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Das war nicht mein Abend gewesen. Mit einem Kollegen in der Innenstadt versackt und dann lässt er mich, wegen einer Braut einfach alleine mit der Rechnung in einer Bar sitzen. Das kann aber auch sein, dass er mich einfach hat schlafen lassen. Denn ich war mit dem Kopf auf dem Tisch eingeschlafen. Der Kellner weckte mich und präsentierte mir die Rechnung und besoffen, wie ich war, zahlte ich die Rechnung, ohne sie mir anzusehen.

Schwankend, an einer Laterne fest zuhaltend versuchte ich ein Taxi anzuhalten. Doch wollten sich die wenigen, vorbeifahrenden Taxis nicht mit mir belasten. Als mich dann doch einer mitnahm, war die Fahrt nach kurzer Zeit aber auch schon wieder beendet und ich 50 € ärmer. Denn dass ich mir das Getrunkene noch mal durch den Kopf gehen ließ, kam nicht so gut an und das, obwohl ich es noch schaffte, das Fenster zu öffnen.

Danach hielt kein Taxi mehr an, sie wechselten sogar in die Gegenspur. Na egal, denn dass ich mich übergeben hatte und nun du die kühle Nachtluft einatmete, ließ mich klarer im Kopf werden. Nur ohne Zigaretten sackte meine Laune bald wieder auf einen neuen Tiefpunkt, zumal jetzt auch noch ein leichter Nieselregen einsetzte. Am Rand der Stadt, wo es mehr Industriebauten als Mietshäuser gab, war die defekte Leuchtschrift „Zum Strammen Max” und das Neonschild im Schaufenster mit der Aufschrift „Open” ein wirklicher Lichtblick. Hier bekam ich bestimmt Zigaretten und ein Bier könnte ich auch noch vertragen.

Der Kneipenraum im dämmrigen Licht, wirkte komisch, nicht wie eine Bar oder Kneipe. Überall verschiedenfarbige Sesseln und Stühlen, unterschiedliche Tische. Alles wirkte so, als sei man auf einem Trödelmarkt gelandet. Zwei Männer saßen an einem Tisch neben der Tür und beäugten mich und weiter hinten im Raum saßen drei Damen, doch das kümmerte mich nicht wirklich. Ich steuerte auf den kleinen Tresen mit ihren 5 Barhockern zu. Auch hier passte nichts wirklich zusammen, auch wenn die Barfrau das einzige war, das hier rein gehörte.

„Bekomme ich hier noch ein Bier und Zigaretten?” Fragte ich sie.

Die korpulente Frau, so um die 50 Jahre, mit langen, schwarz gewellten Haaren, einem pausbäckigem Gesicht, antwortete mir: „Zigaretten führen wir hier nicht und Bier gibt es nur in Flaschen.”

Ich starrte auf ihr weites Dekolleté, das ihren großen Busen noch größer erscheinen ließ und murmelte nur: „Na toll.”

„Kann ich aushelfen?” Fragte eine Stimme neben mir und ich sah eine geöffnete Schachtel Marlboro Light vor mir.

„Nicht meine Marke, aber nehme ich gern.” Antwortete ich und sah nach links.

Dort saß eine junge Frau, mit rot gefärbten Haaren, wo die braune Naturfarbe schon herausgewachsen war. Auch sie war eigentlich nicht der Typ Frau, auf den ich stand, doch sie sah bizarr aus und ich betrachtete sie genauer. Das Gesicht war dezent geschminkt, nur den Lidschatten in Pink hatte sie großzügig um ihre Augen verteilt.

Ihre Kleidung in Schwarz, mit einem eigenartigen Oberteil. Latexhalsband, an der drei Ringe herunterhängen und am mittleren Ring ging ein weiteres Latexband an ihr schulterfreie Top, wo vier kleine Ketten nach beiden Seiten über die Brust verliefen. Die langen Ärmel waren aus Netzstoff. Mein Blick wanderte hinunter zur kurzen Shorts mit einem breiten Ledergürtel, den langen Beinen und zu deren Enden waren zwei viel zu klobigen Schnürschuhe.

„Und gefällt dir, was du siehst?” Fragte die junge Frau und ich sah sie kurz verlegen an, fing mich aber schnell und stellte die Gegenfrage.

„Bist du ein Grufti?”

„Nein.” Lachte die Frau. „Ich bin Sylvie und finde die Sachen nur einfach geil.”

Die Barfrau stellte mir eine kleine Flasche Bier mit Glas vor die Nase. „Hier, ihr Gaffel, bitte!”

Ich verzog das Gesicht, nahm die Flasche und trag das Bier in einem Zug aus.

„Menno, immer diese Babyflaschen. Dann stell mal gleich noch zwei Bierchen hier hin!”

Dafür erntete ich einen bösen Blick und die Forderung, „Aber nur wenn sie gesittet aus dem Glas trinken! Denn wir sind hier nicht eine Spelunke für Prolls.”

Ich sah mich um und verzog mein Gesicht abschätzig. „Ok, wenn du das sagst.”

Sylvie gab mir Feuer und fragte dann, „Und was hat dich hier her verschlagen?”

Ich sog an der Zigarette und blies den Qualm genüsslich in den Raum. „Nichts Besonderes.” Hinter Sylvie meldete sich jetzt ihre Barnachbarin, die ich noch gar nicht bemerkt hatte. „Muss das mit dem Rauchen hier sein?”

Ich beugte mich vor und sah eine andere junge Frau, die Sylvies Schwester sein könnte. Auch rot gefärbtes, schulterlanges Haar, hübsches Gesicht und ebenfalls in Schwarz gekleidet. Halsband, wie ein Gürtel, an dem die Träger ihres bauchfreien Tops und da drüber einen langärmligen, sehr kappen Hoodie. Eine knappe Shorts mit Schnallen an den Seiten, die mehr Fleisch von ihrem Schenkel zeigte und auch sie trug ein paar klobige Stiefel mit dicker Sohle.

„Auch komm Abby, das schafft die Lüftung schon.” Sagte Sylvie und beugte sich ebenfalls vor, um mir in die Augen zu sehen. „Beachte sie einfach nicht!” Lächelte sie mich dabei an.

Ich escort bayan şişli nickte und schenkte mir dieses Mal das Bier in ein Glas ein. Dabei merkte ich, wie Sylvies Hand meinen Oberschenkel streichelte. Ich sah an mir runter und betrachtete die Hand mit den schwarz lackierten Fingernägeln, die aufgrund meiner Passivität nun meine Innenseite massierte. Oh ja, das gefiel mir. Doch bevor sie noch forscher wurde, stoppte ich ihre Hand und fragte.

„Wo ist denn hier das Klo?”

Sylvie lächelte und zeigte nach hinten. „Die Treppe runter!”

Toilette, stand an der einzigen Tür und schon stand ich in einem kleinen Raum mit nur zwei Toilettenkabinen und einem Waschbecken. Ich ging in eine, holte meinen Schwanz raus und pisste, nicht wirklich treffsicher in die Schüssel. Da vernahm ich, wie eine zweite Person die andere Kabine betrat und hörte Abby’s Stimme.

„Hier setzt man sich, das ist eine Unisex-Toilette!”

Ich schnaubte nur. „Selber Schuld.”

Und ging wieder wankend die Treppe hoch. Dabei merkte ich, dass ich immer noch mächtig einen sitzen hatte. Kaum saß ich wieder neben Sylvie, begann die Fortsetzung ihrer Massage meines Schenkels und wurde mutiger. Hmmm, ja, dachte ich, mach weiter! Und streichelte jetzt ebenfalls ihre nackten Beine und fingerte dabei an ihren Reißverschluss der Shorts. Mein kleiner Freund bäumte sich auf und ich sah über die Schulter, ob wir beobachtet wurden. Aber niemand interessierte sich für uns, selbst die Barfrau wuselte, mit dem Rücken zu uns, hinter ihrem Tresen.

Nur als Abby von der Toilette kam, warf sie mir nur einen verächtlichen Blick zu und setzte sich nach hinten zu den drei Frauen. Sylvie wurde ohne ihre Nachbarin mutiger und begann meine Hose zu öffnen. Dabei sah sie mir kess in die Augen und als sie meinen Penis durch den Stoff berührte, lächelte sie.

„Oh, da freut sich aber einer ganz besonders.”

Sie leckte sich lasziv über ihre Lippen, was mich noch mehr aufgeilte. Ich wollte, dass diese Zunge meinen steinharten Penis leckte.

„Können wir uns irgendwo ungestört unterhalten?” Fragte ich leise und versuchte ihren feuchten Eingang zu finden.

„Oh, da ist aber einer mächtig ungeduldig.” Antwortet sie grinsend. „Wollen wir uns nicht erst mal besser kennenlerne?”

Sie hatte den Saum meines Slips ein wenig heruntergezogen und strich mir sanft über die Kuppe.

„Wieso das denn? Wir kennen uns doch schon …”

Dann stockte ich im Satz. Meine Finger ertasteten keine Möse, sondern einen Penis, der drängelnd in die Freiheit wollt. Erschrocken zog ich meine Hand zurück und schlug erst die Hand zwischen meinen Beinen weg, sprang auf und schloss ganz schnell meine Hose.

„Was bist du den für ein Freak?” Schrie ich wohl ein wenig zu laut auf und alle Blicke richteten sich auf uns.

„Was denn gefällt es dir nicht?” Fragte diese Transe traurig.

„Du spinnst wohl, du abartige Schwuchtel.” Erwidert ich wütend und trat noch einen Schritt zurück.

Jetzt schaltete sich die Barfrau ein. „Mäßigen sie sich und unterlassen sie diese Beleidigungen!”

Wütend sah ich die Barfrau an und rief, „Was soll ich? So was Perverses …”

Sie fuhr mir nun ebenfalls laut und energisch über den Mund, „Sie sollen ihre Stimme senken und diese Kraftausdrücke unterlassen!”

Ich fing an, zu kochen. „Wissen sie überhaupt, was das hier für eine perverse Sau ist?”

Ruhig und trocken antwortete sie, während sie dabei auf die Transe sah. „Das ist ein ganz liebes Mädel und gehört hier zu meinen Stammkunden.”

Entsetzt schaute ich mich jetzt um. „Was ist das hier für ein perverser Laden?”

Dabei sah ich, dass die beiden Männer aufgestanden waren und einer das Wort an mich richtete.

„Das ist hier ‚Der Stramme Max’ und du bezahlst jetzt besser und verschwindest von hier!”

Ich überhörte die Warnung und brüllte nun die beiden Männer an. „Und ihr beide seid wohl auch ein paar Schwuchteln?”

Jetzt ging alles ganz schnell. Im Nu waren die beiden Männer bei mir. Einer packte mich, dreht mir den Arm auf den Rücken und zwang mich so in die Knie und der andere Mann ohrfeigte mich hart und forderte scharf.

„Ich denke, du entschuldigst dich jetzt bei den beiden Damen!”

In meinem Stolz gekränkt, spucke ich vor ihm aus und antwortete. „Was, bei der fetten Sau und dieser Transe?”

Im nächsten Augenblick erkannte ich, was das für ein Fehler war. Denn jetzt war Abby dazugekommen und trat mir mit ihrem Stiefel in die Magengegend, dass ich mich krümmte.

„Ich glaube, du bist hier das perverse Schwein und brauchst wirklich mal eine Abreibung.”

Der Mann ließ mich los und Abby trat erneut zu.

Die drei Mädels von hinten feuerten sie an. „Ja, Abby, mach ihn fertig!”

Und sie trat mir hart in den Arsch und gegen die Oberschenkel, dass ich mich nur noch am Boden winden konnte. Abby stellte mir den schweren Stiefel in den Nacken und Sylvie hockt sich jetzt zu mir und hauchte.

„Oh, man, es hätte so ein schöner Abend werden können.”

„Ihr spinnt wohl, ich werde euch anzeigen.” Jammerte ich.

Erneut taksim bayan escort traf mich der Stiefel in den Rücken, dass ich aufschrie. „Das werdet ihr noch bereuen.”

Und Abby knurrte von oben auf mich herab. „Du wirst es bereuen.”

Und wand sich an Barfrau. „Rita, wir dürfen hier doch mal ein paar erzieherische Maßnahmen ergreifen?”

„Aber natürlich. wartet einen Moment, ich schließe nur kurz den Laden ab!” Hörte ich sie zu meinem Entsetzen antworten.

„Wieso bloß?” Sprach Sylvie ruhig weiter. „Eine einfache Entschuldigung hätte es auch getan.”

Dann spürte ich, wie meine Handgelenke gefesselte wurden. Zu spät reagierte ich und befand mich nun zerrend an meinen Fesseln, in einer wirklich misslichen Lage.

„Macht mich sofort los!”, befahl ich mehr flehend als fordert.

Doch Abby zerrte mich auf die Füße und sagte hart in den Raum: „Der hier hat mal eine richtige Tracht Prügel verdient, eine, die er nicht so schnell vergisst.”

Von allen Anwesenden im Raum vernahm ich ein klares, „Ja.”

Abby fragte die beiden Männer: „Könnt ihr mal helfen?”

Und ehe ich verstand, packten sie mich und drückten mich auf eine Tischplatte. Ohne was zu sehen, merkte ich wie meine Beine, gespreizt an die Tischbeine gebunden wurden.

„Ein Seil brauchen wir noch.” Sagte Abby und Rita gab es ihr.

Eine Schlaufe um den Hals und dann unter Tisch durch, an der anderen Seite wieder hoch und erneut um meinen Hals. So war mein Kopf mittig am andern Tischende fixiert und mir war es nicht mehr möglich mich zu erheben.

„Jetzt spinnt ihr wohl total, macht mich sofort los!” Jammerte ich und Abby lacht.

„Nein, erst wenn du deine Abreibung bekommen hast und du demütig um Entschuldigung bittest.”

Eine Hand legte sich auf meinen Arsch und Abby sagte. „Sylvie du darfst beginnen.”

Einer der Männer winkte aber ab: „Da sind wir dann aber raus.”

Und sofort lachte eine der Damen auf und erklärte sich bereit: „Die Schläge übernehmen wir gerne.”

Uund eine andere führte an: „Genau, er bekommt die Schläge auch stellvertretend für alle die Schweine, die da draußen noch herumlaufen.”

Ich sah wie Sylvie ihren Gürtel, mit Lochnieten bestückt, aus der Hose zog und ich bekam es mit der Angst zu tun.

„Bitte nicht!” Fleht ich. „Ich habe es ja verstanden.”

Doch Abby sagte hart. „Nein, das glaube ich nicht.”

Trat vor mich und ich sah in ihren Augen die Verachtung für mich.

„Es muss dir erst richtig eingebläut werden.”

Da klatschte der Gürtel das erste Mal auf meinen Hintern und Schmerz ging hoch bis ins Hirn, dass ich sofort laut aufschrie.

Mit den Worten: „Das geht gar nicht.”

Stopfte mir Rita einen dreckigen Lappen von ihrer Theke in den Mund. „Der brüllt uns sonst noch das ganze Haus zusammen.”

Weitere Schläge folgten, in den ich nun meinen Schmerz in den Lappen brüllte.

Der Gürtel wurde an eine Dame übergeben, die anmerkte: „Die Brieftasche und das Handy muss aber weg!”

Und ich merkte wie man mir meine Sachen aus den Gesäßtaschen entfernte. Erneut ging ein Schlaggewitter auf meinen Hintern nieder.

Dann fand Abby. „Wir sollten ihm die Hose herunterziehen, man sieht ja gar nicht das Ergebnis.”

Wehrlos musste ich auch diese Erniedrigung ertragen, wobei die Schläge jedoch noch mehr schmerzten und meine Augen sich mit Tränen füllten. Als der Gürtel erneut wie ein Staffelstab weiter gereicht wurde, kam Abby wieder zu mir nach vorne, erfreute sich an meinen Schmerzen und den Tränen.

„Jetzt heult er wie ein kleines Mädchen!”

Dabei genoss sie jeden Schlag, der mir zugefügt wurde. Es kam mir wie eine Ewigkeit vor, in denen man mich weiter schlug und das alles wurde auch noch bejubelt. Rita, die mich wohl gerade geschlagen hatte, gab Abby den Gürtel.

„Du bist die Letzte.”

Abby griff, mich anlächelt, danach, doch fasst sie nicht nach der Schnalle, sondern an dem anderen Ende und schon spürte ich die Schnalle. Der Schmerz brachte mich fasst der Ohnmacht nahe und ich glaubte, dass Abby, die mit voller Wucht zuschlug, meine Haut zum Aufplatzen brachte. Sylvie wartete bis Abby ihren letzten Schlag geführt hatte, zog mir den Lappen aus dem Gesicht und wischte mir damit den Angstschweiß und die Tränen aus dem Gesicht.

„Und hast du nun verstanden?” Fragte sie und ich nickte schluchzend. „Dann können wir also da weiter machen, wo wir vorhin aufgehört hatten?”

Ich muss sie wohl mehr als nur verständnislos angeglotzt haben und sie erklärte. „Na ich verwöhne dich und du mich.”

Was wollte sie, fragte ich mich entsetzt und sie musste meine Gedanken erraten haben.

„Na, wenn du wirklich verstanden hast, dann musst du doch gemerkt haben, dass ich dich mag?”

Das konnte doch alles nicht wahr sein, was faselt dieser Freak da. Ich schüttelte den Kopf voller Verzweiflung und Abby lachte.

„Er hat es noch nicht verstanden.”

Strich mir über die breiten Striemen meiner Kehrseite, was wie ein elektrischer Schlag war und mich erneut ängstlich zusammen zucken ließ.

„Dann werden wir göztepe escort ihn uns gefügig machen, bis er es versteht.”

Einer der Männer aber sagte. „Wir gehen jetzt aber. Ihr habt ja alles im Griff und kommt alleine klar?”

Sylvie antwortet. „Und ob, lammfromm wird er werden.”

Und eine der Damen sagte. „Ja, wir schließen uns an. Rita, du berichtest uns doch?”

Die lachte. „Oh ja, ich werde das Schauspiel hier genießen und euch haarklein alles berichten.”

„Nein!” Stöhnte ich erschöpft, doch Sylvie streichelte meine Wange.

„Doch mein Süßer und du wirst es lieben.”

Und erneut schüttelte ich den Kopf.

Sie gab mir einen Kuss auf die Stirn. „Oh doch, du wirst mich anbeten.”

Rita, die ihre anderen Gäste entlassen hatte, verschloss die Tür erneut und fragte.

„Sylvie willst du dir einen Sklaven ran züchten?”

Abby antwortete. „Wir werden das tun, er hat ja mit seinem Verhalten darum gebettelt.”

Jetzt fühlte ich, wie eine Hand nach meinem Schwanz griff. Ich zappelte wie verrückt, um der Schmach zu entgehen.

„Na, das ist aber ein schrumpelige Etwa!” Spottete Abby, und Sylvie hauchte als Antwort.

„Da war er vorhin aber geiler.”

Mein Zorn und meine Wut gewannen wieder die Oberhand über meine Cham und die Angst.

„Hört auf damit, ihr hattet euren Spaß!” Schnaubte ich.

Sylvie sagte süffisant. „Denkst du, das war Spaß?”

Abby massierte meinen Schwanz, was in mir noch mehr Abscheu verursachte.

„Vielleicht braucht er noch ein wenig Stimulation mit dem Gürtel.” Stellte sie dabei fest.

Sofort zog sich wieder mein Magen zusammen.

„Das glaubt ihr Sadisten doch nicht wirklich?” Fragte ich, meinen letzten Mut zusammen nehmend.

Sylvie antwortete mir lächelnd, „Nein, da weiß ich was Besseres.”

Trat hinter mich an den Tisch und forderte Abby auf.

„Zeige ihm mal deinen schönen Schwanz, der wird ihm gefallen!”

Und dann trat diese Sau tatsächlich vor mich und öffnete ihre Shorts. Als sie mir den großen, steif aufgestellten Penis vor die Nase hielt, schloss ich angewidert die Augen. Eine harte Ohrfeige war die Reaktion.

„Augen auf und siehe auf mein bestes Stück!”

Und zwei weitere Ohrfeigen folgten, als ich nicht reagierte.

„Oder soll ich dich so lange Ohrfeigen bist du folgst?”

Derweil begann Sylvie meinen Hintern zu streicheln und drückte meine beiden Arschbacken auseinander. Als sie mit einem Fingernagel meine Rosette umkreiste, riss ich die Augen weit auf.

„Lass das sein, ihr Schweine!” Schrie ich auf und Abby hielt mir den Mund zu.

„Du sollst doch nicht schreien und wer hier das Schwein ist, hatten wir doch schon geklärt.”

Sylvie freute sich: „Oh, da haben wir wohl einen jungfräulichen Arsch erwischt.”

Bohrt mir einen Finger in den Arsch und fragte mich doch ernsthaft.

„Darf ich die Erste sein, die deine Arschfotze fickt.”

„Wehe, ihr seid doch total durchgeknallt!”, nuschelte ich durch Abby´s Hand, die jetzt den Druck auf meinen Mund erhöhte.

„Wir müssen da mal ein paar Regeln aufstellen.” Sagte diese.

„Du öffnest den Mund nur noch, wenn du angesprochen wirst oder wir ihn als Maulfotze brauchen.”

Ich glaube, mir fielen vor Entsetzen gerade Augen aus und bekam eine harte Kopfnuss.

„Hast du das verstanden?”

Ich schüttelte erneut den Kopf und bekam wieder den dreckigen Lappen in den Mund.

„Sylvie, lass das Gespiele!” Forderte Abby, die gerade mit ihrem Finger meinen Darm untersucht.

„Er braucht erst noch ein wenig Motivation.”

Die quetschte meinen kleinen Bällchen so fest, dass mir vor Schmerzen regelrecht schlecht wurde und forderte dabei.

„Nun mache es uns doch nicht so schwer, oder stehst du auf Schmerzen?”

Das war ein Alptraum. Wieder und wieder wurde mein Hoden mal lang gezerrt und dann wieder gequetscht, dass ich in meiner Verzweiflung nur noch heftiger den Kopf schüttelte. Abby fragte mich, während sie meinen Kopf an den Haaren hochzog.

„Haben wir uns jetzt verstanden?”

Ich versuchte so gut wie es ging zu nicken.

„Und du fügst dich jetzt und machst, was man dir sagt?”

Erneut nickte ich, denn ich hielt einfach keine Schmerzen mehr aus. Sofort begann Sylvie meinen Schwanz zu wichsen und tastete nun mit zwei Fingern nach meiner Prostata.

„Dreckig aber geil.” Stellte sie dabei fest.

Abby drückte derweil ihre Eichel gegen meine Lippen.

„Maul auf und lasse dir bloß keine Dummheiten einfallen!”

Drückte mir aber zur Sicherheit Daumen und Zeigefinger in die Wangen. Von diesen zwei Freaks, erst so misshandelt und jetzt missbraucht zu werden, war so erniedrigend, dass ich nur noch weinen konnte und es durch meine Fesselung über mich ergehen lassen musste. Dazu kam noch, dass ich aus den Augenwinkeln, Rita, die Barfrau in einem Sessel sitzen sah. Ihren Rock hochgerafft, die dicken Bein über die Seitenlehnen geschwungen, masturbierte sie, ganz ohne Cham.

Meine Art Vergewaltigung, machte sie so geil, dass ihr Blick der Welt regelrecht entrückt war und doch filmte sie mit einem Handy uns Drei. Nein, es war nicht irgendein Handy, es war mein Handy und meine Brieftasche war gelehrt worden. Ausweis, Kreditkarten, Visitenkarten von Geschäftspartnern und mein Geld waren neben der Alten auf dem Tisch verteilt und legten mein Leben gnadenlos offen.

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Anticipation: The act of looking forward: especially: pleasurable expectation. The saying usually goes; anticipation of sex is better than sex itself. The same can be said of waiting to get a taste of someone you really want to get your hands on. I woke up this morning with a guy on my mind that I am trying to get into my bed. He is in my mind constantly. He teases me and I tease him unmercifully. When I finally get him in my bed I’m afraid I might hurt him. This morning after a long session of emailing back and forth last night I had this scenario running in my brain and I couldn’t let it go to waste. My prospective catch is an instructor at a local school where I am a student. This guy has been in my dreams for a while but I just recently started fucking with his head. He is responding well to my teasing. Here is how I want this plan of mine to go.

After working my self and my new beau into a frenzy after a night of teasing online, I go into the school to see him. As I round the corner to his office I see him coming down the hall in my direction. He smiles and looks about quickly to see who is in the area and then abruptly grabs me by the arm and pulls me into a small conference room, locking the door behind us. I open my mouth to say what I was thinking and he grabs me by the back of my head winding his hand in my hair and pulls my mouth to his. His tongue is probing and seeking mine with a heated passion that only waiting too long for something can produce. I hungrily suck on his tongue as he places his other hand on my ass and pulls me tight to him. I can feel his cock is already rock hard in anticipation. I smash my lips to his and attempt to suck his tongue out of his head with a little gurgle of a giggle. Not to be out done he fights back by sucking my tongue into his mouth.

I didn’t plan on this turn of events but as always I am prepared for what might happen when I see him. I planned on tormenting him today as I always do escort şişli with a lightweight sundress that shows my curves and is a little transparent if the light hits it right. I wore my red thong underware even though it is a light color dress just to give a hint that there is something there. I know he loves the thought of what’s under those panties. He’s seen enough pictures of it. It’s starting to look like I might get a feel of that tongue of his today the way he is sucking on my face. His hands are under my dress now feeling up my smooth ass cheeks. Kneading them like dough and dipping his fingers under the fabric. I know he can feel the wetness spreading from my pussy lips and working its way out to my thighs. My legs are feeling weak so I am trying to lean back on the conference table. Sensing my intentions he eases me back so I can lean against the table as his hands move up under my dress to my swollen breasts. The nipples are so hard they hurt. His hands are lightly pinching my nipples making them ache. Abruptly he pulls his lips off of mine and works his way down my neck kissing and sucking down to my chest. I pull down the top of my dress to expose my tits and allow him access to my aching nipples. His mouth pounces on my tit and his tongue swirls around my burning nipple licking and sucking the heat out of it. Changing to the other nipple I feel the pain subsiding from the intense pressure there.

I haven’t been idle while he is sucking me. I slid my hand between us and grasped his cock in my hand. I can feel the hardness behind the zipper. I push him back slightly and his mouth breaks contact with my tit with a loud sucking sound. I bend over and reach for his zipper pulling it down and opening his belt. His eyes are on me as I glance up to see what he is thinking. His eyes burn into mine as he sees what I am doing. His pants are down around his knees now and his burning cock is in my hand. The object of my bostancı escort desire is now in my control. I tug it slightly to me and he groans. Bending over I lick the head and give it a few pumps as I mischievously turn my head so I can look at him to see his reaction. His eyes lock on mine. I can’t take this tension any more. To get him good and ready I deep throat him once and leave a wet trail of saliva on his cock as I pull my lips away. Not that he will need any lube because my pussy is now so wet I can feel the lips slipping apart on their own. I lay back on the table and pull up my dress exposing my panty covered pussy to him. He leans down and grasps the sides of my panties and whisks them off my legs in one swift motion burying his face in my pussy. I feel his tongue licking and his lips lightly sucking my engorged clit. I know I won’t be able to take this for too long before I cum in his face.

A finger now slides into my pussy finger fucking me. He pulls it out and licks the juice from it. I catch my breath as he slips two fingers back into me. My pussy is sucking his fingers as he slips them in and out. My juices are running down the crack of my ass. Seeing the lubrication is there he slips another finger into my ass hole. The feeling is exquisite. He adds another finger and goes down on my clit again with his tongue flicking my clit like a butterfly. I can feel the heat rising from my pussy into my chest. I can’t see, hear or feel anything but him sucking on my clit. Suddenly I can feel my legs tense as my orgasm rushes through me. My pussy is quivering and I can hardly breath but I know what I must do right now. I have to get his cock in my pussy while I’m still feeling the rush of my orgasm flowing through me.

I gently push his head away from me and roll over so I can slip my legs of the table. Gathering my dress up around my waste I bend over the table pushing my wet pulsating pussy back at him. He takes nişantaşı bayan escort the hint and lines up on my pussy and with one stroke he is in me to his balls deep. My pussy is so wet my juices have come squirting out on his balls. I reach back and grab at his ass cheeks to pull him in harder on the down stroke. His prick is hitting my G spot just right and his balls are slapping my engorged humming clit. I can feel him tensing up. I’m sure it’s been a while for him and he won’t last long. Suddenly he stops pumping and holds me tight. I sense he is trying to hold off as long as he can in my tight hole. I could be devilish and keep pushing my pussy back on him and make him cum but I am savoring the feeling of his swollen cock spreading my tight passage. My pussy is pulsing from my previous orgasm. He starts to pump again slowly pulling his cock back out of my pussy grip all the way to the tip and slowly back in. What a feeling. My pussy is making a squishing sound as he thrusts in and out. I push back to get him back inside of me again and he slaps my ass cheek. I giggle because he is on to my tease.

He starts to massage my ass cheeks as he fucks me now. His thumbs kneading my flesh. My ass hole is staring him right in the eye. I feel the familiar pressure of a thumb pushing against that tight hole. It slips effortlessly inside and he makes little fucking motions with it. It feels so good. As if he read my mind he pulls out his thumb and inserts two fingers. I’m feeling full as he starts to piston my pussy. Faster and faster. I can hear him breathing harder and feel his cock beginning to swell. A gasp escapes his lips and he slams harder and deeper into me than before. I can feel his cock pulsing and imagine those jets of cum shooting up into my cunt. He jerks a few more times and leans over me now. I feel his body pressing into me and I lean into him savoring the moment at last we connected. Suddenly voices in the hall bring us back to reality. Some one is coming to use this room. We scramble for clothes. A quick look around and we leave the room to the questioning glances of the people in the hall. We act like we are just having a normal conversation and pretend nothing happened. Until next time.

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Another Lesson

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“What’s next?” I ask, still somewhat in a daze. “I don’t know.”

“Ummm, do you know anything about anal sex?” you ask coyly.

“An..anal sex?” I stammer. I wondered briefly when I would wake up, but if this was a dream, I think I’d be happy to stay asleep forever.

“Yes,” you say. “Guys are always wanting me to have anal sex, but I’ve never done it and, frankly, I’m a little scared of it. But after today, I trust you. Could you teach me?”

My mind raced. There wasn’t much I could do now, either physically or in terms of instruction. I didn’t have any lube or toys here. On the other hand, the thought of having anal sex with you, a young, beautiful, sexy student, was more than I could handle. I couldn’t pass that up. “Well, yes, I can teach you.” You grin, but that grin turns into a frown as I say, “But not here. Not now. We will have to make some other sort of arrangement.”

“Whatever you say,” you reply grinning. “You’re the professor.” We arrange to meet at a hotel that weekend. escort bayan I book a nice room and make sure I have all of my instructional materials ready. I get to the room almost an hour before we agreed to meet, I’m so horny with anticipation.

When you finally arrive, I can barely control myself. You also seem to be ready and willing, and we continue where we left off in my office. We rip each other’s clothes off and I soon have you down on the bed, my head between your legs. Without the danger of being discovered, you moan loudly in pleasure as I bring you to what seems like an even stronger orgasm than before.

As you come down from your orgasm, I turn you over on to your belly and get you onto your hands and knees, your ass in the air. I get the lube I had brought with me and put some on my finger and some on your ass. You squirm at the touch of the lubricant. I gently rub my finger back and forth across your opening, letting you get used to the sensation. As I can feel tuzla escort you relax, I push my finger into you. You gasp and I can feel you tighten up again. I tell you to relax and soon you are able to allow me to move my finger back and forth. I can hear you start to enjoy it and my other hand pushes a finger into your pussy. I add more lube and slowly push a second finger into your tight ass. I again allow you to get used to the sensation before I start to slowly fuck your ass with my fingers. I add a second finger to your pussy and I can feel you get hotter as my two hands pleasure both of your holes. Your moans turn me on even more, my cock aching for release.

I remove my fingers and bring out the toy I had brought for the evening, a butt plug. I lube it up and tease the opening of your ass with its tip. I push it slowly in and hear you gasp with pleasure and pain as it moves past your sphincter and almost pops into place.

“How does it feel?” I ask. You take a moment to respond.

“Good, findikzade esc I think. Full. But it doesn’t hurt. What do we do now?”

“I’m glad you asked,” I grin and flip you over onto your back, spreading your legs. I thrust my aching cock into your wet pussy and we both gasp from the tightness and fullness of the experience. I can feel the plug underneath me as I thrust into you.

I’m so turned on that any thought I had to go slow flies out the window with my self control. I thrust into you hard and fast. My cock is twitching at the new experience, and your moans tell me that your pussy feels the same way. Soon I reach the point of no return and realize that I hadn’t put on the condom I brought nor discussed birth control with you. But it’s too late.

As our orgasms build, we both let out groans of ecstasy as my cum explodes into you in the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had. The feeling of the plug under the shaft of my cock seems to stretch out the experience as each thrust pulls out more and more cum.

I finally collapse on top of you, completely spent, but knowing we’re not done for the night. You seem to know it too. With your fingers in my hair, you put your lips right up to my ear and ask:

“What’s next?”

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As Sex In The City Turns Ch. 04

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Leo released the pillow from Mary’s face with a grin from hell on his face. His breathing was as if he had just climaxed. He leaned over the bed with his face only inches from Mary’s. His hand clenched around her throat.

“Next time you feel to make our sexual encounters known… I will kill you.” He told her between clenched teeth.

Mary did not utter a word, it was the first time she had seen the monster who dwelled inside of Leo. She looked into his eyes that looked so black and frightening and felt her soul shiver from fear. She felt like a victim from a horror movie.

“I won’t tell never tell anyone about you.” She whispered in fear.

“Good now I need to be pleasured and I see your mouth is still working.” He grinned as he made sure the door was locked.

He walked back to her bed where he made her sit on the side of the bed and suck on his cock to bring him to a climax. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as she licked and sucked on his cock so well. He loved it when she squeezed his balls as she sucked his swollen throbbing cock. His body began to shake maslak escort as the climax was just on the edge of bursting deep down her throat. He grabbed the back of her hair pushing his cock further down her throat when she gagged and he pushed his cock deeper down her throat watching her eyes tear up and spit flow from the sides of her mouth. His cum shot hard down her throat, it was so powerful he actually became weak in the knees.

“My Mary you did actually well, I might come back by for another visit today.” He told her smiling.

Back at Peggy’s hospital room…

Peggy flinched when the door opened to her room, she feared it was Leo returning. Doctor Tate walked into the room smiling at the frightened Peggy lying helplessly in her hospital bed.

“Peggy, I have to examine you now. Lets remove this ugly hospital gown. My, my you do have a nice set of breast.” He said smiling down at her feeling her full breast.

“Peggy I am going to examine your vagina with my special tool.” he told her as he released his throbbing cock from his pants and inside of her üsküdar escort vagina.

Dr. Tate grunted as he released his cum deep inside of her. He smiled down at her as he got himself together and knew he would have to give her shock treatment so she would forget this day with him and Leo all together.

Gina’s Office…

Gina and Charley dressed and she felt something she had never felt before Steven, a warmth filled her very soul. She felt like a school girl and Charley was feeling the same as Gina. Could it be possible to fall in love so quickly? Gina thought to herself.

Gina and Charley left the office arm in arm as they giggled as they walked out of the building like teenagers. Peter watched them leave from the shadows as rage filled his entire essence. Laugh now for revenge will be mine. He thought as he watched them leave together in Charley’s car. He quickly got to his car and headed in the same direction as they went. Soon he was behind them, they pulled into the Mai Kai for dinner and he followed. Peter waited until he was sure they were inside bjk escort and seated, he then went inside to watch his whore with another man.

Deanna & Ryan’s house…

Mark had left to go to the hospital to be with Sue who laid in a coma. Deanna and Ryan sat on the couch in the quiet of the house, she looked at Ryan with a lost child’s expression.

“How did things go so wrong with our friends and family?” She asked him as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“Because they all try to be sneaky with their affairs and it back fires. They should be like us and share with their spouses.” Ryan chuckled.

“Speaking of which we have to meet with Anne and Tennessee for dinner.” She told her husband who she loved more then life it self and hoped he never learnt her deep dark secret she had been keeping from him.

Deanna and Ryan walked into the restaurant the Cave where they sat in their own private cave with Anne and Tennessee. Dinner drinks were ordered while they discussed which motel they would use for their swapping.

Deanna’s heart dropped when she saw the man and woman walk into the restaurant. How would she be able to keep from being seen and her secret from coming out? The secret she has kept a secret for the last twenty years. Deanna’s face became pale when her and the mans eyes met.

To be continued…

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Appetite

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After turning on the oven and setting it to 320 degrees Farenheit, she took the thawed chuck roast from the refrigerator and set it down onto the counter.

I’ll have to slow cook it, she thought, and let it get all juicy and fall-apart tender.

Maybe with a few carrots, some onions, and a few stalks of celery. Why is it called a “stalk” of celery? I guess what else could it be called.

The word “stalk” brought to her mind the erect cock of her husband. She put a finger lightly on top of the meat package, feeling the cool wetness of the plastic.

My appetite is whetted today, she thought. Then she said it out loud.

“I’m so wet. I’m so wet for you. I wish you were here right now so I could kiss you and fondle all of your parts.”

Goddammit, how can I ever get anything done around here if all I can think about is fucking my husband?

She wore her black yoga pants, the ones that showed off her shapely thighs and butt, and her husband’s gray button down long sleeve shirt, with only three buttons attached. She was a curvy woman, and she liked to flaunt it, even at home by herself. She ran her hand down her soft belly and in between her legs.

God, it is so good when we fuck. I’m so hungry right now, I could just get into the car and go find my man at work and fuck him right there.

Her husband built houses for a living. He was working across the city from their home, building an incredibly expansive and rambling house for a rich couple who didn’t have any kids, but wanted plenty of space to entertain guests.

I’d escort fuck him right on the ground, right in front of all of his co-workers. Maybe they would all get hot and bothered and start taking off their pants and stroking their big thick cocks , watching us fucking as my big strong husband planted his seed deep inside of my waiting, willing pussy.

The growing ache in between her thighs was getting to be too much for her to withstand. Every curve of her body was super sensitive, hugged and caressed by her clothes. She didn’t want any clothes on, not right now. She wanted her husband’s hands all over her flesh. Her hand moved over her pussy and her finger found her impatient clit, waiting to be petted.

She gave herself an exploratory fingering, and the sensations flooded through her.

Where is he, goddammit? I want him right now.

She decided that she had to get dinner into the oven before she could play with herself, and so she turned back to the counter. She pulled apart the plastic wrap on the chuck roast and rinsed the meat in the sink, setting it on a plate and patting it dry with a paper towel, which she threw away into the bin under the counter.

She put a frying pan onto the stovetop and turned the gas burner up to high. She sliced a chunk of butter with a chef’s knife and plopped it into the hot pan. It sizzled and popped as it melted, and she picked up the roast with a pair of tongs and placed the meat into the pan. It crackled and spit, and she washed her hands and dried them with a towel.

If escort istanbul only he was behind me, grabbing onto my upper arms, pulling me close to him. I could feel his hardness in between my ass cheeks and he would cup my soft breast in his hand, running it down to the pulsating crevasse in between my thighs.

She sprinkled sea salt over the beef, and cracked fresh pepper over it.

He would grab me around the waist and hook his thumbs onto my tight yoga pants, pulling them down over my thick legs, exposing my bare bum and pussy for all the world to see.

Her pussy tingled and she longed to be filled with her lover’s hot and hard cock. She walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a couple of organic carrots, an onion, and three celery stalks. She chopped the vegetables up roughly and tossed them into the hot pan with the roast, turning off the gas to the burner. She covered the pan with tinfoil and put it into the hot oven.

I have to touch myself now, she thought, her mind a blur of lust and hunger. She slid her hand down underneath the tightness of her yoga pants and her index and middle fingers found her pussy lips engorged and sopping wet. She slid her fingers inside of herself with a little gasp.

He would put a big strong hand on my neck and push my head down onto the counter. My pussy would be juicy and dripping like it is now. He would grab onto my wide hips and position himself in control behind me. I could feel his hard-on raging underneath the denim of his jeans. He would be hard, so hard for me.

For beykoz escort me. His cock would hunger for me, his mind nothing but a haze of need and urgency.

She got down onto her knees on the hard tile of the open kitchen and plunged her fingers into her pussy once again, ribbing up the slit and circling around her sensitive clit, finding a rhythm and intensity to her ministrations that felt good, oh so good.

Maybe he would just free his raging cock from his jeans and simply plunge straight up into my waiting pussy, slamming his muscled thighs heavily into my soft ass cheeks. I Would feel him sliding his length into me with a groan and another groan as he bottomed out, sunk into my hot depths. He would grab onto my hipbones and slide out ever so gently, every inch of sensation causing us both to sigh and moan, until finally he would slam his meat up into me, grunting like the beast that he is.

As she rubbed her clit she put a hand down onto the cool ground and closed her eyes, imagining her man fucking her from behind as she edged nearer to her own climax. Her horniness was let loose, now, and she longed for some cock to stuff into her pussy and fill her up. She lay her cheek down onto the ground, her round and wide ass high up in the air, her hand fingering her pussy to climax as her thighs began to tremble.

A shock ran through her body when she heard the patio door open and the sound of keys being thrown onto the side table in the foyer.

“Honey, I had to come home to grab a drawing for work, are you in here?” Her husband’s voice was low and tired.

He stepped into the kitchen and found his wife face down and ass up on the kitchen floor, only moments away from an intense orgasm that threatened to overwhelm her entire body.

“Honey!”

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Bush Meating

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Miss Caz decided that as it was a lovely day, not too hot, we would go for a picnic about 20km from home in the bush (Forrest) near our home. We took the usual, a blanket, a bottle of wine, some smoke. Miss Caz also made sure that the toy bag was in the boot and we were prepared for the day. As part of that preparation she had me clean out and shave everything VERY smooth then dressed in cock-ring, stocking and heels I was told to, “Get in the car, I’ve prepared your seat.”

On the passenger seat was the black plug was waiting, 3″ wide I had to settle down on it after the quick scurry out of the door and into the car hoping the neighbours wouldn’t see my near naked body, cock erect with a steel cock-ring, pierced nipples, fishnet stockings and 3″ heels. Greased the plug slid into my loose hole and I settled down waiting for Miss Caz to finish and drive out for the picnic.

Miss Caz took about 10 minutes to come out the door, she was dressed in a long coat, given the fine day unusual but I spied the boots and knew she’d be ‘dressed’ and was in the mood to make me her plaything. We’d had some tensions recently, I’d been off work with an injury and it had caused some arguments, I was sure she’d work out her frustrations and anger with me today.

She got into the car, I could smell she’d been smoking our home grown weed already and she had the glassy eyes she has when stoned. She reached across and grabbed my erect 7 1/2 inches and roughly wanked it. “I’m going to enjoy myself. No one will be able to hear you scream!”

Then she opened her coat to reveal her big dong strapped in place. It’s 12″ x 3″ and she enjoys how the harness I’ve made for it presses on her clit when she uses it.

She wore one of her waspies, her pierced nipples standing out hard, a sure sign she was really horny.

“Reach into the glove box and put on the blindfold and gag.”

I did as I was told and sat there silent and blind.

Miss Caz slapped my bound balls, I grunted. “Look at my slut, out in public, prepared for play.”

I groaned in appreciation and lust, I knew my cock would be leaking and this was confirmed as Miss Caz wiped the drips from my cock onto my lips.

Then the car started and she drove off. I hoped at this time in the morning, 10am on a Wednesday that there would be none of the neighbours around to see us!

We travelled for about bayan escort merter 20 minutes before Miss Caz slowed and turned off the road onto a dirt track, the gravel under the tyres crunching, it was quite a rough one which had me bouncing around on the plug causing me to groan occasionally which would make Miss Caz slap my cock or balls, “shut up slut!”

After another ten minutes or so, the last couple going down hill quite steeply we pulled up. Miss Caz got out and opened my door she reached in and grabbed my ponytail to drag me out, “This way slut!”

She dragged me around and across to where she wanted me, “Stand still slut!”

Miss Caz walked away back to the car, I heard the boot open and some things lifted out and dropped nearby, Miss Caz unzipped the bag and pulled some things out, dropping them to the ground nearby.

She stepped behind me and using her boot kicked my legs further apart. She placed cuffs on either ankle and then both wrists and a collar was attached as well. All the while she said nothing just pushed me into the position she wanted. She then proceeded to attach ropes to the cuffs and pulled my feet wide apart tying the ropes off and leaving me very exposed. My hands were also secured wide apart and above head high, slightly in front of my feet so I was lent forward and utterly helpless and vulnerable.

Miss Caz stood back, “Now your in position I’ll take some pictures to show the girls and if you’re lucky let you see when your wanking for me at home.”

I heard the camera shutter click as she moved about me getting pictures from all sides. “Good, nice and clear and some really good close ups. The video is set so let me start.”

I groaned, my cock was really leaking now I could feel the drops on my thighs as I swayed slightly in the bonds as Miss Caz positioned me.

Miss stepped close, her dong rubbing against my stockings exciting me. She sucked on my neck, licked my smooth armpits, bit my nipples and wanked me, gently this time. I was panting, needing release.

“Excited hubby? Too bad, I’m first today.”

She stepped behind me and grabbed the base of the plug and immediately yanked it from my hole. I couldn’t help it, I squealed past the gag and then she rammed the massive dong she was wearing into me. She grabbed my hips and fucked me straight away. I screamed, my hole anadolu yakası escort bayan was smashed wide open and Miss Caz growled, “I’m going to fuck you until your so loose you’ll need nappies slut.”

I whimpered and begged her to go easy but all she heard were my grunting and she just pounded away.

I felt my guts being smashed open, my sphincter was history, loosened already by the plug during the drive and now the power fucking I was subjected to.

Miss Caz lasted about five or so minutes before her breathing became ragged and she heaved the dong full length into me until I felt her pubes against my buttocks and she held it there as she came, loudly screaming and calling out to the bush, “That’s it you fucking slut, TAKE MY COCK!”

My arse was cumming and juices were dribbling freely from my cock, my prostate was smashed and I spasmed, screaming as Miss Caz reached around and twisted my balls, cock and nipples in her passion.

She held us pinned there for a few minutes then as quickly as she’d entered me she ripped the dong free and left me hanging, open, exposed. I heard rather than felt goo run out of my hole and plop onto the ground between my feet.

I heard Miss Caz open the wine and she was drinking. The she held the bottle to my lips after pulling the gag loose. “Drink slut, you’ll need it.”

I drank, as she just poured it down my throat. Then she lit up and we smoked a joint and I started spinning.

Miss Caz then placed a mask on my face, it was a poppers mask!

She stepped away again then came back and removed the blindfold and let me watch her pulling on a pair of full length black rubber gloves. I knew I was in for it and trembled, part in thrill, part in trepidation.

Miss Caz smiled, “Squealing time piggy. I’m going to fist rape your big hole, film it and only finish when I get two inside you.”

I was thrilled, scared but thrilled.

Miss Caz attached the little blue bottle to the tube of the mask and the poppers began to flow into me, dissolving my resistance, loosening me and beginning my decent into sluthood.

Miss Caz sniffed another bottle, her favourite and then I felt her hands on my buttocks. She didn’t need to spread them in the position she had me tied but I felt four fingers from either hand slip into me. I groaned as she pushed in, 8 fingers bayan escort besiktaş easily slipped into the knuckles, Miss Caz described to ease of her entry, “You size queen slut, 8 fucking fingers and no resistance. You’re disgusting.”

I was thrilled and wanted her to take me.

Miss Caz then began, she just pushed one fist into me, it went easily past her wrist and I was fisted and started to anally cum, as I always do. She laughed and ripped that fist out before immediately punching her other fist in and started alternating her fists in and out, each punch going deeper, I could feel the less geasy forearm of each glove gripping my cheeks as I was opened up. The poppers had me flying and I was trying to get more of Miss Caz inside my sloppy gaper.

Miss Caz was clearly loving her attack on me and very soon I felt her ram as deep as her right fist would go and she just twisted it deeper. Then she started introducing her second hand, the fingers of her left hand gripping her right forearm and stretching me WIDE. I was squealing like a pig and pushing back as Miss Caz announced, “You’re going to take it. That’s everything up to the knuckles of my second hand. I’d sniff REALY DEEP.”

Then she destroyed my hole and I was two fists wide. There felt like a ripping sensation, I screamed and Miss Caz cheered and forced both fist so deep I was lifted on her arms completely off my feet so my weight was supported by my fuck hole. I began to cum really hard and contract, well trying to contract around the impaling fists and forearms.

Miss Caz began to thrust in and out, never letting me off both fists but using them to stretch my hole, pulling back against the ring of tissue that used to be my sphincter.

I lost track of time and just became the fuck-hole she said I would be.

Then she ripped both fists out and I collapsed to just hang in the bindings and let my guts sloppily hang as a loose creanmy rosebud.

Miss Caz went and got cleaned up, i heard the camera shutter going off and then returned and smiled at me. “I’m going to take you down now and you’re going to crawl over to the picnic blanket and suck me off. You can eat before I take you home with two dongs in you. You’d like that wouldn’t you slut.”

I pleaded for her to do this to me. Make me eat her big hole and lick up what I knew would be lots of juice. The ride home would be one long orgasm.

When we got home I realised it was 4 pm we’d been out 6 hours and I’d no idea where the time had gone. I was so wrecked I just staggered to the shower, two dongs hanging out of my hole and not caring that the neighbourhood kids were home from school and I could have even seen.

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Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm Ch. 03

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‘Good morning everyone and thank you for coming today,’ Dr Woodburn’s voice boomed out over the speakers to the room. ‘Our presentation will be beginning soon, so please, if you haven’t already, find a seat.’

I stood waiting in the side room, listening to the room full of students bustle about as they found a seat.

Dr Woodburn had worked with the dairy farm for quite a few years, working to refine the hormone injections that every hucow took. He had begun holding lectures at the local university to teach a new generation of burgeoning scientists in the hopes of expanding research into the field. Explaining the theory to the students wasn’t enough, though. He needed a hucow to help demonstrate his points.

That’s where I came in.

I unbuttoned my tight blouse and pulled it off, freeing my udders from their confinement. That felt better. I had rarely worn clothes in my new life, save for the few times when I had to enter the public. I had voiced my annoyance at the requirement many times. We were hucows; being naked was our natural state. Clothes were even more restricting on us. My clit was too sensitive to rub against panties all day and my udders we so squished inside my blouse. My sensitive teats crying out for release.

In fact, the concept of clothes had begun to seem even more bizarre to me over the last few months. To see normal people covering themselves with tight constraining clothes for no other reason than modesty seemed so restraining to me now. I could understand when it was cold, but to cover up and sweat through summer; a ridiculous notion.

There were other things I felt myself growing away from as time went by. I could barely remember what went through my head when I was out at a bar or club looking for some stud to take me home for the night. I couldn’t remember how we worked out the subtler details. We never said we wanted to fuck each other, but somehow we found a way back to his place. The finer subtleties of normal people was lost on me now with my simpler life. If a bull approached me with his fat erection poking against my ass, I knew to bend over and let him mount me. How did I go about this in the past? With all those clothes it was impossible to see a carnal reaction. How did I know if he was interested in me? I’m not sure how I ever managed.

Although I suppose I didn’t fuck as much then as I do now, so perhaps that explains itself.

However, to go back to the clothes conundrum, my complaints had always been met with the same response: It was the rules normal people required of us. We could do as we pleased on the farm, but in the public, no nudity and no mating. I suppose in the end it is their loss. They don’t know what they’re missing out on.

‘Well, now that everyone has taken their seat: welcome! My name is Harold Woodburn, your guest lecturer for the day, and today we will be exploring the revolutionary science behind hucows.’

There was still a bit of an introduction to go over before Dr Woodburn would be ready for me. I massaged my sore udders with my hands. I was a due for a milking badly. Dr Woodburn had insisted that I refrain from my morning milking so he would be able to demonstrate it to the students, but they hurt so badly.

I squeezed my right teat, hoping to find some form of relief. A droplet of glistening white milk appeared at the end of my large teat and dripped to the floor.

No! I told myself. Dr Woodburn needed me to wait. Who knows what he could need from me. Perhaps he wanted to demonstrate how my udders reacted to the release of being milked. He would be furious if I screwed this up. I had to be a good hucow for him.

To take my mind off the need to be milked, I let my hand fall down over my pregnant belly to my skirt. With a quick flick of the clasp it fell away to the floor. I grabbed my thong and yanked it off, finally feeling the cool air against my nether regions.

Ah, that was what I needed.

My clit throbbed mildly from the constant stimulation it had endured on the trip here. I rather enjoyed looking at my clit. It looked so perfect compared to the one I had in my previous life. It was as big as a cherry and just as red, a side effect from the hucow hormones that no one was yet complain about. I ran my fingers over it, feeling the golden bull ring piercing bump against my fingers.

It was a shame that it was so hard to see it now, though. My growing belly was always in the way. I was five months pregnant and already producing more milk due to it. My boyfriend, Mark, had bred me when I had finished my development to a full hucow. It was an experience I would never have imagined before signing up at the dairy farm. Carrying a child inside me whilst being milked to feed the world; this was the closest thing to some sort of nurturing goddess I could imagine. If only the ancient Greeks had known such a thing. I’m sure there would have been statues of large breasted pregnant women being milked in the Parthenon.

Well, every goddess needs her wicked side, fatih escortları and having a farm full of bulls to mount me whenever I felt horny was all I could ever need. Being milked without a cock in me just felt so hollow now. In fact, if I didn’t have the need for bodily functions, I could think of nothing better than having one inside me 24/7. That level of domination that the bulls possessed was wonderful. They were so powerful that the moment one had you, you couldn’t pull away. As if you would want to, though. There was nothing more wonderful than to let him take you from behind and slip into bliss as he had his way with you.

I scooped up a droplet of my juices as it ran a trail down my inner thigh. Perhaps this wasn’t the best time to let my thoughts drift that way. A bull could see me with my inner thighs covered in my juices, in fact I could think of nothing better than letting him take me in that moment, but a room full of strangers, normal people at that; no, I’d rather not give them the wrong idea.

I picked up my thong and tried to dry my pussy and legs. God I was wetter than I thought.

‘…now I’d like you to welcome Jessica White, a hucow from the dairy farm who has come to assist me today.’

Dr Woodburn’s words caught me off guard. I dropped the sodden panties and straightened myself up.

Here goes, I told myself. My insides churning in a mix of nerves at being presented and excitement to finally be milked.

I opened the door and stepped out into the lecture hall, my udders bouncing with each step. A hundred eyes burned into me as I strode across the room to Dr Woodburn. I gave him a weak smile, trying to ignore the room of students.

He returned a warm smile. ‘Thank you for assisting me, Jessica. Now…’ he turned back to address the room. ‘You know the effects that Hervabovinathine Ceroba have on the subject. Here you can see that clearly – face the audience please, Jessica.’

I turned to face the room and tucked my hands behind my back, clenching them tightly together.

Dr Woodburn stepped slowly around me, poking and lifting parts of my body as he spoke.

‘Here you can see the enlarged breasts, or udders as they are referred to. Hervabovinathine Ceroba encourages rapid growth in the subject until her udders are this big. Their size allows for high amounts of milk production three times daily.’

The students took notes in rapt fascination. Though I noticed some young men were a little too fascinated. Their pens had dropped from their hands as they stared wide eyed. I couldn’t help but smile at what my body was doing to them. The poor guys had better snap out of it soon, for the sake of their grades.

‘And here you can see the elongated nipples, or teats,’ Dr Woodburn continued. ‘Now, not all of this is due to Hervabovinathine Ceroba. The milking machines tend to stretch the teats a little longer.’

‘Now this particular hucow is pregnant, as you can see. That’s not her natural belly,’ He gave a small chuckle that a few in the room echoed. ‘However, pregnancy on a hucow causes much higher milk production, and after this girl has given birth her milk ducts will remain stretched and continue producing that amount of milk for the rest of her life.’

He gave my teat a tug and milk spurted onto the floor in front of me. I bit my lip to stop a moan as the students in the front row leant forward to look at the wet patch in the carpet. God I needed to be milked.

‘Now, Jessica, if you would please spread your legs for us, a bit wider, there, thank you. As you can see, the drug causes an enlarged clitoris amongst hucows. The body has a certain way it reacts to higher levels of chemicals that we can’t accurately control. But, as it doesn’t cause any damage to the hucow, we have found no need to fix it.’

He knelt down beside me and gave my bull ring a flick with his fingers. The class chuckled, thankfully masking the moan that escaped my lips as the vibration travelled up through me.

‘Jessica has a fascination with jewellery it would appear.’ He stood up to look at me in the eyes. ‘I suppose you rather enjoy having it with the heightened sensation your swollen clitoris brings you?’

I blushed as my eyes fell to the floor and I gave a small nod.

Thankfully, Dr Woodburn turned back to the class rather than pressing any further. ‘A lesson you can all learn. Observe what hucows do and why they do such things to get an idea of the effects the drugs have caused. A new body is like an environment and the mind an organism; living organisms adapt to a changing environment.’

He stepped to the back of the room and wheeled out a milking table.

‘Now, I have kept poor Jessica waiting for far too long.’ He led me over to the table and I practically jump on. ‘As I said earlier, hucows regularly milk three times a day. Morning, noon and night. I requested that Jessica refrain from milking this morning so you could see how it’s done, and she is a few hours overdue.’

I sarıyer escortları lowered my udders down into the cups and waited patiently. Dr Woodburn flicked the switch and the machine came to life. The suction cups grabbed onto my udders and the machine pulled rhythmically at my teats, pulling the milk from me in waves of pleasure.

A slave to the sensations and relief, my mouth fell open and I let out a loud moan, forgetting where I was for a moment. My eyes shot open and I covered my mouth with my hand, blushing even further.

Dr Woodburn gave another chuckle. ‘Please, Jessica, don’t be embarrassed. We’re all here to learn. Just do what comes naturally to you, it will give these students the most raw and accurate information to work off.’

I slowly lowered my hand from my mouth, but kept my lip held firmly between my teeth, holding back any further moans.

‘Milking can take quite a while, even more so for Jessica here after such a long time being denied relief, so let’s open the room up to some questions.’

Dr Woodburn fielded question after question, some sailing far over my head as they went deeper into chemistry and biology. Questions detailing the biological makeup of cows and how that has been translated to hucows. Questions on how certain chemicals reacted with others and the body’s response to it. Boring questions. That was for them to know. My purpose in life was just to be milked. Milked and bred like a good hucow. I closed my eyes and let the sensation of the machine tugging at my teats wash over me. It was such a comforting feeling. So enjoyable.

After a while the room fell silent save for the scratching of pens on notebooks.

‘Sir,’ a voice asked from the row of students, ‘is that normal?’

‘Yes, quite,’ Dr Woodburn responded. ‘Being milked causes a higher spike in libido amongst hucows.’

My eyes shot open as I realised what I had been doing. I instantly stopped my hips from grinding against the table; my clit burning with wanting desire.

I looked around at the room or staring eyes, stunned that I had unconsciously done that in front of all of them.

‘Don’t worry, Jessica,’ Dr Woodburn said. ‘As I said it’s normal and quite useful for the students to learn about this.’

‘I…I’m sorry,’ I said meekly, holding my hips firmly against the table as my face burnt red. I couldn’t openly masturbate in front of so many strangers. I just wanted to be back at the farm. Where there were so many bulls to fill my need.’

I bit my lip hard to hold back a moan as the tugging on my teats became harder to ignore.

‘You aren’t the first hucow that has tried resisting the urge while being milked here, Jessica. You don’t have to if you’d rather not, though. Now, back to questions.’

The room was once more abuzz with questions fired at Dr Woodburn, many now, embarrassingly, focusing on my libido. I kept my eyes glued to the headrest on the table, my face still burning with embarrassment. I mustn’t masturbate.

The juices coating my inner thighs were probably glistening visibly under the fluorescent lighting in here. Those guys too transfixed to take notes before were probably getting an eyeful. The sensation in my teats was demanding to be noticed. I sucked in a deep breath. I mustn’t grind against the table.

But my clit was so swollen. It throbbed in time with each pump of the milking machine. Thrub, thrub thrub, thrub. It needed attention badly.

I mustn’t… I mustn’t…

If I was back at the farm I wouldn’t have to deal with this. I could just get Mark or Ethan or any of the other bulls who were nearby to shove their fat cock deep inside my wanting pussy and take away all this pent up desire. To feel their huge balls slapping against my thighs with each powerful thrust…

My clit delighted in pleasure as I gave in and let my hips slid along the table. I shuddered as I reached the end, my clit burning for more. I slid back, grinding my clit into the soft fabric, feeling every thread.

I slowly looked around at the room and the tempo of my grinding gradually increased. Everyone stared at me, taking notes and whispering to their neighbours. I closed my eyes as I settled into a rhythm. There was no escaping it, I was going to cum in front of them like a sex starved slut. I couldn’t resist it any longer. Little moans fell from my lips with each grind. I was closer than I thought I would be.

The world around me swept away as I focused more and more on my growing orgasm. I didn’t care anymore how many students were watching me intently. I needed this.

With one last grind I exploded. My moans echoed around the room as my whole body shuddered. I felt my milk let down heavily into the cups as the machine sucked it greedily away. The waves of pleasure began to slow and eventually fade as I caught my breath.

‘Wow,’ I heard a guy in the crowd whisper as the room watched silently.

Still breathing heavily, I pushed my sweaty hair back from my face maltepe escortları and looked around at the room. So many faces looked back at me with wide eyes and wide mouths. I couldn’t help but giggle. For a few of them, I had unknowingly given them the show of a lifetime.

‘Well,’ Dr Woodburn said, breaking the silence. ‘There you have it. I hope some of you managed to note how her milk let down as she climaxed.’

At least half of the room in unison snapped back to reality and picked up their pens to jot the note down. I giggled once more. I almost felt a little proud of how much of an impact I had.

Dr Woodburn strode over and squeezed the base of my udders.

‘I think she’s about done.’ He gave the clear container underneath the machine a tap with his boot. ‘And that’s how much she expresses in one milking. She’ll do that two more times today. Quite a lot to come out of such a petite young lady.’

I blushed once more, yet this time a proud smile crept across my face. It was rather flattering to hear someone compliment my milk production.

He turned off the machine and help me sit up as the class collected their bags and left for their next class.

‘Thank you once more, Jessica. You were wonderful today.’

I gave him a smile as I stood up from the table, my legs still feeling weak from my orgasm.

As I turned to head back to the side room where my clothes were, a familiar blonde haired girl approached the front of the room.

‘Jess?’ she asked. My jaw dropped as I looked back at my baby sister.

‘Chloe?!’ I exclaimed, running over to her and wrapping my arms around her. My teats were still wet from my milking and left white streaks up the front of her shirt. ‘Oh my god! What are you doing here? Are you studying a science degree?’

‘No, no. I just heard you were going to be here and decided I’d come and see. I haven’t seen you in forever.’

‘Oh…’ I said, letting go of her and suddenly realising what she had seen. ‘So you saw…’

‘Yep,’ she laughed. ‘That… sure was something, Jess. Not exactly what I would have expected to ever see my prudish sister doing.’

I pouted at her. ‘I was never that prudish, was I?’

‘You used to tell mum and dad if I stayed out late with a boy.’

‘That’s not prudishness. That was just… well, I guess that was just me trying to get you in trouble.’

‘I suspected as much, but you barely dated anyone in school, though. To go from ms top of the class to ms topless in class is a large jump.’

I bit my lip hoping not to reveal too much on my face. It was true that I was a late bloomer with the boys, but Chloe had no idea how many guys’ cocks I had had inside me these last few months. I was far from prudish now, but I couldn’t tell her that.

Instead I cupped my udders in my hands. ‘I’m naked for the students to learn. That’s… not quite the same.’

‘Yes, so about that. What the hell Jess?!’ She motioned toward my udders. ‘When did you get those?! And since when were you pregnant?! I’m going to be an aunt and you didn’t even call?!’

I felt horrible for her to find out like this. It was true that I hadn’t told anyone about my new life. It wasn’t exactly something you could explain over a phone call. But I should have at least told them I was pregnant.

‘I know, I’m sorry, Chloe. I was going to call… I just… didn’t get around to it.’

‘Do mum and dad know?’

‘About what? Me being pregnant or me being a hucow?’

‘Either.’

‘Neither.’

‘Why haven’t you told them?’ She crossed her arms.

‘I’ve been… putting it off. I want to tell them that I’m pregnant, but I’m hesitating on telling them the rest. I’m not sure if they’ll approve.’

‘Well you have to tell them eventually. You can’t hide it forever.’

‘I know, I know. So how have you been?’ I asked, hoping to change the subject away from my aversion of responsibility.

She shrugged. ‘Same old, I guess. Work sucks, Jason sucks; I dumped him a few months ago. What about you? How’d you end up here?’

‘Uh, it’s a long story, but the short of it is I was out of work and Mark suggested I try out becoming a hucow. I found I loved it and here I am.’

‘And where’s Mark now?’

‘He’s at the dairy farm with me. I think we’ve been better off there than before. It’s been lovely.’

A murmuring of voices at the door to the lecture hall signalled the next class. Dr Woodburn had already packed his things and left as we spoke.

‘We should probably leave,’ Chloe said. ‘It’ll be a surprise for them to come in and find you standing here stark naked.’

‘Yeah. I need to get back to the farm, anyway.’

‘Don’t be a stranger this time. I don’t want to have to find where you’re on display for a class to get updates on your life.’

I grinned back at her. ‘I promise I will. We’ll hang out this week. I’ll text you with a date.

‘Sounds good,’ she said as she exited through the back door of the lecture hall.

~

I organised for Chloe to come visit over the next few days. I made sure she came to the dairy farm rather than us going out. After the short stint in restricting clothes for the trip to and from the university, I was done with them for at least a month.

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It was the day after my first experience as a submissive to Mrs. Clark and I couldn’t keep my mind on any of my classes. Fortunately none of the classes I had that day were very demanding. I was sitting in my last class of the day, Film Appreciation and we were watching Star Wars. Like most people I have seen the movie about a hundred times so I could afford to let my mind wander even though we were supposed to watching it from the aspect of how it changed film making. I couldn’t help but think about what had done with Mrs. Clark the day before, how she had introduced me to the world of BDSM, and also how she had taken my virginity. I didn’t think she knew that though. I was also thinking about how when we finished she told me to get a lot of rest for today because I would need it for what she had planned. Those words both thrilled me and scared me.

When I glanced around the room I noticed that I wasn’t the only one who was too preoccupied with my own thoughts to watch the movie, Julie Moore looked like she was a thousand miles away. I have always thought she was one of the hottest girls on campus and I wasn’t alone. The only problem was that she never gave any of the guys the time of day. We all figured she was either a real bitch or a lezzie. Regardless, though, she was definitely hot as hell. She was 18 or 19 years old and about five foot seven. She had a slender body, I’d guess she weighed something like a hundred forty pounds or so. Her breasts were nice too, very firm and medium sized, I’d guess a C cup at least. To top it all off, her skin was lightly tanned with a smattering of freckles. Another thing about her that all the guys liked was that she always dressed sexy. Usually, she wore tight jeans or shorts with a halter or a top that showed off her cleavage. This time she was wearing a pair of blue jeans that were so tight they gave her a camel toe, and a white halter top that showed off her navel piercing and it was also thin enough that you could see that she had both of her nipples pierced.

Before I knew it, the credits were rolling and the teacher was giving us our homework, a two page essay on how the making of Star Wars changed the way movies were made to be handed in on Friday.

As we were leaving the room, someone bumped into Julie and she dropped her books on the floor. I was walking buy, so I stopped to help her.

“Thanks.” She said with a smile as I handed her a few of her books and we stood up.

“No problem.” I said and returned her smile.

We walked together to the parking lot neither of us saying much as we walked.

“Bye, see you on Wednesday.” I said as I headed over to my car.

“Bye, thanks again for your help.” Julie said as she walked over to a red Honda motorcycle.

I was a bit surprised to see her attach her bag to the gas tank and then pull on a helmet. As she started the bike and revved the engine a couple of times I called out, “Nice bike!”

She waved her thanks and then started to maneuver her bike out of the parking space. Once she got out Julie gunned the throttle and rode past me and out of the parking lot. As she went past me, I saw 600RR on the back of the bike just under the seat. Something about it seemed familiar, but I dismissed it as I walked the rest of the way to my car I heard the high pitched whine of Julie’s motorcycle fade down the street. I climbed into my own Honda Civic and headed home for a quick shower and a bite to eat before going next door to Mrs. Clark’s house.

As promised, I was at Mrs. Clark’s house at twelve thirty. I rang the doorbell at her back door and she let me in. She was wearing a black leather corset, with a matching black leather thong, and a pair of black leather boots that were thigh high and had spiked heels. Her red hair was also pulled back in a severe ponytail.

“Bobby. I do love when a sub is on time. Now get out of those clothes and meet me down stairs in the playroom.” She said

“Yes Ma’am.” I replied and began stripping as she left me and went down to the playroom.

As I walked down the stairs, I heard Mrs. Clark talking to someone and the distinctive slapping sound of leather on skin. I suddenly became self conscious about being naked in front of someone I didn’t know. I knew if I didn’t do as she told me Mrs. Clark would be unhappy with me and I’d be punished, so I took a deep breath and finished walking down the stairs and what I saw as I turned and gasped in surprise.

Mrs. Clark had a sexy redhead strapped onto a piece of bondage furniture I had learned was called a kneeler, it forced her to kneel with her legs spread and bound to the sides, and her arms out in from of her and bound to the front corners of the kneeler and her head was hanging down. When she heard me gasp, the redhead picked up her head to see who had come into the playroom and my jaw dropped, as I saw that the person Mrs. Clark had strapped to the kneeler was Julie. That’s when I realized why Julie’s bike seemed familiar, I had seen it driving down are street a bunch of şişli escort times.

Both of our faces went bright red in embarrassment as we recognized each other.

“Your collar and cuffs are in the cabinet over here.” Mrs. Clark said as she pointed to one of the cabinets behind her with a black leather slapper she held in her right hand.

As I walked past Mrs. Clark and Julie, I noticed that Julie had on not only a collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, but she also had on thigh cuffs, a wide leather belt around her waist and a leather cupless bra that was attached to the collar around her neck. I quickly took out my own collar and cuffs and put them on when I turned around to walk over and stand in front of the kneeler I was surprised to see that Julie had both of her outer labia pierced with rings. Attached to the rings were thin chains and they were wrapped around her legs in such away that they held her pussy wide open. Julie’s pussy was a bright pick, and it was so wet it was literally dripping with her juices. I walked to a spot a few feet in front of the kneeler and got to my knees on the floor, clasped my left hand in my right behind my back, bowed my head and waited for Mrs. Clark to give me a command.

Mrs. Clark continued slapping Julie’s ass with her slapper for several minutes before she stopped and addressed me again.

“So Bobby, what do you think of my other sub slut Julie here? She’s beautiful isn’t she?” Mrs. Clark asked.

“Oh yes Ma’am. Very beautiful Ma’am.” I said eagerly and truthfully.

Julie’s face turned an even brighter shade of red at my words.

“She’s such a wonderful sub slut. She’ll do anything I ask her to.” She said to me. And then, to Julie, she asked, “Won’t you my pet?”

“Yes Ma’am.” Julie said softly.

Mrs. Clark smiled and said, “Bobby come stand over here in front of Julie so she can suck that wonderful cock of yours.”

I was surprised, but very happy to receive that command. I stood up and walked the few feet to stand right in front of Julie’s face. Julie moved her head so that she could get my cock in her mouth and sucked it into her mouth.

“Ohhhhhhh.” I moaned in pleasure as Julie’s tongue performed it’s magic on my cock. I was totally hard in a microsecond. Julie worked her head back and forth in short bobbing strokes on my cock.

My head was back and my eyes were closed as I enjoyed Julie’s talented mouth. I could hear her sucking and slurping all over my cock as she continued to suck on it.

“That’s enough for now.” Mrs. Clark said, and Julie pulled her head back and left me cock fall from her mouth and bob up and down in front of her face.

“Bobby, come back here.” Mrs. Clark said.

“Yes Ma’am.” I said as I walked around the kneeler to stand behind and slightly to the side of Mrs. Clark.

Mrs. Clark quickly and professionally unhooked Julie’s cuffs from the kneeler and had her roll over on her back before she reattached the cuffs. Now Julie’s ankles were attached to the legs of the kneeler, her thigh cuffs were attached to the front corners of the kneeler so that her pussy was right at the edge, and her wrist cuffs were now attached to the middle set of legs so that her hands were almost touching the floor.

Mrs. Clark came behind me and clipped my wrist cuffs together behind my back. “Bobby, I want you to get on your knees, crawl between Julie’s legs and eat her pussy until I tell you to stop. I want to hear her begging me to tell you to stop.” She told me.

“Yes Ma’am.” I said as I dropped back to my knees and shuffled forward.

I looked greedily at Julie’s gorgeous pussy held open before me by those thin chains attached to her piercings. There was a finger thin strip of bright red hair above her pussy about three or four inches long. I also saw for the first time that Julie’s Clit hood was pierced vertically with a barbell style piercing, I smiled when I saw the capture bead at one end said “SLUT” in red letters over a black background. When I was close enough, I bent over and dove face forward into her pussy. Unlike Mrs. Clark’s pussy, Julie’s had no bitter taste at all. She tasted so good I can’t even begin to describe it. I pushed my tongue in as deep as I could get it and licked, and licked, and licked. I plunged my tongue in and out of her pussy, fucking her tight hole with my tongue.

From the second I started, Julie began moaning, “Oh yes, Oh God. That feels so good. Mmmmmmmm.”

I moved up to her clit and flicked it with my tongue.

“AHHHH!” Julie screamed and her muscles strained at her bonds as she tried to arch her back. “OH GOD! OH MISTRESS! CAN I CUM PLEASE?” Julie cried out still straining at her bonds. I could hear the leather creaking and the metal clips and hook clinking as she twisted this way and that.

“No. Not yet.” Mrs. Clark said flatly.

“OH GOD! UGHHHHHH!” Julie moaned in pleasure and frustration as she tried not to cum, while at the same time I was trying as hard as I could to make her ümraniye bayan escort cum.

I sucked Julie’s clit engorged clit rapidly in and out of my mouth like it was a piece of hard candy flicking my tongue over it the whole time.

“OH! OH GOD! OH PLEASE MISTRESS? PLEASE! PLEASE MAY I CUM?” Julie begged.

“Not yet.” Mrs. Clark said denying Julie’s release once again.

I turned my head slightly to the side so I could look at Mrs. Clark. She saw the question in my eye. Why won’t you let her cum? Mrs. Clark just winked at me.

I turned my head back between Julie’s legs giving her pussy my full attention once again.

“OHHHHHHHHHH!” Julie scream.

I could feel her clit twitching and throbbing in my mouth as I sucked on it. Julie was writhing on the kneeler now. On one hand, she wanted desperately to cum and cum hard. On the other, she wanted to obey Mrs. Clark.

“Ugghhhhhh” Julie moaned as she bit her bottom lip desperately trying to keep from cumming. She was breathing hard through her nose, almost panting as she strained to keep control. It must have been like trying to stop a tidal wave with your bare hands.

“Ummmmm. Please?” she whimpered.

Mrs. Clark stepped up behind me and grabbed the hair on top of my head roughly with her left hand. “Cum.” was all she said as she roughly yanked my head back and brought the slapper down on Julie’s clit with a loud wet SMACK!”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Julie screamed as she released her control and let her orgasm crash into her like a runaway freight train. I was taken totally by surprise as a powerful thick stream of liquid shot out of her pussy and soaked my chest. It felt like someone was spraying me with a garden hose!

“OHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHH!” Julie screamed moaned and gasped.

When Julie stopped squirting, the entire front of my body was soaked from head to toe in Julie’s cum. At first, I thought she had pissed on me, but when some of it got in my mouth it tasted sweet and I knew it wasn’t piss. Julie’s eyes had rolled into the back of her head, her eyelids twitching as her body trembled and twitched like her nervous system had short circuited. About ten minutes or so later, Julie’s body totally collapsed on the kneeler.

“She’ll be worn out for a while after an orgasm like that.” Mrs. Clark told me. She pulled up on my hair guiding me to my feet. Mrs. Clark grabbed a chain lead from the cabinet and clipped it to the ring on the front of my collar. “On over here.” She said as she pulled lightly on the lead.

I followed her to a padded black leather table about waist high. She unclipped my wrist cuffs freeing my hands and said, “Get on the table and lay on your back.”

I did as I was told and Mrs. Clark clipped my ankle cuffs to the bottom corners of the table, and then did the same with my wrists at the top of the table.

“Did you enjoy eating Julie’s pussy?” She asked.

“Yes Ma’am. Very much Ma’am.” I replied.

“Mmmm, I thought so.” She said absent mindedly as she walked away from me and began picking out various toys from different places on the walls. My cock was straight and stiff like a flagpole between my legs. Precum was leaking freely from the tip of my cock and dripping down to my thighs in long thin clingy strings. Mrs. Clark walked back over the where I was bound to the table carrying several toys. She set the toys down on a small table next to the bigger one that I was on.

“Bobby, before we start I’m going to explain a couple of things to you. The first of those is a safeword and how it’s used. In this playroom, we always use the safeword PIZZA.” She explained. “A safeword is used whenever things become too much for you and you want me or one of my guests who may be dom’ing you to stop. Everyone will always respect your safeword at all times. Anyone who doesn’t is kicked out and never ever allowed to return, period. Saying stop or no will not get anyone to stop, but if you say pizza everything stops right away and you’re released and we’ll make sure you’re ok. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am. I say pizza and everything stops.” I replied.

“Excellent!” She said, happy that I understood. “Are you ready to start today’s session?”

“Yes Ma’am.” I replied.

“Good. Oh, one more thing. As you saw with Julie, you must ask for permission to cum. if you don’t or you cum before I give you permission you will be punished.” Mrs. Clark explained.

“Yes, Ma’am. I understand.” I told her.

“Good. Most subs have a hard time with this at first, but you’ll learn. They all learn sooner or later.” She said malicious smile.

I felt a spike of fear course through my spine and out in to the rest of my body when I heard those words. Mrs. Clark picked something up off the small table, it looked like a black rubber cord loop with some kind of fastener attached to it. Mrs. Clark slipped the rubber loop over my cock and balls, and then cinched it tight behind my balls.

“That was a cockring. It will not only delay your escort bayan nişantaşı orgasm, but it will also make you cock a little bigger by constricting the blood flow exiting your cock and causing it to become more engorged then normal.” She said by way of explanation as she moved back to the small table to pick up another item she had placed there. She picked up a pair of wide clips connected to each other by s small piece of chain, and then attached one clap to each of my nipples. “These are nipples clamps. The ones I’m using on you are more for beginners. That’s why they’re so wide. As you progress, I’ll begin using more painful clips on you.” She saw the look of apprehension cross my face and said, “Don’t worry my pet. You’ll come to love these little nasties.”

Next, Mrs. Clark picked up a leather blindfold and fastened it over my head completely blocking off any view I might have had of what was happening to me. “I do so love blindfolds. I find it greatly intensifies the sensation you receive when you can’t see what is happening.” Mrs. Clark said with a touch of delight in her voice.

To prove her point, Mrs. Clark scraped her nails lightly over my thigh and up my chest to my neck. The unexpected sensation caused me to flinch slightly when I first felt it. Mrs. Clark leaned down close to my ear, I could feel the heat of her body on the side of my face and then the moist heat of her breath as she whispered in my ear. “See what I mean?”

“Yes Ma’am.” I replied in a soft shuddering breath.

She didn’t say anything, but I could almost feel Mrs. Clark’s smile as she stood back up. Much to my surprise and disappointment I Heard Mrs. Clark walk away from me, and then I heard her speaking to Julie.

“And how are you doing over here little one? Have you recovered from your orgasm yet?” Mrs. Clark asked.

“Yes Ma’am. I’m fine thank you man.” I heard Julie reply.

“Good. Are you ready for more?” Mrs. Clark asked.

“Yes Ma’am.” Julie replied eagerly.

“Good.” Mrs. Clark replied.

I couldn’t see anything, but Mrs. Clark released Julie from the kneeler and walked her over to a spot in the playroom right under a heavy duty metal hook attached to the ceiling.

“Stay here and assume the position.” Mrs. Clark ordered.

I pictured Julie getting down on her knees, grasping her left wrist in her right hand and bowing her head like I did when I was given that same command, but that’s not what was happening at all. When Julie was told to assume the position she spread her legs just a little more than shoulder’s width apart, then she laced her hands behind her head with her elbows pointing straight out to the sides while she arched her back slightly and then bowed her head.

This position made Julie’s breasts and ass stick out and left her no way to shield herself from anyone who wanted to look at her body. Mrs. Clark came back to Julie carrying to spreader bars in one hand. One was eighteen inches long and the other was thirty six. And in her other hand Mrs. Clark was carrying a short length of chain.

“Hold your arms out for me.” Mrs. Clark commanded.

Julie did as she was told and Mrs. Clark attached the ends of the smaller spreader bar to Julie’s wrist cuffs. Next she bent down and attached the longer bar to Julie’s ankle cuffs. When she was done Mrs. Clark stood back up and clipped the short length of chain to a ring in the center of the smaller bar, and then attached the other end of the chain to the hook in the ceiling. The chain was just short enough that Julie had to stand on her toes from time to time so she could take some of the strain off her wrists. Mrs. Clark went back to her cabinets again and came back to Julie carrying a couple of weights with clover clamps attached to the by short chains. Mrs. Clark attached the clover clamps to Julie’s outer labia and gently lowered each weight until only the clamp attached to Julie’s labia supported it.

“Ugghhh.” Julie groaned softly as the weights tugged on her pussy lips, stretching and pulling them away from her body.

Anyone who has ever had a clover clamp attached to them knows that the harder you pull on them, or the more weight attached to them the tighter they get. The weights attached to Julie’s pussy lips weighed about a pound each.

After a quick check to make sure Julie was ok, Mrs. Clark retrieved another item from her cabinet. When she came back, Mrs. Clark was carrying three small plastic cups that looked like little domes with a chimney on top, and something that looked like a weird gun. Mrs. Clark attached on of the cups to the end of the gun and placed it over one of Julie’s nipples. She squeezed the trigger and the gun, which was really a suction pump sucked Julie’s nipple into the cup. When Julie’s nipple and most of her areola had been sucked into the cup half filling it Mrs. Clark disconnected the pump from the cup, which sealed itself and kept Julie’s nipple sucked inside it. Mrs. Clark did the same thing to Julie’s other nipple, and then she squatted in front of Julie and proceeded to do the same thing to Julie’s clit.

“Ugghhh.” Julie moaned again as her clit was sucked hard into the small plastic cup, even the curved barbell that was vertically pierced through Julie’s clit hood had been sucked into the small cup.

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Black Magic Pt. 02

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Eva woke up with a full fifteen minutes to spare till Alexi showed up. She decided to use that time to wash up. She didn’t think she could handle having someone wash her as well.

She slipped on the robe and found Alexi standing near her bed as she opened the bathroom door.

“Oh hi, I let myself in.” He said cheerily. He picked up a bottle from the bag he had set out on the bed. Eva had to stop her mouth from hanging open. Was that lube? What did you expect? She screamed at herself Silently. This is a sex shop.

And she was a.. Sex worker

A paid slut.

The words made her cheeks heat up. She shook her head. She has got to stop doing this.

“Let’s get you ready”

…

Eva moaned as she buried her face deeper into the pillow. Alexi’s fingers twisted inside her ass.

She muffled a moan as he pulled his fingers out.

“Oh wow, you’re really dripping aren’t you?” he said and Eva looked under her to see a stain on the sheets under her pussy. Her pussy which had transparent strings of slick dripping out.

“If this keeps up…you’ll drip right through your suit baby” He drawled as he spread the excess slick on her inner thighs. She shivered at the contact. Unknowingly she leaned to the touch and Alexi smiled. “Hungry are we?” She heard something rustle behind her. “Let’s give you something to swallow down.”

She cried out as she felt something slip inside her ass. “So loose. It’s a good thing we took our time wasn’t it?” Eva shuddered. The fifteen minutes Alexi fingered her ass was torture . She wanted to come so badly. Alexi pushed more of the toy into her. It felt big and heavy.

She tried to hump against the sheets. To get some friction. Oh, her ass felt so good… she could come just from that but Alexi placed a firm hand on her hip and stilled her. Eva whined and then gasped as he gave her escort şişli ass cheek a light slap.

“Down girl, behave or I won’t be nice.” Eva bit her lip at the demeaning term. Alexi noticed. “You like being talked down to?” Eva nodded shakily.

“Such an obedient girl, do you like being reminded you’re are bitch?” He pressed the toy in further. “Answer me bitch.” Eva nodded as she arched her back at the intrusion.

Her nipple piercings caught the sheet and tugged her hyper sensitive nipples making her moan. “Yes, yes I like being reminded that I’m a bitch master!” She gasped. Suddenly Alexi was near her ear, whispering. “Good girl. Now, if you can hold out till I finish fixing your tail…” He pulled back the toy in her as right to the tip. “You can come.” He drawled before plunging it in again.

Eva cried out at the sudden movement. She tried to press her legs together to stop herself from leaking but Alexi held her legs apart as he fucked her ass. Her cheeks burned and her skin was on fire despite the air-conditioning. Seeing herself drip onto the sheets was humiliating and yet, it turned her on so much.

Not yet, not yet.

She tried not to focus on Alexi’s thrusts and failed miserably. She was being pounded by an anal toy and her legs threatened to give with every thrust. She was almost at her limit when Alexi gave one final push making the toy pound into her gut before commanding. “Come.”

Eva’s hand shot to her pussy. She rubbed at her clit until she felt the heat build up inside her before letting go.

She squirted on the sheets and her ass clenched around the toy.

She was going to slip onto the mattress when Alexi caught her. “You did well girl. Let’s clean you up a bit before we get you made up shall we?” Eva nodded. Her head fuzzy after climaxing. She closed her eyes as she felt Alexi wipe escort bayan taksim her down with a cold towel.

“Miss Wilson” A voice called from the other side of the door. Eva’s breath hitched as she got up.

“They’re ready for you.”

Eva could feel her heart pounding. Had she really thought this through? But then she felt Alexi’s hand on her shoulder.

“Let’s get going shall we?” and for some reason it soothed her.

She looked back at her trainer and nodded. Alexi smiled before his hand tugged at the chain connected to the collar on her throat.

“On your fours then pet. We’ve got an appointment to get to”

Eva silently slid to the ground, biting her lip as she felt the tail plug settle deeper in her ass. She was wearing a black leather bodice that left her breasts hanging and nude save for the golden chains that ran between her pierced nipples. Her breasts were dimpled with goosebumps as the chains rubbed against her skin tantalizingly.

Her hands were fitted into some black gloves. They were sheer just like her thigh high stockings. The bodice was almost like a swimsuit as it covered her nether regions with the exception of the perfectly sized hole were here asshole was to show off her bouncy black dog tail. The bodice was zipped up in the back so that there was no way for her to open it.

And her pussy… Eva blushed as Alexi had opened the zipper along her crotch that left her pink hole in full display.

Of course he had padlocked the buckle on the thin leather belt that went over the zipper so that she wasn’t able to relieve herself. Eva was glad that the suit was leather anything lighter and the way she was dropping there would be a dark spot long before she got to her client.

Alexi opened the door and Eva crawled out. Now as her hands and feet padded on the floor she understood kartal escort bayan why it was carpeted. Alexi gave a light tug at her collar making Eva stop by the elevator. Just then they were joined by another pair. This pet, however had her hands and legs fitted into leather hooves so that she could move.. Like a dog. Eva repressed a shudder as she thought of herself walking in that attire. Strutting alongside her master.

“Ah, Michael going down as well?” Alexi greeted the other trainer. Michael smiled. “Yeah, we have an appointment scheduled for 7.15”

He was attractive. But then again this was a sex shop, Eva thought. Good looks must be in the job description.

The elevator dinged and the two trainers walked their pets inside. Eva noted that the other girl had a curly pink pig’s tail plug set in her ass.

Her eyes widened as she saw the girl’s pussy slick drip onto the floor. She whimpered and Michael gave a small sigh. “Come on pet you can’t dirty yourself just yet. We have to look nice for master don’t we?” He said taking a cotton tissue from his pocket he bent down to stuff it in her pussy making the girl gasp. “There, I’ll leave it there so you won’t go dirtying the carpet.” The girl moaned at the feeling of the tissue against her sensitive pussy. “Will you keep it in for me?” Michael asked and the girl nodded pressing her legs together. Her trainer stroked her hair. “Good girl. Oh, this is our stop.” He said as the elevator stopped. He gave a little wave to Alexi and Eva and walked out with his pet trailing behind.

“Wow” Eva couldn’t help but say as the doors closed.

“It was intense wasn’t it? Even for a small time” Alexi smirked as Eva blushed. “Do you want to try that hmm?” He asked voice low and Eva spluttered “N-No I-I just-” Her denial was cut of as Alexi tugged her chain making her arch her back. “Don’t lie pet, come on be honest” He said and Eva buried her head between her bent hands before breathing out a small.

“Yes”

Alexi loosed his grip. “Very good pet, let’s see what we can do later but for now…” The elevator doors opened. “Let’s get you to your master.”

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Cannonball Belly Fever

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One day when Tom was leaving for lunch from his substitute teaching job at a grade school, he spotted a Mexican mother with two of her children in the parking lot. She wasn’t beautiful, just plain-looking, but she was hugely pregnant!

Now Tom was not a dawg by nature or even a guy who got off on every pregnant woman he saw, but this one was different. So different that he found himself staring at her lustfully as she loaded her kids into her car.

Her belly was perfectly round and enormous, but somehow she was very casual about it. She moved around easily and wore only jeans and a tight, stretchy shirt. But the clothes showed her massive mound off with such plainness that it seemed almost as if she were naked.

He watched her closely until she turned and he got to see her belly in profile. It projected out with such firmness that he thought it was the most sexual thing he had ever seen! Of course the woman seemed to sense his stares and she turned her head his way several times, but not in a threatened way. The escort bayan topkapı exercise ball attached to her body was no big deal to her, obviously.

He imagined groping it as he sat there leering, trying to look like he was busy in his glove box. Yes, he was sure he could feel it now! Tight to the touch! Even hard! He wondered if she knew how sexy she looked? Maybe she did. Either way, he wanted to fuck her and that primitive urge seemed to be getting sent out to her he guessed.

A few weeks later he worked again at that school and saw her walking (not waddling) out of the school door as he was heading in. She smiled at him, perhaps assuming he was a regular teacher there. But there was a quality to her expression that day that told him she was very much in need of sexual attention.

So he looked for her after school and introduced himself. He found out then that her English skills were quite rough so he told her in Spanish he was available for Math and English tutoring if her kids needed escort bayan kadıköy it.

“Oh, good. You help me too!” she told him jokingly.

“Sure!” he replied as he handed his card to her.

The next day she called him and they set up a tutoring session for the same day after school. When he arrived at their somewhat small house he saw it was loud and disorganized so he took her son out to the back porch for the Math lesson. During the session she came out several times with food and beverages and he got to see that belly of hers at face level. She didn’t seem to mind putting it in his face and he suspected he was being teased. He knew she had felt his eyes that day in the parking lot so this belly show was no accident. She was milking it for all it was worth!

After several lessons he realized the only thing he was going to get by going to her home was tamales and fruit juice and an extra $20.00 dollars a week since the house was always full of kids and relatives. So he hatched a plan to get escort bayan fındıkzade her alone. He told her the following week that his car had broken down and he asked her if she could pick him up and drop him off afterwards. She agreed, but to his disappointment she brought two of her kids with her to pick him up. He sat there in the front seat feeling his frustration building as she scolded the energetic rug rats in the back the whole way to her house.

Then he came up with the idea to make the lesson run long so it would be too late for the young kids to ride along on the way back. He stayed that night for two hours and refused the extra money she offered him. And it turned out that his plan worked. No one came along for the ride back to his place. But now he had to find a way to talk about her pregnancy without it sounding weird. He started speaking to her in Spanish.

“You’re so lucky to have all these children!” he started, “I envy you!”

“You don’t have any kids?” she replied sympathetically.

“No, my girlfriend doesn’t want them.” he told her with a dejected tone.

“Oh no! That’s so sad!” she said.

“Yes, it’s hard for me not to have anything to look forward to.”

“Children are very important!” she told him.

“I know. I always try to picture my girlfriend big and pregnant.”

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