Erica’s Downfall Ch. 02

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Two weeks later Erica was driving her car to Eric’s house. Today was the day when she was going to take a new step – not just be taken, but to take…

After the first session with Tony, who had found out her deception and used it to blackmail her, her emotions had been running riot. There was, on the one hand, the fear of being found out and the loss of status and dignity both for her herself and her husband, but on the other hand she had enjoyed being used, being made a slut – not just enjoyed but it had been hotter than anything she had ever experienced – and in the subsequent session she had with Tony a week after the first she had begged and begged again, been made to do all sorts of humiliating things – had wanted to do them – just for him to take her. She knew that any time Tony beckoned she would melt for him completely, do whatever he wanted. Not because she was being blackmailed, but because it was everything she had ever wanted, and never realised it.

But this was different. In the two sessions so far she could still believe that she was submitting to the other person because she had no choice. Now it was her taking – she had to seduce this man she barely knew, this man she had conned out of his award, this man who was 30 years older than she was. It was enough being a slut to a man who controlled her. How much more to be a slut by seducing a stranger…

Over the last week Erica had played over and over in her mind how she would do it. How do you set about seducing a stranger? How do you make sure they don’t run? Erica had played many scenarios over in her mind. If she was honest, she would admit she had really enjoyed playing those scenarios and on several occasions had found her panties sopping wet, and on a couple of times had had to masturbate. In the end she had decided, she had planned. She had planned enough to get to the stage where Eric would take the encounter to its conclusion.

Erica was very nervous as she pulled up outside Eric’s house, opened the door, stepped out, clicked the button on her car key to lock her vehicle and headed to the door…

Eric was puzzled – there was something strange about it all. Out of the blue he had received a phone call from the head of the hospice charity group he worked for. Could she come and see him, she needed his help, his advice. Why?

Eric couldn’t understand why someone he had never spoken to, someone he felt looked down on him, would all of a sudden want his advice. And it wasn’t the first strange thing. When Erica received her Governors award someone had said to him they were sorry. Why? Why sorry? Erica worked hard and deserved her award.

As he waited Eric’s mind wandered back to earlier days, to his own wife who had died three years before. He remembered some of the things they did. He remembered their moving to this community ten years before – they had no choice but to move. He remembered their discovery of charity work – how they had enjoyed charity work, and also how it gave them opportunities no-one ever dreamt were available – opportunities they never shirked. Being good, serving and upright citizens opened doors other people perhaps never considered. Was this an opportunity? Probably not, but there was no reason why he shouldn’t prepare as if it might be – he had had few opportunities since his wife’s death. It was just that things didn’t feel right about it all. Eric went through to the back of the house to sort one or two things – just in case…

Erica stepped towards the door with a confidence she didn’t feel. Over the journey to Eric’s house her confidence had melted away – she had the skills to look confident, but confidence itself was harder to keep hold of. She rang the bell, waiting nervously. Eric opened it and invited her inside.

It was the first time Erica noticed that Eric, for his age, was a good looking man. Someone who had worked out, kept his body in shape. They chatted about the weather and other trivia while Eric made coffee for them.

Eric also noticed that Erica looked attractive in her tight fitting navy skirt and white blouse. Not only was she shapely, she was also attractive, particularly when she smiled. He hadn’t seen much of the smile before, she had always looked rather forbidding when he had seen her in the past. He also noticed the nervousness, as much as Erica tried to hide it.

At last they were both sat, and Eric spoke: “How can I help you?” He tried hard to make his voice sound business-like.

Erica took a moment to reply, then spoke hesitantly. “I’m sorry to bother you. I need some advice from a man – a man who has a fair bit of experience, and thought you might help.” Both Erica’s voice and any remaining confidence disappeared at that moment.

“I’ll do whatever I can,” said Eric encouragingly, wondering what was happening here.

It was a few moments before Erica spoke again. “Hope you don’t mind me being personal, but…” Again she hesitated before speaking again. “It’s about my husband.”

Again Erica stopped – she was saying what she porno had prepared, but her confidence in what she was saying had long since dissipated. Eric encouraged her: “Your husband?”

Suddenly she blurted it – all the words she had prepared, but not in the way she had prepared it. “Yes. How can I help him to give me pleasure? We have sex, but he doesn’t care about my or my pleasure. How can I help him to think about me?”

Erica paused just to catch breath. “You and your wife were always happy together, you must have given each other real pleasure. I’ve never had pleasure from him. Ever. He never cares about me when we…” Erica’s voice trailed away, Eric leaving a period of quiet for Erica to gather her thoughts, though staring at her intently.

Erica continued – suddenly the act had gone and she was pouring out the truth. “I have to lie there while he gets his pleasure. And have to suck him…you know – down there, and he gropes me and I’m supposed to pretend it’s wonderful and I never cum. Almost never. It’s awful. It must be better than that.” Again Erica’s voice trailed away.

Eric left a period of quiet before speaking gently. “So you want more pleasure from sex?”

Erica’s mind was racing with anger at her husband, the desire to experience more – to go beyond Tony, wondering if this man would get the message…

Eric’s mind was also racing. He knew for sure – she had come to seduce him. He also wanted to put the brakes on – he wanted to make Erica lead him further. As yet it was clear she didn’t know…

Erica replied. “Yes, I want more.”

Eric had now worked out his plan. He spoke again. “Have you never had more pleasure than your husband gives you?”

Erica didn’t speak, she just turned bright red. Eric knew he was on to something. He pushed on.

“So what Kind of things have given you more pleasure than you husband, recently?”

Erica wanted to tell him. But her nerve was going. “Please don’t tell anyone. Please don’t tell anyone at all.”

Eric re-assured her instantly. “Of course not…”

Erica again hesitated before speaking. “I was seduced by a man, two weeks ago. He humiliated me. Made me beg. I felt like a real slut. It was fantastic…” her voice trailed off as she spoke.

“And?” said Eric quietly.

Suddenly Erica spoke with an unexpected vehemence. “And I want more. I want to do even more.”

Eric remained quiet for several seconds, before speaking again. “You can ask me to do more.”

Suddenly Erica’s attention was caught. “What?”

Eric spoke quietly again. “You can ask me for more, and you won’t regret it.”

Erica’s mind paused. This was all wrong. She was going to come and seduce this man. She was going to be in control. Make it happen. And here she was about to ask him to …well she didn’t know what. Here she was about to hand over to him…she didn’t know what. He mind said stop, escape, but her voice betrayed her. “Please, I want to do more.”

Eric paused – he too was planning in his mind where this might go. He spoke again. “Are you sure? I like to do things a bit extreme, and once we start you won’t be able to get away. Stop things. You really want to go through with it?”

Erica was quiet, her mind clearly fighting against itself. It was Eric who spoke. “If you want to go through with it, then you must remove your skirt, then come with me…” Eric knew that to give a person something to do often unlocks them before their mind and mouth can decide.

Erica sat for a minutes, then stood to her feet. Her body was responding while the rest of her shouted no, run away, stop. She reached behind herself, undid the hook, then the zip, let the skirt fall to the floor.

Eric gasped – she was beautiful, but even more she was naked, not wearing any panties under her skirt. He saw the beautiful black pubic hair which led of treasures to be discovered…

Eric kept his calm, stood to his feet, and spoke gently to Erica. “Come with me.” He led her to the bedroom he had prepared earlier, hoping against hope that Erica’s visit might lead to…this.

“Lie there, on your back.” He pointed to a bench. He didn’t even need to “order” her – she wanted this…

Erica lay on the bench, her head resting on a pillow at one end, the other end just supporting her bottom. Erica’s feet rested on the ground. Within seconds, Eric had fixed two straps – one across her waist, the other across the top of her chest and under her arms. Both held her tightly and securely – there was no escaping, even though her arms and legs were still loose. Eric sat on a stool next to the bench to speak to Erica, while his hand rested on one of her breasts.

“Before we proceed, I think I should tell you a story.” Erica’s mind was all a confusion, but Eric continued.

“You know me as Eric Thornton – that’s the name we used while we lived here for the last nine years. That’s not my real name, you know.”

Eric paused for a moment before continuing. “Until nine years ago I was called Eric Thresher. You may anime porno remember the name.”

Erica’s mind was whirling – yes she did know the name, but couldn’t remember where from. Eric continued.

“You may remember the newspapers nicknamed me Thresher the thrasher. You may remember my name well spread all over the papers. You may remember I had to leave my work as a professor.”

Suddenly it all came back to Erica. Yes, she did remember. The professor who was caught – along with his wife, giving special lessons to his students. She remembered how he was caught spanking his female students and remembered the stories of sex sessions. Everyone assumed the stories grew in their telling. But she also remembered that the students adored him. Not one would testify against him. All reported how wonderful he was. It was assumed the papers had blown the story out of all proportion. But a professor with a spanking and sex scandal with students was a professor who was out of work. But with a healthy pension. Forever.

“Please,” said Erica, after moment. She stopped – not knowing what she was asking for.

Eric spoke again. “Those girls never spoke of what really happened, and how much pleasure they got. The papers only got the tip of the iceberg. But you are going to find out now…”

Eric pushed the stool aside and took to metal brackets which fitted in the base of the stool, which had rings at the other end. Eric took Erica’s foot and put it in one ring, her other foot in the other and strapped them there. Erica found herself in a position, a sort of device a woman might give birth in. She was suddenly aware there was one difference – she could not escape this one. She was suddenly aware of something else. She did not want to escape this one. She suddenly new Eric would not hurt her. Would not harm her – perhaps hurt wasn’t the right word. And she suddenly knew she wanted this…

“AAAAAAAAAAAAA” Erica’s voice screamed out, the searing pain on the inside of her thigh ripping her from her revelry. She didn’t know it was a riding crop that had caught her, but she certainly knew the pain, searing through her soft flesh. Her body squirmed to fight the pain, more painful than anything she had experienced before.

At first the pain was all she knew, but as the pain subsided Erica felt something else – something which felt better – she felt a finger just gently massaging her clitoris, which was responding to the treatment. Slowly the balance between the pain and pleasure tilted until the pleasure became stronger. Suddenly a moan escaped her lips – it was the cue for the finger to be withdrawn.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAA” again Erica screamed out – this time the searing pain was on the inside of her other thigh. Tears were now rolling down her face as she fought the pain. Again, after fighting it she felt something else – again, the finger on her clitoris, the balance between the searing pain and pleasure shifting. Again, she moaned, again the cue for the finger to be removed.

At first Erica had been deeply embarrassed to have her legs spread wide, her pussy on view, but the embarrassment had already been overtaken by the pain and pleasure. For Eric, who took a few moments to look more carefully at Erica – the beautiful body, the beautiful legs spread, the pussy – so sweet, open to him, the red stripes on either side of the inside of her thighs from the riding crop – he had so missed this over the last couple of years.

Suddenly Erica felt a different sensation – this time a prickling feeling. More, perhaps a feeling that lots of little needles were being stuck into the lips of her pussy. But it wasn’t needles – these things gave way, and didn’t hurt badly. For Eric he loved to use the ear of wheat on a woman’s pussy. It just sat on the edge of pain and pleasure, scratching and prickling and caressing…

He let the ear of wheat scratch the lips of her pussy gently, then caress her clitoris. Then gently around her anus. For Erica the mixture of “scratching” and caressing was wonderful horrible, exciting… Erica just knew she didn’t want it to stop. She knew her pussy was sopping wet, but she just wanted it to continue. For ever. As he breathing became shorter.

For about 5 minutes Eric used the ear of wheat, as Erica became ever more excited, moaning loudly. As she approached her orgasm, Eric stopped, jabbed his fingers into the wheals he had made earlier so that the pain overwhelmed any excitement, any arousal that was about to overtake Erica. As he jabbed his fingers into the wheals she screamed with the pain…

After perhaps 30 seconds Eric removed his fingers, let Erica calm, until he began to caress her again with the ear of wheat, this time working it on the lips of her pussy., easing it slowly inside of her – the scratching was excruciating, and thrilling, and wonderful and … Erica was long past words as she became more and more aroused by what was happening to her, her body squirming against the leather straps which held her to the bench.

Gradually arap porno she felt the ear of wheat going further and further inside her, scratching her, tantalising her, arousing her. Erica’s hips were bucking – she knew she was being obscene but couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop as the excitement drove inside of her.

At last Eric had the ear of wheat as far inside as he could make it go. Erica found it too much – she had to cum. She was on the edge, she needed more. Erica cried out. “Please make me cum. Please play with my clit. Please…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…” As she begged she suddenly felt the whip across the inside of her left thigh, parallel to the first stripe. This time as she caught her breath she screamed a second time – the whip across the inside of her other thigh, leaving another red mark next to the first.

Erica squirmed against the pain, while Eric watch. For Eric this was what he loved to see. A girl on the edge of arousal and pain, emotions and feelings all jumbled up together. Eric regretted that his wife was no longer there to enjoy it with him – they had enjoyed these things together so much. As he paused he chuckled to himself. This woman coming to seduce him, and here she was, at his mercy…

At last Erica’s pain had dissipated enough, and Eric flicked the stalk of the ear of wheat still in her pussy, causing her to moan on the edge of pain and pleasure.

Eric picked up a second ear of wheat and this time began to caress her anus with it. Eric didn’t know what she was doing – no-one, before Tony and now Eric had ever been allowed there. Now she wanted it. Again the mix of scratching and caressing had Erica aroused, so Eric put a finger into her ass to open her ring, then withdrew it and put the ear of wheat into her before the ring had closed. To feel something so scratchy on such a sensitive area – it was excruciating, wonderful – Erica was long past putting words to anything.

Slowly Eric worked the ear of wheat further into her, the prickling going further inside her, until the ear had disappeared through the ring. Erica was sobbing in pain and pleasure as Eric tweaked the stems of ears of wheat. Again she was begging – but every time she got near orgasm, Eric would simple stop moving them until she calmed down again.

For perhaps half an hour Eric had tormented her with the wheat, with the whip, the caressing. Erica had never known anything like it for pleasure, and plain, and horror and delight and arousal.

At last Eric seemed to relent to Erica’s pleading. He took a third ear of wheat and began to tickle Erica’s clitoris, scratching and caressing, as Erica became more excited. He spoke to her, commanded her: “Tell me what you are, tell me what’s happening.”

Erica would do anything through this, and her voice spoke before her mind was engaged. “I’m a slut, a whore.” She paused. “My cunt is on fire. My ass is on fire.” She sobbed as she spoke. “Please, make me cum.”

Suddenly Erica screamed out, her body shook as the orgasm overwhelmed her…

She screamed again – she vaguely felt the whip crack against the first welt on her left thigh, then the right thigh. He body was wracked with orgasm and pain and confusion as she shook, and shuddered, moaning with she knew not what.

At last, after what seemed like an age, she came down from the mix of feelings and sensations and emotions, exhausted by the hardest and best orgasm she had ever ever experienced. She had never know anything like this.

As she came around she felt she was free of the straps, her legs on the floor, as she lay on the bench exhausted, the ears of wheat removed from her.

Eric had left the room, and returned a couple of minutes later with a tray of coffee. He put the tray of coffee on a table, then helped Erica to sitting on an armchair. He passed her some strong black coffee. Erica knew she probably still couldn’t stand from the exhaustion of her pleasure, the effects of the whip. Erica was still wearing her blouse and bra, but not skirt or panties – she had not brought her panties in the first place. Somehow she didn’t feel naked – somehow she wanted to be naked for this man, she wanted to be a slut for him.

At last they were both sitting with they coffee. Eric spoke, gently. “I think you came her to seduce me today, and found something different!”

Erica smile coyly, knowing he was right. Knowing she had found something better. She spoke hesitatingly, trying to find words for what she wanted to say. “Please, I have a life with my husband, please, but I want you to own me. Please, I know you will be good to me, but I want to give myself to you.”

Eric smiled – he replied confidently. “When you are with me – when I call you – then I own you, completely. You will be my property to use. And we will seal this in the proper way in a few moments. Perhaps we need a little bargain – you can offer yourself to me – by sucking me off. I’ll accept you in the way I always do.

Erica, pondered and then suddenly realised she wanted more than anything to suck this man off. She staggered to him having regained some strength in her legs, knelt before him, undid his trousers and began – she would strive to give him the best blow job ever, she thought as her mouth touched the tip of his cock…

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The Game Ch. 02

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Chapter Two – Petra Returns

21 September 2007

David had showered and dressed while his daughter Rachael lay sleeping and then waited impatiently for the nanny to arrive. He’d drank too much coffee and stole another two elicit cigarettes and was feeling a little high as well as anxious and preoccupied.

Who was the Quizmaster and why were they blackmailing him? Surely it had to be either Rachael, Timothy, Sandra, or Bethany; there were other students who knew about The Game but only the group of six had played it. But why wait twenty years? What did they want?

The nanny arrived promptly at ten; she was one of the many English speaking foreign students who paid to attend university in the UK, she supplemented her income nannying for Marie and David three days a week, making up any missed classes in the evening. David handed over custody of Rachael, snatched up his mobile phone and car keys and drove his Honda Civic to the address he had been directed to in the blackmail letter.

Parking was terrible in the small streets close to the university, without a resident’s permit on-street parking was not permitted anyway. This suited David; he didn’t want to park too close to his old digs. He didn’t know if the Quizmaster was watching him but more importantly he didn’t want to have to explain to Marie why he was there if some nosy-Parker told her that David had been seen near his old flat.

He found metered parking in a lot around the corner and used a shortcut through the back alleys to get to his old flat. When he arrived out from of the big Victorian house he was unsure what to do; the letter had instructed him to come to this address to find his dare but didn’t provide any further clarification. Then he saw the corner of a lavender envelope protruding from the mailbox slot for flat 12C, his old address. He looked around carefully and saw that the street around him was empty and he carefully extracted the envelope. David had trouble squeezing the envelope though the slot; it was bulky and heavy. Inside was a set of keys.

David opened the door to the bedsit that had been his home throughout his time at university. He entered the diminutive one-room bedsit comprising of a combined kitchen, lounge, and bedroom; fitted with a kitchen sink, gas burner cooktop and tiny refrigerator. A tiny ensuite bathroom had somehow been fabricated when the existing residence had been subdivided into boarding rooms; an even smaller closet-come-wardrobe beside it. It was like stepping into the past; the room was decorated exactly as it had been when David lived there. Or more correctly, when Petra lived there.

There was a small wooden dining table with two chairs set against the window, an overstuffed lounge chair and scarred, cigarette burned, coffee table in front of a TV and a CD player sitting on a small cabinet, a double bed with pink satin duvet and half a dozen throw pillows. An attempt had been made to cover the baby-shit coloured wall with iconic posters: The Bangles, Heart, Cindy Lauper, Madonna, Kate Bush, Michelle Pfeiffer, Molly Ringwald. When Petra was not ‘in residence’, the posters would be replaced by posters of Huey Lewis and the News, Prince, Tom Cruise, Sly Stallone, Arnold Schwarzennger, the Rolling Stones, and English football heroes. The duvet would be a plain black cotton coverlet; there would be no throw pillows.

For two years David had lived a double-life. To his university fellows, to his friends, to his family, to the outside world he was David: boozer, doper, struggling student, and Game player. Most evenings and on weekends, except when he was gaming, David transformed into Petra: an attractive, leggy, young woman with a penchant to dress immodestly at times.

Petra was also William’s secret lover.

The room smelled vaguely of Christian Dior’s Poison; Petra’s favourite perfume, undercut with cigarette smoke and marijuana.

David made his way over to the closet. It was filled with Petra’s clothing: some dresses, but mainly skirts and blouses and a couple of jackets. He squeezed the padded shoulders of a dark blue fitted jacket with gold buttons and smiled wanly. He opened the drawers and found an accumulation of lingerie and hosiery, the second drawer held costume jewellery and accessories, a small collection of high heels was laid out on the shoe rack. There was no male clothing. In the two years that Petra existed alongside David, David had kept his male clothing in the closet; Petra’s clothes had been secreted in two hanging clothes bags, the shoes, underwear and accessories locked in a suitcase under the bed.

He was not surprised to see Petra’s makeup laid out on the vanity in the bathroom. This too would be secreted away in the suitcase whenever David was in residence.

At first it was difficult living a double life but he soon got into a routine. Most of the time the flat looked exactly like a bachelor flat, everything unkempt, clothes tossed here and there, empty beer bottles, pizza boxes and Indian food containers porno izle piled next to the sink. When Petra was in residence the place was immaculate and feminine.

Being a loner, except for his group of game-playing friends, he didn’t have to worry about unexpected visitors. On the rare occasions that he hosted his friends or family the place looked very blokey. Most evenings Petra was in residence and the only visitor she had was William. Sweet William.

David closed the bathroom door and sat on the bed and put his head in hands.

Someone had recreated his life from twenty years ago and whoever it was seemed to know everything about his past. He suddenly felt very tired; almost exhausted. He kicked off his loafers and lay down on the bed.

He could smell Petra on the pillows; Poison perfume, her finishing powder, her shampoo. He stared at the cracked and stained ceiling and recalled what had happened when Petra and William had left The Head Office.

September 1985

Petra and William walked home like lovers; never really talking, just happy to be together. At one point William pulled Petra into an alley and kissed her passionately, holding her tight, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She had rubbed against him like a cat, lifting a leg and curling it around him. His hand found her leg and stroked her stockinged thigh.

They broke the kiss and continued home, Petra was so infatuated that she hadn’t even thought about what might happen if one of the neighbours saw her. It was unlikely anyway as it was after midnight and in any event no one would have recognised her as David.

“Well this is it. Are you sure?” Petra tuned to face William; her pretty eyes searched his.

William kissed her nose affectionately.

“Lets go up; it’s cold,” he smiled at her and then squeezed her buttock.

“Cheeky,” she smiled back at him.

Petra didn’t know what had come over her; she was behaving like a ditzy teenage girl rather than a twenty-year-old man. But David was gone; there was no David, only Petra.

She panicked a little when she realised that her keys were still at Bethany’s flat but she knew that a spare key to the front door was hidden under a flowerpot. She opened the door to the terrace house and put a finger to her lips indicating for William to be quiet. He had to help her up the stairs, not so much because of the booze and the dope, but because she was still learning to walk in her high heels.

David often left the door to his flat unlocked; after all what was there to steal? He had done so tonight and Petra opened the door and stepped inside. As soon as William came inside she closed the door, spun the lock and pulled William to her. They kissed all the way to the bed in the dark.

William shucked out of his clothes while Petra turned on the bedside lamp and threw a sheer red scarf over it. It gave the room a rosy intimate glow. She lay down on the bed and watched William take off the last of clothes; his penis was erect again and stood out proudly from his thin frame.

Petra had never been with a man before; how could she? She hadn’t existed until tonight. But David knew how his girlfriends behaved and what they did to please him and that knowledge now resided inside Petra.

She held out her arms and William lay on the bed on top of her. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, relishing the feel of his hard manhood pressing against her lower belly.

Petra reached between their bodies; she wanted to feel the girth of William’s penis; it was hard and sleek in her grasp. She became tumescent herself, her own erection pushed against her skirt through her panties. She gasped when William touched her there, under her skirt.

They kissed and fondled each other languidly; in the safety of the flat there was no rush. Petra manoeuvred herself so that she was astride William; sitting on him as he lay prone. She kissed his lips, worked her way down his neck to his chest, his belly and found his penis with her mouth. She licked his turgid phallus, exploring the flesh with her tongue; the veiny shaft, the bulbous purple glans, she tickled his fraenulum knowing that it would drive him wild with desire, which it did. She took his member into her mouth and slowly sucked on it; relishing the little globules of pre-seminal fluid that she licked away and swallowed.

William moaned and held her face; gently guiding her tongue and her mouth to the sensitive places on his manhood and his scrotum. Petra took his testes in her mouth and suckled them until William lifted her face out of his groin.

“Stop or I’ll come,” he whispered.

“I want you to come darling,” Petra smiled up at him as she stroked his shaft.

William pulled her up beside him and kissed her.

“I want to come inside you,” he whispered in her ear.

Petra looked at him lovingly and nodded.

She knew what this would mean and although she had never done anything like it before, the fundamentals amatör porno of the act that he wanted her to perform were obvious to her. In the dresser drawer was a tube of lubricant that David used sometimes when he bought women home. Petra took the tube of KY jelly and smeared a gobbet of it on William’s penis, working the cool viscous lubricant into his fleshy manhood with her fingers. He reached down to stop her.

“Careful of I’ll misfire,” he smiled.

Petra kissed him and while doing so she reached behind herself, inside her knickers, and placed a globule of the viscous lubricant between her buttocks on her sphincter.

Still kissing William she straddled him, her knees on the bed and her buttocks poised above his groin. William embraced her as his tongue searched her mouth. Petra hiked up her skirt and deftly reached behind herself to pull the gusset of her panties aside, exposing her sphincter.

She positioned William’s penis at the entrance to her anus and slowly, ever so slowly, lowered herself on his engorged organ until she was impaled on William’s hard cock.

Petra threw back her head and moaned like a harlot as she slowly began to ride him.

She was expecting some pain as she slid William’s hard phallus inside her sphincter and pain she got; but she bit her lip and tried to relax. As more of him entered her the pain receded and metamorphosed to a feeling of fullness and then a delightful perception of tingling pleasure radiated from the tight ring of her sphincter. A deep pulsing delectable sensuality disseminated from her prostate and she positioned herself so as to guide William’s organ onto the sensitive gland.

William held her by the hips and helped guide her as she slowly started to ride him; lifting herself so that the tip of William’s penis was just inside her and then lowering herself and grinding her buttocks as she was fully impaled.

William smiled up her and she smiled down at him.

“Nice?” she asked as she rode him with slow deliberate thrusts.

He smiled up at her and nodded. She fell on him so that they could kiss while they fucked. William adjusted his hips so that she remained fully impaled on his cock as they kissed passionately.

Petra began to drive herself more vigorously up and down as the delightful feelings of rapture increased. She felt so feminine, so womanly, so wanton, and so downright lewd as she fucked her lover. She could feel the fullness of him inside her and it just felt so right, so perfect.

She wriggled her buttocks and bucked against him, driving his penis deep inside her, the deeper he probed the more wonderful it felt. They pawed at each other as they kissed and fucked; William raked her thighs, laddering her stockings with his enthusiasm and then returned his hands to her hips so that he could drive himself upward and deep inside her.

The front of Petra’s panties was soaked with pre-ejaculate; she was close to orgasm and sensed that William was too.

She broke the kiss and threw back her head; pushing down on William’s chest with her palms and rutted on top of him and then pressed her buttocks down hard into his groin as she ejaculated into her knickers. William squeezed her hips and pushed her down on him as he emptied himself deep in her anus; his cock pulsing as jets of hot semen filled her tight passage.

They both howled with pleasure and Petra fell forward smashing her lips against his as she writhed and wriggled astride him, impaled by his erupting manhood. They clung to each other and rode their orgasms to a precipice and then slowly came down together.

She lay on top of him panting, trying to regulate her breathing. William held her close as his penis slowly drained the last of his issue and deflated inside Petra. When she felt him fall out of her anus, Petra slid her panties back into place, feeling a little of him leak from her as she did.

They lay side by side, not speaking, just kissing and touching until William once again became engorged and this time she lay underneath him, just like a woman, as he made love to her, kissing and caressing her throughout. They climaxed together again and then fell asleep in each other’s arms.

When Petra awoke the next morning William was gone and she had to deal with the awful practicalities of the previous night. Her knickers were soaked with semen and other bodily fluids that made her look away and wrinkle her nose; she would soon come to realise the importance of douching. Her stockings were laddered beyond repair and the clothes she had borrowed from Bethany were rumpled, stained and smelled of sex.

She was hungover and morose; she couldn’t believe that she had given herself over to such wonton lasciviousness simply because she was dressed as girl. And with her best friend; who she no idea how she could ever face again.

She put all of the blame, guilt and regret on herself, laying no blame on William, as she stripped off her clothes, washed off her makeup anal porno and showered away all evidence of ever being Petra. But when David looked at himself in the mirror he could see the bite marks on his neck, the scratches on his hips and shoulders, and the imprints of Williams fingers on his thighs and buttocks.

He washed out the knickers in the sink and hung them to dry alongside the bra and suspender belt and then dressed in jeans and a shirt and stook the blouse and skirt to the dry cleaner on the corner, paying in advance for a same day service.

Later that afternoon he went around to Bethany’s hoping that she would be out and he could just leave the clothing on her door but she was home and insisted on hearing how the evening had panned out.

“More of the same really; guys kept coming onto me and I kept repelling them. It got boring and repetitive,” David lied.

“Well I have to say you looked absolutely gorgeous as Petra; so feminie and downright sexy. I’m a little jealous,” Bethany kidded him.

“Anyway thinks for bringing back my clothes and stuff, you didn’t have to do so straight away. Can I offer you a bevy?” Bethany made her way over to the sideboard where a few cans of lager a cask of wine sat.

David felt his gore rise at the prospect of drinking.

“No thanks Rache; I’ll just take my clothes and keys and fuck off,” David got up out of the armchair.

“Well at least let me fix that for you,” Bethany looked down at David’s hands.

He was so preoccupied and hungover that he didn’t realise that he was still wearing nailpolish. Bethany sat him back down and went to work with nailpolish remover while David tried not to gag on the acetone fumes.

21 September 2007

David’s phone beeped bringing him out of reverie. It was a text from Marie reminding him that she wouldn’t be home for dinner and that he would need to feed their baby Rachael prior to putting her down for the night. David texted a response and put his flip-phone down on the nightstand and was about to get up off the bed when he saw the envelope tucked under the pillow beside him.

He tore it open and read the typed black text on the lavender paper.

‘Petra,

I much prefer the conventions of our time at university, conversing by letter, but modern technology is wonderful and essential to your first dare.

However might I suggest you practice your makeup skills, you are undoubtedly rusty after such a long absence. Maybe slip into some of Petra’s clothes and practice that sexy Bonnie Tyler voice and walk around in high heels until you are comfortable in them again.

Anyway to business… In the corner are a few contrivances that our out of place in this memorial to your past life. One is the Toshiba laptop next to the TV and beside it a mobile phone. The computer is unlocked as is the phone. You will need them for this and future challenges.

Your dare begins at seven PM and finishes at midnight tonight as per the rules of The Game. I hope that is not too inconvenient for you Petra but I really don’t care if it is; you know the consequences if you don’t play or don’t see the dare through to completion. Your first challenge is simple and is designed to make you comfortable being back in your own persona and you have plenty of time to prepare.

I have arranged a date for you, an assignation really, on a dating site. You are to let the man into your apartment at 7PM and entertain him until midnight; you know what I mean by entertain right?

Failure to complete the dare means I win The Game and the kitty and as a consequence all of your friends, family and business associates will get to meet Petra and be entertained no doubt by the details of her sordid past.

Don’t be too shocked Petra; admit that you are a little intrigued and excited to be resurrected and put back to good use doing what you do best. You fucking whore!

The Quizmaster’

“What the Fuck!” David shouted to the empty room.

There was no way that he could undertake this dare. Who would look after the baby? What would he tell Marie? And who makes dates with strangers on hook-up sites?

David got up off the bed leaving the letter on the pink duvet and went over to TV stand where an eighties-vintage color TV sat and incongruently beside it a Toshiba laptop with a telephone jack inserted in the modem port at the rear. The telephone cable was long enough to reach the coffee table and David set it down there and sat in the lounge chair. He leaned forward and pressed the Windows login icon for ‘Petra Pantsdown’; the Quizmaster had a sense of humour.

As David was advised no password was required and the welcome screen opened to reveal that the dialup internet connection was functioning and the web browser was operating with a number of windows open. The first was a hotmail email inbox for Ms Petra Pantsdown, the second the profile page on the Adult Friend Finder dating site for a Ms Petra Pantsdown. Her profile was adequately populated with pictures of her, mostly demure but a few compromising pictures of her and William but William’s face had been obscured. To summarise the profile it was basically was a plea from a promiscuous transvestite looking for casual encounters with men.

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He kissed her on the cheek, very properly, almost coldly as he greeted her at Heathrow airport. “Welcome to London, my slut,” he whispered into her ear as his face brushed against hers. “My car is just out front, let’s get your things.”

The word “slut,” which he seemed so determined to use when speaking to her had not yet found a place in her heart, she was hoping their time together might change that as she knew he had a reason for calling her by what she considered to be a very derogatory term. She thought she deserved better and perhaps, she was hoping that she might change his mind about the use of that word, maybe she could sway him to call her his “queen” or his “goddess” or something positive? Was that too much to ask?

She was nervous, highly uncomfortable, out of her element. She felt capable of charming most anyone but she had a feeling that her charms would be falling on deaf ears and blind eyes over the next few days. She felt like she had been disarmed. She was vulnerable and open and more unsure of herself than she ever had been in the past.

“So, slut, how was your trip? I trust you enjoyed the flight over?”

“Yes, I did…quiet, a little dull and, quite honestly, I was so nervous about meeting you that I couldn’t sleep, not that I didn’t try. I actually spent much of the flight fantasizing – it took everything I had not to go into the loo to masturbate.”

“Good, that makes me proud that you did not succumb to your desires. So, I’d like you to touch yourself now, in front of me.”

Immediately she realized her mistake, she should never have opened this door so quickly, so easily unless she was prepared to walk through it and she didn’t feel anywhere near ready yet.

“I’d rather not.” she hesitated, wondering what to say next. “Sir.” “I mean, I just arrived and we haven’t spent any real time together. I would just like to get comfortable with you, to get to know you…” her voice trailed off.

He didn’t say a word to her, he simply pulled off at the next exit, drove to a quiet road and stopped his car. Mr. J killed the ignition, unbuckled his seat belt, unbuckled P’s seat belt and grabbed her by the back of the head, tangling his hands in her hair, to better his grip.

Before she knew what was happening, she was over his lap and Mr. J was spanking her ass.

“What the hell are you doing?! Stop hitting me!” Mr. J continued to slap her bum, one cheek, than the other, over and over.

“Take me back to the airport. Right now! This is ridiculous. I just got here! Stop it!!!”

Again, no response from Mr. J. He was bigger and stronger and he just continued with the spankings.

“Fuck you!”

He released her and she ungracefully made it back into her seat. He looked at P with disgust and anger.

“My dear slut,” (he said with a clenched jaw), “I want you to masturbate for me, now and here. Do it now!” he grabbed her hand, pushed up her dress and put her hand over her pussy.

“Start playing with yourself or I will tie you up, put you in the trunk and leave you there until you are ready to do what I say.”

P slipped her hand inside her panties and began rubbing her clit, sliding her fingers inside for lubrication. Rather than getting back on the road, Mr. J just watched her, stared at her – not in her eyes, not at her face but at her hand and its motion. He reached into the glove box, touching her knee and took out an old pocket knife.

P realized, for perhaps the 100th time, that this was nuts, absolutely nuts. He could cut her or kill her or do whatever he chose – she had placed herself in his hands, the hands of a dashing Brit who she saw as her last hope. He appeared to be a man who had it all. She had not come across sex izle many like him and she knew that he possessed something different. He knew that she needed what he had. He had insisted, since first they met, that she do things his way. She had fought it and fought it hard. When she did, Mr. J would simply walk away until she had calmed herself. But he would always return, tell her how things were going to happen and wait for her to follow his orders. She wasn’t sure that she could do it, be a follower, a “slut” (as he called her, his slut) but she had to try. Nothing else had worked, no other man had been able to hold her attention they way that he could.

Mr. J opened the knife, slowly. He ran the blade, softly against her hand, which was still inside her panties. He used the non-sharp side of the knife and made small designs on her skin, up and down her arm.

“Do not stop doing what playing with your cunt, my slut,” he instructed. She did as he said but she was worried, she had not signed up for bloodshed, after all. He reached over, sliding his hand into her panties, he twisted them around his fingers and pulled. He then took his knife and sliced the fabric away from her body, leaving her exposed, naked, her fingers at work in her sopping pussy.

“My slut,” he said again, slowly and very deliberately, “I want you to make yourself cum while I watch.”

She continued to play with her clit, dipping her fingers again and again to keep herself lubricated. She was having a difficult time, staying focused on an orgasm when he was staring at her hand on her clit.

“Are you my slut?” He leaned over and whispered into her ear. “You want to be my slut, don’t you? You want to turn yourself over to me, giving up complete control. “You want to feel like a dirty, little slut – one for my use, whenever, however, wherever I see fit. Now in my book, that would make you my slut.”

He emphasized his point by tearing open her blouse, exposing her breasts, pulling on her nipples, pinching them, watching them grow harder. “You know that you want this. I would even venture that you need this, I mean, why else would a dirty little slut, like yourself, board a plane to London? You’re not visiting the museums this week or going to Stonehenge…No, you will be spending your time being trained as my slut. Look at your nipples, they are so hard and erect, you cannot tell me you are not enjoying this, slutttttt.” Mr. J brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them before reaching for her tits again, stretching her nipples, then twisting them – his saliva made them that much harder…”Oh, yes, my slut, you are enjoying this, aren’t you? Don’t deny it, you love this – being forced to do something you would never do in your normal life. But with someone else making you do it, you can become who you truly are, can’t you?”

To P’s horror, the more that he said the word, the more that he gave her instructions, expecting her to follow his lead, the more that he stared at her, learning her, watching her every move, the more that he took control, the more freedom she felt. Her finger was rubbing wildly, pressing against her clit, working it just the right way, gaining the perfect balance between friction and speed.

Her hips were involuntarily lifting off the seat but Mr. J pushed her hips down. “My slut must learn to satisfy herself wherever and whenever I tell her to do so, with my permission, of course. But she must not let anyone else know what she is doing to herself – she and I will be the only ones who will know by the glazed look in her eyes, the flush of her chest, the blood rushing to her lips and her cheeks. It will be our secret, but not if you begin writhing around the banquette at the restaurant. You alt yazılı porno must learn how to behave like a lady, in public, but a slut underneath. I am not so concerned with the lady part – I know that was pretty well beaten into you as a child, so now I must break some of those bad habits and allow your inner slut, My inner slut, to emerge.”

“Cum.” he said as he stared hard at her. “Cum now! You have my permission but only for thirty seconds more, then you must stop playing with your swollen, deliciously-wet pussy, and if you haven’t cum, it might be days before I allow you to do this again.”

“So, my pretty, sweet, slut – cum or forever hold your peace.”

P was rubbing herself furiously, trying to keep her hips straight, trying not to look like her hand was buried deep in her pussy. She was desperate to release this energy. He looked up from her pussy and their eyes met. He held her gaze, counting down, 25 seconds to go….20….10…5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

“Okay, my pretty little slut, time to drag those wet fingers of yours out of your pussy, lick them clean and pull down your dress, you look a mess.”

Just as he turned to start the car, to dismiss P, she came, she came so hard that she gushed onto his car seat and she knew that would not please him. It did not.

He slapped her across the face, not hard enough to leave a mark – not a physical one anyway, but an emotional one was left behind.

“I am so sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to make a mess in your car. That has never happened before.”

He slowly moved his hand onto her neck, pressing her head against the window. He used his other hand to bring a finger to her lips.

“Shhh, slut…don’t you see? I am not angry about the seat of my fucking car, I told you to stop and you didn’t listen to me, did you?”

She shook her head, looking down, ashamed.

“When I tell you to stop what you are doing, what should you do? Obviously, you should stop, you slut! Don’t you believe that I know what is best for you, to make you the best dirty whore that you can be, for me? Isn’t this about me? It’s not about you…if you derive some kind of pleasure from pleasing me, that is a byproduct, but do not think for one small second that I care about your pleasure.” he raised his hand again to slap her, she thought and she braced herself, but instead he closed her blouse.

“Okay, get dressed, look presentable, we might run into someone I know,” he said, dismissively.

She could feel the tears well up in her eyes. Jesus, she’d been in England a whole half-hour and he had already spanked her, forced her to masturbate in public, cut off her panties and slapped her face. What could possibly be next? She didn’t want to know.

She looked around for her panties and saw a bit of the silky fabric poking out from his jacket side pocket. Lord god, he was beautiful, the perfect dark suit, the ideal tie, thin, perfectly knotted, and the starched shirt with his monogram on the left side, near his torso…yes, he was near perfect. She lowered the visor mirror and was not at all pleased with what she saw. There was mascara smudged under her eyes, she was flushed and there was a small red mark where his hand had hit her cheekbone. She opened her mouth, widening her jaw, moving it in a circle to evaluate any damage Mr. j might have done.

He reached over and tenderly took her hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing it, gently sucking on her fingers. It was difficult for her to believe that this is the same man who struck her face only moments before.

“Yes, my beautiful, novice slut, you and I are going to have a fine time together. I will train you to not disappoint me but if you do, there must altyazılı sex izle be a price to pay, don’t you agree? Otherwise, you’d repeat the same mistakes over and over.”

“In fact, I worry about the spankings. I know how much you enjoy them, how wet you get when you feel my hand against your ass, marking it, making your ass my own. What is a master to do? I have to train you and I will do it properly, methodically, otherwise, what is the point? But I sense you are not going to be very easy to break. You might require a little more creativity on my part, we might have to make this up a bit, as we go.”

There was a long pause. “Are you still interested in being my slut, being owned by me, having my marks of ownership on your body – somewhere which is mine and mine alone, are you?”

Mr. J let go of her hand and ran his hand up her thigh, separating her legs, slipping a finger into her still-wet cunt.

“Are you or are you not still interested in being my slut, P?”

He began to move his finger inside her and, again, her hips began to move, involuntarily. His fingers reached up to her clit, grasping it, pinching it.

“Keep still, slut, no matter what. Unless I give you permission to move, to show your desire and your excitement, I need to know that you can keep your cool, that you can hide your passion until I tell you to release it. Understood? You are my slut to do with as I wish, anything else will be dealt with severely and swiftly.”

“So, my slut, are we in full agreement? I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, so this is your final opportunity for me to drive you right back to Heathrow and put you on a plane back to New York. You now know what the coming days might hold. If you agree to stay, knowing that this is what you need and want, the word ‘no’ will be null and void. It will mean absolutely nothing to me. If you cry, if you beg, if you scream, be aware that I will not hear you, I will only be focused on my own pleasure, what you can do for me – – how I can train you, how I can make you my own. Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir,” P answered, admonishing herself as the words escaped her mouth. She must be truly desperate to find a man worthy of her if this was what she had resorted to. “I want nothing more than to wear your markings of ownership, to be yours, to turn myself over to you to make me the woman you want me to be, the woman you know that I can be…thank you, sir, I need you, please don’t take me back to Heathrow, please. I am your slut. I am here to please you and to pleasure you and to service you in whatever way you see fit. Please keep me.”

“Of course, my pet,” he answered, again taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. He kissed it softly, running his tongue in small circles around her palm, tasting her juices.

When they finally arrived at his home, he opened the car door, took her bag, held out his hand for her to take…but it was only seconds before crossing over the threshold of his home that P felt his hands around her waist. She could feel his excitement, the hardness of his cock, as he pushed himself against her bum.

“Be very sure, my slut, that once you cross through my door, there will be no turning back. I am going to place this collar around your neck, for now, merely for my own ‘guiding’ purposes. If you please me, wholly and completely give yourself to me, I will present you with the collar I believe you deserve. This one has a hook in the front,” he says, as his hand reaches around to fit the collar, snugly, around her throat. “I will be better able to control you with it, to chain you, to put you on a leash, to push you, to pull you, to force your head into places which have been previously unknown to you. Understood? Nod yes or no.”

She nodded, “Yes, sir, I understand, I am yours to train.”

He walked around in front of her, carrying her bags and using his foot, he slid the front door open, put down her bags and stepped back out to “assist” her into the house.

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My wife Jo had been suffering with a bad back for weeks. She works as a doctor and many of the procedures she has to carry out on patients require her to stand up for hours at a time. A couple of moths ago she fell off a horse on an activity holiday we were on. And she’s never fully recovered.

Urged on by my insistence to get her back checked out properly she finally made an appointment to see a specialist at the Royal Hospital – a sister hospital to the teaching one Jo works in. The date worked out perfectly as we had both booked that particular day off to visit some of Jo’s former university friends who were visiting from abroad.

I was just finishing breakfast when Jo called me from our bedroom.

“Darling, can you come up here for a minute.”

I took one final sip of coffee and made my way upstairs. It was just as well I’d left my cup downstairs as I may have dropped the remaining contents all over the floor.

“Jo, what the…”

“Fuck? You want to…”

“Me and every other guy in the neighbourhood. What are you dressed like that for?” Jo was regaled in a pair of glossy black stockings attached to the sexiest crimson coloured suspender belt I’d ever seen. Her panties were full, scarlet red and matched by a gorgeous red balcony bra. I’d never seen any of this underwear before.

“You like?”

“Like? I’ve now got pre-cum all over my boxers. And you still haven’t answered my question…I thought you were only wearing those control comfort retro panties at the moment.”

“I am.”

“Not this morning you’re not.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Come on. What’s going on?”

“Well…the neurosurgeon is going to need easy access…”

“To your pussy?”

“No, silly. To my legs, back and buttocks. And the control pants will be a major hindrance.”

“I see.” I said still looking very concerned.

“Is someone feeling a little jealous?”

“Maybe.”

“Well you don’t need to. Professor Dawson is gay. He’ll be more interested in you than me.”

“He’s gay?”

“That’s what Giles told me yesterday.” Giles is a senior colleague of Jo’s and it was on his recommendation that Jo go see Dr Dawson.

“Alrighty then. So what do you need me for?”

“I need you to wear my retro comfort panties.”

“You’re joking right.” But Jo’s face clearly indicated she was deadly serious.

“And my pantyhose.”

“Why? I don’t understand.”

“Well, because I want to change into them immediately after the appointment so my back is fully supported on the journey to Wales later.”

Though that made sense something didn’t quite feel right. I suspected Jo was up to something but nodded my compliance.

“Great. Come on it’ll be fun. And I promise to reward you later.”

“But we’ll be with all your girlfriends later.”

“Then you could be in for a very big reward.”

The last remark was the catalyst for me to quickly remove my trousers and boxers pronto. When Jo’s in this kind of saucy, naughty mood she’s completely irresistible.

“Good boy. Now slide these on.”

The control panties she handed to me were more like the stylish sexy vintage panties of the 1950s. Again these were new. I’d certainly never seen Jo wear them before. Beige in colour – they were more or less transparent, very full, and very sheer. And…very sensuous. When I put them on I felt my ball sac tighten and my cock twitch with excitement. I’d never felt so aroused so quickly. My mind was urging my now fully erect penis to deflate but it was only responding to the thrill of the fabric and the kinkiness of wearing such an item in front of my wife. I turned to make my way downstairs in a final attempt to hide from Jo my raging cock but she spotted me.

“Not so fast buster. Let’s have a look at you.”

“I’d rather not.”

Jo walked over and turned me around.

“Oh my someone’s turned on by wearing women’s underwear.”

“It’s not like that…oh this whole thing is ridiculous.”

“Don’t be shy honey. We can play at being two lezzies later if you like.”

“I thought you said we could play with your girlfriends as well.”

“Okay then a flotilla of lesbians all dressing each other up and going down on one another. How does that sound?”

“Bloody amazing. Pass me your pantyhose.”

“That’s the spirit.”

The pantyhose were the same beige colour and again very sheer, very glossy and remarkably comfortable. They didn’t look as sexy as Jo’s stockings but they did feel amazing and as my cock continued to twitch and throb I was suddenly struck by the thought I could get used to this. I dismissed it instantly. Come on, I said to myself, your not really turned on by wearing your wife’s underwear. It’s just…the moment. That’s all.

THE APPOINTMENT

The consultant’s office was tucked away at the back of the east wing of the hospital. When we arrived his secretary informed us he was running a little late but would be with us shortly. I spent the time playing on my phone and admiring my wife’s legs. Jo was wearing a very short mobil porno black skirt with black high heels. Her white top was very tight and accentuated her ample 34DD tits. Jo has a great body, well toned, short blonde hair, a dazzling smile and a curvaceous ass that you just want to ride. I couldn’t really concentrate on the game on my phone, I kept thinking about how I’d like to go in the doctor’s office and bend her over his desk and…

My thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Dr Dawson.

“Sorry to keep you waiting folks come straight in…you must be Jo and this is your husband?”

“Dan.” I proffered my hand. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting such a firm handshake nor such a ruggedly handsome man. I could tell Jo like him immediately. Any woman would. He was tall, muscular, a little overweight and his once, presumably blonde hair, was now sandy coloured. He had a good tan, piercing blue eyes, a healthy complexion and looked around 50 – ten years older than both Jo and I.

“Nice to meet you both. Please call me Laine. An unfortunate name but my parents were American.”

We all laughed. I liked this guy. I even thought – wow gay or straight he can’t be short of attention from both sexes.

Laine spent the next 5-10 minutes quizzing Jo about her pain. When it started. What painkillers she was taking etc. Then the examination started. All the way through he was a gentleman asking for permission before touching Jo. He was behind her back – lifting her top and pressing her sides and areas of her spine. Then he asked her to reach out as far as she could and attempt to touch her toes.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll support you.”

What happened next was like watching a private HD porn show. Sat only a foot away I watched as Jo bent over with Laine’s big hands supporting her hips and waist. The further Jo bent the closer her ass went to touching Laine’s crotch. If she’d been a lap dancer she could easily have wiggled her hips and grind herself into him. I’m sure the moment was not lost on either of them, especially as Jo’s skirt rode up allowing both the doctor and I to catch a glimpse of her stocking tops and suspender belt and the briefest of glimpses of her hot red panties.

“And straighten up please Jo.” As Jo followed his instructions her movement created a bit of space between his crotch and Jo’s ass. It was then that I noticed a huge bulge in his trousers. The kind of bulge I couldn’t imagine a gay man displaying if he was touching a woman.

Curiously I felt a little turned on by this. What on earth, I thought, as I felt pre-cum again trickling out of my stiffening cock and onto the panties Jo had made me wear.

The doctor and Jo returned to their seats. I wanted to get out of here fast now, I was scared, troubled, confused and even a little angry. He’s just doing his job, I reasoned. Yeah, maybe, I thought immediately, but there’s no way this guy’s gay.

Laine spent the next 10-15 minutes explaining the options to Jo – an epidural steroid, an operation – a few more weeks to see if the pain would subside on its own.

“But I think that’s unlikely. All the indications are that you have a prolapsed disc. In my experience these things only get better with surgery. In the meantime I can give you some exercises you can do with the help of Dan, here, to improve your posture.

Jo stood up again. Laine asked her to remover her top. I swallowed hard, wondering where this was going. Jo simply complied.

“Right Dan. If you can stand up as well and face your wife. I’m going to show you where you need to put your hands to best assist Jo in this exercise programme.”

Okay, I thought, that does make sense.

Laine returned to his position directly behind Jo. And again asked her to bend forward.

“Okay so in this position Dan, you merely need to place your hands on Jo’s hips like this…or around her waist like this. Jo straighten up again…Also it’s beneficial if you massage her shoulders like this.”

Laine massaged the tops of Jo’s shoulders – I watched aghast as her nipples hardened and started to protrude through the material of her bra.

“Now for this next exercise Jo I need to remove your bra.”

Right, I thought, that’s it this guy’s gone too far. But Jo simply said:

“Oh please do Laine.” Was I imagining it or was she beginning to enjoy herself? Because of her compliance I felt unable to step in.

Laine undid the fastenings and simply passed the bra to me. “Dan can you put that on my desk please.”

He said it in such an easygoing friendly manner that I heard myself reply:

“With pleasure Laine.”

“Thank you. He’s good your husband isn’t he Jo?”

“Very good. Always on his best behaviour.”

Alarm bells started ringing in my head. Was I being played here?

“Okay Dan, so one of the things you can do to relieve Jo’s back pressure is let her rest herself on your chest like this – hold on let me just take off my shirt so you can see where she needs to nestle her head…that’s better…now alman porno you can use your hands to support her breasts like this.” Laine now cupped Jo’s breasts. “Or even flick her nipples like so. How’s that Jo?”

“Incredible doctor. Thank you.”

“Pleasure.”

“Laine.”

“Yes Jo?”

“Can I thank you properly before you carry on.”

“Of course you can.”

What happened next left me in no doubt I had been set up. But I still felt unable to act anything but submissively. I even stupidly thought, maybe this is helping Jo’s pain. For now she turned and faced the doctor and kissed him passionately on his lips – even pressing her tongue into his mouth.

“Ah that was lovely. Thank you Jo.”

“No, thank you.”

“Dan. Thank Laine as well darling.”

“How? What do you mean?”

“Oh darling he’s easing away all my tension. I need to relieve his as well. Please remove his trousers for me.”

My heart skipped a beat. My stomach somersaulted. But, nevertheless, I followed my wife’s instructions. Despite the insanity of the situation my cock was stirring with excitement. I was torn between raging anger at my wife and a sordid perversity that was turning me on. I removed Laine’s trousers to find…he was wearing a pair of outrageously sexy blue silk frilly lace panties and the same coloured stockings.

I responded by removing my own trousers. Laine did not seem at all surprised that I too was wearing ladies underwear.

“I was just going to ask you to do that Dan. Well done…Now come closer. Help me take Jo over to the couch she’s starting to swoon a little.”

“Laine. Can I see you cock please?” Jo asked.

“Of course you can. How about if you feel it inside you while Dan rubs your tits?”

“Oh both those things would really help my back I’m sure.”

“Dan. Can you take my panties off please. You can sniff them and lick them if you like.”

“Oh yes please Laine I’d love that.” It was my voice.

I saw Laine wink at Jo who returned a sassy sultry incredibly seductive smile. But by now I didn’t care I had been hypnotised by this god of a man and I didn’t want the spell to be broken. I sniffed his panties they were soaking wet with pre-cum. I didn’t have the courage to lick them, but I did rub them over my nipples as I removed my own shirt and that felt sensational. My cock was now fully erect and raring to go.

“Dan. Would you like to watch me fuck your wife now?”

This was it. There’d be no going back if I responded positively. I rubbed my cock through my pantyhose.

“Is that a yes Dan?”

“Yes. Oh yes please Laine. Please fuck my wife.”

“Jo would you like me to fuck you?”

“Desperately. Oh Laine put your big fat cock in my pussy and fuck my hard in front of my sissy crossdressing hubby.”

“Dan. Come over here.”

Jo’s words were like a siren, but a siren of delightful mischief and naughtiness. I really wanted this guy to fuck her now as I watched.

“Okay Dan. Grab my cock.”

“Oh, oh let me see.” Said Jo.

“Would you like to kiss it. And lick it. And get it all nicely lubricated so I can fuck your wife?”

“Oh. Yes please Laine. Yes please.”

I knelt on the doctor’s floor and urged on by my very naughty wife – who was now fingering her pussy – started licking Laine’s enormous cock. I’m about six inches, but Laine must have been a good two to three inches bigger than me. Jo was in for a great time and I wanted to do all I could to enhance her experience by licking and moisturising Laine’s big cock for her. I licked the bulbous head, took his balls in my mouth and even deep throated him for a few seconds which sent my naughty wife and him into ecstasy.

“Wow what a good little cocksucker you are Dan. Thank you.”

“No thank you Laine.” I mumbled. “You taste delicious.”

“Now Dan, grab my cock again. Jo bend over for me.”

“With pleasure.” My wife said clearly gagging for it now.

“Dan guide my cock into your wife’s pussy.”

“Oh fuck that’s so naughty.” Jo said. “So naughty and so fucking hot.”

I moved Jo’s panties aside, she didn’t want them removed for some reason and steered Laine’s lovely, meaty cock into my wife’s hot damp pussy. It was an incredible feeling. All lingering jealousy vanished as I watched Laine start to thrust and pump and thrust and pump into my wife’s gaping hole. I rubbed Jo’s tits with my hands and tongue and loved watching and listening to her screams of pleasure that contorted her face. She was loving this. And I was too. I never knew watching your wife get fucked by another guy could be such a huge turn on.

Soon their breathing became heavier. Jo’s screams became louder.

“Don’t worry.” Laine said at one point,”Everyone’s gone home from this area now. It’s just the three of us.” I could see Jo was close now, when she’s about to climax she’ll throw her head back and slightly to one side.

“Oh fuck Laine that’s fucking amazing and with my hubby watching it’s fucking sensational. Fuck me big boy. alexis texas porno Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me…aargh!!!!”

Driven on by Jo’s insatiable desire for him I noticed Laine’s legs buckle just a few seconds after Jo and feeling his muscles straining every sinew and his massive balls tighten, Jo urged him on.

“Oh yeah. That’s it Laine fuck me hard. Fuck me. Empty your fiery load into my pussy and then you can fuck my hubby.” This last bit drove Laine right over the edge. I almost suffered premature ejaculation myself. The afternoon – which I though couldn’t get any more strange and wonderful was possibly about to. The thought of Laine fucking my virgin ass in front of my wife while we were both wearing panties turned me on like nothing before.

Jo lay down on the couch now. Laine, clearly spent for the moment, right next to her.

“Dan. Clean Laine up for me and then kiss me.”

I understood immediately the implication of what my wife was telling me to do. And, maybe if I’d already had an orgasm i would have hesitated. As it was I was so fucking horny I would have done anything for either of them at that moment. So I leaned over Jo and took Laine’s gently declining erection in my mouth and licked up and held in my mouth every last drop of his delicious saltiness – even squeezing his cock to get some more out.

“Now that’s fucking hot.” My wife said. And then we did it – we shared a long lingering kiss passing Laine’s lovely cum between our mouths and tongues.

“Wow that is amazing.” Jo said. “Now lick my pussy out.” Again I went to work immediately savouring the intoxicating sex fragrances emanating from my wife’s sassy pussy. I was like the cat that got the cream gorging myself on the sticky deposit Laine had erupted into Jo’s moist pussy.

Watching this Jo started getting turned on again. And started begging me to give her an orgasm using my tongue. This in turn started getting Laine aroused again. And he got up went to his desk drawer and got some KY which he liberally applied to my anus. Well this was it. a complete first for me. Thing is I was now insatiable – I wanted Laine to fuck me up the ass with my wife watching this gorgeous guy fuck me, like I watched him, fuck her.

As I continued to give Jo oral, Laine pressed himself up against my ass, I loved feeling him pull my panyhose down and move my panties aside – it all felt so naughty – so deliciously naughty. Then one two three inches inside me he went slowly, kindly. He stopped momentarily giving me some time to enjoy the feeling – Jo was sighing with delight. Then some pain, then a little more, then acute pain, then a sound like a melon hitting the floor as Laine’s cock entered me fully. The pain subsiding replaced by a little bit of pleasure, then more pleasure, then intense pleasure as Laine rode me, drove into me, flicking my nipples as I licked Jo’s clitoris.

Jo was gone…she was on another planet – every other word was FUCK – she was building to an intense climax loving what I was doing to her, but perhaps loving even more her hubby’s first sexual experience with a guy. When Laine exploded in me Jo exploded immediately – it was like the fourth of July. For a 50 year old this guy was a rock. I adored him, couldn’t, like my wife get enough of him. The feel of his cum erupting in my ass was unreal, unbelievable. Now I wanted to cum in his ass – right there with my wife watching I wanted to be his sissy maid who allowed me to fuck him now and then with his and my naughty wife’s permission.

We waited 15-20 minutes this time. I pleaded with Jo: “Can I fuck Laine now darling? Please. Pretty please.”

“What do you think Laine?”

“I think he deserves to. He’s been a good boy. Provided Dan I can fuck your wife anytime I or she wants me too.”

“Yes. Oh yes Laine. I’d love that. I’d fucking love it.”

“And provided you wear your wife’s panties that are now caked with my cum.”

“Oh I want to Laine. I really want to.”

I removed my pantyhose and big retro knickers and put my wife’s panties on. They felt incredible. Jo put some KY in Laine’s anus. “You won’t need much Laine, my little sissy tranny hubby is not as big as you.”

If you’ve never fucked a guy before – let me tell you – gay, straight, bisexual, there’s no way you’ll only want to do it once. As I pressed into Laine feeling his sexy ass and stockinged legs with the lovely sensation of my wife’s panties on me – I felt this is what I was born for. It’s difficult to describe the sensations – naughty, sexy, saucy, especially as now Jo was giving Laine oral. What an experience. What a sight. My pretty, gorgeous, sexy wife giving a guy oral right in front of me while I fucked this same gorgeous hunky guy right in front of her which just turned her on more and more.

As I felt my orgasm nearing – Laine, sensing it too, turned his head and started kissing me passionately. Oh fuck being kissed, really kissed, by a guy is unbelievably erotic especially when it’s a guy that was fucking your wife a few moments ago. I loved him kissing me – feeling his tongue dance with mine as our lingerie clad bodies pressed up against one another until…

“Oh fuck Laine, Jo, I’m, I’m. I’m fucking coming. Oh fuck fuck fuck that’s amazing. Fuck!!!!!” Seconds later Jo sucked one final time and Laine erupted in her mouth…

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The Daddy-Son Dance

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Note: This story contains transvestite gay sex between a father and son. Do not read if this offends you.

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“So what is this place?” I asked as we turned from the road and down a tree lined lane.

“It’s a surprise,” my Dad smiled at me both happily and enigmatically.

We were close, me and Dad, I’d not know my Mom, she’d left when I was so small she wasn’t even a blurry figure in my memory and Dad had brought me up. As a rule we were a no secrets house, I’d come out as gay to him without a thought and let him know about all my boyfriends. He in turn had let me know about the women he was seeing, (even before he’d gone on the official first date) and as soon as I’d met them he’d be asking me my opinion, and I told him truthfully. If didn’t like them they were out – though he dated so seldom in the last eighteen years when he did I tended to make myself like them.

So if he wasn’t telling me something there was a reason and normally that was because not only was it a surprise, but it was one he was confident I would like. I relaxed back in the car and looked out the window, beyond the trees I could see rolling green fields and gardens, even a lake with a small waterfall – we were obviously in the private grounds of somewhere grand and as we turned the corner that was confirmed. The building in front of us was magnificent, five stories high in the centre and even higher towers at the sides, wide and deep, with large windows and a steps up to a door through which a dozen people could have walked abreast all carrying suitcases and with room to swing them.

The parking lot was almost as large, with perhaps eighty cars already parked and with several more behind us. My Dad found a space and we rolled to a stop. He switched off the ignition and turned to me, “You’re into Senior year, Todd, in less than twelve months you’ll be a college guy.”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“It’ll be different, not having you home,” he said, with just a trace of wistfulness in his voice. But he immediately perked up, “so we need to make the most of this year.”

“Yeah, we should,” I agreed. I knew how he felt and he knew how I felt, I was both looking forward to college and really nervous about it. As my Dad said it’d be different and hopefully in a good way, but however it was I was determined we’d remain as close as were – ringing every day and going home whenever I could manage a weekend. I gave him a grin, it would still be good to make the most of the time we had together, “So this is what this weekend is, some time to have fun together and bond.”

“Still a surprise,” he smiled back, “Anyway Todd, I just want to say I love you.”

“I love you too, Dad,” I’d never said the words to any of my ex-boyfriends, but to my Dad they just tripped off the tongue.

He popped the trunk and we got out our suitcases. Mysteriously Dad had packed them both, normally it was something we did together and I noticed as I lifted them out that Dad had both brought a big one, but which felt curiously light as if there was little in it. I didn’t say anything, he’d made clear this was going to be a surprise and I knew it would become clear as he wanted it to become clear.

We walked up the steps and into the reception and it became obvious that whatever was happening this weekend was a dad and son thing as the women were a few of the employees and all the guests were men in middle age or late teenage years. My Dad still didn’t say anything as we queued to check in, and as I briefly looked around I could see most of the sons looking as curious and bemused as I was, I wasn’t the only one in the dark.

The reception was efficient and soon we were at the desk as my Dad announced, “Michael and Todd Chadwick.”

The women at the desk quickly typed in our details, “Two rooms, yes?”

“That’s right,” my Dad confirmed, obviously splashing out for the weekend as we often shared a twin on vacation.

The women picked up two pairs of electronic keys, handing us one each as she rattled off the directions. I didn’t know whether it was planned or accidental, but the rooms were almost at opposite sides of the building. As we left the desk, towing our cases I said to him, “Do you want to drop our things off and then we can meet down here and have a look what the hotel’s got to offer.” I was sure with a place this big the facilities would be great and I was looking forward to trying them out with Dad.

He shook his head, again with that enigmatic smile, “I’m going to prepare for later.”

“Later?”

“You’ll see,” he grinned, putting me in an even greater state of anticipation. “I’ve put your suit in the case, if you could wear that this evening.”

“Very smart,” I said.

“I’ll see you later,” he replied.

“When?” I asked mystified.

“They’ll be instructions in your room,” he gave an appealing laugh and then we separated to go to our different rooms.

The room was as nice as the hotel, large and spacious with altyazılı porno a double bed and desk as well as an en-suite bathroom and shower. There were a set of joining instructions on the table, which I decided to read once I was unpacked. I opened my suitcase and saw what my Dad had decided to take for me. Apart from the suit (which I immediately took out to hang up) and my washing things, there were a pair of trunks for swimming, pyjamas (which I seldom used) and my tennis short and shirts as well as some casual clothes. All you needed for a weekend of relaxation. I put them away in the wardrobe and then turned to the instructions.

“Welcome” it said in big black letters, but not to what it was welcoming you to. There was a bit of a corporate blurb about how much the company wanted us to enjoy our stay and quick rundown of the facilities (none of which seemed to open until later or even tomorrow) and health and safety. Then right at the bottom was a brief final paragraph.

“The weekend’s entertainment will start in the ground floor restaurant from 6.00 – 6.30. Suits and ties required.”

I still wasn’t sure what the entertainment was, but I could wait and as the facilities didn’t open I watched a movie on the TV and then had a leisurely bath, before getting changed and going down.

It was easy to find the restaurant, not just the signage, but that there were plenty of suited young men heading in that direction – but, I noticed, no dads. The restaurant itself had been set out specifically for the event with buffet tables along the side and then a few standing tables to congregate round while we ate. I was just wondering whether to wait for my Dad and see if he arrived when a waitress went by with a tray of drinks, I quickly took an orange juice and I was doing so she smiled and said, “You should get something to eat now, your Dads are having something separately.”

Stranger and stranger, I thought, but did as she suggested.

“Todd,” I heard my name being called just as I finished filling my plate. Turning up and around I saw Dave Willis, standing a few feet from me, a half surprised, half pleased look on his face. I’d known Dave as a friendly acquaintance for a few years – he was at school a couple of towns over who we regularly played football against and like me was raised by a single Dad and so we’d found we’d things in common, even dating a few of the same guys (though never at the same time). I gave him a wave of greeting and then as I didn’t know anyone else and it looked like my Dad wasn’t yet joining us walked over to join him.

“You here with your Dad?” I asked.

He nodded and straightened his tie, “Yes and he’s been very mysterious about it, won’t tell me a thing.”

“Mine as well,” I agreed, “All I know is he’s packed my suits, trunks and some tennis gear.”

“Sports weekend?” Dave asked, “My Dad isn’t very sporty.”

“Mine neither,” I was the jock in the family, my Dad always came to cheer me, but we didn’t do much together beyond throwing a ball in the back yard and even that we hadn’t done since I was about twelve. “I noticed there was a pool and court here, so there might be some tournament they’ve entered us for and they’re here to cheer.” I was pretty sure that wasn’t what was going on and from Dave’s face he didn’t believe it either. I shrugged and gave a grin, “Whatever it is I’m sure it’ll be great.”

He nodded, “I think so, my Dad’s pretty damn good at reckoning out what I’d like.”

“Mine as well, I think this is something we’re going to bond over before I go to college, not that we need to – we’re close already.”

“Mine hinted the same on the way over,” said Dave.

We continued to eat and guess, each of our guesses more outlandish than the last – though it turns out none were outlandish enough. The restaurant filled up, with over a hundred young men of about our age standing together and all wondering what was going on. It was about seven when the staff started to usher us from where we were down the corridor towards the main hall. I walked with Dave, still guessing what it was we were heading to.

We entered the hall together and almost immediately saw a large sign above the stage, where a band were limbering up, “Daddy-Son dance.” I raised my eyebrows in surprise, my school had had a Dad-Daughter dance a few weeks ago and a Mom-Son one the weekend before that, but I hadn’t been eligible (or interested in) either. A Dad-Son dance sounded weird, but also kind of fun, and it would certainly bond.

There were a number of round tables set around the dance floor and one of the staff gestured for me and Dave to go to one. We went to one at random, noticing there were twelve seats, half of which had a name badge with son and next to each of them Daddy. A few other guys joined us and myself and Dave quickly introduced ourselves and found out they were as mystified as we were about the evening’s events (but also as excited). As the last of the sons found a zenci porno seat, a compère came on stage and tapped the microphone.

We turned expectantly towards him as he waved his hand with a flourish, “Welcome to our first annual Daddy-Son dance, I hope you all enjoy the evening.”

He gave a brief pause as there was a brief rumble from the audience, who all seemed to be hoping and anticipating the same, though none of us knew what a Daddy-Son dance entailed. “Tonight we have the Mooncats playing for us, a selection of slow dances and more energetic jigs, modern and classical, something for you all we hope.” The band nodded their agreement and the compère went on, pointing out the extra buffet and serving staff with drinks as well as telling us that they’d all be here until two in the morning. Then he paused again , “And now he said dramatically, our special guests without whom you wouldn’t be here.”

He began to clap and we joined in as to my surprise a long line of women started to file from the wings and fill the stage. What was this? I wondered, where were our Dads. And then came a figure I knew so well, even if he was wearing high heels and a dress that clung tightly to his body – the women were our Dads, all glammed up with their hair styled and their lips done and their make-up on. I could feel the realisation dawning around the room as the applause slowed and then suddenly increased as we looked at our Dad’s again and saw the effort every one of them had put in. They pranced across that stage as if they’d been born in heels, wiggling like they had a real woman’s hips and with pouty smiles that they must have spent hours practising in front of the mirror. The compère milked it for all he was worth keeping the applause going as each Dad stepped and strutted across the stage until they were all in a line almost opposite to how they’d come in. Only then did he formally lean into the microphone and announce, “The Daddies…” to even greater and more rapturous applause.

I could see my own Dad smiling and blushing, as I tried to catch his eye – though we were too far away to make contact. The compère let the clapping continue for another half minute before raising his hands and lowering them palm down as a signal to quieten. He waited until we had shushed, all the Dads remaining in place as we did so, one leg jutting out with a knee and a hand on their hip as if they were posing for us (which they were). Once silence had fallen the compère spoke again, “I’m going to read out your names and when I do could you come to the stage and escort your Daddy date back to the table for the dance to begin… Tom Asquith… Harry Bates…” the roll call of names began and as each one was read out the son was up and going to the stage to escort his Daddy down.

It wasn’t long before my name was read out, “Todd Chadwick…” I stood up and gave a small nod to Dave, who was grinning like there was no tomorrow and then walked across the floor to the stage. He was already coming down the steps to meet me, his arm outstretched for me to hook through. He looked as anxious and nervous as I’d ever seen him, not even when he’d been in the stands for me before a big game, had his smile been quiet so weak and his pallor so wan.

I hooked my arm through his and he said, “Are you okay with this Daddy_Son dance. I know you couldn’t do the Mom-Son one and I hoped you enjoy this one?” There was a quaver in his voice and he looked at me expectantly, waiting for my answer.

I didn’t respond for a second, as I quickly collected my thoughts and decided what to say. He must have mistaken my intent, “If you don’t like it we can go and never speak of it again.”

“You look gorgeous, Dad,” I said in reply.

He did. I hadn’t noticed that he’d been growing his hair a little longer than normal and it now reached to his collar; whoever had done it had coloured it with blonde highlights and styled it in a deliberately short and messy which left the fringe trailing sexily over his eye and down over his ears. His mouth turned slowly upwards at my words, the red lipstick so carefully applied to them making his lips seem both more luscious and larger than they were. Colour returned to his cheeks beneath the make-up, he had always been a smooth shaver, but he seemed even smoother now like he was untouched by a razor. I looked at his eyes, whoever had done the eye-shadow – him or a helper, had found a shade which matched perfectly and I wasn’t sure whether his lashes had been subtly extended or whether they were his natural ones, curled.

I had never imagined him dressed as a woman, but if I had I could never have imagined he’d look that good. The dress he’d chosen was a slinky black number, with tiny straps over the shoulder and a spread so it showed the man cleavage of his smooth chest, behind it was cut even deeper, going down to his lower back. It went a little past his thighs, but ended well above his knees as he walked perfectly in aldatma porno a pair of heels which added two inches to him.

As we reached our seat I remembered my manners, pulling back the chair to allow Dad to sit and then briefly introducing him to Dave, who was awaiting his own name being called. I sat down and pushed my chair closer to Dad’s so we could speak without the others hearing. “I never imagined seeing you like that, you’ve put in so much effort,” I said.

He blushed, “We’ve been planning it a long time. I’m on forum group for single dads and a group of got talking about how bad it was that as sons you didn’t get to go to a dance because you didn’t have moms. It just escalated from there, a few of us got interested in doing something and we set up our own private forum, inviting new people from the main site if they looked interested. At first we thought it’d just be fun to do something together instead of a dance, then it became a dance, because otherwise it’s just normal things we do not a Mom-Son dance and then we decided that we needed to make it special and all dress up as women, so it really was like a replacement Mom-Son dance.”

“You all look so good,” I said and whilst I’m biased to say my Dad was the best, each and every one was so feminine and beautiful looking, that with a first glance only their sons would know they were middle-aged men not Milfs.

“We’ve all been practising for the last few months, how to walk in heels, how to put on lipstick and make-up, how to dance…”

“How to dance?” I asked, raising an eyebrow wryly

“We are at a Daddy-Son dance,” my Dad laughed.

I saw Dave was coming back with his Dad, a slender man with short red hair in a pixie style and lipstick to match. Dave was grinning broadly. In fact most of the sons had taken it well, a couple had stormed out, but that still left well over a hundred here, a sign that the Dads had guessed well their sons would all enjoy the experience. Apart from the couple of leavers all the Dads and sons were now at their tables and the compère gave a small bow to the audience and a wave to the band who began to play.

The floor remained empty as none of the sons wanted to be the first up, shy teenagers that we were. Instead I took a couple of glasses of orange from a passing waitress and passed one to Dad. He smiled and sipped it, as I asked, “Do you want something stronger?”

He shook his head, “It’s an alcohol free weekend, we don’t want it clouding our judgement.”

I wasn’t a big drinker and neither was Dad so that was fine by me, so I asked him a bit more about his get-up. He told me that he’d spent the afternoon with the other Dad’s getting styled by professionals, making sure that everything was perfect. He wouldn’t tell me, whether the lashes were fake, giggling and saying a Daddy has to keep some secrets. I just grinned and said I’d find out later, as we never could keep secrets from each other for long. Dad giggled some more and said we’d see. We talked about his dress. He explained that he and the others had been to the hotel a few times whilst we’d been at school for fashion shows until he’d finally chosen one he was sure was right; it was perfect I agreed with him.

The band were playing a faster, rockier number and a few of the Dads and sons were getting up to dance. I saw my own Dad glance at the floor and I wondered if he was going to ask me up. He didn’t turning back to me instead and briefly talking about how he’d been practising in heels. I guessed that as he was playing the woman’s role tonight he didn’t think it was appropriate to suggest we got up; personally I thought that was old-fashioned and thought that a women she’d be at perfect liberty to make a first move. But my Dad was in his late forties and had been brought up in a different time, no matter how much he wanted to he wasn’t going to ask.

That left it to me. I stood up, pushing my chair back and turned to my Dad as I did, “Do you want to dance?”

He smiled in delight, “Yes.”

I waited until he stood, before placing my hand on his back and escorting him to the floor. It was a fast moving free for all where Dads and sons were rocking and twisting to a beat, rather than a close-dance. It was lucky as I wasn’t yet sure on the rules for touching, a normal dance partner I’d slide down to their ass, but did you do that with your Dad even if he was dressed as a sexy woman? I didn’t need to worry for a few minutes as we began to dance, me with skill and grace, Dad like he hadn’t hit the floor for twenty years (which was probably true). He wasn’t the worse dancer, but he wouldn’t have been in the top ten anyway.

The dance floor began to get busier as more Dads and sons worked up the courage to get up there and the band continued with their rocky hits. Suddenly without warning the next number was slower, a close dance. I could see some sons quickly leaving the floor, their Dads in tow, not yet ready to plunge. I was tempted to join them until I saw the yearning in my Dad’s eyes and knew he wanted to do this. I grinned and made myself look as confident as I didn’t feel, “You said you’d been practising your dancing?” Dad nodded and I quickly continued before my nerve went out, “So let’s see how good you are.”

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“As you can see, the kitchen got a complete update just two years ago. It has custom maple cupboards, granite counters, a double sink, and a white-oak hardwood floor. And the stainless steel appliances are all new and top of the line.”

As much as I liked the kitchen, I was having a hard time keeping my eyes off of my realtor. Ellie couldn’t have been more than 25 or 26, and she was stunning. A touch taller than average height, she had dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and perfect skin. Her white tank top and light cotton skirt showed off a body that other women would die for. Although she didn’t seem unsophisticated, she had a girl-next-door quality to her that made her seem both wholesome and even a touch innocent.

When she’d picked me up that morning at my hotel, I thought I’d won the lottery. I was in the process of moving from Boston to Seattle and needed to find a house quickly. My marriage of ten years had ended six months earlier, and I’d become increasingly dissatisfied with the politics at my high tech firm. Turning 40 had convinced me that I needed a fresh start. When a Seattle company offered me a high-level position with a huge salary increase, I jumped at the opportunity.

Now I needed to find a place to live ASAP.

“Would you like to see the finished basement?” Ellie asked now. “I haven’t actually seen it myself. The day of the realtor walk-through, I had three other appointments and couldn’t stay around.”

As she led me down the stairs, Ellie chattered away about the high points of the neighborhood and the public transportation options. I was so focused on her slim waist and firm butt that I didn’t immediately notice when she fell silent.

“What on earth is that?” she asked after a moment.

I reached the bottom of the stairs and found myself looking at a large wooden structure. It had two round posts coming out of the base and a flat crossbar with three holes in it. The hole in the center was considerably larger than the holes on either side.

“It’s a pillory,” I replied, happy that I could put my undergraduate history major to use for once.

Ellie looked puzzled. “What’s a pillory?” she asked.

“It was invented in medieval times,” I explained. “And the Puritans used it to punish people in the 1600s. You had to stand in the town square with your head and hands trapped in the holes. It was a form of public humiliation.”

“But why would Mr. Garrison have had a pillory in his…?”

We both saw it at the same moment, and the sight stopped Ellie mid-sentence. On the wall was a rack with several items hanging from it: a riding crop, a cat o’ nine tails, a leather paddle, and a long, thin cane.

“Oh,” she said with sudden understanding. I have to give her credit, though. Although she was blushing, it only took her a moment to pull herself together.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Baker,” she said, crossing the floor to the structure in four brisk steps. “This contraption should have been removed before the showing.” She had her hand on it now, as though she hoped she could make it vanish with her touch.

“First of all, call me Dylan.” I responded as I joined her next to the pillory. “Second of all, none of this is your fault. Apparently, Mr. Garrison was into kinky sex. It’s no big deal. I’m just surprised he didn’t take it with him.”

I noticed that Ellie was now stroking the top of the pillory in what seemed like an oddly sensual manner. Her face was flushed, and her eyes had a glazed quality to them. I had a sudden premonition about my young realtor, and with the same decisiveness that had always served me well in my career, I decided to act on it.

I quickly flipped up the metal clasp on the side of the pillory and raised the top half of the crossbar.

“Why don’t you try it out?” I suggested innocently.

Ellie took a step back as though she’d received an electric shock. “I couldn’t do that,” she protested.

“Why not? I can tell you want to. Besides, I’m the customer, and I insist,” I finished in a quiet but firm tone.

I could see Ellie’s inner conflict playing out in her face as she stared at the open crossbar. After a moment’s hesitation, she stepped back to the pillory and lowered her neck and wrists into the appropriate semi-circles. I carefully lowered the top of the crossbar, trapping her head and hands, and flipped the clasp back into the locked position. I could swear I heard her emit a low whimper.

For a moment I just stood there, enjoying the sight of my beautiful young realtor trapped in a medieval device intended for punishment and humiliation. Then I strolled over to the rack on the wall and casually removed the riding crop. I slapped the leather flap against the palm of my left hand a couple of times, which produced a satisfying altyazı porno smacking sound.

“Mr. Baker…Dylan,” Ellie said, her eyes wide with alarm. “What are you doing?”

I didn’t answer right away. Instead I strolled back to the pillory until I was standing right in front of her. She had to strain her neck to look up at me.

“I don’t think…” she began, but I quickly shifted the riding crop to my left hand and put a finger over her lips.

“Shh,” I said. I held my right palm against her cheek for a moment, and I could feel her nestle against it. Then I began to run my thumb back and forth across her lips. When she parted them, as I suspected she would, I slid my thumb into her mouth. She immediately began to suck on it greedily.

“That’s a good girl,” I said as I slid it back and forth in her mouth. “Suck on that thumb. If you want, you can pretend you’re sucking on a cock.” I was rewarded with another low whimper.

After a few minutes, I slid my thumb out of her mouth and took the riding crop back into my right hand. She was breathing hard now, and her mouth was hanging open.

“Have you been having naughty thoughts, Ellie?” I asked, once again slapping the leather flap of the riding crop against the palm of my other hand. When she didn’t answer immediately, I put the flap of the riding crop under her chin and lifted her head until she was looking directly into my eyes.

“I said have you been having naughty thoughts?” I repeated in a commanding, no-nonsense tone of voice.

The question lingered in the air for a few seconds before she finally whispered, “Yes.” I felt a surge of triumph run through me, but was careful not to adjust my calm, firm tone.

“And what do you think should happen to naughty girls?” I asked.

“They should be punished,” Ellie whispered, and she licked her lips in a way I can only describe as hungrily.

I walked around the pillory, then, until I was directly behind her.

“Spread your legs,” I said. She did as she was told.

After rubbing both of her inner thighs with the flap of the riding crop, I took the hem of her dress and slid it slowly up the top of her legs and over her butt until I reached her lower back. Although she wasn’t wearing a thong, her high-cut panties revealed an ample amount of flesh, and her ass was even more gorgeous than I’d imagined. I tweaked the top of her underwear together to create a thong-like effect and then began to run the end of the riding crop across, first one of her ass cheeks, and then the other. It didn’t really surprise me to discover that there was a dark wet spot covering most of the crotch of her panties.

“Do you think naughty girls should have their pretty bare bottoms spanked?” I asked.

Ellie let out a low moan. “Yes,” she answered in a faint voice.

“I can’t hear you,” I said.

“Yes,” she pleaded, much louder now. “Please.”

So I did it. Using the riding crop, I spanked alternate cheeks until Ellie’s ass was a nice rosy pink. Every once in a while I stopped to run the leather flap back and forth between her legs, which elicited high-pitched whimpers each time. As I worked on her ass and pussy, her moans grew steadily louder and shriller. Finally, I stripped off her panties and told her to spread her legs further apart. Her pussy was now glistening with her own juices, which were also running down the inside of her thighs.

I quickly removed my own pants and underwear, and a moment later I was running the head of my cock back and forth in her soaking cunt. By this point, Ellie was literally begging me to fuck her. The once poised, girl next door was now a puddle of helpless lust (almost literally, given the large wet spot on the floor). I teased her for a long time, slipping the head of my cock in and out of her pussy, and enjoying her growing frustration. When I didn’t think she could take it anymore, I slid the full length of my cock inside her and began to fuck her with hard, steady thrusts. After a while, I slipped my hand up her dress, undid her bra, and played with her big firm tits as well.

“Do you like being a naughty girl?” I asked as I fucked her.”

“Yes,” she wailed, all reserve gone now.

“Are you a horny little slut?”

“Yes,” she shouted again.

“Say it,” I commanded.

“I’m a horny little slut,” she said. “I’m a horny little slut.”

And she was still saying it 30 seconds later when she began to come. I waited until she was done and then emptied myself inside her.

It all came out when we were sitting at the kitchen table a few minutes later. Ellie had retrieved two bottles of water from her car, and I will admit to needing a cool drink after my recent exertions. Between her amatör porno flushed cheeks and the sheen of sweat on her forehead, Ellie looked as though she needed one as well.

While we drank the water, Ellie explained how she’d discovered her submissive side. When she was a freshman in college she’d come across a collection of erotic stories in her roommate’s desk drawer. The theme of the collection had been domination and submission. Ellie had been shocked when she first read the stories—even a little disgusted—but she’d also been dismayed to discover that they made her feel more aroused than she’d ever felt in her life. Whenever her roommate was out, she would reread one of the stories and masturbate.

However, Ellie had felt too ashamed of her submissive predilections to share them with any of her boyfriends. Although she often watched porn and read erotic stories with dominant-submissive themes, she kept that part of herself hidden. When she saw the pillory in the basement, however, and when I sensed her submissive tendencies, she hadn’t been able to hold back any longer.

“I’m so embarrassed,” she said, blushing an even darker shade of red than her freshly spanked bottom. “It was so unprofessional of me.”

“Did you enjoy the sex?” I asked.

“Oh, my God! It was the best sex I’ve ever had,” she exclaimed.

“Then there’s nothing to feel ashamed of,” I told her. “It’s just the way you’re built. Besides, you should feel great about today.”

“Why?” Ellie wondered. “Because I came so hard?”

“No,” I laughed. “Because you just sold me this house.”

* * *

In the hours after dropping Dylan at the airport for his flight back to Boston, I felt deeply embarrassed about what I’d done. I’d always taken pride in my maturity and professionalism, and here I’d gone and fucked a client. What if he reported me, I wondered anxiously? That seemed unlikely, on further reflection, given the fact that he was the one who’d seduced me, but the whole episode left me shaken.

Before long, however, my embarrassment gave way to another sensation. As I reflected on my experience in the pillory in exquisite detail, I began to feel hornier than I’d ever felt in my life. And in the days that followed I began to masturbate multiple times a day. Unable to control myself, I even masturbated in the bathroom at work a couple of times.

The truth was I’d been attracted to Dylan the moment I’d picked him up at his hotel. I’d always had a thing for older men—imagined how good it would feel if one of them took charge of me and pushed my sexual boundaries—and Dylan was exceptionally good looking. His deep voice and self-assured manner pushed all of my buttons.

Even before we walked down into the basement that day, my pussy was tingling, and I found myself fantasizing about how good it would feel to be down on my knees sucking on his cock. When I saw the pillory and realized what it was for, it felt like my insides had melted. Dylan didn’t have to do or say anything; just touching it made the crotch of my panties soaking wet. I’ll never understand how he sensed my vulnerability at that moment, but afterwards it felt as though he had read my mind. Once he raised the cross bar of the pillory, my will to resist was gone.

Over the next few weeks, I exchanged numerous emails with Dylan about the sale of the house. The tone of these emails was friendly but strictly professional, and he didn’t mention or even allude to what had happened in the basement. All I could think about was how much I wanted to be back in the pillory, but I didn’t want to bring it up for fear he saw it as a one-time incident. So I went on playing the part of the helpful realtor and kept my fantasies to myself.

By the time the closing rolled around, however, I was beside myself. The weekend before, feeling desperate, I’d called up an old fuck buddy of mine and had him bend me over my kitchen counter and fuck me hard from behind. I even let him stick his thumb up my ass, something he’d pestered me to do every time we had sex.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked afterwards, clearly pleased with the change.

“Let’s just say I was going through a dry spell,” I said, hoping that a good fucking would bring me some much-needed relief. But just two hours later I was lying on my bed, hand inside my panties, playing with my pussy like my life depended on it.

Dylan’s behavior at the closing confused me. He greeted me in a friendly enough manner when he got there, but he didn’t seem especially excited to see me. And when I told him I wanted to drop something off at his new house that afternoon, he responded in the way you’d expect a customer to respond to a realtor he barely new. Was this really the man amatör porno who’d spanked my bare bottom and then taken me from behind just a few weeks earlier?

By the time I arrived at the front door of his house with an expensive bottle of champagne in hand, I was almost ready to abandon my plan. Then I thought of the pillory waiting for me in his basement, took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell.

Dylan smiled when he saw the bottle of champagne and led me back into the kitchen, but he maintained the same reserved manner he had at the closing. Instead of getting out two glasses and opening the champagne, as I’d hoped, he immediately put the bottle into the refrigerator.

“That was so thoughtful of you, Ellie,” he said. “I’ll always feel grateful that you found this house for me.”

I just stared at him. My clit was throbbing so hard by this point that I could barely stand still, and I was so wet I feared he could smell my arousal.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” he went on, as if he was trying to dismiss me.

I lost it then. The last shreds of my pride and composure melted clear away.

“Yes, there is,” I stammered, barely able to get the words out. “I need you to put me in the pillory again. I need you to discipline me. I need you to…I need you to fuck me.”

I was quivering now, and for one horrifying moment I thought he was going to throw me out of the house and report me to my superiors. Instead he walked over to the place where I was standing and took my chin in his hand.

“Have you been having naughty thoughts again, Ellie?” he asked in that deep, low voice, the voice that made my pussy tremble.

“Yes,” I gasped. “I’ve been having very naughty thoughts.”

It hit me, then, that he’d been playing with me. I suppose that realization should have made me angry, but instead it made me feel even hornier. As he led me down into the basement, all I could think about was that this powerful, confident man had me (and my pussy) wrapped around his little finger. And when he lowered the crossbar of the pillory down over my head and hands once again, I actually groaned with relief.

He used several of the instruments to spank me this time: first the riding crop, then the cat o’ nine tails, then the leather strap. And when he wasn’t spanking me, he played with my clit and brought me to the edge of orgasm four or five times. By the time he went upstairs to get himself some champagne, I was feeling frantic. The only reason I didn’t beg him to let me come was that he’d stuffed my sodden panties in my mouth. The smell and taste of my own juices made me even more aroused.

When I heard his footsteps come down the stairs 20 minutes later, I moaned in anticipation. He stood behind me for a minute without speaking, and then I felt something wet splash across my ass. It both cooled my tender skin and made it sting at the same time, a combination that felt wonderful to me. It was only when he walked around the pillory with his glass of champagne that I realized what the liquid was.

“A gorgeous ass deserves the best champagne,” he said, pulling my panties from my mouth and tossing them on the floor.

He gave me a sip of his drink, much of which ran down my chin. Then he set his glass down on the table and took off his pants and underwear. The sight of his cock made moan again, and I began to strain my head forward and stick out my tongue in a desperate attempt to reach it. He teased me for some time before sliding it into my hungry mouth.

And then Dylan did something that pushed me completely over the edge. While I was sucking on his cock with abandon, he picked up the riding crop, reached over the pillory, and began to spank my ass again. From time to time, he took a break from spanking me and ran the edge of the leather flap back and forth in my butt crack. Invariably, one of the triangular points of the flap would catch in my asshole, and he would leave it there for a moment, twisting in it a way that felt indescribably delicious. It occurred to me that I needed to get Dylan to fuck me in the ass sometime soon, but before I could pursue that thought I started to come.

I immediately dropped his cock out of my mouth and began to writhe and wriggle and wail like a crazy thing. I’d never come before without someone actually touching my clit, but I was sure it was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. My pussy and lower abdomen continued to spasm long after I thought it was over.

When I could finally think straight again, I looked up at Dylan through what I was sure were glassy eyes and smiled at him.

“I’m a naughty little whore,” I whispered, and immediately felt my pussy start to tingle again

“You certainly are,” Dylan agreed. I noticed he was stroking his cock while he spoke, and I guessed what was about to happen, which only made me hornier. “Would this naughty little whore like me to come in her face?” he asked.

“Yes please, sir,” I replied eagerly, and as he began to stroke his cock more vigorously, I opened my mouth wide.

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It all started three years ago. We had been married for five years and were as happy as clams in the sea. My husband, Jim worked evenings in a high pressure job and he would come home after work and guzzle down a beer to unwind. Well as time went on it was two, three, four, five, and finally six beers a night. Even on his days off he would drink a six pack every day.

It got so bad that if there was not any beer in the house he would make a mixed drink and drink three or four of those. When the liquor ran out he would drink the wine. It came to the point where someone had given us a bottle of Thunderbird as a joke and he swilled it down. Every night I would watch in horror and hurt as he drank and became a belligerent drunk. I tried reasoning and addressing my worries about him being an alcoholic but to no avail.

It all came to a head on Christmas night. The house was bare of alcohol with the exception of a bottle of thirty-five-year-old Irish whiskey that was giving to me as a gift. It was distilled the year I was born and brought from the old country here. Jim came home from work and I gave him his presents. It was not much, some music, clothes, and funny cards. He thanked me and set everything off to the side. He went into the kitchen and came back a few minutes later with glass of coke. I looked at him confused.

I didn’t say anything about his lack of consideration. But figured he was leading up to suckering me into asking and then he would pull out something really special. Well, from my words thus far you can guess nothing special showed up. Finally, after seeing him drink three cokes as we watched television I broke down and asked where was my gift was.

His reply was short and cut like a knife, “I didn’t get around to getting it.”

Standing I stomped into the kitchen. I was too mad and way too hurt to talk to him. In the kitchen I saw my beloved bottle of whiskey sitting empty on the counter. To say I came unwound is to say a tornado is a little bitty wind storm.

We had our first fight that night, him semi drunk and me, an Irish ally cat, madder than hell. I locked him out of the bedroom and cried myself to sleep. In all my years I had never been hurt like that. The man on the other side of the door screaming at me was not the man I married. He eventually stopped pounding and I was able to get some sleep.

The next morning, he realized he had fucked up and tried to say he was sorry. But, being true to my heritage and still madder than hell I was not buying it. I did not talk to him for three days. He would say something and I would not even look at him in reply. When I worked out what to do and how to handle his drinking problem we were on the way to the mall to pick up a pair of work shoes I had ordered for him for xmass and had not come-in in time.

I had decided that I would have my revenge and have some fun at the same time. You see, I just love high heels, corsets, and latex rubber. Well call me evil if you will but this is the first words I said to him, “Jim, you have a drinking problem. You have two choices; ether give me a divorce or…”

Jim looked at me and said softly, “or?”

I let it hang as I parked the car at the mall and after turning off the ignition turned to him, “You will not drink more than one beer a night. Every time we make love you will wear what I say, and do what I say to do.” I paused and before he could say anything, “If you drink more than that single beer you will wear this.” Opening my purse, I pulled out a printout with a picture of calf high ballet boots.

He looked at the picture and then up at me, “You got to be joking.”

I looked at him coldly, “Do I look like I am joking? Your choice, the boots or a divorce.”

He shook his head and looked down at the paper. Gulping he said softly, “The boots.”

I was not having his halfhearted bullshit games, “I did not hear you.”

Jim looked up, “The boots”

I took the paper back from his unresisting hands, “Look at me and understand, I am not playing games. You fuck up one more time and out you go.”

He looked at me tears in his eyes and said, “I understand Carol. I love you and will do anything you say to keep from losing you.”

Normally I was a sucker for his tears and the whipped puppy dog look but I was not having it this time. “I know you do, and I love you too dear. If I ensest porno didn’t we would not be sitting here talking now.”

We spent the rest of the day shopping and the topic lay like a wall between us. But at least we were talking to each other.

That evening when we got home I went online, ordered the boots, and put the picture of them up on the refrigerator as a reminder.

It took two weeks for the boots to come in. Even though there was beer in the house Jim did not drink, he helped out around the house and was on his best behavior. But at last they came in.

Now let me digress for a little bit if you don’t mind. I have a thing for shoes. Being short and married to a man who is six foot lends its self to heels. When working I wear four inch and when we go out I wear up to six inch pumps. I own a pair of toe boots that go up over the ankle. I originally bought them because I was a ballerina and it was an easy way to practice walking on pointe’.

So, that night when Jim got home I was waiting. Let me tell you, after two weeks of nothing other than my fingers to scratch my itch I really needed a good hard fuck. I met him at the door wearing toe boots, black corset, and purple latex cat suit. He had never seen me dressed out like this and by the bulge in his pants I could tell he approved.

I took his hand and lead him into the living room where I had knee high stockings and his boots waiting. He saw them sitting on the coffee table and gulped. His fear and worry disappeared as I slowly undressed him kissing and sucking my way down his body. Just to tease and torment him more I took him into my mouth and gave him a blowjob, but after a minute I stopped and smiled. Sitting him down on the chair I pulled the knee highs up and strapped the boots on. His ankles were so tight that he could not get into full on pointe’ position but in time I knew that would change.

He tried standing up in them and immediately got a cramp in his caves. Dancing out of his reach I moved to the middle of the living room, laid down, unzipped the lower zipper and displayed my glistening puffy lips. “If you want some of this,” I said as I played with myself, “You have to come over here and get it.”

Jim tried standing again but could not stand the pain. He ended up crawling over to me on his hands and knees. When he reached me I pushed him onto his back. I took his hands in mine, held them over his head, and impaled myself on him. He laid there not moving, as I fucked him. Every time he would start the thrust back I would stop and sit up, “Hold still or you can finish by yourself.” Even with him not moving Jim came within five minutes. Instead of calming down like he had in the past, he remained rock hard.

I was so excited that I was not far behind him and I started to orgasm. I rolled over pulling him on top of me and whispered as I nibbled on his neck. “Fuck me.” Jim obliged and the next twenty of so minutes I rolled from one orgasm to the next never coming down off it. I felt him cum in me for the second time. But even then he did not stop. It was if I unleashed a fucking machine in him.

After his second orgasm we started to make love. The difference is with love there is a passion and gentleness that is missing when you are fucking. We made love nonstop for a little more than an hour when I felt him cum a third time. I had never heard of a man being able to last that long nor cum more than twice, but Jim had. That night I forgave him the hurt he did me.

As we lay together on the floor, him still hard in me, he asked how I walked in them so easy. I didn’t pass on my dance training, I just said, “Practice.” He nodded but did not reply.

Eventually we made it back to the bedroom where we continued at a more leisurely pace. By that time, I had removed everything and lay nude. But Jim still had the boots on. I thought about letting him off easy but he owed me for drinking my whiskey. “You can come out of the boots when I go to work.” I told him. I knew that he would spend the night with leg cramps but he deserved much more than that.

The next morning, he was asleep when I got up and showered before work. He was still asleep when I left for work. I thought about waking him and telling him he could come out of them but figured he would figure I had left on his own.

When he came home from work that night I had the boots laying out for him. Instead of meeting him at the door I let him come in on his own. I had laid a blanket of the floor and lay, nude on top of it. He looked at me and without a word undressed, put the boots on by himself. Jim crawled over to me and took me into his arms.

We made love again that night and every night for the next week. He remained rock hard the whole time even after cumming. It was a dream comes true for me. He seemed always to finish before I did and would have to use his fingers to get me off. But now he would keep at it till I stopped.

We would have kept fucking every asyalı porno night but my period hit. For six days we abstained while my “little friend” came to visit. In the whole time we had been married we had explored different fetishes I had, but when I asked what really turned him on he had always replied that just me dressing kinkily was what he loved most of all.

While we abstained during my period I decided to see if I could try some hypnosis on him. We had a little in the past, mainly to help him quit smoking or study for classes back when he was in school. I planned everything out. I would sucker him into drinking just enough that he was relaxed but not drunk, put him into his boots and try the hypnosis. He and I both were off the weekend so there was plenty of time.

I watched as he drank and when he was relaxed I took his beer away from him. “That’s enough dear,” I said and lead him back to the bedroom. I helped him into the boots and laid him back on the bed after I undressed. “Would you mind if I hypnotized you Jim darling?” I asked as I caressed his chest lightly with my fingernails.

He looked up at me and smiled, “If you want to, I’m game.”

He sure had changed since Christmas and was much more considerate. I smiled back at him, “I would like to give it a try. Ok… close your eyes and listen to me.” I said as I lay down next to him.

I said softly as I laid there next to Jim, “In your mind’s eye picture this.” I paused a moment before continuing, “A boardwalk, leading towards a sandy beach and the ocean beyond you. Feel the warm breeze blowing off the ocean in your hair, the smell of salt water. Look around and see the sand dunes, the sea grass swaying in the wind, gulls soaring like gliders overhead. Hear the sounds of the waves crashing in the distance in front.”

I let the vision fill him a minute, “Your standing there, feel the weathered wood beneath your feet, look and see me standing beside you. I take your hand in mine, feel its warmth, and see my soft smile as I look at you. We walk down the boardwalk towards the ocean, the sounds of the waves becoming louder, the wind in your hair, and the comforting feel of my hand in yours. The sea grass fronds beckoning you to the sea.” I pause again as his breathing slows down, “Feel the wood beneath your feet as we walk forward, the salt in the air. We come to the end of the boardwalk and there are 6 steps down leading to the beach proper.”

I said, “I step down to the first step. As you follow you find yourself more relaxed and at peace. Each step taking you to a level of comfort more relaxing then the one before it. The sounds of the waves breaking louder and you can see the ocean laid out before you across the white sandy beach. I step down to the sand and hold out my hand to yours to take and follow.”

“Feel the sand under your feet, the warmth from it. Reach down and scoop some up and let it dribble from between your fingers, running like sands in an hourglass.” I watch as Jim’s fingers on one hand twitch and smile. “I take your hand and walk with you towards the water. Each step more relaxed than the one before. Each step closer to the water makes the real world more distant and separated from the one before. So calming, so relaxing. Hear the water crashing, smell the salt in the air, feel the wind in your face as we walk towards the water.”

“The only sounds are the waves crashing, our footsteps, and my voice.” I say softly. “You reach the high water mark and the water rolls in and out over and over again beckoning you to enter it and become one with the peace it offers. I lead you down into the water. Feel the first little tendrils of the water splash up against your feet and feel how warm it is, not cool but bath water warm. Feel the water, smell the salt, and feel the wind against your hair.”

“Walk out into the water; each step the level rises of your legs. Feel how calming and relaxing the water is. So calming so relaxing feel the stress in your legs slide out and away as you walk forward. The water up over your knees now and with the waves it rises higher and back down again. Feel the ocean massage your legs as you step in deeper. Look down and see a small school of tiny fish swim by. Watch them swim around your legs and then off. My hand still in yours, leading you deeper. Feel the water rise higher, to your thighs with an occasional wave bringing it up to caress your belly.” I pause and watch as his legs relax and his hard dick calms and goes flaccid.

“Feel how the water has relaxed your legs, as if someone has given them a massage. All the little aches and pains gone away from them. Walk forward and feel the water cover you up to your belly and lower back each piece of you becoming more and more relaxed in the water. Smell the salt, feel the wind in your hair. Only the sound of the water lapping against your skin, and my voice is important now.” Jim’s head twitched as if he were nodding in agreement with me. “The waves gizli çekim porno breaking behind you fading out with every step. Turn for a moment and look behind you, see the beach, the boardwalk, and the chaos, the troubles and worries, the aches and pains there past the boardwalk. Turn back and walk forward. The water rising up to your ribcage relaxing you even more. Feel how it feels as though you are walking on clouds, so light on your feet and relaxed. Calm and relaxed.”

“Walk forward and feel the water rise to your shoulders, to your neck and stand there. Feel my hand still in yours. Our hands joined underwater and let the water relax and guide you to peace. so calm, so relaxed. Deeply relaxed. Glance back at the beach and then away deciding to continue where I lead you. Walk forward taking bouncing steps each drop to the sandy bottom your face gets wet and you step and bounce on tip toe.” I pause and then say, “Trust me”

Jim says in a whisper, “trust.”

I smile at him, “Yes trust me… With one final bounce I go under and pull you down with me. The water warm and you find there is no problem breathing. I guide you and walk forward in bouncing steps the hair in my head waving at you as I smile looking back at you. My hand pulling you along. See the fish swim by schools of little almost minnow types. Feel the water against your body and face, soothing the muscles and numbing everything slowing everything down calming relaxing you taking you deeper and deeper into a relaxed state. So calm so relaxed at peace.”

“Switch into an easy loping swimming motion under the water. Feel as if the water is carrying and helping you along guiding and calming you. All sounds gone now, the past it not really matters for now. Just the peace and me guiding you deeper and more relaxed. Before you see a pile of rocks with a dark opening in them. Swim towards them and watch as you get closer and see that they are really further then you thought and what looked like a little pile of rocks is really rather large. Swim down to the opening and look into the darkness and me beside you hovering there in the water. Feel how calm and soothing the water is to you.”

“Follow and trust you hear me whisper in your mind.” I say softly.

Jim’s mouth moves slightly but no sounds come out.

“Feel my hand in yours once more as I lead you into the cave. See how the light dims out and it becomes completely dark no light, no feeling, the water keeping you warm and convertible holding you up. Feel my hand guiding you deeper and deeper into the tunnel. So calm so relaxing at peace… Deeper and deeper you go pulled along by the guiding touch of my hand in yours. The cave totally dark, no sound, no feeling, just darkness.” I let Jim lay there at that point a good five minutes before continuing.

“Ahead you see a glimmer of light. Feel me pull you forward the light guiding forward. Pulling you forward like a moth to a light at night. The light is above. Swimming forward you swim towards in and break out from under the water. Looking around you see you are in an underwater grotto. Stalactites and stalagmites dot the chamber. You move over to the edge of the chamber floor and get out. Looking around you see how beautiful this hidden room is with all your favorite colors in stone. There is no sound in the room it is as if something pulls the sound from it. But there is a peace, calmness here unlike any you have ever felt. At peace and relaxed.” I take a breath and let it out slowly.

“In the center of the room is an easy chair. I lead you over and sit you down in it. Feel how comfortable it is. So calming, so relaxed, at peace.” I pause as minute and say, “just lay there and relax. No sounds other than my voice, my calming voice.”

I decide to test him. For all I knew Jim was faking it, “Feel your body go numb as you lay there. It is as if you are a spirit without a body. So calm, so relaxed, at peace. My voice calming and relaxing you totally.”

Reaching over and pinching him hard on the side, I see no reaction at all from Jim. Well I think to myself, I know how to tell for sure. I take his dick into my mouth and start to suck on it. But to my surprise and delight it does not respond at all.

One of the things about hypnosis is that you cannot make someone do something that they do not want to do on their own. But there is a loop hole. You just have to find what the person wants and phrase your suggestions in such a way that it seems like something they want to do.

But I digress. “You like this place, this grotto. So nice and relaxing, calm and at peace. Each breath taking you deeper and deeper more relaxed and at peace.” I let him lay there just breathing in and out for a minute. “As I speak you will be able to answer fully and truthfully while staying in this relaxed state. So peaceful and relaxed here. Do you like it here Jim?”

After a moment he replies, his voice a whisper, “yes.”

I smile to myself, “Could you have found your way here alone?”

“No.”

I smile more, “So, you need me to guide you here, to your peaceful and relaxing grotto?”

Jim paused a while before answering, “Need you.”

“You trust me totally to do what is right for you. Correct?” I say seeing how far he will take an idea on his own.

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This is the first part of what I hope will be a rather enjoyable story. As a submissive I have often wondered what it would be like to find myself in such a position as Vivian is about to find herself. I hope you enjoy it, if not…well…it isn’t for everyone. If you do enjoy it please remember that this story is the sole property of the owner and all rights are reserved. Any reproduction or copying of any kind must be with the permission of the author.

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“Bring her in.” At his master’s command Omal bowed and backed out of the room. A moment later he returned, a dark haired woman following behind him. Despite her undressed state and the heavy metal collar welded around her neck she walked with her head held high, pride emanating from her every graceful move.

With a simple nod Tahal ordered the young woman to be brought forward. Quickly, she was bound, her wrists and ankles locked to a tall, wooden rack that stood bolted to the floor in the center of the room.

Tahal circled her slowly, his hands running over the soft skin, lightly colored from the sun. He took his time examining his latest acquisition. It was not so easy in these times and in this place to acquire women but with his wealth and power he was able to do what so many men only dreamed of.

Born in the East, Tahal had strict traditional notions on how things were done. Those notions had earned him both wealth and power and he used both to get what he wanted. And what he wanted right now was standing spread eagle before him.

Tahal had met Vivian during one of his many business transitions. After a year of extensive research into her past he was able to ascertain that he could, for a very hefty price, see her instilled into his home. To everyone else she would simply disappear, without a trace. How long she would remain with him would depend on how well she served.

There had been others before her. Some still remained within his home, serving him and his guests while others had been disposed of, sold to various entities and private parties all over the world.

A small moan brought his attention back to the present. His hand had moved across her stomach, skimming the smooth skin until he reached the sensitive underside of her breast. The nipple, a dark rose color, was already hard, from either fear or exposure he wasn’t sure, but he knew that in time it would harden üvey kız kardeş porno for him.

He felt his excitement growing at the prospects. There wasn’t any part of the training that he didn’t enjoy. From the first moment of introduction to the use of a highly skilled slave he relished every moment. He felt his cock throb within his slacks, felt his body tighten and move towards release. Willing himself back in control he moved his hand up over her breast, letting his fingers flick her nipple back and forth.

Vivian bit back another moan and ordered her body still. She had awaken to find herself in an unfamiliar room. Stripped of her clothes she had waited silently, calmly until someone explained what was expected of her. But no explanation came and it wasn’t until she was brought before Tahal that she began to understand what was happening.

In truth she still didn’t understand the depths of her situation but she knew that she was in no position to demand an explanation. She was naked, displayed before him and vulnerable. It was the last that bothered, and excited, her the most.

Tahal could see her struggle, knew that she was attempting to comprehend her situation and knew that this was an important moment. It was now that he would establish her position in his home.

“My most trusted servant, Omal.” Tahal indicated the dark skinned man waiting quietly. “He knows everything there is to know about me. His father gave him to me as a gift when I was a child. We grew up together and became closer than brothers.”

Vivian remembered the silent man from her business dealings with Tahal. He frightened her. His silent obediance was almost fanatical in nature and she often wondered just how far he would go for his employer. She was about to find out.

“Omal, see to her.”

Vivian gave a startled yelp as Omal moved to kneel before her. Without pause he pressed his face into her pussy and began working her towards an orgasm. Unbelievingly she struggled to hold on to control of her body. It went beyond rape, to have this man touching her, more intimately than any form of intercourse, stripped her. The fact that her body betrayed her and responded to his minstrations brought on a wave of humiliation.

Omal licked the lips of her pussy and tasted her response. He went about his task in a detached, impersonal xnxx porno way; his only goal was following his Master’s orders. Keeping that in mind he worked his tongue deep into her pussy and pressing his nose against her clit. His hands moved up to cup her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples. He could feel her body tightening against him and knew that she was close.

Tahal watched as his trusted servant worked Vivian towards an orgasm. Enjoying the sight he pulled out his cock and started stroking himself. His eyes wandered over the two of them, appreciating the difference in coloring and knowing that neither one wanted to enjoy the task but both responding nonetheless.

“You see, Omal is a good servant. Despite his hatred of women he does as he is ordered without hesitation. Eventually, you will serve me in the same way. Your only thought will be to please me.”

Vivian gripped at the bindings holding her still. Her body felt raw, every nerves exposed and excited until she no longer cared that she was still on display, that her pleasure was only important so long as the man in front of her derived enjoyment from it. She watched him stroking himself and longed to feel that thick cock pounding deep inside of her. She wanted to be filled by him, to feel him ramming against her cervics in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Tahal laughed as if he could read her thoughts and moved to stand behind Omal. “You have not yet earned the honor of having my cock inside that hungry little pussy of yours. But Omal has shown himself to be a worthy recipient.”

His own excitement having built to the point of pain, Tahal brushed Omal’s robe aside, exposing his naked ass. With one violent thrust he penetrated the other man, burying himself deep inside.

Omal remained silent but his body shook with both pain and pleasure, as he had been unprepared for his Master’s entry. Forcing himself to relax he welcomed the pain as Tahal rammed into him. His own cock was hard and throbbing, pointing towards the floor he could feel his orgasm building in his balls. Precum gathered at the head of his cock and dripped onto the floor. He knew better than to come without permission and before his master but today it was a struggle. He gloried in being used. He hated women yet reveled in the fact that his master chose to use him as an instrument of her zenci porno humiliation.

Vivian watched in open fascination as Tahal took his servant from behind. The sight so excited her that she felt the orgasm she had struggled to suppress preparing to burst forth. “No.”

Tahal smiled. “Not only is he worthy of my cock but also of my seed.” With one final thrust Tahal emptied himself deep into his servants ass. As he did so he reached around and gasped the other man’s cock in his hand and stroked him, violently bringing him to orgasm.

Vivian watched as the two men shuddered and shivered, the sight brining on her own orgasm as Omal continued to work her pussy. He had removed his tongue from inside her and was vigerously sucking on her clit. That and the sound of the two men taking their release was enough. Her head rolled back and her body bowed as the orgasm ripped through her.

Tahal continued to slowly move himself inside of Omal, stroking the other man all the while until he and Vivian both collapsed in exhaustion. The only thing holding Vivian up were her restriants, which despite their padding and worn red marks into her skin.

Removing himself from his servant Tahal stood. Omal turned and as was expected cleaned his master’s cock before lovingly sliding it back into his pants. Only when his master was properly put back together did Omal rise. Tying his robe back into place he began to release the woman from her bindings. He refused to look at her, his jealously already well on its way, and he refrained from thinking of her as anything but an object. To him she had no name, no personality, and no soul.

Tahal knew his childhood friend better than Omal cared to admit. He could still feel the thrill of coming deep inside of him while using the other man to humiliate Vivian. The sight of the two of them together, neither one wanting to enjoy the encounter and brought him more pleasure than he had anticipated. He decided then and there that that was something he would have to explore and exploit more often, and he said as much.

“From now on your pleasure is tied to each other.” Tahal laughed at the outrage he saw on his two servants’ faces. “If one of you is to receive pleasure so is the other; if pain is in store for one so shall the other suffer. That should give you both incentive to see that you behave yourselves.”

Tahal turned and walked out of the room. He knew that his next encounter would be just as enjoyable as this one. He was looking forward to seeing how the two decided to deal with each other. It should make for some very entertaining evenings.

To be continued…

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There’s nothing quite like the feeling of a safety being disengaged at the back of your head. I felt it before I heard it. The heaviness. The coldness. It’s twice the rush when someone else’s finger is on the trigger.

“So fucker, what the hell did you say to Kate? There’s little opportunity for bullshit right now.”

“Put the gun down Joe,” I warned.

More pressure on the back of my head, pushing my face down further into my puddle of drool on the desk.

“Gladly,” he agreed. “But first tell me. Now.”

“Fine,” I sighed. “I asked her if she was there against her will, and offered to help her leave if she wanted. Speaking of which, can I get Kate’s number? I’d like to check on her.”

I could sense him changing his stance, preparing to shoot.

“Why?”

“Why do you think fucker?” I laughed. “You fucking raped her! I was trying to do the decent thing. Maybe save both our legal asses in the process?”

>Clunk<

Joe set the gun down next to me before he rounded the desk.

“Jesus fuck Joe, what did I tell you about doing that?” I cursed, rubbing the back of my head instinctively.

“Relax Curt, it wasn’t loaded. You think I want both rape and first-degree murder on my rap sheet? I’m good, but I’m not that good. I don’t think, anyway.”

“Shit,” I muttered in annoyance.

“Next question, what the fuck are you doing here, drooling all over your desk? Did you work late last night or something?”

I’d fallen asleep at my desk apparently, after choosing to come in on Sunday—when yard work hadn’t proven enough of a distraction. But Joe didn’t need to know that.

“Yes Joe. You see, someone has to worry about the status of our cases. That extra week you took really fucked me in the ass.”

“Ha, sue me for needing more than a fucking week off in a year that grayed half my head,” Joe sneered.

I nodded.

“Yeah, as soon as this case is over with Ruiz, I’m gonna get away. Don’t know where, but I need some time for myself as well.”

“Yeah, you do,” Joe agreed. “You might find a woman for yourself too, you know?”

“I can have women whenever I want,” I growled.

“I’m not talking about women you share Curt. A woman. For you only.”

I smiled condescendingly at him.

“Not everyone is cut from the same cloth Joe. I don’t need to be exclusive with a woman to be happy.”

“Then maybe you don’t know what happy is,” he smirked. “To look in a woman’s eyes, and know she is only for you, that she adores you, and wants you more than anything, would do anything for you, Curt, there is nothing like it. Nothing in the world.”

I flinched, and glared at him for getting under my skin.

And Joe got the look. The look he was notorious for, when he was just about to go in for the kill.

“Or maybe, you already know.”

“Get out of my office Joe,” I spat. “I need to work. Check your fucking emails and help me out around here for Christ’s sake.”

Joe’s face was serious. He knew he had stumbled on something huge, and was not done with me. But he relented.

“Fine,” he sighed. “I’ll check in with you after lunch. Get yourself some coffee—and preferably a shave. You look like hell.”

I shook my head after him bitterly before reloading my gun and stowing it back in the safe.

—

“Well if those are the only options, then I guess I’ll have to go with the Henredon piece. I’m not willing to compromise on fabric. On anything really. This customer wants the best. Thanks Terry, I’ll see you tomorrow and we can review materials. Bye.”

I sat back with a sigh and observed my shit-storm of an office. Slash bedroom. I hated it, and loved it at the same time.

There was so much stuff involved when you decorated a large house. There were catalogs, material samples, purchase orders, work-orders, blueprints…just a ton of stuff.

In my case, it just ended up everywhere. And oddly, I could keep track of everything. It worked for me. No one ended up in my room anyway, so I didn’t have to worry about offending any neat freaks.

My face soured at the thought.

No one ended up in my room anyway. And no one would.

So when the heck was I gonna lose my virginity anyway? How was I supposed to meet anyone, and have that magical connection?

Most of the men I interacted with were either contractors who were married, or salesmen who were gay. Online dating was always a possibility, but to me it signified the end of the road—when one couldn’t get the job done in the real world, and needed to resort to online shopping.

My journey had barely begun. I wasn’t about to throw in the towel. So, what to do?

I thought of Curt. Handsome. Rich. Caring. Sexy beyond reason.

What if he did want me? Would it really be so bad? Would it really bring my career to a screeching halt? Would the skies crash down from the heavens? Or would I just be out one client in hundreds—a mere bump in the road when it didn’t work out?

But this wasn’t just olgun porno any client. This was the big time. The rich client that could afford to do all the nice things that designers get published in magazines for.

My work thus far had been impressive, for the budget. But nothing worthy of Architectural Digest. And anything that came close would never be done justice by anything less than a professional photographer. Which I couldn’t afford. It cost thousands of dollars to book a good photographer, which was such a huge chunk of my earnings, I simply couldn’t swing it.

Put it out of your mind Beth. He is the client. You are the designer. He is…perfect. You are not. Just forget it. Put your freaking libido aside, and focus.

Okay, what now…

I had a meeting tomorrow in the city to confirm furniture and fabric selections, and my drapery installer this afternoon at two to do a final measure at the house.

At the house. His house.

Shoot. So much for putting him out of my mind.

And don’t forget, you have to measure his closet. The one with no clothes in it.

Sighing, I finished my cup of noodles.

I might as well get going early and avoid the traffic.

Checking the clock, which showed 12:52pm, I tossed the cheap Styrofoam cup in the wastebasket and sought out some junky clothes.

It was hot out, and humid, so I picked some old denim shorts and a Cubs tee shirt, and finished with my hair in a couple loose buns. ‘Pig buns’ I called them.

They were perfect for keeping my hair up and out of the way on a hot muggy day. The humid midwestern summers had a tendency to turn me into a sloppy, frizzy, Muppet-esque mess in a period of minutes when I didn’t take precautions.

It wasn’t the most professional hairdo in my repertoire, but Alek didn’t care how I looked, and Curt was at the office. It was a good day to go junky. I sighed happily as I slipped on my flip-flops.

Packing up my notebook and sketchpad, and my amazing new tape measure, courtesy of the sexiest man alive, I piled into my Jetta and took off to his house.

—

I’d just pulled into Curt’s driveway when I noticed how beautifully manicured the yard was. Was it this nice before? The house and the grounds had always been nice of course, but today they looked, well, better. Or more noticeable I supposed. Maybe the gardeners had just finished or something.

Walking along the brick path to the front step, I shook my head at how the lawn’s edges had been trimmed, and the bushes pruned and shaped. The money that went into yard maintenance in these high-income neighborhoods was ridiculous.

Entering the house through the foyer, I dropped my purse at the bottom of the staircase, since there was no table or anything.

Note to self—new console table for entryway.

Checking my phone, I saw it was about one-thirty. Okay, half an hour til Alek arrives. That’ll give me time to measure the closet and maybe get started on some sketches.

My stomach turned at the recollection that I would be designing a closet system for sex toys, and I couldn’t let on that I knew that that’s what it was for. Just a generic, one size fits all shelving system, right? Right.

I padded up the steps trying to remember the details of what I had found in the trunk. It was sort of fuzzy in my mind. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to do a little more research and development, I thought as I concealed a mischievous grin.

But when I turned the corner into the “Hers” closet, I stopped dead in my tracks. The trunk was gone. Its imprint was still very evident in the carpeting along the rear wall, so I knew I hadn’t imagined it. He had moved it. And it was clear why.

So where was it?

I turned and checked out the “His” closet, and again found no trunk. He obviously didn’t want me to happen upon it, now that he had assigned me to work on his closet. Shoot.

Wait, what did I care? All he wanted was a generic system of shelves—and hooks. It was none of my business what he used them for. None of my business.

I took out my tape and got started.

Just focus Bethany. Focus.

—

>Ding Dong<

I had just completed sketch one of two when the bell rang. Alek.

“Hey Alek! Long time no see!” I greeted.

“Hello Miss Beth, yes it’s good to see you!” he smiled reciprocally.

Alek was the best in the business when it came to drapery installation, and I always had him double-check my measurements before ordering. Draperies were big-ticket items, and it sucked to screw up, because it usually meant money out of pocket. Not on this job. I wouldn’t have it.

“Wow, you hev a big house project,” Alek mused, gazing up at the cathedral ceilings. “You in the big time now,” He winked.

I beamed with pride. Alek worked on much higher end jobs than I usually—customers who could actually afford draperies. He did work for some of the top firms in Chicago and was in very high demand.

It felt porno good to finally be part of the club.

“Yes, it’s a huge house, and we need draperies throughout. Here are my sketches for each room, and my estimated widths. I need confirmed widths from you, and finished lengths please.”

“No problem, no problem,” he nodded as he took the sketches. “Okaayy, I’m ago get started.”

“Perfect, I’ll just be in the kitchen,” I grinned.

I adored his thick Russian accent, but it came with its challenges. Thank goodness all of his measurements were submitted in writing.

I was just finishing sketch two when I heard a noise. It sounded like the garage door opening. I froze.

Was Curt home early? Why would he come home early?

Oh shit, and I looked like crap! Why did he have to come home early when I’d worn my junky clothes?

Why the heck did I care what he thought of my looks?

You shouldn’t care Beth, just be pro. Be pro.

My eyes flew to the door handle as it turned, and I got butterflies.

—

I’d just finished cleaning up my spilt cup of noodles when I heard the ‘ding’.

It was my tablet.

My heart skipped a fucking beat.

Dammit, dammit, dammit. Dammit!

Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t you dare fucking look!

Picking up my tablet with total self-loathing, I opened the app to view the security feeds.

I scrolled to the foyer, and saw Bethany enter. Ho. Lee. Shhhit.

Her hair. Her hair! It was in pigtails! Sort of.

I zoomed in, and tried to get a better look as she set down her purse.

Well, they weren’t pigtails proper, but they were close enough to make me go instantly hard. She looked like fucking Tinkerbell. What was this girl trying to do to me?

She’s not trying to do anything ass-wipe. She doesn’t even know you’re watching.

And then her legs. Her shorts were so…short. And tattered. And holy fuck were they hot on her. The way they hugged her cute little bubble butt…

And of course, who could forget, her breasts. Another tight tee shirt today. The way it just naturally conformed to her shape made my balls ache.

The shirt, the shorts, the hair. It was too much.

I was at my fucking wit’s end. This ended now.

I stuffed my most essential files into my bag, along with my laptop, and was just about to storm past Margot’s desk when Joe walked in.

Shit.

“Hey Curt, where are you…”

“I’m going home. Call you later,” I barked as I shoved past him.

“What the…” were the last words I heard from Joe before I was out the door.

I peeled out in my Jag, and did what I had longed to do. I was racing home. To her.

I don’t know why I didn’t get pulled over. I’d passed about three cops so far going way over the speed limit, and no dice. Remarkable how lazy officers of the law could be when they were assigned highway patrol duty. You’d think they’d jump at the opportunity to bust a cocky middle-aged white guy in a Jag. Just to keep things interesting.

Oh well. Today at least, it looked like God was smiling on me.

I’d made great time on the freeway, and was pulling through my security gate when I saw not one, but two cars in my driveway. One was a white van with some logo on the side.

“Alek’s Drapery Installation”

Delightful. She wasn’t alone. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

This really let the air out of my tires. Shame the memo didn’t reach my cock.

Grudgingly, I pulled into the only stall of my garage that wasn’t blocked. My goddamn knuckles were white from their death grip on the steering wheel.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

What was my explanation for being here, when Bethany inevitably asked? What excuse would I give?

I drew a blank.

Come on, think!

I didn’t feel well?

No. I didn’t want her retreating from me to avoid getting sick.

I decided to work from home today?

No. I don’t have a home office yet.

My partner pissed me off and I needed some distance?

Better. But not ideal.

I was tired?

Yeah, I guess that was generally a good one. Something anyone could relate to. And not a bold-faced lie.

I was tired. I was tired of holding myself back from the one thing I wanted more than anything else in the world. I wanted Bethany. I wanted her against me, and beneath me, so badly. I was tired of fantasizing.

Good. That excuse would do. Just the first part though.

I hated myself. Why couldn’t I just throw caution to the wind, like Joe? Just take what I wanted. Make her love me the way Joe made Kate love him. The jury was still out on that of course, but they had honestly seemed happy with one another. I wanted to taste it so badly for myself. But not at the risk of hurting Bethany. I just couldn’t.

I shook my head as I entered through the garage door to the kitchen, thanking God and cursing him at the same time. I had raced over here like a bat out of hell, planning on doing the unthinkable. Porno izle And God had promptly knocked me on my ass.

At least the devious bastard was watching out for Bethany. Had to give him kudos for that. She deserved his protection.

“Hey Bethany,” I greeted, sounding as tired as I needed to pretend to be.

“Curt, hi!” she squeaked. “What are you doing home this early? I thought you were a very busy man. Very busy!” she quoted me smugly.

“That I am Bethany. I’m just feeling a bit run down. I spent some time at the office yesterday and actually fell asleep on my desk!” I laughed.

At least that part was true.

“Aww, well I hope you’re not coming down with something,” she stuck out her lip in a pout that made me want to bend her over the kitchen counter.

Her pigtails would be all fucked up before she knew what hit her.

“No, no,” I assured her. “Just worked too long a day yesterday I think. So what’s up? I saw the van outside.”

“Oh that’s Alek. He’s doing some final measurements for draperies. Alek does the installation, so I have him verify my numbers before I push orders.”

“That’s a smart move,” I nodded, though I was mildly interested at best.

“Watcha got there?” I gestured to her sketchpad.

“Oh,” she blushed. “I was working on some sketches for the master closet.”

“Oh nice,” I smiled. “Can I see?”

“Sure,” she answered shyly. “But why don’t we go upstairs to discuss it? It may help you to visualize a bit better.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” I replied nonchalantly.

I was such a master of words when I was around her.

Of course I let her lead. I had ached to watch her walk up those stairs since I saw her with Thor that day on the security feed.

In the tight, short, frayed denim, her ass did indeed sway back and forth. I was salivating by the time we reached the landing. I wanted to grab her and haul her to my bed just like I’d dreamed. But the installer was within earshot. Not in the cards.

I had a tent in my pants I knew, but I decided to ignore it. If she noticed, what the hell was she going to say? It would be awkward, but I knew she would play the professional, as always.

The air was dead silent as she led me into my bedroom. I think we were both holding our breath.

I wondered how Bethany had reacted when she’d discovered the trunk missing. I’d been in such a rush to get home that I hadn’t paid any further attention to the security footage. Was she surprised? Had she gone in search of it?

As we entered the master bath I had to stifle a wicked grin.

I’d broken a sweat dragging that huge trunk to the garage yesterday. Its imprint was still very obvious on the carpet, but I figured it would be fun to mess with her a bit, so I didn’t bother vacuuming it out. I wanted to see if Bethany would comment on it. But I knew she wouldn’t. She was a pro.

“Okay,” she let out a deep breath as we approached the doorway to Closet B. “Are you ready?” she asked, beaming with confidence.

“I’m ready,” I confirmed softly. It was everything I could do to keep from growling at her in sexual excitement. I was ready. But in a totally different context.

“Okay, so if you stand here,” she began, situating us both at the doorway looking in, “This is what you will see. This is option A.”

She gestured to her pad and then to the space, all business as usual. But as we huddled together in the doorway, and I smelled her girly fragrance, it became hard to focus on anything but the ache.

Being taller than Bethany, I couldn’t look down at her drawing without noticing her cute pigtails just inches from my face. God how I wanted to grab those sort-of-pigtails in my hands. I wanted to force her to her knees and make her suck my cock until I blew my load down her slender young throat.

“You see here that I’ve drawn a series of adjustable shelves. Very utilitarian, very basic, and on each wall are different depths. The far wall has the deepest shelves, and the side walls have medium and shallow depth. On the right hand wall, I have four linear feet of hooks, each accommodating up to one hundred pounds.”

“Yeah, that looks nice,” I commented. “Basic.”

“Mhmm, so that’s option A. And here’s option B,” Bethany continued, flipping to the next page in her sketchpad.

“Wow,” was my immediate reaction.

“Yeah, so for option B, I’ve included a few more features. I have a bank of drawers here on the left hand wall, some closed cabinets at the far wall, and open shelving. Plus, a longer stretch of hooks on the right hand wall. About six linear feet,” she explained authoritatively, pointing to the blank wall on our right.

“Wow,” I muttered again. “You really put some thought into this.”

I turned to her, and she looked down shyly for a second before meeting my eyes again.

“Yeah, I just wanted it to be versatile. Ideal for your needs, whatever those may be,” she explained, retreating from me a few feet.

Clearing my throat, I stepped forward. She stepped back. I stepped forward. She stepped back.

“Whatever those may be?” I teased.

I didn’t want to make her aware of my intel, but God it was just too delicious. Pushing her, making her anxious and fidgety.

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He admired her perfect ass as he followed her down the hotel hallway. The black silk dress clung to the shapely mounds gyrating back and forth from the sway created by her high heels. Her long, thin legs did not need nylons as they were perfectly smooth with a mocha brown color. Ebony hair cascaded halfway down her back and was so silky that the dim sconce lighting reflected from it as they passed each fixture. Although only a few inches taller than 5 feet, she seemed taller because of the perfectly proportioned shoulders, hips and waist.

Although he couldn’t see the front of her at the moment, he retained a vision of the rest of her in his minds-eye: almond shaped, black eyes subtly emphasized with black eye-liner; Oriental facial features that spoke of her Thai heritage that made her look 10 years younger than the 24 years old he knew her to be; a long, graceful neck with a tiny gold chain; miniscule breasts that boasted long, aroused nipples clearly outlined through the silky fabric of her dress. As he finished inventorying her assets in his mind, he flashed back to how he came to be following this vision of beauty to his room where he would revisit an erotic place he never dreamed he would venture.

He had come to Bangkok on business. After three exhausting days successfully negotiating a multi-million dollar sale of heavy equipment to a Thai construction company, he was ready to relax and enjoy the exotic atmosphere he had heard so much about from the travel brochures. It was his first trip overseas but he knew from the media that Bangkok was considered one of the most sexually open cities in the world.

Although he was married with four grown children, his marriage was stale and predictable. He felt the need to experience something novel and exciting, which in turn could spice up his sex life back home. As he prepared to experience the delights of the city, he inventoried his naked body in the hotel mirror. What he saw was a tall, lean 6 foot 4 torso with only a few reminders that gravity and age wins all battles eventually.

His blond hair was thinning but styled in a way that enhanced his ruggedly handsome face. Broad shoulders and a relatively flat stomach created a vee-shape that pointed down to what he knew from showering at the Y was his most admired asset. His cock was porn-star long and thick. Even in its current flaccid state, it hung between his legs like a deli salami.

He picked up his dick in his hand and gave it a few long strokes as he thought about the potential for the night ahead. His phallus responded immediately and started to swell in his hand. The fleshy circumcised head began turning a darker shade as it filled with blood. He let it drop after reaching a half-erect state. Even in that semi-aroused condition his massive tool had filled out to nearly 8 inches long and bulged with veins that made it look even thicker than it was.

It was time to set out on his night of adventure so he turned back to the business of getting ready for the evening. He decided to wear a light-colored tropical weight sport coat and linen trousers with a black silk tee shirt as well as his thin-soled Italian loafers with no socks.

Most importantly, he decided to not wear any underwear because he loved the feel of the smooth linen on his dick as it swung like a pendulum against his legs. Plus he thought it might give quick access to some willing participant in his plans for the night.

His destination was the bar district not far from his hotel. He decided to walk because it was only a few blocks and he wanted the heady experience of walking through the teeming life that filled the streets and alleys. Greedy hands plucked at his coat as he walked along the sidewalk. Voices called out to him to stop and buy trinkets that street vendors were hawking. Smells from woks and rice steamers invaded his nose and reminded him about how far from home he really was.

As he turned the corner to his destination an onslaught of neon lights and loud music overloaded his senses. Insistent voices called out to him from the bar doorways to come in and enjoy the best entertainment Bangkok had to offer. He was so stunned by this barrage 1080 porno of sights and sounds that he forgot to watch where he was going and collided with a body coming around the corner of the building in front of him.

The force of the impact caused him to stumble forward grabbing for anything to break his fall. What he grabbed was the shoulders the unseen person in his path. They were kept from falling by bumping into the building in back of them. As they came to a hard stop against the rough bricks, he realized that the person he had almost knocked to the ground was an extraordinarily beautiful Asian woman. She was so tiny that she had to crane her neck straight up to see who was crushing her.

Before he could move away from her, his cock twitched involuntarily, reacting to the beauty below him. As fate would have it her delicate hands had reached out for stability when stumbling and were in the vicinity of his crotch and felt the unmistakable movement of his long dick. Finally, they disentangled themselves amidst abject apologies from him and bows and “so sorrys” from her. When they finally determined that there was no damage done to either party, they finally looked at each other and realized that they were appraising each other in a different light, rather than as strangers bumping into each other.

What they both knew was that she had felt his growing prick in that brief moment and that there was an instantaneous animal attraction between them. Recovering his senses quickly, he realized that this could be a much better opportunity for him than cruising through bars getting solicited by the famous Bangkok bar girls. He held out his hand, introduced himself and offered to buy her drinks and dinner to make up for the clumsiness he had exhibited a few moments ago. She delighted him by responding positively in accented, sing-song English.

The next few hours were spent communicating with gestures and smiles, trying to bridge the gap of different cultures and languages. As the drinks lubricated their mutual attraction, he placed a dinner order from the menu called the Thai Special.

He also began to test the boundaries of their new relationship by placing his hand lightly on her knee under the cocktail table. She responded by doing the same to his knee and began rubbing upwards in small circular motions. It was obvious to him that she was getting aroused because her pointed nipples were clearly defined against the silk fabric of her dress.

As she slid her hand upward, she soon encountered the unencumbered length of his hardening cock through the thin linen trousers. Gasping in surprise, she withdrew her hand and with widened eyes, said “Too big me”. He caught her miniature wrist before she could remove her hand totally and firmly put it back on his now thoroughly rigid penis. Her little fingers barely fit around half the girth of his cock but as he moved her hand up and down the length of his dick, he could tell she was starting to get comfortable with his huge size.

As she began to pump his organ on her own, he moved his exploring hand further up her leg. Just as he was nearing the source of her womanly treasures, she stopped his hand and whispered, “Me disspoint you”. Not understanding, he kept up his relentless pursuit of her hidden pussy but she proved to be his match by holding him away and continuing to say “Me disspoint you”.

Thinking she was afraid of the size of his raging hard-on under her hand, he decided to slow down and use his innate salesmanship and more alcohol to seduce her totally. Leaving her leg, he put his arm around her and began tweaking her nipple that was standing up like a large round eraser head. He found that that was her magic button because she began squirming on the booth and clamping down with her hand on his oversized cock that was now completely tenting his pants straight up.

Just as he thought he would finally let him explore her Oriental pussy, she surprised him by slipping down in the booth and disappearing beneath the table cloth. His zipper was soon sliding down and the cool air of the bar infiltrated his pants. She reached inside his now open pants and with some tugging 2 k porno and pulling managed to expose his full 10 inches of manhood.

He could see her eyes widen from below the table as she grasped his upright dick with both hands, barely circling the circumference of the rigid pipe. Nudging her head forward with one hand and lightly twisting her nipple with his fingers of the other hand, it didn’t take long for her mouth to reach out for his bulging cock-head, which was now glistening with pre-cum.

Her pointed tongue slipped out of her mouth and teased his hole that was now leaking profusely with the white sticky natural lubricant. A thread of spunk clung to her wet tongue as she withdrew it from his cum hole. Her eyes were now glazed with lust as she approached his dick with her now-willing mouth. She opened her petite mouth to take him inside her mouth-pussy but found she could not open wide enough to accommodate the massive shaft.

Added to her discomfort was the fact that his dick was so hard and tall that her head was nearly above the table level and her actions would soon be visible to anyone walking by. Instead to his delight, she started bathing the huge vein on the underside of his dick with her saliva, all the while pumping her slight hands up and down on his slippery pole.

He rolled his head back on the booth in ecstasy and closed his eyes thinking this was the most erotic scene he could ever imagined himself in. Just as he thought he wouldn’t be able to take much more of her attentions without exploding a load of cum on his shirt, this beautiful Oriental doll unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his trousers with lightening quick actions. She encouraged him to lift up his ass and when he did, she yanked his pants down, completely exposing his crotch to her face.

His testicles hung over the edge of the booth and he was glad that he made a practice of shaving them because now his fantasy girl was holding them in both hands and slobbering kisses and rolling her tongue around the enormous globes that were now freed from his pants. As she continued to work over his bald nuts like a hungry squirrel, he began to stroke himself with his free hand.

As if all the sensual sensations weren’t enough, he soon felt her tongue probing the base of his scrotum and was inching towards his puckered asshole. He had always fantasized about getting a rim job so he slid further down on his seat to give her complete access to his brown hole. Her tongue lathered around between his cheeks and soon was probing into the dark channel itself, fucking his hole with her wet, slippery eel of a tongue.

He was pumping his massive tool with total abandon now, not caring who would see him in the dark corner booth they occupied. An idea popped into his head to add even more erotic sensations to this exhilarating experience so he scooped an ice cube out of a drink glass, reached under the table and fed it into the willing mouth his new friend. She apparently understood what he wanted because he soon felt the icy cold cube being forced up his ass from her mouth. His sphincter muscles contracted wildly with this new delight and he thought he would shoot his waiting load of cum straight into the air. He knew if he didn’t get her up above the table there would soon be no stopping his gusher.

Grabbing her head with both hands, he slowly guided her above the table. Her face was totally glazed with her saliva and her makeup was slightly smudged. The lustful look on her face was all the encouragement he needed so he effortlessly lifted her up by her slim waist and set her down straddled across his naked lap.

Her silk dress was now hiked up to the top of her thighs and he caught a glimpse of a crimson thong. His cock was so long that as it lay across his belly the engorged head was still showing from under her dress. She rubbed the head of his dick and seemed to make a decision about what to do next. She reached over to her purse on the booth and opened it with one hand. In her hand was a tube that he instantly recognized as sexual lubricant.

She continued to rub her crotch up and down his shaft like she was sliding down a stairs banister while 3 k porno she opened the top of the sex aid. Leaning forward and holding him against the back of the booth she lifted the back of her dress, pulled aside her thong and whispered in his ear, “Fuck ass please”.

As she was saying these wondrous words, she reached behind her and squirted nearly a full tube of jelly between her shapely butt cheeks. She lifted herself up completely on her knees to allow his jerking cock to move to her waiting hole. Guiding his horse-sized dick back to her perfect butt with one hand and bracing herself on his shoulder with her other hand, her legs were shaking with the effort. Slowly she lowered herself on his hard shaft, finding that the grease was so slippery that she could barely hold on with her baby hand.

Finally, his bulbous head began probing into her tight hole. She gasped with pain as she began a slow descent down his gigantic post. When the first inch of his prick entered her, he was jolted as if he had been shocked by a Taser gun. Her ass-cunt was so hot and tight it felt like his cock was being squeezed in a vise. The full tube of grease was the only reason she could continue the long, slow descent on his full, rock hard 10 inches.

After each inch of pushing herself down, she would pull up slightly to give herself more momentum downward. Her sphincter muscles were impossibly stretched, but as each stroke of his cock sunk further into her belly, she was so far gone with lust that there was no turning back. Finally she reached the bottom of his shaft and rested her full weight on his pubic bone.

He could not believe the feeling of ecstasy he had achieved in so short a time. Not wanting the feeling to ever end, he held the exotic flower in his arms and slowly rocked back and forth, savoring the phenomenal heat of her bowels around his pulsating prick. As the pace picked up with their rocking, he felt a peculiar knot poking him where her pussy rested on his belly.

Knowing that there was now no reason to not finger her cunt and give her a little pleasure back, he reached between them and pushed aside her thong. To his utter shock, a very small but semi-erect penis fell out of the tiny g-string and into his hand.

She jerked like a fish being caught by a treble hook and looked with horror into his face. Sobbing “So sorry, so sorry”, she began crying on his shoulder. Because of the astonishment of having a man’s dick in his hand for the first time in his life while at the same time knowing his cock was up a perfect woman’s ass, he simply did nothing.

But as he came to his senses, he realized his hard-on was still impaled in her ass and it wasn’t going down. He also realized that her cock was feeling surprising good in his hand and in fact was growing in his hand like a blossoming flower. He experimentally stroked up and down on her growing prick a few times and was rewarded with renewed movement up and down on his own cock.

In fact, as their mutual movement continued he found himself implausibly thrilled with the reality of fucking the ass of this child-like girl/boy and stroking a penis that was not his own. She, in the mean time, knew that she was not going to be rejected by this attractive man as she first expected when her secret pussy-dick popped out from her silk thong. As they both were thinking their private thoughts, the up and down motion in her ass caused his scorching prick to throb with a mind of its own.

His fingers were teasing the uncut head of her man-pussy and creating sensations that caused her to buck around like she was riding a bull in a rodeo. They were both out of control regarding their whereabouts and in fact a small crowd of bar employees had gathered around the table to look in awe at the colossal, gleaming white cock of the big American going in and out of the girl’s tiny asshole.

Just as he thought he could not hold back any longer, she screamed out “Fuck me ass, fuck me ass, fuck me ass” and shot her hot cum into his stoking hand. That was all it took for him to finally blow his full hot load of sperm up her dark tunnel.

They were both shaking and shuddering with their mutual exertions from their impossibly lucky encounter. As they finally calmed down and their respective cocks started shrinking, the crowd that had gathered erupted in applause while their confused waitress stood with two plates in her hands and asked in halting English,

“TS Dinna?”

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