First Time Husband Loves Wife

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It had been a long and frustrating day. Dan was tired. He hated dealing with those idiots at his job, but it brought home money. The only highlight of his day was his wife, Sara. He enjoyed coming home to her, and lately things had gotten even better for him. His wife believe it or not had come to HIM asking if they could switch their lifestyle around. She wanted to participate in BDSM, and was willing to do whatever she needed for him, what a find. He was so thankful that he had a wife like her. The fact that she was willing to give herself up to him completely was just a stroke to his ego. He really had that wife that most guys dream of having. She was smart and beautiful and sexy even if she was overweight. He loved her big fat ass, and those titties, who could not love those. Yes, there were definitely some advantages to having a big wife that was willing to do anything and everything to please her husband. Today was the day. Dan knew his wife was interested in the more sadistic side of things, but so far he hadn’t been able to really do anything except spank her. He had pissed on her once, and made her swallow it, but he hadn’t been up for doing anything else. Tonight, he was frustrated enough after everything that happened at his job that he figured it was about time to take advantage of her willingness to be his slave and guinea pig.

When Dan came home and opened the door, his wife was sitting on the couch reading some story online. She had been doing that a lot lately. Even though he had gotten her to start getting up early in the morning to make him a hot breakfast, make sure she made his lunch, have her clean the house once a week, pick up after him, do all the laundry, cook a meal for him every night, he was kind of tired of her reading these dirty stories. He was sick of her spending so much time on the computer. So, tonight he decided to do something about it.

“What are you doing bitch? Get off that computer and go fix my dinner … NOW!!”

“Dan, what is wrong with you. Don’t treat me like that; I’m almost done…..”

Dan slapped her across the face, “I don’t have time for your stupid little remarks bitch. I said I wanted you to fix dinner now. I’m hungry, and you are going to get your fat ass in that kitchen now, and fix my dinner. Later, we are going to make sure that you know who is in control, now MOVE!”

Sara wasn’t sure if Dan was really pissed or he was playing some kind of scene with her, so she decided to go ahead and do what he asked, either way, her face was already hurting, and she was hungry too. So, she went into the kitchen and started making dinner. Dan went into the bedroom and stripped off his clothes and got into the shower, thinking things were going better than he thought. Even though his wife was strong willed, she was following his desires very well. He wanted to make sure that this was a night she never forgot, and he wanted to make sure that at the end of the night she knew who was in control. In the past she had spouted off at him with that smart mouth of hers, well, now she had given him his chance to make her pay. She told him she wanted to be dominated and hurt and humiliated, he was going to do it. He’d always wanted to.

Sara was in the kitchen unsure of what was up with her husband. Was this some game of his, or was he finally following through on her desires to be a submissive. She’d been trying with all her might to do everything she could for him, but he just accepted her extra efforts and let it go. He wasn’t really taking any control over stuff. She heard the shower shut off, and she hoped that he would continue with his dominating power.

Dan walked into the kitchen dried off but still naked. He was more comfortable this way, why should he dress. When he saw what she was making, his frustration grew. They had had hamburger so many times in a row he was sick of it. He knew that was the only meat they had, but she could try and be creative. She went to culinary arts training. So, with an evil glint in his eye, he grabbed a metal spoon from the drawer. Turning on the gas burner, lighting the flame and sticking the spoon into the flame, he watched her eyes widen in speculation and slight fear of what he was doing. ‘Oh he thought, it won’t hurt… not much anyway. Turning off the burner, he turned his body towards her holding the spoon. He let a few minutes go buy, so he wouldn’t hurt her too badly, then walking slowly towards her, until she pushed up against the counter. He lifted her shirt, and put the spoon on her stomach. He was surprised how much he enjoyed her scream of pain as the heat seared her skin. He smiled, knowing this was just the beginning. “Set the table, and put the food on, and tomorrow night sex hikayeleri I expect a little more thought to go into what we have for dinner, bitch!” He walked into the dining room and gathered some candles as she set the table. He smiled a knowing smile as he lit three candles. She was in such a hurry to do as he wanted, she didn’t even realize what he was planning.

As dinner ended, Sara got up and cleared the table. Knowing that Dan was in some mood, she decided she had better make his lunch and clean up the kitchen before he got really mad. Dan went into to watch Jeopardy on the TV, knowing she was cleaning because she was wondering if he would get upset with her again. When she finished cleaning up the kitchen, Sara went into the living room and sat down gingerly, wondering what to do. Dan ignored her, watching his show while thinking of what to do to her next. The candles were still burning. Finally, at the end of his show, he turned to her, and said “Go strip off all of your clothes and step into the shower.” She did as he said without questioning, afraid, but delighted. Dan walked in after her, and decided the first course of action was to relieve his bladder. “Kneel, whore,” he said. She did. He stood up on the side of the shower and began peeing all over her hair, face, and tits, watching as the yellow liquid ran down her body. “Open your mouth, you dirty whore.” She did without question. He put his cock inside of her mouth and held her nose closed, she had no escape. She had to swallow, gagging and trying desperately to get air…..he loved it. As the flow of his urine ceased, he let go of her nose, she took in great gulping breaths, trying desperately to breathe and not puke all over. “Stand up bitch, and clean yourself off, I don’t want my piss all over me when I fuck you, ya dirty whore.” She stood up and turned on the shower, as her back was turned, she smiled a smile of pure contentment. He was treating her like shit, but she felt like his beloved princess.

Dan sat on the toilet seat watching his Sara clean off his piss. It felt great doing this, letting out the frustrations of his day on his big beautiful wife. He felt the power he had never been given surge through his body. His wife was so special, giving him this power and domination over her was something that took total trust, faith, and love.

As Sara finished cleaning up she went to turn off the shower and step out, but Dan commanded she stay put and leave the shower running. She did so willingly and with slight trepidation. He left and went into the kitchen. He came back with a funnel, the Vaseline and a butt plug. She started to get the idea that he was going to fulfill one of her deepest fantasies — a homemade enema. “Bend over bitch, and put your butt into the air facing the shower head.” Sara bent over hiding a smile of glee, knowing it would be uncomfortable was half the fun for her. Dan greased up the tip of the funnel with the Vaseline, and put some on her ass. He slowly inserted the funnel without any warm up penetration from his finger. He wanted her to experience as much pleasure pain as he could give her. She was his princess after all.

Sara stood in the shower, bent in half feeling the funnel going into her asshole. She knew it would hurt less if she relaxed, so she took a deep breath and let it out. The funnel slipped in without any problems. Dan pulled her back towards the shower spray and watched as water started landing in the funnel. He watched as it slowly disappeared into her ass. He could hear her grunts. He knew she was enjoying it, and he knew he would know when she couldn’t handle any more. Slowly, Sara started feeling the warm water seeping into her ass, and she felt her gut filling. Once she got to the point where it was very uncomfortable she started telling Dan, “Ok, that is enough. I can’t take anymore.” He just smiled, knowing he was going to fill her to breaking point whether she thought she could handle it or not. After all, wasn’t part of the point being sadistic and cruel and humiliating to her. She started squirming, uncomfortable feeling that she was going to shit herself any minute. Her ass muscles were clenching, trying to push out the intrusion into her system. Finally, he shut off the water, pulling out the funnel as quickly as possible, he inserted the butt plug, some thing she had never had inside her before. She screamed. He smiled.

“Now bitch, you know who is in charge. You can take a shit when I say you can. Dry yourself off and go lay down on your back on the bed.” As she lay on the bed, he strapped her hands and ankles down to the bed. Now, she was at his mercy. Knowing it would be even harder for her if she were blind folded; he got porno hikayeleri the blind fold and put it on her. Some like to gag their submissive, but he didn’t. He wanted to hear of scream of pain that she had in her, so he left her mouth free of any gag. Sara tensed, not sure what to expect, but hoping that she would enjoy whatever was planned. She knew that all she had to do was say the word and he would stop, but she was enjoying every moment of her husband’s newly found power trip.

He pushed on her full stomach, making her grunt and moan, knowing she was full of that warm water. He pushed a little harder. She felt the pain throughout her body. It felt as if she had diarrhea and she better head for the bathroom, but she couldn’t she was tied down to the bed, and the butt plug was plugging her asshole. He left the room brought in one of the candles. He blew it out. She could smell the smoke coming off of the candle, and she had an idea of what he was going to use on her next. Dan stood there contemplating where to pour the wax. He didn’t want to damage anything, and he wanted her to be able to heal without a lot of people taking notice of burn scars. Looking over her beautiful body, he smiled. The thighs, he thought, would be the perfect place. So slowly he moved the candle over her right thigh and tipped it. He watched in fascination as the wax dripped onto her big milky white thigh. She screamed a scream full of pain. He knew she was enjoying it, if she wasn’t she would have already used the safe word. ‘Oh fuck,’ he thought, ‘this is so hot. I love having this control, and marking her, knowing she bears the mark of her master.’ He never realized that he would get this much pleasure out of hurting his princess, but he realized his cock was standing straight up hard as could be. ‘Oh yes,’ he thought, ‘this was a new beginning to their new life. Now that I know I can do it and enjoy it, I want to do it more.’

As Dan reveled in his new found power and elation, Sara lay on the bed feeling the wax burn then harden. He was doing it. He was fulfilling her darkest desires, and if she didn’t know any better, he was enjoying it too. She laid on the bed her gut full and uncomfortable making her squirm, a burn on her stomach from the spoon and now wax burns on her thigh. What was he going to do next, she wondered?

Slowly, Dan walked around the bed admiring his sacrifice. She might be his wife, but she had sacrificed her will and life into his hands, what a rush. He decided to spank her. He knew how much she craved that. So, he put himself in a good position, and brought his hand down on her left tit, she jumped yelping. “That is not the response I want, slut,” Dan said. “I want you to count the slaps and then thank me for allowing you this pleasure. If you loose count or forget to count or thank me, there will be more pain for you.”

“Yes, my lord,” Sara meekly responded.

“Since that was a practice swing, counting starts now, and remember to thank me, bitch.” Dan brought his hand down again on her tit, “One, thank you for this pleasure my lord,” was her dutiful reply. Dan grinned; he was on top of the world. She was his. He slapped her again, only this time on her full gut. “Ugh, two, thank you for this pleasure my lord.” Over and over he slapped her on both of her tits, and her stomach even her thighs. Her body was a nice rosy red by the time he stopped smacking her with his hand.

Sara breathed a sigh of relief thinking it was over, so she was unprepared for what came next. Smack, down came the hard wooden paddle, right on her pierced nipple. “AAAHhhh,” Sara screamed. She forgot to count and thank him. “You bitch, you forgot to thank me, now, you will have to pay with even more pain.” He left her lying on the bed as he rummaged through his toy bin. There they were, the nipple clamps. He brought out the purple nipple clamps that were like small clothes pins with feathers attached to the ends. He knew she wouldn’t be expecting this. He put them on her nipples at the same time, and she gasped in surprise realizing what was happening. He had not used these on her since her nipple had been pierced, god, it hurt. She was begging then. “Please, Please, I can’t take it on my piercing. It is too much.”

Dan wanting to make sure that she was ok said, “You know the word slut. If you can’t handle it and need relief you must say the word to end the play tonight.”

Sara didn’t want the play to end. She wanted it to continue, but she didn’t know if she could take this earth shattering pain in her nipple. Knowing that this was the first time her husband had been able to let loose and really enjoy this side of humiliation, she decided to not say anything. As she seks hikayeleri was thinking this through, Dan left the room. He went into the kitchen and rummaged around for a bit, giving her time. When he came back, he asked, “Are you ready to continue now, my pet? Or are we finished for the evening.”

“Please, continue my lord,” was her meek reply.

“As you wish, my pet,” and then he put an ice cube on each distended nipple. Sara arched off the bed as much as she could being tied down, and gasped in pure pleasure pain. Dan just continued to let the ice melt over each nipple, and he even put an ice cube up her pussy, helping to control her growing heat. She was writhing on the bed, obviously in pain, but she didn’t say the word. So, after the ice cubes had melted, he picked up the paddle once again and said, “Remember my pet, you must count and thank me for each stroke.” “Yes, my lord.”

Dan, hearing her reply, brought the paddle up into the air and back down on her pierced clamped nipple and heard her scream echo throughout the room. She very quietly and humbly said, “One, thank you for this pleasure, my lord,” all the while gasping for air. Dan didn’t want her to be in too much pain, so he moved on to her other nipple, full belly, and her thighs. Once he was satisfied with the twenty smacks of the paddle, he picked up the belt. He brought it down across her tits, causing a burning sensation on Sara’s chest. The bitch still didn’t say the word. So, he continued belting her for twenty-five strokes moving up and down her body leaving welts and even rosier than was there before.

Sara was feeling several different sensations. Her pussy had felt the aching cold when her master had shoved the piece of ice into it. She wanted to push it out, but she feared the punishment would be much worse. Her nipples although mostly numb could still feel every aching blow master delivered. Their heightened awareness caused by the clamps and the ice. Her belly was still full with the water and the outside felt like it was on fire. Her thighs burned with the wax and the redness from a thorough spanking. He was doing a fabulous job she thought, especially for his first time. She was in heaven. He loved her. He was giving her the things no one else ever could, and she knew that in being his submissive wife, she was giving him every ounce of her soul.

Dan realized that he no longer wished to cause pain. He knew her pleasure was high, and his was also. Wanting to feel her moist mouth, he straddled her face, taking off the nipple clamps as he did. The blood flow back to her nipples was a pain in and of itself. She gasped, knowing that he was proud of her performance thus far. As she took in a gulp of air, he shoved his cock down her throat. She had long been accustomed to taking his entire length inside of her. It was after all, a common practice, as his favorite thing for her to do was blow him. He held her head on either side and used his legs to push in and pull out of her wet, hot mouth. He loved that she took all of him. It was a sensation like none other. When he felt that he was about to cum, he pulled out, causing her to whimper. “Hold on my princess, we are not done. I wish to put my seed deep into your cunt.” Dan got off the bed and untied her ankles. He knew it would be a better and more thorough fucking if he could bend her legs.

He climbed on, mounting his twat with gusto, shoving in with one forceful thrust. She was wet and hot and ready. He loved the feeling of her cunt walls wrapped around his thick cock. He loved knowing he filled her completely. She had one of those cunts that came all over when she had an orgasm. He was one of the lucky ones. She would cum with gusto shooting out her liquid all over his cock. He mounted her with more gusto thinking about her cumming. Today would be a day where he would get her to give the white cream ejaculate from her clit. He loved knowing she had so much pleasure she shot out white cream.

Sara was in heaven. He had finally put his weight on her, thrusting into her with his hard cock. She knew that she was close, but she loved to cum at the same time as her master. She knew that was the way he would want it. His thrusting became faster and harder. He was riding her now. He was making sure she knew he was in control, riding her as if she was his animal, to fuck any time he chose. With that thought her master said, “I’m cumming slut, you better cum too,” and with that Sara started cumming all over her master’s pistoning cock. He filled her with his seed, knowing she could get pregnant, wanting it. Someday, he wanted a milk cow for his own personal pleasure.

Dan slowly got off of Sara, knowing she was sore, but proud of his abilities to perform as well as her performance. He untied her wrists, and shifted her on the bed so he could lie next to her. He pulled her into his waiting arms, putting her head on his chest. “I love you, Sara, my princess,” and they both fell asleep.

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The Wyrm’s Curse Ch. 06

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A brief note… In reading over the previous chapter I noticed that I had been remiss in failing to consider the lighting, or lack thereof, in Sylvie’s bedroom – so I’ve gone back and added a couple small windows in the outer wall and, upon entering the room with Kara, Miri has/did/will have, through the time bending magic of retroactive editing, lit the candle on the stand beside the bed. So… windows… getting dark outside… candle. I think that brings us up to speed.

Oh right… sorry about the wait. heh.

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Sylvie hugged herself with one arm. Her other hand hovered where she had raised it to push her spectacles up her nose at some earlier point. Realizing she had spoken aloud and was now both starer and stare-ee, she clapped the raised hand over her mouth.

The tableaux dragged out for several long seconds while each of them tried to think what to do, and, failing, resorted to waiting for one of the other two to act first.

“Um…” Sylvie finally ventured, bringing her left hand out in front of her.

She held a rolled up half sheet of parchment.

“Ah, Sylvie… what’s that, then?” Miri asked, getting over the surprise and deciding to skip being embarrassed altogether.

Kara, meanwhile, did her best to unobtrusively clean herself, Miri and the bed, using the bedsheets. She eyed her clothes, regretting having left them strewn across the floor.

“Um…” Sylvie slowly lowered her gaze to the parchment in her hand. Thankful for the distraction, she unrolled the little scroll and stared at it. “The translation. I was thinking that it was very strange…”

“Not as much now, relatively, huh?” Miri suggested.

“Well, there is that, but… I um, I saw your f-friends…” Sylvie gestured vaguely in Kara’s direction without looking up from her parchment.

“Oh… you saw Kara’s cock.” Miri slid off the bed and walked over to examine the parchment over Sylvie’s shoulder.

Sylvie swallowed hard and nodded.

“Sorry, I-”

“Don’t be silly dear. It is your room, after all.” Miri interrupted.

The candle had by then burnt down to a tiny puddle of wax. All three women looked over as it flickered violently for a moment before snuffing out with a faint ‘poof’, leaving a thin coiling breath of white smoke to rise and dissipate.

“Aye, well done. Now the light goes out.” Kara remarked.

Miri unhurriedly recited the same incantation she had used earlier at Sylvie’s desk. When she finished, an identical globe of warm light grew into existence just below the ceiling near the middle of the room. That done, she returned her attention to the parchment Sylvie held.

“Ah, um, right… well, uh, at any rate, I think… see, each closing line? I think it must all be metaphorical.” Sylvie touched a fingertip to the parchment here and there as she spoke.

The two shared a murmured conversation while puzzling over the translated text. Kara moved around them, collecting clothes from the floor. Hopping a bit, she pulled on her tights, then stood, holding the rest of the garments against her chest.

“Care to cover up a bit?” Kara asked, nudging Miri.

“No, I think I’ll just wait til I’ve cleaned up with water.”

Kara rolled her eyes. Miri always had been quite comfortable with herself, so to speak. With a shrug Kara dropped the armload without bothering to pull on a top. She crossed her arms under her breasts and waited.

“Well? Is it gibberish?” she asked impatiently.

“Mmm, no. It was probably a sort of poem in the original language. Loses something of the flow in the translation, I imagine.” Miri replied.

“Uh huh.” Kara paused. “Mirielle. Does it explain anything? About me? Growing a cock?”

The other two glanced up from the scroll, Sylvie quickly lowering her gaze again. Kara felt a twinge of sympathy for the beleaguered young woman.

“Oi, relax girl. We’re all women here. Er, mostly.” Kara stepped forward, reaching out to gently lift Sylvie’s chin until they were looking each other in the eye. “I know we just met earlier, but you’re a friend of Miri’s and any friend of Miri’s… is suspect. I’ll try not to hold it against you, if you’ll return the favor.” Kara smiled and gave her a wink.

“I guess that’s fair.” Sylvie smiled. “Thanks.” she added belatedly.

“Good. Now, what about this poem?”

“It goes on about pollinating various flowers and orchids.” Miri spoke up. “We think it’s all a metaphor. In the beginning here it says something like ‘the growth of spring shall not subside until the needful seeds are sown.'”

“And by ‘meta-four,’ you mean it’s not really about flowers and… Oh. So ‘growth of spring’ is…” Kara trailed off, one hand unconsciously straying toward her crotch.

“And assuming the metaphor holds, the flowers represent women.” Miri nodded.

“And… how sure are you about this ‘meta-four’ business?” Kara asked, frowning.

“Um, well, see, there are descriptions of different flowers.” Sylvie explained. “One was about a sweet and slender bloom of white. Bahis Sitesi I had translated that one and moved on, but a while later, those lines were gone from the copper scroll. There was just a gap of plain flat copper in the middle of the text where they used to be.”

All three were silent for a long moment.

“I noticed the change just a few minutes before I came back here and, er, came in.” she finished lamely.

Kara sighed.

“So the scroll is… enchanted. And the flowers are women I have to ‘seed.’ And when I do, their description vanishes from the scroll. And… when I’ve fucked all these women, I stop growing a cock?”

The other two nodded.

“And, I’m a sweet and slender bloom.” Miri smirked.

“Slutty flower, is what you are.” Kara snorted. “Now, how many ‘flowers’ are there on that little scroll?”

“Well, there were seven, but…” Sylvie tipped her head to look Miri up and down.

“Six.” Kara murmured, eyes going out of focus for a moment. She blinked. “I can do that.”

“Um…” Sylvie countered.

“It’s a bit more complicated than that.” Miri helped. “The descriptions aren’t highly specific, but we think they are suggestive of certain aspects of the ‘flowers’ you have to couple with.”

“For instance, there’s a ‘hearty blue Iris of the frozen northern isles.’ That must be a woman of the Northern Jarldoms.” Sylvie offered. “The Northmen are known for the high occurrence of blue eyes among them. And inhabiting the far northern islands, of course.”

Kara groaned.

“Nothing can ever just be simple.” she grumbled, flopping onto the bed.

Miri slid the parchment from Sylvie’s unresisting hands.

“We’ll just put this in here for later.” she said, finding Kara’s belt in the pile of clothes and tucking the rerolled parchment into a pouch.

” ‘m just gun’ go slip now. Te’ me th’ res’ t’merer.” Kara announced, face half buried in a pillow.

Sylvie remained standing where she was, apparently lost in thought. Miri stepped close behind her and leaned forward to wrap her arms around her.

“As her friends, we should probably try to cheer her up.” she whispered in Sylvie’s ear.

Sylvie twisted around enough to look at Miri.

“Wh-, uh, we… I…” she verbally floundered.

This was a bit too much for Miri. She broke into laughter.

“You… you have to take these off.” she drew Sylvie’s spectacles from her face and bent to set them on the little mound of clothes.

“And probably this, too.” Miri added, deftly untying the slim leather strap cinched over Sylvie’s ink stained tunic and reaching for the hem.

Sylvie squeaked, too flustered now even to speak. She grasped at Miri’s hands before her tunic could be dragged up and off. Miri paused. She let go of Sylvie’s tunic and leaned forward, tipping her head down so that their foreheads almost touched.

“Easy, love. If you don’t want to… I certainly don’t want to be pushing you into anything. I got the impression you might be interested, what with all the shyness and averting of eyes and such. Of course, no reason it couldn’t have been regular old shyness. You already knew me, but this was all rather sudden, and with a stranger… a particularly strange stranger, you could say… you probably don’t-“

“But I do…” Sylvie quietly, but firmly interjected. She glanced furtively over to where Kara lay.

Miri followed Sylvie’s gaze. She leaned back and regarded the little librarian again.

“You’re actually quite taken with Kara, aren’t you? That’s why you were so bothered… after walking in on us… in the state we were in. Naturally a bit shy, suddenly thrust into an awkward situation with someone you find attractive. Someone maybe already a bit intimidating. Exotic and dangerous. If you like, I could-“

“Miri?” Sylvie interrupted.

“Yes, dear?”

“Shut up, okay?”

Mirielle blinked.

“Okay.” she replied after a moment, smiling fondly. “I think I’ll wash up before I come to bed.”

She whispered a few strange syllables, dimming the glowing globe above before walking over to make use of the wash basin.

Sylvie nodded, took a deep, calming breath, and padded over to the bed.

Kara lay on her stomach with her face turned away. Her breathing was slow and regular. With a glance at Miri, Sylvie pulled her tunic up and off. Wearing only a barely adequate cotton loincloth and her stockings, she eased herself onto the scant space between Kara and the near edge of the mattress.

As often happened in times of uncertainty, Sylvie’s thoughts turned to her vast knowledge of written works. After considering the various references to courtship and mating rituals that came to mind, she decided it might be best to simply ‘dive in.’

Sylvie carefully moved over Kara to straddle her on hands and knees. She gently settled her pelvis on the upper curves of Kara’s ass and dipped to kiss her way up between Kara’s shoulder blades to her neck. She felt the heat of kara’s body, not only on her chest and Bahis Siteleri face, but on her inner thighs where they were separated from Kara only by the thin barrier of Kara’s tights.

Sylvie didn’t know what she had expected, really, but Kara’s body was something else. She could feel the firmness of muscles beneath the surface, but unlike the whipcord lean young guardsman who had been Sylvie’s one short-lived sexual affair, Kara’s muscles lay beneath a soft, svelt surface that lent delicious, fluid curves to everything. Twice Sylvie felt the taut smoothness of scars beneath her lips. When she reached Kara’s neck she nuzzled against it, inhaling deeply. Kara’s natural scent came mingled with faint tinges of sweat, leather, wine and the scented wax she sometimes worked into her hair.

Kara stirred as Sylvie indulged in a taste of her, licking along the outer edge of Kara’s ear.

“Mmp… Mir’… dun thick I can go ‘gain. ‘M sleepy.” Kara murmured without so much as cracking an eyelid.

In her muddled state, Kara clearly assumed it was Miri kissing her. Sylvie smiled. She planted a quick kiss on Kara’s cheek before sitting up and again working her way up Kara’s back, this time rubbing and kneading at the muscles beneath the surface as she went.

“Mmmmmerrrmmmmm… ‘kay. Ne’er mind.” Kara amended, with something between a moan and a purr.

Sylvie looked up when Miri slid onto the bed between Kara and the wall. Again, Kara took no notice, but was apparently not so dead to the world that she couldn’t continue issuing intermittent appreciative purrings.

“Awww, how cute.” Miri whispered.

She watched for a bit, then scooted closer and leaned to whisper in Sylvie’s ear. When she drew back, Sylvie was smiling her shy little smile, but she met Miri’s gaze and nodded. She worked her way backward and Miri moved to take her place, straddling Kara’s lower back and taking over the massage.

As she crawled back over Kara’s legs, Sylvie unceremoniously dragged Kara’s tights along with her. It took a couple strategic tugs to work them over hips and ass, then Sylvie slid them down to Kara’s knees.

“Uh? Miri…” Kara began, sounding surprised and annoyed now. She lifted her head enough to look back over a shoulder.

While she saw Miri resting her hands in front of her there on Kara’s back, she felt something press in against her crotch from behind. In the moment it took her to work out who was doing what and where, Sylvie’s tongue wormed in between her nether lips to tease her hole. Kara gasped and flinched in surprise.

“Miri! What the-?” she began, somewhere between annoyed and outraged.

“Shhh.” Miri cooed, lowering herself onto her elbows to plant wet, sucking kisses along the side of Kara’s neck. “Most people can’t afford this kind of treatment, sleepy-head. Mmmm… so just hush and enjoy.”

Kara had intended to issue one or two objections before grudgingly accepting the attention, but Miri knew how to get to her. Where to kiss or lick or nuzzle. Between that and Sylvie’s slippery explorations between her legs, Kara had gone limp and twitchy before Miri had finished speaking.

Pleasure and arousal slowly mixed with the receding soft-around-the-edges quality in Kara’s mind. She moved languidly. Spreading her legs for Sylvie, she resumed her earlier purring moans as the girl’s tongue found her clit.

Shortly there came a muffled squeak from the vicinity of Kara’s crotch. The change had come suddenly and was over in a blink. Kara rolled her hips back to accommodate the growth of her erection, inadvertently painting her juices up Sylvie’s face.

Sylvie drew back, grinning and sputtering. Miri glanced back.

“I think you may have given her a fat lip, but she’s smiling.” she informed Kara. “Was that my new friend joining us?”

Kara nodded.

“Good.” Miri rolled off and motioned Sylvie back. “Let’s roll you over and say hello.”

Kara rolled her eyes, but turned over onto her back. On a whim she drew her legs up, pressing her thighs together, hiding her cock. She propped herself up on an elbow to watch Sylvie’s face as she spread her legs again. The little librarian’s reaction was priceless. Kara soaked it in for a moment or two before moving a hand down next to the focus of Sylvie’s attention and curling a finger in a ‘come hither’ motion.

Sylvie looked up to meet Kara’s gaze. She blinked, smiled, but didn’t lower her eyes this time.

“Sorry about waking you.” she offered, wiping a lingering bit of dampness from her nose. She moved closer, running a hand slowly up Kara’s left leg.

“Eh. I gather you had help.” She turned her head to shoot Miri an overly dramatic, accusatory glare.

Miri smiled beatifically.

“Well, with you likely leaving tomorrow on your flower hunt quest, I thought it best to make the most of tonight. It’s possible we might even miss you when you’re gone. Maybe. A little bit.” Miri replied in mock indifference.

“Uh huh.” Kara returned her attention to Sylvie, who had crawled Canlı Bahis Sitesi up between her legs.

“May I…?” Sylvie asked hesitantly, tipping her head to look up around Kara’s cock.

“I’m not gonna stop you,” Kara laughed, “just mind the teeth.”

Miri watched, bemused, while Sylvie shifted between indulging her curiosity and her lust. Shortly, she lay back to rest her head on Kara’s shoulder. Bringing her left hand up, she absently caressed Kara’s breast.

“‘S funny,” Kara murmured, “For all this business with cursed cocks and flower fucking quests, I thought I’d be the one hunting for sex, not having it thrust upon me like a stallion at a stud farm.”

“You’re big, but I wouldn’t go so far as to compare you to a horse.”

“You been studying horse cocks while I was away?” Kara teased.

“No. Not yet. Although, with you leaving tomorrow…’

The two shared a laugh.

Further down the bed, Sylvie had been tracing a fingertip down the underside of Kara’s length and watching as it twitched. She raised her head a bit.

“But you don’t really feel that way?” she asked.

“Hmm?? What’s that, love?” Miri paused in her idle chatter.

“You don’t really feel like… like a stallion-?” Sylvie addressed Kara.

“Like I’m being used just for sex, you mean? Of course not.” Kara smiled. “Just… ironic – I have this quest to find girls to fuck, and it’s supposed to be-“

“Daunting.” Miri chimed in.

“Daunting,” Kara cut her eyes momentarily in Miri’s direction, “but now I’ve got two at once, giving me more than I know what to do with.”

“Oh.”

Satisfied, Sylvie moved her face close to Kara’s considerable erection, but without breaking eye contact. Holding Kara’s gaze, she pressed a firm, moist kiss to the underside of the hot, swollen head. Pulling back again, she gave Kara that shy smile, but with a definite hint of naughtiness.

The kiss felt good, but the way the little librarian held her with those usually innocent eyes while delivering it had a much stronger effect. Kara inhaled deeply, feeling the heat of lust within her rekindling. As Sylvie drew back, Kara’s cock throbbed, reflexively bobbing to thud gently against the girl’s nose. She blinked, then broke into a grin.

Wrapping one hand slowly around Kara’s shaft, she considered it’s girth and the length still emerging above her grasp.

“It’s not as big as before, is it?” she asked, sounding thoughtful.

“Well, to be fair,” Miri replied, “it’s last performance was rather spectacular, and that was just before you came in. Probably even a magical curse-induced cock is going to need a little recovery after that.”

“Still… big.” the little librarian said slowly, moving her hand up to rub her palm over Kara’s swollen head.

“Just take it slow, love.” Miri softly encouraged. As she spoke, she shifted about, moving to straddle Kara, facing Sylvie. “Why don’t you come up here with me. If you’re on top, you can control things – how fast, how deep… and I’m sure Kara won’t mind someone else doing all the work.”

Kara feigned clearing her throat loudly.

“She’s right, Sylvie.” Kara spoke from beneath Miri’s hind quarters. “Although I don’t know when she decided she was a chicken and my head was an egg.”

A little drunk on hormones, pheromones, and unusually pleasant comeraderie, Sylvie carefully moved up to straddle Kara’s midsection. In moving over the other woman’s lap, she stayed low enough that Kara’s cock fetched up against her crotch. As she moved forward, the shaft was pressed back and down so that as she settled, she pinned it between her slick pink mound and Kara’s belly.

Kara made a happy little sound as Sylvie eased down a little more of her weight and ground her hips forward and back. At the same time she regarded Miri’s freshly washed, if still a bit rosey, undercarriage.

“Didn’t you just get clean?” she asked, bringing her hands up to her friend’s ass to help her balance.

“Yes. I did. Very.” Miri replied, dipping her hindquarters just slightly closer.

“Just for me, huh? How thoughtful.” Kara mused before tipping her head back and putting her tongue to good use.

“Mmm, you say that now…” Miri replied cryptically.

Kara got no chance to ponder the comment, as Sylvie chose that moment to realign things and then lower herself onto Kara’s cock. She took just the head at first. Kara’s tongue stopped for a moment. She moaned her surprise into Miri’s again moist cleft. Sylvie was obviously smaller than Miri, but Kara hadn’t considered how much smaller she might be on the inside. Miri had been tight, but Sylvie felt like a slick second skin that was almost too tight to fit. Except when her insides flexed and spasmed, loosening here, but tightening there.

A second surprise came on the heels of the first when, without warning, Miri shifted forward. It took a moment for Kara to realize exactly where her tongue had ended up.

“Mmph!” she hummed angrily.

“Very clean.” Miri reiterated, as if to herself.

Kara stopped trying to press herself back into her pillow. She supposed one more new thing wasn’t likely to kill her. Maybe. Tentatively she extended her tongue again. After a bit of probing, finding nothing offensive, she pressed gently at Miri’s tight little pucker.

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The Wedding Ch. 09

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The Wedding

(Patti Cake part 3)

Chapter 9 – Coerced, Consumed and Consummated…

After wrestling my Uncle John out of his suit and laying him out on his back, I knew his passed-out routine was all a farce as he looked to me winking with a smile before going back into his pretend-coma… Faking it in front of Patti and no doubt doing so in the want of staying here beside us in our marital bed – and whatever else he was thinking about doing…

***

“Come on baby, he’s out cold and to be honest, I am kinda turned on with him being here, it’s like we’re sneaking around and might get caught… Here, come to me, kneel here for me…” Patti said then as I looked over and across my ‘sleeping’ Uncle John to see my new bride sitting on her side of the bed -topless with nothing else on her except for her lilac coloured panties and her lacy-top, stay-up stockings.

Stripped of everything else my eyes went wide, quickly looking to my Uncle to make sure he wasn’t seeing the same thing I was… My wife sitting there on the other side of the bed –naked from her panties up…

“Patti..! What are you doing? I thought you said we weren’t going do that – here tonight with – with him, with my Uncle John – right here beside us..?”

“Oh would you stop worrying so much… He won’t see if you’re over here on your knees, now hop to it missy or I will wake him up…” Patti came back then, giving me what for and making it clear that she wanted me over there, on the floor gong down on her – and if I didn’t, she’d wake-up my fake-sleeping Uncle where I knew he’d take control and do whatever he wanted with her.

“Okay! Okay… Just keep your voice down; if he’s asleep at all, I don’t want you waking him up… Do – do you want me to take my clothes off?” I asked as I made my way around to her and feeling very unsure as I did so, not even knowing if I should undress, it just didn’t feel right with my Uncle there laying beside us.

“Yes, get naked and I don’t care if he does hear us, this is our wedding night and I’ll scream the roof down if I want to…” Patti answered as I came around, taking off my jacket and hurrying to get out of my dress shirt or my ‘blouse’ really…

Topless like Patti, down to my own stockings and garters, the crotchless panties as well, I left them all on me for the time being and sank to my knees, settling myself in front of Patti as she sat, her ass near the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide, already splaying herself open and running her two fingers through her wet, excited labia… Her clitty ring – the counterpart to my new ring, with its matching inset diamond gleaming and wet with her essence, enticing me, luring me in…

How could I resist?

Making contact with my lips Patti groaned “Ohhh… Yes, that’s it – get in there baby, lick your new wife’s pussy for her…”

“Ohh this is so hot – doing this – with your Uncle passed out. I feel so sexy and sneaky… Do you think he’d mind if I felt him up while you licked me?” Patti exclaimed as I opened my mouth wide enough to take her fleshy pink skinned pussy lips into my own… Sucking at her gently with light pressure to begin with while hearing her talk, asking me and teasing me, telling me she wants to feel up my Uncle’s big cock as I lick her to orgasm.

“Mmmmph! Patti – No! Shhhh… Don’t say stuff like that! He’ll hear you…” I cried back to her, my voice urgent but hushed…

I felt sneaky as well doing this with him there – but for some reason, I wasn’t getting the same kick out of this like Patti was – and I wonder why? I mean, as I though of it and if this situation had been reversed with let’s say, one of Patti’s hot Aunt’s laying there instead of my big, boorish Uncle John, how would she feel then?

But then again, I realized even this thought was ridiculous because I doubt Patti would have cared either way… I mean hell, if that were the case..? I’m more than sure my sex-mad wife, instead of getting angry… No… Patti would probably strip off her clothes and join right in…

“Okay! Relax already would you? I’ll be quiet for your sake but you – get back to what you were doing… The ‘one’ thing you’re actually good at…” Patti answered, taking my heed at last and quieting her voice down as she placed her hand to the back of my head and was pulling me back into her centre…

Getting me back to do the ‘one’ thing I’m good at…

“Mmmm… Ohh! Oh… Yes -my clit baby…” Patti mewed as I went back down on her, going for her clit this time, licking all around the hard little nub just the way I know she likes before gently sucking and pulling her in with gentle, consistent pressure while letting my tongue flick over her clitty ring, driving her wild.

“Ohhh yes do that… Oh I love it when you suck my clit like that and play with my ring… Uhhh its sooo good… It’s – it’s like you’re sucking my cock… Mmmm… Gabby…Suck my clitty cock… Mmmm… Oh yes baby -with you in your jojobet cage… Uhhh… My little clitty cock… It’s… It’s even bigger than you… Oh! Ummmph! Uncle – J oh-nggg – Unnggg… Mm-mph… Umm…” Patti called out then -or she tried to as I did my best, wanting to live up to her expectations but then, strangely, without really knowing why, she started gurgling a lot and calling out what I thought was my Uncle ‘s name…

“Mmmmph… Ummm… Oh it’s so big… Ummm – Ummm…” She called out again as I stayed down on her a moment longer, concentrating and thinking it was me pleasuring her – but not realizing that it wasn’t me – it wasn’t my pussy-licking skills that had her moaning and gasping and sounding like… like…

“Noooo..!” I hollered out…

“No Patti..! What..? Uncle John! No… Stop..!” I cried out as I looked up,… My eyes not believing for a second until the image registered in my head and everything caught up with me… But I wasn’t wrong, it was him, he was there…

It was my Uncle John and he wasn’t passed out drunk on the bed beside us… No, he was VERY much awake and he was ‘very-much’ kneeling over Patti, over my wife who was topless, tits jiggling and flat on her back…

Letting him climbed up, Uncle John was straddling Patti’s top half with he knees on either side of her head, the front of his boxer shorts pulled down -and Patti – there incredibly with her mouth open, willingly taking him in and sucking his big, inflamed looking, large purple headed ‘man-sized’ tower of a cock…

“Ohhh Yeah girl… Suck that cock… Suck a REAL cock… See sissy? It’s too late now, she loves it and she won’t stop… Will you slut-bride..?” Uncle John called out then, looking down at me from his perch, straddled above my beloved, my brand-new wife, with his big cock sticking half way down her throat, his huge ball sack covered in thick, wiry red-pubes, t-bagging and resting on her forehead… The sight was too horrifying and utterly surreal for me to comprehend…

“Patti please! What are you doing? You can’t let him… Not tonight!” I cried again but my desperate pleas were falling on deaf ears as she continued to lick, slurp and suck at my Uncle John’s huge member right there in front of me.

“Mm-mph… Oh baby please… He’s sooo big – and his cock, I need it… I need to get fucked Gabby… Since you can’t do it for me, you have to let him baby… I need to get fucked on my wedding night – by somebody… With a ‘real’ cock…” Patti cried back at me as she wrestled herself out from under my Uncle, taking his big, spit-wet cock out of her mouth but keeping him in her hand, more or less showing me how big my Uncles huge cock really is…

Showing and tormenting me, telling me that I MUST to let him fuck her, I have no choice but to let him consummate our marriage – because – well… because obviously, as Patti so needlessly pointed out…

I can’t…

“Lister to her sissy… And look at you…” My Uncle John barked at me then, his voice sounding scornful and leaving me quite frightened of him as I shook, collapsed on the floor, half naked, my light mascara running in a mess of tears.

“You’re not even fit to fuck your own wife – and like she said… On her wedding night… No… You just sit back and watch princess… You may already know your place in ‘her’ family – even taking her last name, their family name – ‘Gabby – fucking – Lynch’…You’re as pathetic as your old man…” He hollered getting louder as he went on, not stopping…

“And speaking of him… Now it’s time you paid attention and learned how your old man lived… He gave up your Mom without a second thought… He was her willing cuck who would fluff my cock and he even begged me to fuck his ass, saying he wanted me to cement his place and let him know for sure just who ruled the roost in our family… Who was the real ‘cock’ in this barn-yard…”

Continuing, Uncle John heaped the humiliation on top of me as I shook on the floor, calling me out and even proving how I was just like my ‘old-man’ as he had called my Dad, and I couldn’t deny it… I couldn’t deny any of it because, hell – up to this point? I think I’d long surpassed any sick, perverted things my Dad was coerced into – or even wanted to do…

I mean Christ! How many gay-porn movies had my Father starred in? Yeah… Not too many I would assume… Which was at least three less than me…

Crushed, I stayed where I was, slunk back on my heels, defeated again, with my shoulders hung low and my eye’s full of tears… But even then, knowing he had me, seeing me there broken and offering no resistance – yet apparently, to my Uncle John and his sadistic ways, this wasn’t enough… Not for him…

“You’re a disgrace to our family aren’t you sissy? Taking your wife’s name… Who ever heard of that..? And now… Now she WANTS me to fuck her while you watch… Isn’t that so Patti-Cake..?” He asked Patti while digging in deep and jojobet Giriş really hurting me because he was right again, I was a shame on our family name, giving it up along with my honour and dignity while once again telling me how he was going to fuck my wife, asking her to tell me that she wanted it too, that she wanted my Uncle to fuck her…

“Oh-God yes! Please..! I can’t wait to get this monster cock into me…” She readily replied as she stayed sat up on the bed with my Uncle’s big cock still in her hand with him sort of behind her, kneeling and leering at me with an evil, mean looking, curling smile across his lips.

“And I’m sorry Gabby, but he is right…” Patti went on… “You didn’t live up to your name, that’s why you’ve let me take it away from you… Just like now… Just like how I’m going to let him take me… How I’m going to let your Uncle fuck me…”

“Yeah, you’re damn right – and I’m going to fuck that pussy hard, make it mine – like I did with his Mom… But first, I have to take care of something…” Uncle John continued, agreeing with Patti while moving quickly, coming off the bed and straight at me.

“Ahhhggg..!”I gasped as he called out “Come here you…” grabbing and taking me by the arm, lifting me up and making me cry out with the sudden surprise of his jumping up like that, landing on his feet from the bed and coming up to me with his boxer shorts still tucked under his big, erect cock and hairy ball sack leaving them exposed and bouncing as he came at me with surprising speed.

“This is something I used to do with his old man… Something to set the mood…” He grunted out while jostling me around like a rag-doll, dropping himself to the bed beside Patti and hauling me down with him, effortlessly pulling me across his lap…

“Uhhh! Ahhhggg – Wha..? What are you..?” I managed to get out before he slapped my ass the first time… “SWACK!” – the sound, exploding in my ears as loud and cracking as the pain I suddenly felt rifling through my left ass cheek… and from there – he went to town on me unleashing his big, gnarly calloused right hand down upon my bare, fleshy-pink skinned ass…

“SWACK! SLAP! CRACK – CRACK..!”

“Ahhhggg! Ohhh! Uncle – J- John..! P-Please!” I wailed as he continued undaunted with my cries, holding me over his lap, his barrage of incredibly hard and painful spanking slaps coming like machine gun bullets on a bandoleer… With a leg thrown over the backs of mine effectively holding me in place, all I could do was thrashing and squirming, calling out and hating what had to be the hardest, most painful spanking I’d yet to receive…

The pain was so sudden and so intense, bursting in my head like a super nova and reminding me again of what my Mom had said long ago about my Uncle John…

“You’re Uncle John – he’s a spanker…” She had said and she was too bloody right as well because this… This was something else… This was ferocious compared to the licking Darren had given me for only partial spilling a bottle of wine up while we were up at the fishing lodge… this felt ten times worse…

“Ooohhhh! Ple-e-ase!” I whined in a near breathless cry as it went on, each powerful slapping sting, landing and thumping through me, leaving me gasping and fighting just for air to breath – let alone the ability to scream…

“SLAP..!SMACK-SMACK-CRACK..!”

“I spanked your old man too… Every time he was there… Every time he watched and wanked his little dick when I fucked his wife… And you know who that is don’t you sissy…?”

“SMACK-SLAP-CRACK..!”

“You’re Mommy dearest… I fucked you Mom in front of your Dad…”

“Ahhhhhgggg… Ohh! Please! Not so –Ohhh not so h-hard!” I cried as he told me more, more humiliating information about – not my past -but certainly my lineage – my heritage and now… Now it was being carried on… Becoming yet but one more rights of passage, living out and carrying on all of these bizarre family traditions… My Uncle John, spanking me as he had my father before fucking my Mom – and now… He was spanking me, before fucking Patti…

And where was Patti..? Where was my loving, caring wife during this realized nightmare..?

She wasn’t looking after me… No, my Patti-Cake, my new-bride, she wasn’t concerned about me, or it sure didn’t seem that way… Not with her down there, on her knees next to me, tugging and wrestling my Uncle John’s boxer shorts off the rest of the way – all in an effort to fulfill her own needs – to get him naked and get him ready… Ready to fuck her on our wedding night…

It wasn’t until Patti had finished her lust-thirsty deed of stripping him of his boxers did my Uncle John finally finish with me… Pushing and shoving me off of him where I landed with a ‘thud’ the sudden stop sending a jarring shuddering wave through me hitting my chastity cage like a clanged bell, the numbing sting making me cry out.

“Aaahhh… Th- that huuuurts…” jojobet Güncel Giriş I wailed again, this time believing I was truly inured as my tapped balls rang out with such stinging, gripping pain -but then looking quickly, examining my exposed caged and pierced little dickie surrounded by all that heavy gauged chrome metal – I was surprised to not see any fresh blood or visible damage… Other than the resounding ache left droning through my balls, making me feel ill and only adding to the horror of this entire experience, my dickie – thankfully it was okay… Pierced, stabbed and locked up – but otherwise, everything was ‘okay’…

“Now get up her pretty lady, you know you want this… come on, ask me – beg me to fuck you like your sissy husband’s Mommy…” Uncle John said then turning his full attention to Patti as she moved to step in front of him with his legs splayed, letting his big dick pop up in all of its huge – circumcised glory.

“Nuh-uh…” Patti said back him with a ‘No’ gesture, shaking her finger at him, still smiling and then telling him how she wanted to this to go…

“I want to be taken on my back for my first fuck as a married woman… You know? The proper way, missionary at first – and then you can have me any way you want me… But also… I want something else…” Patti directed telling my Uncle how she wanted to be taken and fucked on her – or- ‘our’ wedding night.

“Come here Gabby, I want you up here too baby…” She continued, explaining to my Uncle – and me – first telling him she wanted him ‘missionary’ on –top when he fucks her, but also saying that she wanted me there as well…

“Get up on the bed with me Gabby… Lean back, up against the head board, I want you to be there with me while your Uncle fucks me… You can kiss me and hold me – and I’ll let you play with my nipples…” Patti instructed then as I slowly picked myself up off of the floor, still quite upset with this whole scenario – yet wordlessly, I answered her request climbing up onto the bed and sitting myself down as she had asked, upright with my back to the big wooden headboard, my legs out straight waiting for her to come join me, to sit between my parted thighs.

“Mmmm… Oh this is going to be so nice and thank you Gabby, thank you for everything – especially this… Ooh I’m sooo in the mood to get fucked…” Patti said to me as she placed herself between my open legs, growling out that last bit, as she kissed me hard on the lips where of course, I kissed her back, at the odd angle craning my neck until our lips met.

Turning then, after our kiss we both looked up to see my Uncle John standing there at the end of the bed, leering at us – or Patti really, starring at her with a big satisfied grin on his face…

But honestly, in that moment..? I don’t think either of us was looking at his face…

“Oh God Gabby, look how big he is! He’s even bigger than Dean!” Patti exclaimed then as she leaned back into me with my Uncle stood there, stroking his big, hard –angry looking cock.

“You want this big thing don’t you Patti-Cake..? You want this big cock to batter that pussy, bake you a cake and then cover you in my icing..?” He said to her using such crude terms all in reference to the pet name I have for her…

That was MY pet name for Patti -the one that I use – the one that I made up “-and how dare him!” I thought to myself -but as I was currently burning from both ends, my hard spanked red ass and as well, my tormented, humiliated red face – so I wasn’t about to push my luck too much by trying to put up a fruitless resistance…

“Um-mm-Hummm… Yes please Sir..! Will you take me and fuck me..? Fuck me on my wedding night and make me a ‘real’ married woman..?” Patti asked but more so requested of my Uncle as I felt her pushing back into me, her tailbone making hard contact with my cage, the sudden pressure leaving me to wince, hissing out with the added pain.

Looking from over Patti’s shoulder I felt my stomach going tight as Uncle John climbed up from the end of the bed, coming at us like an old Jaguar, looking hungry and still quite able to tear apart and devour his cornered prey…

“Are you ready Patti- Cake? Are you ready for this Baker’s man..?” He said then, using the cake reference again as he reached us, kneeling up and taking hold of that huge weapon of my mass-destruction, his big, hard, purple headed cock.

“Oh yes please! But… But can Gabby put it in..? I want to see Gabby’s hand around your big cock as he puts you in me… Mmmm – Oh I want it that way, that’s so hot…” Patti answered but also, making a request – one that I wasn’t too sure I was up for… But again, and as always… What was ever up to me?

“Yeahhh – fuck yeah that sounds about perfect for this little fag sissy… Don’t forget, I saw you starring in all your films, letting yourself go -being the real fag we all know you are… So go ahead Gabby – or maybe we should call you ‘Faggy’ instead? Either way – grab my cock… We know you want this…We know you want me to fuck her… But before you do… You’re gonna fluff my cock, get me good and hard… Just like your old man… Like cuckold-fag-father –like sissy-fag son -as they always say!”

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Finding Her Master Pt. 09

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Airtight

Chapter 12

Robin felt the aftershocks slowly subsiding while Joe signed the papers. Her stomach still aching from her climax when another feeling started to emerge inside her. Tensing her stomach muscles to hold back the sudden need to relieve herself. Sucking down on her lower lip and slowly rocking her body, wishing Master would hurry.

“Thank you,” Joe replied giving a tug on Robin’s leash as they walked in to the main area.

“Master, may I speak?”Robin whispered meekly.

“Yes, slave,”Joe replied, granting her request.

“May your slave go to the slave’s girls room? I need to relieve myself.”Robin pleaded, her eyes looking down at the floor adding, “Master, may I pleaasssse?”

It was hard for Joe not to chuckle out loud at her request and try to keep his composure as a slight grin appeared on his lips. When they were at home Robin just said excuse me, tonight she looked a little embarrassed for asking.

“Yes pet, you may,”Joe told her as he led her to the door of the female slave’s room.

Joe stopped her at the door telling her, “Lift your chin pet, so I can unhook your leash.”

“Yes, Master,”Robin replied as she raised her head.

Lowering his mouth down close to her ear, whispering, “Remove the plug from your ass and clean it, slave,”as his fingers pressed on the plug.

“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”Robin replied moaning deep.

Robin placed her hand on the ornately carved oak wooden door for the female slave’s room. Giving the door a push it swung open easily on its black iron hinges. Robin saw two hands cast in brass pointing left and right. Robin noticed the left hand was pointing to the locker area and the right hand was pointing to the bathroom area. Robin turned quickly to her right and walked through another oak door. The light red walls rimmed with black drapes encasing paintings of female slaves in various styles of bondage graced her eyes.

Quickly walking in, Robin saw the crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the room. The white glow in the red room with brass and paintings took her breath away. Robin saw several free standing white marble wash basins against one wall. The sound of her heels clicking on the marble tile floor as she walked over to the bathroom stalls. The doors were all oak hanging on black iron posts. Robin entered the first stall and shut the door behind her sliding the lock closed. Slightly bending over, Robin lifted her skirt above her hips. Reaching her hand behind her ass her fingers grasped the end of the anal plug.

The plug gave some resistance as she pulled it slowly from her sore hole. The plug had filled her ass for several hours tormenting her. She felt the feeling of emptiness in her as her sore rosebud slowly closed. Robin sat down on the toilet and noticed the oak panel walls as her full bladder emptied. While she was sitting there, Robin heard the sound of the door opening and the noise of heels walking in the room.

Robin stood up, lowering her skirt down over her ass. Lightly sliding her hands over the fabric. Grasping the lock on the door and sliding it open.Taking a deep breath, Robin pulled the door open. It was then Robin noticed the stunning view of a tall redheaded woman dressed in a full black fishnet body stocking encased in white satin gloves past her elbows. Robin saw her fingers lightly touching up her long red hair. Robin heard the jingle of a small pad lock on her three inch wide black leather wrist cuffs. Robin took a glance down to her white leather boots that went up to her mid thighs. The three inch black leather cuffs buckled around her ankles as she stood by the mirror her legs slightly spread.

Robin’s eyes followed up the woman’s body noticing the stocking was open down the slit of her ass and pussy. What got Robin’s attention was the leather body straps going between her legs and crisscrossing her body. She could not see the face of the woman in front of her as she walked over to one basin to wash her hands and plug. While Robin washed her hands the scent of the woman’s perfume wafted up her nose. Robin took a slight sniff and knew that scent of perfume. It was the same perfume her friend Julia wore.

Robin finished washing her hands and turned to reach the towel hanging on the bar when she saw the face of the women standing there. Robin let a small sharp gasp escape her lips, Julia’s face turned towards the sound Robin made.

“Oh my God…Julia?”Robin stuttered.

“Robin is that you behind that mask? Oh my God, what are you doing here?”Julia gasped.

“Me…what are you doing here?”Robin replied.

“Dan brought me here tonight. I met him while you were out of town. He came to the clerk’s office to file some paperwork. I knew him from college and we dated some. Now what are you doing here, Robin?”Julia asked.

Robin felt the heat of her cheeks grow red as she replied lowering her head, “My Master brought me here.”

“Robin, are you a slave? I had no idea you were in the life. Oh my, why didn’t Betturkey you ever tell me? Who is he?”Julia asked.

“Remember when my car broke down and was towed to the shop?”Robin asked

adding, “the man who owns the shop, he is my Master.”

“Your new boyfriend is your Master?”Julia gasped.

“Yes, I have been his slave since then,”Robin said meekly lowering her head feeling the heat in cheeks again.

“Oh my god Robin, you of all people. I never would have guessed you were in the life. I am so happy for you!”Julie said reaching her arms out, pulling Robin closer hugging her tight.

“Julia please do me a huge favor, do not tell Dan you saw me here, please. Dan works with me and I can not have him know my secret life.”Robin begged.

“Sure Robin, I promise, but he will find out eventually.”Julia replied.

“I have to go, Master is waiting for me,”Robin said.

Robin started to walk away from her when she turned back saying, “By the way, you look gorgeous in that outfit.”

“Thanks,”Julia replied with a grin and a wink.

Robin was still shaking a little as she walked out of the bathroom. Seeing Joe standing there with her leash in his hand she felt her nipples press on her blouse and the wetness trickled down her thighs. Just the look of his face with that grin that was pure evil, but his eyes glowed with lust as she saw him watching her as she walked towards him. Stopping just in front of Joe, Robin raised her chin up exposing the d-ring on her collar.

Joe noticed a panicky look in her eyes as he clicked the leash on her collar asking, “What’s wrong, pet?”

“Joe, I mean Master, did you see the redhead that went into the slaves bathroom?”Robin asked hesitantly.

“Yes, I did see her. Why?”Joe replied.

“That red headed slave was Julia, my friend from the clerks office. She is here with Dan Fitzpatrick, the new lawyer from the law firm. I asked her not to tell Dan she saw me here with you. I can not let him see me here tonight.”Robin told Joe, adding, “May we go home Master, please?”Her voice cracked as she choked up.

“Pet, you are wearing a mask. If Julia is your friend she will not tell Dan you are here tonight. No, we are staying and we are going to enjoy ourselves tonight,”Joe told her as his fingertips wiped a small tear from her her cheek.

“But Master…”Robin started to protest.

“No pet, we are staying here,”Joe lightly growled in her ear.

“Yes, Master,”Robin meekly said her body starting to tremble.

Joe noticed the bathroom door open and he saw Julia walk out going to the main area. With a tug on her leash they walked following Julia inside the main room.The room was large with a dining area on one side and in the center of the large open room was a circular raised stage with an x cross and a padded spanking bench. Behind the x cross Joe noticed the rack with various whips, chains, lengths of rope, and floggers. On a table near the rack was a selection of various toys placed there. Joe noticed a set of six stands holding large thick candles at various heights. Hanging above the stage was a spot light rack with different lights for different effects on the stage.

The lounge area had a long wooden bar against the far wall with black iron lanterns illuminating the bar. The whole room was lit in a light glow from the wall sconces imitated mid evil lanterns. Joe and Robin stood there taking in the expanse of the room. Music was softly coming from the multiple speakers hanging all around the room. They were greeted by a server dressed as a waif and led to a table near the stage. Joe saw Robin acting nervous as he saw her look towards a table near the lounge area.

Joe turned his head towards the direction Robin was looking and saw the redhead with a tall gentlemen dressed in a black leather vest and pants. “Relax pet, Dan will never know you are here tonight,”Joe tried to reassure her.

When they were seated the server asked them, “Sir, would you like something from the bar for you and your sub?”

“Just two ice teas,”Joe replied.

“Yes, Sir,”the waif replied, bowing at the waist as she left.

“Spread your legs, slave,”Joe ordered her as he opened the menu.

“Yes, Master,”Robin replied.

Joe was reading the menu when the lights on the stage grew brighter. “Masters and Mistress’s can I have your attention. We have a special guest here tonight. Master J.J. is going to demonstrate his skills with the bull whip tonight. Master D has graciously volunteered his services with his slave.”

Joe watched as Dan and Julia stood up and walked towards the stage. Joe also saw J.J walk on the stage with a red leather bull whip hanging from his belt out towards the stage. Dan ordered Julia to kneel beside him. J.J walked up to Dan shaking his hand while gazing down to Julia’s kneeling form.

Master J.J. or Pudge, as Joe remembered him, spoke, “Dan, would you order your slave to light that row of six candles Betturkey Giriş on the stand.”

“Do as Master J.J. requests, you will follow all his commands, slave,”Dan told her sternly looking down on her kneeling form.

“Yes, Sir,”Julia replied meekly.

Julia rose up from the floor and took the candle lighter from the table and lit each candle. After the last candle was lit, Julia heard Master J.J tell Dan to have his slave stand behind the first candle.

Dan looked over at Julia and with a nod from his head Julia walked back to the first candle, standing behind it with her hands clasped behind her back. Master J.J. removed the bull whip from his belt letting the tip fall to the floor. With a light flick of his wrist the whip stretched out in front of him. Joe watched as J.J. took a few steps forward measuring the distance with another flick of his wrist.

Joe moved his chair closer to Robin so he could have a better view of the stage. Her skirt bunched around her upper thighs from her spread legs. With her palms on her thighs, Joe noticed her eyes watching the stage.The lights dimmed and a spot light illuminated Master J. J. Another spot light appeared on Julia’s standing form behind each lit candle.

A different image was taking over Joe’s mind as Master J.J. slowly faded away. The image of Joe standing there wearing his leather pants. The white satin ruffled shirt unbuttoned to his waist and Julia’s image faded into Robin’s image. His cock slowly grew in his pants as he imagined staring deep into Robin’s eyes. He saw the heat of her lust in them mixed with the look of complete trust in what he was going to do. The ache of not having her in his arms this week slowly faded away as his fingertips lightly grazed her thigh.

Robin moved her leg towards his touch. A slight gasp escaped from her lips as Joe’s tips dragged closer to her pussy. Her body trembled as his tips touched her wet slit. Joe felt her juices cover his fingers as he dragged them up her slit. Robin squirmed in her chair as he touched her swollen clit. Joe watched the scene intently on the stage as he felt her squirm.

Julia was standing behind the tallest candle, from his view Joe saw that the candle was even with her breasts. Master J.J. raised his arm and with a flick of his wrist the whip lashed out towards the candle. The cracking sound struck his ears as the flame blew out. Joe saw the fabric of her covered breast tear and a thin red line appeared. Julia’s face grimaced from the strike. Joe pressed his finger harder on Robin’s clit at the sound of the strike.

Robin let out a small moan as he pressed her clit, her ass lifting slightly from her chair. Master J. J. motioned Julia to stand behind the next candle. Julia obeyed and moved behind the next candle. The candle was the same height as the first candle. Joe’s fingers slid down her wet slit as J.J. raised his arm again, with a sudden flick of his wrist the whip lashed out again striking Julia’s other breast. The flame blew out and a tear was visible on the stocking at the top of her breast.

Julia grimaced as the line appeared on her breast and Joe saw her knees buckle a bit. Robin moaned louder as Joe squeezed her hot pussy at the strike. Robin pushed her hips against his hand as Joe slid a finger inside her wet hole. Robin’s eyes never left the scene on the stage.

Joe leaned over and kissed Robin’s neck lightly as he whispered to her to open her blouse and expose her breasts.

Without any hesitation Robin’s hands pulled her blouse open to the sides, her breasts fully exposed. Joe continued to lightly stroke her pussy as J.J. had Julia move to the next candle. The next candle was even with her thighs. The sound of the whip cracking against her upper thigh as the flame blew out and the tear on the stocking appeared. Julia flinched at the strike but stood as still as possible

Robin’s leg flinched at the strike and another low groan escaped her throat. Joe noticed that with each strike Robin flinched with Julia’s movements. He felt her thighs getting soaked with each strike. Joe looked around the dining area and saw everyones eyes watching Master J.J.’s mastery of the whip. He heard several groans around him from the crowd with each strike. Robin was on fire, her pussy spasming with each stroke of Joe’s touch. Master J.J. motioned Julia again to the next candle.

Robin’s fists balled up tight as the whip found its mark on Julia’s other thigh. Her breathing became faster as Joe rubbed her hard clit. Joe saw her chest rise and fall with each breath as he continued to toy with her clit. Julia moved to the next candle and was told to turn around so her ass was facing the candle. Julia turned her body placing her hands behind her head and slightly bending forward.

The sound of the whip cracking through the air finding its mark on Julia’s ass. Then in a quick second after the first strike the sound of it striking her flesh again. Julia let out a soft yelp of Betturkey Güncel Giriş pain after the second strike. Joe watched as Julia struggled to maintain her pose waiting for the command to move. Robin let out a small groan as Joe pushed his thumb hard on her clit forcing her to move her hips towards his hand.

Joe glanced over to her and saw her lower lip sucked deep in her mouth. Robin’s breathing coming faster as Joe knew she was on the verge of exploding and her hands balled into fists as she held back waiting for the command to cum. His cock was straining to be released from the confines of his pants and he needed her right there and now. Remembering what the rules were for dining room Joe stopped rubbing her swollen clit.

“Master, do not stop! Please let me cum for you! I am that close. Please Master, let me cum,”Robin begged as Joe pulled his hand away.

“No my pet, later I will let you cum. Let’s enjoy our time here,”Joe said to her as he licked his fingers of her juices.

Master J.J. had Julia walk in front of the candle stand and he placed a candle in each of her hands. “Hold these up in front of you slave,”he told her as he walked away.

Robin gasped at the cuts on Julia’s body stocking from the whip. The thin lines left by the whip on her skin had already started to fade. She watched in awe as Master J.J. swung the whip in a circular fashion over his head. With a flick of his wrist the tip whistled out towards the lit candles. In a quick succession the whip cracked and half of the first candle landed on the floor. Then a split second later the second lit candle followed the first.

“Master, please can we go home? I am on fire and I need you!”Robin pleaded between gasps.

The hardness in Joe’s pants decided for him when he replied, “Yes, we are leaving now my pet.”

Joe watched as Master J.J. coiled up his whip attaching it back on his belt. The room broke out in applause as they all walked of the stage. Robin was still trembling a little when she felt the tug on her leash as Joe stood up.

“Let’s go home, pet. Master wants you,”

Standing up beside her Master, Robin could not help it and flashed Joe a huge smile replying, “Yes Master, your pet desperately needs you to use her.”

“Close your blouse pet, and we will leave,”Joe said.

“Master, please let me it leave open like this. I want to show them that I am your slutty pet tonight. Please, may I? “she pleaded to Joe with her eyes.

“Yes pet, you may,”granting her request had Joe’s cock harder in his pants at the thought of leading her out with her breasts exposed.

Standing by the table as Robin stood up Joe noticed the sheen of her wet thighs from her flooded pussy. Robin reached down to her skirt that was bunched around her waist. Joe thought she was going to pull her skirt down over her ass. Instead of covering her ass, Robin tucked the hem of her skirt in the waist band.

Joe started to feel his heartbeat in his swollen cock and his balls tightened as her saw her exposed like a slut for her Master. Robin finished fixing her skirt and looked up to Joe with a gleam in her eye. The tip of her tongue running over her lips.

Standing with hands behind her back, “Master, I am ready,”she purred.

Joe led her through the crowd in the dining room and he saw the smiles from most of the Masters.

Just as they walked out of the dining room Joe heard someone call his name, asking him to wait a minute. Turning his head to the sound of the mans voice, he saw Master J.J walking up to him. Behind J.J. were Dan and Julia walking up with him.

“I thought that was you leaving. Do you have a minute? I told my nephew here, oh excuse my manors. Joe, this gentleman behind me is my nephew, Dan Fitzpatrick, and his sub, Julia. Dan is an attorney here in town, he just moved here. He needs a mechanic and I told him you are the best in town.”J.J. said.

Joe extended his hand towards Dan’s, shaking it, “J.J. has told me about you Dan, nice to finally meet you.”

“Nice to meet you also, Joe. My uncle here swears by your work. This fine standing sub here is Julia and she works at the clerk’s office. We used to date in college and to my surprise I accidentally found her working here.”

Robin was frantic with worry that Dan would recognize her. Robin took a step behind her Master and lowered her head hoping he would not see her. Robin’s legs felt weak as her heart pounded in her chest and her pussy muscles sent a flood of her juices down her thighs. Robin silently hoped they would leave soon.

Then to her horror she heard Joe say, “J.J., that was a great demonstration on the use of the whip. It was very stimulating watching that. The slave hiding behind me is my pet, she is a little shy as it is her first time here tonight and she isn’t feeling too well. “Joe replied.

Joe reached around and found his wallet taking out a business card handing it to Dan, “Just give me a call to set up an appointment anytime. I would like to talk longer but as I mentioned my pet is not feeling too well and I need to take her home. It was nice to meet you, Dan. Julia, that was a very nice performance, so if you don’t mind we have to go.”

“Nice to meet you too, Joe, and I hope your pet feels better soon,”Dan replied.

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The Sex Experience of Lady Rhua Ch. 02

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Without any hesitation, I immediately opened Skype and typed her name on the search box and in a couple of minutes or so, I sent a message to her and a video call arrived to me. When it was opened, I couldn’t believe what I saw.

Puppy was there, in front of the webcam, wearing a black and red corset, black gloves with matching stockings and red panties. She was sitting on a chair and I could see a nice bulge in her panties, the proof of her excitement. Of course, it was easy to tell she was not a real girl, after all his body was a little too masculine and more important, he was not wearing any wig and there was no sign of make-up on her face. But that view was enough to bring memories back and to make my body react immediately.

That night, Puppy had the chance to just show me how she was dressed and how hard she was just thinking of me watching him. Her cock was still the same and looking at it again after so much time, gave me a strange sensation, a sensation I hadn’t felt for a long time but had never forgotten.

I really hoped to have more time to stay with her but we promised each other to meet again and as soon as we could, because there was too many things to talk about and do…especially now that I had my own space in the house. In fact, during the time away from each other, I had restructured the upper floor, a part of the house which was used just as a storage or to cook something without filling the whole apartment with not so pleasant smell. But now, I had made it a functional place for me, where I could spend time with my friends for dinner or just watching a movie and from now on, I was sure, I would be using it for something else too!

That night, falling asleep wasn’t easy. Every time I tried to close my eyes, the image of Puppy jumped in my mind and with it the memories of our past hot dates. I tossed and turned in bed for hours, trying to push those images away, but I couldn’t. The more I tried, the more they came back hammering in my mind with new and exciting games we could try. Games we would experiment with very soon, especially after I had bought and installed the webcam too.

All we had done in the past was now revived with renewed and intense passion and thanks to Skype it was now alive again. The more we met on Skype, the more we were getting closer and the more I was excited by the idea of becoming a cross-dresser too. I never revealed this fact to Puppy though, probably because I was too shy or because I was too scared by the possibility of being addicted by it.

We spent entire nights together, we explored each other fantasies again but soon it was clear, for me, how much Puppy enjoyed it when I took full control of him, especially when other men were watching her on an adult site with a free webcam service. In those moments, I would treat her as a real puppet in my hands, pushing her to do everything I or his followers wanted, but taking care to not ask her to do things which could reveal her face and identity, something she was scared about.

Of course, she wasn’t always logged on that site, there were days I wanted her just for me and those were the moments I enjoyed most, because I could finally stare at her face, at the excited expression she had while we were having sex and any time, at the end of our dates, we would lie down exhausted but happy to be finally be together again. Soon, for both of us, it was clear how much we needed each other and not only as friends, but as real partners to live our true sexuality, something we could not do in our daily life.

Soon the summer season was upon us. The hot and sultry nights became even more wild and steamy and the more I spent time with Puppy, the more two strong emotions were growing in me. The first one was born in me in the same moment I had seen her cross-dressing for the first time and the more she bought to make her into a pretty girl, the more I was attracted by that world, so mysterious and well hidden from strangers and to the outside world. The second one, was born in my heart: it was clear to me how important Puppy was now. She became more than a simple virtual partner, there wasn’t a single instant of the day that I didn’t think of her, at how badly I wanted to hold her against me and kiss her lips. It was difficult to admit it to myself, but I was falling in love with her and the fact she was a man in his daily life didn’t matter to me.

She was my little girl, my lover and even my sexual slave…She was definitely mine now and we both knew that! I was no more just Rhua for her, now I was “Mistress Rhua” and she obeyed me without hesitation, to the point I sometimes combined some dates for her on AChat, a date that usually ended to be an amazing and wild encounter via webcam. It was a slow process, something we had not planned. It happened naturally over time, as a consequence of our past games, something she really enjoyed very badly. The idea to be at another’s mercy and to satisfy any wishes Betturkey they had was electrifying her and was easy for me to make her accept my requests of shaving totally her body except her pubic area, but paying attention to always have a nice and girlish bush around his cock.

Little by little, his transformation into a girl continued and soon she learnt how to properly use the make-up and she bought a dark brown wig. She still refused to show her face to other men except me and I never pushed her to do it. Her masculine but pretty face was just for me and I loved to stare at her lips wrapped around a dildo and loved it when she took it all the way down her throat. She was very skilled in doing that now! But his complete transformation, little by little was having another effect on me.

I was still reluctant to admit to myself and to confess to her how attracted I was by the cross-dressing world. One day, however I decided at last, to change my plans to attend a fancy dress contest. I and my friends decided and wanted to take part in it at the end of October in the city of Lucca. The initial plan was to form two groups of five people which would resemble the fight between good and evil, with me dressed as a demon with a giant axe but the more I spent time with Puppy, the more the idea to take part at the contest dressed as a female demoness grew inside of me, until the point I took the decision to do it! And the final effect was better than I could ever have imagined. At last, the Lady Rhua which I had played the role of for almost three years on AChat, was finally born and realised as a vision.

The first time my friends looked at me totally dressed for the first of the three days of the Lucca Games & Comics event, they could hardly believe that this amazing and gorgeous demoness was me. The work I had done to resemble a real girl was impressive and left my friends stunned and the same could be said for the demon parts I had made. The effect was stunning and quite realistic. Using different type of materials, I had modelled dark purple scales parts to cover a pair of boots I had bought for a few Euro and I modified them adding four claws on the toe feet and instead of a normal heel, there was now a more solid one made of steel that resembled another claw. The boots covered my ankles but on the front of them I had added a sort of thin shin guard and on that, I had sculpted more scales, to give the impression of a larger area covered by real scales.

A similar work was done for the gloves, which totally covered my hands and forearms in scales and sharpened 2.5 inch long claws completed the look. The hardest part I had achieved was to create fake boobs. I had spent whole days reading on the web, different tutorials on how to create a full fake chest using silicone or other materials and I had tested the different ones till, at last, I had obtained exactly what I needed. At the end, the fake boobs (a 34C cup) were created with a sort of short shirt closed on the back, from the neck till its end and on the lower border and on the neck, I created more scales which covered all my back too, to make the piece more resistant.

A 3 feet long tail could be attached on the back of the lower border of the chest and it led right up my bum, barely covering my cheeks and to let it stay in position, I had found a very naughty solution. After trying several different ways, I had soon realized an anal plug with a sort of long tail which ran right between my bum cheeks and out at the end. There was a support where the tail could be linked to stay in position. Of course, I paid attention to use materials which were safe to use and would not cause an allergic reaction or worst…I didn’t want dangerous risks!

To complete my transformation, I added a red flaming crest on the back plate and it ran down until it covered the initial part of the tail, plus a matching long wig adorned by two pairs of horns. This completed my demoness look. Of course, I created all the parts of the armour: gauntlets, shin guards, a chest plate and a belt with plates on the flanks and on the front, and everything else I needed for finally become the real Lady Rhua.

The preparations I had made before leaving for Lucca, weren’t only about the costume. The day before the event began, I shaved my whole body and while doing it, my heart pounded faster thinking of the reason why I was doing it and in that moment, it made me think of the day I asked Puppy to do the same.

I wondered if he was as excited as me and what was running in his mind at that time. All I knew was I couldn’t wait to show the world my new self. It was what I had been doing for three long and exciting days. While I and my friends were walking all around the area of the event or posing for some photos, I couldn’t help but look around at the people staring at us and I wondered if they could easily see my real gender or even if they had noticed the anal plug.

Anyway, Betturkey Giriş at last, my test was a success, even more than I expected and now, finally, I could say I had realized my secret dream of being a real transsexual, even if I was just cross-dressing. In the days that followed the Lucca Games & Comics, I had the proof of how appreciated my work was. On the web pages linked to the event, there were lots of pictures of me and my friends and many comments about the incredible costume I had made. This gave me confidence and encouragement. People who were at Lucca talked about me as a “very cute and hot girl”! Those were the last words I needed to hear to take the final decision about become a real cross-dresser.

When I showed Puppy a photo of me dressed as her beloved Lady Rhua, he could hardly believe his own eyes and I swore to him many times that it was me and not a real girl. Eventually he believed my words and became a little envious of how pretty I looked in them but at the same time, seeing his real Mistress finally dressed up made him really happy. He begged me to always wear my costume when we played together via webcam. Not that I was not happy to do so at his request, but wearing the whole costume and armour, every night was not easy or fast. I had to plan an alternative solution. Without any hesitation, at the nearest sexy shop I found, I bought a dark blue leather stocking, matching panties and dress, paying attention to the fact I needed one with a deep slit on the back, to be able to wear the tail.

The stockings were useful to avoid the use of the shin sculpted scales. All I had to do was open up two holes in each foot to wear them over the boots I had created. The second step was to buy some make-up and lipstick, something I needed to look more like a Lady and less like a demoness.

At the beginning I had underestimated how hard it was to realize a good effect and I had to try things many times, before I obtained an acceptable appearance. But at last, I had succeeded to mine and Puppy’s complete satisfaction.

Now we were even closer, linked together not only by our passion for real transsexuals or by the bond between a Mistress and her Pet, but also we had now both entered in to the world of cross-dressing even if just privately. But soon, I realized that wasn’t enough for me, our cam dates were still giving me strong emotions but I was not completely satisfied and when Puppy told me about his plan to come to Italy by himself to visit a member of his family who lived in Rome for the end of the year, I immediately realized that this was our chance to finally meet.

At the beginning, he wasn’t sure about accepting my request or not, he was scared by the possible consequences of that decision and even if he was really tempted to accept it, he asked me to give him a week to think about it. Of course, I accepted to wait for his answer but secretly, I started to prepare everything we would need for our first real date together, quite sure he would give me a positive answer.

I found a little apartment near Rome where we could stay without worrying of being caught by indiscrete eyes. I checked the flight from and to Australia and anything else we may need for staying together for few days.

And now I’m here, waiting for Tim in the hall of the airport of Fiumicino. On the bulletin board, the airplane from Australia was on time and this meant in less than an hour, I would hold him in my arms. Everyone I knew, except for Tim of course, would not recognize me, for I was dressed as a girl! My short dark brown hair was hidden behind a flame red, long wig and the make-up on my face, cleverly hid my masculine identity.

When I had tried it for the first time, I was surprised how feminine my face looked. My clothes, of course, completed my transformation: the purple knitted dress I wore was tight enough to show off my rounded bottom. It was also short enough to reveal my black panties when I sat down. I also wore black knees high boots and a coordinated belt to complete my look.

A look that made many guys turn to stare at me. Some of them were blatant and did not care that I saw them and the little excited spark of interest in their eyes. Others turned their face away when they noticed I was looking back at them. This situation was totally new to me and I found it thrilling and exciting. I wondered what would happen if one of them tried to approach me right now. Would they see that I was a man and not a woman? Or was I attractive enough to be desirable, maybe to have sex with right here and now! The more time that passed, the more those thoughts ran wild in my mind, making the wait for my little Puppy endless.

My errant thoughts were interrupted by the speaker announcing the arrival of Tim’s flight.

I stood up, careful so as not to reveal my panties to stranger’s eyes. I picked up my jacket and the small handbag I had bought specially for Betturkey Güncel Giriş this first time meet. I moved in the direction of the check-out area. Walking on 6 inch high heels wasn’t easy at the beginning, but I had practiced daily until I had mastered the walk and sexy little sway easily. Now, it was as if I had always worn them.

I sensed all the men’s eyes glued to my bottom and the short dress that almost reveal all my thighs and I must admit I was starting to enjoy this new feeling, more than I had expected! I imagined their exalted expressions and their cocks getting hard in their pants for me. It was such a turn on and I felt chills running down my spine, to the point I started to imagine me and some of them in the toilet of the airport where they could take their pleasure from my whole body, even abusing of me, if they wanted too!

This thought excited me and it forced me to stop and take a deep breath to calm down. Otherwise the tell-tale bulge in my dress would reveal my growing cock and that just would not do.

The time passed slowly as I waited for Tim. I watched closely at all the men I saw coming through the gate announced by the speaker. I opened my eyes wide to see if that one or that one was him. Then, at last, I saw him.

He was walking in my direction with a blue trolley and a jacket under his right arm. The more he got closer to me, the more the agitation took control of me but at the same time I felt happy and my heart began to bump faster, almost ready to jump out of my chest.

When we were finally in front of each other, saying a single word wasn’t easy. Our eyes explored each other, as they had probably done the first time we met on the webcam.

Judging by what I saw, Tim was tall like me, around 6 feet, but he appeared more masculine than me: the pronounced cheekbones and a square chin were always difficult to hide for him. The first time I saw him dressed as Puppy and the same thing can be said for his hands. But, I don’t care much. For me, he was always my little sweet girl and I knew this was not going to change, even now that we are here together. The more I look at him, the more I get conscious of the fact Tim was really here, in front of me right now and even if I desired to kiss him badly, something held me back, till he finally broke the silence between us.

“You are gorgeous! More than how the cam showed me in the last months!”

And after he said this, he kissed me passionately, holding my flanks tight with his hands. That kiss was sudden but pleasant and I had waited for it till yesterday, when I arrived at the apartment that I had rented just for us.

After an initial hesitancy, I replied to his kiss with the same passion and without worrying of being noticed by other travellers passing around us. I put my right open hand over his crotch, slowly massaging it. Finding it already hard and big surprised me but at the same time made me happy, because it was the clear sign of the effect my appearance had on him and on his cock and I continued my slow and gentle massage till our lips finally pulled away.

“Gosh, I was close to cumming in my pants, my love,” he exclaimed, with his breath a little heavier than before.

“And you will be punished for it…you know it, don’t you!?” I replied with a satisfied smirk on my face “And when we are in public, call me Rhua”

“Mmmhmm…I’ll gladly accept a punishment for that…Rhua!”

I clearly heard a tone of happiness and satisfaction in his voice and it reflected in his eyes too. And I had to admit it, I was happy too, especially thinking of the days which awaited us from today and more for what I have planned for him, something I didn’t reveal to him till now. And it was still too early for Tim to discover it.

“Better move…there are lot of things to do before dinner time comes…”

“Show me the way and I follow you, Rhua!”

“This is the Puppy I love…” I told him, before kissing him again and holding his arm to lead Tim to my car.

From the point of view of people we met on the way to my car, Tim and I probably looked a normal couple: a man with his fiancée or, why not, even a married couple! But no one would even imagine the truth behind us, something we would hide from the whole world even if I revealed part of it in Lucca.

When we reached the car, Tim put his trolley in the trunk, I gave to him a box to open immediately. Inside it, were several things I had prepared just for him and to use right now: a dark grey, medium length wig, a girlish tight shirt with a high neck and a pair of fake boobs. They were smaller than mine.

Tim looked at them perplexed and doubtful about what he had to do with them but I was sure he would figure it out in no time. He was also doubtful about doing it right now and here!

“Are you changing your mind, Tim!?” I asked him, pissed off “I want to remember to you the fact that you accepted all my conditions…and now I order you to put them on!”

“Here in the parking area!?” he asked, with a scared expression and looking around.

“Don’t worry about it…there are no cars or security camera around us, I checked for them when I arrived here!”

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Finally

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Amateur

He stood there leaning against the counter. His one leg crossed over the other. The remote held in his right hand. His lips forming into a small smile as he watched her.

There she was, completely naked, and bent over the wooden horse, which had been made specifically for her. Well more to fit her because specifically this contraption was made for him and was made for the one purpose, which he would finally get to today.

His smile broadening at that thought of what was about to occur. His cock hardening in his black pants. He has to shift it in order to ease the slight ache, which had formed only because of that specific thought. Shaking his head to clear the thought and reminding himself the main event would come later and in due time. Right now he was enjoying just standing there, watching her.

He would turn up the remote every so often. The dildo, which was embedded in her now wet cunt, would vibrate a bit faster.

During this time, her moans would increase in volume and intensity.

He would then turn it back down a notch when he knew she was nearing that peak, ensuring she wouldn’t cum, at least not yet. That also would be saved for later.

He was actually enjoying this sight. Her body bent over the horse and tethered to it. Her back arched. Small beads of sweat forming on her smooth silky skin. Her knees pulled up and bent underneath of her. This position forcing her ass up higher in the air, which gave him the full fantastic view of both her holes. Her full breasts were hanging down. They slightly swayed back and forth as her body rocked on the horse. Her nipples were hard and red. They were being pulled, stretched and extended by the clamps he had placed on them.

He knew each vibration from the dildo in her cunt made her body quiver. The clamps had increased the pressure on her already red nipples. He knew this made her even hotter, more needy, and hornier.

He knew exactly and specifically what turned her on the most, even though she would vehemently deny it all when not in this aroused needy state.

He got a sadistic joy from seeing her so helpless and at his complete mercy, at his whim even. He knew she secretly enjoyed it just as much as he did.

He reveled in the fact that she would trust him so much to allow him to put her in this position.

He let his thoughts drift to a few hours before….

He had stood in this same room. Gliding his fingers and hands over his new ‘toy’. The feel of the wood was smooth and cool to his touch. He had examined every inch of it to ensure not one area of it was course or rough. He didn’t want any splintered wood puncturing her skin.

He was just imagining her being bent over and tied to it when his doorbell rang.

He couldn’t recall a time where he had flown up the stairs that fast before.

He had flung open the door. Grabbed Betturkey her by the arm and wrenched her inside his home. He had almost knocked her off of her heels as she stumbled inside towards him.

Her eyes sought his. The reflection was a mixture of slight fear and amusement mirrored in them. Her full lips parted to speak.

He placed his index finger against them. Silencing her as he shook his head from side to side indicating she was not to speak.

She immediately fell into the role she so dearly loved to play with him. She demurely dropped her gaze from his.

He pecked her quickly on both her cheeks. Dropped a lingering kiss upon her lips and nipped her nose. His arms holding her in a safe embrace the entire time.

He lifted her chin with his one finger. Looked directly into her beautiful sparkling light blue eyes and winked at her. He swiftly grabbed her forearm and pulled her towards the basement. Stopping her at the top of the stairs. He shed her of all of her clothes. Haphazardly letting them fall to the floor in a rumpled heap.

He rimmed his lips as his eyes roamed up and down her curvaceous naked form.

She blushed a deep crimson red as his eyes inspected and explored every inch of her nakedness. Her body shivered from the cold air of the room.

He propelled her down the stairs quickly.

A remindful “Shhh” coming from him as he heard her surprised gasp.

The ‘toy’ had entered into her line of sight.

He tugged her forcefully over to it. Allowing her only a moment or two to look at it. He pulled her closer, positioned her on it, and securing her to it.

Reminding her yet again to not speak a word.

And now here they were…

He had envisioned this for such a long time. He had wanted it for even longer. Had craved and desired it so badly he could almost taste it at certain points. Of course they had discussed it, sort of; at least in a playful teasing way.

She hadn’t seemed opposed to the idea but when he had attempted the act, she had allowed him only to get so far. She would move or shift suddenly. His cock would end up someplace else, not that he minded.

But today, oh no, today there would be no shifting, no moving, and no resisting at all from her.

He was finally going to take what he wanted. Do it nice and hard like he had always desired and envisioned. He had made sure of it this time. It was a lock.

His thoughts were interrupted by her sudden squeals, which brought him back to the present moment.

During his thinking, his fingers had unconsciously turned the remote up to its highest speed.

She was now panting hard. Her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. She was almost begging him to let her cum but couldn’t quite get the words out. The vibrations from the deeply embedded dildo were making Betturkey Giriş her moan and groan and gasp too much.

He turned off the remote. Tossed it onto the counter. Shed his trousers as he walked over to her,

He heard her soft groan of protest or was it relief? He wasn’t sure but he chuckled nonetheless.

He realized she was now exactly where he wanted her to be. She was teetering right on the edge of cumming,

She wouldn’t care how hard he fucked her or where. She’d just want to be fucked.

He knew this stage of hers and he absolutely loved it. It was at this point he could get her to do anything and everything he wanted and asked of her, with no hesitation or protests. She was in the ‘zone’.

He squats beside her. Threads his fingers through her tousled hair, which he always found to be so sexy, and brush it over her one shoulder. He then kisses her bared shoulder.

He removes the dildo from her now dripping cunt. He whispers into her ear, “Still no words at all. Make all the noises you want, but no words. Understand?”

She parts her lips to answer and then remembers to not speak. She nods her consent. Her eyes catch his briefly.

He can see the pleading in them. He smiles at her. Run his fingers across her cheek. She nuzzles against his hand His affectionate gesture letting her know she’ll get what she wants so badly at this point.

He then thinks to himself, “Just not ‘where’ you think is all,” as he chuckles again.

He moves to stand behind her. He circles his fingertips along her slick back, before raking his nails down her spine.

She softly moans as his fingers make contact with her back. She groans as he rakes his nails down her spine.

He positions his other hand under her. Sliding his fingers up and down her bare smooth very wet slick slit. He can feel the heat radiate from her drenched cunt against his palm.

She whimpers as his fingers tease along her damp soaked folds. Her body shudders in need. She clenches her hands and curls her toes.

He collects some of her hot juice, which has dripped from her cunt, onto his fingers. He slowly glides his pussy juice coated fingers up the crack of her ass and lubes her tight puckered hole.

She inhales a breath and holds it.

He watches as her entire body tenses.

He can read her thoughts at this point. He knows exactly what she’s thinking but he refuses to verbally confirm or deny it. “She’ll find out soon enough,” he thinks.

He steps in closer to her. Places his left hand flat on the small of her back. Grabs his rock hard shaft with his right hand. Positions the smooth head of his cock at her puckered hole. Pushes and presses against it. He feels her ass clench.

He quietly but yet firmly demands she relax.

She expels a few slow breaths of Betturkey Güncel Giriş air.

He seizes the exact moment of her second expelled breath and pushes the head of his dick into her ass.

He feels the tightness of her ass surround and squeeze the tip of his cock. He pushes a bit more of it into her ass. The tip encounters her rim of resistance as he sinks more of his length into her ass.

She sucks in her breath. She holds it as he rams a few more inches of his rock hard cock into her ass, shoving it roughly past her tight rim. She wants to scream. She wants to ask him “To stop. That it hurts.” She bites down hard on her bottom lip instead and closes her eyes. She feels her ass being stretched by his throbbing thick hard cock. She desperately hopes for the burning sensation to dispense.

He grips her hips and sinks the last few inches of his cock into her tight ass. The sensation of her ass muscles surrounding his cock makes him groan.

“Fuckkkkkk. So dam tight and so dam good,” he thinks.

He stays still for a few minutes. Savoring the moment of having his entire cock buried in her tight perfectly round little ass. The heat of her sopping cunt warms his heavy sacs.

He feels his cock harden and swell in her tight passage. He allows her a few moments to adjust. He knows, at least for him, it won’t be long now.

She starts to breath again.

He does a few slow short thrusts in and out of her tight ass till he can’t stand it anymore.

He digs his fingertips into the fleshy globes of her round ass and proceeds to ram his cock in and out of her tight passage. His balls slap against her sopping cunt with each thrust.

He glances down between them and can see his shaft driving in and out of her puckered hole. The sight drives him over the edge as he growls loudly. He thrusts harder and faster. He can’t even hear her screams and whimpers as he roughly fucks her ass.

All he cares about at this point is fucking her tight hole and letting his cum shoot into it.

He repositions his hands upon her ass. He pulls his cock out so just the head remains buried in her tight tunnel.

She expels a few breaths indicating sounds of relief. Her body relaxes some. She believes he is done fucking her ass.

He raises his right hand and lands a few sharp hard smacks upon her ass cheek.

She yelps with each crack.

Her flesh instantly turns pink then red as he lands a few more well placed smacks upon them.

He places his hands back upon her hips. Digs his fingers into her skin and with one final hard thrust, reburies the entire throbbing hard mass into her ass.

The squeal from her unlike anything he’s ever heard from her crashes upon his ears. His cock erupts deep in her bowels.

He leans over her and bites into her shoulder as another surge of his thick hot cum jettisons into her.

He feels her body quake and quiver. He actually hears the splash of her cum as it splatters onto the floor.

He releases her flesh from his teeth, lays his head upon her wet skin and smiles.

He knew she’d enjoy a good hard ass fucking.

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Finn Ch. 10: Predator

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Ash

The black Camaro was sitting in the driveway when he pulled up to the house. He rushed to the door, thankful to be home. When he didn’t see her seated at the table or on the couch he immediately went into the bathroom, stripped and got in the shower. Even though he never thought at his age he would have a routine to follow, it was comforting knowing what was expected of him. He had become more confident in independently following her unspoken orders and longed for the praise she always provided when he did. After he toweled off he went to his room and knelt down on the floor to wait for her.

“Good boy,” her voice came from the doorway. She walked to where he was and stood in front of him to buckle the collar around his neck.

His eyes wandered over her slacks, and he wondered what the punishment would be if he reached up and pulled them down then buried his face between her legs. But he didn’t have permission to taste her, no matter how much he craved having her thighs trembling by his ears.

He followed her to the kitchen, grabbed their plates off the counter then set one on the table for her and sat down at her feet with his.

“From now on it is your responsibility to wake me up in the morning,” she said, running her hand through his hair. “I expect to be woken up at six thirty, and I expect to be woken up by your mouth.”

He paused with his fork halfway to his lips, processing the semantics of her request.

“If you wake me up with the sound of your chains, you will be punished,” she continued. “I expect to come at least once by seven. If you make me late for work, you will be punished. On weekends, I expect to come more than once, but still expect to come once by seven.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, trying to calculate the specifics in his mind.

After she was finished her fingers ran through his hair one more time before she headed down the hallway. The increasingly familiar daze started to seep into his head from where her hand had touched. He shoveled the rest of his food into his mouth then went to rinse the dishes. He had just shut the dishwasher when she came back in holding two familiar bottles in her hand.

“Come,” she directed, sitting down on her normal spot on the couch and patting her lap.

He lay across her, pressing his hips into her thighs and his cheek against the couch. Blood rushed between his legs in anticipation of her hands massaging his healing wounds. Even though it had been a few days, the residual reminder of her authority still scorched through him every time he sat down.

She began rubbing the soothing balm into his skin and he sucked in a breath when she lightly squeezed his thigh.

“Good boy,” she praised, the haze around his head thickening the more she rubbed.

The ache from several days of denial was throbbing, and he groaned softly into the leather cushion when she rubbed the lotion into it. He took another deep breath when her fingers pushed inside him and instinctively started rubbing himself against her lap.

“No,” she scolded, bringing her hand down hard on his battered skin.

The sound of the slap made him jump and pain shot up his body from where it landed. But when her fingers slid into him again, he couldn’t help himself.

“No.” Her hand came down again, the loud slap echoing in his head. But this time he was prepared for the punishment and embraced it.

“Floor.”

He rolled off her onto his knees, clasping his hands together in his lap.

She unzipped her pants, exposing her flesh colored strap-on. “Do you like my cock?” she asked, running her hand down it.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, though the words sounded slurred. He wanted her inside of him, owning him.

“Come worship it, then,” she said, still stroking it with her hand.

His lips brushed against the tip then he ran his tongue lightly down the side.

“You can do better than that,” she scolded. “You’re a man. You should know exactly what my cock wants.”

It had been awhile, but he knew what he would want if he was the one sitting on the couch. He wrapped his hand around it and covered the tip with his mouth, sucking lightly before sliding down it. When he pulled his head back he dragged it gently through his teeth.

“Good boy,” she praised, and he ran his mouth down it again. Her hand grasped his hair, pushing him down to the base. He gagged when the tip hit the back of his throat, quickly pulling his head back only to be pushed down on it again.

“Do you think only half my cock deserves to be worshipped?” she asked.

He shook his head, unable to speak with her filling his mouth. The saliva dripped down his chin, falling into his lap.

“Then stop fighting.”

She was right. She owned his mouth now. It was hers to use as she pleased. He forced himself to relax his jaw and neck so she could use his mouth as she saw fit. Then it became easier, and when she let go of his hair he continued on his own, doing his best to earn the privilege of having her inside of Betturkey him.

“Enough,” she said, breaking his stroke. “Turn around and bend over.”

His cheek pressed into the hardwood floor, and he groaned when her slick fingers pushed into him. But he wanted more. He wanted to be filled and stretched and reminded he was owned. When her tip ran over his entrance he wanted to beg and plead for her to stop teasing and let him feel her penetrating through him.

He flinched when she pushed through his muscles, the feeling still unfamiliar. Then he relaxed and closed his eyes so he could focus on every inch of her slowly stretching him.

“Good boy.” Her fingernails gently scraped over the wounds on the backs of his thighs, and he let out a breath when her hips pressed into his. She held her place inside him and he clenched down, memorizing how it felt to be filled by her.

A half moan, half whimper escaped his lips when she started to move. Her hips connected with his at every thrust, reigniting the burn from his marks. His hand wrapped around his length but he paused his stroke so he could revel in the rhythm of her ownership.

When the warmth started he knew the end was near but was desperate to prolong the feel of her ownership as long as his body would allow.

“Please, Mistress? Please can I come?” he begged when the burn tore through him.

“Yes.”

He was already dripping when the word came from her mouth and within seconds the intense heat was ripping through his body, scorching his muscles until they were limp and quivering.

He dreaded the feeling of her pulling out, leaving him empty and hollow. It was a feeling he hated, and his hand moved to his collar. The cool leather was soothing, reminding him he was still owned.

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Soft buzzing woke him out of a sound sleep, and he lay staring up at the ceiling trying to figure out what it was. The grogginess drained from his body when he realized it was the alarm on his phone. He had set it to vibrate at six twenty so he wouldn’t be late for his new task. He scooted as close as he could to the nightstand then sat up and bent down over it so he could turn it off with his chained hand.

After the buzzing ceased he sat running his hand up and down the small amount of slack she had left in his chain, thinking about how he would get where he needed to be without waking her. At six twenty-five he got up and moved quietly down the hallway to her room. He paused at her cracked open door and grabbed his chain in his hands to keep it from clinking or running through the cuffs.

Though he had been living in her house for over a month he had never been in her bedroom. Soft sunlight filtered through the cracks in the blinds, illuminating the space enough for him to see her closed eyes and the outline of her body beneath the white covers.

He crept to the foot of her bed, holding his breath, then knelt down and shoved his head underneath the covers. The mattress sank under his weight as he carefully tunneled closer to where his mouth needed to be. He froze, worried the movement would wake her, but her even breath told him she was still unaware of his presence.

Her soft bedding caressed his hardening length as he scooted closer. He noticed she slept naked and ran his eyes over the parts of her he would soon be tasting. He continued wriggling forward on his stomach, avoiding touching her bare legs, until he was close enough to reach what he needed.

His tongue ran over her lightly, avoiding any areas that would be too sensitive. He imagined if he shocked her awake the punishment would be brutal. So he stayed low, teasing her opening then running his tongue lightly around her lips. It didn’t take long for her legs to move, inviting him into the areas he had been avoiding. His mouth followed her unspoken orders, and her legs shook in response.

“Good boy,” she murmured, bringing her leg over his head.

He rolled onto his back and she rolled onto her stomach, pressing herself into his mouth. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her down towards him. Her hand slid underneath her stomach and wrapped around his hair, gripping it tightly in a fist. She moaned into the mattress, her need dripping down the sides of his face.

His need pushed against the covers, lifting them away from his body. But it would be ignored and turn into an ache when it was suppressed. It throbbed more at the thought. Her muscles tightened and she sucked in her breath. When he didn’t hear the air flow back out between her lips he knew, and he tightened his grasp to keep her from pulling away from his mouth. His tongue managed two more passes before her body attempted to involuntarily jerk away from it. But he was a good boy, and he knew not to lose contact before she was done.

When her body began to relax again he moved his tongue back to where he had started, savoring as much of her taste as she would allow before telling him enough. After a few moments she rolled off him and Betturkey Giriş made her way to the bathroom. The clock by her bed read six forty-seven.

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“Can I ask you something?” he started, staring at Ian from across the table. Ian’s openness made him feel more at ease, and he needed someone to talk to. So when his mistress had informed him she wouldn’t be home for dinner, he had asked if he could see if Ian was busy.

“Of course,” Ian replied.

He ran his hand over his naked neck. He hoped once he chose his twenty-four/seven collar the anxiety he felt when he wasn’t with his mistress would subside. “How did you choose your collar?”

“It was a compromise,” Ian said after a moment of thought.

“What do you mean? I thought the slave had to choose it.”

“Technically, that’s true,” Ian started, shrugging his shoulders. “I wanted chastity but she felt the cage thing was too cliché, so we compromised.”

“Why would you want chastity?” he asked, surprised.

“It’s just what I wanted,” Ian said, shrugging again. “I don’t think anyone could explain to you why they choose what they do. It’s something you just know.”

“Well, I have no clue.” He had been thinking about it since he made his decision but had been unable to come up with any option that sounded even mildly appealing.

“You’ll figure it out. And once you do, it’ll make perfect sense- at least to you. And that’s all that matters,” Ian assured him.

“Do you know what options I have?” Maybe there was one he hadn’t thought of. He wasn’t very experienced in the lifestyle so his knowledge was limited.

“Well, let’s see…There’s chastity, various piercings- I know guys who have both nipples and their dicks pierced and then they tie them all together…” Ian paused and looked to the side, thinking. “…Cages that go around your nuts, some of which can be pretty brutal. Her will, urethral plugs—”

“Her will?” he interrupted.

Ian glanced over his shoulder around the restaurant to see if anyone was eavesdropping on their conversation. “That’s how some of us in the community refer to a butt plug.”

“Oh.” He followed Ian’s lead but didn’t see anyone looking their way.

“If a man has a feminization fetish,” Ian continued, “his collar may be women’s underwear or something like that. Guys who enjoy CBT—”

“CBT?” he interrupted again, grabbing his drink.

“Cock and ball torture,” Ian elaborated. “They usually like shock collars.”

“Wouldn’t those be noticeable in public?” he asked, his hand going to his neck when Ian gave him a strange look.

“They don’t go on your neck, Finn,” Ian said, his eyes briefly glancing down towards his groin.

“Oh, I guess that makes sense,” he said, embarrassed at his ignorance.

They paused their conversation long enough for the waitress to put down their food plates. Though Ian had given him a longer list of options, there still weren’t any he felt drawn to.

“How did you and Madame Lexi meet?” he asked, wanting to change the subject.

“We worked together,” Ian replied, taking a bite of his mashed potatoes.

“Oh, what do you do?”

“I’m the principal at a junior high. She was working as a long term sub—” he stopped for a second as if the words sounded strange. “Substitute teacher, obviously not the other kind of sub,” he corrected himself. “Then she lured me into her world.”

“Lured you in?” he stopped sawing at his steak and looked up.

“Ya, that’s what they do.”

“What do you mean?”

Ian put his fork down and tilted his head to the side, chewing on his lower lip. “How did you and Mistress Morgaine meet?”

“She went to my high school but I didn’t know her,” he explained. “Then I picked her up at a bar a little over a month ago.”

Ian raised his eyebrows. “You picked her up at a bar?”

“Ya, I mean, she was there and I went to talk to her,” he said, remembering the brief conversation they’d had that night.

“What bar?”

“Tiny’s Bar. It’s just a small bar out in the middle of nowhere. My friends and I go all the time.” At least, he used to go with them.

“Was she with anyone?”

“No.”

“Huh.” Ian thumped his fingers on the table. “So you went to talk to her and then what happened?”

“I took her to my house.” Technically, he took her to his sister’s house, but he doubted the specifics were relevant.

“So you’re telling me a girl who looks like that just happened to show up at the small town bar you frequent, by herself, and you asked her to go home with you and she went?”

“She was the one who brought up going home with me,” he clarified, then realized it was more of an aggravating statement than a mitigating one.

“Wow,” Ian replied, exaggerating the word as it fell from his mouth. “Doesn’t get much luckier than that, does it?”

“Guess not,” he said, running his hand over his neck.

“So she followed you home…” Ian said, motioning for him to continue the story. Betturkey Güncel Giriş

“No, she came with me in my truck.” He thought back to that night and remembered walking her out to the parking lot. He hadn’t noticed a Camaro and imagined a car like that would have stood out.

“Huh,” Ian grunted again. “So what happened when you got her home?”

“It didn’t go very well,” he admitted, still running his fingers over his bare skin. He hated thinking about that night. It reminded him of how lost he had been.

“Oh?” Ian said, feigning a look of shock.

“Ya, she stormed out.”

“She just stormed out into the night with no car?” It was clear Ian was done pretending he was listening to a plausible story.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. He took a deep breath and let it out, knowing Ian was trying his hardest not to laugh. “Someone was there to pick her up in a white SUV.”

“Oh.” Ian began running his hand over his chin. “You know, my queen drives a white Subaru Outback.”

“Huh,” he replied, nodding. He pushed himself back in his seat, his hand falling from his neck to his lap, and laughed. It had never crossed his mind before, but looking back, why would she go to a bar when she had an entire harem of men at her disposal, all well trained and eager to please in any way she desired?

“So they hunt down prospective slaves?” he asked, clarifying the obvious.

“Didn’t you know domme is synonymous with predator?” Ian said, still laughing.

“How do they know who would be interested?”

“I make no claims to know their methods of assessment.”

“I just don’t get why she would pick me.”

“I don’t know, but congratulations. We are some of the lucky few,” Ian said, raising his glass to toast their good fortune.

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It was Saturday morning and her legs were still not fully functional thanks to the new morning ritual she had implemented. She shakily made her way down the hall to the kitchen to start breakfast. After having her body’s energy supply drained by two orgasms, all she could think about was how good scrambled eggs and bacon sounded.

He wandered into the kitchen while she stood at the stove stirring eggs in a pan. She could feel him fidgeting behind her, and after a few moments of enjoying his discomfort she turned to acknowledge his presence.

“Mistress…” he started, running his hand over his collar.

“Yes?”

“My uncle just text me asking if I can go check the fence on one of the ranches this morning. He said he can’t get ahold of anyone else and they’re releasing the lake tomorrow so we need to make sure the fence is sturdy before it’s under water.”

She stared at him for a minute, assuming he had told her an abbreviated version of the request since it made absolutely no sense. “Releasing the lake?”

“Yes, Mistress. Every year, right before it starts to rain, they open the dam to drain the lake down so the rainwater won’t cause it to overflow and flood the houses nearby,” he explained, still nervously touching the silver studs on the collar. “When they release the dam the majority of the water fills up a small lake on one of my uncle’s ranches. So we always make sure the fence is good so when we bring the cattle there we don’t have to stand in the middle of a lake and fix fence when the water starts to drain off in the spring.”

“Oh,” she replied, removing the pan from the heat.

“I’m sorry, Mistress. I know it’s Saturday and I wanted to spend the day here—”

“No, you need to go.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, then headed towards the table. “Mistress?” he asked, turning back towards her.

She turned away from the bacon sputtering on the grill to look at him.

“Do you want to go with me?”

Her gaze went back to the strips twitching and jerking as they cooked. Her mouth almost immediately told him she had other responsibilities she needed to take care of, but her heart stopped her from speaking the words.

“As long as you promise to bring a horse that won’t buck me off,” she said, moving the bacon to their plates.

“I promise, Mistress,” he replied, his smile covering half his face.

After breakfast she pulled on one of the few pairs of jeans she owned along with a long sleeved shirt. The weather was already changing from warm summer into cool fall, and where they were going it would be even colder. She grabbed a hooded sweatshirt to take with her and put on a pair of old running shoes since she didn’t own any boots. She twisted her hair into a long braid down her back then went to his room to take off his collar.

It wasn’t long before they were pulling up the dirt driveway of his parent’s place. Unlike her house there were no orchards, just pastures with horses and chickens roaming free. He wound down the path to the barn where a stock trailer was parked, and turned his truck around so he could hook up.

“Are your parents home?” she asked, waiting to see someone come out of the house.

“No, Mistress. Ever since my dad retired they travel a lot.” He got out of the truck and she heard the squeak of the trailer being cranked down. She turned in her seat to watch him hook up the chains, then he disappeared she assumed to go catch the horse he promised wouldn’t buck her off.

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Fantasy Island Ch. 05

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Anal

Lauren stepped onto the front porch before she turned around and quietly shut the front door. Last she knew Levi was still fast asleep in bed.

The sun’s rays were just barely breaking through the tree line and a layer of fog hung close to the ground, a brisk breeze completing the morning. With a shiver, Lauren pulled her hoodie on, a black one with cat ears on the hood, shoving her hands into the front pocket. She had a backpack on, intent on using it to carry the groceries from the store back to the house.

She quietly left the porch, careful not to hit the creaky boards, and started to jog. The grocery store was just a few blocks away, but due to the trees, actually seeing the store wasn’t possible from the house.

Just as Lauren entered the store, someone shoved past her from behind, scrambling to get into the store.

“Turtle! Turtle!” The person, a woman, screamed.

Lauren raised an eyebrow, confused. Almost as quickly as the woman had stumbled into the store, employees were rushing to lock the doors and move the frightened woman away from the large pane windows that constituted the front wall of the store.

An employee had come to Lauren, gesturing that she should move as well.

“What’s going on?” Lauren asked, “Why are you locking up the store?”

The employee that had been gesturing to her looked surprised, “You have an island collar and don’t know?”

Lauren felt her cheeks and ears burn with embarrassment.

“I forgot, okay? Why are you locking up the store?”

The employee didn’t respond and instead grabbed Lauren by the upper arm and pulled her down an aisle and then back into a storeroom where the frightened woman was. Lauren now got a good look at her and her eyes widened as she did so. She was barefoot and had little more than a white, soft slip on. There seemed to be scratches on her knees and hands like she’d tripped while running.

“He was right b-behind me!” The woman said between sobs, sitting on an overturned bucket. “Please don’t let him in! Please!”

An employee hushed her, throwing a blanket over and around her shoulders.

“He won’t get in. The police are already on their way, don’t worry.”

Lauren frowned, “Will someone tell me what’s going on here?”

Glares followed and Lauren, uncomfortable, stood up and headed for the door. One of the employee’s followed her out into the back of the store.

“You must not have read the book your Dominant gave you, huh?”

Lauren gave the girl a sour look, “I did! It’s just… been a while.”

“Might want to brush up on them unless you prefer the punishments,” the girl said with a shrug, “Oh, wait. You don’t know those either, do you?” She asked, smirking.

“Shut up! I just-“

“This is the police, are you two ladies okay?”

Both girls turned around, looking at a few uniformed men who were walking down the aisle, guns drawn cautiously.

“Yes sir, we’re fine. The girl who called the safe word is in the back storeroom,” the employee said, gesturing to the door.

“Lauren! Where are you?”

She looked up, cheeks burning red as she recognized Levi’s voice.

“Is that your Dominant?” the employee asked.

Lauren nodded and the girl giggled, “You’re in for it,” she motioned to the front of the store, “the police are here so you’re free to leave.”

The police didn’t seem concerned with her, so Lauren started to run to the front of the store but paused halfway up the aisle, “Wait, what about my groceries?”

The girl sighed but followed Lauren around for the few groceries she’d intended to pick up and then to the front of the store to a check-out lane and after just a minute or two, handed Lauren her bag.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile.

The girl left without another word, walking away rather quickly, Lauren noticed. She turned around, spotting Levi standing outside, a very angry expression on his face, arms crossed. He was still dressed in his night clothes—a pair of sleep pants and a white t-shirt—hair not even combed.

“Mast-“

Levi pushed through to the front of the growing crowd, grabbing Lauren’s upper arm tight enough she winced and pulled her through the mass of people, not stopping his angry stride until they were nearly halfway home.

“Do you realize what trouble you could have gotten in?” He growled, “You’re lucky no one at that store asked for your paperwork!”

Lauren stared at him in confusion, wondering what he was so upset about.

“I was just trying to get groceries to make you breakfast. What’s so bad about that?”

Levi ran a hand through his hair, breathing out through clenched teeth, “You… you’re not to leave the house without me or a friend of mine. Do you understand me?”

“What? Why?”

Levi stared at her, astonished she still didn’t grasp the gravity of the situation. “You haven’t read the rules and punishments in months, have you? You literally have no idea what could have happened had anyone found out you left the house without my permission.”

“Oh please, xslot what would they have done? Messaged you or something and said I was a bad girl?” she asked, rolling her eyes.

In seconds, Levi had pulled Lauren within inches of his face, three fingers underneath her collar, “Listen to me and listen well, Kitten. If you want to be tied and left in a pen for 24 hours, go ahead, leave the house again without my permission. If you want to be publicly whipped for disobeying a rule more than three times, go ahead. If you want to be kicked off the island for disobeying the rules over and over again, go ahead.” Levi said in an eerily calm voice. “You’re being more of a brat than usual and it’s something we’re going to remedy as soon as we get home.” He added before he grabbed her by the wrist and started to pull her towards their house.

Lauren gulped, never having seen Levi reach such a level of anger. Sure, she’d irritated him a time or two, disobeyed a few rules every now and again, but never to the point that he threatened public punishments. Her stomach twisted, unsure what punishment he had in mind for her so early in the morning.

Levi took the bag of groceries from her as soon as they stepped inside.

“Go to the bedroom and strip. Wait for me, I’ll be there soon.”

Lauren hesitated, watching him put the butter, eggs, bacon, oranges, bananas and pancake mix away. Levi glanced briefly over his shoulder, “Do I need to repeat myself?” he asked in a tone of voice that Lauren knew expected no response.

“I just… I didn’t mean to-“

“Bedroom. Strip.” Levi growled, pointing.

Lauren jumped, hurrying to the bedroom and doing as told. She stood in the middle of the room, thoughts racing. ‘What is he going to do to me? Will it be serious? Surely nothing public.’

Levi walked in, immediately pulling his t-shirt off. Lauren felt herself shudder, simultaneously turned on and scared. She felt her cheeks warm as she looked at him, expecting something out of him but he didn’t so much as look at her, walking into the bathroom.

“M-Master?” She asked, hearing the shower turn on. Lauren started to go through the possible punishments he could have in mind but couldn’t recall one that had to do with the shower.

“Kitten, in here, now,” Levi called. Lauren was slow to respond, earning her a glare when she finally did walk into the bathroom.

Levi was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, arms crossed. Lauren looked at the shower, noticing that no steam was rising from within. Her eyes flicked back to Levi, wide.

“Cold shower. 15 minutes. Afterward, we’ll eat and I’ll go to work. You’re going to stay in your cage today-“

“But what about bathroom breaks?” Lauren interrupted.

Levi continued on as though she’d said nothing, “-until I get home from work. You’ll be released for dinner and then back in it for the night until I wake up tomorrow.”

Lauren felt her lower lip trembling. “That isn’t fair!” She blurted out.

Levi looked at her, raising an eyebrow, “Isn’t fair?” he echoed, “Just like it isn’t fair that you made me leave the house this morning, worrying about you? I didn’t know where you went, Kitten. I don’t want to feel that way again. Now, in you go,” Levi said as he stood up and opened the glass door to the shower.

She hesitated, reaching a hand in to test the water. She jerked it back, gasping. ‘That’s the coldest setting!’ She felt a hand at the small of her back, not allowing her to back up. She looked back at Levi, “The faster you get in the faster it’ll be over. In, Kitten.” Levi commanded in a stern tone of voice.

With a shriek of what someone might have confused with pain, Lauren tried to back into the far corner, as far away from the cold water as she could get. Levi tapped on the glass, shaking his head and waving his finger back and forth.

“Your 15 minutes won’t start until you’re in the water, Kitten,” Levi warned.

Lauren looked from him to the shower piteously before she took a deep breath and stepped into the steady stream of cold water. Levi nodded and started a timer on his watch.

As the time got closer to the 15 minutes, Levi stood up. Lauren risked a quick glance at him before she squeezed her eyes shut again, confident she was nearing the end of her punishment.

Levi pulled a fluffy blanket from the rack and then tapped on the door of the shower. Lauren wasted no time shutting off the water and rushing out into the warm towel. She shivered, looking up at Levi.

“A-are you s-s-sure the rest i-is ne-necessary, M-Master?” She stuttered but needed no response, looking up at Levi and his resolute expression. She was still going to be caged for the better part of the day and throughout the night.

She hung her head down, expecting some kind of apology from him for the shower yet he said nothing of the sort.

“I’m going to cook breakfast. You’re going to kneel next to my seat at the table until we eat. You’re going to eat at the table today, is that understood?”

She was still drying xslot Giriş herself off when he gave her her instructions. Her mouth hung open in surprise, “W-what? But-“

“I suggest you cut the backtalk out. I understand it’s been a few months since you were last with me and under your rules, but you live here now. I’m trying to spare you being publicly punished, Kitten, so I will be stern this time in the hopes that you learn to listen and obey. You agreed to our contract, did you not?”

Lauren opened her mouth to argue but shut it, nodding with a sigh.

“Good girl,” Levi smiled. As he headed for the door, Lauren paused.

“Um… can I wear clothes or…?”

Levi raised an eyebrow, “Care to rephrase that, Kitten?”

She stared at him hard for a moment, wanting so much to give him a sarcastic response but knew what he expected. She didn’t want to risk another cold shower. Lauren straightened up and clasped both hands in front of her before she spoke again.

“Master, may I wear clothes?”

He shook his head, “No, you can’t Kitten, but thank you for asking.”

Lauren pouted but followed Levi out to the kitchen and knelt next to his chair as he’d instructed her. He looked at her a few times to make sure she was still maintaining her position as he cooked the breakfast she’d intended to make: pancakes, bacon and fresh fruit. She let out a relieved sigh when he came to the table with two plates of food.

She started to stand up but caught a look from Levi and racked her mind for what she was supposed to do. After a few seconds, she returned to her kneeling position and placed her hands in her lap.

“May I rise, Master?”

Levi nodded approvingly, “Yes you may Kitten.” He said as he turned around to grab the glasses of juice from the counter.

All too soon breakfast was over and Lauren looked to her cage that sat in the living room. Levi nodded towards it as he cleaned up the dishes. She crawled and sat down next to it, waiting for her Master.

Levi removed a few pillows from the spacious cage and replaced it with a box of kitty litter, much to Lauren’s embarrassment. He’d never used this punishment before.

“If you need to use the bathroom, you’ll do so in your litter box. Is that understood, Kitten?” he asked as he stood up.

Lauren nodded, but Levi didn’t move from his position in front of the cage. Lauren glanced up at him, noting his raised eyebrow.

“Yes, Master.”

“You have your safe word if something is too much,” Levi reminded her gently.

“I’m not going to use that for this!” Lauren retorted as if appalled by his suggestion. “I can handle it.”

Levi shrugged, “I’m simply reminding you, Kitten. These were all things you agreed to but you are free to use your safe word if at any point something is too much. We’ll stop whatever it is and talk like the grown adults we are. But, I have a job to get to so…” He trailed off and gestured that she should get into the cage.

Without another word, Lauren did as requested. Levi locked the cage, but a little teardrop-shaped device hung from the metal lock on a cord.

“If at any point you need out of the cage immediately use this like so,” he instructed, jerking the cord; the lock fell off and the cage door swung open, the small device emitting a loud beeping noise. “I will be alerted and, unless I’m in the middle of something important, I’ll come home as soon as possible. It’s also linked to the police and ambulance, just to be safe. I’ve made them aware of what’s going on, as is the typical protocol for this type of punishment. I’ll see you after I’m off work, Kitten. I love you.”

Lauren gave him a half smile, not entirely happy with her position or punishment. “I love you too, Master.”

*****

Lauren lay on her side, squeezing her eyes shut, knees pulled up to her chest.

“I don’t have to go, I don’t have to go,” She repeated through clenched teeth. Her mind flew back to breakfast when she’d drank nearly 3 glasses of juice and Levi hadn’t once suggested she slow down. He’d actually been encouraging her to drink more.

“He knew this was going to happen!” She realized, “He knew I’d have to go to the bathroom and use that,” Her eyes darted to the dark grey box in the corner of her cage. It was less than a foot away, but she didn’t want to move. She’d been moving as little as humanly possible, her bladder nearly at its breaking point.

With a cry of frustration, Lauren got up and moved the litter box so that it was between her legs, she on all fours. She resisted for a few seconds, feeling ashamed to be using such a thing, but her bladder demanded release. It took her only a second or two to force it, unaccustomed to peeing in such a position. When she was finished, she looked around for something to wipe with, realizing Levi had left her with nothing.

Finding nothing and not daring to use her few blankets she had in the cage, she wiggled her rear end, feeling a few drops fall. After a few seconds of looking, she seemed somewhat satisfied xslot Güncel Giriş and returned to her curled up position, pushing the litter box back into the corner with one foot.

*****

Levi returned home nearly eight hours later, locking the front door before he went the living room to check on his kitten. She was sound asleep. His eyes flicked to the litter box and he smirked. She’d actually used it. He’d have to give her a treat after dinner.

Not waking her up, Levi went and showered, dressing down into more comfortable clothes before he unlocked her cage. He reached in, shaking her.

“Kitten. Kitten, wake up.”

She mumbled, fighting to stay asleep. Levi shook her a little harder and she sat up, rubbing her eyes.

“I was sleepin’,” She mumbled with a yawn.

“I know, but it’s time for me to cook dinner. Same position as this morning,” Levi said as he headed back towards the kitchen. Lauren took a couple of minutes, stretching and yawning, but crawled to his chair and knelt, yawning every few minutes.

Her nose twitched as smells from the kitchen made their way to the dining room area.

“What’re you cooking, Master?” Lauren queried.

He didn’t turn around from the range to respond, “Food.”

Lauren pouted, “I know that!”

“You’ll find out when it’s time to eat,” he added as he reached into a cabinet for bowls and plates.

Lauren’s mouth began to water as she watched him make their plates. Her stomach growled loudly and she frowned, “Is it almost ready?”

This time Levi didn’t give her any response and instead grabbed two bowls, brought them to the table and then returned for the plates and finally their drinks. When he sat down, Lauren immediately sat up.

“May I rise, Master?”

“You may, Kitten.” He nodded and waited to make sure Lauren was comfortable before he placed his elbows on the table, resting his chin on interlaced fingers. Her eyes were wide as she looked at the dinner he’d made. A simple but delicious dinner of grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.

As Lauren dug into the food, Levi couldn’t help but smirk as he watched her hesitate to drink more than half her glass of tea.

“I see you used your litter box,” he mentioned casually as he dipped the sandwich into the soup. Lauren nearly choked on her food, glancing at him for a fraction of a second before she shoveled more food into her mouth.

“Slow down or you’re really going to choke, Kitten.”

Lauren slowed down but didn’t say anything.

“I think we both know how you felt about needing to use that today, don’t we?”

She swallowed and nodded a little, not able to meet his eyes.

“You’ll need to use it for other things later tonight,” Levi announced as he stirred his soup, “Think of this as your warning, Kitten. If you break my rules again like you did today, you’ll be locked in your cage, naked and with a litter box out in the front yard for all to see. I’ll feed and water you, of course… but you would be out there for an extended period.”

Levi watched Lauren’s eyes widen, letting what he’d just told her to sink in as he finished his sandwich and soup.

“Oh and not that I gave you enough to encourage very loose stool… but enough you will need to use your litter box for something other than urinating tonight. I picked it up from the clinic on my way home.”

Luckily Lauren had no food left, otherwise, she might have actually choked. She stared at Levi as he gathered up their plates and bowls, carrying them in the sink

“You-you gave me a… a laxative?”

Levi nodded, “Don’t worry, it’s as I said: just enough to ensure you’ll use your litter box tonight like a good little kitten. I’m sure I won’t have a repeat of today’s behavior though, will I?”

Lauren was still caught on the fact that he’d given her laxative in her dinner. She stared at him silently for a few seconds before she finally spoke, her voice mixed with anger and disbelief, “And if I use my safe word right now?”

He paused and sat down at the table, “We would discuss this as I’ve said before.”

She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath and then another, and another. When she finally opened her eyes, she could see worry reflected in Levi’s eyes.

“Kitten?” She didn’t respond. “Kitten?”

“Mercy.” Lauren breathed.

Levi didn’t appear angry or upset. If anything, he seemed scared. He pulled his chair over and turned Lauren so she was facing him. He grabbed her hands but she jerked away, silent. Levi waited a few seconds, watching her look down at her hands, hair falling in her face, concealing her expression.

“Lauren. Speak to me, please.”

“I have a new hard limit. You will not…” Her voice shook before her body begins to shake as well, “Will.Not.” She punctuated each word, “give me any form of medication, anything that will alter me physically or mentally, without my consent. Do you understand, Levi?”

Lauren finally looked up and Levi’s breath caught. She was crying.

He reached forward hesitantly, unsure if she’d let him touch her. She pulled away again and stood up, sniffling as she wiped her face with the back of her hand.

“I’m going to sleep on the couch tonight. I… I just need some space right now.” She said. Levi didn’t argue with her.

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The Path to Happiness Pt. 08

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My life became fairly routine. 4 months had passed since I starred in my first porn film. Since then I had started university, and this took up most of my time. I still had my waitress job, but the stripping and escort work had trailed off. I did make my second porn film; I played a girl who had a visit by the police and was fucked by a guy dressed in a police uniform.

I still hung out with David, and we had explored the London gay scene, though neither of us had any hook ups. The main bonus of the passage of time was my hormone therapy was really kicking in and my body was noticeable different. My hair had also grown so I could have a very feminine pageboy cut. I had my extensions removed and I allowed my natural colour to grow back out.

Half term was approaching and I decided to check in with the studio. Steve told me there was no T-girl films planned at the moment, but I could pick up some extra work if I wanted. It would be a two-day shoot on location, it was another schoolgirl picture and he needed to fill some background parts. He also told me if I knew anyone else that could pull off a schoolgirl to let him know.

I met Dave at our local pub and was chatting, he was bemoaning he was hard up for cash. He joked that he should not have spent his £500 prize on a rent boy, but he is glad he did as it led to our friendship. Dave caught me staring at him, I was lost in thought. He brought me back to the moment, I told there was a way I could help him earn £500. He sat up and listened to my plan. I told with a little work I could help him get some extra work in my upcoming film. It took him a minute for the penny to drop when he realised, I meant he had to cross dress.

It took have a bottle of wine to get him to at least let me try and transform him. On the way back to my flat we stop off at a store for some supplies. When we got to my flat, I gave him the hair removal products and pushed him into my bathroom.

10 minutes late he came out with a towel around him, I whipped the towel off reminding him I had seen it all before. I handed him a pair of panties and a pair of hold up stockings. I then stuck my breast forms to his chest and handed him a bra. I pulled out my school uniform and gave him the blouse to put on, followed by the skirt. He was hopeless at tying a tie, so I took over and tied a perfect Windsor knot. After he put on the pullover and blazer, I fitted my old wig and made up his face. He looked perfect. It was only 3.30 in the afternoon, so with David’s reluctance I called a cab and took him whilst dressed over to the studio to see Steve.

Steve was pleased to see us and gave David a quick screen test. His movement was Ok and Steve gave David the job as a schoolgirl extra. We had a chat and mentioned that David was gay, so Steve said he might have some roles for him coming up.

When xslot we arrived back at my flat, I had David change into one of my dresses and we went back out for the evening. By the end of the night David or Samantha as we now called her was a natural.

For the rest of the week it was back to our classes, so that took up most of our time. On the Friday after class, David came to my flat and I transformed him into Samantha. I packed her a bag and we caught a train to the village the film shoot was happening. We caught a cab from the station to the large house that was doubling for the private school in the movie. I found Sara and she kitted us both out with a full school uniform each, then she showed us to our room. We unpacked our stuff and joined the other actors and crew for dinner.

They had already shot the sexy scenes, and over the next two days they will be filming the inserts between the scenes. We shared some food and a few drinks and there was a party atmosphere. But we were all in bed by 11pm and soon fast asleep.

Sara knocked on the door and woke us up at 7am, and we went and had breakfast still in our pyjamas. We waited for the other girls to use the showers before we had our shower. I helped Sam get ready and dressed before I put my own uniform on.

The dining room had been set up as green room, and we gathered with the other extras dressed identical to us. For the first hour we just sat around, before Sara called 5 of us out. We were taken to the library, and arranged like we were studying. We shot a couple of setups in the library before returning to the green room. I passed the time reading my law books, Sam was playing cards with a couple of the other girls.

After lunch I was on set out in the grounds shooting a scene where we walked outside the house. As we waited for a lighting change, I got to chatting to a very handsome guy who worked on the crew called Chris. It was clear he was flirting with me, he told me he knew I had something extra under my skirt. I asked him if he wanted to find out, he said he would indeed.

During our next break, Chris and I sneaked off and found an empty room. His lips were quickly on mine as we made out, as we fell onto a large sofa. His hand stroked up my nyloned legs until he reached my panties, and started to rub my cock. He removed his hand from under my skirt and open my blazer and slipped it off my shoulders. It was clear he wanted to undress me, so I let him as I pulled his t-shirt over his head. After he peeled off my pullover, broke the knot of my tie and opened my blouse. I unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down with his boxer shorts, his hard cock sprung out. Chris pulled the front of my bra down freeing my boobs and he started to suck on my nipples. He kissed his way down my body, he lifted my skirt and started to kiss my rock-hard cock through xslot Giriş my panties. With one swift motion he pulled off my underwear and my cock was within his mouth. He was a great cock sucker, and I could tell this was not his first time. As he blew me, he started to work some fingers into my arse.

I told him I needed him in me, so he let go of my cock and lined his own up with my arse. With a shove he was deep into my and began to fuck me. He alternated between kissing me and sucking on my tits. This was the best shag I had in ages, he was a good balance between rough and tender. Unfortunately, he did not last too long and unloaded into me, before I came. He pulled out and to my surprised sucked my eager cock back into his mouth and gave me an intense blow job until I fired into his mouth.

He crawled up to my face and we spit-balled my seed between us. We had a quick cuddle, but time was getting on so we quickly redressed, and I fixed my makeup.

Sam gave me a funny look when I re-entered the green room. I went back to my books as I sipped a coffee.

The director called a wrap to today’s filming and we headed back off to our rooms. As I walked down the corridor, a hand whipped out of a side room and grabbed my arm. Before I could tell what was happening, I was pulled inside the room and into Chris’s arms.

His lips were back on mine, and I melted into his arms. I sank to my knees and whipped out his cock and swallowed it whole. I sucked him hard and fast.

I wanted to be fucked so I pulled off of him and went over to the desk, bending over it. He did not need asking twice and he was in me within seconds, I told him to fuck me good. He did not disappoint this time and fuck me with meaning. I loved as each thrust rubbed my tits against the desktop. This time I did come before him, soiling my knickers. He dumped his second load into my in a matter of hours, and then collapsed on top of me. He kissed and caressed the back of my neck as his cock soften inside me and plopped out.

Chris got off me and helped me to my feet, he hugged and kissed me. I told I’d see him at dinner and returned to my room. Sam was sat on her bed; she had removed her blazer and pullover and her tie was loose with her top button open.

She looked pissed at me, I took my blazer off and hung it up and sat next to her. I asked her straight out what I had done. She looked embarrassed then said she knew I had sex with the guy from the crew, she continued that as silly as it seemed she was jealous I was getting fucked and she was not. I laughed and put my arm around her and told her not to worry, we would get a cock in her soon enough.

I had an idea, so I removed my tie and opened my collar and left Sam alone in the room. For the couple of films, I had made I had gotten to know most of the crew. I knew xslot Güncel Giriş there was a guy called Adam on the crew and he was gay, I decided to try my hand at match making.

I did some discreet asking around and Adam was single, I had a word with Steve and he did not care if Sam or David come to dinner, as long as Sam was in her uniform ready for filming. I went back to my room and told Sam she could dress as a man tonight, she looked relieved.

I stripped to my underwear, and hit the showers. There were a couple of other girls in there but I did not care, I peeled off my clothes and got under the water. I had Chris’s dried cum leaking out my arse.

Back in our room I dressed for the evening in t-shirt and sweatpants. David was back after I helped him remove the wig and breast forms.

At dinner, I sat near Adam and David sat next to me. Chris also joined us. We ate our food and out came the beers. I engaged Adam in conversation and slowly work David into it as well, soon they were in their own dialogue I hoped one thing would lead to another and nature would take its cause.

I turned my attention back to Chris, he put arm around and we spent the evening cuddling and actually getting to know each other.

Around 9.30 Adam and David disappeared, I smiled that my plan appeared to be working. At 10.30 I kissed Chris goodnight and went to bed, just after I slipped into bed David came with a freshly fucked look on his face. He stripped and got into his bed. He told me he knew what I did, and that I was a good friend. I winked and told him I did not know what he was talking about. We turned the lights out and went to sleep.

I was up bright and early, and helped David transform back into Sam for the last day of film. After a light breakfast it was back to our room to pack and put on our uniforms. I did not see Chris at breakfast as he was off helping setup for today’s filming. Sam and I headed to the common room and I took a large coffee and set myself up with my law books waiting for my call to set.

The morning flew by and soon we wrapped after 3 setups. The Crew all meet up in the common room for a quick wrap, the girls were in various stages of undress as ties and blazers were discarded. I choose to keep my full uniform on, even for a porno shoot I wanted to remain prim and proper. Though I did have 3 glasses of cheap fizzy wine. After a few hugs and kisses we started to break up and return to our rooms, Chris caught me on the way out and we shared a smooch and swapped phone numbers. I was tempted to drag him off and get him to fuck me, but I had to rush off and catch a train back to London. Sam and I returned to our room and stripped off our uniforms for the last time, Sam changed into David and I put on a summer dress leaving our uniforms on the beds and left the hall.

A couple of hours later I fell into my flat and made a light dinner and took a long bubble bath and slipped into my silk nightie.

As I watched TV, I shared some text messages with Chris and at 11pm I slipped into bed and fell fast asleep.

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The Roommates Ch. 02

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There’s a bit more action this time around. There’s at least one more chapter in this and that may be it. I hope I’ve pleased the readers who liked the slowly developing story, but I do worry that this may not have had the slow burn they were hoping for.

* * *

When Brad woke on Saturday morning it was the first morning he wasn’t disoriented, obviously he was settling into the routine of sleeping on Sara and Daphne’s couch. Today was another day off work. He thought back over the week’s events, from learning Sara had a cock by spying on her shagging some chick doggy style by peeking through the gap under her door, to the blissful yet confusing session he had last night by taking Daphne up her back passage.

Thinking of Daphne he looked over to her door, and seeing it left slightly open, he assumed that she had already left for the day, probably off to the gym quite early. He really wanted to talk to her, to try and gauge how she felt about last night. After he’d cum, she’d pretty much dismissed him from her room, and then she’d proceeded to masturbate pretty loudly. He’d never even been given the opportunity to go down on her and he felt a little slighted at not getting the opportunity to even the scales.

Brad decided to spend the day cleaning up around the apartment. He wanted to repay the girls any way he could, and a bit of extra cleaning would surely be appreciated.

* * *

Saturday afternoon found Brad down at his local pub catching up with a couple of mates.

His day of cleaning had been pretty productive. He’d never seen so many feminine items around the place before, as he’d never lived with women. Mostly he ignored them, but it was an eye-opener to read some of the labels of various products. Who knew your face needed its own special cleanser?

His ‘mates’ had apologised of course for not being able to offer him a place to crash, but he could tell only a couple were truly sincere.

After a few rounds he found himself alone with Jeff, who he’d never really clicked with, though they were mates to a degree. He’d always found Jeff a little weird, like, slightly perverted and always turning the conversation dirty.

Sure enough, Jeff was soon talking about the latest chick whose panties he’d gotten into. Brad’s attention skyrocketed when he heard Jeff say, “– I thought maybe she had a cock for a moment there, but no, she just had a really huge mound and a thick thatch of hair, know what I mean?”

Up until now Brad had been giving monotonous answers, almost willing Jeff to leave, but now he was riveted, “Thank god right? I mean, what if she’d had a cock? Barf city right?”

“No way man. I mean, this chick was smoking, and I mean smoking hot. If she’d turned out to be a gender bender, I’d have turned her around and gone in the service entrance. After all, I’ve been there before,” he actually looked smug.

“You mean anal sex, yeah of course, but with… with a guy… or a chick who was or kind of is a guy?”

He was still smug, proud even, “You’ve obviously never been to Thailand. You’d be surprised how hot, and how feminine some shemales, sorry, transgenders, can be Brad. I’ve had more than a couple of experiences with them, and I’ve got to say, they’re some of my hottest memories.”

“Really?”

“A hundred percent truth man.”

“Because…” Brad wondered if he should be sharing this with anyone, but Jeff certainly didn’t seem like he’d judge. Jeff waited patiently; he could see that Brad was struggling with something. “You know the two chicks, the neighbours I said were helping me out, letting me crash?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I kind of caught one of them… well, spied really. I looked under her door one night while she was moaning and groaning, and I swear, she had someone bent over on her bed, and she was doing them doggy style.”

Jeff didn’t look impressed, “Nah, from the sounds of them they’re a couple of rug-munchers, she was probably just using a strap-on.”

Until then, Brad hadn’t considered the possibility that the other party had been Daphne, who he had since taken up the arse himself. Was she the chick that Sara had been doing? Was Daphne also the owner of a penis? She’d wanted it up the arse last night, was that because it was the only hole available? Jeff was taking a swig of his beer when Brad interrupted him, “Well there were no straps, and besides, her balls looked pretty real to me.”

Jeff coughed and spat his beer back into his glass. Obviously he wasn’t completely unflappable. Finally, he managed to cough out, “No shit?”

“I’m not kidding.”

“Wow.” Jeff took a moment to digest it, and then tried to ask the question forming slowly in his head, “So how… do you… did you bar up? Are you going to hit it?”

This was a pretty intimate question from not a close mate. Brad would be much too scared to ask anyone else though, fearing they would judge him. Jeff, though, was unlikely to judge him. “Are you gonna keep this to yourself?”

“For sure, I know who I xslot am and I’m happy, but I’d never go spreading around the secrets of others. Have you ever heard me mention a single name of any of my conquests?”

Brad thought about it and realised he had a point. Jeff bragged, a lot, but he never actually named names or singled anyone out. They could sit in a room full of women Jeff shagged and Brad would never be able to tell. The same could not be said for all of his mates. “True.”

Brad had been thinking about Sara’s cock constantly, wondering what it looked like, how well she used it, how big it was, how thick, how it looked in conjunction with her titties and booty, how it would look fighting to escape from tiny little feminine panties. He’d never had any interest in cocks other than his own before, and never had any interest in men. He’d been in footy locker rooms and never even been tempted to look. As for Daphne, he’d not even begun to wonder what she might be packing, or the thought that the two chicks might both be transgender and sharing a bed. Brad embarrassedly realised his cock was getting hard. It wasn’t tenting his pants, but the blood was definitely heading there and thickening his rod.

Jeff was patiently waiting again, cautiously drinking his beer.

“It did,” Brad knew it wasn’t enough, “it did get me hard, and I keep getting hard just thinking about the possibility. I’m like a teenager again, getting random erections at bad times.”

He expected Jeff to smile at him, make fun of him, but he didn’t. “You’ve got it Brad. You’re attracted to her. I don’t mean to go all psych on you, but how do you feel about that?”

“I don’t know. I think I should feel weird or disgusted with myself, but I don’t.” He looked at Jeff, again appraising him for how much he was willing to trust him, and how much he was willing to tell him. “To be honest, I’m interested, excited and scared.”

“Sounds normal to me considering your situation.”

“So you’ve had sex with… a transgender?”

“Are you gonna keep this to yourself?” he asked with a wry grin.

I returned the grin, accepting the jibe.

“Both ways buddy, I’ve taken and been taken.”

“Ok,” Brad answered, letting that revelation sink in. The thought aroused him, not thinking about Jeff, but being in Jeff’s situation. He imagined getting in behind Sara, shagging her and watching her imagined dick swinging around. He then imagined the roles reversed, Sara behind him doggie style, mashing her big tits into his back while she shafted him and stroked his hardened cock.

Jeff broke his musings, “Listen, I have to go unfortunately.” Jeff grinned, “I have a date, and it’s one I don’t want to miss. But take my number, and if you ever want to talk to someone, call me. I know my kinks, and they’re deep and numerous, but I’m one of the most stable, happy people you’ll meet, so I won’t judge you. But you need to think about things, and examine how you feel about them. Don’t go doing anything stupid.”

Jeff got up and left Brad at the bar, and Brad got another beer.

Jeff had turned out to be quite a surprise.

Brad thought about Jeff’s advice, what would be the stupid thing to do? It would be stupid to react angrily, but Brad hadn’t really felt any anger.

Would it be stupid to confront Sara? Probably, after all, the only reason he knew all about it was because he was spying on her. Yes, definitely stupid to do that.

The smartest thing was probably to just remain ignorant. If they wanted to tell him they would. In fact, he now had an advantage in that if they decided to tell him one day, he wouldn’t be taken by surprise.

Brad realised that he was now thinking with the assumption that Daphne also had a secret between her legs. He had to be careful not to be surprised if it turned out she didn’t have a penis, because that would be extremely insulting to her.

* * *

Despite having been at the pub for most of the afternoon, he still beat Daphne home. He wasn’t sure where she’d been off to all day, and she wasn’t obliged to tell him.

He’d left just a little bit of laundry to do when he got back from the pub. The girls were lucky enough to have a small European laundry in their apartment. He’d used it a couple of times during the week. This time however, Daphne had left some of her clothes on the washer. Well, he assumed it was Daphne judging by the clothes.

His mind jumped two steps and he was thinking that he was definitely a pervert. Despite that, he couldn’t help acting on his first thought. He was going through Daphne’s clothes. There were a few work blouses, skirts, pants, but of course Brad was interested in more intimate items.

Finally he felt the cup of a bra. He checked the label, supremely curious to know the size of Daphne’s sweater puppies. 34E. Wow. He knew they were big; they looked big, heck they looked hefty, but seeing it written down, confirmed, was something else. Thirty-four meant she had a pretty small chest, but E for xslot Giriş the cups was big, especially on a 34 chest.

Brad found a couple of thongs. The temptation to hold them up to his face and have a sniff was strong. He resisted though, he was a pervert for looking through her things, but he decided he had his limits as well.

Once his laundry was done he sat on the couch that had become his bed and stared at the TV. He was getting peckish, but didn’t want to organise dinner in case Daphne also hadn’t eaten in the hope that she’d be agreeable to eating together.

Brad was just about to surrender to his stomach when he heard a key in the door. Daphne breezed in with a huge grin, “Hey Brad, how’s your day been?”

Brad smiled in reply, “Alright, you?”

“Fantastic. Have you had dinner?”

“I was just about to. Did you want to grab something together?”

“Let’s order a pizza. Why don’t you call up now, I’m starving,” she said as she headed for the bathroom.

Brad ordered and was watching TV again when Daphne emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing a grey track suit. You couldn’t get that girl out of sporty clothes, Brad thought to himself. The top was tight, but he wasn’t surprised considering he now knew she was rocking a 34E bra. Her sweat pants were of that Pink brand, and were designed to be tight across her arse and hips, while being loose and flowing further down her legs. Her top was zipped up and there wasn’t much cleavage on display, but sometimes, Brad thought, it was what a girl didn’t show that made all the difference.

They had slowly devoured the pizza and chatted about their respective days while The Big Bang Theory played on the TV. They’d shared similar days, although instead of cleaning, Daphne had spent a couple of hours at the gym. They’d both spent the afternoon hanging out with friends.

They were sitting quite close on the couch. Brad kept stealing glances at Daphne, her full, kissable lips, her delicate ears holding back her silky brunette hair.

Thinking of Sara, he studied Daphne surreptitiously, searching for some clue as to whether or not she might be hiding a secret between her legs. If there was a sign, he couldn’t find it. The old, reliable, Adam’s apple was certainly not there, and her face certainly had no masculine signs. Her body was loudly female, her hips and butt declaring her to be all woman.

Brad thought back to last night. The steamy action he’d had on the couch and in Daphne’s room. He’d do it again in a heartbeat, despite not knowing what she had up front. She’d been less than sober last night. Was it stupid to put the moves on her? Maybe it was, but Brad decided that she’d put the moves on him last night, so surely it was ok for him to give it a shot now. All she could do was say no… and kick him out to the streets… the thought gave him pause.

It was worth it, he decided.

He slowly slid his arm along the back of the couch in that cheesy, tried and true method. He daren’t touch her yet though. She didn’t seem to notice.

What now, the obvious cough or yawn?

Suddenly she snuggled into him, and he seized the opportunity to move his arm down around her shoulders.

They were snuggled up together on the couch watching TV. It was nice. It was what he’d lost with his last girlfriend long before they’d broken up. They’d been out of love for a long time.

Why was he thinking of love? He didn’t love Daphne, but he realised he really like her. She was kind and bubbly, full of energy. And she loved anal sex and had a tight, buxom, sexy body. What could she possibly be missing?

He wrapped his hand around her shoulder. The progress was slow, but he started his progress towards her breast. It was like being a teenager, trying to sneak a feel of his first, frigid, high school girlfriend. It was fun and exciting, so far so good.

When he finally reached her breast he could feel it. She was softer, her tits were softer. She had a hard body, obviously from all the exercise she did, but there were no muscles in her boob to make them hard.

Gently, he moved his hand down and around until he was in position to grab a handful of tit. Finally, he could take no more and gave a gentle squeeze.

Daphne gasped, “Brad!” She turned to look at him and smiled. She bit her bottom lip and looked into his eyes. She put her hand over his and moved it so he was completely cupping her breast before forcing his hand to give it a squeeze. “I’ve never had that move put on me you know, but I used to dream about it.”

Encouraged, Brad began to feel her up in earnest. Her breasts were every bit as large and full as their 34E tag promised. He filled his other hand with her opposite breast and began truly kneading them, causing her to moan, “Mmmm.” She closed her eyes and laid her head back against his arm and the couch.

She’d kept her hair up in a pony tail, giving him an unobstructed view of her neck and delicate shoulder blades. She was taller than him by xslot Güncel Giriş a few inches, but she was certainly of slighter frame judging by her beautiful neck and shoulders.

As he studied her face, thrown back and dreamy with pleasure, he’d unknowingly slowed his caressing of her breasts. She blearily opened her eyes and looked into his. He pulled her to him and they locked lips hungrily. He ran his hand down her back and slipped it beneath the waistband of her sweats.

He felt the telltale thin lace of a thong and passionately gripped her arse and pulled her against himself even harder.

Her hands were in his hair, gripping and pulling, mashing their faces together.

He moved his hand to her hip, staying within her pants and feeling that supremely erotic and sexy thong over her smooth skin.

She pulled away and grabbed forcefully at his pants, trying in vain to simply yank them off. Brad levered himself up and helped her get them off.

His 7″ and a bit cock was standing to attention in his boxers. Before he could remove those as well, Daphne beat him to it, but not in the way he expected. She playfully nipped his covered cock, before biting his waistband and removing his boxers with her mouth alone.

She sank to the floor between his legs as his boxers were finally removed. He looked down at her on her knees, hair pulled back in a pony tail, looking up at him with smouldering eyes.

She tentatively placed her hands on his thighs, capturing his cock between her hands without actually grabbing it. She stuck out her tongue and slowly ran it up the underside of his rod.

He threw his head back in ecstasy, as she ran her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft, curling her tongue so that it cupped the long shaft.

He reached down and ran his fingertips along her jaw line, before tracing them down her neck and across her collarbone.

She worked her tongue up each side of his dick, and got her lips involved as well, sucking and kissing his rod.

“Daphne!” he exclaimed, over come with pleasure, “Oh god Daphne, please… please… put it in your mouth. Please suck my cock Daphne?”

She smiled at him as she continued to tease him, licking his shaft up and down both sides, over and over again. It was clear that she was enjoying teasing him.

He thrashed his head around in frustration at her teasing and pleaded with her, “God, please, Daphne…”

She relented, and swallowed his cock. It felt to Brad like she had literally removed his cock, stuck it in her mouth and swallowed it down her throat.

He looked down at her again to see her deep-throating him expertly, not even a hint of a gag reflex. He had no idea how she was making his cock feel so good, but she must have been doing something with her tongue and swallowing action.

“OH GOD DAPHNE! FUCK! Oh god, you suck my cock so good. Uhhhh. Yeah. Suck on that dick Daphne.” Brad’s hips were pumping futilely, as Daphne had complete control of him, moving her head and neck as necessary to not allow Brad to either withdraw or pump forward, teasing him deliciously. “Oh fuck yes. Hurrrrr.”

What she was doing was amazing, but still, Brad found the lack of a pumping motion was becoming frustrating. This woman was amazing, able to take him to a whole other plane of teasing.

“I have to fuck you girl. We’re going to fuck,” he laid it out. He stood up, withdrawing his cock from Daphne’s mouth and throat.

“MWAH!” she said as the tube steak was removed. She looked a little scared, but Brad was too far gone to stop now.

“Maybe… maybe we should stop,” she tentatively stated.

He reached down and unzipped her track top, pulling it from her, revealing her round 34Es held only by a smooth, restrictive sports bra.

He grabbed the hem of her sports bra, and in one swift move pulled it up over her head and off. She was obviously agreeable as she lifted up her arms to help.

He watched, mesmerised as her big, heavy breasts were pulled and stretched upwards by the bra, before bouncing back into their natural, round shape and position.

“Brad, I think we should stop,” she said, a little more confidently.

Brad slid his hands down the outside of each breast, hunching his back and hips to reach down, unintentionally bringing his cock back to Daphne’s lips, where, after a moment’s hesitation, she mouthed and made out with the head sensually. He reached further down, around and under her udders, to heft and lift them, shaking them and making them jiggle. He curled his fingertips up towards the front, tickling the tips of her nipples and flicking them, bringing both he and her pleasure.

He had a pretty good idea she wanted him to stop because she wasn’t exactly in control this time, and was probably worried he might find a little secret in her panties. But he’d been operating under the assumption of its existence anyway. In fact, he knew the thought was giving him an extra erotic charge. So he had no fear concerning that. If she wanted to stop for some other reason, she’d have to tell him soon.

She knelt in front of him, half his cock in her mouth being lovingly kissed and sucked, while he crouched over her, caressing and jiggling her hefty tits in his hands.

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