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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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Dickinson was a very affectionate father — he liked to hold his kid on his knee. But Johnny was 19 — he claimed he was too old to sit on his dad’s lap. Nonsense! He’d taught the boy a lesson — a few times draped over his father’s lap, getting a bare-ass spanking, and he was only too happy to sit on his old man’s lap when he was told to.

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Of course, Johnny wasn’t really Dickinson’s son — he was actually the offspring of Mrs. Dickinson’s previous marriage to a film star (which was where he got his drop-dead gorgeous looks). Dickinson had had a hard time breaking him in, but the kid finally learned that things weren’t going to be the way they had been in the past, when he could twist his doting mother around his little finger. Once he learned that his new father was a firm believer in using good, hard spankings to keep bad boys in line, he started trying a little harder to follow the rules.

That process had taken nearly a year (a very delightful year, from Dickinson’s point of view) — from the time Johnny was just 181/2 to the present. From the beginning, Dickinson had established an end of day ritual around the kid. Every night when Johnny went to bed, Dickinson followed him up to his room to read him a bedtime story.

The first night he did this, though, the kid was outraged — he tried to kick the older man out of his bedroom — even got a little rough in his language.

Seconds later, young Johnny found himself pinned to his bed, being rapidly and systematically stripped naked by his surprisingly strong stepfather. Johnny did his best to get away, but no matter how hard he fought, the old man didn’t even seem to notice — he just kept ripping the kid’s clothes off — shirt, pants, shoes, socks. In moments the kid was lying there in nothing but a pair of sexy little cotton briefs he had bought for himself the last time his mother let him go clothes shopping alone.

He thrashed around, still trying to get himself out of this embarrassing position. After a few minutes, however, it finally dawned on him that while he wasn’t making any progress at all toward getting off the bed, he was putting on an excellent show for his stepfather, who was obviously enjoying all the smooth young flesh Johnny was showing off. The briefs were pretty thin and did nothing to hide the way his cock and balls were bouncing around. He couldn’t even cover himself up — his stepfather had his hands pinned to the bed.

Just then the older man let go of him, but only so he could grab the briefs and jerk them down and off. Embarrassed by the baring of his cock and balls, the kid quickly flipped over onto his belly.

Dickinson immediately sat on the bed and dragged the kid over his lap, positioning Johnny’s gorgeous young ass for punishment.

Now the boy found himself draped naked across his stepfather’s knee. He started by cursing and struggling, but soon learned that there was nothing he could do about it — whether he liked it or not, this man was going to do whatever he wanted with his ass.

And that first spanking was a serious one. By the time it was over, the kid was crying and begging, promising to be good. And for the next hour, he was. He did everything he was told — he sat on his stepfather’s lap, stark naked, sniffling and squirming on his sore buttocks, while his bedtime story was read.

From that time on, Johnny found himself being pulled onto his stepfather’s lap quite often — anywhere and anytime the old man felt like it, in fact — sometimes in front of guests. Dickinson always positioned the kid so his well-rounded bottom straddled his stepdaddy’s big cock. Even when it wasn’t hard, Johnny could feel it clearly, rubbing against his asscrack, pressing deeply through whatever clothing they were wearing.

Nobody ever seemed to find it peculiar — in fact, people often commented on what an almanbahis affectionate relationship they had. And once the kid began to notice that after a session on his stepfather’s lap, he very seldom got a spanking (even when he had one coming), he realized that there were worse things in life than being dry-humped by your stepfather. In fact, every once in a while he would initiate a lap-sitting session. This was always a sure sign that he had done something wrong that Dickinson hadn’t learned about yet. Still, it always worked. One spanking deferred.

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Johnny had a friend Tony Erikson who was, if anything, even more of a brat than Johnny. Several months after Dickinson’s training process began, Pete Erikson (Tony’s father) stopped by one day to ask Dickinson how he did it. Everybody had noticed how Johnny had gone from a selfish spoiled brat to a well-behaved 19-year-old.

Dickinson was happy to oblige. He described his first night with his stepson and how he’d first shown him that he was in control (by stripping him naked). Pete’s eyes got wider and wider as he realized what Dickinson was saying. He kept having flashes of his own son Tony spread naked on his bed — of watching the kid’s arrogance drain away once he realized he was completely in his father’s power.

Dickinson then told him about the punishment he applied — that night and ever since — for disobedience. A bare-ass, over-the-knee spanking. And it had to be a spanking or nothing — no threatening to spank. Anytime the kid did the least thing wrong — spank him. No threat, no appeal, no mercy. Let him know that, no matter what, the spanking will come if he disobeys — he can’t get out of it.

And make it hurt. Don’t stop til he cries, and then don’t stop til you’re ready. Begging and pleading should be completely disregarded during a spanking.

Then when it’s over, show affection. Let him know you still love him. Either stand him up or take him in your lap and hug him — hold him for a good long while, so he gets the message. A naked kid with a sore ass needs to be pumped full of reassurance that he’s still his Daddy’s boy.

At the end of the lecture, Pete made some lame excuse and went rushing out of the house. Dickinson chuckled. He’d never seen the usually phlegmatic Pete so excited. There’d be one sore ass in the Erikson household that night.

When Pete came charging into his own yard, he could hear the sounds of a bunch of boys having a good time in the pool at the rear of the property. He marched through the house and out the back door onto the pool deck. Tony and a few of his friends, including Johnny, were splashing around in the oversized jams that passed for bathing suits among the teenage boys this year. There were several bottles of beer, both empty and full, lying around.

“Tony, get over here. Now!” He yelled at his son.

The kid pretended not to hear him, even though he was only a few yards away.

“OK, then, we’ll take care of this right here in front of your friends, if that’s what you want.”

Tony’s radar was not operating — he had no clue that anything special was going on. A couple of the other boys had taken in the look on Pete’s face and the tone in his voice and were looking distinctly nervous.

By the time Tony noticed that the party was getting quiet, Pete was on top of him.

The older man grabbed his son, swung him around and jerked his jams down to his ankles, leaving him bare ass in front of his friends. It was obvious that the kid didn’t wear his jams for laying out — his body was uniformly tanned except for a Speedo-sized white area that included his crotch and about half his ass.

Pete caught his breath at the sight — his son’s ass was as gorgeous as he’d thought. Full and round, generous but firm, Tony’s ass was smooth and white as a baby’s bottom. The natural arch of his back made his cheeks jut way out from his slim waist — for a moment Pete thought almanbahis yeni giriş the kid was doing it on purpose.

But Pete was not about to be sidetracked — within moments, he was seated on a straight-backed chair, with Tony draped helplessly over his knee. After a brief lecture announcing that there would be no more beer-drinking until he was 21, Pete began spanking his son. The other boys watched nervously as their ring-leader’s ass slowly turned pink at the hands of his father.

After a few minutes of defiance, Tony began yelling and begging for mercy. In less than 5 minutes, he was crying serious tears and swearing to be good. The other kids couldn’t believe it. Tony had always been the toughest one of the lot, lording it over the rest of them since they were little. Now, after just a little spanking, he looked like a little kid himself, crying and bouncing that pretty ass of his around, trying to avoid his Daddy’s hand.

It was a little scary. Most of them knew that their own fathers would never do such a thing, but still… They wondered what it felt like. Judging by Tony’s performance, it must hurt a lot. They were just praying that Tony’s Dad wasn’t planning to spank the rest of them, too.

After a while, though, a second reaction set in. The sight of Pete’s hand making contact with Tony’s big ass cheeks over and over and of Tony bouncing that ass of his around got more and more of them thinking about sex (a topic that’s never far from the mind of a 19-year-old, in any case). The rhythm of the swats, combined with the yelping even made it sound like sex — or at least, the way sex sounded in the cheap porno movies they’d seen.

By the time the spanking was over, more than one of them was beginning to wonder what Tony’s ass would feel like — especially as pink as it was after all those swats. He looked really hot, all naked and helpless, crying like a baby, with that round ass of his still spread over his Daddy’s knee.

Then his dad stood him up, and everybody could see that Tony’s cock had gotten more than a little hard. The other boys were shocked — his cock was arching out right in front of all of them, as well as his father — he must really be embarrassed. But it also made sense. It made the rest of them wonder what it felt like to have a man’s hand on your bare ass.

Then Pete stood up and took Tony in his arms, hugging him tight against his body and telling him that the only reason he was punishing him was because he loved him and wanted him to be good.

This shocked them almost more than the spanking. It was embarrassing, but at the same time most of them would have given anything to be in Tony’s shoes at that moment. Their minds were blown as they watched the naked Tony cling, sobbing, to his father, as his father ran his hands up and down the kid’s naked back and ass, patting him and comforting him after his ordeal. At the same time, they were acutely aware of the fact that Tony’s hard cock was now pressed tight against his father’s body.

Finally, as Tony’s sobs began to die down, Pete pulled back from the embrace. He laughed and told Tony to go jump in the pool — it’d feel good to cool off his hot butt a little. As Tony ran over to the pool and jumped in, he tried, unsuccessfully, to conceal the bouncing of his now-rigid cock from all the interested parties.

Pete, especially, enjoyed it — as he had enjoyed the feel of his son’s hot young flesh pressing into his own after the spanking. Tony’s cock had been pressed against his upper thigh, and he could feel every inch of it as it gradually hardened during the hug. Toward the end, Tony was (probably unconsciously) actually grinding it against him as he pressed closer.

Curious to see what the boys would get up to now, Pete went into the house, leaving them alone. He quickly made his way to his den on the second floor, from which he had a clear view of the pool area. (He also kept a pair of almanbahis giriş binoculars there.)

Once they were alone, the other boys immediately jumped into the pool and started horsing around with the still-naked Tony. Mostly, they just kept diving to get a good look at his hard cock and his red cheeks. But then the bolder ones started feeling his ass up, commenting on how hot it was, and did it hurt a lot?

Tony didn’t really mind too much. He wasn’t particularly shy about his body, and in his present confused state, he welcomed the attention and the sympathy. His ass was definitely too sore to try putting his suit back on. The coolness of the water and the comfort of the strokes on his ass slowly soothed him. Gradually the tears dried up and he started joking around with them as he had always done.

Well, not quite as always. Without anyone really saying anything about it, he was no longer the boss. In fact, he was (for the moment at least) the bottom man in the pecking order. Even though he was no longer crying, he was still the “baby brother” that they were all falling all over themselves to take care of.

A few minutes later, Pete was amused to see they had Tony draped over an inflatable rubber raft, while they splashed water on his ass to cool it.

While the others were splashing, Johnny ducked under, got a mouthful of water and surfaced just behind Tony, squirting the water directly onto his ass. This idea went over big and soon they were all taking turns diving and squirting mouthfuls of water over Tony’s ass. It felt so good that before long, Tony had his legs hanging down over the sides of the raft, the better to open up his ass to the cool water. The tight little dot of his asshole was now fully exposed. The other boys were not slow to pick up on this new target of opportunity, and from that point on, the object of the game was to try to hit Tony’s asshole.

This new sensation was obviously a pleasant one — Tony not only didn’t object, he arched his back, lifting his ass even higher in the air and opening up his asshole as fully as possible to their efforts. Every direct hit elicited a moan from the overheated kid. From above, Pete could see his son’s hips starting to pump steadily, rubbing his hard cock against the rubber raft.

The other boys noticed it, too, and they competed with one another to be the one to bring him over the top. They got closer and closer to his asshole before spitting out the water, trying to bring more force into the stream. They pulled him down to the very end of the raft so they could get even closer to his asshole.

Johnny was the first to take it further, squirting the water directly against Tony’s asshole, closer and closer until his lips were actually touching it. He slowly ran his tongue over it, again and again, until one of the other boys pushed him away and started doing the same thing.

After a few minutes of this it was obvious to Pete that Tony was going over the top. He started pounding his ass up and down against the raft, moaning continuously. The other boys watched closely, their hands busy with their own cocks and assholes underwater (all of which was perfectly visible to Pete, as he looked down from above). Finally the out-of-control Tony started cumming against the raft, his bouncing ass flashing glimpses of his tight little hole to an appreciative audience.

When Tony finally collapsed against the raft, his ass sticking up in the air, his asshole kept making little O’s at the other boys as it slowly wound down from the excitement.

As Pete watched, the other boys slowly moved in toward the raft, stroking several very hard teenage cocks. Pete managed to head them off at the pass, after a quick dash downstairs and out onto the patio, calling Tony in to dinner. The other boys quickly regained their sanity and left without carrying Tony’s education any further.

However, that night Pete started Tony on a course of obedience training — to teach him to be a dutiful son. He found him reluctant but teachable. After a couple of weeks of strict enforcement of the rules, accompanied by frequent spankings, Tony began to obey his father without delay or question.

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or Pushing the Librarian’s Buttons It was just the local library. Every Thursday evening I would stop in there when it was open till 8 pm. I wasn’t a member; I didn’t need to be as long as I didn’t want to take any books out. The staff were friendly enough and didn’t mind you bending the rules and bringing in coffee to drink, I often bought a couple of extra ones for them as well. So after work each Thursday evening I would pick up my coffee and walk into the library just after 6 pm. I’d browse the shelves for fifteen minutes or so and pick up a book to read for the next hundred minutes or so. If I enjoyed the book I would put it back on the shelves in some out of the way corner so hopefully, it would be there the following week.The entire west side, a recent extension, of the library was windows, opposite was a couple of shops, and if a book didn’t grab me I would watch the people come and go. It had become almost a ritual for me and gave me time to think on the past weeks ups and downs or just to lose myself in the well worn musty pages for an hour or two. My housemates were curious why I was always late on a Thursday (my phone would also be turned off, of course) but I made the excuse that I didn’t want to be late on Fridays so I put in a couple of extra hours to make sure I got off early for the weekend. This was my little secret haven, my own little piece of Nirvana.I’d broken up with my girlfriend the previous month; she had actually accused me of “fucking about” and “always seeing your slut on Thursdays”. I had tried to explain that the only woman I saw on Thursdays was Jane Austen; it didn’t go down too well, I guess I should have gone for a more popular modern author. Truth be told it was a lie; I’ve never read any of Austen’s books.Back to the present and I had just sat on one of the old second hand and threadbare couches that occupied the northern corner of the library and placed my warm coffee on the small table beside me. I had found an old battered version of a Zane Grey cowboy novel, “Riders of the Purple Sage”. I vaguely remembered sitting on my fathers’ knee as he read them to me (my father had all of Zane’s stories) and I was lost in my own thoughts thinking about sitting on his lap watching the flames dwindle down to ashes in the grate.“Excuse me!”I was shaken from my reverie and looked up to see a small woman staring down at me. She was dressed in a long heavy skirt and a baggy black woollen jumper. Looking up to her face, I saw a pair of dark brown eyes behind thick black rimmed glasses, her red hair pulled back tight behind her head. Her face was devoid of any make-up and her mouth seemed to be in a permanent scowl. It struck me that with very little effort she could be quite attractive but seemed to make a point of making herself look ‘dowdy’. I judged her to be in her mid to late twenties.“…err… sorry can I help you?” I asked.“Library rules state that you are not allowed to bring beverages inside!”“Oh… the staff” I nodded towards the reception, “has always turned a bit of a blind eye to it before… I’m very careful.”She seemed to redden slightly and turned to look across at the main desk, my eyes followed hers to see one of her colleagues shaking her head at her and raising his Mocha to his lips. “Well,” she said turning back to me,”please refrain istanbul travesti from it in future.” She quickly turned on her heels and strode away. I watched her hips roll beneath the less than complimentary skirt and finished the last of my coffee.By closing time I had forgotten about the new librarian and headed into the far corner of the library, a very dusty reference section, to stash the book I was halfway through. This part of the library was in the old section of the building, a school once upon a time with tall arched leaded windows that were in a serious need of cleaning. I much preferred this area without the reference computers and the cloying smell of new paint from the bright new extension. On previous visits I had spent almost my entire time in here just reading the cracked spines of the forgotten tomes; not a single soul venturing near and only realising it was closing time when the staff flashed the lighting.I was just emerging from one aisle into the next when I heard the cough. Turning I saw the new librarian glaring at me. How she was able to put so much disdain into a single cough I was unable to fathom and from the look on her face, I realised that she wanted to question me about what I was doing all the way back here. I smiled politely and headed out towards the bright more frequented areas.  …….The next week when I arrived I failed to notice the absence of the new librarian and after dropping of the coffees at the main counter I retrieved my book and found my usual spot on the couch available. I finished the book with at least half an hour to spare and returned it to its’ correct spot in the shelves and then headed into the rear to peruse the less populated areas of the shelves.After a while, the lights flashed above the shelves and I replaced the book on Victorian poetry I had been idly flicking through and headed out of the stacks. Once again as I moved from one aisle to the next I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise and turned to find the new librarian staring at me. If looks could kill I reckon I would be strapped to a chair with my gonads wired up to the mains. I made a mental note to look up whether or not gonads were essential to your well-being the next week. I smiled politely as before and made my way to the exit……..This seemed to be the general format over the following weeks. I made a bit of a game out of it, trying to exit the older stacks without being seen by my imagined nemesis but almost every time she managed to cast her cold stare upon me. The first time I got away without feeling the red hot nails being driven through the rear of my skull I stopped by the main counter and had a chat with the head librarian. The ‘Ice Queen’, his words not mine, was on holiday for a fortnight; back to Transylvania, he suggested. I laughed appropriately but felt slightly bad for it because I had actually grown fond of her in a strange sort of way. I scratched my head wondering about the Freudian reasoning of my mind. The next week I headed home for a fortnight to see my Ma and by the time I caught up with work it had almost been a month since I had last visited the library. …….I entered the library with a full complement of coffees and chatted for a full half hour with the staff on the desk before heading for the stacks. I had travesti istanbul no inkling as to what I wanted to read, my tastes are fairly eclectic ranging from thrillers to horror to comedy; pretty much all across the board. Gradually I worked deeper and deeper into the rows of shelves. I was very near the back of the library when I entered one of the last aisles. The books on the shelves were a haphazard of subjects. The only common link between them being their age and the rarity of them being lifted from their places.I gently, almost reverently traced the spines whispering the titles to myself. In amongst Dickens and Wordsworth, I noted a large proportion of erotica, here was Nabokov’s Lolita, The Adventures of Lady Harpur and My Secret Life by Walter. I pulled the last from the shelf and settled myself against the grilled radiator at the end of the aisle. I noticed one of the Library’s bookmarks sticking out from the pages of the book; it welcomed all new visitors to the recent opening of the extension funded by lottery money. Obviously not such an unbeaten path I thought to myself.I opened the book and began to read. The hero, the eponymous Walter, had taken hold of a clumsy maid and was berating her before pushing her down onto the kitchen table to administer as he put it “correction for her own good”. I was slowly reading the detailed description as I felt my own ‘ardour’, as he put it, rise. I pushed my right hand inside my trousers and adjusted my slowly swelling member. I cannot, in all honesty, say that all I meant to do was to make myself more comfortable but the outcome was I began to slowly squeeze my hardening erection.I placed the book beside me and closed my eyes losing myself in my own fantasy. I was imagining my ex-girlfriend and was wondering if she would have been into a little spanking, she had always enjoyed being blindfolded. I was squeezing myself hard within my trousers constructing a scenario within my head when I felt, rather than heard somebody near. I opened my eyes and there standing at the end of the aisle was the ‘new’ librarian. I froze as I looked into her eyes with my hand down my trousers; my cheeks instantly reddened.She just stood there looking at me over the frames of her glasses. Her eyes travelled down my body to the crotch of my trousers and then across to the book beside me open on the shelf. A smile flickered across her normally austere mouth as her eyes travelled back to my crotch. I’m not sure why but I gave my cock a further squeeze as she stared at the straining material of my trousers. The smile returned to her lips so I slowly lowered my left hand to my belt and unbuckled it; I watched as her tongue flicked out to slide along her top lip. She was holding a bunch of books to her chest and hesitantly took a couple of steps into the aisle. I lowered my zip as I saw her bite lightly on her own tongue and shifted my trousers down a little. My hand was still holding my cock within my boxer shorts, as small dark patch of pre-cum staining them just below the waist band.The lights flickered to tell us that it was only ten minutes till closing time; neither of us paid it any heed. She walked slowly forward till she was about four feet from me, her eyes briefly flicking up to mine and then back down to my crotch. I rested my ass istanbul travestileri against the shelf behind me and pulled my boxers down. My erection sprang up, freed of restraint, into the cool air of the library. I studied her face, her brown eyes locked on my stiff cock; her tongue darting out to lick her lips as I slowly pulled downwards pulling my foreskin back to reveal the angry looking, slickened head.She absentmindedly put the books she had been carrying on a half empty shelf leaving her hands free. Her left hand moved up to her chest and squeezed her breast through her clothing. Her right hand lingered against her hip, nervously tapping against the top of her thigh. I began slowly to move my hand up and down my length watching her as she squeezed her breast harder each time the foreskin rolled back; her other hand slowly gathering the material of her skirt lifting the hem gradually higher. I reached down with my other hand to cup my balls slowly picking up my pace as she leant against one of the racks as her fingernails found the bare skin of her thigh. Her flesh was a creamy white, almost unhealthily so, but her thigh seemed to be plump and delicious in my eyes; I swallowed hard as she slipped her hand beneath the fold of material and in-between her legs.She gasped as I imagine her fingers found the hem of her panties. I was starting to wank myself harder now as I listened to her breathing become a series of shallow gasps. She quickly pulled up her heavy woollen sweater revealing a lacy white bra; roughly pushing the bra up to expose her large left breast with an equally large and erect nipple atop of it. She pinched and twisted her nipple roughly as I felt my balls tighten and began to pump my cock harder and faster towards my impending ejaculation.Her eyes locked onto my pumping cock, her hand shifting deeper beneath her skirt and she grunted as I imagined her sliding her fingers into her tight wet cunt. The image was enough to send me over the edge and I felt my cock twitch hard within my fist. My seed shot out fast and hard from my shaft. The first and the furthest wad landed on her exposed belly, quickly followed by the second landing on her skirt and then on her right exposed knee before the final spasms landed on the floor between us. I breathed heavily through my nose biting on my bottom lip as she broke eye contact with my crotch and quickly reached out with her left hand to grab the nearest shelf and muffled a groan of pleasure behind her tightly clenched lips. Her eyelids shut tightly as she leant forward from the hips as her hand moved rapidly beneath her skirts; tremors racked her entire body as her own orgasm ripped through her frame.After a few moments, her breathing settling, she opened her eyes and looked straight at my softening cock as a drop of semen fell from the tip to land in my boxers. She pulled her fingers from between her legs; she noted the splash of my seed upon her knee and gathered it on her fingers. Letting her skirt drop she rubbed the semen between her thumb and forefinger before tentatively putting it to her mouth and tasting it.Her eyes locked on mine as she straightened her clothing and once she was satisfied that all was as it should be, she lifted her left hand and tapped her wristwatch pointedly. She quickly turned on her heel, grabbed the pile of books she had been carrying, and strode out of the aisle towards the front of the library.I stood there, boxers around my knees, hand holding my sticky flaccid cock and simply whispered to myself, “…fuck…..” The End

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A three-hour flight delay, a seven hour direct flight, and then the longest baggage claim line I’ve ever seen, but I’m here – London – for the start of a month-long Christmas celebration. I still can’t believe Michael gifted this trip to me. It helps that he’s the boss, and if he says I can take a month off to travel Europe, who am I to argue? As an added treat, I’m booked in a luxury travesti istanbul hotel for my two days in London and when we meet up again at the end of the month, to spend Christmas and ring in the New Year together, it’ll be a week of luxury living. I can’t wait! But, I’m here now. At the Brown’s Hotel, no less. That man has amazing taste and a great bank account. “Karly, istanbul travestileri I want you to have fun on this trip. Take in the sights. Explore the cities. Meet the people. And when you see someone that turns you on and sets your body on fire, take them home with you.” How could I have ever gotten this lucky? “The Kipling Suite, ma’am?” The clean British accent brings istanbul travesti me back to the here and now, and I’m stunned. He booked me in the one room he knew I’d love. Named for Rudyard Kipling who wrote the Jungle Book – a writer just as I dreamed of becoming. I’m in heaven. “Oh, and a package was delivered for you, Ms. Smith.” I can’t tell from the packaging what it is, but I have no doubt who it’s from. The brown wrapper reveals nothing. I nod and smile at the older man at the desk and follow the bellman up to my room. Thankfully, he doesn’t make conversation. I want to lay down on a soft bed, naked, and relax. The flight was brutal.

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I stumbled upon it while reading pornography on a sex stories site. It was called Solotouch. A site for masturbators to meet masturbators, comprising mainly of men I hasten to add. But it didn’t stop me looking, and for a straight guy that may seem strange.The one thing I have been known to do is masturbate. I have always done it, and in truth, the thought that I am going to work myself up into a state where I actually have an orgasm excites me. It has been known to excite girlfriends and wives too. One particular ex-girlfriend couldn’t get enough of it, and we would spend more time masturbating and watching each other come, than actually fucking. I guess, she was just like me underneath her skin.I created an account for this solo website. I’m not sure why I did it. Well, I am a little sure – shall we call it inquisitive. Very inquisitive, that is. I soon started to look around the site and came across a number of cocks that looked quite nice. I know, a straight guy saying that cocks look nice – unbelievable – but they did, though I have to admit, most of them looked like mine, circumcised and with a nice bulbous head. I looked at some of them and started to wonder. The usual things sprang to mind. How did they masturbate? What did they use? And then the more unusual things started to enter my head. What did someone else’s cock feel like? What would giving a blow job feel like?Within a week of being on the site, I found myself wanting to find a masturbation buddy. I envisaged a drink down the pub, a short walk to his house or flat, strip off and masturbate until we were both satisfied, a post-coital chat and a drive home. Maybe even meet a second time if we both wanted it. At the time of thinking all this through I never once considered what my wife would think of it all. Whether I should tell her or not? Or whether she would want a divorce? I suspected the latter.Everyone on the site shared photos, stories and masturbation techniques and so I had to join in with the fun. I posted up a few pictures of which I am quite proud. I even felt like standing out a little from the crowd, and so, one evening, I pinched my wife’s stockings and suspenders and took a few selfies of myself istanbul travesti wearing them. I have to admit, I looked fucking horny, and in one of the images, I think I would have given myself one had the opportunity arose. I also posted a few masturbation techniques that I have accumulated over time. It wasn’t the normal run of the mill stuff: no Fleshlight, no lube, no soap or shower gel. This was pure erotic masturbation and one that allows you to edge yourself to orgasm.I use it in bed, late at night, when the wife’s snoring beside me. It takes a while and it’s best done with an image in mind that you play over and over, and right now I had a lot of images to play with in my head.Anyway, I posted the technique onto the website and I had a few interested men wanting to know what it was all about and how to do it, despite my instructions being quite clear. I ended up writing a story about it in clear, precise detail describing each and every nuance of the technique.They all loved it. One, in particular, wanted me to show it to him. I would ordinarily have declined if he hadn’t been eighteen years old. He had posted a picture of himself up on the website and all he wanted was a masturbation buddy, someone to wank with. He looked extremely innocent with a slim and smooth body and shoulder-length hair. From behind, I would have labelled him as a female in a ‘spot the bloke’s bum’ competition. But it was his cock that caught my eye. I couldn’t stop gazing at it–strong firm and upright with a lovely circumcised head, just like mine.And he was eighteen. Forty-two years younger than me.We spent a while chatting through the site. We sent numerous emails. He kept telling me that there were no boys or young men his age that he could approach and that he really wanted to do it with someone, in the same room. I asked him about women and he replied that they didn’t interest him in the same way. He insisted they would laugh at his cock. Well, I wasn’t laughing at it at all. Secretly I wanted to hold it for him. Slide my hand up and down it. Watch it shoot its creamy liquid into the air, inches from my face. I imagined how a woman would behave with his cock in front istanbul travestileri of them. I imagined all sorts.We arranged to meet.Meeting took a while, as we had to pick a weekend that Barry’s parents were away. He told me that I could travel down in the late afternoon and back home in the evening. As luck would have it he didn’t live all that far away, seventy miles at most, and in a region that my wife and I used to go walking, so a deception plan was not really needed as the wife’s new job made it difficult for her to join me. I had planned on doing a walk in the countryside on the Saturday morning and afternoon and told the wife that I would be in the hills with some friends.And so it was, that I arranged to meet Barry Townsend.I told my wife a true lie: I did go walking in the morning and had a lovely pint and pie for lunch and towards the early afternoon I headed off to the Plume of Feathers to meet Barry. We would have gone walking together but he had to help out at his local at short notice until the afternoon shift arrived.I headed for the bar and ordered a pint. I recognised Barry immediately. His young features gave him away instantly, but he didn’t recognise me. We had arranged to use a name for him.When I called him Bluey, he smiled at me. We chatted briefly while he served other punters at the bar and it was with some relief that I felt we got on, more as mates having a drink than anything else. The reason I was there paled into insignificance.When his shift came to an end we headed out of the pub, still chatting and having a laugh. It was easy walking into his house. After all, curtains only seem to twitch when there are two people of the opposite sex about to embark on something illicit.It wasn’t until I got inside that I started to have second thoughts. The jitters caught up with me and I found myself becoming anxious and nervous. I don’t know why, because Barry was chatty and upbeat all the time. He noticed my predicament and asked whether I wanted to go through with it as he handed me the coffee. I took a sip and nodded my approval. Then I sealed my fate with a resounding, “Yes.”We headed off to his bedroom. It was small, with a single travesti istanbul bed crammed into the corner underneath the window and a small sofa against the other wall. We looked at each other and it was then that I realised I still had my coat on. I made the first move by removing it, followed by my jumper, and shirt. Barry followed suit.My shoes and socks were the next to get evicted from my body and finally, I dropped my trousers to the floor. I piled my clothes to one side of the sofa and Barry piled his by the side of his bed. We looked at each other; one final move to make and we would be naked. I looked at Barry’s groin. His cock was already flexing underneath his boxers, shaking uncontrollably as he moved from side to side. My own cock strained against my silky lycra shorts that confined its growth to a single line across my body.I saw Barry smile as he looked at me and I returned it. This moment was truly exciting for me and I guess Barry felt the same. I actually wanted to take his boxers down for him but that was not the name of this game, so we lowered our pants together allowing our cocks to spring free.Barry sat back on his bed with his back against the wall, and I sat on the sofa facing him. We both gathered our cocks in our hands and started stroking them. It was normal masturbation to begin with and strange as it seemed, we chatted about how much Barry had wanted to do this very thing, in this very room, for such a long time.He kept telling me how nice my cock was and I was quick to repay the compliment. I watched Barry as his palm came across his cockhead while fisting its length with his other hand. I copied him; rubbing my pre-cum onto the head and making it slip and slide. Barry actually gathered up some pre-cum onto his finger and while watching me, sucked it into his mouth before sighing and telling me how much he loved doing that.I knew exactly how he felt because over the four weeks leading up to our meeting I had done exactly the same, even taking the whole of my sperm into my own mouth at one time. I was actually surprised as to how it felt and tasted.I slowly raised my legs, placing them onto the sofa and I told Barry to follow me. I pulled my balls downward causing my cock to spring upright and become tight in its own skin. I placed my balls between my thighs and closed them together; trapping them. With my balls squashed and nowhere to go and with my cock fully erect and aching, I licked my finger.

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Day 1Alright, so because of the quarantine I’m not able to see my therapist. He told me that until it was over, I should start a daily journal to record my thoughts in. Even gave me a book for it and everything, so let’s give this a shot.Feeling pretty good overall today, considering current events, that is. I’m still employed, for now, definitely thankful for that. A lot of people have gotten laid off and I’ve still got to make rent. Pretty stressed that I’ll lose my job too in the coming weeks depending on how long this quarantine lasts. I am pretty low on the totem pole after all.I’ve never been much of a shut-in, either. I’m usually out all weekend at bars or clubs or sometimes house parties. Drinking with friends and flirting with cute girls, trying to have as much fun as I can while I’m young, y’know? Don’t know how I’m going to handle having to stay home all the time.Stay tuned! Day 2Still employed! Thank god too, six more people got laid off today. In other news, I’ve been talking with my roommate, Melanie a lot more recently. I only moved into this apartment a month ago and because of our work schedules, I don’t see her that often. She seems nice enough, not really sure what she does for work but apparently she’s able to do it from home. Lucky her.I’ve noticed that she’s a bit messy though. She tends to leave a lot of half-empty glasses around. She’s been living here a lot longer than me though, I’m not really comfortable confronting her about anything just yet.  Day 3Work was a little rough today. With everyone laid off, our stupid manager didn’t take into account that we still have a quota to make. He’s extended us all to ten-hour shifts, no istanbul travesti overtime. It’s shitty but I know some people have it worse, so I’m doing my best to stay positive.Been going pretty well with the roommate too. Hadn’t noticed before but she’s actually really cute. Long brown hair, almost a whole head shorter than me, really nice green eyes too. Since she’s been working from home, I’ve mostly just seen her in pyjamas and sweatpants. Comfy clothes like that. If she still looks this cute in those, she must be a real mankiller all dolled up. Wish she wouldn’t leave so many dirty dishes in the sink though. Day 4Still trying to stay upbeat! Work has been exhausting this week but at least I’m still employed. I did the math and between the increased hours and the fact that I can’t go out and do anything that costs money, I should have a pretty nice chunk of change saved after quarantine ends (whenever that’ll be). Maybe even enough for a better car. Hopefully, one that doesn’t stall at every other stoplight.Melanie is starting to get on my nerves a bit. She never does dishes, just lets them build up in the sink and assumes I’ll do them! I’m still not super comfortable with the idea of confronting her, this was her home first after all, but I wanted to at least talk with her about this before it became a problem between us.I knocked on her door, ready to chat but… well, she was wearing this top. One of those off-shoulder ones. It was a little big on her though, and it exposed I think a little more cleavage than she intended. I figured out right then that she had at least D-cups, perky too. It must have been a bit chilly in her room travesti istanbul judging by the two little indentations at chest level. Because of how baggy it was it reached to like mid-thigh too. I couldn’t tell if she was wearing shorts or just nothing. I became aware and a little ashamed that I was kind of ogling at her body. When she asked what I wanted to talk about I panicked, stammered out an excuse and ran to my room.Maybe I’ll try talking to her tomorrow. Day 5 (Morning)I wanted to quickly jot this down before I left for work. When I walked past Melanie’s room today I heard some really weird noises. I thought at first I had woken her up as I was walking around the apartment. When I put my ear to her door it almost sounded like moaning. Looks like someone knows how to start the day off well.I did feel a little pervy for listening in though. Day 5 (Evening)Hurt my shoulder at work today. Nothing too serious thankfully, just pulled it trying to lift something too heavy. Right when I was cleaning up at the end of my shift, too. Thankfully it’s Friday, I can spend most of the weekend taking care of it and I should be fine next week.I was in a lot of pain when I got home, so I asked Melanie if she wouldn’t mind doing the dishes. She said she’d get to them when she was finished with her work. Still not clear what she actually does, it looked like she was editing something on her computer.Hopefully, this weekend I’ll get some time online with the guys. With these longer shifts, I haven’t even picked up my controller all week. Day 6 (Morning)Saturday! Finally some downtime. Longer work shifts, house chores that I’m still not used to since istanbul travestileri moving in, dishes obviously. Takes me nearly an hour to get to work every day too. I’ve had next to no time to myself all week! Spent most of the morning online, solid three hours of gaming. Haven’t done a run that long since high school.Also realized I hadn’t jerked off pretty much at all since quarantine hit. Took care of that first thing after waking up. Ended up thinking about my roommate a bit during, and felt a little ashamed after. I’ve been finding myself more and more attracted to her recently. Not sure if it’s because I’m at home more and have no exposure to anyone else or if I’m just actually getting a chance to really see her now.I’m not gonna lie, I did check out her ass briefly while she was getting something from under the sink the other day. I felt kinda rude checking her out like that but god damn! She has some really nice curves. Day 6 (Evening)My shoulder was killing me after sitting in the same position for so long when I was gaming (not to mention hammering on my shaft). When I went to get some ice I saw that the dishes still hadn’t been done! There were even more since yesterday! To hell with who lived here first, I was fed up! I calmed myself down and tried to talk with her about it.Apparently her work took longer to finish than she thought and she passed out right after. I asked why she hadn’t done them in the morning instead and said she was still really tired. It’s like talking to a wall. A wall that refuses to do dishes! Day 7Shoulder feels fine. I figured it would be after icing it most of yesterday. Should be A-okay for work tomorrow. Melanie hasn’t left her room at all today, no problem with me. I wouldn’t mind getting to know her a bit more, us living together and all, but it just seems like she has no idea how to live on her own! She’s started leaving her clothes strewn about the apartment now too.

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Alone again, and horny as always. I should probably stop watching so much porn. It’s my downfall though. I enjoy watching hot, wet pussies being played with and fucked. Something about seeing tender, pink folds glistening with sweet juices being penetrated makes me hard as a rock.I click off the porn and open my email. My cock twitches as I see a message from you. I see there is an attachment. I click on For Your Eyes Only, silently praying it’s another story or picture from you. I read your words impatiently:My Darling,I know how hard it is for you to be away from home and all alone, especially since you are halfway across the world and in a completely different time zone. I was going to send you another story, but I know how much you need to see and hear the action in order to cum really hard. I know how much you love it when I talk dirty to you. So, I decided to videotape a session of me pleasuring myself for you. Be sure to watch this video only if you have time to really enjoy it. And be sure to have a towel handy!Love,Your little slutMy cock twitches again. I need you so much. But a perverse part of me wants to wait to watch the video, deny myself the pleasure I know it will bring. I toy with the idea of waiting until morning, but the chance to see you touching yourself makes me almost giddy. My cock has decided for me, as it pokes out of the boxers I am wearing, begging to be stroked.I grab the towel you were so sweet to remind me to have on hand, such a thoughtful slut! Then I grab the lube and the pair of istanbul travesti your panties that you sent to me. I inhale their scent, a delightful mix of your perfume and your pussy, and my cock starts to ache. I debate, one last time, whether to defer enjoying this gift that you have given me. My shaft starts to throb, and I know that I can’t wait.So, I get comfortable in the chair next to the bed and turn my laptop so it’s facing me. I plug in my earbuds so I can enjoy the sound of your voice in my ear. That soft, sweet, seductive way that you moan when you talk dirty to me is so fucking hot! I can delay no longer; I press play.“Lay back and watch me, but don’t touch your cock yet. I want you to just enjoy the sights and sounds for a bit first, until you just can’t help but stroke your thick, hard shaft,” your voice purrs.I click pause. I don’t know why. Maybe I am just a masochistic fuck. Or maybe the thought of drawing this out longer is too tempting to resist. I check to see how long the video is. An hour? Well, of course it is! You’ve already made sure to prolong my pleasure. You’ve thought of everything; you always do. You’re such an amazing little slut. Such a good girl!I click play again. “See all these toys on the bed next to me? For the next hour, I will be teasing and torturing my body with these implements of pleasure. Each device meant to cause me pleasure or pain, sometimes both. I know how much you like to see me clamped, filled, and begging.”I watch, keeping my hands away from my dick travesti istanbul as instructed. You slip a finger in your mouth and suck on it seductively, knowing how that simple act makes me even harder. I listen while you moan, and long to feel that sweet tongue on my shaft. You could make me cum just with this alone. But you won’t. You understand my intense need to be teased first.You take your wet finger and make slow little circles on your nipples. I know that if you were here, I would have them in my mouth by now. Sucking on them to make them stiff for me. You begin to flick them now, then graduate to pinching, twisting, and pulling. You cry out while you make them ready for the clamps that I bought you for Valentine’s Day.“Imagine that these are your hands, pulling on my nipples and imprisoning them in these hard, metal clover clamps. Fuck! These are so much tighter than my other clamps! But I know your cock is throbbing, watching the tips of my nipples turn reddish-purple from their intense incarceration,” you moan in my ear.You pull on the clamps, and I can’t help but wish it was me there with you, pulling them for you and causing you to cry out with pleasure. I watch you moan and writhe a bit and realize you are cumming. Fuck! You are so fucking hot! I had thought you would be prolonging your own pleasure while denying mine. Then I remember that your slutty little cunt cums so easily when your nipples are stimulated like this. If I was there, I would likely spank you for cumming so fast. istanbul travestileri But right now, all I can do is watch and yearn.“I didn’t mean to cum, Sir,” you say submissively, but we both know you are in charge here. I chuckle a little when you zoom in on your face and you flash that sassy, wicked smile at me. It’s almost like being with you and it feels amazing and hurts my soul a bit at the same time. It is delicious agony seeing you like this, wishing you were next to me. I almost press pause again, but then I can’t resist keeping the video rolling as you pick up your vibrating butt plug.“I guess I will have to insert this into my ass as punishment for cumming so quickly. Shall I turn it on the highest setting?” you ask, teasing me.“God, yes! Turn it up all the way, you little slut!” I shout at the vision of you on my laptop. “I want to start stroking my cock now.”It’s like you could hear me, but it’s more likely just that you know me so well, because you say, “Don’t touch that cock yet! You know you want this to last longer baby. Just relax and enjoy the show!”I grin. God, you are so fucking amazing! You’ve taken the time to do this for me, so the least I can do is play along as you’ve directed. I shift in my chair, hoping to relieve the pressure building in my balls. I keep my hands firmly placed on the armrests of the chair, take a deep breath, and try not to drool as I watch you grab the giant dildo from the toys on the bed.“I know you like to see my pussy filled up,” you say as you lube up the realistic looking cock. “This one is so big! Watch closely as I slide it into me slowly, opening my tight little pussy for your viewing pleasure. I know you want to start stroking baby but keep those hands away for just a little longer. I promise it will be worth the wait!”

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Linda, for reasons known only to herself, had decided on a drastic change in her career path and decided to join the police force.

She had passed the initial stages and was about to finish her time at Hendon, after which all the successful cadets would get their warrant and become constables.

She had passed out top of her year and was getting ready for the award ceremony, to which her family and those of the other graduating cadets had been invited.

However, during her time at Hendon she had managed to make herself unpopular with a particular group of girls who, although having passed the course themselves, were jealous of Linda’s achievement as top cadet and accused her of flirting with the instructors to achieve it. (As if!)

It was the day of the parade and Linda was in the ladies washroom just putting finishing touches to her make up, when the six girls who made up the group entered and one of them stood with her back against the door to stop anyone else entering.

“I suppose you think you look gorgeous,” said the ringleader “well we’ll soon see about that. You know you’re in trouble if you go on parade in a mess.”

With that Linda was grabbed by two of the girls by her arms, dragged to the sink and her head forced down. The ringleader, whose name was June, turned on the cold tap full force and Linda’s head was pushed underneath, soaking her hair and neck,

June squirted a generous amount of hand wash into her palm and proceeded to “wash” Linda’s hair with it.

At the same time, Linda felt her skirt lifted and her panties being pulled out. “Where’s that shaving cream we brought?” said a voice that Linda did not recognise and with her head still under the running tap she felt her panties being filled with shaving foam.

Then her bottom was given a hefty smack sending the foam up between her legs and out of the sides of her underwear.

She was heaved up and her jacket ripped open pulling all of the buttons off. Then, by using their fingers to partially block the nozzle of the tap, a spray of water was directed on to her chest.

She had made the mistake of putting on a black set of underwear and soon her bra was clearly visible under her soaked, white, blouse. Lipstick was smudged over her face and just to finish things off two girls got hold of the hem of her skirt and managed to rip the seam at the back almost up to her waist.

.

Within a minute Linda had been reduced to a complete mess and with no hope of being able to tidy herself up enough to look smart on parade which was due in five minutes.

It had all happened so quickly that she had not really had time to protest or struggle.

Just then came a thumping on the door “Come on, you lot are due on parade NOW!” and giggling, the six girls ran out leaving a shocked Linda looking at herself in the mirror.

Linda staggered out of the washroom and there stood their sergeant instructor.

“What on earth has happened to you?” he asked, but before she could reply he said “Well you can’t miss the ceremony, you will have to go out as you are. Quick, run.”

So Linda hurried up out to the parade ground aware of the spectacle she was making. At every step her panties were visible through her ripped skirt and shaving cream was dropping out onto the ground as she ran.

As her jacket flapped in the breeze her still soaked blouse clung to her chest and her skimpy bra, easily visible, just about covered what it was supposed to. She felt totally humiliated in front of hundreds of people!

Two months later, Linda was operational. The debacle of her passing out parade had meant that although she was top of her group, the powers that be had taken a dim view of the affair despite her explanation (although she had not named names).

As a consequence she had been transferred from the Met (where she wanted to be) to one of the home counties forces, which included large amounts of rural area within it’s jurisdiction.

Nothing much happened there at her station apart from minor felony and traffic offences. She was thoroughly bored.

Then one night her sergeant called her in to his office.

“OK, WPC ————, we are going out to —- Farm. There have been reports of suspicious activity there in one of the outbuildings, which the owner thinks may be a rave in the making. Normally I would take another male officer as well but you are all that is available, come on.”

After about a 30 minute drive they arrived at the farm and the farmer’s wife (the farmer was out ) directed them to the barn in question. It was across some fields and took about ten minutes to get to on foot.

Sure enough, when they got there they could see what appeared to be torchlights on inside the barn and there were a couple of motor bikes parked outside with their lights switched off.

Outside were a couple of what looked like large tanks and it was behind these that Linda and the sergeant hid as they tried to make out what was going on.

“No use calling for back up” whispered the sergeant travesti istanbul “there isn’t any. It’s just you and me so stick close and do what I do.”

Standing up, the sergeant ran at the barn door closely followed by Linda. There were three people inside, all young males. Two stood stock still and froze at the sight of the burly law officer bearing down on them.

The third however bolted for the door. Linda made a desperate lunge towards him but missed. As the man went through the door he threw a package he was holding and there was a splash as it presumably went into one of the tanks outside.

Meanwhile the other two had still not moved.

“Oh it’s you two” said the sergeant. I might have known you would be involved. Now this isn’t a rave is it? What ‘s going on?”

The two remaining lads were obviously cowed by the sergeant and bowed their heads but said nothing.

“What was in that parcel that your mate just disposed of, eh?” he asked but again was met with silence.

“Right _________, we need that parcel and pronto before it gets damaged by whatever is in that tank. You will have to go and retrieve it.” and turning to the two lads said “Right you two, outside.”

Linda followed them out and looking at the sergeant said “Which tank was it sarge?” “How do I know, ” came the reply “you will have to look in both!”

Seeing some rungs up the side of the nearest tank Linda went to climb up it.

“Not in your uniform!” said the sergeant “you’ll ruin it. Take it off!”

“But sarge!” said Linda looking at the two lads (who seemed to have become interested in the proceedings for some reason) “in front of these two?!”

“Don’t worry about them,” he said “I am sure that they have seen girls undressed before. Now hurry up!”

Reluctantly Linda took off her jacket folded it and laid it neatly on the ground, next she undid her trousers and stepped out of them. She turned towards the nearest tank again.

“And the shirt.” said the sergeant “We don’t have any more of those at the station.”

So Linda was reduced to just her underwear (a white, skimpy bra and a matching pair of very flimsy knickers). She could see that the two lads and the sergeant were appreciative of her figure and fancy lingerie, she even gave them a little smile as she turned and started climbing up the side of the tank.

She reached the top and looked in “Sarge, it’s full of oil,” she said “do I have to?”

“We can’t allow any contamination of that packet,” he replied “get in there!”

So Linda lifted her legs over the side, sat on the edge of the tank and slid off into it with a loud splosh, disappearing from view.

Inside the tank was commercial fuel oil and it was about 4 feet deep. Any packet would have sunk down so Linda closed her eyes and mouth and put her head under so as to feel about for the package.

She could feel the cold thick oil clinging to her body as she groped about in the tank. After a few minutes, during which time she found nothing, she put her head over the side and told the sergeant that there was nothing in it.

“OK try the other one, then.” he said and so Linda climbed out.

Her oil covered bottom seemed to transfix the three men and as she stepped off the ladder and turned towards the other tank, the three of them were silent and did not move a muscle but just stared at this erotic apparition.:

Linda was completely covered in glistening, black oil which was dripping off of various parts of her body. Her hair was plastered to her head and only the whites of her eyes and her teeth when she gave them a nervous little smile, showed as a contrast.

“Get on with it_________!” said the sergeant and Linda walked (half skidded) to the next tank.

Repeating the same process she disappeared but this time they heard a shriek.

“Sarge, it’s full of muck!” Linda cried out.

“It’s probably only slurry for spreading.” said the sergeant with a big grin on his face (and a huge erection in his trousers) and despite the situation he turned and grinned at the two lads who, he noticed, were similarly prominent.

“I take it you boys don’t want to try run away just yet,” he whispered ” not until after she’s climbed out, anyway.”

They shook their heads vigorously. “She’s the best looking WPC we’ve had at the station for years.” he added. ” This should be worth seeing.” and at that moment policeman and villains shared a common male bond.

Linda is only 5feet 4 inches and the slurry came to just below her boobs and as she was still trying to pluck up the courage to immerse herself in the foul smelling stuff to feel about for the parcel, her sergeant shouted again

So she grasped her nose with one hand, closed her eyes and bending over, began to feel around on the bottom of the tank

But not only was the slurry foul smelling, it was slippery and as she moved around her feet suddenly went out from under her and she went completely under the surface.

“Do you think she’ll find it sergeant?” asked one of the boys. istanbul travestileri “Nope,” said the sergeant ” ’cause I’ve got it!” and he brought his right arm out from behind him.

“Your mate throws like a girl, it missed the tanks and landed in that big puddle over there, but I won’t tell if you don’t.” and he grinned and tapped the side of his nose.

“Now, I know you two and your parents, so after she comes out you can scarper. If there’s anything further I need to do after I have seen what’s in here, I know where you live!”

Linda, meanwhile, was groping around blindly in the thick, evil smelling mixture of various faeces, urea and other muck trying to find the package which she thought must be in there.

As she had not found it in the oil tank it had to be in the slurry tank, so she surfaced and submerged herself again two or three times.

Eventually a black, smelly, dripping apparition which had once been Linda’s well coiffeured head peered over the side of the tank. “Sorry sarge, I can’t find it.”

“Yes, I have just picked it up down here,” said the sergeant “I guess he couldn’t throw straight. You can come out now.”

Linda cursed under her breath wondering how much longer the sergeant would have let her carry on searching before he told her.

She heaved herself out over the edge of the tank of the revolting mixture and started to descend the ladder.

What she was not aware of but was very obvious to the men on the ground, was that the thickness of the mixture has obviously pulled her panties off at some time when she was either wallowing around or clambering out and they were treated to a view of her naked lower half descending towards them.

And what a sight she made, completely covered in s*** and oil from head to foot, a fetishist’s dream!

When Linda reached ground level she was slightly puzzled as to why the sarge and the two young men were gathered so close to the bottom of the ladder.

“Sorry _______ ” said the sarge “but we only just found this a minute or so ago, didn’t we boys?”

The two young men nodded in agreement but Linda could not help noticing that their eyes seemed to be fixed on her groin and it was only when she too looked down that she discovered the absence of underwear.

“Sarge!” she screamed and both her hands went down to cover the relevant area.

“OK you two scarper.” said the sergeant to the two youths and reluctantly they got on their bikes and roared off.

“I can’t wait to get back to the station, sarge,” she said “let’s hurry.”

“You aren’t getting into my patrol car like that!” came the reply “But I have an idea.”

He got out his mobile phone and wandering off for a few yards, talked urgently into it.

He turned back to Linda “I know Geoff at the auxiliary fire station,” he said “he’s going to drive the wagon over and give you a hose down. I said we would meet him at the top end of this field. There is access to the main road by a gate. He said he would drop you back at the station after to save you walking back to the car.”

And the two of them set off.

After a few anxious minutes (for Linda), waiting by the gate, the small auxiliary fire engine drove up.

However to Linda’s surprise it seemed that there was a full complement of the auxiliary team on board and not just one man.

They all disembarked from the engine and started to unwind the hoses.

“We thought we had better all come so as we can use all the hoses.” said Geoff to Linda ” Eric (the sergeant) said that you were in an awful mess.”

All the same Linda did feel uneasy being near naked with about half a dozen men standing round her ready to soak her with their hoses (!) and in the full glare of the vehicles spotlights.

She just hoped that there were no other vehicles likely to use this road at this time of night.

“OK let’s go” said Geoff and she was hit with not one, not two but three streams of freezing water at the same time.

The force of the water nearly knocked her over and maybe, because it had already been weakened by the oil and slurry and was fairly insubstantial anyway, her bra was soon ripped off leaving her entirely naked.

When no trace of the muck was left Geoff opened the door of the cabin on the engine and said “OK, in you get, my dear.”

As she tried to pull herself up to the door several pairs of hands pushed and squeezed her bottom to “help her up” The other firefighters all clambered in as well and it was a very tight squeeze inside with Linda finding herself pressed up against several of the men.

Meanwhile the sergeant followed on in his squad car.

“Why don’t we just go back to the fire station first?” said Geoff “We can find you some blankets there to get warm in, it’s on our way.” and Linda, although she felt uneasy about the way things were going, could not argue with that as it was true that the fire station was indeed much nearer than the police station.

When they arrived she was lifted out and carried into the rest room istanbul travesti (“To stop your feet getting cold my dear.”).

There she was laid on the bunk and over the next hour was made to inspect all the “hoses” in the station at VERY close quarters! Then afterwards the sarge got out his 9 inch truncheon and demonstrated the many ways it could be used!

The next evening when she reported in for duty at the police station she went into the sergeant’s room and plonked down an envelope on his desk. “I want a transfer,” she said “anywhere away from here,”

The sergeant looked at her and said “I am sorry to hear that my dear, just as you were getting to know our fellow emergency workers locals so well!” and he grinned.

“I will have a look to see what is going, for you and let you know.”

The next day as Linda was reporting for duty, the sergeant caught her by the arm and said “All that is available at the moment is a posting with the dog handling unit. Would you be interested?”

Linda had liked dogs since her first puppy at home when she was a toddler so nodded “Yes, please sarge,” she said “I would love that!”

Two days later she was called into the sergeant’s office. “Well I think you are going to be in luck.” he said “There are no female dog handlers in this force and bearing in mind quotas and things, I think you may be shoehorned in.”

” You will have to go before the board first and they will probably want you to go to the unit in order to look you over (his eyes glazed over a bit at the memory of looking Linda over a few nights earlier) and see how you get on with the animals,”

“I think it’s a formality. I have filled them in with what you have done here since you have been with us. (and here he could not suppress a slight grin) Good luck.”

So Linda found herself, the next day, reporting at the county HQ for an interview.

Everything seemed to go ok except for one slight moment when the panel chairman said “Your sergeant has included a full and VERY detailed account of your contribution towards the successful interception and recovery of a shipment of E tablets on a farm a few weeks ago, together with an account of your attempts to build good relationships with the other emergency services.”

She was sure that he and the rest of the panel momentarily had a smirk on their faces as he said that and Linda wondered just HOW detailed that report was!

“He was very impressed by you.” added the chairman (and this time she could plainly see that he was grinning) “o doubt your new colleagues and we on the panel, will be able to witness similar dedication in your new role.”

” We also have the report from your initial course at Hendon. Top of the class, but marred by your unfortunate turnout at the parade where I gather you.. er… made quite a show!” and again he gave her a big grin and Linda blushed..

At the end of the interview the chairman added ” Before your appointment can be ratified, we would like you to meet the team on site and we thought that as you would be the first female member of that team, we would like to come along to see for ourselves how you get on.”

” So we will see you at the dog training school tomorrow.”

Next morning came and Linda presented herself at 9.00 sharp. The interview panel were already there and she was introduced to the inspector who was in charge of the school.

“We have a dog for you” he said and indicated a German Shepherd being held on a leash by another handler.

“His name is Rufus and this morning is going to involve you and him in some basic aptitude and control tests, preparatory to us making you an offer”

” I thought it only fair for you to have a bit of time with him in order that he could get to know your voice and you get to know him a bit. So we will begin the tests in the parade ring in about an hour, OK?”

So later, Linda and Rufus stood in the middle of the parade ring, She was stroking the back of his head and talking to him quietly.

Around the circular arena were various ladders, beams and obstacles.

“OK” said the inspector “this test is all about you maintaining concentration levels and communicating with Rufus. He has been trained only to do what he is told to do, nothing more, nothing less, so you will have to keep up a running set of instructions to him or else he will not move.”

” Now, in the field, both of you will have distractions so my officers here will do their utmost to distract you and him during this exercise. Any questions?”

Linda wanted to know how they would try to distract her but she did not dare ask in case that showed she was not prepared for anything.

“Right the exercise lasts ten minutes and the aim is for you to get Rufus right the way round the ring, collecting and bringing to you all the soft toys you can see lodged on the apparatus on his way round, there are five of them. Ready?” Linda nodded. “OK, go!” he said.

She started giving her verbal instructions to Rufus when suddenly, WHAM she was hit in the face with a custard pie. Someone had crept up behind her and let her have it.

Then before she really had time to catch her breath another one was shoved into her face. She turned to see what was happening but the inspector called out “Your dog has stopped!”

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For the longest time I have a fantasy of watching someone throat fuck my wife other than me. The thought it would be thrilling to watching someone’s big fat cock sliding in and out of her throat and seeing her throat bulge out just turned me on.

So I did some research on the very best possible throat fucking position and found it was for her to lay down on the bed with her head slightly hang the end off it. This position would open up her throat providing the perfect angle for any cock to gain access. As the cock slides down into her throat it causes the shin around her throat to bulge out and keeping her air way open.

I remember the first time that I saw the movie Deepthroat the image of her taking a cock deep into her throat was such a turn on. After we had gotten married I told my wife that I would love for her to lean how to deep throat a cock and since she didn’t like the taste of semen I could shoot it deep down her throat and not her mouth so she wouldn’t have to taste the semen. She learned learned and got quite good at taking my cock deep down her throat.

One day at work we were all talking about our wife”s istanbul travesti special skills. I told them about my wifes unique ability to be throat fucked and take a cock deep in her throat.

Jim one of my black friends was quite interested and when he got me alone asked if she would consider letting him throat fuck her. I told him that was her totally her decision and he would have to ask her himself. Truthfully I would love to see her do it but I didn’t say anything about it to her. Jim confused to me that it had been over a year since his wife did anything for him so he just jacked off all the time. So I told him to come over Saturday night for a beer so he could asked her. He showed up around 7PM and I made sure that my wife has a few drinks prior to his arrival. She was feeling good and I could see that the drinks were working. The three of us sat down in the living room I got him a beer and made my wife a mixed drink and making hers drink just a little bit stronger. I knew that she gets playful when she has been drinking.

As we sat there Jim started telling us about his life and that he had not had sex in over a travesti istanbul year. That is when he told my wife that he knew about her special skill and begged for her to help him out. She looked over at me and so I told her that I would be fine with whatever she decided and the decision was totally up to her. I guess the drinks and his story got to her because she agreed to do it for him. She asked him to follow her to the guest bed room. When they arrived she removed her top exploding her bralesss little 32b titties. She told him that it would help him out and told him that he needed to squeeze her small breasts while he was throat fucking her.

She explained to him that she was going to lay on the bed and let her head hang over the edge for him because it would be the perfect angle to guide his cock deep into her throat. So she got on the bed letting her head hang off which did make the perfect alignment for him to guide his black cock deep into her throat. She told him to go slow and take his time. He had his cock out it was 11 inches long and thick. I watch as she opened up her mouth and he slowly started moving his cock in istanbul travestileri and out of her mouth going a little bit deeper down her throat each time. I noticed that every time his cock went deeper into her throat that it would create a huge bulge in her throat from his cock. So I went over next to my wife and placed my hand on her throat this let me feel as his cock sliding in and out of her throat.

He was squeezing her little titties hard. I told him he needed to pulling and stretch her nipples became she loved it. After awhile I felt his cock starting to pulses which sent his load of semen down her throat and into her stomach. When he was done he looked at her telling her thank you and how good it felt not having to jackoff. I gave him another beer and he asked my wife if she would consider doing it again for him. She told him that she would consider it. Later that night I told her how hot she looked watching a black cock in her mouth. She said like a little slut? I asked her if she really wanted to do it again. She told me that if I wanted her to that she would as long as I enjoyed the show. I told her how much I enjoyed watching her and it would be her decision if she wanted to. I told her that if she did I would let Jim know that it she was game for a repeat performance. It was such a turn on for me since Jim was her first black cock experience for her.

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Let me set the scene for you. My name is Emma I am a Captain in the Scarlet Troopers a group of highly trained female mounted soldiers protecting the honour of our leader Priestess Anastasia.

I have a squad of 30 Troopers in my charge. We live in a peaceful but largely lawless society our enemies are the Amazonian Warriors a group of strong and powerful women who have no morals and are led by their Warrior Queen Skye a leader who hates all Scarlet Troopers and our Priestess.

Our society has evolved over the generations gone are the days of brutal battles between Troopers and Amazonian’s, nowadays we Troopers try to maintain order but we are constantly hampered by the interference of the Amazonian’s who use the carnal arts to subject some of us to sexual humiliation. Everyone is female the male gene was bred out centuries ago and now only girls are born using genetics. Sex is now used for extreme pleasure, exploitation and to humiliate, we live therefore in a lesbian society which has a huge gulf in terms of poverty and wealth.

The majority of the population live in poverty making a living as best they can, often selling themselves as sex toys to the wealthy. All Captain Troopers pay the poor to have sex with our soldiers but only when the Trooper has performed her duties to the highest possible standard, this does not sit well with the Amazonian’s who recruit young girls from poorer families and despise us for using them for sex.

As a Captain if I want sexual pleasure I choose my favourite Trooper and allow her to satisfy me, it’s not always the same girl and if I don’t cum at least twice the Trooper is forced to stand naked in our fortress tied spread eagled to a wooden cross of shame so others learn from her mistake, cruel yes but it maintains order amongst our soldiers and is a practice that has been used for years, I myself was subjected to that shame once, but only once.

We are proud to be Scarlet Troopers, we join when we are 16 and it is viewed as a lifelong pledge to our Priestess I am now 25 years old and progressed through the ranks quickly to become a Captain. All Scarlet Troopers wear a uniform to distinguish us from the rest of society it consists of a skintight red lycra catsuit, black thigh length boots and black cropped riding jackets that finish above the waist, all Troopers have a belt around their waist from which hangs our only weapon a baton which we use mostly as a deterrent I’ve never hit anyone with it but brandish it in someone’s face that’s being aggressive and they soon back off.

In our culture the female form is revered so we deliberately wear skintight suits that accentuate our assets showing our enemies we are proud women who have no fear in wearing revealing uniforms, some people respect us for that, but of course not all and especially the Amazonian’s who see us as worthless fuck toys. As a Captain I am distinguished from a normal Trooper by wearing a red riding helmet the rest of the girls wear black, unfortunately this does make me a target when we are on patrol but more of that later.

As I mentioned earlier our society is split into the poor and the rich. The landowners are extremely wealthy women who often have scores of servants in their households doing everything for them from cooking and cleaning to working the land and as prostitutes, it is not uncommon for a wealthy woman to have an entire village of young women as her harem.

A majority of the wealthy are also interested in our uniforms and pay good money to anyone who isn’t a Trooper to obtain one by any means, all of the wealthy women view Troopers as worthless eye candy and show us no respect this is shown by how many of our used uniforms a woman can collect, we are powerless to do anything about this as they believe they are above the law and use the Amazonian’s against us for their own gain.

There are stories of squads of Scarlet Troopers being ambushed by Amazonian’s, overpowered and stripped naked, their uniforms then sold to the highest bidder. In a twist to the fetish that these wealthy women have for our clothing they will pay more for an officers uniform and they will pay a premium if the Trooper of any rank has cum in her catsuit.

This again has led to tales of Troopers being subjected to sexual humiliation through the stretchy lycra to force them to cum in their tight uniforms the more stained the catsuit is the more the wealthy women will pay for it.

The Amazonian’s are ruthless and don’t care how much pain they inflict on istanbul travesti us Troopers to make us orgasm, one poor unfortunate girl told the woeful tale of how she was pinned to the muddy forest floor and then had to endure a dirty Amazonian bitch trying to fist fuck her through her catsuit, the young Trooper reported that the stinking Warrior managed to get four fingers inside her without ripping the lycra, the girl did have a huge squirting orgasm, much to the delight of her enemy, but the Trooper certainly didn’t enjoy it, to top it all she was out of action for a few weeks as she was unable to sit in her saddle and ride out with her squad.

The wealthy women will pay anyone other than a Trooper for a uniform, Amazonian’s, the impoverished villagers or even the girl students at the local convent school. The school is run by a very strict order of Nuns who don’t suffer fools and rule by harsh discipline and tough penalties for girls who break the rules, spankings are common and very badly behaved girls are paraded naked through the villages so that they can be mocked and the villagers are encouraged to touch them sexually to humiliate and degrade them.

The girls are the daughters of the wealthy and attend the convent from the age of 16 until they are 18, the Nuns are the only group the wealthy women will obey sadly for us the Nuns don’t recognise the authority of the Scarlet Troopers so once again we are pilloried and hampered in our attempts to maintain order.

These girls will be paid good money for a Scarlet Troopers uniform and they don’t care how they get it, there is a well known story of two Troopers who were on mounted patrol near the convent when they were approached by two young girls probably 18 years old. They were in their school uniforms, short grey skirts, black tights, white blouses and black shoes.

The two Troopers were both experienced soldiers one was 35 the other 42. The girls asked the Troopers about joining up, that in itself should have set the Troopers on edge as wealthy women would never allow their daughters to become pathetic soldiers, but the Troopers suspected nothing and relaxed into the conversation.

Being young girls the talk soon turned to the uniform, one girl asking if it was compulsory the other asking if the uniform was comfortable to wear, the answer to both questions is yes, in fact the catsuit becomes like a second skin and you don’t realise you are wearing it after a while. The catsuits can also make the Troopers become very sexually aroused especially after a few hot hours in the saddle, I can vouch for that after long patrols on horseback I’ve had to get back to my quarters and either masturbate or call for one of my girl soldiers to fuck me and make me orgasm.

But I digress, the behaviour of the two experienced soldiers was probably down to them being extremely horny! The two Troopers dismounted and apparently the girls commented on the soldiers camel toes, sweaty horse rides push the seams of our suits deep into our cunts and sometimes it’s easy to forget to pull it out.

Then the conversation turned sexual, the girls wanting to know about life in the fortress, was it ok to have sex with another Trooper in the fortress? What sort of sex took place there? Our two soldiers who had been in their skintight suits for several hours were hot and very aroused and asked if the girls wanted to pleasure them, the Troopers promised money and gifts in return for sexual favours.

The girls led the Troopers to a secluded spot and began rubbing their moist cunts through the tight lycra suits, the girls kissed and fondled the oversexed Troopers until they both had squirting orgasms, but the young girls didn’t stop there. They then slowly stripped the soldiers promising them both oral sex telling them they would lick and suck their throbbing clits, of course the Troopers let the girls strip them, they were young innocent girls what harm could they do?

The answer is plenty, outside the strict confines of the convent school some of these girls are totally out of control and are capable of anything. The girls removed the Troopers long boots, jackets, riding helmets and finally their cum stained catsuits, the soldiers watched as both girls carefully folded the uniforms and then without warning the two girls administered stinging kicks to the Troopers naked vaginas making them double up in pain and shock, one Trooper even reported the tip of the girls shoe went into her wet cunt.

With that the girls fled istanbul travestileri into the forest taking the Troopers uniforms with them leaving the Troopers naked and forced to ride back to our fortress and face the wrath of their Commanding Officer for being so stupid.

Both soldiers were instantly punished by being forced to ride the wooden rail, a thick wooden post set three feet off the ground and at an angle so that the edge of the rail digs into the victims naked vagina, once they were straddling the sharp splintered rail their hands were bound behind their backs, depending on how tall the Trooper was determined how far into her cunt the rail went, some tried to stand on tiptoe to ease the pain but it often made no difference, the helpless Troopers were then left there for one hour.

After that they were released but then straight away they were back into their spare uniforms and back out on mounted patrol for at least two hours, they were not allowed to alleviate any ill effects from the rail so many girls had to ride with splintered and red raw cunts constantly rubbing on the saddle, if they tried to stand in their stirrups they would be ordered back down, we call it polishing the saddle, when a Troopers catsuit clad cunt is in constant contact with the leather.

So to my tale of depravation and humiliation, one Summers morning I led a group of six Troopers out on mounted patrol we were heading into the forest on a routine scouting mission there were rumours a new Amazonian camp had been built 10 miles from our fortress, this was a concern to us so I took a small troupe out to investigate.

Most of my Troopers were mature soldiers but I had one raw recruit out for her first patrol. She was called Linzi and was 18 years old she had been with us for nearly two years and had undergone strenuous training under my guidance, she was keen and eager to please, I had used her several times for my own sexual gratification and as she was a good girl she had never been tied to the cross of shame.

We’d been riding for a few hours it was hot and Trooper Linzi was complaining of saddle soreness, the other Troopers of course couldn’t resist teasing her one saying, when we get back I’ll make you really saddle sore with my 12 inch strap on, the other Troopers laughed the mood was good until suddenly it all changed…..

I was in front the others riding single file behind me I heard shocked screams and turned round to see two of my Troopers had been pulled from their mounts by Amazonian’s they had been camouflaged in the undergrowth and leapt out as the two Troopers at the rear of the group went passed.

Amazonian’s are incredibly strong and pulling a Scarlet Trooper out of her saddle is something they are known for, each Trooper was pinned to the ground desperately struggling to get free, but before we could help four more Amazonian warriors came from nowhere and attacked, Trooper Linzi screamed as she was wrenched from her mount and thrown to the ground, the other Troopers tried valiantly to stay in their saddles but were soon unseated by their assailants, my attacker a huge muscle bound brunette haired sweaty woman probably my age put her arm between my left leg and my saddle lifted my booted foot out of its stirrup and threw me off my horse.

I landed heavily and was dazed I could hear my Troopers fighting the Amazonian bitches but I was overpowered my assailant was wearing a typical warriors dress short leather skirt, leather bra and leather boots Amazonian warriors like us Scarlet Troopers never wear anything underneath their uniforms, as she wrestled me she straddled my face the stench from her cunt was unbelievable I tried to bite her vagina lips but she was too strong for me, she punched me hard in the vagina several times I writhed in agony as she lowered her cunt onto my face smothering me in her wet minge, I couldn’t breathe and with the pain from my cunt I passed out.

When I awoke I could hear moans from my Troopers they had all been defeated by the Amazonian’s but there was a more pressing problem, I was naked and I was tied up but I was also aware of something inside me. It was my baton, my means of self defence had been forced into my vagina, the batons are 16 inches long and 3 inches thick made of hard rubber, I managed to look between my legs and I could see about 6 inches of the baton sticking out of my throbbing cunt.

My hands were tied behind my back and my ankles were tied together as hard as I tried I couldn’t get free travesti istanbul and I couldn’t force my baton out of me. I called to the others to see if they were in the same position, they were all tied up with their batons forced deep into their cunts but there was one exception.I could hear Trooper Linzi crying in distress, I assured her it would be ok, but deep down I knew we were in trouble, then one of the other Troopers who was nearer to Trooper Linzi shouted over to me, “Captain Emma, Trooper Linzi’s baton is up her arsehole!”

This was typical of the Amazonian’s disrespect for us they had targeted the youngest in our troupe and singled her out for special treatment. Not only that I then realised something else of my own predicament, as I tried to move onto my back I had a sudden sharp pain inside my arse it made me scream in pain and roll onto my side. Another Trooper said “Captain Emma your riding crop has been inserted in your arse” as the Captain I too had been victimised with both my holes filled with make shift dildos.

As my hands were tied behind my back I tried to reach down but I couldn’t reach the crop protruding from my anus. “Trooper how far into my arse is my riding crop?” The Trooper replied “I would say about 8 inches ma’am.” This severely restricted my movement, what were we going to do? I had no idea and I knew we only had a couple of hours of daylight left.

Then I heard voices, girly giggling voices I looked up and two convent school girls entered the clearing we were stranded in. They stopped dead in their tracks clearly shocked by what they saw, six tied and naked women lying on the forest floor. They started laughing and walked over to us, “what are you all doing here like this?” the one girl asked, “We’re Scarlet Troopers” I replied “can you untie me?” “why should we?” The girl retorted” Because we’re Scarlet Troopers” I repeated “now please untie me.”

“What do we get in return?” the young girls asked I promised them money if they freed us, they pointed out we were all naked so where was the money kept? I said I had a purse of money in my saddle. The one girl knelt beside me and looked me up and down, the other girl turned her attention to Trooper Linzi. Suddenly the girl noticed the baton buried in my cunt she took hold of it in her hand and began to pull it out, I winced slightly my vagina was slightly dry by this point and I thought thank god she’s going to help us.

But no, she pulled the baton out until just an inch was still in me then she forced it deep inside me again, “You fucking little bitch” I screamed at her, she was fucking me with my rubber baton, then she took hold of the riding crop and fucked my arsehole with it, at first I screamed in pain but then strangely I started to enjoy it the long even strokes of both baton and crop stimulating me like I never thought possible.

My cunt got wetter and wetter I could feel my juices running down to my anus which then lubricated the riding crop which was being inserted deeper into my tight hole, all of a sudden I had the most intense orgasm squirting juice onto the young girls tights, I could hear Trooper Linzi moaning and screaming “Oh fuck I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum” then she too released her juice over the girls tights. The girl left me tied and slowly worked her way around the other Scarlet Troopers and with the help of her friend made all my helpless soldiers cum.

Eventually all I could hear were moans of ecstasy from my Troopers, the girl stood over me I could see right up her short skirt and glimpsed her tight young cunt through her sheer black tights she was wet and trembling with excitement. “If I untie you will you fuck me with your baton?” I agreed but in a cruel twist she added “No chance of that you worthless piece of shit, it was my Mother that bought all your cum stained uniforms from the Amazonian’s she even gave me a couple of them as trophies one for me and one for my girlfriend in fact, I think one of them is yours”

“If you’re the Captain of this pathetic bunch of Trooper sluts, I intend to take my girlfriend home now we are going to put your uniforms on including the boots, jackets and helmets to see how sexy we look, I hope your cum hasn’t dried in the catsuit yet, I want my cunt juice to mix with yours, oh yes we are going to have sex in your uniforms and we are both heavy squirters. I bet you’d like to see me fuck my girlfriend while I wear your uniform and she wears a uniform that one of your slag soldiers was wearing only about an hour ago? Well tough as far as I’m concerned you can all rot here!”

And with that she and her girlfriend left leaving us all tied up with our batons up our cunts and me with a riding crop deep inside my anus.”Please!” I begged “You can’t leave us here…

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Bill was nervously fidgeting as he stood on the kitchen table as the giant women rushed around the room. The table lurched and Bill fell to his knees, pain splintering out from his kneecaps when his mother jostled the table as she went past.

“Tina where’s your P.E. kit?” Anna asked as she looked after the dark-haired blur as she ran out of the kitchen door.

She didn’t even notice she’d knocked him over. His cheeks burned as again he was reminded of his pitiful size. Tina’s thundering footsteps echoed down as she ran up the stairs.

“Found it!” Tina shouted down from her room.

“Claire, have you got your lunch?”

His older sister came to a sudden halt as she reached the kitchen door handle before turning and rushing past the table, knocking it with her oversized handbag on her way to the fridge to retrieve her lunch.

“Okay Bill, are you ready for your first task?” Anna asked as she stepped up the table, her giant shadow eclipsing him, he fell back onto his rear from his knees and looked up at his giant mother and swallowed.

“Yes,” his heart was hammering in his chest, maybe he preferred it when she didn’t see him.

Anna lifted one of her black flats. The colour drained from his face, it was one of her work flats, this was not a good sign. Anna placed the shoe on the table carefully, he could feel a slight rumble from the heavy object but it didn’t jostle him this time. She turned the shoe on its side and a wave of warm damp musk emitted from the flat.

He could see the inside from where he knelt. The dark insole had sunken, moulding to the shade of her heel, the edges were tattered and flaking and he could just make out the slight glistening of moisture too. He swallowed and looked back to his mother, her expression was neutral, lips pressed into a soft line.

“I want you to climb out of my shoe before we get to Claire’s school.”

“Wait why does he have to do that?” Claire asked, he looked over at her so fast his neck cracked. Nervous relief began to build in his stomach.

“He needs to learn climbing skills and level them up as fast as possible,” Anna answered without missing a beat.

“Well yeah, but why your shoe? Can’t he try to climb out of your bag or something? Or climb your hair to your ear? That would be a good skill!” Claire replied, her tone becoming higher and quicker as she was stuck with inspiration.

“One of the highest causes of accidental squishing is boys getting stuck inside shoes from trying to get the attention of girls and women, when he can climb out of my shoe we can move to more challenging trials,” Anna explained as if it was the most honest thing in the world.

His stomach dropped and started to fill with dread. He swallowed and looked back to the turned-over flat before looking back to the two giantesses.

Claire’s expression fell into one of resignment. She couldn’t find the fault in her mother’s logic and as a healer, she was more than experienced with the tragedies that had befallen tinies.

“Can we at least use a…less used shoe?” Claire asked, her voice had lost its assertion.

“He needs to learn how to climb out of used shoes, it’s less likely he’ll end up in a new shoe,” Anna justified, her gaze returning to her tiny son.

“Are you still sure you want to do this?” Anna asked, her eyebrows raising.

Bill swallowed.

“Yes,” part of him was relieved she asked if he was sure but he still doubted she would accept a ‘no’ as an answer, after all, he would be stuck home with her all day. There was no telling what she’d make him do instead.

“That’s a good boy, now why don’t you get in the shoe and we can get going,” Anna said, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly. A message appeared in Bill’s vision inside a transparent grey box.

Quest: Escape Mommy’s Shoe

Objective One: Climb into Anna Tenner’s Shoe

Objective Two: Climb out of Anna Tenner’s Shoe

Reward: Basic Climbing skills Bill’s eyes squeezed shut at the sudden volume. Feeling much smaller, he continued his way to his mother’s flat.

He stopped at the opening and took a cleansing breath, his eyes bulged, and the acidic stench of vinegar and his mother’s natural musk burned his nostrils. Squeezing his eyes shut his body shook with an involuntary shiver. He pressed his hands against the walls of the opening of her shoe, it was damp to the touch and squelched as his fingers dug into them and he stepped onto the shoe’s opening before jumping inside.

Objective One Completed: Climb into Anna Tenner’s Shoe

The flat suddenly lifted and rotated and Bill fell face-first against the sole of the shoe, his tiny frame fitting easily in the moist indent of his mother’s heel.

“Right let’s go,” Anna istanbul travesti said as she turned and headed to the door.

Wind rushed above the opening of the flat, Bill slammed her palms against either side of his head over his ears, trying to block out the high-pitched sound when he was suddenly thrown forward by the shoe’s motion. With a grunt he splatted into the toe section of his mother’s flat, the thick fabric squelching under him and coating his body in her foot sweat and grime. Goose bumps scattered over his skin as he involuntarily shivered. He was thrown back again and while briefly in the air he saw the flat change direction, the back of the flat slammed into his back sending him sprawling on the moist floor. His mother was swinging her arms with her stride. The shoe tilted down and he began to slide back down to the toe section.

“Right, everyone in the car,” Anna said as she unlocked the dark blue Nissan Qashqai and slid into the driver seat before dropping the flat containing her son into the cup holder, angled so that the heel was pointed upwards. Her lips nipped together as she tried not to laugh at the mental image of her tiny son trying to climb up her stinky work flat, she had been wearing them for years, she’d almost broken them down with her foot sweat and prolonged use.

She heard Tina jump in the seat behind her and close the door, the crinkle of the barrier bag containing her P.E. kit falling into the footwell. The passenger door opened and Claire hopped into the car, lowering her handbag into the footwell before getting belted in. Anna reversed the car out of the driveway and put her foot down on the accelerator, they had to make up for time or her daughters really were going to be late for school.

“Mom isn’t that a bit mean?” Claire said as she pointed at her upturned flat, Anna nipped the inside of her lower lip.

“It’s best for him to build skills the hard way so that when-if anything happened, he has a better chance of getting out of it in one piece,” Anna lied, difficulty rarely had any impact on skills at the low levels.

“Okaaay…” Claire said quietly before turning to look out the window.

Within her stinky flat Bill was cradling his pounding head in his palms, to say that landing was rocky would be a colossal understatement and now that the car was moving the cavernous flat was vibrating so hard his teeth were chattering. His eyes were starting to water from the stench.

“Come on Bill you can do this, let’s get out of here,” he muttered to himself, barely able to hear it over the car engine. He leaned forward, his feet sinking into the toe of the flat and his knees pressing against the indent of his mother’s toes. He pressed his hands into the wall, and he quivered as his hands sunk into the damp fabric, he tried to curl his fingers and grip it but the insole didn’t have much give,

Swallowing again he tried to climb, pressing his knees hard against the insole and slamming his palms into the wall he propelled himself forward, before he could make a second stride, he slid back down the wet vibrating wall and was crammed back into the toe section, his body curled into a ball. His body vibrated with the wet walls; it was like his bones were been shaken out of his body. His headache was getting worse.

Bill forced himself to his feet, bracing himself against the sweaty wall, his legs were starting to ache. He noticed the tattered fabric lining the insole his mother had worn away. Shuffling to one side of the shoe he grabbed the rubbery tears and crammed his foot in the crevice between the insole and inner wall.

Gritting his chattering, burning teeth, he pulled himself as close to the crevice as he good, his nose crinkling as the stench grew stronger from the trapped sweat. Bill bent his arms and pulled himself up, he crammed his other foot into the crevice. He stayed in place. His heart lifted with elation and he grabbed the next closest torn piece of fabric and pulled himself up before pulling his lower foot out of the crevice and cramming it back in higher. It felt like the vibrating would crush his toes in the tight space but he was making progress.

Inch by minuscule inch he climbed up the crevice of his mother’s foot. By the time he was level with the rise of the insole from her instep, he was drenched in a mixture of her and his sweat. He slowed and took several deep breaths, his muscles were burning and he was out of breath, his fingers burning as he gripped the fabric so hard her knuckles were white.

The vibrating suddenly dulled.

Anna parked up outside a large building with bright red metal fences around it with a big sign that read ‘Victoria Primary School’ in a font that made it look like the children had painted it on with small hand prints acting as a border for it.

“Bye, travesti istanbul mom!” Tina shouted as she leapt out of the car, barely remembering to grab her P.E. kit.

“Have a good day sweetie,” Anna called after her but Tina was already through the gates and deep inside the school — and she had forgotten to close the car door again.

With an irritated sigh, she got out of the car and slammed the back door shut before getting back in and slamming her own door shut and squealing away from the curb and in the direction of Claire’s school, unaware that the sudden motion had caused little Bill to lose his grip and fall back down to the toe section of her work flat.

“Ahh!” Bill cried out as he fell back from the seam, falling headfirst back into the toe section and landing with a warm squelch. He shivered as he felt his pyjama top press into his back, his mother’s sweat seeping through the thin fabric. It was starting to get difficult to breathe, the warm humid air weighing heavy on his chest.

He rolled over onto his side and pushed himself up onto his knees when he was suddenly thrown off the ground as his mother went over a speed bump a touch too quickly. His tiny body flew all the way up to the rise of the instep, he threw out his hands, bending his fingers into claw-like shapes, and Bill slapped against the instep.

He stretched his arms as high as he could and tried to grip hold of the moist hill, small droplets of sweat oozing out between his fingers as they pressed into the insole and he began to slide back down.

“No! No! No!” Bill shouted, his voice muted by the car’s rumbling engine, his bare feet landed back in the toe section with a familiar squelch. He didn’t waste a second and began shuffling back to the edge of the shoe to climb the seam again, cramming his foot back into the crevice and pulling himself back up.

New Skill Unlocked: Determination, you have shown yourself to be a determined individual, when you fail at an objective you get back up and try again, you now gain +1% to all attempts made to previously failed objectives.

Bill flinched, nearly falling back down when the small transparent box appeared in his vision, mentally dismissing the notification he refocused on his task. Gritting his chattering teeth, his skull trembling in his head, he pulled himself up another inch, his mouth filling with the taste of sweat and blood.

“You can do this. You can do this. You can do this!” he muttered through clattering teeth and pulled himself up another step.

He passed the hill of his mother’s instep and could see the circle of light from the opening of the flat.

“I’m going to do it!” He shouted, stretching his arm as far as he could reach and pulling himself half his body length up, nearly slipping when he tried to cram his foot into the crevice but he managed to maintain his position.

His chest was starting to ache.

“Almost there, just a few more inches,” he pulled himself up, arms trembling.

He was suddenly flying back again as his mother flew over another speed bump. The sweaty cavern around him began to move, flipping over.

“Fuck!” Bill shouted as his back slammed into the leather top of the shoe, the back of his head bouncing off the surface. Before he could even sit up, he was suddenly slammed back into the toe section as his mother slammed on the brakes sending him and his shoe slamming against the interior of the car.

“Thanks, mum,” Claire called as she jumped out of the car.

His heart sunk into his gut. A daunting notification appearing his vision.

Objective Two: Climb out of Anna Tenner’s Shoe: Failed

You have failed the Quest: Escape From Mommy’s Shoe

Penalty: Ride back home in Anna Tenner’s Shoe

“Have a good day sweetie!” Anna called out after her daughter in a rush, barely getting it out before the door slammed shut behind the teen.

The matriarch turned her attention to the upturned shoe, she picked it up turning it back round and looking in the cupholder, she saw no sign of her speck of a ton. Anna turned her gaze to the opening of her work flat and peered in, yep there he was, curled up in the toe section.

“Looks like you failed sweetie,” Anna sighed, “I would have thought you’d have definitely got out when the shoe upturned, if I didn’t know how much my feet stink after work, I’d think you liked it in there,” she giggled, he looked just like his dad used to.

“Sorry, mum…I nearly did it but-“

“No buts, if this had happened when you were in school with Claire you’d be squished,” Anna cut him off, her tone turning from amusement to parental firmness.

Bill looked away from the opening, staring down at her giant toeprints.

“Maybe this penalty will give you some more motivation to climb out when istanbul travestileri we get home,” Anna reached down with her free hand and slipped off one of her sandals before lowering the flat, angling it to make sure her son stayed in the toe section, she didn’t want to squish him on the drive home.

“No!” Bill shouted as five giant bare toes slid into the opening, banishing all traces of lights as they crawled towards him, searching for him.

The flat grew hot and even more humid, he could taste the salt in the air. He could barely make out the shape of her toes and her massive toenails.

Bill pushed his feet against the insole trying to push his way back but the shoe had no give and his bare feet slid impotently in her toeprint. He dived to the side barely dodging her big toe and was pinned by her second and third toes, his legs pinned beneath her warm meaty flesh. They scrunched, pulling him under them, the top of her second toe lightly tapping against his face before resting on top of him. He turned his head taking a deep breath of her toe stench.

Anna sighed, it had been a long time since she’d had a tiny in her shoe, she could feel herself getting wet as she pulled him under her toes and tapped his tiny face. Maybe she would make this his regular penalty when he failed her tasks. And it was about time he did something to help around the house, Claire helped with the cooking and Tina helped with the dusting, he may be small but he can help by giving his tired mommy foot rubs at the end of the day. The thought made her grin, she checked her rear-view mirror and after indicating pulled off and set off home. And turned on the heater before setting on the blower to blow on her feet.

Beneath her hot toes, Billy was taking shuddering breaths the vibrating wasn’t as potent now but still very noticeable. All he knew was his mother’s toes. He was completely blind and aside from the trembling from the car all he could feel was her hot moist foot flesh. He could feel the grime against his face.

“I was so close,” Bill coughed, tears welling in his eyes.

A shimmering grey box appeared in his vision, it was like someone was projecting a slide on the side of his mother’s big sweaty toe, making just enough light for him to dimly make her toes out.

New Profession Unlocked: Mommy’s Foot Boy, you have earned the job role of Anna Tenner’s ‘Foot Boy’ and are to rub her feet after Anna Tenner finishes work and perform all other foot related duties designated.

“Wait…what?!” Bill shouted as he gaped at the notification.

It started to get noticeably warmer.

…

Anna had a spring in her step when she stepped out of the car, absentmindedly grabbing her sandal before locking the door. She would look rather odd if anyone noticed her and her mismatched shoes but she didn’t mind, it was worth it to feel that lovely feeling she got whenever she had a tiny under her foot.

She scrunched her toes, forcing her son between her second and third toes and unlocked the front door.

“I guess I better let you climb out, hadn’t I?” Anna sighed, looking down at her flat, squeezing her toes together and taking a moment to enjoy the little squirming. Pressing the underside of her sandal clumsily to the heel of her flat she slipped her heel free and slid her foot out, smirking when she saw Bill wriggling between her toes, she parted her toes and let him fall back into her shoe.

Anna picked up the flat and placed it on the counter, peering in she saw him curled up in the imprint from her heel. He looked so cute.

“Okay time to get out of my shoe dear,” Anna said, opening the junk drawer and fishing out a wheel of white thread, and snipping off a long piece, she pinned one end under the heel and dropped the other end in the flat.

“Once you’re out I have another task for you and then you can take a break,” Anna said as she turned her attention to the cupboards and began pulling out numerous jars and bottles containing the ingredients needed for healing potions. “Hmm, looks like I’ll need to get some more powdered deer antlers,” she murmured to herself.

Within the hot flat, Bill staggered to his feet, breathing heavily, and filling his lungs with his mother’s foot stench and stumbled his way towards the white thread. In the light from the opening of the shoe, it was like a divine rope sent by the gods to save him.

Quest: Escape Mommy’s Shoe

Objective: Use the thread provided to climb out of Anna Tenner’s Shoe

Reward: Basic Climbing Skills the white thread went taught. Taking another deep stinky breath, he leaned back and braced one foot against the wall of his mother’s heel and pulled himself up, kicking out his other leg to step up the damp wall. Immediately he felt the thread digging into his little hands and grit his teeth.

“Come on! You’re not staying in this shoe anymore,” he growled at himself and pulled harder, forcing himself to take another step, his aching legs trembling. There was no way in hell he’d let himself be stuck in his mother’s work flat all day.

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