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Enter the Alpha Ch. 01

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Reese came home, noticed the only light on was the bedroom light at the back of the hall. After putting his coat up and taking his shoes off by the door, he headed back toward the bedroom he shared with his girlfriend Catherine. They had been living together the past few years in the best relationship he’d ever experienced. When he got closer to the door which was slightly open, he hear Catherine moan and knew someone was in there with her.

Reese carefully opened the bedroom door all the way and looked at the beautiful scene in front of him. Catherine was sitting straddled on the lap of another woman who was sitting with her back against the headboard of the bed. Catherine’s nipple was in the woman’s mouth and the woman’s other hand was kneading Catherine’s other breast.

He felt his cock swell against his pants as he watched Catherine arch forward into the brunette’s mouth as she suck and licked her nipples. Reese watched for a few moments, excited and lost in the moment. Reese started removing his clothing and he saw the brunette open her eyes and look at him. A sly smile crossed her lips as she suckled on his girlfriend tits. He felt his cock stiffen at that look, knowing tonight would be fun at the very least.

Reese crawled up onto the bed fully naked, hard cock in full view of the brunette who smiled appreciatively at him. He winked at her as he got on his knees behind Catherine and slowly touched her skin on the sides of her hips. She moaned at the feel of his hands sliding over her skin from behind her. His hands slid up under her tits where the brunette was still playing with her nipples and he held them up, offering his girlfriend’s nipples for the brunette to do as she wished with.

Catherine arched back at this and he felt her hand reach behind her and started stroking his hard cock. Reese slid one of his hands down Catherine’s stomach and in between her thighs. He felt her pussy was already dripping wet and he smiled, enjoying her body’s responses. He slid a finger inside of her easily and felt her gasp and push against his hand demanding more.

Reese kept up the torture of his finger sliding in and out of Catherine as her friend sucked and pinched her nipples. He leaned down started gently biting her neck in a way he knew she loved, and slid his fingers up to start playing with her clit. Within minutes he felt Catherine riding his hand and watched as she grabbed the brunette and shoved her into her breasts. Catherine’s body stiffened up as she let out a yell, Reese kept rubbing her clit, watching her ride the wave of pleasure until she started coming down.

Reese leaned back and smiled when porno izle Catherine turned around and smiled at him, she said in a husky voice, “Welcome home Lover, meet Hanna, our toy for the night.” Reese smiled at the brunette, glad to now have a name for the sexy woman playing with his girlfriend’s body. Catherine moved off Hanna’s lap and turned to face Reese on her knees, she pulled him close to her and started kissing him. He pulled her naked body against his, loving the feel of her pressed against him. She pulled back from him and he waited to see the direction the women want to go.

Catherine leaned over and whispered something into Hanna’s ear and the brunette smiled as she crawled into a doggie style position , face down in the bed sheets on her hands and knees with her ass in the air. Reese looked at Catherine and raised an eyebrow in question. She smiled at him and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward Hanna’s ass and placing his hand on it, encouraging him to touch her. “Touch her Lover, I want to watch your hands play with her and make her wet.” Reese smiled, he need no further urging. He knelt behind Hanna’s beautiful round ass and slid his hands across her cheeks, enjoying the feel of her skin under his hands.

Reese lifted his hand and lightly tapped Hanna’s ass ad heard her whimper. “Again” He heard the ragged whisper and smacked her ass again slightly harder. He rubbed her ass and smacked every now and then, a little harder than the last time, each time he heard the satisfying whimper and moan Hanna ave him for his efforts. His hand slid down to move in between her thighs and felt her open her legs to give him better access. He slid his fingers across her pussy and felt the wetness there.

He looked over to Catherine who had been watching him the entire time. She loved watching him dominate, it turned her on to a high degree. He saw the fire burning already in her eyes as he slid a finger inside Hanna’s wet pussy causing her to moan loudly. He winked at Catherine and she crawled over to him, reaching in between him and Hanna, gripping his hard cock with her hand. While he slid fingers in and out of Hanna’s pussy, making her rock back against his hand demanding more, Catherine stroked his throbbing cock while she kissed him.

Reese felt Catherine pulling him up to his knees behind Hanna, and felt her guiding his hard cock towards Hanna’s sopping pussy. He watched as hi girlfriend slid the tip of his cock into the folds of the wet pussy in front of him. He looked to Catherine and watched the heat in her eyes as she encouraged him to slid into Hanna while she held onto his cock. When Reese was fully inside amatör porno Hanna, he grabbed her hips and slowly slid out, then back in, making her whimper and shove back against him.

Catherine got close to his ear and whispered to him in her beautiful husky voice, “I want to watch you dominate her Lover. She wants you to just fully own her for a few minutes tonight. Make her beg…” Reese felt his cock throb hard as he gripped Hanna’s hips harder and pumped in and out of her hard and fast a few times, making her start moaning louder. He stopped and went extremely slow, in and out, feeling how wet Hanna was getting. “Harder” He heard Hanna demand. He smiled and said firmly, “No.” She cried out in frustration and he felt her try to shove back against his cock. He held her firmly not allowing her to.

Reese very slowly and very deliberately kept sliding his cock in and out of Hanna as Catherine watched. After a few minutes he watched Catherine crawl up to the top of the bed and lean against the headboard, spreading her legs so he could see her wet pussy as her small hands slid down and start rubbing her clit while she watched him fuck Hanna in front of her.

He slid into Hanna hard one time, and stayed fully inside her, then leaned back and spanked h hard enough to leave a pink mark on her cheek. She jerked and moaned in delight. He saw Catherine react when he made Hanna moan and groan in pleasure. He withdrew and slammed into Hanna again spanking her other cheek. He got a satisfactory groan and felt her try to once again shove herself onto his cock when he withdrew from her. “You will do exactly as I say Hanna, or I won’t spank you anymore. Do you understand?” Reese said in a firm low voice. He watched as Hanna’s head nodded i the affirmative and he smiled at Catherine.

Reese withdrew from Hanna and turned around to lay on his back, his hard cock sticking straight up. “Now, be a good girl and come here, sit on my cock.” He said looking Hanna in the eyes. She blinked a couple times at the command in his voice and then obeyed eagerly, quickly crawling over and straddling his waist above his cock. Reese grabbed her hips and slowly guided her down, watching as Catherine’s hand came to help guide him back into Hanna. He loved watching her soft little hands grabbing his cock as he slid into a woman of her choosing.

When Hanna was fully down on his cock, he watched as Catherine knelt behind Hanna and slid her hands up the front of her friend, cupping her tits as Reese watched. He guided Hanna slowly up and down on his cock, teasing her as Catherine played with her nipples from behind. anal porno He felt Hanna starting to build with a huge wave and kept her riding him slow. “Hanna, look at me.” He said firmly. Hanna opened her eyes and looked at him, he smiled at her and said “Now cum.” Hanna exploded on him, he felt her body clench up and watch her convulse as she tried to keep riding him. Her scream of pleasure made him start pumping into her faster, harder, and he felt her building again. He waited until she looked at him again and demanded, “Cum.” Hanna convulsed on his cock for a second time and she was trying to catch her breath as she slid off him and to the side laying on the bed.

Catherine smiled wickedly down at Reese and he knew it was time to make his Lady happy. She challenged him in a way nobody else ever had, and he loved it. He watched the fire in her eyes, held her gaze as he got up and crawled over to her across the bed, making her lean back and fall onto her back with him hovering over her. When he was over her and he lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, she smiled at him and said in a demanding little voice, “Now fuck me like you mean it.” Reese slammed inside her, making her yell in pleasure.

He lifted her right leg over his shoulder and slid deeper into her, making her meet him thrust for thrust. He felt her climbing in excitement and locked eyes with her, “Catherine, you’re mine.” He said almost growling. She moaned and said in gasping breaths, “Yes!” He thrust harder a few times and then slowed down hearing her whimper in protest. He got closer to her face and held eye contact. He kissed her hard while he slid in and out slowly, teasing her. He pulled back just enough to see her eyes and said “Cum, now!” Catherine’s body exploded on him, he felt everything tighten up and she screamed while digging her nails into his back as she climaxed hard.

Reese kept stroking in and out of her a few times and then pounded into her, making her build fast and after he told her to cum, she cried out a second time and climaxed, drenching his cock in her juices. This sent him over the edge, his favorite thing was when he got her so excited she would squirt all over him as he fucked her. He came, filling her with cum as he slid in and out, prolonging the orgasm.

Reese was still breathing heavily when he fell to the side and lay on his back, he felt Catherine curl up next to him almost purring with satisfaction. He smiled over at Hanna who was sitting next to Catherine. “Nice to meet you Hanna.” Reese said half chuckling. Hanna laughed as she said “Oh it was absolutely a pleasure Reese. I hope to be invited back to take advantage of your…good nature soon.” Catherine nodded with her head on Reese’s shoulder still, “I’ll be calling you sweetie, that was very fun.” Hanna smiled at them as she slid off the bed and got dressed, leaving the lovers to themselves for the night.

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After college, the woman of my dreams approaches me.

She’s Lynda Bree, the hottest & most popular woman on campus, and I’m the shortest, porkiest man in my class.

“What could she possibly see in me?” I wondered.

“Hey there, stud. Meet me here for some fun.”

She hands me a piece of paper. It has a heart border and smells like her perfume. The “o”s are hearts, the “i”s are dotted in hearts.

it says; “Come to this address tonight to get fucked. This is NOT a joke.”

The address is below that. I’m not sure what to think; I’d been humiliated by these kind of pranks before. It seems as if everyone @ school, in fact, goes to great lengths to humiliate me.

But this one said succinctly; “This is not a joke.” With hearts for both “o”s and above both “i”s.

I decide to go. I have to risk it. If it ended up being Jimmy and his band of neanderthal jocks playing a prank, so be it.

As soon as I walk into the house, the scent of perfumes tickles my nostrils. I hear pop music playing from an upstairs bedroom and giggling women above me. It’s obvious from their voices they were excited. But what for? To fuck me? Am I actually attractive after all? Does my short stature make me “mysterious” or “exotic” in some way?

I keep asking myself these questions as I walk upstairs.

Down a hall, there’s a room with lights on in it. I walk to the room and with each altyazı porno step the smell of perfume and feminine flesh gets stronger.

Finally, I enter the room and see that I’m surrounded by the hottest chick from Colorado State University. I can’t hide my pitiful little boner.

They’re all SO gorgeous; each sexy in her own unique way. Some plumper, with breasts big enough to smother a guy my size, others supermodel-thin and tall and others of average size, with a “girl next door” thing going.

All of their legs are exposed (with short shorts, mini-skirts, panties, or swimwear) except for Lynda, who’s in blue-brown pantyhose.

They act nice to me, welcome me into the room, tell me they know I don’t get much play with the ladies. One even pulls out a soft, creamy tit, allowing me to fondle it a little. By now I’m rock hard, my little dick pressed against my inner khakis.

“How about ya take those shorts off, little guy. Let your boner breathe,” Lynda giggles sweetly.

“Yeah, we wanna see your COCK!” one of the plumper ones says, pressing her arms together in front of her to accentuate the size of her massive, sweaty breasts.

I unbutton, unzip, and remove my khakis quickly.

“Aw… it’s CUTE,” says Lynda, fingering herself.

“Fuck YES!” a tall thin brunette says, using a hairbrush as a dildo.

I can barely restrain amatör porno myself from cumming in mid-air. Lynda giggles and tells the others to cool it before I blow my load too soon.

I can barely believe what I’m hearing. Does this mean I get to fuck ALL of them?

Then Lynda curled her finger directing me to her.

“Get over here, LOVER. Let’s share some saliva!”

I start walking to her.

“No!” she orders, “CRAWL! Embrace the ANIMAL WITHIN!”

I get on my hands and knees and crawl to her, anticipating the delicious fullness of her lips, looking forward to the perfect saliva of a princess.

Then, inches away, my face only an inch from hers, a powerful force yanks me away. I’m being pulled away, and Lynda Bree is pointing and laughing at me.

I look around confused and go deep red as I see that ALL the ladies are laughing as my potbelly is dragged across the carpet.

Looking up at Lynda, her creamy tits jiggling as she chuckles loud as a siren, I feel it enter my asshole; a dick.

Not just a “dick” but a massive, manly COCK. It pushes deep inside me, I feel like it’s hurting my internal organs. Then it moves in and out getting harder and even longer.

As the width of it increases, I feel severe pressure on my asshole, I worry I’m bleeding, with tears in my eyes. Thoughts so humiliating they had never before amatör porno crossed my mind occur to me.

I shut my eyes to keep from seeing the ladies’ faces, contorted by cruelty, but I can’t tune out their loud, hearty laughter.

Eyes shut, I begin to think of HIM… the mysterious whoever-it-is who’s pounding my feminine little asshole.

I open my eyes thinking, “At least I can see their bodies if nothing else!”

I watch their legs and bellies and breasts. All so deliciously perfect. So beautiful in EVERY way. How could such angels be so CRUEL? How could they get such PLEASURE from my PAIN?

Tears roll down my face as the man pulls out of me. I can feel the cold air of the room blow into and through my gaping ass. Strong hands roll me over and I expected to see the face of the man.

Instead, I see a shower of sticky, hot semen spray my glasses, then hear him walk out of the room.

I pant like a tired dog on the floor, semen dripping from my glasses, tears dripping from my eyes, impressions of his powerful hands all over my used, abused body. Lynda speaks again.

“Ready! Set! Go!” she shouts and at “go” every giggling girl pull a camera from her purse and takes picture after picture of me in my most humiliated and abject moment.

I try to crawl from the room, out of breath. I feel piss drip from my shriveled dick as I do.

“Look at his VAGINA!” Lynda screams as I crawl.

“I KNOW!” another shouts, “What a fucking PUSSY he is!”

Then I hear the words that made the worst night of my life a million times worse;

“Get back here and lick our dirty asses, FAG, or these pictures hit the internet IMMEDIATELY!”

THE END

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Eliza’s Awakening

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I feel myself slowly coming back reappearing out of whatever darkness I was thrown into. My head feels foggy and I slowly roll my head back upright. In that moment I realize I cannot see, something is over my eyes. I try to reach the cloth from my eyes but can’t move my hands. I feel the icy cold against my wrists when I try to move them. I am chained. My brain and mouth want to scream but I wont, I can’t, I don’t know where I am at and not exactly sure that I want to alert whoever has me that I am awake.

My wrists are chained together, and I feel the same cold metal against my ankles. There are no sounds other than my breathing, which is getting heavier and heavier because I can’t control the fear of knowing I cannot move and don’t know how I got here. It is cool, and I feel small goose bumps start crawling up my bare skin. I attempt doing that psycho babble crap I had heard before. Think of your warm angora sweater Eliza. You know your favorite sweater, imagine sliding it down over your arms and head. Imagine its soft warmth, think not of how you feel now. You are not cold, you are not chained naked someplace not knowing what is waiting for you. Just think of something familiar and comfortable, calm yourself down.

It almost worked until I heard something like rusty metal creaking, followed by heavy footsteps. The footsteps were slow and calculated. The sound was coming from behind me which made me want to scream even more. I hate things coming from behind me. This has to be a nightmare. There is no way that this is real. Then I heard the footsteps stop. I felt heat radiating off whatever person that was standing there. The presence was heavy and felt large, had to be male. There was a slight smell of a musky cologne, it smelled slightly familiar, like one of the colognes you see out in the mall when you walk through the big department stores. Clean and musky, but definitely male.

He stepped closer. All I felt was hard muscles and warm skin up against my bare back. Part of my mind reveled in the warmth but my higher functioning brain kicked in and then I did scream. He clapped his hand over my mouth and it was large. His one hand covered most of the lower part of my face. My captor leaned his head down over my shoulder and whispered warmly in my ear “Woman, you are mine. I hunted you and chained you, and now you are mine for the taking. If you fight I will fight back and you will not ensest porno like it, but trust me I will enjoy every moment. Make your choice.”

I shivered and tried to scream again but it was muffled by his still lingering hand over my mouth. He stepped back and smacked my ass hard. It burned like a thousand bees stung me at once. I cried out. He smacked me again harder and I thought that I was going to faint. “The louder you scream the harder I hit.” he said very sternly. I whimpered and tears started streaming down my face. He laughed, “Yes, cry for me, I enjoy your tears.”

My mind was reeling and didn’t know how to process what was happening to me. The only thing that I could think of was what you hear every person say in the movies when they are captured by someone, “Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone I swear. Please just let me go.” I was begging, something I had never done before. He just started laughing again, “You will never be free again. I said you were mine for the taking and I meant it. ”

He walked back up to me and slid his hands between my legs. He started rubbing my clit. I was crying “Please no, please, please, please.” I was whimpering it desperately over and over again because it was all that I could think of. I was helpless and I hated it. He kept rubbing my clit and then slid two fingers into my pussy. I felt ashamed because my pussy was getting wet. “Mmmm, yes your body knows what it wants. Just shut your mouth and take it. You are my little slave and you like it.” I hung my head and was weeping. He started moving his fingers harder and deeper into my pussy and I started feeling it build deep in me. I knew if he kept moving his fingers in me that way that I was going to cum. It was the worst feeling in the world to know that my body was betraying me to a person that I didn’t even know.

My captor suddenly stopped, “Hmm, I feel your pussy clenching my fingers. I am not going to let you cum that easy. ” He shoved his fingers into my wet pussy one more time and then slid his fingers back to my ass. He forced his fingers in and I cried out. He scoffed and then shoved a third finger in . “Just wait, this is nothing. My hard cock is bigger, and I will make it fit up there.” All I could do is cry. He pulled his fingers out of my ass. I heard him step off to the side for a second and then he came back. When he shoved his fingers back up asyalı porno my ass they were coated with a slick and cool liquid. He started slamming his fingers in and out of my tight hole. It hurt, I had never had anything up my ass before and it was burning from the abuse.

He stepped off again and I reveled in the temporary relief of not having the pressure and pain of him finger fucking my virgin ass. When he came back I felt him start to push the head of his cock against my tight asshole. I wanted to scream again but I knew he would just hurt me more. The head of his cock started slipping into my ass and there was a sudden intense pain of him stretching me out. He was going slow, then grabbed onto my hips and pushed the rest of himself into my ass. I screamed, I couldn’t help it. The pain was intense and the pressure of him inside my ass was so foreign my body didn’t know how to process it. He leaned over to my ear and whispered to me again, “Yes, you are going to be my little anal slut today. You will learn to like your master’s cock in your ass and learn to beg for it. Tell your master how much you want me to abuse your ass and stretch it out. Tell me how much you like it.” I didn’t know what to do. It hurt and I really didn’t want him to move, but I was scared of what he would do to me if I didn’t tell him. I didn’t want to hurt anymore than what I already did. In a low voice I said, “I love you stretching out my ass master. Please do it more.” He laughed and started moving his cock in and out of my ass again. “I knew you liked it whore. Good little slut tell me louder. I want to hear you clearly. Tell me again what you want me to do to your devirginized ass!”

A little bit louder, which is all I could muster, I told him “I love the feeling of your large cock shoved in my ass, please keep fucking me hard. I want to feel you moving in and out of my ass.” My mind just collected and said things that I had heard in porno before but was so strange hearing it come out of my mouth. He must have liked it because he kept hold of my hips and started shoving his cock in and out of my ass again. The pressure of his cock pushing in and out of my ass is all I could focus on. The pain started subsiding and my body began betraying me again. His large cock was hitting something deep and a primal feeling started coming over me. I was moaning as he kept shoving his large cock gizli çekim porno all the way down to his balls in my ass. When I started responding to him, he wrapped his arms around my waist and commenced pushing in me faster. It was overwhelming, the feeling that was building up in me.

The faster he pushed the stronger the feeling became. He started groaning as well and I felt his cock begin growing thicker.

He pulled out of my ass, part of me was thankful and the other part wanted him to keep going to find out where the feeling I had was going to go. My captor walked away again and came back. His cock was slick again and slid it in my pussy. “You didn’t think that you were only going to get one hole violated did you?” he said in a gruff voice. I am not going to lie, at this point I had let everything but feeling drop away in my head. It felt good. He was long and thick and quickly started hitting a deep spot back in my pussy as well. He was bumping my cervix which I had always loved in partners before. I found myself moaning louder as his cock continued to grow thicker in my pussy the same as it did in my ass. I knew he was about to cum and the primal part of my brain wanted to feel it.

He was slower at fucking my pussy, sliding in and out his entire length and my muscles were gripping onto him with every move. I felt everything, every little move of his cock in me. Then it hit me. I started cumming and it was the most intense feeling that I had, had in my entire life. I felt my pussy clench onto him like it didn’t want to let go. I cried out and arched my back pushing myself harder onto him. My knees felt weak and if it wasn’t for the chains, I don’t think that I would have remained standing. He pushed into my pussy and few more times and I felt his cock start to throb, pumping his cum deep into my pussy. It was warm and felt like he wasn’t going to stop. He just kept shooting streams into me. My captor finally stopped and let his cock slide out of me. I felt cum begin to slide out of my pussy and down the inside of my leg.

My breath was heavy again but not from fear this time but from the intense pleasure that I had just experienced with a person that I should have been fighting back against and trying to get away from. He leaned back over my shoulder again and pulled my face around to his and kissed me on the lips passionately. “Now that I have came in you, you really are mine. Do you have a problem with that?” I quietly said, “No, I do not Master.”

At some points in your life you just have to give yourself over to things that may not make the most sense but provide you the most pleasure. Just like the constitution says “Pursuit of happiness” right?

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Ea Dulce Et Decorum Est Pt. 01-02

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Part 1

The glass doors parted and she stepped into the hotel lobby, in her black high-heels and beige trenchcoat. She felt naked, mostly because the trenchcoat and high-heels were in fact the only thing she was wearing. She strolled up to the reception desk, checked in, and received a keycard for his room. After receiving directions from the receptionist, she nodded with a smile and headed down a corridor to the right. She reached the lift and stood with another woman, both entering once the doors opened. Inside she saw a man and her heart fluttered, but it was not him. She took a deep breath, relaxed, and politely shuffled to the back. Her hand reached down between her legs and she pressed her coat against her labia in an attempt to tolerate the dampness. The mere sight of a man was enough to threaten the possibility of her own juices dripping down her leg. She was so aroused, and she had not even met with him yet.

He had bought a room on the top floor, so she spent a nervous few minutes watching people come in and out on her way to the top. No matter how much she tried to calm down, the knowledge that nobody in here except her knew that she was naked under this coat, was making her even wetter. She bit her lip, took another deep breath, and tried to force away the naughty thoughts of what he was about to do to her. And yet it seemed that ignoring her thoughts was impossible. By the time she reached her floor, the lift was empty besides her. The doors opened, nobody was on the other side waiting, and she peered out to check the corridor. For fear of getting stuck in the door, she practically lunged forward and then wrapped her coat around her naked leg. The only thing keeping her coat from falling open was a long belt made of the same fabric as the coat itself. Still there was nobody around, so she headed for his room.

“Check in at the desk, ask for Mr. Reign’s room key, and then meet me in my room.” These were olgun porno his instructions, and as she counted up the numbers on the doors her breaths became shallow. She was so excited, yet also so nervous. Her nipples were rubbing against the inside of the coat as she took each step, and she was walking so fast that she could feel a draft in her short black hair. She was not a masculine woman in the slightest, but she did look much better with her hair so short, that from behind she might be mistaken for a man. She was a pretty woman, with decently sized breasts, and her rear end was one that he liked to chew on. She bit her lip again, closing her eyes at the memory of all the times he had gorged himself on her rump, and then she opened her eyes again and focused before she could indeed drip down her leg. Room 69, he had a sense of humour. Now she knew why he had to reserve the room so far in advance.

She stood in front of the door and took a deep breath, all excitement and nerves replaced by a flush of heat throughout her body. Thoughts flashed through her mind as she reached her keycard towards the lock, and then there was a buzz and she snapped back to reality. She depressed the handle and pushed the door open, but there was nobody inside. A hand rested on her lower back and she tensed,

“Do not turn around. Do not look at me. Do not speak.”

Part 2

Her breath hitched, but she did as she was told and entered the room, keeping her eyes trained on the window opposite. The room was bottle-necked at first, before widening with a bed on the right, in the middle of the room, and a tv opposite. The ensuite-bathroom door was set into a diagonal wall, cut from the edge of the funnel. To her left was a wardrobe, and a table stood beneath the tv. He followed her in, she heard the door close gently, and then he spoke again.

“Turn to your right, hands against the wall, rear end porno out.” She hoped to get a glimpse of him as she turned, but he swiftly followed her body around so that he remained behind her, and with her palms on the wall at head-height she pushed her buttocks backwards, bending over slightly. Her backside pressed against his pelvis, and even through a coat and a pair of trousers she could feel the warmth of his stiff penis. She hummed, he grinned.

“Good girl. Stand still.” She felt the bottom of her coat lift at the back, and then two fingers slid from her anus to her clitoris. “It seems you have been thinking about me a lot.” She heard the licking and sucking of a tongue over fingers, “Delicious.” She grimaced and groaned. She hated being teased, and now he rested her coat on her lower back for better access to her legs. His tongue wiped up the inside of her right thigh and she squirmed in delight. “Would you like to have some fun?” She had been instructed to not speak, and had fallen for this trick in the past. Instead of speaking, she released some of her tension through a long moan, bending further backwards against his tongue. His fingers wiped down from her clitoris and pulled out from between her legs, taking one last suck of his fingers. “Stand up and turn around.”

The moment her feet were facing his, he leaned into her and pressed her back against the wall. Her eyes closed with his, her lips pouted as his came in, and they shared heavy breaths through their nostrils while his hands pressed her hips harder against the wall. His pelvis was forced against hers, her hands rushing over his body to hug him close, and then he pulled away with his hands on the wall beside her head. His face was so close, their noses almost touching, and she could feel his breath on her face. The intimacy, the heat of his proximity, she wanted to cry at how much he was teasing her. Then he spoke softly,

“I Porno izle have been wanting to kiss you again, for such a long time.” He did not give her a moment to think, reaching in for another kiss and holding her left cheek with his right hand. Her lips were so soft and tasty, their tongues meeting in her mouth. Her body was her temple, and his invading tongue liked to remind her that he had control over her even in her most personal space. Her hands hugged him tightly again, not wanting to let him go, and he smiled between kisses while his body leaned even harder against her. He was grinding against her, but she wanted more. As if he could read her mind, he pulled his face away but remained pressed against her. He stared into her eyes, noses skimming, “Untie your belt.”

Her hands were trembling with lust, itching to reveal herself as soon as possible. The quicker he had access to her body, the quicker she could scream. Her hands rose to her chest to pull the coat off, but his claws clenched around her wrists and he lifted them above her head. His left hand gripped her wrists like a pair of handcuffs, holding her arms high above her head, and his right hand cupped her cheek again for another kiss. They mixed moans with heavy breaths, groans and whimpers with flaring nostrils, and her chest heaved with unsatisfied desire. Her back was arching forwards, trying to hold as much of her body against him as possible, and with his leaning into her she had never felt so close. His face wrestled over hers, his own breaths so out of control, but he could not seem to satisfy his hunger for her lips. His right hand moved from her cheek to her clitoris, and with his rubbing fingers she shuddered. Finally she was getting what she wanted, with bliss flooding her legs. He pulled away, his face once again mere millimeters from hers.

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The Billy becomes Billie Story

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William Johnston read the notice again very carefully. It was posted on a Cross-Dressing Internet site he visited regularly. When he noticed the message on several more sites, he read it. Bill was not an active cross dresser or a transvestite but the idea fascinated him and had for several years. The ad read:

Attention Young Men:

We are offering a wonderful opportunity for a few good young men. You must be between 18 and 22 years of age, no more than 5′ 8″ tall and of a light or slim build. We need people with inquisitive minds and high IQs. Geeks and nerds may also apply. A free 4-year college education, room and board, clothing and a moderate wage will be provided with the signing of a 10 year contract. Failure to meet academic and social goals will be reasons for termination. Classes will start in September and entrance and physical exams will start in June and will end on 15 August. There are currently twenty openings remaining in the next class. Details are available.

E-mail and mail addresses were listed, followed by phone numbers.

Bill read it several times. He had graduated from High School in early June. He had little or no chance of getting a college education. While his grades were very high he was a very small person. He was only five two and 105 pounds with longer than average blonde hair. He knew he was never going to be able to do physical labor like his older brothers did. He needed an office job of some kind. They are hard to get without some higher education. He decided he was going to look into the notice.

He called the number and a woman asked him a number of questions. He answered all of them truthfully and she seemed very sympathetic and suggested he come to Washington, D.C. for testing and an interview. He said that he had no way to get to Washington. She asked where he lived and he told her he lived in Orlando, Florida.

She seemed delighted and informed him that their main office and the school were located in Sanford, Florida, only ten miles away. He laughed and told her there was a bus he could catch from near his house and the route went through Sanford. She gave him the address and they agreed on an appointment the following week. She told him the papers he need to bring with him, birth certificate, driver’s license, school records, and a résumé of his life and his future plans. She told him to be completely honest because if that didn’t match his psychological profile, which they would determine from his tests, he would not be accepted.

Bill was early for his appointment and had to wait for almost an hour before the door was opened, there were 9 other boys waiting too. Four very pretty and well dressed young women administered the tests. The boys were advised to answer the questions on the first test with the first answer that came to mind. There would be further instructions for each test and that if there were any further questions during the test to raise their hands.

Bill started on his test then raised his hand. The young woman that walked over to him advised him that any stupid or frivolous questions would reflect on his grade.

He looked at her, “Ma’am, I have a four page test, page two is blank, and the remaining three pages are here and are correct.”

The girl giggled and said that was a legitimate question if she ever heard one. She took his papers and soon returned with a complete set, she smiled and said, “You will have an additional five minutes if you need it.”

Bill was the first to finish. He finished first on the remaining tests too. When they were all finished they were told there would be an hour wait while the tests were graded. Those who passed the tests would then be given a physical evaluation that could take several hours.

The girl who had helped Bill returned and stood in front of the group. She looked at the group. “I will read the names of the candidates who have been selected for further testing. We wish those whose names are not called the best of luck in the future, you will receive a detailed report in the mail on your grade and how it was determined. Thank you.

“Those whose names are called proceed to the desk in the back of the room. William Johnston, David Harms, and Samuel Stone please report to the desk.”

Bill checked out the other two guys as they walked to the desk. They were both slim, both were taller and one appeared to be close to the 5′ 8″ limit, they looked very young. They were each given a file folder and a bath robe and were led down a hallway to a smaller room. The girls from the other tests were there; the three boys were weighed, and measured. Their pictures were taken from several sides.

Then each was taken to another small room where they were told to remove their clothes and stand in the center of a small platform. There was a series of flashes and they were told to put on the robes and wait outside in the first room. Bill was taken to an examining room where a doctor and nurse waited for him. The doctor watched as the nurse took üvey kız kardeş porno his blood pressure, drew blood, and measured him in many places. She measured his height, chest, waist, shoulder width, inseam, took his shoe size, hat size, measured his wrist and ring sizes. She also had a number of skin toned cards she held against his face to determine exact skin tones.

Then the doctor listened to his chest, looked at his penis and examined his testicles, and checked his prostate with his finger. Then he very carefully examined Bill’s chest, feeling the pectoral muscles and the breast and nipples.

When Bill was finished he was told to put the robe on and to follow the girl again. She led him to another room and knocked on the door, a female voice answered, and “Come in please.”

They entered and Bill was introduced to a lovely petite older woman behind a large desk. She was wearing a pretty beige suit with a yellow lace blouse. Her name was Mrs. Ann Brock. She smiled and greeted him warmly. She signaled the girl to leave and directed him to set in a chair. She looked at his folder for five minutes then smiled at him. “William, Welcome to WSW, Wintergreen School for Women. I am pleased to be able to offer you the chance of a lifetime. I know you are wondering what it is we do, we are purposely vague about that until we determine if you are a good candidate. We provide the people to science, business, and industry who become the leaders of those organizations. Our graduates are now the top executives in 35 major companies that each gross over a billion dollars a year. We have 157 more who lead smaller companies. Our people are in great demand because of our tremendous record. Every one of our graduates is successful and some guide programs that are not commercial in nature and lead many successful projects. Now let me tell you why. Many years ago our founder and mentor assembled a group of scientists and behaviorists to arrive at a set of characteristics for the ideal executive. After years of study they came up with an answer. The ideal administrator is a she-male having the best characteristics of both sexes. The ideal person is a male with female external characteristics. This only works if the primary external characteristics are female. These characteristics can be learned and enhanced by careful hormone treatments and some surgery. We don’t want a complete woman, she must retain functioning male sex organs.

Our students attend college as females, and carry two or more major studies. They are trained to be perfect females during the afternoons and evenings. You will be taught all the social graces demonstrated by the most elegant and refined women in the world. You will also become externally a beautiful sexy woman. Now I have a question for you before I answer questions for you. My question is, ‘How many males have you seen on these premises today?'”

Bill thought for a second, “One, he answered.”

Mrs. Brock smiled. “You are wrong. Every person in this building was born a male.”

Bill looked at her, his eyes wide, “Everyone? You too?”

“Yes, I was born a male and I am very happily married to a male. We have two adopted children. She smiled gently at Billy, “Does that bother you very much.”

“No Ma’am, I can never compete as a man. I am so small I have never even been able to get a date. Maybe I could find someone who likes small girls.”

“That is one of the reasons we have our best luck with small boys, they don’t have much to lose and everything to gain. We have never had a student who was disappointed in his change except a few who wanted to go further and become complete women.”

“What about my name and IDs.”

“We take care of that. In your case I would recommend you take Billie as a first name and retain your last name.”

Bill grinned, “That would be easy. Can you explain about the financial end of things and the contract?”

“Yes, Billie, We pay you $40.00 a week for incidentals for the first year. The second year it goes up to $80.00 and stays there. The last two years you are offered jobs, usually part time. Your grades determine what you can do. The grades come first. The girls that gave you the tests are seniors. They are all sweet girls.”

“Those were students? I can’t believe that. And you, Ma’am I still think you are a very sweet and kind lady.”

“Well they are and I do try to be sweet!”

“What about the contract?”

“Well that is so we can recoup our expenses for your tuition, board and medications and surgery. We take ten percent of what you earn until your expenses are paid or the last six years are over.”

“We also get a recruiting fee when we get you a job. We have always gotten our girls top dollar, usually much higher than a real girl with an equal education. If you want I can run you off a list of a hundred of our graduates, with addresses and phone numbers.”

“That won’t be necessary.” Billie grinned as he signed the contract.

As xnxx porno Billie walked out and got his clothes to change he saw the girl who had given him the page for his test. He smiled, “I just can’t believe you are a guy too.”

She laughed, “Give me your hand.” She dragged him to another small room. She pulled him to her and kissed him on the lips, placing his hand between her legs.”

She giggled and jumped back, “Do you believe it now?”

“Yes! Hell yes, thank you.”

She patted his cheek, “When you get settled in this fall, look me up, I’ll be happy to prove it again.” She laughed as she smiled and walked away.

Billie showed the admission form to his step-father who was not interested and was glad to be rid of him. No one else would miss him except his older sister who had married and moved away. He called and told her his plans, she was happy for him and wanted him to stay in touch.

He reported to the school in Sanford as directed, with nothing but the clothes he wore on his back. There were about fifty young men there. They were each handed a small booklet to read about the program they were entering. Classes at the nearby college started in twenty days. They were enrolled as girls and had twenty days in which to learn to pass as female. It was going to be hard work but they could do it. The schedule for breast augmentation was posted. The operations were scheduled by order of the scores on the tests. Billie was surprised to see he was first on the list and he and his roommate Sally were having the operation the next morning. He was also scheduled for minor cosmetic surgery. He was to report later that day to the main office for PREOP information. They were told that four ‘Girls” were done each day.

Bill and his roommate, Sal (Salvador) talked together and found they had both received instructions in the mail to stop taking certain medications, aspirin and vitamins for a week prior to arriving.

They were assigned rooms in the dormitory. They were assigned to a specific bed, closet, and dresser. Their new clothing was already in place and toiletries were on the beds. They were to place the clothes they wore in the trashcans in the hallways; nothing but the new, issued clothes was to be worn.

All the new items were marked with a number in the waistband, neck, bottom or other inconspicuous place. Each time a change of clothes was required a series of numbers would announced over the speakers in each room, the numbers on an item for one person would not necessarily match the numbers on an item for any other person.

In other words the number three for one person might be a pink bra, while the number three for another person might be a white bra. If the number is given for a bra each person would determine if breast forms were needed.

The first afternoon they changed clothes twice and then once for dinner and once for bed. One constant item of clothing that was worn day and night was a corset. It was adjustable in the back and closed with Velcro in the front. The linen liners were changed twice a day.

Each student watched a video on basic make-up techniques. They were provided make-up materials matched to their skin tones. They worked on their make-up for an hour. They were only being taught basic daytime make-up. The results that first night for dinner were crude, only one or two were passable. Billie was passable because he used as little as possible. His new cloths felt strange at first then faded from his consciousness. The strangest thing was the ‘gaff’ that held his cock and balls in place out of sight under tiny thong panties. They were all dressed in skirts and tops and low-heeled shoes. At dinner there were two older students at each table correcting the new students in feminine demeanor and manners.

They soon learned that this supervision would be constant for the first year. Both Billie and his roommate Sally were having surgery in the morning so they both went to bed early in their new cute little night gowns. Two days later the two, Billie and Sally, were back from the hospital and were served their meals in their room. They were both miserable and sore. There were few ways they could move without making somewhere on their bodies hurt. Both had their chests bandaged and their faces and throats as well. School nurses visited them every few hours.

It was a week before they were able to see the results of the surgery. They both continually looked at their breasts and faces; they were still a little bruised and swollen. Each of them now had a slightly higher pitched voice. Friday they were back in their regular classes.

A beautician gave each of them individual instructions on doing daytime make up and then how to modify it for casual evenings. They repeated doing it time after time, after each attempt they properly cleansed the face, moisturized and prepared it for bed. They did this each time they removed their make-up. It established a routine they would use for the rest of their zenci porno lives.

Billie’s hair was much longer than Sally’s. Their hair dresser showed Billie how to put hers in a girlish fashion that was cute on her. She could easily pass as a young teenage girl now. Sally had her blonde hair fitted with hair extensions which were long enough to wear in a pony tail. The roommates were fast friends by now. They explored each other’s new breasts and loved the feeling of touching them or by being touched. Even their nipples were larger and more sensitive.

Billy was in love with his new clothes, He loved the way the bras cupped and supported his breasts. He had been showed on the first day how to tuck his balls up into the holes in his pelvis and out of the way. He was so used to it by now they stayed tucked all the time. He still needed the gaff to control unwanted erections. He was getting very good at controlling his erections and hoped to soon do away with the uncomfortable gaff. His wardrobe included a lighter control panty he would use later. The rooms all had two large full length mirrors.

They had at least one hour of physical education each day. Billie loved putting on a pair of tiny shorts and a sports bra with yellow or pink cross trainers. Most of the PE class was specific exercises to enhance their feminine characteristics. Next year they would learn tennis and golf and were to take lessons for the next three years.

When the twenty days were over they started classes at the local college with about five hundred other girls. The total enrollment of the school was over 4 thousand. They blended right in and were accepted like any other girl. They had been instructed about how to handle advances from the male college students. There were very strict rules about the freshmen ‘girls’ becoming involved with any male. No dates were allowed for the first year. Sex between the special ‘girls’ was not encouraged, but was overlooked. Almost every ‘girl’ had a dildo, butt plug, or vibrator hidden in her room. Small bottles of Astro Glide personal lubricant were included with the toiletries.

Sally and Billie were lovers from the time they healed from the surgery. They often spent the night in the other’s bed cuddled together. Billie had looked at Sally in her little baby doll nightie, “Damn girl, you are the hottest girl I have ever seen.” Sally smiled and walked to Billie; she stopped with her chest inches from Billie and lifted her sheer top. Billie’s eyes widened and her hands slowly reached out and pulled Sally closer until his lips closed around a firm pink nipple. He was quivering as his lips surrounded the nipple. She gently sucked and Sally moaned and pulled Billie closer. Billie’s hands roamed eagerly over Sally’s lush young body.

He had never explored another person’s body. This one was very erotic to him. He wanted to kiss and suck on every bit of it. His fingers found the waist band of Sally’s little sheer panties and pulled them down. Sally’s cock was pink and hard, Billie couldn’t resist the overwhelming desire to feel and examine it more closely. He just had to kiss it and take it into his mouth. It smelled of perfume, a very feminine fragrance. The cock in his mouth was slick and slippery from his own saliva. He took every bit of it in his mouth. He loved how it felt in his mouth. He paused and just relished the taste and warmth. He could feel Sally’s pulse in her cock.

Sally moaned and her hands found Billie’s breasts and squeezed and caressed the soft, warm, firm, globes, she had dreamed of being with a sexy girl and she knew that the silky wet mouth slurping on her cock was going to bring her off in seconds. This was much better than any dream she had ever had.

Little Billie was the prettiest and sexiest girl he had ever seen. Now she was sucking on his cock and he was cuming in her sweet mouth. Billie kept on sucking and swallowing Sally’s cum until it was all gone, Billie looked up at Sally, “Thank you Honey that was wonderful, you taste so good. I want to do that again real soon.”

“Billie, I loved that and I want to do that to you too. Lie back on the bed and let me look at your cock. Here let me help you get your panties down. Oh! You are so sexy looking. I love your titties, they are beautiful.” Sally sucked gently on Billie’s nipples then licked down her flat belly to her cock. Sally had to have it. She wanted it so badly. It was erect and hard. Precum ran from the little slit in the top. Sally touched the clear fluid with her tongue. She tasted it, it was a little salty but she loved it and took Billie’s whole cock in her mouth.

She loved the way it felt in her mouth as Billie started thrusting in and out. She kept Billie’s cock wet and slippery with her saliva. Her lips were closed tightly around the warm, hard, yet soft flesh in her mouth. Her tongue and lips ensured that that wonderful cock was coated with her saliva as it plunged deeper and deeper into her mouth until it was almost entering her throat. Sally felt the urge to gag but she didn’t. Suddenly Billie stroked harder and faster, and then the cock filled her mouth with Billie’s love juice. It was wonderful. She was happy she was able to bring him the pleasure she had shared. She licked all of the cum from Billie’s deflating cock and smiled at her.

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Dominating Dreams

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She stood at the kitchen sink, a potato in one hand and a peeler in the other. On her round frame, she wore nothing other than a large oversized mans shirt. Her messy brown hair hung over her shoulder, as she sung along softly with the music that was playing from the stereo. Her long sleeves were pushed up around her elbows, and her bare feet danced a little on the floor. So consumed in her work was she, that she didn’t see it coming.

He came up behind her then, wrapping one arm around her waist, and the other around her shoulders. He leaned his head against hers for a moment and she closed her eyes, smiling at his touch.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes scanning the sink.

“Cooking dinner,” she replied. “Peeling potatoes for dinner anyway, I haven’t started anything else yet.”

“Mmmmm,” he murmured, as his hands moved over her shirt. “I think I have something else in mind.”

“Is that so?” she asked, her voice only a little sarcastic.

“Mmmhmmm” he answered. The arm that was around her shoulders moved a little until his left hand was cupping her right breast. She opened both her eyes a little wider, smiling. His right slid farther down her stomach until his fingers nestled in the fuzzy curly pubic hair under her shirt. As his fingers reached down, carefully, but with a gentle firmness, she closed her eyes and let out a slow breath. His finger tips slid firmly over her clitoris, his breath warm against her ear, one hand gently cupping and teasing her breast through the fabric of her shirt.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice teasing.

She nodded, unable to speak.

He repositioned his hand now, pushing her legs farther apart as his fingers moved between them, seeking out the deep pink of her cunt. As one finger gently slid inside of her, she opened her mouth wide, releasing her breath. The firmness of his cock was pressed against her ass and she felt the butterflies stir inside of her stomach. A second finger entered her cunt now and she let out a gasp of excitement.

“I think you want more…” he whispered in her ear.

She nodded, and he smiled, a dirty smile.

“Tell me what you want,” he said in her ear.

“I want more!” she whispered, her arms around his so he couldn’t take his hands away.

“More what?” he asked, an edge in his voice. His fingers continued burying their way inside her and she let out a whimper.

“More… fingers!” she was barely whispering, the heat in her body soaring as she began getting excited.

He laughed, very gently, and his lips fell against her ear, as he kissed her, his left hand squeezing her nipple between the fingers. “You want my whole hand in there?” She tried to turn to face him, wanting to kiss him, to show him, that yes, thats what he wanted, but he held her firm. “Do you want my whole hand in there?” he asked again.

“Yes!” she whispered.

He grinned again, and she tried to turn once more, but he held her firmly. “Tell me.” As his fingers touched her clit, she let out a moan, and he gave her breast a hard squeeze. “Tell me!”

“I want you to fist me…” she whispered, only a little hesitant. Saying the words made her feel so silly.

“Thats good…” he said. He kissed her neck and she shuddered a little, her head reeling. “When do you want me to fist you?”

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, his fingers were still teasing her cunt, flicking against her clit and sliding inside of her. Again he squeezed her breast in warning. “Now!” she answered.

He laughed, “Well, I’m not going to right now,” he said, his voice teasing, but hard at the same time.

Her body softened, disappointment crossing her face.

“Right now, I’m going to do what I want…” He pulled her body back against his chest, his cock hard against her ass. She felt an immediate thrill of fear. Was he going to assfuck her? Nobody had ever managed it before, and she knew it would hurt like hell. Both hands moved down her body now, and as the fingers of his right hand slid in and out of her now damp cunt, the fingers of his left hand massaged her clit. He nibbled gently on her ear, kissing her neck. His cock was kağıthane escort straining, hard and tight against her ass, and she slid her hands behind her back, rubbing it with one hand, gently massaging his balls with the other.

Momentarily, he stopped his probing, giving her a slap across the thigh. “I didn’t say you could do that!”

She whimpered. “But I-“

“No!” he commanded. She fell silent, and he went back to his ardent probing, whilst gently rubbing himself against her ass. It went on for a long while, and she had her head back, her eyes closed, her breathing coming in jerks of pleasure. Very suddenly however, he moved his hands away, spinning her around. His mouth fell on hers and his cock pressed against her cunt. Without thinking, she took it in her hands, wanting to touch it, wanting to feel it inside of her.

One of his hands moved down her back and he slapped her on the ass, a stinging slap that made her jump.

“I told you no!” he said.

She released him, the expression on her face half defiant and half torn. “But I-“

“NO!” he demanded, and she fell silent. “You can have it when I say you can have it, and not before, okay?” he said, his voice gentle now.

She nodded, her head lowered like a child in trouble. He hugged her close a moment, before lifting her chin with his hand. He tried to look in her eyes but she wouldn’t look at him, she kept her eyes downwards.

“Hey, look at me?” he asked. She finally focussed her eyes on him, looking upset. “Hey, you’re not in trouble,” he said gently, seeing the expression that lay in those eyes. “Whose the boss around here, you or me?”

“You are…” she whispered, her face still broken.

“Thats right, I am. I’m the boss, we do what I say we do, okay?”

She nodded, and her eyes dropped.

“Now smile for me?” he said.

She plastered a fake smile on her face and he rolled his eyes.

“Now poke out your tongue!”

She poked out her tongue, sarcastic and defiant, and he slid his mouth over it until their lips touched. He held her close to her as he kissed her firmly on the mouth. It took only a moment or two before her arms slid back around his body, the hunger inside of her overwhelming her temporary sadness. He let himself rub against her until she was holding him tightly against her, her clear need for him evident in her movements.

He slid his hands down under her ass, lifting her up onto the bench beside him. With one arm, he swept aside much of the items that lay there, pushing her back with the other. She tried to object physically, making an effort to sit up, but he forced her back, sliding her partially up the bench. He lifted her feet, placing them on the counter, as far apart as they could go. She lay, feeling extremely exposed, clutching her shirt to her tummy.

He put his hands over hers and tilted his head around her knees to see her face. She looked somewhat concerned.

“Relax!” he told her.

She tried to nod, but the concern didn’t leave her face. He watched her for a moment and she tried to smile, until finally, he moved his head away. She wasn’t sure what was going on for what seemed like forever, until after a moment or two, she felt it. His hand, pressed against her cunt. The same three fingers as before, he slid inside of her, in and out, as far as they could go. With each movement, he pressed in a different direction, pushing her cunt open inside.

After a moment, he slid in a fourth finger, his face intent on watching his work. She tried to relax, but felt slightly uncomfortable having him stare at her naked cunt in broad daylight. She was still uncomfortable with all such things. She hated people seeing her naked in any way. He was determined in his work, and after another minute he was able to slide all four fingers fully inside of her.

“Stop clenching!” he told her sternly, and she lifted up her head in consternation.

“I’m not!” she denied furiously.

“Then why is it so tight?” he demanded.

“I don’t know!” she answered tartly. “Maybe because your hand is too big!”

He slapped her across the naked elit escort istanbul thigh with one hand and she jumped.

“Hey, fuck you, stop slapping me!”

He slapped her again, harder this time, and she winced.

“Stop being a bitch. You want me to fist you or not?” he asked.

She glowered at him for a long time, before saying, “No, actually! No I don’t! I don’t want you to fist me!”

He slapped her once more, pressing his hand tightly into her cunt. She opened her mouth wide in pain as she stretched wide open. He stopped glowering at her, his face brightening as she scrunched up her face in pain. “Does that hurt?” he asked.

She nodded, unable to speak past the burning feeling.

He pressed against her harder, his hand shaped like a tube. His knuckles were pressed tight against her cunt and her cunt was straining under the pressure to accomodate him. She whimpered aloud, dropping her head back onto the bench, trying to breathe deeply around the feeling down below. It happened slowly, but finally his hand was inside her past the knuckles, and his fingers slid into a fist inside of her.

As he began to move his hand inside of her, brushing hard her g-spot, she shivered, a delicious feeling spreading through her. He moved his left hand now, stimulating her clit. Her body was trembling now under the combined use of his fist inside and his fingers on her clitty. She pushed down onto his hand and he smiled, a half smile.

“You like that do you?” he asked.

“Uh-huh!” she affirmed, her eyes close and her back arched.

“Want me to stop now?” he asked, teasing.

“No! No!” she pushed herself onto him, moaning aloud.

“I thought you didn’t want me to fist you?” he asked.

“Mmmmm, I lied!” she slapped one hand against the table top, her hand clenching into a tight fist.

“You lied did you?” he asked. “You will have to be punished!”

Her head jerked up, sending her hair crazy around her face. “You’re not going to stop?” she asked.

He laughed then, “You’re a slut, aren’t you?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, which made him laugh harder.

“No,” he finally said, “I won’t stop…”

He put one hand on her stomach, and with a determined smile, his arm reached deeper inside of her. Hard and deep, he thrust his hand, stabbing it into her life a knife. Again his left hand slid down to caress her clit and her whole body jerked at the touch. She was squirming within a minute, trying to force her cunt down more onto his hand. He could feel her pussy spasming around his fingers as she was going to cum. Feeling this, he slid his hand out of her quickly.

Grabbing around the tops of her legs, he slid her towards him on the bench until the edge of her ass hung over the edge. He grabbed the base of his cock and slid the head into her wet haven. He thrust hard and fast into her, and as he did, he leaned forwards, one hand around the base of her neck. Her eyes were closed, she was wild now, lust evident on her face. He pressed his fingers to her lips, the fingers that were wet with her own pussy liquid, and she sucked one finger like a child. He laughed at her now, just a little. By God she was horny. He slid his fingers from her mouth, she so loved having her clitty rubbed, he moved his wet fingers down there now, using the liquid on his fingers to lubricate the little nub as he played with it.

He could feel her cunt squeezing his dick and he fucked her hard, could hear his balls slapping against her ass. He grunted now, his dick thrusting into her hard. In a small way, he hoped it would hurt her, he loved the expression on her face when something hurt. Her cunt was practically pulsing around his dick now, and she was silently moaning.

“Scream!” he told her.

She shook her head wildly. After all this time, still so shy about everything, it pissed him off.

He slapped her thigh with his spare hand and she jerked her body hard. He liked that. “I want you to scream!” he demanded.

She shook her head again, her hair bunching and knotting under her head.

Growling, he slapped her again, liking the way fatih escort she bucked under him and the way her face winced at the stinging sensation. “Do what I tell you!”

“I can’t!” she spat back at him.

He wanted to pull out, to stop cold and leave her wanting, to punish her for denying him, but he was close to cumming. “If you don’t fucking scream, I’ll cum in your mouth!” He knew she hated it, it made her want to throw up, and the expression on her face was his reward at the words.

During the minor argument, he had slowed down in his thrusting, and now he returned to it, stabbing her with his cock, impaling her on it, harder and harder. He pinched her ass a little and she bucked away from it, causing him to moan. He pinched her again and once more she bucked onto him, a little cry escaping her lips. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sound, and the bucking. She knew what he wanted now, and she bucked her hips against hip, as he thrust towards her, she would thrust towards him, causing his cock to plunge ever deeper into her. The force was causing a low moan to escape her. As they thrust together, he could feel her cunt grabbing and releasing against his cock. The sensation made him want to blow. He thrust again, a hard, jerking, stabbing thrust, and wrapping his arms around her legs, he pulled her hard onto him, plowing her hard, fast and deep.

A wild, cat like cry was escaping her lips now and he moaned allowed. He had to tease her, wanted to tease her, she’d been a bitch. “You want me cum in you?” he asked her, stabbing into her cunt with his rod.

“Oh God yes!” she half squealed, her voice breaking.

He slammed into her, a smile playing at his lips. “What do you want?”

“Oh God!” she gasped, her body practically quivering like jello under the force of his thrusts.

“Tell me!” he almost shouted at her.

“I want you to cum in me!” she finally got out, her voice trembling under the vibrations of his thrusts. “Cum in me!” she moaned.

He was going to blow soon, and he pinched her ass again, causing her to thrust into him once more. “You want my cum in there? Why do you want my cum in there?”

“I like it in there,” she moaned, clearly forgetting everything she’d ever been told by him. “Like it…”

He was getting frustrated with her, sometimes when she was being fucked, its like she had no brains. And they said men were bad when they were fucking, from all the blood going to their dick. Well Laney was worse!

“Whats my cum gunna do?” he asked, feeling her cunt vibrating around his dick.

“S’make me pregnant!” she slurred, too involved in feeling pleasure to answer properly.

“You want to be pregnant? You want me cumming in you and making you pregnant?” As he asked it, he could feel her pussy inside, she was cumming. Completely and utterly coming.

“Yes!” she moaned. “Fucking YES!”

“Say it!” he demanded.

“Yes!” she half squealed now, “Make me pregnant! Cum in me! yes!”

As she said it, he could feel himself cum, and he grunted, holding his dick hard inside her. They had climaxxed together, which probably made the first time in history, and when he was done squirting his load into her, he kept his dick still, holding the spunk inside of her. He leaned his head forward, pressing his face against her chest and she put her arms around him, her breathing slowing down somewhat. He could hear her heartbeat pounding in his ear, and he let out a long slow breath. He didn’t much fancy this after sex gentle cuddling shit, but she seemed to like it, and would be disappointed if he didn’t. Besides, keeping his cock inside kept his spunk inside of her, and thats what he wanted.

They stayed glued together in this fashion for a good five or six minutes, until finally, he allowed his now semi-limp dick to slide from her cunt. In one motion, he slid her ass back onto the bench and stuffed a balled up teatowel under her ass, elevating her puss. He gave her ass a quick slap as he turned to the fridge and got a drink. She was used to the ass elevation by now, and she pushed herself into a half sitting position, using her elbows to prop herself out.

“Can you get me a drink please?” she asked him.

He handed her one and she smiled, feeling uncomfortable again.

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Domestic Wife Ch. 07

Ass

All characters in this story are 18 years old or older. Heads up, this will be a shorter chapter. Hopefully I’ll be able to write more later. Until then, thanks for reading and enjoy!

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Outside the rain was pouring. It had been a long time since rained this hard. The crops needed it, Darcy thought; but it made for a dreary sort of day for her. She sat quietly, in her husband’s armchair gazing out of the glass windowpane. The water droplets were racing each other to the bottom.

Beyond the house, Darcy could see that the sky was filled with dark grey and blue clouds. There was thunder in the distance, but she had not seen any lightning. She waited patiently for it. In a strange way Darcy had always found the lightning both beautiful and frightening. It was odd that something so powerful could be so short-lived. Even more interesting was its unpredictability, no one knew where the lightning would strike.

She heard her husband’s voice behind her, muffled under the sound of her own thoughts. She turned around to see him standing just behind her with a cup of tea. The teacup was resting on a delicate saucer. She took ahold of it and resting the drink in her lap, she looked back up at Jesse.

“Drink that. You seem like you’re not feeling well.” Her husband said kissing her on the forehead.

Darcy sipped the hot liquid. It tasted like vanilla and chamomile. There was a hint of mint in there as well. When she was finished drinking her husband handed her a small book. He told her that he had been saving it as a surprise, and thought that now might be a good time to read.

Grabbing hold of the book, Darcy set her tea on the bookshelf and opened the book. It smelled like new leather. The binding was beautiful, she thought. Her husband laid comfortably on the bed in front of her, looking up at the ceiling.

“Darcy?”

“Yes?”

“I’d prefer if you read aloud.” He said, his fingers laced together behind his head.

“Oh,” Darcy stated nervously.

She flipped back to the first page of the book and started over. This time she read with more diligence. Her sentences were slow and she stumbled over the words. It felt unnatural to read aloud. The sound of her voice tripping over syllables made her uneasy. She felt foolish, as if her inabilities were on display, as if she were letting her husband down. She wanted to stop. Jesse had worked so hard to help her; yet Darcy continued to stammer like a child over sentences that she would be able to understand perfectly if they’d only been read to her. It made her heart sink.

After a few more pages she closed the book and turned again to the window. The rain was still falling outside. It was loud on the tin roof above. Momentarily, she let herself be distracted from her disappointment. But she could only keep the feelings at bay for so long.

Darcy inwardly chided herself for being so slow to learn. If only her parents had thought it wise to teach her when she was young, she thought. Perhaps then her husband wouldn’t have to make up for the deficit on his own. Inside Darcy’s heart there was some subdued anger towards her parents. Why mecidiyeköy escort had they not thought it important for her to read? Had they doubted her intelligence, she wondered somberly.

Darcy had often wondered why so little was expected of her. Perhaps that was truly all she was capable of. She felt a pang of disappointment and regret at the thought. Darcy had told herself many times that she was not worth very much. She could think of many reasons why she was insignificant. Instead of going down her usual path of self-pity, she was drawn away from those thoughts by her husband’s voice.

“How come you stopped reading, Darling?” Jesse said turning to face his wife.

Darcy shrugged silently in response.

“You weren’t interested in the story?” He guessed incorrectly.

“It’s not that,” Darcy said quietly. There was another pause as her husband waited for her to continue. He’d wanted her to work on telling him when she was distressed so that he could try to help her. He stayed silent until she was ready to speak again. He could see that her eyes were filled with disappointment and shame.

“I prefer to not read aloud,” she said with an air of finality.

“Well why not? You were doing fine Darcy,” he said encouragingly.

She rolled her eyes, not believing a word he said. Of course he would never admit that his wife was dimwitted. There was an edge to her voice, “That’s not true at all. Were you even listening?”

Jesse paused for a moment. Then he rose from the bed and walked towards Darcy, a serious expression on his face. He grabbed her jaw roughly, but not painfully, in his hand, forcing Darcy to make eye contact as he spoke.

“Do not roll your eyes at me Darcy,” His voice was firm, “Your tone of voice right now is unacceptable. Do you understand me?”

Darcy hated that phrase. ‘Do you understand me?’ She couldn’t image a more condescending thing to say to someone when they were being reprimanded. She turned her head away from him, breaking the grasp his hand had on her. Folding her arms, she stayed silent and refused to look at him. It was hard to look at him when she knew she was in the wrong. She just couldn’t help feeling defensive around him. He was so much more intelligent than she was. He was so much stronger, and wiser, and more patient. He never stumbled over his words or looked foolish. Why was it always so easy for him, she wondered jealously.

“Darcy that’s enough,” Her husband told her sternly, then his voice softened, “Tell me what’s the matter. You aren’t acting like yourself at all.”

Her eyes were full of tears when she turned back to look at him. She knew she was being rude. She’d expected him to smack her across the face because of how she was acting. That’s what would have happened at her family’s home. Instead, he spoke to her tenderly. The softness in his voice broke her heart. She knew she didn’t deserve to be treated so sweetly, it would have been much easier if he’d just started hurting her. At least then she’d know that she’d earned his response.

“Darcy what is it?” He repeated, pulling her back to the moment. His voice was vip escort istanbul pained now. He brushed her cheek, drying her tear with his thumb, “Please don’t cry sweetheart.”

“I can’t do it.” Darcy admitted defeatedly.

“You were doing fine. I told you that.”

“No. I can’t make you happy. You always have to teach me everything and I can’t offer you anything in return,” Darcy said not able to look him in the eye, “You need someone smart.”

Her husband wore a concerned look on his face. He shook his head, thinking. He knew he needed to encourage his wife to think positively about herself. There were so many qualities of hers that he found charming, so many things that he valued.

“Darcy,” he said finally, “look at me.”

Her eyes connected with his and he continued speaking to her firmly. “You will not speak like that. Is that clear? You are not to talk badly about yourself.”

Darcy nodded weakly. Suddenly she felt her husband’s lips pressed softly against her own. Perhaps, if he connected her physical pleasure to these positive ideas, it might help her to see herself differently. His thumb was on her clit. Despite everything she’d been thinking, the feeling took over and she let out a little moan.

“Did that feel good?” Jesse asked.

Darcy nodded again, this time looking at him.

“Do you want me to make you feel good Darcy?”

“Yes, please.”

“Then tell me something good about yourself.”

Darcy paused for a moment, thinking of what to say. It was so much easier to list the things she disliked about herself. Those things, she thought were the most pronounced and obvious. It was difficult to think of some good things. She pondered for another moment.

“I’m a hard worker?” she said unsure.

“I’m sorry,” Jesse said, still not touching her, “Was that a question? I asked you to tell me something that you know is good about yourself.”

“I’m a hard worker.” Darcy said more confidently this time.

As soon as she’d uttered the sentence, she felt her husband begin to play with her clit. But, it was only a brief moment of pleasure. She looked up at him again, begging him silently to touch her again.

“I need to hear you tell me something else you like about yourself.”

“I like…” her voice trailed off in thought, “my voice when I sing.”

He began teasing her clit again. By now, the place between her legs was getting warmer. But just as she started to close her eyes and give in to the pleasure, he stopped. Darcy’s eyes blinked open. She knew she had to come up with something else good to keep him going.

“I’m resourceful.”

She moaned, feeling her pussy start to get wet and hot. Like clockwork, he’d stop as soon as she started to really enjoy the feeling. Darcy racked her brain for another good feature she possessed.

“I’m obedient and selfless.”

“Two. Good job Darling.” her husband encouraged her, “Keep going.”

Darcy kept listing as many good qualities as she could. She was sweet. She was curious. She was loving. She wanted him to keep touching her, but eventually she ran out of things sarıyer escort to say.

“Darcy, if you want to come, you have to tell me some more of your good qualities. You haven’t mentioned hardly any of them.”

“Like what?”

“No. I want you to say them, not me. I need to see that you can point them out. I don’t want you to think they’re true just because I say them.” He paused, “If you want to stop for tonight so you can think more, we can do that. But believe me; you are not coming until I hear a much longer list.”

A tense silence filled the room as Darcy thought of something else to say, but it was very difficult for her. She felt strange listing these qualities about herself as if they were sexy. Many of them seemed to be very minor, unimportant things. Still, she kept trying to think of something to say.

“I can cook well,” she said timidly.

“That’s good,” her husband commended her, still not touching her pussy. “But I want to hear about your character. You can do so many things well Darcy, but that’s not what makes you important.”

Darcy was discouraged at his response, “I’m not sure what you want me to say then.”

With that, her husband took his hand off of her and placed her dress back down over her legs. He gently cupped her face and kissed her softly.

“Then you’ve got your work cut out for you.” He smiled, “Tell you what. I’m going to keep a list for you. Each time you think of something you like about yourself, you tell me and I’ll write it down. I’ll post the list on the wall, somewhere easy to see, that way you’ll have it there to remind you. While I’m gone, you can practice writing those words. And if you come up with something new, I might even let you come.”

Darcy accepted his challenge. The next day she stared at the list on the wall. The letters were displayed neatly, in her husband’s handwriting. Darcy looked at her own handwriting. She’d been practicing writing her list for two days and still was having trouble adding anything to the list.

“Hard-worker,

resourceful,

obedient,

selfless,

sweet,

curious,

loving,”

Sure she could think of many nice qualities for a woman. She could have added something to the list any time she liked. Smart, funny, important, vivacious, or attractive might have been nice additions; but none of them felt truthful. She couldn’t write something she felt was a lie.

“Honest,” she whispered aloud. She smiled, thinking of how happy Jesse would be when he came home. For the past two days he’d looked so discouraged when she was unable to add anything to the list and his disappointment only served to make Darcy feel even more worthless. But this time, she would make him proud.

When he walked through the door that evening, he looked tired and dirty from his work. Darcy was sitting at the table. Her posture looked different to him, but before he could ask his wife about her day, she spoke up.

“I’m honest,” She said smiling.

The initial look of confusion shifted to pride as he placed at the list on the wall. Walking over to his wife, Jesse kissed her. His lips were soft at first, then insistent. His wife’s soft tongue moved against his in a way that made his cock twitch. She tasted sweet. All he could think about was how he’d give her an orgasm tonight.

“Very good.” He said when he broke away from her, “I’ll add that to your list.”

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Double Edged

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I can’t believe that my rental car has stalled…and here I am, out in the middle of nowhere! I find a map in the glove box but it’s not much help I can’t find this dirt road I’ve ended up on anywhere on it. I’m not surprised.

I think about calling you with my cell phone and decide not to. You can come find me when I don’t show up at your door on time. After all, this was your idea, to meet out here in your cabin for the weekend. I can’t believe I let you talk me into it. We could have stayed in the city at either of our apartments, but no, you wanted to come out here and be “one with nature”.

Well, at least the car has died in a semi-shaded spot. I get out to look around, but there’s not much to see…just more road and more trees, neither of which will help me. I can feel myself start to sweat. (It was 90 when I last checked the outside temperature.)

I climb back into the car, since by getting out and walking around it, I haven’t accomplished anything but making myself hot and thirsty. I try the key again and (surprise, surprise!) nothing happens. I try turning the key backwards and the radio comes on. I leave it on. I have no qualms about running the battery down, its not like the car is going to need it. I roll down the window and lay the seat back. I might as well get comfortable while I wait.

I check my watch (I’ve been here 15 minutes). The car is starting to feel like an oven. I turn it off and take the keys to open the trunk. I’ve worn jeans and a t-shirt to drive in, but I’ve packed shorts and a tank top, in case the cabin’s A/C is on the blitz. I change quickly. I don’t know why, its not like there’s anything out here to see me except a few random squirrels maybe a few chipmunks.

I laugh at the thought as I drop my clothes back into the trunk, and then I hear the leaves rustling behind me. I stop laughing and look around. I don’t see anything but, nervously, I slam the trunk closed and hurry to the side of the car. Just as I reach for the door, a large hand closes over my mouth. I kick and struggle and try to scream, my nails clawing at the fingers over my mouth, but to no avail. A strong arm holds me pinned to a large, hard body.

Then I hear it, that unmistakable click and the feel of cool steel as it is pressed into my neck. I am instantly still, I need no further convincing. The hands holding me relax a little but the pressure from the knife never lessens. Then, a whisper in my ear.

“Don’t scream.”

I nod (just barely) bayrampaşa escort and the hand falls from my mouth. I gulp in tiny breaths of air, wary of sucking in too much with the knife still pressed at my jugular. A soft cloth is placed in my hands and then brought up to my eyes. Again the whisper, soft and almost soothing.

“Put in on, and make it tight.”

I do as I’m told and once I’m blindfolded the whisper comes once more.

“Can you see anything?”

“No.” I whisper back, afraid to shake my head, hoping he won’t mind me speaking. I didn’t scream and I could barely hear my own whispered reply.

The knife leaves my throat. He runs the point down my neck; down my over the tops of my breasts, which are barely visible at the collar of my shirt, and then he rests the point at my ribcage. My hands are clasped in his behind my back.

“Walk.”

I can’t see anything and I take one shaky step.

“Faster.”

The knife digs into my side just a little and I make my steps a little quicker. I hope he’ll be my eyes and not let me fall or walk into anything, it would be to his disadvantage if he did. I would have a chance to get away. My steps become surer, I can tell that we’ve left the road and we’re walking into the woods. He weaves us around trees I assume, then tells me to stop. The knife digs even deeper into my side.

“Don’t run, I’ll catch you.”

His voice never rises above the whisper he first used. My hands are released. I stand perfectly still, waiting. The knife digs in deeper and I wince, but I still don’t move away. After he pulls away the knife, I take in some larger gulps of air. I’m still not moving, and I can’t see but I can hear his breath close behind me.

Another sound comes… I hear him ripping something and then he has my hands again and he’s pulling me to the ground. I don’t resist, the feel of the knife in my side still a fresh memory. He ties my hands above my head, to what I’m not sure. It doesn’t feel like a tree. Then the knife is back, pressed at my throat. It glides down my neck and, this time, between my breasts. My shirt falls open at his slight tug. There’s no doubt that the blade is sharp, my shirt is sliced through like it was nothing more than hot butter. The straps at my shoulders are gone in seconds.

The point of the blade is dancing lightly across my stomach, up my sides, underneath the edge of my bra… I shiver and it stops. He slides the knife down between my breasts escort bayan istanbul again, this time my bra meets the same fate as my shirt. He pushes the now useless material away. He never uses his hands or fingers on me, just the sharp blade and its point. With feather-like touches he circles first one breast and then the other, my nipples hardening under the cool steel tip as it passes ever so lightly over them.

He moves away now, and but I can still feel his eyes on me. I can tell he’s staring at me, I can hear it in his breathing. I wait, wondering where his blade will tease me next, and then I feel it or, rather, I feel the air as my shorts are sliced away as effortlessly as my other clothes. The point is then tracing my panties, almost caressing along the top. Again, with more force along my hips cutting the silken fabric but not my flesh.

I’m lying naked before him now, wet with anticipation, and wanting the blade to caress my skin again. Finally, it does, but not like I expected. I feel it heavy on my stomach just above my navel. Heavy because he’s no longer holding it. Heavy because he’s lain it on my stomach. Heavy because it’s just lying there and I crave the feel of it. The handle is hot like fire from where he’s been holding it so long. The other end the blade, still cold as ice, only connects with my skin when I take in deep breaths. It hovers barely a hair’s width over my skin, the handle just thick enough to keep it from fully resting on me.

He touches me for the first time since he released my hands hours ago, or was that only minutes ago, perhaps it was only seconds…time has lost all meaning now. The only thing that holds meaning at this moment is the weight on my stomach, the fire and ice, and his hands.

They start at my knees. Slowly he drags them up my thighs, nudging my legs further and further apart. I arch my hips up, eager for his touch as his fingers find me. Slow gentle circles at first. Tempting me, torturing me, teasing me… Then he slips two fingers inside me, his knife play has left me wet and wanting. This is the only encouragement I need to come the first time.

He puts his other hand on my stomach. Whether to hold me down or catch the knife I’m not sure, but he accomplishes both as he waits for my pleasure to subside. With expert skills he takes me right to the brink of pleasure once more. Then, keeps me there for a very long time stopping and starting, slower and faster, gentle and harder, deep taksim vip escort and then deeper finally allowing me over the edge, and then pushing me over several more times.

He’s kissing me as I come again violently for the… I’m no longer sure how many times this will make, with his fingers still deep within me, with the knife still lying on my stomach, and now with his tongue tasting every corner of my mouth.

I’m still catching my breath as he releases my hands. He picks me up, and I rest my head on his shoulder as he carries me through the woods… Too tired to care which direction, to exhausted to notice that my hands are free and I could remove the blindfold, too spent to do anything but lie there in his arms. I hear the gravel crunch beneath his feet and I know that we are back at the road, even before he sets me down on the cold hood of my car.

I hear him walking away from me. I raise my hands up and hear him speak from somewhere behind.

“Not yet.”

So I drop my hands from the blindfold and wait. The trunk of the car opens and I start to panic. Funny, how I pick now to finally start. But then with relief I hear it shut again.

Once more I hear that click in my ear as he reopens the knife, and I instantly start thinking back, trying to remember when he closed it, when I’d last felt the cold steel on my burning flesh. It must have been when he cut my hands free, but it doesn’t matter, the blade has found my skin once again.

Gently cupping my face with one hand, he runs the knife down the other side, caressing my cheek, and then I feel the blindfold fall away. It takes only a second for my eyes to adjust to the light. It’s not that bright out anymore, the sun has already started falling from the horizon, but he’s already gone as quickly as he appeared.

I look down at my hands to find that I’m holding the knife, and my clothes are folded neatly on the hood of the car beside me, and my keys are lying on top of them.

I wonder if he was even really here, I feel like I’m waking from a dream. But the knife I’m still holding and the faint red lines circling my wrists prove I’ve done more than dream the past several hours.

I get dressed and climb into the car. As the engine purrs to life the cell phone rings. It’s you on the other end. I smile as I hear your voice again, soft and whispering in my ear once more. I do so love it when you whisper.

“Did you enjoy that?”

I don’t even have to think as I reply, “Yes.”

“Good.” You say, and then, as you hang up, “Decide where and how you want to play next weekend and give me a call.”

I hang up the phone, put the car into drive and start home. I find myself smiling as I begin to wonder how many more sharp blades you can leave with me…

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Tee and Gino

Dogging Wife

Tee:

You knock on my door, and I let you in my place. I am dressed in lingerie — stockings, garter, and a lace thong — and wearing heels. You smile when you see me, which makes me feel sexy.

Once inside my house, I lead you to the bed. You sit on the bed and pull me to you. You grab my exposed smooth butt cheek and squeeze it, while you pull me close and kiss me. I feel your strength, manliness, and aggression, which causes submissive feelings to wash over me. I kiss your neck and earlobes, while I slide a hand down to your crotch to feel your manhood growing. My pussy throbs knowing that I will soon have your big dick inside me.

I unfasten your pants and pull down your briefs and your hard man-sized dick springs up in front of me. I coo, excited to have the opportunity to please you. I go to work on your dick and balls — licking, kissing, sucking and stroking. As I take your dick deep in my mouth, your hand finds the back of my head and gently forces me to take your dick into my throat. As your dick penetrates the entrance to my throat, I gag. You let me back off. Determined to please you, I take you in again. Again and again, I take you in, pushing your cock into my throat, until tears are running down my cheeks, making my mascara run. As I service you, I look up at you and you look down at me. You bring your foot to my crotch, finding my hard clit-like-little-dick straining against my lace thong. The difference between your big cock and my little clit-dick pleases you, and makes me feel even more inferior, feminine.

As I service you, you talk to me in firm but soft tones. You break me down and build me up: you humiliate my masculinity and manhood, reinforce that I was born to a pussy for real men, and compliment me on my dick-sucking skills. I suck and lick and kiss and stroke your cock and balls for what seems like an eternity. I am fascinated by your manhood, and can’t get enough.

I sense what’s coming next — being fucked. The moment comes. You are ready. You yank off my lace panties. I expect you to put me on my knees, but you don’t. Instead, you put me on my back on the edge of the bed and pull my stocking-covered legs together and against your chest. You wrap your dick, drizzle lube on it and my pink hole, and position your thick dick against the entrance of my pussy — and stop. You stare into my eyes. I look away. You demand that I look you in the eyes if I want your dick. I reluctantly lock my eyes with yours. You nudge forward ever so slightly and the head of your dick breaks through my ring. I wince and squirm but you hold me still. You whisper to me, telling me that you are making my ass into a pussy, and that when you are done, I will never be able to go back to being a man. You inch forward. With my legs tight together, the sensation of being stretched apart is intense. You keep penetrating me: penetrating my pussy with your hard dick and penetrating my mind with your words — “Pussy…Cunt…Born to be fucked by real men.”

Slowly, you penetrate me deeper, until your dick finally hits bottom and your pubes tickle my cheeks. You pause. In your expression, I see something. You slowly pull out of me, so slowly that the sensation of losing your rock hard dick is palpable. I feel empty. Looking down at me, you demand that I beg for your dick. I try to resist this humiliation, but I can’t. I must have you in me. I beg. You slowly penetrate me again: just like the first time, opening me up with your manhood. Again, you pull out, leaving me gasping for more. You make me beg again and again, and I do. I must be fucked. You penetrate me, pull out and make me beg for it, over and over. It is utterly humiliating — and sensually overwhelming. You watch me for the moment of surrender, when I lose any pretense of manhood.

Still in complete control, you deprive me of your dick and lay on the bed. You demand that I ride you. I climb on top of you, position your thick dick at my gaping hole, and slowly slide down it. My clit leaks on your abdomen. You tell me to pinch my “tits” while I ride you. I’m embarrassed, but I do as you say. My hips start grinding away on your hard dick, while my clit flops about, leaking. When my eyes meet yours, I see that same strange expression I saw earlier — a knowing smirk. Riding you feels insanely good. I know that if I touched my clit and stroked it, it would spray all over you. But I know better, so I ignore it. You make me ride you until my legs cramp and my pussy is on fire. I am breathless and teetering on the edge.

Then you throw me off of you, flip me over and put me on my knees. You move behind me and mercilessly ram your dick into my swollen pussy. You push my head and face into the bed, and demand that I keep my ass high for you to fuck. You fuck me like a bull. You talk to me again, as you pound away at my pussy. Humiliating me, emasculating me. You pull me up against you with your dick still buried in my pussy, my back against your torso. You grind into my pussy while you hold me tight. You whisper in my ear. You humiliate me more, laughing beşiktaş escort at my little dick, drilling into me that I was born to be a pussy. I’m teetering on the edge. Your hand drops from my chest to my crotch and you flick my clit. As I jump from that touch, you say: “After today, this sorry excuse for a dick will be forever useless.”

Your hand slips into my crotch, cupping my little balls and pubic mound with your fingers and palm, while my clit remains untouched between your fingers. You pull my crotch into you as your dick penetrates me from behind. Again, you whisper into my ear, telling me that I am a pussy now. It’s too much. I start shaking and trembling. An orgasmic wave passes over me and my whole body spasms. You keep going, fucking me with your dick and penetrating my mind with your words. Suddenly, another intense wave passes over me. I yell out. My pussy spasms and contracts on your dick and juice pours out of my clit. The milking sensation from my pussy is too much for you. Ready to cum, you push me into the bed and jackhammer my ass until you nut, filling the condom on your big dick deep inside me. You collapse on top of me. I am utterly spent.

A minute later, you pull out of me. You carefully remove the condom, as you command me to roll over. You tip the condom over my face, pouring your cum all over my face. You look me over, and say: “Look at you. Dressed in stockings, heels and make-up. Your ass gaping like a well-used pussy. Your little pink clit untouched and throbbing just from being fucked. My cum smeared all over your face. Still think you’re a man? You need to get real.” You dangle your big, sticky dick over my face. “I’ll let you clean up my dick with mouth and tongue, but only if you admit what you are. To taste me, you got to say it: ‘I am a dickless sissy slut.'”

I look at your big dick inches from my mouth, glistening with cum. I smell the pungent scent of your cum, a real man’s nut. It overwhelms me. I want it, but am afraid. As I stare at your dick, I become aware of you staring down to me, and my eyes lock with yours. In your eyes and expression, I see you for what you are: a man. Someone who takes what he wants, penetrates others, dominates. And I know I am not like you.

“I am a dickless sissy slut,” I whisper as I take your dick into my mouth.

Gino:

She had a fantasy. She was a fantasy come true. I called her Tee.

I arrived that morning; Honolulu looking even more crowded than when I saw it last, was that class reunion only a year ago? Naw, June, not even 10 months, yet. I’m here on a what? Adventure? Mission? Journey? I thought I’d put all these impossible-to-believe wild goose chases behind me. But here I am, with an address to actually go with the too-honest-to-be-fake craigslist ad. Who would make themselves that vulnerable in such a public venue? I had to find out so I wrote. She replied. And here I am on the on ramp to H1 into Town.

I knocked on the door and not for the first or third or even tenth time wondered if I was being set up. There was a time when I trusted people at face value, but that attitude took some hard knocks along the way and I’ve grown wary. Not afraid, just always on a bit of alert…. The door opened and my tension ebbed…she was dressed just as she said she would be: black lace teddy, matching garter, and stockings that went from her toes to fucking forever…heels that only accentuated that further. And that tiny lace thong. Jesus. She held the knob of the door as the silence of that first look took up more precious seconds and a slight apprehension built in her eyes. So I smiled; not the usual goofy one I wear but one that said she was more than I had expected, one that said she was hot, one that said just exactly what I meant to do her in the next few hours. Maybe days.

We both knew what she wanted so she led me straight to her bedroom, I wondered if the man in her was still trying to take charge, so I stopped her just as we edged up to it. Spinning her to me I brought her into a close embrace and studied the surprise in her eyes before tilting her head back and placing my mouth over hers. Her lips were soft, softer than I expected and I could taste her lipstick but didn’t care. I brought my hands up to capture her face and pressed my mouth harder to hers, my tongue starting to probe, demanding to be let in, to tell her she would have to let go of him and just be her. Somehow we were sitting, and my hands started to wander down her body, sliding over her hips and the thin material wisping about the smooth skin underneath until I caught her ass cheek and squeezed. The flesh beneath my fingers gave as I pressed in and released, then pressed in again. She shuddered, gasped into my mouth and I knew she wanted me inside her as her hand slid over the crotch of my jeans and she felt my hardness in there.

Then she pulled back, gave me a challenging look and slipped out of my grasp to kneel on the floor. Her hands went immediately to my belt and button and zipper; how she got my pants down so istanbul escort fast I’m not sure, but she seemed pleased to find no underwear…less to kick out of…and then she was on me: licking, kissing, nuzzling, stroking…using her tongue like a silken weapon of destruction, trying to show me how much she wanted to be a sissy. To me it felt like she wanted to be even more; she wanted to be a cunt, a real slave-cunt to be used and wanted and lusted after and maybe even…loved.

She was good. God, she was more than good and went her mouth finally ovalled to take me in, I was in danger of losing it right then and there, but as she pushed deeper onto my cock I sensed the deep need she had to submit, to be dominated, to lose forever all vestiges of him. So I slipped one hand down into her hair, fisting it at the back of her head and pulling her mouth deeper onto my shaft, trying to slide it into her gullet. She choked. I started to pull back but she pushed herself back onto me. Again and again she tried and swallowed and gasped and choked until tears were running down her face, taking streaks of mascara with them. She looked at me then, her mouth full of my cock and her lipstick smeared and such a look of surrender in those wide eyes. I couldn’t look away as I reached up with my right foot and gently toed the apex of her thong. Her little cock, no her clit was hard, throbbing, straining against the lace and I couldn’t believe how aroused she was. Words began to leave my mouth, the first words either of us had spoken:

“You want to be a cunt, don’t you?” I started gently. She nodded, her mouth still filled with cock. “You’ve always wanted to be one, the kind that men take and use and control and make do things…dirty, naughty things, things that anyone else might find degrading, but you crave, want so much so you never, ever have to be him again, don’t you?” Her eyes grew even wider at those words. “And this is the start isn’t it? You want me to use you, to force him into some corner where he can’t ever try to be you, ever again. You want to show me how good a cunt you can be, don’t you? How a real woman…a real slutty slave cunt submits to real men and frees herself instead. Don’t you?” Her mouth grew softer and wetter as it slid back and forth over the sensitive skin of my throbbing cock and I was sure she was as aroused as I was. She was hearing my words and they were getting to her…getting to her like the swelling and twitching of my manhood in her mouth, but she could also tell that I wanted her as much as she wanted me to want her…the wanton, fully aroused sissy slut cunt kneeling in front of me, worshiping my cock. I reached down and tilted her chin up to look at me again, and she knew by the look in my eyes that I wanted more. She became suddenly shy. But eager. As if emotions were warring within her about how far down the path she had traveled and where that path led.

I slid my cock from her lips and stood up, helping her up with me. She’d looked at me a bit nervously as I placed my fingers on her hips and into the thin straps of her thong. I started them down slowly but at her intake of breath I just yanked on them and they slipped down to her ankles in surrender. I bent and she held onto my shoulders as she lifted one foot then the other out of them, I tossed them on to my jeans. Her clit was now free but that would be for later. She wanted me somewhere else in her and I wanted her there, too. She stepped towards the bed, glancing at me, silently asking if I wanted to take her on her knees but I stopped her, turning her to sit then lay back on the bed. I pulled my shirt off. Finding her lube and a packet on the bed table, I quickly slid on our protection and held her stockinged legs up against my bare chest as I dripped the viscous liquid onto my straining hard on and the pink little rosebud of her pussy. I shifted forward and gently placed the tip of my cock against her soft entrance. I could feel the tightness of her fear and anticipation so I held there, staring down at her, looking for that moment of surrender again. She looked away, as though suddenly ashamed.

“If you want me this way, you’ll have to look at me when I take you,” I whispered gently, but she could hear the command in my voice. She finally looked back and locked eyes with me and I could see she wanted to trust me, to believe I would take her where she so desperately wanted to go…so I nudged the head of my cock into her first ring of muscle and her eyes went wild. She winced and tried to squirm away, but I held her legs tight to me. “If you want to be a woman you have to take it this way,” I said to her as she stilled. “Your ass will be your cunt, your tight, wet heated and wanting cunt that you will never want to be anything else ever again, never want to be him.”

I slid into her a little more and jeez! She was tight. Like a velvet vise. I wondered if, for all her statements in her ad she was, for Christ’s sake, a freaking virgin?! Was I taking her cherry? I kept pushing in, wanting suddenly to possess her, bakırköy escort to make her feel that for right now I owned her. I shoved myself into her until my pelvic bone was pressed up against her sac, mashing it to the side while her clit was caught between her thighs. She was so tight and hot and helpless at that moment that I just wanted to rut inside her body until I filled that sheath to bursting. Instead I began pulling out slowly, so slowly, feeling her insides clinging to my girth, feeling the reluctance as her pussy let me go. Her eyes became frantic. I knew what she wanted.

“Beg for it,” I ordered her sternly. She shook her head once, trying to refuse the humiliation. I slapped the tip of my cock against her empty pussy crinkle, feeling it push out in entreaty. I turned cruel in the moment, recognizing her dark desires. “If you want this cock back up in you, back up in your hot little cunt, I want to hear you beg and beg hard.” Her words came out slowly.

“P…Please,” she started hesitantly, not sure how her voice would sound. I hadn’t cared how, whether she made it all high and little girly, or low, sultry, siren-like. It came out full of need, desperate, as if she wouldn’t be able to stand another moment without her asspussy filled with my cock. I gave her what she asked for. Once. One more steady push into the depths of her cunt and then withdrawing. Withholding. Making her beg. Again and again. Making sure she never thought her hot little cunt was to be used by anyone but a man again. I kept sliding into her and pulling out. It was excruciating for me to do that over and over again, but I wanted her submission, her utter surrender. I kept watching her face for that moment but she kept warring with herself, with him, as if he’d finally awoken to the threat of his obliteration. “Put it back in! No! Not out! Don’t, oh God, Noooo! Oh, MY GOD! I want your cock! I NEED YOUR COCK!!!” I heard her cries, her whimpers of disappointment each time I pulled out but I didn’t see it in her eyes. He wouldn’t let her go. He couldn’t let her go.

Losing patience with her warring selves, and knowing that I’d have to force his acceptance, I lay next to her after pulling out a final time to another tortured sigh looking at her as she stared back in confusion.

“I’m not gonna do all the fuckin’ work here if you wanna get fucked” I growled. “Get up on it and ride, you slutty little cunt! I sneered. I watched as she rose, wondering if perhaps I’d gone too far, but she raised herself up over me, lingerie in disarray, her movements driven by her need to be controlled, to submit to whatever I would do to her, to force her to that place he would never escape from. She placed her pussy, all pulpy and wet from my repeated stabs into it, over my cock and slowly sank down on it with a sigh of fulfillment that I bet she hadn’t wanted me to hear.

“Ride me, baby,” I said more gently as I pushed up into her clenching depths once more, showing her the rhythm I wanted. “Play with your nipples, honey, show me how sexy you are. Pinch them, yeah, that’s it, that’s hot,” I told her as she ground her hips over mine. I felt some wetness fall on my belly and saw that her clitty was starting to leak…”Baby’s into it now,” I thought, and smirked. Her bouncing increased in tempo and I wondered if she was going to come all over me. She’d looked like she wanted to touch her clitty, or maybe for me to take pity on her and rub it for her, but she wasn’t where she needed be. Not where she wanted me to take her. Not yet. She was on the verge though; the sheen of perspiration glowing on her skin and the panting gasps as she tried to breathe told me that.

I pushed her off me and flipped her over and pulled her over to the edge of the mattress. I stood behind her for a moment, watching her ass wiggle back and forth in an invitation I’m sure she had no idea she was giving. I thrust into her spongy asscunt all the way to her core and heard her grunt. I pushed her face into the bedclothes then pulled her ass up with my fingers digging into her cheeks until she pushed it up as high as it would go. Standing so I’d have as much leverage as possible I’d rammed into her over and over, trying to fuck any semblance of him out of her that tried to hide, tried desperately to remain behind. I whispered into her ear bending over her back, curling into her with all the frantic energy of a stud pit bull on a bitch.

“You’re my little bitch in heat, aren’t you?” I felt her tits; little lumps that spoke of starting hormones, but still nipple spiked in arousal. I reached between her legs and flicked her clit and felt her jerk in response. “Oh, man she’s close now,” I thought eagerly. “Take it, little pussy cunt,” I continued, feeling her tremors start to go erratic and her whimpers level up in pitch. “You’re my little pussy cunt now, aren’t you?” as I cupped her mound and soft marble sized balls without touching her clitty. I pulled her onto my cock relentlessly. She started to shake and almost wrenched herself out from under me as she spasmed and her clit started spitting the last of him from her orgasming body. She clenched her cunt over and over again as each spurt left her, driving me into my own climax, thrusting deep into her as my spurts filled the latex film that kept her from being mine completely.

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“Ashley, I need to talk to you, baby.” She came into the living area and joined me on the sofa. I put my laptop away and looked up at her.

“Yeah, Kaye, what’s up?”

“Wanna make some money, baby?” she asked, smiling devilishly and looking absolutely beautiful as she stretched a leg across my lap, wearing only a tube top, g-string, stockings and heels.

“Well of course,” I answered, brushing out her long dark hair with my fingers. Kaye has been a close friend for years, having moved in with me a little over a year ago after I quit my last job to focus on my webcomic and photography side-business. Funds were a little tight then, and I needed someone to share my expenses. At nearly the same time, she had finally broken up with her previous boyfriend. It helped that I’d had a crush on her that survived several relationships, and she had no small attraction to me as well, as even when “attached” she’d found herself sneaking over to “wear out her favorite piece of ass.” So when she became available, inevitably we got involved. Also, she was a highly skilled transsexual escort with a fairly reliable pool of regulars. So far, things were going well. I covered the rent, and she covered all the other expenses. Even so, what she said next kinda caught me off guard.

“I want you to come in with me,” she said simply.

I must have looked confused, because she went on: “Come on baby, I’ve seen how hot you can look. And sometimes I need a partner. And I trust you more than the other girls I know. Besides, you know you’re the only girl that I even get hard for.”

She was right. Almost ten years ago another crossdresser I’d hooked up with had insisted that I dress up for her before we’d do anything intimate. I was still very inexperienced then, so I went along with her on a whim. Since then I’d done it few times for anyone that had a kink for that. Slowly I realized that I did seem to make a rather sexy girl. When I met Kaye, I hadn’t really planned on sharing that with her, since I’d already heard she wasn’t at all into feminized boys or other t-girls. But she surprised me by apparently making an exception in my case. Still, I was a little nervous. “Come on, baby,” she pleaded. “I know we’d make a very good team. And besides, I know you’ve been known to trade a little ass for favors in the past.”

She had me there, though I was still uncertain about taking what seemed like a giant leap forward. “I’ll start you off slow,” Kaye promised.

“I bet,” I said, raising an eyebrow and smiling wryly. “So what, you’re trying to pimp me now?”

“Yes,” she grinned. I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not.

What the hell, I decided, let’s see how it goes. “Okay, we can try it on a trial basis. Trial basis.”

Kaye nodded, looking quite pleased with herself. “Thank you, baby. We’re going to start right now. Rick wants a double tonight, and I’ve seen the way he looks at you when he comes here. Let me tell him he’ll get to see you tonight after all. Give me a few minutes and then I’ll help you out in the bathroom.” She bounded off the sofa and disappeared into the bedroom, leaving me both disturbed and exhilarated at how quickly I’d agreed to this. But then I shook it off and went on into the bathroom, stopping by the closet to pick out a few pieces of clothing.

Just as I’d finished bathing and dressing myself, Kaye joined me in the bathroom. I had no idea how to do makeup yet, so she was going to handle it. She nodded çapa escort approvingly at my outfit, which was a simple setup of ultra-sheer red stockings, red lace boyshorts, and a white camisole. “He’s going to really like that,” she said as she slipped a long black wig on my head and began braiding the hair into a single long plait stretching to the center of my back. “Rick’s really into thin frames and long legs. If he wasn’t used to me after dating for so many years already, he’d have found someone else. I’m a little too curvy for his tastes now.” Kaye was right. She’d started out with a body like mine, only seven inches shorter–but over the years, hormones and then surgery had reshaped her body into an outrageously blatant package of sexiness, with softly angular facial features, 34DD tits, a 26-inch waist and 38-inch hips. And the nine-inch rod of thick black hardness tucked between her thighs didn’t hurt.

“Hmm,” she frowned, looking at my lower jaw in the mirror. “Your shadow is a little dark, but I’ll show you how to deal with it later. Tonight we gotta move quick though.” She skillfully applied foundation and concealer until my face was evenly toned. A few minutes later she stepped back and checked my face out closely, then nodded to herself. “You can handle the rest. I’m going to go keep Rick occupied.” Kaye sashayed back into the bedroom, while I decided on applying some lip-liner with dark crimson lipstick, then eyeliner. No eyeshadow this time, and I decided against spending the time to do my nails too. I lotioned myself down and spritzed my body with a few dabs of perfume, After slipping on a pair of white heels, I joined them in the bedroom.

Rick craned his head to look at me directly as I sat down next to him. He was already naked as the day he was born, displaying an impressively toned Latin body. “Wow,” was all could say as his eyes travelled all over my body. “I kinda wasn’t expecting you to look this good,” he confessed.

I decided to blow that off, deciding to take the compliment in the spirit it was meant. Kaye broke in with a quick introduction. “Ashley, you already know of Rick. So Rick, this is Ashley, as I promised. Now be nice to her.”

“Of course,” he answered, already slipping a hand up my stockings and inside my panties. He fished out my meat and squeezed it gently until it swelled into a raging erection. “Definitely seven inches,” he murmured. “Nice, I love it Ashley.”

I didn’t trust my shaky voice to not spoil the illusion, so instead of speaking I leaned in to kiss Rick hotly. A quick glimpse at Kaye revealed her sitting back against the headboard with her knees up and thighs spread wide apart, watching with a smugly satisfied smile as she idly played with her stiff nipples. Her g-string had been jerked to one side, exposing her balls, while her cock laid back over the flat of her stomach, twitching every so often.

Rick guided me onto his lap, still fondling my dick and playing with my pre-cum as it leaked from my head. I wrapped my legs around his midsection, squeezing him tightly with my thighs and running my hands over his chest, which was as smooth as my own. His nipples stiffened and I started lightly squeezing and brushing my fingertips over them too. He reacted by sliding his other hand down the back of my panties and probing my ass with a single thick finger. “Kaye tells me you’re a bottom slut,” he murmured in my ear softly. “Is that right?”

“Mm-hmm,” was all I could get out, as he’d inserted a second finger just istanbul escort bayan inside my hole. “Get on the bed,” he directed. “Spread your ass open and keep it high.” I rushed to comply, doubling over across the bed with my knees drawn up to my chest and my face pressed into the sheets near Kaye’s feet. “Good,” he said. “Keep it open, like that.”

Rick spit three times directly in my crack and used his fingers to wet down every inch. Then the bed shifted as he climbed behind me and began trying to get his thick bare cock in my tight ass, “Wait!” I gasped, almost pulling away. “You can’t fuck me bare!” Only Kaye got that privilege.

“Yes he can, baby,” Kaye corrected, now stroking her own cock. “I’ve got his STD screening. Rick’s okay. Now be a good slut and give him your pussy. Right now it belongs to him just like it belongs to me.” Well, that was all right then. Just as I allowed myself to relax, Rick buried his own seven-inch duck in my pussy with a single rough thrust. I was still just a little too dry, so my hole was burning like fire with every jab. I was getting distracted by the pain and my hands slowly relaxed, letting my cheeks close up again. “Keep them open, Ashley!” Rick shouted. “I like to see my pussy spread wide open when I fuck it.” I gritted my teeth and pulled my cheeks apart again as ordered. Rick responded by shifting position to a sort of standing squat and pounding nearly straight down into my ass, which was not loosening at all. My hips rebounded with each powerful thrust, and my dick swayed crazily between my legs, flinging thin streams of pre-cum on my stomach, thighs, chest and sometimes my face. Finally after a few minutes of Rick’s brutal fucking, sweat and other fluids began to lubricate us enough for the pain to slowly fade. Not much later Rick’s steady pounding became truly enjoyable as his meat jerked back and forth over my prostrate. I got the familiar urge to pee that normally signaled masterful stimulation of my pussy as it finally loosened up. I turned my head to look at Kaye, who was still calmly watching with that same self-satisfied smile and playing with her dick as I failed to hold back a thin feminine gasp every time Rick bottomed out inside me. Then she slowly extended one of her trim legs in my direction, pressing her toes insistently against my lips. Without thinking I opened up and she immediately jammed her toes against my tongue, moving them slowly back and forth between my lips.

“Suck them for me baby,” Kaye hissed. Her voice was choked with lust, enough for her to do something she’d never done with me. “Come on, lick my feet for me, baby. Do a good job and I’ll feed you this hot cock too.” She held it up so I could see it clearly, now completely slicked down with her pre-cum. “Or would you rather taste my ass instead? Rick fucked it just like he’s fucking you now, and it could use your hot mouth on it.”

We’d done enough 3-ways for her to know exactly what was going on in my head. I had long ago switched my mind off and turned myself completely over to their desires. I felt her toes fucking my mouth gently and my tongue swabbing them over and over. “That’s right, baby,” she whispered. “That’s why I wanted you with me. I know you can’t help letting yourself get bitched out. I just don’t think you should do it for free, baby.”

With Rick’s continuing fucking and Kaye’s encouragement, my body and mind were shifting into a delirium of pleasure. I barely felt the bed shift again as Kaye removed her foot and güngören escort moved in front of me, facing away from me and bending toward the wall, with her g-string again pulled to the side and spreading her own ass with her hands. Rick saw it too, and began fucking me faster, no longer pulling almost completely out but instead short-stroking with only half the length of his dick. “There’s your present, Ashley,” he gasped out. “We both made it for you.”

She’d always teased me about making me clean her out after a fucking, but I’d figured it was just talk since she hardly ever allowed anyone to penetrate her and always used protection if she did. Obviously she was intent on getting it tonight. Irresistibly drawn to Kaye’s spectacular ass, I began licking her crack from top to bottom, while she groaned deep in her throat and pressed her ass ever harder against my face. Soon her motions caused her hole to suddenly spasm and a stream of white cum steadily seeped out of her winking ass. I placed my tongue just above her smooth brown balls and let the cum pool on its surface, then slowly lapped it up. Before any more could leak out, I sealed my lips around her hole again and began sucking it gently. She opened up again and the remaining cum trapped inside her drained into my mouth. “Yes, oh yes, that’s so hot, baby,” whispered Kaye. “Rick, do you know I’ve never had anyone eat my ass after a fuck before? But Ashley loves my ass so much she’ll do it. I can always expect her to do what I need to feel good.”

Rick couldn’t answer, being no longer to hold back. His climax came with no warning–suddenly I heard him grunting and felt his cock throbbing. He kept on pounding me even while his cum coated the inside of my ass, not stopping until his spurts finally ceased. “There you go, Ashley,” he said. Amazingly he was barely out of breath. “Now I’ve left a present for you too.” I couldn’t do anything but remain frozen in place. My ass was throbbing and burning again, and I was too overexcited to have gotten my own orgasm. While I tried to calm down, Rick wiped himself off on one of my stockings. “Keep this bitch around, Kaye,” he said. “The next time I’m back in town I’ll be seeing both of you again.”

Finally I relaxed enough to roll over and sit on the edge of the bed. Kaye joined me, sitting sideways across my lap with an arm around my waist. Both of us were still uncomfortably erect and still extremely turned on. Rick watched us kissing passionately and fondling each other as he got dressed.

“Stay here, baby,” Kaye muttered, breaking our embrace as Rick finished lacing his shoes and gathering his gear. “I’ll get him outta here and then we can finish up.” They left the room, conversing softly. Seconds later I heard the door slam and Kaye came back with a tightly folded wad of bills in her hand. She sat down straddling my lap again and kissed me deeply. “Mmmm I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me, baby. You did sooo good.” She broke off and quickly counted through the cash, which looked to be around $300–a little less than I’d expected for this job, but then I remembered that Kaye and Rick went way back, so she’d probably given him a break. “You’ll get most of it…this time.” She folded up ten twenties and tucked them into the band of one of my stockings, while dropping her portion into her purse on the floor.

“This time?” I echoed sarcastically. “What makes you think there’ll be a next time?”

Kaye stood up and kicked off her g-string, now stretched irreparably out of shape by tonight’s activities. Her lovely brown cock pointed nearly straight up, still fully hard and still glistening with her juices.

“Pretty sure I’ll get my way,” she promised as she held my face steady and guided herself toward my lips.

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