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When you saw me knitting on the subway and moved over to ask me about it, I was very pleased. Lots of people give me funny looks when they see a young woman knitting but no one ever asks what I’m doing or shows any interest. Engrossed in my knitting, I didn’t even notice you on the train till you came and sat next to me. “Are you knitting?” you asked.

“Yes,” I smiled and nodded.

“It looks really beautiful – what’s that going to be, a scarf?”

“I think so. A Christmas present for someone on the list.”

“I’ve always wanted to learn to knit.”

“Really? Do you crochet or do any other needlecrafts?”

“No, nothing like that.”

“I’d be happy to teach you, if you want to learn. It wouldn’t take long and once you know how, you’re hooked. It happened to me.” I looked at you full in the face when I said this and smiled widely. You were fantastically pretty – your hair kind of blown around and your eyes sparkling kindly – and in a white button-down shirt and nicely fitting jeans. I am in the habit of checking girls out and I looked you over as discretely as I could, considering you were sitting so close to me.

“Really? I’d love that! I don’t want to be any trouble, though.”

“Not at all. I knit all the time anyway and I would love to show you how. How’s tomorrow for you?”

“Tomorrow afternoon is fine. Should I bring anything?”

“If you have time, you should try to buy a pair of needles, say number 7 or 8, and some yarn. But don’t buy cheap yarn, buy something decent and made of natural fibers. I can give you the address of a good shop,” I offered. I wrote down the address of my favorite yarn shop and then underneath, my address and directions to my apartment. We chatted for a few more moments about needle type and yarn color when your stop came up.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow at 2 or so,” you said as you got off the train. The next day, I got up and straightened up the house for your lesson. Made sure the couch cushions were straight, that the kitchen was clean and the floor swept. I took out my collection of knitting books and put them on the coffee table in case you wanted to consult them. I took a long, hot shower – typical for me, enjoying the water, the soap, even the razor. I wasn’t thinking specifically about seducing you or anything – I did want it to be a legitimate knitting lesson – but I didn’t want you to think I wasn’t preparing for your visit. I put on nice panties and a beautiful bra, even though I don’t usually wear one, and got dressed.

You rang the bell just after two. I ran down the stairs to let you in and showed you up to my apartment. We greeted each other warmly, and I noticed you were holding a bag.

“So you bought some supplies?” I asked, motioning toward it.

“Oh yeah. That store you recommended was great! I hardly knew which kind of yarn to chose.”

“Let’s see it.” You pulled out a ball of a lovely silk blend in a great shade of blue. “This will knit up really nicely. Want to get started?”

“Yeah!” We sat down on the couch.

“Oh, do you want anything to drink or anything? Some tea, water, juice, whatever?”

“Mmmm… how about some tea?” I put the kettle on and presently came out with our mugs.

I started out by showing you how to cast on. The yarn ran through your lovely long fingers as you wrapped it around your thumb, then around the needle. You were off to a great start.

“Okay, all of knitting is based on two stitches. The knit stitch and the purl stitch. Once you get the knit stitch down, we’ll go on to purl. Now watch what I do.” I made one stitch and looked back at you. It didn’t seem like you had watched me do it, so I did it again. I made about five more knit stitches and invited you to try with your needles. You pushed the needle under the stitch, just like I had shown you. You looped the yarn around the tip of the needle and then carefully and with just a little awkwardness, Ankara escort pulled the stitch off the left needle.

“Alright! You just knitted!” I told you. You went on to knit your whole row and had started on your second. I drank some tea and watched you. You were wearing a tight button down and had the first couple buttons undone, exposing your chest. I had to stare for just a moment when you caught me.

“Am I doing this right?” you asked. I was flustered.

“Yes, yes, let me see.” I took the knitting from you and looked at your stitches. They were well formed, neat – a little loose, which is common at first – but overall they looked really good. “Yeah, you’re doing great. Finish that row and I’ll show you how to purl.” I took the opportunity to look you over some more. Your breasts pressed against the front of your shirt and the buttons had to strain just a little to close the shirt. Your pants showed your legs to be powerful and lovely. I wished I had checked out your ass when we were still standing.

I started showing you how to purl the same way I demonstrated the knitting. I did it first and then let you follow. For right handers, it is kind of difficult to get purl down at first, as it is absolutely backward from the easier knit. I watched as you pushed the needle through the top of the stitch and tried to loop the yarn around the same way as you would for a knit stitch.

“You have to wrap the yarn opposite of how you do it for a knit stitch.” I said. You looked at me kind of puzzled and I couldn’t blame you. That made very little sense. “Here, watch me.” I did another couple of purl stitches and watched as you tried. You managed to wrap it in the right direction but you were having trouble withdrawing it from the left needle. “I had the exact same problem when I taught myself how to knit.” I saw my opportunity and took it. “Here, let me help you. Come and sit in this chair,” I offered, pulling out one of the wooden chairs around the dining room table. You sat down and held the knitting, ready to stitch. I stood behind you and ran my hands down the outsides of your arms till I reached your hands. I held my hands over yours in the same position.

“Now this is how you purl,” I explained, moving closer so that your head was between my breasts. I pushed the needle in and wrapped the yarn around the tip. I held your hand very tightly as we withdrew the needle together and made the first purl stitch.

“Now you’re purling,” I whispered into your ear. You moved back in the chair so that your head was touching the sides of my breasts. “You see this little bump?” I whispered, continuing, “That’s the purl stitch. That’s how you know you’re purling.” I let go of your hands and let you admire your work.

“Let’s try it again,” you asked. So I placed my hands on yours and leaned over so you were sure to feel my breasts on either side of your head. You moved the side of your face to nuzzle in closer to my right breast. I smiled to myself and held your hands tightly as we made another purl stitch together. And another. I had moved my whole body so that I was up against the chair, as close to you as I could be as we knitted together. You laid the work in your lap and I kept my hands on yours, interlocking our fingers tightly. You rolled your head around between my breasts and I moved my hands up your body to your lovely hair. I stroked it, ran my fingers through it, down to your neck. I cupped my hands around your neck and then caressed your cheeks with the outsides of my hands.

You were responding positively, and I was starting to crave you. I ran one of my fingers over your lips and you opened your mouth and sucked it. I came around to the front of the chair and put your knitting on the table. I sat on your lap and looked straight in to your eyes. Then we kissed. Just kissing on the lips at first, but in seconds your tongue was in my mouth, licking my lips, laying on my tongue Ankara escort bayan and caressing it. We were kissing deeply and passionately and my head was already spinning. I got up off your lap and took your hand, leading you to the couch.

We sat down next to one another and kissed again. As we kissed, my hands were on your neck, under your shirt on the shoulders, feeling your beautiful warm body and pressing it up to me. I broke from your kiss and started to kiss your neck. I licked it up and down, watched your lovely face as you stretched your neck to give me more to lick. I kissed your chest and then undid the first button that was fastened on your shirt. Your cleavage came in to view, full and firm and inviting. I immediately moved down to kiss your breasts and love them, rub my face against them, hold them in my hands.

I unbuttoned a few more buttons so my access to your beautiful breasts was unrestricted. I helped you sit up and I slid the shirt off your shoulders, down your arms, off. I leaned back to look at you in your bra and couldn’t help but kiss you more. I was so driven to feel you and be close to you that I could barely control myself, I didn’t know what I wanted to do to you because I wanted to do everything.

I touched your breasts in your bra, spread out my fingers and held each one, ran my fingers all over it. I love breasts and yours were fulfilling all my desires. I reached around to your back and unhooked your bra, watching as your breasts relaxed and were freed. I slowly slid the straps down your arms, enjoying every moment of revealing them entirely, watching your nipples appear. Once I saw them, I lost all restraint and yanked your bra off the rest of the way and began to suck your nipples.

They were so lovely, looking absolutely delicious. I kissed them, wrapped my tongue around them, enjoyed them every way I knew how. I bit them carefully, pinched them just enough to let you know I wanted you badly. Then pinched them a little harder. I knew I wanted to feel our chests together, feel how your breasts met mine, so I unbuttoned my shirt in your view, letting you watch as I revealed my small but beautiful breasts. I was down to my bra, which I unhooked and removed in a single quick motion.

You smiled as I lowered myself on to you and we both gasped as soon as our nipples touched. I felt a flood of wetness flow from my pussy. I was already wet, but the sensation of our nipples and breasts so close turned me on even more. We kissed with our breasts touching – you ran your hands up and down my back, in to my hair, over my ass – I couldn’t be close enough to you. We moved so we were both laying on our sides and grabbed each other’s ass and brought our abdomens together. I was moaning, you were moving down my neck to my breasts, squeezing them gently, squeezing the nipples roughly, tasting them, stimulating every part of my breasts. You moved down, licking my stomach, then unbuttoning and unzipping my pants.

You spread apart the zipper placket and exposed my abdomen and the top of my pubic hair. Just that much set my clit throbbing, but you continued by flattening out your hand and sliding it into my panties. My pussy was so warm and so wet. As soon as you lifted my panties, the aroma wafted up to me. I wanted your pussy, I wanted my pussy, I needed to have you naked.

Instead of pulling my pants off, you spread the lips of my pussy under my panties. I moaned as I felt the pressure in my clit. You moved your hand down to cover my whole pussy on the outside, you smiled as you felt how warm and slippery I was because of you. I must have had a begging look in my eye, because you pulled my pants off of me and stood up. I lay on the couch completely naked and you looked down at me, eyeing my body. I was getting so excited, laying there as you just looked at me, obviously enjoying the view.

Then you unbuttoned your pants and slid them off, your panties Escort Ankara with them. I looked up at your naked body, gorgeous and creamy, your nipples hard and a drop of your juice visible in the folds of your pussy. I stood up and came to you, our arms around each other, our nude bodies warm and close and buzzing from excitement. You felt so good against me and we sat down on the couch together.

You knelt down on the floor and I spread my legs for you without prompting. I moved to the edge of the sofa and put my hands on your head to reassure you. I needed you to eat me. You ran a finger up and down my pussy, each time I flinched with excitement. Your touch was so gentle and teasing but so promising and fulfilling. You used your finger to get past my lips and in to the slipperiness that was inside. I tightened my grip on you as your finger hit my clit. You drew your finger down firmly, so my lips were separated and my hole was in view. You lowered your mouth closer to my pussy and I prepared myself for the sensation of your tongue on my clit.

To my surprise, though, you thrust your tongue into my pussy, sticking it in deeper, licking it inside – it made me absolutely crazy. I have excellent control over my pussy muscles and I squeezed your tongue as you burrowed in. You loved it – you grabbed me around my back and pushed me on to your face. I watched as my juices smeared all over your forehead and nose. You came up and kissed me, let me lick my pussy off of your lips. It was so heavenly, and I wanted yours. I got off the couch and gently pushed you back. You spread your legs for me readily – it was obvious you didn’t want any teasing, as you spread your outer lips for me and gave me a marvelous, intimate view of your cunt, which I was absolutely starving for.

I kissed your clit with just my lips, caressing your inner thighs with my fingers. You were starting to shake, and I grabbed your thighs to steady you as I started to eat your pussy. I sucked your clit and licked it wantonly, with my tongue long and in long, full strokes. I slipped one finger inside you and we both started to breathe heavily – it was so wonderful inside, you were so wet and ready to be satisfied. I slipped in another finger and felt your pussy spread a bit to accommodate it. I kept licking your clit and sucking it, scraping it a little with my teeth. Your head was thrown back in ecstasy and you were pinching at your nipples and rubbing your breasts. I got back up on top of you and we kissed, this time you licking the pussy off my lips. We looked in to each others eyes and we both knew exactly what we wanted. I turned around and we started to sixty-nine.

My finger was back in your pussy and my tongue licking your clit from every side, slowly stirring up your orgasm, bringing it up carefully so you would come slow and hard. You spread my pussy and licked my clit, hovering just above your lips. You slid your finger inside me and I moaned, squeezing it and trying to bring it deeper. I started to thrust you with my finger, gently, and I could feel you start to hum as the orgasm came closer. Not wanting to be the only one to cum, you bit my clit and quickly slid in another finger. Now we were both humming, buzzing, ready to cum. Our sex was amazingly synchronized and we licked each other’s clit rhythmically and could both feel with our fingers deep inside one another when we started to cum. We kept licking, feeling the clits throb as we both came and came.

We left our fingers in one another until all the throbbing had subsided, and I turned around and lay on top of you. We kissed, cleaning each other’s mouths of pussy. As we lay there and I felt our bodies touching, I could feel myself getting turned on again. I saw my knitting on the floor and giggled. We kissed again, for a long time, caressing each other and trying to get back in touch with reality after the experience we just had. We did manage to get up and get dressed – I was almost drooling as I watched you stretch your shirt over your breasts. I was going to take it right off you, but it was only our first lesson.

Knitting is an involved craft, and there would have to be many more.

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Gina stood at her friend’s door, tossing her long brown hair impatiently. She hadn’t seen Clara in almost a month now after her trip to Europe! Even though she had written her friend many letters about all the sexually charged adventures she’d had, she was eager to expound more fully upon them in person. Before her trip she’d never really considered what a sexy little number Clara was – with her bob-cut black hair and bright hazel eyes, her smooth curves… Gina still preferred men to women but she couldn’t help but wonder if her letters had been as hot to read as they had been to write!

She found out the answer as soon as the door opened and Clara practically pounced her, throwing her arms around her wildly and planting a wet kiss directly on her lips. Gina was very surprised at first, but then returned it enthusiastically.

“Get in here,” Clara said as they broke apart, grabbing her friend’s hand and practically dragging her along, “You have no idea how awful it’s been to wait for you to get home! Your letters got me so hot, and I know that neither of us is really a lesbian but I’ve been wanting to try some of that stuff out so bad! Sex with a guy just wasn’t doing it for me because I was thinking about you and what you must be doing!!!”

“Wonderful!” Gina grinned as they scampered up to Clara’s bedroom, “I’ve been anxious to get home to you and show you some of the stuff I learned!”

They quickly began stripping each other’s clothing off, running their hands over smooth curves.

“Girls feel so much softer than guys,” Clara commented as she slid Gina’s underwear down her long legs, letting her fingers drag along the smooth skin; she gaped at her friend’s completely bare mound.

“And less hairy,” Gina caught her friend’s mouth in another kiss, cupping her friend’s pert B-cup breasts in her hands and gently thumbing the nipples. She was rewarded with a moan into her mouth from Clara. Quickly she pulled down Clara’s underwear to reveal her neatly trimmed black mound, sliding one finger along Clara’s pink slit she found her friend to be leaking copiously.

“Oh my,” whispered Clara as Gina began slowly working her mouth from her ankle to calf to thigh, “… Did you really sleep with Mr. Lay?”

Gina Ankara bayan escort nibbled delicately on her friend’s inner thigh as Clara spread her legs more to allow better access, “Yes…” she blew cool air upwards towards her friend’s heated pussy.

“God that’s hot,” murmured Clara, her eyes half closed as her fingers wound around Gina’s hair. Suddenly Gina stood and kissed her friend, they fell backwards onto the bed, wriggling around slightly to get into a better position.

Kissing passionately they explored each other’s body, Clara shivered a little when she first touched Gina’s pussy. It felt very odd, but also very exciting. So different from a man’s sexual organs, it was soft and wet; she slid a finger into her friend and found the inside of her body to be roughly textured. Pressing against the heated walls of Gina’s interior, she felt her friend shudder against her in sexual passion. Despite her hesitance, she found it to be almost intoxicating.

Gina deftly massaged her friend’s breasts, rubbing them against her own so that their nipples pressed into each other’s soft flesh. She pinched the little nubbins, feeling her friend’s finger twitch inside of her as they began returning pleasure for pleasure. Clara’s free hand grasped Gina’s slightly larger breast, fingers seeking out the pink nipple and twisting it. Both girls gasped and moved against each other, reveling in the feeling of their smooth soft skin sliding almost without friction.

Lowering her mouth to Clara’s breast, Gina continued to massage the perky globes as she suckled on the girl’s nipples; Clara gasped and added another finger to Gina’s pussy, instinctively pumping them in and out of the heated aperture. Her own legs parted, her pussy lips almost pleading to be invaded and touched. The grasp on Gina’s boob became like a suction cup, pulling and kneading in a desperate plea for sexual attention. Having so much attention to her breasts, and none to her pussy was almost unbearable; in a way she manipulated Gina’s body in order to relieve the sexual frustration of her own.

Gina’s pussy clenched as Clara’s fingers found a particularly sensitive spot. She wondered at the skillful dexterity of her friend; perhaps she had been studying Escort bayan Ankara the letters that Gina had written. The thought made her smile and as a reward she let one hand drift down to her friend’s pussy, and she began stirring her fingers in the sweet juices that were pooling there. Clara moaned and her back arched, her breasts pushing up into Gina’s mouth and hand; she was hot and itching with sexual need.

Carefully, Gina maneuvered her body around so that she looked down at the extremely wet pussy of her friend; at her other end Clara stared up in wonder as she watched her fingers pump in and out of Gina’s slick hole. It was amazing, the pink wet folds that quivered in lustful pleasure and the way that her fingers just stretched that small opening wide. Experimenting, she twisted her wrist back and forth so that her fingers made a twisting motion inside her friend’s body. Gina groaned and shuddered, her pussy clenching hard as Clara’s fingers pressed against her inner walls.

Using both hands, Gina spread Clara’s thighs wide and lowered her mouth to the musky sweetness that was between them. Shocked at the sudden sensation, Clara let out a high cry of pleasure, her body shaking at the skilled way which Gina’s tongue swirled around her pussy, eliciting the most pleasure she’d ever gotten from oral sex. It was absolute heaven, Gina seemed to know exactly where to go and when, how much time to spend at each place before moving on, all eliciting the maximum amount of pleasure and teasing from Clara’s frustrated body. The smaller girl heaved and bucked beneath her friend, her fingers wriggling wildly inside Gina’s pussy.

Gina’s tongue swirled, she sucked both the outer labia lips into her mouth, nibbling gently. Clara shrieked her lust, finally losing total control, she pulled her fingers roughly from Gina’s hole and grabbed a hold her friend’s firm buttocks. With utmost urgency she buried her mouth into Gina’s cunt, sucking and tonguing for all she was worth, her own body frantic with need. For a few minutes the only sounds in the room were slurps and moans.

To Clara’s surprise she found she actually rather liked the taste of her friend’s pussy, it was sweet and heavy on her tongue with just a little salt. Bayan escort Ankara Laving her tongue over the opening, she stiffened it into a little sword to penetrate her friend’s hole, the way her fingers had a few minutes earlier. Gina moaned and moved her hips, humping her friend’s face as she began wetting her fingers even more, practically coating them in Clara’s juices.

Wickedly smiling, she could feel Clara’s fingers reciprocating, sliding roughly into her hole. It was much bigger than before though, in her passion Clara was sliding three of her fingers into Gina’s body, stretching out the elastic opening. When Gina was satisfied that the fingers on her right hand were sufficiently lubricated, she slid three of the fingers on her left hand into Clara’s cunt. Moving her hips firmly, she could feel her orgasm growing as Clara’s tongue circled her clit. It was definitely time.

With her heavily lubricated right fingers, she shoved two straight into Clara’s bottom as her lips closed over her friend’s engorged clit. Clara shrieked at the sudden stimulation; screaming as her orgasm crashed over her with the slightly painful deflowering of her ass and the heavy suction on her clit, while Gina’s fingers thrummed steadily on her g-spot. Shaking and convulsing, her screams were muffled slightly by Gina’s pussy, vibrating every part of her body. Sucking hard on Clara’s clit, she bit down a little as her own orgasm hit her, making her part of her body quiver with delight.

They writhed and shook in mutual orgasm on the bed, pussy juices spilling and muffled moans heightening their pleasures. Eventually they lay quietly, tiredly withdrawing their fingers from each other’s bodies. Clara let out a small cry as Gina’s fingers popped from her deflowered ass.

Cuddling on the bed, they stroked each other’s sweaty bodies.

“We should get a shower,” Gina whispered after a period of time.

“That would be nice,” Clara snuggled her head against Gina’s bosom, “I think we should do this again sometime too.”

“Definitely,” Gina smiled at her friend, “Maybe we can really make some guy’s day.”

Clara giggled, “Now THAT sounds like fun… it’d be kinda hot to have someone watching us.”

With a slight faraway look in her eyes, Gina considered her appointment at Mr. Lay’s house for that Friday… she wouldn’t bring Clara this week, but it was definitely something to consider in the future. Smiling, she took her friend’s hand and they headed for the shower.

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Not just my first submission to Literotica, but the first thing I’ve written in a long time. My apologies if it’s an awkward read.

Eric shifted on the couch, trying to focus on the chatter and flicker of the television. Again though, what had happened earlier in the kitchen went through his mind. Again he saw Julie, Aunt Julie, look at him with that knowing smile. Her eyes had flicked down at his jeans and she had to have seen he was hard. Had to know he had been looking at her as she leaned over the table. She had to know, to, what sort of thoughts were in his head. He shifted again, agitated, and he was glad she’d gone out that evening.

Julie hadn’t shown if she was mad or disgusted, but Eric worried what she must think of him. Maybe she would pass it off to his being nineteen. He wished he could. If he’d only looked at her once, or even twice he could have believed a young, healthy libido had gotten the best of him. But even then, would the desire to – Eric shivered – fuck her have burned in him? Julie was an attractive woman, and aunt or no, he could understand noticing her rich figure. There was no innocent excuse, though, for staring at her ass and wanting to press himself against the round fullness of her, to feel himself sliding deep into her pussy.

Fear and self-loathing shuddered through him, and he realized that since he’d been staying with Julie, Aunt Julie, his thoughts about her had grown more intense. The way he’d felt in the kitchen went beyond just noticing the full weight of her breasts, or the way her buttocks formed an inviting cleft any man would notice. Since the first day he’d found himself looking at her, imagining how the solid weight of a breast or thigh would feel. The other morning her robe had been open just so, and the way her pale breasts came together had given Eric thoughts he’d forced away.

But now those thoughts whirred in his head and his cock felt heavy in an aching way. Julie was a good looking woman in an anonymous sort of way, but not what Eric would have thought of as his type. She was just taller than short, and her body wasn’t fat at all, but solid. Short dark hair and glasses gave her a plain suburban look. Eric didn’t usually care about big tits, but Julie’s heavy breasts caught his eye. Her ass, though, was a magnet, and the image of her leaning over the table went through his mind again. His cock swelled painfully and blood raced in his head as he imagined what it would be like to fuck her. How she would moan and breathe, how her tits would feel in his hands. He got off the couch and stumbled into the bathroom and into the shower, feverish images of Julie flashing behind his eyes.

Eric woke up, his throat tight and dry. The guestroom that was his for another week was dark and the house quiet. He stared at a moonlight shadow before deciding the dryness in his mouth couldn’t be ignored. Quietly he walked into the hall, glancing at Julie’s room and wondering what she must think of him. A sick pervert no doubt. Maybe he was. When he’d been in the shower he’d tried to fill his mind with women he’d seen in magazines. Women he’d seen on the street, girls he knew. But the most vivid images, the most powerful, were of Julie. He’d come thinking about fucking her in the shower, her back arched and her ass thrust out to him. Eric felt somewhat guilty, but he hoped indulging his thoughts would exorcise his lust.

The wall clock in the kitchen surprised Eric, sure it was early morning and not half past eleven. He felt like he’d slept longer than a couple of hours. Must have slept hard. After the stress and anxiety earlier he wasn’t surprised. The kitchen looked moody with only a light over the stove on, and seeing the table reminded him of Ankara escort what had happened earlier. Would Julie act differently around him now? He leaned back against the sink, holding a glass of water to his lips, thinking again about how she’d looked at him. If she was mad wouldn’t she have shown it then and there? Eric sighed, not wanting to think about.

Eric tilted the glass back to finish the water off and jumped a little when Julie walked into the kitchen like a ghost. She smiled and he thought her eyes went down the length of him. He didn’t breath for a second or two, his eyes wide at the nightie she wore. It was pale and slick, nearly glistening in the weak light. He stared at her bare thighs, and his pulse surged, staring at her ass, her nightie revealing more than he could handle.

“Hi. ” She said, opening the fridge, and Eric panicked, his cock hard, pushing out against the sweat pants he wore. He slumped against the counter, holding the glass with both hands to hide his arousal. Light from the fridge outlined Julie’s body and Eric couldn’t help himself. His eyes went up and down her and he thought about how she would feel under his hands.

Julie recapped the bottle of whatever she had been drinking and closed the fridge. She turned and Eric knew he looked ridiculous hunched over. He tried not to, but his eyes fixed on her tits, weak with how the weight of them pushed against her nightie. He forced himself to look up at her face, hot with embarrassment when he saw her pointed gaze. She looked down to his hands, a hint of a wry smile on her lips. Oh my god! Eric thought.

“Are you okay? ” Eric looked away, staring at the toaster oven, his heart beating in panic. In the corner of his eye he saw Julie shift on one leg, hand going to her hip. He wished he hadn’t woken up, wished he wore more than sweatpants. Wished his hard-on would go away. She’d looked and there was no way she hadn’t seen he was hard.

“Eric? ” Julie’s tone had authority to it, but he couldn’t look at her. He couldn’t ever look at her again. She sighed.

“Look at me Eric. ” He glanced at her, thinking how different she looked without her glasses. His eyes met hers and he tried to relax. At least his cock wasn’t rock hard anymore and he felt a little less exposed.

“Is there a problem? ” The question made Eric feel sick. Any hope she didn’t know he’d gotten hard over her was gone. He tried not to shake and was glad the kitchen was more shadow than light.

“No. ” He muttered, and flinched when he heard an annoyed sigh. He looked at her, wondering how her eyes had gotten so big.

“Eric – ” Julie took a deep breath. “I know you’ve been looking at me. And not just tonight either. ” Eric felt dizzy. Julie didn’t sound mad, or disgusted, and he wondered why. Because she thinks you’re pathetic, he told himself. A pathetic pervert.

“Why – what makes you say that? ” He asked, an attempted laugh dying in his throat. She looked amused, and Eric braced himself for derision.

“I’m forty-three Eric, and I know when someone’s looking at my ass. And my tits. ”

Eric stared at her wide-eyed, trying to say something, anything, that would prove her wrong.

“Do you like looking at me? ” Her voice was softer, almost teasing. Eric felt his face burn. He looked down at the floor, wanting to disappear.

“Eric. ” Her voice was velvet. Julie took a step towards him, and Eric wondered why he noticed how quiet the house was. Wondered why she wasn’t mad.

“I’m sorry Julie, I – ” The words froze when he saw the look on her face, confused why her eyes were heavy and direct. She moved closer to him, and Eric grimaced when he felt his cock getting hard. Julie’s eyes glanced down at him Ankara escort bayan and he pushed the glass against himself, trying desperately to hide his hard-on. Julie grinned and Eric could have screamed.

“Julie! ” She was a foot from him and Eric felt his cock stiffen painfully. He looked past her at one of the table chairs, his head swimming, barely noticing when she took the glass from his fingers. His stomach knotted when he felt fingers on his wrists, and he tried crossing his legs when she pulled his arms out to his sides.

He looked back to her, wanting to laugh it all off as a joke. He couldn’t tell what she thought as she looked down at his cock, afraid that when she lifted her head he would see venom in her eyes.

“What do you want Eric? ” Her head lifted, and her eyes and her smile were not what a nephew should see on his aunt’s face. He could only stare when she moved closer, her lips rising to his, her hands pulling his to her hips. He felt her tits press into his chest, the lace of her nightie lightly scratching him, her mouth opening and her tongue sliding over his.

What was happening?! Julie kissed him harder, her thigh slipping around his hip and he gasped when he felt her rubbing herself against his cock. He pulled his mouth from hers, wide eyes staring at the ceiling. Her tongue found his ear and Eric moaned, fear and lust raging in him. Julie ground herself harder against him and Eric’s cock ached to be inside of her.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you? ” Her voice was a staccato shudder, and Eric shook hearing her, need and fear tearing through him. She’s your aunt! He knew what they were doing was wrong. It had to be. But he wanted her in a way he had never wanted a woman before. His hands squeezed her ass and he pulled her against him hard and Julie gasped, the sound of her maddening. Her hips worked against him faster and his fingers slid down between her thighs to the moist warmth of her pussy. He rubbed her with a finger, the thin material of her nightie wet with arousal.

Julie pulled away from him, taking his hand and leading him out of the kitchen. A thin fear swept Eric when they entered Julie’s room, and his cock softened. He looked at her bed, floral comforter dark, and the reality of what they were doing hit him. Kissing and rubbing against each other had been breaking a taboo. But what the bed promised felt like

crossing the real threshold.

“Do you still want me? ” She looked up at him, moving until their bodies were flush, a near electric pain when the head of his cock pressed against her. Her hands rubbed his hips, fingers sliding along his thighs. Whatever fears or doubts withered and he wanted to be in her. She leaned into him, moving slowly until his cock was stiff. His hands cradled her head and they kissed, wet tongues working against each other with growing intensity.

The feverish lust Eric had felt in the kitchen returned, and he wanted her legs around him, wanted to hear her breathe and moan while he fucked her.

Julie pulled at his sweats, breaking from Eric and sitting on the bed. His sweats fell around his ankles and he stood before Julie, the hard length of his cock a breath from her mouth. He looked down at her, wanting to be in her, and when she leaned forward, a flash of disbelief. He breathed deep when she took him into her mouth, and for a moment his hand moved to push her away. He looked down, watching her lips slide along the length of him, wanting to feel his cock deeper in the warm gripping wetness of her mouth. He stared, a part of his mind aware that his aunt, his aunt!, was sucking him off.

Her head rocked back and forth, his cock squeezed in her wet mouth.

“Julie! ” he gasped, Escort Ankara trembling with the need to slide his cock in a smoother, wetter part of her. Julie pulled her mouth away and reached up to him and they moved onto the bed. She pulled his shoulders, their mouths met and they kissed in a frenzy. Eric tugged at her nightie, almost yanking it off her shoulder. Julie worked her arms until he could pull the nightie down over her tits, exposing the broad weight of them, her nipples large and pale. Julie lifted her tit and Eric bent down, his lips sliding over her nipple, sucking until the softness of it grew hard. He pulled with his mouth, stroking the hard jut of her nipple with his tongue, Julie gasping sharply and writhed when he sucked even harder, his mouth filling with her tit.

Eric lifted his head and Julie offered her other tit to him, breathing fast as his teeth lightly bit, her breathing deeper when his hand slid up her thigh. Her legs opened and her hips lifted, his hand molding against her pussy. Eric squeezed and moved his hand against her, her nightie slick with her desire. A finger slid into the cleft of her and she moaned, her hips bucking against his touch. The wet feel of arousal and the way she trembled drove Eric mad with desire to fuck her. His cock throbbed painfully, but he wouldn’t fuck her yet.

He knelt over her body, looking down at her tits rising as she breathed, her lips open and trembling as he rubbed her. Her eyes opened narrowly, and he saw humid lust. He slid her nightie off of her and caressed her thighs. Julie needed little prodding and she spread her legs, a shiver going through Eric when he saw the plump lips of her pussy. He wanted to tease her, but he couldn’t. He bent forward, his wet tongue sliding into the cleft of her, licking her with a long firm stroke. Julie moaned long and loud, her body jerking. Eric licked her again, the smell and taste of her nearly sharp. His tongue opened her and he held pushed against soft wetness, moving in short quick sideways strokes. Julie gasped almost painfully and her hands pushed at his head. His tongue worked faster, Julie grunted and gasped in sobbing breaths, her fingers clawing at his hair. Her hips jerked and then she trembled, shuddering cries as she came.

Eric moved up along the length of her, looking down at Julie’s face, unable to believe that this was his aunt. Her legs shifted, making room for his hips, and the smooth caress of her thigh against his sent a pleasant jolt through him. Her hands gripped his back, and the moment or two before entering a woman had always been the best part of sex for Eric. He grabbed his cock, breathing fast as he pushed down, gasping when he felt silken warmth of her pussy. He moved his hips, overwhelmed by sensation as his cock opened her. He groaned when he thrust too eagerly, Julie’s pussy a pleasant resistance. Her body opened to him and their movements became faster. Julie’s legs wrapped around his waist, and Eric groaned, orgasm building. He fucked her faster, pushing into her as deeply as he could. Julie’s breaths became shuddering gasps and he stared down at her face, her head pushing back into a pillow. He shifted his body and fucked her with long strokes, moving faster and plunging deep when he came. His head fell into the crook of her neck, and his cock moved slightly in her, orgasm overwhelming him.

They didn’t fall asleep in each other’s arms or in the same bed. Afterwards they hadn’t said much. Eric was surprised there was nothing like guilt between them. They’d said goodnights and Eric had gone to his own room. He’d lain awake in bed for awhile, waiting for the quiet of night to tell him he should feel shame. But he didn’t. He wasn’t sure how he felt. Would he do it again? He didn’t know, and he felt too at ease to think about it. He pulled the blanket up around him and closed his eyes. If Julie wanted to pretend nothing had happened, fine. If Julie wanted him in bed again, he was fine with that, too.

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I find it so hard to describe how completely overcome I am with longing for my nephew, Paul. It started many years ago when he was just a teenager and has lasted for so many years. The longing is not just for sex. It goes far beyond that. It is my craving for his dominance over me and the way he uses me. He makes me feel owned; like his property. It is a feeling that I crave and am powerless to fight.

He has this habit of calling me at work during the day and saying the filthiest and most degrading things to me. He knows that when he humiliates me like this, it drives me crazy with sexual need and converts me instantly into his submissive slut. He makes me confess that I am his whore and how much I need him to use me. His voice is like a drug to me. I cannot help myself. I sit in my hospital pharmacy office and he makes me whisper my darkest confessions to him. I respond by saying things that I have never said to anyone. When he talks like this I can feel my heart pounding out of my body and my knees go weak. I always soak my panties during these calls. He forces me to tell him I am his whore and fuckslut. I say it because I need to say it. I need the humiliation and the nastiness of those calls. Afterwards I usually need to go to the ladies room to relieve the tension. It never takes very long. He caught on to this tendency of mine and most times he will forbid me to touch myself at all. It drives me wild when he does this, but he will never relent. I beg him to please allow me to relieve my tension but he never does. To make me wait even longer, he often avoids me for a few days after the calls. This is so difficult for me being left in such a state of arousal for so long.

We developed our relationship slowly. He began to show real interest in my body which I felt was natural for a teenage boy with raging hormones. But he also developed a strength and power in his demands that sparked something deeper within me. I had no idea how much I needed to be told what to do. I admit that it always excited me to be dominated but I never came to grips with the extent of my need until Paul came into my life in this new role. When he first began to ask me to show him my breasts or to play with myself in front of him, I was powerless to resist his demands. I would hear myself telling him that he could ask me to do anything and that I would do it for him. It is funny, but he went at such a slow pace at first that I feared he would never go further. The more he asked of me, the more submissive to him I became. He seemed to have this sense of what I needed. He led me down the road to total submission as if he knew the path by heart. He was just a boy then and now he is grown and married. Well, he is now separated and getting divorced very soon.

We all lived in my brother’s house (his father). I came up from Texas when my husband died suddenly. My brother and sister-in-law took me in and gave me a large bedroom beside Paul’s room in their big home. Each night, Paul would come to my room and kiss me goodnight while his parents were downstairs watching television. It was an innocent ritual of a nephew saying goodnight to his aunt. I have always worn silk nightgowns with thin spaghetti straps. I like the feel of the silk material on my skin. They are low cut and it didn’t take me long to notice that his eyes were actively examining my full breasts as he stood above me before saying goodnight. I never thought badly of him for his attention and would make sure that I was leaning a bit forward so he could get a good look at my big breasts. It seemed so natural and intimate to allow him to see me like that. Most times my nipples would harden the moment he entered the room and were easily seen by him through the thin silk material. I liked him looking at me and I guess that’s why I asked that first, fateful question way back then. I asked him why he was looking at down at my breasts. It was his response, I believe, that set all this in motion. I guess I expected him to respond with shyness and embarrassment; but he didn’t. He was truthful and told me that he never saw a woman’s breasts before and liked looking at mine. I asked him to go close the door and come back.

That night changed everything. I took my thin straps off my shoulders and dropped the top of the gown to my waist. I put his hands on me and told him to feel me and pinch and play with my full breasts and nipples. He took his time and the feel of his hands on me drove me insane with desire. That’s when I told him that he could ask me anything and I would do it for him. I Ankara bayan escort have no idea why I said that, but at that moment my body was on remote control and I wanted him to go further. I half expected that he would want to have sex right then and there. Frankly, I was so aroused that I would have let him take me right then on that first night. But Paul somehow knew he was in control now. He pulled out his hard cock and told me to jerk him off. He wasn’t afraid or trembling or even tentative. He just told me to do it like I belonged to him. He said it like I had no choice and needed to obey him. He was right. I was hooked and eagerly complied. But the really surprising thing was that he also started to talk to me like I was his property. He asked me if I liked jerking him off and if I liked my nipples hurt. I confessed to him that I did and jerked his cock harder. He was very rough on my breasts and I loved it. With my other hand between my legs I was fingering myself. His cum blasted out of his young cock and splattered onto my face and ran down to my tits. The feeling amazed me and I needed to taste him. I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth and began to clean him off. My fingers triggered a huge climax that rocked my body. When I was done he stepped back, pulled up his pants and left. I was stunned by what had happened and even more surprised that he left. But he was done with me for that night. I was his from that moment on.

For so long I had suppressed and run from my needs. After my husband’s death, I knew I could never have a normal relationship with a man again. I did not want to repeat the abusive relationship I experienced with him. I had a bad marriage which left with me as a young widow with needs and desires yet unfulfilled. Marriage was an experience I would never endure again. I just didn’t want the pain of the husband-wife dynamic. I didn’t know why I felt this way until that night. All my life I had submissive feelings trapped inside me. Now I knew these feelings could never be left to fester again. Now they were out and I knew that I would never be the same. I also got a glimpse of a man who seemed to understand my needs and instinctively gave me what I craved. And this man was my young nephew.

Surprisingly, I never felt bad about this relationship with Paul. It seemed so natural for both of us. I knew he was also getting what he needed and growing into his dominant role and manhood. I was getting to live out my darkest inner desires. I loved the way he developed so naturally into his dominance and with such creativity. It was obvious to me that he was a born Dom. I also saw that the stronger he became, the more submissive I became. The exchange of control was so balanced and so progressive that it happened with an amazing synergy. He was exactly what I needed and we approached our relationship with excitement and enthusiasm. He liked me in heels and stockings and I always was dressed that way for him even if I was in bed at night waiting for him to come to my room.

The turning point for us was the week we spent together while my brother and sister-in-law were away at a convention trip in Chicago. Paul took this opportunity to exert almost total control over me and I spent the week in a constant state of arousal. Each evening he was creative and forceful and he demanded things of me that I never imagined. But I eagerly embraced them with enthusiasm. I also knew that by the time the week ended that I had to move out and get my own apartment. If I didn’t move out I knew we would almost certainly be discovered. I needed him too much. I needed him more than I could imagine.

I didn’t move very far away. I was four blocks away in a nice 4th floor apartment on Ocean Avenue. The building had a door buzzer/intercom system and it was right on Paul’s way home each day. It was his senior year and he would stop by most days. He would use his key to let himself in. He would be waiting for me when I got in from work. He was the only family member with a key so I knew that his mother or father would never just walk up and knock on my door when he was there. They had to hit the buzzer from street level and be buzzed in.

I wondered many times how I got to this place with this ongoing affair. If I were to be truthful, I would have to admit that I had planned this for sometime. Maybe not on a fully conscience level, but I knew what I wanted and what I was doing. Paul fit all my criteria for a sexual partner. He had no idea about his assertive, dominant personality, but it was evident to me Escort bayan Ankara for several years, watching him grow, that he was a take charge person. For Paul, it was just natural and I think that drew me to him. As he developed and grew into a young man, he was athletic and sturdy. I saw that he was always aware of the women in any room and I could see his eyes on me and others many times. He was growing into his sexuality but he was not ashamed of his feelings and didn’t hide his interest in women. It was obvious that he would dominate any relationship with a woman and I craved that dominance.

For me, there was always something missing with my relationships with men. Even with my husband, John, it was as if I was some sort of china doll that needed to be treated in a very ladylike way. Yes, he was verbally abusive, but he wasn’t dominant. He was whiny and complaining, and not strong and forceful. Inside I knew I didn’t want gentle treatment. I wanted a man who was verbally, physically and sexually forceful. I needed to be told what to do and to be made to do what I was told. It was the way I was wired and when I saw the control that Paul exerted over the people around him, I saw an opportunity to allow myself to be used by him. He was always a very confident person and never seemed to get flustered or intimidated in any situation. I saw his strength and craved it. So I had set the stage and he took over so naturally that I wondered if it was my idea at all. Had he planned to take me all along? Was this his idea or mine? Or was it just something that happened on its own?

Paul called to tell me that he was separated and getting divorced. I asked him if he wanted to come over for dinner to talk about it. He agreed and I was expecting him as I prepared a nice dinner with some red wine. He worked on Wall Street and was a short subway ride away from my apartment. It had been some time since we were intimate but I was always in his life and we had an unspoken bond that transcended our roles as aunt and nephew. We had an intimacy and knowledge of each other that was still present after these intervening years. I was always at family get-togethers and was an attentive aunt to his children. I was looking forward to seeing him and could feel my body reacting even before he arrived. At 7:30 I heard his key in the lock. Even after all this time, it was out of character for him to call up on the intercom to be buzzed in. I had dressed the way he always demanded and was sitting on the sofa in a short black dress with nylons and heels. My legs were crossed and I made sure that a large expanse of thigh was on display for him. The top was cut to show off the swell of my breasts and I had chosen this dress because I wanted to look good for him. I wanted to look like I was available to him. He walked in wearing a business suit and I could tell from his expression that he had more in mind than dinner tonight. He took off his jacket and loosened his tie.

“I am so glad you could come visit me tonight,” I said with a smile as I sat there waiting for him to respond.

“I have a question for you, Laura,” he said as he stood several feet away from me.

“Yes,” I replied with a question in my voice. I could feel the tension in my chest and I knew this was a question that would take this evening in one direction or another.

“Are you still my whore,” he asked with those eyes penetrating me and a firmness in his tone that demanded a response. I was instantly wet.

“With your separation, I don’t think it would be a good idea….,” I began to say to him when he cut me off abruptly.

“I asked you a question and I want a direct answer; now,” he barked out at me.

“Yes, I am,” I replied meekly.

“You are what,” he asked.

“I am your whore, Paul,” I responded in a soft, trembling voice.

“That’s better, Laura, because I need to you to be my whore tonight” he said.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied as I sat there and awaited his next orders.

“Why did you dress this way tonight, slut,” he demanded.

“I wanted to dress the way you always told me to dress. I know you like the heels and stockings and the low cut neckline,” I told him truthfully.

“Do you want me to use you,” he asked.

“Yes, I want you to use me,” I confessed.

“Spread your legs and put a finger inside your panties and tell me if you are wet,” he demanded. Uncrossing my legs, I spread them and dropped a hand to my silk panties. A finger went down and felt the slickness between my moist pussy lips.

“Yes, Bayan escort Ankara Sir, I am very wet,” I told him as my finger continued to work inside my hot pussy.

“Take off your wet panties and throw them to me.” He said. I did it and then sat down again and began to finger myself in front of him.

“Use two fingers and spread yourself wider,” he instructed. He moved forward and reached behind me to unzip my dress and pull it down to my waist. His hands reached into my bra to pull my breasts out over the top. He took my nipples and pinched them and pulled on the sensitive nubs.

“Get up and take the dress off and give it to me,” he said releasing my breasts from his rough grasp. I did as instructed and stepped out of the dress and handed it to him. This was a familiar and exciting ritual for me. He always made me undress in front of him and hand my clothing to him. He must have known how tremendously exciting and submissive this made me feel. I stood there in front of him with just my bra pulled down holding my exposed breasts, my black stiletto heels, stockings and a sexy lace garter belt.

“Turn around and bend over so I can see your ass,” he demanded. I did so and leaned my body forward and touched the back of the couch with my hands. My ass was pointed out for him and I felt his hands on me. He had moved to the side of me and one hand reached under me to take a firm grip on my left breast. He then began to spank me.

The first few strokes were not hard but firm and loud as they struck my exposed flesh.

“Spread your legs wider for me,” he told me and I pushed my legs further apart. He would hit me three or four times and then push his fingers into my soaking wetness and finger me for awhile. When he stopped, he would then slap under me and deliver hard smacks directly onto my aroused pussy.

“Get the flogger for me,” he said as he stepped back from me. He reached out to grab my hair to pull me to a standing position. I immediately went to the bedroom closet and opened the box he had had given me a long time ago. I pulled out the flogger and came back to him. He took it from me and told me to stand facing him with my hands behind my head. Just as I complied, the first stroke across my breasts caught my left nipple and I cried out. Again he struck out at me and the next few blows were equally firm and directed at the nipples.

“Legs spread,” he barked and I did so as he slapped the flogger upward, catching my pussy square and hitting my clit.

“Oh, God,” I cried out.

“Do you want more, whore,” he asked.

“Yes, please, I need more,” I moaned to him as the flogger struck my pussy once again. After three or four more hits, my legs were trembling and my sexually excited whimpering was almost uncontrollable.

“Get your body over the dining table, whore,” He told me and I walked or staggered to the table and laid my body down over the top. My hands reached out to take hold of the far edges. I felt the coolness of the wood on my warm stinging nipples. He was behind me and I felt his hard cock at my pussy lips.

“Ask me,” he said and I immediately knew that he needed me to ask for it. He needed his whore to beg for his cock. I was more than willing. I needed him inside me. I was so aroused that I knew my orgasm was just moments away.

“Please fuck me. Please fuck your whore,” I breathed out. He did not wait and forced his cock into me in one hard brutal thrust. He was buried inside me and I felt so full and so close to cumming. His hands took my hips and he began to pound himself into me in a relentless rhythm.

“Oh, please, oh please, oh please. Fuck me hard, please fuck me hard,” I repeated to him as my orgasm overwhelmed me and came crashing through my body like an earthquake. I was shattered by the power of it and he continued to use me as the feeling steamrolled my senses. Then I felt him shudder and his climax was joining mine and he emptied his cum deep inside my throbbing cunt. It was a feeling that I wanted to continue forever. It was a moment that overcame me and shook me to the bone. He stayed in me for sometime until he finally pulled away and then reached out to pull me up. I turned around and he took me in his arms and we held each other tightly for a long time. Our bodies were pressed together and I loved the feel of him as he wrapped me into himself.

We had reconnected once more. It had been a long time since our last intimacy but tonight it was like it was yesterday. He needed me as he had always needed me in years gone by. And I was once again fulfilled and happy to be able to give myself and reveal my needs to him again. His power over me fulfilled me as no other person could ever do. That night he used me in every way possible and I never felt more of a woman than I did that night.

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Gaynor is a beautiful young Ghanaian woman with a lovely smile who first contacted me via Facebook. We got on so well texting each other that I decided to visit her in Ghana and to travel around the country together.

Given her lovely smile with apparently perfect teeth, my first surprise was to hear that she had never been to a dentist in her life.

During that week it was clear that she had a healthy appetite for sex. However she had only had one previous boyfriend two or three years before she met me.

That interval of two or three years had been without sex. I know how crazy that would have driven most men, so I asked her if she masturbated. She told me that she had never done so; she had had no sex whatsoever in those two or three years. In her culture, she said, masturbation was regarded as normal in men (as was sex outside of marriage) but it was regarded as unacceptable for women.

I told her that, in my culture, masturbation was regarded as normal for women, if not compulsory.

Her sexless state was exacerbated by Alicia her flatmate whose boyfriend visited Ankara escort regularly and engaged in noisy sex with Alicia, which Gaynor could not help but overhear, the walls of the apartment being very thin.

As we were going to be separated for several months, I suggested that Gaynor give masturbation a try at least. We talked about the need for lubrication. I suggested several options, including saliva.

She would give me visibility of her progress with this project by taking video clips of herself practising. She would have to confine herself to times of the day when Alicia was out, so that Alicia could neither know nor disapprove of what she was doing. Gaynor and Alicia routinely bathed naked together so they were close in some ways. Gaynor told me that Alicia’s breasts were larger than hers. I fantasised about sexual activity between two attractive young women in the bath but, in truth, there was none.

The first time Gaynor masturbated, she was bent over forwards with her shapely bottom facing the camera phone and her legs open enough to display her neat genitals She Ankara escort bayan started by inserting two fingers into her vagina, thrusting them in and out, then rubbing her clitoris and her vulva with her wet fingers

The second time she was facing the camera with her knees up and her thighs open. She employed the same two-fingered technique in and around her genitals.

She seemed to have no difficulty in giving herself orgasms, sometimes squirting delicious fluid at the right moment.

Then something extraordinary happened: she walked into one of the rooms in the apartment through a door which could be locked but wasn’t. There in the room stood Alicia stark naked with a dildo inserted into her vagina. Alicia explained that she was far from satisfied by her boyfriend and needed dildos to get more satisfaction. Alicia invited Gaynor to borrow her dildos (although Gaynor knew where they were hidden and intended to borrow them with or without permission). Then started the most extraordinary series of self-discovery with Gaynor using a variety of dildos to give herself supreme Escort Ankara orgasms. From someone who had shunned the idea, Gaynor now seemed addicted to masturbation

Then one day Gaynor, for some reason, asked Alicia to video her masturbating in various positions. The video was more professional than Gaynor’s own videos because Alicia was able to move around the room and vary the camera angles. The clip finished with Gaynor’s orgasm and a gentle wave of her right hand at the camera.

Alicia had clearly enjoyed making the video as much as I enjoyed watching it. As I found out, Alicia pleasured herself immediately afterwards. That suggested to me that Gaynor and Alicia might get closer to each other than they had while bathing naked together. Gaynor was willing and asked me to contact Alicia (who was away visiting her mother) to seek her views. Alicia confirmed my suspicion that she was eager to participate in sexual acts with Gaynor and they would even video themselves to show me what they got up to. I then received some of the most erotic clips I have ever seen with Gaynor sucking Alicia’s big black nipples and Alicia licking and fingering Gaynor expertly and making her come and squirt. Their kissing each other passionately on the lips with their arms around each other’s beautiful naked bodies was particularly lovely.

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My life was crashing down around my head. Luckily I got out of an abusive marriage, but in order to get out safely I had to give up everything I had. Oh, he let me have my clothes and some personal items. The only good part was that I got a permanent restraining order against him with a court mandated two year sentence for any violation.

I should have been happy but I am living at the YWCA, have to walk or take a bus to work and am making minimum wage at my job as a sales clerk.

At 35 years of age, I had managed to keep fit. The YMCA has a pretty good facility and I started my first day of exercise. After doing twenty minutes on the treadmill at five miles per hour, I took a short breather and got on the Stairmaster. I looked into the mirrored walls and watched as I pumped the stair master as hard as I could. My ass was hard enough to bounce quarters off of, my breasts were a solid C cup and they were real. I didn’t look bad for an old broad. Most of the tenants at the YWCA were much younger than I and it was fun to watch them work out. They wore the cutest little outfits and strutted around like they owned the place.

Me, I had on a cut off pair of sweatpants and a sleeveless matching sweatshirt with a sports bra underneath. As I admired my body as it glistened in the overhead lighting I was interrupted by a sharp yell.

“Help me, will someone please help me?”

I turned and saw a young woman about 20 on the bench trying to lift 125 pounds off of her chest. I jumped off the Stairmaster and ran to her. I took hold of the bar and pulled it off her and put it back on the rack.

“Oh God, thank you so much,” she said, “My name is Monica, can I buy you a sports drink?”

I smiled at Monica and said, “My name is Naomi, you don’t have to buy me anything, I was glad to help you.”

“Well, I will think of some way to repay you.” Monica said, “I just need to figure out how to work with free Ankara bayan escort weights. I want to get as toned as you look and I keep fouling up.”

“I like to work with free weights and would be glad to give you a few pointers.”

This conversation turned into a full out training regimen with me tutoring Monica on how to work with free weights. After the workout we went to the communal shower.

I caught Monica looking at my body with admiration. She wasn’t aware that I saw her and she continued to look at me as I was rinsing the soap off my body.

Monica took her washcloth and soaped it up. She looked right at me and started washing between her legs very sensuously.

I didn’t know how to react so I looked her in the eye and gave her my nicest smile. There might have been a little nod between us, I don’t remember.

Monica had a wonderful body. She had perky B cup breasts, flat six pack abs, and an ass to die for and she had a Brazilian on her blond bush.

I hadn’t realized that I was looking her over like a piece of meat, but she did and it seemed that she liked it. She walked over to me slowly and said, “Naomi, you are a very beautiful woman and I feel that we just had a moment that I would like to turn into more than just a moment.”

She nestled herself closer to me and pushed her wet body against mine. Our breasts were touching and she pressed closer, moving from side to side. Our nipples were getting hard. Not sure what I should do, I leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips.

She kissed me back and we pushed closer together rubbing our bodies together. Monica’s tongue darted in-between my lips and we began to French kiss. Our tongues were rolling round in each other’s mouth. My hand was already on one of Monica’s breasts. I tweaked her nipple between my fingers and she moaned. She kissed me harder and put her hand between my legs. She slowly inserted a finger Escort bayan Ankara into my aching hole. I hadn’t had sex for the last six months and I didn’t care that my first since the divorce would be a woman, a young and beautiful woman at that.

Monica had two fingers in me and was pumping my pussy feverously. She slid her thumb against my clitoris and softly rubbed it side to side, up and down and then pushed the little button hard.

I was breathing heavily and whispered, “What if we get caught?”

Monica didn’t answer; she just dropped to her knees and pushed me gently against the shower wall. The hot water was raining down on us making this even more enjoyable. Monica lifted one of my legs and snuggled her head in-between them. She spread my pussy lips to the side and put her tongue into me as deep as she could get it. She worked in and out a little and then concentrated on my clit. It took only a few more seconds for me to explode into orgasmic ecstasy. Monica had to hold me from slipping to the floor on the wet tiles.

Everything was a blur, I don’t know what transpired during the next several minutes, but I found myself in Monica’s room on a heart shaped king sized bed with throw pillows and sex toys scattered all about. I could feel Monica’s soft skin against mine as she licked my nipples.

“Do you like this?” Monica asked.

“I like all of this, Monica. I never thought being with a woman could be so exciting and satisfying. Show me how to be a lesbian.” I said.

Monica laughed heartedly, “I don’t think that’s possible. You either are or you aren’t. Let’s just enjoy each other and see where it goes.”

She lifted her head and kissed me softly. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and her hands kneaded by aching breasts. I slid my hand between her legs and began to work her vagina with my fingers. She was getting wet now so I pushed two fingers into her. She moaned slightly Bayan escort Ankara and I worked her clitoris gently.

Monica pulled apart from me and turned, putting her head between my legs. I did the same to her and we began feasting on each other’s pussy. Tongues thrashing and fingers probing, we worked into a frenzy.

“Fuck my ass Naomi,” Monica yelled. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she continued. I forced a finger into her ass as I slurped her pussy. She did the same to me and we propelled into another orgasm.

Monica and I lay there, our bodies entwined. I went to her pussy again and lightly licked her clit gently but firmly.

Monica had reached for a vibrator they called a rabbit. It had a protrusion on it that would stimulate your clit while pumping your hole and it vibrated.

She slid it into me and turned it on low. It began to vibrate and she pushed it in deeper. She fucked me with it while working the protrusion onto my clit. She turned the vibrator on full blast and I nearly jumped off the bed. She fucked me and I sucked her for all we were worth. We came almost simultaneously.

We only rested for a few minutes before Monica got off the bed. She retrieved a bottle of lube and a large double dong dildo that looked like it was way too much for either of us to handle.

When she returned to the bed she worked lube into me and on one end of the dildo. She worked it in and out and around, pushing it deeper with each manipulation. When she had almost half of it inside me, she lubed herself and her end of the rubber cock.

We were facing in opposite directions. She put the dildo inside her and pushed it deep into her. We began to push at each other, driving the huge cock into us. We fucked each other with wild abandonment.

“Fuck me, fuck me, you mother fucker!” Monica yelled.

I pumped as hard as I could and started yelling, “Oh fuck my cunt, you fucking whore. Fuck me more. Put your fingers in my ass you fucking cunt. I want more!”

We fucked each other for ten minutes until we came. I came first and then Monica.

As I lay there with my new friend I knew that I was going to enjoy living at the Y.

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When I awoke the next morning, I lay there for several minutes recapturing the experience of the previous evening. I had to think it through more than once to convince myself that it had really happened – or my imagination at work in some other way. The air was full of the smell of coffee and bacon, and though this would normally stir my appetite, I was completely distracted by my thoughts.

My reverie was dispelled by a sharp yell from Uncle Dick, warning me to get myself downstairs for breakfast or he would throw it out. I brushed my teeth quickly, pulled on my usual shorts and t-shirt, and started down the stairs. I was in agony with every step. I could not imagine how to face Aunt Jane. In retrospect, I seemed to have no problem in facing Uncle Dick, I was just unsure of how to retain my composure with my aunt.

I rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs and stepped into the kitchen, relieved to see Aunt Jane at the range with her back to me. As I slipped quietly into my chair, Uncle Dick moaned about a baseball score in the sports pages he was reading. I was briefly startled when Aunt Jane slipped a full plate in front of me and gave me a peck on the cheek with a cheerful “good morning!” I smiled weakly without looking at her, said “thank you” and picked up my fork. I ate quietly, saying nothing until Uncle Dick jumped up, grabbed his lunch sack, and barked his typical farewell. I said “See ya tonight,” glancing up from my plate to make eye contact with him while avoiding Aunt Jane’s eyes.

Shortly after the door slammed, Aunt Jane Ankara bayan escort pulled a chair up beside mine and slid into it. She put her arm around my shoulders and pulled my head close to hers, nuzzling me in a way that was more sympathetic than affectionate. I continued to avoid her eyes and said nothing, but she broke the silence. “Honey,” she spoke in a near whisper, “there’s no need to be embarrassed about last night. What happened was perfectly natural, and I’m glad I was able to help you.”

I said nothing in reply, and she squeezed me closer and asked, “Did you like it?” I nodded a very meek but affirmative reply. “Good,” she said. I want you to tell me whenever you would like me to help you.” She paused quietly for more than minute, then whispered, “Would you like me to help you now?”

Though I can’t say for certain how I reacted or that I reacted, she just might have perceived a very subtle nod of my head. In any event, she slipped her hand into my lap and began caressing my cock through the fabric of my shorts. She stroked over it with the backs of her fingers and her nails, and the effect was almost electric. My cock responded quickly, and I know that she could see, as I could feel, its rapid growth. As it became increasingly hard, her fingertips stroked up one side and down the other.

After only a minute or so, Aunt Jane put her hands at the waistband of my shorts and pushed downward, urging me to raise my hips. I did so, and she slipped the shorts beneath my hips, along with my briefs, exposing my fully erect cock. “Oh yes,” Escort bayan Ankara she whispered, as she wrapped her fingers around it and began to stroke up and down its length. She moved her hand away briefly, and I panicked – thinking she was going to stop. But she paused only to rub her fingers across the cube of butter in the butter dish on the table, then wrapped them back around my cock and resumed stroking – only now with a motion that was even more fluid.

Now each of her strokes brought increasing urgency to my brain and body. She alternated the grip of her fingers on my cock, sometimes stroking the shaft with the tips of her fingernails, other times gripping it firmly with her fingers wrapped around it. I began making involuntary upward thrusts of my pelvis, rocking up to meet the downward stroke of her hand on the shaft of my cock. When her fingers reached the head of my cock, she would rub her thumb lightly across the tip and stroke the sensitive spot beneath the head with the tips of her fingernails.

“Unnnnnhhhhh,” I moaned, almost caveman-like. My hips moved with even greater urgency now, my pelvic thrusts becoming more pronounced. Aunt Jane sensed an approaching climax, and her hand moved more rapidly. She tightened her grip around my cock and held her lips close to my ear.

“Yes, baby, cum for me!” she whispered, urging me onward. “Shoot that big load for me.” Her thumb rubbed across the head with each stroke of her hand, and I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. “Let’s milk your balls dry, honey!” she whispered hoarsely.

My Bayan escort Ankara hips literally lifted off the seat as her hand flew up and down my shaft. She sensed my imminent orgasm and snatched a paper napkin off the table. “Aaaahhhhhhhhh, ” I groaned, as the first burst of cum shot up the length of my shaft. Aunt Jane slipped the napkin over the head of my cock as she continued to stroke the shaft.

“Yesssss, sweetie, shoot your load for me!” I responded with another sharp upward thrust of my hips as a second burst of cum streamed from the shaft of my cock, then a third, and maybe a fourth. This may well have been the most dramatic orgasm of my life to that point in time. A warm glow radiated outward from my balls, moving down my thighs and up my torso simultaneously. My hips dropped onto the seat of my chair, as my heart raced as though I had just run 100 yards.

Aunt Jane didn’t wait for any “after-glow,” getting up quickly from her chair as she squeezed the napkin around the head of my cock and kissed me again, lightly on the cheek. She simply took two steps toward the kitchen sink and began rinsing the breakfast dishes, her back to me. Though I didn’t read it at the time, this was clearly a measure to minimize my embarrassment. I stared at her for a few seconds, still struggling to believe that this mature beauty was doing this to me. Her small round ass was poured into a pair of very tight, short shorts. A t-shirt hugged her torso, and as her hands moved in the sink, I could easily see the outer profile of her large, round breasts on either side of her ribcage. I snapped out of it, tugged my shorts up, grabbed my lunch from the counter, and slipped out the back door – being careful not to let the door slam — and off to school, smiling broadly all the way.

To Be Continued…

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Note: story contains rough sex, dominance, and violent themes.

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I’ve always been the type of man into really feminine boys. I like skinny little twinks who want to be fucked and roughed up by a real man. Nothing makes me harder than a pussyboy begging to ride my hard cock and moaning “Daddy” as I slide in and out of his tight hole.

I’m 6′-2″, solid muscle and proud of it. Little fag bitches go weak when they see how big my arms are and picture how hard I could fuck them. When I finally get them on their knees and my hard 9″ thick cock is in front of their mouth they can’t do anything but moan. Being called “Daddy” is newer but that’s only because I’ve started to go salt and pepper. I had no idea that would make boys want me even more.

I like my boys to be fully submissive and obey every word I say. If they don’t I slap them hard until they listen or until the leave. I love forcing a boy to my will. Making them do as I say or taking my cock when they fight me. And they either fight me and love it or leave. But none of them have left yet. It doesn’t take long until they are my slave boys completely obsessed with pleasing me and my huge cock. My newest boy is the prettiest pussyboy I’ve ever fucked. Skinny but with a round bubble butt I could fuck for days. Bright blue eyes, sandy hair, and willing to do anything I say. His only fault is his clit (pussyboys don’t have cocks) is pretty big at 8″. I rarely touch it but it’s usually rock hard when I enter a room. Sometimes I let him jerk off after I breed his hole but often I only let him get off from my cock. If he can’t cum hands free he doesn’t cum.

Only evening I had a friend over with his boy while watching the game. We had both our boys naked and sitting on the floor. Each one was rock hard but knew better than to touch their clits. I ordered them to get us new beers and they hopped up, hard as rocks and went to obey.

My friend leans over to whisper “Damn those boys are pretty. But honestly I hate those big hard clits. I wish my boy just had a real cunt, ya know?”

“Haha what?” I laughed.

“I’m serious, I think my boy would be perfect with a nice smooth cunt instead of that damn boy-clit. Think how hot he’d be with a tight set of lips to fuck instead!”

They boys came back in and as I watched them walk I pictured my pussyboy with a real pussy. And I realized I was getting hard.

The game ended and my friend took off. I bent my boy over, spit on his hole and fucked him in the living room. My hard cock slid in and out as he moaned like a bitch in heat. He begged for it harder and as I started to slam him I realized I was thinking about him with a real cunt and my cocks spreading his lips open as he begged for more. I came so hard that I was out of breath. He started begging to cum but I didn’t want that. I wanted him to cum just from my cock.

“No you little bitch. If you can’t cum just from my cock in you, you can’t cum at all.”

I could see the frustration in his eyes and how hard his clit was. He was dying for release. But like a good little slave he said “yes Daddy.”

The next few weeks I couldn’t think about anything else but my pretty little pussyboy with a real twat. A nice set of lips to fuck instead of his clit hanging there rock hard and useless. It’s the only thought that got me off. Try as he might the poor little bitch couldn’t cum hands free. I wanted that so bad. To watch him get off just from my cock. Just from a real man fucking him.

One night at a bar with my friend I confessed to him that since he brought it up it’s all I can think about. How I picture my boy with a cunt and part of me wishes he had a real one.

“Haha fuck man! I’ve been waiting for you to say that. I actually know a way to make that happen!”

“Haha bullshit man, that’s not possible.”

“No really, it is. I heard from a guy who heard from a guy about this potion. You drink it and whatever you say about yourself comes true. ‘Wish I had a bigger cock’ bam! Your cock gets bigger. ‘My eyes are blue,’ Bam! Blue eyes.”

“…..my cock is a cunt…?”

“Bam. He’s got a fresh new pussy.”

My head was reeling. Could this be possible? Could I get my real boy pussy like I wanted?

“But what if he doesn’t want it?”

“Haha best part, they don’t have to mean it, they just got to say it. It’s the words that matter not what they want! Even something jokingly said can change them.”

“There’s gotta be a catch.”

“Yeah there kinda is. I’m not exactly sure how the rules work but they gotta use it before the potion wears off otherwise they can just change it back. But using it makes it stay. I learned that the hard way…”

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you think Philip is gone? I tried it on him. It was so fucking hot. His cock just shrank, smaller and smaller. Then his lips formed and he had this tight little pussy. I couldn’t hold back. I was so turned on and started fucking him so hard. I could tell he was getting close. Seeing him moan as I fucked Ankara escort his cunt was too much. I blew my load before he did. He looked down, screamed, said he wanted his cock back and then it just sorta grew back. Then he left. But fuck! If I’d just have gotten him to cum from his cunt it would have stayed.”

“That’s all I gotta do to make him my pussyboy forever? Make him cum from his pussy…?”

“That’s it. And there’s no going back for him. He’d have a cunt forever.”

I knew exactly how I’d make him my pussyboy. He’d have no chance to change his mind.

My friend got me the potion and I had everything planned out and ready. I told my boy to go get ready because I was going to use his cunt like never before. While he was busy I made us each a drink. I up-ended the small vial over his drink and the clear liquid mixed into his drink as though nothing was there. I went to wait in the bedroom. He came in looking so damn hot. Bubble butt bouncing, licking his lips as he looked at my stiffening cock. I looked at his hard clit and smiled, knowing it was the last time he would ever see it. I handed him the drink and told him to down it. Took him two tries but it was gone. I didn’t even sip mine.

“On your knees boy.”

He dropped without hesitation and started at my hard cock in his face. I brought it just short of his lips and he started to open his mouth. I reached down and slapped him firmly, but not hard.

“No boy. You don’t do anything tonight unless I tell you to. Got that? You will only do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you. And you will only say what I tell you to say. Understand bitch boy?”

“Yes Daddy!”

“Do not touch your cock at all. If you even reach for it we are done. No fucking at all and you don’t get my load. Got it boy?”

“Yes Daddy, I won’t!”

“Good girl,” I laughed.

“Thanks Daddy,” he said mechanically, which only made me laugh harder.

I grabbed a blindfold from off of the bed and tied it around his eyes tightly. I knew exactly how to tie it so he couldn’t see and so it wouldn’t move an inch. Then I opened his mouth with two fingers and pushed his jaw down. Slowly I rubbed my head over his lips and then started to slide into his mouth. I could feel his tongue start rubbing all over my cock hungrily.

“The blind fold won’t come off until just before you are about to cum. The moment you can feel yourself cumming and know you can’t stop you can take it off. But not a moment before. Ok boy?”

He mumbled a yes around my cock and I grabbed the back of his head and started to fuck his mouth harder. My big balls were slapping his chin as my head went to the back of his throat. He started to gag so I pushed harder and deeper and I could feel his clit throb against my leg. He loved when I raped his mouth. I kept going while he gasped for air on every outstroke, then rammed it back in until I was balls deep. I decided it was time to test this out.

“You like being my bitch boy? You love when I fuck your throat?”

A gargled “Yes Daddy” barely escaped his cock filled mouth. I pulled out and held it away from his face.

“You want to please me boy? Do anything I want you too?”

“Fuck yes Daddy! Anything you want!”

“Yeah? Will you do what I tell you to do? Say what I want you to say?”

“Yes Daddy! Anything you want I will do! Anything!”

“What if I wanted you not to be hard? What if I wanted your clit to go soft? Would you do that for me?”

He hesitated slightly then said, “If I could Daddy I would go soft for you right now! I would be soft and useless!”

Watching his cock it instantly started to go soft. His rock hard erection went flaccid as if he had just cum. But he couldn’t seem to tell. He was still licking his lips wanting my cock in his throat. In moments he was completely soft. I have never seen my boy go soft during sex before. He is usually rock hard until he blows his load. I started to laugh and rubbed the side of his face.

“That’s my boy. That’s my good boy.”

“Thank you Daddy, anything for you!”

I pushed my cock back in his mouth and started to fuck it again and he had no idea that his big hard cock would never be hard again. I fucked his mouth then pulled out and told him to get on the bed face down ass up. He jumped up quickly and climbed onto the bed, feeling his way with the blindfold on. As soon as he was ready he pushed his face into the pillows and raised his ass into the air. His perfect round bubble ass was smooth and his hole never looked more inviting. I buried my face into his ass and started eating his hole hard. I licked it all over and dubbed my beard across his pink boypussy. He moaned and shook with pleasure. I started to fuck him with my tongue and could hear his breathing increasing. Slowly he started rocking his hips back into my face and I knew he was losing himself to the pleasure. He was reaching the perfect point of doing whatever I said just to keep feeling good.

“How’s that feel boy?”

“So good Daddy, please Ankara escort bayan don’t stop…” he moaned his reply.

“You want to make me happy right boy?”

“Yes Daddy!”

“Tell me you do. Tell me you’d say anything I wanted to hear.”

“I will Daddy! I will say whatever…ohhhh…whatever you want…” He had a hard time focusing as I started to rub his hole with my finger.

“Tell me you want to be my pussyboy.”

“I want to be your pussboy Daddy!”

“Tell me you want to be my real pussyboy forever.”

“Daddy I want to be your pussyboy. Please make me your pussyboy forever Daddy!”

“That is exactly what I am going to do you little bitch.” I pushed my finger in his tight hole as I said that. He moaned and pushed back into my hand wanting more.

“Thank you Daddy…” He sighed having no idea what he just asked for.

I spit on his hole and started to rub my head against it. Teasing him as he pushed back and arched his back more, hoping to get my cock in his boy cunt.

“You want this boy?”

“Please Daddy!”

“Tell me you want to be a muscle jock for me.”

“I want to be a muscle jock for you Daddy!”

As soon as he finished the words his muscles started to grow and swell. His arms got bigger, his ass hot firmer and rounder. His smooth back became toned. I reached and squeezed his chest, feeling it get bigger in my hands.

“Fuck boy. What if I wanted you to be the little skinny twink bitch you are?”

“I would be that Daddy! I will be your little twink bitch if you want! Skinny just for you!”

And just like that his new muscles shrank away as if they had never been. It happened so fast and he had no idea. All he could focus on was my head pushing on his hole. I pushed harder and grabbed his hips, pulling him onto my cock. My head popped in and he gasped a very soft “ohh Daddy.” Slowly I pushed inch after inch into his tight hole. Watching my hard cock disappear up his boycunt as he moaned and gasped. He was rocking his hips feeling every inch. I could tell from his breathing he was completely gone to the pleasure. He loved my hard cock in his hole and couldn’t get enough. Before the last two inches slide it I pulled him hard against me and shoved as hard as I could. He gasped and struggled. I could feel him clench around me and knew the last two inches he got had hurt him.

“Tell me how good it feels.”

Through gritted teeth he said, “It feels so good Daddy. Ohh…. Ohh Daddy Fuck! That does feel really good! Ohh… Ohhh!” The moment he said the words it happened and his body changed so that my cock ramming in felt amazing in his tight hole. I started to fuck him hard and deep. My balls were slapping against him on every stroke and he moaned like a bitch in heat wanting more. I gave him every inch hard and deep, using his hole just to please my cock. It felt so good to watch my boy take my dick in his hole just to please me. I pulled out fast and he groaned.

“I am going to lay down and watch you ride on top like a good faggot.”

“Yes Daddy! Thank you Daddy”

As I laid down he climbed on top. Watching his skinny legs straddle my body made my cock throb. He reached back and grabbed my dick, lining it up with his hole. Slowly he pushed against it until it popped inside. He moaned and instantly starting rocking his hips back and forth.

“Ohh Daddy. Fuck Daddy!” He whispered as he rode my cock faster and faster.

“Yeah boy, take my dick. Ride the only real man you know.”

“Yes Daddy! Fuck my hole Daddy!” he said as he slide up and down on my cock, giving me longer strokes instead of the short quick ones he started with.

“Damn boy you are so hot. Too bad about that useless cock huh? It is so small and useless isn’t it?”

“Yes Daddy. My cock small and useless Daddy. Only your dick matters. My tiny cock is nothing.” His flaccid cock shrank before my eyes. What was once 4 inches soft became 1inch and thin. Watching it shrink made my cock even harder. He kept riding my huge cock as his grew smaller and smaller. When it stopped it was the so tiny and looked like it couldn’t even get hard if he wanted it too. He had no idea how he had changed and was only focused on fucking himself on my cock.

“Fuck boy you make me so happy. I love watching you get off on my big dick. Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love it so much Daddy!” He started rocking harder and faster.

“Tell me it is the only cock you need.”

“It is the only cock I need and want Daddy!”

“Do you wish you could please me in other ways boy?”

“Yes Daddy! I wish I could please you in any way you wanted!”

“Wish you could please me with a real pussy?”

“Yes Daddy I do!”

“Say it boy. Tell me you wish you had a real pussy to please me…”

“I wish I had a real pussy to please you Daddy. I wish I had a real cunt to make you happy!” He said it without thought or even realizing what he was saying. He was totally lost in feeling my cock and being my boy.

His Escort Ankara tiny cock began to grown even smaller. His balls started to shrink and go up into his body. I watched as they disappeared completely. Then his tiny cock became a nub, then nothing. He was had just a mound where his once big cock was. Then it split slowly and two lips formed. They filled and got bigger and opened wider. The tiny clit appeared at the top. I couldn’t believe what had happened. I told him to say he wanted a pussy and now he had one. I wanted to touch it so bad but wasn’t sure what would happen. Slowly I reached forward and rubbed the edge of his lips with the tip of my fingers.

He moaned loadly and said “Thank you Daddy! Ohh stroke me more please!”

He was so lost to the pleasure it must have felt like I stroked his cock. I pushed harder and starting rubbing his new pussy. All he did was moan more and push into me. I knew he was my pussyboy for sure now.

“Climb off my cock boy and bend over the side of the bed. I am going to try something you will love.”

Without hesitation he slide off my cock and bent over the side of the bed. I stood up and starred at him. His round ass was spread, his pink hole was loose, and where his cock used to be was two puffy pussylips starting to drip slightly. His cunt was getting wet and ready to be fucked and he had no idea. Slowly I pushed my cock against his twat, rubbing the head on the edge of his lips. He gasped in surprised and pleasure.

“Fuck Daddy! Oh fuck that feels good! Fuck….” I could tell he had no idea what I was doing but he wanted more. I grabbed my cock and started to spread his cunt open. I could feel his new lips around my dick. He clenched down in surprise but his pussy was too loose to push me out. He was breathing so hard and moaning, having no idea what I was doing that felt so good.

“Daddy yes, please yes, fuck ohh Daddy Daddy DADDY!” I had never seen him in so much pleasure before and I couldn’t hold back. I rammed the rest of my cock into his tight little cunt and he screamed. I started to fuck him hard and deep, feeling his twat around my cock. He started pushed back into me and begging for more.

“Good little bitch. Love that huh? Love when I fuck your pussy?”

“Yes! Yes please keep doing it Daddy! Please keep fucking my pussy!”

I grabbed his hips and started to fuck him harder than I never have before. My slick cock glided in and out and on each stroke he gasped. I could feel myself starting to get close. I couldn’t cum before him. And not in this position. I knew exactly how I wanted each of us to cum.

“Daddy… Daddy ohh fuck I am getting close. Ohh Fuck…”

I immediately pulled out and he groaned. He was going to cum, but not like that. He was going to watch himself cum. I wanted him to see his first orgasm from his new pussy just as it happened. Just as the potion made it his pussy forever.

I picked him up and pushed him onto the bed. I told him to straddle my cock facing away from me. He did so willingly. We were facing the mirror on the other side of the bed. My legs hanging off the side of the bed, his twat just behind my hard dick, and my arms around his body watching in the mirror. I raised him up slowly then lowered his pussy onto my cock. He shuddered and instantly began riding my dick in short strokes.

“Daddy fuck yes daddy…” he half whispered and half moaned.

“Keep riding until you cum boy. And when you know you can’t stop yourself, when you know you are about to cum and won’t be able to hold back, take off your blindfold and watch yourself cum in the mirror.”

“Yes Daddy, thank you Daddy. You’re going to make me cum hands free!”

He had no idea it was the only way he was going to cum from here on out. He started to fuck himself hard and fast. He pushed against my cock and slide it in and out of his pussy having no idea what was happening. All he could do was feel how good it felt. I watched my cock slide between his cunt lips, nearly popping out before he was push down onto it and make it disappear in his vag. I could tell he was getting close. He breathing increased and each breath got shorter. He was reaching the point of no return and he knew it.

“Daddy… Daddy ohh Fuck… Daddy I am about to….” He was breathing so hard he could barely form the words.

“As soon as you can’t hold back take off the blind fold boy!”

He rode it for two more strokes then reached up and took off the blind fold.

“Daddy I am about to cum cum!” He said then looked at his cunt. I saw the moment of confusion then horror on his face mixed with pure pleasure. He looked at his pussy but couldn’t hold himself back. He kept riding and I could feel his pussy throb and tighten.

“no no no Ohh Daddy fuck no no no” I watched as he came from my cock in his pussy. He watched as he pussy twitched and sprayed a little down my cock and balls. I could see in his face how good it felt to cum from his pussy but also how horrified he was. He reached down before even caught his breath and felt my cock in his pussy.

“Daddy no…. What happened to my cock…?” he nearly sobbed and tried to get off my cock. I grabbed him and held him down so that my cock was still deep inside his used pussy.

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Like most guys, I turned to the internet to satisfy my urges. For as long as I could remember I had fantasized about being forced to serve a dominant man, suck his cock, be degraded and humiliated; basically I wanted to be treated like nothing more than a cum slut used for a real mans pleasure. Recently I had found a site that allowed you to post ads searching for other guys who were into the same thing I was into. I posted an ad saying that I was a younger (26) submissive guy looking to be dominated by a larger, older man. I also added that I was about 5’9, 160 pounds and smooth. I did not add that my cock was only a thin 5 inches hard, as I am quite embarrassed by it. Finally I said that I needed to be discreet as I had a girlfriend who did not know of my “other” life. I waited patiently over the next few days and received a few emails to my profile and ad, but nothing that really caught my interest. Then, on a Thursday, I received a message from a guy named Rick. Rick told me that he was a businessman from out of town and that he and a co-worker would be traveling to my city the next weekend for a conference. He indicated that he was 46, about 6’1, 210 pounds, hairy and had a thick 8 inch cut cock. Rick also told me that his co-worker, James, was 42, 6’0, 185 pounds and also had a large cock, thick and 8.5 inches. Rick went on to explain that they would be looking for some relaxation and relief after their conference, and they were in search of a cocksucker; he also said that they could both be very dominant and loved playing with cock slaves. He ended by stating that both men were married and therefore promised to be very discreet.

It took me about 20 seconds to read the email, but only about 5 seconds for my cock to get hard. Wow, these guys sounded exactly like what I was looking for! Not only did they have huge cocks but they were also dominant. I had never really thought of being with two guys at once, but I was immediately intrigued by the idea. I responded back that I was free this weekend and would love to meet up with them. A couple of hours later Rick emailed me back his hotel and room number and told me to be there precisely at 6:00 pm on Saturday wearing short running shorts with nothing on underneath and a plain tight white t-shirt. He also told me that once I walked into his hotel room I was required to do whatever Rick and James told me to do. If I wasn’t willing to accept this then I should let them know right now so we didn’t waste anyone’s time. I emailed him back that I understood his instructions and would be there.

The next two days dragged on with me sporting a hard-on that I couldn’t get rid of. All I could think about was Saturday night with Rick and James. Finally, Saturday evening arrived and I put on the clothes Mersin Escort that Rick told me to and headed to the hotel. As I walked through the lobby of the hotel, it seemed that everyone was looking at me and the hard-on pushing up against my tight shorts. Of course, with the size of my cock, nobody probably noticed.

I rode the elevator up to Rick’s floor and found his room. I was nervous and a little scared, but I knocked anyway. When Rick opened the door I was immediately drawn to his muscular physique.

“Hi, I’m Rick,” he said, without a smile.

“I’m Dave,” I responded.

“No you’re not, from now on this evening you will be known as slut,” Rick responded a little too loudly for my comfort. There were two ladies down the hallway a little bit and I was sure that they heard. “Do you understand?”

“Yes”

“Yes, what?”

“ummm, yes sir.”

“Much better, come in slut.” Relieved to be getting out of the hallway I followed Rick into his hotel room. Sitting on one of the beds watching a porno of a cute small blonde sucking a huge cock was James. James, like Rick, was very well built. Both of these guys made me look like quite small, which was more of a turn on for me.

“Good work Rick, this slut is cute and looks like he might be a good whore for us,” James said.

“I guess we’ll have to find out. Slut, you look pretty ridiculous in your short shorts and tight shirt, take them off,” he ordered.

“Yes sir.” I took off my shirt first and showed off my smaller frame. Being very conscientious of my small cock, I hesitated to take off my shorts. Rick didn’t hesitate though, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me down to the bed.

“When I tell you to do something, you do it immediately. If you can’t follow our rules, you should leave now.”

I was still a little stunned by being forced down to the bed, but was also very horny. “Yes sir, I’m sorry.”

“Good, now get up and take your shorts off.” I responded by standing up and slipping out of my shorts. I was very self conscious about my cock and was humiliated to be standing naked in front of these two guys who both had their clothes on. What made it worse was that both guys started laughing when they saw my cock.

“Holy shit,” James laughed, “no wonder you are a pussy little cocksucker, there is no way you could please a woman with that thing. I feel sorry for your girlfriend, you should have brought her with you so that she could experience a couple of real man cocks.” I must have turned eight shades of red in front of them, but somehow James degrading me made my cock stand up even more.

“Look at that slut,” Rick started in, “He likes being humiliated, what a whore. Slut, get on the bed and get up on all fours and Escort Mersin stick your ass in the air.” I did as I was told and got on my hands and knees with my ass presented. Rick grabbed both of my balls from behind with one hand and started to pull them down. I let out a slight cry when he did this and he quickly smacked my ass hard.

“James and I are here to do what we want with you, you do not speak or make noises unless we tell you to. Do you understand that?”

“Yes sir, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“Good,” Rick said as he smacked my ass again.

Rick grabbed my balls again and it took everything I had not to make a whimper. “Much better slut,” Rick told me. “Now get off the bed and get on your knees, where a sissy is supposed to be.” I immediately did as Rick told me, scared to be punished again. I was also still a little humiliated to be naked while these two men were still clothed, but the humiliation did very little to bring my erection down.

“Look at how horny that little slut is,” James pointed out again, “you do realize that you are not getting any tonight, right slut? We are not pussy little cocksuckers like you, so we will not be touching that little oversized clit of yours.”

“Yes sir,” I responded, “I realize I am only here to make sure that you two real men are taken care of tonight.”

“Good, why don’t you get started then,” Rick joined in as he stood up and moved next to me with his cock at face level only inches from me. “Take my cock out and get it hard, slut.” I didn’t hesitate, I undid his pants button and unzipped the fly and pulled out a semi-erect cock that was as thick as any I had ever seen. I must have let out a slight gasp, because Rick laughed and asked if I liked it.

“Yes sir, that is a very nice cock.”

“That’s right slut, this is why the ladies come to me for sex and probably laugh at you when you pull out that little thing between your legs. Maybe after I use your mouth I’ll call your girlfriend over and show her how a real man fucks.” I heard what he was saying and it scared me, but I was mesmerized by his cock. I reached back out and grabbed it and started to jack it off as it wasn’t erect yet. Rick immediately slapped my face, not as hard as he did my ass, but hard enough to get my attention. “You are a cocksucker, you only use your mouth to get me off.”

“Yes sir, I’m sorry,” I responded. I then opened my mouth and took his cock in my mouth. It did not take long for it to get to its full size. Before I knew it my mouth was completely full with this mans massive cock, it could hardly fit in my mouth it was so thick. Rick didn’t care though. Instead of letting me suck his cock he decided to just start face fucking me. I wasn’t ready for this and it caught Mersin Bayan Escort me off guard. Immediately I started gagging and drooling and I tried to pull back a little but Rick grabbed my head and continued fucking me.

“Yea, take that cock you little bitch. I’ve got a three day load waiting for you. Choke on that real mans cock you fucking whore!” I didn’t have much of a choice, Rick was bigger and stronger than me and even as I tried to get away there was nothing I could do, so I kept my mouth open as wide as possible like a good slut as this man fucked it.

“Yea, ram that little pussyboy’s mouth,” James jumped in as I realized he was standing right next to me, jacking his cock only inches from my face. “Watching you fuck that little whore’s mouth is hot!” Rick continued to pump his cock in my waiting mouth and just as I thought I wouldn’t be able to take anymore he let out a quick moan, pulled his cock out and squirted a huge load all over my face and opened mouth.

“Swallow the cum that got into your mouth slut.” Rick ordered me. I did as I was told, then two seconds later James grabbed my head and said “Open up” and shot another huge load all over my face and in my mouth. “Swallow it,” I was again ordered. And again, I did as I was told, the taste was a little bitter but I was able to get it down without gagging. I was able to feel the hot cum all over my face and was not sure what I should do with it. I did not want to make them mad and be punished again so I sat there waiting for instructions. Because the cum was covering my eyes I could not see anything, but I was definitely able to hear the next thing that happened.

“These we are going to use for an insurance policy, shall we say,” Rick said as he snapped four or five pictures of me splattered with cum all over my face and two semi-erect cocks inches from my mouth. Oh shit, I thought this is not good. “Don’t worry slut, everything will be just fine as long as you continue to do what we ask.”

James grabbed a small washcloth and wiped the cum away from my eyes. “The rest, he says, stays on until it dries. Now put your clothes back on, we’re done with you for tonight.”

I got up and put my short shorts and my white t-shirt back on.

“Okay slut, you may go now, but James and I are going to be back in town next weekend for more business and we will definitely be calling you. We will have a few more things in mind than what we did tonight, so you better be ready.”

“Yes sir,” I said, a little nervous about what he meant, but not surprisingly, my cock was still hard. I walked out of the hotel, again with a hard cock barely poking at my shorts, but this time with dried cum all over my face. I was now sure that everyone was looking at me. I made my way out of there as quickly as possible and got to my car. The urge overtook me and I masturbated right there in the parking lot thinking about what James and Rick had done to me and also about what was in store for me next weekend.

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It’d been about a week since Charlie moved in when a problem arose.

“You can’t sleep with Jing,” Ryan ordered.

Charlie, who was in his human form, cocked his head. “Why not? You sleep with Ms. Shadow most nights.”

“That’s different,” he insisted. “She’s a pet.”

“So am I,” Charlie replied.

Ryan shook his head. “You have a human mind- it’s different.”

“Please consider it. I get nightmares if I sleep alone.”

Ryan’s fingers paused on his keyboard. He’d been typing in his credit card to order clothes for Charlie, but that could wait. He knew his dogboy servant had… issues and he wanted to accommodate. He looked over at where he lounged on the couch across the room, having completed miscellaneous chores around the apartment. Jing had left after his Friday Zoom class, meaning he was free to roam the apartment on two feet.

“Seriously?”

A nod. “Seriously,” he echoed back.

Ryan resumed typing. “Okay, but you have to stay in your animal form. Deal?”

Charlie’s tail thumped against the couch. “Deal.”

~~~

A few weeks went by and nothing remarkable happened. The two men fell into a routine that aroused little to no suspicion from the oblivious party. Jing absolutely doted on Charlie- taking him on a walk every week day, rain or shine. Ryan sometimes wondered if Jing should’ve found Charlie instead- he was much better at talking to people. Plus, Charlie wouldn’t have to leave his country at the end of the semester.

He figured it didn’t matter now- even if he did want to hand Charlie over he knew the poor guy would take it personally. For Charlie, Ryan was his whole world- and while he tried to encourage autonomy, he had to admit he liked the attention. Growing up an only child, there was always a distance between him and others. Even with Evan, there’d been a gap that grew and grew until one conversation had everything crumble apart.

But with Charlie, things were different. He was always chatting him up, trying to get to know him better. He changed Ms. Shadow’s litter and did the laundry and cooking, allowing Ryan to put a little extra time into his studies. Charlie also joined Ryan’s Friday night ritual of watching TV late into the night. As expected, Charlie was unfamiliar with new TV shows. On the other hand, he was very knowledgeable about older shows which Ryan hadn’t seen before, his two favorites being Golden Girls and Cheers.

They were going to watch the latter when Ryan ran into Evan’s Instagram story. The girl he had dated before him was beaming into the camera, holding a baby in her arms.

“Is something wrong?” Charlie piped up.

“Yeah, no- it’s fine.”

Charlie sniffed the air. “You smell different,” he said. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

Ryan Mersin Eskort

stood up, clicking his tablet off and placing it face down on the coffee table. “Have a drink with me,” he said. He watched as Charlie’s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

“Pardon?”

“You heard me. I’ll be right back.”

He returned with a bottle of strawberry vodka and two shot glasses.

“Master, do you think this is a good idea? If-“

“I’m fine.” He poured two shots and downed both- then a third.

“You’re turn. You don’t have to, though.”

“I’ll pass, if that’s alright.”

Ryan gave him a pair of lazy finger guns. “No problemo.”

~~~

Something was definitely bothering Master Ryan, but he wasn’t sure what. He knew him well enough not to pry, but that did nothing to help his curiosity.

He watched as Ryan’s glazed over eyes stared at the screen, thoughtful but unfocused.

“I get lonely sometimes,” he blurted out.

“Oh?” Charlie said.

A sleepy nod. “I miss my ex.”

“Your ex-wife?”

“What? No, no no. I’m way too young for that shit. Also, I’m gay- but don’t tell Jing.”

Charlie could’ve mentioned that he didn’t talk to Jing, anyway, but he wasn’t one to backtalk one of his masters- so he merely nodded. “Alright.”

He took another shot- that was his seventh. Alcohol didn’t affect him but he was well-acquainted with the effects via secondhand experience. He had no idea why humans drank the stuff when all it seemed to do was make them stupid, sad or “happy”. Sometimes, not even that- if they drank too much they could get sick and die.

Ryan took another shot.

That made eight.

“What was your ex like?” he asked.

A moment of silence…. Then, an answer.

“Warm.” He turned around and placed his legs on top of Charlie’s as he sprawled out across the couch. He craned his face to look up at him.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“Yes.” Charlie paused the show. He turned his attention toward the alcohol. Maybe if he drank it all, Ryan wouldn’t get more? “I’ll have some, actually.”

Ryan’s face lit up. “Really? Good, good~ There’s more in the kitchen if vodka’s not your style.” He pointed a thumb lazily behind him.

“No, this is fine.” He took a large swig of the foul-tasting drink. The sweetness did nothing for the sharp taste. “Blech! Ugh….”

Master Ryan erupted into giggles. It was the happiest he’d seen him throughout the entire time he’d known him, which was a problem. He should be like this more often without it taking several drinks. Charlie made a mental note to work on that, and took solace in the fact that Ryan’s capability for laughter had been confirmed.

“You look like him, you know.”

“Who?” But Charlie already knew Mersin Escort Bayan the answer.

Master sat up. Charlie’s heart raced as he closed the space between them. He could smell the vodka on his breath, causing long-suppressed memories to rise to the surface. “My ex.”

Maybe he could create a positive association with this? It was Ryan, after all. Sweet, drunk Ryan who was kissing him so gently on the couch… His lonely little master who needed booze to unlock his feelings.

Charlie broke away from him. “This isn’t fair- you’re being influenced.”

“You mean under the influence,” Master corrected. “And I suppose you’re right.” He stood up unsteadily, which had Charlie bouncing immediately to his feet. He placed a steadying hand on Ryan’s shoulder.

“Let me take you to bed,” said Charlie.

“Ooh, yes, please~” said Ryan, pressing his hands against Charlie’s muscled chest.

Charlie blushed furiously. “Let’s go,” he said. He led his master to the bathroom where he clumsily brushed his teeth.

“I have to pee. Look over….” Ryan spun around in a circle. “There.” He pointed at the shower.

“Or I can leave and give you privacy.”

Master gave him a pleading look. “Will you still take me to bed?”

Charlie’s heart thumped heavily in his chest. He found this all to be very endearing but felt like he should be concerned at the behavioral change. He hadn’t even had that much to drink- was he that much of a lightweight?

“Are you eating enough?” he asked.

“I can eat your dick,” he offered. “Just lemme take this piss and after, I can be the best lay you’ll ever have.”

Charlie’s jaw dropped.

Master laughed as he pushed Charlie out the door and slammed it shut. He listened as the boy peed and hummed a song while washing his hands. When he came out, his eyes were half-lidded and he had a faint smile on his face. “I’m sleepy,” he said with a yawn.

“Do you remember what you said to me earlier?”

Ryan rolled his eyes. “That was just a joke.” He gave him a wink. “Unless you want it not to be.”

“Please go to bed.”

Another loud laugh as he guided this disaster of a twenty-year old to his bedroom. “You can stay in your human form, if you want.”

“Do you want me to?”

Vigorous nodding. Master Ryan reached out with an imaginary lasso, pretending to tug Charlie closer. “C’mere…”

He let out a long sigh, his tail wagging as he followed Master into his tiny bed. He watched as he put on a pair of soft shorts that showed off the patchy hair on his legs.

“You know what I also want?”

Charlie cleared his throat. “What?”

“To kiss you again.”

Charlie’s face reddened. “Only kissing?”

“Whatever you’re comfortable with, I’ll take.”

His Mersin Escort heart fluttered in his chest. “Alright,” he said.

Mater Ryan tasted like fresh mint. He much preferred it to the taste and smell of alcohol that he had dealt with previously. This kiss also differed in its delivery- Ryan kissed him this time not with the same softness, but with a sloppy hunger that sent heat straight to Charlie’s groin. A low growl emerged from his chest as his own hunger was awakened… How long had it been? Probably close to half a century since his last good lay. He reminded himself that this wouldn’t escalate- that he wouldn’t allow this to escalate- but his body didn’t care.

“You’re hard,” Ryan whispered.

“And you?” Charlie moved his leg in-between Ryan’s thighs. He could feel his cock throb against his knee. “Ah… You are, too.”

“Please,” begged Ryan. “You don’t have to fuck me, just- just do something.”

Charlie thought for a moment…. Then acquiesced. “I can give you a handjob, if you want. Or-“

“Anything,” Ryan interrupted. “I’ll take anything you’re willing to give me.”

He stuck a hand down Ryan’s pants. “I’m not used to taking the lead,” he admitted.

Master moaned in response to his touch. “Don’t worry. You’re doing… doing great.”

Charlie was pleasantly surprised to feel that he was shaved. He brought his hand out to give it a couple sloppy licks before sending it back down.

“Son of a fuck…” said Ryan. He trembled at the wetness, his eyes fluttering. “Faster, please.”

“Of course.”

He eventually pulled down Ryan’s shorts and boxers to get better access. Upon eyeing his package, his mouth started to water. Just as he imagined, it was slightly smaller than average- easy to fit inside whatever hole Ryan decided to use.

As he pumped his cock, Ryan whimpered and shuddered beneath him…. And when Charlie brought his face down south, he clamped a hand over his own mouth.

Charlie gave his master a couple teasing licks. “You can be loud- it’s alright.” He descended onto his cock, swallowing it to the base. He moaned around it, the vibrations producing yet another new sound from Master Ryan.

Ryan shook his head, not wanting to make any sounds. Perhaps it was a pride thing? Charlie wasn’t sure, but he didn’t pressure him, regardless. He reminded himself that his pleasure didn’t matter in comparison to his master- who always came first.

Sooner than expected, Ryan came hard- wailing into his hand and cumming down his pet’s throat. Charlie swallowed every last drop, letting Ryan milk his cock with his lips until every orgasmic tremor had ceased.

“Thanks,” slurred Ryan between heavy breaths.

Charlie smiled sweetly, his heart squeezing in his chest- happy to have been of some use. “Anything for you, Master.”

To his delight, Ryan spread his arms open in want of an embrace. He pulled his underwear and shorts up for him before lunging, his tail wagging furiously.

It was a good night.

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