gave birth to her son Kyle, the result of a date rape with the captain of the high school’s football team. Her family had strongly urged her to abort the pregnancy, but being strong willed and headstrong, she had refused. She had needed something good to come out of the rape, and she never regretted the birth of her son Kyle.

When she was barely twenty-two, her entire family had been killed in a plane crash. They had been returning from a banking conference, and the plane had gone down in a storm off the east coast.

She had been urged to sell the Savings And Loan after the tragedy, but she had been working there since she was a teenager and didnt know what else to do with her life. She carried on the business alone.

Against all odds, she not only ran the institution with efficiency, but she actually grew the business. By the time she was thirty, she was a millionaire. She was thought of as ruthless by many, but she considered herself pragmatic. In the financial world one had to be.

Kyle’s current girlfriend, a beautiful young woman who had just graduated from high school, and whom Kyle himself had told his mother might be the “one,” had broken it off with him after the sex tapes had been splashed across the internet. Her parents had insisted, calling Kyle and his mother perverts.

She was a nice enough woman, but Kimberly had always favored her son’s previous girlfriend, Amber. She had welcomed Amber into her home, employed her part time at the S&L, and considered her part of the family. She had sincerely hoped Amber would become her daughter-in-law.

After Amber’s trouble, after everything had gone so horrifically wrong, Kyle had broken it off with her, much to Kimberly’s dismay. Of course there was no solution for that. She couldn’t force her son to remain in love with Amber, much as she may have wanted him to.

She had done everything she could for Amber in the aftermath, but the young woman had remained angry and bitter. Had Kimberly realized just how bitter, she might have handled the situation differently. It was all a moot point now. Amber had taken her revenge out on them both.

Kimberly’s boyfriend Rob, the man she thought she would one day marry, had cast her aside after the rape. She had expected sympathy from him. She had expected to run to him, hoping he would comfort her in his sheltering arms. He had seen the videos of mother and son, and had formed his own conclusions. Instead of being there for her, he had called her names—Ugly, Hurtful, Names!

He accused her of being some sort of ‘Sex Fiend’, and said she was obviously ‘Perverted’. He called her a ‘Bitch In Heat’, and accused her of being a ‘Dirty Slut’. The final straw was when he called her a ‘Filthy, Jewish, Tramp’!

She would have never believed he could be so brutal or cold. She would have never thought he was a racist. Yet there it was, coming out of him at a time when she needed him the most.

It was all over between them. He had avoided her for weeks, then dropped her over the phone. She sobbed for an hour afterwards, and cried at odd times for a month. Yet remarkably, she had found real love with another.

The night of that phone nilüfer escort call was the first time she slept with her son. It had started innocently enough. A month after their ordeal, she and Kyle were barely on speaking terms. She had gone to his room to clear the air, and present her ideas for the future.

Seeing what he had been watching on his computer, she was trying to flee his room when he accidently tore off her bathrobe. The two of them were naked together again, only this time in the privacy of a bedroom. Kyle had flung her on his bed, got on top of her, and raped her.

Well… It wasn’t exactly a rape. Far from it. It was unexpected to be sure, but she hadn’t tried to fight him off. Having just had her heart broken, and with an incredibly strong sex drive needing attention, she had let him have his way with her.

Afterwards she had invited him into her bedroom, and seduced him properly. She no longer cared what others might say. If people were going to call her names, they might as well have good reason to.

What she hadn’t counted on, what she couldn’t possibly have foreseen, was that she might fall in love with her own son. Yet it had happened, and she thanked her lucky stars he loved her in return the same way.

Now, a little over six months later, she stood on the deck of the ship they’d booked passage on, and watched as they approached the African coast. The night before the Captain of the ship had married them in a simple ceremony. She was now a wife and mother, although not in the way that term was usually applied.

She felt Kyle’s strong hands on her waist, and she leaned back into him. She felt incredibly secure whenever he held her. Of all the men she’d had sex with, admittedly the list wasn’t that lengthy, her son was the man she most truly adored.

Kyle understood her. He valued her opinions. He trusted her. Most importantly, he wanted her. Good days, bad days, whether she felt attractive or not, he always looked at her with desire in his eyes.

They were often like a couple of honeymooners, making love several times a day. Sometimes they stay naked for weeks at a time, lovingly cuddled together on the couch, or raucously fucking on the basement floor, one of Kyle’s favorite places to screw.

Rather than growing bored with one another while hiding from the outside world, their attraction increased, especially when they began acting out one another’s most secret sexual fantasies.

Their forced sexual encounter was eventually pushed to the back of both their minds. In a bizarre way, Amber had actually done them a service. She had brought two soulmates together. Had it not been for Amber’s evil little plot, Kimberly would have never discovered the man she was meant to be with.

Now her son called her by her first name, except when they were screwing, when he insisted on calling her Mom. If he was particularly excited at the moment of truth, he called her Mommy. It was a quirk that bothered her at first. A constant reminder of who they actually were to one another.

If calling her Mom during sex meant that much to him, she decided she wouldn’t stop him. She wanted him to be happy, and above all else she wanted to please him.

Seven months into their sexual lives, no act was too intimate for the two of them.

Kimberly had never heard the term ‘Golden Shower’ when they became lovers. Now, she had given her baby several. The best had been the time she downed several beers, straddled him on his hands and knees, and urinated forcefully on his lower back, her piss running down the crack of his ass, and flowing over his excited balls.

Kyle had an orgasm without even being touched, ejaculating forcefully on the floor, crying out ‘Mommy’ as he did. She didn’t understand why he found it so exciting, until she let him pee on her a few weeks later.

As he pissed on her in the basement, his strong flow spraying her down from her forehead to her lower stomach, she felt her clit swelling with excitment. She quickly repositioned herself, begging him to pee directly on her cunt. When he did, she also had a shattering climax.

Afterwards, still wet with urine, they fucked with reckless abandon. Much to her delight, more weird sex followed.

Kimberly’s fantasy since she was nineteen, was to fuck a man with her long, slim, strap on dildo. She had bought it as a lark, keeping it hidden away for years. Now she saw her chance to use it.

She could tell her baby was reluctant at first, but he badly wanted to please her. All they had were each other now. The day finally arrived when he allowed her to use it.

Slathering on a great deal of lubricant, she slowly worked her way past his tight, puckered, ass hole. Once she was completely up inside him, she began to slowly fuck his ass. He writhed beneath her as she did, grunting, panting, and finally whimpering in high pitched little moans.

“Oh God, Mom… Oh, God, YES!”

The bursa sınırsız escort dildo was made so that as she fucked her partner, her clit was being stimulated at the same time. She climaxed before he did, calling him her special, wonderful, bitch, and whispering that now he knew what it was like being a woman.

After her excitingly intense orgasm, she slowly pulled out of him, turned him around, and got him to suck on the dildo, tasting himself as she deliciously fucked his mouth. Again her son managed to cum without actually having his throbbing cock touched.

Maybe the two of them really were perverted!

Still, between consenting adults, what was unnatural or perverted behavior? As far as mother and son were concerned, nothing. They both felt their sex lives were as rich and rewarding as either one of them could have hoped. They were so intimate, that at times they felt like one person.

Kimberly’s only concern was that someday Kyle would leave her for a younger woman. She was, after all, fifteen years older than him. How would he feel about her when he was thirty-five, and she was fifty? What would she do with herself then? She tried not to think about it.

As she leaned back against her lover on the bow of the ship, she thought about the bank they had bought in Saint Marco, the capital of Nishamore. It was in financial trouble on the brink of collapse. Kimberly Bentley had studied its problems from afar, and felt certain she could save the mismanaged institution.

She bought it almost as cheaply as what she’d been paid for the S&L. Once she turned things around, she had big plans for their lives in Nishamore. Kyle had been reluctant to leave the United States at first. When he became aware of the country’s history, studied the banks troubled past, and realized the internet was heavily restricted there, he decided to accompany his mother.

Besides, how would he live without her?

The thought of life without Kimberly was unthinkable. He woke each day thinking about her, and went to sleep each night beside her. Just her smile could make the difference between a good or bad day for him. Now that they were legally married, he felt his life was complete.

He intended to spend the rest of his life with his Wife/Mommy!

Kyle had never had a more satisfying lover. Truth be known, he had been with more partners than his mother ever had. She could count all her lovers on one hand. Kyle needed a sheet of paper to write all his down.

After taking up with his last girlfriend Kathy, an adventurous high school senior with a body that matched her libido, he thought he had stumbled upon his future mate.

Little did he know his mate would turn out being his former mother. Former, because they were well beyond that limited relationship now. Kimberly was his true soulmate. He had never known a woman like her before. Although she was fifteen years older, she had the sexual energy of a woman his own age.

Nothing was beyond her tastes or limits, and for a woman in her later thirties, she had a body to die for. Sometimes he tried to imagine what she must have looked like naked in her late twenties or teens, but realized it was a foolish contemplation. Everything about Kimberly was the now, and she had an intellect that surpassed even her feminine charms.

It only took him one crazy night in her bed to fall genuinely, hopelessly, completely, in love with her! She was the dream woman he could only imagine before getting to know her sexually. He would do anything she asked of him.

Had she wanted him to commit cold blooded murder, he certainly would have. Anything to please her. Anything to remain in her good graces. If she were to suddenly die in some accident, he would surely have to follow. Life without her now was unimaginable.

Amber had sought to destroy Kyle and his Mother. Instead, she had brought them together.

Now, with his true love leaning back against him, his hands around her waist, he watched as they approached the coast of Nishamore. They were embarking on a new life together. They were going to build a new financial empire, and they were going to do it as a newly married couple.

They were still an hour out, and two hours before they’d have to go ashore. He kissed her on the cheek, then turned her around so she was facing him.

“Yes,” she asked politely, but in a hushed, childlike tone. The tone that drove him crazy. She knew what he was going to say before he could ask her. She smiled at him, took his hand, and led him back to their cabin.

Five minutes later, after both of them had hurriedly disrobed, she climbed on top of him and guided his aching cock up inside her. He held her hips, letting her do most of the work, making love slowly, occasionally moving one of his hands up to play with one her hard nipples.

All the crazy sexual things they did were fun, but it was this basic, intense, lovemaking, that cemented their devotion to one another. Looking into his wife’s dark eyes, he knew there was no other place he’d rather be. No other woman he’d rather be with.

It didn’t take long for her skin to take on the wet sheen that signaled her sexual excitement. Their bodies made sucking, liquid, sounds. She tightened herself around him, then moaned a little. She leaned down and kissed him.

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This is an update on my Fem Dom Wife Susie and I, and how things have progressed. Susie as you know is now so stretched out my own cock is useless for fucking her with, she is being used by so many big cocks now not just big black cocks of Leroy and his friends, but has also found further men from my her own work who have Big white cocks. I seem to spend most of my time on my knees or on my back these days, either sucking cleaning up or being fucked myself. This is how it progressed to this point after the previous story ended.

It took very little encouragement for my own part in our new life of fem-dom wife and sub hubby to expand to the point where I was not only servicing my wife with clean up duties, or Leroy’s cock for that matter but also all the other big black cocks my wife Susie now enjoyed almost constantly were being given the sub hubby treatment of being licked, sucked and cleaned up by myself after being inside my wife’s pussy or ass.

My own cock was now constantly caged and hardly ever came despite the constant urge to do so, but there were times I was permitted to cum and I will explain later. The pain and suffering that situation causes is so wonderful it is hard to describe in writing. You wish to cum, you want to cum all the feelings in your body are there but there is nothing from your trapped, caged and restricted family jewels!

Anyway as the weeks passed, Susie introduced several new ‘situations and ideas’ to our life. One was my being pegged by her whilst still caged, the feelings this incurred were exquisite and to start with she used a thin one which didn’t do much other than fill my anus. But once she found the right strap on dildo, well! Let me tell you it stimulated my prostate like crazy and even in my cage I came! God did I come, it was a really weird experience because with my cock encaged, it obviously couldn’t grow but when I came it seemed to bulge out through the gaps in the cage and then huge dollops of thick cum dropped to the floor.

My whole body shook in an unbelievably strong orgasm, like I had never experienced before. Now when Susie feels like rewarding me this is what she does. Pegs my arse until I orgasm and always gets the same result a big cum from me as I grunt, scream and yell as the pain, pleasure and satisfaction goes of the scale everywhere.

The other thing that has happened is Susie escort bursa now dresses me or rather she permits me to dress up in woman’s clothing. Well stockings, silky Lacey panties, suspenders and stilettos. She says it suits my situation! I don’t know about that but it feels bloody nice and so sexy to be dressed like a slut!

This coupled with the strap on experience led almost inevitably to Leroy then his friends to enjoying the pleasures of fucking me up my arse.

The first time was so exciting and it didn’t take much effort from Leroy to get his big black cock balls deep in my arse. Susie had by then been using an ever increasing size of dildo on my arse for weeks so accommodating the big black cocks became almost second nature. I loved the feeling in my arse of those big thick pulsating cocks emptying their seed in my bowels then feel it dribble out of my ravaged arse only to scoop it up on my fingers and greedily eat it all up.

At present, Susie can no longer be stimulated by my cock as her Lover Leroy and his friends have so stretched her pussy and her ass out that even if I were permitted to fuck her which I am not, I would not feel anything. Susie has now been used DP in her cunt and her ass on numerous occasions, and in doing so ruined any chance I ever had of satisfying my wife ever again. The number of men she can accommodate has grown to the point that on several times a week she is being gang-banged by several men at a time. The biggest was six men in one afternoon, my ass and jaw ached almost as much as I imagined my wife Susie’s ass, cunt and jaw did as well. I know my stomach was full of black seed, and my own wife’s cum I could feel it sloshing around for hours afterwards every time I moved. My stockings, and panties had been torn, and hung like rags from my legs and hips respectively covered in my own and others love juices and cum.

So basically unless Susie chooses to peg my arse I never get to cum, it’s not even cum denial any more it’s just that without prostate stimulation I can’t get it up as I am permanently caged day and night twenty four seven. I assume my cock and balls are now so damaged that they would never be able to respond as a normal cock or balls does anyway, so being caged is a pleasure in itself to be honest.

Just after Christmas was probably the most embarrassing görükle escort moment I have had since having to ask Leroy to fuck my wife that first time. The second Sunday in January, we had been fucking like rabbits, well Leroy and two of his friends were doing all the fucking, Susie, who is a big black cock dominated wife anyway and myself who is both dominated by the wife and the same big cocks, were enjoying a mid afternoon session when my mother in law arrived, let herself in and found us in what is best described as a compromising position.

At the precise moment she entered the house (we forgot to lock the door) I was on my knees sucking Leroy’s cock clean whilst Susie was sat on top of Sam’s cock up her arse and Tom was just in the process of shoving his cock up her arse also. Her mother, my mother in law stood open mouthed for a few minutes as we all froze momentarily, then her mother Wilma started pulling off her coat before saying something along the lines off,

“Don’t stop on my account I had no idea I had such a dirty filthy son in law or daughter just let me get undressed and I will join you …my oh my such big cocks and you seem to like sucking on them Darren does he take it up the arse?”

“Sure does!”

Leroy grunted as everyone commenced with enjoying their personal pleasure. It was something along those lines anyway. Wilma then spotted the strap on lying on the chair and proceeded to put it on before positioning herself behind me and then beginning to fuck my arse with it. I was in absolute heaven, one cock in my throat, and a rubber one up my arse at same time. What could any self respecting Sub Hubby want more than that!

That was only the start of an afternoon of my mother in law fucking me, being fucked by Leroy, Sam or tom, me cleaning her, my wife and all those cocks u time and time again. I really was a fully fledged Cum eating, cock sucking sub Hubby to the fullest. That line has extended fully now to Wilma regularly using me as and when she likes, even introducing some of her friends who were only too happy to fill my holes with strap on cocks, or get me to eat their big swollen cunts out after being fucked by the same rubber cock as I was.

I was now servicing almost a dozen big black cocks. Four of my mother in laws girl friends and my wife. The introduction altıparmak escort of three of her work colleagues who were all white and also had very big cocks was the icing on the cake so to speak. My own arse was beginning to feel and look like my wife’s arse too. Stretched, loose and always wanting more and bigger cocks to fill me up.

The situation at home with my wife is that basically I am now her maid. I do all the housework. She does all the financial stuff including control of my income etc. I am still permanently caged as you know, and Susie has even suggested castration to ensure I am unable to cum ever again,but that option would allow me to be released from being caged permanently.

I think this idea of hers, is probably the ultimate turn on for me, the complete ‘cum denial’ option. Yet it is a decision that requires some thought. Do we or rather I, have my balls removed, which would of course remove the cum option but that would reduce my testosterone levels which would ultimately kill my libido and sex drive, but would be a very submissive act, and therefore showing my ultimate willingness to be a submissive husband to Susie.

Or do I, or should I rather, have my cock removed but leave my balls intact. I’d still have a stump left to urinate out off. But that way I would still have my balls and the testosterone they produce. I would also still have my libido and sex drive but I wouldn’t be able to masturbate and therefore couldn’t or wouldn’t be able to make myself cum, which is ultimately what Susie has done to me up to this moment.

That option would leave me very frustrated, however it would more than ever make me extremely eager to please my Hot-wife, Wilma my Mother in Law and all my wife’s Bulls, as well as Wilma’s ‘friends’. The more turned on I would get, then the more cum I would still produce but I would find this option probably even more frustrating as I would not be able to make myself cum through masturbation. Thus making me even more willing and eager to please everyone involved. Not that I will in reality get any choice in the matter, Susie is boss in our house except when she is being a dominated wife by her big cock lovers and bulls. She will ultimately make the decision for me.

But for the moment I allow myself the pretence of ‘Oh the dilemma what option should I choose’ but what a pleasurable one to face as I fully accept my position as a married cuckold and Susie’s Sub-hub!

PS -Update Susie has since informed me it is the latter option I will be enduring, the operation is scheduled for end of March in America. I now look forward to my life as a man with no cock!

The End.

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Rejection hurt the most when it came in multitudes.

Daniel Aster prided himself in his resiliency and independence. He didn’t care what any authority told him, he could bounce back from any criticism. If a critique held merit, he’d listen, and if it just broke him down without purpose, he’d ignore it. He knew he had power, and he knew that with the right training, he could control that power. He was a master warlock in the making.

The first rejection slip that came on his doorstep, delivered by a curiously intelligent Peregrine Hawk, he ignored. There were over a dozen great Warlock schools across all eight continents. (Maybe Mundanes thought there were seven continents, but they hadn’t figured out indoor plumbing until the 19th century, so what did they know?) and plenty of smaller private institutions. It didn’t matter if one said no.

The second slip, he laughed it off. ‘Fundamentally incapable of controlling power’ may have been a note in both papers, but what did that matter? He knew his control was a weak point, it just took one administrator to see that it could be improved, that it wasn’t hopeless. Besides, they saw his strengths, didn’t they? Good results on written exams, high levels of magical attunement-if it wasn’t for piss poor control, he’d have been a cinch.

Eight rejection letters made his confidence waver.

He now had a stack of forty. So many letters that they made his waste paper bin overflow, so many that animal control had been called to complain about the bird poop spattering cars in front of his home-bird messengers were traditional, but perhaps a bit inconvenient.

When he got to be High Warlock, he’d see about getting official communication channels equipped with telephones and pagers.

If he got to be High Warlock. You didn’t get elected to top positions without a prestigious degree to your name.

For all his confidence, he admitted needed education, practice, and a good teacher. Nobody became a master on their own; even Merlin had learned from the fae.

Only…that wasn’t quite true. He didn’t just need a teacher, he needed remedial classes, maybe a tutor-the kind of education he could only get with a lot of money or a top-tier school. He was like a toddler who’d never bursa escort learned to walk while his bones were growing, and now required physical therapy to catch up; he knew he had the capacity but he couldn’t stand up to prove it.

And with forty academies-public, private, long lasting institutions and barely-accredited night schools-all insisting he was unfit to be a warlock at all, Daniel had to admit that maybe they were right.

Maybe.

Lying on his bed, Daniel weighed his options. Give up, find a private tutor, bribe his way in-or keep digging for another school that he hadn’t already applied to.

Maybe he could make an appeal to his upbringing-his dad had been Mundane, not a lick of magic in him. Only his mom had power, but naturally, she was a witch. Women’s magic worked off the same fundamentals as men’s, but the nuances were vastly different; Warlocks worked alone, with lightning responses and raw strength no witch could manage, witches pooled their magic into covens that operated more slowly but with more delicacy, more staying power.

It was like the old saying-If you want to go fast, go alone, if you want to go far, go together. Warlocks were fast.

Or…they were in theory. Daniel had learned the basics of magic early, but he wasn’t fast, and nothing his mom had taught him had built speed.

The catch-22 made him reel-he needed a teacher to get the speed and precision of a true Warlock, but his current abilities were so low that no school would take him.

While he pondered this, another hawk smacked into his window, flopping onto the wrought-iron fire escape outside his apartment. He winced, walking over to open it, while the bird gave him an annoyed look.

“I keep my space tidy,” he said, rolling his eyes as he untied the letter from around its neck, allowing himself to feel a spark of hope. “Not my fault you can’t tell clean glass from open air.”

The hawk gave a croaking little caw, giving him a side-eye that seemed to say, ‘I’m better than you.’ Even the birds were looking down on him today.

Once the note was in his hands, the bird squawked, flapped its wings, and took off to the skies once more.

“Okay,” Daniel said, turning over the letter bursa escort in his hands. “Let’s see what we’ve got…Berrier University.”

A distance-learning outfit, Berrier had been just about his last choice for application, but it was at least a choice. He didn’t need to attend for the full course-he could enroll for a semester, get enough proof that he could handle his shit, and take those grades to a real school.

He just needed his foot in the door. Holding his breath, he slid the envelope open and withdrew the note inside, mumbling the words as he read it aloud.

“Dear Mr. Aster,

We regret to inform you-“

Something was wrong with the note; after reading those first eight words, all the letters turned blurry and illegible.

He knew what the note said by heart, anyways. ‘Your control isn’t good enough, you aren’t fast enough, you don’t have the potential to be a warlock-you’ve got good grades on paper, go find work as an enchanter or something, maybe get a job teaching.’

And the message between the lines: ‘You’ll never be a real magician, so take the crumbs you can get. You just don’t have what it takes.’

“Dammit,” Daniel snapped, crumpling the note in his hand and tossing it into his trash bin. It bounced off the rim and rolled away. Annoyed, he snapped his wand-a stubby little thing with an ergonomic grip-off his desk and sent a shower of sparks at the note. It flopped into the air, overcorrected, and soared past the bin again.

He tried the spell again, and it this time flew straight up, no closer to being thrown away than if he’d left it to sit. On the third time, he spat out a word and flicked his wand and-instead of levitating the paper-set it on fire.

Eyes widening a fraction, Daniel blurted, “Shit,” and ran over, stomping out the flame before it could spread.

He stared down at the ashy pile.

(Goddammit.)

(God fucking dammit.)

(Are they right about me?)

Grimacing, he went to get a dustpan and clean up the mess. A cleaning spell would have been faster, but the last thing Daniel wanted to do was confirm the worst belief he held about himself.

He did have the potential, though. Daniel knew his strengths, escort bayan and he knew his flaws-he was impulsive, he acted too quickly, he could be too stubborn for his own good. But he had a well of power inside him, one he could feel deep down in his core, the kind of power that warlocks of legend could only dream of.

Maybe he was a little cocky, too, but who ever heard of a passive warlock?

“Screw them,” he said aloud. “I’m going to get into one of these schools, one way or another.”

He wondered about cheating, but that wouldn’t help either. Even if he found a way to pretend to be able to do things he couldn’t, he’d be found out too quickly; he needed something that would get him trained, not just that would get him in the door. His control was that bad-and, being honest, he couldn’t blame it fully on being taught the basics by a witch. Many witches, his mother included, had better control than him even though that was miles away from their field of expertise. And…

And…

And that gave him an idea.

Sitting down, he picked up the phone from his desk, punching in his mom’s number on the hard plastic buttons. It rang twice, and then-

“Danny!” she said, excitedly. “How are you, sweetie? Everything still going okay in Seattle? Have you found a job yet? A girlfriend?”

“I told you, I’m just here until I get accepted into college,” he said, scratching his chin. “Why look for a job when I’m leaving in a few weeks?”

He heard her click her tongue, a noise she made when she was thinking. “Right, right-it’s just, you never call, how am I supposed to know what’s going on in your life?”

“I’m calling right now!” He rolled his eyes. “Look, I was just curious-do you have your old records from when you were studying at Alphebeta?”

“I’m sure I’ve got them somewhere,” she said. “Why?”

He didn’t detect a hint of suspicion in her tone. Perfect. “For filling out one of these applications-I think it might help. Could you send that over?”

There was a way to get the education he needed. If witches had better focus than him, he’d just go learn from witches. His poor control wouldn’t stop him from getting enrolled, and he could fake the rest.

Daniel just had one obstacle to overcome:

Alphabeta-and, for that matter, any other witches’ school in the world-was an all girls school. Of course it was; ‘all witches’ and ‘all girls’ were practically synonyms.

Still, he had a way around that, too.

He’d just need his mom’s records, a little sleight of hand, and a dress.

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Dee’s new job was a boon for our finances, and the hours she had to work made it fine with my work commitments and the kids. I was rapt to see her so happy and was also pleased with the attitude she was showing in the clothes she would wear when working. She’d always dressed nice for me when we went out and when we fucked, but to see my sexy long-legged wife walk out the door in high heels and a hot outfit for work was H-O-R-N-Y!!

About a week ago, Dee rang me at work and told me Al had phoned with a rush job that she had to do. Two Japanese execs from Toyota were coming in to town and were keen to buy a place down the peninsula where all the golf courses were. Apparently her job was to pick the two guys up at the airort, show them to their hotel, then drive them down to inspect the apartments and condos at each of the golf course developments. She was then to have dinner and negotiate with them before heading home. It was to be a long day for her and so I arranged to pick up the kids and cook them dinner. We spent a lovely night watching a video before I put the kids to bed and sat back and watched another video myself. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew Dee was kissing me on the cheek and her hand was snaking it’s way inside my trousers as I lay on the couch!

She put her finger to my lips in the “don’t say a word” message. gaziosmanpaşa escort I smiled and leaned back, enjoying the touch of her long finger nails as they raked their way along my rapidly firming shaft. She unzipped me and then went down on me as only Dee can. I am almost eight inches when erect, and my sexy wife can easily take it all the way into her hungry throat. I moaned a little and pushed my cock upwards deeper into her throat. Without a word she jammed it in until I could feel it bottom out on her tonsils at the back of her throat. Within three minutes she made me cum. My jism oozed and spurted into her mouth, and she managed to almost gobble the lot down. A few small trickles seeped out the side of her lips and she rapidly looked me in the eye and slurped them down aswell. She then stood back and removed all her clothes, but left on her black heels. I loved that! She always knew that fucking in heels was my favourite thing. These were her platform sandal style heels, six inches, and man she was tall when she wore them! I know Japanese guys are relatively short, so I expected she had impressed them with her height during the day’s activities.

She tugged on my legs and turned me so that I was leaning back in the couch with my legs stretched out facing her. Slowly she escort istanbul stepped back and then started a sexy show, dancing and writhing in front of me. Her hands were all over her breasts, and kept cupping them, which she also knows drives me crazy! She then slowly, and I mean slowly, lowered her hands down her body, gliding down her waist and stomach, before reaching down and exposing her clit. She gave it a slow and wet flicker, before inserting three fingers inside her pink and hairless cunt. She pumped them up and down a few times, squatting down lower with each thrust, until her fingers were buried deep inside. Suddenly she pulled them out and showed them to me. The were covered in white sticky cum! I was shocked and aroused at the same time! Dee then shocked me again by thrusting the cum soaked fingers into her mouth, before licking the clean.

Man was my wife a sexy bitch! Not to rest on her laurels, she slowly turned around and then bent over, so that her awesome ass was facing me. Her left hand then snaked it’s way around and she inserted a finger deep inside her ass. Normally she likes the action round there to be slow, so I was a little surprised when she jammed the finer in and out pretty fast and deep. I soon found out why. She pulled out the finger and revealed that her ass was also full of cum! Man…it esenler escort HAD been a big day!! My cock was starting to harden again and Dee noticed this.

Without saying a word still, she back towards me and took hold of my cock.

“Fuck me. Stick your fat cock in my hot cum soaked ass and fuck the shit out of me”.

It was the first words she had uttered since she had woken me on the couch. My hot assed wife wanted me to butt fuck her…so who was I to refuse a request like that????

I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, noticing the wetness in her hot musky hole. Normally we would use a heap of vegetable oil when doing anal, but this night was different. She lowered her asshole down and pushed hard immediately, jamming my now raging hard on inside her soaking ass. I felt the heat in there and grabbed her hips really firmly, fucking her fast and mercilessly. I knew she wanted it that way. Her hair and head were thrashing around and she was grunting and moaning as she always did during anal or double penetration sex. I was wildly turned on. Her she was, heels only, letting me fuck her ass like anything. It was fantastic. I finally needed to cum and she didn’t miss a beat. I pumped and pumped and then jammed it in as far as it would go as I deposited my cum where someone had obviously been earlier that day. Without saying a word, she pumped my cock with her ass until all my cum was trapped inside her butt. She then slowly moved off until a loud “pop” released my cock from her fantastic ass, and she walked off towards the bedroom saying, “Come to bed and I’ll tell you all about it”………..

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I have to keep tabs on the little tramp – you can see that can’t you? – I have to keep my eye on her.

She’s less than half his age. He’ll never keep up with her. Look at them; I give it six months! I’d been thrown all these comments and more when I first married Libby. The rumour mills had been working overtime in attempting to assess the attraction between us. Personally, I thought it obvious. There was no secret as far as I was concerned: Libby wanted my money and I wanted Libby!

But they were right about one thing at least; keeping up with my wife sexually was not easy. In bed (or in the kitchen/lounge/bathroom etc) Libby was untamed; a feral being that seemed to know no restraints. I did the best I could but it wasn’t long before I suspected that she was straying from the path of the righteous, devoted wife.

And so I watched her. Covertly tracking her movements. It became almost an obsession with me.

Despite the lack of need to work, Libby had insisted on retaining her job at the local factory. This irked me and the little tramp knew it. For one thing it was not favourable for a man in my position to be seen with a trophy wife who had such a menial job and for another, it meant that she was constantly surrounded by the sniffing young bucks that populated the factory floor.

The summertime was worse. Libby would dress in the most revealing clothes that she could find; short skirts that flared around her slim hips and showed off her legs, low-cut tops that promised sneaking glimpses of her tanned breasts and open sandals that exposed her pretty ankles and feet with brightly painted toes.

And then, of course there was the factory summer outing. A barbeque. I had been dreading the day for weeks. To her credit, Libby had asked me if I would like to attend. But she knew that I wouldn’t and her invitation was half-hearted and unconvincing. No, I had plans for that day!

Saturday arrived and I watched Libby dress after a light breakfast. She had selected an expensive, elegant looking white silk blouse and a short black skirt. The weather was warm and so she slipped black high-heeled sandals over her bare feet without the stockings that she usually wore. Her underwear was in matching white lace and after slipping on a short designer jacket; the whole ensemble was finished off with a wide brimmed hat and dark sunglasses.

“How do I look?” she asked, smiling sweetly. It had become noticeable in my paranoia that the more suspicious I became of my wife, the more pleasant she was to me. The bitch!

I grunted through a bite of cold toast and tried to make out that I had hardly noticed her attire.

“Fine.” I said sarcastically. “Hope you have a good time.”

“I will!”

There was an air of wickedness in her voice as she threw that last comment over her shoulder on her way to the door. Or maybe it was just my paranoia again. I heard the door close behind her with a certain finality.

I listened as the last sounds from her VW disappeared as she drove down the street. Suddenly the room seemed empty and quiet – almost desolate. I looked around the kitchen, my eyes finally coming to rest on the keys to my Lexus. I’d stopped chewing and, as I looked at them, my jaw refused to move. Suddenly the plan didn’t seem like such a good idea. Did I really want my wife’s infidelity confirmed once and for all? What would I do afterwards? Separation? Divorce? The words seemed to stick in my throat and choke me. But I had to know. I did. There would be no peace in my mind until I found out what the little bitch was up to!

I didn’t need to follow Libby. I knew where the barbeque was to be held and so was able to let her leave a full hour before I did. The cool air of the vehicle’s air conditioning unit calmed my frayed nerves as I drove through başakşehir escort the light morning traffic. The leather bound case housing the binoculars that I had bought the previous day rested beside me on the passenger seat and my fingers patted it comfortingly, thinking how they would provide me with a perfect view of my little tramp. It had got to the stage now where I almost WANTED to find her in the arms of another man! The shrill tones of my cell phone suddenly broke my reverie.

“Yes?” I answered almost savagely, strangely annoyed at the interruption.

It was my law-firm office enquiring on a trivial matter to do with one of the cases I was working on. I gave the necessary answers a little too curtly and put the phone down again, almost instantly regretting my rudeness. I would have to remember to apologise to Angela, my secretary, on Monday. I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to call her back now.

As I reached the barbeque area, I parked well out of sight and got comfortable. Pulling the binoculars out of the case I studied them for a brief moment admiring the precision work that had gone into making them. I grimaced as my first observation through the powerful lenses was a blurred, vague impression. I rolled the calibration wheel slowly and smiled to myself as the whole vista before me came into sharp, pointed focus. I could see the entire barbeque area now and panned the glasses slowly in search of Libby. There were not many people there – which I found a little strange – and I thought that I would have no trouble in locating my little tramp. But Libby was obvious by her absence and, after a few more minutes fruitless searching, I decided to drive around to the other side of the picnic area.

Stopping the car again, I now had a different view of the whole area, this time including the almost deserted parking lot. There seemed to be a crowd of people gathered around a mini-van – the only vehicle I could see – and I trained my glasses in that direction.

What I saw then made the breath catch in my throat and a sheen of sweat break out on my forehead. Libby – the bitch – was seated just inside the van with the side door wide open. Beside her and in a state of some excitement, was not just one man – but two!

Libby was already in a state of semi-undress. Her blouse was undone and her bra discarded exposing two mounds of tanned, womanly flesh that the first man was squeezing and groping lustily. Her short skirt was rucked up; her expensive lace panties, torn and unneeded, lay crumpled on the grass. Libby’s hands rested on the second mans’ head as she pulled him urgently in between her spread thighs.

I was too far away to hear sounds but from the way that Libby’s mouth hung open and her lips moved in silent words of encouragement, it was clear that the two men had already brought my wife very close to climax.

I watched her body contract and contort beneath her two lovers as the orgasm washed over her body. He high-heels had been kicked off and I could see the toes of her bare feet curl as she climaxed hard. Her whole body seemed to shake and tremble and it was obvious that the two men were having a little difficulty keeping her still.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I closed my eyes as I heard the voice close to my ear. The voyeur exposed as a pervert by the cops. I’d been busted.

“Well?” The voice repeated.

I looked up and squinted into the sun expecting to see the familiar uniform of the local constabulary.

“Hold on.” I started. “You’re not a cop!”

“Of course I’m not a cop! Gary Langton. I work with Libby. Pleased to meet you!”

I looked at the proffered hand as if it were a live fish. My brain was still in a whirl.

“Gary escort istanbul Langton?” The voice said again, indicating once more his outstretched fish. I shook the fish carefully.

“She’s great, isn’t she?” Langton continued putting the fish back in his pocket. “Every year it’s the same. Never fails to entertain the troops! Wonderful for company morale!”

Through my befuddlement, I suddenly realised that Langton was talking about my wife. He was so relaxed about it, it was as if she had just bought the staff a large bottle of scotch rather than let them grope her semi-naked body. But before I had chance to reply, the younger man was opening the car door and helping me out.

“I’ve not seen you before, have I? I guess you must be a new hand at the factory. Come on, you’ll get a much better view from over there with us. It’s my turn next and let me tell you, I got a hard-on with Libby’s name on it!”

Suddenly it dawned on me that Langton thought I was one of the work force. He hadn’t recognised me as The Tramp’s husband.

I followed the younger man towards the open mini-van and took up a position just to the side and out of my wife’s view. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I did know that Libby shouldn’t see me. Not that the little bitch would have been very interested in me right at that point. She had other, more pressing matters to attend to!

Libby was now seated in the doorway of the van; her legs were open exposing a pussy wet with saliva and sex juice. A tall, naked man was standing next to her with his erection touching her red painted lips. I watched as she opened wide and allowed the young man to push the entire length of his tool into her mouth and started sucking him off.

I was transfixed by this wanton display of lust. I had been shocked by the fact that TWO men had been with her earlier, but now a whole line of several lusty young guys formed a queue patiently awaiting their turn with The Tramp.

Perversely, although Libby’s breasts and pussy were exposed for all to see (and touch), her eyes were still shielded by the Cartier sunglasses. I looked back just in time to see the guy that she was sucking blow his load into her mouth. Libby groaned deeply as she tried to swallow his sticky issue but, inevitably there was too much and the thick liquid began to ooze from the corners of her mouth and drip down onto her hard, swollen nipples.

As the first man moved away, now sated, the next man in line took his place. It was Langton and he smiled over at me as he forced his cock in between Libby’s cum-stained lips. One of his hands pulled on the back of her head while the other grasped her breast, pulling and pinching the nipple almost viciously as he pumped himself into her mouth.

Langton was clearly over-excited and only lasted a few moments. To cheers and hoots from his friends, Libby’s young co-worker groaned loudly and emptied the contents of his balls. He was moved on quickly by the next man who immediately took his place.

The third guy was a small black man that I was sure I had seen before (although I’m certain it would have been with his clothes on!). His cock was thick and long and I heard a small squeal of delight from Libby as she greedily sucked it into her willing mouth. She was beginning to look a little abused now. Cum was dripping from her lips and had pooled, drying in the sun, between her sweat-sheened breasts. But this didn’t stop her eagerly blowing the big black cock that was currently thrusting in and out of her mouth. Her hands cupped his balls and her lips formed a tight seal around the wide head. It was no surprise that the man shot his load in less than five minutes.

Things then started to move a little more quickly. Libby was bodily lifted beykent escort and pulled, wet and dripping from the mini-van. An older, slightly overweight man, that I recognised as the factory foreman – Libby’s boss – sat inside and held a short, squat looking penis in his grubby hand. Libby was encouraged to bend over and take her boss into her mouth while standing. Yet another man then moved behind her and, unceremoniously, pulled her short skirt up to expose her juicy pussy from behind. She was still wet from the earlier licking that she had received and the young mans’ cock slid in easily up to the hilt.

I could hear my wife moaning like a cheap whore as she was penetrated at both ends. Her legs were shaking as the young man slammed his tool into her from behind and I guessed that she was in the throes of another crashing orgasm.

The two men came almost together and Libby received another faceful of thick, sticky jism at one end whilst the guy in her pussy quickly pulled out and shot his seed over the small of her back.

The Tramp was now clearly exhausted but there were still three more men that had not yet sampled her ample charms. For the first time since watching this obscenely wonderful spectacle, I heard her speak.

“More.” She gurgled through sperm-stained lips. “I want more cum! Shoot it all over me!”

Lying back in the mini-van, my slut-wife tore open the front of her blouse, ripping the buttons and sending them spinning off onto the grass. With her breasts fully exposed, the last three men stood to her sides and started masturbating furiously. In turn she took each cock in her mouth, licking and sucking the head and then rolling it over her impossibly hard nipples. The air was thick with the sounds and aromas of raw sex and it was only a short time before the men started to present Libby with her much needed gift.

The cum flew everywhere; spurting from the ends of throbbing, twitching cocks and splashing the hot flesh of my wife’s tits and face. The valley of her cleavage was a pool of semen and the thick sex fluid obliterated her designer sunglasses. Her red painted lips mouthed more words of support as she and the men wrung every last drop out of their balls.

I looked around me at the surrounding area of grass. Men, young and older, lay around relaxing and recovering in varying stages of undress. Limp cocks lay against flat, work-hardened stomachs and perspiration stained the brows of most of Libby’s conquests. Despite myself I could feel the strain of a solid erection beneath my own pants as, unobserved, I sneaked off back to the Lexus.

It was nearly five-thirty when I heard Libby return. All afternoon, the images that I had witnessed would not leave me. My erection had ached and, on several occasions, I had to resist the almost overwhelming urge to masturbate.

“Did you have a good time?” I said casually, glancing up from my newspaper as she entered the lounge.

She looked very different to the last time I saw her. Gone were all traces of semen. Her hair was freshly washed (in who’s bathroom, I wondered) and her chic clothes were expertly arranged. Who would have guessed that, earlier, she had been behaving like such a cheap whore.

“Very nice, thank you!” She replied with a grin.

I thought I’d push the point. I wanted to catch her out.

“I’ve been feeling horny all day!” I said. “But you look a bit tired for sex now.”

Libby always wanted sex. She never said no. Let’s see her wriggle out of this one, I thought!

“Oh, I’m not tired!” She chuckled. “I’m just ready for a good fucking! Would you like to fuck me in the ass, baby? For some reason I got a bit of a sore pussy today.”

As my little tramp bent over the sofa and pulled down her panties, baring her sweet rounded buttocks, I forgot all about the fact she wasn’t wearing the bra that she had earlier. I decided not to ask about the different colour lipstick and the fact that her pussy was still wet and juicy I pushed to the back of my mind. As my cock speared her tiny, star shaped anus, I smiled as I realised that The Tramp was mine now – All mine!

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