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One Step Too Far Ch. 02

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I must have been standing there for awhile barefoot and terry-cloth robe with my eyes fixed on Alex and my mouth open. For some reason I was still on my toes even though Alex had let go of my chin. I lowered my feet and tried to say something but some feeling of fear and some feeling of being out of control confused me and I couldn’t think of what to say. Even though submissive, I am also a bit of a smart alec, it made me feel more in control.

After what seemed like an eternity he said, “I’m sorry I’ve deceived you but I need you to do something for me and if I had told you before you came, of course you would have been stupid to come. I know you don’t know us here at the ranch at all and you and I agreed you would stay for only a week but I need you to stay longer. We will let your family know through your email you are alright so they won’t worry.. You will be well cared for here. I can’t explain all the details now but the future of this ranch and all the people who work here rest on you and I.” He paused, and I imagined I thought I saw a flicker of pain cross his impassive face, “I used poor judgement in trusting some peculiar people and have endangered everyone I love.”

I held my hand up, permission to speak? I tried a forced smile, “I don’t think you have the right person, I’m just… this, little ol’ me. But look… what about if I do what you asked for, I’ll get on my knees, and give you the best blow job you’ve had this year? Then give me my car keys and I swear I won’t tell anyone. No one knows I dress anyways and so no one to tell. Cool?” I started to kneel, but moved slightly to the left where there was what looked like one of those decorative antique kettles. I imagined it would do the job. I started to kneel and my robe fell open slightly. I was around half his age and I was a bit soft but nimble. I would find Ms Garvey and threaten her with another antique and we could all chalk this up to a misunderstanding. I would be keeping the terrycloth robe of course. Fair is fair.

I grabbed the kettle with my left hand and in one motion stood back up and swung the kettle over my head, which now seemed much heavier as a girl for some reason. I thought I caught him by surprise but he caught my hand at the top of its arc. I brought my right knee, through my now open robe, up full force, with all my ancestral kung fu guidance, to his privates. He managed to twist and took the blow on his thigh. He groaned, which felt satisfying. As I advanced, I felt a towel on my face, then my mouth. I looked back and it was Ms Garvey who seemed agitated but held the cloth firmly over my mouth. I was confused as I collapsed in slow motion (or so it felt.) Alex caught me and softly laid me on ground, my robe barely covering up my naturally tan, mostly hairless mostly body which had very recently gotten the love of a full spa treatment. As things got a little weird, I looked up at Alex. His face seemed… sad?

Now I was looking at my crumpled body from above with a leg sticking out of robe. Alex and Ms Garvey were tending to me and covered up my exposed leg. Hmmm, I looked good! I laughed, I could fly! There I was poolside giggling with the other two girls. For the life of me I couldn’t remember their names. Then what looks like a butler walks over with canapes. He looked funny and I started laughing anew, not ladylike at all. Ms Garvey was manning the barbecue and Alex was smoking a cigar poolside reading a newspaper. Who reads newspapers?!

The music had me humming… what was the tune? Tip of my brain, that tune. I looked in the sky. Not a cloud in the sky and I had on this great swimsuit, one piece, showing off my back, glistening from sunscreen. glittery low heel flip-flops. This was the life! Should I go for a swim? My thoughts turned inward and I gazed at the wavy aqua water inviting me to dive in. Things crossfaded movie style and then I was in my beautiful cottage bed again. “I got it!” I said to no one. Then softer to myself, “Summertime Sadness, Lana Del Rey!” I hummed the song and I could feel myself awaken. As my eyes slowly focussed, I could make out Alex sitting in a chair reading (a newspaper!) and Ms Garvey bustled about just outside. It looked like morning.

I think most people would ask why the first thing I noticed was NOT that I was completely bound, but it wasn’t. Because of the Chloroform of course, I was a tiny bit foggy. The first thing I DID notice was that I was wearing a grey pleated silk flippy skirt. I guess because I’m a girl, of course. I could tell the dress was expensive, probably as much as my entire skirt put together. I’ve never worn anything of that quality of course and I could tell the way it moved and rustled the materials were high quality and my captors had some sense of taste and money. I was also dressed in a white silk blouse with absurdly feminine ruffles running up the front where it was buttoned conservatively up high on my neck. I was wearing Pendik Sınırsız Escort a tasteful and understated silver bracelet on my right wrist. I could only feel lovely undergarments but of course couldn’t see them.

The fog in my head was almost lifted. Now I noticed for the first time below the skirt, beyond the stockings, my feet were tied together firmly together at the ankles simply and firmly with what looked like rawhide. That kind of made sense, we were on a ranch right? My wrists were tied to bed, each arm pulled out to either side and attached to bed beyond my view left and right. I could see the knots were done by professionals, not fussy but not in any way lackadaisical. I knew I wasn’t going anywhere for the moment and I narrowed my eyes and gave Alex my best “oh you fucked with the wrong girl” look but it’s hard to look convincing when I’m tied up like that. Alex walked to foot of bed as Ms Garvey materialised. She seemed always composed, not a hair out of place.

“I’m so sorry Lana.” was what he finally said. “I will let you out of your binds in due time. I don’t want you to feel like you are a prisoner.” We both glanced at the thigh I kicked. “You cannot leave the grounds, the bracelet on your right wrist cannot be removed and you will get a nasty surprise if you near the borders of this ranch.” I looked at my wrist and back at him, I could feel he was telling the truth. “I want you to enjoy these facilities, which have more amenities than i’ve even told you. But as I said last night, I need something from you and would not be asking you, an innocent stranger if the situation wasn’t dire. I’m hoping over time you can see and feel compassion for us and my regard for you so that your task for us is easier.

He stopped, careful with his words. “I don’t want to get into all the details now, I myself don’t know them completely. What I’d like to talk about is you, Laura. What I think of your potential. When I first saw your pictures and we emailed, my heart rose. You have something… I would bet my instincts on it. You have… allure yes, but much more. Some kind of submissive feminine quality, some curiosity, some boldness, some innocence and wonder. Something vulnerable yet strong. Refined men with tastes and fetishes like myself search the world for it.” Despite my seething anger, I almost blushed from the compliments. And yet I knew myself not to be this person. My anger returned.

“I would never help you” I said coldly and with conviction. My voice was a little raspy but strong enough. “I wouldn’t indulge you in any way. You’re a liar, I don’t do anything with liars.”

He bowed his head. “Yes I know, and as much as I would fall for you, I need you for something else, not for me. I cannot have you.” I looked at him, feeling a little scared. This was ridiculous, like some movie and I was completely able to move.

Alex said kindly, “But… you aren’t ready, far from it. And perhaps you will never be ready, who knows these things but you are our one chance. First the staff, myself and some of my trusted friends need to train you. You need to discover and own your power, to know nice things, to know what a certain kind of man wants intuitively. You need to know yourself, have confidence. You have to know the world of desire, which you have been too afraid to delve into.”

He continued, “You will not meet ordinary men. Not men who just inherited or made some money, such as my friends. They are unique men who have everything that money can buy… except authenticity that serves their whims. And for that they will move the world. The training will be difficult but I feel you can do this. In return, the best I can do is offer you is what this ranch can offer. You will eat well and there are many things to do here and you will have a budget to buy whatever you want and need.”

I felt incredulous. The best you can do? I imagined russian mafia or worse. People who would sooner kill you then to say, greet you? This seemed pretty outrageous. I pulled at the rawhide, which only seemed to make them a bit tighter. “This is bullshit. I am going to take the first moment I have a chance and I will make you regret. I’ll make everyone here regret.”

Alex looked tired. “I know, Your reaction is perfectly reasonable. But the show must go on. First thing we need is to have you clean you up properly. Ms Garvey will oversee all of your needs in that area. All the girly matters, and she knows fashion and all those girly matters. From now on, you will be called Lana, much sexier.” Whatever I thought although I kind of liked the new name.

Ms Garvey had stopped what she was doing. She still felt kind, her face regretful but knowing she had no choice. Alex left. I was going to call after him but there didn’t seem to be any point. What would I ask for anyways. I turned to Ms Garvey, who was at the foot of the bed with a soft leather Hermes toiletry Pendik Suriyeli Escort bag. “I’m so sorry, really I am but I also want your stay to be as comfortable as it can be. Alex is a good man and what he said is true,” she paused for next words, “Unfortunately at the moment I can’t trust you won’t overpower me, so today at least I will ask my son Hank to help.” Hank had stepped in, cowboy hat in hand, and looked even dumber than he did the day before fetching my luggage. He had that cowboy build, thin but wiry, used to taking down livestock.

“Hank’s not so bright but he’s very good with his hands and gentle. I will be cleaning the other girl’s cottages while they are out riding. Lana, this is Hank, Hank, Lana.” Ms Garvey beat a hasty exit and Hank walked over, boots making a gentle sound on carpet. He looked me over, considering perhaps how to work with me. He reached into Hermes bag and pulled out a straight razor, like they used in the wild west. Hank looked up and said plainly, “Need shave you, razor good, don’t worry.” He had come to my left side closer to me. What a dumbass.

I spoke softly and urgently. “Hey Hank,you’re a bright guy. Listen, you haven’t done anything wrong. I can make this worth your while, my family is very wealthy and if you give me my car keys and perhaps something for this bracelet, you will be handsomely rewarded and…” I stopped talking. Hank, looking dumb still, had stuck his index finger in my mouth” while watching me curiously. “Hey Han” I tried to say, but as I spoke he put his finger further in my mouth. I could taste cowhide and sweat.

Well if that was the way he wanted to do it so be it. I bit down to teach the dullard where to put his finger. As I bit, he slid his finger further down until I gagged. When I gagged he withdrew his finger a bit. But now anytime I tried to speak he just put his fingers, moist with my spit, down my throat. After awhile he looked at me, like, can you be quiet? I shook my head yes resignedly. He pulled finger out slowly which was a relief.

To my embarrassment, my “clit” had become very slightly erect. Not from attraction of course but… I mean I had no idea. Something like being taken control of by an idiot. Bit if Hank noticed the slight lump in my skirt, he didn’t let on.

He re-fastened the rawhide so now my arms were tied together, raised in back of me. He gently slid my body down and put a pillow under my ass. He re-fastened my legs so they were open. This was all done very quickly. He went into the bathroom and I could just see him filling a bucket with warm sudsy water. A tug here and there convinced me the knots were still well done.

He returned and before I could think clearly he’d raised my legs in the air with one hand and with the other started putting oils on my behind. As I mentioned, I am naturally hairless… except down there and around my head. His hands were warm and oddly gentle and I kept wanting to make a deal where I would obey so he wouldn’t have to handle me like some kind of animal but clearly he wasn’t listening. I started giving in. As he rubbed me he did something that made me jump. He would insert his finger in my ass for just a moment. But then pull out before I could complain. This went on, me getting relaxed and then the little finger motion.

I was starting to feel pleasure in my clit and sissy areas and I wanted to hide my face in shame but couldn’t as my arms were bound above me.. I hid my face as best as possible in the ruffles of my shirt and he smiles a little but it didn’t feel lecherous, he seemed someone happy in their work. He had finished the massage, if that’s what you could call it and lathered up what looked like shaving cream around my private areas. I could feel a slight tingle and fresh cold air. He had gently hiked up my skirt. Now he held one leg up firmly up and turned my body, not in a painful way at all but Ii couldn’t move in his firm grasp and my face was in comforter. I could feel the straight razor as it worked itself around my curves. I could feel him getting to every area even as I was turned around. He worked the other side by lifting the other leg. Any fight I had was gone. The warm towel wiping away the shaving cream felt like heaven as he flipped me back over. As I was turned upward, I was surprised that my clit was erect. I would have been more embarrassed but Hank for his part didn’t seem to notice as he re-fastened the ropes and put me in a more comfortable sitting position on the bed and loosened my bindings so I could move my arms and legs around just a bit. He seemed all about working which I had gratitude for. I felt an amazing smoothness and it felt luxurious.

When he finished, he came around the bed to say goodbye, I wanted to thank him. I mumbled, “Ok I know you can’t let me go. I just wanted to thank you for being coo…” At this point he stuck his right index finger in my mouth again. Again I tasted Pendik İranlı Escort his farmwork, sweat and soap. “Hey! I know if I’m complaining you want me quiet but I’m just trying to thank you!” I was trying to say.

His middle finger slid in to join his index finger and he started pulling the fingers in and out slowly, his fingers turning slightly red from my lipstick. He had loosened the ropes attached to my wrists enough where I could grab his hand and pull it out. “What the hell, listen I was just trying to…” this time he put both fingers in and peeled my fingers away from his hand gently but firmly. As he pulled this way and that in my mouth I stopped trying to grab his hand again, what was the point, I just laid back.

With a half smile and right hand fingers still in my mouth he reached with his left hand and undid his jeans and unzipped his pants. There was a bulge under his underpants. My hands and legs went instinctively into the defensive position, I started to scream for Ms. Garvey and trying to hit him anywhere but he shook his head in the negative. He put right knee on the bed and swung over so he straddled my body and pinned my arms. I tried to struggle with my legs which were still spread out by my bindings. He reached back and tightened the ropes securing my legs while keeping his fingers in my mouth.

He took out his thin but long cock from his jeans which made me pause in my struggle. I was panting. He was rock hard. He smiled as he removed and stroked his cock. He was probably around 23 and farmwork and sun had made him almost glow with health and vigor. He had an insistent look, the way young men look when they have desire. I looked up at him through the fingers in my mouth at his face and then his cock and back to his face. He moved his fingers in my mouth and my head moved with them. In one move and before I could react, he removed his fingers and at the same time put his cock into my mouth causing me to almost gag.

Even had I wanted to scream, I wouldn’t have been able to. He gently rubbed the back of my head with his moist fingers, I couldn’t at first tell if he was forcing himself into me or pushing my head onto his cock or if I was starting to move my head on my own. For a young man, he went very slowly. I could feel his desire and the smell of farmhand sweat mixed with the musky smell of his aftershave was making me lose my concentration.I could feel my panties rubbing against my buttocks and how there was a complete lack of hair down there. It gave me the feeling of being intoxicated and also wanting to run away. I stopped struggling, content to keep doing what we were doing while looking up at his face, which looked calm and happy. He rubbed my cheek with his other hand tenderly.

I closed my eyes, his touch comforted me. My hands were tied to my feet so my back was arched backward. By moving my knees apart, I was able to change angle forward and start to move my head into his cock deeper in my throat. I couldn’t open my eyes, I was scared that I was beginning to enjoy this. He groaned heavily. I almost gagged but worked through it, still with eyes closed and sucking so his hard cock glistened. Each time I gagged, he would pull my head out a bit and let me lick his shaft and take each ball into my mouth for a moment. I was in a trance of some sort, in and out, deep and shallow. I loved working his head passionately with my lips and mouth and having his cock touch the insides of my cheeks and the back of my throat.

I didn’t feel like screaming but from time to time I would turn my head, gasping for air. Gently Hank would guide my head back to his cock and I would take it again in my mouth. Whenever he looked down at me, tied like one of his livestock, looking up at him with ruffled blouse and flippy skirt his cock could become more engorged. My clit got harder and harder, rubbing against the silk panties and my legs.

When he came, I was surprised and my eyes opened. He held my head gently against his cock as he looked up and grimaced as his cum spurted into my throat, wave after wave. I swallowed willingly, I had no energy. I felt gentleness towards him and sucked him very softly and looked up at him. He paused and stole a glance down at me and a couple more spurts came out and I took it in, never averting my eyes from him. My clit was small and hard. I was on the edge but also I didn’t want to cum, it felt almost not the point.

Finally he stopped. He looked at me, touched me on the cheek and pulled his cock out, and his cum soaked cock dribbled a few drops down my mouth. I had a mouth full of cum and I closed my mouth, looked down and swallowed. I felt shame now and looked away, still on my knees as he cleaned himself up hastily. He silently undid my bindings and tied me to the bed as I originally was, feet trussed together and hands to the outside, but this time not so tight. He carefully did my make up again, especially my lipstick which was all over my face. He looked spent and left quickly. I cried a little, softly, my education had begun and I felt both exhausted mentally and physically. I felt activated somehow but this would be a tough road. Then I fell into a deep sleep, the ropes tugging erotically at my damp skin.

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I’ve been married to Sarah for over fifteen years now, up until around three years ago we had a fairly vanilla sex life, perhaps making love, missionary style once or twice a week. Around three years ago I picked up our tablet computer and found she’d been looking at videos of submissive sex. This started a conversation where we both explored and discussed our sexuality and Sarah confided her wish and desire to be dominated.

At first Sarah was incredibly embarrassed that her secret had been found out but it allowed us to play and enjoy each other more often. I admitted to Sarah that I too had submissive tendencies, so we played together. We made some purchases from an adult toy store and tied each other up, played with collars, restraints, toys, dildos, blindfolds and some clamps.

Sarah would enjoy watching videos with me and we’d often lounge together in bed, flicking through erotica on our tablet, that’s when we both started to find out about the world of professional dominatrix. We joked and fantasised about visiting a dungeon, about going somewhere that we could both submit to a stranger.

It was always talk, fun, a joke, but as we chatted over the months it became more real until we both started searching for a woman who could fulfil our fantasy. This is a true life account of our first visit to a Dominant who for the purposes of this we’ll call Mistress Scarlett.

The day finally arrived, a Saturday, I woke up at about 6am and pulled on my clothes to walk our dog, Sarah curled up in the bed and as I left the bedroom I looked back to see her blue eyes staring at me, I smiled fleetingly but said nothing, going about my normal weekend routine.

Returning from my walk an hour later I found Sarah standing naked in-front of a mirror in our bedroom pulling a straightener through her blonde hair. She looked at me in the mirror, her eyes shining as she smiles, continuing her task. I looked at her freshly showered body, Sarah stands at 5’4″, she’s a little plump with a cute round ass and nice shaped belly without being what you would call overweight. Sarah’s best assets however may well be her breasts, huge natural saggy tits that feel just great to hold, her red nipples jump to attention like rocks in the palms of your hands.

I walked behind Sarah, running my hands around her body, pulling her backwards against me, I kissed her neck and looking into the mirror I asked, “You still happy with what’s planned”.

Sarah nodded, locking her eyes with mine once more, “Definitely, it’s what I’ve dreamed of since my teens. Now you, get in the shower, you’ve got more than me to impress today David”.

Mistress Scarlett had provided strict instructions on the hygiene ritual we were to understand on the morning of the meeting including using an anal douche to clean our asses, her email suggested we engage in that particular activity as a couple but I think this was perhaps a step too far for Sarah.

I walked back into the room, towelling myself dry and dressing quickly in jeans, a white shirt, underwear, socks and shoes. Sarah continued applying makeup, had me help her connect her bra strap, she dressed in blue jeans, a woollen top, brown boots and brand new underwear.

Finally we stood at the door, putting on our jackets in silence. She looked into my eyes and we paused, I realised at that moment what we’d go through together would change us, I just hoped it would be a good change. We got into the car and drove the hour to Mistress Scarlett’s address.

I could feel Sarah tremble slightly as I stood beside her at the big red front door, I knocked and after about 10 seconds we could both hear the click clack of heels marching down the tiled floor. The door opened slowly and there stood Mistress Scarlett wearing a light brown raincoat.

Scarlett was a reasonably tall, thin woman in her early fifties, she had short black hair, spiked, and I remember how red her lips looked. She smiled warmly, “You must be the delectable Sarah, and David, we’ve exchanged some titillating correspondents, do come in”.

Scarlett closed the door behind us and ushered us into a large and rather beautiful kitchen. She offered us coffee which we both accepted and made small talk making us both feel at ease. She took off her overcoat explaining it was just to wear when opening the door. She was dressed magnificently in a short leather skirt, fishnet stockings, tall red high heels and a leather bodice top, strapped and buckled tightly around her body.

She sat us both down at a breakfast bar and made us read what looked like a contract, it was very thorough and covered so many things, essentially giving her permission to use, abuse, whip, smack, slap, spit on, penetrate, pinch, our bodies. She asked us what our safe word was, we both giggled and looked at each other, “We don’t have one really”, Sarah giggled.

“Ok darling, we’ll pick the month, January, and if you are gagged blink five times quickly to stop anything”, Mistress Scarlett said. “Other words, no, stop, won’t work, it won’t stop the scene, so remember January. Pendik Ukraynalı Escort It’s your escape and if you said it, we stop completely, understood?”

We both nodded but suddenly her voice picked up a level and she barked “Understood”.

“Yes Mistress Scarlett” Sarah and I said quickly in unison.

We signed the documents and suddenly Mistress Scarlett’s demeanour changed, she’d stepped up a gear.

“Go back out to the hall, remove all your clothes and stand shoulder to shoulder ready for inspection.” Scarlett instructed.

Sarah slithered down off the high stool and marched out the door of the Kitchen. Myself in hot pursuit, watching my wife’s ass move as she walked into the hallway. She shopped and spun around, looking at me, seeking direction, I shrugged my jacket off and pulled up my shirt, unbuttoning it. Sarah still frozen looking at me, I could feel the eyes of the Dominatrix watching us.

Suddenly Sarah started and wriggled out of her jacket, pulling her sweater over her head she hesitated, then unclasped her bra behind her back, letting those gorgeous full breasts fall out.

I had dragged off my shoes and pulled off my Jeans by this time, standing in just my underwear, I heard a crack sound and looked round to see Scarlett, cracking a riding crop into her hand “All OFF” she demanded, pointing the crop at my underwear. I blushed and pulled these down quickly, tossing them into a pile on the floor, my eyes back on my wife.

Sarah had pulled off her brown boots and taken off her socks, her bare feet slightly bunched on the cold tiles, she was working at her jeans belt her eyes down, then she looked up to me, eyes wide now, she pulled off her jeans, and tossed them on the tiles. She heard the crack again of the crop in the Domme’s hand and quickly realised she needed to remove her panties.

She took these off and I took up position beside my wife, ready for our inspection. Scarlett pointed to the piles of clothes on the floor and tutted, “Tidy up, you pair”. She said. Embarrassed we bend down and quickly gathered out clothes, folding them into two tidy little piles on the tiled floor.

Sarah straightened up and stood with her arms folded across her tits, I stood beside her and instinctively covered my manhood with cupped hands. This obviously brought displeasure to our Domme and she told us to stand with our hands by our sides, feet shoulder width apart.

I stood there and listened, almost hearing my heart beating and Sarah’s shallow breathing as she waited for Scarlett to approach her, naked, vulnerable, excited trembling body for the first time. I realised my cock had hardened to a full erection, I blushed red, looking at the wall in front of me, fully aware of Scarlett eyeing both of our bodies, taking it all in, her quarry, ready for her bidding.

Scarlett stepped forward and I instinctively followed her with my eyes, catching sight of her running her gloved hand over my wife’s shoulders before I was sharply told “Eyes forward”. I resumed looking at the wall as I hear the inspection continue.

Sarah tells me the Domme’s hands explored every inch of her body, she knelt down, rubbing calves, kneels, thighs, hips, up over her tummy before cupping both of those heavy breasts, kneading them squeezing and pushing them. One hand went back down and a finger inserted in Sarah’s pussy, the finger brought up and sniffed, “UN-huh”, Scarlett said. “Hairy though, we’ll have to get that sorted out won’t we dear?” I heard her utter.

Next it was my turn, she stood in-front over me, rubbing a gloved hand over my shoulders, then trailing down over my chest, I looked down into her eyes but was quickly corrected. I felt the soft hair of Sarah’s arm gently brush my own as we stood so close, naked, inspected, totally outside our normal world.

Scarlett took my cock in one hand, wanking roughly a couple of times, then folding her other hand around my balls and pushing in towards my ass. Both hands were sniffed as she then looked into my eyes.

Still cupping my balls and cock in her gloved hands Scarlett looked up at me, “ok boy, you stood shoulder to shoulder with this woman when you married, are you willing to stand beside her, not to watch and experience, to engage with me, to have YOUR WOMAN used, used by another, touched, caressed and punished?”.

“Yes Mistress, I am” I gulped.

“Ok then, both of you showered now.” she opened a side door to reveal quite a large bathroom with a walk in shower cubicle.

“But we did already today” my wife chipped in. A raised eyebrow was enough to deal with the little lady and we both padded across the while tiled bathroom, Scarlett behind us.

She pushed us both into the shower and turned the tap, ice cold water splashed over our bodies as we both yelped, the door pushed closed behind us.

Scarlett took up position sitting on the lid of the toilet, and thankfully the water did warm up. “Wash each other”, was the simple command.

I took soap and started rubbing my wife’s back, then Pendik Üniversiteli Escort over her chest and tummy.

“Her cunt too” she said, I knelt down lower and rubbed my wife’s pussy, raking my fingers through her hair. “Ok now him”.

I stood up in the shower and my wife rubbed quickly over my chest, tummy, legs, “Wash the cock dearie”, Scarlett instructed as Sarah took the flaccid cock and rubbed it with the soap. “Asshole too”.

My wife blushed more and rubbed the soap around my ass, she’d never touched me there but I guess this was a time for new experiences.

“Ok Good, turn it off now”, Scarlett said. We both stood together dripping as the door opened, we padded out to be welcomed by some nice thick white towels. “Quickly”, was the command.

We towelled our bodies down and stood up to attention again, Sarah’s hair still dripping as we were marched back to the hall to stand on the cold tiles.

“Put these on her”, Scarlett pushed some strips of leather into my hands, I looked down, realising they were four leather cuffs and a collar, plain black leather with buckles and a single D Ring. I knelt down and buckled a cuff to each of my wife’s ankles, then stood up and took her arms, buckling them firmly but with a little bit of room around her wrists, all the time observed by the Domme.

Next Scarlett ran her hands through Sarah’s hair, lifting it and indicating for me to buckle the collar around my wife’s throat. Our eyes met as I buckled the strap, and stepping back I looked down at her naked body with the restraints in place.

I stood again, arms by my sides beside Sarah, she was given similar restraints and got to work buckling them around my ankles and wrists. As she did this Scarlett pulled a collar around my throat, buckling it before running a nail down my spine. I shivered.

Then Scarlett produced another leather implement and explained it was a cock harness. I groaned a little, not really knowing what this particular device was. This time Scarlett knelt beside Sarah and grabbing my cock, which was already getting erect again. She pulls the harness around the shaft and buckled leather straps under my balls. A D-Ring now lay along the shaft of my cock.

I watched as Scarlett put her arm around my wife, then started slowly wanking me, “It’s my cock now dearie.” She whispered into Sarah’s ear. Sarah blinked and looked up at me, then at the Mistress, then dropped her eyes.

Both women were again on their feet when Scarlett walked around behind me, clipping both of my cuffs together behind my back. My cock stiffened more as I twisted slightly against the bondage. Sarah stood there watching, silent. Next Scarlett grabbed Sarah’s wrists and did the same to her. My wife gasped and wriggled but the Domme held her wrists tight and licked my girls face.

Next Scarlett produced a long chain, one end had metal clips on it, and she wasted no time demonstrating what they were for, she pulled at Sarah’s nipples, making them hard before pushing the clip onto the soft flesh behind the erect nipple. My wife gasped and winced as Scarlett pushed the second clip into place. The chain dangled between her large breasts and down to the floor.

Scarlett walked behind Sarah now and pulled the chain between her legs, then I worked out what the D Ring on my cock harness was for. She grabbed my cock and clipped the chain onto the ring, then let the chain fall, dangling between my wife’s erect nipples and my hard cock, both of us yelped.

The chain allowed me to stand about two feet behind Sarah, nothing more before it pulled, gripping the clasps on her nipples and tugging my cock.

It was obvious now though we were ready to be transported, two slaves, bound, locked and ready to make the journey to the Dungeon. Luckily for us it wasn’t too far, down a corridor in the house we walked, Scarlett in-front with a finger cocked through my wife’s collar ring, marching us along to a large door. The women suddenly stopped making me walk my cock against my wife’s back.

Scarlett unlocked the playroom.

Our little chain gang was led into the dark room, Scarlett flicked a switch and low lighting faded in on the walls, the walls of the large room were painted black or blood red but through the gloom I could just about make out the large assortment of various pieces of S&M furniture.

The connecting chain was removed and Scarlett’s hand encircled my cock, pulling me towards a standing St Andrews cross against a corner. Stunned I backed against the cross and perhaps before I could protest the wrist cuffs were attached to the highest ends of the cross, I watched Scarlett bend down and do the same to my ankles.

Now Velcro straps were pulled around my calves, thighs, one around my waist, another thick strap around my chest, I could move my head, look around but do nothing else. Still my cock stayed perfectly erect, defiant, one last shred of my masculine dominance.

Scarlett stepped back from me, holding a finger to her lips “Not a word boy or you get Pendik Vip Escort gagged, you can watch the delights I have instore for your wife though” she smirked deliciously.

Next she turned to a dump-struck Sarah and walked up to her, suddenly she grabbed my wife’s long blonde hair in a fist, slightly pulling her head back. At was at this point I realised just how vulnerable we both were in the hands of a stranger, I was completely restrained, naked, and defenceless, Sarah had her hands cuffed behind her back.

Sarah let out a little gasp and flinched a little but I could see my girl was excited, next Scarlett leaned close to her and kissed her straight on the lips. I’m not aware my wife ever kissed another woman and her eyes popped wide, then her lips parted providing easy access to the Domme’s tongue, next she closed her eyes and enjoyed the kiss.

The two women stood like this for what seemed an age, but was probably thirty seconds, suddenly the Domme stepped back, Sarah’s mouth still open, she opened her eyes, searching Scarlett’s face in the gloom, but Scarlett turned and walked back to the light switches. Suddenly spotlights illuminated one of the pieces of furniture, which to my shock looked like a gynaecological examination chair.

“Alright Mrs” she said, her heels clicking back to where Sarah was standing. She walked behind my naked wife and unlocked her cuffs from behind her back. Sarah’s arms dropped submissively to her side, she obviously wasn’t going to put up a fight.

“Onto the table please girl”, Scarlett purred.

Sarah complied astonishingly meekly, backing against the chair, then jumping up into position, wiggling her full arse back on the smooth fabric of the seat cushion.

The chair had a semi reclined position, so Sarah could sit up, look around her a little, two arms with padded rests pointed away from the table, these both had light brown leather buckle restrains on them. Two leg supports at the base of the chair allowed her legs to be lifted, these also had restraint straps.

“Legs up”, Scarlett said. Sarah lifted her legs quickly, laying them in the supports, her feet bare sticking out slightly beyond the supports.

Scarlett walked behind her, Sarah tried to turn but couldn’t see in the gloom what Scarlett was doing. Sarah’s arms were folded across her big tits, but Scarlett pulled one arm without resistance and laid it along the arm rest, Sarah’s wrist cuff was connected to a metal loop at the end of the rest, Scarlett did the same with the other wrist cuff, then walked around and restrained Sarah’s ankles to similar attachments.

Next Scarlett came up to the first arm again, one of the leather straps was buckled around Sarah’s lower arm, another around her bicep, she couldn’t move the arm at all, Scarlett had her flex her fingers, and wiggle her hand around, she tickled Sarah’s palm playfully. Scarlett walked behind the chair again and buckled the other arm in the same way.

Next she walked to Sarah’s side and leaned across her body, grabbing another thicker restraint belt, this she pulled across my wife’s body above her tits. Leaning across again she took another belt, pulling it across Sarah’s tummy, below her tits before fixing another one across her waist.

Sarah kept her head back against the headrest the whole time but her eyes followed Scarlett. She looked curious, excited, perhaps a little less nervous than before but still apprehensive.

Scarlett then walked to Sarah’s legs, pulling another belt around her thigh and buckling that, then another around my girl’s calf muscles. Scarlett did the same to the other leg, then playfully with a smile on her face she ran a nail along Sarah’s sole. Her feet curled, she tried to wriggle, to get away but she could, both women were giggling but this ended when Scarlett walked away, out of sight in the gloom.

Scarlett reappeared under the spotlights with a metal trolley you’d expect to see in a doctor’s treatment room, I couldn’t make out the various implements on it from my position. Next she pulled a stool over and sat between my wife’s legs.

Sarah whimpered as Scarlett ran a latex gloved hand over her mound, running her fingers through my wife’s curly pubic hair, then she ran her hands up over her tummy, then back down again. “Ok, I said we’d do something about this”, Scarlett had grabbed Sarah’s pubes in a clump now with another hand she grabbed scissors.

Sarah’s head came forward suddenly, “No, no, don’t not that, I’ve always had that… I, I never shaved it…” she pleaded to Scarlett.

Scarlett simply ignored my wife’s pleas, Sarah’s body wriggled a little but couldn’t move and soon Scarlett had cut clumps of the hair away from my wife’s pussy. I could see Sarah’s eyes searching for me in the gloom but I stayed quiet, enjoying the show and the prospect of that shaven cunt.

Next Scarlett picked up a rechargeable electric razor, Sarah flicked her head from side to side and groaned, but Scarlett started cutting away the stray hairs, her fingers all over my wife’s pussy, pulling her labia to the site, shaving up over her mound, up her tummy. Once finished Scarlett smiled, holding the vibrating shaft of the shaver against my wife’s clitoral hood. Scarlett then picked up a can of shaving foam, rubbing it on her hands she lathered it up and spread it all around Sarah’s groin.

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Like most Cross dressers I have dreamed of meeting a kinky sexy CD or TV like myself. However since I am very picky, it took a few years of masturbating before I meet her.

I was away on business, for a few days and was hoping to find my first taste of girl cock. On line I was able to chat to a few other girls, one girl, Kellie caught my eye. She was living full time as a she-male. After had a long conversation and agreed to meet for a glass of wine.

I raced to the shower and shaved as close as I ever have. Then a long bath with scented oils, candles and a glass of wine. When I got out of the tube, I brushed out my red wig, put my face on with lots of lipstick (nothing like lipstick kisses) Then what to wear? I choose something that would show off my long legs. Black seemed stockings, with a black sheer thong. The stockings were attached to my lace corset. I then slid into my lycra mini black of course. Then my 6″ black stilettos with silver heels. I was as ready as I would ever be.

A few candles to set the mood, some jazz on the CD player and I was all set, god I could hardly wait. The knock on the door frighten, and excited me at the same time…My nerves were shot, answer and let the fantasy turn real, or pretend not to be in the room, and let another chance slip through my fingers….

When I opened the door, I knew this was to be a night to remember. God what a vision. She was over 6′ in her boots. Long knee high black leather boots! I stared with my mouth open.

“Well hun, are you going to invite me in?” Kellie’s sultry voice just about made me shoot right then.

As she walked in, the long legs were covered with white stockings, up to a sexy red leather mini skirt. With a sheer white top and sexy red bra. Long neck, up to a face of a goddess. Long blonde hair, with red bee stung lips made for Kurtköy Ukraynalı Escort kissing. I had never been so excited in all my life.

We sat down and enjoyed several glasses of wine, when I leaned over to kiss Kellie, our mouths we lost for what seemed like hours. Slowly I broke the kiss, and slide down her body kissing past her perfect breast. On to my goal of her girl cock, that had been grinding against my leg while we were kissing. Slowly sliding her skirt up, my eyes took in her girly cock covered in sheer red panties. I kissed the head, and worked my way up the length to the tip of her head. The head was leaking pre-cum, now was the moment of truth…. Without so much of a thought to, I licked the head, why had I waited so long for this nectar.

“perhaps we should move, into your bedroom” she cooed.

We stood up walked hand in hand to the bedroom. Then we slowly undressed to our lingerie. We made a sight, her in red, and me in black. I slowly worked my way back to her cock. I had, no needed to feel it in my mouth. I worked my way from her head, slowly down to her hairless balls. Enjoying the spongy feel, I worked my way slowly up her length. Kissing her head, I looked deep into her eyes.

“don’t let me back out, hold my head in place”

I did ever thing that had ever been done to my cock, I swirled my tongue, grabbed her ass and brought her deep into my throat, and whether it was beginners luck, or my innate skill, I could feel her growing in my mouth, feel her balls tighten in my hand. She backed her cock out, so just the head was in my mouth.

“Lover, get ready! Your hot mouth is going to get much fuller!”

As her cock started to shoot inside my mouth, my head started to swim, the earthly musky cum filled my mouth, and my eyes with tears. Where had this Kurtköy Üniversiteli Escort been all my life?

Slowly her cock, slipped from my mouth. She raised me up to her mouth and licked the leftovers from my lips. She never got soft; in fact I felt her growing against me again.

She pushed me up her body, until I was sitting on her face. Kellies tongue worked magic on my cock. Kissing up, and down, sucking first one ball then the other and finally both into her vacuum like mouth. She grabbed my ass and pushed me forward, to bring her tongue into contact with my ass. I rose up on my knees to give her full access to my hole. Her tongue teased me, swirling around, and slowly working its deep into me. Pulling my cheeks apart her tongue started fucking me. I was as wet as a Hollywood starlet in a Ron Jeremy Film. When she went back to my cock, and with me still over her face, she slowly worked in a finger, then two. I was frighten but desperate for more than her finger.

I slowly slide off her face. Kissing her only seemed natural. I could feel her against my leg. She was about 7 inches and cut. Just a little bigger than my toy, that would never satisfy me after tonight.

Pulling Kellie up to the edge of the bed, I rolled over onto my tummy and looked back, met her eyes.

“Please Kellie, fill me up, I want so bad to feel you deep inside!” I could not believe the words leaving my lips. I really meant them. I really needed to be fucked but the amazing woman.

“Are you ready lover? I hope you are because I have wanted your tight ass since I saw it!”

Slowly she worked a finger into my ass, I pushed back.

“Don’t tease me Kellie, just fuck me!”

As she worked her girl cock into my ass, I pushed back trying not to cry out. I knew that I need to push out Kurtköy Vip Escort to accept her into me. Once she was deep inside, she took a breath.

“My god girl you are so tight! Are you ready?”

“I have never been more ready for anything in my life, Fuck me babe fill me with your girl cock”

Slowly she pulled back and slide back in, her thighs against my ass. Her hands on my hips, pulling me against her.

I could not take her pace. I needed to be fucked harder. I pulled away, kissing her deep and pushing her onto her back.

Climbing onto to her cock, Kellie guided herself into me. I slowly slide down. I was so full, I was seeing stars. I started to ride her, up and down. I reached around, and played with her balls. She grabbed my cock with had been leaking pre-cum all over her tummy. I was totally lost. Not able to kiss her, not able to think. The whole world was her cock in my ass. I wanted to be filled with her cum, in both of my holes. If it felt as good in my ass, as her cum felt in my mouth I was going to die.

Riding her became my world, looking down and seeing her cock disappear inside me, while her long red finger nails stocked my cock.

“Your hungry hold is making me CUM!” groaned Kellie

“Fill me with your girl cum, I want to feel you shoot in my ass”

As Kellie’s hot cum started to fill me, I could feel her girl cock spasm inside me, my own orgasm took over. Even as her hot cum was scalding my ass, I shot stream after stream over Kellie. The first spurt went over her head, the second on her face, and the last across her chest. She grabbed me and kissed me hard. I could feel her tongue, down my throat. Tasting myself, I needed more, using my tongue, I pushed my cum off her face and into her mouth. We kissed until my taste was gone from her mouth.

She popped out of my ass. With a sigh we rolled over and cuddled for a while. Kissing and getting ready for round two. I was growing to my full 8 ½ inches, thinking of Kellies hot ass. But that will be for another story. I hope you liked my first story and it is absolutely true. Enjoy, I know we did.

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“What happens now?” I asked.

“Well it kind of depends…” Josephine whispered.

“On what?”

“On what you want to do…”

“You’ve got to help me out here Josephine…”

We were lying on her bed in her apartment. I was twirling a few strands of her hair in my fingers. She was lying beside me with her head on my chest, caressing my naked stomach. She was talking to my cock. Or at least that’s what it looked like from my vantage point.

“Well Sir, if you have things to do and need to get going, you should say so… I’m not a clingy submissive… I won’t make you stay…”

“I have the day off tomorrow. I mean I have a few things to do, but nothing urgent.”

“If you wanted to stay the night with me, Sir, you should ask.”

I could hear the smile in her voice.

“I think that would be presumptuous. Besides, I wouldn’t want the rejection,” I laughed nervously.

She giggled. “Now who’s being presumptuous?”

Josephine rearranged herself so her right hand was taking the weight of her head, leaning on her elbow. Her left hand was moving steadily lower. The light scratches of her nails just below my navel were causing my cock to rouse and thicken. She looked steadily into my eyes and whispered.

“If you asked me if you could stay tonight, I would say no.”

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, then added, “I mean, can you tell me why?”

She blushed. “Honestly Sir, you must be crazy. You were wonderful and you can rest assured you were better than er, quiet a few of the Dominants I’ve had in the past. In fact, I’d love to help you learn the ropes,” she giggled, “um, so to speak.”

“Would you? So you’d have me back, um… if… ah… this conversation is really strange ya know.”

She smiled at me. “You mean… really open and honest?”

I nodded.

“Different isn’t it?” she asked rhetorically, gently dragging her nails the length of my half hard dick.

Different? I always thought I did okay with the ladies when I was young and single. But never had I met someone like Josephine, or had a similar conversation, ‘assessing my skills’.

“What I meant was, god how do I say this…” I took a deep breath. “I’d really like to come back some time and, um, practice on you. God I can’t think of a better way to say it.”

“I would be honoured Sir…” she grinned. “In fact, why don’t you come over after three tomorrow and we can have some fun?”

“But not stay overnight…”

She kissed the tip of my nose.

“I have a flower shop to run, and a delivery first thing in the morning.”

“Oh.”

She smiled at me.

“Are you surprised?

“That you run a flower shop?”

She nodded.

“On a scale of one to ten? About a seven I guess.” I grinned.

“You might be surprised how many submissives, both male and female, actually work in positions of authority. I guess it’s kind of like a rebound effect.”

My mind conjured up Chantelle calling me ‘Sir’, and admiring my cock.

“Is it like they want to balance their hectic and responsible lives with a period where they lack responsibility, a time when they lack control?”

“Ooooo… well said Sir, yes that’s about right.”

“Interesting.”

She smiled. “Why’s that?”

“Well it means just about anyone in the world could be a sub doesn’t it…”

She nodded. “Just about. Do you want to hear my theory? It’s not about gender. It’s about dominance and submission.”

“Hmmm, ok I’m game, what’s the theory?”

“Well, in dominance and submission, we have a basic truth. All the people in the world fit on a sliding scale where at one end one has the ‘Dominant’, and at the other end the ‘submissive’. Everyone in the world is somewhat dominant and somewhat submissive, depending on the time and place. So everyone fits somewhere on this sliding scale. Vanilla people are somewhere around the middle. Dominants and submissives are at either end. That’s my theory. Do you like it?”

“Sounds good to me. Jeez, I haven’t really thought about it like that. I like that.”

“Thank you Sir,” she blushed. “So it’s not about gender or sexism, it’s just about dominance and submission.”

“I guess that explains you and Chantelle.”

“I shouldn’t talk about Chantelle and I.”

“Aw, go on… I’m so interested in what makes her tick.”

“It would be gossiping. That’s naughty.”

“You’re already naughty.”

I sat up and faced her on my knees, flipping her onto her back. I only needed one hand to hold her in place while I started tickling her.

“I am not!” she squealed and laughed, trying to escape.

“Are so!” I tickled her ribs harder. She was squirming and giggling uncontrollably.

“Noooooo!!!”

“Tell me!”

I got on top of her and sat on her thighs, batting away her hands.

“Noooooo!!!”

I tickled her all over, faster and faster.

“Aahhhahahhahaaaahhaaaaa!!! Stop! Stop!”

“Not till you tell me!”

She was writhing and wriggling like a maniac, trying to escape my tickling clutches. Tears of laughter coursed down her cheeks.

“Stop ahhhhhh stop I’ll Kurtköy Yabancı Escort tell you… nooooooo…..aahhahahhaaahahahaaaa…”

“Tell me now!”

“All right all right ooooo ahahahhaaaaaaahhahaaa I can’t talk ahahahahahaaaaaaa…”

“Now!” I said, tickling her more and more.

“I lick her cunt! There I told you! I lick her cunt!!! oohhhhhh please stop ahahahahaaaaa… it hurts ahahahaaaa…”

I grabbed her wrists and held them down on either side of her head, against her pillow. She was breathing hard.

I whispered softly, “You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” and smiled.

“I am not!” she whined, but her eyes sparkled.

“So you’re a lying dirty little slut then?”

“Um…”

Her chest was heaving and a sparkle of perspiration had risen on her top lip.

My cock throbbed and a bolt of pre-cum oozed from the tip onto Josephine’s ribs. We both looked down to see my cock, hard and angry red, the tip wet with pre-cum, another drip dangling from the underside of the flaring head. I could only imagine what it looked like to her.

She spoke, staring wide-eyed at my cock. “What are you going to d…”

Before she even finished the sentence, I had raised myself up and pressed the head of my cock into her mouth. At first she feigned surprise but in a split second she moaned around my cock and began to suck avidly, her eyes closing and her cheeks hollowing.

I’d let go of one of her wrists and had pointed my throbbing cock into her mouth with my grip holding it half way up the rigid shaft. I smiled as I felt her hand curl around my ass cheek, trying to pull more of my cock into her mouth. I still had one of her wrists pinned to her pillow. I let go of my cock and felt it bend painfully as the head hit the back of her mouth. She put her hand on the front of my thigh and pushed me back until my cock popped free, swaying glistening in front of her eyes.

“I’ll choke this way, Sir,” she gasped. Her eyes were wild and she licked her lips.

“You like sucking cock don’t you?”

“I like doing anything that pleases you, Sir,” she panted.

“Answer the fucking question,” I said, taking my cock in hand and pressing it across her lips.

“…yes… I like it…” she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, quickly sucking away the pre-cum that appeared.

“Good girl.”

She looked up at me and sucked the head of my cock, her eyes bright and smiling. Her mouth curled at the edges and her tongue lapped at the tip of my cock, making me shudder.

“Oh yeah, you like to suck cock.”

She nodded a little and pushed me out of her mouth again.

“I like sucking cock…” she whispered, sucking the head behind her teeth.

“But you don’t like choking…”

She shook her head a little, telling me ‘no’.

“And a different position would be better…”

She nodded, with her cheeks still hollowed, sucking with her hand still gripping my ass.

I kneeled up and my cock popped free straight out in front of me. “What do you suggest?”

She smiled softly and said, “I still might fail Sir…”

“Fail?”

“Well… I mean… you have a big cock, Sir.”

“It’s not that big.” I’d seen huge cocks on the internet.

Her eyes smiled. “You have a big cock, Sir,” she repeated.

“We’ll just have to see then.”

She grinned and slid around, her head hanging off the edge of the bed, straightening her throat. Her hands went down to her cunt, two fingers sliding straight inside. With the thumb of her other hand she started stroking up and down her clit.

“This is better! Fuck my mouth, Sir!”

I shook my head. “Oh yeah, you love it.”

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An hour later I was lying on my own bed, staring at the ceiling.

Dominants. Submissives. What was it she said? She’s a smart girl, that Josephine. I felt my cock thicken and ache at the thought of her.

Something about gender.

“It’s not about gender, it’s about Dominance and submission.”

That was it. Interesting slant. I must ask Chantelle about that.

I groaned.

I’ll have to tell her I fucked Josephine too. I wondered what she might say.

I looked over at the clock. It was three o’clock in the morning.

I was asleep in minutes.

The phone woke me in the morning. I wondered who it could be.

“Hello? Roger Moore speaking…” I answered, looking at the clock saying 9.00 A.M.

“Hello Mr. Moore. It’s Angelo Terrazzo.”

“Ah, Angelo, how are you?” I asked, sitting up and stretching.

“Just a courtesy call for one of my favourite customers, Sir. Your suit is ready.”

“Thank you Angelo,” I said, yawning, “I’ll be there sometime today to pick it up.”

“As you wish Mr. Moore, as you wish…”

“Please Angelo, call me Roger…” I heard yelling in the background.

“Ah okay, I gotta go Mr. Moore, my wife is driving me apples!”

“Ok, see you later Angelo.” I shook my head.

The phone clicked and I went to hang it up.

Did it click again?

I Kurtköy Yeni Escort was sure I heard it click again. I put it back to my ear. No, I must have imagined it. I hung it up and put the kettle on.

“Friday,” I thought.

One day to go till the party.

I made my coffee and sat out on the balcony. I needed sunglasses it was so bright. I went inside to find them and the phone rang again.

“Hello? Angelo?”

Nothing. Not even breathing.

“Hello?” I asked. “Hello?”

“Must be a wrong number,” I grumbled and hung up.

I found my sunglasses and was on the way back outside. The phone rang again.

“Hello? Roger Moore here, who’s there?”

Nothing again. I rolled my eyes and hung up.

I’d only been sitting outside for five minutes, when the phone rang again.

I picked it up in a huff.

“Listen you stupid prick, if you keep this…”

“Roger?”

“Hello?”

It was a female.

“Roger?” It sounded like Chantelle.

“Chantelle?”

“Yes it’s Chantelle, how many others are there?”

“It depends what day it is,” I smiled.

She chuckled.

“What was that all about?”

“Just a heavy breather, nothing to worry about.”

“I see… look I rang to ask a favour.”

“I’d be pleased to help if I can.”

“Well I don’t know if you’d want to do this. I um… I need an escort.”

“I’ll be there soon…”

“I mean I wouldn’t ask if um, if Jonathan was here but well, it’s his day off.”

“I said I’d be there Chantelle.”

“Roger you’re a doll.”

“When do you need me?”

“By midday.”

“I’ll be there by eleven thirty.”

“My hero,” she sighed.

“All right, all right… see you soon.”

“Thanks Roger, I’ll owe you one.”

I hung up and wondered how I’d claim my pound of flesh. I chuckled to myself and wondered what might happen today.

An escort eh? That’s about as far as I got with that thought. I simply could not think of what I might possibly be doing. My mind went blank. I shrugged and went back to my original thought as I sipped my coffee.

I better review the ‘entertainment’ Chantelle is organising. I didn’t want to be embarrassed by what might go on, or to embarrass the partners. That might prove to be a problem. I wondered if I could find out about them. Gardner and Hammerstein. Hmmmmmm. Sylvia wouldn’t help. What about Annie? Maybe Annie knew a bit about them. Then I could gauge what might be acceptable. I don’t want this to be a big mistake.

It was good I was seeing Chantelle. I felt like I needed to have a talk with her.

**************************************************

“Good morning Angelo,” I said. The door had just closed behind me, striking its bell again.

“Mr. Moore, so good to see you. Come in, come in.”

“I ah, just came in to change Angelo, I think I’ll retire the suit I’m wearing.”

“It’s seen better days, Sir,” he smiled.

“That’s an understatement.”

Angelo grinned. “One moment and I will be back with your suit. It’s hanging in the storeroom, bagged and ready.”

“Thanks so much Angelo. Very timely!” I raised my voice so he could hear me as he padded away.

“I heard you have a big party on tomorrow Sir. I think it better to have a new suit too.”

“Well thank you Angelo, and be sure to thank your son Claudio too. I’m sure he had a hand in this.”

“It’s my pleasure Mr. Moore. Will that be cheque or charge?”

“Cheque please, Angelo. Tell me Angelo, you must make suits for all kinds of people.”

“Indeed Sir, I have customers keep coming back 40 years now.”

“My, that is impressive… Do you know Gardner and Hammerstein?”

“The lawyers? Sure I know him. Mr. Gardner, good customer, always telling stories.”

“Stories?”

“Well, I just say, you keep clear of him. He’s a peculiar man, Mr. Moore.”

It didn’t feel right grilling him so I thanked him for the advice and wrote out a cheque. I asked if there was somewhere I could change into my new suit. Angelo directed me to the changing area behind a curtain and I changed out of my battered old brown suit into a crisp, clean, new navy one. It was very expensive looking and the material had a sheen to it. I knew nothing about suits but I knew this was a damn good one. I was glad I had worn a white shirt and maroon tie. I looked down. Yes, the black shoes were perfect. I didn’t feel silly wearing them now. I smoothed down the lapels as I turned in the small mirror and felt something in the inside pocket. I went to pull it out when Angelo pulled back the curtain and beckoned me out to look in the larger full length mirror. I left whatever it was in the pocket. It felt like an envelope.

“It looks great and it feels fantastic Angelo,” I said, genuinely impressed.

“It’s a good suit, Sir,” he said, checking length and fit.

“Well, all I know is I’ve never looked better so, I thank you again Angelo.”

“The suit fits Sir,” he winked.

I grinned from the mirror to Angelo and back again.

“I have to get going, I have an appointment to meet.”

“Very Kurtköy Masaj Salonu well, Sir. Enjoy your day compliments of Angelo Terrazzo.”

I smiled and shook his hand warmly.

“I owe you one Angelo.”

“I’ll remember that Mr. Moore.”

I waved back at him as I left him in his dark store.

Outside, the crisp autumn air invigorated me. I decided to make my way to the Domina Flagrante. I was running almost an hour early but like a moth to a flame, I found myself there, pressing the buzzer on the intercom.

“Good Morning and welcome to the Domina Flagrante. How may I help?”

“Hello Adrian, it’s Roger Moore again.”

“Mr. Moore, come in come in.” The heavy oak door buzzed and whirred in its familiar way and slowly opened. “You’re early, Sir. Mistress will be pleased,” he grinned.

“Can’t keep me away it seems, Adrian,” I said honestly.

“Is that a new suit Sir? My, you do look dashing.”

“Indeed it is. It’s great isn’t it? It’s one of Angelo Terrazzo’s.”

I tugged at the sleeves and smoothed down over it. I remembered the envelope. I almost went to pull it out. I thought better of it and decided to take a look later.

“Could you let Chantelle know I am here, Adrian?”

“I certainly will Sir, but,” he said leaning into me, “she probably knows already.” Adrian nodded above his left shoulder and my eyes followed his to the shiny new surveillance camera.

“All mod cons…” I said.

Adrian just winked.

“I’ll be in the salon.”

“As you wish Sir,” he bowed.

I walked the few steps down the hallway to the entrance of the salon. It was early and there were only a few people in there. One older man was sipping coffee and reading a newspaper, half of it spread out on the chair beside him. There was also a couple sitting at the bar talking to the barman. I walked up to the bar and greeted the barman.

“Good morning.”

“Hello Mr. Moore, I am Johnson. What can I tempt you with this fine morning?”

“Ah, good morning, Johnson.” I had no idea how he knew my name. “I’d like an espresso and a glass of water, please.”

“Can I interest you in a pastry Sir?”

“What do you have?”

“I’ll bring a selection, Sir.”

“Thank you Johnson.”

“Would you like the paper Sir?”

“I would,” I replied, “thank you.”

“If you would like to get comfortable, I’ll bring the paper right over.”

I walked over to one of the low coffee tables near the window at the back of the salon.

I had barely taken a breath to relax before Johnson came over and handed me the paper. He never uttered a word, merely nodding when I thanked him. I watched as he went through the double doors beside the bar. I was scanning the front page when he returned with my espresso and the glass of water.

“Thanks again Johnson.”

“You are welcome Sir.”

Returning my attention to the paper, I opened it to pages two and three, and my jaw dropped. There on page three was a photograph of Sylvia Harper, with her hands up in front of her face, trying to avoid an obviously insistent photographer. She had done a good job concealing her identity. Fortunately for her, the paper had done the rest and placed a black shape over her face. She was almost impossible to identify, unless one recognised the Chanel suit she sometimes wore. And her stunning figure. But it was the headline that confirmed her identity in my mind.

“Society Wife In Political Scandal!”

I knew Sylvia was a rich widower and was definitely a “society wife”. I read on incredulously.

“The Hallgate scandal took a new twist today as photographs depicting lewd acts involving a number of former and serving politicians and a society wife (pictured) allegedly surfaced. This reporter is yet to cite the said photographs, but a reliable source confirms their existence. Legal advice requires that we not divulge her identity.

“The Hallgate scandal, involving political payoffs allegedly originating from the office of (retired) Senator Ray Hall, are still under investigation. The link appears to be a high profile law firm here in the city.”

I winced. They practically named her. And the law firm. The story continued…

“Rumours abound, but this reporter has it on good authority that photographs depicting the accused in group sex and bondage situations have been posted on the internet; however no evidence has been found to support that contention.”

I put the paper down and I must have been ashen faced. Chantelle stood before me and for a moment I thought she was an angel. She wore a neck to floor sleeveless sculpted off white number with a diamond encrusted collar around her neck… and I thought I looked good!

“What’s wrong? Are you all right?” she asked. Just then Johnson returned with a plate of pastries. Chantelle waved him away.

“Yes… yes, I’m fine, just…” I pointed to the paper and Chantelle floated around me to look over my shoulder. “I know her,” I said, indicating the picture.

“So do I… I think I’ve seen her here before.”

“God, that reminds me,” I said, reaching for the inside pocket of my suit. I pulled out what did turn out to be an envelope, and placed it on the table. It had “Roger Moore” written on the front of it. “This could only be from Claudio. I bought this suit from his father this morning.”

“I’m not so sure… it doesn’t look like his handwriting…”

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18 MONTHS LATER

Rachel stepped out of the nail salon feeling confident and looking forward to the night’s events. She had just gotten a fresh French manicure and pedicure. As she walked to her car, she caught a glimpse of herself in a shop window and smiled. She looked hot—her wavy hair fell over her shoulders, which were exposed by a form-fitting gray sweater dress. The outfit clung to her athletic figure, revealing the exact shape of her C-cup breasts and firm ass. Her expertly-done makeup and gold drop earrings accentuated her feminine face. As she strode along in her four-inch black pumps, she felt the eyes of other people in the shopping center being drawn to her. Though she was used to it at this point, it still gave her a thrill. She drove off, cranking the radio and singing along to the pop radio station as she navigated to her next stop.

She arrived at Le Petit Prix, a tiny boutique bakery that was known for its elaborate desserts. She stepped inside and rang the bell at the front. A young man emerged from the back wearing an apron. He was handsome, about 5’11” and probably in his late twenties. His disheveled blonde hair and light stubble gave him a scruffy charm. He smiled at Rachel and not-so-discreetly checked her out as he approached the counter.

“How can I help you, ma’am?” he asked cheerfully.

“Well…” Rachel leaned over the counter to squint at the nametag on his apron. She noticed his eyes lock on her cleavage. “…Chris, I’m here to pick up a cake. The order’s under Rachel.”

Chris’s gaze drifted about half-way up to her face. “Of course, it’s all ready for you to go. It looks amazing!”

“I’m sure it looks amazing, but what I’m really looking forward to is putting it in my mouth,” Rachel said with a smirk.

Chris looked flustered and stammered. “Um, uh, I’ll go get it for you, it’s in the back.”

“Mind if I come with you? I want to make sure everything looks ok before you pack it up,” Rachel asked.

“Oh, no, that’s okay, you don’t need to…” Chris drifted off as he saw Rachel’s eyebrow arch and her hand move to idly play with her necklace. “Or, on second thought, yeah, come on back.”

Rachel smiled and walked behind the counter. She was thankful Chris didn’t seem as dense as some other men his age. She followed him back into the kitchen.

As soon as the door closed behind them, he turned to her and their mouths were on one another immediately. Rachel ran her hands through Chris’s hair, and sighed as she felt his strong arms draw her body against his. They made out passionately. Chris’s lips felt electric on hers, and Rachel cursed mentally to herself that she didn’t have more time to spend with this handsome stranger.

After a couple minutes, she broke the kiss and gently pushed Chris back against the wall. Her hands were a blur as she undid his belt and tugged open his fly. His pants fell to his knees, and Rachel excitedly drew his briefs down to follow them. Chris’s erect, circumcised cock sprang out, already beaded with a drop of precum at the top. It wasn’t enormous, but it was perfectly shaped, and his pubic hair was neatly groomed. Perfect for an afternoon treat, Rachel thought to herself.

She kissed the swollen member gently, feeling the man in front of her shiver at the brush of her cherry-red lips. He moaned and placed his hand softly at the back of her head. Rachel opened her mouth and placed her lips in a ring around the head, sucking gently and tasting the traces of his seed.

Gradually she worked her mouth farther down on his dick, pressing her tongue piercing against the bottom of his shaft. Her hands rested against his thighs, which were now quaking with pleasure. She drew her mouth slowly up and down, savoring every inch of his rock hard manhood. It felt hot in her mouth, a sensation which always drove her wild. She wished she could stay there for hours, down on her knees with this gorgeous man’s most sensitive organ enveloped in her mouth, his whole mind completely overwhelmed by the pleasure she controlled.

But she was on a schedule. She moved her hand to the base of his cock and began aggressively pumping her head back and forth, sucking hard and jerking him off as she moved her mouth. Chris’s cock quickly began pulsing.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna—” Chris grunted. He couldn’t even finish his sentence before he erupted, spraying cum down Rachel’s throat.

She swallowed it effortlessly, and didn’t Kurtköy Sınırsız Escort slow her pace until his dick was completely spent. Chris leaned against the wall, panting with an amazed look on his face, as she popped to her feet cheerfully.

“Thanks, that was great!” she said, smiling.

Chris merely nodded in response, jaw still hanging open.

“The cake?”

Chris finally seemed to collect himself. “Oh, uh, yeah, over here.”

He went to a fridge and retrieved a stately white cake with delicate icing around on the edge. In the middle, in flowing script, it read “Happy Birthday Kevin.”

Chris placed it in a plain white box and sealed it with a bow. He led Rachel back out to the front of the shop where she paid. She winked at him as she took the box and headed out to the car, the taste of his load still tingling at the back of her tongue. She felt the crackle of arousal heightening her senses and putting a spring in her step as she carefully loaded the cake into the car and started driving home.

As she drove, she took a moment to reflect on the myriad changes in her life in the past year and a half. Hormone therapy had further feminized her figure, and implants from the best plastic surgeon in town had supplemented the breasts she grew naturally. Electrolysis had made her completely smooth below the eyebrows. Regular wear of a waist trainer had narrowed her hips, leaving her with an hourglass figure most women would kill for. Voice lessons had eliminated any outward trace that she was anything other than a smoking hot woman. The last vestige of her old body was locked in a custom-fitted jeweled cage and tucked between her legs. Though the key still sat at Allison’s ankle, it had been over a year since it had been used.

Her body had been transformed, but so had her life. She had announced her new identity to her close friends and family, all of whom took it quite well and quickly accepted her as Rachel. She still worked, but Allison’s success had meant that she only pursued a few projects she was really passionate about. She and Allison had gotten engaged six months ago. She spun the engagement ring on her finger and smiled, thinking of Allison’s proposal. It had been on a vacation in the Bahamas, on a boat they had rented, a complete surprise followed by an immediate tearful yes.

Though they were engaged and planning a wedding, they were far from exclusive. The cake Rachel was transporting was for Kevin, Allison’s boyfriend. He and Allison met at a legal conference, and had been dating for almost nine months now. It was his birthday today, and they were celebrating later.

Kevin was a little bit older than Allison and Rachel, turning 35 today, though he looked years younger. He was 6’2″ and athletic without being overly muscular. He was always deeply tan, even in the winter, which contrasted starkly with his bright green eyes. He was the kind of guy that immediately projected confidence and success wherever he went.

Allison had fallen hard for him. Rachel remembered the early days of their courtship, how Allison would giggle and smile as she texted him, and ask for Rachel’s help in composing replies. When they had finally hooked up for the first time, Allison couldn’t stop going on about what an amazing lover he was—how big his cock was, how much stamina he had, how he knew just how to touch her.

Ray would have been jealous about all of that, obviously, but for Rachel it just made her happy to see Allison happy. Rachel was also enjoying herself, of course. She had a few men she saw semi-regularly, and was no stranger to brief encounters like the one in the bakery, but she didn’t have a steady boyfriend. She also joined Allison and Kevin in the bedroom from time to time, which was always a special treat.

Kevin had also started to introduce the two of them to some more adventurous erotic pursuits. He was pretty experienced in BDSM, and naturally dominant. It had started out with some light bondage and spankings which Allison enjoyed somewhat, though she didn’t really think it was her “thing”. Rachel, though, had found these new experiences incredibly exciting. Kevin had tried pushing her a little farther a couple times, binding her arms and legs tightly while he forced her to suck his dick, or blindfolding her and hitting her with a paddle.

Rachel’s stomach stirred with butterflies as she thought back to those encounters. Kurtköy Suriyeli Escort It was so incredibly hot to feel completely at the mercy of a strong, dominant man. It really brought out her inner slut, and made her want to please him in any way she could. While Kevin still primarily had a relationship with Allison, he recognized Rachel’s natural submissiveness, and was clearly eager to take it further.

That led up to tonight. As his birthday gift, Rachel was going to be the entertainment for the night, and let Kevin use her in any way she saw fit. It had been Allison’s idea, a way for Kevin to get his enjoy his kinkier side. And Rachel also suspected that Allison secretly enjoyed the sight of her being dominated by a powerful, aggressive man.

When she got home, she put the cake in the fridge and went back to the bedroom to prepare. Allison and Kevin were out at a movie, so Rachel had the house to herself. After a quick shower and enema, she primped herself with a dark smoky eye and deep red lipstick, and pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail.

She opened her lingerie drawer and pulled out the outfit she’d been looking forward to for weeks. First were black PVC stockings with red detailing that mimicked stitching. She carefully pulled them up her legs and smoothed them so that they were perfect. Next she put on the matching top, a tight black corset that rose half way up her breasts, leaving her erect nipples exposed. It cinched her waist, but left her enough mobility that Kevin would be able to bend her however he pleased. She opted for no panties, leaving her smooth ass and caged cock exposed. After a pair of black five inch heels, she was ready for the finishing touches: thick rubber cuffs on her wrists and ankles and a collar, all sporting heavy D-rings and secured with padlocks. After the final click, she left the keys to the padlocks on the dresser. Then, she climbed on the bed, slipped on a blindfold, and tried to calm her excited breathing as she waited.

About fifteen agonizing minutes later, she heard the door open. Kevin and Allison’s laughing voices gradually became louder, and then suddenly stopped. Rachel’s breath caught in her throat.

After what felt like hours of silence, she heard Kevin’s low voice.

“And what do we have here?” he said, chuckling.

“Happy birthday, honey,” Allison said dreamily.

Rachel’s ears strained to parse the rustling sounds that followed. It was taking all her willpower not to touch herself or take off her blindfold. She felt the bed depress next to her, and gasped at the sudden delicate tingle of fingertips on her arm. The hand slowly wandered over her body, lightly scratching her exposed flesh and making her skin prickle with anticipation.

Her breath caught as she felt a hand pinch her nipple and tug it lightly. Fingers of another hand grazed her lips, and a thumb intruded into her open mouth. She closed her lips and sucked instinctively, tasting Kevin’s familiar scent. Two more hands ran slowly over her rubbery stockings. Rachel’s blood was boiling with desire, and her cock was pleading against the constraints of the cage.

The hands moved to her shoulders, and were suddenly rough and demanding. They flipped her over onto her stomach, and pulled her wrists together. After a few quick motions, the cuffs on her wrists were bound together. Soon her ankles were pulled up toward her wrists, and those cuffs were attached too, leaving her roughly hogtied. As she squirmed, the hands slid her to the edge of the bed, so that her chin rested just over the edge. Slowly, she felt the blindfold being drawn off of her face.

When her vision was restored, she was greeted by the sight of Allison in a slinky red dress pulling Kevin’s pants to his ankles, freeing his thick and hardening cock. She winked at Rachel as her cherry red lips parted to take the bulging head of Kevin’s cock in her mouth. Kevin moaned as his cock disappeared into Allison’s mouth. Rachel’s mouth watered with desire.

“You like that, slut? You like watching your fiancee worship my cock?” Kevin asked gruffly.

“Yes sir,” Rachel replied, her voice uneven with excitement.

“You wish you were sucking on this dick, whore?”

“Yes sir, please let me suck your dick, sir!” Rachel pleaded.

“Too bad, you dumb slut. You’re going to watch me fuck your wife in her tight little cunt instead.”

He put his hand Kurtköy İranlı Escort on Allison’s throat and pulled her to her feet. She gasped, but her head tilted back in acquiescence. Rachel could see that she was incredibly horny, and in fact could smell her arousal from the bed. They kissed hungrily, Allison’s hand still dexterously working Kevin’s engorged manhood. In one move, he spun her around, and pulled her dress up over her ass. Allison responded by slowly bending down in front of him, pulling her lacy thong down to her ankles. As she stood back up, Kevin slid his cock up and down the crack of her ass before slowly pushing it into the wet folds of Allison’s pussy.

Allison let out a cry of pleasure. “Oh baby! Your cock is so big.”

Kevin merely grunted in response. His firm muscles clenched as he began pumping in and out of Allison. His strong hands explored her firm breasts through her dress.

“Yes, fuck me harder!”

Kevin started pounding her. Their thighs slapped together, and Allison’s eyes started rolling back in her head. Rachel struggled as hard as she could to free herself, desperate to take part in the action. She whimpered in frustration.

Kevin took notice and smiled. “You want some attention, slut?”

“Yes sir,” Rachel said eagerly.

“Ask your wife if you can lick her asshole.”

“Please, Miss Allison, can I please lick your asshole,” Rachel begged.

“You’ll have to be more convincing than that,” Kevin taunted.

“Oh, please let me pleasure your beautiful asshole with my mouth!”

“What do you think, babe?”

Allison smiled. “She has been pretty good so far.”

Allison and Kevin repositioned so that they were facing each other, and Allison backed her ass right in front of Rachel’s drooling mouth. As Kevin’s cock reentered her and he began thrusting, Allison’s tight pink rosebud pressed against Rachel’s open and drooling mouth.

Rachel struggled against the restraints, hungry to taste Allison’s ass. She could feel her rosebud quivering as Kevin’s thrusts grew harder and faster.

“Oh, fuck yes baby, eat my ass while he owns my pussy!” Allison cried. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

After a few more powerful thrusts, her body bucked and she screamed at the top of her lungs. Rachel could feel the spasms coursing through her every muscle. Kevin squeezed her tightly as she began to go limp. As she was coming down off her electric orgasm, Kevin let out a cry of pleasure and pumped his hot load inside Allison’s pussy.

“Mmmm, yes babe, give me all that cum,” Allison cooed dreamily.

They stood, frozen and panting, for a minute, while Rachel, now so horny she thought she might die, kept licking Allison’s asshole.

Finally, Kevin withdrew, and Allison flopped on the bed beside Rachel. Without saying a word, Kevin shoved his deflating but still massive cock in Rachel’s mouth. She sucked it greedily, relishing the thick coating of salty juices that Allison had left on him. A couple more beads of cum came out, which Rachel immediately swallowed. Kevin briefly pushed his member into her throat, making her gag, then withdrew it, leaving her panting and her face covered in spit and cum.

He grabbed her still-bound arms and roughly moved her head between Allison’s legs on the bed. His strong hand forced her mouth to Allison’s pussy.

“Eat my jizz from your wife’s pussy, slut,” he commanded sternly.

Rachel obeyed enthusiastically. She could taste the strong, bitter-but-delicious flavor of Kevin’s spunk as it oozed out of Allison’s swollen, juicy cunt.

Allison moaned. “Yes, sweetie, clean me up. Drink all that manly cum for me. That’s what a pussy tastes like after a real man fucks it.”

This went on for another ten minutes, until Rachel had swallowed every last glob of Kevin’s semen (and brought Allison to another orgasm).

Afterwards, Kevin and Allison snuggled while Rachel, still tied up, watched from the foot of the bed. She knew the night was just getting started, and that she was in for hours of teasing, fucking, and beating.

In this brief respite, though, her mind drifted back on all the changes that had occurred over the past year. How humiliating would she have found it to watch her beloved girlfriend fuck another man? How disgusting would she have found it to suck his cock? And now her skin was burning with desire for it, her small cock throbbing in its tight cage. She was so thankful for all of Allison’s plans; they had saved their relationship and made her happier than she knew she could be.

Allison’s graceful fingers began to lightly stroke Kevin’s penis, and it stirred with interest. He grinned fiendishly at Rachel. It was going to be an unforgettable night.

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Kira was beautiful. At 5’8″, she had the exotic beauty of her mother, a Mohawk Indian. Large, brown eyes were set on high cheekbones. Kira’s lips were pouty and looked swollen as if they had been kissed. Her long black hair had never been cut, as per tradition.

Her body was lithe and toned from years of working out. It fairly screamed “Goddess.” Her hips flared in a way that made men want to grab them. An ass that was round and tight, yet padded enough to grab made most men drool. Bras were almost unnecessary because her breasts, though a devastating 38C, were perky and tight, with rosy nipples that tried to peek from beneath her shirt.

Amazing as she was, she was off limits. Her parents owned the club where she tended bar, “Dark Desires.” It was a high class, high kink BDSM club. Sure the lighting was dark, but the bar was polished mohagony, the floor marble. Only the best came here, the lewd and dirty were weeded out. I never imagined I would find a high class kink club like this.

It was bounced by her three brothers and some of their friends. Kira’s father was the cooler. Her family ran tall on the male side. They also reminded me of brick walls. The standard uniform for the club was black t-shirts with the club logo, a rose and a set of handcuffs on the front. Kira’s brothers looked ready to split the seams. You could see their muscles like chiseled rocks standing out through the fabric. The first time one of them caught me staring at her, I was “warned.”

“Keep your eyes on her face and your hands to yourself. If you ask her out and she declines, don’t ask her again or we’ll break your face. If she does accept, treat her nice or we’ll break your face.”

I barely registered the warning from the brick wall. As soon as I actually looked at his face I realized he Kira’s brother. They had the same eyes and facial structure. While Kira was gorgeous, her brother was intimidating. I nodded my head Kurtköy Esmer Escort and went back to sipping my vodka. I never thought I would get the courage to ask her anything anyway.

That night was the first of many nights at “Dark Desires.” I always sat on the same stool, and she always slid me a vodka the minute I sat down. I would drink and watch her. For the first time my dominant personality was pushed back by uncertainty. I wanted nothing more than to have this goddess let me dominate her. To have her submit to me and my darkest desires became my obsession. My lust for ehr outweighed even the most base need for another female. Nothing compared and I soon gave up even trying to jack off.

Things continued on the same vein for a while. It had been about a year since I first started coming to the bar. I came in to the bar as usual and sat on my stool. My vodka didn’t show and I looked around frantically for my Kira. I didn’t see her anywhere. I was overwhelmed with panic.

One of her brothers saw me looking and came over to me. If Kira was gone, I had nothing to lose. I met his eyes and stood up. He was a good foot taller than me, and I wasn’t a lightweight. My dominant side kicked in.

“Where’s Kira?”

“Follow me.”

He didn’t wait to see if I obeyed, just turned and started walking towards a back room. I followed, curious. He led me to the doorway to the “forbidden room.” The family’s private BDSM room that only a few were allowed. He unlocked the door and then stepped back. I hesitated at the doorway, unable to see. A hand shoved me hard into the room. The door closed behind me and I felt the brick wall behind me.

“Kira wants this. My name is Peter. Walk to your right.”

I did as I was told. Excitement began to overwhelm me. My goddess.

“Will you be here the entire time?”

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“Crystal.”

My breathing was rapid. My cock was straining my jeans, leaving a wet spot of pre-cum. Peter turned on a monitor and from its light I could see a couch in the room. He then opened a door and I walked into a new room.

The room itself took my breath away. It was darkened and looked like the classic dungeon. Chains covered the walls, as well as whips and canes and paddles. There was a leather table in the center of the room with an intricate pulley and chain system above it. On the table, was my goddess. She was naked, chained to the table. Her breasts were pushing out proudly, her wrists chained above her head, a spreader bar between her legs, holding them open. I had the perfect view of her puss, shaved and beautiful, emitting an order that made me want to cum in a second. She had a blindfold on.

I knew she had heard the door so I approached her as quietly as I could. Her breasts rose quickly, and I could hear her breathing. I feasted on her skin, memorizing this moment. Goose pimples covered her skin, even though the room was warm.

I let my fingers trail over starting with her hands. She gasped and I ran my down her wrists, over her neck to her breasts. I avoided her nipples, enjoying the sight of them puckering. My hands splayed across her belly, then ran down her thighs and her legs. Her feet were ticklish.

I left her, needed to calm down and explore the room. A shelf in the corner had nearly everything you could imagine. Vibrators and dildoes of all sizes. Clamps for the nipples, the clit, her lips. There were dozens of chains which I noticed could hook onto all of the clamps.

I Kurtköy Evi Olan Escort selected a set of clamps that looked like o-rings and a small chain. I tested the strength of them on my pinky finger. I quickly pulled my finger tip out watching the blood rush back into it. I smiled and moved towards her again.

I surprised her by quickly sucking her nipple into my mouth. Her gasp was music to my ears. The nipple immediately puckered. I spent what felt like hours just sucking it and nibbling it. My hands moved to cup her breast and squeezed it, making her moan. I finally gave into the urge and bit down, scraping my teeth on the tender bud as I pulled it out of my mouth. Her back arched delightfully.

The clamp quickly went onto her nipple. Her body shook as I tightened it. Her moans were now coming more frequently. I repeated the process on her other nipple, savoring each movement she made. The chain attached to one clamp. I stretched it to reach the other and realized I had to pull her delicious melons together. When the chain was finally attached, her breasts were pushed up and together, creating a tight hole between them.

I quickly stripped, groaning as my cock sprang free of its prison. My cock twitched as I positioned myself at the foot of the table. I climbed up and positioned myself at her opening. It was slick with juices. With one quick thrust I was in to my hilt. I had barely ackowledged the barrier until I heard her cry out. Looking down with quiet shock, I saw blood and realized she had been a virgin.

My cock grew more and I was unable to control myself. I pistoned in and out of her, hard and fast. Her orgasm shocked me. She held me so tightly, so hard. I shot myself into her, unable to stop. I heard a shout and realized it had come from me. Thrusting I pushed harder, wanting more. She met me and then some.

I finally collapsed on her. We were both panting hard. I nuzzled her neck. My cock began to get hard again, feeling her pert nipples stretching and pressing into me. I moved my hips a little and she groaned again. Her whisper barely took a second to register in my mind. When it did, my cock sprang completely to life, hard and willing.

She had whispered.

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It’s dark. I arrive at your house and pull into the driveway. On the front door there is a note that reads “Come inside, put your things down in the living room and go up to the bedroom.”

I put my bags down on the couch, take off my coat and shoes and climb the stairs quietly. My heart is starting to pound with anticipation. I hear the music of Enigma playing upstairs.

On the bedroom door you have put a note and your leather blindfold. The note instructs me to put the blindfold on and enter the room. I slip on the blindfold smelling the leather. A little shiver escapes me.

I slowly enter the room, as I cannot see. “Close the door” I hear you say. Your voice comes to me over your speakers so I don’t know where you are. After closing the door I stand there and wait for further instructions. The waiting seems like eternity. I know you are teasing me by making me stand there, not saying anything. I can smell candles burning. They are scented with a slight musky smell. The hairs on my skin are at attention as are all of my senses.

“Unbutton your blouse” you say. I am not sure if you are in the room, if your voice is recorded or if you are hiding somewhere and speaking over a microphone. I slowly unbutton my blouse, taking my time and opening it up slightly as I go down.

“Open it up all the way for me.” With trembling fingers I slide the fabric over my naked breasts revealing them to you. As I do, I take each of my nipples in my thumbs and index fingers and pinch them slightly. Shivers run down my spine and settle in my moist pussy.

“Caress your tits” you say to me. I still don’t know if you are talking to me while watching me or if you have recorded this, knowing that I would have touched myself when I opened up my blouse. Your voice is firm, yet quiet, and coming out of the speakers. I place my hands on the outer side of my breasts and push them together creating the cleavage that you so love. I begin to massage them with rounded movements taking the nipples between my fingers and tweaking them. I imagine they are your hands on me. My back arches, pushing my chest out farther.

“Do you want me to lick your nipples?” A slow soft “yes” escapes my lips as I continue to fondle my breasts.

“Lick your fingertips and make them slippery wet then slide them over your hard nipples. That’s my tongue on you.”

As I do that, my head falls back and I let out a moan wishing it really were you there. My breathing is becoming shorter and shallower. I inhale deeply through my nostrils and let out a slow groan.

“Put your hands behind your back, holding your wrists and just stand there.” I do as I am told imagining what will happen next. I listen for any sounds of you in the room but the music is playing too loudly for me to hear the possible whisper of your body moving in the room. I wait and wait but nothing is spoken to me. I listen to the music and smell the candles. I can feel that my nipples are very hard and that my body is very warm. The hairs on my neck rise as I sense a presence near me. A warmth spreads across my right ear. It Kurtköy Grup Escort feels like your breath. Naked skin touches my right shoulder ever so slightly causing me to gasp. I don’t move.

A light touch of tongue slithers over my earlobe. My moaning becomes louder now. I wait and wait but nothing happens. I think I hear a movement over the carpet.

“Turn and face the door” you say over the stereo. With a little difficulty I turn to what I think is the door. With the blindfold on I cannot be sure.

“Slide your pants down your legs bending over while you do. When you get to your ankles, hold them with your hands and stay that way. Leave your panties on.”

As slowly as possible I slip my hands into the sides of my favorite black spandex pants making sure not to catch my panties. I slide them down my legs, bending over as told to do. My hands feel good going over my freshly shaven legs. When my head gets farther down, I can smell the sweet smell of sex emanating from my now wet pussy. I reach my ankles and grab them with my hands, bent over for you to see.

“Spread your legs farther apart for me” I hear you say. I slide my right foot across the carpet opening up my legs just like you wanted me to do. I don’t know how long I can hold this position.

Once again I sense your presence. I wait and wait for something to happen. I feel the slightest touch of your fingertips grazing the skin on the back of my legs as they slither up from my calf to my ass, stopping just at the edge of my panties. I inhale deeply. I shiver and quake, waiting.

I hear you speak to me directly, not through the speakers. “Open your mouth and get my fingers wet” you command. From behind you reach through my legs and place them into my open mouth. I greedily take your fingers in, slathering my saliva all over them. You run them all over my face getting it all wet, put them back into my mouth for more moisture and then remove them.

You run your slippery fingertips over my dangling breasts and pinch my nipples hard. I gasp from the surprise of it and start to pant. You remove your hands again leaving me waiting. I’m having a difficult time maintaining my balance in this position so I place my hands on the floor. All of a sudden I feel your hand slap my ass hard.

“I didn’t say you could do that” you say gruffly into my ear.

“But I am having trouble staying up” I say with a whimper. One more spanking on my exposed butt and you say

“Stand up.” I slowly straighten up and stand there waiting for my next instructions.

“Put your arms up in the air, wrists together”

I feel something being wrapped around my crossed wrists. It’s soft but not silky, somewhat firm but not hard. It feels like a strip of soft leather. You tie my arms together weaving the strip around and through my wrists.

I feel your lips touch mine as you give me a gentle kiss. I open my mouth for more but you move away. Your lips touch my aching nipples and kiss them one at a time. I thrust my chest out to meet them but you pull away. Your fingertips Kurtköy Manken Escort lightly touch my hip and slide across the top edge of my underwear all around the back and front. I open my legs farther involuntarily. You slide down my hip and trace the outline across my ass to my waiting pussy. Your finger slides slightly across my outer lips as it tries to maintain the rim of the fabric.

I am moaning with desire. Fingertip comes back to the hip and traces the front slipping under the nylon as it goes down the front of my thigh. You twirl the pubic hairs, take your finger out and slide it along the crotch of my panties. You feel the wetness of my desire and let out your own pleasurable moan. You continue to trace the outline on the other side of my panties, teasing me the same way.

You place your hands on my hips and guide me to the edge of the bed. The pressure of you forces me to sit down. My arms are getting tired from being raised all this time. You tweak my nipples, place the palm of your hand on my chest and shove me down onto the bed. My arms are resting near my head but you take them and pull them towards the corner of the bed. You have rigged up some way to tie them up there. They are now held in place. The position forces my heaving chest outward.

“Spread your legs wide open for me to see” you command. I am getting wild with excitement. Again you make me wait and wait for you to do something. You climb onto the bed next to me. I can’t see you but I can sense that you are naked and hard. I long to touch you, kiss you, caress you. I put my legs together so that I can turn my body towards you. You reach down and yank them open saying

“I told you to open them up for me to see.” I beg for you to let me touch you. “Don’t speak unless I ask you a question. You will touch me when I want you to touch me”

You kneel on my side and begin to kiss me on my face stopping to lick me once in a while. You move from my face to my ears where you lick and suck causing me to groan and squirm. Kisses continue across my neck to my other ear. Your breathing arouses me further. You begin to touch me on my outstretched arms with feathery strokes. I twist and turn a little bit, uncontrollably. Your hands and lips move all over me making their way down my body. I savor every touch.

You pay close attention to my breasts, massaging, licking, sucking, and biting them in the way that only you can do. I try to keep still and just enjoy it all but I am writhing with the built up pressure I am feeling inside of me. You nibble your way down to my stomach then caress it the way I enjoy so well.

You move around and arrange my body so that my ass rests on the edge of the bed. I am weak with desire now. You kneel on the floor by my legs and place a pillow under my hips, raising me higher up, closer to your mouth. Your hands spread my legs once again. I can feel your hot breath outside my wet panties tormenting my hungry cunt as you inhale my scent. Your hands grasp my ankles. You reach down and give my feet a gentle massage then work their Kurtköy Masöz Escort way up my legs. You knead the flesh of my calves making me melt.

Your fingertips tickle the backs of my knees. As you work on my thighs, your pressure gets harder and I feel your nails dig into my skin. I can feel your excitement also. I am drunk with expectation now. Your hands slither up my thighs towards my pussy. With your hands outstretched across the tops of my legs, your thumbs reach out and make little circles over my clit through the nylon fabric. My hips start to rotate with your fingers. You remove your hands from me and just sit there. I don’t know what you are doing as I wait to feel something. Time stands still. I can do nothing except listen to the music and let the sensations linger.

I feel your index fingers slide inside the edge of my panties, which makes me gasp. I long for your tongue on my clit. Your fingers wander everywhere under the crotch of my undies and then are removed. I can feel your head next to my inner thighs and then your mouth on my mound. You kiss it, wet it with your saliva and then lick the length of my pussy. I am on fire.

Your mouth is removed and you place your hands on my knees, pushing them together. I squeeze my thighs tighter. Suddenly you yank my panties down my legs with both hands and whisk them off of me. With abrupt force you shove my legs open and place your face close to me. For what seems an eternal time you just look at my pussy and smell it. I want to scream at you to eat me but you have told me not to speak. I feel helpless and full of desire.

I want to shove your face into me. I raise my hips up to your lips. All of a sudden you slap me on my cunt lips making them sting.

“I’ll eat you when I’m ready to eat you.” I am delirious now. My head moves back and forth and I pant rapidly. With as much strength as I can muster I force myself to calm down. I take deep breaths and relax my body. When my breathing becomes slower and I lie still, you slowly start to lick the outer lips of my snatch. Your tongue feels so slick and soft on me. I feel every little stroke, up and down and around the lips. I can tell it won’t be long. You have teased me so much that I am near the edge.

The moment your oral snake touches my clit I feel my orgasm build. You concentrate on the bud, licking and licking with long licks pausing only to use your fingers to spread my labia open. I’m almost there. You open your mouth and take my clit into it, sucking gently at first and then increasing the pressure. I begin to soar. The rush of my orgasm spreads from my cunt and travels downward and upward through my body. My head feels like it’s going to burst!

“Oh god!!! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!!!” I scream to you.

You don’t stop. You suck and lick with renewed vigor as my hips buck against your face. A deep, low, growling moan escapes from me as I experience the final release.

As you sense my descent, you slow down until I say “no more!” You kiss my pussy gently then slide your body up mine. You lay next to me as I pant and come down. You reach up and untie my bindings, remove the blindfold and reach your arms around me to hold me. I struggle to speak.

All I can say is “thank you, thank you.” We hold each other for a long time as I regain my strength and think of how I can please you like you did to me……..

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Sarah Shows Off Her New Panties

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I first published this story a few years ago. Since then, my writing skills have improved a little. While, I cannot change what actually happened to me, I have added some more details and corrected some grammatical mistakes.

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I was posting a picture of me wearing black ruffled panties on a “Men in Panties” website when I remembered something naughty that happened to me a while ago. There is a fetish/lingerie shop that I love to visit. I have often gone there at lunch times to buy panties and bras. I usually don’t really “need” the lingerie, I just love going through them on the rack and then buying them. The shop specializes in really sissy girly stuff. For example, I got my black ruffled French Maid panties there. I love to wear them under my black French Maid dress, it’s so short my panties show when I bend over at all.

The last time I went to the shop, I stopped at dive bar first. The bar is just next door to the shop and I wanted to build up the suspense. I love to sit there and enjoy a beer while thinking about what I am about to do. I love to slow things down and build up the anticipation. My cock always starts to stiffen while I sit there thinking about shopping for lingerie. I always find a way to let the sales assistant know that I am buying for me. I love it when she smiles at me and helps me find what I want. Seeing her holding out a pair of sissy girls’ panties always makes me hard.

At the time I got to the bar, it was almost empty as usual. The barman was down at the far end talking to the locals. There was only one guy sitting at my end and we started chatting. After a couple of drinks, I said that I was about to go next door to buy some new panties. Somehow, I admitted that they were for me. I love feeling humiliated and the chance to talk about buying girls’ panties was too naughty to pass-up.

He did not back off and actually slid Kurtköy Olgun Escort closer. He whispered that he was excited and I could give his cock a feel if I liked. Taking care to continue looking straight ahead at the TV, I slid my hand into his lap. I felt his cock and gave it a squeeze. I love feeling a man’s cock. It makes me feel so slutty. I sat there finishing my beer and fondling his cock. He became nice and hard. Feeling his cock made my cock twitch, just knowing that I was fondling him and had made me excited too.

I finished my beer and went next door. My heart always starts to pound as I walk into the shop. I nodded to the assistant and she asked if I needed any help. I knew where everything was but I love to be helped and so I stammer out “Yes please, I need a pair of panties.” She asks, “What color do YOU like”. She had guessed that they were for me to wear. I was so embarrassed when she smiled at me and showed me to a rack of sissy panties.

She asked me what I was looking for. I said bikini style, in a bright color with bows if possible and in a medium size. She looked straight at me and asked if they were for me. I blushed and just nodded. She pickled out a pair of frilly yellow panties with little bows on the sides. I was so embarrassed knowing that she knew they were for me. I blushed and my hands were shaking when she handed them to me. I just couldn’t help feeling the bows and the lace. The material was so soft and slippery in my fingers.

The previous time I was in the store, I had found the nerve to ask if I could use their changing room after I had paid for a pair of satin panties. She said, “Sure, it’s in the back there”. That time, I was shaking as I went in. The cubicles did not have solid doors, just curtains. I made sure I left it a good inch open just in case anyone came by. I love being caught wearing girls’ panties.

I Kurtköy Sarışın Escort was so excited as I took off my jeans and panties. My existing panties were girls’ but not as sissy girly as the new satin ones. I put my new panties on and put my jeans back on. I was thrilled as I walked out knowing I was wearing girls’ panties.

At the cash desk, I thanked her. I blushed knowing that she knew what I was now wearing. I asked if they had many men as “Customers’.

She answered, “Sure, we are a fetish store after all”.

That was my previous shopping trip. On this shopping trip, I took the panties up to the counter and paid for them. My hands were trembling as she handed them back to me. I caught her eye and blushed again. Then, I looked around and asked if I could use their changing room. She apologized but said that there had been some trouble back there and men were no-longer allowed.

Very disappointed, I went back to the bar and ordered another drink. My new friend asked me how it went and I told him all about it. He said that he lived just round the corner and I could change there if I liked. He looked clean and honest and so I said, “Yes sure, thanks”.

At his place, I went into his bathroom to change. The panties I had been wearing were girly and certainly not at all boring but the new yellow lacy pair was far more sissy. I put my jeans back on and went back out and sat beside him. I told him how well they fitted and slid my hand back into his lap to give his cock a friendly squeeze to say “Thank you.”

He asked if he could see me wearing them. I stood up and dropped my jeans. My cock was barely covered by the skimpy lace. I told him to feel how sexy the lacy felt on my butt and across the front. I sat back down and he ran his fingers across them and stroked the outline of my cock. I said I had to get back to Kurtköy Şişman Escort work but he offered to take care of me first. He pointed out that I would never be able to work with a hard on.

From the side, he slid his fingers inside my new panties and touched my cock. It made me jump and then he took it out. I had been so stimulated by everything that had happened, I was already really hard. It was sticking up as he held it. He smiled and started to masturbate me. He ran his fingers through my public hair. It felt so good. One of his hands around my erection and the other playing with my public hair. I always love having my public hair played with.

He leaned over me and gave the head a kiss. The feel of his lips and mouth slowly taking in my cock was wonderful. He gripped the base with one hand and ran his fingers through my pubic hair with his other hand. I could feel his tongue rubbing across my shaft. He masturbated me his hand keeling step with his lips.

He only had to stimulate me for a short time before I came. I filled his mouth with my cum. Some of it splashed out onto my panties but it did not show on the thin lace. I watched him licking his lips and swallowing my cum. Then he leaned forward and kissed me. I could taste my cum in his mouth as our tongues met.

I offered to take care of him but he said that he had a friend coming over later and wanted to save himself. I asked if I could see his cock at least. He agreed and so I knelt in front of him and undid his belt and jeans. I always make sure to trace the cock while I slowly lower the zipper. He was wearing skimpy blue bikini briefs. He smiled and said that his friend liked him to wear sissy panties too.

He then asked what my name was. Well, since I was wearing girls’ panties, kneeling in front of him and holding his cock, I gave him my girl name, “Sarah”. I couldn’t resist having a little taste of his cock. So I leaned forward and gave it a little suck. He didn’t cum but I bet he did when his friend arrived.

I drove back to work wearing my new panties and thinking about his cock. I plan to visit that bar more often. I’d love to meet him again and suck him off that time.

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Sammi’s Gloved Threesome

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This story follows on from Sammi’s Gloved Surprise and is response to some kind readers who wanted to know what happened next.

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George sat in the dimly lit bar talking to Sammi, trying to make out as much of her strong, gorgeous features as he could and watching her bring her glass to her exquisitely painted lips to take a sip of her drink. Although outwardly they were just work colleagues getting a well-earned drink after a long day in the office, George constantly played the events of a few days ago through in his mind and marvelled at how the thought of doing the same again kept his manhood permanently standing to attention.

Sammi had unexpectedly fulfilled a lifetime fantasy for George and indulged his fetish for women wearing rubber gloves. Of course she’d also introduced him to the delights of making love to a transsexual woman, something he’d never even contemplated before, and now that was all he could think of. As they chatted away George wondered if he would get another chance to taste this enchanting woman’s delights and once again felt himself falling under her spell as she used exuded sexual energy from every pore and flirted with him masterfully.

Just as he thought he could stand it no longer and considered dropping any pretence at subtlety, a young girl walked past their table and doing a double-take as she did so. She took a step backwards and turned to face them both, her face erupting in a broad smile as she did so.

“Hi George, fancy seeing you here!” He realised that it wasn’t a young girl standing there but the incredibly petite Tori, a girl in her early twenties from accounts downstairs in his office. Tori then recognised his drinking buddy and greeted her with equal enthusiasm. “Sammi, how are you? I haven’t seen you in ages…”

Pleasantries were exchanged and before George knew it Tori was seated at their table and chatting animatedly with Sammi. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he detected a hint of sexual tension between the two women as they spoke. It was different to when Sammi was flirting with him, she seemed to exude an air of superiority without being condescending and Tori appeared to lap it up. Having said that he had noticed that Sammi seemed to draw attention from just about everyone in the pub, even in the dim light she had a magnetic aura that no one could ignore so George wasn’t sure what was real and what was the result of his over active imagination.

Drinks flowed and the hours passed in easy conversation and George couldn’t help himself from casting his eye over Tori: she was incredibly petite, barely four feet ten inches and with a waist so tiny he was convinced she couldn’t be more than the mythical size zero. She had long brown hair that she wore straight and it stopped just above the waist band of her stone-washed jeans. She wore a simple white t-shirt that somehow made the most of her small but very pert breasts and on her feet were a simple pair of Vann’s. Nothing fancy, very understated, yet somehow incredibly attractive, she had an easy, broad grin that lit up her face and changed her from slightly plain to absolutely mesmerising.

Clearly Tori and Sammi knew each other and as the evening drew to a close he got lost in his own thoughts, berating himself for missing out on an opportunity. Suddenly he realised Sammi had turned to him to speak:

“So George, can I assume you’re happy to come back to my place for a night cap?” her almost rhetorical question was met with an enthusiastic nod from George, “Tori is going to join us but wants to pop home first to freshen up and change out of her work clothes” she informed him.

George was flooded with mixed emotions: on the one hand he was thrilled to be spending more time with Sammi and even more excited to be invited to her home, but on the other hand he couldn’t see how the addition of a third person into the mix could do anything other than thwart his ambitions for a night of fetish tranny passion. Nonetheless, he wasn’t going to say no and so they made their way out to the car while Tori went off on her own. Sammi lived across town from their office and the pub and the journey took just over twenty minutes to complete. For the whole of the journey George stole furtive glances at his beautiful companion and tried to visualise the surprise hidden beneath her modest yet fashionable female clothing.

Sammi had an amazing figure borne out of countless hours in the gym and running several miles a day. She possessed long and beautifully shaped legs that ended in a pert, firm bum that was round enough to be unmistakably feminine yet slim enough to make whatever she wore look fabulous. George knew that all the men in his office fancied Sammi and he was fairly sure Sammi knew the effect she had when she sauntered through their floor. She had an ability to make whatever she wore look cutting edge, fashionable and incredibly attractive, as one observer commented: all the women want to be her and all of the men want to be Kurtköy Fetiş Escort with her! George couldn’t help but wonder at what their reaction would be if they knew the surprise that lurked between her legs…

Once in her apartment Sammi made them both a drink and said she was going to change into something more appropriate, she also asked George to let Tori in when she arrived. George had not long settled into the sofa with his drink when the intercom buzzer sounded, he answered it and duly let Tori in. As he opened the door from the communal hallway into Sammi’s apartment it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the different lighting levels and by the time he had done so Tori was already in the apartment and standing in the middle of the lounge.

George could barely believe his eyes, instead of the petite and innocent looking young woman he was expecting he saw a highly provocative and very attractive woman in one of the sexiest outfits he’d ever seen. Tori had always been attractive but she’d always dressed down, somehow underplaying her sexiness as if embarrassed or unsure what to do with it. She preferred Jeans and flat shoes, and tended towards non-descript tops that could often be described as unisex. Of course it didn’t stop her being attractive; she had a gorgeously petite figure, naturally did not have an ounce of fat on her and possessed a smile that could stop traffic. Yet somehow she was always just on the slightly plain side of attractive, like an unpolished gem waiting to be discovered.

The woman that stood before him definitely did not fit that description! Tori stood in front of the fire place looking at framed photographs stood Tori wearing a white latex blouse with the collar stood up and a black leather studded chocker around her neck, the short sleeves were tight fitting and ended not quite halfway down her slim yet toned biceps, her arms continued to her small delicate hands which were encased in very glossy short black latex gloves. Below the blouse she wore a short pleated black latex skater skirt that flared out from her tiny waist and showed off her legs and pert derrière to perfection. She stood a little taller than usual in a pair of black patent knee high boots with the highest chromed metal heels George had ever seen. Her hair was in a single broad pony tail and George was absolutely mesmerised.

He stood there for what seemed like an eternity, gawping at this embodiment of female sexuality as if he was scared that one false move or noise from him might break the spell and cause her to disappear. Tori for her part seemed completely unaware of his attention and moved casually around the room as if waiting for a doctor’s appointment. George was fascinated by how the latex of the skirt rippled and returned to shape as she moved and how the light from various candles played across the glossy black surface. As George listened to her heels clicking loudly on the wooden flooring he realised that something in has pants had started to stir and he began looking for a way to hide the growing bulge in the front of his pants.

Just as panic started to creep in he heard another pair of heels walking down the hallway and he turned to see Sammi make her entrance. For the 2nd time that night George was stunned by what he saw and stood rooted to the spot, unable to process the unexpected turn of events. Sammi was wearing a tight bustier which pushed her breasts upwards and outwards, her skin all across her chest, shoulders and arms was covered by an intricate mosaic of tattoos that disappeared into a pair of black shoulder length opera gloves made of the softest black leather. Her behind was perfectly highlighted by an incredibly tight, short black leather miniskirt and on her legs she wore a pair of tall black thigh-high boots with five inch stiletto heels.

George was stunned; his mind was reeling as it tried to keep up with the rapidly developing situation. What the hell was going on was all he could think to himself and he realised that once again Sammi had turned his world upside down; he was so far out of his comfort zone that he just stood rooted to the spot, mouth open and eyes out on stalks. He didn’t know what was happening or what he should do next, he just knew that he was looking at the two sexiest women he had ever seen and that they worked in his office! How did that happen? How had he not noticed them before?

Sammi gave off an air of confidence and absolute authority while Tori seemed to be both submissive and slightly rebellious at the same time, she came across as a feisty fem-fatale that was just daring everyone to try and take her on. As Sammi walked across the room, her high heeled booted clacking loudly on the floor the air fairly crackled with sexual tension. She walked straight past George and confronted the previously quiet and meek Tori who seemed to have burning resentment in her eyes. Sammi was considerably taller than the diminutive younger woman and as she looked down Kurtköy Gecelik Escort at her, Sammi grasped either side of Tori’s face with her leather gloved hands.

The much smaller girl looked up into the eyes of the leather-clad transsexual goddess and didn’t so much as flinch or bat an eye as Sammi reached down and kissed her fully on the lips. For a moment Tori seemed to melt and George thought she was going to collapse but quickly the kiss became more passionate and Tory became emboldened. Reach reached up on tip-toes the better to greet the other woman and forced her tongue into Sammi’s mouth, eager to express her desire and passion. Female tongue encircled and danced with transsexual tongue as each woman grew ever hotter and more aroused. Tori’s left hand reached round the much taller woman and grasped her lovers leather covered buttock.

George could hear the skin-tight, slightly clingy latex gloves on Tori’s hands running over the tight, smooth and very soft black leather skirt that was stretched over Sammi’s arse, without realising it he started massaging his swollen member through his trousers and could feel the uncomfortable tightness in his crotch as his engorged manhood strained against the confines of his underwear. Eventually the two women broke off their kiss, each visibly flustered and turned on by their exchange. Sammi looked at George for the first time and silently beckoned him over.

Hid did as he was commanded and found himself standing before the two women he had just seen kissing so passionately. He looked from face to face, desperately trying to gauge the situation and work out what was to happen next. Was he going to be allowed to join in their little tryst or was he to be expelled as an unnecessary spectator? He realised that he would be happy to just watch whatever they had planned but secretly hoped for more; since his first experience of tranny love with the gorgeous Sammi he had been able to think of little else. He had never previously considered such things and always thought of himself as being totally straight.

George did have his fetishes though, he loved anything to do with fetish clothing; leather, latex, boots, gloves, hoods, you name it and he would get a secret thrill from it. Until last week he had never acted upon it, he never thought he would even get the chance in his humdrum little world. But Sammi had changed all that and now he stood before her hoping she would once again allow him into her dark, illicit and oh so exciting world and that she might once more get him to do things that just a few weeks ago would have been unthinkable.

Time seemed to stop, what in reality was just a few seconds seemed like an eternity to George as the two women appeared to ponder his fate. And then without so much as a word or signal between them, Tori reached out her petite, delicate; latex covered hand and firmly pushed down on his left shoulder. George took the hint and sank to his knees right in front of the two beautiful women. He found himself with his face just inches from the leather skirt of Sammi with the glossy black latex of Tori’s skirt within arm’s length to his right. He looked at the crotch of the statuesque enchantress and clearly saw a shape bulging under the smooth black leather of her skirt.

Tori’s right hand reached down to the hem of Sammi’s skirt, lifted it slightly and allowed the statuesque woman’s already erect shaft to spring free. George barely had time to admire it when he felt the firm pressure of Tori’s left hand on the back of his head, pushing him towards a dick that was considerably bigger than his own. Somehow his surprise was no less than the first time he had seen it but as his head drew closer his subconscious took over and he parted his lips to allow it to slide easily into his mouth.

Once again the strangest feeling came over George; part of him automatically took over and went about the business of providing this fabulous woman with the very best blow job he could, he bobbed his head and slurped noisily at the cock in his mouth. He sucked and blew, took it as far down his throat as his gag reflex would allow and ran his tongue over the head as it partially withdrew from his mouth. But another part of his mind viewed and considered it as if detached from the whole thing; this part of his mind marvelled at how the huge shaft thrusting in and out of his moth could be both rock solid and beautifully soft at the same time. He noticed every tiny detail of how there was no distinct odour, just a sensation of smooth cleanliness.

He seemed to instinctively notice how different things drew different responses from his mistress, he loved feeling her tense slightly as his tongue played round the rim of her bell-end and gently probed the opening at its tip. He thrilled at the slight gasp and the quiet groan that followed it when he took her cock as deep as he could, every bit of feedback from her goaded him to try harder, to take her deeper and please Kurtköy Genç Escort her more. He looked up at her from his position knelt at her feet and saw she was once again kissing the young Tori, lost in the passionate attentions of not one but two lovers.

George was lost in his task; he had stopped questioning how something that would have been so alien and repulsive to him before could turn him on so much now. He gave up trying to analyse it and just gave in, working hard to train his own gag reflex to die down and allow Sammi to push ever deeper into his throat. He tried everything he had ever seen on the adult films that had for so long served as his sex life and made a mental note on what seemed to work and what didn’t. His efforts were rewarded by the feeling of Sammi’s already impressive penis growing harder and bigger until suddenly it was taken from him, leaving him feeling empty and slightly frustrated.

The sensation didn’t last long as he once again felt himself being pushed by Tori, this time backwards so that he fell on his back staring up at the two fetish goddesses. Tori dropped to her knees with her back to Sammi and her head hanging over George’s crotch. She reached down and quickly removed his clothing until he was lying prostrate in front of her with his incredibly stiff member pointing directly at her face. He became aware of Sammi moving behind the younger woman, kneeling between the latex beauty’s legs and, as George watched on, pushed her giant clit into the petite girls pussy.

George had a front row seat to watch the different sensations played out on Tori’s face; She started looking down at him with a smouldering, almost brooding expression as if daring him to so much as say a word. This transformed to a slightly quizzical look as she felt her transsexual lover nudge the head of her cock against her moist pussy lips. George could see Tori fidgeting and searching for the right spot to allow the more mature woman’s phallus to penetrate her depths. George guessed Sammi had hit her mark when Tori’s expression suddenly changed to that of shock and surprise; her eyes flew open, they were so wide that hey seemed to take up most of her face and her gorgeous red lips pouted to form a surprised ‘Oh’ as Sammi thrust her member fully to the hilt.

As the two fetish lovers began to find their rhythm George was entranced by the sight before him; the tall, strong and lithe Sammi pounded her young lover relentlessly accompanied by the slapping sound of her thighs and the leather of her skirt against the arse cheeks of the younger woman. George loved the sound of Tori’s latex skirt rustling as she was pushed forward by the force of the huge cock being shoved into her hot pussy. Tori’s look of shock was quickly replaced by an expression that seemed to change between hedonistic lust and absolute bliss, guttural groans of passion sprung from her lips as she became ever more aroused by the gorgeous transsexual hammering away behind her.

For the second time in as many weeks George was lost in awe and lust for the statuesque amazon as he watch her plough Tori’s soft warm inner place, he couldn’t believe his luck and had just started to stroke his manhood in appreciation when Tori, knelt on all fours above him, bent down on her elbows and took his manhood in her mouth. He couldn’t believe his luck and the sensations from her efforts quickly began to overload his brain. He watched the leather clad beauty that had introduced him to the delights of transsexual love thrust away while the most amazing, pert and petite latex clad beauty worked her magic on his cock.

All three became lost in their passion but before long George felt a familiar feeling growing deep in his groin; he could feel his balls start to swell and as blood rushed to them he felt the slight giddiness that he knew meant he was about to climax.

“Oh god, I think I’m about to come!” he groaned and his subconscious realised these were the first words any of them had uttered since the latex clad Tori had walked into the room.

“Hold it!” Sammi quietly commanded, almost under her breath. “Wait until I tell you to come.” She told him in a tone that clearly entertained no debate or discussion.

Sammi pulled her long shaft from her young lovers sopping pussy and moved around so that she was kneeling right by George’s head. He could clearly see the young fetish beauty’s pussy juices glistening on the engorged tranny cock in front of him and drew a deep breath to savour the heady aroma of the petite goddesses’ sex. George had no doubt about what was going to happened next and felt his mouth watering at the prospect. Sammi bent slightly forward and he once again took the huge shaft in his mouth with an eagerness he scarcely believed possible.

Tori continued her expert attentions on his manhood and he once again felt the sensations of a powerful climax start to swell within him. He couldn’t believe what she was able to do with her mouth and he felt powerless to resist, she seemed to know just how to bring him to the edge without letting him fall off. He crested time and time again as he worked his transsexual lovers cock ever deeper into his own throat, only to be brought back from the release he so dearly longed for by his petite tormentor.

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He looked forward to the end of the day when he got to be home with his girlfriend, over the past few years they had established the most amazing Daddy/little relationship that he thrived in and from what she said so did she. She had promised that this was a special “all Daddy” weekend which he was looking forward to very much.

Cal walked into the apartment and his hopes fell just a bit when he realized they had company. He had been hoping to find Jane and as soon as possible help her into little mode so they could play for the rest of the weekend, ignoring everyone and everything else. He fought the irritation as he walked towards the kitchen after setting his laptop case and coat down on the couch.

He walked in and saw Jane smiling at her friend Stacie while they were obviously making something to eat but for the life of him he couldn’t tell what. It took a moment to register that they were both completely naked except for aprons. When the realization struck him he felt his cock get instantly hard in his pants.

Cal stood there, watching the two women who he thought were amazingly hot and sexy. He loved his girlfriend with her athletic body, perfect D cups and blonde hair down past her shoulders. Her friend Stacie was shorter, brunette and had a round ass that could make him sit up and beg if she wanted to.

The two women suddenly took notice that he was standing there watching them with a raging hard on, and they both smiled at one another, some secret between them he was not quite aware of yet. He watched in excitement and slight unease as they both seemed to walked toward him, almost stalking him.

“Welcome home Daddy, Stacie wanted to come over to play this weekend, and we made a very special surprise for you.” Jane said in a husky low tone he knew was an indication she was already turned on. He tried his best not to stare at Stacie, her bare ass peeking out behind the tied apron, her DD tits pushing against the apron, begging to be let free.

“Well baby girl, I’m happy you invited your friend over to play, however Daddy is not quite sure what to do here, or what the new rules are. You need to tell me so Daddy can work on making you girls very happy.” He said, barely managing not to gulp in his excitement and anticipation.

“Well Daddy, Stacie likes everything that I do, and her boyfriend refuses to be her Daddy, and she is very, very sad, and needs a part time Daddy. I told her how amazing you are and thought that you’d like it if you sometimes had two baby girls to play with together….” Jane said as she started sliding her hands into his work shirt and unbuttoning it.

“Yes, Daddy would like very much to have a second baby girl to play with sometimes. Now, what are the rules for Daddy?” He watched in fascination as Stacie knelt down while Jane was unbuttoning his shirt, and Stacie loosened his belt, and made short work of pulling his pants and boxers off his erection.

“Daddy, you need to make us both happy. That’s the rule, you can do whatever you want to your new baby girl when she is here as a baby girl. When she is here just to visit, she is not your baby girl, only my friend.” Jane explained as he closed his eyes, he felt Stacie start stroking his cock with her hands, those soft little hands felt heavenly on him.

“Well then, it looks like Daddy has a long weekend ahead of making his girls happy doesn’t he?” He allowed them both to completely disrobe him and leave the clothes on the floor as he followed their bare asses to the bedroom. They both squealed when he popped their bare asses with his hand and they jumped on the bed, a huge grin spreading across his face.

“Now Kurtköy Öğrenci Escort girls, if Daddy is going to make you both happy, he needs some help first, so he doesn’t give out too fast. Stacie, come here baby and show Daddy how much you like his big, hard cock.” Cal motioned for Stacie to come over to him. She smiled and crawled across the bed, eyeing his large cock. She had not experienced one quite so large and now she knew full well why Jane bragged about his cock every chance she got.

“Yes Daddy.” She said as she knelt in front of him and started stroking him then slowly, licking him from base to tip and then swallowing the head of his cock while he watched her lips, moving up and down on him. He let out a little groan as he felt her wet, hot mouth sucking on him, showing him just how much she liked it.

“Now Stacie, that’s a good girl, you’re very good at showing Daddy how much you love his cock. Keep going, that’s a good girl.” He groaned out as she sucked him further into her mouth, just on the verge of deep throating him. She heard him groan and started sucking harder, moving faster up and down until he took a step back and looked down at her with hot eyes.

“That’s a very good girl. Now, Daddy wants to see how good you feel. Get on the bed and get on your knees. Daddy wants to see that beautiful ass of yours.” Stacie smiled and climbed hastily up on the bed and put her face down and her ass up for him. Cal came up behind her, and slowly, slid a finger across her pussy, feeling how wet she already was. He was going to enjoy this very much.

Cal slid a finger inside Stacie’s wet pussy as he looked up to the head of the bed and watch Jane as she watched everything he did to her best friend. He smiled at her and he was going to make sure both women were out of their minds before the end of the night.

“Baby girl, take off your apron, and lay back against the wall, Daddy wants to see how wet your pussy is.” She gasped and hurried to do as he asked, tossing the apron aside and making her D cups bounce as she got situated against the wall at the head of the bed.

“Good girl, now, spread your legs for Daddy, I want to see you.” She smiled as she spread her thighs open, revealing how wet she was. All he wanted to do was bury his face in that amazing pussy, he loved the taste of her and would get to her later. Right now he had a mission.

“Stacie, turn over and lay on your back, scoot up a little. Baby girl, come here for Daddy, kneel.” He said as he pointed to the spot Stacie just left. He watched the girls both scramble to do his bidding and smiled, he loved how eager and responsive they were to him, it further fueled his desire.

Jane put her face down and lifted her ass up, kneeling just the way Stacie had before his throbbing cock. He pointed at Stacie and when she looked at him smiling, he pointed to the space just in front of Jane’s head.

“Be a good girl and lay down on your back in front of baby girl. Daddy is going to watch while baby girl licks you and teases you with her tongue and fingers.” Cal said huskily. After a slight hesitation Stacie moved over and laid herself in front of Jane, and at a nod from Cal, Jane moved forward, licking Stacie’s thighs, teasing her into being calm and accepting what was happening.

“That’s right baby girl, help Stacie relax and get a little wetter for Daddy’s cock.” He said as he moved to the side so he could watch his girlfriend licking Stacie’s pussy, teasing her, he moved closer to the bed and put his cock next to Stacie’s mouth as she lay there enjoying Jane’s tongue sliding in and out of her.

“Be a good girl Kurtköy Çıtır Escort and suck on Daddy’s cock while baby girl licks you.” He said, sliding the head of his cock on her lips. Stacie opened her mouth and he slid his throbbing cock into it, gently thrusting into her mouth, knowing she could take him from the way she had tried to deep throat him a few minutes ago.

He watched as Stacie started squirming and Jane locked her arms around Stacie’s thighs, holding her down so she couldn’t escape while she kept pushing Stacie closer to orgasm. Cal slid his cock in and out of Stacie’s mouth faster, wanting to watch her cum.

“That’s right baby girl, keep pushing her, we want Stacie to scream for us now don’t we?” He asked, watching as Stacie’s body started wiggling all over, he felt Stacie sucking on him in her pleasure and he groaned. Cal pulled out of Stacie’s mouth and walked behind baby girl still wiggling her ass in the air for him.

“I love your ass when it wiggles for me baby girl.” Cal said as he slid up behind her, grabbed her hips and slid his throbbing cock into her wet, hot pussy. He watched as his girlfriend continued to lick and eat Stacie while he slid his cock in and out of her amazing pussy. Cal felt himself getting closer to cumming and panted a little trying to hold back.

“You want Daddy to cum baby girl?” He asked slightly breathless from fucking her.

“Yes Daddy!” She said excitedly pulling her face away from Stacie’s pussy to speak to him and look back at him thrusting in and out of her. He smiled at her.

“Beg Daddy.” He demanded, and he felt Jane push back against him as he kept thrusting.

“Please Daddy, I need you to cum inside me.” She whimpered so prettily. He growled and thrust into her harder, faster until he exploded, emptying himself inside of her hot pussy. He filled her, enjoying the release, and knowing the night was far from over. After he stopped cumming, he gently slid out of Jane, and walked over to Stacie where she was still laying on her back.

“Now, be a good girl and clean Daddy up, make him nice and hard again so we can keep playing.” He said as he placed his semi-hard, dripping cock near her mouth. Stacie opened her mouth and took him inside as far as she could, licking him, sucking on him, cleaning all of his cum and Jane’s wetness off of him in delight.

Cal felt himself grow hard again and knew this time he would last much longer. He smiled down at his girls.

“Alright, now baby girl, lay down so our new baby girl can do a good job and lick you clean. Daddy made a mess and Stacie is going to clean you up.” Jane lay on her back and Cal watched as Stacie rolled over, eagerly sliding her face to Jane’s dripping pussy. He saw his cum starting to slide out of Jane, and stroked himself as he watched Stacie stick her tongue out and lick it up.

“That’s a very good girl Stacie, keep licking, Daddy wants to watch you make everything clean again.” He said, and slid his finger inside her pussy as her ass was wiggling in the air.

“Mmmm…yes Daddy!” she purred and slid her tongue inside of Jane, making her friend gasp in pleasure. Cal kept sliding his fingers in and out of her dripping wet pussy, watching as Stacie licked his cum off of Jane. He stepped behind Stacie and slid the head of his cock up and down her wet pussy lips, teasing her with it, making her whimper.

“Please?” Stacie whimpered as she tried to push herself back onto his cock. Cal gently moved so she couldn’t impale herself on him and spanked her hard making her squeal.

“Please what?” He said as he held her hips firmly.

“Please fuck Kurtköy Elit Escort me Daddy.” She whimpered, he smiled and soothed the spot where he had spanked her. Cal slowly slid his cock inside of Stacie, he felt how hot and wet she was, it made him throb. When he was finally inside of her all the way, he slid his hands over her nice round ass and very gently wet a finger and while he was pulling out, teased very gently at her asshole.

“You have such a beautiful ass baby, tonight it’s going to be mine.” Cal slid his finger inside her ass as he thrust his cock into her pussy and she moaned in pleasure. He slowly continued to work her ass while he slid in and out of her, he wanted to make sure she was very ready for him, as he was larger than average.

“Are you ready for Daddy to claim your ass baby?” He asked her. He heard her moan again as he slid three fingers now in and out at the same speed as he slid his cock in and out of her.

“Now, baby girl, move up and spread your legs and play with yourself while you watch Daddy fuck Stacie’s ass.”

“Yes Daddy!” Jane said and scooted herself up to the headboard. He saw her spread her thighs open and slide her fingers into herself, rubbing her clit while she watched him. Cal slid his cock out of Stacie’s pussy and slowly slid the wet head up to her ass, sliding his fingers out, he gently pushed the head of his cock into her ass.

Slowly he eased himself into her ass, pushing in and letting her relax, then pushing in a little more, until he was fully inside her. He breathed a deep sigh at the feel of her virgin ass tight around his cock. He started pulling out and then slid back in easier this time. He started thrusting a little faster an heard Stacie moan.

“Do you like that baby? Is Daddy’s cock too big for you?” He asked, wanting to hear her beg for him.

“I love it Daddy, please don’t stop. I love your cock Daddy, it’s not too big, it feels so good!” She purred as he thrust a little harder. She whimpered in pleasure and he thrust faster, looking down and watching as he slid himself in and out of her amazingly beautiful ass.

“Tell me what you want baby.” He said, trying not to go too fast, he wanted to hear her beg him.

“Fuck me faster.” She breathed heavily, Cal spanked her ass and left a pink mark on it.

“Beg Daddy like a good girl.” He said sternly.

“Please Daddy will you fuck my ass faster?” She whimpered. He grabbed her hips and started thrusting faster.

“That’s right baby, tell Daddy how you want to be fucked.” He said soothingly as he felt her start trying to push back against him for more.

“Please Daddy fuck me harder!” She begged, he thrust harder for her, making her squeal in delight. He kept the fast, hard pace and then decided to push for release.

“Are you ready to cum baby?” She nodded her head.

“Yes Daddy, please let me cum for you!” She panted, he thrust a little harder making her scream a little in pleasure.

“What about me?” He asked as she spread her legs a little wider for him.

“Please Daddy, cum in my ass.” She begged.

“Who’s ass is this baby?” He demanded as he spanked her again lighter this time.

“It’s your ass Daddy, only yours, please fuck me Daddy!” She said hardly able to stand it any longer.

Cal grabbed her hips and thrust harder, faster and then demanded what he wanted.

“Cum for Daddy baby, cum.” He growled and he felt her convulse around him, shoving her ass hard onto his cock, screaming in pleasure and not able to help herself continue shoving her ass onto his cock over and over. He thrust hard and emptied himself into her ass, slowly sliding in and out until he was empty. This was his ass now.

Cal let Stacie crumple to the bed and stood there looking at both of his baby girls in delight. He liked having a double weekend, and after some rest, he planned on having even more fun with them both, and to do some more claiming…

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