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“Sweet boy, how are you feeling?”

Where was I and when did I ever feel so comfortable? I was laying on the couch of doctor Cox office, and I felt more at peace with myself then I could remember ever feeling before. What had happened this time? Had I slept through the session again?

I answered her question.

“A little out of it, but I feel great. Almost like a new me. I don’t know what you did. But it sure makes me feel great.”

“That’s wonderful to hear sweet boy, I think you’re perfect for this kind of therapy, and we’re going to have a great time with expanding your mind and your interests.”

That’s what I really wanted to hear. To expand my mind beyond my porn addiction, maybe start dating some girl. Get out more. Do new things. I sat up and looked at doctor Cox.

“Thank you so much mam, that’s really what I need.”

“Now my sweet boy. This week you’re going to have to restrain yourself, to improve your self control.”

“What do you mean mam?”

“I know that you know. That what I’m doing with you. Is for your own good, and what I’m going to tell you to do. Is to make you a better version of yourself. Right?”

I didn’t have to hesitate a second.

“Of course mam, you know what’s best for me.” Of course she did. She was my doctor who worked with these kinds of things all the time. She was an expert. If I could listen too anyone’s opinion. Doctor Cox was surely one of the most trustworthy ones.

“Very good, now your task this week is that you can only watch one pornographic video a day. Just one, and you have to do what the goddess in the video tells you to do. No matter what.” She paused for emphasis and continued.

“This will be very hard for you. I know your addiction consumes a lot of your time, and that you only fantasized about a lot of the things you watched in the videos. Instead of actually doing what you were told to do.

Like when a goddess would tell you to eat your own cum or suck her strap on cock.”

When she said this I started to blush and looked down at the floor. Sure most often when the goddess would tell me to do things I actually didn’t do them. Just imagining doing them. But when I bought the butt plug I knew I were going down deeper into my addiction, and knew I needed help. The biggest reason why I blushed was that I started to feel very aroused, but luckily I didn’t feel a boner coming. Which I felt was very weird. Since whenever I felt this way a boner always accompanied me.

She continued.

“So if you are told to stroke your penis, you stroke. If you are told to suck her strap on. You suck, and so forth. Do you understand?”

I did understand, but how could I suck something that wasn’t physically there?

“But mam, I told you I only have a butt plug. I haven’t bought a dildo or anything.”

“I know, this will teach you that actions have consequences. If your one video of the day tells you to get on your knees and suck a cock that is what you have to do. So in order to watch the rest of the clip. You will have go to a sex shop, and buy something appropriate. In order for you to watch the rest of the video, and if you disobey, and don’t want to do it. You will have to wait till the next day to jerk.” Once again she paused for emphasis.

“But remember, you can only watch one video a day, and if you don’t marmaris escort cum during that clip. You’re gonna have to wait for the next day to cum.”

Now this sounded really hard. Mostly because I was so often horny, and wanted to jerk all the time, and really liked to do it for long periods of time, and now I was only allowed to watch one clip, and all that free time I was gonna get. What was I now supposed to do on my free time?

“I think I’m going to get a lot of time on my hands. If I can only watch one clip. What should I do on my free time?”

Was I asking her what I was allowed to do? Or was it just that I couldn’t think of anything to do by myself? I wasn’t completely sure, but I knew she would come up with something that was the right thing for me to do.

“It’s great that you reflect on this yourself. That implies that you are taking this seriously. You need to start new healthy habits. So for this week I want you to start working out. Nothing to heavy. Often when people start going to the gym and start lifting weights, they do to much at once, and they get so sore. That they can’t continue.

So instead of risking that something like that will happen. I want you to start doing yoga and aerobic exercises. That way you’ll become lean and healthy and flexible, and the risk of getting sore and wanting to stop is minimal. Is that something you think you would be able to do?”

Start doing yoga and aerobic exercises? That had never crossed my mind. When she said working out. My immediate thought was. Now I’m going to get buff. But maybe I could start lifting weights next week. It did sound like I wouldn’t want to continue lifting weights if I felt to sore. So maybe this was a good start.

“So I start of with yoga and stuff. Then I’ll do other exercises?”

“Of course sweetie, further on you will do all kinds of exercises.”

When she said “sweetie” I felt a warm tingling feeling throughout my body. Feeling that she truly wanted what was best for me.

She continued.

“So if you feel like you don’t know what to do during the day. Because you would usually jerk off. Then you will use that time to do stretching exercises and watch yoga videos.”

“I can do that, I think.” I said with a little doubt but trying to muster some resolve.

“If you’re a Good Boy, and do everything you’ve been told to do. You will get a reward next week when we’ll see each other again.”

Now I felt my cock starting to stiffen. Telling me to be a “Good Boy” really helped my resolve. I was really going to try my best.

“I’m going to try my best mam!”

…

This week was tough, I had a plan at the start of the week. That I thought would work out great. But ended up in failure.

With a heavy heart I knocked on the door to my therapist, and dreaded that I hadn’t done as well as she hoped.

The door opened, and there stood doctor Cox. There was something different from before. She still looked very professional. She still had her suit and blouse on. But instead of a skirt she wore pants. Her long hair in a tight ponytail, and her facial features felt sharper somehow.

“Welcome Sander. Come in and have a seat, and tell me about your week. In your own words. Describe how it went.”

Where to start? Well why not start from the beginning, marmaris escort bayan and tell the whole story.

“Well after I left your office I wanted to jerk off right away, and when I got home I had a plan. I was not going to watch anything that I needed any items for, and tried to watch something fairly light. So I watched a JOI clip. Was no able to cum during the clip and was very frustrated. But I took a couple of breaths. To compose myself.

Remembered to do yoga exercises and worked out in different ways the rest of the day.”

“That was very good Sweetie. That shows that you are able to follow the commands that you were given. Shows great potential.”

I felt a warm pleasant feeling when I heard her praise, and wondered how she’d feel when I told her the rest of the week.

“I’m sad to say that I think that my addiction has increased in some ways. The first couple of days I was able to resist watching kinkier videos. But I wasn’t able to cum to the more vanilla content. Then two days ago without thinking I had this urge to cum, and started a clip where the goddess was talking about how she liked my small dick. But that everyone that had a small dick shouldn’t be using it to fuck. Rather they should themselves be the ones to suck and fuck, and suddenly the goddess were wearing a strap on cock. I realized my mistake, and paused the clip even though I was on the verge of cumming. I was almost immediately on the edge. When I saw her wearing it.

Well anyway, I was still super horny but I realized I couldn’t keep watching if I didn’t have a dildo. Which I didn’t… but I do now.”

At this point I started sob e little. How could it come to this.

“Oh it’s alright Sweetie, you were just doing what you were told. It’s nothing wrong with that. In fact you are a very Good Boy for following directions. What kind of dildo did you get, was it a BBC that you seemed so fascinated over on our previous appointments?”

I didn’t know what was happening to me. As soon as she started talking I started feeling better. Seeing things from a completely new perspective. Me buying the dildo wasn’t bad. Because I just followed what doctor Cox told me to do, and she was the one who was curing my addiction.

I also found myself getting very aroused for some reason and started to feel myself getting hard.

“Well I stopped jerking and immediately went to a sex shop a couple blocks away. I was very embarrassed when I walked in. Luckily I was the only customer. But behind the counter there was a pretty woman. Which made me more embarrassed for what I was going to purchase.

I found a reasonable looking one and went to the counter to buy the thing. The woman asked me something that made me blush. But in the end I got it and came back home.”

“Sweetie, you need to clarify some things and you have to learn the right words to say. It’s important for you to say what you were doing. Otherwise we won’t get to the root of the problem.

What did the Goddess in the clip tell you that guys with small dicks should do?”

I tried to recall what I had told her just a minute ago.

“She said that they shouldn’t do the fucking.”

“That’s right but what should they also do, instead of doing the fucking. What were they supposed to do?”

I marmaris eskort felt so embarrassed, but still very horny. But I knew that I should answer all her questions if I wanted to get better. Which I did.

“She said that they should be the one sucking and getting fucked.”

“That’s right Sweetie, and if a Goddess told you to buy a dildo then you should. It’s the only way for you to see that your addiction have consequences.

I also need you to be more clear in the future. Instead of using words like “It” and “the thing” when you’re talking about a dildo or a cock. You are belittling the cock. So don’t shy away from describing what you’ve bought or what the nice lady in the store told you.”

I guess she had a point there. I wasn’t comfortable with this whole situation. But I needed to meet my fears if I were to grow.

“Well I bought a realistic looking dildo with a suction cup at the bottom.”

“Describe it more, really imagine the cock in your mind when you describe it. That will help you understand that your actions have consequences.”

“In the video I watched the Goddess was wearing something that a well endowed white guy would have. So I tried to mimic that. So I bought a 18 cm (7 inch) realistic looking dildo with balls and a suction cup at the bottom.”

“That’s much better, Good Boy. Now why did you blush when you went to pay for your new yummy toy?”

I felt my cheeks heating up when I thought back on the moment.

“She asked if it was a present, and if I wanted it gift wrapped. By doing so I felt like I had to admit it was for myself or lie, and even though I wanted to lie I felt that it wasn’t the right thing to do.

So I told her that it wasn’t a gift.

She gave me a little smirk and winked at me and said “Have fun”.”

“Don’t think that she were doing it to tease you, (even though she probably was) think of it as she was just trying to help you the best she could. In the future, if you need to buy more items. I want you to go to the same store. So that you can overcome your fears and embarrassment.”

I did not want to go there again. So hopefully I wouldn’t need to buy anything else.

“Did you continue watching the clip when you got home?”

“No I didn’t, my embarrassment had shamed me to much. So instead I did yoga and other stretching exercises to feel better which helped.”

“So now you have a dildo and a butt plug at home, and you haven’t used any of them?”

“That WAS the case, but yesterday I couldn’t help myself. I watched an JOI with a beginners guide to anal, and used the butt plug for the first time, and I was finally able to cum.”

I looked down on the floor. Feeling ashamed of what I had admitted to.

But a small part of me feeling proud that I had followed the instructions I were given. Both by the goddess in the video and doctor Cox.

“You shouldn’t see this as a step back Sweetie. You were a Good Boy for following your orders, and I will tell you something that you might not have known. But the male G-spot is located in the ass. So in order for you to have the most pleasurable orgasm. You actually NEED to pleasure yourself analy.”

“I didn’t know that. Do you mean that I always should use the butt plug when I masturbate in order to have a better orgasm? Is that like part of the addiction therapy. In order for me to get better?”

“More or less, now before we continue. Lay down on the couch and close your eyes for me. That’s right, Good Boy. Now take deep breaths and feel yourself starting to relax both body and mind. Feel yourself drifting away deeper and deeper. Good Boy…

…..

End of part 3

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Plot: Anya locks Mike in a chastity device with the help of a cute sex shop employee.

Themes: Chastity, light public humiliation, femdom

A quick word from the author:

-You can read this chapter standalone. Of course, reading the first three chapters is better.

-Constructive comments are always welcome (on this chapter, or suggestions of what you want to see next)

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We drove silently to the sex shop Anya phoned less than thirty minutes ago. She still looked extremely pissed at me for breaking my promise of not touching myself behind her back. I felt guilty for it and fully aware that any explanation I would give would make my case worst. I was also surprised at her decision to get me a chastity device. Logically speaking, she wanted me to stop touching myself; a cock cage would do the job. But she also knew it was one of my fantasies. It almost felt like I was getting rewarded for doing something terrible. So here I was, torn between excitement and guilt. Anya’s words were echoing in my head: “If you don’t stop wanking by will, you will by force.” I felt my cock twitch.

We parked nearby the store. Before leaving the car, Anya broke the silence: “I’m so mad at you. I can’t believe you would betray my trust. It has been twice in two days, all because of your inability to control your impulses. You will stop disobeying me. Am I clear?”

“Yes, mam!” I said with a wink, trying to ease her anger.

She wouldn’t have it, “I am not joking, Mike. It didn’t escape me that this is part of your wildest fantasies. Still, this isn’t a reward but a punishment. I’m doing this for us. If you can’t curb your addiction, I’ll handle it. Plus, I’m almost certain that once you don’t have access to your cock at will, it should hit very differently than what you had in mind.”

I felt a knot in my throat and said, “I’m keen on trying. I would even be lying if I said I wasn’t excited, but how long will you keep me in there?”

“For as long as I think is necessary,” she answered while exiting the car.

I followed, apprehensive of how it would go in the store. We had never been inside but had passed by often over the years. It wasn’t exactly an old kind of sex shop with the shady bunch of older men browsing the DVDs section; more like a modern and slick concept. I felt my heart beating like a drum as we were heading in.

Aside from the cashier clerk, the store was empty, which gave me some relief. They probably didn’t get many customers because she looked absorbed in her book. When she finally looked up to welcome us, I noticed she was pretty cute: Asian-American, with high cheekbones, thick-frame glasses, and a warm smile.

“Hi! Anything I can help you with today?” She greeted.

“Hi, we are just going to browse for a bit,” I answered, instinctively wanting to keep the purpose of our visit a secret.

Anya had other plans. “Hi, yes, actually, we could use your help!” she said, smiling. “I called you half an hour ago. I assume it was you on the other end?”

“Oh, yes, it was! My name is Vicky.” Her voice was energetic, and she seemed happy to get some distraction from her reading. “You were asking about chastity devices, right?”

I felt my cheeks flush. So much for discretion!

“Yes, any recommendation? I have to say I do not know much about it”, admitted Anya.

“Of course! I assume it is for you?” She told me.

I avoided her eyes and sheepishly looked at my feet. “Hum… yeah, it is.”

“I see! Well, let me show you around!” she said, motioning us to follow her in the more “BDSM” part of the shop. She stopped in front of a shelf full of various chastity cages; they seemed to carry many colors, materials, and sizes. The situation felt a little surreal. A few days ago, this was one of my biggest secret turn-ons, and now we were standing in a sex shop to discuss which one was the right purchase. I didn’t feel ready. It was like a dream in which I was driving a car and trying to break, but it kept accelerating instead.

Seemingly oblivious to my embarrassed look, Vicky continued: “As you can see, we carry many brands. It can be confusing if it is your first time buying one. I can help. May I have some context on how you intend to use it if that’s not indiscrete, of course!” She said with a mischievous smile.

“What do you mean exactly?” my wife replied, looking slightly puzzled.

“Well, is it for short or long-time wear? What features are you looking for? Some want it to be very breathable; others look for something impossible to escape from, or something very discreet, and so on!”

At first, I was relieved I didn’t have to answer that as Anya started talking. Until I heard what she said, that is. “My husband doesn’t seem to control himself; he touches himself too much for our liking. So we are looking to curb that bad habit.”

I elbowed her. “Anya! That isn’t necessary!” I whispered, embarrassed. Lowering my voice was useless because Vicky could hear just as well.

“Oh, that’s ok! I’m not here to kink-shame Escort Bayan you! I see all sorts of things here, and your secret is safe with me!” She said, trying to ease my awkwardness. Addressing Anya, she continued, “So, it seems that you need something built for medium to long-term wear. I’d recommend something discreet, light, and breathable. This material works best”, she explained while grabbing one of the devices and showing it to my wife. “This is one of our new models with an anti-pull-out feature, making it almost impossible to escape.”

Satisfied, Anya smiled, “That sounds perfect!”

“I know, right?” Vicky replied, “We can’t trust men when it comes to this; you know how they can be!” She giggled.” Now, for the size: I do not want to be too technical, but we need something that wraps around his manhood nicely. Not too tight, but not loose. We carry three sizes: large, regular, and small.”

“We will go for the smaller-sized one!” Instantly replied Anya, followed by a nervous laugh, as I felt my heart drop.

Vicky looked surprised for the first time, “Are you sure? We usually recommend going for the regular one and adjusting if needed. You wouldn’t want the chastity device to be too tight, especially if worn for a few days.”

“I still think small is best,” Anya said with a wink.

Worried it would be too tight for comfort and out of pride, I interjected, “Maybe we should consider both sizes, just to make sure?”

“Should we describe to Vicky how measuring you went yesterday?” my smirking wife replied.

” Mmm. No. We can try small; I guess, ” I shrugged l, defeated and looking down again.

As a good salesperson, Vicky did her best to lighten the mood. “I see you came prepared with measurements! That will be very helpful!” She said, giggling. Then talking to me directly, “And you know what they say, it’s not the size of the tool that matters, but rather the way you use it!”

Both of them giggled. The knot in my throat prevented me from saying a word.

“Anyway, picking the right size is always a little challenging. We have some fitting rooms at the back of the store. Would you like to try it on?” She told me like we were talking about a shirt.

“That would be very nice! Thank you! ” Replied Anya. My heart dropped.

Vicky handed me the device they selected for me. It fitted in my hand easily and was lighter than I thought.

“Would you mind if I go with my husband in the cabin? I’m intrigued about the way it works! ” Anya asked.

“Not at all! Plus, you’ll be the key holder. Soon enough, this device and its contents will be your property!” Vicky joked.

At that mention, and for the first time since we entered the store, I felt my penis swell.

Vicky showed us around, and Anya and I entered a small but clean fitting room. “Let me know if you need anything,” She said as she closed the curtain.

Anya and I stood facing each other in the cabin, the chastity cage in hand between us. I wasn’t sure what to do, but she took the initiative as usual. Grabbing the device and very curious abt it, she inspected it closely.

The key had been left in the lock. Anya twisted it open and put it on the little shelf beside her. The cage easily split into two parts: a base ring to place around the scrotum and the enclosure to cover the penis. Focused, Anya put it back together, then took it apart again.

Looking back at me, she giggled, “Looks like you will be all cozy in there! I find it quite exciting.”

I was relieved that her hostile attitude toward me seemed to start lifting. She pushed on my chest, forcing me to step back. My shoulder blades banged against the fitting room wall. Anya dropped to her knees, dragging my pants and underwear to my ankles simultaneously. She looked at my semi-soft cock, hanging in front of her face, thinking about how the chastity device should fit.

“Hold that part,” She said, handing me the cage and keeping the base ring. “And don’t move! I have no clue what I’m doing!” She giggled.

She quickly drove my penis through the ring, then started to work on having my balls pass through the ring as well. Fitting it all proved more challenging than it seemed, and she had to force a little while twisting the ring back and forth. I grunted, more out of fear of her hurting my balls than out of real pain. My dick was starting to harden because of her touch. She looked like a nurse doing her job; it looked like it was just business to her. She paused to inspect her work. The ring was well in place, tight around the scrotum. The lock was ready to welcome the cage part right above the base of my shaft. The tightness of the ring, and probably the situation I was in, made my penis swell faster.

“Mike! Stop getting hard!” Exclaimed Anya, “Give me the other part, quick!”

“Like I can control it!” I replied, handing it to her. She tried to fit my almost fully erect cock inside. It couldn’t welcome the girth and length of a hard penis, even mine.

“See, Escort maybe the smaller size is simply too small!” I suggested.

“Don’t be silly. It’s because you are rock-hard! I can’t believe this is turning you on. Come on, focus, get it down!” she requested.

“I can’t! The ring is making me hard, and I didn’t cum for two days! I’m just so horny,” I replied. Then I saw my golden opportunity: “Maybe you would have to make me cum before I can get in there. It would be way easier. Let’s buy it, go home, and get to it!” I said while doing my best possible seductive smile.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” She replied. “We are not leaving this place without your dick locked up in this device, Mike. I cannot even believe you’d think it is an option. Remember why we are here? Because you couldn’t stop jacking off!”

Disappointed, yet my penis now fully erect at the thought of being inside the cage, I pleaded: “How about here? Jack me off here; then you can fit the cage on! Please, Anya! I need it so bad.”

“Did you not hear what I said? No cumming until I say so. Plus, I’m not giving you a handjob here; it’s gross!” She said, ending the discussion.

We must have been getting louder while arguing. Vicky asked from the other side of the curtain: “Is everything alright? How is the fit?”

“Coming out!” Anya replied. She pointed her finger at me, motioning I should stay put, and moved the curtain just enough for her to slip out, then closed it again once on the outside.

I was left alone in the fitting room, my pants down and my cock rock hard. Resisting the primitive need to masturbate furiously, I switched focus to what was happening behind the closet.

Anya cleared her throat and said, “It’s a little embarrassing, but we have difficulty fitting him inside the cage.”

After two seconds of silence, Vicky giggled, “Oh, I see! It sounds like you have a very naughty husband!”

“That is the reason he needs this device. He needs to learn some discipline,” Anya replied, “Anything you’d recommend to help it fit?”

“Well, I think some lube would help slip it on, but you’d still have to force it, and success isn’t guaranteed,” Vicky said like I was her science project. “Oh, wait! I have an idea! Wait for me here”. I heard her walk further toward the back of the store and open a door.

She returned a moment later and said, “I am pretty sure this will do the trick!”

Anya exploded in a laugh, “Oh my god! He is not going to like this at all!”

Vicky giggled, sounding satisfied. “I’ll be in the front. Let me know how it goes! I’m quite curious.”

Anya returned to the fitting room, pushing the curtain aside using the huge bowl she carried with both hands. I jumped on the curtain to close it back, afraid Vicky or a customer would see me naked and hard.

“Courtesy of Vicky!” exclaimed Anya.

I looked in the bucket. It was filled with ice cubes and water.

“What the..? You are not thinking about using that to make me soft?” I whispered, distressed. This was getting out of hand.

“Of course we are! That should do the job of shrinking it enough to fit,” she replied, clearly amused by the look on my face.

“Anya, this is going too far! Come on now!” I protested.

She lost her smile and snapped, “May I remind you why we are here for the tenth time today? You are going in the cage; no discussion. Now, take a deep breath!”

Without warning, she placed the bowl under my genitals and raised it. I jumped at the feeling of the iced water submerging my balls and the lower part of my penis. The remaining portion stood erect outside the water, like the titanic ready to sink.

“Oh my god, it is fucking cold!” I screamed.

From the giggle I heard outside, Vicky hadn’t missed a beat about what was happening in the fitting room. I would have blushed if my body didn’t have a more pressing issue.

“Look!” Anya said, “It’s already working!”

She was right. My erection had started to calm down. To my disappointment, it was even deflating rather quickly. After a minute in the ice, I was completely soft. My wife made sure to wait another while for good measure.

“That should do!” She said, satisfied. I couldn’t feel anything aside a phantom grip of coldness. “Look at it,” She giggled, “the mini-penis!”

Wasting no time, she grabbed the cage back in one hand. Her other one guided my numb cock inside the tube. I was so small from the cold that it swallowed it all effortlessly this time. Both parts of the chastity device came together in a clicking sound. Anya took the key she had left on the shelf, inserted it into the lock, and twisted it. Then, she tucked it away in her pocket and took a step back, admiring her work.

“Et voila! I told you the smaller size would fit like a glove!” She said. “Come on, pull your pants up now!”

I felt weird. While the cold still prevented me from feeling much, the sensation of the chastity cage trapping my penis was already very real. I could not believe Bayan Escort how quickly Anya solved the jigsaw puzzle. I bent down and pulled my underwear and pants back up, relieved to get some cover. Once done, Anya opened the curtain wide, and we exited the fitting room.

Vicky was waiting far enough not to seem to pry but close enough that she heard everything. She seemed very amused, a large smirk across her face while staring at me. “So, how did it go?” She asked, knowing the answer to the question.

Anya replied, beaming: “It fits like a glove! We are taking it.”

“I’m glad to hear. This way, please!” She replied, showing the cashier.

She sat behind the counter while I was facing her, feeling a new wave of blood striking my cheeks. After she announced how much it would cost us, they both looked at me, waiting. I realized they both expected I would pay.

“Oh, sure. Here you go!” I stuttered while taking my credit card from my pocket and swiping it inside the machine.

“Thank you for the nice gift, honey!” Anya said jokingly. It made Vicky giggle some more. The bond they had formed in the last twenty minutes made me feel once again like an outsider. I was embarrassed that we all knew I didn’t have access to my cock anymore unless my wife agreed.

“Alright, have fun, you two! Come again if you need anything!” Vicky said while waiving us goodbye with her cutest smile.

We were back in the car on our way home a short moment later.

“Happy?” I asked.

“More than you think!” She exclaimed, smiling at me.

I was glad we were on better terms.

“When do you plan to, you know, release me from it?” I ventured.

“I didn’t decide yet. Long enough to make sure you regret what you did!” She said, waving my comment with her hand like it was a silly question. “I had fun. That was kinky! You should have seen your face the whole time.” She chuckled. “How does it feel?” She asked, curious.

My level of sensitivity was back to normal. It felt strange. Tight but not uncomfortable. Still, it was impossible not to think about the sensation between my legs at all times. I figured it wouldn’t take long before driving me crazy.

“Tight,” I answered.

“Good!” she said while taking the key out of her pocket to admire it. “It is kind of mine now. I like it!”

We parked home a few minutes later. Once in the lobby, an awkward silence settled for a few seconds. I could feel a sexual tension in the air, the kind I felt when we first started dating.

Looking at me with a twinkle in her eyes, Anya said, “Are you going to come and kiss your wife?”

I didn’t need more than that. Rushing toward her, I pushed her against the wall as she let a whimper of surprise out. Kissing her neck aggressively, my hands explored her body in a rush. Quickly, I felt her breathing getting heavier. Her hand pulled my neck closer; the other reached for my crotch. She grabbed the hard bump on the chastity cage. She was taking what was hers. My penis had started to swell uncomfortably inside its prison. Impatient, I lifted her skirt and reached for her panties. To my surprise, they were drenched. It was both hot and surprising. Had our time in the sex shop turned her on that much? It made me strain harder inside the cage.

Anya pushed me away. “In the bedroom, now. I’m so horny for my caged boy!” She said, giggling.

I followed her up the stairs; and would have climbed one thousand floors if necessary.

Once in our bedroom, Anya sat on the edge of our bed and ordered: “Clothe off! I want to inspect what’s mine!”

I obeyed, tossing all my clothes in the corner quickly. Here, I stood fully naked, cock trapped in chastity, arms hanging awkwardly on the side, for Anya to observe. The contrast of my nudity with her still fully clothed, on top of the chastity device, made me feel more vulnerable than ever.

“Is this everything you ever dreamt of, Mike?” She asked.

Unsure what to say, I replied honestly, “It pushes a few buttons, and it’s a little overwhelming.” While I could guess the answer from how wet I had felt Anya was, I couldn’t resist but ask self-consciously: “How about you? Do you find it hot?”

“I find the power it gives me over you… intoxicating!” She replied with a smile.

“What do you mean?” I said.

“Well, without me, you can’t do anything! You cannot even get hard!” She giggled. “How long should I keep you in there?”

“Not too long. Please. I’m so horny for you, Anya!” I said, with a sense of urgency in my voice.

“Isn’t it the point? How do you think you will feel after a week in chastity?” She replied.

“A week? Oh no, please, not so long!” I pleaded.

“I find it so hot when you beg, honey!” She replied sensually. “What would you do to be let out and fuck me?”

Feeling more and more desperate, I answered, “Anything! I’d do anything.”

She lifted her dress, revealing the sight of her panties. The sizeable wet stain was impossible not to notice. With the other hand, she started to rub herself over the panties. “That makes me feel so naughty!” she said. “On your knees, chastity boy!”

She bit her bottom lips, watching me obey instantly. “What if I like having you as a horny and obedient husband so much that I never want to free you?” She teased.

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My name is Will. I’ve spent the majority of my life living in the North East, where the “normal” guys are bros, and the normal girls have a less-than inviting attitude. growing up chubby led me to striking out quite a lot, until i got into the gym around high school was when I really started catching eyes.

I was full fledged. 6-7 days a week, sometimes twice in a day, played football, basketball, and partied with my friends. The only thing that separated me from the full-fledged jocks, I had a small dick.

Not to say I was alone, I know I wasn’t. But where others were able to hide their little secret, I realized my fetish for humiliation. Teasing, really. I didn’t want to be ball-busted or teased with feet, I was much simpler. That was, until I met Taylor.

I had my run of hookups from mt freshmen year to senior, some girls thought it was tiny, some girls thought average, and some had no idea because I was the biggest they had been with due to our ages. But after I graduated I met this 5 foot tall, maybe even 4’11, Brunette. and she had the perfect shape. 36C breasts, and a big perky butt. By this point, I had my own body. The only thing that kept me from my 6-pack being washboard abs was the alcohol I wanted to consume every weekend, which I made up for with tree trunks for legs, and big veiny arms. What could I say, the gym was my happy place.

When I started getting closer to Taylor, I knew my fetish would get brought up sooner rather than later, but she was hot, and I had to win her over first. The first time we hungout, we both got way too drunk and had sex. I’ve never had an issue with that, ny issues stem from needing to be made fun of and that drives the person away. My dick is 4.5 inches long, but not very girthy. But forcing your significant other to partake in that humiliation can drive them away, and I learned the hard way.

After we hooked up a few times and I took her out on a couple dates, I felt secured enough in our relationship to make things official. I’m a sucker for clichés, so I wasnt going to ask her to be my girlfriend until I could wow her with my proposal.

I’ll keep this part short. I had the flowers, the chocolates, the candle-lit dinner before hand, by this point she was all mine. I topped it off with a rose pedaled path to the bedroom İstanbul Escort where she was met with another bouquet inside of a rose pedaled heart. Popped the question, it was over. Now it was her turn.

She moved quickly, and already told me she loved me, and I believed her and the feeling was mutual. I barely had time to untie my shoes when she was ripping my clothes off. You know how sometimes you can feel that your hard-on isnt at its full potential? (length). That was tonight. I dont have an issue with cumming quickly (the opposite in fact), so I didnt bother relieving myself before hand. I wanted to put on a show. To this point my dick is anywhere between 4-5 inches long when erect, and I say that because I dont know where to start my measurement. So to this point I’ve believed I was average for those without high standards.

Well things got started, and it was hot. Taylor took control and got right on top, but for the first time between us, I slipped out of her while she rode me. Seizing this opportunity, I decided to slide a joke in there.

“Relax baby, I’m not THAT big.”

a sly giggle from her creeped out. I can work with this, I thought.

We resumed and I was ready to go rounds. She came multiple times which was the most rewarding thing to me, by this point I dont expect any humiliation but I craved it. I wanted to cum next. This is where I dug my own grave.

I guided her down to my penis. Her tiny hands looked normal on my dick, who by this point was getting beat up from the sex. If he wasnt down to a measly 4 inches before, he certainly was now. She began stroking it.

“baby, can I tell you something? It’s about me cumming.”

Here we go.

Another sly giggle. “Yes baby what is it?”. She knows I have a smart mouth, so shes ready for some bullshit.

“I know I’m only average, but if you tease me… I’ll cum. Like in a mean way.”

She made a face and I didnt know how to read it. “I can do that.”

“Like, making fun of my dick for being little.”

“Oh honey, I knew what you meant.”

“You dont have to if youre not into it, but if you can, just pretend.”

she stopped. gripped my dick and her whole hand covered it.

“pretend? Will”, she said sternly. “Do you not know that you Escort İstanbul have a tiny dick? I dont need to pretend. You have the smallest dick I’ve ever seen, let alone been with.”

Fuck. What did I just start? Theres a fine line where my ego gets hurt by this and I think shes crossing it, But I know im not going to ask her to retreat. My mouth is open but I cant formulate any words.”

“I uh… I know I do. I just thought..”

“You thought what? That you were average? Honey, Alex was bigger than this… soft. I knew you were little from the moment I first seen it, but I didnt want to hurt your feelings. Now I have permission to tell you about your little boy dick?”.

Okay shes done this before. I can tell, I think. but fuck was this good. Alex was her ex that we talked about before. No shame story there. he was just a cheated. But Im hot now. Im conceding.

“Can you suck my little boy dick and make me cum then?”

No words. Just action. Small dick or not I made her cum more times than she could keep track, which is more of a testament to me being in shape than having good dick game. I can go without getting tired, and I found someone who enjoys it. But that doesnt change the fact that I have a smaller dick than anyone shes been with.

Between the moments of head I can hear and feel her giggles. I look down and we made eye contact. She slows her motion and stares at me.

She takes her thumb and index finger and gives me the small dick sign.

“Cum for me babydick. So we can talk about how youre going to let me fuck a big dick again”

That was it for me. I felt the rush and she kept sucking. She swallowed every bit nice and slow, and when she was done she released my now soft dick out of her mouth and she just stared. She looked down at it in pity as he fell to the side a bit. My already tiny balls from cumming engulfed most of my soft penis, and a burst of laughter arose from her.

“You really do have a little dick Will.”

She left me speechless. The gut-wrenching words filled me with pleasure and regret. I had never been so turned on, yet I don’t know if I was prepared for what doors I may have opened. I finally managed to squeak out a statement to avoid being obvious that I was now at her command.

“I İstanbul Escort Bayan love you.” This was the best I could come up with, but it was true. We loved each other, I knew I loved her, and I think I was even more in love with her after this round of fucking and sucking.

“Awwww… I love you too… Now shut the fuck up and eat me.” Her words stung like she lost respect for me. My dick has been the same size since we’ve been together, but now that I openly told her how I want to be humiliated, It’s as if It’s even smaller and more pathetic because it turns me on. However, eating pussy is a punishment I’ll take any time.

She took control and sat right on my face, and all i did was get a good grip on her ass. Despite her being on top I felt I had full control in this position, it showed off everything that was still alpha about me. Strong hands, good stamina, strong muscles to lift her into any position I needed her in. Her pussy was dripping at this point, which was both shocking and satisfying. Was she as into this as I was? Little dick or not she has already came 4x as much as I did tonight because of my penis. Was she holding back not scolding me for my size before? The theories I was coming up with in my head distracted me from the fact she came again. It didn’t even occur to me until she spoke up begging me to stop, but at this point I needed to reclaim some of my dominance in the bedroom, so I continued on. She cooed, pleaded, and begged me to stop while her whole body twitched. When I felt she had enough, her legs were shaking profusely, and repetitive utters of “oh my God” informed me I brought my A-game. Shortly thereafter, she was sound asleep in my arms, and despite my mind racing with the theatrics of that night, I was exhausted and was out like a light.

When I awoke in the morning, Taylor was gone. Nothing would have been better to wake up to than her, but I knew she had work early, so this came as no surprise. What did surprise me however, was the note she left me on the kitchen counter. The fact there even was a note was strange in itself, it wasn’t our first departure from my home where I was still asleep, and normally she’d send a heartfelt text attached to a good morning, so I knew something was different. The contents of the note sent a burst of heat through my entire body that I wasn’t prepared for.

“Good morning babydick :). I had more fun than I think you realized last night. Keep your composure while I’m gone, I have a BIG surprise for your LITTLE secret when I get off from work. Have an amazing day, stud ;)”

to be continued…

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This was inspired by the world of HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DAUGHTER, particularly Chapter 14. (Thank you to the author!) However, this stands alone and goes in a different direction, as will be immediately apparent. While there are some references to non-consensual sex, the events in the story are all consensual.

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The first time Emily tried to have sex again, after packing her life into a suitcase, fleeing to Canada, and turning her back on family, religion, and country, it was a fiasco. Like all good American girls since rules around the sexual training of young women were adopted, Emily had been deflowered on stage in the ritualized public Festival. This began the period during which she was eligible to be trained by any man with daughters old enough to have been through their own training periods, and all other sexual activity was forbidden. Some of those encounters with trainers were awful, while others had been the source of more pleasure than she’d thought possible, but what they all had in common was he would tell you what he expected, and your role was to obey. Emily had struggled significantly at first, but with hard work, she had gotten better. She was, after all, a very good girl.

But this was not how sex worked for young women in Canada – or anywhere else in the world. Of course, Emily knew that intellectually. Men didn’t try to hide that fact from girls in the United States, although they did shake their heads when they talked about it, as if to say, what a shame that was. But it wasn’t until several weeks into her stay in Canada that she fully realized the implications of this difference.

Emily had thought about leaving for days, but when she finally fled America, it was not with her trademark thoughtfulness and caution. It was the fourth of July, and her father had made plans to watch the fireworks with one of the other professors in his department and then spend the night training the man’s newly-eligible daughter. Emily had been planning on attending but at the last moment she feigned illness. As soon as her father had left, she packed a suitcase, got in her car, and drove north.

She didn’t know what would happen, but she knew that they didn’t train girls in Canada and that was enough to fuel her escape. She hoped that she wouldn’t get caught on the way there, since girls in training needed special permission to leave the country, and she prayed that they would let her in.

At the border, Emily described why she was there and managed to get out the phrase ‘applying for asylum’, and they admitted her until a hearing could be held. (Strangely, Emily noticed that upon crossing the border, the apps on her phone stopped working, including the one she had installed that let trainers reserve sessions with her, but also any that would have let her call or message anyone back home.) A pamphlet the border agent gave her informed her that forced sexual training was considered a recognized human rights abuse that made her eligible for asylum.

For a few days, she was placed in a shelter with various other newly-arrived women from different countries. There, Emily kept her head down and didn’t talk much. A Catholic refugee agency connected her with a studio apartment in a nearby town and wrote a letter on her behalf to her father informing him that she was well. They helped her get set up in her new home — enrolling her at the local university, which was a complicated affair involving placement tests and conversations with department administrators, since she couldn’t exactly contact her old college and tell them she’d illegally fled the country. She sold her car and bought a bike, something she hadn’t ridden since she was a kid, but which a lot of people used to get around here. She got a new phone, although she was not sure if it would work to call back home, and she was not sure if she wanted to find out. Emily had six weeks to go before classes would start, at which point she would also move into a dormitory.

Once settled in her new space, Emily experimented with small freedoms not previously permitted. She acquired and then wore clothing that covered far more than was strictly necessary, denying men the pleasure of enjoying her body, which she had been taught they deserved to have. She kept her own hours, staying up late reading Jane Austen novels and sleeping in, not having to worry that she might be woken up by a strange man with the right to disrupt her sleep and use her most intimate parts for his own pleasure. She didn’t even attempt to find a church to attend, not missing the Sunday morning services where the girl’s bodies were part of the worship rituals. And Emily went for evening lifting sessions at the university gym without having to budget extra time for her body to be appraised and enjoyed, should an eligible man desire to do so. But it was not so long before that same body made a request, first quietly but each day more insistently: Emily craved sex.

This had never been a problem back istanbul Escort Bayan home. There was an understanding there – she corrected herself, a belief – that the bodies of girls required penises and regular insemination. They needed it in order to stay healthy, physically and emotionally, and that it was only right and appropriate that older men who had successfully raised girls themselves to Festival age ought to be the ones to provide this, because young men lacked the skill to properly train and appreciate these perfect young specimens like herself.

Like all girls, Emily had rarely gone more than a few days between training sessions since her deflowering over a year ago. But now, with no men knocking on her door or stopping her on the way to class to inquire about her eligibility and instruct her on their needs, she had to figure out what her own needs were and how to meet them herself.

She decided initially that she should start with a man who felt comfortable, familiar. There was an older gentleman she frequently saw in the supermarket near her apartment building on her weekly trips. He reminded her of one of her trainers, with his suspenders and belly and well-polished shoes. (Something she had noticed, comparing her old country and this adopted one: in general, the men and women here were less put together, less formal, less groomed. Less like they might be called to an impromptu dinner party at any moment.) He had a nice smile and she occasionally would see him chatting with another customer. Unlike many of the other shoppers, he didn’t wear headphones, so she felt like it would be easier to strike up a conversation. Emily prepared to offer herself to him by wearing her favorite red sundress and a set of pearls that made her feel feminine and grown-up. And, of course, she shaved her vulva. She’d gotten somewhat lax about that since coming here, but on this occasion, she wanted to be absolutely correct.

She approached him with a bright smile as he was picking out a cantaloupe, illuminated from above by the fluorescent lighting. Summoning up all of the self-possession that she had learned as a trainee and proud (if now lapsed) American girl, she tapped him on the shoulder, said ‘excuse me’, and when he turned with a quizzical but not displeased look to see her, followed with “My name is Emily, and I try to be a very good girl. Would you like to have me?”

If he’d been cruel about it, she thought to herself later, alone in bed, that might have been better. But it was the look of pity he gave her that she couldn’t get out of her head. “You’re American, aren’t you?”, he asked, and when she nodded, he put a hand on her shoulder. “Sweetheart, you can’t ask men that here. I’m married. Actually married – not how they are down there. Find a boy your own age. And don’t start out like you did with me. Go on a date or something,” he paused. “This means he should buy you dinner or at least a coffee. And no sex until he’s your boyfriend.” He added a tiny smile and spoke quietly. “I’m flattered, but you’re worth more than this.”

He’d then walked away – sans cantaloupe. As she tried to gather herself, blood rushing to her face, she prayed that no one had seen her rejection. (That was something, it occurred to her, that you didn’t really have to worry about as a trainee — rejection. They chose to train you or they didn’t, but if they didn’t, it was hardly personal.) As she walked quickly back home, after deciding she could go another day without groceries, she thought about what he had said and how confusing it had been.

She wasn’t sure she wanted a boy her own age, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to go on a date, much less wait to have sex until he was her boyfriend. Her body was crying out for something, and what was so wrong with wanting it to be satisfied? She understood that there wasn’t the same web of obligations around that here – that was why she had left everything behind, after all, to get away from having to undress and present her most secret places for every father over 40. And yet, wasn’t she still a girl with needs? And not a bad-looking one, she reminded herself. She’d kept up at the gym, and she smiled as she remembered how her trainers back home would frequently admire the curves of her quads and glutes. The tone in her back and arms. The way her petiteness made her look younger than her age, and how her long brown hair grazed her shoulders. Thinking about her large, firm breasts and persistently wet girl parts, unable to disguise their need, Emily reasoned that she was certainly not unfuckable.

Feeling dispirited but determined to master this new challenge, she went to the university library and found the section on recent history and sociology. While this was a more academic introduction to the subject than most young women would have pursued, Emily was at home.

The book she found discussed the various changes across the world that had taken place in response to the global istanbul Escort drop in fertility and rise of illiberalism of the twenty-first century, and it placed the adoption of the Festival and attendant practices in that context, which Emily had never thought of before. It described American culture as an “Evangelical, neo-traditionalist fertility cult,” which Emily thought was a little unfair, although she could see where they were coming from.

Beyond this, though, the book was short on details. Upon the adoption of these rules in the United States, several religious communities had resettled here, and bits and pieces were known mostly from the occasional refugee — which Emily was surprised to read, included some young men as well as young women. But otherwise, there had been something of a blackout on information, and the United States and its practices were thought of very negatively in nearly all parts of Canada. She doubled her resolve to keep the secret of her origin from men she might be interested in, lest they reject her.

Emily was glad that she’d fled, glad to be in a place without sexual training. But without that regime, what was a girl to do when her body was calling out to be penetrated? Apparently, as she had learned, you could not just go up to a man in the grocery store and ask. But maybe she could try a more subtle approach with someone her own age?

That Friday evening, she gave herself a pep talk in the slightly cracked mirror of her bathroom as she determined that, training or not, she was going to find what she needed. There was a cafe nearby that she’d walked past before and there, she would meet someone.

“You’re gorgeous, Emily. You’re desirable. You’ve been trained to give a man so much pleasure, and you’ve learned to take your own pleasure from that as well. You’re smart and lovely and any man would want you.” She put on some lip gloss and mascara. She added a little extra something, a shimmer of white on her eyelids that she would know was there, even if it was mostly hidden behind her big glasses. She put on her red sundress again, pairing it with strappy blue heels, but left the pearls at home this time. She tried to channel that feeling of being a goddess, of being sculpted to give and receive pleasure –the feeling every good training session had left in her.

The young men of Canada, she told herself, were not going to know what hit them.

She wasn’t counting on the rain which started several blocks in, and by the time she got to the cafe that was her destination, her appearance was soggier than had been her intent. The curls she had painstakingly created – a change from her usual ponytail – were no longer bouncy, and the dress clung to her in a way that she knew would not have been a problem in her birthplace, but she wasn’t sure how it would be taken here. At least it wasn’t white, she reflected.

Emily entered, and it was like a mirror universe of a cafe back home. The same espresso machines, the same couches, but there were no intergenerational pairings of either parent with offspring or trainer with trainee (and you could never tell which one it was unless the clothes came off — and even then, you could never be sure it wasn’t both). Everyone looked comfortable in jeans or leggings or sweatpants, and she was the only young woman in heels, or looking like she was trying to impress. She also noticed that, unlike back home, nearly everyone seemed to be staring into their phones.

She looked around the cafe, determined that this would go better than her first attempt at seduction, where it hadn’t even occurred to her that she might have to seduce anyone. Now, to pick someone out.

She immediately realized this was a problem. As a trainee, she’d never had to think much about what she found attractive. It didn’t really matter much what your personal tastes were, you had a set of obligations, and you would learn to take pleasure from any eligible man who wanted you. Or you wouldn’t, but you were only hurting yourself in that case. Emily had initially struggled a great deal with making her body available, but she’d come to a place where she really did almost always open up and respond the way she was supposed to — with orgasms that took her someplace wild and uncivilized and extremely wonderful. Regardless of what the man in question looked like.

That said, looking around the cafe at her various potential options, she had some thoughts on this topic. The man on the white couch, perhaps in his early 40s, short and solidly built, with a tweed jacket and jeans and sipping from a small cup, was the first to catch her eye. He was reading a paperback, the title of which she couldn’t see, and he seemed caught up in it, although she thought she saw him glancing at her for a moment. She liked the breadth of his shoulders and thought of running her fingers through his straight, dark brown, just slightly too-long hair. With his abundant facial hair and serious Escort istanbul expression, he reminded of an actor from a science fiction movie she had liked to watch with her father while cuddling on their couch.

Something about him made Emily think he’d be the kind of trainer who would take things slow and maybe even give her a chance to make a small request of her own as to their activities. She had to remind herself that this wasn’t how that worked here. She tried to heed the words of the older gentleman at the supermarket. “Someone my age”, she said under her breath.

Emily went to the counter to order from a young woman with a shaved head and nose ring and observed that this was a look she had never seen back home. After claiming her drink, Emily noticed a young black man with a laptop. He was tall and large, and she found herself liking that, and feeling pleasure in the fact of experiencing a preference. His spandex shorts showed off a round ass and the kind of large, muscular quads and calves that made her wonder whether they had a weightlifting hobby in common. She found herself thinking about how the color of his skin would look against hers. And she wondered how she had never noticed before that, although there were girls at home of all backgrounds, none of the fathers who had been eligible to train her had looked like that.

She took her biscotti and coffee (lots of 2% milk, no sugar) and stood a few feet away from him at the table. She tried to subtly check out what he was doing and saw that it looked like he was writing code. Not walking to stick the landing on her second approach, she paused for too long and he noticed her.

“Yes?” he asked, turning to face her, an eyebrow raised. “I just, um…” She tried to come up with a reason why she could be spying on him that was not her actual reason. “Is that for class?”

He paused and didn’t smile, but he didn’t tell her to go away, either. She felt like he was trying to gauge the situation, which was fair. “It’s my own project. Not for class.” He turned back to his computer.

She was determined to make a go of this, even if he was not going to make it easy on her. “What are you making? I code for classes. Math and stats.” He looked at her again. “Okay.” He kept looking, expectedly.

Emily was unsure where to go from here. Although she didn’t know what to say, her body was telling her that this was good. Even though she had some major doubts about the ideology she’d grown up with – enough to leave so much behind – she still believed with every pound of her strong little body in her own desirability and in the goodness of using it to give and receive pleasure. And she’d never initiated more than a chaste hug with a boy her own age, but she had to think it couldn’t be so different than with the fathers who had deflowered her and everything after that. She certainly knew her way around a penis, she reasoned, and if she could just get to the point where that skill was relevant, she could show him, and they would both walk away satisfied.

She decided she was going to have to give him a hint, at least, about what she wanted. “I think you’re really cute.” She heard the words coming out of her mouth and she thought she sounded even younger than her 19 years. But it worked. The young man finally smiled, thanking her and complimenting her dress. She put a hand out and he shook it briefly. “I’m Emily. I’m starting at the university for the fall as a transfer student.” “David. I live in town, and I’ll be a freshman.” A pause. “You can…stay and talk if you want,” he told her.

In a moment of boldness, she took his hand again and held it longer this time. He didn’t pull back. She asked if it was alright, and he nodded. This was so different from a training session, she thought. By this time, she would ordinarily be presenting her body to the man who had chosen her, her breasts pushed forward for his perusal, her legs spread to allow him access to the area between them, that source of so much shame and even more pleasure. But here, she had to lay a series of breadcrumbs and hope he would follow them. And all the while, she was still buzzing with need, her mind feeding her a vision of her naked body on the table while David pounded her, taking what he deserved — but no, she reminded herself. Not what he deserved, but what she would choose to give him.

Once she’d taken his hand, he seemed to loosen up a bit – to grasp the loose plotline for the night, even if he wasn’t sure exactly of the whats, whys, or hows – and they got to talking about their respective interests, what he was working on, and the classes they’d soon be starting. She elided the fact of her immigration, implying she’d moved from another province, not wanting to be the source of pity the way she had been to the man in the grocery store.

Emily liked his animation when describing his interests, and even his willingness to argue with her. Her experience with trainers was that they had two modes, telling you what to do and telling you that you were adorable, and she got a lot of pleasure from the latter (and sometimes the former) but being disagreed with felt like a kind of being taken seriously, and this turned out to interest her more than she would have guessed. “Another preference”, she thought with glee.

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*Dedicated to the ladies that live this life. I commend you.

Tom knew he had a week-long business trip coming up, and he made sure to tell his wife Barbara he would be gone. He would fly out Sunday night, and fly back on Friday evening. This wasn’t his first trip, but it was the longest. Normally, he would be gone 2-3 days. So he had to help her with his extended absence. He made sure to speak with his kids about helping mom around the house, and being mindful. He also decided to talk to his neighbors.

Tom had a habit of looking for business women while he was out on his travels. A common practice of his was to visit the hotel bar, where, more often than not, 2-3 women were also traveling for business. Sometimes he could score some sex, and other times they had already been ‘caught’ by another business man. Of course, some of these women were not business women, they were escorts who were fishing for a date. He could tell the difference because business women tended to wear their pencil skirts to the bar. They would have a silk or satin blouse with a tiny jacket to make the outfit professional. The escorts dressed in more revealing attire, and had a hotter look.

With that in mind, he spoke to Kevin, his neighbor to the right of his house. Kevin, like Tom, was a middle American male in every sense of the word. Tom wandered into his garage on Saturday before his departure. Kevin was working on his ’66 Chevy pick up, his favorite hobby.

“How’s it going Kevin?”

“Same ‘ol, same ‘ol. This rust bucket gives me a new problem to solve as soon as I’ve fixed the previous problem.” He gave Tom a glance.

“Isn’t that what makes it fun?” Tom smiled.

“Fun and frustration actually, but yeah, when she’s done it’ll all be worth it.”

“I’m going to be gone for longer than usual. I was hoping to ask you a favor.” Tom threw out there.

“Sure thing neighbor, whatcha need?” he spoke without looking up.

“Uh…this is a bit of an odd request.” Tom stammered.

Kevin looked over, stumped, “Well spit it out already!”

“I want you to hit on my wife while I’m gone.” Tom said boldly.

Kevin stopped working on his car. He stood up and looked at Tom.

“What?”

“Think of it as ‘testing’ her. Will she flirt back? Will she shoot you down?” Tom said, straight faced.

“Hmph. That’s kinda risky don’t you think?”

“How so?”

“What if she goes for it? What if she calls my bluff? Kevin looked into Tom’s eyes.

“I see what you mean.” He shrugged. “You decide if or when you get to that bridge.” Tom replied.

Kevin gave him a look, shrugged and said, “I’ll think about it. Don’t forget I got a wife too.”

“I can’t ask for anything more. Thanks for your consideration.”

Tom then walked over to the neighbor on the other side, to Bill’s house which was to the left of his house. In this case, he had to knock on the door. Bill opened the door after several minutes. “Hey Tom, how can I help you?”

“Hi Bill, are you home alone? I thought Mary would answer.” Tom asked.

“Yeah, she has a hair appointment, and I sent the kids to their grandma’s so I could get some peace and quiet.” Bill said.

“Say, are you tying fly fishing lures?” Tom asked. He could see various items on the kitchen table.

“Oh yeah, I take for granted people know about my hobby. I love fly fishing, and luckily my dad taught me how to make my own lures when I was growing up. I tell you, it has saved me a ton of money!” Bill explained as he walked Tom over to the table.

“Really? Not from what I’ve seen at Walmart. You can get lots of them for about $20.”

“No, no, no Tom. No self respecting fly fisherman would use those cheap knockoffs from China. The real fly lures go for about $50-$100 for two or three of them. Besides, if you really get into fly fishing, you gotta do your research. Do you think a wasp in Montana looks like a wasp in Texas? No sirree, I research what they look like and tie up some new lures for where I plan to fish.”

“Ok, understood. Say, I got an odd request for you.” Tom finally managed.

He proceeded to tell Bill what he had told Kevin. Bill was floored.

“I don’t know about that Tom, that sounds risky in so many ways. I don’t know if I could, to be honest.”

“Okay, no worries. I thought I would ask you since I have faith in you. It’s my wife I wanted to test.”

“Well, I’ll flirt with her, but that’s all. I’ll let you know if she flirts back, how about that?”

“Sure, I’ll take what I can get. Thanks Bill! And this is between you and me and no one else.”

“Well of course!” Bill said as he walked him to the door.

**********

It was Sunday morning and Tom made a special breakfast. Normally he left mid-week and took his family to dinner, close to the airport if possible. Before he hit the kitchen though, he woke up his wife with a sensual massage. She stirred and looked at him.

“Are you getting funny ideas, Mr. Man?” She asked.

“I’m not going to see you for a week, so why not?” he smiled devilishly.

“What about Escort Bayan the kids? She said with a whisper.

“I locked the door, we can make it a quickie.”

“Oh alright, but only because you’re gone for longer this time.”

Tom and Barbara quickly got to it, and they both climaxed in short order. Quickies can be under appreciated by some, but if you’re married, they can be love life savers.

While Barbara showered, Tom started on his 5 piece breakfast. Pancake batter was quickly whipped up alongside eggs for omelets. As he poured the pancakes in he fixed up several omelets; mushroom, bell pepper, cheese and sausage omelets for them to choose from. As the pancakes and omelets cooked, he slow cooked bacon in the oven, a trick he had learned from his sister. He fresh squeezed orange juice and had toast going on his 4 slice toaster. By the time Barbara and the kids came out, he had a full spread on the table.

They dug in as he quickly jumped in the shower himself, and when he returned they were still eating. He served himself and joined in. They smiled and ate their fill as small talk about the coming week flowed. Once everyone was satisfied, he had the kids help him clean up so ‘mom can relax for once’, he told his kids.

Later that day he packed his suitcase and hugged his kids and wife. The Lyft arrived on time, and he left for the airport. The kids ran on the sidewalk waving bye as he rounded the corner. Tom waved a final goodbye through the rear windshield.

**********

After a full day of business meetings and massaging fragile business ego’s, Tom was ready to relax. One day down, three and a half to go. He stopped at his room first, before hitting the bar downstairs. He changed his boring white button down shirt for a black button down shirt that he had pressed in the morning. He put his favorite cufflinks on, and put a dash of his special cologne on his neck and wrists. Walking to the elevator, he quickly texted his wife and asked how her day was. And with that he stepped in the elevator and hit the button for the lobby.

As he rode down, he wondered if his neighbors would have any luck. Part of him thought Kevin might get lucky, but had his doubts about Bill. Of the two, Kevin was more manly in his estimation. Bill was more of an academic as far as he was concerned.

Entering the bar, he looked around and saw only a few people. Two of them were a pair of men, and clearly a team from the company they worked with. One was a woman at a table eating dinner as she worked on her laptop. She looked on the older side and he thought less likely to be looking for fun. Another lady was at the end of the bar and more of his type. She had red wavy hair, and what he referred to as an ‘office hottie’. She glanced at him, then returned to her phone. The bartender came over, and nodded to him.

“I’ll have a Manhattan, and if you could refill the ladies drink at the end of the bar on me, I would appreciate it.” Tom left a notable tip on the counter and gave him his business credit card.

In a few short moments, his drink arrived, then the bartender refilled the ladies drink. He couldn’t make out what they said, but she looked over to him and mouthed “thank you but no.”

He tipped his drink towards her and shrugged as if to say ‘I tried’.

Well, it looked like not tonight, or at least not yet. He ordered an appetizer and checked his phone. His wife had replied and he texted her back. After several texts back and forth his appetizer had arrived. He ate it, savoring the flavors. As he finished, he looked at his phone again, half an hour had passed. He asked for another drink and looked around.

Same people except now there was a married couple at one of the tables. The girl at the end of the bar was still on her phone while the older lady had closed her laptop. He mused about his options, maybe he should hit a bar downtown, he thought when he saw a lady take a seat one stool away from him.

He glanced at her and she was wearing a fetching outfit. She was wearing a cocktail dress, with a tiny sweater over it. Her long elegant arms were barely hidden, and she had matching earrings and bracelets. The lipstick? Fire engine red.

He smiled as she saw him appraising her, and she smiled back.

“Buy a lady a drink?” she said.

“Of course,” he replied.

The bartender got her a cocktail and refilled Tom’s Manhattan.

“Let me guess, businessman on travel?” she quipped.

“Guilty! And you?” He returned her volley.

“Oh, I’m just out for the night, getting some air if you know what I mean.” she smiled.

“Everybody needs to get some air from time to time. Tom, by the way,” he said, offering his hand.

She shook it, “Julie, I’m charmed.”

“Not yet you’re not,” Tom smiled wolfishly.

She smiled wickedly at his presumption, then giggled.

“Okay, so what are you doing the rest of this evening,” asked Tom.

“That depends on where you are, and what we decide to do about it.” she shot back

Tom signaled the Escort bartender to close his tab. When he paid up, he pounded the rest of his drink. He stepped back from the bar and put his arm out, inviting her to take it. She left the drink half finished, and took his arm, placing her hand inside his elbow. They walked out of the bar together and to the elevator.

When they got in, Tom hit the floor and turned to face her. She was a sight to see. Good sleek body, well dressed and voluptuous where it counted. She smiled back at him.

“I hate to break it to you, but I charge $300-$500 for my services.” She ran a finger down her dress, giving him a better look at her cleavage.

“I came prepared. This isn’t my first rodeo.” He countered.

“I like men that know what they want, and know how to treat a lady right.” She pulled her dress aside showing him one full breast.

The elevator chimed as they got to his floor. Tom put out his arm again. “Shall we?”

She fixed her dress, then rather than take his arm, she nestled into him, and he wrapped his arm around her. To any stranger, they would appear to be a long time couple. Tom tapped the key card to the reader on the room’s door. She followed him in as he held the door open.

**********

“Undress in the front of the window,” Tom said. He pulled several bills from his pocket and put them on top of the dresser. She placed her purse on top of the money and walked seductively towards the window.

She did a slow strip tease as she removed several articles of clothing. As he watched, he started getting undressed as well. She was almost nude, and looked at him, “Do you want me in my lingerie, or fully nude?”

“You decide,” he smiled ravishingly.

Dropping her bra, he walked towards him, he was standing in his boxers before the bed. Giving him a mild nudge, he fell back on the bed. She kicked off her panties, she placed her knee on the bed, she clambered over him and let her long hair slide over his chest. When her face was above his, she smiled.

“Ready for some fun?”

He nodded. She reached over and picked up his tie, and brought his hands up above his head. Then she proceeded to tie his wrists together. Her sexual smile stayed there all the while.

“Be right back,” she said sultrily.

She got the belt from the bathrobe which was hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Doing a burlesque strut as she walked back to the bed, she used the belt like a stripper’s boa. When she got to him she tied the belt around the tie and then tied it to the bed frame. Tom was lying diagonally across the bed.

“Time for fun!”

Tom shimmied as she removed his boxers, leaving him nude. He didn’t feel the condom she slipped over his stiff member; he just felt her mouth envelope his cod. A long sigh escaped his lips. This was far more soothing than a hot shower or a jacuzzi. He closed his eyes as she worked her magic on his shaft.

“Mmm, that’s what daddy needs. You are really good!”

She giggled and gave his shaft an extra couple of squeezes with her lips. He arched his back, her method driving him crazy with lust. He was afraid he might cum soon, and he didn’t want that. What he didn’t know is that Julie knew exactly what she was doing. She continued teasing him with a blow job, but she was very good at gauging when men were close to cumming. She worked his knob, but didn’t put too much pressure, she wanted to string him on.

“Mmmm,” Tom moaned.

He was loving her attention on his pole. She crawled her way up to his face and lowered her pussy on his face. He sniffed her pussy, and he could smell her musk. Her pussy was very wet. She might be a professional, but she still felt aroused. That was a big ego boost for her clients.

“I’m clean, I have my results in my purse if you want it,” as she lowered herself onto him.

Tom just accepted it, and licked away. He could check when they were done…or not.

Her hips swayed over his face, using him to pleasure herself as much as he was enjoying it. From time to time her taint got his lips and tongue, whether he knew didn’t matter to her.

Tom was enjoying her fleshy salad, her flowing juices all the dressing he needed. Her hands reached back and rested on his hairy chest as her hips kept cresting on his kisser. Tom was intoxicated by her musk and it was making him harder.

“Give me a ride baby, sit on my johnson,” he begged.

She rose up, moved down his body and her hand took his cock. Placing it on her opening, she slid down onto it. She moaned a little, then started rocking her hips back and forth. Just like she had on his mouth, her hips explored his branch, making sure it touched all of her insides.

Tom was relishing it, being tied up was new and he was enjoying it. Her rocking became forward and backward movements, her hands on his chest. Her face would turn to the ceiling, then look down on him. Her long hair hiding his face, creating a private little space for them.

“I like this,” he said.

His hips moved Bayan escort counter to her hips gyrations. Working together to please and satisfy each other. Their bodies moving to an internal rhythm, grinding against each other. They continued on and on. Tom tried to pull his head towards her breasts but couldn’t reach them since he was tied. She teased him, dropping them close then pulling away as he tried again. Finally, she dropped her breasts on his face. He tried his best to lick her nipples, the game making him more excited.

Once he had his nursing, she started riding him to completion. Her hips trusting back on to him with a savage lust, pounding her cunny down onto his hardened shaft. His breathing increased as she clapped her body against his.

“Gah! Oh oh y e a h…” he sighed.

His body deflated as his phallus shot its wad. She tightened her vulva, and milked him. Crawling off, she grabbed a tissue and removed the filled condom, tossing it in the trash. She crawled over and half straddled him. Her long leg over his waist, while she ran her hands through his chest hairs.

“Satisfied?”

“Oh gawd yes!” Tom smiled. “You’re fantastic, I might have to book you for this whole week.”

“Hmm, wish I could but I only work certain nights.”

She got up, and shoved her panties and bra into her purse. Then she started wiggling into her dress. She smiled at him, “Thanks for the great fuck, baby, but I gotta go.”

She leaned over him and kissed him deeply, and twisted one of his nipples.

“Bye!” as she crossed to the door.

“Wait, you gotta untie me!” Tom said, as she reached the door.

“You’ll figure it out,” she smiled mischievously.

Tom did eventually get out, but it took a while. He chuckled to himself, what a great lay he thought to himself.

**********

Kevin was working on his car and spied Barbara getting groceries out of the car. He quickly got up and walked over.

“Can I help you with those?” as he picked up several bags.

“Oh, well that’s very kind of you Kevin.” Barbara said, slightly surprised.

“No problem, Tom asked if I could help you out if you needed it while he’s away.”

“I’m not helpless, but thank you,” she said as he followed her into the house.

They walked into the kitchen and started setting down the first round of bags. As they both walked back towards the car, Kevin asked,

“It must be hard having Tom away. You’re left with everything.”

“Oh, I’m used to it by now. But you’re right, some things just aren’t the same.”

“Like what?”

She grabbed two bags as Kevin grabbed the last three.

“Little things around the house. Or the way he helps with stuff.”

They set the remaining bags on the counter.

“What kinda stuff?” he asked.

She blushed. Kevin cottoned on.

“Oh! Well…I don’t know about that.” he said with a mischievous grin.

“No, no…Tom massages my shoulders if I’ve had a long day. Not ‘that’…” she said blushing even deeper.

“I can give you a shoulder massage, that’s no big deal.”

“Oh, I couldn’t…I shouldn’t…”

Kevin saw his opportunity. “Okay, I totally understand.” He was about to turn and head out, when she said…

“Well, it’s just a shoulder massage…”

“Yeah, harmless,” he shrugged.

She went to the hallway bathroom and returned with a bottle of baby oil. She sat on a stool by the counter and undid the first few buttons on her blouse, turned away from him. Lifting her shirt, she exposed the top of her shoulders and neck. Kevin squeezed some oil into his palm, he rubbed his hands together to warm up the oil. He then rubbed her neck down to the top of her shoulders. Back and forth his strong hands gently kneaded the stress out of her nape.

“Oh, that feels incredible,” her body relaxing.

Kevin blew cold air onto her oiled neck, then continued his ministrations. As he worked on a knot, he heard her say,

“Oooh, don’t give me ideas!”

“What?” Kevin blew on her neck again. “You mean this?” He blew more cold air on her neck.

He felt her melting under his hands. She let out a purr.

“Yes, you shouldn’t do that,” she said weakly.

He blew on her neck again, but closer. His hand went forward and got under her bra in one swift move. She leaned back into him, making it easier for him to grope her.

“We can’t tell Tom,” her voice was weak but seductive.

After an hour, Kevin walked home. He had just fucked the daylights out of Barbara. He couldn’t believe it. Either Tom wasn’t taking care of business or she was quite the vixen.

He had groped her more when she had leaned back, then his other hand lifted her skirt. She hadn’t resisted at all. In fact, she moved to make it easier for him. In short order, he had her leaning onto the stool. Her skirt was lifted and he had pulled down her panties to her thighs. Pulling his pants down to below his bottom, his shaft had penetrated her wet pussy with ease. He rammed into her, she pushed back and was slightly bent over the stool. His body slammed into her again and again. If he didn’t know any better, he would suspect she was in heat.

Her hands undid her blouse and let her tits pop out. Kevin grabbed them from behind as he continued to rail her cunt. The sheer size of her mammaries gave Kevin plenty to play with.

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Driving home from our shopping excursion, the easily identifiable store bag remained in my lap. While my wife drove, and for reasons I can’t explain, I kept rifling through the bag to gawk at the nearly two dozen pairs of panties.

That is precisely what I was deeply engrossed with when Marie drove up to a roadside luncheonette and parked. “That’s one heck of a grin you’ve got there, buddy.” Damn! She caught me. “Come on. There’ll be plenty of time for that later. Let’s get a bite to eat.”

Over lunch, we enjoyed a delightful conversation — somehow, none of it sex-related.

Everything changed the moment we stepped into the house. My wife’s whole demeanor reverted back to that of the game master, dictating the day’s activities. “Okay, mister. First, I want you stripped down to your underwear. Time for you to put on a private show for me.” [Cool!] I thought. [Now we’re gonna have some fun.] My clothes were off in a flash, leaving me wearing just those gray see-through panties. I began gyrating for her.

Marie’s facial expression was one of bemused pity. “That’s nice but not what I had in mind.” Dumping the bag of recent acquisitions onto the bed, she said, “First, you need to pick out your favorite pair.”

Under average circumstances, when all of your underwear is plain white, picking out a pair, any pair, would be no challenge at all. Only now, I was confronted with choosing from this colorful array of women’s panties. Panties that, for some weird, yet to be explained reason, were supposedly all for me.

While still hoping to get my wife in the mood for some bedtime fun, the jokester in me picked out the frilliest, most feminine pair — a bright pink print with tiny red hearts, all trimmed in red lace.

Marie smiled, “I like your taste. Now put them on.”

[Okay! Now I got her.] I slipped into the bathroom, took off what I had on, and stepped into this other, much more prissy pair.

To create the most significant emphasis on my dick, I tucked my balls and scrotum up into my abdominal cavity. Thus, the panties fit me like a glove, putting my arousal and excitement front and center. [This oughta get things going in the right direction.]

With a big silly grin, I danced my way out of the bathroom and shimmied over to my wife. “Oh yes! You look just so sweet. Cute even. I can tell that you like them too.” It was true. Even my dick was giving its own sign of approval by standing straight and strong. Having my wife’s positive feedback only added fuel to the fire.

Marie had me do some additional modeling so she could take some pictures. Using her phone’s camera, she had me pose for her while she clicked away. Once again, being the center of attention motivated me to do whatever was asked of me.

Next, she had me make a display of all the rest of my panties on the bed. I was then told to lay on my side across the bed in a Playgirl sort of pose, just above them, so she could take a wide-shot picture “of you and your collection.” Why this was MY collection remained a mystery. But why ruin the moment.

Unlike some people, I’ve never been one to shy away from being photographed. But not since our wedding had this many pictures been taken of me in one day.

With that out of the way, Marie said that she wanted to sit and observe me folding everything in preparation for putting them into my underwear drawer. Clearly, she really did intend for this massive collection of feminine lingerie to be all mine and no one else’s. Following this logic, she had hers, and now I had panties of my own. Chills crawled up and down my spine.

I still had no idea when I’d ever be putting them to use. But the novelty of it was undeniably intoxicating.

As I began folding, it seemed as good a time as any to ask why it had been so important that we buy all of these additional parties? And especially today of all days? When we could be spending the day having wild and uninhibited sex? Her response was, “When I came home last night, I noticed you had draped two of your new panties over the curtain rod in the bathroom. But I noticed a pair of mine there as well. That told me one thing, it told me that you really, REALLY like wearing panties. It also let me know that what you bought yesterday didn’t have enough of something. Maybe color, style, or possibly pizzazz. And since that seemed to be the case, it was only right for us to buy you a wider variety. Now you won’t have to borrow mine because you have plenty of your own.”

My attempts at explaining that putting on her panties was only done as an experiment and not that I even wanted any ladies’ panties. Marie poo-pooed my explanation, saying that I must have enjoyed them enough to have made a mess in them, necessitating a good rinse. Well, she kind of had me there.

With everything neatly folded, I opened my underwear drawer to put them away. One problem — the drawer was so full of briefs and boxers that there was no room to add all of today’s purchases. “Hey, babe? Where istanbul Escort Bayan am I supposed to put these?”

Those words had barely left my lips when Marie sprang from where she’d been sitting, saying, “I can fix that.” Right before my eyes, she reached into the drawer and scooped up all of my men’s underwear into her arms.

Before I knew what was happening, my wife had exited the bedroom and was going down the hall. Stunned curiosity had me hurriedly dropping the stack of panties into the drawer so I could catch up to her. [What is she doing?] Marie seemed to chuckle as I padded barefooted behind her.

With her arms full of my tighty-whities, Marie walked out the sliding glass back door, across the patio, and into the backyard. I watched as she headed past the garden shed at the far corner of our yard and straight for the trash barrel. Marie was smiling as she lifted the lid. Then, glancing back over her shoulder, Marie checked to make sure I was still watching from the back door.

The surprised look that flashed on her face was priceless. It turned out I had not stopped at the doorway. Or even at the patio. Instead, just like a little puppy following its master, I stood just feet behind her.

Now I was the one who was smiling. After all, I had called her bluff. There was no way she really intended to throw away perfectly good underwear. Marie, however, quickly recovered, leaving me as the surprised one. Before my very eyes, she tossed all of my underwear into the trash barrel. Dumbfounded, I bellowed, “What the hell are you doing?”

“I just solved your underwear problem. Now you have plenty of room for your new, much prettier underwear.”

This was completely absurd! I couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed. I needed my underwear. But before I could retrieve them, Marie said one more thing that instantly sent chills through me. “Don’t even THINK about taking them out of there either, or there will be hell to pay.”

This froze me in my tracks. I knew that tone very well. It was my wife’s don’t dare mess with me’ tone. Then, as extra insurance, she took down the hanging flower pot and dumped it on top of the underwear.

Marie was smirking as she moved around me until she was between the house and me before really drilling home my situation. In a sickeningly sweet voice, she said, “Don’t look so surprised, sweetie.” Then, more loudly, she added, “You know you like wearing GIRLIE things. I mean, just look at you. Standing here, showing our neighbors how excited you are about your new panties!”

OH MY GOD!!! My wife had put me under such a spell that I honestly hadn’t thought about how I was dressed (or undressed) when I followed her into the yard! Now that I’d been snapped out of my coma, I realized that I was barefoot and utterly naked except for the very girlie panties I had jokingly offered to put on.

Yep. That was me. Out in the wide-open and sun-lit backyard, wearing hot pink panties with red lace trim. My previously private show had just gone public.

Reflexively, I looked around at the neighbor’s houses and backyards, hoping that I might not be seen if I hurried back into the house.

No such luck! A quick scan of my surroundings revealed that I was being observed from all sides.

To my left, my good friend Andy had been working in his garden. On the opposite side, Josephine, our slightly older and recently divorced neighbor, had been cleaning her windows. Both had stopped what they were doing, watching and waiting to see what was next.

Meanwhile, in the yard directly behind ours, fifteen-year-old Rachel and two of her friends had their cell phones in hand. Were they texting or gaming? Did it really matter? Now, all three stood in slack-jawed awe at the spectacle occurring in the back door neighbor’s yard.

[This has to be a nightmare!]

Nope! This was real. With only a 4-foot chain-link fence separating our yards, I was clearly visible on all sides. The angle and intensity of the afternoon sun emphasized the blinding hot pink of the panties I wore, along with the size of my little erection.

Geez! I still had a hard-on!

The sounds of giggling girls began filtering through the already congested sensory inputs. My face grew red with embarrassment. Somehow, I couldn’t seem to move from where I stood. Yet, as if on a turntable, I continued turning round and round. I was surrounded on all sides. Where my wife stood prevented a quick exit. Turning from her, I saw Andy moving towards the fence. Then there were the girls and their beaming smiles, likewise for Josephine. No matter which way I turned, anxious eyes were focused on me. “Hey, Marie!” I heard Andy call out, “For a moment, I thought that was Jeff there with you. But based on the attire, I’m guessing that’s his sister with you.”

I looked over to see him smiling broadly as Marie yelled back, “Yea, she just arrived. Strong family resemblance.”

My cock gave a twitch istanbul Escort at the humiliation of it all. “Looks like she enjoys showing off,” he said.

“You got that right. No modesty with her.”

Andy quickly shot back, “Anytime she wants to put on another show, give Donna and me a call.”

Humiliated, I turned away from Andy only to be facing the teenage girls again, who were now using their phone’s cameras, photographing EVERYTHING!

In rotating myself away from the girls and their cameras, my feet finally found the ability to move. Swinging past Marie, I ran into the house. Just as I was crossing the patio, Josephine leaned out her window shouting, “Hey Marie. My niece left some of her training bras that just might fit.”

I made it through the back door just as Marie was calling back to Josephine, “That sounds like a good idea, Josie. Thanks.”

Marie had the biggest smile on her face as she approached. And you know what? So did I! I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by the humiliation of exposing myself to people I knew.

Just then, from behind the fence, Rachel chimed in. “If you’d like, I still have some old bras that don’t fit me anymore.” Through hysterical laughter, the other girls offered theirs as well.

[Bras?!?! Really?] Why was I shaking with excitement, listening to Marie tell our neighbors, “Thanks. All donations that fit will be appreciated.” Gloating, my wife turned to me, saying, “See, sweetie, Everyone wants you to have everything you want and need.”

This wearing panties thing was suddenly morphing into something else entirely. It was getting way out of hand, that’s what! [How the hell do I keep getting into these situations?] While following my wife back into the bedroom, I tried to figure out just what type of game we were playing. What other means of embarrassing me has Marie dreamed up? Where was this all leading? And just how far was I willing to go?

Just then, I had a moment of clarity. [Oh, heck. They’re just teasing me. RIGHT? I mean, come on. Exposing myself to them like that deserved some teasing. It didn’t mean it was ever going to happen. I mean, really. Training bras?! What’s next? Stockings, high heels, and makeup? Yeah, like I was ever going let that happen.]

Marie interrupted my thoughts by asking, “You haven’t told me; did you enjoy the cum I brought home for you?” That question took me back to Marie returning from her night of fucking a stranger, causing a small moan to escape. “I know that you swallowed it because you left the empty condom on your pillow.” Just thinking about the kinky thing she had done elicited another moan. “I knew you would. Turning you on turns me on.”

“Well,” I replied with a chuckle, “I had kinda been hoping to dine on creampie. Instead, I had a cum filled condom shoved into my mouth. Very creative, I might add.” I chuckled again. “Keeping it warm inside your pussy and all. Too bad it burst while I was asleep, so, unfortunately, I have no memory of actually tasting any cum.”

“Poor baby.” Her words were sincere, but her tone dripped with sarcasm. “I’m sorry to hear that. Well, I tried.”

Marie looked at the clock and said, “Okay. It’s getting late. I’ve got to get ready for my date.”

“DATE?” I asked incredulously. “What date? I planned for us to have tonight all to ourselves.”

“We are going to have tonight all for ourselves,” Marie was quick to respond. “Just not together.” My plans for making our own hot night of sex were falling apart.

I suddenly felt numb. [Another date?! Holy shit! I thought for sure that last night would end up being a ‘one and done’ sort of thing. She’d had her fling, and that would be the end of things.] Before I could argue that tonight was supposed to be OUR night, Marie continued. “Remember me telling you how I drunkenly almost knocked a guy over?” This was a rhetorical question. Of course, I remembered. “Well, I gave him my number, and this morning, half an hour before you came home, he called me asking if he could meet me?”

“And I suppose you couldn’t resist, could you?” That came out sounding much too snotty, which I instantly regretted. I reached out for her hand, “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that I really had my heart set on having you to myself tonight, being childless and all.” Marie patted my hand, telling me that there would be other nights. “Yeah, I know. It’s just that I kinda figured that once you had tested the waters, you’d, I don’t know… I just thought that you’d tell me that once was enough.”

Marie laughed out loud. “Oh, sweetie. You thought wrong.”

A light bulb lit above my head. “So, all along, while we’ve been playing, ‘your game, your rules,’ this was a part of the plan, wasn’t it?”

“You know it, sweetie. Oh! And the best part about it being MY GAME, is that you never asked for a time limit when it ends. That means I get to say when the game will end. Until I do, the rules are that Escort istanbul you have to play along for as long as I say and do what I tell you. And right now, I’m telling you that you will be helping me get ready for my date with Jason.”

“Wait. What? How? Why would I want to do that?”

“Because,” Marie snapped, “I am telling you that you will get me ready for my date.”

I took a deep breath in resignation, “Yeah. I know, your game, your rules.’

“That’s right. You told me over and over that I should let someone else fuck me. That means you want to be a cuckold. Well, I’m granting your wish. And after last night, this is something I really NEED to do! It might be just this one more date. Then again, maybe there will be more. I don’t know. But tonight, I am going to see Jason, and well, we’ll see where things go from there.” Then a strange expression lit up her face. “Who knows, Jason might not be enough. I might need to try out a few others.”

I couldn’t believe what I just heard. [Well, I’ll be damned! My wife is a convert! It’s a complete turnabout in her thinking. Going from reserved and monogamous to having no reservations about fucking an assortment of men.]

Somehow, while trying not to let my excitement show, I said, “I’m guessing it’s tonight’s date why you let it slip earlier about not needing to make excuses. No little ones around to know that mommy is out again.”

“Exactly. And while I’m on my date with Jason, you will have nothing to distract you from thinking about me and what I might be doing. I’m sure your dirty little mind will picture all sorts of nasty things Jason and I are doing together.”

Sure enough, my dick was already inflating.

My wife had me right where she wanted me — horny as hell while hoping that she’d get the fucking of her lifetime. “All part of the game, I guess?” I asked, knowing full well it was. “Well, since you’re getting laid tonight, do I get a consolation prize for playing this game?”

In her most seductive voice, she said, “Well, you said that last night you were cheated out of a creampie. I have a feeling that when I come home, you will be getting a sweet and creamy prize.” This elicited another deeper moan. [God! I can almost taste that creampie now!]

Following my wife’s directions, I helped her undress, and together we got into the shower. Using her sweetest smelling soap, I washed her from head to toe. Although it hardly needed doing, she had me shave her. The legs and armpits were first leaving her pubic area for last. I can barely describe the intense feelings that raced through me while carefully and diligently tending to this area. Knowing that I was prepping my wife for another man’s viewing and tactile pleasure motivated me to make everything perfect.

While preparing my wife for her date with another man, she again told me just how good-looking this Jason character is. How kind he was after she stumbled into him.

With Marie kneeling in front of me so I could wash her hair, she gently rubbed her hand over my pantie covered hard-on until I was about to erupt. But, of course, ejaculation was something I still was forbidden from having.

After all soap and shampoo had been rinsed off, it was time to towel my bride dry.

Before she could dress for her date, I applied moisturizing cream to every inch of her body. Next, she had me fasten a black suspender garter belt around her waist before rolling a pair of fancy stockings up her legs. Decorative pinstripes of black on nude ran the length of the stockings. This gave the illusion that her legs were extra long. Black high heels shoes added definition to her calves.

Next, she needed to apply her makeup.

I should explain that my wife was born with and has retained its excellent complexion. Even without any makeup, her natural beauty is stunning. Her eyelashes and eyebrows perfectly complement and accent her deep brown eyes. And her lips are invitingly kissable, with just the right amount of swell without being puffy.

Applying a dusting of powder to her nose and brow masked any sheen. And specifically for her date, she chose to wear dusty red lipstick. She said the color was to look kissable without being overly aggressive.

Then it was time to finish drying her hair before brushing it out. I stood there patiently, admiring the sight before me. Aside from her garter and stockings, my wife was still naked. Although I had seen my wife getting herself dolled up plenty of times, it still never failed to steal my breath away to look at her. Only this time, she wasn’t doing this for me. Instead, my wife was putting in this effort for her ‘date’. The sexiest woman I know was going on a date with another man. The dark belt and suspenders framed and showed off her bald pubis.

With her face and hair done to her satisfaction, all that remained was slipping the sexy black dress over her head and allowing it to slither down her body. The plunging neckline, both front, and back, precluded wearing a bra. And it was no surprise to me when Marie chose not to put on any panties. This was, after all, the game master’s night. It was my wife’s date. Her night to freely express herself in any way she chose. I was only there to assist in the preparations. And it was damned exciting to play this part.

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Early days of my marriage

The pain was unbearable. It felt like a knife was slowly cutting into my flesh. The burning pain was searing into me, I struggled to move but with the combined weight on my back and the ropes it was impossible.

“STOP, STOP. No more, stop please.

“Shhhh, I’ll take it slow. Just lay still.”

I lay there with my heart beating out of my chest, sweat dripping off my forehead gripping the bedsheets like my life depended on it. Her tongue snaked around my earlobe as she whispered.

“Just lay still and the pain will pass.”

I met my now wife Sharon at her best friend’s wedding. I was there with my friend Carly she was one of the bridesmaids. We had a FWB thing going on for a couple of years. Sharon was the maid of honour, the moment I saw her I knew I wanted her. She was a stunning blond, five feet six inches tall with blue eyes that looked into your soul. I think Carly felt it too as she introduced me to all of her friends, she gave me a quizzical look as I took Sharon’s hand. I tried to make it not too obvious but I could not take my eyes off Sharon all night. I had dances with most of the seven bridesmaids throughout the evening but grabbed Sharon for one or two of the slow dances.

“You’ve got the hots for her haven’t you.?

Carly said to me as I sat back with her.

“I don’t mind but don’t forget you are mine tonight!”

I looked at her grinning, “Maybe I’ll get lucky and have you both.”

“Ha Ha. I your dreams buddy! Come on, take me out on the dancefloor.”

We spent the rest of the night drinking and dancing together, getting out of there and into a cab to our hotel about 2am.

About a week later I was out about town looking for a few clothes for an upcoming vacation.

“Oi Stevie!”

The voice was loud and made most in the street turn their heads, It was Carly.

“I thought that was you, you remember Sharon don’t you?” Looking towards the vision standing next to her.

Sharon looked incredible, she had a light summer dress on with a matching wide brimmed hat and sexy pink high heel shoes.

“Yes, of course how could I ever forget Sharon. How are you?”

She smiled back at me as I stepped in to kiss Carly on the cheek then turned to do the same to Sharon. As I looked into her eyes again I just knew. I ended being with the girls all afternoon, they helped me pick my outfits. I spent far more than I would’ve on my own, I think I was trying to impress Sharon by buying whatever she picked out.

Carly held onto my arm as we walked and whispered to me.

“Ask her out, she likes you, you know that don’t you? I know it might cost us our cuddles but she is worth it I promise you.”

I did just that and we went for dinner later that night. We were so comfortable with each other, we just clicked. It felt right, the conversation was never hard and it flowed and flowed. We drank we danced and I felt she was made for me.

I walked her home to her flat and didn’t push my luck that first night, we kissed goodnight on her doorstep. Then I walked home that night on cloud nine. We had our own wedding eleven months later with those same bridesmaids.

Carly was Sharon’s maid of honour and in a speech said.

“You were both made for each other, you have both found an amazing person to spend the rest of your lives with. I love you both.”

She was an exceptional friend to both Escort Bayan of us.

I can honestly say that day was the best day of my life, including the days that my children were born.

Sharon often asked me in the early days about my feelings for Carly. I told her the truth that I did love her as a great friend and that we were on off lovers then, but not since the day I met her.

About a year into our marriage I was looking for our passports for another upcoming vacation. I looked everywhere even our underwear drawers. I moved a few boxes from the wardrobe to get to our suitcases thinking they may have been left in them. Sharon’s small carry-on bag was behind them, I unzipped it and emptied it onto the bedroom floor.

It was full of sex toys. Vibrators, a strap-on harness, dildo’s, nipple clamps? I mean full on kinky sex toys.

We had a great sex life, I mean a seriously great sex life but I had never seen any of these before. Why were they here and why were they hidden in a bag at the back of our wardrobe?

We had a few sex toys we play with but nothing like these. I put them all back as best as I could and hid the bag back where it was.

I wasn’t sure how to approach the subject with Sharon. I left it for a couple of days when at dinner three night later she said.

“So, when are going to ask?”

“What?”

“You know……the bag.”

“Erm, the bag, what bag?”

“Come on Steve I know you found it, there was a bottle of lube stuck between the suitcases.”

“Ok what the fuck Sharon! What’s going on?”

I was dreading her answer but she calmly rose from the table and took two wine bottles from the worktop and refreshed her glass. She took a big swig and said.

“Ok yes they are mine but they have not seen the light of day for a long time.”

“I KNOW they are yours, its bloody obvious they are yours! but why are they hidden?”

“They’re not hidden, they are just in a bag in the wardrobe. What do you want to know?”

“Everything. Are you seeing someone? Am I not enough? Do you love him?”

She looked shocked, then annoyed. Then angry.

“FUCK YOU! How dare you! How can you jump straight to that!”

Again she rose from the table but this time walked straight past me into the lounge taking the bottles with her.

I sat there thinking “What! What the fuck did I say?”

She shouted from the other room

“NO, you fucking idiot!”

“NO. I am not seeing anyone and NO I don’t love them, and FUCKING NO if you must know, sometimes you are not enough!!”

I sat stunned for a minute or two at the table.

“Well are you coming in or not?”

I made my way to the lounge and stopped leaning against the door jam.

“What’s going on Sharon?”

“They are mine from a past life. Yes I kept them, yes I do keep them hidden and get them out now and again. Yes I do use some of them occasionally in private and sorry you ARE enough I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Past life?”

“Before us, I did have a life before US you know.”

“I know, but the way you said it, you said it like its sordid in some way. What’s going on? Tell me.”

Over the next hour or so I was told of sex parties, girlie weekends away with her friends but the most shocking thing was with Carly.

She and Carly had been lovers!

What the fuck! My best friend fucked my wife and Escort both kept it secret from me. Ok it had been over a year ago and before we were married but what the fuck! and now I find my wife was a LESBIAN!”

She calmly sat there drinking her wine looking at me for a response, my head was running in circles.

“When? Where?”

“Before we met, I promise. You have no competition, I love only you.”

The next day or two over the weekend we talked about our past lives before there was an us, no secrets. I thought I was well travelled and had quite a bit of experience but nothing like her.

Carly was my friend with benefits but without my knowledge she was also Sharon’s too.

She was fucking us both. The chance meeting in town that day was deliberately planned by her, Carly was the matchmaker bringing us both together. Sharon knew Carly was seeing me but I was totally unaware of the reverse.

I knew Carly was into kink, women and things but I had no idea that Sharon was into girls. I learned an awful lot that weekend, I was shocked but not angry. How could I be it was before us. Sharon promised to be open with me and started to teach me things from her past which brings us to four weeks later and I am lying in bed, my wrists tied by ropes to the bedposts.

“STOP, STOP. No more, stop please.

“Shhhh, just lay still.”

I lay there with my heart beating out of my chest, sweat dripping off my forehead gripping the bedsheets like my life depended on it. Her tongue snaked around my earlobe as she whispered.

“Just rest still and it will pass.”

The pain was far worse than I was expecting, she didn’t say it would be this bad. My ass felt like it was being split in half.

She laid on top of me quietly soothing me with her breasts on my back, her hips resting on my buttocks licking my neck and ears for a minute or two.

As she started to pull away I tried shimmying up the bed but she pushed back in taking my breath from me. I gripped the sheets as her hands on my shoulder blades held me in place. Her hips pulled back again, I stayed still bracing myself.

“Relax, if anything push your ass out like you need a pooh it will make it easier, I promise.”

“I can’t, I WILL shit myself!”

“You won’t, it feels like that but you won’t, trust me.”

I was afraid but I tried to relax. I pushed out a little as if I was going to the toilet.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”

She slid back into my body straight to her pelvis in one go. Again my breath left my body, I couldn’t breathe for a split second but I did realise it didn’t hurt so much.

“Better?”

“A bit.”

Her pelvis started to move with a steady rhythm side to side in out, she squeezed another big dollop of lube into my ass crack and it did start to feel better. It actually started to feel a bit nice.

“Move with me, do you want more? Is it nice?”

“Yes, better.”

The burning pain had gone, it was replaced with a much more pleasurable feeling of warmth and fullness. I became aware of myself moaning and moving with her. As she pulled back I didn’t pull away, if anything I moved back a little trying to meet her thrusts. The feeling of wanting to shit was still there a little but nowhere near what it was, I just wanted her to fuck me now.

I felt the ropes starting to be loosened, I turned my head to the side to see it was Bayan escort Carly taking the rope from my left wrist. She was smiling as she stroked my arm gently.

“Just go with it, relax and enjoy us.” She whispered.

She moved over me to free my other hand and was dressed for sex in a silk baby-doll, seamed silk stockings and high heels.

I could feel Sharon’s stockings on the backs of my legs, she was dressed identically to Carly. Sharon wrapped her arms around my torso and pulled me up to her. Carly lent in to kiss me. I was in bed kissing two stunningly beautiful women and my cock was as soft as it had ever been. Carly reached between us and fondled me as Sharon started to fuck me with long deliberate strokes. I started to grow in her hand as she kissed me.

Sharon’s hand met with Carly’s on my cock as they kissed my neck and lips. I was dripping precum and I was putty in their hands. It felt incredible as the wanked me while my ass was full of Sharon’s strap-on. Carly got down to lay on her back below me and Sharon pushed me onto all fours and started to fuck me harder and faster. The feeling now was amazing I had never felt anything even close to this and I loved it.

Carly took me into her mouth as I was being fucked, Sharon took hold of my hips and was pumping me harder now. My face was level with Carly’s bare pussy and I snaked my tongue into it’s luscious folds as she sucked me. My hands running down her silk covered legs.

“You ok baby? You like it? Do you want it, tell me?

“Yes, fuck me. Please just fuck me.”

The feeling was overwhelming me I could feel my insides churning, my head telling nothing about this was right but god it felt amazing. Every now and then on the push stroke I felt her cock hitting my prostate gland and when she hit it, it was like an electric shock it felt like I was coming.

Carly had sucked me to hardness and I was so hard now, so hard it hurt. I was so happy Sharon had talked me into trying this, I had never really done anything kinky and now here I was diving head first into grade one kink.

Carly moved to my balls and sucked each into her mouth watching from below as Sharon’s cock pumped into my ass. She left me for a second and Sharon stopped fucking me, Carly had moved under her and was eating her pussy. I felt Sharon’s hand come around my waist to start jacking me off as she commenced fucking me again. Her left arm was squeezing me to her and her tightly as her right hand was doing her best to make me come.

“Carly, get out front he is about to spurt!”

Carly crawled out from under us and clamped her mouth to my cockhead while her partner in crime pounded my virgin ass. I could take no more and let out spurt after spurt into Carly’s mouth. Sharon fucked me through my first strap-on cum and probably the hardest cum of my life.

She slid herself from me and they french kissed. They swapped my sticky seed between them sucking each other’s tongues greedily.

I flaked out on the side of the bed and could only watch as these two feasted on each other’s mouths and pussies. Sharon fucked Carly doggy style too, It was the most erotic thing to date that I have ever witnessed.

We had gone from a normal loving couple to freaky threesomes in the space of weeks and I was loving it. I found out later that Carly had asked Sharon to have a threesome with me and her before our marriage but she refused.

Now Carly comes to stay with us most weekends and I get fucked by both women taking it in turns to have me, then I take them in turn. I adore watching them together and we do everything that one man and two sexy women could possibly do. I do love married life.

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“OK,” Joyce let go of Dakota’s hand once they arrived back at the cabin, “Maria told me to meet her by the outhouses, so I’m going to head over there.”

“Thanks for walking me back.”

“No problem!” Joyce grinned widely before skipping off in the opposite direction.

Entering the cabin, Dakota discovered Melissa lounging on the couch, back to the door. Walking past, she noticed that the green shorts and shirt of the woman’s uniform were now removed, a matching set of lacy pink underwear in their place. “Catherine?” Dakota stuck her head into her room, finding it empty. Shrugging, she dropped her shirt in the provided bag for dirty laundry and returned to the cabin’s central area. It was too bad they weren’t allowed phones on the property; she could’ve texted Catherine to find out where she was. Fortunately, there was Melissa.

“Hey Melissa,” she walked over to the counselor.

“Oh, hey, Dakota. Glad to see you’re taking advantage of the clothing policy,” she indicated towards the woman’s bare chest.

“Yeah, I was with Joyce, and my shirt got a little dirty.”

Melissa bit her bottom lip, “An unfortunate side effect of our hobby.”

“Anyways, I was just wondering if you know where Catherine went. We planned to meet back here, but she’s not in our room.”

“Not entirely sure,” the counselor sat up, looking over her shoulder at the clock on the wall, “She only left a couple of minutes ago; she couldn’t have gone too far. Maybe try looking around the hot tub area? People tend to gather around there.”

“OK, thanks for your help.”

“Wait! Before you go,” Melissa adjusted herself on the couch, lifting her butt off the fabric, “I’ve got one in the tank that’s been building for a bit. Want to smell it?”

“Um… sure?” Dakota took a few steps forward, slowly bending over so that her face was a few inches from the woman’s ass.

“I’ve always thought it’s better to share,” Melissa’s face scrunched as she strained her sphincter, “Ready?”

Nodding, Dakota was hit with a sudden burst of wind. The fart crackled out with a wet sound, bringing with it a wave of filthy-smelling air. She could feel her pussy twitch as a wave of arousal rippled through her body. The stink was thick and musty, stronger even than Joyce’s shit that Dakota had eaten a few minutes prior. “Wow,” she closed her eyes, inhaling what remained of the fart lingering in the air, “That smells amazing.”

“Yeah, this baby makes some good ones,” Melissa patted her ass, “Although not everyone agrees with my sentiment. I find not going to the bathroom for a few days really adds to the punch.”

“Hmm,” Dakota raised an eyebrow, “You were saving up for today too?”

“I do every year,” Melissa rubbed her belly, a slight bump visible where she was bloating.

“Well, if you want to share some more….”

“Ah, I’m not ready yet. A little more cooking, and I think this could be a monster. But when it is ready,” Melissa looked Dakota up and down, “You might be one of the first picks to enjoy it with.”

“I guess in the meantime I’ll go look for Catherine. Maybe you’ll be ready by the time I find her.”

“Yeah, see you around,” Melissa leaned forward to let out a small, quieter fart, “A little goodbye present.”

Giving a quick wave, Dakota took a chance to breathe in the second fart before heading for the exit. Her pussy was already drenched again, her body desperately pleading for another orgasm. First, she needed to find Catherine; that woman was sure to get her off. Outside, Dakota was met with a few naked women lingering on the adjacent cabin’s porch. One of them — the taller of the two — motioned for Dakota to come over. She knew that finding Catherine was a priority but couldn’t help herself and went to meet the women.

“Hey cutie, you interested in having some fun with me and my friend here?” the one who beckoned her over asked in a rich southern accent. She was tall, and it felt even more so with Dakota looking up at her on the deck. The woman’s amber hair was long and fell in thick waves. It looked almost fake in color, but the matching orange bush of pubic hair between her legs led Dakota to believe it was natural. Her chest was very large, and the smattering of freckles across it only added to the whole southern belle image.

“Sorry, I’d love to, but I’m looking for my friend.”

“Yeah? And what does she look like?” the other woman asked, also southern.

“Maybe a little taller than me, brown hair, glasses,” Dakota tried her best to describe Catherine’s appearance.

“Hmm. I think I might have seen her walk past.”

“Where was she heading?”

“That way,” the amber-haired woman pointed towards the main lodge, “She was with someone else, a short girl with black hair.”

“OK, thanks for your help.”

“Well, hopefully we see you around. My name’s Bella,” the blond crouched down and shook Dakota’s hand through the gaps in the wooden railing, “She’s Theresa. We’re both members of troop four.”

“Troop three,” Dakota pointed to herself.

“I saw. istanbul Escort Bayan With us being neighbors and all, I think you being a third would be quite convenient. After all, I have a bit of a thing for little Asian girls such as yourself. Where are you from?”

“America, but my mom is Korean.”

“I’ve never been with a Korean girl before,” Theresa mused from the sidelines, running a hand down her bare chest before gently tugging on a strand of stray pubic hair.

“I guess I’ll be in touch,” Dakota gave a friendly nod, “But I do have to go now. Prior arrangements and all that.”

“A shame; I don’t like waiting,” Bella frowned, “But I guess I can make an exception for you.”

All of this attention was new to Dakota, and she wasn’t entirely sure how to handle it. Walking away from cabin four, she could feel her face blushing. Hopefully, anyone who saw would attribute it to the warm summer sun. Although she didn’t know why she was worrying so much, this was a fetish camp after all. Regardless, she tried to stay focused on her walk to the main lodge, a difficult task considering how many attractive women were walking around.

With none of them directly beckoning her over, however, Dakota was able to make it to the main lodge without further distraction. Circling the large wooden building, she was surprised to discover how many people were gathered on the cement pad at the back. It appeared that Melissa had been correcting in saying this was a popular spot. A few people were in the hot tub, but most were gathered around the lounge chairs, and on one of them laid Catherine.

“Hey Catherine,” Dakota walked up to the lounging woman.

“Oh, hey.”

“I checked the cabin, and you weren’t there, so I was wondering where you were,” Dakota explained, taking the free seat beside her roommate.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Catherine sat up, “I was waiting for you to come back, but Amelia wanted someone to come over here with her, and Melissa wasn’t interested.”

“Yeah, I talked to her back at the cabin. So, what happened to Amelia?”

Catherine gestured towards the hot tub with her head, “She’s over there taking a dip with a woman she met.”

“And you didn’t join her?”

“I was waiting for you,” Catherine shielded her eyes from the sun, “Where did your shirt go?”

“It got dirty.”

“Tell you what, how about we take off those shorts so they don’t get dirty too.” Leaning forward, Catherine grabbed the band of Dakota’s and pulled them down along with the woman’s panties. Then, setting the clothes beside her on the chair, she got on her knees and began gently kissing around Dakota’s slit. “You’re very wet,” Catherine whispered, her breath hot on the woman’s thighs.

“There were-” Dakota paused, her body tensing as Catherine grazed her clit, “There were two women I met from troop four on my way over here.” Strangely, she didn’t mind that they were doing this publicly. Part of the reason was that she knew everyone here was a consenting adult, but she was also far too aroused to care anymore. Of course, the teasing from Catherine wasn’t helping.

“Were they hot?”

“I almost stayed with them…” she sucked in a breath, clutching the back of Catherine’s head and forcing it against her crotch, “Instead of finding you.”

“Well, that’s no good. I guess I’ll just have to try harder,” Catherine grinned as she nibbled on Dakota’s labia, “Have you gone yet?”

“No. Joyce fed me,” her words were caught in her throat as the pleasure between her legs started to become overwhelming, “but I saved my load for you.”

“Very good; I can show you how I like to play.”

Dakota’s body slumped as Catherine moved back onto her chair. To be brought so close to orgasm only to be denied was excruciating. She cast the woman a begging look, but Catherine ignored her, lounging back on her chair as if nothing had happened.

“Take a seat and follow my lead,” her instructions were clear and concise. Once Dakota did as she was told, Catherine moved onto step two, “Now spread your legs wide, like you’re at the gynecologist. I usually like to lick my finger and kind of tease the hole to get me going.”

Dakota watched the brunette closely and shuddered as Catherine reached a hand between her legs. She couldn’t see anything from this angle, but she noticed Catherine’s quickened breathing and the look of bliss that spread on the woman’s face. Curious, Dakota followed the woman’s instruction and slowly coated her finger in saliva, not breaking sight on Catherine the entire time. Putting it between her legs, Dakota quickly found her sphincter and began rubbing her spit on the wrinkled flesh. She had done anal play before — both with toys and her fingers — but this felt better, more intimate.

“And, when you’re ready,” Catherine instructed, letting out a low moan, “Push the tip of your finger inside. But only the tip; we don’t want to smash what’s inside up too much; otherwise, we won’t be able to do the best part.”

Dakota pushed istanbul Escort her index inside to the first knuckle, not wasting any time. Her ass took it easily but quickly became tight as it tried to grip and squeeze her finger. Twitching, her pussy begged for some attention, but she was careful not to do anything without Catherine’s instructions. As a result, a small pool of juice formed under her on the chair. She didn’t see it — her eyes still focused on Catherine — but she could feel the moistness on her butt cheeks.

“It feels good, right?”

“Yeah,” Dakota let out a breathy moan.

“Really just enjoy it, the warmth of your finger against the flesh of your asshole. Can you feel it? Your shit begging to get out?”

Shuddering in pure ecstasy, Dakota replied, “It’s right there. I can feel it with my fingertip.”

“You’re not damaging it, right? You have to be gentle.”

“No,” she swallowed, “Just brushing it with my nail.”

“Good,” Catherine sighed, “We’re going to push now. Are you ready? Just like before, I want you to go slow and methodical; we want it to stay intact. Close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of your load creeping out; savor every bump and wrinkle of your shit as it passes through your hole.”

Reclining so that her head rested against the chair, Dakota’s world went dark as she shut her eyes and pushed. It was difficult to control the speed at which she expelled her waste, considering there was three days worth all fighting to come out. Still, she wanted to follow Catherine’s instructions to the letter and therefore did her best to limit the flow. Fortunately, her shit seemed solid — or the head was anyway — so it was perhaps easier to control.

Once the chair supported the first few inches of her log, Dakota felt comfortable pushing a little harder. As was common when she held it for a few days, her shit was firm and solid, coming out in mostly one piece. With the open cesspool of a hot tub only a few feet away, she struggled to catch any whiff of her waste, but something new was noticeable in the air if she inhaled hard enough. More than her own, Dakota wanted desperately to smell what Catherine was releasing, to get up close and breathe in all the rich funk that came with a fresh load of shit.

Alas, it seemed she had to wait as more instructions came from her right, Catherine not done with her elaborate routine. “Are you finished?” she asked.

“Yeah, I think it’s all out. Can I open my eyes now?”

“No, not yet. I want you to reach between your legs and pick up your shit.”

With the same hand she was using to finger her ass earlier, Dakota searched around the seat of the chair until she felt the warmth of her waste. Then, carefully sliding her fingers under it, she scooped it up into her hand. “OK, I’m holding it. Now what?”

“Is it in one piece?”

Dakota worked her fingers up and down the log, “Feels like it.”

“Good, now slowly press it against the opening to your vagina. Don’t try to force it in, or it will break. Instead, just relax and tease your labia with it for a bit.”

The first thing she noticed was the warmth, the waste feeling somehow hotter between her legs than in her hand. The second was how good it felt. The wetness of her vagina already seeping out, it quickly coated the head of her shit and made working it in slightly easier. Dakota wanted desperately to feel the entire thing inside of her; it had to be at least six inches long and one and a half wide. However, heeding Catherine’s warning, she paced herself.

After some careful prodding, the head of her shit suddenly slipped past her opening and plunged roughly an inch inside. The sudden intrusion caused Dakota to gasp, the woman doing everything she could not to clamp down on the turd with her vaginal muscles, thereby destroying it. Instead, she cautiously pulled it out almost all the way before pushing back in. Then, slowly began to fuck herself with the turd, each thrust going deeper as her juices lubricated the foul mass.

With the friction and moistness of her pussy, Dakota could feel her fingers become covered in a thick goo as her log softened. She didn’t want this feeling to end, but it seemed her pleasure had a timer. So, with one last slow, deep thrust, she buried the full length of her shit inside herself. The depth felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough, and Dakota’s dirtied hand was soon on her clit, feverishly rubbing the erect nub. “It feels amazing,” she moaned, out of breath as her heartbeat quickened.

“We’re not done yet,” Catherine’s voice said back, calm and soothing, “Open your eyes now.”

Dakota jumped at the chance, only to be met with blinding light as her vision adjusted to the afternoon sun. Using her clean hand as a shield, the reality of her situation began to set in. All around her and Catherine were women, all in various states of undress and all staring. A few had their hands between their legs or were pleasuring each other, but Catherine and Dakota were the centerpieces of Escort istanbul it all. Before she could truly take it in, the cheering and clapping began. Each woman showed their appreciation in different ways, but all appeared thankful. Even the members of the hot tub had turned to watch the show, the surface of the brown muck stirring as hand likely worked horny vaginas below the surface.

The sudden attention was almost too much, but Dakota was soon brought back to reality as she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning, she good her first look at Catherine in a few minutes, her face now a bright red and brown hair sweaty and clinging to her face. Like Dakota, her right hand was covered in a thick layer of waste, although it was a lighter yellow than Dakota’s dark brown. She smeared it across her bare chest, leaving a long streak from one breast to the other.

“Come here,” Catherine patted the space between her legs, waiting for Dakota to sit down before grabbing the woman and pulling her down.

Now pressed against the top of Catherine’s body, Dakota spoke in hush tones so their audience wouldn’t hear, “There are so many people watching.”

“What, you don’t like putting on a show?”

“A little exhibitionist. I see….” Nibbling on Catherine’s ear, Dakota grabbed the woman’s breast and began massaging the flesh. She worked her tongue down Catherine’s cheek and around the front until it was deep in the brunette’s mouth, the two locking into a deep kiss. Dakota’s hand moved lower now, snaking down Catherine’s chest and between the woman’s legs. Here, a thick layer of shit was covering her vagina and thighs; it seemed Catherin’s shit had been much softer than Dakota’s and a struggle to get inside.

“Don’t go inside me,” Catherine warned, gasping between intermittent periods of kissing, “I want you to eat the shit out of me.”

“You’re going to feed me from your pussy?” Dakota gave the brunette’s clit a quick squeeze, electing a moan, “That’s very naughty.”

Catherine grinned, locking eyes with the face hovering above her, “You like it.”

“Maybe….” Bringing her hand to her face, Dakota let Catherine get a good look at the vile yellow goo covering it before popping each finger into her mouth individually. She ran her tongue up and down each digit, sucking off the shit and greedily swallowing it. Catherin’s shit was sweeter than Joyce’s, although it still had the bitter, rich flavor commonly associated with such a delicacy. The stickiness of it caused her gums to become coated in the waste, her tongue lapping at the walls of her mouth in an attempt to get it all.

“You look good with my shit in your mouth,” Catherine purred, smearing a small amount of shit on the woman’s face as she stroked it.

“I’m ready for more.”

“Well then, just turn around. There’s a whole shit buffet waiting for you between my legs.”

Flipping so they were now in a sixty-nine position, Dakota allowed herself a few seconds to admire the sticky mess of scat smeared over Catherine’s crotch. The wet shit shined in the afternoon sun, the yellow hue showcasing the small chunks of undigested food inside perfectly. This was all she could observe, however, before her animalistic side took over, and she dived into the stinking mess that awaited her.

Her tongue made short work of the task, slurping and licking off every glob, nugget, or chunk of shit that it could find. She could feel Catherine doing the same to her, although she could tell by the path of the woman’s tongue that she was mostly clean. Fortunately, Catherine wasn’t. Dakota’s face was quickly coated in stray waste as she dove in deeper. Her tongue probed at the entrance to Catherine’s vagina, pushing past the labia to uncover the delicious, earthy treat inside. The juices inside the woman’s slit only added to the addicting flavor, slaty and sweet cream mixing with shit to create a taste all of its own.

“You’re so good at that,” Catherine moaned, gripping Dakota’s ass tightly as she bucked with pleasure.

“I can’t help myself; you taste amazing.” Slurping up a string of brown saliva that was running down her chin, Dakota dove back between her lover’s legs. The outside was mostly clean now — just a few brown streaks left by her tongue — but the real treat was still inside, cooking in the warmth of Catherine’s oozing hole.

“Fuck, I’m going to push it out now; you’ll need to catch it in your mouth.”

“OK,” Dakota locked her lips around Catherine’s opening, teasing the entrance as she awaited her prize. Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait long as, after a few seconds, she could feel a soft mass working its way out. She pressed her tongue against the head of the turd, teasing Catherine as she prevented it from moving further. The waste, now softened, began to squeeze between the gaps and into Dakota’s awaiting mouth.

When Catherine couldn’t hold on for a second longer, Dakota removed her tongue entirely and let the woman’s turd out. The force at which it was being pushed resulted in it being launched nearly into the back of Dakota’s throat, only just being stopped in time by her tongue. As the remaining shit oozed out of the woman’s filthy vagina, Dakota began chewing her fresh mouthful of waste. It had the same flavor of what she had already been licking up but stronger now, concentrated into a single mass of pure filth.

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~~~

Joe’s breasts had grown to AAA cup size and no bigger. They were no longer tender to the touch. His nipples were no longer sore unless Jenny or Lucy sucked them too hard. His nipples were as large as Jenny’s, about two centimetres in diameter and in length when erect. He, upon Lucy’s prompting, had decided to see doctor Judith to get a referral to again see doctor Rebecca, an endocrinologist.

At Joe’s appointment with doctor Judith, she suggests that he has another blood test. She’s takes his blood sample and sends it off to pathology asking for a copy of the results to be sent to doctor Rebecca. Doctor Judith also provides Joe with a referral to see doctor Rebecca.

~~~

Joe sees doctor Rebecca a few days later, Joe said that his breasts had stopped growing and that his testes may be smaller. Doctor Rebecca compared the size of Joe’s testes to the MRI scan that he previously had and she agreed that his testes were about half their original size.

Doctor Rebecca also looked at Joe’s hormone levels in his blood test results and they appeared to be the same. She suggested that doctor Helen, a fertility expert, should examine him.

Doctor Helen asked Joe for another semen sample to check his fertility. Joe took a specimen jar into the adjoining examination room and started to masturbate, but he couldn’t deliver. The atmosphere is too sterile and isn’t stimulating enough for him to perform.

After about half and hour, doctor Helen asked through the door, “May I come in Joe?” she entered the room when Joe answered yes. Doctor Rebecca followed and doctor Helen said, “During your previous examination we helped you with stimulation. Would you like us to help you with that?”

Joe hesitated so doctor Helen said, “I assure you that it won’t be as intense as the previous time. That was due to a slight miscommunication. I’m a professional Joe and we’re here to help you provide a sample that I can examine, so we’ll do the best for you. Okay?”

“Okay,” agreed Joe.

“Good,” said doctor Helen, “During you previous visit I stimulated your prostate to help you ejaculate. With your permission I’d like to do that again. It can be very pleasant I’m told.”

“Okay,” answered Joe. It was very pleasant the previous time although it was very intense. Doctor Helen proceeded to put on some gloves and get out the lubricant.

“Please take off your clothes,” asked doctor Rebecca. She already had on her latex gloves. Joe took off his clothes. Doctor Rebecca said, “I like what you’ve done with your pubic hair and the hair on the rest of your body,” when she saw that Joe was hairless except for the hair on top of his head.

Joe felt that the conversation was more relaxed so he also relaxed and replied, “My girlfriend removed my body hair for a fancy dress party.”

Doctor Helen took advantage of Joe’s distraction by doctor Rebecca and pushed her finger into Joe’s anus. Joe groaned and doctor Helen said to doctor Rebecca, “That seemed much easier this time.”

Doctor Rebecca smiled and asked Joe, “Really, what costume did you wear?”

“I went as a French maid,” answered Joe.

Doctor Rebecca started to masturbate Joe’s penis which was becoming fully erect. Doctor Helen helped massage another part of Joe’s penis.

“Oh, very nice. I bet that you looked beautiful,” suggested doctor Rebecca. Doctor Helen started to rub Joe’s prostate.

Joe sighed and answered, “I was mistaken for my girlfriend.”

Doctor Helen noticed Joe’s pre-ejaculate was starting to flow out of his penile meatus.

“And what costume did your girlfriend wear,” asked doctor Helen as she continued to stimulate Joe’s prostate.

“She went as Grasshopper from the Kung Fu TV show,” answered Joe. His breathing was starting to quicken.

The two doctors kept masturbating and fingering Joe. They kept up the stimulation for over twenty minutes.

“My hand is starting to tire,” said doctor Rebecca to doctor Helen.

“Mine too,” replied doctor Helen.

Doctor Rebecca asked Joe, “Joe, I saw you glancing at my cleavage earlier. Would it help you come if you saw a bit more?”

Doctor Helen interrupted and said, “Joe you realise that we are trying to help you ejaculate. What doctor Rebecca is asking could be considered a little bit unethical but we assure you it’s for your own benefit. You must not tell anyone what may happen?” she looked at doctor Rebecca who nodded.

“Yes, of course,” answered Joe.

“Yes of course to what Joe?” asked doctor Helen, “That you won’t tell anyone or that you’d like to see more cleavage?”

“Both,” answered Joe.

Doctor Helen smiled and then started to undo the buttons on doctor Rebecca’s uniform. Doctor Rebecca did the same to doctor Helen’s uniform. Once fully unbuttoned Joe could see both doctors’ bra, undies, suspender belt and stockings doctor Helen asked, “Do you think this will help you Kurtköy Escort ejaculate?”

“Oh yeah,” answered Joe as he stared at the doctors’ beautiful bodies.

“He’s lasting a long time considering the stimulus,” doctor Helen said to doctor Rebecca.

Doctor Helen asked, “Joe, do you like the idea of lesbians having sex?”

“Uh huh,” answered Joe as he nodded his head so doctor Helen started kissing doctor Rebecca. Doctor Rebecca gently caressed doctor Helen’s breasts and Joe sighed.

Doctor Helen noticed that Joe’s pre-ejaculate was flowing abundantly. She thought that she really liked her job. She asked, “Joe, are your breasts sensitive? If we stimulated them would that help you come?”

“Absolutely,” gasped Joe so both doctors leant down and started to lick and suck Joe’s nipples. He closed his eyes and sighed. This was the first time that he had both breasts sucked at the same time and it wasn’t long before he had that warm orgasmic feeling running through his body. He gasped as doctor Helen increased the speed and pressure of her rubbing on his prostate.

Joe’s eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned a full breath groan.

Doctor Helen asked, “Would you like another one of my fingers inside of you?”

Joe moaned and nodded so doctor Helen temporarily pulled out her finger. Joe’s body shook but then he grunted as she pushed two fingers into his anus as far as she could. She started to gently massage Joe’s prostate and Joe started to sway his head from side to side.

The two doctors slowly masturbated Joe but when they noticed Joe’s expression, they started to increase the speed. Doctor Helen also started to more quickly rub Joe’s prostate in a ‘come here’ motion. They both sucked Joe’s breasts harder.

Joe trembled and said, “Oh… oh… oh fuck!” as semen shot out of his meatus. He only just had the sense to capture his semen in the jar.

Doctor Rebecca kept masturbating Joe’s shaft and sucking his breast. Doctor Helen stopped sucking Joe’s breast and indicated for doctor Rebecca to take over the milking of Joe’s prostate. Doctor Rebecca pushed two fingers into Joe’s anus and kept rubbing Joe’s prostate after doctor Helen pulled out her fingers.

Once the specimen jar was full, doctor Helen said, “I’ll take that,” and took the specimen jar from Joe’s hand. She placed it in a machine that did the fertility tests but Joe didn’t notice because his eyes had rolled back into his head and he was still coming.

Joe’s meatus kept oozing out his seminal fluid each time doctor Rebecca rubbed Joe’s prostate. She kept wanking his shaft and he kept on coming. His orgasm just built up higher and higher. He started to gasp in short, little breaths. His whole body kept shaking. Soon it was clear liquid coming out of Joe’s penis. His erection had softened and his penis was now flaccid but doctor Rebecca kept sucking, masturbating and, more importantly, fingering him as fast as she could.

Joe had passed out. His body was still shaking involuntarily but doctor Rebecca kept up her onslaught.

Doctor Helen was concentrating on the fertility results. When she turned around and saw Joe’s condition she said, “Becky, BECKY! STOP!… He’s passed out.”

Doctor Rebecca released Joe’s breast from her mouth and his body spasmed. She slowed down her manipulation of his penis and Joe’s head started rocking from side to side. She then slowly pulled her fingers out of Joe’s anus. Joe’s eyes opened wide, his head and shoulders lifted off the bed and he let out a long, guttural moan. Once doctor Rebecca’s fingers were out of Joe’s anus and his sphincter closed up, his eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed onto the bed completely relaxed.

Doctor Rebecca looked at doctor Helen and said as she pulled off her gloves, “I may have gone a wee bit too far.”

“You think so?” admonished doctor Helen, “I promised him that it wouldn’t be as intense as the previous time and you go and do that,” she then said to Joe, “Joe? Are you okay?”

Joe nodded once and grunted. Doctor Helen took this to be ‘yes’. She looked at doctor Rebecca, shook her head and said, “He appears to be still alive.”

“I love helping people come,” was doctor Rebecca’s answer, “Are you turned on? I am.”

“Yes,” answered doctor Helen, “but… and then she trailed off as doctor Rebecca caressed her face and started to kiss her.

Doctor Helen said to Joe, “Joe… Joe? You sleep for a while. Okay?” Joe grunted and stayed still.

Doctor Rebecca led doctor Helen over to the side bench and kissed her neck down to her breasts. She pushed back her bra and sucked Helen’s nipple. Helen gave in to her lust. Helen grabbed Becky’s head and pulled her into her breast and said, “Suck as hard as you can,” which Becky was only too willing to oblige.

Helen felt for Becky’s labia under her underpants and found it to be soaking wet. She quickly thrust two fingers into Becky’s vagina and Becky shuddered. Becky then started to thrust herself onto Helen’s fingers so Helen pushed another finger into Becky’s Kurtköy Escort Bayan wanting pussy. Helen thrust her three fingers in and out of Becky’s hole as she rubbed Becky’s clitoris with her thumb. This is probably why Becky was rough on Joe because she liked it rough herself. Helen felt Becky shudder as Becky came.

Helen pushed Becky off her breast and said, “Suck my pussy,” so they switched into a 69 position, pushed aside each others underpants and started eating each others vulva.

Meanwhile, Joe became conscious. He could hear love making but when he opened his eyes, he realised that he wasn’t involved. He looked out of the corner of his eyes and saw the two doctors eating each other’s fannies. He smiled and fell blissfully unconscious.

Some time later Joe regained consciousness. He looked up at the ceiling and realised he was still in doctor Helen’s surgery. He looked over to where he had previously seen the doctors making love and saw them sitting on the bench, breathing heavily. They saw that he noticed them and doctor Helen asked, “Hello Joe. How do you feel?”

“Um… completely relaxed…” Joe tried to think of the appropriate words to explain how he felt, “Exhausted but sated… um… There are really no words to explain but if there was a heaven, this is what it must feel like.”

Both doctors laughed and then doctor Helen stood up and approached Joe. She then said as Joe tried to sit up, “Take it easy. That was quite an effort to get your semen sample.”

The doctors started to get dressed in their own clothes as Joe recovered.

After they were dressed, doctor Helen asked, “Are you driving home tonight?”

Doctor Rebecca wiped Joe’s semen and the lubricant off his body.

“No,” answered Joe, “I don’t want to hit a roo.”

“Wise choice,” said doctor Helen as she steadied him on the bed, “Do you have accommodation?”

“Yes,” answered Joe, “I’m booked into a motel. It’s just down the road. I can walk there, once I get my breath back.”

“You look a bit unsteady,” said Helen concerned and then to Becky, “Becky help me get him dressed.”

The two doctors managed to get Joe dressed into his clothes. They then helped him sit down in doctor Helen’s consulting room.

Doctor Helen said, “Well, the fertility results show that there are no spermatozoa at all in your voluminous specimen. As you probably realise, doctor Rebecca…”

“You can call me Becky,” interrupted Becky, “I think that we have established a less formal relationship.”

Doctor Helen continued, “Okay, um… Becky worked very hard to get as much as possible of your semen from you but there are no spermatozoa, either alive or dead. This confirms that your testicles are no longer creating any sperm at all. You’re completely infertile, which you seem to say is not a problem because you never want children?”

“That’s right,” answered Joe, “Children might trigger an overload and I don’t know how to react to that.”

“What if your partner wanted children?” asked Helen.

“I’d separate from them,” answered Joe. Joe noticed that both doctors were a bit surprised with his answer so he explained, “My position on the autism spectrum prevents me from falling in love so it’s best for me, and probably the other half, for us to separate.”

“The other two thirds,” corrected Becky referring to Joe having sex with Lucy and Jenny.

“Um… I suppose so,” answered Joe, “Lucy had made it very clear that I will be her boyfriend until someone better comes along or she leaves because she wants to travel.

“Jenny is still in love with her late husband but she’s very happy for us to live together. She’s also had two children, who are now adults, and she’s made it quite clear that she doesn’t want any more children.”

“What if you leave both women and you find someone who wants to have children?” asked Becky.

“It’s like Deja vu all over again, Becky,” answered Joe with a smile, “We would separate but I’m happy for you to keep the viable specimen of it’s not taking up valuable room.”

“I like Yogi Berra’s sayings,” laughed Helen, “Well that’s settled,” said Helen as she looked at Becky sternly to try and stop her from pressing the issue.

Now, back to my diagnosis,” said doctor Helen, “Your testicles are not producing enough testosterone to counteract the female hormones. We should monitor that but I think that you should continue on the very mild course of testosterone that Becky has you on. Do you agree Becky?”

“Yes,” answered Becky, “Your testosterone is at the minimum expected of a male at your age and the female hormones are overriding any testosterone that you are producing, so it won’t hurt to keep taking the milder dose. If further tests show a change in your levels then we can adjust the dosage.”

“Will it make me aggressive?” asked Joe.

“No more than you are now,” answered Becky, “Do you feel that you’re aggressive now?”

“No,” answered Joe.

“Good,” answered Becky, “I’ll write you another prescription,” which she proceeded to do.

“Now Escort Kurtköy if you find any change please come and see me. For example, if you feel that you are more aggressive, or your nipples or breasts become tender, or they start growing again, or anything else, you come and see me, okay?” asked Becky. Joe agreed to do that.

Joe settled the bills which didn’t cost anything because they were both bulk billed.

~~~

Joe spent the night at the motel. It wasn’t very nice but at least it was roof over his head. The next morning he had breakfast and drove home.

On his arrival at home Lucy greeted him. He told her that he had some news that both she and Jenny should hear so they drove over to Jenny’s for a cuppa.

Jenny was pleased to see them and they sat down for a cuppa as well as a light lunch of sandwiches.

Joe told Lucy and Jenny about the fertility results so they both decided to immediately stop taking the pill. He told them about the prostate milking but not the doctor’s being partially undressed nor them having sex with each other. That would be breaking the client doctor confidentiality.

~~~

A short time later, after waking up, Joe was sucking Lucy’s breast as foreplay before sucking the come out of her. Lucy was feeling exceptional turned on and said, “Oh… that feels so good. It’s… It’s like I’m going to explode. Joe tasted something thick and sweet and stopped sucking. Lucy said, “Oh, please don’t stop,” so Joe kept sucking and he felt sure that he could taste something.

Joe kept sucking and Lucy said, “Oh fuck, I’m going to come,” and of course she came. Lucy came twice while Joe was sucking her breast. He felt that there was no more of the thick, sweet liquid so he then switched to the other breast. When he looked down at the breast that he just finished sucking, he saw a white stain on the tip of Lucy’s nipple.

Joe licked Lucy’s other nipple and a very small, white droplet formed on her nipple. Joe licked it off and it tasted like the liquid that he drank from Lucy’s other breast. He started to gently suck that nipple and tasted more liquid. It started to slowly flow into his mouth and Lucy moaned. He stopped sucking and looked at Lucy’s nipple. There was definitely something thick and white oozing out of her nipple. He wiped the liquid off with his finger and said, “Taste this,” as he pressed it to her lips. Lucy licked his finger as he said, “I think that might be milk.”

Lucy tasted it and said, “It’s really thick.”

“I know,” said Joe, “it could be the thick stuff that comes out before the proper milk.”

“Oh.. ah… colostrum?” suggested Lucy.

“Yes, that’s it,” answered Joe.

Lucy sat up and said, “I’m lactating?”

“Maybe,” answered Joe.

“Holy shit that’s so sexy,” said Lucy, “Suck out some more.”

Joe obliged and sucked Lucy’s nipple. A little bit of the colostrum came out and he drank it all. Lucy thought that she could feel her colostrum leaking out and she came two more times as Joe sucked her nipple.

Joe then sucked the come out of Lucy and she had an exquisite orgasm. Once Lucy recovered she started to suck Joe’s nipples and he too had orgasms. She kept on sucking, hoping that Joe would also produce colostrum but she didn’t taste anything. She then deep throated Joe and he came down her throat.

A few hours later Lucy asked Joe to suck her breasts again. She manoeuvred both of them into a 69 position so that she could also suck his breasts. Joe tasted some more colostrum but Lucy didn’t. She was a bit disappointed but she was very happy that she had started to lactate and she came a few more times whilst being suckled.

Every few hours they repeated the same process and Lucy kept coming and producing a little bit of colostrum. Both Lucy’s and Joe’s nipples were getting tender but Lucy loved the feeling and the thought of being milked.

They slept through the night and the next morning, Lucy’s breasts were very sore. They once again sucked each others breasts and Lucy was very relieved when Joe had sucked out all of her colostrum. She definitely felt her milk ‘let down’ this time. Again, they sucked each other’s breasts every few hours throughout the day.

Fortunately, Lucy was on a two week break and could afford to stay with Joe and have her breasts suckled. Joe’s business was also at a lax time and he could keep sucking Lucy’s breasts every few hours.

The next morning, they sucked each other’s breasts and Joe thought that Lucy’s milk was slightly thinner and greater in volume. Lucy regularly came when she felt her milk ‘let down’ and as Joe suckled her.

On the fourth day, as they were sucking each others breasts, Lucy wasn’t really concentrating, but once she’d recovered from her second orgasm, she detached from Joe’s breast and said, “I think I can taste something.”

Joe released Lucy’s breast and said, “I don’t know about that but my nipples are really sensitive.”

Lucy gently sucked Joe’s nipple again and could taste something sweet. She stopped sucking and stared at Joe’s nipple. She saw a very tiny dot of white start to form on his nipple. She licked it off and it tasted sweet. She became all excited and started to suck Joe’s nipple again. She was able to suck out a tiny bit of sweet, thick liquid, about half a teaspoon’s worth. She almost had an orgasm just thinking about Joe lactating.

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Note:

This story contains Cuckolding, Bisexuality, Homosexuality, Watersports, Humiliation, and a host of other things that may be found offensive by some. Read on at your own peril.

…oh, and it probably contains a mountain of typos. Again, read on at your own peril J

**

Labor Day night into the following Tuesday morning I slept very well. I woke up with my alarm beeping at me at 6:30. Donna was draped over me with her hand on my thigh.

Between noticing that and the urge to pee, my poor penis was growing and pressing right into the cage and spikes.

Donna woke up and smiled at me. She caressed my balls and cage without my thought. She kissed me and we made out for a bit. (A note on this. I know many couples do not sleep near each other in bed. We normally do. It is rare that we aren’t touching while sleeping. Also, while it may be icky, we have always kissed in the morning. Our morning breath never seemed to bother each other. We’ve always taken these kinds of things as signs that we are connected. Maybe it isn’t true, but we certainly complement each other in many ways.)

Donna smiled and said, “You taste like cock.” Then she kissed me and smiled again saying, “Just kidding. I may not be able to taste it over the cock on my breath.”

Holding my CB-3000 and giving it a little jiggle, “Not yours, for sure.”

She got off me and we both walked to the bathroom. She said, “Ladies first.” Then sat down on the toilet to pee. While she was peeing, she said, “Oh Mike, there hasn’t been a lady in this house for a while. I haven’t been a lady this weekend.” She wasn’t smiling or upset. She seemed to be reflecting.

When she was done peeing, she did smile then and asked, “Toilet paper or Mike’s Tongue?”

I dove to my knees and licked her pussy and lips clean of whatever urine was there. After ensuring she was clean, I looked up at her and said “Thank you very much.”

Donna got up and said, “You are very welcome. We have to get ready for work.” As she was putting toothpaste on her brush and I was sitting down to pee she watched me and said, “You can wear whatever you want and our bedroom is yours until I tell you otherwise.” When I got up, she added, “I love my husband, even if he is a fag. He is my fag.”

We were then down in the kitchen having coffee before both heading off to work. We were dressed and set to go. We were talking about the weather, what we wanted to do next weekend, and then suddenly Donna said, “Hey, neither one of us has ever used a condom.

This weekend has shown that isn’t changing. I’m going to find us a discreet place where we can get tested regularly.” I just nodded realizing it was the responsible thing that we can do as we were being extremely irresponsible.

As we left, we gave each other a hug and a peck on the cheek. Donna grabbed my CB-3000 through my pants and said, “This thing is so hot

…then we were both off to work.

We went off to work and at about 12:30 my assistant brought in a brown paper bag for me. She said Donna dropped it off. I wasn’t sure what it would be so I didn’t open it until I was in my office. It was 4 boxes of “Wet Ones” wipes. I had to laugh to myself. She was making sure I was cared for, even while she enforced my chastity. I’m not sure if she was “enforcing it”. I was willing. I let my mind agree with the thought of enforcement.

The next few weeks were great. The weather is spectacular on Long Island in September and early October. Except for me being in Chastity, we were a couple.

We did things together. When we made love, Donna would say things like, “Make love to me with your face, as the French do.” Or “You’re good at Lesbian Sex.”

There were times when we were both frustrated. I often forgot I was wearing the CB-3000, but I was always reminded regardless if I was sleeping or awake. A couple of times Donna said to me, “It is like being married to a Eunuch.”

However, we were enjoying the time in the house alone. She would often tease me. Once when I was doing the dishes, she came up behind me and grabbed my CB-3000 (she grabbed it often), then put her hands down the back of my pants and slipped a couple of fingers into my ass and told me, “You’re more of an ‘innie’ than an ‘outtie’, so this makes so much sense.”

We spent a weekend on the Northfolk traveling to the vineyards. Pindar, Pellegrini, and our favorite, Clovis Points are great to visit.

Clovis Point has very good wine and we are a member there and get seating when there is live music.

We spent the afternoon drinking wine and listening to some good music. When we were hungry, we to a small place called “Cliff’s Elbow Room” in Jamesport. If you’re ever in that part of the world, I recommend it. They have a great marinated steak. The cut isn’t the best, but the marinade is.

I’ve been there with buddies of mine and with my wife. I always have a great time, however, I have observed that if you bring your pretty redheaded wife the staff and fellow patrons are so much nicer to you. J

We Kartal Escort were both pretty busy with work and time flew, right up to the day before our Las Vegas trip.

We were planning on flying in on Friday and meeting Rob at the Mandalay Bay hotel. We would fly back home again on Monday. We arranged for a car service to pick up Rob and of course, we made sure he had first-class round trip tickets and car service to and from the hotel in Las Vegas.

Was I dreading it or what I excited about it? I’m not sure.

Both, I think. There was a big part of my brain that made me want to back out and call all of this off and just write it off to exploration.

Donna and I would talk at night sitting on our couch.

Most of the time with her feet in my lap and me massaging her feet.

One evening we were discussing this and Donna said she was having second thoughts too and was thinking we should just stop and go back to our normal happy life. I thought she was going to say that we were going to stop right then. Honestly, I was hoping she would.

She ran her big toe around my CB-3000 through my pants and said, “It is just that I love our new lifestyle choice. You in this thing, you being a faggot, and me having better sex than I ever had with you.

Why would I want to give that up?

That look on your face right now makes me so wet.”

With that, she lowered her sweatpants and had me feel her pussy and it was extremely sloppy and wet.

My hopes of stopping the lifestyle were gone. My face was buried at that point where it belonged, between my beautiful wife’s legs, and my dick was killing me as It tried to get hard. My balls were aching.

The evening before we were going to fly to Las Vegas I was in my home office finishing up a brief I had to personally update. As I was finishing it up and about to send it off, my beautiful wife walked into my office naked. I smiled and thought that she may want some pre-Rob fooling around.

Instead, she said, “Let’s go cucky, upstairs, you have some work to do.” The tone of her voice told me that there was not going to be fooling around, at least in a way that I would like, but as she turned and I saw that wonderful milky-white ass, my dick strained against its confinement, sending some pain my way, my balls ached, and I thought, “A boy can only hope,”

I followed Donna to the bedroom. My dick straining and my hopes unrealistic. She walked right into the bathroom. She had the bathtub filled with warm sudsy water and I saw shaving cream, a razor, and a towel on the toilet. My heart sank a bit. I love, love, love Donna’s pubic hair. She had also been letting her armpit hair grow too. I know that is a turnoff for many, but, well, I think you know I’m a pervert by now.

Donna said, “Rob only likes hair on my head. You want me to please my lover, don’t you?”

I said, “Yes Ma’am.”

She said, “Good, then you can get me ready. Say goodbye to fire bush for now.”

We joked about her red bush often and I was sad to have to remove it. I was turned on to be doing it, but also humiliated that I was doing it for another man. I used the battery trimmer first, then carefully shaved her bush, around her asshole, her legs, and then her underarms. With Donna watching carefully I took my time and I was proud of the job I did. No cuts and she was smooth all over.

With that, Donna lowered herself into the bathtub with the ease of a dolphin. As I watched her in the tub, I thought of the words to Bright Blue Rose, there she bathed, “unshamed, unharmed. For she is the perfect creature, natural in every feature and I am the geek with the alchemist’s stone”.

She smiled at me and broke me from my revelry. Squirting soap onto a poofy thing, she said, “We’re both preparing for my lover. I’m going to bathe, I want you to meditate on what you are. Take your clothes off, and leave them on the bed. Go to the corner in your office and kneel facing away from the wall. Think about how the best sex I had on our honeymoon was when I made love to Robert. Think about how you allowed him do make love to me and you watched.

Think about how you serviced him, sucked his cock, ate his ass, and let him fuck you while your wife watched you submit to him. Think about the men you sucked and ate their asses at the video store. Think about the men who fucked you and came inside of you.

Think about being in chastity and not having a hard-on for a month, but you are flying Rob to make love to me.

Think about how Rob thinks you are gay.

Think about how your wife questions if you are gay. Think about how wet it makes me to see you suffer. Now go, cucky, and let me relax.”

Like a robot, I turned around and left the bathroom. I stopped by our bed and stripped completely, leaving my clothes folded neatly on the bed and my shoes back in the closet, I walked naked to my office in our house. The front window was completely open and I needed to pass by it to get to my office.

We were far enough Kartal Escort Bayan from the street but still made me think for a moment.

I got to my office and went to a corner that was opposite the door of the office and I knelt facing the door. When I was settled in on my knees, I realized that my face was beet red with the heat of embarrassment. My wife had quickly recounted some of the absolute perverted things I did, without her direct involvement. Anything I did with Donna, I could rationalize as marital fun. The things I did without her and what I was allowing to happen, facilitating her to do without me cannot be explained.

There is no way I could explain these things to friends, coworkers, clients, or family. It is beyond kind, they are perverted and submissive.

They are gay. Gay isn’t a bad thing, but I was very much in love with my wife and incredibly attracted to her. I had opted to go to a video store and suck men’s cocks, rim men’s assholes, and get fucked by other men while another guy had sex with my wife. I didn’t know it at the time, but honestly, I think I suspected it.

My face was still red because it was sinking in that since I was married I was a cuckold and since I was married I was gay. Right from our honeymoon. I was never forced into doing anything. Now I’m flying Rob first-class, again, to spend time making love to my wife, again.

What does that make me? I believe Donna that Rob thinks I’m gay. Who else would do this? I also believed that Donna may be having the same thought.

I was pondering these thoughts and there was a cycle to it. I would think about what I did, I would become aroused. Think about how it hurt when I was being fucked and how humiliating it was or think about seeing Rob or Max with Donna and how hot and humiliating that was and my dick would start to grow, right into the spikes of the “Points of Intrigue” on the CB-3000. Then my dick would go soft again and I would be ashamed. That would lead me to be aroused again.

My balls were aching, my knees were killing me, and I was feeling miserable. Life is so fast that I don’t pause to think too often. I’m working, at the dojo, catching what time with my wife I can, then sleeping and off to work again. It wasn’t lost on me how demonic this task Donna gave me was. She knew I had not slowed down to contemplate everything and she was forcing me to. Forcing me? I looked around and the only thing in bondage was my dick and I could remove that if I wanted to. So, this was something I wanted and I was willing to do.

A fag and a cuckold.

Those are the things I wrote over and over again for Jinxypie. Jinxypie was right. It was more of a game back then. She knew that I was already a fag and a cuckold and she was trying to drill it into me.

She was right. I was a fag and a cuckold since our honeymoon.

Since my honeymoon.

Did Donna see other guys since we were married? She stayed in touch with Rob. She said she didn’t have sex with him again until we flew him in. Did she lie to me? No, I didn’t believe that. That would be too much for me. She may do things in secret, just like I did, but she wouldn’t directly lie to me.

We don’t do that.

We have always been compatible with just about everything, but she jumped into this very fast with me.

She wanted it as much as I did.

She had to. Why? Had she been seeing other guys already? That is something I didn’t know. She had reason to. The two guys that she has seen that I know about, Rob and Max, she was honest in telling me about sex with them. They were both better. They are both hung better. I know I have a better body than Rob does and I’d say that Max and I are equal. They both had a bigger cock.

Maybe sex with me always bored her or frustrated her. I wouldn’t blame her.

I’m not sure how long I was there. It was quite a while. Donna had also thought about the angle I would be kneeling at. There were no clocks, so I lost track of time. I was feeling as if I was kneeling there for 2 hours or more. My knees were hurting quite a bit. My balls and dick were sore. I was crying. It wasn’t the physical pain. It was the realization that I’ve changed and maybe ruined my life. That I was a cuckold and a fag and everything that came with that. I was submissive and I don’t think there were too many limits to what I would do.

Degradation is the best word that I could explain.

I didn’t move though.

I stayed where I was and I stayed on my knees that were seeming to want to quit on me at any moment. I pushed through with grit and tenacity. I pushed through and didn’t really know if I was doing this to please Donna, because I was just perverted, or if I was just in fact a cuckold and a fag. For whatever reason I pushed, I did push through to acceptance. I stopped crying and I somehow put the pain in its place and realized, this is just what I am and I shouldn’t question it.

After a while more (Donna told me later that it was 4 1/2 hours that I was Escort Kartal kneeling in my office.

Think about that. When I reflect on it. Donna deliberately physically and mentally tortured me.), Donna appeared at the door. She was wearing a t-shirt. She didn’t comfort me or come past the door. She stood there and looked at me for a moment. No smile, no look of acknowledgment, just an analytical gaze.

Turning around, she said to me, “Come with me” and she walked away.

I went to get up and fell.

I stumbled across the room and fell in the den because I was so stiff. She didn’t turn around, but she did slowly change her pace as she walked to the bedroom.

When we got into the bedroom, she crawled onto the bed and got into a seating position with her head against the headboard. She picked up the phone that was lying on the bed and pointed to the side of the bed where she was sitting. I came around and stood by her. I was hoping that she didn’t want me to kneel there. I’m not sure if I could have.

She spoke into the phone, seeming to ignore me, “I think he is ready for our weekend. He looks like crap and he was crying. I think he is going to be a good faggot and cuckold,”

She then looked at me and slapped me in the balls hard while saying, “Aren’t you Mikey? You’re going to be a good faggot and cuckold for me and Rob?

You’re going to be obedient and a complete faggot while I spend time with my lover?”

I doubled over. I didn’t have much strength for anything left. I said, “Yes Ma’am.”

Donna said her goodbyes to Rob. I didn’t miss the “I love you. I can’t wait to be with you.” At the end of the call. Then she told me to get into bed. She snuggled up next to me, and caressed my balls and thighs until she fell asleep.

I was in pain and confused.

I was exhausted and degraded to the point that I was just something to serve and be used. At some point, my dick stopped responding to the closeness of Donna and I just drifted off to sleep.

I slept soundly.

It is a rare morning that I’m not awake before Donna is and this morning she woke me up with a cup of coffee.

She sat down on the bed, shook my shoulder gently, and kissed me on the lips, then said, “Wake up sleepy head.” With a smile.

I smiled back and took the cup of coffee, sitting up, I said, “Thank you, Ma’am.”

She took a sip of coffee, then ran her fingers through my hair, straitening up some of my bedhead.

Still smiling she said, “I want to speak with my handsome husband. The guy who I love more than anything right now. Is that OK?”

I leaned over and kissed her a bit deeper, and said, “Of course Donna”. I couldn’t resist adding, “I love you, Red”

We just sat there drinking our coffee, and intermittently kissing. I knew Donna had something she wanted to say, but I was enjoying the moment very much and didn’t want to force whatever it is she had to say.

Donna pulled back the sheet a bit and took my balls and the CB-3000 in her free hand and asked, “Does it hurt?”

My dick had been trying to grow hard. That is normal for the morning. Also, since we were kissing and she was holding it, that was adding to my arousal.

I told her, “At the moment, quite a bit.”

She smiled and kissed me again. She put down the coffee and was playing and stroking me with both hands. She was smiling and enjoying herself. I was enjoying it too, but also suffering a bit.

Donna took a breath, then while still holding my dick and testicles said, “I was mean to you yesterday.

I was cruel. Partly I wanted to push you to see how much you wanted this, but I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you how wet it made me knowing I was torturing you. I think I broke you a bit yesterday and that is what I was trying to do. It is so hot, but I feel very guilty about it. “

She paused for a second and asked me not to speak yet. She took another breath and continued, “I want to make sure we discuss a few things before we continue with this trip or any further. I want this. I want to be with Rob. Completely aside from you, even if we both weren’t getting involved in this lifestyle or whatever we call it, I’d want to be with Rob. I love him in a way. It may be more, but there is a physical part that is so much better than with you. I don’t know if it that subconsciously I know I’m torturing you and that makes it better or if it is that you are too gently of a lover, too pleasing to make me love the sex. Either way, the sex with Rob and Max for that matter is the best sex that I ever had.”

My stomach was turning listening to her. It was part humiliation, part fear, part jealously, and part arousal. The spike continued to dig into me as she spoke and played with me.

She kissed me again and said, “I feel guilty and ashamed of what I’m doing. I also am incredibly happy and turned on. I feel like I’m living my best life. If you want me to stop, we can stop. I’ll always love you. You can tell me to stop at any time and I will and we’ll stop this forever.

You’re always my guy and have my heart.

You’re sexually submissive and will never be able to give me what other people can. I’ve thought about this and read about it. You’re the most important person to me, but there is a void in me if it is just you and I. So, I have a couple of questions for you. Ok?”

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