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Tuesday morning, I gave my key back to Claire as planned.

The night before, I’d made full use of my key until my body was entirely worn out. Since I was about to make my commitment to chastity known to the world, I felt unashamed that I spent all of yesterday evening on my back on top of my plush bed indulging myself. By the time I’d finished, I was sore and sweaty, feeling like I’d rubbed myself entirely raw. I couldn’t remember any other time that I’d wasted so much time, touching myself until I felt exhausted. I’d planned to sleep without my belt on as well, figuring I could just wait until morning to recommit to this lifestyle, but I actually struggled falling asleep without it. Over the past few weeks, I’d already grown so accustomed to feeling the locking mechanism’s firm embrace around my waist. After an hour or so of trying to fall asleep without it, I got up and allowed it to hold itself against my body and locked it in place. I quickly fell sound asleep.

In the morning, I still felt completely satisfied, like I’d worked my body so hard the night before that I’d emptied out all of my urges completely. This made it easy to hand my key back over to Claire. Not only was I still satisfied, but I also had time to think about all of the time I wasted yesterday reaching that satisfaction. I know I’d given myself a pass yesterday, but it still reminded me how I can behave in private without the belt. A pure, upstanding woman like me can’t spend hours penetrating herself. She especially can’t moan like I did last night, as if there was no risk of her neighbors hearing her and judging her for it. All of this was such a good reminder of why exactly I had to hand my key over to her for safe keeping.

When I handed my key to her, she zipped it securely inside an interior pocket of her purse and asked izmit seks hikayeleri me when I’d want it back. “Let’s say two weeks from now?” I replied. She smiled and pulled out her planner, writing “Bring Holly’s key” down on the agreed upon day. I blushed seeing the plan actually being written down like that.

“I just want to be sure I don’t forget,” Claire said, noticing my embarrassment

“It’s fine, Claire, really. There’s just a lot to get used to. Thousands of people will know soon enough, seeing it written down really shouldn’t be any big thing for me”

“I’m uploading that video on Sunday night, right? I know you told me not to ask, but I’d feel like a bad friend if I didn’t ask just one final time if you really want to go through with this.”

“Yes, Claire. I’m absolutely sure.” Any other day I would have been annoyed at her for asking. I made her promise to just go through with it so I didn’t have a chance to back out from what I knew I had to do. Today, however, was the perfect day to ask; with my behavior last night, I had no reservations whatsoever.

It wasn’t until I began the drive home that it really dawned on me that I wouldn’t see my key again until after the video went up. After then, anyone who cared to look would be able to watch me look into the camera and confess my masturbation habit and share the details of the new belt that solved my embarrassing, shameful problem. There’s sure to be some of the usual rude comments from online trolls who randomly find my video, but I was sure most of the few thousand views we’d get would be from people who at least understand why I’m doing this. Besides, my fears about the video were probably just my pride talking again. My most popular video ever was still sitting at just 200,000 views; I’m not famous enough to draw that much attention. How many people could possibly care about one girl talking about how she doesn’t want to masturbate as much?

I would find out how much people cared in six days, on Sunday night. I couldn’t think of much else until I did.

*Monday Morning*

I woke to my alarm Monday morning. In the middle of the night, I’d rolled over onto my stomach on top of my padlock, leaving its rectangular imprint on my soft skin. It took me a moment to gather my bearings, forgetting for a few blissful moments that this morning was different from any other Monday morning. I stretched as my memories quickly came together to remind me that the video had gone live at midnight, while I slept.

I reached for my phone on my nightstand, my stomach in knots in my throat, totally unsure what I might see. My heart sank immediately when I opened the screen; there were more notifications on my screen that I’d ever seen. Dozens of emails, texts, and missed calls along with hundreds of comment notifications. The video had only been up for a few hours in the dead of the night so far, what could possibly have happened?

I checked my missed calls first, most of them were from Claire trying to get ahold of me in the middle of the night. She’d left multiple voicemails, but I ignored them; whatever their contents, I knew they couldn’t be good. Her most recent text was from just a half hour ago telling me that half a million people had already seen the video. I was stunned. I felt like I was about to pass out. How could so many people have seen it already? This was more views that I usually get in months and they’d all come in in a single night.

Gathering myself, I called Claire. She’d clearly been watching this happen, she’d be able to fill me in. She answered the phone, sounding panicked, on the verge of tears. I tried to keep my voice as calm as I could to help reassure her, but there was only so much I could do to suppress the fear when I asked “Claire, what’s happening?” She stumbled through her explanation that the video had exploded, thousands of views a minute and I’d just started trending on Twitter. I nervously asked if she could tell how it was being received.

“Everyone seems to be taking it… better than I expected.” She replied. I could tell she was sincere, but the weighty pause in her response made it clear that she had pretty dire expectations when she first saw all of the attention.

“Oh, well, that’s good to hear…” I said, automatically. My mind was already racing to a million other things. “Claire, let’s cancel filming today. We’ve got a lot to figure out first.”

“Oh, about that,” Claire replied, “Mr. Gardner already called me and said we shouldn’t film anything else until we meet with him. He wants us at his office Wednesday morning. He said we aren’t fired, but he hung up right after. I… I’m really sorry, Holly.” Mr. Gardner was the owner of the network that supported us. Without him, our channel could never make the money it needed to to be close to viable.

“Okay, I’ll see you then I guess.” I said feebly, before hanging up and burying my face back in my pillows. I laid there for an hour with thoughts coming and going so fast that my mind felt entirely blank, enable to grab hold of any one though for more than a moment. Even while I had my face hidden to the world like that, thousands more people saw my confession. Why didn’t I think this was a possibility? Before Wednesday, I’d have to start sorting through the fallout, figuring out what exactly the situation was before meeting Mr. Gardner. How could I possibly explain this to him? I’d have to figure that out soon, but for now, all I could do was stay here and hide from the attention I’d wished for and now received.

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The clock was ticking away on the wall, almost in time with the current song on the radio. I had been a slow day at the local sex shop where Lexa was working the counter. With nothing else to do, she leaned back against the wall behind the counter and observed the store. Her eyes floated from the wall of vibrators to the rack full of various BDSM supplies, and to the shelf of adult DVDs before stopping and focusing on a young woman. Her eyes refused to continue their rounds and remained on the woman, not just because she was the only customer in the store, but because she was absolutely gorgeous.

Her angelic face was framed by medium length blond hair that ended in wide curls, and her perfect, petit body was accentuated by the black, mesh top she wore over a black bra, a pair of cute leather shorts, and knee-high boots. She was browsing through the apparel section of the store, particularly the rack containing mostly leather garments. She would grab garment, hold it up to herself, put it back, and repeat. Curious to learn more about her, and help her out, of course, Lexa decided to approach her.

“Hey,” she said, “is there something I can help you find?”

The girl looked up and smiled at her, “No. I’m just looking right now.”

“Okay,” Lexa continued, “I just couldn’t help but notice you seem particularly interested in the leathers, I just thought there might be something specific you were looking for.”

“Thanks, but I’m good, for now.” The girl carried on with her browsing as Lexa returned to her post.

A few minutes later, as Lexa had just begun zoning out, the girl approached the counter. “E-excuse me,” she said in a hesitant voice.

Lexa perked up immediately, putting on her customer service face, “Can I help you?”

“Um… I think I’ll take you up on your offer from before,” the girl said. Her cheeks appeared red from embarrassment.

“Okay. What is it you’re looking for?”

“Well…” the girl pondered, “I guess I don’t really know.”

“Okay…”

“I izmir seks hikayeleri guess I’ve never really had to discuss it with anyone else before, but here it is,” the girl started, “My boyfriend has a major leather fetish. I’m looking for something new to surprise him with tonight, but I’m just having a hard time deciding. I know what I like, but I don’t know what will have the best effect for him, you know?”

Lexa paused for a moment and processes her request. “I see,” she said. She stood in silence for a few more seconds before continuing, “So when you say ‘major leather fetish,’ just what are we talking about here?”

“You need… details?” the girl asked coyly.

“Knowing exactly what turns him on and why is a good way to know where to start.”

“Well, I know he’s always liked seeing me wear leather. He always comments about being turned on when I wear it, and I practically can’t go a day with out wearing something of the sort.”

“So is it involved in your sexy time, or just whenever?”

“Kinda both. I mean, he’s always happy to see me in leather, as I’m always happy to wear it, but it seems to exclusively be our sexy time.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like… all he ever wants to do is cum on it.” The girl lowered her head in embarrassment before looking back up with a shy smirk on her face, “To be honest with you, I don’t even think I own anything made of leather that hasn’t been cum stained at some point.

Lexa suddenly became more intrigued. It wasn’t really any of her business what this random girl and her boyfriend do in their private time, but hearing stories about different girls who liked their boyfriends – or any guys – cumming on them was very much a turn on for her.

“So on your average night of sex, what does he do?”

“That’s a bit private, don’t you think?” The girl rightfully declared.

“I’m sorry,” Lexa apologized, “I just… I get kinda turned on by those kinds of things.”

“Well, I guess if you’re interested, I can share a little,” the girl offered, “just for inspiration and customer service, nothing more. Right?”

“Right.”

“It’s pretty typical for the most part, I think,” the girl started, “it mostly starts with a lot of cuddling and him feeling up my leather. We grope each other, rub each other’s naughty bits, but once he starts getting to a certain point, there’s only ever one outcome.”

Lexa leaned into her pause, signaling her customer to finish her anecdote.

“He enters me and we go at it until he feels he’s close to his climax, then pulls out and releases his load on whatever part of me is covered in leather at the time.”

“Do you like it?” Lexa asked.

“Absolutely.” The girl’s cheeks turn bright red again, “Seeing his giant loads of white cum on the leather is just mesmerizing to me. I think I get just as turned on by seeing it as he does by spaying it. He’ll sit there and just watch me play with it. The way it slides around on the leather, it just… I’ve said too much already.”

Lexa turned her gaze to the floor for a moment before leading the girl back to the apparel rack, “I think I know something that will be good.”

The girl watched as Lexa flipped through various hangers of leather garments. Seemingly unsatisfied, she moved on a few feet down more of the BDSM section and rapidly browsing through that rack until settling on a particular selection she pulled off the bar. “Why don’t you try this on?” Lexa suggested. She handed the girl a short, black vinyl dress with a zipper on the back. It looked rather plain, but what it lacked in detail, it made up for with it’s glossy shine.

“This is… interesting,” the girl said, “this doesn’t look like leather though, at least not that I’ve ever seen.

“It isn’t,” Lexa said, “It’s vinyl. Smoother, and shinier than leather could ever be.”

“Are you sure it will work?”

“Trust me: a guy like that, after what you described, he’ll be into it.”

“Okay…” She took the dress to a dressing room while Lexa waited back up at the front counter. After a couple minutes, the girl returned from the fitting room with the dress on.

“Alright,” the girl said, “what do you think?” The looks on Lexa’s face said it all: she was absolutely stunning, and burning hot to boot. The dress fit perfectly; it hugged her torso and hips with an appropriate, and sexy tightness, and it flared out just enough at the mid-thigh hemline to not be too restrictive. The shine was the icing on the cake though. The light from above reflected off her perfectly sculped breasts in a hypnotic glare. Everything about her looked smooth, hot, and oozed sex appeal.

“Oh, god, yeah!” Lexa clapped, “You wear that for your man tonight, and you’ll be drenched in jizz before the sun goes down.” The vinyl-clad girl was beaming with joy.

“I guess I HAVE to buy it now.”

The girl returned to the fitting room to put her regular outfit back on and walked back up to the counter. Lexa typed in the code for the dress while the girl dug out her credit card. After the transaction was complete, Lexa printed the receipt and scribbled some digits and circling them on the bottom before handing it off to her customer.

“What’s that?” The girl wondered, looking at the numbers.

“My cell number,” answered, “we should hang out sometime. I enjoyed our little talk.”

“Me too, actually. I’ll think about it.”

“My name is Lexa, by the way.”

“Noted. My name is Kenzy.” The girl pocketed the receipt and scurried out the door.

Out the corner of her eye, Lexa observed as Kenzy got into her car and backed out of her parking spot. Was it possible she found her first real candidate to get messy with? She would certainly look good covered in slime, especially if she had that dress on. As bashful as she seemed, she would probably be into it, especially after the way she talked about being covered in cum; cum, slime, how different are they really? A mischievous smile spread across her face as she watched Kenzy’s car exit the parking lot.

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Dean had gone back to his Mothers old house and was daydreaming about some things that used to happen when his neighbor had disturbed him and took him next door for some refreshment. This had ended up with him being spanked over her knee and eventually covering her summer dress with cum, as he got over-excited through a general lack of sexual activity. Now we join him at home gathering some things together for the weekend, a weekend with Aunty Mary, that he had never thought would happen.

Dean was still embarrassed as he drove back to his apartment, he couldn’t believe what had just happened. An hour ago he was packing some boxes, and now he was driving home with cum drenched pants, then going to pack a bag for the weekend and then return to Aunty Mary’s.

She had told him to just bring the essentials, as she had plenty of day clothes for him to wear. Whatever that meant.

He grabbed an overnight bag, and threw some underwear, he just packed plain white boxers, not wanting to embarrass himself further, socks and toiletries, and some t-shirts, shorts, and jeans. He had no idea how much to pack and just threw lots in the bag until it was full.

He quickly undressed and took a shower, his mind drifting to the very short time spent over her knee, and the way he had felt embarrassed, but very horny, and the spanking had made him so excited, he idly soaped himself and cleaned everywhere, and soon his cock was swelling up again as he relived the day. He stroked himself a few times and then more rapidly, unable to stop himself from becoming hornier, until he pumped more cum into the shower cubicle, and released the tension a little.

The phone rang and it jolted him back to reality, he moved from the shower and picked up the receiver.

“Hello.”

“Hello Dean,” It was Aunty Mary.

“Hi Aunty, did you need something?” He enquired a little nervously.

“No, I just wanted to let you know that Uncle John has had to go away to his brothers, as he has had an accident, and needs his help.”

Dean’s heart sank, he was so excited about the prospect of another spanking and this probably meant another weekend on porn sites.

“Oh I am sorry to hear that, does this mean the weekend is off,

? I fully understand if it is,” he asked tentatively.

“Good gosh no,” Aunty replied, and then added “On the contrary, I was hoping you could stay for the week, and help me out a little if that’s alright with you?” She asked.

Dean’s heart started pumping again, a whole week, he shook his head trying to remain calm.

“Y y yes Aunty, I can do that, I had this week booked off to clear the house and that will make it easier being next door.”

“Oh I am pleased,” she said.

“Now I need some bits and bobs from the store, so if you get here and nobody is home then the key is under the big pot out the back, you can’t miss it,” she added.

‘Ok,” he replied.

There was a short pause….

“Try again young man,” she said in a more stern voice.

“Oh, I mean Yes Auntie,….. thank you Auntie,” remembering his manners eventually.

“Very good then Dean and when we are together I will tell you the house rules, and you will get at the slipper for forgetting manners so soon, now I must go and get things done, goodbye,” and she placed the phone down.

Dean stood thinking. A whole week, house rules, the slipper! Oh my, what was in store. He pulled on some boxers, some jogging bottoms, and a sweatshirt, and felt comfortable. He looked around and made sure he had all he needed, grabbing his laptop and iPad and making sure his place was locked, he got back into the car and started the drive back to his old street.

Dean had grown up in a quiet village and had enjoyed his childhood. The street where he lived only had a few houses and everyone got on well. He had a couple of friends his age and a few older ones as a child. Aunty Mary and Aunty Susan lived on either side of his house. Of course, they weren’t his Aunts, but that’s what he called them to be polite growing up.

He drifted away for a moment as he recalled past encounters where he had tried to get girlfriends to spank him, but now he was fully committed to his old neighbour and the possibilities istanbul seks hikayeleri of what could happen mage him smile wide, and once again get aroused, very aroused.

BEEEEEEEEEP. A car horn brought Dean to his senses, as he drifted over the central line. He shook himself and stopped thinking of the past, and focused on getting to his old street in one piece.

Dean arrived at Mary’s and parked on his old drive, more force of habit really, but it sort of made sense.

He grabbed his bag and went round to her house, knocking on the door. Nobody was home and she had told him that on the phone, now where did she say the key was?

He looked under some stones and an old pot by the front door, nothing. He felt along the ledges and still nothing, he swore she said the key was going to be left. He eventually gave up and sat on the doorstep waiting for her to return.

Thirty minutes or so later he saw her coming along the road, walking with Aunty Susan.

“Blimey,” he thought.

“She still lives here too, nobody seems to leave the street?”

He watched as they stopped outside Susan’s house, and chatted. Susan then looked over and waved to him. For some reason, he felt like a small child and weakly waved back.

Aunty approached looking at him and his bag sat on the step.

“Why aren’t you inside Dean?” She asked.

“I couldn’t find the blooming’ key could I,” he retorted without thinking.

Mary shook her head, and beckoned him round the side passage to the large pot on the rear patio, and pointed.

“That’s where it is and that is where I told you it was, but you didn’t listen did you?” She shook her head.

“Sorry I didn’t hear where it was Aunty,”

He lowered his head, as it came back to him.

Mary took the key, unlocked the door, and gesture for him to go inside. He picked up his bag and went into the cool kitchen. It was a large room with an old-fashioned wooden table for at least 8 people to sit at and a lovely clean kitchen area. He vaguely remembered it from his childhood.

Mary placed her bags down on the counter and took a chair from the dining table and placed it in the middle of the room.

“Come here Dean,” she beckoned him.

Dean went to her and stood facing her, and his heart thumped in his chest.

“Dean, you need to listen to me when I give you instructions or tell you where a key is kept, for example, if you don’t listen then it will be difficult, is that clear?”

“Yes, Aunty,” Dean replied properly.

“Well, at least your manners have taken a step in the right direction,” she nodded.

Then she sat on the chair, reached forward, and took Dean’s jogging bottoms down to his ankles. She noticed that he had an erection in his loose boxers, and shook her head.

“That is not is unusual Dean, it happens a lot in my experience.”

Dean started to wonder what that meant, how many times did she spank people, who’s erections was she seeing, was it, Uncle? His mind raced, and then came back to the room as he felt his shorts pulled down to meet his bottoms. His cock springing out.

“Now then young man, I DO NOT want a repeat of earlier, if you think that you can’t control yourself then you must tell me. If you don’t control yourself then you will certainly regret it, understood?” she looked into his eyes and he knew she was serious.

“Yes, Aunty,” he stammered.

“Good, I think we will get on very well young Dean,”

She took him over her lap, and adjusted until she was comfy, then without a word, she started to spank his bare bottom SPANK SPANK SPANK…. Over and over, covering his pale flesh, from sit spot to the top and from one side to the other, she spanked and spanked and spanked.

He winced and tried to tense, but that didn’t work, so he tried to relax but that made it more painful, he tried to think of other things but the continuous smacking of his bottom didn’t allow that. Over and over she spanked him for what seemed like an eternity. Then she stopped.

“Stand up Dean,” she ordered and he slowly did so his bottom aching.

He stood facing her, his erection had gone down a little now as the soreness stopped him from thinking about anything but that.

She stood and left the room and returned with a slipper, not a slipper, the slipper, it was his Dad’s, and then Mum’s size 10. He stared at it.

“Yes Dean, it’s your old family slipper from the box, I thought it would be ideal,” and she sat down and took him over her knee once again.

He lay there and tried to take stock, and then it started, she was spanking him all over again, with the old leather-soled huge slipper, and it hurt, it hurt as much as he remembered, and she slippered him all over and raised it high and slapped it down again and again. She spanked his bare sore bottom for many minutes until he ached and was so so sore.

She stopped and placed the slipper on the table. She gently rubbed her hand over his red, hot, and sore bottom.

“Well, Dean I think you have learned a lesson about listening and about manners, haven’t you?”

“Yes Aunty very much so,” he quickly replied as politely as he could.

“Very good, now stand up and face me please,” she told him.

He stood and faced her, desperately wanting to rub his bottom, or sit in an ice bucket for a week perhaps.

She looked him up and down and noticed how his cock was no longer pointing at her, but now towards the floor, although still not fully relaxed she thought.

“Dean you are going to live here for a week with me and throughout that time I will be in charge of things. You will do as I say and when I say it, you will not question me and you will be a good boy for me. If you are not then you know what will happen, is that all clear?” She looks at his face.

He nodded “yes,” he said.

THWACK! her hand came slapped across his thigh “Yes what?”

He jumped at the sudden smack and felt a hot spot straight away “Yes Aunty,” he replied quietly.

“That’s better,” she smiled.

“Now then let’s look at you.”

She looked over his body, lifting his t-shirt over his head, leaving him standing in his dropped bottoms and shorts. She turned him and looked at his back, and his very red bottom, she smiled to herself at seeing her handy work and felt a warm feeling she hadn’t felt for some while, deep inside.

She turned him again, and lift his now slightly limper cock. “Well well, this is all too grown-up for my nephew, as you are to be from now on in,”

She brushed her fingers through the fine pubic hair, covering his pubis and balls.

“This won’t do, it’s far too grown up, Aunty is going to bathe and shave you, come along.”

Dean started to protest, but another swift smack to his bottom stopped him.

“Yes Aunty,” he added and stepping out of his clothes he followed her upstairs.

Mary ran a bath and kept testing the temperature, as Dean stood there like a child, naked and his mind racing and flipping, searching for some kind of reasoning.

“There we are, perfect, in you go Dean,” she instructed.

Dean stood and then lowered himself into the hot water, with that feeling you get when not bathed for some time, mainly being a shower man. But soon he was settled and the hot water covered him up.

Mary took a cloth and soaped it up, and then started to wash his back, lifting his arms and soaping him all over, scrubbing his neck thoroughly, and then rinsing off the soapy water.

“Stand please Dean,” she asked him.

Dean stood and she soaped his legs and bottom, still red.

Dean tried to remain relaxed but this was all so much and he was failing miserably, his cock now fully erect and wet. It pushed out at least 8 inches and was throbbing, he looked at the frosted window and tried to remain calm, as Aunties hands soaped and then rinsed his body, each touch making his cock twitch.

“Turn please,” she asked and he slowly turned to face her, his cock pointing towards her face.

“Well well, you have grown into a fine young man haven’t you Dean?”

She took his cock in her hand and turned it and pulled the skin back to examine it. Then she took his balls in her hand and gently rolled them, lifting them and then squeezing them slightly tugging them downwards.

Dean’s mind was racing, and his cock was throbbing now, he was doing everything he could to remain focused and not make a fool of himself again. Long slow breaths were helping him to get through it.

“Well, I am going to have trouble shaving you with this sticking up aren’t I?” she didn’t wait for a reply “So I think it’s best we lose the erection, don’t you Dean?”

“Yes Auntie, but I can’t I am sort of…well… not in control of it… it has a mind of its own, and right now it’s hell-bent on being hard,” he blushed red as he said it.

“Well I didn’t think you would be able to relax it Dean,” she smiled and made a little chuckling noise

“Silly boy.”

Then she took his swollen cock in her hand and started to stroke it back and forth, rolling the skin back and forth, sliding her small hand the length. Gripping a little firmer with each stroke, speeding up a little but not racing. Dean looked up at the ceiling, and then down and saw her hand wanking his erection, slowly bringing him closer and closer. He made a few involuntary moans and sighs as she somewhat expertly stroked his throbbing cock. She sensed his impending orgasm and slowed down, gently holding his twitching cock in front of her face.

“Are you going to cum Dean, for Aunty?” She asked him softly.

He nodded and let out a soft moan, as she slowly pulled his skin back and forth, then back until his swollen knob was fully exposed, and a drop of pre-cum oozed from the end and sat catching the light from the window. Then she leaned forward and closed her mouth around the end, and flicked her tongue a few times across the tip, and this was all it needed, as Dean shuddered and erupted hot cum into her mouth, he cried out and expected her to spit it out as his girlfriends had, but she didn’t, she clamped her mouth around it and she swallowed and sucked and took all of his hot spunk in her mouth, She sucked and licked for a short time and cleaned his still hard cock with her tongue, and then eventually she opened her mouth and let it out. She looked up and smiled at him.

“Good boys get a treat now and again, so I hope that encourages you to be a good boy in the future, young Dean,” and carried on smiling.

Dean was feeling amazing, his balls were aching, his cock was pulsing and his bottom was still on fire, he took the whole scene in and smiled to himself and thanked his lucky stars for the day, and hoped it would never end.

“Now then, with that out the way we can take care of this mess,” Said Aunty as she applied shaving gel to his balls and pubic area.

Half an hour later Dean was in his room (she has made up a spare room for him) and was hairless, he looked in a mirror at his cleanly shaven balls and pubes. It was a strange sight, but not unpleasant, and if anything made him look bigger, but he hoped it wouldn’t itch too much as it grew back.

There was a knock on the door and Auntie came in with some clothes in a pile.


“I have found out some things for now Dean, but we may need to go to the store for some more and better items. But these will do for now I think.”

She handed him a small pair of white underwear, they were quite small at the sides, and halfway up his bottom cheeks, but they did support his large balls and were not uncomfortable. Next was some socks that he pulled up to his calves. Then a pair of grey shorts that were quite snug, and quite short. Then finally a shirt, white and crisp. He looked in the mirror and saw a young Dean looking back at him.

“Well, what do you think?” asked his Auntie.

“Err they are ok Auntie, I haven’t go to go out as this have I?” He enquired.

She gave him a stern look. “Not for now no, but you wear what I say when I say is that clear?”

“Yes Auntie.”

“Good then, now it’s coming up to dinner time, and I need to prepare the veggies, you may unpack your things and I will call you when dinner is ready. Over dinner, I will explain the rules and your bedtimes and things. So unpack and make yourself at home, and no mess, I cannot abide mess.”

Then she smiled and added:” Welcome home Dean, I hope you are happy here,” and then she left and closed the door behind her.

Dean looked in the mirror again and tried to take in the days events, and just what he had let himself in for over the next seven days, and soon he felt his cock swelling inside his new little boy pants and gave himself a quick rub, and then he set about unpacking his items and setting his room up.

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(This story is part 7 of the series: College GF. Although it references previous events it can also be read as a stand-alone story).

The week when I was coming to visit Kate had finally arrived. I would be landing first thing Saturday morning. Kate was excited for me to come and was also excited for Friday night. Friday night, Delta Epsilon Fraternity was hosting their annual Spring Bash Party. It was one of the go-to parties of the year, known for being wild.

Throughout the week Kate and I texted and FaceTimed, choosing which restaurants to go to, which movies to see. It was fun planning out some dates and I looked forward to seeing her. I was also looking forward to finally having sex again. Last time I had visited Kate the sex had been crazier than ever; I wanted to know if she’d learnt anything new from her roommates to try with me since our last visit.

Friday came and Kate was getting ready for the party. Jessica joined her in her room, putting on makeup and settling on which outfits to wear that night. Kate chose to wear a short skirt, a staple for her. She loved to show off her toned legs. A low-cut blouse showed a modest amount of her cleavage. Her small perky breasts slightly exposed to anyone’s wandering eyes.

Kate and Jessica arrived at the party. They found some friends and began dancing in the front common room where some speakers had been set up. They would dance a few songs then take some shots, repeating throughout the night.

Kate glanced around the party, eyeing for any attractive guys to dance with when she noticed Levi. Levi was just above 6 feet tall with curly, medium length dark hair. He had a strong chin and features. He was the fraternity president and a well-known guy on campus. Levi got along with people well and had a relaxed demeanor about him. He noticed Kate staring at him, then walked away. Kate was disappointed thinking he wasn’t interested.

A few moments later he returned, drinks in hand. Levi passed the drinks to Kate and her friends and introduced himself. He told them he was the Fraternity president and thanked them for coming to the party. They all chatted a bit before he motioned over some of his friends, and they talked as a group. Throughout this whole time Kate and Levi kept making eye contact with one another. When there was a natural lull, Levi addressed Kate directly and pulled her aside to talk one on one. Levi made her laugh easily. Each time she laughed Kate lightly touched his arm and chest, flirtingly.

They stuck together throughout the night, playing some drinking games and dancing. As the night progressed and with more drinks in their system, Kate and Levi got closer and closer. By the end of the night, their faces were inches apart just talking, both anticipating the other might kiss them at any moment. Initially Kate thought she could wait for sex until tomorrow when I arrived, but now being drunk and horny across from a hot guy she questioned whether she could. They sat down on some couches to talk some more.

Levi told Kate he thought she was super-hot, and that they should have sex tonight. Kate wanted to tell Levi she had a boyfriend but couldn’t muster up the words to do so; she leaned in and kissed him instead. The two of them began making out on the couch, classmates around them dancing and drinking. The making out intensified, and Levi placed his hand on Kate’s bare thigh. He began to move his hand up, reaching the brim of her skirt. Kate’s body tensed. His hand slid beneath her skirt and over her panties. Levi started rubbing her pussy making her panties wet.

Some of the party guests noticed. They ısparta seks hikayeleri could see Levi’s hand rubbing over Kate’s lace panties. A few guys took out their phones and filmed. Kate and Levi noticed the extra attention they were getting and decided to move to his bedroom. He took her hand and guided her upstairs while fist-bumping some frat brothers on the way up.

When he got Kate into the bedroom the two of them immediately started having sloppy, drunk sex. They ripped off each other’s clothes and wasted no time fucking. Levi’s cock was long and vascular. It tipped slightly upward and had two big veins running its length. Kate’s pussy stretched gently around his rigid cock; their sweaty bodies pressed against each other.

Levi fucked Kate for close to 20 minutes, switching her into different positions throughout. Kate eagerly awaited his cum, orgasming a few times throughout their sex already. Levi shot him cum all over Kate’s breasts and stomach, her toned body glistened in the sweat and cum. Kate was exhausted from the sex and Levi passed out right away, so she spent the night.

The next morning Kate woke in a tired state in Levi’s bed. Her clothes were strewn over the floor, and she looked like a mess. She rustled in the sheets then felt and arm reach over her. Levi pulled her in and told her good morning. Kate told him she had to get home early and needed to leave. Levi responded by rubbing his erect cock gently on Kate’s bare ass under the sheets. His morning wood was incredibly hard. Kate bit her lip. She told him only if he was quick.

Levi rubbed his cock over Kate’s pussy, pressing his head against her clit. He slowly began working his cock into Kate, gently thrusting forward into her as she began to relax. Shortly he was in her fully, his erect upturned cock pressing into the back of her vagina making her squirm each time. Levi told her he was close and began to fuck her harder, pulling her in tighter while increasing speed. Kate moaned as she felt Levi’s warm cum fill deep inside her pussy. She let out an orgasmic sigh, then checked her phone and realized how late it was. Kate rushed her clothes back on and ran back home. Just minutes after Kate arrived back home my Uber pulled into her driveway. She opened the door wearing her outfit from the night before. Her makeup was still on, and her hair was a mess. I asked why she looked like that, and she said she passed out in in her bed with her clothes still on last night. Kate hurried me in and then said she was taking a shower.

The whole encounter seemed off to me. Kate smelled liked sweat and liquor. She appeared kind of panicked. I had no reason not to trust her at this point, so I decided to let it go for now. Kate emerged from the shower a new woman, clean and fresh. She cuddled up next to me in her bed naked and we lay together awhile before having sex.

Later that day Kate and I made our way onto campus so she could hand in a lab report. We came across Justin in the Chemistry building who called out to Kate. Justin and Kate started talking about class or something together, they made a few inside jokes that I tried to keep up with. They were laughing together, and his arm was around her the whole time. When we said our goodbyes, her hugged her waist low and I thought he may had grazed her butt. Worst of all Kate looked like she smiled in response to it. I couldn’t be sure and thought I was going crazy, so I said nothing.

That night we watched a movie and stayed in. We were back in Kate’s room at the end of the night when suddenly I heard some moans coming from David’s room. David had a girl over and was fucking her, intensely from the sounds of it. Her moans turned to light screams as I could hear David clapping against her hard.

I asked Kate if she was hearing this, and she responded that she was used to hearing it by now and that she understood why they were always so loud. I asked her what she meant by that, and she said she had heard he had a big dick and was really good in bed. That’s what some other girls had said. That night I was determined to fuck Kate like David had fucked whoever was in his room. I thrusted with all my power into her but could barely get a sound out of her. We switched into doggy where I grabbed her waist and pulled her back onto my cock. I fucked fast and hard before cumming inside her. I asked Kate if she finished, and she said no. She lay on her back while I fingered her and ate her out. We tried for a while, but Kate just couldn’t get there. She said she was tired, and we called it a night.

The next few days were mostly uneventful until one evening we went to the campus gym to work out together. i was in the free weights section and Kate was across the gym using a squat rack. I saw a muscular guy walk up to Kate and start talking with her. They were laughing before Kate did a 180, showing off her butt to the guy before he lightly tapped it. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I walked over there and introduced myself. Kate introduced James as the guy who was responsible for her new and improved ass. He then began talking to me about Kate and their workouts but out of the corner of my eye I could see Kate staring at his dick. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked like she was completely preoccupied. James wished us a good workout before turning to Kate and telling her they should do another cardio session together. Kate said anytime.

The whole interaction gave me a weird vibe. How could Kate let him touch her butt like that? She was dating me after all. Throughout the week it seemed like every guy Kate knew was super flirty, like I was always the odd one out on some valuable piece of information. The next day while Kate was with a study group, I decided to do some snooping. I started looking through her drawers, clothes, bathroom; anything that could give me some insight as to what was going on. Then in her closet, I found it.

Kept in a box in her closet was a journal. I flipped through it. I couldn’t believe what I saw. She kept a log of all the guys she had slept with, and wrote paragraphs about who she fucked, how they fucked her, how good it was. She wrote about the size of their dicks, her fantasies. She wrote about the times she received facials and the times guys had cum inside her. I noticed that despite us dating a long time, she hadn’t written about me all that often. Initially, after we started dating, she had written a lot, but since then much less. The last entry about me barely outlined anything. All it said was the sex was good enough, but she missed having a bigger cock to play with.

I was heartbroken. Something had seemed off, but I had no idea that my girlfriend had been cheating on me with every other guy on campus. We had a genuine connection, and I thought our sex had been great. The things that were written didn’t sound like the Kate I knew. It’s like there was the Kate I was dating and there was college Kate, the girl who fucked whoever she wanted and loved to show off for men.

I read the part about David. I couldn’t believe every morning he said hi so casually even though he had fucked my girlfriend’s brains out and blown his load on her face. I read the part about Justin. I knew he had seemed too flirty with here and I was confident he had brushed her ass when the three of us were talking. Apparently, he’d also fucked her in the ass, something she didn’t even let me do. I read about James. How it felt to be with a strong man that could take control like him. I couldn’t believe she had even fucked her professor. Some guy in his forties bending my girlfriend over his desk flashed in my mind.

I put the journal back and waited for Kate to return. I wasn’t sure how to address her and didn’t want to confess to reading her journal so I decided to see if I could get more evidence first. That night while Kate slept, I unlocked her phone with face ID. I snuck into the bathroom and sat on the toilet while opening Snapchat. I couldn’t believe how many guys were trying to hit her up. Guys asking her WYD? guys telling her she should come over. One guy had sent a dick pic captioned “See I told you I was thick.” I had the idea of going to her GPS settings and making her location visible to me. This way I could see if she was going where she said she was going.

Next, I opened her messages and found she had been texting with multiple guys. She had a whole album devoted to dick pics she’d received. Then I opened her messages from Jessica. Jessica messaged her “looks like you had a fun night Friday” and followed up with a video. I clicked play. The video was of Kate sitting on a couch at a party. She was making out with a guy heavily and his hand was up her skirt, rubbing her clit through her exposed panties. She was wearing the same outfit that she answered the door in when I first arrived.

I took pictures of everything with my phone as proof, then snuck back into bed. I was leaving in two days and needed to think about how to expose her before then. The next day I tried to act normal, but it was difficult after seeing everything I had seen the night before. Kate wanted to have sex but I all I could imagine was all these other guys that had fucked her. How she’d gagged on their cocks and cried out their names. It got me angry which gave me an erection. I gripped her waist tight as I fucked her hard. It felt good to let out my anger.

When it came time to leave, I decided not to mention that I knew about the cheating to Kate. I felt emasculated that she had been sleeping with so many other men and decided I didn’t want her to know I knew that. I told her I didn’t think that things were working out with the distance, and we had a seemingly amicable breakup.

After the plane landed, I took out my phone and opened Snapchat. I saw Kate was at a house on a nearby street. Delta Epsilon House, I realized. Only a few hours after we’d broken up and already, she was getting fucked by some frat guy.

I tortured myself for a while by checking in on her location too often. 2-3 times a week she would be at some other house late, sometimes not coming home. Most Fridays and Saturday’s she didn’t return home. I looked at the photos I’d taken off her phone. The dick pics she had saved and the video of her at the party. That whole time I thought she was all mine just to find out everyone on campus knew she slept around.

I came to realize I was never going to be what Kate needed. It was doomed as soon as she got a taste of what else was out there. Kate got so much attention and there was so much temptation; there was never a chance that she wasn’t going to explore her wild side in college. I was lucky I had Kate when I did.

I went on to date another woman. Our relationship is strong, and our sex is great. A part of me is always afraid of what could happen though. Kate had one mistake at one party, and everything spiraled from there. I’m always afraid the same thing could happen with my new girlfriend too.

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The heat kicked on, making Pia jump. Saoirse had been dozing off on Pia’s chest and looked up blearily. A horror movie had replaced the paleontology documentary Saoirse had picked earlier, and the light outside the windows was fading. Saoirse glanced up at the clock and saw that she’d been asleep for just over an hour. One of her yellow-furred ears had been squished under her head, and reached up to massage it. Her shoulder-length pale yellow hair was tousled, and her face was warm and pink.

Pia wore a similar long nightshirt, with her waist-length green hair down. Both she and Saoirse were paler than normal from staying indoors all winter, and lay on Pia’s couch under a heavy blanket.

“I didn’t know you liked cream puff horror movies,” yawned Saoirse, nuzzling back between Pia’s breasts and sticking her arm and feet out from under the blanket. Pia had been an effective heater as the room cooled around them, but Saoirse was beginning to sweat under the blanket.

“Cream puff horror?” snorted Pia. “That’s not a thing.”

Saoirse stretched a little and stopped suddenly. Her bladder was so full that she almost let go. “How much longer till six o’clock?” Having asked Pia for pointers in expanding her bladder, Saoirse decided on something simple: drinking a lot of tea and going to the bathroom on a timer. Her last trip had been at four o’clock, and had been disappointingly short.

The next five minutes were agonizingly slow for Saoirse. She wanted to reach down and squeeze her clitoris – a pseudopenis like a hyena’s, through which she urinated, copulated, and could give birth – but held off. She wanted to impress Pia with her bladder volume, so she pushed her clitoris between her crossed thighs and hoped that she could hold it.

When the clock hit 6:00. Saoirse tried to get up to rush to the bathroom, but almost leaked in an attempt to stand up. She took a deep breath and tried to collect herself when Pia stood up and hurried to the kitchen, coming back with a glass measuring cup. It had a label on the side, but Saoirse was too desperate to stop and read it. As soon as Pia lowered the measuring cup, Saoirse raised her shirt and let loose a whizzing jet of piss.

Saoirse was a little embarrassed to find her clitoris raising up and starting to harden. She reached down to aim the flow and looked up at Pia, who was watching her pee intently. The realization lezbiyen seks hikayeleri made Saoirse’s clitoris throb heavily in her hand.

“What’s up?” asked Pia, her face almost as red as her strange crimson irises.

Saoirse let out a long relieved sigh before responding: “Want to make this more fun?”

“How so?” asked Pia curiously.

“Make a contest out of it,” said Saoirse. The measuring cup was almost half full already. “You whiz into the measuring cup after this, and whoever fills it up more wins. Loser has to make dinner.”

Pia raised an eyebrow at Saoirse. “You sure about that?”

Saoirse was still filling the cup, but the clear stream was slowing. As it dwindled to a drip, Pia stood back up and gave Saoirse a quick kiss before taking the cup away to the kitchen. Saoirse stretched and lay back on the couch, letting her clitoris stand erect and uncovered.

“Almost 400ml,” announced Pia, carefully pouring the contents of the measuring cup down the sink.

Knock knock knock

Saoirse hurriedly sat back up and covered herself. Pia had jumped, but calmly answered the door. It was Azri.

Azri didn’t stay long: she was there to pick up the tea thermos she’d left that morning. As she left, though, she gave Pia a knowing wink and told her to have fun. Pia finished washing the measuring cup afterward, and oddly, went into the bathroom.

“Sersh?” called Pia a few seconds later. “Did you still want to have that contest?”

Saoirse scrambled to her feet. In the bathroom, Pia had taken her shirt off and stood in the shower area, holding the measuring cup. She started to lower it between her legs until Saoirse spoke up.

“May I do that?”

“Of course,” said Pia. Saoirse removed her shirt, slung it onto the sink with Pia’s, and strode over to the shower, trying not to look awkward with her fully-erect clitoris.

Pia handed Saoirse the measuring cup, and Saoirse lowered it between Pia’s legs as she squatted. Pia’s green pubic hair was trimmed, and made her inner labia look very pink when she used her fingers to spread it open. Once Saoirse had the cup steady, Pia expertly aimed and released a clear spray of piss. Saoirse watched; Pia hadn’t seemed like she’d needed to go, but before Saoirse knew it, Pia had easily passed the 400ml mark on the side.

The label on the side of the measuring cup was visible, and Saoirse read it aloud: “Urine…only?”

“I use it to measure my bladder capacity every so often,” said Pia. “I need to get a bigger one-” Something splashed on the floor: the cup was overflowing. Saoirse didn’t know what to do, so she froze and held the cup in place while the cup dripped piss on her hands.

Pia’s flow stopped suddenly with a small twitch of her pussy. She let herself drip for a few seconds before stepping back and letting Saoirse stand up.

“Looks like you win,” said Saoirse, trying to hold the measuring cup steady. “I warn you though: I’m a terrible cook.” Pia leaned in close enough for Saoirse’s clitoris to poke her in the thigh. It made Saoirse shiver.

“Tell you what,” said Pia. “I’ll cook if you let me try penetration.”

Saoirse kissed Pia on the mouth, and it gave her butterflies in her stomach when Pia kissed back. Saoirse’s grip on the handle of the heavy measuring cup faltered, and some of its warm contents splashed their feet. Saoirse moaned into Pia’s mouth and broke off the kiss.

“If you want to try penetration, let me cool down a bit,” panted Saoirse. “I won’t last long at this rate.”

Saoirse told Pia where to look in her backpack, and Pia came back with a small red drawstring bag. She opened it and took out a long, thin purple vibrator. It was heavy for its size and made of a vaguely pearlescent plastic with an angled tip and a base that could be turned to turn on and adjust the vibration.

Saoirse lay on her back on the warm tile floor and opened her legs. Her clitoris was almost fully hard, with a swollen, undefined head and a bead of clear fluid bubbling out of the top. Underneath, Saoirse had something resembling a scrotum as well: a fused labia. Pia stroked it, and Saoirse’s clitoris twitched.

“Hold on,” Saoirse whimpered. “I have to concentrate.”

Pia watched Saoirse’s clitoris start to pull back, slowly retracting into her.

“Are we going to need lube?” asked Pia. Saoirse shook her head and stuck a finger in where her clitoris had retracted. It came away coated with more shiny fluid than she’d expected.

“Not this time,” said Saoirse.

With Saoirse’s guidance, Pia slid the vibrator into her. Pia slowly thrust it in and out, getting small twitches and moans from Saoirse. When Pia sped up, Saoirse immediately started to move her hips along with her.

Saoirse cried out, making Pia jump and slow down. “D-don’t stop,” she gasped, arching her back and grabbing her own small breasts. “Faster!”

Saoirse tried to focus in an attempt to last longer, but she couldn’t. Her hips bucked on their own, and her tail whipped from side to side beneath her. She bit her lip in an attempt to muffle her moans, but they still echoed in the bathroom.

The next minute or so was an intense blur. Saoirse tasted blood and let up on her lip just before another orgasm contraction hit, only to cry out again. When Saoirse finally finished she sank to the floor, warm, sweating, and shaking.

“S-sorry about th-that,” Saoirse had to pause to catch her breath.

“About what?” asked Pia, setting aside the vibrator.

“The loudness. If there was anyone outside they’ve definitely called Miss May on us.” panted Saoirse.

“If they do I’ll just give you a new hickey,” said Pia, leaning down and kissing Saoirse’s forehead. As though on cue, Saoirse’s stomach growled.

“I’ll take it. You drive a hard bargain,” Saoirse yawned, sitting up.

Pia turned on the shower and took a quick rinse with Saoirse. In the warm water, Saoirse rested her head on Pia’s shoulder. Saoirse’s clitoris had already relaxed and extended back out to its flaccid state. The rest of her was relaxed too, and she felt like she could fall asleep right there on her feet until an urge struck her.

“Pia, I need to whiz again,” said Saoirse, already draining her bladder in a steady stream on Pia’s legs as she stepped back. Saoirse glanced around for the measuring cup and saw it sitting next to the shower. “Can we measure it and add it to my total from earlier?”

Pia reached down and aimed the flow. It would’ve given Saoirse an instant stiffy, but she was still worn out after her last orgasm. “No need to measure. I forfeit. I already had dinner planned anyway.”

“Does that mean I can still eat you out?” asked Saoirse, barely holding back a yawn.

“I never reneged on the offer,” purred Pia. “Just ask first.”

Impatient for dinner, Pia got out of the shower first. It didn’t take long for Saoirse to finish and dry off, but when she had, she came entered the kitchen to find Pia pouring them both cups of tea while a large pot heated on the stove behind her. Saoirse tried to help cook, but Pia had already gotten everything into the pot. They restarted the horror movie, and Saoirse fell asleep in her favorite spot between Pia’s breasts while they waited.

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1. A Decisive Handball Match

My name is Dina Aydoğan, and I’m not the kind of person who makes bets. Usually. I’m more sort of the rational, calculating law student. The kind of person who wants to keep control of her chances. Which is often hard when you bet.

I’m a German of Turkish descent, studying law at the university of Kiel in Northern Germany. Right now, though, I’m taking a break in my studies, pursuing other possibilities after five demanding and intense semesters. But I’m determined to return to the Faculty of Law at some point and get my degree.

People have often referred to me as “pretty”. In all modesty, I have to agree. I’m 24 years old, 176 centimetres standing on my bare feet, have a athletic body, big brown eyes with long lashes, and an appealing smile. I used to have waist-long, black hair with natural curls and complain about the size of my too small A cup boobs. But not anymore.

So why did I make that bet if I’m really so rational?

One: I was drunk. Two: Misunderstood loyalty towards the SG Flensburg-Handewitt’s men’s handball team.

You have to understand that handball is really big in these parts. In case you’re not familiar with the sport: It’s a game with seven players on each side who try to throw a ball with a diameter of 15-20 centimetres into the other team’s goal of two times three meters. It’s played on a pitch of 20 times 40 meters, and here in Kiel it is watched by thousands of excited spectators in a large indoor arena, the Ostseehalle. The same is the case in Flensburg, my hometown, where I used to be an elite player myself as a teenager.

As it happens, Germany’s two leading handball teams are both at home in our small, northern region of Schleswig-Holstein, the SG Flensburg-Handewitt and the THW Kiel. Each year the two clubs, from towns only 90 kilometres apart, compete about the German handball championship without giving competitors from other parts of our federal republic much of a chance.

To study law, I moved from Flensburg to the state capital Kiel where I am now surrounded and sadly outnumbered by fanatic fans of Germany’s second-best men’s handball team. And they strangely suffer from the delusion that their pathetic idols are not the second-best but the best.

Anyway, I was at this bar, dressed in T-shirt, jeans, and my Handball Spezial sneakers that I wore constantly at the time. And as usual I wore no make-up. I was together with my fellow law student Tobias, who is an ardent supporter of THW Kiel, and some others. It was the night before the match between Flensburg and Kiel in the Ostseehalle that would decide the championship.

Tobias is a rich kid. He grew up in a villa in Düsternbrook with a nice view of the fjord and a private swimming pool. So he promised me that he would take me to New York for at one-week, all-inclusive holiday if Flensburg were to win against Kiel.

I, the daughter of poor, hard-working immigrants, had never been to America and had no chance of putting anything similar at stake in the bet.

“What will you pay me when the Zebras win tomorrow?” he asked, referring to the Kiel players by their nickname.

“That’s so hypothetical,” I insisted, gulping down another mouthful of Pilsener from the brewery of my hometown.

“Well, Dina, you have nothing to lose then.”

“I know, Tobi.”

“So what is your part of the bet?”

I contemplated the situation for a moment. Then it came to me:

“If Flensburg loses, which they don’t, I will have the logo of THW Kiel tattooed on my back.”

I believe Tobias would understand that this, in the inconceivable event of a Kiel victory, would be a huge sacrifice. Earlier that night, I had entertained him about my disdain for tattoos as a sign of very bad taste.

“What size?” Tobias asked with a smile.

“I don’t know. Any size you want.”

“Okay.”

Tobias got up and walked around me. He spread his fingers and placed his large hand on the upper right part of my T-shirt.

“I want it to be the size of a handball. And I want you to keep it visible all summer,” he specified.

I agreed to wearing a bikini, a very low neckline shirt, or a backless dress whenever weather permitted it. The ugly zebra logo would have to remain in place and not be covered by other tattoos for at least a year and be surrounded by the words DEUTSCHER MEISTER (“German Champion”).

“But I can cover it with another tattoo after a year?” I asked.

“Sure. But there’s a lot of black ink in the Zebra logo, so it will be really hard to cover,” Tobias explained with a wicked grin and agreed to pay for the tattoo he was clearly looking forward to getting me.

Then we shot a short video in which we explained what we each would do if we lost the bet and, stupidly, put it on Facebook and Instagram for the world to see.

The next morning, I woke up, badly hung-over.

I remembered the bet and texted Tobias:

“Let’s forget about last night.”

He answered immediately:

“Did we have sex?”

Then, after 10 seconds of silence, he wrote:

“Just joking.”

“Let’s kütahya seks hikayeleri forget the bet!” I texted.

“No way. You’re on, babe!”

“But it’s so unfair. You got all that money and I get to wear an ugly tattoo with that ridiculous zebra.”

“Right! Cause we’re gonna win today.”

“Can we meet?”

“Sure. See you at the Ostseehalle this afternoon.”

“No. Before!”

Tobias stopped answering my texts. I opened Instagram and Facebook. Our video had hundreds of likes and smiley faces from Kiel supporters. And lots of puke faces from Flensburg fans. And comments like: “Traitor!” and “I can’t believe you did that!”

The arena that afternoon was filled with over 10.000 screaming and singing fans, most of them dressed up in black and white as fucking zebras.

The Flensburg team had a bad day. We lost 32-27. Afterwards, Tobias had a few beers with me to celebrate while I drank to brace myself for what was ahead. After an hour at a bar, he dragged me to a place next to the harbour and the main railway station called Förde Tattoo.

2. The Zebra Tattoo

The tattoo artist was a muscular, Viking-type guy named Günther with blond, curly hair. He must be heavier than 120 kilos and more than two meters tall. Apart from his face and palms, all visible skin was covered with tattoos. And I mean covered. Judging from the photos on the walls, the THW Kiel zebra logo seemed to be one of his specialities. As it happened, he was a fanatic supporter himself and Tobias and he gloated and joked as he tortured me with his machine.

I got goosebumps all over while he went to work on me. At first, I just sensed the pain. Then I caught myself moaning without being able to determine whether it was out of pain or pleasure. At one point I fantasised about being thoroughly fucked by this tattooed giant who smelled of cigarettes and sweat and was able to work so meticulously and precisely using his huge hands to force the disgusting zebra logo into a large area of my skin.

“You like it?” Tobias asked as I looked at my ugly tattoo in the mirror before Günther carefully wrapped it in transparent plastic for protection.

“What do you think?”

“Too bad your team is only second best, Dina.”

I was silent as I didn’t want to dignify his insult with an answer.

Tobias paid and shook hands with Günther.

I felt this nearness to Günther and threw myself into his bear hug.

“I don’t like the tattoo. But I like being tattooed by you,” I said.

“You do?” he said, surprised, as he found a Marlboro in his pack and opened the door for us.

Günther lit his cigarette outside the shop, and we stood for some seconds in a silent triangle.

“You can come back for a tattoo that you like. I’ll give you a good price,” he said.

“Thank you. I’ll think about it.”

I gave Günther a peck on the cheek before I walked away with Tobias.

“What was that?” Tobias asked as we were out of Günther’s earshot.

“What was what?” I asked, knowing only too well what he asked about.

“You seem to have pretty good chemistry with the tattoo artist who just gave you a tattoo that you hate.”

“He’s nice.”

“Nice? I’m nice. And well, we’ve hugged… But you never kissed me.”

“And I’m not going to, asshole,” I laughed at Tobias.

The victory celebration continued in the streets of Kiel and at the bar where we went afterwards to wash down the experience with more beers and ease the pain from my sore back. The other bar guests applauded my tattoo and laughed when they heard the story behind it. At the end of the evening, after a large quantity of Pilsener, even I was laughing along. However, with a queasy feeling.

The next morning, I woke up at the sound of my phone. It was Jonas, the chairman of the SG Flensburg-Handewitt fan club for which I managed the video blog on Instagram and YouTube.

“You’re not going to get that tattoo, are you, Dina?”

For a moment I felt the soreness of my shoulder even more clearly than the hangover.

“I already got it,” I admitted.

“You got a fucking zebra on your shoulder the size of a handball?”

“Tobi insisted. We went directly from the Ostseehalle to this tattoo artist to get it done. There was no way around it.”

“You know what, Dina? You’re fired! Have fun with your new handball heroes. I’d stay out of Flensburg if I were you. Have a good life in Kiel!”

He hung up.

3. Distraction

Later, over breakfast, my roommate Klara asked me how I felt about my new tattoo.

“I feel rotten. Like a traitor.”

“Don’t. You defended our club by going into that bet. Because you really believed that we were the best, right?” Klara asked. She’s another handball fanatic and a member of the Flensburg student team with whom I used to play against a Kiel team every Saturday afternoon in a local sports centre.

“That’s sweet of you. I guess I just bet on the wrong terms.”

“Definitely. But tattoos are cool, don’t you think?” Klara already had several and kept getting new ones as she could afford it.

“Actually, I was never fond of tattoos. I mean… I do like yours. But I never thought of myself as a tattoo person.”

The truth was that I considered tattoos extremely poor taste. And beyond that, it was not suitable for the daughter of two Turkish peasants, who had struggled all their adult lives for their daughter to have a prestigious education and career in Germany, to get tattoos that were, in their minds, associated with prostitutes and drunken sailors. But I guess the lid was off now that I had the zebra.

“I agree that this zebra is ugly,” Clara went on. “And it’s too bad that you have to wear it for a whole year. But why don’t you get another tattoo to divert attention from the zebra?”

“Another tattoo?”

“Yeah! You could get a big, colourful tattoo on the left side of your back. And people would look at that and not at the boring zebra. If you got a big and eye-catching tattoo next to that stupid zebra, it wouldn’t stand out as much. It would be a distraction from the humiliation of having to walk around with the logo of THW Kiel tattooed on your back.”

“A big tattoo. Do you realise how expensive big tattoos are? Tobi paid 300 € for this. And it’s black and white.”

“I’m painfully aware. But maybe you could get it for free.”

“How?”

“You’re a really pretty girl. Your skin is a perfect showcase for an ambitious tattoo artist. I’m sure that some skilful artwork on your back with the name and contact info of the tattoo studio would attract new customers.”

Next thing I knew, I was on the phone with Günther, the Viking from Förde Tattoo.

“Remember me? You tattooed the THW Kiel logo on my shoulder yesterday?”

“Oh yeah. The Flensburg girl. How’s it going? Did you get used to it?”

“Well, how shall I put it… I feel a little asymmetrical…”

“Yes?”

“I mean… being just tattooed on the one side of my back. And I really felt comfortable while you did this to me.”

“You did? I’m glad. Most people say it hurts like hell.”

“It did. Don’t get me wrong. But at the same time, it was… thrilling and… stimulating. So I was thinking of getting something on the other shoulder.”

“I don’t do SG Flensburg-Handewitt logos, if that’s what you had in mind.”

“It wasn’t. And I can’t have that according to my contract with Tobias. I was more thinking along the lines of using my back as advertising space.”

“Advertising space? What kind of advertising?”

“Well… Please tell me if this sounds silly… But I was going to offer the left side of my upper back to you. You could, you know, draw some of your fine artwork and then Förde Tattoo and your phone number and email address. And I’m bound by my contract with Tobias to wear backless dresses all summer so it will be very visible. I also plan to highlight it on my Instagram where I have 800 followers and hope to get more soon.”

“And how much would I have to pay for that?”

“Nothing.”

Günther was silent for some seconds.

“You’re not joking, are you?”

“Not at all.”

“And you have thought this through?”

“Yes.”

“I’d say, it’s a deal. Can you come by this afternoon, Dina. Your name’s Dina, right?”

“Sure.”

The second time around, my experience with getting tattooed by Günther was even more intense. I got goosebumps and sensed a deep pleasure while he tortured me with his machine. It took more than three times as long as he was using a lot of colours for his very detailed floral painting with Förde Tattoo featured in large cursive handwriting with the phone number and email address below.

I was very satisfied with the result. It made the black-only tattoo on the right side look inconspicuous and pale in comparison. Exactly what I wanted.

We went outside the shop so Günther could have a cigarette.

“Want one?”

He offered me his Marlboro pack.

“No thanks. I don’t smoke. I’m this healthy, sporty girl. I play handball, you know.”

“I see. Probably smart of you.”

Günther lit his cigarette. I sensed a strong urge to have sex with him but didn’t really know how it would sound if I suggested it here and now. And I needed to hurry home.

Klara and I had made the plan that I should address the followers of the video blog before Jonas changed the password. I would explain how I had lost a bet defending the club’s honour, show off my second tattoo, and invite the followers to my personal Instagram.

I kissed Günther on the cheek and soon managed to broadcast a video on the fan club Instagram and YouTube accounts. Two hours later the password had been changed. But I had 300 new followers on my own Instagram. And the number grew the following days.

4. My Business Model

Three days later Klara and I were having dinner in our kitchen.

“I’d really like Günther to do some work on me,” I said.

“You mean tattoo you? Or fuck you?”

“Both. I dream of him at night. I wake up with this soaking wet pussy. He’s all I can think of.”

“So if you want to spend time with him, you should get more tattoos.”

“I know. Should I go back and ask him to put more ads for his tattoo studio on me.”

“Maybe not for his studio. Maybe you could make some money in the process.”

“How?”

“Look at the jerseys and shorts of the handball players. They have logos of five or six sponsors.”

“Yes?”

“Why do you think that is?”

“Well… to get money from the sponsors I guess.”

“Exactly.”

“Why don’t you do the same?”

“You mean… with tattoos?”

“Yes.”

“But the players are on tv and play in front of thousands every weekend. Why would sponsors like to have their logos tattooed on me?”

“Social media, girl. You have a strong Instagram presence. And it’s growing. Why don’t you announce that you have more commercial space available on your back.”

“My back isn’t that big.”

“I know. But you have legs and arms. There’s plenty of space. Not that you’re fat, though.”

“So you want me to get all covered in commercials.”

“Why not? It’s an easy way to make money. I guess it beats working at that law firm.”

The next day I made sure to casually walk by Günther’ studio. He stood outside, smoking.

“Hi. What’s up? Slow day for your business?” I asked, trying to remember the lines I had rehearsed. I was nervous and horny at the same time.

“You could say that,” he agreed and inhaled from his Marlboro.

Then I made him this business proposition: I would sell commercial space on my skin to customers. They would pay me for the space and Günther for the tattoo work.

“I’d make an exclusivity agreement with you and we’d be in this together,” I suggested.

“You may get a lot of tattoos you don’t like, Dina.”

“I don’t care. They can’t possibly be worse than the zebra.”

Günther chuckled while I continued.

“And of course, I’ll have the right to veto tattoos that advertisers want to put on me. I’m not going to let some neo-Nazis tattoo swastikas all over me or something like that.

“And I wouldn’t do that kind of work.”

“Exactly. So what do you say?”

“I say yes,” Günther concluded and tossed his cigarette on the pavement. We went inside the shop and shot a video for my Instagram to present our new business model to the public.

Trendy bars and fancy clothing in Kiel stores started buying advertising space on me. Within a week I had tattoos on both arms and both legs. Günther was happy with the extra income but struggled to find time to do the work. We had to put in a night shift now and then to meet the demand.

5. My Bald Head as a Campaign Ad

One afternoon while Günther was working on my left calf, his phone rang.

“It’s for you, Dina,” he said and handed it to me.

“Yes?” I said, moaning in pain and sexual arousal as Günther went back to work.

“Excuse me?” a man’s voice said.

“Sorry. I’m being tattooed. Who is this?”

“This is Phillipp Graf Lambsdorff. I believe you know who I am?”

“Oh, yes. We’ve had together seminars at uni.”

I immediately knew who this guy was. An irritating fifth-generation law student with political ambitions.

“Yes. And I am your candidate for parliament here in the Kiel constituency for the Free Democrats.”

“Okay.”

I knew I wasn’t going to vote for this neo-liberal asshole under any circumstances.

“What can I do for you, Phillipp?” I asked in a friendly voice.

“Well, I’m one of your keen followers on Instagram and I’m following the sale of your… advertising space with great interest.”

“You are?”

“Yes. And I thought I’d better get in touch before it’s too late. I’d like to place a big ad on a very visible part of your body and what I had…”

I interrupted him.

“Before you go on, Phillipp, I have to tell you that most of the attractive spots may be taken. At least, they are if you’re talking big ads.”

“I don’t think so.”

“You don’t? Well, you’ve seen on my video blog how quickly the available space is sold, haven’t you?”

“Not the space I have in mind. Please hear me out, Dina, okay?”

“Okay?”

“I want you to shave off all your hair and let me use your bald scalp as an advertising space. I’m…”

“No way, Phillipp!” I laughed him off.

“I said, hear me out, please. I’m going to pay you 50.000 € for this. 25.000 when you get the tattoo and another 25.000 on the day after the election if you have lived up to the contract. And as a bonus, I’ll pay a third instalment of another 25.000 if I become a member of the next Bundestag.”

“Really?”

“Yes. 75.000 € is a lot of money, isn’t it?”

“It is. But I’m not going to vote for you.”

“Who cares? Vote for anyone you like. Just keep it secret to the public. You’re a major influencer now, so I need you to sign a non-disclosure agreement about our financial arrangement and about your personal political sympathies. You have to agree to not cover your head at any time until election day in September and you must shave it carefully every day, of course. But on the day after the election, you can start growing your hair. And after some weeks the whole thing will he invisible and forgotten.”

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The party was about to come to an end with most of the participants having gone downtown to enjoy city life. While Laura had left to give private tuition of an hour to one of her pupils, Elena and Emily were attending the funeral of a friend of theirs and their mother’s to join their classmates later on. John was the only one who had somehow managed to stay out of lingering on some sidewalks for no reason. He had not convinced himself it was the right decision not to stay at home on his own. In fact his university group consisted of nice guys and beautiful girls of his age but he had not managed to feel less lonely with them than without them. It did not work, whysoever. He was sitting at the table with a wide range of food mainly consumed.

On the one hand he was enjoying the opportunity to eat all the food he had normally no access to, on the other hand however he had been blocked by the fact that he was not the host and would therefore have taken food he was not necessarily supposed to. He was not even eager to stand up, he just detested acting on the field of others. He was instead waiting for Laura to arrive. Although she would never have beaten John in any way, not even with gloves, he knew Laura would be a feminine person to generally rely on. Instead of urging time John was thinking about what corona restrictions the free masons would think of in October. Furthermore he was laughing at a joke he had created on his own. Enough time had gone by, and the door suddenly opened.

– Hi! – Laura said.

– Hello! – John replied.

– Where are all the others?! – she asked.

– Well, they’ve left to hang out downtown. They’ll arrive in an hour or so.

– And why are you here on your own?! – Laura asked.

– To wait for you – John answered.

Laura did not want to near John indeed but she did not wish to hurt him either. She was even pleased by his kind words. John meant to feel how he would soon be dumped by his classmate. Laura however did not hesitate to suggest:

– You wanna play?! – she pointed at the nine men’s morris under the table.

– Ehm, yeah – John replied.

They began playing. John enjoyed fighting against a girl and put much effort in defeating his opponent. While playing he was staring at Laura, who was not ugly but rather smart than perfect looking. Her limbs reminded John of indestructible weapons made of rubber-steel alloy. Laura had chosen comfortable clothes, including sneakers, trousers and a red long sleeve shirt. She was not afraid of John because she knew exactly how to behave – and to make behave. Furthermore she had taken boxing courses, which made her confidence reliable as well. She did also have a boyfriend she would never have left.

– I haven’t played this for ages – John said.

– Neither have I – Laura replied, and made a few steps to win that particular game.

John was not physically attractive but he was not necessarily ugly either. He was small, chunky and cute in a way. It was rather his intelligence that made him so special. Although he felt how Laura did not fit to him and he did not really feel attracted to Laura, he would not have minded to get raped by her.

Despite the differences between their personalities Laura and John liked having a conversation with each other since they had learnt to cherish the opportunity to listen to an intelligent person. They had been playing for a while when they heard someone coming in.

– Ah, they’ve arrived – Laura said.

John did not react to the noise. He was rather waiting for the things to happen.

– Hi! – Emily said after entering the room. – How are you? – she asked Laura.

– Hello! – Elena said. – Nice to see you!

John was about to say hello but instead he just articulated and nodded because the sisters did not really take notice of him.

– We’ve been playing and the others are downtown – Laura explained. – They’re coming in about half an hour – she added.

John did not say anything. He was waiting for Laura to move. After a short small talk with the sisters she continued playing to come to an end.

– You wanna play with John, iskenderun seks hikayeleri Emily?! – she asked. – I feel sort of tired.

Emily did apparently not want to play with John. She did not feel like looking at his face. She did not even want to decline.

– Come on, have a go! – Laura offered. – Meanwhile I’ll eat something – she added.

Emily took a seat opposite John and stared at his chest to learn to look at his face. John’s soul saw two girls who were utterly attractive. Emily was wearing high heels, a hose, black tailored trousers, a white blouse and a black blazer. She had black hair and brown eyes. Not only her face was pretty but her curves attracted every male eye, too. She was a beauty. As a social climber she was delighted to have her body helping her but she did not necessarily succeed all the time. Elena pointed to one of her sister’s pieces.

– Oh, yeah – Emily replied gratefully to beat one of John’s pieces.

Elena was wearing nearly the same clothes as her sister: black open arch heels, black tailored trousers, a white shirt and a black blazer. Plus she was using her sunglasses as hair band. She was a bit taller than Emily and even thinner. Disgustingly thin. Her pale skin made her narrow fingers look even scary. On the other hand she was very attractive, just like her sister. Her long legs emphasized the perfectly shaped triangle made up of her hips and her genitals. She had dropped one of her shoes to stretch her sole she had been pressing her shoe with all day.

– You mustn’t go like that! – John said, having realised he would not be able to win the game.

Emily was confused by John’s words. She was not eager to react but she had to:

– Why not?! – she shrugged her shoulders slightly, not seeing John’s point.

– Fuck… – John articulated loudly.

Emily had lip-read John’s word. She had been fed up with the entire day anyway and she just could not resist getting upset:

– Were you addressing me?! – she asked John as if she had been waiting for the moment.

Although John did not mean to offend the sisters, his remark turned out to be a Freudian slip. He was not wanting to provoke but he was not willing to apologise either. He would even have hurt the girls more. In fact he did not understand himself but at the same time he felt his own point.

– Would you please stop talking to me like that?! – Emily said.

Just like Emily, John could not prevent corresponding words either. He spontaneously decided to claim some respect the uncomfortable way:

– This is what you exude – he said.

This was the final straw. Both Elena and Emily even needed a moment to realise what words they were being expected to swallow. After a short hesitation Elena slapped John, feeling the urge to protect her sister. John simply ignored he was acting with a woman. He just stood up and hit back. Elena feeling the pain quickly kicked John into the groin. While the gentleman was recovering, Elena dragged him into the bathroom. John was going to punch Elena into the stomach but the lady was quicker and snapped John’s throat to push it against the wall. Elena was not necessarily strong but she knew exactly how to weaken her opponent. She was squeezing John’s throat, barely leaving him any opportunity to even think of protecting himself in a way. John was hoping Elena would change her strategy but she kept squeezing. He finally managed to remove Elena’s thin arm but Elena just took her other arm to continue squeezing John’s throat. While dazing John Elena used her other hand to squeeze John’s genital. John couldn’t help but realise he was being tortured and in the need of begging for pardon. The darkish room, her dark clothes and her pale hands made Elena appear like devil himself.

Even Laura and Emily could hear John begging and screaming. Although Laura felt the whole thing is not her business anyway and it is in fact John’s task to protect himself as a boy, she meant to know Elena had gone too far, she even felt sorry for John. She did not want to intervene anyway because she thought she would only humiliate John. Emily did have an idea of what John was going through but she had an explanation for not feeling sorry for him – just in case. She was grateful for her sister’s help to get on with boys.

John’s face turned red and he tore up. Instead of suffocating John Elena let him fall onto the ground. While John was lying on the floor, Elena took her right foot out of her shoe and placed it onto John’s neck. It was exactly the foot she was shoeplaying with on the video John had recorded. While John was groaning with pain, Elena turned her pale face to John and politely informed him with a calm and gentle voice:

– If you film me once again without my permission, we’ll meet again. If you film my sister, I’ll torture you to death!

Elena took a last look at John’s eyes for a couple of seconds to lift her foot from John’s throat and gently put it back into her shoe. She had simply been fed up with laughing at a little waster who had not managed to show any respect towards her and her sex at all. Her main motif was however to protect her little sister. If she had been on her own, she would not necessarily have taken on with John because she was insecure about her ability to transmit feelings to her fellow human beings. Hence she had relied on superficial people that were not necessarily keen on rummaging around in her unbalanced mind. One could say John was a good challenge she was able to face more or less successfully. She had begun to think about how to come across Laura and Emily when going back but their fellow students helped her by having arrived.

-Hello, how are you?! – Elena said with a gentle smile on her face after she saw her fellow students.

– Hi, nice to see you! – the others said.

– We climbed all the way to the square – Brian reported. – We even had some ice cream – he added.

– Oh, did you?! – Elena remarked.

– Did you see the tower? – Laura asked.

– Yeah, but it was quite expensive, so we didn’t go in. We went to the sweet shop instead… – Jane laughed.

While the conversations were going on, John had recovered in a way and closed the door after he heard the others arrive, and turned on the light to pretend he is ‘in the bathroom’. He was afraid of the others seeing him beaten up, hence he did everything to look as normal as possible. He did not like the idea of the others learning about his dispute with Elena. He knew neither Elena nor Emily were candidates to tell him on because the situation was bizarre to them as well. It was rather Laura John was afraid of, imagining her objectively pointing at their argument. He just did not want to betray the others by being kind to them and making them afterwards realize he is a disgusting pervert – and disappointing them. He calmed himself by hoping they would split the group and lure at least one or two people onto his side, especially those with knowledge of human nature and a small portion of hatred towards Elena.

– Hello! – Jane said with a smile after she noticed John entering the room to greet the new participants.

– Hi! – John answered with a kind smile on his face.

John was not someone to be in the middle of the group, hence he was not being expected to say much anyway. Laura was staring with big eyes because she was simply afraid of doing something wrong. Emily was enjoying the fact that her sister had just beaten up John – not least in her interest – but she was not really interested in dealing with the situation. Elena had just thrown an eye on John through her hair. They kept avoiding any contact with John first and foremost lest he assume Elena is the right person to feel sexually attracted to.

– Ya know why Sam’s not coming to the playground?! – Brian asked.

After a short moment of patience he answered his own question:

– Sam was stillborn! – he said with a cheeky seriousness on his face.

John burst out laughing. Not only did he find the joke funny but he was also enjoying the fact that Brian was telling it exactly at a moment Elena and Emily have just attended a funeral. The other group members did like the joke as well, except Fran, whose sister Sarah had died in a car accident the year before.

The small conversations came little by little to an end. When the members were about to say good-bye, Emily turned to Jane to make her a kind offer:

– Jane, you wanna have our lift?! – she asked. – We’re going to Robert – she added.

– Oh, sure, thanks! – Jane answered. – John, you can join us if we have another seat left. You live nearby, don’t you?!

– Ehm… – John said.

– Come on, you don’t wanna be alone all the time, do you?! – Jane kindly added.

Both the sisters and John were not prepared. It was indeed dark outside and everything was closed so that there was no excuse for John. The girls did not know either how to explain to Jane John was the last piece they wished to have in their car.

When the students had said goodbye to each other, Elena, Emily, Jane and John took a seat in the car. Emily pushed her seat forward in order to avoid any verbal exchange with John. The seat belts got fastened, and a slight silent invaded the car. John heard Elena drop her shoes to drive barefooted. During the journey John was watching Elena’s right foot pump the pedals and right hand shift the gears. John was in fact amazed by Elena’s driving skills although he had been seeing the hand and the foot his throat had been tightened and loosened by just some time ago.

– You still have enough pupils?! – Jane turned to John.

– Yeah, I do – John said. – It’s just some of them cancel in the last minute, which is quite annoying if it occurs many times – he added.

– What are you teaching exactly?!

– I’m doing Maths, French and Finnish – John said with a slight embarrassment on his face.

– Oh, that’s amazing! – Jane got wowed.

– Yeah, you know, it sounds good and everything but deep in my heart I only do English and Finnish – he corrected. – I do master the other subjects at a certain level but I know there are enough people to correct my mistakes – he explained.

– Yeah, but even though it’s not bad… – Jane replied.

– What about you?! – John threw the ball. – You’re still learning Greek?!

– Certainly!

– You go often, don’t you?!

– Yeah, during holidays we visit my parents – Jane reported.

– Well, then your life is diversified as well – John acknowledged.

– It is in fact just the distance, you know…

– Oh, I like that – John remarked. – Some of us are quite proud of not seeing their family members but twice a year – he added.

They arrived near John’s house, and Elena stopped to let John out.

– Bye, all the best! – John said.

– See ya on Monday, have a good weekend! – Jane said.

Elena just turned her head in John’s direction. She was about to say goodbye but she did not. Emily was watching John get out through the mirrors. The car restarted and it was Jane’s turn to alight.

– Jane, would you mind leaving at the roundabout?! – she asked. – I’m asking because it’s a bit difficult to turn around in the narrow streets – she explained.

– That’s perfectly fine! – Jane said. – Don’t be kidding! – she added.

– I hope it won’t be much farther away – Elena said. – It is indeed not a good place to pass by car.

– That’s absolutely ok, and thank you so much for your lift! – she said.

– Are you coming on Monday? – Emily asked.

– I’ll see, don’t know yet – Jane replied. – I’ll have to get up early on Tuesday.

– Ah, ok… – Emily said. – Then we’ll meet on Monday anyway!

– That’s right! – Jane said. – Thanks again and bye!

– You’re welcome, see you! – Emily said.

– Have a good weekend! – Elena added.

– And you! Bye! – Jane responded, and shut the door.

A huge silent pervaded the car. The sisters took a moment to revise the evening, and suddenly started giggling. It was mainly the fact that they were acting as gangsters at an innocent meeting of students. It was unusual, something you seldom do, especially to Elena, who was proud of her sister to help her interacting socially. Luckily to Emily the age gap between her and her sister was small enough to expect Elena to be on her side forever and for always because to her finding a man all the time did not seem to be promising with regard to the future.

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She opened the door to our apartment and tossed her purse on a chair. “I’ve got to get out of this baggy dress,” she said with the exhale of a dull day. As an elementary school teacher, she wears colorful but conservative clothing that does an excellent job of concealing her luscious, curvy body. She unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She undid the bun that held her hair up all day and shook her dark curls like a lion’s mane. Now, standing before me was an Egyptian goddess wearing only a flimsy top, stockings, and heels. I love it when she wears that tight tank-top with no bra underneath. The soft cotton fabric is thin and her fabulous nipples stand proud saying, “Come pinch, pull, fuck, and suck me.” I’ve certainly done the fucking and sucking bits, but until tonight had not ventured to pinching or pulling. It was going to be a landmark evening for both of us.

Lana has jet black curly hair down past her shoulders. Her Middle Eastern eyes are mesmerizing, always deeply looking through me – mysterious and very sexy. Somehow, she can see my deepest desires and needs. Under her daytime schoolmarm exterior lives a sexual vixen, ready for anything. She flashes me a smile and says,”Oh God, I’ve missed you.”

Her words sing throughout my body as I feel an urgency in my heart and my groin. “I’ve missed you too, and those nasty things you like to do.”

She glides across the room, wraps her arms around my neck, and kisses me deeply. I feel her ample breasts pressing on me and everything beats harder. It’s a warm day and am only wearing sweatpants. As her divine nipples rub against my bare chest, I slide my hands down to cup her round, full ass. “Mmmm, mommy likey,” she breathes.

“Well, that’s good because tonight I want to take us both to places we’ve never been.”

She pulls back a little and looks me in the eye. “Oh my, will I be able to handle it?”

“I hope not,” I reply. Her smile broadens.

“Are they still inside?” I ask.

We both love the smell, feel and sensation of rubber and latex. Before she left for work this morning, I had taken a pair of long, slick amber rubber gloves and fucked them inside her. I used my cock to slip one glove up her pussy and the other up her ass. Both gloves were in her holes so deep that only a bit of the rolled cuffs of each peaked out. She left for work with my cum leaking out of the glove in her cunt. I told her she was to keep them inside her all day.

“Were you able to figure out how to pee with that glove up your pussy?” I asked.

“M-hmm. Wanna see?” She slid her damp, white cotton panties off. They fell down her nylon covered legs and landed on her Mary Jane style 4″ tan heels. Lana kicked the panties across the floor, turned around and bent over; grabbing her ankles and displaying my handiwork from earlier in the day.

There, peeking out of each fuck hole were the puckered cuffs of the latex gloves I’d rammed into her before she’d gone to work. I thought of her being a proper teacher at work through the day with the staff, parents and students. All the while she had two elbow length rubber gloves deep inside her, wriggling around and dripping cum.

I fell to my haunches and took in the aromas of the latex mixed with all her body smells after a full day like this. I licked the latex sticking out ığdır seks hikayeleri of her pussy lips and tasted the unmistakeable tang of piss, cum and cunt juices.

My cock instantly strained in my sweatpants. “I see Mr. Happy has joined the party early,” she said. “Why don’t you yank off those sweats and give me a good look.”

As I stood to pull my pants off, she turned around and went to her knees. My thick cock bobbed inches from her face. Lana reached down to her pussy and slowly pulled one glove out. She slid her fingers in pulled it on all the way up to her elbow. Her hand and arm now glistened with her cunt juices. She grabbed my dick hard and stroked her wetness the whole length, down to my balls. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” The sultry words escaped her mouth just as she engulfed me; taking my whole dick all the way down her hot throat in one eager gulp.

I pulled her head toward me, wanting every last centimeter of my raging cock deep inside her. “Yes, take all of me,” I blurted as I started sliding in and out of her mouth. Oh, the sensation was…was…indescribable! I grasped her hair and shoved myself down her oral fuck hole. Her gloved hand began sliding up my butt crack closer and closer to my anal entrance. This exotic woman knows how to suck cock like no one I’ve ever known. She started circling my anus with her slick finger as saliva dripped out of her mouth, falling on her beautiful tits encased in that thin tank top.

Lana looked at me with smiling eyes as she throat fucked me to near climax. All the while playing with my ass. She slid one finger in and began to loosen me up…then two. “How do you feel about having a rubber glove up your ass now,” she asked, panting, as she pulled those luscious lips off me.

“I thought you’d never ask,’ I said, as she reached into a nearby cabinet and pulled out a rather large, fully erect strap on. She stood and affixed it to herself. It had a large cock pointing outward and a smaller one, curving toward her and slightly upward for her pussy pleasure. She shoved the curved end inside her wet cunt and tightened the strap around her waist. She grabbed the huge protruding dick and swirled it around. The smaller “friend” aroused the most sensitive places inside her, increasing her heat.

Taking the rubber glove off her hand, she slid it onto the giant strap on. “Bend over, honey. It’s going to be a bumpy ride,” she demanded. I went immediately to the couch, kneeling on the cushions with my ass facing her. She spit on my asshole and more on her hand as she covered the still wet glove with her saliva. I turned and watched as the sexiest woman I’d ever known, now with her diamond hard nipples poking through her half soaked tank top was aiming a rubber glove clad strap on at my vulnerable asshole.

I nearly passed out in anticipation. Then I felt her slowly tease it into my ass.

“Is it painful? Do you want me to stop,” she coyly asked.

“Give it all to me. Fuck me like I fucked you this morning.” There was a sloppy, slurping sound as the strap on rammed the glove home in my asshole. It was searing, divine, taboo, twisted, and nasty all at the same time.

“Oh yeah, take that rubber cock up your ass. Watch how your woman is screwing you like a dog.” She picked up her pace, fucking me harder, deeper and faster. Soon the pain of the rubber monster up my ass turned to ecstasy. I turned my head back to see this pornographic scene of my fabulous woman, now with eyes closed, ramming me over and over. The sweat had made her look like she was in a wet t-shirt contest. Her big tits and dark nipples bouncing up and down with each stroke. She bit her lower lip and shoved that cock in all the way to the hilt. Christ, I swear I could feel it in my chest! “Oh Jesus, I’m going to cum!” I shouted.

“Oh, no you don’t. Not till I’m ready and not till you cum the way I you want to,” she responded. With her rubber glove clad penis lodged deep in me, Lana took off her tan heels and handed them to me. “I want you to shoot your load all over these. Understood?”

All I could muster was a groan as she renewed her efforts, fucking me harder and harder. I used one of her heels to wipe the large amount of precum off my dick and licked it clean before I laid both heels in front of my now throbbing cock.

Lana reached around and began twisting and pulling my nipples hard. Electricity bolted through my whole body and I started to tremble uncontrollably. “Oh shit! I can’t hold it back!” I yelled.

Now, with each deep thrust she said, “Okay (thrust) honey (thrust) cum (thrust) hard (thrust) NOW!”

Like Pavlov’s dog, I came that very moment. She grabbed my cock and aimed each gush into and all over her heels. Her body trembled along with mine as we climaxed together. Guttural groans of pleasure came from both of us. She squeezed every last drop of my creamy cum on to those sexy Mary Janes. Her whole body kept jerking with wave after wave of pleasure. Finally, we both collapsed, spooning and trembling on the couch.

Some time passed and our panting slowed. Through tears of love and passion, she held me tight, “I love you so much,” she whispered. Feeling her arms around me, our sweating bodies crushed together and that strap on still up my rectum – I felt both completely fulfilled and filled full.

After what might have been 15 minutes or maybe even 3 hours, we began to return to consciousness. The sunset shown through the tall apartment windows.

“You might be a little saddle-sore tomorrow, cowboy,” she laughed, as she pulled the strap on out of my ass, leaving the rubber glove firmly lodged deep inside me.

“You best be ready for a little hard riding yourself, school teacher. Remember, this is Friday. No school tomorrow. No need to hold back,” I said, as I could already feel my cock beginning to stir. She bent over slightly as she took off the strap on exposing the glove still in her ass. With a burst of energy, I picked her up and tossed her on the couch facing me. I took hold of both her ankles and splayed her legs open.

I must’ve seemed a bit maniacal as I looked deeply into her dark eyes.

“Oh, my,” she giggled.

“Reach next to you and pick up those cum covered heels,” I told her. As she did, I guided one toward her mouth and the other to her pussy. I spit on my hand to make my, now hard, dick nice and slippery. I did just as she had. I slowly pushed into the glove up her ass and coyly said, “Is it painful? Do you want me to stop?” Without waiting for her response I slammed my cock hard up her rubber sheathed asshole.

“Ah,” she said as she took me deep.

“Now lick one heel clean and insert the other in your cunt, toe first while I fuck your glorious ass.” I had never suggested something like this before and her eyes widened in surprise. Without a word, she started licking my cum off one shoe while rubbing the toe of the other against her pussy.

“Let me see you fuck yourself with your shoe while I ream your backside fuck-hole.”

I watched as she stroked the toe of her cum soaked shoe up and down her cunt lips arousing her clit. Her eyes slowly rolled up as she let out a soft grunt with each of my thrusts. My God, the feeling of sliding in and out of that smooth glove up her ass clamped tight around my cock brought out an animal side of me.

“Shove that shoe in and fuck yourself,” I said. After a few attempts, straining her pussy open more and more, it popped in with only the heel end showing. “Nice. Now get yourself off as I fuck you.”

As instructed, Lana urgently rammed her Mary Jane in and out of her soaking cunt. Her mouth fell open while tremors of orgasm wracked her body. She arched her back and her incredible tits strained at the fabric as she tossed them back and forth.

The sweat poured down both of us as we were lost in pain and pleasure. “I’m going to up the game a bit – hope you like it,” I said as I ripped open her sweat soaked cotton tank top, exposing those glorious tits. With a quick and unexpected motion, I slapped one and then the other.

“Oh shit! Don’t…don’t…don’t stop,” she squealed.

I’ve always wanted to feel the sensation of slapping and abusing her tits, but always kept my desire to myself. Now the secret was out and she liked it. I slapped her tits shamelessly and her nipples became rock hard.

She took the heel she had been licking and reached up to land it right in the center of one of my nipples. She pushed and twisted it, then torturing each nipple, in turn The pain was exquisite. I pulled out of her ass and yanked the glove out, immediately reinserting my cock up her ass. I used the glove, now to slap and whip her tits until they began to show red. I slid the glove on my hand and squeezed, twisted and pulled her nipples in between slaps.

“Oh shit! I’ve imagined this for so long. I love you,” I cried.

“I love you too, but DON’T STOP,” she blurted.

I could feel an explosion building deep in my loins as I felt her whole body begin to shudder. She let go of the hand holding the shoe she was fucking her pussy with and let my thrusts up her ass take over shoving the shoe in and out of her dripping cunt. I bent over and sucked one nipple into my mouth as I continued twisting and pulling the other. “Oh, fuck,” she yelled when I clamped my teeth down hard. She ground her heel more aggressively now into my nipples. I joined her in a chorus, “Oh, fuck yes!”

All at once we both stiffened in spasms as we came together again even more intensely than before. My cock throbbing with what seemed like gallons of cum up her ass. I felt like I just couldn’t stop as I filled her to overflowing. Then, with one last thrust, I was spent. So was she.

After panting our way back from near unconsciousness, she pulled her dripping shoe from her pussy. With a devilish smile she said, “Now you lick it clean.”

Since that fateful Friday evening, we’ve grown closer and ventured into sexual areas we had never before explored. God, I love this woman.

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I look down at the farm below, I know he’s down there, I know he’s got plans for me this morning, I just don’t know what they are. I pull my dungarees on and stomp downstairs in my boots, putting the feed into the animals troughs and checking to ensure they’re all well fed.

Little did I know that I’d be joining them before long…

I pause at the cows shed and look in, one of the pens there is empty, no sign of the cow that was in there. I walk down to see that someone’s opened the back of the pen and let them walk out, sighing as I move in to see where they’ve gone.

A pair of strong hands take my arms and move them behind my back, the unmistakable sound of a zip tie being done up and my boobs push forwards as the hands move up my arms, locking my elbows in place.

“What….” I open my mouth to question what’s happening, in time to feel something long and cold slide in between my teeth. I try to push it out, but years of being a good girl leave me unable to resist something long in my mouth and I instinctively suck it in. Another zip tie around my ankles and I totter back and forth, shuffling uncomfortably as I feel the vibrations starting in the machine.

It’s for feeding cows, I’ll burst…

My panic must be obvious as I feel his hands on my butt, my back.

“Don’t worry…” His voice, gentle, low, calming, “It’s time you stopped working so hard, I’m going to look after you from this point forwards.”

I try to relax as my throat bulges, looking up at the hopper above me as he adjusts the flow, his hands unbuttoning my dungarees so that he can rub oil into my belly as I feel the first load dumping into me. I feel the weight dropping into me, my legs trembling as I get heavier, my belly starting to ache as I feel the pressure building, the mass inside me increasing. I squall as I feel his hands all over me, then the warmth of his breath…

There…

I moan as his tongue shoots up into me, like a lightning bolt of pleasure as I tremble there, my muscles in the confused state of straining and pulsing, time ceases to have any meaning for me as he keeps me up on the edge of explosion, continually edging me to the point of popping but letting me slide down the curve every time.

It’s dark when the machine stops and the tube slips out of my mouth. I stand wide legged as he does the dungarees up, now skin tight on my body as I lumber forwards, my hands cradling the mass of my belly as I waddle towards the exit, not enough light to see what’s happened to me.

In the pale moonlight, I look down in shock at what he’s done to me…

My belly is huge, not just tight, but massive and heavy, my creamy skin pushing out to both sides as I bulge out of the sides of my dungarees.

How much did he put in me?

I waddle back to the house, peeling off my dungarees and looking in the mirror. What stares back at me is a woman easily pregnant with twins, her belly arcing up from her pelvis to just between her now massive tits. I hear the phone ring, reaching down slowly with my legs spread to keep my balance.

“Good girl,” I hear his voice, “I know you normally sleep in the buff, but tonight you need to wear the things I got for you.”

I walk through to the bedroom where a sports bra and pair of speedo shorts sit. It takes me more than twenty minutes to struggle into them, my new heaviness making it impossible to end and flex, I slump to the içel seks hikayeleri bed, hearing the springs groan at my increased weight. Exhausted by the day, sleep comes quickly.

I wake with a start, the weight of me keeping me down as I look down at my body, now back to being thin, but weighing the same as I did when I went to bed. I stand and the enormous shorts fall off my smaller ass, I look down at the end of the bed to see a rubber catsuit there, the phone rings again.

“You wear that to the barn today,” His voice deep and commanding.

I struggling into the catsuit, a half ton of talc managed to get me in there, and I feel absurd squeaking down the stairs, Catwoman in a pair of wellies. I look in the mirror.

More like FatCatwoman…

I squeak out to the feeding pens and then move on to the barn, looking around as the suit holds me together. I feel his hands behind me again, not resisting this time as the zip ties go on me. He pushes my legs apart, putting a spread bar between my ankles as he straps me in. The tube comes down and I open my lips to let it slide in, squatting slightly as I feel the catsuit straining around my butt. I twerk experimentally and hear the seams going, twerking again as I feel the tube engaging, then again.

A thick ripping sound echoes from behind me and the back of the catsuit bursts open as the cold air rushes in and exposes my ass and pussy.

“Bad girl,” I hear the amusement in his voice as he lines up behind me, “Now I have to punish you.”

I twerk again and then straighten up as another tube slips into me, this one thick and meaty, my eyes open wide as my molten insides wrap around him, feeling my descent into erotic madness beginning.

I pulse and heave, the catsuit squeaking and groaning as I get bigger and bigger, just a huge mass of woman jiggling and heaving as she gets bigger and bigger. I feel his rough hands on my hugeness as he pumps at me, again edging me up the pleasure chain but not letting it tighten too much. I twerk on him furiously, trying to get him to go off In me, but he rides me like a prize steer, always careful not to go too deep. I feel the pressure increasing as he pumps and pumps, my heavy body sloshing and heaving.

RIP….

An explosion of talc sprays the entire barn as the catsuit bursts all the way up my back, my fat exploding through it, my tits exploding the front, leaving it a tattered ruin on my immensity. I feel his rough hands on me, clawing at it, his cock going deeper, moaning my frustration as he keeps us both on the edge but not letting us go over.

Night falls and he pulls the tube out, releasing me from my bindings and letting me waddle back up to the house in only my wellies. I look in the mirror, bigger than I was yesterday, but tighter, my thighs massive with muscle as I look at the bed, seeing a different pair of panties and a bra that resembles a catapult harness. The phone rings again and I strain to answer.

“Did you enjoy today?” He asks

“I wanted you to cum,” I pout, “I wanted to cum.”

“Patience,” I hear his smile down the phone, “Tomorrow you’ll understand.”

I sleep restlessly, waking as the bed snaps in the middle, propelling my heaviness to the floor. I bend in the middle and blush furiously as my shorts explode off my tight ass, the bra already in tatters from the pressure of my tits in them. I rise up slowly and look out to the barn, caressing my tight heaviness, feeling the fat pulsing within me, but I’m still not much bigger than when I started. The floor creaks with every step my swollen feet make on them. I look in the mirror, my pussy lips have bloated, now huge, pink rubber lips, like I’ve been on a vacuum pump all night.

How can I be heavier but not bigger?

I look down at the bed, another catsuit there, this one looking reinforced. I struggle into it with the help of some oil, squeaking down the stairs, my foot going through the last one as I step heavily down.

Can’t go back up there now…

I walk slowly back to the barn, the weight on me pressing down as I lumber forwards, still tight and hard inside the suit, but weighing three times what I did. I look into the barn and see a metre high metal pole emerging from the ground, a seat at the end of it with a gleaming dildo on the end greased and glistening.

“I don’t want that…” I call into the air, “I want your pole…”

“If you take that,” I hear his voice, “You’ll get my pole…”

I lumber forwards and lift my leg high, positioning the end of the pole against my ass. The weight makes me drop down and I hear the seams tearing and howl as the dildo slips all the way up me, sitting down heavily it is spears me to the stomach. I reach down as a bulge appears in the catsuit where the dildo attempts to chestburst me. I feel his hands on my head and a rubber helmet comes down, encasing my head in a soundless, lightless prison. He moves around the front of me and I gulp as I’m pierced in the pussy, realising that I can’t resist with my pussy swollen the way it is. My ass vibrates as the pump starts and I slap my belly hard, hearing his gasp as the fat inside me turns into a wave, forcing him to ride it.

Trapped in the hood, I become his sex toy, jiggling and growing, heaving and fucking, the catsuit detonates from my massive body and I feel him clutching at me as he rides the wave of my huge body, his body tight against mine, my body now huge, helpless as I grow and grow. He pulls the hood from my head and I see that it’s dark, the articulated trailer in the barn now carrying sheets as I realise he’s made me a new bed. I lumber over very slowly, every step a massive effort as the weight of me threatens to overwhelm me and send me blubberously to the floor. I look in the mirror, a woman possessed of massive muscular legs, a torso nearly spherical with pressure, and tits the size of the cow that used this barn stares back at me, her arms still thin and muscular, her face still lean and tight somehow.

“What have you done to me?” I moan softly as I crawl onto the trailer.

“Tomorrow you’ll see…” I hear his smile.

I lay on the trailer, feeling helpless as my body churns and stretches, the soft gurgling of my weight now sloshing me from side to side as he pulls the covers over me.

I wake to find myself weighing more than the Titanic, my body hard and tight again, heavy with muscle and tight of belly and boobs. I look up through dulled eyes as he looks down at me.

“I’m heavy…” I moan softly, feeling the maddening pulse of my pussy down below, starved of release for more than three days, “I want to cum, I need to cum…”

“I know…” He smiles and brushes his hand through my hair, “But if you cum, you’ll get everything that I’ve put into you for days, and all at once…”

“I’ll be a tank…” I look up at him wide eyed.

“Yes you will,” He brushes against me and I feel his raging hard on in his pants, “A tank full of me.”

My eyes open wider and I shuffle onto my back, my legs opening wider than my eyes, “Give it to me, I want to carry what you have.”

“Just like that?” He grins in amusement.

“Right fucking now,” I grip his cock furiously.

He smiles and pulls back, his cock like a pole in my hand.

“No you don’t…” I grin and grip him like a vise, pulling him yelping on to the trailer and casting him to the deck. I scramble up, pinning him to the trailer with the massive weight of me, feeling my massive pussy lips divide over the greased pole as I move up him and then…

Contact…

I howl in pleasure as he pierces me to the core, his eyes roll up in his head as he feels my weight descend on him, my huge fat pussy spreading over him, his hands on my giant leaking tits. I ride him hard, my pussy aching for release as I soar up the pleasure curve.

“If you cum, you’ll never leave the barn…” he looks up at me with a wicked smile on his face.

“I don’t want to leave the barn,” I pant as I hunker down on him, “I want to stay here as your fuck doll.”

“Don’t you want more?” He asks

“M…ore..?” I groan as I feel myself starting to go.

“Don’t you want children?”

I pause in my frantic pumping and lower myself down to him, pinning him to the trailer with my gigantic milk tanks. “You want to give me children…?” I feel tears beginning at the corner of my eyes.

“You’re full of fertility hormones,” He smiles, “I go off in you and you’re carrying me forever.”

“But you want to give me….”

“I want you big, bouncy, and bountiful,” He smiles up at me, “I’ll take care of you from here…”

I feel my heart pound as I ride him faster, my hips vibrating as I desperately work at pulling his promise from him.

My head goes back as my insides explode, a torrent of fluids erupting between us as I squirt like I’ve never squirted before. I look down in shock as my whole body tightens, watching as my legs swell up, my belly becoming a massive balloon of juice, my tits…

Fuck, I’m going to smother him…

I lean back as he holds me there, my body swelling like the earth goddess as he lets me ripple my way into impossible, delicious hugeness. I roll back to avoid crushing him, watching as my legs breach a hundred inches around, now pulling the splits as my belly erupts upwards.

Mount Abigail…

As if he’s read my thoughts, I feel him pushing in to my mountainous body, his cock not going all the way in, only dipping, and then I realise that with me this big, he needs to get through all my layers before he can get into me.

“Push,” I shout, “PUSH….”

I feel him gather up handfuls of my flesh and lance forwards, his meaty pole penetrating my outer layers, my inner layers, my…

I howl as his cock head pops into my innermost cave, a brief thought flashes through my head as I remember what happened to the last woman who took all those hormones.

They never got her off the birthing bed…

I try to wrap my huge legs around him, slapping my huge belly with my tight arms, the wave rippling around me on both sides, till it reaches him, I feel him tense as he tries to resist the wave, his voice rising in pitch as he tries to hold back.

“AAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.”

I lay back, fulfilled, well, filled full, I’ll never leave this barn, but hearing his ascending cries, I smile.

I can live with that…

Been enjoying life up here.

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You’ve always had the flexibility to put your legs behind your head comfortably, and recently you’ve become fascinated with the idea of sucking your own cock.

You’re always careful to slowly warm up and stretch, and you can take it pretty deep. That’s not the issue. The issue is getting over that mental hump of choosing to suck to completion. As for swallowing, it hasn’t even crossed your mind. Even though it seems hot conceptually, after getting into position you always lose interest long before cumming.

But today something feels different.

As you stretch and get into position, with your face just inches from your thick, erect dick, you hear a new voice in your head. Not your usual internal commentary, it’s a more playful, chiding tone, and more feminine.

It’s telling you to think about that thick cock in front of your face not as if it’s your own, but as if it’s the perfect cock of some faceless stranger. You’re strangely turned on by this. You don’t consider yourself gay, and sucking another guy’s dick doesn’t really appeal to you. But the submissive part of simply pleasuring a nice-looking cock has become insanely attractive. And now you don’t need to involve or mentally accept another guy! You still know in the back of your mind it’s your own cock.

Thinking about it like that – that the cock in front of your face is separate from you, and that it’s your job to pleasure it, is turning you on like never before. You had never thought about it like that.

And now that voice in your head has become like a woman there in the room with you. A woman who is hatay seks hikayeleri guiding you on your journey to properly suck this cock sitting right in front of your face. You can feel her glee as she pushes you past your boundaries, to become a cumslut for this massive dick.

This is her (i.e. your) narration and direction to yourself, as she talks you through thoroughly sucking that cock for the first time:

—— The Direction ——-

Holy shit.

His cock is fucking massive. And it’s right in front of your face.

you realize you’re gonna have to suck it right?

Like it’s your job to please that massive cock.

And when he cums, it’s gonna be balls-deep.

No no, there’s no other choice.

Your nose is going to be buried in his nut sack while he pumps a massive load straight down your throat

I hope you can take it!

It’s gonna be a lot of cum.

Well, time to get started.

Get your lips around the head of his cock, and get to work.

Holy shiiiit this is so hot.

Even sucking just the head, it’s filling up so much of your mouth.

When he’s deep, you’re going to be stuffed full!

And don’t forget his balls.

You need to get them ready to cum too.

Better suck on them a bit so he can cum as much as possible!

Now back to his cock and let’s see how deep you can take it.

Fuuuck you love seeing your own lips moving up and down his shaft.

It’s mesmerizing. And it feels so good.

Yeah, that’s it, work it a little bit deeper each time.

Nice long strokes, and get that tongue involved.

Gluuuk!

ohhh fuck his massive cock just slipped into your throat for the first time!

Fuuuuck this is so fucking hot.

Gluuk..glk..glrkk.. yeah just like that.

You can feel the head slipping in and out as you work his shaft with your throat.

Ohhh shit! You can feel him getting close!

Guess you’re doing a good job.

Well, he is going to be cumming several times tonight.

Better get started draining those balls.

Glk.glk!.glkk..glkk! He’s speeding up and forcing his cock deeep into your face now.

Glurkk! GLK! GLLUKKRRRKK! He’s cumming!

His cock is parked balls-deep in your mouth and he’s holding it there while he cums!

Fuuuuck this is just what you wanted.

Clmm….cmm…clummm.. clummm….

You can feel his shaft throbbing as he shoots a huge load deep into your throat.

Holy shit he’s still cumming?!

Now he’s filling up your mouth too!

and he’s obviously not done there.

Just cumming once? No no no, that’s just the beginning.

Tired or not, you’re gonna have his cock and cum in your mouth for hours.

And there’s no going back to sucking just the head.

He’s gonna be fucking your tight little throat for the rest of the night.

Oh fuck he’s starting up again with long strokes.

Out to the head, and then back in until…GLLRRKKK! He’s back in your throat again.

My god, he’s so fucking deep, and all that extra cum is coating his huge cock and your mouth.

Hope you like the taste!

You can feel his shaft stretching that cute little throat out with each stroke.

Glk…glrk…glurkk..glkk…and there’s all that excess cum sloshing around.

He’s actually fucking his cum into your throat now!

It’s amazing.

Don’t forget to open your eyes once in a while!

There it is, his huge sack, moving back, and then slapping onto your face.

Slp..slap..slp..slpp..

Glk…glrk…glurkk..glark..

Those nuts on your face are gonna pump so many loads down your throat.

It’s so fucking hot, it’s almost too much to handle.

All you do now is keep your lips tight on that dick! That’s your job right?

Ohh shit, You can feel him tensing up – guess he’s gonna come again!

Hope you’re ready to swallow another load!

Because this is the rest of your night until his balls are drained.

What a good job you’re doing, pleasing that massive cock.

————————–

Holy shit, it’s at least an hour later. Or two hours?

You find yourself lying flat on the ground, and you feel like you’ve emerged from a trance.

Did you really just deepthroat and swallow two huge loads from your own cock? Was it way more than two?

You see your flaccid dick drenched with spit, and taste what has to be cum in your mouth. I guess you did.

And was that just your own internal voice? Born of building up and then failing to follow through for so long? It seemed like a separate entity, doing everything short of actually physically pushing your face down onto your cock.

Anyways time to clean up and stretch, and do some core exercises.

Better to stay in good condition in case you need to please his cock again soon.

Secretly, you hope you will.

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