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The Life and Fantasies of a Sissy!

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The following story is partly true and partly fiction. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. I hope you enjoy the story as much as i did living parts of it and wishing i had lived the rest of what is here.

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A number of years ago i saw an ad from Mistress Kay and was fascinated by what i saw and read. After thinking about it for a while i sent Her an introductory email and waited for a reply. The reply came the next day and after exchanging a number of emails and a few phone calls a first visit to Mistress Kay’s dungeon was arranged. Following Her instructions i arrived wearing lingerie under my regular clothes. After exchanging greetings She instructed me to remove my male clothes and follow Her into the dungeon. After nearly two hours of sensuous torture i found myself tied on my back with my feet higher than my head. Mistress Kay was inserting larger and larger sounds in clit my while She stroked my hardening clit. Finally without warning I erupted in orgasm shooting the current sound over my head to both our surprise!

The next visit a few months later having followed Mistress Kay’s instructions i painted my toe nails and finger nails a bright red. i was wearing white stockings with pink garter belt, panties and bra under khaki slacks and a light colored dress shirt with open toed low pumps. Mistress took me into Her dungeon where a remote controlled vibrator was inserted in my ass and bright red lipstick is applied to my lips. Mistress then instructed me to get my pants back on so we could go out for dinner, embarrassment and excitement started to set-in. We went to a small restaurant where we sat side by side at a table. The rules were to keep my hands visible on the table, speak to the waitress, but let Mistress order. Whenever the waitress was around the plug in my ass would start to vibrate. After a nice stimulating dinner we returned to Mistress’s dungeon for a great session of sensuous teasing and painful suffering.

The next time i saw Mistress Kay she instructed me to buy as feminine shorts and top pajama set of stretchy soft material. i was to wear this with stockings, high heels and bright red lipstick to Mistress’ new dungeon. When i arrived at the dungeon there was a work crew working next door and i had to walk by them on my way in, to some whistles and cat calls. When I got to the door Mistress let me in. After exchanging greetings Mistress tied me to a spanking bench and put a mask on my face. She then started to probe my anus and play with my clit. Then there was a knock at the door which Mistress answered. i could not see the sex izle door so I did not know what was going on. Shortly Mistress Kay covered my eyes with her hands. When she removed them i was looking at three hard cocks. Mistress said, “Open your mouth slut and service these real men!” And the first of the cock slide into my mouth. Sometime later with a sore mouth and a face covered with cum, the three cocks left. Mistress then tied me on my back covered in cum as i was and proceed to torture my clit with needles and sounds. After amusing Herself with my sore little clit Mistress decided to wash off my face with Her sweet delicious pee. While enjoying this treat my little clit squirted which i was forced to eat and wash down with some more golden nectar. And another rewarding session with Mistress Kay ended.

Sometime after this session Mistress Kay contacted me and asked if i could be available for a surprise and fun on one of three different dates. She said that She had a surprise for me and that i would have an interesting time. A few days before the agreed upon date Mistress sent an email with some final instructions. i arrived at the designated time bring the requested items with me. Mistress Kay took me to the bathroom off the dungeon and said to call Her when i was ready. i quickly stripped off my male clothes and started douching my sissy pussy. After four douches it was clean and I took a quick shower. After drying off i put on a bra to hold my tits and followed this with hose, garter belt and heels, before topping it off with my maids outfit. Following this i applied red lipstick and let my Mistress know i was ready.

A few minutes later a beautiful brunette in a revealing nurse outfit came into the bathroom and introduced herself as Lady Nancy. She took me out into the dungeon and said that Mistress Kay had asked her to prepare me for what was ahead. She stated that they wanted to control all of my orifices and activities. She bent me over the spanking bench and lubed up my sissy pussy before inserting an anal plug. Lady Nancy then had me sit on the bench driving the plug further into me as she put ankle cuffs on me, joined by a short hobble chain. Lady Nancy then laid me back on the bench and inserted a Foley catheter and clamped the end off so that i could not urinate. Then a ball stretched was attached that had a strap with a ring going below and between my balls. Lady Nancy then sat me up and had wrist cuffs, a collar and an O-ring gag, forcing my mouth open. She threaded a chain through a ring in the collar and attached each end to the sikiş izle wrist cuffs; i had use of my hands but could not touch or protect my clit. Lady Nancy clipped a leash to the collar and led me into Mistress Kay’s living room. She then attached a short chain between the ring on the ball stretcher and the center of the hobble chain, now every step I would take would pull on my balls. Mistress Kay came in to inspect Lady Nancy’s handy work. This was met with approval and Mistress Kay showed me where the wine and snacks for lunch were. i was then taken to the center of the living room facing the sofa and chairs where Mistress Kay put a blind fold over my eyes and told me to stand there.

I could hear movement in the room but couldn’t see anything. If seemed like people were walking around me, but i couldn’t be sure. Then i felt hands touching me all over, face, ass, clit, etc. Then whoever it was started spitting in my open mouth. After sometime this stopped and the room grew quite. i was told to remove my mask and there seated before me were several of the most beautiful dominate women i had ever seen. There was also another beautiful women setting at the feet of one of the women. Mistress Kay told me to serve the drinks and snacks to the group which I started to do. As i did he plug in my pussy started to vibrate and then it shocked me. Mistress Kay said “Hurry up and get your chores done or you will much worse.” So I started serving the refreshments. i served the group snacks and drinks for the next twenty minutes or so. All the time they were touching me, talking about me, while the plug in my in my pussy was alternating between pleasure and sharp jabs of pain. Mistress Kay asked me if i was thirsty to which i replied “Yes.” She instructed me to get a wine glass from the kitchen. When i returned and handed it to her she spit in it and then passed the glass to all the other dominates to do the same. When the glass arrived back to Mistress Kay she unplugged my catheter and filled the glass with my own piss. She then handed it to me to drink while the group laughed and humiliated me.

One of the Mistresses, whom i later learned was Mistress Snow, asked if she could use me for a minute. Permission was granted and she took me into the bathroom. She had me stand in a corner facing away from the toilet while she sat to pee. When She finished i was instructed to turn around and clean her pussy after which i thanked Her for being allowed this privilege. We then returned to the living where i was instructed to stand in the middle of the floor facing the türk porno group.

The lady who had been sitting on the floor stood and walked over and stood beside me. She was introduced as Mistress Dawn’s slave Sandy. The group was told that Sandy would remove the chains from my wrists, ankles and ball. She would also remove the catheter and O-ring gag. Once this was done Sandy and i were to start dancing and making out. Sandy was to try to keep from coming and i was to try to make her come in 15 minutes. Music was turned on and shortly we were dancing and kissing. Tongues were out; necks were pleasured as hands roamed each body. Sandy’s dress was the next thing to go, exposing her small breasts and very sexy body. i licked her breasts and armpits and teased her nipples as I sank to my knees. i reached up and started to pull down Sandy’s panties and what should pop out in front of my face except eight inches of semi-hard clit, Sandy was a transsexual and sexy. As time was running out i started kissing, licking and sucking Sandy’s sex big clit. After lubricating my finger i gently inserted it into Sandy’s pussy ass and started to massage her prostate. Just as Sandy started to respond and fuck my face the shocks started coming in my pussy ass distracting me from the task at hand, or should i say in mouth. Needless to say Sandy did not cum and won the challenge. i never did find out what she won, but in the long run i think i won as well.

Mistress K and Lady Nancy went to the dungeon to prepare for my punishment. After resting for a few minutes i was lead up to the dungeon where i was instructed to take everything off except my garter belt and hose. Mistress Kay’s torture table had been moved to the center of the room, with steps placed at one end. The table was covered in plastic, incontinence pads and a sheet. Mistress Kay instructed me to lie on the table with my head towards the steps. My arms and legs were bound to the four corners of the table as all of the guests arrived around the table. Everyone started to tease and torture me; nipples clamped and pierced, brought to the edge numerous times without relief, hands, hands vibrators, tens units, sounds and clamps on my clit and balls. While all of this was going on different members of the group were sitting on my face to receive oral pleasure, anal kissing or giving me golden nectar to drink. So much was going on that i could not keep up with everything that was being done with and to me. After sometime Mistress Kay announced that it was time for me to receive some relief. She climbed up and settled her beautiful pussy over my mouth and starts to stroke my cock. As i exploded into an orgasm Mistress Kay released her piss into my mouth and continued to stork the post come super sensitive clit until I was withering in pain and pleasure.

i can’t wait to see what my next visit will bring…

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We left home at 7:30 p.m., as the temperature finally dipped below 80, a pleasant drive in the car I thought, just an hour or so. Smiling now, realizing that I should have known better, known what summer evenings do to my lover.

My Heaven, I always call her that now, for heaven is where she takes me, time after time.

She is so beautiful, sensual, and downright sexy, I adore her so.

I suppose the fact that she was wearing only a thin tank top and mini skirt should have told me something, especially when I know she never wears underwear. So there we were, driving down the deserted highway, the windows down, wind streaming Heaven’s hair out, the cool breeze such a delight after the muggy heat of the day. I could feel her eyes looking at me, and glanced at her too. I smiled, noticing what she was doing, her hands were on her wonderful breasts, stroking her nipples, rubbing her fingers back and forth over them, staring at me, with that look in her eye, as she licked her luscious red lips. Her nipples were already granite hard from the cool breeze, and I thought to myself, “here we go, she is going to ask me to stop somewhere so we can fuck in the open air,” But was I complaining, hell NO.

Open-air sex is delicious, we both love the feeling of cool air on hot naked skin as we make love. Knowing we were still half an hour away from the woods that we love so much, I just smiled at her, and licked my lips also, then I tried to keep my eyes on the road ahead. I heard the passenger seat sliding back, and from the corner of my eye, saw Heaven’s feet as she placed them on the dashboard. Now I WAS getting hot, just thinking of her sweet naked pussy, the dampness enveloping it, as the cool air swirled around it. Oh fuck I wanted her then, right there, so I put my foot down, faster now, this was too much, God I love this lady.

Hearing her moaning, I looked across. She had pulled the tank top up, and both her tits were free now, the nipples dark and swollen, my cock joining them. As I saw her pinching the right nipple, tugging it, and making those delicious pre orgasmic sounds of tecavüz porno hers, my cock now pushing against my shorts, I tried squeezing my legs together, but I was wasting my time, the pain so intense, and so pleasurable. Then Heaven reached out, gave me a gentle squeeze, and whispered hoarsely

“Soon lover, that is all mine, oh yes it is, every fucking part of it”

Trembling in sexual anticipation by now, it was taking all my will power to keep my eyes on the road. I saw her hands come up to her ankles, and run slowly down the inside of her legs, God, I had to look, as she slid the short skirt to her waist, and sighed softly. Leaning across, she whispered in my ear, “My clit Tiger, it is so hard for you, I am touching it, caressing the tip softly, wishing it was you, your tongue licking me, drawing slow circles round it, before you suck it, with that wonderful mouth of yours.” Looking across I could see her hand, moving up and down as she rubbed it, harder and harder.”

Crying out “Oh God” she slipped a finger in, fucking herself with her left hand, and she reached over, grabbed my cock, and started stroking it.

Still 5 miles from the woods; I was going as fast as I dare, but God did I want her. I tried to shut her out of my mind, but I could here her moaning, sighing as she played with herself. She was telling me, ” I am so wet Tiger, my slit is dripping, waiting for you, do you want it, want to be where my finger is, inside your baby’s hot cunt, mmmmmm, do you want to taste me Tiger?” And with that, she slid her finger onto my mouth, I swerved, nearly crashing, this was too much, I couldn’t stand much more, then she slid her hand on my cock again, leaning in to lick the head, I almost screamed.

At last we reached the turn off, I drove like a madman, reaching our clearing in record time.

Stopping the car, I turned, looked deep into her eyes, and said

“Now Heaven, it is my turn,” and stepped from the car. Opening her door, I almost dragged her out, my gaze following her magnificent tits as they swayed with her movement. üvey anne porno I was holding her right hand, and before she realized what was happening, I cuffed her to the wing mirror, pushed her down onto the hood, and quickly cuffed her right wrist too. She gasped, looking at me in amazement, then smiled, as I quickly dropped my shorts. I leaned over the hood to kiss her, my hot prick pressing against her, as two hard nipples bored into my chest.

I leaned forward; licking her arm, from her hand to her armpit, as I pinched hard on her nipple, tweaking it, then let my tongue slide to her breast.

I kissed each nipple once, laughed softly, and went to the trunk of the car, where I opened the Kool bag, and removed a bottle of Bud, and opened it. I stood in front of her, drinking the Bud, letting it cascade down my chin and chest, as I stroked my hard cock.

I could see the lust in her eyes, as she looked quizzically into mine, wondering what I had planned for her. Reaching out, I grasped her tank top, straightening it, and covering her tits, as she pouted at me, then I moved closer, holding the cold beer bottle above her, and slowly trickled the beer over her erect nipples, hearing her gasp. Leaning in, I covered her left nipple with my mouth, and started to suck it, through the thin material, tasting the beer as she squirmed, I bit down on to her nipple, and she screamed out “YESSSSSSSSSSSSS” as I pulled on it, her legs thrashing in excitement. Turning my attentions to her right tit, I bit again, as I pinched and tugged the left one, she was moaning out loud now, saying , “Please, oh god please fuck me”

Lifting my head, I smiled, moved close to her ear, nibbled on the lobe, and whispered “Soon Heaven, very soon.”

Stepping back, I placed the bottle on the ground, and unfastened her short skirt, sliding it our from under her, then smiling, I placed it over her face, completely blocking her view. Smiling softly, I took hold of her legs, parting them, and lowered my face to her wet sex, softly blowing hot air onto her lips, she üvey erkek kardeş porno squirmed, screaming almost, as my tongue stroked her lips, just teasing them.

Raising my head, I again picked up the cold beer, lifting it, holding the bottle above her mound, then resting the base on her smooth silky skin, I turned the bottle round. She cried out, “God, what the fuck is that,” grinning to myself, I lifted the bottle, and licked the wet ring on her mound, sucking softly at her, as she writhed beneath me. I was getting so hot by then, knowing I could not hold out much longer.

Taking hold of the bottle again, I used my left hand to part her pussy lips, as I leaned on to her. I licked slowly, holding the bottle above her mound, as she moaned loudly, sliding my tongue into her pussy, and in one movement, turned the bottle upside down.

The cold beer came gurgling out in a rush, splashing on her mound, running down, over and round her clit, into her pussy, and, onto my tongue, it was hard to keep in her, as she thrashed and bucked, screaming out in pleasure. I tossed the bottle away, and licked her, everywhere, thighs, sweet tight ass, her pussy, dripping so much now, and sucked on her clit. It was too much. I had to have her now, hard.

Quickly I released the handcuffs, dragged her from the hood, and round to the side of the car. I pushed her head and shoulders through the window roughly, in up to her waist, and grabbed her legs, holding them up, I was rampant, wanted her so much, my cock ready to explode. I rammed it into her cunt as she screamed, and started to fuck her hard. Calling out as I did so, “I will teach you to tease me slut, this is what a whore bitch gets for teasing me.” I fucked, hard and deep, I could not contain myself, I went at is as never before, we were like animals in heat, both crying out in passion. My legs stiffened as I started to cum, and I felt her, her greedy cunt as it gripped me, I exploded inside her, filing her, my mind a total blank as my orgasm took control of me, I could not stop, just fucking and fucking, it seemed to last forever.

I collapsed against the car, as Heaven lay open to the world, crying in delight at our passion, our love.

Slowly, we recovered, and I lifted her from the car door, kissing her softly, and cuddling her, before she whispered, “Darling, you had better get the uniforms from the trunk, we are due at the precinct soon.”

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The Lab Rat Part 5

Expanding Horizons

The driver had gladly brought the luggage in from the limo that had been booked ahead of time. Leah had offered him a big tip if he would take it to the main bedroom which he gladly did one she gave him the directions. It had been a twenty-minute drive from the island’s little airport to get to the location of Robin’s parent’s private estate.

The male driver got an eyeful as Leah and I shared very intimate and demanding kisses until we reached the edge of the small quaint quite modern village. He had to have noticed Leah’s constant attention to the sweetness of my still growing breasts. Since our landing, a new side of Leah was coming out of its outer shell.

Away from the bright lights of the city and the image she had to portray for herself Leah could now let her guard down and do a few crazy things. Just by the way she was behaving I could see it was going to be three weeks filled with unexpected twists and turns. It was if the serious side of her had just disappeared.

We had to pass through a small quaint modern village that tucked neatly behind the big hotels and gambling casinos along the coast. Our landing took place with us coming in with the gulf underneath us.

Leah Guzman had told me a little bit about the island that was off the Texas coast while we were drinking champagne. It was a remarkably interesting conversation as she explained a few things we might enjoy doing.

Originally it had been a small fishing community but now was a quaint private area that served the needs of those who had private estates and tourists who took vacation trips to the island. It was also an area in which a lot of the hotel staff lived. The side facing the huge gulf had an amazing popular beach that was aligned with hotels, casinos, restaurants, and tourist traps that catered to the growing tourist industry.

Each estate was designed for the needs of the owners and was found to be unique. You could take a day trip by car and spend a day just touring the private estates and not find one that duplicated another.

When I asked what happened to the original fishing community, she explained that they had been paid to relocate to the far north end of the island because of the marketability of the land facing the gulf. It had taken about three years to completely accomplish.

For both the hotels and restaurants the fishing community was needed because all the seafood their restaurants were bought fresh daily directly from some of the independent boat owners. Most of the fishermen had agreed to the agreement found the new docks and related equipment they had been offered in compensation, as a group had far exceeded their expectations. Those who were not in the agreement were bought out.

I thought the poor delivery driver was going to be left with a permanent hardon because as we entered the estate with him following us. He could see Leah’s hand on the backside of my body playing with my tush. It left no doubt in his mind what the older woman was going to be doing with what he considered a barely legal child.

Robin, Anna, and I realized during the start of my evolving that although we were all above the legal age, I came across to those who did not know me, as a young inexperienced woman who had just become legal in age.

The three of us had been out for a walk in the park when four guys had tried to pick us up. It was my image of being almost elfish because of my slenderness, the size of my developing breasts, and tiny bubble-tight tush that had brought us the unintentional from them. As a result, I had become very careful about where I went and who I was with.

From the back of Karla’s and George’s estate’s house, we could see the lights on the coast of the mainland. That was how close it was, and I found It interesting that there was not a bridge connecting them. That was when Leah explained to me that the mainland was forty nautical miles away. I was surprised to learn that the lights from the mainland carried that far.

I was surprised to discover as I looked at the night lights that they had a nice size boat that was fully functional tied up at their private boat dock. Leah told me that Robin and they had spent a lot of their summers here as she was growing up. The boat was all ready to go as she had it serviced when she decided that this was the place she wanted to come to.

Two years ago, a construction crew had come in and completely remodeled the house bringing the whole estate up to date to current standards. It was now considered hurricane proof. It was typical for her and her husband to fly down on long weekends when they could to make it a seven-day mini vacation.

“Jayden, shall we get changed into our bedroom wear and save most of the unpacking until tomorrow,” Leah asked as she began undoing the buttons to my blouse?

“Perhaps that would be a good idea,” I responded. “My breasts are needing to be set free. If I had my way, I would never wear a bra again, but having them free seems to draw porno indir too much-unwanted attention from both sexes especially since I have begun to understand just how desirable my frame is. So, when I am out in public, I make sure to have one on.”

“You are almost elfish. Your small, petite frame is a very desirable tight package. With your frame, you could have been a professional dancer. Outside of your breasts and tush, there is no body fat because you have not lived enough to gain it.” Leah said as she undid the front clasp of my bra.

“Believe me, there will come a day that you will appreciate a bra,” Leah said with a giggle as her hands began to explore my now exposed bare breasts. “Gravity and aging will cause them to sag. Then you will gladly wear it because it helps keep your image. Right now, they are full, bright, soft, and inviting. Thankfully if we are in the house, we don’t need any undergarments.”

Leah lowered her mouth and began caressing my breasts gently with her lips and tongue already looking forward with anticipation of what we both knew was coming. She seemed thrilled that my nipples always appeared to be stiff which added heightened natural sexuality to my look. I took the liberty of doing the same to hers.

“Your breasts seem to have a softness to them. I’m looking forward to being smothered in them for the next three weeks,” Leah said in honesty. “Jayden, you will be the first woman I have had a physical and romantic relationship with, in my life.”

“Are there towels in the master bathroom, ” I asked? Figuring after the long day it would be best to refresh myself.

“If not, there will be some in the closet right beside the shower,” Leah explained as we walked towards it. “Besides that’s where the laundry basket is. Our housekeeper firm’s staff will be in on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays to do whatever needs to be done while we are here.”

I opened my suitcase and found the new soft sheer baby pink camisole that I had picked out earlier then headed into the bathroom to undress. Thankfully at our request, the sales staff had removed all the labeling before they packed it. The master bathroom was huge. The shower itself had three shower heads coming straight down from the ceiling and two from each end. It was designed with lots of room because it had a sitting spot at one end. The soft towels had already been set out ready to be used.

Leah quickly followed me in. She watched me undress and slide out of my clothing. I could feel her eyes for they seemed to be glued to my tush as she got undressed.

“Jayden, from the moment you agreed to go through the trail,” Leah said quietly in a voice that seemed to tremble. “I have dreamed of this day wondering what it would be like to have a lesbian relationship with a shemale who understands my body as much as I do.”

Without saying a word, I turned to her and drew her softly into me before lowering my mouth to hers. For the first time in nakedness, we held each other tight. My full ripe breast pushed into the crest of her breasts. I started with a gentle exploration of her outer mouth before using the tip of my tongue to spread her lips apart.

Her mouth was burning because she was so hot. Anticipation had kept her turned on for hours. I could hear the whimpering of pleasure coming from within her as I explored her mouth while holding her tight.

Leah pulled back and said, “Shower seventy degrees and maintain. Open the back wall up. Dim lights seventy percent.”

The lights in the bathroom dimmed until all was left was a glow of soft golden light. The shower turned on at the perfect temperature as we stepped in. That is when I learned that the back of the shower was just a sheet of glass.

As the protective wall behind it pulled back, we could see the ocean and the lights from the mainland in the distance for just a moment until the light of the night moon came out from behind a cloud filling the open space. It gave a sense of romance to the moment.

Leah became the aggressor having found the temptation in front of her too hard to resist. Her warm willing body pressing into me had started to turn me on. My erection was soon sticking out in all its glory in an inviting manner. She pushed me back to the sitting location. Where I sat down.

Leah kneeled in front of me spreading my legs apart as she said, “I have wanted to do this since I saw Noi worshiping you. I have to find out for myself how good your taste is.”

Leah’s approach was different than Robin’s and Anna’s. Leah was going at it as if it were a discovery in the making. All traces of her professionalism was gone. Leah was making sure that she got to know every inch of my babymaker intimately. I think she kissed every inch of it right down to the ball sacks and back of again before using her moist tongue’s tip to draw a taste of my pre-cum into her.

Pausing Leah explained “George has an erection dysfunction problem and has to use a pump just to get a semi-erection. I can’t remember rokettube the last time I have tasted firm prime meat as fine as this. Your pre-cum, Jayden is unbelievably delicious, I can now see why Noi reacted the way he did. No wonder Noi felt like he was being rewarded. I am going to have to make sure that I get to drink until I am full, from your special fountain before our time is over. “

“Take all the time you need girlfriend,” I said. “I produce lots so have plenty to share.”

Leah was into it. Her mouth was magical as she did tricks on my babymaker as no other woman had. That is when I realized that each person who tasted the fruits that my babymaker created would treat the experience differently. The way Leah was handling my babymaker I knew that I would be filling her throat with her head and neck tilted back before the weekend was over penetrating her in a way that would be new to her.

That made me wonder if I would find it the same way with the male species of our society if I ever decided to take a male lover. Would they find my semen as temping as Noi did? Would they find my rear love channel just too tempting to resist? Did each heterosexual male cock taste and feel different to every woman?

Finally, Leah had to stop because her mouth was getting sore. She was surprised that she had not gotten me to release my fluids into her mouth. Getting off the floor she stood up with the water dropping down on both of us. Spreading her legs, she moved her well defined feminine hips in over mine until she was straddling me. With a look of pure mischievous, she lined herself over me before beginning to lower herself down.

“I hope what Robin and Anna have been telling me hasn’t been exaggerated,” Leah said in anticipation.

It was a pleasure watching Leah lowering herself down towards my moist babymaker’s head. It was a special moment to me as I witnessed her lower lips opening up to draw me. Slowly she opened her body to me while lowering herself onto my stiffness. My babymaker’s head disappeared into a sleeve of moistness, heat, and extreme tightness.

What seemed like minutes was most likely seconds for my stiff babymaker to be consumed completely by her. Leah leaned her body into mine causing the fullness of her breasts to mash into mine. Both of us could feel the other nipples pressing into each other. For Leah, it was a new wonderful experience for I could see tears of pure joy forming in her eyes.

“It’s been over ten years since I have been filled like this,” Leah whispered between moans. “Or felt the closeness of two in a lover’s dance. Jayden, thank you for this. You have made a wanting woman’s dream come true. I had almost forgotten how it felt to be filled with a vibrating piece of hard flesh like this.”

Before I could say a word in response Leah pushed her mouth to mine shoving her tongue into my mouth. She had searched my mouth completely before I started to do the same to hers. I could feel my babymaker swelling some more increasing its presence inside of her. For a few minutes, our tongue danced with each other.

“Oh god,” Leah moaned involuntarily as her body adjusted to me growing inside of her. “It feels so good. You cannot understand how it feels as your babymaker grows and expands inside of me. You are stretching me in a way I have never felt before. Somehow you are making my body feel that your babymaker has always been a part of me.”

“I feel like I have never been filled by so much that I don’t think I can take any more.” Leah expressed as she allowed her body to adjust to me. “I see why Robin and Anna feel a sense of emptiness when you finally withdraw yourself out of them because you are both wasted in exhaustion. It makes me feel that having you inside of me is completing me.”

We spent the next little while in foreplay, each discovering each other’s naked body under the moonlight. I spent quite a few minutes using my tongue and lips to play with her breasts. Leah was savoring having my hardness resting inside of her. Her gentle slow movements upon me informed me that she wanted to enjoy the feeling inside of her as long as she could.

“I now understand why Robin and Anna said they could stay like this forever,” Leah said. “Feeling your womanhood pulsating inside me without either of us moving much is sending ripples into to me that are so different, refreshing, and stimulating. It’s causing multi little organisms of pleasure to rack through my frame in a way I have never experienced before.”

“Your tightness is outstanding, even Robin and Anna were never this tight,” I responded. “It’s like I’m taking your virginity for the first time.”

Leah giggled and moaned, “You might as well be, with George it’s over before we even start foreplay. I have to finish myself off with a cold vibrator just to get relief.”

Leah moved her body around as if she were trying to find a way to get a firmer grip on my babymaker causing it to pulsate more. Her body was shimmering in the moonlight as seks filmi she continued to slowly ride me. Her eyes showed nothing but the extreme pleasure she was experiencing.

“I’ve got three weeks of having your baby maker planted inside of me, to look forward to,” Leah said with a bit of concern. “I’m going to take advantage of it. Makes me wonder if by that time if I will be addicted to having you to fill me regularly and will be nothing but your cum loving slut.”

We kissed more softly than we had all night before Leah’s hormones took over. She started riding me with all her might. I now understood that she was sexually frustrated to the extreme and was pushing towards the personal satisfaction that her emotions and body needed. I took delight as she used her Virginia muscles to tighten her hold on my baby maker.

As soon as her juices started seriously flowing, Leah’s Virginia muscles started to loosen up a bit because with each plunge down on me was taking her higher. It did not take long thanks to her rising and plunging on me before she exploded in her first major organism of the night.

Moaning, Leah said as her body shimmered in her organismic pleasure under the moonlight, “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard and fast in my life.”

With Leah’s juices running out of her and the warm water falling from above I was drenched. Leah’s body started to come down and relax in the afterglow that came from our first mutual coupling.

Her eyes got big and bright when she realized that I was still inside of her with my baby maker erect and stiff.

“Robin and Anna were not kidding when they said that you could fuck them to exhaustion when making love, whenever you wanted,” Leah said swearing for the first time. “You’re going to have to give this old lady time to recover before going at it again.”

Ignoring her I started to stand up while holding her body in place. I went to the glass side and pinned her against it as the moon went behind a cloud. I was reminded of Robin’s words when she said, “Mom has led a sheltered life. Some of the things we do sexually will be completely unknown to her. Be sure that when you take her three holes that it’s done with love and gentleness to give her the extreme pleasure you give us.”

Gently I made love to Leah as no other woman could by driving my hard babymaker into her repeatedly. Each one of my strokes seemed to penetrate her deeper than before. For my small frame, she was surprised by my upper body strength.

At times I would alternate the speed, the force, and the type. Sometimes it was hard and fast as I rammed into her with all my might. At other times it was soft and slow. At times I would twist my waist with my babymaker firm inside of her which created a different sensation inside her Virginia.

I kept bringing her time and time again to the edge of her cumming and holding her thereby refusing to give her the release her body was screaming for. I gave her the attention her body had long wanted, needed, and deserved, a slow passionate long fucking. I wanted this night to be a memory that Leah would never forget. Knowing that for the next three weeks that she would try her darndest to give to me as much pleasure as I gave her.

When Leah moaned, “I can’t take much more, I need you to allow me to cum. Jayden my love you have worn me out. I will be walking like I have been on a horse for too long in the morning. Jayden, I’m exhausted.”

I gave her one long deep kiss and rammed hard into her. Repeating the motion for six more strokes I finally said, “Now.”

My semen spurted and spurted deep into her as if it were trying to fill her up until it overflowed. Leah let loose in an animalistic growl as the organism her body demanded roared through her. The whole time I kept my movements up. Pushing my pulsating babymaker as deep into her as I could.

“I can’t believe I feel your spurts spraying into me,” Leah said. “Its heat feels intensive as it coats my Virginia walls.”

“Jayden, I’m yours anytime, anywhere, any place,” Leah said unexpectedly. “I loved you like my daughter’s wife, and I love you even more now that I am one of your lovers.”

“If we were not trying to impregnate you,” I whispered in Leah’s ear. “We would finish off the night, with me eating you out, before we fell asleep together with my babymaker still inside of you.”

“Oh god,” Leah moaned. “You are telling me that I have a lot more to look forward to.”

“Jayden, my love, before this mini-vacation is over, there will not be a spot on each other’s body,” Leah said, “That will have not been used by either of us to give the other as much pleasure as we can. Robin has loaned me her strap on to use on you when I am mentally ready.”

“I’ve got over ten years of physical sexual frustration to work out,” Leah said. “Vibrators help but is no substitution for what you have given me. It’s been years since I felt this content. Take me to bed, hold me in your arms, and just let me feel your body against me until we fall asleep.”

As Leah laid in bed with Jayden gently sucking on her breast she thought about what Anna said, “When Jayden starts to get bitchy remember that she is needing to be mounted from behind and rode hard at least two or three times because her lover has not been giving her enough cock.”

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Exploring Tabbi Ch. 03

Funny

For a third time in as many weeks we enter a monotonously anonymous motel room together. The same motel, just another different room, though it would be difficult to know that except for the number on the door. But it is the very sameness of motel rooms that helps us to ignore our surroundings so easily and concentrate upon each other. We are developing a ritual. We go into the room, stand in the middle of the floor, embrace, and kiss. It is our way of saying to each other that we are both willing to take the next step along Tabbi’s road of self discovery. We do it this time, our arms wrapped tightly around each other for a few long seconds, soaking up each others emotional warmth and reassurance. I am seeking confirmation of your trust before proceeding, and I find it in the tenderness of your embrace and the openness of your kisses. You are giving yourself to me and I accept you into my care.

It is particularly important from now on that you are wholly trusting of me, for we will soon enter realms of sexual pleasure where you must put yourself entirely into my care. You have learned to trust, but now you must also learn to obey, for obedience will keep you safe and allow you to enjoy things that you would normally reject. You will rely on me to keep you out of harm’s way as well as give you new pleasures. I intend to test your obedience today. I disentangle myself from your arms and speak.

“Take off your clothes please, Tabbi.” My tone of voice allows no question of refusal.

You look at me in surprise, and then with a little anticipatory shiver you begin. This time you are wearing a long, white, front buttoned, summer dress, and you look so innocent as you begin undoing the buttons. For a few glorious moments I stand and watch, admiring your beauty as it is revealed, your full breasts cupped in a white silk bra, the smooth pale skin of your stomach, slightly rounded and gorgeously feminine. You are truly beautiful.

Tearing myself away I reach into my bag and place one item on the little table in front of you. It is the only item I wish you to see for the moment, it is a blindfold. The blindfold will enable you to accept and enjoy new and unfamiliar sensations without knowing their cause, pushing back your boundaries little by little. It will also help you to follow my instructions unquestioningly, forcing you quite literally into blind obedience. And it is blind obedience that I will require, and that I will enforce if necessary.

I see you gazing at the blindfold with some trepidation as you reach around to unhook your bra, but I offer you no explanation. You say nothing and your bra joins your dress at your feet. You hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties and, with another quick look at the blindfold you slip them down, stepping out of them to stand naked in front of the little pile of your clothes.

I cross to the table, pick up the blindfold and place it over your eyes, adjusting the elastic strap for comfort and to ensure that you are completely without vision. Now I stand before you silently for several long minutes and gaze at your nakedness. I enjoy gazing at your body, you are exactly my type of woman, but this inspection has a more serious intent. I wish to make you feel vulnerable and exposed. It will increase your reliance on me and enhance your feelings towards me as your protector and keeper. porno That is why I have so far remained clothed while you are naked.

Having made you wait and wonder for a few minutes I quickly and quietly slip out of my own clothes, then taking you by the hand, I lead you to the bed and press you gently into a sitting position on the edge. I stand directly in front of you and move slightly forward until the tip of my erection is presented to your unsuspecting mouth. As you feel the end touch your lips you automatically recoil, drawing your head back and raising your hands towards my cock.

“No, Tabbi, keep your hands away and take it into your mouth.”

You do as you are told, but I sense a little reluctance. Is it just inexperience or an unwillingness to cooperate? I will need to be ready to counter it.

Your hands now rest passively on your naked thighs, but your mouth is far from passive. Your reluctance seems to have passed and you are sliding your mouth up and down my shaft as far as you comfortably can, your tongue busy circling my head and glans. The pleasure you are giving me is intense and I need to resist the temptation to thrust deeper into your mouth. For all your inexperience it will not be long before you bring me to orgasm.

As soon as I feel my balls begin to tighten as my climax draws near I withdraw from your mouth, – again a slight and unwanted reluctance, this time to part with my cock!

I am still close to cumming, so I pivot you around to lie on the bed before climbing on top of you, parting your legs with mine and pushing myself into your pussy. You are wet, aroused by having my cock inside your mouth, and I slide in deeply in one thrust. This is the first time I have entered your pussy and you feel moist and warm and welcoming. I must fuck you more often, where it can be justified as part of your education.

You automatically draw your legs back to admit me deeper, and I plunge in hard and deep, thrusting faster and harder as my climax looms. It is only a matter of a minute or so before I explode into you, shooting my cum deep inside your pussy in spurt after heavy spurt. You have not cum yet, but you will become accustomed to waiting

“You could have come in my mouth!” This is not a comment I expected and I frown a little to myself at your words.

“Yes, I know.”

You are lying on your back on the bed, your legs still open and a little trickle of my cum seeping from between your pussy lips. You look even more beautiful.

“Put your hands behind your head with your fingers interlaced and then lie back on them.”

A puzzled look crosses your face but you comply immediately and without comment. Perhaps you don’t realise that the position makes it much more difficult for you to react with your hands.

Pulling my bag within reach I sit beside you with my back to your head and take something from the bag. It is a vibrator. Nothing special, just a standard, white, plastic, variable speed, seven inch vibrator.

You have said to me that you have never used a toy, but would like to. Today your wish will be granted, I have with me a number of different ones, but the standard one will do to begin with.

I lean across you and lean on my elbow, opening your pussy lips with my fingers to expose your clit. Then, with my other hand I turn on the vibrator japon porno and bring it close to your body. I look around, wishing to see your face as the vibrations course through you, and touch the tip of the vibe against the tip of your clitoris. A look of shock crosses your face and you jerk back in alarm, slamming your legs together.

“Take it away.” Your voice is loud and troubled.

This cannot long be tolerated.

“Tabbi!” I begin. “Have you not agreed for me to introduce you to all the things that you wish you had tried, but never have?”

You nod behind your blindfold and I continue. “And have we not already taken steps down that road without any harm befalling you, only considerably more pleasure than you ever expected?”

Again you nod. “Then how can I take you further if you react negatively to what I intend to do? Do you expect me to do anything to hurt you?”

“No, but…” I don’t let you finish your answer.

“Then open your legs and we will continue.” I didn’t expect you to obey and you do not disappoint me.

“But I can’t see what it is you’re going to use!”

“What I use is irrelevant beside the pleasure it will bring you, now open your legs please.”

You shake your head. “Not until you show me what you are going to do.”

I have been patient long enough. I have deliberately pushed you to see if you would become obedient, and now I find you rebellious I must correct that.

Without warning I lean over and grab a hold of your far leg, hauling it towards me and tipping you over at the same time. The movement is too sudden for you to counter it and, before you can regain your wits you are face down across my knee. I then wrap one arm around your waist and hook a leg over yours, effectively immobilising you as one would a child.

Your shout of surprise is followed immediately by one of pain as my hand lands hard across your bottom. You struggle wildly at first, kicking and thrashing in an attempt to regain your freedom and dignity, and to avoid the slaps of my palm against your flesh, but eventually you realise that you cannot break free and that I intend to discipline you regardless. Now you begin to sob, tears streaming down your face from under your blindfold, and you slump across my knee, accepting the inevitable but crying out as each blow lands.

I pause for the moment. “Tabbi, it is necessary for you to do as I say. I cannot be your teacher if you are going to try and choose what you wish to learn. If I am to continue as your guide you must accept that, and this lesson is to make that clear to you. Now, I am going to continue to chastise you until I believe the lesson has sunk home.”

With that my hand descends once more on your reddening cheeks and you howl with anger and pain. I disregard your cries and pleas in the same way that you wanted earlier to disregard my wishes, and I continue to smack your bottom hard until the anger disappears from your voice leaving only distress and contrition. Even then I carry on spanking you, intent that you should not forget. You are lying across me submitting to my discipline, sobbing heavy, shoulder wracking sobs of pain and humiliation, no defiance left in you.

Eventually, your buttocks hot and red, I stop spanking you and leave my hand resting gently on your bottom as a sign lezbiyen porno that all is over. Then I lean down and speak softly into your ear.

“I’m sorry that was necessary Tabbi, but gave me control of your body and you cannot try and take it back whenever you wish.”

You nod through your tears; your crying is still shaking your body as you lie draped across my knees. I kiss you gently on the neck, whispering reassurances and endearments in your ear and very gently caressing your tender bottom. Slowly your weeping subsides into mostly sniffs and snivel, so I unfasten your blindfold and pass a tissue that you might dry your eyes.

“Come on, Tabbi, move over onto the bed, though I should stay lying o your stomach if I were you!” Your bottom is clearly sore.

You shuffle over, remaining face down but turning your head sideways to look at me suspiciously through red rimmed eyes. I move onto the bed alongside you, lying also mostly face down, but slightly on my side to face you. Again I lean over to kiss you, this time on your tear-stained cheek, my free hand now tracing affectionate circles over your back. I can taste the salt of your tears on my lips.

For some minutes we remain this way, neither speaking, the only movement my hand still tracing lazy and gentle meanderings across your back. Then, believing it is time to continue, I raise myself, looking for the vibrator I dropped earlier. Fortunately it had remained on the bed near your feet, out of sight to you. I have taken the decision that the other toys I have brought for you to experience can wait for another day, but it is necessary for you to experience the vibrator today. I reach down and pick it up, carefully concealing it from your blindfold free vision. I still intend that you should accept my actions unseeing.

Your legs have fallen a little apart, making your pussy just visible and just about accessible from above. I gently push your thighs slightly further apart and touch the vibrator to your pussy. You start at the cold plastic, but this time you make no protest, even parting your legs a little more in helpful compliance.

I turn the vibrator on low, so that it is just humming softly, and slide it slowly back and forth along your slit. It seems along time before there is any discernable effect, so long that I am beginning to believe you had set your mind against it, though you must now realise what it is I am using. But eventually your breathing begins to deepen and your eyes close. I turn up the vibrator a little and you react by spreading yourself wider, your glistening pussy, wet from my cum and your mounting arousal, now openly displayed. Now I am able to concentrate the vibrations on clitoris, pressing the tip of the vibrator under its little hood and intensifying the sensations. Your breathing is now getting ragged and your hips are beginning to move, raising your body slightly from the bed and pushing back against the vibe. You are nearing the point of no return.

Your orgasm, when it comes, is short but very powerful. You suddenly call out loudly, grip the bed in outstretched hands and raise your bottom into the air, momentarily dislodging the vibrator from against your clit before I accommodate your movement. In that position you stay rigid, your jaws clamped, a keening noise coming from between them, your knuckles white from their grip on the bed, and your thighs and buttocks trembling with effort. Then, just as suddenly, it is over, you collapse back onto the bed where you remain, shaking and gasping, half crying, half laughing; the intense emotions of the afternoon finding sudden release.

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Ex-Marine Hubby Ch. 02

Ass

I dropped the belt & quietly asked “McCarthy, where did you learn to be such a docile Slutboy for your Mistress?”

The ex-Marine Chief Cop’s defeated shoulders drooped even more: he knew his shameful, submissive secret would have to be shared with his female boss!?

“Mistress N’gyuen van Duc, I was a Marine Captain in Vietnam in the early ’70-s. I was leading a raid into Vietcong territory… I had intelligence that the enemy were preparing to ambush us but in my lust for glory I felt our superior firepower would wipe out the best of Guerrilla fighters. I called for air support & carpet bombed the nearby villages with napalm… “

“which villages were they, McCarthy?” My pregnant Mom had been killed in a napalm bombing ‘friendly fire’ incident on our South Vietnamese village while Dad & me were celebrating Tet at a relative’s village. I had never really got over her loss.

“My Paing… ” “STOP!” My Paing was my native village! “Which date did you order the airstrike, McCarthy?”

“10th Jan., 1972, Mistress!”

It was as if he had hit my lower abdomen a hard blow… THAT WAS THE DAY MOM WAS KILLED!?!

I asked him in a sob-“Pig, you dare to call me Mistress & yet you murdered your Mistress’s Mom???!!”

In a red-hot haze of anger [which had nothing to do with his alcoholism or the Minor’s rape], furiously I ordered him “Git’ on the ground Pig: on all fours! NOW!”

Meekly he obeyed. “Open your legs–I wanna’ see your balls!”

Realizing what I was planning to do he gave a choked sigh of resignation, but I have to give his iron self-discipline kudos, he didn’t hesitate to obey!

I really did a number on his balls that morning… I had totally lost xhamster porno it…

KICK! ‘AAAGH!’… KICK! ‘AAAGH… MERCY MISTRESS… ‘

KICK!… KICK!… KICK!

‘MERCEEE… AWWWWGH’

“I’LL TEACH YOU TO BOMB INNOCENT VILLAGERS, PIG!!?”

He fainted in shock & pain… & I came to my senses: what I had done was totally inappropriate & illegal!?

I brought water & revived the unconscious Greek God: my treacherous Pussy was still clenching in inappropriate Victorious Lust at having kicked a bigger, taller, stronger Male Ass!!

“Get up, McCarthy. I’m not sorry for what I did but you may arrest me! Legally you are within your rights to put my yellow Vietminh ass in jail!”

I spoke in a neutral tone: after all this was my Mom’s murderer & I would not apologize to him come what may!

“Mistress N’gyuen van Duc, my ass is yours to kick, torture, whip: as you please Mistress!! Your most humble slaveboy was bad & you have every right to beat him!! Mistress I was an unreconstructed Male chauvinist in those days with a despicably sexist, racist attitude & guilty of horrible crimes against non-Whites & Women!?!

I am ashamed of what I did & please, please, please Mistress beat me black & blue: it’ll ameliorate my guilt & only a Superior Vietnamese Goddess can take away my pain by teaching me what an evil, worthless Male I am… Sob… Mistress I drink because I led my trusting subordinates into an ambush where 9 of my company of 19 were felled by the Viet Cong! They were hiding not in the innocent, pulverized villages but in tunnels in the jungles surrounding villages! My poor judgement cost innocent Vietnamese & American yaşlı porno lives… I too was injured & even won a Purple Star but even though I was exonerated by the Military commission I see those young boys every night… sob… sigh

Mistress you both belong to a Superior Race as well as a Superior Sex & whip this worthless White Male Ass every night… otherwise I have to drink myself to unconsciousness in my waking hours… “

Pussy had forgiven his White Male Ass very generously at his offer of lifelong servitude but my rational self was rebelling at any form of intimacy with my Mother’s murderer!

McCarthy suddenly dragged himself over my lap[on the ground where I had sunk down to while throwing cool water on his face to revive him] & placing his toned, sexy buttocks trustfully on my lap looked back “please spank your Pig with your lily-soft Viet Minh hand, Mistress : it’s so much more intimate & establishes a direct flesh-skin contact between Mistress & Slaveboi!!”

My rational arguments were swept away by Lust & a flushed Vietnamese lady started spanking strong White buttocks to her heart’s content!!

Does that make me a collaborator in my Mom’s murder???

Yes , it does i.e. an abettor after the act but irrationally I felt my sweet, kind, sacrificing Mom smiling from Heaven at me-” My Sweet Little Angel you have found a man to cherish you for your lifetime with true devotion… I forgive him my murder as long as he remains true & serves you loyally!!”

SMAAAK!… CRAAK!!… SLAP!!… SPANK!!

He could take my hand spanks much more silently & stoically compared to the ‘belt’-ing & the Balls-kicking.

I rested my aldatma porno throbbing hand on the curvature of his muscular Greek God glutes & asked “So you still haven’t confessed where you learnt to be a submissive Buttboi to Women , Pig?”

He answered, “Mistress , my friends dragged me to many brothels to get me out of my drunken depression after this incident & in one such infamous den I met a very cruel Madam , who promised my buddies to break me out of my depression . She would force me to lie naked across the foot of her bed & beat the shit outta’ my White arse, with my own belt! Funnily enough this treatment got me hot & I was erect after many months! But she would not allow fucking or even give me a hand-job for the relief of my hard-on: in fact she forced me–the Mighty American Marine to humbly go down on her: a lowly Vietnamese Prostitute & bring her to multiple orgasms as she beat her tiny, delicate fists on my defenceless, submissive shoulders & pulled my hair in shameless, vicious fury!! This role reversal tickled my erotic fancy no end & I was hard continuously in Her Majesty’s[ that’s what she forced me to address her as!] dominant presence!!

I came back to life & my buddies were relieved: I got addicted to her whippings & became Her Majesty’s Total Slutboi-cum-Submissive Bitch!?!

We were planning to get married on moving back to the US after the War: but when Saigon fell she disappeared & I later came to know she was a decorated North Vietnamese Colonel in their intelligence wing & she was just strumming me along for info!?!”

Ever since I have hungered for a strong Vietnamese Goddess to take Total Command over my worthless masculine ass but I was totally unsuccessful & consoled myself by drinking myself to oblivion!?!

When you appeared on the scene as the New Mayor, I fantasized many times that you would not only be my Official Boss but Emotional, Total Sovereign, Ruler-cum-Commander behind closed doors & today it… SMAAK!… SLAAP!… SPANK!!

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Driver Ch. 05

Pee

Wednesday afternoon’s meeting of the House staff was a little unusual, with some new developments announced.

The House was to be the setting for a movie, beginning in one weeks’ time. It would be “stylish, tasteful and very pornographic”, as Fred stated, and I could not detect any irony in his tone. Colette outlined how the filming would impact on the normal operations of the House. In her view the film would be a daytime activity, while the normal business was all at night. There would be some film and other equipment in evidence in the downstairs rooms, from time to time. We would have to work around it.

“Jim and Jackie, I want you to go into the storage rooms beside the dungeon downstairs. On Friday night we will need the wet room’s drainage checked and ready. We have a booking. The other room will be storage for the film crew and needs to be cleared completely by next Wednesday. There is stuff there from before our present operation started, so you may be digging through some history”. Colette’s voice was crisp but there was a smile on her lips. All I knew was that the House had been through several lives since it was built and the immediate prior operation was as an expensive brothel.

“The upper floor will be totally committed to the filming and crew. Their people will also be fed in our kitchen and dining room. A lot of filming will be done on the main floor here, and also on the terraces outside. The lower level will often be required too.

“Do you have any questions?” She looked around at each of us.

Nathalie was jiggling on her stool, and blurted, “are there any parts for us? It sounds great! I’d love to get involved.”

“Be careful what you ask for. The director has said that there may be a need for extras in several scenes. Everyone’s main role is supporting the film crew. Jim and Jackie will be driving a shuttle service morning and evening, as the crew will have their vans on site, so no room for other vehicles.

“I have told the director that our core business is our first priority, then the staffs’ needs, such as sleep. He is aware of that, but I am sure there will be conflicts which we will have to deal with as they arise. If you opt to participate more directly, there will be contracts that are from the film company.” Colette looked directly at Nathalie as she said this.

She then made my jaw drop by saying, “I will be one of the lead actors, so Fred will be running the House business for the duration- about one week, they think.”

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The wet room had not been used at all while I had worked in the House, though I knew of it. It was accessed through the dungeon, with a tiled floor and walls, many plumbing fittings and several drains in the floor. There 1080 porno were fans for ventilation and a skylight (set in the lawn above) provided natural daylight as we looked around.

The House was an art deco style villa, built in the thirties as a luxury home for a wealthy expat tai-pan (businessman). When the Japanese occupied Hong Kong in the war a General had commandeered it for his own use. The basement rooms had been dug using POW slave labour, as a bomb shelter for him and his household. The real use was for his ‘comfort women’- prisoners (Asian and European) who were kept as sex slaves for him and his colleagues. The dungeon dated from that time, and must have been a hard place…

The wet room was filled with odds and ends of gear that had been put there, dungeon gear, pieces of furniture and so forth. There were cabinets and chests in the dungeon and other rooms where most of the things could be stored, it had just been easier to put them in the wet room. In an hour and a half Jackie and I had it cleared and had checked the taps and pipes. We ran water down the drains and found only a slight blockage, which we soon cleared. That was lucky, as we had no interest in exploring the 1930’s drainage system. One of the day crew would scrub the tiles in the morning.

The store room was a much bigger proposition- at least 30years’ worth of debris to look through and dispose of. We looked in, but left it for later.

By that time dinner was ready and we went up. There were two rooms booked for the evening, and we were both going to make pick-ups. My first pick-up had booked for Nathalie to ride shotgun, for an early start to someone’s fantasy.

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Dressed in a short and flimsy white designer dress, Nathalie attracted lots of attention as we walked the short way from the Vito to the apartment of our clients. It was not so much her beauty, I had decided, but more the confident and free way she walked and looked at everyone around her. Few Chinese dressed the way she did. Confidence and comfort in her own skin were her trademarks.

The couple who met us at their door were an older slim European woman in her 50’s with short greying hair, dressed conservatively, and her partner. He was a Chinese man in his thirties, slim and wearing expensive trousers with a designer tee shirt..

Once we had them in the van the trousers came off and he was kneeling naked on the floor. The woman made him kiss her feet, then Nathalie’s. I had to watch the road for a time, so when I could next look his head was under Nathalie’s skirt and her hands were on the back of his head. The woman pulled out a small flogger and began to work on his back while she tweaked Nathalie’s nipples. 2 k porno The girl was a noisy comer-her moans rose as his lips and tongue worked on her.

When we arrived at the House, he remained naked but for a penis cage and a slave collar. By the woman’s dishevelled appearance she had also been served. She took Nathalie’s hand and walked decisively into the entrance then to the stairs. The man walked two metres behind them, head bowed and face still damp. I would not be any further part of their evening until they needed to return.

My next pick-up was in one hour, so I tidied the van (what to do with the man’s clothes?-I folded them on the front seat), then went in for a cup of green tea. As I filled my cup, Colette came into the kitchen from the hallway. She was dressed in a deep green gown that came well below her knee and was slit high on one thigh.

I spoke first, “you stunned me with your little announcement earlier. I never dreamed you would appear on screen. You are always so private about displaying yourself. I may get to see you naked after all, even if it is on screen.”

“You saw me well yesterday at the pool, or are your eyes getting weak?” She spoke sharply as she looked at me. She missed little. “The film will be a classic, but will have only a very limited circulation. There are a number of reasons why I am the right woman for the role.

“One reason is that the action will not be faked- all the whipping and other torture will be done on camera, without doubles or stand-ins or effects. There are other reasons, too, but normal porn actors are not the right people for this one. I am.

“Now you should get yourself to Mong Kok for the next pick-up, shouldn’t you?” She reached for the coffee pot as she spoke.

“Were the three in the grey Jaguar from the film company?” Since she knew I had been present I might as well press for more information.

“Nosy man! One was the director, one was the financial backer and the other was representing the management of this House.” Her eyes twinkled at me and she added, “you will now go crazy trying to decide who each one was. Now go! Pick-up is at 9.30 sharp.”

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The rest of the week I was indeed obsessing about the three people’s roles. Was the woman the director? Was it the old man? The heavy guy? Which was the House management? They weren’t just the faceless, nameless trio of rich perverts who made the operation possible, anymore.

I also had to know Colette’s other reasons for taking the lead, especially with what she had told me.

There were a couple of other odd events yet to come that week, too.

Friday night’s booking for the wet room turned out to be a sustained golden 3 k porno shower for a woman who I picked up, with her male partner, from a very impressive house on the Peak. What made them special was her crimson bikini, which she wore from pick-up until long into the night. They were almost certainly the couple from the white launch. She was gorgeous and the bikini had no lining, so became transparent as soon as she was wet.

Her male partner, who barely spoke but used gestures to control matters, was the first to soak her, pissing in her mouth, hair and whole body. His bladder was impressive. Over the following three hours several House staff, myself included, also sprayed her. The penultimate event was to for her to be filled with a three-litre enema, then whipped while holding it. Her man did a very competent job on her, whipping her breasts, full belly and back with sustained violence. When she was ultimately allowed to release, her orgasm was monumental.

We took her down from the frame and laid her on the wooden bench. The man sprayed her clean with a hose and warm water. She had little control of her muscles and was mumbling some half-words. Colette appeared as if from nowhere, held up her hand to him so she could check the woman’s condition. Pulse, breathing and eyes were acceptable, and the finger in her cunt more than that. She nodded and withdrew.

Her man took her and fucked her mightily while she came several times, then waved that Fred, Jackie and I should do the same. We obliged. The mental image of her filming us drove me to a powerful effort in her tight body. Fred and Jackie used her fore and aft for a time, I worried that she was having a seizure.

The man was able to carry her half-conscious form to the van and put her on the seat himself. Back at the Peak house she was able to walk, with the odd stumble, to her door.

The final drop-off must have been after three am, and took a little longer because the young man was not able to help us get him dressed. I was pleased that his cage had come off, as he had an impressive erection. There were many marks on him though.

Nathalie stayed back at the house and I drove the couple through the quiet night to their apartment block. He could walk to the door without help. At that time there was plenty of parking in front of it.

As I started the van for home, my palm developed an itch, which started a thought in me. Fifteen minutes later the palm pad had started to soothe that itch. I slipped between the sheets and drew her sleeping form towards me, opening her to my hard cock.

The next day was Saturday, which also had a surprise in store. The mail produced a formal letter from my bank regarding the loan on my yacht. The large red letters ‘cancelled’ printed across the document chilled my blood- what has gone wrong? It took several readings of the dense wording to understand the loan had been paid off and the account was settled in full. A mystery, but one I might guess.

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The Honey Combs Pt. 07-09

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PART 7: JEANIE’S CLIMAX

I agreed that for our second date, Paul and I shouldn’t go out with my daughter and Marshall again. They were just a little too interested in each other to have any decent conversation with us. Besides, I had every reason to keep his uncle’s attention on me.

The morning before, I stayed in bed a little longer and had my first BOB induced orgasm. I shook with trepidation until my mind flashed back to the first time Jonny and Doris consummated their love. We were awkward kids but to this farm day, Doris was a goddess, and was happy to worship her. I then put myself in her “heels” and pushed BOB into the only place he could make me feel good.

After an hour plus, I only shook in joy – Doris, my angel, was this why you worked hard to please me? What amazing feelings I was having!

Paul and I danced the light fantastic. As a child of 60s, we both loved Motown and the sounds of the Bossa Nova. I shook what I had, and pressed my rounded rear into his groin. Oh BOB, you are wonderful, but my real boyfriend has his own tricks. But how could I hide the trick in my panties? If he “read” me, he could hurt me – and my girls. I was very nervous.

His kisses were addictive and his hands nearly made me explode. Then suddenly, his right hands possessed my genetalia. I looked at him in utter terror mixed with an intense arousal. I barely kept from exploding right there!

“Oh my little Jeanie, I know you are a special lady,” he said with a thick voice that matched his large hands and warm mouth. “Tell me am I doing this right,” he whispered, as he began to stroke my organ.

I could only answer with the moan of a woman in heat. He continued to master my world, and then he slid a finger into the space where BOB had done his magic – utter bliss! My lover was fingering me!

He carried me upstairs to my room (each of us had a private suite in the mansion the show provided us) and finally accepted his manhood in the only place where my man could fill me. Our moans and yelps may well porno have woken the whole house as we completed our intercourse.

Oh, my Paul, your little Jeanie loves it when her big strong man is inside her, OH! So damn wonderful!

I woke expecting to find my lover by my side when I woke, but I was alone and tattered in my bed.

Where did my Romeo go? And my God, what would Elly and Ari think of their beloved GG – their dear old Pops?

PART 8: ARI’S AROUSAL

In the bathroom, I fixed my makeup, especially my lipstick. I had new desire, and I wanted to share it with Garrett. After finishing dinner and the club, he brought me back to the mansion. I checked to make sure the coast was clear, and I wantonly put my hand on his belt buckle.

“Baby, I’m thirsty. And I’m all out of spring water, so you’ll have to do.”

He willingly sat on the couch as I freed his thick cock. Soft kisses – followed by enticing licks – and finally, the deep throat. Ashton Combs would never dream that it tasted and felt wonderful, but Arianna Combs doesn’t have that problem, does she? No SHE doesn’t. Oh he’s SO yummy!

I was definitely digging the whole dirty girl vibe – blowing my boyfriend, in the foyer – what if Mom or GG found me this way – but they were having their own adventures. As Garrett came, his spunk dribbled out of my painted mouth.

That wasn’t the only sticky wetness I noticed. My own panties were now swimming in Ash’s dick juice. I froze, as I wasn’t ready to own up to my own deception.

I feared the repercussions. How could I explain…

“Garrett sweetie – I may look like a hot bitch, but I’m actually a farm boy from the Midwest. Oh and yea, my father and grandfather are also posing as women. It’s all for entertainment purposes. We may dress and act like sluts, but it’s all for fun – tee hee! By the way, while you were enjoying my oral ministrations, I just made a boyish mess in my satin underwear. I hope you won’t be sore. Can I get you some cookies, we just made them?”

Imagine anime porno my shock that he gently shoved me to the carpet, removed my panties in one swoop, and proceeded to licking the cum off my body? I nearly screamed as he “ate me out.” Then he did the unthinkable, three months earlier, he prepped my little asshole for invasion.

“Arianna, I know you’ve been using your vibrator, in preparation for losing your virginity. I think you are ready now, my little girl,” he whispered.

Our eyes met, and he picked me up and carted me upstairs. My boyfriend was going to take my (new) virginity!

“Yes”, “More”, “Harder” were the only English words I could use over the next hours as Garrett used me as his private sex toys. Trust me, I screamed more than that. And what I heard from Mom was right – a women’s orgasm is longer, deeper, and more satisfying than a man’s. Damm right it was! Oh honey, give it to me all night long! I was out of my mind!

But there was one feminine feeling that left me cold. Literally, I shivered and sighed after I woke. My Garrett was gone; I texted him to call me wherever he went, but no answer. My God, where did he go?

I felt like such a pathetic slut; what would my family say about my very bad behavior… I started to bawl like a scared little girl.

PART 9: ELLY’S ECSTASY

“Marshall, baby,” I said with a voice that dripped sex, “You know the truth about me. About my family, hell, it’s your show. I can’t believe you think I’m so beautiful,”

“That’s a big reason why I think you’re the PERFECT woman, Elly baby. You got something no other woman has. Well, except for Jeanie and Ari. Of the three honey Combs, I have the queen Bee.”

I melted at the compliment my man gave me.

“And I’m going to invade your hive all night long.”

Buzz buzz.

And he did! I left him take me from behind, forcing his cock into my love spot. God, why I did not know how incredible it was to have a man inside you? I simply must share arap porno what I’ve learned with my family. My little girl is on the verge of being a true woman, and my darling mother is only 60ish, and for the next – gosh, 40-50 years – we can talk about sex, men, sex, clothes, sex, baking…

OH MARSHALL! I’M COMING DARLING!

After Marshall finished in me, and as the whirlwind of the orgasms started to wane in my body and in my head, I swore that I heard the screams and cried of another woman – or was it women?

“Elly, I think Uncle Paul and Garrett have found their own perfect women. God, there’s nothing sexier than fucking a shemale in the ass. Damm I wish I could them pound those whores – but roll over baby, here comes daddy!”

I felt he was a little crude, but fuck, I was horny and out of my mind. I arched my back as he penetrated me again. My tits were now quite large and flopped with every thrust. I was addicted to being a well fucked shemale.

We slept for a few hours, and I felt him get out of bed. I wanted to make him breakfast and even give him a blowjob in the shower. But he brushed me off. Supposedly he had meetings and had to jet.

“Will – will you call me?” I asked timidly. “I can make you breakfast. Some homemade coo…”

He laughed and said “Well you know I’ll see you on set. Maybe we can have a quickie or two in the trailer. But I have to be in Century City in a hour. Later babe.”

And like that he left. Damm, I remember being the guy who had to get out of Dodge sooner than the lady I had hooked up with wanted to. I started to sob – I thought he said I was special. The most special!

God, I felt hormonal. I wanted to puke. I felt like a freak.

Then I heard a cracking noise; it sounded like it was coming from the bed. I pulled the pillows and mattress back. It was some kind of electronics.

A microphone? Yes – and a little speaker. Now I was paranoid. Livid, I threw my 4″ inch heel which was left on the carpet, at the large vanity mirror. It cracked, and I discovered a camera behind it.

The smashing noise made Mom and Ari came over to my suite in their robes; they both looked like they had cried to make their mascara run.

We hugged and sobbed together; what happened to us?

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The Descent Ch. 02 – A Slow Glide

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I sat up, the dried remnants of last night’s orgasm sticking uncomfortably to my body. I looked down at my…clitty, I reminded myself. My clitty. To something akin to horror I felt the familiar lurch in the organ, and the equally familiar sensation of tightening in my balls. My clitty rose, slowly at first, but soon to its fullest extent. It began to pulse, throbbing almost, as I sat there gazing at it with dawning realization. I had to drag my eyes away from my own organ, and looked down at my legs, at how hairless they were. In the daylight, it looked sexy as hell.

But orders were orders, and determination was one of my better strengths. So I ignored the throb in my organ, and took my shower. I hesitated before dressing, recalling how my bottom had felt warmly caressed by the luxurious fabric. I dallied, but in the end chose the standard underwear for myself. Tucked into my boring cotton boxer briefs brought with it a sense of disappointment.

Luckily all hell broke loose at work within minutes after my arrival, which denied me any time to dwell on my situation. I was in a big bank’s cyber-security arm, a very junior tech, but I had some important duties. Overnight there had been several attempted hacks, and at least one branch was downed by a crypto-locker. We scurried about all day trying to determine the depth and width of the breach. By four-thirty our team heaved a collective deep breath, realizing that the extent of the damage was to a couple of older computers driven by semi-incompetent assistant managers. No real harm done, although the two assistant managers were read the riot act.

On my drive home was the first time that my thoughts returned to the night prior. My god, I had gone on a Valentine’s Day date with an older woman who had so easily pried herself into my deepest sexual secrets. It defied belief, and yet the growing warmth I felt on my cheeks and in my privates reminded me that this fantasy-turned-reality was far more exciting and enticing than the reality itself. I pulled into the drive way, scanning for the big 7-series BMW that I knew my Madam drove. It was not there.

I decided to get in a run. I had run track and field all through high school and college, and had placed third my senior year at my division’s national championships in the 10,000 meters. I loved the way my heart raced and body responded while running, and the cold, sloppy conditions did not bother me one bit. I had a headlamp to shine the way on my usual run, and did it in my usual thirty-five minutes. As the endorphins flooded my body, my night with my new Madam was pushed aside. The exercise euphoria lasted until I pulled into the parking lot and spied the 7-series. To my surprise, I put my hand lightly on my chest – a pure reaction – at the excitement of what this night might bring.

I walked up the steps, and Madam’s door swung open. “Please, darling, please come in,” she said softly. Her head peeked out from behind the door.

“Thank you, Madam,” I said in a soft, courteous tone as I breezed past her. She closed the door, and turned to face me. I understood why only her face had been visible to me. Her stockings ended up on creamy thighs, with a black lacy pattern on the ring holding it tightly in place. The small underwear clung tightly to her body, and her black bra cradled and supported lovely breasts. All of this was visible through a gauzy ankle-length housecoat that was tied loosely at her lower abdomen.

“Please, come in.” She paused, and sniffed. “Darling, why are you sweaty?”

“I went for a run, Madam,” I explained. “It’s how I remain in shape, and I love the exercise. I crave it, actually.”

“Well, it simply will not do, darling, not at all. You run along now, and draw yourself a steaming hot bath. I’ll be in shortly.”

“Yes, Madam,” I said obediently, and headed off to her bathroom. I stood naked, bent over her big tub, drawing the hot bath. I had removed my male clothing, and folded the wet, sweaty garments before setting them in a corner. Between my legs my clitty once more stood at rigid attention. As I sank into the water, I found myself breathing slowly out, almost a soft sigh of pleasure.

She walked in, carrying two big candles. One, she set on the toilet cover, and the second on the sink countertop. Both were lit, and then she flicked the lights off. The candlelight danced in the room. “And how is my sweet sissy boy today?” she asked smoothly. She had a champagne flute, filled nearly three-quarters full with a golden, bubbly liquid. She sipped from one, and handed me the other. I sipped it – delicious.

“Glad to be home, Madam,” I said, then snapped my jaw shut.

“Home?” She smiled. “Darling, that thrills me so that you would think of this as your home. Do not fret,” she patted my arm.

“Yes, Madam,” I said with relief noticeable even to my own ears. “It was a rough day at work,” I said. “I survived,” I said after a very brief synopsis. “How was yours?” I asked then.

“Mine? Very routine, darling, altyazılı porno very routine,” she said. “Not quite boring, but certainly not exciting.” She sipped her drink. “And tell me, my sweet sissy boy, about your night last night after you returned to your apartment. Did you spill your sweet sissy cream?”

“I did, Madam,” I said, thankful that some of the bubbles from the bath I’d drawn covered my lower body. She would have seen my clitty throb hard at hearing her speak that way.

“Tell me, darling, and as usual, I expect details.”

“Yes, Madam.” I gathered my thoughts. “It was not hard to edge, Madam. My clitty, it was ready to explode from the first second I touched it. It only took a few strokes, and then I was there, right there on the edge. I wanted to cum, and forced my hand away, forced myself to relax. I focused on my breathing, slow and steady, until that hard need receded some. But then the second I touched myself again, that need returned. The second edge was a close thing, to be honest, Madam,” I admitted, and saw her nod, storing it away, and indicating that I should continue. “Then the third, oh my, I was leaking such precum.”

“Precummies,” she corrected.

I nodded. “Precummies. Yes. I leaked, and leaked.”

“Did you taste?”

I felt a flush hit my cheeks. “Yes, Madam.”

“Good sissy,” she said with another light pat to my arm.

“Then I was ready, allowed, to cum. I looked down at my clitty, watching. I don’t know how many strokes it took. Ten, fifteen? Thirty? Not many, and not long. The climax was amazing. My…sissy cream exploded, shooting in long, thick ropes up my chest. Covering my body and abdomen. I know I cried out or moaned, or maybe both. I watched as my balls emptied my cream, all over me, and it was hot and sticky and slippery. I dipped a finger into it,” and as I related that part, saw her eyes flash with excitement. “I tasted it. It felt sexy. Good. So I scooped up most of the biggest drops, and licked it all up,” I reported. “What was left, stayed on me, because after that orgasm, I passed out. When I woke up this morning, still in the panties and stockings, at first I thought it had been a wonderful dream. When I realized what I was still wearing…well, my clitty got hard right away.”

“Did you touch your clitty this morning, my sweet sissy boy?”

“No, Madam,” I said with firm head-shakes for emphasis. “I remembered your orders.”

“Orders. An unpleasant word. Try to search for another,” she suggested.

I ran through the dictionary and thesaurus of my mind. “Your directions, then,” I tried.

“Better, darling.” She set her glass down. “And your clitty, now? Is it hard?”

A blush, again. “Yes, Madam.”

She smiled, something I took as a positive sign. “Are you quite finished with your bath, darling?”

“Yes, Madam, I am clean and refreshed.”

“Wonderful.” She stood, and closed the bathroom door and pointed at a large, thick, terry cloth robe. “Once you are dried off, slip into that, and then come out to see me.”

“Right away, Madam,” I assured her. I was true to my word, wondering what pleasures this second evening together might hold. I wrapped myself in the robe, and it felt warm and snuggly against my freshly-bathed skin. I returned to her.

She saw me coming, as I glanced around to once more see that she had lit the room only by candles. Her glasses shone little dancing reflective points of light. I came close, and stood there.

“What underwear did you wear to work today?”

“My usual underwear,” I replied honestly. “I gave thought to wearing the panties, Madam, I really did, but…”

“I see,” she said and I felt a deeper pang of disappointment in myself for letting her down. “Why did you opt for your boy undies?”

“I…” My hesitation was obvious. Why did I? “I wasn’t sure what to do this morning.”

“Ah, I see. A moment of indecision. Such moments are to be expected. I do hope that you will not let me down further? Tomorrow?”

I gulped, as my mind tried to come to grips with wearing satin panties all day while at work. “I will not disappoint you, Madam,” I affirmed.

“Well, it’s not really an act that is worthy of punishment, but I do wonder my sweet sissy boy, if you will indulge me this evening?”

I nodded. “Of course, Madam.”

“Disrobe, my sweet sissy,” she said. As she spoke, she shifted forward on her couch, and opened the gauzy housecoat, to expose her legs. She crossed her right leg over her left, and then looked up at me. “Now then, my indulgence is that this evening I wish to spank you. Not to punish, but because I feel I must.”

“Of-of course, Madam,” I lurched a little.

She pointed, and I bent over. She adjusted me, until my soft abdomen was directly over her upper leg. Her hand fell to my bottom, and began sliding around slowly. Each movement sent tingles – of excitement and foreboding – through me. All of which sped directly to my clitty, which remained fully zenci porno erect and growing demanding for touch.

“I do so love to spank,” she said, her hand roaming in slow, large circles, passing back and forth from cheek to cheek. “I find nothing brings me closer to my sweet sissy boys that a slow, intimate spanking over my knee,” she continued. Her hand lifted away, and she brought it down with a solid slap. There was a brief hit of a sharp sting, which quickly dulled and not long after, died off completely. “My sissy boys love to be over my knees. Some have been known to misbehave, simply because they want it so badly.” The second slap came, this one a trifle louder, and on the same spot. I felt the pain bloom grow a little more intense, spread a little wider, and last a little longer. And it resulted in more throbbing.

“You see, it brings us together,” she said. *slap* “You are held by me, entangled over me, quite unable to escape.” *slap* “It’s it lovely to be so entangled?” she asked, moments before delivering another *slap*.

I winced, as I stared at the carpet, wondering why the spanking felt so deliciously naughty. Painful, yes, but naughty, and it aroused me more. *slap* As her hands resumed roaming, my skin pricked uncomfortably. *slap* That one, delivered with precision to the same spot, brought more than a wince – this one came with a slight whooshing exhale. *slap*

“I can see you squirming, my sweet sissy boy. Are they hurting you now?”

“Yes, Madam,” I said, and as I replied she hit the same spot once more. My “Madam” became something more like “Madammmmmmmm” from the strike.

“Squirming, yet you have no thought of escape, do you, my sweet sissy?” *slap*

“No Madam!” I yelped this a little.

“Of course you do not.” *slap* “I find that carefully delivered spankings carry a great deal of pleasure, for us both.” *slap* “As I can feel your hard little clitty bouncing against my leg, would it interest you to learn that between my legs I am feeling quite hot, and decidedly moist?”

My groan of pleasure morphed into a mewl of discomfort as another *slap* was rendered. “Yes, Madam!”

“Oh so feel such wetness, such arousal, for us both,” she whispered, just before *slap*. “Your hard clitty…”

“Yes, Madam, my clitty is hard!” I moaned this. *slap* “Owwww,” I finally blurted.

“Shhhh, my sweet sissy. It’s quite all right to have your cute little bum spanked,” she added. *slap* “You do have a most adorable bum, I must say,” she continued.

“Thank-” *slap* “…YOU…Madam,” I managed. My breathing was coming a little faster.

“You’re quite welcome, darling.” *slap* “And your bum, so wonderfully red right now!” she whispered. *slap*

“Th-thank you, Madam,” I gasped. Each slap brought with it an intensified blast of sharp pain, and each time the return to that more distant, tolerable ache felt delayed.

*slap* “You are most welcome.” She rubbed my bum slowly several times. “And now, for the end.”

*slap* *slap* *slap* *slap* “Oowwwweee!” *slap* *slap* “Please Madam!?” *slap* *slap* *slap* “Mmmm ohh it hurts-” * slap* *slap*

“Shhh, sissy, shhhh,” she comforted me. Her hand glided smoothly over my bottom once more. “It’s all right my sweet sissy.”

“Th-thank you Madam,” I managed to stammer in a near-normal tone.

“Let’s stand you up now, my lovely sissy,” she said, and eased me out of my position, until I was once more standing in front of her. She looked at my hard clitty, and smiled as she tilted her head back at me. “You have quite the stiff clitty,” she praised me.

“Thank you, Madam.”

“Turn around. You see that coffee table?” I turned, and saw it, and told her I did. “Take a seat on it. I wish to inspect your feet.” I sat, wincing as my weight settled upon that spot that was still flaming red and itchy/tingly. I did my best to remain still, and offered her a foot. “Tsk tsk. There’s no use,” she said softly and heavily. “I have a new task for you, darling.”

“Yes, Madam?”

“You will get a mani-pedi. Many men do it. And I must say this, too.” She paused, her eyes boring into mine, making her point very clear indeed. “You will not be invited to return until you have had your mani-pedi.”

“Yes, Madam.” Naturally, I resolved to do it tomorrow.

“Excellent.” She stood, and invited me to stand. She tapped my bum, indicating that I was to follow her to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, she once more laid atop her covers, propping her back up against her headrest with multiple pillows. She guided me to her sex, and bade me to worship.

I was once more thrilled to be able to provide this luxurious, erotic service to her. She achieved her orgasm, a quiet, fast one, and then had me lie on the bed, next to her.

“Tonight’s task,” she said, “will be conducted at your own apartment again.”

“Yes, Madam?”

“Tonight you learn to masturbate like a sissy,” she proclaimed. “How do you usually do it, with aldatma porno a full-handed grip?”

It was disconcerting to have to answer such personal questions, yet thrillingly erotic to do it. “Yes, usually Madam,” I said.

“Usually? Please elaborate, dear.”

“Sometimes I just go lightly, or with only a couple of fingers.”

“Ah, I understand. Well, what do you think about when a woman masturbates?”

“That it is sexy. Her hands, in her panties, slowly stroking her organ, her clitoris,” I replied.

“Yes! That is exactly right. A slow, gentle touch. Do you know that clitties have a little button on them, similar in fact to a woman’s clitoris?”

“Yes, the spot right behind the head,” I said, and pointed to my clitty.

“Touch it for me,” she suggested, and watched as I pressed my index finger to that spot just below the head. “Correct,” she said softly.

“So your task, this evening, will be to masturbate like a good sissy. You will use only the tip of your index finger. You will stroke your clitty, playing gently with your clitty-spot. I encourage you to wear your stockings when you do this. Your legs should be spread, and perhaps bent at the knee.” She drew her body into the proscribed position, reaching down between her own legs to show me. I nodded, seeing her eyes upon me. “You will savor your time. It is your body. Get to know it, in its most intimate ways. This is not a race to simply spill your sissy cream. This is a time for indulgence. You are indulging in your own sexuality. Succumb to the pleasure of touching your clitty, and you will be rewarded with a powerful, satisfying orgasm.”

“I understand, Madam,” I said as my voice shook a little.

“You will, of course, continue the practice of cleaning up your sissy cream with your mouth and tongue,” she added.

“Yes, Madam.”

“Then you may go tonight, my sweet sissy. For I am exhausted, and it is neither fair to you nor I for either of us not to be fully engaged.”

“I understand, Madam. Thank you.”

She smiled sweetly. “You’re welcome, darling. Please, lock the door when you leave. Oh, and one more thing?”

“Yes, Madam?”

“Take your sweaty clothing, but do not wear it to return to your apartment. Go nude.”

“Y-yes, Madam,” I said. As I had done the night before, I peeked out and saw on one. The keys were ready in my hand, and I ensured her door would lock after closing. I closed it, and scurried to my unit, and let myself in. I closed the door behind me, and hurried to my bedroom.

It was a very different sensation, I quickly realized. My legs, encased the silky hosiery, felt so sexy and slippery. I loved moving them around, even my feet on the bed. I laid back, with my legs spread wide, my balls dangling under my clitty, and felt a sense of vulnerability. Yet the slow, teasing touch – my god. I was moaning and making little noises of pleasure from nearly the start of just using my fingertip to complete my masturbatory task. I was there for quite a while, the build slow and steady, and towards the end, mind-numbing in its need.

Finally, I squirted my sissy cream. My hips rose from the bed and I gulped air, yelping in pleasure, as my clitty spurted its cream. Cascades of cream covered my belly, and I was more eager this time to get the dollops onto my fingers, and drop them into my mouth. At one point I found myself greedily slurping on creamy fingers. And like the night before, having achieved such a powerful orgasm, slipped easily into the needed slumber.

The next day I went to work with the panties. They were tight, and each step I took rubbed my bum in a deliciously subtle, sexy manner. I felt slightly engorged all day long, although never as much as when I quietly asked my co-worker Shana where a good place was for a man to get a mani-pedi.

“Oh?” she had asked, surprised, and curious, but pleased anyway. She asked where I lived, and after we looked at a few places, pointed a good one out. “They’re great, just make sure that you have tip money,” she advised.

“I do, and I will. Thanks.”

“Let me know what you think,” she said. “I want my boyfriend to get one with me. Maybe you telling me about it will make it easier for me to convince him!” she suggested. I brightly confirmed I would tell her all about it, and called and made an appointment.

I realized that it was a luxury, to have someone teasing and primping your nails. The lady was duly horrified with my feet, and spoke in rapid-fire native tongues to her coworkers. None at least looked at me, and then giggled in that mean-girl way. Once done, my feet felt scrubbed and simply wonderful, and my nails were cleaned and polished. I was admonished time and again not to bite my nails – a failing I’d tried a lifetime to stop. Afterwards, I felt like it had been the best seventy-five bucks I’d spent in a long time, and I was hopeful that Madam would be equally enthralled.

After I texted her to let her know that my feet were done, she sent a few big smiley face emoticons as a text reply. Then, simply: “8pm.”

At 8PM I knocked on her door. It was open, and I heard her invite me in from inside. I walked in closing the door carefully behind me, and joined her, in her typically-candle lit living room.

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Enslaved by Marilyn Ch. 04

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It was with much trepidation I headed to my next model/slave session with my Goddess Marilyn. A new model was going to be introduced for this session and it had filled me with utter dread. This nude modelling/slavery thing was new to me and I was only just getting used to being submissive to Marilyn and here she was again taking me out of my comfort zone, if considering the pain she inflicted on me, you could call it that. Through a process of elimination, I’d concluded it would definitely be a female model and I couldn’t imagine the female being naked. No way. Marilyn had told me that the female body was forbidden and that I could never satisfy a woman. Could it be a male model? That filled me with even more dread. A male would be a rival and what if Marilyn decided to use HIM as her slave also. With the dreadful thought of that occurrence my eyes were turning unmistakably green.

“OK loser, strip. Everything off immediately.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Oh God I was more nervous than usual and there were no niceties this time; it was immediately down to business. However, I was glad to get the order to strip as I so much loved being naked for Marilyn. It just felt so natural and I must confess, sensual.

“Right see that mat on the floor?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Lie down on it and shave the front of your legs.”

Marilyn handed me an electric shaver. It was a lady shave which made me like it more. I quickly got to work removing the hair on my legs before lovely Marilyn knelt down and removed the hair on the back of my legs and butt. It felt nice.

“OK Josh, turn round for me. There’s an obedient little boy.”

“Certainly Mistress,” I replied. I was then told to bend my knees and spread my legs which I did as she removed the hair around my genitals. I cowered with the fear of feeling pain.

“Do not be so pathetic Josh. I am not going to hurt you. I always give you prior warning if I’m going to cause you pain.”

“Thank you Mistress. I realise that but I’m glad you reassured me.”

After shaving my scrotum Marilyn ran the lady shave along the shaft of my cock which was the highlight. Feeling the vibrations and the power of the device made me feel very weak and vulnerable. She then moved onto my abdomen and chest till I was smooth all over. The body hair removal was something I found very enjoyable. As I examined my new smooth look I couldn’t believe the difference. My body was obviously much less course and my genitals sex izle were more prominent and most importantly, looking larger.

I was told in no uncertain terms that during this session I would be in slave mode so I was to remain respectful, obedient and to only talk when spoken to. This was nothing new but usually during the portrait sessions we would hold conversations before I converted to my role as submissive. Marilyn then presented me with a new item to wear. It was a slave collar. Black and leather, it fitted around my neck and had a metal ring in order to attach a leash. I positively loved it.

“Do you realise what a lucky boy you are to be provided with this?”

“Yes Mistress I am truly honoured!”

What I loved most about it was that it was an item of clothing that I now would wear but instead of in any way covering my modesty it was merely further emphasising my nakedness. As we awaited the arrival of my fellow model, I was told to kneel in front of Mistress Marilyn with my head bowed just inches away from her sexy black stockings which I hoped to kiss and lick before the day was out. The door bell rang and Marilyn answered the door.

“Hello Stacey.”

“Marilyn darling, you get more beautiful every time I see you and that low cut blouse is stunning. Will I go upstairs and change?”

“Yes please do honey.”

About 10 minutes later I was introduced to the very sexy Stacey. With long blond wavy hair, golden coloured skin and a cute face, I was immediately attracted to her. She was solidly built but in no way fat with sizeable tits. Dressed in high heels, stockings and suspenders and a black and white corset she began with,

“So this is your slave? Aww he looks so cute all shaven and with that little collar.”

I knelt down and kissed her hand and she said, “Wow I’ve never done a model session with a naked boy before!”

Stacey then reached into a plastic bag and stated, “Here Marilyn, I’ve got it.”

She then proceeded to produce a dog leash which she handed to Marilyn. Marilyn then attached it to my collar and told me that today’s session would follow the theme of dominant females and submissive males. Just my favourite subject I thought to myself. Stacey sat on the sofa with her gorgeous legs apart and I was told to sit between her legs and she held the leash. I was told that for added eroticism I was to place both my hands on her left leg which I did happily and I was also expected to alt yazılı porno kiss her left thigh. This artistic sacrifice was something I would just have to force upon myself! I cheekily placed a couple of practise kisses on her left thigh to which she playfully slapped me on the head. As the session began so too did the conversation.

“Are you still seeing Bobby, Stacey?”

“That fucking dickhead. I don’t know why I waste my time on him. See the trouble with men is the only thing they can do well is get hard ons and when that happens they wanna cum and to hell with our needs. I should really get myself a submissive like you Marilyn. Someone who’ll show me some respect.”

“That’s why I adore dominating naughty boys. They’ve got to learn our needs come first and only when they satisfy us can they get a reward.”

“I bet slavedog here wanks all the time. Slaveboy do you wank?”

I was totally taken aback by the abruptness of this question. I briefly didn’t know what to say before deciding honesty was the best policy.

“Yes Stacey I do wank.”

“Ha ha! Wanking is for losers who can’t get girls. Yeah I’ll bet he’s jerking off about you every night! Do you wank about Marilyn?”

Oh God the questions were getting more personal.

“Yes my Mistress is the only woman I masturbate about.”

Not knowing the reaction I was going to get, luckily I seemed to have provided the right answer.

“Haven’t you considered keeping him under lock and key Marilyn?”

“Yes that is most certainly part of the plan,” she replied.

This sounded most mysterious. What did lock and key mean? Locking me in a room or in a box? It nevertheless sounded rather exciting.

“Do you know he likes to wear my panties Stacey?” Marilyn mischievously revealed.

“Ha what a little pervert!” replied Stacey.

“Just last week he underwent his first masturbation session under my supervision as a reward.”

Now my humiliation was complete.

“However, you won’t be wanking yourself off this week slave. No your reward this week is gaining your slave leash and collar. However, I just might let you kiss my feet and legs.”

Wow this week Marilyn was in her nylons and I might be allowed to kiss them. Gosh being allowed to kiss and smell her feet and legs would be better than sex with any girl I could’ve picked up on a weekend.

Once the portrait was finished Stacey let go of my leash altyazılı sex izle and got up off the sofa. Then suddenly the phone rang and Marilyn went and answered it. Whilst Marilyn remained on the phone I went to go into the kitchen. Stacey stood in front of me, blocking my path. Suddenly cupping my balls in her left hand and holding the back of my neck with her right hand, she kissed me twice on the lips.

“Come to my place after this. I’ll give you a handjob!”

Gasping in deep amazement I replied, “I..I can’t. I will remain loyal to my Mistress.”

“Your loss,” Stacey replied abruptly.

Hot and flustered I headed into the kitchen with a light headedness and throbbing in my dick which quickly subsided once I had gathered myself together. Stacey may be beautiful and sexy and the way she talked turned me on but she could never be as fantastic a Mistress as Marilyn and Marilyn was all I wanted.

“Well I better be going. I think I can afford to miss loser here getting a boner whilst he worships your feet.”

Luckily I was allowed to worship my Mistress’ feet and legs. With Marilyn now taking control of the leash, I knelt down with my penis already erect in anticipation.

“You love my legs don’t you boy?”

“Oh yes I do so much.”

“Right then I want you to start with my right foot and you can work your way as high as my knee but any higher than that is strictly forbidden.”

I immediately got to work kissing along the outside of her stockinged foot. After previously worshipping her barefoot it was very exciting to worship the silky outer layer that was her stockings. That’s what I love about women: the beauty and softness of their lingerie; men could never wear clothing as smooth and sensual as this. It was amazing just how at one with her feet and legs the stockings had become: a nylon sheath surrounding her shapely legs. What made it so erotic was that the flimsiness of the garment was in stark contrast to the power they had over me. Once I had kissed, sniffed and licked both her lovely legs Marliyn asked, “Did you like that?”

“Yes that was a beautiful experience.”

“Then you can thank me.”

“Thank you for letting me kiss your lovely feet and legs Mistress.”

Now I was needing to cum so badly. I hoped that Marilyn would remove her stockings and I would have them wrapped around my face and then be allowed to wank. However, what she had in store for me couldn’t have been more different. She ordered that I stand in front of her which I did. Then she produced a little plastic contraption which was going to be attached to my genitals. Now I knew what lock and key meant! To my astonishment and horror, I was going to spend the next week till we met in chastity!

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The Dream Job Pt. 06

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Paul was in his office at work wiping the tip of his dick off with a couple tissues as Jasmine was getting dressed again off to his side. She had decided to surprise him and had popped into his office for a lunchtime quickie. His ass was still tingling from the vigorous fucking she’d given him, bent over his own desk. They chatted casually as they adjusted their clothes.

He confessed to her that he and Debbie were feeling a bit down lately. They had been trying to get pregnant for a few months now and nothing seemed to be working. Jasmine had an idea and her inspiration seemed to flow like a river. She invited them back out to her home outside the city for the upcoming three-day holiday weekend. They packed overnight bags and drove out the next day after he’d gotten home from work.

They parked and approached the door, but nobody answered when they rang the bell. Debbie tried the knob and it opened to her touch, unlocked. As they passed through the foyer the mystery became clear. Jasmine lay back on the chaise lounge as Marta rode her long brown lady-cock like a cowgirl. They were both moaning softly. The wet squishy, slapping sound of their fucking was deeply arousing.

“Oh, hey guys!” Jasmine called to them as they approached slowly. Marta turned to face them and laughed, keeping a steady pace on Jasmine’s rod.

“Hello Mister Paul, Miss Debbie! Mmhh…hhhmmm… please come in. Help yourselves to drinks and relax. I finish off Miss Jasmine real quick.” she giggled and adjusted her position, planting her feet at Jasmine’s sides. She was wearing a custom French Maid’s uniform that Jasmine had created for her. Her big titties had spilled out over the front and Jasmine sucked greedily at her long nipples. The white thigh-high stockings accentuated the dramatic curve of her thighs and legs and the little black Mary Janes she wore on her tiny feet were just adorable. Squatting low, she clamped her strong vaginal muscles around Jasmine’s rigid lady-cock and rapidly stroked up and down.

“MMmm! Hhhah! Ay si, abuelitaaaa…mmmm… HHnggg-mmm…” she cried out as she emptied her load up into Marta’s experienced snatch.

They came back from the kitchen with their drinks as Jasmine rose and tied her silky housecoat around her waist, still catching her breath. Marta was a reliably great fuck, mmm! She had made the housecoat herself and it was designed to exhibit her assets enticingly. The dark circles of her nipples were clearly visible through the sheer white fabric and it opened up at the bottom like curtains, falling aside to frame Jasmine’s long brown cock like a sculpture in a museum. It was still wet from Marta’s pussy and a little drop of cum dangled at the tip.

“Sorry guys,” she said warmly as she crossed the room to greet them “We got a little caught up in our own thing there, I guess. Marta really likes her new outfit. I’ve made one for you as well Debbie. Come follow me, I’ll show you.” She followed Jasmine downstairs to her workshop. Marta adjusted her outfit and turned to smile warmly at Paul as he sipped his beer.

“You like, Mister Paul?” she posed for him, turning this way and that “I like it. Mmm, makes me feel so sexy.” she gave a little twirl. It was your basic French maid fetish outfit but custom made to frame her curvy little body perfectly. As she turned he noticed the skirt was just short enough to let her plump ass cheeks peek out easily as she moved and the cups of her corset were just shallow enough that the huge brown circles of her nipples peeked out over the top. Have mercy.

“Come now, I have treat for you.” she giggled, leading him to the dining room. She sat him down at the end of the table and hopped up onto the smooth granite surface, spreading her white stocking-clad thighs in front of him. Her salt and pepper pubic hair was trimmed short but very lush. Her swollen labia spread out enticingly and he could just make out the opening of her pussy beginning to dribble Jasmine’s hot load of cum out onto the table. She hooked one of her little feet around behind his neck without a word and he let her pull his face down into her steamy snatch.

He lapped at her hot musky cunt like a thirsty dog, gulping up Jasmine’s sticky load. He sucked hungrily at her big clit and she giggled happily to herself as she came on his face. “Aaah! …hmmm! Mmm, so good!” she sighed as she hopped down, leading him downstairs. He followed like a loyal pet, his cock hard and heavy like lead in his pants.

They found the others down in the workshop. Debbie’s new outfit was identical in design to what Jasmine was wearing but in a dark blue that contrasted beautifully with her deep red shoulder length curls and pubic mobil porno hair. She had grown it out a bit in recent weeks to trim and sculpt it into a little red heart shape. The tapering bottom of it pointed down at her clitoris. She gave a twirl and smiled at her husband. He gave a whistle of appreciation.

They all filed up to the bedroom that the Thompsons had slept in on their previous visit. Jasmine laid out the plan. Paul would not be allowed to cum until Debbie was ready. He sat in an armchair at the far end of the bedroom, his hands bound behind him in padded cuffs while the three ladies gathered on the bed. His clothes were in a pile off to the side and his cock was still at full mast. He was allowed to watch but nothing more. Not until Miss Jasmine said so.

Debbie was radiant in her sheer blue dressing gown. She looked like a virgin bride on her wedding night as the ladies kissed and caressed her. She moaned softly to herself as Jasmine descended to lap gently at the warm pink flower of her vulva. Marta had popped her huge soft titties out of her top again and Debbie sucked hungrily at her long brown nipples, moaning softly.

Paul was practically drooling now. His hard dick stood straight up and his balls had begun to ache slightly. At Jasmine’s direction, he hadn’t ejaculated since their last encounter and had built up a considerable load that now needed to be unloaded.

The ladies continued their extended foreplay session with Marta now scooting down next to Debbie to suck and squeeze her firm milky-white breasts. He needed to fuck her now. He shifted his gaze to Jasmine who was slurping hungrily at her steamy pink pussy and in a moment she lifted herself up on her elbows and turned to face him, her face wet with pussy juices and saliva.

“OK Paul, I think she’s ready. You’re up.” she walked over and released him from his cuffs, but held him back when he tried to sprint to the bed. She directed them both into a precise position. She lay on her back with a pillow propped under her curvy hips, her legs up and back, spread wide. Her little pink toes pointed up to heaven. He stationed himself above her and slid his rock hard dick deep. With a little focus and jostling he felt the tip of his penis press against her cervix and moaned at the sensation. She was cooing softly to herself as Marta stroked her hair and face gently like a sexy grandmother.

“Now just hold that position, both of you.” Jasmine instructed “You need to try to ejaculate directly into her womb for the best chance at fertilization. Just let me take care of the rest.” She smiled her predator smile at Marta who giggled softly. Here she goes.

They complied as best they could but Paul could tell he wouldn’t be able to cum without thrusting in her pussy, hot and tight though it was around his rigid prick. Jasmine moved behind him now and pressed down on his lower back with her long fingered hand. Her other hand was stroking her lubed up cock to full erection. She slid the fleshy arrowhead of it’s tip inside him and took mental aim at his prostate. Holding him in place with her hand, she slid inside deep, nudging firmly against his G-spot. He yelped at the intense sensation and Debbie stroked his face and hair. “Just hold still, baby. You’re doing good.” she smiled in lustful anticipation, her vagina giving an involuntary squeeze.

He moaned loudly as Jasmine withdrew and thrusted forward again and again, a little harder each time, fucking her long brown cock directly at his prostate. Her pelvis started to make a light slapping sound against his ass ass she thrust her meaty tool in to the base and soon…

“Uhh! UHhh! UHH! UHHH-ahh fuck yyyesss…..” he cried out as he felt his hot load surge through his cock. His whole body clenched up, locking in place as his wife cried out in joy and pleasure beneath him.

“Oh yes, baby! Ahhh, that’s so good! So good.” she kissed his face and he collapsed on top of her. His deposit made, he was spent. Jasmine rolled him to the side as Marta directed Debbie to hold her legs up, and lay still for a bit with her ass still propped up on the pillow. She ducked down and licked softly at her swollen pink clit until the pert young redhead moaned with deep pleasure to the pulse of a slow throbbing orgasm.

“Very good, both of you. Now for my deposit.” Jasmine smiled at him like a hungry carnivore and threw his ankles back. His legs pinned back and resting on her shoulders, she fucked his ass deeply with long steady strokes, taking her time. He groaned loudly, unable to control himself. Soon he felt her speed up as her breathing grew more ragged and suddenly she thrust urgently and grunted “HNNGG-MMM… alman porno HHHuh….HMMMG!” as she pumped her cum into his depths.

Rolling off of him to the side, breathing heavily, she nudged him toward Debbie and they cuddled together. Marta gave them both an affectionate pat and said goodnight before retiring to her own bedroom.

“Well I hope that works for you guys.” Jasmine said, getting up now “And I hope it was as fun for you as it was for me.” she giggled and winked at Paul. “Help yourselves to anything in the kitchen if you want. Mi casa es su casa, as they say.” She left to clean up and get ready for bed. “I’ll see you in the morning. Sleep tight.”

They lay close together on the bed, holding each other. She could feel it. She decided to wait until she saw the test result to say anything, but somehow she knew it. They were going to have a baby now. She wrapped her arms around her husband, kissing his face and mouth. They were going to have a baby!

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Later that night Paul, unable to fall asleep, headed downstairs to grab a light snack. He heard the front door close loudly and turned to see a tall slender black woman striding through the foyer pulling a wheeled carry-on bag to the edge of the living room. Her skin was like midnight, a living statue carved from the sweetest dark chocolate. Her hair was cut very short and faded quickly down the sides and back of her head with maybe a quarter inch of neatly trimmed volume on top. A small bleach-blond peak stood at the center of the front of her hairline, the sides of it sloping away dramatically like a golden tiara fit for a princess. Her ears were cute little black question marks punctuated at the bottom by large diamond stud earrings. The nipples of her modest A-cup breasts could be seen poking through her silky white halter-style blouse. Below that a tight fitting white mini-skirt quickly gave way to her long dark slender legs. Her flat gold sandals gleamed in stark contrast to her feet.

As he descended the last couple steps Paul was suddenly aware that he was dressed only in his boxers and the tip of his penis had slipped out through the front flap. He tucked it away again in a flash and his cheeks flushed red.

“Oh shit, sorry – haha.” he stammered at her.

Annika just giggled and smiled warmly at him, her bright white teeth beaming out at him from behind her full dark pouty lips. They seemed to form a kissy face posture even when fully relaxed and the soft dark skin of their surface held a small accent of pink where they met together.

“No worries, love.” she sat her bags down and turned to approach him extending her hand “If what Jasmine has told me about you is true, we will soon be good friends. No need to feel embarrassed. You must be Paul.” He nodded dumbly at her.

She spoke with an accent that he couldn’t quite identify, it almost sounded British but with much different tone and cadence. It was Dutch. She had been adopted from an Ethiopian orphanage at the age of eighteen months and had been raised in The Netherlands by a kind-hearted and very wealthy coal magnate and his wife.

“Hallo, I am Annika Volg. I suspect that Jasmine did not tell you to expect me here tonight.” she shook his hand warmly and her fingers gripped slightly at his when he pulled it back. She stood very close to him, smiling.

“Uh, yeah. I… guess she didn’t. We’ve been a little preoccupied tonight though, so…” he trailed off.

“Yes, I have heard this too. Jas texted me along my way here from the airport.” she stepped closer and deftly slipped her long fingers through the fly of his shorts, quickly finding the tip of his dick and pulling it out again, then shifting her grip and holding the flaccid length of it fully in her hand.

“Woah, hey! Uhh… Nice to meet you… I guess?” he laughed nervously.

“It’s very nice to meet you too.” she beamed at him pulling him to the side by his dick like a fish on a line. She’d landed a big one. She laid a hand on his chest and pressed him against the wall closing the remaining distance between them, pressing her face into the crook of his neck, and taking a long slow sniff up the length of it where she nipped at his earlobe. He gave a soft “ooh!” of surprise. “Mmm, you smell good, little man. I think I like you already. Let’s find out for certain, hmm?” She raised an eyebrow at him and without warning, grasped him by the wrist and shoulder spinning him in place and slammed him against the wall, his arm pinned behind his back, held in place by the iron grip of her fingers. That was more than just strength. She had had training, like some alexis texas porno kind of sex ninja.

“Ah! Hey-I… w-wait a minute, wha…?”

“Shhhhh…” she soothed him, pressing forward to whisper into his ear. Her full lips rubbed against the edge of it as she spoke. “Hush now, liefje. I won’t hurt you.”

Her free hand slid down to stroke and cup his well toned ass. She gave a light grunt of approval and yanked his shorts down his thighs. “Just relax now. We are going to become good friends, you and I.” She hiked up her skirt and reached down to un-tuck her thick black lady-cock. He couldn’t see it but he felt it slap against his ass as she unfurled it with a sigh of relief. It had been a long flight and her massive tool had been concealed in confinement for what now felt like days. It swelled and stiffened as she slid the bulbous tip up and down his crack. He took a deep breath and tried to ready himself. Here we go again.

She pressed it to the pucker of his asshole and it slid through with less resistance than she had expected. Jasmine must have already come through here tonight. She slid her remaining length into him in a brisk but steady thrust and gave a soft moan of satisfaction. A snug fit, and delightfully warm. It had been some time since she’d fucked a man’s ass. Too long.

“HHhaaahh! oh god….mmmmm” Paul moaned, his face still pressed against the wall. Her cock was noticeably thicker than Jasmine’s, particularly the plum sized head and the walls of his fuck tunnel were stretching. If he hadn’t already been warmed up from the previous fucking that evening, it probably would have been quite painful to be penetrated by Annika’s thick fuck stick so suddenly, but this wasn’t too bad. He took another deep breath and willed his sphincter to relax. He moaned quietly as she began to pull out and slide back in, lengthening her stroke gradually.

She released his wrist and gripped him by the hips. She inched back allowing him to lean over a bit and brace himself with his hands against the wall. She increased her pace, fucking him for real now. Her breathing sped up and she laughed out loud. The sound of it rang through the room like silver bells. Jasmine had been telling the truth. He WAS a great fuck. She gave him a couple fast hard thrusts, her pelvis slapping against his ass cheeks.

“Hey! Who said you could play with my toys!” Jasmine called to her in pretend outrage as she she walked down the stairs towards them.

Annika barely paused at all, fucking his ass with long firm strokes as she turned to face her oldest and dearest friend, laughing. “Ah, hallo Jasmine! Mmmnh… I hope you don’t mind that I, uhmm… let myself in.” They giggled together and Jasmine came closer to give her a warm kiss.

“He’s great, isn’t he?” she beamed with pride of ownership.

“Oh, yes.” she replied “A sweet ass, to be sure. Mmm, I think I may cum soon… yesss.” she fucked her thick black cock into him more roughly now and he grunted urgently with each thrust.

Jasmine stroked his hair and gave her a sharp slap on the ass, enjoying this front row seat at the show. “Yeah, fuck him good, Anni. He can take it.” she purred excitedly.

“Oh shit, Jas.” she muttered something in Dutch under her breath “Aahhh, yes! Ahyes-fuck, FFFFFFUUUUUCK!” she shot her warm thick load deep inside him as he whimpered like a cum-thirsty bitch. His half-erect dick dribbled a small puddle onto the floor.

She took a moment to recover and pulled out of him with a ‘ssslurp.’ Gently she turned him around again and kissed his mouth with a fatigued hunger, still breathing heavily. Her lips were so plump and warm. She was an amazing kisser.

“Mmmm, that was so good, liefje. Thank you.” she sighed and turned to embrace Jasmine. They wrapped their arms around each other and squeezed tightly. “Hallo, my love.” Annika whispered. “I have missed you terribly.”

“Mmmm, me too Anni. Come, lets get you cleaned up and settled. You must be tired after your trip.” She gathered up Annika’s bags and led her upstairs towards the master bedroom. She followed, turning briefly to give Paul a wink and blow him a kiss.

“Goodnight, sweet boy.” she giggled at him.

“…Goodnight, Annika.” he waved lamely and pulled his shorts back up in a daze. He just stood there for a moment waiting for his brain to catch up. Wow, he thought to himself. Another one. What are the odds? He staggered back up to the bedroom his wife was in.

“Did you get your snack?” she asked him sleepily, turning over to cuddle with him as he climbed into bed. He’d actually completely forgotten about that in all the excitement.

“Uh, yeah.” he lied absent-mindedly “just a bit of… chocolate.” So very dark, and so very sweet. She gave a sleepy ‘mmm-hmm’ of acknowledgement and drifted off, snoring softly. Paul lay there in the dark, one arm draped around her and waited for sleep to overtake him. What a day it had been!