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About two years ago I placed an ad on Craigslist. The ad was placed in the casual encounters section. The ad was asking if someone would let me masturbate in front of them. I asked in the ad that the woman be willing to wear high heels and let me look at their legs while I masturbate.

I’m an attractive man. I’m about 6’1″. I have a good body. I’m fit and I work out frequently. I also have a fetish. I like women in high heels. It’s one of those things that really turns me on.

I posted my ad on a Sunday evening. I received a few responses but nothing stood out. Monday afternoon I received a response from a woman who sent me a picture of her legs in thigh highs. In her email she said she was married but was neglected at home.

We sent a few emails back and forth. She asked me what I wanted from the encounter. We both wanted it to be more on the anonymous side. We agreed not to share names. I told her exactly what I wanted from the meeting. I told her I wanted to meet. I wanted her to wear some sexy high heels and I wanted to masturbate in front of her as I looked at her in her heels.

I explained to her that I have a fetish for women in high heels. She asked me why. I tried to explain that I wasn’t sure why. All I really know is that it turns me on. When I see a woman at work, or in the store, or anywhere, if he is wearing sexy heels, it turns me on. I told her I love heels in the bedroom. She asked me lots of questions about my fetish. I was worried I might scare her off. In real life, it’s not that easy to tell a woman about this fetish, but online, I could speak more freely.

I asked her what she wanted from the encounter. She said her main thing was to feel wanted. She said being married she didn’t want to have sex, just looking and flirting. She had mixed feelings on cheating. Escort Bayan She said her husband was emotionally abusive and she was trapped in the marriage. She said he made a good salary and she didn’t want to leave that lifestyle because of her kids. She said she was a trophy wife. She didn’t work, and loved to shop. She said he was having an affair. She told me she had a closet full of heels and loved wearing them. She understood that men found them sexy on a woman.

We agreed we might be a good fit. She told me she was nervous to meet. I suggested meeting first just to say hi. I suggested a coffee shop. She liked that idea and then asked me if I were free at that very moment. It was 4 o’clock in the afternoon. I told her I could meet.

I left my work and headed over to Starbucks. She told me she was blonde, wearing a black pencil skirt and driving a white Lexus.

I got to Starbucks and waited outside of my car looking for a white Lexus. She pulled up and I walked over to her car. She got out of her car and she was very attractive. We said hi to each other and talked for a moment next to her car. She had on a nice top and a mid thigh tight black pencil skirt. She had on 6 inch black high heels.

She joked around asking me if I liked her heels. I said I did. She then asked if I wanted to go in to Starbucks and get a cup of coffee or if I wanted to skip the coffee and go back to her house.

I paused when she asked. I was very turned on by her but wasn’t expecting for things to happen that fast. She explained that her kids were being picked up after school by their grandparents and her husband was out of town on business. She said it was rare for her to have the house all to herself. She said if there was ever a good time to do anything, this was the time.

We got Bayan Escort in her car and went to her house. She lived only a few minutes away from the Starbucks we met at.

We entered her house and she offered me a something to drink. She was very polite. I told her I’d like a glass of water.

She got me a glass of water and asked me to follow her to her bedroom. I happily followed. She walked over to her nightstand and turned on some music. She then told me she would like to do as little talking as possible and just enjoy looking at each other.

She took my hand and lead me to the end of her bed. She then sat down on the end of her bed. I was standing a few feet away from her.

She was sitting on the edge of her bed, her legs crossed. She then started unbuttoning her top. Her top was a grey blouse. As she unbuttoned it I could see a black bra underneath. She unbuttoned it all the way down to the skirt. She was making a lot of eye contact with me as she did this.

I unbuttoned my dress shirt and took it off. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. She watched me strip off all my clothes. I took off everything. I was then standing completely nude in front of her. My cock was hard.

After I undressed she continued undressing. As she did I started stroking my cock while watching her. She stood up and removed her blouse. She then unzipped her pencil skirt and let it fall to the ground. She had on a pair of black thigh highs and a black thong under her skirt.

She then adjusted her thigh highs by pulling them up a little on each leg. She then sat back down on the end of the bed. She crossed her legs and seduced me with her movements. She made sure to admire her legs as she crossed them slowly and extended the one on top showing off her heels. She adjusted her Escort thigh highs again.

I watched her every move. Her legs were amazing. I was so hard and touching myself was getting me close to the point of cumming.

She uncrossed her leg, bit her bottom lip as looking me in the eyes, and put her hand between her legs. She sat upright as she started rubbing her clit over her thong. She started moaning as she rubbed more and more.

She then leaned back on the bed and put one heel up on the bed as the other leg hung down. She then put her hand under her panties and she started fingering her pussy.

I kept stoking my cock as I watched her on the bed. She sat back up and took off her bra. Her boobs were about a c cup. She had a very good body. She watched me as I looked over her body. She then stood up and slid her thong down. She sat back down on the bed.

She asked me to step closer. I stepped closer and she crossed her legs and with the leg on top, she extended it rubbing her heel against my leg. She rubbed up and down on the inside of my leg with her heel. I kept stroking my cock as she did this.

She then laid back on her bed. She uncrossed her legs and started fingering herself. She started moaning. She then said she was cumming. I watched her have an orgasm in front of me as she laid on her bed.

She sat up and told me to get down on my knees in front of her. I got on my knees right at her feet. She seductively crossed and uncrossed he legs making sure to show off her heels and thigh highs. I started stroking my cock again. She pushed her heel out as it touched my inner thigh. She worked her heel up to my cock. I stopped touching myself as she rubbed the side of her heel against my hard cock. I then reached up and felt her leg. I gently rubbed her calf as she continued to rub my cock with her heels. She then told me she wanted me to cum on her legs and heels. I grabbed my cock and in two strokes I sprayed cum up on her thigh highs and black heels.

We got dressed and I left without ever knowing her name.

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Friday morning Sam planned to go to Irvine to buy her remaining books and scout out her classrooms, but she remembered the promise she’d made to Beth to talk to Angela. It was only the two of them at breakfast since Rich and Arden had gone surfing together, but she still put the topic off until the end of the meal.

“Um, Angela” she didn’t know why, but she suddenly felt like she was asking her parents for the key to the car. “I was wondering if it would be okay if I had Beth over tomorrow. In the house, I mean, and by the pool.”

“I don’t see why not. We don’t have any special plans. I’ll just have to warn everyone to cover up.” As usual neither of them was clothed.

“Oh, that’s not a problem. I told Beth about the nudist thing and she was cool with it.”

Angela gave her a closed look. “Did you?”

Sam got a sinking feeling in her gut that she’d just stepped in something.

“You do remember the confidentiality agreement you signed? What happens in this house, stays in this house.”

Oh shit, Sam thought. She did remember the agreement, but she’d never really thought of it applying to Beth, not in her own mind. But of course Angela hadn’t written in a best friend exception. “I’m really sorry. I only told her that one thing, and she’s cool, she would never spread something like that around.”

“Are you sure about that?”

Something in Angela’s look told Sam to think carefully before replying. Would Beth gossip? No, she wouldn’t, she was sure of it. Neither would her boyfriend Garret. Beth would kill him if he did. Not that there was anyone to tell really. Most of their mutual friends had graduated and moved on with their lives, but just as a matter of principle Beth had always respected Sam’s confidences. When Sam answered it was in a firm tone. “Yes, I’m sure. If I tell her something private it stays that way. She’s a loyal friend and I trust her.”

Angela smiled. “Good. That’s what I wanted to hear. I trust your judgment. You’ve proven yourself to be reliable and sensible. If you vouch for Beth then that’s good enough for me.”

Relief washed through Sam and she felt like she’d just passed a pop quiz.

“I think Beth mentioned a boyfriend when she was last here.”

“Yeah, Garret. He’s a good guy. He might like to come too, if that’s all right.”

“By all means. I don’t get the feeling that Beth would put up with someone who wasn’t a good guy.”

That was true, Sam thought.

“And you said they wanted to try nudism?”

“Beth does. Garret might be a little shy. But if I know Beth she’ll find a way to convince him.”

“Good,” Angela said. “Talk to Keiko about the menu. We’ll make a party of it.”

Sam was thrilled. She missed her friend, but more than anything she wanted someone to get a glimpse of her new life, to share it with someone who knew her before all the monumental changes that had occurred in the last two weeks.

Sam gathered up dishes to take into Keiko. Letting her do some clearing up was a concession the young chef had made to letting Sam help. In the kitchen Keiko was sitting at the bar, looking out the window and finishing the last of the veggie omelet she had made for breakfast.

“It drives me crazy that you do that.” Sam said, loading plates into the dishwasher.

“Do what?”

“Eat in here.” She gestured to where Keiko was sitting, “By yourself.”

Keiko shrugged. “My little quirk.”

Sam turned to her and sighed, “Yeah, but why? I mean I know chefs aren’t supposed to eat with their customers, but they don’t usually sleep with them either.” It came out a little harsher sounding than she’d intended, but it got the other woman’s attention.

Keiko put down her fork and finished chewing her last bite of egg. “You may have noticed that I don’t maintain a lot of personal boundaries. I don’t wear clothes, I’ve had sex with everyone in the house, and I feed you all with milk from my body. So, if I want to maintain a little personal space and a sense of professional pride when it comes to my cooking, then I think that’s my prerogative.”

Sam’s face fell and she felt terrible. It had been bugging her that her new lover wouldn’t share meals with her most of the time. She’d been taking it personally. But she never stopped to consider that Keiko’s ‘quirk’ was based on feelings that were every bit as valid as her own. “I’m sorry,” she said. “You’re totally right. All the things you do for us—”

“Are things that I want to do.” Keiko interrupted. “Don’t misunderstand me. I’m not a martyr. I do what I want to do, and pretty much only what I want to do. And, for the most part, I don’t ever do anything I don’t want to do. Not many people can say that.”

Sam didn’t know how to reply to that. She stood in the kitchen looking lost.

Keiko smiled and got off her stool. “Come here.” She held out her arms and Sam immediately came forward to give her a tight hug.

“I’m sorry.” Sam said again.

Keiko pulled back and stood on tiptoe to give Sam a quick kiss on the lips. “Don’t worry about it. One of the drawbacks of living by your own rules is that not everyone else understands them.” She stepped all the way out of the embrace. “Now, did I overhear something Escort Bayan about a party?”

“Yeah, my friend Beth and probably her boyfriend Garret. Angela and Rich, of course. I don’t know about Arden . . .” Sam paused, then blurted out. “Keiko, did I do something wrong?”

“What? Sweetie, I said I forgive you—”

“No, with Arden.” Sam added, flustered.

“Why do you say that?”

“Ever since last Sunday, ever since we were . . . together, I’ve barely seen him. He stays gone all the time. Is he avoiding me? Did I do something to make him mad?”

“Ah, that.” Keiko sighed. “Arden can be very mature and worldly for his age and then sometimes he does something to remind you that he’s a nineteen-year-old guy. I think this is his idea of being gallant.”

Sam didn’t get it. “What does that mean?”

“It means that he knows I like you, and he knows you like him—”

“Have I been that obvious?” Sam interrupted.

Keiko shook her head. “No, Arden’s just aware of the effect he has on women. Partly vanity, but also mostly true. He’s been ‘standing aside’ I think is how he’d see it. Staying out of the way so you and I could get to know each other. Sweet, but—”

“Totally egotistical and condescending.” Sam fumed.

“Yeah, that,” Keiko agreed. “Like I said, he means well, but he’s still a kid in some ways, and pretty full of himself.”

Sam frowned. She was angry that Arden had ended up making her feel bad for something he was doing intentionally. She was also astonished at his level of cockiness. But then she had to ask herself. Would she feel as strongly about Keiko if he had been competing for her attention all week? She thought so, but couldn’t be a hundred percent sure. Mostly, she was angry that he hadn’t let her find out for herself. She didn’t like being manipulated.

“When I see him, I’ll tell him he can take his charm and good looks and shove them up his—”

Keiko laughed. “Yeah, I’ve wanted to wring his neck once or twice myself. But don’t be too hard on him. He really does love me, and thought he was doing me a favor. A fucked-up favor. But still a favor.”

“Did you know what he was doing?”

Keiko had the good grace to look embarrassed. “Not at first, but by the middle of the week it was pretty obvious he was staying scarce. I’ll admit, I really did want you to myself. Just for a little while. Kind of takes back some of my ‘no jealously, no possessiveness’ stuff doesn’t it? Sorry. I hope you don’t think I’m a total hypocrite.”

Sam narrowed her eyes and had a moment of being angry at Keiko too, but it didn’t last. Then it was her turn to hold out her arms to the other woman. “I forgive you.” They shared another warm embrace, and then Sam stepped back. “Actually, it’s kind of a relief. It lets me know you’re human, and not some super-evolved being that’s above all the petty emotions that the rest of us have to deal with.”

The two women parted and took up the familiar tasks of cleaning up the kitchen from breakfast. After a few minutes of comfortable quiet Sam said, “There’s another thing I need to talk to you about.”

Keiko finished rinsing a cutting board, put it on the drying rack and wiped her hands on a towel, turning her attention to Sam.

“Beth has been my best friend pretty much since I moved to California. I don’t normally keep many secrets from her, but lately I’ve had a lot of them.”

Keiko nodded and waited for Sam to continue.

“I told her about the nudist thing, and she’s into it. She wants to try it herself tomorrow.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah, it is. She is. I’m not ready to tell her about the milk though. I’m too afraid it will freak her out.”

Keiko nodded again. “Understandable. I’m pretty careful about who I tell, too.”

“Right, so the thing I’m having trouble with is what to tell her about us. You and me. I mean I know we had the whole ‘not your girlfriend’ talk, but I’m not sure how to explain it to Beth.”

“Why not just tell her the truth?” Keiko said it mater-of-factly and Sam was relieved that the conversation didn’t seem to be making her upset.

“Because the truth is complicated. Look, Beth is a great girl, she’s my best friend and I love her. But we all have flaws and one of her biggest is that she’s nosey. Really nosey. I’m afraid that unless I keep it simple she’s going to keep grilling me until I say more than I’m ready to, or I’ll have to tell her an outright lie. Which I don’t like doing, and she’ll probably see through it anyway.”

“Ah,” said Keiko. “I see the problem. So you want me to what, pretend I’m your girlfriend?”

“Well you kind of are, aren’t you? I mean not a traditional, monogamous, were-going-to-get-gay-married-and-have-babies-someday girlfriend. But we said we love each other, right?” There was pleading in her voice at the end that Sam hadn’t intended, but couldn’t prevent.

Keiko chuckled, but there was warmth in it. “Traditionally gay-married? Isn’t it a little soon for that? So, you think me being your nudist girlfriend will be simple enough for Beth?”

“Yeah, even that isn’t simple,” Sam admitted. “But Beth isn’t homophobic, she’s bi-sexual herself, I think. She’ll be surprised, but Bayan Escort I think it’s something she can wrap her head around.”

“It’s still a lie you know, at least partly.”

“I know,” Sam sighed. “But I’m not ready to tell her the whole truth and I don’t think I could pull off the alternative. Pretending that we don’t have a relationship. I like being with you, and I want my best friend to know it.” As soon as she said it out loud, she knew it was true.

Keiko smiled and gave Sam another hug. She looked up and said, “Fine, I’ll pretend to be your traditional gay girlfriend. Just remember, I expect real diamonds in my engagement ring, none of that cubic zirconium crap.”

“Anything for you,” Sam said bending to give the smaller woman a long, deep kiss.

***

The Paule Merage School of Business was one of the more uninspired buildings on UC Irvine’s otherwise picturesque campus. Sam sighed. The window-lined, rectangular concrete box was where she would be having nearly all her classes, and after the phenomenal sense of freedom she’d been experiencing over the last couple of weeks, the thought of being cooped up inside the ponderous looking structure for hours at a time seemed particularly daunting. But she was determined to make the most of her educational opportunities and that meant being prepared. So, class schedule in hand, she scouted the building to figure out where she had to be and when.

Once she felt she was reasonably well oriented, Sam went in search of the bookstore. There was a steady bustle of activity around the dorms as students began to move in for the semester, but the campus was otherwise fairly quiet. She followed signs and the map she’d gotten with her registration packet and made her way to the student center where the bookstore was located. She noticed a few appreciative glances from some of the young guys she passed. She was wearing another of Keiko’s flimsy summer dresses. Her friend had tried to get her to wear it without a bra, but she still wasn’t ready for that much attention. She’d compromised and done without the panties. Of course, she would have preferred not to wear anything at all. The sun was bright and she felt a trickle of sweat forming between her shoulder blades as she walked through the wide park-like space in the center of campus. She spotted a couple playing Frisbee and though about how much more sense it would make if they simply shed their clothes.

Sam found the student center and the bookstore, which was crowded with people. It was odd, but at the ripe old age of twenty two, the incoming freshman looked like kids to her. As she made her way down the crowded rows to find her books, only two of them, since everything else had been available on-line, she realized it was not just age that set her apart. Living with Angela and the rest felt like living in another country, another reality even, like she had found her way to Neverland and Keiko was her lactating, nudist Peter Pan. She laughed out loud at that bizarre image, and got a few odd looks. She ignored them, found what she needed and hurried up to the front to get in line. She was anxious to get back home.

An hour later, Sam was in the pool doing laps, the warm water gliding over her bare skin. After she got out and toweled off, she texted Beth to let her know that she and Garret were invited for Saturday. She also asked her to call and confirm when she got the chance. Then she lay back in the lounger, closed her eyes and thought about staying a Lost Boy, or Girl, forever.

Saturday morning Sam awoke with unexpected butterflies in her stomach. She had spoken with Beth the night before and made plans for her and Garret to come over at one in the afternoon. Beth had been excited and so was Sam, but she didn’t realize until that moment how nervous she was to have her friend see her new life.

Sam tied her hair back in a loose pony tail and made her way downstairs. She’d let herself sleep past breakfast and found Keiko doing the last of the morning dishes.

“Hey sleepyhead.” Keiko called when she saw Sam. It was only about eight-thirty, but for the early rising household, that was late. “You want breakfast? I can fry you an egg or make a smoothie.”

“A smoothie would be great.” She still felt a thrill knowing it would be made from Keiko’s milk. It was definitely a fetish, she decided.

She tossed a towel onto a stool and sat down while Keiko retrieved ingredients from the fridge. After drinking her breakfast, Sam hung out with her lover as the darker woman busied herself around the kitchen. The young chef was meticulous about having everything in the kitchen spotless after each meal. When that was done, Keiko started to assemble her gear for her nine AM pump. Sam watched and licked her lips in anticipation as a wicked thought formed. She waited until the pump whirred to life and the milk started to flow, then she stood up and turned her friend to face her with gentle, but insistent hands on the other woman’s legs.

“Let me help you with that,” she said as she knelt down and coaxed Keiko’s knees apart.

Sam was still a novice at oral sex on a woman, but her technique was more than up to the task. She had Keiko Escort calling out her name in minutes, and the little jars filled in record time. Afterward, Sam leaned into her lover and gave her a kiss with well moistened lips.

“Mmmm,” purred Keiko. “Let me put my stuff away and we can go upstairs for your turn.”

Sam was tempted, she was definitely horny, but she was antsy too. “I’m too keyed up to really relax and enjoy it. Can I have a rain check?”

Keiko gave her a languid smile. “Keep doing what you just did, and you can have anything you want.”

Sam grinned and gave her another kiss. “I’m going out to the pool. A few laps might calm me down.”

Keiko nodded and started putting away her pumping supplies while Sam headed for the sliding doors. As she slipped out of the house she tried to identify why she was so on edge. It was clearly about Beth’s visit. She was excited about it, but worried too. Her biggest concern was about Beth’s reaction to nudism. Her friend liked to talk big, but Sam remembered how terrified she’d been that first time stripping down in front of Keiko in the kitchen. She was worried about Garret too, although she had to admit, she was looking forward to seeing him naked. The boy was too pretty for his own good.

She dropped her towel on a chair and dove into the deep end, doing her usual morning laps. It had only been a little more than a week, but she was already starting to feel stronger in the water, and quickly fell into a rhythm. She pushed herself to go up and down one more time than usual and then rolled onto her back and let herself float. The exercise helped clear her mind and she was able to get in touch with the rest of her concerns.

She really wanted Beth to like Keiko, she realized. Beth had never been a jealous or possessive friend, and had tried her best to be nice to Dean, Sam’s college boyfriend, even though it was clear she didn’t like him. Beth never said anything bad about him, at least until he made a pass at her, but it was still painful to Sam for her best friend not to like the person she was dating. She didn’t want that to be the case with Keiko. In fact, she wanted Beth to like everyone in the house and for everyone to like her.

Of course, with the exception of Arden, they’d all met Beth and gotten along. But she wanted them to do more than get along. In some ways the people in the house felt like her new family, and she wanted Beth to approve. That was it. The heart of her anxiety. She’d dived into this strange, new world of milk, and nudism, and wild sex and she wanted someone to tell her it was okay. She was loving every minute of it, but a little voice inside her head—one that sounded suspiciously like her mother—still warned her that she was being a bad girl, a pervert, and she was being taken advantage of by a bunch of sex maniacs. She might not be telling Beth everything, but if her friend came and joined her in just part of her new lifestyle, she thought it would go a long ways toward making her feel like what she was doing was okay.

Sam was getting out of the pool and drying off when Keiko came out to join her, holding a can of sun screen in her hand.

“Forget something? It would be a shame to get burned so early in the day”

Sam let Keiko spray her down and rub in the thin lotion, then the two of them laid back on loungers by the pool.

“So Arden said he’d definitely be here this afternoon?” He was out surfing already and Sam had missed him.

“Yes. He told you so last night and I reminded him again this morning. And we had a little talk about the ‘favor’ he was doing me. He apologized, and I think you can count on him today, just to prove he was sincere.”

Sam had mixed feelings about that. “I don’t want him to come out of obligation, if he doesn’t want to be here—”

Keiko interrupted her with a sigh. “He wants to be here. He likes hanging out with you, and he wants to meet your friends. He totally admitted it when I confronted him. He thought he was helping me out and saw it as a noble sacrifice on his part. Trust me, you’ll probably have trouble getting rid of him now.”

“I doubt that. School starts Monday, and we’re both going to be busy. Plus he’s moving back on campus right?”

“Yeah, and waiting until the last minute as usual. Don’t be surprised if we get recruited to help him move in tomorrow. Still, he managed to find plenty of time to drop by last year. With you here I have a feeling he’ll get homesick even more often.”

Sam smiled. “We’ll see about that.”

***

It was nearly one o’clock as Sam made her way downstairs. The time had passed quickly. She’d offered to help Keiko get ready for lunch, but the pretty brunette had insisted there wasn’t much to do and had talked her into going upstairs for her “rain check” instead. The orgasm helped her relax even more than the swim had. Later, she’d showered and now she was getting dressed. Beth had said she’d be fine if everyone greeted her naked, but Sam remembered appreciating a chance to acclimatize. She’d asked Angela about it the night before and she’d agreed. So, she borrowed another of Keiko’s dresses, deep green fabric with a plunging neckline and a short hem. She’d have to go shopping soon and get some of her own, as it was a style she was growing fond of. She’d debated about underwear, but finally decided that Beth could handle the no-bra look, and that it would be a good way to start out, without being too shocking.

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Happily married and faithful for 20 years, Tania was plagued by a forbidden desire. A chance meeting with the charming Doctor Love was one of many temptations. Two years later she has her first appointment seeking his help. The discreet and convenient service of the Practice finally overcame the ethical barrier, satisfying an intimate and consuming need. Sometimes good girls need naughty fun as long as nobody gets hurt.

It feels a little naughty being so excited about my doctor. He’s handsome for an older man, maybe 15 years and quite charming. Immaculately groomed and dressed, Doctor Love looks quite fit and toned under his lovely three-piece suit. I’m feeling so comfortable with him and never been so relaxed at a doctor’s appointment. I felt relieved and excited discussing my intimate secret as I sat opposite him in his suite, melting into the luxurious couch. I was also enjoying his gorgeous smile and a trickle of arousal.

‘I recommend some sexual therapy sessions. It will help,’ he suggested without the slightest hint of anything inappropriate.

Doctor Love’s proposal caught me off guard. I searched his warm sensual eyes looking for a rational explanation. ‘You want to have sex with me?’ I calmly clarified, an eyebrow curiously raised.

Not that the thought hadn’t often entertained my mind since the first time we met. ‘It’s sexual therapy. You can cease it whenever you like,’ he explained, his soft and confident tone making it sound so plausible.

I gazed around the suite stealing some time contemplating the situation. It was wrong yet right for so many reasons. Why did my doctor have to be so damn attractive? I’m married but was it really cheating if it’s sexual therapy? It was shamelessly immoral and illicit but that was part of the attraction. When was I going to get another opportunity? I knew attending the Practice would be convenient and discreet. My moral dilemma was suddenly becoming a blur as my pussy throbbed and my gaze returned to those warm sensual eyes.

Ethical considerations were cast aside and I went with what my body desired. ‘Okay. There’s just two things I’d like,’ sounding remarkably composed.

His heart-melting smile left me feeling light-headed. ‘Yes . . .?’ Doctor Love encouraged.

I arched my back and stretched as a warm tingling sensation rippled down my spine. ‘Can we have the sexual therapy now?’ I smiled, combing my fingers through my shoulder-length black curly hair.

The trickle of arousal was becoming a flood. My heart began to race in anticipation of something I’d fantasied about but never imagined I’d ever do. Taboo thoughts of straying with another man had haunted me for most of my 20-year marriage. It was more of a tormenting, festering urge I couldn’t scratch that I’d endured for far too long. I was desperate to satisfy a burning need, and possibly my marriage. I love Graham and don’t want him or the kids to get hurt. The Practice and the charming Doctor Love seemed the perfect answer.

The slow soft smile that filled his face was the confirmation I’d hoped for. ‘I don’t have another appointment until this evening.’

I could imagine him charming his way into any Guest’s panties. ‘Another satisfied Guest?’ I teasingly grinned, displaying a suppressed wicked side of me.

‘There was something else?’ He simply replied, his professional demeaner making me smile.

‘I was a good girl when I married and been faithful since, Doctor Love. But even good girls need some very . . . naughty fun,’ I said in a sultry voice, then moistening my lips as I felt my nipples tightening.

Doctor Love paused and I felt the heat of his gaze over my body, taking in every feminine curve. ‘I’m sure you’ll find the therapy very . . . beneficial,’ he finally replied.

I smiled to myself recalling the previous time we met. It was about two years ago in my store, Memory Lane on Queens Parade. How could I forget? His charm and handsome looks fuelled another temptation to be unfaithful. I didn’t. I never have. There could have been opportunities. I’ve noticed how men look at me. I saw that look in Doctor Love’s eyes that day. I’m still an attractive woman at 45 with my Latina complexion, naturally black curly hair and shapely figure. I just couldn’t do it. Too much was at stake.

Doctor Love and his new Practice manager, Maddisyn, were restoring a double story terrace building in the exclusive Park Crescent area. It was going to be a boutique medical centre for women who were known as Guests. They purchased quite a lot of period furniture, fittings and furnishings. It sounded so lovely and I’d often driven passed the building. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I’d be attending the Practice for my wicked craving for infidelity. It was exciting see inside the Practice and how wonderful their purchases looked.

Doctor Love extended his hand and the expectation of what was unfolding set every nerve end alight. ‘Shale we move through to the bedroom?’ His lips curling into a gorgeous, sensual smile.

‘A Bostancı Escort bedroom?’ I softly laughed, taking his hand. I shouldn’t have been surprised, the Practice providing one surprise after another.

Doctor Love’s suite is lovely but not where I imagined we’d have sex. The room has high ornate ceilings with decorative cornices that are throughout the building. The chandelier suspended from a rosette is gorgeous. A white marble fireplace with a mirror above is flanked on either side by matching couches with soft cushions I recognised from my store. There’s also the lovely table lamps he purchased that added to the intimate atmosphere. The antique desk was the most expensive purchase and looked wonderful in the suite.

We walked through a lovely decorative archway and entered the bedroom. ‘What a gorgeous room,’ I gasped wide-eyed, a throbbing wet heat between my legs and nipples pushing into my bra.

We moved in front of an ornate marble fireplace with a large mirror that I recognised suspended above. I tingled with goose bumps as soon as Doctor Love’s warm hand found the middle of my back. My eyes roamed the exquisitely furnished room. A magnificent king-sized bed and its luxurious bedspread attracting most of my attention with the images of what Guests were enjoying filling my mind. The matching bedside lamps Maddisyn particularly liked suited the intimate décor wonderfully.

‘There’s an ensuite through here,’ Doctor Love smiled, left feeling bereft at the loss of his touch when he indicated a door off the bedroom.

I moved towards the bed and trailed my fingers over the sumptuous bedspread before turning to meet his gaze. ‘Just give me a few minutes to get ready,’ I smiled, trying to keep the longing out of my voice.

The ensuite is just as stunning. I found a roll-top bath and double shower with the antique brass fittings from my store. The white period dressing table with a large mirror was another purchase. Obviously with a Guest’s needs in mind, I was amazed at the assortment of cosmetics provided. Pretty lace curtains are at the window and the fragrance of fresh flowers was lovely. I slipped out of my clothing and put on a white cotton bath robe that felt luxurious against my dark olive skin.

Sitting at the mirror and touching up my hair and makeup, my moist pussy throbbed at the thought of having sex with someone I hardly knew. It was too good to be true. I was desperate to satisfy the curiosity that had raged within me for so long. I didn’t know it at the time but Doctor Love’s counselling helped me realise I missed out on something before I married, something that being married couldn’t satisfy. I’d never seen another man’s cock let alone had the pleasure of one. That’s why Doctor Love recommended sexual therapy.

I returned to the bedroom and Doctor Love was sitting on one of the two antique chairs upholstered in dark blue velvet, almost naked and placing his socks in his shoes. I bit my lower lip and sighed as my eyes slowly ran over his body. He looked incredibly fit and toned for his age with a slender stomach and lightly defined chest with a fine covering of grey hair. My mouth suddenly felt dry and my breath stalled as I noticed the bulge in his shorts.

I raised my gaze to his and our eyes locked. ‘I’ve never been with another man,’ nervously stumbling over my words with my wedding night nerves relived.

Doctor Love stood and my heart skipped a beat as he stepped towards me. ‘Then it will be special for both of us,’ he answered, his lips curling into a reassuring smile.

I felt excited and nervous at the same time. He was my doctor but I’d never had the chance to be so intimate with any other man. Doctor Love loosened the belt around my waist and eased the gown off my shoulders, letting it fall in a puddle on the floor behind me. I stood before him naked, surrendering my flawless almond tinted body to his roaming gaze and burning with a need. A sexual need that only another man could satisfy. He moved closer and placed a hand on my hip and back and I melted slightly into his embrace.

Doctor Love pulled me close. ‘Mmmm,’ I sighed, feeling comforted by the warmth and softness of his body and aroused at the harness of his cock.

Doctor Love’s smooth warm hand glided up the side of my cheek, combing through my black curls. He held my gaze as his soft moist lips met mine. A tingling sensation surged through me with that first illicit touch. His body heat soon engulfed me as he gripped me more passionately in his arms. The warmth of his lips and the softness of a caressing hand over my dark warm skin sent a shiver through my body. Our kiss deepened and I moaned into Doctor Love’s mouth, slipping a hand down to his hips.

My heart was racing and my hand trembled with nervous curiosity as it burrowed inside Doctor Love’s shorts, his swollen cock twitching with my long slender fingers around the sensitive flesh. He moaned into our kiss as l caressed his cock, feeling its hardness and size before Erenköy Escort lightly squeezing his balls. I loved the sensation of his cock swelling in my grip and amazingly growing larger as it throbbed against my palm. Bigger I thought, comparing him to Graham.

Finally breaking our kiss, I felt his aroused breath on my cheek as I caressed his cock. ‘I bet I could have some naughty fun with that,’ I whispered in his ear before dropping to my knees.

I held Doctor Love’s gaze as I brushed loose hair from my face, tucking it behind my ears. ‘What have you got for me Doctor Love?’ I teased, licking my lips at the thought of someone else’s cock in my mouth.

I pulled his shorts over his hips and playfully shrieked as his erection sprang up almost striking me in the face. I captured his cock and licked and sucked at the head of Doctor Love’s erection before taking more and more of his cock into my mouth. God, it tasted wickedly good. My head started bobbing up and down as I sucked causing my hair to fall free, occasionally running my tongue over his tip and gazing up at his contented look.

I knelt back on my calves and ankles and raised my dark lust filled eyes to Doctor Love. ‘Give it to me,’ I moaned around his cock, saliva drooling over my lips.

Doctor Love combed his fingers through my hair before gripping the curly locks and thrusting his cock deep into my mouth. He loudly moaned and cried out in pleasure while pulling my mouth back and forth on his erection. Adrenaline surged through my veins at hearing how wonderful and excited I was making him feel. I’d never experienced such a passionate and excitable lover. He thrust into me with a ravenous need with the wet sound of oral sex filling the room.

I sensed Doctor Love was close and cupped his balls in my hand, gripping tightly. ‘Oh yeah. That’s done it!’ He loudly gasped.

I felt his ball bag started to contract upwards and then the sensation of his balls pulsating against my teasing fingertips. Suddenly he stopped thrusting. His erection throbbed against my lips and with my cheeks bulging with cock, he exploded and shot his load.

Without even muttering a word, I slid my sealed mouth off his cock and quickly made my way to the ensuite. I’ve never been a swallower. I spat into the hand basin and washed out my mouth and splashed my face with water. I gazed into the mirror bent over the basin thinking about the cock I’d just sucked. Someone other than Graham’s cock had come in my mouth. Not just any man, my doctor’s cock and I had a taste for more.

‘Oh god,’ I lamented. Why did I make him come so soon? Graham would be rolling over to fall asleep.

Suddenly that other man’s reflection was in the mirror and his soft hand was on my hip. ‘Everything okay?’ His gaze showing genuine concern.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and before I even thought what to say, I disappointingly sighed. ‘Is that all then?’

Doctor Love wrapped his arms around my waist and chest and I childishly laughed and giggled as he suddenly spun me around and bent me over the dressing table. Not in my wildest fantasy could I have pictured being in this position when I sold it to him. I purred as he lent over me, loving his weight and soft warm body moulding to mine. I smiled feeling his rock-hard cock straining against my backside.

My tanned breasts were pressed into the white table top and his mouth was at my ear. ‘What else would you like?’ He teased.

‘Come on Doctor Love. You know what I want. Make me a naughty girl,’ I teasingly challenged, holding his gaze in the dressing table mirror.

Doctor Love moved off me and suddenly gave a playful slap to the cheek of my ass. ‘Open those legs, naughty girl.’

The surge of adrenaline overwhelmed me. I’d never been spanked, never. ‘Oh yeah,’ I moaned, spreading my legs.

‘You liked that?’ He teased, his hand caressing the tingling skin.

‘Mmmm . . .,’ I purred encouragingly.

Doctor Love slapped my ass again, the perfect balance of pleasure and pain. ‘Ooh yeah!’ I moaned even louder, flinging my head back as a hot glow surged through my body.

My heart raced with the touch of his fingertips parting my darkened soft folds. ‘Oh god, oh god, oh god!’ I gasped sharply at the sudden fullness as Doctor Love worked his cock into my intimate opening.

It was the moment I’d dreamt about. Longed for. Feeling another man’s cock inside me. For the second time in my life I worried whether it would fit!

‘Uh, uh, uh,’ I whimpered adjusting to the size of his cock as he slowly pushed deep into the sensitive internal flesh.

Doctor Love wrapped his arms around me. My breasts filled his soft pale hands and his thumbs caressed my dark cherry buds as he stroked, slow and smooth with the tightness of my pussy easing as my juices flowed. The wet slick sound of sex soon pleasured our ears as his thrusts increased in rhythm, delivering more and more pleasure as the cosmetic bottles on the table rattled and Göztepe Escort chimed.

My eyelids felt heavy, fluttering closed as I rolled my lower lip in and bit down. ‘I love what you’re doing to me,’ I softly moaned.

My clit was begging for attention, a pulsing beacon as my hand drifted mindlessly down and between my legs. Fingertips soon discovered Doctor Love’s thrusting cock, coating them with the slick juice of my arousal before teasing my sensitive bud with a circling caress.

My fingers became more frantic, strumming to satisfy a raging need. ‘Are you going to cum for me?’ Doctor Love moaned, thrusting harder and torturing my nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

I lifted my dark brown eyes to my face in the mirror. My hair was a mess. Black curls strewn about my face, plastered in a coating of water, saliva and glistening perspiration. I had the look of a desperate women straining towards an orgasm. I could see the effort on Doctor Love’s face and felt it between my legs. His toned fair thighs slapped against me, the sound and hammering flesh adding to the sensation.

‘Don’t stop. Please, I’m almost there,’ I gasped at his reflection.

Suddenly my body seized and convulsed wildly as I climaxed around Doctor Love’s cock, my loud gluteal groan reverberating around the lovely room with its brilliant white walls and pretty furniture. I threw me head back and gasped at the small chandelier suspended from the decorative ceiling rosette, my stomach still trembling and panting for breath. The scent of wild sex blending with the fragrance of fresh flowers. I slumped forward on the pristine white dressing table, a perspiring lifeless heap and surrendered a deep moan of satisfaction as Doctor Love withdrew.

‘Are you okay?’ He softly asked, the warmth and caring in his voice comforting.

‘Oh god yes. Just give me a minute to recover,’ I gasped standing up.

I laughed as Doctor Love took me in his arms, lifting me up and supporting my head with an arm. With the other beneath my legs, he carried me to the bedroom as I gazed at those warm sensual eyes. He gently placed me down on the bed. Doctor Love lay next to me, embracing me tenderly in his arms and I felt my thumping heart settle as we cooled down. My body felt weak but contented. His fingertips glided over my skin while whispered how much he enjoyed our lovemaking. It was such a lovely moment.

He opened my legs with his thigh and pressed it against my slick wet pussy. ‘It was wonderful,’ I sighed enjoying the afterglow of sex while rocking my hips against his firm smooth skin.

There was that gorgeous smile again. I’d just made love with another man. My doctor and the most sensational wild sex. There was something primitively naughty about being taken roughly and watching him pleasure me, bent over the dressing table. Sex had become predictable and boringly routine. This was different and exciting. Those sensual eyes traversed the curves of my body then his hand followed, his fingertips tracing the same path before tenderly lifting a breast to his mouth.

‘Ooh yes,’ I moaned as Doctor Love’s tongue circled the dark nugget before gasping as he capturing the sensitive bud with his lips. I felt my pussy moisten. I wanted more, sliding more urgently along his toned pale thigh.

I rolled onto my back and opened my bent legs, blessed with a complexion never leaving me embarrassed about tanning lines. My mind began to race and my heart pounded as I offered my pussy to someone other than my husband. In a moment of rational thought, I felt relief at being freshly shaven and with a neatly trimmed black thatch that greeted his gaze.

I teased each nipple with a fingertip while gazing longingly at Doctor Love. ‘Please make love to me some more.’

Doctor Love rose to his knees and placed his hands on my thighs, lowered his mouth to place tender kisses along an inside thigh. He delicately sucked at the coloured skin and progressively parted my legs as I sighed and softly moaned. My breathing quickened in anticipation, inwardly urging his lips to move faster and closer.

I felt a bead of wet arousal seeping from me as his mouth approached my mound. ‘Oh god yeah,’ I gasped, my chest rising and falling with deep aroused breaths.

I love it when Graham eats me out. Doctor Love took it to a new level of pleasure. He soon had me purring like a kitten, making love to my pussy with his mouth. A shiver rippled up my spine as his lips parted my intimate opening, exposing the swollen and pink moist flesh. I sighed and softly moaned as his tongue lapped and caressed, combing my fingers through his short grey hair as he worked his magic.

I gasped as his mouth suddenly widened, sucking in my intimate lips and his tongue lashing at my clit. ‘Uh, uh, uh,’ I panted, back arched and my backside writhing into the soft and luxurious bedspread.

He held my hips firm, his mouth sucking at the sensitive chocolate bud and tongue lapping up the juices seeping from my soft brown folds. I felt his frantic and aroused breath between my legs and the sounds of feasting stirred the air. Another urgent need was building. I wrapping my legs around Doctor Love’s head, locking my fingers in his hair and moaned in ecstasy as his eager tongue worked me to climax.

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The icy air of winter blew quickly into Boston this year, and those of us who usually walk to work are forced to shell out the extra two bucks to take the train. At rush hour, we’re packed in like sardines, our additional layers making bodily contact unavoidable. This particular day, as I wait for the Green Line to take me home, I can feel the wind biting through my scarf. I feel invigorated, rather than disheartened. It makes me hungry for something, but I can’t quite put my finger on what. Part of me wishes I had a man waiting for me to jump back home. I would walk into the house and he would rip off my coat and scarf and two shirts and pants and tights and….I am wearing an awful lot of clothing today. It’s amazing how I can feel so horny and sexed up when I must look like a mini Michelin man.

The T finally pulls up, and it is packed to capacity with people attempting to avoid the cold. Being of small stature I manage to sneak my way past crowds of people further into the train so that I can hold on to the back of a seat, the high bars are just beyond my reach. People continue to push in until the doors close and I can feel a warm body flush against my back. In the darkness of early evening, the wide windows of the train are like mirrors and I try to get a good look at the tall gentleman standing behind me. Everyone is touching someone else, we’re cramped and groping for things to hold on to, but I think deep down, we all appreciate the closeness because it helps to warm us more quickly. I am lucky today; the man grabbing the bar above my head is handsome, or at least appears handsome above is scarf which is wrapped tightly around his mouth.

I make eye contact in the window when the train lurches and his body bumps into mine, pushing me against the seat in front of me. His eyes seem apologetic, but the motion and the contact have made me hornier than ever. Anadolu Yakası Escort While our faces are still connected I lean back a little and let my ass rub back and forth against him ever so slightly. The motion is so small that it could be an accident caused by the movement of the train, but I can tell that he understands. The man knows it wasn’t an accident. I can see him glance around at the other passengers, but everyone is so busy and bundled and packed that no one notices two strangers moving more closely together. I push back a little harder this time, careful not to knock the poor guy down. We stare at each other’s reflections in the window, and a desire to be groped and grabbed and fucked by this man suddenly hits me. I breathe a little faster when he shifts his feet, forcing his groin into my backside. I am pinned between the train’s seat and this excited man, and all I want to do is rip our clothes off and buck like wild animals. His eyes let me know he’s thinking the same thing, and we attempt to hump and rub discreetly as the train continues on its course.

Having worn tights under my pants, my clit has been stimulated all day, and our slight movements are driving me mad. My mind races with scenarios and possibilities. Through our layers of clothing I can only imagine his cock getting hard, but in my mind, it’s there and it’s ready to penetrate my dripping pussy. I catch myself before I moan out loud at the thought. I think I’ve managed to brush the right spot because when I glance back at him, his eyes have fluttered shut and then opened with a look of hunger that wants to eat me alive. The train jerks and we’re thrown together once more. All this touching and rubbing triggers a fantasy I wish I could act out. In my mind the train is filled with people, all as horny as my stranger and I, all ready to undress and hump wildly. In excitement, Bostancı Escort my stranger pushes me up against the window, standing behind me, forcing me to feel his hardness through our clothes. He opens his coat and loosens his belt so that I can feel the pulse of his cock fighting to be free. I drop my coat to the floor and allow him to grab my tits. I feel the need for release, for bodily connection without strings attached. I turn my head, my mouth open, my breath quickening, and I can see the other couples ripping each other’s clothes off and grinding with abandon. It’s a mobile orgy, and the train driver would be happily riding along, not stopping until we’d all cum.

My tall stranger grabs for my shoulder and whips me around to face him. I look down at his dick still straining against his pants, and I fall to my knees. I free his cock and quickly swallow its length into my warm, wet mouth. It’s as though I’ve been thirsty my whole life and am only now discovering what I had truly been thirsting for. He moans in pleasure, his scarf has fallen and can no longer muffle the sounds. I am licking and sucking and pumping my mouth and hands with enthusiasm, moaning in my own satisfaction as his cock stiffens even more. He has to grab my head and pull my mouth to his before I can make him cum; he’s not ready just yet. I lean back against the window and open my legs. In haste, my stranger rips my tights open at the crotch to find I am panty-less. His face is between my legs and he breathes in the hot smell of my wet pussy before diving in with his mouth. I shudder and moan as his tongue flicks against my already agitated clit. Having been turned on for most of the day, I cum hard and fast, filling his mouth with my juices as he sucks and flicks relentlessly. We are each fulfilling primal needs in each other that have been dormant for far too long.

My Erenköy Escort stranger stands suddenly and throws me around to face the window again. He balances with one leg up on a seat and penetrates me with his throbbing dick. My pussy is dripping and he slides in easily. Slowly at first but growing faster every second, the stranger thrusts his cock in and out of my pussy, fucking me. It is hot, frustrated, animalistic fucking. I reach down to rub my clit, screaming for more while he pounds me from behind. I can faintly hear the moans and screams of those around us; they are nearing their climaxes too. The windows of the train are foggy and dripping. The stranger has lifted my shirt and my naked breasts are pressed against the wet glass. Traffic is a blur as I near release, and I can’t bring myself to care that everyone we pass is witness to this orgy. My tall stranger continues to fuck my hot pussy, and when he cums, it is swift and powerful. I too am climaxing from his big cock and my sensitive clit and just as quickly I am jolted back into reality. My bundled stranger is still pressed against my back, one arm grasping the bar above my head. I shudder slightly and I can see in his eyes that he is hornier than ever and smirking slightly. I realize I have moaned allowed and reached back for his ass. I meet his gaze again, and it is clear that our imaginations have been intertwined because we are both flushed and panting slightly. An elderly woman makes a clucking noise with her tongue indicating that we were not nearly as discreet as we thought. I consider asking him home with me, but instead I stay silent. He gets off at his stop, patting me on the head gently as he leaves. The train finally reaches my destination. I am still shuddering with pleasure and anticipation of the fantasy session I will be having in the privacy of my apartment. I rush home and within twenty minutes, I’ve cum harder than ever before. It’s a good thing I didn’t take that stranger home. It’s a dangerous game to mess around with strangers, but it’s even more dangerous to risk the power of your imagination to the probable disappointment of the real thing.

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It was spring semester of my senior year, and things were pretty much on cruise control. I had been dating my girlfriend Kelly for almost a year now and things were going great for us, although we hadn’t settled yet on our plans for after graduation. We were both leaning toward separate grad schools within an hour of each other, though, so that wasn’t a stresser on our relationship.

My housemates loved Kelly. Classes were going great (having cleared all the highest hurdles before now). I had even made a new friend, at this late date, in my Tuesday evening night class. Matt was also a senior, who had transferred here last year; in fact, he had a Monday night class with Kelly, so the three of us fell into a habit of going out for beers on Monday or Tuesday evenings.

It was on one such evening in an off-campus pizza parlor that Matt got inside my head. It was after the Tuesday night class that Matt and I shared; but Kelly had joined us. She sat beside me in the booth in the dimly-lit restaurant, eating pizza, sipping beer, laughing as we made jokes about our professors. After a while, though, she excused herself, because she had an early class the following morning.

She kissed me on the cheek, and then left; and we both watched her walk away, her blonde hair gently bobbing, and the hip pockets of her jeans rising and falling oh-so-perfectly with each step. I heard myself sigh.

“Your girlfriend is something else,” Matt said. I agreed, enthusiastically.

“No, I mean it,” he continued. “She’s really probably the prettiest girl on the whole campus.”

I felt my heart swell. Yeah, I think so; but it’s always rewarding to hear someone else say so.

“So, you know,” he said, “I’ll bet you can’t believe how lucky you are.”

That kind of dropped me in my tracks. He picked up his mug and took a long, slow sip, never breaking eye contact with me. Yeah, he was right; but it was kind of weird hearing someone say it out loud.

“You kind of remind me of my friend Nate,” he continued.

Huh. I cleared my throat, and asked him to tell me about his friend Nate.

He smiled and settled back in the booth. “Yeah, well, Nate was like you in a lot of ways. Smart as a whip. Good guy. He was dating a gorgeous girl, too. In fact, her name was Kellie, too, but Kellie with an ie.”

I sat back on my side of the booth, intrigued but unsettled. I listened as he told me his story. About how Nate was really, really interested in hearing how much Matt appreciated how pretty Kellie was. Weird. How Nate volunteered that he had pictures of Kellie, naked.

This was before the internet, before digital cameras. I was surprised, stunned, inexplicably aroused. Nate must have had a polaroid camera. I didn’t have one, and I couldn’t imagine my Kelly letting me take pictures of her if I had had one. But I found the story mesmerizing.

He told me how Nate had almost eagerly offered him the chance to look at these pictures. So weird. This wasn’t like me at all. Was it? How he had at first declined. But then, a week later, had gone over to Nate’s apartment and taken him up on his offer.

I started feeling squeamish. I looked across the table at my friend, seeing him for the first time as a rival for my girlfriend’s attention. Damn. He was an attractive enough guy. Bigger than me; not so much taller, but certainly with broader shoulders, a stronger chest. I looked at his hands on the table between us. I suddenly had an image of thumb-wrestling with him. With him quickly, easily pinning my thumb down beneath his, chortling as he did so.

I think we both realized at the same moment that I had been silent for a very long time.

“So, that’s how I got started fucking my friends’ girlfriends.”

I could feel my eyes getting wider. “Started?” I thought. “GirlFRIENDS, plural?”

He grinned at me. “Oh, yeah. It’s become something of a hobby. An obsession, really.” He paused.

“You want me to fuck Kelly, don’t you,” he stated. It wasn’t a question.

My mouth went dry. But I shook my head. “No.”

“No?” he smiled. “I don’t believe you.”

“I mean, yeah, this whole conversation has been really … hot,” I stammered. “But, seriously, that’s just not my thing.”

He leaned back in the booth and smiled. “Except it’s going to be all you can think about tonight. And tomorrow.”

I gulped and realized he was right. I was already picturing my precious girlfriend, on her back, looking up at Matt with her blue eyes wide and her lips parted. Her white peasant blouse and her bra pushed up under her chin, while one of his strong hands cupped one soft, B-cup breast, rolling her pale pink nipple between his fingers. While his other hand reached down and released the button on her faded jeans …

“Look, if you don’t want me to fuck Kelly,” he said, never breaking eye contact, “Just tell her that I’m an asshole. Tell her we had this conversation. Look her in the eye and tell her that your friend told you he wants to fuck your girlfriend.”

I looked at him and swallowed, hard. I realized Maltepe Escort that I was not going to be telling Kelly about this conversation. I think he realized it, too.

“I’ve got class with her on Monday night. I’m going to ask her to go have a beer with me afterwards. If she blows me off, I’ll have a pretty good idea why.

“But if she doesn’t blow me off … well, I won’t know for sure whether you just never told her, and she just wants my cock … or whether you did tell her, and that’s *why* she wants my cock.

“Either way … when we get together again next Tuesday, you’ll be sitting across the table from the guy who just fucked your girl.

“Or tell me, right now, ‘No, Matt, don’t. Stop. I don’t want you to fuck my pretty blonde girlfriend.”

I swallowed hard and looked him in the eyes. He looked back. Until I blinked. He smiled. I never said, “No, Matt. Drop it.” Or, “You asshole.”

“All right then,” he said, getting up from the table. “See you next Tuesday.”

****

Well, he was right about one thing. For the next two days, it was all I could think about. It was strange how this idea had become my obsession, too.

Remember, this was a long time ago. I had never heard the word “cuckold” before. And I had never fantasized about the image of my precious girlfriend wrapping her legs around another man. Until now. And now I couldn’t get the image out of my head.

It was also unsettling to be compared to this guy, Nate. According to Matt’s story, Nate had practically invited Matt to seduce his girlfriend. There was also a homoerotic element to Nate’s desires (homoerotic was another word I didn’t know yet), and that was something I just didn’t get at all. There was something humiliating about being compared to Nate. But somehow that aroused me, too.

Of course, another difference here was that I just couldn’t imagine my girlfriend going for it. Nate’s girlfriend must have been a slut to begin with. I thought back over Matt’s story. How much of it had depended on the way Matt slowly seduced Kellie at a party, right in front of Nate? On her realization that Nate was … if not willing, at least, submissively acquiescing?

I realized that I was looking forward to next Monday with dread and anticipation. And so, when my roommates started talking about having some friends over on Friday night — not a big blow-out party, just some friends over for beers after dinner — I called Matt and invited him, too.

And that’s how I ended up sitting on the sofa beside my pretty blonde girlfriend, watching her chatting with Matt, seated diagonally across the coffee table from her. Watching, intently, and with an increasing lump in my chest.

We all got started on a simple conversation about movies. At first all three of us were involved. Tom Cruise. Kevin Bacon. Meryl Streep. Michelle Pfeiffer. Michael Keaton. Every name that came up, he had a movie to suggest that Kelly and I had not seen, and she wanted to know more.

I watched Matt lean forward, his hand holding a beer bottle on his knee. Slowly, subtly, almost imperceptibly, moving his hand up and down on it as if he was stroking his cock. I looked at my girlfriend, trying to follow her eyes, to see if she was seeing what I was seeing. She didn’t seem to be watching his hand. She was looking into his eyes.

Then I watched as she suddenly — almost certainly involuntarily — raised her left hand to her temple, and, with her palm facing Matt, pulled her hair back behind her ear. Showing him her wrist. Showing him her neck, and the top of her collarbone. I saw him smile just before he took a swig from the bottle. And glanced at me, knowingly.

The party wound down, and Matt got up, thanking me and my roommates for the invitation. I rose to walk to the door with him, and Kelly followed me. He grasped my hand in a hearty handshake, saying thanks one more time. Then he reached out and took Kelly’s hand in his, just her fingers, and ever so subtly moved his thumb back and forth over her fingers. “Hey, I guess I’ll see you on Monday,” he said.

After he left, Kelly leaned into me, and whispered, “You want to come over?”

Yes, yes I really did. I wanted to go over to her house and strip her naked and pound her into her bed, claiming her as mine. But something strange was going on in my head. “Yeah, I do,” I told her. “But you know, I’m getting up really early tomorrow.”

That much was true. I was going to go to up to State tomorrow morning, to watch my younger brother, who was a back-up outfielder, play baseball. And then I was going to spend the rest of the weekend with him.

“Yeah, I know,” she said, kissing me on the cheek. “Okay, have fun. So … you want to get together Monday night after my class?”

Yes, yes, yes, I told myself. Lock down that invitation. Matt had already told me that he meant to ask Kelly out for a drink after class on Monday night. Give her a reason to say no, I told myself.

Instead, I sighed. “I’ve got so much work to do before Tuesday,” I replied. “And Anadolu Yakası Escort I know I won’t get any of it done this weekend. I’ll call you when I get home. But I’ll see you on Tuesday, okay?”

She smiled. “Okay. Love you.” Then she kissed me again, this time on the lips. Then I was watching her walk away, her perfect ass moving exquisitely in her jeans …

***

I did have a lot of work to get done before Tuesday. But I couldn’t concentrate. All day long on Monday, and all evening, all I could think about was this crazy thing I was doing … stepping back, giving my new friend room to seduce my girlfriend, giving her room to receive his advances…

Her class ended at nine. A few minutes later, I walked up the street and positioned myself in the darkness near the garage that faced the alley behind the house where she had an upstairs apartment. I sat on the cool ground, watching, thinking. I could barely see the back porch where, nine months ago, we had bonded sitting on the steps and drinking Lambrusco.

It was around 10:30 when I saw the headlights of a car, parking on the street in front of her house. My heart went into my throat, as I watched her walk up the driveway, followed by a man — Matt — toward the door on the side of the house that led to the stairway to her apartment. I watched her work her key into the lock on the door, while Matt gently placed his hand on the small of her back … right between those two magnificent dimples that I loved so much … and then they both disappeared through the doorway.

Several minutes passed before the light came on in the dormer window of Kelly’s bedroom which faced the back of the house. My mind was racing as I considered what was happening in the meantime. I knew they were in the common space. Getting a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator? Or, was Kelly’s roommate there, chatting with them, looking askance at Kelly as she took a man who wasn’t me into her bedroom?

A moment after the light came on, the room quickly became dimmer. I pictured Kelly turning off the overhead light and placing a scarf over a bedside lamp, creating a soft, lowly-lit environment, the way she had just before the first time we had made love…

I felt my heart pounding. Matt was up there, in my girlfriend’s bedroom, with the lights turned low …

I couldn’t believe it was happening. I had spent almost a week fantasizing about my girl yielding to my new friend, letting him penetrate her, take her, have her. But it just didn’t feel like her. I drove myself wild trying to imagine their conversation earlier. Had it been a simple matter of seduction; of her succumbing to his charm, his confidence, his relentless compliments? Enhanced, perhaps, by the fact that I had removed myself from the equation?

Or had he persuaded her by convincing her, truthfully, that this is actually something that I wanted? Because, damn it, I did. I wanted it so much …

All I could do to calm myself was to realize that, up there in Kelly’s dimly-lit bedroom, Matt was taking my girlfriend for the one and only first time. Down here in the shadows, seated beside a trash dumpster, I could imagine it happening over and over again, in a dozen different ways, a dozen different positions.

She always wore bras with a clasp in the front. I pictured his skilled hands dismissing that clasp in a second, cupping her pert breasts, drawing one into his mouth …

I pictured her hand going to the back of his head; stroking his short hair, so different from my longish curls …

I imagined him sitting on the edge of her bed, while she slipped down between his thighs, unbuckling his belt, pulling his jeans down his strong thighs, releasing his cock. Thicker than mine, covered in powerful veins. Leaning down and placing her tongue just above his pendulous balls, drawing it slowly up his sensitive underside, then engulfing him in her sweet, soft wet mouth. Her pretty blonde head, bobbing up and down a few times, while he sighed his approval. As if it was his due. When she came off of him after a few strokes, his erection popped up and bopped her on the bottom of her cute, upturned nose. They both laughed, like lovers.

He drew her up so she was standing in front of him, and unbuttoned her jeans. She wriggled seductively as he pulled them down over her thighs, and she raised each foot obligingly so he could discard them. Then he placed his face over her yellow panties and inhaled deeply, lightly licking her through the fabric, while she sighed in pleasure.

Then he slipped his fingers inside the waistband and drew them down, over her rounded hips and thighs. Her bush was exactly the same color as her beautiful hair; and her arousal had moistened it into an adorable curl above her throbbing clitoris. He leaned forward, and his tongue brushed that curl aside as he dove into her slippery sex.

And then what happened? I sat in the darkness, my imagination running wild. I resolutely refused to touch myself, afraid that my certain orgasm would İstanbul Escort deprive me of this incredible arousal.

Would he scoot back on the bed and encourage her to mount him? Would he pull her onto the bed and roll over on top of her, hooking his arms behind her knees and pinning them under her chin, folding her up like a deck chair? Would he roll her over, and position himself to enter her from behind, after first reaching forward to gather first one wrist and then the other, crossing her hands behind her back and holding them there in one hand, while his other hand guided his cock up and down over her dripping slit, before plunging in?

It suddenly occurred to me to wonder, realistically, at what point she would tell him to put on a condom. And immediately, I hoped desperately that she wouldn’t. I wanted Matt to enter my girlfriend’s priceless pussy bareback. I wanted Kelly to feel him fill her up, stretch her out, skin on skin. I wanted Kelly to cum, cum on that cock; cum as soon as he penetrated her; cum again as he slowly dragged himself in and out over her g-spot; cum yet again as he quickened the pace and their bodies slapped together, loud enough for her roommate to hear. And mostly I wanted Matt to cum, powerfully, profusely, with his cock planted up under my girlfriend’s heart.

****

It was Tuesday night, and I was back in the pizza place, sitting in a booth across from my friend Matt. Seven days to the hour since the most disturbing week of my life had begun.

I had had lunch with my girlfriend Kelly earlier today, but I was so distracted I couldn’t really remember much of it. And I couldn’t tell whether she was distracted, too, or whether I was just projecting. I knew she had invited Matt over last night after their night class. I had watched from the alley. What I didn’t know was just how far they had gone once they had gone inside and the lights had come on, turned down low, in her bedroom window.

So now I was sitting across from Matt, still wondering the same thing.

“So,” I asked, somewhat timidly. “Did you get together with Kelly last night?”

“Yes,” Matt replied. “I told you I was going to.”

“So … how did it go?”

“Well,” Matt, said, sipping his beer, “Maybe you should ask her for details.” Huh, I thought.

“She’s kind of shy when it comes to talking about sex,” he continued. Well, he had that right; and that gave me a sense of dread about how their conversation had gone. “But, she’s better at doing than talking.”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He had that right, too. And that pretty much told me everything I needed to know. But suddenly I was more intrigued with their conversation at the bar than I was with what had happened in the bedroom. What had he said to her?

“Hey, buddy, I told you last week I was going to fuck your girlfriend last night. And you didn’t object. You just sat there. Like you are now. You wanted it to happen, and you know it.”

I sat in silence. Then Matt changed the dynamic a bit.

“But I would like to find out if Kelly would like to have a relationship like I had with Nate and his girlfriend,” Matt stated, watching me carefully as he took another sip of beer.

“Ummm,” was all I could say, as I felt a knot developing in my stomach and my heart rising into my throat.

“Look, I know you adore Kelly. Worship the ground she walks on. She knows that, too. She appreciates it.

“But, you know, sometimes a woman doesn’t want to be worshipped. She just wants to be taken, by a Real Man. Or, you know, some women want both.”

I just stared at him.

“Me?” he continued. “I want her because she’s the hottest girl on campus. So pretty. And such a gorgeous body. Especially that ass.

“Well, that, and the fact that she’s your girlfriend.” I hadn’t seen that one coming. I gulped hard, and choked a little bit.

“Look, every relationship is different,” Matt explained. “I know you’re not Nate. I can respect that. And anyway, it’s all going to be up to Kelly.

“I’m not looking to steal your girlfriend. I like it that she’s your girlfriend. I just want to fuck her for the rest of the semester. And … well, I want you to know about it.” He paused and tossed some popcorn into his mouth.

“In … nine weeks, I’ll be going back to New York. And you and Kelly can go back to your happily-ever-after, if you want. But in the meantime …”

“In the meantime, what?” I finally managed.

“In the meantime, well, whatever Kelly wants. But I’ve got an idea that I want to try, and I hope she’ll want, and I’m pretty sure you’ll want, too.

“I want her to keep being your girlfriend, but … not to have sex with you any more. You can still take her out to dinner, take her to movies, whatever. But her pussy belongs to me.”

He stared me down. “Sound hot to you?” I gulped, but I had to admit … yeah, it did.

“Of course,” he continued, “It’s going to be obvious to some people. Why don’t you invite me over to dinner this weekend?”

I was suddenly overwhelmed by the image of my roommates looking at me, shocked and quizzical, as Matt got up from the dinner table and led Kelly into my bedroom. The hip pockets of her jeans moving provocatively, our last vision of her as the door closed. God, that would be so humiliating. I realized that I couldn’t wait for it to happen.

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Chapter One: Sweet Awakening

Alexandra laid upon the bed moaning to the pleasures her boyfriend’s tongue was providing to her erect pinkish-brown nipple. One by one he lapped, licked and sucked, creating a warm moist feeling between her legs that grew with each minute. Curtis moved his attention from her large firm breasts down to her stomach past her waistline to her hips leaving a wet trail along the way. Her body tingled.

“Tell me if you don’t like what I’m doing and I’ll stop, okay?” Curtis said as he nestled between her legs.

Playfully the young Alexie said, “I won’t forget.” She was nervous. The young eighteen year old had never gone this far with anyone before; in fact Curtis was her first.

Curtis smiled briefly, in his mind he knew she would not tell him to stop unless she felt threatened and that would never happen. He looked down and watched his fingers began working on her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Slowly his hands achieved their mission and he was closer to achieving his goal. He wondered how she was able to get away with wearing such a tight, low, low cut pair of jeans when her parents kept a constant watchful eye on her. She probably hid it well under the long blouse she wore which he has removed and tossed aside earlier.

Removing her tight fitted jeans was well worth the effort. He was one step away from seeing his young girlfriend naked for the very first time. All that stood in his way was the tiny bikini panty she wore. He noticed a damp spot between her legs and could smell a light musky scent. It was perfume to him and it made his cock strain against the confines of his jeans.

The tall twenty year old lowered his mouth to kiss the dampness before him. Alexie’s body reacted with a twitch. With his lips gently touching the damp material Curtis parted his lips and pressed his tongue against her pussy. A gasp followed by a long quivering sigh emerged from the depths of her mouth. Curtis knew she was heating up to this new experience and he wanted to savor every moment so he pulled away and looked up at her.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” he softly questioned.

All Alexie could bring herself to say was, “Please don’t stop.” Her eyes not only told him not to stop, they also showed something he had never seen before, a lustful plea for him to continue on.

The tiny elastic band sat right above her pussy which ran across the sloping of her hips making it easy for Curtis to slip his fingers under the band and lower the tiny panty down. Alexie blushed and turned her head slightly, no one had ever done this to her before. She could not bring herself to watch her twenty-one year old boyfriend remove the last piece of clothing from her body. Her body flushed from shyness and embarrassment and uncertainty about the way her body looked to him. Curtis loved the way her young untouched body looked as she laid upon his bed. Alexie watched as he stood at the foot of the bed and tossed her panty aside. Between her legs below her neatly trimmed virgin pussy a glistening delight beckoned him to feast. She didn’t bother to close her legs after he removed her panty. Curtis reached for the bottom of his t-shirt, lifted it up and over his head then tossed it aside, exposing his taut muscular chest and abs. The young virgin’s mouth gaped open and she gasped at the sight of the bulge in the crotch of his jeans. He saw her eyes looking at his crotch and wondered if she was going to tell him to stop. He hoped she wouldn’t. Then he saw a hungry look in her grow as he unbuttoned, unzipped and removed his jeans.

The sight of his hard cock stunned and scared the poor young woman; she had never seen a man’s cock before and never imagined it could be so big, so long, so thick. “Oh my God” her mind screamed, “What am I to do? How will I, how can I, he’s huge!” Her mind eased and she was brought back to reality when she saw him Ataşehir Escort kneel down, move between her legs. The warmth of his breath upon her skin made her tingle. Then it happened, what she had imagined, fantasized, her tall, sun kissed tanned boyfriend placed his lips upon her pussy and kissed it tenderly. He made sure to cover her pussy with kisses, traveling up and down, around and on her damp virgin hole. His strong hands gently scooped up her ass and lifted them slightly giving him better access to do what he planned next.

“Ooh,” Alexie softly said the moment she felt his tongue make contact with her pussy.

It was a strange yet wonderful feeling his tongue gave her as he licked at her clit. Slowly he lapped at her tiny nub waiting to see what she would do; say or how she would react. The brunette reacted just as he had hoped. Her hips began to move slightly, he could hear her breathing change. Now that he knew she wouldn’t object he stuck his tongue out and pushed it to the entrance of her hole. She shivered but didn’t protest when he slowly pushed inward a little at a time then pull back before pushing forward again. Once he was able to bury his tongue as deep as he could he pumped his tongue in and out getting her ready for more, making her wetter. Indeed she felt her body react and the dampness mixed with his saliva turned wet. Alexie loved what he was doing to her with his tongue but she knew there would be more.

Slowly he removed his tongue from her hole then he rubbed his middle finger in the sticky liquid that seeped from it. He took his time moving his finger towards the opening, he hesitated thinking she would resist. How wrong he was. Alexie welcomed his finger into her virgin pussy and moaned. It was music to his ears hearing her moaning as his finger moved in and out. He later discovered she truly was a virgin when he buried his finger deep into her wet canal and felt the thin membrane that declared her virginity.

“You’re a virgin,” he raised his head to look at her.

Meekly she answered, “Yes.” Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

“Don’t worry I’ll take things slow. It’ll hurt at first but that will go away before you know it. And you may bleed a little afterwards,” he tried reassuring her.

Now she began to panic. Her heart picked up a beat but something else overrode her fear. It was lustful anticipation. She wanted Curtis to take her virginity, to be the first to enter her. She drew a long deep breath to calm her fears. He sensed her fear and removed his finger before climbing up between her legs to meet his face with hers. She felt his hard cock press against her left leg, it felt soft yet hard and so enticing. He lowered his lips upon hers and kissed her passionately. She could smell herself on his face and taste herself upon his tongue entering into her mouth. It tasted salty unlike anything she had ever tasted before. He brought the sticky finger up to his mouth and tasted the tip before he offered it to her. At first she hesitated but gave in to her carnal desire to taste her own juices. It was stronger than she had tasted when he kissed her but it didn’t bother her, it brought on a surge of undeniable desire to become one with her boyfriend.

Curtis knew she was not on the pill yet so he produced a condom from his jeans. Alexie watched as her boyfriend stood beside the bed with the condom as he slowly unrolled it, encasing his cock. He enjoyed the way she watched and reacted, she was a true virgin that was locked up in a strict Catholic school education and upbringing who was about to be introduced to the world of sex.

This was not the reason why he was going out with her, he was not going to take her virginity and use her just for sex, then dump her like his friends encouraged him to do, he wanted her in his life, and he really cared about her and hated to admit he was falling in love with Acıbadem Escort her.

He leaned over, hovering over her causing her legs to lift up into the air. He bent down and began kissing her gently, reminder her to tell him to stop if she didn’t like what he was doing. After she kissed him back and nodded, Curtis began rubbing the tip of his cock up and down her slit. She was wet from him going down on her. Alexie felt a strange sensation between her legs; a tingling, welcoming sensation and she moaned softly. Then she felt pressure at the entrance of her virgin pussy.

He held his hard, throbbing cock in his left hand and guided it to the opening. Slowly he pushed forward slightly, waiting for a response from his girlfriend before pushing in further. Curtis was surprised when he looked into her eyes. Fear was no longer present. There was a dark, lusty look about her. This was his signal to forge ahead and he did.

She was tight, very tight and it made it difficult to get the tip inside. Luckily she was wet and it helped ease it a little. Half of the head of Curtis’ cock slipped in. Alexie sucked in her breath and held it. Curtis saw this and told her to relax. He wondered if he should stop.

He pushed in a little further and once again she held her breath. Just as he was going to pull out she exhaled and took hold of his arms. Curtis pushed in again as gently and slowly as he could. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her. Her pussy accepted the entire head of his cock after a few strokes and Alexie began to moan.

Curtis lowered himself onto her, his weight pressed her into the mattress and he began his journey of pushing his cock into his virgin girlfriend. He finally came upon her virginity, her hymen; the thin membrane that separated a girl from a woman. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. They were full of lust yet innocent at the same time. He wanted to make her his, to be the first and to be the one to teach her the pleasures of the flesh but his heart was full of compassion.

“Do you want me to stop?” softly he asked her, kissing her cheeks.

She shook her head, “Uh uh.”

“It’s going to hurt for awhile and you’re going to bleed a little afterwards,” he reminded her.

She kissed him and softly said, “I don’t mind.”

He kissed her gently then buried his face in the crook of her neck and shoulders, lifting his hips, ass up far enough so he would be able to break through her virgin wall without brute force. He whispered into her ear, giving her a chance to change her mind but she declined and wanted him. Her body wanted to be one with his, to experience what the other girls, her friends, had been experiencing years before her.

In one swift move, Curtis plunged forward and the tip of his cock broke through the veil of her virginity. Alexie cried out as the pain pierced through her body. Tears welled and fell down the sides of her face as she held him tight. He held steady, inside of her, to let her get accustomed to his cock. A few minutes later he began to rock his cock in and out of her ever so slowly and eventually lifted himself up to kneel between her legs.

The burning pain subsided just as he said and was replaced by a wave of pleasure she never knew existed until now. She didn’t know what to do so she lay there, finding the strength to look at Curtis. For some strange reason she felt a mixture of embarrassment and shyness. His eyes were soft, they spoke of the love he had for her.

“Lift your hips up and down with mine,” he instructed her.

Alexie did but their bodies did not connect the way she thought it should so she stopped then found the correct rhythm with his. He smiled at her and she smiled back. She was beginning her hands-on sex education and she was really enjoying it. Their bodies came together; his gentle pushes became thrusts, sending a wave of pleasure through İstanbul Escort her body. Her nipples were peering out hard, inviting Curtis to feast on them. He re-positioned himself and took her nipples between his lips one by one. Occasionally he would lick at the hardened nubs and gently bite down. She reacted to his every move by moaning or crying out in pleasure. Her hands also told him she was enjoying what he was doing.

It was time to teach her a different position. He told her to turn around and get on her hands and knees after he pulled his entire cock out. She didn’t know why he told her to but she recalled seeing pictures of a man and woman in this position. Curtis nestled behind her and took hold of her tiny waist and planted his cock into her ever so slowly. Her pussy walls were virgin tight and it felt like a glove as he pushed his entire length inside of her from behind.

Slowly he picked up the pace and began thrusting faster and faster. Alexie’s ample tits swayed under her; her nipples touched and dragged against the bedding making it harder. She began to push back to meet his thrusts.

“That’s it, my Princess, mmm,” Curtis told her as he leaned down on top of her, grabbing her tits in his large hands.

Alexie’s moans grew louder from the moment he reached down between her legs with his left hand and rubbed his middle finger against her clit. Her body began to react on their own. She pushed back harder, her back arched under his touch. She was growing near to her first full fledged orgasm so Curtis removed his hands, pulled his cock out and flipped her over onto her back quickly. She was surprised by his actions but didn’t complain. The second she lay on her back he scooped her ass up in his hands and plunged into her.

Alexie cried out, “Oh yes! Ohhh! Mmmm!!!”

Curtis kept this up until she tensed up, closed her eyes and arched her back. Her juices flowed from her depths, coating his cock and spilling out, down her ass cheeks and his hands. He encouraged her on.

“Yes, Princess, cum! Cum hard!” he told her over and over as her first orgasm bolted through her.

It seemed forever before she finally calmed down and opened her eyes. There before her with his cock still buried deep inside of her drenched pussy was Curtis. His eyes seemed dark, his body tense and breathing deeper. He was getting ready to unload. Alexie placed her hands onto his shoulders and pulled him to her. He lay upon her wrapped in his arms for a second then he bolted upright and cried out.

“Oh fuck! Oh, Princess! Fuck, yeah!!!!” he cried out over and over, breathing heavily as his cum shot streams into the condom covering his cock that was buried to the hilt up his girlfriend’s pussy.

Much to her surprise, Alexie too experienced another orgasm the same time Curtis came. This was her second and it was just as explosive as her first. The two laid together; Alexie’s arms wrapped tightly around his tight abs as they came and came. It took minutes before they stopped and Curtis weakly knelt up and slowly pulled his cock back out of her pussy. Alexie felt the lips of her pussy burn as he pulled out.

Curtis leaned over her and kissed her. His tongue delved into her mouth as he kissed her passionately. He broke off the kiss and smiled at her; she smiled back.

He climbed off of the bed, walked into the bathroom to discard the condom filled with his cum down the toilet. He returned and she lay on the bed waiting. She had her legs together and her left arm draped across her tits, trying to cover herself. Curtis smiled and sat beside her.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh huh,” she mumbled.

He bent down to kiss her then glanced over to the clock. It was nearing time for her to catch the city bus and head back to the community college where her parents would be picking her up in an hour and a half. He led her to the bathroom and into the shower where they cleaned up. In order to get her back in time, he had to fight the urge to take her then and there in the shower built for two. They dressed and headed for the bus stop, caught the bus and rode in silence happily. Curtis and Alexie knew tomorrow would soon arrive.

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I sit at the bar, expecting someone that I have never met before. Yet another blind date that I have been set up on. A woman can only sit at home for so long you know. I am wearing a sleek, but simple black dress that shows off my best features. I look down at my watch, and I see that you should be here anytime. I take a sip of my daiquiri and look toward the door, taking a deep breath. I expect it to open at any time, and you will be walking through it. I see the door open and am disappointed when a couple walks through the door. I look away, just for a second, and then I feel eyes on me. You are looking at me with questioning eyes. You are holding a white rose and I smile shyly at you and you start to come toward me. I am thinking to myself that this has to be a mistake, that this handsome guy can’t be my date.

You reach me and you ask, “Are you Dawn?” I reply that yes I am and offer you the stool next to mine. You hand me the rose and say that you are Jay. You say that you have heard nothing but good things about me, your eyes never leaving mine. I suggest that we grab a table where we can have privacy. You ask me if I would like a refill and I say yes. You order yourself a beer, get me another daiquiri, and we sit at a corner booth. We talk for a few minutes. We talk as if we have been friends for years. You look at your watch and say that if we don’t leave now we will lose our reservations.

We leave the bar, your hand at the small of my back. You reach around me and open my door. As I slide into your car, you lean down and place İstanbul Escort a soft kiss against my lips. You shut my door and I smile to myself as you go around to your side of the car. After you get into the car and shut the door, you lean over, drawing me to you with your hand. You give me another kiss that lingers just a little. You feel my pulse quicken as you make circles on my neck with your thumb. You smile at me as you pull away and say that if we don’t leave now we will never get to the restaurant in time.

We arrive at the restaurant and we are seated in a secluded spot in the back. The table is lovely. There is soft candlelight and a bottle of wine chilling. I ask you with my eyes how this can be and you just wink at me. You pull my chair out for me and place a kiss against my throat, my pulse quickens and I sigh. I can feel you smiling as you go around to your chair. You look into my eyes as the waiter appears to take our order. We order the house specialty. The meal is superb, the wine warming, and my date is charming. Our hands play with each other, fingers interlinking. The band plays Chances Are. You offer me your hand and I take it. We glide out on the dance floor, feeling every pair of eyes on us. We only have eyes for each other and we fit perfectly together as we sway to the music. Your arms are around my waist and my head is against your chest. I breathe in your scent and everyone disappears but us. The music stops and we go back to the table. You ask me if I would like dessert and I look into Escort Bayan your eyes and say that I have something more to your liking at my place. You smile at my comment and we leave the restaurant.

We get to your car and you lean me up against my car door. Your hand goes around my neck and you pull my face towards yours as your lips press against mine. Our breath mixes as the kiss deepens. You press up against me and I feel your hardness. Your tongue slips into my mouth and I grow weak as my senses are ravaged by the sensations washing through my system. You pull away and say that if we don’t leave now, you won’t be held responsible for your actions. I laugh and say that my apartment is close.

We get to my apartment and as we enter, the door is barely shut when we are in each others arms. In a short time, there are clothes all over the foyer. Our hands are caressing each other and our tongues are intertwined. I am backed against a wall and you are kissing your way down my body, which is on fire. You kiss and caress my breasts, making them ache for your touch. You move down until you are at my womanhood. I feel your fingers part my lips and I feel your breath as you inhale my scent. You waste no time and you start to lick my juices which are pooled.

I feel your finger test my opening, and soon I feel your finger slide in. You slide it in and out, and soon it is joined by a second. More juices run down my thighs as you continue to play with my clit with your tongue and your fingers keep moving in and out. My muscles Eskort clench around your fingers as I feel my body tense and I tell you that I am going to cum. As I say that I cum hard against your fingers and face. You lap up all my juices and keep thrusting, making it last forever. As my breathing returns to normal, I look at you. I turn you around until you are against the wall. I kiss you deep, tasting my nectar on your lips. I tell you it is your turn as I kiss my way down.

I get to your nipples and tease and caress them, making you moan. Your hands are in my hair and you are encouraging me lower. I get to your cock, which is rock hard. I cup your balls as I take the head into my mouth. I flick my tongue across the head, making you thrust forward. I then take you completely in my mouth, returning the pleasure that you just gave me. I lick and suck your cock until I feel that you are ready to burst, and then I back off. You take this only so long and then you lay me on the floor and you part my legs with your knees. You enter me with one thrust, driving deep in my pussy. As you thrust into me again and again, we kiss hard. Our tongues meshing. I wrap my legs around your waist, helping you drive deeper with each stroke. It seems like only a moment until I feel you explode inside me, filling me up with your seed. We lay there, trying to catch our breath, and I say that my bed is a lot more comfortable. You laugh as you pull me from the floor. We shut the bedroom door, and we make love all night long.

It is barely daylight when I wake up and you are gone. Where your head was is a note wrapped around the rose. . It gives me an address where I am to meet you tonight and it is signed with a kiss. I smile to myself and fall back to sleep, thinking that this is going to be a good day.

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Nathan was your average eighteen-year-old, liked video games, working out, going out with friends, jerking off, and older women. Well to be specific one particular older woman. Joanne his next-door neighbour. Joanne was the MILF to end all MILF’s. Taller for a woman close to 5’9″, beautiful, blonde hair, blue eyes, toned, narrow waist, wide hips, and the fattest tits he had ever seen. Those glorious globes rivaled beach balls and Joanne loved to show them off.

Always wearing deep V blouses, bikini tops that barely covered her nipples, but not her areolas. Joanne had become Nathan’s obsession. He had jerked off watching her in her backyard so many times. He had even been caught several times. The first time he nearly shit himself and dove away from the window. After waiting a bit, he went to look and see if she was still there. Joanne was, she simply laughed, winked, and waved to him.

Nathan knew she loved that she had that effect on him. As time went on, she caught him more and more. Each time she would smile, wink, and wave. Sometimes she would flash a nipple, or squeeze her breasts together, one time she oiled her breasts up in front of him before taking off her top to tan in her backyard.

Joanne’s husband was gone a lot, so maybe the attention made her feel appreciated. Nathan knew that if Joanne had been his wife, he doubted he would even be able to leave the house. He would fuck her non-stop. He even brought pills one day from an online add. One of his hornier decisions. They were supposed to help with longevity and cum volume. Just thinking about her was enough to drive Nathan to jerk off, he wanted her so badly.

For eighteen Nathan was a very big boy, he was 6’6″ and muscular. He could grow a beard at age fifteen. He looked more like a man in his mid twenties. Standing as he always did in his window, his girthy cock in hand, he rubbed it slowly. Joanne always came out now to tan, she was very punctual. As she walked out the back door, his heart started to race, it always did.

Nathan just wanted to fuck her so bad “god I need you,” he muttered as he started to rub his cock harder. With every step she exuded sexuality, her breasts bounced, hips swayed, ass cheeks jiggled. Her long, toned legs carried her gracefully with each step. As she got down onto the lower back of her patio. She tilted her sunglasses down away from her eyes and looked at Nathan. She smiled and winked as usual, but this time she motioned him to come over with her finger.

Nathan’s jaw dropped, he looked to either side of himself flustered, then foolishly pointed to himself. Nathan blushed as her head tossed back in laughter. She met his eyes again grinning this time and nodded yes. “Holy shit!” Nathan bent over picking up his shorts and underwear from around his ankles.

Then pulled them up “holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!” Nathan repeated as he started to pace the room for a moment. Was this really happening? This was his dream come true. No, it couldn’t be that she just wants to talk, that’s all, but her husband is away.

Nathan pulled open his sock drawer, fishing out the bottle of pills he brought, he opened it. Turning the bottle upside down over his mouth, he roughly swallowed. He coughed as the pills coarsely slid down his throat. Once he was satisfied, they were in his belly he started towards his door “hope I can’t OD on those,” he said as he flung his door open.

Nathan all but dashed through the house. He leapt the couch in the living room with a single bound, dodged around the kitchen table and skidded to a halt in front of the back-patio door. “Okay, okay calm down, breath, breath,” Nathan said to himself. Not that it helped, diamonds were no longer the hardest material on the planet right now, it was his cock.

He opened the door to his backyard and walked out. Joanne was standing by the fence now waiting for him “hi neighbour,” she cooed “enjoying the view?” she quizzed.

Nathan quickly made his way over to her “I, um, Escort Bayan I. Yes ma’am,” he finally managed to stammer out.

Another of Joanne’s sultry laughs escaped her lips, her plump, juicy lips, Nathan stared at them. Joanne cast a glance down “oh my, you really are a big boy, aren’t you?” Joanne chewed her lips as she looked at his bulge.

Nathan wasn’t pitching a tent, more so a tarp “I, well yeah, I thought you could see me?” Nathan said confused.

Joanne snrked “I could see you stood in front of the window Hun, but I couldn’t see that big thing,” she licked her lips after she finished her sentence.

Nathan blushed and rubbed the back of his head “so you couldn’t see that I was.”

“Jerking it?” Joanne cut in as she smirked playfully “no I couldn’t see you doing it,” Joanne started “though it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what a teenage boy is doing, staring out the window at his hot MILF neighbour,” she clicked her tongue as she said that. Joanne reached out grabbing Nathan’s chin between her thumb and index finger. She drew him in closer “but you’re not a boy anymore, are you? You’re a man.” The distance between their mouths shrank “a big, strong, hung man. You turned eighteen last month, didn’t you?”

Nathan could feel her breath against his lips “uh, yeah,” was all the dumbfounded man could say.

Joanne tilted her head to the side “I never got you a present,” she said softly, before kissing Nathan. Fireworks were going off in Nathan’s head, as years of pent up lust for this woman poured out. Joanne opened her mouth. Nathan followed suite, her tongue slid into his mouth lightly caressing the inside of his mouth.

It wasn’t forceful and clumsy, like some of the girls he had kissed that were his age. Joanne was a mature woman who knew what she was doing. Nathan just tried to follow her lead. After a few brief moments they pulled apart, both panting slightly. Joanne smiled “not bad,” she brushed his lip with her thumb “don’t worry, you’ll get better.” She turned walking away from the fence rocking her hips, she looked back over her shoulder “coming?” she asked.

Nathan’s eyes were wide “a-almost,” he responded still shell-shocked.

Joanne laughed again “well let’s correct that, get over here,” she nodded, gesturing with her head.

Nathan shook himself out of his stupor “yes Mrs. Hoskins!” he said eagerly as he vaulted the fence with ease. He darted over to her quickly.

Joanne reached up undoing the string of her bikini top “call me Joanne,” she said as she let her top fall to the lawn. “Well, I know you’ve been ogling my girls for years, go on touch them,” she said as she arched her back out shoving her plump, round, tanned tits into Nathan’s face.

Nathan reached out cupping them between his hands, he squeezed and rubbed them slowly. Her supple breast flesh pouring out between his fingers. Nathan looked back to her eyes, Joanne just smiled sweetly and nodded. Indicating it was okay to continue. Nathan started to grope them firmer, Joanne gasped “my god they’re so huge and sexy! Up close they’re so much bigger than I thought!” Nathan said joyfully.

Joanne let out another groan “glad you like them, I grew them myself,” she said as a coy grin flashed on her face.

Nathan chuckled at that “well they’re beautiful, I could suck on them all day,” he stated.

Joanne cupped the back of his head and brought it down to her nipple “well then you better get started,” she instructed. Nathan wasted no time in following orders. He opened his mouth taking her plump thumb sized nipple into his mouth. Opening his mouth wider he started to suck on her puffy areola as well. His loud slurps made Joanne moan “that’s it Nathan suck on my big fat tits!” said encouraging him.

Drawing him back with her as he continued to suck, Joanne pulled the young man down on top of her. Nathan sat on her stomach, bent over her sucking on Joanne’s nipples. Letting the first one pop from his mouth Bayan Escort he started to suck on her other nipple.

Joanne pulled Nathan’s cock out from his shorts. It was already covered in pre-cum. The clear fluid oozing from Nathan’s cock head. “Oh, my you must be so horny, there’s so much pre!” Joanne exclaimed excitedly. Taking the massive sausage between her tits, it was long enough that the head was up in front of her face.

Her hands now covered in pre started to grease his cock with it. She stroked the shaft with both her hands, while opening her mouth and slurping on his apple sized cock head. She couldn’t fit the entire thing in her mouth. So, she sucked on what she could.

Nathan pulled back from Joanne’s tits gasping lustfully “ahhh that feels so good Joanne,” Nathan’s cock was so sensitive right now. far more than he was used to. The pills must be doing their job, it felt like his cock and balls were tingling all over.

Joanne continued to suck on the monster before her. If she didn’t know any better, it felt like it was bigger. She had swallowed so much of his pre-cum still it kept pouring out. Joanne was loving this so much she felt fuzzy all over. The more Nathan played with her round juggs the hornier she got. It felt like her pussy was on fire, she was so hot.

Looking past the cock in front of her she could see Nathan going back to sucking on her tits. Her tits looked huge today. She was very glad for that. It was like her body was fired up by the thought of fucking such a sexy young stallion. Joanne could even fill her ass shifting below her more.

Determined to pleasure her lover more Joanne was determined to suck on that whopper of a cock. Opening her mouth wider she managed to get it inside. Like her jaw stretched to take it. As Nathan felt the hot warmth of her mouth surround his cock he shuddered “oh fuck! Joanne! Mrs. Hoskins! I’m cumming!” Nathan gripped Joanne’s huge nipples in his hands, they were just so massive.

He couldn’t believe her nipples alone could fill his hands. How could he have never noticed that she was so massive. Her tits were all he could see right now looking down at her. He had thought they were like beach balls earlier. He was wrong, Joanne’s tits were more like yoga balls. She really was the perfect woman.

Nathan’s balls clenched over and over. Thick, viscus cum pumped out of his pipe. Some of it spurted out running down over Joanne’s chin but she took it like a champ. Gulping it down wad after wad. She was gonna suck him dry. With every swallow Joanne’s body felt warmer. The strange sensation covering her like a blanket. She took the cock to the back of her throat, gurgling as she did.

After what was easily almost 10 minutes of Nathan cumming it finally slowed to a stop. Joanne pulled her mouth back off his cock gasping blissful. That had been incredible, she had never experienced something like that. “Holy fuck! You just wouldn’t stop cumming!” She reached out grabbing Nathan’s cock head rubbing it “this thing is bigger than I thought,” Joanne surged with a voracious hunger now “Nathan sweetie, I need you inside my pussy!”

What was left of Nathan’s brain after the orgasm he just went through snapped too “oh fuck yes!” He almost shouted. Pushing back from her breast something soft pressed into the small of his back. Looking back over himself, he could see the culprit “Jesus Christ Joanne! Your pussy is huge!” Sitting between Joanne’s legs was now an almost beach ball sized pussy.

Just so plump and massive it bulged out from between her legs. Nathan knew what was causing this, the pills he took. He must have downed so many his cum was laced with them. They were making Joanne grow like this. Looking back at her tits he realized now why she felt so much bigger. Joanne was bigger. Her pussy and tits had swelled gigantic because of his chemical infused load.

Standing up to get a better look at his pumped-up lover, he was taken aback by his Escort own developments. “Oh, shit my cock too!” he tilted his head to glance between his leg “and balls!” Nathan had always been proud of his monster dong. He put many to shame before, now, now it was more like a Godzilla cock. This thing was huge.

It was like Nathan was sporting a five foot, flesh coloured trash can between his legs. His balls were like fat prize-winning watermelons, they twitched eagerly. As Nathan looked at his goliath assets, he could see they were still throbbing bigger and bigger. “Joanne, we’re growing!” Nathan said incredulously “your tits and pussy, my cock and balls, they’re getting bigger!”

“My ass too,” Joanne added “but Nathan darling. Fuck now ask questions later. I’m far too horny to give a fuck about semantics right now! Get that fat cock. Inside. My. Pussy. Now!” Joanne shouted at Nathan. Nathan never jumped so fast in his life. If they clocked it, he was sure he beat some kind of record for fastest cock to pussy penetration record.

Joanne’s pussy was so fucking fat right now. Just it felt like velvet heaven to enter. The giant swollen mons surround his cock. It was so big Nathan wrapped his arms around Joanne’s pussy hugging it to squeeze it tightly around his cock. Joanne’s screams of pleasure filled the air as he did so. “Ahhhhh fuck yes! Fuck that giant, fat pussy! Harder you son of a bitch! Harder!” Joanne cried out demanding more.

As Nathan plowed Joanne his own cock and balls continued to expand bigger and bigger stretching the horny MILF’s pussy even more. He groaned in pleasure, no amount of jerking off could have ever felt like this. Nathan was about to cum again. Hearing shout such naughty things at him pushed him to the edge in seconds.

His balls lurched and billowed in size as the abundance of pills went to work. Joanne’s tits were getting so much bigger too, her tits and ass cheeks were the size of her now. The woman buried in a sea of her own expanding carnal flesh.

Nathan’s balls started to clench over and over as he came. “Yes! Yes! Ohhhh fuck yes!” Nathan cried out in pleasure as his giant now beanbag chair sized balls burst with cum. Joanne’s belly lurched out filling with his hot goo. It pulsed and swelled fatter and fuller with cum, it wasted no time in catching up to her massive now bed sized tits.

The more Nathan came inside Joanne the faster she ballooned. Bigger and bigger and bigger the two swelled as they screamed each others’ names in pleasure. Both loving what was happening. Nathan’s fridge sized cock pumped in and out of Joanne like a piston. Every thrust had her screaming for Nathan to fuck harder and Nathan did.

“Ahhh fuck it’s just not stopping Joanne! Fuck! Fuck! I’m not going to stop fucking you till every last drop is inside your giant, fat pussy!” Reaching out Nathan grabbed Joanne’s bowling ball sized clit and started to squeeze and rub on it hard. Nathan was pleased when Joanne screeched in ecstasy, her legs squirmed while her pussy gushed with juices. That covered Nathan from head to toe.

Joanne’s pussy clenched down on Nathan’s cock so hard he thought at one point she was going to pull it off. It was like her pussy was sucking the cum from his balls. He shuddered roaring in bliss himself. The two of them growing and growing as their mind breaking orgasms wracked them. Nathan’s cock was twice the size of a couch now, his balls the size of beds. Joanne’s tits and ass were bigger than cars, her belly was the size of a cube van.

As Nathan thrusted his last thrust, he was totally spent, he collapsed against his MILF lover’s pussy. Huffing and panting he heard a new voice “Mom?” Looking up he could see Lana and Layla Joanne’s identical twin daughters. The two girls, who were older than Nathan, had not fallen far from their mother’s apple tree.

Both had enough curves and height to put most other women to shame, well except their mother. As the two looked over the scene in awe, both sets of eyes fell on him between their mothers’ legs. In a way that only identical twins could, both chewed their lips at the same time, while looking at Nathan like he was their next meal. Nathan gulped, he was going to need more pills.

The End?

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NOTE: I always appreciate comments. You can read my slightly longer message on the first part of the story, but the gist is… I like my themes, you might like other ones. But I always enjoy comments, regardless of their content.

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It helps to read part one where my neighbor starts to take control of me by using his incredibly hot step-daughter to start me down the path.

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10am, that was when my life was going to change. Sure, I had already crossed the gender line and cheated on my wife with an impossibly hot 18 year old, but at 10am I was going to fully submit to Mike, my next door neighbor. It was his step daughter, Maddy, that I had an amazing night with and even though she left barely two hours ago after a night of the best and most passionate sex I had ever had, it was not Maddy I was focused on. Prior to receiving her as a gift from Mike, I had dropped to my knees and sucked Mike’s amazing cock and been rewarded with his cum. I had given him power over me and he used that power to make me his bitch. And it had been wonderful. It was continuing that journey that was consuming my thoughts and making my cock rock hard at this point. I wanted to take the next step and truly submit to Mike.

I have always had a submissive side and while I often read stories and had fantasies of submission, this was a real opportunity to submit. Mike understands power, and I was looking forward to giving him power over me. I will let him make my decisions and determine my actions and my focus and my discipline will be centered on obedience. It was exhilarating and terrifying to think about, but like a moth to the flame, the time to back out was gone. 10am was almost here and I was ready.

I was physically and mentally ready as I approached his door. I was about to knock when the door opened and Heather, Mike’s wife stood there. She was dressed sexy. Maddy, her daughter, didn’t get her body out of nowhere; Heather was hot! She wore a pair of faded jeans and a red top that was almost like a fancy bra. She, like her daughter, had a flat stomach and large breasts that were being squeezed together by this alluring top.

“Mike is currently re-asserting his complete control over my daughter. Mike might have given her to you for an evening, but he is her master and she is currently making her master happy. He is both generous, but also demanding. Something you will learn. So, he wants me to prepare you for when he is ready.”

Heather then started down the hallway and it was clear I was to follow. We arrived at a very stylish bathroom and she simply said, “Strip fully.”

I should have been embarrassed, and perhaps I was a bit, but I calmly and quickly removed all of my clothing. Heather walked up and grabbed my hard, protruding cock and laughed, “Oh my, Paula will be so glad to start serving Mike if this is all she has been getting for the last 20 years.”

Paula is my wife and my 5.5 inch, moderately thick cock was all she had been getting. Heather’s comment was both humiliating, truthful, and revealing. It was the third or fourth time that Mike, Heather or Maddy had told me that Paula would be next on Mike’s list. Over the past 6 months Paula had mentioned a few times that Mike had charisma and when she learns he also has her husband as his personal slave AND has a massive cock, there is really no chance that these predictions will be wrong.

Heather taunted me for a few moments while stroking my cock the entire time.

“Think about that moment he reveals his manhood to her and how both humiliating and exhilarating it will be when she asks him to fuck her and make her his. His cock will bring her to levels that you have never been able to and she will quickly and permanently become his fuck toy. Do you think she will hesitate to become his? I don’t. I think she will immediately be on call to him. You’ll get a text that says to send you wife over and she will gladly jump at the chance to submit to Mike’s amazing cock. And the best part is you will be jealous. Not of Mike, but of her.”

And as she said that I started cumming furiously. She kept stroking and I kept having spasms.

“There we go, now your little dick is empty and we can begin the process of getting you ready to become Mike’s sissy slave. But first you need to lick your cum off my floor.”

I said, “Yes Maam,” and I lowered myself down and licked all of my cum like the obedient slave I was. When i was done she grabbed me by the hair and lifted my face up to hers. She was bending down so while I was face-to-face, her ample and amazing cleavage was just inches away. I as entranced.

“Good job sissy, but if you ever call me ‘Mamm’ again I will make you regret the day you were born. You call me ‘Mistress.'”

“Yes Mistress!” I said as she released my hair.

She now explained that she was going to completely shave me because sissy slaves had no need for body hair. And over the next 30 minutes as I watched as my hair swirled down the drain she laid out the new rules that will govern Escort Bayan my life:

1. Always obey Mike. She said this sounds simple but that he will demand things that will test me and I must never forget rule

. She also pointed out that Mike will often just say something like “I would be pleased if you did X” and it is up to me to correctly respond to that with full and total obedience and do X. She told me to never treat anything from Mike as less than an unquestionable command and I will do well.

2. Mike is always in control. She reminded me that while I might have had a great night with her daughter, that only happened because Mike made it happen. She told me my life will never be mine again and that everything I do will ultimately go back to Mike and his control over me. She pointed out that giving him such complete control was what I ultimately wanted (and she was right!).

3. Serve enthusiastically. She explained Mike can be generous and cruel, often back-to-back, but that my demeanor should never change. I was to recognize how lucky I was to be able to serve him and to always serve him with energy and enthusiasm. She pointed out that our body hair removal process was serving Mike, and that I should embrace and be happy that such a simple thing would bring Mike pleasure.

4. Always be ready to serve. Heather said this one sounded easy but actually was hard. She explained that her moods, her other life commitments, who they were with, where they were, meant nothing to Mike. She was supposed to be ready to provide him with pleasure at any time, in any place, in any way he desired. She had come to expect and be ready for the unexpected. She said the fact that she always dresses in something tight and sexy is a reminder to herself that Mike might want her to sexually serve him, or someone else, and she should always be in the correct mindset for that. The clothes help remind her that she is his property and should always be ready to serve. At this point she told me that while Mike won’t require it, it will be best if I always wear panties so I will never forget that I am a sissy that is always just one word away from sexual servitude.

5. NEVER cum, or have sex of any kind, without Mike’s permission. She mentioned that my wife will be his and that I will not be allowed to have any sex with her, of any kind, without Mike’s approval. I wasn’t allowed to masturbate and that it is likely that he will suggest I lock myself in a chastity device and when he does that I should remember Rule

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I listened intently and had various moments of excitement and fear as she explained what giving my power to Mike meant. But ultimately I was committed to being Mike’s property and I decided I would strongly internalize these five rules. Heather had me repeat the rules back to her numerous times as she spread body lotion over my newly shaved body. He touch felt really good and it took all of my will power to not get another raging hard-on.

In the end the process left me smooth and soft, the way a woman would be. I have to admit it felt good and it also seemed the obvious first step. If I was to be Mike’s sissy slave, my wife his fuck toy, then obviously I did not need my body hair as only men have body hair and I was freely relinquishing my manhood to Mike.

Heather stepped back from me and inspected me like a piece of meat. She smiled and said, “how does step one feel?”

“It definitely feels different.” Was my only response. I was running my hands over my body and marveling how I had just given up a key part of traditional masculinity so easily.

“I think Mike will be pleased. He likes his sissy subs to keep themselves hairless at all times. Now one more thing.”

At this point she opened up a box that contained three butt plugs. A smallish one, a medium one, and one that looked painfully big.

“We will start today with the small one while you serve him orally, then switch to the medium one in preparation of him taking your ass later today. The big one is your goal. You will wear a plug at all times, and by the end of this week it will be the big one. Now bend over and since we won’t do anything you don’t want, ask me to insert the first one and start your anal training.”

I bent over, putting my hands on the toilet and asked, “I am pleased to be your obedient sissy slave, so please begin my training and insert the first plug.” As I said it I was actually proud of my commitment to this process and that so far I hadn’t lost my nerve. I was going to be Mike’s property and each of these steps made that a deeper reality (pun intended!).

Heather put a small amount of lube on the plug and wiped a bit on my asshole. She then inserted a finger into me. I should have felt violated, but instead all I felt was desire. A second finger went in and she started to loosen me up. It did hurt a bit, but that was all part of my commitment to Mike.

“I think you are ready.”

With this she positioned the plug and pushed it in. It burned as the fat part entered but then Bayan Escort immediately the pain was replaced by a full and very arousing feeling. My cock got immediately hard and she reached around me and wiped some pre-cum that was leaking onto her finger.

“Oh you are going to be a great ass slut if you are already cumming!” She then fed me her finger and I licked my own pre-cum off. As she did this, she used her other hand to start pulling the plug out and pushing it back in.

“Every hour you should spend 5-10 minutes fucking your ass with the plug. That will help you be as ready as possible to accept Mike’s cock where ever and whenever he sees fit.

“Yes, Mistress.” My answer was almost a pant as the arousal from her motions with the plug had me in heat.

“Are you ready to serve your master?” she asked as she jammed the plug fully in.

“Yes Mistress” I responded with enthusiasm (remembering Rule
)!

“It may take you a while to learn to walk and keep the plug inserted. To help you be motivated, each time you have to interrupt what we are doing to push it back in, Mike has asked me to give you five whips with my cane. He wants it to be five every time. In fact, bend over now, as I am going to help you understand how much you don’t want to be in that situation.”

I bent over and almost immediately a sharp crack hit my ass. It hurt like hell. I squealed a bit. Before I could even recover my breadth, she hit me again, and then almost immediately again. My ass was on fire.

“Look back at me. What do you want?”

The pain was blinding but my focus on serving won out. “The final two strokes.”

“Excellent choice!” she said as she hit me a fourth time. She then ran her hand over my ass and explained, “The last one is always the worst. I have a bit of a sadistic side and I always save the hardest hit for last. So tell me again what you want?”

“Please mistress, hit me the fifth time. Mike always wants five and I always want him to be satisfied,”

She laughed, called me an “obedient little sissy” and hit me the fifth time. The pain took my breadth away and I struggled not to cry. I fought thru it and said, “Thank you Mistress.”

“My pleasure” was her response as she laughed. “Stand up and follow me to Mike’s study. Don’t worry, you will be mostly on your knees there so your ass should be fine!”

I followed her doing my utmost best to keep the plug in my ass. The thought of five more strokes was highly motivating.

We entered Mike’s study and she told me to stand with my feet slightly apart, my hands clasped behind my back and my head bowed slightly. “This is your normal standing position. Never forget that you are his property and thus will always be in the ready to serve position.”

I assumed the position. She added, “a bit later Mike will teach you your standard kneeling position, and the reality is you will be in that even more.”

As she said that Mike entered. I stayed still and quiet. He walked over to Heather, gave her a big kiss, and then pulled her top down so that it supported, but didn’t cover her breasts. He proceeded to fondle her breasts for a good 3-4 minutes. She accepted his touches without any resistance and definitely seemed to enjoy herself.

“Thank you Heather for getting our neighbor ready for me. Was he a good boy?”

“Yes my love. He is very ready to serve you as you predicted. He has been completely shaved and is currently wearing his first plug. And he has a full understanding of what happens if he does not wear his plugs well.”

“Did you introduce him to your cane?”

“Of course my dear. He was appropriately obedient so disappointingly I only got to give him his five training hits.”

“Hey faggot, my wife, a woman that I love dearly is disappointed. What do you suggest?”

I knew this was my first test. I knew passing this test was going to hurt, and hurt badly. But I answered as I should, “I would encourage her to enjoy herself with her cane until she was no longer disappointed.”

“So you would like her to hit you again?” He was enjoying this.

“Yes sir, because if I have disappointed her, I have disappointed you, and that would be a bad way to start my first day serving you.”

“Well my dear, there you have it. Our neighbor would like you to enjoy yourself. Give me one minute to go grab Maddy as I think she would like to watch. She loves to see you drain the last bit of manhood and resistance out of people.”

Mike exited and Heather came over and started to rub her cane on my body. “I would say I was sorry that this was really going to hurt, but funny thing is, I am not sorry!” She smiled at me and continued to run her can against my hairless body.

A moment later Mike returned with Maddy, who looked amazing wearing a light blue cropped top that showed off her perfect waist, while also being stretched tightly across her breasts. She smiled at me and then spoke to her mother, “I actually enjoyed last night with Jim, but I think I will enjoy this Escort even more. I love watching you do your thing.”

Maddy joined Mike on the love seat and he immediately started to massage her breasts. The fact that this all happened so nonchalantly was further proof that Mike truly owned both of these women. He freely groped the daughter while instructing the mother to abuse me. And both seemed happy in their role. For a moment I got lost in my thoughts related to how giving your power to another truly was freeing and then…

CRACK!

Heather hit me on the thigh with her cane. And then without slowing down she worked her way around me connecting with my chest, my calf, my back and my stomach. I felt on fire. She laughed and exclaimed, “I love this!”

She came over to me and ran the cane under my cock and balls and asked “Did faggot boy have a good night with my daughter?”

I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to answer or remain quiet. She gave me a quick slap on the inside on my thigh and asked, “Well?”

“Yes Mistress, your daughter is amazing and the most beautiful woman I have ever been with!”

“But who does she belong to sissy boy?” She seemed to be enjoying taunting me and calling me faggot and sissy. I couldn’t argue with her as I was enduring her torture so I would get another chance to suck Mike’s cock and taste his cum!

“Master Mike, Mistress.”

“Yes indeed!” she replied and started another assault on my body. I was now sweating, crying, and praying that I didn’t let the butt plug fall out. She used her cane to abuse me while taunting me. She made me repeat that I was a sissy faggot many times, even though it didn’t stop her assault. Finally after about 20 minutes, Mike spoke.

“Ask her for five more hits, and then five more for Maddy, and then we can be done.”

I was crying from the pain, but I found my courage and resolve and asked, “Please Mistress, give me your cane five more times, enjoying each of the hits!”

She laughed, and said “I am impressed faggot, you have done well. Count my hits and ask for the next one each time.”

Slap. Her cane hit my calf. The pain screeched thru my leg. I fought thru enough to say, “One, may I have the next Mistress?”

This continued thru all five. I was not sure how I was going to keep going when Maddy got off the couch, her breasts now exposed and walked up to me.

“Now ask her for my hits baby. But make me really happy and ask for 10!”

I started to cry at the thought, but was able to look at Maddy as I said, “Mistress, please give me 10 of your best hits to make Maddy happy.”

Maddy stayed right there and stared at me as her mom demolished me with her cane. After the final hit, she leaned in and kissed me and said, “thanks lover boy.”

With that she walked back over to Mike and sat on the floor at his feet. Mike ran his hand thru her hair and all parties involved could see that Mike was in charge.

“Thank you wife for reminding me to never get on your bad side!” Mike laughed as he complimented Heather. “Come here and join your daughter. We just might need to give sissy boy a few minutes to compose himself.”

Heather walked over to Mike, leaned in and kissed him, and then joined her daughter on the floor at his feet. He truly was The Man.

I struggled but finally got control of my breathing and stopped crying. As I recovered, Mike spoke to me.

“As you have just experienced, my power is complete. You completed it and asked for the abuse. I did not order you to take it, you gladly took it knowing that it pleased me. This is your new life. Sometimes it will be pleasure, sometimes pain, but it will always involve you giving me control. I could take what I want from you, but that is not true submission. You must want to give me everything. Give me pleasure. Give me your pain. Are you ready to make this final and official?”

“Yes Master.”

“Good, start by going over to the table over there and signing all of the documents. There is a pink tag where each of your signatures goes. You can ask me what they say, but I would prefer you just sign them.”

I went over to the table and saw the documents. I signed 8 times. I didn’t read them, I didn’t ask about them. I simply obeyed.

“Excellent. One of those documents gives me permission to film and publish any and all interactions we have. So please stand for a moment while Maddy gets the camera set up. We want a nice video of you making your final commitment.”

I waited in the ready position, staying focused enough to hold the butt plug in my ass. Maddy left and returned with a tripod and camera. She then connected the camera to a laptop and turned to Mike and gave him a nod.

Mike began. “Answer each of my questions. What is your full name?”

“James Peter Lammers”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“What do you want?”

“To be your sissy slave and serve you.”

“Do you want to suck my cock?”

“Yes”

“Do you want to swallow my cum?”

“Yes, please.”

“Do you want me to fuck your ass?”

“God yes.” By this point I was so horny I was breathing heavy. This simple ask and answer was so incredibly arousing. My cock was fully hard and all I wanted to do was drop to my knees and taste his cock again.

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