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So there I was tied to her bed in nothing but my underwear. Underwear that by this point was way, and I mean way, too tight and I know she was making me keep on just to toy with my arousal. After she secured me to the bed with a couple of sets of her pantyhose, she told me to stay put while she got more comfortable. Like I really had a choice at this point.

As I laid there waiting, I tried mostly in vain to ignore the pounding sensation inside my bikini briefs. Not for the first time since I started dating this girl, I thought about switching to boxers, but that would make my horniness blatantly obvious anytime I was around her and I didn’t want that. Plus, she liked my bikinis, so I was stuck.

After what seemed like an eternity of being left to my own thoughts and arousal she came back in the room. My jaw hit my chest when I saw her. She was wearing a matching pink silk bra and panty set. The color went perfectly with her smooth slightly tanned skin tone. The bra held her ample breasts perfectly showing just enough cleavage to be alluring and creating the perfect shape. The panties were string bikinis with a slightly higher cut in the front than she usually wore but still skimpy. She did a twirl and showed off her nice thick round ass covered in the panties. Seeing that made my cock throb inside my bikinis.

“Holy shit!!” I said after she did her twirl.

“She gave me a seductive grin and said, “I guess you like what you see.”

She crawled Abidinpaşa Escort up on the bed and hovered over me giving me a perfect view down her bra. I pulled on my restraints wanting to get my hands on her body, but I couldn’t reach. She grinned at my predicament and said, “Too bad you can only look but not touch.”

She then spun around and moved her ass over just over my groin region in a grinding/twerking like motion. Her perfect ass in those silky pink panties was mere inches above my hardon. “Damn this girl knows how to tease…” I thought as I watched mesmerized.

She then spun back around and eyed my hardon that was ready to break out of my bikinis. “Should we let this out?” she asked coyly.

I didn’t even try to hide my desperation saying, “Oh baby please let it out. It’s really tight now.” Thankfully she had some mercy on me at that point and slowly pulled down my bikinis and thew them to the side giving my hardon immense relief.

If I thought the teasing was over though I was mistaken. She then took my hardon in her hand and gently began tracing it with her fingers. Over and over again she traced the length and particularly the head with her fingers. She was very gentle in her motions clearly not wanting to over excite me.

After doing this for a while she spun around again and repeated her twerking/grinding routine this time inches from my naked cock. She knew I loved her thick ass and that this would Escort Abidinpaşa drive me crazy, and it did. She ended this part of the tease by pressing her ass up against my cock briefly before turning around again facing me.

“All this teasing has got me all worked up.” she said. “Look at my panties.” I noticed that the front of her panties were getting damp. She then backed up to give me a full view as she plunged her hand down the front of her panties and began to play with herself. It was super sexy and also super frustrating given my current situation to watch her masturbate.

It wasn’t long before she was really getting into it moaning and clenching her body. “Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes!!” she moaned, and I knew she was pushing herself over the edge. She threw her head back in ecstasy giving another loud moan as I watched her soak her panties.

Once she calmed down from her orgasm, she smiled at me and said, “Oh my god baby that was wonderful.” After seeing all this my arousal was at peak levels. I had never needed relief so bad. My cock was pointing straight up, and the tip was getting wet with pre-cum.

She grinned at me and eying my hardon she said, “I guess we should give this some attention.” Before I could respond she spun around again and after a few more twerks of her big booty slid up close to my cock.

She then reached behind her grabbing my cock in her hand and using her other hand lifted up Abidinpaşa Escort Bayan one of the leg bands of her panties at the bottom of her ass and sliding my cock under it and letting the panties back down over it. I now looked on in awe as my cock was under her panties up against her sweet ass.

Then she began to slowly stroke it. It took all my self-control not to lose my load right then and there. The silk felt unreal being rubbed across my super hard cock. She was careful to stroke it super slow and super gently but even then, it wasn’t long before my cock was starting to twitch uncontrollably.

I was torn between wanting to blow my enormous load and not wanting this slow sensual cock tease to end, but I knew if this kept up, I wouldn’t last much longer. I finally told her in a panting voice, “Baby I don’t think I can hold it in much longer.”

She turned her head and with a wicked grin said, “I soaked the front of these panties I want you to soak the back.” Before I could even respond she suddenly upped the pace and force of her stroking.

A few seconds of that was all it took and suddenly my cock blowing like a geyser soaking her ass and panties in my cum. She stroked until my cock was completely exhausted before pulling it out of her panties.

She then spun around before standing up on the bed and taking her panties off and lowering herself down near me again. “Look what we’ve done to these panties.” she said as she them up over my chest. They were soaked on both sides, and I couldn’t help but be a little impressed at the load I shot in the back of them that was now dripping on to me.

She then threw the panties to the side before untying me. We were both completely tuckered at that point cuddled up together naked before falling asleep.

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I opened the top drawer of the dresser and found a gold mine. The whole drawer was full of nothing but panties. I quickly began to go through them, and they were all quite sexy and feminine. I pulled out a silky light blue pair with thin lace trim that really appealed to me. I had dropped my pants and was about to pull my junk out of my boxers when I heard a throat clear and a voice say, “Enjoying yourself?”

I froze in fear and slowly looked over to see who had caught me. I looked over a saw a slightly taller girl with brown hair wearing non-descript baggy clothes. The clothes gave her a tomboyish appearance to her. Her name was Lacey, and I knew her somewhat from around campus but not really well. In spite of being in a very awkward situation I thought to myself, “This can’t be her room, can it? A plain girl like her with all these sexy panties? Doesn’t make sense.”

She quietly shut the door behind her and waked right up to me. “You were about to have some fun with these weren’t you?” she asked me with a devilish grin on her face.

By then I was flaming hot from embarrassment and wanted to find a way out of this mess. I tried to stutter out an apology but she put a finger to the tip of my lip saying, “You’re lucky I’ve always had a little bit of a crush on you. Now what were you about to do?”

I was completely shocked again. She had a crush on me?! “I was going to jack off with them.” I said tentatively. “I didn’t know they were yours.”

“You thought they were Jessica’s, didn’t you?” she asked. “I’ve seen you eyeing her the whole time you’ve been here. “I know Jessica is hot, but she can’t give you this.”

Lacey then began to unbutton the baggy plaid shirt she had on. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head when I saw the huge tits she had concealed by the oversized shirt. Her big tits were set nicely in a leopard print bra that looked perfect. I had never been one for thicker girls but now all of a sudden, my tastes were evolving. I suddenly felt my cock spring back to life and begin to tent my boxers.

“I guess you like the view. Somebody had woken up.” she said noticing the tent in my boxers. Ufuktepe Escort She then reached out gently and unbuttoned the fly on my boxers and very gently pulled my erection free from the confines of the shorts. “Very nice.” she said with a smirk. “Does that feel better?” I gently nodded yes.

She then stepped back again unbuttoning the rest of her shirt before discarding it. She then unbuttoned the baggy jeans she had on. They dropped to reveal a pair of silky leopard print panties that matched the bra perfectly. As she spun to kick out of her jeans, I got a nice eye full of a nice thick round ass in those leopard panties.

I was in complete awe of this girl’s body. Underneath the baggy tomboy clothes was a perfect body. She had curves in all the right places and thick without being too thick. “Why does she hide this gorgeous body under such baggy clothes?” I thought to myself.

She then walked up to me again taking the silky blue panties out of my hand. “You were going to do this weren’t you?” she asked before wrapping them around my now fully hard member and beginning to stroke.

To say it felt good would be the understatement of the century. The silk being pulled across my cock gently but not too gently was unlike anything I could have imagined. The fact that it was being done by this girl I just discovered is smoking hot added immensely to the pleasure. My member gave several involuntary throbs under her teasing and pre-cum was pushing its way out getting the silk wet.

“I had no idea you were such a pervert.” she said as she watched my cock twitch under her panty jacking. “If I had known that I would have flashed you my panties a long time ago.” she added in a wicked tone.

“Let’s get these ugly things out of the way.” she said indicating my boxers. She then fed my hardon back through the fly before pulling them down. I kicked them to the side as she re-wrapped my hardon and continued playing with it.

She then went lower and wrapped my balls in the silky panties and began to very gently squeeze and stroke. How I didn’t lose it then I don’t know because the Ufuktepe Escort Bayan sensation was unreal. The action on my balls pushed more pressure down to my hardon making it extremely hard and it began to twitch uncontrollably again.

After a few minutes of this she resumed the teasing of my cock very gently stroking it in a jacking off motion. This tomboy with a hot body was clearly well versed in cock teasing as she knew that anymore pressure with her motions and I would be soaking those panties wrapped around it. She was keeping me at peak arousal, and I was absolutely loving it.

After who knows how long of this teasing she stopped and unwrapped my cock and balls and held the panties up in front of me. There was a massive spot of pre-cum from all her teasing and she said, “Look what you’ve done to these panties.” She then took my hand and guided it to the crotch of the panties she had on and said, “And look what you’ve done to these panties.” The panties she had on were quite damp in the front and I couldn’t help but feel some satisfaction at having gotten her arousal levels up a bit.

She then sat down on the leather bench at the end of her bed before spreading her legs and saying, “I can’t go back to the party like this, and you owe me for pervin on my panties. You better get me off good unless you want everyone to know what a little perv you are.”

I quickly got down on my knees as she pulled her panties to the side and buried my face between her legs. Luckily, I was pretty good at giving girls oral and it wasn’t long before she was squeezing my face with her thighs and pushing my face tighter into her pussy and telling me to finish her in between moans. Seconds later after a muffled gasp and scream my face was getting soaked in her essence and she was panting from the orgasm.

She let me up before saying, “That was absolutely amazing. I guess pervs make good pussy eaters. She then pulled her panties off and threw them at me saying, “You better dry off.” I used the dry back of the panties to clean all of her juices off my face. “I guess we had better rejoin the Escort Ufuktepe party before people get suspicious.” she then added.

“Wait a minute you can’t leave me like this.” I exclaimed gesturing down to my raging erection.

“That’s what you get for being a pervert and going through a girl’s undies.” she said with a smirk on her face.

She then picked up my boxers and put them on. I was even more shocked and said, “What are you doing? I need those. I can’t go back there commando especially with this.” again indicating my massive hardon.

“Of course not I wouldn’t do that to you baby.” she said in a mock sweet voice. She then picked up the panties she had caught me with and teased me with. “Since you like these so much you can wear them.”

“No way I can’t wear these!” I said.

“It’s either that or commando.” she said. “I wonder how long before someone notices your boner or the front of your shorts getting wet.”

I knew the panties would be better than nothing so I slid them on. Luckily they were high enough to contain my erection. Surprisingly they held all my junk perfectly and were it not for my boner would have been quite comfortable.

“Those look really cute on you.” she said as she picked our clothes. “Now lets get dressed and rejoin the party.” I pulled my clothes on as I watched her perfectly sexy body disappear under her baggy clothes.

The next few hours were torture on my cock and balls. The silky panties kept my cock at least semi hard at all times. Every time it would start to go soft movement would quickly cause the silk to rub it and it would shoot right back up. Luckily my shirt was long enough to hide the effects.

As the party was wrapping up most people had either staggered out or passed out wherever Lacy walked with me out to my car. With everyone out of earshot she said, “I bet I know the first thing you’re going to do when you get home.” she said with a wicked grin. “I want those panties back clean though. Or I tell Jessica what a little perv you are.”

“I’m not sure I even care about what she thinks anymore honestly.” I said. “I think I might have found someone better.”

She smiled at me and said, “Well, we’ll see what happens.” before giving me a chaste kiss on my bottom lip. “I hope you have fun when you get home.” she added as I got in the car. I knew this wicked little tease had me right where she wanted me. The crazy thing was that I liked it.

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This new imbalance in our marital roles was locked in. There would be no going back, only forward. Primarily in the bedroom, and to a lesser extent, any other time the situation called for it, I was now the lesser half of a female-led relationship.

It’s kind of funny how life always presents us with forks in the road of our destinies. Often, we give little thought as to which way we should turn. Instead, we aimlessly make right and left turns at those forks. Any one of those earlier choices may have caused our life to turn out entirely differently. But by the time we might reflect upon, even regret the choices we’ve made, it’s too late to turn back. We must press on and make the best of what we are left with. Who knows, you just may luck out after all.

I am reminded of the song Marie requested for our first dance as husband and wife at our wedding reception: “Bless the Broken Road” by Rascal Flatts. As someone who is not much of a Country Music fan, that was the first time I actually listened to the words. So moved that she had chosen this to represent ‘our song,’ my tears were running down my cheeks and dripping on her dress by the second verse.

Eleven years later, all the previous forks in my road had led me here. Only time would tell if this is where I was always meant to be. Right or wrong, I had made my choice and would live with the consequences. From now on, I would acquiesce to my wife’s wishes.

In less than an hour, a years-long relationship of equality had been transformed into one where the female takes charge.

A by-product of these new roles and rules, my wife was spending more of her free time away from the house and less time doing her share of chores. It now fell upon me to pick up the slack. Besides the lawn and general home and car maintenance, I began doing more of the dusting, vacuuming, laundry, and cooking. I simply shrugged it off as the consequences of being a subservient cuckold.

My wife’s happiness has more than made up for any inconvenience her absences might have caused. And even though my orgasms were still under her control, Marie always makes time to tend to my emotional needs. She always provides plenty of hugs, kisses, and words of love and affection whenever she is with me.

Marie has stated that splitting her free time between her husband and her lover has been challenging but also very rewarding. She proves this by warming my heart with an abundance of gratitude, saying she’s “incredibly lucky for having such a good and giving husband.” (Although, she will sometimes rephrase it as being lucky to have a cuckold for a husband.)

As before, Marie regularly dreamed up what she likes calling “games” for me to play. In reality, they’ve been more like challenging dares I’m expected to complete. These games had become increasingly demanding in the days leading up to Halloween.

Traditionally, Halloween is a time for kids to pretend to be someone or something else by getting dressed up in costumes. Not since Marie and I were kids had we put on a costume. (As long as you don’t count the kind of outfit we might wear for adult-time role-playing.) For several days leading up to that day, I worried that my wife might exercise her newfound authority over me and craft a whole new “game” to be played. Could this be the year when portraying someone we are not exits the safety of the bedroom and goes public? Might I be required to put on a costume? I could only guess what that costume might be. No doubt, the more humiliating, the better.

Aside from our daughter’s observance of the holiday by trick-or-treating in costume, Halloween came and went like any other day. Naturally, I was relieved when it was over, and no related challenge ever materialized for me.

Unfortunately, that feeling wouldn’t last.

When I returned from work the following Friday, Marie informed me that Megan was spending the weekend with her Aunt Diane, Marie’s sister, and the cousins. As for a reason, well, that she said would have to wait. “I’ll tell you all about it while you are getting me ready for Jason. I’m seeing him in less than two hours.”

And so it was. As I washed, shaved, and primped my wife for another rendezvous Şenlik Escort with her lover, she informed me that we were invited to a party the next night. A costume party. [OH, NO!]

“This will be so much fun,” she said enthusiastically. “I haven’t been to a costume party in ages. Tomorrow, we’ll go shopping for our costumes. I’ve got some great ideas of what to get.”

As you can imagine, this was not open for discussion. Marie had made up her mind, accepted the invitation, and that was that.

I woke up the following morning the same way I had gone to bed, alone. My wife had taken full advantage of our childless weekend and spent the entire night with her stud.

When Marie did finally return, she looked exhausted and ravaged, yet radiant. I helped her undress, feasted on a massive creampie, gave her a quick but effective sponge bath, then left her to get some sleep.

As she slept, I tried not to think about what a night in costume with people I knew would be like. More importantly, what would I be going as? The harder I tried not thinking about it, the more those thoughts hounded me. It wasn’t until I admitted to myself that, just like in my youth, the decision as to what I’d be going dressed as was in the hands of someone else. Ultimately, I would wear whatever costume was provided for me. All I could do was keep telling myself that I would survive this – no matter how I was dressed.

That afternoon, we shopped. Boy, did we shop! For Marie, it was simple. She found what she would wear in an actual costume store. But they didn’t have what she had in mind for me. No, it couldn’t be that simple. We bounced from thrift stores and consignment shops to a discount mart. It didn’t take long to figure out what I would be going as. All I had to do was keep my mouth shut, question nothing, and do as I was told, even if it meant taking items into a dressing room to try on and then coming out to model for her – and anyone else who happened to be nearby.

That evening, Marie decided that she would help me get into costume first. Of course, we had both showered and shaved beforehand. She started by painting my fingernails. You can already see where this is headed. My wife’s idea for my perfect costume was to turn me from a ‘he’ to a ‘she.’

Next, Marie applied eyeliner, mascara, and shadow to my eyelids. She then tweezered and colored my eyebrows. Next, she used a complexion cream to mask my larger beard-growing pores, brushed on several colored powders to give my face “contour,” and finished by applying lipstick. It was then time to get dressed.

Marie pretty much did it all for me. First, she hooked a black lacy suspender belt around my waist. That was for holding up a seasonally appropriate pair of stockings: nude with black spiderwebs decorating them. After stretching and smoothing them up the length of each leg, (which admittedly felt incredibly stimulating), the stocking tops were attached to the garter belt suspenders.

The next ordeal I was subjected to was something I could never have seen coming. Marie had me stand with my feet spread apart. Then using medical tape, she tucked one testicle at a time up into the abdominal pouch. She then applied additional tape to secure the remaining scrotum in place. Next, after sticking two extra long pieces of tape to the end of my penis, Marie secured them there by snugly wrapping more tape around the head of my dick. Taking those free-hanging strips and pulling down and back, she stretched my penis between my legs, attaching the resulting sling inside either butt cheek.

Surprisingly, it sounds more painful than it actually was. Actually, it was oddly arousing. Even after all that manipulation, stretched and strangled as it was, my dick couldn’t inflate, much less become erect. Somehow, losing that ability somehow caused a kind of erotic mental stimulation.

With all my male bits neatly tucked away, I stepped into an undersized pair of spandex panties. Once in place, it appeared that my dick and balls had been removed. Grazing my hand over my groin felt like I was cupping a woman’s pussy. With my dick stretched across and dividing my scrotum, my panties hinted that Şenlik Escort Bayan a female vulva – AKA a camel-toe – was within. Disturbing as this should have been, undeniable thrills shot throughout my entire body instead.

The next item was a snow-white, lightly padded push-up bra. After some manipulation, the bra pushed what little breast meat I had towards the center of my chest, giving the appearance that I had grown a pair of modestly sized breasts accentuated by a surprising amount of cleavage. I kind of liked that. Marie brushed some darker powder between my boobs to create the illusion of even greater cleavage.

A white blouse with black pinstripes finished my top half. The blouse was a v-neck that buttoned to just above the bra, leaving my forced cleavage exposed. On my bottom half, I first stepped into a black skirt, then a pair of two-inch high heel shoes. (Yes, they were among the day’s purchases after being fitted by a sales clerk and modeled in front of others.) Once the skirt was hooked and zipped around my waist, Marie looked at me in awe of the finished results. I was embarrassed. Adding to my embarrassment, the hem of the skirt was so short it barely covered the top of the stockings.

For finishing touches, she attached a pair of clip-on earrings to my earlobes and hooked a pendant necklace around my neck. “It helps draw a man’s eye to a woman’s breasts.” Checking myself in the mirror, I could see why.

After taking my eyes from what appeared to be B-cup breasts, I took in the complete picture of what I had become. Damn! If I didn’t know I was behind this get-up, I’d have believed that I was looking at a relatively young and, admittedly, alluringly sexy woman.

If this was what was to be, then everything was perfect—all except for my hair.

This seems as good a time as any to mention that for quite some time now, I had been known to go somewhere around 8 to 10 weeks between haircuts. Both Marie and Megan always told me they like my wavy hair long and free-flowing. Well, just as the length was starting to get on my nerves, that sexual reunion with the old boyfriend occurred.

From that evening on, our lives began changing, and getting a haircut got pushed way down on my to-do list. Now that it was the end of October, it was going on close to four months since I last saw my barber.

To make do at work, I resorted to pulling my hair back into a man-bun which management and co-workers accepted. However, with how I was currently dressed, a man-bun wasn’t going to work. Marie did a quick brush-out of my lengthening hair, then clipped it behind each ear to ensure the earrings remained visible. After a spritz of perfume, except for shoes, I was all set.

A serious question popped into my mind. “What if I need to pee?” I asked.

“Whoa! Hold that thought. Before I answer that, I want you to stand in front of the mirror.” What one thing had to do with the other, I didn’t know, but I did it anyway. Marie instructed, “Now closely look at yourself and then ask that question again.” Damn. I still found it hard to believe it was me in the mirror. I looked that good.

Studying the reflection of the lovely lady in the mirror, I began to repeat my question. “How am I supposed to….?” That’s when I got what Marie was getting at. The voice didn’t match the image. “You heard it, didn’t you? That is not the appropriate voice for a lady, is it?” I had to agree. “You need to speak softer and a little more breathy. Now try it again.”

It took a couple of attempts until we both felt I sounded convincingly feminine. Satisfied, Marie smiled slyly as she answered my original question.

“Don’t worry, my dear. I thought of that. I left a little opening in the tape. When stretched, the tip of your dick lined up perfectly with where a woman’s urethra would be. Just pull your panties down to your knees and sit to pee like a lady does. Just be sure to wipe when you’re done.” I could only shake my head as to what I was going along with.

Of course, much of this wasn’t a surprise. After all, I had been a reluctant accomplice in shopping for my costume. But if having me wear panties and bras daily hadn’t Escort Şenlik already tested my boundaries, Marie just pushed me to take things a multitude of levels beyond that.

Day by day. Bit by bit, I was being challenged to break customary barriers and jump through non-traditional hoops, all for the sake of holding onto the woman I couldn’t imagine being without.

When it came to Marie’s costume, instead of matching the theme of my get-up by also doing a role reversal, hers was that of a scantily clad biker babe. That consisted of black, super tight short-shorts, a black, half-cup bra under a sleeveless denim jacket so short that much of her midriff remained exposed. Instead of the expected motorcycle club name on the back, her jacket read, ‘OUT 4 FUN’.

After putting on darker than usual lipstick and eye shadow, she combed some sort of gel through her hair. It slicked down her lovely mane of hair back until it lay flat against her head. As a finishing touch, she applied several threatening-looking temporary tattoos. Of course, she had them on her arms and legs. But also on each side of her exposed waist and one on the inside of her otherwise barely covered right breast.

God! She looked incredibly hot, in a very dangerous way.

The neighbors hosting the party lived in one of the larger houses in our part of town. It had been built 40 odd years ago for the mistress of some big-shot finance wizards. After the guy was imprisoned for creating a Ponzi scheme, the house was impounded. That forced his mistress and their kids to move out. After that, it was owned by a family of six who, years later, after their kids moved out, decided to downsize. Most recently, this nice, financially comfortable couple bought it.

This past summer, they invited several neighborhood families to join some of their friends to attend an end-of-summer BBQ and pool party there. The couple went all out with endless burgers and other munchies. There was an open bar for the adults. For the kids, they had even rented an inflatable slide. Almost everyone took dips in the swimming pool at one point or another. Needless to say, everyone had a really good time.

When Marie got the invite for tonight’s party, one thing was made very clear; this would be an adults-only affair. Absolutely, no minors.

The great thing about where they lived was that their house was close enough that we could walk there, drink as much as we wanted, and easily stagger home again when it ended. Cool, right

The temperature was seasonably cool for late October, but we still chose to travel as lightly as possible. There we were walking hand-in-hand along the street. Two women who, based on appearances, were from opposite ends of the social spectrum. The leather-jacketed, half-naked biker babe and the fashionably dressed socialite. Biker babe clopped along in heavy black boots while the high heels worn by the socialite clicked with each step.

Already my feet were beginning to hurt. And these were only two-inch heels! I wondered, [How do women endure 4, 5, and 6-inch heels?] All I knew was I wasn’t sure how long my feet would last.

It was about then that I began noticing and enjoying how my clothing was moving against my skin. The air caressed my nylon-covered legs, and the breeze flowed beneath the skirt, tickling my bound-up crotch, and being hairless made this even more noticeable and pleasurable. Wearing a skirt had its benefits.

“Hey, babe. I just thought of something. If I’m supposed to act and speak like a woman, don’t you think I should have a woman’s name?”

At first, Jess seemed like a logical choice, until it didn’t. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. It sounds too much like my real name. It almost announces who’s behind this get-up. If I’m going to play the part of a woman properly, then I need to be that woman. Besides, there are guys with the name Jesse. Their nickname is also Jess.” Marie asked if I had a better idea for a name. “Well… How about Linda? If I had been born a girl, my parents planned on naming me Linda. I’d rather go with that.”

Honestly, I don’t think Marie cared what name I went by. But the smile on her face made it apparent that she was delighted that I had relented and now fully committed to playing my part as a female. A part my wife had orchestrated. And, dammit, I was going to play it to perfection.

Marie beamed, “Okay, Linda. Let’s join the party and have some fun.”

End of Part 14B

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We were sitting at a small table in an empty restaurant, late one winter, Saturday night, when you saw something was wrong. I had recently received another promotion and it was one we both agreed I couldn’t turn down. It was a great move and I had found a way to mostly deal with the stress I faced.

“What’s wrong,” you said as you reached for my hand.

“Nothing.”

“Not nothing. What is it?”

I exhaled.

“Sometimes it is tiring to be responsible and in charge. When I look back at different times in my life, they always nudged me into leadership. School groups, mentoring exchange students, church, Bravo, here… now. I don’t know that I’m much of a leader.”

“But they do.”

“Right.”

“Because you are. You care too. About the job and the people. A lot of people don’t.”

“Yeah…”

“Is that all?”

“I guess it’s the control thing. Keeping it all together, all of the time.”

“And you want to let go sometimes.”

“I do.”

You smiled and squeezed my hand.

“I can help with that. Let me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll take control sometimes. In ways you’ll like.”

“Please do,” I laughed.

“I mean it.”

“I believe you.”

I had no idea what you had in mind but my mind ran through the possibilities. Restraint. Teasing. Denial and reward alternated and driving me crazy.

I smiled back. I had no idea what waited for me. And neither did you but you got to work.

A few weeks later, we are alone again. Another dinner. A miracle, but these days we can comfortably afford it. We are finishing dessert when you slip me a folded piece of paper. Thick stock. Emblem on the front. A hotel. You smile and get up and leave. I look and see it is the hotel next door. Inside is a key card. A room number scrawled beside it.

The waiter returns and I hand him my debit card. You have a few minute lead on me. I’m wondering what is going on. What do you have planned?

Check settled, I grab our coats from the coat check girl.

“Your wife left without her coat. Is she ok?”

“She’s fine. She’s just next door. I’ll take it to her, thanks.”

I pace the elevator as I nervously wonder at what is happening. I didn’t know you could pace in an elevator.

The doors open and I walk the hall to the room. I swipe the badge and the little light above the handle turns green. It’s dark inside. I walk in and close the door behind me.

The windows ahead of me are bare. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city below. The only source of light in the room comes from the city beyond. You’re by the windows looking out. You’ve changed clothes. A white top tucked into a tight brown skirt. Your hair is pulled back in a pony tail. You’re wearing your glasses.

“Hello, Mr… actually we didn’t do last names when we met at the library.”

I catch on right away. You Subayevleri Escort had mentioned this fantasy before.

“Why did you invite me here?”

“You know why. You are exhausted and dejected. I saw you staring at the wall of the cubicle in the corner of my library and walked right up to you, which I never do, and asked if you were ok. When you told me everything, which surprised me, since I’m just a librarian, I felt something inside me stir. I’ve never been one to reach out to others. But I wanted to help. Remind you what’s out there. Take some burden off of you. In a way that’s what librarians are there for. We just don’t usually take it this far.”

“Usually,” I said.

“Right.”

“Strip.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Strip, and then sit on the chair.”

You pull out a rigid plastic chair at the small table by the window. I undo my tie, which you take and pull taut in your hands.

I’m naked.

“Cold?”

I look down and see my penis is withdrawn and my balls tight against my body.

“I guess it was cold outside.”

“I’ll warm you up. Sit.”

I listen and sit down. The plastic is cold against my butt. You tie my wrists behind my back. You straddle my lap, leaning down to kiss me, and hike up your skirt so you can spread your legs and sit on me. Your panties are sheer white and I can see the hint of your naked pussy through them. Smooth. I want to put my mouth to it, have you above me, pulling the back of my head tighter against you as my lips meet your body.

You kiss me again and I look into your eyes. You reach down and I feel your warm hands fondle my balls. Then another sensation. A clicking noise. I look down and there’s something wrapped around my manhood. It keeps my cock contained and loops around my balls. I’ve heard about this and I instantly feel a thrill and a fear.

“To keep you from getting hard. I’m taking away your control. That’s what you told me you wanted when we met. ‘If only for a few minutes.'”

“Yes,” I say and my lips grasp for yours. You pull back and wave your finger back and forth.

“Not so fast.”

You let your hair down. And then unbutton your shirt, pulling it out of your skirt and exposing your sheer bra. I see your nipples. Hard. You’re excited too. You reach behind your back and unzip the skirt. You shimmy it and it falls to the floor.

My body starts to respond. Longing for you but unable to get hard. My balls soften and swell inside of the cage. My cock expands as much as it can but no further.

You walk away, to the door and open it. A shadowed figure enters. You lead him into the room, into the dim light. I don’t know him. But I can see he’s a type you like. Rugged, tall, strong features, nice hair, and seemingly fit. I have no idea where you found him and instantly my mind recalls the fantasies Subayevleri Escort Bayan we have talked about for a few years.

It was never quite like this though.

You slip off your bra and toss it playfully onto my head. Your thumbs hook into your panties and you slip them off. My mouth drops open as I see your body, my default reaction to your hotness. You smile and stuff the panties in my mouth.

You start to strip him, at times looking my way but mostly not. Once his shirt is off and you see his muscular chest and arms, your fingers explore. I see your subtle excitement as your hands run down his chest, over his stomach. Further and further down. Unclasping his belt you drop his pants. He is down to his boxers.

Immobile. Speechless. Forced to watch. Seeing you into him and I can do nothing. I cannot take you and fuck you now. The loss of control is strangely erotic.

You kneel before him and pull his boxers down. His cock springs free. His balls are hanging low, and which I know from my personal experience means he is full. His cock isn’t hard but it is getting there and it’s much more than mine. More in length and more in girth.

You gasp and shyly touch it.

“I’ve never seen one quite so…big.”

My body reacts on pure impulse. I try to break free so I can take you away from him. But it’s useless. You tied a good knot.

You look back at me and raise an eyebrow before turning back to him. You look up at him as you take the tip of his cock in your mouth. He groans and looks up trying to contain himself.

I know you and your technique and your abilities with your tongue and can only imagine what you’re doing. I see a glimpse of your cheek sucked in. Jealousy floods me. But also I’m horny AF. I want you to suck my cock.

It doesn’t take long for him to be hard and the two of you don’t waste time. He lifts you up and tosses you into the bed. You spread your legs so I see your pussy, practically dripping. He puts his head between your legs and you watch me as you run your hands through his hair. You’re getting louder and louder and then you throw your head back and arch your back until a crescendo. You’re out of breath.

He stands up and then takes his cock, pressing the head against your body. He runs it over your soaking pussy. Back and forth, up and down, until you reach down and take it and pull him in by it.

You gasp yet again as he slowly fills you. You are propped up on your elbows so you can look down between your legs and see him filling you.

He starts to thrust.

“Slow, let me get used to you,” you say, breathless.

“Your ‘friend’ isn’t this big?”

You look at me and then both look at my restrained cock. You shake your head no.

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve only seen him flaccid.”

“Tell him how it feels.”

“It Escort Subayevleri feels like too much. But in a very, very good way.”

My cock is leaking come at this point. There’s so much built up and the visual stimulation makes it se there’s nowhere else for it to go. My balls feel like they’re going to burst.

You move your hands to his hips and control his rhythm, which begins to speed up. I hear his balls slapping against your body. You let go and take hold of his arms, bracing against him. He grabs them and with force holds them above your head. You scream as you are overloaded by his dominance.

I watch you come again, and again, and as he flips you over so you face me, while he takes you from behind. I watch your face while you’re on all fours and he enters you. You whisper, “I love you.” It’s the only time you break from the roleplay.

He covers your mouth then. Your eyebrows arch again and he thrusts hard into you. Your breasts are heaving and tossing every which way with each of his thrusts. I want to take them into my mouth.

You push him back and you take charge. Throw him onto the bed. His head is closer to my end of the room. I watch as you hover above him. You take his cock and lower yourself onto him. I watch like you did as he fills you, spreading your pussy to its limits. You take it all, your body at rest against his. Then you grab his arms and pin them to the bed as you bounce on him. Your breasts are a delight to watch.

“I’m com-” he begins to say but you cover his mouth.

He tries to break free but you keep riding him. He moans and I see his ab muscles clenching. He’s about to come. Then your eyes go wide as you feel his come filling you.

You give him a few good, strong hip motions and then slide off of him. His cock flies upward, slapping against his stomach. You lie back on the bed and catch your breath.

“Time to go,” you say to the stranger.

“Will I see you again?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

He sits up and walks across the bed on his knees.

You take him in your mouth and keep him hard. He’s still so sensitive and throbbing.

I grow very jealous. You’ve never done that for me. I look between your legs. Your pussy is bright red. Swollen and still gaping from his rigorous fucking. You’re stretched wide.

I watch as his balls surge and your throat as you swallow. He picks up his clothes and quickly dresses by the door and quietly exits.

You sit up and quickly come to me. Come falls from between your legs to the floor between mine. You lift a leg onto the table beside me, resting a foot there, and give me no choice but to go down on you until you come again.

The naughtiness of it all makes it easy for you to come quickly. And then you untie me and break character.

You grab the key to the cage and undo it. My cock surges to life, hard within seconds. I push to back to the bed. Throw you onto your belly, holding your hands on the bed above your head. I spread your legs with my knee and enter you from behind.

At first you feel different. Less accommodating than usual. Your body comes back. You take me, and I fuck you hard, taking you back. Reestablishing control.

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Even though Emily had still not managed to satisfy her desire to be fucked, she was still feeling better about escaping from the United States. There, like all girls, she had come of age sexually in a public ritual called the Festival where an older man had penetrated her up for the first time, beginning a period where she was eligible for training by all men with daughters her age or older. In Canada, where she had fled to, this was not the case.

She also no longer worried so much about being discovered and thought a freak or a victim because of her experiences. She was even thinking about reaching back out to David, the young man she’d taken home and confused with her blowjob skills and lack of knowledge of condoms, opening up to him, and asking him for another date. (‘Really, it would be a first date’, she reminded herself. ‘Picking someone up isn’t a proper date.’)

But that next morning when she went to get the newspaper, there was a letter waiting for her that broke her composure. It had been forwarded by the Catholic relief agency which had helped her get settled in and written a letter to her father to tell him that she had made it to Canada and was alright. They hadn’t given out her address for her own safety, but had told her that they would send along any mail that came for her, and she briefly thought it was from him.

But when she saw the return address, she realized that it was from her mentor. He was the man who had helped her get over her self-consciousness and showed her how to open up and embrace what her body was built for, and then given her all the pleasure she could handle. Even now, she remained grateful for his attention and care. She read it.

“Ms. Emily,

Your father is still too shocked and disappointed by your illegal departure from his house and from your training to write to you. I know you initially struggled with being trained, as many girls of your intellect seem to, but I thought we were past all of that and I am most aggrieved that you have thrown away everything I put the time in to train you for. I thought you were a good girl, Ms. Emily, but you have been a very bad girl indeed. You have brought shame onto your family and your town and I am telling you now that you are to come back. While I only train good girls, I will work with your father — who understands now that he should have been much firmer and more hands-on from you from the start – and with the local authorities to come up with an appropriate punishment for you. After that, if you work your hardest, you can be a good girl for me again. “

Emily read his name at the bottom, signed with his characteristic flourish. Her hands were shaking and tears were streaming down her face. Some part of her thought that he would understand why she had to leave, that he might even be cautiously supportive, and now she saw that was foolish. She had been so certain that leaving had been the right thing to do. If you were sure that something was the right thing, then how could following through be anything but good?

She’d always been told that being a good girl was not just about obedience for the sake of obedience, but obedience to your father and the other fathers because they knew better than you did about what you needed. But in this case, as her father came closer to wanting to train her himself – something that most fathers did not do, but that he was entitled to if he wished – she had known what she needed, and that was to get away. But in her confusion, she still could not stand the idea of her mentor calling her a bad girl. She thought to herself that she had been wrong, and that she would have to go back.

While she couldn’t have explained why, the idea of going back and being punished and then absolved filled her with relief. She thought of her mentor and his muscular body. She thought of the pleasure he had shown to her, the way he had introduced her to weightlifting and been patient and supportive and charmed as her body filled out. The incredible way they had celebrated her 19th birthday together, when he had shown her that her purpose and her pleasure both could lie in serving two men at once, and then held her in bed until she fell asleep. She could not bear the thought of disappointing this man, but at the same time, she knew that he could not be correct.

She peeled off her short navy pajamas and stared at her body in the mirror. The girl in the mirror looked back, her face tear-stained but defiant, her body petite but strong. She admired the fullness of her breasts and the slope of her waist into her hips, and the legs and butt she’d spent so much of the last few years building with her mentor’s assistance.

She spread her legs and, using her fingers, spread open her labia and exposed the wetness inside her hidden parts, doing the special greeting he had worked on her with to get past her initially painful shyness about displaying her genitals. She next tried to see herself as her mentor and father would- a bad girl, in need of punishment. She stuck her tongue out and watched Sanatoryum Escort it. She circled her clitoris with her fingers. She lay back on her bed, her legs spread, and pushed her fingers in and out of her pussy, crying out.

She muttered to herself that she was a bad girl, trying to enjoy the idea of it as her body further responded to her own touch. The buildup of emotions coursed through her body and she felt herself shudder over and over at a distance, responding to her fingers, tensing and relaxing, hearing herself say “thank you” and not knowing who she was saying it to. And, for the first time, that pleasure seemed like something her body was taking, something she could have independent of deserving it, independent of being a good girl or a bad girl or any other kind of girl except the kind who was going to find pleasure where it could be found and have it.

A crazy idea occurred to her. Instead of looking for affirmation from a man that she was a good girl, she would go out, find what she wanted, and take it. But that thought was immediately followed by the memory of her failed first attempt to meet her sexual needs in Canada, where she had asked an older gentleman in a grocery store if he wanted to have her, and his kind rebuke of Emily had caused her to want to hide under her sheets forever. But then she remembered something that Benjamin, the professor she had done a mock training session with the day prior, had mentioned: in Canada, there were apps where you could find a man to go out with or take home.

He had mentioned one in particular, and Emily quickly searched for it and installed it on her phone. She was not a big smartphone user — in the United States, while it was standard for adults to have them (and for girls to get them as they came of age so that they could install the app by which trainers could find them), it was not normal to be constantly using your phone the way that she had noticed seemed to be the case in Canada. She had known how to use the basic functionality, but she would read a book if she wanted to read, and if she would make friends from school or church, or with the girls who were the daughters of her father’s colleagues from the university — girls, she thought to herself, who she would never get to see again. (It occurred to her now, thinking about it, that the other professors much more often had daughters than sons, and she wondered why she had never noticed this before and puzzled briefly for an explanation.)

But after installing the app, she was able to follow the instructions. She kept in mind the caution Benjamin had given her about not putting up naked photos, and she uploaded a few stills from videos she had taken of herself in the gym to review her form: in them, she was in a sports bra and a brief pair of shorts with a barbell on her back or in her hands. There was a section for text about yourself and what you were looking for, and she filled it out with the following:

“For the longest time I wanted to be a good girl, but now I’m not so sure that’s something I want to be, or even that it means what I thought it did. I want to ask for what I want and maybe even take it.”

She wasn’t sure if that was too short, but almost soon as she saved her profile, she started getting messages from men. Anything that called her a bad girl she deleted: she still hated that idea. And some of the messages were crude in a way that surprised her and she was not prepared for. While Emily adored sex and very much wanted to finally fulfill her body’s still unmet craving for it, she didn’t like anything that seemed like the man thought sex was dirty or humiliating. This was one area, she thought to herself, where she appreciated her upbringing and training. She had always been taught that wanting sex was natural and good, and while in retrospect she thought that some of the sex she’d been made to have was perhaps neither, she still generally believed this.

But there was one message from a man in his early twenties which surprised and intrigued Emily. It read, “Having to be a good girl all the time seems like a lot of pressure. Maybe I could try to be good for you, and you could see if you like that instead?”

Emily didn’t know what to make of that. The idea of a man, even a young one, trying to be good didn’t make sense to her. The men who had trained her had always seemed so confident, so assured that they knew what her body needed and how to give it to her. She worked so hard to impress them with her fitness routine and her compliance. She had always been devastated when she failed to please them and had to be punished and elated when the punishment was over and she could return to being a good girl. What did it even mean for a man to want to be good for her? She briefly forgot about the letter she had gotten from her mentor, and decided to, in the open-minded and good-natured spirit of research, respond to this and find out more.

She wrote back that she would like to explore that and to see what he could Sanatoryum Escort Bayan do to be good for her, and he made some suggestions which, while unexpected, excited her. The man – his name was Ariel, and he was a graduate student at the university that Emily would begin to attend in a week – was tall and thin with olive skin and dark brown curls and had a picture of himself biking, and another one where he was in a kitchen stirring a pot using a wooden spoon. Emily liked the idea of a man cooking for her — since it had just been her and her father for so long, she had done most of the cooking, while he would sit in the kitchen with her and grade papers or write. She wondered briefly how he was doing with her gone and then put the unhappy thought away and got back to Ariel.

They messaged back and forth revealing new small tastes of themselves for the other to enjoy. Ariel offered her a foot rub and a glass of wine and to show off his body to her. Emily was fascinated by the idea of getting to lean back and be the one judging, to get to appraise the body of a man who wanted to please her with some of the ardor with which she had wanted to please so many trainers, but especially her mentor. She offered him pieces of her story — that she had been used to trying to please men but wanted to try something else. That she was entirely new to whatever this something else might be. And she sent him pictures of herself that she would set to disappear quickly on the app, enjoying the feeling of teasing him.

They agreed to meet at the cafe down the street for breakfast. He assured that there was no pressure to go home together afterward, and he wanted her to feel safe. Feeling impish, Emily responded that she was going to be the one in charge and as such that she also wanted to make sure that he felt safe. She changed out of her pajamas and, pausing to think of what made her feel powerful, what she could imagine wearing to enjoy a man trying to be good for her, she put on gym clothes — a sports bra, a brief pair of shorts that showed off her well-built ass and quads, and a tank top, along with her sneakers. She liked how they displayed the body she’d worked so hard to develop, a body that could do things that she hadn’t known were possible, both in the gym and in bed. She left her face bare of makeup and her hair pulled back into a ponytail.

It was a sunny day, and Emily enjoyed soaking it in on all the parts of her exposed skin as she walked down the street to the cafe. She arrived first and saw that both of the people she’d noticed working at the cafe previously were there — the young woman with the shaved head and the nose ring and the young and very thin man with the long hair. They were behind the counter, and she saw that they were standing so close to each other that they were almost touching. Emily wondered if they were having sex and, if so, how that had started and what it was like. She ordered a latte and a croissant and waited for Ariel in what was fast becoming her favorite armchair.

As she waited, Emily started to feel nervous and a bit silly. What did she know about having a man display himself for her, about deciding what she wanted and evaluating him the way so many trainers had evaluated her? With Benjamin the previous day, she had struggled to even articulate what she wanted him to do with her. Did Ariel expect that she would tell him what to do right away? What if, having failed to be a good girl and having let down her father and mentor and her whole town, having committed this act of rebellion, she also failed at whatever other task she was attempting here?

But when Ariel walked in, his obvious and overwhelming nervousness freed Emily from her own. He was wearing a gray tee-shirt and jeans and sandals, and he fidgeted with his empty belt loops as he looked around the cafe and met her glance. He came over to her and introduced himself with an attempt at a hug that he quickly decided should be handshake instead and sat down briefly at the chair next to hers before remembering he hadn’t ordered, and then walked over to the counter to order a tea and wait for it, and then finally came back and sat down. She thought he looked very cute with his tight jeans and thick dark curls, and when he spoke, she detected a faint accent that she found herself enjoying but could not place.

They initially just chatted about school, with Ariel telling Emily about how he was beginning his second year as a philosophy Ph.D. student, and her telling him about her math and science studies and how she’d tried to get a jump on some of the readings and problem sets in preparation for her first semester as a transfer student. Emily summoned up what she’d learned about what men liked from her training, and she was pleased that her confidence and big smile and genuine interest in him seemed to calm him down, and soon they were talking like friends, and she decided to broach the topic that had brought them there.

To summon the confidence necessary, Emily Escort Sanatoryum reminded herself of what she’d been taught about her body and her desires being natural and good — even though she was pretty sure this was not what her trainers had in mind. “I’ve never had a man try to be good for me. It’s always me trying. But I’d like to.”

Ariel blushed and smiled at her “You’re very pretty, Ms. Emily. Can I call you that?”, and she nodded, struck by the different way he was saying her name than she was used to hearing it. “Maybe after all that work you have put in trying to be good, maybe you deserve to have someone doing that for you?”

He paused and she contemplated that idea and liked it. She thought about what she would do if she were a trainer — if she were entitled to enjoy a man’s body, if it were her job to teach him what he needed to know so that he could not just bring her pleasure, but also bring all the future women who had his body pleasure as well. She liked the sense of power, but also of feeling responsible for improving him.

Unsure of the details of how this would actually work but trying to continue to act like she knew — and wondering if the trainers who had worked with her had ever felt this way — Emily put her hand on Ariel’s knee and squeezed a little. “You should be good for me. How about we plan on starting with you taking your clothes off. You can show me your body and how you understand that I deserve to see all of it.” She realized as the words came out of her mouth that they might not even make sense to him, since they were coming out of her extremely specific experiences as a girl in the United States, but as she saw his eyes widen, she could tell that something he said had resonated with him.

“Please, Ms. Emily. A pretty girl like you, she deserves anything she wants from a man.” And now Emily found herself surprised. She’d heard a lot growing up and in training about girls’ prettiness, about how this was pleasing to men and proof that their bodies were meant to be used, how they were jewels meant to be accessed only by highest-status and most-deserving of men, those who had succeeded in marrying and having daughters, and raising them to Festival age and releasing them to be trained. She had never thought about the idea that she herself might be entitled to anything, except perhaps for men to take an interest in training her, but even that had to be constantly earned with good behavior and attention to detail in her appearance.

Trying to act boldly even if she wasn’t entirely feeling it, Emily determined that she would explore this situation and learn everything she could, even if it seemed like it might not lead to the penetration that her body had been craving for so long and that she had yet to satisfy. (Except, she reminded herself, with the glass toy that had been used with her to great effect.) She asked him some questions about what he was going to do for her, and he made some hopeful suggestions involving kneeling for her on the floor and rubbing her feet and showing her how he could open up and put a toy inside of himself. (She tried to swallow her shock at the idea of a man being penetrated. This was another idea she had never been taught to contemplate.) She decided she was ready to try this out, and she asked him if he wanted to go to his place or hers. He leaned toward her and reminded her of what they’ve talked about over the app, that he had a bottle of white wine in the refrigerator and every intent of pouring her a glass so she could drink it while he took off his clothes for her.

They finished their drinks and walked home together. He explained that he lived in graduate student housing just a couple of blocks away. He asked her if she knew where she’d be living. She explained that because she was a transfer student and had enrolled late, she did not yet know what dorm she’d be living in and might find out only a few days before it was time to move from her temporary apartment. He asked her why she’d moved to town before the beginning of the semester, and she shrugged and told him that there were things happening at home that she wanted to get away from, which was true although obviously not the whole story, and he accepted this explanation and did not probe further.

Ariel’s apartment was, like Emily’s, in a large building with carpeting that had seen better days. He let them in with a key and they walked up three flights of stairs, Emily glad in that moment that she was in good enough shape not to be made out-of-breath.

He let her in and gave her a brief but upbeat tour of his place, which was about the same size as her own studio apartment. It wasn’t messy, but it overflowed with books. His living room area was a battered brown couch and a wooden coffee table half-covered in papers, and he gestured for her to sit down there as he went to the small kitchen area.

“If you decide it’s too early for wine, I have seltzer. Or if you want something harder, there is a liquor – it’s like licorice, but not sweet.” Emily decided to go for the glass of wine and was pleased when Ariel handed her a glass of white wine in a champagne glass and brought out a bowl of strawberries to go with them. Now home, he seemed more comfortable, and when he took off his sandals, she followed his cue and untied her sneakers, and he followed that with interest.

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Found guilty as charged.

I stood in the Dock waiting for the judge to sentence me.

15 years in a closed correctional facility with no parole

Or

10 years in an open prison in Devon.

I didn’t have to think too hard and chose to serve my sentence at the open prison.

Three hours later I sat on a secure prison bus with three other females also sentenced to serve their sentences at HMP Correctional Dairy Farm.

“Does anyone have any idea what this place is?” said one of the other prisoners. A young woman who was in her early 20’s.

“I have heard that it is a dairy farm and we work as production workers on the farm and in the dairy.” replied another prisoner. She was a large woman in her 40’s

The prison bus travelled along winding country roads for a further 30 minutes until it pulled off the tarmacadam road and onto a bumpy unmade track.

The sight of the prison appeared as we drove through lush green fields. It certainly didn’t look like a prison but more like a farm with a number of what looked like accommodation blocks and office buildings.

The prison bus pulled up outside one of the office blocks.

Together with my fellow prisoners I entered the secure area within the building.

The reception area in the building looked more what I thought a prison would look like.

We stood in front of a large raised desk.

The female prisoner officer stood behind the desk spoke.

“Welcome ladies. This is HMP Correctional Dairy Farm. You have all willingly agreed to serve your sentences as milk production workers here at the farm. You will shortly be processed then taken to your accommodation block. Please undress and follow the prison officer stood behind you.”

I, like the other prisoners undressed and followed the prison officer into a side room.

We all gasped at the sight that met our eyes.

It was a barber’s chair and stood beside the chair was another female prison officer dressed in a white apron.

“Right ladies as part of your sentence you will have your hair shaved. Your hair will be sold and the proceeds will be donated to a local charity. Together with all the other Hucows at this facility you will be sheared on a monthly basis. Is that understood?” asked the prison officer.

“Yes miss.” We all replied in unison.

“First prisoner, Charlotte Johnson step forward.” commanded the prison officer.

The young woman in her 20’s who spoke on the prison bus stepped forward and onto the barber’s chair

A click of a switch and a loud buzz filled the small room.

The prison officer wearing the white apron placed the clippers on Charlotte Johnson’s forehead and pushed back.

My breath was taken away, I watched as her long blonde hair was cruelly severed from her head.

The hair collected around the base of the barber’s chair. Within a matter of minutes her head was shaved bare aside from a very short stubble measuring no more than 1/4 inch in length.

“Right Johnson, you’re finished, collect your hair together and place it in this bag.”

She alighted from the chair, gathered her severed blonde hair and stood at the back of the room as instructed.

“Next, Stacey Winters.” shouted the prison officer.

Oh my god that’s me. She’s shouting my name. My legs felt as if they had lead weights attached.

“Stacey Winters in the chair now. I hope you are not going to be a troublesome prisoner.”

“No miss, sorry.” I said as I stepped forward and placed my bare buttocks on the barber’s chair.

Again the click and the buzz filled the small room.

I felt the warm metal of the clippers poised at the top of my forehead and then push back towards my crown.

The cold air suddenly hit my scalp as my hair parted my scalp and fell to the floor.

I had always worn my auburn hair long and up to this moment in time it had been no shorter than my shoulders.

Stroke after stroke the blades cruelly and ruthlessly stripped the hair from my head, falling across my shoulders and then to the concrete floor.

Within minutes I had been shorn like a farm animal but little did I know what else was in store.

The clippers fell silent as I reached up and felt my shorn scalp, gone was the silky softness of my long locks to be replaced by the rasp of the stubble atop of my head.

“Winters collect your hair together and wait over there with Johnson.”

I did as instructed and watched whilst the two other prisoners were shorn.

“Right Johnson back in the chair. ” commanded the prison officer.

Johnson did as instructed and climbed back into the barber’s chair clutching Etlik Escort her bag of blonde hair.

I stood and watched in disbelieve as the officer in the white apron pierced Johnson’s left ear and riveted a large yellow tag to her earlobe.

“Next, Winters get in the chair.

I climbed into the chair clutching my bag of hair and received the same cruel treatment as Johnson.

I could feel the weight of the tag pull on my left earlobe. What on earth was it?

Once we had all been shaved and tagged the prison officer led us to the shower room.

Stood together in a large communal shower we showered our bodies and scrubbed our freshly shaved pates.

Looking in the washroom mirror I saw my reflection for the first time since my arrival.

My long curly auburn hair gone, replaced with a short 1/8th inch stubble. From my left ear hung a large yellow tag similar to the tag I had seen hanging from a cow’s ear.

On the tag in black writing

HC 1927

Together with my fellow prisoners I was handed my prison uniform which consisted of a pair of tight fitting black and white lycra leggings and an equally tight fitting black and white lycra top.

The pattern on the leggings and top was not dissimilar to that of a cow’s hide.

Following the prison officer we were taken to the infirmary building of the prison.

“Ladies, my name is Dr Geller. As part of your sentence you will work within the human milk production unit of the farm. The injection I am about to give you will increase your prolactin levels and will kick-start lactation, you will receive a weekly injection to increase and then maintain your milked yield.”

We all gasped.

“You will notice that within a few weeks your breasts will grow considerably larger as will your buttocks, your body will believe that you are pregnant but that will be impossible because the injection also contains a contraceptive. The reason for the contraceptive element of the injection will become evident later” she continued.

“Whilst you are at this facility you will be well looked after. You will eat good food and plenty of it. Our aim is to make you all into profitable plump milkers.

The fatter you are, the larger your udders will grow hence you will produce more human milk that brings a premium price on the open market.

I may have avoided a 15 years prison sentence in a closed prison but this was far worse.

My body was going to be changed against my will and by the time I had served my sentence I would be unrecognisable.

During the first weeks of my sentence I did not join the herd. Together with the other new arrivals I was shown around the milking parlours. The milking stalls looked exactly like those in a standard cow milking parlour.

I watched as the herd was led into the parlour.

Each Hucow knew exactly what to do, she entered the pen, unbuttoned the strip of lycra covering her udders, bent down on all fours and placed her head between the pen gates. The gates closed trapping her head effectively locking her in place ready for milking.

The udders of each Hucow were enormous and looked heavy with milk as they swung below the Hucow’s body.

A milking maid approached the Hucow, wiped her udders with a soapy cloth from a bucket and attached a suction cup to each udder.

The milking machine sprung into action and started to pump milk. I watched as the creamy white liquid flowed from the Hucow’s breasts, along the clear pipes and into a glass container.

This was to be my life for the next ten years.

I together with all the other Hucows worked daily in the fields or the within the prison buildings, cleaning or cooking. The work was hard but we were well feed and cared for just like any other dairy herd.

At 4pm every afternoon the more established Hucows were lead to the milking shed to be relieved of their heavy burden.

Within a few weeks of my arrival at the dairy farm I had put on a considerable amount of weight particularly on my hips and buttocks. Where once my hips and buttocks had been rather slim but shapely they now held a considerable amount of fat and wobbled as I walked. My udders had doubled in size and I had begun to lactate.

The following week I joined the herd.

The 5am bell rang and the dormitory lights burst into life.

The dormitory was nothing more than a long building. Along each side of the building stood 50 beds totaling 100 beds per dormitory and there were 5 dormitories.

As Hucows we had no personal items so we had no need for personal locker space.

I followed the long line of Hucows Etlik Escort Bayan into the large communal shower block. When I say shower block, it was just a large tiled room with shower heads hanging from the ceiling that provided a constant flow of warm water.

Privacy at the Hucow Dairy Farm was non existent.

After showering I took a Hucow prison uniform from the shelving. Only three weeks ago my uniform size was a 10 and now it was a 16, I had put on so much weight.

I followed the long line of Hucows to one of the five milking sheds. I stood in line and watched my fellow Hucows have their udders attached to the milking machine and emptied.

It was soon my turn.

The gates opened allowing the previous occupation of the cradle to exit. I took her place, I unclipped the strip of lycra covering my udders. My huge udders fell from the opening in the lycra top and swung down heavy with milk.

I bent down on all fours and placed my head through the gap in the cradle bars. The bars tightened around my neck locking me in to the milking position.

I felt strangers hands wipe my udders with what felt like a warm soapy cloth.

Those same hands attached suction cups to my nipples and then I felt it, my first experience on the production line.

The cups manipulated my nipples and the milk flowed from my udders.

Aside from the fact that the process was deeply humiliating the milking of my udders felt surprisingly pleasant. Within a short period of time and much to my disappointment the suction cups were detached from my nipples, the gate around my neck opened allowing me to stand and walk from the milking cradle. My udders felt surprisingly light.

That was my first experience in the milking shed and I could not wait until the 4pm milking bell rang.

I had been at the dairy farm for a month and I sat in the dining hall having just finished my lunch alongside the other Hucows. The sound of a klaxon filled the room.

” Has it been a month already? ” asked one of the older Hucows sat at my table.

“Yes, come on girls, shearing time.” replied another.

I followed the more experienced Hucows out of the dining room to a large barn like building.

“Here we are again ladies, the shearing shed, I think I will have my highlights touched up.” said a very large elderly Hucow with a giggle.

I joined a very long queue of what must have been 500 Hucows. All of us had the same amount of hair on our heads and non of us had hair longer than a 1/2 inch in length.

After waiting in the queue I finally reached the inside of the barn.

The sight that met me made me shudder.

A long line of 20 barbers chairs ran the length of the building. Hanging from the ceiling above each chair ran an electric cable, attached to that electric cable was a set of very large sheep shearing clippers.

The line waiting ahead of me grew shorter. I watched as each Hucow sat in the chair and was efficiently and ruthlessly scalped.

I soon reached the head of the queue. I felt a prison offer tap me on my shoulder with her baton.

“Next.”

I ran to the waiting vacant chair. No sooner had my bum touched the barbers seat the large clippers touched my forehead.

Forehead to crown.

Forehead to crown.

Forehead to crown.

Nape to crown.

Nape to crown.

Nape to crown.

Left temple and around my ear.

Left temple and around my ear.

Left temple and around my ear.

Right temple and around my ear.

Right temple and around my ear.

Right temple and around my ear.

The barber tapped me on your shoulder.

“Finished Cow…….. GO.”

I ran from the shearing shed into the sunlight.

Before returning to my work in the fields I ran to the communal bathroom.

I looked at my reflection in the large wall mirror.

I had been sheared shorter than my initial entry cut. All my hair had gone. I had been shorn to the wood. My scalp was totally devoid of hair, not even a short stubble.

I raised my hands to my eyes and sobbed.

“Too late for tears now.” said a prison officer who was now stood behind me lifting my ear tag to read my Hucow number. “Get back to work 1927, you should have thought of this before committing your crime.”

The months passed and I grew larger, each month the same.

Work, milked, sheared, work, milked sheared.

After 12 months as a prisoner at the dairy farm I was taken off the manual workforce working in the fields and placed on a new work detail. I still had to adhere to my twice daily milking and monthly shearing routine.

After Escort Etlik my evening milking I together with 19 other Hucows was herded into the large building near to the entrance to the farm.

The building was a large open space divided down the centre by a false wall. On our side of the wall was a stage type platform abutting the false wall. At even spaces along the stage I saw 20 mattresses. At the foot of each mattress was a hole cut into the false wall giving access to the other side of the room.

“OK ladies undress and take your places.” shouted a prison officer.

“What am I supposed to do?” I asked.

“Follow what I do.” said the Hucow stood next to me.

I watched her undress and lie flat on her back on the mattress and shuffle her buttocks until the lower half of her body passed through the hole in the wall.

I followed her lead, I undressed, lay on my back and shuffled my buttocks until the lower half of my body protruded through to the other side of the wall.

My legs dangled loosely on the other side. I felt unseen hands grab my ankles and raise my legs in the air, part them to form a V shape and secure my ankles into what felt like leather shackles attached high on the wall.

I can only imagine the sight from the other side of the wall, my chubby buttocks, my anus and my vagina on full display with my legs shackled to the wall by my ankles.

I turned my head to the left and made eye contact with the Hucow lay next to me.

She must have seen the worried look in my eyes.

“Don’t worry honey, just lie back and think of something nice. You never know, you may even get to enjoy it after a while.” she said with a kind understanding smile.

As I lay there I heard a bell ring and doors open followed by the sounds of footsteps and men’s voices.

Strangers unseen hands touched my legs, my buttocks. Fingers touched my pussy lips and then explored deeper inside me.

Then it happened, something hard and long pushed inside me. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper. My body reacted instinctively and my lips swelled and moistened. The strangers body slammed against my buttocks as his shaft probed deeper and deeper inside me. I felt his penis stiffen further and then the hot cum fill me.

Who ever it was pulled out of me.

And then another one, another eager shaft pumping deeper and deeper inside me until it too deposited its load deep inside me.

More and more strangers followed filling my pussy with their cum until I felt a finger explore my anus. First one finger, then two and finally three stretching the virgin territory between my legs.

The fingers retracted. I screamed as the shaft forced open my anus and pushed its way inside.

The shaft pushed deeper and deeper as I cried out in pain. I felt the soft touch of a hand touch mine. I looked to my left to see the Hucow next to me hold and then squeeze my hand.

“Just close your eyes honey and take your mind to somewhere nice.”

The shaft pushed deeper inside me and then stopped as it shot its hot cum deep inside me.

More strangers followed the same path.

Then suddenly a bell rang.

Footsteps moving away and then silence.

Hands unbuckled my ankles from their restraints and my legs fell free.

I pulled my body back through the hole and stood.

Juices poured from my vagina and anus. A mixture of semen and my own vagina juice ran down my legs and pooled at my feet.

“Right, you lot, get the buckets and clean your mess up before you leave.” shouted a prisoner officer.

How much worse could my life get.

I continued to work in the prison glory hole for the next 2 years but then my hips and buttocks became so large that I could no longer fit through the gap in the partition wall.

I was transferred to working in the kitchen.

The years passed and I grew larger. My udders now hung low and without the support of my lycra top they hung almost to my waist. My hips and buttocks were now so large that I no longer walked but I did what we so affectionately call at the farm ‘The Hucow Waddle’

I had just 6 months left to serve of my sentence.

I had entered the dairy farm as a 26 years old beautiful woman with a slim figure and curves that could attract any man. My striking feature was my long wavy auburn hair and flawless skin.

In 6 months times I would walk through the gates a free woman.

A woman with a shaved head, her skin as tough as old leather having been exposed to the elements for 10 years. A body that was unrecognisable with mounds of fat hanging from her belly, arms and buttocks. Her thighs were so fat that she could barely walk. Her udders were so huge and hung down to her waist the she had to physically support them with her hands.

I may have escaped 15 years in a closed prison staring at four walls but I had sentenced myself to a lifetime locked in a Hucow’s body.

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***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***

My sister clapped her hands together and gave me the best puppy-dog eyes she could manage. “Please? It would really make my night. Jay and I haven’t had a date night in weeks! And every time I visit her she wants to chat for hours…”

I smirked. I was exhausted, but I could never say “no” to her. I was the big brother, right? It was my job to help.

“Alright,” I conceded as I snatched the brown paper bag from the living room table. “What’s the address?”

“Oh, thank you so much, Mark!” she said as she threw her arms around my neck, wrapping me in a bear hug. “I owe you one.” She let go and picked up her phone. “I’ll send you the pin to her apartment.”

My phone ‘dinged’ and I tapped the address on the screen, pulling up my maps app. At least it was on my way home. And it was mid-summer, so the sun wouldn’t set for a while.

“Got it,” I confirmed. “Anything I should know about her?”

“Well, her name is Katy. She was a surrogate for some friends of ours and they had nothing but good things to say about her. We clicked with her the first time we met her. Like I said, she can be a little chatty but she’s sweet.”

“And this?” I asked, holding up the brown paper bag.

“Just a refill for her fertility medication.”

“OK. Well, I’d better get going then.”

“Mark,” she stopped me. “Thank you so much for how supportive you’ve been. I really appreciate it.”

I smiled as I opened the front door to leave. “Happy to do my part for my new nephew. Or niece. I’m not picky.”

***

The maps app on my phone took me to a nice apartment complex just off the highway. It was a gated community, so I went to the visitors’ gate and punched Katy’s apartment number into the speaker box. It rang for some time before it shut off again. I tried it again, with the same result. One more time. Still nothing.

I backed up and pulled into a parking spot by the clubhouse.

“No answer,” I texted my sister.

A few seconds went by, then I received a reply. She’s by the pool.

Taking the brown bag, I went into the clubhouse. There was no one working the front desk, so I wandered the building until I saw the pool through the rear door windows. I left the clubhouse and followed the sidewalk to the gated pool.

The sun was low in the sky. Only one woman sat sunning herself on a long, laid-back pool chair.

I tried to open the gate to the pool area but it was locked. The woman heard the light clanging and looked up to see who it was. I waved and held up the brown bag. A look of realization crossed her face. She waved back and stood up.

As she walked toward the gate I couldn’t help but admire her. She was a petite brunette with light skin and freckles on her chest and arms. Her hips swayed as she walked, accented by the flower embroidered bottoms she wore. A white bikini top covered her breasts, which weren’t oversized but I could tell they were full. She was otherwise unclothed except for a round sunhat.

“Hi!” she chimed as she neared the gate and pushed a button.

“Hello!” I responded as Kalaba Escort I opened it and walked through. “I’m Mark,” I said as I held out my hand.

“Great to meet you, Mark!” She said, taking it and shaking it vigorously. “I’m Katy.”

When she let go, I held out the bag. “I believe this is for you.”

“Oh, thank you!” she exclaimed as she took it and looked inside. “I was almost out.”

“No problem,” I replied. I turned to walk back through the gate. “Well, I’d better…”

Katy reached out in a flash and grabbed my arm. She was surprisingly strong for her tiny frame. “Oh, no you don’t,” she said. “I have to get to know the soon-to-be uncle!”

I was torn. I was still tired, but the thought of spending some time with this gorgeous woman in a bikini sounded pretty good. “Well, I guess I can hang out a bit,” I said in feigned resignation.

Not letting go of my hand, she pulled me back to her chair. As she laid herself back into it I sat facing her on the one next to it.

“So, how many surrogacies have you done?” I asked. Well, that takes the cake for the weirdest ice breaker ever, I chided myself.

“This will be my second,” she responded, not seeming to mind. I was relieved I hadn’t derailed the conversation before it even started. “But it’ll be my fourth pregnancy.” She flashed me a sardonic smile, “I’m getting pretty good at it.”

I chuckled. “I bet.” I found it hard to believe her tight body had already undergone three pregnancies.

Just then the rays of the sinking sun broke through the trees and landed directly on her chest. I didn’t think much of it, my mental energy focused on figuring out what to say next, until I noticed a wet spot on her white top.

“Uhh…” I stuttered. I had no idea how to broach this subject.

“Are you okay?” she said with concern. Then she followed my gaze to her top. “Oh!” she exclaimed when she saw it. She looked back at me. “I have to take care of this. I’m so sorry, it’s the meds.”

“Yeah…totally understand,” I responded as we both stood up.

As Katy slipped on her flip-flops she hissed and put her hands on her chest. “Yup,” she said. I could hear the strain in her voice. “They’re already starting to hurt.”

Unsure of what to do, I muttered awkwardly, “Can I do…anything?”

“Yeah, grab that cooler and my bag,” she ordered.

I guess I wasn’t leaving, then. I did as she said and followed her to her section of the apartment complex. She hissed in pain as I followed her up to the second floor, but I was utterly distracted by the plump booty that engulfed her bikini bottoms.

She punched a code into the electronic lock on the door to her apartment and entered quickly. I followed her inside but stopped in the entryway as she continued down the hall. I set her bag on the entryway table and the cooler on the floor, unsure of whether I was supposed to leave or not.

“FUCK!” I heard her yell from the rear of the apartment. Did she need help? I guessed I had to find out.

I walked into the living room and saw her standing in the doorway of an open closet. In her hand, she Kalaba Escort Bayan held a breast pump. She was staring at the power cord.

Something had chewed through it.

Katy rushed to an outlet and, carefully, plugged it in. The cord sparked and started smoking. She quickly unplugged it and, again, exclaimed, “FUCK!”

I had no idea what to do. I felt useless as she stood up and threw the pump on the ground. She sighed and grabbed her breasts again.

“What can I do?” I asked, genuinely at a loss.

Her expression went from frustrated to serious. “Mark,” she said with a pause, “I know we just met. But I really need you to do something for me.”

“Sure, anything,” I replied.

“I need you to…help me relieve the pressure.”

“I’m sorry?”

She walked over to me, throwing her sunhat to the side and untying her top as she did. “I need you to help me drain these.”

With that, she pulled the top over her head and threw that away as well. Her breasts hung heavy, and I could see small droplets of milk oozing from the tips of her long, pink nipples.

She stopped directly in front of me and put her hands on my chest. Looking up at me with pleading eyes, she asked once more, “Will you help me, Mark?”

I nodded. What else was I supposed to do?

With that affirmation, she grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall to the rear of the house. She opened the door to the master bedroom, pulled me in, and shut the door behind us. She let my hand go and crawled up onto the bed. She laid herself down on her right side, rested her head on a pillow, and patted the mattress next to her.

Guess I’m committed now, I thought. I kicked off my shoes and crawled into bed next to her.

I awkwardly laid myself down on my side facing her. She must have sensed my hesitancy. “Don’t worry,” she assured me. “I need this.”

With that, she put her hand behind my head and guided me into position. I slid down until my mouth was level with her breasts. She gently pulled me into her left boob.

After a final deep breath, I wrapped my lips around her left nipple, just past her areola, and sucked. Katy’s milk shot into my mouth in a narrow stream against my tongue. It was warm and sweet, and while I wasn’t so sure about the taste, I did love the feel of her soft breast in my mouth as my tongue played against her nipple.

“Ohhhh…” Katy moaned. “That’s much better.”

I gently wrapped my right hand around her breast, caressing it as I sucked. “Be gentle…” she instructed. I was, and she approved with, “Yesss…just like that.”

This went on for a few minutes, until finally, Katy said, “Now the other one.”

I let her left nipple fall out of my mouth and a drop of milk dribbled down my cheek. I wrapped my lips around the other and started again.

“Mmmm,” Katy approved. As I continued to suckle I heard a ruffling sound coming from between us. I let go of her nipple and looked down.

Katy had her left hand down the front of her bikini bottoms and was massaging her pussy with her long fingers. “Don’t stop,” she ordered. So I Escort Kalaba resumed my ministrations.

After a while, the flow of milk slowed, so I looked up at Katy’s face and asked, “Is that better?”

She didn’t answer. Her eyes were closed, her mouth hung open, and the motion of her hand in her bikini bottoms was speeding up.

Now I really didn’t know what to do. Should I leave? Should I join her? How did I even end up in this situation?

Katy apparently figured out that I needed some direction. Her hand slowed down and, opening her eyes, she looked down at me. “Take your clothes off,” she commanded in a whisper.

I stood up at the side of the bed and followed her instructions. When I had finished, standing there with nothing to hide my erection, I saw that she had removed her bottoms and was slowly massaging her clit.

“Lay down on your back,” she said.

I crawled back in and settled in next to her. She rolled over on top of me, smashing her wet chest into mine. She looked into my eyes and smiled, “I’m going to thank you now.” Her lips locked themselves into mine.

As our lips and tongues explored each other she slid her hips over mine, grinding her bare pussy against my cock. She raised herself on one arm and reached between us to gently grab my shaft, then rubbed the head between her pussy lips. Then she paused as she lined me up with her opening.

“Don’t cum in me,” she instructed.

Obviously, I thought but didn’t say. I just nodded.

With that she pushed herself down onto my erection, inhaling deeply as she did. Her wet hole enveloped my cock and she gently moved back and forth.

“Fortunately for you,” she groaned, “I’m already almost there.”

She sat upright, hands on my chest, and rolled her hips back and forth on my cock, her meaty asscheeks smashing against my hips and thighs. I knew right then I wasn’t going to last long.

Not wanting to take any chances, I grabbed her breast and caressed her nipple with one hand as I rubbed her clit with the other. It seemed to do the trick because her breathing became heavier and her grinding more vigorous. “Oh yeah,” she confirmed. “Right there…”

Small drops of milk continued to escape her nipples as I tweaked them in turns. When I felt her pussy start to clench around my cock, I grabbed both of her breasts and milk shot out onto my face.

“YESSS!” she screamed as I felt her squirt against the head of my buried cock. I managed to keep it together as she rode out her orgasm, but it wasn’t long before I was at my limit.

“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped. She lifted herself off of me, backed up to sit on my thighs, and took my slick shaft in her hand.

As she jerked me with one hand and fondled my balls with the other, she made one last demand. “Cum on my tits.”

I couldn’t argue with that. My testicles tightened and, with a gasp, my seed shot out onto her freckled chest and tits. She didn’t stop stroking until she was sure she had extracted every last drop.

As I laid there panting she dropped next to me and nuzzled up to my side, placing her hand and head on my heaving chest.

“Mark?” she said softly.

“Yes?”

“I might hold off on buying a new pump…if you’re going to be around.”

I looked down at her sweet face and, through a wide smile, assured her, “I’m around whenever you need me to be.”

She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. “Good.”

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Hostesin GüzelliğiMesleğim gereği çok seyehat ederim ancak yakın bir zaman önce başımdan geçen olayı anlatacağım. İstanbuldan Ankaraya gelmek üzere otobüse bindiğimde 403 model otobüsün arka kapısı hizasındaki koltukta oturacağım için canım sıkılmıştı. Genellikle ilk koltuklarda otururdum. Ancak otobüsün hostesi olan 20-21 yaşlarındaki sarı saçlı, yeşil gözlü ve gögüsleri gömleğinin içinden dışarı doğru fırlamak üzere olan afeti gördüğümde fikrim değişmeye başlamıştı çünkü servis yapmak için gerekli her türlü malzemeyi almak için arka kapıdaki dolaplara geliyor ve sürekli orada bulunuyordu. Göğüsleri beni cezbetmeye yetmişti, sürekli onu izliyor ve aklımdan değişik düşünceler geçmeye başlıyordu. Oda benim bakışlarımı farketmiş olacakki bana bakmaya ve gülümsemeye İncek Escort başlamıştı. AŞTİ`ye geldiğimizde etrafımdaki yolcuların çoğu yolda inmişti ve bende bütün cesaretimi toplayarak onu yanıma çağırdım ve akşam için bir planı olup olmadığını sordum. Bana bu gece Ankarada kalacaklarını söyleyerek teklifimi kabul etti. Otobüs boşaldıktan sonra üstünü değiştirmek için firmanın odasına gitti. Odanın kapısını çaldığımda Üzerindeki mini eteği ve askılı tişörtü bütün güzelliğini özelliklede o iri ve dimdik gögüslerini ortaya seriyordu. Odadan çıkmasına müsade etmeyerek odaya girdim. Dudaklarından öpmeye başladım. Çıldırmış gibiydim o ise beni engellemeye çalışır gibi olmuş ama vazgeçmişti. Yırtarcasına tişörtünü çıkarıp yolculuğun başından beri beni İncek Escort Bayan tahrik eden muhteşem göğüslerini sıkmaya ve öpmeye başladım. Gögüslerini sıkarken ve öperken öylesine azgındımki zevkle beraber acı çığlıkları atıyordu. Beni itekleyerek uzaklaştıktan sonra burada olmaz dedi ben ise onu hemen sikmek istiyordum. Tekrar harekete geçtim bu sefer beni engellemedi. Mini etegini sıyırarak kilotunu çıkarttım kadınlığı iyice ıslanmişti yavaşça yere yatırarak baçaklarının arası öpmeye başladım.Zevkten inliyor ve elleriyle saçlarımda tutarak ben kendiğne doğru bastırıyordu. İyice vaktinin geldiğini anlayınca yarrağımı içine doğru bastırdım ıslanan amının içine kolayca girmiştim. Acele etmeden gidip gelmeye başladım, çığlıkları iyice Escort İncek şiddetlenmişti. Dışardan birinin sesleri duyup içeri gelebileceği fikri ikimizi daha çok heyecanlandırıyordu. Daha iyi hareket edebilmek için bacaklarımı omzuma aldım ve göğüslerine yumuldum. Bana daha hızlı diye bağırıyor ve her hareketimle iyice kendinden geçerek çığlık atıyordu. Orgazma ulaştığında okadar çok bağırdiki neredeyse kulaklarım sağır olacaktı. Orgazm olunca sikimi çıkararak muhteşem gögüslerinin arasına koydum oda gögüslerini yanlardan bastırarak sikimi sıkıştırıyor ve ben gidip geldikçe diliyle organımım kafasını yalamaya çalışıyordu. İşte bütün yolculuk boyunca hayal ettiğim gögüsleri sikiyordum. Ogüne dek yaşamadığım bir zevke ulaşmıştım. Gögüslerinin arasında boşalmaya başladığımda hemen altımda kayarak organımı ağzına aldı ve bütün spermlerimi emdi. Toparlanıp odadan çıktık ve evime gittik. O gece sabaha kadar onu amından, götünden ve göğüslerinden defalarca siktim. O muhteşem geceden sonra Ankaraya her geldiğinde evime kapanıp saatlerce birlikte oluyoruz.

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Merhaba ben Murat.Ben şu anda İzmirde oturmaktayım.Anlatacağım olay bundan dört yıl önce geçti başımdan.O zamanlar Batmanın bir bir köyünde yaşamaktaydım ve 17 yaşındaydım. Ailemiz 6 kişilikti.19 ve 21 yaşınada iki ablam ve iki tane ilkokula giden erkek kardeşim vardı. Ablalarım ve annemle bir aradaydık. Zaten köyümüz ufaktı ve bütün kadınlar çarşaf giyerdi. Ablalarım güzel sayılırdılar tahminen ikiside 1.70 vardı. Vücutlarının hatlarını pek göremezdim sadece zayıf olduklarını söyleyebilirim. Abi birde annemden aldıkları o bembeyaz yüzleri.Annem ise iki ablamdanda biraz daha uzun,42 yaşına ve o geniş çarşafa rağmen belli olan hatları,iri memeleri,ve o geniş kalçalarıyla gerçekten bir genç kız gibi idi.Aile içindeki ilişkilerimiz çok resmiydi özellikle benim kızkardeşlerim ve annemle çok fazla yakınlığım söz konusu değildi. Dışarıdaki adamlar ne kadar namahrem ise bende onlara göre öyle idim.Diğer kardeşlerim ise zaten çocuktular.Günlerimizi büyük bahçemizin toprak,ekim biçim işleriyle geçirirdik.Babam anneme göre daha yaşlıydı.Zaten ikinci karısıymış ilki gençken ölmüş.Yani sizin anlayacağınız annemle babam arasında 20 den çok yaş farkı vardı. Yine sıradan bir gündü,ablalarım, Zeynep ana, dedikleri bir kadının yanına gitmişlerdi,ondan dikiş nakış öğreniyorlardı.Bende biraz köy meydanında dolaştıktan sonra sıkıldım ve evin yolunu tuttum.Eve geldiğimde kardeşlerim yoktu sanırım yine diğer çocuklarla çaya yüzmeye gitmiştiler.Eve ve bahçeye baktım ama annemi göremedim.Daha sonra ahıra yöneldim ve annemi gördüm ama o beni görmemişti biraz yana kayıp ne yapıyor diye beni göremeyeceği bir yerden onu izlemeye başladım. Onu bizim yeke dediğimiz, gerçekten bir at gibi olan eşşeğin yanında gördüm.Eşşeğin karnını okşuyordu biran için onu sevdiğini ve okşadığını sandım ama daha sonra annem elini daha ileri götürüp eşeğin o büyük taşaklarını okşamaya başladı eşekte sanki bir insanmış gibi hemen zevke gelip o inanılmaz büyüklükteği sopasını çıkardı. Daha sonra annem hiç vakit kaybetmeden o kocaman aleti tuttu ve okşamaya başladı, daha sonra eğilip onu öptü ve yalamaya başladı ben dehşete Gaziosmanpaşa Escort düşmüştüm inanamıyor ve olanları izliyordum.Bir ara elim sikime gitti kazık gibi olmuştu ve zevk suları ince kumaş pantolonuma sızmıştı.Annem ise inanılmaz bir zevkle eşşeğinkini yalıyor ve okşuyordu.Bir süre sonra eşşekte zevke gelmişti iyice ve yerinde duramıyordu.Annem daha sonra ayağa kalktı ve o sertliği amına sürtmeye başladı inanılmaz zevk aldığı belliydi,sonra yine eğildi ve eşşeğinkini iki elinin arasına alıp inanılmaz bir tempoyla aşağı yukarı oynatmaya başladı.Ta kökünden en ucuna kadar.Artık eşşekte annemde kendinden geçmişti.Annem artık hem aşağı yukarı yapıp hemde kendine doğru çekiyordu sonra iyice kavrayıp ayağa kalkıp eşşeği sikinden çekmeye ve ahırın içinde dolaştırmaya başladı eşşeğin acı çektiği belliydi ve arka ayağının birini havaya kaldırarak daha fazla acı çekmemek için annem nereye çekerse gidiyordu.Annem eşeğin acı çektiğinin farkındaydı ama bu hareketi ve oluşan bu manzara ona,bana ve acı çekiyor olsa bile eşşeğede inanılmaz bir zevk veriyordu.Annem çıldırmış ve yılların,genç yaşında istemediği birine verilmemin,o kişi tarafından yıllarca ezilmenin, çalınmış gençliğinin,bu yobaz toplumun baskılarının yasakların hepsinin acısını o an eşşekten çıkarıyordu.Bu zevk veren isyan karşısında daha fazla dayanamayan eşşek büyük bir hışımla boşaldı.Tabii annemde ve izlerken neredeyse bende.Ben hemen eve koştum radyoyu açtım ve uyuma numarası yaptım bir süre sonra annem geldi bana baktı ve mutfağa gitti.Bende daha sonra kalktım ve biraz aklımı başıma getirmesi ve olayları değerlendirmek için çayın kenarına gittim(tabi o tatlı manzarayı düşünüp yeke kadar olmasada fışkırtmak için). Aradan iki gün geçmişti.Babam topladığımız ürünleri batmana satmak için gitmişti.Ve bu yaklaşık bir hafta sürerdi.Ve evde büyük erkek olarak ben kalırdım.O gece saat 11.00 e kadar arkadaşım bekirle çayın kenarıda oturup muhabbet etmiştik.Daha sonra ben, bekir ben gitmeliyim babam şehire indi evde kimse yok dedim,oda bende gidiyorum dedi ve ayrıldık. Ben eve geldiğimde Gaziosmanpaşa Escort Bayan herkes uyumuştu.Bahçemizi daha çok ürün için büyük bırakmıştı babam ve dolayısıyla evimiz oldukça küçüktü.Ben genellikle kardeşlerimle beraber bi odada, ablalarım, annem ve babamda bir odada uyurlardı.Odaya girince yaşlı mürüvet teyzenin de bizde kaldığını ve benim yatağımda uyuduğunu gördüm.Annemlerin yanına geçtim,iki ablam yanyana uymuştu ve annemle arasında biraz boşluk kalmıştı bende oraya geçtim.Uzanırken annem uyandı ve nerde kaldın dedi, bende bekirle biraz konuştuk dedim.Daha sonra annem arkasını döndü ve uyummaya başladı. Bende sırtüstü uyuyordum.Tam uykuya geçmiştimki birden annemin uyku haliyle kalçasının bana sürttüğünü hissettim biraz yana kaydım fakat bi müddet sonra tekrar bana değiyordu.Bu kez daha fazla gidemedim çünkü ablam vardı.Neyse dedim ve uyumaya çalıştım ama annemim götü iyice ileri gelmişti herhalde uykudandır dedim ve gözümü yumdum ama uyuyamıyordum çünkü içimde garip bi düşünce oluşmaya başlamıştı ve benimkinin hafiften kalktığını hissettim.Sıkıntı yaşıyordum içten içe ve kendimi kasıyordum annemde habire yükleniyordu.İçimden sanki biraz düzgün uyusa nolur diye geçiriyor ama o yumuşaklık bana değdikçe dahada zevke geliyordum.Artık kendimi kasmayı bırakmıştım.Elimi kazaraymış gibi anneme değdirdim ve üzerinde oldukça ince bi gecelik olduğunu hissedince çok heyecanlandım.Artık elimi yanıma koymuştum ve sürekli olarak götüne değiyordu. Hafiften elimi oynatmaya başlamıştım ve elimin üstünü ona sürtüyordum.Çok dikkatli hareket edip uyandırmamak için elimden geleni yapıyordum.Bi ara elimi biraz yukarı kaldırdığımda bana doğru yan yatmış olduğu için götünün o büyük arasını hissetmiştim,zevkten çıldırıyordum tabi biraz korkudanda.Birden aklıma geçen gün annemin eşşekle yaptıkları gelince birden cesaretlendim ve bende yan dönüp sikimi anneme yasladım bi tepki görmeyince dahada bastırmaya başladım.Aşağı yukarı hareket ettim ve sikimle annemin o büyük götünün arasını buldum ve geceliğinin üstünden benim kazığı yerleştirdim Escort Gaziosmanpaşa ve bastırdım. Birden kendime engel olamadım ve elim sağ elim götünde dolaşmaya başladı o kadar zevke gelmiştimki artık ne annemim nede ablalarımın uyanması beni korkutmuyordu ve bu kadar sert hamlelere rağmen annemin uyanmaması onun zaten uyanık olduğu düşüncesini doğurunca iyice coşmuştum.Artık götünü resmen sıkıyordum ve okşuyordum sonra elimi o iri göyüslerine götürdüm ve okşamaya başladım geceliğinin altndan göğüslerini iyice yoğuruyordum artık annemim uyumadığından emindim ve göğüslerini iyice sıkıyordum tabii annemde uyuyor numarası yapması gerektiği için bişey yapamıyordum bu hali iyice zevklendirdi beni ve ona hem zevki hemde acıyı tattırmak istiyordum çünkü bundan hoşlandığını biliyordum(ahırdan).Neredeyse fındık büyüklüğünde olan memesinin ucunu tuttum ve sıkmaya başladım parmaklarımın ucunda ezmeye başladım bi ara dayanamadı ve ıhh etti inanılmaz bi şekilde acı veriyordum sanki işkence yapıyordum. Ama bu hem ona hem bana inanılmaz bir zevk veriyordu ve artık kontrol bendeydi uyanıp bir tepki verecekmiş gibi yapması için fazla ileri gitmişti.Ben ise onun artık bişey yapacak durumda olmamasına güvenerek hem sikimi bastırıyor kalçalarını,ve göyüslerini parçalayacakmışcasına sıkıyordum.Elimi bacaklarına attım ve geceliğini yukarı çektim. Ve kilodunun üstünden götünü okşadım ve bir müddet sonra elimi içine soktum ve amını tuttum ilk kez bir ama dokunduğum içim yapısını ve sınırlarını tanımaya çalışarak sıkıyordum ve elimi içine sokmaya başladım okadar ıslaktıki elim sırılsıklam olmuştu. 4 parmağımı amının içine sokmuş ve baş parmağımlada amının üst tarafına bastıyordum daha sonra elimi ordan çıkardım ve biraz aşağı kaydırıp göt deliğini buldum ve orta parmağımla yoklamaya başladım.Zaten amının suyuyla ıslanmış olan parmağımı deliğine bastırdım ve içine sokmaya başladım inanılmaz birşeydi içinde bulunduğum durumu düşünsenize annemin götüne parmağımı sokmuştum. Artık parmağımı köküne kadar hızlı hızlı sokup çıkarıyordum.Annemim titrediğini hissettim ve inliyordu.Elimi götünden çıkardım külodunu sıyırdım ve sikimi çıkarıp sürtmeye başladım kendimi kaybetmiştim her yerini sıkıyor ve okşuyordum. Götüne sürte sürte sırtına boşaldım ama ne boşalmak. Daha sonra sikimi kilotumun içine koydum ve annemimde kilodunu yerine çekip uykuya daldım .Artık ondan sonraki günlerde herşey nolmal gitti sadece artık annemle daha az konuşur olduk.

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