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Als ich erwachte brummte mein Schädel. Ich öffnete langsam meine immer noch schweren Lider und fand mich auf einer Matratze liegend, in einer vergitterten Zelle. Ich bin 20, 185 gross und 64 kg schwer. Benommen richtete ich mich auf und versuchte mich zu erinnern wie ich hierher gekommen war. Ich war auf dem Nachhauseweg gewesen und dann war plötzlich alles schwarz geworden. “Gut geschlafen?” ertönte eine ruhige aber durchdringende Männerstimme. Dann trat er ans Gitter. Um die 40, markantes Gesicht, breite Schultern, kein Gramm Fett. “Wir werden viel Spass miteinander haben,” sagte er und grinste von einem Ohr zum anderen. “Was wollen sie von mir, wo bin ich?” kam es entrüstet von mir. “Ich will dich und wir sind hier, sagen wir, weit weg von der Zivilisation. Aber wir reden morgen weiter,” und damit entfernte er sich ohne auf die Beschimpfungen zu achten die ich ihm nachrief.

Am nächsten Morgen stand er neben mir in der Zelle. Bevor ich wirklich erfasste, dass er da war, hatte er mir schon Hände und Füsse zusammengebunden und zerrte mich auf die Beine. “Na los, ich hab nicht ewig Zeit,” brummte er. Meine Beine hatte er so fixiert, dass ich kleine Schritte machen konnte und so führte er mich aus der Zelle. Wir liefen durch verwundene Gänge bis er schliesslich bursa escortlar eine Tür aufstiess. Der Raum den ich betrat war vollgestopft mit allen möglichen Bondagegeräten. Er fixierte meine Beine an zwei Eisenringen im Boden, dann band er meine Hände an den Knöcheln fest. Ich stand jetzt, völlig wehrlos, in gebückter Haltung vor ihm. Dann begann er meinen Hintern zu streicheln.

“Weißt du, ich gebe jedem meiner Gäste die Chance freizukommen. Alles was du dafür tun musst, ist in den nächsten 5 Minuten keinen Steifen zu bekommen.” Ich verstand überhaupt nicht was er meinte. Seine Hand fasste den Bund meiner Boxer-Shorts, das einzige Kleidungsstück das ich seit meiner Ankunft hier getragen hatte, und streifte sie ab. Langsam begann ich zu ahnen was er wollte und versuchte die Fesseln loszuwerden aber es war hoffnungslos. Plötzlich fühlte ich die heisse Zunge des anderen über die Innenseite meiner Schenkel gleiten. Langsam fuhr sie nach oben, bis sie meinen Sack erreichte. Dort stoppte sie eine Sekunde, dann fuhr sie über meine Eier, was mir wider Willen ein leises Stöhnen entlockte. Nachdem die Zunge für c.a. eine Minute mit meinen Hoden gespielt hatte glitt sie zurück und begann den äussersten Rand meiner Rosette zu lecken. bursa escort Er spielte noch ungefähr eine Minute mit meinem Arschloch, dann war mein Penis steif hart wie Stein. Lachend richtete er sich auf: “Ich glaube du hast den Test nicht bestanden. Ich würde dich ja so gerne ficken aber ich habe leider einen Kunden der für jungfräuliche Ärsche Unmengen Geld auf den Tisch legt.”

Wenige Minuten später war ich auf dem Rücken auf einem Tisch fixiert. Die Arme über den Kopf, die Knie bis zur Brust gezogen. Die Tür öffnete sich und herein kam ein Mann den ich auf 55 schätzte, in Anzug und Krawatte. Er kam zum Tisch hinüber und begann sofort meinen Schwanz und meinen Sack zu befummeln. Ich versuchte mich gegen meine Fesseln zu wehren aber es war auch diesmal nutzlos. Erschreckt stellte ich fest, dass mein Penis ganz offensichtlich auf seine Stimulationen reagierte und schon wieder steif wurde. Mein Besucher war aber noch lange nicht zufrieden und machte weiter bis meine vollen 17cm im rechten Winkel von meinem Bauch abstanden.

Mit einem zufriedenen Lächeln machte er sich nun daran meinen Hintereingang zu bearbeiten. Erst nur mit der Zunge, dann fühlte ich wie sich sein Zeigefinger gegen mein Analloch presste und schliesslich langsam in mich hineinglitt. Er begann mich mit seinem Finger zu ficken und nahm bald noch einen zweiten hinzu. Ich begann fast zu weinen vor Wut, denn mein Schwanz zuckte vor Lust. Schliesslich liess er von mir ab und öffnete seine Hose aus der er einen 20 cm langen Prügel befreite. Genüsslich rieb er ihn vor meinem Gesicht gründlich mit Gleitmittel ein bevor er sich wieder zum anderen Ende des Tisches begab und damit begann seine dicke Eichel um meine Rosette zu fahren. Dann zog er meine Arschbacken so weit auseinander wie möglich und ich fühlte wie sein Schwanz immer stärker gegen meinen After drückte.

Ich versuchte mich ein letztes Mal aus meiner Fesselung zu befreien aber es war Ausichtslos. Ich spürt wie seine Eichel sich an meinem Schliessmuskel vorbeidrückte und hörte ihn aufstöhnen, als er langsam seine ganzen 20 cm in meinem Arsch versenkte. Ich stöhnte auf. Ich wollte es nicht, aber obwohl die Prozedur mit Schmerz verbunden war raste die Lust durch meinen Körper. Er zog sich wieder zurück und steigerte langsam sein Tempo. Je schneller er wurde desto erregter wurde ich und nach kurzer Zeit stöhnte ich schon wie ein billiger Stricher und versuchte so viel wie nur irgend möglich in meinen Hintern zu bekommen. Kurz bevor er kam streichelte er ein paarmal über meinen Penis was mich sogleich meinen Saft über meinen Brustkorb und mein Gesicht spritzen liess während sich meine erste warme Ladung Sperma in meinen Darm ergoss…

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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.

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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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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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He was gay and I was newly reborn as a bi-sexual man. He was black and I am white – very white – although I do tan fairly well when I get a chance to expose my flesh to the sun. I was in my forties when I met him. We connected on line in a forum that no longer exists. I think it was called “Pink Pages” or something like that. It was a regional hook-up website in the early days of such things.

I had, as I said, just re-discovered my interest in sex with men. I’d had several experiences as a teenager, but after I went to college, got lucky with a number of women, and eventually got married I dismissed those high school episodes as an excess of hormones. Then, in my forties, I began to think differently. Thanks to the internet I had access to discussions and stories that rekindled my interest in both homoerotica and sex with other men.

My wife, of course, was and remains blissfully ignorant to this day that her husband of nearly four decades is bisexual. She would (and I know this will sound trite) never understand. It would hurt her deeply if she knew. Don’t for one moment believe that I haven’t had more than a few guilty feelings about this. We’ll leave that discussion for another blog entry, shall we?

So, I was perusing and fantasizing about the listings on line and while I was doing so, my own listing was likewise being perused, and presumably fantasized about. I had hooked up, very carefully, with a couple of other men in similar circumstances, and had found the experiences (mostly) enjoyable; enough so that I continued my pursuit of sexual satisfaction with other men. I had discovered a taste for semen and a predilection for being penetrated, anally. I preferred being with men who liked to “make out” and who appreciated the value of foreplay. I had a few negative experiences, but, again, those are, perhaps, stories for another blog entry. I also had a “gum job” and men, let me tell you, if you ever get a chance to get your cock sucked by someone who has a full set of upper and lower dentures, by all means do it. It’s unbelievable.

I’ll call him Phil, short for Philippe. Phil was from a city about 300 miles away from where I live, but it was a city to which I traveled on business fairly frequently. He responded to my internet listing with an e-mail suggesting we should get to know each other better. I agreed. No pictures had been exchanged at this point. I am not a “size queen” that is to say I do not choose my partners by measuring their endowment, and I hope my partners feel the same. I’m more interested in the mind because it is a much better barometer of the quality of the sex than mere physical attributes.

We exchanged a number of e-mails over the next few days and, as it happened, I was about to spend a week in the city where Phil lived. We agreed that we should meet to see if we wanted to take things further. I was excited at the prospect of a new lover and by the fact that I would, possibly, get some “action” on this trip.

We had agreed to meet on a certain street corner near a certain large Midwestern university at a certain time. I told him what I would be wearing and gave him a general physical description. I did not ask for one in return. A little mystery is good for any romance.

“Jim?” The voice was rich and flavored with spice. I turned and saw a well built man of medium height and about my age, or so it seemed, broad in the shoulders, and solid throughout. And black.

“Phil?” I don’t care who you are, if you are meeting someone for the first time and suddenly discover that they are of a different race, you WILL react. He must have seen something in my face, though I tried hard to keep my expression as neutral as possible. He smiled.

“Surprised?”

“Yes, a little,” I responded honestly.

“Good, you didn’t lie.”

We both laughed and shook hands.

“Let’s go for a walk,” Phil said.

I don’t know what I had been expecting, but this was not it. He gently took my arm and steered me in the direction of a walking path along a lake that bordered the University. I should mention that this meeting took place at night. We walked in the darkness quite a ways. We came to a secluded area and sat down. I thought he might make a move. I was certainly tempted to. I was horny as hell and would have liked at least a kiss. But, no, it was conversation.

“How do you feel right now, Jim?”

“How do I feel about what?”

“How do you feel about sitting here in a secluded place with a black man you only just met an hour ago?”

“Are you asking me if I feel threatened or unsafe?”

“Do you?”

“No.” I didn’t amplify the answer. Anything more than my simple statement would have seemed a lie, and my “no” was an honest response. In that 60 minute conversation (had it been that long?) we had gotten to know each other a little and I was completely comfortable in his presence. I should say that my dealings with other races had, to this point, consisted almost exclusively to a few friendships with Native Americans growing up near a reservation, and some bursa eskortlar acquaintances in college from the “Black Student Union.”

“Just no?”

“Just no. Not every white man automatically stereotypes every black man as a thug or a criminal.”

“Touche.”

He got up and we began to walk back to where we had started. He had been pointing out various places along the trail that he identified as cruising spots. I was new enough to the game at that point not to completely understand what he meant. I did later, however, and it eventually proved fatal to our friendship. I do not cruise and I do not, knowingly, have sex with people who do. But I digress…

I had hoped that we would end the evening horizontal and superimposed. Phil had other plans. He asked me if I would like to go with him to a nature preserve the next day, a Saturday, and I said I would. He said he would pick me up at my hotel at one o’clock. We shook hands again and parted company. It was the strangest first date I have ever had.

The next day came and I made my preparations carefully. I wanted to be ready for anything. I was as clean as I could be, inside and out, freshly shaved, and smelling like (I hoped) someone who was expecting to get laid. I was dressed casually for the outdoors and carried a jacket against the vagaries of weather in this part of the country.

As it happened, it was one of those “Indian Summer” days we get in the northern latitudes – a day of temperatures in the 70’s after the first hard frost of October. Phil’s van pulled into the portico of the hotel, I got in, and we were off. To say that there were butterflies in my stomach would be an understatement.

We drove out into the country and parked in the lot of a local nature preserve. Phil led me to another trail and we walked. Perhaps he thought I needed the exercise – I wasn’t in the best of shape, but I hadn’t planned on entering any triathlons either. I was enjoying myself, however, as the conversation was excellent, the day was beautiful, and there was the prospect of sex at the end of it.

He asked me if I’d like to come over to his place for some iced tea or something, and I must have sounded pretty eager, because he laughed at me. We got into the van again and continued talking all the way to his modest house in a modest neighborhood. And then, he did a strange thing.

“Would you mind ducking down when we get close to my driveway? I’d rather not have anyone see me bringing a man into the house.”

I thought this a rather odd request, but I, hoping to get laid, was in full compliance mode, and as we turned into his street, I hid myself until the garage door closed behind us. Once inside his home, we sat for a while in the sun dappled shade of his screened in back porch sipping iced tea. And, finally, the conversation came around to sex.

“How did you discover you liked men?” he asked.

That got the ball rolling. I told him about my high school experiences and the long interlude during which I hadn’t thought about men at all.

“The bottom line for me is that I like sex, and I’m more interested in what’s between my partner’s ears than what’s between my partner’s legs,” I said.

Phil smiled. He told me his own story. He’d been married – his wife had died of cancer a few years earlier – but had always known he was more into men than women.

“What do you like to do?” he asked.

“I like to kiss.”

“So do I.”

We stood up, by now having moved into his living room, and we embraced, our lips meeting for the first time. My cock was rock hard, as it had been for most of the day. Our bodies pressed against each other as we explored one another’s mouths. I could feel a bulge in his jeans and it was substantial. I hoped he wouldn’t laugh at mine, which was considerably smaller.

I have rather large lips – a number of women have commented on how kissable they look – and so did Phil. We enjoyed our kiss. We both tasted of tea and lemon. I was breathing his scent and it was a heady aroma of cotton that’s been in the fresh air, the clean sweat of honest exertion, and subtle cologne. I was becoming intoxicated as the kiss went on. His hands found my ass and squeezed. I moaned into his mouth. I could feel him smiling against my lips. I thought I might spontaneously ejaculate. I wanted to be naked with this man, and I wanted it to be soon.

Phil maneuvered me, never breaking the kiss, down a short hallway to his bedroom, before pressing me on my back against the chenille spread of his double bed. He got a leg between mine and we began to grind against each other as our passion grew. My hands were moving up and down Phil’s back, cupping his muscular ass cheeks, pulling him more tightly to me.

I should say, at this point, that I hadn’t had a cock in my ass for more than 20 years. But I had never wanted anything more in my life to that point than Phil’s cock in my ass, and I was not planning on leaving this little bungalow until I’d had it.

Frankly, I don’t think Phil was planning bursa bayan escort on letting me leave until he’d ploughed my furrow either, so we were of one accord on that issue without it ever being raised.

The dry humping was becoming borderline uncomfortable and I longed to feel his skin against my own. I broke the kiss, which seemed to have gone on for hours but had only been minutes, and whispered “let’s get naked.” He looked down at me and smiled.

“Groovy,” he said, laughing.

He got up off the bed and began stripping. I did the same. I’d like to say that we undressed each other and kissed each area of exposed flesh as it came into view, but that would be more literary embroidery than I’m comfortable with so I’ll stick with what actually happened. Phil was not “cut” in the sense that he didn’t have six pack abs, “guns” or a lot of exposed muscular ridges. But, he was in reasonable shape for a middle aged man, whereas I was not, by any stretch of the imagination, in shape. Phil didn’t care. I was relieved.

“You’re in better shape than your description made it seem,” he said, taking me back into his arms and claiming my mouth once more. He was clearly the top in this scenario and I was content to bottom for him as long as I got some quality time with his cock, preferably inside me.

We were on the bed again, this time on our sides facing each other and trying to work out the geometry of arms and legs as we attempted to re-engage. Now, I could feel his cock against me. It was hot. The tip was wet with precum. And it was large. Not monster-sized. Phil wasn’t a freak of nature by any means. But he had to be at least 8 inches and thick.

I got a hand between our bodies and worked it down Phil’s belly until I could get a grip on the prize I sought. Oh my…it was lovely. Warm and hard and thick; it throbbed in my hands as I gently caressed it. Phil hissed his pleasure into my ear as he licked the lobe, causing me to tremble with pleasure. I love having my ears kissed and licked (I share that info in case any of you ever has occasion to need to know this).

“Phil,” I breathed, “I want this (indicating his dick with a gentle squeeze) in my ass.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. But you’ll need to take it slow. No one’s been there since I was 17, and this (again squeezing his endowment gently) is bigger than anything I’ve ever had back there.”

He looked into my eyes and then he kissed me again. “I’ll be gentle, my little white virgin,” he whispered, smiling.

I kissed my way down his chest, spending some quality time with his nipples, which he enjoyed, and eventually found myself faced with my very first (and as it turned out, only) black cock. It looked enormous. I had seen a lot of porn and all the men are hung, but when it’s right there in front of you, 7 or 8 inches looks like a tree trunk.

And then there was the scent. Each of us has a unique scent, but there are racial differences as well. It must be something genetic. I’m not going to speculate. I was inhaling his musk and it was a heady mix of sweat and pheromones. My cock was throbbing and drooling. I was responding to Phil like I hadn’t responded to another human being in quite some time.

A drop of clear liquid appeared at the end of Phil’s cock and I stuck out my tongue and licked it. It was salty and slippery and tasted good. I wanted more. I inhaled the head of Phil’s cock and as much of the shaft as I could manage licking and sucking it for all I was worth. I was not the most experienced cock sucker, but I made up for it with enthusiasm and the ability to keep my teeth from brushing the sensitive skin of my partner’s equipment. And, having a set of full lips was an advantage.

Phil groaned as I began seriously fellating him, coordinating my mouth movements with hand strokes. I was kneeling next to him entirely focused on his cock and his pleasure. I jerked in surprise and missed a stroke as I felt his hand caressing my ass. I regained my composure quickly and only moaned around his thick slab of black man meat when I felt him begin to gently stroke my balls, weighing them in his hand and gently manipulating them with his fingers. Soon he was stroking me gently as I continued to suck him.

I felt him pulling at my hips, maneuvering me into the classic soixante-neuf position, and then his warm mouth captured my hard, dripping, cock to the root. I nearly came on the spot, which, of course, would have ruined everything.

I attacked his cock with renewed vigor, pausing occasionally to lick and suck his balls, which seemed to please him based on his responses. I took as much of his meat missile into my face as I could on each stroke, but owing to a rather trigger happy gag reflex on my part it wasn’t as much as I would have liked. I wanted to swallow that black fleshy spear. I wanted to look down and see his balls at the edge of my lips. But my hand did for an extra bit of depth and was soon sliding up and down on a copious bed of my saliva in concert with my lips and tongue.

My nostrils were full of the smell of Phil’s crotch, just as I knew his were full of mine. We were both bent on enjoyment, neither of us, as far as I knew, thinking about the fact that he was black and I was white. We were two men in the throes of passion enjoying each other’s physicality. Period. Later, I would think about other aspects of this encounter – was my enjoyment heightened by the racial aspect? – but now, what I cared about was that I had a cock in my mouth and my cock was similarly engaged at the other side of the bed.

“Please, Phil,” I gasped as I pulled my face off of his penis, “I need to feel you in my ass.”

He stopped sucking my cock, releasing it from his mouth.

“Mmmm…I like that idea.”

I rolled away from him and just lay there, looking at his body as he rolled the other way and reached into his night stand for a tube of KY jelly (which shows you how long ago this was).

My cock was pumping out a steady stream of precum. I was, as one of my friends would put it, terminally excited. My whole body felt like a cock in terms of how I was absorbing the pleasure of being naked with another man – another human being.

“Roll over on your belly,” Phil ordered. Well, “ordered” would be a strong word. He just told me what to do and it made sense, so I did it.

I rolled over and humped up my ass by way of further invitation.

“Spread your cheeks for me, Jim. Show me that ass.”

I moaned a little as I reached back, my face now buried in the chenille, and spread my ass wide with both hands. I was now completely exposed to Phil, my most intimate parts on display. I was glad I’d spent some time on personal grooming…

The next sensation I felt was cold. Phil hadn’t warmed up the KY and when he dropped a glob of it on my anus I gasped. It was like having an ice cube touch me there. His finger began warming and spreading the lubricant. The second dose found me ready for the sensation and I moaned as he worked first one and then two fingers very carefully and slowly past the portals of my nether opening. He was not miserly with the KY either. Again and again he put more of the slippery stuff on and in me.

“Oh, god, Phil, I think I’m ready,” I finally moaned in semi-frustration at his finger teasing. He chuckled.

“OK, you lube me up and get me ready. I want you to see what’s going in there.”

He moved around on the bed until he had his cock pointed right at my face again. I scrambled to my knees and took the tube of KY from his hands. I squeezed out a big glob into my left hand and then put my right hand over it, warming the lube a little before I gripped his cock in both hands and began to stroke it, covering his big black dick with KY in the process. I added some KY again and made sure every inch of Phil’s cock was covered. It was shiny and throbbing, gently bobbing up and down in front of me. It was time.

“I think that should do it, don’t you?” I asked.

Phil kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as if in mockery or imitation of what his cock was about to do to my asshole. I almost came, spontaneously and without being touched, before that kiss ended. Phil handed me some tissues and I wiped the excess KY from my hands and just looked at him, waiting for whatever was going to happen next to happen.

“Turn around white boy,” Phil said with good humor, “and get your ass spread wide for some black cock. You ever had a black cock in your white ass?”

“No. Yours will be the first,” I managed to gasp out as I battled to keep from exploding all over the bed spread. His words enflamed me. I wanted him to talk more like that but wasn’t sure how to ask. He had broached the racial subject and I suddenly found that it turned me on like crazy.

I got into position and spread my ass cheeks wide open – as wide as I could get them. He put one last dollop of KY on the opening and then I felt him moving into position behind me.

“C’mon, Phil, fuck my white ass with that big black cock. Make me your little white bitch,” I moaned, egging him on.

“Whoooo-eeee,” he laughed. “What we have here is a case of buck fever, for sure. Well, get ready, ’cause here comes your black daddy.”

I felt the blunt end of his dick touch my asshole and I gasped with pleasure. Then came the steady, relentless, pressure as he pushed against me. He was gentle yet implacable as he worked the big mushroom shaped head of his cock past my anal sphincter. I knew enough to bear down as if I was having a difficult bowel movement and all of a sudden, with a burst of pain, I felt the head of his cock breach my defenses and his thick shaft was soon sliding inside.

He took his time. It took me a moment to get my breathing back under control. I won’t kid you – when he pushed that thing into my ass, even with all the lube, and all the finger prep, it hurt like a sonuvabitch. He was 8 inches long and thick. The flare on his cock head was big, making it the widest part of his equipment, and when he managed to pop the head through my anal ring I felt every millimeter of its width and thickness stretching me in ways I’d never been stretched before. Now, of course, I have toys even bigger than Phil’s cock, but at the time it was like I was a virgin and he’d just popped my cherry.

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The rest of the week caused her to ride the emotional roller coaster. She had no idea who was behind this and knew there was no way out. At times it caused panic and at other times total lust. With her husband out late and traveling, many times she masturbated watching the first video as well as to the video of her first time in the bathroom.

—

The following Tuesday no small package arrived in the morning mail. She felt both relief and disappointment.

Early that afternoon a ring at the door caught her attention where she found a large package addressed to her. Excitement and fear gripped her. She rushed in and opened the package.

There was an invitation, clothes, and a DVD.

She began removing the clothes from the package. A thin white button-down oxford, a short plaid pleated mini skirt, a red g-string, white thigh highs with a white garter belt.

She opened the invitation —

YOUR SERVICES ARE REQUIRED AT THE MASQUERADE EVENT AT

269 3RD AVE

9:00 PM SHARP

ATTIRE:

ONLY THE ITEMS IN THE BOX PLUS 4 INCH BLACK HEELS YOU MUST PROVIDE.

WEAR YOUR HAIR IN A PONYTAIL

GO TO VIP SECTION THE HOSTESS WILL POSITION YOU TO FULFILL YOUR NEEDS.

NO RSVP — YOU WANT AND WILL BE THERE.

She shivered at the thought of the possible events that she would be required to do. It was excellent timing that her husband was away on business for the week.

Lana grabbed the DVD hastily placing it in the player, removed her pants and lay on the couch. She hit play.

Lana watched in awe of what she saw on the screen. Almost movie like with multiple angles she watched five guys with masks fuck her. These strangers used her, and this brought the lust out in her. Lana came three times watching herself being abused in the bathroom.

She got dressed in the clothes from the package and left for the address in the invitation. Upon arriving she knocked on the double glass doors. Lana was self-conscious about how to see through the thin white shirt with no bra. She could plainly see her dark nipples through the shirt. A man in a costume mask answered the door.

“May I help you?” he asked sincerely, looking at the sex woman.

“Ah, yes. Um I was told to be here at 9 pm and to speak with the hostess in the VIP section” she said somewhat unsure.

“Excellent, follow me,” he said, leading the way.

The doors lead into a larger art gallery. It was well lit with many standing sculptures and paintings throughout. They passed a bar and hors d’oeuvres and a wait staff. The wait staff consisted of mostly bare-chested women with black skirts and matching masks. The man led her up the stairs to a loft where a woman in a mask greeted them.

“She is here for you,” the man said to the sharply dressed woman.

“Excellent” she responded as the man departed down the stairs.

“You are here to serve, is that correct?” the tall woman asked.

“Yes, I am,” Lana said nervously.

“Great the party will begin shortly, and I need you in position, follow me” she said walking towards the rear of the loft.

They entered the woman’s bathroom. It was big and clean. It had a large well-lit vanity and one toilet. Next to the toilet angled out from the corner was a padded bench the same height as the toilet. In the corner were stirrups and two cloth straps from below.

“Please lie down with your feet in the stirrups” the hostess said.

Lana slowly moved towards the bench and sat down. She spun around and slid so her feet were in the stirrups and placing her head towards the center of the room.

“Slide down a bit,” the host said, kneeling next to the bench. This forced Lana to bend her knees to fit properly on the bench as the hostess took the straps below and secured Lana in place. She then took a blindfold, placing it firmly over Lana’s eyes.

“Just relax, you have a long night ahead of you,” said the hostess.

The hostess moved around the room apparently rearranging several things before leaving.

Lana lay there and waited.

Eventually the door opened again. She could hear the clicking of high heels and then the movement of clothes moving followed by bursa bayan eskort spray of pee into the toilet. Lana could hear the labor in her own breath as excitement built deep inside her loins thinking about a woman peeing in the room she laid vulnerably.

Lana sensed the person near her.

“I guess you’re the toilet paper” the woman said as she straddled Lana’s face.

The woman that peed pulled Lana by her ponytail lifting her head to meet the woman’s damp piss pussy. Lana extended her tongue finding pussy with a long stroke. Her tongue divided the woman’s pussy and for the first time she tasted a pussy other than her own. It was tart and with a mix of fresh bitter urine taste.

“Mmmmmm” purred the woman, “that feels nice.”

Lana continued to lap at the pussy presented to her. She knew how she wished her husband would eat her pussy and did her best to perform it on the woman above her.

The unidentified woman slowly began to grind Lana’s face as the slightly damp pussy became slick with the woman’s juices. The woman shifted gears; her breath quickly became ragged as she now fucked Lana’s face.

“Oh, that’s it you little toilet whore, eat my pussy” the woman spat as her orgasm neared.

Lana attempted to lick as the woman humped her face. The woman tensed and spasmed as her orgasm arrived, coating Lana’s face and filling her nostrils with slick pussy juice.

“Oh God that felt good” the woman purred, “I love being the first to use the cleaner.”

The woman removed herself from Lana’s face, apparently dressed and left a short time later.

The next several women to use the bathroom repeated the act of the first woman. They varied slightly, mostly in taste but all of them rode Lana’s face to an orgasm and then left.

The first to vary was the fifth unidentified woman. It started similarly in that she peed in the toilet however she was the first to sit on Lana’s face looking towards the corner.

She let Lana lick her pussy and sniff her asshole for a bit before pulling Lana’s skirt up. All the pussy eating had an effect on Lana’s own pussy. Her panties were soaked with a large wet spot. The woman ran her finger up the outside of Lana’s wet panties splitting her lips. Lana groaned as she deeply needed to be touched. The woman teased Lana by repeating this several times. Lana panted as she ate the woman’s pussy.

Lana began to grind her hips to add pressure on her clit hoping the woman would allow her to cum.

The woman stopped much to the chagrin of Lana. Next the woman turned her attention to Lana’s tits. She could clearly see Lana’s dark hard nipples through the sheer material of the shirt. Through the outside of the shirt, she roughly kneed Lana’s tits. Lana could feel the orgasm slowly building. The woman unbuttoned Lana’s shirt having direct contact to Lana’s tits. She continued to paw roughly at them, pulling and twisting Lana’s eraser hard nipples. Lana responded with deep muffled moans into the woman’s pussy.

The woman enjoyed teasing the cleaner as she rode her face. She reached forward and slid her hand down the front of Lana’s panties causing Lana to haunch her hips and allowing the stranger to slip her fingers into her pussy. The woman did just that, curving two fingers and allowing them to slide in and out curved to make certain she rubbed Lana’s clit and g-spot.

Watching Lana’s reaction to the fingering caused the woman to cum coating Lana’s face. Lana allowed the woman to finish her orgasm and was about to begin her own when the woman abruptly got off of her.

“Oh fuck, you’re not just going to leave me without cumming?” Lana whined.

“Slut you’re the fuckin’ toilet paper, you’re not her to be pleased” rebutted the woman.

‘Oh God” Lana pleaded, “Please let me cum, please!”

The woman said nothing before she left.

Lana laid there completely frustrated, grinding her hips into the air to no avail.

It was a few minutes before the next stranger entered. This woman never went to the bathroom rather straight over to Lana. She backed over Lana with her hand wrapped around her back reaching to cover her pussy. Lana felt the back of her hand pulling away as the new woman straddled her face.

“Open up” the woman directed.

Lana did as she was told. The woman pushed and squeezed her pussy muscles forcing a load of cum from her cunt into Lana’s mouth and onto her face. The salty cum took Lana by surprise, a much-welcomed surprise. After the first large load of cum filled her mouth, the new woman grabbed Lana by her hair and fucked face. The mix of seaman and pussy juice was a desirable combination as Lana licked the woman to a quick orgasm.

The next woman that entered was the hostess. She untied Lana.

“You have a five-minute break. You are not to leave the room, so stretch, go to the bathroom, clean yourself up. I’ll be back soon” she said matter-of-factly.

Lana turned around on the bench and faced the room. As the door closed behind the Hostess, Lana bursa escort bayan shoved her hand down the front of her panties plunged two fingers into her wet pussy. She tilted on the bench lifting one leg off the floor pumping three fingers into her twat. It did not take long for Lana to cum. A thick white cream of cum now coated her fingers and lined her panties. She instinctively licked the cream off her fingers.

She was unsure how much of the five minutes she used before walking over to the mirror. She grabbed a linen cloth and wiped her face. She blew her nose since it was full of pussy juice. Lana looked at the wreck in the mirror and attempted to fix herself up. Quickly she sat on the toilet and peed. The sound of piss splashing in the water triggered her deviant lustful side which took over. She dipped her fingers into the stream of piss and licked them. Her piss was bitter like the others. She did it again.

‘Fuck what is wrong with me’ race briefly through her head. She did it again, catching the last few dribbles. After cleaning her fingers, she shoved two of them into her wet twat.

“Ohhhh, Fuck” she groaned.

Lana pumped quickly several times before cleaning her fingers. She shoved them back into her twat. Rapidly she pumped, God she wanted to cum again, she was close when the Hostess entered the bathroom. This disturbance threw Lana off rhythm.

“You can stop now” the Hostess said in a calm tone, “You’re not here for you, you have a job to do now get back in position.”

Lana wanted to complain but knew she was in no position to do so. With no fuss Lana got back into position on the bench. She had no idea how long she had been there but knew it had been a while.

“You need to work faster here, a line is forming, and these are our VIPs and deserve quick service. Do you understand?” the hostess asked.

“Yes,” replied Lana.

The door opened immediately and obviously two younger women entered.

“Oh, fuck I gotta pee” said one of them.

“Me first,” said the other.

The first said, “I can’t believe they only have one toilet in the VIP section.”

“Use her” said the second as she peed into the toilet.

The first girl took the advice of hiking her skirt up and straddling Lana’s face. Lana could not believe this was happening.

“Open your mouth piss hole and I’ll tell you when to swallow” said the girl above her who obviously enjoyed the power of control.

The girl spread her pussy and let out a quick short accurate spurt landing mostly in Lana’s mouth.

“Swallow,” she said.

Lana did so and gagged as the warm pee ran down her throat.

“Open,” the girl said.

Lana did as she was told. The second squirt was longer and just as accurate close to filling Lana’s whole mouth.

The girl said with a huge smile.

The girl on the toilet giggled, stinging Lana with more embarrassment than she could have ever imagined.

“Open.”

“Swallow”

“Open.”

“Swallow”

“Open.”

“Swallow”

Lana could not believe how much piss she was drinking. Finally the girl sat her pussy down on Lana’s face to be cleaned. Lana made no haste in trying to get the girls out of there.

They left and the next woman passed the toilet pushing more semen into her mouth from her pussy. Lana licked her clean quickly.

The party must have been getting into full swing as Lana swallowed several loads of cum directly from pussies.

The next woman entered and faced the corner. Lana extended her tongue touching the woman’s lips.

“Lick my asshole cunt” she moaned.

Lana did as she was told. She could feel the woman relaxing and constricting her asshole. The woman began rubbing her clit and assaulting Lana’s tits.

“Lick my asshole slut, lick it” she groaned.

Lana did dart her tongue in and out combined with swirling it. With a final push from the woman a load of cum dripped from her asshole into Lana’s mouth. She swallowed it before she knew what it was. The woman pushed another stream of cum before wet farts sprayed cum onto Lana’s face.

Lana lost count of the number of cream pies she received. As the night moved on the kinkier the bathroom patrons got.

One woman sat on the toilet masturbating as Lana licked and sucked her toes. Another removed her shoe and fucked Lana with the long thick heel, only to stop before Lana could cum.

Overall, Lana had two women who were squirters drench her body in their juices, four women that pissed in her mouth, ate countless numbers of pussies and assholes, and swallowed more cum the she had in her whole life.

Finally, the Hostess entered the bathroom. She untied Lana from the bench and assisted her up. She strapped a collar around Lana’s neck and used a short chain to lead the blindfolded woman from the bathroom. Lana knew she must have looked like a mess.

Lana could hear the large gathering of people as the catcalls were directed at her.

“Your featured chug race is about to begin” barked the announcer.

Lana was lead down on her knees. She landed on a soft pillow. A sharp smack made her kneel erect. Someone pulled her shirt off exposing her large breasts to the crowd.

“Remove their blindfolds” came the next announcement.

Lana knelt next to another woman who was in similar disarray. Lana noticed the large crowd of people surrounding the lower section she was in. It must have been 2 or three people deep around the edge, more than a hundred people. The girl next to her had around her neck a collar marked “2”. Lana assumed she was number 1.

Hanging directly before the two women was a hollowed-out dildo with a clear hose that led upwards. The hose was about 5 feet long and attached to a clear cylinder filled with white substance to the “24” mark. Lana was unsure what the ’24’ stood for, possibly men or ounces but assumed it must be cum after the evening’s events.

In between the two marked ’24’ stood a larger cylinder marked ’36’ and filled with white cream as well.

“Both sluts will chug the full load!” the man in the mask announced. The crowd cheered.

“The winner will be promoted for the next event; the loser will continue to be a dirty ass bottom feeder tonight and at the next event!” came the announcement. Again the crowd cheered.

“Sluts, take your cocks” directed the masked announcer.

Both girls hesitantly grabbed the hanging dildos. Lana held hers up and saw the unobstructed tube near the head of the dildo. A quick flash of her college years made her recall she could never funnel a beer much less a large amount of cum.

“Put the cocks in your mouth and blow them like you mean it” announced the masked man. The crowd went crazy.

Both girls sucked the dildos like they were blowing men.

The announcer began acting like he was on the receiving end, “Oh yeah! Suck my cock you filthy whore! Suck it! Oh fuck that’s it! Yes that’s it you fuck pigs, suck my cock! I’m close! Oh yeah! Oh Fuck! Here I CUMMMMMM!” he hollered, hitting the release on the cylinders of cum.

Gravity forced the thick seaman to slide quickly down the clear tubes. It filled Lana’s mouth quickly. She tried to swallow but it was coming down too quickly causing some to spill out her mouth and onto her tits. Lana swallowed the best she could.

The crowd cheered as Lana’s opponent finished all the cum in her tube first. Lana swallowed the rest of hers as the jubilation for the other girl rang loud.

The crowd turned on Lana, “Bottom Feeder! Bottom Feeder!” they chanted.

“OK, OK” the announcer said, attempting to calm the crowd, “Bring number two up here as she is the winner and Number one is the disgraceful LOSER!”

Lana was embarrassed; she never liked to lose. She lost sight of the position she was in.

They brought the winner up next to the level where the cylinders were located.

“It is your turn to feed the bottom feeder, get on all fours!” the mask man directed number 2.

Lana watched with strange curiosity. They took the dildo from the cylinder marked ’36’. It was a larger dildo than the ’24’ dildo and forced it into a girl’s asshole. The crowd approved.

The masked man pumped the dildo in her asshole as the girl played with her own pussy. She was close to an orgasm. Lana wished she could cum too.

The dildo worked deeper and deeper, the girl screamed as the orgasm took hold. The masked man released the ’36’ container. The cum raced down the tube filling her asshole with cum.

The masked man removed the dildo from her ass while having her pinch her cheeks. He removed the tube connected to the cylinder and attached a funnel in its place. The masked man let the dildo fall down before Lana. It dawned on her that she was the bottom feeder.

“Bottom Feeder! Bottom Feeder” the crowd chanted.

“Do you want to see the bottom feeder eat!” the masked man hollered!

The crowd cheered.

“Start sucking!” he commanded Lana.

Lana grabbed the dildo before her and placed it in her mouth. She could taste the other contestant’s ass as she began to suck on the dirty dildo. Several of the men in the crowd entered the pit she was in, stroking their fully erect cocks.

Lana worked the dildo!

“Is she ready!” He asked.

“Yes!” cheered the crowd.

The number 2 girl squatted as the man placed the funnel under her asshole. The girl pushed, then used her finger to get it started. The cum streamed out of her asshole into the funnel. Lana watched it work its way down the tube. The ass enema was the bottom feeders’ meal. Lana swallowed every last bit of ass cum filling her belly.

As the last bit of cum filled her mouth, the men that entered the pit began cumming on her body, hair, and face.

Lana was coated with cum. After the last load defiled Lana, the hostess reattached the leash to the collar dragging her to her feet. Lana stumbled behind the hostess in just her garter belt, stockings, heels, and a coat of cum.

Lana followed the hostess and before she realized the hostess shoved her out the emergency exit into the alley.

“Here are your fuckin keys” the hostess tossed them in the dark alley.

Following behind the hostess, which went unnoticed by Lana, was her husband Tom videoing the night’s events.

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– Thanks for the comments and plot suggestions – feedback makes the writing time worthwhile – This chapter gets a bit silly –

Mary dove into housework when she got home, furiously cooking and cleaning to keep her mind occupied. If she stopped even for a moment she would think back to the cafe. She managed to make dinner, clean the toilets and do two loads of washing in the two hours before school pickup.

Then she was back into mommy mode.

It wasn’t until she got into bed that she thought about it again, as soon as she relaxed she got horny, recalling that she’d been made to piss for orgasm, or the other way round. She couldn’t help touching herself, almost instantly wet.

Her husband came in, “So, how was you’re lunch with Melanie?”

“Umm, it was good!” Mary replied, not really knowing what to say. “She’s very beautiful.”

He had walked into their ensuite. “She sure is!” he called back, and started brushing his teeth.

“I knew she was hot from the photos, but in real life she is seriously stunning.” Mary added.

“Mmhmm,” he husband agreed.

“She was tall and so graceful,” Mary couldn’t help swooning, she was picturing Melanie as she’d first seen her at the cafe.

Her husband spat and rinsed, “I’m a lucky guy, not many men get to be with a woman like that. It’s like making love to a goddess.”

Mary could see him smiling to himself in the mirror and felt a familiar pang of jealousy, knowing full well who he was comparing her to. She was comparing herself too.

“Why don’t you roll over and turn out the light,” he said as he pulled back the covers and hopped in.

Mary did. That was the extent of foreplay these days.

She was already wet, so it didn’t really matter.

She felt him pull up her nightie and smack her bare bottom. Gabbing a handful and jiggling her fullness. They both lay on their sides, almost spooning. She could feel him wanking gently, helping to get himself hard.

“Stick it out for me.”

She wriggled her bottom back and arched some more. Making her ass big and round back there.

He re-gripped her bottom, little finger just on the edge of her wetness. Lifting that side up to spread her a little. She felt him line up.

“Ahhh,” he sighed as he stuffed it in. She could tell he wasn’t quite hard.

She felt it pulse and grow. Her slick sleeve was good for getting him fully erect.

He began humping gently, pumping it up inside her.

The familiar full feeling of her husband’s fat cock helped Mary relax.

He pulled it all the way out and then put it all back in.

“That is some good pussy.”

Mary smiled at the compliment and the sensation of being filled.

She was quiet, holding her bottom out for him as he started to thrust. Silently begging for this treatment. Trying to be good for his big hard dick.

“She has the most beautiful hair,” she whispered.

“Mmm,” grunted her husband as he grasped a handfull of her own blond bob with his free hand. Mary felt like she’d been saddled up for a ride. One hand on her reins and a good grip on her bottom.

Her pussy softened unconsciously as he began to fuck. Feeling more and more like a hot-holed pleasure pony, Mary’s fingers trailed down to her clit, her submission stoked her arousal.

“She has such long legs,” Mary couldn’t help herself, she imagined herself kneeling and looking up Melanie’s achingly long legs.

Her husband picked up the pace, clearly happy with a quickie.

“That’s right darling, I’ve got a gorgeous girlfriend and a nice soft wife to fuck while I think about her.”

He didn’t need encouragement anymore. In the last 6 months it had become pretty obvious that fucking other women turned Mary on. She liked being reminded of it too.

“Tell me what else you like about her,” he went on.

Mary flushed and gushed at the thought of this, basically being a plump bottom he could masturbate with. She gently humped back in time with the “phut, phut, phut” of their contact.

“She’s so confident, and cool, she didn’t seem nervous at all when we met.”

“Mmmm,” her husband moaned pumping her harder.

Mary kept going, huffing and puffing a little as the pleasure inside her continued to grow. “She’s young, such a pretty face and perfect skin. I bet her body is perfect too. Her breasts and belly and thighs must be so smooth and tight.”

Mary was rigorously diddling her clit by now, seriously turned on in the situation, helping her husband get off on the thought of his girlfriend.

“She looks so fit and healthy. She must be amazing in bed.”

Her husband pulled her hair back, making her arch some more. “She is” he growled. “The best I’ve ever had. By far.”

Mary froze and pulled her fingers off her clit in a panic. She realised she didn’t have permission to cum. Gosh she’d almost taken herself straight over the edge when he said that. Her pussy was runner up.

She didn’t know what to do. Her husband was now pounding away at her – no doubt picturing his girlfriend. Even without touching her escort bursa clit it was only a matter of time before he made her cum, she was right on the edge.

She hung open her mouth, and her pussy, and started panting, trying to reduce the friction inside her. Letting the sexual energy move out through the rest of her body. It might buy her time.

He gipped her hip and her hair and began pumping harder, his big dick slopping in and out with with very little resistance.

“Oh yes honey. Just like that,” he gasped. “So soft and wet. That is just how I like you. A nice soft hole in a fat round bottom.” He was getting comfortable with their new dynamic and calling her fat was a significant sting.

She felt him get harder and a little bit bigger. There was only one way out of this without cumming.

“Please stop darling, please stop. I want you to cum in my mouth.”

He faltered and slowed down. She’d interrupted his reverie. He didn’t stop or pull out.

“I’ll make it good for you, I promise!” She squeaked.

“You’re pussy just got good for me. I’m enjoying it. A lot.” He let go of her and slapped her bottom. “Get to it then. Show me how good.”

Mary wriggled herself off his dick and rolled over to face him, feeling particularly empty now in her wet vagina.

She kissed him quickly, in the dark, not sure if it was a show of appreciation or a cry for more intimacy. It didn’t last long.

He gripped her by the hair again, guiding her head to where her backside had been only moments before.

It was not lost on either of them that this was the first time she’d ever gone down on him after fucking her pussy.

She couldn’t see anything in the dark, half under the covers, she just held her mouth open and he guided her head onto the head of his dick. He held his slippery rod steady with the other hand as he stuffed it in to the back of her throat, then taking hold of her head with both hands and carelessly smearing their combined juices onto her face as his dick-wet hand found a grip.

He slid in and out a few times, moving her head around as she wriggled into a more comfortable position.

Once her mouth was at the right angle, he resumed fucking at a solid pace. Mary was getting pretty good at controlling her gag reflex, his regular dates with Melanie meant a frequent face fucking for Mary.

The big difference this time was the smell and taste of her own slime. Comparable to the delicate tang of sex she enjoyed after he got home from Melanie’s place, this was fresher and far more full on. Sticky, slimy and salty. She couldn’t believe how much of a mess she’d made, and now her face was in it. Well, half of it, the other half was still a sticky spot between her buttocks and thighs.

The smell of sex filled her sinuses. Her nose was buried in his wet pubic hair and his wet balls tickled her chin at full penetration. She could taste her pussy and she salivated, dribbling down her cheek.

She felt like a sloppy ploppy sex puppet as her two holes continued to leak.

She relaxed her gullet, attempting to gape around his big dick as it squelched in and out, “gluck, gluck, gluck..”

Knowing she’d put herself in this position for her husband’s lover made the degradation so much sweeter. She just wished Melanie was there to witness how well behaved she could be. She wanted to cum so bad, but she kept her hand off her clit and focussed on making her mouth as vaginal as possible, while he kept pumping away.

“Thuk, Thuk, Thuk.” it repeated.

“Mmmhuhhh,” her husband grunted as he ejaculated inside her.

She lay there and took it, her mouth full of semen, saliva and pussy juice. A tear welled in one eye socket and another dribbled from the corner of her other. She swallowed around him as best she could, then began to suckle what was left as he softened inside her.

They lay there a while, with his cock in her mouth. He relaxed and caught his breath.

“Good girl,” he said, gently tugging her head off his dick. He rolled onto his back with sigh. “Go and get cleaned up. It’s time for bed.”

She slipped out into the bathroom and closed the door. She felt like a dishevelled whore. All she could taste was cock and cum. She looked at herself in the mirror, hair all rustled, eyes puffy and pink, a white crust of something drying at the edge of her mouth. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight of herself. No point denying that she got off on this treatment.

She wet a face washer and cleaned up her face. Then wrung it out and began cleaning her bottom and thighs, working her way in towards her pussy. Wiping off all the stuff that was drying down there and rinsing it down the sink. She held up her nighty and began to sponge all the sticky slickness off her pussy and pubes. Looking closely at the puffy pink lips hiding amongst her bush. She was still so aroused and knew she would be going to bed wet. She brushed her teeth and got back in bed, snuggling up next to her husband, who was already asleep.

She lifted her görükle escort leg up onto his and nuzzled her pussy into his thigh, feeling his cool skin sooth her hot snatch. She felt kinda high.

***

The next morning she barely had time for a cup of tea before it was time to leave. I mean, she’d got everyone fed and out the door, but only managed to shower, dress and boil the kettle for herself.

She had on some old baggy shorts and a big t-shirt. Something comfy for yoga, she thought. Something she could hide in.

She was nervous pulling up in the car park, but brought in her old mat and laid it out in the back corner of the studio. Seeing Melanie up the front chatting with another young woman, a keen bean who put her matt up the front.

Melanie ignored her until the class began. Once she’d taken them into a deep stretch, she walked around and corrected technique. Mary had her nose down between her thighs during one stretch. Maybe not so far down. Anyway, two perfect feet appeared in her field of vision, her toenails also looked perfect.

“Feel the tension, does it hurt?” Melanie continued, guiding the class, “let the experience wash over you.” She was standing over Mary as she said this. Her perfect feet right next to Mary’s face. “Surrender yourself to the sensation. Submit… Now release.”

She stood there for a moment as Mary eased back from her stretch, along with the rest of the class. The endorphins from the stretch, her voice, her perfect feet. Mary felt her cunt prickle with arousal. She could actually feel herself getting wet again.

Melanie moved on, heading back to the mat. “You may wriggle your legs. Touch them, feel them. Feel the blood flow.”

The class all started wriggling and squirming.

Mary rubbed herself down, and saueesed her thighs together, her body felt so good.

By the end of the class, Mary’s hips and thighs felt stretched and open, she had not done 1.5hrs of yin yoga for a very long time. She took her time to get up and then she toddled out to the shoe room, Melanie was still talking to her best bud, Keen Bean from down the front.

She turned to face Mary. “I hope you enjoyed of today’s class. Well done. I could see you putting in effort. Come up to my office, I’ll get you set up properly.”

She said goodbye to Rachael, the other young woman, evidently her name, who looked Mary up and down as she walked out the door.

Melanie closed the door behind her, “follow me.” She walked up the stairs from the little shoe room foyer.

There was an entire apartment up there, as big as the yoga hall downstairs. The bedroom had been set up as an office. It had a kitchen and a big living room with a day bed and a sofa. Sunny and bright. Mary saw a bathroom to the right, above where the toilets were downstairs. It didn’t look like anyone lived there, it was a little too bare.

Melanie stopped at the cupboard and lifted a neatly stacked pile of sportswear stock, pulling one out. She checked the label for size and unfolded a pair of sky blue bike shorts. She handed them to Mary. “These are for you. You’ve got a beautiful curvy backside. The other women will feel more confident if you show yours off a bit.”

She walked into the room and stopped, turning to face Mary. “Put them on, I want to see how they fit.”

Mary looked at them. Size M.

She pulled down her shorts exposing her big grey cotton underpants.

“Take them off too.” Melanie suggested.

Mary did as she was told, her bare bottom sticking out under her t-shirt.

She pulled on the bike shorts, shifting them up. They had a nice high wide waist which cupped the bottom of her belly. The fabric squeezed her hips and thighs. They were quite tight. Her round butt was now suspended by some stretchy eco-cotton blend.

“I like your t-shit, it goes well with the shorts.”

Melanie took a step forward, standing over Mary. She took the T-shirt and lifted it up from the hem, exposing the new waistband and Mary’s belly. ” Do you want to be a good wife for me today?”

“Yes please,” breathed Mary, wanting for more.

“Take it off. I want to see what we’ve got to work with.”

Mary couldn’t quite believe that this young woman was telling her to strip, it was an absurd situation, but a needy tickle in her womb made her desperate to do as she was told. She pulled her t-shirt up over over her head and stood up in her sports bra and bike shorts.

“Take that off too.”

Mary unclasped her bra with some difficulty. It was a serious piece of rigging.

She let it down the front, dropping it on the floor and exposing her big ol’ tits. They hung down, slightly different sizes.

She felt very self conscious, baring them on command.

Melanie smiled, “He said you used to have the most amazing breasts. Big juicy tits. Is this what happens when you have kids?” She pointed at Mary’s chest.

Mary nodded, looking down at herself. They used to be her favourite part of her body.

“Don’t worry. You’ll just have to work them a bit harder.” Melanie reached forward to pinch her nipple, pulling it out. “They’re more like fun bags now. You’ll have to play with them a bit more.”

She let go and the tit flopped back down next to it’s partner. “I think it’s best you keep them tucked away when they’re not in use though. Keep the attention on your pretty face and big bottom. Being sexy is all about perceptions.”

Melanie turned and strode towards the kitchen. Mary wasn’t sure if that meant put her bra and t-shirt back on now.

“You can start practicing your tit-jobs, while I make lunch,” said Melanie, incidentally answered her question. So Mary followed along, in her bike shorts, topless.

There on the drying rack, next to the sink, was a big pink dildo. Hot pink. Melanie picked it up and stuck it down to the small kitchen table. It wobbled around, demonstrating a synthetic flexibility, and came to rest leaning off to one side.

Mary stared at it.

“I got this for you,” said Melanie. “A training dick, to practice being a better wife.” she gestured to the chair in front of it, “sit down.”

Mary sat, looking at it closely. It was big, definitely longer than her husband’s dick, and a uniform thickness all the way down. There were angry veins moulded into the shaft and two big silicone nuts at the base, housing the suction cup.

Melanie plonked a large jar of coconut oil and a spoon down on the table. “Lube it up and lube up your tits. Time to practice.”

Mary scooped out some coconut oil, rubbed it into both hands and began to smear it on the head and down the shaft of the cock.

“Take you time and make it good for him.” Melanie instructed. “Get your tits up on the table. If they are out, they should be on display. You’d be resting them on your husband’s thighs if this was the real thing, giving him a good look at what he’s about to play with.”

Mary leaned forward and placed her tits either side of the silicone nuts, her face moving much closer to the fake dick.

“That’s better. It makes you look hungry for cock when you get nice and close to it.”

Mary took another chunk of oil, feeling it soften with her body heat.

“You can gently wank the lube up and down with one hand while you use your other hand to start lubing up your tits.”

Mary did as instructed, looking from dildo to tit as she tried to coordinate both hands.

“Look, see it’s not just lube for the job, it makes your tit all shiny too. Make sure you cover the whole breast.”

Mary got the hang of, using her right hand to massage oil all over, around and under her right tit. Wanking with her left hand at the same time. She stopped to scoop out more oil and swapped sides.

Mary looked up at the young woman expectantly. Her shiny tits on the table and a hand on the cock.

“Use some initiative girl!” Melanie snapped. “Get those fun bags around that cock. I won’t be there to instruct you at home.”

Mary took two handfuls of her slippery fat sacks and proceeded to chase the springy cock around with them, try to capture it between her cleavage. She finally managed to grasp it with her finger tips and push in towards her sternum, mashing her tits together around it, so it couldn’t escape.

Melanie chuckled, “that’s great honey. Tit jobs are meant to be a bit of fun. Clowning around like that puts on a good show. If you get a laugh, you know he’s having a good time.”

Mary wasn’t trying to be funny.

Melanie directed. “Work them gently up and down and wank the tip.”

Mary got the gist and began to slide her tits up and down near the top of the cock, amazed at how far up and down she could actually swing them without moving her body.

“Damn girl,” Melanie exclaimed, “your tits are perfect for this!” “Do it faster.”

Mary worked them faster, wanking up and down. Encouraged by the fact that it did seem to be working.

“That’s it, get them right up. Make him feel the penetration again and again.”

Mary got her beasts higher, lifting them almost all the way off before sliding back down. She could feel the thick silicone pummelling in and out between her cleavage. She squeezed a bit harder.

Slip, smack.

She dropped the dick. It slipped all the way out and swung forward on the downstroke. Then bobbled back around the slippery sides of her tits. It was still stuck to the table.

She tried to catch it again and managed, getting straight back to work. She could see the value in practicing this.

Melanie made a quick salad for lunch while Mary kept on with her practice. Working out how to handle her tits around a long hard phallus.

Melanie placed the salad bowl on the table and sat down opposite.”Keep going,” she said, as she served herself.

Mary felt a lot more self conscious with the young woman watching her as she ate. But she didn’t stop. She forced herself to smile over the dick and jiggle her tits playfully before resuming the tit wank.

“That’s right,” Melanie smiled back, “you’re getting the hang of it. You’re making your tits fun to play with.”

Mary couldn’t believe she was sitting in front of her husband’s girlfriend, being instructed on how to make her tits more fun. Her newfound fantasy fetish was becoming very real, very quickly.

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In the dead of the night, past the point when the typical hangers-on would be loitering around, Nate felt like a ghost coming into the corner store. He’d been so tired, too much to sleep apparently, that the bell above the glass door startled him into alertness. He grabbed a basket from the side more out of reflex than any plan to actually buy anything in particular and wandered into the snack isle.

Pack of onion crisps, sure. Gum, why not? Some beer? Nah, he knew he’d end up fucking his sleep schedule up even further beyond repair if he indulged himself; his mind was muddled enough as it was. At least standing in front of the open refrigerator door while choosing had woken him a bit with goosebumps. Going outside in cargo shorts and a tank top had seemed a good idea at the time.

Condoms? Whatever, something in his life might change.

He approached the cashier without thinking about it much, a young woman with boyish, short blonde hair in a uniform polo and an apron. The wholesome vision was far too cheery for the hour. Nate felt himself dragged up toward her level via empathetic osmosis.

“Good morning~” she chirped, taking the basket and starting to scan his items. “I love that joke, you know? Hehe.”

“They give you all of the night shifts, then?” Nate asked, becoming aware by degrees of the pretty, slender fingers with sparkling gel nails getting closer to the package of condoms at the bottom of the basket. Felt off, he was experienced enough despite a dry spell that a little thing like that shouldn’t set off embarrassment.

Her smile twinkled. “I asked for them. Always been a night owl, you meet so many interesting people, and you get to set the pace of your own work.” She leaned over the counter and cupped her hand over her mouth to say in confidence, “It’s so much less work~ but nobody wants to do it, so it pays better too.”

Nate nodded. It had been hard to ignore the gentle swell of her breast when she was close by, the tiny opening of an unbuttoned polo that only really showed off her collarbone, he’d focused on her name tag and barely saw the knowing smirk above. Amber.

Then she had the condoms in hand and, rather than scanning them with professional distance, held them up to get a better look. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I keeping you from someone waiting back home?” A smugly bitten lip hung below too-innocent eyes.

There was no way a cutie like this was actually flirting with him, he thought, must be messing around.

He said, “Just being prepared.”

“Of course, of course. You never know when the opportunity will knock on your door, do you? Never wanna be runnin’ out at the wrong time.” Amber still hadn’t scanned the damn things to end the awkwardness she’d cultivated. “Have you ever tried this brand before? Little Devil’s milk candy condoms? We just started stocking ’em, but did you know that the same company makes those super spicy nut mixes, and the yogurt-covered ones?”

He hadn’t taken much of a look; a pink-haired cartoon succubus winked at him from the packaging. No, wait, a bulge. Incubus, then.

“Ah… Okay?”

“We’re actually doing a free sample event, if you’re interested?”

The nut snacks? He’d had them before, as a prank, but not the yogurt ones. He guessed they were meant to be served as a pair.

Amber said, “We have a pack in the back room bursa merkez escort just for tastings. We were doing them all day, when my coworker was here, but it doesn’t look too busy so I could leave the register for a minute. You’re not doing anything else, are you?”

“No?” How long could eating a snack take, anyway?

She smiled brightly again and skipped around the counter to take Nate’s hand in hers. Nate hesitated for an awkward moment but he let her lead him through an employee-only door. They came into a break room barely large enough, with the small table and lockers included, that two people who really liked one another could barely have eaten lunch.

Amber pulled one of the two chairs and had Nate sit down, turned to the storage shelf taking up a good eighth of the room by itself. With her stretching her lithe figure to reach the top shelf, Nate got a good look at what had been hidden behind her apron from the front: a pair of hip-hugging denim shorts with rolled cuffs and black spats beneath.

“Large size, right?” she asked.

“What?”

She came back down to her heels and stepped in, close enough to smell the coconut lotion on her skin. “Never mind, I remembered.” There was the sound of plastic tearing and a little, pale pink circle appeared in her hand. “I almost forgot that the extra large ones are red, at least the ones we’re stocking right now. Cherry.”

“What?”

She had knelt between his knees before he could react. “O-kay~ let’s get those shorts off.” She grasped the fabric and in one deft motion pulled them off his hips, hopping his butt off the chair’s surface with surprise to accomplish it. “Hehe, tighty whities~ That’s cute.”

The evidence for this being a dream was mounting, yet Nate’s mind raced to catch up with the situation.

“W-wait,” he stammered like a virgin. “What are you doing!?”

Amber looked up at him, tilted her head adorably. “Free sample? How are you supposed to know that you like the product if you can’t try it out?” She’d started pulling off his briefs as well, tugged until he finally relented and lifted his butt to slide them down to his ankles with his shorts. “There’s a good boy.”

“Okay, I think I can do the rest by myself…” Nate said.

“Nonsense, I’m happy to help,” Amber said with dissonant professionalism as she wrapped her slender fingers around his dick. “Let’s see, step one was: get him hard. Why don’t you try thinking about something sexy?”

That much effort was entirely unnecessary with this adorable blonde’s soft hands stroking him. He was as hard as he’d ever been in the blink of an eye, and Amber’s determined gaze threatened to push him past that.

“Oh my~” Amber giggled. “What were you thinking about? No, don’t tell me.” She gave his member a gentle squeeze. “Now, for step two.”

They’d gone this far already in his hesitation, there was no reason to stop her. Nate thought he’d feel bad squashing her enthusiasm.

Held within two fingertips, Amber placed the condom between her lips. Nate’s heart skipped as she leaned down, lips parting as she positioned the condom upon the tip of his penis. She lowered her head and enveloped the head, prodding with her tongue and her lips to unroll the condom inch by inch down to the base of his cock. She’d come up for a few quick breaths, bursa escort kızlar and the feeling of her warm, wet lips gliding across his shaft made him gasp, the corners of her lips curled at the sound.

A minute later, she rose, trailing her tongue along the underside of Nate’s cock until she’d come off and pulled back to sit on her heels with a satisfied look. She licked her lips, the sight of it alone nearly sent him careening off the edge she’d put him on.

“How does it feel, sir? Not too tight?”

It felt like his head was full of cotton candy. “It’s perfect.”

“Yay~” Amber glowed with pride, little dimples appearing on her cheeks. The way she stared at his cock, though, was disquieting. She held her thumb and forefinger in a tight circle around the base, her other fingers incidentally tickling his balls, and it was impossible to ignore the shine of her saliva on the rubber.

If it was just her saliva… No. A touch of pink was dripping from her lip, a stand of lube from the unrolling process. If it tasted weird, she didn’t show it in her expression.

“Well then, I think I’ll go ahead and start, if that’s alright with you, sir?” She didn’t wait for him to answer, slowly pulling her fingers up from the base of his cock, slick sounds popping in the cool air of the break room. “It’s really nice and slippery, see? Sir? Sir, you have to keep looking or there’s no point~”

He didn’t realize he’d been focused on a point on the far wall, and the several fast pumps Amber doled out right then made sure he couldn’t ignore what was happening between his legs. She was giggling and slowed down considerably once she was certain she’d regained control of his attention.

And she bent inward, meeting his gaze, pulled her bangs away from her face with her free hand as she popped the head of his cock into her mouth. While pumping her two fingers gently up and down, Amber started running the tip of her tongue around the head, once in a while letting it rest on the flat side and wiggling back and forth as if to enjoy making his dick throb.

Even through a rubber, he could feel things progressing toward the inevitable.

It went that way for a long while. Nate noticed too late that there wasn’t a clock in the room to anchor his perception of time, and there was no way Amber would let him pull out his phone to check, it was all the way down in a pile of clothing around his ankles, and she reacted to any other distraction with a re-doubling of effort.

Nate’s fingers felt numb, he’d been holding onto the edge of his seat with no idea what else to do with his hands. All he really wanted to do was pet Amber’s head, and the male energy behind that desire wanted to make her finish the job already. Waves of excitement came and went as she masterfully kept him teetering on the edge, backing off when she could push him off and nudging him closer whenever else.

As if sensing that she’d put him off too long, Amber leaned in and took his cock all the way to the base, the tip sliding along the inside of a bulging cheek. With a vacuum seal, she began bobbing on and off, prodding the back of her throat while slurping and gasping.

Drool fell from Nate’s cock in big, bubbly strands that soon coated Amber’s chin and spattered her apron. She didn’t seem to care one way or another, her eyes were closed in concentration, but she did peek once in a while to make sure Nate was watching. He’d never known, had cause to think about, that you could look smug while there was a cock that deep in your mouth.

The condom was keeping him just on one side of orgasm, he found himself taking in the sight of the tiny jiggles showing through Amber’s shirt, the motion of her butt bouncing on her heels as her head bobbed. She trailed one hand up his leg and along the inside of his thigh, then cradled his balls and massaged them without missing a beat with her mouth.

“Pretty good, isn’t it?” Amber said, taking his cock out of her mouth for a small breather. She’d only pressed it against her cheek and raised her other hand to stroke its spitty coating. “Gonna cum soon? You can do it in my mouth, you don’t have to worry about that.”

She patted his cock against her cheek one more time and was barely able to engulf it within the warmth of her mouth again as Nate finally jerked up above, filling the condom with the hardest, most thought-terminating load he’d ever felt.

She stayed there between his legs as his orgasm ran its course, only pulling her head back after his agonizing sensitivity had faded. Amber took care in easing the pink condom off, admired the bulb of fluid in the light for an instant before holding it off to the side.

Then, much to Nate’s surprise, she leaned in again. Her tongue felt so much better without a barrier between them, even if she moved it too slowly for him to get hard, especially after being spent so recently. Very gently, suction and tender licking cleaned him off, muddled his mind enough that he barely noticed Amber straddling him until her soft ass was already resting on his thighs.

She tipped his chin so that he’d see the cloudy liquid, co-mingled saliva, lube, and the last dregs of cum, swirling atop her tongue, then closed her mouth and opened it. “All gone,” she said, and she held up the used condom with its bulb of fresh cum glistening in the light. “Want a taste?”

“What!? No!”

Amber smiled and shrugged. “Oh well.” With her face hovering within a foot of his, she looked up and brought the condom to her lips, squeezed the dollop of whiteness directly into her mouth, and swished before swallowing. When she came back down, there was a dreamy expression on her face, as though she’d just had something delicious. There might as well have been hearts floating in her eyes.

“Is it… good?”

“Strawberry-milk flavored. Hehe, that’s the whole point of that brand, there’s skin-safe flavoring inside.” Amber leaned in and set her forehead on his, her lips only an inch or so away, smelling like a milkshake…

–

While ringing him up, Amber happily hummed to herself as if nothing had just happened in the back room. She’d ended up changing out of one uniform shirt and into another, with Nate awkwardly still in the room and trying not to stare.

He wasn’t sure how long it would take to deplete the dozen condoms he’d bought, hadn’t really had a use in mind for them in the first place.

“You alright, buddy?” Amber handed over his receipt with a lovely smile.

Maybe he still had a little luck left over? “Are you busy tomorrow?”

“Hm?”

“I think I’d like to take you out. Sorry, I know you’re working, and I don’t mean to trap you.”

She leaned over the counter, he got a peek down her shirt, and after looking back and forth she cupped her hand around her mouth. “We’re supposed to get new flavors once a week, as a promotion. I’m always on night shift~”

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The afternoon sun glinted off the stylish sunglasses of Luna and Ava as they chatted cheerfully to each other, striding down the sidewalk on their way to the main gym of the Landmark Resort. Ava’s spill of dark black hair and Luna’s long, silver-dyed hair made for a perfect “yin-yang” combination, especially — given Luna’s 4-inch boots — that they were both 5’8. Luna’s tight black dress hugged her curves, and left little of her large, bouncing buttcheeks to the imagination. Ava’s purple blouse and jean shorts likewise showed off her impressive figure, though her calling card were those E-cup tits that bobbed and jiggled with every step she took.

Someone approaching the two attractive young women could have been forgiven for not noticing, in tether behind them on a leash, the small, skinny figure of a man on his hands and knees, dressed in a ridiculous black-and-white-striped dog sweater, trying his best to keep up. Next to Luna and Ava, Thomas simply didn’t match up, especially when he was crawling along the sidewalk like he was now. But even if he had been standing upright (which Luna had forbidden him to do), he would still have been physically outclassed, in every sense of the word, by the two girls. At 5’2, with very little of his former muscle mass to speak of, Thomas was a veritable shell of himself.

But he didn’t feel that way — on the contrary, he was more excited than he had been in a long time, despite the chaff of the sidewalk on his knees and palms. Before today, he had never seen Mia work out before; her perfect body had been something of a mystery to him even before she had ensnared him in her clutches and stolen his size, taking over his entire person — mind, body, and soul — in the process. But he had just finished looking at a video of Mia in the gym, performing the most impressive workout he’d ever seen, and now…he was going to witness it in person! It was hot outside, and all this crawling had made Thomas a bit tired out, but right now, he was sweating more from anticipation than anything else.

Just thinking about how huge Mia was now, at 6’3…how much did she weigh!? Watching her deadlift that hulking amount of weight…what was it? Four 45-pound plates on each side!? Plus a couple more 25-pounders?? He began daydreaming about her strength, her power, and her ultimate superiority over him. On one hand, it made him feel almost spiritually crushed to contemplate the depths to which he had fallen these past few weeks. He had been 6’5, in shape…everything! Now he was 5’2, wearing a leash, and crawling along the sidewalk, led by a former fling, Luna, and under Mia’s dominance.

‘Who am I kidding, though?’ he thought to himself, focusing on that massive, muscular, yet still feminine figure of Mia, standing there in the gym, glazed with sweat, winking at the camera. ‘I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now. I’m lucky…the luckiest guy in the world…to be owned by someone like HER.’

“Hey!” barked Luna, jostling him out of his reverie as she tugged on his leash, making him lurch forward a little, “Are you crossing the street with us or not?”

“S-Sorry!” he managed to say, bowing his head as he scampered forward on all fours. By this time, he was used to everyone staring down at him, but crossing the street was doubly embarrassing. He steeled himself, though, and stared up at the huge Executive Hotel building, the main complex of the Landmark Resort, where Mia’s gym was located.

“Aww, look at him,” Ava cooed as they crossed the street and stepped back up onto the sidewalk. She bent down towards him, her black hair spilling down on either side of her tanned face, and lowered her sunglasses, so her dark, gorgeous eyes were staring straight into his. “I think he’s getting nervous now that we’re here!”

“Psssh, nervous!?” laughed Luna, shaking her head, as the sun sparkled off the line of piercings in her ears, “Trust me, Ava — this little doggie can’t wait to get back to his owner. Like, literally, if Thomas had a tail, it’d be wagging like crazy right now.”

“So he’s that into Mia, huh?” Ava chuckled.

“I’d say that’s a bit of an understatement,” Luna declared as she tugged Thomas along, walking through the doors into the gym. “Just watch him when he sees her.”

Coming into this new gym, Thomas was hit with the familiar smells of iron barbells, leather, and sweat; back when he had been a “normal” person who lifted weights, he had gone to a different gym, closer to his apartment. He had never been to the main Landmark Resort gym, and as he went through the doors, his mind unexpectedly wandered back to his former life, to his old gym, to his apartment. He couldn’t help but feel a surreal sense of the crushing reality — the reality of what had been happening to him. How long had it been since he had been back in his apartment? Days? Weeks!? He really had no idea, and he suddenly, weirdly, thought about all the clothes for his 6’5 former self just sitting there in his apartment, folded up in drawers gorukle escort or hanging in the closet, their former owner diminished beyond all recognition. How could it be that such a dramatic change could have come over him in such a short amount of time?

But his brief mind-wandering didn’t last long, because as soon as Luna and Ava led him into the main weight room, his eyes instantly fell on Mia, like they were magnetically attracted to her magnificent body. She was sitting there on a workout bench, with her back turned, banging out easy reps of bicep curls with 40-lb dumbbells. She was facing the wall, which was one long, giant mirror, and as soon as Thomas laid eyes on her, he could see that there was already a huge grin spread across her face. His heart seemed to stop, and he felt the uncontrollable heat of arousal flush his face. She was staring straight at him — her smile hit at his core, and made his limbs feel weak. It had only been a few hours since she had left him with Luna, but Thomas felt like it had been days. He was that hopelessly attached to her. And seeing her now in the gym, her incredible, muscular, feminine body glazed with sweat, was almost more than he could bear. She was only wearing a pair of skimpy black spandex shorts, which seemed stretched to the limits by her powerful thighs, and a black sports bra, which showed off her big, strong back, and her enormous tits which were perfectly complimented by her robust, vigorous arms.

Thomas felt almost emotionally overwhelmed when Mia made eye contact with him through the mirror’s reflection, and even though he was so excited to see her, his eyes naturally darted downward in a show of deference and submission. Despite it being only a reflection of her stare, it was still enough to make him feel completely small, tiny, and overwhelmed in her presence. He heard Ava chuckling behind him:

“Wow…you weren’t kidding, Luna!”

“I know, right!?” Luna replied, reaching down to unhook Thomas’s leash, “He’s literally salivating over her.”

“Well to be fair, so am I,” Ava declared, the admiration obvious in her voice. Apparently she hadn’t seen Mia workout either, at least not since she’d gotten bigger.

“Yeah, kinda hard not to appreciate her, isn’t it?” Luna laughed. The transition had been immediate — a minute before, Luna and Ava were the bosses, and now, they had joined him (though higher up in the hierarchy, of course), in admiration of the REAL boss, who was sitting in front of them. Not able to avoid looking at her some more, Thomas’s eyes traveled slowly up from the floor, and fixed on Mia’s enormous ass, which was spilling over both sides of the workout bench she was sitting on; it was even poking through the open space in between the seat and the reclining part of the bench. Thomas saw that the bodybuilder man, the same one who had been in the video, was sitting on the bench next to Mia, doing some shoulder presses with 60-lb dumbbells. This man was clearly a huge, hulking person, even bigger in real life than on the video — but even though he was massive in every way, his body didn’t completely overwhelm the bench like Mia’s did. Her ass and legs were clearly bigger than his, and it wasn’t even clear whose arms and upper body were bigger. If Thomas was being honest, he would’ve thought that Mia was even a bit bigger there as well.

Just seeing Mia make this guy look small was enough to send Thomas straight back to full-mast. At this point, he wasn’t even thinking about the embarrassment of showing up in a gym in a coller and dog sweater, on his hands and knees, with an erection. He was totally focused on Mia, and the next moment, she finished her final rep, sexually grimacing at the end. She put her dumbbells down on the floor with a large CLUNK and turned around to face them head-on, her perfect skin shining with a sheen of sweat.

“I knew it wouldn’t take my little pet long to get here,” Mia grinned, rising up off the bench and striding straight up to Thomas. Her big, meaty legs looked so powerful, and Thomas could see her muscles flex underneath the firm jiggle of her feminine flesh as she walked up to him. He positively cowered on the floor — she was looming above him now, her hands on her hips. Even her sweat smelled sweet.

“I trust he wasn’t too difficult for you, Luna?” Mia asked.

“He’s the most submissive puppy a pet sitter could ask for!” laughed Luna. “Although I could tell that he was counting the hours until he could see you again.”

“Well,” declared Mia, seeming to stand even taller and prouder as she flexed her muscles in her power-pose, “Who can blame him? Though I have to say, Luna…both you and Ava are looking pretty good these days.”

“Aww, you’re just being nice,” smiled Ava, blushing.

“The boss gave us a compliment!” Luna chastised, playfully punching Ava in the arm. “Just take it!”

“The two of you should come train with me sometime,” Mia said, winking at them as she turned her attention bursa görükle escort down to Thomas. “If you’re feeling…up to it.”

For the next several seconds, Mia didn’t say anything. She just stood there, her hands still on her hips, towering over Thomas, with a knowing, close-lipped grin on her face. A drop of sweat dripped down off her amazing body and fell directly onto Thomas’s cheek. It took all of his self-control not to immediately lap it up.

“Stand up, Thomas,” Mia finally said, and he immediately did so. He found himself staring straight forward into her gigantic breasts, barely held back by her black sports bra. Face-to-face with her glorious tits, Thomas saw that they were literally steaming.

“I’ve spent the last hour getting all pumped up for you,” Mia said in a low, soft voice, taking one step closer so that her erect nipples actually poked Thomas in the cheek. “What do you think? Do you like me at this size?”

“Y-yes…I…I do,” Thomas replied, nodding. He couldn’t bring himself to look up at Mia when she was standing this close to him; he felt like if he had, he would’ve started shaking.

“Mmm, yeah, you’ve never seen me quite like this before, have you?” she continued, allowing him some more time to drink in the overpowering reality of her body.

“N-no…not like this,” Thomas breathed. He didn’t even know how he was making noises now — his throat felt like it was bone-dry.

“And that’s just my front,” Mia teased, abruptly turning around and treating Thomas to an eye-popping view of her immense ass. Her short black spandex left absolutely nothing of her ass’s shape to the imagination, and the next thing Thomas knew, Mia had backed into him, slowly, erotically rubbing her big cheeks up against his lower chest. Thomas froze, and took an involuntary step back to catch his balance — even though she had backed into him gently, the sheer weight of her butt had been enough to knock him back on his heels. But what happened next almost made Thomas lose himself completely and spray his cum all over himself. With her massive ass pressed up against him, Mia began to bounce each cheek, one after the other, flexing them in slow succession so that they were moving in a slow, lustily languorous twerk against him. Thomas audibly sucked in his air, holding his breath, as his face started to get red. He could have backed up away from her ass, but he couldn’t — it seemed to hold him in place, rooted to the floor, while it worked its whiles on his captive body.

“Ooooo, look Ava!” laughed Luna, leaning in and pointing, “He’s really getting tested now.”

“Oh my god,” whispered Ava, her voice nearly tinged with concern, “Look at his face! It looks like he’s about to pop.”

“Well…he is,” stated Luna simply.

She was right. With every alluring, weighty bounce of her incredible ass against his torso, Thomas felt more and more of his resistance give way. He was going to cum; there was nothing…nothing he could do to stop it. He felt his balls seize up, and the base of his cock tightened, preparing to catapult his load.

But just then, right as he was about to shoot, Mia turned her face around, still twerking against him, and looked him dead in the eye, her full lips pursed. She didn’t even need to say anything — the hard, unflinching sparkle in her eye told him one thing: ‘You don’t have permission.’

And just like that, it was like an invisible hand had tightened around his cock and squeezed, preventing his orgasm from happening. Thomas gasped out in desperation, although strangely, in this moment, he felt a wave of gratitude wash over him. She had been attentive to him; she had known exactly the effect she was having on him, and she hadn’t totally abandoned him to his weak, primal instincts. One glance had been all that he needed to remember who controlled his cum, and when and where he shot it.

“All right, enough of that,” Mia chuckled, straightening up and turning back around to face Thomas. “Just a little teaser for my little guy, since I knowwww how much you missed my ass.” She reached her big hand down and ruffled Thomas’s hair, nearly palming his head as she did so. “Why don’t you come over to the mirror with me, Thomas, hmm? Let’s see how you measure up to me.”

Threading her finger through the leash ring on his collar, Mia gently but firmly guided Thomas over to the mirror wall. Luna and Ava followed; they seemed to be taking turns filming what was going on. Thomas was peripherally aware of this, and vaguely wondered what they were filming for…would it end up on the internet? But he just couldn’t devote that much mental energy to anything other than Mia right now.

“So, let’s see,” Mia began, positioning herself next to him in front of the mirror, “You’re 5’2 now, right?”

“Mhm,” Thomas nodded. He couldn’t believe how strong and solid her thigh looked, especially when it was directly next to his skinny body. Could it be…that her thigh was actually as thick around as his waist!?

“And I’m 6’3…13 whole inches taller than you,” Mia purred. Her eyes went over their bodies, going back and forth as she seemed to ponder how the measurement corresponded to the reality in the mirror. “Hmmm, you know, that’s a big number,” she mused after another few moments, “But it seems…like it isn’t enough.” She tilted her head to the side, sticking her tongue into the side of her cheek. Thomas noticed that her sharp nails were painted black, perfectly matching her spandex. Had she done that earlier today, after she left him with Luna?

“Maybe it’s just because I’m so much bigger than you all around,” Mia chuckled. “Here, give me your best double-biceps pose, Thomas. Haha, come on! Show me those big guns!”

Feeling wildly silly, both next to Mia and in the general gym environment, Thomas held up his arms and flexed them. His dog sweater, though small, wasn’t exactly tight on his arms, and so his actual biceps were invisible.

“Oh no, no, that’s no good!” laughed Mia, and she bent down, using her long, strong fingers to roll up the sleeves of his sweater until his upper arms came into view. Thomas winced to himself. He had already looked tiny compared to her, but now that his arms were actually showing, he didn’t just look tiny — he looked pathetic.

“Theeere we go!” cooed Mia, standing back up. “There’s those big, manly arms! Haha, come on Thomas! Flex em’ for me! Give it your all! Show me how biigggg you are!”

As she teased him, Mia slowly lifted up her own arms and flexed them. Thomas felt like he could almost hear her skin tightening around her muscles as they swelled outward. The comparison was ridiculous. Thomas was almost too embarrassed to look, but he couldn’t manage to tear his eyes away.

“Boop, boop, boop!” Mia laughed playfully, bouncing her biceps with each word. “Can you do that, Thomas? Haha come on, put on a show! Make them dance like mine!”

Try as he might, Thomas couldn’t accomplish much by flexing. Whether flexed or unflexed, his biceps looked more or less the same. Ava was the one filming now, and she bent in, bringing the camera in tight to get a close-up view of Thomas’s arms.

“Wow…almost no change at all,” she murmured. “Thomas, looks like you need to work out more, haha!” She rose up and started filming Mia’s arms, and had to take several steps back to get the entirety of her muscles in the shot. Luna, meanwhile, was chatting up the muscle guy who had been working out with Mia before. “I actually had a little fling with that guy a while back,” she was saying, pointing over to Thomas. “Can you believe that?”

“Not really, no!” the man laughed, though his expression was uneasy as he watched Thomas struggle to hold it together next to Mia.

“Well back then he was 6’5, and looked…a lot more like you,” Luna said flirtatiously.

“Aaaand Luna’s working her magic,” Ava chuckled, providing more commentary on the video. “And ooooh, look at this leg comparison!”

Mia had lined her thigh up next to Thomas’s, and was flexing it while placing a big hand on Thomas’s shoulder, gently encouraging him to do the same. Thomas’s erection was painfully obvious, but Mia only seemed intent on making it grow even more with her merciless teasing.

“Are you seeing this, Thomas?” she was murmuring down to him, her voice barely above an incredulous whisper, “Do you see how small you are compared to me?”

“Y-yes,” breathed Thomas, his cheeks burning crimson from a turgid combination of embarrassment and arousal.

“Here, I’m actually curious about something,” Mia pondered, and her eyes traveled over to the barbell on the floor next to them, which was still fully weighted-up from the deadlifts Mia had been doing before. She walked over to it, counting the iron plates on either side.

“Soooo…four 45’s plus a 25 on each side,” she hummed, “Plus bar, which is 45…that makes 455!” And positioning herself right at the middle of the bar, she bent down, drew back her shoulders, and proceeded to bang out a series of five solid reps. Only the last one looked marginally difficult, and Mia still managed to pull it up without straining too hard. Each time she dropped the weight down ( in a controlled motion), Thomas felt the floor shake beneath him. It was an unimaginably heavy weight, and she was only barely breaking a sweat.

*BAM*

Mia dropped the weight down on her final rep and stood there, fanning herself as she wiped her brow.

“Whoooo I felt those!” she laughed, “How many sets was that, Mikey?”

“Uhm…” answered the muscled guy, who had been immersed in Luna’s advances, “That was…damn Mia, that was your fifth set! I don’t know how you do it!”

“Mind power, Mikey!” Mia declared, pointing to her head, before smirking down at Thomas.

“Okay, now you!” she ordered, pointing to the bar.

“M-Me!?” Thomas stammered, befuddled.

“Yes, you!” Mia smiled. “I wanna see you try and lift it!”

Thomas knew that there was no way he could lift that weight, but Mia had given him a command, and so he stepped up, bent down, and pulled with all his might. He may as well have been trying to move the Statue of Liberty — the weight didn’t budge.

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Aaron was trying his best not to stare too blatantly out the window of Kristina’s big black Hummer as she drove them all to the park. It was a brilliantly sunny day, and the air was fresh and crisp, smelling delicious in Aaron’s nostrils as he breathed it in through the open windows. Of course, being situated in between the huge thighs of both Courtney and Cassie, he didn’t get the full blast of the wind to his face — this was just as well, because the way the wind was blowing through Cassie’s long, blond hair, and Courtney’s luscious brown curls, it made them look even more like goddesses than they already did. Sandwiched in between them, he had plenty to gawk at, not the least of which was the astounding size comparisons between his body and theirs.

‘God…and I thought they were huge before!’ he said to himself. Their thighs were so big that Aaron was positive that both Cassie’s and Courtney’s were thicker than his torso, and compared to the skinny little legs of his 4’10 frame…well, it was utterly laughable. He looked like an absolute child compared to them. And it wasn’t just his legs — both Cassie and Courtney had deliberately situated their arms so that they lined up perfectly with Aaron’s, allowing him to constantly compare himself to them. Courtney’s arms and legs were a little bit longer than Cassie’s, but hers were a little thicker. Needless to say, Aaron’s arms looked incredibly small and weak compared to theirs, and it didn’t help that Cassie was wearing a beautiful silver bracelet on her left wrist, which allowed Aaron still more size musings. Whenever Cassie lifted her arm in the air, the bracelet didn’t even move down her arm — that’s how snugly it fit her wrist.

‘But if I tried to wear it,’ Aaron thought, ‘It would slide all the way down my arm, past my elbow…and probably wouldn’t even stop until it got to my shoulder.’

Such size comparison thoughts were driving Aaron wild with desire, even as he had trained himself, over the last couple of weeks, to try and contain his arousal. It was impossible not to be constantly hard around these three, but whenever his heart rate and breathing started increasing, it was like the girls had a special mechanism for detecting his erotic perturbations. It was like sharks smelling blood in the water. And, inevitably, once they knew he was particularly turned-on, the girls would go in for the kill, not stopping until Aaron was milked dry. And when they wanted to milk him, they really milked him, to the point where he would often lose consciousness from the sheer, overwhelming power of their collective determination.

Aaron had quickly learned that life was far more manageable when he wasn’t stuck in an endless cycle of cumming and passing out, and so he had tried to train himself to keep it all under control. Of course, aside from the obvious power of his secret diary, any “control” he had was a ruse, and Aaron knew it — when he was around Kristina, Cassie, and Courtney, they were the ones in charge. And how could they not be? At 7’9, 8’1, and 8’4, respectively, they dominated him in every way.

Generally, Aaron would have been trying to stare out the window to distract himself from getting too aroused by the thick, delicious curves sandwiched up next to him, but today was different. Today, he was actually doing the opposite — trying to focus on the girls’ incredible bodies to distract himself from what he was seeing outside. Aaron was still a little paranoid about giving away his most precious secret — the diary — and the night before, he had broken down and wished all women in the city to be 3 inches taller. He had already led up to this dramatic wish by making them all 1 inch taller, and the results hadn’t been too noticeable. But wishing them an additional 3 inches taller? Aaron figured that the results would be plain to see, and they absolutely were. Almost as soon as Kristina had turned onto a main suburban road and gunned her big engine toward the park, Aaron had spotted a young couple, around his age, walking their dog. He had seen this couple before, and the man had been slightly taller than the woman…maybe around 5’10. Now, though, he looked quite obviously shorter than her, and what’s more, she was sporting a pair of heels that made her tower over him even more. The top of his head didn’t even reach her mouth now! And perhaps even more incredibly, they were just strolling along like everything was normal. Per usual with the diary, no one who had been altered was aware of the alteration. Once again, it had worked!

And that was just the first couple Aaron saw — in the next few minutes, every woman they passed by on the sidewalk looked quite tall, and some of them dramatically so. In only one or two couples was the man still taller, and even then, it wasn’t by much. In several couples, like that first one, the woman was dramatically taller. And what’s more, Aaron saw that many of the women were rocking all kinds of trendy heels. What was going on!? He hadn’t specifically wished bursa escort bayan for all the women in the city to embrace their height more — was buying new heels just a natural response to being taller, perhaps? Aaron didn’t know, but there was no denying it: already, it appeared like the women in the city had tossed away any lingering stigma that existed in their minds that being tall was unattractive.

‘And it was all because…because of that one wish I made,’ Aaron thought, nearly overcome with an all-encompassing, aroused joy that almost made him dizzy. ‘It’s actually happening now…my dreams are coming true…’

He was so taken with his excitement that he had to make a conscious effort not to stare out of the window too obviously. He was afraid that the girls would pick up on something and start asking questions. But of course that meant staring at Cassie and Courtney, both of whom were tenderly snuggling up to him, playfully competing for his attention. Cassie had slid her huge hand around his thigh, easily spanning more than halfway around it, and she was gently squeezing it, testing it for size. For her part, Courtney had threaded her big arm around Aaron’s back, its weight forcing him to lean forward, as she pulled him in to her, jostling his face up against the firm, plush softness of her massive breast. Aaron could see her hard nipple protruding out through her lavender silk top.

‘Her nipple alone has to be like…an inch long,’ he thought, the helpless arousal bleeding down through his body to his toes, ‘Or more…’

“Our little man seems a little nervous today!” trilled Cassie sexily, squeezing his thigh a little harder, making him jump and yelp out. “Hahaha, ohhhhh and a little jumpy too! What gives, sweet boy?”

“Maybe it’s Kristina’s driving,” opined Courtney, as she cast a humorous glance up toward the driver’s seat. Even though Kristina drove a gigantic Hummer, her massive frame was still cramped into the seat, making it look pitifully small. Aaron couldn’t help but swallow as he realized that Kristina’s huge ass was squished so tightly up against the center console that it was actually spilling over on top of it…and it spilled over even more when she whipped around and cast a cross glance behind at Courntey.

“That’s a hell of a way to speak to your navigator!” Kristina exclaimed, feigning irritation, as she turned her eyes forward, back to the road. “Maybe next time YOU volunteer to drive, huh? And then I’ll get some quality Aaron-time with Cassie in the back seat, instead of having my fat ass parked all the way up here, putting up with all your shit-talking!”

“She knows her car is the only one we’ll all fit in,” chuckled Courtney down to Aaron, shaking her head. “If we were all your size, there wouldn’t be a problem, now, would there? We tried to fit into Cassie’s cute little PT Cruiser, but…haha, well, we already told you how that went.”

Aaron swallowed and nodded. An image popped into his mind again of the three girls grimacing as they were forced to pry their huge asses and thick hips out of Cassie’s small car. He had to smile a little to himself, even as he felt another heat wave of arousal passing through him. They were so big now that ordinary spaces were beginning to be inaccessible.

‘Maybe I need to cool it with the wishes for a little bit,’ he thought to himself, as they passed by another young couple walking down the sidewalk, in which the woman looked to be a full head taller than the man. ‘Things are already perfect…aren’t they??’

“Psssh, haha, and it goes without saying,” laughed Cassie, inadvertently slapping Aaron’s thigh in her mirth, “That even though she moans and bitches about it, Kristina is the one who likes to be in the driver’s seat. Showing off your big man wheels and everything, hahaha — weaving through traffic, cutting people off…”

“Like, what’re they even gonna do about it?” Kristina grinned. “This is a Hummer, for godsakes! Good luck trying to run ME off the road!”

“Heh, like that guy tried to do the other day?” chuckled Cassie, who had now joined Courtney in feeling up Aaron’s thighs with her huge hand. She seemed intent on her conversation with Kristina, and Aaron was left to wonder whether the girls were beginning to subconsciously think of him as some kind of a stuffed animal, or a pet, who they could pet and tease and coo at and force to cum whenever they wanted to. He certainly felt like that, with Courtney and Cassie feeling him up like this, even as they laughed and joked with Kristina.

“Ha! Exactly!” burst out Kristina, making a sharp turn into the park, “Big man thought he could intimidate me by getting out of his car at that red light…and all I had to do was step out myself, and he got back in his car REAL quick. Haha, you should’ve seen how big his eyes got when he saw how much I towered over him!”

“Well he probably had never seen anyone as huge as you,” mused Cassie, “Since guys and girls are bursa escort sitesi usually about the same height — not us, though! Right, sweet boy?”

Cassie had playfully dug her long finger into Aaron’s side, tickling him and making him jump.

“R-Right!” he answered, nodding his head as he laughed. Privately, he marveled once again at the power of the diary — with that one wish the night before, of making all the women in the city 3 inches taller, he had completely changed everyone’s perception of what “normal” heights were for men and women…and all without any of them realizing it. It was just like he had always dreamt of: a world where it was normal for men and women to be the same size…or even, for women to be bigger. Already he could feel his resolve dissolving to “cool it” on the wishes.

“Alright, we’re here!” announced Kristina, shutting off her massive car. “God, it’s not even lunch time yet and I’m already starving!”

“Me too,” giggled Cassie, opening the door and sliding her huge ass up off the seat. As she did so, Aaron felt his entire body fall towards the space where her body had been before — that’s how tightly squeezed he was in between the two girls. As he fell towards the erotic gyrations of Cassie’s immense curves through her jean shorts, Aaron felt a warm, strong hand wrap lovingly around the entirety of his right shoulder and collarbone, preventing him from face-planting into the seat.

“Heh heh, easy there, tiger,” came Courtney’s chuckling, velvety voice from far above, “Here, come out with me.” Aaron felt the sensuous heat of her huge hand spilling over his back as she guided him out the other side of the car, and then going down to thread itself in between his legs as she made a “seat” out of her forearm, crouching low to guide his feet down, down to the ground. Even crouched low like this, Courtney was still a good 6 inches taller than him, and Aaron felt his breath catch as he looked slightly up into her deep, loving, brown eyes, which glinted with subtle mischief as she gave his balls a little squeeze once his feet had touched down.

“Yiiiip!” Aaron squealed, nearly cumming in his pants right then and there.

“Mmmmm, soooo cute!” hummed Courtney, winking at him as she rose up to her full height, usurping the entire extent of his vision. He had been blinking into her nose an instant before, but now he was gawking at the bulge of her pubic mound, pressing hard into the confines of her jean shorts. He had to avert his eyes upward to see her belt buckle.

“Hey, how about giving us a hand, you two?” Kristina asked, as she poked her head around the back end of the Hummer. She had a plethora of rolled-up yoga mats tucked under one arm, and in her other she was holding a tremendous picnic basket.

“Alright, sure,” Courtney replied, “What can we help with?”

“Well,” Cassie mused, coming around the back end of the car. An eclectic collection of huge hula hoops hung diagonally across her body, “As you can see, I’ve got all the hula hoops…”

“Yes, I can see that,” nodded Courtney humorously.

“There’s one more picnic basket,” Kristina continued, staring into the trunk, “And that’s it.”

“I’ll get it!” Aaron spoke up eagerly. He had a sudden urge to feel useful, if anything to distract himself from his own arousal, and from the inevitable erotic shock of seeing all the tall women walking around that he had created the previous night.

“Uh…heh, I mean, you can try, Aaron,” smiled Kristina, glancing up past him at Courtney, sharing a wry smile. “But I think it might be a little big for you. I packed it full for three big, hungry girls, so…”

“No, no, I…I can carry it,” Aaron maintained, and he hopped over to the trunk, standing next to the large pillar of Kristina’s bare thigh as he peered into the back of the car. He felt his heart sink when he saw the picnic basket. It might not have been quite as huge as the one Kristina was holding (with one hand), but it sure looked big.

“Having second thoughts?” Kristina teased him from far above. Aaron turned to address her and got a face-full of her lower abs, which he could make out under the firm, plush volume of her creamy white flesh poking out from underneath her tight turquoise t-shirt.

“I…n-no…no, I can, uh…here, look!” he stammered. Standing this close to Kristina, he couldn’t even see her face when he looked up since her huge breasts blocked his vision. He managed to tear himself away from gaping up at the underside of her breasts and back to the trunk. He reached out his arms, which looked pitifully small in comparison to the large picnic basket, and tried to pull it towards him. It budged a few inches, but that was it. Aaron couldn’t believe that it could be so heavy, and he tried harder. It scraped along the bottom of the trunk for an inch or two more, but already, Aaron could feel that his muscles were overmatched.

‘The freaking thing has to weigh over a hundred pounds!’ he thought incredulously. Feeling sheepish, he slowly turned and beheld the three girls grinning down at him. All three of them looked like they were having a great time watching him, in their own unique ways: Kristina was smiling open-mouthed and shaking her head, clearly mocking him; Cassie had her eyebrows raised, with the tip of her tongue sticking out in between her closed lips, looking like she was about to burst from the cuteness of the whole situation; and Courtney’s eyelids were closed halfway, blinking lusciously, as if she was patiently watching a child attempt something way over his head. Aaron was mesmerized by their size and beauty, but, as his failure to help was so obvious, he wasn’t able to avoid letting loose a dejected sigh. His own inadequacy was certainly a turn-on, but, paradoxically, that still didn’t stop him from wanting to at least feel a little bit useful.

“Here, sweetheart,” Courntey said gently, stepping forward and leaning over him, “It’s ok…lemme get that…”

An instant later she had effortlessly lifted the entire picnic basket up out of the trunk, over Aaron’s head, even pausing it playfully above him for a moment, twirling it around with her fingers to show him how easy it was for her.

Kristina slammed the trunk shut, and the three girls started walking towards their picnic spot. But Cassie lingered for a second, noticing the dejected look in Arron’s eyes.

“Aww, it’s ok baby,” she cooed down to him, “You don’t have to carry anything! Leave it up to the big girls, haha!”

Aaron sighed, smiling a little, as he shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t quite know what it was that had suddenly made him feel down. Maybe it was the remnants of his masculinity still calling out from within the far recesses of his mind, warning him against submitting entirely to this new world of his own making. Cassie tilted her head to the side a little, scrutinizing him. Her almond-shaped green eyes seemed to penetrate through him, like she was reading his mind. Perhaps Aaron only had this impression because of how big and tall she was. And yet…

“Haha, okay!” she laughed suddenly, “You can carry one of these!”

Smiling broadly, Cassie grabbed one of the eight hula hoops she had slung across her body and pulled it up over her head, presenting it to Aaron with a playful wink. He gladly accepted it, even as he felt overwhelmingly silly for the purported “help” he was actually giving. He was a bit surprised, too, when, after Cassie let go of the hula hoop, he felt its true weight, and was unable to keep it from clattering down on the pavement.

“Oh! Is…is it actually too heavy?” Cassie asked, a bit concerned.

“No! No, it…I can carry it fine,” Aaron replied, slinging it around his own shoulder. “I guess I just thought it was…uh…gonna be a little lighter, is all.”

“Haha well, these were the biggest ones I could buy,” chuckled Cassie, as the two of them joined Kristina and Courtney in walking towards the picnic spot. “I was gonna bring my old ones, only to realize that I couldn’t even fit my fat ass through them anymore! I hadn’t realized how much bigger I’ve gotten, I guess.”

“But what did that lady at the store mention?” asked Kristina, “About how a lot of the bigger items of pretty much everything were going out of stock? Bras, jeans, tops, shoes…and yeah, even things like hula hoops and…and what was that other thing that was so interesting?”

“Rings!” Cassie exclaimed, brandishing her own silver bracelet that flashed in the sunlight, “And jewelry!”

“Right,” nodded Kristina, “She was talking about how all these women were showing up and needing to get their rings and bracelets and stuff resized.”

“So strange!” Cassie laughed, “You would think that their husbands and boyfriends would know what size they were, wouldn’t you?”

“You would think, yeah,” agreed Kristina thoughtfully.

Aaron had been listening to this whole conversation with a certain degree of anxiety. He knew that, short of actually finding the diary, they could never trace anything back to him. Still, though, it made him nervous to hear them openly discussing the oddity of what was going on, from their perspective. In any case, his nerves were easily distracted by the heavy, luxurious fluctuations of their hips, with Cassie’s (in her 6-inch boots) and Courntey’s slightly above his eyes, and Kristina’s just about even with them. The hula hoop around his shoulder was so big that it was a little unwieldy, and it wasn’t lost on him how it spanned all the way down to his knees. Looking up to Cassie, he saw her sunnily walking along, with the hoops only reaching down to her waist.

“Aaaanyway, how about this spot?” Kristina asked. They had reached the top of a grassy hill, which sat comfortably under the shade of a large oak tree. The spot provided a perfect panorama view of the rest of the park.

“Nice!” Courtney said happily, “Usually this spot is taken by now.”

They settled down and spread out the picnic…or, more accurately, the girls did, while Aaron watched them with the oversized hula hoop slung around his body. In less than a minute, Courtney had laid out the picnic blanket, and Kristina had unpacked all the food.

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On my way to New York City, I stopped in Chicago to make a business call. By 3 PM my business was done. Once outside again the bright lights, the many aromas, the bells, whistles and horns hooked my attention. I flipped through a beautifully bound guide book highlighting all the best places to enjoy Chicago to its fullest. I took a cab to the one that appealed to me most. It was too early for dinner, so I relaxed in the huge, opulent bar to watch sports.

The bar was not overly crowded, but handsome young men and pink-lipped women in small groups bubbled over tables and areas of the bars. I could not help glancing over at the many boldly dressed, confident-looking women also relaxing after the end of the business week.

This must be a good place for women to meet available men, I thought, because several women looked my way and smiled. One alluring woman approached me and offered to buy me a drink. I was attracted to her immediately. She introduced herself simply as Sinead.

Sinead and I had cocktails. She was lovely! Tan by Chicago standards. She was tall, like me. She had marvelously big tits that she framed well in her elegant halter top. She teased me with them. Her chestnut hair was shoulder length. To my surprise, she was all over me. She touched me in so many parts of my body, I thought she was picking my pocket. I thought that her face flushed whenever I pulled back suddenly.

“You’re such a nervous Thomas!”, she said in my ear.

And she laughed. At first I was not sure if she was laughing with me or at me. She pressed her nails gently into my palms. She ran her finger tips beneath my collar. She brushed back the stray hair falling onto my forehead. She poked or squeezed me every time she told another sexy joke. Her eyelids seemed heavy… like bedroom eyes… I thought to myself. I was flattered by the many intimate signs Sinead gave me that she was interested in more than cocktails. What fascinated me more than anything was how clearly aroused it made her to put her hands on me, poking, prodding, scratching, pinching and gliding her hands over some part of me. I do not recall having quite that effect on a woman before.

On the other hand, I was careful not to touch her intimately, lest she think me too forward. I did not want her mood spoiled. So I let her touch me. She aroused herself as much as she aroused me! I could see her chest breathing deeply and quickly. I wished I could put my hands one her there, just to feel the pace of her heartbeat.

After dinner Sinead insisted that we go to her place, what she described as an opulent hotel suite paid for by her company. She seemed a bit giddy when I readily agreed. As soon as we got there I felt my ardor begin to soar and within moments I turned to her, and our lips met. I wanted her. Badly. I would go to great lengths. She was so very accommodating, encouraging me, telling me with her lips, her hands, and the small sounds she made that she wanted me to continue, My fingers trembled a bit as I raised my hand to unzip Sinead’s dress, but she closed her hand over mine, halting my progress. Sinead bursa escort pushed me back. “Not yet, baby”.

For a moment I felt a crushing twinge of rejection! Had I misread her so completely? But Sinead stood back only for a moment. Then she stepped back into me grinning. She pushed away my eager hands and she began undressing me instead! I stood there. I felt a rush rising up my spine…. nervousness mixed with curiosity, fear and arousal. I remember feeling glad she had taken over. My fingers would have trembled too much to coax open the small button on the delicate fabric of her outfit. And as she quickly stripped me, her face flushed again, her breathing came quickly, and her lip actually quivered. I was mystified by what it was in her imagination that aroused her so!

When I was naked, Sinead stepped back to admire me. She seemed quite pleased. She actually touched herself — her nipple and her inner thigh. “I’ll be right back”, she said and stepped out with the empty ice bucket. She returned only minutes later but with two women behind her. Each of them was as elegant as Sinead. Both of them looked at my naked body smiling as Sinead closed the door behind them. Sinead explained. “I told my friends that I was about to enjoy a really exciting man,” she said with a smirk, “and they just had to see you for themselves. I hope you don’t mind?”

As they came around me, I did not think she was really asking. A shapely black woman with a stunning chiseled face introduced herself. “You can call me Moana,” she said, and turned to Sinead with a smile. The other woman had very long dark hair and gorgeous hands. “I’m Teelie”, she said, “with a bright white smile”. I noticed Sinead shiver as a rush of arousal swept through her body. The other two women touched themselves, and touched each other, as if I was some sort of special prize!

I think I’m attractive, tall, lean, and muscular, with regular features. Women always told me how much they loved running their fingers through my hair.. But I never thought of myself as the kind of man women swoon over! I was genuinely puzzled… and very excited to be having such an effect on them!.

Teelie practically devoured me with her eyes, and still gazing at me, she spoke to Moana and Sinead.

“We should tie him down so we can each have a turn!”

Moana was quick to respond with a sensual, playful growl.

“I definitely want a turn with him!”

Sinead liked the idea.

“Yes! Let’s tie him down.”

I am usually comfortable being naked. But these three fully dressed glamorous women made me self-conscious. I covered myself with my hands. But they were having none of that. All three of them closed in, reaching for me, pulling my hands away from my erect groin, poking me, teasing me about my nakedness. They coaxed me back onto the very large bed as Sinead pulled off the bed cover and she actually squealed with delight!

As she fastened a leather cuff to my wrist, Moana nibbled my neck and whispered in my ear. “I want to make you smile.” On the other side, cuffing my other wrist, Teelie bursa eskort added, “Oh I’m gonna do even better,” she laughed.

Both of them laughed and caressed each other as they teased me with their fingers, while Sinead cuffed both my ankles.

They made my head spin! Nonstop foreplay… I could barely catch my breath! And I did not even notice them draw my hands back and tie my wrists to the head board! Apparently part of me had already yielded to the logic of the situation. I did not fight them when Sinead pulled my cuffed ankles apart and tied them to opposite corners. Sinead stood beside me smiling, unpinning her hair. I was fully erect.

I listened to their laughing banter, their innuendos about how they were going to fuck me. I was about to enjoy a fantasy I could not even imagine. Once they had me restrained in such a shocking way, their banter got hotter, wilder, and dirtier.

After they tested their handiwork with little tickles and mock attacks to make sure I could not move, Sinead opened a drawer. Each of them took a pretty cardboard box from the drawer, and returned to my sides. They appeared overjoyed, giggling and joking as they took positions around me, one on each side, and Sinead reclined beside me, gazing at my huge erection, my banana-shaped penis bouncing with arousal between my wide-spread thighs. She took an unusual pair of gloves from her bag and put them on. Each finger of the glove was tipped with a long feather.

She wiggled her gloved fingers before my eyes a few times, and then she feathered my tautly stretched side. I am horribly ticklish and I struggled against the restraints. Moana and Teelie opened their boxes, and each of them took out big feathers. When I realized what was about to happen, I panicked and I cursed and I demanded to be released. Sinead replied as she slowly feathered my erection. I could not exhale. Her explanation was so unexpected, it silenced me.

“We have something unusual in common,” Sinead began, “… so we made a club. It is a very big club now.”

She paused.

“Every weekend a few of us book a suite like this somewhere in the city. We find a sexy man like you who has the special thing we need, and we enjoy him by doing what we love doing best.”

When she saw my dumbstruck expression, she smiled so broadly I thought her face would break. And then Sinead lifted my butt and shoved a small soft pillow under me.

“And you are so *very* ticklish, aren’t you!!”

She gazed at me and rid herself of most of her clothing. He reached between her long smooth thighs as she watched panic overwhelm me.

And then it began. Moana tickled me all over my neck, chest and belly. Sinead tickled my anus, balls, and penis. Teelie just watched for the moment, as if deciding what she would do. Her hands were visible moving slowly beneath the fabrics of her blouse and skirt. I bucked and twisted! I writhed and contorted! I yanked myself in every way I could to evade their finger nails, and the terrible tips of the feathers and brush bristles. But my real horror began when my erection began bouncing and the head of my penis swelled so much, the taut skin shined in the light! They discovered that tickling arouses me sexually!

When they saw my erection go from long to longer, when they saw it bouncing and pulsing with need and anticipation, they were overjoyed!

“Tickling arouses him sexually!!” Sinead exclaimed loudly. “I’ve never experienced this before!”

I knew at that moment that I was in serious trouble! I could only hope that there would be highly erotic moments too.

They tickled me one at a time, two at a time, and all three together. They soon realized that they could torture me severely one moment, and then arouse me to fever pitch the next moment, simply by moving from my ticklish spots to my manhood, especially the underside of my penis, and just beneath its head! My poor brain was not prepared for this double assault. My nervous system could not reconcile the extremes of pleasure and suffering they put me through!

My body twitched as if cross-circuited! As they worked me over, I shivered, trembled, shook, twisted, churned, yanked, contorted, all the while either laughing hysterically, or crying out for mercy, as they moved from my most arousing spots to my most ticklish spots They worked me over for what seemed like an eternity, laughing and moaning the whole time. I was completely unraveled!

Teelie made a suggestion.

“Let’s have a contest! We each feather his cock one at a time. Whoever can get him most excited gets to have him for herself for a long time!”

Moana and Sinead burst out laughing and nodding their heads enthusiastically.

“Who goes first,” Sinead asked?

“We mustn’t let him cum,” Teelie reminded them, “so tickle him if he gets too close!”

They all agreed vigorously.

“Imagine what condition he’ll be in an hour from now!”, Sinead chortled.

Moana and Sinead made me suffer horridly as they brought me to the brink of climax and then yanked me back with a sudden severe tickling. But Teelie was the clear winner. He had me babbling incoherently, trembling and whipping my head from side to side. Then this shapely woman toweled me, ridding me of the sweat that covered me. She was eager to keep exciting me sexually with her free hand. Once I was dried off, she pulled down her pants and panties and climbed up on my upper chest. She lifted my head, pulling my face to her wetness. She washed her pussy with my face. She came so hard she released a very loud shout.

Moana appeared to be finished with me. She said her good-byes and left with Teelie. I was alone with Sinead.

Sinead undressed herself and reclined beside me. She feathered my erection, this time in an entirely erotic way, and Sinead mounted me when my erection began to bounce again She fucked me so sweetly, I nearly forgave her for the ordeal she made me endure. When she climaxed, she shrieked like a banshee. I came as if a tidal wave had crashed over me. I climaxed for many minutes. She kissed me, wished me well, and quickly left. I knew I would never see her again.

But how would I get loose?

I was alone. But not for long. The door opened. Three more elegantly dressed women came in staring at me. They giggled like school girls as they went to the open drawer. Each took out a fresh box!

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