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Part two of Push.

I told you not to thank me until it’s over. And this—this is far from over.

Love is an inherently deranging effect. By it’s very nature, when love comes into the heart of a person it causes them to act “differently.” To act in an irregular fashion. This framework will eventually become the new normal. The person, the deranged individual, will fall into a new rhythm as will their partner. The entity known as the “relationship” will also go about such changes.

You may be wondering why I’m talking about averages and shifts in behavior when I have you tied down, neck bound inches above the mattress, ankles and hands cuffed together with your mouth sealed shut. I grant you, this probably isn’t how you expected this story to begin. But bear with me. As if you have a choice.

Love changes things. It makes you become someone new. And my love for you is just that—it has transformed me. It has made me better. So when I asked you if there was anything I could do for you after all the beatings and bruising your body like spilled paint-I thought you might say something like a spa weekend. Something like ‘bake me a cake.’ It never crossed my mind that you’d hold your breath, steel yourself and look into my eyes requested that we have a threesome.

Oh we could talk about the doubts and the insecurities and the issues of it all but the purpose tonight is to tell you about derangement. You changed me. You made me better. I asked if you if there was anything you wanted, anything I can give you in return. And this was your request. So it’s going to happen. I’m going to make sure of it. You’ll get what you requested to the letter.

But that doesn’t mean I have to go quietly. Take what I want along the way. Invade you and leave you in ruins before it happens.

You want me to be present while you get fucked up the ass by another man? Well, time to see if you can handle it.

I bring my hand down on your ass with a thunderous clap. Then the other cheek. I go back and forth between them, easy swats for me as I stand over your chained and exposed body. “Is this what you wanted?” I don’t care what your answer is. I don’t care what you imagine it’s going to lead to. There will be mercy and no hesitation bahis firmaları in me. Something I imagine you considered before opening this door.

A little lube is applied to my finger before I shove it up your ass without hesitation, without any of the tenderness that I gave to you the last time you asked for anal training. I don’t do it to harm you, or punish you, but to simply be a man on a mission. To get you ready for the next stage and the stage after so we can be done with this entire affair and you can belong to me, and only me, again.

My cock betrays it. It twitches as I go up your ass. It is hot and vibrant and loves the idea of being inside you when you cannot fight back. Loves the idea of watching you with another man. There is something about the agony of caring for someone so much and then having them be with with someone else. I can’t imagine, even for a moment, that it would happen with any other girl. But here we are, you and I, and I move my finger in and out of your ass I find myself getting hotter. Harder.

You start to moan through the gag. Your body starts to sway back and forth as my finger moves in and out. You’ve been a very good student with every lesson I’ve taught you, but this? This is something else. You’re more ready for it than I am.

And should I really let that stand?

I pull the finger out of you, take the lube and slide it over my cock until it is nearly dripping from me. Then I grab your waist with both hands, clench around the center of your hips and begin making my way in.

Oh, you’re not as ready for this, are you little girl? It’s just a bit more to take in than a finger. And it makes me wonder what you’ll do when the time comes to take two at once. Will you buckle and moan as you are now? Shifting your knees to get away from the push? Or will you simply sit there and take.

As my cock slides up your ass I wonder if it will be my eyes or his you’ll be looking into. Will his cock be larger than mine and if so, will it hurt you despite our preparations? I grunt, I grab onto you harder, and I push in all the way.

Your feet kick, as much as they can, as I am entirely inside you. My cock is hot in the slick, tight hole of your ass. I have absolute dominion over you. kaçak iddaa I could hurt you in such a way that you’d beg to never do this again or make you cum by simply reaching down and stroking your clit.

As is—I don’t know. I have a moment of wondering who I am with you anymore. If this is truly what I’ve become and if it was something inside me all along, or what you made me into. As such, I start to rock back and forth, slowly, like I’m playing a soft song on a delicate instrument.

Your neck and wrists must be killing you in this position, but it makes it easy as can be for me to move in and out of you. I give you loving, long full strokes before jealousy takes hold of me and I give you a few hard pushes and a spank.

This seems to knock you off your game. However well you know me, you truly do not seem to know what man is behind you from one minute to the next. I shove, you shudder. I push gently and you clench. We dance like this, back and forth, until the movements get easier and your moans start being appreciative.

I lose myself. Jealous has no place when I’m up an ass this amazing.

The moans sound like whimpers when I get to the end of every push now and it turns me on how easy this is for you.

When I pull out you whimper. You shift. You’d turn your head back to look at me if you could while I picked up the small, vibrating dildo and made my way back to you. “You want to know what it’s like to feel penetrated? To be taken in two places at once?”

This toy? This little bit of plastic and gel? Oh, I have no scruples or concerns about it whatsoever and I shove it into your cunt like you’re invincible. You cry out, thrash and even seem to beg as I turn the vibration on.

Then I steady your hips with my hands again and hold my breath as I move into your ass once more.

Oh yes. You are so much tighter now. And I can feel the vibrations from your pussy ringing out, moving into my cock as it invades you, takes another inch and another bit of your sanity from you.

“I’m going to fuck you until you’re as crazy about me as I am about you.”

I say the words without you knowing my thoughts. My feelings. But of course, if you are helpless, what does it matter?

Once all the kaçak bahis way in it’s easy to pull back and shunt back and forth. After all, this has been coming for far too long.

You’re a dirty little anal slut. You’re been afraid of this all your life and, as soon as you got it, you couldn’t help but want more and more and more of it. So here it is. The full brunt of my attack. My vengeance. My anger. My lack of discipline and my insane, deranged love for you all working through my cock.

And I fuck you up your ass for all you’re worth.

More than that.

I fuck you up your ass like I can exercise the request from you. Like I can take every other man you’ve been with away because you didn’t allow them to be here, where you only permitted them but begged me to go.

My finger dip into your skin in such a way that I can feel the sawing skin off. You’ll be bruised and raw on your hips for days. But of course, that’s not what you’re going to remember about this.

You’re going to remember the full extent of my cock, hard as it can be, slamming in out of your ass. My balls tapping against the back of you and growls filing the room.

Unlike how we usually fuck, I am not close to you, drinking your small frame in with mine. I am posed, at the distance, standing and easy in my gait I slide in and out.

And even as I feel myself tighten, my balls screaming and my cock getting so hot it can’t stand much more, I am composed.

“You’re mine.” I say it a half dozen times through teeth grit so hard spittle flies over your back.

You’re screaming now, through the gag in such a way I feel the police may be called but all I can care about are those last, few rapid strokes.

Then I give in. Jackhammer. And go as hard as I can into you. I let myself become the motion, the monster who can go a few seconds of this torture longer, before I give in.

I shoot near-molten cum into your ass and I keep it plugged with my rigid and angry cock.

After a moment I pull the toy out of your pussy, but I stay steadfast.

You’re skin is glistening. Your hair is damp. You are making no movement or noise.

I pull out and you gasp. I undo your ties and you remain perfectly still. When I pull you to me, you grasp on for dear life. “Are you sure,” I ask it one last time. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

You kiss me like I’m long lost.

You move your full lips to my ears.

And you whisper, “Yes.”

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Rather than be happy about her promotion as she’d expected, Andres seemed frustrated and offered only a casual grin and weak hug at the announcement. She didn’t look into it at first, she was still overwhelmed with the news herself but by the end of the evening she could see why so many women that made it to partner had been single. Men don’t take well to the competition. Threatens their fragile male ego, she supposed.

And so it went when they were in bed together. He reached for her, his cock thick and full, out to prove his manhood once again. It tempted her. How wonderful it would be to just lay back and be fucked, she thought. He was a good lover, and pleased her often though his technique was now more forceful pounding than the gentleness she truly enjoyed. It had been that way for a while, ever since that evening she took him out and seduced him. She bedded him like a man that night, laying him down and penetrating his back passage with a long, pink dildo. She expected him to fight or at least whine but he was surprisingly compliant. The ejaculation that followed the coupling testified to his enjoyment and said what his mouth could not.

The fact that their sex life had flourished since that night let Greta know she’d made the right decision. She guessed he was doing it to make up for some question on his masculinity. Though in truth, there was no way he could make up for that night. The sight of him happily babbling as she slid into his ass and his vigor as his seed excitedly launched from his prick changed their relationship forever. Oh sure, sometimes she’d play the submissive, playfully struggling as he drove into her, his ramrod stiff length spearing her wetness but now she knew, when push came to shove, it was her call from now on.

Now his cock urgently pressed into her inner thigh. His lips roamed along her neck, sending pulses of wetness between her sex and for a moment she considered giving in. Some nights all she wanted was him on top of her, his rushed need forcing the breath from her until her orgasms left her warm and weak.

She broke from his grasp before she’d be unable to resist his charms. In the darkness of the bedroom she pictured him sitting upright, his cock pointed upwards, trembling unaided. She could hear him breathe, a quick heavy sound as she stepped to the side of the bed.

“Greta?”

She didn’t answer him, waiting until his eyes adjusted to the light. “Turn over.”

A low sigh. “Please, I really don’t want to…not tonight.”

She managed the last of the buckles, admiring the snug fit around her hips. “Don’t fight me Andres.”

“Let’s just forget about it. I’m sorry.” He lay back down.

Her hand, light and soft, reached out for his prick to find him wanting. “Don’t ever be sorry.” She found the swollen knob of his shaft and felt a thick wetness there. With a practiced touch she smoothed it around the tight heated skin. “Don’t apologize for what you want. It’s natural.”

He was unable to speak. Eyes shut, he could only feel her touch upon him.

“Turn. Over.”

Without a complaint, without a sound, he did as told. Greta switched on the bedside lamp as she knelt behind him. In the dim light she admired her lover. The strong muscles of his ass were the result of his increased exercise regimen. On her suggestion he had spent more of his time taking care of his body, which paid off in their romps. She had grown more and more infatuated with him; his lips, his legs, his tight stomach, his cock.

What still remained her favorite was his ass. Fucking him that way had always been a hidden fantasy canlı bahis of hers and now that she had the opportunity to fulfill it it became an obsession.

He was crouched on his knees, his ass bent and opened to her. Hands on the full cheeks of his ass, she gently spread them even further, appraising the tiny winking asshole before her. Her heart swooned at the sight of it and she felt a sudden damp rush between her legs. She reached with her index finger to tenderly circle and stroke it. He made no sound except a soft, satisfied hum. “There now sweetie,” she whispered to him. “I’m going to enter you.” He sighed warmly. A skilled hand smoothed lube over the pink shaft and playfully masturbated the dildo. She gloried in the thought that for the night it was a part of her. Each time she put it on it made her feel different- more aggressive, more virile and rougher.

Andres trembled beneath her as her phallus circled his hole. With her fist wrapped around the base, she leaned forward and left soft kisses on his shoulders. “Lay still,” she whispered in his ear. “Enjoy it, baby.” She sat up and sucked on her index finger thoroughly. Then, holding his cheeks spread wide, she slowly inserted it into his warm back passage. She watched aroused as his body swallowed up her finger bit by bit. Gently pushing herself in and out of him, she smiled to herself at the thought that she was fingering him.

Below she could see his balls hanging down helplessly. His cock inflated as she reached below and juggled his balls. She cupped and squeezed him as he casually spread his knees. “Oooh,” she teased. “You really want it, don’t you boy?” All he could do was moan in response.

With a slow, careful push, she pressed the shaft into him. His body tensed and his shoulders dropped down, forcing his rear up against her. The sight of him, his tight ass spread and her shaft sliding slowly into him excited her and she felt her nipples tingle and erect.

It was almost comical, really, how easily he changed from the bragging, arrogant man into the soft, willing little bitch. It’s as if he secretly enjoyed the two polar sides of his personality. Greta chuckled to herself. It made her feel powerful and womanly. Breathing deeply, she increased her pace. The sound of her body slapping against his ass resounded throughout the room.

The sight of his ass bent over complemented her own soft, fair skin and she began earnestly smacking into his ass. The shaft pistoned slickly into his hole. He was under her spell now and clasped a pillow beneath him, his eyes closed and moaning against the bed.

“Good little bitch. You know your place now.”

He nodded unhesitatingly and she landed several loud slaps against the hefty flank of his ass. “Stay down, sweetie. You’re mine.” He only groaned in a deep, satisfying sound that touched her deeply.

His body shook and trembled. Tiny beads of sweat collected on the heft of his ass. She gripped his flesh handily, her fingers leaving thin scarlet marks. At once his body stiffened and she uncoiled against him. Wrapping around his waist, she found his genitals. One hand tightly clenched the base of his cock, the other possessively gripped his scrotum.

His skin was warm against the soft flesh of her breasts and she rested that way for a moment, her ear against his neck. Tiny trembles ran through his body and she could hear the quick beating of his heart.

“Please…,” his voice was a whisper. “…Don’t stop”

She was genuinely surprised. “What is it sweetheart?” Gently she pet him on the back of the head. “Does it hurt?”

“No,” bahis siteleri he pleaded. “A little, I guess. But don’t stop. Not now.”

She had reached his g-spot. She’d heard of such a thing but was skeptical and doubted men could feel it. Supposedly it was a rare thing that changes men forever after feeling it. Greta wondered if it would change Andres. There were some areas she would like to see improvement in.

The bare cheeks of his ass shuddered against her thighs. Slowly she eased out of his anus, feeling him sigh. The dildo shined with the slick grease of lube, leaving a ring of moisture around his pucker.

Just as carefully, she eased back into him. His body accepted it more easily and he pushed back slightly. Deep sounds of approval slipped from his lips and, when she was almost full into his butt she heard him gasp. It was a high, lilting tone that warmed her pussy.

She’d heard him orgasm before, most times she was the cause of it, but this was something different. He seemed softer, more vulnerable and weaker. Beneath her his knees buckled and he collapsed onto the mattress. Her thrusts continued while his cries grew higher and more urgent.

The motion excited her. The smooth entrance of the dildo sliding into his muscled ass and the ease that he took it excited her. Her juices flowed and she felt the first stirrings of orgasm.

Firmly she handled his cock. Her fist clenched and unclenched his shaft, sending waves of sensation through his body. Words came out in incoherent babbles. He always got that way when facing a particularly straining orgasm. In moments he lost control and surrendered to the feeling, letting go and allowing it to fully pass through his body. This time he would give himself to her completely, giving her the control when he couldn’t handle it anymore.

After the way he acted, she had planned to rape him if he resisted but his willingness to submit allowed her to take him without a fight. He was getting more comfortable with being the bitch. It was a role she planned to see more of.

Letting go of his shaft, she grabbed his tiny waist and hung on. Inhaling deeply, she began quickly thrusting into him. She knew it hurt but it was important for him to feel it. He wailed loudly. It was a loud cry that turned from sudden pain to a low moan of frustration and finally satisfaction. She knew the thick head of the dildo was pressing into his tiny g-spot, causing him to lose himself.

He sputtered, fingers reaching to clench the sheets as knuckles turned to white. His legs failed him and he lay face down beneath him. Unable to think, he pressed his face into a pillow, yelling, then sobbing into it. The sound touched her deeply and, with a rough motion, she grabbed his hair and turned him to look at her.

His eyes shone with tears. They dripped down his cheeks and left a visible spot on the pillow. His lower lip trembled as his orgasm riled his body. The moment their eyes met he felt himself loose on the sheets and cried out in a strange satisfaction that was foreign to him.

Greta leaned forward and kissed him warmly on the cheek. “Come for me, lover. Feel yourself release. Just like a bitch.”

The words only drove him deeper and intensified what he already felt. She let go of him, pushing him away none too gently, and he buried his face in one hand.

His body barely moved. Instead, she pushed his ass up and down on the bed. His penis squirted helplessly beneath him, adding to the warm, sticky pool drenching his crotch. Feeling the tremors pass through his body she passed her peak. bahis şirketleri Her vagina pressed into the firm end of the dildo. A short, thick phallus teased her canal and tingled the inner roots of her mons. It was her turn to moan openly and that, along with the feeling of his bare ass against her hips caused her to break.

Fingernails clenched the meat of his ass, leaving streaks of pain on his flesh. He moaned, both from the aftershocks of his climax and the pain of her touch. Still his anus held her dildo tightly and she noticed it angle towards her, allowing her room to fuck him fully.

At the height of her climax she grunted openly. Between her legs there was a wet rush that soaked the end of the phallus and dripped down her legs. It was one of her more intense orgasms and caused her eyes to flutter beneath their lids.

Andres was flat on the bed as she finished. In the most intimate action of the evening, she lay on top of him. Hands clutched his, their legs intertwined and the heated softness of her breasts pressed against his back.

With her cock still buried in his hole she took on a softer role, tenderly kissing the back of his neck and gently running her hands through his hair. He was still heated, his body shone with sex and expanded with each breath. She could feel the shiver travel the length of his body. They began in his legs, where she felt them in her toes on his calves, and moved up his trunk. Each one was a slight wave she could feel in her nipples. They hardened to a point and she rested comfortably against his prone body.

Fatigue settled in and she lay with her eyes closed, nipples still tingling with excitement. For a moment they both rested silently. Her, the tinier, softer woman lay in the superior top position above the strong, athletic, taller man. Nimbly she unlocked the dildo and dropped it to the floor beside them.

She was concentrating on his backside and how the firm, muscled cheeks of his ass felt against her thighs when she noticed it. Her fingers lovingly stroked the bare flank of his rump when as he began crying. She didn’t recognize the sound at first. It was almost nonexistent, a faint whine that tugged at her heart.

“Honey,” she whispered, moving to look at him. He only turned his head away, ashamed of feelings he couldn’t identify. He couldn’t hide the shine of tears on his face. “Baby,” she soothed. “It’s ok. I love you….”

“I know,” his voice was broken and choked with tiny gulps. “I don’t know why this is happening.” He brushed at the corner of his eyes with the backs of his hands. Greta couldn’t help but think it made him look childish.

“It’s a lot to take.” Her hand petted him softly. “You just felt what a woman should feel. Men are too afraid to open up and feel what they can really feel. You’ve just had your first real orgasm. You found your g-spot.” Her arms went around his neck to hug him tightly. “I’m so proud of you!”

This unleashed of flood of tears and she urged them on with kisses on his shoulders and soft, warm sounds of encouragement. Eventually, after a long period of recovery, she rolled off to lie beside him. Her shaft slipped out of his buttocks with a wet pop that brought a happy gasp from him. She had wanted to make love but knew to try anything further would be to lessen the moment they had together. As a couple they had experienced something deep, something people are lucky to feel. It was a deeply personal moment for both of them and she wanted nothing more than to lay beside the man she called hers.

Andres hummed, a sound that Greta recognized as one of contentment. She held his penis lovingly. It was warm and slick and made her feel more feminine. The tenderness of his balls comforted her and she held him as they both dozed languidly, the bodies clenched to one another.

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Author’s note: This series is my homage to the manga and anime series, “Baki the Grappler”. Yes, I know there are about 3 different mangas and, I think, 2 different animes with different titles, but I’ll just call the whole thing “Baki the Grappler”. So, meet Bachiko. Any resemblance to the original work in terms of characters, plot and theme is entirely intentional. I hope fans of the series will enjoy my homage!

IMPORTANT NOTE: The original character Baki is 13 years of age at the beginning of the series. Bachiko is a 19-year-old girl. Previous chapters included a note here placing her age at 21 – that is by the conclusion of the series. Within this chapter, she is 19.

***

Kaito had never before seen a Yakushi tank up close. Looking at Hanayama Kaori and Bachiko floating in adjacent tanks was a strange experience. He had the depressing feeling that he would be seeing quite a bit of the medical bay in time to come.

What a medical bay, though! The most cutting-edge state-of-the-art medical technology was all around him. The fighters here, at least, could be assured of the finest possible medical care, as he had been told repeatedly.

Which reminded him – he had to ask Bachiko after she woke up about whether there had been fatalities in the Arena before. When Yuriko had flung Kaori across the arena holding on to her skull, Kaito had thought the physics of it would have snapped Kaori’s neck straight off. It was a morbid thought that made him shudder.

Thinking of Yuriko was enough to make him shudder, too. Yuriko was… to put it plainly… one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She was also one of the most supremely intimidating. After witnessing what Bachiko’s mother was capable of, both in terms of raw strength and in terms of ruthlessness, Kaito wanted very badly to say that Bachiko took after her mother in physical ability, but definitely not in personality.

However… part of him had noticed Bachiko’s sheer love of fighting. The joy that she took in physical conflict, in womanly struggle, had not escaped him. The everyday Bachiko he knew was liked a muted restrained version. There was no feral wolfish grin, no vicious trash talk, no savage display of triumph with a victory pose. He realized he’d been thinking of Bachiko as just some immensely gifted athlete, with a freakishly unusual body. Not just unusual for a girl, but for anyone, male or female!

Now he knew better. Bachiko was a fighter. A budding one, but it was in her lineage. It was in her soul.

He wondered what her father was like.

A sudden movement caught his eye – Bachiko’s tank was emptying, and she was coming out of the suspended snooze induced by the breathable liquid that could seemingly work medical miracles. It had been almost an hour, so the timing was about right. And he could clearly see that her hand was fully recovered, as were her other injuries. As far as he could tell, anyway.

The chamber door opened and Bachiko stepped out, her skin still gleaming from the Yakushi liquid. She smiled to see Kaito there, and Kaito felt his heart racing faster. He stepped forward with a towel, ready to dry her off – he had insisted that he be the one to do it instead of a servitor. Bachiko stepped within the circle of his arms and hugged him gently for some moments.

Then she stepped back and wordlessly turned to look at Kaori, still in the suspended slumber, bobbing up and down inside the tank. The scar on her face was already gone. The tattoos remained untouched – somehow, the Yakushi liquid did not recognize tattoos as skin lesions, something the scientists had discovered in the nascent stages of the technology.

Some bodyguards were stationed beside the tank, and they watched warily as Bachiko, still not self-conscious about her nakedness, stood before the tank and silently reached out to touch the plexiglass. After a while, she turned to Kaito. “Let’s go.”

***

They were back in the Showa Memorial Park. It was near midnight. They would have to catch a ride home on a cab.

The Showa Memorial Park, as it was generally known, was really the Showa Commemorative National Government Park. Formerly an airfield operated by the American military, the land was returned to Japanese control in 1977. Later, the larger part of it was converted into a commemorative park, while another part of the airfield was reserved for use by the military, specifically the JGSDF.

Tourists and locals daily streamed in and out of the scenic grounds, never knowing what went on beneath their feet on certain nights, unless they happened to be part of a select group. As Kaito looked around, he realized that with Bachiko in his life, he was irrevocably a part of that select group.

He was helping to carry Bachiko’s duffel bag – a weird sense of chivalry had prompted him to do so, even though it was practically quixotic, given that Bachiko was several times stronger than he was. But Bachiko had simply bowed and thanked him. She hadn’t said much bahis firmaları beyond a few words since they had left the Park through the gate. Kaito was dying to ask her all sorts of questions – about the match, about her mother, about basically her entire life. He simply didn’t know where to begin.

A limousine drew up beside them and slowed to a stop. The chauffeur got out, opened the door, and stood at the ready.

“Bachiko-chan, Kaito-kun. Get in,” said Tachibana Fujiko.

Bachiko’s small smile appeared again on her face. “Oba-san, thank you,” she said with a bow. “Kaito, is this ok?”

“Uh, sure. Yeah. Err, thank you very much, Tachibana-san,” Kaito bowed as well. He was hardly going to say no to saving on a cab fare home and riding in the personal limousine of Tachibana Fujiko!

But the silence in the car grew awkward after some minutes. Fujiko and Bachiko sat in silence. Somehow, though, Kaito could sense that a lot was passing between the two. Fujiko wore a look of patient sympathy and understanding. Bachiko meanwhile was pensive, even melancholy, and whenever she caught Fujiko’s eye there was a sense of sad resignation in her characteristic small smile.

The car rolled up just outside the street, instead of stopping right at Kaito’s door. Before they got out, Fujiko spoke at last. “You did very well, child. And she knows that. She does love you.”

“That’s a damn funny way of showing it.” A moment, then, “I am sorry to be rude, oba-san.”

“I hope you can understand someday, Bachiko-chan. Oh yes… your next match. Have they informed you?”

“Yes. Next month. The Russian. Petrovna.” Bachiko shaped the unfamiliar foreign syllables with only a little bit of trouble.

“You will want to pay a visit to Hanayama next week, after she’s out of the tank. You can see her at their headquarters – she will be making sure her underlings know to admit you.”

Bachiko nodded.

“Kaito-kun.”

“Huh?! Oh, uh, yes! Thank you for the ride!”

There was a wicked twinkle in the old lady’s eye that Kaito fervently wished never to have to see again. “Take good care of my Bachiko-chan tonight. Celebrate her victory properly, young man.” And with that, the limousine drove off and they were left alone.

***

Later, Kaito would always cherish that memory of his first time walking home hand in hand with Bachiko. There was a lot to cherish that night, but he’d decided to treasure every portion of it.

He’d always had fond fantasies of the romantic things he’d do with his first girlfriend. And he was now doing one of them, albeit with a girl whose physique was a good match for the top bodybuilders in the nation and maybe the world, and who could lift his entire bodyweight above her head with one arm. Probably.

Still: romantic moonlight walk down the street where he lived – checked off the bucket list!

His mother was already asleep, so they trod quietly up the stairs. Outside the door to his room, he found his steps slowing. “Um,” he said.

Bachiko turned and pressed herself against him. “I promised, Kaito,” she said. “Unless you’re too tired?”

Her musky scent was almost overpowering. The nearness of her, in the semi-dark, had an immediate effect on him, an effect she could feel through her shorts. She chuckled. “It appears you are not.”

He swallowed hard, and opened his mouth to speak, to ask if she was sure. But she stifled whatever sound he had started to make, by pressing her hot lips against his. Her kiss was almost as fierce as the one she had given her defeated opponent just hours ago. The mere recollection of that kiss was enough to send the blood rushing even more fully into his cock.

She half-pushed him into the room, using her foot to slide the door shut. She was so… assertive! And rough! She was shoving him down onto his futon, and practically tearing his pants off. She jerked his underwear down the length of his thighs and immediately his engorged member sprang out. She smiled to see it, and bent over to give it a gentle smooth on the head.

Then she stood up and disrobed briskly. Off came her hot pants and tank top. And once more, Hanma Bachiko stood naked and proud in his room.

“Fantastic,” was all he could croak, as he gazed upon her physique. “Really fantastic.”

She smiled her small smile. There was always a hint of sadness in it, Kaito thought. As he had gotten to know her better, he had begun to perceive more about her. And after witnessing her confrontation with her mother, that incredible Hanma Yuriko woman, he was starting to get an inkling of what exactly troubled his girlfriend underneath the calm veneer she put on every day. But he put that thought aside. His attention was fully taken up by what he was seeing before him.

Bachiko turned her body slightly to the side and struck up a pose, bending her right knee, placing her right palm on her hip and her left hand behind her head. It was an unusually coquettish pose for her, but Kaito was finding kaçak iddaa that the incongruity added to his burgeoning excitement. “You really think so, Kaito-chan?” she asked, in a voice slightly more high-pitched than normal.

“Y-Yes! Definitely!”

She immediately switched poses, adopting a shy and embarrassed posture, putting a bashful finger to her lips. “I don’t know, Kaito-chan. Do you… really find me attractive?”

“Of course I do, Bachiko-chan! You know I do!”

“Will you… show me?” Her eyes were hooded, and her gaze was sly. “Using… that?” A mere tilt of her chin was sufficient to convey what “that” was.

Kaito grabbed his cock. It wasn’t anything spectacular, he knew (and part of him still could not believe how nonchalantly Bachiko and Fujiko had been discussing it earlier), but ever since the onset of puberty – and the discovery of porn – it had never let him down. Still, he was so nervous right now that it was starting to interfere with his arousal.

“Don’t go flaccid, don’t go flaccid…” he mentally recited, as he held his cock in place. A few moments later, he realized he needn’t worry. He was so turned on by what Bachiko was doing that his erection was almost painful.

Bachiko stretched lazily, from side to side, extending her arms. The play of the muscles all over her body was mesmerizing. Then she put both hands behind her head, positioned her pelvis over his nether regions, and slowly bent her knees and lowered herself. His eyes were fixated on her pubic mound as it moved closer and closer to the waiting tip of his cock.

This was it. This was going to be his first time entering a woman.

And it was going to be her on top. He found that it suited him just fine.

That first slick, wet sensation of contact was something he’d never forget. Bachiko knew how to draw it out, and the muscle control she possessed in her legs definitely helped, letting her control the pace of the whole thing. First her labial lips enfolded his penis head. Then he entered her more fully, and had to take his hand away – he no longer needed to guide himself into her. His cock was being squeezed gently by a warm, wet cocoon. It felt better than anything he had ever experienced. He could only throw back his head and moan, but he also didn’t want to close his eyes. The sight of her in that pose was… indescribable.

Finally her slow squat concluded, with their loins touching – he was completely inside her now. It was better than anything he’d ever imagined, especially when she started squeezing. It was as if her vagina was another strong limb she had full control over – she was kneading him with her pussy, massaging his cock, without moving any other part of her body.

Without knowing it, he had closed his eyes, as he drowned slowly in the delirious pleasure Bachiko was giving him. He opened them with a start, to find Bachiko smiling down at him. He grinned back. His eyes travelled all over Bachiko’s sculpted physique. It was incredible, how she seemed to embody that humorous cliché: she had muscles where normal people didn’t even have muscles. As he looked at her ridged eight-pack abdomen – there actually were eight – and the obliques, another muscle joke came to him: Bachiko’s muscles had muscles!

“I’m having sex with an anatomy chart model come to life,” he thought, wildly.

Every single bulge and curve on her body… he wanted to just drink in the sight. The way her small breasts jutted out, each one less than a handful, but dwarfed by the pectoral muscles they sat on, which in their own right were as large as breasts… the sharp lines of definition at the places where the muscles of her upper arms joined with those of her shoulders and upper chest… the way her large laterals made her armpits deeper and more concave than his own…

Then she straightened out her arms to the sides, thrust her chest slightly forward, and lazily curled her arms into a biceps flex pose.

Kaito lost it, right there. And even as his nerdy detail-obsessed mind noted on his behalf, “I’m not wearing any protection!” his body gave in to total mindless surrender. The sheer bliss overcame him, as he squirted again and again, his limbs flailing about, until finally his eyes rolled into the back of his head…

He opened his eyes. It took a few moments for his brain to register that there was sunlight streaming in through the window. Consciousness came flooding back, and a silly grin spread slowly over his face at the recollection of last night’s activity. He took a moment to savor the memory of his first time making love.

Then he sat up and looked around. He was still naked, but comfortably wrapped in his sheets. A cursory check told him that his sheets were cleaned and unstained. Evidently, Bachiko had cleaned him up while he was completely conked out, and put him to bed.

The thought warmed his heart. But where was Bachiko?

After getting dressed hastily, he checked his phone. There was a message there from her. kaçak bahis It said:

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Have gone jogging @ Showa Memorial. Eat a good breakfast. You need to regain your strength. I took too much out of you last night! ~ Bachiko ~~~ <3 ]] “What’re you so cheerful about, son?” Naoko’s voice jolted him out of his reverie as he sat at the table eating his breakfast: rice, fish and eggs, all steamed, and a thick bowl of miso soup. His mother was getting ready to leave the house, and looking slightly flustered as she primped in the mirror and fussed over her hair. “You’ve been grinning to yourself like a crazy person since you came down this morning. Had a good time out with Bachiko-chan last night, did you?” Oh, Mother, if only you knew! But Kaito said nothing, only nodded and tried to smile less obviously. “She went out earlier, to go jogging. Gosh, her breakfast was huge! You should take up a healthy lifestyle like her, son. Fitness is king! She is certainly setting us a good example, don’t you think? Strong body, healthy mind!” Naoko declared. Kaito’s smile faded on its own accord, as other less pleasant memories came to mind: Hanma Yuriko breaking Hanayama Kaori’s forearm with sheer grip strength alone, and almost crushing Bachiko’s hand shortly after… Kaori’s entire body weight smashing Bachiko into the ground… the blood on both girls’ faces… He realized that last night he hadn’t gotten the opportunity to satisfy his morbid curiosity about whether there had ever been any fatalities in the Arena. That was just as well! Talk about mood-killers. Yet, he really did want to know. Was this how the spouses and loved ones of soldiers felt? Or in feudal times, the spouses and loved ones of samurai, especially on the eve of battle? His mind just rebelled at the thought of Bachiko sustaining a potentially fatal injury. It was just about unthinkable. And he also realized that was arguably what the Arena was about, the spirit it embodied: the samurai spirit. Not in the sense of fealty to feudal lords, of course, though he had once heard a friend, a humanities major, declare that today’s zaibatsu were more powerful and more capable of exerting control on people’s lives than feudal daimyos and shoguns ever were. Not really in that sense… but perhaps, in the way depicted in the stories almost all Japanese children had read about heroic figures like Miyamoto Musashi and the stories of his various duels across the land, culminating in his final showdown with Sasaki Kojiro. Honing one’s body and skills… seeking out worthy equals as opponents… testing each other’s mettle… A parallel might be drawn also, to the way expert gamers from all around the world challenged one another at gaming tournaments and other expo events, the masters of fighting games, real-time strategy games, first-person shooters… These modern-day heroes were the idols of people like himself, otaku-types, nerds and geeks and suchlike. Compared to the Arena, though, they were practically mainstream. As he chewed on his breakfast, his mind turned to the next fight Bachiko had coming up, with the “Russian”. He suddenly recalled that Fujiko had told Bachiko to pay Kaori a visit. This seemed strange. Why would she suggest that Bachiko visit her defeated opponent? Would it be safe? Sure, he’d seen evidence of sportsmanship and mutual respect in the Arena itself, but how far did it extend outside the context of the underground fights? Why would Bachiko need to in the first place? Kaito decided to pay the Arena, and a certain old lady, another visit sometime next week. Perhaps he’d go spectate along with Bachiko, if she wanted. But he had a lot of questions and a burning desire to help his new girlfriend in any way he could, and he sensed that the key to doing that was to find answers. *** The next week passed in a haze of dizzy delight. Every day, he accompanied Bachiko on her daily regimen, and got to watch up close as she performed some of the most demanding looking exercises he had ever seen. With every workout routine, she mixed and matched – usually she would start off with some relatively safe-looking movements, the kind you might expect to see in a gym. One of those movements particularly appealed to him: the “bent-over barbell row”, she told him it was called. It seemed designed to showcase every muscle on her body. Then, she’d switch to more dangerous exercises with more violent motions that made him flinch. And yet, her display of power made her even more attractive, in some raw, primal way. The way the bar, loaded up with huge plates, would suddenly leave the floor and end up right above her, supported by her strong arms and her firm, sturdy shoulders… She also performed some moves that seemed to be from a gymnast’s repertoire. Her pull-ups were almost never just simple pull-ups – they would involve her folding her surprisingly flexible body or contorting it in other ways. He understood from her explanation that it built up her core strength, joint flexibility and muscle endurance. She could hang with her body weight for hours at a time and still be reasonably energetic afterwards, but there was not much point in doing merely that.

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Our story starts with a young woman named Harmony. At 20 years old, she was absolutely stunning and caught the attention of some of her male counterparts in college. Her hair was a deep orange, like the glow of a flame on a summer evening. The woman’s eyes were an intense olive green with flecks of brown throughout. Freckles adorned her pale complexion and rosy cheeks. She was not too tall, but not too short either. Though Harmony was slim, her hips were wide and thick thighs accented them.

What her classmates did not know about her is that she had a few kinks up her sleeve. Harmony was infatuated with using the bathroom in unconventional places. The idea of being able to go pee or poop somewhere she shouldn’t made her incredibly wet at the thought. She was also into some mild exhibitionism that started when she flashed her breasts during a concert. How she wished someone would catch her relieving herself.

Harmony glanced out her window to see the sun shining on her backyard, emanating a warm golden glow. She smiled, knowing that it was all hers for whatever she wanted to do. Excited, she opened the door and canlı bahis stepped out, letting the soft grass cushion her feet. Harmony took in a deep breath of the warm spring air and heard the melody of birdsong.

Harmony had waited a few hours to ensure that she had to relieve her bladder and bowels. And that she did. Although she had never gone outside, she was comfortable trying it, for she sunbathed nude in past instances. Her hands pulled her shirt above her head, then tossed the fabric to the side, followed by her sweatpants. After unclasping her bra, it fell to her feet. A mild breeze made itself present, making Harmony’s little pink nipples hard. She allowed her fingertips to graze over her exposed breasts, creating a tingling sensation and warmth in her lower area. Before long, her panties were with the rest of her discarded clothing, her pale bum and freshly shaven pussy feeling the welcomed breeze.

While Harmony stood toward the middle of her backyard, her aching bladder reminded her why she was outside in the first place. She lied down in the grass, her legs parted to reveal more of her aroused vagina. bahis siteleri Her fingers held her rose colored lips aside as she began to pee. Harmony delighted in the feeling of letting go in the freedom of nature, a stream of nearly clear piss making its arched escape from her small opening. The sound of her liquid waste hitting the ground beneath her was quiet, yet noticeable, along with the slight hiss of her pushing the pee out.

Harmony’s stream dwindled until it was finished. She took a moment to gently rub her engorged clit, thriving in the sensation of pissing and being exposed outdoors. Her now moistened finger traced around a nipple, this feeling far better than the first. A growing pressure in her rear was making awareness to Harmony. She stood up and pulled apart her full ass cheeks, revealing a delicate and tiny anus. She hadn’t pooped in a few days, making the urge to go stronger by the second. Standing straight up, cheeks apart, Harmony began to push. Her tits grew somehow harder as a turd started to open her up. A few seconds later, a wide, solid chunk of shit was partially out of Harmony’s pretty bahis şirketleri little butthole. The piece slid out a bit farther before falling, a small thump as it hit the grass. Another nugget came behind the first, being squeezed out of her tiny opening. It too fell, and there was still more. Harmony pushed harder and a massive turd started exiting her body. It stretched her more than the previous ones had as it slowly inched its way out, her asshole struggling to stay agape. It finally dropped with a louder thud. Harmony’s tight hole closed, signally her finished bowel movement. She winked her ass a few times just to be sure.

By this point, Harmony’s pussy was dripping and her nipples were quite firm. She moved and lied down to play with herself. One hand eagerly pinched and rubbed her tits while the other ran over her sensitive clit, her wetness making her finger glide over with ease. Her feverish arousal led to her applying more speed and force to her self-pleasure. In a surprisingly short amount of time, Harmony felt a growing pressure and warmth throughout her pelvis. She reached her climax and felt the warmth overtake her trembling body, squirting as she came.

Pleased with her experience, Harmony decided that she would potty outside more often. Retrieving her clothes, she went back inside, awaiting the next time nature called.

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This is a story inspired by a female fan. It started out as a tissue tease, but the more I wrote and thought about it, the longer it got. It took me a few days to figure out some logistics and how the characters should react, but I finally did it. So, it has become (in the sense of all my other writings) a full fledged story.

I hope you all enjoy it. I look forward to reading your feedback!

Vic

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She laughs at his frown as they walk through the door. She turns towards him as he closed the door behind them.

“What’s wrong, honey?” she asks him, smiling sweetly.

He smirks and replies, “You’ve been very naughty.”

“Oh what ever do you mean, sir?” she asks innocently.

His frown wavers as it follows with a chuckle.

“You know darn well what I mean.”

He leans in and kisses her. He feels her arms wrapping about him as his lips press firmly against her lips. His back now leans against the door. His eyes close as their kiss continues. He hears an audible click as the lock on the door is turned.

She could feel him leaning in before she saw him leaning in. She knew him well. She knows what makes him happy. Knows what makes him sad. Oh and she definitely knows what makes him horny. Maybe it was the little devil in her, but she also loves to keep him teased. The longer she teases, the better. She smiles inwardly as he leans towards her, kissing her. Her lips return the kiss, equally passionate. Her mouth opens, knowing his tongue would soon follow.

He turns his head slightly as they kiss. His tongue moves into her mouth with ease. He hears her moan as his tongue touches her tongue lightly. His passion on fire, lit by her teases throughout the evening. He is more than glad that they are home. Not sure if he could take any more of her public teasing. He had suggested they retire back home. He was so relieved when she agreed. All the way home, she continued to tease him in one form or another. He knows she had been doing it on purpose. He had noticed it after dinner. The way she looked at him or touched him. She knows where to touch him, nothing obvious as his cock. But a well placed kiss to his neck. Or the tone in which she spoke when discussing what they would like to do for the rest of the evening. Then there was the way she stroked his arm or touched his leg. He would have missed it were it not for his body telling him his current situation, uncomfortable arousal.

She is not sure how it came about. Maybe it has been building up the last couple of weeks. They haven’t seen one another over the last few weeks for various reasons. Mostly it was because of work or work related obligations. Maybe it’s her subconscious telling her something; she laughs to herself on their way home. If it was not for the phone calls late at night or the notes sent to each other over the computer, she is sure she would have grabbed him in the restaurant, throwing him on the table to have right there. It feels like an eternity since she’s kissed him or touched him, let alone sees him. As the evening progressed, everything felt ‘right’. She was sending him signals. She had often laughed that he called these ‘signals’ teases.

Now, here they are, standing against the door. She could feel that his body had received her signals. It is obvious in the way his hardness press against his pants. And through his pants, she can feel him, consciously or unconsciously, grinding himself against her.

He loves the feel of her body pressing against his. His arms move up to wrap about her as he pulls her closer. All the while, their lips continued to kiss. He moans slightly as her lips move about his tongue, only letting him move but not letting him out. He also feels her hands move down his back and up his sides, stroking him.

She smiles inwardly again as her mouth pulls at his tongue. She slides her tongue tip against his tongue, feeling his body react with a slight shiver. She almost laughs as her hands move down his sides and reaches behind him to grab his ass. She moves her hips forward, anticipating his body’s reaction. She feels his hardness press against her.

He hears himself moan again as her hands grab his ass. He feels her grind against him, against his hardness as his body moves his hips forward. He feels her hands release him and move back up his sides. His tongue moves along her tongue, hoping to lure her tongue into his mouth. But to his frustration, her tongue does not follow along and move into his mouth. He feels her hands moving towards his chest. He subconsciously follows the movements of her hands but his concentration focuses on her lips pressing so nicely against his lips and her hips and body leaning so pleasurably against his body. His back is firmly leaning against the door as her hands reach his chest. He feels her hands firmly press against his chest.

She presses her hands against his chest, allowing her to push away from their kiss. She smiles at his expression.

“Honey, I’m thirsty,” she says as she turns around.

Taking a step güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri towards the living room, she turns and looks over her shoulder, saying with an innocent smile, “Mind getting me some juice while I change into something more comfortable?”

“Tease!” is his first reply.

His second is a quick slap on her ass.

She skips forward as his hand smacks her ass. She exclaims a quick ‘Ooo!’ and laughs, continuing on her path towards the living room then making a quick left into the bedroom.

He watches her walk off, a grin on his face. He stares at her ass as she walks into the living room. It was as if she knew he was staring at her. He sees her turn her head again and look at him. He automatically lifts his hand and waves to her. He sees her smile and makes a left turn towards the bedroom. He slaps his own forehead realizing he had just waved to her. Shrugging to himself, he turns left and walks into the kitchen.

He takes a couple of glasses out of the cupboard and puts them on the counter. Opening the fridge, he looks inside. Seeing a selection, he pulls away from the fridge.

“Honey! What kind of juice do you want?” he yells out.

“Anything!” she says.

Then she asks, “Wait, do we have anything with passion fruit?”

“Nice,” he says to himself.

Looking in the fridge, he picks out something with passion fruit in it. Puts the container on the counter. As he opens the fridge to take out the tray of ice, he wonders to himself why she is teasing him so much. It is not that he didn’t like it, but she seems to keep him teased. He wonders how much more she’s going to tease him before offering him more. Shrugging to himself, he drops a couple of ice cubes into each cup.

She walks over to the closet and takes out a tank top and silk-like bottoms. They’re her pajamas but he’s seen them on more than one occasion. Plus, she figures that they’re in for the evening. Might as well get comfortable. She kicks off her shoes as she unbuttons her pants. She pulls her pants down and sits on the bed. She unbuttons her blouse and slips out of it. She quickly proceeds to undo her bra.

He grins to himself as he thinks of ways to get even. He finishes pouring the juice into the glasses and quickly puts the container back into the fridge. He grabs a glass and walks out into the living room. Seeing that she isn’t there, he walks over and places the glass on a coaster. He sits down and patiently waits for her to return.

She pulls on her tank top and walks out to the living room. She sees him sitting there and a single glass on the coffee table. She looks at him questioningly.

“Only one glass?” she asks.

Smiling, he answers, “Well, I thought we could share. Being that I’m not that thirsty and all.”

Shrugging, she walks over to him and sits beside him. As she starts to reach for the glass, she hears him say.

“No no, relax, dear.” he says, “Let me help you with this.”

He reaches over and picks up the glass. He moves the glass towards her.

“You’re going to spill that on me, aren’t you?” she asks suspiciously.

He laughs and shakes his head, “Now would I do that?”

“Other guys, no. You? A resounding yes.”

His expression screws up into a mock hurt expression, “You wound me, lady.”

She snorts.

“Really, let me help you with this.” he said and reaches over with a glass.

She watches him as the glass approaches her lips. She leans her head forward a little and he tilts the glass slightly so that she could take a drink from it. She continues to watch him as he withdraws the glass.

“Now, did I pour it all over you?”

“No,” she answers, “But that’s because I’m watching you.”

“Now why would I possibly want to pour this juice all over you? It will ruin the couch!”

She smirks, holds up her hand and ticks off a finger for every answer, “One, you want to get even. Two, you want to see me jump up and down. Three, you want to see me all wet. Four, you’d do anything to get me out of my clothes. Five.”

“Stop!” he said, “I get the picture but I still say you’re wrong.”

She nods severely at him.

He chuckles and continues, “Okay, how about this. Close your eyes, keep your hand on my hand and I’ll continue to help you with this drink. We’ll call it a test of trust.”

She continues to stare at him suspiciously.

He laughs and reaches over and takes her hand. He guides her hand onto his wrist.

“Now, if you think I am tilting the glass too far over — you can push my hand away.”

He smiles at her waiting for an answer. Seeing that none was coming, he leans over and lightly licks her lips. He tastes the juice on her lips and presses his lips against her lips once more and kisses her. After she responds, he pulls away.

“Come on, close your eyes,” he urges her.

She takes a deep breath and releases it. She closes her eyes. As she feels his hand moving forward, she opens her eyes and looks at him.

“Don’t try anything funny.”

Shaking güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri his head, “I wouldn’t do that, dear.”

She glares at him as he chuckles. She closes her eyes once more. She feels his hand move forward. The cool glass touches her bottom lip. She opens her mouth slightly as he tilts the glass. The juice moves onto her lower lip as it slips into her mouth. The juice is nice and cold and she takes a mouth full. She leans forward as he pulls away the glass.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” he says to her, “The big mean man didn’t pour juice all over you, now did he?”

She opens one eye and looks at him.

He laughs, “More?”

She shrugs to herself and closes her eye.

Taking her non-verbal reply as a reply, he tilts the glass once more against her lower lip. He watches as the liquid pours into her mouth. The juice fills her mouth and he pulls the glass away from her lip. He watches as she closes her mouth. A single drop spills from her lips and trails down the corner of her mouth towards her jaw. He leans in and kisses the head of that drop. His mouth takes the juice in and he follows the path of the juice. He moves up her jaw to the corner of her mouth. His lips touch her lips. He sucks gently on her lips to take the juice. His lips reach her lips and he presses them against her.

She could almost picture the drop of juice spilling from her lips. She didn’t swallow the juice; she waited for him to kiss her on the lips. Her mouth opens slightly as his lips matched her. She slides her juice soaked tongue into his mouth and she feels him respond by closing his lips around her. She feels him slowly sucking on her tongue. After a moment, she pulls her tongue back into her mouth and squeezes her mouth. Some juice spills out of her mouth into his mouth.

He was shocked at first, feeling the juice pouring into his mouth from her. Realizing it was the juice, he slowly swallowed. He continued to kiss her for a while more and pulls back.

She opens her eyes as she feels him pulling away. She looks at him as he smiles at her.

“I think that was a successful test,” he said.

“Now are you going to pour that juice onto me?”

He laughs and says, “No. I wouldn’t.”

After a pause, he looks at her and asks, “Unless you want me to?”

She chuckles as she pushes his hand away when she feels him moving the glass towards her.

“I see you still don’t trust me,” he says smiling at her.

“Oh, I trust you. It’s just with certain things that I don’t trust you with,” she replies.

Raising an eyebrow, he asks, “Oh? Like what things?”

“Little things like that,” she answers as she points over at the glass of juice in his hand.

“And things that concern this,” she continues her reply as she reaches over and pats his crotch.

She was somewhat surprised to find that he was still aroused. She pulls her hand away before she is tempted to do something more. She pulls her eyes away from his crotch and looks directly at his questioning face.

She stammers slightly and finishes, “Especially when it doesn’t get its way.”

“Oh, I get it!” he laughs, “You don’t think I can control myself.”

She smiles and winks at him, “You said it, not me.”

With his free hand, he grabs a hold of her wrist. And pulls her up off the couch, he takes her towards the bedroom.

“See?” she states, “Where are you taking me?”

He looks over his shoulder at her and says, “Well, we’re going to continue this game of trust in the bedroom. I’ll prove to you I have everything under control.”

She laughs, but follows him into the bedroom.

He walks her over to the edge of the bed. He bends over the nightstand and puts the glass of juice onto a coaster. He places both hands on her shoulders and gently pushes her down on the bed.

“Wait right there.” he says as he turns towards the closet.

She sits patiently waiting for him. She looks over her shoulder at him, as he seems to be rummaging for something.

“Honey, where do you keep those scarves?” he asks from the closet.

She rolls her eyes and says, “On the left side.”

“Where? I don’t.. Oh! Got it.”

She watches him as he walks out of the closet with a hanger full of her scarves.

“What are you going to do with those?” she asks, “You’re not cold are you? You’re going to wear them?”

He grins at her, “No no. It’s for the trust game.”

He pulls one scarf off the hanger.

“Careful with that!” she exclaims.

He chuckles and walks over to her. He holds a corner of the scarf in each hand and twirls them so the scarf becomes a band of material. He lowers it over her eyes and she pulls away.

“What *are* you doing?” she asks, slightly annoyed now.

“Well, I figured we can test your trust and our self control all in one shot.” he said with a grin.

Not sure what he means, but still interested in what he is doing, she shrugs. She sees him lowering the scarf over her eyes. Then she feels güvenilir bahis şirketleri him tie it around her head. It covers her eyes completely. She reaches out and touches his stomach then moves her hand up his body to his hand.

“Okay. I’m going to test your trust.”

She nods.

“I promise not to stick my dick into you unless you tell me I can.”

She laughs but nods. She is not sure he can do it. It has been a while for both of them. They haven’t seen each other in a while so this might even be tough for her also. She knows that he’ll give in first. She smiles to herself. She normally does not go for this kind of stuff but tonight she feels excited about it.

He leans in and kisses her lips lightly. He feels her respond but she doesn’t push forward. He moves back and sees her lips in mid kiss. He picks up the glass of juice and places the glass against her lower lip.

She feels the glass against her lip again and she opens her mouth. She could feel him tilting the glass towards her. She feels the cool juice flowing again into her mouth. She drinks it, slowly. The ice cube hitting her lip startles her. It is cold against her. She pushed slightly forward and she could feel him tilting the glass back. She hears the ice cube hit the bottom of the glass.

She hears him putting the glass on the coaster again. She feels his fingers sliding lightly along her cheek. She tilts her head slightly against his fingers. She misses feeling him stroking her skin these past few weeks. She almost moans at his touch. With her mind’s eye, she follows his fingers.

The backs of his fingers trail along her cheek. They move up towards her ear and just before touching her ear, they move down. Gliding lightly, touching softly against her skin, his fingers move down the side of her neck.

She feels his fingers moving slowly down her neck, it feels like tiny electricity sparking between his fingers and her neck. She grew excited. She is enjoying this. She continues to follow his fingers as he moves down from her neck. His fingers move down her shoulder until they reach the strap of her tank top. She almost sighs as he pulls his fingers off of her skin.

She feels his fingers touch the bottom of her tank top. She feels him lifting it.

“Raise your arms, dear,” he whispers lightly.

She found herself obeying, lifting her arms as he pulls the tank top off of her. Once again, she sees him staring at her. She could almost feel his eyes staring at her breasts. She knows he wants to lean forward and just take her into his mouth. She bites her lower lip as she realizes she wants him to do just that. Almost sighing, she feels the cooler air touch her naked skin. She shivered as she felt his lips touch her neck. She feels his warm breathing trailing her skin as he moves his lips lightly along her neck down to her shoulder. She feels his hands moving between her arms and her body. She follows his lips instead of his hands then. She feels his lips moving down her shoulder towards her left breast.

His lips moves down her left breast and she feels herself pushing her chest forward slightly. Her nipples tingle. They tingle with the anticipation of the feel of his lips against them. She opens her mouth as his lips touches her nipple. Slowly at first, with his soft lips. Slowly squeezing her nipple then carefully she feels his lips close about her. She shuddered as she feels his mouth pulling her nipple. She feels her nipple harden in his mouth and against his soft lips. She reaches up with her hands and brushes her fingers into his hair.

He continues to suck on her nipple as he moves his hands from behind her and reaches up to take hold of her hands. He pulls her hands away from his hair as he gently licks the tip of her nipple with the tip of his tongue. He feels her shiver again. He guides her hands down to the bed and presses them against the bed.

She feels him pushing her hands against the bed and lifts his off her. She sighed as he releases her nipple. The cool air hitting her already hard nipple causes her to take in a quick breathe. She waits for him to touch her again. She feels her entire body tingling now. Anticipating, hoping for his lips to touch her. She did not wait long as his lips touched her right nipple. She heard herself moan as his lips closes around her nipple. Her nipple was hard before he touched this one. She pushed forward again, pressing her breast against his face. She feels him sucking against her nipple as she feels his fingers on the waist of her pants. She feels his fingers slip in under the front of her waistband. She feels him pull away from her nipple and again the cool air hits her wet nipple.

“Lean back,” she heard him say.

She leans back and feels his fingers sliding deeper into her pants and panties to take hold of them. She feels him pulling and she lifts her ass up so he can pull the pants and panties down. She feels him sliding the clothes down to her ankles. She feels his hands on her ankles. She feels his hands gently slide over her feet to make sure she does not have any shoes on. His fingers moved lightly over her feet, caressing her. She pushes her feet against his hands as he slides his hands away from her feet; he pulls her pants and panties off of her ankles, one at a time. Then she feels his lips on her knees. Kissing one then the other.

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I knew it was a bad idea, us both going to the same place, you with your work colleges, me just out with the girls. Both in the same bar we act like we don’t know each other but I can feel your eyes watching me all night. I flirt with other guys knowing it will make your blood hot; I’ve always loved you a little mad. I let them put there arms around me, knowing you are watching but can’t do anything because of the people you are with.

I break off from my group to go to the bathroom at the back if the bar. It’s secluded and out the way, a small corridor to walk down before I reach it. I see you rise out the corner of my eye, half hear you make some comment to one if the guys your with, everyone laughs. You follow me, I pretend to not notice you there but then trip slightly in my heals, you reach out to grab me and stop me from falling.

I act coy “Oh, Charles didn’t realise you were here.” A smirk on my lips knowing I have riled you. Still irrationally angry at you for choosing your wife the week before. You push me to the wall, hands held above my head, your body pressing against me, face inches away from mine. I think you are going to kiss me, but instead you lean into my ear.

“You can flirt with who you like darlin’ but remember, you’re coming home with me.” You nip at my ear lobe and my knees go weak. “Mine” you whisper. You release my hands and let me continue to the toilet, slapping my arse as I go, your territory well and truly claimed.

The rest of the evening passes uneventfully, we both seem to have a good time, joking with our friends. My short dress seems to get me a lot of attention, both from you and the other men at the bar. I forget myself and have a cheeky kiss or too. I know I am disobeying you but you hurt me and I don’t care.

As you start to stager out the bar you brush past me I look up at you and our eyes meet. You indicate to the exit and carry on your way. I leave it a minute then excuse myself from the girls, unwrapping a man’s arm from around my shoulders as I rise.

I’m drunker that I thought and as I stand I sway a little but I manage to make it out into the muggy evening air. You are stood by the doorway smoking a cigarette you reach out and grab my hand pulling me to you. “Sexy” you drunkenly mumble as you nuzzle my neck. I realise the problems it could cause if one of the guys from work were to see us like this so I flag us down a taxi.

We slide into the back seat and you give the name of a nearby hotel. The ride is short but trying to keep your hands off me takes all my self restraint, much to amusement of the taxi driver who seems completely undisturbed by seeing a woman with a man twice her age. In what seems like a life time we pull up to the front of a mid level hotel. It had nether the grittiness of a cheep motel nor the glamor of an up market establishment it is a place to sleep in relative comfort with some of the luxuries of home.

We head inside and you pull a key from your wallet, you had clearly checked in earlier, knowing you would not be making it home to your wife. We travel two floors in the confinement of the lift. My short dress is starting to feel too tight on me, I’m acutely aware of the suspenders on my legs, my clothes begin to restrict canlı bahis me. I just want to feel your skin on mine. As we sway along the corridor your arm is firmly around my waist making my skin burn and my groin ache.

Finally we arrive back at the room and you drag me inside . You flip the switch on the wall and the harsh hotel lighting fills the room as you pull me toward the bed undoing your belt as you go. “Undress” it’s a simple demand and easily obeyed.

Except for my heals and suspenders, we have done this enough times for me to know not to try and remove them, I am naked before you in moments, feeling your eyes roam across my body. “On the bed!” again, a command and not a request. I can see you are driven by the animal need my flirting has awoken and I begin to feel that I might regret teasing you so much at the bar.

I lay across the bed, my breathing heavy with excitement as you stand watching me. Your belt is undone and you slowly start to pull down your jeans. Your huge cock, rock hard, testament to the frustration I have caused you all evening. “Come,” you order and I immediately start to crawl across the bed towards you, feline in my movements, my body swaying seductively as I move. I hear you grown as you watch me.

I stop as I reach the end of the bed, kneeling before you, looking up at you from beneath my lashes, a smirk on my lips as I run my teeth over them. Without waiting to be asked I slowly roll my tongue over the tip of your manhood, tasting the beads of pre cum already starting to gather there. Your hand makes it’s way involuntarily to the back of my head, wrapping itself in my long raven locks. Before you get a chance to show me you want it I take you into my eager, hungry mouth. I feel you throbbing on my tongue as I begin to lick and suck you the movement of my head getting into a steady rhythm.

I feel your body tense beneath my mouth, reaching your limit. Just as I think you are about to give in to the primal need flowing through your body you roughly pull my head off your cock by my hair. Instantly stopping your pleasure.

You push me backwards onto the bed.

“Roll over and get on all fours.” I comply, unsure about just what is coming, you gab my ankles and pull me until I am perched on the end of the bed. You lean over me till your mouth is next to my ear, I can feel the breath on my cheek and smell the drink on your breath.

“You have been a very naughty girl darlin’.”

I feel your hand slowly caressing the soft pale skin of my backside. It feels so good, I melt into your touch, your skin feeling rough against the delicateness of my own. Your hand leaves me and the room feels cold after your warm touch, the breeze from the window chilling me.

Suddenly your hand is brought back down onto my plump backside. The sharp sting of your palm matching the harsh slapping sound in the air. Your fingers rub against the warm red handprint for a moment before giving me another slap, then another and another, the sharp stings interlaced with your gentle caress.

Each impact sends waves of pleasure down the backs of my legs, and increases the moisture between them, what was supposed to be a punishment bringing me great pleasure. Gradually my backside bahis siteleri starts to get hot and red, but you keep going, until I am crying out with every slap, you have never spanked me this hard and I don’t know how much longer I can take it. After what seems like an eternity you stop.

“You have been a big tease, you naughty girl, you should have known better than to torment me like that, you are mine young lady, and you have been misbehaving. Naughty girls must be punished.”

” I know I have been bad and my behaviour was unacceptable, I have learnt my lesson and thank you for correcting me.”

My voice catches in my throat from the mixture if pleasure and pain. My backside really stinging now that my spanking is over.

I hear you laugh slightly, “Oh darlin'” you giggle me menacingly , “That wasn’t your punishment, I know how much you enjoy a spanking, and even if I didn’t that wet pussy would have given it away.”

I feel a chill pass through me, you had never really felt the need to punish me in anything more than a playful way before now. If my spanking, so much harder than I was used to, wasn’t my punishment then what was?

I stay routed to the spot, slightly afraid to move without permission. I can hear you moving around the room behind me but I don’t look round to see what you are doing instead I concentrate on the picture on the wall behind the bed.

Your hands slowly stroke my shoulders before sliding the thick collar around my neck and pull it tight at the back. I can breath freely but only just. I can’t see it but I know exactly what it looks like, black leather with metal studs, a couple of rings at the front to attach wrist cuffs too.

“I think you need your collar tonight my dear to remind you that you are mine”

“Thank you,” I mumble, loving the familiar feeling of the heavy collar around my neck.

Your fingers suddenly enter my soaking womanhood, deeply and filling me with instant pleasure. A moan escapes my lips as you start to work me, I can feel your large fingers gently stroking my inner walls, expertly working me. I can feel the juices flowing out of me, I am so wet and so aroused. I feel the pleasure building within me; I can’t help the grunts and moans escaping my lips. You are pushing me to the edge of orgasm. My muscles clench, body starts to shake, I am right on the peak, I few more seconds before I am in ecstasy. Then as suddenly as you started, you stop.

I am left gasping and uncomfortable the build up of pressure between my legs in desperate need of release.

“It’s not nice being teased is it?” You ask.

“No!” I mange to gasp in reply my brain sill not functioning properly. “Please , please finish me!” I beg you.

“Oh no, you still need to learn your lesson miss.” Your voice has an amused chill to it that I am not used to.

Your fingers spread my womanly lips, playing with the moisture you find there, spreading it, careful not to touch my clit or send me over the edge. I feel you start to trace rings around my arse, making it wet and slippery. It feels so good but also intimidates me slightly. I have always said your cock is just to big and I am just too tight to put in there.

Slowly and gently one of your bahis şirketleri fingers starts to enter my tight little hole, your other hand stoking and soothing me. A few seconds of uncomfortable pain as I struggle to relax then so much pleasure. It feels so good and so tight, I push myself back towards you wanting you deeper. Your finger moves in and out, twists and turns as I loose myself to the feeling. When I am overcome by the waves of pleasure, my tight little arse good and relaxed I feel your finger slide out and the head of your huge cock rest against the entrance.

“God love please no!” I beg knowing what is coming.

“Naughty girls must learn there lessons” you reply.

You make soothing noises as one hand gently strokes my back while the other holds me open. I concentrate on my breathing as your thick cock pushes heavily against me. I don’t know if what I am feeling is fear or excitement, but my wet throbbing pussy would indicate the second. You sooth me and tell me to relax as I try my hardest not to tense and make this harder for myself. Even so I find it impossible not to cry out and sob as your head finally breaks though, stretching me wide.

Once the head is in the rest follows in one thrust making me cry out in pain. I honestly don’t think I have ever felt so full, no way to stretch me even another inch. I don’t know is what I am feeling is pleasure or pain, if I should sob or cum, the feelings threatening to overwhelm me.

“Are you full enough my darling?” You ask as you slowly fuck my arse. A moan is all I can manage in reply. I guess you take that as a no as the next second you have thrust my favourite toy into my soaked pussy. It buzzes on the highest setting, deep inside me and filling me completely. Even my clit does not escape it’s attention as it is also assaulted by my vibrating toy.

My senses are completely overwhelmed as you pick up speed and pound into me. I no longer feel human. I can’t think there is nothing that exists other than the sensations my lower half is being subjected to. Your hard cock hurts me as you pound away, but with the pleasure it gives I would never want you to stop.

Tears are freely flowing down my cheeks as I am overcome by feelings and emotions, my body shakes, wave after wave of pleasure sweeping over me, I feel liquid gush from my pussy soaking the backs of my legs where I have collapsed onto them, running down my thighs, yet still I have not reached my peak.

My gushing pussy has not escaped your notice,

“Oh darlin we’ve not done that before have we?”

You stroke the back of my head before grabbing onto my hips, and holding me dead against you, in me to the hilt, your hot liquid pumping into me finally taking me over the edge with you, before I completely collapse, sobbing onto the bed. You lay down with me and wrap your arms around me, still inside my arse, but I don’t even feel it anymore.

“Are you ok love?” You ask as you stroke my hair and kiss my cheek.

“Yes” I nod my reply “it was just so much, so overwhelming”

Then laid on the hotel bed, stained with my juices, you soft cock still inside me and my toy resting on my leg, it’s batteries beginning to die, I begin to fall asleep in your arms, where I know I am loved and cherished.

“I have learnt my lesson love, I won’t tease you again” I mumble as I drift off.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” You laugh as you hold me to you, watching over me as I dream.

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Simon rang the door bell, prompt at 2 pm, somewhere between nervous and excited and wondered quite how he had reached this point.

He had met Sally in, of all places, a crowded cafe at King’s Cross when all the trains were late. She’d pulled up a stool next to him , asked if it was okay to sit and started chatting.

She was so easy to talk to, middle aged, nice looking if obviously putting on some middle age weight but stylish and comfortable and, as he couldn’t help but notice, wearing stockings and suspenders peeking out under her skirt.

They’d ended up talking about relationships, she a divorcee and mother of two, now young adults doing “online IT website stuff,” him married for just seven years and he admitted things weren’t great as she joked about the seven year itch.

She’d said smiled said “Call me Aunty and tell me all about it,” and patted his arm, eyes twinkling “especially if it’s the naughty stuff!”

Somehow he’d admitted that he loved his wife but they just didn’t click, he was missing something in “you know that department,” and then he’d blushed and clammed up, looking around. She’d picked up on his hesitance but also somehow his obvious desire to unload a secret to a stranger all rather easily.

“Well, Simon i’m about two stops down the same line as you and I’m renting a place by the station, why don’t you ‘work late’ and have a drink and a chat with Aunty in more pleasant surrounds.”

He realised she was right about the trainline. A quick train journey later, her nattering about this and that, somehow drawing him into to silly gossiping and whispering , jokingly comparing notes on the women around him, and ending up somehow in a giggly game of ‘stockings or tights’ making him laugh and get all embarrassed , shushing her.

A short walk, the key turned in the lock and she was pouring a chilled glass of wine each, topping him up as he talked, sipping her own, rambling at first about his lovely but prim wife, who clammed up whenever he tried to talk to her about anything other than work or legal career, they had a ‘movie night’ in once a month, always a romcom or similar and then an increasingly routine, almost automatic and less than fulfilling sex.

Aunty giggled, “So Simon what do you do, look at those naughty websites I’ve heard about?”

Simon laughed at her provocative but friendly tease, blushing slightly and admitted, “yeah , i guess some …” and she smiled with a friendly open face.

“Ones in particular that little miss prim would disapprove of?”

Simon blushed at the sudden increase in intensity, feeling a bit tipsy , glass repeatedly topped up as they’d chatted, “well all of them i guess its … well porn after all mostly …”

Aunty put her head on one side, “Mostly? Don’t worry Simon tell Aunty , I promise I won’t be shocked. After one husband, two children and the odd dalliance and my gossiping friends you wouldn’t believe what I’ve found online from time to time!”

Aunty bahis firmaları winked with that easy trusting manner, “Why some of the toys even made me feel all flustered!”

She patted him again, cuddling up, “come on dear, tell Aunty.”

Simon laughed, feeling like he could talk to Aunty, “I guess I started looking at you know about the clothes as much as the girls, lingerie , but …”

Aunty smiled pulling up her skirt just a little, making a suddenly more intimate feel to the conversation, “like mine Simon?”

Simon swallowed but smiled, “Yeah I kinda like stockings and garters.”

Aunty took his hand and placed it on her thigh, “sheer ones, Simon, like these?”

Simon suddenly felt that a whole new level had been reached, touching, feeling them , stroking them.

“Yes those are lovely.”

“So I’m guessing there’s more to this than getting miss prim into sexy lingerie Simon? Did you … like the feel of them, did you buy some? Tell Aunty, i want to hear,” as she slid close touching, warm caring, sexy.

“Yes i bought some online.”

Aunty smiled, “for you?”

Simon shivered, wondering how he seemed to have ended up on the verge of admitting something he’d told no one, ever, but feeling Aunty might understand.

“Yeah , i … tried but they were too small on me.”

“Oh poor Simon, mustering all that courage to be so naughty and then it didn’t work? Did you send them back?’ as she put arms around him and cuddled him. “It’s ok sweety. Did you like the feel , what was the problem?”

‘Yes Sally .. Aunty , they didn’t reach the garters on me, one size fits all but well i’m no girl.”

“Oh pooh! Poor Simon. Well one size doesn’t fit all Simon , I have to order a bigger size…. I am little plumper than I was when i was a girl and I was always a bit tall …. Simon lovely … would you like to try some of Aunty’s … underthings?”

Simon blushed, hear suddenly racing , head fuzzy ” I …”

Aunty leapt up, eyes glinting, “Oh I’ll get some you can have a look and feel and see, I bet you’d look lovely in some of my older ones.”

A door opened, shuffling off boxes and Aunty came back with an overflowing box of stocking and garters all looking fresh and new. Simon briefly wondered at the label on the box, not making the connection in his fuddled state , what a coincidence that they had used the same website … then for Simon it was suddenly all about touching fabrics, designs, frilly bits , laces bows and somehow he’d ended up picking ones, sheer white ones with a big broad matching garter belt, bow tops and picked out in contrasting black trim.

Aunty clapped, “Oh my yes Simon perfect for you, here let me help” and without waiting for him pause or speak she was helping out of his suit, hands warm , soft, placing the stockings in his hands and stroking them with him until he realises he’s standing there in just boxers.

Aunty giggled “Well now Simon isn’t this naughty … but the kaçak iddaa panties go on over the top for us girls so these have to come off, ” as she knelt in front of him , smiling up , as she slid his boxers down, revealing just how excited he’d become despite the awkwardness, her much older and the sudden intimacy but oh the stockings!

“Oh Simon is having fun being naughty with Aunty,” as she gave his rising cock a quick kiss.

“But Aunty wants to see you in proper clothes for us girls,” sliding the garter belt up his legs then pushing him back down in the chair as she rolled the stockings up his legs, lingering fingers stroking up his legs , naked being pampered, dressed and giggling.

“Oh Simon you will make a lovely sexy sissy in these,” making him blush , not having thought about himself in those terms.

“I … guess … ohhh….” as Aunty slid the other stocking on, teasing him this time with sensuous kisses to his thighs as she fastened the garters onto the stockings stroking his arousal, even stroking his hard cock from time to time .

“Now stand up Simon and do a twirl let me see,” she ordered, pulling him up with a commanding hold around his cock.

“Oh Simon you have Aunty all .. flustered. Such a lovely bottom well framed in white suspenders, bows on either side of the lovely little sissy cock,” making him blush even more, knowing he was no wonder of the world but not having though of his cock as little even though he couldn’t object given how much she’d let him play. Simon let it pass thinking about how she liked him not her words.

“Now face me Simon,” as she laid back on the sofa, spreading her legs, skirt rising showing suspender and …. a trim little patch of curly hair on an otherwise bare pubis, taking his phone from his discarded jeans. ‘

“Aunty is all excited with you being so naughty Simon, shall we take a few pictures as keepsake and then we’ll have a nice thank you for Aunty’s stockings …”

Simon, eyes wide as he stared at the spread legs and obvious bare pussy under the ruffed up skirt, “yeah ….”

“Whats your pin sweetie?”

“Er well,” and shrugged. He could always change it and better his phone and he did want the picture, “6754.”

Aunty giggled and clicked away , directing him into pose after pose , each one a bit more girly, until she had him bent over wiggling his bottom for her, taking photos and snippets of video, “mmmm lovely Simon , now naughty sissy Simon … Simmy maybe … should get a few swats on that naughty bottom and then say a proper thank you.”

She pulled him over her lap, once again literally pulling him around by the cock as she started to spank him, little light spanks, lingering fingers playing with his bottom, cock and balls between each swat leaving him yelping , giggling and squirming, hot and aroused on her bare thighs but, ” .. just fun right?”

Aunty pushed him gently onto his knees and pulled his head between her thick thighs, pulling his mouth kaçak bahis and now ready tongue close, “mmm Simmy just fun.. really adult fun… now make Aunty happy.”

She moaned as his tongue licked out, needing no orders, so different with this caring mature lady than his own young prim wife, tongue sliding, squirming in between her lips tasting deep, as he explored, making her squirm in turn as she put her hand on his head, tangled it into his hair pulling him tight, grinding into his face even as he willingly pleasured this lovely sexy caring older woman who seems to so unerringly understand him.

Aunty shuddered with a moan as the eager young man … sissy used his tongue so willingly under her skirt , even as she used her free hand to fiddle with his phone a moment before letting her self concentrate on her shuddering orgasm, smearing her juices all over his face.

“Ohh that’s fucking good sissy Simmy, good sissy, lovely, so sexy and naughty in your stockings ….”

Aunty lifted him up into her lap, face flushed as she cuddled him for a moment, her dressed and satisfied, if rumpled, him near bare naked in girl’s stockings and garters , sporting an aching erect cock. Giggling she took one of his hands, covering it with her own as she ‘helped’ him stroke it.

“Oh yes naughty Simmy sissy needs a little helping hand hmm, needs something too eh, tell Aunty!’

“Yes god yes please,” he moaned as she worked with him and then as his breath grew ragged she held his hand still.

“Simmy wants to come for Aunty?” “God yes!”

“Will you come play with Aunty again, be my Sissy Simmy and wear naughty things for Aunty?”

“Fuck yes!”

Aunty stroked him a little more then squeezed, “Naughty words sissy, does sissy want her tiddler stroked, to come for Aunty?”

“Sorry , sorry, please.”

Aunty stroked him again, using his hand like a toy to tease him, making it even more submissive than being naked in her lap, her in control.

“Are you going to be my sissy?” she asked as she stroked, paused, stroked, keeping the edging going.

“God yes.”

Aunty giggled, eyes gleaming as she let him spurt out of his little hard cock over the sofa, “Soggy sissy!”

“You can keep those stockings now dear but I expect you back here next week at the same time. Make sure you can stay longer, overnight , make a good excuse, we don’t want miss prim to be suspicious now!”

Simon mumbled, “Er yeah i guess,” as he unsteadily and muzzily collected his things.

Aunty gave him a big hug and whispered, “It’ll be fun lots more stockings, toys and naughtiness … a naughty school girl perhaps or a french maid?” as he staggered out the door, wiping his face with his hanky mind reeling at the images so familiar from his online browsing. Door closing behind him as he heard her dial the phone. If he’d loitered he might have overheard:

‘Yes darling perfect. He’ll need some work but definitely tea party material – tell me again all about this predictive analytics and data mining of Aunty’s Toys web traffic data, returns policies and tracking cookies again? Sounds like magic to me but much better than all that mucking about on forums getting photos!”

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