Ay: Temmuz 2023

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“I’m going to go freshen up,” I tell my sexy boyfriend Zach as I pull my tight red dress back over my just fucked pussy. I blow Zach a kiss as I slide out the employee supply closet at Elevation’s bar- discreet as ever.

I make my way to the lady’s room trying not to appear as naughty as I was feeling as Zach’s cum starts to drip its way down my thigh. In the bathroom I give myself a once over. Yup, I definitely look like I just had a great time. My full lips are even more swollen and puckered. My brown locks are a bit tousled with that nice extra volume you get after a good lay. My dark eyes still have that alluring sparkle. My skin feels hot and I bite my lip as I think about what just happened. Dirty dancing, hot male stranger pushing his big dick against my ass as he touches my pussy, feeling Zach so hard against me. I can feel myself getting wetter, I want more. I throw up my hair, put a little gloss on and soon make my way back out to the bar, Mama needs to quench her thirst one way or the other.

There’s a confident bounce to my walk as I make my way to the bar. I feel hot, wild, and ready to throw wind to all inhibitions. To my not so profound surprise I see Zach and Justin standing at the bar. They look so amicable like old friends meeting after a long time apart. These two sexy men are simply exchanging pleasantries while all my nerves are on fire. Justin glances over and sees me coming, he gives me that slow, sultry grin and his eyes tell me all the scandalous thoughts in his head.

“Don’t you boys look like your having so much fun without me,” I joke as I slip my way between the two of them. Their heat and erotic male must envelope me and make me shudder.

“Oh, I think you are a very necessary part of our fun,” Justin retorts grazing his large hand against my side. My mouth goes dry. I ignore his innuendo.

“So, what are we drinking?” I ask.

“Well tequila makes her clothes fall off so how about that” Zach says looking all too pleased with himself.

“Hardy haha,” I say but order three tequila shots anyways.

“What shall we toast too?” I ask.

“A good ass time,” Zach says. I raise my shot and Zach stops me, “Let’s start with this” he licks my neck and pours a little salt on it. Justin smiles and follows suit. These guys are going to be the end of me. I clench my legs together feeling my clit swell as their tongues glide up and down my neck. I down my shot. The guys do the same but make sure to linger on teasing the salt off my neck a bit longer. Playing along I stick a lime in my mouth and one in my cleavage. Zach goes for the lime in between my breasts moving his hot tongue from my neck all the way down my chest. Justin takes the one in my mouth and leaves me with a steamy kiss. His lips are soft pillows and he presses into me firmly grabbing behind my neck and exploring my mouth with his tongue. I moan against them, my nipples getting so hard I raise them wanting to meet Zach’s mouth.

Our little display does not go unnoticed and we are interrupted by some excited cat calls. I blush matching the color of my dress as I see a group of college men to our right hollering at us.

“We are drawing a crowd,” I laugh.

“I know somewhere better we can continue this,” Justin says. His deep blue eyes look so dark and full of desire for a second, I wonder just what continuing this would look like. “If you want to that is,” he responds looking to me and Zach. Without looking I can feel what Zach’s expression is. He wants whatever I want. The need in my core mixed with the tequila bravado sends a fiery passion in me I can’t deny.

“That sounds like a good ass time to me,” I say, Zach grabs my hand reassuringly and Justin’s face lights up.

“I hoped so,” Justin responds standing up and taking my other hand. “My limo is out front.” Limo? Who the hell is this guy bringing a limo to this little bar? A baller, only a baller would do that. I wonder what he does. Part of me wants to ask and part of me wants to keep this mysterious sexy stranger exactly that, mysterious.

In the limo, Justin hands Zach and I a champagne glass. A girl could get used to this. He tells the driver to go to someplace called Chateau Durand. I’ve never heard of it. Zach seems at ease and if he’s fine then I’m fine.

“You are a lucky man,” Justin says to Zach. “And you are gorgeous” Justin says to me. “I just love these,” he says sliding his index finger under the lace of my garter. I’m aware of how close his finger is to my pussy. I’m sure he can feel the heat of it. I want him closer. I shuffle in my seat and my dress rides up a little higher. Justin chuckles, “Somebody just can’t wait to have some fun” he inches his finger to the hem of my dress. Electricity shoots straight down to my swollen clit, I bite my lip wanting a bit of pain to distract me from the ever-growing need in my core.

“Relax honey, we’re going to take great care of you,” Zach says. He laces his fingers in my hair and tilts my head to the side licking and blowing his hot breath along my neck. I tremble and reach out to grab each one of their thighs. Justin leans over and takes my mouth. This Temelli Escort is no gentle kiss. His hot tongue invades my mouth going deep and fast. I almost don’t notice another finger inching up my skirt. But neither one of them touches me, God I want them to touch me, I feel like I’m going to explode. I moan and try shuffling my hips pressing my pussy towards their unrelenting fingers grazing everything but my pussy. I squeeze their muscly thighs and kiss Justin back with a force equal to his own. I want to grab their cocks knowing how big and hard they must be but I can’t reach. Zach moans against my neck making my shiver once more.

“Sir we have arrived,” this mans voice pulls me from my building implosion. Justin pulls away. No, we can’t already be here it was getting so good.

“Thanks Demetri.” He grabs my face and plucks my lower lip with his finger. “Don’t worry you sultry vixen, it’s only just begun.”

Zach helps me out and holds my hand. Justin walks ahead and I see where we have arrived, some sort of mansion type house. It’s not a neighborhood though, some remote area of town I’m not too familiar with, even having lived here for eight years. It has a discreet sign off to the side saying “Chateau Durand.” Well good to know it is in fact an establishment and not some rich dude’s house we’re crashing.

Justin is talking to the man by the huge double French doors. He appears to be a bouncer or a member of the CIA. He is very official in his all black suit with a Bluetooth in his ear.

“Welcome friends to Chateau Durand.” He takes my hand and kisses it and shakes Zach’s hand. “Nobody here leaves displeased, especially when they are accompanied by our very own Monsieur Durand.” Wait a second, this sexy stranger named Justin with his fancy limo and expensive French Champagne is owner of this gigantic mansion?

“Did you forget to mention you are a Prince?” I ask letting my curiosity get the best of me.

“The only throne I rule will be in your pants,” he remarks glancing back at me with that smoldering look as he leads Zach and I through the doors.

We are instantly hit with thundering music, a bass that shakes the walls, and a giant ballroom rumbling with the energy of what seems to be hundreds of people. How come Zach and I never heard of this badass club? The lights are so dimmed you can hardly see a few faces in front of you. All along the walls and ceiling are multi colored lights and some along the floor lighting paths to bathrooms or the bars. Along the way through the dance floor Justin exchanges quick pleasantries with some regulars I imagine. We get to about the middle of the dance floor and Justin stops, “I’ll go get us some beverages,” he kisses my cheek and walks away.

“Who the hell is this guy?” I say to Zach as Justin leaves.

“Where the hell are we?” Zach adds, “This place is awesome.” Zach immediately starts dancing, after a few drinks you cannot keep this guy still. I laugh and start swinging my hips to the beat. Zach spins me in a circle then pulls me against him. “Babe you are going to cum so hard tonight,” he says and brings my hand to feel the bulge in his pants. Glad to know I’m not the only one overly turned on at the moment.

“I can’t hardly wait,” I say and attach his big, pouty lips. His hands are grasping my waist keeping me tight against him as he rocks his hips against mine. I continue molesting his mouth enthralled by the taste of him. Soon I feel another body against my backside. Some guy is grinding hard against my ass. I see Zach smiling and he spins me around to get a look at my assailant.

This man is tall, broad with curly blonde hair. It’s too dark to make out details of his face but there’s a sexy outline to his jaw and he is all muscles that I can see with his short sleeve button down shirt open at the chest. He grabs my waist and continues to grind against my front. I usually appreciate a few passing words prior to being humped but tonight I just go with it. I move my hips against his and reach back to feel Zach’s neck behind me. Zach starts kissing down my neck and grazing my arms with his fingertips. Mr. Blondey moves his body downward pressing on me as he makes his descent. I widen my stance so he can make his way between my legs, all the while I can feel my tight dress riding up. My pussy is throbbing with his closeness.

He makes his way to the floor and starts coming back up. He pauses right in front of my pussy and grabs the sides of my thighs. His face moves towards my body and before I can wrap my brain around what’s happening, I feel his hot tongue against my clit. I jump a little startled from what just happened. Zach pauses his kisses to see what’s going on, “Mmm baby that’s so sexy.” Zach grabs my tits hard. “Tell me what he’s doing to you.”

I bite my lip and look down at this sexy guy between my legs. My pulse is raging, my pussy feels so hot and wet against his mouth. “He’s licking me,” I say breathless. “It feels so good Zach. His tongue is moving in circles around my clit. Oh God, he’s sucking my clit.” My breath comes a little faster and my legs are starting to Temelli Escort Bayan shake. Zach is caressing my breasts and grunting in my ear telling me how he wants me to cum. “Mmm I want more,” I say- louder than anticipated- and press my pussy up against this man’s face. He looks up at me with a smile in his eye. The heavy beat of this techno is matching my pulse, building higher and higher as I feel myself getting closer. He plunges his finger inside me and I gasp getting weak in the knees. Zach supports my waist. His finger curls hitting that super sensitive spot and his tongue continues molesting my wet pussy. I start moaning and trembling all over. His finger is pulsing so fast and his tongue feels so amazing. “Yes, oh God YES!” I moan. Zach slips my breasts out of the confines of my dress and rolls each hard nipple between his fingers. I am undone. My orgasm hits me like a tsunami. His fingers, the music, and my climax continue their thunderous beat wave after wave. Zach has to support me again as I finish an incredibly intense orgasm.

I open my eyes and see this blonde stranger pull my dress back down to cover me up, how thoughtful. He stands up and I can see a very large, obvious boner stretching his khaki slacks. He reaches his hand behind my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. His mouth is hot and I can taste my orgasm on his tongue. He presses his hips against me and I can feel the length of him. He slowly backs away leaving me again breathless. “Thanks for that love,” he says with an Australian accent, instantly getting sexier.

I smile, “I think I should be thanking you.” He smiles and I notice his dimples.

“Well I best be off, hope to see you again soon,” he kisses my cheek then walks away grabbing another man’s hand as they sift through the crowd. That has got to be one of the strangest and hottest things that has ever happened to me. I’m suddenly aware that my breasts are still hanging out, I’m also aware of the tons of people all around which I had conveniently forgotten about for the last ten minutes. I can feel heat creep up my neck to my cheeks as I try fumbling my large breasts back into my tight tube top. I try not to make eye contact with anyone but I easily catch the dark eyes of one Justin walking up to us with a handful of drinks.

“You are just turning out to be the star of the show, aren’t you? That was one hot display I’m glad I caught the end of it,” he chuckles handing Zach and I a beer. I’m thankful for the dark ambiance because I’m sure my face again matches the color of my dress.

“That was very unexpected… and I thoroughly enjoyed it,” I retort chuckling myself.

“I can’t say I wasn’t a little disappointed to not be in Jacob’s place,” Justin replies.

“You know everybody,” Zach says.

“Was that his boyfriend?” I ask referring to the man he walked away with.

“Of sorts,” Justin answers without further detail, “Come on I got us a room.” It figures this place is big enough to also be a hotel. Justin takes my hand and I take Zach’s as we sift through the crowd. I look around as we walk and notice how many people are dirty and I mean dirty dancing. Any combination of men with men, women with women, multiple men and women. Granted no one is obviously as dirty as we just were as far as I can tell. Justin leads us downstairs and it is instantly much quieter, I can hear my ears ringing. I can also hear a myriad of sounds including sexual moaning, shouts, metal clanking, and the ever-familiar sound of a headboard banging against a wall. The lights are a dim red and all the walls are covered with a red velvet fabric.

We walk by some rooms with doors shut and some with curtains. One room only has three walls and what appears to be a set for a fifty shades of grey scenario. Houston, I believe we are in not just a mansion or a club, but a sex club. A woman is chained to the ceiling with her arms in the air and blind folded. A very ripped naked man is teasing her nipples with a long feather. I stop to get a better look. He has fresh, red nail marks all down his back- no wonder she’s chained. Another man is behind her fucking her slowly in the ass. She is moaning and I can’t help but get a little turned on. The first man is stroking his long hard on and rubbing the head of his dick against her pussy. I squeeze my thighs together feeling the blood rush to my pussy. The pounding is getting faster and her moans get louder, the man behind her bites her shoulder while the other man squeezes her tit. She screams in ecstasy and I can see cum shoot from the first man’s dick onto her stomach. The other guy holds her tight against him as they all cum together. Wow. I bite my lip. That was a first for live porn.

“Damn,” I hear Zach whisper. I reach out and grab the bulge in his pants. He grabs my hand against him and pushes it harder onto his cock. “So about that room,” Zach says looking to Justin. Justin simply smiles and leads us on. He apparently is used to this whole thing.

Zach brings us to this suite of a room and it is gorgeous. There is soft music playing in the background. Candles are lit all across the borders Escort Temelli of the walls. There is soft, sheer fabric draped down the ceiling surrounding a king size bed filled with pillows and a huge down blanket. There is a fireplace lit across from the bed. Rose petals are scattered all over the floor and the bed. This would be a Valentine’s Day dream room. There is chocolate, strawberries, and wine on a table to the right.

“Justin you shouldn’t have,” I say in awe.

“Perks of owning this shindig. Besides, I thought your first time should be special.” He takes my hand, spins me in a circle and pulls me in close against him. His other hand grabs the back of my head and he kisses me. First, it’s soft and so romantic just like this room and then he deepens the kiss with a fierce need that makes my blood tingle. His fingers tug my hair and his mouth ravishes mine. Our tongues dance a fire dance. He hoists me up with his other arm until I straddle his waist. He keeps me so tight against him I can feel his chest rise and fall as his breath gets quicker. He takes me over to the bed and soon we crash into it. My hands are all over his hair, his neck, his broad shoulders. My legs wrap tight around his waist and I grind my pussy up to the firmness of his tight abs. His mouth continues to move with mine, he takes my lower lip and bites it. I moan and pull him in tighter. We roll to the side and I can feel him start to unzip my dress. My breasts break free the tight fabric as he descends the zipper. He stops half way down not being able to reach the rest. I tug the bottom of his shirt and rip it off his head. We break from our make out and I look to appreciate this hot man laying beside me. He is tan, completely hairless and ripped with muscle.

“Mmmm,” I say giving him a look of full lust. His mouth curls up into that sexy half grin. He lifts himself up and finds my zipper. He pulls it down slowly, deliberately, taking the time to graze my skin with his fingertips. I shudder when I feel his fingers graze my ass. The dress finally comes loose. He peels it off my hot skin and I can feel the path of his eyes as they move down my body. I feel flushed all over, not having another man besides Zach look at my naked body in many years. All I have on now is my garter, my lace sheer panty hose, and my heels. His eyes meet mine again and there’s an intense hunger in his dark blues that make me shudder again.

To my dismay he gets up and saunters over to Zach but not before handing me a glass of red wine. I take a few sips and watch the boys suspiciously. What are they deviously planning over there? Zach walks over first holding something in his hand.

“Hey babe, ready to make our fantasies come true?” he says with a devilish grin.

“Uh huh…” I say still suspicious.

“Great, here you go,” he brings up a piece of black velvet cloth.

“Really Zach?” I ask nervously.

“Trust me love, it’ll be better.” Of course, I trust him so I let him wrap the cloth gently over my eyes and tie it behind my tousled hair. He lifts me up to the center of the bed onto these extremely comfortable pillows and then he walks off. I feel anxious, exhilarated, nervous, excited, aroused as I lay on the giant bed not being able to see a damn thing. Every nerve of my body is on edge ready for anything and I feel the pulse between my legs. I hear footsteps coming toward me and then weight on the bed. Someone grabs the wine I’ve been gulping and sets it on a firm surface. I feel a body hover over me and soon some warm liquid drips onto my skin. Every drip leaves a burn and a tingle as it crawls on and around my body. I feel like I’m covered in God knows what. I jump as I feel that hot liquid drip down my pussy. Their sexy torture must be over as I hear a bottle be set on a firm surface.

Soon I feel hot tongues on me, one from either side of my body. I want to reach out to feel who is who put they have my wrists pinned to the bed. They are slowly licking up the liquid from my body. Their mouths are so warm and their breath is a gentle tease on my skin. They’re coming up my arms, making their way to my neck. I feel like the liquid melting onto the bed. Relaxed and excited at the same time. The familiar ache in my core starts to build. I bite my lip and start to moan. Someone’s lips meet my own my body curves up to meet their kiss. They taste sweet and sultry, chocolate mixed with their and mine own flavors. These lips feel like my Zach. He keeps the kiss deliberately slow, roaming every inch of my mouth so I can taste all of him.

My attention quickly diverts when I feel a hot breath and lick on my hip. He is licking the trail of chocolate and blowing over it creating an insatiable hot and cool sensation. Zach breaks the kiss and starts moving down my chest. The ache in my core grows and I squeeze my thighs together wanting some pressure against my throbbing pussy. Hands come to my thighs keeping them apart. A tongue flicks over my hard nipple and I gasp. The other tongue comes down to my pubis, getting so close to my clit. I can feel a poke of someone’s hard on against my side. My blood boils and my wrists try to wiggle through being trapped, God I just want to touch them. A moan escapes my lips as I finally feel that sweet pressure of a mouth meeting my clit. They give me a soft kiss on my lips and my hips arch wanting to meet their face. They flick their tongue over my wet pussy and I shudder head to toe.

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Merhaba adim Suat 25 yasindayim 7 senedir hollandada oturuyorum. Size bundan iki yil önce basimdan geçen bir olayi anlatmak istiyorum. Arkadasim Halil bana telefon ederek Lelystad`da bir dügüne gidip gidemeyecegimizi sordu. Bende bir isim olmadigini ve de gitmek istedigimi söyledim. Onu evinden alarak yola çiktik. Yolda tek konustugumuz sey sex üzerineydi. Ona dügünden sonra neden bir sex klübüne gitmiyoruz dedim. Oda Lelystad`da böyle bir klübün olmadigini Amsterdama gitmemiz gerektigini vede Amsterdamin çok uzak oldugunu söyledi. Ben merak etmemesini ben onu Lelystadda bir klübe götürecegimi ve 100 guldene yemek içmek ve sikmenin serbest oldugunu söyledigimde bana inanmadigini söyledi. Bende ona eger öyle ise paralari sen ödeyecekmisin diye sordum. O da kabul etti Dügün yerine vardigimizda ona en geç saat sekiz buçukta gitmemiz gerektigini söyledim. Oda tamam dedi saat sekiz buçuga dogru dügün yerinden ayrildik ve Lelystad haven`a (lelystad limana) dogru yola koyulduk saat dokuza dogru klübün önündeydik o burasinin normal bir ev oldugunu söyleyerek kapiya gelmeye cesaret edemiyordu ben zili çaldim ve yari çiplak bir adam kapiyi açarak içeri girmemizi istedi. Giriste bize sartlarin ne oldugunu söylemeye basladiIlk olarak bizim türkçe konusmamiz gerektigini içeriye girmeden önce elbiselerimizi çikarmamiz gerektigini vede 100 gulden ödememiz gerektigini söyledi Bende Halile dönerek hadi koçum öde bakalim paralari dedim paralari ödedik soyunduk ve içeri girdik ve oranin sahibi yanimiza gelerek tanistik adi Hans mis bize daha önce böyle bir yere Fatih Escort gelip gelmedigimizi sordu bizde hayir dedik ve oda bize burayi tanitmaya basladi giriste barin oldugunu ve burada yemenin ve içmenin serbest oldugunu ikinci katta bir saunanin bir karanlik odanin ve birde yatak odasinin oldugunu üçüncü katinda oldugu gibi yatakla dösendigini ve burada her seyin serbest oldugunu söyledi tabii ki karsi tarafinda rizasi ileBiz kendisine tesekkür ederk bara geçtik içeride bizden baska 6 tane yalniz erkek ve 9 tane evli çift vardi biz birer içki söyleyerek televizyonda oynayan sex filmine bakiyorduk ben Halile ben saunaya gidiyorum geliyormusun dedim oda bana bedava içki ve televizyondada sex filmi ben ne yapayim saunada dedi ben saunaya girdigimde bir bayanla bir erkek daha vardi onlarla tanistiktan sonra sohbete basladik onlarin kari koca oldugunu ve her hafta buraya geldiklerini söylediler ben de benim buraya ilk defa geldigimi söyledim ozaman onlar beni öteki arkadaslariyla tanistirmak istediler ve hep beraber saunadan çikarak bara gittik barda iki çiftle tanistik ve onlar bana daha önce hiç grup sex yapip yapmadigimi sordular ben de hayir yapmadim dedim ozaman elime böyle bir firsatin geçtigini söylediler ve hep beraber yukari çiktik yatak odasina girdik ve onlar sevismeye basladilar ben ise onlara bakiyordum sonra beni yanlarina çagirarak neden benimde onlara katilmadigimi sordular ve benide aralarini aldilar kadinin birisi sikimi yalamaya basladi ve biriside amcigini agzima vererek hadi yala bakalim dedi çok gizel Escort Fatih bir amcigi vardi vede ates gibi yaniyordu ben amini yalarken aradasirada götünüde yaliyordum ozaman o cigliklar atarak daha fazla zevk aliyordu sonra üzerimden kalkarak beni sik dedi ve yanima uzandi ötekikadin hala sikimi yaliyordu bu kadin tahminim bütün orospulara tas çikartacak kadar usta yaliyordu ona çok güzel yaliyorsun senin kocan seninle gurur duyuyordur dedigimde onu sikmekte olan kocasi da bana dogru donerek karimi begendigin için tesekkür ederim ama biraz sonra dahada begeneceksin dedi oteki kadin hadi artik dayanamiyorum sik artik benii dediginde kalktim ve onun bacaklarinin arasina geçtim sikimi amina sürtmeye basladim o ise zevkten inliyor gir içime artik dayanamiyorum diyordum sikimi amina soktum ve hizli hizli gidip gelmege basladim o bagirarak zevk aliyordu kendinden geçmis ve kocasini çagirarak onun sikini emmege baslamisti bir yandanda yantaraftaki kadinin gögüslerüni oksuyordu onu ise bir baskasi sikiyordu benim artik dayanacak gücüm kalmamisti ve gelmek üzereydim sikimi amindan çikarttim o anda agzima bosalt tohumlarini diyerek bagiriyordu kocasi kenara çekildi ve sikimi agzina verdim ve o anda bir yanardag gibi patladim o hala sikimi yaliyordu ve tohumlarimi yalayip yutuyordu ben ona tesekkür ederek agzindan sikimi çikarttim ve onlari izlemege basladim ilk önce benim sikimi yalayan kadin domalmis ve bir baskasinin sikini yaliyordu onun o durusu beni tahrik etti ve yaklasarak o güzel amcigini oksmaya basladim o bundan tahrik Fatih Escort Bayan olmus ve yala beni diye bana bagiriyordu ben onun amcigini yalamaga basladim çok güzel bir tadi vardi ve amindan sular akiyordu bende arada sirada onun götünü yaliyordum ve o daha fazla tahrik oluyordu o ise artik dayanamiyorum diye benim bütün deliklerimi doldurun diye bagiriyordu ben yataga uzandim o ise üzerime oturdu ve sikim o sicaçik amcigina gömüldü ve o anda öteki erkekleri çagirarak biriniz götümden soksun neduruyorsunuz dedi ve birdigerinin sikini agzina ötekisinide eline aldi ve iki kadinda onun memelerini oksuyordu çok geçmeden zevk aldi biz hala devam ediyorduk ben onun o güzel amini sikiyordum daha fazla dayanamiyordum gelecegimi anladim ve sikimi amindan çikartmak istedigimde hayir içime gel o sicak tohumlarini içerimde hissetmek istiyorum dedi ve içerisine bosaldim o anda oda bagirarak birdaha zevk aliyordu bu sefer onlar pozisyon degistirerek devam ettiler birisi amini bir digeri götünü ve ötekiside agzini sikiyordu erkekler zevk alana kadar o ikikere daha zevk almisti sonra onlarda zevklerini aldilar ve biz birbirlerimize tesekkür ederek ben bir dus alip bara gittim Halil hala barda oturuyor film izleyip birasini içiyordu ona hala buradamisin dedim evet hiç yalniz bir kadin yok herkesin kocasi burada dedi bende ona olsun git ve onlarla tanis onlar buraya sikismege geliyorlar dedim o da gerçekmidedi bende ona benimle gel diyerek yukari çikarttim o gözlerine inanamiyordu herkes birbirine karismis kimin siki kimin aminda belli degildi ben ona dönerek hadi ne duruyorsun sende katil dedim ve oda bir çirpida içlerine katildi. Saat gecenin üçü olduguda herkes giyinerek evlerinin yolunu tutmustu bizde giyindik ve kendi sehrimize dogru yola çiktik ben halile memmun kalip kalmadigini sordugumda hala olup bitene inanamadigini söyluyordu…

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The usual stuff. Everyone having sex is over 18. No COVID, STD’s or fathers with shotguns appear to dampen our day.

Warning: This story depicts graphic sex during a woman’s period. Lots of bloody fun. I know this will not be everyone’s cup of tea so get out now while you still can.

Matt was sitting at the kitchen counter enjoying a leisurely Sunday morning breakfast when he heard the door from the garage loudly open and then the inevitable crash as it was slammed shut. He wondered for the ten thousandth time why his sister was incapable of simply shutting a door. He supposed it went back to when she turned fourteen and the hormones had kicked in. Everything was about her and very dramatic, she hated her brother, her school, her friends and especially her horrible parents.

Well, she didn’t have to worry about their parents anymore. They were on a business trip when the small plane they were in crashed going from Cartegena to Bogota in Columbia. Their dad was a lawyer specializing in international business law, while their mom was his secretary. That was how they met; he was a summer intern at the law firm where she had just started as a paralegal. Love at first sight, they got married two months later and were, as his sister jeeringly pointed out, disgustingly happy. He could never quite figure out why being happy was disgusting but that was his little sister.

When they went to the family lawyer, Dan Wilson a friend of their dad since law school, for the reading of the will, they both got a huge surprise. They had assumed an even split with a court appointed guardian until they were eighteen. It didn’t matter to Matt; he was an eighteen year old senior in high school. Kylie was fifteen and certainly needed someone to try to keep her on the straight and narrow.

The will was in the form of a video taken in the office they were sitting in now. The date flashing in the corner indicated that this had been made just over a year ago. Dad was never one to beat around the bush and he didn’t do so now.

“Hi kids, if you are watching this yadda yadda yadda. This is the fifth one of these we have done. We intend to make one every two years to keep current with your ages and our financial situation. Here’s how we want this to work. Matt gets all the money and control over all assets of your mother and me. Kylie gets a trust fund with an initial 2 million in it. It will be administered by First National bank. She will not have access to it until she is twenty five or she has been married for three years. Yes Kylie, we mean to the same guy. Three years of waiting should discourage any gold diggers trying to fuck you in more ways than one.”

“Robert that was unkind and uncalled for,” she said gently slapping his arm. She turned back to the camera saying, “But your dad is right no matter how crudely he put it. There will be a lot of guys trying to separate you from both your virginity and your money. I suggest you never let anyone know about your financial situation. IE, it would make a nice wedding present to your husband if that was the first he heard about it.”

“With that in mind we suggest selling that monstrosity of a house and buying a more modest one.

“Now, if your sister has come down off the ceiling after learning she has only 2 million dollars to rub together, we will explain why.”

Mom took over at this point and said, “Kylie dear you spend money like a drunken sailor on leave. We have discovered that the only way to rein you in is by controlling the amount of money we give you. Matt, you need to do the same. She needs a car when the time comes, not necessarily a new one, phone, clothes, food and a home. She does not need trips in or out of the country with her so called friends. I know she is only fourteen now, but boys will be entering her life soon. Kylie do not pay for expensive things for a boy. Sure, the occasional movie or meal but that’s it.”

Back to dad now, “Matt, I know you are only seventeen now and I pray that you never see this video, or the next ten after it, but shit happens. We want you to finish high school then put off college until your sister graduates and goes to college. She needs someone strong that knows her like you do to keep her on track. It will be difficult, what am I saying, nearly impossible to keep her out of trouble entirely but that is what big brothers are for. Think of it as good training for when you have kids.”

“There is more than enough money that you wouldn’t need to work but the idle rich draw attention to themselves. Get a decent paying job when you finish school. Something you have an interest in, I would suggest that as much as you like getting your hands dirty a construction job would suit you. It will give you some place to go during the day, an income and a relief from the gossips.”

“When I say there is money, I am talking about 15 million bucks right now. It is invested, hopefully wisely, with various institutions and should earn a yearly income of nearly a million Kayaş Escort dollars. Dan has the details for you Matt,” dad told them.

“Well, that’s about it, we love you and hope for nothing but the best for you both,” mom said.

“Same here guys,” dad said looking sad.

“Kylie, if you ever become more than your brother can handle he can, and will, pass guardianship over to Aunt Bella. As you know she lives on a ranch in Wyoming over 70 miles from the nearest town. School is online with no sports programs. So, unless you want your running companions to be rattlesnakes try to take it easy on your brother. This is all new to him also,” mom concluded.

“One more thing Kylie. Don’t even think you can contest this will. Any lawyer you can find worth his salt will tell you that a will drawn up by Dan Wilson is not breakable.”

Kylie squirmed in her chair clearly put out that her dad had seen through her intentions from beyond the grave. Matt just sat there thinking things through.

Dan Wilson reached over and clicked the video off. “I’m sorry kids, I hope you know this is not just business for me. I genuinely cared about your folks, I will do whatever I can to help guide you through this.”

“Ah, it’s a lot to think about,” Matt said numbly. “I need, we need, to talk things over before making any decisions.”

The drive home was quiet, both thinking. Matt about his new responsibilities and Kylie about finding a shyster lawyer to help her get her share of the loot.

After thinking it over for a month or so Matt told Kylie they were selling the big house and moving. He had found what he thought was the perfect place on the edge of town. She threw a fit because that would be in a different school district, she declared she wasn’t going to move her junior year. He smoothed things over by letting her get her license the day she turned sixteen. It took her three tries to pass but when she did, he bought her a Porsche Cayenne SUV. It was only two years old but when she complained bitterly about having to drive an old piece of shit, he used the spare key to take it from the school parking lot straight back to the dealer. She called in a panic after school saying her car had been stolen. He explained what he had done and hung up. Instead of being in a rage when she finally got home, she apologized and asked if maybe they could go get her car back. It wasn’t much but it felt like a huge victory for Matt.

Matt wanted to take his dad’s advice so after graduation he stopped at a large construction site to see about a laborer’s job. As he was walking across the site he heard a horn, turning to look he saw a high school friend jumping off a backhoe and coming toward him.

“Jesus,” Jimbo said, “what the fuck are you doing here?”

Matt explained and Jimbo said. “Fuck that, tell them you are a backhoe operator, this is a nonunion job, so they don’t check with the union hall. Being a laborer sucks man.”

“That sounds good, the only problem is that I have never been on a backhoe in my life.”

“No sweat man, we will go in and talk to the foreman and get you hired. Tell him you can start next Monday then come here at 5pm and we will start lessons, I have keys for everything and by Sunday night you will have about 30 hours of practice under your belt,” Jimbo explained.

“Shit man 30 hours is nothing, I can’t be a good operator on that little time.”

“No, you’re right but I have an easy job for you. In fact, we will only spend a few hours on the backhoe. What I need you for is to carry sand and other material to the back side of the building in the skid steer, you know, a Bobcat. The access is too narrow for anything else. I know I can teach you how to operate a skid steer by Monday. Unless you are a total retard,” he said playfully punching Matt’s arm.

So that had been Matt’s life for the last three years. He was now known as one of the best small machine operators in the city. It was satisfying work, he was thinking of doing this the rest of his life. College just didn’t appeal to him at all anymore.

His life with his sister was ok, it had its ups and downs along with huge shouting matches and slamming doors, but she was finally eighteen and would graduate in a month. In only four months she would be off to Stanford on a volleyball scholarship.

They had talked about selling the house now that it was going to be only Matt, but Kylie had fallen in love with the house and had decorated it to suit her lifestyle. She said she would like to know she had a home even from California. There was plenty of money. They were able to live on Matt’s salary and just a small amount of help from the investments.

Matt didn’t have a girlfriend, he had never had a long term one. He picked up a girl from the bar they hung out at after work now and then, but it was never serious. Working hard outdoors had given his 6′ 2″ 190 lb. frame some nice muscles and an envious tan. The girls seemed to like him, Kayaş Escort Bayan but he never let them get close.

He never really thought about why until he had a fight with his sister about him bringing home ‘a fucking bar bimbo’ on Friday night and not taking her home until Sunday afternoon. His sister sounded like she was jealous and trying to make him feel bad. Like she was one to talk. Since she had started dating at sixteen, she had never had a guy stick around for more than two months. He had never figured out why, at 5’8″ and a thin runner’s build, she didn’t have a steady boyfriend but that never happened. He just chalked it up to her obnoxious personality.

Since that blowup he would go to the girl’s place or get a motel. It didn’t really help as his sister would grill him about where he had been when he got back to their house.

Then life changed when he started a job on a new building in the center of the city. Like most downtown sites there was very little room. Matt was given his usual job of getting supplies and material into the tightest places.

Suzy was a tomboy looking girl that swore like a trooper. She was the foreman on the labor crew that was doing the filling and tamping along the back wall. She called Matt every name in the book for the entire week but then asked him if he wanted to grab a beer on Friday night.

“Why, so you can heap more abuse on me? No thanks dude,” Matt said shaking his head.

“C’mon man, I yelled at you like I do my crew. They don’t take it personally and neither should you. It’s partly my personality and partly because I am not a dude, I handle things by insulting everyone,” she explained quickly. “You did notice that I’m not a dude, right?” she shyly smiled at him.

Still thinking he was being set up somehow, he told her, “One beer, at my bar, agreed?”

“Sure, whatever you say man, name the place,” she agreed quickly.

“You know The Spot on Westminster?”

“Sure, it’s on my way home. I’ll meet you there in like twenty?” she asked.

“Sounds good, see you there.”

All the way to the bar he looked for angles and reasons she would suddenly change her whole demeanor. Finally, he shrugged thinking he would know soon enough. He parked and came through the back door spotting Jimbo first thing and going over to say hello. They talked a minute before Jimbo waved his pitcher at him. Matt declined saying he was meeting someone and would be back over later.

He sat at an empty booth and waved at the waitress. She smiled at him and in a minute brought over a pitcher of beer and a tray of mugs. He was about to tell her two mugs when Suzy set a pitcher and two frosty mugs on the table.

“Great minds think alike apparently,” Suzy said with a smile. “Looks like we might have more than one drink.”

They drank the two pitchers then ordered another with some wings and fries. When the food was gone Matt divided the last of the beer between their glasses.

“Ok, now that we have had a meal and a few beers it’s time for you to get to the point of this little soiree.”

“I wanted to ask you out the first day I saw you. But mixing work and pleasure is not usually a good idea,” she said.

“That is very true, so why are you doing it now?” he asked.

“Because today was my last day on this job. My boss needs me to ramrod another site that is way behind schedule so today was my last opportunity.”

“That’s it? No hidden agenda?” he asked carefully watching her face. “Wait, there is isn’t there? An old boyfriend in the back lot? A jealous husband?” He started to slide out of the booth.

She frantically grabbed his hand quickly saying, “No, no nothing like that. Please let me explain,” she begged him.

He sat back warily and nodded for her to go on.

“No boyfriend, no husband, no one at all really. I seem to chase away every guy I ever meet,” she said with a catch in her voice.

“So, what do you want from me?” he asked.

“I have a few, I guess you would call them fetishes, that excite the hell out of me but absolutely turn guys off,” she said with her head down.

“And you thought I would be the one guy that got into your kink? What is this bizarre behavior you like to indulge in?”

“I love to have sex when I am, ah, when I, shit, when I am on the rag,” she blurted out.

“Wow, what made you think I would be into something like that?” he asked with a frown.

“I don’t know, maybe because you seem like a rugged guy who could handle a little blood. Or would be willing to at least try to help a girl out.”

“So, what does this involve? You want to be fingered, fucked, maybe even eaten while bleeding?”

“Yes, oh yes, all of that,” she said closing her eyes and tilting her head back. One of her hands slid off the table onto her lap and just seconds later she started to convulse in orgasm. She slowly recovered and opened her eyes. She had a sheepish grin on her face and let out a long sigh.

“Fuck, Escort Kayaş I have never seen anything like that,” Matt said astonished at her behavior. “So you are having your period right now and you just had an orgasm in like ten seconds, is that right?”

“Yeah, I’m on the rag and I just rubbed one out and now blood and cunt juice are leaking from my pussy.”

“Do you always get horny when it’s that time of month” he asked.

She laughed saying, “I know, ironic right? The times I really want a cock in me is when I’m pouring blood.”

“If you want me to help you out you are going to finger your cunt then show me your bloody fingers,” Matt said sternly. He had no idea where this came from but both his demand and the thought of her showing him turned him on tremendously. He expected her to go to the restroom then come discreetly back to the booth.

Now it was her turn to look at him closely. Was he going to embarrass and humiliate her as payback for the way she had treated him all week? A little thrill went through her as she thought about all the construction workers, many of whom she had worked with, seeing her bloody hand. With a little moan she unzipped her jeans then scootched down in the booth to get a better angle. She had intended to just stick a couple of fingers inside her wet cunt but then realized it was not only blood causing the wetness. She kept two fingers inside her while using her thumb to rub her fat clit. It gave her almost instant relief and after nearly biting her lips off trying to keep quiet she carefully pulled her hand from her jeans and casually straightened up leaving her jeans open and pulled down her thighs a bit.

Nonchalantly she put her hand on the tabletop saying, “It’s not as red as I would have liked. The blood got mixed with my cunt cream when I came, sorry about that,” she said staring at him.

Matt couldn’t take his eyes off her small, calloused hand lying there in the open with dark red and pinkish streaks covering nearly her whole hand. He shook his head in a daze then looked up. “Ok, now I am going to finish my beer. You are going to wash your hand in your remaining beer then we are going to my place and explore your kink and some of my fantasies.”

Suzy smiled hugely then dipped her hand in her mug eagerly washing her hand. Matt finished his beer then started to exit the booth. Suzy pulled her hand from the mug then brought the pink concoction to her mouth and chugged it. She reached down pulled up her jeans and snapped them. With a grunt she slid out then stood up. She looked at Matt and burst out laughing at the priceless look on his face. Taking his arm she led him out to the parking lot.

“Ok, you said you wanted to go to your place but believe me it is better if we go to mine. I have rubber sheets and a bunch of towels I use just for this time of month. Did you want to swing by your place and pick up enough stuff to carry you through the weekend?”

Still somewhat dazed Matt said, “Yeah that might be a good idea. I can meet you at your house or we can follow each other to both places.”

“I’ll just meet you at my place. I’ll text you the address. No need to change or shower. Trust me, we are going to take a lot of showers this weekend,” she said with a wink.

Matt was a little preoccupied as he drove home. He had always wanted to have sex with a menstruating girl. It all went back to the first girl he ever fucked. They had fumbled around in the back seat until the parts lined up then he went for it, lasting about ten strokes. They had dressed then went to an ice cream shop to hang out. When the girl came back from the restroom, she insisted they leave immediately. In the car she told him she had started her period a day early, probably because he had taken her virginity. Since then he had associated sex and bleeding. He had never felt confident enough to ask a girl to have sex when she was menstruating, so he was really looking forward to being with Suzy.

Matt’s sister’s car was home when he got there but he didn’t see her downstairs. She sometimes dropped her car at home before jumping into a friend’s or boyfriend’s car. He went to his room and threw a few clothes and his shaving kit in a backpack then headed out. He stopped in the kitchen to leave a note telling Kylie he wouldn’t be back until late Sunday. He put it on the refrigerator with a magnet then turned to go. From this angle he could see his sister sunning herself by the pool, so he went out through the sliding door to tell her in person.

“Hey Kylie, I wanted to let you know I would be gone all weekend,” he said cheerfully.

“Let me guess, you picked up a drunk skag at the bar after work?” she said bitchily.

“Actually, I had a few drinks with a female coworker, she invited me to her place for the weekend,” he said evenly.

“Shit that’s even worse,” she said angrily, “a slut you fuck for a few days then you have to pretend to like her at work, god you are disgusting,” she said getting up from the lounger.

“I don’t know what your problem is but knock it off right now. I have the right to go out with whoever I want, it certainly doesn’t concern you,” he told her hotly.

“Right, like you would stick around if I needed you,” she said pushing past him.

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The night of drinking and dares with Jess, Ethan, and his friend marked another big transition for the apartment along a few different dimensions.

First, the intense humiliation of running through the building in a pair of Jess’ panties, followed by standing around in them while she sucked two thick cocks right in front of me, broke some kind of shame barrier in my head.

Now I still would get a rush of humiliation from doing something like that again, but I wasn’t as averse to it. I’d even started getting turned on a little from the idea of being embarrassed in that way.

Jess would go further in pushing me out of my comfort zone for her own pleasure, and I started giving in more often.

I was now wearing her panties almost every day, at her request. She’d also ask me to do things for her that would get me around the apartment wearing nothing but her underwear.

A request like “Can you grab me some water from the kitchen?” while we were hanging out in bed without clothes on would see me walking through our apartment in a pair of red lacy boyshorts, regardless of if Ethan was around.

If anything, I liked having these excuses to be nearly nude around him. Ethan never failed to swat my bottom if he saw my round little buns in a pair of Jess’ panties, and honestly, I enjoyed the positive attention. The sharp smack from his big hands didn’t hurt things, either.

I wasn’t sure if it came from a place of him liking me in panties, the image reminded him of Jess and turned him on, or if it was just fun between bros in his mind.

Secondly, that night seemed to bring Jess and Ethan closer together as well. The everyday sexual tension in our apartment had ramped up since then, and there was almost always a horny energy between us all, but this was especially true between the other two.

I’d routinely come home to see Jess sucking the hell out of Ethan’s huge cock in common areas. He’d occasionally interrupt our conversations or date nights at home to start frenetically making out with Jess in front of me.

One time, Ethan even came into our room while we were having sex after he must have heard the sounds Jess and I were making. She was riding me, but he came over, shirtless, already hard cock sticking out of his pants, pulled her off of me, and holding her up with one arm, used his other hand to insert his erection into Jess’ pussy.

Don’t get me wrong, I still would rather have been fucking Jess, but that experience turned me on in surprising ways. Having this real man literally take my girlfriend from me by pulling her off of me with his strength and fucking her in her arms with my little dick now exposed was exhilarating.

I still felt pangs of jealousy during acts like these, but I’d be lying if I said that masturbating to this happening a couple feet away from me didn’t make me cum harder than I usually would.

Following the dare I vetoed from that drunken night, Jess hadn’t let up in trying to initiate sexual contact between Ethan and I. If anything, she’d been trying even harder, maybe sensing my resignation that I knew she’d eventually get what she wanted.

It was hard to say no to her when this was something that was very visibly making her so happy, and if I’m being honest, also made our sex life together better as well.

One morning, Ethan had come into our bedroom while Jess and I were still lazing around in bed to claim his daily blowjob. This was mostly a formality now; Jess would often suck him off more than once per day, or blow him earlier in the day and fuck him later.

This morning I was naked in our bed, but didn’t really mind Ethan seeing me completelyl nude any more, just as he didn’t mind me seeing him in the buff (I know, I know, that’s different).

Ethan stepped up to the bed already sporting a half-boner and pointed to it without speaking a word. Jess pulled out of her position cuddling me and dove on the hard cock with glee.

After a solid thirty seconds of sucking and licking, Jess slyly told me to “Come over here!” Ethan’s cock was how fully hard, a really impressive piece she held up in one hand with some effort.

“I don’t want to suck it,” I said, hesitantly climbing closer to Jess and the cock.

“I know, I just want to try something,” Jess giggled, clearly having some impish little trick planned. I brought my head closer to hers but still out of range of Ethan’s massive member.

Jess then quickly swung Ethan’s cock from the base, slapping it into my face, and burst out laughing, and Ethan even chuckled a bit. I thought I was far enough away from the penis, but it was longer than I thought, especially up close.

My mouth dropped open out of shock and I jumped back, yelping “Ow!” It was an instinctive reaction, but even though I wasn’t really in pain, I was surprised by the hit.

His cock was WAY heavier than I expected; the thump to the side of my face actually shook me. Even after the events of the past few months, it was also weirdly one of the more emasculating things that had happened to me – this was the most Hüseyingazi Escort literal version of Ethan proving he was more of a man than I was, and it even hurt a little.

I’d come into contact with this cock before, but hadn’t had it shoved in my face before, and definitely not in a context this humiliating. Jess was clearly enjoying her little prank.

“Oh my god, it actually left a mark on your face!” she laughed. “Why don’t you cock slap Ethan back for revenge?” This made her grin even more.

Unfortunately for Jess, I knew Ethan wouldn’t be down for this, but he didn’t have to say anything because I sheepishly backed off anyway. There was no way I was going to emasculate myself so directly by attempting to hurt someone back with this little dick.

Still, Jess took her first step toward getting me into contact with her favourite cock. I was really embarrassed in the moment, but seeing my face in the mirror later and still having the print from his dick visible on my cheek turned me on in retrospect.

A small part of me wanted Ethan to make me his totally the way he did with Jess. The kind of attention that comes with being taken like that was very desirable to me.

The cock slap also kickstarted acts where Ethan would dominate me directly, instead of just indirectly through Jess or with her around. For instance, one time I was walking through the apartment to grab a snack for Jess, who was waiting back in our bedroom.

I was in the kitchen in nothing but a dark purple g-string of Jess’. I heard Ethan moving around behind me and wondered if he had seen me. Suddenly, I got pushed down, now bent over the counter.

With my ass pointing out, Ethan gave it a harder spank than he had before, and my dick almost instantly shot up behind the purple fabric.

“Don’t let me catch those buns around here again, or there’s more where that came from,” Ethan joked. I still wasn’t sure if this was just fun roughhousing for him, or if he was starting to get off on dominating me.

When I got back to the bedroom, Jess took less joy in the snack I’d brought her than she did in the large handprint spanning my whole right butt cheek. I wished that handprint could have lasted way longer than it did.

Jess’ job usually allowed her a lot of flexibility, but there was a point around a month after the big drunken dares night where it required her to go on a business trip that would last a few weeks.

She kept letting me know how much she’d miss me and spent more time hugging and cuddling me in the days before the trip.

The last few days before Jess left, she was also very careful to take advantage of her remaining time by having as much sex as she could. It just happened that most of this was with Ethan.

They were fucking all over the apartment, on the couches, in the shower, in our bedroom. They even fucked a bunch in Ethan’s bedroom, which made me wonder what they did in there that they needed the privacy.

The last night, Jess did set aside time to give me a blowjob on our bed. She was licking me up and down my shaft tenderly and kissing the head with loving care. She was aroused enough by handling a dick that she was impatiently wiggling her hips around, a sight I enjoyed while getting sucked because she was wearing only a revealing thong.

“Make sure you take care of Ethan while I’m gone too,” she said in a tone that was somewhere between joking and lecturing me. I didn’t know what I could do to take care of a grown man who she wasn’t even dating.

Outside the door, we could hear Ethan enter the apartment and walking by our bedroom.

“Ethan! Come fuck me!” Jess called out to him. My heart sunk a little bit, as I was hoping we’d get to spend a little time alone the night before she left. The idea of a threesome with Jess (as opposed to the alternative of a twosome between them while I’m just present) did appeal to me though.

Ethan came in, saw her laying prone on the bed in her thong, and got straight to business, stripping down his pants, giving his cock a few jerks, pulling her thong aside, and impaling her.

Jess distractedly continued to suck my dick with more excitement, and the energy got to me faster than I’d like to admit. I came in her mouth within a minute of Ethan entering her, but that was just the beginning for them.

Ethan kept pounding against Jess’ round ass for over twenty minutes after I blew my load, and she got off twice during that time. Spending our last night together for the next few weeks by having her get fucked senseless on top of me, staring right into her face as a bigger man kept her in a state of ecstasy, was not my top choice.

Eventually, Ethan came inside Jess (an act I think was rushed on purpose as a favour to me, because he often would last many times longer than that), and we spent the night cuddled together, her twiddling with my little dick with one hand while still full of another man’s cum.

We kept in contact by text and phone calls whenever we could, and Jess didn’t stop giving Hüseyingazi Escort Bayan me requests to try to push me out of my comfort zone, even though she was across the country.

She still made me wear her panties while she was gone (I almost wonder if she left most of her more revealing ones back home for me), and took it one step further by stopping me from wearing any other clothes over them around the apartment.

I purposely tried to stay out of our bedroom as much as possible, secretly hoping Ethan would catch me and teach me a lesson.

During video calls, she had even started giving more extreme requests if Ethan was also around the apartment, knowing that she’d be able to catch sight of them on camera.

“Give Ethan a kiss on the cheek!” she giddily giggled through the phone in earshot of him.

“Lay it on me bro,” Ethan joked. It was an innocent enough demand so I didn’t have a problem walking over and giving him a peck on the cheek with the phone camera pointed toward us for Jess to see.

She smiled so widely she couldn’t contain it, and squealed when she heard the sharp crack of a spank as Ethan took the opportunity to smack my bum (clad in cheeky panties with a floral pattern today) as I leaned in.

Another time, she upped the ante, demanding “Hold his cock up for me, I miss it! I want to see it!” I’m sure she did, but also suspected this was just a ruse to get me to handle Ethan’s penis directly. The excuse was plausible enough though for me to reluctantly do it for Jess.

Ethan heard the call from across the room, stood up, and pulled his tight briefs down (we’d taken to both hanging around the apartment in our underwear often now that it was more of a man cave for us guys). His flaccid but still massive cock swung out, and I knelt in front of it, and pointed the camera at us.

This was the first time I’d held his cock in my hands. I had gotten a sense of the weight of it when it had clubbed me in the face, but that was for a fleeting second. It was another thing entirely to have it resting in my hand.

Holy shit, this thing really was fucking HUGE. This was a weapon. My hand could barely close around it and it wasn’t even fully hard.

“Oh my god! This is hot!” Jess squealed, and I snapped out of my daze. Without realizing it, I had subconsciously given Ethan a couple light slow strokes, and the cock was beginning to harden. I let go, embarrassed, and Jess and I continued our call.

I kept swallowing as our conversation began again, now realizing that my mouth had been watering hard. I later reflected on what had happened. If I was being honest with myself, I had begun to really like Ethan’s cock. Or maybe it was just what it represented, his domination over me.

Either way, I masturbated in my bedroom thinking about it for the first time. Not just what it would do to Jess, but what it could do to me.

A week into Jess’ trip, she texted me to let me know she had gone out to experience the nightlife in the city she was staying in, had brought a guy back to her hotel room, and that they had slept together.

She told me non-chalantly, as if it were as casual an act as picking up some takeout. It made me feel more jealous than I expected, but it wasn’t outside the realm of what had already happened in our relationship.

Jess had blown Ethan’s friend a while back. That had been a part of a dare though, but Jess must have known I was turned on by it on some level, since I had cum in her panties while it happened.

After letting the idea settle into my head, I even began to like it, especially with the added degree of separation (maybe it would have hurt me more if I was watching it happen in front of me). Reading about it through texts after it had happened in another city didn’t sting the same way.

I asked her to let me know when she was going to sleep with other guys on the trip under the guise of it being a safety issue. Between this tacit endorsement of her fuckings and how she’d seen me react to being cucked in other ways, though, I think Jess correctly surmised this was just for me to learn things that turned me on.

After that, Jess had some kind of sexual encounter almost every other night. This was believable, she was really hot in a universal way, and her aggressive energy made it easy for her to find hookups.

I was getting off to nothing but those texts for over a week, knowing she was getting completely fucked by a new cock every couple days. I pictured her sucking a wide range of dicks, though all still bigger than mine (statistically, this wasn’t a wild assumption to make).

I started to get lonely though, and texts can only a cuck so far. It had been a couple weeks since Jess and I had held each other. I had some light contact with Ethan, if you can call it that, but that was barely anything, and I was hungry for Jess’ physical touch.

“I really miss sex with you,” I told her, “Especially feeling your touch.” She frowned at this.

“Well, I know Ethan’s been feeling the Escort Hüseyingazi same way, he misses fucking me a lot.” Wow, we didn’t talk about our feelings much, but I hadn’t guessed that Ethan would be missing the lack of contact as much as I was.

“I have an idea. I think it would be so fucking hot, now I really want you to do it,” Jess said in a dirty tone.

“I don’t want to fuck a guy,” I interjected quickly.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t fucking,” Jess reassured me. “It’ll be so fucking sexy, when you do this I’ll make it worth your while when I get home.”

Well, that piqued my interest. To be honest, I wouldn’t mind some physical contact with Ethan, and cuddling with him or whatever this was would be nice, coupled with the promise of extra attention from Jess when she returned.

“Let Ethan get off between your thighs or something. It’s not really fucking, nobody’s going in anyone. You’ve already touched his cock with your hands, so legs are nothing.”

This caught me off-guard as I tried to weigh the pros and cons. Her arguments so far seemed to make sense…

“You don’t even have to do anything, I’ll talk to Ethan and you just have to lay there.”

The more I thought about it, the more I filled with a nervous embarrassed excitement. Was this something I actually wanted?!

“I don’t know…” I said as much to preserve some dignity in our relationship as to convince myself I wasn’t a complete pushover.

“Pleeeeease! It would be so hot to me.” Jess switched into a more seductive tone. “It makes me want to jump your bones when I come back just thinking about it…”

Okay, moment of truth. This was a big step. Was I sure I wanted to do something this gay? Jess wasn’t even in the apartment, and Ethan would be essentially fucking me. Maybe it was the loneliness or desperation that came with my girlfriend being away for weeks…

“Alright, fine!” I blurted out coyly, faking reluctance to save face. Jess being the organizing force behind this at least gave me plausible deniability that this wasn’t something I wanted, but the more the reality of the situation sunk in, the more excited I felt.

My heart began to beat at breakneck speed, and my cock shot up perpendicular to my body as Jess squealed with glee, and hung up.

What should I wear? What did Ethan like? He seemed to react more when I wore thongs, so I grabbed a flattering bright pink one with lacy trim from our panty drawer. I pulled it on, and quickly looked at my butt in the mirror in the room to make sure it was framing my ass well.

I answered an incoming call from Jess, who excitedly said “Okay Ethan’s down, he’ll be over in a couple minutes.” She was so giddy, it created a feedback loop where it made me nervously smile, which made her squeal even more.

“Let me see what you’re wearing,” she demanded. I pointed the camera at the mirror so she could see her thong I had put on. “Oh my gooood, you’re so cute! Now set the phone up so I can watch!”

I propped it on our dresser, and climbed onto our bed, laying on my stomach, which was full of butterflies.

Finally, Ethan burst into the room, completely naked with a bottle of lube in his hand. His fully erect cock bounced with each step, and my body tensed up in excitement.

Wow, this was really happening.

Ethan didn’t say anything besides an “Mmmmmm” as he looked at my little bottom, and I wondered if he was as nervous as I was. Regardless, judging by his huge cock, he was ready for this.

Jess was already alternating between moaning and letting out “Oh my god!”s as Ethan climbed onto the bed and squirted some lube on my legs. The cold of the lube made me tense up for a second, and I held my thighs together as tightly as I could.

I sensed Ethan looming behind me, and then felt it. The head of his cock touched the back of my legs and pushed its way in with the rest of his cock following. It just kept going and going… holy fuck he was huge.

I could feel how hard he was, how much the sensation of squeezing into my soft thighs was turning him on, and it made my little dick hard underneath me. Ethan started speeding up, and each thrust just pushed me further and further.

This was the first time I’d physically experienced Ethan’s cock in a sexual way, and Jess was right – it WAS so fucking hot. In Jess’ thong with this massive man-cock ramming between my legs, I had handed over any remaining dignity or semblance of manhood to him.

Still, Ethan found more ways to make me completely his in that moment. His arms were on other side of me on the bed, holding himself up, but now he had grabbed my arms, pinning me down while his cock pumped into my thighs.

At this point, I stopped trying to stifle any sounds I would involuntarily make, and just started moaning. The sensation between my legs was too fulfilling to try to pretend otherwise.

I couldn’t have moved even if I wanted to, but right then I wanted nothing in the entire world more than to keep being held down and dicked by this huge thick cock.

Every so often, one of Ethan’s jabs would bring his cock head right up against my ass and I would reactively clench, but the thrill was a complete turn-on. The occasional smack on one of my cheeks signalled to me that this thong was also turning him on; I kept my thighs pressed tightly together for Ethan and perked my ass out even more.

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It was midnight here in Fiji. I sat alone next to the dining room table, adjacent to the walk-in kitchen of our tan and pearl home on the pier. All the lights were out, save for a few dim candles that I decided to ignite for a more pleasant scent. Hand under my chin, and sipping a decent glass of wine, I lounged and ruminated about all that had occurred to bring me to this point. Specifically, I thought about how impossible it was that I have not seen Leon… for a month.

A whole month now. This just… can’t be happening.

Things were supposed to be different when Leon got promoted with the contractors, after pouring his heart and soul into his last job. He put that effort into everything about his life. It’s why I fell in love with him when we first met as twenty-somethings. I still love and support him, three years later, as his wife and partner through every obstacle in life that we have faced so far.

Not to brag, but being married to a man with a career like Leon’s does have its advantages. One of the perks we received upon his promotion was an opportunity to relocate to one of the company’s production locales: the island of Viti Levu in Fiji. Our home was a generously spacious beach house on a smaller island in the south called Vatulele, which lay on a wooden pier that stood above the shallow coast.

To be honest, as a young woman way too accustomed to a monotonous, near-deafening lifestyle in the Northwest, I couldn’t believe how vibrant and beautifully empty the whole place was. The sun-kissed gold white sand felt good on bare feet that had only known carpet, hard flooring, and the occasional patch of grass from a park I may visit. Behind such vast beaches were illustrious groves of verdant tropical plant life, like the tall coconut palms that slightly sag towards the earth, and its shorter cousins of ferns and bushes that blanketed the ground below.

More captivating than any of that was the water that lapped at the shore, and the boundless ocean that stretched endlessly to the horizon. The blue sea shone like glass and reflected my young face perfectly, save for the ripples cast by the waves along the coast. Colorful fish, sea lions, and turtles all made their homes in the coral and rocky terrain below the water, and it was always the perfect temperature to swim in, even at night. I so desperately wanted to just plunge into the water around me as we traveled the island by boat towards our new home, exploring the depths with Leon close at hand.

But I made a promise to wait for him after he got work done in his new position at Viti Levu. In the meantime, I would do some more mundane hobbies at home while also making friends with neighbors and the locals on the island. Things were enjoyable to start off despite being alone, and the fact that he promised me that it would take no more than a few days before he returned assured me that things would not be boring for long.

Then a few days turned into a week. Then two. Then three. And now here I am close to over a month with no sight of the one I love.

It’s not like I was isolated or deprived of social life. The locals on the island were all very lovely people and assured me that all my needs were looked after. But they didn’t fill the same need as having Leon around. The way he cared for me as a friend and a lover was far too special to be managed by anyone else. His physique and stable career were small treats compared to his natural charisma. Some would scoff at the idea of soul mates when talking about romance, but if they were right, then my husband was undoubtedly the exception that proved such an unflattering rule.

But that same dedication was also his curse since he worked day and night to afford every luxury that we now have. My biggest fear, irrational as it may be, is that he will be too caught up in what he is doing and lose sight of me. I don’t want to sound selfish, but the way we always looked out for each other made it that much harder to rule out the possibility. I had to have faith and know that he would come back, but…

I heard a small drop in my wine glass that just barely splashed the maroon tonic inside. Looking down, I barely registered how puffy my eyes were becoming, and the faint wet trail across my cheek that scaled down my chin, where the tear fell into the wine. I guess being alone like this made me more of a nervous wreck than I thought. I needed to relax, to unwind from this dark abyss of doubt that I kept digging myself into.

And I knew the wine couldn’t do it for me.

Wiping my eyes with my free hand, I left the glass on the table and walked with purpose to the far end of the kitchen. Opening a small shelf next to the stove, I pulled out a green, plastic box with the letters “THC” plastered on it and opened it to reveal a small assortment of colorful gummies. A batch that was quite… special if you get the picture. Just another benefit of this comfortable lifestyle that we now have.

The waxing crescent moon gazed at me like a sleeping giant, barely opening one of its great, shining Gülveren Escort eyes to gaze half-awake at the planet below. It shone brighter than it ever would have on the mainland where I grew up, where streetlights and the glow of towers would’ve drowned out the heavens. Myriad stars glittered around the pale slice, accentuating its otherworldly beauty with their twinkling applause. A natural evening sky like this, with nothing to sully its trove of sparkling specks of light, seemed to me more beautiful than a painting or well-placed picture could ever hope to recreate.

I’m not usually this poetic about the world around me. I’m sure it’s the edibles that are working their magic in my system. All I needed was two of them to really set the mood right because only one would give me just a plain, unsatisfying buzz. Go above three and… well, let’s just say I know a few friends from college that can better recollect the mania that I went through of my volition. I’ve learned from that experience that too much is never a good thing to go for and that there is always an ideal dose for everybody.

I’m certain that I felt mine at this moment, after waiting for close to an hour for the effects to kick in. Every part of my body felt pleasingly lax, gentle heat radiating from my exposed skin. My breathing came in slow and naturally as I felt a subtle heartbeat in my ears, like the thrumming of a distant jungle drum. Although my eyes felt half-tired, every color that I picked up from the stars seemed more vibrant than ever and made the once-black night sky a deep shade of navy blue instead.

My head, the brain that once shrouded itself in a veil of doubt and sadness, felt like it was just… let loose, like a balloon released from its indentured servitude from the child carrying it as it rose to the clouds. It was free from every trouble that once sullied it, and every good idea that I could have while sober seemed doubly as lovely while under the influence of the power that now coursed through my veins like a steady stream.

Of those ideas, three came to mind that seemed the loveliest. The criteria that I felt needed doing lest the experience I felt be for nothing.

Firstly, there was the idea to row our humble dingy out into the reef just outside of our beach house. At one end of the sun-bleached blue boat, I tied the longest piece of rope I could find onto it, and tethered the other end to the pier, ensuring that I had a guaranteed way to get back and not be lost out in the distant sea. When that was done, I paddled out into the water, slowly, for what felt like a good minute before the gentle tug of the rope told me that I had reached my limit, however far that was. Looking back, I saw that it was respectably way out into the reef, as the house looked like it could fit into the palm of my slender hand.

Secondly, I went out on this tiny little boat… naked. Nude. In the buff. Seemed like a safe idea in the middle of the night on such a small island, right? I thought so, at least, and I thanked myself for taking that risk because the sensations that I now felt in and out of my body would be nowhere near half as good if I wore clothes or a bikini.

Most prominent was the gentle sea breeze that brushed against my lithe frame, peaked nipples, unbound hair, and especially the uncovered, shaven nether regions. It seemed to kiss or graze me, tenderly touching my body like a pious priest would worship a statue or likeness of their goddess with the utmost care and reverence. The same wind noiselessly rocked the boat on waves that seemed almost desiring to be as calm as they can possibly be, tipping the boat just right to feel like a baby’s cradle.

Everything at this moment was perfect. The star-studded sky. The touch of nature upon my bare, unafraid body. The wonderful effects from the treat made my blood flow like milk and honey. I didn’t want it to end. I could be content to just lie on this raft forever, lost in the phenomena that now enveloped me like a pleasant mist. What could be better than what I feel now?

Then my foot grazed against an obvious rubber object, and, at once, I remembered what that third wonderful idea was.

Before taking off into the water, I lazily grabbed a pair of pastel pink flippers and a blue diving mask that I knew would fit my face perfectly and tossed them into the boat for a later time. A time that has come now. A time that I wanted to share with Leon first in this glorious, perfect ocean. It seemed I wouldn’t have the chance quite yet sadly, given the recent developments or lack thereof.

So why wait? I thought plainly to myself back on the pier. You’ll get your time with him soon enough. For now, this is a moment that you cannot afford to let slide. Just let loose. Swim, Priss. Swim.

Gracefully, as if my body moved of its volition rather than my own command, I sat upright in the boat and carefully put on my equipment. The rubber soles of my flippers slid onto my feet easily and clung tightly once I got the foot hole wrapped snugly against Escort Gülveren my ankles. After that, I lifted the mask, inspected it under the generous moonlight, and expertly placed it around my head, lifting the front of my hair as I pushed the lens against my face. The rubber skirt clung to my cheeks and forehead, and the airtight seal of the mask was set.

Before everything else was to come, I made sure to breathe. Slowly. Deliberately. I would take in long, calm inhalations and exhale just as much out. I made sure my diaphragm and abdominal muscles worked in tandem to get as much oxygen from the sweet island air as possible. To further accentuate the motion, I repeated a mantra that would keep my mind centered and bring me as close to inner peace as I could physically be.

In… out… in… out… in… out…

I repeated the motions and the thoughts for as long as I deemed fit, and then, with a final deep breath, I leaned backward on the edge of the dinghy and let gravity guide me into and below the evening waves.

You wouldn’t be able to guess how I longed for it, but I used to be pretty adverse to the idea of going anywhere near water, let alone swimming under the surface like I was now. I knew a friend who nearly drowned at the pool when I was little, and they were only saved because the lifeguard was thankfully close by at the time. Even though I wasn’t that kid, the fear I saw from them as they panicked and coughed up water made me not want to go anywhere near a body of water for quite some time.

I admitted this fear to Leon about a month after we started dating after he came out to me about his trypanophobia (fear of needles, for the uninitiated). He laughed in admitting that he would probably never get over getting a shot, but he told me that it wasn’t impossible to get over my fear of water.

“It sucks that your friend had to go through that,” he told me that night at our local pub at the time. “Still, you don’t have to let that moment affect your own experience. I can even help you get over it if you’d like!”

I gave him a half-smile while we sat at the bar, not saying yes but definitely considering what he had in mind. Glancing over, I saw a football game in its last few seconds of runtime. The home team was planning to do a Hail Mary to just beat out the visitors, though it looked like an impossible play to make. It seemed a decent excuse to make a bet out of.

“Tell you what,” I proposed to him. “That team turns their play into a win, then I’ll take up your offer. Deal?”

With a chuckle and clack of our glasses, Leon agreed with a confident “Deal!”

So that impossible play inevitably became quite possible, and I, against my better judgment, went with Leon to our local pool to somehow get over my fear of swimming. I was sour from the whole experience to start with, but then I found it was worth the trip to see Leon in his swim shorts while we visited.

In my eyes, my husband is the right kind of fit for me. My experiences at the gym have made me somewhat adverse to men who always tried too hard either to bulk up like rhinos on the weights or went way too toned during cardio. I suppose it’s flattering for some women, but I just found it kind of gross that they spent so much time on their bodies.

Leon was an exception because he just worked to be healthy without putting in so much effort on a machine or bizarre diet. He simply focused on being active, having controlled portions, and only pushing his body to reasonable limits of exercise. This led to a naturally handsome young man, tanned golden and with subtle muscle tones, that was easy for anyone to fall head-over-heels for.

Leon’s form was also evidence of his casual love for swimming, as he always enjoyed the activity since middle school and well into his late college years. His job kept him from being a committed athlete to the sport, but I like to think he could’ve made the Olympics if he stayed on a different track career-wise.

For my part, I was a natural compliment to his natural physique, and the one-piece swimsuit I wore on that first trip accentuated my femininity effortlessly. Still, even that was not enough to hide how unsure I was at the prospect of figuring out how to swim. Not afraid, per se, just… uncomfortable enough to be noticeable.

Leon’s immediate solution? He held my hand through almost every part of my introduction to the water. It was a special handhold that he gave me just for the occasion, not half-hearted like a jock dragging their cheerleader bunny out into some haunted house attraction. His palm was intentionally pressed against mine, and our fingers curled around one another like entwined palm trees weathering a hurricane. It was a gesture that spoke more than simple reassurance; it was a wordless passionate promise to each other.

Whatever happens, we’re in this together. Never doubt that.

Our hands were locked like this from the very start when we simply walked out into the shallow end to feel the water envelop our legs. Gülveren Escort They remained close when we lay on our backs in the water, began to stroke out into the deeper ends of the pool, and submerged ourselves under the pool to hold our breaths. His warm, strong hand lay securely in mine, and all the fears I had about getting in the pool melted like an ice cube in a sauna.

The feeling of his hand stayed with me as we continued our training, long after he stopped holding on to me. It stayed true as I began to swim laps, jump off the board, and go underwater as deep into the pool as I could while extending my breath-hold time. We got so engrossed in the hobby that we even took a few snorkeling and scuba courses after getting used to our natural swimming ability. I couldn’t have predicted how fun it would be using a tank, mask, and fins to support my steadily growing love for the aquatic lifestyle, and after our eventual marriage, it seemed evident that we had to take this newfound joy to distant shores.

Let me admit up front: every headache and dead end that we went through to get to this shore was so much more than worth it. My only experience in water of any kind was chlorinated, boxed off, and sometimes a bit too cold to be worth any more than a few minutes. It’s better than nothing when the hot summer starts to bear down on you, but anyone who’s never had the chance to swim in real ocean water before is missing out on the best experience of their lives, the influence of cannabis notwithstanding.

Everything below the water churned with life. It’s almost as if I can hear the water, sand, salt, and microscopic nutrients vibrating in aquatic harmony, and it gave me as much comfort as genuine laughter between friends and family. This warm water was heaven upon my skin, feeling like liquid silk that draped me in a full-body dress of marine ambiance. It gave me goosebumps to a degree, but moreover relieved my senses, like a soothing bath after a hard day on a laborious job.

As if the setting wasn’t wonderful enough, the pressure of the water was as close to perfect as a human like me could endure. The problem with diving out into deeper waters was that the volume of the water can become quite noticeable on our bodies. Go into depths at the mid and upper hundreds of feet, and it becomes overwhelming to any one person without protective equipment or proper training. The tropical waters surrounding my new home, mercifully, went no deeper than between twenty-five to thirty feet, which meant that the pressure exerted on me was lighter and more comforting than being out in the open sea.

Putting all these factors together, it did not feel like I was merely swimming on this unfamiliar beach. In my elevated state, it felt like I had returned home, swiftly embraced, and caressed in the arms of some ancient being. At this moment, the sea was a magnificent primordial mother, whose children were all born from the endless whole, and she invited me back into her loving breadth so that I could feel life as it always should have been.

I accepted her invitation with all haste, and I dove through her as a hawk would soar through the sky. I stroked and kicked to the rhythm of the sea, sinking or rising at a moment’s notice as my body pumped and extended muscles to traverse this new world. An unexpected yet invigorating swimmer’s high was built up and combined with my self-induced feeling. My naked frame tingled with latent energy, and my mind was painting a tapestry of sensation as I closely inspected my surroundings, where faint slivers of moonlight illuminated the rock and sand in a velvety glow.

I wasn’t so lost in this glorious moment of my life to not realize that I still needed to breathe to enjoy what I saw. Every minute or so I rose gently to the surface, and my head and shoulders would pop out to be reinvigorated by clean Fiji air. It felt like ambrosia as it refilled my lungs, and I sucked upon it reverently as I repeated my mantra before diving back in.

In… out… in… out… in…

Upon that final breath, I once more dove back in the water, and the process continued for what was, realistically, a little over half an hour. In my state, it felt like an entirely different lifetime. One where the pains and prejudices of the surface were cast aside, and my only goal was to be in the presence of the ocean matriarch forever. I would dolphin-kick and glide across the sea, explore and wriggle through openings in rocks and coral, and stroke the soft sand with my fingertips. I was at home on the modest and lovely coast, with only my mask, fins, and need for air reminding me of the life I was still ultimately tethered to.

Tethered, I ruminate. To think that I need to go back up when all of this is over.

I delved into the inevitable idea as I sat, as best as I could manage, upon a stone coated in aquatic plants. My hands gripped the sides of the rock to give me purchase, and the cool, squishy matter felt pleasantly cool against my legs underneath. Against the refractions of underwater moonlight, I could see small schools of even smaller fish swimming around me, night owls in a place where most of the other creatures may be away or at rest deeper in the sea. They undulated in their groups around me, inspecting with curiosity this new mermaid that has been welcomed into their home.

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Cherry was still reeling from the sight before her. She’d spent all her time in captivity wondering what had become of her allies, but now that she had seen one of them with her own eyes, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to see the rest. Watching Bellwyn getting pleasured by the very woman who had imprisoned them from behind the cell bars was hard enough. It pained Cherry beyond words to see her beloved in such restrictive bondage, while dancing like a puppet for Zenith’s whims.

Bellwyn had always been willing to support Cherry, no matter what the situation. But now instead of being at her side she was passed out at the feet of Zenith. She had fully submitted to the sorceress and her perverse whims, seemingly without any hesitation. It was possible that she was under a spell or being threatened in some way, something that would deny her agency. And if she had seen it when she was first imprisoned, that’s what she would’ve believed.

However, since her initial imprisonment, Cherry had spent plenty of time pondering the motives of Zenith. There didn’t appear to be any weaknesses to her powers. Any attempts at fighting her off just ended up being another part of her game. As much as she wanted to believe that Bellwyn would remain as resolute and strong as herself, another part of her couldn’t help but wonder if she had simply given in. It wouldn’t be the most insane thing Zenith had managed.

“What do you want with me.” Cherry spoke in a low tone, her voice trembling on the verge of tears. “You brought Bellwyn here as part of your sick and twisted display, to get me to do something. Right? You’re still trying to get something from me. Not information or any real power, but to do something of my own free will.” As much as she hated it, Cherry was starting to understand the motives of her foe.

Zenith responded with a slow clap, the sound echoing through the dungeon walls. “Well done, you’re finally getting the hang of things. Although you shouldn’t be asking what I have planned for you.” She leaned forwards in her seat, a wide grin spreading across her face. “I need a court jester. Someone to amuse me and make me laugh while I sit upon the throne. Don’t you think you would be perfect for it?”

Cherry snorted in indignation. “You can’t be serious. You think I’m going to willingly debase myself to be a… a laughing stock for you? Now I know you’ve gone mad.” Cherry was starting to see red, the sheer audacity of Zenith finally getting to her. “I am the Crown Princess of Tirencia. This is my land by birthright, and I have worked my whole life to defend its people. I will not betray their trust, no matter what cost. So long as they have me to look up to they won’t fully submit to you.”

It was a gambit, but Cherry felt it was the best chance she had at an advantage. Zenith wanted her alive and submitting of her own will, that was part of her core ideas. Sure, she could use her magic to turn Cherry into a brainless puppet. But she knew that she wouldn’t. Zenith would try and crack her willpower, to break her resolve. It was why she had brought Bellwyn down here. If she wasn’t able to win in a contest of raw strength or magical prowess, Cherry just had to be stronger in her mind to compensate.

Unfortunately, her inspired speech appeared to have little impact. If Zenith was surprised she didn’t show it. “You’re in for a shock when you see just how readily the people turned on you and your mother. From your perspective you’re the dashing hero ready to save the townsfolk, but from their perspective it’s just replacing one monarch with another. But that’s not what we’re going to focus on today.” She snapped her fingers, and Bellwyn’s prone body began levitating in the air, growing brighter and brighter until she disappeared in a smallpop. “You’ll see her again, don’t worry. She’s moving on to the next phase of her training. As are you.”

Out of thin air, Zenith began weaving some sort of shape. Strands of magic began to coalesce into a solid form. It looked similar to a human torso, both in terms of size and overall shape. “Tell me, how familiar are you with voodoo magic?” Cherry blinked in surprise at Zenith’s question. “It’s a rather unique form of spellcasting. Much more focused on medicine and healing bodies. Really, it’s closer to science than actual magic.”

The spell was finished, and Zenith was holding in her hands a replica of a torso. The harsh lights of the dungeon reflected off the pale material. It was about the same size as Cherry, with stumps where the limbs and the head would be. And of course it had a pair of soft breasts that were clearly exposed. However, the entire thing was completely smooth. Cherry was reminded of something she’d seen in a tailor’s shop once, a model of the human body to show how a corset would look when worn.

“Voodoo has a bit of an unfortunate reputation. Because there’s one specific type of spell that people constantly associate with the practice, even though Demirlibahçe Escort it wasn’t particularly common. Regardless, I’ve used the ideas to whip up a wonderful new spell, just for you.”

Cherry wracked her brain to figure out what Zenith was playing at. She’d heard of voodoo magic before, but only rumours from distant lands or foreign travellers. The name was still familiar though. All at once, she remembered it – a story Bellwyn had told her from a recon mission. Someone had tried to create a voodoo doll, an object linked to someone else and able to transfer sensations. And while the mage in question had failed, Cherry had a horrible suspicion that Zenith’s new toy was an indication of her success.

“You’re… are you going to make a voodoo doll?” She tried not to let fear creep into her voice. “What’s even the point? I’m already completely at your mercy, so it’s not like this will change anything.” Cherry was deflecting in the hopes that Zenith could be dissuaded. Although she had learned that reasoning with the sorceress tended to be a waste of time.

“Well, I’m not strictly following their template. I’ve got my own spin to put on things. One that should make you a bit more… intimately connected.” Before Cherry could respond, Zenith began casting a rather complex spell. One that was directly targeting Cherry. She tried to muster a counterspell, but her prison had some sort of a runic barrier that prevented her from channelling any of her magic. All Cherry could do was wait for the spell to resolve.

She closed her eyes and braced for impact, waiting for the inevitable. The magic washed over her, and she felt the sparks running through her body. However, once it washed away, Cherry didn’t feel anything different. She opened her eyes again. Although she wasn’t naive enough to assume the spell had failed, there was no clear indication of what had changed.

Unfortunately, she soon found her answer. The torso replica Zenith was holding had started to glow. Specifically, the area between where its legs would be. Cherry watched in horror as the smooth and featureless space in what would’ve been the nether regions was replaced with an actual, real vagina. Its folds were clearly exposed, and the clit was just barely poking out from under its hood. Zenith traced her finger along the inner lip.

Immediately Cherry knew something was wrong. As Zenith touched the vagina on her bizarre talisman, Cherry felt it directly on her own body as if she were being touched herself. She tore her rags off, not caring for decency as she got a look at her own nether region. Sure enough, it was just as she had feared. Instead of a vagina Cherry had a flat blank area. She pressed her finger against the surface, feeling the cool rubbery material that had replaced her body. It melded seamlessly with her skin, resulting in an uncanny blank slate where her vagina should be.

“Quite a wonderful toy, this one is. Now I can do all sorts of fun things with you.” Zenith began slowly moving her finger along the insides of Cherry’s vagina, her motions methodical and deliberate. “Not only can I play with you from anywhere, but you can’t even touch yourself without my express permission. I’m not sure which part I like more.”

Although she was trying to keep her composure, Cherry was finding it difficult to remain stoic while being actively fingered. “This, urgh, doesn’t change anything. I’m still not going to submit.” She had seen Bellwyn’s corruption for herself, but that didn’t mean she was giving up hope. So far Zenith had been awfully quiet about Valia and Jinta. It was possible that even if they weren’t mounting a rescue mission, Zenith was having a harder time breaking them. Cherry knew she had to remain determined as well. “Don’t think I’m going to give up my duty as Princess just because of some fancy new trick.”

This time, Zenith outright cackled at her defiance. “Oh, you are just too funny. You’ll make an excellent jester. Go ahead and fight back all you want, it’ll just make your inevitable breaking so much sweeter.”

Zenith snapped her fingers, and a stone pedestal rose up from the ground. She placed the talisman bearing Cherry’s nether regions on top, and strangely enough, it simply floated in place. “Well, I’m going to be going for now. I’ll check in with you in a week or so, to see if you’ve still got that fiery spirit. For the record – I really hope you do. It’s no fun if you all break early.”

Cherry opened her mouth to spit back a response, but Zenith was no longer paying attention to her. She teleported away, out of the dungeon and presumably back to the throne room. Now with the sorceress gone, Cherry was once again left alone, but this time she had something to focus on. Something to stare at. She dressed herself once again, taking small comfort in her privacy. Even as she pulled her tattered clothes on, she felt the cool air of the dungeon against her vulva, Demirlibahçe Escort Bayan as if she was fully exposed with her legs spread wide. Which made sense, given the talisman across the room.

The hopelessness of her situation had sunk in long ago. In her days since imprisonment, Cherry had accepted that any victory wouldn’t come from brute force or magical skill, as they’d tried before, but from somehow managing to outmanoeuvre Zenith. A demon of lust and pride, one who was far too full of both for Cherry’s liking. Seeing the cruel fate Bellwyn had been left to was a harsh blow, there was no denying that. It was possible that Bellwyn was only acting or being coerced into following Zenith. But after everything she’d seen, that wasn’t a possibility Cherry could count on. Her own Mother had apparently given up the throne. One thing Cherry knew for certain was that she couldn’t count on anyone else, just herself.

Unfortunately, Cherry didn’t have long to ruminate with her thoughts. The stone pedestal across from her cell started to rumble, with something rising up from the sides. It was a metal rod of some sort, but with a large bulbous end at the tip. A tip that was pointed directly at her sex.

Cherry grimaced at the situation. She could clearly see her nether regions on the talisman, but she wasn’t able to interact with it from behind her bars. All she could do was watch as the bulbous part pressed against her vulva, unable to protect herself in any way.

She felt the pressure as if it were right between her legs. However, instead of penetrating her vagina as she’d expected, the rod began to vibrate. The bulb was soft, and it was large enough that it couldn’t really fit inside her. At first Cherry was worried it would try to force its way in. However, much to her surprise, it came to a stop while only pressing against the outer parts, without any penetration. She had to wonder what exactly Zenith was planning with this thing.

Her question was soon answered. Cherry let out a gasp in shock as the device started rumbling, its vibrations clearly audible from across the room. The odd shape suddenly made perfect sense to her. The bulbous head was the perfect shape to stimulate her entire groin, causing her to double over from the sensations. Of course, even with her hands clawing at the space between her legs, Cherry was unable to protect herself. The vibrating rod continued to pleasure her, and she could only watch it happen. The only saving grace was the fact that it wasn’t buzzing at a particularly strong level, just enough to keep her wet and aroused.

Evidently that was part of Zenith’s plan. She wanted to wear Cherry down, to play the long and slow game. That was something Cherry could do. Even if she was no longer capable of direct combat, willpower was an entirely different story. All she had to do was endure.

***

Several hours later, Cherry was starting to fully comprehend the effectiveness of Zenith’s plan. The vibrations hadn’t let up, and the constant buzzing was beginning to wear on her. They still hadn’t amped up in intensity, although by this point, Cherry almost wished that they would. Her sex was dripping with arousal across the room. Once again, Cherry furiously rubbed the space between her legs, and once again she felt nothing from it. It gave her no relief and only served to emphasise how helpless she was.

“Ugh. Fuck!” She was shouting at nothing, which she recognized as a bad sign. But at least it wassomething. Pressure was building inside of Cherry, and she was at least aware enough to acknowledge it. She tried to gather her thoughts. If she was this wound up already, waiting out Zenith would be even tougher than she’d anticipated. She had to come up with a grounding factor, something to keep her mind intact while enduring this torment.

Bellwyn had always been her grounding factor. Unfortunately, when she thought of Bellwyn now her mind was filled with images of her grinding for Zenith’s amusement and prostrating herself to their enemy. It was hardly the encouragement that she needed to make it through. Even worse was how the vibrations were tormenting her, keeping Cherry constantly aroused no matter what she did. Whenever she tried to think of a plan her mind inevitably turned to sex and getting off. They were still buzzing at a dull pace, frustratingly low enough to keep her on the edge and wound up.

Surprisingly, it was her thoughts of Valia that Cherry ended up using to stay focused. Her maid was one of her closest confidants, and was someone she had always counted on when times were tough. Only Cherry hadn’t been returning the favour. Something had been bothering Valia on the day of the ceremony, and she hadn’t really bothered to find out what. If she gave up now, she might never find out.

Cherry flopped down on her mattress, tossing and turning in place. There was no way to get comfortable. The only Escort Demirlibahçe thing she could count on was that her torment would continue, but now she had a tangible goal in mind. She needed to see Valia, to be there for her. Cherry had already failed Bellwyn. She had failed her mother. Jinta… if she was being honest, Cherry half expected Jinta to have run away. She couldn’t even blame her cousin if that was the case. But Valia, wherever she was, still had to be holding out and fighting for the kingdom. There was a good chance she was still trying to rescue Cherry herself. But Cherry knew better than to expect a rescue mission, not against the overwhelming force that was Zenith.

If she could endure, she could find a way to fix things. She could talk to Valia and thank her for everything she’d done. She could even try to help Meredith and Bellwyn get back to their old selves.

The vibrations pulsed with even greater intensity, shattering her train of thought and forcing her mind to once again focus on her arousal.

***

Even though it had been a few days, Zenith hadn’t once come to visit her. Cherry was left alone with her talisman, watching her sex get pleasured from the confines of her cell. The vibrators had long since stopped. They had been replaced by a pair of dildo’s thrusting into her, which had been replaced by something else. The constant assault on her vagina hadn’t let up for a moment, always tormenting her in one shape or another. At the moment there were a group of lewd tentacles toying with her, thrusting in and out with reckless abandon.

The only thing constant was how no matter what sexual depravity she was subjected to, it was never fully enough to let her cum. Sometimes she would be kept on a dull throb for hours on end. Sometimes she would have to put up with a slow yet steady fucking. And sometimes, like the present, she would be relentlessly pounded right to the brink… only for her climax to be ripped away at the last second.

Cherry could feel the tentacles writhing inside of her. She could see it from the other side of her bars, the talisman with her vagina still floating on a pedestal, the mess of tentacles below it eagerly groping upwards. She could feel their slimy bumps and ridges. She could see a small one reaching up and squeezing her clit, and felt its grasp in real time.

Her thoughts of rebellion and escape were growing fewer and further between. It took all of her mental strength to endure, to try and figure out how she would outlast Zenith. Part of her had accepted that this wasn’t going to stop. The only way she could be content is if she accepted that this would be her fate for an indeterminate amount of time, and if she could be satisfied with her current state, she’d be able to outlast anything. Like Sissyphus finding contentment in his punishment.

Had she been allowed a single orgasm every once in a while, this might’ve been possible. Except the constant edging and teasing was fully getting to her. Cherry had spent countless hours fruitlessly rubbing where her vagina should be, grinding it against the mattress and trying to finger herself through the soft material. It never worked. She could only rub the flat plate of the talisman and watch herreal vagina get pleasured just beyond her reach.

The tentacles picked up the pace. Cherry moaned as she braced for what was coming, feeling the intruder pump deeper inside of her at a rapid pace. It was going to stop before letting her orgasm. She knew it, and she didn’t have any way to stop it from happening. Her grounding thoughts were growing fainter and fainter as hope of her salvation slowly slipped away. Even her thoughts had transformed, and thinking of Belwyn simply fueled her own arousal. She thought of her love bound and helpless, used as a sex toy and a weapon for Zenith, trapped in her own perverse nightmare and completely at the lustful sorceress’s mercy…

The tentacles pulled out, leaving her sex twitching and desperate for the tiny amount of stimulation it would need to bring her over the edge. Cherry screamed in frustration.

***

She didn’t know how long it had been. Certainly days, but weeks? There had been no visitors. No more taunts from Zenith, and no reprieve from her punishment. Cherry lay on her mattress, the tattered remains of her clothes thrown in a corner.

Today’s punishment was possibly the cruellest of them all. Feathers. Simple feathers, lightly and gently tracing around her cunt. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat from the unending arousal. She was flushed and breathing heavily, a state which she had been in for far longer than could be healthy. All she wanted was to cum. One simple orgasm, one to let out all the tension that had been building, and she’d be okay. But it never arrived.

A mix of laughter and cries dribbled out of her mouth, echoing through the stone walls of her prison. She’d been foolish for thinking she could wait it out. Even more so for thinking she could be content like this. This was punishment, pure and simple. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. No goal to work towards, no point to enduring. Valia? She couldn’t help Valia. If she wanted to talk to her, the only way she’d be able to was to give in. To become Zenith’s Jester.

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Betty’s recovery was faster than Beth’s. Betty was conscious and able to understand commands. But she would not break her training. She still believed she would be punished if she stood up or acted like a woman. They would put her in the bed and when they came back, she would be on the floor, sleeping. She would eat out of her bowl but wouldn’t use her hands. Anna and Robert were beginning to think they would need drastic measures to break the spell. They just didn’t know what it was. They decided it did her no good to have her in a bedroom if she insisted on being a dog. They took her downstairs and let her sleep on the floor of the living room. It was Mary who finally figured out a way to begin to break the spell. Betty knew Mary and trusted her. She would follow Mary around the kitchen and lower level as she worked. Mary kept talking to her as Betty, telling her the bad man was gone, but it had no effect on Betty. It wasn’t until Mary got frustrated and pulled her up by her arms until she was standing up and yelled at her, “The bad man is dead. He is NEVER coming back to get you. He abandoned you. You don’t have to be a dog if you don’t want to, so snap out of it.” And she slapped her. Anna was nearby and couldn’t believe the exchange. She came running to stop Mary but froze when Betty stayed standing. She had a strange look in her eye. She just stood there, not moving. Anna started to get her, but Mary stopped her.

When Betty finally moved, it was to sit down on a kitchen chair. She sat still for a long time. Everyone came into the kitchen and watched her. Mary stood behind her waiting. She turned to Mary and said, “Bad man gone. Dog free?”

Mary hugged her and started crying. All of them started crying. The spell was broken. They had gotten through her fear. She was going to be okay.

When Robert came home, they told him about the episode. By then, Betty was talking and smiling. She had finally put some clothes on. She was going to be okay.

Robert came to see her. “Betty, it makes me so happy to see you smiling and talking. You are going to be okay. If you can tell me where your parents live, I will contact them for you. I know they are worried sick.” Betty told him everything about her parents.

Robert called them the next day to inform them their daughter had been rescued and was ok. They promised to fly out the next day and get her. By the time they arrived, Betty was a vivacious young woman again. There were no visible scars. Robert took the parents aside to tell them the story.

When he had finished, her mother was crying, and her father was angry. “How can they let this sort of thing happen? Why did someone stop it?””

Robert understood his anger. He was helpless to help her, and he hurts to see her hurt. “I understand your frustration, but she can go home with you today because someone did stop it. The club she liked, where she was convinced to leave with the couple, the manager of the club watched them leave. He waited for them to return over the next several days. When they did not, he called me. She had been kidnapped by an evil man who wanted to make her a dog. She was put in a kennel for days and her mind was warped. My young ladies and I interceded and rescued both her and the wife of this man.”

“Where is this man? I want to look him in the eye and tell him what I think of him.” The father was very angry.

Robert took him aside and quietly told him. “The man has been dealt with. He will never bother another person, ever again.” Robert looked the man in the eye until the father understood. He calmed down and hugged his wife. Anna brought Betty down from the upstairs. They had gotten her a new outfit and she looked so cute. Her mother ran to her and hugged and cried. The father waved Robert over.

“Who do I make the check out to?” He had his checkbook out.

“What check?”

“You didn’t know? I have had a $25,000 reward out for over six months. You have certainly delivered, and I need to give your people the reward. So, how do I make it out to?”

“Can you leave it blank for now. We are in the process of setting up our non-profit, but it is not ready yet.”

That is what the father did. He handed Robert the check, put his arm around his daughter, and the family walked out of their lives.

Everyone felt wonderful for a happy ending. Robert decided it was the perfect time to talk to them. He gathered everyone around the kitchen table. “I have decided we should start a non-profit to handle our expenses. I have sent the paperwork on a “PET RECOVERY LLC” in. We will just not tell the government that the “pets” we are rescuing are people, not dogs and cats.”

“This check will be the seed money for our business.” Everyone was hugging and kissing. Anna watched Mary go off alone. She was worried about Mary. She seemed so sad. Mary refused to say what it was. She kept saying she was fine, but Anna had seen that before, and she knew she was keeping something inside. Anna decided to tell Robert.

When they were alone in his office, Anna spoke up, “Robert, you must find out what is bothering Mary. She is so sad, and she won’t tell anyone about it. She will tell you. We need to help her.” Robert nodded and realized he had been so busy he hadn’t even noticed. Between work during the day and fucking one Boğaziçi Escort of the nymphos at night he was wore out. He found Mary in the kitchen cleaning while everyone else was celebrating in the living room.

“Mary, I need to talk to you. I can see you are sad. I need to help you to relieve your sadness. Please tell me what it is.”

She stopped cleaning and looked down. “I cannot, Mr. Wilson. It will pass. Please don’t make me tell you.”

“Ok.” He left her alone in the kitchen.

He went to Anna and told her about their conversation. “Anna, you must try to find out what it is. I will do anything she needs if she would only tell you. Please try and thank you for bringing this to my attention.”

Later that night, Anna came to Robert’s room. It was her turn, but he was exhausted. He was surprised to see her still dressed.

“Robert, I had a long talk with Mary. I know her problem. You are not going to like it, but you can do something about it.” She waited until he asked her what.

“She has no self-esteem. Her husband chained her in the basement because he had a pretty, young thing to fuck instead of her. He told her over and over she was an ugly old sow, good only for the slaughterhouse. Then she comes here. Every woman around her is younger and prettier and you are fucking them regularly. But you never even look at her. It just reinforces what he was telling her. She is too old and too ugly for you to want to fuck her. She is just the kitchen sow.”

Robert was stunned, but he knew Anna was correct. He could tell her that he didn’t fuck the rescues that were damaged emotionally, but that wouldn’t help. In her mind, Robert was reinforcing everything Winton had told her. Now that she has told Anna, she knows he will try to fuck her, but that will only reinforce in her mind the entire picture. Robert didn’t know how to fix this. “Thanks for telling me. You are right. I fucked this up. If I approach her now after she has told you, it will only be worse. I must find a way out of this. Maybe you should go to your room tonight.” Anna nodded and left.

The next morning, Anna caught Robert as he was coming down the stairs. “I ran into Mary as I was going to my room. She was surprised I was not with you. I told her you didn’t want to sleep with me last night. I thought I saw a small smile in the corner of her mouth. I think that might be it. You may have to declare a moratorium on all of us until we get even again.”

Robert knew she was right, again. He called a meeting at breakfast. “Ladies, I need a break. Until further notice, I will have none of you in my bed. I need to recharge my batteries. I don’t know how long it will be, but we will see.” He left the table to the sound of three women talking loudly and one older woman clearing the table while smiling.

He got another call from Pedro. Pedro was very happy about how the Winton affair turned out. Even Tony’s man came by while collecting the insurance and told Pedro they appreciated how he conducted himself.

“Robert, I have two problems. First, Dave was in here last night. I told him to leave, but it took a while. He is a problem. And, I have another problem. This is the opposite of Winton. Will you go see this man, please? He will need to explain it because I can’t.” Pedro gave him the address, but all Robert could think about was Dave. He was too young and too arrogant to understand the subtleties of business, and he was going to get himself into trouble.

When Robert got to the address, he knocked on the door. A thirty-five looking man opened the door and invited him in.

“You are Robert Wilson? Thanks for coming. I have a problem and I have no idea what to do about it.” He led Robert into the living room. On the floor of the living room was a thirty something woman, naked except for a dog collar. She was curled up in a ball. He had seen that before. What he had not seen before was the large Mastiff lying beside her. “That’s my problem. When we first married, I knew she liked role-playing as a dog. As time went by, she was more and more into it, and less as my wife. A year ago, she told me she was a dog, and that she liked being around my mastiff more than me. She will no longer talk to me. She is a dog now. I am divorcing her, but I don’t think she was listening. I don’t think she cares as long as she is around the dog. I haven’t seen her trying to actually fuck the dog, but she is around him all the time. We will probably have to shoot the dog to ger her out of here.”

“She seems to be deeply entranced in her fantasy. Does she have any family?”

“Her parents are dead. She has one older brother. I called him and asked him to come here. When he saw that, he told me she wasn’t his sister any longer. She was a bitch dog. He wants nothing to do with her.”

Robert felt for the young man. There was not a solution for this. Whoever took her would have to take the dog too. And they would have to take care of them both. If you killed the dog, she would go into mourning. People that get that deep into this fantasy will stay a dog. This is no longer a role play. She is a dog. Her mind is gone.

“Please sir, help me. I need her out of my house. I want to find a real wife that wants kids. I can’t have this in my house any longer. The divorce is final next week, and I have met a nice Escort Boğaziçi lady. She knows nothing of this. I am selling this house and starting over. I need to get them out of here before I can finish the sale.”

Robert had to admire the man. He was moving forward with his life. If he must, he will kill the dog, and have Robert take her. If she goes into mourning and wastes away, so be it.

“I need to consult with my colleagues. Let me call them.” He called the three women to meet him here. They arrived in 30 minutes. He met them at the door. “Ladies, I am about to show you one of the rarest conditions. There is no cure for this one. Follow me.” He led them into the living room. They saw the girl lying beside the big dog.

“She is now convinced she is a dog. Her mind may be gone. She hasn’t talked to anyone in months. She probably won’t talk to anyone ever again. The dog will attack anyone who gets close to her. We would have to kill the dog or sedate him to get her away from him. If we did that, and took her away, she would mourn for him and drift away. The husband needs his life back. He has divorced her and is selling this house to live a life as a man with a woman.”

The women went into the kitchen and talked among themselves. They had nothing for this. They didn’t really believe she thinks she’s a dog. They didn’t want to kill the dog. He is huge and he will get vicious if they try to take her away from him.

Robert got everyone together. “I can’t believe I am saying this, but I think we should take both with us. I don’t know what we are going to do, but we are more equipped than him to handle this.” The ladies were surprised, but it was his house, and they were his too. Whatever he wanted, they would do.

Robert told the man to leave them alone until he came back with a crew to handle this. It might take a week. Could he last that long? He agreed and they left.

During the week he had, he had a dog run put in the back yard. He took the large mud room in the back of the house and converted it to a dog pen. He put a drain into the floor and put dog beds in one side. He set up feeding stations. The two of them would be able to go outside and run in the dog run. He could let them out into a portion of the backyard. It had a strong, high fence that the dog could not get through. He came back to the house a week later. He brought a couple of other men with him. They had a tranquilizer gun and muzzles. They walked into the room. The big dog stood up and watched them. The girl watched from behind him. They decided to shoot him from the other room and close the door. As soon as they shot him, they closed the door. He almost broke it when he charged into it. They waited until it was quiet on the other side of the door. They went into the living room to see the dog down and the girl whimpering beside him. She was pushing his face, trying to get him up. One of the men came up behind her and dropped a loop over her head. He pulled it back and he had her by the throat. She tried to attack him, but the rod the loop was attached to wouldn’t let her get within striking distance.

She was too much trouble. Robert shot her in the ass. She could just go to sleep like her boyfriend. When they were both down, they tied the dog’s paws together and put a muzzle on him. They tied her hands and legs together and put a muzzle on her. She was a dog, and she was going to be treated like a dog. They lifted them onto dollies and rolled them out of the house.

“Thank you so much. How much do I owe you? I guess you could call it pest removal.” Robert had to admire his sense of humor.

Robert shook his head. “No, you’ve had enough trouble already.”

“No, I insist. I can give you a thousand dollars. I know you have spent far more than that, but that is all I have.”

“No, you will need that for another wedding. Take some advice from someone who has seen almost everything in fetish. Question the new girl carefully. If she has any fetishes, run.” They shook hands and left.

The girls were waiting when they got home. The men put the two of them on the dollies and pushed them into the pen. They then unbound them and left them to wake up on their own. The entire household came to see a small girl with a big dog. They wouldn’t believe if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes.

By that evening, both were wandering around the pen, checking their new territory. They were told the name of the dog was Roy. Roy went around marking the corners of his new home. He then headed for his bed, and she waddled toward hers.

The girls watched in a combination of fascination and horror. It was what they had been told, but they couldn’t believe it was real. That cured their idea of playing with a dog.

Robert knew he would have to make friends with Roy. After they had been there for a week and had settled in, Robert went into the pen. He was carrying steak, raw for Roy and cooked for Puppy. He walked up close to Roy, ignoring Puppy, and threw some steak in front of him. He was suspicious, but the smell of raw meat overcame his reluctance. While Roy was busy with the steak, Robert would put the cooked steak in front of Puppy. She would smell it, look at Roy for assurance, and finally begin eating it. Robert repeated this for several days until they were excited to see him. Boğaziçi Escort Bayan Roy finally let Robert pet him and scratch his ears. After a week of this, Roy didn’t pay any attention to Robert when he petted Puppy. Robert was able to get a good look at her. She needed some physical attention. He brought Mary with him to care for Puppy. They took the two of them out into the yard and let them play. While Roy was eating his steak, Robert turned the water hose on Puppy, and Mary gave her a bath. Roy just watched and seemed to be okay with it if they didn’t point the hose at him. While Robert was drying her off, Mary cut her hair short. It was ratty and tangled. Mary just cut it off into a bob. They then attacked her nails. They were long. Robert would hold her hands or feet while Mary trimmed them. They lastly brushed her teeth. She seemed to remember because she didn’t fight them much about that. She was now at least clean. They were now friendly with the two of them. Whenever Robert or Mary went into the pen, they would run to meet them and look for a scratch. They had pets, after all.

Robert had not been with any of the girls for two weeks. He now had an idea how to fix his problem with Mary. After everyone had gone to bed, he knocked on Mary’s door. She was shocked to see him there.

“Mary, may I come in?”

“Of course.” She stepped back and let him in. He went to the chair and sat down.

“Mary, I have a problem and I think you are the only one who can help me. Are you willing to try?”

“You know I owe you my life. I will do whatever I can.”

“This problem is not that. This is something you must do because you want to. You are under no obligation to do this for me. I will never bring this up again, and none of the others will ever know we had this conversation. Okay?”

She was really intrigued now. What could she give this man who had everything?

“You are aware of my sex life with these three young women. My problem is just that, they are young women. They are beautiful and willing, but sometimes they are too young. I can’t talk to them because they have limited life experience. I need someone who has life experiences that I can relate to. Do you understand that?” She could. She has trouble talking to these girls sometimes. They spend their time talking about things Mary doesn’t really care about.

“Here is what I am asking. I am asking you to come to my bed. I need to hold you and have you comfort me. I need someone closer to my age. I know you talked to Anna about this. The reason I didn’t approach you was you were a client. The other women came to me. I never asked them to come to me. I am asking you to come to my bed of your own free will. You must not believe anything your late husband said about you. You may be older, but you are still beautiful and desirable. It is the complete package I am looking for. Will you consider what I am asking of you?”

He sat and waited for her to decide. Mary was conflicted. On one hand, she felt he was probably trying to make up for ignoring her for so long. On the other hand, she would get to fuck this man who had saved her life. And she needed a good fucking in the worst way. In the end, it was the need that outweighed the reality. “I would be honored to come to your bed. When would you like to do this?”

He stood up and put his hand out for her hand. She stood up and took his hand. He led her down to his bedroom and went in. He took her into the bathroom and began running a hot bath. As it was running, he began undressing her slowly. Even though they both knew he had already seen her naked in the most compromising way, this was different. When she was naked, he kissed her softly and gently. She hadn’t been kissed like that in years. It made her knees weak. He steadied her and picked her up and put her into the warm water. He then began to wash her and massage her. He put a hair cover on her hair so it wouldn’t get wet. She closed her eyes and let the feelings of being a woman loved sink in. She hadn’t felt like this for a very long time. She felt so good, she fell asleep. She woke up when he lifted her out of the water. He wrapped her in a towel and took her to the bed. He laid her on the bed. She moved to the center of the bed. He came up from the foot of the bed and pushed her legs apart. When he was at the top of her legs, he bent down and began kissing and licking her womanhood. She was very wet. She hadn’t had anyone but herself do this for a very long time. She closed her eyes and let the emotions flow over her in waves. She came before he had even begun working hard. He didn’t stop but continued to fuck her with his tongue. She came again and he smiled. When she stopped shaking, he moved on top of her and entered her. She caught her breath when he entered her. He was bigger that she realized. She had never seen him naked. He was all man and she needed to relax to take everything he had. She desperately needed to take all of him into her. Robert could tell she was struggling. She probably hasn’t had a dick in her for a very long time. He made sure he didn’t go too deep as he fucked her. She was relaxing and her body took over. Her body grabbed his dick and opened for it. He was able to go all the way into her. They were mated. Two bodies entangled as one. She threw her arms around him and let every emotion pent up by years of abuse out of her body through her pussy. She screamed when she came. She came and came and flushed every bit of pain and anger out of her body as if his magnificent dick was shooting cleansing sperm. She finally collapsed in a heap of fluids. When he pulled out his juices came flowing out of her.

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Dave lie there on his back, helpless, Nurse Violet standing over him with one hand on her hip and the other pointed at him. The fact that the pointing finger was shiny with lubricant was not lost on him, but he just stared.

“This was a good start, but I’m going to need more from you.” She changed her aim to where the puddles of prostate fluid and cum that had slid off to either side when she’d fucked him to orgasm with her giant, strap-on enema nozzle had been moments ago.

“This… is not everything in you, we’ve just scratched the surface. My work isn’t finished, so let’s not have any complaints because I intend to complete it properly.”

When Dave had filled out the appointment request earlier, he’d selected the ‘deep milking’ package and thought for sure his shuddering, full body orgasm just a couple minutes ago was that because he was fully, completely satisfied. She’d pushed that big, textured silicone irrigator deep into him and pegged him mercilessly and he’d cum and cum but here he was, still restrained with his legs up in the air and ass hanging out over the edge of her examination- no, her _fucking_ table.

He knew he needed only to say a word, the magic safe word she’d given him at the beginning, and he could be on his way back to the hotel but something stayed his hand. Or, to be more specific, his voice.

As he’d been thinking about this, she had stepped off to one side, coming up next to him and brushing up against his hip. The thick latex glove on her right hand glistened as she held it up for him to see.

“Now that you are truly clean, I can put my fingers more deeply into you without worrying that you’ve done a lazy or half-ass…” She paused for a second, chuckled at that, then continued. “Half-ass job preparing yourself.” She pursed her lips and reached down between his legs with her wet glove without looking away from his eyes and a moment later, he felt one of those big fingers nudge itself up against his recovering asshole. It began to work its way around in a circle, lightly massaging the outside ring as she continued.

“I’ve found that my clients can’t always be trusted. There are some who don’t follow my directions properly, some who perhaps don’t know better, and some….” She jabbed the finger in suddenly and he grunted as she sank it in up to at least a knuckle. “Some who do everything right the way you did, and that makes me even more suspicious.” The finger pushed in even deeper. “What are you hiding? Will I find a buried treasure?” The finger found his prostate and he groaned as it poked it, sending a fresh wave of sensation through his body.

She pulled the finger out in a single motion. “Perhaps Akdere Escort Bayan not treasure, but I think we certainly found _something_.”

She leaned over to reach under the table for more lubricant. He could hear it going again as she pumped it.

*squirt*

*squirt*

Pavlov would have a field day with this, he thought as he felt his dick twitch at the sound, then start to slowly grow. It had been mostly soft during the assault on his ass a few minutes earlier from the confusing mix of emotions he’d felt between being fucked by someone else, the pressure of the enema, the ramming against his prostate, and the crowd… wait, no, he thought, realizing, he hadn’t known about the crowd watching when he came. Not consciously, at least. But as he thought about them, his cock twitched again and began to grow even faster. The wall of faces looking in, leering, their presence made possible by the malfunctioning electric curtains opening as he was being fucked. The last thing he had seen before the curtain had closed was the two women he’d passed earlier on the street watching him with wide-open mouths but then the curtain was closed.

Now with more lubricant on her glove, Nurse Violet stood back up and moved her gloved hand towards his ass then paused at the sight of his rapidly growing penis.

“Well hello there.” She looked at it a little disapprovingly, then waved a lubed finger at it. “I think we’ll have something for you in a little bit, but not…” She returned it to his ass and firmly slid it back in, bringing fresh lubrication, “right now.”

Dave squirmed a little as her finger probed more deeply. After a couple seconds, he felt it come to rest on his prostate again.

“First, we’ll be working on this directly. I prefer to get the easy parts out of the way first.” His eyes widened at that. What did she mean, easy parts? As he thought, she pulled the probing finger out and a moment later, he felt two slide in.

Having just been fucked by her a few minutes earlier, his ass didn’t put up too much of a struggle to the probing fingers and she slid both deeper and deeper into his bottom until now both of them were, by the feel of it, resting on the walnut sized organ. Slowly, she began to stroke it with both fingers. They must be awfully long, he thought to himself, then groaned as she stroked a little harder.

It was like there was this hidden, analog pleasure button deep in his gut. As she stroked it with both fingers, the waves of pleasure moved outwards through his body in waves. During one particularly sensitive squeeze, he involuntarily tensed his pelvic floor muscles, as if trying to coax more Escort Akdere sensation, and she reached over her half-buried hand with her other arm and smacked him in the testicles. He yelped.

“None of that, you won’t be squeezing my fingers off today.” She then gripped them firmly and gave a quick squeeze. “And you were not given permission to speak,” she added, apparently referring to his squawk. “You will control yourself, yes?”

He nodded frantically and, more importantly, quietly. She held the pressure for a moment, then released them and went back to stroking his insides.

He let his head drop back onto the table and lost himself in the sensations rolling through his head. Once in a while, she would hit that spot just right and he’d desperately want to squeeze those muscles as hard as he could to finish things but he didn’t dare and as time passed, the pleasure from inside rose even higher. It was almost as if not tensing those muscles to get things over with was opening new sensations.

These thoughts weren’t super well formed, his mind had gradually become an unfocused continuum with those waves of pleasure at their core.

Over the next couple minutes as she squeezed, she occasionally made an approving noise or clucked at something he couldn’t see until finally, a strange sensation he recognized from a few minutes earlier started and she spoke again.

“There we are, I knew you were hiding in there.” He looked up in time to see her reach over for the little glass bowl and bring it up to his once-again flacid penis. How could he be soft, he wondered, when her finger motions were driving him crazy?! Maybe it was somehow related to the squeeze, but he wasn’t sure-

He startled at the sudden cold as she slid the edge of the little bowl, or was it a glass? She’d slid it under the head of his penis and now his urethra was aimed into it. As he watched, she increased her pressure deep in his gut and suddenly, he could feel it happening, that strange feeling almost like he was starting to pee. He panicked a little and clenched a muscle to try and stop from peeing and in doing so, his ass tightened on her finger.

She said something, it sounded like she was reprimanding him again but he couldn’t understand because the peeing sensation became incredibly intense and he groaned as her finger redoubled its effort. He could feel something flowing out of his cock and it was that clear fluid again, not cum, and it began dripping then streaming into the little glass bowl. His hearing cleared just in time to hear her speak again.

“There we go, that’s it,” she murmured, obviously unsurprised at what was flowing Akdere Escort out of his dick. Instead of peeing, he felt like his insides were being turned inside out as she continued to steadily rub his prostate in a circular then come-hither motion, back and forth. She bent her arm a little and her thumb came to a rest on the spot halfway between his testicles and his anus where her fingers were working so hard and then…

…pushed. It was as if the organ was being squeezed like a plum and he grunted and jerked, calling out wordlessly as more fluid streamed out into the bowl.

She pulled her fingers out a little as if to shift position then plunged them back in and squeezed some more. More fluid poured out and he could just make out the rising fluid level in her little bowl. “That’s what Nurse Violet wants to see, there there, let’s get as much of this out of you as we can. We’ll need this later,” she added cryptically.

After another minute of this with him twitching and squirming under her relentless fingers, the sensation of peeing had almost disappeared, even if the pleasure was still there.

“I… I can’t-” he began and without any preamble she set the bowl down on the little table next to him and, in a single efficient move, used that hand to reach back and _slap his testicles_ again.

“I did not give you permission to speak,” she scolded, and then rapidly pulled her fingers out of his ass.

He grunted at the sudden feeling and then emptiness and lie there silently, breathing hard. His balls hurt, but he couldn’t tell how much was from the slap and how much of the soreness was from being drained a few minutes earlier when she’d fucked him with her big strap on.

“Well, regardless of that,” she continued as she pulled the glove off with her other hand and dropped it into a waste bin, then picked up the glass bowl and held it up to her face with a slight curl to her lip and continued, “you did produce a respectable amount of fluid.” She looked at it up close with first one eye then the other, then finally shook her head and set it back down. “The real test will come in a little bit, of course. We’ll be using it to help validate that your milking is truly finished.”

Dave was in a daze, but one thing did pierce his mental fog. What had she meant by “we”? Or was that just a figure of speech?

There was a loud buzz. Nurse Violet looked down at him, splayed out on the table with his legs up and strapped firmly into place. She smiled, and he felt a sudden shiver.

“In fact, we’ll be able to validate that shortly.” She reached over to pull a little on one of the straps restraining the arm closest to her. “Don’t go anywhere,” she said, then laughed to herself and walked away towards the door through which he’d entered.

She reached the door and opened it, letting someone in, someone Dave recognized immediately. He blanched.

Before he could stop himself, he spoke without permission.

“Oh boy.”

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