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It’s always hard to describe yourself. You tend to see yourself through flattering eyes that quite possibly hide your flaws. This is not a problem for me. I’ve been told rather pointedly what I look like. Often enough for me to believe most of it’s probably reasonably close to fact, so I’ll just pass on what others say.

I’m big. Not fat, mind you, just big. Well over six foot and with a solid bone structure and I’ve always kept myself fit. That’s the first impression people have of me.

The second thing that they note is I’m hairy. If I was any more hairy, they’d skin me and use my hide as a rug. I’m clean shaven, but that doesn’t really help as people can see the line of fur around my throat where I stopped shaving.

The third thing people notice is that I’m ugly. I’m not talking un-handsome, or rather plain. I’m talking downright, run away screaming, ugly. If a mugger bumped into me in the middle of the night, he’d give me his loot, instead of demanding any from me.

What people tend not to notice until they know me better is that I’m highly intelligent. I’m not of the genius level, but I’m not far from it. I’m smart enough to own and run a successful business, despite my looks.

I also have what I’m told is a peculiar sense of humour. I don’t think that one’s fair. It’s not really my fault if I have a fine sense of the ridiculous.

One last thing. Children, cats and dogs all like me. They seem to think I’m a teddy bear and just made for them to play with. I actually make an amazing Santa Claus.

Anyway, in a nutshell, that’s me.

The incident that happened came about because I trusted the weather forecasters. I know that everyone heaps scorn on them for being wrong, but have you ever noticed how often they’re pretty near the mark? They may be out in their estimate of low and high temperature for the day, but if they say no rain, or only a slight chance of rain, they’re pretty well spot on.

This day they’d said no rain today, but they expected some the next day, so I went hiking. I was well up in the mountains, hoofing along and scaring other hikers who thought the sasquatch was passing, when I realised that the weathermen had been caught short. I could see the storm clouds that were supposed to arrive the next day had found a short cut and were sneaking in between a couple of mountains and heading directly towards me, fast.

Not wanting to get soaked I quickly assessed my chances. Back was a no-go area, but I seemed to remember a nice hikers hut further up the mountain. I picked up the pace and managed to reach the hut moments before the storm reached me.

So there I was, nice and dry, while the heavens let loose all around me. The hut was equipped with some oil lamps and a gas stove and someone had supplied firewood. I lit the lamps, built myself a nice little fire and put some water on to boil. I always carry powdered coffee and some instant soup, so as soon as the water boiled I could have a meal.

And there were some magazines in the cabin, so something to read.

Furniture wise, there wasn’t that much, just the table, a couple of chairs and a bed, which was really nothing more a stuffed mattress.

Compared to what was happening outside, I had all the comforts of home.

So the situation was that I’d had some soup and was drinking my coffee and doing a cryptic crossword in one of the magazines, totally at peace with the world.

Then the door crashed open, what looked like a large drowned rat hurtled into the cabin, turned and slammed the door and then leant back against it with a sigh of relief.

By this time I could see that the drowned rat was actually a petite young woman, a hiker who hadn’t got out of the rain in time, and was damned lucky not to be stuck out in the rain still.

She finally looked around the cabin and then she spotted me sitting there. It was funny really, from where I was comfortably sitting, but probably not so funny from her point of view.

She took one look at me, went even paler than she had been and jerked the door open, apparently intending to bolt back out of the cabin. With the door open, instead of her leaving, a very bitter wind and some really cold rain came crashing in, causing the young woman to slam the door in a hurry, still inside.

Now she just looked around in an obvious state of consternation, which was really quite insulting. I just can’t find it in myself to believe that I look that mean and ugly, but that lass had no troubles doing so.

“Coffee or soup?” I asked politely. The water was already hot and I had some to spare, so why not be a gentleman.

She flinched and backed away, sort of sidling around the walls until she was crouched near the fire, trying to get warm while still keeping one eye on me. OK, two eyes on me. It was obvious that I was the danger in the room.

“The water’s hot, and you really look as though you need it,” I told her, trying to project some sympathy.

This time she nodded, and whispered “coffee, please,” but as she didn’t move from the fire illegal bahis I assumed that I’d have to get off my blot and make it. So I did.

I didn’t try to hand it to her. I just reached over and placed it within her reach, as though I was offering something to a lost kitten, and she was reacting the way the kitten would, ready to arch her back, hiss and scratch.

Insulting behaviour or not, I must admit I was starting to find it amusing. From her point of view, she’d just escaped from a storm only to wind up locked on a tiny cabin with a potential ogre.

Unfortunately for her, I couldn’t let her sit there cowering in front of the fire for much longer. She was cold and wet and those saturated clothes weren’t helping. She was going to have to take them off, wring them out and hang them up to dry. There were several hooks in the wall around the fire that would serve.

“I’m Alexander,” I told her. “And you are?”

“Melody,” came the quiet reply, barely heard she was shivering so much.

“Well, I have some good news and some bad news, Melody,” I told her. “The good news is that you are now safe. The bad news is that you’re going to have to take off those wet clothes or you’ll catch pneumonia. You can use the blanket on the bed to wrap yourself in.”

A look of sheer horror crossed her face. There was no way she was taking off her clothes in the same room as me. Unfortunately, there were no other rooms, and gentleman or not, I wasn’t stepping out into that storm to give her a little privacy.

Melody politely indicated that she was fine. The fire was warming her up, thank you very much.

It would have been a nice little speech if she hadn’t been shivering so much when she gave it.

“Melody,” I said, speaking quietly, “for your own good I’m going to have to insist. Now stop being silly, strip off and wrap yourself in the blanket.”

Now why didn’t it surprise me when she shook her head, a look of determination on her face. I was going to have to damn well strip her myself, making me the bad boy in the act. Sighing I got to my feet.

Fortunately, Melody had finished her coffee, otherwise she’d have thrown it at me. She fought like a wildcat, but the issue was never in doubt. I just handled her as effortlessly as I would a small child that didn’t want to get ready for bed. In two minutes flat Melody was stripped naked and I was hanging her clothes on the hooks.

While I was hanging her clothes on the hooks, Melody was frantically lunging for the blanket, wrapping it around herself. Finished hanging things up, I tossed a couple more logs on the fire, turned to Melody and pointed to the floor just in front of the hearth.

“Sit there,” I snapped. “I’ll make you some soup, and you will drink it.”

Rather sullenly (and nervously) she sat where indicated, watching me closely as I reheated the water and made some soup. Handing it to her, she took it without a word, and sat huddled by the fire, drinking it.

I returned to the table and sat down, picking up the crossword from where I’d left off.

As far as I was concerned, the next hour passed peacefully. I read, found another cryptic crossword in one of the magazines, had another cup of coffee and relaxed generally, enjoying the warmth of the fire.

Melody, on the other hand, seemed increasingly restless. The cabin was quite warm now, and the blanket was just making her hotter. She’d moved away from the fire, initially intending to sit on the bed. Then she’d hesitated, flicked a glance at me, and finished up sitting uncomfortably on the second chair, clutching the blanket like a shield.

Several times I thought she was going to say something, but she always caught herself and stayed shut up. Finally she snapped.

“Will you just hurry up and get it over with?” she hissed at me.

“Excuse me?” I didn’t have the faintest idea what she was driving at.

“I’m tired and I want to go to sleep,” she snapped. “So will you just hurry up and do what you’re going to do so that I can?”

“Ah, the bed’s right there,” I told her. “There’s nothing to stop you going to sleep right now.”

“But then you’ll wake me up when you want me,” she pointed out sulkily, “and I just want to get the whole thing over with so I can sleep.”

I shrugged, baffled.

“I must be missing the point here,” I said, speaking soothingly, as Melody looked as though she was on the edge of tears. “What whole thing do you want over with?”

“The rape, of course,” she snapped. “I don’t want to spend the rest of the night wondering when you’re going to jump me.”

“Rape? Are you nuts?” I demanded. “Why on earth would you think I’m going to rape you?”

“Ha,” she snorted. “I suppose it’s just by chance that the first thing you did after I came in is strip off all my clothes and leave me with only this blanket. It’s not as though someone like you would be able to meet someone like me normally. Of course you’re going to move on me.”

“Have you any idea how rude and insulting you’re being?” I asked. “The illegal bahis siteleri only reason I took off your clothes was because you were being stupidly stubborn about it. Would you rather be warm and dry in that blanket, or still wet and shivering in your clothes, which you can see have still not dried.

And I’m sorry to destroy your infantile fancies, but I can meet women when I want to. You might as well go to bed as I have no intention of raping you.”

“Why not?” came the resentful reply. “What’s wrong with me?”

Women. You can’t win. If you rape them you’re assaulting them. If you don’t rape them, you’re insulting them.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. From what I saw when I stripped you, and I must admit I saw everything, you have a very nice body. But I’d just as soon pass on having forcible sex with a timid, screaming, virgin if it’s all the same to you. So be a good girl and go to bed.

Oh, you might also like to check my backpack,” I added. “There’s a hair brush and comb in it, and you’re hair looks like a rats nest. You’ll probably sleep better once you’ve brushed it.

And I should warn you I’ll also be sleeping on the bed, but you’ll have no need to panic. It’ll be strictly hands off.”

“I am not a timid, screaming, virgin,” she screamed at me. “I have every right to not want to be raped by some guy who looks like Quasimodo on steroids.”

“Uh huh,” I murmured. “Fair enough. Now go and brush your hair.”

Melody badly wanted to yell at me some more, but what could she say about being offered a hairbrush? I’d already seen her tugging at her hair with her fingers and trying to straighten it. She sulked her way over to my backpack and delved into it to find the hairbrush and comb.

She promptly found them and my spare t-shirt, which she produced with a flourish.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a spare t-shirt I could wear?” she asked indignantly.

“Several reasons. I wanted you warm and dry in that blanket to start with. When you were warm and dry, I hesitated to offer it to you as you would have had to drop the blanket to put the t-shirt on, and I couldn’t see you doing that, in case I saw your nice naked body again. Finally, I was afraid that you’d be scared to accept it in case you got contaminated. Boy germs, and all that sort of thing.”

The poor woman was almost hissing with fury, but she struggled to be polite. She really wanted that t-shirt.

“I wouldn’t have refused your kind offer,” she said. “May I wear it?”

“Be my guest.”

I waited, and she suddenly saw the hook she’d landed herself on. She couldn’t put on the t-shirt while holding the blanket, and I was looking at her expectantly.

“Do you mind turning your back?” she finally asked me.

“Certainly,” I said and turned back to the table and the magazine I’d been reading.

I heard the rustle of material and then she was walking over to stand in front of the fire while she brushed her hair. I debated whether to tell her that the fire behind her made the t-shirt effectively transparent and finally opted to be discreet rather than continuing to stir her up.

“Why don’t you just sit down in front of the fire and I’ll brush your hair for you. I’ve had practice brushing hair for my sisters and my nieces. You’ll find it’s a lot easier if I do it.”

She plainly didn’t want me that close to her, but she couldn’t come up with a polite way to turn me down, so she reluctantly settled down and passed me the brush.

Brushing a woman’s hair is something that they find soothing. A man who is doing your hair has no evil intentions towards you, or something like that. Melody’s hair wasn’t really too bad, just tangled from the rain and rough drying she given it. It wasn’t long before the brush was gliding through her long tresses as smooth as silk, all knots gone, and Melody almost purring with pleasure.

Finally finishing, I put the brush and comb back in the backpack.

“That will do for now,” I told her. “The rain has stopped for the moment, so I suggest that you take advantage of it to put some shoes on and step out of the cabin for a moment for a nature call.”

What was wrong with that suggestion, I ask you? It seemed perfectly reasonable to me. It’s not as though we had internal toilets in the cabin. Whatever, I ignored the nasty look she gave me and indicated she should go, which she did. I did the same as soon as she returned. I did not want to be caught with a bursting bladder at two in the morning while the rain was thundering down.

Back inside, I told her to go to bed and catch some sleep. She looked exhausted. Still flinging nervous little glances my way as though not sure I wasn’t going to pounce, she settled down.

“I’ll be joining you on the bed later,” I told her, “but you needn’t worry about it. When I say I’ll be sleeping with you, I mean sleeping, and only sleeping. So if you roll over in the night and find me there, calm your little virgin nerves and go back to sleep.”

Again I’d managed to irritate her.

“Why canlı bahis siteleri do you insist on calling me a virgin?” she asked, a hint of petulance in her voice. “Is that why you didn’t rape me, because you think I’m a virgin?”

“I’m implying you’re a virgin because it irritates you,” I said blandly. “The reason I didn’t rape you is because I’m not a rapist, and you’re being very insulting suggesting I am. That’s your second warning about the insults you’re handing out.”

She blinked at that, wondering what a third warning might mean. I let her wonder. Then she rolled over and went to sleep.

I waited until Melody had been asleep for over an hour before I stripped of my outer clothing and joined her on the bed. I figured that after being asleep that long, she would be so deeply asleep that she wouldn’t even notice me joining her.

I was nearly correct. As soon as I nestled under the blanket she zeroed in on me, snuggling up close to my warmth and wrapping her arm around my waist. A bit disconcerting, as I could feel a very nice pair of breasts pressing against my back, with only a little bit of flimsy material separating us. What can you do? Enjoying the feel of her nestling against me, I went to sleep.

Come the morning, things had changed. The storm was gone, and the sun was shining. It looked like it would be a great day. Also Melody was no longer snuggling up to me, holding me by the waist. I was lying on my back and she was snuggling up to me, but that certainly wasn’t my waist she was holding. Something seemed to have escaped the confines of clothing and was waving about, craving attention, and Melody was thoughtfully soothing it.

What to do? Try to withdraw and have her come awake crying rape? Leave her hand there and have her come awake and accuse me of taking unmentionable liberties? Try and gently remove her hand, which would be my least favourite option? It seemed to me that her hand knew just what it was doing, even if she didn’t.

“Melody, are you awake?” I asked quietly.

I thought I heard her breathing hesitate. No, I was damn sure that her breathing hesitated for a moment.

I thought it only fair to warn her.

“I know you’re awake,” I stated confidently. “If you continue to do what you’re doing, I’m going to find out personally if you’re a virgin or not.”

She gave a gasp, snatched her hand away and rolled onto her back, away from me. To an unsuspicious mind, one would have thought that her touch had been entirely accidental. I guess I have a suspicious mind, as I was damned sure it had been deliberate.

“I’m sorry,” Melody said, her voice seeming to shake slightly, “I didn’t realise what I was doing. My hand must have just sort of drifted down while I was sleeping.”

“It happens,” I said, nodding my head sagely. “I mean, you can see how my hand is drifting right now.”

And drift if did, over to her tummy, which was bare, the t-shirt having ridden up over her waist while she slept. Then my hand drifted further down until it was drifting across her pubic mound and heading south.

I could feel a slight scratchiness as my hand brushed her, indicating that another shave was required. As my hand dropped lower and finally came to a rest, gently cupping her pussy, I asked her a question that had been bothering me.

“Tell me,” I said, “does it feel different when a hand rubs you while you’ve got a little bristle here, compared to when you’re smooth shaven?”

To emphasise what I meant, my hand returned to that fine bristle, rubbing my fingertips back and forth across it.

Melody gulped. “I haven’t really experimented to find out,” she muttered. “I think you should stop doing that.”

“As you wish,” I murmured, and again let my hand slide back south until I was cupping her pussy, and started gently squeezing it and relaxing.

“That’s not what I meant,” she said, gasping slightly. “Please just take your hand away from there.”

“Sorry,” I murmured. “My mistake.”

My hand started moving north, again scraping across her fine bristle and moving back up to her tummy. Somehow or other I forgot to stop there, and my hand just kept going up, under the t-shirt and settling on one of the globes that I found there. Again I started doing a little squeeze and release, while my thumb idly rolled her nipple around.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Melody demanded.

“I’m not sure,” I told her honestly. “What I’m hoping to be doing is seducing you. Am I succeeding?”

“No, you’re not,” Melody snapped at me. At least, it sound like she was trying to snap, but I accidentally flicked her nipple as she was talking, and she sort of choked on her reply.

“Pity,” I told her. “Maybe kissing would help.”

Giving her ample time to protest, I leaned up and slightly over, lightly brushing my lips against hers. It was pure coincidence that my erection also lightly brushed her hand, and it was her own choice to close that hand around it.

At that stage I started deepening the kisses I was giving her, the light brushing of lips against lips giving way to mouth actively seeking mouth. Also my hand, which I had forgotten to remove, started wandering around her quite lovely chest, getting further acquainted with both the globes hidden under the t-shirt.

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Thank you all so much for all the positive reviews. As a writer it really makes me happy. Sorry for taking so long to update this story I have been in an EMT class for the past 7 weeks. I am done with the class and studying for the National registry test. Soon I will have time to write again.

After about an hour of sitting in her room watching TV and clicking around on lesbian websites Sara decided to head out to the mall for a few hours and kill some time. Her mother was still sitting in the living room reading her book when she walked in and grabbed the keys to the car. She told her mom she was going out and headed out of the door taking the hundred dollars with her.

She was unsure as to where she was going but soon found herself sitting in the parking lot of an adult book store. To say that she was nervous as she walked through the door would be an understatement. Her heart was beating faster than it was last night with Amber. She could feel her face flush red as she started looking through the items slowly working her way to the toy section. There were a few men in the place but they were all keeping to themselves.

Slowly she made her way to the toys and started looking at the dildos all of which were different colors and shapes. Some long and thick some small and thick some smooth and some bumpy.

“How the hell do I know what kind to buy?” She thought to herself.

She saw the strap-on toys and figured that would be a good place to start. She started looking them up and down and looked at the pictures of the woman who is supposedly being fucked with the toy and looked like she was really enjoying it. She picked one of the toys off the rack and looked back mainly to see if there were more pictures because she wanted to get an idea about what she was getting into.

She was startled when a woman behind her said hello. She dropped the toy and turned around. The woman was a young black girl dressed in business attire smiling politely. bahis firmaları The girl kneeled down and picked the toy up off the floor and looked at it then looked at Sara. Sara felt her face flush red again and was about to run for the door but the black girl was smiling. With a knowing look in her eyes.

“First time in an adult store?” She asked handing Sara the toy.

Sara simply nodded her head unable to find her voice. The woman introduced herself and told Sara she was one of the workers in the store and if she had anything she wanted to ask she should feel free.

“Everyone masturbates.” She said. “There is nothing wrong with it. However that toy requires a second person most of the time.”

“Oh umm this is a ummm.” Sara babbled. “Its not for me…well I mean it is but not for masturbating.”

The young woman smiled at her as Sara babbled her way through trying to explain that it was not only for her.

“What does your boyfriend like? She asked. “Many men like long and skinny toys.”

“No no I don’t have a boyfriend. I umm I think I have a girlfriend.”

“You think?”

Sara babbled again about how her and Amber had gotten together last night and that she wanted to get her something and surprise her.

“Then you don’t need this.” The woman said taking the toy from Sara and hanging it back on the wall. “I am gay as well and Never once have I enjoyed using sex toys. It’s the same with every one of the girls I have ever fucked.”

She had Sara follow her through the store and over to the lingerie. She looked Sara up and down pulled several items off the rack and led her to the dressing room. Sara walked into the small room and slowly and nervously took off her clothes keeping her bra and panties on and slipped into the first item. It was a light green nightgown made out of silk it felt wrong, something was not right. She peeked her head out of the dressing room and told the woman that she thinks she has it on wrong. The woman kaçak iddaa opened the door just a little and looked her up and down and smiled.

“Its on right hun.” She said. “You don’t need your bra and panties on with that. That’s why it feels odd. Take them off and try again.”

Sara pulled the door closed again and did as the woman said and pulled off her bra and panties and slipped the nightgown again. This time when she slid the Silk over her breasts she shivered as the soft silk rubbed against her nipples. Instantly they were both straining against the fabric. A small moan escaped her as she slid the silk up over her shoulders. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt her pussy tingle as she looked at the sexy woman in front of her. It was hard to believe it was her.

“How is it now ma’am?” The woman asked poking her head in the door.

Sara turned towards her and the woman frowned.

“Well that’s too bad.” She said and Sara instantly covered herself with her shirt. “You said you have a girlfriend right?”

Sara nodded.

“What a shame because if you were single I would be asking you on a date right now.” She reached up and pulled Sara’s shirt away from her and looked her up and down. “That outfit is going to drive your girlfriend wild. You look so sexy.”

Sara blushed again and smiled and began removing the outfit. The woman closed the door. Just by the way the woman looked at her made Sara so very horny and felt the urge to touch her pussy that she could already tell was wet. But she decided to wait till Amber was with her. After she removed the nightgown she looked at the other two and saw one that looked just like the one she just had on only it was blue so she decided not to try that one on.

But there was once that was bright red that looked like it was made out of silk as well and she picked it up and held it against herself and looked in the mirror. She could not tell if she would look good in it or not so she started to kaçak bahis put it on. It looked complicated but was rather easy to put on. Sara looked at herself in the mirror again and as before she was stunned to see the sexy woman looking back at her. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw that there was no crotch in them and she could see her pussy clear as day. And her breasts were covered with a see through mesh and she could see her nipples just below the mesh.

A whistle from the door caught her attention and she turned to see the woman looking at her. She turned so the woman could see her even though there was nothing left to the imagination. The woman at the door bit her lip as she looked her up and down.

“God I love that its so very sexy.” She said. “Looks like both of those things fit like they were made just for you. I’m going to go help other customers and let you get dressed.”

Sara nodded and took it off and got dressed. She decided to get both of the ones she had tried on and was so excited as she headed up to the counter. She could not wait to show Amber and see just how it effected her. She paid for the lingerie and headed back out her car and headed home. The whole time she had to concentrate on driving and not on how horny she was feeling just to get home alive.

She walked through the door carrying the black bag with the lingerie in it and headed to her room. Her mom hollered at her saying that lunch would be ready in a few minutes if she was hungry. She yelled ok and went into her room and closed the door and dumped the lingerie on her bed and tossed the bag in the trash.

She was about to hang them in her closet when her phone rang. Her heart raced when she saw that it was Amber. She answered with a big smile.

“Hi sweetie.” She said and heard Amber giggle on the other end.

“Hi back. I wanted to call and hear your voice.” Amber said softly.

Sara smiled and felt her heart flutter. She knew she was falling in love and it sounded like Amber was falling in love with her as well. At least that’s what she was hoping for. She was just going to have to wait for later to see if Amber was indeed falling in love with her.

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Kevin sighed, checking the time on his phone. It was only 9PM, he still had an hour to go. Kevin was a student worker at the recreation center on his college campus. He generally did mundane and random tasks like checking people in at the front desk or checking out basketballs to whoever wanted them, but this week their main custodian was on vacation and the rest of the staff had to pick up extra cleaning shifts in addition to their normal once a week shifts. It was a Friday night, so it wasn’t particularly busy-college students generally aren’t too focused on working out late at night on the weekend-so he didn’t mind it too much. He had survived the last 2 nights doing it, and he was sure he could do it one more time before he was off for a couple days.

Kevin wasn’t particularly unattractive in any way, but wasn’t exactly a ladies man either: 6 feet tall even, thin, but muscular everywhere he needed to be. He had never had a real girlfriend before, but had hooked up with a few girls and a couple guys as well after parties. He had a very specific type: athletes. This made his job much more fun: when not cleaning he could watch all the people working out, and while cleaning the locker rooms he could get some more compromising glimpses of them too. He generally spent the last hour of his shift cleaning the locker rooms: the center closed at 9, so he would clean the mens locker room first and by the time he was finished there the women’s would be cleared out and he would do it.

Kevin walked up to the front desk to Ben and Katie, the other two workers on duty that night. “I’m about to head into the locker rooms, call me on the radio if you need anything” he said in their direction, to which Ben gave him a thumbs up and returned to flirting with Katie which was all he had done for the rest of their shift. It had been snowing for most of the night so it was especially slow except for the women’s track team that had come in for a group run earlier. Putting on his headphones, he went into the men’s and went to work. He managed to clean the men’s locker room extra fast given that there was no one in it. Pausing the music playing on his phone and hearing no activity or movement from the rest of the building, he knocked on the door to the women’s locker room. No answer. He looked at his phone again, and it was 9:20. Everyone should’ve been out 20 minutes ago. He started his music playing again, and headed in.

The locker rooms were fairly spacious, and really quite easy to clean. The lockers themselves were situated in 4 rows stacked 2 high. The first three rows closest to the entrance had carpeted floors with padded bench seats. The final row, closest to the shower, had a tile floor with a hard tile bench. The cleaning process was pretty simple: mop down the tile portions first, then vacuum the carpet, wipe down the sinks and refill the soap dispensers, and close all the lockers before you leave. He pulled the mop off his cart, and started on the tile. Suddenly, he stopped. One of the lockers had a bag sticking out of it, with a collection of clothing surrounding it. A sports bra, pair of leggings, and some other clothes were what he immediately saw. Immediately he felt his pants get a little tighter. illegal bahis He had found clothes in the locker room before, but was usually working with the full time custodian and couldn’t do anything other than try to hide them under his shirt or turn them in to the lost and found. Since he was working alone, he could do anything he wanted with this treasure trove!

He started with the sports bra, a black Nike model. It was soaked with sweat, still very fresh. He licked the insides of the cups, and they tasted amazing. He threw the bra aside, and picked up the leggings, Nike Pros, his absolute favorite. He licked the material between the legs, which smelled heavenly and tasted even better. Underneath the leggings were a pair of all black Brooks Ghost sneakers with black Adidas ankle socks inside. Kevin knew exactly who they belonged to: her name was Meghan, a beautiful sophomore with shoulder length brunette hair and a perfect figure. He had a couple classes with her, and he always had admired her feet which she loved to show off in sandals during the warmer months. She was a star runner for the track team. Kevin had talked to her before, and she was friendly to him, but their interaction had gone no further. He pulled the socks out and held them up to his face, inhaling their indescribable scent. He couldn’t take it anymore, her socks smelled so good. He unzipped his pants and pulled his 7 inch hard cock out and slipped one of her socks onto it, slowly jerking it. He picked up the shoes and started smelling them, almost cumming right there and then. He slipped one over the sock on his hard cock, and started jerking into it while smelling the other. Suddenly, he heard a scream cut the air over the sound of the song playing on his earphones:

“KEVIN! WHAT are you doing?

Meghan stood over him, steaming mad. “Uh. I. Uh…Meghan. Um…” Kevin couldn’t remember how to put words together. “I want an explanation NOW” she said again, standing over him in nothing but a towel and her Adidas massaging slide sandals.

“Meghan, I’m so sorry. I just…I…” Kevin still couldn’t get words out.

“You’re a little foot perv, aren’t you?” She demanded.

There was no point in lying, as his cock was still in her sock and shoe in his hand. “Y…yes I am”

“What are you even doing in here anyway??”

“Meghan, I swear, I just came in to clean, it’s my night to clean the locker rooms. I didn’t hear anyone in here so I came in. I’m so..s..sorry” He was almost at the point of tears. He was SURE he was going to get fired over this. How could he ever explain it?

Suddenly, his radio came to life. “Desk to Kevin, we heard a noise coming from down the hall, everything ok?” He pulled the radio from his belt. “I’m so sorry, I’ll tell them what happened and you can file a report against me or whatever. You’ll probably want a restraining order. I get it.” He started to move the radio up to his mouth to answer, but Meghan grabbed his arm. “Hang on a minute. Tell them you slipped and you’re ok. I’m not done talking to you yet.” Kevin was confused, but followed orders.

“Yeah, I’m good, there was some water on the floor and I slipped, and it knocked the mop bucket over. I’m good.”

“Alright illegal bahis siteleri good. Hey, there’s no one left, right? We’re going to take off. The overnight crew should be in in like 30 minutes. Have a good weekend buddy!”

Kevin looked at Meghan, who was sitting across the row from him with her right leg crossed over her knee. “Tell them you’re alone.” She ordered, and Kevin did.

“Yeah, it’s just me, if I leave before them I’ll leave the alarm unarmed. Good night guys!” He said, half in simple disbelief of what was going on.

“So it’s just us then?” She said. Kevin nodded.

“Good. Now, why is your cock in my shoe right now?”

Kevin hadn’t even realized he never took it out. “I…um…I love how they smell and how they feel.”

“Do you look at my feet during class too?” Kevin nodded again, getting more red with every question.

“Do you like them?” She asked. Her tone was seemingly starting to get less argumentative. “Y…uh…y…yes, very much” he managed to stammer out. “Interesting. Do you like them now?” He looked down at her feet and sandals. She had recently gotten a pedicure, and her nails were perfectly pink, matching the pink on her otherwise black sandals. “Take my shoe off of you, and let me see how much you like them. And I want you to address me by my name.” “Yes M…Meghan” He said, pulling the shoe and sock off of his throbbing dick. She was clearly enjoying this, having all this power over him. They both knew she could have him fired in the snap of a finger, so he had no choice but to listen. “Good boy. I have a job for you.”

She reached into her locker and pulled out a pair of tall Ugg boots. “It’s too salty outside. Lick them clean. If you do a good job and don’t touch yourself, I’ll give you a reward.” Kevin didn’t hesitate. He started working his tongue all over the right boot, cleaning up every speck of salt he found. Meghan just sat across from him, watching and dangling her sandal from her foot. He finished with the right and switched to the left boot. Meghan got up and pulled a keyring and her phone out of her bag, setting the keys down next to her. “Do you like these sandals Kevin?” He nodded as he continued to lick her boot. “Me too, they’re my favorites. I’ve got 3 pairs. That looks pretty good, here, give me the boots and pull out your phone.” He handed them over and pulled out his phone, seeing that a. his pants were still unzipped and b. it was almost time for him to leave. Meghan picked up her phone and took a picture of her feet and sandals, and told Kevin to wait a minute. “I don’t understand you foot pervs, but whatever gets you off I guess. Since I’ve seen your cock, I guess we should be friends online, yeah?” Kevin wasn’t going to disagree with that. She sent him a friend request, which he accepted, and she sent him the picture in a message. “I want to learn more but I know you have work to do. And I won’t turn you in, don’t worry. I’m sure you can find some pictures of me on there wearing these too!” He didn’t know what to say.

“Now, your reward. You were a good boy for me, so follow me. And you may want to zip up your pants. We’re coming back here though, don’t worry.”

She led canlı bahis siteleri him into the adjacent locker room, which was reserved for athletes. She opened her locker which she shared with two other girls, Anna and Brianna. “Now, you can pick anything out of here you want to finish yourself. I’m going to go back and get dressed while you do your thing. You’ve got 10 minutes before I come back and lock it up again. Have fun!” She turned and walked away, closing the door between locker rooms behind her. His heart raced. Socks, bras, shoes, they were all here! He couldn’t believe she was about to let him do this. He selected a pair of black and pink Asics Gel Kayano 27s which were very worn, and slightly dirty, and he had seen Meghan wear them before. They didn’t have much smell to them, they clearly hadn’t been worn in a while, but they were enough. He stuck his cock in one and started smelling the other, knowing he wouldn’t last long. He jerked his cock inside the shoe, his cock head pushing against the inside of the toe. He felt himself losing control, and he began spurting thick warm cum inside the shoe, cumming more than he ever had before. He just leaned back against the lockers, shoe still on his cock, reflecting on what just happened.

“Good job” Meghan said from the doorway. Kevin never noticed she was standing there. She was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, along with her sandals. She walked over and pulled the shoe off Kevin. “Wow, you really did a number in those. You like my feet and shoes that much?” “Yes Meghan” he said, exhausted. She took the shoes and threw them in her bag, closing the lockers, and putting her bag in one of the comfy chairs by the entrance of the locker room. She said “well, no point in you getting in trouble tonight, let’s get this thing cleaned up, we’ve got about 10 minutes I think.” Together, they finished up the locker room, Kevin put the cleaning cart away, and punched out. Being a gentleman, Kevin walked Meghan to her car. It had finally stopped snowing, but he helped her clean it off. “Look, Meghan, I’m so sorry” He said, still not knowing what to say.

“Don’t worry about it, Kevin. Really. It’s fine. And besides, I think we’re going to have some fun with it.”

She sat down in her car and kicked her sandals off. Pulling the Asics out of her bag, she slipped her bare feet inside them, making sure Kevin saw her wiggle her toes in the one he filled with cum. She then picked up the sandals, handing them to Kevin.

“Take care of them for me this weekend, will you? Let me know if you have fun with them. Talk to you later!” She closed the door and drove off, leaving Kevin standing there in the empty parking lot holding her sandals.

“Wh…what just happened?” he said to himself, as he walked back to his car to head home. He threw the sandals onto his passenger seat and drove back to his apartment. The adrenaline was still flowing through him as he took them into the bathroom, placing them on the counter and pulling his cock out. He jerked out another large cumshot, splattering and covering the black and pink sandals in white liquid. He snapped a picture and sent it to her, and she responded with a winking face emoji, then asked if he was busy Saturday night. He wasn’t, and she invited him to come over to her apartment to hang out. He replied yes, and she replied with a picture of her wearing the Asics.

“What have I gotten myself into?” He thought to himself, but was excited to find out.

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My name is Kassie; I’m 18 and am doing my HSC this year. I have always set very strict goals for myself and force myself to reach them, that’s why this year has been so hard, but it will be worth it.

Now, at my school it is compulsory, during our final year, to take part in a psychological program to monitor student stress levels during the HSC. Once a week we are required to visit the school councillor to discuss “how we are feeling today”. It’s kinda lame if you have no issues to talk about, like me, but it is necessary.

My story takes place on a Friday afternoon. I realised that I hadn’t been for my meeting that week and seeing as it was pouring with rain outside and I didn’t really feel like walking home in it, I stopped in and asked if it was alright to do it now.

“Of corse Kassie” Mr Mackenzie replied “My door is always open”. He’s always full of those cheesy clichés, you get used to it.

I walked in, shutting the door behind me, as was the usual procedure, although there wasn’t much need as the school was already deserted even with the rain outside. I sat down on the couch under the window; Mr Mackenzie’s office was always very comfortable.

“I was wondering where you’d been this week Kassie.” Mr Mackenzie also had a way of saying your name a lot at the end of his sentences, I don’t know why…

“I’m real sorry Mr Mac, I’ve been totally swamped.”

“That’s too bad Kassie.”

We continued on like this for a while just discussing homework, teachers, classes, tests… until he sat down beside me on the couch, quite close to me actually. My body went on alert at the invasion, however slight and unintended it might be, of my personal space.

We talked like this for a while longer until he placed his hand on my leg. Just below the hem of my skirt. He continued to talk as his hand slid up my leg higher and higher under my skirt. Every place his hand touched became alive as he got closer and closer to my increasingly wet pussy.

Now Mr Mackenzie isn’t bad to look at. I’d guess early 30’s, but I’d never thought I’d be turned on like this over a teacher, but I figured, why not? There was no one around and I was interested as to where this might lead.

He began to stroke my pussy through my panties, pink lace in case you were wondering, and he’d stopped talking now.

I caught my breath as he pushed aside my panties and plunged illegal bahis one thick finger into my now steaming cunt. He worked it in and out faster and faster, adding another then another as I sat there letting it all happen. He began to undo my school shirt, button by button until he had revealed my heaving bosom, encased in a matching pink bra. He quickly removed that also, exposing my breasts in full. He massaged them with his free hand whilst continuing to finger my twat. Soon he started getting rougher. Pulling and twisting my nipples until I cried out. He bent down kissing and licking my breast before sucking hard on my delicate rosebuds occasionally biting down on them. He removed his hands then removed his pants, undoing his fly to reveal his hard-on. He quickly directed my head to his crotch. I instinctively opened my mouth and slid my lips down his long shaft until I felt it hit the back of my throat. With his hand on the back of my head, and with a fistful of my hair I continued to swallow his cock deep-throating him as far as I could before he began to groan deeply and I could sense him go stiff just as he released his hot jizz down my throat and into my belly.

Without missing a beat he pulled me off him and led me to his desk. He lifted me onto it kneeling before me, lifting my skirt and removing my panties with his teeth. Suddenly I felt his hot breath on my pussy as he started to lick it. My head swam as his talented tongue plunged inside me then started playing with my clit. I was breathing heavily, about to go over the edge when, much to my dismay and discomfort he removed his wonderful tongue.

“Oh god, don’t stop!” I pleaded him, “Fuck me!”

Without a word he pulled me down, stripped me of my remaining clothing, turned me around and bent me over his desk.

“Do it now!” I screamed at him and he slammed his entire length into me at once. I cried out but he took no notice of me after that. He just continued to thrust his big cock into me again and again. The pleasure mixed with the pain was intoxicating and I moaned loudly as he pushed me over the edge into an earth shattering orgasm.

It was a few moments before I realised that we were not alone.

I went white with fright when I realised that my history teacher was standing at the door with his dick getting hard in his hand watching as Mr Mackenzie continued to pound my young pussy. illegal bahis siteleri He walked over to us his eyes wandering over my naked body.

“Right on time John,” Mr Mackenzie groaned “just getting her warmed up.” With that he pulled out of me and ordered me to open my mouth. I didn’t move.

“Open your FUCKING mouth bitch!” he groaned, slapping my face hard. I opened up and took another load into my belly.

“Good girl,” he breathed turning away from me to Mr Hayes. “Fucking great cunt.”

Mr Hayes walked over too me running his hand over my exposed flesh. Lingering over my breasts before tracing down to my pussy. He brushed his fingers over my mound and pushed them between my lips into the warm depths beyond. I tried to pull away unsure as to just what was going on but he pushed me down holding me while he explored my most private areas. He slipped more of his fingers inside me, stretching my cunt.

Suddenly Mr Mackenzie’s fresh hard on was before my eyes being pushed against my lips again.

“Open wide Kassie dear, daddy’s got a treat for you.”

“Oh God please Mr Ma…..” but before I could finish he shoved it into my mouth.

I was filled with fear, suddenly this entire situation had been taken completely out of my control. I was at their mercy, and I knew I would do what ever they wanted me to.

I took Mr Mackenzie’s cock into my mouth again sucking it hard and fast.

“That’s a girl,” he smiled as I continued to swallow him down.

Mr Hayes continues playing with my twat until I began moaning with pleasure grinding my pussy onto his hand. I groaned as my mind and body exploded into an orgasm. As I recovered I realised that Mr Hayes and Mr Mackenzie had stripped their remaining clothes and Mr Hayes was preparing to enter my steaming cunt.

“Oh God! Please no!” I pleaded with him.

“Now Kassie it’s only fair that John gets a go too,” Mr Mackenzie said dismissing my feelings and concerns. With that Mr Hayes began to force his way into me. It was only then that I realised just how big he was, my pussy stretched to accommodate him causing a pain I had never known to bring tears to my eyes.

“No, No please… it’s too big… please stop! Please STOP!” I screamed as he continued pushing his way in not satisfied until his balls slapped against me. He held himself there for a moment not moving until I began canlı bahis siteleri to squirm beneath him his size was unbearable but his lack of motion was even worse. I begged him to move but he would not, and did not until I begged him to fuck me.

“Oh God, just fuck me Mr Hayes! Please use your cock and fuck me hard!”

With that he began to pound his enormous dick into me again and again violently slamming my body against the desk.

Mr Mackenzie shoved his cock into my mouth again and I sucked it hungrily down my throat until he was gasping and groaning with pleasure. Mr Hayes quickly changed our positions so that I was now on top riding his cock for all I was worth. Mr Mackenzie stood behind me caressing my arse telling me what a whore I was.

“You’re such a filthy little slut aren’t you Kassie? Your enjoying John’s cock there aren’t you?” he reached around and began to play with my tits pulling my nipples causing me to moan, “see Kassie you’re no more than a common whore now, and now I’m going to show you just how much fun it can be.” With that he pushed me flat on top of Mr Hayes and pushed one thick finger into my arse. Lost in the heat of it all I simply moaned like the wonton tramp I had become while riding Mr Hayes. Mr Mackenzie continued to work my arse but before long I felt the head of his cock begin to push its way in.

inch by inch he forced it further down my back passage until he was completely in. I had never believed I could feel that way in my life. I was so full of cock and loved every bit of it. I moaned like a whore for more as my two teachers set themselves in a rhythm. Mr Hayes molested my tits with his mouth and hands and Mr Mackenzie spanked my arse harder and harder.

“You fucking filthy bitch Kassie” Mr Mackenzie panted as he and Mr Hayes used my young body “you fucking little whore, your enjoying this so much aren’t you?”

“YES!” I screamed, “Oh shit! Oh God! Fuck me oh harder please harder I need your cocks,” I begged them “that’s it oh fuck yes, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me harder, oh god make me cum, I need it please, spank my arse, oh god, oh, oh shit, uhn, uhn, uhn, uhhhhhhhhhn!”

I came harder than I had ever cum in my life, my body shaking with it but still they continued. I came over and over again until finally they released themselves into me. My body ached so full of their cum it poured out of me.

“Thank you Miss Williams” Mr Hayes said “You should join us at the next staff meeting I think you’d enjoy it” with that he and Mr Mackenzie left me to clean my self up and make my way home.

“Maybe I will,” I said to the empty room, “Maybe I will.”

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I wrote this story a few years back, but never published it on this site before.

There is also a follow up story, which I will also post.

*****

This story is about Keri, she just turned 18 was still attending high school. Poor Keri hadn’t had much luck in her young life. Her grandparents al died before she was born and her parents died in a car crash when she was only 4. Her uncle and his wife took her in. Then her uncle died in a plane crash when she was 6. Aunt Helen was her only Family left.

Helen sold most of their farmland to a neighbour, but kept the land closest to the farm and she started and organic vegetable business. It was a lot of work, so Keri spent a lot of time on her own once she got home from school.

Down the road from their property was a small clothing factory. Unfortunately the business was almost going under. Old Mr. & Mrs. Robertson had to fire the dozen people working for them. They still had a few clients left, which they manufactured for themselves.

At one point they had asked Keri if she would like to come work for them on Saturdays. Keri had always loved fashion so she gladly accepted the job. She started off by sweeping floors and packing orders, but after a few months the Robertsons started to teach her how to use the machines and actually make clothes.

Helen was always busy on the farm and after dinner she usually went to bed pretty early. Keri had a computer in her room and would usually stay up late surfing the web for new fashion ideas. She had already made herself a few outfits from leftover materials at the factory.

This one night she came across a piece on the influence of punk on modern day culture. One of the examples where some pictures of heavily tattooed and pierced ‘Suicide girls’. Keri was intrigued by the whole look of these women and started googling them.

The more time she spent looking at pictures of them, the more she knew she wanted to be like them. But getting a tattoo would be totally out of the question, let alone piercings like the stretched earlobes most of the girls had. Keri remembered asking Helen about getting her ears pierced a few years ago, but Helen wouldn’t have it.

I may not get away with stretched earlobes or any other facial piercings, but what about something that nobody can see? Keri started to research DIY piercing as she had decided to pierce her own nipples. She found a big needle at work and took some alcohol and bandages from the first-aid box. Now all she needed was some jewellery.

She found an on-line store that sold rock band t-shirts and all kinds of gothic clothing including piercing jewellery. She cunningly ordered a Nirvana t-shirt and some barbells. This way if the package arrived when Helen happened to be around, she had the t-shirt as a cover story.

The next day the package arrived. Helen was still out in the fields, so the cover plan wasn’t even needed. She opened the box and stared at the jewellery. She was really going to do this! She got all wet thinking about it.

She went into the kitchen to get some ice and the first-aid kit. Once back in her room, she locked the door behind her and looked at the clock. She had about an hour and a half before Helen was coming home, so she quickly got everything ready.

She used the alcohol to clean everything and the ice to get her nipples hard. Although they were already pretty hard from the excitement. She put a cork on one side of her left nipple and placed the needle on the other end. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and pushed the needle straight though. It hurt like hell, but once she looked down at her illegal bahis breast with needle poking through it, so got such a rush that most of the pain quickly went away. She managed to get the barbell through the hole that was made by the needle. It had started to bleed a little, so she but a band aid over it.

Now she had to do the right nipple. It was a little harder as now she knew how much it would hurt, but she did it anyway. In just 10 minutes she was done and she felt great. It was like she had transformed from the little girl into a very sexy woman. Just as she was putting the first aid kit back in the cupboard, Helen came in to the house.

“Are you alright honey?” She asked.

“No I’m not feeling so well” she lied.

“I think I’ll take an aspirin and go to bed early.”

“Okay honey, I hope you feel better tomorrow.”

Keri went into her room and started to masturbate. Her nipples where to sore to touch, but her pussy got a real workout. She came quickly as the heath had been building up in her body all day. She fell asleep soon after that.

She woke up pretty early the next morning, as she has rolled over in her sleep onto her sore nipples. She took the band aids of and cleaned them with cotton wool and some alcohol. It stung a bit, but she knew that it had to be done to avoid infection.

After about 2 weeks her nipples where no longer sore and she would masturbate as often as she could, mostly by playing with her nipples.

A few months after she had pierced her nipples, the novelty had kind of worn of. Some of the women she had seen online had double pierced nipples and a few even had heave gauge jewellery through their nipples. Apparently they had started off with the same kind of piercing that Keri had, but then had stretched them out by slowly increasing the size of the jewellery they wore.

Keri knew that she wanted to stretch her nipple piercings, but where was she going to get the bigger jewellery from? Ordering on-line was too big of a risk, what if Helen was to intercept her package.

Keri remembered that her uncle was into DIY and had a workshop in one of the barns. Nobody had been in the workshop since her uncle had died, everything was covered in dust. She managed to pry the door open and started to look for something she could use as jewellery.

She found a lot of jars full of nails in all kinds of sizes. Some of them were only slightly thicker than the barbells she had in her nipples. They were a bit rusty, but Keri managed to get the shiny again with some sandpaper she had found.

She removed one of the barbells from her nipple and tried to push the nail through the hole. It was really tight and stretching her nipple, but when she used some spit as lube the nail finally went through. She repeated the process on her other nipple and put her clothes back on.

On the way back into the house it became obvious that the points of the nails where kind of sharp and would prick into her boobs or her clothes. Keri fixed this by putting a small piece of cork on the tip of each nail. Her cleavage now had to pieces of cork floating in it. She quickly changed into a top with a less revealing neckline.

Every moment she could, she would play with her nipples. Moving the nails back and forth, stretching the holes in the process. After a week she went back into the barn and got some bigger nails. 3 months later and she had already stretched the holes in her nipples to 4mm (6 gauge)! She had to get creative and use and angle grinder to grind down the long nails into something a lot shorter that she was able to hide in her bra.

By now illegal bahis siteleri the summer vacation was almost coming up and the Robertsons had asked her if she could help out in the clothes factory during her vacation. They proposed a rather unusual work schedule of working from Friday until Monday morning. This way they could go out of town during the week, to look after their son’s kids. Keri didn’t mind, as long as she could earn some extra money. It also meant that she had most of the week free, more time to masturbate!

She had started to use a cucumber as a dildo. The weather was good for the crop and each week the cucumbers got bigger and bigger!

Keri used some of her earnings to get a quicker internet connection. Claiming that she needed it for school work. But it really was so she could look at porn videos whilst she masturbated.

Most of the girls in the videos she liked had a pierced clit and some even had a few rings through their labia. Keri started to fantasize about getting a piercing down there. Especially as she had run out of suitable material to stretch the holes in her nipples.

When she came into work the next Friday, the Robertsons told her that they had managed to secure a big order. So big that they actually had bought some new tools. One of the new tools was an air-pressure-powered shoelace eyelet gun. The coats they had to make where designed with a row of these eyelets along a panel on the sleeves. Purely decorational, but cool looking none the less.

Before they used to punch the eyelets in with a hand tool, this new machine meant that they could work a lot faster and more constantly. You could pre-set the amount of pressure it would work at, thus controlling the depth of the eyelet. Keri quickly got the hang of the new machine and spent the rest of the day punching eyelets into jackets.

When she got home she quickly had dinner and then excused herself, claiming that she was tired. Of course she didn’t go to bed, she started up her computer to watch porn again.

She was pleased to find a new suicide girl on the website, this girl had a lot of tattoos and piercings. But the most striking thing where the piercings in her labia. They weren’t the normal barbelled rings, but actual holes with jewellery in them that looked a lot like the eyelets she had been putting into fabric all day!

As soon as she saw them, Keri started to masturbate furiously and she came like she never had done before. She knew she had to have them.

The next day at work it was hard to concentrate. Luckily she had to do another task today, but she kept glancing over at the eyelet machine. She needed to figure out a way she could be alone with that tool.

During lunch she asked the Robertsons if she could lock-up late on Monday, so she could use the sowing machine to make a dress for herself.

“Of course dear, as a matter of fact I think it’s about time we gave you a key to the place so you can use it wherever you like.” Result!

Come Monday Keri was fully prepared. In her bag where supplies for the afternoon: band aids, alcohol and a numbing creme she had bought at the grocery store/pharmacy.

The creme was supposed to have a numbing effect on bruised skin. She had already applied it to her labia before she went to work and it sure worked. Her vagina kinds felt like it was a sleep.

At 11 o’clock she went to the bathroom and put some more of the stuff on her lower lips. She couldn’t wait until the Robertsons had left. They finally did shortly after 1 o’clock.

Keri watched as their car drove off in the distance and then locked the canlı bahis siteleri door. She quickly stripped naked and got out all of her supplies. She picked some stainless eyelets from storage and setup the machine so it would leave about 6mm (1/4 inch) between the flanges of the eyelet.

She then used a pen to mark 4 evenly spaced spots on each of her pussy lips. She sat on the floor with her legs spread and she put a small piece of wood in her mouth. That way she had something to bite on, should the pain become too much.

The machine was loaded with the 2 pieces that soon would cut through her flesh and fuse together into 1 eyelet. This was it, no way back! Keri line up the tool with the first mark, took a deep breath and pressed the trigger.

A sharp pain went through her body, damn it hurt. But the end result looked so sexy, that she soon forgot about the pain.

“Better get the rest done quickly before I chicken out.”

Within 2 minutes Keri had 8 stainless eyelets in her pussy. She cleaned everything with the alcohol she had brought. Amazingly there was hardly any blood.

She put on her dress, no panties this time and made her way home. An icepack helped to numb the pain and should prevent any swelling.

The next few days it really hurt when she moved, so she stayed in bed for most of the time. She told her aunt Helen she had the flu. She was so busy with her vegetables, that she didn’t notice what was really going on with her little niece.

All the time she spent in bed, was also spent on-line. During her research into eyelets she came across another method of making them.

They would start with a piece of metal pipe and the used 2 specially shaped cones in a press to fold the edges of the pipe over into the flanges of the eyelet. Keri remembered that she had seen some small gauge stainless steel pipes in her late uncle’s workshop.

Once she felt a bit better, she went into the barn and found the pipes and even some of drill bits that might have the right shape to press the edges. She quickly cut of a small piece of tube and clamped the tube plus the bits in a vice. She slowly closed the vice further and low and behold, the edges of the tube bent over into perfect flanges!

Keri experimented with a few different lengths of tube, in order to figure out the right size to end up with a snug fitting eyelet in her nipples.

She took her top of and lubed up the first but of pipe. It went into the hole in her nipple pretty easy and Keri the aligned everything in the vice. It was kind of hard to turn the vices handle with one of her nipples in the vice, but she managed to fold the edges of the pipe over. She now had a 5mm eyelet in her right nipple!

Whilst she just had started to slowly tighten the vice on her other nipple, something unexpected happened.

The door went open and Helen walked into the workshop.

“O my god, what are you doing!”

Keri freaked out, she was stuck with her nipple in the vice and she had just been sprung by her aunt! She tried to hide what she was doing, but it was too late.

She figured she’d finish what she had started and the quickly get her nipple out of the vice. She didn’t know what to expect from Helen, but she feared the worst.

Rather surprisingly Helen seemed to be intrigued by Keri’s nipples.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what possessed me to do this.”

“It’s alright dear” she said, “I think you look beautiful!”

Keri was gob smacked, Helen wasn’t angry!?!??

All of a sudden Helen ripped of her blouse and bra to reveal her pierced breasts.

“I wonder if we can stretch mine just like yours?”

Keri decided it was time to show her decorated pussy to her aunt and stripped completely naked.

“Oh my dear, it looks like we are going to have some fun together” said Helen as she moved her mouth towards Keri’s left nipple.

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Hi everyone. I’m a long time reader, first time writer. I have been mulling over story ideas for a long time and this one seemed the one to share. I’m my own editor so please be gentle on spelling or grammar errors. I also appreciate any constructive criticism or comments. I hope you enjoy. No sex this time. I’m working on a part two though!

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She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, even as the squashed up, red-faced, pumpkin that he first cradled within moments of her birth. She was tiny, with only the slightest orange peach fuzz covering her head. That girl could scream though. Her first cries after the cord was cut made a few windows in the delivery room rattle and everyone winced or moved to cover their ears.

“Aria… My baby Aria” He said, cradling the squalling infant as the doctors moved to take care of her mother. “It’s okay, Daddy has you now and he will always be there for you.” Aria opened her eyes for the briefest of moments and looked up at her daddy, seeing his face calmed her to her first sleep.

… 18 Years Later …

Skin pale and smooth as white marble, with fiery crimson hair in a sassy pixie cut, and sparkling emeralds in each eye. Aria took well after her Irish heritage in looks if not in mannerisms. A face that could better be described as cute more than beautiful. A button nose and dimples in both cheeks frame thin but well shaped lips. Her teeth were straight and pearly white, years of braces and strict dentists had taught her the joys of oral hygiene.

Aria is an active girl. She plays tennis and jogs illegal bahis every morning but she still has the delicious curves of a young woman who hasn’t quite finished growing. Lovely rounded thighs leading to a luscious bottom, curving around her hint of a belly and up to her firm and supple breasts. She turns side to side as she examines her figure in the full length mirror in her bedroom. It’s her birthday and she can’t decide what to wear for when she goes out for the special dinner her daddy planned.

The dinners started about five years ago, when her mother passed away. She had been sick for a long time and she held out as long as she could. She didn’t make it to see her baby graduate and in fact, died not hours before her daughter would turn 13. Aria and Daddy were sad for a long time but they tried to treat Mommy’s death as her release from her pain, and decided to do a special dinner both in tribute to her memory, and to celebrate the life she brought into the world.

Aria rooted through her closet, dressed only in a pair of white cotton panties that gripped her hips and young pussy tightly. They were her favorite pair and just worn down enough that you can see the hint of her delicate lower lips and the darker red of her trimmed pubic hair. She liked them because the subtle pressure they put on her girl parts made her tingle all over. When she is really excited the wet spot she leaves makes her sexy bits visible through the normally conservative underwear and she feels so naughty thinking how men might react when they see how sluttly she is. Or rather, how slutty illegal bahis siteleri she wishes she could be.

You see at the tender age of eighteen, Aria was still a virgin and had never so much as held a boy’s hand. Her daddy was very strict and sent her to an all girl’s school where she had limited contact with males of any age other than her daddy. This frustrated her but she did understand that Daddy was just doing what her thought was best for her, like he’s always done. Aria loved her daddy with all her heart, and maybe a bit more than that.

It’s said that a girl’s first love is her father. He is supposed to set the example of an ideal mate and shows her what she should expect of men. In most girls this is a strong infatuation that fades in time as young women find potential mates closer to their own age. But when the only example you have is your own father, sometimes that infatuation can run deeper… darker. Aria has had sexy thoughts about her Daddy before. Having his strong arms lifting her up onto the kitchen counter as he kisses his way down her neck… It was not rare for her to wake up in the middle of the night soaking in sweat and her own delicious juices. Thankfully she does her own laundry so Daddy doesn’t smell how dirty his baby girl is!

“Yes! That’s the perfect outfit!” Aria exclaimed. She had picked out a pair of fishnet black stockings that went up to mid thigh, attached to a lacy black garter that she had bought online to make her feel all grown up. She covered her torso with a deep blue dress that highlighted her bright hair canlı bahis siteleri and gorgeous skin, it showed enough cleave to draw the eyes of those near but was still tasteful. Daddy didn’t raise a harlot after all! A sudden breeze flowed through the room and drew her pale rosy nipples to tight peaks. “Daddy must have turned on the AC. Better dress quickly.. She thought, gathering her things and turning away from the closet. She saw out of the corner of her eye that her door was open, and that must have been the source of the breeze.

‘Odd. I was sure I closed it.’ Aria thought as she turned to face the door and fully exposing her nubile for full on. A brief surge of movement was just barely visible as, unbeknownst to her, Aria had been watched. “Daddy?” she calls out softly. But there is no reply. ‘Was Daddy watching me get dressed? Why would he do that, I’m old enough to dress myself.’ A sudden warmth flooded her pretty kitty as her clit tingled and swelled, Someone knew why Daddy was watching his princess dress, but Aria was too naive to fully grasp why she suddenly felt the need to touch her girl parts.

Down the hall, her daddy closed the door to his bedroom hoping that his baby hadn’t see him spying on her barely legal form. It had been years since he felt the touch of a woman and his baby was still the most beautiful person he had seen. Now he was seeing her in a new light and a deep shame was pushed aside by his need to feel the insides of her virgin pussy. He leaned back against his closed door and swiftly took care of the throbbing erection his daughter had spawned… climaxing as quietly as possible into a stolen pair of Aria’s panties, shoulders sagging in relief as he sated his forbidden urges. He didn’t know how he was going to get through the whole day with his innocent child… when he knew he must have her.

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