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It had taken me quite a while to save my money for the next step in my exploration of self-bondage. I’d become aware of bondage from old movies and some earlier games. But now I’ve been interested in bondage, especially self-bondage, for several years. At first, my self-bondage challenges were only inside my house. Like handcuffing myself for hours, or wearing leg shackles as I fixed and ate my dinner. And I once chained myself to my stair banisters with a vibrating egg switched to its high setting inside my pussy, just to see how long I could last before scrambling for the key to unlock myself. To give you a better idea of how kinky I’ve become, one day when I had nothing to do, I placed the key to my shackles in my mailbox down by the road. Returning to the house, I stripped naked and shackled myself. Then I was trapped like that until it became dark enough for me to sneak, naked, chains of my shackles jangling, down to my mailbox to retrieve my key. Oh yes, in case you’re interested. my name is Arin and I’m 26 years old.

Recently, I’d falling hard for the idea of being locked in a chastity belt. Not that I wanted to exclude all sex! I just liked the idea of having access to my pussy restricted for some time periods. I guess it might have something to do about controlling access to my body. I know that makes no real logical sense, since when I do self-bondage I actually give up control of my body for a while. But the idea of secretly wearing a chastity belt under my clothing, and wondering if anyone is guessing that it’s there excites me. And if I let someone have the key to my belt, it’d be a demonstration of trust. In effect, I’d be saying, “I trust you to take good care of my pussy.” To be honest, I didn’t examine my motivations all that closely. Needing a belt like that was probably evolving into a fetish, or something. I just knew I really wanted one, even though good ones are really expensive!

I’d watched my pennies and worked extra hours to attain my goal of a real belt. Not some piece of shit toy but a real metal locking belt. The day finally arrived that I had sufficient funds, and I made the arrangements with the company, measuring twice and selecting the options I wanted. I got a little carried away with the options but I figured this was a one time deal. The order was placed and I waited for a confirmation. Two days later, I received notification that my order looked complete and had been accepted. I was now in line to be the next owner of a real belt. My heart raced, and I felt goosebumps forming on my arms.

They said it would take about two weeks to make it and get it to me. I was both excited and frustrated to hear this but what could a girl do? Everyday I’d rush home to see if it had arrived. And each day I sighed as my heart sank, since there was no word. Finally, one day there was a notice in the mail to pick up a box at the post office, but it was already late in the day, and they were closed now. More frustration! I tugged at my hair, but managed not to pull any out.

The next day, I hurried to the post office straight from work and handed the clerk the paper notice I’d received. Several agonizing minutes later, a good-sized box was on the counter with ‘METAL PIECES’ written on the outside of the box. And it was addressed to me! I tried to play it cool, but inside me, my mind was clapping and yelling, and the butterflies in my stomach were trying to fly up into my throat!

My box was a little bulky and hard to carry, but I got it in the car and rushed home as fast as I safely could. I got it into the house and decided to shower and change so I could savor the moment of opening it. The actual opening became like a small ceremony. I anticipated every move, and I grew more excited every second. I pulled the flaps open and there was an envelope addressed to me. I opened it, finding it contained a paid invoice and care instructions for my belt. Enclosed inside there was also a printed sheet listing a woman’s club in my zip code and several other such clubs in my general area.

“Huh? A club?” I murmured. Curious, I read on. It explained that there was a woman’s club of like-minded women in my area. Since this was the closest one to me, it went on to give more details about this particular club. “These are women who meet once a month for friendship, and to share information and experiences. For membership, there is a fee of 10 dollars a month to cover the cost of refreshments at their meetings.” It stated a phone number that was definitely in my area code, so I knew that the club had to be fairly close. Curiosity now satisfied, I set the note aside and quickly got lost in the raptures of examining the belt itself and the various options I’d chosen. It was gleaming metal, and after some fumbling experimentation, I found that it fit me like a glove. Not only that, it was real, and it was all mine! I loved it.

The note about the club now recaptured my attention. It nagged at me, making me wonder if there could really be such a club, bursa escort bayan or was it just a scam? It took me two days to get my courage up before I finally dialed the number. Tensely, I waited as the phone rang and just before I gave up trying and disconnected, a woman answered. I wasn’t sure what to say to answer her ‘hello’ though. I was hemming and hawing as I said, “Ummm… I’m not sure I have the correct person…”

“Yes?” the woman prompted, her voice now a little frosty.

I cleared my throat and said tentatively, “I’m calling about a chastity club?”

Her demeanor immediately changed, and her voice softened and warmed. “Yes, dear… you have the correct connection.” As we continued to chat, she now sounded nice, making me quietly sigh with relief. We talked for a while and I explained, “I must confess that I’m very new to all this. I just received my belt a few days ago.”

She advised me, “Ours is a group of women who enjoy chastity and the devices that control us. Some of us are more advanced than the others, but we use the club meetings as a sharing, teaching experience.” Her voice was warm and very matter-of-fact as she took my inexperience in stride.

I was excited by the prospect of meeting with like-minded women and, given the topic, I was glad that it was only women that I’d be interacting with at the meetings. Her voice took on a tone of regret as she continued, “Unfortunately, you just missed our latest meeting, and the next meeting isn’t for three weeks.” She paused, probably thinking. “Tell you what, Arin… why don’t you come to my house, meet with me and we can discuss the details about all this in a more informal setting. If you are free right now, there’s no time like the present.”

I agreed, and after getting directions and thanking her, I was out the door in a flash! I couldn’t wait to meet her. As I approached her home, I was pleased to see it was a big house isolated by a good distance from the nearest neighbors. I parked my little Honda and approached the front door. With a hand trembling with excitement, I knocked. I could hear her high heels clicking as she approached her front door. The door opened, revealing a woman not much older than me. If I was asked, I’d have to describe her as being very attractive. As she invited me in, I noted that the dress she wore practically screamed that she was wealthy. Her dress reminded me of a 50’s style, with its skirt flared out a bit and swishing as she walked. It looked great on her. As she led me forward, I was very impressed with her home, because it was lovely and I told her so. She thanked me for the compliment.

We sat in the living room and had tea. When we were settled, April explained, “Our group is about seven years old and we have a nice membership. We all have the same interests, so there’s no real reason to be shocked by what degree any given lady might indulge her interests. Some women are happy being very basic and others go for maximum chastity in their equipment.”

She took a sip of tea. “Now here are the rules of the club, if you agree to join us:

1 – When attending the meeting, you’ll be naked except for your chastity device and its associated items. We all undress as we enter this house.

2 – You agree to be clean shaven 24/7 at your mound and pussy so you can feel the strap between your legs covering your pussy. This helps you stay aware that you’re locked away.

3 — The dues are ten dollars a month to help defray the costs of snacks and drinks and any printing for the club. Sometimes our members find good stories or articles to share with the group.

4 – You’ll get the club’s tattoo and your number so you are marked. We have an arrangement with a woman artist that does all our work. If you wish her to do extra work sometime, that’s your responsibility.

5 – You’ll bring the keys to your belt and associated items and place them in the bowl on the table over there, so you’ll better realize you’re locked, as we all are, while you’re here at the meeting.”

Having explained these rules, and answering any questions for clarification that I’d asked, she stood up and turned, moving her hair aside. “In answer to your question about the tattoo, Arin, here’s mine.” I now saw the tattoo on the back of her neck. All it said was ‘WCC-1’, and she explained, “It stands for Women’s Chastity Club, and I have the number one as its founding member. You’ll be ‘WCC-10’ if you agree to join.”

My mouth went a little dry. I said, “To be honest, I’m a bit scared about getting a tattoo. Would you please go with me, when it’s time to do this?” Even though I was a little scared, somehow the idea of being permanently marked like that excited me. She smiled and nodded in answer to my question. Taking my heart into my hands, and looking into her eyes, I opened my purse and handed her the ten dollar fee.

“Wonderful, Arin. Come with me into my office since there’s a paper you need to read and sign.”

I read bursa escort sitesi it over, and it was simple and clear. It just stated that I understood the purpose of the club, and that I’d keep knowledge of the club, its members and what I saw and heard confidential. I signed the paper and she took my picture for her files. Looking at the time, April smiled, stating, “Our timing might be perfect, young lady. Let me check.” She picked up the phone, dialed, and asked the party on the line if she was free. Nodding happily, she replaced the phone, took my hand and we left the house. We got into her car and drove into town. Turning off the main street, we stopped at a small shop on a side street.

As we entered, the staff all greeted us warmly. June, the tattoo artist, came up and guided us into the backroom, whereupon she closed and locked the door.

“I presume this is a new member of our group,” June stated.

“Yes, she just joined today.” Turning to me, April said, “10, I’d like to introduce 4.” June smiled and proceeded to remove her shorts, revealing her chastity belt securely locked on her hips. I studied her belt as she prepared to do my tattoo. I could see that her belt couldn’t be removed, and its fit was perfect. I noticed the front shield had an insert so I asked her about it.

“It’s metal and has 4 balls attached to it,” June replied. “It keeps me on a low simmer but sometimes it brings me to the very edge and I have to stop and sit down for a bit.”

I was led to a table and instructed, “Remove your top, Arin, and lay face down, placing your face into the face rest.” As I did so, she asked, “What color do you want?”

I lifted my head and looked inquiringly at April, silently asking for advice. April said, “Black is the most used, Arin. But it’s really your choice.”

So I told June, “I’d like black, also.” The table was cold and I was scared. As I’d said, I’d never gotten a tattoo before, but still the idea excited me, and the result I’d seen on the back of April’s neck wasn’t very big. April gave me her hand for moral support, and I held onto it tightly, gritting my teeth a little. But before I knew it, the tattoo was done.

I got up and June handed me a mirror. The area of the design looked puffy, but June, noting my reaction, assured me, “Your skin will become normal again fairly quickly. I’m sure that April will guide you through the steps in caring for it — she’s done this many times before.” June covered my neck with a strip of gauze, whereupon April and I drove back to her home.

Since it was my first tattoo, April did indeed act as my nurse, advising me on how to take care of it until it healed, and suggested that for now I should take a nap. I placed myself face down, and managed to fall asleep. After a while, April woke me for lunch. First she unwrapped the gauze, put some stuff on the tattoo, and then re-wrapped the gauze. Then we had a nice lunch.

As we were talking, it struck me that she didn’t wear a chastity belt, as far as I could tell. When I mentioned it, she stood and walked over to me.

“Arin, put your hand on my waist.”

As soon as I touched her, I felt the metal around her waist, so I asked, “Where’s your key?”

She answered, “It’s in my playroom. I never carry the key with me. It gives me a better sense of being truly locked away. I’ve been wearing my belt all this time.”

I was impressed she’d leave the key like that and not carry it with her. I asked, “Do you often go out in public, wearing your belt like that?”

“Sure, Arin… I do it all the time. Of course, all the women bring their keys to the meetings though, so you might want to do something with yours to make them unique to the eyes.”

I was impressed that she not only wore her belt in her house, but also apparently fearlessly went out in public, wearing it without having its key handy. I felt a little ashamed. It felt like I wasn’t living up to the standard of the club by not wearing my belt today. I thought I’d have to do better. By now, it was getting late so I said, “Thank you for all your hospitality, April. I really should be going.”

Standing, she hugged me and kissed me saying, “I can’t wait to see you in your belt at the next meeting. And please feel free to call me if you have any questions.”

I drove home, thinking about all that had happened and how I might’ve opened a new door in my life. I couldn’t wait for the meeting. As I slept that night, I was on my side, hugging one of my pillows. I wanted to be careful not to press the back of my neck against anything.

The next morning I first treated my tattoo as April had instructed me. After applying the special salve, I covered it with a small gauze pad, gently taping it into place. My hair covered the gauze pad, so no one would notice it. I went and got my belt and slipped into it. As I pressed the lock closed, I felt the belt cupping me like a lover’s hand. After a light breakfast, I put the belt’s keys in a bowl on the kitchen table and decided to take a walk. This would be the first time that I wore it in public, locked with no key. I was so excited that it felt like my heart was trying to come out through my rib cage. My breasts sure seemed to be gently bouncing each time my heart thumped deep to them. It struck me that at the meetings I’d have to be naked, so I decided to take everything else off. I was shaking as I buttoned my coat around my naked, but belted, body.

Closing the front door, I took my first steps outside. I couldn’t help but imagine that everyone I passed knew my secret, which made me blush. As I walked, the metal plug moved in me reminding me of how confined I was. Since my pussy was freshly shaved, I was especially aware of the belt pressing against my mound, pussy and butt crack. I found myself outside a large grocery store and decided I might as well pick up a few things that I needed. As I entered, I got a cart and started to cruise the aisles. I seemed to be the only one in the store wearing a long coat, and I felt lots of eyes on me. For some reason, those inquiring stares aroused me. I had to stifle the mad impulse to turn to those people, open my coat to display my belt, and say, “Is this what you were wondering about?”

Turning down the next aisle I was stunned to see April shopping with another woman. I hurried down to her and took her by surprise with a happy greeting. April hugged me and then she introduced me to her friend Carol, saying, “7, this is 10.” It felt so cool that we’d be known by numbers, like in some spy novel.

“I’m out here to do a little shopping,” I told them. “They say there could be snow coming soon, so I thought I’d better wear my long coat.”

April grinned and replied, “We’re doing the same.” Although their coats were shorter than mine, they were long enough to hide their chastity belts, too. “You know, Arin, this chance meeting is fortuitous. Why don’t you join us for lunch so we can talk and get to know one another better?” April asked. Then she whispered, “Do you have your keys with you?”

I felt my cheeks warming, since I knew what keys she meant. “I walked to the store, so I left my keys at home, April,” I explained very quietly.

“That’s fine. When we’re done shopping I’ll give you a quick lift home, and you can put away any perishable groceries and grab your keys and follow us in your car, OK?”

I agreed, and I only had a couple of things that needed to go into the refrigerator, so our stop at my house was brief. I picked up the belt keys and slipped them into my coat pocket, locked the house and got into my car, and I followed her and Carol. As we entered April’s house, she said, “Make sure you put your keys in that bowl, following club rules.” I slipped my belt keys out of my coat pocket and placed them with the other two sets that were now already there. Even though we weren’t having an official club meeting, none of us had any clothes on under our coats. So once April hung up our coats, we were all three naked except for our chastity belts. I was glad April’s house was warm, and, while I was initially shy about the other two women seeing my body, I soon got accustomed to it.

We were having a nice chat and lunch when we heard a ‘woosh’ sound and April went to the window to discover a heavy snow squall outside. The wind was blowing hard and the snow was coming down so heavily it was limiting visibility to a very short distance. We all sat there watching the squall. The snow quickly piled up in the street. My car was covered and now had snow piled all around it.

April said, “I guess you two will have to stay the night since no one can drive in this.” It turned into a cozy girls’ sleep over. We ate popcorn and had wine, while we told each other our stories about how we got interested in chastity, accompanied by some nice background music. They had some stories about adventures they’d experienced while wearing their belts. To hold up my end of the conversation, I told them tales of my adventures in self-bondage. That included the sneaking in darkness while shackled to retrieve my key from the mailbox. Not only that, there was the time I was in my house, naked and chained, when my doorbell rang! It turned out that it was a delivery man with a package that he’d left by my front door — the ringing of the doorbell was just a courtesy alert of the delivery, in case I was home! Needless to say, I was peeking out the edge of a window, watching his truck the entire time he was backing down and out of my driveway. When he’d driven away, I cautiously opened my front door, and, trying not to display my nude body too much, dragged the package back inside. Carol and April were laughing, amused as they visualized that entire scene.

Bed time came and we each had our own room. We said good night and soon I was fast asleep. About midnight, Carol crept into my bed and snuggled close. She wasn’t wearing her belt and her hands began to explore my body. I’d never been with a woman and I was surprised at how nice… and even natural… this felt. We were warm under the covers and her soft touch was wonderful. Her hand moved over my belt, exploring it. I was getting quite aroused as she kissed me and sucked on my nipples.

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Mature theme / Adults only (please DO NOT read if true adult non-fiction offends).

ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED ARE AT LEAST 18 YEARS OF AGE.

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The following is a true story…..

The Convent

My dad was a renowned craftsman woodworker. Known throughout the American Midwest and South as a master wood craftsman. He was commissioned by museums, architectural review boards, architects, and wealthy clients for his skill and ability to restore archaic workmanship back to its original design.

It was not surprising then when in 1981 he was commissioned by a bustling Catholic college convent in the Midwest to restore their main staircase and library back to its original early-1800s European, oakwood- finished glory.

The Catholic college just happened to be located about a two mile hike along a meandering path through a dense deciduous forest from our home.

Located on a sprawling 75-acre wooded and secluded campus, the three main buildings, anchored by a five-story Main Hall and Administrative Building, a four-story, onsite campus school and classroom building, as well as a three-story residential unit were situated to either side of the sprawling Admin Building.

The three-story Residence Hall was where all the over nine hundred sisters and novitiates lived. The elderly sisters lived mostly on the ground floor, with floors 2 and 3 being a mix of both seasoned, middled-aged sisters and 18–22-year-old novitiates. The campus physical facility was a bustling, sprawling area with many hidden corners and twists and turns.

However, human activity within the basement and tunnel complex was nearly non-existent, except for the very rare and super-occasional plumber, repairman, or, as in my case, intrepid 18 year old always up for a thrill.

All three buildings were connected by dimly lit, underground tunnels running approximately 300 feet from the Main Hall to either building, and an additional tunnel connecting the Residence Hall and Educational Center building, forming a triangle of dark, rarely used tunnels, side passages, and storage rooms.

The tunnels were originally built in the mid-1880s to serve the purpose of keeping walkers out of inclement weather and facilitating people movement back when the campus served four thousand souls.

The tunnels and basement storage rooms formed a sort of eerie maze, and with building creaks and muffled conversations echoing throughout, the spookiness and exploration was captivating.

Having recently turned 18 years old, I would be merely a helper to both my dad and his loyal apprentice, Charlie. Whatever dad or Charlie needed from our truck, or building materials located deep within the dark tunnels or basement storage areas, I was assigned to retrieve.

I always got a thrill and an adrenaline rush when I was not immediately needed and had time to wander off into the darkened tunnel system, which was common and my absence was never even noticed, as both dad and Charlie were seemingly always laser-focused on their craftsman’s work.

I would get so aroused wandering the twisting and turning darkened basement halls and tunnels, intently listening to the muffled sounds of the female banter and laughter, I’d walk around with a massive erection straining against my jeans.

Sometimes the seductive ambience became a bit too much. I often found myself fondling my hard eight inch, circumcised penis through my jeans and then search out a suitable place to unzip my Levi’s and stroke it.

Releasing an intense climax, while engrossed in the erotic ambience of the dungeon-like environment, enhanced my orgasm and my ejaculate was always of a much greater volume and intensity than normal, sometimes shooting out a three foot stream of semen and covering my entire right hand in the creamy fluid.

Adding to the erotic ambience which so drew me in, was that the entire complex was crawling with sisters — administrators, teachers, kitchen personnel, everybody on campus was female, even the groundskeepers (who were also sisters) — all females from spry 18 year olds, up to sisters in their 90s and confined to wheelchairs.

The only male I ever noticed on campus was the chief administrator, Father Gus, who was a near-sighted and buffoonish priest in his late 60s and who stuttered so badly I could hardly understand him. I imagined that his communions must have been comedic theater. He was also a man of exacting routine: departing precisely at 4:00 pm daily and returning at 10 am the following day.

The absolute dearth of males on campus was the reason, I surmised, many of the sisters and novitiates paid me so much attention. Being well built for my age, I got smiles and “side eyes” from many of the sisters, especially when I made my way down the back stairs, unlocked the heavy metal exterior door, and closing with a slam “bang!” behind me.

I carried the key to escort bursa this door in my pocket which provided access to the Admin exterior basement door. Once inside this door, I had access to the entire network of dark tunnels, basements, storage rooms, hidden servant staircases, and the entirety of the three buildings.

I particularly enjoyed when the sisters appeared to notice my ever-frequent erections. I made a sort of game of subtly teasing some of the more receptive and playful, and mostly mature, sisters.

I’d make a point of wearing either very tight Levi blue jeans (and nearly thread-bare in the crotch), or revealing jogging pants. Either way, I’d forego underwear so as to accentuate my penis length for the sister’s obvious amusement.

While the younger sisters would grin, giggle to one another (while surreptitiously checking out my bulging groin) and quickly scamper away, the older sisters, however, were much more bold and flirtatious.

Several mature sisters frequently engaged me in banter and small talk while “innocently” filling up and locking onto one of my developing biceps, or grope hard at my shoulders.

One particular section of a three foot narrow and poorly lighted hallway on the third floor of the Residence Hall was like walking a gauntlet of horny, middle-aged women brushing past me in the narrow space, or even standing directly and playfully blocking my path, or in the doorways of their sleeping rooms, all the while groping at my shoulders and arms, and occasionally even surreptitiously pinching, squeezing, and rubbing my buttocks whenever I traversed this area. These “group flirtations” particularly would leave me aroused and desperately needing to ejaculate.

One of the more playful and flirtatious nuns was Sister Marie.

Sister Marie was mid-50s, petite, brunette with waist length hair, about 5′ in height, and about 150 lbs. She enjoyed whispering off-color comments about my “tight butt”, how much she’d like to “bite it”, and how my “tight butt” gave her “restless dreams.”

“Your tight butt is going to get me in trouble with Mother Superior,” she playfully whispered to me. Her comments were always made “jokingly” and in whispered tones, often while standing in the doorway of her sleeping room.

“Have you explored the tunnels here yet?”, she once asked me out of the blue. “I bet you would find it really thrilling down there.”

“Yes, I go down there pretty often to grab building materials for Dad. I explore when I get time,” I replied. “Nice. You’re 18, right?”, she asked me once wryly grinning.

“That’s right. Last month was my birthday,” I said.

“Eighteen, yummy. A real man now,” Sister Marie replied while sucking on her thumb and finishing a cup of creamy, vanilla yogurt. “Well, I’m down there often, too…in the basement and tunnels. It’s spooky, don’t you think?” she asked.

“I thought I saw you down there last week. Wasn’t quite sure what you were doing, though. You looked really busy,” she continued wryly, slightly grinning and standing directly in front of me.

Glancing down at my Levi’s covered, thread bare crotch, my hard penis strained against the thin fabric, she whispered, “Maybe we’ll bump into one another in the basement sometime,” flashing me a knowing, familiar grin.

I wasn’t quite sure how to take her remark. Was it an innocent comment, or was it an invitation? Had she seen me masturbating in the basement and just playing coy? It seemed so. After all, I had jacked off multiple times down there and certainly had gotten a bit careless in maintaining privacy regarding my activities.

In fact, I had even removed my jeans entirely on several occasions and masturbated naked from the waist down on one of the multiple couches and other stored furniture pieces.

The erotic ambience, coupled with the repressed female sexual energy of the building and basement and tunnels, was so compelling, I felt almost possessed to release my own sexual energy, sometimes three to four times during the workday. And masturbatory fantasy and masturbation was my only outlet.

Sister Marie’s, as well the other sisters’, flirtations drove me mad with desire and horniness. The thought of Sister Marie having secretly watched me masturbating in the basement was incredibly arousing. I’d soon return to my favorite masturbation spots in the hopes of possibly “inadvertently” “bumping into her” in the basement and tunnel system.

These convent sisters certainly did not fit the humorless, “ascetic nun” stereotype. I thoroughly enjoyed the attention I received from both the younger, but especially the more mature, sisters.

The boldness of the older sisters was captivating to my developing sexuality and I could not stop fantasizing about the sisters even when home or at other places.

Although I enjoyed spending time in the Residence Hall (and creating excuses to visit eskort bursa there), I ended up spending most of my days exploring the basement tunnels and masturbating to the spooky echoing sounds of talking and laughter reverberating throughout basement system.

Excluding Sister Marie’s earlier comments, I explored these areas listening to these sounds and “secret” areas unnoticed, or so I thought.

It was a Saturday, and dad, Charlie, and I were on the job site at 7 am. Dad and Charlie diligently started their work and I took off to explore. I made my way down into the Admin Building staircase and was quietly walking the length of the 300 ft darkened tunnel connecting the Admin Building to the Residence Hall and listening intently to the chatter of the building.

About midway, off to my right, I distinctly heard a female clear her throat–as if in a manner to gain somebody’s attention–from the large storage room to my right. I had been in that room previously retrieving stored wood products and had even masturbated on a leather couch in the room several days earlier.

I knew that the key I carried in my pocket would open that door lock. I also knew that the interior of this storage room was huge, and would be very dimly lighted, if at all. Just the storage room alone was an enormous maze, so many places for somebody intent to secret themselves could go undiscovered.

I, very quietly, turned the metal door knob. It was unlocked! I was so excited, my adrenaline surged and palms became wet. I was certain I had locked it the last time I was in the room. Immediately, my penis sprang to its full eight inches.

Nobody would have had reason to be in there, unless, of course, their motive was suspect, I surmised. I heard, again, a female clear her throat and a quick, muffled shuffling from deep within the storage room, near the opposite side of the room from the door I had entered, about 80 feet.

I reached for the light switch, flipped it, but no light. I took out my Mag flashlight and illuminated the interior of the room. The shadows cast by my flashlight were eerie as hell. “Fuck,” I whispered to myself. I had only my flashlight to illuminate my way.

I felt like an explorer discovering a new territory, on the trail of something pulling me to a new adventure. I was quite certain a woman was hiding and moving about somewhere in this large, darkened space and my 18 year old libido and curiosity drew me farther in. But what could she be up to?

I could swear I saw in the center of the cluttered room either a bit of candle or flashlight illumination moving about. I very quietly made my way in that direction.

“Hello?”, I whispered into the room. Hearing a clearing throat once again seemingly beckon “Come this way,” I made my way in the direction of the throat-clearing.

I became completely disoriented to the direction I was walking. The maze-like arrangement of the space and the darkened room started to play tricks on my sense of direction and course of travel.

But, then I clearly heard the female throat-clearing once again. This time — “Ahem.” The urgency and intentionality in her voice trying to get my attention was apparent.

I asked out loud, “Can I help you, sister?”, was the only thing I could think to say. No response. Quietly making my way through a very narrow passage in the direction of the opposite wall to the door I had entered, I heard another door quietly close on this opposite wall, only about 15 feet behind the female, I presumed, who exited through the door.

I shone my flashlight along the wall and saw a narrow door, much narrower than a standard door size, and receded into a wall of what appeared to be bright, but dusty, decorative cherry wood.

This door and section of wall would have been incredibly easy to miss had it not been for the red cherry wood and the unique inlay and decorative section apparently separating the large storage room from some other room that I had no knowledge of whatsoever.

The bright red cherry wood made this small section of wall “pop.” I stepped back from the wall about two feet. From this depth, I could tell that this red cherry wood section of wall, was not a “section” at all–it was a confessional!

The convent Administration obviously had decided to store a very large and ancient confessional down here and it was dividing the basement into two sections.

I opened the confessional door and shone my flashlight into its interior. The intricate cut wood inlay inside the confessional was extremely defined and supported by thick cherry wood beams.

Directly in front of me was a narrow bench with what I surmised was either a well-worn leather or a high-end vinyl covering the bench. Based on what I could tell, this confessional structure could easily be over one hundred years’ old and built extraordinarily solid.

Just then, I heard a distinctly woman’s voice whisper, “If you want some real adult fun, come back to this spot at 11 tonight. No time right now, though. I’m needed back upstairs. And don’t tell anybody!”, with great emphasis on “anybody.”

Stunned, I stuttered “Sister?” “Tonight, 11 o’clock,” the woman’s voice said matter-of-factly. I shone my flashlight to just above the bench, about waist-level, a female hand appeared through a 5″ round hole in diameter, the speaking hole where confessions are heard. The female hand gestured with great animation, seemingly desperate to get my attention.

Initially, taken aback by the unexpected feminine hand, I quickly reached down to interlock my fingers with the unknown woman’s hand and caressed her along the softness of her forearm. Both her arm and hand were silky smooth to the touch and exceedingly female.

She could be anybody. Was she a sister I’ve already met? I had no idea who she might be. Was she a sister I had been subtly flirting with, or some other sister completely unfamiliar to me? My head was spinning with excitement. “Is this Sister Marie?”, I thought to myself.

“Hold on,” the female whispered while her hand retreated for about 15 seconds. Suddenly, this same hand produced what appeared to be a pair of white cotton panties.

I took the panties into my hand and felt the cottony texture. I could see with my flashlight that they had been freshly worn and were very moist both in the front and in the crotch area.

Instinctively, I held the crotch of the moist panties to my nose and deeply inhaled. The heavy and musky female scent immediately intoxicated my senses.

Apparently, the sister was watching me through the wall hole deeply inhale her panty scent while illuminated by my flashlight.

“Take in all my scent, and suck my juice from the crotch. Taste me,” she said encouraging me to put the wettest part of the panty crotch into my mouth and suck out the slippery wetness.

“Suck the crotch harder. I want you to really drink me in.”

Placing the entire crotch area into my mouth, her wetness mixed with my saliva and I drank it down while she watched through the confessional glory hole. I could hear her voice becoming shaky and a slight moaning on her side of the wall became evident.

Hearing her moaning and a rhythmic, squishing sound, I assumed she was masturbating while watching me suck her panties through the hole.

The thought of an unknown woman masturbating while watching me suck on her panties was incomprehensible, yet so erotic, to my 18 year old mind. I made sure to rub the wet crotch all over my nose and mouth. I wanted to carry her pussy scent on my face the entire day.

My penis was so engorged but held confined in my Levi’s. Not wanting even one second to remove the panty crotch and scent from my nose and mouth, I slid one panty leg over my head so that I was wearing her soaking panties as a sort of face mask with the wet crotch directly covering my nose and mouth, thereby freeing up both hands.

I pulled at my growing bulge while placing my flashlight on the bench and aimed the light directly at my crotch containing my hard penis. I wanted to put on a masturbatory show for her, illuminated only by the flashlight.

I released my full erect eight inches from its imprisonment for her to anonymously view through the hole. Upon its release, I heard her gasp while I began jerking my penis along its full shaft. “So big. So sexy,” I heard her whisper into the wall hole.

Stroking my erect penis just inches from the wall hole for this anonymous sister was unreal. But it was really happening and I went with it. I wanted so badly to ejaculate for her while she watched on her side of the wall.

However, the sister had other plans. She demanded, “No! Don’t jack off. I want those balls full and heavy with cream for later tonight.” The mystery voice continued, “I’m dying to suck on your beautiful dick through this hole.”

She continued, “I bet you’ve never been sucked through a hole by a complete stranger, right?” I stuttered, “No, no, sister, I haven’t, but it sounds incredible.” “Oh, it is and you’ll every second of it. Especially when I deepthroat you and you unload down my throat,” the sister whispered.

“It’s been so long since I swallowed warm semen…,” she whispered with a certain forlorneness while her voice trailed off. “You’re going to love having your big cock sucked through this hole. But you can NEVER know who I am. No sex. Just oral.”

Regaining her authoritative voice tone, “I’m going to stand over you and sit on your face. Then I’m going to teach you how to eat my pussy just the way I like it,” she purred matter-of-factly. “But, in total darkness. Remember, you can’t know who I am.”

“Be here at 11:00 tonight. And DO NOT tell ANYBODY!”

I replied with more urgency, “Who are you, sister? Please, who are you?” I begged.

Annoyed, she stated, “Never again ask me who I am. Remember, forget about having sex with me. Just oral. No sex. Oral only.”

“Tonight 11 pm for some real adult fun. Don’t be late!” gutturally she demanded.

To be continued…

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This is a book-length work, so not every chapter will involve sex. If you’re just looking for a quick wank, this may not be your story.

Thanks for reading!

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There is a unique horror in being covered with the still-warm blood of a person you love. Rather than being inside their body where it belongs, it is slippery on your skin and soaking into your clothes, carrying the heat of the systems that work to keep it moving even as they pump it into the outside world.

Perhaps even worse is feeling that blood congeal as it cools, seeing it crack and flake as it dries.

I didn’t see the man until he shouted. I was exhausted and focusing all of my remaining energy toward keeping my game face on for the camera. From what I could see when I’d sneak glances at him, Rusty was dead on his feet. We’d been at it nonstop all day and would likely being doing the same the next. It was time to call it. Then the man was there yelling “for Geeta!” as he ripped open his coat and raised his hand.

“Cap!” Rusty cried out. Before I could put the pieces together, I was knocked backward and my head hit the floor hard enough my vision went dark for a moment. A loud noise was followed by a wave of heat and Rusty’s grunt, felt more than heard. Even when the screams started, I was confused, still trying to work out what had happened.

My head was ringing, all sounds coming from the people around me strangely muffled, and Rusty was crushing the breath from my lungs. I tried to get him to move but he wasn’t responding, so I put my hand on his ribs to give him a push. My skin was immediately covered in wet heat and adrenaline surged, allowing me to roll him onto his back and get my first look at the gigantic hole in his side. Pressing my hands to the wound, trying to slow the bleeding, I added my panicked cries for help to the general tumult.

“Matt?” The sound of my name barely penetrated the noise in my head. I looked down and my heart pounded even harder when I realized the engineer’s eyes were open, but they weren’t focusing on anything. “Matt?” I read my name on his lips, his voice too quiet for me to hear at all.

“I’m here. I’m here, baby.” It felt like I was talking too loud, yelling to compensate for the loss of my own hearing. Since I couldn’t give two shits about who heard what as Rusty’s blood was soaking my pants, I didn’t bother to try modulating my tone. Ripping off my jacket, I wadded it up and pressed it against his ribs with one hand so I could take his with my other. I held it tight, kissing his fingers again and again as I told him to hang in there, that help was coming.

“Matt,” he breathed. His eyes fluttered closed and my reassurances turned to pleas for him to wake up.

I don’t know how long we sat like that before they pulled him away from me. It felt like days. Then I simply knelt on the floor alone, feeling the heat of him fade. The nanites did their best, but the volume of blood he lost was simply too high; they had made no noticeable difference by the time it began to dry and their short mechanical lives ended.

Someone was talking to me. Once I noticed their voice, I realized they had been calling my name for some time. I shook my head and kept my eyes focused on my hands, on the sticky pool on the floor by my knees, but the voice paid no heed to my rejection.

“Mac, dammit, talk to me. Please!” It was the panic in that last word that pulled me together. Alix was calling to me through our comms and I realized that, with Rusty gone, the cameras weren’t doing their thing. He’d told Callaway he could handle the final uploads when I’d sent her away with the others, but I couldn’t remember how often he was doing them. How much of the last hour did Alix see? Whatever had been recorded of the attack couldn’t have made it off the station, though, so she had no way to know what was happening.

“I’m here,” I rasped out, mouth dry.

“Oh, thank fuck.” She was actually sobbing in relief. That confused me. Didn’t she realize?

“Rusty – ” That was all I could get out before the lump in my throat choked me and I had to coax it back down just to breathe.

“What about him? What happened, Mac? Station chatter is off the wall. Something about an explosion?”

“He – I – ” Dr. Paris was nearly running across the floor toward me, her smug self-assurance shattered. Half of her hair was loose from its careful updo and lank blonde locks flopped next to her face as she hurried over. “Hang on, Leelee.”

“Mr. Carolinas,” the doctor panted, coming to a stop just short of where Rusty’s blood stained the floor. “We’ve managed to stabilize him, but there’s nothing else we can do down here. One of my colleagues authorized a transfer to the upper decks. Beacon Trauma Center, Deck 9, Ward E.” She turned and began to rush away immediately after delivering this cryptic message.

“Who?” I called after her. She didn’t pause. “Dr Paris! Who was transferred?” She turned and gave me a look that said she had questions about akçay escort my mental state.

“Him.” She waved at the blood by my knees. “Your cameraman.”

Color rushed back into the world and suddenly everything was too bright. I was on my feet and marching toward the crowd that had gathered around the edges of the room before I knew what I was after. There, attempting to slip into a side corridor – a girl who was clearly trying very hard to blend in. Too hard. Her hair was a ratty mess, her face filthy, her clothes ripped and covered in dirt, but not worn. A tourist.

The crowd parted quickly before me as I followed her – I didn’t wonder about this at the time but, upon later reflection, realized I must have presented a rather fearsome sight – and I managed to catch her arm before she could escape into a lift. The girl let out a breathy scream when she saw me. I ignored her reaction, whipping my head toward the sudden presence at my elbow, in no mood for some misguided bystander’s interference. Rusty would have laughed at me, reminded me I was in the Bottoms. I imagined even my engineer would have been surprised to see his taller “stray” standing next to me, however, camera hovering just over his shoulder. An idea started to surface and I ran with it before it was even fully revealed.

“Come on, then,” I barked at the kid as I tugged the girl around the first corner. With a jerk of my arm, I twisted her around and shoved her back against the wall. “You are going to take me – take us – to the upper decks. Ward E.”

“What makes you think I know anything about that, then?” she asked in a bad imitation of the sing-song accent developed by those who grew up in the Bottoms. The boy made a derisive noise, but I cut in before he could respond.

“Don’t play with me, girl. Now is not the time. Take me where I want to go or I’ll make sure my friend here has the opportunity to show you what it’s like to be what you’re only pretending at.” Rusty’s protégé didn’t disappoint, giving the girl a toothy smile that held no warmth. The girl squeaked and moved to put my body between her and the other kid, deciding she would, indeed, cooperate.

“Mac,” Alix yelled in my ear, “if you don’t tell me what’s going on right now – “

“We’re going to the upper decks. Have Bailey bring the Marzi in and park her as close to the Beacon Trauma Center as he can get. Deck 9, Ward E.”

“Trauma center? What? And who’s ‘we’?”

“Rusty’s been hurt. They transferred him up there. ‘We’ is – well, it’s complicated. I’ll tell you more after I know what’s going on with the hospital.” To her credit, my XO swallowed the rest of her questions and listened attentively as I instructed her to evacuate Callaway and the others as soon as possible and arrange for whatever was left of our gear on Deck 184 to be retrieved.

Moving helped. Focusing on manageable problems helped. While I’d been talking to Alix, the girl had taken us to a lift that provided access to the lowest levels of the middle decks. It wasn’t until we were facing a checkpoint that I realized a flaw in my barely there, terrible excuse for a plan. Having dropped her awful impersonation in the face of an actual resident of the Bottoms, our hostage-turned-guide displayed the haughty manner of an upper-decks brat. That and her identification chip might have been enough to get us past the guards – her costume notwithstanding – had I not been covered in blood.

“Wait. Here,” a man wearing the uniform of the Enforcers growled, turning his back on us even as the girl began another round of complaints. I touched her shoulder and she startled, jerking away before turning to face me. I shook my head and her mouth snapped shut, though her eyes continued to blaze with anger. I wasn’t sure if it was directed at me or the guard. Probably a healthy mixture of both.

“What’s your name?” I asked the boy as we waited. He looked like he was about three seconds from bolting and I needed to get him to focus on me. Plus it was awkward, thinking of him as “the kid” now that I knew the girl’s name was Lissa Baraki from the many times she shouted it at the guard.

“You will regret this,” she was saying yet again. “My father – “

“Adrenaline.” It took me a second to realize the boy was answering my question. Lissa gaped at him, his quiet voice having silenced her, something the guard’s grunting and looming had failed to achieve.

“Nice to meet you, Adrenaline. I’m Matthison Carolinas.”

“Man, I know who you are,” Adrenaline responded scornfully. He and Lissa shared a look, finding common ground in the struggle that was dealing with adults. Nice to know teenagers were the same all over the system. Rolling my eyes, I left them to their angst and turned my attention to the guard, catching the tail end of his conversation with someone over comms.

“Right. I see. Yes, sir. I will. Thank you, sir.” The tension in his body belied his obsequious tone. Turning back to us, he wiped the constipated akdeniz escort look off his face once he caught me watching, replacing it with an expression that suggested he was in pain. “My apologies, Mr. Carolinas. Sir.” His voice had become even more saccharine, the corners of his mouth drawing back in what I assumed was supposed to be a smile. “My colleague will be here shortly to escort you and your companions,” here a small tell as he glanced at the teenagers, his nose wrinkling, “to the upper decks.”

“Thank you,” I responded blandly, giving him the smallest in my collection of society smiles. Taking it as intended, he blinked, sniffed, and turned his back on us once more, stalking toward the lift. As it was less than a meter away, his dramatics greatly exceeded the distance traveled. Imagining Rusty’s reaction to the man’s behavior had me biting the inside of my cheek to keep from chuckling. The reality of my situation hit me again and then I was blinking to keep from crying. The arrival of a well-dressed individual was a welcome distraction from the tangled mess of my emotions.

“I’ll take it from here, Smith,” the newcomer said, barely glancing at the surly guard. “Mr. Carolinas,” they continued, smoothly placing their body in my line of sight and pulling my eyes from the man sulking by the lift. “Crispin Phillips at your service.” Eyes the color of amber met mine and very straight, very white teeth were bared in a smile that seemed genuine even to my jaded sensibilities. Short, black hair curled tightly against their scalp and the suit they wore was a lovely shade of butterscotch that perfectly complemented their dark skin. Tailored to flatter their lithe figure, it also probably cost more than what I paid to feed my crew for a quarter. Refusing to feel flattered by meriting the attention of such a highly placed PR rep, I shook the offered hand. Their fingers were long, palm smooth, and their grip was firm.

“Facilitator Phillips,” I replied, automatically calibrating my expression, tone, and posture. Cycles of society life meant I could play politics in my sleep.

“My apologies for Officer Smith. When our representative arrived to escort you to the ninth deck, they were informed you had already departed Deck 184. Unfortunately, Smith here misinterpreted the urgency of our call to discover your location.” The grimace Phillips gave me displayed the exact degree of regret to communicate that they were unhappy about inconveniencing me without admitting any responsibility for causing said inconvenience. They were good. I revised my estimation of their position up a few notches.

“I see.” The coolness in my tone implied the opposite.

“Well I don’t!” I winced inwardly. As a child of the upper decks, Lissa would never have been required to learn the skills people like Crispin Phillips and I had developed in order to interact with higher society. “My father will be hearing about this.”

“Of course, Miss Baraki.” Phillips inclined their head the smallest degree toward the teenager. “Should you wish, I can arrange your transportation home immediately.” Lissa’s eyes widened and she took a half step back, unconsciously aligning herself with Adrenaline.

“That won’t be necessary,” the girl responded too quickly. I fought to keep the smile from my face. When their eyes met mine again, I imagined I could see the same urge in Phillips. While there was no doubt Mr. Baraki would be incensed by a Ring Enforcer daring to question his daughter, it was equally likely he would turn his ire on her if it were revealed she had been touristing in the Bottoms.

“If you will follow me,” Phillips prompted, angling their body away from the lift. The flash of humor was gone – if it had been there at all – and they were once again the impeccable professional. Ushering the kids ahead of me, I brought up the rear as Phillips led us deeper into the middle decks. An urgent need to be at Rusty’s side swept over me and I swallowed the desire to snap at them to hurry, knowing it would do no good. I had a strong sense that the ease or difficulty of the rest of my time on the station depended greatly on the individual striding gracefully down the corridor in front of us. Pissing them off would not do me or Rusty any favors.

I’ll admit it, I may have gaped a bit at what greeted us as we stepped off the lift on Deck 9. Such was the difference between the ninth deck and 184 that a person would be hard pressed to believe they existed on the same station. The lights were bright and warm, mimicking the feel of Earth’s sun. The air was fresh and there was even a slight breeze. Facilitator Phillips led us through a short corridor which opened onto a spacious plaza that contained a small park with grass and trees – actual fucking trees – growing in the center.

The height of this single deck would have been split into at least five separate floors in the Bottoms. My job had taken me to stations like this for cycles and never had I really let akhisar escort myself focus on how much more of everything was available to the decks I frequented versus the docks my crew was generally restricted to. Now that Rusty had opened my eyes, I couldn’t not see the vast inequality. It reinforced my dedication to making this project of ours a success. I needed him to pull through, to be by my side as we busted our asses to make the system better.

After sending the kids off, Phillips hailed a shuttle to take us to the hospital. I slumped in my seat, the surge of energy that had sustained me during my journey through the station abruptly draining away once I was no longer moving under my own power. Phillips gave me a sympathetic look from where they sat across the aisle. I was too tired to care if it was genuine or not.

“He means a lot to you,” they said softly, voice full of concern. It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah,” I answered anyway. “He really does.”

“He’ll be okay.” I nodded, acknowledging the statement without saying the obvious: neither of us could know that was true. “He will,” Phillips insisted. The urgency in their voice made me look up. They sat forward, elbows on their knees, reaching out a hand to touch my wrist. “Beacon is the best trauma center in the system. He is in good hands.” I shrugged, uncomfortable with the intensity of their regard. Too exhausted to keep up the shield of professional distance, I felt exposed under their gaze. Whether they were put off by my attitude or inferred the reason behind it, Phillips pulled away and turned to face the window.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, knowing I needed to make an effort. Sighing inwardly, I forced myself to sit up and look at them.

“Look, I get it.” For the first time, I felt like I was hearing from the real Crispin Phillips. Of course, it could be yet another in an endless series of masks. Fucking politics. “You don’t know me. And I work for the station you put under a spotlight.” Leaning toward me, they lowered their voice. “For what it’s worth, I think you did the right thing. Off the record, of course.” They sat back, smirking, and I felt the corner of my mouth curl up in response. Phillips was good looking and charming and, in another life, I could see myself spending some pleasurable hours in their bed. In this one, however, the man I loved was currently in surgery and all I cared about was getting to him. Sure, Phillips was helping me do that, but at what cost?

The shadow of a laugh escaped me as I realized the parallels between my situation and the conversation I had with Adrenaline before sending him off with Lissa.

“What you wanting from me, then?” the boy had asked, his voice laden with distrust. Were he there, Rusty would not have hesitated to point out what an asshole I was, expecting the bribe of food for the kid and his friends to make Adrenaline happy to spend a few hours with the girl, touring the upper decks. In my defense, I wasn’t aiming for happy. A lack of complaining would have been perfectly acceptable.

“Same thing Rusty wanted,” I responded evenly, concealing the dismay I felt that Adrenaline expected me to extract a cost. Sure, it was the way of things everywhere in the system, but kids shouldn’t have to think like that. However, If I’d learned nothing else from my prickly engineer, I knew this kid was basically held together by pride and didn’t want my pity. “Do your whole deal.” I waved my hand at his camera, only then taking notice of how the creases of my knuckles were lined with blood. My stomach dipped and I dropped my hand, swallowing quickly and reminding myself that I could not afford to break down. Not yet.

Phillips pulled the pair of teens away a few steps and spoke with them quietly. I kept my eye on the group, taking the provided moment to tug the cracked pieces of myself into better alignment. Phillips tapped their wrist against Lissa’s to transfer something to the girl’s chip; I hoped it was contact information but feared the facilitator was providing funds for the assignment I’d given the pair. Making a mental note to find out and pay them back if so – I absolutely refused to be in debt to Crispin Phillips or the Ring station itself – I walked over and inserted myself into their conversation.

“Mr. Carolinas?” Phillips said, their tone indicating this wasn’t the first time they had tried to get my attention.

“Hmm?” I looked up, pulled from my musing.

“We’re here.”

The sign over Beacon’s main entrance shone through the windows of the shuttle. My knees gave out the first time I tried to stand, tumbling me back into my seat. Phillips offered a hand and hauled me up, bracing me with their other hand on my shoulder until I was steady on my feet. Steadier, anyway. They stayed by my elbow as I made my way into the hospital, and subtly steered me toward the bank of information consoles. Grinding my teeth to avoid snapping at them, I focused on putting one foot in front of the other and not flying apart. No matter what else happens in my life, I will forever consider it an impressive feat of self-control that I did not put my fist through the console screen when it claimed no knowledge of a “Rust, Carter” and insisted the trauma center did not accept transfers from the lower decks of the station.

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Zwei Stopps auf dem Weg nach Norden musste Udo einlegen. Das erste mal, als Vera dringend pinkeln musste. Bis zur nächsten Raststätte schaffte sie es aber nicht. Da Vera nichts unter ihrem Kleid trug, hockte sie sich einfach neben die Wagentür, raffte ihr Kleid hoch und ließ es laufen. Kaum, dass ihr Pissstrahl auf den Asphalt plätscherte, kam ein hoher LKW auf den Parkplatz gerollt, der Fahrer hatte von oben einen guten Blick auf Vera, er hubte und klatschte Beifall. Deutlich konnte er sehen, dass die reife schlanke Dame keinen Slip hochzog als sie fertig war. Aber bevor er eine unflätige Bemerkung aus seinem Fenster hinunter zu Vera machen konnte, saß die schon wieder im Auto neben Udo, der durchstartete.

Lachend winkte Vera aus dem Seitenfenster dem verdutzt dreinschauenden Trucker zu. „Das macht dir wohl Spaß du kleines Luder” lachte Udo. Dabei griff er Vera unters Kleid. An seinen Fingern spürte er die Nässe in ihrem Schritt und er war sich sicher, dass das nicht nur die letzten Pisstropfen waren, die die Spalte seiner Frau so saftig schmatzen ließen, als er ihr einen Finger hindurchzog.

Eine Stunde später hatten sie beide Hunger. Die Raststätte war gut besucht und Udo und Vera mussten sich im Außenbereich auf einer Bank unter einer Ballustrade ein schattiges Plätzchen suchen. Schräg über ihnen auf der Ballustrade saßen ebenfalls Gäste und Udo beobachtete, wie ein Herr so um die 70, immer wieder auf Vera herabschaute. Sicher gaffte er von oben direkt auf Veras Titten, die er aus seiner Position sicher in voller Pracht sehen konnte.

Udo raunte ihr zu, sie solle noch einen Knopf aufmachen. Vera verstand sofort was er meinte, denn auch sie hatte den alten Lüstling schon bemerkt und spielte nun an dem fünften Knopf von oben herum, jetzt da er offen war, konnte Udo, der seiner Frau gegenüber saß schon die halben Äpfel sehen.

Er beneidete den alten Herren, der sicher auch Veras Nippel sehen konnte, die jetzt einige Zentimeter lang waren, wie immer, wenn sie erregt war und es erregte sie, angeschaut zu werden. So sehr, dass sie nachdem sie ihren Pastateller abgegessen hatte, ihr Kleid hochraffte, sich auf der Bierbankgarnitur mit einem Bein rechts und einem Bein links hinsetzte und dem Spanner von der Ballustrade ihren nackten Unterleib bis hinauf zum Nabel zeigte.

Auch andere hätten es sehen können, aber nur der alte Bock schenkte ihr seine ganze Aufmerksamkeit und als er sah, was er nicht glauben konnte, verschüttete er vor lauter geiler Erregung seinen Apfelsaft auf seiner Hose und auf dem Rock seiner Frau, die ihn schimpfend zum Zahlen und zur Abfahrt trieb.

Zurück im Auto, lachten Udo und Vera sich halbtot. Auf dem letzten Stück bis Emden begann Vera ihre Hand in Udos Hosenbein zu schieben, weil sie die dicke Beule in seinen Shorts gesehen hatte, die seit dem Vorfall im Restaurant sich deutlich abzeichnete.

„Nein, das ist zu gefährlich und außerdem will ich meinen Saft für nachher auf der Terrasse des Ferienhauses aufsparen” erklärte ihr Udo mit erregter Stimme, als er Veras Hand aus seinem Hosenbein zurückschob, bevor sie ihm an die Eier fassen konnte. „Nagut, wenn du es so lange aushälst” schmollte Vera einwenig.

Dann endlich hatten sie Emden erreicht und Dank des Navis auch ohne Probleme das Haus ihrer Ferienhausvermieter. „Schick, schick” staunte Udo als sie beide vor der Haustür des recht neuen modernen Bungalows standen. Der mit seinen schlichten Formen, und den weißen und grauen Farbmustern des Mauerwerks einen schönen Kontrast zu der üppigen Blumenvielfalt des Vorgartens bot.

Auf ihr Klingeln hin öffnete ihnen ein sportlicher schlanker Mann, so um die Mitte 40, braungebrannt, barfuß und nur mit einer Shorts bekleidet. Die vollen, leicht graumelierten Haare auf seinem Kopf waren die einzigen Haare, die diesen blanken schlanken Mann schmückten.

„Hallo, sie müssen das Ehepaar sein, das unser Haus auf Borkum mieten möchte. Kommen Sie doch bitte herein. Entschuldigen sie meinen Aufzug, aber wir genießen im Garten die Sonne nackt und ich habe mir nur schnell die Hose übergestreift. Da sie ja unser Haus am FKK Strand mieten möchten, ist Ihnen das sicher nicht fremd” erklärte der Gastgeber.

„Aber nein, wir schließen uns Ihnen gerne an, wenn sie das erlauben” entgegnete Vera, die den aus ihrer Sicht jungen Mann unverhohlen von oben bis unten musterte. „Na wunderbar, folgen Sie mir bitte” bat der Vermieter seine Gäste ins Wohnzimmer, wo er sofort seine Hose abstreifte und sich Vera und Udo in seinem Adamskostüm präsentierte.

Sein brauner langer und auch recht dicker Schwanz war ein Hingucker, die Eichel war gepierct und zwischen den beiden schaukelnden Hoden glitzerte ein Diamant.

„Willst du unsere Gäste nicht in den Garten bitten, sie können ihre Kleider doch ebenfalls ablegen” mit diesem Angebot, das Ihnen auch der junge Mann schon gemacht hatte, betrat eine reife runde Dame, braungebrannt, ebenfalls ohne ein Haar auf dem Körper das Wohnzimmer. Sie war etwa so groß wie Vera, hatte ausladende Casibom güvenilir mi? Hüften, einen runden Bauch über dem zwei mächtige runde dicke Brüste mit großen braunen Warzen hingen. Ihre rabenschwarzen Haare hatte sie zu einem dicken Zopf geflochten, der ihr über die linke Schulter bis hinab zu ihren dicken Zitzen hing. Ihre Beine waren kräftig aber makellos braun und in ihren hohen Holzsandaletten wirkten sie fast schon schlank.

Die Dame kam auf Udo zu, reichte ihm die Hand zur Begrüßung und stellte sich als Gerda, die Mutter von David, dem Gastgeber vor. Udo, der seinen Blick kaum von den herrlichen Rundungen der braungebrannten Dame lassen konnte, stotterte seinen Namen. Vera neben ihm hatte schon abgelegt und wurde von Gerda ebenfalls per Handschlag begrüßt. Dann wandte sich Gerda wieder an Udo.

„Runter mit den Klamotten, wegen deinem steifen Pimmel, der deine Shorts ausbeult brauchst du dich nicht zu schämen. So etwas sind wir hier gewohnt” erklärte sie ihm und zeigte dabei zum Garten, wo ein älterer großer schlanker Mann mit deutlich ausgefahrenem Rohr am Pool stand und sich mit einem jungen nackten Mann, der sich auf einer Luftmatraze im Pool räkelte zu unterhalten schien.

Wie paralysiert von der Mutter des Gastgebers streifte Udo seine Shorts herunter, zog das Poloshirt aus und folgte Gerda und Vera zur Terrasse. Dort stellte David die Feriengäste seiner Familie vor.

Der große schlanke Mann, war Konrad, Gerdas Mann und Davids Vater. Konrad musterte die nackte Vera mit anerkennenden Blick und sein steifer Pimmel pendelte freudig auf und ab.

Als dann Udo mit seiner steifen Kanone auf Konrad zukam, um sich ihm vorzustellen, bekam er ein anerkennendes Schnalzen von dem jungen Mann auf der Poolmatratze.

„Sieht zum anbeißen lecker aus, wie ihr da mit steifen Ruten gegenübersteht” rief er Konrad und Udo zu. Udo sah, dass auch der junge Mann einen langen steifen Schwanz hatte, den er sich genüsslich wichste beim Betrachten der beiden reiferen Männer mit ihren steifen Schwänzen.

„Entschuldigt, das ist Frank mein versauter Mann” stellte David seinen Lebenspartner vor. „Komm raus und verwöhne mich mit deinem langen Pimmel, sonst bediene ich mich bei Vati und Udo” rief David seinem Partner zu. Dabei hatte er sich zwischen Konrad und Udo gestellte und ihnen dabei an die steifen Schwänze gefasst.

Konrad lachte verschmitzt und reckte seinem Sohn den Unterlaib entgegen. Udo dagegen war geschockt, denn das war das erste mal, dass ihn ein anderer Mann an den Schwanz fasste. Er fasste an Davids Handgelenk und zog dessen Hand zurück. „Ich denke, sie sollten uns die Schlüssel übergeben, dann bekommen wir noch die Mittagsfähre” äußerte er etwas forsch und drängend seine Bitte an David.

Vera war etwas enttäuscht, denn sie wäre gerne noch ein wenig mit dieser verrückten nackten Familie zusammengeblieben, insbesondere auch, weil ihr Konrad mit seinem knorrig steifen Rohr sehr gut gefiel.

Ihre Vermieter akzeptierten aber selbstverständlich den Wunsch von Udo und händigten den Schlüssel und den Mietvertrag aus. Die nackte Gerda, die Udo und Vera zur Tür begleitete, als diese ihre wenigen Kleidungstücke wieder angelegt hatten, stellte ihnen in Aussicht, dass sie und Konrad vielleicht mal vorbeischauen würden im Ferienhaus.

Vera freute sich darüber und auch Udo gefiel die Vorstellung, dass er vielleicht in den Genuss kam, die hübschen Rundungen von Gerda ohne ihren schwulen Sohn nebst Anhang genießen zu können.

Im Auto auf der Fahrt zum Fährhafen von Norddeich meinte Vera lachend zu Udo, dass er sich hätte nicht so anstellen zu brauchen. Sie hätte gerne mal zwei Männer beim Sex gesehen. Udo schüttelte nur verständnislos den Kopf und war froh, schnell einen Parkplatz gefunden zu haben. Den kleinen Koffer unter dem Arm ging es zur Fähre, die bereits angelegt hatte und auf der schon einige Passagiere zu sehen waren.

Vera verschwand zur Toilette und Udo suchte sich einen Platz auf dem Sonnendeck. Hier oben an der frischen Luft waren nur wenige Passagiere weil es im Fährhafen viel zu heiß war und es keinen Schutz vor der Sonne gab. Außer Udo waren nur ein sehr altes Ehepaar auf dem Deck, sie saßen auf der Bank hinter Udo, Rücken an Rücken zu ihm und ein Paar etwa in seinem und Veras Alter.

Die Frau hatte schöne runde Formen. Sie trug ein kurzes luftiges Sommerkleid. Der Mann neben ihr war einen Kopf größer als die Frau. Beide standen mit dem Rücken zu Udo an der Reling und schauten zum offenen Meer hinaus. Der Mann warf einen kurzen Blick über seine Schulter, dann kam sein linker Arm nach hinten, er legte der Frau seine Hand auf den Hintern, schaute wieder über seine Schulter, dann schob er das Kleid der Frau so hoch, dass Udo deren hellen runden nackten Hintern sehen konnte.

Der Mann flüsterte der Frau etwas ins Ohr, worauf diese einen halben Schritt zurücktrat und sich weit herabbeugte. Udo sah ihre dicken Schamlippen, dann erhob Casibom ödeme yapar mı? sie sich, strich das Kleid herab, hakte ihren Mann ein und beide verabschiedeten sich mit einem frechen Grinsen vom Sonnendeck.

Als sie an Udo vorbei kamen sagte er so laut, dass Udo es hören konnte. „Petra, das ist es warum ich dich so liebe”. Im nächsten Moment setzte sich Vera neben ihren immer noch stumm und erregten Mann, was deutlich an Udos Beule in der Shorts zu erkennen war.

„Na was macht dich denn schon wieder so geil?” fragte Vera und griff ihn ungeniert an den harten Schwanz.

Udo fragte, ob ihr ein Paar begegnet sei. Vera bestätigte ihm, dass ihr ein molliges Vollweib mit einem attraktiven Mann am Aufgang zum Sonnendeck entgegengekommen sei.

Als Udo ihr erklärte, dass die Frau die gleiche Unterwäsche wie Vera trug und ihm dies beide auch absichtlich gezeigt hätten, erwiderte Vera, dass sie doch gar nichts drunter habe. „Ja, das war bei ihr genauso und ihre fleischige Spalte sah zum anbeißen lecker aus” bestätigte Udo, was er gesehen hatte.

Vera grinste und meinte dazu nur, dass sie sich ja gerne revanchieren könne, wenn sie dem Paar noch einmal begegnen sollten.

Von der Fähre bis zum Ferienhaus war es nur ein kurzer Weg mit dem Inseltaxi, einer kleinen Pferdekutsche, die sie sich per Telefon schon vom Schiff aus vorbestellt hatten. Schnell hatten Vera und Udo das kleine, geschmackvoll eingerichtete Ferienhaus inspiziert. Das große Bett lud ein, es sich zu zweit bequem zu machen.

„Nach der langen Fahrt habe ich jetzt Lust auf Wind, Sonne und Wellen” forderte Vera Udo auf sie nicht aufs Bett zu ziehen, sondern ihr an den Strand zu folgen.

Zwischen Sanddornbüschen ging es auf einem schmalen sandigen Pfad entlang der hinteren Gärten einiger größerer Ferienhäuser zwischen den Dünen hindurch zum Strand.

Da es noch nicht sehr warm warm und etwas windig, waren nur wenige Menschen am Strand zu sehen. Den meisten schien es wohl noch zu kalt für FKK. Einige Paare gingen bekleidet mit nackten Füßen an der Wasserlinie entlang. Nur eine Gruppe junger Männer sprang nackt und jolend in die Wellen. Zwei junge Frauen, die zu dieser Gruppe gehörten, schauten ihnen nackt auf ihren Badetüchern liegend lachend zu.

Vera und Udo beschlossen zunächst ihre Kleidung auch noch nicht abzulegen, denn auch ihnen war es noch etwas frisch. Die nackten jungen Körper zogen sie aber magisch an. Ohne sich abzusprechen schlugen sie nebeneinander durch den tiefen Sand stapfend den Weg zu der Gruppe der nackten jungen Menschen ein.

Udo bemerkte, wie neugierig Vera zu den jungen nackten Burschen schaute und wie sie ihren Blick auf deren nackten Unterleibe richtete. Wegen dem kalten Wasser hatten sich die jungen Schwänze aber bis auf kleine Stummel in das Dickicht ihrer Schamhaare zurückgezogen.

Vera flüsterte ihm zu: „Schau nur ihr Eier sind alle blank rasiert, wie dick und prall die wirken, wenn ihre Pimmel sich im Unterholz der Schamhaare verkriechen.” Udo schluckte etwas verlegen, wegen der ungenierten Äußerung aber so kannte er seine Frau, immer sehr direkt in allen sexuellen Angelegenheiten und immer darauf aus, sich am Anblick anderer zu erregen. Was ihre deutlich erigierten Nippel unter dem dünnen Stoff des Sommerkleides ihm bestätigten.

Vera wusste, dass ihn solche Äußerungen erregten. Komm schau dir die jungen Schlitze doch mal genauer an, dann können alle gleich sehen, was du in deiner Shorts zu bieten hast. Sieht ja jetzt schon aus wie ein Zirkuszelt” ergänzte sie ihr erotisches Spiel und drehte seinen Kopf zu den beiden jungen Frauen, die sich schon kichernd über das spannende reife Paar lustig machten und sich den beiden ungeniert mit leicht gespreizten Beinen präsentierten.

Udo konnte den Blick nicht abwenden von den blanken Schamlippen, die sich leicht öffneten und den strammen Brüsten mit den großen rosa Warzenhöfen und den dunklen langen Zitzen der anderen jungen Frau.

Vera zwinkerte den beiden jungen Frauen verschwörerisch zu, fasste Udo ans Zirkuszelt und zog ihn hinter sich her zum Rand der Dünen.

„Hier ist es windgeschützt und die Sonne kommt raus, weg mit den Klamotten” rief Vera ihrem Mann zu, als sie sich das einzige Kleidungsstück, das Sommerkleid, abstreifte. Schon saß sie splitternackt im Sand und zog ihm die Shorts herunter. Sein steifer Pimmel schwang nach oben und klatschte ihm an den Bauch, so erregt hatte ihn das Verhalten seiner Frau und der Anblick der jungen nackten Frauen.

Udo streifte das Poloshirt ab und nun saßen sie beide nackt und erregt windgeschützt in Borkums Sand.

„Ich bin so geil, lass uns zum Ferienhaus gehen ich will dich ficken” gestand Udo seiner Frau, als er sich über sie beugte und sie auf den Mund küsste. „Nichts da du geiler Bock, das muss warten. Hier bekommen wir noch die letzten Sonnenstrahlen ab” erklärte ihm Vera, warum sie noch bleiben würden.

„Da hinten kommen Leute, soll ich denen denn meinen steifen Pimmel zeigen?” stellte Udo eine Frage, von der er wusste, dass sie so an seine Frau gerichtet nur eine rhetorische Äußerung war, der Vera sofort zustimmen würde. Denn so sehr es ihren Mann erregte, wenn sie am FKK Strand schaute und zeigte, so sehr erregte es Vera, wenn Udo seinen Riemen und sein Gemächt zur Schau stellte, besonders dann, wenn der Schwanz dabei so steif war, dass sich die Eichel aus der Vorhaut schälte, was nun der Fall war.

„Oh das ist ja das Pärchen von der Fähre” stellte Udo fest. Vera richtete sich auf und schaute hinüber zu dem molligen Paar, das seine Kleidung aber noch trug. „Du hast Recht, das sind die beiden. Sie heißen Petra und Dieter, das habe ich auf der Fähre mitbekommen” ergänzte Vera.

„Brauchst deinen Schwanz nicht mehr zu verstecken. So wie die Petra hier rüber schaut, hat sie ihn schon erspäht” grinste Vera Udo frech an und griff ihm dabei an die Eier.

In diesem Moment waren Petra und Dieter nur noch wenige Schritte entfernt. Udo hatte nur noch Augen für die großen dicken Titten, die ohne Halterung unter Petras Sommerkleid schwangen. Vera spreizte ihre Beine und grüßte mit einem freundlichen Hallo herüber. Dass Dieter ihr dabei zwischen die Beine schaute und sich dabei ungeniert in den Schritt fasste, bemerkte sie mit Wohlwollen.

„Wir haben Euch schon auf der Fähre bewundert, wie verliebt ihr geturtelt habt” lachte Vera und stellte sich und Udo mit Vornamen vor.

„Wir sind Petra und Dieter” entgegnete Petra, die sich herabbeugte, um Vera und Udo die Hand zu reichen. Sie beugte sich dabei soweit vor, dass Udo ihr in den Ausschnitt schauen konnte, wo die großen nackten Melonen schwangen, auf denen er jetzt schöne große Warzenhöfe mit dicken runden Zitzen sehen konnte.

Dieter gefiel nicht nur die nackte schlanke Vera sondern auch wie seine Frau den strammen Riemen von Udo begaffte, der sich in Petras Ausschnitt verloren hatte. „So ein geiles Paar” dachte er, schade, dass die nicht auch noch bei uns im Haus wohnen”.

Auf die Frage von Vera, ob sie nicht auch ablegen wollten, um sich zu ihnen zu setzen, bekamen sie leider einen Korb von Dieter und Petra. „Wir sind schon für heute eingeladen. Ein anderes mal aber gerne” rief ihnen Dieter zu, der Petra hinter sich her zog.

Als er sah wie lüstern Udo seiner Frau nachstarrte, legte er Petra eine Hand auf den Po und schob ihr das Kleid nach oben, so dass Udo den großen runden hellen Hintern von Petra sehen konnte.

Vera bemerkte wie sich der Sack ihres Mannes beim Anblick dieses Vollmondes aus Fleisch zusammenzog und die Eichel zu wippen begann. „Na, macht dich wohl an das Vollweib?” stellte sie ihren Mann zur Rede.

„Oh ja, weißt doch, dass ich die Abwechslung sehr mag und an stelle deines wunderschönen reifen schlanken Körpers, gerne mal was junges und oder dralles bewundere” bestätigte Udo seine wachsende Erregung.

„Na, ich glaube bis nach Hause schaffst du das nicht mehr” grinste Vera und begann dabei Udos Pimmel schnell und fest zu wichsen. Udo stützte sich mit beiden Händen nach hinten im weichen Sand ab, streckte beide Beine weit von sich und schaute der wichsenden Hand seiner Frau an seiner steifen Rute zu.

Es dauerte nicht lange und Udo spritzte mit einem geilen Grunzen seinen Samen in den Sand von Borkum.

Nachdem Udo abgespritzt hatte, wünschte sich Vera einen Fingerfick von Udo, da es aber windig wurde am Strand, streiften beide ihre wenige Kleidung über und gingen zurück zu ihrem Ferienhaus.

Bis ins Schlafzimmer kamen sie nicht. Sobald die Tür hinter ihnen ins Schloss gefallen war, entkleideten sich beide und legten sich auf die Couch im Wohn-Esszimmer.

Vera spreizte ihre Schenkel, zog die nackten Schamlippen auseinander und bat Udo sie mit seinen Fingern zu befriedigen. Udo leckte zunächst aber die nasse warme Spalte seiner Frau, dann schob er ihr zwei, dann drei Finger in die offen dargebotene Spalte.

Mit dem Daumen malträtierte er Veras Kitzler so geschickt, dass sie schon nach kurzer Zeit zum Orgasmus kam. „Na, da ist aber jemand erregt gewesen” kommentierte Udo. „Was hat dich denn so scharf gemacht mein Schatz?” wollte er von Vera wissen.

„Die Aussicht, dass wir morgen mit Dieter und Petra nackt am Strand liegen und sich daraus eventuell mehr ergeben kann” gestand Vera ihrem Mann. „Soll das heißen, du wärst bereit zum Sex mit einem anderen Paar?” wollte Udo nun wissen, der es kaum glauben konnte, dass einer seiner sehnlichsten Wünsche nun endlich in Erfüllung gehen könnte.

„Ja, so wie der Dieter mich angeschaut hat und so wie du dich an den dicken Titten von Petra aufgegeilt hast, das hat mich so sehr erregt, dass ich denke mit diesem netten Paar schaffe ich es endlich über meinen Schatten zu springen und mit dir gemeinsam mit einem andern Paar Sex zu haben” gestand Vera, welchen Eindruck die neuen Bekannten bei ihr hinterlassen hatten.

Udos Pimmel wurde steif bei den Aussichten, die seine Frau ihm schilderte und bevor sie beide unter der Dusche verschwanden, drückte er seiner Frau seinen steifen Pimmel in die noch warme feuchte Spalte.

Vera genoss den heftigen Quickie. Nach Dusche, erholsamer Nacht und einem späten Frühstück am nächsten Morgen machten sich Vera und Udo auf den Weg zu ihrem Liegeplatz von gestern.

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Author’s note: The following series is a blend of sci-fi action, comedy, and erotica. It explores themes of light BDSM, Femdom, and Humiliation. All characters are 18+. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Market Mayhem and Muscles:

Violet Rosewood stepped through the crowd on the desert planet of Aldebaren 3, her eyes scanning the bustling marketplace. She adjusted her sunglasses and tugged at the hem of her yellow suit jacket, trying to stay calm. Her target was here somewhere, she could feel it.

She’d been tracking this particular bounty for weeks now, following their trail through three separate systems. They were good–slick even–but Violet was better. And soon enough she’d have them cornered.

The chatter around her faded into white noise as Violet focused on the task at hand. The sound of yelling broke through her concentration and she whipped her head around to see what was causing all the commotion.

A circle had formed in front of a food stand, filled with people laughing and cheering. Violet narrowed her eyes as she pushed through the crowd, keen to investigate any distraction that might compromise her mission. This crowd was blocking her path, and she needed to get through.

Inside the circle stood a man, a cocky grin plastered across his face as he flexed his muscles for an adoring group of tourists. Tall and broad-shouldered with sun-kissed skin and a messy shock of black curls atop his head. Unclothed with the exception of denim shorts hanging low on his hips, tucked under his thumbs pretending to hold them up in place. Impressed women shouted and cheered for “Callum”, taking his name, and Violet quickly filed it in her head.

Violet sighed loudly as she approached the throng. “Excuse me,” she said sharply, pushing aside one particularly oblivious tourist. “What’s going on here?”

The crowd oohed and aahed at whatever move Mr. Muscles Callum had just performed while Violet waited impatiently for an answer.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” Violet shouted above the din.

The crowd hushed momentarily before erupting into laughter again, and even Mr. Muscles turned to smirk at her over one impressive shoulder.

“You’re gonna want to pay attention here,” he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. “You might learn something.”

Violet let out an exasperated sigh and grabbed the man’s bicep in a grip that would have sent anyone else to their knees. “I’m looking for someone,” she snapped. “And I don’t have time for your nonsense.”

Mr. Muscles chuckled and flexed his arm to show off his bulging muscles even more. “Well, sweetheart,” he said condescendingly, struggling against her grip, “I think you just found him.”

Violet rolled her eyes as the crowd laughed at her expense. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a shiny silver gun that glinted menacingly in the sunlight.

“Whoa there!” Mr. Muscles exclaimed, finally registering the seriousness of the situation.

Violet aimed the gun at him and raised an eyebrow when he didn’t immediately back down. The crowd fell hushed.

“What? You gonna shoot me now?” he asked cockily.

Violet pressed the barrel of the gun under his chin until it lifted enough for her to see his entire face. That wiped the grin right off it.

“That depends,” she drawled coolly, her gaze dropping from his face to settle firmly on his bulge, “on your cooperation.”

His eyes widened as Violet stepped closer to him and led him away to a narrow empty street.

“Heh,” he chuckled nervously as Violet stopped in front of him once more. “Look, sweetheart–“

Violet pressed the gun against him again, gripping it tightly as a thrill shot through her veins. This was always her favorite part–the moment when they realized who had all the power.

“Apologize,” she snarled.

“Okay! Okay!” He held up his hands defensively as he spoke haltingly through clenched teeth. “I’m sorry…”

A slow smile spread across Violet’s face. “Good boy.”

She lowered the gun and hooked a finger inside the waistband of his loose shorts, pulling him closer gorukle escort until he was almost pressed against her. His eyes darted nervously from her face to the gun still in her hand.

“Take ’em off,” she ordered, giving him a shove toward the ground.

His eyes widened and he started to protest before catching sight of the lethal weapon still clutched in her fingers. He sighed heavily and stepped out of the shorts, revealing that he wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath them.

As he straightened himself, Violet took in the sight of his large, semi-hard cock, slowly rising from its low-hanging position between his thick, muscular thighs. His big balls hung below, and his pubic area was cleanly shaved, drawing her gaze directly to his pink, glistening cockhead.

She let out a low whistle. “Well, well,” she purred. “Aren’t you just full of surprises?”

He shuffled awkwardly as Violet circled him, trailing her fingertips over every inch of bare skin she could reach. She stood in front of him once more, running one hand slowly down his torso until it wrapped around both his cock and balls.

“Mmm,” Violet hummed approvingly as she felt him swell even more in her hand.

She gave him a gentle squeeze before making him confess every snippet of information he had on her bounty that she was looking for. Surprisingly, she was taken aback to learn that this seemingly simple exhibitionist had such insider knowledge. After he blurted out the details, she pulled away abruptly, stepping back into the sunlight, leaving him naked and exposed at her feet.

His head snapped up to look at her in alarm but Violet just laughed–a sharp, dangerous sound that sent shivers down his spine–and tucked her gun back into its holster.

“Don’t worry,” she said casually as she turned to walk away. “You’re not my type.”

He scrambled to pull on his shorts as Violet disappeared down the street with a satisfied smirk on her face.

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Chapter 2: Barroom Blunder:

Violet Rosewood stepped into the dimly lit bar, her yellow clothing clinging to her curves. The air was thick with smoke and the sound of raucous laughter. She glanced around, her eyes searching for her target.

Callum.

It had been some time since Violet had last seen him, but she recognized his muscular frame in just shorts immediately. He was surrounded by women, his cocky grin never leaving his face.

Making her move, Violet smirked as she approached the group, drawing closer until Callum’s gaze locked onto her. His smile faltered, a blush creeping up his neck.

“Hey there,” Violet said casually. “Long time no see.”

Callum sputtered, the words caught in his throat as he struggled to regain his composure. The women around him giggled at his flustered reaction.

“Uh… hey,” he finally managed to say. “Didn’t expect to run into you again.”

Violet leaned against the bar, exuding confidence as she observed him. “I could say the same. Looks like you’re having a good time.”

Callum puffed out his chest proudly, flexing his bulging biceps. “Just enjoying life, you know? Living it up.”

Violet’s lips curled into a playful smile as she remembered their previous encounter. “Speaking of living it up… I seem to recall a certain someone showing off more than just their muscles.”

Callum’s face turned crimson as he realized what Violet was referring to. “Oh… uh… that? It was just a one-time thing…”

Violet raised an eyebrow curiously. “Really now? I thought you’d be more inclined to show off everything.”

Callum stammered in protest, but Violet continued without missing a beat. She turned to one of the girls who had been talking to Callum and gave her a knowing look.

“You know, I’ve actually seen Callum naked before,” Violet said casually, causing a murmur of interest to ripple through the crowd. “And let me tell you, his cock looks really small between those muscular thighs of his.”

The bar erupted in laughter as all eyes turned to Callum. Callum, panicking, jumped to his feet and bursa görükle escort comically waved his arms at the crowd.

“She’s lying! I swear, it’s all lies!” he shouted, his face a deep shade of red.

Violet took advantage of the commotion and swiftly moved behind Callum, her hand snaking down to his waistband. She tugged at it playfully, drawing it lower and lower until his shorts pooled around his ankles.

There was a collective gasp from the crowd as Callum’s small flaccid cock sprang into view. Laughter filled the air as Violet squeezed his exposed ballsack firmly in her grasp.

“Now that’s what I call a party trick,” Violet said with a mischievous grin.

Callum winced at the pain radiating from his balls, but he knew better than to resist. He stammered out the information Violet needed, eager to escape this humiliating situation.

Once she had what she wanted, Violet released him with a playful spank on his bare ass. The crowd cheered and whistled as she made her exit, leaving Callum red-faced and fully exposed.

Violet couldn’t help but notice that his cock had grown much larger and was now standing at attention. She chuckled to herself and shook her head in amusement.

“Boys will be boys,” she said with a smirk as she disappeared into the night.

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Chapter 3: Cock-Up in Space:

Violet Rosewood had been hunting the crew of a notorious robber for months. They were slippery, elusive, managing to outsmart and outrun her at every turn. But Violet was determined, relentless in her pursuit to bring them to justice.

She followed one of the crew members into a back alley, her heart pounding with anticipation. This could be it–the break she’d been waiting for. She braced herself, ready to pounce and demand answers.

But as she got closer, Violet’s eyes widened in surprise. The man who stood before her was tall and muscular, just like the others in the crew. He wore an expensive-looking suit, tailored to hug his broad shoulders and muscular frame. His dark hair was slicked back, his face etched with arrogance. And yet… something about him seemed familiar.

“Well, hello there girl,” he drawled with a cocky smirk. “You’re a long way from home, aren’t you?”

Recognition dawned on Violet’s face. It couldn’t be…

“Callum?” she said incredulously.

The man’s smirk faltered as he realized he’d been caught out by none other than the bounty hunter who always seemed to get the better of him.

“Well, shit,” Callum muttered under his breath.

Violet wasted no time in taking him down. With a swift kick to the chest, she sent him sprawling onto his back on the dirty concrete floor. In an instant, her gun was trained on him as she loomed over his prone form.

“Guess you know how this goes,” she said coolly. “Spill.”

Callum swallowed nervously as he looked up at Violet’s no-nonsense expression and the gun pointed directly at him. He panicked for a moment but then a light went on in his head, there was only one way this ever seemed to end when these two crossed paths.

Without any instructions from Violet this time, a mixture of fear and muscle memory took hold of Callum. He reached for his pants and voluntarily began to pull them down, his movements awkward and ungainly as he exposed himself once again.

Violet watched in confusion as Callum’s pants pooled around his knees, followed by his underwear. His lower body was completely naked before her, his bare genitals on display for the umpteenth time.

“What the hell are you doing?” Violet asked, with both amusement and exasperation.

Callum winced, realizing his mistake. He had taken Violet’s command to “spill” quite literally. But now there he was, naked as the day he was born before the woman who always managed to get under his skin.

“Uh… I-I thought… you wanted me to.. sorry,” he muttered, his cheeks turning a shade of crimson that matched his embarrassment. “Force of habit.”

Violet couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. This man–once so cocky and full of bravado–now lay naked and vulnerable before her yet again. It was almost too easy.

She placed one boot-clad foot on Callum’s thigh, right next to where his flaccid cock lay against his bare skin. As soon as her boot made contact with his muscular leg, blood rushed rapidly into his cock, causing it to swell and grow fuller. The veins along his shaft became engorged cords, his erection casting a faint shadow on the side of Violet’s boot in the dim alley light. His pink, glistening cockhead pointed up towards the sky, illuminated by the soft glow from a nearby street lamp.

The position should have been humiliating for him, but instead she found herself teasing him relentlessly.

“You know,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye, “there’s being afraid of me… and then there’s this.”

Violet gestured to Callum’s fully erect cock that now stood proudly at attention. The sight only made her laughter grow louder.

“Seems like getting naked in front of me is becoming a bit of a habit,” she taunted. “And I must say, your little friend here seems to enjoy it.”

Callum flushed even deeper at Violet’s words, both embarrassed and infuriated that she could still get under his skin like no one else could.

“It’s not… I’m not enjoying this,” he protested weakly.

Violet smirked, leaning down slightly to get closer to Callum’s reddened face.

“Sure you’re not,” she said with a playful wink. “But hey, whatever gets you talking.”

And talk he did. Violet was relentless in her questioning, her foot still resting on Callum’s thigh as he spilled everything he knew about the robbery crew. By the time he finished, his cock was still hard and raging, twitching and throbbing right next to her boot, under her gaze.

Violet straightened up and holstered her gun, an air of satisfaction surrounding her.

“Well, I’d say this was another successful encounter,” she said smugly. “Thanks for the information… and the show.”

But before she could turn around and leave, Violet noticed a small bead of precum leaking from the tip of Callum’s erect cock as it danced near her boot. She looked at him with an expression of disbelieving amusement.

“Really? Just from my boot alone you’re getting this worked up?” She mocked him with a derisive chuckle.

Callum flushed with embarrassment, trying in vain to conceal his sexual excitement. “I-It’s not… I don’t…” he stammered, unable to form a coherent defense.

Deciding to toy with him further, Violet removed her boot from his thigh, and then removed her boot completely, revealing her foot clad in purple sheer stocking. She waved it teasingly above Callum’s throbbing member.

“I suppose you’ve earned yourself a little prize for being so helpful,” she purred mockingly. “Let’s see if this gets an even bigger reaction out of you…”

Violet casually placed her foot on top of his cock, gently pressing it down against his stomach. Callum’s vision blurred as a rush of pleasure overwhelmed him. Unable to hold back, he erupted in a torrent of cum that splattered across his expensive suit.

A string of thick, pearly ropes shot from his twitching cock, covering his torso in the sticky mess, one even hitting his chin. Callum’s hips bucked involuntarily as Violet continued to apply gentle pressure, milking every last drop from him.

Violet watched as Callum’s climax overtook him, his face contorted with ecstasy and humiliation, he groaned a loud Aaaaaaah!

She lifted her foot, admiring the cum that now glistened on her stocking. “Look at you, ruining that fancy suit of yours. I suppose that’s what you get for being such a mess.”

Callum lay there, panting heavily, unable to meet Violet’s gaze. She smiled and finally turned to leave.

“Better clean yourself up, darling,” Violet called over her shoulder. “Bye bye.”

Callum scowled at Violet’s parting words as she turned to leave him lying with his dick out in the alleyway. This woman had a way of always getting the better of him–both physically and emotionally–and it infuriated him to no end.

But deep down, beneath all that frustration, there was a grudging respect for Violet Rosewood. She was one hell of a bounty hunter, after all–a fact that Callum couldn’t deny no matter how much she tormented him.

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Previously in Chapter 10:

“You just need to train until your butt is as hard as diamonds then. You’ve got… What? Two weeks left? Totally doable.”

“Speaking of which. I should go do some more homework. You can concoct more ideas for me to seduce my professors on your own.”

“Fair. I’ll draft up some proposals and bring the best three for your consideration later.”

“Only if you’re the one seducing them,” I retorted as I walked down the small hall to my bedroom.

I almost put on some shorts out of habit but then remembered Michael wanted me just in my underwear. At least it was getting to the end of spring. If we continued dating into the fall semester I might have to re-negotiate for a shirt at least.

—————-

I managed to maintain my academic focus for another couple hours. Luckily Michael had made me cum or I might have had to take care of it myself so I could focus on something other than my dick.

In the late afternoon, we ended up deciding to hit up the campus gym together. I put on a white shirt and some black shorts, double-checking that the shorts were long enough and opaque enough that my red underwear wouldn’t be visible.

The gym was pretty huge given how many students there were at our university. I had only come here a handful of times during the spring semester to use the treadmills when there was snow and ice on the ground. Luckily, Michael knew his way around so I just followed him.

Over the next hour, he taught me how to use some weight machines I had never seen before and also showed me a variety of free weight exercises to target various muscle groups. Throughout the coaching, he seemed to delight in groping me as much as he could without drawing suspicion during each demonstration.

It was embarrassing to get manhandled like that, but I couldn’t deny I loved every second his strong hands were touching me. At first, I was paranoid that the other people around us would notice how overly handsy he was, but it didn’t seem like our existence even registered to the other students working out.

We finished the workout by both doing some sets of bench presses while spotting the other. I was sure he was going to do something evil like teabag me while I was holding the bar, but luckily no such thing happened.

By the end of my last set, I was feeling a bit queasy and my muscles all felt like gelatin. He had helped me hit my shoulders, arms, back, abs, legs, and glutes. I was sure everything would be incredibly sore tomorrow until I got used to using my muscles for something heavier than swimming or running.

Michael toweled off his face and then used it as a bursa escort whip to smack me in the butt. Another guy who was doing bicep curls nearby and facing us chuckled, which inspired Michael to do it again. I threw my sweaty towel into Michael’s face for revenge and stole his towel from him when he was distracted.

“Okay, you win Noah,” he said with a smirk as I snatched my own towel back as well. “Let’s go to the locker rooms. I need to pee.”

“Fine. I’ll probably get lost in here on my own,” I said as I stifled a yawn.

He led me into the locker room and towards the bathrooms. It seemed like none of the stalls were in use. I was surprised that the locker rooms and the bathroom area actually seemed pretty clean and well-maintained. Maybe all college students weren’t slobs after all. Or the staff needed a raise.

Michael entered the stall that was the furthest away for some reason and closed the toilet lid. I looked at him in confusion and then he pulled me inside and swung the door shut behind us and switched the lock closed.

“Err… I take it you don’t need to pee?” I asked. Did he want to make out or something?

“Nah, that was just the covert excuse,” he said. I saw a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He scooted back to the toilet and sat down on the closed lid. “I thought you probably needed some post-workout protein. I always get really horny after I exercise too.”

“Michael, I am NOT blowing you in a public bathroom,” I replied with a face-palm. “Who knows how many STD’s are growing in this stall? And someone could find us.”

“Nah the stall doors actually go pretty low in this gym and they’re roomy enough. You can kneel on the towels so you don’t have to worry about getting dirt or pee on your knees.”

I felt myself blushing and looked towards the door, wondering if I should open it and put my foot down. This was too risky, wasn’t it?”

Michael reached for my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel he was rock-hard. He gave me a sexy grin.

“Come on Noah. I know you’re a dirty slut. Think of how naughty it would be to blow me in here where any of your classmates could stumble upon you and see how good you are at sucking cock. I’ll cum fast and keep quiet.”

I responded with a long sigh. But my mind was already made up. I tossed the towels onto the ground in front of him and spread them out.

“Fine. You’re lucky I’m so thirsty,” I said in a joking tone.

“That’s more like it! That’s my good boy. I love corrupting you bit by bit. Take off your shirt and shorts too.”

I glanced up at him and cocked an eyebrow.

“Isn’t that pushing it a bit?” bursa eskort bayan I asked nervously.

“Nah. It will give me some eye candy so I can cum faster. Win-win right?”

“You’re too much. Fine, I’ll do it.”

“The correct answer is “Yes Sir, I’ll strip down to my girly panties for you” actually.”

I shook my head at him but gave in as I stripped down.

“Yes Sir, I’ll strip down to only my girly panties for you Sir,” I corrected myself.

I placed my clothes on one of the towels and carefully knelt down on the other one. Taking a deep breath, I reached forward and pulled his shorts and boxer briefs down enough so I could fish out his dick. I took another deep breath and began blowing him, careful to go a little slowly so I wouldn’t make any noise.

He moaned gently and began to run a hand through my hair.

“That’s a good little cockslut,” he whispered to me as he locked his eyes onto mine. “You need some alpha cum to help you continue building a bit of muscle mass, yes you do… mmmm… They should chain you up in here and let all of the studs feed you loads cum after their workout. Fuck, that would be hot…”

I snorted around his dick and pressed on.

“Hey, don’t yuck my yum Cocksucker,” he said. I gave him a playful bite as response, not wanting to waste any more time than needed.

Luckily, it didn’t take him too long to cum. Maybe the taboo nature of what we were doing helped accelerate his orgasm. He certainly seemed to cum quite a lot into my mouth. I let a bit of it fall out of my mouth on accident but managed to catch it in my hand and clean it up.

“Fuuuuck. You’re the best Noah. I love that you’re willing to entertain all my adventurous requests,” he said with a sigh. “I bet that cum hit the spot, didn’t it?”

“Yes Sir. Thank you for feeding me your “alpha” cum,” I said with a wink and finger-quotes.

“Not a problem, not a problem.”

I wiped my lips on my arm and put my shorts and shirt back on and picked up the towels. I opened the stall door and looked around but there was still no one in this area. With a nod to Michael, I led our exit and I washed my hands. Then we fled the gym and stopped somewhere to eat dinner. We returned home afterwards and took separate showers.

When I exited the shower, I saw that my sweaty clothes were missing and the lacy black panties were lying on the counter. Michael was wasting no time playing dress-up with me again apparently.

We had some more fun later in the evening. I was getting bored and challenged Michael to a Smash duel. Several matches were spent warming up, and then Michael made a bet with me.

“Let’s up the stakes Noah. Best three out of five now. If I win, I get to spank you until that bubble butt is pink and stinging.”

“What if I win?” I asked.

“Oh right. Well that won’t happen,” said Michael cockily. “How about I give you a blowjob and swallow again this time?”

“Hmmm… I suppose those are fair terms. Especially since there’s no risk to me since I always win,” I said.

I grinned and straightened up. Micahel had said we were upping the stakes, but really both the victory or the defeat sounded pretty fun. Getting spanked sounded hot.

I took match one, and Michael took match two. He took match three and I barely came back in match four to win again. We were tied up. Then he barely cinched out the win on match five.

“Get SMASHED Noah!” he whooped. He jumped off the cough and mimed throwing the controller at the floor and then did a victory dance.

“You’re so immature,” I said. “I just let you win because your neck looked too tired to blow me.”

“Awww, you’re salty that you lost. Maybe next time buddy. Now then, I BELIEVE you owe me something.”

He tossed the controller onto the couch and then moved to my side and lifted me up by my wrists. In a smooth motion, he sat down, pulled my wrists behind my back, and laid me across his lap with my ass sticking out.

With his left hand, he maintained a hold on my wrists and used his elbow to pin my upper back against his leg. His right hand began rubbing my ass where the panties didn’t cover.

“Mmm this is going to be fun,” he said in an evil whisper. “Going to make you whimper like a whore.”

He wound back and slammed his right hand against one of my cheeks.

“Ohhh!” I grunted in pain. He was not holding back.

“That’s the spirit. Take it like a man.”

He pulled his hand away and spanked my other cheek just as hard. Michael increased the speed of his blows and was spanking me about once a second. He alternated cheeks each time. I lost track of how many times he spanked me. By the end of it, I was moaning in pain and pleasure after each one. I could feel my ass glowing and smarting with minor pain in between each smack.

Finally, the assault ceased. Michael’s hand rubbed my cheeks and groped the flesh greedily. He let go of my wrists and helped me stand up.

“What a good boy you are, staying put the whole time and all. Your butt looks nice when its all rosy and sore-looking. Unfortunately, I better go to bed now. I got called in tomorrow sadly.”

“Aww. That’s lame,” I said as I massaged my ass gingerly.

“Oh well. Gotta replenish all those dollar bills I spent on turning you into my bitch,” he said with a wink.

He gave me a quick kiss and went off to his bedroom. I continued massaging my ass for a few minutes and then watched some TV for another couple hours before turning in myself.

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I was just 18 when we moved to the suburbs from a large city, and thought my life as I knew it was over. We moved to a nice home, but there were not a lot of neighbors or kids around me to play with.

Well after the winter broke and spring set in I set out to explore the area around our house. There was a lake not to far, a railroad track that you could walk, and a park that was narrow but miles long.

One day I started to walk along the railroad tracks toward town when I needed to pee. I looked over toward the park and saw a comfort station, I then walked down to the bathroom and entered the small brick building that looked like it used to be someone’s home years ago and converted to a restroom.

On entering the restroom I saw the three sinks along one wall and the four urinals that went all the way to the floor, and opposite the sinks where 4 stalls that did not have doors on them.

As I walked up to the urinal, I saw a man with sunglasses on sitting in the stall which is right next to the urinal and looked to be in his early 20’s. I did my business and was walking out the door when I heard the guy in the stall say ” Can I see, Can I anamur escort see”, not thinking, I said “see what”, He said “your cock”, I freaked and ran out and back to the tracks and kept running till I couldn’t run anymore.

As I walked to town I kept hearing those words ringing in my head, and wondered what would have happened had he caught me, or if I just stayed on my own to see what he would have done.

After leaving town walking back toward my house I had to pass by the restroom again and couldn’t help but to go back in to see if that same guy was there, he wasn’t and no one else was either, so I just headed back home.

After getting home and going to my room, I couldn’t help to think of another guy wanting to see my cock and found myself getting hard thinking about it, and before I knew it I was jacking off now wishing I had stayed.

Well after getting home from school the next day and doing my chores I headed down for the railroad tracks that of course took me toward the park and the restroom.

As I approached the restroom I saw several vehicles parked in front and in the big circle drive. My antakya escort heart was pounding as I walked up to the door and entered thinking what if there was more than one guy, what happens if the same guy was there, would he know why I was back? I went in and the stalls where all filled with men, who looked to be in their 30’s or 40’s, so of course me being 5’10, and 135 pounds and shoulder length blond hair, I got their attention. I then walked up to the urinal and tried to pee, but couldn’t. I then heard someone in one of the stalls cough, as I looked over I saw that he was jacking his cock off, I looked back at the wall real fast, but found myself looking back at the guy in the stall who was still jacking away, but I can guess the other two must have figured what I was looking at and why, and didn’t even, ok yes I did notice that I was getting hard too.

The next thing I knew the other two were playing with their cocks, and couldn’t help to keep looking at all three who of course knew I was interested, I just didn’t know what I was so interested in. I mean here I am a guy just coming into my high sex drive and should atakum escort be hunting down all the cute girls and trying to have sex, but here I am standing in a restroom with three men who where looking at me as if I was the girl that was being hunted for sex.

With all of this going through my head I hadn’t even noticed that one of the men was now standing at the urinal next to me. I looked down just as he reached over and grabbed my cock under my balls encompassing both my balls and cock, which was hard as a rock.

Before I knew it I was facing him and he lowered his mouth and engulfed my cock. My eyes went wide as I looked down and another man having my cock in his mouth and seeing two others now standing up getting a better view of our sex act in a pubic restroom. I knew it must have only been 30 seconds before my balls emptied out in this guys mouth who swallowed every drop of my cum. At this point after my knees stopped shaking and my orgasms had subsided and I realized that I just came in a guys mouth with two other guys watching in a place where anyone could have come in at any time, I pulled my sopping wet and deflating cock from his mouth and zipped up my pants and left as fast as I could walk, not saying even as much as a thank you, but the walk home and my thoughts of how great that felt, I knew I was in for one hell of a lot of great times in the park, and a lot more sex with men……..to be continued, If you want me too.

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So, hier geht’s nun weiter mit dem nächsten Teil:

Romana 06 – Der Wettbewerb

Alle beteiligten sind natürlich über 18 Jahre alt.

Inhaltsübersicht

Romana 01 – Mama entjungfert Ihren Sohn Tom

Romana 02 – Mama macht Tom zu Romana

Romana 03 – Papa bekommt eine neue Tochter

Romana 04 – Romana wird untersucht

Romana 05 – Himmel und Hölle

Romana 06 – Der Wettbewerb (Diese Folge)

Romana 07 – Der Hauptpreis

Romana 08 – Endlich ein Schwanzmädchen

Viel Spaß! Euer Schwanzmädchen

Romana 06 – Der Wettbewerb

Papa hatte die verwandschaft eingeladen und ich durfte für alle da sein.

Ich sollte der spielball sein.

Den ganzen tag war ich in meinem zimmer als alle eintraffen. Am Abend machte mich mama fein und führte mich in wohnzimmer.

Und alle waren da. Alle waren in sexy dessous oder nackt. Sie hatten sich anscheinend schon warmgemacht.

Oma und opa, meine beiden tanten und onkels, meine cousine mit freund und meine schwägerin. Überschwenglich begrüßten wir uns alle, ich drückte ihre heißen körper und wurde auch immer wieder betont fordernd berührt.

Aber sie wollten jetz endlich spielen.

Mir wurden die Augen verbunden so dass ich nichts sah. Irgendjemand befreite mich aus meinem kleid. Ich trug nun strümpfe, einen slip und meine brüste im BH.

Der slip musste aber dann auch fallen, er sollte ja als messinstrument dienen. Noch war der ausschlag gering.

Die erste runde bestand darin dass ich anhand der titten die jeweilige person erraten musste. Ich durfte mit meinen händen die Brüste berühren, aber nicht drumrum.

Der jeweilige partner durfte wetten ob ichs schaffe oder nicht, das gab einen punkt für das teampärchen. Die mit den meisten Punkten waren tagessieger und durften einen besonderen wunsch äußern eine fantasie zu leben und alle mussten mitmachen.

Es wurde abgestimmt und es hielt sich etwa die waage.

Die frauen waren der reihe nach auf knien vor meinem Sessel. Ich streckte meine geöffneten hände aus casibom güncel adres und wartete. Kurz berührte mich was weiches, dann schoben sich zwei riesengroße fleischigen schwere brüste in meine hände. Ich massierte und taste vorsichtig, drückte. So große brüste hatten nur oma und tante resi.

Er tippte auf oma und es war richtig. Somit hatte opa einen punkt gewonnen, er hatte es mir zugetraut.

Die nächste brust war auch groß aber weicher, sie lag gut in meinen Händen. Aber da wurde es schwer. Die größe wurde ja zu mama passen, allerding hatte seine schwägerin manu und Tante traudi auch in etwa die form wie er vemutete.

Er tippte auf manu und bekam eine leichte ohrfeige „Jetzt bin ich aber enttäuscht. Wo du die doch so gut kennstg” Es war mama. Somit waren meine eltern diese runde draussen ohne punkt.

Als nächstes legten sich zarte etwas kleiner, feste spitze brüste in meine hände. Das war meine Cousine, da war es leicht. Sie bekam den Punkt und als nächstes legten sich wieder schöne große brüste in meine hand. Sie waren etwas fester und geschwollen. Das konnte nur meine schwangere Schwägerin, Manu sein und ich hatte recht. Auch sie gewannen einen punkt. Somit blieben ja nur noch meine tanten. ich ließ mir beim tasten und fühlen wieder zeit. Durch raten hatte ich genau richtig getippt. Allerdings hatte mein onkel klaus mir das bei traudi nicht zugetraut. Somit lösten nur opa, oliver, der freund meiner cousine, mein bruder und mein anderer Onkel die wette erfolgreich um.

Nach einer kurzen trinkpause sollte ich die jeweilige Frau am blasen erkennen. Ich setzte mich wieder in den stuhl und die nächsten wetten wurden abgegeben.

Die erste Bläserin war unweigerlich meine Mutter, das war sofort klar. Sie war die königin des blasens. Dafür bekam ich dann auch einen langen kuss von ihr.

Als nächstes schloß sich ein anderer gieriger schlund über mich mir schoß der mund von resi in den kopf. Und das war richtig, auch manu und meine cousine tippte ich richtig, auch sie Casibom slot oyunları hatten mir vertraut.

Nun blieben nur noch oma und traudi und beide tippte ich falsch, aber traudi gewnn dann doch. Mein onkel hatte es mir nicht zugetraut

Die nächsten runden waren muschi lecken, schwänze blasen (da wurde von den frauen gewettet), sperma schmecken.

Damit waren die ersten runden mal durch. Tante Resi, Mama und meine Cousine lagen auf den ersten drei plätzen.

Dann ging es mit dem ficken los. Erst fickte ich alle damen. Sie lagen mit gespreizten beinen im sessel. Somit konnte ich nicht viel über die schenkel erfahren. Nur anhand der feuchtigkeit und enge konnte ich mehr oder weniger raten (wobei mein cousine, mama und meine schwangere schwägerin erkannte ich, den rest lag ich falsch.

Dann wurde ich von den männern gefickt. Wie beim blasen erkannte ich hier natürlich auch Papa und meinen Bruder, die anderen erriet ich teils richtig.opa mit seinem Hengstschwanz erriet ich schon beim eindringen.

Somit hatte sich mein Bruder auch wieder vorgekämpft. Aber noch war nichts entschieden.

Nun wurde das punktesystem geändert. Ich sollte einfach ficken und gefickt werden

und das gleichzeitig, allerdings waren die paare jetzt untereinander getrennt.

Und sie wechselten dann auch durch. Sie bekamen einen punkt nur wenn ich beide erkannt hatte. Somit konnte ich auch mal einen wechsel abwarten und dann raten. Ich wurde von oliver gefickt als ich tante resi fickte, papa gabs mir bei oma und mein bruder gabs mir als ich meine cousine vollspritzte.

Da ich dabei schon etwas unkonzentrierter wurde und die geilheit erschwerend dazu kam mußten die paare etliche male gewechselt werden ehe ich alle getippt hatte.

Nun lag mein Bruder und meine Schwägerin, sowie meine cousine und ihr oliver vorne. Die anderen lagen etwas abgeschlagen dahinter.

Aber jetzt sollte das finale kommen.

Nur die beiden bestplatziertesten nahmen teil. Es gab mehrere Casibom nedir disziplinen. Jeder durfte auch einen ersatz für sich aussuchen für maximal 10 minuten abwechslung.

Als erstes wurde ich gefistet. Eindeutig war es eine männerhand die sich langsam aber mit druck und leichten bewegungen den weg in mir bahnte. Leider lag ich mit meinem bruder falsch. Auch manu erkannte ich nicht, nun tat ich mir auch schwer ausser ekstase und orgasmen noch eine hand zu spüren. Meine cousine verunsicherte mich daher erst, aber dann tippte ich auf sie. Dann dauerte es lang und es wurde viel gewechselt bis sich mein wund und empfindlich gefisteter hintern jeweils noch einen richtig, alex entschied.

Die nächste war urin erraten. Dazu lag ich auf dem boden und jeder pisste mir nacheinander den mund voll. Danach durfte ich die namen zuordnen. Ich schmeckte nur manu richtig. Sie war ganz anders.

Im letzten spiel sollte nun die entscheidung fallen. Es kam die kür.

Die beiden paare sollten nun ein kürprogramm ficken und alle wurden benoten. Der sieger bekam den vielleicht wichtigen punkt zum tagessieg. Ich durfte auch endlich meine augenbinde abnehmen und nur zuschauen. Ich saß mich zu mama hin.

Beide leißen sich total gehen als wären wir nicht da. Sie fickten besessen und versprühten absolute geilheit im raum. Ich muss nicht erwähnen das alles zuschauer zumindest eine hand schon wieder an den erogenen zonen hatten.

Trotz einem furiosen arschfick meiner cousine gewann knapp meine schwägerin. Entscheidend war vielleicht das wir vor ihrem hüpfenden bauch, einen riesenschwanz in der geschwollenen Musich und wackelnde dicke runde milchtitten. Manu ritt meinen Bruder als ginge es ums überleben, in voller ekstase. Lange noch konnten wir uns die gespreizte offene muschi anschauen aus der das sperma tropfte und alle ihre muschisäfte.

Somit gewannen nun mein Bruder und meine schwangere schwägerin. Ihre fantasie war dass ich und meine schwangere schwägerin in der69er position seitlich liegend zusammengebunden werden und von vielen gleichzeitig gefickt werden. Unsere Münder sind beim anderen fast nur aum sauberlecken der säfte und des spermas aus muschi und arschfotzen.

Nach dem meine Mutter sah das meine Cousine traurig war schlug mama vor, dass beide fantasien eingelöst werden insofern ich das mag. Ja und dass wollte ich auch.

Weier geht’s mit:

Romana 07 – Der Hauptpreis

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My name is Doug. I’m a thirty-eight-year-old single guy with a love for breast milk. But there’s more to me than just that. I live in a beautiful city. Small community in the mountains. I am an attorney there and have lived there all my life. It’s late November, cool out but not cold. I have been single for a while, mostly because I know everyone in town and the ones who aren’t trash are married or committed in some way. Except for one, now.

Tonight, I have plans with an old friend. She and her guy broke things off after nine years, which I had to withdraw myself from for the most part because he was such a dick. I was always there if Erin needed to talk, but that was mostly through phone or texts. He was quite controlling and didn’t approve of male female friendships. Tonight was the first time I had seen her in person in five years. We were friends online and based on her pictures, nothing had changed much. Still cute. Still Erin.

Several shots and laughs later we found ourselves on the back patio spread out on the two outdoor lounges. I had my hands behind my head and my legs spread on each side of my lounge, Erin laying in a half ass fetal position propping her head up with her inside arm. Both of us were pretty wasted. We carried on with our conversation, something about works several years ago, and I looked over at Erin. She continued talking unaware of the wet spot forming around her nipple.

It was cool out, so the wetness made her nipple harder than it already was. I assumed it was some of her drink that had spilled from the cup with lucky landing and continued to listen, glancing down occasionally. Erin didn’t pick her drink back up, yet the wet spot continued to grow. It had become a little over the size of her areola, I could tell they were brown matching her rock-hard nipple. It had to be milk. She didn’t have children and wasn’t pregnant, but birth control can cause lactation. At that point, I was lost in her breast. I was drunk and I wanted to taste that milk. Erin went from cute to super-hot in one evening.

“Oh no. I was so sucked into our conversation I didn’t notice I was starting to leak,” she chucked. “I didn’t notice until I felt it drip onto my stomach.”

“Oh!” She chuckled. “I lactate. My birth control makes it happen, and I just go with it. It usually isn’t inconvenient.” She sat up and pushed her chest out, “Oh no, both are leaking. I need to pump, Doug. If I don’t, my whole shirt will be soaked in milk and my breasts will be so sore. I’m so sorry.”

She sat there for a moment with her chest pushed out looking from one wet, delicious looking, nipple to the next. She glanced over at me staring and circled each one with her fingertips. “Oh my, they are sensitive already. I’ll be back in about thirty minutes.”

She thought to herself for a brief second and circled the tips of her drippy nipples, “Why not? I’ll be right back.”

I couldn’t help but stare as she teased me by fingering herself, staring right at her. I felt like I could see the milk pulsing from her nipple through her tank top. She walked into the house, stumbling a bit. I stroked myself through my shorts a few times and let out a heavy sigh. This was intense. I can’t lie, when you’re a teen and have close friends that are females, you always wondered what their tits were like. Now, into my thirties I get to find out, and to make things better, hers were lactating.

Everyone has that one thing that sets them on fire and in my circle of friends growing up there was a running joke about mine being breast milk. No secret: everyone was there the day our sexy, unprofessional tenth grade teacher lactated through her shirt as she leaned over my desk with massive cleavage in my face. I could smell her milk off her full, perfect tits. After that experience it had always been my turn on. And she knew it.

Erin returned moments later with her breast pump. She sat closer than she was before on the opposite couch. Without making a big deal of anything, she pulled one strap from her tank top down, untucked her arm and exposed her titty. Her brown nipple was hard and had a steady drip of milk. I couldn’t help but stare. She noticed and smiled as she unwrapped the tubing.

“I have found I milk much easier if my nipples are stroked a little before I place the cup, could you?” She circled her exposed nipple and pulled it.

“Some nipple play should do just fine.” She started taking my hand bringing it to her breast. Her skin was soft and her tit firm and perky.

I gave her breast a light, but steady, squeeze making her milk stream out. I took her nipple in a gentle pinch and twisted back and forth. She gasped, in response. I pulled on her, making another stream of milk spray onto my shirt, milk running off my fingers. Her head fell back as she groaned. I continued my rhythm of tugs and twists, the sight of her milk streaming from her, her moans of approval. I needed to taste it. She had kept her head back, so I took the opportunity bursa eskortlar to hold my mouth just under her nipple as I massaged some of her milk onto my tongue. Heaven. She was creamy, sweet, silky, and delicious.

I needed more; I wanted to nurse her but knew I needed to go slow. I milked her into my mouth a few more times to satisfy my need. I pulled her nipple for an extended few seconds really causing Erin to groan and gasp for breath, after the pull I tightly licked the tip of her nipple that stuck out of my fingers. Her moans turned to screams at that moment I pulled her nipple once more and held it out until it slipped from my fingers.

I rapidly flicked her with my finger, she was long and hard. I moved my finger out and replaced it with my tongue, flicking just as fast. I felt fingers running through the hair on the back of my head holding me into place. I lightly nibbled her before closing my mouth over her areola and latched onto her titty. My tongue cupped the bottom of her eager nipple, as I suckled it helped pull her deep into my mouth. I looked up at her, she was in complete euphoria; head back, face relaxed, moaning, still holding my head in place.

Her milk flooded my mouth. So silky. My cock was rock hard trapped within my shorts. I wonder what her pussy was like; was it tight? What about wet? Does she like to have her pussy eaten? I wanted to eat that pussy too. Some milk escaped the corner of my mouth and ran down my chin. I felt a finger wipe it away and as I opened my eyes, it was Erin putting her finger into her mouth to suck it clean. The sight made my cock ache. I slid my hand over it just once to ‘adjust’.

I took the strap of her shirt on the other shoulder and slid it down. The milk seeping from her nipple clung to her shirt as it peeled off exposing her other gorgeous, hard, dripping nipple. I took the tip of my finger and twisted gently. Erin moaned as her milk streamed out. Her nip grew longer in my fingers as I kneaded, still nursing from her. I cupped the tip of my dick and gave a light squeeze. I bet her mouth was warm. Her tongue is spongy. Wet. Like her pussy. I drifted back to my nursing, my suckle stronger since I started thinking about her slurping on my cock.

My fingers stroking and pulling her longing nipple were covered in milk. She seemed to enjoy the milk running down my cheek. I pulled her milky nipple until it slipped from my fingers. She gasped and I held my finger to her vacant mouth. She held my wrist, took my fingertip, and gave a teasing small suck. She pulled my fingertip from her mouth. Her lips slipped off my finger and let out a small moan before taking my full finger sucking the milk from it. I felt my finger being swallowed down her throat. She pulled it part way out and then sucked it back in just like she would my cock, I imagine.

Holy fuck my dick needed attention. I gave myself truly short and slow strokes. Her milk stream became slower by the second until there was none. I gave a few more deep suckles and broke my latch letting her glorious nipple slip from my lips. I bit her lightly and a single flick of my tongue. I pulled my finger from her mouth, and she stared back down at me. I held my tongue under her dribbling nipple catching multiple large droplets before making my way to her skin kissing it lightly up to her nipple.

I bit her lightly and pulled her with my teeth before wrapping my lips around her and latching. My now free hand slid up her thigh and gently massaged; her legs spread some. I moved my other hand to her opposite thigh and brushed my fingertips up as she spread her legs more, pushing encouragingly with my massaging hand. I stopped tickling her skin where her thigh stopped, and her pussy began. It was warm and moist.

My fingertips softly explored her sealed velvet pussy lips careful not to spread them, I knew they were cream filled. I found her clit and circled the tip of it. Erin cried out as her hold on the back of my head turned into a grasp and fist full of hair. I nursed stronger in response, she was gushing. My fingertips left her aroused clit and traced the sealed edges of her lips to the bottom of her pussy. It was juicy there, evident that she couldn’t hold anymore. With one finger I dipped into her lips just above the opening to her pussy. I only pushed into my second knuckle and teased her.

Her respirations increased pushing her tit into my face. I adjusted my latch taking more of her areola. I introduced a second finger into the exploration of her juice filled cunt. Slowly I pushed them deep into her. Though I thought she had spread her legs as far open as she could, they opened more splitting open her lips spilling her cream all over my hand as I finger fucked her. She was tight but had a long, deep cavernous pussy. Should handle my raging hard on simply fine.

Each time my fingertips passed over a rougher patch of her pussy wall Erin let out a squeal which led me to suspect that was her bursa bayan escort G-spot. My next penetration was slower until I found the spot. I pressed against it and moved my fingers in a circular motion, her cries of ecstasy silenced, she was unable to make a sound. My thumb found her clit and circled it at the same time.

Her voice came back as she moaned loudly, “Ooooo God yes. Mmmmm Doug yes! Ooooo don’t make me cum yet!”

She wants me to fuck her. I pulled out my fingers, gave her clit one more light twist and concentrated again on the milk flowing from her nipple and nursing her of it. I placed my hands on her upper thighs, massaging them and tickling her with my fingertips.

I nursed her until her stream slowed some and I felt a hand on my cock. She rubbed her fingertips up and down my shorts; in response I suckled faster, depleting her milk supply. I gave her a few more deep sucks before releasing her. I stood up, my rock-hard dick pressed against my shorts. She ran her hand up and down me and then up to the button of my shorts unbuttoning them and pulling them to the ground. My cock sprang to life in front of her face.

She wrapped her fingers around the base, “I always pictured you with a big cock. A nice, long, thick shaved cock.” She ran the tip of her tongue along the veins of my cock.

When we were in our late teens, Erin made it known to me that there were feelings of curiosity, but we decided to not pursue anything. She was finally getting her way with my cock wrapped in her fingers feeling my thickness worshiping every inch with gentle kisses every few inches.

She gave me a few short strokes and licked the pre-cum from my tip before wrapping her soft lips around my tip and swirling her tongue around my smooth skin. Her mouth was warm, tongue soft and wet. She started making longer strokes up my shaft as she moved her mouth over my entire tip, her lips closing behind the edge of my head and suckled it. Her tongue settled spread out on the base of my tip, massaging it as she swallowed me. Her fingers and palm were soft but her grip was tight, her fingers almost able to touch. Her strokes became faster and longer as she became more aggressive with her mouth.

Once her stroking hand met her lips she began to swallow my cock inch by inch. All I could do was stare down at her and try to remember to breathe. When I did it was in the form of gasps and quiet moans. I wanted to keep the fact that I was putty in her hands a secret. She was able to take about half of my trunk before coming back up, stroking back up at the same time. When she got to my tip she twirled her tongue around it several times, through my slit taking more pre cum, around the top and base stopping to massage the base.

What felt like electricity shocked through my body tingling my own nipples and made my hair stand up. I gripped the back of her head and moaned loudly; she took my cock into her mouth and deep into her throat beginning her bobbing rhythm. I guided her head as deep as she could take me, she was the absolute queen of my cock. She reached up, cupped my clean shaken jewels, and kneaded gently. A series of uncontrollable moans and groans left my mouth, I thrusted my hips pushing more of me down her throat. She pulled them as she kneaded. Her grip around my dick with her soft fingers, her warm, wet, spongy tongue and mouth encasing my rock-hard member, and her other velveteen hand massaging my nuts.

Then she stopped taking me despite my guiding hand and thrusts. Her hand stopped at the base of my head giving noticeably short swirly strokes where she held her lips kissing my head teasingly. My guiding hand fell to the side. She looked up at me as she took her last kiss and pulled away, a small strand of spit connecting my tip to her bottom lip. She pulled my cock up towards my stomach and pulled my nuts once more before dropping that hand. She looked up at me again and gave a lusty smile before running her tongue from the base of my cock to my tip and then taking my nut in her mouth and suckling it.

The electricity feeling returned except this time all over my body causing me to buckle my knees but in return giving her more room to suck my tea bag. She stroked my cock with powerful long strokes as she pulled off my first nut and took the other into her warm mouth. Her tongue cupped it and held between the roof of her mouth, swallow, swallow, swallow. Each swallow I was being pulled into her throat.

I was going to cum if she didn’t quit soon, and I wanted that creamy pussy. Moments after that thought she pulled off my nut and slowed her stroking to just behind the head of my cock. Her tongue ran through my slit once more to collect the latest dose of pre-cum. She kissed it once more and then pulled it off. She laid back on the couch and pulled her tank top off, I pinched her nipples as they bounced back. She stood up in front of me and pulled off my shirt, tossing it to the side. She took the button to her shirt in her hands, and I stopped her,

“No.” I grabbed her by the back of the thighs and pulled her close, “Leave the skirt.”

I kissed her lower belly just above her waistline and ran my hands up the back of her legs under her skirt and up to her ass. I took two handfuls of cheek and squeezed as I buried my face into her belly sucking on her scent and skin.

I pulled myself from her, “Why don’t you lay here.” I ran my hands over the lounge.

She followed suit and laid herself out wearing only her short flowing skirt. I positioned myself over her and looked down at her, she looked desperate for my touch, like she needed to cum. I softly kissed her lips allowing our tongues to dance. I traced down her neck with my kisses, her shoulder, her breastbone. Then I paused listening to her increasing deep breaths. I moved to one nipple, still hard but not dribbling milk. I hovered over it, making sure my breath was noticed. I gave a couple quick flicks of my tongue with a finishing light nibble and pull.

I moved over to the other nipple and did the same before proceeding down her stomach to the top of her skirt’s waistband. My hands slid up her legs to her inner thigh. I pushed them slowly open. She lay there on her back, tits and nipples pushing up and down from her breaths. Her legs were spread way back, but her skirt hung over her pussy. I pulled it back to reveal her shaved pussy bloomed and wet from my finger fucking.

“You want me to eat your pussy, Erin?” I teased licking the inner and highest place on her leg followed by sucking some of the sensitive skin into my mouth and biting on it as it leaves my mouth.

“Is that a, yes?” I lightly licked the opening to her cavern. “Or a, no?” I ran my tongue over her clit.

I sucked her clit into my mouth and gave several strong suckles. She squirmed and grasped the back of my head. I pulled off sucking all the juices with me. My tongue danced across her freshly sucked clit as she pushed my face into her pussy. I pushed two fingers deep into her and finger fucked her again still dancing over her clit. Her pussy grew wetter and wetter, and my cock ached again; I gave it a few strokes. I needed to fuck her.

I ate her pussy for several more seductive moments before pulling my finger out of her hungry cunt and sucked the juices off. What a sloppy mess I’ve made. I licked the opening to her deep hole, up her pussy and back to her clit, cleaning up her cream. Her lips, coated in white, drew me in. I sucked them into my mouth riding them of her messy wetness. I could eat this delicious pussy all night. I let her lips slip from my mouth and ran my tongue from her hole to her clit again giving it several more rapid flicks.

“Ooo! Ooo Doug right there. There baby, YES! Eat that clit! Ooooo shit!”

I buried my face into her clit once more, dancing my tongue over her and sucking her into my mouth and swallowing her. She cried out and bucked her hips as I devoured her cunt. I pulled away from her clit and gave her a very slight nibble. I came up and kissed her, our tongues inert winded.

“My pussy tastes good.” She whispered to me, “Don’t hold back. I like being fucked hard.”

She bit my ear lobe and laid back. I bit each nipple again. I stood up over her and took one of her ankles and put it over my shoulder and straddled her other leg. I put my cock to the opening of her pussy and circled it, coating my tip in her cream and ran it up to her clit, twirled and down just for fun. Slowly I pushed into her covering my tip, fuck she was tight. I paused for a moment and pushed into her inch by inch. Erin gasped and watched as I buried myself into her soaking pussy. I pushed my cock fully into her; a tight fit, I could feel her pulse through her pussy walls.

“Fuck me, Fat Daddy [my high school nickname].” She begged me.

I pulled out to my head and dove into her. I thrusted over and over as deep as I could. Erin cried and moaned; she was so limber. She circled and pinched her nipples as I fucked her savagely. I looked down to watch my cock slide in and out of her and her poor lonely clit stared back at me. I placed my thumb over it and circled her.

“OOO! OOOOO YES! YES!” Erin arched her back and continued twisting and pulling her nipples as I thrusted deeply into her repeatedly and circling and flicking her clit.

Her pussy walls pulsated as she got tighter and tighter. Her breaths got shorter, and the whimpers got closer and closer. She was getting close to cumming. I pulled out of her and flipped her around to the doggy style position and pushed my cock deep into her again and fucked her. I grabbed her waist and a handful of her long brown hair pulling her head back. Erin continued to cry out as I thrusted deep into her at a fast steady pace. I smacked her ass and watched it jiggle; she moaned in response.

Her pussy began to spasm again and her breaths became shallow and rapid. Again, I pulled out and flipped her around, this time onto her back, legs spread wide open. I guided my cock into her pussy once more and pushed in deeply and began thrusting. I gripped her by the hips and pushed myself as deep as my cock would go and found her clit again.

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