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Kate stared at the clock. This had been a monumentally bad idea. Watching as the hand crept closer and closer, her dread grew with ever minute strike.

That’s why she should never, ever decide things while in the shower, she concluded. All manner of unreasonable ideas seem possible to her in there. When else would she have thought inviting her psychotic ex to her home would be a good decision? She shook her head.

The doorbell rang just as the clock struck seven. Always on time. Just as well. Steeling herself, she went to the door and opened it, pasting a polite smile on her face.

And there was Jaden, lounging against her door frame, looking as sexy as all sin.

“Morning, Kitten” he drawled, a sly tilt to his lips. “Missed me, did you?”

Kate’s fake smile vanished and she turned away, rolling her eyes. Never mind the gracious act then.

His own smile widened to a grin in response.

Jaden was one of those men who were aware of their own appeal and had learned to use it to their advantage. People looked at Jaden, and saw the pretty face first. It took them a while to pick up on the cold intelligence underneath.

“Not likely.” She stepped aside to let him in.

“You will, and one day I might not be willing to take you back.”

“Oh sure. Call me when you get that personality transplant.” Obnoxious ass.

But she couldn’t resist stealing a look as he passed her to head toward her kitchen, striding before her like he owned the place. He was graced with a sculpted, tall frame and the face of an angel, albeit the fallen kind; a wide, full mouth and a head of thick bronze-colored hair that often fell in short waves over his forehead, tempering his masculinity with a hint of boyishness.

He was also a manipulative, emotionally sadistic jerk, she reminded herself. He loved to play mind games and had the sickest imagination Kate had ever come across. It was the reason she ultimately decided to break things off with him. Granted, they’d only been together for a year, but it was enough to see just how twisted his mind was. Kate shook her head as she followed him into the kitchen. She seemed to be doing that a lot around Jaden.

“Care for a cup of coffee?” she asked.

“You mean that foul brown sludge you drink? No thanks, I’d much rather get an adrenaline shot straight to my stomach.”

She made a face. “Hey, just because I like some actual caffeine in-”

She stopped herself; he was obviously baiting her. Good to know he hadn’t changed his slimy ways. Not that she was tempted to take him back, she amended, but damn, looking at him now, she realized she’d missed the arrogant bastard, just a tiny bit.

“I asked you here because I found some records of yours the other day. They’re vinyl? Pretty rare.”

“Oh, yeah.” Unconcerned, he stretched out on the chair like a lazy cat. “Yeah, they’re actually my father’s, not mine. I suppose I-” cue air quotes “-inherited them.”

“Oh.” Kate bit her lip. She’d have to play this out cool.

“Is that why you called me?” Jaden asked with a mock pout, but his eyes were sharp, belying his casual tone. He knew she wanted something. “And here I was hoping for some begging.”

“Begging.”

He grinned. “Begging for me to take you back of course.”

Of course. Kate rolled her eyes. “Tell me, is there, like, a soundtrack playing in your head?”

“A soundtrack?” he frowned.

“Yeah, like some cheesy music playing in the background of your mind every time you deliver those lines.” She raised her brows at him and cocked her hip. ” Because there’s no other explanation for the shit you come up with.”

Jaden threw back his head and roared with laughter. Her lips twitched in response.

“I missed you too, Kitten,” he chuckled.

“Stop it with the pet names already. I’m not yours anymore,” she snapped, her amusement vanishing. If she wasn’t careful…

“Listen. About those records- since you’re not invested in them, I’d like to buy them, if you agree. You have no use for them after all. What do you think?”

“I think not,” he quipped.

Kate bit the inside of her cheek. “Don’t you want to hear my offer first?” she grated.

“Not unless it involves your luscious body under my command, no.”

“Dream on, you perverted freak.”

“Oh I do, Kitten. Frequently.” His brows lifted suggestively, leaving no doubt as to what he dreamed about.

Kate felt her cheeks burning and cursed herself. It was absurd how easily this man could get to her. This whole conversation could not have gone down any less smoother. As if in answer, her tummy chose that moment to make a dying-whale sound.

“What was that?” asked Jaden, amusement clear in his tone. “Was that your stomach?”

“Shut up.”

“Katie, are you having digestion issues again?” She looked up; he’d switched to doctor mode.

“No, just çanakkale seks hikayeleri a little constipated. No big deal.”

“It is a big deal. How many days?” Jaden persisted, his face set.

“Ugh, that is none of your business.”

“Katie, please. I may be your ex, but I still care about your well-being, and I’m still a physician.”

She mulled it over. It was obvious he wasn’t letting this go; also, it couldn’t hurt asking for an opinion. She’d been wretched for days now.

“Six.”

“Six days, I- !” Jaden looked heavenward, as if asking for patience. She narrowed her eyes; he was the exasperating one here.

“Alright, bathroom.”

“What, like right now?”

“How am I supposed to help you if I can’t take a look first?” Annoyance had replaced the concern in his voice. “Don’t be a child, Kitten.”

“Don’t call me ‘Kitten’!” She turned and stomped to the bathroom. Kate realized she was being difficult; truth was, she was also anxious to find out what was wrong with her, but she wasn’t going to make this easy for him either.

Jaden stepped inside the tiny room, crowding her towards the sink. This close, she had to tilt her head up to meet his eyes; his height emphasizing how much bigger he was compared to her 5’3 frame.

Kate liked tall men for that exact reason. Now, it only served to put her in a disadvantage. He rested his hands on the marble surface, arms on each side of her. She had forgotten how good he smelled.

Damn. A tingle of interest warmed her body over.

“Strip.” Kate shot him a sharp glance. He seemed uninterested, so she complied. A naughty voice inside her head urged her to undress slowly, first slipping away her bright blue sundress, pulling it off so that her breasts swelled with the movement, and only then bending to unhook her bra. The fleshy globes swung, her nipples pink and a little swollen.

She risked a look at Jaden; he still had the bland face on.

“You didn’t need to strip your bra off,” he said, and Kate glared. Ticked and a bit chagrined at her lapse, she wiggled out of her panties.

Honestly, she couldn’t figure the man out. He flirted and leered at her on a daily basis, and now that she was standing naked in front of him, no reaction whatsoever.

“Grip the sink,” Jaden prompted in a cool voice, “and spread your legs.”

Kate did as instructed; the scent of unexpected arousal hit her as she widened her stance. Pressing her eyes shut she waited for a biting remark.

“Tried any laxatives?” he asked, fingering her opening.

She let out a silent breath. “Yeah.” The dry tip of his finger wormed in, and she danced away. “Didn’t work, and you know how I hate enemas. I drank tons of coffee too, no luck.”

“Stay still” he demanded, slapping her ass in reprimand. “Coffee won’t do you any good, silly kitten, as it has the opposite effect long-term, actually inflaming the digestive system and inducing constipation in some people.”

“What? For real?” She tried to turn around but his palm pressed on her spine, keeping her down.

“For real.”

The finger was joined by another one, making her grunt in discomfort. She was too tight and too sensitive back there, and even that small invasion felt intense. Kate couldn’t fathom how some people could fit an entire cock back there; even shitting was unpleasant to her.

Jaden withdrew his fingers.

“The problem is that your sphincter is forcing back up the stools. You need to loosen up to have a regular bowel movement,” she heard him declare in a thoughtful voice. “An enema would the best solution.”

“Hell to the no. Okay, let me up,” she said. “My boobs are being squashed into the sink.”

“Wouldn’t want that,” he murmured, but still kept his hand down. “Just one last thing.”

With a lurch, and before she could fathom the suddenness of movement, Jaden had plastered his body over her naked one, his heat burning the length of her back. He put his mouth to the sensitive area below her ear and his scent washed over her, his exhale tickling the tiny hairs on her nape.

It distracted her so much that she almost missed his words.

“Bet I can fuck it out of you.”

Goosebumps broke out all over her skin, and she arched away, her body flinching away in denial.

“The hell did you just say?” She turned to face him, horrified.

“I bet-” he whispered, his voice low and intimate in the tiny space between them, “-that I could ride your ass so hard, I’d literally fuck the shit out of you.”

Her head spun. She couldn’t think; he was too close now and the air she breathed felt scalding, as if she were sipping the breath straight from his lungs.

“I always knew you were insane, Jaden- I just had no idea how much,” she spat at him, still dizzy.

“Coward.”

“No.”

“If you agree to this, I’ll never bother you again.” She opened her mouth to remind him that it was her idea to invite him here, but then she thought better of it.

“I’m not letting you sodomize me so I can…ugh. Just no, alright?”

“You know manual stimulation is an actual thing, right? It’s your only option since you hate enemas.”

“Get bent and die, pervert.”

He laughed softly, his eyes sparkling with suppressed mirth. “You want me, though. That I can see.”

“Time to visit the optometrist then. Your eyesight needs fixing.”

A flash of teeth. Their faces were millimeters apart; that feral smile filled her vision.

“Yes?” He took a step closer; her nipples brushed his chest. Two steps; they stood pressed together from head to toe. One of Jaden’ s thighs hooked between her legs and lifted up, pressing her naked pussy against him. He was stiff and eager, and arousal pulsed unbidden between her legs.

Kate couldn’t help it; she moaned.

“Breathing deepened, pupils dilated, nipples and clit distended-” a torturous rub of denim against her folds, “-and heartbeat-” he palmed a breast, pinching the nipple and pulling it away as if trying to pluck it off, “-that’s increased too. You’re obvious, Kitten.”

She pushed at him. He pushed back. Her pussy smashed against his throbbing cock, the coarse fabric of his slacks irritating her clit. Feeling vindictive, she decided to sink her nails into his scalp.

“Aaaaah,” he exhaled, his head tipping back, as if enjoying the pain. Knowing Jaden, he probably did.

“You want it, love, admit it. You want to see what’s it like to take a big fat cock up your ass.”

“I didn’t. I don’t. I’m- “

“You always did,” he continued, his voice silky and dangerous, his cock pulsing through the soaked fabric of his clothes. Kate couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Do you you honestly expect me to let you fuck me after all you’ve done?” she shouted in his face.

“Yes!” he screamed right back. “You’re such a fucking hypocrite, Kate. You wanted me, and you still want me, and you’re still deciding things about us by yourself!”

“What are you even talking about?!” They both fell silent, panting and furious, glaring at each other.

“Fine,” she whispered, half-hoping he wouldn’t hear. But he did.

And needed no further encouragement. Jaden spun her back to grip the sink, her fingers automatically closing on the marble. She looked up at the mirror; huge, fathomless eyes greeted her, the pupils dilated beyond belief. Her skin, by contrast, seemed ghostly white, except for the twin flushes of her cheeks and her red, red mouth.

Jaden was a black shadow over her pale expanse of flesh, his hair obscuring his face, completing the demonic look.

Oh shit, she wasn’t sure about this. She should’ve kicked him in the balls and thrown him out, not invite him to pop her anal cherry!

Fuuuck, she silently cursed, then composed herself. Well, there was no way she was bailing out now; that would be admitting defeat. And this was a war of wills.

Something cold and oily dribbled between her ass cheeks and she flinched away. Her dread grew when Jaden’ s cock pressed on her tiny pucker.

“Take a deep breath, Kitten,” his voice sounded over her internal ramblings. “This will hurt.”

The head twisted and pushed, trying to burrow inside the clenched opening, until the sphincter gave way.

“Ugh!”

Kate gripped the edges of the sink and dropped her head, trying to calm her hammering pulse.

It was fucking painful. And weird, really weird. She felt herself opening wider and wider, the lube -where the hell had he found lube?- slicking the ring of flesh and easing the way.

The cock-head finally slipped inside, her asshole gobbling up the hard flesh now that the biggest part was in. She could feel Jaden straining to feed his dick in her ass, but she couldn’t bring herself to help him, instead clamping harder and harder on his length.

It hurt so much. Yet the sensation of Jaden’ s rigid cock inside her was too familiar to be simple pain. It made her breasts heavy and her pussy ache just as bad.

Fuck my cunt, she wanted to say. It burns. Fuck me. I don’t care.

“…just fuck me.”

A husky chuckle answered her. “I will, love. I’ll fuck you…. any way you want me to.”

He was in, at last. She expected him to start pounding away, but instead he just stayed still, grinding his cock against her bowels. A continuous groan issued from the back of his throat, so soft that Kate didn’t think he was aware of it. Her hand slipped from the sink and she rubbed her pussy, the juices drenching her fingers. Subtly, she rocked back.

The man behind her shivered all over at the tiny motion. “You’re killing me,” he whispered, then stood stock still, his features turning to granite.

“Alright. Now…push out my cock with your asshole.”

Kate obeyed, eager to be through with this. Her face scrunched up and her teeth gritted as she fought to expel the intruder from her rectum. Cold sweat broke over her body; she was trembling all over with the effort but the huge monster in her bowels refused to budge.

“You’re supposed to help too!” she complained, turning to glare at the impassive face of the man behind her. He seemed remarkably calm for a man who had his cock up a girl’s ass, except from a hint of smugness glittering in his tawny eyes.

“That would be rather counter-productive.”

Kate bit her lip until she tasted blood. What in the ever-loving fuck had possessed her to agree to this? Squeezing her eyes shut, she pushed even harder. Her gut rolled as the pole lodged in her rectum crept infinitesimally outwards.

“You’re doing well, Kitten.”

“Hnnnng! Fuuuuck!” she grunted. She pushed out another two inches. Her arms and legs were shaking violently, rivers of sweat dripping from her forehead, matting her hair, trailing across her spine and between her breasts.

“Shit! I can’t do this!” she sobbed. “Help me!”

“Alright.”

Slam! The three inches she had agonizingly dislodged smashed back inside.

“Oh GOD, are you DOING?!” The maniac behind her grinned like a shark. He slipped out his cock in a whoosh, a torrent of dirty slime hanging from it.

Slam! He hammered back in, his ball-sack slapping wetly against her pussy. The potent scent of sex mixed with the foul odor of her insides turning themselves out with each thrust.

“Talk to me,” Jaden panted, arousal thick in his voice. “Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels like you’re ripping me apart!” she shouted through the veil of tears and sweat stinging her face.

“Good. Aaaaah. Good little kitten, taking it up in the ass.”

She looked down. Her belly swelled with each violent thrust, a distinct bulge appearing and disappearing in time with Jaden’ s pounding.

“Yes, watch yourself. You’re so sexy, Kitten. It makes me want to fuck up that cute, tiny asshole of yours. And I’ll make it hurt so good, so good. You’ll be shitting yourself for the rest of your life.”

“Oooooh fuuuuck!” she keened as he started jack-hammering into her even faster. Her hold on the sink slipped, and she flopped onto the bathroom floor, Jaden’ s hands keeping her hips almost vertical.

“Anything?” Jaden asked with false concern. “Your little shitter is packed full with crap, you know. It’s disgusting.”

She moaned, tears overflowing her eyes from the strain of the fucking and the inexplicable arousal that followed it.

People couldn’t cum like that, could they? Not women, not without any other stimulation. Then why did it feel like she was going to explode any second now?

“Oh, don’t cry, Kitten. I’ll have you loosened up in no time. In fact” -a fierce thrust that propelled her body forward, her clammy tits squeaking across the floor- “maybe it’ll relax that uptight hole of yours permanently.”

Kate didn’t deign to answer, instead concentrating on breathing through the frantic pounding.

“Remember that time when we were fucking in that park and you came so hard, you pissed all over my cock?”

“That was cum, you jerk! I squirted!” she protested, remembering the embarrassing incident. She had, in fact, lost bladder control that night but wasn’t about to admit as much to this sicko. He’d probably use it as leverage against her.

Jaden stopped thrusting. “You loved it” he whispered silkily into her dripping hair. “Denying your instincts isn’t healthy, Kitten. We bind ourselves with rules and renounce our urges, but that doesn’t make them go away.” He smashed his pelvis on her cheeks, his cock stabbing itself deeper as if to punctuate his statement.

“Do you ever shut up?!”

“It twists them. Shame and darkness only feed the vices.” Abruptly he gasped, his cock burrowing in the resistance of her stuffed colon. “Fuck!”

Kate couldn’t make out what he was saying anymore, a continuous strangled whimper issuing from the back of her throat. It felt as if he was trying to reach her stomach through her bowels. Spittle leaked from her mouth in thick strings. Her pussy clenched on itself, its juices bathing Jaden’ s ball-sack when it smashed the folds together.

“Fucking hell, you’re wet.” Two strong hands griped her hips and pulled up, turning her onto her back. His cock slipped out.

Jaden grasped her knees, hooking them over his shoulders as he pounded back in, fucking her ass with brutal relish. “I want to see your face as you cum with my cock in your shitty hole,” he confessed, his eyes gleaming almost inhumanly with arousal.

A finger brushed her clit, which had doubled in size, and scraped a nail around the hood.

“Fuck!” Kate screamed, arching her spine towards the ceiling and flinching away when that impaled her ass even harder on Jaden’ s cock.

“You are sick.”

“So are you, Kitten.”

Katie moaned. From this angle, the penetration seemed deeper, bruising her insides. Each push produced a liquid sound as it jostled and rearranged the load in her bowels.

“Talk to me. Tell me how you love this. Your cunt is sopping, Kitten. I want to bury my face in it and lick you dry.”

Fuck, that was hot! Her attention focused on reaching that finger, the memories of all the depraved things his tongue had done to her short-circuiting her mind.

“You taste so good down there, darling. Do you remember how you used to sit on my face and beg me to suck on your little clit until you melted in my mouth?”

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(My name is David Thornberry.

It happened when I was just 18 in 1958. I was alone in my parents’ house with Vivian, the 20 year old daughter of some neighbours. I had always thought that she was unworldly and I would have to coax her even into letting me see her knickers. She surprised me in her interest in sitting on my face and wanking me off. This is part four of my tale.)

***

Vivian yelled out, “The Can-can,” then pinned my face down once again.

I assumed that she had realised that I had filled the tissues with warm semen. It was difficult to tell what Vivian thought with her wide arse perched on my upturned chin and her damp knickers spread over my nose.

I managed to shake her off me for a second or two and asked her if she wanted to change her position as I thought that squatting may have been causing her knee pain.

“I’m OK as I am thank you now, shush and keep quiet while I watch my programme,” she said and lowered herself onto my face again, shaking her stiff nylon petticoats and skirt over me once more so that my head and upper body were largely concealed.

I clearly had merely been only a cause of irritation in her eyes and I stared up at her thighs and dark tan stockings which hovered within licking distance of my tongue.

I reached down to my penis and wiped it clean with a fresh tissue and fished out several more for orgasm number ten. My nostrils snorted up the heavy dense odours which emanated from Vivian’s vagina soaked knickers gusset. I was fairly certain that the young woman sitting on my face hadn’t realised just how wet she was, or how randy I felt.

Vivian seemed to be once again engrossed in her TV programme so I decided there and then that I would merely ‘jerk myself off’ using the underside of her arse, her cascading petticoats and the strong smell from between her legs as masturbatory aids.

In some ways I was expecting more from the girl but apart from actual penetration, which I had ruled out for many reasons, she was providing me with more than enough sexual stimulation to keep me gratified for the whole of the day, if not the week ahead. I was thinking that the mere memory of having Vivian spreading her lovely long legs over my face would make me ‘come’ by the bucket load.

Her TV programme ended and Vivian immediately stood up.

“I have to go to the toilet,” she said and I watched her long legs, under her dress and petticoats, walk across the room and disappear into the hall.

From my position flat on my back on the carpet I stared around the room. The lounge seemed like a vast cavernous cathedral inhabited by giantesses, well at least one and her name was Vivian. I smiled to myself and at the ridiculous position I was in. I felt rather self conscious lying in the centre of the room completely naked except for my shirt.

Goodness only knows what would have happened if my parents and Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd had suddenly returned early. I felt slightly vulnerable and embarrassed. I thought if Vivian had changed her mind regarding sitting on my face I would appear pretty silly just lying there grinning insanely with my willy on view.

I heard Vivian return and moved my eyes towards the door and watched her walk towards me.

“I’ll just draw the curtains if you don’t mind,” she said switching on a table light. I nodded at her like a ventriloquist’s dummy. Again I felt very self conscious as I watched the hem of her dress sway from side to side as she darted about the room.

“There,” she said,”all nice and comfy Davy. Are you sure you don’t mind me sitting on your face? I find it quite comfortable, actually, you know,” she said with a reassuring smile.

“No, no, you go ahead, I don’t mind,” I replied in a casual, almost off hand, manner.

Inside however I was again shaking with excitement and watched spellbound as she straddled my face and shook out all her petticoats. I pushed back my head and waited for her to squat on my face. But instead of squatting she knelt on my shoulders and slid forward so that her now doubly damp knickers gusset was pushed firmly into my nose. With three or four graceful movements she spread her dress and underskirts over my head and once again I was plunged into a darkened world beneath her clothes.

“I hope you can breathe Davy,” said the young blonde woman above me. I had not enough strength to reply but felt thankful that I was once again savouring her natural scent at close quarters.

***

My Tenth Wank.

I grabbed a handful of tissues and began to wank furiously as she covered my face once again with her white and pink petticoats and pretty pale blue cotton dress. This time I was going to make my masturbation last as long as possible.

I tried to disregard the background noise from the television set which was now screening a nature programme.

Vivian seemed well and truly engrossed with its contents and I became resigned to her merely sitting on my face and not being interested in me as a person bursa seks hikayeleri or a sexual partner. I felt like the ‘proverbial’ piece of furniture and had as much significance to her as any other chair or stool.

I lay beneath her dress for many minutes staring wide eyed at the layers of crisp net petticoat which lay above me and around me. I could almost smell the thin nylon where it lay against my features. Occasionally she would fidget or squirm on me or scratch her leg and I would hear the seductive sounds of nylon sliding smoothly over nylon. I stared at her stockings which appeared so dark and smooth compared with the coarse whiteness her of her stiff net petticoats.

Her soft firm thighs held my head rigidly in place so that I could not move to either side and I felt deliciously trapped under the heavy wide arse of this delightful 20-year old beautiful blonde haired girl.

It took me twenty minutes of relaxed, often wild, wanking to reach my climax. I breathed in Vivian’s natural scent with each erratic breath towards the end of my jerking and rammed my face savagely up under her as I ‘came’. Oddly she seemed not to react to my face being between her legs although the slow constant flow of her vaginal secretions through her knickers and onto my face told another story.

After ‘wank number ten’ I lay back gasping for breath with my heart beating like a machine gun. I felt completely and utterly ‘shagged out’ and now required time to recover. I thought that I had broken the British record regarding how many times an 18-year old male could ejaculate in a twelve hour period. I estimated that each wank had taken on average 1 hour 12 minutes to achieve. I felt like writing to someone with this fact but, like all schoolboy dreams, it remained impractical to achieve so let the thought drift from my head.

Two hours later I woke up still with my head beneath Vivian’s dress. I could tell by the smell of warm fresh urine that she had recently visited the lavatory and had gently reassumed her position sitting on my face without disturbing me. I still felt utterly drained and my balls and penis ached.

“Sorry if I disturbed you Davy but I had to go for a wee,” said the long legged girl straddling my nose. She swept all her crisp white and pink petticoats to one side and beamed down at me. I was too tired to masturbate so just lay there staring up at her and at her kind face.

“You didn’t disturb me at all and I’m glad I woke up and found you still sitting on my face,” I muttered and yawned as she knelt up, adjusted a suspender clip then knelt over me again.

She sat on my upper chest and I stared between her open legs, up her petticoats at the damp patch in her knickers. I lifted her buttocks up with both hands and strained my neck forwards and breathed in the strong scent of ‘aroused woman’ which emanated from her cunt.

“Oh fucking hell, good grief,” I whispered as I felt my penis stiffen once more.

My sleep had refreshed me sufficiently and now I was ‘raring to go’ once more.

“You are a big silly,” said Vivian ruffling my hair and settling her large arse once more on my face.

Again my head was between her legs and my face was swamped by crackling, swishing petticoats. My ears were gripped by her clammy soft young thighs and I could hear hardly anything of the television.

Once again I started wanking into a handful of tissues and began licking the underside of her thighs and arse and the buttock crease which lay between the two.

“That tickles,” she giggled and pulled my head brutally into her pubic area, almost stifling me of air.

I felt as if I was being smothered by her but kept wanking, this time more forcefully as if my very life depended on it.

The aroma of her urine soaked knickers was not unpleasant; in fact I couldn’t get enough of it. To tell the truth I found it exciting; the mere fact of being in her personal, private world under her skirt and petticoats drove me almost insane with lust. My wanking had reached fever pitch and my head thrashed about ferociously between her legs. It seemed as if I was ‘possessed’ by a lecherous lust which I just couldn’t satisfy.

“Hey Davy, are you alright?” asked the blonde girl pulling her dress aside. She stared down into my feral eyes which glinted insanely back at her. My unshaven face must have looked ‘bestial’ in comparison to her feminine underwear. My stubbly chin kept scratching her stockings where they gripped her thighs and were supported by her suspenders.

She threw her dress over me once more and rearranged her petticoats so that I was evenly covered. All around my head I felt the crisp nylon frou-frou textures of her underskirts covering me while I jerked off frantically and rhythmically.

By now I was on the ‘short strokes’ and slowed things down in order to delay the final millisecond of my climax. Vivian must have been bemused by the slobbering, twitching, shaking head between her legs. Fortunately she could not see me squeeze my eyes tightly together as if in agony. Her petticoats stifled my groans and moans but I roared out a big “Yesss,” as I emptied my testicles with five buttock-clenching thrusts which burst through the Kleenex tissues and splattered semen over my stomach and shirt.

Vivian remained sitting on my face watching the television and now it appeared very late and clearly time for bed.

***

Mrs. Lloyd.

When my parents and Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd returned the following day they would not have had a clue what Vivian and I had been up to the previous day. I had made sure that both beds looked ‘slept in’ although Vivian and I had shared my bed all night and most of the morning. I had already ejaculated five times that morning including twice in Vivian’s mouth.

We had both taken a shower together and enjoyed the early part of the afternoon walking around the village and along the lanes.

We were surprised to return to find the Lloyd’s Volvo already parked on the gravel drive.

“Hello you two,” shouted my mother as we approached, “Did you have a good time?” My face, unfortunately, turned beetroot red which attracted Mrs. Lloyd’s attention.

It was as if the word ‘GUILT’ had been tattooed in bright red neon ink across my forehead.

Mrs. Lloyd’s eyes pierced mine and she knew instantly that I had trespassed on her daughter’s virtue. I was almost sure that she could read my thoughts; it was as if I were telling her that her daughter had sat on my face solidly for five hours the previous night while I wanked repeatedly, one orgasm following the other.

“I’d like to talk to you alone young man,” she said in a whisper. “Tomorrow afternoon at two o’clock when Vivian and my husband will not be at home.”

I waved Vivian off and stared at Mrs. Lloyds shapely legs as she swung them into the Volvo’s capacious foot well. Her eagle eyes bore into me as I watched them drive off. My parents appeared to be blissfully unaware of Vera Lloyd’s odd behaviour towards me, and seemed more interested in resting after the long journey.

*** At the Lloyd’s House

I arrived at the Lloyd’s house at two o’clock precisely. I rang the doorbell and listened out for the clatter of high heels which would announce Mrs. Lloyd’s arrival. I heard the familiar sound on the wide hallway floor. The Lloyd’s house was one of the largest in the village and their floor was made of terrazzo tiles set in a black and white chequerboard pattern. I had always thought that their home was very posh and everything about it was so stylish and opulent.

“Come in David,” said Mrs. Lloyd opening one of a pair of outer oak doors.

I immediately noticed her perfume which seemed so intense and overpowering. I felt dirty and slovenly wearing just my jeans and t-shirt and old sports shoes.

She led me to the lounge which enjoyed extensive views of the local countryside through its vast French windows.

I was told to sit opposite her on one of the two sofas which faced each other and which were positioned to each side of the large fireplace.

“I won’t offer you tea as what I am about to say won’t take long,” she said and I noticed her immaculate makeup and bouffant hair, as was the fashion in 1958.

“I knew immediately, when we arrived home yesterday, that something had happened between you and Vivian. I could tell straightaway that something was not right. You may call it female intuition but I prefer to ascribe it to the close bond enjoyed by a mother and daughter.”

Mrs. Lloyd’s English was so precise. She was precise in everything, her home, her clothes, her garden; everything about Vera Angela Lloyd was immaculate and perfect. I was now beginning to understand that she thought I had sullied her daughter’s reputation, or worse still, deflowered her.

“You can tell me what happened as I have already heard Vivian’s side of the story,” she said with a slow calculating manner.

“Well if you have heard Vivian’s side of the story you will not want to hear mine, I said with a certain amount of cockiness.

“So there is a story, is there?” said the woman, and I saw that I was being led into a trap.

“Well what I meant by ‘story’ was just the events of the day; there is very little to relate,” I said trying to be precise in my meaning. Unfortunately I turned scarlet red and Mrs. Lloyd’s predatory eyes stared through my brain and into the back of my skull.

“I know all about Vivian being forced to…err…sit on your…err…face while you masturbated in front of her,” she said, this time raising her voice in anger.

I shook visibly and pleaded with her not to tell my parents. My mother would go ‘ballistic’ if she ever found out.

“Well as far as I can tell you did not steal her virginity but she is very upset at the degradation of your obscene acts you forced her to perform,” said the woman wearing a black knee-length shirtwaister dress.

I stared horrified at the woman and at the hem of her dress where a lacy hem of her petticoat lay revealed.

“I am, I am very sorry Mrs. Lloyd,” I blurted, looking shamefaced and full of panic. “I won’t ever ask Vivian again, and I promise I’ll never see her again if you would please not tell my parents,” I went on and almost considered bursting into tears if it would prevent my mum and dad from finding out.

“David,” said the woman, who was at least thirty years older than me. “You will have to do me a great favour, or else, rest assured, your parents will hear from me. I shall tell them every detail of your disgusting perversions and what you did to my daughter,” said Mrs. Lloyd with a triumphant glint in her eyes.

I sensed that I was to carry out some sort of service for her and noticed that she stared at the bulge in my jeans. Suddenly I had the awful thought that perhaps Mrs. Lloyd was going to get me to do things to her, just as I had done things to her daughter. I was to be proved correct.

*** With Mrs. Lloyd in the Guest Bedroom

Mrs. Lloyd took me by the hand and led me upstairs. I had never explored their home, even when I visited Vivian when we were much younger. Mrs. Lloyd did not like children playing upstairs with their dirty shoes so they always had to play in the conservatory.

I had already taken off my shoes and followed her somewhat nervously into the guest bedroom. I had always assumed that guest bedrooms were always small and simply furnished and were merely ‘dumping grounds’ for surplus possessions. The Lloyd’s guestroom was, however, a sumptuous room dominated by a large double bed.

Mrs. Lloyd pulled back the bedclothes and revealed the pale blue under sheet and pillows.

“You will get undressed and lay on the bed face up, with your feet on the pillows, understood?” said Mrs. Lloyd in her perfectly clipped English.

She left me on my own and I slowly stripped off, hesitating when I got down to my underpants. I saw my reflection in the long full-length mirror. I looked wiry just standing there wearing only my glasses. My penis, I thought, however appeared massive in its semi erect condition. My mind raced at being naked in front of Mrs. Lloyd. What would she ask me to do? Did she know that I was a virgin? Not even in my wildest dreams had Mrs. Lloyd ever been the subject of my erotic desires.

I lay on the bed as she had ordered. I have to admit that although I was worried that Mrs. Lloyd would tell my parents about my use of Vivian as a ‘wanking aid’ I was intrigued to know what Mrs. Lloyd intended me to do to her.

She returned and immediately fixed me with her eyes. Her hawk-like stare seemed hostile, almost predatory, in its intensity. I noticed that she was carrying a bundle of leather belts and dog leads.

“You will allow me to tie you down. Is that understood young man?” said Mrs. Lloyd with a lecherous sneer.

I clearly had little choice and watched her link together the various metal buckles and leather leads to make long inflexible tethers which she attached to my wrists and ankles. She pulled their free ends to all four corners of the bed and buckled them to the under frame and bed legs.

“I hope that they aren’t too tight for you?” she asked, and I was thankful that there was a small amount of ‘give’.

“There now, we’re all nice and cosy aren’t we?” said Vivian’s mother stroking my penis as she sat on the bed next to me.

Needless to say my penis had reached gigantic proportions and was long enough; it seemed, to touch the ceiling.

“So this is what you displayed to my daughter was it?” said the forty seven year old wearing her black full shirtwaister dress.

I suddenly visualised her extracting a pair of scissors from her handbag and…well. I looked at her and panicked and blurted. “Please Mrs. Lloyd, don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything you want but don’t hurt me, I don’t want you to cut it off, please, please not that,” I said close to tears.

“Well David you are getting worked up, and about nothing too, I might add,” said the perfumed woman with her immaculate makeup. “I do not intend to harm you in any way. On the contrary I hope that you and…err…I will…err…please each other for the afternoon,” and with that she kissed me full on my lips, and on my ears.

She dragged her tongue down my neck and onto my chest where she teased my nipples. I groaned with pleasure and felt my penis stir and become even larger, if that was at all possible.

Mrs. Lloyd’s greying hair was almost in my face as she licked her way back up my neck and over my face and ears.

“You taste very nice David,” she hissed, then licked her way down the centre line of my chest and stopped at my navel.

She forced her tongue into this fleshy depression as I squirmed with both pleasure and agony at the sensations which I had never experienced before.

The ties felt surprisingly tight as I fought to escape her tongue. For some reason I felt uncomfortably ticklish so groaned and flinched. She laughed at me and squeezed my testicles. All of a sudden I felt her hot breath on my shaft.

“Oh my God, Mrs. Lloyd,” I spluttered.

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Daisy was in the basement on her hands and knees.

She didn’t need a contraption to lock her into position; she knelt willingly. She had been dressed in a white body suit, but her father had cut two large horizontal holes in chest area, exposing her nipples as well as a great deal of flesh. Her tits hung beneath her now, a pump attached to each nipple, rhythmically sucking away at her aching teats. Her father had hung a small cowbell around her neck, which embarrassed Daisy, but she didn’t dare remove it. What was even more embarrassing was the tail he had given her. He had cut a slit in the gussett of the body suit from her lower back to her mound, exposing her ass and spilling her pussy between the two strips of tight fabric. If Daisy craned her neck, she could see the braided tail emerging from between her ass cheeks. Her father had shown it to her first, proud of the way he had secured the tail to a large glass plug.

“It’s big,” he cautioned Daisy, rubbing the bulbous end against her lips. “Open,” he said simply, and the plug slipped into her mouth.

Daisy looked up at him, her eyes wide. It was so large its sheer girth prevented her lips from meeting around the narrow part of the plug. Her father seemed pleased. He patted her cheek before taking the plug out of her mouth. “Ready?” he said, although it wasn’t really a question. Daisy immediately felt pressure against her anus, which spread wide to accept the intrusion. Daisy gasped and grunted as she struggled to take the plug in her bottom.

“Come on, little girl, you can take it,” her father urged. “Almost there. You’ll feel so much better when it’s inside you. Here’s the hardest part. Oh, good girl, good girl…look, there it goes!”

Daisy yelped as her asshole stretched around the widest part of the plug and, having swallowed it, yawned lazily closed. The tail now protruded from between her cheeks, perky and cheerful, making her look even more like a cow.

She expected the usual pump on her pussy next, but her father had surprised her with a treat: the fucking machine. He had queued up an enormous dildo which even now worked its way ever so slowly into her pussy before easing itself back out again. The agonizing pace maddened Daisy, but she did enjoy being filled. He had attached a small cylinder to her clit, which prevented her from making herself cum with her fingers. The pump turned on and off every five minutes, which was just enough to swell the sizeable nub, but not enough to make it numb. After half an hour of having both holes stuffed and her nipples pumped, Daisy was nearly insane with arousal.

This would have been enough, but her father had been kind enough to leave her with several videos. To Daisy’s horror, they were videos of her. In the first, she was lying on a reclining chair in the bright sunshine, but there was a naked woman on top of her. The camera angle took in only her bottom half, her legs spread indecently by a girl on either side of her. Another girl held a broom and was angling the handle towards Daisy’s bottom. She cringed as she watched the handle disappear between her cheeks. The girl seemed to push a decent length into her ass before she pulled it back out and plunged it back in again, fucking Daisy soundly. The girl atop her said something over her shoulder, and in a moment, a second broom handle was being eased into her exposed asshole. The burdur seks hikayeleri camera zoomed in to view the defilement of both girls close up. Daisy couldn’t stop staring at the way her ass swallowed the insertion, taking it the way a porn star might. She felt a little twinge of pride, followed by a surge of unexpected lust.

Then, the scene changed. This video was taken indoors in a dark room. The camera hovered a mere foot from Daisy’s ass (she was beginning to recognize it now) as a finger plunged in and out of her tight sphincter. Then, to Daisy’s horror, the mini toy basketball she had been shown later that evening was held up and pressed between her cheeks. She gritted her teeth as she watched her own anus slowly give way to the massive intrusion, opening wider and wider. Just when it seemed like she wouldn’t be able to take it, the ball slipped inside her. It sat just inside her sphincter, holding her open for a moment before it seemed to vanish inside her body, allowing her asshole to close. The next ball entered a little more easily, taking advantage of her loosened hole. This time, it didn’t simply slide inside. Instead, it held her anus open, which allowed the next ball even better access. When the third ball was stuffed into her ass, someone thrust what looked like an eggplant into Daisy’s drooling pussy. The object continued to fuck her as three more balls were crammed mercilessly into her tiny body, stuffing her bowels. Her anus closed only after several fingers reached in and pushed the balls further into her ass, and even then, the hole closed reluctantly and remaining noticeably slack.

Daisy was red with embarrassment. These strangers had observed this disgusting treatment of her body-better yet, one of them had done it to her! The sounds coming from her pussy disgusted her, although with the sheer volume of liquid dribbling and oozing from her cunt, she wasn’t surprised. The eggplant was still fucking her when suddenly Daisy saw her anus dialate. She gasped as it yawned wider and wider, distended outward as the balls inside her strained to escape. The neon orange of the object inside her in contrast to her lightly tanned skin was bizarre, almost sideshow-like. Daisy heard the reaction from the guests as the first ball forced its way out of her, then the next, then pop, pop, pop, pop, one after the other, she shit out the enormous objects in quick succession. Her pussy seemed to squirt as she did so, and Daisy had a vague memory of cumming violently as the balls were expelled from her bottom.

Funnily enough, the humiliation Daisy felt from watching her own degradation was not enough to quell her own intense arousal. She knew she was sloppy wet, not only in the video but in real life. She longed for the machine to speed up and pummel her pussy until she came. On the video in front of her, someone inserted the nozzle of a can of whipped cream into her gaping asshole and began to dispense the white stuff. They filled her so full that a little twist of cream extended out of her open hole. Eventually her anus closed around the little white tail, trapping most of it inside her and leaving a little dollop on the red pucker of flesh. Eventually she was instructed to expell the cream, and Daisy watched as her own anus distended outwards before it suddenly opened, spewing white goo in several large bursts. Each fluttering queef sent bits of cream splattering and flying. One of the men leaned down and licked her asshole clean.

Then the video changed to a side shot of her body. Daisy could see the tube leading out from her ass and knew she was taking an enema, which contributed to the size of the belly that hung beneath her. Even with that knowledge, Daisy felt humiliated. Her body would look like that soon, distended and unnatural. In the video, she looked 7 months pregnant.

The video finished with a montage of brief clips. Daisy’s asshole, spewing the enema several feet behind her. A point-of-view shot of a cock pissing in her hair. An image from behind and above Daisy’s head as she suckled from two full, fake tits; then, burying her face in a pussy coated in whipped cream. Piss squirting helplessly from Daisy’s unmistakeable pussy; a closeup of another pussy pissing on Daisy’s face. Then several shots from home: the doorknob, disappearing almost magically into her own swollen cunt. Her ass, bouncing merrily above a pussy impaled by yet another enormous object. A closeup of Daisy’s nipple inside the cylinder, distending with every pump and squirting thick streams of milk.

By the end of the video, Daisy was extremely aroused. She couldn’t reach her clit, and the toy inside her pussy was moving so slowly it only frustrated her more. Desperately, she thrust backward onto the fat dildo. It slammed into her pussy so hard she let out a groan of pleasure and began to hump backwards faster and faster. The cowbell around her neck rang out as it jostled against her swinging, bouncing teats, and Daisy could feel the slap of the cow’s tail as her ass gyrated back and forth. She knew she was cumming before she felt the splatter of juice on her inner thighs. Her screams drowned out the sucking, slurping sounds of the toy as it continued to force its way into her cunt, long after she stopped fucking it.

Daisy knelt on the carpeted floor, panting with exhaustion and feeling somewhat relieved. Her body was still being manipulated by various pumps and insertions, and she was still fitted with those humiliating accessories, but her orgasm had at least taken some of the edge off. She was still breathing hard when her father came down the stairs.

–

“Good little cow,” Tom said as he knelt beside his daughter. He hadn’t seen her orgasm, but he had heard it, and he saw her face and neck flushed with the effort. He recognized the slight swelling of her lips as well when she looked up at him, and a brightness in her eyes that only came after a orgasm. He stroked her hair affectionately, taking in the sight of her. She looked beautiful with her tits bulging out of the holes in her top, nipples distending rhymthically into the cylinders. Her backside was even more lovely, with the mound of her pussy all red and swollen from arousal and constant penetration and, above it, the cow’s tail protruding from those lovely round cheeks. Her clit was long and purple, and when he pulled off the cylinder, it only shrunk a little. Tom wanted to suck that fat nub into his mouth and tickle it with his tongue until his daughter came all over his face, but there would be time enough for that later.

He unhooked her teats from the pump, and stopped the fucking machine, removing the large dildo from Daisy’s sloppy pussy. She gaped a little, and he peered inside, even using his fingers to pry her open a bit wider. She groaned and thrust her ass higher in the air. Tom smiled. “Make that pussy fart,” he instructed her, and he watched as she clenched her muscles, trying to push the air out of her cunt. She was so loose it only made a soft, airy sound, so Tom waited until her pussy had closed. “There you go, you little slut,” he said, stroking her fat lips. “Make that nasty cunt queef.”

Daisy pushed once again, and Tom felt her pussy lips quiver and flutter as the air was forced out. He watched her face turn beat red, but he patted her twat and said soothingly, “Good girl. That’s just what I wanted. Good girl.”

Tom helped his daughter to her feet. She was a bit sore from being in the same position so long, so he let her stretch a little before ordering her upstairs. He had intentionally left the plug inside her ass, enjoying the way it swung back and forth, slapping her cheeks lightly with each step. He followed her, of course, enjoying the view of her pussy as it peeked out at him from between her thighs. His cock was rock hard, and he nearly took her right there on the stairs.

He managed to make it to his bedroom upstairs before he ordered her onto her knees in front of him. Daisy obeyed, and did not hesitate to open her mouth when he pushed the head of his cock crudely against her lips. She looked up at him, wide-eyed, as he thrust into her mouth and down her throat. One, two, three thrusts, and then she gagged, coating his shaft with her saliva. “Good girl,” he murmured, stroking her head, as he fucked her mouth again. She was so lovely, so innocent and willing and pliant, that he longed to fill her mouth, or perhaps her throat, with cum.

But Tom didn’t want to finish just yet. Abruptly he slid his cock out and ordered her onto the bed. “Get up onto the bed post,” he told her, and Daisy obeyed. Her fat pussy bulged out around the round knob, but there wasn’t much resistance after taking that huge dildo all morning. She began to slide down onto the knob, her labia spreading wider and wider. Daisy moaned.

“Tell me how it feels,” Tom said suddenly.

She grunted. “Oh, Dad, it feels like…it feels like I’m being torn in half. But it also feels good, like this thing belongs inside me. It feels like my pussy was meant to be filled like this, like it should be stuffed like this all the time.” She was breathing hard.

Tom reached down with a wet thumb and stroked her stiff, swollen clit. Daisy yelped. “Oh Dad,” she moaned, and the words were like music to Tom’s ears. “That feels so weird, but so…god, it’s so erotic. Oh god, it’s going in. Oh, I’m so full…”

He watched as she slipped down another inch, and the knob settled inside her. There was a slight bulge beneath the larger bulge of her pregnant stomach, and the sight of it made Tom even harder. He knelt down on the floor beside the bed and sucked on her clit the way he’d wanted to earlier, running one hand over her pelvis, feeling the hard protrusion of the bedknob inside her pussy, while he used the other to stroke and squeeze the flesh of her labia.

Suddenly Daisy screamed. Tom thought she was cumming, and he sucked and licked her harder. “Cum for me, baby,” he said, her clit still in his mouth. But Daisy went on screaming, and she wasn’t squirting or even spasming like she always did. Her screams didn’t really even sound like the ones she made when she was cumming. She sounded…horrified.

Tom turned. Standing in the bedroom doorway was his wife.

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Walking into the bathroom, I did not realize you were right behind me. I turned and jumped as I saw you standing there, looking hot as hell. You look up and down my body, making me wet with that look. I move to take off my pants to pee.

‘No, wait a minute.’ As you remove your pants, then reach down and completely remove mine as I am sitting on the toilet. You stand me up and sit down backwards, facing the wall, then pull me down to straddle over you. Opening my pussy you place your cock against me.

‘Now.’ You say as we both start peeing. Both moaning, feeling the sensations of both getting wet. Your cock swells as we continue. My pussy gets more wet, more turned on.

‘Okay stop.’ We both stop peeing together. You take your cock and start slapping my pussy with it. Making me so wet, and making you even harder. You slap more and harder against my pussy. I reach for your cock and you stop my hands.

‘I have to finish peeing.’ I demand.

‘No, you have to wait, just a little longer.’ As you continue to slap my pussy with your cock.

‘Mmmm, you are so wet now.’ You back off the toilet, and rub your finger along my pussy. I lean back and moan. You move my legs wider apart and pull my hips towards you. You begin sucking on my clit, as I grab the sides of the toilet to hang on. You bring my hips up and continue to suck and probe with your tongue.

‘Okay, bitlis seks hikayeleri pee now baby, fill my mouth.’ I can’t stop myself. I start peeing and I cum hard. You can feel it and place two fingers into me as I cum and pee. You rub my G spot hard, making me ride you harder and faster as I continue to cum. As I finish peeing, you suck it all out of me.

You make me scream and squirm. You pull back looking at me smiling. You wipe your face on my inside thigh. I look at you, you’re not too sure you like this look. I push you back onto the floor, flat on your back. I slowly crawl up your body, licking at your cock as I pass by. I position myself so a knee is on each side of your head.

‘Suck me now, baby.’ As I push my pussy into your face. Your mouth opens and responds.

‘Look at me, baby.’ I demand, as you eat me, your eyes locked to mine as I cum hard and strong. Filling your mouth with my juices. Pushing a finger into me from each side. Probing, rubbing, I squirt. You feel it as your eyes get bigger, then you devour my clit and pussy whole.

I pull back off of you, fall to the side, breathing heavy.

‘You know I never did finish peeing.’ You look at me as you say this, like I’m suppose to move. I look at your cock. It’s swollen so big and purplish, like it’s holding its breath. I touch it and you groan loud.

‘Get up.’ Reaching for me to help me up, I now see the same feral look in your face. I stagger as I stand next to you. I lay a hand on your cock. You stop me and turn me around. Backing up we both sit on the toilet. You position yourself under me, so your cock comes up from under my pussy.

I open my pussy lips and place your cock into them, as you move up and down the length of my pussy, letting my juices coat your cock. Slowly you start to pee, dribbling down and over my pussy and your cock together. We both lean into each other and moan with pleasure.

I grasp your cock and bend it, to slide inside my tight, very wet pussy. Leaning forward I start riding you. You reach up under my shirt and push my bra up, then grab my tits and rub my nipples between your fingers, pinching them. I ride your cock faster.

‘Ahhhh.’ I moan, as you pull a hand down and slap my ass as I cum. Making my pussy clench onto your cock. I reach down and start stroking the base of your cock as I go up and down, squeezing you hard, with my pussy and hands.

Suddenly you stand up, pushing me forward and off of you. Yanking my top and bra off, you turn me around and start sucking my tits, hard. You take two fingers and slide them into me, tantalizing my g spot, rubbing it incessantly, building me on another cum that doesn’t stop.

‘I am so going to fuck you hard, baby. Deep and hard. Going to make you squirt again, then I’m going to lick you clean. And do it all over again.’ You keep talking to me, telling me as I get hotter and hotter. Breathing heavier, moaning, squirming.

‘Just fuck me.’ As I pull your head up to me and kiss you desperately. I break off , turn and close the lid.

I bend over the toilet and look over my shoulder at you. Wiggling my ass. You smile as you kneel behind me. Putting your fingers in again, rubbing me, I move and squirm with your hand. Pulling your hand out, you slam your cock into me deep and hard.

Reaching for my hair you pull me back, arching my back as you move out to your tip, so my juices flow out, then slam into me again, again and again. Each time you thrust in deep, you slap my ass, making me clench on your cock harder.

You reach down and add your finger into my pussy with your cock and rub my g spot. I cum undone. I squirt everywhere. You have me pinned. I can barely move. Screaming and moaning as the ecstasy carries me away.

You pound into my pussy, removing your finger as you cum, harder than you have before. Riding the pleasure with me. Screaming as I grab your balls, pull and squeeze as you cum. Rubbing under your balls, hard. Extending your cum.

Breathing so heavy, we can’t move. When you pull back, your legs no longer support you, as they no longer support mine. Falling to the floor, we lay on there, panting. When we suddenly realize, we are at a friend’s house.

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Jacob and Sam were on a long car ride home after the holidays. They had been at Jacob’s mother’s place over Labour Day weekend and were heading back to their apartment for the start of school the next day.

Jacob and Sam had shared a dorm room in first year. They had been inseparable since then and once the year was done had decided to rent an apartment together. 3 years later they still shared that apartment together. While they swore they were just friends other people had their doubts, and the roommates were about to find out why.

After their traditional stop at the PetroCan station about half way home to fill up on gas and buy snacks the boys ran into traffic. Slowly crawling their way steadily home Jacob was enjoying his blue raspberry Big Gulp and munching on coffee beans to stay awake.

“You should slow down. We’re a long way from a bathroom and who knows how long we’ll be stuck in this traffic.” Sam warned Jake.

“You worry to much. I’ve got a bladder of steal. Besides I can always pull over and piss in a field,” Jacob reassured him.

Well an hour and a half later of painfully slow traffic the boys found themselves stuck in the middle of a long, under water, tunnel when the traffic officially stopped moving.

“Fuck” Jake swore.

“It’s not that bad, we’ll get home eventually. In the mean time I’ll plug in my iPod since there’s no radio down here” Sam reassured him.

“It’s not that. Don’t laugh but I really have to pee” Jacob said, clearly uncomfortable.

“Oh, well I told you not to drink your slushie so fast.”

“Geeze thanks, it wouldn’t bolu seks hikayeleri be so bad if you hadn’t gotten bored and punched it full of holes. At least I could have pissed in the cup if it was hole.”

“Whoops” Sam chuckled.

The traffic slowly started pulling forward. Then stopped again.

“Fuck, I can’t hold it like this.” Jacob said.

Sam thought silently for a moment. “Well, I’d be okay if you whipped it out if pinching your dick would help.”

“You sure?” Jake said already reaching for his button and fly.

“Yea, I mean whatever we just won’t talk about it later.”

“Of course, of course. Thanks dude.” Jake said noticeably relieved now that he had a little more control over the situation.

After another few minutes of stop and go traffic Jacob began to squirm again. Then without think he began to stroke his cock. He knew once he was hard he’d be able to hold his piss better and beyond that he wasn’t thinking of much.

Up until this point Sam had been trying very hard to look out the window and not at his friends dick. It was hard though as Jacob was especially well endowed. Once Jake started getting hard though Sam found that task impossible.

Sitting there with his 10 inch cock fully erect, stroking it without shame Sam found himself drawn to Jacob. Without thinking he reached over and cupped Jacob’s balls.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?” Jacob yelled, startled back to reality.

“Well I figured I’d help. Since you should have two hands on the wheel anyways” Sam said shyly.

Heart racing and desperate Jacob nodded curtly and tried to turn his attention back to the road. In the distance he could see the end of the tunnel. But with traffic crawling around him a distance that should have taken seconds was looking like it would take hours.

He relaxed back into his seat and turned up the heat. The cold air in the car was only making him have to pee more and he figured he might as well enjoy the handy he was getting as best as possible, even if it was being given from a dude.

Jacob meant to pretend that there was some hot chick stroking is dick but, much to his surprise, he couldn’t turn his mind away from Sam. He began imagining fucking Sam, plunging his cock deep inside while tugging on Sam’s dick as the both came in unison.

It was this thought that began pushing Jacob over the edge.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I think I’m gonna cum” Jake stammered frantically.

“We have napkins, just let it happen” Sam said as he continued playing with Jake’s cock n’ balls. He was quite hard himself at this point and pulled down his shorts to let the vents blow warm air over his cock.

“No! You don’t understand. If I come I don’t think I’ll be able to stop” Jacob pleaded, “I’ll just end up pissing everywhere.”

“I know, I want you too.” Sam stated, much to his own surprise.

Just then traffic started moving again and the sense of relief of almost being free distract Jacob just enough that he began to cum.

With a couple of long hard strokes Sam forced long, thick ropes out of Jacob’s monstrous cock. They landed with an audible thud upon the steering wheel. Then, as promised, jets of urine began spray out of Jacob’s cock. They sprayed in every direction all over the car and Jacob’s pants and shoes.

“Fuck” Jacob moaned both in relief and exasperation as was of relief flooded his body as streams of hot liquid shot out of his huge cock. Traffic had let up but there was no stopping now. Jacob grabbed his cock again and desperately aimed it at the floor, soaking the mat. Having left the tunnel and once again travelling at high way speed there was little Jacob could do but let it happen while he tried to focus on the road.

Sam in the mean time had undone his seat belt and knelt on the seat. He was facing Jacob watching his cock stream urine all over the place. Sam was tugging full force, with both hands on his own cock. With a deep moan he felt his own orgasm wash over him as his cum joined Jacob’s on the steering wheel. He too than began pissing on the floor at Jacob’s feet.

Sam had been so busy jerking of Jacob that he hadn’t even noticed his own need to urinate. There was no denying it now though as both boys sat there pissing on the floor. Shaking from relief and pleasure, in full view of passing cars.

Once done Sam sat back down, put his cock away, and buckled up. Jacob left his cock out and rolled down the window to air out the car and shock himself back to reality.

“Well, I’m not saying I want to do it twice but that was the best hand job I’ve ever had” Jacob said peering over at Sam.

Sam just reached over and began playing with Jacob’s cock trying to get it hard again. “We can still have fun without all the extra dramatics” Sam said smiling to himself. He saw fun times head. He quite liked the idea of being roommates and fuck buddies.

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My wife had gone out of town to visit her mother for the week. It was summer so our usual babysitter, Jennifer, was home from college and could watch them until I got home. We had used her for many years and I had watched your grow up. Now that she has turned 18 she was become totally hot.

She was very tall, 6’1″ and thin. Her ass was beautifully shaped and her tits had grown to what I would guess to be a sexy D cup. Regardless of her cup size, her tits her huge and beautiful. They were perfectly shaped and defied gravity.

Her hair was long and straight. Its color was the same as her eyes, brown; eyes that you could look into all night long. Needless to say I was counting the days until she turned 18. Why I did this I have no rational clue. As if when she was legal she would throw herself at me and beg me to take her.

When she finally reached that magical age of consent I would surreptitiously take pictures of her in her tight sexy clothes. The pictures centered mostly on her tits and ass. One day she came over with her hair up in pigtails. It looked very hot and innocent. I took lots of pictures of those pigtails.

Occasionally, I would take legitimate pictures of her to explain why I had a camera out and was snapping pictures. I would then download them onto my computer so I could leer at her sexy body. This went on for the two months leading up to my wife’s week long getaway.

A couple of days before my wife was scheduled to left she asked Jennifer to come over to the house to go over instructions and the regular weekly routine. When Jennifer stepped into the house my mouth fell open as I gazed at her, oblivious to any and every thing else. She was wearing one of my fantasy outfits. It was a thin cotton tank top / wife beater that was at least two sizes too small. It came down above her belly button and the material strained against her tits. She was wearing no bra and you could see the outline of her areola. Her movements made the material of her tank top rub against her tits. Her nipples were starting to show the early signs of hardening.

In addition to her tank top she was wearing a pair of cut off jeans. They, too, were very ill fitting, thank God. She had cut them off unbelievably short. From the front they snuggly pressed against her young pussy. You could see the lips of her pussy on either side of the seam. She flashed me her sweet little smile as she passed. I told the ladies I had some work to do in the back of the house; run get my camera, and excused myself.

As I walked down the hallway I heard a set of keys fall to the floor. I turned toward the noise in time to see Jennifer bend over to pick them. Her shorts showed just a little bit of her beautiful ass. But when she bent down her shorts exposed more and more of her glorious ass. I wanted to run to her, throw her to the ground and fuck her brains out right there in front of my wife.

I hurried back and retrieved my camera, quickly reappearing in the den. I took a seat in my chair. I was waiting for an opportunity to snap a picture of her. I knew it would be impossible but more than that it was stupidly dangerous. There is no way I could take a picture of her in that outfit without being caught. At the very least, someone would spot the camera.

I sat there for what seemed like an eternity. My heart was pounding in my chest. I don’t know how they couldn’t hear it. I felt like I was noticeably sweating. This was stupid, I would never get a picture but I held out all hope.

Over and over again I wanted to take her picture but I couldn’t get the shot. She would stand up, bend over or stretch. Each movement would accentuate a part of her body; legs, ass, tits, pussy. I was going crazy. My dick was as hard as a telephone pole and it felt as big.

Then just as I was about to give up hope my wife went into the kitchen. Jennifer followed her and stopped in the doorway. They where there talking for awhile, going over things in the kitchen when Jennifer bent over. This was it. I had a perfect shot of her ass and I jumped at the chance.

Jennifer straightens up and my wife’s hand appeared from inside the kitchen with a key to our house. Jennifer took it and walked over to her purse. She leaned forward. As she did her tits were pulled toward the floor. I got another picture of the top of her tits and her incredible cleavage.

I quickly jumped up, wanting to get out of there before I was caught with the camera. I hurried back to my bedroom and downloaded the pictures into my files of her. I spent the next two days reliving that experience. I would get hornier and hornier thinking about them. I wanted to look at the pictures but my wife was always around. I was going crazy with anticipation.

My wife finally left Sunday. I spent all night Sunday looking at her pictures. Most of the time I was looking at her pigtail photos and that outfit she had wore just days before. I couldn’t take it any longer. I printed out three pictures. One of her beautiful face, smiling with those pigtails. bingöl seks hikayeleri One of her ass in the cut off shorts. The last one was of her tits in the tank top.

That night I looked at those pictures in bed and jerked off all over them. It was an incredible load. I was so horny from looking at those pictures that I shot three thick streams of cum. Feeling very satisfied, I rolled over and fell into a deep restful sleep.

I woke the next morning to the sounds of Jennifer coming in the house. I hadn’t set the alarm nor had I cleaned up from the night before. I quickly put her pictures in the night side stand where we keep our toys and pulled on some pajama bottoms. My dick was hard from the usually morning hard on. I stuck my head out of the bedroom and explained I had over slept. I turned to get ready for work, hoping she wouldn’t see my dick but she seemed to linger in the hallway just a little longer than usual.

As I left the house she flashed me her sweet smile. All day long I was thinking about Jennifer and how I would love to feel her lips wrapped around my dick, rub my dick over her ass and bury it deep in her sweet pussy. I left work early wanting to get home fast to see her.

When I got there her mood was even sweater and more flirty. This seemed a little odd but I loved the attention.

That night I crawled into bed and pulled out the cum stained pictures of Jennifer along with our bottle of lube. I slowly stroked and teased my dick while I gazed at the pictures imagining what I would like to do to her until I shot another huge load all over her images. This time I put the pictures away and set the alarm.

This went on day after day. The same routine of a glimpse of her in the morning followed by constant thought of her all day long. Then returning home horny to ogle her for the time I had left. Again, she seemed a little more flirty and forward, almost to the point of being horny.

At night I would pull her pictures out and jerk my dick until every drop of cum was drained from my dick all over her face, tits, ass and pussy.

Friday finally had come. I wasn’t looking forward to Jennifer leaving. I had enjoyed the company of a young beautiful woman that made my dick hard every time I saw her.

I was about finished getting ready for work when Jennifer showed up. Speechless doesn’t begin to describe my reaction when I saw her. She had her long beautiful brown hair in pigtails. She was wearing the same thin white tank top and tight cut off jeans she had on a week earlier.

I just stood there staring at her, not saying a word. She snapped me out of my trance by asking me if there was something wrong. I replied that everything was fine.

Jennifer asked again “are you sure nothing’s wrong?”

“You just were standing there looking at me.”

“What’s wrong,” she continued, “don’t you like my outfit?”

Knowing I had been busted I tried to play it off as nothing special. “No, no everything’s fine.” Everything was fine except my dick was about to rip my pants. “You look just fine.”

She started to explain why she was dressed like that. “I was going to wash my car today and this is my car washing clothes.” Ok so now I know she is going to get her tank top soaking wet and her nipples would be hard and she would be showing everything.

This was more than I could take. I had to go back to my bedroom and stroke my dick for some relief. I knew I couldn’t make it through the day without getting rid of this load she just made. I got to my room and pulled my dick out and started stroking it.

I was just about to cum when I heard Jennifer clear her throat. I looked up and saw her in the reflection of the dressing mirror that was in my room. She had been standing there the whole time watching me jerk off. I quickly put my dick back in my pants only to have some cum leak out of my dick and into my pants. She was staring me right in the eye. She giggled, turned around and walked away down the hall.

There wasn’t time to change clothes so I had to go to work with cum in my underwear. I started toward the door. When I met Jennifer in the kitchen she was eating a banana. She turned to wish me a nice day at work. But as she said this she looked me straight in the eye and I swear she caressed her tit. She then looked right at my dick and started to laugh tauntingly.

She knew she was getting to me. She knew I was jacking off to her and she loved every minute of it. I hoped I was imagining it so I asked her what she was laughing about. As I asked her she slid the banana in her mouth like she was sucking cock. She slowly pulled it out of her mouth and said “oh nothing really.”

“I was just thinking of a little something that happened a while ago.”

“Do you want some?” she asked as she gestured toward me with the banana.

“No thank you,” I said. “Really, what were you laughing about?”

“Oh, I was just thinking about an old boyfriend.” She slid the cock-like banana back into her mouth and out again. This made my dick ache even more. “He would do anything I wanted.” One time I even got him to ……” She stopped there. “Don’t you need to get to work?” She then teasingly laughed again and told me she “hoped my day wouldn’t be too hard.”

But the day was very hard, because of my dick. The phone rang in my office. I picked up the receiver and heard a sucking sound on the other end of the line followed by a pop. “Hello?’ I said. “Oh, hi.”

“I didn’t realize you had answered.”

“What was that noise, Jennifer?”

“Oh, I was just sucking on a popsicle.”

“It’s yummy.”

“I wish you were here, you’d love it.” She slid the Popsicle back into her mouth and moan softly. “Why are you calling Jennifer,” I asked?

“Well, you seemed uptight when you left this morning.”

“I just wanted to check and make sure everything was ok with you.” I assured her I was fine and there was nothing to worry about. She continued to noisily suck her Popsicle. I could imagine what it looked like and how it would feel if it were my dick instead of the Popsicle.

“That’s good,” she said. “I wouldn’t want you to have to pull your little dick out at the office and stroke it without me.” She laughed teasingly and hung up the phone before I could say anything.

I started to melt. My dick got even harder than before the call, if that was possible. Then a wave of embarrassment washed over me. She said it out loud. I knew that she saw me this morning but I was in denial, hoping it wasn’t so. But she slapped me right in the face with it. Not only did she see my stroking my dick but she also saw how little my dick was and she was mocking me.

Somehow this humiliation made me even more excited. My nuts were full of cum and I needed a release quick. My hand involuntarily found its way around my dick and I began unconsciously stroking my dick through my pants. I was too far gone. I couldn’t make it without emptying this load of cum right now.

I got up and went to the bathroom but both stalls were full and someone was at the urinal. Not that I would jerk off in the urinal but I was so horny I didn’t know what I was capable of doing. I washed my hands and left.

I felt like every woman I passed by noticed I had a hard on; every smile was really a stifled laugh. I made it back to my office. I clicked on the waiting e-mail. It was from my home address. The subject line was “Bad Boy”

Jennifer had written “I found these naughty pictures on your computer.”

“What would your little wifey say if she knew about these?”

“Would she understand or would she be very very angry?”

“I have one other question for you.”

“Does this make your little dick hard?”

“I bet it does.” I opened the attachment. She attached the picture of her bending over in the cut off shorts. I was so humiliated but my dick was so hard.

A few minutes later I receive another e-mail. “I haven’t heard from you.”

“Is something wrong?”

“Maybe you didn’t like the picture I sent you.”

“Since you seem to like what I’m wearing today I hope you’ll like this one better.”

“Hehehehe!” I was almost afraid to open the attachment. But I knew it had to be the picture of her bending over showing her tits.

I opened the attachment and it wasn’t what I was expecting. She had taken a picture of herself. She had found my wife’s toy cock. It looks just like a real cock but it is 8 inches long. She was looking directly in to the camera as if she was looking at me and she had every inch of that cock in her mouth.

The phone rang. It was Jennifer. “Did you get my picture?”

“Yes I did,” I replied. She could hear the weakness of my voice. “Yeah, but did you like it?”

“I bet you want me to suck your cock just like that.”

“Yes I do.”

“Well then you’re going to have to show me you deserve to have me……suck…. your…. Dick.”

“Anything, I’ll do anything.” She must have liked my answer because she said “aren’t you the horny little boy?”

“Yes you will do anything and everything I say if you want to feel my lips wrapped around your sweaty little dick”

“The FIRST thing I want you to do is pull your dick out and start stroking it, nice and slow.”

“Don’t go too fast, just barely touch it while you slowly stroke.”

“I can’t do that. People are around. I could get caught.”

“If you want my lips around you dick, you’ll do it for me, please.”

I can’t believe it but I started to unzip my pants. I pulled my dick out and started to slowly stroke it just like she wanted. As I began I couldn’t help but let out a long soft moan. From the other end of the phone I hear Jennifer say “that’s a good boy; it feels so good doesn’t it?”

“Yes Jennifer, you got me so horny I’ve needed to stroke my dick all day long.”

“Just like you did this morning?”

I was powerless. I had to admit it. “Yes” was all I could muster.

“Do you like to stroke your dick while thinking of me? Do you want to get your hands on me so badly that you just have to grab your dick and cum all over yourself?”

She was teasing me and bringing me closer to cumming. I knew she could hear it in my voice. “Yes I do.”

“That’s a good little stroker boy. Are you going to cum for me?”

“Yes,” I said. “I’m going to cum.”

“Then STOP,” she said. I immediately stopped stroking my dick. I was only two or three more strokes away from relief. She could hear my moans of frustration as I stopped. “That’s a good boy,” she continued. “Now you hurry up and finish work so you can come home.”

I finally finished the day and hurried home. There she stood waiting for me in her tank top and cut off jeans. She was slowly caressing her tits. Her hands made there way down to the seam of her jeans and she gently traced her pussy lips. “So you’ve been waiting for this all day long haven’t you?”

“Yes, I have. Please I need release.”

“Good, go to your room, take off all your clothes and lie on the bed and wait for me.” I did as she instructed. I was in the bed naked for an eternity before she showed up. She seductively entered the room dangling a pair of handcuff from her finger. Without saying a word she cuffed my hands over my head and over the head board. I was totally at her mercy.

She climbed on the bed fully clothed and sat on my dick. She slowly began riding my dick. Her jeans were rubbing against my dick. It was rough and hurt a little but I didn’t care. I needed to cum. She rode me until cum was leaking out of my dick. Then she climbed off and sat next to me and gently took my dick in her hand.

That’s when things turned for the worst. As she stroked my dick she said “you don’t think I’m going to fuck this little thing? Don’t you have a man sized cock?” She started seductively laughing. “I want a real dick. Like this one” In walked one of her friends. He was naked. His dick was huge; and then another and another came in. There I was tied to the bed naked with my dick fully erect and Jennifer laughing at me.

She started stroking my dick and talked to her friends “look at this little dick and he thinks I’m going to make it cum? Well, he’s very wrong about that. I want a fat dick.” With that she grabbed a dick and guided it in to her mouth. By the moans she made she thoroughly enjoyed it. She was almost whimpering on his dick.

“You promised me you would let me cum if I did want you wanted.” She slid his dick out of her mouth, turned and looked at me and said “you’re right. If you do everything I say you will get to cum. But I found these pictures in your night stand. Is this what you think of me? Is this what you want to do to me? I found these Monday and there was a little stain. Then on Tuesday there was more. Every day more and more of your cum appeared on my face, chest and ass. How do you explain that?”

I told her that she was so sexy that everyday she made me cum. I couldn’t help from stroking my cock when I saw those wonderful pictures; thinking of her sucking my dick until it exploded. “Well if you love cocksucking so much then I’ll make your dreams come true.”

With that she took the cock she had been sucking and led it to MY mouth. “Here is your first job. Suck all these dicks starting with this one. Do it or you won’t cum.” I started to open my mouth. As I did she started laughing out loud. “Look he’s going to do it. He’s going to be a little cocksucker.” He pushed his cock into my mouth. Jennifer was still stroking my cock and now I had another man’s dick in my mouth. I was so horny I didn’t know what I was doing or thinking.

“Oh look at him. What a good little cocksucker his. You love sucking big dicks, don’t you?” I don’t know why I said it but I said “I do. I love to suck these big cocks.” They all gathered me and I started sucking all of them in turn. I said it because it was true. I couldn’t get enough cock in my mouth. The cocks I wasn’t sucking I stroked. Jennifer must have been right about me being a good cocksucker because in no time they each started twitching. Then in order all 5 cocks unleashed their juicy load all over my face. Load after load. I loved it. I wanted more.

She had turned me into a cock hungry whore just for the chance for her to make me cum. As the last load of cum hit my face it felt so good as if I were cumming too. As they each cleaned their cocks on my face Jennifer stood up and started to leave the room.

I asked her where she was going. She promised me. She said “I promised you I was make you cum, and you did.” I looked down and on my chest was a pool of my own cum. She made me cum alright but it was from sucking cock.

“I am going to have to have more fun with you.” She bent over and scooped up a big load of cum with her finger and fed it to me. “Ooouuu he likes this. Look how his little dick got hard all over again. Are you going to be my little cumslut; my cocksucking, cum drinking slut?

She merely laughed and walked away. One of her friends threw me the keys and they all walked out. What had just happened? What had I done? I didn’t know but I loved it while it was going on. I wonder what else she has in store for me.

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“I made this story after I was browsing on this site and noticed that there was nothing on cheerleader’s feet. I mean, that should be a given in my opinion. Cheerleaders are not only (stereotypically) hot, but they get a good workout and wear those shoes a lot. No such thing as too much feet, so I made it about not one, not two, but three cheerleaders that I knew that would make good foot teasers. Tell me what you thought of this by rating and commenting. Enjoy!”

*

Basketball season was underway at my high school. Of course, about the only thing that meant for me was making a few extra bucks by working concessions and cleaning up the stands after the game. I liked the money, but I really didn’t care about the games. I’ve never been the sporty time. About the only thing I loved was the awesome cheerleaders we had. I was a friendly guy, so I had no problem talking to them like lots of guys do. They always came to get food during the breaks and between men’s and women’s games. They all knew me by name, either from being in my classes or just getting to know me at the stand.

“Hey Danny, what’s up,” one of the cheerleaders was asking me. I snapped out of my day dreaming. I was at my stand right now, and the cheerleading captain, Lexi, was looking at me with a smile.

“Oh, hey Lexi, what’s it going to be?” I asked politely. She was easily my favorite cheerleader and the hottest. Lexi had long, curly brown hair that was currently tied back in bow. She had a very sexy dancer’s physique and some of the hottest hazel eyes and huge eyelashes. She had a very playful nature, but was also very nice and definitely not a whore.

“I need to snickers, a slice of pizza, and two vitamin waters please?” Lexi asked. I got her the stuff and charged her the amount. “Man, I’m starving! The teams are scoring like crazy, so we gotta be cheering a lot.”

“Oh, it must really suck that you are a cheerleader,” I replied sarcastically. She laughed, thanked me for the food and walked back to the gym. I was admiring her as she walked away. She was the definition of cute and fit well into her uniform. What I didn’t like was that the uniform itself is a tease. Tight enough to show their figure and bobs, low skirt, but their clit was covered well, and the white shoes that they wore. They must have the sweatiest feet and I need some relief. One of my dreams was to worship a cheerleaders pretty, sweaty, stinky feet from toe to the ball. I smiled to myself, there was no way in hell that would happen. I was just there food boy and I really didn’t want to be labelled a pervert.

However, there was this persistent rumor that I kept hearing about the cheerleaders. If both teams lost the their home games, the cheerleaders would take their disappointment out by “having a little fun.” As far as I knew, the last time that happened was two years ago. The guy I heard this rumor from said that the cheerleaders took one of the guy basketball players into their locker room and had an hot orgy with him. He apparently played better after that too. I almost couldn’t believe it though, especially now. Lexi wasn’t that kind of girl. Even at 18, she was very mature for her age. All the senior cheerleaders on the winter squad were 18 too, so I didn’t think it too likely. All I could do was dream about, after I was finished working. The women’s team had just lost, and people were flocking to the concession stand. “Well, maybe if the guys lose, I can find out for sure,” I thought to myself sarcastically. This was going to be a long shift.

It was pretty slow the rest of the night. The guys game was going on and very few people were getting up to get refreshments or snacks. I asked one of our few customers if everyone was glued to their chairs. He told me that the game was really close and that the two teams kept passing each other. No wonder it was so boring. Well, I got paid either way., so it didn’t matter to me. About an hour after that last customer, the floodgates opened as people shuffled out with angry looks on their faces, or at least people who lived here. The home team had lost because of two personal fouls by two different guys. According to a customer, it was “embarrassing and unsportsmanlike conduct” for our team. The place was empty soon after, as people don’t tend to stay around after a loss or buy stuff after the game. I closed shop and got ready for cleaning duty.

Cleaning duty isn’t as bad as you might think it would be. Honestly, all one does is pick up trash in the stands and put away some equipment. The janitor does the rest. What sucks about the job is the guy that I work with, Dakota. This guy is the biggest nerd and pervert I knew and he looked the part. He wore those silly hipster glasses, ginger hair, a really bad perm, bad acne and bad social skills all around. He was always talking about girls, either ones that he wanted to fuck or girls that he had supposedly fucked. These girls that he bragged about were always from other schools, so I doubted bilecik seks hikayeleri the validity of his stories. Today was no different, we were to clean up the place and he would pass the time talking.

This time, it was about a girl that was on the opposing school tonight. He said that he took her to the locker area for the students and she gave him “glorious head” as he put it. I knew he was pulling my leg though, seeing as the student areas were locked during games. We watched as two cheerleaders walked by, leaving the gym for home. Dakota gave them a look and I knew what he was thinking before he even said it.

“Where are they going you think? Both teams lost, so shouldn’t they be heading to the boys locker room to treat their losers? he said with envy.

“Come on man, you know that’s just a stupid rumor. Besides, I wouldn’t want to do anything for our team at this point,” I replied annoyed with his stupidity.

Dakota picked up a bottle of coke and looked over at me. “But wouldn’t it be awesome if they did and that was the case for the team?!” Then maybe we have a chance huh?” He threw the bottle in our recycling bag.

The thought had had already occurred to me though. It would be nice to think that a whole squad of cute girls would be happy to pleasure me. Then of course, there was the fact not all the squad was really that attractive. out of the 10 cheerleaders that performed on the winter guard, seven of them were cute and the other three were ugly. Winter guard was kind of second choice for people and the football team got the cutest girls. Lexi was forced to do both seasons as she was captain. Now she would be incredible. Her curvy body, goddess of a smile, her mouth around my cock, her feet in my mouth…oh boy did I need to stop.

Dakota kept talking about what he would do them the girls if he was chosen by them. I sniggered, knowing that in real life, he couldn’t talk to them and would run away from any of them if they tried to strike up a conversation. Some of what he did say was surprising what I wanted too.

“You know what I really wish I could have? One of their worn shoes,” Dakota said greedily. “I’ve always wanted Lexi shoes most of all. They must smell so good!” This was the part where he was actually making sense. I returned to my job and got to the upper row. It was nice not having anyone around really, but it was a bit too quiet. I heard Lexi and some of the other girls heading to the entrance, but I couldn’t see them from here.

I finished cleaning pretty quick and Dakota was wrapping up to. He was looking down at another cheerleader walking by, leaving the gym. She waved at me and told me have a good night. I waved back and smiled, not remembering what her name was. After she left, Dakota became excited.

“That’s the last cheerleader, now we can go into the cheerleader’s locker room!” he whispered. I was shocked to hear him say this. He was a pervert, but not exactly this much of an idiot.

“And what? There’s nothing in there now and you might get caught,” I said.

“Nah-uh, I’ve been watching the janitor for the past two years, he doesn’t clean in there until after we have left, all the girls are gone, and there’s no one else that goes in there are the game,” he replied stupidly.

“Ok, but what could compel you to go in there?” This was Dakota being dumb as usually, but he was being rather forward about it

“Lexi’s shoes of course, what else,” he replied, giving me a “that’s obvious” look.

I shook my head, still amazed at this stupidity. “Lexi will have locked the shoes up with her uniform.

Dakota smiled. “That’s where you’re wrong…she came out a few minutes ago in uggs with Sally and Kalyn. I’ve noticed that she has being doing that a lot lately and she comes back a while later to get them. She always takes them home.”

Now I was starting to think that Dakota might not be wrong. The only thing I could see with this problem would be if Lexi came back while he was still in there. However, the locker room had to ways in or out. There was the entrance by the hallway to school entrance. Then there was a exit that lead to the stairs on the right of the gym. “So, you’re gonna try it huh?” I asked seriously.

“Yeah, I’m gonna try it. Maybe I’ll even take the shoes too,” he smiled and I knew he was serious. I gave him a disapproving look. Stealing was a whole nother thing, He dismissed my concerning look though. “I’ll put them back before the next game, don’t worry.”

He went down the stairs and went to the entrance. He froze right in front of the door. I looked down confused. Was he spotted or was he just too chicken. He looked back up at me. Yep, he was too scared. I walked down to him, laughing to myself at how dumb he looked. His own plan and he couldn’t carry it out.

“I…I can’t do it Dan. I might be wrong and the girls will tell the principal…and I’ll get expelled!” He sure did look pathetic right now. He didn’t have a bad bone in his entire body. Then, something must have sparked in his mind. “Hey Dan….you know how you hate packing up equipment?” he asked.

I didn’t hate the job, but I wasn’t too keen on it. I asked him why. “Well….if you can get the shoes for me in there and bring them back….I’ll do the equipment for you tonight and give you my salary tonight.” My ears shot up, he was asking me to do his dirty work for him, the coward. Of course, the money and not having to do anymore work sounded appealing. I also was curious about Lexi’s shoes. I hadn’t told Dakota that I also had a foot fetish, so this worked out evenly.

“Ok, but if I get caught, I’m saying this was your idea,” I said with a blink. His face turned green, but he nodded. He went to work on getting the balls put away. Looking to make sure that no one was around the hall, I made for the locker room door. I opened it up quietly and listened for a few seconds to make sure that there really was no one in the room. I walked in on my tiptoes and went for the cheerleader’s section. I had a tornado drill during PE once and everyone had to go to this locker room to be safe, so I knew the area well enough. I felt like a ninja, walking around stealthily, looking for my target.

I found them on the bench in the middle of the lockers. I knew they were Lexi’s because of the size, seeing as Lexi’s feet weren’t that big. Her coat was also right next to it. I drew in closer carefully, expecting someone to jump right out and surprise me. I looked at the shoes and was delighted to see that she had stuffed her socks them. “Jackpot,” I thought to myself. I don’t think either Dakota or I would have ever expected that. I took the socks out of their respective shoes and gave them a strong sniff. I almost wet myself from the strong, fragrant aroma. Yep, they smelled like sweat and feet that were attached to Lexi’s godly body. They were soaked from overuse, but no holes or rips in them at all. After a couple more sniffs, I remembered that I was in here for the shoes. I took her right shoe and before I could sniff, there was a sound near the door. My heart sank, it was two girls giggling and walking in. Thinking quickly, I knew I could only get out the other way. I put down the shoes and socks and headed for the other exit. Unfortunately, I heard the second door open. I was trapped. I looked around for a quick place to hide. In a dark corner, I saw locker, large enough to fit me in. It was this or nothing, I knew. I got in quickly. but quietly and closed the door, praying that they didn’t look this way.

The two giggling girls came in first. It was two cheerleaders that Dakota said he saw earlier: Sally and Kalyn. Sally was a shorter girl with shoulder length dark hair and very skinny. She was Asian, but not very apparent as it seemed only her slight eyebrows bore resemblance to that. She had wide eyes, much like her companion. While Sally’s were brown-green, however, Kalyn’s eyes were blue. She was a gymnast and had a body like one. She had a more developed figure and had a slight, but cute overbite and long, light brownish hair that could be mistaken as blond. Both girls were in their cheerleading uniforms still.

“I can’t believe that he actually yells like a little girl,”Sally said, replying to something Kalyn had said. “Wait until Lexi hears about this.”

Both girls had good laugh at this. I noticed then they there was someone else coming. “I won’t believe what now dear?” Lexi walked into the room, a serious look on her face. Both girls stopped laughing and gave Lexi their full attention. Lexi folded her arms and said expectantly, “I’m waiting you two…what did you find out?”

Sally motioned Kalyn to speak first, Kalyn did the same for Sally. Both seemed flustered about something. Finally Kalyn gave up. “We went outside the men’s room to the vent and listened for a while. Coach was yelling at them like they all did something wrong. Told them all to go home and think about how they played tonight,” Kalyn paused for a second, looked at Lexi like she was expecting something to happen. She continued, “They all left…right after the meeting.”

Lexi didn’t look too pleased at first, but she relaxed. “You girls both know how the tradition works right? If both teams lose, we have to pay our…respects.” All three girls giggled this time at her comment.

“Oh boy,” I thought. “I guess there was some truth to what they said after all.” The girls sat down on the bench. I got my first good look at Lexi. She was still in her uniform, but had put on her longer pants and had uggs on, like Dakota had said. She had untied her hair and it was hanging free. She looked sexy as can be.

“So what are we gonna do now,” asked Sally.

“Well, I won’t be the captain that breaks tradition, so maybe another guy?” Lexi answered. “Any ideas?”

“Definitely not a janitor, that’s for sure,” said Kalyn. All three girls made a disgusted sound, then giggled again.

“Definitely not Dakota,” Sally chimed in. “I saw him checking me out when we were leaving the gym.” Another disgusted unison of noises. I made to hold my breath, as I was about to laugh.

“Well, that’s a given Sally,” Lexi answered still giggling. “A janitor is better. At least it wouldn’t be bad, seeing as we are all eighteen.” Lexi put her hand to her chin and seemed to be thinking. “How about Danny?”

Both Sally and Kalyn giggled, harder than before. “Danny is kinda cute,” said Kalyn. “He’s been so nice to us working the concession stand. He would deserve it.” Kalyn looked over at Sally, with a big grin on her face. “Sally would like it, wouldn’t you Sal?”

From what I could tell, Sally was blushing bright red. “Shut up Kalyn…he’s just really nice.”

“Ohhh! Does Miss Sally have a little crush on Danny,” Lexi asked teasingly. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of Sally. I think you two would be cute together.”

“Whatever…leave me alone,” Sally replied, turning her body away. So Sally had a crush on me then and now these girls were debating on whenever to do what they had planned for a lucky basketball player.

“So are you ok with sharing him Sally,” asked Kalyn. “Cause I think that’s not a bad idea at all.” Sally didn’t really answer, just shrugged while still turned away.

“Kalyn, go see if you can find our lucky boy,” said Lexi. “Tell him we have a problem in here and it we need his…..expertise.” Kalyn got up, faced towards my direction and stopped dead in her tracks. She saw me, I knew it. “Kalyn dear, what is wrong,” Lexi asked concerned.

“There’s someone in that locker Lexi!” she yelled. Lexi and Sally jumped up and looked for themselves. Lexi went for the locker and opened it up. She gasped when she saw me. Trapped now, I did the only thing I could do: I told her hi.

The other girls looked just as shocked as Lexi. Sally was now another shade darker of red. Lexi recovered first and put on a devious smile. “So, you were listening to us the whole time huh Danny Boy?” I couldn’t reply. Nothing came to me to say. Lexi’s smile grew and she gave me a hand. I took it and she pulled me out the cramped locker. Kalyn was eyeing me over, now over her shock as well. Sally wouldn’t look at me in eye. “Come to think of it,” Lexi said, my shoes and socks have been moved…was that you I wonder?” I sighed and fessed up what had been going on. Neither Kalyn or Lexi looked too pleased about Dakota. “That fucking little pervert….we should get him fired,” Lexi exclaimed. Then she looked over at me. “But first….we need to have a little fun.” I gulped a little, knowing this might not turn out as well as they originally planned.

“So you like feet, you dirty little boy?” Lexi asked as she sat back on the bench.. “Well, I’m not one to disappoint my fans…take off my boots.” I couldn’t convince myself to move to the bench. Kalyn snuck up from behind me and pushed me to floor before her feet. Lexi looked down at me, “Go on Danny, I know you want to.” I really couldn’t resist for long, so I took off her right boot. I slipped them off to reveal her beautiful, sweaty foot, wiggling its toes from being freed from the confines of her boots without socks. Her toes were painted red, although the paint was chipping off. “Good, now lick em! Lick em until I til you to stop!” Lexi pressed her foot in my face to prompt me. I took my tongue out and started licking like their was no tomorrow. “So sweaty,” I thought and I loved it. It was like a delicious flavor that I never tried before.

She pursed her lips and closed her eyes half way. I kept licking the soles, meanwhile, she took the other boot off and put the foot next to the other. I licked that one as well, getting them as wet with my saliva as I could. I went for the toes, but immediately got kicked away. “Did I say you could go for my toes, did I? Like the ball of my foot. It’s sore and needs your mouth. Not so reluctantly, I took ther ball of foot and stuck in it my mouth. I worked my tongue on the bottom and rang my lips across the top. She gave a slight moan, obviously liking the attention I was giving it. I repeated the process on the second foot. I got much of the same results as before. She seemed satisfied and took her foot away. I looked up expectantly, as I wanted her toes in my mouth now.

“I have a much better idea….Kalyn?” Lexi looked over her fellow cheerleader. Kalyn came over and positioned me on the bench. I was laying down on my back with my face looking up to the ceiling. Lexi slipped off her pants, got on the bench behind and gave Kalyn a nod. “Kalyn wants to join in our little fun…is that ok with you?” she asked. Before I could answer, Kalyn went for my pants and started unbuttoning them. She unzipped my jeans down and my cock flew out with gusto. “Looks likes someone needed that huh,” Kalyn asked teasingly. She spat on my cock, rubbed it onto the whole thing with her hands, bent over and took it in her mouth. At the same time Lexi took her toes and put them in my mouth. “As I promised,” she said, “but how much can you take at once?”

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Maddie opened the door and gave Dileep a long hug. Someone less sexually talented may have thrown up after smelling Madelyn’s armpit odor for that long, but Dileep’s penis hardened in his shorts to its full 9 inches. Madelyn smiled as she led him inside, feeling his consciousness flood back into her control because of his inhalation of her smell.

It was just 7 AM, meaning the girls had about an hour to have sex with their King before his girlfriend, Emily, would wake up (according to what Madelyn saw in Dileep’s memory about Emily’s usual sleep cycle). For now, Maddie didn’t want to raise any suspicions.

—-

“Ah. Ahhh. Ahhhhh. AHHHHH,” Olivia moaned as she came to an orgasm. Dileep had pinned her hands above her head while fucking her (bareback, of course), much to the liking of both girls. Madelyn smiled proudly, as she didn’t even need to hypnotically suggest anything for him to dominate; it was part of who he was! Before Dileep left, Maddie had him spend 5 minutes with his nose touching a moist armpit, just to make sure her hypnosis would last. Of course, this encounter would be erased from his memory hypnotically, to make sure bayburt seks hikayeleri not to give away her abilities.

After Dileep had left, Olivia and Maddie look at each other, first in the eyes, then down at each other’s cum-filled pussies. They were both thinking the same thing when they ran to the bedroom, rushed into a 69 position, and licked each other clean. No words were spoken, but they both knew this would become a tradition.

—

Dileep pulled into his driveway, got out of his car, and walked inside. Finishing Maddie’s hypnotic suggestion of going back to bed with Emily like he never left, Dileep found his way into the sheets next to his naked girlfriend, who was still sound asleep like a baby. Dileep didn’t realize, but at that moment, his memory of his visit to Madelyn to get another sniff hid itself in his mind.

Soon, Emily started to wake up. She had had a wet dream about a smaller and smellier girl seducing Dileep, and her pussy grew moist as she remembered it. Emily had a cuckqean fetish, but no one knew except for her! Emily thought about waking her boyfriend up with the usual blowjob, but she paused. What if she gave him an armpit job?

She took off her white shirt, and she noticed that there were clear pit stains in the fabric! Out of curiosity, Emily brought it to her nose and inhaled her natural smell. She was starting to like it.

she rubbed some of her left fingers into her right armpit, then brought them to Dileep’s nose while shaking him awake. As soon as his king opened his eyes, his dick hardened. Emily wrapped it in her armpit, and started to jerk it off. It seemed to get even longer and thicker as she did this. Before Dileep came, Emily mentally prepared herself to put the icing on the cake.

As he came, Emily caught his first two shots of cum in her right armpit, then quickly shifted to her left armpit to catch the next 3 or 4. She ended by using her dick as a deodorant stick to spread the semen throughout each armpit. From this unexpected stimulation, her boyfriend’s cock hardened quickly. Emily, as usual for the second round, stood up and did something alluring to get her boyfriend out of bed.

She raised her left arm and took a long, loud sniff. “I’m wearing some new armpit deodorant today, and it really brings out my genuine smell,” she told Dileep, and within seconds, he had rammed his penis deep into her pussy.

——

During class that day, Maddie noticed Emily had a particular smell. It seemed familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it until Emily raised her hand, revealing the thick, white, sticky substance in her armpits. Maddie was impressed and intrigued. She had never thought to use semen as deodorant before, but now she was going to do it every day.

“Hey, Em. How’s it going?” Maddie asked after class.

Emily smiled and made sure to expose an armpit as she responded. “I’m doing well. How about you?”

Madelyn got s strong whiff of her King’s semen mixed with his girlfriend’s body odor. She set her mind on hypnotizing Emily, which she knew wouldn’t be too difficult.

Madelyn started to sob and leaned into Emily’s armpit.

When asked what was wrong, she said the boys thought her armpits were too smelly for sex

“NO!” said Emily, a little too forcefully. She stopped herself before she talked about how her boyfriend had an armpit fetish and how she was developing one of her own.

“Could you smell them and let me know?” said Maddie, feigning innocence as Emily handed over her consciousness.

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John was nervous, his heart pounding and his mouth dry. When he left home the feelings had been more of excitement, but the journey over was long enough for him to think about what was about to happen, and for the nerves and adrenalin to start flowing. Phrases like “fuck” “fucking hell” and “what the fuck am I doing” had been muttered by him in the car, along with “oh my fucking God, this is crazy”. Colourful language was something he was fluent in.

He parked his car close to the address he had been given.

He sent a text which read simply, “I am here.”

Without waiting for a reply, he placed the phone in his pocket and walked over to the apartment. Looking under a plant pot by the door, he found a small bunch of keys, just as he had been told that he would. He moved over to the main entrance and tried the key in the lock. It fitted, and now John knew for certain that this was not a trick, or a scam. Walking inside, he made his way to the door of apartment number four, used the second key and opened the door. There was no turning back now.

The flat was smallish, but nice and tidy. Doors to the kitchen and living room were open, and both rooms were unoccupied. Loud dance music came from behind a closed door. Once John had opened the door and stepped inside he paused, drinking in the scene with his eyes. On the bed was a woman, on all fours, wearing only black high heel shoes and a skimpy black thong. Wild curly blonde hair cascaded from her head, covering her face, and as she writhed around, almost like she was dancing to the music, John could see that she was wearing a blindfold. Occasionally she let out small whimpers of excitement and anticipation as she moved. John wasn’t sure if she was aware of his presence, the music was so loud that she may well have been totally oblivious.

Everything was going as planned, but this was as far as their planning had gone. Although they had spoken on the phone and exchanged pictures, they had never met each other before. She wanted to be a slut for him. He wanted to fuck her, lick her, touch her, use her – she was going to be his anonymous lover.

He placed his sunglasses on the side and walked over to the bed. When he gently touched her back with his fingers, she let out a little scream, and he ran his hand over her back, across her firm bum. Moving her hair away from her neck, he leant forwards and kissed her. He could feel the smooth skin of her neck against his lips, could smell her scent as he breathed in. He kissed his way down her neck, across her shoulders, down to her bum, kissing, licking and occasionally gently biting her soft skin. She continued to move around underneath him, her excitement clear, occasionally uttering quiet words under her breath that John couldn’t quite hear.

His hands were also touching her, feeling her, moving across her body and gently teasing her. John climbed on the bed behind her and pulled her arse back against him. He still had his jeans on, but he knew she’d be able to feel the hardness of his cock as he pressed it into her. She pushed back hard and began to move her hips, rubbing her pussy and arse against him. He held her, one hand gripping her hip, while the other continued to caress the soft skin of her back and bum. He pulled away from her, and, keeping his hands on her hips, he knelt on the floor behind her. His face was level with her arse, and he gently blew on her before leaning batman seks hikayeleri closer and giving each cheek a playful, gentle bite. She let out a little squeal. He continued to bite her cheeks, then began to kiss and lick her, moving his mouth over the tiny red marks where he had just bitten her, then down onto her thighs, finally he pushed his mouth against her silk covered pussy, pushing his tongue out and forcing the fabric into her pussy slightly. He could smell the scent of her pussy and get the faintest of tastes of her through the material. The scent and taste made him want to fuck her there and then.

She slumped forwards, turning on to her side as she did so. Still blindfolded, she looked vulnerable, sexy, slutty and wanton. John pushed her gently and she rolled over onto her back, legs wide apart, knees up, available.

John climbed on to the bed, kissing his way along every inch of the smooth skin of her thighs. He spent time licking the soft delicate skin in the crease between her thighs and her pussy, knowing that she would be imagining him licking her. She placed her hands on the back of his shaved head, gently scratching him with her manicured nails. He went back to lick and biting her thighs and she let out a loud sigh, sitting up slightly, her hands desperately trying to guide John’s head back towards her pussy.

This time he was feeling slightly more generous, and pressed his tongue hard against the fabric, feeling her pussy open up to him as his tongue pressed into her. He could taste more of her now, her juices coming through the silk and onto his tongue. He pulled the panties to one side, then delicately his tongue danced across her pussy, from the bottom all the way up to her clit, then back and forth like this several times, until she tried to push his face against, tried to force him to lick her harder.

He pulled away from her pussy, forcing her to wait. Kissing his way across her stomach, his lips and tongue once more teased their way across her smooth body. Reaching her firm breasts, his mouth spent a few moments teasing her nipples, which were already stiff.

Moving further up her body, finally, his hard cock was pressed against her pussy once more. As she began to rub herself against him, he leant his head down towards her face. He had still not seen her eyes, but she looked beautiful and vulnerable, under his control for the moment at least.

She was startled when his lips touched hers, but quickly wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders, as their kisses moved from gentle to passionate, their tongues probing, with the occasional little bite of tongue or lips.

Suddenly, John lifted himself away, and she could hear a rustling sound as he hurriedly got undressed. This time when he got back on the bed and kissed his way up her body, his bare hard cock pressed against first her thigh, then against her pussy. Only the thin silk material separated them and he knew that she wanted him. He positioned it against her clit, her thong still acting as a last barrier between them, separating them, preventing contact between his cock and her pussy. He leant over to her and began to kiss her again. This time she distracted and it took a while before she returned his kisses – her breathing ragged against his face.

Before long, John sat back. Taking his cock in his hand, he began to wank himself, rubbing the end of his cock up and down her pussy, pressing it into her. His juices smeared across the black silk, tracing the path his cock had travelled. Suddenly he stood up, and left the room, leaving her alone on the bed for maybe 30 seconds or a minute. He knew she would be wondering where he had gone, and he hoped that she wouldn’t be worried that he had lost his courage, for he most certainly had no intention of quitting – he had gone to her kitchen to look for something that he wanted to tease her with.

When he returned, he teased her, running his hands across her body, barely touching her pussy despite her raising her hips to meet his hand – she was clearly desperate for his touch and her desperation was matched by his total desire for her.

He kissed his way up her body, each kiss resulting in a shiver across her body. When he reached he face he kissed her gently, then sat back and gently trickled ice cold water into her open mouth, then across her breasts, and finally onto her pussy. Each bit of cold water caused her to gasp as it hit her skin, and her hands gripped the bedsheets and her body writhed around in front of him.

He did this a few times more, trickling water across her body, and touching her all over, his fingers teasing her pussy, his mouth kissing her, sucking her nipples, gently biting her skin all over.

Finally, he moved down to her pussy, where his tongue teased her through her panties, then gently ever so gently traced a path across her pussy when he pulled them to one side. Occasionally he pushed in between her lips, tasting her juices, before moving back up her body to share the sweet taste of her sex in a kiss.

Moving back down her body, he knelt down between her legs. This time, instead of teasing her thighs, or licking her pussy through her panties, he pulled them to one side then forcefully pushed his tongue deep into her pussy. She let out a scream. She was wet, and he could taste her, feel her wetness in his mouth and across his lips. He wanted her to be able to taste herself, so he moved up and began to kiss. She responded to those kisses passionately, licking his lips, pushing her mouth hard against his. With one hand he teased her pussy as they kissed, then placed his finger against her mouth, allowing her access to her own juices. She bit then sucked his finger, tasting herself.

Three or four times John did this – licking her pussy, and then rubbing his cock against her, while he kissed her and teased her. Each time his cock was pressed more and more forcefully against her pussy, rubbing her clit, pushed between her lips, the end almost inside her. She finally could wait no longer and reached down with her hand, grabbing him, pulling him into her.

She was so aroused that his cock slid inside her wet pussy with barely any resistance. The feeling as he pushed into her was amazing. The hot tight wetness gripping him, the thickness and length of his cock pushing into her, stretching her.

He lifted her legs and, holding her ankles, began to fuck her with slow, long strokes. With her legs pushed back he could sink the full length of his cock into her, and with each stroke her body moved on the bed, her breasts gently moving in time with him.

As he fucked her, he realised that she had never seen him, but was allowing him to fuck her – a complex mix of feelings washed over him, desire, surprise, compassion and power.

She reached her hand down to her pussy and touched her clit. It was soaking wet, covered with the juices from her pussy. She moved her fingers down as his cock slipped in and out of her, and he could feel her fingers against his cock as she desperately rubbed her clit.

He let go of her legs and lay over the top of her body, supporting himself on his arms. She placed her arms around him and pulled him against her, their mouths coming together, their tongues and lips locked in a desperate passionate battle.

He went to remove the blindfold from her eyes, wanting her to be able to see him when she came.

“No! Leave it on.” she insisted. He would have to wait a while longer before he would be able to see the face of the woman he was fucking.

He increased the speed of his fucking, pushing his cock into her harder and faster than before, his body pressing against hers.

She wrapped her legs round the back of his, and pressed her face into her shoulder. John felt her body stiffen, her breathing get ragged, and her pussy clenched around his shaft. Her arms pulled him tight against her, squeezing him. He continued to fuck her, but slowed right down whilst her orgasm tore through her body. Her breathing became more ragged, and her body tenser.

“I can’t breathe!”

For a moment, John was worried, but after a short time she relaxed. “No… please stop… no more.” she said, breathlessly.

John paused briefly, then carried on fucking her with long slow strokes, her pussy even wetter and smoother than before as his cock slipped in and out of her.

She pushed him off her, and removed the blindfold.

“Hello.” they said to each other. This was the first time she had seen him, the first time she had seen the man that had just spent half an hour teasing and fucking her, the first time she had seen the man who had just given her one of the best orgasms of her life.

They lay on their sides, facing each other, occasionally kissing, John still running his hands over her smooth skin. She looked beautiful.

After a little small talk, she pushed him onto his back and straddled his thighs. She worked her way up his body, kissing his chest, biting his nipples, kissing his face, then lowered herself onto his cock. He was rock hard, and her pussy slipped over his cock with no resistance. She began to ride him, the time for gentle teasing sex over, this was going to be a hard fuck.

“The blindfold”, he said. He wanted to wear the blindfold, wanted to experience a little of what she had been through just a few minutes earlier. He pulled the blindfold over his eyes and lay back.

She bounced herself up and down on his cock and he moved underneath, matching her thrust for thrust, his cock almost coming out of her before she thrust it deeply back inside. He reached his arms down and grabbed her arse, his fingers digging in to her soft flesh as he gripped her, allowing him to thrust had into her pussy. She began to talk to him, telling him how she loved being fucked by him, the feeling of his cock inside her, his pretty eyes, and finally, as he was getting close to his own orgasm, how she want his spunk inside her, all of it.

This tipped him over the edge and he gripped her arse tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, as his spunk shot into her pussy in jet after powerful jet, his cock twitching, his heart racing and his head pounding.

She lay on top of him for a while, gently kissing his face, after what had been the most memorable fuck of his life.

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When I woke up this morning, I had a cute latex rabbit girl in my arms. Who in the world could have bragged about the same thing? All my apprehensions and fears toward Trixie had been unjustified. Sure, Trixie would probably have loved to have more than I had to offer last night, but she has been so understanding.

She quickly saw that I was not ready for more than what we had done so far, so instead of pressuring me, she found a way to make me happy in a different way. We read a book together, and then we cuddled ourselves to sleep. This experience with Trixie awakened something inside me that I had not felt very often.

Trixie was not shy about it; she loved it when people played with her latex covered breasts. That was something Lucy had mentioned, and even the white rabbit repeatedly indicated the same thing herself. So last night, when cuddling, I wanted to be as kind to her as she had been to me. I gave her plenty of chest massages and squeezing, exploring the emotions it was triggering inside of me privately. I needed to discover if this was something I desired too.

I’ve been awake for the past thirty minutes already, but Trixie was still deeply asleep, dreaming about something. Her warm rubber body in my arms occasionally twitched adorably. It was nice to observe her.

When I spent a night with Vix, the fox girl, she hadn’t done that— well, I barely slept on that night because of the excitement, and every time I was awake, Vix was too and asked for more cuddles. This time around, with Trixie, it was the first time I could really study someone sleeping in my arms, and I felt I had the responsibility to keep her in that state so that she could enjoy her dreams a bit longer.

I was also wondering how being encased in such a restrictive catsuit and mask would feel like. It looked extremely comfortable from the outside, but I had no clue what it would be like from the inside.

Short breathing tubes were probably running from her real nose to her rabbit ears, and the small feeding hole under her chin was probably going to her mouth somehow. None of the pets were talking or making any sounds. Only once, Vix had giggled, and it was very faint. Were they gagged, or was it just training? All I knew is that it was not bugging them. They were happily wearing their suits for days in a row.

I knew Lucy occasionally let them out; Oreo and Meeka weren’t at the café last time, probably forced to take a break. I was under the impression some of the pet girls were not thrilled to take their suits off. When I was investigating Vix’s zipper the other day, her reaction was crystal clear. She didn’t want me to unzip her at all.

Yesterday, Lucy gave me the key to unlock Trixie, but she warned me not to let her out of her suit unless there was an emergency. But honestly, letting her out never crossed my mind since we arrived at my home. I thought about this before; I forgot that they were people. They were just animals, and I had a hard time thinking about them in any other way.

Trixie started to move; she just woke up. I was behind her, spooning with my limbs wrapped around her. Her cushy paws went up to my arms as if asking for me to squeeze her harder, which I did, and it triggered a long sigh from the bunny.

She slowly turned around to face me, beautiful as ever, with her big black eyes communicating nothing but love. This position allowed her to roll me to my back and climb on top of me.

“Good morning, Trixie.”

For some reason, she kept stretching and twisting; I wasn’t sure what she was doing. It was as if she couldn’t fully control her little white body. But then she showed me what was going on.

She pressed her crotch to my thigh and slowly started rubbing it up and down. Morning sexual waves assaulted Trixie’s body, forcing her to display her arousal state. I kept caressing her, not too sure about what I should do to help her.

I wanted Trixie to have this moment; it was her reward for having been so patient and understanding. Allowing her to have this little pleasure felt the right thing to do. I was not anxious or scared, as usual. I was relaxed, happy, and loving.

Trixie kept slowly humping my leg for a long moment while we were cuddling, and I even dared to do it a little bit too. The latex rubbing on my crotch, only separated by a thin layer of fabric, bartın seks hikayeleri was feeling like heaven. If she had not had a mask on, I would probably have felt the need to kiss her.

This morning was perfect.

***

“Clara, Trixie! You are back! How did your evening go?”

“… Good. Trixie… is nice.”

“Aaah, so you can talk now? Haha. Trixie can have this changing effect on people. Go right in the lounge. I’ll be right back. I just have to let Trixie out of her costume. She won’t be working for the next few days.”

We were back at the animal café where Lucy welcomed us. This time around, I hadn’t felt nearly as embarrassed walking around town with the white latex bunny wearing her cute pink fuzzy clothes. After the amazing cuddling session mixed with light sexual stimulation, I was calm and peaceful.

As soon as Lucy mentioned that Trixie’s shift was over, the bunny reacted strongly. She rushed to me and grabbed my arm, clearly not wanting to get out of her suit.

“Trixie, you have to behave! Oreo gave me a run for my money the other day, please don’t do the same. I let you spend a night with Clara, don’t be greedy! We have rules, and you know them.”

If she could have flopped her rubber ears back, Trixie would have done so. She lowered her head and pushed it on my chest. I gave her a small hug.

“It’s okay… Trixie…”

The white bunny returned my hug and accompanied Lucy who would let her out of her suit.

I entered the lounge to take a look at the pet girls; if Trixie wasn’t working today, maybe there was a new pet.

As usual, my arrival caused all the animals to stare at me. I didn’t think I would ever get used to this. I began a headcount; Vix was there, Oreo was back, and there was also the puppy, the O so adorable snow leopard, the cute grey wolf and the black cat who have been around since the beginning.

I headed to my booth, and all the animals lined up; they had no idea who I was going to choose today, but they all seemed to want to join me. They were all so friendly.

However, this time around, and with the cute rabbit gone, I had no other choice but to pick the snow leopard. Since I saw her yesterday, I couldn’t get over how beautiful she was. I had never seen such a pretty latex catsuit. The little black spots covering her body were just to die for, and the markings on her mask were so perfect.

The leopard girl immediately climbed on my seat and started nuzzling me, tickling me with her little whiskers!

“Haha! You are so pretty.”

My routine with new pets had not changed. I made the leopard girl lay down on her back with her head resting on my laps, and I rubbed her belly while I was discovering her features. Her mask was even better than the other ones I have seen so far. Whoever was making those was getting better at it. Lucy was so lucky to have found such a great artist to create her costumes.

As I was exploring the not so big cat, I was wondering what her name could be. Maybe they should all wear name tags. This questioning led me to another amusing thought; if I were to be a pet girl, what would be my name? What animal would I be? I had no idea, but it was fun to think about it for a short moment.

A bit later, Lucy entered the lounge with my cheesecake and a coffee. But instead of smiling, as usual, she had a frown on her face.

“Clara! What do you think you are doing with Asha? Asha, get off her right now!”

“…!”

What did I do? What did I do? I didn’t understand why Lucy was angry all of a sudden, but Asha didn’t wait to find out and quickly got off me and rejoined the others. My heart started to race, and my hyperventilating came back along with my trembling. What was going on?

Lucy placed the cheesecake on the table, and the coffee next to it then sat in front of me. I wanted to die.

“Hehe. Did I scare you? Don’t worry. I’m just pulling your leg. I wanted to see how you would react if I scolded you the same way I do with my pets. Your reaction is priceless. Sorry about that.”

“… ffff! ffff! ffff!”

“Aww! Sorry, try to breathe. I didn’t mean to scare you that much. You can have Asha back, hehe. Asha! Come!”

The snow leopard girl immediately climbed back on me and gave me a tight hug to calm me down.

“Pick another one, now.”

“…?”

“Yes, Trixie said she had a lot of fun with you last night and this morning, so I’m sure you can handle two pets at the same time today. So pick another one. As long as there are no waiting clients, it’s okay to do so. My pets don’t have much to do anyway.”

Could I really handle two pets at the same time? How would this work? I was barely getting used to taking care of one at a time; I was unsure how I could give attention to two animals concurrently.

Yet, the first time I visited the Pets & Cake, I had no idea how to give affection to a single critter, and here I was, a couple of cheesecake later, not nearly as shy as before and providing hugs to a critter I never met.

“Come on, Clara. It’s okay. Don’t overthink this… as I said, all my pet girls are amazing. You can’t go wrong.”

“… Vix?”

As I pronounced the red fox’s name, all the other pets rolled their heads. People always choose Vix among the first because of her infinite cuteness.

It only took a second for the fox girl to join us. So now I had one adorable snow leopard resting her head on my laps and a fox girl wrapped around my arm, nuzzling me. Lucy called the two cats to her side, Oreo and Misti. Those two were easy to tell apart even though their masks had the same shape; Oreo was black and white while Misti was all black.

“See, Oreo… your time off was not too bad. Why did you make a scene again when I took you out of your suit? You are just making my life more difficult.”

Oreo nodded.

“Did you have fun with your family?”

Oreo nodded again.

“See, I told you. It’s nice to be a pet girl, but you need real-life fun too. You can’t just be a cat forever.”

Oreo shrugged.

“Haha. Funny cat. I bet you think you can. So, Clara… I wanted to ask you a little favor. But feel free to say no, I’m happy just to have you as a client.”

“…”

“… I mean… I’m working really hard since I opened my café… and… I didn’t have a day off in a month. I love what I do, but it’s a lot of work. I would like to take a day off.”

“… Okay?”

“So, I was wondering… We are closed on Mondays and Tuesdays, would you like to take care of my pets on one of those days next week. I would love to have a small break.”

I gasped for air. Did Lucy just ask me to take care of all her pets while she was away? Would it not be simpler to just let them out of their suits during those two days instead of babysitting them?

I tried to articulate that line of thought using my limited speech abilities mixed with anxiety.

“But… Why… Keep them in… costume?”

“Aaah! I see what you mean. Well, you don’t know much about pet girls yet. Look at this…”

Lucy turned to Oreo and grabbed the small cat by the shoulders; she asked her a simple question.

“Oreo, do you want to get out of your suit so I can take some time off?”

Immediately, Oreo shook her head, almost in distress. Then Lucy turned to Misti…

“And you, Misti?”

She received another strong negative reaction from the other cat. None of them were in agreement with that horrific plan. I started to understand where Lucy was going with this… but then she asked them another question.

“Okay, so what? Would you prefer if Clara was taking care of you on Monday?”

The two cats went ballistic and jumped on the table in front of me and tried to reach me for hugs. Oreo crushed my cheesecake with her knee and Misti bumped in my coffee cup, which fortunately was already empty.

“MISTI! OREO! STOP! What a mess! Alright, Misti, get off Clara right now! You, Oreo, come with me. I need to clean you up, and then you’ll get punished. Bad cat!”

This chaotic incident ended our little discussion abruptly, which was a good thing because I needed time to digest what Lucy had proposed. I wasn’t sure what taking care of her pet would involve, but it would probably be a lot of work. Lucy was always running around, keeping an eye on everybody to make sure they were okay, feeding them, and making them drink. There was no doubt in my mind that it was a demanding job. It is no wonder she was thrilled to let me take Trixie home last night; it had lightened her workload.

I was not working on Monday and only started at noon on Tuesday, so I could technically do it. It was now the time for me to ask myself the real questions and come up with honest answers.

Did I want to do it?

I looked at my snow leopard and my red fox, they were beyond incredible. I loved taking care of them. So, yes, I wanted to do it… badly.

Was I too scared to do it? What if a pet needed something and I couldn’t understand her… What if there was an emergency and I had to call the first responders… what if I didn’t feed them properly…

“Vix… I’m scared…”

As soon as those distressed words escaped my mouth, Asha got off my lap and kneeled next to me, and Vix did the same. They both wrapped an arm around my neck, and Vix placed her delicate paw on my mouth and shook her head.

“But… I don’t know if… I can do it.”

This time, Asha placed her two paws on each side of my face and gave me a solid, confident nod while expelling a short stream of air by her ear tubes. It was her way to tell me, “We trust you! You can do it.”

Using the back of my hand, I wiped my watering eyes. Why was it always so hard for me to do new things? I was so used to being by myself and repeating the same dreary day over and over for the past years, not exposing myself to fun adventures. Now that I had an opportunity to do something different, I felt like crap.

For a long moment, I stayed there in silence, cuddling with my leopard and fox, and thinking about what I had become.

Lucy came back, dragging Oreo by her wrist. I was wondering what kind of punishment she was talking about earlier. I couldn’t remotely picture Lucy brutalizing her beloved pets, but surely she must have had some tricks up her sleeve to keep some order and obedience in the place. Then I noticed it… Oreo had a bright red collar around her neck.

“Aaah, that will teach you! Look, Clara, this red collar means that nobody is allowed to cuddle with her. I usually put it on them when they need to rest, but it can also serve as an efficient punishment. See, Oreo! That is what you get for being reckless. Now sit over there and stay quiet! Not cuddles for you until I decide it’s enough.”

Oreo lowered her head and went to curl in the corner of the room. Misti walked toward her, but Lucy intercepted the cat who was feeling bad for her friend.

“Misti, do you want to wear a red collar too? No? Then stay away from Oreo! I tell you… those cats sometimes… as if I didn’t have enough work already.”

Lucy came back to me and let a long sigh out.

“See… That’s why I need a break. So, would you like to help me?”

I nodded. It was more than time to explore the social world a bit and walk away from my old self. So far, my time with the pets filled me with love and understanding, and there was no reason to believe it would be any harder if I stayed with them all for one full day.

“I will… do it. Monday.”

“Aaah! You are so awesome! I swear everything will go well. You can start at 8 am on Monday until 8 pm… would that work?”

“… No.”

“Oh? No?”

“Can… Can I do … more?”

“More? What do you mean? Take your time, we are in no rush.”

“I… 8 am is good… But… Can I sleep… here? I can stay. Until 10 am.”

“You want to take care of them from Monday 8 am to Tuesday at 10 am?”

“… Yes.”

“Clara! I LOVE YOU! You are a lifesaver! Of course, you can do that! Finally! I will get to have a real day off. Don’t worry about anything! I will prepare all their meals and make you a list of everything you have to do. It’s not all that complicated! You’ll have so much fun, I promise!”

Well, that got her excited. She seemed to need that day off badly. Offering to stay overnight was something she didn’t want to put me through, but since I requested, she didn’t need to think about it twice.

I couldn’t stay much longer today because of my job, but it was a fun visit. I still wasn’t sure why Lucy trusted me so much with her pet girls, but I was certainly not going to complain about it. I got to pet all the latex animals I wanted and even had a chance to have private moments with some of them.

Agreeing to help Lucy on Monday while she was enjoying a well-deserved break got me more excited than I ever been in my entire life. I liked her pets so much, and I was looking forward to spending more time alone with them, even though I knew it might be challenging.

I wanted to spend time with… my new friends.

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