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Chapter II

Moving House

There are many things you can search for when looking for houses but “welcoming and rampantly kinky neighbours residing next door” is not one of them; they come by extremely good fortune and Erin and I were very lucky.

At the end of a leafy cul-de-sac were two houses: one was the original manor house that dominated the plot of land, and the other was a small property at the end of the small shared drive, that was originally an ancillary house for servants in decades past. Cheshire is full of these sorts of properties, and the four-bedroomed family home was ideal for our needs, especially as it was at a reduced price because the owners were keen for a quick sale.

The day after we moved into the house, we saw a saloon car pull alongside our neighbour’s property and my wife and I took a break from unloading boxes to meet the couple whose drive we shared.

I wasn’t sure what I expected from the owners of the manor house three times as big as my property. Bryn oozed warmth: a man as tall as me with short black hair a slightly receding hairline. I’d find out later that the scruffily dressed gentleman owned a company worth £5million and yet he looked just as normal as my wife and I.

He shook my hand, embraced Erin and welcomed us into his expansive home. Christina, his wife, was a short smiling bundle of energy. She hugged us both, pressing her warm body against our tired torsos and escorted us into the lounge. She dispatched her husband to the kitchen to prepare liquid refreshments for their guests.

I remember noticing that she was in great shape; the figure-hugging outfit exhibited her sexy figure and well-proportioned breasts. The blonde-haired woman suggested that her husband show me around their house and Christina took my wife into their garden with their glasses of chilled white wine.

Bryn said little about the family who we had bought the house from, but what few words he chose were less than complimentary. I felt a little uneasy as he suggested there had been an acrimonious disagreement but istanbul travesti I found Bryn was welcoming and inoffensive.

“Baby, Erin and Peter have only moved in yesterday and they still haven’t unpacked all their cooking stuff. Go and make tea for us all please.” Christina barely looked up from her chat with my wife. Bryn smiled and nodded, and refused all offers of help so I joined the chattering women in their garden.

Their garden wasn’t huge, but was secluded. It was shielded from the long gardens of the other houses in the cul-de-sac by tall hedges and I couldn’t see a single house from my position on the grass. The two giggling women chatted conspiratorially and I didn’t interrupt as I looked around the landscaped garden.

Instead my mind turned back to our hosts and their relationship. From the way she spoke to him, looked at him and he responded to her, was not that of a normal vanilla couple. I recognised the interactions between them as she barked with an air of dominance and command, and he did as he was told accordingly.

Those first couple of hours I warmed to the married couple: Bryn was passive and friendly and Christina was bubbly yet unyielding. Once she had ordered her husband to make dinner for us, there was nothing Erin and I could do to change her mind. We didn’t want them to go to any trouble and our clothes were dusty and sweaty from our manual toil of moving furniture and unpacking goods for most of the day, but they just embraced their guests.

Christina was insistent, and Bryn cooked a wonderful dinner of spaghetti bolognase with a pudding to finish. We washed down his cooking with two bottles of wine.

I felt a little guilty when they refused to let us help wash up and Erin drunkenly giggled as Bryn bent over to retrieve a spoon he dropped onto the floor. His tracksuit bottoms slid down his bum and revealed a bright pink, lacy pair of womens’ knickers encasing our host’s buttocks.

“Nice panties,” Erin instinctively cried, causing Christina to glance at her husband and snigger. Bryn blushed travesti istanbul slightly, mumbling as he got up and hurriedly carried our dirty plates into the kitchen. “Sorry,” my wife offered to our host.

“No problem.” Christina called her husband back into their dining room, glaring at him as he tightened his scruffy tracksuit trousers. “Our guest has just complimented you on your underwear, what do you say?”

“Ummm…” He blushed brightly, staring at the floor as he took a deep breath. “Thanks Miss,” he finished, smiling gently at my startled wife.

“Now as my guest here,” Christina continued, gesturing at Erin and ignoring me, “has already seen that I often put you in some lacy underwear then perhaps you shouldn’t wear that scruffy tracksuit.”

“I’d rather…”

“I don’t care what you’d rather. You’ve embarrassed yourself in front of Erin and that shows me up.” She glanced at my wife holding an empty wine glass and licked her lips. “I don’t think he has the right to wear trousers if he wants to flash his panties, do you?”

“Definitely not.” Christina clicked her fingers at her partner, staring at him as he wordlessly unbuttoned his clothes and allowed his tracksuit bottoms to fall to the floor.

I tried not to look; I was feeling mildly tipsy, slightly uncomfortable yet curious: aroused yet apprehensive. His hot pink lacy knickers did little to hide his bulge and they looked ridiculous on the six foot man.

His cheeks burnt in humiliation; his nose sniffed as his wife talked disparagingly about him. Yet, she chose the words carefully, “my husband’s damn silly but I love him.”

I recognised that dynamic from our books, our videos and our play: a punishment and a reward. A psychological carrot. He was burning up with shame at exposing a secret part of him to another couple, but then there was his tormentor saying she loved him.

“I did tell you we were very kinky,” she needlessly added.

“I know! Us too!”

“Oh, you got him in panties? Men are so much better when they are in their place!” Christina istanbul travestileri laughed, as my eyes returned to the dining table. I blushed, shaking my head and spluttering; we must have had too much wine. “Prove it!”

“Ummm… I’m not sure…”

“Peter,” my wife cooed gently. “Bryn’s shown his. It’ll be a giggle!” Her glazed eyes swept across my hesitation. “I’d really love you to join in the fun with us.”

Her voice never raised, her tone never sharp but she guided my will into standing in front of our hosts and unbuckling my jeans so they cascaded between my knees. Plain blue boxer shorts. Boring, functional, masculine.

But Christina just beamed, pouring more alcohol into our glasses, which I was still drinking from ten minutes later as we sat underneath the patio heaters soaking the last remnants of the Sun before it dipped below the horizon.

I sat in just my boxer shorts, my host in just his pink panties; our T-Shirts confiscated by the giggling tipsiness of our wives. They both laughed as they removed the faded cotton garments and Christina openly fondled my clothed buttocks. “That’s so spankable and damn fuckable!” She exclaimed, treating me like a discardable sex object for her entertainment. “I hope you don’t mind,” Christina continued as she stretched out on the loungers. “But we are having a few friends over next weekend. A bit of a party until late.” Her eyes fixed on Erin as she spoke softly. “We have them every so often.”

Bryn shifted uncomfortably. “Perhaps they would…”

“I don’t think so,” she interrupted. “It gets a bit… passionate!”

My wife fidgeted. “We are… quite far back from your property and ummm… I think we might be away this weekend. Or are the kids at your mums?”

“Our kids spend a couple of weekends a month with my parents,” I added but Christina didn’t stop staring at my wife, trying to read her expression. I think they may have communicated telepathically as both women broke into a smile at the same time.

I don’t think I was on the same wavelength as them although I guessed their party would be a very adult affair and bored with the minimal conversation Bryn and I tossed a beachball between us and began, in just our underwear, play football on their garden.

Somehow, I didn’t think they played ball with their other guests.

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I hope everyone is still enjoying these characters. I don’t really know where exactly I’m headed with their story, I’m just making it up as I go. I’m open to feedback and at least considering any ideas people have for the story. Just let me know in the comments.

Will struggled to avoid speeding as he drove them back to his place. Especially since Chloe kept rubbing his thigh and grabbing his cock through his pants. Whenever he tried to touch her thigh she wouldn’t let him and swat his hands away, telling him he needed to keep both hands on the wheel, then she would immediately go back to teasing him.

He managed to get them home without any accidents, either in his pants or on the road, quickly grabbing her overnight bag and dumping it on the floor next to the couch. As soon as the door was closed Will tried to take Chloe in his arms and kiss her, but she instead shoved him onto the couch. She hiked up her dress and sat on his lap. She put her arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeply.

Will ran his hands up and down her thighs and as much of her ass as he could reach, squeezing and giving her a gentle little spank here and there.

Chloe began to suck on Will’s tongue, placing her hand on his chin, turning his head up so she could hover over him, raised up on her knees, moving her head similar to how she sucked his dick. It was slow and sensual and it drove Will crazy. Wil reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy over her dress. He loved the way the soft, thin fabric felt between them. Chloe started to make little noises as he rubbed her but never stopped sucking his tongue.

Several minutes later, she sat back down on him, breaking the kiss, and said, “I have some things I want to show you.”

Chloe moved off of him and knelt at his feet. She reached over and grabbed her overnight bag. She took out several items and showed them to him one by one.

The first item she held up was a butt plug. It was a medium-sized plug and it was pink and seemed to also have a vibration function, given that it had a covered USB C port on the bottom end.

“This is for me. I’ve always wanted one, but I didn’t think it would be much fun to use alone. You can put it in me whenever you want. It vibrates and actually has an app you can download so you can control the intensity, but there’s also a default mode in case you don’t want to mess with that. I also bought one a bit bigger for me too.” She held up another pink plug of the same brand.

“This one is for you,” She held up what looked like a beaded rubber cock ring that had a small bulge on either side of it. It also had a string of marble-sized rubber beads attached to the small bulges and grew out of it like a tail. The end of the string had a bulge the same size and shape as the two on the ring. She handed it to him. It was made of soft blue rubber and he could now tell that all three bulges were tiny vibrators.

“What is this? And how does it work?” He asked a bit apprehensively.

“It’s called the Scorpion or something. I already threw the packaging away. It’s like a cock ring. It goes around your cock and balls and the tail part goes in your ass to stimulate your prostate. The little things on it are vibrators. It has good reviews. She demonstrated with her hand how it would fit on him. “I want to put it around your balls and the tail in your ass while I give you head to give you the greatest prostate orgasm ever,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“That thing looks dangerous. And I’ve never had anything up my ass. Other than your finger, anyway.”

“Trust me. You’ll love it.”

She reached back into her bag and pulled out what looked like a large black ring. Though it was wide and contoured. He couldn’t quite figure out what it would be used for.

“This is for you too. Well. For me. But for you too. It’s also like a cock ring, but it goes around your balls. It’s heavy so it’ll stretch you a bit, forcing your balls to the bottom of your sack. It’s also contoured for comfort. It’s not just ring-shaped. And it has a little ring on it to attach this,” she said as she pulled out a long, thin strip of leather.

It was a leash. What the hell? Will thought.

‘You want to put a collar and a leash on my balls?” Will asked a bit skeptically.

“Mmhmmm,” Chloe said, biting her lip and smiling. “I have some things I want to try,” was all she would say.

She reached back into her bag and pulled out a bundle of straps and rings. “These are for me. One is a ball gag and the other is a ring gag so you can prop my mouth open and fuck my throat,” she said matter of factly.

Will’s mouth fell open at that, but Chloe just carried on before he could say anything.

“These will probably be mostly for me, but who knows?” She said with a coy smile as she pulled out two pairs of padded handcuffs.

“Those should be fun,” Will said, ideas already running through his head.

“I agree!”

Chloe then pulled out several other things in quick succession. A small travesti istanbul leather paddle, a small vibrator, and what looked to be some sort of body harness meant to secure the wearer’s hands behind their back.

“Jesus, Chloe. I thought that was an overnight bag. Are there even any clothes in there? Where did you get all of this stuff? Same place you got your choker, I guess?” Will said in astonishment at all of the toys she had crammed into her bag.

She laughed. “Yeah, I got them all at the same time. I made washed them and made sure they all work. The leather is high quality too. My friend gave me a good discount.”

“I would hope so. It looks like you spent a small fortune in one go,” he chuckled.

“Well, there’s lots of stuff I want to try with you and I want to get started already,” she somewhat defensively.

And with that, Chloe reached for his belt and began taking off his pants. Once they were off and across the room, Chloe, still on her knees, moved closer. She began to rub her hands over his growing bulge. She ran her hands up his thighs and the leg openings of his boxers. She kissed his inner thighs, slowly moving up. She kissed and nuzzled his bulge over his boxers, making noises of pleasure and contentment.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day, Will,” she said. “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

At last, she pulled his boxers down to expose his clean-shaven cock and balls.

She immediately went to his balls, kissing and sucking on them while she slowly stroked his cock. She licked his sack, occasionally taking his scrotum gently between her teeth and pulling upward.

Will, trying to keep his breathing even, said, “That feels so good, Chloe. You’ve barely touched my cock and I almost feel like I can’t hold it in anymore.”

“No, baby. Not yet I want to play with you some more,” she said in a low, husky voice.

She rose more on her knees and began to lick his cock from his balls to the tip, swirling her tongue around the head. She kissed and sucked on the sensitive underside of the head of his cock, taking his frenulum in her mouth and sucking. She sucked in as much of it as she could and swirled her tongue around it as she sucked.

Will hissed and moaned, forcing himself to keep his hips still as she worked him.

When she finally put his cock in her mouth, Will nearly came. Chloe sensed this and grabbed the base of his ball sack. Not too hard, but gently. She focused on the head of his cock, sucking on the tip. She held his balls with one hand and stroked him with the other. Her hand moved up and down his saliva-slick shaft, from his balls to where her lips rested at the tip.

She never went down his cock more than halfway. Working only the top half of his cock.

After a couple of minutes of this, she took his cock out of his mouth and rested it on her lips. She looked him in the eye and said, “I can’t do it. I can’t go all the way down…I think I need some help.” Will could feel her lips moving on the sensitive underside of his cock head as she spoke a pouting look in her eyes, but they also had a mischievous glint in them.

Will sat up and reached forward, he grabbed a fist full of her hair and gently squeezed at the back of her head, and moved her head onto his cock. She hissed and made sounds of pleasure as he moved her mouth onto his dick.

He did several quick, but shallow movements of his arm, allowing her to prepare herself before forcing her all the way day. She looked up at him, head still bobbing as if to ask, “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Okay, then. Will pushed her all the way down until he could feel her chin on his balls and held her there for several seconds. He knew once she got warmed up her gag reflex was virtually non-existent. He pulled her all the way off of his cock, “Wha-” she started to say, before Will abruptly forced her all the way back down, balls to her chin. He bobbed her head there for several seconds, before pulling her back up to the tip and plugging her back down. He did this over and over again, pulling her up and forcing her down as far as she would go. Sometimes, when he was fully in her throat, she would gently shake her head back and forth, stimulating his cock deep in her throat.

She seemed to have mastered swallowing while she was completely deepthoating him too. He couldn’t believe she was able to fit his entire length and girth down her throat and still be able to move her tongue. He was surprised every time she licked his balls while deepthroating him.

He didn’t know how he held out this long. Maybe because he was focused on forcing her to deepthroat him without actually hurting her, but he couldn’t hold out any longer. He could feel his balls trying to tighten up, trying to rise up in Chloe’s grip. She seemed to be able to feel it too because she gently squeezed and pulled just before his orgasm started, choking it off, as she gazed into his eyes, wanting to see his face as she tormented him. She didn’t do it istanbul travestileri as roughly as she had before, this was more delicate, and it seemed to be more loving if Will was judging correctly by the look in her eyes, but it was just as effective.

“ARRGG!” Will grunted as his orgasm was abruptly halted. His hips bucked and rolled, but Chloe never let him out of her throat and she kept a firm, but gentle hold of his balls. Every time she did this he was surprised at its effectiveness of it. It hurt quite a bit, but he stayed hard every time.

Will collapsed onto the couch, exhausted. “Fuck. That never gets easier. It’s painful but so good. Jesus.”

“Mmhmm. I know, baby. I know. I’m doing it for you, though. So you’ll have a more powerful orgasm later,” she said, finally letting him free of her throat, though she kissed his cock all over as she spoke.

“I have one more surprise for you. At least for the moment.” She let go of his cock and balls and reached into her bag once more. She came out with a collar. It was about an inch wide, wider than her choker. And it had a large metal ring on the front. Chloe reached up and pulled off her choker, placing it on the coffee table next to the couch. She set the collar on his lap.

“Put it on me, please?” She said. She was still on her knees, hands resting on her thighs, back straight, chin lifted and exposing her neck.

Will picked it up and reached around her neck, running the collar between her neck and hair. He fastened it and leaned back, getting a good look at it. On the left side of the ring, it said ‘use me’ in pink cursive that matched her choker. On the other side of the ring, it said, ‘I swallow’.

“Do you like it?” Chloe asked, demurely. She still had her hands in her lap, and she was looking up at him through her eyelashes.

“Yes,” was all Will could say. He couldn’t help himself, he grabbed her by the collar and brought her in for a kiss. He kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue into her mouth as she tried to force hers into his. She cupped his balls gently again and began to stroke him quickly as they kissed.

Between breathless kisses, Chloe said, “I’m yours, Will. I want you to use me however you want. You can do whatever you want to me, okay? I want it. You’re in control, Will. Just use me.”

She was turning him on so much. The collar, her stroking, and her words were more than he could bear. He grabbed her hand to make her stop stroking him and she looked down, but Will lifted her gaze to his with a knuckle under her chin.

“From now on, whenever you’re wearing this collar you are to call me sir or master. If there’s something else you want to call me, that’s fine, but for now, you will call me sir or master, understood?” Will said.

Chloe, eyes wide and watery, nodded and said, “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” Will said, and kissed her quickly on the lips before taking a handful of her hair again and forcing his cock down her throat. Chloe complied eagerly, he almost couldn’t keep up with her enthusiasm and eventually let her hair go. He sat back and relaxed, enjoying her mouth on his cock, enjoying the view of her taking all of him into her throat. He eagerly waited for the occasional flash of her substantial cleavage whenever she rose to the tip of his cock.

After about five minutes of mind-numbing blowjob, Will could feel his orgasm building again. He felt his balls tightening and this time he tried to give it away in any other way. He kept his breathing slow, didn’t move his hips, and didn’t make any noise. Still, Chloe seemed to know exactly when she needed to squeeze and pull. She choked off yet another orgasm the same way she had before. Gently, but effectively.

Will grunted and cursed. Chloe made reassuring noises, “Shh, shh, shh, baby. It’s ok. That’s the last time. I just want you to cum really hard next time. Shh, shh, shh. I’m going to make you feel better, I promise, baby. I want you to give me a nice big load, too. I’m going to make sure it’s nice and big and I’ll take it all down my throat for you.” she cooed.

Once Will settled down, he sat up and reached for her collar, “God damn girl,” he growled, pulling her into a kiss. “You’re going to get it. Ohhh, you’re going to fuckin’ get it later,” Will half laughed, half winced.

“Promise?”

“Oh, I promise. And then some. You might regret it.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I thought you said you wanted me to be in control, anyway?”

“What do you mean, sir?” Chloe asked, eyes wide with innocence as she stroked him and licked the tip of his dick. ‘You are in charge,” she said in a demure tone.

“Oh, you are such a bad girl,” Will said, before grabbing her head and forcing her mouth onto his cock. He could feel himself deep in her throat as his balls touched her chin. He moved her head up and down on his cock for several minutes, demonstrating for once that he was in control.

Once he let her up, Chloe spoke.

“I love the way you feel in my throat, sir. istanbul travesti I want to use one of the toys on you, now, okay? I want to give you a prostate massage. I promise the orgasms will be mind-blowing.”

Will slumped back onto the couch, exhausted again. He may have been controlling the blowjob, but he had been struggling against cumming the entire time in an attempt to show he was really in charge.

“Okay,” was all he said.

Chloe reached into her bag and pulled out the beaded toy with the tail. She secured the ring portion around his balls. Chloe quickly deepthroated him several times, coating his cock in thick saliva. Then she stuck bent down and captured his balls into her mouth and sucked, coating them in saliva too. She stuck out her tongue and licked his perineum, before taking his balls out of her mouth and sucking up the tail of the toy, coating that in her saliva too.

“Are you ready, sir?” She asked.

“Yeah, I trust you, Chloe,” Will said.

Chloe’s eyes widened and became watery again. She held him with her beautiful green eyes for several seconds before enthusiastically attacking his cock with her mouth. She passionately deepthroated him several times before finally slowing.

Will heard a humming noise as she turned on the vibrator at the end of the tail. She took his cock into her mouth again, slowly moving up and down his length. At the same time, she found his asshole with the vibrator, gently circling and rubbing her saliva all over his asshole.

It felt incredible. Will moaned and leaned back, raising his legs to get her better access.

Slowly, Chloe inserted the tip of the vibrator. She made sure to go slow and keep him well-lubricated with saliva. Will couldn’t believe how good it felt and it wasn’t even all the way in yet. He wondered what it would feel like when it finally touched his prostate.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Chloe got the tiny vibrator fully inserted into his ass. She let go of it then, letting the tail hang from his balls to his ass. Will suddenly felt a jolt around his balls as she turned on both vibrators on the ring at the same time.

“Arg! Holy fuck! That’s intense!” Will exclaimed.

Chloe just smiled and laughed throatily as she began to suck his cock again. She used both hands on his cock now, stroking, twisting, turning, as she sucked him, but never letting him reach orgasm. She always stopped well before it would build up enough to release.

After a few minutes, she began to insert more of the beads into Will’s ass, forcing the vibrator deeper into him. She got about four beads in when Will suddenly jerked and moaned loudly.

“Yess, baby,” she hissed. “There it is. Right on your prostate. Now I can milk you for all you have. Your balls are so heavy with cum. You need release so badly. Let me take care of you, Will. I want to take care of you like a good girl.”

“Yes, Chloe. I need to cum so bad it hurts. I’m going to cum so much, I can feel it. The vibrator on my prostate feels so good I can’t hold it anymore!” He yelled.

“Cum, Will, cum. Don’t hold it. Just cum for me,” Chloe encouraged.

Just as he was about to cum, Chloe took his entire length into her throat, using one hand to stroke him in the same motion. She grabbed his balls again, but instead of squeezing and pulling, she cupped them gently and massaged them, coaxing her prize out.

With that, Will let out a roar that tore from his throat, he felt like his cock and balls were going to explode and they certainly did, in a way. Cum exploded out of the tip of his cock, he couldn’t be sure how much it was, because Chloe still had him buried deep in her throat, but his cock pumped and throbbed longer than it ever had before. He bucked and tossed his hips, but Chloe didn’t lose a beat. She held on to him, by his balls with her hand and by his cock with her throat. She would not be thrown loose. His orgasm was so powerful his vision narrowed, turning black around the edges. After what seemed like forever, Will slumped back onto the couch exhausted for the third time, his vision slowly clearing.

“I…can’t even explain…” He began but quickly gave up.

Chloe was still slowly sucking his cock. She knew he was extra sensitive right now, so she did it gently, lovingly. Making sure to get every drop out of him as she licked whatever small amount that didn’t go directly down her throat from the slit atop his dick.

“So it was good then?” Chloe said, smiling, nuzzling his balls now.

Will could only laugh. “Good doesn’t even come close. That was something else.”

“Good, baby. That’s what I was going for. This is going to be my new favorite toy, I know it,” she said, removing it from him.

She tucked it away and went back to lovingly sucking on his half-hard cock. She kissed and nuzzled his balls, never failing to lavish love and attention on them.

Will was still getting used to the two extreme ways Chloe behaved with his balls, pulling and squeezing them when she wanted to give him some pain and prolong his orgasm, and other times showering love and care on them to a degree he’d never experienced before, to the point of worshiping them, even. She seemed to truly love everything about them and Will couldn’t get enough of it.

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It was a hot summer’s day, and I had trotted over to the cooler and popped it open. Behind me, a bunch of other kids were running around after a soccer ball. A cool breeze hit me in the face as I cracked open a fresh bottle of Powerade and sipped it.

It was hard to believe that the summer was almost over. In less than a month, I’d be a high school senior. It was best to enjoy life now before I’d have to worry about applying for college and financial aid. The good report card that I had received from the last quarter had ensured that my parents wouldn’t hassle me about those things either.

Right now, I was at the park with a few friends playing some soccer. It was late afternoon, which was probably the best time of day to be outside without burning to death. If it weren’t for the heat, I’d have been out here all day.

“I’m telling you, Josh is a great winger,” a girl said as she jogged over towards me. “I keep telling him to try out for the JV team next year.”

“It was nice of you to show him those moves you learned at soccer camp,” I said.

“Yeah, he didn’t need it.”

Taylor grinned before going into the cooler, pulling out a bottled water, and pressing against her temple. She was a pretty girl with an athletic build, and her sweaty brown hair was styled in a French bob. I watched as she furtively studied the 8 people still playing soccer. She loved the sport to death.

That was one of the many things she and I had in common. Taylor Kuhn was one of my closest friends. She had moved here during our sophomore year from another state. In the two years of high school that we’d shared so far, we always had 3 or more classes together. Despite being the new girl, she had clicked instantly with both me and many of my other friends.

“Jess is looking especially bouncy today while she bounces that ball,” I said with an intentionally pervy smile.

“I hadn’t noticed,” Taylor lied, fighting to conceal her grin.

That was another thing we shared in common: girls. In addition to playing for the varsity girls soccer team at our high school, she also played for the OTHER team. I could casually talk with Taylor about girls that I wanted to bang as easily as I did with my guy friends. Seeing Jess Miller running around in the field with her nice butt and blonde ponytail was a treat. I knew that she was exactly Taylor’s type.

Taylor unashamedly grabbed the crotch of her shorts and adjusted them. “My balls itch,” she complained.

Yes, you heard that part correctly.

Yet again, Taylor and I had another thing in common: we both had male genitalia. She was a futanari, having been born with the nethers of both genders. I wasn’t worried about our friends hearing what she had said, they already knew.

During her first year at our school, Taylor had been in a relationship with another girl. It wasn’t long before the entire school became aware of her…unique physiology. Needless to say, our classmates had the typical range of reactions to the news such as shock, awe, indifference, disgust, and admiration.

Since then, Taylor had enjoyed relationships with many girls, and a few boys, too. She had no problem with being a futanari, and the small army of friends she had didn’t have a problem with it either. The fact that she was also one of the best players on the varsity girls’ soccer team also helped her popularity.

It suddenly got cloudy, and we heard the rumble of thunder. Our friends ran off the soccer field and grabbed their belongings. We all hurried to the parking lot, hoping to reach our cars before the rain fell.

“Are we all going to Denny’s?” Eric asked.

“I can’t,” said Jess. “I have to get home and grab a shower before my grandma comes over for dinner.”

Most of our group couldn’t make it either for various reasons. Leaving just me and Taylor free for the remainder of the day. Before we could discuss hanging out tomorrow, the rain forced us all to disperse. I ran with Taylor to her car, helping her toss the cooler into her trunk before getting into the vehicle.

In addition to being good friends, we also had our birthdays a day apart, with hers being on June 13th and mine the day after. But while I had gotten just some clothes and cash, she’d gotten 1984 Ford Mustang GT. Despite the humiliation of being 18 years old, licensed, and not having a car, I was glad to have Taylor as a friend who was more than happy to give me a ride.

We sat together in the car, completely soaked, watching the rain fall harder than it did five minutes ago. I pulled out my smart phone, relieved that it was still working despite having gotten a bit wet. The time read 4:30 PM.

“Well, we could always get Denny’s ourselves and then see a movie,” I offered. “It’s still pretty early.”

“I got some frozen pizza at my house,” Taylor offered. “Let’s crash at my place for a bit.”

“Sure.”

Taylor turned the engine over and drove carefully through the rain. I was amazed that I was going to her house. Despite being istanbul travesti really good friends, I really didn’t know much about her family or where she lived for that matter. Whenever we hung out after school, it was usually at the house of a mutual friend or someplace like the mall or a restaurant. As we talked, I tried to rack my brain for the last time I had even met one of her parents.

Taylor didn’t have any social media accounts, stating often that they were full of poisonous drama. I, for one, couldn’t really argue with that assessment. It was interesting to think that I would soon be seeing where she lived for the first time.

About 40 minutes later, we found ourselves way out of town in a rural area far north of the park. She took us down an old, paved road with a heavy tree canopy. We stopped in front of a large iron gate, and she pushed a transponder on her sun visor. The gate slid to the side to admit us.

“Golly, you live far,” I remarked. “Is this the place where they filmed those Tarzan movies?”

“Sure is. That’s why I have a monkey in my front passenger seat,” she quipped.

I bowed in deference to her comeback. When I looked forward out of the windshield, my eyes goggled as we came up to what I assumed was Taylor’s house. The car rolled up to what I could only describe as a mansion.

“THIS IS WHERE YOU LIVE?!” I yelped.

“That reaction never gets old,” Taylor muttered.

Taylor pulled the car around to one of the biggest garages that I had ever seen. Her old car looked so out of place parked next to the BMW, Land Rover, and Porsche already parked inside. We got out of the car, and I followed her into the house. We passed a number of opulent rooms, which made me feel like I was in some kind of luxury hotel. I felt out of place being still garbed in my grimy, rain-soaked clothes from the park.

“Will your mom be upset with us tracking dirt and water through her house?” I asked.

Taylor stopped walking and looked at me. “I guess you’re right. We should get cleaned up before we grab something to eat. Follow me.”

She led me through a number of hallways. I didn’t hear anything that would indicate that someone else was here besides us. We entered a laundry room that was so beautiful and spacious that my mother would kindly give me up to own it. It had a high ceiling, numerous shelves, cabinets, and even a couch and wall-mounted television.

Taylor stopped in front of the front-loading washing machine and kicked off her cleats. I followed suit and watched as she deposited both pairs into the nearby sink.

“We’ll let those air-dry for a few hours,” she said. “If I have to, I can toss them in the dryer.”

“That’s cool,” I said.

Taylor then peeled off her socks and tossed them into the washing machine, so I did the same. Then her shirt came off, so I got rid of mine as well. When she yanked down her shorts, I froze.

“Um, should I maybe wait until…” I stammered.

My thought processes came to a screeching halt after Taylor relieved herself of her sports bra and tossed it into the washer. She didn’t seem bothered by the fact that I couldn’t stop staring at her breasts. She then upped the ante by taking off her panties.

I guess I had always expected this day to come, ever since I learned that she was a futanari. Still, I had imagined that it would happen at the beach, or maybe during prom, but I knew one day that I would come face-to-face with her junk. My eyes instantly left her breasts and went to her crotch, where they were greeted of the sight of her penis and balls.

They actually looked similar to mine, except Taylor’s pubes were a much lighter shade of brown. She also had a longer shaft than I did, even though it was still flaccid. She snapped her fingers loudly to bring me out of my reverie.

“You okay there, buddy?” Taylor asked.

“Uh, yeah,” I breathed. “Just wasn’t prepared for the nudeness.”

“No worries, just pop the rest of your clothes inside and I’ll start the cycle.”

I took a deep breath as I removed what clothing I had left and handed them to my friend. She casually tossed the clothes into the wash, put in the detergent and fabric softener, and started the machine.

Taylor lifted her arm, sniffed her pit, and made a face. “I think my Lady Speed Stick is slowing down.”

“Well, we played hard today.”

“Follow me,” she said.

Once again, I followed her through the grandiose halls of her stately home. It’s one thing to walk through a mansion in dirty clothes, but it feels super weird doing it naked. I kept worrying that we’d run into a butler or maid, but no one encountered us during our sojourn.

We took a staircase to the second story, and after a few more minutes of walking, Taylor led me into a room. Seeing the textbooks, soccer gear, and trophies left no doubt that this was her bedroom. It looked like a fancy hotel room suite with its separate living room.

She then led me to the bathroom, which had a marble sink, and travesti istanbul a huge Roman bathtub with a faucet shaped like a cherub holding a vase. Taylor opened the door of large shower and turned on the water.

“Water’s good,” she said after a few minutes. “Come on.”

I voiced no objection as I followed her into the shower. She grabbed a bottle of body wash, squeezed a glob into her hand and then into mine. She lathered herself while talking to me casually as if it were just another hangout.

“I have deluxe, pepperoni, or three cheese,” she said. “Or, if you’re not in the mood for pizza, I could make some pancakes and bacon.”

“Pepperoni pizza is fine with me,” I said flatly.

“Great. I’m glad that my mom isn’t here; she always freaks out when I shower during a storm.”

While Taylor kept talking, I tried to calm myself from freaking out about being in a shower with a futanari. This wasn’t my first time being naked with a female, and I’d shared a shower with guys in the locker room before, but this felt like some weird mix of both. Oddly enough, as I lathered myself under the warm water, I felt a bit aroused.

I had always thought Taylor was kind of cute, even though she wore somewhat masculine clothing at school. Here in the shower, I was treated to her toned buttocks, full bush, and her average-sized, bell-shaped breasts. She then turned around and handed me the bottle of body wash.

“Hey, do my back for me,” she said.

“Okay.”

I squirted some body wash into my hands, rubbed them together, and began massaging it into her skin. She kept talking about soccer, the storm outside, and what would be on television. I’m not sure if it was the nudity, my close proximity to a naked female, or the sight of the suds running down her back, but something happened to make Taylor pause and suddenly whip her head back at me.

“Uh, you okay back there?” Taylor asked with a puzzled smile.

“Yeah, I’m listening,” I assured her.

“Okay, well your friend down there is interrupting our conversation.”

I looked down in horror to see that I was erect, with my glans poking Taylor in her left ass cheek. I pulled away and tried in vain to cover it with my hands. Taylor seemed to find the situation funny. She laughed as she turned around and shut the water off. I stood there blushing and wishing that I would dissolve and run into the drain.

“It’s okay, Carter,” she said. “I’m actually flattered. If we’re being honest, you’re probably the least shitty guy that I know, which is why I don’t feel weird about being naked around you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. A lot of the guys at school are only friends because they want me to make their dicks feel good, or make MY dick feel good. You, on the other hand, don’t try any of that shit.” She then walked up until her face was a few centimeters from mine. “So, I’m gonna try some shit.”

Taylor pressed her lips against mine while gently moving my hands away from my crotch. I instead used my hands to take her into my embrace. A moan escaped my lips as she grasped my dick and gently stroked it.

I cupped her firm buttocks while reciprocating her kiss. She offered no resistance as I slid my tongue into her mouth. It found hers quickly and we dueled within the confines of her maw.

Below, I felt something large poking me in the abdomen. I looked down and marveled as her erect penis greeted me with vein-throbbing vigor. I found myself somewhat impressed and a bit more aroused.

“Looks like your friend wants to join the party,” I said to Taylor.

“Why don’t we take this party to the bed?” She suggested.

“Good idea.”

We both exited the shower. Taylor tossed me a towel and I gave myself a quick dry job. Taylor crawled into bed, and as she was on her hands and knees, I could clearly see her vulva, which gave me some relief as to what I was about to do, though the experience was still quite new to me. She quickly rolled onto her back, just in time for me to leap upon her and resume our make out session.

Our hands traveled all over each other, squeezing breasts, chests, and loins with unbridled desire. More and more I felt strange about feeling a penis that didn’t belong to me. Though our moist skin was still a bit clammy in the air-conditioned room, our shared body heat was growing by the second.

To show Taylor that I wasn’t afraid of her male parts, I gently started to fondle her nuts. She mewled and gasped as I showed her the apparently well-received attentions that I usually gave myself. Even with my eyes fluttering, I could feel her rigid dick painting pre-cum onto my skin.

“Oh, yeah,” Taylor moaned. “Oh, yes. Touch me! Touch me more!”

She let out a cry as I bent down and took her right nipple into my mouth. She definitely liked that too, because she clutched my head with one hand and pulled it closer to her chest. I teased her hard nub with the tip of my tongue and drew circles on her areola.

While we were rolling around in the bed, I istanbul travestileri noticed a new smell coming into play. It was heady, a little pungent, but somewhat pleasant. It kind of reminded me of the smell of not wearing enough deodorant, but it wasn’t as offensive. For some strange reason, this smell was coming from Taylor, and it was making me hornier.

While I was playing with Taylor’s balls, my fingertips became aware of a large wetness beneath them. Reaching lower, my hand found Taylor’s wet pussy. As I stroked her moist nether lips, she broke off our kiss let out a loud moan.

“Oh, yeah!” Taylor cried as I sucked on her neck. “Don’t stop, please keep touching my pussy!”

I slipped a finger inside and she seemed to be so overwhelmed that she let go of my cock, but I didn’t mind. While she was on her back, I lay on my side, stroking her inner folds and teasing her clit with my fingertips. She had her hands above head, grasping the pillows and covers as she tried to weather the wonderful sensations from her womanhood.

It was weird seeing my friend with her eyes shut, her face red, and her mouth moaning. This was the same girl that wore a tuxedo to the sports banquet we had last year. This girl had poured half a bottle of Dasani over my head just last week as a joke, and now I had my fingers inside of her.

I then noticed her cock, wagging as I continued to pleasure her. I sat up and grabbed it with my free hand, finding the surface was already slick with Taylor’s pre-cum. I gave her a vigorous handjob and she clasped a hand over her eyes, clearly unprepared for this new feeling.

“Oh, Carter! Oh, yeah! Keep going! I love it when you stroke my cock!”

Part of me wanted to compliment her dick, but this was still too new for me. I kept going, smiling at the fact that I was giving my friend such pleasure. I started imagining that it was my dick that I was stroking, and Taylor seemed to like that. She grabbed both of her nipples and gave them a rough pinch. It seemed then that whatever musk she was putting out was getting stronger, because I was still rock hard.

“Oh, shit!” Taylor opened her eyes and looked at me. “Carter, I’m gonna cum! Oh, watch me cum! Oh, oh, OH! Mmmmm!”

I felt her pussy spasm and clinch around my fingers. Her entire body went stiff as a board. Within my grasp, Taylor’s dick spurted out yellowish-white slime that stained both her abdomen and my fist. Once she was done, I took my hands off of her and lounged on my side while I watched her come down from her orgasm.

She was panting hard, a hand over her eyes, and her nipples throbbing. I said nothing, wanting to give her the ample time to recover. It didn’t take long for her to remove her hand from her face and look at me with a smile.

“Thanks, partner,” she breathed.

“Don’t mention it,” I told her.

“Why? You didn’t like that?”

“No, no!” I stammered. “I liked that a lot, believe me. I was saying…”

“Relax, dumbass. I’m messing with you.” She sat up and surveyed her excretions. “Whew! I sure made a mess. I haven’t cum like that in while. Let’s go downstairs and get something to eat.”

She got out of bed and went into the bathroom, using a wet washcloth to clean herself. I washed my hands and looked down at my dick, which was still uncomfortably hard. Taylor gave me some of her clothes to wear and we went down to the kitchen. She put a frozen pizza in the oven and then we went to the laundry room to throw our clothes in the dryer. When the pizza was done, she led me to one of the many living rooms, where we watched a few hours of television.

“It’s getting late,” I said with a yawn. “You mind giving me a ride home?”

“Not in that weather,” Taylor said, nodding towards the window. Even though it was dark, there was still a torrential downpour raging outside. “Why not crash here?”

“Sure,” I replied. “Let me text my folks.”

As expected, my parents had no problem whatsoever with my staying the night; Taylor was well-liked by my family. Around midnight, we both decided to call it a night. We took our dishes to the kitchen and washed them, retrieved our clean laundry, and then headed upstairs.

“So, you have a guest room where I can crash?” I asked her.

“Yeah, but you can just kick it in my room,” she said.

“Thanks,” I said, though I was thrilled to be spending the night with one of my best friends. It was still so strange to me. Before this, I had barely considered her as a potential sexual prospect. Taylor wasn’t bad looking, but many other girls at school ranked higher on my Bang List.

Once inside, I put my folded laundry on the couch and followed Taylor to her bed. She wasted no time in hoisting her shirt over her head and tossing it aside. She removed the rest of her clothes and climbed into the bed. I followed her lead and denuded before joining her.

“Good night,” she said to me before rolling over.

“Night,” I replied, trying to hide my disappointment. I was so confused, thinking that we were going to pick up where we left off. It was so weird, being naked and in the same bed with her, but just going to sleep. I gave my boner a mental apology followed with a promise that we’d knock one out once we got home.

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Tuesday, October 19

“Is this Charlotte?”

“This is… Char… yeah. Me.” Charlotte had just finished masturbating 15 seconds or so to the memories of the previous night, before her phone began to ring.

“This is Doctor Cronin.” She didn’t recognize the name. This wasn’t the grumpy man that talked over her the previous day. “I’m from St. Rose Hospital. We processed your blood panel. Do you have a moment to talk about your test results?”

“Yeah, is everything okay?” Her heart raced as picked her hairbrush up and moved into the bathroom, putting the phone on speaker.

“So, the pregnancy test came back negative.”

“Good. But why do I feel like there’s more?” She asked, popping a birth control pill into her mouth

“We’d like to have you in for more tests and questions sometime tomorrow for a couple hours. We noticed some interesting hormone levels that we would like to run more specific diagnostics on. We’d like for you to come in tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow? That might not work so well. I have –“

“There will be compensation. We’re conducting research on cases like yours and your participation could be invaluable to many people.”

“Am I at risk in any way?”

“Probably not. But that’s exactly why we’d like you in as soon as possible.”

“Okay, I can come in around 9AM, I suppose.”

“Thanks for your understanding, Charlotte. And your discretion is appreciated with this.”

“Discretion? Isn’t that your job?”

“We’d also advise excessive stimulation, in the meantime,” he said, ignoring the pointed question, “to avoid… potentially dangerous hormonal imbalances.”

“Stimulation?” She didn’t like the way he phrased that last part.

“Sex and masturbation.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“Unfortunately, no. It’s just a precaution. And we’ll talk about compensation amounts after we run some quick tests.”

“That was going to be my next question.”

“Thanks for your understanding. Just get here when you can. Say you’re there for Doctor Cronin and they’ll take you as a walk-in.”

Annoyed, she slipped on some of her looser jean shorts that had a bit of stretch to them, since the ones Derek returned her seemed to no longer be a viable option. It must have been bloating from whatever the heck was going on with her body. She removed the breast pump cups and emptied them into a half-gallon milk jug she’d been using, since Kim hadn’t returned her pitcher yet. The jug was full despite her having started filling it only the previous day, so she poured the rest into a mason jar and stored it in the fridge. She carefully placed the jug into her large, white, vinyl purse. A surprise for Kim, she thought, smiling.

None of her bras fit anymore, so she put on an oversized mint-colored shirt that had some thickness to it, not caring if she looked frumpy today.

* * *

When Charlotte got to the tea shop, Kim was already standing in line. As she approached, she already regretted skipping on attempting to pull one of her undersized sports bras over her bust, since her shirt was rubbing on her nipples with each step. She had just pumped, so she should be fine for at least an hour, she hoped.

Kim was wearing stylish pink denim shorts with a baby blue shirt tucked into it. Her stance seemed uneasy, constantly adjusting her shorts and re-tucking her shirt. As Charlotte neared the door, she noticed the shorts hugged her thighs so that they bulged beyond the fabric slightly, accentuating her softness. Looking down, Charlotte realized her own shorts, which only extended slightly below the bottom of her shirt, were doing the same thing.

“Boo!” she said as she got in line behind her, prompting Kim to turn around. Charlotte’s gray eyes widened. Kim’s boobs were very clearly a size or two larger, and the spillage of her bust over the cups was visible through her shirt, a struggle Charlotte had grown to understand quite well. “O-oh. I guess I should have said ‘boob’.”

“That was lame even by your standards, Lottie.” Kim furrowed her brows and looked down. “Are my boobs that much bigger?” She asked without a modicum of discreetness, drawing a glance or two.

“…No?” Looking her friend up and down, Charlotte supposed she was maybe a bit softer all over — her butt and thighs had seemingly grown overnight, and she had a bit more of a muffin-top than normal, but the bulk of the growth was in her chest. Charlotte felt a tinge between her thighs, but didn’t comment further.

“You’re a terrible liar,” she said, re-tucking her shirt after adjusting her gorgeous hair that just barely touched her shoulders. “I mean, it’s pretty obvious why this happened, right?” Kim finished her order and Charlotte placed hers, both of them sitting across from each other at a table.

“I’m so, so sorry, Kim. It was my… you know…”

“Sorry? No. Don’t be sorry. I freaking love it.”

“What?!”

“Sorry, not sorry.”

“That’s… I mean, that’s great.” Charlotte’s heart skipped a beat istanbul travesti as she marveled at her friend’s confidence in her own body, envying it, somewhat, remembering her own small freakout she’d had at her jeans being too small. The subject of growth reminded her of how big she’d been filled last night, making her own heartbeat palpable between her thighs.

“I just need to use restraint now, so I don’t have to constantly buy new clothes, which is going to be the hard part. I don’t have any money, ya know.”

Kim curled her finger towards her friend, prompting her to lean in across the table. Quiet as a mouse, she said into her ear. “I am so, so horny right now. Can we please go somewhere after this?”

Charlotte audibly gasped. “What? No, I mean, I have class. Like, classroom class, not classiness class. Though I’d like to think –“

“I flustered you, didn’t I? You always use more words when you’re anxious.”

“No… I just…”

Kim pointed across the table to her shirt, which had small lines of wetness on the mint fabric. “Do you need someone to take care of that?”

“Ugh, what? I JUST–” she stopped herself, realizing how loud she was being. “I just pumped before I left,” she repeated, quietly.

“You’re horny,” she said, a little too loudly. “That happens as soon as you get turned on.”

“Of course I am,” she said, equal parts regular frustration and sexual frustration.

Kim got up, smoothly made a 180, and walked to the bathroom, hips swaying intentionally in her tight pink shorts, and with one palm on the handle, she turned her head and gave Charlotte a side eye and a smirk — a look that felt like it stopped time, briefly. She picked up her purse and checked to make sure nobody was watching and followed her inside. She remembered the phone call with her doctor, advising her to abstain from sex, and she decided once more wouldn’t make much more of a difference, when she’d been either having sex or masturbating nonstop for almost two weeks.

“Oh my god,” Kim said in a hushed breath as the door closed, locking it behind them. “You’re getting bigger too, aren’t you? It’s not just that you’re lactating.” Her shorts were unbuttoned and her hand down her panties already. With her free hand, she lifted Charlotte’s shirt up almost violently, exposing a braless nipple that she immediately brought to her mouth while Charlotte leaned back against some metal shelving.

“Mmmmmhh…” Kim moaned immediately — the sound of an addict getting her fix. The feeling of eyelashes flitting against her breast was heavenly, and she felt her own hand move up to her other nipple, squeezing the firm, milk-engorged breast that was getting ever so-slightly bigger every day, even when completely drained. It was bigger than she could fit her entire hand around, which made her even more turned on as she expressed some of the milk by hand.

“No.” Kim’s hand grabbed her wrist. “We don’t waste any. I’m all out of the stuff I brought home yesterday.” Charlotte remembered the half-gallon in her bag that she was going to surprise Kim with, but it didn’t seem like the proper time to enable her habit. Plus, the feeling of longue and lips on her nipples was nearly bringing her to her knees — a paralyzing, euphoric sensation that she could nearly orgasm from by itself.

“Oh, Kim…” She moaned. “But… you said you need to … self control.” Her hand unbuttoned her own shorts as if it had a mind of its own despite her weak protests. She slid them to the floor, along with her panties, so that she wouldn’t soak straight through the front of them. Her fingers immediately began moving up and down her clit. Kim’s shorts remained on, as she probably had a hard time getting them on in the first place. Charlotte’s other nipple was dripping a small stream that Kim quickly licked up as she changed to the other side of her chest. Charlotte finally grabbed her drained breast as she masturbated with Kim.

Kim’s hands glided up and down the grooves in Charlotte’s slim back, resting on her shapely butt, her fingers softly digging into her warm flesh, eliciting a high-pitched moan that she tried to stifle. After Kim finished draining her other breast, Charlotte couldn’t hold out any more. As Kim wiped a drop of milk off of her lips, Charlotte’s hand scrambled for the vibrator she’d been keeping in her purse.

“You’re bringing that everyw– wait, is that…?” Kim grabbed the half gallon of milk, a frothy, creamy off-white that was certainly not regular cow’s milk.

“Oh, Kim, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. You already don’t fit –“

But her advice was ignored, Kim quickly wrenching the lid off with her hand and tilting the container up, breathily gulping down Charlotte’s breast milk straight from the jug.

“Kim, you shouldn’t…” she tried to gently lower the jug but Kim pushed her away. Charlotte looked at Kim’s body. She swore that her breasts were even bigger than earlier, threatening to completely spill over her undersized istanbul travestileri bra. Not only that — Kim’s stomach was filling out with every swallow of Charlotte’s sweet cream, pushing her shirt forward, stretching out the little bear graphic on the baby blue fabric. She stopped drinking to catch her breath and resumed fingering herself, her stomach, full and firm, bulging over her wrist and forearm, but she paid it no notice.

“Fuck, this is good stuff, Lottie,” she said, bringing the jug back up. Charlotte didn’t want to physically wrestle it out of her hand, and the part of her that loved the sight of her getting her milk fix stopped her from pushing the point too hard.

“You said that you didn’t want to outgrow all of your clothes…” she tried, weakly.

“I already have to buy new ones,” Kim said, catching her breath again. “Plus, how much more could this hurt?” Her pink shorts tightened around her, despite them being unbuttoned and unzipped. Her shirt no longer reached her waistline.

“Kim, you’re filling up! I mean, really getting bigger!” She said, her hands automatically reaching forward and feeling Kim’s swelling chest through her shirt. She could FEEL them getting bigger, each swallow of milk spilling them over the cups of her bra, millimeter by millimeter.

Kim had finished about half of the gallon when she removed it from her mouth with a loud sigh, licking her lips clean, catching her breath.

“Look. Please. In the mirror.” Charlotte begged, pointing, and Kim turned to face it.

“What in…” She trailed off, then quickly undid her own bra and threw it to the ground, letting her fuller breasts free from the underwire prison that was doing far more harm than good. Her soft blue shirt hugged her curves perfectly, her dark nipples obvious through her shirt, and the bottom of her belly poking out from underneath, looking as if she were suddenly in her second trimester. Her breasts, however, were nearing pornstar-size with a completely natural look, and spilling through her fingers as she lifted her shirt to grope herself.

“How is that even…” Charlotte began to wonder, half-moaning.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Kim rasped as she lifted the jug back to her lips, to Charlotte’s dismay. The sides of the jug collapsed as she sucked down most of what was left, in record time, beginning to really struggle to physically fit that much liquid in her stomach. She held her small hands to her gradually expanding stomach for a second. She stood there, digesting for a few moments, considering her limits before setting the jug on the sink.

“Come here,” pulling Charlotte to her, who had been looking on, still holding the vibrator to her clit and moaning at her friend plumping up before her eyes. Kim had a drunken look in her eyes, and was absolutely ravenous for her. The vibrator clattered to the floor and stopped as the two of them tangled in each other’s arms, kissing and moaning, tongues snaking around each other. She could feel Kim’s breasts growing against her own chest, squishing between the two of them like dough rising in fast-motion.

Kim’s hand traveled down the small of her back to her butt, and Kim’s hands did the same thing. She felt the tightening of the pink denim on her butt as her body swelled in response to Charlotte’s milk, both of them moaning louder and louder. The fabric audibly strained as her flesh pushed it to its limits, before finally stopping just shy of ripping. Charlotte’s hands explored her friend’s body as they made out, fingers softly digging into her soft hips, groping her thighs, caressing her ass in her painted-on shorts, careful not to start a rip in them, and paying extra attention to the pale breasts the size of small cantaloupes, with chocolate-colored nipples that were being shoved against her. They seemed to have stopped, or at least slowed their growth.

Charlotte threw her shirt off and moved behind her, grabbing, kneading, and pinching Kim’s unbelievably large tits “Look at how big you’re getting…” She said, looking over Kim’s shoulder into the mirror with her. “If you don’t stop, you’re going to have to order bras in custom sizes,” she said, teasing her. Charlotte pulled the baby blue shirt back down to see how it fared at covering Kim’s new size. The shirt was translucent from how much it stretched, dark nipples visible through the fabric. The bottom of it barely reached her belly button. Kim’s hand instantly wedged itself under her belly to rub her clit and grinded her ass against Charlotte. The sides of her shorts split. She was still growing. Charlotte massaged her heaving breasts as Kim tilted her head back against her shoulder. “You couldn’t stop, even if you wanted to, could you?” Charlotte teased, one hand moving to her friend’s smooth, round belly. She remembered how massive she’d gotten last night and resumed her masturbation as well. “Because you’re addicted.”

That apparently set her off, as Kim immediately grabbed the jug, finishing the couple inches of liquid travesti istanbul in the bottom, in a display of sheer willpower. She began to moan, louder and louder, her slit juices soaking her pink shorts as she began to climax. “Y-yeah– yes… yes! YES! I love your milk so much! I NEED it, Lottie!” Seeing the pure eroticism of Kim giving into her desires pushed Charlotte over the edge too, the two of them moaning in the bathroom, knees buckling as the two of them leaned against each other, Kim bracing herself with one hand around Kim and against the sink. The split on her shorts reached halfway up, and one more formed on the right buttock. Her belly surged forward more, and her breasts hung down a more, nipples level with the bottom of her ribcage. Charlotte’s meager G-cups that had been refilling with milk dripped against the back of Kim’s shirt.

When she caught her breath, Kim slowly turned around and they kissed passionately and slowly in their afterglow. Kim attempted more suckling, but was quickly stopped.

“I think you might have had enough for today.”

“I know, I know… I’m freaking huge. I just… I feel like I need it. I can’t explain,” Kim said, still panting. She looked down at her body. “I really need to stop. There’s no way I’m gonna fit any of my clothes now.”

Charlotte leaned over the sink and took a minute to squeeze the milk out as they talked. Eventually, when she finished, she put her clothes back on. “Oh come on,” she complained.

“What?!”

“These shorts are too small. Am I getting bigger, too?”

“Your stomach is as flat as ever,” Kim commented, squeezing her own belly that prevented her from buttoning her shorts. “But you definitely have a bit more of a booty. Count your blessings.”

“Aw, Kim, I love the way you look,” Charlotte said genuinely, tilting her friend’s chin up with one finger and giving her a kiss on the lips. She wasn’t sure if it was a trick of her proportions, but she swore Kim looked a bit shorter, too. She had to lean a smidge farther than normal.

“Really? I mean, I like it, but I figured you might not like me this way.”

“Uh. Yeah. I’d go another round if we didn’t need to get out of here before someone busts down this door.” She mentally estimated it had been about 15 minutes, and she was almost certain people had heard them. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement at that fact.

After the two of them got dressed the best they could, they looked at each other while standing in front of the closed door.

“I think we just need to grab our drinks, not make eye contact, and walk straight out,” Kim said, pulling her shirt down over herself as best as possible. There was nearly twice as much Kim leaving the bathroom as entering, she thought to herself.

They felt all eyes on them as they grabbed their drinks from the counter with an odd look from the teenage girl who made them and began the “walk of shame” to the exit, though it was probably safe to say that neither of them felt ashamed.

“Holy cow, look at them,” a guy whispered too loudly to his friend.

“‘Cow’ is right… is that an allergic reaction?”

“She smells good…”

The two girls held hands as they left, resolving to ignore the looks and whispers as they left.

“I think it’s safe to say we should probably find a new boba place,” Charlotte said, grinning.

“…Yeah,” Kim laughed, adjusting her shirt still. “It feels weird to walk with all this extra weight on me,” Kim said as they got to the parking lot. “Guess it’s time to go on a diet. One that doesn’t include Lottie milk.”

“Aww, really?” Charlotte whined, only half-joking.

“You really do like it, don’t you?”

“So do you.”

“So what if I do?”

“It turns out that I have the hots for shortstacks.” She remembered how she’d begun to tease Kim, and felt bad that she may have goaded her into drinking more.

“I need to go or I’m going to get even bigger before I get home.”

“I was… thinking the same thing.”

I already need to figure out what size I am now.” Kim then opened her car door and rifled through her belongings. “Which reminds me,” she said, tossing a soft measuring tape through the air to Charlotte, “I’ll send you a link on how to find your size. Or… we can do it together later.”

“Thanks,” she said, just blushing. She dug through her purse for her keys and remembered her vibrator. “Shoot, it broke,” she said, clicking it a few times and shaking the small silver bullet, to no avail.

“Aww. Well, I can order you another,” Kim said, “And we can go bra shopping later. You need help.”

“Hey!” Charlotte protested.

“Trust the fashion major. You do,” she teased.

“Fine…” She shook her head and smiled. “To be fair, there’s more variables at play now.”

The two of them waved goodbye, and Charlotte watched as Kim had to adjust her seat to account for her plumped features. They blew kisses before parting ways. Charlotte remembered the advice from the doctor she’d completely ignored. At the very least, it didn’t seem to be making her feel worse to keep having sex, she reasoned. Quite the opposite, really. She just had to get a handle on her studies. She took a sip of her strawberry milk tea and drove off.

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“New Mexican Hooker Maids”

by J.D. Savanyu

A hot summer night in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico. A small hick town named after a wacky 1950’s game show. A dry desert breeze wafted across the shallow Rio Grande in a glorious sunset, ruffling an American flag in front of the Cadillac Motel. A fancy name for a sleazy den of depravity. Pickup trucks were steadily arriving from Riverside Drive, pulling into a small parking lot beneath a flickering neon sign. Ten “undocumented” prostitutes from Old Mexico waited in the employee lounge, in tacky vintage French maid costumes.

“Maldita sea, odio estos estúpidos atuendos,” Camila Valentino whined in her native language. “Son demasiado cálidos para Nuevo México, y tan objetivantes. Las doncellas de verdad no las han usado desde los locos años veinte.” (Damn, I hate these stupid outfits. They’re too warm for New Mexico, and so objectifying. Real maids haven’t worn these since the roaring twenties.”

“Pero nuestros ‘clientes’ los aman,” Rosa Perez replied while adjusting her tight black dress with lacy white trim and a shiny white apron. “Pone a los hombres en un modo de juego de rol de fantasía, como uno de esos programas de anime con chicas disfrazadas de zorras.” (But our ‘clients’ love them. It puts men in a role playing fantasy mode, like one of those anime shows with slutty cosplay chicks.)

“Yo también odio el anime,” Camila grunted white putting on her black-and-white lacy housekeeper cap. “¿Por qué los chicos japoneses tienen que dibujar a todas las mujeres con enormes tetas, globos oculares gigantes y un rayo por cabello?” (I hate anime too. Why do Japanese guys have to draw every lady with huge tits, giant eyeballs, and lightning for hair?)

“El sexo vende, cariño. Y las mujeres realistas son un verdadero desvío.” (Sex sells, honey. And realistic women are a real turn-off.)

Gary Johson marched into the room with a perpetual slimy grin. The cliché pimp was decked out in a blue Brooks Brothers business suit to make him seem “respectable.”

“Aright ladies, this is the busiest time of the year, so you better clean up real fucking good. I want this motel looking spic-and-span tonight, if you catch my drift. ” (That white Irish dude assumed all Mexicans were uneducated hotheads.) “We got our first client of the evening in room 107. He looks like a real handful, so I’m giving him the hottest girl. Princess Camila.”

“Si, Senor Johnson,” she giggled with a rush of pride.

“Get your big juicy latinx ass over there, and bring home the bacon for daddy.”

“Si, Senor Johnson,” she giggled again. “I do right by you always.”

Camila adjusted her ridiculous costume and pushed a cart full of cleaning supplies that was just for show. The real illegal immigrant maids worked in the morning hours, in modern gender-neutral sky-blue uniforms. She left the dingy lounge and stepped out to a muggy night in Truth or Consequences. The neon sign of Pedro’s Discount Liquor gleamed on the other side of the Rio Grande, casting an eerie reflection on the water. The Cadillac Motel eerily resembled the Rosebud Motel in Schitt’s Creek, her favorite sitcom. Post-war prefab architecture at its low-bid worst.

Camila was a prostitute ever since she was eighteen down in Chihuahua, earning a thousand pesos a month. Below the definition of a “living wage” by American standards. Four years later, she was earning four times as much in dollars, and loving every minute of it. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for another wild night, then she knocked on the fading red door of room 107.

“Be there right quick, baby!” beamed a deep baritone voice. She looked through the thin white curtains and saw the outline of a tall man with a ten-gallon cowboy hat getting off the bed. A big smile spread across her face. She loved ranch dudes most of all.

“Howdy, senorita,” said the rugged blonde cowboy in standard longhorn herder attire, including a big belt buckle that was shaped like New Mexico, with a bold warning: “Don’t Mess with N.M.!”

“Howdy, senor. I am Camila the maid, at your service,” she replied with a thick Mexican accent.

“I could tell that from a mile away, darlin’. That French maid costume is fucking awesome.”

She giggled sweetly and batted her long eyelashes. “Muchas gracias.”

“Vous êtes la bienvenue, madame.” (You’re very welcome, madam.)

She giggled again. “Lo siento, I do not know any French words besides ‘oui-oui’ and ‘croissant.’

“That’s okay, querida. They never teach that frou-frou language down in Me-hee-co. That’s where you’re from, right?”

“Si senor, I am from Chihuahua. I sneak to America last year.” She bit her tongue, remembering istanbul travesti too late not tell any Johns that she ‘sneaked,’ because they might be undercover cops or I.C.E. Agents, putting the freeze on.

“A French maid from south of the border. Holy fuck,” the cowboy snickered. “Come on in, Camila. This motel room needs a good scrubbing.”

She stepped into a small crappy room with an old queen size bed and an “el cheapo” television set that was turned off. A laptop computer was turned on and playing a hardcore porn scene with Missy Martinez and Jordi El Nino Polla. Riding his dick in the reverse cowgirl position on a granite kitchen countertop, with fresh tropical fruit surrounding their naked bodies. Yummy. Camila tossed her hair again and flashed her best seductive grin.

“Business first, darling,” she said. “Two hundred for one hour, four hundred all night.”

“Of course, baby. I’m all about the Benjamins.” He pulled out his wallet and gave her two crisp hundred dollar bills. “I made a cool ten grand selling longhorns at the cattle market today, and I’m giving you a cut of the action. Here’s two hundred bucks for sixty minutes of heaven. “

Camila sniffed the crisp Franklins, savoring the bittersweet aroma of success. She put them in her cleaning cart and twiddled her long jet-black bangs.

“Now then, what should I scrub first?”

“You already know the answer to that question, mamacita.”

“Indeed I do, tu sexy vaquero.” (You sexy cowboy.)

He snickered sleazily and unfastened his novelty belt buckle. It hit the linoleum floor with a sharp thud, and his eight-inch dick soon sprang outward. Matching his macho personality. She dropped to her knees, licked her plump latina lips, adjusted her frilly French maid cap, and dove right in. Sucking that cowboy cock with well-trained precision while growling like a raging bull.

“Yee-ha! Daddy been riding the range so fucking hard, but you make it worth every fucking mile.”

She groaned louder against his man-meat, twisting her head while bobbing her torso back at forth at a steady clip. Not too fast, not too slow, with just the right amount of suction. Just like her pimp taught her; practicing during the sweltering hot afternoons on Gary Johnson’s johnson in his office, with walls full of Hustler centerfolds. She’d come a long way since blowing drug cartel bosses in barrio brothels. Reaching her true destiny in Truth or Consequences.

“I’m getting’ my money’s worth, bitch,” the cowboy grunted, dropping his warm country welcome act and revealing his true nature. “Get that big dick all the way in that pretty mouth.”

Camila let go of the base of the shaft and slowly moved her lips toward his hairy balls. Suspense was the secret to her success. She got just half an inch away from rock bottom before the gag reflex kicked in. He grabbed the back of her head and face-fucked the back of her throat, gagging her over and over and over. He finally stopped, and she pulled out with a loud gasp of exhiliration.

“Fuck yeah, maldita puta sucia!” (You dirty fucking whore!) “I love getting those big pretty eyes all bloodshot from gagging.”

“I fucking want more, maldito semental de los bosques!” (You fucking backwoods stud!)

She shoved his big manly penis back in her mouth and skull-fucked him willingly, gagging even more. He took off the rest of his rancher get-up, revealing an impressive set of muscles. The rough-riding buckaroo of her Wild West fantasies, ravaging a fair maiden from Me-hee-co.

“Damn cowgirl, you suck dick mighty fine. But let’s see how well you ride a big fucking stallion.”

“Saddle up, pardner,” she beamed; awkwardly imitating John Wayne. Not a minute too soon, because she was getting dizzy from all that gagging, and her knees were getting sore on that hard 1960’s tile floor. He dove onto the squeaky queen-size mattress and pointed his spit-soaked penis toward the water-stained ceiling of room 107. She took off her stupid french maid costume (except the frilly cap) and mounted him like the cowgirl she wished she was, sliding that big fat dick slowly up her big wet twat, savoring the building electric charge as it went deeper and deeper. She bobbed up and down at a moderate pace while he squeezed her d-cup breasts. She moaned pleasantly at the same tempo. Not obnoxiously, like most hookers and porn stars. Just loud enough to keep her clients focused on the task at hand. The task they paid their hard-earned money for.

“Fuck yeah, chiquita. I love call girls who make it last.”

“I do whatever you please, cowboy.”

“That’s right, you’re my ‘undocumented’ fuck slave. I bet you like it rough, like one of them gang bangers travesti istanbul back in Me-hee-co.”

“Si, senor. I love hard fucking men. Treat me rough, please.”

“Your wish is my command, bitch.”

He shoved her down to the mattress, then he stood up, hoisted her legs up to his shoulders, and pounded her pussy like hell. Making her whole body flap around like a ragdoll.

“¡Oh, Dios, sí, duro como la mierda! ¡Soy una chica mala, me lo merezco!” (Oh god yes, hard as fuck! I am bad girl, fucking deserving it!)

“Damn right you’re bad, you dirty devious maid. Crashing the border, selling your body, and dodging the tax man. Here’s your punishment, straight from Uncle Sam.”

He slammed her lean body down on the bed and slapped her big ass square and hard, making her shriek in painful pleasure.

“Fuck yeah, that big Mexican ass sound so good when I spank it.”

“Spank me harder, padre! Turn my ass fucking red!”

He spanked her harder, over and over and over. She lost count at fifteen; shrieking loudly and squeezing a lumpy pillow down to nothing. A minute later, the cowboy flipped her over roughly and slapped her tits and pussy with the same unbridled aggression (pun intended.) The stinging sensation mixed with endorphins, driving her insane. She pounded her fists against the drywall behind the bed, hearing the muffled moans of another fake maid, bouncing up and down in room 106.

He lifted up Camila’s legs and fucked her just as hard in the missionary position, making those big ol’ boobies spin round and round. Where they stop, don’t nobody know. He wrapped his strong hands gently around her throat and pounded her pussy even harder; sweating bullets on a muggy night in a room with an old air conditioner that barely worked. He nibbled every square inch of her big tits, adding more delightful pain to the mix. She loved rough sex with dominant men, and this cowboy was sending her to cloud nine.

He finally got his fill of alpha male aggression, letting go of her throat and glaring at her sweaty face with a wicked country boy smirk.

“Have you learned your lesson, you fucking whore?”

“Si, si! I learn well, Senor Cowboy. Like naughty country schoolgirl.”

“You deserve a little reward after your punishment. Some Magic Fingers should do the trick.”

“Fuck yeah. Buy me a massage with your cow cash.”

The cowboy picked up his wallet, pulled out a few quarters, and plunked them into a metal box next to the bed. The mattress started vibrating powerfully, sending a fresh wave of pleasure throughout her spank-sore body.

“Oh shit, that is muy bien!” she moaned while rubbing her clit in slow circles. “Oh mi maldito dios, I am so fucking horny! Fuck me hard again, please. Make more magic with your cowboy prick.”

“Fucking right I will. I ain’t got my money’s worth yet.”

He lifted her up in the air, slammed her face-down on the vibrating bed, and slammed her pussy with his prick. Feeling the full weight of his hulking frame with every thrust. His well-defined muscles strained and bulged against her delicate feminine body, literally bouncing off her wide hips. She reached underneath and masturbated as well as she could under those difficult conditions. She knew it wouldn’t take long for both of them to “ride off into the sunset.”

Her orgasm arrived promptly and massively, making her entire body shudder like an earthquake on that shaking bed. Her epic climax lasted nearly thirty seconds, as he kept fucking her with athletic abandon. Her loud moaning gradually subsided to dreamy murmuring. Drowning in total satisfaction, physically and emotionally. She didn’t have any real boyfriends in America yet, so she had to make the most of out these random emotionless transactional flings in a sleazy backwater motel. Turning nothing into something in her mind.

The cowboy pulled out a minute later and hoisted her up in the air yet again, like a WWE superstar. The craziest customer she ever had, and she couldn’t get enough. He bodyslammed her on the shaking mattress, and yanked her to a sitting position. He stood up on the bed and stroked his big dick at a rapid clip, aiming right between her big brown eyes.

“Wanna know the truth, querida?”

“Si, senor. Don’t fucking lie to me,” she replied, bracing herself for another messy facial treatment.

“You’re the best damn hooker I ever banged. That’s the truth.”

She groaned with another rush of sinful pride.

“And here’s the consequences!”

A powerful blast of hot splooge hit her right on the left eyeball. She yelped in pain, then moaned in pleasure as more and more covered the rest of her face and her black-and-white maid cap. It oozed istanbul travestileri down to her big throbbing tits, her flat toned belly, and her wet throbbing pussy. A tremendous load of man-milk, turning her into a giant glazed churro. He obviously hadn’t cum for at least five days; saving up to make this occasion truly special.

“God damn, you dirty fucking maid. You look like a farm slut at a barn bukkake.”

She giggled pleasantly while fingering some white stuff into her mouth. Lots of male pheremones to sweeten her happy ending.

“You ride cowgirls so fucking good, senor. Like Butch Cassidy in Wild West.”

“More like Billy the Kid. But I ain’t never been caught,” he remarked. He grabbed his wallet and pulled out another hundred dollar bill. “I’m giving you a big tip, baby. You fucking earned it.”

“Muchas gracias, senor,” she beamed. She took the Benjamin and put it next to the other two in a cart full of cleaning supplies that she never used.

“De nada, Princess Camila. I’m gonna come back next Saturday night, and break you in some more. Get you ready for the open range.”

“Please do. I will dream of you so much till then. No fucking lie.”

“You’ll be in my dreams too, baby. Hell, I might even hire you at my longhorn ranch. I could use a maid to clean things up, then clean me up.”

“Si, si. I would love to be your French New Mexican maid, scrubbing your floor and eating your croissant.”

She got dressed, left his room, and glided dreamily into the employee lounge of the Cadillac Motel. Five other maid whores were sitting there in frilly Frenchie costumes, watching Schitt’s Creek while waiting for clients to show up.

“Hola chicas, mi John me acaba de dar una propina de cien dólares,” she boasted. (Hey girls, my John just gave me a hundred dollar tip.)

“¿Me estás jodiendo?” Rosa sneered. (Are you shitting me?)

She pulled out her three Benjamins and waved them proudly. “Léelo y llora.” (Read it and weep.)

“Maldita sea, Camila, ojalá tuviera tu toque mágico y sexy,” said Guadalupe Alviar. (Damn, Camila, I wish I had your magic sexy touch.)

“Los celos hacen que el corazón se encariñe,” Camila beamed. (Jealousy makes the heart grow fonder.)

“Te apuesto cincuenta dólares a que puedo obtener una propina de cien dólares de mi próximo John,” boasted Evita Castillo. (I bet you fifty bucks that I can get a hundred dollar tip from my next John.)

“Estás encendida, perra. Estoy de humor para apostar,” Camila snickered. (You’re on, bitch. I’m in a gambling mood.)

A toilet flushed in the adjacent bathroom, then Gary Johnson entered the lounge while zipping up his blue Brook Brothers slacks. “Hey Princess Camila, ya got a royal tribute for me?”

“Si, si,” she beamed. “A nice chunk of change for big daddy.” She gave him one hundred, keeping her contractual share of a hundred fifty.

“Muchas gracias, mamacita,” he replied like the standard pompous pimp he was. He smacked her big juicy latinx ass through a black vintage skirt, making her yelp and laugh playfully.               “You love that rough stuff, Senorita Valentino. You’re the queen of the Nile, and nobody can deny.”

………………………………………..

Meanwhile, ten blocks away at the Truth or Consequences police headquarters, Sheriff Ellwood Lobo was sipping coffee and nibbling a glazed churro. Waiting impatiently for someone to break the law in that boring-ass town. He finally got up and went over to Peter Whitecloud to shoot the breeze. The tall Navajo deputy was cleaning his service pistol over an issue of Hustler’s Barely Legal; opened to a centerfold with Luna Star. Spreading her eighteen-year-old cunt lips nice and wide. Ellwood gazed at the pink folds of her vagina over Pete’s shoulder for a moment, then he cleared his throat.

“Hey Pete, you’re violating Section 284-D of the penal code. No pornography allowed in public buildings.”

“Since when were you a bible-thumping prude? You read Hustlers all the time in your office. Not to mention Cheri, Fox, Swank, and Juggs.”

“Yeah, well, it’s a slow crime day, so I’m cleaning up the shop. Put that shit away.”

“Fine, whatever,” Pete grumbled. He threw the dirty magazine into a desk drawer and checked the Crime Stoppers anonymous tip line on his computer.

“Hey boss, I got somethin’ real innarestin’ here. Someone claims there’s a prostitution ring running out of the old Cadillac Motel. A bunch of Mexican hookers in French maid costumes.”

“I’ll be damned. That’s my favorite part of Halloween, seeing those slutty ladies all dolled up like vintage housekeepers.”

“Halloween is three long months away, boss,” Pete remarked while twiddling his bushy native american moustache. “Want me to go over there and check out the situation?”

“No, that’s okay,” Sheriff Lobo replied, with a sleazy grin on his good ol’ boy face. “I’ll go over and ‘check ’em out’.”

To Be Continued…

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Tom’s level of excitement went through the roof as he feasted his eyes on the lovely KCTC assistant who had just contacted him, because like Kitty’s earlier message, this girl’s correspondence had been quite suggestive, with a bit of an authoritative tone thrown in for good measure. And the image of her dressed up so sexy really turned him on too!

Despite waiting so long to be contacted, he felt a need to respond to Kitty’s assistant promptly. So he composed a quick message to Brigitte thanking her for contacting him, acknowledging the appointment time and throwing in a quick compliment about how lovely she was (and how fabulous she looked) all dressed up in her office attire. He typed it once with quotes around the words “office attire”, but then he went back and removed the quotes, thinking that poking fun at this girl’s terminology might not come across very respectfully…

Anyway, after sending his response, he had work to do, and as he proceeded, his arousal started to subside even though he kept obsessively thinking about these two hot girls who had responded to his first message. While he reflected on what had happened so far, he realized that the initial contacts from both these women had made him feel almost like he was going to a job interview, or like he was being assessed in some way.

And that was a different feeling for him, because until that point, it was he who was doing the interviewing and assessing when dealing with business owners. But now, the tables were clearly being turned upside down on him somehow!

And as he thought about being made to wait the way they had, there was something about it that was really quite diabolical. After receiving Kitty’s initially encouraging response, one that triggered his predictable male desire for her, he had been made to wait with baited breath for more attention. But the wait was far longer than he expected, which really left him wondering whether they were doing it on purpose or if it was normal for their return response to take so long.

Finally, when the confusion was starting to drive him right out of his mind, he was rewarded with a new message, and this one was just a little more enticing. It used language that was slightly more suggestive and assertive, and it included an appointment time and more lovely imagery, this time with a picture of the glamorous assistant that had finally responded to him.

Needless to say, the offer of a personal interview appointment with Kitty served to arouse him very much, flip-flopping his frustration into sheer delight and nervous, excited anticipation. And as he experienced this wide range of emotion, again he couldn’t help but be curious if the communication style of these two ladies was intentional.

Either way, despite the frustration it caused him, there seemed to be something about it that he liked. And as he continued to think about it, he began to realize that this whole situation really was starting to take hold of him in a new way, and it was triggering something from deep inside him.

In any case, he had a difficult time falling asleep that night, with his mind fixating almost obsessively on the words and images of both of these enticing women who had responded to his original contact message with such sudden and surprising flirtatiousness. Finally, after drifting off, he awoke with some serious morning wood, so to speak, and he immediately began thinking more and more about the situation that he had been placed into by these girls. And he found that his erection took quite some time to begin calming down…

He could barely get any work done that day as he waited for his 6 o’clock appointment with Kitty, and he found himself rereading both messages from these lovely ladies, and of course, playing with himself while staring at every inch of them in their sexy pictures.

Still, after two weeks of this self-indulgent behavior, he found himself approaching orgasm much more quickly at that point, and out of respect for them he dutifully denied himself release, as if it was the right thing to do somehow.

Try as he might to focus on other things, he couldn’t seem to help himself from coming back to their messages, and he cycled through several rounds of fixating on their messages and pics, stroking his cock to full erection while doing so, and then stopping and letting himself calm down. And as it got to be later in the day, he had to force himself to stay away to try to stay calm before his date with Kitty approached.

Anyway, about an hour before his date, he saw a message come in with the subject “KCTC Appointment Delayed”. Despite the instant disappointment that started inside him the moment he read the subject of the message, he could feel his cock twitch and begin to stiffen at the same time. And that really surprised him, because it was obviously a message telling him he would have to wait some more before meeting Kitty. Also, it had been sent at pretty much the last minute, which seemed to be quite inconsiderate.

But istanbul travesti as he began reading, Tom found himself becoming very turned on again as Kitty’s “Tease Assistant” proceeded to give him some context around exactly what was going on. His disappointment at the delay of his meetup with Kitty changed quickly into a state of heightened arousal, and his hand fell to his pants as he continued to read it:

Dear Tom,

Miss Kitty asked me to write you and send you her sincere apologies, because unfortunately another commitment has arisen that has caused her to delay your appointment with her this evening. She wanted me to reassure you that she is definitely interested in meeting you sometime soon for your KCTC interview, but she is simply unable to do so tonight.

You will certainly understand that as a business owner she frequently does have a full schedule, with certain unpredictable responsibilities that can come up. Furthermore, as is the case on this occasion, her social calendar is very active as well. That should come as no surprise!

Tom, I’m sure you can appreciate the amount of attention that a girl like her enjoys on a personal level, particularly from men who find her appearance and personality to be attractive and exciting. And if you’ll forgive my boldness, I think it is only fair that I inform you that she does enjoy a certain amount of game-playing with regard to the men she attracts to her.

So when it comes to the guys on Miss Kitty’s radar at any given moment, she enjoys coaxing all of them into remaining available to her for the taking, just so she can have the pleasure of picking and choosing exactly whom will receive her feminine charms and when it will happen. And to make things even more fun for her (but more difficult for every guy in her little collection, I’m afraid), she likes to make all these decisions in a very spontaneous fashion, frequently on a whim.

The only guys lucky enough to engage her on more of a personal level than others are the ones that allow her this simple indulgence. If a guy can fully accept that she’s the kind of girl who simply adores keeping all her men dangling from her string for a while; if he can let her have her way and let her play her games with him, then he just might find himself being led further along into her more private and intimate affections…eventually.

Given those facts, I am unable to provide you with a new interview time with Miss Kitty just yet, but rest assured I will monitor her schedule and advise you of any openings. In the meantime, she has assigned me to correspond with you personally while you wait for an opportunity to meet her. It will be my pleasure to provide you with a bit of KCTC-style female-led entertainment, so to speak, and I will strive to make it an enjoyable experience for you!

Tom, perhaps at this time I should be even more direct and provide you with some additional context regarding your upcoming KCTC experience. To that end, I will simply state the following: in case it has escaped your attention, you should consider yourself forewarned that Kitty is exactly the type of girl referred to quite clearly in the name of our club.

In fact, each and every one of our lovely, enticing KCTC female employees also can be described using that one particular word, although they do have varying levels of skill and expertise in this highly specialized area of sexuality.

As for myself, I can tell you that I too take great pride in identifying myself in the category that I just mentioned, and I enjoy exploring certain aspects of the kinds of behaviors associated with that feminine role as well. So at this time I’m letting you know that future correspondence and personal interactions with me, assuming you are amenable to the idea of it, will involve a slow, methodical process of demonstrating some of the techniques to which I am referring.

Having said that much, I will not reveal anything more specific just yet about the details of the kinds of games that girls like us like to play with our men, nor will I feel a need to justify our behavior any further as your personal encounters with us continue to develop. With your cooperation of course, we will simply proceed to lure you further along into our introductory KCTC-sanctioned enticement processes.

If you are in acceptance of the fact to which I am referring to regarding Kitty’s and my personal proclivities, then I encourage you to simply play along with us as we take the lead in the process of attracting you to us. I can assure you it will be in your best interest to let us have our fun with you in this regard prior to either of us granting you the opportunity for more intimate in-person KCTC activities.

Tom, I will end this correspondence by informing you that at this time we do not require a response to this message, in fact we specifically request that you do not respond to it. Instead, you are to keep your eyes open for a follow-up message from us that travesti istanbul will include the beginning portion of the introductory questionnaire I mentioned previously. Your correct responses to the questions posed therein will determine your eligibility for future KCTC interactions.

I hope I have been quite clear with all of my statements and references so far.

Regards,

Brigitte Sherelle

KCTC Tease Assistant

Tom was practically panting like a dog when he finished reading Brigitte’s surprisingly long and brilliantly written message! The direct, brazenly seductive style of this new message thoroughly captivated him once again, and it seemed like each message from these girls was just a bit more encouraging, a bit more alluring. In addition, the formal, businesslike language blended with some totally blatant references to the assertive and controlling nature of these two hot girls continued to be incredibly fascinating to him…

And before he had barely any time to process the stunningly self-confident and unabashed statements that Brigitte had made to him, he suddenly noticed there was another post-script comment from her, and his heart pounded when he read it:

P.S. I’m sure you’ve heard of the term “casual Fridays”, so I thought you might like to know that our KCTC business office has a special dress code requirement for that particular day each week. Every Friday, each girl is required to amp up the sex appeal of her personal appearance by getting dolled up in particularly heavy makeup, sparkly jewelry and other accessories, and they are also required to select outfits that each of them considers to be among the hottest and most seductive ones in their private collections of attire.

We even have our own professional makeup artist come in on that day to assist with the KCTC Friday dress code and overall appearance requirement! In addition, we also have an extensive onsite wardrobe department to provide our ladies with the appropriate choices for their outfits, just in case they are in need of any additional options for more visually stimulating attire.

Anyway, here’s a pic of me from last Friday, I hope you like you me dressed in this manner! Hmmm…and now that I think about it, perhaps this Friday might be a good time to give you a chance to come in for a little KCTC office visit…

Although Tom could see the pic as he read her final sentences, he made sure to finish reading every word before he moved his eyes downward, and sure enough, one look at her this time had him absolutely squirming in his seat. And before his overstimulated male brain could absorb and fully comprehend any more of the provocative concepts presented to him in her written message, he just had to sit there and stare at this new picture of this mind-blowingly hot girl!

Again she was dressed in a way that evoked the image of being a ‘sexy secretary’, but this time her outfit was an even more revealing and it was a downright sluttier style of office attire than in her earlier message. She was standing up now, facing the camera and posing with her legs separated and her hands on her hips. She had a big smile on her face that demonstrated how confident and proud she was of the way she looked too.

Her hips were cocked to the side a bit, with more of her weight on one leg than the other, and the leg with less weight on it was turned outward and slightly bent. With her posing that way he could see that leg from the side, giving him a wonderful view of its well-toned curves while the other leg remained straight.

Tom had always loved seeing women posing like that; there was something about it that made them look so confident, so supremely powerful and wildly attractive. And he had always been a complete sucker for girls with sexy legs, especially if they were wearing very high heels…

Things only got better as he began to observe more details of her appearance. Starting at the top, he noticed how her face was heavily made up in a way that he just loved to see on women. The openly glamorous and sexy style of it looked particularly exotic around her eyes, and it was blended and contoured in other areas to accentuate the curves and lines of the rest of her dramatic facial features.

Her hair was pulled back against her head, and that part of it had an elegant shine to it. But above the gathered clasp on top of her head it was teased up big and wild, falling down her back in long, silky-looking thick waves. Tom just loved this look, it was quite formal and classy while being incredibly appealing and sexy at the same time…

Tom’s eyes moved down her body and he continued to be stunned by just how incredibly hot she looked in her wildly seductive getup. His breath quickened and he could feel his cock pulse in his pants as he drank in the details of her incredibly vampy choice of attire! And at that point his hand fell between his legs and began gently squeezing his bulge, pretty much without even being aware of istanbul travestileri it, such was his mental state, so focused and fixated on HER.

Above her waist, the sheer, see-thru black blouse she wore was a low-cut design that was loosely draped around her upper body, and it had long, poofy sleeves with open cut-outs down her arms and black wrist ties tied in large bows at her wrists. It had a wide open V-neck that plunged all the way down to her stomach, and the leopard print pushup bra she wore was plainly visible underneath. It lifted up her breasts, pushing them together and creating mouth-watering cleavage that took Tom’s breath away.

Tom’s eyes moved lower and he saw that she also wore a black velvety micro-miniskirt that was so short that it really only covered her curvy hips, leaving every inch of her legs and thighs exposed. It revealed the straps of a garter belt attached to the tops of her shiny sheer black stockings. And the finishing touch to this deliciously seductive so-called “office” attire was her black sky-high-heeled open-toe sandals that had little black straps wrapped seductively around her ankles, tied in little bows.

As he ogled her and continued squeezing his now throbbing erection in his pants, the bold words written to him by this luscious seductress started becoming more connected with the outrageous visual sex appeal she was presenting to him. Needless to say, all of it was sending the feelings of arousal and sexual excitement in his body into overdrive!

For starters, he felt like he had just been taken on an emotional roller coaster ride, beginning with the overwhelming feelings of excitement and arousal at the thought of meeting Kitty that night. But his emotions were turned upside down quite abruptly, causing him to feel dismayed and rejected when Brigitte informed him of Kitty’s last minute conflict. And at first, he was a little angry as it was revealed to him that Kitty’s delay of his interview was apparently common behavior on her part, and that she may have even done it to him intentionally!

Soon, however, he found himself becoming massively turned on as he read the rest of Brigitte’s message. She seemed to be taking over where Kitty left off, and she was showing him some actual consideration and taking him into her confidence. She had been quite inviting as she provided a bit of explanation as to what was happening to him, and he could feel his attraction shifting over to her as she presented herself to him in a way that implied she would be more available to him, for the time being at least, than Kitty would be.

And she was also being quite blatant as she described what kind of girl Kitty was, informing him that he was just one of a litter of men that Kitty would be picking from – whenever her heart desired. But Brigitte also admitted that she was a tease too, so who knows what kind of wicked game she’d be playing with him as things proceeded! And finally – the way she introduced it – how she made a simple reference to a word in the KCTC name as opposed to coming out and saying the word itself – it was very clever, quite brazen but also still very mysterious because she simply didn’t describe it any further.

In any case, one thing was becoming more and more obvious: these girls were cockteasers, all right! Not only was Brigitte being open about it in some ways but evasive in others, but Tom also realized that they were slowly introducing him to their games as they went. They were teaching him about them and demonstrating them to him little by little, showing him just how stimulating and tantalizing their process of attracting him to them could be.

Damn they were good! And so, despite his hesitation and understandable confusion as to exactly how it was all going to play out, he found the whole situation to be undeniably seductive and just plain irresistible. And so, for the time being at least, he was all in, so to speak!

Of course, all this time he had been squeezing his erection gently in his pants as he experienced all these thoughts and feelings caused by Brigitte’s message, and at that point he wasn’t lasting very long at all before he could feel an orgasm approaching. When it started to get close, he made sure to stop himself, taking his hand away from his throbbing hardon so it wouldn’t explode. But he found himself cycling through that process several times, building up to the brink of release, then letting himself cool off, only to start touching himself again a little later. Wow, he really did feel like he was becoming quite addicted to their audacious verbal enticements and visual titillations!

Anyway, soon he found himself needing to take a break, and time seemed slow down to a crawl after he finally managed to step away from his computer so he could calm down. Waiting for the next little morsel of feminine temptation to be given to him from these girls was really starting to get to him!

So anyway, he simply had no choice but to linger helplessly in this highly stimulated mental and physical state for a few hours until finally, later that night, another message came in, titled “KCTC Prospective Client Questionnaire”. Tom could see it was from a different KCTC girl’s email address, and he simply couldn’t open it fast enough.

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bizim hikayemizBen 8 yıllık evli bir erkegim. İstanbul Bakırkoy’de yasıyorum. İsmim (nick) cem.(İnternet nickimiz eknudist) Esim benden 7 yas kücük ece (nick). Bizim hikâyemiz cocuk sahibi olmaya karar verdigimizde basladı. Bundan tam 5 yıl evvel. Her cift gibi korunmaktan vazgectik once. Sonra gerekli arastırmalara basladık. Kabul ediyorum oldukca cahiliz. İnanın bana cocuk sahibi olmak gercek bir mucize. Sonra yaptıgımız arastırmaların sonucu hem esimde hem bende büyük sorunlar oldugu ortaya cıktı. Cocuk sahibi olmayan tüm ciftler gibi en iyi Hasta haneler ve doktorların kapılarını asındırıp para harcamaya basladık ve 2 sene gibi bir sürede esim ve bende bir sürü operasyon ve denemelerden sonra bütün birikimizi bitirmis ve umudumuzu kaybetmis olarak yıkımın esiginde yasama tutunmaya calısıyorduk. Evliligimiz ile ilgili durumda vahimdi. İkimizde de bazı konular saplantı halini almıstı. Bir birimizi suclamasak ta direnci kırılmıs bir cift olarak mutsuzduk.İki yıllık bu surecin sonunda evliligimiz ikimiz arasında direk olarak konusul masada bitme asamasında olduguna eminim. Bu sekilde borclanmıs ve hedeflerine ulasamamıs bir evliligi ne? Nasıl? Kurtarırım diye uzun uzun düsündügüm cok anlar oldu. Ama inanın bu durumdaki evlilikleri ne aile büyükleri ne dostlar ne tatil ne para nede baska bir sey kurtarabiliyor. Kurtaracak tek sey SEVGİ dir.Peki, esinize ve esinizin size duydugu sevgi ve onu ne olursa olsun kaybetmeme istegi sizi nereye kadar ileri gotürebilecegini bilmek bazen cok acı bazen zevkli sonuclar yaratabiliyor.İste bizim hikâyemizin evliligimizin bittigini sandıgımız anda basladı.Cocuk sahibi olamayan ciftler umutlarını kaybetmeye basladıgında cok farklı aklınıza gelmeyecek seyler denemeye baslıyor. Resmen kobay oluyorsunuz sizi sevenlerin tavsiyelerini uymaya baslayınca. Bizde oyle olduk basladık kocakarı kürlerine yasal olsalardı bir ise yarayıp yaramadıgını bilmediginiz hapları kullanmaya ve durmadan seks yapmaya. Bu tempo bizim hayatımıza renk katmadı desem yalan demis olurum. Yediginiz ictiginizin etkisiyle zaten durmadan seks yapmak istiyorsunuz belki bir umut olur diyeSonrasında her gece her gece derken ise renk katmak ve onceki basarısız girisimlerin moralinizi bozması engellemek icin fantezi dünyanızı gelistirmeye baslıyorsunuz. Her zaman oldugu gibi cift olarak bizde porno cd cok seyrettik o filmlerden cok yontem ogrendik ama asıl bizi etkileyen ler pornografik resimlerdi. Aslında insan icindeki seytanı bir kere uyandırdı mı gerisi geliyor. Dogal olarak aklınıza baska amator ciftlerin yaptıkları takılıyor. Biz de baska ciftler gibi evde resim cekmeye o resimleri ozelikle yabancı sitelerde yayınlamaya basladık. Bunlar arasında voyeur ve amator siteler oncelikliydi. Cünkü bu hareketler sonunda yerli sitelerde cektigimiz resimlerde her ne kadar yüzümüzü gizle sekte evimizde cektirdigimiz resimlerden desifre olma ihtimalimiz hic aklımızdan cıkmadı. Evde resim cektirmek seks yaparken resim cektirmek sonrasında sıkmaya basladı mekân aynı sahne hep aynı. Aynı filmi seyretmek gibi. Bizde dısarda resim cektirmenin yollarını ararken bu ise en uygun ortamların nudist ortamlar oldugunu anlamamız cok uzun zaman almadı. Ama maalesef hem ülkemizin iklim sartları hem de tatil ortamları buna pek müsait degil. Yurt dısına cıkacak 1-2 haftalık tatiller icinde maddi imkânımız da iyi degildi. Yukarıda belirttigim gibi bütün para hastahaneler ve doktorlara vermistik. nudizmi yasamak isteyen her Türk cifti gibi yolumuz Patara ya düstü. Bir haftalık bir tatilde yasamayı hayal ettiginiz nudizme ilk seferinde ulasmanız pek mümkün degil. Korku dolu anlarla 10-15 poz ve tatil bitti. Biz hevesimizi almadan evimize dondük.Eve dondügümüz gibi swinger ciftleri veya bir cok hayal perese seks delisi erkegin ve kadının yazdıgı seks hikâyelerini okumaya basladık. İlk baslarda hikâye okuma bize cazip gelse de oda aynı filmi sanatcılarını degistirerek izlemek gibi. Ve evimizde var olan masaüstü bilgisayarı atarak 2 adet dizüstü aldık. Yani dort kolla esim ve ben internette degisik seks sorf yapmamız bizi msn de kendi aramızda salakca haberlesmeye kadar gotürdü düsünsenize aynı yatakta yatan yana yana PC sorf yapan iki cift msn bir birine kur yapar hale gelmemiz ve bizim gibi teshircilige ac seyretmek ve seyredilmek istenen ciftleri bulması fazla uzun sürmüyor. İlk tanıstıgımız cift Antalyalı bir ciftti. Evli olduklarından pek emin degildik cünkü bayan erkek ten yaslı duruyordu cok kısa aralıklarla gordügümüz yüz hatlarından cıkarmıstık bunu. Onları seyretmek gercekten eglenceliydi. Gerci masaüstü bir PC den yayın yapıyorlardı ama olsun hem bizim dilimizde konusuyorlar hem de onümüzde seks yapılıyorlardı.Bir iki aksam onları seyrettikten sonra bizde yayın yapmaya karar verdik. İlk bizi izlemek Manisalı bir cifte kısmet oldu. Ama cok kısa bir yayın cünkü heyecan bir tarafta yüzümüzü gorecekler korkusu falan filan iste.Sonraları tecrübelendik ilk once kendimize yılbası maskesi aldık. Sonra ben yüzümü karartarak Bakırkoy medyana bakan bir seks shop tan oyuncak aldım.Ve Banu-Kerem ile oyuncaklarımızı kullanacagımız ilk yayın aksamı msn den tanıstık. Onların ilk deneyimi olacaktı bizim 3-5 olsa deneyimiz ve oyuncaklarımız vardı. Maskemizi taktık ve gectik kameranın onüne. Dogal olarak onlar yüzlerini kamera da acmadılar. Onlarda yatak odasındaydı bizde onlar pijama takımları ile biz ise cıplaktık. Ve rahat davranmaya basladık. Cünkü ilk defa alkol alarak kamera karsısındaydık. Muhabbetin ikinci saatinde bizim cıplaklıgımızı ve tecrübe sizlimize ragmen Banu ve Keremin karsında cıplak olmamız onları da rahatlık verdi. Ve onların verdigi komutlara gore hareket etmeye basladık. İlk once Banu ece ye benim sikimi oksamasını ve sonra yalamasını talimat olarak verdi. Sonrasında Kerem de katıldı. Ece ye talimat vermeye. Tabi dogal olarak bu talimat vermeleri cok komik oldu. ” ece cemin sikini yalar mısın” gibi. Sonra Kerem erkekligin etkisiyle ece yi sikmemi istedi bende onu kırmadım. Boylece bizim dostlugumuz basladı. Ertesi aksam ertesi aksam derken Banu ve Keremde bizim karsımızda yine yüzlerini acmayarak cıplak takılmaya basladılar. İsin zirvesi ilk once bizim komutlarımız ile onların sevismesi ve sonra onların komutlarıyla bizim sevismemiz oldu. Malum yaz ayında camlar acık olsa bile eger evinizde klima yoksa terliyorsunuz. Sevismemiz bitti ilkonce ben banyoya dogru hareketlendim. Ece onlarla msn den muhabbete devam ediyordu. Sonra nasıl oldu anlamadım ece elinde lap topla banyoya geldi ve beni dus alısımı Banu nun istegi ile yayınlamaya basladı. Sorun su dusun altına kim maske ile girer tatbikî kimse ece bunu hesaplayamadı. Olan olmustu yüzüm desifre oldu. Aslında iyide olmustu cünkü maskeli sekilde teshirci olmak okadar zevkli degildi. Ece yi yanıma cagırdım ve onun da maskesini cıkarttım. Simdi bize yüzünü hic gostermeyen Banu ve Kerem ciftinin karsında yüzümüz acık sekilde banyo yapıyorduk. Tabi kolenin efendisine itaat etmesi gibi kısa sürede onların komutlarına uymaya basladık. Belki alkolün etkisi belki seks yapmanın verdigi adrenalin ile banyoda ahlar ohlar arasında 1 saat lik bir yayın yaptık. Zevkli olmustu. Ve o aldıgımız zevkin devam edecegini sanarak artık Banu ve Kerem karsında yüzümüzü kapatmak ihtiyacı duymuyorduk. Artık gercek anlamda evimizde ki her aksam nudist olarak yasamamızı Banu ve Kerem ile paylasmaya baslamıstık. Yatak odamızı iki taraftan lap toplarımızla yayınlıyorduk.Bir süre sonra karsılıklı sohbetler cift olmadanda yapılır hale geldi. Bir aksam eve isten gec geldim. Kapıyı caldım ece kapıyı cıplak actı ve bana kızmaz isem bir sey soyleyecegini bahsetti. Nedir dedim. Biz Kerem ile karsılıklı kamera actık dedi. Banu yok mu dedim yok dedi. Kerem de benim gibi yalnızmıs canımız sıkıldı actık dedi. Garip bir sekilde kendi belirledigimiz prensiplerde olan sadece ciftlerle cift seklinde gorüsme kuralını ece bozmus ama bende kızamamıstım. Aslında bende yorgundum “siz devam edin ben TV ispanya la liga macı var onu seyredecegim” dedim. Meraklısı bilir cumartesi aksamları la liga macları saat 23.00 gibi baslar. Gectim salona macı seyretmeye basladım. Ece ile Kerem kamera karsısında bas basa oynasıyorlar gülüsüyorlardı. Garip ama kendimi gayet rahat hissediyordum. Ve Kereminde artık kamerada yüzünü actıgını ogrendim.Macın ilk yarısı yeni bitmistik yatak odasına gectim. Ece seks oyuncaklarının ufak olanlardan birini amına sokup cıkarırken aynı bir kole gibi Keremin daha büyük olan vibratorü agzına almasını emrettigini ve ece nin harfiyen uyguladıgını gordüm. İnanın bana esiniz baska bir erkegin emirlerini yerine getirmesini seyretmek cok tahrik etti beni. Sonrasında Kerem ecenin amına soktugu daha kücük olan oyuncagı gotüne vibratorüde amına sokmasını istedi. Ece kendinden gecmis bir sekilde emri istanbul escort yerine getirmeye calıstıgını gormek beni cok sasırttı. Cünkü ece icin anal seks son sınırdı. Ve baska bir erkegin emrini yerine getirmek icin can atıyordu. Zaman zaman benim anal seks tekliflerimi geri cevirmis ve bunu yapamayacagını bana soylemis olmasına ragmen emiri yerine getirmeye calısıyordu.Kerem bir efendinin kolesine emir vermesi gibi bana sert bir ses tonu ile ecenin aleti gotüne sokmam icin yardım et demesi ile irkildim. Ve domalmıs olan ecenin kücük oyuncagı agzımda ıslatarak ecenin gotüne soktum bir yandanda vibratorüde amına sokup cıkarıyordum. Ece olayın zirvesindeydi duble sikiliyordu ve bana donerek “ozür dilerim askım” “duble sikilmek gercekten harikaymıs” dedi. Bu olay aslında benim arzuladıgım fakat esimi hic bir zaman zorlamayacagım bir iliski türü icin tüm kapıların sonuna kadar acılması anlamına geliyordu. Ecenin bosalması fazla uzun sürmedi. Sonrasında ise o gece ben kendi laptopumla ece Kerem ile msn takılmaya devam ettik. Ama kapılar acılmıs ece nin son sınır dedigi sınırda artık ortadan kalkmıstı.Ertesi aksam pazar oldugu icin erkenden kamera acmıstık. İsimizi erken gorüp yatmak istiyordum. Kerem yine tek kamerayı actı Banu nun annesinden yarın aksam doneceginden bahsetti. Bizim icin artık sorun yoktu. Muhabbet ilerlet mistiki Kerem bize ücüncü olarak katılmak isteginden bahsetti ben gayet sakin bir sekilde ece nin fikrini bile sormadan buna hazır oldugumuz sanmıyoruz diyerek usluca ret ettim. Ama Keremin durmaya niye yoktu ve cok gecmeden baska bir teklif ile geldi karsımıza.”sizi canlı gozlerle seyretmek istiyorum” dedi. “zaten kameradan canlı canlı seyrediyorsun” dedim. “aynı sey degil hem bizim icin hem sizin icin” dedi. “peki, nasıl olacak bu is” dedim. Biz onümüzdeki hafta Banu ile size geliriz. Banu da sizi canlı canlı seyrederse üzerindeki ürkekligi atar teklifinde bulundu. İlk basta ece de bende cevap vermedik. Sonra agzımdan ok cevabı cıktı. Bir hafta sonra bizim evde randevulastık soft swinger diye adlandırdıgı ortamı kurmak icin.Malum cumartesi aksamı geldi yaz oldugu icin ece hafif yemeklerle süsledigi sofra ve alkol hazır bir ev buldum is donüsü. Banyoya girdim misafirlerimizden once bir dus yapmak icin. Benim dusum bitmeden kapı caldı. Ece nin kapıyı actıgını duydum. hosgeldiniz hos bulduk sesleri geliyordu iceriden. Evimizde banyonun kapısını kapatmak gibi bir âdetimiz yoktu. Zaten artık kendimizi nudist bir cift olarak tanımlıyorduk. Ben salona gecer diye düsündügüm Banu ve Kerem ciftinin bir kac saniye sonra banyonun onünde gorünce afalladım ama bozuntuya vermedim. Kerem oldukca sakin bir sekilde kolay gelsin geceye hazırlıkmı yapıyorsun deyip yanıma sokulması ile saskınlıgım arttı. Ve Kerem bir eliyle ıslak elimi sıkıp diger eliyle tas saklarımı avuclaması gercekten sok ediciydi. Kerem belki homoseksüel dir diye aklımdan gecirirken süpheye düstügümü anladıkı ben biseks egilimliyim Banu bunu biliyor ilk baslarda sasırdı ama yakında onunda icinde kalmıs egilimler ortaya cıkacak demesi beni biraz olsun rahatlattı. Ece ve Banu ise saskın ama güler yüzle bizi izliyorlardı. Kerem “lütfen üstüne bir sey giymeye kalkma hatta senden ricam kurulanma bile” dedi. Neden dedim cok seksisin boyle diyerek cevap verdi.Bende olur seklinde isaret ederek salona esim Banu ve Keremin yanında cırılcıplak gectim. Simdi bu durumda ilk defa yüz yüze tanıstınız bir ciftin yanında anadan dogma cıplak duruyorsunuz, ne konusabilirsiniz? tatbiki beni bir gülme krizi aldı. Ney seki cabuk atlattım. ve eceye donüp askım lütfen soyunurmusun dedim. ece tabi dedi ve benim halimden güc alarak soyundu. neyse seofraya gectik aparatif bir seyler atısırıp icmeye basladık. biz cıplak Banu ve cetin giyinik saatler su gibi gecmeye ve bizim keyfimiz alkolun etkisiyle yerine gelmeye baslamıstı. ece ile Banu sofrayı toplamayı teklif ettiler. biz Kerem ile kalktık sofradan o esnada ece yi ensesinden tutarak kalcasına bir saplak attım. ve Kereme donerek tokatla bakayım derken icimden aslında Keremin eceyi evire cevire sikmesini istegim gecti. Kerem ecenin kalcasına soyle usuldan sert olmayan fakat sonunda sıkarak bir tokat attı. bunun ecenin cok hosuna gittigini gormek beni bir daha zevklendirdi .sofra toplandı ece benim yanımda Banu Kerem karsımızda salonda elimizde kadehler muhabbete basladık. Kerem seks üzerine bir sürü hikaye fıkra anlatmaya basladı. tabi alkolun etkisiyle ve anlatıs seklindenmidir kahkahalar icindeydik.sonra ani bir hareketle düsünmeden ayaga kalkım yanımda oturan esim ecenin agzına sikimi verdim. bunu nasıl ve neden yaptıgı bilmiyordum ama sonra aklıma cıplaklıgın ve alkolun verdigi bir güc ile seks yapmaya baslamak ve ne kadar karısına hakim erkek oldugumu ıspatlamak oldugunu düsündüm. ece de sanki bunu bekliyormus gibi sikimi yalayıp yutmaya basladı. ece neden bir tek agzım var gibi davranıyordu. sikimi agzına alıyor sonra sikimi cıkarıp tassaklarmı yutmaya calısıyordu. ve ondan bugune kadar gormedigim bir hizmeti misafirlerimiz onünde paylasmak icin beni koltuga dogru iterek devirdi ve ayaklarımı hava kaldırmamı istermis gibi davranıp got delimi yalamaya basladı. iste baskasının onünde esiniz sizin yarragınızı tassaklarınızı ve en sonunda got deligini yalıyorsa bu isin zirvesi diye düsünüyorsunuz bir erkek olarak ama yanılıdıgımı anlamam cok sürmedi. bu arda misafirlemizde Banu sok larda Kerem ise bir okadar rahat ve mutlu bizi seyrediyordu. ecenın bu sekilde becermesi beni inanılmaz tahrik etmisti.misafirlerimize karsı koltukta domalmam ve ece arkama gecip sikimi arkaya cevirip bir yandan sagması bir yandan gotümü yalaması ile devam ederken aldıgım zevk bir devir teslim ile bir kat daha artmıstı. ece den gorevi devralan Keremdi . acık soyleyyim hic farkları yoktu hatta eceden cak daha hasin got deligimi yalıyor sikimi daha güclü sagıyordu. bu esnada ece Banu nun yanına gecmis opüsmeye baslamıslardı. ve Kerem soyunmaya basladı hic harketsiz soyunmasının basımı bile cevirmeden bekledim. Kerem soyunda ve benimkinden biraz daha kücük olan yarragını got deligime sürtmesi ile bendeki tüm ipler koptu. artık Kereme karsı koyamıyordum. o gune kadar aklımdan gecirmedigim homoseksüel seks yapıyordum hemde karımın onünde. once ece ardından Keremin yaladıgı got deligim zaten ıslaklıkta son safhadaydı. zorlanmadan Kerem sikini gotüme sokmaya baslamıstı . yavas yavas girip cıkarken gotüme popoma attıgı tokatlar zevkimi bir kat daha artırmıstı.bu esnada hanımların ne yaptıgının bile farkında degildim. sonra ecenin benim altıma egilip sikimi emmek istedigini fark ettim koltukta domalmıs bir vaziyette ona yer actım. sevgili karım benim bu halde artık gelmeye hazır oldugumu hissetmis olmalıkı sikimi agzından bir saniye cıkarmadan emiyordu. ve inanılmaz bir bosalma hissi ile ecenin agzının icine bosladım. ter icindeydim got deligimde bir sızı ve genislik hissi vardı bu sekilde sırt üstü kendimi koltuga bıraktım. gotümden cıkan Keremin siki benim spermleri yutan ecenin agzındaydı. sevgili karım nekadar hazırmıs buna diye düsünürken Kereminde bosalması ile agzında duble sperm ile dolmus ve tasmıstı.Kerem bosalırken aklıma ulan adam oyle etti bole etti beni de sikti karımında agzına bosaldı diye düsündüm ama bundan hic rahatsızlık duymadım tam tersine zevk bile almıstım.kısa bir soluklanmadan sonra Banu nun yüz hali dikkatimi cekmisti. sanki kıskanc sekilde hem karıma hem kocasına bakan gozleri hala gozümün onündedir.ece banyodan geldi yüzünü yıkarken sacınıda bayagı ıslatmıs oldugundan saclarını toplamıstı ve daha bosalmamdan 5-6 dakka gecmeden yeniden yarragımla oynasmaya basladı. belliki hızını alamamıstı sevgili karım ve sikilmek istiyordu. ama belliki Banu bu sefer seyretmekle kalmayacaktı. ve usulca yerinden kalkıp yanımıza gelidi Kerem üclü koltukta tek basına oturuken biz ücümüz ikili koltukta sıkıs sıkıs durumdaydık. sagım da karım solum Banu aynı anda iki kadın sikimin acilen kendisine gelmesi icin cabalarken kadınlardan daha profosyenel olan Kerem onümde diz cküp sikimi yalamay basladı.ve o ana kadar aramızdaki en pasif kalan Banu kocasına hop hop tecrübesizsiz de bu sefer sıra bende ben yutacagım spermlerini bu sefer diyerek kocasını usulca tatlı bir tokat attı gülerek. Keremde gülerek ne demek askım buyur yarrak senin sıra senin dedi. hangi erkek olsa benim durumda bir an evvel Banu sikmek ister ama tecrübe buna yeltemmeme izin vermedi. Kerem Banun saclarını tuttu ve benim sikime dogru ileri geri hızlı hızlı itip cekmeye basladı . ece yanımızda oturmus kendi amını parmaklayarak zevke gelmeye celısıyordu. bende ece nin toplamıs oldugu saclarında yakaladıgım gibi Keremin yarragına dogru ittim. simdi Kerem ayakta oturmus olan benim yarragımı karısının agzına dogru kokluyordu şişli escort bende ayakta olan Keremin yarragına dogru karım ece nin basını koklüyordum. herhalde bende Keremde biraz abartık ama bosluk vermeden karılarımın bogürtülerine aldırıs etmeden bastırmaya devam ettik yarraklara dogru eslerimiz baslarını. ilk Banu pes etti sonra ece ikiside yere tükürükleri akmaya basladı gozleri yas icindeydi . hala ramızdaki üstünde tek kıyafet olan Banu yerden dogrultup iki koltuga dogru domaltma 1-2 sanıyemi aldı. sikimi elbirligi ile tas gibi yapmıslardı zaten bunu amıda zaten hazırdı sikimi sokmam ile agır ve icten bir inilti kapladı saloumuzu ve gidip gelmeye basladım. bu esnada ece ile Keremin ne yaptıgı hic umrumda degildi ben bütün hısımla Banu sikmekle mesguldum. cok gecmedi tassaklarım patlamak üzereyken sikimi Banun amından cıkarıp hızla Banuyu cevirip agzına soktum yarragımı. belki 1-2 sn sonra ilki kadar olmasada güzel bir patlamayla Banun agzına bosladım. ve bu sefer kendimi oldugum yere bıraktım. Banuda yanıma uzandı. bir iki soluklanmadan sonra etrafıma baktıgımda ne ece nede Kerem salonda olmadıklarını fark ettim. aslında umrumdada degildi.belki bes belki ondakika sonra kendime geldim. ece ile Keremin sesleri mutfaktan geliyordu. oraya dogru gitmeden evvel yasadıklarımızın cok mu güzel cokmu kotü oldugu konusunda kısa süreli bir düsünce girdi aklıma. pismanmıydım yoksa degilmiydim bunu bile kararını vermiyordum. daha ne yapılırdı ne yasanırdı diye düsündüm. sikildim , siktim ,sagıldım , yalandım ne kalmıustı geriye. bir gecede bu sekilde seks yasamında insanın sıcrama yapması baska dünyalara ısınlanmak gibi diye düsünüp gülsem mi aglasam mı durumundaydım.yavas yavas mutfaga yürüdüm mutfagın kapısı acıktı iceri girdigimde sahne aynen suydu. ece Mutfaktakı masanın üzerinde sırt üstü uzanmıs ayaklarını havaya kaldırmıs durumda. Kerem masanın onündeki sandalyeye oturmus ecenin amına kabugu soyulmus büyükcene bir muzu sokup cıkarıyor. bu esnada ece nin kahkahaları ve iniltileri bir birine karısıyordu anlamsız bir sekilde. sonradan anladım iniltilerin sebebini , muzun amına girip cıkması gülmelerinin sebebi Keremin ben mutfaga gelmeden once ecenin gotüne soktugu kirazların ecenin amına giren muzun etkisiyle kasılmasıyla dısarı cıkan kirazlarmıs. o anda benım 7 yıllık karım ece nin icindeki baskın olan ne kadar cok fantezi varmıs diye düsündüm. Kerem gotünden fırlayan kirazları yere düsmeden agzıyla yakalıyordu. Kerem ece yi kastederek “harika bir orospu boyle bir orospunun sahibi olarak cok sanslısın” dedi agzındaki kirazların cekirdeklerini cıkarken. sonrasında kalcamda Banu nun elini hissetim.direk koltugumun altına girerek “yuh be fanteziye bak” dedi ece ile Keremi kast ederek. Banun kullandıgı “yuh” kelimesi kocasını bu kadın hic mi tanımıyor diye bir soru getirdi aklıma. bastan tanısırken onlarında 7-8 yıllık evli olduklarını , bizim gibi onlarında cocuklarının olmadıgı soylemislerdi. Banun balıkesirli Keremin istanbullu oldugunu ogrenmistik. aklıma bir sürü soru arka arka ya geliyordu. ama hic birinin cevabını bulamıyordum.salon a gecelim diye bir cıkıs yaptım. Banu da beni destekledi. salonda bu sefer üclü koltuga ben ile Banu ikili koltukta ece ile Kerem oturuyordu. saate gozüm ilisti 3 geliyordu. oo gec olmus dedim. ece ne olmus yarın aksama kadar uyuruz dedi. Kerem isterseniz denize acılalım dedi. nasıl yani dedim. Kerem benim atakoy marinada kücük bir tek kamaralı teknem var dedi. sasırmıstım bugune kadar denize meraklı oldugunu ve teknesi oldugundan hic bahsetmemisti. yok dedim ben yüzme bilem denizi de pek sevmem diye cıkıs yaptım. bu cıkısıma ece nin bozuldugunu fark ettim. Banu ise tepkisizdi. icimden ulan adamın karısı meraklı degil benım esim meraklı ne is dedim icimden. kendime gelmek ve icimdeki sıkıntılı halin acılması icin banyo ya gidecegimi soyledim.banyoda bir sigara yaktım ve klozetin üstünede düsünmeye basladım. aklımdan gecen sorulara cok hızlı cevap almak istiyordum ama pot kırmak ta istemiyordum. en iyisi cozümleme yapmak icin biraz daha gozlem yapmam gerektigine karar verdim. ilk once bu Keremi bir sikmem lazımdı. muhtemelen salonda Kerem esim ece yi pompalamakla mesgul dür diye düsündüm. bu fırsatı kacırmamalıydım. Keremi sikmeliydim acilen. banyodan salona gectigimde yanılmadıgımı fark ettim. ama Keremi sikecek pozisyonda degilleridi. Kerem yere sırt üstü uzanmıs ece üstünde ters bir sekilde gotünden Kereme siktiriyordu kendini Banu da ece nin amını yalamakla mesguldu. ece nin gel askım beni sandiwic yapın demesine aldırmadan Kereme dogru yonlendim direk Keremin got deligimi Keremin agzının tam üstüne odaklayarak got deligimi Kereme yalatmaya basladım. bu esnada arkasında oldugum esim ecenin gogüsleri ni yakalayıp var gücümle sıkıp sag sola cekistirmeye basladım. bu sekilde ne kadar devam ettik bilmiyorum ama Kerem ecenin gotüne titreyerek bosaldı. ece gotünün deliginden akan Keremin spermlerini Banu yalatmak icin koltuga gecip ayaklarını havaya kaldırdı.Banu da yalamaya basladı ece nin got deliginde süzülen spermleri. bu esnada Kerem sırt üstü yatıyor ama benim gotümü yorgunluktan yalayamıyordu. iste fırsat diye düsündüm . Keremin üstünden kaltım . ve elimi Kereme uzatarak yerden dogrulmasına yardım ettim. Kerem kenidini koltuga bıraktı yüz üstü. ve direk Keremin gotünü yalamak icin belinde kavrayarak kalcalarını haficene yükseltim gobeginin altına gelecek sekilde yastıgı kaydırmam yaklasık 1-2 sn aldı. Kerem anlayamadan dilim got deligini acmaya calısıyordu. bana yüzünü cevirip harika yalıyorsun dedi. bu beni daha hasin sekilde yalamam icin bahane oldu. Keremin got deliginin kıvama geldigini hiisettigim anda kalkmıs olan sikimi Keremin got deligine sokmak icin harekete gectim. Kerem aslında hayatının hatasını yapmıstı. bir de hızlıyımdır. ik**e pompalamada zirve yaparım ama bu sıklıkta seks esnasında ücüncü postada ne zaman bosalacagım ben bile tahmin edemiyorum 15-25-45 dakka sürdügü oluyordu. aslında Keremin durumunu belirleyecek olan benim sikimden cok benim kondisyonum olacaktı. Kerem basta zevk alıyordu ama hırsım onun beni sikerken gosterdigi ozeni ben gostermiyorumdum. sanayi tipi dikis makinası gibiydim . okadar sert pompalıyordum ki Keremin kalcalarına her giris cıkısıpta tokat sesi gibi bir ses geliyordu vucutlamızdan. ecenin de dikkatine cekmisti benim sert sikisim Keremi ve garip bir bakısı vardı. beni bugune kadar neden boyle sikmedin der gibiydi. belki yeni ogreniyordum askım seks yapmayı diye soylemek gecti o bakıslara icimden. ama vucudum pes etmeye baslamıstı 15-20 dakka sonra nefes nefes kalmıstım. ter icindeydim. yorgundum. ama tüm hırsımla Kerem gotünün üstünü oturamayacak hale gelene kadar kanırta kanırta sikmek istiyordum onu. ve sonunda tasaklarım dolmus sikimde son anlarına gelmisti bosalmak üzereydim Keremin got deligine ama son anda bosalmaktan vazgectim ve sikimi Keremin gotünden cıkararak son gücümle hızlı bir sekilde Keremi cevirerek sikimi Keremin agzına dayadım ve o gunun en anlamalı en güzel en tahrik edici bosalmasını Keremin bogazına kadar soktum yaragımla basarmıstım. ece ile Banu bana bakısların büyük bir sok hissettim bir anda. ne oldu der gibi bir bakıs attım ece ye. inanılmazsın askım bana dedi.kendimi karsıdakı koltuga zor da olsa attım. 04:30 gosteriyordu. aralıksız 5 saat tir sevisiyorduk.Banu tek li koltukta uyku moduna girmisti. ece Keremin sırt üstü yattıgı üclü koltukta yayılmıs yorgunluktan bayılmıs gibi duruyordu. Kerem ise gozlerini kapamıs sırt üstü yatıyordu. 5-10 dakak bu sekilde sesiz oturduktan sonra Banu yatalım artık dedi. bende gülerek yatıyoruz zaten dedim. Banu o anlamda degil uyuyalım anlamında dedi. ece ve Kerem sessizdi. sonra hic beklemedigim bir tepki geldi Kerem den yokyok biz kalkalım dedi Banu ya.alkollusun yorgunsun araba kullanman dogru olmaz dedim. alkolmu kaldı kanımda dedi. bütün kanım cekildi dedi.güldüm. Kerem banyoya dogru giderken savas meydanından yenilerek cekilen bir ordu komutanı gibi bir yüz halinde olması dikkatimi cekti. buda bana zafer hissi vermisti. anlamadıgım biz geceye baslarken soft swing yapacaktık. herkez esleri ile yapacak digerleri seyredecekti. ama olay okadar ileriye varmıstı ki porno yıldızlarına tas cıkartır bir film gibi bir gece yasamıstık ve COK AMA COK İLERİ GİTMİSTİK.kalktıgımda saat ogleden sonra 15:30 du. ece hala uyuyordu. banyoya gittim 10 dakkikalık bir dus ile kendime geldim. banyodan cıktıktan sonra evin hali inanılmazdı salon ve mutfak batmıstı. sanki 100 kisiyi yemekli agırlanmıs gibi dagınıktı. Ece hala uyuyordu. bir sigara yaktım. ve düsünmeye basladım yasananları. aklıma gelen sorular.banu ile kerem gercekten evlimiydi.? en az 10-15 gün karsıllıklı degisik günlerde kamera acmıstık. aynı kadınmıydı banu?evet emindim banu mecidiyeköy escort o kamaredakı kadındı.sag kalcası üzerindeki parmak izi büyüklügünden lekeyi kamerada gormüstüm. peki aynı kadın olsa bile kerem banu nun sürekli müsterisi olabilirmiydi. yani banu escort kız olabilirmiydi.? bak o olabilirdi banu duraksamaları sadece benim tarafımdan sikilmesi ece nin banu hic yalamaması bu yüzden olabilirdi.peki ece sevgili 7 yıllık esim ece son zamanlarda seks yasamız renkliydi ama dün gece en iyi porno yıldızlardan bile daha tecrübeli ve aktifti. bir gece bu degisim ve performans dikkat cekiciydi.kerem ben dus alırken gelip tassaklarımı oksarken biseks oldugunu soylemisti.ben onu siktikten sonra neden oyle bir yüz hali vardı ? sadece yorgunluktan da olabilir ama ……aksam kamera camadık. ertesi günde de acmamıstık. ama sorular sorular pot kırmadan nasıl cevap alabilirim diye düsünmekten yorulmustum. yanlıs hatırlamıyorsam cumartesinden carsamaba gününe kadar ece ile seks üzerine hic konusmamıstık. hatta ben evde cıplak dolasırken ece en azında transparan da olsa üstünde hep bir seyler oluyordu. yani evde cıplak dolasmıyordu. carsamba gece si ece yemekte kanaması oldugunu muayen gününde oldugundan bahsetti ve yemekten sonra erken yatacagını soyledi. saygımdan ecenin lap topunu hic karıstırmamıstım. ece yattıktan sonra laptop acarak msn gecmisini bakmaya karar verdim. lap topu alalı 5 ay kadar olmustu. ece bilgisayar ayarları ile arası iyi olmadıgı icin degistirmedigine emindim. msn gecmisinde baktıgımda süphelenecek hic bir sey bulamadım. gerci lap toplarımızı sadece gece yan yana olarak acıyorduk. aklıma eski masa üstü pc gelmisti. bizim sirketin pc servisini ceken firmanın cocuklarından ahmet e vermistim satarlar diye o kadar eski degildi masa üstü pc. saat 23:00 gosteriyordu ve ahmeti aradım. pc nin satılım satılmadıgını sordum. yok abi senden aldıgımız gibi sahibinden com bile ilanını vermeden sirkette duruyor cevabı alınca heveslendim. yarın sirkete getirmesini rica ettim. isyerinde ogle yemeginde keni masamdakı monitore baglamam ve makınayı acmam 5 dakka aldı. o kadar msn kayıtı vardıkı eski pc de sasırdım. ama cok gecmeden [email protected] adresini kayıtlarına ulasmam beni bir sok etti. bu banu kerem ciftini mail adresiydi. acmadan sadece dosyayı kopyaladım ve evde kullandıgım mail adresine mail attım.sabırsızca eve gitmek istiyordum. acaba gecmis te neler konusulmustu.ece yine hastalıgını bahane ederek erken yattı. bende laptopu actım maili karsımdaydı.evet kendime sormaktan korktum sorunun cevabı karsımdaydı.ece kerem gecmisten gelen bir iliskileri vardı. okudukca daha da karamsar hale gelmistim. daha once ece benımle evlıyken bulustuklarına dair bir bilgi yoktu ama keremin ece yi arzulama olayı cok bariz belliydi. sinirlerim okudukca gerilmisti arka arkaya yaktıgım sigaralar bile beni sakinlestiremiyordu. ece yi uykusundan uyandırıp sormak istiyordum. ece yi hala cok sevdigimi ve onu kaybetmek istemedigimi fark ettim. bu sorgulama sonmunda bu evlilik bitmesi an meselesiydi. aslında bu evliligin bitmesi en cok isteyen insan keremdi. ama ece nin bana olan sevgiside bariz belli oluyordu yazısmalarınmda. su kesin BANU escort kızdı. ve kerem onun sürekli müsterisiydi. ne yapmalıyım ne etmeliyim hic bilmiyordum.ya ece yi sorgulayacagım ki bu sorgulama nereye varır bilemiyorum.yada ece nin bana olan sevgisine inanıp benım ona olan sevgime güvenip hic bir sey olmamıs gibi devam edecektim. bir soru daha vardı. ece ile kerem dısarda da gorüsüyorlarmıydı. cevabı kolaydı. eger gorüsüyorlarsa ece nin black berry sinde süpheli konusmaların kayıtları ve mesajları olmalıydı.yatak odasındaki komıdı üzerinde duran blackberry sini sesizce gidip aldım. mesajlar bolümünde sadece pazartesi salı ve carsmaba gününe ait mesajlar okunmadan duruyordu. ve bir numara ismi kayıtlı olmayan 0532262xxxx numaradan arka arkaya cok sayıda mesaj gelmisti. mesajı acarsam ece anlayabilirdi cebının karıstırıldıgını. oz yüzden acmadım. numarayı 118 80 sorayım dedim bari kime kayıtlı oldugunu ogreneyim dedim ve kerem xxxxxx üzerine kayıtlı oldugunu ogrendim.evet kerem ile ece belki benden once tanıyorlardı bir birlerini. ne yapacaktım peki…..karar verdim sesiz ce bu iliskinin nasıl bir yol haritası oldugunu bekleyerek gorecektim.cuma aksam üstüydü. ece nin iyilistini düsünürek cep ten isyerinden aradım .nasılsın askım? gayet güzel bir ses tonu ile iyim askım sen nasılsın dedi.sana bir teklifim var bu aksam saroza kacalımmı dedim. cok sevindi olur askım nasıl yapacagız.evde bulusacagız. atlayacagız arabamıza 2,5-3 saatte eriklideyiz dedim.olur askım diye cevap verdi. banu ile keremi de arayalımmı dedim.yok dedi bas basa gidelim. olur bana uyar dedim. evde bulustuk 2 ser mayo 2 ser havlu basit bir canta topladık ve yola koyulduk. bir hafa sonu kacamı icin uzun ve eziyetli bir yol olsada yazlıkcılar yüzünden sıkılmadık. havanında kararmasını fırsat bilerek yolda arabayı kullanırken sortumu cıkardım. tasaklarımı sere sere giderken ece hic üsenmeden nerdeyse yolun yarı süresinde yaragımı yaladı durdu.hatta saat 23 sularında erikliye girmeden ormanlık bir alanda arabayı agaclık bir yere sokup bir posta sevgili karımı kanırta kanırta siktim. Erikli cok güzel bir yer ama tesis kıt. adam akıllı tek tesis İSCİMEN OTEL dir. insallah yer vardır diye iscimenin onüne park ettim. allahtan otelde yer vardı. odaya cantamızı bıraktık ben mayomu ece bikinisini giydi üstümüze bir t-shirt ve sort gecirip kumsala indik. erikli vakıf yayla danisment enes mecidiye sahillerini cok iyi bilirim. üniversiteyi malkara da okumustum. niyetim ece kumsalda bir posta sikmekti. onun icin mecidiye tarafına uzun bir yürüyüse gectik. bilenler bilir eriklinin hemen dısında mecidiye istikametinde barakalar vardır. barakaları gectikten sonra hem kumsal cok genistir hemde ısisızdır. neyse saatinde ilerlemis olması ile ece kumsal tenha bir noktasında denize cıplak girmek istedigimi soyledim. onun da hosuna giden bu teklif ikimizde cırılcıplak vaziyette denize girdik su cok güzeldi 10-15 dkka sonra ben hemen kıyıya dalgaların tepecik yaptıgı bir noktaya kendimi sırt üstü attım. ece de yanıma yattı bir kac sn sonra. elimi ecenin amının attım ve oksamaya basladım. ve kalkmıs olan yarragımı daha fazla bekletmeden ecenin üstüne coktüm. hertarafımızı kumlanmıs olarak ece nin tuzlu amına sıkı bir bosalma ile rahatladım. son iki saate 2 posta bazı kararları sinirle almadıgım icin mutluydum. giyinip otele dogru giderken aramıza ece bir aramıza ücüncü alalımmı diye sormayı düsündüm. kabul ederse ne olur ? kabul etmez ise ne düsünmem gerekiyor? kabul ederse bu ilk olur ve nasıl yapılırdı. kabul etmez ise bu kereme mi ozeldi gecen hafta cumartesi aksamı. sordum erkek alalım mı diye aramıza bu gece. durdu yüzüme baktı. sen kendini siktirecenmi diye sordu bana. neden dedim hosunamı gitti dedim sikildigimi gormek diye cevap verdim.hayır dedi hosuma gitmedi o gün senin kerem tarafından sikilmen gozümün onünden gitmiyor. ve sonra senin onu beni sikmedigin kadar hasin sikmen de hosuma gitmedi. tamam zevk almıs olabilirsin dedi ama bunu baska bir erkegin yapmasını istemem. bende , ece nasıl yani dedim askım o gün cok zevk almıs gorünüyordun. eve belki o gün oyleydi. ama bu isi gecen hafta cok abarttık.dediii ve durdu. ne doldu dedim.ben sana bir sey soylemek istiyorum ama tepkinden korkuyorum dedi.evet zurnanın zırt dedigi yere gelmis tik galiba itirafcı mı olacaktı sevgili karım.soyle dedim aramızda gizli saklı hicbir sey kalmamalı biz ne zorlukları atlattık dedim.Durdu durdu ve ben keremi senle tanısmadan once üniversite yıllarından tanıyorum dedi. biz üniversitede kısa bir süre cıktık. ben onu ozaman arzuluyordum ama bu zamanlardaki gibi degildi biliyorsun bizim zamanlarımız. bir kac defa evine gittim ve kısa süreli opüsmelerin dısında aramızda hic bir sey gecmedi. daha sonra beni facebook ta bulmus. yeniden konusmaya basladık ilk baslarda aramızdaki iliski gayet düzeyliydi. ama senin le nezaman seks hayatımıza renk katmaya karar verdikya ozaman isin rengi degisti. insan oglu iste konusmalar dertler ve seks hayatı bile degisebiliyor. sen her zaman beni sikerken sandwic olmak istermisin seni benim dısımda biri siksin istermisin derdin ya bu hayalimizi gerceklestirmek icin kerem en uygun kisi diye aklıma geldi. aramızdaki bu muhabbet nasıl boyle bir organizsasyona ulastı anlamadım ama en sonun da gecen haftayı yasadık iste ve ben seni aldattıgımı düsünüyorum. Cünkü kerem evli degillermis. Banu keremin daimi evine gelen bir fahiseymis. Ve bir daha kerem ile gorüsmek istemiyorum.Ozür dilerim askım.Bu sefer sıra bana gelmisti. Kerem ile Banu’nun evli olmadıgını biliyorum dedim.Bunun benim icin hic bir onemi yok askım. Ben seni seviyorum ve bu konun bizim hayatımıza zevklerimize zarar vermesini istemiyorum dedim. Boynuma sarıldı ve hala teklifin gecerlimi dedi ücüncü erkek ile ilgili diyerek dudaklarıma opücük kondurdu…devamı haftaya………………………………[email protected]@[email protected]

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Komşum nazana her deliğinden bastım..Adım Hakan. Bursa’dan 32 yaşında evli bir erkeğim. Anlatacağım olay 2004 Eylül ayında gerçekleşti. Oturduğumuz apartmanda yan dairede oturan Barbaros ve Nazan ile çok sık olmasa da ailece görüşürdük. Barbaros işi nedeniyle genellikle ayın 1 haftasını yurt dışında geçirirdi. Eşi Nazan ise ev hanımı olup kumral , vücudu ve yüzü güzel seksi bir hanımdı. Ama ona hiç başka bir gözle bakmamıştım.Bir cumartesi gecesi geceyarısından sonra lavaboyu kullanmak için banyoya girdiğim sırada, banyonun havalandırma penceresinin açık olmasından dolayı yan daireden gelen su sesleri ile beraber azda olsa konuşma ve inleme sesleri duydum. Havalandırma penceresine doğru yaklaştım ve sesleri dinlemeye başladım. Sesler açıkça bir çiftin sevişme sesleri idi. O an aklıma Barbaros’un yurt dışında olduğu aklıma geldi. Sanırım Nazan onu aldatıyordu ama emin olmam lazımdı. Pencere küçük olduğu için kafamı uzatıp onların penceresinden bakmam imkansızdı ama onlarında penceresinin açık olduğu gözüküyordu. Hemen odaya koşup kameralı cep telefonumu aldım ve pencereden elimi uzatıp diğer pencereye doğru tutup kayıt tuşuna bastım. Bu arada inleme sesleri iyice artmıştı. Yaklaşık 2-3 dk. kayıt yaptıktan sonra görüntülere baktığımda yabancı bir erkeğin Nazan’ı duşun altında siktiğini gördüm. Nazan’ın suratı görüntü pek net olmasa da belli oluyordu. kocaeli escort bayan O an bu görüntüyü ne yapacağım diye düşünürken, gördüklerimin ve duyduklarımın etkisi ile Nazan’a şantaj yapıp onu sikmeyi kafaya koydum.Ertesi gün Pazar olduğundan akşam üstü maç izleyeceğim diye evden çıktım ve aşağıya iniyormuş gibi yaptıktan 1-2 dakika sonra Nazan’ın kapısını çalıp önemli bir şey konuşacağım diyerek içeri girdim. Nazan’a Barboros’un nerede olduğunu bildiğime rağmen nerede olduğunu sorunca kendisi bana 3 gündür yurtdışında olduğunu söyledi. Bende ona banyodaki sesleri duyduğumu ve onun gelmiş olabileceğini düşünerek geldiğimi söyledim. Bir an yüzü kıpkırmızı oldu ve bana evli arkadaşlarının dün kendisinde kaldığını, seslerin onlara ait olduğunu söyledi. Ben hemen telefonumu çıkartıp Nazan’a bu görüntüler öyle demiyor ama diyerek görüntüleri ona izlettim. Nazan o an resmen şoka girmişti. Bana Barbaros’a söyleme diyerek yalvarmaya başladı. Bende ona bunun kendisine bağlı olduğunu benimle arada sırada sevişirse söylemeyeceğimi söyledim. Başka çaresi yoktu. Para teklif etti ama ben kabul etmedim. Bana kocasının kendi ile yeteri kadar ilgilenmediğini bu yüzden başka bir erkekle ilişkisi olduğunu söyledi. Adam 6 aydır Barbaros yurt dışında olduğu zaman gelip Nazan’ı sikiyormuş meğer. Nazan’a içeri gidip üzerine seksi bir kıyafet kocaeli sınırsız escort giyip yanıma gelmesini söyledim. 5 dk. sonra yanıma geldiğinde üzerinde çok seksi kırmızı bir kombinezon vardı.Hemen ayağa kalkıp Nazanla salonun ortasında öpüşmeye başladık. İlk başta biraz soğuk öpüşse de zamanla dillerimiz birbirine iyice girmeye başladı. Bir elimle kalçalarını okşuyor diğer elimle göğüslerini sıkıyordum. Kombinezonunu çıkartıp göğüslerini okşamaya, boynunu öpmeye ve sonra aşağı inip göğüs uçlarını emmeye başladım. Nazan zevk almaya başlamış ufak ufak inlemeye başlamıştı. Göbeğini de yaladıktan sonra kırmızı saten külotunun arasından amını yalamaya başladığımda Nazan zevkten uçmaya başlamıştı bile. Hemen onu kanepeye yatırıp külotundan kurtuldum ve amınla ilgilenmeye tekrar başladım. Amı traşlı ve mis gibi kokuyordu. Saatlerce yalayabilirdim. Parmaklarımı ve dilimi içine soktukça Nazan iyice inlemeye ve kıvranmaya başladı ve bir süre sonra müthiş bir şekilde orgazm olarak boşaldı. Hemen ayağa kalkıp hadi şimdi sıra sende diyerek pantolonumu indirdim ve zaten yarım saattir kazık gibi olan sikimi yalaması için ağzına verdim. Önce eli ile sikimi sıvazlayıp başını ağzına soktu ve müthiş bir şekilde emmeye başladı. Sikimi boydan boya yalıyor sonra bir çırpıda yarısından çoğunu ağzına sokuyordu. izmit anal yapan escort Elleri ile taşaklarımı okşuyor ve beni daha çok zevke getiriyordu. Artık dayanacak gücüm kalmamıştı ve bir müddet sonra kafasından tutup sikimi iyice ağzına dipleyerek sıcak döllerimi ağzının içine boşalttım. Hemen lavaboya koşup ağzını temizledikten sonra yanıma geldi. Çoğunu yutmak zorunda kaldığını ve ilk defa döl yuttuğunu , bu yüzden biraz midesinin bulandığını söyledi. Birer sigara yakıp dinlendikten sonra Nazan’ı bacak omuzda pozisyonuna getirip hala dimdik olan sikimi yavaşça amına doğru sokup sikmeye başladım. Bir müddet bu pozisyonda siktikten sonra Nazan’ı domaltıp arkadan tekrar amına girmeye başladım. Nazan çığlık atıyor, aaahhhhhhhhh hadi sik beni, amımı dağıt, ohhhhhhh çok zevkli ohhhhhhhhh, erkeğim köküne kadar sok, sik orospunu ohhhhh diyerek zevkten zevke giriyordu. Bir müddet sonra amından çıkıp zaten daha önceden sikildiği belli olan ve fazla dar olmayan göt deliğine sikimin kaygan olmasından dolayı fazla zorlanmadan girince Nazan iyice çıldırdı. Acı ve zevkten bağırmaya ve sik götümü, aahhhhhhh, parçala , kökle, daha hızlı, dağıt beni, bitir beni erkeğim, götüm sana feda olsun diyerek sarsıla sarsıla boşaldı. Biraz sonra bende daha fazla dayanamayarak Nazan’ı hemen sırt üstü çevirip bütün döllerimi yüzüne boşalttım. Hemen banyoya gidip duş aldık. Duşta Nazan’ı bir kez daha götünden siktim. Duştan sonra Nazanla kocası yurt dışında olduğu zaman bunları tekrarlama konusunda anlaştık ve öpüşerek ayrıldık. O gece karımı da evire çevire siktim. Artık Nazan’ın kocası yurtdışında olduğu zaman ona ben kocalık yapıyorum. Oda bende bu durumdan çok ama çok memnunuz.

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