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“I’ve been fucking your wife for the last three months, and she fucking loves it!” Came the shocking confession from one of my oldest friends, Steve.

“Fuck you… You’re lying.” I replied.

“Oh yeah… Then whats this?” He snarled, showing me his phone.

I looked down to see several messages between him and my wife. I only read the last couple, which were of them arranging to meet up on the following Saturday night. I felt sick seeing a message from my wife to him, saying she was looking forward to it, and with kisses at the end.

I looked at him and shook my head. “You cunt.” I said and I turned to walk away.

Steve was as drunk as I’d ever seen him. “Is that all you’re going to say?” He slurred. I ignored him and continued walking in the direction of my house.

I don’t even remember how we got to that moment. We had been out drinking all day and it was the early hours of the following morning. The rest of our friends had gone home and it was just Steve and I stumbling back from the pub.

As the night wore on Steve seemed in the mood to provoke me, he disagreed with everything I said, but when I didn’t bite he started to get personal. Eventually culminating in him confessing to me that he’s been fucking my wife.

I don’t know if he had planned to tell me, but he had been unusually spiteful towards me all day. Earlier, in the pub I was taking a piss in the toilet when he came in and stood next to me.

“It hasn’t grown much has it… since we were kids I mean.” He said, looking down at my cock and laughing.

“Fuck off.” I replied, brushing it off as if I wasn’t that bothered.

I had a peek at his cock as he stood next to me pissing into the trough. I didn’t need to, I’d seen it many times and I knew it was massive. I’d always felt more than a bit inferior to him.

So that, along with a few other jibes, seemed to be the catalyst in him telling me he’d been sleeping with my wife.

I stumbled along with Steve shouting insults at me from down the street. The rain had begun to fall harder and it felt like a scene from a movie. I was crying at the thought of my unfaithful wife fucking my supposed friend, while that supposed friend was shouting things like “needle dick,” at me as he presumably trying to provoke me into a fight.

Looking back, I think he was being so horrible because he had been feeling guilty, either way it hurt like a bitch.

I crawled into bed next to my wife, cold and wet from the rain. She stirred and put her warm arm out to touch me. “Did you have a good night?” She asked.

“Not really.” I replied.

“Oh really… why? She asked.

I wasn’t going to say anything until the morning as I was drunk and I knew that it wouldn’t make for the most coherent conversation, buy as she was awake and inquiring about my night, I decided to tell her what I’d found out.

“Well Steve told me you’ve been fucking him for the last three months, which wasn’t exactly the nicest thing to hear.” I said

Jo sat up and looked at me. Her beautiful big eyes were deep and serious, her long dark eyelashes flickered in the half light as she swept her hair from her face “Oh..” she said. I looked her in the eyes.

“Why?” I asked in a disappointed tone. I was surprisingly calm for someone who had just found out his wife had been cheating on him, and I think it bothered Jo.

“I don’t know,” She said, tears filling up her eyes. “Oh my god…,I’m so sorry.”

I couldn’t help but feel stupidly attracted to her in that moment. I could see a nipple poking out of her silk night dress as she held her hands to her face and wept.

“How did it happen?” I demanded to know.

“I can’t even begin to tell you….” She gulped. “I…. I’m so sorry.” She cried.

“It’s the least I deserve, to know the truth… I’m going to go and sleep downstairs and in the morning I want you tell me everything.” I said, again very calmly.

“Don’t, please… stay here with me.” She said, sobbing uncontrollably by this point. She put her hand out to touch mine, but I pulled away and got up off the bed. “please?” she begged.

“Not tonight.” I said, walking towards the door. “Like I said, in the morning you tell me everything so I can gain some understanding of what the fuck has happened to us… Then we’ll go from there.”

“What do you mean go from there?” she cried. “Are you going to leave me?”

“I don’t know yet.” I said as I walked out of the room and left her there crying to herself.

The bright sun hurt my heavy eyes as it peeked through the curtain of the front room. My head was pounding and the realisation of what had happened hit me like a brick. I lay there for a half an hour before the door slowly creaked open and my wife timidly walked in. “Morning,” she said in an almost apologetic tone.

Jo looked a mess, her dark hair all dishevelled, heavy eyes like my own, but still naturally sexy, even at her worst. She was still in her short silk night dress which barely covered her arse cheeks and as she sat down next to me I got bakırköy escort the briefest glimpse of her cunt.

“Do you want a cup of tea?” she asked.

“Yes please.” I replied. I couldn’t help but look at her pert little arse as she walked out of the room. I was confused as to what I was actually feeling. In all

honesty I felt more attracted to her than I’d ever been and I think it had something to do with knowing that someone else wanted her as well, like she’d become a sex symbol or something.

She returned with two cups of tea and perched herself on the couch where I’d been sleeping. I sensed that she was ready to talk. “Go ahead.” I said. “tell me everything.”

Jo took a deep breath and let out a big sigh. “Okay, I made a huge mistake and I didn’t know how to end it with him.” She said. “I slept with him three months ago, when you were away with work. We met in the pub, I was drunk, he came on to me and I stupidly let him kiss me, then one thing led to another and I ended up going back to his place… and… well….”

“Go on.” I said nervously, eager to know more, but at the same time feeling like covering my ears.

“Well I woke up the next day and instantly regretted it… I told him we could never speak about it because it could ruin my marriage. But he kept on saying he wanted me again and he basically blackmailed me. He said that he’d tell you everything if I didn’t fuck him again, there and then.”

“So you fucked him again the next morning?” I said, my heart beating faster. Jo nodded listlessly

“Fucking hell.” I found myself saying. “And the next time?”

“Not for a few weeks, I thought that was that but he kept asking to see me, so I met him after work one night when you were out somewhere.”

“And you fucked him again?”

“Yes,” she said with her head bent low.

“How many times have you fucked him in the last three months?” I asked, feeling the anger building inside me.

“Oh… I don’t know… not that many.”

“Give me a ball park figure.” I demanded.

“Um…” she stuttered nervously, trying to skirt around the subject. “I don’t know.”

“HOW MANY?” I barked.

“Twenty,” she said, “maybe less”

I sat back and closed my eyes, trying somehow to come to terms with the fact that my so called mate had stuck his dick in my wife twenty fucking times.

We sat in silence for what seemed like an age, before I finally asked her the question I’d been dying to ask. “Did you like it?”

Jo just looked at me as if the words wouldn’t come out. “Answer me,” I said in a more assertive manner.

“I don’t know… it was different I guess.”, She replied.

“Tell me the truth… You fucked this guy twenty times and you don’t know if you enjoyed it?” I said, getting more annoyed at her evasiveness.

“It was okay,” she replied, not giving much away.

“How big is his dick?” I asked, noticing that she was becoming more uncomfortable with my questions.

“I don’t know, I didn’t measure it,” she said, tutting under her breath.

“Is it bigger than mine?” I probed further, knowing the answer to that question for a fact.

“God, I don’t know for fucks sake,” she yelled.

“Yes you do.” I barked back at her, trying to get some honesty out of her. “I asked you for the truth, the least you can do is be honest with me after all you’ve done.”

“What do you want me to say… that he’s got a big dick and I enjoy fucking him? Is that what you want to hear?” She yelled.

“If that’s the truth then yes. I just want honesty, else we may as well forget everything.” I said, looking deep into her eyes. “Is that the truth?”

She paused for a second. “Yes… thats the truth,” she said biting her bottom lip as if to ask for forgiveness. “I’m sorry.”

It was as if someone had reached inside me and ripped my heart out, yet at the same time I felt more attracted to her than ever before. I didn’t know if I wanted to slap her or fuck her.

The fact was the more I thought about my wife getting fucked by my friend, the more I found myself getting aroused by it. I wanted to know details, I wanted to know everything, but I was still angry and hurt by their deceit.

“What do you want to do now?” I asked her. “Do you want to see him again?”

“No. I want to fight for my marriage, I want to do everything in my power to repair what I have wrecked.” She began to sob again. I tenderly put my arm around her and she nestled her head into my chest. “I love you so much, I’m so sorry.” She cried. “Say we’ll get through this!?”

“I really don’t know.” I told her. “A lot would have to change”.

The next few days went by and I was distant with her, I didn’t give her any kisses or tell her I loved like I usually would, I slept downstairs, away from her, because I wanted her to know how much she’d hurt me.

I got a few missed calls from Steve, and eventually a message apologising profusely for what he’d done, All of which I ignored.

However şirinevler escort I knew in my mind that I wouldn’t leave my wife, I knew I’d forgive her and the main reason I knew this is because I wasn’t angry with the fact she fucked someone else.

I wouldn’t have been angry if she told me she wanted to fuck someone else, the pure thought of it made me feel something strange, something new that I couldn’t put my finger on, I actually began to enjoy the thought of her with another man. I was just so god damn pissed off that she felt the need to lie to me, her husband.

Every night until the following weekend I went to bed early, downstairs. I told her I wanted to be alone and I didn’t want to spend the evenings with her. She would go upstairs to bed alone. What she didn’t know of course was that every night that week I masturbated to the thought of her fucking my friend.

She was absolutely gutted and kept asking me if I was going to file for divorce or get a place of my own. I let her stew until Friday and I decided we needed to have a drink together.

Eight o-clock came and Jo came in to say goodnight. She was just wearing one of my hoodies, which covered half of her bare arse and her frontage.

I told her to sit down and I poured us both out some wine. As she perched herself on the couch I could see she had a pair of black, frilly knickers on as the hoodie rode up to her waist. She crossed her long smooth legs and rested her elbow on her knee.

We chatted, not about what had happened, but about general stuff that we had missed talking about that week. Then eventually she asked “Are we going to be okay?”

“I need honesty, one hundred percent. I need you to tell me if I don’t satisfy your needs, if you want to fuck someone else.” I said. “I’m hurt by your deceit more than the thought of you fucking him.”

Jo smiled, a look of relief came over her face. “I swear I will never lie to you again, I will never cheat on you. I’m so sorry. I will do anything, absolutely anything you ask.”

I looked at my wife in a totally different light, she was like a stranger, an extremely beautiful and sexy stranger nonetheless.

“Tell me what you did with him.” I asked her. “I mean describe it to me, I want details.” I said, looking her in the eye as seriously as I could.

“Come on,” Jo replied, shaking her head in disbelief. “Don’t do this to yourself. I just want to forget it.”

“Okay, I’ll go to bed now then, you can leave the room.” I said finishing the last of my wine and screwing the lid back on the bottle.

“Please,” she said. “Can’t we just talk about something else?”

“I told you what I wanted to talk about, if you’re not willing to discuss it then we’re done.”

“Okay, we can discuss it if you want, but please, only if it will help!?” She said.

“Go on then… start at the start, I have all night.”

Jo puffed out a breath of air. I was so attracted to her in that moment, she looked even more sexy in the dimmed light of the room. Her dark hair fell over her eyes slightly and she nervously blew it away from her face.

“Well… that first night went back to his. I was drunk and I’d kissed him outside the pub, I can’t remember exactly what happened but he invited me in and I accepted. I don’t know if I really thought we were going to have sex or just chat, I wasn’t thinking straight and I made a huge mistake.”

“It was a huge mistake,” I said, feeling oddly turned on in anticipation of what she may say next. “But you kept making it.”

“I did,” she said, looking down ashamedly.

“Then what?”

“We had sex.” She said, looking at me with almost apologetic puppy dog eyes, which made my cock stir in my pants.

“Details.” I replied. Jo looked away and started talking.

“We kissed… He unzipped my dress and touched my breasts. I liked his touch, it was different, something I hadn’t felt in a long time. I kept telling myself to make an excuse and go, but one thing led to another and soon he had his hand on my pussy.” She said, all the time looking away and avoiding eye contact with me. “I let him finger me… it felt good, it was something taboo that I knew I shouldn’t be doing and it gave me a rush.”

I felt my cock stiffen up in my pants at her confessing her sins to me, I think she could tell I was enjoying hearing it because I noticed her posture loosen up and language change.

Jo looked at me lustfully, I looked back at her, deep in her beautiful eyes. “Please continue.” I encouraged her.

“Are you sure?” She asked. “It’s like I’m torturing you.”

“I’m sure… and you’re not torturing me by telling me about something you enjoyed. If you tell me you hated every second of it, that would be torture to hear. I cant be angry by my wife enjoying herself, only by her lying and keeping things from me.” I told her.

I’d had a couple of glasses of wine by this point and I felt like I didn’t care what she thought of me anymore. Like I didn’t care if she thought I beylikdüzü escort was weird for enjoying her describing herself fucking another man, after all she had done it. “Please continue..” I requested.

“I unzipped his jeans and felt inside,” she said, finishing her glass of wine and pouring another. She took a long gulp of her drink and continued. “It was hard, and… well, you know…quite.” She couldn’t bring herself to say it, and for some warped reason I need to hear it.

“No, I don’t know.” I lied. “Tell me.”

“Jesus, are you getting off on this or something?” She asked in a confused tone.

“What if I am?” I replied, feeling a little giddy. I couldn’t believe that I was basically admitting to my wife that her infidelity turned me on.

“Fuck it, if it’s really what you want to hear.” She took a deep breath. “It was massive.” She said, looking at me nervously from the corner of her eye. “Like huge.” She put her hands a certain distance apart to show me his length.”

“And how did it feel?” I encouraged her.

“Good… it felt fantastic, I couldn’t wait to feel it inside me.” Jo confessed. “I’m so sorry you have to hear this, but I just had to suck it.”

“Wow.” I said, still not quite believing that I felt so turned in by it. Jo couldn’t believe it either, she practically necked her second glass of wine and poured the small amount left in the bottle into her glass.

“We need more wine if you want me to continue.” She said, breaking into a semi nervous giggle.

As I stood up and walked out of the room to get another bottle, I had to adjust my trousers to hide my erection. When I walked back in with a new bottle Jo told me she had noticed I was hard.

“Do you want me to take care of that thing for you?” she asked. I was so confused, I wanted to punish her, but at the same time I wanted her so badly. I looked into her eyes.

“Not yet,” I said. “I’m enjoying your confession, I just need more details, I want to hear exactly how he made you feel. Don’t worry, I can take it.” I told her.

I could tell she was feeling drunk by now and I knew it would make her less inhibited. “I took him in my mouth! It had been a long time since I sucked a cock other than yours and I hadn’t had a big one like his since I was a teenager.” She said. “God it felt big between my lips. I sucked him for a few minutes and tasted his pre-cum. I took as much of it as I could in my mouth, which was probably about half.” She told me.

I know when she deep throats me she can get it all the way in, so this description made it all feel a bit more real.

“Before I knew it, he practically ripped my dress off me until I was naked. It was so fucking passionate.” She said.

Any cares I had about what Joanne thought of me had vanished by this stage and I put my hand down my pants to feel my hard, inadequate cock.

Jo looked down at my crotch and smiled. “Babe,” she said looking me directly in the eyes and pulling her hoodie up over her head to show me her her tits.

“Yes?” I replied, staring from her beautiful eyes to her beautiful pert tits and back several times.

“He bent me over and slid his massive cock inside my dripping cunt.” She said, putting her hand on my upper leg and sliding it towards my crotch. I had to stop masturbating and hold myself from cumming at hearing this.

She forcefully pulled my hand out of my pants and stuck her own hand down there. “I think I came before he even had it half the way in.” She told me, gripping my balls tightly. “You know how I love a good vaginal orgasm.” She said, beginning to stroke my cock.

“Fuck,” I said, totally in awe of her at that moment. “Stop.” I told her, trying desperately not to cum.

“Stop what?” She said, taking control of me in more ways than one. “Stop describing how wonderful it felt to have your friend’s huge penis inside me, or stop what I’m doing to you?”

“Fuck it, don’t stop.” I changed my mind, and Jo began to jerk my cock quicker.

“As you wish,” she said, gripping my cock tightly and twisting it as she jerked.

“Tell me more!” I begged.

“Well he sunk his cock so deep inside me I just kept cumming and cumming. I was in a permanent state of orgasm for about fifteen minutes. Then eventually he pushed my head into the pillow and began to cum inside me.” She said, looking deep into my eyes as she stroked me.

“No condom?” I managed to somehow ask. A question I’d been dying to know the answer to.

“No condom!” she said, shaking her head and biting her lip seductively. With that I shot a huge load of cum out of my cock, over her hand and my belly. Jo gripped tighter and coaxed every drop of semen from my cock, massaging my balls as she jerked me. She circled her finger around my arse hole to give me that heightened pleasure, as she always would.

I collapsed back on the sofa like I’d never felt anything like it and watched Jo lick her hand clean of my jism. She sucked it off her fingers and came towards me. I could see a drip of my cum hanging off her bottom lip. “Kiss me,” she requested slowly edging her head towards mine.

We kissed passionately for a few blissful minutes, I could taste the saltiness of my own semen on her lips as she put her tongue in my mouth, before the sudden reality kicked back in and I started to feel shameful again. Joanne held me tight as I began to cry. “I love you.” She said.

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Day Forty

Rose was right: in the cold light of morning I was not so fatalistic. The effects of the cream had worn off, and I yelped when I tried to pull up my clean knickers, but Rose refused to rub on a second application.

“They might notice when they inspect you,” she said: “besides, it’s only a small tube, and you’re going to need it tomorrow.”

“Don’t remind me Rose.”

I squatted over the bucket, wincing again. I remembered what Prana had told me of the time she had been hit with the crop: how she couldn’t sleep or use the bucket properly.

I dragged myself into the corridor, and was immediately bombarded with questions. What had happened yesterday? Was it true I had tried to attack Dawes? Some of the women were even applauding me, treating me like a heroine, for something I had not done. All I wanted was news of Prana, but none was forthcoming. I was glad when I was back in my cell.

“Have you actually seen your bottom?” Rose asked, when I peeled my knickers off again.

“I’m not sure I want to,” I said: but Rose had taken the tarnished mirror down from the shelf, and was holding it to my behind. I couldn’t resist turning my head to look.

“Oh God,” I said. What I saw was a long weal: the red skin was raised and puckered as though a tiny mole had burrowed under it, across the width of my buttocks.

“Nasty, isn’t it?” said Rose. “I’ll put some more cream on when they’ve inspected us.”

She replaced the mirror, and I ran my fingers gingerly over the weal.

“I need to wash my legs,” I said, soaking my flannel under the tap. “I wet myself yesterday: we both did.”

“I could tell,” said Rose. “I wiped you down yesterday as best I could when I shaved you.”

“So you did shave me,” I said. “I thought I was dreaming. Thank you.”

I wiped myself down again, not forgetting my feet and ankles: though pain shot through my bottom when I tried to bend down. I had just finished when the door clanged open, and in came Clark and Bradley with breakfast.

“Well, well,” said Clark, eyeing my bottom: “Officer Dawes has done a good job there. Hurt, does it?”

“Yes Sir,” I said.

“Ain’t nothing to how it’s gonna hurt tomorrow,” said Bradley.

“What’s going to happen tomorrow?” asked Rose, sharply. Clark turned on her:

“Your little cellmate’s going to get what’s coming to her for assaulting a Prison Warden,” said Clark.

“She didn’t assault anybody,” said Rose: “she was trying to stop Kumali.”

“You’d better watch what you’re saying,” said Clark. “Or you might just get a couple of stripes of your own.”

Rose gave Clark a hostile look, but said no more. Clark turned to me again:

“Message from Officer Dawes,” she said: “You can expect twelve more like that at Exercise tomorrow.”

“Twelve?” I said in horror.

“A nice round dozen,” grinned Bradley. “And the same for your little friend.”

“In front of the whole prison,” said Clark.

“Enjoy your porridge Goldilocks,” said Bradley, as they left.

My appetite, which had been growing, had deserted me.

“Twelve,” I said to Rose, as though I couldn’t believe it. “Rose, how am I going to bear it? How’s Prana going to bear it?”

“Never mind her,” said Rose impatiently. “She should have had more sense than try to throw her nappy at Dawes: it’s you I’m worried about. We can’t let this happen Chloe.”

“We can’t stop it Rose,” I said.

“Just shut up and eat your porridge Chloe and let me think.”

I forced the porridge down me, feeling sick with apprehension. Prana had been given three once, and had suffered unimaginable pain. Never again, she had said. And now it was to be twelve. In front of the whole prison. I thought back to Cradock, tied to Vaulting Horse: they had only used the strap on her, yet her bottom at the end had been red and raw. I remembered her howls. I remembered the reactions of the other prisoners, sympathy giving way to annoyance, as their precious hour of Exercise was denied them. Was that how Prana and I would be viewed?

The door opened again: it was Raymond and Mrs Tiggywinkle, come to inspect our shaves.

“How are your legs today Littlehayes?” asked Raymond, giving my pussy such a cursory glance I realised it would not have mattered for once if I had not been shaved.

“A bit better thank you Sir,” I said.

“That is good,” said Raymond. “And your bottom: it still hurt?”

“Yes,” I said. “Though not quite as much, Sir.”

The two Wardens made to leave; but before Raymond could follow Mrs Tiggywinkle out Rose said:

“Officer Raymond: may I speak to you please?”

“Of course Mason.”

“May I speak in private please?”

Raymond gestured to Mrs Tiggywinkle, who left the cell and closed the door behind her.

“Raymond,” said Rose urgently: “about yesterday: Chloe didn’t attack Dawes: she was trying to stop Kumali.”

“Leave it Rose,” I said wearily.

“No,” said Rose. “She’s going to be flogged tomorrow for something she didn’t do.”

“I know this Rose,” said Raymond, lowering her voice.

“You know?” asked Rose in surprise.

“Yes ataköy escort Rose: I see it happen: I hear her shout Kumali to stop.”

“Then why didn’t you tell Hardiman and Dawes?” Rose almost shouted.

“Sshhh Rose, not so loud. I try to say this: but Officers Hardiman and Dawes do not listen: they have made up their minds.”

“But Raymond, this can’t happen: if you know Chloe didn’t do it surely the other Officers know as well?”

“I cannot say what they know for sure Rose. Officer Clark sees what Officer Dawes sees. Officer Bradley likewise. Officer Causer…” Raymond shrugged.

“What about the prisoners?” persisted Rose. “Some of them saw what happened. Can’t Dawes question everyone?”

“Officer Dawes will place no value on the testimony of prisoners,” said Raymond.

“Isn’t there anything you can do?” pleaded Rose. “They’re going to be flogged tomorrow – twelve strokes of the riding crop – please Raymond.”

“I will tell Officer Hardiman what I saw and heard,” said Raymond. “That is all I can do. But I make no promises.”

“Thank you,” said Rose.

“Now I must go,” said Raymond.

“Well, there’s a glimmer of hope,” said Rose, when Raymond had left.

“I suppose so,” I said. In truth I didn’t know whether to be hopeful or not, caught as I was between two appalling alternatives: being thrashed with the riding crop, or leaving Prana to be thrashed on her own. At least it was Rose, not me, who had taken the initiative: the matter was out of my hands.

By lunchtime there had been no news. Bradley and Mrs Tiggywinkle brought us some sandwiches, but neither said anything beyond the usual jibes. After lunch Rose settled down to masturbate, and I tried to empty my bowels, though the pain in my bottom was such that it was an uncomfortable and unsatisfactory business. Then, somewhere around mid-afternoon, the door was unlocked and Bradley put her head inside:

“Get your knickers on Goldilocks,” she said. “You’re wanted.”

I shot Rose a look: my heart started to beat faster, and I dragged on my knickers and skirt and stood up.

“Cuffs on,” said Bradley, holding up a pair of handcuffs and dangling them in front of me as though dangling a carrot in front of a donkey. I held out my hands, but she laughed and said:

“Behind your back.”

So I put my hands behind my back, and Bradley locked on the cuffs and shepherded me out of the cell. We tramped down a corridor, round a corner, and came in sight of the Examination Room.

“Where are we going Sir?” I asked apprehensively.

“You’ll find out,” Bradley said.

To my relief we passed the Examination Room, and continued, into an unfamiliar part of the prison, until Bradley came to a halt outside a wooden door which bore a sign in gold lettering: ‘CHIEF OFFICER HARDIMAN’.

Bradley knocked, and a voice bade her come in.

Bradley took my shoulder and I found myself walking on brown carpet, into a room that was evidently Hardiman’s office. My glance took in a functional office desk with metal legs, a swivel chair, several metal filing cabinets, and windows which let in light from outside. I barely had time to register the furnishing, though, for I was at once turned by Bradley to face a side wall, along which a number of upright chairs were arranged. On each chair sat a Warden, with Dawes and Hardiman at the centre.

“Prisoner Littlehayes,” said Bradley.

“Thank you Officer Bradley,” said Hardiman. “Take the cuffs off her please.”

Bradley unlocked the cuffs, then planted her sticking-out arse on the last vacant chair.

“Get your clothes off Littlehayes,” said Dawes: I noticed she was holding the riding crop, and I started to tremble: were they going to punish me now, in private, after all? I was shaking so much my fingers were fumbling with my clothes; but last I had everything off, and stood before them naked.

Dawes, who was sitting with one leg crossed over the other, tapped the palm of her left hand with the crop. My legs felt like jelly; my bladder started to spasm, making me press my legs together and close my eyes.

“If you wet yourself on this carpet I will thrash you here and now,” said Dawes, who again seemed to be able to bore into my secret fears. I made heroic efforts to control my muscles, but Dawes’ words had given me some relief: evidently, unless I wet myself, the intention was not to thrash me here and now.”

“Pay attention,” said Hardiman. “We’ve brought you here to get to the bottom of what happened yesterday in the showers.”

“Yes Sir,” I said.

“You’re going to tell us exactly what happened.”

“Yes Sir,” I said. “Well, I’d just come out –

“Not yet,” snapped Dawes. “We’re going to make sure you tell the truth.”

“I will tell the truth Sir,” I said.

“I know you will,” said Dawes: “because we’re going to use a lie detector on you.”

At that my heart started thumping again: I’d read about lie detectors and how unreliable they could be: supposing I told the truth, but because of my nervousness it gave the wrong reading? I looked round, expecting bahçelievler escort to see some sort of box on Hardiman’s desk: but instead Dawes got up and motioned to a device about the size of a car battery which was plugged into an electrical socket near the door. All I could see was a dial, and some leads which seemed to terminate in a cardboard box on the floor. Dawes bent down, reached into the box and took out two objects: the first was silver, and torpedo-shaped, like a lipstick holder only larger; the second was straighter, something like a metal pepper pot, with a red button at the top. Were these what I was supposed to hold in my hands? Both were connected by leads to the dial box.

Dawes put the object with the red button on her chair, and came towards me with the silver torpedo.

“Stand with your legs apart,” she ordered.

I did as she asked: then she squatted down in front of me, spread my pussy-lips roughly, and thrust the object inside me. I winced. Then she pulled some sort of harness out of her jacket pocket, fastened a narrow strip of leather around my waist, and a second, wider strip between my legs, fastening it tight over my vagina such that I could not push the object out.

“Cuff her again Officer Bradley,” she said.

Once more my hands were cuffed behind my back.

Dawes then resumed her chair, taking the second object with the red button in her hand.

“This is our specially patented lie detector,” she said. “Do you want to know how it works?”

“Yes Sir,” I said reluctantly – for I already had some idea. Dawes smiled the smile of a storybook fox before it eats the goose, and held out her hand. Then she pressed her thumb down on the red button and I felt a convulsion inside my vagina, accompanied by a tingling, clamouring pain. It was as though I had straddled an electrified fence: I yelped, bent double, flexed and squirmed to try to get away from the source of the pain, but that source was clamped firmly inside me. Then the current snapped off – Dawes had taken her thumb off the button – and I was left doubled-up, gasping, my shocked vagina throbbing uncomfortably.

“Stand up straight, you’re not hurt,” said Dawes.

I did my best to comply, and saw that all the Wardens except Raymond had grim smiles on their faces.

“Right,” said Dawes, who had moved over to the dial-box again: “There are five settings on that dial. Each one will give you an electric shock. What you experienced was the lowest level, setting one. Setting five will just about fry you alive. So I’m going to turn this dial to setting number four. I’ll leave it to your imagination what that will feel like.”

And with that Dawes turned the dial clockwise, and resumed her seat.

“You are now going to tell us exactly what happened in the showers,” she said, taking up the red-topped device again. “And if you tell the merest ghost of a lie I shall press this red button. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” I said, thoroughly terrified: I was the merest slip of Dawes’ thumb away from pain on an unimaginable scale. “But Sir – “

“What is it?” snapped Dawes.

“How will you know when I’m telling the truth?” I bleated.

Dawes stood up again, came right up to me, and pressed her face close to mine.

“Oh, I’ll know,” she said. “I’ll know because I’ll be watching you like a hawk. I’ll be watching your eyes, Littlehayes; I’ll be watching the movements you make with your head, and all the other little tics and evasions you’ll make without even knowing you’re making them. And if I do miss anything, Littlehayes, Chief Officer Hardiman will spot it for me. So believe me Littlehayes: I shall know when you’re telling a lie.”

Still staring into me, she backed away and resumed her chair.

“All right,” said Hardiman. “Start talking.”

I could not take my eye off Dawes’ thumb. Any thoughts I may have had about trying to protect Prana had vanished. I started to talk, but was immediately interrupted:

“Look straight ahead,” said Hardiman.

I started again.

“I’d just come out of the showers,” I said. “I was sitting drying myself. I saw Prana Kumali take off her nappy and walk across the room with it. I thought she was going to throw it at Prisoner Wilson – she’d been offensive to Prana earlier. I didn’t know what to do. Then I saw Prana was carrying her nappy towards the Wardens – towards you. I realised what she was going to do. I ran towards her to try to stop her. I shouted to her to stop. I tried to grab her arm, but it was too late. After that I don’t know what happened: somebody – Officer Clark – knocked me to the floor.”

My eyes reverted to the red knob. So far Dawes’ thumb had not moved.

“You and Kumali are as thick as thieves,” said Dawes: “we’ve all seen you in the showers, and in the Exercise Yard, like a couple of bitches on heat. You must have known what she was planning to do.”

“No Sir,” I said – cringing with expectation of the electric current inside me.

“No?” said Dawes. “Surely she would tell you something like that?”

“No Sir,” I said halkalı escort again. “I don’t think she’d made her mind up. I noticed her pacing backwards and forwards and biting her nails. I think it was a sudden decision.

“And anyway,” I went on. “If she had decided she wouldn’t have told me.”

“Why not?” demanded Dawes.

“Because I would have stopped her,” I said.

“And she said nothing at all about any intention to attack Officer Dawes in any way?” asked Hardiman.

“No Sir.”

“So how did you know what she was going to do when you saw her carrying her nappy across the showers?”

I hesitated.

“I’m watching you,” said Dawes.

The light from the window was slanting across me: I felt like I was standing under a spotlight.

“I just knew,” I said. “From her bearing, from the way she was walking – and from the state she was in earlier.”

“What state?” demanded Dawes.

“She was very upset at having to wear the nappy,” I said. “She was very – agitated.”

To my relief Dawes nodded.

“All right Littlehayes,” she said. “Suppose everything is as you say: that still doesn’t answer the biggest question: when you saw her coming to attack us, why did you decide to join in?”

“I didn’t Sir!” I protested. “I told you Sir, I tried to stop her.” Any second now I would be fried, bruised, internally electrified.

Dawes screwed up her face in scorn – but still her thumb held off.

“Why would you do that Littlehayes? You don’t like me. You hate my guts. If you saw somebody coming towards me with a shit-filled nappy you wouldn’t try to stop them: there’s nothing you’d enjoy more.”

“I – ” I said, then faltered.

“Well? Are you going to deny it?” said Dawes, flexing her thumb.

“I didn’t stop to think,” I said. “I saw what she was doing and ran to stop her because I knew it was wrong.”

“Wrong?” shouted Dawes: “you’re in here for serious drug offences: since when have you ever cared about right or wrong?”

“I did it for her,” I wailed: “I didn’t do it for your sake I did it because I knew she would get into trouble.”

I hardly knew whether the red button had been pressed or not, I was so distraught.

“All right Littlehayes,” said Hardiman. “That’s enough.”

“Yes Sir,” I said, trying to get a grip.

“Have you any more questions Officer Dawes?”

Dawes shook her head.

“Anyone else want to question Littlehayes?” asked Hardiman. There was head-shaking and a chorus of murmured ‘no’s.

Dawes came over to me, and unbuckled the harness. There was a sucking sound as the silver torpedo was withdrawn from my vagina. I drew in lungfuls of air. Dawes unplugged the dial box and replaced the leads and devices in the cardboard box.

“Littlehayes,” said Hardiman. “You’ve said your piece. The Wardens are now going to give their version of what happened. Officer Clark: please tell us what you saw and heard.”

“I saw two prisoners charging towards us,” said Clark. “One was Kumali, the other was Littlehayes. Kumali was carrying a missile of some sort. I didn’t stop to ask questions: I was nearest Littlehayes, so I flung her to the ground.”

“You did very well Officer Clark,” said Hardiman. “Did you hear anything? Did Littlehayes speak?”

“I heard her shout ‘No’ as I grabbed her,” said Clark.

“Was she saying ‘No’ to you or to Kumali?” Hardiman pressed.

“I don’t know,” said Clark. “Like I said, there was no time to ask questions.”

“Thank you Officer Clark,” said Hardiman. “Officer Bradley?”

“I saw Kumali rushing at us with a stinking nappy in her hand. She looked like she gonna throw it at Officer Dawes, so I hurled her over.”

“Did you see Littlehayes?”

“Not ’til I got Kumali on the ground. Then I saw Officer Clark on top of another prisoner. I didn’t know who she was at first. I heard somebody shouting, but I don’t know who.”

“Thank you Officer Bradley,” said Hardiman. “Officer Causer: please tell us what you saw.”

I eyed Mrs Tiggywinkle anxiously. Since the episode in the broom cupboard, I had had no contact with her beyond the formalities of meals and inspections – although once she had given my pussy what felt like a pinch whilst inspecting my shave. Did she harbour malice towards me over the flannel and chocolate?

“I didn’t see anything,” said Mrs Tiggywinkle. “I was looking the other way: then there was a commotion, and Officers were wrestling prisoners to the ground. You shouted for handcuffs, so I hurried away to fetch them.”

“Did you hear anything?” asked Hardiman.

“Someone was shouting,” said Mrs Tiggywinkle. “But someone is always shouting at Showers.”

“Thank you,” said Hardiman, who was displaying a civil attitude, at least to the other Wardens, I had barely thought her capable of. “Officer Raymond: please tell us what you saw.”

“Thank you Officer Hardiman,” said Raymond. “First I see Kumali coming towards us: she is carrying something: as she gets closer I see this is soiled nappy. The way she is holding it I think she is going to throw it. Then I see Littlehayes running towards us from the left. She is shouting: ‘No Prana no.’ As Kumali try to throw the nappy Littlehayes try to grab her arm. Then I join Officer Bradley wrestling Kumali to the ground. When I look up I see Littlehayes is also on the ground. Then I see nappy has hit the wall behind Officer Dawes: I think but for intervention of Littlehayes it may have hit Officer Dawes.”

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Renee’s heart pounded so hard against her chest, she thought she would explode, right then and there in front of everyone. But, nerves are funny things. It was a part thrill, part anxiousness of what was about to happen. Particularly, the impending fate of her long, gleaming curtain of sienna brown hair.

The world kink had no boundaries, as long as it was safe, sane and consensual. And hair fetish was a big part of it for some people.

Being the long term submissive and wife, Renee was keenly aware of her Master and husband, David’s fetish for her hair and haircuts. David was also the enigmatic owner of Club Citadel, where they played mostly on weekends.

“Hey, are you okay?” Lana asked Renee in the locker room, who almost jumped at her voice.

“I am…fine, I think,” Renee answered, unsure.

Lana smiled warmly at her and gave Renee was of those friendly bear hugs without another question. Yes, Renee needed it the most right now.

“Thank you,” Renee said. “I am really nervous as hell.”

“Well, it takes courage to consent for a demo like that,” Lana agreed.

It was a ritual followed at Club Citadel, that on every third Saturday of the month, a seasoned Master would demo a scene involving a variety of kink. Sometimes, it was Shibari, electric play, any kind of edge play or a kind of fetish. Today’s demo was: hair fetish. Master David took it upon himself to demonstrate to the crowd how to make a sub climax while giving her an extreme haircut that a Dom preferred for the Sub.

When David asked for Renee’s consent for a demo like this, she couldn’t say no to her Master. It wasn’t force or blind submission, but the deep longing to find your own pleasure in serving your Master. The thrill intoxicated her.

“I am excited and scared; it’s difficult to explain,” Renee admitted to Lana.

“I know the feeling. I felt the same when Xan picked up the cane for the first time,” Lana reminisced. “But you’d do so well in this demo, Renee. I am really excited to see it. In fact, I am supposed to stay quiet and kneel by Xan’s feet the whole time,” she admitted with a giggle.

Renee closed her eyes and bit nod her lower lips. “God! Everyone would be there,” she reminded herself.

It wouldn’t be the first time that she would be up for a demo, but this was a really crucial one.

“I think you should be at the hall by now,” Lana reminded Renee. “Master David hates tardiness.”

Renee quickly fixed the silk robe around her. “Oh, yes. I can’t afford a punishment right now. Bye!”

She hurried over to the hall as quickly as her wobbly legs could carry her and relaxed a little knowing she wasn’t late. But the giant leather-padded barbershop chrome chair with proper pedestal, placed at the center of the hall, whooshed the breath out of her lungs.

“I can do this,” she told herself and slowly padded towards the chair.

Obediently, she knelt by the chair while the people gathered around. There were mostly doms and subs, masters and their slaves and a few trainees. Renee did expect a big crowd as nobody gave up the chance to watch the mastery of a seasoned master like her husband, David.

The low murmur of the crowd suddenly dissipated as she felt a masculine hand petting her head gently. She knew the touch all too well and greedy leaned into it.

David bent a little, murmuring in her ears, “High protocol, Sub. Make me proud.”

Renee nodded. She knew “High protocol” meant she was not to speak unless otherwise permitted. The safe word was a proviso, but she hardly ever needed it with David.

As the graceful owner and host, he welcomed the people around him and turned to his beautiful sub. “Stand,” he ordered while offering his hand to her.

As graceful as a swan, she did. Swiftly, the robe was untied and shrugged off of her body, leaving her gloriously naked. He bunched her mid-back length brown hair at the back and helped her into the chair.

Renee squirmed a little when the cool leather came in contact with her naked derrière. The chair was exceptionally large. Swiftly, her hands were strapped to the armrests, and her thighs were pried apart as her legs were restricted, too.

“Binding the hands are optional,” Master David addressed the crowd. “But make sure her legs are wide open for your access.” To demonstrate, he swiftly channeled his fingers through her already wet slit a few times.

The low hum of agreement from the crowd intensified the exhibitionist in Renee.

Next, at the snap of his fingers, a trainee pushed forward a trolley of instruments. For the corner of her eyes, Renee gaped at it. It had various pairs of shinning hair cutting scissors, a few clippers and at least a handful of attachments, along with combs and hair styling products.

He picked up a wide tooth comb and began brushing her in the gentlest manner. “My sub has lovely hair, so long and beautiful, as you all can see,” bostancı escort he said with pride and then added, “Although it won’t be much longer once I am done with it.”

His words were like adding fuel to the fire in her nerves. He divided her hair into two ponytails, secured by flimsy rubber bands, at the lower back of her head.

With one hand, he tugged at her hair, while with the other hand he picked up a shiny new pair of scissors from the trolley. “If you are planning to give your sub one hell of an experience, I’d suggest you skip the cape,” he advised. “Let her feel every snip of her hair on her delicate breasts. Or the cool water droplets when you will be using the spray.”

With that, he brought one of the ponytails between the sharp scissor blades and began the shearing. The movements were slow and deliberate; Renee could feel the cold steel at the back of her neck while incessant ‘schnick, schnick’ kept humming in her ears. When the sound finally stopped, she heard a low gasp from the crowd. The women, especially the subs of other doms, stared wide-eyed at her.

David held up the severed long bunch of hair like a trophy and then dropped it at her feet. He calmly cupped her naked breasts in his large hands and murmured, “You are doing great sub. Relax. I have just begun.” David was deliciously intimidating; the duality of his actions has always kept Renee on the edge of thrill.

A slight tug yanked at her head once again as he began shearing the second ponytail off of her head. The ominous sound of scissors through her precious hair danced in waves around her and abruptly stopped again. This time the crowd cheered a bit more as the ponytail joined the previous bunch.

“Doesn’t she look beautiful without all this long hair?” David happily conversed with the crowd, simultaneously running the callused fingers over her sensitive nape. By now, Renee had a rough idea that her 16inch long hair was gone.

He picked up the spray bottle next, wetting her hair liberally. The water was exceptionally cool; a few droplets traveled down her neckline and flowed down the valley of naked bosom. “Make sure your sub’s hair is nicely damp. She better have the feeling that you are chopping off her beloved hair,” David demonstrated the crowd.

“Let’s give her some bangs now.” He combed down a good chunk over her face, the curtain of hair caressing her chin now. A strong grip held her crown while the scissors began severing the locks about half an inch above her forehead.

The snippets of damp hair slid down and settled between her splayed thighs, tickling. Renee began squirming in her seat in order to rub her thighs together to satisfy the growing wet heat.

David swiftly twisted her nipples, rebuking her. “Did I give you the permission to move?”

“No, Sir,” she meekly replied.

He picked up the clippers next notifying the crowd, “Now the real haircut begins.”

Renee swallowed a gasp wondering how far he was going to take this. Maybe if she climaxed sooner, the whole ordeal would end. But he was ready to drag this at his whim.

The deadly clippers were plugged in and roared to life instantly. He attacked the back with a vice-like grip on top of the head and pushed her chin down to her chest. Severed hair rained all around her, the vibration against her scalp shot down to her toes. An involuntary moan escaped her lips when the sensation began to assault her nerves.

The hairs at the back of her head were clipped down to half an inch by now. Suddenly she felt her head tilted sideways as the menacing clippers traveled towards her left. A huge chunk of hair accumulated over her shoulders, but some slid down her lap again. The little panic she in her bones at the thought of losing the glossy brown mane mixed with the excitement of clippers against her virgin scalp was titillating.

“I love how her cute ears are exposed,” David chuckled as he folded her ears and drove the clippers around it. The crowd murmured in excitement as well.

Renee was throbbing down below in heightened pleasure when abruptly the clippers were switched off. To add to her mortification, he deftly ran his fingers through her slit, which was sopping wet now.

“So wet and beautiful,” he murmured for her ears, and then licked around the rim of her ears to intensify the heat.

“Never tell your sub what haircut he or she is about to receive,” he instructed the crowd and began shearing the other side of her head. The strong grip of her Master with the humming machine against her temples was driving her insane now. Renee couldn’t see how short he was clipping her, except the growing pile of severed hair on her lap grew larger by the second.

Among the crowd, Lana sat by her Master’s feet. Her Master, Master Xan had bent down slightly and asked her, “How would you like me to do that to your hair, little göztepe escort one? Should I buzz your hair or shave you bald?”

Lana didn’t know what to say. Part of her wished to climax while her master would buzz her head, while another part was scared shitless. How would she look with a crew-cut?

“Whatever pleases you, Master,” she managed to eke out.

Xan chuckled lightly into her hair and placed a kiss on her head. “Lovely, my little one,” he complimented.

On the center stage, Master David had successfully severed Renee’s back and sides to half an inch. Right now, he was working on top of her head. He would deftly grab a section of hair between his long, masculine fingers and snip off the hair to an inch from the scalp. Damp snippets of hair clung against her cheeks and naked skin all over, adding to the pile of raging sensations.

“Should I remove the bangs?” he asked the crowd cheerily. The answer was affirmative as everyone enjoyed how she was shorn like a sacrificial lamb.

“Yes,” David agreed with them. “I don’t like the bangs, too. I would prefer the hair much shorter, like a short, neat look.”

Instead of using the scissors, he used clipper over the steel comb technique to promptly sever the blunt bangs, which he had cut previously. But he didn’t stop at that. The comb would brush the hair backward, hold it between his fingers and the Clippers would do the job.

Once the top of her head was little less than an inch, nicely tapered with half an inch with the back and sides, he began to run his fingers through the short hairs to shrug off the tiny bits. Renee finally could fathom how drastically short her hair was.

“Doms and Masters, if you are not proficient in cutting hair or tapering the look, I suggest you go for a butch cut. All you need is a good barber clipper. But always cut the hair in stages, all the fun lies in anticipation,” he added with a satisfied smile.

“Are you going to take it shorter?” someone from the crowd asked him.

“Absolutely, yes,” he answered, whilst playing and kneading her breasts. “My beautiful sub had long hair all her life. With this haircut, she won’t need a comb or hairbrush for a long time.” Electricity shot through her veins at his words as she almost climaxed.

He held up the clippers and asked the crowd, “How about a number two all over?”

Renee had no idea what ‘number two’ meant, neither did the women in the room. But somehow everyone approved with a cheer.

“Very well, then.”

A different clipper came to life with a growling roar. David stood behind her with a hand-hooked to below her chin to hold her head upright. “My sweet lamb,” he whispered. “I will give you a little hint of what I am about to do. You are about to receive the shortest barbershop haircut.”

Unceremoniously, he drove the clippers over her head – from crown to forehead – as large masses of hair added on to the pile. “How could the pile get anymore larger?” Renee wondered before the hum of the clippers deepened.

Deliberately, David slowed the movements, letting the vibrations against her scalp send a shiver down her body. Renee was uncontrollably moaning and begging for a release.

To add onto her surging thrill, her Master pushed down her head in the rawest dominating fashion and ran the clippers over of her head to buzz down her head to 1/4th of an inch. Renee’s exhilaration had already reached its limit, with her panting against the restraints.

David, sensing her reactions, bent down whisper, “Say goodbye to your fancy combs, conditioners and hair styling tools, sub.”

She climaxed, then and there. The threads of tightening nerves came undone, unraveling a new wave of pleasure. Every sound around her died except for her Master’s unyielding raspy tone and the dreadful clippers.

And when her brain finally returned to normal, she realized how enlivening the whole experience was. The crowd took note on how to make a sub-climax with a mere haircut. It was all about control and subjugation to the master’s will. Fear and excitement was a deadly combo, Renee realized.

“I hope my sub enjoyed that one because I am still not done with her yet,” he announced with pleasure. David’s own arousal was tightening in his pants at the thought of what he was about to do next.

“As much as I love wielding the clippers on her, I hate the attachment on it.” With a smile, he took off the guard and clamped his hand on her head once again. “Let’s take it down to another notch,” he said.

This time the machine attacked the remaining soft pelt of brown hair on her back, mowing it down to nothing. “Oh, my God,” Renee whispered to herself, realizing he was scalping her.

“No, no, no, no,” she kept on whispering to herself as another swelling wave of unbridled pleasure began to rise.

The Clippers only traveled up to the tuzla escort occipital bone, leaving behind white skin in its wake. Tiny hairs tickled her everywhere, provoking the imminent climax. Next, the balding clippers climbed above her ears to an inch.

“Should I take the sides a little higher?” he asked the crowd amusingly, even though he did plan to take it higher and tighter. As expected, the crowd acquiesced.

“I thought so.”

The machine hummed loudest near her ears as she felt it moving upwards, almost her eye level. Renee tried so hard to imagine what she looked like with short hair, but she failed miserably. There was no mirror and she was at the mercy of her exacting Master.

By the time David was done scalping her sides and back, Renee was covered with a fine sheen of sweat. The muscles were coiled tightly while warm liquid pooled between her legs. She kept on gyrating her hips discreetly to allow a little friction against her swelled clit.

“Let’s taper it nice and clean now.” David selected another type of clipper and kept blending soft stubble of hair on top of her head.

Renee couldn’t take any more of it. The second wave of pleasure went through the roof with the vibrating clippers against her scalp that were blending the soft pelt with the bald scalp on the perimeter.

“Doesn’t she look beautiful when she cums like that?” David smiled proudly. His mastery over his sub was startling.

Renee was out of breath and beautifully spent. The fear of being shorn naked had already transformed into a delicious experience that she was not going to forget any time sooner.

“For the final touch,” David pronounced. Before Renee could realize, she felt warm foam being massaged with hard fingers over the back of her head. Soon it was spread at her sides, traveling upwards. She looked a little weird with white foam covering her head except for a little portion at the top.

The crowd watched with great interest the final step of the hair fetish demo. Renee wasn’t the only one who was sopping wet. Lana, whose breasts were heaving up and down in thrill, was equally wet. The thought of sitting bound and naked and receiving an extreme induction haircut shook her to the core. That and her master’s hand kneading and massaging her breasts.

“Don’t you dare cum,” Master Xan whispered against Lana’s ears, even though he knew how dangerously close she was. And then he added another delicious threat, “If you do, you would find yourself in that chair – strapped and naked. And I would gladly shave you bald in front of everyone.”

“Oh, God,” Lana closed her eyes, wondering how tremendous the feeling would be. But deep down, was she ready to be bald at the cost of an overwhelming orgasm?

Master David, on the other side, brought forth a sharp razor, but Renee had no clue. “Unless you know how to use this properly, never use this on your sub,” he warned the crowd in a serious tone and then turned to his sub. “I want you to stay very still for this.”

With that, he began scraping off the foam in small, careful strokes. Whatever tiniest length of hair was left at the back of her head and sides were carefully shaved off with the blade. The skin left behind was as smooth as ever and there was no hairline around her nape. Instead, only a small pelt of hair covered her top and front.

A warm damp cloth wiped away the remaining foam, followed by an aftershave. There was nothing left of her hair that a comb or hairbrush could alter. So, David took a dollop of hair styling gel and massaged her head vigorously.

The thorough treatment of rough massage felt like aftercare.

“Thank you, everyone, for participating,” David addressed the crowd. “I would like to take care of my sub in private.”

He undid her straps, freeing her completely. Knowing that her hands were all cramped, Master David scooped her up in his arms as she wrapped her arms around him, and walked out of the hall to one of the private rooms.

“Can I please see my haircut, Master?” she purred cutely, and he simply couldn’t deny her.

“Alright,” he said and walked her over to the mirror. “Here’s your new look, little sub.”

Renee froze as she stared at the mirror. She couldn’t recognize herself. Instinctively, she ran her fingers over the back of her head and was surprised to find it smooth. It was truly an extremely short haircut, as he promised.

As if reading her mind, he answered, “It’s called High and Tight. It’s a popular military haircut.”

“Oh.” That was all she could muster. “It’s really… really short, Master.”

“Do you like it?”

“I am still processing the whole look,” she answered truthfully. “It will grow back again,” she said, consoling herself.

“It will, yes,” David agreed with a smile. “But I am not going to let it grow for now. I like this high and tight on you, little sub. Be prepared, you are getting scalped again in two weeks.”

With that, he kissed her hard, obliterating every rational thought from her mind and consuming her body in the most pleasurable way known to her.

*****

**I posted this story under a different penname sometime back and thought this would be appropriate for Literotica. Hope you all enjoyed reading it.**

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She contacted me through private feedback from one of my stories. I was as surprised as anybody else would be – I’ve gotten feedback through the website before, but nothing as immediately direct as this. As I scanned the message, I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I got more and more excited:

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“Well Jack, first I want to say how much I love your stories (I’m a female). Very hot!!! I’ve thought about this fetish for some time, but you really bring it to life!

I was looking at your profile and noticed that you’re in the same area as my sister. I’m visiting her next week. I know this is crazy, but what do you say? Want to meet up?”

I was dumbfounded, definitely not expecting to see this in my inbox early Friday morning. Of course, I needed to know more about this woman; well, that and verify that she wasn’t completely nuts.

I replied with an email asking her a few questions about herself: looks, age, what she was looking for. She responded with a few tantalizing pictures of herself (showing herself to be a very pretty blonde), and some details (including her name: Lily) – mid-twenties, married young then divorced, now just looking to explore some fantasies. By our correspondence, she actually seemed like she had a good head on her shoulders, and just wanted to try something out with someone with no strings attached. Myself, I’m single again after a very passionate, but ultimately unsuccessful relationship. Right now, I’m finally open again to have a little fun without looking for anything more (particularly not the emotional weight of a serious relationship). I’d forgotten how much of a thrill I’d get when I went through my “hook-up” phase, and here it was again, with a girl who already knew my fetish, and sounded like she wanted me to introduce it to her. Life can be pretty amazing sometimes.

Lily verified that she was going to be in town to visit family, but was getting in late so she would be booking a hotel overnight and would have the next morning free, so she thought it might be fun to meet me. That actually worked out great with my schedule, so we set it up. She invited me to meet her at her hotel bar (definitely no illusions that this was a date). At that point after we met, if either one of us didn’t want to go through with it, there’d be no harm done. She asked me what I looked like, and I told her it’d be more fun to find out in person, but not to worry, no one’s ever complained. For her part, she sent me a picture of herself wearing a sundress that she said she would wear in the bar so I could find her easily. Time and place set, I just had to wait in excruciating anticipation for the day.

I arrived at the nice hotel by the airport where she was staying. Making my way to the hotel bar, I was flushed with excitement. It was early in the day, but the breakfast crowd was clearing out so the area was nearly empty, making it all the more striking to see her sitting at the bar by herself. Wow! Lily is a Swedish-American blonde, short to medium height, with great curves and long, straight blonde hair and blue eyes. She was even more pretty than the pictures that she sent – I admit, I was a little concerned about a bait and switch. As I approached her, she looked up uncertainly, then as it became clear who I was, her face broke out in an incredibly sexy smile as I saw a brief wave of relief wash over her face. Phew – looks like I passed the first test!

“Jack?”

“That’s me. So this is Lily… you look beautiful.”

Lily blushes. “Thanks,” she looks me over again, ” You look different than I expected.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“It’s definitely not bad, just different… Let’s just say I’m pleasantly surprised.”

“Wow, you must have imagined me pretty ugly before. Yet you still came to see me…”

“Not at all, just when I was reading your stories, I pictured them one way, and now I’ll have to picture them another.”

“Fine, we’ll leave it at that before I get too self-conscious.”

“Ha! And you talk like you do in your stories.”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing, I guess. Just kind of clipped and intense. Just a feeling…”

I’m smiling because this is such a strange interaction for me – I’ve never actually met anyone in the flesh who has read my stories. And fuck, she is actually pretty hot! “Well, that’s because that’s how I actually talk. Did you expect me to give some sort of seductive monologue?”

Lily laughs. “No, no, no. Unless you had one in mind.”

“Nothing coming to mind right now, but I’ll work on it.”

We stand for a few seconds in awkward silence, still looking at each other and feeling the situation out.

Lily breaks the tension. “Can I admit something to you? I’m actually crazy nervous right now.” I definitely believe her – she isn’t as confident as she came off in her e-mail messages to me.

“Yeah, well so am I.”

“Really? You make it sound like you do this sort of thing all the time!”

I try to draw her out, maybe add some levity, so I play dumb, “Do what sort of thing?”

Lily looks at me, scrunches ataşehir escort up her face and whispers, “Lick girls’ asses!”

I laugh, “No, not at all. Not nearly as much as I’d like. Obviously, I do have some experience with it, but it’s not like I’m meeting a new girl every night…”

“Well, I know I came off strong in my messages to you, but I’ve never actually done anything remotely like this before. When I stand back and look at what I’m doing, it just seems so crazy, getting in touch with a stranger I met online, hooking up… I feel like I’m a totally different person. It’s just weird.”

“Honestly, that’s not weird. I feel the same way. But that’s part of what makes this so much fun! Getting out of yourself, doing something different, maybe a little out of character. I think you just need to loosen up a bit – can I buy you a drink.”

Lily locks her eyes on mine, smiles warmly, and stands up. “You now what? Fuck this. You’re right, let’s just do it! I don’t need a drink, let’s just go up to my room and see what happens.”

I nod and smile, heart pounding. “That sounds good to me. Lead the way.”

She smirks. “So you can stare at my ass?”

“That’s one reason. The other is that I don’t know where your room is.”

Lily laughs and leads us out of the bar, to the elevator. She is visibly getting less and less nervous, and by the time we are in the elevator together, she is becoming very sensual and bold. She leans into me as the elevator doors close, and presses her body into mine as she looks up into my eyes. “Have you ever fooled around in an elevator before?” Her hand runs down to the front of my pants as I let out a gasp and laugh.

“Can’t say I have, yet. Would love to try it, though…”

Lily briefly rubs my dick through my pants, but slinks away. “I would too, but right now I’d rather just get back to the room.”

I nod and swallow as the elevator gets to our floor. Lily definitely has her confidence back at this point, and she strides down the hotel hallway leading me by the hand. We get to her room, she opens it, then pushes me inside. I have about a second to look around at the suite before she spins me around and plants a deep kiss on me, holding my head to hers with both hands while I run my hands up and down her body. I slide my hands to her legs and slowly raise them up underneath her dress. Her body is incredible: athletic but curvy, soft and smooth. Naturally, my hands run to her ass, and I start to squeeze and knead her butt cheeks as we continue kissing our way to her bed. Lily starts pulling off her dress, and I take her cue and start removing my clothing as well. We are still kissing as she removes her bra; I pull away to get a good look at her: her face is flush as she stands nearly naked revealing two nice tits and sexy, lace pink panties. She closes the distance again and I immediately start rubbing her body as she presents it to me. She is breathing heavily as we grind up against one another.

“Do you want a little massage first, or do you want to just worship my body?” Her eyes are half-lidded as her head tilts up while I nuzzle at her neck.

“No. This is good.” I laugh as I started squeezing then sucking both of her good sized tits. “Unless you want me to give YOU a massage…”

“No, this is good for me, too,” she laughed, then moaned as I began kissing down her body, eventually kneeling before her and licking and kissing her stomach, then down to her legs, before finally moving up to her thighs and crotch area, pressing my face into her panties. “Oh fuck yes, this is good.”

“Turn around,” I pulled back and whispered, as she smiled and turned around, her slightly tanned, gorgeous white ass now inches from my face. “I like your tattoo,” I remark, tracing the outline of a star in the lower back “tramp stamp” region of her body.

“Thanks.”

I begin licking and kissing the backs of her legs, up to her inner thighs, and finally start at her butt cheeks. I can hear Lily breathing heavily, and I can’t help myself: I spread her cheeks a bit and bury my face in her ass, rubbing it up and down. Lily sighs audibly. Her ass crack is much deeper than I was expecting, and I’m able to pretty much completely engulf my entire face in her butt!

I pull my face out with a gasp, already intoxicated by her butt. “Can we pull these down?” I tug at her pink thong.

“Yeah. Please do…”

So I pull her panties down just below her ass cheeks, spread her butt wide, and pause to marvel at the sight of her beautiful butthole. “Fuck, you know you have a beautiful asshole? Has anyone ever told you that?”

Lily laughs, “No, no one has mentioned that.”

“What the fuck is wrong with the guys you’re with? Are they all blind?” Lily just smirks and wiggles her sexy ass in my face. “So,” I tease. “What do you want me to do?”

Lily looks over her shoulder, and I can see her face is changed, now determined and confident. She has gotten fully into character. My dick jumps in excitement as she sneers at me, “I want you to LICK ümraniye escort MY ASS!”

I don’t need to be told twice! Without further delay I dive in, licking the entire length of her ass crack in one motion. Lily gasps and tenses momentarily. I do it again. She pushes her butt back against my face. I lick up and down her ass crack for awhile as she gets accustomed to the sensation, before I start focusing my attentions around her asshole. I lick in circles around her anus while she moans softly. I dab my tongue into the center of her butthole, not pushing deep, before moving my face underneath her to get to her pussy a little bit. Lily is already soaking wet – it’s clear she’s extremely excited by this. I move back and forth between her pussy and ass for a few minutes, just gentle, long, lingering licks on her asshole, then her pussy, then back to her ass. She is REALLY getting into this now, gyrating slightly against my face and tongue, letting me go wherever I want to. “Oh fuck, yes. This is what I’ve been waiting for… Oh fuck yes, Jack, lick me…”

I lick her like this for a bit before tapping her left leg, “Move this leg up on the bed.” Lily moves without a word, so now she has one leg on the ground, one leg up on the bed, and me kneeling behind her, quickly returning to my place. That is when I started really devouring her pretty pink butthole and pussy!

Kneeling here behind her, I notice that Lily is completely in synch with me – like she knows what I’m going to do next. Damn, it’s almost like she read my stories or something… I love it. She keeps pushing her butt back, keeping my face firmly attached to her ass. She reaches back and holds my head in there, allowing me to keep my tongue fully applied to her anus and generating friction with her sensuous grinding.

“You really DO know what you’re doing, Jack… Damn, this is so good…This is even better than I imagined it would be…”

“Do you want me to do this all day?”

“Oh fuck yeah! Please. This is what I came here for!”

“But what about your sist…” I almost get the joke out. Yeah, I know, bad timing…

“Please stop fucking talking! Just eat my ass out! That’s all I want. Mmmm… That’s what I came here for…” Lily spreads her left ass cheek wide, and I easily slide my tongue a little in and out of her asshole, easing it in, but not too far. I think the sound of my tongue dabbing into her anus was a real turn on for her, because she started bucking her ass back against my face more insistently! A few more minutes pass with me kneeling behind her and gently prodding my tongue against her butthole before I ask Lily to lie down on the bed.

Lily slows down her rocking against my face and runs a hand over her own face, like she’s waking up from a dream. She flips her hair back over her head and looks down at me. “Do you want me on my back or on my stomach?”

“On your stomach.”

“Okay.” She climbs onto the bed and lays face down, spreads her legs, and begins wiggling her body in anticipation. I immediately climb on the bed behind her and quickly move to bury my face in her ass again! Laying on the bed face down in her booty, I resume licking and sucking her asshole, and of course, tongue fucking her butt, now going deeper than before. She is CRAZY into it, I can feel her soaking pussy as she is grinding her ass on my face while I rub her pussy and clit with my arms wrapped around her hips and hands up underneath her. We are moving in synch for a long time in this position, with Lily raising her ass to meet my mouth when I’m sucking on her anus, and slapping her ass against my face when I am sliding my tongue in and out of her butthole. After a few minutes, she pushes back until she is on her hands and knees, pressing her whole body back against my persistent mouth and tongue. She is gasping and moaning, and really grinding against my mouth to get herself off. I am moaning unintelligibly into her butt, and occasionally glancing at the room mirror on the wall next to us to see myself smiling into her upraised ass. Yummy!

After 10 minutes or so, I pull my face out of her ass. “Damn, girl… Why don’t you roll onto your back now…”

Lily energetically flips onto her back and looks down at me between her legs and smiles, clearly relishing the moment and remaining in character, confident and dominant. “I really should make you my body worshipping slave.”

“I would love that.”

“So would I.”

Before we break into talk-session, I am between her legs, licking, kissing, sucking, swirling the alphabet with my tongue. She is moaning and soaking wet with pleasure. After several minutes of straight up pussy eating, I move down to lick her asshole again. Lily opens her eyes for a second to look down at me and smile before closing them again. I lick her asshole a bit in this position, but I know I need better access, so I roll her legs back further while licking her anus. She definitely got the message because she started pulling her legs back more while I propped her ass up with my hands. From this kadıköy escort position I just started pounded her asshole with my tongue.

Lily, eyes half-open in pleasure, looks between her tits, up at me. “You like my ass.” It’s a statement, not a question.

“I fucking love your ass,” I murmur between probings, before adding, “You may have noticed, I kinda have a thing for girls’ butts…”

She laughs and smiles, pulling her knees toward her chest. “I love how you lick my ass.”

“I could do this all day.”

“Mmmm. I’d love that.” She closes her eyes, licks her lips and moans.

I eat her ass like this for probably 5 more minutes, kissing, licking, sucking, and thrusting from above, while she is smiling and moaning and constantly telling me how much she loves what I’m doing to her.

“I love what you’re doing.” Pretty hard to misinterpret that statement.

“You like when I do this?” I tease as I run my tongue along her anal rim before slowly sliding it past her anus and deep into her rectum.

“Fuuuuuuck! Yeah! Keep eating my ass!”

After bouncing up and down on her shoulders from this position, I’m pretty sure her back must be getting tired, so I offer a new one. “Do you want to sit on my face?”

Lily’s eyes spring open, bright and burning in their desire. “Fuck yeah! Lay down here.”

Now it’s my turn to get on my back as she straddles my face and brings her nice pink pussy roughly down. Lily is not fucking around! Before I know what hit me, she is grinding herself on my mouth. Lily rides my face for several minutes in a blur, using her hands to push my face where she wants me, grabbing my head and hair with both hands while she brings herself off to an orgasm pretty damn quickly. “Mmmmm…. yes, yes, YES! Oh, yeah, lick me… So good.” Well, that was easy… Now I want to get back in her butt.

“I want your ass again. Can you move your legs up here?” I guide her to a squatting position over me, so her asshole is hovering over my mouth. Just reading her body, it’s clear that she is eager to get off again – lots of heightened sexual energy to her movements despite her quick orgasm.

“Like this?” She drops her asshole back onto my waiting mouth, and I am again eating some serious ass! I’m licking and sucking her butthole while rubbing her pussy with my fingers. Lily is grinding her ass on my face, and leaning back so I can feel her soft hair brushing against my dick. I stick my tongue out hard and she reads my mind and starts bouncing her ass on my face while I’m inserting my tongue in and out of her hot little pink-pucker! In this position, for whatever reason, my tongue is making a loud, wet sound every time it goes up her ass – very hot! She must think so, too, because she starts slamming that hot ass down against my mouth, hard. She is mumbling to herself with her eyes closed as I reach up and squeeze her tits with both hands, and she lets all of her weight drop so she is fully sitting on my mouth, grinding away.

After eating her butt like this for a few more minutes, I ask Lily to turn around and sit fully on my face. I don’t know why I’m so eager to change positions so often with her, but whatever lust fueled energy that Lily was releasing in me was demanding nearly constant motion. Lily must have felt the same energy, because she moved quickly and decisively to my requests, and she eagerly swung her legs around, re-mounted my face and again, the furious rimming continues! I need to lift my head off the bed to really get in her ass at first from this position, but then she sits back on my face and plants her anus on my mouth while I run my hands smoothly up and down her body, moving across her tits, legs and butt. On several occasions, my face is planted so firmly in her butt that I can’t breathe through my nose. So hot – fuck! I manage to get enough air to continue to eat her ass for awhile at this angle before moving to yet another position.

“Can you stand against the wall?”

Lily is in a zone of lust, grinding away, but breaks out of it. “Stand against the wall? Okay.”

She climbs off me and off the bed and moves against the wall, bending over slightly and standing with her legs spread apart like an upside-down “V”.

“Yeah, like that. Thank you.” I kneel down behind her again and spread her asshole to get another good look. So sexy! Pretty pink rosebud, just there for me to play with. And before I forget, the taste! Sooooo good! No joke, her ass tasted sweet, and the deeper I went with my tongue, it tasted maybe a little bit saltier, but mostly just very sweet – she must have applied flavored lotions or oils or something earlier this morning, but again, her butt tasted amazing!

In any case, I’m eating her ass from behind again. “Can you spread your ass a little more?” She moves her legs wider. “Can you reach back with your hand and spread it?”

Now she gets it. “Oh, yeah! There you go…” She reaches both hands back and spreads her ass for me. Wow! So fucking hot!!! Here I am with a hot Swedish-American blonde arching her back, thrusting her butt back towards my face, and spreading her own ass cheeks lewdly with both hands to give me a good look at her hot little butthole – I look at her balloon knot for a few seconds before I can’t take it and finally dart my tongue back up her asshole. Pound, pound, pound, pound. My face is slapping against her ass cheeks again. Lily is loving all of this, moaning and grunting.

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This is for my boyfriend, who asked me to write it after reading my previous stories…

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‘Can I cum on your face?’

That was where it all started I think, I was 18 and Greg was my first boyfriend. We had been sleeping together for a few months and it was all ‘quite nice’, all very so-so. Probably it was a bit like most first relationships between two virgins, you are both pretty clueless. He was a nice enough fellow, a bit arrogant, a bit self-centred. I didn’t really know what kind of boyfriend I wanted anyway, so we experimented on one another.

Anyway, that day we had spent the day in college, we had met up in the Computing Laboratory on a joint project and, as was often the way at that time, had then spent the evening together. Eventually it had been time for him to go back to his room, but instead I had offered to let him stay in my bed with me, I kind of wanted the intimacy and I kind of felt a bit sorry for him walking back in the rain with only a cotton jacket.

It was not a good time for me however, not to have sex, if you know what I mean. And so we had ended up in bed together but not having sex. He was horny as a rutting stag, and I was happy to play along. I took off my top and let him play with my breasts, I sucked his cock for a while and played with his balls, and eventually I held my tits together as he fucked his cock between them while kneeling over me. I was kind of expecting him to cum on my chest like that. And then he came up with his proposal.

‘Can I cum on your face?’

Well, I had never said no to anything with him at that point. I had let him cum on my breasts and in my mouth and it was all quite fine, intimate, I had seen a bit of porn and knew to expect it a bit, and frankly I didn’t mind the sensation of sperm on my body or in my mouth. I was even happy to swallow it really, it tasted better than oysters or avocado after all.

But did I really want it on my face? Messy? Well I just didn’t know.

‘OK.’ I found myself answering, well why not, it couldn’t be that bad, could it.

He moved himself higher until his cock was right over my face, over my nose. I could see he was pretty close cos there was already pre-cum on the end of his cock, and a little dribbled down onto my cheek. It was a bit odd, him right on top of me like this, was I going to back out?

Then he came, a spurt of white liquid shot over my face, landing on my forehead, a little in my hair, then more over my cheek. I opened my mouth and a little dribbled down into my mouth, it was quite warm, sticky, sweet and fine. He was panting and grunting, looking down onto my face. And then I discovered, that actually, I liked it, it really turned me on. I could feel my clit buzzing with excitement, expectancy.

I loved that sensation of him, kneeling over me, pleasuring himself onto me, I felt a little dirty, a little wanton, but actually really aroused. I even quite liked that look on his face, looking down on me with a look of, what?, satisfaction, distain even perhaps? It was a big contrast to the controlling nice girl image that I gave off the rest of the time, oh yes, I am normally so very in control.

Well you can imagine, once I had let him do it once, he really wanted me to let him do it again. So every time that it wasn’t a good time for sex, then that was what he did, and afterwards I would make myself cum and he would watch and really it was all quite great, I think we were both genuinely satisfied.

Except I came to realise that the rest of the time, actually, a 2 1/2 inch cock really does not do it for you, and so a few months, and a few faces covered in cum later, I dumped him. Turned out he was a bit of an arrogant tosser as well.

Well, I suppose I should have known that hell hath no fury like a guy with a little cock spurned. Especially a bit of a geek, who frankly has not got the best of chances with girls. Particularly as the sex ratio on our course was about ten to one. And frankly, I was the only decent looking blond girl on our course, plenty of Asians and Chinese girls, some very pretty, but only one of me.

On my course, there was another competitor for cleverest Non-Asian, and it was Giles. He was very bright and funny but had a bit of tendency to brag and look down on the rest of the class. He was the cleverest; he knew it and the rest of us had to work hard to beat him. Which I did fairly regularly. We were competitors and colleagues but we didn’t really get on, were never really friends.

As you can imagine, I was not that delighted when one evening I was sitting in the lab working out a personal project, he was sitting a couple of desks along from me, and he started a conversation.

‘Is it true that you gave Greg blow jobs and then let him cum on your face?’

Just like that, out of the blue, no ‘by your leave’. What the hell was he up to? Another tosser, I thought.

‘Fuck off Giles.’ I retorted, ignoring him and getting back to my work. I was furious with Greg for bragging. ‘That guy has kartal escort a 2 inch cock, and goes bragging about his sexual exploits. What a prat.’ An eye for an eye.

‘Yeah I thought not, my god that guy is an idiot, I never knew what you were doing with him. And he’s only got 2 inches, fuck.’ Her replied. ‘You were always too good for him. But anytime you fancy a fling Becky, just let me know.’

‘In your dreams Giles, in your dreams.’

I was a bit confused now, this was kind of a come on really. Generally Giles went out with the tall pretty Arts students that looked like models. He was a really good looking guy, but had always been pretty spikey with me, not exactly hostile but not like this.

So anyway, I found myself another boyfriend, Daniel, doing Biology and Genetics and he was a real catch, tall blond, hansom, great body. And a really decent sized cock. I tell you, when this fellow entered me the first time, I seriously thought that it would not fit. Very satisfying indeed. And in addition to this he was the nicest guy you could meet. Meek, thoughtful and so eager to do the right thing, gentlemanly in the old fashioned sense. A scholar too, knew science and maths, but philosophy too, played the piano like a pro. I really loved him.

Then we came to the catch, there always has to be one doesn’t there. The first thing I could not understand was, he was really not into oral sex, I think it was some kind of religious thing he had going on, but he just thought it was dirty. He didn’t want me to suck his cock, unless just as a preparation for fucking, but he really didn’t like going down on me.

And the second thing was that when it was the wrong time for sex, he would not touch me. I mean he would kiss me, but even the thought of touching my clit was just an abomination to him. For a week a month, it was as if I was a slug or a spider lying beside him in bed, I could feel him recoiling from my every touch. Weird, annoying and frankly a bit sad.

I think the thing I missed the most though was the blow jobs, sucking him, feeling him in my mouth, tasting his cum, having him lick my clit. And I missed him finishing himself on my face, it was all too nice and clean, I craved a bit of wanton messiness.

So we had this relationship, on the personal level it was great, I loved being with him, he was fun and clever and charming. Sex was good in a high quality vanilla ice cream sort of a way, really tasty and obviously nice as far as it went, but just a little bit too predictable, too dull. He wasn’t into new positions, just liked me on my back, or on top straddling him. Would not consider fucking me from behind when I was kneeling down, said it was too animalistic for him, reminded him of dogs he said. He gave me great orgasms with his fingers, three weeks a month and then suddenly we entered purdah and anything I wanted was down to me and my trusty vibrator.

This continued for the rest of the second term, until we were starting into the third term. I was working with Giles on a group project and it was going pretty well, we had spent the whole weekend working bloody hard, 12 hour days and had done some really good work. I had seen some of the other teams projects and knew that ours was amazing in comparison. It was coming up to midnight on Sunday evening, and we were pretty much done, waiting for some final printouts of the reports and documentation. Ours were the last lights on in the lab, we were the only ones there except for the security guard.

The only thing was: this was at the end of the week off sex, not a kiss had I had for ten days, Daniel the gent was still treating me like a rotting zombie in the bed, unwilling to touch me. And I was going a bit mad for it, I found myself thinking about it, fantasizing about things.

‘Hey Giles.’ I said, twirling my chair to face him.

‘Yeah.’ His head popped up from proof reading the final version.

‘You remember what you said, back in the first term.’ I was a short skirt and a t-shirt, and I slowly raised my knees up, showing him my nice lace knickers that I had bought with Dan a while back.

‘Yeah?’ He replied, a look of disbelief and confusion on his face.

‘Did you mean it then, do you still mean it?’ I asked hesitantly, opening my legs a bit to give him a better view.

‘Yes, for sure, you know I have always had a bit of a crush on you.’ I was surprised at this, and gratified too.

‘Well, I am like a bit going nuts here, for lack of dirty blow jobs and I have this image going round my head of you standing over me cumming on my face.’ I could hardly believe that I had told him what I really wanted, too long away from my vibrator I guess. I knew he had a girl friend at this time, and suddenly thought that actually this was really bad, what I was doing. As I did so though, I pulled down my knickers and started touching my clit right there in front of him, legs wide apart.

He just sat there watching, his eyes devouring my hands maltepe escort sliding down and rubbing my clit. Even him just watching was enough to turn me on, and within seconds I could feel my orgasm coming. I just pushed ahead, over whelmed by the pleasure and crazily turned on to have just randomly exposed myself to him like that.

‘Wow Becky, well this is different side of you, I didn’t see this coming.’ He commented.

‘Cum on my face.’ I instructed him, still fingering my clit, still madly turned on.

I took my skirt off as well, knelt down on the carpeted floor of the lab, slipped my shirt over my head and waited for him wearing just my tasteful white bra. Then considering my position, slipped that off as well, and added it to the pile of clothes, discarded on the desk.

‘You are so lovely.’ He commented looking down over my whole nude body.

‘Shut up and cum on my face.’ I repeated, a shard of steel in my voice.

He stood up and walked over to me, circulating round me to see every detail. As he did so, he pulled his cock out of his trousers. It was already pretty hard and a decent enough size.

As he stopped in front of me, I took it with my hands and then moved it deep into my mouth circling it with my tongue.

‘Fuck, that is good.’ He commented.

Once he was as hard as I felt was sufficient, I took him out of my mouth. I could already taste some of his cum leaking out, and knew he was ripe for the taking.

‘Now.’ I spoke, simply.

He stood in front of me, looking down onto my face and started touching himself. One hand round the shaft of his cock, the other playing with his balls, he studied me as I knelt in front of him naked, offering my face to him, mouth a little open. Once I saw a little cum appearing on the slit of his cock, I stopped him for a second and licked it off.

‘Now give me the rest.’ My finger was busily massaging my clit, and I too could feel the ecstasy coming.

He came seconds later, big globules dripping down onto my nose, eyes and forehead, I had to close my eye a little as it puddled in the eye socket. There was a look of utter pleasure in his face as the last of it ran down onto my breasts. My own orgasm followed immediately, wracking through my body as I let out a little scream.

Once he had finished, he looked away, perhaps a little ashamed, reminding himself that this was all at my instigation.

I slid the remainder of the cum down my face, some into my mouth which I swallowed, some down onto my breasts, rubbing the remainder off onto my t-shirt. I had a feeling of deep satisfaction, completion.

‘Giles, just so you know. This was just a thing yeah, there is no tomorrow.’ I noted.

‘Whatever you say Becky, you are an amazing girl. Like I said before, you know, anytime.’

We both dressed quickly and then parted, uneasy in our new secret.

I could not believe how much it had turned me on, I loved being with Daniel, but throughout the following few weeks, could not help but think back to that evening.

The next month, I did it again.

I texted him a single word. ‘Again?’ and he replied.

‘8. My room.’

I went to his room where he sat alone, working at his laptop, and I followed the same script: I stripped nude while he watched me, masturbated in front of him and then made him cum onto my face, scraping and swallowing the remainder of the cum from my face once he was done.

This time there was no shame on my part, or his, I looked him directly in the eyes as he watched me at the end, cleaning myself up.

‘Nick and Ed would not believe me if I told them about this.’ He commented. They were his best mates and were often seen with him drinking and carousing, chatting up girls. They were nice enough blokes, but not as clever as him, or as good looking.

‘No?’ Why?’ I asked innocently, as I replaced my clothing.

‘Cos you are such nice girl, you are so in control of your life, they wouldn’t dare ask you out, and then this.’

‘Invite them along next time.’ I spoke without thinking. ‘Don’t think you are unique, you all have cocks you know.’

‘What?’ He exclaimed.

‘You heard.’ I replied over my shoulder as I walked out of his room, back to my room where my genuine lover would join me later.

A few weeks later it went like this.

‘Again?’ I texted.

‘9pm My room.’

‘For 3?’

‘4?’

‘OK’

I walked in and there they sat, looking expectantly at me, none of them were from my course in fact and I was relieved in some ways that I didn’t know them. Some had a look of surprise, some desire, some a wolfy look, like they might eat me.

‘You don’t touch me, you do what I say.’ I said to them, meeting each of their eyes individually as they nodded and grunted affirmatively.

I stood in the middle of the room and undressed quickly, discarding jeans, blouse, knickers and bra in a short time. They watched me closely, barely pendik escort able to believe their luck. My clit was already buzzing with expectation as I sat on the chair in the corner, legs wide open and let them drink up their view of my pussy, I had shaved it in expectation, I knew Dan wouldn’t like it, and that added to the thrill.

Then I started, fingers playing with my clit, my other hand playing with a rock hard nipple. Again I made eye contact with each of them as they watched my display, then I came with a jolt, my head going back and a small scream as my orgasm flooded through my body. I relaxed and thought of my situation, having invited them to come, I had to go through with it, I wanted to in one way but knew that it went against my general feeling of good sense.

‘Now it is your turn. Cum on my face.’ I demanded, kneeling down on my feet, holding my face horizontal with my mouth open.

They all got their cocks out and a varied collection they were, pink and brown, long and short. They stood around me in a square, all facing inwards, the end of their cocks just inches from each other. The looks on their faces were of amazement, pleasure, embarrassment. Guys didn’t see one another erect I guessed, but they would today, they would for me. My hand returned to my clit, pressing and sliding on my wetness.

The first to cum was slightly behind me, his load arriving on my forehead and hair, down my eyebrow. The second was opposite him, his white streamer went flying across my face onto my nose, then a follow up that mainly went into my mouth, warm and salty. The third went onto my chin, then dripped down onto my tits. I never felt the fourth as it coincided with my own orgasm, I screamed out again as they watched, entranced. I can tell you though that the fourth was voluminous for sure, as I was soaked by the end, my face covered in a sheen of cum.

Once again, I used my fingers to clean up the mess, shepherding most into my mouth where I swallowed it all, luxuriating in the depraved feeling from consuming four guys’ cum at the same time. They watched on, enjoying every moment.

I dressed, wiped my hair on Giles’ towel to remove the majority of the excess, and then left without a word. I winked and grinned at Giles as I left to reassure him that all was well in my head.

I had a problem now. Every time I had sex with Daniel, I went back in my mind to that evening, went over the details of the guys finishing on me, covering me with their seed, the taste of their mixed shots, I found myself looking for them on the campus. A few weeks passed.

‘Again?’ I texted.

‘How many?’

‘As many as you can get.’

‘Sure?’

‘Yes.’

’10pm. Cricket pavilion.’

I walked down the side of the Gym to the cricket pavilion, it was normally dark and disused this time of year. I had a dress on and my hair tied back into a pony tail. My stomach was turning somersaults and I had already had to pee with nervousness.

I walked in through the front door with more confidence than I felt, and looked around the room. There were thirty or forty guys, mostly sporty from the look of them. They were a pretty good looking crowd and they were all looking at me. I presumed that Giles had briefed them on the deal, I certainly wasn’t going to talk to them.

I walked over to the centre of the room and then stopped, looked around at them all, challenging them to make eye contact and they mostly did. Some were licking their lips, some grinning, some looked nervous.

I lifted the dress over my head and then swiftly discarded my bra and knickers, once again freshly shaved, in defiance of Daniels instructions that he liked it natural looking. I walked around the room, letting each one of them look at me, study my breasts and pussy. There was more desire in their eyes now.

In the centre of the room was a stool, and I sat on it, legs wide open and played with myself, rubbing my clit as a third of the room studied my pussy. Once I was close, I moved round to give more of them a chance, closer to orgasm, I slowed right down, saving myself for the last show. It was a huge turn on to look out at fifteen blokes all studying me, some looked nervous but most looked lascivious, it suddenly occurred to me that they could easily just get together and fuck me there, taking turns with me.

The thought of it made me cum straight away, screaming out, fingers hammering away at my clit, enjoying every moment of it, sucking in every moment of their attention. As the pleasure drained away, I then realised that my moment had come, this was what I had been dreaming, fantasising about for a while now. I pushed away the stool and kneeled down on the shiny wooden floor, my knees not so comfortable as it had been on the carpets of Giles’ room.

‘Cum, Cum on my face.’ I finally managed to say, the words initially sticking in my throat but then finally coming out load and clear. ‘Cum on my face. All of you.’ I repeated, more insistently.

Then I sat back on my heels, and relaxed, looking around to see who would be first.

Giles seemed to have appointed himself the sergeant major and nodded across at a group of four guys, they came over looking rather self-conscious. It occurred to me that today I was not the only one on display, they were all performing in some ways.

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It was one of those weekends. I had fallen on ice. I thought it was nothing but the pain wouldn’t stop on Monday morning despite what I used to calm it.

So I went to the hospital.

“Mr Dan to the plaster room please you have broken your arm.”

Off I went to the plaster room. And waited my turn.

“Mr Dan please.”

I was faced with 2 lovely nurses. I undressed above the waist and the first nurse set to plastering my arm.

The 2nd nurse took to caressing my belly.

“Please relax Mr Dan you have nothing to worry about.”

Nurse 2, unbuckled my belt and very quickly my trousers and pants were around my ankles and my swelling cock was in her hand.

Nurse 1 looked down from her work. “Nice!” she uttered routinely and smiled.

Very quickly Nurse 2 had me on the edge of orgasm and grasped some tissues in readiness.

The orgasm was taking hold. I was tensing.

“Please keep still Mr Dan. I am trying to set you plaster.”

I came into the tissues and tried to keep as still as possible.

Nurse 2 removed the tissues, cleaned my wilting penis with antiseptic and proceeded to bandage my penis, securing it behind the testicles.

Nurse 1 was placing bakırköy escort the plastic bandages into warm water, for her own use and was now handing the occasional one to Nurse 2.

Very soon they had finished and were applying hair dryers to help dry the 2 plaster casts.

“Well Mr Dan, all dry and hardened. Please pop along to x-ray. They will check the position is correct. Any problems please come back to us.”

Nurse 1 helped me dress as best I could. Nurse 2 pulled up my pants and tucked my plaster-caste limp cock into them. And proceeded with my trousers. “Look you cant even tell” she pointed out to her colleague. “No you can’t. A very good job indeed.”

“OK Mr Dan if we don’t see you again today. Then see you again in 6 months when the plaster-caste comes off.”

Off I went to X-ray and the x-ray was OK. I made an appointment for a check-up. And home I went, a bit confused on what to do.

One month passed. And I went for my check-up. To X-Ray and then to my doctor to check them.

My doctor is Dr Emily Jones. A very professional lady but attractive with it.

“It looks like the first steps are being made to heal. Very good. So lets see you escort beşiktaş again in 2 months. Any questions?”

“Just one. The nurses in the plaster-room put a second plaster-caste on me. What do we do about that?”

“Where exactly is this second plaster-caste?” she asked.

“Around my penis and part of my scrotum.”

“That’s odd. You don’t get broken bones there. Do you mind showing me quickly.”

With my one arm I disrobed below the waste.

“Interesting work. They’ve made you a chastity device. I think they are just having some fun with you. You’d better take it up with them.”

On that note I went to the plaster room and waited for a gap. I excused myself from butting in to the next in queue.

“Hello again” the nurses chirped. “Are you having problems with your plaster-cast?”

“Only the one on my cock?”

“Is it tight enough for you?”

“Too tight, I cant get an erection.”

“Good, that’s the point of it.”

“Why? It isn’t broken. You aren’t supposed to do that to me.”

“You aren’t supposed to cum in the plaster-room but it didn’t stop you. Don’t take it personally we test all the men like that. And they all fail.”

“Next escort taksim please!”

The next patient came in and I felt obliged to leave.

I went for my three month appointment.

My doctor at the end of the session asks “Did you make any progress with the chastity plaster-caste?”

“Afraid not. Apparently I like every other male that visits them failed some sort of test of theirs and that’s why I am in this home-made chastity belt.”

“Wow. Some true modern day feminists eh. I’ll have to pop along and say hello. Its good to see some women are still active in the fight.”

On that note I left.

Six months and the plaster-caste was coming off.

I went to the plaster-room. And a very severe looking nurse was there to remove the plasters.

“Aren’t the other nurses working today?” I inquired.

“Yes, but they only apply the plasters. I remove them.”

“Oh I said.” as she removed my plaster.

“There, that must feel better. Getting a bit of fresh air again?” she said.

“Yes, thank you very much.”

On my way out. I waited for a chance to sneak in to see the other nurses once again.

I was accompanied by the admin worker.

“I just wanted to say thank-you for all you have done.” I stuttered.

“It’s our pleasure.” said nurse 1.

“Always good to see a happy customer” said nurse 2.

And off I went.

No doubt there are many of us customers of the plaster-room in permanent home-made chastity devices.

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I tried to relax and gather my thoughts as I sat in the well-appointed waiting room impatiently rehearsing my best interview responses. It had been a long day already, up before 4 am to make the 6 am flight from Des Moines to La Guardia, then a cab to the Manhattan office. I was just barely early for my 1:30 interview. Not only a long day, but it had been a long year. Unemployed after an unexpected layoff, I hadn’t had many real opportunities for good jobs.

And my wife Kelli was becoming very frustrated with me. She had been advancing in her career and she didn’t seem to understand how hard it was for me to find a job. After all, I was now over 50 and I knew my job skills were lacking. Fortunately she had found me this interview. I was grateful that she’d set it all up for me, even booked my flight. And she told me that she had spoken to Ms. Panington, the director, and given her some background on my behalf. BMI, Behavior Modification Institute was the company. I had tried to research them on the internet, but the company website only listed contact information and displayed a notice that, due to the private nature of their mission, no other information was available.

I figured Ms. Panington would fill me in soon enough. If the office furnishings were any indication, this company was doing pretty dang well. All Kelli had told me was that the position would require extensive on-site training and that they were looking to fill it immediately. She had purchased an open-ended return ticket for me, and had packed my suitcase for me as well. She seemed to expect that I would get the position. We both knew I needed it. She had become so frustrated with me that our sex life had suffered and I hadn’t made love with her for months.

The phone rang at the reception desk. “Yes, Ms. Panington. He is here. Shall I send him in?”

“She’s sending out Ms. Jenson to get you. You can bring your suitcase in with you.”

I could feel my nerves beginning to rise. I needed this job, and I didn’t know how I’d face Kelli if I went home without it.

The door next to the reception desk opened, “Tom? I’m Ms. Jensen. Please follow me.” Very formal, I thought, no handshake, hope this isn’t a bad sign. Ms Jensen was a petite redhead with a bust line that must have made it hard for her to balance on her 4 inch pumps. I tried not to look at her well-rounded rear under her tight A-line linen skirt as I followed her down the hall. I knew that if I let myself become aroused that I would have trouble focusing in the interview.

Finally, at the end of the hall Ms. Jensen entered a door to a corner office and closed it behind her. “This is Ms. Panington, our director and chief trainer. Sit there, Tom,” and she directed me to an overstuffed easy chair a few feet from Ms. Panington, who did not get up. I sat as directed and immediately recognized that I was not at eye level with Ms. Panington. She sat in a large leather desk chair on wheels and the chair I sat in left me several inches lower. Ms. Jensen sat on the nearby desk and seemed to make a display of crossing her legs.

“So, Tom, what do you know about BMI?” Ms. Panington began.

“I know that you are Behavior Modification Institute and I assume that you sell your programs to companies escort pendik looking to change the behavior of their employees?” I ventured.

“That’s a reasonable guess, Tom, but that’s not at all what we do. We actually are a one hundred percent female company and our customers are one hundred percent women. We help women change the behavior of their husbands, their boyfriends, or their sons.” I was confused and wondered what I was doing applying for a job with an all-female company. She continued, “You see Tom, there has been a bit of deception in getting you here. We do not have a job for you. Kelli has hired us to change your behavior.”

“What? You’ve got to be kidding?” I manage to say, “And what behavior is it that she wants changed?”

“There appears to be plenty that is in need of changing, Tom. Kelli completed our questionnaire, which is quite extensive, and actually she was here last month for an in-person assessment,” Ms. Panington explained with notable disdain, “She is quite disgusted with you, and frankly, I don’t blame her.”

“Why? What? What did she tell you about me?” I am both curious and angry.

“I think it is best that we start with your viewing the introductory video that she taped while she was here. Then we will start our assessment,” she explained. She leans over to her laptop, taps some keys, and Kelli’s image flashes up on the 50 inch flat screen on the office wall.

The image of Kelli begins speaking. “Tom, if you are watching this you must be with Ms. Panington and Ms. Jensen. I want you to do exactly as they tell you. This will make or break our marriage. As you know I have become quite successful in my career during this past year when you have been home surfing porn and masturbating. Yes, Tom, I know about your masturbating. I installed a hidden camera in our home office and one in the bedroom. I have seen you playing with your pathetic little dick every day. And I’ve seen you going through my dresser drawers and jerking off in my panties and other things. Yes, Tom, I’ve been watching you for months, and I have shown the tapes to Ms. Panington and Ms. Jensen.” Ms. Panington taps a key on her laptop and the video pauses.

“Do you have a problem with masturbation, Tom?” she asks.

“Well, I, ahh, I just sometimes, you know, if I’m bored, or something,” I feel my face flushing.

Ms. Panington resumes the video, and Kelli continues, “Tom, I do think that you have many endearing qualities and I do love you. If I didn’t I would have kicked you out long ago. But, I want to tell you something that I have kept from you for years, you are a terrible lover. Your penis is very small and it has never satisfied me. You too often prematurely ejaculate, and now I find that you are a compulsive masturbator. So, here is how it will be: You can get up right now and walk out, return home, and go with me to the attorney’s office and sign paperwork for a divorce; or, you will sign an agreement with BMI to undergo their training. It will begin with a two-week intensive, then one four day weekend per month over the next year or until I am completely satisfied.” Kelli stops talking for a couple moments, as though for the weight of what she said to be allowed to sink in, escort şişli to sink deep to my core. Then she continues, saying softly but sternly, “Things must change, Tom, or we’re done.” The TV screen goes blank.

I am dumbfounded. And, I am embarrassed to have these two attractive women know about my private habits. I couldn’t bear the thought that Kelli had watched me pleasure myself in front of the computer screen and with pairs of her panties, bras, slips, and stockings. And these women have seen the video tapes as well. My face is flushed with embarrassment and my head hangs in shame. Ms. Panington stands up and approaches me. For the first time I notice how striking she is. Probably 6’2 in her heeled black boots, she is wearing a knee-length red leather skirt, a white silk blouse unbuttoned to show just a hint of white lace, and her perfume is intoxicating. She hands me a clipboard with a form on it and instructs me simply, “Sign here.”

Without hesitation I sign. I knew that I couldn’t afford, in more ways than one, to lose Kelli. Plus, I am experiencing a strange arousal from the thought that these two beautiful women knew my secrets.

“Fine, then. Let’s begin. Stand up and take off all clothing down to the women’s panties that we know you are wearing. Kelli told us about that little habit as well.”

I did as I was told. I wished that I hadn’t chosen pink panties this morning, but how would I have known anyone would see them.

“Now sit back down, Tom.” Ms. Panington stated firmly, without comment about the lace-trimmed full brief panties I was wearing. Once I was seated she continued. “Since part of your problem is compulsive and secretive masturbation, I want you to rub yourself through those pink panties until you are hard. Once you are hard and as large as you can muster, tell me and we will continue.” Ms. Jensen now had a big smirk on her face and was teasingly crossing and uncrossing her legs. I was so nervous that I couldn’t get hard, and the harder I tried, the more I seemed to shrink and the more embarrassed I became. Little drops of precum had left a wet spot on my panties.

“I thought this might happen. You can’t perform in front of a woman because you are so used to jerking off in private. From now on, Tom, you will only be allowed to touch your precious little wee-wee in the presence of a woman. Is that understood?” she stopped and waited for my answer, continuing to tower over me.

“Yes, but…” I start to protest.

“You might be wondering how we will know. Show him, Ms. Jensen. Believe me, Tom, we will know. And you do not want to see what behavior modification techniques we will use if you touch yourself outside of the presence of a woman and without explicit permission to do so,” Ms. Pennington explains in a no-nonsense tone.

Ms. Jensen pulls open a drawer on the desk and pulls out a small pink contraption. “Stand up, Tom, and pull down your panties. It is best for us to do this when you are soft anyway.”

I comply. Ms. Jensen pulls on white latex gloves, lifts up my balls, and slides one side of my sack, then the other, through a round plastic ring. This ring is connected by a thick red wire to a stretchy pink Velcro band that she attaches around ataköy escort the base of my penis. She leans over and taps a couple keys on the keyboard and a graph pops up on the screen. “See this, Tom?” Ms. Jensen explains, pointing to the graph. “This will monitor the blood flow and arousal 24/7, and an alert will be sent to both of our cell phones if this is removed. Ejaculation is unmistakable on this computer program. Comprende?”

I nodded in agreement. With a mind of its own, my penis betrayed me as it grew to a full erection. They noticed, laughed at my arousal, and Ms. Jensen said to Ms. Panington, “Kelli did tell us that he jerked off looking at FemDom websites. Look how our control of his little wee-wee excites him. How sweet.”

“Get the measuring tape, please,” and I was mortified to have Ms. Jensen place the end of the tape at the base of my now fully erect cock and have her convey the tale of the tape to Ms. Panington, “Three and five-eighths, just over three and a half. No wonder Kelli has been so frustrated.” My face flushed with humiliation, but my cock was throbbing and dancing on its own.

“Look how he loves the humiliation of his pathetic size being revealed to us two women,” Ms. Jensen comments, “this behavior modification is going to be a load of fun.”

Ms. Panington took on a more serious tone, “Tom, there are a few things that you must learn. First, you may only touch yourself in the presence of and with the permission of a woman. Second, you must learn not to ejaculate without permission. We will be addressing the premature ejaculation. Third, Kelli told us that she will never again allow your little wee-wee to enter her, so your only pleasure will be supervised masturbation. Oh yes, she also told us that she plans to never again touch it since it disgusts her so much. And finally, you will learn to pleasure women in other ways. Repeat to me what I just told you so that I know you understand.”

I repeated what she had told me, again with my arousal being obvious from the involuntary throbbing and jerking of my cock.

“Now I want you to stroke it for us, just as you’ve been sneaking around and doing. If you get close to losing control you may take your hand away and ask for permission to stop. We want to get a baseline for the computer program.” Ms. Panington instructed me, now with a smile, “I am going to begin your sexual history interview, and I want you stroking as we talk. Understood?”

I nodded and took my manhood in my right hand and began to slowly pump.

“And no B.S. Remember, we have considerable information from your wife, and we’ve seen videos of your masturbatory sessions.” I nodded that I understood. “So, let’s begin. Do you like to wear women’s underwear?”

“Yes, Mam, I do.” I responded as I slowly stroked.

“Tell us about the first time you put on panties. Were they your mothers?”

“Yes. I was about 12 years old. I was home alone and I went into her bedroom and opened her dresser. I looked through her things and a strong urge came over me to try on a pair of her panties,” I continued to stroke as I explained, “They were white, nylon with lace…” Without warning, my cock begins to erupt. I quickly move my hand away, and say, “May I stop stroking?” But it is too late. I have spattered all over my stomach, the chair, even onto the carpet.

The two women shout in unison, “You naughty little panty boy. You will be punished for that.”

(If there is enough interest, I will continue the story with additional chapters.)

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This story picks up the characters and events of my Cindy & Raj series. It will make better sense if you read “Cindy & Raj: She Takes His Hand” first.

*

“Did you get my husband to the airport on time this morning?” asked Barbara, Raj’s mother-in-law, who had just entered the living room of the wing of the house where Raj lived with his new wife, Cindy, Barbara’s daughter.

Barbara and James, Cindy’s father, lived in the other wing.

It was late afternoon and Raj and Cindy were sipping Indian tea, the national drink of Raj’s homeland.

“Yes, I did,” Raj replied, “He has high hopes for the meetings in San Fransisco. By the way, he told me that he had left notes for you and me on the desk in his study.”

“Oh?” Barbara said in surprise, “well, let’s go see what these notes are all about.”

The three of them walked to the study in James’s and Barbara’s wing of the house and Raj picked up an envelope with his name on it from the desk, opened it, and began to read.

“Hmmm,” Raj said, after reading the first few paragraphs, “in his note, your husband says that you bought a pair of $200 shoes the other day after he had specifically told you not to spend over $150. He also says that when he asked you to explain yourself you sassed him and called him cheap. Is this true?”

Barbara, who had difficulty thinking of the brown-skinned Raj as an equal in the first place, turned dark with anger when she heard this. She couldn’t decide what was more infuriating. That her husband would reveal this trivial, but personal, detail about their lives to their new son-in-law or that this impertinent upstart would presume to ask her about it.

“I hardly think that’s any of your business,” she said through clenched teeth as she glowered at him.

“Well,” Raj replied, “he left you a note as well. Perhaps that will explain things.”

There was, indeed, a second envelope on the desk with Barbara’s name. She opened it and began to read. As she did her face turned from angry purple to pink and then red.

“Oh, dear,” Raj and Cindy heard her mutter.

Barbara’s eyes grew large as she read more.

“No, No! He can’t mean … but … but …,” she was no longer muttering and her eyes were beginning to water.

“Mother, is something the matter?” Cindy asked.

“Oh, shut up!” Barbara snapped, “I mean, I’m sorry dear. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that; but could you do me a favor and go … um … go … to the grocery store? There are things that Raj and I need to discuss in private.”

“The only thing you could possibly need to discuss with my husband without me hearing is a surprise party for me,” Cindy pointed out, “and my birthday isn’t for months, so what could you possibly-“

“Actually, Mrs. Johnson,” Raj interrupted, “your husband’s note to me specifically says that Cindy is to stay in the room and watch. He probably says the same in yours.”

“Watch what?” asked Cindy.

“I’ll think you’ll see in a moment,” said Raj, “but that’s going to be up to your mother.”

Furiously, Barbara continued reading her note and exclaiming. “Oh … oh … yes, he does say … oh, but this is quite impossible … He can’t expect me to … ”

She looked away from the letter and sniffled for a moment, then went back to it.

“If I refuse … oh, my! … ‘rather severe consequences’ … oh!”

She dropped the note on the desk looked away from both Raj and Cindy. Her face was flushed and she was beginning to breathe hard.

Mr. Johnson was the most understated of men, Raj knew. He was the kind of guy who called a gale at sea “a bit of weather” and a trek across the desert in wartime “a spot of adventure.” For him to use the phrase “rather severe consequences” … well, it probably conjured up for Barbara images of the rack and a cat o’ nine tails.

“Raj,” Barbara said, smiling now, “when my husband wrote those notes, I think he must not have been feeling well, or perhaps he was momentarily angry with me over something and scribbled those notes out in a fit of pique. You see, it is simply inconceivable that he would really intend for me to … that is, for you to … “

“I understand, Mrs. Johnson,” Raj replied reassuringly, “Tell you what, its only 3 pm in San Fransisco. Why don’t we call him at his hotel and-“

“No!” Barbara interrupted in a panic, “I mean, … uh … let’s not bother him on his business trip. I happen to know that he hates that. Let’s just wait until he gets home and then we’ll ask him about the notes.”

“As you wish, Mrs. Johnson,” said Raj, “but I heard you read the phrase ‘rather severe consequences’ from his note to you and I would hate for you to have to undergo something more severe upon his return if he finds that we have not fulfilled the instructions in his notes.”

Barbara considered again the phrase ‘rather severe consquences.’ After a moment, she sighed deeply.

“Alright, we’ll fulfill his damned instructions,” Barbara said with resignation, “except please, as a favor to me, send Cindy out of the room. We’ll tell him when he returns escort kartal that she stayed. He’ll never be the wiser.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Mrs. Johnson. It would involve all three of us in a deception of your husband. This I cannot agree to. My relations with him must always be honorable and honest.”

Defeated, Barbara hung her head and walked slowly to the desk where she kicked off her shoes. She held up first one foot, and then the other, to peel off her socks. Then she stood facing the desk, took a deep breath for courage, unzipped her skirt, dropped it to the floor, and stepped out of it.

“Mother!” Cindy exclaimed in amazement.

“Remain quiet,” Raj said sharply and Cindy clapped her hand over her mouth but her eyes remained huge as she stared disbelieving at her mother.

With a groan of embarrassment, Barbara bent over the desk. She was wearing unexpectedly sexy panties. They hinted at a secret side of her that her daughter knew nothing about. They were a deep bright red with lots of lacy frills and the leg holes were cut very high on the sides reaching nearly to the waistband.

“Let’s not waste any time, Mrs. Johnson,” Raj said politely but, now, for the first time in his relationship with her, his voice became commanding as if her obedience was his due.

“Remove the panties.”

Sniffling, Barbara turned her head to the other side so that she would not have to be facing Raj. She inserted her thumbs into her panties, then froze. It was too much. She could not bring herself to bare her bottom in front of her son-in-law. The fact that her daughter was watching made it doubly impossible. (Both Raj and Cindy had seen Barbara naked below the waist several months before when they watched through a window as Barbara was spanked by James. But Barbara did not know this.)

“Your mother is suffering a failure of courage, Cindy, come here and remove her underwear,” Raj commanded.

“I- I- can’t do that!” Cindy exclaimed, but Raj simply glared at her and, frightened, she walked to her mother, took hold of her panties and yanked them down to her ankles.

“Cindy!” her mother sobbed, “How could you? I’m your mother!”

“Please, Mother, step out of them. Step out of them, now! Raj is angry,” Cindy said with a bit of panic in her voice.

When Barbara didn’t respond, Cindy pushed the panties to the floor and simply slid them out from under her mother’s bare feet.

“Sit there,” Raj commanded Cindy, nodding his head toward a plush chair that faced the desk. She obeyed at once.

“Now, Mrs. Johnson,” Raj continued, “your husband’s note refers to ‘offering your bottom.’ He says that you will know what this means.”

Barbara let out a loud sob of utter mortification. Then, with her eyes screwed shut and her teeth clenched, she arched her back and rose up on her tip toes. The effect was to raise her bottom in the air as if she was asking for chastisement.

Cindy could not help gasping at this lewd tableau, but a glare from Raj silenced her.

Raj walked over to stand beside his mother-in-law and surveyed the scene. Barbara was forty-one, thirteen years older than Raj, the age at which female bottoms begin to sag. The profile of the butt changes from a half circle shape to half teardrop. But Barbara had the ass of a twenty-five year old. The stairmaster had been good to her. Her bottom was high and firm and the skin from waist to heel was smooth and creamy white. If Cindy were beside her now, also naked below the waist, it would be impossible to tell which was mother and which was daughter.

“Alright, Mrs. Johnson,” Raj commanded, “your husband’s note says that you will now tell me why you need punishment and that you will make a polite request of me. So tell me why you are here baring your bottom to your son-in-law and your daughter.”

“I- I- I disobeyed my husband when I overspent on shoes,” Barbara stammered, “and I was disrespectful to him when he reproached me about it.”

“And what would you like me to do about it?” he asked.

“P- please, suh- suh- sir, help me learn obedience and respect by giving my b-b-bare b-bottom a thorough sp-spanking,” Barbara choked out in abject humiliation.

“Very good,” said Raj. “Now, your husband’s note suggests several implements: my own hand, a wooden ruler here in the desk, a hairbrush in your bedroom, and so on; but since I know you look down on people of my color I am curious. Are you so racist that you would prefer the increased pain of a ruler or hairbrush to the ignominy of having my brown hand touch your bottom? So I will give you the choice: hand spanking or an instrument of your choosing?”

It wasn’t as hard a choice as Raj imagined, partly because Barbra was more snob than racist and partly because she was all too familiar with the burning sting and throb that an instrument spanking produced in her hindquarters.

“I’ll take a hand spanking,” Barbara whispered.

Raj wasted no time and immediately brought his hand down with medium strength on the middle of that prettily proffered escort bayrampaşa left buttock.

“Ah!” Barbara gasped and jerked. Linda stared, mouth agape. She could not believe she was watching her mother, a mother who had spanked her many times, receiving a bare bottomed spanking at the hands of her new husband.

Smack. Raj struck the other hill. There was another gasp, but less of a jerk this time, from Barbara. For the next two minutes Raj rained moderate to hard spanks all over Barbara’s ass at a rate of about one per second.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Before long, Barbara was making “ow!” and “ah!” sounds that grew louder and louder. As Raj continued, she began to twitch and jerk with each blow. Her head turned back and forth and she gripped the edge of the desk with white knuckles. She did not try to cover her bottom with her hand or reach back to rub it, no matter how strong the temptation. Her husband’s note had explicitly specified that the “usual punishment rules apply” and that meant that her spanking would start over from the beginning if she covered up.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Well into the second minute, she began to twist at the waist and shift her weight from one foot to the other. Her noises grew longer and more frantic: “Owww! Unnnh! Uhhh! Errggh!”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Near the end of the second minute, she began to buck her hips against the desk while continuing her twisting as she tried to shake away the pain.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Linda watched in fascination as her mother’s buttocks clenched and unclenched spasmodically as if she thought she could squeeze the pain out them.

After a brief rest, during which Barbara’s gasping and panting was the only sound, Raj resumed. His pace was slower but he smacked at top strength, mostly uppercuts to the most sensitive curve of Barbara’s now very pink bottom.

Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!

After a minute of these, Barbara’s cries no longer correlated with the spanks. She simply howled at the continuous burning in her butt.

“Oooowwwww!”

“Oh, oh, oh, that hurts, Raj, I mean, Sir!”

“Ahhhhhhhyyaaa!”

“Unnnh! Not so hard! Please!”

Raj decided to finish with another 30 seconds of the hard ones.

Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!

Now Barbara was blubbering continuously and incoherently. Her buns and legs were performing a salacious mixture of the Jitterbug, the Lindy Hop, and the Twist. She kicked out her legs to one side or the other, effectively spreading her buns and displaying her anal pucker and her pubis. She shifted her hips rapidly from side to side along the edge of the desk and, then, after a few seconds of shifting, she’d switch to bucking the desk maniacally, jamming her hip against it as though hoping that if she could only move her hips a little bit more forward, she could outrace the pain and leave it behind.

She was oblivious to the dirty dancing she was doing or the soft core show she was putting on for her daughter and son-in-law. All modesty was abandoned in the world she now inhabited, a world that contained only pain.

Cindy’s eyes were huge as she watched.

When Raj finally stopped, Barbara continued to twitch, twist, buck, and clench for another half a minute.

“Your husband’s note,” Raj spoke calmly, “says that you are to thank me now; however, I can see that you are unable to speak, so I will allow you to sooth your bottom for the moment.”

Tears streaming down her face, Barbara stood up and reached back with both hands and began furiously rubbing her bottom while she continued to blubber and choke. It was humiliating beyond words to be doing this in front of the daughter whom she had so often spanked and the daughter’s husband; but the pain was so great, she could not help herself.

After a minute, she calmed enough, and regained enough modesty, to move her hands in front to hide her triangle.

“Ow, ooh, th- thank you, sir, for that –sniffle- spanking. I’m sure –sniffle- it will help me remember –sniffle- to obey and respect my husband.”

“I hope so, Mrs. Johnson,” Raj replied. “You will remain bare below the waist as you prepare and serve Cindy and me our dinner. After dinner, Cindy and I will be watching a DVD. You will kneel in the corner half naked, as you are now, with your back turned to us.

“Yes, sir,” Barbara replied humbly and she turned toward the kitchen.

“Stop!” Raj demanded. “You have atoned for your disobedience to your husband, but not for your bigotry to me.”

“Oh!” Barbara squealed in real fear as she instinctively backed a step away from Raj and put both hands protectively on her bottom.

“After dinner I am going to loan you a book about my country and its culture. You will begin to read it tonight when you are on your knees in the corner. One week from tonight, you will present yourself to me over this desk just as you did tonight and I will quiz you about the first chapter. If I feel that you have not studied escort merter it hard enough, then you will be spanked.”

“I will, I will,” Barbara assured him. “I will study it very hard.”

“Wait, there is more,” he waved impatiently. “Every week you will study a chapter and be quizzed on it until the book is complete. In the future there will be other books. About bigotry. About respect for other cultures, races, and religions.”

“I understand,” said Barbara, “I will learn it. You’ll see.” She then walked to the door, heading for the kitchen. She could feel her daughter’s eyes on her bright pink bottom and she quickened her step.

When Barbara was gone, Cindy’s eyes turned to her husband and she stared at him in new admiration. Her eyes had a feverish light in them.

Three days later, James returned from his trip and he debriefed Raj about his wife’s punishment session. Satisfied that his instructions had been followed, James explained to his son-in-law why he wanted Raj to punish Barbara instead of doing it himself.

“I’ve been spanking her since before Cindy was born, over 22 years now. In addition to the pain, there used to be a powerful embarrassment factor for Barbara that made the spankings more effective. But after all these years of twisting and squirming lasciviously during spankings, she’s gotten used to it to some extent. I have various tricks to increase the humiliation factor, such as making her ask for her punishment and making her thank me afterwards, but to some extent she’s gotten used to all that, too. A new set of eyes on her bare bottom and a new hand on her bum is what is needed.”

“I understand,” replied Raj, “and I’m happy to oblige, and perhaps you would return the favor sometime if I think a punishment of Cindy would be more effective coming from you than from me?”

“Gladly,” said James, “only she’ll have to have her panties pulled up into a wedgie or wear those thong things: I don’t want to see my daughter’s privates.”

“Of course,” Raj agreed, “I quite understand.”

Four days later, it was time for Barbara’s first quiz about India and its culture. The four of them had dinner together in the older couple’s wing of the house. She had been nervous all through dinner and she blushed frequently at the thought of what was to come.

After the dishes were cleaned, Raj spoke to his mother-in-law, using his commanding voice and manner.

“It is time for your quiz, Mrs. Johnson. Come into the study now and bring the book I loaned you.”

The two of them walked to James’s study and stood before his desk.

“Now, present yourself to me as you did last week,” Raj instructed.

“Oh, dear,” Barbara whimpered, “surely there’s no need for me to … I’m mean it’s just a quiz and if I do well you won’t be spanking me anyway, so-“

“Quiet,” Raj interrupted her firmly but calmly. “This is part of your punishment for your bigotry, so you will do as you are told.”

With a quiet sniffle, Barbara kicked off her sandals and, blushing furiously, began to unbutton her slacks. At that moment she noticed that her husband and daughter had followed them into the room.

“Wh-What are they doing here?” she asked in a quavering voice, “surely you are not going to let them stand there and watch while I’m bent over naked below-“

“No,” it was her husband interrupting her this time. “I’m not going to stand here and watch. I’m going to sit on this chair and watch.”

With that he plopped himself down on a plush chair that faced the desk. Cindy sat down on the arm of the chair, smiling. The chance to see her husband spank her strict, demanding mother a second time had excited her.

“Oh” Barbara groaned, but after another moment of hesitation, she opened her slacks, let them drop to the floor, and pushed them aside with her foot. Knowing in advance that she would probably be “presenting” herself to Raj this evening, she had worn conservative white cotton panties. She put her hands on them, and then hesitated again.

“Don’t be uncooperative, Barbara,” her husband instructed from the chair. “or you’ll be punished no matter how well you do on the quiz.”

Barbara didn’t need a second warning. As her eyes watered a bit, she quickly pulled the panties down, squatting to get them to her ankles. She stepped out of them, turned to the desk and bent over it, taking hold of the far edge with both hands.

“Complete the presentation, now, Mrs. Johnson,” Raj instructed patiently.

With a small sob, Barbara raised herself on tip toes and arched her back. This caused her bottom to stick up as if she were inviting her son-in-law to spank her.

“This time,” Raj continued, “I want you to turn your toes a little pigeon-toed as well.”

Barbara did as she was told and then began to weep softly at the utter humiliation of her situation. Her pose seemed to actually beg her strong, brown-skinned, son-in-law to spank her. She realized, too, that in another context this pose would seem to beg to be fucked from behind or taken anally. In any context, it was a posture of utter and complete submission. That her own husband and daughter were watching made it infinitely worse. Barbara squeezed her eyes shut and prayed that the earth would open up and swallow her.
“Now, Mrs. Johnson,” said Raj, “explain to us why you are here displaying yourself so shamelessly.”

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Yavaşça çıktı erkekliğimin ucun kadınlığımın çevresinde sildi.Üzerime eğilerek ufak bir öpücük kondurdu.image- Yarın on iki. Unutma bu hafta sonu en az bir kere babamla da olacaksın.Üzerimden kalkıp evden çıkması bir dakika sürmemiştir. Elim apışaramda ayağa kalktım. Tüm kadınlığımın çevresi bembeyaz dölleri ile kaplanmış içime uzun uzun akıttığı sıcaklığı şimdi aşağıya doğru akıyordu. Memo bile bu kadar döl ile dolduramıyordu kadınlığımı. Yatağın ortasında da iki büyük damla duruyordu. Uzun süredir biriktirdiği yükünü bana bırakmıştı. Duştan çıkmadan kıllarımız temizledim. Çarşafları değiştirirken yine bir pişmanlık kapladı içimi. Oğlumu bahane ederek kendi rahatımı düşünmüştüm. Bunun içinde, bana bunları sağlayan adamın oğlunun altına yatmıştım.O gece TV seyrederken oturdum yanına. – Doktor dedi ki bugünler kritikmiş beraber olmayı atlamayın.- iyi sen geç içeri ben geliyorum.İçeri geçtim. Düğünde aldıkları seksi çamaşırları giydim. Üzerime örtüyü çekmeden uzandım öğle vakti oğluyla seviştiğim yatağa. Odaya girince şaşkınlıkla baktı. Banyoya girip çıktığında yine donu ve atleti ileydi. Oğlunun sırım gibi vücudunda sonra ellisine gelmiş bu adam iyice göbekli ve komik göründü gözüme. Yatağa girdiğinde yine boynuma ordan göğüslerime inerek külodumu çekiştirdi acele ile içime girmek için.- Beni sevmiyon mu sen dedim. Beklemiyordu. Durdu- Nasıl söz o dedi.- Bilmem ki ne öpüyon ne sarılıyon. Ben de sevmiyon diye düşündüm.Durdu şaşkınca bana baktı. – Sen beni seviyon mu?- Tabii ki sen bana kol kanat gerdin, oğluma yabanlık etmedin.Yine üzerime eğildi. Dudaklarımı öptü.- Güzel kadınsın, benim gibi yaşlı bir adam ile oynaşmak istemezsin diye düşünmüştüm.Dudaklarını kapıp uzun uzun öptüm. – Yanımda kal gitme işin bitince televizyonun yanına.Üzerinden escort ataşehir atleti çekip çıkardım. Kırlaşmış göğüs kıllarının arasına elimi gezdirdim. Tekrar dudaklarıma yapıştı. Ağzımı açtım. Sigara kokan dili içine girdi. Tepki vermedim. Boynuma oradan göğüslerime indim. Göğüslerimde iken iki elim ile kafasını bastırdım göğüslerime. Anladı ayrılmadı bu sefer. Bıyıkları bata bata göğüslerimi emdi. Benim her defasında yanda duran kollarım şimdi boynunu ve sırtını okşuyordu.Elini küloduma attığında son darbeyi vurdum.- Senin için sırıl sıklam oluyor. Böyle deyince elini ayırmadan tekrar dudaklarıma yapıştı. Hoyratça sıktığı kadınlığım acıyor tam anlamıyla suyu çıkıyordu. – Yavaşla canım acıdı deyince üzerimden yana kaydı. Gözlerinde evlendiğimizden beri ilk defa büyük bir şehvet vardı. Aşağıya baktım, kapkara erkekliği dikilmiş duruyordu. – Bana çocuk ver, diyerek üzerine çıktım öpmeye başladım dudaklarını Erkekliğini kendim ayarlayıp kadınlığıma hizaladım. İlklerin gecesinde ilk defa tutuyordum erkekliğini. Memonunkinden kısa ama kalın. Yavaşça yerleşince tamamen içime aldım ve koca kalçalarım vücuduna yapıştı. Alttan yavaşça kıpardamaya çalışıyor ben ise sadece kalçalarımı oynatıyordum. Bu poziyonda bızırıma baskı yapan göbeği içimi titretiyordu. Yine evlendikten sonra ilk defa elleri kalçalarıma yapışıp sıktı. Sert, toptancılıktan gelme nasırlı elleri kalçalarımı koparacak gibiydi. imageYakındım. O da alt dudağını sıkarak dayanmaya çalışıyordu. Ama son bir darbe ile içime akıtmaya başladı bile. Oğlununki gibi içime akan bir şelale hissetmiyordum ama yine de şişip inen başı kadınlığımda geziniyordu. Kısa sürede sönüp içimden çıkacağı için belimi öne doğru bastırmaya ve ezilen bızırımla boşalmaya çalıştım. Kocamın göğüs kafesi ter içinde kalmış gözleri kızarmıştı. Çok yaklaşmıştım ama olmayacaktı. Yalandan bir kaç ohlama ile ben de kendimi bıraktım ve kocama sarılarak yana yıkıldım. İlk defa saatlerce çırılçıplak birbirimize sarılarak uyuduk.Sabah apar topar çocuğu okula gönderdim. Kahvaltıyı hazırlayıp odaya döndüğümde hala uyuyordu. Normalde bu saatte çoktan mal almak için köylere inerdi.Yanına uzandım. Sönmüş erkekliği ufacık kalmıştı. Öperek uyandırdım.- Geç kaldın Kahvaltı hazırladım.Hafifçe dudağını öptüm o da bana karşılık verdi. – Yumurta yaptım, sucuk da var. Bu arada ellerim çıplak göğüslerini okşuyordu- Seni tüm aile o kadar sevdi ki. Kızım bile döl tutmazsa gönderme sakın diyor. Hepsi bana söz verdirdi.Boşu boşuna mı yatmıştım oğlanın altına.- Hiç bir şeyi kafana takma. Senin oğlun benim oğlum biliyorsun.Ne kadar iyi bir adamı boynuzlamıştım. Ama daha mutlu olacaktı bunun sonunda. Elimi biraz daha aşağılara indirerek erkekliğini yakaladım. Yumuşaktı hala. Bir ona bir erkekliğine baktım. – İster misin, öpem mi?Gözleri şaşkınlıkla açıldı. Aşağıya kayarak hafif hafif doğrulan erkekliğinin çevresini öptüm. Erkekliğinden gelen koku çıldırtıyordu beni. Memonunki ile dakikalarca oynadığım yaladığım günler aklıma geldi. Islanmıştı apış aram. Dün gece benden kalan kokular ve kurumuş az bir döl hala üstündeydi. Başını tamamen ağzıma alıp emdim. Dölünün tadı ağzıma yayıldı. Oradan dilimle köküne kadar indim. Tekrar başını dillemeye devam ettim. Ancak dikleşmişti. Hırıltıyla karışık sesler çıkartıyor ama tek bil kelime de etmiyordu. Bir elim ile torbalarını tutarken diğer elimle kendimi kontrol ettim. Parmaklarım donumun çevresindeki ıslaklığa dokununca ben de inledim.Erkekliğini iyice ıslatmış başı ağzımın içinde ağzımın kenarları sızlayana kadar devam ettim. Ellisini geçmiş adama çok fazla yüklenmiştim. – Belim geliyor deyince, istemeyerek doğruldum. İlkinde tüm döllerini emip yutmam fazlasıyla şaşırtıcı olabilirdi onun için. – Ziyan etmeyelim dedim. Elbisemi belime toplayıp, donumu sıyırdım. Zaten sırılsıklamdım yavaşça oturdum üstüne. O da oturur oturmaz bıraktı kendini. Ben duş yapıp çıktığımda uyuya kalmıştı yatakta. Saate baktım onbuçuk. Eczaneye aradım hemen.- Baban biraz rahatsız geç çıkacak bugün evden.- Tamam dedi. Akşam yemeğe geldiğimizde planlarız yarını.

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Annem (1)Merhaba ben Ali geçen gün başımdan geçen bir olayı anlatmak istiyorum,Olayda geçenler;Annem,Parkeci (işci). Babamın yaşı:46 Annem:39 Ben:17 (Fake değildir.) Evimizi yenilemeye karar verdik eski bir müstakil eviydi.Pazartesi günü işçiler gelicekti ve evin yerlerine parkeler döşüceklerdi.Bende okula öğlenden sonra gideceğim için sabah onları bekliyordum.Sabah saat 9.30 civarı kapı çaldı açtım,karşımda sadece 1 kişi vardı işçi olarak.Adam 20-25 yaşlarındaydı,zayıf ve hafif kaslıydı.Adam malzemeleri başladı arabadan alıp balkona taşımaya,bende ona yardım ediyordum.-Annem balkona çıktı gelen adam hoşgeldiniz dedi,(annem öyle çok azgın bir kadın değildir yada ben öyle biliyordum) – İşçi Hoşbulduk abla dedi Malzemeleri taşıdıktan sonra çocuk işlere başladı iş 2 gün sürecekti.Saatime baktım 12:50 civarıydı,ders 13:20 deydi gitmem lazımdı çıktım evden.Okula doğru giderken düşünmeye başladım yaw dedim bunlar ikisi evde yalnız birşey yapmasınlar babam şeker hastası göbekli biri belk**e annemle ilgilenmiyordu fazla sonra bir anda biri geldi arkamdan sırtıma vurdu o ise yakın arkadaşım onurdu.Sonra okula gittim saat 3 te ders bitti onurla bizim evlerimiz çok yakındı arada 30-50 m vardı beraber yürüyorduk düşündüğüm şeyi onada anlattım kankamda ne söyledi dersiniz kanka gökçe abla gerçekten çok güzel bir kadın yaşına rağman hala göğüsleri ve kalçaları çok iyi bir an şaşırdım şoktaydım ama doğru söylüyordu sonra onur bana ben ensest hikayeler okuyorum dedi sende okumalısın dedi o ne ki dedim sen oku anlıcaksın dedi tamam eve gideyim akşama okurum dedim eve geldim.Annemle işçi birlikte balkonda escort kadıköy oturmuşlar kahve içiyorlardı.Girdim bende balkona baktım işçi kahveyi bitirmiş ben gelince işe koyuldu hemen.(annemin kıyafetleri:siyah bir tayt-beyaz tshirt)Saat 6 civarı oldu işçi ben gideyim dedi zaten evin yarısından çoğu bitmişti tek kişi olmasına rağmen 3+1 evin yarısını alt parkelerini yapmıştı.Akşam yemekten sonra onurun dediği aklıma geldi ensest hikayeler yazdım google’a ilk çıkan sayfaya girdim hikayede annesi,oğlu,ve oğlunun arkadaşı geçiyordu.Okudum baya ilgimi çekti.Onur acaba neyi kastediyordu ben o ve ben annemle birlikte olmamızımı istiyordu olabilir.Annem gerçektende göğüsleri dolgun sarkık kalçaları gayet sağlam biriydi.31 çektim yattım.Salı günü oldu ben saat 8 de gitmem lazımdı ders 8.30 daydı gittim sınıfta onurun yanına oturdum.onur hikayeleri okudunmu diye direk sordu evet okudum baya ilgimi çekti dedim ne tür okuduğumu sordu yengesiyle,teyzesiyle,kardeşiyle , annesiye olanlarından hangisi diye sordu annesiyle dediğimde yüzü hafiften güldü.Tam olarak konu ne diye sordu annesi oğlu ve oğlunun arkadaşı dediğimde iyice heyecanlandı hikayeyi tenefüste ona anlattım onur tam bizlikmiş dedi nasıl olum dedim neresi bizlik dedim burda oğlan kim dedim sen dedi birden bende kızarak ee anne olanda benim annem yani onur hemen atıldı kanka kızma benim annem 46 yaşında hiç güzel değil senin annen gibi yaşıda fazla hikaye sana göre olduğu için dedim kızma dedi bende yatışmıştım doğru söylüyordu annesi gerçekten güzel değildi.Öğle yemeğine çıktık onurla beraber escort ümraniye birden telefonum çaldı arayan annemdi açtım oğlum çıkışta eve gelme ben okula gelicem senle beraber çarşıya gidelim gel yanımda erkek bulunsun iç çamaşırı kot pantolan tshirt alıcam dedi tamam dedim ama kendisi nefes nefese konuşuyordu direk kapadı ben birden kuşkulandım ama bunu onura söylemedim onur ne oldu kanka dedi annem gelicekmiş onla çarşıya gidicez kendisine pantolon felan alıcakmış dedim hemen atıldı kanka bende gelebilir miyim işimde yok zaten dedi iyi gel dedim.Saat 3 olmuştu baktım annem kapıda bekliyordu,makyaş yapılmış tayt pantolon giymiş götü gerçekten çok iyi duruyordu saçlar sapsarı okuldaki tüm erkekler yanından geçerken kafalarını çevirip arkasına bakıyordu resmen utandım yürümeye başladık onur annem ve ben yolda yürürken bana fısıldayarak neden onuru (annem onurun annesinin yakın arkadaşı ordan biliyor) çağırdın ben iç çamaşırıda alıcaktım şimdi oda geliyor dedi bende birşey olmaz ne olucak dedim anne en yakın arkadaşım iyi tamam dedi girdik penti mağazasına annem tanga ve string modellerine ait ikişer tane aldı.Gerçektende çok azdırıcıydı aldığı kilotlar onur resmen kendinden geçmişti annem onları alırken kesin hayal ediyordur.Çıktık mağazadan lc wakıkiye girdik kot pantolon baktı 2-3 tane denemek için aldı deneme kabinlerinin oraya geldik çantasını verdi bana biz kapıda bekliyorduk aradan 5 dk geçti üçüde dar geldi dedi kapıyı sadece kafasını çıkacağı kadar açmıştı 3 kotu verdi altında büyük ihtimalle kilot vardı benden bir üst bedenden kot pantolon escort maltepe almamı istedi ben gittim ama onur gelmedi onur orda bekliyordu aldım pantolonu gittim kabine annem hala o pozisyonda bekliyordu onur ise tam annemin karşısındaydı ben tam verirken birden arka camdan annemin altındaki kilotu gördüm birden şaşırdım arkada cam olduğundan annemin arkası gözüküyordu siyah bir string giymişti (ben kilotlarda çok uzman değilim pentide yazıyordu)kotu verdim kapıyı kapattı ben olanı anlamıştım ama onur birşey söylemiyordu ama kesin görmüştü son verdiğim oldu dedi ve aldı mağazadan çıktık.Tam mahalleye vardık annem ben arkadaşıma gidicem sen eve gideceksen aldıklarımıda eve bırak dedi bende eve gidicem zaten dedim aldım onur kanka bende geleyim size dedi oyun felan atarız dedi tamam dedim bizim eve gittik onur hemen açtı bilgisayarı bir tane porno açtı lan olum napıyorsun dedim çok azdım kanka yolda bir kız gördüm çok iyidi dedi allah allah ben neden görmedim dedim kanka kız çok iyidi dedi iyi dedim ben bıraktım eşyaları gittim oturma odasına televizyonu açtım aradan 10 dk geçti onurdan ses yoktu bi bakayım dedim onur odamda yoktu,şaşırdım tuvalete baktım ordada yok yatak odasına baktım onur açmış annemin iç çamaşırlarına 31 çekiyordu birden lan olum ne yapıyorsun dedim birden oda korktu kanka kusura bakma porno açtım boşalamadım annenin kilotlarına bakmak istedim sadece dedi iyi üslerine döllerini boşaltma dedim tamam kanka dedi geçtim bilgisayara porno açmış pornodaki kadın sarışındı 35-45 yaşlarında birşeydi olgun birden annem olucağını düşündüm çünkü soyunma kabininde onun kilodunu görmüştü yolda gördüğü bir kız değildi o annemdi.Aradan geçti 5 dakka boşalmış geldi yanıma ben gideyim kanka sen gir lol atarız dedi iyi atalım dedim o gitti evden girdi oyun attık.Aradan 30 dk geçti annem geldi. (Hikayenin devamı gelen beğeni ve mesajlara göre yazıcam fake değildir)

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