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Tom has just walked in the door to our room and for the third day in a row finds me shirtless and asleep on my bed with a trail of my clothes, beer cans and takeaway food containers all around the room.

Tom struggles through the mess “fucking Christ!” he mutters as he kicks a beer can towards my bed in frustration, it landing directly into my head.

I should probably introduce myself, I’m Lyam, a 19 year old college kid studying an arts degree because I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I’m about 6’0 tall with brown dishevelled hair and blue eyes, I had a slim build but with a little muscle from working out in the gym and playing on the football team.

Tom is my roommate, he’s studying film and tv and doesn’t really get into the sports scene much. He’s 6’2 and also skinny but without the muscle. He has green eyes and short neatly cut hair that is always cared for and never had a single hair out of place. He also dressed super well, in nice pants, a tight t shirt and a jacket or knitted jumper his go to look whenever he left the apartment. To me he always looked like a bit of a prude.

I roll awake rubbing my head. I look towards Tom, realising he had kicked a can at me.

“What was that for?”

“Are you kidding me with this shit Lyam?” Tom growled.

“What, this again. I told you yesterday dude this is college, this is how college bachelors get to live before society gets all up their asses. If you’re so worried about it you can clean it!” I say as I lean down and pick up a white beer stained shirt, sniff it and pull it on

“I seriously can’t believe you dude” Tom scolds back at me as he pulls his knitted green sweater off and hangs it neatly in his wardrobe. “this isn’t your parents place where they will just clean up after you alright, I live here too”

“Alright dude, sure” I say a little more sincerely before coming back with an attack of my own. “If you don’t like the way I live and keep the place then do something about it”

Tom gives up and kicks an empty beer can across the room in a huff “I’m not your mom, asshole” Tom had been getting increasingly annoyed with my careless behaviour and I could tell he was ready to explode soon but didn’t really care because I was stronger than him and I was happy living the way I lived.

I walked into the bathroom to shave and left all my hair just sitting in the sink, then I decided to trim my pubes a bit and just let all the hair fall on the ground. I jumped in the shower and then finish up taking a piss. I forget to put the seat up and piss all over the seat but don’t bother cleaning it up either. None of this was a problem for me and I went back into the room and flipped down on the couch and turned on the tv.

Tom is reading at his desk when I come out and we both just ignore each other. After about 5 minutes Tom gets up to use the bathroom. Seeing the mess I made when he walked in the door was the straw that broke the camels back. Tom was fuming and decided that something needed to be done to end my behaviour. He got an idea and a sneaky smirk slid across his face.

I see Tom come out of the bathroom with this weird grin on your face and I ask him what’s wrong.

“Nothing” Tom answers, uncharacteristically cheerfully as he closes the door and fishes around in a drawer beside his bed until he pulls out a stop watch.

I’m still totally ignoring whatever it is that Tom is doing and just continue to aimlessly stare at the tv.

Tom brought the stopwatch over and stood behind me. He dangled it in front of my face and started gently swinging it back and forward.

“Dude your blocking my view what the hell” I shout at him as I suddenly find my eyes following the watch back and forward, captivated and unable to look away.

Tom doesn’t reply and just keeps swinging the watch for about 15 minutes with me unable to move away from it and I find myself slowly focusing more of my attention on it. Eventually I fall asleep and Tom starts whispering things in my ear.

“Lyam you are now under my hypnotic control. Whenever you hear the words ‘filthy boy’ you will return to this state of hypnosis and accept any suggestions I give you. I am now going to give you some suggestions which you will follow when they come into effect as soon as you wake up tomorrow morning. You will not know that they are suggestions and you will believe any suggestions I give you are your ideas and will not remember ever being hypnotised. 3. 2. 1. Wake up.”

I wake up and keep watching the tv for a couple of hours before crawling back into bed at about 11 to get some sleep.

In the morning I wake up at about 8:30 which is unusually early for me but I don’t feel sleepy so I get up. I look around the room and see Tom is still asleep. As I look around I realise he might be right and maybe I should clean the place up a little. I decide that this afternoon I will get it cleaned up. I go into the bathroom to get ready for the day. As I walk in I go to shave at the sink but decide to do it in the shower almanbahis so it’ll be less work to keep it tidy. As I’m showering I start shaving my face and then decide that I should trim my pubes, none of this was unusual until I find myself not just trimming my pubes but completely getting rid of them. I think to myself that I got a bit carried away there and go to stop but I see my smooth genitals and other than my 4″ cock looking a bit smaller now that it’s hairless I realise I kind of like it and decide to keep going, I shave my legs, then if decide to shave my chest, then my arms and arm pits and even in my ass crack. By the time I’m done I’m completely hairless below my eye brows. I think to myself that it’s a little out of character for me to decide to do that but go with it anyway, feeling very soft and loving the smoothness of my skin all of a sudden.

Next I step out into the room and go to get dressed. I grab a shirt and some shorts and go looking for underwear and my drawer is empty. I look around the floor and in my hamper but can’t find any. I think to myself that I must have decided to throw them all away because they were stained and gross. I pull on the shirt and shorts anyway, free balling it so I can go and buy some new ones.

I leave Tom sleeping and slip out to head to the mall. Once I get to the mall I try to decide where to go for new underwear, thinking now might be a good chance to get something a little sexier that feels good rather than the boring boxers I always wore. I walked past a few trendy shops with underwear from places like Calvin Klein but wasn’t really into it. Then I walked past Victoria secret and got super hard, I resisted the urge to go in but circled back past it twice getting hard each time. The third time I went past I decided to go in just to look at what they had, not planning on buying anything.

I walked into the store and looked around at all the sexy lingerie. I reached down to a table and picked up a pair of purple lace panties. They felt amazing and something made me go and try them on, as I picked them up and went to walk to the change rooms I saw the matching bra and took that with me too. I went into the change rooms and tried on the bra and panty set and fell in love with the feeling, not really needing a bra I felt a little strange putting it on but when I looked in the mirror I realised I didn’t care that I didn’t need it, I loved the way it looked. I took them off and went back out to the store which was pretty empty at 9:30 in the morning thankfully. I decided to get 10 pairs of panties, 25 bras and 15 cute little thongs all in a variety of satins and lace and in a mix of black, white, pink, purple, red, yellow and blue. I took my new underwear and went home to slip into the same purple and black bra I tried on in the store but this time with a little purple lace thong instead of the panties. I loved the way it felt and I finished getting dressed, filling my wardrobe with the rest of my new underwear.

I noticed that Tom had left for the day to work and so I decided to start cleaning the place up. I started by throwing all my clothes into the wash and making both mine and Tom’s beds. Then I cleaned away all the trash. After a few runs up and down the stairs to the garbage room I was feeling pretty hot and sweaty and decide to take off my clothes and continue cleaning in just my underwear. I take my clothes out of the dryer and put them away properly, leaving me an empty hamper and a full wardrobe for the first time since I moved in, not to mention there was no longer a single piece of my clothing or rubbish on the ground.

I decided to take Tom’s laundry hamper and wash his clothes for him as a bit of an olive branch. As I’m loading the washing machine I notice all of his underwear is these sexy black or white jockstraps, some where fairly plain and others with all these extra straps around the ass and legs that make them extra sexy. I don’t know why but I find myself wanting to sniff each pair as I put them in the wash and I start to love the way they smell, the way Tom smells, as I smell all 14 pairs that went into the wash.

I came back into the room and vacuumed the floors, then mopped the kitchen and bathroom, scrubbed the bathroom and tidied and dusted the living room. I was finishing up by washing the dishes when Tom came home. He saw me standing at the sink in my new underwear and looked over at me from the other side of the kitchen bench.

“Hey Lyam, this place looks amazing I’m so glad you cleaned this up – what an amazing gesture, I’m sorry I got annoyed but this really is so much nicer to live in don’t you think?”

“Hi Tom, it’s ok you were right to be mad at me, I was a slob and you were right about cleaning up – it feels so much better in here now!”

“I’m really glad you agree” Tom replied “I like you’re new look too by the way, you decided to clean yourself up too, that’s so great! That smooth skin really suits you and makes you really sexy and I love the new underwear, what made you decide to buy almanbahis yeni giriş thongs and bras?”

“I don’t know really” I told Tom. “I guess I just had to throw away all my old underwear because it was so stained and ruined and so I went to the mall to buy more and I decided to get underwear that was a little sexier this time rather than just boxers like I always wear. I probably wasn’t planning on something quite like this but i tried on a pair of panties and a bra and fell in love with the feeling and the way I looked so that’s all I bought.”

“Well I’m really glad that you chose these and I’m really glad you’re not such a filthy boy anymore” Tom told me and just like that I was out and unknowingly under his trance once again. Tom gave me my second round of suggestions and woke me up. I continued washing the dishes like nothing had happened and went over and watched a movie with tom before going to sleep wearing just my underwear.

I woke up the next morning at the same time, got up and had a shower, making sure I was still completely smooth all over my body. I got out and brushed my teeth and did my hair, brushing out the dishevelled mess and making my hair all straight and flowy. I was surprised by how long it was like this, almost hanging down to my shoulders rather than its usual matted mess that resembled poorly cared for dreadlocks.

I went out and picked a new pair of panties and bra to put on, still getting chills and a hard cock as I pulled them on. It was then time to go into town again. I got in my car and drove back to the mall. Once I was there I did some grocery shopping for me and Tom and then found a small boutique beauty parlour and had them give me a tan in the solarium so I could have more of a golden glow over my smooth body, I also had them give me a manicure and pedicure because I hadn’t been looking after my nails very well and they didn’t really match with my new self care and cleaned up look. They finished both my finger and toe nails with a light pink polish.

Finally I headed out of the beauty parlour thinking I was ready to go home. As I was walking out I saw a swimwear shop and decided to take a look. I went in to browse and walked out with 5 new bikinis to wear when Tom and I went and swam in the communal dorm pool, they were all very skimpy and sexy and I thought Tom would like them a lot. Finally I headed home again and did a quick clean of the apartment, put our groceries away, put my new bikinis away and threw out the old board shorts they were replacing. I then spent some time studying until Tom got home around 5.

He walked in the door and pulled his top off right away saying how hot it is. I said I was feeling pretty hot too and offered to go for a swim with Tom if he wanted to. He thought that was a great idea and said I should get ready while he grabbed a drink and put his books away from class. I went over to my wardrobe and pulled out the little skimpy fluro green bikini I bought this morning and slipped it on with some white slip on sandals. I walked over to Tom to ask if he liked my new swimsuit. He said he loved it, especially with my new tan. I was so glad he noticed my tan.

Tom got up and dressed in his little red speedo and took me down to the pool. I don’t know why but I couldn’t help but stare at his ass and the outline of his junk in that little Speedo the whole way there. We got to the pool and Tom jumped straight in and I took the stairs, slowly wading my way in deeper. We were the only ones in the pool and swam around for a while, splashing around every now and then between laps. Soon we got out and layed in the last few minutes of sun as the sun went down. We were on beach chairs next to each other and I couldn’t help but keep staring at Tom’s bulge. I didn’t get hard but i felt horny and slowly moved my hand closer inch by inch until it eventually landed in his crotch.

Tom looked over at me and told me it was ok and I could stroke it if I wanted to. I don’t know why but I started rubbing him through the thin fabric of his speedo until Tom pulled it down and I found myself rubbing his hard 9″ dick. I was shocked at what I was doing. I’m not attracted to guys I thought but that quickly went away and now I was just shocked at how big he was and how much I loved the look and the feel of his sexy big meat and hot little body.

I was far more muscular than Tom, even though I wasn’t really all that buff but my cock was only 4″ soft and almost 6″ hard. Here Tom was 3″ bigger than me and I never knew it until now. I was really enjoying stroking Tom’s cock but eventually it was cold and we went back to the apartment. Once we were inside Tom got changed and I stayed in my new bikini and cooked us both chicken Kiev’s and vegetables for dinner, something I hadn’t done since moving to college but I wanted to cook for Tom. Once we ate I happily washed the dishes and sat down next to Tom where I started stroking him again.

Tom looked down at me as I pulled out his cock and told me I was a little filthy boy. almanbahis giriş Tom gave me my next round of suggestions, and reinforced the existing ones in my mind. He woke me up and I continued stroking his cock for another half an hour, never making him cum though and then I went to bed.

Once I crawled into bed I couldn’t go straight to sleep tonight I just had to play with my much smaller cock while I thought about how sexy I thought Tom was and how I couldn’t believe I never noticed this before. I imagined his big man cock as I stroked my little sissy cock. I came so hard and then went straight to sleep.

Morning came around again and I woke up still in my bikini which was now full of my cum from the night before. I woke up with a raging hard on this morning, no doubt from thinking about Tom’s cock all night. I went to stroke my cock to rub one out and get rid of my morning wood only to find that for some reason I couldn’t touch my cock or my balls. My hands would get a couple of inches away and freeze, like they couldn’t go further. This was really weird. I tried getting other things like a pair of tongs and other items I could use to stroke me but I couldn’t get anything near my cock. I was getting really frustrated and decided to see if maybe playing with my butt would help me get my satisfaction. I was surprised by the thought, not ever wanting to play with my butt before but I was really desperate.

I reached down and inserted a finger in my hole, it felt amazing so I slipped another in and started pumping in and out, then I added another one and finally a fourth. It was definitely helping but it wasn’t enough to get me off. I got up and searched through drawers looking for something I could use to help me blow my load desperately, and then I found it, in the back of my bedside drawers was the dildo I had bought as a prank for one of the guys on their birthday. I grabbed it and rubbed some lube on the 6″ pink toy and then layed on my bed and started probing my hole with it. Eventually I worked into a steady fuck and the pain I was feeling was replaced by a wave of pleasure. I pumped it in and out faster and then all of a sudden I blew my load everywhere.

I just stopped for a moment, laying there to regain my breath and then I surprised myself even more as I still felt a little bit horny and I took the dildo straight out of my tight little hole and wiped up all the cum on my body with it before sucking the dildo into my mouth and licking off all the cum and swallowing the surprisingly sweet tasty liquid. I couldn’t believe what I had done but I felt amazing and made sure when I put the dildo away that it was somewhere easy to get to.

The rest of the day went on and I noticed the only time I could touch my cock was when I was shaving my pubes off in the shower, even when I was peeing I couldn’t touch it which caused quite the mess for me to clean up and I quickly learned I needed to sit from now on. I didn’t know why I couldn’t touch my cock but wasn’t too worried, for some reason it just felt like that’s what was meant to happen for boys with small cocks like me and that’s how I justified it as I spent the day learning how to get by without touching my cock or balls.

I was hornier than ever all day and decided to go to the gym and work out. When I arrived at the gym I went to do my normal routine which was intensive weights and strength training. As I went to pick up a weight which was practically muscle memory from doing it straight away whenever I walked into the gym, I stopped myself this time and decided to change it up a little today and instead of the strength training I decided to do cardio instead and run on the treadmill, ride the bike, use the stair master and then finish off my workout with some squats and exercises for my glutes.

I came back to the room hornier than ever and decided to get out the dildo again, hoping I would cum with it like this morning. I suctioned it sticking up to the tile floor. I pulled off my clothes to just my sexy underwear and lubed it up. I pulled the ass part of my thong to the side and squatted down, hovering over the dildo before taking it into my hole and fucking myself. I fucked myself for about an hour but couldn’t cum, I just got hornier and felt my balls get even fuller. Just as I was ready to give up and was giving it one last big effort Tom walked in and saw what I was doing in the middle of the kitchen floor.

“Wow this is new boy, who knew you liked to fuck that ass while no one was around.” Tom smirked at me in my extremely compromised position.

“No tom it’s not what it looks like, you see I woke up this morning and couldn’t jerk off for some reason, I couldn’t even touch my cock. So I found this in my drawer and it gave me an amazing orgasm and then I’ve been horny all day and thought it might help me blow another load but I can’t cum no matter what I do!” I whimper to him hoping he will sympathise with me and not tell anyone.

Tom looks down at me again to tell me “well boy of course you can’t even touch that cock of yours, boys with little cocks who look like you don’t get to touch their cocks, it’s nature’s way. I think I know what will help you cum though, maybe some real mans cock in your sexy little cocksucker lips will help.”

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Here it’s a true personal experience I had last year when I was alone and feeling sad. I wish to share this personal and intimate experience with you because I guess you’ll get very horny in reading it too. So, here we go. I am in the middle of the 50th, good-looking in appearance, liberated and very open-minded about all aspects of sexual things. I’m scorpio and sex takes a large place in my life. However, as I work hard and do not have much time to go out and meet women or having sexual intercourses. So, as my sex life is rather monotonous, I regularly practice masturbation for my own pleasure and evidently due to the absence of having real partners. Sometimes, for getting the maximum pleasure, I add some variants. Here, I have to specify that I shave everything, scrotum and asshole too. I adore that sensation of sweet soft and so sensitive skin especially in this region of my body. Well, it was a Saturday travesti istanbul afternoon and the temperature was really warm and I was getting out of the shower. I was standing in my bedroom, nude in front of the mirror and I was looking at my half hard penis and especially my balls that were hanging down between my legs due to the wet weather. At this moment, I began to fiddle with my organ that didn’t hesitate to react by getting a bit harder and dressing up. Of course, a wish to continue was burning all my flesh. So, I comfortably sat down on my bed, leaned back against the wall, taking my time, relaxing meanwhile reaching for a high level of new sensations from my body. At my side, I have some kleenex, a mirror and an appropriate object for my anus. So, everything was ready for starting. First, I began very slowly to caress my thighs, my butt and all around without however touching istanbul travestileri my cock. I made small pressure movements onto the muscle between my balls and ass then I could feel the pleasure coming into my organ which was starting to get hot and full of life by becoming harder and longer. At this moment, I adjust the mirror between my legs, which were wide open and up in the air because I wanted to see my anus, balls and the base of my penis with the big vein filled up with pleasure. I have to admit that this view was very beautiful to look at because I like watching each reaction and movement meanwhile all my pond was shaking with a real pleasure of anticipation. A true warm sensation was pouring out of my body and a unique kind of intense life was growing in my belly and all around. It was very hot, erotic and particularly very sexual. At the beginning, I slowly pumped up my istanbul travesti cock, savouring each second of pleasure until my organ was really hard like a piece of rock, very big and sensitive at his maximum. At this moment, I must avoid touching the pink tip of my cock, as it was demanding to blow up with pleasure. Instead, with one hand I stretched my testicles without forgetting to slowly caress my sweet, soft, voluptuous shaved skin on which I felt a wet warm sensation that was making me feel crazy. My balls were now in contact with my little asshole (shaved too) and viewing all that was very stimulating to me while I looked at the mirror. My penis was at his maximum hard-on and I felt the hot wet pink tip against my navel. Once more, I started to caress my balls which were now relaxed and then I took each one in my hand and made them roll between my fingers and I carefully push them against the shaved skin of my butt and all around my crack. Obviously, the mirror stays my accomplice at each moment. I especially didn’t want to miss any reaction of all my virile organs from all angles. Naturally, at this moment, my own pleasure was becoming more evident.

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When a Korean family rents a nearby Summer cottage, my dear mother volunteers me as an unpaid woodwind tutor.  My student is a pretty college freshman named Su-Yun. Actually, she’d be a knockout if she weren’t so painfully shy. She has long bangs that hang over her eyes, which she occasionally brushes to the side with her fingers, long enough to give me a bashful smile.  I spend two hours a week with Su-Yun, teaching her breathing, intonation, and dynamics while her Korean dragon mother hovers in the next room.  Fortunately, Su-Yun isn’t as bashful about the rest of her body.  She wears tank tops and cut-off jeans that are so short they reveal every inch of her well-toned legs. And from time-to-time, while she’s concentrating on her finger work, I catch glimpses of white cotton panties that hug nicely rounded pussy lips. She’s also blessed with rather full breasts that are in proportion to the rest of her lithe frame, but not so large that she needs to bother with a bra. Going by the stiff little nipples that deform the fabric of her tank tops, I’d say Su-Yun is sexually aroused during about half of our flute lesson.  In early August, I arrive to find the dragon mother’s car missing. Apparently, she had called to cancel the lesson (no proper chaperone), but my mom neglected to tell me. When I knock, Su-Yun answers, looking a little confused. After a moment’s hesitation, Su-Yun invites me inside. “Follow me,” she says leading me by the hand down a narrow flight of stairs. The basement has been set up for some kind of physical therapy with a massage table and simple exercise machines. “No flute lesson today. So, I give you present,” Su-Yun tells me, pointing to the massage table. istanbul travesti “My thank you for helping me.” I say it’s not necessary, but Su-Yun is adamant. “I go out, you take off everything but underwear and get under sheet,” she instructs. “I study sports massage. You will not be disappointed.” A couple minutes later, I’m stretched out on fresh towels with a thin sheet covering my back and my brief-clad ass. “I’m ready, Su-Yun,” I call. To my surprise, she doesn’t touch my skin directly, but massages my neck and back and legs through the cotton fabric. She wasn’t exaggerating, her touch is firm and confident. There is an elusive quality to her technique, a kind of soft intimacy that I’d never experienced before during a massage. It’s as if through the skillful use of her hands, Su-Yun has found a way to fully express herself. She begins with my neck and shoulders and gradually works her way toward my feet. The way she kneads the sore muscles of my upper back is so relaxing that I must have drifted off to sleep. When I awake, it’s because she’s firmly squeezing and pressing my glutes. Apparently, she isn’t happy with something, since she stops and tells me, “Too much material. I remove underwear.” In a fluid motion, she reaches under the sheet and her fingers find the elastic waistband. “Lift hips,” she instructs, patting my butt for emphasis. Somehow she slides my briefs over my hips and down my legs with her hands barely grazing my skin. Su-Yun nonchalantly tosses them on the pile with the rest of my clothes, repositioning the sheet, and returning to work. I hadn’t realized how tense my glutes had become, and her hands do wonders to relax them. Soon I’m drifting off travesti istanbul to sleep again while she works on my thighs and knees. A new sensation brings me back to consciousness. Su-Yun massages my feet, pulling on each toe, one at a time, and squeezing pressure points I had no idea even existed. She uses a perfectly placed knuckle to send a bolt of pain through my foot that gives way to an intense sensation of warm relaxation. After stretching my Achilles tendons and hamstrings, she spreads my legs as wide as the table will allow, and begins working up my legs, this time with feather light touches. Su-Yun has already reached my upper calf when I realize that she is no longer massaging me through the sheet. Rather her fingertips are directly caressing my skin. And call me crazy, but I swear she is deliberately trying to arouse me. As she reaches my thighs, I sense the first stirrings of excitement between my legs and am thankful that my cock is pointing downward, so if I did develop a full-blown erection, it at least will not become uncomfortably trapped between my stomach and the tabletop. With her hands under the sheet, Su-Yun is working higher and higher along the inside of my thigh and my balls began to tingle in anticipation of being touched. But, of course, she wouldn’t do that. But then she does. The first time it’s so slight as to be entirely accidental. When I don’t, complain, on the next upstroke, it happens again. Only this time the contact is firmer and lingers a fraction of a second longer. It goes on like this for stroke after excruciatingly arousing stroke. At first, I try to stifle my moans, but as her fingers began to actually reach along both sides of istanbul travestileri my balls and squeeze softly, I exhale with a deep sigh of satisfaction. Su-Yun responds by focusing her touch exclusively on the ultra-sensitive skin of my testicles and perineum, with the entirely predictable side-effect of producing a raging erection. Which means that yet another erogenous zone, my cock head this time, is within range of her talented fingertips. But she wouldn’t actually touch my hard cock, would she? Apparently, she would. At first, her fingertip brushes the sensitive skin on the tip of my cock with no more force than a gentle gust of warm wind. Even so, my cock twitches slightly. Then she touches me again, this time making skin-on-skin contact between her fingertip and my cock that sends a jolt of pleasure reverberating through my body. Her fingers swirl over me with feathery light caresses that send electric shock waves rippling through my stomach and chest. Very gently, she brings her lips to my ear. “Su-Yun give pleasure?” she whispers, then blows gently just the way I’d taught to play barely audible notes on the flute. “Mmmm!” A long, guttural moan is the only verbal response I can muster. The earlobes, I realize, are an often overlooked erogenous zone. But not for Su-Yun. She accompanies her miraculous finger work on my personal magic flute by brushing her warm lips against my ears and blowing ever so softly, as if playing an adagio passage.  So intense is the sensation of her breath, that it’s almost a relief when at last she pulls her lips away from my ear. But a moment later, she resumes at the nape of my neck, sending a fresh volley of shivers bouncing up and down my spine. Meanwhile, Su-Yun is alternating between rolling my balls with gently vibrating fingertips and swirling her fingers over every exposed millimeter of my cock. My sighs merge into long, loud groans and my breathing comes in shallow bursts.

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“What a night!” Mike said sitting back and stretching his legs out from her couch. Darlene looked over at him as he relaxed for a moment. She knew what was coming next and wasn’t looking forward to the usual ending of an evening. She stifled her mild annoyance, knowing he wouldn’t get it. He was just about to make some half-kidding innuendo, self-deprecating comment, hug her shoulder and then get up and head back to his apartment.No! she thought to herself, their apartment! She didn’t think about it in a nasty tone because she liked his wife, a lot! But she was out of town and Mike was . . . just . . . so . . . Mike. The fact of the matter was that if Nora wasn’t out of town she would have been right there on his other side, holding him close. It was so frustrating! Nora would have laughed at his comment and given Darlene a hug of her own before the two of them headed off. It was so damn frustrating!She sat on the couch next to him, curled her legs under her and leaned against him, her head on his shoulder. His arm came down across her shoulders in a friendly touch. She imagined a tiny tremble as his hands touched her bare shoulder. She also knew he was probably thinking of Nora. She knew if Nora was there his evening wouldn’t be nearly over. She had once followed them home because he had left his keys and they had forgotten to close the front door all the way. She saw them on the stairs and . . . well, let’s just say it was sexy, hot and fed her fantasies for weeks. She had wondered if they ever realized how his keys ended up just inside the front door, but she dared not ask.”It was a good night, especially beating the pants off of Dan and Nancy!””Oh, they’ll kill us like usual next time. But you’re right, it was fun!” he answered.Dan and Nancy, Mike and Nora, and Darlene and her ex were a very close group of friends. She was thankful their friendship survived her divorce because she was not sure what she would have done without them. She thought it helped that both istanbul travesti Mike and Dan never were as close to her ex-husband as she was with Nora and Nancy. The past couple of years seemed to blur a little as she realized once again how lucky she was to have such friends.The five of them were so different. Nancy was a full-bodied blond who carried it well. She had a deep laugh and a great sense of humor. The only negative was she was a bit of a gossip. No that was not true, it was just that she had no idea of how to keep a secret so anything told to her in secret had a half-life of about a day. It wasn’t that she was malicious, but she just couldn’t seem to keep it in her head that it wasn’t for open conversation.Dan, Nancy’s husband, suited Nancy real well. There was no way to deny it, he was a redneck, but with all the nicer characteristics of the breed. He could keep a secret from anyone but Nancy, which meant anything he knew, everyone knew shortly. He was tall, a little chunky, but it hid surprising muscle. He had a good smile and a very dirty sense of humor. Two things she liked about him.Nora was much easier to trust. She was the physical and emotional antithesis of Nancy. She could keep a secret forever! But of the other four, Mike was her favorite. He was a Yankee, which would normally be a bad thing, but he didn’t try and lord it over us dumb hicks. He had a ready sense of humor and loved puns. The English teacher in her loved to start punning with him — much to the dismay of the rest of the group. He was almost as tall as Dan but better looking, slimmer, with great shoulders. More than once she caught girls looking at him! He and Nora fit well. As for keeping things private, he was incredible. He could keep a secret so long, that even after it was no longer needed, he would stuff it and put it up on the mantle and still keep it! He was incredibly trustworthy, as she found out during her less-than-pleasant divorce from her ex. The less said istanbul travestileri about him the better.She did remember one positive thing about her ex; he was good in bed — which is why she ended up with two kids, one conceived after her divorce in a weak and horny moment. To this day she didn’t regret it, but she learned to be careful meeting him because the physical connection was still there, even though he was pretty much shit when the blood wasn’t in his dick. She squirmed slightly at the thought because she knew she would have to see him tomorrow. She knew it would be hard because her sex life consisted of wearing out batteries in a couple of toys lately. It just wasn’t fair!Darlene knew she looked good, even at 26 and two kids. She was in great shape. All the work to lose the baby weight was great, but it didn’t seem to make a difference. There seemed to be a huge glut of single moms in the area. Most guys ran when they heard two kids and the ones who didn’t weren’t looking for a relationship, just a one-nighter. She would rather go electric than a one-night stand! So meeting with her ex-husband was more than a little dangerous. If only . . . “No! Can’t go there! I love Nora too much.” She told herself yet again, and again, and again.They sat there for a moment longer and she felt him just barely start to move. She knew exactly what he was going to do. She held him firmly and said “Not yet, Mike. Can we just sit here for a few more?”He didn’t say anything, but he settled back deeper in the couch. His arm stayed around her. The silence settled over them, a companionable silence. If he was only aware of what I was thinking. He might run for home! She just sat there, inhaling the very male scent, feeling his chest rise and fall as he breathed, and listened to his heartbeat. She knew she needed to end things before she got carried away. But he had no idea how turned on she was getting. Or did he? At the angle, her head was, she slowly saw him travesti istanbul firm up. His cock was getting harder as they just sat there. His pants weren’t tight, but they were tight enough. He was getting a little excited, and it had to be either her or he might be thinking about Nora, probably Nora! Darlene felt her own body respond as she hoped it was her. She knew she was in trouble. There had to be a way out that didn’t involve batteries! But Nora! She was torn.In the millisecond between him starting to move and his arm leaving her shoulders, Darlene thought this and a thousand other things. Then she made a decision. The 26-year-old teacher of little kids, the mother of two of her own, quickly straddled the lap of her best friend and pressed down on him. Time stopped.It felt like an out-of-body experience. From the side, she imagined what they looked like. Her 5’5, slim frame straddling his 6′ broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted body. She knew they looked good together. But as she looked at him she saw the surprise, tinged with something else she didn’t recognize.”Dar . . .””Shhhh. Don’t say anything.”His arms came down.”And don’t move, don’t touch me!”She started rolling her hips slowly and gently. She felt him stir under her. He felt even larger than he had looked through the material.”Look, Mike. I am a little drunk, but a lot turned on, and I know this can stay between us. You sure wouldn’t tell Dan because not only would he tell Nancy, but everyone else we both know.Mike reached down and grasped her upper arms.She grabbed his forearms. “You can touch me there, but when Nora gets back I plan on being able to look her in the eye and swear on a stack of bibles that you never inappropriately touched me!” As she said it, she pushed down and felt him pushing against her. The cloth of his slacks and her panties were all that separated them, it was enough; it had to be enough!She pushed his arms down at his side. “Mike, I love you and Nora, I really do. But right now I need something that didn’t come in a package with operating instructions. Trust me, no matter the package says, they aren’t very realistic.”He laughed slightly but didn’t relax much. She hadn’t thought things all the way through, but couldn’t seem to stop.

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I graduated college a few years ago. I tried very hard while I was in school to focus on my studies. But I also wanted to use the time as an opportunity to do as many new things as I could, a lot of which were sexual.I discovered before college that I was into girls as well as guys, and also that I loved masturbating. I had first watched porn when I was 16, and had masturbated about 3 times a day on average ever since then.I wanted desperately to be with a girl when I went to college, since I hadn’t been with one before. I noticed many drop dead gorgeous girls on campus during my first semester, but I had a very difficult time getting with any of them. Only about 30% of the students were female, so the supply of women was short. And of this short supply, I had no way of knowing how many were into girls themselves.Not getting what I wanted my first semester made me insanely horny all the time. I had so many sexual impulses which I couldn’t fulfill. Masturbating seemed to be the only solution, but it was never enough. I got hornier as the semester progressed, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before I had to do something about it.Then, one day, the inevitable happened. It was a Friday. I was wearing leggings as pants with a spandex thong underneath, and a sports bra as a top. I also wore a jacket that I had zipped up most of the way, but had left unzipped enough to expose my cleavage. I was trying to attract attention. I couldn’t tell if any girls liked what they saw, but I know that I looked good because I saw many guys staring at my butt as I walked when they thought I wasn’t looking.It turned me on so much knowing they istanbul travesti wanted to rip through my leggings and bite my ass. I was insanely horny thinking about it. My pussy was getting wetter as the day went on. I went to class in the morning and I almost considered going back to my dorm to change my panties by lunch. I didn’t want a visible wet stain. But I also loved the feeling of wearing wet panties, so I didn’t change them.After lunch I had about 2 hours to kill before my final class of the day started and I had nothing to do until then. Normally during a long break between classes I would find a quiet spot on campus and get work done. Today I found a quiet spot on campus, but got no work done whatsoever.The spot I found was in the same building that my next class was in. It was an open area with chairs, tables, and outlets for computers. I sat down and started to set up my computer and I happened to look down. I saw that I was actually getting a visible wet stain on my leggings from being so horny, exactly what I was afraid would happen. I looked around the room to see if anyone else could’ve noticed, but I was alone as far as I could tell.I tried to work but kept getting distracted. I started out looking at random stuff on the internet, but I was so horny that I started looking at porn. I couldn’t help myself. Before I knew what was happening, I was rubbing my clit in circles over top of my leggings. It felt absolutely amazing. I noticed my wet stain expanding the more I rubbed, and this actually made me hornier. I knew I was reaching the point of no return. Finally I did. I started to orgasm intensely.I travesti istanbul felt a rush of ecstasy flow through my head like I had never felt before. I felt myself squirt all inside of my leggings as the euphoria continued for about 30 seconds. I don’t think I made any noise, but I can’t honestly remember.I was shaking when it was over. Had anyone seen me? I didn’t want to get a bad reputation around campus, and I also didn’t want to get in trouble. I looked down and saw that the wet stain had grown so much that it looked like I had peed myself. I knew I couldn’t go to class like that, so I let it dry for the next hour until my class started. I went to class and hoped that nobody there could smell me.The weekend went by fast and soon enough it was Monday. I was wearing a similar outfit to the one I had worn on Friday, but today I was wearing an athletic skirt over the top of my leggings. I figured a skirt to cover my wet stains would be a good idea, as these leggings were grey and showed stains more visibly. I was still thinking about what I had done two days before and I knew that there was no way I wasn’t going to repeat it. I had enjoyed it too much. I had another hour break before my class, so I went back to the same spot.The area was not vacant. Sitting there was a gorgeous girl named Hayley. I had met her at a party a while back, and she was very sweet. Hayley is a short brunette, with a very round butt and gorgeous D cups. Her breasts are large for a girl her size and I love them. She was wearing a short tight skirt which went just above her knees and a low cut shirt. She looked amazing, like some istanbul travestileri sort of office babe. I imagined burying my face in her breasts and bending her over, ripping her skirt off and spanking her. Next thing I knew, I was soaking wet thinking about it.I had to act on my thoughts, but I didn’t want her to see me. She was very focused on what she was working on, and I wasn’t sure if she had even seen me arrive. I sat down and stared at her. I slowly inserted my right hand inside the waistband of my athletic skirt. I could feel the wetness in my leggings. It was a good decision to wear the skirt.I started rubbing my clit in circles, just as I had before. My heart was racing since I knew how risky this was. But I had to do it. I needed to orgasm from an actual girl, not just to an image on a screen or my imagination. I kept rubbing and I was getting closer to cumming. I was at the point of no return when I saw Hayley shift positions and stand up. She had seen me and waved, and was walking over to say hello. I immediately froze, but it was too late. The orgasm had already started. I felt myself squirting all inside of my leggings as she was walking towards me. Luckily the skirt covered it. I don’t think I made any noise, but I’m sure I had some weird facial expressions.Luckily for me I had gained enough control to be able to speak by the time she reached me. We talked for a few minutes. Finally she said to me, “we should grab dinner some time! I’d love to get to know you better.” I was shocked to hear her say that, and I was so nervous that I can’t remember how I sounded when I said yes. After we set up the day and time, she excused herself and walked back to her computer. She packed up her things and left. I was so happy to finally have a date with a gorgeous girl. But did she like girls? And had she seen what I was doing to her? And if she found out, would she be offended by it?

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Fog hung thick in the air this morning as I prepared for a solo bike ride through the woods. While I laced up my shoes and pulled on a zip up jacket I thought about the last time I had been to this specific trail . I was talking with a friend on the phone once last summer and thought it would be nice to sit somewhere secluded and quiet as we chatted. We’ve fooled around before, and talking together always gets me worked up. The thought of it ignited a flame in my belly. While we talked, he asked me where I was and what I was doing, which led to suggesting I open my top and expose myself to nature. I obliged. My only regret was that he was not there to actually see me do what happened next. Not many people pass down that part of the trail, but I continued to keep a watchful eye on passers-by, while I explored the dampness clinging to my inner thighs. I had an amazing orgasm sitting on that bench as we continued our kinky conversation. My breasts were exposed to the warm summer air as I brought myself to climax by tapping quickly on my clit, and again with two fingers deep within my tight, throbbing pussy. I shook the memory away, bringing myself back to present, but the slow burn was building, and I knew it wouldn’t go away quietly. I was istanbul travesti dressed and ready to go. I stood in my bedroom thinking, and I decided that I wanted to make this ride extra fun. First, I unzipped my jacket and removed the bra I had been wearing beneath my t-shirt. I wanted them free to play with, and the idea of wind rushing as I rode, my nipples hard as pebbles, made my aching pussy drip a little. This was good… but not enough. My plan shifted. I wanted to ensure an orgasm while on this ride. A few moments passed until the idea came to me: I hadn’t used my Ben Wa balls in quite some time. This ride was a great opportunity to test them out again. I turned to my dresser and fished for them in the bottom of my sock drawer. I felt the velvet fabric of the box and pulled it out, socks flying to the floor. My hands shook with anticipation as I opened the box, revealing two shiny, smooth, stainless steel balls. My reflection in the steel smiled back at me as I removed them and pushed down my black leggings and green, silk panties. I was tempted to play with my clit right there, but held the urge back, knowing it would be more intense once the balls were in, and I was cruising on my bicycle. I held each ball and they travesti istanbul warmed to my touch. I slowly parted my thighs and my outer labia opened like blooming petals of a flower. A very wet flower. I pressed the first ball to my entrance and rolled it through my warm, creamy juices before pushing it deep into my pulsing tunnel. My middle finger pressed the ball in, up to my second knuckle, then slowly retreated through compressing walls. The second ball followed and I pushed them as deep as I could. I moved my pelvis in circles until they were situated deep inside of me. Eventually, I snapped out of my arousing fog and stood up, pulled my panties and leggings up, and prepared for the journey. Visibility was decent for biking so my anxious thoughts of not being able to see very far dimmed as I made my way outside to load my bike, and set off to the trail near my house. The balls deep in my cunt moved with me. Every now and then I felt the weights inside of them move, causing a wave of pleasure to roll through my loins. I wondered how long I would last before cumming the first time. That made me smile and my cheeks flushed. The first test was to make sure I did not cum while driving my car to the trail. The road was istanbul travestileri winding and bumpy. I wanted to press my clit hard against the leather interior of my seat, but refrained. My clit was throbbing hard, and aching to be touched, flicked, licked, and sucked. My thoughts began to whirl out of control into a filthy tornado of lust until I finally reached my destination, and focused on getting my bike unloaded. I wheeled my bike to the beginning of the bike trail and swung my right leg over the seat. Anticipating a wonderful sensation, I lowered my ass slowly to the seat and pressed my cunt down firmly. My eyes rolled as the balls moved, passing a wave of pleasure through me again. “Breathe,” I remind myself. I needed to be able to ride and not get injured in the process! It took great will power to breathe the powerful sensations away, and it made me hungry for more. My feet pressed each pedal down and the bike began to glide down the smooth black top. I focused on the wind of the path to keep the pressure building against my cervix at bay. My seat gently vibrated as my pace quickened. I couldn’t hold back the need to press my clit into the seat. “Oooohhh fuck!” I gasped. Thankfully no one was around to hear me moan to myself as I mashed my clit against my bicycle seat. I could have cum, but forced myself to stop. By this point my slippery slit was dripping and my panties were completely soaked. I could hear my heart thumping in my ears in time with the pounding ache of my throbbing cunt.

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The pictures of me measuring my flaccid and erect penis that Jon took in my confession, The Measure Of A Man, verified my manhood to the cock comparison site, and I paid my subscription to become a verified member.Two months later, I was with a young guy called Tim in one of their chatrooms, sharing the experience I’d had comparing my cock with my co-worker Jon.He told me while we were chatting that the idea of comparing his cock with an older guy’s had got him fully hard.“It sounds so dirty,” he said.Whilst we were talking, I had told him I was in Southampton and, amazingly, it turned out he was online in his parent’s beach hut in Lee-on-Solent, just twenty miles from where I was. It was a hot day, and I was feeling horny from remembering my experience with Jon and from chatting with this young sexy guy.”Why don’t travesti istanbul I drive over to you, and we can be comparing our cocks within the hour?” I suggested.”Are you serious? I’d die to do that,” he quickly replied.I was shocked that he’d be up for it. I mean, I’m sixty-six and he is only twenty-four.”I’ll be there in an hour and, hey, why don’t you shave your cock for me in the meantime?” I proposed, “It will make you look even bigger.”Driving my van over, I had a hard on thinking about the adventure to come. I found the hut straight away using the What Three Words app and knocked on the door. As it was a hot day, I had decided to only wear my bathers with a huge bulge in the crotch and some flip-flops.He checked that it was me, and he carefully opened the door. There he was, standing shaved istanbul travestileri and naked. He had done a great job of shaving his cock for me when I was driving over. He was already semi-erect, uncut with big balls. His cock looked so good.I closed the door and checked nobody was watching through the blinds, then I took off my bathers.So now we were both standing naked facing each other. Our two hardening cocks pointed at each other as in a duel. The contrast was amazing. He is a fit, young, blond man with a great body and a handsome face. I’m still fit, as I am a builder, but I’m old, more wrinkled, and grey. But there we stood, man to man, cock to cock.His freshly shaved cock had got harder, and it already looked to me as if he was going to be bigger than me.”Shall I go first?” I said.He nodded, istanbul travesti and I took my old todger in my hand and put on a show for my young friend wanking my fat cock to full hardness. It was a lot easier than normal to get my old todger hard because I was so turned on by the situation. When my veins were bulging nicely and my cock rock hard, I took my wife’s tailor’s tape. I held one end bone pressed and rolled out the tape to the tip of my old todger which was wet with pre-cum.”There you go Son,” I proudly said, wrapping the tape around my shaft, “Six-and-a-half inches long with a full six inches of girth.””Nice fat cock, Old Man,” he said, “Now it’s my turn.”He took his big shaved penis in his hand, and I stayed hard as I watched him masturbate his handsome cock.I can remember from my youth how it doesn’t take long for a young horny man to get it stiff. After a few minutes, he had an impressive erection, longer than mine, equally thick but with a wicked upward curve. His big balls raised in their sack.”Fuck, you’re huge,” I croaked.”You measure it!” he ordered.

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I couldn’t get Felicity out of my head. Long suppressed feelings surged through me clouding my judgment and giving me a single-minded focus. My internet searches in my off-hours were strictly for muscular women. I cleared half of the floor of all other personnel and moved her desk right outside my glass office window and treated myself to an almost voyeuristic fantasy display as I watched her work. Sometimes, I have to admit, my hand would find its way beneath my pants while I watched her.

When she reached up and fiddled with her hair while she was thinking, her bicep peaks bulged, radiating a sense of power that delivered electric shocks throughout my frame. Everything about her was near perfect. Tanned to perfection, she almost seemed photoshopped, to a level of beauty no human could attain. I was literally consumed by her muscles and over the months she continued to grow.

Each day after lunch she’d return drenched in sweat, causing the Lycra of her sports bra to cling to her mighty chest, pecs full D-cups of solid unyielding muscles pulse, and her back swell outward. Her dress code was entirely unacceptable for the workplace but for me with Felicity, less was more. If not in a tank top or t-back her workout clothes covered her muscular arms like a second skin. Her attire allowed me nearly unfettered viewing of the exquisite, jagged lines of her muscularity. Fewer clothes provided better viewing of her deeply tanned skin istanbul travesti and the way her tendons moved under her skin; the way veins pumped blood into the thick muscle.

When we became more personal and friendly it was both arousing and alarming. Try as I might to steer the conversation from her physique, what she was wearing, or how each other looked, somehow, she’d bring it back. My body’s reaction was like clockwork, I’d feel my cheeks heat, breath catch, and then become more ragged, and my cock would come to attention.

“Hey, boss,” she smiled after she returned from another grueling workout looking as if she would at any second explode through the material that precariously clung to her body. “Still wearing those uncomfortable stuffed shirt clothes? Don’t you own this place? Why don’t you do ‘dress-down Friday’ every day?”

“Got to set an example,” I said. “See, it obviously works on you.” I smiled, my eyes finding her proud melons of muscle that protruded from her chest. Beads of sweat still clung to her frame as if she’d sprayed herself intentionally for a photo shoot before she returned to her desk. The teal workout top and cut-off jeans looked more appropriate for an 80s film than a professional office setting, but other than joking with her about it I wouldn’t have it any other way. Beneath the frayed jean cut-offs, thick striated thighs which would have been impressive on a male bodybuilder swept outward and travesti istanbul down into mighty teardrops. Her hamstrings were striated so that each individual muscle was clearly defined. The great channels that crisscrossed her legs looked like fissures in the earth itself.

“It’s not my fault,” she laughed. I couldn’t fit my thighs into the jeans anymore, so I had to cut them.”

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“Well, you could wear something more professional like a skirt.” I posited.

“Am I being dress coded?” She laughed. “It feels like middle school all over again.” Did you have these legs in middle school? Your poor teachers.

“No, I’m just kidding. Wear what you want.” The less the better.

My long hiatus from muscular women had ended with a bang and I was hooked and sucked into the rabbit hole of arousal. When I could muster the confidence, I’d go outside and ask her a question about a client or something. Anything to be near the work of art that was her body. Everything about her from her aroma to her beefy mounds of muscle oozed sex.

Even though I was her boss, I shook in her presence like a naughty schoolboy confronting a strict professor. My pep talks before I saw her were washed away in the aura of her power and beauty. I chalked my behavior up to the years of denial of my secret, but even as I got to know her better my paralysis in her presence seemed to grow worse. Perhaps it was because istanbul travestileri she was growing too. She announced each major accomplishment with pride, unaware of the visceral way in which it affected my body.

“My biceps have gained two inches in the past eight months!” Explosions went off in my brain and I found myself wobbling on my feet.

“Really?” I gulped.

“Yeah, from sixteen to eighteen inches. I’m up with the big girls now. They’d better watch out at the Universe this year, Felicity be a-comin’ to win and she’s not going to take any prisoners,” she laughed in a throaty way. Could you take me as a prisoner? I’d go willingly.

“It certainly looks like it.” I nodded. She kneaded her bicep lovingly in a fashion that set me off. Casually, I crossed my legs to hide my growing erection. Her words alone inflamed me now, but her vibrant, powerful muscles and the way she caressed them was just too much.

Everything about her looked bigger and stronger, and even the way she moved seemed lither. It was as if she were becoming a superior species altogether. She’s going to smash the competition. Unfortunately, even as I was cheering her and congratulating her in my head, somehow my thoughts would always stray.

Around her I was a complete voyeur, hornier than ever, imagining what she’d be like in bed. Pushing me down, gloating over her superiority, having her way with me, and deciding on how I could best pleasure her. Riding me until she was satisfied. I’d heard stories about how female bodybuilders were VERY horny women because they had such high testosterone levels. Would she do me twice or would that be just hors d’oeuvres for her amazing body?

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(fetish, cosplay, faun, chastity, non-consensual) Playmate

By ChangeYourPassword

Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

This tale is a stand-alone story of an adventure at Paradise Isle. Please read at least the first section of the ‘Island Paradise, The Beginning’ for background on the wonderful island and its sexual vacation orientation. It sets the stage for this and other stories of sexual pleasures encountered on the island.

Read the previous chapters of Faun, first.

Willow had followed Alexandrea, timidly, into her house, bothered by not being able to say anything to her husband, who was under Isadora’s control. The two of them disappeared through another door just inside. She was really starting to worry about what she’d gotten herself into. And Liam too, for that matter.

But she had been and still was so very enthralled by her new ‘sister’, at least that’s the way she had come to think of her in the short time they’d been together. And without a doubt, she knew that was surreal. But the powerful witch was the most exciting person she’d ever met. And that applied to her appearance, her personality and her sexuality.

And, she figured that Liam would be alright. Isadora was a pretty and sexy woman, and Willow had no doubt that her husband would enjoy some fun time with her. After their orgy with the Japanese fans, she was confident that he could be trusted to both enjoy himself and not betray their love for one another.

She was surprised when Alexandrea grabbed a dog collar with attached leash off of a table and stepped up to her. When Willow tried to refuse, the witch reached up and grabbed one of her horns and gave her head a shake, saying, “don’t you move.” The tone of the woman’s order, was both shocking and intimidating, so she stood still as the leather strap was closed around her neck.

She’d encountered collars and leashes at cos-play events, and never liked the idea of characters being led around like a dog. It seemed so demeaning and so very submissive. She’d certainly never considered herself to be that compliant a person.

But here again, Alexandrea was having some unfathomable effect on her. She was actually okay with being on the end of her leash. Especially when Alexandrea began, lovingly whispering that it would make her feel better and safer to be secure and under her loving guidance. It was almost as if she was in some sort of hypnotic trance, that allowed her to believe the masterful witch. And with the leash in Alexandrea ‘s grasp, Willow had felt oddly better. Weird…

Inside the elegant home, Alexandrea led Willow by her leash into a large and comfortable great room, where a fire burned in a big fireplace and the lights were dim. There was a wall of widows that overlooked the town and the ocean, beyond.

It was a beautiful setting and Willow quickly calmed and stopped worrying. Especially when Alexandrea led her over to a soft couch. There, she sat while she maneuvered Willow to lay with her head on a small pillow in her lap.

Gently and lovingly the witch ran her hands around Willow’s head, the fur, ram’s horns and pointy elf-ears. Exploring and caressing.

The loving attention felt wonderful to the faun girl, and she relaxed even further, and listened as Alexandrea spoke quietly about how much she adored her exotic princess. How beautiful she was. And how very special she and her body were.

It made Willow feel so very happy and peaceful, that she closed her eyes and actually drifted off for a while.

When she awoke with a start sometime later, she was alone, still on the couch, but Alexandrea was gone.

The room was still peacefully quiet, with the flickering and snapping of the fireplace the only activity.

She laid for a few minutes, trying to figure out why she was there, and wondering what it could lead to. But mindlessly she didn’t know or care.

Eventually she stood up and walked toward a large open doorway where she saw some brighter light. When her hooves left the carpet and moved onto a hardwood floor, their clip-clop seemed to echo through the quiet.

“I’m in here.” She heard her hostess call from beyond the doorway.

Stepping into the next room, Willow had to blink her eyes to see a large, modern and brightly lit kitchen with Alexandrea standing, breathtakingly naked at a drinks’ station off to one side.

“Um, Hi.” Willow mumbled.

“Hi yourself, my love. I decided I needed a drink, so I made each of us one. Here.” And she offered a high-ball glass with a little ice and a lot of amber liquid.

Willow accepted it, but not knowing what it was, hesitated to try it.

“Well, drink up. You’ll like it.” Alexandrea instructed.

Willow jumped a little, istanbul travesti almost spilling her drink, but then held it up and took a sip. It did taste nice.

“Oh, come on, take a drink, not a tiny sip.”

Willow smiled sheepishly and took a healthy swallow. It burned, but it did taste good, and it immediately warmed her inside and out.

Alexandrea also took a drink and then reaching up with her off hand, grabbed Willow’s dangling leash and without another word led her down a long hallway and then into a huge and beautifully decorated master bedroom.

“Drink.” She said as they passed some furniture and moved toward the big bed.

Willow dutifully took another large swallow, as she walked along.

At the bed, Alexandrea put her glass down on the nightstand and then with a hand on her shoulder turned Willow around so she could untie her leather bikini top.

As she was fiddling with the knot, she again ordered “drink.”

And Willow complied. It did taste and feel good.

“You like?” Alexandrea asked as she finished untying and slipping off Willow’s top.

“Yes, it’s delicious, and it makes me feel all warm inside.”

“That’s as it should.” Alexandrea said softly, as she turned Willow around so that she could see her breasts. Of course, Willow could also see Alexandrea’s breasts, and her entire body, and she looked wonderful.

Alexandrea reached out and cupped each of Willows’ tits and gave her nipples a pinch. Willow shuddered, and chirped.

Alexandrea smiled, released them and turned to grab her glass. When she turned back, she took a sip and then held the glass up to Willow’s mouth. “Drink.” She ordered, again, and Willow with little choice opened her mouth so the witch could pour the rest of the contents down her throat.

As she swallowed, Willow wondered if Alexandrea was getting her drunk so she could take advantage of her. But then she giggled, as that seemed like a fine idea.

After putting her glass down, Alexandrea pulled Willow into a hug, holding her strongly and close and then they kissed. Willow enjoyed the feel of the witch’s lips and the taste of her lipstick, and she kissed back, tentatively nudging her tongue against Alexandrea’s teeth. And that led to the two of them kissing more passionately with their tongues inside each other’s mouths, probing and caressing.

It was wonderful.

Without breaking off the kiss Alexandrea slowly and gently walked Willow back and onto the bed. And giggling they half-fell, half-crawled back onto the soft mattress, with its extensive collection of pillows. Willow wound up buried in amongst them, with Alexandrea on top of her pressing her down, and holding her.

Alexandrea’s hands began wandering down her body fondling her arms, and sides, and then after a small change of position her chest and belly.

Willow moaned with pleasure, the woman’s touch was magical, especially when she massaged her way down to Willow’s easily available sex.

The woman was so delicate and loving, and her fingers tickled and aroused at the same time.

With her hands in Willow’s crotch, Alexandrea broke off the kiss and began slithering down the faun’s body.

At her breasts, she paused to lick and kiss, and even nibble at her nipples, and Willow shivered, and groaned at the tiny touch of pain, coupled with all of the pleasure.

But Alexandrea soon moved on, running her tongue down the center of her stomach, over her navel and then to her fur.

Alexandrea found the girl to be delightful. Willow’s mouth was delicate and expressively passionate, her nipples firm and fun, and her belly flat and charmingly ticklish. And when she arrived at her fur, it felt delightful, soft and comfortable to rest on.

She did have trouble though winnowing her way through the fur that surrounded her fantasy girl pussy. She had to part it with her fingers, in order to make way for her mouth and tongue. The fur was certainly less distasteful than pubic hair, but none of her lovers had any of that, these days. She always made sure of that.

After the sensuous trip and the happy discovery, Alexandrea applied her skills to Willow’s already wet pussy. And they both found it to be a very enjoyable experience.

Alexandrea discovered Willow’s pussy and clit, to be a perfect subject for her affections, and Willow’s reactions, her groaning, moaning, and thrashing made it clear that she loved every bit of the attention she was granted by the sexy woman who was making love to her.

Willow orgasmed, and then astonishingly came again only a few minutes later. And it left her panting and shivering and mumbling almost incoherently.

Alexandrea was pleased to hear the words ‘fantastic’ and ‘love’ amongst Willow’s ramblings.

They told her that she was succeeding in her conquest.

After Willow had calmed, a bit, with the help of light kisses and nibbles in her delicate sex, Alexandrea slowly crawled back up to lay next to her new lover. Again, they kissed, lovingly and repeatedly, until istanbul travestileri Alexandrea rolled onto her back and burrowed herself into the pillow pile.

“Your turn.” she whispered.

Willow agreed with the idea, but she worried that she’d never be as good as Alexandrea was, she had so little experience at making love to another woman. All she knew was how good it felt.

She followed Alexandrea’s approach, worming her way down the woman’s body, kissing and licking along the way.

Arriving at Alexandrea’s breasts she found them to be luxuriously larger, and her nipples grander and, surprisingly fun to suck. They were certainly not the size of Liam’s cock, but she found them similarly fun to suck on and tongue.

She was delighted to hear her girlfriend moan in pleasure, but she had to leave them behind when she felt Alexandrea grab her horns and push her gently off and down, towards her sex.

That pressure continued until Willow’s mouth reached the woman’s pussy. Which was itself hairless and wet with her juices. Willow lowered her head and kissed all around her crotch.

By then she was laying between the witch’s legs, flat on her chest her arms folded up at her elbows, her hands beneath her chin.

When she reached her fingers up to caress Alexandrea’s pussy, the woman pulled on her horns. “No hands, only mouth.”

Willow quickly folded her fingers down into her palms, and focused again on applying her tongue and lips to her lover’s sex.

She began kissing and licking her way along Alexandrea’s pussy lips, and then to her clit. She was again pleased when Alexandrea sighed happily.

As she began pushing her tongue into her lover’s pussy, she felt Alexandrea spread her legs a bit and then a pulling on her horns, drawing her head, and tongue deeper inside.

For a moment she panicked as her nose was blocked, and the airflow constricted, but she forced herself to relax and breath as best she could, and it was enough.

Alexandrea was holding tightly so she had little choice in the matter, in any case.

“I love your horns for this. They give me such control.” Alexandrea sighed.

Willow was delighted with her lover’s enjoyment, but also a bit dismayed by how helpless she felt. She was being so forcefully controlled by this witchy woman.

Brushing that stray feeling aside, she continued to do her best, pushing and pumping her tongue inside Alexandrea’s pussy. Fucking her. And as the woman approached her own orgasm, her hold on Willow’s head became even stronger and her pulling more forceful, as if she was fucking herself with Willow’s face and tongue.

When she exploded, Willow could feel it hit, as Alexandrea held her tightly in place. So tightly that again Willow found it difficult to breath. But she fought off the panic and held her air until Alexandrea sighed and relaxed her grip.

When Willow tried to lift her head, though, Alexandrea held her down. “Lick me clean,” she ordered. So that’s what she did. Gently, she licked, sucked and swallowed the woman’s lubrication.

Alexandrea even folded up her legs so she could push her ass up, to allow Willow to lick the wetness that had dribbled down to her rear hole. And with her grip on the horns, she pushed Willow’s face down to make sure she also licked that area.

Willow didn’t like that at all. Licking someone’s ass was definitely not something she’d ever done or ever wanted to do. But she didn’t have much choice, so she complied. And it wasn’t as bad as she expected it to be. Alexandrea was clean down there.

With that task completed, Alexandrea pulled Willow back up toward the head of the bed. There she used a cloth to wipe Willow’s mouth before she pulled her into another long kiss. The two of them then snuggled up and held each other closely and lovingly.

Willow felt wonderfully content. She had never had such a loving experience, at least not with another woman. And for a moment she was almost convinced that she’d never had such great sex with anyone, even Liam.

She laid there warm and happy, wrapped in Alexandrea’s arms, until she released her hold, and then got up on her knees to retrieve something from the nightstand’s drawer.

Willow just laid there, eyes closed, waiting and wondering. Curious, but not so much so that she wanted to open her eyes, and move to look.

She felt Alexandrea shift on the bed, and then felt her lay down next to her, but lower, to eventually rest her head on her fur-covered belly.

“You are so soft and comfortable,” Alexandrea said, quietly. “I do love your body.”

Willow just smiled, but didn’t move.

She jumped, though when she suddenly heard a buzzing sound and felt matching vibrations against her clit!

She tried to squirm and sit up, but Alexandrea’s head and a hand held her in place as she wielded the vibrator with her other hand.

“Stay still. Enjoy.” The woman ordered.

Willow tried. She had experimented vibrator’s before, when she was younger. Didn’t every girl? But She hadn’t travesti istanbul used them lately, and certainly not when wielded by another woman.

But it did feel good. And when Alexandrea pushed the thing, slowly, into her pussy, Willow moaned as it was starting to feel very, very nice.

When the thing hit on her G-spot, Willow again jumped and groaned, but it was a pleasurable reaction. And as the vibrator, it must have been phallus shaped, slipped deeper into her, Willow began her orgasm. It all felt so very good; Alexandrea was giving her pleasure like she’d never felt before.

Willow’s orgasm was gigantic. She cried out, a high-pitched screech that she’d never heard herself make before. It was certainly not in the range of the melodic tones that Willow the faun princess used to employ for communication.

She realized that her whole body had tensed and her back had arched, so with a conscious effort she forced herself to relax, and enjoy the last of her rapture.

A few moments later, when some of her senses had returned, she heard Alexandrea chuckling.

“What’s so funny?” Willow asked, breathlessly.

“I’m just pleased. Have you ever felt that good before?”

Willow sighed. She didn’t like admitting it, but, “it was the best ever.”

“Excellent. We’ll be doing it often.”

“Hmmm,” Willow answered. She liked the idea, but it also frightened her. How far would this go?

Sometime afterwards, with Willow more completely recovered, they were lying there holding each other when she moaned, “that was lovely, thank you.”

“Oh, that was nothing. There’s much more to come,” Alexandrea replied, confidently.

“Really, I almost passed out.” Willow said with a chuckle.

“Just wait. I am a witch, you know. And you’re a delicate and defenseless woodland creature.”

Willow laughed, and then fell back closing her eyes. More? She thought.

After they’d rested, holding each other, for another hour, Alexandrea, ordered, “stay here. I’ll be right back,” as she climbed out of the bed and disappeared into what looked like a huge walk-in closet.

When she returned, she told Willow to sit up and turn her back. Willow, a bit confused, pulled her legs up and sat, turned and wondered what her new lover was up to.

She was pleased when she felt Alexandrea remove the leather dog collar. But she was concerned and upset when she felt a larger, heavier collar, apparently metal, placed around her neck. And she got really worried when she heard a loud click when it was tightened shut.

Her hands went up quickly to her neck and she felt around the thing. It was probably two or even two-and-a-half inches tall, and an eighth of an inch thick and with a soft rubbery lining it fit her neck tightly. When she swallowed, she could feel it holding her throat.

And as she continued to feel around, she discovered a sizeable ring dangling down from the bottom edge in front. For the attachment of a leash, of course.

When felt at the back, she could find no seam, or lock.

“What the hell?” she cried out. Now really worried.

“No swearing!” Alexandrea said, sternly, from behind her. Then she grabbed one of willow’s horns and used it to urn her around on the mattress, so they were facing each other, as she sat down on the bed.

“That, my dear is your collar. My collar. You’ll wear it for me, for as long as I want you.”

“As long as you want me?”

“Yes. I’ve decided to keep you, at least for a while. I think you’re special, and worth owning, and training. Consider yourself my pet, little faun.”

She then leaned in and kissed her, but Willow was too shocked, and distressed with the situation to respond.

Displeased, Alexandrea, leaned away but threaded a finger through the collar’s ring as she did.

She used it to hold tightly to Willow’s neck and head.

“Listen carefully, my pet. I love you in my own very special way; as if you were my sister, my little sister. So, you will love me back. Now kiss me, little girl!”

And she pulled Willow back into a kiss with a grip on her collar and her other hand on a horn.

This time, Willow afraid and compliant, kissed her back. And it helped, her a little. It was a pleasurable and affectionate kiss and Willow did feel that there was love in it.

When Alexandrea finally broke off the kiss, she was smiling. “Better, my lovely faun. Better. You’re learning.”

Willow took a breath. Then with tears in her eyes, she moaned. “But Alexandrea, how can I?”

“How can you be my pet? Easy. You’re already collared. All you need to do is follow my instructions. I’ll train you how to behave. And I may punish you if you don’t.”

Willow sat stunned, trying to figure out what was happening to her. Pictures of the sex slaves back at Paradise Isle flashed through her head. And she didn’t like those images.

“I’m not a slave, or a pet.” She said, evenly, as if it were obvious.

Alexandrea, smiled indulgently, as if to a child, and shook her head, sadly. “Oh, but you are, my dear.” And she turned a bit to grab a length of chain out of the nightstand. When she turned back, she again threaded a finger through the collar’s ring and with a tug pulled Willow forward. Then she closed the chain onto the ring, with another click.

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Becky and Shelly are best friends, but Shelly secretly wished for more from Shelly. Shelly loved Becky’s big natural boobs and could not wait for her to turn 18 since she would legally be required to be naked like Shelly did when she turned 18 a few months prior. That day was only in a few hours and once her friend was naked she would confess her feelings. The fact they were having a slumber party just made things better. As the clock struck midnight Shelly knew it was time. Becky went up to her and comforted her telling her. “It’s ok Beck I know it is scary but I will be with you the entire time.”

“Thanks Shell, I really needed that,” she replied as she stripped naked.

“Beck there is something I need to tell you,” Shelly said.

“Yes” Becky replied.

Shelly’s face turned red as she built up the courage and said, “I love you.”

Becky was in shock as Shelly kissed her on the lips and the two began to have sex. This was sadly not Shelly’s first time since she had to do it with any man who asked but Becky was overjoyed. The two girls were at it for hours until the were covered in each other’s cum and fell asleep.

When Shelly woke up she saw Becky with her arms and legs tied behind her back with a ring gag in her mouth and her parents crying as two men stood in the back.

“What is going on?” Shelly asked.

Becky’s dad explained, We are in serious financial trouble and we were forced to sell our daughter to a istanbul travesti hucow farm.”

“Wait no you can’t do that I love her,” Shelly pleaded.

“I know that is why we let the two of you have your fun last night because you will never see her again.” Becky’s father replied.

“How can you do this to your own daughter” she asked.

“Because nobody would want my wife, we checked and it was not going to happen but a young girl with large boobs was ideal to the hucow farm industry.” he replied.

Shelly tried to run to Becky but was stopped just before, she managed to get off a small kiss before being dragged away.

Becky felt the kiss end and began to cry and tried to scream but all they could here was stuff like “uk u” and “et e g u as rds.” She was shoved into a large crate that barely fit her in. There was a dildo placed at the back. She cried for hours and once she finally managed to get a hold of herself she decided to try out the dildo. She was not as satisfied as she was last night but at least she was able to do something.

She was blinded by the light as the cage opened and she was dragged out. As her eyes readjusted she felt cold metal on her arms and legs and then felt them untied she was stuck in an x pose. She returned to her rant as a man came up to her pulled the ring gag off and grabbed her tongue and placed a knife to it. “If you don’t shut up and only moo I will cut that tongue out of your travesti istanbul mouth” he explained.

Becky nodded and began to moo as an id number was tattooed on her ass, a tracking chip was implemented, her nipples, and breasts were pierced. A large bell was placed on her neck and a large ring was placed in her nose. Finally the chemicals that made her able to digest piss, shit and cum were put in her.

She was then introduced to the cycle she would live forever. For 9 hours she was milked as she was impaled by dildos, she was given an hour to eat all three meals, 5 hours of scheduled sex, an hour for all hygiene related problems and 8 hours of sleep.

She was trained for a month and once she was a fully broken hucow she was made available to public use for those 5 hours.

Shelly spent that month crying like a baby she did poorly in school and fell deeper and deeper into depression.

Once she learned Becky was made available for public sex she visited her and wanted to end her life as she saw Becky mooing happily as men and slaves all had sex with her. But she knew there was another way. She would break her out.

Putting on a sex mask to conceal her identity Shelly broke into the facility and came to Becky’s cell. After entering she looked over her friend and tried to pull her away after kissing her but she refused to move and only mooed. Shaking her Shelly begged her to snap out of it but she would not. istanbul travestileri Her eyes had fear in her eyes and Shelly did not see the man knock her out.

She awoke naked in a bathroom and knew what happened. She tried to beg for mercy but the ring gag placed in her mouth prevented it.

“Welcome new hutoilet Shelly,” the director said. “You have already been chemically altered to digest piss shit and cum, you will behave or I will move you to a more public bathroom and of course you will never see this hucow again. But if you do behave you will stay here and get to be hucow Becky’s personal toilet. Shelly’s gag was removed and she looked up at him and said “I will do it so I can be with Becky.”

She was slapped and told by the owner, “you will refer to me and all men as master and this girl and all other slaves as bitches.

The two girls had sex and Becky cummed all over Shelly. She then did her best to piss as best as she could into Shelly’s mouth and the same with her shit. She then licked her ass and pussy clean and watched as the love of her life walked away. The owner looked down at her and told her, “that was to show you I was serious and if you ever want to do that again you do everything that is requested of you, now clean your face up he said.

Shelly licked the piss and shit up and looked up seeing his dick just above her face. He peed all over her and then shit all over her and had the other hutoilets did the same. After cleaning all there asses she was left there and was ordered to not remove any of it.

After a day sitting like this she was finally cleaned off although it was miserable she knew it was worth it so she could be with Becky for the rest of her life.

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