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Eric was feeling down. Here he was, 23 years old, with a good job in computer repair, and a pleasant house that he was renting, but life had gone wrong. Amy, his longtime girlfriend who had been living with him had left. She said it was because her employer had transferred her to an office in a distant city. Eric suspected that she had requested, or at least, not resisted the transfer.

Eric heated some left-over pasta from the fridge and washed it down with a beer. A miserable meal to match the miserable world outside. There had been freezing wind and rain all day. It was now dark and lightning was flashing in the sky. At least the heater was working. Eric flicked through the TV channels but could find nothing of interest. Finally he found and old favourite DVD and loaded it into the player. He sat in his most comfortable chair with another beer and pressed the buttons on the remote control. Eventually the screen came to life and the show began. This made him feel even more lonely. He and Amy used to sit together to watch DVDs and cuddle and fondle each other. Eric had some very pleasant memories of Amy’s breasts. And when he got an erection, he had to do all the fondling himself. It was little comfort to remember the quote that “masturbation is sex with someone you love.”

Then there was an almighty clap of thunder and the power failed. No lights, no heat and no DVD. Eric felt his way out to the kitchen where he kept a battery-powered light he used for camping. With this he wandered back to his chair and pondered his future. Should he stay here and hope for another girl like Amy? Should he move to a small apartment and save money? Should he go off and chase Amy? There was no easy answer.

While Eric was trying to sort out his thoughts, the power came back on. After a few attempts he persuaded the DVD to start playing where he had left off and sat back hoping to escape life’s problems. Perhaps he needed another drink …

After about half an hour, there was a knock at the door. “Who on earth comes out on a night like this?” was his obvious thought as he made his way down the hallway. He switched on the light and opened the door to find a slim young lady looking very anxious.

“Hello,” she said, “I’m sorry to bother you at such a time, but I was wondering whether you could help me. I am Ruth, a friend of Amy’s, and live across the street. I see that the lights have come on along the street but mine aren’t working. Amy says you deal in electrical things, so I thought you may be able to help. My real problem is that I am writing a thesis on my computer and need to keep working to meet the deadline.”

“Sure,” replied Eric. “I’ve seen you walking along the street sometime. Come and stand by my heater while I grab my lamp and a coat.”

In a couple of minutes the pair cautiously made their way down the path, across the road and up the stairs of Ruth’s apartment block. Eric shone his light around the foyer and stairs, looking for the electrical box. As Ruth unlocked her door, Eric found what he sought and was able to switch on a circuit breaker and get some light inside Ruth’s apartment.

“I’d better come in and check you have power where you do the computing,” he commented.

“Yes, come in and check it all while I pour you a drink. Would you like a rum and coke, or prefer something warmer on a night Temelli Escort like this?”

“Rum and coke would be perfect,” replied Eric, not sure of what to make of an almost unknown young lady offering him a drink.

So Eric sat on a couch in the room that served as Ruth’s study, dining and TV room while Ruth busied herself in the kitchen. When she returned with the drinks, Ruth sat in what was obviously her favourite chair.

“How does a student like yourself afford a place like this?” asked Eric.

“Ah, my parents are hardworking, strict protestant types who have saved quite a bit of money and don’t want their little daughter mixing with ‘the wrong crowd.’ They bought this place partly as an investment, and partly to keep me away from the evils of the world,” replied Ruth.

“And have they succeeded?” asked Eric with a chuckle.

“Yes, I have learned to live by keeping to myself and studying hard. But it hasn’t been so successful socially. I have few friends.”

“I’m not sure how well I’m doing socially these days,” added Eric. “You might not have noticed but Amy has left me and moved far away.”

“That’s terrible,” replied Ruth. “I used to admire the way you and Amy were as a couple. I used to secretly envy you!”

“Well, envy us no longer,” replied Eric. “Our world has fallen apart. I am thinking of moving away and downsizing. Your life is actually more stable than mine!”

Ruth left the room to refresh the drinks. Eric wondered how much more computer work she would do this evening.

“Tell me about your field of study,” asked Eric when Ruth returned.

“I am studying for an advanced degree in particle physics,” was Ruth’s reply. “I know a lot about how particles behave according to set rules, but can never work out the rules governing human behaviour!”

“I have similar trouble,” replied Eric. “I was fortunate to meet up with Amy who understood all those things so well. I am lost without her.”

“I was actually quite envious of Amy. She had a better figure than myself and knew more of the social graces. I’ve always felt I was too thin where it matters and too awkward with people. People see me as a nerd. And I have always thought Amy did rather well in having you as her partner.”

“Thin is considered very desirable in the fashion world. The world is full of people trying to lose weight – mostly without success!” was Eric’s reply.

“I don’t know much about boys,” Ruth replied, “but I know they like to see some fullness around the bust and the bottom. I have neither. I used to think Amy had about the right sized breasts and used to imagine you playing with them!”

“That’s very naughty of you!” replied Eric. “But it is true that I used to enjoy Amy’s breasts. I used to get turned on by them and then proceed to other activities!”

“And I used to enjoy seeing you when you worked in the front garden without your shirt. I used to envy Amy having your body to cuddle and explore.”

“You certainly have been using your imagination as you walk down the street!” was Eric’s slightly tipsy reply.

“Well,” said Ruth, “I am 22 years old and have never seen a real naked man, so I used to imagine you taking you clothes off with Amy! I couldn’t quite imagine all the details, of course. Two drinks and now I have said too much – how embarrassing!”

“Don’t Temelli Escort Bayan be embarrassed – it is good to unwind and talk freely about our thoughts. I’m thinking you put a lot of rum in our drinks!”

“Yes, I was not expecting visitors so didn’t have much Coke in the fridge, so I made up the volume with rum.”

At that moment there was a bright flash of light followed soon afterwards by a loud crack of thunder. And then the lights went out again.

Eric commented, “The trouble is caused by those particles of yours. Electrons jump around in the sky releasing energy which comes in our windows as photons. I wouldn’t be surprised if the particles haven’t damaged the power transformer. I’m sure you know how to calculate how far away the lightning is – sound travels at 340 meters per second and that thunderclap took less than a second to get here. So say 200-300 metres away. That’s probably the height of the clouds outside.”

“Yes, I’d already done the calculation, and it quite scares me,” was Ruth’s reasoned reply. “It frightens me. I’ve seen some artificial lightning generated in the lab. And I know the power it contains. Sitting here in the dark with all that happening above me makes me quake.”

“Then come over here when the next lightning flash shows the way, and sit next to me. We can live or die together.”

“How very romantic,” replied Ruth as she scurried over to the couch.

Eric put his arm around Ruth’s shoulders and thought he detected a tremor. “Was that fear or excitement?” he wondered as Ruth moved a little closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder.

“I don’t see you getting much more computing done tonight. What with repeated power failures and the rum!”

“I’m not so worried now – I have good company, and you are letting me relax.”

Another flash and thunderclap made Ruth move closer to Eric. Eric tried to calm her my gently moving his hand up and down Ruth’s upper arm. Ruth gently took Eric’s hand and placed it under her arm and against her chest, letting him feel her breast. Eric realised the Ruth was not wearing a bra and because the heater was off and the temperature dropping, her nipple was very prominent. He rolled it between thumb and forefinger.

“What do you think?” asked Ruth.

“About what?”

“My breast. Is it big enough for you?”

“It is a real handful,” was Eric’s quick reply. “I suspect you could be described as a real handful in many ways!”

“I’ve been a student all my life, and I’m still willing to learn. What can you teach me?”

“I could nibble your nipples the way I used to do it for Amy. Would you like that?”

“Yes, please. As I said, I used to imagine you playing with Amy’s breasts,” replied Ruth taking her T-shirt off quickly.

So Eric gave Ruth the full treatment, accompanied by some sighs of delight from Ruth. He then took his own jumper and shirt off and placed her hand on his chest, letting her feel the hairs.

“I’ve never felt a man’s chest before,” commented Ruth.

“There is more than that to feel!” replied Eric leaning in for a kiss. “But there isn’t a lot more to see in this darkness.”

“Lend me your lamp and I’ll try and fix that,” said Ruth who took the lamp out into the kitchen. She returned with some candles and a box Escort Temelli of matches. With difficulty she set a lighted candle in each of their empty drink glasses.

Eric could now see clear outlines of Ruth’s small but perky breasts. And the nipples were protruding beautifully. He gave her another kiss and a cuddle. But Ruth was not so easily satisfied. She had often dreamed of this moment and wasn’t going to let it slip away.

“So what else do you have to show me?” she asked.

“It depends on what interests you.”

“As I said I’ve never seen a live naked man, and I used to admire what I could see when you were working in your garden just wearing shorts. I would like to see the rest, if that’s OK.”

So Eric took a few steps away, loosened his belt and dropped his jeans.

“More, more!” cried Ruth. “I’ve seen that bit!”

So Eric pulled down his underpants and stepped out of them.

“That’s better,” said Ruth. “A cute bottom, and not too hairy.”

“This is getting embarrassing,” complained Eric. “Getting undressed in front of another person is not easy. It’s better if two people do it together.”

“My friends tell me that if they show their breasts to a boy, he will usually show them anything they ask. The university girls sit around comparing notes of what they have seen, and how often.”

Eric turned around and let Ruth see his half erection in the flickering light.

“Come here, I want a feel,” ordered Ruth.

Ruth fondled Eric’s penis and his balls. His erection increased to near full size.

“I like the way it grows,” was her comment. “Did Amy enjoy this?”

“Amy used to play with it and make it grow. And then we’d end up having sex after which it shrank!”

“Would you do that with me?” asked Ruth.

“But what about precautions?” replied Eric.

“Don’t worry, I am on contraceptive pills to regulate my periods and reduce period pain,” was the reply.

So, like a religious procession, Ruth and Eric set off to the bedroom carrying a candle each. When the got there, Ruth unceremoniously removed her jeans and panties and gave Eric a hug.

“Now climb in big boy and show me what to do. And don’t take too long about it I am rearing to go.”

So with a few simple kisses to mouth and breasts, Eric felt for Ruth’s vagina. He noted that there was plenty of lubrication – she certainly was a girl in a hurry. So he climbed on top of her and gently introduced his penis.

“Don’t stop there,” ordered Ruth as she arched her back towards him. With a quick “Ah” from Ruth, he was in more deeply.

“Give it another push,” was Ruth’s further order. “I might be a small girl, but I’m sure I can take a full-sized penis.”

Eric pushed hard and started to pump her. If anything her smallness had produced a tighter vagina and so was more enjoyable. “Something to remember for the future,” he noted to himself.

It wasn’t long before Ruth started to breathe more heavily and utter some oohs and aahs. These increased until she called out “Oh, Eric, you’ve done it!” as she dug her nails into Eric’s buttocks.

Eric came soon after and felt that warm glow of success. He lay back and put an arm around Ruth.

“We did it. And now you know what it’s all about. It’s no longer just scientific knowledge for you.”

“I’m very pleased,” replied Ruth, “It’s been a long time coming, if I can say that. And now I hear the rain teaming down on the roof. How about you stay here the night and we’ll look at the electrics in the morning?”

“Yes, indeed, a good idea. And who knows what might pop up during the night?” was Eric’s sleepy reply.

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İlk başlarda arka kapıma giren aletinin verdiği acı şimdi büyük bir zevke dönüşmüştü. Hem arkamda git gel yapıyor, hem de bana “Tatlı kaltak, güzel orospu, küçük fahişe… , ne tatlı kalçaların var senin” diye küfürler yağdırıyordu. Bu, ona kızmak bir yana, benim isteğimi daha da arttırıyordu. Kendimi ona verdikçe çıldırıyordum. Ben, okulun efendi, uslu kızı şimdi gerçek bir fahişe gibiydim. Onun bana kaba davranması çok hoşuma gidiyordu. Kalçalarımı okşuyor, o güzel yuvarlaklıklarımı sıkıyor, bana hızlı hızlı giriyordu. Ağzımdan zevk iniltileri çıkıyordu. Böylesine güzel bir zevk hiçbir zaman yaşamamıştım. Ahmet, uzun bir git gelin ardından müthiş bir titreme ile içime boşaldı. Boşalmasıyla birlikte de erkekliğini arka kapımdan çekerek temizledi. aletini arka kapımdan çekince, içimde büyük bir boşluk hissettim. Bulunduğum pozisyondan doğrulduğumda, yabancı bir erkeğin sıvısının içimde olduğunu düşündüğümde çok tahrik oldum. Beni en çok tahrik eden şey, erkeğimin sıvısının arka kapımın dudaklarına bulaşması ve arka kapımın dudaklarının birbiri üzerinde tatlı bir şekilde kayması olmuştu. Bu arada birdenbire inşaatın uç kısmındaki bölmeden seyredildiğimizi farkettim. Biraz endişelenmiştim ki dikkatli baktığımda, bizi izleyenlerin biraz önce gördüğümüz sevgililer olduğunu farkettim. Durumumuzu bildiklerinden, bizi izlemelerinde herhangi bir sakınca görmedim. Zaten yanımdaki adamın beni becermek için oraya götürdüğü bariz ortadaydı. Onları fark ettiğimi belli etmeden, Ahmet ile ilgilenmeyi sürdürdüm. Ahmet beni duvara yaslayarak vücudumu yalamaya başladı. Özellikle de memelerimde çok oyalandı Onları sıkıyor, göğüs uçlarıma ısırıklar atıyordu. Yavaş yavaş kadınlığıma kadar indi ve kadınlığımı örten, özenle kesilmiş kıllarımın üzerinden yalamalarını sürdürdü. Bana yaptıkları başımı döndürüyordu. Birdenbire parmaklarıyla kadınlığımı ikiye ayırdı ve kadınlığımın dudaklarını yalamaya başladı. Arada sırada da dilini kadınlığıma sokmayı ihmal etmiyordu. Ahmet` in her dokunuşu kadınlığımı biraz daha uyarıyordu. Ahmet önümde doğrularak, elleriyle Lalahan Escort Bayan kadınlığımın dudaklarını araladığında isteğinin ne olduğunu anlamıştım. Ona bu yüzden biraz direndiğimden bana biraz olsun kızmıştı. Ona karşı koyuşum, onun bana olan davranışlarını biraz olsun kabalaştırmıştı. Bana, arkamı dönmemi söyledi. Arkamı döndüğümde, domalmamı beklemeden kalçalarımın dudaklarını parmaklarıyla ayırarak aletini içime soktu. Daha önceden içime boşalttığı sıvıları arka kapımın dudaklarını kayganlaştırdığından, hiçbir zorlama ile karşılaşmamıştı. Arkamda tekrar gidip gelmeye başladığında, vücudumun yönlenmesini de yönetiyordu. Vücudumu arkaya doğru vererek, sırtımı onun vücuduna yasladım. Arkadan göğüslerimi okşuyor, kulak memelerime öpücükler konduruyor, baldırlarımı okşuyordu. Birdenbire beni önünde eğerek domalttı ve kocaman elleriyle kalçalarımdan tutarak vücudumu yönlendirmeye başladı. Arkama giriş çıkış hızını iyice arttırarak kısa bir süre sonra içime tekrar boşaldı. aletini arkamdan çekerek temizledi ve hemen ardından toplandı. Beni de kendi elleriyle giydirdi. Yalnızca, sütyenimi montumun cebine koyarak, memelerimi boğazlı kazağımın içinde serbest bıraktı. Bunun sebebini ilk önce anlayamadıysam da inşaattan çıktıktan sonra bunu gayet iyi anladım. İnşaattan, girdikten 15-20 dak. kadar sonra ayrıldık. Birbirimizden ayrılana dek yol boyunca, elleriyle boğazlı kazağımın içinden memelerimi okşadı. Sarmaş dolaş yürürken tahrik olduğum bir diğer nokta da, yürürken sağa sola doğru salınan kalçalarımın dudaklarının erkeğimin sıvısının etkisiyle birbiri üzerinde sürtünmesiydi. Artık kendimi tam bir dişi gibi hissediyordum. Ayrılırken birbirimize telefonlarımızı verdik ve uzun, ateşli bir öpüşmenin ardından ayrıldık. Evime mutlu bir şekilde giderken, o anları tekrar yaşıyordum. taksiye binerek yola koyuldum. Henüz otoparktan çıkmaktaydım ki bizi izleyen sevgililerden kız olanı otostop çekerken gördüm. Yanında durduğumda, Beylikdüzü` ne gitmek istediğini söyleyince onu taksiye aldım. Adı Nesrin` miş. Bir süre sohbet ettik. Beni sevişirken izlediğini ve beni çok beğendiğini, benimle arkadaş olmak istediğini söyledi. Onu indireceğim yere geldiğimizde, benden telefon numaramı istedi. Ben de onun telefonunu almak kaydıyla isteğini kabul ettim. Nesrin` i indireceğim yere kadar çok samimi sohbetler yaptık. Sanıyorum bu arkadaşlık burada kalmayacaktı. Nitekim haklı çıktım. Nesrin daha ilk tanışmamızın akşamında beni yemeğe davet etti. Tabii ki bu teklifini zevkle kabul ettim. O gece Nesrin ile birlikte yaşadıklarımızı da en yakın zamanda göndereceğim. Meltem`den Sevgiler… ..

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Warning: Foot worship and Ticklegasm

Tess and Jon chatted through dinner, laughing together often. She complained about an irritating professor with strict policies regarding certain tests they had to take. Jon commiserated with her politely, but she could tell he didn’t really understand. Not wanting to bore him with nursing school drama, Tess changed the subject to the concert they’d just seen. Their fourth date was passing like a flash of lightening, and she didn’t want it to end.

After sharing dessert, Jon drove them back to her house and she invited him inside. Unfortunately, her parents and brother were home. After a brief introduction, they headed down to the basement. She went to the Amazon Prime app and started scrolling through movies. Although they’d both seen it a few times, they settled on Princess Bride since it was one they both enjoyed quoting.

Tess sat beside him on the couch and her pleated skirt hiked up a little. The motion exposed the top of one of the shear nylons gripping her thighs. His eyes flicked down and bulged slightly. A narrow strip of her sun-kissed skin was visible between her skirt and stockings.

Giggling nervously, she crossed her legs. His gaze leapt immediately back to her face, and she noticed his skin go a little pink around the ears. She smiled. Tess knew how difficult it must have been for him to maintain eye contact when he could almost see her underwear. It was commendable.

He returned her grin, and her stomach did a small flip. She pressed her shoulder into his and he draped his arm around her. Warmth washed through her as she turned to watch the movie.

They sat comfortably for nearly an hour before they changed position. Jon rested his hands in his lap as Tess crossed her legs the other way. This time, she noticed his eyes following a different part of her body: her foot. He looked back to the movie at once, but that prolonged glance sparked her curiosity.

She wriggled her toes, furtively loosening her high heel so it slid off her foot a little. Jon continued facing the tv, but his gaze strayed to her nyloned foot. He watched it out of the corner of his eye until her shoe was dangling haphazardly from her toes.

Nothing happened. He didn’t make a move toward it. Tess sighed and turned her attention back to the movie.

A few minutes went by before she suddenly felt something poke her sole. She moved instinctually, pulling her foot away and letting out a squeak. Her high heel fell to the floor as she looked at him in surprise.

Jon grinned. “Oh sorry. Are you ticklish?”

“You just… surprised me is all,” she replied. Regret flowed through her. Why did I pull away, she thought, annoyed with herself. He finally did what I was hoping for, and I pull away. I’m such an idiot, she scolded inwardly.

Tickling was a bit taboo to her. She’d had a sheltered childhood with very few playdates or sleepovers. One she remembered was with a girl from school. They’d stayed up late drawing pictures on each other’s backs with their fingers, trying to guess the image. It was innocent fun. But their giggles had drawn the attention of her mother.

When she saw Tess with her shirt pulled up to expose her back, she lost her temper. You would have thought the two of them had been kissing. She made her friend sleep on the couch and Tess had never been allowed to have anyone stay the night again. And sleeping over at someone else’s house had been completely out of the question.

Since then, tickling had become mysterious and alluring. It was intertwined with sex in her mind. The thought of it even aroused her sometimes.

She hoped her parents would relax a little after she graduated, but they were just as bad once she started nursing school. Last semester during finals, she’d accidentally fallen asleep at her friend’s dorm while studying. Her mother showed up and started shouting up and down the halls for her.

Her mom woke up so many people that Tess’s friend got in trouble with the Residence Assistant. She had to go on housing probation, and Tess wasn’t allowed back at the dorm. It was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her. She looked forward to the day she could afford her own place and wouldn’t have to live under her mother’s strict “roof rules” as she called them.

This was only the second time Tess had ever brought a date home. And it was the first time she’d considered exploring this particular interest with anyone. Jon just made her feel comfortable. She snuggled closer to him, bringing her foot into his line of sight. She even took to shaking it in time with the background music.

He didn’t glance at it again, and Tess felt crestfallen. Perhaps she’d been imagining things. Maybe he hadn’t been admiring her foot at all.

Wishful thinking, she thought with a quiet sigh. There was one last thing she could try, but she didn’t know if she could manage it without being obvious.

Tess lifted her arms up and stretched dramatically. The motion drew his gaze. She watched him as her sleeveless top exposed Hüseyingazi Escort smooth, bare armpits. He swallowed, eyes widening. They lingered on her underarms until she slipped off her remaining shoe, dropping it to the floor. Then she sprawled out across the couch and rested her feet in his lap.

He looked at her for a long moment before saying anything.

“Comfortable?” he finally asked.

She shot him an innocent smile. “Definitely.”

“Good.” Jon rested one of his thick hands on the side of her foot. But he didn’t start rubbing or tickling it as she hoped. He just chuckled and looked back at the movie.

After a few minutes, Tess started rubbing her feet together ever so slowly. He didn’t seem to notice, so she moved them a bit quicker. The nylon material made a soft sweeping sound as she rubbed her feet together.

He cleared his throat, but he didn’t say anything. That’s when she felt something poke the side of her foot. She inspected the rigidity with her toes, and a thrill ran through her when she realized what it was. Then she froze.

Jon cleared his throat again and muttered, “You better be careful there, Tess.”

She licked her lips. “I have no idea what you mean,” she replied innocently. Though her feet had stopped moving, he was still growing harder.

“Uh-huh,” Jon said, sounding unconvinced. He seemed to know exactly what she was doing. She turned back to the movie, face going pink, but Tess could still feel his eyes on her. She twitched her feet again, wanting to keep his interest peeked.

A few minutes later, the basement door opened at the top of the steps.

“We are heading to bed,” her mother called down. “You two doing alright?”

Tess was still lounging on the couch with her feet in Jon’s lap. Luckily, her mom didn’t come into the basement.

“Yes,” Tess shouted back.

“How much of your movie is left?”

“About thirty minutes!”

The was a prolonged pause before her mother responded. “Alright then. Goodnight!”

“Goodnight!” they both called back in unison.

The door closed and she rolled to face him. It was getting late. If she wanted something to happen, she’d better get it started now while she had the chance. She ground her teeth, searching within for the nerve to say something. Anything.

“I uhhm… I liked when you touched my foot before,” she blurted out. Her face warmed, and it seemed to take ages for him to respond.

“Oh?” he said without any inflection she could read.

Is he disgusted? She wondered. Intrigued? Or perhaps aroused? Speak, man! Tess’s mind screamed from within.

Finally, he spoke. “Would you like me to massage them?”

“Please, feel free,” she said enthusiastically. “I’d love that.”

“Me… me too.” He set one large hand on the top of her foot and wrapped his fingers around it. Warmth enveloped her chilly foot. He started to massage her arch and she inhaled in pleasure. His other hand joined in, pressing into the ball of her foot and rubbing.

“Mmmm. That feels good.”

He applied more pressure and the nylons let his fingers glide around easily. Her toes spread out in bliss, stretching out the nude fabric between them as far as it would go. He moved up to caress them in his strong fingers. Her toes wriggled enthusiastically as he focused on each stem one at a time. She moaned happily while he worked, sinking into the plush couch.

After thoroughly massaging her toes, he switched his hand placement and kneaded her heel. He pressed into the middle with his thumbs them moved them outward in opposite directions. It felt better than she ever imagined, especially after walking across campus several times that day. She was glad that she’d showered, and her feet still smelled fresh.

“Damn. How’d you get to be so good at giving massages?” she asked as he moved on to her other foot. The new warmth seemed to make her leg melt. “Ohhhh yeeees.”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Mmmmm-hmmmm, I do,” she countered.

“Mostly I practiced on myself from watching… watching videos…” he trailed off. “Then I’d just figure out what felt good.”

“Well you definitely got it down. You’re fantastic.”

“Why thank you.” Jon grinned, keeping his eyes fixed on her feet. He almost seemed transfixed as he squeezed her tender foot from top to bottom.

Tess leaned back and closed her eyes, letting the pleasure wash over her. That’s when his touch became suddenly softer. Instead of applying pressure, the tip of his finger was sweeping across her sole. It barely grazed the silky fabric encasing her foot.

“Ohhh huhuh,” she chuckled, eyes springing open. She sat up to watch him, but she was careful not to pull away this time. The hunger in his grin made desire stir inside her. It was something she’d rarely felt before.

On the next pass across her sole, he added his other fingers. They were surprisingly delicate for how thick they were.

“Huh-huh-huh Ohhh huh-huh. Ohhhh hooo myyyy.”

He zipped over her sole faster. His Hüseyingazi Escort Bayan fingertips slid along the arch then up onto the ball of her foot. There they began to tap rapidly.

“Huh-huh-huh-ha! That tickles,” she said biting her lip.

Jon paused and looked over at her. “Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no. It…it feels good too.” She buried her face in embarrassment, but then she peeked between her fingers to check his reaction.

His hungry smile broadened, and he turned back to her foot. He brushed her sole with a gentle caress, sending goosebumps up her leg. Then he started tickling it with both hands. She twiddled her toes and tried not to yank her foot back. It tickled so much, but it was sending delightful thrills throughout her body. Tess could even feel her pussy starting to moisten as he tickled all over her left foot.

After that, he moved onto the right one. She giggled and stayed in place, unable to stop staring at his dancing fingers. They trailed upward onto her ankle, then leapt behind her knee. She squeaked as he pressed into the warm crevasse and skimmed his short nails back and forth.

Tess laughed breathily, her leg quivering despite her best effort to keep it steady. So he held it in place with one hand as he tickled ever so slowly with the other, getting higher and higher. Then his fingers disappeared beneath her skirt. Her heart fluttered. She could still feel them inching up her thigh, exploring every curve. Then he switched to the other one.

“My God huh-huh that feels good,” she whispered to him.

Jon twiddled his fingers more quickly, making her laugh harder. When he reached the strip of flesh between her stocking and panties, her leg shook in his grip. He felt along it adroitly as if eager to touch every centimeter of her supple skin. Then he switched back to her right thigh. She did her best to keep her legs apart, giving him room to caress.

His fingers crept into the top of her thigh-high stocking and excitement buzzed through her. But he paused and looked at her again. Tess really didn’t want him to stop. Unfortunately, she was too breathless to speak. She nodded quickly and he took hold of her stocking.

Although she was extremely worried that her parents might come downstairs, something inside was urging her to let him keep going. She couldn’t help it. It was a need unlike anything she’d ever felt. A growing desire only he could fulfill. She wanted to rip off all his clothes and climb atop him, but she suppressed that particular urge.

Tess was still a virgin, and she wanted to stay that way until she was engaged. So she would try to behave like a lady. At least, as long as she could. But Jon was making her wetter than she’d ever been before. She’d had a few orgasms in the past, and she felt that same welling of energy between her legs.

The slinky fabric tickled as he pulled her stocking down her thigh. He paused to swirl his pointer finger in the hollow under her knee. She twittered in laughter, and he continued to pull the nylon over her tensed calf muscle. After he passed her ankle, he began working the shear stocking off her foot with deliberate slowness. She held her breath as he teased her with pokes and soft scratches. Then he dropped the nylon to the floor in a little tan heap.

Once her foot was released, Tess stretched out her lengthy toes. He looked at them with longing in his eyes, and she wiggled them tauntingly, the glittery blue polish catching the overhead light. He took hold of her ankle and lifted her foot higher. Considering the look on his face, it seemed as if he were about to place it on a pedestal. Instead, he pressed his lips to the tip of her big toe.

Jon’s warm kiss sent chills up her leg. She let out a moan and he lifted an eyebrow at her.

“You like that?” he questioned, the excitement plain on his face.

She nodded eagerly and he took her toe into his mouth. Gasping at how good the heated wetness felt, she leaned back and gave him full control. He spread his lips and took the next two toes into his mouth as well.

It felt so good she wanted to scream. But she knew she couldn’t. Perhaps her parents and brother had fallen asleep by now. But either way, she needed to make sure and stay quiet. She didn’t want to wake them and end this experience when she was only just discovering how much she enjoyed it.

“Ohhh huh-huh-huh, yeeeeessss,” Tess uttered quietly. She tried her best to keep her toes still as he dragged his wet tongue across them. He moaned into her foot, making it vibrate. More goosebumps appeared and he traced them along her calf. The tiny bumps continued up her leg and he pursued them with deft fingers. His hand slipped back under her skirt.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she repeated, trying to keep her legs apart as he brushed along her inner thigh. Then he snuck over to the other and used his broad fingernails to sweep up and down it. Pops of color clouded her vision, forcing her head back in pleasure.

Although she burned Escort Hüseyingazi for him to slip her panties to the side or even touch her through them, she was glad he didn’t. She wouldn’t stop him right now, but she’d told him about wanting to remain pure for the man she planned to marry. Tess was glad at least one of them was respectful of her wishes. He was a true gentleman.

Ecstasy filled her as his fingertips grazed her sole and thigh in tandem. At the same time, his lips devoured her twitching toes. Jon’s fingers on her sole moved faster and faster until they were skittering like mad all over her right foot. His other hand trailed out of her skirt and back down her leg.

Tess was slightly disappointed. She swelled with desperation for him, and she could feel how stiff he’d grown. She knew he must want her as badly as she wanted him. Couldn’t he try and push her boundaries just a little? She wanted more.

A second later, Jon grasped her ankle in his strong hand. Excitement rushed through her as his teeth brushed the pads of her toes. She yelped and her foot began to quiver. Instead of stopping, he nibbled up and down her middle toe. A long peel of laughter rang from her before she managed to stifle it in her inner-elbow.

He stopped briefly and whispered, “Shhh, you better be quiet. You don’t want to get us caught.” Then he tightened his grip on her ankle and went back to licking and nibbling her toes. At the same time, he tickled her sole even quicker.

Tess buried her squeaking laughter as he destroyed her ticklish foot one toe at a time. She was panting and breathless when he tucked her right ankle under his arm and trapped it. He continued to tickle with one hand while the other found her left foot and began to scribble. A fresh thrill shot up her leg and straight to her pussy, making her throb a couple times.

It shocked her how much this was turning her on. Longing for more, she hardly noticed when the movie’s credit roll ended. It went back to Amazon Prime’s home screen and displayed an ad for the next Magic Mike installment. It featured a muscular man covered in oil which sent her thoughts into overdrive.

She closed her eyes and images flashed through her mind. A sweaty, shirtless Jon was overpowering her on the couch. He grabbed her arms, forcing them over her head and restraining them there. She imagined him tearing open her shirt and bra then kissing her breasts passionately. He sucked one of her nipples while gently twisting the other. Her fictitious self protested weakly when he tickled her armpits and breasts.

Suddenly, the real Tess felt a new sensation on the arch of her nyloned foot. It wasn’t in her daydream but was extremely real and extremely ticklish. The fantasy in her mind shattered. Her eyes sprang open as the sensation slid up to the ball of her foot. The thing was much smaller and sharper than Jon’s fingernail.

“Ohhh hoho dear God!” she cried. Then she clasped her hand over her mouth to keep in her laughter. It tickled like hell, but somehow it felt incredibly good at the same time. It drove her completely wild, but he had her well-trapped now. There wasn’t much she could do to stop him without getting herself into trouble too.

“Whaaa huh-huh-ut is that thing?” she asked quietly between giggles.

His only response was to drag whatever it was back down her sole. Then he circled her heel over and over. Tess’s foot shook instinctually, but that just made whatever it was scratch even faster. She tried unsuccessfully to still her foot. That’s when she felt another pointy object on her opposite sole. Without the stocking, it didn’t glide as easily, but it still tickled like crazy.

“Ohhhh! What! Haha,” Tess muttered through her pressed fingers. “What are you doing? That tickles soooo bad! Haha! What are the-ey-ey-ey?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“N-n-nooo hohoho. Haha!”

“Why not,” he asked, shooting her a sly smile. “Do you like it? Do you like when I tickle you, my sweet sexy Tessy.”

She bit her lip in embarrassment, then nodded. She knew her face had to be bright red.

“Then you better say it, just so I know for sure I should keep going.”

“Haha! I like haha… I like it.”

“Like what?” he persisted playfully.

“I like when you tickle me,” she admitted sheepishly.

“That’s good. That’s very good.”

“As long as you don’t use it against me.” Tess poked him in the side playfully.

There was a sudden creek from the floor above, and both of them froze immediately. They looked at each other, then up at the ceiling. The pair of them waited silently, sweating in fear for a solid thirty seconds. Luckily, there weren’t any other noises. Jon grinned then set his hands back into motion, tickling her senseless.

He made the two things spiral faster over both of her sensitive soles at once. Waves of pleasure and ticklishness rolled through her, and she loved every moment of it. She longed to see what he was doing to her that felt so good and so unbelievably tickly. The only thing she wanted more was to feel his hands and hot mouth all over her body.

Eventually, she was so overwhelmed that she had to give in to either her curiosity or her desire for him. So she sat up to watch what he was doing. Tess was surprised to see a pen in each of his rotating hands. He was making the pair of pens dance up and down her soles.

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“Stop worrying, you worked really hard to get this promotion, I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”

“That’s easy for you to say.”

Veronica flinched slightly, it wasn’t like Carla to snap but she couldn’t really blame her. After months of working her way into her boss’s good graces her girlfriend had finally earned the promotion she had been so hoping for. Even though they’d been dating for over a year now Veronica still wasn’t a hundred percent sure what exactly Envision Incorporated did, or what Carla’s new position meant but she knew promotions were a big deal regardless of company.

“This isn’t like you getting promoted to store manager.” Carla sighed, “Joining the Internal Investigation Team is a huge deal. I’ll be privy to company secrets, personal files, everything, it’s basically as high as somebody in management can go.”

One more, Veronica was awed by her girlfriends intelligence. She spent her time selling shoes in a little shop at the mall. It made her feel oddly immature when Carla started talking about her important corporate job at parties and she couldn’t even understand what she was talking about. She thanked her lucky stars somebody as amazing as Carla ever took notice of her. She was so driven and intelligent and Veronica was so…Veronica.

“You’re amazing.” Carla insisted, hopping off their bed and grabbing hold of Carla’s hands to stop her pacing. “I believe in you, I wish you would believe in yourself.”

“I do.” Carla sighed, “I wish I could benign you with me, my own little cheerleader.”

She pinched Veronica’s cheeks with a grin.

“You’re like a little ray of sunshine if only I could put you in my pocket…” She trailed off for a moment, looking into the distance.

For a second Veronica thought there was something behind her but when she glazed over her shoulder there was nothing but a blank apartment wall.

“Are you okay?”

“Better than okay.” Carla grinned, blue eyes sparkling, “I just had an amazing idea. I will bring you to work with me today!”

“Is that allowed?” Veronica asked, a little confused, “I thought you said there were all sorts of secrets.”

“There are but you won’t understand any of it.” Carla waved a hand flippantly, “No offence dear, but you struggle to follow most conversations. I doubt government techno babble will make much sense to you.”

“Techno-what?”

“Exactly.”

Carla was fishing around in her bag and pulled out a phone Veronica had never seen. It was black and sleek with a blue neon light at the end and a screen layout that looked far too confusing to use.

“This is a new project my company has been working on.” Carla explained slowly, “It’s going to be used for spy missions in the future and other intel gathering missions.”

“Oh okay.” Carla nodded, adopting the blank, agreeable look she always did when Carla spoke about work.

“I’ll use this to turn you into my uniform, then you can be there all day!”

Wait, what? Veronica was sure she’d misunderstood; it wouldn’t be the first time.

“You’ll…turn me into clothes?” She questioned, blushing profusely.

She expected Carla to sigh and then explain slowly and simply what she actually meant and then everything would make sense. Instead she simply smiled and nodded. She was serious?

“B-but how?” She gaped.

“Using this app.” Carla pointed to a little glowing icon on the fancy phone. “Using a series of specialised quantum algorithms the system is designed to seamlessly integrate with various data sources in order to transform matter-“

Veronica’s mind began to fade in and out, all those words washed over her going in one ear and out the other. Carla continued to explain exactly how the device worked but outside of the occasional term such as ‘infrared’ or ‘radio waves’ Veronica was totally lost. Carla knew too much information overwhelmed her but she must have gotten so excited about the prospect she forgot.

“So what do you say?”

Carla was looking at her so expectantly and Veronica felt guilty. She didn’t really want to be turned into a set of clothes but she also didn’t want Carla to be mad at her.

“I don’t know…”

“Oh please? It’ll be fun.” Carla insisted, stepping closer, “Come on, Veronica, do it for me?”

She dropped her voice an octave; the way that made Veronica shiver. All futa’s had that effect on her; perhaps it was the extra testosterone they had but she had always struggled to say no to them, especially Carla. Her girlfriend’s hand came to rest atop her head, digging into her short brown hair hard enough to twinge slightly; the way Carla knew turned her on. Veronica squirmed a little, trying not to blush as warmth bloomed between her legs.

The idea of being made into a literal object though was so…embarrassing. There was objectification and then…well whatever came after that, this was it. The idea that she couldn’t move on her own, being totally helpless as Carla did with her what she wanted…it was a little hot sure but just thinking about it made her cheeks Gülveren Escort red with shame.

“Do it for me?” Carla asked again, standing close enough that their lips brushed.

“…Okay.” Veronica whimpered, her brain was turning to mush with Carla standing so close and acting so dominant, she could feel the bulge in the front of her pants pressing against her own mound.

“I knew you’d come through for me!” Carla beamed, rewarding her with a deep kiss that left Veronica feeling lightheaded and shaky on her feet.

“W-what do I have to do?” She asked shakily, heart pounding with nerves. “To make it work?”

“Just go to bed and lie down with me.” Carla told her, already busy tapping away at the phone, “I’ll just get the program set up.”

Veronica licked her lips, laying down feeling anxious but also a little excited. What would it be like to be worn by Carla? She would be close in a way she’d never thought was possible. The idea turned her on a little if she was honest though that may have been because of the kiss. Carla walked over and pointed the little neon light over her body as a bright light shot out, scanning her form before beeping a few times.

“Yes! This is going to work!” Carla smiled, “Thank you so much, you’re a doll.”

Veronica flushed with pleasure, she loved getting compliments for her girlfriend so much. She thought such strong reactions would wear off over time but it never had, perhaps that futa pheromone at work.

“Ready?”

Carla stripped off and laid down beside her, grinning ear to ear and Veronica nodded nervously. Her girlfriend reached over to place the phone on the bedside table next to her and pressed a button, that same bright light shot out and Veronica felt a strange tingle pass through her skin as all the hairs on her arm stood on end. She looked over to Carla for support and comfort and noticed she was hard. Veronica didn’t have time to question it or why her girlfriend would find the idea of her being turned into clothes sexy because the moment she laid eyes on it a high pitched whine filled the air and she winced, her squeezing closed in shock.

When she opened them her vision was blurred, that same blue light was everywhere and she felt lightheaded. The world began to shift and warp in strange ways and her body along with it. She closed her eyes again, trying to hold back her nausea only to find she couldn’t open them again. Her eyes seemed to be moving, her hair and head changing into a totally different shape to her chest, torso and legs.

It was so strange; she could feel herself becoming weightless; one with the blue light as her body was transformed atom by atom into fabric, leather and metal. The process was not painful, but it was odd; she felt her body parts being split up amongst different shapes; different bits of clothing she assumed.

She was still amorphous, nothing but light and floating threads when she felt the warm skin pass through her. Fingers brushed inside her form and if she could have, Veronica would have blushed. She could feel every inch of Carla’s long fingers wafting through her incorporeal form. It was like having her inside her only somehow even more intimate. She felt drawn to the warmth that was her skin and suddenly a part of her felt solid. The part that had once been her arms turned solid once more, stiff yet soft fabric moulding to the contours of Carla’s arm, snaking along her back to form another sleeve as her top half became a jacket. What had once been her breasts now hugged Carla’s own and in a strange way, it almost felt as though they had become one. As her fabric came to rest against her chest she could feel Carla’s heart beating against her skin. The fabric there turned softer, something hard and metal came to cup at her breasts and Veronica realised she was in multiple layers at once. She could feel herself separating out, becoming a bra and blouse to fit snugly beneath the jacket.

As the new layers formed she could feel her consciousness splitting and she realised if she was to focus she could concentrate on any part; the cuff of her sleeve for example or more interestingly, the middle of her bra; Where her nipples were currently hard and pressing into the soft cups. She desperately wished she could keep her focus therefore now but with all the other sensations rushing through her rapidly changing form she couldn’t manage.

That dizzy feeling increased as what used to be her head turned even more rigid than the fabric. She felt herself forming into a cap to fit snugly on top of Carla’s head and through some mental fortitude, forced her vision to reappear. The stiff cap blocked much of her vision so she focused it downwards where she could finally see what was going on.

Carla was breathing heavily and Veronica felt somewhat self conscious watching her chest rise and fall. With each rise the material that made up her clothes moved with her and Veronica could feel it. It was hard to comprehend that those clothes were her, it was her down there Escort Gülveren being worn by Carla. Not only that but the mass of strange fabric and light was her as well, slowly slipping down to form a pair of panties and a tight skirt.

If she could, she would have gasped. She was familiar with Carla of course, she thought she knew her pussy and cock well but being formed into panties around them was a whole new dimension. She could feel every inch of that hard length as her pantie form tried its best to contain her and she could feel the subtle dampness of her pussy growing each second that passed. As the panties tightened and finished forming Carla gasped, her cock twitched and Veronica could feel the subtle movement in such detail it nearly made her white out from the sheer intensity.

She could feel Carla’s shapely ass crushing down on her skirt and pantie form, crushing her into the mattress. As well as her smooth thighs and long legs. She wiggled her toes as Veronica’s own feet became a pair of sensible boots. Veronica had never given much thought to feet but now that she could feel those toes rubbing up against her leather lining she realised she would be thinking about them a lot more from now on.

Carla took one final deep breath and the last of the blue light dissipated, leaving Veronica totally transformed. She felt overwhelmed, almost every part of her new surface was touching part of Carla, from the blonde hair tickling the inside of Veronica’s hate form to her toes way down in those boots. Veronica couldn’t help but feel overstimulated and a little embarrassed. She was glad she couldn’t blush anymore or she would almost certainly be beet red by now.

“Wow, you fit perfectly.” Carla said quietly, wiggling a little back and forth on the bed.

The simple movement made Veronica feel as though she were short circuiting. Carla’s ass crushed her further into the mattress, her shoulders pressed back into the pillows and with each roll her softening cock shifted slightly inside her panties. There was too much to focus on, her mind shifted from item to item, forcing the others to the back of her consciousness only for some movement to force her back again.

“How do you feel?”

‘Uhhh….uhhhhh.’

“I can hear you, you know.” Carla teased, “You should like you’re having a conniption.”

Maybe she was, that would depend, what was a conniption? She did her best to relax, focus on being a hat as that was the least…stimulating. Carla was softening at least which helped immensely. Her emotions were all over the place and she desperately wished she could take a moment to take a few deep breaths to calm herself; but clothes don’t need to breathe. Instead she focused on Carla’s breathing; the feeling of her warm skin against her bra and blouse. This was a mistake as her focus immediately went to her breasts. Those beautiful, double d breasts that she loved to motorboat so much, even if it was a little embarrassing.

She could feel every inch of them now as her bra form hugged the skin, even the gentle curve of her spine thanks to the backwire. Her focus shifted there and her vision went dark in the gloom under her clothes. She couldn’t see them but she could feel those nipples, still stiff against her.

She wasn’t panicked or shocked anymore but she was aroused and once again she was thankful there were no physical signs of it to let Carla know. This was embarrassing enough, if Carla knew she was getting turned on just by touching her body the humiliation levels may well have turned fatal.

Carla sat up, further crushing her panties and skirt into the mattress and temporarily making Veronica’s focus pull again before she managed to get a hold of herself as Carla stood. She moved to the mirror so they could both see.

She really did look exactly like Carla’s uniform, were she not experiencing it right now Veronica would never believe anything was different to normal. She was made up of a green jacket, skirt and hat over a white blouse and underwear. That tight sensation that had been emanating from what used to be her stomach turned out to be a stiff leather belt with a metal buckle, similar in style and make to the boots.

Carla grabbed hold of her lapels and straightened them; it felt just like when she grabbed hold of the front of Veronica’s shirt and pulled her in for a kiss.

“Not too shabby.”

‘We do look nice together.’

Veronica couldn’t believe that crisp, beautiful uniform was her. Not a stitch out of place; for the first time in her life she was perfect. Just like Carla.

“As usual, we’ll just have to be careful.”

‘Careful? What do you mean?’

“Well, because of the way the matter reconstitution works, your atoms are slightly unstable.”

‘Oh of course.’

Carla laughed.

“To put it simply, we have to make sure you don’t get damaged. Stained, wet, all of that is fine but no rips or tears.”

“Why, what happens if I get a tear?”

‘You’re stuck like this. AT least for the Gülveren Escort foreseeable future until the tech improves.”

‘WHAT?!’

Veronica could not believe her girlfriend wouldn’t mention that before now! She felt tricked but that couldn’t be right, Carla would never deliberately deceive her, she must have just forgotten. She was nervous about her first day after all; that had to be it.

‘I’m not sure about this.’

“I’ll be careful, don’t you trust me?”

‘Well….yes of course but this is very risky isn’t it?’

“No, It will be fine, besides you’re making me so happy right now Veronica, you have no idea. It’s like having you hug me all the time.”

Oh, she liked that idea. And in a way she was, she was surrounding her on all sides, wrapped around almost every part of her. And it did feel nice. Carla was right too, they did look good together. There was something oddly gratifying about looking at their reflection. Seeing how professional but also sexy she made her girlfriend look. Her blouse and jacket were long sleeved and high necked but Veronica was hugging her curves in the most flattering way, to show off her breasts and house glass figure without being overt about it.

The pencil skirt was also form fitting; as Carla turned to face her back toward the mirror she could see the curve of her ass and felt a thrill go through her. Everybody else could admire her shapely ass if they wanted to, but only she was privy to just how round and defined it was. Her panties hugged her peach shaped curve and she could feel her damp pussy and cock snuggly against her inner lining. She wished she could shiver to release some of the energy building; she could feel that pussy against what used to be her own. The inner lining of the panties were made from her own folds and it was almost like brushing them together for sex.

In essence, she was constantly feeling up her girlfriend; and soon she would be doing that in public, right in front of her new boss and colleagues. Veronica had never been interested in public sex or voyeurism but now she was slowly starting to see the appeal.

She once again marvelled at Carla’s single minded nature; if their positions were reversed Veronica would have been a mess right now. Turned on by the idea of her girlfriend wearing her so much that she would just have to masturbate. Once the thought had occurred Veronica realised that, in a way, she was. The clothes were made of her body and now her pussy was caressing not just Carla’s own but her cock as well. Fuck.

“You okay? You’ve gone quiet.”

‘…Fine.’

Veronica knew her voice was strained, she just had to hope that Carla thought it was due to nerves and not arousal. If Carla noticed she didn’t say anything, she was too busy twisting and turning in front of the mirror, admiring her own reflection.

“Well, we’d better get going!” She grinned finally, “Can’t be late!”

~

Envision Incorporated was a huge building, made of bright silver beams and green glass. All Veronica had been able to gleam about them from Carla was that they were a government organisation where tech innovations were created and improved. Ever since futas were first born and men slowly became rarer, technology around transformation and genetics were their specialty. At first it had been in an effort to return to the world of men and women but after a few generations of women and futas people had learned to accept it and that technology was now being used in all sorts of new ways; that little phone Carla had used was apparently one of them.

Veronica had only ever seen the outside of the building when occasionally swinging past to drop off a gift or lunch while Carla was working, she’d never been let past the security guard at the front door; so she couldn’t help but feel slightly naught as Carla strode confidently past with her in tow. She wished she could stick her tongue out but she had to make due with her skirt hem rippling in the breeze slightly.

Inside the main atrium was a surprisingly boring looking reception. Oh it was sleek and modern but what office building wasn’t these days and Veronica felt slightly disappointed. At least until they got to the elevator; it was huge and mirrored on every wall allowing Veronica, with her ability to shift her vision in 360 degrees, to see every inch of herself from any angle. Carla swiped her security card and clicked one of the levels and took a deep breath; Veronica could feel her heart pounding in her chest, sending little vibrations across the skin of her breast.

Carla fidgeted on the spot, rubbing her legs together and forcing Veronica’s focus down to where her pussy and dick were rubbing against her inner lining even more. She wanted to ask Carla to stop but couldn’t make the words cum; fortunately as clothing she couldn’t either or she’d certainly be close.

“I’m so nervous.” Carla whispered, though she didn’t sound it, if anything she sounded eager and excited. “Cindy is in charge of this department, she’s a dream, Veronica you have no idea. She’s everything I want to be one day.”

‘What do you mean?’

“In charge, confident, cool…sexy.” Veronica felt wetness seeping from her girlfriends pussy into her panties at that last word. “She’s just so cool and I still can’t believe she picked me to join her team.”

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Chapter 4 Ever The Rising Tide

It was my third day taking care of her or more accurately driving her to near sexual insanity when I woke in the morning with a start. I was laying spread eagle in bed again sheets barely covering my naked body and my typical morning hard on was like a rock. My dreams were continually filled with the gorgeous woman only a few feet away behind our separating bars.

My reason for being startled was the glowing dark orange glow of another woman’s hair sitting on one of the couches in my front room. I sat up in a half awake daze trying to pull my mind from the realm of dreams. My mind drifted back to the sex goddess in my care, mounting her from behind and then plunging myself between her curved hips and into her warm wet hole. The briefest memory made me want to lunge through the bars to find her explore her and let her explore me as violently as as she wanted. I shook my head again trying to clear the mental haze and my raging sexual desires. Fuck, I thought, at this point it might be hard to determine which of us is currently in better control.

Pre-cum slowly welled up at the tip of my penis and I finally sat up trying to figure out who the hell sneaked into the holding cell. At that moment the orange hair of the new visitor changed from a dark orange to a vivid shimmering orange and then it clicked in my mind as the lights were turned up.

Lady Careella was sitting there legs crossed and elegant as always watching me. “Well well you are the last to wake up. I do hope you slept well.” There was the slightest touch of a mocking tone mixed with good humor, maybe even a hint of desire as well.

I nearly grabbed my blankets as it occurred to me I was stark naked, hard and dripping right in front of my boss. Oh well, not like I’ll be hiding anything at this point I thought, so instead asked “last to wake?”

Lady Careella nodded at the bars. I’d been mentally involved with waking up and trying to register my bosses presence and I’d failed to look next to me. I looked and there was the woman from my dreams standing at the bars not even bothering to look at Lady Careella but entirely focused on me with incredible intensity mixed with heat in her eyes. At some point she’d changed into a long silky night robe that both clung to her in various areas and draped over others. Everything about her was stunning including her giant dick jutting out from between the front folds of her robe.

My boss looked back to me with her glowing orange hair and I was impressed. The color calmed and returned almost to normal. I could tell I was turning her on but she was good at controlling herself. At times it appeared her emotions wavered with her hair being the only giveaway.

“I have no idea how you managed to take one of our own and compress nearly a month into three days.”

I looked at her confused while getting out of bed and going over to the couch adjacent to hers. I figured if she had a problem with my nudity she’d have let me know by now so I didn’t bother with clothing but merely sat down on the couch my penis still hard and jutting straight out. If anything it seemed to me she wasn’t complaining in the least. Now I had two women turning me on and my pre-cum slowly kept on flowing. It was getting pretty sticky and normally I’d have cleaned up but I knew this was giving my boss a high as well so why not leave things as they were.

“What do you mean turning a month into three days?” I asked.

Lady Careella looked back to the cell and the woman focused only on me. “Being around a human on a continual basis cause the Denufari in this situation to have constantly escalating emotions. Normally as the days progress our emotions will build up over the space of about month on average, some a bit faster while others slower.”

She turned her attention back to me. “Currently the Denufari in your care is already almost at her very peak and to be frank is so turned on and wild that I wonder if she even knows I’m here. How in the world did you manage that!”

I jumped slightly when the Denufari spoke from the bars. “This human seems to be a master of knowing how arouse me and continues to enjoy pushing the limits.”

Lady Careella looked back Demirlibahçe Escort at her somewhat surprised. “I’m frankly shocked you’re even able to speak coherently right now. Your ability to still maintain a thread of control in your state indicates you will do well working among humans once you find your balance.” She looked back and forth at the two of us. “On the other hand would either of you care to tell me the secret that’s caused such a rapid progression?”

Again before I could speak the Denufari behind the bars answered. “This human came on my chest the first day then figured out how to safely enter my cell and mount me, enter me and cum inside me.” As she spoke her gaze never wavered from mine. I couldn’t help but think she was trying to continually figure out how to get to me.

Lady Careella sounded shocked “you entered her cell! That was extremely dangerous and how did you manage to not be severely injured!”

I shrugged slightly. “I want to assure you I took precautions and I try to always plan carefully.”

To our surprise the Denufari behind bars managed a sharp laugh and I assumed it was the best show of humor she could manage in the midst of her raging passions. She managed to look away from me to Lady Careella then proceeded to give her an extremely detailed description of all our activities. I sat there stark naked not knowing how to react. My body experienced a confusion of emotions ranging from embarrassment to random bouts of arousal at the whole situation.

I finally relaxed when I saw the signs that Lady Careella was fully enjoying every last lurid detail of the narrative. Despite her hair glowing like hot coals she would also shift her position every now and then with an uncomfortable look crossing her face. I remembered she always had a pair of black leggings on under her sleek business skirts and after watching her shift subtly every now and then for comfort I put the two pieces together. Those leggings were for hiding her arousal when she got hard!

I leaned back maintaining a neutral look on my face but inwardly hid a self satisfied smile. I wondered what Lady Careella was like behind that controlled exterior or what she hid under her skirt. Who knows, maybe she would even let me be of assistance to her one day. The thought made me suddenly hard again and both women noticed. Even if they weren’t looking at me they could sense my pheromones and I might as well be blaring my thoughts to the room.

After having enjoyed every last detail Lady Careella turned her full attention back to me. “I keep congratulating myself on having found you and you continue to be of great assistance. My faith was well founded and I’m glad things are going well.”

She shifted her body again and stood up regal as always but when she looked at me again there was a very subtle smoky look in her glance. I had to give her credit. Her leggings must be incredibly tight and uncomfortable seeing she managed to conceal showing any outline of her unique features. She raised an eyebrow with a very slight smile playing on her lips when she caught me looking for the outline between her thighs.

I quickly looked up guiltily and she held my glance for a second longer than necessary in order to let me know my search had not gone unnoticed… or unappreciated. With that she headed towards the door speaking as she went. “Well I shall let you two get back to your activities. I’m sure there will be more interesting details to hear upon my return.” She turned at the door looking between the two of us and gave me a pointed look. “Be careful” she admonished. “You seem to enjoy flying close to the whirlwind and I really do want you to remain in good working order.” For a split second her professional demeanor vanished showing a look of lustful desire but then it was gone and she left as quietly as she’d entered closing the heavy door behind her.

I stretched languidly and looked back at the bars and into the intense eyes of my beautiful prisoner. Well, I thought, if I want to play with the whirlwind then I really should be ready. With that I walked into the shower again. This morning I was going to take a long time in the warm water and get Demirlibahçe Escort Bayan carried away however this time I wanted to try something new.

The shower heads were large and suited more for a luxury shower or a high class spa and due to the fact it was a wet bathroom I could enjoy a huge shower area. I took my three special dildos and stuck them to the ground, turned on the warm water and then pulled back the shower curtain all the way. My whole shower and activities were on display if the Denufari wanted to watch.

The first dildo was always an easy warm up so after spreading lube on my ass hole I got on all fours with my back facing the bars and slowly squatted down on it reveling in the feeling as the dildo spread open my hole and slid easily in. I didn’t spend to long with the first one as my masochistic mood had been growing over the past three days. There was sexual tension I had to deal with as well and these currently were my only outlet.

I slid up off the first dildo and quickly headed for the second and its rough studs. Covering it in lube I lowered myself on it more rapidly than normal. I wanted it to be uncomfortable and it felt good. Once it was fully in me I started fucking its entire length grinding my sensitive hole against all the studs. Lost in fantasy and feeling I put my face up to the warm water and forced the studs in and out of me more rapidly. I didn’t cum from it but the pre-cum continually flowed from me as it continually rubbed against my prostate.

Finally I looked over my shoulder and wasn’t disappointed. She was standing there gripping the bars seemingly entranced by my actions as cobalt light moved through her hair like slow waves on an ocean shore. The feeling of someone watching me fuck myself in the most personal way possible made me hard as a rock and filled me with pleasure. I wanted more though and it spurred me on to an even more openly erotic actions.

I slid up off the second dildo and moved excited on to the third. This was going to be difficult and she’d get to watch me struggle with it. My ass would fight it and struggle and then she’d watch the toy force my ass open and penetrate me.

I positioned myself over the huge toy and slowly started lowering myself on it. As before my ass struggled trying to relax but I kept steadily pushing down. In the middle of my struggle trying to take it I was surprised by her quiet and lustful voice behind me. “Why are you trying to use such a big toy?” she asked curiously.

I looked over my shoulder at her and at the same time for effect grabbed my ass with both hands spreading myself open to a point of discomfort. Then I slowly started to sink down onto it again my anus slowly losing the battle and spreading further and further over the head. I groaned in pain and pleasure as it forced my hole open and the head slipped in. Gasping as it slid into me I looked right into her eyes. “I’m doing this because I’m wishing it was you forcing your huge member into me and fucking me with no mercy” I replied with intense desire.

My statement hit her like a wave and she gasped for breath grabbing the bars to stabilize herself. It was either that or she was trying again to rip them out of the floor. Her reaction spurred me on and I took the toy as far as I could and then started fucking it harder and faster. Soon my anus was relaxed and no longer fighting the toy as I slid it in and out of me with abandon.

It wasn’t enough and I wanted more. I had asked privately on some forums for advice on how to take a toy deeply and hopefully their advice was good. Slowly I pushed against the discomfort as the toy hit the curve of my colon and I paused listening to the shower, my quiet breathing and the Denufari’s heavy breathing behind me. I pushed lightly and waited again and wiggled my hips back and forth slowly gyrating on the toy.

Then to my surprise and her gasp behind me it slid all the way in and I was suddenly sitting on the floor of the shower with my anus stretched around a huge toy. I was triumphant and happy and looking over my shoulder saw she was rock hard with a sheen of perspiration covering her amazing body.

Then slowly but speeding Escort Demirlibahçe up I fucked the toy faster and faster going all the way in and pulling all the way out only to plunge back down again. It was time for me to bring her our meals for the day so I shut off the shower, dried off and bending over shoved the huge dildo up inside me again. Then pulling on a pair of especially tight pants I had purchased in advance for this I was set to go. I walked around with the pants holding the dildo in; refusing to give my anus a break and forcing my body to accept the invasion.

I took care of my necessary responsibilities all while feeling incredibly lascivious and wonderfully wanton. Walking around knowing she watched me every second and her knowing I had a huge toy shoved deep up inside me was a perpetual turn on. The sexual tension in the room was incredible and we barely spoke but instead simply kept looking at each other with a primal desire driving our thoughts. I wanted this tension to build, needed it to build for what I wanted soon.

The day ended with me showering three times and fucking the giant toy over and over and then we headed to bed. I doubt either of us slept well. Our desires were like an erotic fever that had both of us in its grip. At some point in the night I rolled out of bed and called her to the bars. She wasn’t the least annoyed and came over readily.

I simply held up the restraints and asked “if we’re going to get any sleep we might need to let off some tension.” She nodded and I slid her the restraints. Without hesitating she put them on and offered her free hand so I could lock the last restraint into place. I drove her crazy by turning around right in front of her and slowly shoving the huge toy up my ass once again. Once in place I put the pants back on. Earlier in the day I’d decided to modify the pants by cutting out the front and now I could hold the toy in letting my dick hang free. I was rock hard almost all the time now so the extra freedom made things more comfortable. She fought the restraints in frustration trying to get to me as I opened her cell door. She knew she couldn’t break them but in her pent up desire fought anyway.

I didn’t bother much with foreplay as the entire day amounted to erotic foreplay. We both desperately needed some release and right now being rough and unrestrained suited us both.

Walking up to her I simply wrapped my arms around her pulling her perspiring body to mine and used her like a stripper pole. My penis rubbed up and down her back leaving long wet lines of pre-cum and driving her wild. Moving from massaging her breasts downward I grabbed her giant dick milking it with both hands till she bucked against me and shot through the bars again. There was nothing slow about us tonight just the need to use each other.

Finally I let go of her dick and grabbing mine told her again to squat low and arch her back. Again she willingly did so presenting herself. This time I directed my penis into her silky wet vagina and grabbing her waist fucked her hard while she shivered and moaned. This carried on for a while till I pulled out and this time plunged into her waiting anus. She bucked and moaned even louder as my body prepared itself again. She was ready this time and as she felt me begin to tense arched her back more and shoved back against me fucking me with her ass. She squeezed her anal muscles hard and bucked against me nearly throwing me from my feet.

Not being able to hold out any longer I let loose inside her for the second time. I came so hard my dick hurt as my balls squeezed out every last drop they could. She milked me hard with her ass as she took it all in, wanting every last drop of me. She let out her feminine roar again as the orgasms poured through her body but kept milking me with her ass. She was bucking so hard I grabbed her waist as hard as I could to remain in her. This whole time the massive dildo was still deep inside me, digging at my insides and causing tremendous pressure against my prostate. Feelings and orgasms went through my body so hard my head was feeling faint.

Finally we both gave out with her collapsing to the floor my penis pulling out of her. I stood there weaving trying to make my vision focus. I then walked out, closed her cell door and hit the button releasing her restraints as she continued writhing and thrashing on the ground. Her cum was all over the floor and I decided to clean up in the morning but for now sleep. I collapsed into bed and was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

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THE POSTMAN’S PUNISHMENT

Now as you know, I’m not shy! I like to look sexy and I don’t mind showing it. I do, however, draw the line at men thinking they can do as they like with me, or rather in this case, my property!

The dogs had been fed and walked, Hubby had long since gone to work and the washing was on the line. The sun shone, the wind blew and the day appeared set to be like every other day had been this week, sunny and windy. Summer had finally arrived at the farm was busy with new life, new crops growing and the sounds of nature waking up to enjoy the sunshine.

My washing line today, for those that are interested, consisted of a mix of clothes, jeans, an unhealthy amount of T-Shirts and socks and a number of my sexy bras and little skimpy knickers. I do love sexy, girlie underwear and never buy ‘big knickers! Now when it comes to doing the laundry, I’m old school. I was brought up to not mix colours, and to dry on the line outside whenever the weather allows. My line, therefore, is often rather full.

As some of you know, we live quite remotely, not in the ‘Outback’ of Australia or ‘Backwoods’ of North America or Texas, kind of way, no, no, but for the U.K, we would be considered, off the beaten track. As we live like this, we have regular visitors each week and these visitors are often friendly welcoming sorts. We have Jimmy the Bin man and his young mate, who’s name we have never been told. We see Walter the Shepherd almost daily and we have Davey the Postman. Davey or ‘Old Davey’, as he is known, he’s actually only 60, but to the rest of his mates at the Post Office, he’s old, is one such regular caller at the farm.

Davey is a small, slim and likeable character. He’s a nice, smiley type of guy, with a good bit of cheery banter whenever I greet him. He’s also a little flirty and often comments on the way I look. Not in a rude, crude or creepy way, just in a way that most men wouldn’t, or would feel they shouldn’t at least. He might be ‘nice’ but he drives like a maniac mind and you can hear his red van before you see it, as it slides and bounces down the long, rutted track to the farm. We also get ample warning as our dogs hate him. They hate him like the very devil himself and Davey is, to say the least, terrified of them. Now Davey might be ‘old’ but he has a certain glint in his eye, and you know what I’m like for a sparkle in the eyes. I’m a sucker for it. He’s not sexy hot, no, really he isn’t, but he’s ‘nice’, does that make him sound a little bland? It’s not meant to. Nice can be, well, nice, I guess and Davey is, to my mind, nice. Oh never mind……

So there I was, in the kitchen, separating yet another load of whites, coloureds and bedding. The first load was out on the line, the dogs were locked in the lounge, as it was nearly 11 o’clock and that’s generally ‘Davey time’. The radio is blasting 80’s pop out and I’m in a good place, bopping and singing along to ABBA. A girl needs ABBA in her life, trust me, we just do! As I danced past the washer, in a beautiful 80’s world of my own, I popped my hips to one side and banged the washer door shut, ‘THUNK’. It’s seen better days, haven’t we all, and so needs a good banging! Hmm, I’ll resist the next line…. you fill it in? Turning on my heels to give my imaginary audience the full routine, my rendering of Mama Mia is cut short by the barking of the dogs. I’m not the best singer, I admit, but I’m an enthusiastic one. They have heard the post van heading their way and are now issuing me with ample warning. Yup, it’s Davey; there goes the gravel as he hauls up the van. ‘BARP, BARP, BARP’ Davey always honks, as he will never, ever get out of the safety of that van until he is sure the dogs are locked away and not able to eat him.

“Busy today?” he inquires, popping is head round the kitchen door, as I, taking a breath, sweep hair from my face, pull my tight T-Shirt down and present myself like a wild Cinderella on a tiled floor surrounded by laundry.

“Just a little,” I laugh back as I hold out a hand to take the parcel he is now offering me.

“I’ll just pop it on the table,” he laughs, “You’ve got a bit of a handful there.”

I must have looked bemused for a second, as my brow furrowed. Was he talking about my rather ample boobs? He cut through my thoughts with a well timed addition, pointing a finger at my outstretched had.

“You’ve got a bit of a handful,” he repeated gesturing again.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, bursting out laughing, finally following his gaze and finger.

There hanging from my right hand was a black, wet-look bra, complete with chrome spikes that had somehow got into the daily laundry.

“Oh fuck, sorry Davey, oh Jeez,” I blurted out.

My shock and embarrassment was cut short as he popped the parcel on the table and added.

“For a moment, I thought my luck had changed.”

He laughed, with a cheeky wink, before backing out of the kitchen door, closing it with a ‘CLUNK’.

I stood in silence, a broad bemused smile on my face, words stuck in my open mouth. ‘Cheeky git,’ I thought, as Boğaziçi Escort still smiling I threw the bra onto the kitchen table and kicked a mighty pile of ‘whites’ away from the washer door. ‘Cheeky little bugger’ I thought loudly in my head, still smiling from the comic moment we had just shared.

Cheeky I thought and cheeky it turned out he was. Now I have often, well to be honest, occasionally thought, why does it take Davey so long to set off from the house in his van? I usually wait, poised at the door, ready to let the dogs back out. Sometimes it feels like ages, sometimes it actually is ages and when I pop my head out to make sure he has finally gone, he is often not in his van at all. Today was no exception.

There I stood, hand on the door handle, dogs pacing around the kitchen inpatient to be out in the paddock and his van was still parked up. I peered through a gap in the door, nope; he was not in his van. He must be in the back sorting parcels, I guessed. I guessed wrong. Davey suddenly appeared into view. He appeared alright, but he appeared from the right……..the right? What had he been doing there? I popped the door open and shouted out to him over the sound of impatient dogs and his rattling old motor.

“What you up to eh?” There was more than a hint of laughter in my questioning voice, as I didn’t really think he was up to no good, but his reaction and stumble gave me more cause for concern than I had bargained for.

He jumped like a startled boy caught looking at top-shelf magazines in the local store. Not only did he jump, but he dropped what he had in his hand and from where I was stood what he dropped looked very much like a pair of my black see-through knickers. Surely not, I mean, why would he have them…..but he had and they were mine!

There on the gravel they lay, and as he looked down at them and then up and into my eyes, a thought hit me. I have lost a number of clothing items over the past few months. I had put it down to the strong, often gusting wind that rattles our farm. Now I was seeing the real culprit and it was red-faced visibly shaking and Davey shaped.

He made his move without looking in my direction. But I have been a mother of three and no one but no one ignores me.

“Don’t you dare get in that van Davey?” I shouted with all the anger I could muster, which for my size, is rather a lot. “Don’t even think about it, or I’ll, I’ll let the dogs out!”

Davey froze, like the proverbial rabbit in the headlights, head down, feet shuffling on the loose gravel. I don’t know if I was still angry or just plain shocked as I slammed the kitchen door behind me and marched rather animatedly towards this now timid looking man. As I got within five feet of him he made another move and darted for the back doors of the van.

“What the fuck!” I yelled indignantly, “Just what the fuck do you think you are doing,” I yelled again, “You’re going nowhere, mate.”

And with that I cut to the left side of the van and grabbed the keys from the ignition. He was trapped and by the look on his face as he peered round the rear of the van, he knew it.

His mouth opened as if to speak, but no words came out. He stood, his eyes wide, his hand steadying his shaking body on the van side.

“What have you got in there that’s so important?” I questioned, now with a hushed menacing tone.

I still don’t know why I even suspected he had anything in there to hide, but he had and what he had both shocked and angered me in equal amounts. Grasping the taped up chrome door handle, I winged the rear door open with more than a hint of drama, half expecting to see a pile of parcels and nothing else. I was wrong. Yes there were parcels and post bags, but there was also a small pile of clothes, crumpled up to one side, my clothes. My knickers and bras to be totally accurate and they were stained.

Davey, old, smiley, happy, cheeky little Davey, had been stealing my underwear and from what I could see, wanking on them. They were covered in cum stains, some were crumpled with crusty jizz, they were ruined, not that I wanted them back. I stood speechless, for once; open mouthed but slowly filling up with rage.

‘THUNK’ I slammed the door shut, the sound loud enough to get the dogs barking again and without thinking twice, I grabbed him. I grabbed him hard by the collar of his blue Post Office issued shirt making him yelp like a puppy.

I was raging, I was angrier than I had been in years and he was going to know how angry I was. Like a child I marched him across the gravel yard, his feet slipping and stumbling, towards the woodshed and kicked the loose door open wide. I have no idea what he thought I was going to do with him and if I’m honest at that moment, I didn’t either, but he was going to pay for his actions one way or another. As if being grabbed by an angry woman wasn’t enough, he must have thought he was going to die, as I pushed him into the dim, dusty gloom of the shed.

It must have looked like something from a horror film as shafts of sunlight filtered Escort Boğaziçi through the gaps in the old planked walls, casting shadows on an ageing selection of forestry saws, axes, ropes and farm tools. He stopped dead just inside the doorway, but I was in no mood for his delaying tactics. A swift knee into the small of his back and he was in. Staggering forward as he half fell, his outstretched hands braced his body against the only solid thing in the shed, the woodwork bench. Turning to look for a means to secure him there, I grasped the first thing I could lay my hands on, an old lead rope from the pony. I’m no knot expert but Hubby has taught me enough about securing loads on trailers to tie a reasonable one and as he struggled and spun before me, still speechless, I made my knots good and painfully tight around his wrists, bur left him enough slack so he could move his arms a little.

“Don’t you dare fucking move until I get back!” I hissed in his ear, like a mad woman.

What he must have felt like as I slammed the woodshed door shut, causing years of dust to cloud up in the sunlight, I do not know and at that moment, I did not care. Door locked secure with the rusty padlock, I marched back towards the house. I was angry and he was going to pay the price!

Dogs scattered as I stomped through the house and up to the bedroom. Draws were flung open and in a wild, angry rage I stripped off my jeans, T-Shirt and knickers. My hair looked crazy, which suited my mood, but as I dug deep in the draws for my zipped wet look bodysuit, I didn’t care. Thigh high boots were dragged on in front of the long mirror. Spiked belt was tightened around my waist, and matching collar was clicked around my neck. One elbow length glove followed the other and as I stood, schooling whip in one hand, I smiled at my look in the antique mirror.

“Davey, you have no idea what’s coming”, I sneered, out loud as I balanced myself, one hand on the large chest of drawers in the corner of the room and stepped into my leather strap-on belt. The 10″ long, thick black dildo clicked into place and swung menacingly as I checked my look once more in the mirror before heading downstairs.

The dogs fell silent as I past them, my heels clacking on the wooden floor, as if they knew not to get involved. I have to say, that marching across the gravel to the woodshed was a little less dramatic, but no one was there to see me stumble as angrily I fumbled the rusty padlock open before slamming the door shut again behind me.

Davey had clearly been trying to make his escape and my knot tying was clearly not as good as I thought, as he was now stood, back to the workbench frantically looking round for a means of escape. I stood before him, shoulders back, breasts heaving to escape the half unzipped front of the bodysuit, my high heeled feet wide apart. I was magnificent, powerful and dominant and as he looked me in the eye, I felt his submission.

Power is a great thing and retaking power and control even greater. Davey was mine. He stopped fidgeting and looking around. He stood quite still and with head bowed low he spoke.

“I’m so, so sorry.” He offered, well begged. “I know it was wrong, very, very wrong of me, but I’ll never do it again and I promise I’ll replace your knickers.”

It was hard not to laugh at that line, but hiding my amusement as best I could; I took a step forward and slapped him hard across the face with the open palm of my hand. When I say hard, I really mean hard. It made my gloved hand tingle and he yelped and raised a hand to defend himself.

“Put, that, hand, down, now!” I spoke slowly and precisely, emphasising each syllable of my command. “Don’t you dare move a muscle.” I added, “Not one, single, muscle.”

He didn’t, he froze. As I traced the schooling whip across his red cheek, he flinched, ‘WHACK’…This time it was the whip that caught his skin, he cried out in pain and surprise.

“I said, do not, move, a muscle, and I meant it.” I repeated, slowly and deliberately. He was pale and for the first time looked frightened.

“Are my instructions not clear enough for you?” I questioned, as I squeezed his face in my hand lifting his chin so that his eyes stared into mine.

“I’m so sorry if that hurt you.” I sneered, a wicked smile on my lips and in my voice,

“But pain is what you deserve and your pathetic apology isn’t going to work with me, now take off your clothes.”

Davey looked baffled and shocked, no; actually, he looked terrified and bewildered. He should have been. He didn’t know what was coming next, but I did and it would hurt him far more than it would hurt me!

For an older man his body was not unacceptable, in fact it was quite well toned, as his shirt dropped to the floor. His hands were visibly trembling as first belt, then shoes, socks and eventually trousers were removed and kicked to one side on the dusty floor, by the toe of my boot. His white boxers had slipped down a little at the front, to reveal dark hair and as I traced the schooling whip through Boğaziçi Escort Bayan it, he once more flinched.

“Kneel,” I snapped, staring straight through him. “Kneel down in front of me and open your mouth wide.”

Davey dropped like a stone to his knees, looking up at me through worried eyes.

Holding the thick girth of the dildo, I stroked it gently across his still red cheek, before pushing it roughly into his half open mouth. As he gasped and gagged on it, I stared down its length and into his watering eyes.

“Get it nice and wet Davey,” I smiled, “Or this is going to really hurt.”

He blinked uncontrollably, with bulging eyes, bubbles of saliva popping on his lips and the thick black rubber of the dildo. Once satisfied it was wet enough, not that I cared that much. I dragged him to his feet, and grasping his hands, I retied them, but this time to the vice of the old woodwork bench, before forcibly turning him to face the bench and wall. I stood looking at my prize, before kicking his feet wide apart and stocking the tip of the schooling whip up the inside of his right thigh to flick at where I assumed his balls would be hanging. I was right, it must have stung, as he flinched and wriggled to prevent more. How wrong he was. ‘FLICK, FLICK, FLICK’ and each one met with the same squirm and yelp. This was so much fun, but too, too easy. It was time to change the game.

I grasped the back of his neck hard, pressing his face into the debris on the work bench, and as he struggled before me, the wide helmet of the dildo pushed firmly against his boxers. He knew what was coming and he only had seconds to let the thought sink in before I ripped the white cotton open and forced the helmet, still wet with spit into his tight ass. The sounds he made were unreal. He gasped, groaned and yelped as I forced it relentlessly inch by inch into his tight wriggling arse. His thighs tensed up and he tried to lift himself onto his tiptoes, but I was having none of it. My left hand stopped pressing his face and reached down, flipped his, quite large cock up and out of the way, before grasping his balls tightly, and pulling down, I squeezed him into submission.

“Stop wriggling you little shit,” I laughed at him, “Or I’ll pull your balls right off, do you hear me?”

He was half slumped, half pushed up and onto the bench with my back pressed firmly down on his, with my first full thrust.

“Please, please don’t, I said…I said I was sorry,” He begged loudly.

But I was in no mood for words, actions would cure him of his wrong doing and the actions would be hard and rough. Again I thrust and with each gasp, I squeezed his balls harder and harder. His back was now red from the friction of my zip on his skin. Sweat ran down his neck and as I pumped his ass hard, it made squelching noises in time to his grunts of pain and possibly pleasure.

Pleasure was not something I was expecting, I must admit. Pain yes, shock, yes, but pleasure, no. His balls might have been squeezed in pain, his ass fucked harder, but his cock was getting erect too. The dirty little bastard was getting a hardon. I dropped his balls and let then swing, switching my grip to his ample, well actually, thick cock. My silk gloved hand encircled its girth and in time to his ass fucking, I pumped his length. Now his sounds were different. No painful gasps, no begging for mercy, but grunts of pleasure. Puffs of dust blew across the workbench with each gasped breath and his grimy little face, red with sweat and pressure, stopped trying to move. These only served to make me press in harder, expecting him to beg again, but he did not. He was now pushing back onto me with each thrust. His cock, fully erect and rippled with thick rope like veins was gently oozing precum, which smeared on my gloved fingers and lubed my grip around his fat helmet.

“You dirty little shit.” I hissed loudly into his ear as I rammed into him, all the while pumping his thick cock.

“You want to cum, yes?” I questioned. “You want to cum for me now you little shit?” I repeated.

He nodded in the dust and gasped breathlessly, “Yes, yes please.”

“Then ask me nicely.” I commanded him. “Say Mistress Jo let me cum on your boots, SAY IT!”

And with that, I pulled the dildo in one harsh movement from deep inside him and stepped back, letting his hard cock slap against the rough wood of the bench front. There I stood, dildo swaying, hands on hips, whip still in hand.

“Please” he begged, “Please Mistress Jo, let me cum on your boots.”

Loosening his tied hands was not easy as the movement of his body had tightened then, leaving his wrists red and rope burnt, but once free he turned and without instruction knelt before me.

“Suck it as you wank!” I smiled down at him, blowing him a sarcastic kiss whilst gently making the dildo sway before his face.

He didn’t question his orders and with mouth wide, he began to suck and lick its shaft and thick wide helmet, his right hand grasping his rather nice cock. It didn’t take long before his face contorted and he began to gasp on the dildo, his orgasm was near and I knew it. Did he really think that this would be it? That I would let him spunk on my underwear in his van and let him enjoy an orgasm now. How wrong he was. As his face told of his imminent orgasm, I pulled the dildo from his mouth and ordered him.

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