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How I Became Alison Ch. 03

Babes

Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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That evening, as promised, I took an Uber over to Mister Spandwick’s house. I should have been excited, but my thoughts were all over the place.

You will recall, earlier that day, the real Alison had been taunting me about how her boyfriend liked beating up faggots for fun… Brought up a lot of bad memories, I have to say.

I didn’t like to dwell on the past too much, but when I’d been in high school, there’d been this bully named Brad. I guess every school had someone like Brad. Big, dumb, muscular, always having sex with the hottest girls and just plain mean as shit. He was the meanest dude I’d ever known, constantly harassing me and making me feel like shit. He must have beat me up a dozen times, just laughing at me the entire time as he’d slap me around, kick me in the ribs after I was down.

The worst experience by far was this one time he put me in a locker upside down and then locked me in. Upside down! And if that hadn’t been bad enough, I’d had to pee and couldn’t hold it any longer. When the school officials finally opened up the locker, I was covered in my own piss… it had dribbled down from my cock down to my face. From then on out, the entire school called me Piss-Face.

It got my blood boiling, just thinking about it.

The front door opened, though, and I was brought back into the moment.

“Welcome, Jay!” said old Mister Spandwick. “Come on in! Have a drink!”

“Thanks…” I said, walking in and shaking my head.

“What’s the matter? Got something on your mind?”

“No, no, just thinking about the past…”

“Well forget the past, we’ve got to concentrate on the future, am I right?” he laughed. “Now come on, I have something to show you!”

He led me down a long hall. We passed a long series of doors, each one containing a study, I imagined, filled with books and writing desks and armchairs… It was just that kind of a house. Then, at the end of the hall, we came to a closed door. We paused in front of it.

The old man winked at me.

“What’s in there?” I asked.

“Your room,” he answered.

“My room?”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver key which gleamed in the overhead light. “For so many years, this has been my pet project, known and enjoyed by me alone. I never dreamed that I would one day be able to share it with someone else…” He wiped at his eyes. Was he actually crying? “I’m sorry… I just get so emotional. I love her so much, you see.” He fumbled with the key and finally opened denizli escort wide the door.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t what I found.

The first thing which I processed was the pink. It was an assault on the senses! I’d never known there could be so much pink in one place! The rug was pink, the curtains were pink, the bed was nothing but thick, fluffy, pink blankets and covers.

Then I took in the rest of the room… Posters all over the walls of popular boy bands. Stuffed animals laying in heaps on the floor, along with glamour and fashion magazines spread out over.

Mister Spandwick chuckled and pressed a button. Suddenly, a table lamp came to life, projecting rotating stars across the ceiling. Another button, and the speakers began playing a Taylor Swift album.

“Who lives in here? Are you telling me Alison lives here?”

“God, no! She must never know about this place! Weren’t you listening? I told you, until just now, no one has ever before been in here!”

“But…” I walked over to the laundry hamper in the corner of the room. It was filled with clothes, mostly nighties and bras and T-Shirts. “…then whose clothes are these?” I walked over to the desk where there were tons of sticky notes with messages on them like “Call Brad!” “Clearly someone has been living in here!”

He just laughed. “This is an exact replication of her actual bedroom. I was very sneaky, you see, taking lots of pictures whenever I would go over to their house. Then I had it recreated to the smallest detail right here in my mansion! I bought identical clothing just to throw them in the hamper!” He came and sat down on the edge of the bed. “This is my way of being close to her, you see. When I’m in here, I feel like I am actually in her room, and that she’s with me!”

I looked all around. If what he said was true, it was an impressive job. It did look like a for-real teenage girl’s bedroom, who would surely be back at any time.

“So you just hang out in here? And do what?”

“Oh, I find ways to occupy myself,” he said mischievously. “But my greatest fear is that she’ll find this room, or her parents. They must never know what I do in here.”

“Wow, you’re one dirty grampa.”

“Now here’s what’s going to happen, Jay. I’m going to leave you in here by yourself, and you’re going to get changed. Then you’re going to have a seat and watch some teevee and listen to music and flip through your magazines. Just make yourself totally at home. Understand?”

“Sure thing.”

He diyarbakır escort left and I was alone in the room. It was a weird feeling, like I was in someone else’s house. I had this fear that at any moment, the real Alison would walk in and demand to know what I was doing in here.

There was a large mirror on one of the walls. I stepped over to it and undressed. Per Mister Spandwick’s instructions, I had already shaved my body completely, arms, legs, chest… everything was perfectly smooth. I took out the tight skirt and the pink T-Shirt which came down to just above my belly button. I had soft plastic boobs which I put under the shirt, and then the blonde wig… A better, more expensive one this time than the one he had bought me that first night.

The music was now playing a really fun beat. I can’t say I knew who it was. I wasn’t up on the latest pop artists in the teenage girl vein, but I began to get into it, swinging my hips back and forth, bopping my head. I came up close to the mirror and applied the strawberry flavored lipstick, put some more makeup on my face to smooth out my features. I even did my eyelashes… It was kind of fun, I was kind of enjoying it! Who knew make-up could be so much fun?

When I was done, I took a step back and looked at myself approvingly. Not bad at all… I actually looked like a pretty hot chick, if I do say so myself… I think I could have probably fooled other people as well! I turned around, craning my neck so I could see my ass… It looked tight and good. The illusion was just about perfect.

“Hello, Alison,” I said to myself in the mirror.

He didn’t come in for another ten minutes. When he did, he found me sitting on my couch, flipping channels on the television. The music was blasting now even louder.

He knocked on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s… it’s grampa, darling!”

“What do you want?”

“I… Uh, I just wanted to come in. May I?”

“I guess.”

The door opened and Mr. Spandwick, who I now thought of as grampa, walked in. “What are you watching?”

“I don’t know. Nothing, I guess.”

“Oh… Well, can I watch it with you?”

I shrugged. “Whatever.”

He sat down next to me on the couch. “How can you even tell what’s on? You’re flipping so fast…”

“God, grampa, don’t act so old.”

“No, of course not, of course not… Alison?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you… do you love me?”

I looked at him, at the longing in his eyes. “Yeah, I guess. Do you love me?”

“More than anything, my antalya escort darling! I love you with all my heart! You’re my beautiful angel! I’d do anything for you! You have to believe me!” There was a pleading look in his eyes. Oh my God, I was loving this! I loved seeing how pathetic he looked, how wrecked he was, how desirable I had become in his eyes. “That’s nice,” I said, and turned to the television again.

Teasing him like this was never part of the bargain, I don’t know what he was expecting, but this was exactly how the real Alison would have acted, I was sure of it.

“Honey… Can’t you, come sit on grampa’s lap, like you used to do when you were little?”

I gave him a sly look. “You want me to sit on your lap?” I crossed and uncrossed my legs and licked my lips. “You’re a dirty grampa, aren’t you?” I massaged the bulge in his pants with my hand. “Oh, Grampa!” I sidled up and sat on his lap, facing him.

“Oh, Alison, oh I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time! A very, very long time!”

“I know you have, grampa, and I’ve wanted you to as well. Ever since I was a little girl and I first saw you, I just knew I needed to get my wet lips around that hard meatstick!” I kissed him deeply, my tongue felt around the inside of his mouth, and he kissed me deeply in return.

His hands were all over me in an instant. He got extremely rough very fast. He stood up, unzipped, and grabbed my head, started pounding my face with his cock. “Yes, I’m fucking you! I’m fucking you!” he called out. “Oh my god, I’m finally fucking you!!”

He would not let go, just kept jamming it in again and again until he blew his load with an extraordinary amount of cum, it was all over my mouth and face.

I fell over, breathing heavy, the wig slightly askew. “Wow.. that was…” I began, in my own voice.

But he was on me again, his cock still raging, and he fucked me in the ass hard. “You’re grampa’s good little girl!”

“…yes..” I managed. “…I…”

And he grunted, and again exploded in cum.

When I finally stood, he was layed out across the bed, breathing heavy… “Don’t… he wheezed. “Don’t break… character…”

I turned the teevee back on and sat and watched it intently, chewing my gum. After a while, he stood up, zipped himself, and patted me on the head. “You’re a good girl…” he managed and left me in there.

How long was I meant to remain in the room? I wasn’t sure. But after a while, I finally got up and went over to her desk and began looking through her things. Again, the detail was just amazing, there were even pictures of her, one with her parents…Her father was a very conservative looking fellow, looked like a regular pastor or something.

Then I saw the photo of her and he boyfriend. I suddenly dropped it, not believing my eyes. It couldn’t be! Her boyfriend was Brad, my bully from high school!

As they say, the plot fucking thickens!

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Fantasies Somewhere on a Beach Ch. 01

Babes

It was a hot day at the beach. My own private beach in the Caribbean in front of a house we rented for the week. When I looked down the beach it looked nearly empty. The nearest person was at least half mile away flying a kite. Occasionally people passed walking on the beach. But, needless to say it was nearly empty. It was perfect.

So, today it was just my day to relax! My husband had taken the kids to a water park. Work was far, far away. All my responsibilities were washed away with the noise of the beach. I spent some time reading. I only had two books – one New York Times bestselling fiction book and some trashy novel I picked up at the airport because I needed a backup book.

I looked at the trashy novel and decided to save that for when I needed to get in the mood for a quicky with my husband after all the kids have gone to bed. It was a good read. Your basic fiction book that appear on the bestseller lists. Occasionally, I would set the book down and look out over the ocean on my private beach. It was perfect.

I don’t know what it is about the islands and speedo suits, but it seems most of the men wear them. Except for Americans, of course. But, I think this island had a heavy European influence so the men passing by had speedos. Frankly, some of them should not be wearing one because it just does not fit to see a middle-aged man with a beer gut wearing a speedo. It was time to read my book again…

The next time I took a break, I saw two men walking up the beach carrying a load. Both wore speedos, but this time they looked like they belonged in those suits. From a distance, it looked like two native islanders. As I was watching, they turned and started walking towards me. I was a little nervous because I was nearly alone and we were warned about the potential dangers of renting a private house on the beach in the islands. I was relieved that there was people that I could see down the beach that definitely could hear me with a scream. And, I settled my mind as they looked like they were selling something. As they approached, I could make out their physic. One was tall, lean and muscular while the other was a bit shorter but thick and very strong. Both were wearing white speedos that definitely contrasted their deep black skin. It also helped they were trim and sporting solid six-packs like all men wearing speedo suits should. But, what really caught my attention was the bulges in their speedos. They both were huge and you could see the faint outline of their massive members coiled in those suits…

“Hi, would you like a drink, ma’am?” in a wonderful island accent izmir escort snapped me out thoughts as they approached. At first I thought they might have seen me crotch watching, but I quickly dismissed that since I was wearing sunglasses.

I finally said, “Oh Hi… Yes. I am so hot right now. What do you have?”

After a list of beers, one of the men said, “Coconut Island Special!” which caught my attention. I love coconut drinks. “I take one of those, please.”

“No problem, ma’am, one Coconut Island Special coming up!” The really built man reached into the container and pulled out chunks of fresh coconut and started to shave it. His muscles rippled as he shaved the coconut for my drink. The taller man, pulled out rum. I could not get any better, a rum and coconut drink being prepared by two big muscular black men in speedos on a beach!

Again, I was snapped out of my wandering thoughts with a question, “Are you here alone, ma’am?” as the man prepare a shaker with ice and rum.

“Well, um, yes. My husband took all the kids to the water park so I get this day to relax. It is my day! This beach is wonderful here!”

“Yes, it is wonderful. This is a really nice beach and quiet. You were lucky since we are on our way to the main resort to sell drinks. And, you looked like you needed a drink…”, as he smiled with perfect nice white teeth. What a contrast.

“You got that right, a coconut rum drink on the beach is perfect. I am very lucky!” The taller man held out the shaker to the built man with the coconut and he scooped it into the shaker and went back to preparing a cup with a chunk of coconut and what looked like a coconut leaf. The taller man put the lid on the shaker and I noticed how large his hands were. They made the shaker look small and insignificant. He stood about four feet in front of me shaking the drink shaker vigorously.

I watched as his crotch as it bounced up and down. I had my sunglasses on but something tells me he knew what I was looking at. I was just guessing, but it looked like soft he was 8 to 9 inches long wrapped into a tight speedo. My crotch was getting very wet just looking at this sexy, tall man shaking his massive crotch right in front of me. The built man walked over in front of me also. I noticed he also was hung like a horse but much thicker. I could see the outline of the head of his penis and it looked like a plumb inside his suit.

The taller man poured the drink into the cup and handed it to me. “Here you go, ma’am, it will be $10 for the drink”. I was lost in the thought antalya escort of those two big speedos in front of me. “Ma’am?” He said again. “Oh, yes, thank you. Very nice presentation” as I looked at the cup and then to the two men in front of me. They both smiled a devious smile and winked at each other. I smiled back nervously.

As I rolled to reach into my bag, I realized my swimsuit was soaked around my crotch from the show I just received and it was showing directly to the two men right behind me. I was immediately embarrassed but decided to play it cool so not to draw attention. I reached in only to find a $20. I produced a $20 and handed to the taller man.

He looked disappointed and said, “Ma’am, I do not have change yet since we just started. I will be back in about an hour when we have to reload. We’ll give you change then, cool?” and he smiled.

I hesitated and said, “Sure, I might need another in a little while. It is hot out here…”

“Great, I’m Ajay and this is Omindingo and we’ll be back in about an hour.”

He was so nice and polite. I excitedly said, “Thank you Ajay and Omindelgingato!” I mangled his name and knew it.

The built man just laughed and spoke in the deepest voice I ever heard, “Everyone calls me Big O,” and smiled. I just glanced at his crotch and he seemed to know exactly where I was looking… I thought of that massive thick cock trapped in that suit and realized Big O was a perfect name.

“Ok, Big O it is! My name is Laurie.” We all laughed and they quickly packed up.

Before they left Ajay said with a big smile, “Enjoy your drink and I am glad you liked the presentation.”

My mind raced, I almost came when watching them make me a drink. My crotch soaked and on fire. The tone of Ajay’s voice told me he knew it. Damn! “Thanks Ajay and Big O, this should cool me down some”. Double damn! It was a stupid thing to say given what just happened and what I think the two men just saw when I fetched the money to pay them. I just smiled and they walked down the beach…

I was so steamy right now I could die. Without any touching, I about came while watching them make me a drink! I sipped my drink. It was delicious, smooth and strong! I just thought about what had happened and placed a towel over my midsection.

I set my drink down and closed my eyes. I pictured Ajay and Big O in front of me again shaking. I was thankful I was wearing a bikini again after having kids. All my hard work in the gym was paying off and I felt more comfortable and sexy wearing one again. kayseri escort I reached down below the towel and pull down my suit bottom. As my hand reached down, my clit was very swollen, my lips were wide open and I was soaking wet! Slowly I rubbed thinking about me lying on my stomach with my hands out front while Ajay’s rubbing my shoulders in front of me and Big O rubbing my feet in behind me.

I imagined Ajay’s speedo glancing my hands and realizing he was so long I would never be able to take it all. And Big O was working on my feet and legs. When he worked upward toward my butt, I felt him rub against my foot. He was thick and long! He was soft and it must be over two inches thick in his suit! I secretly glanced forward at Ajay’s crotch slightly touching my hands and see he was growing larger. His suit was starting to bulge out as blood went into his massive cock. It was definitely over 10 inches now as it started to grow. And the contrast of his white suit on his dark skin was driving me crazy.

I touched myself more wondering what it would feel like to have two big black men sucking on my nipples on each side of me while their massive members got harder and harder. I imagined reaching down and touching the big black cocks with my hands as their huge hands rubbed all over my body.

Both men were speaking between pinching and sucking on my nipples, “You like this hey!” says Ajay.

Big O says in a husky voice, “You want huge black cock don’t you girl?” I moan and whisper in my thoughts, “yes!”

My hands clamp around both their massive members. My hands are not big enough to close around them. Big O is so big there must be at least an inch between the tips of my fingers. And, he is half hard! I think about what it would be like to be penetrated by that monster cock. As I worked my clit under the towel, I get very close to an orgasm and stop. I put two fingers into my soaking slit. I barely feel it.

At 45 with four kids, it is not the same as I was in my twenties. I can accommodate a lot more than two fingers. My mind drifts back to Ajay and I stick three fingers in my slit. Again, barely any resistance because I am so wet and open. Who needs lube when you are this turned on! I reach my other hand down and stroke my clit while working four fingers into my wide open vagina. I can’t hold back anymore, I think of Ajays big cock rubbing on my clit while sucking on Big O thick black cock.

I let out a muffled scream and come hard in waves. I cum and cum in waves as the ocean keeps crashing. Finally, after some time, I am spent. I hear the sound of gulls in the distance and open my eyes and look around in paranoia. Did someone see me? I look around, no one. Good! I need a drink for sure now! I reach over and sip on my “Coconut Island Special” thinking about the excellent presentation…

I pick up my fiction book again and start reading again. What a great day I think…

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I Like That It’s You

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‘I’ve got to be honest,’ Libby said as she sat down next to me, her stylish mess of dirty-blonde hair needing brushed from her face. The sofa was a tired old thing, and complained as we sat together, which was stupid as Libby was tiny, and I was no juggernaut either. ‘I’ve had my eye on you for a while.’

I tried not to give away my excitement, then realised that was a stupid idea and I should just be honest. ‘That’s fantastic,’ I said. ‘Because the only reason I came is that Peter said you’d come.’

‘Did he?’ she asked, her eyebrow a fair line of consideration.

It was my best friend Peter’s 30th, and he was throwing a lame barbeque-slash-house party to celebrate the night away. Only, I wasn’t planning on coming – I had work in the morning, and me and Peter saw each other almost every day, so there wasn’t much ceremony in me being there.

But then he’d mentioned Libby, knowing it would snare me. Like a moth to a firecracker, I was in.

‘Uh-huh. So, you’ve had your eye on me?’

She nodded, looking exceptionally cool in a tartan skirt and fishnet leggings that ended in thick boots. She was a bit of a metalhead, proved by her sleeve of tattoos covering her left arms, but they were all floral and of nature. She’d told me once before that if she could have been anything else in life, he would be a druid.

‘And why’s that?’ I asked, trying to match her cool, despite the fact that I was wearing a polo shirt and black trousers I hadn’t gotten a chance to take off after work. Being a teacher attending a party on a Thursday night at 5pm meant sacrifices were made.

‘I just feel like…’ she paused, searching for the right words, before shuffling a little. The side of her boob pressed into my arm as she looked up at me, her diminutive frame contrasting the power she seemed to hold in her at all times. ‘You could handle me.’

Ah. Peter had told me all about Libby, after all. She was a known party-girl, going to gigs every other school night – look at me, talking about weekdays as ‘school nights’ – and drinking herself into rehab by the time she was twenty two. That was years ago, though, and as she was sat with a diet coke in her hand while the rest of the room sipped room-temperature beers.

There were maybe thirty people at his party, all packed into his livingroom and kitchen, with a few outside around the barbeque. It might as well have been empty, though, as Libby had well and truly snagged my attention.

Peter had also mentioned that Libby was into some rather hardcore sex stuff. He never went into details, usually citing ‘it’s not my business’ as an excuse to stop after remarking on the noise she would make through the walls, back when they lived together at Uni. Apparently she had a hell of a sexual appetite, and wasn’t exactly tight-lipped about it. One time in particular, the last year they lived together, back when we were all in our early twenties, I came over in the morning to see Peter to pick something up – I can’t remember what. All I remember was the sounds of Libby and another girl, both grunting and moaning in pleasure as they fucked somewhere upstairs, the walls no match for their sex. It was hypnotic, and I’ve never forgotten it.

This, of course, wasn’t going to be a deal-breaker in the slightest. While never having been a sexual dynamo myself, Libby had the kind of features that always got me going. She was truly beautiful, the tattoos and piercings in her lip and nose only serving to heighten her looks, like flourishes on a work of art. The leather and metal music gave her an air of danger, compounded by her devil-may-care attitude. Plus, you know, knowing about her sex drive was a massive turn on.

I took a drink of my fanta – also a tee-totaller – and shrugged, trying to be cool. ‘I reckon I could.’

She looked at me, that mischievous arched eyebrow matched by a glitter in her eyes. She leaned in, so her ruby-red lips could brush my earlobe. I shifted in my seat, trying not to let my semi show to the room. ‘All of me?’

I thought about the sounds of Libby and the mystery girl, as I had almost every night for the past six or seven years, and turned to her. Our faces were an inch away, and she seemed to react well to the confidence I was mustering from somewhere.

‘With pleasure.’

She smirked, shifting in her own seat, only looking up as Peter approached. He was clearly a bit buzzed, and cheered as he saw us. ‘HEYY!!’

He dropped, sitting between us, forcing me and Libby almost onto the arms of the chair to accommodate him. ‘Libby and Elliot! You two getting along nicely?’

I nodded. ‘Absolutely. Having a good night?’

Peter nodded. ‘Hell yeah, man. Hell yeah. Listen, I know you have work in the morning, but what time do you think you’ll be here till?’

I checked my watch, balking to see it was already half eight. God, I was boring.

‘Uhh, actually, I’d best be heading off soon.’

His face fell comically, the alcohol painting his every thought on his features. ‘No!’

‘Yes! urfa escort I have to be at school in the morning, you knew that!’

Libby eyed me again. ‘That’s right, you’re a teacher,’ she murmured, seemingly just remembering. I wondered if it was honest, or if it was a show for Peter, to put him off the scent we were definitely giving off.

‘Right, well… I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?’

I chuckled. ‘Sure, man. I’ll see you then.’

Peter wandered off to mingle, and I felt Libby’s gaze on me. ‘I’m heading off, then,’ I announced to her, though it came out sounding like a dare. Convince me not to.

‘Uh-huh, I heard,’ she said. Not that easy to goad me, Elliot.

I sighed, standing. She followed, standing with me, and as I pulled on my jacket she found her on the back of the door. I tried to suppress a smile, knowing it might be a game. She might just be having me on, making fun of me or something. She could be like that.

Then, as she met me at Peter’s front door, I thought, maybe not.

She looked up at me, barely over five feet tall, and yet she exuded confidence. ‘Yours or mine?’

I played dumb, knowing where this was going. Or, at least hoping. ‘Whatever for?’

She shrugged. ‘So I can fuck you senselss, obviously.’

I gawked at her words, certain other people at the party would have heard her, but Libby seemed completely oblivious to them.

I was about to say mine, being all confident and that, when I remembered that I lived alone, and that my flat wasn’t exactly the epitome of ‘sexy’ that the night demanded.

‘How about yours?’ I suggested, as Libby pulled her phone out to order a car.

‘Don’t you have school in the morning?’

‘They’ll survive without me for a day.’

‘A whole day? You want to commit to that?’ She seemed genuinely surprised, or maybe impressed.

And, trust me, I know I’m no adonis, I’m not Casanova or whatever, but Libby had held a place in my heart (and other anatomical regions) for years. I was not shying away from this willingly.

‘Give me ten minutes to call in tomorrow morning, and I’m all yours.’

She smiled at that. ‘Deal. Car’s two minutes away.’

‘How should we spend it?’

She shrugged, her jacket rustling in the way cheap leather only can. She stepped further out, and I shut the door behind us. As soon as it closed, she turned to meet my eyes again.

‘Are you sure about this?’ she asked, seeming concerned.

I stifled a laugh. ‘Are you kidding? Lib, I’m man enough to say I’ve literally dreamt of tonight.’

‘Oh yeah? And how does it go, usually? In your dreams?’

‘Well, I’m very charming, and you’re very beautiful, and we realise we’ve been circling each other for the past seven years without ever colliding – and how much of a waste that’s been.’

‘Are we colliding tonight?’

‘I think we’re getting there,’ I said. God, she was easy to talk to. Easy to flirt with. I was surprising myself.

‘What happens then?’ she asked.

‘Then we find a bed and fuck it in.’

She laughed at that point, and I managed to laugh too. My ego complained, of course, that she was laughing at the idea of having sex with me, but I pushed that down. Doubt wasn’t getting to me. Not tonight. No second guessing, Elliot.

‘As long as you know what you’re in for,’ she mused.

Before I could give another well-crafted quip, her phone beeped, just as a silver honda pulled up.

‘Elizabeth?’ the cabby asked, and Libby sighed.

‘That’s us.’

We climbed into the car, the smell of disinfectant and stale cigarettes making a contrasting medley in the air, and settled in.

‘You want Bardugg Way?’ the driver asked.

‘Number twelve,’ Libby nodded, before sitting back. Suddenly, we had swapped sides – on the sofa I was on the right, now I was on the left. Something had shifted.

The drive was short, but the tension made it agony. Libby was a master at the art of ‘hovering’, making little actions that kept me revved up. Her legs pressed against mine; her hand placed innocently on her hip, which meant she was in constant contact with my pelvis; leaning against me to ensure I could feel her chest on my arms. Even her eyes, dark and mischievous, sent a shiver through me upon each glance. She was an expert. I was putty in her tiny hands.

When we pulled up to her house, a decent size seeing as I knew she lived alone too, I had to make an effort to hide my erection from the cabbie. Libby gave me knowing smirks as I pointed my front away from the car, adjusting myself less than covertly as she said thanks.

‘Comfortable, Elliot?’ she teased, her lips making a devil’s smile.

‘Tease,’ I growled.

‘You ain’t seen nothin’ yet!’ She bounced past me, pulled her keys out, and let herself into the house. I followed, and as soon as we were inside, we were on each other.

I’m not sure who moved first, but within seconds her lips were on mine, balıkesir escort hands exploring under shirts and gripping hair. Moans and grunts escaped both of us as we traveled to the staircase, each as eager to get started as the other.

She pulled off me, her eyes closed in a slight daze, and ran upstairs. Her hair was even more of a mess now, and I watched hungrily her hips as they swayed, my vantage point giving me a cock-stirring perspective of her fishnet legs, her skirt casting a shadow over her seductive rear.

‘Fuck, you’re gorgeous,’ I whined, following her up.

She had me chase her down the corridor, only stopping as we crossed into her bedroom. The lights flicked on, and I was stunned.

It was almost a sex den. Honest to God, it was like I had walked into a dungeon from some S&M-style music video or something. Her bed, the center piece, had a tall, strong-looking metal frame with loops every few inches, some of which had rope tied on, hanging limp. Her bedding was plain, but cleanly made, which was almost funny compared to the rest of the room.

All of the styling was dark, gothic-esque, so much so that even with the lights on it took me a moment to see the details.

Lining one wall, taking up three shelves, were a selection of sex toys – dildos, anal plugs, as well as whips and chains, all arranged for use. They were pride of place over a chest, the contents of which I couldn’t begin to imagine. The other side of the room was a work-desk, with three monitors set up in a slight concave around a desk. At the moment, they were dark.

The floor was cold wood, covered by a thick shaggy grey rug that ran under the bed, muffling the sounds as Libby stepped in, kicking off her shoes.

‘I told you it was a lot.’

I nodded, realising my shock must be apparent.

‘You can still back out,’ she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. But, when I looked at her, she was in the middle of unbuttoning her shirt, her breasts pushing out from underneath deliberately to tease me, with no bra to speak of. She was showing off, now.

But, god, was she a wet dream walking.

Her bust wasn’t enormous, but for her size they were generous, and as they were revealed bit by bit with each popped button I felt my reluctance washing away.

I shook my head. ‘I told you, this is happening.’

She smiled, and it felt less tantalising this time – more genuine. ‘Yeah?’

‘Abso-fucking-lutely!’

She bounded forwards as her shirt came undone, leaving her in only the fishnets and tartan skirt, and pressed herself against me. Our lips met, and as her tongue probed by lips I couldn’t stop a moan from rolling into her. I tasted her tongue, and she moaned back, my hands finding their way to her bare back. She purred as I stroked her, giving her a light scratch up her shoulder blades, fingers then sliding down her sides to the waist of her skirt.

Her hands caught my wrists, stopping me. She pulled off, biting my lip for a moment in a way that made my knees weak.

‘That’s only for boys who do as they’re told,’ she whispered, before pulling my hands behind her to her butt. ‘This, you can play with. For now.’

I laughed at her silliness, before kneading her cheeks in earnest. She was soft and firm, and soon I was gripping the small of her back as we kissed again, with one hand still on her firm buttocks. She mewled into my mouth as we travelled to the bed, the backs of my knees hitting the frame and causing me to sit. Happily, this actually put me on a level playing field with her, and allowed my kisses to move down her jaw and neck, each one rewarded with a different sound of approval from my beautiful lover.

I travelled down, hands on her back and butt, to kiss her breasts.

‘Yesss,’ she hissed as my lips found her right nipple. I sucked it into my mouth, delighted by the chirp she gave, before using my tongue and teeth to tease her until she squirmed.

‘Now the other,’ she whispered, and I obliged, kissing my way across her bust. As I kissed and suckled her, her hands found my scalp, holding me in place as she nursed me. ‘Bite me,’ she whispered, her voice lusciously shaky.

My teeth gripped her nipple lightly, and I pulled just a little before releasing. She gasped, her hands gripping my hair slightly tighter. ‘Again,’ she ordered. I did it again, slightly harder, holding the pull for slightly longer. ‘Oh, yes Elliot baby, do it again.’

For five or so minutes, I made aggressive love to her wondrous tits, feeling my erection inside my trousers grow steel-hard. Eventually, however, she was satisfied, and she pulled off.

She held me cheeks and jaw, strangely dominant, and made me meet her eyes.

‘I’m going to tie you up, okay Elliot?’

I nodded, excited for where this was going.

‘Have you ever been tied up before?’

‘No.’

‘You’re going to love it. Have you ever done… anal, before?’

I gulped. ‘Yes.’ Once, trabzon escort badly – but I wasn’t going to mention that.

‘Would anal be a reward for you?’

I nodded again.

‘Then, do everything I say, and everything I want, and you can have your reward.’ She smiled sweetly, and kissed me. ‘Deal?’

‘Deal.’ No going back now.

‘Okay, lie back on the bed. I need to get you into place for me.’

She spent the next few minutes stripping me, each piece of clothing unceremoniously peeled from my body before being thrown into a pile on the floor. My shirt first, which allowed my hands to be tied to the headboard, stretched outwards. Then, my socks and trousers, followed by my boxers. My cock sprang free, and Libby gave it an… interesting look, before moving away without having touched it. I groaned, and she smiled.

‘You’ll get what you want,’ she said, securing my left ankle in a belt-like thing attached to a rope that went through one of the higher hoops on the bed frame. ‘As long as I get what I want…’ The other ankle was secured, again to a rope looped through a high hoop. ‘Perfect.’

Next – thankfully – she straddled me, sitting on my chest like she was riding a horse. Well, soon I hoped she would be. Heh.

‘Usually, I like to gag my lovers,’ she said, pulling out something that looked like a ball-gag, but with an open hole where the ball usually is. ‘But that means no safeword. Would you be gagged for me?’ she asked, her voice sweet as honey. It would have been impossible for me to resist anyway, but as she asked she started rocking herself against me, and the movement was making my cock bounce behind her. It bumped her backside, and she giggled, turning slightly to reach round and grab it.

Her hand was tiny, too small to get all the way around, and was heaven. She started to stroke me with the lightest touch I had ever felt, almost tickling my shaft up to the head, and without touching my most sensitive part backing off.

She’s the devil, I thought.

‘Gag me,’ I said, deciding to throw caution to the wind. I’d never done anything like this, so why not go for broke?

‘Good boy,’ she purred, leaning onto me to secure the gag into my mouth. It stretched my jaw open, and my teeth fell into little ridges on the top and bottom to keep me gaped open, like a hungry fish. I felt ridiculous, but the look of satisfaction on Libby’s face as she observed her work made it worth it. Plus, as she learnt down, her tits pressed into my chest, her pert nipples dragging along my skin as she got me in place.

I was at her mercy. Limbs tied to her bed, mouth gagged, cock hard and ignored. I knew I would be close to begging for her touch, was I still able to beg.

She sat up, swaying slightly to the music, her eyes closed as she shifted atop me. I groaned, though it came out as an empty whine, as she gyrated on my pelvis, her fishnets rubbing into my naked skin, her hands stroking my chest as I watched her breasts. I was hypnotised, completely under her spell. Her tattoos, I could see now, crested over her shoulder and filtered to her pectorals, tastefully shaping just the edge of her mounds, like an ornate frame of a painting.

Libby bit her lip as her fingers found my mouth, slipping in to touch my tongue. It was an intrusion I couldn’t stop, and didn’t want to, so I slid my tongue around her digits. I tasted her, the slight echo of the coke she was drinking earlier tonight. Sweet.

‘Hmm, that’s nice,’ she sighed. ‘Now I have you, I should say – I really have had my eye on you for a while. And hearing that you’re… that you know about me, and you still want this… nothing could make me happier.’

Beneath the lust in her hooded eyes, and the undeniable sensuality of her body atop mine, teasing me in such perfected measures, there was an air of honesty, of vulnerability about her. That was the Libby I was interested in. The substance beneath.

She gripped my length again, making my breath hitch as she stroked me. She sat up, her chest pushed out above me, and I had the most amazing view of her hard nipples as she felt me.

‘What are you, about six inches?’ she asked. The question took me back – most women weren’t interested in length. Call me arrogant, but in my experience it was more about how you used it. Plus, there were always other ways to give a woman pleasure. Not that I’ve ever had complaints. I nodded, and she put her other hand back on my chin, fingers in the gap in my gag, holding me like a handle

‘I don’t know how much Pete told you,’ she said, letting go of my length, and lifting her skirt up. ‘But I’m just under eight.’

That’s when I saw it. My eyes felt like they bugged out of my head, as I saw a bulge in her light-blue boxers that were hidden under the skirt, promising the reveal of something else. Something big within.

I wracked my brain – had I known this?

The obvious answer was no – I didn’t have any knowledge ahead of time. Except, of course, a few things that were clicking into place. The presence of what were clearly male-usage sex toys around the room, like cock rings and prostate massagers; the fact that she had said she thought I could handle ‘all of her’, which was ambiguous but made more sense now; and the way I remember her saying she was going to fuck me. I was the fuckee.

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The Lost World Pt. 03

Gif Sex

Hey all, packed a lot of sex into this one and I hope you all enjoy. I’ll admit, the anatomy gets really ridiculous in places, but hey, these aren’t normal earthling-type people, so keep that disbelief suspended. Are you liking? Not liking? Tell me about it! Contact me via the information in my profile page, I promise I never react badly to honest and constructive criticism.

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Personal Log, final entry

I don’t think anyone is ever going to hear these logs, so I’ve decided stop recording them. As a sign off I’ll say that I used to be Holly Holbrook, but that I do not know who I am now. Holly was a good human being, averse to Vice, steeped in Virtue, rational in all things, a scientist.

Now I don’t know what I am. I woke up this morning with my hair down to my back, my breasts a pair of swelling mounds the size of honeydew melons, my bottom a jiggling bouncing thing, Scents are sharper, air tastes sweeter, colors are brighter, everything that brushes my skin has the potential to arouse me.

I’d like to think this is some magical effect of the Salinth, that I’m the victim of mind-control or physical manipulation, but somehow in my heart I know these things could not be further from the truth. This…it is strange to use this verb, I know… this FEELS right. This feels like how humans were actually meant to be.

Blasphemy, I know, but I’m done worrying about Vice. What does it even mean when cut off from the whole of humanity? Nothing.

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I stored camp carefully, I didn’t think I’d be back for a long time if ever, but I did it would be nice to have things intact. The universal translator was well-filled with words now and as set it up to relay to my ear wherever I may be I grinned at the thought of finally understanding every word to come out of people’s mouths.

I also took a moment to check some of the broader scans I’d done, features about the anatomy of the Salinthian people. The results were interesting to say the least.

1. Salinthian cell regeneration was remarkably high; while ostensibly still mortal the rate at which these people would recover from injury was extreme. I could reasonably deduce that they would likely be extremely long-lived. Of course with cells growing fast, they could actually be at increased risk for cancers except…

2. …there was absolutely no evidence of cellular apoptosis! No freckles, no moles, no blemishes of any kind! In a way that defied the nature of human physiology the cells of these inhabitants were completely and utterly immune to abnormalities of development. This went a long way in explaining…

3. How similar they all were in features! With no evidence of mutation, fast growth, and features that made them less diverse in terms of body type and height and especially sexual characteristics, it made sense that their cells wouldn’t vary that much either. I don’t know when or how these people evolved such a rapid rate of cell growth, but it would do so much to ensure longevity and survival it stood to reason that as a species they would largely stop changing once it had taken effect. And speaking of sexual characteristics…

4. They people of Salinth were all just specimens of what to me seemed like a sexual pinnacle. The endowment of the males, while preposterous to human standards, were simply an outgrowth of a serious need for release. Boasting testicles nearly four times the size of the human average and bifurcated prostate glands with massive productive potential the males of Salinth were producing an unreal amount of sperm and semen, there could be no question of their insane virility, and no further need of explanation for their need of frequent release. I finally understood that this was not about making children for the people of Salinth, this was about a constant need for release.

5. And the females were built for it too. In addition to always being at a heightened state of desire, able to self-lubricate with ease, spectacularly endowed in their own right, they also had incredible elasticity in all major orifices, seemingly able to stretch and endure punishment from the battering-ram like penises their male counterparts sought to use on them. With pleasure nerve endings coursing through every part of their anatomy, there was very little that their brains would not interpret as pleasurable stimulation.

6. The scanner had also managed to find particulate remnants of the ejaculate left behind. There was something extraordinary to the sperm, its texture a bit thicker than normal human males which could be attributed not just to a vastly denser protein composition to the fluid itself, but the presence of fat as well.

Above all, it was just very curious that hormonal production in both genders was so heavy; as I explored this mystery further I resolved, I would figure out every last detail of what made evolution on Salinth so specialized. I think it was just the vestigial parts of me still married to the concepts of Vice and Virtue adana escort that wanted a non-sexual excuse to keep going.

In a palm-to-head moment of realization it hit me that I had the best possible subject to study about these changes already: Myself. Hoping I hadn’t completed whatever transformation I was undergoing completely so I could catch it in the act I tugged out a little of my hair, drew some blood, and finally subjected myself to urine capture, feeding all the samples into the various machines I’d brought for analysis. It would take them time to parse things down to the molecular level, but at least I’d have some answers whenever it was done.

I re-cloaked my campsite and began my return to the village.

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More observations from the shadows: There seemed to be no pair-bonding in this culture. While men and women freely associated sexually, there was no indication of any kind of marking or significance to the act, but then again, that made sense given the scarcity of young. I saw none who appeared to be under the age of maybe 18, and few of those. They did not seem to be part of acceptable sexual culture and were dressed somewhat more conservatively than their adult counterparts, though I could see them watch the proceedings with a sort of practiced yearning.

I flipped on the communicator and was FINALLY hearing every word of what was said, the damned thing had been working on it for days, but with so little context it was difficult for it to work out. Topics of conversation were brief from what I could hear, and were largely concerned with greetings and what must have been gossip.

“Tyrga! So nice to see you again, did you finish that necklace I saw you working on?”

“No, Osma, I haven’t found another one of those round shells to balance out the other three. If you find one, let me know, alright?”

“Hmph. What will I get if I do?”

“I’ll help you rev up Dor! You know he fucks better when there’s two or more!”

“Deal. See you around, slut!”

I paused, hitting the translator a couple of times by walking my palm against my ear. It had translated every word, but I could make no sense of “fuck” or “slut” were they names?

I pulled out my digipad and combed through it for archaic English words; these might simply be things we didn’t have words for any more.

Fuck apparently referred to the reproductive act. It was vulgar slang, and could be contorted to refer to almost anything for emphasis in any word form.

Fascinating.

Slut was especially perplexing. Apparently in times when moral codes sprung up to keep sex in check before we’d found Reason and the other Virtues, it referred to someone who was promiscuous and would have sex with many at a time when the expectation was that she should limit such activity to few or even just one person. I blinked, how could that make sense here? This was a fully polyamorous culture seemingly without sexual taboo… and the tone had been friendly! There’d be no understanding that one unless I actually asked.

I heard moaning start up from another one of the huts, “YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER! OH FUCK!”

Once again I walked through to inspect what was going on, once again looking through a window. A muscular brute of a male was putting on a spectacular display of sexual athleticism, every muscle of his back and gorgeous stomach rippling as he powerfully slapped away, those massive testicals slapping away beneath. Beneath him, legs spread into an almost-split out to the sides was a woman with tremendous breasts and purple hair; I couldn’t gauge her eye color as she had those squinched shut.

“TAKE IT!” The man roared, “Take my fucking COCK–“

He might have said more, but I tuned it out, freezing in that moment as the word echoed in my head. Cock. I didn’t need to go to my notes to look it up. It was vulgar. It was slang. It was describing that utterly gigantic penis he was railing in and out of this female. Cock. It was poetry. It was the perfect word for this huge, ugly, beautiful hunk of vagina-destroying flesh, it rang in my ears and reverberated all the way down to my sex, making me feel hot and flush, wet and wanton.

I couldn’t take any more, I used my new-found strength and reflexes to vault through the window on a single arm, landing neatly beside the couple.

“I’LL TAKE YOUR COCK!” I screamed, “FUCK ME! FUCKING FUCK ME YOU HUGE COCKED FUCKING FUCKER!”

Really versatile word, that, I had to admit.

The two looked at each other for a moment, totally pausing in their lovemaking, then cracked up laughing. I was crest-fallen; had I violated some intricate rule of courtship? Were they going to kick me out? Hurt me? What was the protocol here? It had all looked so simple, felt so simple. This was what people got for listening to their vaginas I supposed, this is why we had to do away with these unnavigable arrangements.

Then they were eskişehir escort laughing at me and I flushed hotter from what must have been embarrassment. I had never been embarrassed before.

Did not care for it.

“Get down here and suck Nila’s tits and we’ll think about it.”

Tits? Oh, like teats! Nipples! Yes!

She shot him a look I didn’t understand, but I acquiesced, getting down on all fours to put her big raspberry -sized nipples into my mouth, mouthing at them gingerly, not quite knowing what I was doing. As he began to slowly saw that massive peni–COCK, his massive fucking cock, oh fuck, back in and out of her she smiled and cooed, encouraging me with a hand on the back of my head, simultaneously petting me and feeding me her massive breast with relish.

“MMmm yeah, suck those big titties, bitch!” Nila said, stroking my hair. I wouldn’t get to look bitch up in its sexual context until later, so in the moment I was only confused as to why she was calling me a female dog. Still, there was something sublimely satisfying about sucking her huge breasts, alternating from one to the other, lathing so much affection on them that a sheen drool began to coat each.

It was probably primal, humans had stopped breastfeeding when we’d done away with pregnancy, but there was probably some vestigial component that felt glorious about nursing away on a pair.

Nila threw her head back and moaned, “Yes Rij! Yes! Just like that, with your big horse cock! Just! Like! That!”

It was like she gone for a moment, her eyes rolled back into her head and her whole body arched and shuddered. There was a splashing noise and I peeked back to see her vagina spurting out a copious stream of juices.

“I wish humans could do that.” I pouted as I watched, Rij had slowed his strokes down

“Humans? What do you mean? We’re humans.”

I blinked, it wasn’t possible, this was definitely an undiscovered planet, yet if something about it transformed people as I’d been transformed, then I could not say for certain that these people hadn’t been human at some point. I revised my statement.

“I wish I could do that. I’m from a very different people, I don’t think it’s anatomically possible.”

He blinked this time, “Wish you could do what?”

“That, with the liquid.” I said again, gesturing to her output as she rolled through another one of those gushy explosions.

“Oh! You want to squirt! Any woman can, you just have to know how to fuck her right.”

“Really? I’m sorry, I’ve never done this before.”

Abruptly all fucking stopped, Nila was back from wherever she had been, Rij’s mouth was hanging open, and they exchanged a long confused look.

“Who are you, anyway?” Now that they were not caught up in the throes of passion it was obvious rational thought was setting in for them the same it would with anyone else. They had just realized I was an outsider. The village was big, but small enough you’d probably expect to know just about everybody.

“Call me Hol.” I said. “I’m erm, from another village.”

They exchanged another confused look.

“Where? Our hunters circle the entire planet once a year, they’ve been everywhere and never seen another tribe.”

I blinked. Salinth was a much smaller world than most, you could conceivably get all the way around it annually.

Well, there was no sense in lying about it, “My tribe isn’t from this planet. I came here on a vessel. My tribe is uh, very different from yours.”

“Well, welcome to the village of The Arosians. It means ‘the people’ in an older version of our language.”

“We called your world Salinth, but I think Aros has a nicer ring to it. Your world has changed me since I came here, to be more like you. May I be an Arosian?”

Nila pet my thigh sympathetically, though it stirred feelings in me strong, “Of course, honey. What do you mean you changed though?”

I hefted the huge bre–tits I now possessed, amazed at how heavily they wobbled in my palms, “these for one. I used to be very flat-chested, like all women of my people.”

Rij snorted, “If they don’t have those, what makes them women?” Nila shot him a dirty look and he seemed chagrined.

“I think perhaps you were just traveling for a long time, and started young. We’re all born flat-chested the same as you, we grow into these just as you have.”

I shook my head, “No, not just as you have at all. This only took the better part of a week and I was definitely an adult when I got here!”

“I don’t understand. If your people’s women don’t have tits, what do the men grab onto during sex?”

There was that embarrassment again, “We… we don’t have sex. We used to, hundreds of years ago, but we outgrew it.”

They clearly had more questions, but shelved them, choosing instead to POUNCE on me, Rij lay sideways and curled up to me so he could suck my tits as I’d done for Nila. Well, not exactly like I had. He did it with a passion sakarya escort I felt stirring in me but had not let myself express yet, his licks and sucks were worshipful and wet, his lips nibbling not just the nipples but all over the huge breasts, his teeth even gently biting and tugging as his hands moved in to maul my pair. My vagina was tingling so much it almost felt like it was vibrating.

“Your pussy looks delicious!” said Nila as she sank her head down between my legs.

Okay, my pussy felt like it was vibrating, and those sensations only got stronger as she lashed her tongue across my clit, then kissed at it hungrily, then sucked it between her lips, using them to strongly tug as much as she used vacuum. There was a feeling building inside of me, it was like an energy, like electricity, like fire, it grew and built as Rij growled lustfully into my breasts, squeezing them together into a single meal for him to devour. Nila in turn worked a finger into me, stroking some part of me that felt insanely good, curling a finger towards herself within my depths, tongue flicking faster and faster on my clitoris.

The feeling that had been building suddenly felt like a cliff that I wanted to fall off of, Nila suddenly stopped everything, reaching up to slap Rij’s hip.

“She’s ready!” She said as she sat up, letting an impossibly long tongue sweep out from her mouth to lap up the liquids my pussy had left there.

Nila moved back, stroking her fingers skilfully across herself, like she was playing a musical instrument and Rij moved down, grabbing his cock by the base, leveling its head with my pussy.

I was terrified, but wanted nothing more.

I took a deep breath.

Rij plunged that thing right into me, and the change that had started with my body finally completed a transformation inside my mind.

It was like my body was filled with little explosions, bursting ripples of growing sensation that started where that huge cock was, then it spread, warmth and overwhelming that traveled down to my toes where they curled and up to my tits where they tightened, then above to where I could feel the pleasure right behind my eyes, building and bursting like I was full of little dams that were all overflowing with ecstasy.

The pleasure flood had no-where to go and soon it was spilling from my mouth,

“OH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK YES! YES YES YES! OH FUCK! I LOVE YOUR HUGE COCK! I FUCKING LOVE IT! FUCKING GIVE IT TO ME!”

Even with the crescendoing pleasure, I couldn’t help but smirk at the idea that if there were some poor confused off-worlder spying on their civilization right now, she’d hear my cries just the same as I’d heard these.

Suddenly I realized I was running out of oxygen, and I was gasping for breath, those huge breasts, so new to me heaving on my chest with wobbling majesty.

Rij paused, seeming to want to let me adjust, Nila set my head in her lap and stroked my hair, cooing softly.

“Isn’t that just the best?” she said.

I weakly nodded, wanting more. She leaned down to kiss me lavishly, her lips full against my own, her tongue exploring my mouth. Observed from a distance it had all seemed so unhygienic, but now it just felt right, like there was a connection between us stronger than rationality or reason could explain. In this moment at least, those concepts felt so far away to me.

I don’t know if I had more thoughts then, because Rij crudely shoved more of his cock inside of me, the width of him making me feel stretched and full, I reached up and awkwardly seized Nila’s tits as though they might somehow lend me support, my eyes were wide and wild, I moaned and had another one of those multi-explosion sensations of what was apparently orgasm.

Oh sweet orgasm, this was a thing worth worshipping, worth forgetting yourself over, worth everything, at least while you were having one (or ten as I might have, I was too new to this to keep a proper count.) Rij pushed more and more in, every inch felt like it was taking a mile, slowly dragging more climaxes out of me, Nila seeming to sense my need leaned over, resting her mammoth tits on my face, letting me lick and suck them to my heart’s content, even biting them a little as a particularly strong orgasm took me. She winced, but stroked my head, showing me that it was okay.

Rij shoved in deeper and deeper, it felt like it would never end, but then abruptly it did, his massive cock was completely inside of me. Something felt odd on the crack of my ass and it took a little squirming and a few moments for me to realize this was the heavy, leathery sack of his testicals, each the size of apple.

“Oh my god, sex is AMAZING!” I whimpered, grinding down on him a little, loving the way it felt like it stirred my stretched insides.

“Oh baby,” Nila said with a wink, “You haven’t even begun to have sex yet.”

I squinted, not sure what she could possibly mean and then suddenly Rij raked himself out of me, not all the way mind you, just to where his doorknob-sized cock-head was still inside. It was so fast and rough feeling, there was almost a sort of delayed reaction as sensation caught up to me and abruptly I was climaxing and climaxing and climaxing,

“OH FUCK YOU’RE HUGE!” Was all I could think to say, tits heaving again as I panted for breath.

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Farrukh Teymourzadeh of Iran

Brunette

“My landlady Farrukh Teymourzadeh is kind of creepy,” Benjamin Charles said to his buddy Toussaint Pierre, as the two young men walked through the Atrium at Carleton University. As usual, the atrium was crowded. A lot of students were coming to and fro, and getting to the campus library was not remotely easy. Still, Benjamin looked a bit too concerned about what was bothering him, and as his best pal, Toussaint tried to help out.

The two young men were as dissimilar as can be, but they’d been best friends for years. Benjamin stood six-foot-one, lean and athletic, with dark brown skin and hair cut short. He wore a long-sleeved, neon-green and loose fitting T-shirt, baggy black pants and black sneakers. In spite of the fact that it was a frosty day in March, the young man refused to wear a jacket. According to Benjamin, spring was too close for that shit…

Toussaint Pierre stood a couple of inches taller than his good friend Benjamin, and was beefy, with darker brown skin, and a thick, stylized Afro. With his round, handsome face, golden brown eyes and dopey-sweet demeanor, Toussaint was often told how much he resembled the rapper Sean Kingston, which bothered the hell out of him. Smart, thoughtful and far less benign than his appearance and behavior would suggest, Toussaint was often the person that Benjamin turned to in his time of need.

“Come on, dude, what does she do that’s creepy?” Toussaint asked, and Benjamin shrugged, then gave his buddy the blow-by-blow explanation of what he’d been going through since moving into the room at Birdsong Lane near the Minto Center in the town of Barrhaven, Ontario. It turned out to be a lot more than Toussaint initially expected, to be sure…

“Bro, my landlady is bossy as hell, and she only lets me do laundry once a week, and only in the mornings, I’m not allowed to bring friends over, there’s no alcohol allowed in the house, and she gives me that weird stare sometimes,” Benjamin said, exasperated. Toussaint nodded understandingly, even though, since he still lived with his parents in Orleans, Ontario, like a proper collegiate Haitian, he couldn’t truly relate to Benjamin’s predicament.

“Hmm, that does sound extreme, what does she look like?” Toussaint asked, and Benjamin pulled up his iPhone, and typed something on Google. A bunch of names and images came up, and he clicked on one in particular, then held up the phone to his buddy’s face. Toussaint looked at the picture, and nodded. The landlady in question, Farrukh, was a smiling, bronze-skinned woman with lively brown eyes and long, curly dark hair.

“Don’t let her looks fool you, Farrukh can be a real witch,” Benjamin said, and Toussaint nodded thoughtfully. The two young men finally reached the campus library, and headed to the elevators. There were several white girls waiting for the elevator, and upon seeing two young black men coming by, most of them started looking left and right and acting weird, in the manner of passive-aggressive Canadians who wanted to let the brothers know they didn’t want them to come too close…

“Benjamin, my friend, this society of ours is full of snakes who think they’re slick, leave them to me,” Toussaint said with a sly smile, and he looked at the uncomfortable-looking white girls and shrugged. The elevator door opened, and everyone went in. Toussaint and Benjamin went to the fifth floor, to study for their upcoming ( and extremely important ) civil engineering exam.

“Man, I wish I could take things in stride like you,” Benjamin said, smiling at Toussaint as they reached their destination. The young men exchanged dap, found their reserved study room and got to work. Their school is a very dramatic place, where there’s always something going on, from strikes to passive-aggressive administrators, casual racists, and annoying bozos. Toussaint certainly looked forward to graduating and getting the hell out of Carleton U.

After spending an hour working on engineering stuff, Benjamin went to the washroom, and while he was away, Toussaint used his computer to look up Farrukh Teymourzadeh, the supposed landlady from hell. He checked out her Facebook page, and quickly discovered that she worked for the City of Ottawa as some kind of financial administrator. Oh, and the lady was fifty seven, and had two adult sons, Saad and Ismail. According to her Facebook profile, Farrukh was originally from the City of Kerman, southeastern Iran.

“Hmm, I know what your landlady Farrukh needs, Benji, this woman’s profile screams that she needs the D,” Toussaint said, laughing, as Benjamin returned from the washroom. Benjamin shook his head, and smiled. Leave it to Toussaint to always be concerned with sex and women. Benjamin was too busy trying to graduate from Carleton University’s hard-as-hell civil engineering programme to focus on women. In fact, ever since he split from his ex-girlfriend Chandra six months ago, Benjamin had been flying completely solo…

“Whatever, bro, let’s focus on studying,” Benjamin replied, and Toussaint grinned, shaking bursa escort his head. Benjamin was smart and handsome, but understood very little about women. Toussaint decided to do his buddy a favor and help take care of his landlady problem. From Farrukh’s profile, Toussaint gleaned that the sexy Persian MILF liked to work out at Movati’s gym, and that worked out perfectly since Toussaint had a membership that he seldom used…

A couple of days later, Toussaint went to Movati’s gym, and checked out the local ladies. After a while, he spotted Farrukh, who looked good in a red tank top and black Yoga pants. Conventional wisdom told Toussaint to approach her with caution. Women at the gym were weary of horny guys who wanted to check them out, holler at them and maybe hook up with them. The only men the ladies didn’t watch out for were the gay guys, who were too busy ogling the very straight men who were ogling the ladies. Nice circle, really.

Toussaint checked out Farrukh, and she shot him a look when she caught him. The situation looked bad, until Toussaint ran into someone he knew, a flamboyant gay Latino guy named Ernesto. Toussaint, who is very comfortable with his masculinity, didn’t feel threatened by Ernesto, and greeted the dude by giving him a lengthy hug and shoulder squeeze while a stunned Farrukh looked on.

“Ernesto, mi amigo, looking good, I’ve missed you,” Toussaint said as he pulled Ernesto into a bear hug, and the surprised Ernesto smiled and blushed. The two of them bantered for a bit while Farrukh looked on. Toussaint smiled at Ernesto and pretended not to notice the sexy older Persian lady staring at him. The brother knew exactly what she was thinking. Women were easier to understand than most males realized, that’s for damn sure.

“Toussaint, you look so handsome, it has been a while,” Ernesto said, squealing in delight as he returned Toussaint’s bear hug. Other patrons, male and female, watched their interactions. Toussaint ignored them. Like any hunter worth his salt, Toussaint knew how to lure his prey. Farrukh, like all women, wanted to be admired, while calling the shots. At first she thought Toussaint was just another horny black dude at the gym, ready to holler at her. Exactly what Toussaint wanted Farrukh to think…

Farrukh sipped on a water bottle as she not-so-discretely watched Toussaint and Ernesto’s interactions. She saw Toussaint embrace Ernesto, and assumed he was gay, and since he was tall, strongly built and handsome, a part of her felt sad because, well, Toussaint was now out of her reach. Women don’t want every man, but they like to think they can have any man. Discovering the falsehood of that assumption was often painful…for them.

“I’m trying to get back in shape, you know a single brother has to maintain,” Toussaint said, and he and Ernesto exchanged high-fives before resuming their individual workouts. Toussaint sat on the exercise bike and began to pedal, and worked up quite a sweat. After a few minutes, Farrukh got off her own exercise bike, and walked toward him, a weird little smile on her lovely face.

“Hello, Ernesto, why don’t you introduce me to your handsome friend?” Farrukh said, and she smiled at Toussaint, while Ernesto laughed and happily did the introductions. Toussaint nodded at Farrukh and smiled confidently, before extending his big hand toward her. My plan is working like a charm, the big and tall young Haitian man thought, pleased with himself.

“Hello Farrukh, I’m Toussaint, pleased to meet you, I’m new here, just trying to get into shape,” Toussaint said, and he gently shook Farrukh’s hand. The dark-haired gal licked her lips and looked Toussaint up and down. He smiled innocently and pretended not to notice her checking him out. Something about an unavailable man appeals to women more than anything else, and Toussaint knew how to maximize that and use it to his advantage.

“Well, Toussaint, welcome to Movati’s, I’m here often, and if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask,” Farrukh said, and she smilingly pulled out her card, and gave it to him. Toussaint smiled and pocketed it, and they exchanged a few pleasantries before Farrukh walked away. Toussaint discretely checked out the Persian MILF’s ass, which looked awesome in them Yoga pants. She won’t even know what hit her, Toussaint thought with a sinister, lustful smirk.

Over the next few weeks, Toussaint began showing up at Movati’s gym regularly, and his acquaintanceship with Farrukh blossomed into a full friendship. As it turns out, the Persian gal was friendly, funny and easygoing, and not at all the domineering and uptight bitch that Benjamin made her out to be. Toussaint took a chance on inviting her to an outing away from the gym, and Farrukh practically pounced on the offer…

“It will be my pleasure,” Farrukh said, her eyes glowing, when Toussaint invited her to grab a bite at Moxie’s restaurant. That’s how it all began. After grabbing lunch at Moxie’s, Toussaint and Farrukh went malatya escort for a walk around Gloucester, and ended up seeing the movie Fifty Shades Freed at the Scotiabank movie theater. It was well into the evening by the time they exited the theater, and Toussaint walked Farrukh to her car, like a gentleman…

“Farrukh, I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you out here,” Toussaint said to Farrukh as they reached her car. Farrukh looked at the tall, handsome and well-dressed young Haitian man who stood before her. He was unlike any man she’d ever known. Farrukh normally didn’t deal with men of other races, especially younger men, but Toussaint was different. Too bad he was…you know…like that.

“Toussaint, you’re everything a woman could want in a man,” Farrukh said, blushing, and the Persian gal surprised herself, and Toussaint, by impulsively hugging him. Toussaint hugged her back and smiled, and they held each other like this for a while. He looked into her eyes and smiled, and brushed his arm against her back before finally answering her unasked question.

“Farrukh, I’m a different man with a history I’m not always proud of, but when I see you, I feel things,” Toussaint replied, cryptic and alluring at the same time. Farrukh nodded, and then pressed her curvy, yet athletic body against him. Gently he stroked the gal’s chin, and Farrukh purred like a kitten. That’s when Toussaint looked into her eyes, smiled and then kissed her.

“Toussaint, sweet Toussaint,” Farrukh said to herself as she drove home, and when she lay on her bed that night, lustful thoughts of a certain big and tall, handsome and dark-skinned gentleman swirled about her head. So much that she forgot to hassle her tenants, especially that lazy Benjamin, about their chores. I must let myself live a little, Farrukh told herself as she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

“Brother, I don’t know what’s going on with Farrukh but she’s less of a witch lately,” Benjamin texted Toussaint when he got home from Carleton. On the other side of Ottawa, in his parents Orleans townhouse, Toussaint smiled. Things were looking up all around, and he was just getting started as far as his plans for Farrukh were concerned…

“Duly noted, who knows, Benjamin, maybe something has changed with Farrukh,” Toussaint said, and he and Benjamin bantered via text for a while, then called it a night. Toussaint smiled to himself as he lay in bed, thinking about Farrukh. There was something about Farrukh Teymourzadeh that appealed to him immensely. The lady was beautiful, aged like fine wine, and oozing passion out of every pore. This was going to be epic…

“Hmm, Toussaint, sweet Toussaint, I don’t care if this brother is gay or bisexual, probably the latter since he’s looking at me like candy, once he gets a taste of my sweet Persian kitty, he’ll forget all about Ernesto’s queer ass,” Farrukh whispered to herself. It was the middle of the night, and she lay naked in bed, alone and more than a bit horny. Smiling, Farrukh began fingering her already wet pussy while pinching her nipples. A woman’s got needs, after all…

After a few outings, Farrukh and Toussaint finally got down, and the timing was most welcome, though unexpected. They were coming out of Shawarma Station, a neat little Arab restaurant located in the South Keys area of Ottawa. It was Farrukh’s treat, and Toussaint was all smiles. Indeed, the two of them were having a great time. It was an unseasonably warm night in late March. They came out of the restaurant smiling, and feeling good…

“Hmm, I love Middle-Eastern cuisine, the food is so tasty, to die for,” Toussaint said to Farrukh who nodded, and licked her lips. For some reason, that gesture registered with a certain part of the young Haitian man’s anatomy. Farrukh was one gorgeous gal, sensual and hot in the manner of Middle-Eastern beauties. Toussaint looked at her, marveling at the petite beauty standing before him.

“Hmm, I can think of something tastier,” Farrukh replied coyly, and that’s when Toussaint pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Farrukh kissed him back passionately, and they left the Shawarma Station area, and went to the nearby TD Bank. In a small space behind the bank, away from passersby, the two of them consummated their lust. They were never going to make it home, not with such raw passion bubbling inside their bodies…

“Hmm, let me get a taste of Persia,” Toussaint said, as he kissed Farrukh’s succulent lips and caressed her breasts through her sheer white blouse. Farrukh moaned softly as Toussaint’s strong yet gentle hands worked her over, and she pulled down her skirt, and watched the look of hunger on the his darkly handsome face. Locking eyes with Toussaint, Farrukh looked at him and silently issued a demand, and the younger man hastily complied.

“If you want it come and get it, I’m ready for you,” Farrukh said, and Toussaint grinned and knelt before her even as she pulled down her panties, çanakkale escort exposing her moist, hairy cunt. Toussaint began eating Farrukh’s pussy toot sweet, and she gently raked her fingers through his thick Afro, urging him to continue. Toussaint fastened his lips to Farrukh’s pussy, and sucked on her clit hungrily, causing her to moan and squeal with wild abandon…

“Yes ma’am, going to make that pussy pop and sizzle,” Toussaint said, as he lathered Farrukh’s pussy with his tongue. Pressed against the wall, Farrukh rubbed her breasts, massaging the hard nipples as Toussaint gave her pussy a tongue bath. A few moments later, Farrukh cried out in ecstasy as she came rather violently and expertly, thanks to Toussaint’s wicked tongue.

“Hmm, Toussaint, you’re full of surprises, come here, handsome,” Farrukh said, and she patted Toussaint’s groin, and felt his hard dick respond to her touch. Unzipping his pants, she freed his dick, which was long and thick. Grinning, Farrukh kissed Toussaint, then squatted down, putting those hours at the gym to good use as she began sucking his dick enthusiastically. The brother had a magnificent dick, and for her, it had been a while…

“Oh fuck, you really got me,” Toussaint murmured as Farrukh sucked his dick while gently massaging his balls. The brother held his breath as the sultry Persian gal worked her magic on him, and she was downright magical, the way she handled his dick. Farrukh had a range of experience that the female students that Toussaint usually bedded lacked, and it made a world of difference. The lady had him harder than a rock, and ready to roll…

“Fuck me, I want you inside of me,” Farrukh whispered hotly into Toussaint’s ear once she rose to her feet, pressing her hot little body against him. Toussaint grinned and fumbled for his pants, and Farrukh surprised him further by pulling a condom out of her purse, and rolling it on his dick. They locked eyes, and exchanged a smile without words.

“Hmm, warm,” Toussaint thought to himself as he thrust into Farrukh, and the petite beauty grinned as he went for her, grabbing her and holding her into place. Farrukh thrust out her pelvis, and hissed in pleasure as she felt a stabbing pain down below. Toussaint slammed his dick into her without hesitation or mercy, and Farrukh gritted her teeth as he began hammering away at her. She’d been wanting to get fucked by him since she first saw him in Movati’s, and that’s the truth…

“Hmm, get rougher babe, and feel my ass,” Farrukh said in that sexy, husky voice of hers, and Toussaint grinned as they switched positions. Farrukh shook her big ass in front of him, and his long, hard dick got even harder. He’d been dreaming about her ass ever since he first saw her on that exercise bike. Toussaint caressed Farrukh’s ass and smacked it, hard enough to make her cry out. Laughing, Toussaint began his approach into her. The things he was going to do to that big beautiful Persian ass…

“Been wanting to tap that ass since the gym,” Toussaint whispered into Farrukh’s ear, even as he slammed his dick into her. Farrukh squealed, loving the feel of Toussaint’s dick inside of her, even as he gripped her hips and fucked her passionately. She hadn’t gotten some good dicking in a while, and Toussaint proceeded to dick her down like never before. His hard dick bruised her pussy, driving her crazy and making her cry out his name.

“Oh yes, harder,” Farrukh cried out as Toussaint went to town on her, pulling her long dark hair and ramming his dick into her. Farrukh kept grinding against him, giving the Haitian stud a great visual to work with. The sight of her big round ass swallowing his dick thrilled Toussaint like nothing else could. They banged with wild abandon until the sounds they made attracted the wrong kind of attention, and they were forced to leave the premises in a hurry.

“That was off the hook,” Toussaint said to Farrukh as they drove to his house in Orleans. With his parents away in Montreal, they had the place to themselves and made good use of it. Toussaint laid Farrukh on the kitchen counter, smeared butter all over her pussy and ate her out before he resumed fucking her. Farrukh screamed so loud that she probably woke up the whole neighborhood, but she didn’t care and neither did Toussaint. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, in his bedroom upstairs.

“I’m going to cure that Haitian lad of his confusion, he’s got a lot of promise, that’s for sure,” Farrukh thought to herself as she drove home to Barrhaven the next day. Waking up next to Toussaint felt nice. For one so young and lacking in experience with women ( or so she thought ), Toussaint was quite gentlemanly. When Farrukh mentioned Ernesto, his supposed former flame, Toussaint got uncomfortable and told her he was focused exclusively on her. Farrukh definitely liked the sound of that…

“Heads up, Benjamin, your bossy landlady is coming home, I kind of led her to think I played for the other team, and she’s been giving me that pussy in an attempt to cure me of an ailment I don’t even have, can you believe this shit?” Toussaint Pierre laughed into the phone as he spoke to his buddy Benjamin. Walking around his house, butt naked, Toussaint felt good. Yeah, he was definitely going to see more of that lady Farrukh. All he had to do was make sure she never picked up on his ruse…

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The Next Step

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A new beginning:

Last night my wife and I were home alone for the first time in awhile, our kids were spending the night at their grandparents, so Jodi and I had the night to ourselves. We decided to go out to dinner, something we do not get to do often anymore, but we went is still tonight. Jodi dressed in a very sexy, low cut black dress, with 4 inch heels. She was still shorter than I, but not by much. She looked so great all with makeup on and her perky breasts showing just enough cleavage to turn any red blooded males head. We had a wonderful steak dinner and headed home about two hours later.

When we got home, Jodi told me to go open another bottle of wine while she got into something more comfortable. By the way she said “more comfortable” I knew we where going to have a wonderful night. I poured the wine, kicked off my shoes and waited in the living room for her to come down. After a while she called down from our bedroom to bring the wine upstairs, I almost feel down running up the stairs with the two glasses and bottle of red wine. As I entered the room she had light several candles around the room and was laying on top of the bed. She was dressed in a red teddy, which guaranteed she would not be wearing it very long. I handed her a glass and set the bottle and my glass on the bedside table, gentle bending down to give her a quick kiss on the lips.

“Take off all yours clothes” Jodi said in a whispered that made my cock spring to life. As I stripped down, never taking my eyes off her. The candle light danced in her eyes, and her red lipstick passively glowed as she sipped her wine. I slowly climbed into bed, but naked and laid down next to her. I could smell her sweet perfume, and was as kiddy as a teenage about to have his first sexual experience.

We started to kiss and snuggle, my hand were all over her breasts and it was not long before she was naked also, we where just starting to get hot and heavy, my fingers stroking her soaked pussy and my tongue playing with her erect nipples when her hand moved down toward my balls. We had been playing around with some little ball torture, mostly squeezing and light slapping, but I wanted much more. I don’t know when it started by my need to have my balls abused had been increasing over the years. At this point I was hurting my balls more and more when I masturbated, but Jodi usually only gave me a couple of squeezes, and maybe a little more when we played our ‘special game’. “You want me to work you over?” she whispered again.

“Oh yes, Jodi, Please.” I almost begged,

“Lie down on your back, John and spread your legs” I did as instructed as quickly as I could. She giggled at my excitement, as she snuggles next to me and lowered her right hand to my awaiting nuts. Slow pressure at first, building and building. Oh it felt so damn good to have my nut slowly being crushed by her lovely hand. “Harder John?”

“Please, harder!” I whispered urgently back. We had gotten used to whispering while having sex with the two kids in the house. “No need to whisper, the kids aren’t home. Tell me what you want. Anything you need tonight.”

“Really?” I asked. In fourteen years of marriage these words have never come out of her mouth gaziantep escort while in bed. I looked at her, deep in her eyes, god I love her so much. “I will be right back” I said and jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. I was right, she had used her large heavy hair brush before she called me to the bedroom and there it sat sitting on the counter. I had been wondering if I would ever get her to use this implement of beauty on my nuts. I had used it from time to time on myself, but felt that I was not hitting myself hard enough. I need to feel the sting of what this could do to me. I had read several stories, while in hotel rooms, of women beating their men in the balls with hair brushes and wanted desperately to try.

I walked back into the room, she was pouring herself another glass of wine. She had drunk quit a bit at dinner and was a little drunk. I drove so I did not have much. I need a drink to get up the nerve to ask her this. I held the brush behind my back, and drank my wine in one long gulp. I climb back in bed, and pulled the hair brush out from behind me and showed it to her without speaking a word.

She looked at the brush, at me, a question forming on her red glossy lips. “You want to brush my hair?” She asked

“No, I want you to hit me in the balls with your brush.” I told her, holding my breath waiting for her to respond. She reached out and took the brush, turning it to and fro, looking back at me a smile slowly dancing across her lips. “Ok”

I almost blow my load right then and there. My nasty little fantasy was about to come true. I laid back down on the bed, and spread my legs. “What should I do.” She asked. A little excitement in her voice. Oh god this is really going to happen I thought, God I am a lucky man.

“With your left hand pull my balls down in my sack as far as you can.” I instructed her.

“Like this.” Her left hand slide down my very erect cock and clamped down at the base of my scrotom. She pulled my nuts down and away, so my balls were pressed together at the end of her fist.

“Oh, yeah, so good” I groaned. “Know use the brush to hit my balls.” I told her almost holding my breath.

“How many times, and how hard.” Jodi asked her eyes glued to my nuts. Her hand was moving around while she held me tight. Cause little jolts of pain, so good, pre-cum was starting to drip out of my cock. “You are really excited, I don’t think your cock has ever been this big.” She said rubbing the brush up and down my shaft.

Now I swear to God, I intended to say just once and not to hard, but I heard my voice say “Five times, each time harder then the first” some ghost said that sounded just like my voice.

“Ok, I will because I love you John.” Jodi said and gave me a quick little kiss before moving her body a little, and pulling my balls a little more.

Without warning the hit smashed into my nuts with such force a little cry came out of my throat. I would have screamed louder by there was no air in my lungs. My legs closed by the force, but she had my balls held tight, and above my legs. The second hit came down, harder, just like I asked. White dots stared to float about my closed konya escort eyes, the pain was sharp, stomach wrenching, nauseating, and the most wonderful thing that I have ever felt. The third shot was preceded by a loud swooshing sound of the hair brush swooping down from an alarming height. I started to struggle, the pain was much more then I had even dreamt of and my body was moving and thrashing around. Somehow Jodi’s grip slipped and my balls fell from her hand.

“Sit still damn it, I have two more to go. Remember you asked for this and I will not go back on my word.” Jodi shriek, a lot of excitement in her voice. Through the pain, my brain hardly working any more, a sudden though came to me. She is enjoying this, oh God, she likes doing this. Up to now, as I said before, normally it was a couple quick squeezes and a few slaps, like she was only doing my nuts harm because I really wanted her to, not because she wanted to. Her hand grabbed by nut sack again, stronger this time. Wham, “four” she yelled, a laugh in her voice. She was really getting into it now. My balls hurt, I mean really hurt. I could not breathe, I could not think, my nuts hurt so badly. I could feel tears rolling down my face, no sound could I make through the pain. “Look at me John!”

Slowly my tear filled eyes opened, even the light from candles was painful. “Look at me while I give you the last hit” Looking her in the eyes, her smile huge, and her hand is raising the brush slowly in the air. Her arm stretched all the way out, her nipples I noticed fully erect, she was excited. “I love you” She said and as the word you came out of her mouth, her face changed. A grimace, a snare, and an animalist growl came from her mouth as the brush came slamming down hard, sharp and straight into my swollen balls.

“AAAAAHHHHHH” I screamed. She must have let go of my balls because I was rolling around on the bed. Tears streaming down my eyes, then black. I am not sure how long I was out for, but when I was able to open my eyes again Jodi was sitting up in bed drinking more wine and slowly stroking her pussy.

“Oh god that was so much fun. I had an orgasm on that last hit. So did you by the way.” Jodi smirked. Looking down I could see my cum all over my stomach from what must have been the biggest load of cum I ever shot. Slowly I looked down at my smashed balls, expecting to see nothing but flattened nuts, but not so bad. Swollen and very red, I would live to be busted again.

She put the wine back on the table, and reached out to slowly massage my balls again. “Oh Jodi, please no more not tonight.” I whispered.

“Be quit now baby, I only did what you asked; now I have a request of my own. I want to you eat my pussy until I have another orgasm. You owe me that much.”

“Ok.” I started to move down between her legs but she grabbed a hold of nuts again in her tiger grip which stopped me in my tacks. Eyes shoot and teeth grinding together I could barely hear her voice.

“No, I that special way you lick my pussy. I want to control your tongue.” Jodi said.

“No, not tonight, my balls hurt already.” I begged her.

“Now John, I did what you wanted, your turn.” kayseri escort She squeezed harder.

“Ok, honey, the special way” I had taught her this game, hoping she would get into squeezing my balls more. What I would do would get on knees, with my head toward her pussy, and lick her out. She would be laying on her back, with her legs spread wide, so that my chin was closest to her clit. So we are almost in a 69 position, expect my knees are to one side of her head, with my legs spread. She would then reach up with hand and grab onto my nuts. When she squeezed I would lick her clit, when she stopped, I would lick her pussy lips.

I started to slide my tongue up and down her pussy, slipping my tongue into her, and all around. I felt her hand move, and felt her fist wrap around my sore swollen balls. A small squeeze and I attacked her clit with as much force as I could muster. No sooner did the pressure start, and she stopped, “Slow down, I don’t want to cum quick. You don’t want me to stop squeezing your balls do you?” Jodi asked.

“No dear, anything you want.” I sputtered, and got back to moving my tongue in and out of her wet pussy hole. For about twenty minutes, she would squeeze me hard for 30 seconds and let go, then she said the words that thrilled me and scared me. “OK honeys, it time to make me cum, are you ready”

For answer I simply flicked her clit with my tongue, and her hands shifted. Using both hands she took one tactical in each hand and using her thumb and forefinger beginning to exert pressure. I licked, sucked, and did everything I could to get her off, because she would continue to apply more and more pressure onto my destroyed balls until she had completed her orgasm. Harder and harder she squeezed, rolling my poor balls back and forth, and digging her nails into each ball. She was building up to an orgasm, ignoring the shearing pain in my nuts, the sickening feeling in my stomach, and the blood pounding in my ears, I licked hard on her clit, hoping she would climax before I passed out from pain and exhaustion.

Finally, she begins to shake and scream, the pressure lessened dramatically, as it often did when she was in the beginning of her orgasm. I, of course, stayed between her beautiful legs, licking and sucking her juices as they spilled out of her shaved, pink, cunt. As her orgasm began to subside, she gave me one last hard squeeze and pull on my nuts to let me know that I should now stop tonguing her pussy, she gets very sensitive immediately after cumming. Slowly I moved on the bed so that I was again lying next to her, looking at her glowing face, as she relaxed in the after math of her powerful orgasm. It made me so happy to she her laying there, breasts heaving up and down, a smile on her face, eyes closed and sampling enjoying be there. Slowly she turned her head towards me, “Is that what you have been meaning about me busting your balls?” She whispered at me with a smile in her eyes.

“Oh God, yes that was so wonderful, it was everything that I hoped for.” I replied stroking her face and hair, smiling down at her. “But we never even fucked.” she said closing her eyes, enjoying the pampering I was giving her and planting sweet kisses on her forehead.

“Maybe later, let’s get some rest now” I said.

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A couple of weeks later, I found my self laying naked to my wife, again with the kids at grandma’s when Jodi sat up in bed, looking me in the eyes with her pretty little smile and said.

“Go get the hair brush”

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He knew she had been bratty just for him. He could tell by that shimmer in her eye what she wanted. It had been so hard to hold back, to keep her waiting, guessing when it would come. Suddenly she issues that challenge that would make any man break.

“You couldn’t make me cum anyway, why would you even try?”

That was it. She knew by the flames in his eyes that she had pushed the right button.

“We will just have to see about that.” He said.

In one swift motion he had both thrown her on the bed as well as handcuffed her to it. It all happened so fast she didn’t even have time to react. Not until her panties were around her ankles and he shirt was over her head like a blindfold did she realize what had happened, but now it was too late. He had already flipped her onto her stomach and begun circling her ass with his had like a vulture.

“You have been very bad, haven’t you?” he asked, hand lingering on her right ass check as he did so.

“I have no idea what you’re talking abou..”

She broke off right before she finished her sentence from the force of his hand smacking her soft bottom. She wasn’t even ready for the second blow.

“Don’t play dumb with me! Address me properly and answer with yes or no unless instructed otherwise!”

She knew he was serious, but still she couldn’t help herself. The words just slipped out so easily.

“Why should I?”

Without even a second to regret what she had said, he had let off three more blows to her ass. His hands were so big and he hit so hard. Her ass was already red and sore from a mere 5 slaps.

“Do you understand now?” he asked, waiting for her to be defiant again.

“Yes,” mersin escort she said

Suddenly he let her have 2 more, one on each cheek.

“Yes what?”

“Yes…sir.” She stuttered, mind reeling from the pain.

She didn’t know what she had gotten herself into. It hurt so much, but she must like it because she was already dripping with pleasure. All she knew was that she wanted more. She did like seeing him this way, it turned her on so much. The tone in his voice was firm, controlling, but at the same time loving. She knew he was doing this for her own good.

“Now, I’ll ask again, you have been bad haven’t you?”

“Yes sir, I have been very bad.” She said. It was easier this time.

“Do you know what happens to bad girls?” he asked, knowing it would turn her on to know he was thinking the same thing she was.

“They get punished sir.” She murmured. She hoped he didn’t know how much this turned her on. Just speaking those last few words made her so wet it was dripping down her legs. No such luck.

“I see you are enjoying this. Your tight little pussy shouldn’t be that wet from just a few spanks. That is very naughty. Add five more to the ten you have for being such a brat.”

“Yes sir, punish me and my tight little pussy sir.” She was actually begging now. She wanted this so bad.

Without hesitation he smacked her ass hard. She was almost brought to tears by this single hit. She didn’t know how she could stand 14 more.

“Count them out slut!” he growled

“One sir thank you sir!” she shouted back.

After four more he paused. She didn’t know what to expect, but she was kocaeli escort thankful for the short reprieve. Suddenly he plunged two fingers in her pussy as far as they would go. She almost came from both the surprise and the sheer ecstasy of the act. She bucked her hips violently trying to get his fingers deeper in her. As quickly as he had put them in her, he had pulled them out.

“I don’t remember telling you that you can enjoy this. You are mine to do with as I please, and it would serve you well not to forget that. Lick my fingers clean and add 2 more for being disobedient.

She could barely speak from the shock of the last experience, but she managed to get out a “yes sir” and eagerly sucked on his fingers while he pulled her hair to let her take them deeper. The last 12 spankings were easier to take than those first few. She had learned her lesson by now. She knew that he was in charge, and that turned her on even more.

“It seems you didn’t learn your lesson about not enjoying this. I can see that you have been dripping all over yourself. Since I am feeling generous today, I won’t punish your ass anymore.” He said in a very commanding tone, “Instead I will punish your pussy with my throbbing cock.”

Yes! This is what she truly wanted. She wanted to suck on his cock so bad, but she was still held to the bed. She knew what she had to say.

“Please sir! Please! Your little slut wants to suck on your cock sir! Let your little slut pleasure you before you punish her sir!”

“I will release you for that purpose, and you will be punished more severely for misbehaving after I do.”

He reached over samsun escort her head and released her restraints. She wasted no time in pulling off his pants and shoving his rod in her mouth. The feel of his cock rubbing on her lips made her want it even more. He gently guided her mouth by tugging on her hair. She liked being controlled like this. His steady hand made sure she didn’t get too eager. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally said that it was time, and instructed her to lie on the bed. She did so obediently. He climbed on top of her and thrust his cock into her juicy pussy. Three more hard thrusts and she was already cumming for him. He pulled out real quick and she came again from that shock.

“You can now enjoy this.” He said.

“Thank you so much sir!” she shouted back.

He fucked her hard for a long time, with her cumming regularly until he suddenly stopped.

“Get up and bend over the chair.” He ordered.

She obeyed. She knew what was coming. She had wanted this more than anything. It was her favorite position. When she got into place he again drove his dick in he as hard as he could. He grabbed her arms and used them as if they were reigns on a horse. He fucked her through another half dozen orgasms. When she was nearing climax one more time he told her to wait for him.

“I don’t know if I can, it feels so good” she moaned.

“You will wait for me slut” he ordered back.

It took forever in her eyes. She could barely hold it in to begin with. Now she couldn’t stop herself anymore. She had just begun cumming when she felt him shoot his load in her right on her G spot. The pleasure was so great that she screamed and bit down on the chair. She thought it would end like a normal orgasm, but instead it kept going. Her pussy kept pulsating and he kept cumming. When it felt like the pleasure would make her pass out, he pulled out as fast as he could. They both collapsed in a heap back on the bed and spent the rest of the night in each others arms.

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The Modern Governess

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This story does involve bodily functions, fetishes, and behavior that might offend some, who should read no further. All characters are 18 or over.

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It was early in the 20th century when the institution of the governess, hired by well-to-do families to care for their offspring, began to disappear. The reign of governesses in households—at least over the younger set—had reached its zenith in Britain during Victorian times. It was convenient for parents who could afford the added cost to delegate most of the responsibility for supervising even the young men and women who were 18 and older to a hired woman.

Governesses were expected to combine the roles of teacher and disciplinarian. Those charged with caring for young women imparted the basics and often more of art, music, and literature, as well as elements of fashion and proper behavior. Males were less likely to learn the arts but were also expected to conform to societal expectations of gentlemanly conduct.

Today, some families have again recognized a need to have a governess to supervise young adults—those 18 or over who may even have graduated from university but have returned home to live for lack of any or sufficient employment to support them in their own living quarters. Thus we now find that young people in their 20s may find themselves under the authority of a woman only a few years older, often in her late 20s or early 30s.

The all-powerful Victorian-age governesses played a major role in developing and even encouraging the notorious Anglo-Saxon indulgence and lust for flagellation. Behavior was learned through having bottoms bared for spanking by the governess over her lap with her strong hand. All were trained to “assume the position” for application of the thin punishment cane to their bared hindquarters.

Governesses in France, no less schooled in use of discipline than their British peers, preferred use of the many-tailed martinet. The use of the birch is more identified with schools, where masters and mistresses administered corporal punishment even more strictly than did the governesses in the home environment.

Some governesses recognized that young men, in particular, were proving their bravery at instigating their own punishment by the governess to show both their fellows and the young women that the male of the species could take whatever a governess handed out and then some. These governesses designed a clever punishment that attacked this masculine pride by requiring the young man being disciplined to put on feminine clothing, from ruffled panties to corsets to blouses and crinolines and skirts, along with stockings and tight feminine footwear.

A male so attired in frilly feminine attire would lose his inspiring appeal for both his fellows and the women when he was so humiliated. Some of the governesses also managed to develop more modern versions of the medieval chastity belts, but this time for men. This brand of discipline became known as petticoat punishment. It came with many added humiliations. The governess might accompany the misbehaving young man, now in petticoats, to the toilet, where he would be required to do his business seated on the toilet as would a lady.

Both sexes were monitored in the bathroom by the governess, both to humiliate them and to forestall any effort at masturbation. Governesses would examine the contents of the bowl before flushing and then check to see that their charges had wiped themselves properly. All were made to spread their bottom cheeks for inspection for residue of their toilet use. Stains on panties or undershorts were grounds for spanking or caning.

Another governess-imposed punishment was early bedtime. Those 18 and older expected to stay up later as they grew, so it would be quite humbling for a 19-year-old to be ordered to bed at the early hour of 5 or 6 P.M., when everyone else was permitted to stay up quite a bit later while the one being disciplined was made to don pajamas as early as 4:00 P.M. In extreme cases of misbehavior, governesses might return require the wearing of diapers and the humiliation of being changed on a table.

The modern governess charged with overseeing those 20-somethings who had returned home to save money or because they could not afford to live on their own may draw on these time-honored practices as well as newer ones.

Governesses find, for example, that use of a small notebook to record disciplinary events or offenses that earn demerits for their charges will assist in determining how much punishment is needed during weekly disciplinary sessions. Although it sometimes was customary for their charges each to have their own notebook, this approach has the drawback that the child may destroy the book, even if so doing incurs severe discipline. That may occur because naughty ones rarely stop to consider what may happen if they misbehave.

Using the notebook also permits the governess to lecture the naughty one by remarking, “I’m putting a naughty mark down for you in mardin escort my book because of what you just did (or said).”

Another humiliating practice is for the governess to require the young adult being supervised to dress in a punishment outfit for scheduled disciplinary sessions. For girls in their 20s, this should include a very short skirt, preferably plaid and pleated, that is short enough so that panties are displayed. Panties may be the little girl variety, perhaps embossed with bunnies or ducks or Hello Kitty. The outfit should also feature a vest rather than a bra, and short socks and Maryjane shoes. The punishment outfit for young men should be quite similar and girlish. High pink socks as well as bright-colored panties and a short skirt are also appropriate.

Today’s governess often chooses to supervise bathroom use. First, supervision of her charges there will eliminate the likelihood that the young man or woman will use the opportunity to be alone to engage in unauthorized masturbation. Second, charges who have shown themselves incapable of maintaining cleanliness may be subjected to the governess’s wiping their vulval and anal regions after urination or defecation.

Third, governesses have long been partial to the enema, both because it is associated with cleaning a traditionally dirty part of the anatomy and insertion of the nozzle into the anus is a direct penetration of the most private opening. Then the recipients are humiliated by being made to retain the solution for fear of horrible embarrassment should it leak or should they expel the enema before being allowed to sit on the toilet to void its contents.

In addition to presiding over bathroom rituals, governesses can humiliate their charges by making them do their business in front of the rest of the siblings or family by using a wooden potty in the living room or family room. Imagine the shame when a 20-year-old is forced to lower her panties and pee noisily while she is squatting on the potty seat. The governess might then compound the humiliation by wiping her private parts for her.

Governesses themselves have been known for ages to have succumbed to having their charges service their own sexual needs. Those trained by severe young women crawled under the governess’s skirts and lick her vulva or even her anus after she has used the toilet. Some governesses have wrecked their careers by being unable to resist having well-endowed young men in their charge plunge their strong cocks into their wet vaginal sheaths. The governesses have also fondled the still-virgin slits of their 18-year-oldfemale wards.

Some parents—especially single fathers—may have the governess care for their progeny and express the father’s desire to see them disciplined by a demanding young woman. Some of these single fathers may also summon the governess to the bedroom late in the evening where they satisfy both their own unmet sexual needs since a wife’s death or departure as well as the surging hormones of the young woman caring for the children.

This desire to participate in the sexually-oriented activity of younger people has led some of these fathers to hire a young governess in her early 20s and place her in charge of offspring over 18 who are generally regarded as far too old to require such supervision. Some derive special pleasure from seeing an arrogant older teenaged girl, one who is 18 or 19, made to comply with the severe discipline imposed by a 22-year-old who is all too willing to bring the daughter to heel with a bare-bottom spanking in front of the family.

Wendy Alston was one such daughter, forced to live at home at age 23 because she was earning too little to afford her own place. Her father both desired her incestually but was afraid to act on his urges. But he got his satisfaction from hiring Claudia Melville, a sophisticated red-haired girl only a few months older than Wendy but very self-assured and assertive in a charming way. He placed her in charge of his other children, Amy, 18, and Ken, 19.

Wendy felt herself ineluctably pulled under Claudia’s dominant personality when the governess, permitted to discipline the oldest daughter, seized on a nasty remark of Wendy’s.

“That wasn’t very nice of you to say, Wendy, was it?” Claudia said in a mildly questioning tone, seemingly merely expressing warm concern for the other siblings.

Before Wendy realized what was happening, Claudia ordered the girl to lift her skirt and lower her panties, exposing her hairy split to her younger brother and sister. Then she was made to lie across Claudia’s lap while Claudia spanked her.

Soon Wendy was being disciplined regularly when she came home at night. Claudia also spanked her in front of her father and humiliated Wendy totally by making her have a bowel movement while seated on a wooden potty in the living room. Soon the two other siblings were asking Wendy with sneers whether she needed to “go potty.”

Claudia would be given van escort time off, usually on Sunday, and was free to pursue her own studies during the week as Jim Alston could afford a housekeeper. But the assertive governess was soon given authority even over the docile housekeeper, Ann Wilson, despite Ann’s being 31 and still single. Since she needed the work, she agreed reluctantly when Jim informed her that Claudia would be given the power to discipline her as she saw fit, including spanking, if Claudia found Ann’s behavior unsatisfactory.

Claudia derived even more pleasure from requiring the demure housekeeper to lower her working pants to disclose her granny panties which Claudia then pulled down herself to expose Ann’s commodious bottom. Ann also was showing Claudia her hair-covered mons that hid her tight little vulva. Although Ann had a boyfriend, she now found that Claudia was able to make the housekeeper grovel before the governess to obtain permission to see him when she finished for the day.

Claudia might choose to inspect Ann or Wendy or the two others in a most intrusive fashion whenever she felt the examination appropriate. So Ann learned that if she wanted to have sex that night with her boyfriend, she would have to ask Claudia’s permission and then report to the governess the next day on the details of her lovemaking.

Claudia even outlined to Wendy, Ann, and the other two how she would examine them. She first required them to lower their jeans or trousers or lift the skirt, and then to lower panties, or in Ken’s case, his undershorts. If Claudia’s close scrutiny disclosed stains or anything she found of interest in the crotch, she would then have the offender hold her labia apart for what Claudia lightly called a “pussy check” or bottom cheeks to be spread for a “tushee look”; these in turn could be followed by a finger being inserted in the appropriate orifice. Ken too was subjected to the anal inspection if his shorts had skidmarks and Claudia warned him that she would make him sit down to pee if his shorts showed urine stains.

Ann also needed the work badly so she worked in fear of Claudia’s displeasure, knowing that Claudia was capable of imposing horridly humiliating punishments. When Wendy made a nasty remark to the governess, Ann watched in amazement as Claudia made Wendy take off her skirt and panties, only to be diapered by Claudia, who told the stupefied Wendy that she would be changed when and if Claudia found it convenient.

One day when Ann did not respond quickly enough to one of Claudia’s often-snappy orders, the governess made her pull down her granny panties while Claudia very ceremoniously donned a rubber glove and inserted a finger in Ann’s hitherto unpenetrated anal opening. She withdrew it, put the smelly finger under Ann’s nose, and told her she would give her an enema the next time she “acted up.”

When Wendy or either Amy or Ken had friends over, Claudia would make them introduce her to them as their governess. Some of the visitors, the girls especially, would ask if the governess spanked them, since that was what the name meant to them from reading stories, and Claudia would smile and say that her charges were rarely naughty. This indirect answer, however, made it clear that she had full authority to discipline.

It was not long before Jim surmounted the barrier and invited Claudia to join him one night late in his bedroom. He was discreet for Claudia’s sake, although he did not really care if his children knew he was sleeping with the governess. Claudia admired Jim’s manly frame, tousled sandy-blond hair, and toned body, as well as lusting after the very pleasant prospect of having his thick, long cock held tight in her vagina.

Once after they fucked, Jim grinned at Claudia, nearly 20 years his junior, and told her he might let her spank him for being “so naughty with the nanny.” Claudia smiled in response and told him that “Nanny Claudia would take little Jim over her lap for a good bottom-smacking and then she would check out his naughty bottom hole.”

The bedroom was far from the rest of the sleeping quarters so no one could hear her palm slap his pale bottom until it reddened. Then Claudia inserted her finger into Jim’s hairy anus and told him, again using her governess tones, “I think this little boy has some doody in there waiting to come out.” She took him into his private master bath and watched as he excreted in front of her.

His cock poked out proudly in front and after he cleaned himself thoroughly, the two were back in bed, with Jim’s renewed erection plunging into Claudia’s hot tight cunt. Jim found himself turned out by his assertive employee’s willingness to use her dominant nature to excite him. He would not tell her how much he was turned on when he noticed that Claudia’s disciplining of either Wendy or Ann featured their being forced to dispense with wearing a bra, which both well-endowed women clearly felt very exposed without.

Claudia ankara escort had done her homework and in a guide written for traditional governesses, found this punishment recommended as a follow-on to a spanking. When the young woman asked if she could put her bra back on, the governess would smile and comment that bras were for big girls, not ones who got spanked. This remark would cause the one being punished to cringe in shame and then start to fear that she might not get her bra back on before having to go out.

Jim did not yet know that Claudia had instituted a less revealing but even more intrusive added punishment by making Wendy or Ann use pads instead of tampons when they had their periods. All of the women were required to tell Claudia when they were menstruating and she kept a chart of that and also at times made one or more of her charges report to her when they needed to use the bathroom for any reason or had used it at work or school. Those visits were also charted, and Claudia might make the one subjected to this imposition report on what they did during the toilet trip.

Amy still used pads but Claudia told her that if she was punished during her period, she might be limited to wearing a thin pantiliner in her undies. Ann had incurred Claudia’s displeasure by being a bit snippy to her during a conversation; as the housekeeper happened to be on her period; Claudia had her pull down her panties and remove her tampon.

Ann was a solidly-built woman who usually had a heavy flow each month. She did not feel at all comfortable when Claudia had her put a light-day pad in her granny panties; for the whole day, even if she changed it, she worried that someone would see a stain if the pad failed to catch all of her menses. Ann came from a working-class background where she and her siblings were spanked often by both parents but this kind of punishment at her age that involved her period still shocked her very traditional outlook.

Claudia knew enough not to permit herself any sexual contacts with her charges. She knew that the disciplinary regimen had aroused Ken’s hormones and that being athletic and well-liked, he had complained to his dad that it was unfair for him to be the only one of his friends to be subjected to the humiliation of having a governess rule his daily behavior. Jim told him that he relied on Claudia to keep the household well-ordered since he had to be absent so often because of the demands of his work responsibilities.

He knew Ken could not understand this and had some concern that Ken would also, despite his resentments, develop a sexual longing for the dominant Claudia. He told Ken that he would have to stay away from Claudia’s room and things and took a few other preventive steps. These included warning Claudia that she needed to avoid unnecessarily stimulating Ken sexually and that any untoward contact with him that was different from her supervision of the others would cause her to be dismissed.

Ken’s athletic prowess was accelerated by his full development and Claudia noticed his well-developed genitals, when she made him pull down his pants for an inspection or spanking. She enjoyed her intimacy with Jim enough, along with the way her job played into her dominant personality, to make sure she never crossed the line with Ken. It was rough, she thought, since the young man was so tempting to her libido, but the young governess knew she had to keep control of herself, too.

Despite her familiarity with everything having to do with how traditional governesses operated, Claudia eschewed using petticoat punishment on the handsome 19-year-old. She decided that making him don panties would be reserved for a truly major time when he disobeyed her in a very major way.

After all, Jim appeared quite entranced with her despite his well-grounded nature and his focus on the substantial demands his managing a major enterprise. He missed his wife, who before her untimely death had also been a formidable woman every bit as assured as her accomplished husband. Claudia had observed the pictures of the late Gloria Penrose Alston around the home, and decided that the late Mrs. Alston was a worthy model for a young aspirant to become the second Mrs. A.

She also kept up her education, having earned her college degree from an outstanding university. She was now enrolled in a demanding doctorate program which she was able to attend to during the days when she had the house to herself or could go to the campus to confer with her advisers and classmates, as well as carry out her research.

She was remarkably competent all around, and this lent a naturally commanding air to her presence in the home as the person in charge. Gradually, many of the resentments diminished as she found that her charges were far more likely to follow her direction and avoid getting into situations that incurred her displeasure.

Wendy even began to seek her advice about her boyfriend’s reliability, and Claudia was well equipped to advise Amy and Ken about their own academic prospects and paths. Ann warmed to the magnetic Claudia as well, amazing herself when she realized that the governess had gradually assumed a maternal role the housekeeper clearly craved. Claudia counseled Ann on how to deal with Ann’s husband’s boorish side, when he would drink too much.

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Book Report

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” he said as his thumb fanned the pages of the paperback in his hand, “but I just had to talk to you about this book you gave me.”

Leila looked up from the spreadsheet she was reviewing, “Book?” It was her supervisor.

He held it upright before her. “Ahhh, yes,” she said. “What about it?”

“Well, I thought it was a little provocative, as . . . a suggestion.”

“No, I don’t know.” Leila crossed her legs and folded her arms across her chest. Yes, it was her idea to give him the book, to plant a seed of desire. But, now that the fantasy she sought might be made real, her body language was revealing her apprehension. She was either about to be chastised or fulfilled. “I thought it was a fun read and we could have a laugh about it.”

“I ready it cover to cover and I didn’t think it was very funny Leila.”

She had already had one required meeting with HR this quarter and hoped this conversation wasn’t leading to another one.

Leila stood up and moved to the front of the desk, facing him, resting her ass against the edge of the desk. She steadied herself with her palms on the desk, her legs still crossed at her ankles. “Well, if it wasn’t funny, hopefully you found something you liked about it since you ready the whole thing.”

“There was one passage that caught my attention,” mersin escort he said, ” the one where she follows all of her bosses instructions to the letter. You know that’s something you have had trouble with here.”

“I know, I know,” she said, “details are not my strong suit, but can you be more specific.”

“Does this ring a bell? ‘Stand up and put on this blindfold’,” he read from the book. The page had been dog eared by him already. “Do you remember that part of the story?”

She knew what to do now. Without hesitating Leila removed her scarf, folded it and tied it snuggly over her eyes. The blindfold was almost freeing.

“Stand up straight now for me.” He silently admired her beauty for a brief minute and then ordered her to lift up her skirt. Leila promptly lifted up the hem revealing her pink lace panties and the tops of her white thigh high stockings. She evoked a delicious piece of candy ready to be slowly savored.

“You’re going to be my slave now Leila and do everything I say. That includes calling me Sir.”

“Yes Sir,” she voiced into the air.

The outline of her pussy was visible as the fabric pressed into it. “Put your hand between your legs and rub your pussy for me Leila.” Leila obeyed, her hips undulating ever so slightly as she massaged her kocaeli escort pussy through the pink lace, balancing on her heels. There was no reluctance and her finger rolled over the lace pressing it firmly against her clit and pussy lips.

“Unbutton your top please.”

“Yes Sir.” Leila continued to rub between her legs while her other hand opened her top revealing her matching pink balconette. He reached out and held Leila’s hair with one hand while his other pulled each cup down letting her breasts spill out. Her nipples hardened from the cool air in the office. Letting go of her hair, he slid the blouse off of her, and pushed her skirt to the floor.

Still blindfolded, Leila couldn’t see, but knew she was almost fully exposed. As she stepped out the puddled skirt on the floor he told her, “panties off too.”

“Yes Sir.” And, like a good submissive, she slid her panties down and off.

“That’s a good girl Leila. I didn’t even have to tell you to keep rubbing that pussy of yours.” He could see Leila’s fingers now becoming wet with her juices, and the next instruction was obvious. “Suck on your fingers.” Leila put two fingers in her mouth. “Suck on them like you will suck my cock.” Leila worked her lips and tongue over her fingers, alternately licking them and taking them deep samsun escort into her mouth.

She was unaware that he had moved behind her until she felt his hand caress her breast and then squeeze each hard nipple until she winced. She knew not to take her fingers out of her mouth . . . and not to do anything other than what she was told.

“Good girl,” he said. “Show me how wet you are. Use your fingers.”

“Yes Sir. Shall I finger myself for you Sir?”

“Yes, spread your pussy and finger yourself.” And Leila did, holding herself open and inserting her middle finger deep inside her wet hole.”

“Am I ready to be fucked now Sir? Will you use me for your pleasure now?” She moved her head from side to side as if trying to locate him in the room, but it was clear she couldn’t see anything through the scarf.

He sat her back on the desk and wedged himself between her legs. His cock was out, hard and ready for her. He removed the scarf from her eyes and quickly used it to secure her wrists. The shaft of his cock rubbed up and down over her wet pussy. With her hands secured, he pushed his cock into her wet hole. It was heavenly inside her. Hot, wet and tight. He could feel himself becoming even harder and he began to thrust fast and hard.

Leila lied back on the desk so that he could enter her deeply, over and over. He fucked her hard until he felt her body tense and her back arch, as she came, he grabbed her legs and pulled her tight against his cock. The wave of orgasm rolling over her made him explode inside her, pumping his cum over and over into her until they were both sopped with each other’s cum.

“Great book, huh?” she said.

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The Interview

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This is the story of how I got my first “real” job. I had worked in retail while studying but now I needed to get something 9-5. I had applied for loads of things but hadn’t had much luck.

Then I signed up with a recruitment agency. The guy I met was a typical recruiter; late 20s, shiny suit, not bad looking but a bit cocky. As I filled out my paperwork I became very aware of him checking me out. As he had told me on the phone that this wasn’t an interview I hadn’t dressed up especially; a long figure hugging black Lycra skirt, sandals and a tank top.

After the paperwork was done he led me to a back office to discuss what I was looking for.

“How about secretarial work? I know a guy who is looking as we speak and I think you’d be ideal?”

“I’m up for anything”.

“Good girl”

He winked at me.

“Make sure you dress nicely for him. Lots of pretty girls are tempted to dress ‘seriously’ for interviews. Don’t be one of them. I’ll give you a call after to see how you got on.”

The following day I was up early, planning my outfit. In the end I decided to go for a dark green dress. It ended above the knee but wasn’t so short as to cause issues. The neck line was cut low enough that when combined with a really good push up bra gave a good hint of cleavage. As it was chilly out I considered tights but I’ve always hated how they feel around my stomach, so in the end I went for hold up stockings. It’s not like anyone would see them I reasoned. To finish everything off I plumped for a pair of killer 6″ heels. I wanted to make sure I took the recruitment guys advice.

I arrived 20 minutes early for my appointment, which was scheduled for midday. After having the receptionist rudely ignore me a tall, dark handsome Irishman came out to get me. He was in his early to mid 30s and wore what was clear even to my untrained eye was an astonishingly expensive suit. As soon as he called my name I genuinely swooned. He introduced himself as G.

I followed him through the open plan office. There were 8 or 9 guys working back there. We finally arrived in what I assumed was his office (although I later learned it was his fathers). He sat behind the ginormous desk, crossed his legs, looked me over from head to toe and then invited me to sit.

“So J from the recruitment agency sent you?”

“Eh…no it was P who sent me.”

His eyes widened and he sat up in his chair.

“Oh P sent you? That, is, interesting.”

After that the interview took a fairly normal course; what I did in school, where I wanted to be in 5 years, how I would cope being the only woman in an all male office, etc.

As things were starting to wrap up he turned to me and said;

“I like you sweetheart. You haven’t got any experience but I’m sure you can taught what’s necessary. Thing is we are a very close team and it’s impossible to tell from a situation like this if you have a personality to fit in or not. Let me take you for lunch and maybe we’ll see”.

He took me to a small hotel nearby. As we settled in at the table the hotel’s owner came over. He was obviously a friend of G’s. mardin escort

“We’ve finished refurbing the top floor,” the hotel owner said to G.

“I’ll have to go check it out before I leave.”

We ordered lunch and G got a bottle of wine to go with it. We chit chatted for a while. Discovered we knew some people in common. As the bottle of wine went down I started to flirt with him. He didn’t seem to be all that interested.

As we were preparing to finish up, G left me and went over to reception. He spoke to the the guy on the desk and then he came back with a room key.

“They’ve just spent £2m doing up these rooms, want a little sneak peak?”

As we rode the lift up there was an awkward silence. I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I knew what I hoped might happen. At the same time I wanted him to think of me as a professional and as someone who would fit in with the team.

When the lift arrived at the 6th floor G strode out and then down the corridor. He knew exactly where he was going. I quickly followed after him, my heels making an audible click on the tiles.

G arrived at room 606. I thought to myself “that’s close to an ominous sign”. I took a furtive look around before I followed him through the door. As soon as I did G close it behind me.

With the blink of an eye he was right up in my personal space. His presence pushing me back up against the door.

“Do you really want this job darling?”

I nodded.

“Are you willing to do as you are told?”

I bit my lower lip in thought, then nodded again. I had a feeling where this was about to go next.

“On your knees then”.

I looked him in the eyes, trying to judge how serious he was. He stared back at me unblinkingly. I knew what my options were.

There was only ever one realistic choice. I sunk into position and looked up at him.

“Open wide”.

I opened my mouth and stuck my tounge out just a little. He unbuckled his belt as I watched his every move. Although I was incredibly nervous, the knowledge of the situation I had gotten myself into was getting me extremely turned on. I couldn’t wait to see what he had to unleash upon me.

G undid his trousers and then dropped them and his boxers to the floor. His circumcised 7″ cock sprung right to attention. I had never seen a cut cock in real life before. I was transfixed by how the lack of foreskin made it look so different. The helmet looked so big and bulbous. G’s cock was rock hard with veins all over the shaft. It was slightly curved towards me.

“Stop staring at it and put it in your fucking mouth.”

He grunted at me as he put his hands on top of my head and guided my open salivating mouth onto his dick. I reached up to wrap my hand around the shaft. G pushed my hand off.

“Uh uh uh. Keep your hands in your lap.”

He slid his cock slowly into my mouth.

“And look up at me. I want to see those pretty blues eyes.”

Every time I had sucked cock before this had been on my terms. I had done it out of obligation and got it over with as van escort quickly as possible so that I could move on to the main course.

I knew this time was going to be different and I was eager for it. G stared into my eyes as he slowly pushed my head further onto his throbbing cock. Millimetre by millimetre I felt him fill up my mouth. Then I started to feel it approaching my throat. He obviously felt it too.

“Keep looking up at me girl…Just focus on breathing through your nose…That’s it, you’re doing well.”

I did as he suggested, focused on breathing through my nose. About three quarters of his dick was now inside me. I had never been even close to this deep before. I was really keen to impress him. I was hopeful that if he kept slowly easing it into me I might actually take it all.

Then all of a sudden my gag reflex kicked in. In my eagerness to swallow his whole cock I must have stopped focusing on my breathing. My eyes teared up, I felt like I was choking and I immediately tried to pull my head back.

I felt his hands on the back of my head pushing against me. I fought for breath as he pushed his dick back into me. I fought the urge to bring up my hands and pull away. He smiled down at me.

“Good girl, take my cock like a good slut”.

I smiled up at him, I realised I was enjoying this. I allowed him to push his cock deep into my mouth.

After 10-15 seconds he started to pull back out. As the head reached my lips I took a deep breath and quickly pushed myself onto it, taking as much as I could. I heard him gasp as I did it, then his hands grabbed my head by the hair and I felt him tense and hold me in place. I was more prepared for it this time and as I started to gag I kept myself calm. As the gagging increased I started to struggle against him again. He held me down.

Then as I started to push my hands against his thighs to get his cock out of my throat so I could breathe his ripped my head off his dick. As I gulped down some oxygen I became aware of the thick string of saliva running from my open mouth to the base of his slick shaft.

“Enjoying yourself?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

“Then get back to work or you won’t get the job”.

I immediately stuffed as much as I could of him into my mouth. He pushed my head the last inch or so down. As I started to gag once more I felt him move his hands from the back to the side of my head.

He started to pull his rock hard cock out of my throat but before it left my mouth completely I felt his hands clamp my head in place. Then he proceeded to fuck my mouth. His dick penetrating my lips over and over. In and out, as I focused on making my mouth as tight as I could sucking deeply on him.

After a few minutes of him using my face like a pussy, he pulled out.

“Stand up!”

I did as I was told.

“Go put your hands on the desk and bend over”.

I walked over to the desk, doing my best to be seductive as I did so, knowing he would be watching my every move.

I took up the position and looked back to him. He grinned ankara escort as he followed me.

“Lift up your skirt and let me see you”.

I reached back with my right hand, pulling my dress up around my hips, exposing my stockings, suspenders and little boy shorts.

“Look at you, you dirty little whore. Were you planning to get fucked today?”

I shook my head.

“I just hate tights and stockings work so much better for me.”

“Me too”, he grinned.

He reached underneath me and started to rub my already wet pussy.

“Mmmmm, your itching for this aren’t you?”

“Please fuck me. I need it”.

I felt him pull my panties to one side and one of his fingers slide into me. I pushed my hips back towards him, enveloping all of it. He slowly started to work his finger in and out of me. I started to ride back and forth on it, moaning gently.

He eventually pulled out and I felt his cock in the small of my back. I felt him wrap my hair up in his left hand as he guided his cock into me with his right.

“Spread your legs wider.”

I felt his feet kick at mine. I opened my legs wider, then I felt him put his feet in between mine making sure I couldn’t close my legs easily.

His cock was now rubbing up and down my pussy lips.

“MMMMMM please put it in me.”

“Look at me in the mirror. Now tell me exactly what you want.”

“I want your cock deep inside me.”

He grabbed hold of my hips with his hands and pushed himself all the way into my soaking wet pussy.

“OOOoooooh god yes.”

I groaned as I finally felt complete for the first time in days.

He started out slow and gentle but still insistently filling me up. His solid man meat squeezing right up into the pit of my stomach (or so it felt). I bucked my hips back towards him to take every last millimetre.

He reached up and grabbed my hair in his hands, pulling my head, while his other hand pushed down on the small of my back forcing me to arch my back. He started to speed up his thrusts into me.

I knew he was close, I just hoped that he wouldn’t spunk in my pussy and that I would get off before he finished with me.

“Look at me you little whore. Tell me where I’m going to cum”

“In my mouth?”

He grinned.

“Your going to cum all over my dick first though aren’t you?”

I nodded and bite my lip. He thrust even deeper and harder into me, staring into my eyes as he fucked me bent over this desk in a hotel room. As I thought of what the future held if I got the job like this my orgasm came. I felt my pussy clamp down on him.

He couldn’t take much more. I felt him tense up.

“On your knees, quick.”

I scrambled into position just in time as he exploded. Luckily I had my mouth wide open and he had good aim. Almost every drop hit the back of my throat. Warm, hot, salty and delicious. I gulped it down as quickly as I could.

He laughed.

“Greedy girl aren’t you? Clean yourself up, I want to finish lunch.”

He started to fix his trousers.

I rushed to make sure all the spunk was off my face and adjust my panties. He had already started to make for the door.

Within a few minutes we were back at the table. G signalled the waiter and asked for the desert menu. As the waiter handed me the menu he stammered

“Sorry Miss… I think you…eh…have some…Mayonaise on your dress.”