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Double Penetration

It’s Saturday evening, and my white lover is miles away and won’t be able to come home for weeks at the very least. I’m restless. Since I can’t have him, I want something to make me feel better – maybe some of that Southern delicacy, boiled peanuts, will do the trick. My son has taken my car for the weekend and left me his truck, which has been giving him trouble – just last weekend, we had to push it out of the road where it cut off. I decide to take the truck to the Corner Store… it’s only two miles away, after all. As long as I don’t slow down too much, everything should be fine, right? So I go… and when I’m about a quarter mile from the store, I come barreling down on this little old lady sputtering to a stop as she signals a left turn… Can’t pass-I have no choice but to stop… and when I apply the brake completely, the truck cuts off. Right in the middle of the road.

What can I do? There are a couple of houses right there by the side of the road… Of course, I don’t know the people… I could walk home and call someone… but it’s almost a 2-mile walk… or I could walk to the Corner Store… but that would mean leaving the truck. I decide that the best plan would be to knock on someone’s door… So I choose a neat, clean house with a sporty looking car parked in front. I knock, and when the door opens, I see an attractive twenty-something black woman dressed to kill. As I try to explain my predicament, she tells me she doesn’t have time for this–she’s on her way out–but I can talk to her boyfriend about it. As she runs out the door, she calls him. “Tim!”

Apparently Tim didn’t hear her leave, and not knowing that she is gone and there’s a strange white woman in his living room, he comes out of what must be his bedroom, yawning and naked. I’m standing there with my mouth falling open and my eyes bulging. Looking around and not seeing his woman, he sort of growls, “Why don’t you come inside so I can close the door? You think I want the whole world to see this big hard-on I’m sporting?”

I’m not at all comfortable with this situation, and I start to stutter. “I need to use the pho-pho-phone! My truck has stalled in the middle of the road, and I…I…I…”

Tim gives me an appraising look and says, “Ummm… how are you gonna pay for this phone call?”

Still hoping I can get out of this fairly easily, but not at all sure, I reply, “it’s just a local call, b-bu-but I have money…”

Tim looks at me with a certain light in his eyes… He says, “I’ll handle the truck for you… you will pay for it, all right… but I don’t want your money.” He picks up the phone and dials, and when the other party answers, he says, “Hey, Nate… there’s a truck on the road in front of the house… come get it and take it to the shop… and make sure it’s all the way out of sight!”

Feeling altogether uneasy, I start for the door.

Tim asks, “Where do you think you’re going?”

I say, “I’ll just wait by the truck.”

With that guttural voice, he says, “Nooo. We’ll take care of the truck. As for you, you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.”

I’m looking away from him, looking around the room, trying to avoid looking at that great big thing sticking out between his legs. And he says, “While we’re waiting, why don’t you and I get to know each other a little better?”

And I say, “Er… I really should be going now…”

But Tim has other ideas; he says, “Come here, you white bitch.” I obey, thinking maybe it would be dangerous not to. As I walk over to him, I’m staring into his face, mesmerized. He takes my face in his hands, and seeing the fear in my eyes, he asks very quietly, “What’s the matter, baby… ain’t you ever seen a real man’s dick before? Well, now you’re gonna see one up close and reaaaaal personal.” He has both my hands in one of his, and he pulls me into the bedroom. I’m trying to drag my feet, to get away, but Tim pops me on the ass and tells me to behave erzurum escort myself like a good little slut and maybe I can even enjoy it without getting hurt.

I’m scared out of my wits, but that slap makes my ass tingle, and I’m starting to feel excited as well. And feeling a little ashamed of myself as I realize that I’m getting wet between my legs.

Once in his bedroom, Tim says, “Get on your knees, slut. You’re about to get a taste of black dick.” I hesitate. I’ve never been called a slut before. It has a strange effect on me. He grabs a handful of my hair and says again, but more forcefully, “On your knees, slut!”

I sink to my knees, and he pushes my head down towards the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. God! Must be all of ten inches, and even harder than it was when he first came out of the bedroom, and dripping pre-cum. I can smell it, and I feel my traitorous pussy getting wetter by the second. Tim smacks my face with his stiff cock. It feels warm, soft and hard at the same time. When I refuse to open my mouth, he pinches my nose, and when I can’t breathe any more, I gasp for air. The moment I do, he shoves that enormous dick in my mouth and tells me, “Suck it, baby…”

I am somewhere between fear and desire to please him and just plain desire, and I start to lick and suck and drool as best I can. Tim starts moving my head up and down on his shaft. I’m gagging and coughing and moaning, but as his pace increases and I get into the rhythm and start getting over the fear, I’m moaning more and more. Ashamed, frightened and yet excited.

By now, Tim’s moaning too and telling me how good it feels. “Does it feel good, you white slut? How does it feel to have a mouthful of real man meat? You like having this big black dick in your throat, don’t you, baby? You’re nothing but a cock-sucking slut, but I have to give you credit-you’re pretty good at this. I just might want to use you again sometime.” He hears me moaning against my will and feels my body tensing up, and his body is responding as well. As I feel his balls tightening, he pulls his cock out of my mouth and splatters me with spunk–my face and my hair–but his dick is still hard. I can’t stop myself from licking at the thick gobs of cum that drip into my mouth. I feel like a slut.

He says “You really liked that, didn’t you, you fucking whore?”

Needing to cum now, badly, and having been so close, but unwilling to admit it, I sullenly ask him, “What are you going to do to me?”

He knows I’m too proud to admit it, but he wants to hear me say I enjoyed it. “I’m just gonna sit back and read the paper for a while.”

I say, “But you… you… I…” He looks up and sees me rubbing my cock-hungry cunt. I am truly becoming a slut.

“You wanna tell me what you want, bitch?

I stand there dumbstruck… knowing I want him to fuck me but determined not to ask. He can see it. He knows it. “What you want?”

“I… I…”

“Tell me what you want, slut!” and he smacks me on my ass again. I whimper, but refuse to ask him.

Tim goes back to reading his newspaper. I start rubbing my pussy to bring myself the urgent relief I need, but he slaps my hand away. He jerks me to my feet and throws me on the bed and says, “All right… I’m calling the shots here. We’re gonna do this my way. You had the chance to tell me… but now it’s gonna be me all the way.” With me on my back, he ties my hands to the headboard and secures me to the foot of the bed by my ankles. My pussy is completely exposed, my legs spread wide, and I am aching for release, but I will not give him the satisfaction of saying so.

He leans over me and takes a nipple in his mouth through my tee-shirt. I whimper and moan, and arch my back, pushing my big tits forward to try to get him to suck harder. He sucks a bit more, as I moan and try to rub against him in any way possible. Tim keeps sucking. erzurum escort bayan I begin to whimper and I’m just about to cummm… when he stops, looks at me and laughs, and picks up his paper again.

I’m lying there with every nerve tingling–looking at him over there placidly reading the bloody newspaper-and I whisper, “Fuck me!”

“What’s that?”

‘Fuck me!”

“I thought I heard something… nah… must’ve been the radio down in the shop…”

“Fuck me, damn you!!”

“Are you talking to me?” He walks over and slaps my thigh hard with his open hand. “Cause that’s no way for you to be talking to someone in the situation you’re in!” The slap is sending shivers through me.

I whimper, “Please! Fuck me!!”

“That’s it baby, let me hear you beg for it…”

“Fuck me… fuck me… please!

“Hmmm… wonder what’s in Section C today…”

“PLEASE! FUCK ME! I need to feel your big black cock in my cunt! PLEASE! I want you to make me cum! Fuck me!”

“Ahhhh… that’s better! All right, bitch… I’ll fuck you!” Tim comes over to the bed and starts pulling off my clothes. I’m wriggling at every touch of his fingers. Then he unties me, and rips off my lacy panties, my DD-cup bra. . . and I can see from his throbbing cock that he’s not nearly as bored with me as he was pretending to be.

He turns me over and tells me that first he’s gonna taste me…and by now I’m whimpering and ready for anything he might do. He starts by licking the insides of my thighs. When he gets to licking all around my pussy, I’m dripping and oozing from all the tension. I put my hands in his hair and pull him into me. Again he licks and nibbles and sucks until I’m almost there, and this time when he asks, “What do you want, slut?”

I reply without hesitation, “Fuck me!” I realize I am a complete slut.

“What do you want?”

“Oh god, please fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me! Don’t make me wait another minute! I’ll do anything you say, I’ll be your fuck slut forever– just please fuck me with your big hard black dick! Put it all the way in me… Pound me! Fuck me! I can’t wait to feel you inside of my pussy! I want it!”

And he says, “I think I will fuck you, you cock-hungry slut… get on your back.” I lie there trembling and thrusting my tits and my cunt at him. He takes his cock and holds it touching my cunt lips, I am pushing at it with my cunt, begging, moaning. Suddenly he pushes it deep deep deep into my pussy with one thrust, then starts to pound into me. “Does that feel good, baby?”

I start to moannnn… “Ohhhhhh yesssssssssss ohhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss fuck me”

“Oh, baby that does feel good, don’t it? Mmmmmmmm…”

“Ahhh ahhhhhhha ahhhhhhhh”

I’m thrusting back at him as he pounds his beautiful meat harder and harder into my oozing pussy.

“Ain’t this the best dick you ever had, baby?”

“Yeeeeeesssssssss yesssssssssssssss yesssssssssssssss… Oh, fuck your white whore! Make your pig fuck-slut cummmmm!” I’m screaming, out of control with lust and desire because he’s pounding me all the way with every inch of that big slab of meat… and then “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I’m yelling it out as I feel every muscle in my body tighten as I reach my peak… I’m trembling and tensing and my hips are convulsing and my pussy is squeeeeeeeezing his dick…

Finally after a series of wonderfully forceful orgasms, I start to relax. Tim pops me on my butt and makes me get up on my hands and knees. He says, “Don’t think you’re the only one who gets off tonight, you hot little white bitch.” and he slaps me on my ass again. My butt juts out like a cat being stroked, and as I whimper and mooooaannnnn he takes my hips in his hands and starts to fuck me from behind with that stiff black rod. He’s holding on to me tight with his big firm hands-I can feel his fingers tearing into my flesh, but I don’t escort erzurum mind at all–I’m thrusting back as hard as I can and screaming with every stroke… and in no time I’m cummming again because it feels sooo fucking gooooodddd. Tim’s still pounding away at me, and I can feel the intensity building for him, too. I’m screaming my head off and then we’re both cumming and grinding into each other. He’s got his arms locked around me like a dog wraps his forelegs around a bitch and he’s thrusting and grunting and I’m milking his cock. I’m screaming as I hear him grunting and moaning obscenities at me. He is gripping me so tight it is hurting and making me cum again as I feel him shoot his hot spunk into me… this brings me off again…

Then we both collapse… and I hear the door open. I’m too groggy to think about what it means, and then I hear a voice… It’s Nate, a giant of a man. Tim is a big guy: 6’2″ and about 230 pounds…but Nate is closer to 6’6″ and more like 270 pounds… and black as ebony. I’m lying there, feeling very sated… and Nate says, “We got the truck out of the way, Tim… now you get out of the way and let me have some of that!”

I look up at him. He’s already taken his cock out and he’s stroking it. I lick my lips as I make eye contact. He doesn’t move, just continues to stroke and stare into my eyes. I get up on hands and knees and crawl over to him… I sniff at his big black black black dick, just like a bitch in heat… and then I put my hand around it and lean into it and start to lick it… from his balls all the way up to the tip. Nate’s cock is much bigger than any I’ve ever encountered before-so big I can’t get my hand all the way around it. I can’t get my mouth all the way around it either… but I do my best! I try… licking slurping moaning licking slurping moaning licking slurping moaning licking licking slurping moaning…

Nate says, “Ohhh baabyy!” and I lick and slurp some more, moaning all the while. I try to get my mouth around it so I can suck it, but it’s so big. Nate says, “Here baby, let’s try it this way.” He sits over my face, with his balls in front of my mouth, and starts to fuck my tits. He holds them and squeeeeeezes and tweaks my nipples as I nip at his balls and lick and suck them. He starts to moan, and then he says, “Slut, I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before!” He moves into position and sinks that monster cock into my cunt, all the while biting at my nipples.

He starts to fuck me… fuck me.. fuck meeeee… and I’m already filled up… He plunges his cock deep into me and pulls it all the way out each time before slamming it into me again, and he fucks me sooo hard that I’m screaming again! But I’m screaming because it feels so good very good wonderful good–I’m whimpering and moaning, and he bites harder on the nipple in his mouth. I’m arching my back and thrusting back at him and suddenly I’m cumming again, but Nate doesn’t stop pounding away pounding thrusting pounding pounding pounding and I’m grinding back at him and grinding… He rolls me over so that he’s on bottom and I’m on top. He’s holding my hips close pulling me to him stroking me deep and hard… He holds my body close to his and he says, “Hey, Tim…don’t you want to fuck this white slut-pig in the ass?”

As for me, I’m practically howling with lust and animal-fucking-feeling-good… and I hear Tim say, “Yeah, I’m ready for some of that…” I’m squirming with a combination of pleasure and fear, and in spite of my screaming, Nate holds me still so Tim can shove his once-again rigid cock up my virgin ass. He gives me a few seconds to adjust to the feel of his thickness in this new hole, and then starts to thrust. As soon as he does, I start screaming how good it feels and telling him, “Oh, yessssss! Fuck me in my white ass… Fuck me in the ass with that big black cock of yours! Oh yesssss, it feels so good! I can feel both your big black dicks filling me up filling me up! Oh yesssss oh I’ve never been fucked like this before! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… I’m cumming again!! AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I can feel Tim’s hot juices spurting in my ass as Nate bathes my cunt with gobs of his thick slimy jism. We collapse in a heap, and I know that even though this is my first black experience, it won’t be my last.

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Greetings all; the characters in my stories exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows?

Anyways, my regular readers know that I enjoy writing about the transgender experience from different perspectives. Here I write a three act play about a straight man that is made into a transgender woman without his knowledge or consent.

~

Act 1.

Introduction.

Ike and Trina Turner could easily pass as sisters. Trina was a beautiful woman and Ike was a pretty man. Other than that, they were regular people living normal lives in metro Atlanta, and doing the typical things that most people do. That included the two of them taking trips to Las Vegas, where Ike provided Trina cover while she got a dose of uninhibited sex.

To add a bit of spice on one particular trip, Trina suggested that she and Ike dress like sisters when they went to a club catering to the kinky crowd. Being that anything goes in Vegas he said what the heck, and was more than happy to do it. He soon found out that his big sister’s ultimate fantasy was to share sucking a cock with him when he was dressed in drag. Ike flatly refused her offer because of an unfortunate technicality, he was a straight man.

~

Scene 1; Trina and Ike go clubbing.

They were in their suite at a swanky hotel and casino. “Ike will you hurry up,” said his sister. “I swear you take longer to put on a dress than I do.”

“Don’t get your expensive panties in a bunch big sister” her brother retorted. “Age before beauty; besides, we’re in Vegas; the real party hasn’t started yet.”

Trina put a hand on her hip, and used the other hand flamboyantly as she spoke. “Well I’m not here to party, I’m here to fuck. I want to get to the club before all the hot guys are taken,” she countered.

He then walked into the living room of their suite in a little black dress. He was now Rachel. He put both hands on his hips, and spoke in as sassy a manner as he could. “The hottest guy in the club will be arriving with you, and he’s your sister too,” he said with a laugh.

His sister looked at him and smirked, “Oh gawd, stay away from me while we’re in there with your pretty self, or I won’t get hit on at all.”

“Don’t worry, if any of your prospective boy-toys hit on me I’ll be sure to send them your way,” he said with another laugh.

A few minutes later they walked into one of the dungeon nightclubs. After agreeing to meet at a particular spot at the bar every half hour, they parted ways.

The second time they met at the bar Trina told him she had three guys who were down for a foursome.”Hey lil bro, I’m headed into a private room with them,” she said, while subtly pointing in their direction.

“Hm,” said Ike, after a quick glance at them.

Trina then giggled and said, “The taller one told me he’d be open to playing with my sister, if she wants to suck him.”

After raising an eyebrow, Ike gave her a peck on the cheek before saying, “Rachel eats pussy, but she doesn’t suck cock.”

“Well Rachel, all men are fascinated with cocks, probably more than we women are,” Trina said to Ike. “I can’t tell you how many men I’ve fucked, who asked me about other men’s cocks while they were fucking me. It’s that macho stuff that keeps you men from sucking dick.

“Hm, well anyways, I’ll tell you all about the tall one’s cock later. I know you’re interested,” she teased.

Trina then took her harem towards a private room.

When she came out the room after fucking and sucking them Ike was gone.

~

Scene 2; two months later.

“Hi there; it’s good to see you’re finally awake,” said the nurse.

Ike closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again while struggling to figure out where he was. He didn’t remember drinking that much, and he didn’t do drugs, so why the hell was he so out of it? Finally he closed his eyes and kept them shut. “Who are you and where am I?” he asked in a voice he didn’t recognize.

The nurse’s demeanor was compassionate when she said, “I’m nurse Cratchett, and you’re at Southern Crescent Hospital. There’s someone here who wants to talk with you.”

Ike struggled to open his eyes again and licked his dry lips.

“Here, have some water,” offered the nurse. She then stepped aside again.

Ike squinted as he looked at the serious look on his sister’s face. “Ike, is that you?” she asked.

Ike raised an eyebrow at her. “Who do you think I am?” And then his voice trailed off. His eyes bugged out from surprise at the sound of his voice.

Trina’s eyes bugged out too. Her jaw also dropped open and she covered her mouth with her hands.

At that point one of the two police officers that were in the room took charge.

“Excuse me miss,” she said to Trina. “Ike, I’m detective Jo Friday.”

Ike frowned at her.

“Ahem,” she cleared her throat. She’d gotten that reaction a million times before when she introduced herself. “I work at the missing person’s division of the city’s police department. eskişehir escort You were reported missing two months ago, when you didn’t return to the suite you shared with your sister. You were dropped off outside Southern Crescent Hospital’s emergency room a few days ago. Surveillance video shows two people taking you and the gurney you were strapped to out of an ambulance, and then they hauled ass.

“We used your fingerprints to identify you. Your name is Ike Turner? You’re single. Your parents are deceased. You have one sister, Trina. You work for Acme Everything Company Inc.” She then looked at him and waited for a response.

“My parents liked rock and roll music. Yeah I’m Ike Turner.” He was still wondering what was up with his voice.

After clearing her throat Detective Friday said,

“Do you have any idea who did this to you?”

Ike looked at her like she had a third eye in the center of her forehead. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “Did what to me? Why am I in the hospital? What do you mean I’ve been missing for two months?”

His series of questions was interrupted by his being startled again by his feminine sounding voice. Why do I sound like a woman?” he asked, almost in a panic. He then suddenly became aware that he couldn’t move.

Detective Friday didn’t sugarcoat her answer when she told Ike everything the police knew about the reason his voice was so high. “Your nuts have been cut off and your vocal cords have been shaved,” she said.

Ike fainted. So did Trina.

The nurse glared at Detective Friday. Her partner Bill Cannon frowned before saying, “Jesus H Christ Jo, you don’t blurt out a thing like that to a man.”

Nurse Hatchett then pushed the button to alert the nurse’s station that she needed help with Ike.

A half hour later he was conscious again, after he received medication to take the edge off.

He looked at Detective Friday through half closed eyelids. This time when she spoke to him she used some tact. “Ike,” she began. “It appears that you’re the latest victim of Dr. Awful. He’s a copycat madman. He’s inspired by Dr. Evil as well as the doctors who drug people and take one of their kidneys.

“Dr. Awful chooses men he believes he can transform into a beautiful woman. We believe he spotted you during your trip to Las Vegas dressed as Trina’s sister. One of his people hit on you, then abducted you.”

Dr. Awful performed gender reassignment surgery on you, gave you a boob-job, shaved your Adam’s apple and vocal cords. Afterwards he injected female hormones into you, and kept you sedated until you somewhat healed from the surgeries. His henchmen then dropped you off at the hospital in a drugged up state.”

Detective Friday looked at Trina, the nurse, the psychologist and Detective Cannon, who were all in the room. “Was that better Bill?” she asked.

Detective Cannon exhaled, but held his tongue.

But Trina had a question, “Does what you just said mean that my brother is now my sister?” She’d always wished he was really her sister.

Ike was wondering if these people were playing some kind of sick joke until the nurse held a mirror in front of his face. When he looked at himself he couldn’t believe it, he looked even more like his sister than usual.

The nurse smiled and said, “At least you’re beautiful.”

The psychologist who had come into the room spoke in a monotone voice when he said, “Ike, my name is Dr. Brig Johnson. I’m a psychologist. I have also been assigned to your case. I have many transgender patients as well as being transgendered myself. I can help you navigate through many decisions you’re going to have to make.”

Whatever the nurse had injected into his intravenous solution was keeping Ike calm, but he still went off. “What the fuck are you people talking about? There’s no decision to make other than changing my ass back to a man,” he said, sounding high instead of angry.”

He looked at the nurse and then looked at Dr. Johnson and then the two Detectives. When no one said anything, Ike began to panic. Nurse Hatchett took one of his hands into hers. Dr. Johnson moved closer to the bed and spoke softly, “I’m afraid that won’t be completely possible. Your face would become masculine again if you stop taking women’s hormones, and of course your breast implants can be removed, but your nuts are gone forever.”

Tears welled up in Ike’s eyes, then streamed down his cheeks. “What about my dick?” he asked through trembling lips.

Dr. Johnson just shook his head no.

Trina started blubbering uncontrollably.

Dr. Johnson then cleared the room so he could console them. He hugged Trina with one arm and held Ike’s hand while they cried it all out.

Once she had regained a measure of composure Trina said, “What’s he going to do without his dick? What’s a man without his dick?”

“Well,” said Dr. Johnson. “There’s more to being a man than having a dick.” Then he smiled before smirking.

Trina and Ike escort eskişehir looked at each other before looking at Dr. Johnson. It was then that it dawned on them that he’d said he was transgendered. He’d cut his hair short and managed to grow barely enough hair on his chin to call it a goatee, but otherwise left his face alone. They could see his feminine features in his eyes and his smile. His body looked lean and muscular, and his breasts had been removed.

They both looked at his crotch, but they couldn’t see the two inch clit-cock in his pants.

Ike didn’t respond, he had some thinking to do. Perhaps Dr Johnson didn’t understand how much his cock meant to his identity as a man.

Trina was still wondering what Dr. Johnson had in his pants.

~

Scene 3; Ike sees his female body for the first time.

Dr. Johnson called everyone back into the room so the detectives could resume their interview. Before they asked another question, Ike asked Nurse Hatchett to remove his restraints then said, “I want to see what I look like.”

Nurse Hatchett scanned the room before saying, “Ok men, give her some privacy. Out, out, out.”

As Dr. Johnson and Detective Cannon turned to leave the room again Ike said, “Dr. Johnson can stay. For that matter so can the Detective. This body isn’t mine anyway so it doesn’t matter.” Dr. Johnson then helped nurse Hatchett get him out of bed and helped him stand in front of the mirror. Detective Friday untied his gown and removed it.

Ike’s breasts were natural looking d-cups. The massive amounts of estrogen he’d been given by the quack doctor had drastically feminized his body. As a result he had an hourglass figure that was as fine as cat hair. But the biggest change to his body was between his legs, or more precisely, not between his legs. Instead of his respectable sized cock and manly balls, he had a set of pussylips and a light dusting of nappy pubic hair.

When they saw him naked Nurse Hatchett smiled big, Dr. Johnson’s clit-cock got hard, Detective Friday’s pussy moistened, and Detective Cannon looked at Trina before looking back at Ike. The thought of the two sisters naked, made butterflies flutter in his stomach.

~

The next day Ike and Trina had a private discussion with Dr. Johnson. The doctor said, “Mr. Turner, you may still think of yourself as a straight man right now, but your nuts are gone and you’re taking female hormones. You’re going to continue to develop more and more characteristics of a woman.”

Ike considered the implications of what the doctor said. “Are you telling me I’m going to become a woman whether I want to or not?” he asked.

“I’m saying your psychological profile is going to become more like that of a female. It’s up to you whether you see yourself as a woman.”

Since you’re already in touch with your feminine side, all you have to do is embrace your pussy.” He then raised an eyebrow at him.

“What the hell are you talking about? What feminine side?” screamed Ike. “I was only dressed like a woman because we were going to that dungeon nightclub you fucking quack.”

Lucky for Dr. Johnson that Ike was still being restrained.

~

Act 2.

Scene 1; Ike gets out of the hospital.

Trina spent her nights at the hospital until the big day finally came, Ike was scheduled to be released. She gave him a big smile and said, “Care for a lift home?”

They were surprised to see Detective Friday sitting in the waiting room. The stocky built detective had investigated the nightclub’s Trina liked to frequent while she was in Vegas, so she knew Trina was a freak, and detective Jo Friday wanted a piece of her action.

As Trina walked beside Ike who was in a wheelchair, Detective Friday approached them. “Are you the two people who called for a driver for hire?” she asked cheerily. “How about I trail you home and help you two get settled in. Trina you’ve been here at the hospital for a week, so I’m sure there’s a lot for you to do when you get home. And Ike is hardly strong enough, or healed enough to be left alone.”

“You’re hired,” responded Trina with a smile

“Now that that’s settled, I want both of you to call me Jo,” said Detective Friday.”

She dropped by to see Ike everyday for the next few days, but in truth she came by mostly so she could see Trina.

~

Scene 2; Ike goes shopping.

Ike didn’t want anyone to see him now that he’d been made to look like a woman. The next few weeks Trina tried to talk with him about embracing life as a female, but he wasn’t at all interested.

She’d say to him often, “You used to love to dress up in women’s clothes.”

His reply was always the same. He’d look at her with tears in his eyes and say, “That was when we were kids, and just having fun. Now I’ll feel like a perv wearing panties and a bra.”

“Don’t be silly,” she’d respond. But she left him be for the time being. It was hard for her to see him dealing with what he was going through, eskişehir escort bayan but she had to be strong for him. So she let him keep wearing men’s clothes, but she insisted that he take his hormone medication and dilate his vagina.

“You might decide you want to use that thing some day,” she said to him. “It’d be a shame to let it close up now wouldn’t it?” She just hoped that Dr. Johnson was right that in time he would accept himself as a woman.

A few weeks later she along with Jo dragged him kicking and screaming to The Pampered Coochie boutique. “You’ve been wearing your men’s underwear long enough,” she announced, as they walked into the pretty smelling store.

They browsed the isles until their basket was full. “Ugh,” said Ike. “What am I doing in here with all these ladies’ under things?”

“Don’t be silly,” said Trina. “Now c’mon, let’s go try this panty and bra haul on.”

To say Ike felt awkward being in the same dressing room with Trina and Jo while they tried on underwear was an understatement. Sure, he’d seen Trina in her lingerie many times, but they’d never gone over the line of brother and sister. They’d even gone to separate rooms when they had sex in the kinky clubs.

As for Jo, she wasn’t his type, but his eyes were drawn to her 6 feet tall, hard muscular body, especially her six-pack. He suddenly had a weakness for her well developed abs.

He tried not to look at their naked bodies, but that proved to be impossible. He briefly looked at both women’s round breasts, and each of them had neatly trimmed pussy hair.

When Trina saw him glancing she said, “You would not believe the amount of sit-ups I do. I always hid that from you so you’d think I was born with a better body than yours.”

Jo laughed and said, “I practically live in the gym when I’m off duty, that’s how I got all these muscles.”

The women’s comfort with being nude around each other ended the tension Ike felt.

Ike had always loved looking at pussy, but surprisingly he wasn’t aroused as much as he’d expected to be by Trina’s and Jo’s nakedness. He knew it wasn’t all due to her being his sister, and while Jo was physically imposing he found her attractive.

Despite the fact that he’d been hiding it from everyone, the female hormones he was taking had been causing him to bond with his female self more and more each day. And now with his reaction to Trina’s and Jo’s nude bodies, he not only questioned his gender he questioned his sexual preference.

~

Their search for clothes was less stressful. In fact Ike enjoyed learning about Trina’s approach to creating her own style. In the past he simply wore whatever she told him to. He was now 5’10 and curvy, and not wanting to encourage men to approach him, so he went for the librarian look.

Trina then tried to convince him to wear makeup saying, “Wearing makeup is something I do for myself because I want to look pretty.”

“I don’t know if I’d feel comfortable doing that for real,” admitted Ike. “When I was doing it as a goof I could laugh it off.”

Trina explained her thinking, “I’m not talking about putting on make-up like you’re going clubbing. I’m suggesting you try putting on foundation and eyeliner.” She then helped Ike apply his makeup when he finally relented.

After they finished with their shopping they went into a restaurant that was attached to the mall. Their server had just walked away with their order when Trina said, “Don’t look over your left shoulder, but a guy sitting at the bar has looked at you two or three times.”

“No thanks, I’m not interested in men,” said Ike. “I went panty shopping today. I’m wearing makeup. And I bought some dresses. That’s enough being a woman for now.”

“Ok then,” said Jo. “My spidey sense says those two ladies over there sitting by the window swing both ways at a minimum.”

“Will you stop it,” said Ike, glaring at her.

“Honey, you’re gonna have to get back in the game,” insisted Trina. “You’re a woman now, we don’t judge you if you enjoy the taste of pussy and you like cock too.”

Ike just looked at her before going off. “I’m not a fucking woman. I’m a man without a dick,” he said a bit too loud. “And I sure as hell don’t like cock.

“Do you eat pussy?”

After looking around to see if anyone had heard him Trina said,”Shush. Everybody doesn’t need to know your business. And my little brother doesn’t need to know if his big sister eats pussy,” she said with a chuckle.

“But you just said I’m a woman,” countered Ike, with a sneer.

He then leaned in close to Jo’s ear and said, “My sister eats your pussy doesn’t she?”

“Yep,” responded Jo.

“Do you eat hers?” asked Ike.

“Nope, I’m a top with a woman,” she said casually.

“A top?” repeated Ike.

“Um hum. Ladies eat me, and I like fucking them with a strap-on.”

“So you’re a lesbian then, right?” asked Ike.

“Nope,” responded Jo cheerfully. “I love men and cock too.

“Why? Are you interested?”

“Both of you are freaks,” he said, and laughing.

~

Scene 3; Ike and Fred reconnect.

Ike and Trina were meeting Jo for dinner Friday evening. He was wearing a new pencil dress that showed off his curves. He hated it and promised he’d get even with Trina for her making him wear it. She had also invited his best friend to meet them at the club.

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A quick backstory, I am an 21 year old college kid, about 5 foot 6, who just recently joined a gym to try and overcome my smaller frame and slim feminine body. I have a secret love for wearing women’s clothes, especially lingerie under my male clothes as much as possible. I have no issues with getting women, the occasional hook up and girlfriend from time to time, but nothing serious.

Now fast-forward to the day that would change my life as I knew it.

I was a guy that would always fantasize about these crazy scenarios where I am discovered by strangers and they take control of me sexually from there. But that’s all that they were, fantasies, as I would never act on them because I was way too afraid. Still, I would wear lingerie to class, when hanging out with friends, and while doing other things in life.

On my first day going to the gym I decided to skip wearing panties that day because it was a new place for me and I didn’t know how it was going to go. Now this being the first time in my life I was seriously starting to work out, I assumed all those locker room stereotypes weren’t true. Sure enough, there are plenty of men that walk around with no clothes on whatsoever, everything on full display for everyone.

Trying to focus I walked to a locker, sat down and put all my attention to not looking at all the naked muscular men around me. That day went perfectly fine, I figured out how to use the equipment and I finished my workout in about 2 hours. I showered and went home for the night.

The next day I was in class and brought my gym bag with me so I could go on my way home. When class was over I drove to the gym and was ready for day two. After swiping my card and saying my hello to the front desk worker I made my way to the locker room. Once I walked in it struck me that I was wearing a yellow lace thong and a matching yellow sports bra under my guy clothes. My heart sank as I tried to figure out a way to work around this.

Since it was 6 o’clock the locker room was extremely crowded but I figured I could change without anyone noticing. I get to my locker and with the few people around me looking the other way I quickly drop my pants and pull my shirt down to cover up what I could. I then grab my workout shorts and pull them up as fast as I can, heart racing fast. As for the bra I had no way I could do this so I figured I could just work out in the shirt was wearing and keep the bra on.

My first hour went perfectly, always making sure the straps weren’t in view and my shirt never rode up. When I was just getting done on a bicep machine, the front desk employee, who was about 6 foot 4 and clearly worked out here a lot and helped me sign up, came over and wanted to say he saw what I was balıkesir escort doing and to keep up the good work. While doing this he gave me a pat on the back and at that moment my face went bright red and we didn’t quite know what to say.

I stammered, all I could say was, “I uh uh uh I uhm.”

He interrupted me and said, “No worries I got you girl,” and walked away.

Girl? I could hardly even finish my workout I was shaking so much and decided to head to the showers. I took a shower while doing my best to hide the fact my underwear was lingerie and put my male clothes back on top of my thong and bra and went to leave the gym, which after I took my time was pretty empty because it was a weekday night.

On my way out I had to walk by the front desk again. As I did he spoke up and said, “Ma’am.” I kept walking thinking nothing of it, when he said it louder, “MA’AM!” Startled, I turned around and he motioned for me to come see him. I don’t know why I went over there but I did.

“We got some complaints that you were hanging out in the wrong locker room ma’am. Did you go in the men’s locker room today?”

Puzzled but starting to catch on I said, “Of course I went into the men’s locker room. Just like last time.”

As if he was ready for that answer, he states loudly that, “Men don’t wear bras and panties.”

Shit, how did he know I was wearing panties? “What are you talking about?” I replied confidently.

“Cut the shit. You were wearing a sports bra when you were working out earlier which means a sissy like you is no doubt wearing matching panties too. I can even see the bra outline right now.”

When I looked down and grabbed for my chest, you couldn’t see the outline but I just confirmed that he was right about the bra. My face turned bright red and I was speechless. At this point if I would’ve just walked out I could be done with this whole situation, but something inside me wouldn’t let me leave.

“Exactly. So, show me that you are wearing men’s underwear and prove me wrong. No one is around sissy. If you are wearing men’s underwear you can leave and we can forget this ever happened.”

I just stared back at him, my face turning redder by the second, shaking. I looked around and no one was close enough to hear or see us and it was dark outside with a pretty empty parking lot.

“Shocker. Get back here bitch,” he commanded. He then motions for me to come around the counter. I submit to his command and go around the counter thinking nothing of it.

“On your knees sissy.”

“What? Why?”

He chuckles, “Because I said so. Now down.”

Not wanting to raise a scene I get down and take my gym bag balıkesir escort bayan off my shoulder and now on my knees I am just below counter height.

“Take off the shirt let me see what I felt earlier.”

“Here? Won’t someone see?” I whisper.

“The place is almost empty and you’re under the counter I just need to see what I felt earlier.”

I comply not thinking I had much of a choice, he did have me caught after all. I figured I could just show him and then I would get to leave. I quickly take my shirt off and show him the sports bra. After he laughed at me, he ordered me to show him the matching pair of panties. He already knew I was wearing them so it wasn’t a big deal. I pulled down my sweatpants to my knees so he could see my matching thong clearly. When I looked back up he was sitting on his chair with his shorts around his ankles and his cock starring me in the face.

At this moment I froze. I couldn’t get up because I was in my panties and bra and didn’t want to be exposed to more people so I sat there and just starred at it. My eyes never left his cock, even soft it was 2 inches bigger than mine. Without even noticing my mouth was open in amazement and he let me know.

“You can keep your mouth open sissy. Back up under the counter there and get ready.”

Unbelievably I did exactly as he said, and he backed under the counter and he slid his chair up and trapped me in.

“Hello sir…Thank you…Enjoy your workout.”

He was just talking to another person coming into the gym while I was under the desk in lingerie starring at another man’s cock. I had never done anything like this before but now it seems like I don’t have much of a choice in this matter. Except I did have a choice. I could have left at any time, meaning maybe I subconsciously wanted this to happen.

“Something wrong down there girl? Get to work. You and I both know this is what you want. No straight guy goes around wearing that slutty lingerie and doesn’t want to be fed a big hard cock from a real man. Now beg me for it like a good girl!”

There he goes with calling me a girl again. Sure I was in women’s lingerie and I had some bisexual fantasies but I couldn’t be a girl, could I?

“I…uh…want to suck your cock,” I say in a very quiet tone, almost a whisper.

“That’s not good enough faggot. You don’t get rewarded with this cock until I feel you’ve earned it slave, now beg, and call me sir!”

At this point I don’t know what came over me but I responded with, “Sir please allow me the pleasure of serving you and being your personal cocksucker. I want your cock down my throat and I want to please you the best I can. Nothing would escort balıkesir make me happier than sucking your cock and swallowing your cum right here right now like the slutty sissy I am.”

“Much better sissy, you may begin.”

I reach forward and begin to feel the soft hairless member that was in front of me. It was so smooth and I could feel it pulsating while slowly growing with my strokes.

“You don’t get it sissy you’re a cockSUCKER. Get your mouth to work.”

I kept stroking it watching it grow to 6, 7, and 8 inches not fully hard yet. I was so mesmerized and hypnotized by this cock in my hand that I couldn’t focus on anything else around me.

“Fine bitch we’ll do this the hard way.”

He then reaches into his drawer and pulls out a pair of handcuffs.

“You wouldn’t believe how many girls like you we get in here. Put these on behind your back right now.”

Not wanting to displease him I comply and latch them behind me. By now my own cock was hard as steel in my thong begging for release. He pulled himself back close to the counter and the cock was fully hard now, about 9 inches and pointing straight at me.

I lean forward and lick and kiss the mushroom head as I slide the first couple inches into my mouth and begin getting it nice and wet moving up and down like I knew what I was doing. It was like my whole life something was missing and now that this cock was in my mouth I could finally be complete. It was exhilarating how much I liked the position I was in. I was a natural.

I continued sucking, compiling everything I’ve seen in porn and read about trying to be the best cocksucker I can be for him. I continue this for what felt like eternity, as I was as happy as could be, when I remember eye contact is a huge turn on. I look up to see that he is holding his phone recording me! Now I need to put on a show for this guy if I’m on camera! I deep throat surprisingly well and keep making eye contact while sucking and teasing him the best I can. I can feel him tensing up and breathing a little heavier when he suddenly pulls out and covers my face with his warm hot cum and shoots the last few strands into my mouth coating my throat while I finish sucking and polishing him clean. I happily swallow and await further instructions while I clean the rest of his cock.

A flash goes off and he takes one final picture of me looking at him and tells me I can leave. He takes my handcuffs off but before I begin to get dressed he told me I couldn’t clean my face off I had to walk to my car like that. I pull my shirt on and my pants after and ask him what he is going to do with the pictures.

“Nothing as of right now, but next time you come around here, and you will be coming around here often, I don’t want you to be taking off those ugly man clothes you have there. You’ll learn to work out as the girl you are got that bitch? Good now get out of here.”

On my walk to the car I walked by two girls walking in and they both made remarks about my face, but luckily when I come back next time I wont be recognized by them…

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The first time I actually met Adriana, I picked her up outside her condo building to take her to dinner. I’m a pretty confident guy but I admit I had butterflies this time. For starters, she was a 42 year old recently separated mother of two teenage girls; she had a career, owned a home and I naturally felt the pressure. Especially since I was just 22 at the time.

I had dated older women before in college but 33 was the standing record. The 20 year age gap was… something. I come from a traditional household and my feelings were like a cocktail recipe – 2 parts fantasy, 1 part confusion, 1 part taboo and a splash of primal urge. Shake well over reality and that was my mental state while I waited at the door.

Adriana came out wearing the perfect pair of jeans and a blouse donning a tasteful amount of cleavage. Considering how endowed she was, even tasteful cleavage was a mouthful in this case. Here hair was straight jet black with eyes to match and blushed through her tanned cheeks as she softly said, “Hi, Jake.” Even her 3″ heels were only able to bring her to about 5’5″. I was a college hockey player and my athletic 6 foot frame made her look all the more petite. I led her to the car and we were on our way.

I’m not proud of it but we had originally met online. No, not Tinder or any of the other low-rent apps but a solid subscription based service that was geared towards dating as opposed to simply hooking up. So naturally my expectations were honorable. We were a couple of adults going on a first date, nothing more.

The restaurant was highly rated with a small intimate layout. We were seated by the chef himself and had drinks in our hands moments later. She was intensely pretty. Dark expressive eyes, curvy in all the right places and incredibly sweet to boot. The conversation was natural and unforced. We covered a lot of ground and got to know and like each other quite well in a short amount of time.

However, even great conversation couldn’t completely get my mind off of how sexy she was. Adriana was old enough to be my mother and yet young enough to carry my children, something entirely new for me and my level of attraction for her was reaching an alarming height. But how did she feel towards me? She was clear about wanting a relationship and, while I was more than willing to give it to her, I was about to graduate from college; what could I offer a grown woman with two kids?

Still. The connection was there, all the same.

We stepped out of the restaurant and onto the sidewalk holding hands. I looked down at her big brown eyes and kissed her gently on the lips. She held me tight and kissed me back hard leaving us lip-locked on the sidewalk for what felt like five minutes. We got in the car and, before I could turn the engine over, we were making out.

“I really like you, Jake…” she said panting. Her hands were on my chest, gracefully slipping under the opening of my striped dress shirt.

“I really like you too.” I replied. We made out passionately for quite a while longer. Her body felt amazing. “Where do you want to go?” I asked.

Adriana didn’t immediately reply. Instead moved her hand from my stomach and over my jeans. When her hand grazed over my erection, she took a deep breath. “My kids are home,” she whispered.

“Well,” I thought for a moment, not wanting to suggest my lame college apartment and mood killing roommates. “What about a hotel?”

“Mmmm…” she moaned in the affirmative. After we made yalova escort out for a little while longer, she asked “Are me moving too fast? I like you a lot and I don’t want to spoil things…”

“I feel the same way. I don’t think we should.”

On the way up to our room, we held hands staring silently into our reflection on the elevator door. It was a moment to reflect on what had just happened and what was coming next. We stepped off the elevator without regret and, moments later, there we were. Alone in our room.

She sat on the bed waiting for me. Upon reaching her, she pulled me into a long, slow kiss. The next kiss was shorter and the third was shorter still. Each kiss faster and faster until we were in our underwear – me in blue boxer briefs, her in black lace. We kissed deeply one more time. “You’re so sexy…” she whispered before getting on her knees and removing my cock from my underwear. Fully erect, it popped out from the tight garment dramatically. She moved closer staring longingly into my eyes. She kissed my chest lightly as her fingers ran down the bare shaft then wrapped around it as her kisses moved down to my stomach. By the time her mouth made it to my cock, her tiny hands were gently massaging my sac. I felt the warm embrace of her mouth as it took me inside. Adriana moaned quietly as she pleasured my now pulsating penis. I breathed heavily while trying not to orgasm. After nearly two minutes I, out of fear of climaxing too early, carefully moved her head off of it and bent over to kiss her.

Grabbing her by her lush ass, I lifted her up and onto the bed. Breathing hard and deep, she sat up and unclasped her bra. Her voluptuous D’s said hello with two throbbing hard nipples pointed at me like a pair of pistols. I stared into her eyes and, without breaking eye contact, ran my fingers up her thigh and caressed her vagina through her saturated panties. I pulled her butt to the edge of the bed, removed the black lace off and got on my knees. Her pussy was as wet as I’ve ever seen. The froth was thick, rich and metallic in flavor. Her clitoris, as small as it was, was swollen and sensitive – I felt her thighs tighten around my head as my tongue parted her lips.

When I got back to my feet, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

“Shit…” I said.

“What is it??” she asked, sitting up.

“I forgot to get condoms.” I said, completely embarrassed. Though, in my defense, I wasn’t expecting this on the first date.

“Oh…” she replied. She kissed me deeply and pulled me back onto the bed.

“I really want to be inside you…” I said softly.

Adriana bit my ear and said, “you can pull out…”

As she led me into her, the tightness of her vagina nearly made me melt and, with her wet arousal overpowering the tightness, my cock slid inside effortlessly. Immediately after the head of my cock pressed into her cervix, reality took me by surprise. This was really happening.

Her body was fully stimulated but relaxed at the same time. Her breasts rocked atop her chest as I thrust myself into her firmly and tenderly. With one muscular arm propping me up, I ran my hand through her hair and raised her head to mine until our lips locked. She squeezed my pecks while we took in the feeling of my tongue and cock inside her simultaneously. A powerful wave of euphoria beamed through me as I realized what truly making love felt like: this.

I felt like I was losing my virginity escort yalova for a second time. That awkward, exciting feeling where you can’t believe this girl, is not only okay with it but, so clearly wants you inside her most intimate place. The place she not only has to remove all of her clothes to reveal but has to part her legs to present. Only she wasn’t a girl; she was a woman. Adriana was twice my age and, when she panted for me to go “deeper”, the tight embrace of her body and the firm wall of her cervix was just the confirmation my brain needed to know that age was no barrier that night. It was real, it was exciting, it was risky and it was so, so beautiful.

I kissed her neck. She kissed my chest. I squeezed her breasts and licked her nipples. She clenched my ass and nibbled on my ear. “Jake…” she gasped. Her body trembled as she began to orgasm, her vagina splashing wet onto everything below our waists. She pulled me in for a deep kiss as her legs wrapped tightly around me pulling me deeper into her. Her entire body tightened as she let out a whimper causing me to climax in turn. I forgot how to breath as the air from my lungs and seed from my penis escaped in a powerful blast. “Jake!” she gasped again as he held me tighter with each throb of my cock shooting more and more.

After the longest orgasm of my life began to subside, I rested my body on top of hers in a moment of total exhaustion. Adriana laid speechless catching her breath – her hands gripping the sheets and legs wrapped around my hips, unwilling to let go.

A couple minutes went by before either of us moved.

Adriana kissed me gently on the lips before releasing me from between her thighs.

“I’m so sorry…” she said, “I should have let you pull out.”

“I should have told you that I was close.” I replied.

I got up to my knees on the bed and rested my body weight on my thighs. Adriana sat up on her elbows and looked at me nervously while biting her lower lip, her legs still spread. I looked on in post-orgasmic faintness at her beautiful, voluptuous, 42 year old body: her hair askew, her skin glowing, her body vibrating. The sheets under her butt were drenched, her thighs and vagina glistening in fluid. She reached between them to feel an absurd amount of white ooze from between her labia and down her crack before looking back at me with big, nervous eyes.

“I’m so sorry…” she said again. “I didn’t want to let go.”

“It’s okay, really.” I replied, unsure if I would have been able to stop if given the opportunity. “Are you on birth control?”

“No…” she said in an embarrassed tone. “Should we get Plan B?”

“Should we?”

“I mean…” She reached down again, this time cupping herself. “I’m really fertile.”

“What did you mean by that?” I asked as my heartrate elevated.

“Like I get pregnant really easily.” She said nervously.

“How easily?” My cock was hard again. In an unforeseen turn of events, talking pregnancy with an older woman in relation to my young semen was strangely and overwhelmingly arousing.

“Like,” she started, seeing my cock grow harder, “you probably just got me pregnant.” I leaned in and kissed her – she breathed heavily as she kissed me back. “I really like you,” she continued, “I’m sorry if this ruins everything.” I ran my hand down her cheek to her breast, down to her stomach and between her thighs; it was a crime scene. “You came so much…” yalova escort bayan We shared a long and intimate kiss while I fingered her sticky clitoris. Scared and unsure of what was happening, she asked, “What do you want to do?”

I rolled her onto her stomach and reentered her bare. She panted as I penetrated her deeply, the way you only can from behind. She looked back at me and pulled me into another kiss. As our lips separated, I pulled my body back. I gripped her wrist with one hand and her hip with the other and made love to Adriana for the second time.

I stared down at Adriana. The sweet, adorable mother of two from dinner earlier was completely naked. Her fertile body was unprotected and my young cock wanted her that way. Despite the fact that, when she was 20, I was just being born – or that my own mother was two years older than her – or maybe even because of that – one thing was certain; the whole of my virility was experiencing its deepest desire and I was actively drowning out the voice in my head that kept asking ‘what would your family say when you bring home a pregnant 42 year old girlfriend?’

“Cum inside me, Jake…” she said in orgasm. “I want you so bad…”

I woke up to the sun on my face the next morning. My skin was sticky from sweat and my penis felt raw. Adriana’s breasts were pressed up against my ribcage – her leg resting over mine with her vagina on my thigh. I could feel everything I so passionately injected into her that night slowly seeping out. I felt exhausted.

She caressed my chest as she tilted her head back to meet mine. She kissed me softly. “Good morning, my love,” she said with a smile.

“Good morning.” I replied groggily. “How many times was that?”

“Seven!” her face was glowing. I had to kiss her again. Then again. “So,” she whispered. “We should probably go to Walgreens, right? For the pill?”

“I think so.” I replied. As exhilarating as the night was, it was pretty reckless.

“I still want to be with you though…” she said softly.

“So do I.” I said. It wasn’t a lie but I didn’t know how to tell her how poorly our relationship would be received by my friends and family.

“Good.” She said as she kissed me again. “Because I’m falling for you.”

After making love to my new secret, (much) older girlfriend one more time, we were in my car heading to the drug store. Our clothes from the night before still looked more than presentable having only been worn for a couple of hours. I looked over at Adriana who, still coming down from an overstimulating 12 hours, was giving herself the once-over in the flip-down mirror.

“Jeez.” She mumbled.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She replied. “I just look like I was up to no good.”

“You and me both.” Her blouse was unbuttoned one step lower than the night before and somehow made her breasts look even larger.

“It’s weird.” She said.

“What is?”

“Thinking I could be pregnant right now.”

“I know exactly how you feel.” I replied as we continued down the street. She promptly rushed in for a kiss.

“I’m not sure you do.” She pulled my hand of the stick shift and put it on her stomach. “It felt right last night.”

“It felt amazing.” I said trying not to commit to anything too soon. “We’re so far apart in age though…”

“Age is just a number.” She quickly replied.

“And those numbers are 22 and 42.”

“And yet here we are…” she said as we pulled into the drug store parking lot. “About to go in holding hands and ask the pharmacist of the morning after pill.” We kissed a little while longer before meeting each other eye to eye once again.

“Are we going in?” I asked.

“Soon.” She put my hand on her stomach one more time. “I just want to enjoy this for a little while longer.”

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Chapter 2: Coming to America

We many of you know of my little trip to Mexico. I hope you remember the lovely Anna. Well I had hoped to somehow get her to America. Anna and I had keep in close contact, for the few weeks between our first meeting and my driving down to San Diego to try and figure a way to get her across the boarder.

After hours and hours of waiting I got the phone call, in the motel room I had rented. I had told Anna to call me when she had gotten to the town of Rosarito.

“Hello,…Eric? It’s me Anna.”

“Anna1 I was worried. Is everything okay?”

“Yes I well be at the spot, at 10:00 pm. You will have to transportation ready?”

“Yes I am going to pick up the boat at 8:30pm.”

“Well then I better go and get in position. I love you Eric!”

“I love you too, Anna! I well be there and waiting for you!”

With that the plan was set in motion. At 8:30 pm it was already beginning to get dark, and the boat was gassed and ready. I got in the boat and started off to south of the border. It took about a few hours to go out far enough to not be seen by the Border Patrol. About 9:45 pm I got to the position, and dropped anchor about two hundred yards of the coast of Rosarito. The sea seemed to calm and not too wavy. After dropping anchor I set a spot aimed about four or five feet away from the boat onto the salt water.

After few minutes I heard a slight splashing, and then the words I had wait for the last three weeks.

“Hey! Hey, it’s me!”

There in the water was Anna swimming up to the edge of the boat. I helped her into the boat. She pulled herself into the boat, and up came the anchor and off we went north. Anna set drying off with the towels I had brought. I watched her as she dried her long tan legs, and patted down the crouch of her bikini bottoms. She then reach to her side and pulled the bikini top loose from her tits. In the dark of the night sea, I could see only then yellow cloth of the bikini moving and sliding off her firm thighs.

After a few minutes, Anna came to set next to me as I drove the boat at top speed to get back to the docks. She began to kiss and nibble at my neck sending goose bumps up my spin and set blood to my cock hard and fast! I began to think of all the pleasure we had shared that night in Mexico.

It seemed like forever before we saw the lights of the dock. After tying the boat to the dock and dropping the keys off in the night drop slot. Anna and I made for my car. She had brought no clothes only the sweats I had brought her from home.

Kissed deeply in the car, me feeling her firm tits, and her foundling my rock hard cock. We drove straight up to my home,..our home. It was already morning by the time we finally drove into the drive way of the house. Anna had fallen asleep on the long drive home. I sat for a moment looking at her dark tan skin, even more tan now, after the weeks she had stayed in Rosarito. She slept, very heavily it took quite a bit to wake her be the poor dear had, swum at least two hundred yards out to a boat and had to change in the dark, I could only image the strain it had put on her.

“Anna, ..Anna we’re home.”

Her big brown eyes fluttered open and the bright sun caused her to squint to keep out the full rays of the sun. She and I walked hand in hand to the front door.

“This is your home?”

Anna’s eyes grew huge taking in the whole of the house. It’s was not a big house by any means, but too her is was like a mansion. Anna walked slowly around the living room, timidly touching things as if afraid she would break something.

“No, this is not my house.”

She turned sharply, with a frightened look on her face.

“It is our house Anna. Yours and mine.”

With that Anna came rushing into my arms, and kissing and licking my face and mouth. I smoothed her jet black hair back. Sweeping loose strains out of her face. I told her to make herself at home as I checked to phone message. The same boring things, work, relatives, and tella marketers. Anna timidly looked around the house; the kitchen, the den, and when she found the bedroom, All I heard, was a gleeful giggle of excitement.

I entered the bedroom to find her gazing out the sliding glass doors to the pool area. I quietly crept up behind her, and goosed her butt. She jumped like she was shot. She spun around and began to playfully hit me. After a moment she asked in a shy and devilish voice.

“When can we go get me new clothes?”

The smile trabzon escort on her face and the gleam in her eye told me she was willing to do a lot for the new clothes. Slowly she lowed herself to the soft carpeted floor and knelt before me. She smiled as she reached up and unbuttoned my jeans. Licking her lips she slowly unzipped them jeans and let them fall to the floor. I had chosen not to wear drawers this day thankfully. The look of surprise on her face said that she had missed me as much as I had missed her.

“Here take off your clothes Eric. And let’s get on the bed.”

I quickly jerked off my shoes and shirt. Happily jumping on the bed watching Anna, slowly pulling the sweat shirt up and over her head. Her tits showed defined tan lines, small triangles framing the deep dark brown nipples, like small mounds of brown sugar. She smiled see the full on erection, I was slowly rubbing.

“Stop that now. I’ll be there with something far better then a hand to wrap around that big hard cock Poppi!”

Anna turned away from me and slowly bent over as she pulled down the old sweat pants I had brought her to wear. As she pulled them down I could she must have be tan somewhere very private for the thong lines were as defined as the ones up above. And that’s when I saw the sack of nuts, I had only a few weeks ago, gently fondled as I had fuck her butt on last time before heading back to the ship.

“So you like my body still?”

The why she asked and the way she looked over her shoulder batting her eyes. Made me speechless, all I could do was nod my head, dumfounded by the hot latina body before me. She turn to reveal a semi erect cock only slightly darker then the skin around in, much like her nipples. The area surrounding her cock, was cleanly marked with tan lines as well.

Slowly she climbed onto the foot of the bed and began to lick at my balls, and cock. My eyes rolled back into my head, as I felt the warmth of her mouth once again surrounding , my swollen cock. Finally regaining my voice, I asked, in between the heavy breathing come from me, and the tan.

“So where did you tan in such a small thong? bet you had a hell of a time keep that dick of yours from falling out.”

Anna left her head and looked at me as she continued to engulf my cock. After a second or two she began to lick the shaft, and explain the new tan lines.

“The weeks after you left, I keep on gettin’ pimped out by Carlos. I hope you don’t mind, but I want us to tell the truth to one another. Anyways, I rented a small room, above the bar we meet in and used the little room in the back, for tricks. Well the room I rented above the bar had a opening that led to the roof of the building no one went up there, so while I waited for you to figure out how to get me here I laid out during the day, and worked of a night.”

God the thought of Anna getting fucking by other guys, made my cock start to jerk. Anna noticed right away. And went back to sucking it lovingly. Deep throating me as I gasped out my answer to question, of did I mind.

“How many…many gu..guys did you fuck?”

“I fucked about 100, give or take. And sucked off about 50 or uh hundred. Does that make you mad?”

I thought of all the cum she had had on her face and firm tits. All the cum that been in her ass. It made me want to see her with them, sucking and licking maybe two or three at a time. My mind raced, as I began to grab her head and force my cock further into her throat.

“No baby! I think I am going to cum in your throat, think about all the guys fucking you. All the cum in your ass. I bet your shit cum for days. When was the last guy?”

I released Anna’ head and she moved up next to me. We lay facing each other only a few inches apart. Anna’s cock had become rock hard too and for the first time I was able to see it clearly. She still had for skin hiding the head of her cock.

“No! No! No cumming yet, Poppi. As for all the cum but my ass I made most of them use rubbers, the ones that didn’t I made them pay me more, only about 25 or 30 came on ass hole. Does that make you want to fuck me even more Poppi?”

I nodded as she spit on her hand and began to pull on my cock gently. I too lubed up my hand and reached down to grab hold of her cock. It felt fuller, bigger then I had remembered.

” Hmmmmm, let me think the last guy? The last one that fucked me. Or that I sucked off?”

“Both! I want details, Anna! I am so fucking horny! escort trabzon Let me fuck you in the butt while you tell me!!”

Anna giggled and shook her head.

“No wait a minute, let’s work you up and get you REAL HORNY!”

With that she climbed up on my lap. I was hoping she’d set on my cock facing me, telling me all her dirty fuck stories. But instead sat just below it. It looked as if one of us had two hard cock sticking out. I continued, stroking her as she began her first story.

“Well the last guys I was with I fucked, so we’ll save that for second. I last guy I sucked was the day before I headed to Rosarito. He was a black dude. Hung!”

The precum began to leak from my cock and Anna’s.

“His name was Malcolm, he said he just needed a quick get off. I guess he was head off to another town. Carlos got $35.00 out of him and he told me the black guy outside was waiting for a blow. So I went outside and found him. I am he’s name that’s when he told me just call him Malcolm. I led down the alley to go to the back and he stopped about twenty feet from the street, almost to the back alley, and said he didn’t have time here would do. He unzipped his panted and whipped out a huge black cock, it was still a little limp so I dropped to my knees and started licking his long…black shaft, and kissing on the head. His balls were still inside his jeans.”

As Anna told me of this last blow job, I began to think of how I could get a guy to do this again to her in front of me.

“After he was good…and HARD! I began to suck him in. I could only get about 3/4, his dick in me. And you know how I can deep throat. Well after I had him in as far as I could, and I had almost nine or ten inches in me, he grab my head and started fuck my mouth! Shoving his cock further and further in me. I was starting to gag when I felt his hot cum shoot down my throat. I pulled off and he told me he was going to finish on “my fuckin’ Mexican slut face. And God did he!!”

With that I couldn’t take anymore I was about to cum.

“Anna, pleassse!! Let me fuck you! Please!”

Anna smiled and licked her lips. She climbed off but didn’t assume the position I had hoped, doggie style. Instead she sat next to still stroking me, and said in a devilish voice.

“You want me?”

I nodded with anticipation.

“Beg me. Make me believe you want this ass hole!”

With that she got on her all fours. And presented herself too me. Teasing me with a sweet little A hole. I lend forward and inhaled the smell. Licking at her ass hole and shack hang like a set of bowling balls.

“Anna please baby, let me fuck you, and we can go later and get you some new clothes!”

I hoped that would do it but she pulled away, as I tried to stick my tongue in her A hole.

“Can I have nighties too? And a new bath suit?”

I would have bought out Victoria Secrets, for a chance to get up in her now. I nodded hungrily. I lend over to the night stand to get the lube and Anna stopped me.

“I don’t need lube anymore. My ass is loose like a fucked pussy! Get up here in me so I can tell you the last guy I fucked!”

With that I jump up on my knees and positioned myself to go in. I spit a little on my hand to rubbed my cock before pointing the head of it at her ass hole. I pushed only a little, and her ass hole swallowed up cock up, like she relaxed her butt hole sooo much, it just guided in. It was still warm and tight, not as tight as I had remember but still nothing like some of the pussies I had been with in the past. I began to pump, and Anna began the finally tales, of her last day as a hooker.

“Well you remember when I called you at the motel. Well I had just finished off with this guy.”

Now that was a shock. I had know she had gotten to Rosarito, only the day before, had she found a pimp to get her a trick that quick. I continued to listen, pumping, knowing I was close. I lend forward and reached around for Anna’s hard cock, she too had precum leaking.

“Well I had got to Rosarito the day before and I thought I could just sleep at the bus station, but the station attendee, said too move on. So I had to use what I had left, of the money I had to get room. Well the next day I knew I needed to get to the beach but I was sooo hunger, I went to the taco stand and just hung around hoping that someone would not eat all their food. Well this Mexican guy, was watching me and he must have known I was hunger. trabzon escort bayan Well he motioned me over to where he was standing, and in Spanish asked if I was hunger. I told him yes, and I was willing to work for it. With that he, told me to follow him. I followed him to the back of the taco stand to the bathrooms. He pointed to the door and I went in. It was smelly like piss, and shit was smeared on the wall. I told him I needed food and some change to make a call. I nodded and I pulled down my drawers. The bathroom was dark and the angle he was at he did see my cock. I bent over and grab the filthy toilet seat and told him to put on a rubber and I’d guide it in. He said, “Fuck you bitch, I ain’t got no rubber.” and started to move forward, well I was so hunger I grabbed his cock, and guided it in. It was about as big as mine. He started pumping, and called me dirty things, like fuckin slut, bitch, cocksucker.”

As Anna continued the story I began to think, she called me only minutes later, and didn’t have time to take a shower or clean up. At that moment I realized my cock was mixing it up with this guy cum. I began to feel the excitement coming over Anna as she relived her fuck. Her cock began to jerk and quiver, and cum shot forth, on the bed, on my hand everywhere, Anna quiver and looked back. I pulled my hand up to my face and smelled the salty aroma, of her cum, She’s seemed really horny, watching me smell her cum. Then for the first time in my life I stuck out my tongue and let it touch her cum. The taste, was familiar, yet different. I had tasted my own cum before in small amount, but this cum tasted exotic, foreign. Anna marveled that I cared about her sooo much as to share her body fluids.

“Ohhh, Poppi! That is so sexy!! How do you like? You wanta cum in butt like the fucker who loosened me up for you!”

I nodded as I began to taste more of her cum.

“Well he was going at it and then all of a sudden I felt his hot cum shot in butt. I even shot a load myself, feeling the ruff way he was fucking me. He pulled out and told me I was a good bitch with a loose hole. I pulled my panties, up and asked for my money. He dropped some money on the floor of the bathroom into the piss, and other liquids, on the floor. It was mainly change and I told him, “Hey I want money for food.” He laughed and said, “You want money for food, you think you can handle another fuck!?!” I thought for a minute and thought yeah why not. But then I thought and told him, “I want the money up front.” He reached in his pocket again and pulled a dirty wadded up dollar bill. Waving it at me he said this was enough for food. I started to stand up and turn around again for a fuckin, but he said no just get no my knees. I knelt feeling the piss on the floor all over my knees, his cock was still out and cum still leaked a little. I took a lick of it his cum tasted bitter, it being mixed with my own shit. But I just closed my eyes, and started blowing, deep throating to get it over as fast as I could. It took only a few licks and sucks to get it hard again after about five minutes his rock hard cock shot a little load on my face. He turned and walked out as I stood and tried to clean up.”

As Anna said those final word of “he shot a little load on my face.” I came hard in her, she even quivered a bit feeling the impact of my shoving and the hot load of cum mixing with the other guys.

I pulled out and laid down on the bed, Anna smiled and moved into a 69 position. Her cock as well as mine own, was only semi hard, but she gobbled mine down, and I looked at her’s. Cum still leaked from the wrinkled for skin. I gentle took her cock and slowly pulled back the for skin, the head of her cock, was beat red, and still had cum, around the bottom of the head. I kiss it gently getting some the cum on my lips. Anna sucked all the harder when she felt the little kisses on her dick. I told myself that I love Anna, and that she has already came so it wasn’t like she was going to shot a load in me. I bashfully opened my mouth and inserted her dick in it. The taste was like the cum only more so coming right from the fountain. As soon as I left the semi hard cock in mouth I knew I have to blow Anna full on someday soon. Anna’s cock as well as my own began to harden. The feeling of a hard cock gently rocking into and out of my mouth, sent me back to the days of being a baby like suck on a bottle.

We lay there lick and suck talking, about the feelings she was feeling. After a good half, neither of us cumming again, but getting plenty of precum on both ends, we showered and dress to go shopping. She wore a pair of my old jean and a t-shirt with no bra, and I dressed causal as well. It was only about 1:30pm when we headed out to do some shopping.

Well let me tell you we still had a big day ahead of us, and plenty of energy to get it done.

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The Insatiable Boy Ch. 05

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Hey guys! Here’s another chapter of The Insatiable Boy. This one involves cheating, straight play, bareback sex, cum eating and the usual raunchy stuff. Let me know what you guys think- I read all the comments and appreciate all feedback.

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Chapter 5: Gavin plays house with the neighbor

I left Reese’s room a little before lunch- having been thoroughly fucked and leaving him completely drained. He ran his fingers through his hair as I got dressed, sporting my backpack like a kid ready for his first day of school. We exchanged numbers and he asked for my schedule, putting a reminder in his calendar for the next time I’m working the graveyard shift.

He eased a finger along my side, saying, “Gotta make sure I don’t cum leading up to it, so that way I’ll have more to give you.”

“Sounds like a deal, dude.” I said as we both snickered.

He placed his hands on my face, rubbing his thumbs against my lips before I took it in my mouth and sucked softly. He laughed at that before pulling me into a kiss- this one was even more passionate than all the ones before.

“Thanks for all the fun, Gav.” He said, cementing our platonic nature.

I smiled, happy to be able to have both sides of this with him, “Let me know when we can do this again” I said, leaving the possibility open.

“Definitely”, he replied before I turned and left.

I walked down the stairs and took a peek at the front desk, seeing one of the new hires, Milo, aimlessly looking at his phone. I swear, each of us employed here at Graham are severely overpaid based on the lack of work we actually do. Milo heard me coming and looked up, giving me a surprised look as he noticed I’d come down from the dorm floors.

He opened his cute mouth, as if wanting to ask why I’d been up there, but I beat him to it. I yelled out to him, saying, “Have a good shift” and added a wink which got a slightly embarrassed reaction from him.

Milo was cute- sporting a green university hoodie and backwards baseball cap. I remember seeing him during one of our early staff meetings, having just been hired due to a lack of filled positions. He was only a sophomore, yet the kid beat me by nearly a good foot in height. Other than the basics, I couldn’t tell you much about him as we hadn’t been on shift together yet. The only thing I really know about him is that he’s half black and half white or an “oreo” as he’d call it- a piece of info he used as his “fun fact” during one of our ice breakers. Something tells me that I should spend more time with him.

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Two days later, I’m coming back home from hanging with some friends. I get to the front of the entrance door and see the same shadowy figure coming out from a parked car. It’s like deja vu from the first night I met Nico and sure enough, I see his face as he comes into the light. It’s barely nine as we get back to the building, with him carrying a box of pizza and a six pack of Blue Moon. I haven’t seen him since that first night after I left him with probably more embarrassment that he’d liked. Still, I play it friendly- not wanting there to be this weird nervous energy around us. But that doesn’t mean I won’t poke fun at him for my enjoyment.

“I didn’t take Abby or baby Miguel for beer and pizza people.” I say as I hold the door open for him.

He gives me a thankful smile, replying, “It’s more for me- kinda been a while since I got to drink.”

Nico stops in the foyer, clearly not in a rush to get away from me or this conversation. “So what’s the occasion?” I ask, leaning back against the mailboxes.

“It’s kind of a bittersweet one.” He admits, shifting his weight, “We were supposed to head over to Abby’s sister’s house for the weekend but I was told at noon that I had to stay late and wouldn’t be able to leave when we were supposed to. Abby was pissed and decided that she’d take Miguel by herself and that I could meet them when it was convenient for me.”

Nico gives me that look that even he’s surprised at how freely he opened up to someone he barely knew. But being new to this town, I had a sense that he probably doesn’t have many people around that he’s close to. I put a hand on his shoulder, trying to be nice, but not daring to overstep.

“That’s rough man. But all couples fight, I guess.” He nods, “How come you’re not on your way now?”

He shrugs, “It’s a three hour drive so I wouldn’t get there until midnight when everyone would be asleep. Plus, I think Abby just needs to cool down before I try and talk to her again.”

“Makes sense” I say, really having no idea on the ins and outs of relationships. “Can’t say I have much experience with pissed off girlfriends.” I start off, getting a laugh from him. “But I do know that it’s best to let things settle before you try and resolve them.”

“Amen to that.” Nico said, giving me a smile. He starts walking up the stairs but turns back to me, “Say, do you wanna come up for a little bit? I really can’t finish either of these by myself.” He said, lifting up the boxes of pizza and beer.

“Are adana escort you sure?”

Nico nodded yes and gave me a kind smile, “Yeah”

I shrugged my shoulders, wanting to see where this leads, “Alright, yeah I’ll come over.”

Nico led us up the stairs and into his apartment. I stayed close behind, like I was being given a tour into his world. Yet, the place seemed like he didn’t have much input. Nico was a typical guy’s guy- stripping off the jacket I assumed his wife picked out for him and setting it aside along with the typical meat lover’s pizza and beer. I looked around, seeing what I pictured a girl’s Pinterest board would look like.

“Nice place.” I said, remembering my manners.

“Thanks.” He said as he popped into the kitchen. He shouted out, “I can’t say I had much to do with decorating it.” He came back with two places and some coasters for the beer that he set on the wooden coffee table. “I didn’t even have a matching set of plates before Abby and I moved in together.”

“Can’t say that I do, either.” I admitted, thinking about all the mismatched stuff I’d accumulated from Target.

Nico handed me a beer as I helped myself to some pizza. “Are you even old enough to drink?” He asked, only half concerned.

“Nah, I’m not.” I replied, not feeling the need to lie. Nico paused for a half second then shrugged his shoulders and undid the cap anyway. We clanked our bottles together and took two big sips.

Nico turned to me, “Look I wanted to apologize for getting in your business the last time- it really wasn’t my place.” He softened his look, “But thank you anyway. It hasn’t been easy with the new baby and all, so I appreciate you being considerate.”

I nod, “You guys seem nice, so I’m not trying to be one of those rowdy neighbors who’s a pain in the ass.” He thanks me again and takes another long sip of his beer.

Nico’s looking off into the distance, letting the bitter taste settle on his tongue before gulping down. He’s lost in thought- with me visibly seeing his head get intertwined with a million different things going on.

“Has everything been ok?” I ask. At this point, I feel like Nico invited me over because he needed to vent. And really, I meant what I said about them being nice. The last thing I need is an ongoing spat with my neighbors.

“Not really.” Nico says, finishing his beer, He sighs, letting go of that last hesitation as to whether or not he’s going to tell me. “My wife’s stressed because she spends all day taking care of the baby while I’m off busting my ass to make enough for us to live comfortably.” He looks at me, pointing the empty bottle in my direction, “And then we barely get to spend like two hours together before she’s off to bed, exhausted, leaving me to watch the baby”

He sets the bottle down, “And listen to you get pounded six ways to Sunday.”

We laugh for a minute, feeling that frozen lake of tension crack between us. He grunts, “Dude she’s barely even touched my dick since Miguel has been born.”

“Damn that sucks.”

Nico reaches for a second beer as I’m still nursing my first, “How old are you anyway?”

“20” I reply.

He chuckles, “Shit I’m only five years older than you. Life comes at you quick.”

I laugh with him before we both fall into silence. I look forward, seeing that family photo of them up on the wall. It’s one of those pictures that look perfect until you really examine it. I see Nico, smiling but definitely uptight. Right now, he’s rolled up his sleeves and is leaning back into the couch drinking a beer with his feet up. It’s like this is how he really is and finally gets to be.

Nico leans in and I catch his hazel eyes digging into me. In a slow, but determined move, he brings his hands up to my face and pulls me into a kiss. It’s not powerful like Kareem’s or playful like Reese- his is passionate and strong.

I pull off him, giving us some space. He seems surprised at this as he shakes his head, “Shit. Did I read this wrong? Fuck I’m sorry.” He says, inching his way back.

“No it’s okay.” I said, still tasting his lips on mine, “Was just surprised is all. You’re- you’re married.”

“I know” He says, still holding onto my collar, “But fuck, it felt good to be kissed like that again. It’s been so long.”

Only two beers in, Nico is still very much coherent- not slurring his words or making any indication that he’s being taken advantage of. “Are you sure?” I ask, still needing a yes.

“I am.”He replies, fondling the fabric of my collar just waiting for my response.

I lean into him, granting him another kiss and entrance into my mouth. Nico holds my face and I can feel that metal ring on his finger as it brushes against my skin. He’s hungry- like a man who hasn’t been intimate in a while and needs to let loose. We’re both turned to each other, making out as the AC in the apartment seemingly goes out as the two of us build up heat.

Nico pulls away to rip off my shirt, followed by his. adana escort bayan He has a light tan that runs all over his body like a boy who spends a lot of time outdoors. He reaches for my nipples and gives them a gentle twist.

“Disappointed?” I tease, knowing it’s not exactly the type of chest he’s used to.

He leans in and latches onto my nipple with his teeth. He gently bites down, swirling his tongue around the hardened nub. “Not at all.”

I pull him back up, needing more of his mouth. Nico continues to kiss me until his mouth no longer tastes like beer, only him. I undo the button of my pants as he slips a finger into my mouth. I bite down a bit, playing with him as he continues to stroke my face with his other hand. Then, I latch onto his ring finger, sucking it down to the knuckle and swirling my tongue all over the metal ring. I wrap my lips around it, pulling it off with my mouth and presenting it on my tongue. Nico’s eyes grow wide when he sees what I’ve done, but he doesn’t stop me. He reaches into my pants, stroking me a little. I take the ring from my mouth and place it on my own finger, proudly displaying it as he pulls me close.

“You like that, don’t you?” He asks, feeling the piece of metal as we brush our hands together.

I give him an excited nod, not really sure where this side of me came from. Unlike some gay dudes, I don’t often prey on straight guys in hopes of being the one that turns them. Similarly, married guys are off the table. But Nico seems to be the exception to both- and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t into him.

“Do you do this a lot?”

“Cheat on my wife?” He asks.

I shake my head, “Have sex with dudes.”

Nico pulls my pants down to my ankles then plays with my bulge through my briefs. “No to both questions.” He undoes his own pants until the two of us are sitting there, barely covered up. “We used to have sex all the time until she got pregnant. Even after she gave birth, I had to settle for watching porn and jerking off.”

I reach down and feel Nico’s hard cock on his boxers. Just my touch alone has him throbbing- like it’s the first time it’s felt a hand other than his. “It’s like being a teenager all over again.”

He guides my hand over to the waistband and I slip inside. Nico leans into my ear, “Except I was getting laid all the time back then.” He gives me a taste of that killer smile and it doesn’t take a genius to know that he’s not exaggerating. I silence that little voice in my head that says what we’re doing is wrong and instead, choose the notion that I’m just helping a friend in need.

Nico strips off his shirt, exposing that beautifully tanned skin hidden underneath his business casual outfit. He’s beefy, with all of his muscles protruding in his short frame. It’s here that I realize how hot he is- giving all the other guys i hook up with a run for their money. He lets me stare at him for a minute, even posing as I do. Nico must like being the center of attention again.

He hooks a finger in my waistband and pulls me close, kissing on my neck. “So you wanna play house with me? Call you over whenever my wife can’t meet my needs?” He asks, sucking on my skin and sure to leave a mark.

“Fuck yes” I say, feeling his hand on my own cock. “How long has it been since you fucked her?”

He sinks his teeth into my neck before kissing it and pulling off. Nico presses his forehead into mine, staring into my eyes.

“About four months.” He says, like a predator seeking out his first kill, “So, I really need to put my load in someone.”

I hear my breath hitch as he tells me this. He takes my hand and brings it up to his mouth. I watch as Nico kisses his own ring on my finger, lightly pressing the metal down as a reminder.

“Come fuck me in your bed.” I say, kissing him. “Breed me like you need to.”

Nico grabs me by the hand, and leads me into the bedroom. We nearly trip over some of his kid’s toys along the way before he pushes me onto the large king sized bed. It’s incredibly soft and comfortable, telling me that Abby must have picked it out. He jumps on top of me, putting his full weight on my body. I wrap my arms and legs around him as we kiss- not being afraid to give him as much attention as he needs. Unlike some of the other guys, he doesn’t tease me- not one to deny himself of this opportunity. He touches me almost like he knows it may be a while until he gets to do this again.

“Why don’t you let me suck that big dick?” I ask, holding onto his face.

He gives me that cocky grin and turns over to rest on the bed. Before I can even move myself down, he reaches over to the nightstand and faces yet another picture of him and Abby down. Somehow that turns me on even more, and so I sink down his crotch and inhale his musk. I move down to his balls, taking each one in my mouth and giving it a thorough washing with my tongue. I’ve learned to really work a dude’s balls in order to coax the biggest loads I can get from them. Girls never picked escort adana up on this trick, a fact made known as Nico pets me the entire time as I lovingly suck on his nuts. This brings his cock to life, standing straight up and resting on my forehead. Nico’s thicker than most of the guys I’ve been with, second only to Daddy. He’s not quite as long as Kareem or Reese, but I just know his girth will make up for it.

I grab Nico’s cock by the base of his pubes, feeling that thick piece of meat in my hand. Nico’s uncut as suspected, and absolutely leaking so much precum out of that uncut tip. I press it against my pouted lips like I’m applying chapstick which makes Nico chuckle. His juices are sweet, and with a cock like this, it’s a damn shame that his wife doesn’t appreciate it as much as I do. I press on his cockhead just underneath the slit and slowly pull down his skin like I’m unwrapping a candy bar. I get an idea as I do this- wanting to pull out a party trick I know Nico will love. I angle my mouth towards his cock and push down, thankfully feeling no resistance as I take him fully down my throat. Nico presses his hands into my shoulders, nearly pushing me from what I assume is a sensation he hasn’t felt in a long time.

“Holy fuck, Gavin. Give a guy a warning next time.” He says, catching his breath as I pull off his dick with a pop. I managed to get it all the way down my throat; his head and foreskin ledged deep in me.

I sloppily kiss on the shaft, coating it with more spit as I reply, “I just figured it had probably been a while since you had that done to you.”

Nico pulls me by my shoulders, sitting me square on his lap with his cock pressed into my ass. He kisses me playfully and grabs my hand, rubbing his thumb against his ring I’m wearing.

“You’re such a good little homewrecker, you know that?”

I blush a bit, reveling in how wrong all of this is. But instead, I choose to play along with this game we’d started, determined to see it through. I go back down, slurping on his big dick while kneading his balls with my fingers.

“Do I suck this better than she does?”

“You do.” He says, running his fingers through my hair and rubbing my cheeks. “She’s never been able to take all of it-” he gives me a wicked grin “either down her throat or her pussy.”

“Is that right?” I ask, throating it once more.

He nods with a moan as he pulls me up once more. “You’re trouble, Gavin. My dirty little secret right next door.” I kiss him on the lips, letting my tongue slip inside and taste him.

“I plan on using you even when she gets back.” Nico reaches down to cup my ass. “This definitely won’t be the last time I get to play with this.”

I kiss him back, biting down on his bottom lip as I pull away. He’s admitted that it’s been a while since he had sex, so I’m determined to get that first load out of him and treat him like the king he is.

I reach back and press his cock into my ass and feel him grinding into me like a boy who just wants to be let in. He’s flicking my nipples at the same time, looking up at me with so much lust. I swear I can lose myself in his eyes- those deep hazels that give boys like me false promises of stability and relationships. I know that this isn’t what we are- but Nico still gives me the promise that we’ll continue this along even when she comes back.

Nico holds me with one arm while reaching over to the nightstand to pull out a bottle of lube. He’d nearly emptied the drawer’s contents to find it- being buried deep underneath books and other stuff I assume belonged to him and where his wife wouldn’t find it. He lubes himself up and rubs the cool gel on my hole. Once he’s done, he moves his hands to rest on my waist. I push myself down, feeling that wet tip slip past my pucker. I continue to let my body fall, feeling his thick shaft stretch me out in the process.

“Fuck, you’re thick, Nico.” I say, breathing out to relax myself.

“And you’re tight as hell, baby.” He says, looking up at me with a smile.

He takes my hands, holding them tight as I start to bounce on his dick. My hole is still getting used to his girth- a fact that stays painted on my face. Nico enjoys this, feeding his macho ego that even the most experienced of bottoms has trouble taking him. Still, I’m determined to take it all. I bounce some more, feeling it slowly inch into me with every thrust. I’m thankful that we’re the only two tenants on this floor because there’s no way I can do this quietly. His apartment is filled with my moans and grunts as I take more of him in me.

Feeling like I’m ready, I dig my ankles underneath his thighs, anchoring me in place. I sat down, taking him in fully until his wild pubes brush against my ass. My mouth opens, letting out a series of hard breaths as I feel that thick cock press against my walls.

“Holy shit.” I yell out, trying to get used to his size.

Nico lovingly pulls my face into his. He’s caressing my face and rubbing at my back, planting a series of kisses along my cheeks. “You did it baby. You’re the first one to take all of it!”

I beamed hard, feeling quite proud of myself as our hands interlocked. I bounced up, moving my hips and using his cock to loosen up my hole. These motions shook the entire bed as Nico held me still. Ready for more, I lifted myself up into a squat while still holding hands.

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I went to Montreal for gay pride with a few friends. I was constantly horny with all those hot fucking men around, but was unable to act because I was sharing a hotel room with two of my friends. One morning I woke up at 6 a.m. feeling so horny. I decided to go out and cruise. I got dressed and packed poppers, cock ring and lube then took off. I passed a Sauna, which I understood to be a gay bathhouse. So I decided to try it out. Of course it was early morning so I didn’t expect much. At least I could watch a porno tape and jack off.

I got a room and walked around. There were a few people around and the staff was cleaning the place up from the night before so it was pretty much what I expected. I went to my room and lay on my stomach to show off my well muscled ass and to send the clear message that I was looking for cock, especially to get fucked. I was so horny.

Almost immediately, I looked up and saw a couple of guys looking into my room as they passed. They looked pretty hot. I hadn’t seen them earlier. As they passed my room I was wondering if they were together or just cruising close together. Anyway they passed. A few minutes later they were back. One was tall around 6’2″ with light hair and looked around 35. He had a smooth slender body and classic handsome face. The other was Puerto Rican, slender with tats and a belly button ring. I heard the tall guy whisper to the other, “Pretty hot ass.” I watched as they both came into the room mersin escort and closed the door. The PR guy immediately got between my legs and shoved his tongue into my ass. Then he began to eat. I fucking held my breath.

The taller guy leaned over and whispered into my ear. “This is my boy, he’s going to clean your hole out for me.” Then he told the PR,” That’s it eat that hole out, get it slick, yeah that’s it open him up.” He looked at me and said that his “pig” would get me wet and get me ready to get fucked. At this point he got on the bed and my head was between his legs. He had a beautiful cock. Then the PR started to really open me up and eat my fuck hole out like a mad man. He was moaning. He loved eating man butt. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. The tall guy then told the PR to eat my balls and get them wet. As the PR swallowed my second ball into his mouth, the tall guy shoved his big cock into my mouth. I started blowing him really good. I was so turned on at this point that I took his cock all the way down and held my breath. I was frozen in ecstasy. I had a huge uncut cock in the back of my throat and my balls were being washed down a hot Puerto Rican’s throat.

“Come on stud, get back on that hole and fill him up with your slimy spit. I wanna see that hole drip clean with your fucking saliva.” The PR got back on my hole and started pushing spit into my hole. It felt so fucking cool. The tall guy started telling me what was going to happen. He told me that my hole was going to be filled with drool and that he would fuck me deep and hard while his “pig” licked the juices that dripped from my hole while it was being fucked. This turned me on so much. At that point the tall guy put his finger into my hole along with the PR’s tongue. The tall guy started fucking my throat relentlessly while he fingered mersin escort bayan me. Then he added another finger and pulled my hole open. He told me to relax so he could see inside my hole. “There you are stud,” he said to the PR, “Now dribble spit into him. As another lunge from his cock hit the back of my throat, I could feel both of them dribbling saliva into me. The Puerto Rican was moaning and licking all around my pucker.

The tall guy pulled his cock out of my mouth and I realized that I was covered in my own saliva from being face fucked so well. I didn’t care. He had me get up on my knees with my ass off the edge of the bed. The Puerto Rican changed places and I started to suck his cock as he pushed it towards my face. I felt the tall guy’s breath on my fuck-hole and then shove his tongue in. Hot fucking tongue. Both these boys had their tongue in my ass and I didn’t know they existed 20 minutes earlier. Then the tall guy pulled my head back and asked me if I wanted some cock in my ass. I begged for it. He then gave me a hit of poppers and told the PR to guide his 8.5″ uncut cock into my hole. I felt the big head sliding around my hole and felt my fuck hole dripping. Then he got the head in. I went back down on the cock in front of me and swallowed. More poppers and I was moaning.

Slowly the tall guy shoved his cock into me until I felt his balls nudge my asshole. He took a hit of poppers and I knew it was coming, the fuck of my life. The Puerto Rican held my legs back while the tall guy fucked me with fervor, strength and a masculine pump that only comes when guys fuck. I was delirious.

The tall guy told the Puerto Rican bud to come around and suck his balls while he fucked. So he did. It was so fucking hot feeling him position himself between our legs. I could feel him lap the tall escort mersin guy’s balls and eventually he ran his tongue from his balls to my asshole. He licked like he was trying to slide his tongue in next to the tall guys cock. He was licking all around to get the ass juice as it dripped from the tall guys cock.

The tall guy pulled his cock out and shoved it into the Puerto Ricans mouth without missing a beat. He continued talking nasty to him, “Lick that ass juice off my cock, dude, Tell me you like the way it tastes.” All the Puerto Rican guy could do was slurp and lick. I realized I had several fingers in my ass then felt the tall guy’s cock slam back into me. I was so glad we were fucking again. But he pulled out almost as fast and flipped me onto my back. The Puerto Rican immediately dove onto my cock as my legs were lifted and bam! More cock in my ass. “Fuck me!, Yeah fuck me stud. Shove that cock into me and fuck me hard.” I got the ass pounding of my life. He just kept fucking me, pulling out and shoving it back in.

I lost it and blew my load. The Puerto Rican took my load in his mouth and started making out with the tall guy. I could see my cum dripping in between their lips- they were clearly getting off on sharing. The tall guy kept fucking me, hard. They were moaning together then I felt him pump and shoot 3 large spurts and 2 smaller ones into me. I clinched my ass tight to milk him as much as possible. The warmth sliding around inside me was amazing. He just held his cock in me as it pulsed.

The Puerto Rican got down between our legs again and licked around the tall guys cock as he slowly came down from his orgasm. When his cock plopped out noisily the Puerto Rican was all over it licking it clean; eating it and savoring every drop of it. Then he was all over my ass and licking and eating my hole out while the tall guy encouraged him. I could feel and hear him moaning into my hole to encourage me to push it out to him.

When he was done he and his boyfriend smiled and told me it was hot. I was spent. They wrapped their towels, grabbed their poppers, each kissed me again and they left. I realized I had just had one of the hottest fuck sessions of my life.

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Friday was relatively uneventful. I gave Dave a little flack but he was basically floating on cloud nine all day so there was no bringing him down. He was even so happy that he stood up for his ideas not just once but twice. Apparently, being thoroughly cucked gave him confidence. The mind is a many splendored thing I guess. Unfortunately, the best days often have the worst endings. I got a call just as I was getting ready to leave work.

“Hi, Master,” I heard Carly’s voice on the phone.

“Hey, babe. Shouldn’t you be on a plane right now?” I said, checking my watch.

“I’m sorry, Master. I got called in and will have to work all weekend,” she said with sadness. “I’m as upset as you are, Master.”

I was silent for a minute, frowning as we spoke. I lowered my voice and said, “I guess I’ll need to take my fill from your sister. And maybe her friends.”

“Oh you found some new prospects? Your harem grows mighty, Master,” she said and my frown turned immediately into a grin at her words.

“And what about you, slut? Have you found any prospects for me?”

“Maybe a couple, Master,” she said coyly, “Will you be coming to visit to inspect them soon?”

“I’m gonna try, sweetie. But for right now, I think you need a little punishment, don’t you?”

“Yes, please. Tell me what I can do to make amends for my failure, Master.”

“Write down the following words. Do you have a pen?”

“Yes, Master,” she said in a husky whisper.

“Slut, Whore, Fucktoy, Slant Tramp, Cumdump, Rape Meat, Chink”. Read it back to me, slut.”

She read the list back, trying to keep her voice down from her co-workers. “Good girl. Now each day, you’ll write a new one on your body somewhere with a sharpie. And you’ll refresh all the ones you’ve already written. Then you’ll video yourself edging with your new markings and email it to me. Understand?”

“Yes, Master. I agree. I’m so excited and… desperate. I hope you forgive me for failing you. You’re not mad are you?” she sounded so worried. I wanted to just hold her in my arms and protect her.

“Of course not, sweetie. It isn’t your fault. I’m not going to be mad.”

“Thank you, Master. Will you let me know about your conquests?”

“Of course, slut. Now get back to work. I expect a video from you tonight. And I’ll see you next Friday.”

“Definitely, Master.”

I hung up the phone, my good mood from earlier ruined. Sitting back in my chair, I thought about what I was going to do to fill time for the weekend. Absentmindedly, I finished up my work when inspiration struck. I snatched my phone and quickly texted Sherry.

Me to Sherry: Get your slut ass over to my apartment right now. Carly couldn’t make it and I’ll be feeling very frustrated and cruel.

Moments later she responded

Sherry: Yes, Master. Any special requests?
Me: Choker and stockings. When I open my door you better be wearing nothing else.
Sherry: ?? Yes, Master. I understand. Your pathetic chink cumdump will be sure to begin her humiliation early.
Me: Hurry, bitch!

Me to Carly: I made plans with your whore of a sister. I’ll be taking out my frustration on her tight, young holes tonight.
Carly: ???? I”m glad, Master. I’m only sorry that it’s my pathetic yellow holes that you won’t be punishing.
Me: Earn it for next week
Carly: I will, Master. I promise.

I rushed home and stripped out of my clothes to wait for Sherry in just my boxer trunks. I hadn’t been home ten minutes when I heard some high heels in the hall. Then some muffled talking voices and some laughter. The talking continued right outside my door. Curious, I got up and looked through the peephole. Sherry was standing there talking to my neighbor. She was wearing a trenchcoat and had it clutched tightly around her body. I could see her blushing and embarrassed. It was a comfortable 70ish degrees outside so the combined effect had her looking like she was doing exactly what she was doing. My neighbor kept talking, either oblivious or uncaring to her condition. After a couple minutes, she finally walked away and Sherry composed herself. With a quick glance down the hall, she dropped the trench coat. She had her hair up in a high ponytail which highlighted the wide velvet choker around her neck. The black lacy garter belt and stockings she wore would have looked classy if not for her state of public nudity. I could see her freshly shaven cunt glistening with arousal already and the only other thing on her was a bit of tape covering up some gauss over her right nipple. “Good girl,” I thought to myself. Protecting her piercing. She paused, apparently savoring the moment for a couple seconds before reaching up to knock on my door. That’s when I yanked it open. Her startled gasp filled the hallway and I simply grabbed her hair and hauled her inside, leaving her only bit of real clothing on the floor of the hallway.

“Took gaziantep escort you long enough, chink,” I snarled as I flung her over the arm of the couch. She yelped in surprise but remained motionless where I flung her, moving only enough to spread her legs lewdly for me. “Shut up, bitch,” I told her as I smacked her bountiful ass three times. “I’m going to fucking destroy your holes tonight. You wanted me cruel. Fuck you. You’ll get it, bitch,” I practically raged at her. My frustration at not being able to see Carly bubbling over. I pushed her face down into the sofa and picked my belt off the ground. I looped it around her neck and through the buckle like a leash then yanked. “You get one chance to stop and if you don’t stop now, I’m going to use you in unimaginable ways tonight you pathetic yellow whore,” I said with every bit of anger I could muster.

“Never stop,” she whispered. I flung her forward and slid my cock slowly into her cunt. She squirmed as I flexed inside of her, then pulled out and spread her ass cheeks with my thumbs. I positioned my cock at her ass and shoved in, firm and steady. Sherry wailed against the assault and her feet actually came off the ground, kicking and flailing to either side of me. I didn’t give her time to get used to it. Instead, I started pounding her ass right away. I held her back against me with the belt and proceeded to rail on her ass with my free hand, turning her lovely tanned skin pink then red then dark crimson. She screamed a litany of things ranging from “Yes’s and No’s” to horrifically degrading things, my favorite of which was “Rape your worthless chinadoll buttslut fuckpuppet!”

When I finally came, I pulled out of her now leaking ass and gave her a final smack on her sore butt cheek. “Clean yourself up, slant. Drip any on the way and you’ll be licking it off the floor.”

“Yes, Master,” she said with bowed head. She shuffled out of the room, the perfect little Asian concubine like she longed to be.

I fucked her more that night, trying everything I could think of to degrade her as much as possible. I called her every degrading name I could think of, especially the racist, vile ones that she seemed to really get off on. I spit on her and slapped her. I fucked her against the glass window. I dumped a load of cum in her cunt and ass and two on her face. Around midnight when I was finally finished, I tossed her out. But not before writing with Sharpie on her tit, “Slut”.

“Don’t wash it. Your sister is writing the same thing on herself. I’m going to keep it going all week. I’ll be at your dorm at 10 tomorrow for more, you pathetic gutter trash,” I told her as I opened the door to my apartment. Her trench coat was still on the floor but nobody was in the hallway so I shoved her out and made her hurriedly put her trench coat on in the hallway. She had a wispy smile on her ruined face as she reached in the pocket of the coat for her phone which she’d not even bothered to collect in all the rush. She quickly started texting. Moments later, I heard a beep from my phone. Then two more followed in relatively quick succession before I could pick it up.

From Sherry to Carly and I: Sis, you should upset Master more often. I just had the single best sexual experience of my life.

Picture from Sherry: It showed her in her trench coat in the elevator with the coat pulled wide and the marker writing clearly showing.

Picture from Carly: This one showed Carly with her legs spread, hands fingering a smooth, wet cunt and the word “SLUT” prominently written in big letters on her inner thigh.

I flipped back and forth between the two pictures for a moment. Not really sure which was hotter. I’d already cum four times in a night which is pretty ridiculous but this was making me think that maybe round five had been possible.

Me: You two certainly are sluts. Your little sister was a passable replacement for your tight, yellow whole, bitch. She also took everything I threw at her.
Sherry: Thank you, Master.
Carly: I’m glad, Master.
Me: I’ll be using her all weekend and next week. Maybe she’ll be a better trained little geisha slant than you by the end of the week.
Carly: I hope so, Master. Your God like white cock only deserves the best. ????
Me: I want both of you to find your biggest dildo and shove it in your cunt before you go to sleep tonight. Enjoy a fitful night of frustration.
Carly: Thank you, Master.
Sherry: Thank you, Master.

I shook my head, such perfect little sluts. If they weren’t actually bred for this, they certainly made up for it in enthusiasm and submission.

I showed up the next morning at Sherry’s dorm. Louise answered the door wearing only a T-Shirt. Her tight little gymnast body was almost completely on display, “Hey Mr. S. Sherry said you’d be… cumming.”

“Maybe more than once. I hope that’s okay?” I said with a smile as I loomed over the small girl. Before Louise could respond, Starla interrupted with a cough.

“There are people in the room. escort gaziantep And he already has two girls, Louise,” she said. She was sitting on the couch wearing her own provocative outfit. Tight, short yoga shorts and a relatively skimpy sports bra.

“Four actually,” I said for clarity. Starla shot me a look of total amusement and Louise just stared. “Is Sherry here?”

Suddenly, Sherry walked out of the bedroom. She was wearing a lacy red thong and a matching bra that definitely did not cover the writing on her tits. Starla gasped, “What the fuck, Sherry?”

Sherry turned to her roommate, “Don’t you love it? Master is going to add one degrading word each day while my sister is leaving him unfulfilled.”

“Seriously? What the actual fuck?” Starla repeated.

“I’ve just decided to embrace my true purpose,” she said as turned and walked over to me.

“And what the fuck is that, Sherry? What’s he convinced you your ‘purpose’ is?”

Sherry gave me a long, lingering kiss while Louise stared at us, slack jawed and Starla pouted on the couch. Sherry turned back to Starla, “He didn’t convince me of anything. This is all me. It’s always been me. I only suppressed it because of my dad. But I’m done with that. I’m not suppressing my needs anymore. I want to be a white owned chink slut. That’s my goal.”

“Sherry?” the two girls exclaimed simultaneously.

“This is what I want… no… this is what I am!” she said pointing to the writing on her chest. “And I could do it with anyone. Fucking look at me. And what guy wouldn’t turn down a well bred Asian cumdump. But Carly found a great one. One that will be safe and still make me feel fucking used. And I love it!” she said full of passion.

“This is fucked up,” Starla said shaking her head in disbelief.

“That’s fucking hot,” Louise said at the same time.

“You’re all fucked up. I’m going to the gym. I want my room when I’m back so this tool better be gone.”

“I’m not sure I can be that quick,” I said with a smirk.

“Whatever, dickhead. Be gone or I’ll call our RA,” she said as she packed her stuff.

“You going too Louise? Or are you going to stay and jill off while I fuck this little yellow slant again?”

Louise blushed as her two roommates looked at her in surprise. “What? They were hot!” she said by way of defense. “But no. I’ve got to go study. Let me put on something real quick and then you can have the room.”

She went into the shared bedroom and threw some jeans on. She didn’t bother to close the door and I watched from the living room as she, almost certainly intentionally, gave me a little show. She pulled on some jeans, with no panties, then stripped off her shirt to put on a tight, white one without a bra. I got a great view of her tits in profile. They were a little bigger than I’d thought, and very perky. I knew that I’d be fucking Louise before too long.

Sherry didn’t bother waiting. She started unbuckling my belt right there in the kitchen. I didn’t resist. She ran her hands up and down my jean covered cock, coaxing it to maximum rigidity.

I heard Starla’s voice from across the room, “You two are fucking… animals.” If I hadn’t been listening, I wouldn’t have noticed the slight pause that hit her as my pants dropped and my cock flopped out. As I’ve said, I’m not massive, but I am a little above average and Sherry’s hands make almost anything look big. The combined effect was impressive. Starla clutched her books to her chest as if they were some sort of protective shield and hurried past. I’m not even sure if she noticed but she kept staring at my cock the whole time. At least right up until it disappeared down Sherry’s throat. “Please don’t be here when I get back. Sherry, I’ll… uhmm… I’ll talk to you later,” she said and then hustled out, looking very flush.

Louise sauntered out of the bedroom right after and Starla left and came over to Sherry and I. “You two already having fun?” she asked rhetorically, looking me in the eyes and smirking. Sherry muttered an affirmative around my cock and kept fucking her face on my shaft. “Interesting. I didn’t realize Sherry had all these kinky fantasies. How did she find a nice racist to use her?” she said leaning into me.

She was clearly teasing me but I still was a little defensive about this whole thing. “Hey… I’m not racist,” I protested though it was getting a little hard to concentrate.

“Really? What was it you called her,” she asked as she casually placed a hand on Sherry’s head. She started forcing her roommate deeper onto my cock, holding her at the base before pulling her up and slamming her down again. “A little yellow slant?” Sherry moaned in complete arousal around my cock. I think the humiliation was driving her absolutely wild.

“It’s her kink… well… and her sister’s kink,” I said defensively. My eyes rolled back into my head.

“So you don’t think all asian women are like this?” she asked continuing to pump her friend’s head faster. I shook my head, gaziantep escort bayan “What about all women? Do all women just drop to their knees for your cock?”

“Not usually… but… uh… lately I’ve had pretty good luck,” I stammered.

“Very interesting. Starla’s a psychology major, you know, I”m sure she’d be find you fascinating. Maybe try to appeal to that side of her if you want to get into her pants,” she said now holding Sherry firmly down on my cock.

“And what if I want to get into your pants,” I said trying to sound confident.

“Me? I’m a good girl and a virgin,” she said with a coy smile and a wink. She let Sherry off my cock and walked out the door with a laugh. Sherry was panting for breath pathetically at my feet.

“THAT girl is a virgin?!?” I asked incredulously.

Sherry simply shrugged and dove back onto my cock. The mystery of Louise washed away, as easily forgotten as the coldness Starla showed. I leaned back into the wall and enjoyed the sensations that my girlfriend’s nubile, slutty, perverted little sister delivered upon me. After I shot my load all over her chest, I led her into the bedroom for a powerful fucking that had her banging into the neighbor’s wall loud enough that they banged the wall back in annoyance. When we were finished, I checked the clock and got dressed. It had been nearly two hours and, as much as I wanted to mess with both Sherry and Starla, I really didn’t want to cause any trouble that day. So I left the sated little Asian sex pot sprawled languidly along the bed. As I looked back, I admired my handiwork with the word “Slut” proudly showing on her tit and “Whore” now proudly emblazoning her inner left thigh.

Starla was sitting on the couch when I walked out, covered in a blanket and watching me. “Have fun?” she asked.

“I did. Sherry’s very… enthusiastic. And how was your exercise.”

“Invigorating,” she said eyeing me warily. I looked at her there under the blanket and part of me thought she might be masturbating. Unfortunately, I didn’t see any movement but I still found myself wondering. Imagining. The brunette girl was sexy as hell and I could imagine her full lips around my cock. She’d already shown she had kind of a foul mouth and I could imagine her dirty talk being spectacular.

“I’m sure we’ll see more of each other, Starla.”

“Whatever,” she said dismissively. I shrugged and left. The rest of the week flew past. I took out my frustration over and over and over on Sherry’s hot little ass, each time rebranding her with new nasty words and sending them to Carly who would always reply nearly instantly with her own.

By the end of the week, I think even Sherry was starting to feel the strain.

“Master, this week has been amazing,’ she said as we laid in bed Thursday night, enjoying the afterglow. “But I think I’m going to have to ice my cunt all weekend. And my poor little ass,” she said. She wiggled her tight ass against me, showing off the marks that lined her freshly fucked booty. I traced my fingers along the welts, enjoying the heat and texture of the raised marks. I’d just finished whipping her ass while she was tied up for over an hour. Starting with my hand and working through a belt and then a thin plastic rod. The last, I’d actually had to moderate my blows because I was pretty sure I could have broken the skin with even a little extra effort.

Sherry moaned softly under my ministrations, obviously enjoying the mix of pleasure and pain. “Time to mark you, slut,” I told her.

“Yes, Master,” she said and obediently hopped up onto her knees, placing her hands behind her head and presenting her entire body for me. The marks were everywhere on her. Welts from the lashing. Hickies from where I’d sucked on her tit flesh. Slight bruises between her thighs from where I’d really jack hammered her last night. All clearly visible.

Slut, Whore, Fucktoy, Slant Tramp, Cumdump, & Rape Meat adorned her tits, thighs and ass. Over the last couple days this had become somewhat of a ritual. Me refreshing each mark from before and then adding a new one. I slowly traced the existing letters, enjoying her shudders of arousal. True to her word, she’d never once asked to cum this week and given how much fun I’d had with her body, I was actually pretty impressed. I paused, considering my options for her new brand. Then I smiled an evil smile and wrote in giant letters scrawled from her right hip up to below her left breast, “CHINK”. Sherry gasped as I did it, realizing that she was going to have to dress very carefully and that her crop top from tonight would actually show off the bottom half of the H. It wouldn’t be apparent what it said but it would be obvious SOMETHING was written on her.

I took a picture and messaged it to Carly. Unlike every other night, there wasn’t an instant picture back, instead just a normal text message.

From Carly to Me: If, Master will permit, I’d like this one to be a surprise for tomorrow?
Me: I’m intrigued but I’ll permit it. Your surprises are invariably pretty good ????
Carly: Thank you, Master. I’m sure you’ll approve. And it looks like you’ve enjoyed my slutty little sister this week?
Me: She’s become quite the dumb bimbo chink this week.
Carly: I see that. I hope you’ll have the energy to work me over the same way tomorrow, Master.
Me: I wouldn’t have it any other way, slut
Carly: ??????

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This is the first story I’ve completed, there’s plenty more to come. My stories will all be vintage busty mommy/auntie/son teasing stories with lots of lingerie and unrealistic, silly situations. They’re stroke stories for those of us that prefer teasing to the love side of taboo fantasies. Feedback welcome and hope you enjoy!

All characters in this story are 18 or older.

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“Soooooon? Can you come into the kitchen and help mommy out, please?”

“What is it mom?”

“I can’t reach the flour and I really want to make us some cupcakes. Don’t you want your mommy to bake you some yummy mummy cakes, son?”

“Oh yes mom, I’ll be right there! Just let me grab my camera, I want to take pictures of it for my collection.”

“Ohhhhh, great idea son!”

After grabbing my camera, I walked into the kitchen and immediately saw mom in the far corner, reaching up for the elusive bag of flour. Her short white diaphanous gown didn’t quite cover her round ass, so I could see the bottom of her cheeks, but couldn’t tell if she was wearing anything underneath. She was, however, wearing matching white lacy stockings that hugged her legs and appeared to connect to a garter. Her large, soft tits wobbled as she struggled to reach the flour. My dick was instantly hard and almost poked out of my boxers!

“Oh wow, mom that flour is really high up there. We’ll have to try this together if we’re going to reach it!”

“Ok son, you know best. How should we do this?”

“You stand up against the counter and reach up, and I’ll stand behind you and reach over you. Two is better than one, I think.”

“Ok son, sounds simple enough. So I should just lean up like this, son?”

“Yea mom, go ahead and bend over a bit and I’ll lean over you. That way we’ll uhhhh both be able to reach the flour. First let me get a picture, I want to document the whole process!”

Mom bent over the counter slightly and started reaching up for the flour.

-=Snap=- I took a picture of my mom bent over the counter in her short, slutty nightie with her legs shoulder-width apart. My dick was so hard, and the innocent smile over her shoulder wasn’t helping.

“I’m going to put the camera down on the table here mom, and set it to take pictures every 30 seconds automatically. That way, I can help you AND document us making yummy cream-covered cup cakes!”

“Oh great thinking son! You’re so smart.”

I walked up behind my mom, with the front of her waist pressed up against the counter and her round mommy ass pressed into me, and started half-heartedly reaching above her while rubbing my hard cock in between her legs. I was now completely poking out of my boxers and was at full mast, right between my mom’s thighs. It was clear she was not wearing a thong to cover her pussy. I could feel her muff rubbing against my dick, and I felt like I was going to explode!!

“Are you close son!? I feel like this is almost working.”

“I’m getting close but I can’t get as near to the cabinet as I mmmm need to. Hmmmm, maybe…maybe if you bent a little more I uhhhh, I could reach over you higher!”

“Great idea son! Let me just spread my legs a little bursa escort bit and bend some more for you so you can reach the flour. Mmmmmm, I can taste those creamy cupcakes now son.”

I pulled back from my mom as she spread her legs, and quietly pulled my boxers all the way down.

-=Snap=- The camera flashed from several feet away as I felt my mom’s pussy graze against my rock hard dick.

She spread her legs and bent at the knees just a bit. Her large boobs were now resting on the counter, wobbling as she slowly bent to give me more room. My cum stick was now rubbing back and forth on my mom’s pussy as I continued to reach over her.

“Ohhhh I’m so close mom. I can taste those gooey cakes now too!”

Suddenly, my fat cockhead, oozing with precum, slipped into my mom’s dripping, tight pussy.

-=Snap=-

“Mmmm yea keep trying, mommy can tell you’re close to reaching the flour! I’m so glad we’re getting all these great pictures, that way we’ll remember how we did this!”

“Ohhhh yea mommy, so close.” My dick head rested in my mom’s pussy as I continued to reach over her.

My mom must have been counting the seconds in her head from the last picture because she knew exactly when to turn around and smile at the camera. It was one of those “Who? Me?” smiles, almost like a smirk but still innocent.

-=Snap=- This was so hot, my mom was smiling at my camera as it captured my cock head resting just inside her oozing pussy. The hair covering her pussy was glistening with cum, and a small strand dangled down from her bush. I had to go further.

“Mom, maybe your gown is getting in the way of you reaching! We’re so close.”

“You’re right honey, I bet that’s the missing link! Let me take it off and then we’ll have those gooey cakes in no time.”

Mom stood up and slowly pulled her nightie over her head, my dickhead now out of her pussy and resting between her round ass cheeks. Holy hell!! My mom was wearing the sluttiest strappy lingerie and garter! Thin white strings held up a frilly white piece of cloth that stretched over her tits. A matching white lacy garter was resting around her waist and on top of her round ass cheeks, connected by the garter straps I had noticed earlier. I could see the sides of her big round tits from the sides as they slowly bobbled from removing her gown. It was clear that the top of her lingerie did a poor job of concealing her large, jiggling tits. My hard dick lurched between my mom’s butt as she giggled innocently while feebly reaching for the flour.

Her big, soft tits swayed as we both pretended to reach up, and after a few seconds she looked back at me and made a sexy frown, as if disappointed. My long, rigid cock was pressed vertically up between her slightly spread ass cheeks. Precum dripped off my cock, down onto her lower back and in between her ass.

-=Snap=- Holy shit, these pictures were going to be amazing. My mom, playing innocent while I dripped cum onto her round mommy ass in her lacy lingerie. I had to get more of this.

“I’ve got an idea mom! I still can’t get close enough to the counter, so how about bursa escort bayan you turn around and face me. Then, I’ll stand between your legs and reach up, and hand the flour down to you!”

“Between that and having my gown off, we’re golden son! I can’t wait to have all that ooegy gooey frosting dripping down my mouth after we eat these cupcakes!”

“Ok turn around and spread your legs open, and I’ll get between.”

My mom turned to face me, jumped up on the counter and spread her legs. Her large boobs bounced and swayed under the inch-wide frilly top that just barely covered her tits, and the triangle of dark brown hair covering her pussy begged to be drenched in cum. The strand of precum was still dangling from her pussy, but also spread down her leg.

I inched forward with my cock still hard and glistening.

-=Snap=- The camera grabbed a picture with my dick just an inch from my mom’s thick brown muff.

I reached up a few times as the tip of my cock grazed against my mom’s pussy. On my last attempt I stayed on toes and left my thick cockhead resting just on the outside of her pussy lips, completely surrounded by tufts of mom’s thick brown bush.

Suddenly, she jumped up and my cock slid into my mom’s wet pussy as I stood in front of her! I was shocked, and she stood there with her hands on her hips, looking slightly surprised, but still smiling as if to say, “oh my, what’s your cock doing in mommy’s wet pussy, son?”

-=Snap=- I was in momentarily speechless, and stood still as my mom smiled at me with her hands on her hips, bent ever so slightly at the knees, and my cock hidden beneath her tufts of brown hair. I slowly pulled myself out of her, her hands still on her hips. Several long gobs of cum stretched between her hairy triangle and my hard dick.

“I just came up with another idea mom! I’m going to put myself inside of you in order to reach as high as possible. I can already see that I won’t be able to reach if I’m not in you.”

“You’re right son, I can see that now. How did my son get so smart? You just let mommy spread herself and you go right ahead and slide yourself inside me, and then get us that flour. Mmmm!”

My mom reached down to her pussy, and crossed her arms at her wrists right above her bush, reaching with opposite hands to spread her pussy slightly apart for my waiting cock. Her forearms pressed her tits together and she smiled back at me as if this was perfectly innocent.

-=Snap=- I slid my cock into her pussy and began to reach up to the flour.

“Ohhhhhhh, ohhh you’re so tall and strong, son! I can see you’ve al alllll mmooost got it.” She quivered. “Hey, maybe you need something to hold onto with one hand and reach up with the other!”

“Genius mom! Your shoulder is too small, so I’ll grab on here!”

With my cock deep in my mom’s pussy, I grabbed one of her big tits with my left hand, squeezed it, and reached the bag of flour with my right hand. Right as I squeezed her boobs I began to squirt cum deep into her pussy. Shot after shot flooded her pussy as I continued to squeeze her tit with one hand and hold escort bursa the bag of flour with the other.

“Wow what is that mom? Did I find the frosting?”

“Why don’t you pull yourself out of mommy and I’ll see! I sure hope it is.”

I slowly slid my cock out of my mom’s pussy as cum poured out beside my dick, down her thighs. I slid myself back in and out a few times just to see what would happen, but my mom just continued to hold her pussy lips slightly apart, smiling innocently back at me.

-=Snap=- A picture of my mom spreading her pussy apart and squeezing her big boobs together while my cum poured out of her, past my hard dick. This was surreal.

I finally pulled my still hard cock out of my mom and as I pulled away a large strand of cum connected my dick and her pussy, while cum continued to slowly ooze out of her. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t just mine.

“Son, I need to taste this to see if this is the frosting for our cupcakes. It looks like there’s a lot of it dripping off you here.” She wrapped her hand around my throbbing cum drenched cock. “So mommy is going to stick you in her mouth to taste it.”

“Brilliant! We make such a good baking team mom.”

I held the base of my still rigid cock as my mom squatted in front of me. A long, thick strand of cum clung to her pussy as she took my dick in her mouth and started sucking.

-=Snap=-

“Mom, what do you think? Did I find the frosting for our creamy cupcakes?”

“Yes son, you found it! Great job! Ohhhhhhh mommy loves having all this creamy frosting in her mouth, son.”

At that I started spraying my mom’s open mouth with cum. The first few loads sprayed the back of her throat, but she kept it in her mouth and sexily let it drip out past her lips as the next several shots spread across her lips and cheeks.

-=Snap=- A picture of my mom with her face dripping cum.

Cum dripped out, and off of her mouth as the last few shots creamed her wobbling, round tits. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“Wow son! We have so much frosting now! We can use that whole bag of flour and make as many creamy cum-cakes as we want.”

My mom was smiling at me, her face and tits oozing cum. She stood up with her knees slightly bent and her ass against the counter, and she placed her thumbs on her hips and pulled her pussy lips slightly apart with her hands. As streams of cum poured out of her pussy, mom looked down at her own pussy, and then looked back up at me and smiled innocently with an open mouth while placing one hand over her lips. Her other hand stayed on her waist, pulling her pussy slightly apart as cum continued to drip out.

She looked like some sort of innocent busty vintage pin-up, except drenched in cum.

“Yea mom! Now that we have all this frosting dripping off your body, I can’t wait to make cummy mummy cakes with you.”

With that my mom and I made cupcakes in our current state, her body dripping with my cum, soaking her pussy hair and lingerie; my cock rigid and glistening as it continued to brush and slap against her ass, bush, and face while we baked.

After we finished, mom looked at me with a big silly smile from across the kitchen. She wiggled and shook her hips and big, round boobs at me, spreading strands of cum across her thick bush as her mounds bobbled about.

“Wow, sweetie, mommy had no idea baking spooey gooey cupcakes could be so much fun! I guess we’ll just have make this a weekly tradition.”

“Sounds great to me mom!”

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Blindfolded, gagged, with my hands tied behind my back I was lead up a few stairs into a drafty room by my metal chain collar. I seemed to walk in a wide circle then stop in the center of the room.

“Item number seventeen.” A loud voice echoed in the room, “Quite a cute one she is. Standing at 5’6″, 36B breast, and black hair.” That sounded like me…I began to panic…Was I in an auction? Oh god. Remain composed…I held up my shoulders now, standing tall, presenting myself to the Masters and Mistresses in the room. “An obedient little masochist, and one of my personal favorites of our lot.” Oh my god… the voice was my Master’s…Tears began to stream down my face. I was being sold, like an item. So what he was only going to train me… I was his favorite…I thought he might keep me…I had hoped he would keep me… “She will be at station seventeen. Next!”

I was lead off of the stage and tied by my collar into a standing position to something taller than myself. The man who led me whispered soothing words into my ear, unlike some of the slaves surrounding me whom were treated with malice. He ran his fingers over my hair and played with my earring, (something that I was well known for around my previous home. The slave that came when you flicked her ear). None the less I loved it and leaned in his direction. Absorbing all the attention paid to me by whimpering softly.

“Easy little puppy. That’s a good girl…You know very well Master is not going to let just anyone buy you. So hush this now.” He flicked my ear harshly as he said this causing me to whimper and cum. He chuckled softly. “Atta’ girl. Hush now little puppy here come a few gents’ that would like to see you.” He stroked my neck, “good puppy.” I whimpered softly through the gag as his touch faded.

Pair after pair of strange hands roamed my body, whipped my flesh, and tasted my juices. I grew tired as the hours wore on. When I began to loose my composure my Master walked by…of course…my luck. A crop was stuck against my clit fiercely. I screamed into the rubber ball gag that I so despised.

“You know better than that slave. Don’t misrepresent me mutt.” I stood to the stance that was expected. His hand reached out to touch my cheek and I nuzzled my cheek against it. I could hear the smile in his voice, “Good puppy. Not much longer pup. Then you will have a new owner to spoil you.” I felt his hand run over my stomach softly and rest to rub on my clit gently. I moaned forcing my hips to stay where they were. “Cum puppy.” I screamed against the gag as I came. “Good puppy. Boy.”

“Yes Master?” the man that led me replied.

“Undo her gag and give her a drink then re-gag her. She won’t be any trouble. Will you pup?” I shook my head no. “If she does as you ask you can make her cum a few times. I think she can manage.” I nodded. “My horny little slut, I’ll hate to see you go.”

A short drink and a few manipulated orgasms later I was led back onto the stage. Prices were shouted, bids were made and I was sold to the highest bidder. A Master to my liking… Someone called Master Anton. Funny that I should be sold to a man named after the creator of my religion.

I found myself in a room not far from the auction hall. My blindfold had been removed and my ball gag had as well. The two items sat staring at me on the wall along with a range of assorted toys. I would probably get used… then sent back to my Master to cuddle in his arms if I was a good girl. The nights I cherished were those spent in his arms or on the floor at his sakarya escort bedside like a good puppy. I knelt in the center of the room, thighs spread open and my hands on my thighs, palm up. My head was strait up but my eyes focused at a point on the floor.

Screech…the doorknob was turned. In walked a pair of black dress shoes. Dress pants fell down to fade into his shoes. I was sure that he was in a black button up shirt as well…

“I paid a pretty penny for you slave.” He talked down to me…something that I had not been used to with the exception of years before. “What makes you worth it girl?” His hand grabbed my chin and pulled my face up to stare at his eyes. They were a dark grey, his face was stern and taunt. He presented an expression that should have made many slaves piss themselves. His eyebrow was pierced as were his ears…And probably his cock…Mmm. I looked back at him softly, showing no concern for my well being. I trusted a man that carried the name of my influence. This man couldn’t know this and was slightly puzzled.

He slapped my face. It stung. I flinched…something my Master could not change about me, my flinching… It left a red handprint on my face. When I regained my balance I looked back up at him into the man’s eyes. “Have you no fear slave girl?”

“Yes Sir I do.”

“Many rather shy than look at me girl.”

“Yes Sir. I used to give the same look to intimidate those who I hoped to fear me.”

“And it usually works girl. You can’t see a little Gothic Emo. child out of her clothes slave.” My eyes pierced into his with a fury he knew would present.

“With all respect Sir, do not refer to me as such.”

He grabbed my left nipple in his hand and twisted it cruelly, eliciting a moan and gasp from my lips. “You will learn respect. And I will call you what I like little bitch. You are mine to call. You enjoy pain entirely to much slave. I hope to break you of that tonight. You will grovel at my feet and beg to be called my little Gothic slave.” His eyes burnt into mine until my gaze broke and fell to the floor. He chuckled at me…getting his amusement of seeing me broken slightly.

He grabbed my collar fiercely and pulled me to my tip toes. I looked then at his features… an awkward moment to do so, but none the less I am awkward. He did somewhat resemble Mr. LaVey… My thoughts were broken as he lifted me to the St. Andrew’s Cross. I was secured to face him.

I watched him walk to the wall to select his implement of torture… a flogger… I was pleased…Yet he stood there still longer and selected another toy… a crop like implement that ended in a single string. I knew the bite of both. He glided back to me effortlessly pulling a pair of nipple clamps from his pocket.

“Let me remind you not to speak unless spoken to girl. You may scream as much as you like, no one will rescue you now.” He smiled that cruel smile that I grew to hate. His fingers were slightly roughened yet delicate as they caressed my nipples. My nipples hardened accordingly. He slipped the clamp onto my right breast and I moaned. He then did no such romancing of the left and snapped it on cruelly making me gasp and cum gently. His eyes stared at me as I tensed and screamed with pleasure.

“Thank you Master” I spoke softly.

“Ahh… So you are the little slave that cums for her Master almost constantly.” He grinned, “So that’s why you were expensive.” The whip hit my clamped nipples cruelly making me yelp sakarya escort bayan and whimper for more. He laughed at me but I ignored this. His whip lashed out to each nipple until I screamed out in pain. He then moved on to whip my belly and thighs. Soon his whip hit my cunt and I screamed. My mind raced as he continued to whip me. Soon the lashes got softer…then I noticed that the flogger was now what rested in his hand. He slapped it against my face to gain my full attention.

“Were you day dreaming girl?”

“Somewhat Sir. Sorry Sir.” I replied meekly.

“I see.” His hand when to my nipple clamps, he yanked the connecting chain making my mouth scream and my cunt cum. He held the clamps in both his hands then undid them simultaneously. “Do I have your attention now?” I whimpered loudly as the pain raced though me.

“Yes Master.”

“Good.” He clipped the clamps back on my soar nipples. I mumbled a moan in reply. He smiled cruelly at me. “Tired already slut?” The flogger slashed against my skin as I whimpered. He flogged my torso, legs, and cunt until my skin was red and covered in a sheen of sweat. Soon my head leaned forward with exhaustion. “Awe… poor little baby. So tired and no where near done for the night.”

I groaned as he released me from my bonds to let me kneel at his feet. His cock pushed against the fabric in his pants causing me to awaken slightly. I leaned toward him and kissed his pants softly, nibbling at his cock and whimpering gently. He did nothing but grow harder so I moved my teeth to his zipper and undid his pants. My nose worked it’s way into his pants to nuzzle him softly then my tongue followed to lick his cock. I heard him moan with apprehation. Soon I had his cock out of his pants and was licking up and down his cock and occasionally peaking my tongue back in his pants to lick his balls. I whimpered softly as I sucked at his cock then felt his hand jerk the back of my head away from him. I whimpered loudly. He slapped my cheek hard sending me on my back.

“You horny little cunt.” His whip struck my hip harder than before. “Did I tell you that you could play with my cock slut?” I smiled to myself. He had just noticed that I had his dick out of his pants… He was too concerned with the feelings to catch up on what I was doing.

“I’m sorry S…” His flogger hit my other thigh sharply, “I mean Master. I thought it would please you. I was not allowed to talk to ask for permission. Sorry Master…Please forgive this slave?” I looked up at him pleadingly. He pointed at the corner. I crawled over there slowly and placed my nose against the wall in shame. I stared at the wall for what seemed like hours in actuality it was only about five minutes.

“Come here slave.” I crawled to him. He had moved to sit on the bed and was now free from his clothing. I knelt between his legs and stared up at him softly. “You may speak.”

“I am sorry for playing with your cock without permission Master. Please forgive me. It was just to tempting for me to resist.” I replied with actual feeling behind it. I hated displeasing my Master…Even if he was my newly acquired Master.

“You are going to be punished slave.” He went to the toy rack and came back with a blindfold and ball gag. The gag was placed between my teeth and the blindfold was set to obscure my vision completely. “Bend over and rest your hands and head on the table Slave.” I complied clumsily, bumping my elbow so that he had to assist escort sakarya me. “How many do you think you deserve for this transgression slave?”

I whimpered softly though my gag.

“Fifteen Slut?” I whimpered loudly

“Mmm.. no.”

“Twenty…… Lets make it thirty slut. Since you do not seem to object… If you are I can’t quite hear you…” He laughed cruelly as I screamed pleas.

Slap…I screamed. It was the hairbrush. Slap… Soon my screams were loud even with the gag, I struggled against him, tears ran down my cheeks, and my ass burned like never before.

“Two more slut.” Slap… Slap… I sobbed against my arms. “Your ass is such a lovely shade slut.” He slapped my ass. I screamed. “Aww poor baby. And now you have to stand here wile I fuck you. Tisk tisk.” He shoved his cock into my mostly dry cunt to the hilt. He fucked me hard and without mercy. I continued to cry but slowly gained arousal. His hand grabbed my hair and pulled my hair back. “Cum slave.” The orgasm hit me slowly as first but his constant rough use of me had my knees weakened before his cum shot into his condom.

He pulled his cock out of me slowly to hear me whimper. The gag was taken off of me and a water bottle replaced it. I drank with vigor until he pulled it away from my lips. “Clean me slut.” I knelt and licked his cum off of his cock slowly until he pulled me to my feet by my hair. “Aren’t you glad that you are now my slave?” I whimpered pathetically. “What do you want your Master?” I nodded fiercely. “To bad.” He clipped a leash to my collar and reattached the gag so that I would stop whimpering. He led me through the auction house though directions that I did not remember.

I was led though a door then told to kneel on some carpet that was quite soft. He left me to do what I was not sure, but I remained still for the fact that he may have just sat in the corner to wait until I moved.

An endless period of time passed before I finally broke composure to lay on the carpet and sleep. What I thought was about an hour later I was awakened by the door opening. I scrambled up to a kneeling position and whimpered. The same whip that had been used before struck each of my nipples five times. My leash was tugged so that I crawled to a bed. I was ordered to stand from a tug of the leash then lay on the bed.

I felt the bed weigh down between my legs as the man got onto the bed. His hands found my cunt… he massaged it in ways that could do nothing but excite me. I tried not to cum… I hated this man…I missed my Master… I would cum for no one else…but I did. I came hard…moaning into the gag as two of his fingers dipped into me and played with my g-spot.

“What is wrong with my puppy? She should have cum long before now.” My Master spoke… it was my Master… I wiggled under his touch as he mounted me and fucked me softly. He kissed my face, nibbles, and earlobes until he and I could cum no longer. He then wrapped his arms around me. He undid my gag and blindfold to my enjoyment and told me to sleep like a good puppy. I snuggled against my Master then jumped up quickly…

“What is it girl? Didn’t I tell you to go to sleep?”

“Yes Master but I forgot something.” I slipped beneath the covers to lick our cum off his cock softly and suck him gently until he came in my mouth. “Thank you Master.”

“Get up here you wanton slut.” He said jovially. I licked and sucked on his cock softly. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up to him “Now!”

“Yes Master.” I murmured quietly as I sniffled and teared up at displeasing him.

“Stop that my baby. Easy. I am not mad. You’re a good girl for me… now be a good puppy and go to sleep for your Master…Atta’ girl.” He kissed me softly as I snuggled against him. “You will always be my slave puppy.” I snuggled closer against him and slept in my Master’s arms. My only Master’s arms.

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