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(My first submission. All comments are appreciated. All errors are my own and will work to improve going forward with other stories.)

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“Quim.”

I shook my head to clear my auditory hallucination. I had clearly heard a female voice say ‘quim’, but couldn’t figure where it had come from.

The chair across the table slid back and a woman slid into the vacant seat. “Quim,” she started, “it’s such an underrated word and far more attractive than pussy, twat, or cunt.”

I stared at her, mouth agape. Slowly I got my wits back. “How about vagina?”

“Much too clinical. I would never get turned on saying, ‘Eat my vagina.'”

I tried to place her accent, but had no luck. A trace of British, some French inflections, and some possible German tones. Her English was perfect, just highly unusual.

“You’ll never place my accent,” she said, obviously reading my mind. “My father was a career diplomat, so I grew up all over the world. As a result, I have at least eight different accents working at any one time.”

I looked at her across the table and took a long sip of my coffee. I was enthralled with her eyes, which were a pale shade of gray I had never encountered before. I had noticed her when she walked into the shop earlier, as had every other red-blooded male within eyesight. The coffee shop was right down the block from my apartment, and I had spent many lazy afternoons there over the last few years.

She had strutted in wearing a sleek, tight sweater dress and knee high black boots. The dress clung closely to her curves, stretching across her incredible ass and hugging the swell of each perfect breast. It reached around mid-thigh and was tantalizing. The tight material made it clear she was not wearing a bra. Her blonde hair was cut in a severe bob a little above her shoulders, framing her vaguely Nordic features perfectly.

After getting her coffee, she had sat a few tables away, facing towards me. During a particularly slow leg cross, I had quickly discovered she was not wearing panties and stared a bit too long at the sight of her clean shaven pussy. I try to not be an ogler of women, but the unexpected sight of a gorgeous naked pussy caused me to be a touch obvious. I had quickly put my face back on the screen of my Kindle and avoided looking in her direction.

“When I saw you looking, I was delighted. I thought to myself how sexy it was that you were looking at my pussy, when I realized it sounded much hotter to think you were looking at my quim.”

“You caught me,” I laughed, thrilled at her delightfully dirty mouth. I didn’t mean to stare, but your….err…quim was right there in front of me.”

“I know it is terribly naughty of me to not wear knickers, but it’s wonderful to be so free. Having a handsome man take notice makes the naughtiness well worth the effort.”

“I’m Mike,” I said, extending my hand.

“Penny,” she said, taking my hand. “Penelope, really, but I hate that dreadful name. Nice to meet you, Mike.”

We made the requisite small talk for a while and I discovered she was a free-lance art dealer based in London. She travelled extensively for her work, and liked to walk the cities to discover new places like my coffee shop. I confessed I was a trust-fund baby and mostly did nothing.

“What are your plans for the afternoon?” she asked.

“Finish my coffee and go back to my apartment,” I responded, heart beating faster at what I hoped canlı bahis was coming next.

“How would you like me to join you so you can get better acquainted with my quim?” she asked with a wicked grin.

I almost spit out my coffee, but hastily agreed once I swallowed.

“You must think I’m a terrible slut picking you up this way”, she said as we walked the short distance to my building. “I find it so much easier to get what I want by being direct.”

“Not at all,” I assured her. “I was hoping you didn’t think less of me for agreeing so quickly.”

She laughed as I opened the door and led in her inside. “All men are sluts, darling. Ohh, I love this place!”

I took pride in my apartment and knew it was decorated impeccably. Grandma’s money came in very handy for living the way I wanted. She briefly wandered the living room, commenting on some of my artwork.

“Would you like a drink?” I asked.

“Sure. Gin and tonic?”

I walked into the kitchen area and mixed the drinks. I carried them back and almost dropped them as I walked in to the living space. She had her back to me and was skimming her dress over her head, exposing the most perfect, round ass I had ever seen. I stared, nearly not noticing as she turned to face me. I had an image burned on my retina of her smooth, sleek back, complete with dimples above her glorious ass. The image quickly cleared when I realized the front side was every bit as beautiful as the back.

While her braless state left little to imagination in the dress, the bare view was simply intoxicating. Simply put, she had the most perfect breasts I had ever seen in real life or via photos. A solid C-cup, they were a perfect teardrop shape, with dusky, half-dollar sized areola capped by erect nipples. Her areolas were a few shades darker than her skin, which set them off perfectly. Her stomach was defined, but looked yielding and invited kisses and nibbles. I had seen her bare pussy in the shop, but was still enthralled with the smooth skin.

“Lasered,” she said, again reading my mind. “One question I should have asked before I was standing here naked in your apartment….is there a wife or girlfriend I should worry about that might come through the door?”

I laughed. My mind quickly flashed to Melody, my adorably cute hipster friend with benefits from the building across the street, but knew she was not the type to drop by unexpectedly. We had a strict booty-text only relationship. “No, no girlfriend, fiancé, or wife.”

“Do you like my body?” she asked, running her hands over her hips and up her body to gently cup her breasts.

“You are gorgeous. Easily the best body I have ever seen.”

“No need to flatter….I’m naked and have every intention of fucking you.”

“It’s not flattery, just the truth.” I moved across the room and pulled her close, pulling her body close to mine as my hand roamed the smooth expanse of her back before gently cupping one bare cheek in my hand. I leaned in and kissed her, our mouths opening and tongues exploring slowly before building with intensity.

“Wow! You are a great kisser,” she said, “but you definitely have too many clothes on.” She pulled my shirt over my head and stood back to look at me. “Very nice and in shape.”

“Rock climbing. Real rocks, not climbing walls.”

She unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them with agonizing slowness. She reached her manicured hand inside and slid down. “A bahis siteleri man after my own heart,” she said when she discovered I was commando. Her hand grasped my cock, lightly gripping and stroking the entire length. “Thick and long, just like I like.”

She pushed my pants down over my hips and I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. She stroked me for a short time before slowly sinking to her knees in front of me. She slowly licked the head before taking my shaft in her mouth. She sucked for half a minute before stopping. “Just a little sample for now.”

She turned and strutted towards the bedroom, head and shoulders held high, ass bouncing just so. I would have followed her across three states just to watch her ass move. Once in the bedroom, we stretched across the bed and kissed more. I let my hands wander the landscape of her body, feeling every inch of her beautiful flesh. Her breasts felt even better then they looked, having a weight and give belied by their perky appearance. I bent to her tips, sucking the tender flesh of her nipples and feeling them stiffen under my tongue.

“Harder!” she commanded.

I sucked and nibbled harder, listening for her gasps and changes in breathing to guide me as I tormented her breasts. I squeezed her breasts forcefully as I worked the nipples with my lips, tongue, and teeth, and she started trembling. In an instant, she came. Hard. I had never made a woman come just by playing with her breasts, but I loved the experience.

“Oh, fuck! That was incredible. I have never come like that before. Of course, I have never had a man or woman who could keep me that aroused before, either.”

I moved down, peppering her stomach with kisses and nibbles as I worked my way between her smooth thighs. Ever since the coffee shop, I had wanted to taste her pussy, and here with the chance before me, I was going to make sure I did it right. I placed kisses along either side of her slit, teasing her while I breathed in the intoxicating scent of her arousal. I could see the moisture building as I teased, and knew I could hold off no longer. I dipped my tongue inside her, tasting her sweet juices. She gasped, pulling my head closer as I extended my tongue inside her as deep as I could.

I French kissed her quim, getting more aggressive as I went. She was breathing hard and trembling, and I knew she was close. I had rarely seen a woman come with no clitoral stimulation, but knew she could. I continued eating her tender flesh until she came, then moved up and took her clit in my mouth. She finished one orgasm then fell directly into the next. I didn’t stop until I had wrung two more from her.

“My lord! I have come five times already! I am such a slut!” she cried, holding her face in her hands. “I came here to seduce you, but I think I am being taught a few things.”

I stretched back on the bed, giving her a clear signal. She took it, moving between my thighs and taking my balls in her hand. She licked and sucked, making sure each had the appropriate attention. She licked her way up the shaft and took the head of my cock in her mouth. I didn’t think I could get any harder, but I did, growing as she expertly sucked my cock.

I wanted to come, but I suppressed the urge and pulled her up. I kissed her deeply and moved between her thighs, feeling the tip of my cock slip inside the folds of her dripping pussy. I looked her in the eyes as I slid forward. She pushed her hips bahis şirketleri up, meeting my thrust, and my cock slid deep inside her wetness. I final thrust and I was imbedded fully, pressing against her cervix.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me now.”

I thrust in with long, deep strokes, feeling her writhe beneath me. I kept the long strokes going as she rubbed her clit between us, exploding in an intense orgasm. I rolled and put her on top, watching as the roles were reversed and she began fucking me. She was incredible, pulling off to the point where I thought I would pop out, and then sliding back down, milking every last inch of my cock. I had her turn around so I could see her ride me reverse cowgirl. This was a spectacular view as her ass clenched as she took me fully inside before sliding up. The sight of my cock disappearing inside her beautiful pussy was one I would never forget.

After a few minutes, she came again, and we switched positions once again. This time, I had her place her ass high in the air, with her face against the bed. I moved behind her and slid deep inside her in one long thrust. I gripped her hips and pulled her ass against me, burying myself as deep as I could. I let my cock quiver as I held her in place, twitching it against her walls with muscle control. She started rubbing her clit as I fucked her, and within moments came once again. I was familiar with multi-orgasmic women, but she took the cake for her ease of coming.

When she recovered, she looked back over her shoulder at me. “Would you think me terribly wanton if I asked you to put your gorgeous cock in my arse?”

I reached into the drawer beside my bed and retrieved the bottle of lube I kept handy. I liberally applied the lube to my cock and used my fingers to gently lubricate her ass. I pushed slowly until the head popped in her ass, then began to slide deep inside. When I was fully inside her tight hole, I let her grow accustomed to my cock.

“Yes! Now fuck my arse!”

I stroked in and out, feeling as she pushed back against my intrusion. “Harder!” I thrust harder, feeling my balls smack against her pussy as I drilled in and out of her tight ass. “Fuck me harder!” she cried.

I thrust forward deep and hard, pulling her hips at the same time. Again and again I slammed deep into her ass as she moaned beneath me. She was not satisfied, slamming her ass against me as I thrust into her. “Oh, yes,” she yelled, “fuck me like a little whore. Come in my arse!”

I fucked her as hard as I could, feeling her soft ass each time I rammed forward. I was nearing the edge, and just as I was about to come, she let out a long moan and began to come. I let go, reaching my own orgasm as I filled her with rope after rope of thick come. I didn’t stop until my cock began to soften, and then pulled out of her ass with a wet sound. She sank face down on the bed, moaning softly. I collapsed beside her, looking at her beautiful face in awe.

“That was incredible! I need a shower now.”

We took a long shower together, laughing and soaping each other fully. I sat on the counter and watched as she did her hair and makeup. She slipped her dress over her head and gave me a quick kiss.

“I have a terribly boring business dinner with some clients, but would not be opposed for a second round later. What do you think?”

“I think I could be persuaded.” I walked her downstairs and hailed a cab, kissing her before she stepped inside. I was walking back upstairs when I received a text. It was from Melody. “She was beautiful….too wore out for some fun later?”

I laughed, wondering how I was going to explain to Melody my night was occupied.

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She was stretched out on his bed like all the others; arms above her head, long lean legs akimbo, naked as the day she was born. Sometimes he wondered idly what brought him to this point, as he stripped off the leather skirting that protected his thighs. But not tonight. His eyes fell indolently on the blindfolded girl as he leaned against the table, his hands in the basin rinsing off blood that splattered his forearms and smooth chest.

This one had a fascinating form. She was more curved than the others, her buttocks rising sweetly above the black silk that swathed his bed. Two dimples marked the top of the crease of her ass before it dipped into the folds of her sex. Her legs were muscular, held astride by two cords that secured the limbs to the carved wooden bedposts.

Her back was an elegant violin curve to his appreciative eye, each sweep of those orbs a palpable caress. A cascade of honey blonde hair was clasped up and off the swan-like neck, held firm with a strip of leather. The flesh of her arms rippled with goose bumps, clasped above her head with another leathern cord. Her face was turned away from him, not that it mattered. Whatever features she had — delicate, strong, lovely or plain — were half concealed beneath a black velvet mask that covered her eyes to the tip of her nose. Certainly there would be no discourse this eve. Like all the others she was a reward, a gift from a grateful Tribunus. No poetry would be written about her lovely face, no wooing, no courting. She was a prisoner, a captive brought to be fucked in whatever way a loyal Centuriones cared.

His hands were dried on a soft cotton towel as he stalked toward the bed, a darkly curious look upon his stark Andalus features. Would she lie there unresponsive, her mind a mere shadow? Or could she be aroused, mayhap even to climax?

He sat on the edge of the bed, the formidable muscles of his limbs flexing and shifting under the smooth tan of his skin as he reached forth to splay a hand upon the curve of her lower back. He could feel the muscles tense but no sound fell from her lips in encouragement or censure.

The strong fingers trailed down the curves of her backside, to cup and squeeze the firm flesh. In sudden counterpoint to the gentleness, bahis firmaları he slapped her sharply. Her shoulders visibly tensed, her hands fought their bonds for a heartbeat then… she stilled.

He slid his naked form alongside her own, his swollen cock pressed against her hip, insistent with its heat, but he paid it no mind. Instead his tongue laved the curve of her shoulder.

“You taste like sweet summer fruit,” he murmured, as his tongue traced a tantalizing path down her spine to the curve of her ass. When his tongue delved into the crease, skimmed over her anal bud and into the damp heat of her sex he paused. His hands caressed her thighs whilst his tongue toyed with her clit and even she was unable to resist these unrelenting ministrations. For a moment, her hips ground against the pressure of his tongue, then stilled as though she remembered herself.

A single digit stroked her entrance and after an aching pause, slipped within.

“Hmmm, wetness,” the Centuriones chuckled with wry amusement, “So you are not so detached as you pretend, slave.” His calloused fingertips slid across the sensitive nerve endings and despite the disjointed air she pretended, the muscles in her back tightened and her head shifted.

“You know what I am going to do?” the rich baritone voice whispered, continuing onward with only the briefest of pauses, “I will take you here.” He withdrew his slicked finger and smoothed it over the bud of her anus. He chuckled as she pressed her groin into the bed.

His finger returned to tease her, to trace tiny circles and figure of eights across her clit. His heavy cock throbbed dark and pulsing against his lower belly, but he denied himself the exquisite desire to rub himself against her. He remained still, his control evident in every tensed muscle of his body. Two fingers slid into her and withdraw to swath the copious slick of desire across her anus a moment later.

With a slow, lazy movement, he shifted and lay upon her, supporting his weight on his arms. His cock nestled firmly in the cleft of her buttocks and he allowed himself the singular pleasure from the sensation of that satin skin on the heated underside of his flesh. His lips tasted of the golden curve of kaçak iddaa her neck, the honey blonde curls tickling his cheek.

He paused in the small licks he was tracing along the shell like curve of her ear and whispered. “I am sure you would like to resist my entry, but I want you to imagine something,” His drawl was intoxicating, the press of his cock undeniable, the head so very near her entrance, but not yet… no.

“Imagine being stretched open…” He continued, his voice husky. “The sensation of being split apart that shatters into the most intense, unbelievable, mind pounding pleasure you will ever experience.”

A hand skimmed down to replace his cock at her entrance. His forefinger slid in with little resistance and even she was unable to hold back the keening sound that fell from her lips.

“Imagine the feel of my cock where my fingers are. Can you feel that?” He pumps his finger slowly, “I know you can. I can smell your arousal, it is musky and rich. All you need do is let me into you.”

The words were spoken in rhythm to the slow thrust of his finger. A second joined the first and her hips ground on the sheets. In a brief movement he withdrew and a protest comes from her lips. To oblige he immediately presses his cock to her wet entrance and with bare pressure he moves inward a mere half inch and she moans softly, small beads of sweat breaking out on her brow.

“Let me in,” he entreats, licking the line of her ear and moves his hips hungrily. And it would seem her walls fell, because suddenly her entrance relaxed and he slid in unopposed with a groan.

“Oh…God, you are…so…tight,” He gasped and tilted his hips to gain a precious fraction of deeper entry. A quivering pause on a knife’s edge of agony consumed her until he leisurely withdrew.

The steady rocking of his hips drove the spikes of ecstasy through the base of his spine. Her composure was finally shattering after the first allowance she gave of that most intimate of entrances. Her shoulders tensed and the muscles beneath the golden tan of her skin played and arched. Her hands and feet protested their bondage, pulling and clutching at the leather straps. Small white teeth worried her lower lip as the rose flushed features kaçak bahis of her lower face were set in a rictus of pleasure-filled pain.

The pace quickened. He held her hips, steadying her uncontrolled movements. His next breath was hard to take, then the next…and the next. Each one became a struggle and she was drawing him in…drawing the very life from him. He was holding back the tidal wave of his climax with inhuman effort.

“Come for me, slave girl, feel me in you and come for me,” He whispered as the desire for relief became palpable in his voice.

“Fuck…you,” she gasped harshly with the hesitance of using an unfamiliar language. “You… first.” He laughed, his thrusts hard in initial response.

“A challenge. The slave girl wants a challenge,” He slid his hand beneath her body and circled his fingers on her clit, “So be it.”

Her body rocked, tethered at each end, unable to grip for purchase as she strained against the inexorable straps again and again and again.

“Come for me,” he leaned forward and bit her gently on the earlobe, just enough to provide an exquisite counterpoint to her pleasure. He slammed into her hard and still she resisted release. The sounds that came from his lips were animalistic…a rutting beast. Her own were its mate.

The contractions started as her ass tightened around his cock, again and again milking him with rhythmic pulses. The sensation drove a strobe in his brain, directly linked to his length. With a final thrust he pressed deep and groaned his release. He collapsed on her briefly, spent.

When he removed himself from her he lay to one side, relishing the cool of the silk against his sweat-shined skin. Her back rose hard and fast, mirroring his breathing.

“You fuck divinely for a slave,” He uttered, his voice rich with amusement.

“Fuck you,” Her reply was smooth as honey, the vowels rounded as she emulated his tongue. Thin fingers still worked at her bonds, but he did not release her. He turns his head to regard her blinded face. “I fuck divinely for a princess.”

“I wondered who would end up with you,” He drawled while standing from the bed in one languid, predatory motion.

“I will kill you next time, Centuriones,” She promised softly, stilling her struggles.

“I will make you beg for it next time,” He spoke close to her ear. She jerked her head away from the sound of his voice.

“You first.”

“A challenge. I like that, slave.”

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Richard’s Grey Horse trotted down the crowded London streets, following the path of the mighty Thames. Low clouds hung delicately in the air, whipped into fluffiness by a light breeze as the knight took in his crowded surroundings. Tall, ancient and magnificent buildings rose up from the cobbled streets, sheltering the tinkers and tradesmen trying to sell their wares and services. He was surrounded by the sounds of Smithies and their forges, horses, arguments, the buzz from taverns and the everyday bustle of courtiers and nobles passing through the poorer parts of town on their way to the palaces and official buildings.

Richard was heading for the political region of Westminster, in search of the embassy of the royal court of Madrid. He had recently been mysteriously seduced by Lady Isabella Francisco who somehow knew his name and of his reputation as a gifted lover, and after much contemplation he had decided to find her again in the sprawling stone and thatch animal that was London town. He wanted answers. It was as if she had hunted him down, just to seduce him and had left in the early hours suggesting he follow her. He wanted to go and search for his lost love, Jenny who lived in the country, but curiosity and sheer physical attraction to a woman who had dominated him like no other drew him to the city. He wanted more.

As he approached the centre of the political heart of Westminster, the clothes of the people around him grew finer, more powdered wigs, coats of arms and ornate architecture could be passed in wider, cleaner roads. He stabled his horse at an inn and, still wearing parts of his armour began to wander around, looking up from doorway to doorway to read in heavy, gothic script the names of their occupants. The courts of Florence, Paris, Constantinople and Amsterdam passed by, all adorned with proud, billowing flags and watched over by armed guards in various uniforms. The flag of Madrid was nowhere to be seen and after an hour or so of searching, Richard sat down in an inn, rubbing the coarse stubble on his strong jaw and wondering what he could do next. He contemplated forgetting it all and heading back for Jenny, or retiring to his fathers house for a period of rest. He felt lost and tired.

As he sipped his beer, depressed at the futility of his search a figure in a dark, hooded cloak sat down on the opposite side of his table.

“Senor, you seek Lady Isabella? I can take you to her.” said a female voice, which sounded like it rolled out of an orange grove on sun drenched, Mediterranean foot hills, from beneath the hood. Richard’s eyes stared in shock at the space beneath the hood.

“Who art thou?” he demanded “And how in the seven circles of Hell did thou know of my quest?” The silky Spanish voice, much softer than anything Isabella was capable of replied,

“I am of no importance, but if thou follows me, I will take you to her world.” she stood and walked towards the door as Richard choked down the last of his beer and hurriedly followed her out.

They walked down the streets in silence, gliding in between horses and men, like a determined arrow, intent on fore filling it’s goal without distraction. He passed the same embassies as before and still saw no sign of Madrid’s flag. The caped girl stopped suddenly in the street and motioned Richard down an alleyway, which was dark and canlı bahis almost invisible between two other elaborate embassies. He walked down it, now followed by his guide who pointed to an unmarked simple door not more than 20ft down the passage. He knocked, and after a brief interval it opened to reveal darkness behind it. He stepped into the gloom and heard the door close behind him. He stood in pitch for a minute or two, before a thick curtain was swung back to reveal glimmering gold and what must have been a thousand candles illuminating a gloriously decorated tunnel of a room.

After gazing at the room he turned to ask something of his guide, who was nowhere to be seen. He began walking into the room, over warm stone floors, littered with fine silk cushions and beautiful fainting couches with a large bed in the centre. The walls were covered with eastern art in the form of mosaics depicting strange figures doing even stranger things to each other, bending in the most unbelievable positions. Gold leaf and candles floated in large glass bowls, while exotic incense burned by the side of a large pool which dominated the far wall of the room. He stood in the glimmering light and the hot, moist air gazing in disbelief at his sumptuous surroundings.

“It’s not the official reception room, you’ll understand, but my friends prefer less obvious surroundings and a lack of windows.” said Isabella’s voice from behind him. She was nearly naked, except for a bejewelled, gold belt with a long white cotton loincloth flowing between her strong, tanned thighs. Her hair was up, in a bundle of black curls and her large, sumptuous and perfectly formed breasts were oiled and glistened in the bright candle light.

“Who are you?” asked Richard as a group nearly naked figures, both male and female, filtered into the room and took up relaxed positions on the couches around him. Some wore masks while others had had their skin painted in bright patterns.

“You know who I am, Richard, but I think you wanted to ask the question ‘why am I so interested in you?’ Am I right?”

“This is so.” replied Richard stiffly.

“I am renowned throughout the world as a woman of insatiable desires. I have travelled as far as India and committed carnal acts with the most virile and beautiful men who have lived in these times”

Richard listened to Isabella speaking at length of sexual encounters where she claimed to have slept with monsters, taken part in orgies with the rich and powerful and found men with the largest tools and reputations to fore fill all of her wants. She boasted of re-enacting every scene that covered her walls and how she had used her body to make her father powerful.

“I had heard of you, while I was in London. The magnificent Richard of Kent who fucked like a machine and loved like a God. I was not disappointed when we met at the inn, though my spies told me that you were not as concentrated as you would have been.” Richard was bemused to hear of spies, but not too surprised to hear that his reputation had travelled. But now his mind was drawn back to Jenny, who he missed with every second and every fibre of his life. His guilt returned, wishing he had headed back to the farm and made her his wife.

“You’re thinking of young Jenny aren’t you?” asked an almost telepathic Isabella.

“How do you know about bahis siteleri her?” asked a shocked Richard “I never mentioned her to you.”

“I have many eyes, my dear” said a smug Isabella “Even those in dark barns on lonely farms.” Had there really been someone there, that night? Before Richard had time to absorb this shocking information, the Spanish beauty strolled towards a red, velvet curtain and tugged at a thick rope beside it.

When she tugged, the curtain fell away and to his shock and amazement, there, wearing the same non-uniform as Isabella, was Jenny. Her blonde hair hugged her shoulders and her perfect little breasts gleamed with an almost divine light. Her innocent eyes, darted nervously around the room before they landed on Richard, who stood, mouth open with astonishment.

“Richard!” she shouted and ran towards him. He took her in his arms and held her tightly to his chest, kissing her head as she wrapped her arms around his muscle bound body. Their embrace lasted for some time, before they parted slightly and gazed into each others eyes.

“I wanted to come back to you, but I didn’t want to risk your life…” he started but she put her hand to his lips.

“It’s okay. Isabella has told me everything. I understand.” The two turned to look at Isabella who was now sitting on the large bed in the centre of the room, smiling with devious delight.

“How can we ever thank-you?” asked Richard in naive innocence.

“It is curious that you should mention this, my dear.” said a smug Isabella “I would ask of you, some entertainment. I think you know what I mean.” She rose from the bed and gestured for them to take her place. As the two moved over to the soft, down filled, silk covered mattress, the Lady sat on a fainting couch and clicked her fingers. A woman came over and knelt on the floor in front of her and placed her head beneath the loincloth.

“The stage is yours.”

Richard sat beside Jenny on the bed and cupped one of her exquisite, familiar, little breasts. He leant in to her and kissed her quivering lips, feeling the softness which he had dreamt of ever since that night. Tenderly, he lightly pressed his mouth to hers and she moaned as his thumb circled her nipple. The room melted away as she placed her hand on his leg, and began to stroke his strong thigh. The kisses slowly became more intense, tongues first probing and now exploring willing mouths tasted each other. His fingers tugged at her nipples, making her moan and shudder while her hand moved from his leg to caress his chest.

He pulled off his shirt and loosened his britches while she pulled the belt from her waste. As they continued to kiss, her hand shot down to his trousers and she slowly fondled and caressed his cock. Her warm hand coaxed his piece into life and before long, she was wanking him off as the blood began to harden him. His hand slipped to her side as he slowly leaned her back onto the soft bed, where his long dark hair fell across her face while hers spread over the silken sheets. His hand then found it’s way to her warm, moist pussy. He fondled it’s soft lips and rubbed it with gentle but firm fingers which soon found their way deeper into it’s welcoming heat.

He stood and moved in between her legs before he lowered his head and bent to his knees. He kissed the inside of her thighs while bahis şirketleri she played with her breasts, purring and giggling to herself. His kisses moved agonisingly close to her crotch before he went back to her inner thigh, building her up slowly before he moved in. His kisses eventually got to her wet cunt where they became tender, probing licks. His hot breath and rough tongue made her instantly soaking and her moans grew louder with every stroke. His lapping got faster and deeper before two of his fingers found their way into her pink space exciting her beyond containment. She came, convulsing on the bed in throws of ecstasy as her sweet nectar ran into his sucking, licking mouth.

As she calmed, she sat up and pulled Richard to standing so that his cock was inches away from her face. She lifted it at the base with one hand and slowly slid the head into her mouth, tickling it with her tongue and sucking it hard. She began to slide it in and out of her mouth, brushing it with her teeth and taking it deeper with each movement. Richard looked up and groaned with comfort and pleasure as she began to take it ever more in her hot mouth. She gagged slightly as it touched the back of her throat, but kept going, harder and faster still while she massaged his balls with her free hand. Richard placed his hands on her head like he had done in the barn. He began to slowly move his hips, fucking her face and growing in excitement.

When he felt he was ready he lifted her up and moved her so she was kneeling on the bed. He placed his hands on her hips and touched the head of his dick to her pussy lips. He slowly pushed his beast inside of her and she came again, fluid trickling down her legs as he pumped slowly, getting deeper inside of her. He grunted. She moaned. His cock pushed into her cunt and she screamed in delight as he moved his hips and squeezed her sides. He began to fuck her hard and she came over and over again, her body responding to her throbbing clitoris and her joy filled heart. His pumping got even faster until she thought she would die of delight before he came. The feeling of his juices mixing with hers made her cum once again and this glorious happening between her legs felt alien but beautiful.

He withdrew and before Richard knew what was happening she had turned around and was sucking their cum from his cock, not wasting a single drop. While she was doing this, the room began to filter back into view. Groups or pairs of people were engaged in sex, and Isabella herself had discarded her woman and was currently sandwiched between two men, filling both of her holes as she came with euphoric shouts, grunts and moans. Richard lifted Jenny up and whispered into her ears

“Our love does not belong in this place. We have paid the woman what we owed, now let us leave in love, before she makes us join this circle” Jenny nodded and ran behind the curtain to put on her clothes while Richard dressed. They met at the door and moved silently through it as the orgy continued.

Two hours later, Isabella lay naked on her couch, reflecting on a good day. The caped girl approached her and knelt in submission to her mistress.

“What news of Kent and the girl, Maria?” asked the fulfilled Isabella.

“They have left London and are heading for the south coast, my Lady. Our agents follow them and will continue to do so until you say otherwise.” said the girl. Isabella chuckled and lent forward so that she kissed the head of Maria.

“Do not worry, my dear. I am sure we shall be seeing more of Richard and his woman. I am sure…”

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A very special thanks to my darling friend, Woody, whose fantasy… about me! (((BIG GRIN))):o) inspired this.

*

Judith and Delta, “Fuck Cunt” and “Cow” to the two men in the room, were naked on their hands and knees on a bed. The bed was in a cheap, dingy hotel in the middle of Downtown Kingston. It was late afternoon on a Wednesday in the Jamaican capital, and both professional women were oblivious to the sounds of the traffic in the street four storeys below them.

The women were side by side, hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder. They were getting fucked from behind, their gigantic melons swaying in unison. Up and back. Up and back. Judith and Delta’s nipples were nearly touching the bed; their arm-length tits responding to the pounding from their companions.

Judith dropped her head occasionally, looking down, obstructing the view of the man who was fucking Delta. He had insisted that both women crouch in front of a mirror so that he could watch their four mammoth breasts swing. The pose tired her for she was not a young woman, and she had allowed herself to put on an extra thirty pounds. Neither man seemed to care what she looked like; they just wanted her to do whatever their perverted fantasies desired.

“Keep your head up, you fucking cunt!” the man fucking Delta growled at Judith.

Everything that dangled swayed: balls, boobs, braids. The man nailing Judith blew his load inside her a few minutes after they started. The ferocity of his assault caused her jugs to shake and beat back, forth and sideways as she also juddered to a climax. His cum squirted out strongly as he finished fucking her with a last few ragged strokes. Her cunt milked the last drips from him desperately. He pulled away roughly and slapped her ass. As his spunk dribbled out of Judith’s body she finally collapsed. The man’s cum dribbled out of her pussy into a puddle on the bed. She lay in it, sighing in relief, feeling dirty pleasure at the no-rubber, cunt fucking that she just accepted from him. Then to her surprise, she began to cry.

The man ploughing into Delta just looked toward the mirror on the vanity next to the bed so that he could watch his own cock ramming her cunt. His hand tightened in her hair as he watched her boobs, swaying, back and forth like a slow blues song. He ignored Judith’s tears completely.

Judith’s guy was done with her. He seemed disappointed, not only because he had cum first, but also because his friend, the man fucking Delta, showed no sign of climaxing any time soon. Judith was disappointed about that too.

“Some whore you turned out to be,” Judith’s man complained, apparently trying to hide his embarrassment. “This bitch hasn’t got any staying power,” he said to the other man. “I want my fucking money back!”

He slapped Judith’s ass again, smiling because it shook like a plate of pudding. Judith hid her face in the bed covers. She was still euphoric from the fuck; full of cum though now increasingly embarrassed that the man was saying that he hadn’t enjoyed being with her, and that there were two people who had witnessed that. His complaint about her technique only heightened the shame that she felt about the fact that she had been compelled to accept money from him for her services in the first place. She would not be allowed to return it even if he insisted. She would be expected to argue with him until he permitted her to keep the money. Her Dom wouldn’t care that she had promised herself to give it to Delta, compensation for her services; he would just want to see her take it from the client.

Judith turned and saw that Delta was still pumping away with the second man, but not for long. He had slipped his cock out of her soaking cunt and slid it into her ass in one violent stab.

“Tight!” the man groaned, approvingly.

Judith heard Delta groan loudly also, but beyond that, she did not seem unduly perturbed. Delta really was a pro! The man rode her hard, but she seemed to be able to push back on him thrust for thrust. Wasn’t she in pain?

Judith wondered, for the first time, what sort of life this woman really had, how long she had been at this and why she had come to this as an occupation. She wondered if she should, or even could, do anything to help a genuine woman of the street. She wasn’t ready to think about that seriously at the moment, but she suspected that Delta would haunt her thoughts if she did not. For some reason, Delta reminded her too much of herself for comfort.

Judith’s guy wasn’t completely done; he was just done with her. He hustled around to the other side of the bed, kneeled on it and yanked Delta’s head back by her hair and an ear. Her mouth opened involuntarily, a gasp of pain, and he rammed his cock home, roughly.

Delta obviously could not hold her head that far back and she started to cry. Neither man would let her stop servicing him though. Both men rammed into her body in tandem, one into her ass, the other into her mouth. Her jugs went every which way, and the men made lewd remarks in response güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri to that. She seemed to be in real pain, but they kept her body taut, delighting in the grotesque figure that she made.

The cock in her mouth cut off her air. Her eyes were red, clenched tightly shut, and gushing tears. She struggled, but the men would not stop. She tried to give one of them a push. Nothing happened. She clawed the air in desperation.

Judith watched what was happening to Delta while still in her stupor of climax. She did nothing to save the woman. It was not she who was being battered; it was not even Delta that she saw. It was some other person next to her, on this bed, in this increasingly sleazy room in this nondescript hotel getting the life fucked out of her. Judith wondered exactly what words the men would use to describe her if they were asked and thought that she would never find out what they had said.

Both men came at last. They had pumped Delta full. Cum dribbled out of her ass and cascaded down her legs. It came out the corners of her mouth. Judith’s man had nearly drowned Delta in it so it came out her nose as well. She gasped for air. She was in a desperate state, but still, no one in the room really cared.

“Fuck,” said the rear guy who had fucked Delta’s ass, tiredly. “This cow is not bad for a thousand dollars. You ought to get your money back, dude. That fat bitch was useless.”

“Yeah, but,” said the front guy who had fucked Judith before raping Delta’s mouth, “she sure has some awesome tits. Cunt’s not too bad, either now that I think about it. You’re a lucky man, Woods!”

They both laughed. The rear guy slapped Delta on her ass repeatedly. It jiggled. He reached over and spanked Judith’s ass, several times too. It wobbled; and, if his hoots of joy were anything to go by, it was exactly what he wanted from her. It embarrassed her, however, and while she kept her head averted from him she pushed up a little to offer herself to him some more.

He noticed the gesture and kept spanking her. He knew that she was a pain and humiliation slut and tried to oblige her as often as possible.

“What an ass,” he exclaimed. “Two beautiful, fat asses! Four huge melons! What’s not to like here, P?”

“A cunt that hasn’t got any staying power,” said the other guy, obviously directing his comment to Judith. “That’s what. Do you still have that butt plug that you brought, Woody?”

“Yeah man; why?”

“Give it to me. I want it for this fucking cunt bitch.”

The man reached over with the anal plug that his friend gave him. He ran it along the slit between Delta’s legs and having lubricated it, he moved it over to Judith. He tore her buttocks apart roughly and tried to stuff the toy into her body. Judith resisted as best as she could, but eventually he prevailed; and she learned a new level of humiliation when he fucked her ass with it until his arm became tired. Neither of them came. He left it wedged in her hole and told her not to move it for the rest of the night. The other man smiled in complete agreement with his friend and turned a warning eye on Judith cautioning her against disobedience.

Delta had collapsed on the sheets, too. She was facing Judith; smiling, conspiratorially, at the quietly petulant expression on Judith’s face. She could see that Judith hated anal sex, but that it was becoming common place for her to endure it. She was glad that the sex was over for her with these men; happy for the fuck fest and cum and whoring to be done for the next hour or so when her pimp would expect her to collect her next trick. She reached over and took Judith’s hand. It was cold.

Judith could still feel cum leaking out of her pussy and the butt plug filling her ass. She could see the thread of drying cum on Delta’s face. She closed her eyes to shut out the image. One of the men, she didn’t know, or care, which, kneeled next to Delta’s head. She knew that he was there only because she felt the bed sink. She heard water stream. She wondered if he was pissing on Delta and if she would be next. She planned to protest if he came anywhere near her. He didn’t and the other man was, apparently, not into golden showers.

The man pissed in Delta’s hair and on the side of her head away from her so Judith watched the other woman’s reaction to being pissed on. Delta obviously didn’t like it at all, but she didn’t protest either. Judith could smell it, now, the ripe odour of a man taking ED drugs to help him keep it up. She could see the rivulets of urine begin to flow down the other woman’s neck from her hair and ear as they got soaked. Delta closed her eyes and suffered in silence.

The two men dressed. They laughed, congratulating each other. The hard-to-please one, Paul, spat on Delta. She seemed hardly to notice. Judith was shocked but impressed. She would have tried to slap the man down several times during the last few minutes, not just lay there submissively. She would have likely got herself hurt since he had demonstrated güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri that he was not above hurting a woman when he forced the butt plug into her body. The men regarded the two women silently for a minute, and Judith wondered how awkward it would be when she saw them again. One of the men, Woody, looked her straight in the eye as he left the room. He smiled at her slightly, winked, and was gone.

Judith shoved herself up off the bed. The cum that drooled from her pussy, down her leg left a trail on the sheet, recording her tortured attempt to get off the bed that she would never have thought before today that she would touch, let alone lie on for the last hour.

“Time to go,” Judith said, not looking at the woman still reclining carelessly on the soiled bed looking at her. “I took off from work early for this gig, and now I need to get home and fix dinner.”

Delta lay there; staring at the sheets. She looked extremely unhappy. Although she let the gooey cum and spit run off her body she was the picture of disgust at what had happened to her. She was the one paying for the room, not Judith. If Judith had paid for it, it would have been in one of Kingston’s finest hotels, regardless of what she was doing there. That was not what her husband and his idiot pig of a friend and business partner wanted though.

Judith walked around the bed, toward the bathroom, tits swaying from side to side. Her udders were so massive that they looked as if they could pull her off balance. She hated her breasts. She had actually made an appointment with a surgeon to get them cut down but her husband had objected strongly and so she left them as they were. She wobbled toward the bathroom to clean up a bit. She wiped off of the gobs of cum on her thighs and pussy lips and clenched her ass cheeks to hold on to the plug that her husband’s friend had inserted into her earlier. She only had a dress, bra, and shoes to put on. They were very nice pieces since she was a well-to-do woman. She noticed, again, that Delta did not have a bra with her. When Delta had undressed she had just removed her dress and shoes to the delight of her two male companions. Her monstrous tits would be on display for the rest of the night.

Judith was not sure that Delta cared. Most likely, the braless look was deliberate advertising. Obviously, there would be more johns before getting home. There would be more fucking; more money for her tonight. Judith wondered for a moment if she should give the other woman her bra because she couldn’t believe that anyone truly wanted to live like that. She reflected to that Woodrow would be happy to see her come home without her bra, if he noticed at all given the afternoon that they had just shared and his obvious delight in Delta. He was probably rushing home right now to wank again and think about her.

“I gotta fix supper, too,” Delta said quietly.

Judith could barely hear her, but given that she had been working up an interest in her, and that she knew that she would help her, even if not today, she turned to look at the woman encouragingly. She didn’t say anything, but she smiled slightly, hoping to convey sisterly interest.

“Two little girls, and my mother,” Delta continued. “Naturally, they don’t know what I do when I leave the house every morning… I still have to get to the store.”

“Why do you do this?” Judith blurted.

“I lost my job. I was artistic director for the Business Bureau magazine. Our circulation was never great, so we closed, like so many other businesses with the recession. I tried but I couldn’t get anything else. I have a family to feed, bills to pay… Why do you do this?”

“Because I’m told to.”

Delta grunted, apparently understanding somehow.

Judith had wanted it to be very clear to Delta that she did not belong on the streets or in this dingy little room. She was a bored housewife who worked part time to get out of the house. She had taken off from work in order to troll the streets that afternoon at her husband’s request. It would have been clear to anyone that she hadn’t wanted to be seen, but when the black Pajero had pulled up near to the sidewalk where she had stood near to Delta she had come to life and almost begged the men to take her too.

“Look, I’m learning to be a writer,” Delta offered, apparently trying to stave off Judith’s scorn, a projection really. “I read all I can and I write short stories.”

“We oughta hook up sometime,” Judith said, apparently ignoring the confidence. “I don’t plan to do this for much longer and I don’t think that you should either. I don’t think you have to; you’re an artist; you can do better. I would imagine that it’s dangerous here on the streets.”

“I suppose so.”

Delta didn’t sound very optimistic. She seemed to be dead tired, and defeated emotionally for now. Judith guessed that she would have to split her take with some pitiful little wimp of a pimp. There wasn’t much work out there for artists at the moment.

“Does güvenilir bahis şirketleri your pimp beat you?” Delta asked Judith, breaking into her reverie.

“I don’t have a pimp; I have a Master. He’s my husband, really. He’s the pig who fucked you just now.”

“Does your Master beat you, then?” Delta asked after thinking about it. Judith could see when she decided that it was not strange that she had just entertained a woman, the husband that she clearly resented and a friend of his. Rich people were different from her in many ways.

“No. I beat myself. He sits and watches me do it. He likes me to humiliate myself for him.”

Delta smirked and Judith nearly cried at the dawning realisation that she was really no different from this woman. Judith’s price tag was about a million times higher, but she was still a commodity trader. Her stakes were a whole lifestyle and Judith would obviously pay any price to preserve hers. If romantic holidays couldn’t do it anymore for them then why couldn’t she just leave Woodrow?

Judith saw Delta smirk again and thought to shut up. She did not know why she was telling Delta about the sordid details of her life, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. For some strange reason, she wanted Delta to understand her just as she wanted to understand Delta and her life. She had always looked down at women who sold themselves, but she had learned something today. They were people; people who had abilities that she did not, and that would be appreciated by her husband and their friends; people whom she was accustomed to have being impressed by her and her achievements in life. Delta was a professional! An artist who had fallen on hard times! Judith only bought art. She created nothing except a showcase home for Woodrow and their children. The children, now at school in Europe, adored her, but Woodrow was clearly becoming bored. His demands became more outrageous by the week. This week, her task had been to whore herself downtown. What would next week, or the week after bring?

“Would you hire me to beat you in front of him and his friend?” Delta’s voice brought her back to the squalid room.

“I might,” Judith chuckled, disbelievingly at the suggestion.

She packed away the idea that she needed to assess her interests and see how feasible it would be to launch a career out of them. At 46 years of age, and the soon-to-be former wife of Woodrow Martindale, what would her chances be of starting a new life? Judith decided that she might have a good chance if she kept her head on right and chose her moves wisely. Obviously, a career in art wouldn’t be one of those moves.

“I can get really, really angry sometimes. I’d beat the crap out you. There’d be nothing nice about it; no hugs and kisses afterwards. I’d make you cry!”

Judith stopped getting dressed for a moment. She thought about Delta’s offer seriously. The dynamics of their emerging relationship intrigued her. She realised that unless she treated this woman well and helped her get back on her feet she was opening herself and her husband to possible blackmail. She realised that she was not ready to make her move against Woody as yet. Until then, she would use this woman to help her keep him happy.

She felt a thrill of excitement at the risk at which she would be putting herself. She interrupted her thoughts by taking a wad toilet paper and stuffed it in her pussy to stop the last of the leaking of her husband’s partner’s cum. God, she hated that man!

“I’d like that,” she said. “I’d like that very much, and I’m sure that they would love it. I like belts, and flat shoes. Are you sure you can make it hurt?”

“I guess so. You’d have to tell me exactly what you want. You’re the first woman client I’ve ever had. You’ve been nice to me. I’ll do whatever you want.”

Dressed, Judith dug out a business card and tucked it into Delta’s purse along with twenty thousand dollars. Grocery money Judith would say if asked. Someone would have to be gouging her eyes out for her to admit to be paying for sexual services of any sort. She tucked the money into the other woman’s purse next to a switchblade. Judith was happy to see the knife. Delta would be okay; she could take care of herself. She turned away and saw Delta sitting on the edge of the bed. She was dirty, smelly and crying now.

“I’m not a slut,” she said defiantly. “I’m not a whore.”

Her nose was running and Judith offered her a scented tissue that she had fished from her handbag.

“Of course not, dear. You’re now my consultant. You’re going to teach me everything that you’ve learned about sex. I want my husband to be impressed. I’ll pay you well to make me perform like you. I don’t want you to go anywhere near that pimp of yours ever again, and you must have an AIDS test before we do anything else. If you work out with me, I could recommend you to a couple of my friends. They would also pay you well to help them keep their husbands interested.”

She paused and sneered. Judith always was a practical woman and this wouldn’t really be pimping since Delta would not have to pay her anything for the hook-ups. She had done well in life because of her lack of wishful thinking. She made her life happen on her terms, no matter the cost. This woman would be her contingency plan until she was ready to make her move.

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“Slow, deep breaths Felicia, just remember that there is no commitment here. You have wanted to do this for a long time now, and the worst that can happen is you end up not liking it. You can always go back to your old life,” I silently tell myself.

I guess there is one advantage of not being able to talk anymore. I feel less crazy sitting quietly in my car in front of a strange house, than I would sitting and talking to myself in my car in front of a strange house.

I smile in amusement as I look myself over. Elizabeth and Amanda assured me that my attire would help convince Alonso to accept me as his pet. I was not sure what he would want with me while he had the two of them around, but the outfit they picked out certainly makes me feel sexy.

The white fur boots came up to the middle of my thigh and had padded knees for when I wanted to crawl around like a kitten. The fur gloves came up to the elbow and had the same kind of extra padding in the palms. I even had furry kitten ears and a white fur bikini on to help complete the look, but I was not going to put on the final piece of the outfit unless Alonso and I both decided we wanted me to be his pet permanently.

I looked over at the bag in the passenger seat with a bit of trepidation. The final piece was my tail, and it was in that bag. My husband had never had any interest in anal play, so I had never thought about putting anything in my bottom before. Elizabeth and Amanda had insisted the only proper way for a pet to wear her tail was on a plug though, and I was willing to try it if this worked out, but it still scares me a little.

After making sure the letter was still attached to the bag, and checking my collar in the mirror one last time, I opened the car door. I could not believe how nervous and excited I was as I walked up to the house. My heart rate jumped a bit as I got down in the kneeling pose Amanda had showed me and set the bag in front of the door. November fourteenth would either go down as the best of my life, or the most embarrassing. I hoped for the former as I put a smile on my face and knocked on the door.

-Inside the house-

I was a bit surprised when Elizabeth and Amanda announced that they wanted to watch a movie after breakfast. Normally they would just disappear back to the solarium and work on their tans until lunchtime. It was a bit easier on me that way, because the more time I spent with them, the more it hurt to think about them having to leave once the contract ended.

When they came back down the stairs fully dressed in their lioness outfits, and put on a documentary about lions in Africa before snuggling up on either side of me, I just laughed. They were both feeling playful apparently, and wanted a little bit of affection. I felt a bit bad about how withdrawn from them I have been, so I put my arms around them and relaxed to watch the movie.

We were about halfway through it when I heard a knock at the door and they both jumped up. They exchanged a smile before looking down at me. “We need you to come answer the door Master, because we arranged a surprise for you.”

“Is that why the two of you have been so cheerful this week,” I asked as I got up. They both had a big Cheshire cat grin as they nodded and followed me to the door. I was not sure what was going on as I walked to the front of the house. Neither of them had a way to buy me a present unless they had asked Julien to do it for them. I know he would do a lot for his special pets if they asked him to, but it seemed odd for him to agree to get something for me because they asked him to.

I was expecting to find a delivery person when I opened the door, so the sight of an attractive woman dressed up as a cat left me speechless. “I hope you are not upset Master,” Amanda said as she stepped up beside me. “We just wanted to help you find a pet so you would not be alone when we left. Please take the bag and read the letter attached to it before you say anything.”

I was still a bit shocked, but the pleading look in her eye made me agree to at least read the letter. As I picked up the bag, I took a moment to really look over the woman kneeling on my doorstep. She was kneeling in the exact same position Amanda had been in the other day, and it showed off her petite yet womanly curves beautifully. The white fur of her boots, gloves and bikini was a stark contrast to her dark olive skin. I could see a pleading look in her sparkling hazel eyes as I opened the letter.

Dear Alonso,

My name is Felicia Caro, and as you read this, I am kneeling on your doorstep with my heart beating a hundred miles an hour. I have never done anything like this before, but over the past few years, I have developed a desire to become a kitten. Earlier this week, I placed an ad on-line that Elizabeth and Amanda answered. We talked quite a bit and they agreed to help be see if being a pet is something I truly want to do, and if you are willing to accept me as your pet. I am not asking güvenilir bahis you for anything more than your acceptance, affection, and possibly someday, love.

The bag contains the last part of my outfit, which I will allow you to give me if we both decide this is something we want. If I choose to accept you as my Master, it will be easy to spot. I will simply stop wearing the bikini part of my outfit as a sign that I am willing to become your kitten completely. If you choose to keep me after that point, you may give me the tail that is in the bag and be the first man to explore that part of my body.

Felicia, your (hopefully) future kitten.

I looked into the bag and saw a long white kitten’s tail attached to a small butt plug. I looked from her to Elizabeth and Amanda, and could see the hope of my acceptance in all of their eyes. “I am not sure about this. If circumstances were different I would love to try having you as my pet, but there are certain parts of that I cannot give your right now. I just don’t know how I would work that out.”

She made a quiet ‘raow’ and shook her head vehemently before giving Elizabeth a pleading look. “She cannot speak Master. That ‘raow’ is the only sound she can make after her accident,” she told me before looking over to Felicia. “Did you leave your notebook in your car?”

She nodded, then pointed to me and put her hands together as if she was begging. “Don’t worry, we promised you we would help to convince him. Let me go get your notebook first. Master, you could at least invite her in to the house, it is a bit cool to be wearing these outfits outside.”

I shook my head to clear my thoughts as Elizabeth went out to the Fiat Palio parked in the driveway and I noticed the gate was open. “I forget my manners, please come in out of the cold and we can figure this out. I am guessing everyone in my household is part of this,” I said as I took her hands and helped her to her feet.

As I led her into the living room, Teodoro was waiting for us with fresh coffee. “Sorry Sir, but I promised that I would not say anything until she arrived. When Elizabeth told me about their plan, I had to agree to help them. You have not been yourself since they arrived, because you are afraid of being hurt when they have to leave. If this thing with Felicia works out, you can stop treating them as if they had leprosy when you are not breeding them, because you won’t be alone after they leave.”

I looked over at Amanda as Felicia went over and kissed Teodoro on the cheek in thanks. “It has not been that bad Master, but we do feel like you try to avoid spending time with us outside of our breeding’s. She needs the same kind of affection that we do, and if she stays, you will not feel the need to hold back because you will not be alone when we leave.”

I went over and sat down next to Amanda, pulling her into my arms. “I am sorry my pet. I did not realize I was hurting you so badly. You are right that I was holding back, afraid it would hurt more if I let myself get to use too you being here. I will try to do better for the two of you, even if your plans with Felicia do not work out.”

That statement was met with a quiet ‘raow’ from Felicia as she sat down next to me with a pleading look in her eyes. “No, I am not rejecting you my dear, I just don’t know how I could keep up with you in addition to Amanda and Elizabeth.”

She pulled off her glove and put a finger over my lips while pointing to where Elizabeth was walking in with her travel bag. She opened it up, pulled out a notebook and wrote out a message for me. “They have explained your arrangement with them, and I have no wish to interfere with that. I do not need the sexual part of our relationship to start right now as much as I want the affection Amanda was just talking about. I would be happy spending a couple months just being cuddled and touched as we decided if this is something we both want.”

I took a minute to think as I read her message. “What about your relationships with Amanda and Elizabeth. If we decide to try this, I would expect you to be curled up in my bed at night, possibly with both of them as well, even if you choose to stay dressed,” I told her. “The hardest part of this has been not letting them share my bed at night, as I miss having someone next to me at night. Would you be offended if I wanted you to be in bed with them?”

Felicia blushed furiously as she wrote her next message. “I have never been with another woman, but I admit that the way they kissed me after we found my outfit has me very curious. If they are willing, I would like to explore that side of myself as well.”

Amanda had been reading over my shoulder and smiled at Felicia. “We would be more than happy to help you explore making love to a woman. You can take your time and do it at a pace you feel comfortable with.”

Felicia looked grateful as she leaned over me and gave Amanda a tender kiss before turning to kiss Elizabeth as well. When she türkçe bahis turned back to me, I could see the question in her eyes. “Would you wish to stay here as we decide if this will work for us,” I asked her.

She nodded as she started to write again. “I have my own home, but I live alone. I just need to stop in every couple of days to check my mail. My pension checks are automatically deposited to my bank, and all the bills are set up for automatic payments. If we decided to stay together I will probably rent it out or sell it eventually, but I do not have anything important to go home to. My only child is grown up and married with children of his own in Rome. My husband was killed in the accident that cost me my voice. Since I retired, I have been craving companionship more than anything, and I hope we can find that together.”

“In that case, I would love to have you as my kitten,” I told Felicia. “Of course I have no idea what that actually means. Is there some kitten rule book I need to check out?”

Felicia smiled and ripped a page out of her notebook before putting it back in her bag. She put her glove back on then leaned in and licked my cheek before handing me the page and crawling out of the room.

“There are no rules for any kind of play outside what you choose to make,” Elizabeth told me. “The two of you can make them up as you go, but remember that you are the Master. If you have any rules you expect her to follow, you need to make them clear to her. You may want to read what she just handed you though.”

I look down at Felicia’s note as Amanda and Elizabeth curl back up next to me. ‘I promise not to do anything silly like pee on the carpet or break things by crawling on furniture I should not be on. That does not mean I will not crawl on the tables unless you forbid it, just that I will not knock things off the table if I do. I plan on acting as I think a kitten would act as much as possible. All I expect from you is to give me love and attention when I am with you, and to make sure I am fed and watered. I will leave how you do the last part up to you.’

I hand the note to Elizabeth, “What does she mean by that part at the end?”

She chuckles as she reads the note. “Remember what I said about no rules? She is giving you permission to treat her as much like a kitten as you wish. You can have her sit at the table for meals, or put her food on a dish by your feet so she can eat it in the same way a cat would. You can feed her treats out of your hand or put a saucer of milk on the table for her to lap up. Experiment and see how you both feel about different things. Just remember to pet her and love her when she comes to you for attention, even of it is just putting your hand on her head as she lays next to you.”

“Our sister Shelly would do things like this sometimes, although her cat moments were usually more sexual,” Amanda told me. “We will help the two of you find what works. For now, she is doing what she thinks a kitten would do in a new house, and that is exploring her new territory. Just make sure she has something to drink when she decides to return, then relax and watch the movie with us.”

I nod and tell them I will be back in a moment as I get up and head to the kitchen. I find Felicia there, crawling under the table. When she sees me come in, she crawls over and rubs her head against my leg. Thinking about what I would do with a real kitten in the same situation, I reach down and start stroking her head as if I were petting a cat. After a minute or so, she smiles, licks my hand and crawls off down the hallway.

I look up to find Nicolina smiling at me as she puts a plate with some cut up pieces of tuna and a small bowl of milk on the counter. “I could hear everything, and if you are going to let her be a kitten that should be your first step.” I thank her and take the dishes out to put them on the coffee table before coming back and getting a glass of water with a straw, just in case. I cannot imagine it will be easy to drink enough if she is going to try licking up the milk in the bowl.

The smiles I get from Elizabeth and Amanda tell me I must have done something right as I sit back down between them. Amanda quickly found another nature documentary and curled up with me to watch it. They do not watch many movies, but they always pick nature shows when they do.

About fifteen minutes into the show, Felicia comes back into the room and notices the dishes on the table. Her smile lights up the room as she realizes I am going to treat her like a kitten as much as she wants and she crawls on to the table. She flips her hair over her shoulder before gingerly eating the bite-sized pieces of tuna and moving over to the bowl of milk. After a couple minutes, she appears a bit frustrated and shakes her head before getting a drink of the water.

She looks at me before pushing the dish of milk with her nose and shaking her head, then getting another drink of water. “Okay little kitten, no more güvenilir bahis siteleri drinking out of a dish. I did not think that would work out very well.”

I am a bit confused as she shakes her head again and pushes the bowl closer to the water glass. She shakes her head, looks between the two then cocks her head to the side and gives me a confused look as I realize what the issue is. “You don’t like the fat free milk, but like the dish,” I ask.

She smiles and nods as I hold out my hand to her, then crawls across the table and nuzzles into my hand, licking my wrist as I caress her cheek. “We can get you some cream to drink out of your dish but I still do not think you will be able to get enough fluids that way. I will make you a deal little kitten. I will get you some heavy cream that you can have in a dish with meals and snacks, and you will use the cup and straw for your water so you do not get dehydrated, okay?”

She smiles and nods again before crawling up on the couch and lying across all three of our laps. Elizabeth and Amanda casually reach down and start petting the parts of her that are in their laps as they continue to watch the show, so I follow suit, placing my hand on her side and gently stroking her. She stays in our laps through the rest of the show, quietly purring as she basks in the attention.

As the show ends, I notice a quiet moaning coming from Amanda. While Amanda was petting Felicia’s hair, Felicia had been lightly stroking the exposed skin on Amanda’s thigh. Since Amanda was a bit busy, I reached forward and clicked the button to start the next movie. In doing so, I inadvertently pressed my hard-on deeper into her side.

Thinking she did not want sexual contact yet, I quickly apologized. She gave me an odd look and shook her head again, then sat up and straddled my hips. Grinding her pussy against my cock, she shook her head, pointed to Elizabeth and Amanda and mimicked a pregnant woman’s stomach. She took my hands and ran them down her body, then lightly brushed her hand over my cock. Leaning in, she gave me a passionate kiss then pulled back and nodded before cocking her head to the side.

I am starting to figure out that little motion is her version of a question. “Let me see if I am understanding this. Any contact is fine, but I need to get them pregnant before we go further?”

Her face scrunched up as she thought for a moment before she smiled again. She reached up and untied to top of her bikini, exposing her breasts for the first time. They were a lovely pair of C cups, with dark brown areola and nipples that stuck out like a pencil eraser. Her smile got wider as she noticed my appreciation, but she put her hand under my chin and pulled my eyes back to hers. Putting my hands over her bare breasts, she shook her head with a sad look on her face before tying her bikini top back up and placing my hands back on her breasts and nodding.

“I can touch anywhere, but only outside the clothing until you decide if you want to stay?” She smiled and nodded again, then got up and got her notebook out.

“I am tempted to just toss the bikini right now, but I know a big part of that is just how happy I am to finally be exploring this side of myself. I need to trust that you will not push, because I would easily give in. I want this to work out more than I can say, but I do not want either of us to jump in before we are completely sure this is what we want.”

I finished reading the note and smiled as I reached up to caress her cheek. “Elizabeth told me there were no rules for this other than what we make. I agree what you are saying, and need to make one now that is not negotiable. You are not allowed to take your bikini off before December first. That should give you enough time to get past the initial excitement and decide if you truly want to stay.”

She looked a bit concerned and started writing again, “What if I am sure before that, and what about being able to touch each other?”

“I did not say anything about not touching, but your clothes have to stay on,” I told her. “Even if you think you are sure before that I expect you to wait. If you wish to be my pet, you have to accept me as your Master as well, and that mean sometimes following rules you may not like.”

I saw a small shudder go through her body when I said the word Master. She nodded and crawled back into my lap, giving me another passionate kiss before lying back across our laps. We relaxed and casually caressed her body until Nicolina came in to tell us lunch was ready in the formal dining room.

Felicia crawled off us and waited to follow us into the dining room. She looked as if she were about to explode from the excitement as she noticed the fourth place mat was set in the middle of the table. The eight-foot table was made for a dozen people, but it was rarely used, as we preferred to eat at the smaller table in the kitchen.

Nicolina had chosen to serve lunch here simply to surprise Felicia. My place was set at the head of the table, with Amanda and Elizabeth on the sides next to me. The fourth place would have been next to one of them, but Nicolina had pushed it into the middle of the table so Felicia could crawl up on the table to eat.

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“Lie on the bed, hon,” she whispered, pushing him gently down onto his back.

Angie loomed over him, smiling that expectant smile he’d come to recognize. Angie was horny and she was going to really use him. Her long brown hair flipped back as she shook her head.

“Move down further, honey.” She slapped the side of his thigh impatiently.

“Come on! Mama’s hungry for your mouth.”

He slid down a little and she straddled his face. He stared up into the expanse of her white, satin panties. She let him look for a long moment while she smiled down at him from above, his Goddess, who was about to let him worship at the fount.

Then she sank down onto him, pressing her mound into his face, getting his nose between the lips of her vagina and then rubbing slowly, smoothly up and down, pressing her anus down hard on his mouth until he gave her suction through her panties.

Once he was sucking properly, she began to work herself slowly back and forward over his mouth. It was fun to get the timing down, she slid forward to press her clitoris down just as he started sucking and then pushed herself up his forehead as he sucked more desperately, until she finished with him deep between her buttocks. Once Angie got going this way she could go for a long time, and so it was that night too. Angie orgasmed along the way, soft, sweet orgasms that she enjoyed while building up to something bigger. When it came she shook and shuddered for a long time as the pleasure rumbled through her body.

At last she lifted herself off him. He was wet and redfaced and he coughed and struggled to breathe after all that smothering. She tore her panties down to her ankles and stood over him.

“Come on honey, take my panties off my feet.”

He stared up at her too glazed to move for a moment. She reached down and tugged on his ear. He got off the bed and got down on his knees while she put her hands on her hips and watched him with a haughty expression. One by one he lifted her feet and pulled the panties off.

“Put them on your head!” she snapped.

He pulled her panty over his head, so that the crotch was on his nose and he looked out through the leg holes.

“What are you, hon?”

He stared at her.

“Come on!”

“I’m your panty slave,” he mumbled.

“That’s right, my little panty slave,” she giggled as she patted his head and pressed it in between her legs.

Then she picked up the cane that he dreaded. It was a whippy piece of rattan, not bamboo and it stung like fury and left long, beautiful red weals all over his ass.

“Bend over the end of the bed, darling.”

He pleaded with her. “Not tonight, Angie. You don’t have to do that every night.”

Her voice turned cold. “You remember what I told you about obediance?”

“Please, honey.” He grovelled at her feet, kissing them enthusiastically.

“I will count to three.” She was using her sternest tone of voice and he knew there was no hope.

He got to his feet bahis firmaları and put himself in position.

“Better,” she said softly.

He felt her fingers slip into the top of his panties that he was wearing and slide them down. Soon his ass was bared. She stroked his bottom carefully, checking to make sure that he’d shaved thoroughly. He was not to have any hair on his ass, ever, period.

“Well, darling, you have learned how to shave for my pleasure, that’s something.”

“Please, Angie, don’t hurt me.”

She laughed. “Don’t talk, darling, just submit. Surrender to my will.”

She turned his head with her hand and pressed him face down into the bed with her knee in his back while she proceeded to give him his first ten strokes. He jumped and wiggled and wriggled and jumped, but she kept her strokes coming, and the lines of red on his buttocks multiplied steadily in increments of ten.

He knew that if he wriggled too much she would just add on more strokes so he struggled to stay as still as possible, but it was terribly hard. At fifty strokes she stopped. He was crying, sobbing, broken. She pulled the panties off his head. Tears were running from his eyes as he clutched his burning bottom.

“That’s my darling, my baby, you cry. I like to see you cry. Get on your knees and cry at my feet.”

His tears wet her toes and then she made him lick them off. She went to the toy box and took out her trusty strap-on. In a moment it was belted around her waist and she pulled the straps through between her legs and waited for him to connect them. When he’d completed the job he was allowed to kiss her ass and beg once more to be spared.

“Please Angie, don’t do that to me too. I can’t take it like this, every night.”

She giggled and pushed her buttocks back into his face.

“It’s part of the process, silly. You know what it’s all about. I ride you and give you the smothering you crave, I sting you into complete submission and I fuck your ass to show you I’m the boss.”

“But, you are, Angie. You really are the boss. I’m yours, I’ll do what you want. Please, honey, you don’t have to do that to me as well. It feels so humiliating. It’s even worse than the cane.”

“Worse than the hairbrush?” she said in a slightly dangerous tone.

“Oh no, nothing is worse than that.”

“And just you remember that!”

He did remember, all too well. Angie had kept him over her knees for almost an hour in total for his last spanking. She’d cuffed his wrists behind his back and put a thick cinch strap around his thighs just above the knees. Then she’d put a leather thong around his scrotum above his balls and wrapped the other end around her foot.

When he was in position he was absolutely helpless. Any bucking or attempts to move just tugged on that thong around his balls, while his arms and legs were effectively restrained. All he could do was kick his ankles up and down, though that too tugged on his balls.

Still, it was kaçak iddaa hard not to buck like a bronco because Angie really laid it on with her big, wooden hairbrush. And once she got into it she kept it up for a long, long time.

“So now, honey, you have to beg me to fuck you in the ass. Or else it’s going into my little book.”

Her little book came out once a week, usually on Fridays, and woe to he whose demerits exceeeded the barest minimum of one. Anything more meant an hour or so over Angie’s shapely lap.

“Please, Angie, please fuck my ass.”

“Better,” she purred while she selected a new dildo from the little rack in the toy box.

She was slowly increasing the size and length that she used on him and had reached a six incher that was an inch across. With a smile on her face she lubed it thoroughly.

Then she took out the mouth-dildo harness and she motioned him to raise his head. She fitted it around him and cinched it tight at the back. She selected a thick red dildo and screwed it into the mouth opening.

“Up on the bed, honey, assume the position!”

With a groan he got on the bed and knelt with his ass up in the air. Angie laughed merrily at the bright scarlet lines on his behind and slapped his bottom a few times before she pulled his ass cheeks apart and lubricated him thoroughly, even flexing her finger inside him.

It was a devastating feeling. He felt penetrated and invaded as if he were no more than an animal. Then he felt her bounce onto the bed with a cheerful little cry. His buttocks were pulled tautly apart again and the strap on was pressed smoothly up his ass in a long, single, steady thrust that felt like it was going to split him in two.

He emitted his usual shriek, muffled as it was by the mouth dildo. The thing going into his ass always felt so huge! God, he wished Angie wasn’t into this thing. He felt awful being fucked by her this way, but she insisted. Like the cane and the spankings, she insisted and he went along although he hated the pain.

Why did he give in? What made him accept this? Why was it so terribly compelling to be abused in this way? He had no effective answers to these tormenting questions. He could not imagine living without Angie as his Mistress and so he obeyed her rule. Submission to her was incredibly intoxicating to him. It satisfied the masochisticstreak that he’d always had and always resisted before he met her.

Once she’d turned it on he’d surrendered to her and she had laid out her rules and stuck to them ever since. The dildo was going in and out of his ass now in a regular harsh rhythm, thud, thud, thud, thud as Angie got excited by the act and flexed her firm, fit lower body to pump it into him.

“I love to penetrate you, hon,” she said as she continued. This is the way I want it to be. I mount you and I use you and you serve me and beg to lick my ass.”

“I love you, Angie.”

“Beg!”

“Please, Angie, please let me lick you, down there.”

“If you kaçak bahis don’t beg better than that you’ll be getting some more strokes of the cane.”

“Please, please, Mistress Angie, please, I beg you, let me lick your ass.”

“Better.”

Angie thrust the dildo into him for another few minutes, until he was on the point of coming from the pressure against his prostate and then she stepped back and squeezed and crushed his balls in her hands while he writhed on the bed.

He crouched in a fetal ball, gasping for breath, sobbing from the shock and the pain while she unstrapped the dildo harness and tossed it behind her. She took up a flogger and started working over his back and his ass and his legs, covering him in fine red lines.

As he writhed, she admired the welts from the cane she’d put on him. His whole ass was covered with them quite neatly, almost as if she’d drawn them there with a ruler and a red pen. The flogger flicked and flapped and he groaned and squirmed.

Slowly he came out of the agony from his crushed balls and uncurled. She pulled his legs apart, though he begged her not to crush him again, but she ignored his pleas and jerked him apart and held him there with her own knee while she flogged his penis and scrotum.

He doubled up again, but she forced his legs apart again and then knelt on his chest and held his head down by his throat while she whipped his cock and balls with the flogger. He writhed and moaned and endured. His penis was red and pulsing, half erect and swollen.

For Angie the sight of a cute male, completely dominated, broken to her will and laid out on his back with his cock and balls all red from her little whip was a truly arousing sight and she found her own sex was awakened once more.

She held him down while she pulled a leg over his head and then mounted herself on the mouth dildo and slid it into herself. She took his cock in her hand like a gear shift and felt him stiffen helplessly as she stroked him and played with the underside of his shaft.

The whipping with the soft little flogger had made it incredibly sensitive and tender to her touch. Easing herself up and down on the dildo protruding from his face she kept playing with his cock and then flogging it down again when he was on the point of coming.

After a while she stopped flogging and concentrated on her own pleasure. Slowly she mounted to a splendid orgasm and rolled off, legs pressed tightly together as she groaned and shuddered with the ecstasy.

When it was over she removed his mouth dildo and cuddled with him and had him suckle on her nipples as she masturbated him and brought him to orgasm.

He came and she let him rest a moment and then she resumed her sly stroking and manipulation until he came again. Now she pushed him down the bed and raised her ass for his oral worship.

She let him work away on that while she drowsed pleasurably and slowly got horny again and ready for a final bout of cunnilingus before sleep. When she was finally asleep he crept from the bed and took up his alotted place in the dog bed set up at the foot of Angie’s bed. It was a bit of a tight fit, but he had learned how to sleep there as part of Angie’s Rule.

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I have been traveling by trains all my life, but the return journey from Kerala LAST June turned out to be the most interesting, enjoyable and memorable one for me. A cousin of my husband’s was getting married and I decided to attend along with my children. My husband cried off at the last minute as he had to travel urgently on business.

I got to meet a lot of relatives after a long while, but the most interesting one was Prasad. He is one of my husband’s numerous cousins and I had met him just a couple of times a few years back Prasad lost his wife in an accident a couple of years ago and has been single since, bringing up his only son alone. It was at the wedding that I got to know him well and we hit it off. I could not help notice how attractive he was keeping himself fit with a combination of yoga and swimming.

After the wedding, my in laws, who were in Kerala made me leave the kids behind as it was school holidays anyway. So I had to travel back alone to Bangalore. Prasad informed me that he too was traveling to Bangalore on business.

My sister in law dropped me off at the rail station and Prasad arrived separately just a few minutes before the departure. We were in the same first class coach, but different cabins. Luckily I happened to be the only passenger in my cabin.

As is customary, I was in a sari through the wedding and Prasad had not seen me in anything else. I was wearing an orange cotton sleeveless top and a white salwar. I noticed that Prasad was a little surprised to see me in this attire. It was confirmed when he complimented me on my looks.

As the train started to leave the station, Prasad came to my cabin and started making small talk. After a while the ticket inspector came to check our tickets. Prasad left canlı bahis for his cabin and did not come back for a while. So I decided to step out of the cabin. I stood near the door watching the setting sun in the backdrop of the Arabian Sea.

A little later, Prasad joined me and was standing really close to me. I was holding a handle overhead to balance myself. Prasad kept staring at my armpits and initially it made me a bit uncomfortable. So I dropped my hands and this had the effect of pushing me forward. As I tried to balance myself, I brushed against Prasad’s shoulders. It was as though an electric current passed through me.

It was also getting humid and warm as it was cloudy. It soon started to rain, lightly initially, but heavily afterwards. The rains lashed against the windows and our clothes got wet I decided to go back to my cabin. Prasad followed me and sat next to me.

Our conversation turned to kids and family and then about he missed his wife. I asked him if he was looking for someone. He then said that his wife was extremely beautiful and I agreed with him. “Yeah, I know. she was very beautiful and attractive”, I told him.

“You are also very beautiful and attractive”, he told me touching my knees gently.

I blushed a little and said “Thank you”.

I was a little embarrassed.

“You know you are an extremely attractive man” I said.

He seemed pleased.

He came a couple of inches closer to me. His knees were almost touching mine this time I wanted to see where it was taking us. I too moved an inch closer to him and our knees were now definitely locked.

I knew that he loved staring at my arm pits so raised my arms to adjust my hair.

I looked down to see if there was a tent inside bahis siteleri his trousers and sure enough there was. Prasad would have swallowed me if he could and I was enjoying myself thoroughly.

He made the next move by putting his hand round my arms.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

He was a bit embarrassed and said “Sorry” and tried to remove his hands.

I locked his hands under my arms and said “I only asked you what you were doing. I didn’t say, don’t do it”.

I must have given a naughty smile.

Now he drew me close. My left arm was brushing his chest and my hands were over his thighs

He took my right hand and started kissing them he started blowing air over my hands all the way to the arms. His other hand was now around my waist squeezing my tummy.

I fell face down on his thighs and my boobs were now pressing his thigh. My left hand was round his waist.

He bent down and started licking my neck and earlobes.

I was now sitting on his thighs and he was holding my around my groin area. His hard cock was grazing my ass. I took his right hand and pressed them against my boobs. He started pressing my boobs really hard and bit my neck.

We turned around. I started licking his cheeks and then bit his lips gently. I held my tongue out and started licking all round his lips. He put his hands inside my top and started to rub my back gently at first and furiously later.

I removed the first button on his shirt. I grabbed the chest hair. I started massaging his chest furiously making nail marks all over his front and back.

I then helped him remove my top and unbuttoned his shirt. He then rubbed my back all over and unhooked my bra. The bra came out and boobs popped out. He bahis şirketleri then put his heads and started licking my boobs furiously. He grabbed my left tits by his lips and started making circles around them.

I was ecstatic.

I unzipped his pants and put my hands in his underwear and grabbed his cock and started stroking them furiously.

“Gently, not so fast” he screamed.

So I took my hands off his cock, brought the pants down a bit and started to caress his thighs

He loosened my salwar and put his hands on my panties and stared playing with my pussy. He then squeezed my but with his other hand.

My salwar was now on the ground and so were his pants. I was in nothing by my panties and he in his underwear and unbuttoned shirt.

I thrust my legs against his and rubbed them furiously.

I then grabbed his cock and this time he let me stroke it. I stroked it furiously and he screamed at least half a dozen times as I also squeezed his balls.

His fingers were also deep inside my cunt and playing with my clit. I spread my legs to let his finger in deeper.

He then took his finger out and licked it and thrust it into my mouth. I licked his finger all over.

He then bent down and started licking my pussy and sucking the juices out. the rotating action of his tongue was driving me crazy. I locked his neck around my thighs. he was breathless for a moment and so I had to remove them.

He then grabbed me by my shoulders, pushed me down and thrust his cock into my mouth. I started licking it and then took the whole cock into my mouth.

I sucked his cum in got up and kissed his lips furiously and both our faces were full of his cum.

We then heard some noise outside and realized dinner was being brought in. So we stopped, quickly dressed up, went to the toilet and cleaned up.

We both enjoyed ourselves and vowed that we would continue our fun a little later.

What followed will be described later.

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Spanking Alice – Tutoring in Anal

Graduation came and went with Alice still avoiding me. That caused me to be gloomy enough that I decided not to party with my classmates, instead I paid my respects to several of my closest friends and went home with Ashley and my mother.

My mother sensed my gloominess and proposed that I invite a friend-a male friend, of course-to join me on a week’s stay at our summer place at Hilton Head.

I was mulling the offer over the following afternoon, while looking out my window at the rain when Alice called.

“You didn’t feel like partying either, huh?”

“No, Alice, I didn’t.” Then thinking better of being nasty about how things had gone between us, I quickly added, “Not without you.”

“Me too,” Alice said, her voice sounding forlorn. “I’m sorry, Donnie,” she said, softly. “I’ve been such a bitch about things.”

“No, no. I-I didn’t explain myself. I shouldn’t have done the things I did. Not without you understanding where it was headed.”

Ignoring my words, she meekly inquired, “Do you hate me, Donnie?”

“Of course not, Alice, I could never hate you,” I answered quickly, wondering where this conversation was going.

I’m sorry, Donnie,” Alice said, softly. “I didn’t mean throw a hissy fit like that.”

“It’s all right,” I told her, “It happens. It’s fine.” I rambled, happy to hear her voice again. Not yet understanding what was going on.

“You mean that? Really, really mean that?”

“Yes, of course I mean it.” But that was the moment it occurred to me that Alice might have another reason for calling me. But what would that be?

Then Alice solidified that notion by getting a little gushy, perhaps too gushy, saying: “Ohhh, you’re so tolerant and so understanding …”

I didn’t interrupt her.

“It wasn’t you, Donnie,” she said for the fourth or fifth time, by this point I’d stopped counting. “But-but-but,” she stammered, “I was shocked when you started spanking me.”

Alice kept talking: “I had an attack of revulsion; I couldn’t believe what I was letting you do.”

I envisioned her shaking her head then, as if to clear it of such thoughts. It made me smile and I put the smile into my voice as I apologized again and again for having overstepped myself with her. Then I stopped talking and waited patiently for Alice to pick up her end of the conversation.

“Donnie? Donnie?”

“Yes?”

“For a second I thought you’d hung up on me.”

“No chance of that happening, Alice.”

“I need you with me, Donnie. I shouldn’t have gotten so mad at you.”

“Well, I guess I gave you good reason.”

“Yes-no, I mean-I don’t know what I mean.”

“Do you trust me?”

A few more well chosen words and she agreed to meet me at the motel. For some reason (probably her parents, or more likely, her mother) she wouldn’t let me pick her up. She insisted on taking a taxi there. I gave her plenty of time and made sure I got there well ahead of her, registered and was waiting when she arrived.

She tried the motel door, found it unlocked and pushed her way in from the rain. Her hair was a mess and her coat tucked around her jaw and lips. I stood inside, about four feet from her, my hand still extended toward the door I’d meant to open.

I drank in her beauty, even with the rain dripping down her face and hair Alice was stunningly beautiful. I was still staring at her as she undid the three loose buttons on her raincoat and let it fall to the floor. She wore a simple black dress.

“I-I had so many conflicting thoughts about what you wanted to do, Donnie,” she said resuming the phone conversation we’d had earlier.

“It’s like I said, I failed you, Alice. I should have told you what to expect. At least then you could have had a voice in the decision. You could have refused to participate.”

She took a step into the room; bringing her closer to me and for the first time I could smell her perfume. Her eyes were bright and intense, perhaps seeing something of my own desire for her. When she leaned as she sat down on the bed I could see down her scooped top to her sweaty breasts underneath.

Why were her breasts sweaty? That wasn’t the Alice I knew.

Were you running before you got in the taxi?” I asked.

“No, why?”

“It looks like you’ve worked up a sweat. I could be wrong, but…”

“I just left Phil and Lillian,” she said somberly.

“Had a little sit-down with them, huh?” I held my surprise in check.

“It was more than a sit-down,” she replied dully.

So she’d left a threesome for a fuck-fest with me. That explained the sweaty tits, but why come to me after participating in a threesome?

“Can I ask why?”

Alice shook her head to get the wet hair away from her eyes. “Do it,” she said in my ear.

“Do what?” I asked but I knew.

“I’ve been a very bad girl,” she whispered, “You should punish me.”

“Why?” I asked, for I was admittedly confused by her actions.

“Take me, use me, I don’t care but just punish me somehow,” Alice sobbed, throwing güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri her hands up in the air and waving them around.

“Did you look up De Sade before getting together with them?”

She licked her upper lip before answering. “Yes.”

“And?”

She put her hand on my thigh and stared into my eyes. “That’s what you crave, isn’t it? Punishing women and having them like it?”

I laughed and rested my hand on hers. “You’re right. I do have issues; but then so do you. Why else would you have sex with Phil and Lillian and then call me to make-up for the other night?”

The change in her demeanor was startling. “You were a bastard the other night.”

“Was I? Was I really a bastard?”

“You beat me!” Alice snarled. Her eyes were suddenly those of a wild animal. For the first time I became wary of how I should conduct myself with her. In later years I would have recognized that I was dealing with a woman who’d lost her mental equilibrium. But I was only eighteen as was Alice. Neither of us knew what we were dealing with at the time.

I tried to justify my actions, saying: “It was a spanking. I gave you a safe word. You used it as I recall. I stopped as soon as you used it.”

Alice laughed a bit unconvincingly. “What else did you have in mind? Other than the spanking, I mean, I like having sex with you. Really I do. But I’m not one of those sad women that need to be punished for having fun.”

“How do you know you aren’t?” I was being defensive in this comment.

And when s made no response to it, I answered her other question. “I had nothing else in mind just then, Alice. I swear I didn’t.”

“You do now, though, don’t you?”

“I have had time to think about certain things, yes.”

On hearing my response she took hold of my left hand and clenched it tight. “Like what?” she asked in a hoarse tone. There was no denying her excitement.

“First tell me why you used Phil and Lillian.”

Her eyes welled up with tears, and she opened up to me.

“I-I kept thinking about the other night-us, you know? And-and how you made me cum so many times without even putting it in me. I-I had to masturbate. Jesus, I must have rubbed myself raw, and I still needed more. And-and Lillian called me, you know, just girl talk. One thing led to another and we were discussing how good it was, you know, the night of the prom with Phil and you.”

“Yes,” I said to keep her talking.

“Anyway, Lillian admitted that all the talking had made her horny and she was rubbing one off while we talked. Well that got me going too, not that it took all that much, you know?

“So after we both get off, she asked if I wanted to join her and Phil. I asked if he was there, and she said, “No! But he’s only a phone call away. I can tell him we’re waiting on him. He’ll be here in five minutes tops.”

“I asked if she was alone in her house. She was. I told her I was on my way-to call Phil in ten minutes.”

“Did you fuck him?”

“Not really. I mean he was all over me, you know? But what we did was-do I have to tell you what we did?”

“Yes,” I said as firmly as possible.

“We both took him in our mouths, you know? Then he decided to fuck Lillian up the ass. So I positioned myself under Lillian and ate her out while he fucked her ass. He came in her, and Phil-Phil’s a one and done type guy. Not like you. Not at all; so I finished Lillian off and she returned the favor.”

My recollection of Phil didn’t quite match hers, but I put that aside for the moment and asked, “Exactly how did you finish Lillian off?”

“You know…”

“I don’t know, but I want to know, so quit fucking around and tell me.”

“You’ve never been this pushy, before Donnie,” she whined.

“Well I am now, so get on with it. What happened? Be specific. Remember, I’ll be asking Lillian and Phil later.”

“You wouldn’t do that, would you?”

“I would, and I will.”

“Alright! Alright! What I did was disgusting, Donnie. I really don’t want to tell you.”

You think I’ll see you in a different light?”

“Kinda-yeah!”

“Tell me or get the fuck out of here!”

“Okay! No reason to be so mean to me!”

And then she told me just how disgusting she’d been.

“Umm, after Phil dumped his load in Lillian’s ass …I-I sucked it out, swallowed and went back down on her.”

“How?” I asked although my stomach began to churn at the thought of kissing her after she’d sucked the cum out of his ass.

“Umm, I ate her pussy to another cum, and then I worked on her ass until she came again.”

I took a deep breath and said, “Now, was that so hard for you to get out?” I refrained from calling her ‘double ass-breath.’

“Yes, if you want the truth.”

“Now you can try to make me as happy as you made Lillian.”

“I can try, baby. I can try,” she said sinking to her knees with a little nervous smile and slowly opened my fly and took out my cock.

Looking up at me through those lovely blue eyes, Alice let a long string of saliva loose güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri that landed square on the head of my erection. How many times had she practiced that particular move? I wondered. And with who? Certainly not me.

Alice unperturbed by my somewhat skeptical look, continued preparing me for the blowjob she was about to bestow; using her thumb, she smeared it over the entirety of my knob, and took it into her mouth.

I groaned, and placed a hand on her head.

“Mmmm,” she sighed, then cupped my balls with her other hand. My eyes widened when Alice did something she’d never done before. Extending her tongue and tightening her throat muscles she leaned further down, taking most of my cock down her throat.

“Careful, now,” I said, warning her of the danger taking too much might cause.

“Gluck-gluck,” she gurgled, and then began bobbing up and down, lubricating the shaft with saliva that she’d apparently saved for the purpose. The thing was, she was also taking more of my shaft than I thought she could handle.

And just when I was about to tell her to stop, she bottomed out. I couldn’t wait to ask her how she’d managed it. Miss Ginger hadn’t been able to do it, nor had Denise, and if anyone was to have that capability it would have been Denise.

Slowly Alice eased me out of her mouth. “How was that?” she said, beaming at me.

“It was-very effective. How did you…?”

“Bananas,” she said, “I must have practiced on a dozen large bananas before I could do it without gagging. Once I did it, it was, you know, like riding a bike. Now is it all right if I finish you?”

Two seconds later I was back in the warmth of her mouth, followed quickly by feeling her tongue sweeping back and forth over my shaft while she used her throat muscles as if she intended to swallow me whole.

I was getting close.

Alice wasn’t finished surprising me. I felt her slippery fingers gliding over my ass, down the gluteal cleft, obviously enjoying my hirsuteness.

I got closer when she found my asshole. Had she played with Phil’s? I wondered.

Alice needed air, I knew that. So I wasn’t surprised when she removed my cock from her mouth. But when she brought her fingers to her mouth and thoroughly wet them my apprehension soared.

Alice’s errant fingers traced around my sphincter, and she laughed lewdly when my ass tightened up on them.

Suddenly I was back in her mouth, enjoying the lovely sensation of her remarkable blow job, moaning louder with each fevered suck; each subtle and not so subtle probe of her fingers

I recall my cock bucking wildly in her mouth. How she responded by taking more of me down her gullet, closing her glottis so she wouldn’t choke. And how I came while she greedily sucked at me as I coated the inside of her mouth while she swallowed.

“Lick my ass now,” I told her.

She did so without the slightest protest.

Starting with the cheeks, massaging each one in turn then used her thumbs to spread them apart, thereby exposing my anus to her eyes and mouth.

“You’re very hairy,” she said, and I couldn’t tell whether she liked that or not. Nor could I help but shudder when her tongue grazed over my anus, and she let out a soft moan telling me that she too was enjoying this little exercise.

Did that mean she was now open to other things? Given her stated repentance, should I push the envelope with her? She certainly seemed more pliable now. This was the same person who just told me that she’d sucked a load of jizm from her girlfriend’s asshole after her boyfriend fucked her? What had I wanted her to do? Take it up the ass-well that along with a little spanking; nothing like what she’d already done without any coercion on my part!

I pondered these and other salacious thoughts until her delightful rimming drove them away with thoughts of pure joy.

“Mmmm,” she sighed and gave a deep throaty laugh. “Like it?”

“YES!” I gasped as she dragged her tongue from asshole to my balls. I hadn’t expected that!

“Feel good, baby?”

“YES!”

“Will you do me that way too?”

“YES! But I’m going to fuck that ass of yours too.”

“Oh, baby!” she shrieked, and I wondered if someone had beaten me to it. It didn’t seem possible, but we had been apart for several days.

That set her off, as she really focused on my asshole. I mean she circled that lovely tongue of hers around the little pimples of my anal ring then switched off to flick it against my asshole like a butterfly flaps its wings. The feeling and sensation was mind-boggling, and had me gripping the bed sheets with both hands, wondering how long I could take this treatment before flipping her over and fucking her senseless.

Suddenly she changed tactics on me. After a few more gentle licks, and without any warning whatsoever, she spread my asscheeks wide, stiffened her tongue, and pressed it hard against my totally exposed anus.

I roared with pleasure as she forced me open with her tongue. There was no undue stretching; after all, güvenilir bahis şirketleri how big is a tongue? And the warmth of that muscle as it slithered in created an unbelievable list of ecstatic sensations.

To which I replied: “”Ahhh! Ahhhhhh! Fuck, fuck, fuck…!”

Alice laughed delightedly at me, and then whispered in my ear, “”I’m gonna slide my tongue so far up your asshole you’re gonna see stars!”

I was ready to cum then and there, but once again Alice switched off and kept me hanging, and I loved it.

She shoveled that tongue into me, pulled it back, rocked it forward again, then back, over and over and over.

I groaned.

She growled.

She slowly withdrew her tongue and the growl turned into a deep, almost maniacal giggle. That was the moment I realized that my Alice was definitely into it; whatever I decided ‘it’ was.

Her tongue was lapping at my asshole again, rimming it, teasing me, making wonderful sensations rattle my brain. The feel and sounds of her face, mouth and tongue sliding and slapping against my ass flesh was as stimulating as it gets.

Alice kept going, teasing my balls and licking my ass, breathing hard and waiting for me to react to her ministrations.

She knew what she was doing and liked it. She knew exactly what kind of girl she was.

“Alice,” I whispered hoarsely.

“Mmmm, what?”

“You’re more than just a bad girl.”

“I am?” she seemed delighted to hear me say this.

“That’s right. You’re my slut. My whore. My cunt. Am I right?”

She looked at me differently then; and after licking her lips nervously, said, “Yes, baby. I’m all of that.”

I felt her body relax as she uttered the words. I’d have bet a fortune she was already wondering what I had in mind for her next.

“You-you haven’t cum?” she said seemingly surprised at my staying power.

“I’m saving it for later,” I told her in a soft voice.

“Okay baby, but I’m your bitch, right?”

I shook my head in a negative way, and said, “You’re my slut. You’re my whore.” I pointed at her genitals. “That’s my cunt and that’s my…” I slapped her buttocks “…asshole!”

“Owchie!” she whined.

“Shut that mouth unless I wave my dick in front of it!” I snarled, and had her cowering in fear of what I would be doing to her.

I grabbed the back of her head and sank my fingers into her short hair. She winced as I pulled her head back, but she melted into my mouth when I kissed her lips. I thought that was exactly what she needed. I had a fleeting thought about what she’d been doing before meeting up with me, and hoped she’d at least stopped to brush her teeth.

That thought remained with me longer than I thought it would. My mood changed swiftly and I snarled so viciously that a shower of spittle went flying into her face as I said: “I should hustle you outside and fuck you in the parking lot where anyone passing by can see you!”

Alice trembled at the forcefulness of my words, but then she gave me a weak smile!

The bitch had the nerve to smile!

What was it De Sade kept saying? Those readily accepting humiliation will travel much further into derogating deeds. Well, maybe not exactly those words, but his philosophy was quite similar.

I began unbuttoning the back of her black dress. There were six buttons all told. Alice let the dress pool around her ankles, stepped out of it and slowly removed her shoes, leaving her in only a black thong.

I recalled how I’d used the glove on her previously and helped her off with the thong, placing it on a pillow when we finished.

I undressed while Alice caressed her breasts, getting her nipples hard for me.

She groaned as I reached out to cup them in my hands. I gave them each a hard squeeze before lifting each in turn and closely inspecting them.

“Who was the last person to suck this tit, Alice?”

The question apparently confused her. Her cheeks blushed as she tried to think of an answer.

“Cat got your tongue, Alice?”

“No-no, I just …”

“Perhaps I can help. Was it Phil?”

“Umm, no-it was Lillian!”

“But Phil had a turn with them too, didn’t he?”

“Yes, but …”

“How does it feel to stand there with your ass and pussy exposed, waiting for me to punish you?”

“Donnie-I…”

“I know it feels good, slut. It feels good because you exist to make me happy. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, but…”

“Good girl. Bend over the bed. You may want to grab a pillow; I don’t want your screams to bother the other people using this motel for a quickie.”

“Donnie, what are…?”

“Shut up! Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to spank you 25 times. Each time I spank your ass you are going to call out the number. Do you understand?”

Alice nodded her head then hesitantly leaned over until her breasts and head were flat on the bed and her ass was up in the air. I kicked her legs slightly apart and picked up her black thong.

“Do you know why you are here?” I asked her as she clutched a pillow to her face.

“Yes,” she said the excitement in her voice rising with every word. “It’s because I’m a bitchy slut and I deserve to be punished for hurting you.”

.”True enough,” I said. “Now, open your mouth.”

When she did, I stuffed her thong into her mouth. She knew better than to spit it out.

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This is part 2 of the story of Andy and Stephanie. Please read part 1 first, or this won’t make much sense!

Andy

I guess I get why she wants to wait…it isn’t like I’d be having a lot of sex if we weren’t together. It’ll be worth it. She’s so sexy. I’ll respect her wishes for now and when we’re married I’ll get to fuck her and she’ll suck my cock and it’ll be amazing.

Narrator

From then on, he requested permission to kiss her, which made the make out sessions less hot for her but also made her feel more confident that he was respecting her newly created boundaries. When senior year started, she kept attending the sporting events and the after parties, telling Andy she was going with her girlfriends or just saying it was a girls’ night out. She also kept up the late night trips to the rooms of her favorite athletes, the forwards on the basketball team, or wide receivers on the football team.

With Andy she went to brunch, fancy dinners, and the movies. The two loved spending time together, and they were getting increasingly serious as the year progressed.

After graduation, Andy started at a big 4 public accounting firm in the city. He worked late most nights, allowing to fulfill her sexual needs during the week while spending time with Andy on the weekends. Jamal started playing semi-pro basketball for a local team. Derek became an assistant football coach at a local high school, and DeAndre was drafted in the late rounds for the local NBA team, so they were all living nearby and available for whenever Stephanie needed some dick. For her part, Stephanie took on a staff role at a Fortune 500 company in the area.

Andy met Stephanie’s parents, and it became clear to her that he was going to propose.

Stephanie

I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with him. We’re soulmates. I’m just not sure what to do about the sex. I mean his dick is so small. DeAndre is the smallest guy I fuck regularly and he’s 7.5 inches and super thick. From a volume perspective he has at least twice as much dick as Andy. I just won’t like it, I know it. But sex isn’t everything. I can figure it out. I love Andy too much not to marry him.

Narrator

So, Stephanie asked Whitney for advice.

“Why don’t you get a dildo the same size as Andy and see if it is good for you? Then at least you’ll know for sure,” Whitney said.

Stephanie ordered a dildo that was 4.5″ long and the same in girth and tried it out. At first, it was pleasurable, like oral sex. She brought herself to a couple of clitoral orgasms. But as she tried to go deeper and deeper she found herself unsatisfied. Usually, she preferred to start on top of a guy, and achieve a g-spot orgasm by leveraging the length of his cock to hit the right angle. The flexibility of a dildo provided that as well. But after that she craved a deep fucking and a-spot stimulation and the dildo simply couldn’t reach. It didn’t even feel close. Whitney had given her a 6″ dildo, the smallest she owned, so Stephanie tried that too. It felt…better, but not much. No, she needed at least 7 inches and maybe more. Andy simply wouldn’t do it for her.

“I wish I could marry Andy and keep fucking other guys…” she vented to Whitney after her unsatisfying tryst.

“Well, I mean…you could…have I ever told you about when I was dating Rob?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Well,” Whitney began, “it was the summer after our senior year of high school. I was dating a white boy named Rob. He was super hot, but his dick was, well, I guess it was probably average, but he was tall so it looked even smaller. I could hardly feel him inside of me. After a couple of times I gave up. I would give him a blow job or a hand job and let him feel my tits and he was okay with that. But the whole time I was fucking Treyvon. He was a guard for our basketball team and his dick wasn’t even huge, like maybe 7 inches, but he was thick and he knew bahis firmaları how to use it. He was amazing. I just couldn’t stop fucking him. So I had the best of both worlds, a loving boyfriend who treated me really well, and a sexy guy to fuck on the side.”

“Wow!” Stephanie exclaimed. “So did Rob ever get suspicious or figure it out?”

“Nope! Guys aren’t that smart. I would even tease him all night and then leave and go fuck Treyvon, and he didn’t seem to notice. He probably went home and jerked his little guy while I rode Treyvon.”

“Hmm. Well I’m not sure if I could do that to Andy…but I might have to honestly. What if I just used a big dildo? I could even get him to fuck me with it.”

“Yeah, that’s an idea,” Whitney responded, “but…I don’t know about you, but I definitely prefer real guys over a rubber toy.”

Sure enough, Andy proposed a few weeks later and Stephanie accepted the proposal excitedly. She loved Andy and she was so excited to spend the rest of her life with him.

A few days later, he texted her after a movie date.

Now that we’re engaged…I’m hoping I’ll be receiving some sexy selfies 😉

Stephaniewas actually already wearing lingerie, as she was getting ready to go to Derek’s house, so she sent him a few pictures of her in a lace bra and lace thong before she left to fuck Derek.

The engagement proceeded as smoothly as the rest of their relationship, with the couple spending time together on the weekends and Stephanie visiting Jamal, Derek, or DeAndre 2-3 times per week.

About a month before the wedding, Stephanie and Whitney were talking about the fact that she would be fucking Andy soon.

“I want him to give something up, like, if I’m going to even think about giving up real dick, I want him to sacrifice too. I was thinking…hear me out…of getting a chastity cage for him. Have you heard of those?” Stephanie asked.

“Umm, well I know what chastity is…” Whitney responded.

“It’s a little cage that goes around his dick so he can’t get hard and jerk off or have sex. I want him to wear it leading up to our wedding. It’ll make our first night together super special. And maybe he’ll gain an inch since he’ll be so excited when I take it off!” Stephanie laughed.

So, Stephanie bought a cock cage for Andy. She wasn’t sure how small he was soft, so she guessed and got a medium size — a cage 2.5″ in length. Next time they hung out, she brought the cage.

“Hey Andy, I have a favor to ask of you…”

“What’s that sweetie?”

“Well, as you know, we are waiting until marriage to have sex. I’m so excited. But I want you to wait too…I know I’ve sent you all these sexy pics and, well, I don’t want you jerking off between now and the wedding night.”

“Oh, uh, okay,” Andy responded.

“And I know it’ll be hard for you, so I brought you this.”

Stephanie showed him the chastity device and without waiting for his consent, unzipped his pants, locked it up on him, placing the key in her pocket.

“I can’t wait to unlock you!” She giggled as she left, ending the date to go fuck Derek.

A few days later, Andy complained that the cage was too big, so Stephanie replaced it with a custom size — 2″ long. From that moment, she knew it would be nearly impossible to be faithful to a guy that small.

The bachelorette party was relatively tame, with the occasional reference to Stephanie’s reputation as a size queen the only hint to her cheating ways. The night before the wedding, Stephanie went to Derek’s at 11pm for a last fucking session before she became a married woman. Afterwards, she realized she couldn’t handle not having access to cock on the honeymoon, so she made a last minute call to DeAndre. She offered to buy him a suite at the resort her and Andy were staying at in Bermuda, as well as his plane tickets, if he would come and be available to give her the fucking she would need. He agreed, of course.

The wedding day arrived, and Stephanie and Andy were kaçak iddaa all packed for Bermuda. The key to the chastity cage was safely inside a zipper container in Stephanie’s backpack, along with a change of clothes and other basic items. Whitney was planning on bringing another backpack with special lingerie that she had purchased for Stephanie’s wedding night as a gift.

The day was a blur, and the happy couple enjoyed it thoroughly. Jamal, Derek, and DeAndre were all invited to the wedding, and near the end of the reception she even snuck away to Jamal’s car to give him a blow job and swallow his load. When she returned to the reception hall, most of the guests were gone and most of the cleanup was done. Andy and his groomsmen were shooting the breeze and enjoying a 6-pack of beer. Stephanie walked up to him and kissed him, grabbed the backpack sitting nearby, and the two drove home together.

“I’m so excited to unlock the cage,” Andy commented.

“Yes! As soon as we get to the resort you will be free!” Stephanie promised. “Let’s make our time together special in Bermuda, not at home.”

Andy agreed, of course. The next morning, they loaded up the suitcases into the car and headed to the airport.

When they arrived at their resort, however, Stephanie opened the backpack that she had brought and put on her lingerie. It was a bridal white, and she looked stunning in it. Then, she reached into the zipper pocket to get the chastity cage key, and she realized that she had made a huge mistake. She never transferred the chastity cage key from the original backpack into the backpack with lingerie. The key to Andy’s penis was at home in the other backpack. Deep inside, she was relieved that she didn’t have to fuck Andy on their honeymoon, but she was so sad that she had to disappoint him.

“Andy…I made a mistake,” she began. “I put the key to your cage in the backpack, but I didn’t transfer it to this one that I brought with the lingerie, so your key… it’s at home. I don’t have it.”

She had never seen Andy cry, but she noticed a tear dripping from his eye. His wife was standing in front of him, looking absolutely stunning in bridal lingerie, and there was nothing he could do about it. He composed himself though, and made sure she was positive that the key was left at home. It was; there was nothing they could do.

“Tell you what, why don’t you take tomorrow and go golfing. There are some great courses here, take the day and enjoy yourself.”

That cheered him up, and the two went to sleep in each others’ arms.

Andy left early the next day, and Stephanie texted DeAndre as soon as she woke up. He came over, and the two of them fucked for 2 hours in the suite, with Stephanie riding his cock to three orgasms. Then Stephanie donned the tiny white bikini she had purchased for her honeymoon, and they went to lounge by the pool.

The rest of the honeymoon pretty much went the same way, some days Andy stayed at the resort, and some days he went golfing or on a hike, while Stephanie spent time at the pool and beach and with DeAndre. A few nights after, she enjoyed a long, romantic dinner with Andy, waited until he was in bed and went to DeAndre’s room. She felt guilty, but she needed her sexual satisfaction and Andy couldn’t provide it. She was too hot and too horny to go her entire honeymoon without orgasms.

The night after they arrived home, Andy asked her to be unlocked from the cage.

“I hear you sweetie, I know it has been a long time. But I want your first time to be special with me. I have a surprise for you…I bought a dildo that’s exactly your size. Try fucking me with it and once you figure out the angle that works for us, I’ll release you and you can fuck me like that.”

Andy tried fucking her with the dildo. His little penis felt like it was going to explode as he insert the rubber penis into her pussy. Of course, she didn’t feel much. She cried out “deeper, yes keep going!” as he put it in, but of course that was the kaçak bahis extent of the dildo and he couldn’t go any further.

Andy ended up bringing her to an oral orgasm. Stephanie enjoyed oral but it was no substitute for a big hard cock. After he fell asleep, she put on her bridal lingerie, texted Jamal, and went over to his apartment.

“Look babe, I love fucking you, but…how’s this gonna work now that you’re married?” Jamal asked when she arrived.

“Well, if you must know, my husband is in a chastity cage and so I’m all yours!” She responded.

“Really? Wow. He must be some kind of a bitch. Do you have the key with you?”

“Yes…”

“Give it to me,” he commanded.

“Why?”

“Give it to me now or you can leave.”

Stephanie gave it to him.

“I’m gonna keep this, and if your little hubby wants to cum, well he can work it out through me,” Jamal directed.

“But, but, he doesn’t know about us!”

“Do you really think you can hide that from him? We’ve got control of him now that he’s in the cage. You can figure it out. Now do you want this big black dick or no?”

The next day, Andy begged her to let him out of the cage.

“No. I’m sorry babe, but I want your big orgasm after being locked up to be special for us. I need to be pleased as well and you need to figure out how to do that. If you fail our first time, and you certainly will until you can pleasure me with the dildo, I’ll look down on you sexually for the rest of our life. Just keep it up and you’ll learn.”

Over the next two months, Andy tried fucking Stephanie in as many positions as he could think of with the dildo, to no avail. It was simply too small to make her cum. Finally, Andy had enough.

“Babe, I want to have sex with you. I need to have sex with you. Tell you what, there was just a hurricane in Jamaica and resort prices are pretty cheap. Let’s take another honeymoon, this time you’ll bring the key, and let’s see what I can do.”

Stephanie said she’d consider it, and she asked Jamal. He agreed as well, on the condition that she buy him a suite at their resort in Jamaica. He decided that he would hold the key until Stephanie was ready to have sex with her husband in their suite.

The resort she picked had two parts, one was a traditional hotel and resort, and the other was a plantation, where guests could rent an entire cottage or even the plantation mansion. The pools and restaurants in the plantation section were closed off to regular guests, and as bargain hunters, Andy and Stephanie (and Jamal) ended up in the regular part of the resort, which was still luxurious. Their stay was 10 days long and they could not be more excited.

On the cab ride to the resort from the airport, the driver explained the extent of the hurricane damage. It was concentrated on another part of the island, about an hour and a half away. Cleanup efforts were in full swing.

“Is there any way we can help?” Stephanie asked.

“Well actually, we’re sending buses over there every day to help clean up. The pickup location is not far from your hotel. If you’re interested, just head over there at eight o’clock and you can spend the day helping us get back to normal.”

“Oh, wow! That sounds exciting doesn’t it, sweetie?”

Andy could hardly think about anything other than finally getting inside his wife’s pussy, so he simply nodded.

It was late when they checked into their room, but Andy asked for sex nonetheless.

“Sweetie, it’ll be better if we just wait. Let’s have a nice day tomorrow and a romantic dinner at the fancy restaurant and I’ll be in the mood to make love,” Stephanie responded, “In fact, you know what would really turn me on? If you went to help out with the clean up efforts. They could use a strong man like you to work through the debris!”

“I’d kinda like to just relax here…”

“It would really turn me on if you went…I’ll make dinner reservations at the fancy restaurant at 8 because I’m sure you’ll be hungry when you come back and then we can make love.”

“Okay fine…I’ll go. Well if I’m gonna get up that early it is time to go to bed.”

Andy sighed as he laid down for a final night in the chastity cage.

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Apologies for the delay, dear reader. It’s been too long since the second part of this story, but inspiration is flowing [ahem] again, and I’m hoping there will be a fourth part before too long. Thanks to everyone who’s voted for the first two parts: Feedback always welcome…

* * * * *

We walked back to the house in the gloaming, still without my having laid eyes on another human being, apart from the distant strangers on the beach the day before. It was as if we had withdrawn into a hermetically sealed world where the rules and social norms I knew did not apply. I was supposed to fly back to London the following day, a prospect that felt like both a relief and a wrench. There I was again, in two minds. What was the point of analysing, I thought. I’m into something new and thrilling; let’s just go along for the ride and see how long I could hold on.

We walked into the house, still holding hands, and Lisa led me straight to the bathroom. “I think a shower is in order, wouldn’t you say?” she asked, not that I needed to reply.

As the powerful jet of water washed us clean, we stood facing each other, a few inches apart. She put her arms around me and kissed me on the mouth, slowly parting her lips and sliding her tongue gently forward to meet mine. We kissed for a long while, as I stroked her hair, while her hands slid down my back to my bum, caressing me sensuously. I was seriously getting to like this.

Eventually she broke the kiss. “Well Stacey, you’re still here. I’m assuming that means you’re not too freaked out by what we’ve just done. I only hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

“Of course I did! It was amazing, really it was. And you’ve never asked, but I want you to know that it was all new to me, all of it. I’d never even snogged a girl before, not that I’d ever ruled it out. And as for, well…”

I trailed off. I had always thought of myself as unshockable. Was I? I could barely bring myself to name what we had been doing. She said nothing, watching the gears grinding around in my head, the faint suggestion of a smile twitching the corners of her mouth.

“That peeing stuff, well, that was something I’d only ever heard about. Who knew I’d be so into it?” I paused, and continued, with greater conviction, “and I *was* into it. It was a major turn-on, it was strange and intense and felt forbidden and taboo. You’ve flicked a switch, Lisa…”

“Ooh goody!” she exclaimed delightedly. “I’ve turned you into a piss whore!”

“Oh for goodness sake, what are you like, you old tart,” I joshed back, slapping her bottom.

“The night is still young, you know,” she said, looking me squarely in the eyes.

“Uh-huh, what makes me think that you are about to make some depraved suggestion concerning our evening activities?”

“Well, you remember those folks we saw yesterday, in that house right on the beach?”

“Hard to forget, given the circumstances. Do you have big orgies with them where everyone pisses on each other?”

I was joking. At least I thought I was. And Lisa did smile. Then she said simply, “Amongst other things.”

There was a short lull in the conversation as we got out of the shower and dried ourselves off.

“Here’s my suggestion,” she said a few minutes later as we sat together on the sofa. “There’s a couple among that lot, Saeed and Véronique, who I’m particularly close to. They’re lovely, and they’re pretty wild, which is a great combination in my book. I’d love to invite them over for some fun, and I’d love you to be part of it. Obviously, you can stop me right now if you don’t like the idea.”

She paused long enough for me to raise an objection. I think she knew there would be none. She continued.

“We have an agreement between the three of us that with any other people we shag we always use condoms, and get tested every so often, which leaves us to do whatever the hell we like when we get together. Now, that needn’t be too much of an impediment…”

I interrupted her: “Here’s a happy coincidence: I started my new job three weeks ago, as you know, and I had to have a full health check-up as part of the deal. I don’t have a piece of paper to prove it, but I’m clean.”

She looked me in the eyes again, holding my gaze intently. It felt as if she was looking right inside me. Eventually she nodded and said “I believe I can trust you. Your money’s good at this here establishment, ma’am.”

“So what happens now?” I asked.

“I pick up the phone, they drop everything and come over here, we drink lots of wine and water and maybe smoke some weed, then we fuck each other’s brains out and do whatever else takes our fancy. Sound like a plan?”

“Make the call.”

* * * * *

Preparations were minimal. Lisa dragged in a huge mat made of thin, dense foam rubber, and placed it in the middle of the large living room, with the sofa and armchairs around it. “Et voila! The master bedroom!” she announced with a flourish and a smirk. She went to the kitchen and returned bearing a tray containing water and glasses, two bottles of wine and a bottle of olive canlı bahis oil. She then went to her bedroom, returning with a tobacco pouch, which she opened to reveal a bag of rolling tobacco and a smaller bag of grass. “All organic,” she said with a wink, as she started to roll a generously proportioned spliff. As we smoked it and drank water and wine in turn, she turned to me, momentarily serious.

“They’ll be here soon, Stacey. I know you’re a grown woman with a mind of her own and a proper job and all that, unlike me, but I would really hate to feel that I’d railroaded you into something you weren’t entirely comfortable with. I mean, nobody’s going to force anyone to do anything tonight, but it gets pretty crazy sometimes and, to misquote Paul Simon, you may hear words and see things that you’ve never read in the Bible. If you get any ‘whoah!’ moments at any point, just plonk yourself in that green chair and watch the show – that’s our safe haven from the carnage, not that we use it very often.”

“Thanks Lisa, and it’s good to know that I can take refuge if I need it. Christ, you’ve got me wondering what on earth you’re going to be doing – I mean how bad can it *be*?”

“Don’t you mean to say ‘what WE are going to be doing’?” she shot back.

“Haha, well, of course, everyone can join in, eh? I didn’t think I’d led an especially sheltered life until I read up on your press cuttings – and now I know they missed out the best bits! But fuck it, there’s every chance that I may never do anything like this again, I mean sex with you, with another woman, with a group, water sports, whatever. Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. And I’d hate to be a spoilsport.”

Lisa grinned broadly and ran one slim foot down the inside of my thigh and down my calf, spreading little pulses of electricity on its way, gently resting her toes on mine. I could feel the tiny edge of her cool toe ring, contrasting with the warmth of her foot. I gave a little sigh of pleasure and encouragement, whereupon she moved my legs up and swivelled herself round so that we were facing each other on the large sofa.

Now she stroked both my thighs with her feet, running them slowly down over my knees, along my shins, stroking each ankle in turn with her toes. This was simply the latest in a list of things I had never done – or had done to me – and it was a list that I knew would be further lengthened over the next few hours. I didn’t worry. It all felt good, and the last vestiges of any restraint I might still have had ebbed away as she took my left foot and tenderly brought it up to her head, rubbing the sole over her face, kissing it, licking it firmly so that it tickled only slightly and titillated a lot. She kissed each toe in turn, then sucked each one into her mouth, wetting them with her spit. Then she guided my foot down to her breasts, rubbing the wet toes against her puckered nipples.

Deciding it was time I was doing something, rather than just letting myself be done to, I moved my right foot down to her pussy, eliciting a shudder from Lisa, which I took to be a sign of approval. She lay right back then, allowing me easier access, and moved her right foot to my pussy and her left to my chest, completing the symmetry. The pad of her big toe rubbed gently against my clit, and I followed her lead, getting wetter and more excited by the moment. I was suddenly seized by an overwhelming desire to kiss her, and threw myself on top of her, sealing her lips with mine, our tongues meeting again with a passion.

Even though I was fairly well prepared for the evening ahead (or as prepared as I could be for this headlong leap into virgin territory), it would be an understatement to say I was startled by the sound of a throat being loudly cleared and a stage whisper saying “Ooh, maybe we should come back later.” It had not occurred to me that Lisa would not bother to lock her door. Even at an orgy, didn’t people ring the bell??

I leaped up and turned around. There they were. Véronique and Saeed were standing at the door, looking at us – looking at me, to be precise, they knew Lisa well enough. They both looked to be in their early thirties, roughly halfway between my and Lisa’s ages. Véronique was about the same height as Lisa, though fuller figured and with very fair skin and blonde hair; Saeed, by contrast, looked to be of North African origin, with fine, proud features and skin the colour of cappuccino. He was not a big man, but well proportioned. They both had open faces, of the sort that made me feel at ease. That was a major relief. I don’t know what I would have done had I not liked the look of either of them.

Even though neither of them was wearing much – shorts and t shirts – I became acutely aware that I was naked. It seemed like weeks since I’d worn clothes, and being in the presence of two total strangers was strange and unsettling. The spliff and the wine, thankfully, had taken the edge off my anxiety. Then Lisa broke the silence.

“Well are you going to stand there gawping all night? Come and say hello – and get with the program, what’s with the clothes, bahis siteleri huh?”

Lisa stood up and Véronique walked slowly towards her, stripping off her shirt and throwing her arms around Lisa, kissing her twice on each cheek and then on the mouth. Lisa returned the embrace, dropping her hands to Véronique’s waist, pushing her shorts to the floor and clasping her beautiful, peach-shaped bottom with both hands.

“Hiya sexy, good to see you. This is the lovely Stacey, my guest from England; Stacey, meet the shamelessly filthy Véronique.”

A handshake would have seemed an absurdly formal greeting, so I followed their example and kissed her in the French style, finishing with a light peck on the lips.

“It’s a pleasure, Stacey,” she said, her voice even huskier than Lisa’s, her accent almost a caricature of Sexy Frenchwoman Speaking Ze Eengleesh. I didn’t even pretend not to give her the once-over. She had the most exquisite skin, as smooth and flawless as porcelain. Her naked figure was magnificent, more Monroe-esque than either Lisa or me, with curves in all the right places. Her breasts were full and her nipples extraordinarily large. Also by contrast, her pussy was shaved bare, and I spotted a ring through the hood of her clit.

Meanwhile, Saeed had divested himself of his clothes and was greeting Lisa as fondly as Véronique had done. As he turned to me, the first thing I noticed was the ring through his left nipple.

“Hi Stacey, I’m Saeed – it’s a pleasure,” he said, his accent not nearly as strong as Véronique’s, his voice a melodious low tenor. He too embraced me lightly as we exchanged our greeting kisses. I was acutely aware of feeling the tip of his cock brush against my stomach as he turned away.

Having absolutely no idea how an orgy actually got underway (and did four people count as an orgy, I asked myself), I was glad to take a back seat and follow their lead. We all sat on the sofa, Saeed and Véronique in the middle, with me next to Véronique. Lisa re-ignited the spliff and passed it along, pouring wine and water, then pointed a remote control at the stereo; out came the urgent hip-hop shuffle of “In My Bed” by Amy Winehouse. I could tell this was going to be Lisa’s homemade carnal compilation. I took a deep toke of the joint and felt just a little more relaxed. Bring it on, I thought to myself.

Being pressed against Véronique’s body soon began to have an effect on me. I leaned into her more consciously, and moved my left hand to rest it on her upper thigh. She covered it with her hand, and kissed my shoulder, softly, letting her lips linger for a moment, and parting them just enough to touch my skin with the tip of her tongue. I turned towards her and in the same instant she turned to me, our mouths meeting, lips already parted, our tongues ready to play. She was a divine kisser, and I savoured her, opening my mouth wider and wider and pushing my tongue as far into her as I could, pulling her to me with a vigour that startled me. She matched my every movement, working her tongue furiously, little muffled gasps escaping from her every few seconds. I felt her hand on my pussy then, swiftly parting my hair and running along my slit, which opened up instantly, already well moistened with my ardour.

I must have totally blocked the other two out of the room for a while, but I then became aware of Saeed’s voice, muttering something to Lisa in French which I did not catch. I opened one eye and saw that they were watching us intently. Lisa’s hand was on his cock, which was getting hard, while he was stroking her back with one hand and her breasts with the other. The smell of sex in the room was rising and unmistakeable.

“You two are so beautiful to look at,” Lisa whispered, “you’re getting us very hot here…”

“Too hot,” said Saeed, let’s get some space, and give them space, yes?”

That last remark sounded so contrived that I realised that it must have been a signal, whether to Véronique and me or to Lisa I couldn’t tell at first. He moved to the mat and lay down on his back, propping himself up on his elbows, his erection sticking straight up. Lisa took the bottle of olive oil – “extra-virgin, of course” she announced, straight-faced – and put a small stool on the mat, its legs straddling Saeed’s so that when she sat on it she was resting her feet on his hips.

She then poured a small amount of olive oil onto each of her feet, and rubbed them together. I realised what she was about to do; Saeed’s face was a picture of anticipation, his cock twitching expectantly. Véronique and I disengaged from each other so that we could shift to a more comfortable viewing position, sitting side by side, legs arranged to allow easy access to each other. Lisa now moved her feet forward, keeping them together, and brought them down over Saeed’s cock, the tip emerging through the gap formed by her arches. As she twisted her feet slightly to adjust the tightness, Saeed gave a deep moan of pure ecstasy, his eyes closing and his head flopping down to the mat.

Lisa’s feet were amazingly dextrous, wanking him steadily bahis şirketleri and relentlessly; then she moved them, so that his cock was now running along the grooves under her toes, one foot on either side of him. His moans increased in frequency and volume. I was consumed by this sight, only dimly aware that my arousal was being compounded by Véronique’s fingers, which were now stroking my clit and my labia, which were soaking. I moved my hand down to give her the same treatment, marvelling at the silky smoothness of her shaved cunt, which turned me on even more.

Saeed sounded as if he was close to exploding. Lisa had a cherry for the top of the cake, though. “Open your eyes, Saeed, you’ll want to see this.” His eyes opened slowly, as if he had been jolted out of a reverie; they looked up blearily – then were wide open, staring as the first few drops came out of Lisa, then as her flow strengthened and she could direct it down onto her feet and his cock. He started to talk, but it was in no language I could understand. Lisa continued to piss, her feet slowing down as she sensed his climax approaching, slowing until she was hardly moving them at all, all her toes gripping his cock as tightly as she could. His whole body tensed, then went into a convulsion, his face contorted into what looked like agony and his voice shot up two octaves into a haunted wail, as a thick spurt of spunk shot out of him, straight up and several feet into the air, followed by a few further spurts; it landed on Lisa’s feet, on the tip of his cock, on his stomach and thighs.

Véronique and I sat and stared in silence, transfixed. Saeed had collapsed completely on the mat, his arms and legs now limp, his eyes closed, an expression of utter bliss on his face. Lisa was breathing heavily, her hands between her legs. She must have finished herself off at some point – my eyes had not been focused on her. Now they were, though. I was about to move, when Véronique slid forward off the sofa and knelt down by Saeed. She leaned down and started to lick the spunk off his stomach and thighs, running her tongue along his flesh in an unashamedly lascivious manner, making little approving moans.

I was not going to be a spectator. I moved down to the mat and bent down to Saeed’s still hard cock, sucking off the small amount of spunk that had landed on it; then I moved eagerly to Lisa’s left foot, the end of which was covered with Saeed’s cum. I used my tongue to clean her feet, licking between her toes, where some of the spunk had landed, by now feeling brazen and filthy and even more turned on than I had been yesterday with Lisa. Saeed’s spunk tasted fine and funky, and I could also detect the faintly astringent flavour of Lisa’s piss. I wanted some more of that now, and I hoped that Lisa had not emptied her bladder, but had saved some for whatever was going to happen next.

Once I had cleaned Lisa’s feet, I moved up to her pussy and planted a kiss on her clit. She quickly raised herself and got rid of the stool, lying back on the mat and opening her legs for me, an irresistible invitation to lick every inch of her cunt. As I worked away at her, savouring the taste of her, I could tell she was getting closer to her climax. So I slowed down…

Once again, I had all but forgotten that there were more than two people there. I was reminded by an unaccustomed and delicious sensation on my anus, a feeling of warmth and wetness that could only mean one thing: at first I couldn’t tell who was pissing on me, seconds later, strong hands lifted me up onto one side, to allow Saeed’s cock access to my pussy, and when he too started to piss on my clit, I almost came on the spot. This was almost perfect, and I knew how to get it perfect.

“Wait just a sec, please,” I gasped, “I want yours too Lisa, oh fuck, please, can you give me some, I want all of you together, Saeed, can you do it inside me…” I knew I was babbling, but the message must have got through.

Véronique had stopped her flow, and Lisa murmured “don’t worry baby, I’ve got plenty for you, for your sweet mouth.” Saeed manoeuvred himself into position and slowly, agonisingly slowly, pushed the end of his cock into my cunt, until he had about three inches inside me.

“Now, give it to me, all of you,” I cried, burying my face in Lisa’s pussy.

I felt Véronique’s flow first, as I opened my anus as much as I could to feel her piss land in, on and around my hole; then I felt a few drops on my mouth, and opened it to let Lisa’s piss hit the back of my throat; then, as I felt someone’s hand on my clit, neither knowing nor caring whose it was, I felt a hot jet fill my cunt, causing me to pull Saeed right into me, shooting his hot piss even further inside me. That took me over the edge, not falling over it but leaping off it into an unknown place, as I came with a ferocity I had not believed myself capable of. I didn’t recognise the strangled yelp that emanated from my throat, nor the waves of heat coursing through my body, nor the exquisite release of pressure from my pussy, which seemed to make me feel even wetter. I think I did blank out for a few seconds. It was not until several minutes later that I realised that I had actually ejaculated, for the first time in my life. Another phenomenon I had previously only read about, and the night was far from over.

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