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If any loser skater boy has ever called you ‘Amanda’ – please read to the end!

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I sat on the sidewalk dreaming about a career as a pro skater. It was early afternoon and too humid for my taste. I really should have practiced instead of just sitting at the curb killing time. I liked the concept of being a skater more than I liked the practice and the bailing and the frustration. And besides it was really too hot to do anything other than to sit there.

I should have done something more useful, but didn’t know what that might be.

All of my friends had gone home already, but I had no place to go better than this alleyway that smelled of the dumpster behind me and dried piss. There was just me, my board, that curb and my boredom.

But then things changed:

The alarm on Fat Mikey’s Pawnshop rang loudly through the narrow streets. It wasn’t the first time I heard it. We had actually triggered it before as some sort of a dare, because we figured that Fat Mikey was a dangerous mobster. Looking back, he probably wasn’t.

We called him Fat Mikey because it sounded like a mob name and Mikey was Italian. It was ironic, of course, because Mikey was the skinniest, scrawniest guy you had ever seen. He probably wasn’t a mobster, but he was definitely into some shady business.

I looked up, and there was this woman coming around the corner, walking toward me at a fast pace. She had a backpack slung around her shoulder.

She walked really fast, like a person who didn’t want to be seen running. She turned around to check whether someone was following her. The woman looked suspiciously like someone who didn’t want to look suspicious.

From a distance I thought she was early 30ish. She had a very female body, wide hips, ample boobs, a hint of a belly. But she wasn’t fat or anything. She looked just right. Like a woman, not like a girl, you know.

She was a dirty blonde, her long hair tied in a long ponytail that bounced left and right. Looked like she needed to dye her hair again. Her hairline was darker than the ponytail. She wore bulky shorts and underneath her pale skin there was a large tattoo on her thigh. A traditional American tattoo with a pin up girl. But even from the distance I saw that it was a cheap tattoo with torn out lines, and it was already starting to fade.

I thought: ‘Why would a woman get a tattoo of another woman on her thigh, unless she was a lesbian?’

The thought made me feel oddly disappointed, because she looked really hot for her age.

For a brief moment we looked at each other. I liked her huge brown eyes. I nodded at her and smiled at her. Reassuringly. You know, to tell her she would make and I wouldn’t call the cops on her, or something.

Maybe she nodded back, I couldn’t really tell. She reached into the pocket of her shorts, and I thought she’d pull out a gun and shoot me.

No witnesses, you know. It didn’t scare me though. I dunno. It would have been cool to have her point a gun at me.

Yeah, I know. That was a weird thought.

Instead she got her keys out, opened the door to a beat-up, dusty Sprinter van, threw her backpack in and drove off, revving up the engine. There was something distinct in the sound of the engine that didn’t sound healthy. A few seconds later the van disappeared when she turned left into a dead-end street.

I wondered why she would do that. But then again she couldn’t know that it was a dead end because we had torn down the sign. Francis wanted to use it as a ramp to skate on. That was months ago but the city hadn’t replaced it.

In the distance there was a police siren. But I didn’t know whether it was coming for the woman. There were always a lot of police sirens in this area.

I felt a little empty. Like I had wasted another opportunity. I had become quite good at missing out on chances. Although I didn’t know what I should have done in this instance.

I was good at living in fantasies though and so I pictured myself standing in front of her. Maybe she held a snub-nosed revolver in one hand, casually pointing it to the floor. And I would drop on my knees to inspect that tattoo on her thigh and then I would plant a kiss on her leg. Right there where the mouth of that tattooed lady was.

And she would put away her gun and play with my hair. And then she would reach for my arm and make me stand up, and we would look at each other, and I would look at those big brown eyes and the tiny wrinkles around her eyes. There were not many, just enough to show that she’d been around. And then she would pull me closer and kiss me. And I would return the kiss.

She’d be really good at kissing. She’d know what to do, and I’d let her do it. She’d be really experienced, and you know, she’d totally take the lead.

She would push one of her knees between my legs, and I’d open them for her, and she would slide it up and down. I’d be so fucking nervous. Especially when she moved it up. You know, when she was about to touch my junk. I was really hard. It felt almost painful. Temelli Escort But in a good way painful.

I’d have one hand on her hips. And my heart would beat like crazy. I’d slip my hand down slowly to touch her round ass. And I would close my hand and grab it, hoping she wouldn’t mind and let me do it. But her kiss would just become more intense, as if she liked it. And then my hand would explore, get between her ass cheeks and the thought of where I would end up if I continued down would blow my mind…

I don’t know where all that came from. Me having these crazy phantasies in the middle of a humid day in an alleyway that was dominated by the smell of dried piss.

I really needed to get laid.

I really did.

There was just too much testosterone in my system.

I wasn’t great at skating, but I was a total disaster with girls. I didn’t understand them, and they didn’t get me. I thought that there must be some kind of spell on me that made me repel them. Like mosquito spray. I just couldn’t figure out what it was.

I was brought back out of self-pity mode into reality.

The motor of the van roared loudly in the distance, like a giant angry beast.

The next second it came around the corner heading towards me at a breakneck speed. That was my chance I thought vaguely. I was looking forward to catching another glimpse of the woman. I stood up, as the car came closer.

Through the windshield I saw her face.

And she looked back at me.

And then she drove past me.

But before I could delve into the pool of my disappointment again. She hit the brakes violently, and the Sprinter skidded to a halt. Then she put in the reverse and the large vehicle drove toward me again. The engine in reverse now really high pitched and super pissed.

I had to step aside, not to be run over.

“Hey, Tony!”, she said.

My name isn’t Tony. She saw that I was confused and pointed at my skateboard.

“Tony Hawk, right? You know your way around here?”

Her voice had a darker pitch than I would have expected and looking at her more closely I estimated her to be in her mid to late thirties. But I liked her. I also liked her lips as she spoke. They looked just right. Maybe because of that bright red lipstick that looked a touch to cheap. I didn’t know anything about lipstick, but I could tell that it was cheap, because it was smeared a little in the corners of her mouth. For a brief moment I had to think of my erect dick. I tried to push that thought away, though. I needed to focus so that I wouldn’t miss another opportunity.

So I nodded yes.

“I kind of need to get out of here quickly. But I’m fucking lost.”

I nodded again: “I know what you mean. Traffic regulations around here are a bitch!” I wanted to sound cool, but I came across as an idiot.

“You can say that again,” she sighed. “Want to help me out? I’ll reward you.”

“Sure.” I said.

I made a step in front of the car to give her directions, but she interrupted me:

“No, no, no. Forget that! I can’t remember that shit. Do me a favor and hop in, will you?”

“Sure.”

I knew that I had hit the jackpot.

So I walked around the van and got on the passenger seat.

She drove off, before I had closed the door. I wanted to put on the seatbelt, but it was all tangled up. And when I looked at her, she didn’t wear one either.

“You like what you see?” she asked.

I may have stared a little too long at her large chest. There was another American traditional tattoo of a an angry tiger protruding from underneath her wide shirt. Her shirt revealed a lot of cleavage.

“Don’t worry! It’s okay!” she said. “I like men looking at my body! Go ahead, it’s free!” She laughed and turned her body a little towards me as if to present it to me. But I was too shy to take another look.

“Suit yourself!” she smiled, and I felt flattered that she had called me a man.

I gave her directions and pretty soon we were on our way out of the city.

She relaxed and then did something I didn’t expect. She put her hand on my thigh. I became tense. That was pretty new to me.

“Relax!” she said. “I don’t bite!”

I smiled back and said: “Yeah, I know!”

It came out damn lame.

I guided her out of the city on the smaller streets, and everything went smoothly. Soon we ha made it out of town. No more police sirens. I could feel her tension evaporate the further we got away from the city.

“Thanks man!” she said and once again she reached over to pat my thigh.

This time I tried to stay calm, and I even opened my legs a little. She looked at me and grinned, and then she slid it up my leg until her pinky finger lay on the bulge of my pants. I tried not to give away a reaction, acted as if I was used to be being touched there. At the same time, I didn’t mind her feeling how things had got hard between my legs. Her pinky finger tapped a little on that bulge. It was casual, but I knew that this was also deliberate. Temelli Escort Bayan For a while she drove and we were both silent. It was all about her pinky finger on my dick, and I closed my eyes and just enjoyed those tiny movements she made with her finger. This was awesome.

From the corner of my eyes I could see her looking at me smiling. But I pretended not to see. I wanted her to continue. Words would only distract.

The longer her hand rested on my upper thigh the more familiar it became. Like we were some sort of couple, in a real relationship, fresh in love. Her hand on my head felt like she had claimed her property, and I was totally okay with that.

I wondered whether I should reach over and put my left hand on her thigh, but I honestly didn’t dare to. And it wouldn’t feel right. It would be awkward, especially since I didn’t have a magic pinky that would casually cause all these sensations. Maybe I didn’t have to act. Maybe I could just sit there and enjoy and maybe there’d be a time when I could do something for her. I had no clue where this was leading.

When you are in a relationship you can be comfortable without constantly wondering what the other may think. Not my thought, but I had heard something like that in a movie.

It was a dumb idea because I barely knew her, and we were not in any sort of relationship. I really wanted us to be in one, though.

“What do I call you?”

“Tony is okay!”

“You’re a smart boy. Never give your real name to a stranger.”

I minded the ‘boy’ but didn’t let it show. After all she was right. I had just turned 19.

“So what do I call you?”

“Honey, I can be whoever you want me to be. What do you want my name to be?”

“Amanda,” I said without thinking.

“Really? Okay, okay. Nobody has ever called me Amanda. I don’t mind Amanda. ‘Amanda and ‘Tony’. Has a certain ring to it!”

“Like Bonnie and Clyde?”

She laughed: “Let’s hope not. Didn’t end well for them!”

I guided her along narrow side roads like she requested.

It was getting late, and so Amanda wanted to find a place for the night.

“Off the road somewhere. Any suggestions?”

I knew this quarry pond away from any roads, so I suggested that to her and she agreed.

“So, we are staying there for the night?”

“Sure, why not? I got everything we need. We got a place to sleep, there is food and beer in the cooler. Or do you have to be someplace?”

“Not really.”

She pointed to the back of the van, and I turned around and checked. There were a few cartoon boxes neatly stacked. A small mattress was on the ground with a few blankets and next to them a couple of large plastic boxes and duffel bags with clothes spilling out of them. There was also a large cooling box.

“So, you are living here, in this van?”

“Let’s say temporarily.”

“Until?”

“Until I got my shit together, and I can move on.”

“Sounds secret.”

“Yeah you know, what they say: Don’t ask questions, and you won’t hear lies, okay ‘Tony’?”

“Sure Amanda!”

We smiled at each other, and it felt like we really bonded.

We finally got to that small lake. The water lay still, glittering in the setting sun. Nobody was there.

She parked the van right at the bank and got out with a sigh:

“Dude! This is fucking beautiful!”

I got out as well, and I must admit that I was pretty nervous. I was alone with that woman I had just met. I didn’t know anything about her and we were going to spend the night together at that lake.

“Fuck me, this is gorgeous! I think I’m going for a swim! I need to cool off! You think I can do that?”

“Sure, why not?” Me and my friends had come here a couple of years ago with some girls, hoping to get them to skinny dip with us. But the girls didn’t want to. They just sat at the tiny sandy beach and chatted among themselves and looked at their phones. So we, the guys, went for a swim on our own. Without the girls it turned out disappointing, though.

Amanda ran right towards the water. She kicked off her shoes and took off her shirt and her bra and her shorts, until the only thing she wore were her plain black cotton panties.

She ran right into the water squealing:

“Dude, this is so cold! It’s also sooo right! I haven’t done that in ages!”

I wondered why, and my first thought was that she had just come out of prison. It was a dumb thought, and yet there was a lot of evidence to support such an idea. And after all she had this no bullshit confidence that I guess you could only acquire in prison. But of course that was a dumb idea and I kind of felt bad for it.

I wish she’d turned around when she undressed, so that I’d be able to see her large boobs. I really wanted to see them bounce as she ran into the lake. Unfortunately, she didn’t. But I figured I would, when she got out. I was really hoping for that.

Instead she revealed another large tattoo of two angel wings on her shoulder blades. Escort Temelli It looked a bit odd, because I only pictured them on young women in their twenties, and not on older women. I wondered what Amanda had looked like fifteen years ago. Actually, I came to the conclusion that she couldn’t have looked hotter than that day.

“Come in!” she yelled at me and waved, I got lucky because for a brief moment her boob with the tiger tattoo on it emerged from the water.

I couldn’t come in, though.

“I don’t have any clothes to change!” It was a lame excuse.

“Then take ’em off!”

But it wasn’t the clothes that I was worried about. I would have done it. However, I really didn’t want her to see my large boner. The thought of being naked in front of her felt embarrassing. I figured that she must have seen so many naked men that I wasn’t sure I’d meet her standards.

“You can have some of my panties!” she yelled at the top of her lungs and laughed.

The thought made me shudder a little. At the same time it also seemed kind of hot to be wearing her panties. Strangely enough it turned me on.

She swam out to the middle of the pond, and I didn’t know what to do, so I thought, I’d be a gentleman. I went to the van, opened the cooler, found a six pack of beer and a large towel.

Then I went back and sat on that little beach and watched her. All I could think of was how beautiful she was.

Finally, Amanda came out of the water, but she was so casual about it that I missed when she revealed her breasts to me. They were large with big dark areolas and erect nipples. Her breasts swung gently as she came out of the little lake. The tiger on her chest seemed to warn me to stay away. I didn’t care, though.

I watched how the water from her ponytail that clung to her chest ran down, between her breasts and then down to her belly.

When she came closer, I felt embarrassed for ogling her, and looked down on my phone as if I was busy with something.

Then she suddenly stood right in front of me.

“Man, you should have come in! This is really amazing.”

I didn’t dare to look up, didn’t know what to do, and so the only thing that I came up with was: “Yeah…”

She pulled her black panties down her hips and stepped out of them.

I couldn’t believe it. Suddenly she was completely naked right in front of me! Literally at arm’s length. If I reached out, I’d be able to touch her pussy!

I caught a quick glimpse and saw her thick wet bush between her legs. It was darker than her hair on the head. And there was something so fascinating about it, but also so secret and forbidden.

She wrung out her panties and some drops fell to the ground. All I could think of was where those drops had been and what magic potion they contained.

“Can you help me get dry?” she asked, and I raised my head quickly to look into her eyes instead of her mound and said:

“Yeah, sure!”

I handed her the towel, without taking my eyes off hers, but she said:

“I want you to do it.”

She extended her hand to me, and she deliberately held it right at her hips. She wanted me to see her naked body.

She was clearly amused by how timid I was.

But man, this was really too much for me, the guy with the least experience with women!

And so I took her hand and took my first glance at a naked woman in real life. Not just an image on some porn site.

She helped me up and didn’t mind that I was staring a little too long.

It was a bit dumb, I have to admit. But there was more than the simple fact that she was naked. There was also the question what that meant and what I was supposed to do. I mean, it must really sound moronic, but I was too fucking scared to do anything. I didn’t want to mess this up.

Not another missed opportunity!

I was happy for her to lead like she had done all day. I also didn’t want to look uninterested or indifferent or whatever she might think. But I couldn’t just jump her either!

I hadn’t done anything like this before!

I get it, this is a site where people read porn stories, and I have no clue what everyone else is writing. I don’t read porn, I prefer to watch it, and I’m writing this for an entirely different reason! I suppose most men in these stories are alpha-male studs and all women are savvy supermodels! But I am not!

Anyway…

This was so hot!

I took the towel, walked behind her and dried her shoulder. I wasn’t rubbing away the drops on her body, I was softly dabbing, as if her skin was some precious canvas, some piece of art. Amanda didn’t say anything, she just stood there and let it happen.

I think she enjoyed it, and because I was too scared to work my way down her back, I opened her ponytail and brushed through her hair, before I gently wiped the towel over her neck.

“You’re good at this!” she said softly, and I felt pretty proud of myself and also gained some courage.

So I finally decided, I had to make a move.

After all there was this gorgeous woman who had done everything to seduce me. There was not a lot of uncertainty left when it came to her intentions. And although I wasn’t sure what I was allowed to do, in an act of unbelievable bravery I planted a soft kiss on her shoulder blade, right at the top of her tattooed wing.

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Babam öleli 6 yıl olmuştu. Ben üniversite ikinci sınıf öğrencisiydim. Abim ve ablam evlenmişlerdi ve kendi ayrı evleri vardı. Babaannem, annem ve ben kazamızda ayrı bir evde yaşıyorduk. Daha doğrusu ben yaz aylarında onların yanında oluyordım. O yaz babannem de öldü ve ben annemi İstanbul getirmek zorunda kaldım. İkimiz tek odalı bir evde yaşıyorduk çünkü tüm geçimimizi benim aldığım burs ile karşılıyorduk. Gündüz bir köşede üstüste yığılan yatak ve yorganlarımız gece yatacağımız zaman yere seriliyordu, tabii sabahleyinde toplanıyordu. Yemeğimizi yer sofrası kurarak yiyorduk ve ben ders çalışacağım zaman küçük portatif masamızı açıyordum. O dönemde televizyon falan yoktu. Ben ders çalışmaya başlayınca da annem esnemeye başlayıp hemen yatakları serer uyumaya başlardı. Bir gün yine ben masamı açıp ders çalışmaya başlayınca annem de yataklarımızı serdi ve kendi yatağına yatıp yorganı başına çekti. Ben onu uyudu sanıyordum ama bir süre sonra dikkatimi çekti. Yorganı hafiften kıpırdıyor ve derinlerden belli belirsiz bir Fatih Escort inleme sesi geliyordu. Tüm dikkatimi oraya toplayınca 45 yaşındaki annemin masturbasyon yapmakta olduğunu düşünmeye başladım ve inanılmaz bir şekilde gerildim ve birden sikim kalktı. Önce ne yapmam gerektiğini bilemedim ama çok geçmeden annemin gerçekten masturbasyon yapıp yapmadığını öğrenme arzusu beni sardı. Sessizce gidip aniden yorganı kaldırınca gerçeği gördüm, orgazma yeni başlamıştı, hiç bir şey yapamadan devam etti ve biz göz göze geldik. Ben de şaşkındım ne yapacağımı ne diyeceğimi bilemeden öylece kalakalmıştım. Önce kendini toparlayan yine o oldu ve beni elimden tutarak kendine çekti. Yanına düştüm, bana sarılıp ağlamaya başladı. Onu üzmek istememiştim ve ona “tamam anne üzme kendini, ben seni iyi anlıyorum” dedim ve yanından kalkmaya cabalarken o ısrarla bana sarılıp hıçkıra hıçkıra ağlıyordu, çok istememe rağmen onu o halde bırakıp ayrılamadım ve saçlarını okşamaya başladım. Ana amacım onu teselli etmekti. Escort Fatih Galiba o beni yanlış anladı ve hıçkırıklarının arasında sikimi avuçlayıp okşamaya başladı, bir taraftan da içini çekiyordu. Karmakarışık duygular içindeydim ki annem “donlarını yıkarken döl lekelerin burnuma onun kokusunu bile getiriyor” dedi. [Bu arada bir küçük açıklama:o yıllarda annem çamaşırlarımızı elde sabunla leğen içinde yıkardı ve sözünü ettiği döl lekesi ise o yıllarda geceleri gördüğüm rüyalarımda(türkçe:şeytan aldatması, english:wet dream) kendiliğinden oluşan orgasmlarımda ki spermlerin lekesiydi].. Duygularım iyice karmaşıklaşmıştı, önce beynimi kullanıp mantıklarımla hareket etmek istedim ama hormonlarım buna izin vermedi, annemin davranışları da buna destek oldu… 19 Yaşında bir erkektim, annem bile olsa sıcacık bir kadın bedeniyle sarmaş dolaştım. Galiba annem de benim gibiydi, tüm dini inançları vb. Bir kenara oğlu bile olsa bir erkek bedenini özlemişti. İşte bu düşünce ve duygularla her ikimiz de Fatih Escort Bayan tabuları bir kenara atıp hızla soyunduk. Öpüştük, çıplak bedenlerimizi biribirine sardık, kısası her ikimiz de cinsel açlığımızı biribirimizde doyurma arzusuna frensiz bir şekilde giriştik. Benim tek deneyimim genelev kadınlarıydı(onların da sayıları sanıyorum 4 ya da 5 idi), buna karşılık annemin tek deneyi ise babamdı. İçgüdülerimin yönlendirmesiyle sikim annemin amının içine girmişti ve o benim altımda yatıyor, gözgöze bakışıyorduk. Ensemden tutup başımı kendine çekti ve dudaklarıma çok narin bir öpücük koyarak “sikin içimde hala sert, neler hissediyorsun?” dedi. Gerçekten çok utandım gözlerimi gözlerinden kaçırdım ama sikim hala onun o sıcacık amının içindeydi. “Bilmiyorum ! ! ” Dedim ama o anda istemsiz birşekilde gerilip, titremeye başladım ve annemin amının içine boşaldım, yani tüm spermlerim annemin amının içindetdi. Annem bunu farketti ve bana sarılarak ve beni öperek “korkma, rahatça getir belini ! !” Dedi… Sonra neler mi oldu ? Tabii sabaha kadar sikiştik…. Ve… Ve… Ve sonra olanları da izin verirseniz sonra yazayım. Şu anda ben 65 yaşındayım ve annem 91 yaşında… Bu arada geçen 46 yıl içinde neler olduğunu bilmek isterseniz lütfen bundan böyleki itiraflarımı okurmusunuz ! Saygılarımla ! !Gönderen: Uğur

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Ben 29 yaşında özel bir şirkette idareci olarak çalışmaktayım yaklaşık 6 yıllık evliyim ve evliliğimde çok mutluyum ama insan bazen değişik şeyler istiyor mesela eşimle sevişirken son zamanlarda bir atın veya eşeğin yatak odamızda olmasını istiyorum bu bana müthiş bir zevk veriyor ama bir türlü esraya bu durumu açamadım ve bende bir saplantı olarak kaldı Sadece onun atınkini ellemesini görmek bile beni müthiş etkiliyordu sevişirken fanteziler kuruyoruz ama onu hiç denememiştim ve müthiş heyecanlıydı mutlaka bunu yaşamalıydık köyümüzde bizim çiftliğimiz vardı yaz tatiline oraya gittik ve çok güzel yeşilliklerle kaplıydı köylüler bizleri gelmişdi ye hazırlıklar falan ben dolaşacağım dedim ve gezinmeye başladım çayır çimen derken ahıra geldim ve merakla içeri girdim ve içerde gerçekten genç gösterişli bir tay vardı genç olduğu belliydi cıva gibiydi hemen erkek olup olmadığına baktım müthiş bir heyecan kasırgası yaşamaya başladım erkekti içimi ateş basmış titremeye başlamıştım kimbilir siki ne kadar büyüktür ve eşimin amına sürtündükçe nasılda dikleşir diye düşünürken At bana bakarken ereksiyon olmaya başlamıştı genç olduğundan olsa gerek bana bile sulanmaya başlamıştı kınıdan yavaşca çıkıyordu hermilimi çıktıkça içimde Ahievran Escort şimşekler çarpıyordu sonunda iyice uzadı 25 santimetreyi buldu bir gelen olur teredtütüde var daha fazla orada duramadım durdukça azıyordum neredeyse ben eğilip tadına bakacaktım ben çıkarken nasılda mahsunca bakıyordu suratıma sanki gel senin için kaldırdım ve senin o der gibiydi bende isteksiz isteksiz gitmek zorunda kaldım eve geldim akşam oldu gençler arasında otururken tay yenimi çok güzel dedim yalnız beni görünce birden ereksiyon oldu dedim ve neredeyse 50 santim çıkardı dedim gırgır şamatayla karışık eşimin yüzünde şimşekler çaktı yeğenimde öyledir genç olduğundan dedi herkese aynı sadece sana değil dedi ben korktum ya dedim ya bağlı olmasaydı beni ne yapardı dedim gülüştük ama eşimin aklı kalmıştı belli oluyordu aradan iki gün geçti ve bizimkiler uzak köylerden birinde akrabamızın düğününe gitmeleri gerekiyordu ve cümbür cemaat gittiler tabi bizi bıraktılar çiftlikte göz kulak olun diye bulunmaz bir fırsattı bu mutlaka değerlendirmeliydim Ahır işlerine eşimi verdiler kadın olduğu için ilk gün girdi ve ban dediği dediğin doğruymuş at beni görüncede ereksiyon oldu çok korktum dedi bende neden korktun ne yapsın senin Ahievran Escort Bayan gibi güzel bir kadını görünce sikini tutamamıştır keşke rahatlatsaydın dedin ne yapacaktım ki dedi bende elleseydin oracıkta boşalırdı azmış çünki dedim hatta yalayabilirdin de dedim yok yaaa ben orospumuyum dedi ama bir yandan da yutkunuyordu bende onun orospuluğumu olurdu edim neyse deyip kapadım ama biliyorumki aklı ondaydı ben o bahçeye gittiğinde ahırın üst bölümüne balyaların arasına özel bir yer yaptım yarın mutlaka gözleyecektim onu yukarıda olduğundan rahatlıkla görecektim yarın sabah oldu bende işim var kahveye gidiyorum diye çıktım evden hemen ahırda yerimi aldım çok geçmedi geldi kıyafetini de değiştirmiş atın yanına gelince önce onu sevdi sakinlaştiriyordu her halde tabi bunu anlayan at yine ereksiyon olmaya başlamıştı eğildi ve bakmaya başladı biraz duraksar gibi oldu at siki çekilmeye başlayınca bizimki hemen atağa kalktı ve sırtından doğru arka tarafına geldi kuyruğunun olduğu yere geldiğinde atta kuyruğunu kaldırıp yapması gerekenleri gösterir gibiydi arka bacaklarının arasından aşağılara kayıp siyah taşaklarına dokunmasıyla atın siki bir fırladıki anlatamam acayip şekilde ereksiyon olmuştu Escort Ahievran bizimkinin gözleri çıkmış dikkatle inceliyordu kafası genişlemiş ve yukarı aşağı hareket ediyordu anlatılmaz bir almaya başlamıştım birazda kıskançlık duyar gibiydim yavaşca eğildi ve daha da yakından bakmaya başladı bir eliyle taşaklarını okşuyor bir elinide sikine götürdü ve hafif hafif sıkarak onu delirtiyordu o oynadıkça attan garip sesler çıkıyordu bir volkan gibi boşalmaya başladığında bizimki çok şaşırmıştı öyle menileri vardı ki oluk gibiydi at boşalmış ama siki hala dikti taşaklarını bırakıp elini bacaklarının arasına götürdü eteğini kaldırınca külotsuz ve tıraşlamış olduğunu gördüm amını bastırarak getirmeye çalışıyor bu arada atın sikine hızlı bir şekilde mastürbasyon yapıyordu artık ok yaydan çıkmış ve eğilip atınkini ağzına aldı hemde ne yalama müthiş bir şey olmalı ben bile seyrederken etkilendim ve ağzım sulandı kimbilir o nasıl zek alıyordu at rahatlamanın zevkiyle sönmeya başlamış sikine masaj yapan kadına bakarken eşim ağnıa sokuyor ara sıra tükürmek için bırakıyor tekrar başlıyor şılap şılap diye sesler geliyordu artık daha fazla dayanamadı ve sakır sakır gelmeye başladı boşalınca pişmanlık duymuş olmalıki hemen oradan uzaklaştı bende hemen oradan çıkıp doğru eve gittim sanki kahveden geliyormuş gibi yapıp yanına sokuldum eminim daha ağzını yıkama fırsatı olmamıştı dudaklarına birden yapışınca çok şaşırmıştı geri çekilmeye çalıştı ve dudaklarını emerken meyhoş bir tadın atın sikinden akan menilerin tadı olduğunu anlatmaya yetiyordu

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Selamlar, ben ceren. Sizlere gerdek gecemi anlatacağım. Önce kendimden biraz bahsedeyim. Ben 2 ay önce evlenen ve kızlığını o gecede kaybeden, yani anlayacağınız daracık deliklere sahip olan, İzmirli bir bayanım. Düğün faslından sonra odamıza çıktık. Asansörde 9. Kata kadar çıkarken ateşli bir şekilde öpüştük. Önündeki şişliği fark etmiştim. Hatta korkmaya başladım desem yalan olmaz:-) neyse odamıza girdikten sonra beni duvara yasladı. Kapalı bir şekilde sürtmeye başladı. Sonra önüme eğildi. Gelinliğimin eteğinin altına girip hiç açılmamış olan amımı önce kilodumun üzerinden okşadı. Daha fazla dayanamamış Lalahan Escort olacak ki kilodumu diz hizama kadar indirdi. Ve kutumu yalamaya başladı. Çok fazla zevk alıyordum. Göğüslerim zevkten öyle bir şişmiştiki südyenim onları tutamıyordu. Daha sonra kilodumu tamamen çıkarıp attı. Beni yatağın üstüne oturttu. Üstündekileri çıkarttı. Sadece boxerla kalmıştı. Yatağın üzerine uzandı ve beni yanına çağırdı. Boxerını benim çıkarmamı istedi. Bende tabi ki çıkardım. Çıkarmamla yerinden ok gipi fırlayıp yüzüme geldi. Elinle tutup dudaklarıma deydirmeye başladı. Bende istediğini Escort Lalahan anlayıp ağzıma almaya başladım. Ben yaladıkça o daha fazla büyüyordu. Ben halen gelinlikleydim. Bu gereksiz aksesuardan kurtulmak istiyor olacakki ani bir hareketle beni altına aldı. Yüz üstü yatırdıktan sonra sırtımdaki fermuarı çözdü ve gelinlikten beni kurtardı. Şimdi sadece südyen ve kilotla kalmıştım. O ise çırılçıplaktı. Beni sırt üstü yatırdı. Ve kilodumun üzerinden sürtmeye başladı. Bir süre sonra südyenimi çıkardığını hissettim. Kocaman olmuş göğüslerimi yalamaya başladı. Hiç bu kadar fazla Lalahan Escort Bayan zevk alacağımı sanmıyordum. Göğüslerimi yalaya yalaya aşağıya doğru geldi. Ve kilodumu indirmeye başladı. Kısa bir süre sonra kilodumdan tamamen kurtulup hiç açılmamış amıma doğru geldi ve onu da yalamaya başladı. Ben inlemeye başlamıştım. Artık sıra gelmişti. Bacaklarımı iki yana doğru iyice açtı. Ellerimle amımı aralamamı istedi. Bende dediğini yaptım. Kafasını amımın dudaklarına sürttü. Ve yavaş yavaş içime girmeye başladı. Birden hızlıca bastırdı. Başta çok bir acı duydum. Kanadığını hissettim. Başlarda büyük bir acı duymama rağmen zaman geçtikçe zevk almya başladım. Ve kısa bir süre sonra beraberce boşaldık. O gece sabhlara kadar seviştik. Benim mail adresim Com. Benimle paylaşmak istediğiniz fantezileriniz varsa bana gönderebilirsiniz. Sizlerede sanal olarak çok zevkli dakikalar yaşatacağım.. !Gönderen: ceren

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Merhaba arkadaşlar!.. Bir gay olarak başımdan geçenleri sizlerle paylaşmak istiyorum. Ben 22 yaşında Ankara`da tek başına yaşıyan maddi durumu iyi sevimli bir pasifim… Hikayem bundan 1 hafta önce meydana geldi… Ailem İstanbul`da yaşadığı, bense burada üniversitede okuduğumdan dolayı oldukça rahat hareket edebiliyorum… İşte bundandır ki başıma güzel bir olay geldi… Malum Ankara`da havalar ısınmaya başladı. Bende bunu fırsat bilerek her zaman ki muzurlugum ile üstüme rahat şeyler giydim… Yani içimde kilodum yoktu ve atletimde yoktu ve daracık popomu belli edecek şekilde bir kot giymiştim… Hoşuma gidiyordu (bu arada femineyimdir) ….Neyse o gün sınavdan çıkmıştım canım gezmek istedi ev yerine dışarıya çıktım ve otobüse binmek zorunda kaldım… Kalabalıktı ayakta yolculuk ediyordum. Bu sırada yaşını tam olarak bilmiyorum ama sanırım 30 ile 35 arası yakışıklı bir bey arka tarafıma geçti. Bense sıkıntıdan patlayacaktım otobüsün içinde… “Ayyy sıkılıyorum” dedim kendi kendime…Bu şekilde konuşunca arkadaki beyefendi ismi “Mustafa”imiş “Neden” diye sordu. Bense garip garip yüzüne bakıyordum. Çünkü çok yakışıklı birisiydi… Dedim ki “Otobüs çok kalabalık, kalabalığı hiç sevmem… Durdu ve şöyle dedi “benimde canim ne dersin ileri ki durakta inelim soğuk bir şeyler içeriz” dedi. Ben tamam dedim ve ilk durakta indik…Ben otobüsten inerken birden popomda bir el hissettim yumuşacık bir eldi ve popomu narin bir şekilde okşuyordu. Döndüm arkama baktım Mustafa bey kendinden geçmiş popomla oyun oynuyordu. Bense Kayaş Escort kendimi ileri çektim ve otobüsten indim… Sonra kızılay`da bir cafeye gittik ve sohbete başladık. Mustafa bey özel bir şirkette personel müdürlüğü yapıyormuş ve hiç evlenmemiş yaklaşık 178 boylarında 70 kilo kumral açık tenli bir beydi (ayyy tam bana göre)…Birden sohbet seks yaşamlarımıza döndü kendini anlattı bir türlü aradığı ilişkiyi bulamadığından yakındı bende kendisine gay olduğumu ve erkeklerden hoşlandığımı söyledim. Mutlu oldu ve ellerimi tuttu parmaklarıma bir öpücük kondurdu ve benimle çıkarmasın demez mi?Bu zamana kadar çok erkekle seviştim ama…”Aman tanrım” çok şaşırmıştım… Bir erkek bana çıkma teklifi ediyordu… Ve kabul ettim… Kollarımdan tutarak hadi evime gidelim dedi ve bindik bir taksiye Çankaya`ya doğru evine gittik… Gerçekten bekar bir insandı ama evi çok güzeldi…. Benim evimden bile güzeldi… Oturma salonuna geçtik ve birer şampanya içmeye başladık… Bu esnada Mustafa bey benden çok hoşlandığını ve benimle yaşamak istediğini söyledi. Bense olabilir dedim.Çünkü iyi bir insandı sevmeye başlıyordum onu… Derken birden şampanyayı bacaklarıma döktü ve beni ayak bileklerimden öpmeye başladı… “Hadi aşkım soyunalım” dedi. Bende tamam dedim hemen… Çıplak kalmıştık. Bu zamana çok erkekler seviştim ama böylesini görmedim bir yaragi vardı. 20`cm den fazla idi…. Ve hemen kanepeye geçerek onu öptüm ve yalamaya başladım…. İnanılmaz bir şeydi Mustafa Bey`se diğer taraftan popomu öpüyorum tokatlıyordu. Kayaş Escort Bayan Bense iki elimle zor tuttuğum yarağını kaldırmaya çalışıyordum… Derken kazık gibi olmuştu ve “Boşalacağım” dedi. Bense “Hayır” dedim ve önüne geçerek domaldım. “Hadi bir tanem dedim seni istiyorum” dedim oda hafifçe popomu ayırarak yarağinin başını sokmaya çalıştı ve hemen giriverdi… Hiç acı duymadım. Çünkü bu benim 40 veya 50. kez sikilişimdi… Bir am gibi açıktı ve öle bişi ki bazı günlerde deliğime hava girer çıkardı… Mustafa Bey se aldığı zevkten olsa gerek, delicesin yüklenmeye başladı. Ben tamamını almıştım ve gittikçe daha da derine inmiyordu. aleti hiç küçülmedi yaklaşık olarak bu şekilde 15 dk seviştik daha doğrusu Mustafa Bey beni becerdi . ?? Ayy bir tuhaf oluyorum… Ve sonra beli geldi ve bütün menilerini popoma boşalttı ben istemiştim bole olmasını çünkü ondan hoşlanıyordum… Ve seviştikten sonra ben banyoya gittim.Bir güzel yıkandım ve elimde havlu ile içeriye girdim. Birde baktım ki iki tane genç çocuk vardı “Bunlar kim?” dedim Mustafa Bey`e… “Çalıştığım yerdeki arkadaşlar” dedi. Sanırım ikisinin yaslarda 23 veya 24 tü… gençtiler! Beni bu şekilde görünce konuşmaya başladılar.Bende onları dinliyordum. Büyük olana küçüğe diyordu ki “Mustafa bey aradığı aşkı bulmuş baksana be kız gibi gördün mü poposunu” diyordu “Ben olacam ki” dedi “onu yataktan doğrultmazdım”…Hakan`ın ki ise daha uzun ve sertti…Bense hoşlanmıştım bunları duyunca nede olsa femineydim… Ve “Ateşim sönmemişti Escort Kayaş arkadaşlar. Hosgeldiniz!” dedim. Onlarda “Hosbulduk” falan dediler Bu arada Mustafa Bey`de onları göndermek istiyordu bense istemiyordum… Hadi arkadaşlar gelin bişiler için dedim. Onlarsa “Yok efendim biz gidelim evrak getirmiştik” falan dediler…Bende biraz bekleyim dedim ve hemen içeri odaya gittim. Üstüme jartiyer vari bişi giydim. Popomu açıkta bırakacak bir tanga falan… Ve içeri girdim. Baktim ki arkadaşlar oturmuşlar sikleriyle oynuyorlardı. Sanırım Mustafacım izin vermişti onlara ve hemen yanlarına gittim… Ortalarına geçtim “Hadi” dedim. “Bu gece sizinim. Beni becerin” dedim… Dememle öpüşmeleri arkası gelmedi… Bu arada şunu belirteyim. Benim aletim 5 cm… Yani ben doğuştan çift cinsiyetliyim… Ufakta olsa kadın gibi göğüslerim var…Sonra arkadaşların birinin adi “Hakan” diğerinin ki ise “Serhan”di… Ve ellerimde onları soydum. Serhan`ın yarağı küçüktü ama kalındı. Hakan`ın ki ise uzun ve sertti… Mutluydum seviyordum…Serhan benim o göğüslerimi yalamaya başladı. Bense Hakan`ın yarağını ağzıma almış emiyordum… Dayanılmaz zevk alıyordum ve Serhan Hakan`a “Bu kadın be!” dedi. “Baksana şeyi bile yok” dedi ?? Ben bir kahkaha atarak “Ayol ben doğuştan böleyim. Hadi sikin beni dedim” dururlar mi… azgın iki boğa gibi delicesine sikiyorladi beni…. Ve sırayla götümu siktiler… Öyle bisii ki götüm 10`cm açılmıştı. Artık gecenin son saatlerinde üçünü birden aldım götüme… Hiç abartmıyorum. Üçünün ki de süperdi…. Ve resmen meni yağmuruna tuttular… Göğüslerime boşaldılar. Ağzıma boşaldılar… Zaten popom follosh olmuştu orasını bir pınara cevirciler… Hepsine teşekkür ediyorum. Üçüde benim kocam oldu. Artık bundan sonraki günlerde de seviştik. Birgün 4 aktif ve ben vardım bekleyin onuda yazicam… Gönderen: Serhats

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Author’s Note: A nappy is just the British name for what, in the US, is called a diaper. I am sure that is common knowledge, but I just thought I’d mention it here to avoid any confusion on the subject.

All people and educational institutions named in the story are purely fictional, and are not based on reality. Any similarities to reality are coincidental.

A Lesson In Nappies

Chapter 1

Sophie Ridgewell stood in the supermarket looking at the vast array on offer with wide open eyes. She could hardly believe there were so many brands offering the same product, just under different names. Obviously there was high demand for such things, but until now it had not occurred to her there would be such a variety of options available.

She turned her head this way and that, letting her eyes roll over the different colours and designs of the packs. All were working hard to grab the shoppers attention, yelling at them to “buy me, buy me,” so much so that the message was so garbled, Sophie could not settle on which one she actually felt was best.

Things were further complicated by the differing quantities each pack held. Should she buy a pack of twelve? Twenty-four? Thirty-two? How was she expected to decide which would suit her needs if she couldn’t even figure out how many she’d need in the first place? It was a nightmare.

Why did the simple act of buying nappies have to be so damned difficult?

As she stood in indecision, Sophie couldn’t help but think back to just an hour ago. That had been the real start of this nightmare. She could feel the knot in her stomach, just remembering the anger smoldering in Mr. Jones’ eyes as he yelled at her in front of everyone in the class.

All she’d done was ask to be excused to use the bathroom, how was that worthy of the humiliation that had followed? All he’d needed to do was nod, then she’d have quietly slipped out of the classroom and been back without causing any disruption to anyone a few minutes later, after she’d peed. But no, Mr. Jones had just stared at her, his cold grey eyes blazing hatred at her as she’d made her request.

Sophie felt like crying, even now, as she remembered all the rest of the student’s eyes turning to look at her with amusement when Mr. Jones had yelled at her to go, but that she should think about investing in some Pampers, because if she ever disrupted his class by requesting to use the bathroom again, he’d have her thrown off his course in a heartbeat.

The embarrassment and humiliation she’d felt had been overwhelming. Her cheeks had turned crimson red as the muffled laughter had begun amongst the other students, and she’d not dared lift her eyes off the floor as she scurried as fast as she dared with such a full bladder out of the room.

In the bathroom the tears had come. Sophie had sat on the toilet, her pee flowing as the built up pressure subsided with blessed relief, and cried in great racking sobs. She could hear their laughter still, in her head it had followed her all the way.

Long after she’d finished, Sophie had still been in the cubicle, her eyes streaming and heart pounding. She couldn’t afford to be kicked off her Advanced History course. The fee for it had run into the thousands of pounds, had had to be paid upfront, and was nonrefundable.

She knew Mr. Jones had been serious about kicking her off his course too. He had built up a monsterous reputation amongst the students through his twenty-three year career of teaching at Milborne as a man who didn’t make idle threats. If he said it aloud, you damn well better believe he meant every single word.

Of course that had left her with a dilemma. Sophie knew she couldn’t risk ever raising her hand in Mr. Jones’ class and request a bathroom break, but she didn’t have enough bladder control to ensure it would never happen again. Just in the last month she’d had to leave class to pee three times after all. Maybe that was why Mr. Jones had finally gotten to the point of humiliating her so publically.

Why did her Advanced History class have to be the last of the day? If it was earlier there wouldn’t be an issue, but it fell right around that time when her body was in most need to expel all the fluids she’d drank whilst walking around campus from class to class, and with her dinner. It was so unfair. Sophie had been about to break down in tears again when Mr. Jones’ suggestion, made to mock and belittle her in front of the whole class, suddenly surged into her head.

She cast her gaze over the vast array on offer again now, as she stood in the supermarket aisle that housed the baby and toddler products.

Was she crazy to be doing this? How could she even entertain the idea?

Sophie reminded herself, not for the first time in the last hour, that she was twenty-one years old. Yet here she was seriously contemplating not only buying a pack of nappies, but wearing one to class tomorrow. It was surely insanity to even entertain the thought, but in her current state Hüseyingazi Escort of desperation she could come up with no better options.

“Can I help you, Miss?”

The voice from behind her caused Sophie to jump and spin around. She had been so lost in her own thoughts she’d not heard the footsteps getting closer.

“Erm… I’m not sure,” Sophie said, feeling her cheeks redden all over again as she realised the person who had surprised her was actually a middle aged woman, who judging by her uniform worked for the store. She had an easy smile and bright eyes with the first start of wrinkles around the edges. Somehow, to Sophie, that made it feel more embarrassing to be talking to this lady. It was like talking to her mother.

“Are you looking for anything in particular?” The woman asked politely.

Sophie hesitated before she said anything. She didn’t think she could bring herself to ask for advice, not on something like this. Yet what other choice did she have? She didn’t even know where to start when it came to nappies, at least this woman would have some knowledge, after all it was her job to sell these things.

Feeling her cheeks burning, she did her best to compose herself, taking a deep breath and trying desperately to think of a way to broach the subject that wouldn’t reveal the truth that she was shopping for herself.

“I need some nappies,” Sophie said feebly, realising this was going to be harder than she thought. “And I’m not sure which are the best.”

“I see, well that’s no problem. Why don’t you tell me about your needs and we’ll see if we can pick the most suitable brand. Are they for a baby, toddler or older child?” The sales assistant asked. She gave Sophie a reassuring pat on the arm and waited patiently for the young woman to compose herself.

Sophie felt a surge of relief rush through her whole body. The sales assistant had said they made nappies for older children, that made things much easier. She knew they made them for adults, but there hadn’t been any she could find in this supermarket.

“They are for my younger sister, she has been having trouble with wetting the bed,” Sophie lied.

“Oh dear. Well, how old is she?” The lady enquired pleasantly, offering visible no judgements much to Sophie’s relief.

“She’s thirteen, but about my size,” Sophie said, holding her breath as the other woman nodded and looked at her for a moment, visually measuring her waist, before turning her attention to the myriad of products on the shelves.

Her heart was pounding and she could feel the heat rise in her cheeks, knowing they were flushed only serving to make her feel worse. She couldn’t help but think this woman secretly suspected there was no sister. Those thoughts made Sophie want to run, get out of there and just forget this whole horrible experience, but she was too far down the rabbit hole now.

“I think these would be best. Size 7 are the biggest size we stock, and they are extra absorbent which should mean she can sleep through the night without any leaks if she has an accident,” the sales assistant smiled as she pulled a twenty-four pack of Huggies Dry-Night pull-ups off the top shelf and handed them over.

Sophie took them and looked over the packaging. There was a girl looking around eleven or twelve years old smiling happily on the front. It suggested the product was designed for someone much younger than herself, but she didn’t consider that would be an issue, so long as she could get them on it would be fine.

“Thank you so much,” she said with a gratefulness that she couldn’t hide, feeling so delighted to actually have gotten through that conversation more easily than she’d dared hope.

“My pleasure, and believe me, your sister has nothing to feel ashamed of,” the sales assistant lady said with a broad smile. “Is there anything else I can help with?”

“No, this will be it, thanks,” Sophie replied. She’d been grateful, but what she really wanted most right now was to just buy the nappies, get home fast and run into her bedroom where she could be alone.

She quickly walked away towards the checkout counters, carrying the nappies under her arm. There was no need to worry, all it looked like to the other shoppers and staff who saw her was a young woman buying nappies for her child. Only Sophie knew it would be herself who would be wearing them. Of course that didn’t mean she wasn’t terrified that everyone would somehow be able to read it on her face, like she’d written her intentions in black marker on her forehead.

Thankfully there was no queue, and the girl on the checkout – no older than Sophie herself – was too bored with the job to even make any small talk as she scanned through the Huggies and took payment. That was absolutely fine with Sophie, the last thing she wanted was to talk about nappies with someone her own age. If she didn’t talk about them ever again with another living soul she’d consider it a good thing.

“Have Hüseyingazi Escort Bayan a nice day,” was the only words the checkout girl offered as Sophie pushed the nappies into a plastic bag after paying for them.

“I’ll try,” Sophie mumbled in reply, although in truth she was dreading the next few hours. With that she left the supermarket in a hurry and rushed home.

Once in the safety of her own home some forty minutes later, Sophie finally felt a little more comfortable. At least now she wasn’t constantly feeling like people were giving her funny looks, or whispering behind her back.

She dropped the pack of nappies onto the kitchen table like they were a bomb, and stood looking at them for a minute, trying to build up the courage to actually do something. On the bus ride back from town, Sophie had tried to think what she needed to do step by step.

First thing, obviously, was to open them up and check the size. That should be the easiest thing of all, just pull one out and take a look, yet Sophie just couldn’t seem to bring herself to even do that. It felt like tearing open the packaging would be the first step on a journey she couldn’t turn back from once it had started.

“For fuck sake, this is ridiculous,” Sophie said aloud, feeling foolish after spending another minute just looking at the package sat there.

Without thinking any more, she tore the top of the plastic packaging open with her nails, smiling satisfactorily as it ripped easily. There was something cathartic about the act, in her head she imagined it was Mr. Jones she was tearing at. That helped a lot. His words kept flitting across her thoughts, his stern face flashing in her head.

With the first step taken, Sophie felt better. She didn’t hesitate this time, maybe if she did she’d lose her courage.

She reached into the hole she’d made and grabbed one of the contents. It felt odd to her initial touch, sort of smooth and cool, unlike anything she’d felt before. It was clearly some kind of flexible plastic derivative that coated the outer layer, intended to prevent any fluids seeping through.

Yanking out the pull-up she had been rubbing her fingers over, Sophie held it up and took a long, keen look. She’d hoped that it would be a bland, neutral, block white colour. Mostly it was, however the Huggies brand had made these particular nappies for pre-teens and to appeal to them, they’d added a few decorations.

Sophie felt a sudden surge of repulsion as she turned the nappy around in her hands, looking at the front and back, and realising that whilst most of it was white in colour, there were pale pink accents and more humiliating than that, pretty flowers and smiling teddy bear faces all over. There was no mistaking that these nappies were intended for children, not adults.

“Oh my God,” Sophie groaned as she looked in horror at the images.

To try and distract herself from the humiliation she felt looking at the outer decorations, Sophie slipped her right hand inside the nappy, rubbing her palm over the lining of it. She was surprised at just how smooth and nice the padded and absorbent material felt on her skin.

She felt a momentary sensation of intrigue as she caressed the lining. Just how good would that feel pressed up against her crotch? It felt amazing on her palm, much better than she thought it would, and she could only imagine how it would feel rubbing on her sensitive lips, or better yet her clit, as she walked.

Suddenly she caught herself thinking such things and felt embarrassed. There was no denying she’d strangely enjoyed the idea, so much so that Sophie had even gotten a little aroused. She chastised herself for it mentally, but not too much.

Trying to push those feelings of arousal aside, Sophie turned the nappy around again in her hands, then opened the waistband up to see how big it was and if she’d be able to actually put it on. For the first time she noticed the crinkling sound the material made as it was manhandled. It was so loud, distinctive, and hard to miss.

Much to Sophie’s surprise, the elasticated waistband stretched much more than expected when she slipped her hands inside and pushed them in opposite directions. Looking inside, the leg holes were possibly going to be a little tight, but was that really a problem? She thought not, it would be no different than wearing swimwear she reasoned.

Of course there was only one way to find out if the nappy would actually fit or not, and that to try one on. It was the next step logically, that was what Sophie told herself.

She felt nervous about the prospect. That was a big step and Sophie wasn’t sure she was ready just yet, so instead she started to run her fingers over the soft inner material again.

It felt really good, even more so than the first time. It was silky, and when she pressed her palm onto it, the padding moved and molded slightly to contours of her hand. Once more that set Escort Hüseyingazi off new and pleasurable thoughts in Sophie’s head, and she imagined her cunt caressed by that softness.

An involuntary shudder passed up her spine, and she felt a tingle begin in her crotch. She’d never felt anything like it before, nor thought she would feel such a way in relation to such a taboo thing as wearing a nappy as an adult. Until now Sophie hadn’t even entertained the idea it could be anything other than humiliating, but as she let the invading thoughts and feelings grow inside, she was finding a strange fascination in the idea.

What harm would it do to try it on anyway? She was alone in her own place so nobody would know. Besides, if she couldn’t even put a nappy on privately to see if it actually fit, how would she ever dare to wear one in class?

Sophie felt a sudden rush of perverse excitement as she justified what she was thinking to herself. The embarrassment she’d felt whilst buying the pull-ups was now fading away. There was still that lingering feeling deep inside obviously, but it was starting to get slowly replaced by new sensations, pleasurable and oddly arousing ones.

She briefly contemplated if she should just get on with it here and now, but decided her kitchen wasn’t the best place to strip off. It would feel more natural in her bedroom, if there was anything natural about this whole affair.

As she hurried up the stairs, Sophie couldn’t help but squeeze the nappy in her hand, hearing the material crinkle. It was strange how just that sound was starting to have an effect on her. Somewhere in the back of her mind she associated it with feeling safe and loved.

Once in her bedroom, and not giving herself time to hesitate, or let the doubts get the better of her, Sophie quickly dropped the nappy onto the bed and undid the button on her pants before she pushed them down her thighs, allowing them to rumple on the floor at her feet. Next it was time for her knickers to go the same way.

Sophie stood naked from the waist down in her room. She could feel the air touch her cunt like a soft kiss on the wetness that slicked her fleshy folds. She realised just how aroused she’d gotten at that moment, her body had responded much differently from the start than her mind had to the prospect of what she was going to do, it seemed.

Her eyes fell to the nappy on the bed and the nerves came back resurgent. Those teddy bears and flowers made her feel dirty, yet now it was mixing with her budding arousal and creating a potent mix that was both pleasurable and scary in equal measures. It was that combination of knowing something is wrong, but knowing you’re going to do it anyway, that produces such a heady intoxicant.

Sophie felt her heart pounding and she took a deep breath, steeling herself as she prepared to take the next step. Thinking about it had been one thing, actually doing it quite another. Even though she was nervous, Sophie couldn’t deny – even to herself – that she was also feeling more and more aroused at being so naughty.

Biting her lower lip, Sophie grabbed the nappy and stretched the waistband again before she turned around and sat her bare arse on the mattress of her bed. She sighed as she felt the familiar softness of the sheets on her naked skin. It felt good.

Not allowing any time to talk herself out of it now she’d come so far, Sophie brought one foot up and slipped it through the leg hole of the nappy. She quickly followed the same process with the other foot and pulled the Huggies up to her knees before she put her feet on the floor and pushed herself off the bed so she was standing again.

“Oh my God,” Sophie whispered as she looked down at the nappy half away up her legs, her hands preventing it from falling back down. This was the moment of truth she knew. Either pull it up and her life would go one way, or let it drop and it would take another route.

Closing her eyes, Sophie straightened her back and pulled the nappy up.

Instantly, the first thing that Sophie realised when the Huggies was fully on, was that she’d been right in thinking that her thighs may be a bit thick for the holes in the pull-ups. It wasn’t too bad, but they certainly were tight on her flesh.

“At least I won’t have to worry about leaks,” Sophie said aloud to herself, trying to make light of this whole situation. She smiled despite herself, the absurdity of what she was doing making events seem unreal and comical.

The next, and more important, thing that came to her attention was just how fucking good it felt now that soft, absorbant material that lined the nappy was pressed against her crotch. When she’d rubbed her hand on it she’d marveled at the sensation, now she was experiencing it on her cunt it was a whole different ball game.

Because the pull-up wasn’t made for a woman her size, but rather someone smaller, it clung to her body more firmly as it was stretched by the curves of her round arse, putting pressure on her sensitive flesh.

“Holy fuck,” Sophie groaned as she moved her hips a little, feeling the pleasure of her moist lips against the bulky padding. Even the feeling of it on her arse cheeks was unexpectedly exquisite, the way it caressed her warm skin with its silky-smoothness making her shudder.

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5 – The One When I Give In

I didn’t go back home for a couple days, and stayed one of my friends. I didn’t tell anyone about what happened, just told them that we had a big fight with Ellie and I need some time alone. I didn’t call her, she didn’t call me. I also avoided school just not to see her.

But I managed to keep myself away from her only three days before going back home a night. She was watching TV when I opened the door, but turned it off before I walked in to the living room. She was sitting on the sofa, her legs tucked under her, and with a blanket over. She said nothing, but watched me carefully.

“Ellie, I think we need to talk.”

“I’m listening.”

“Were you serious on what you said?”

“About what”

“About fucking that prick all summer?”

“You come back and before apologising, this is the first thing you are talking about?”

“I’m sorry, should I apologise?”

“Yes, you should. You promised me how many times to not leave me? And here, you just left me alone for three days? No messages, no calls, nothing. And you just come back asking me how many times I fucked a guy?”

“Yes, exactly. I want to know how many times you cheated on me.”

“I have nothing to talk to you until you apologise. You are the one who left, and you are the one who came back. You should speak first.”

“First I want you to promise on something, no yelling, no tantrums, no crying, okay?”

“Fine, go on.”

“I think you don’t realise what you are doing to me. I have shown my love to you many times. I have committed to you and stick to my word. You went there and cheated on me. And now you expect an apology from me? Does that makes sense to you?”

“Yes it does.”

“But how?”

“Are you going to apologise first, or would you like to leave already?”

“But, apologise for what?”

“For what you did.”

“Okay, fine. I apologise to you for leaving you and not calling you for three days.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“Is that all you did to me?”

“Ellie, what are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

“Then go and think for three more days. I have time.”

“I am really speechless. Tell me what I did to you that needs an apology?”

“You broke all your promises. Every single one. And you need to apologise to me for every single one.”

I sighed. Had nothing to say.

“If you have a doubt, you know the way out.”

“Okay, okay. I apologise to you, for all the promises I broke.”

“What are those?”

“The one I promised to stay committed to you until we got married. And the one that I will never leave you, no matter what.”

“Is that all?”

“Is there anything else?”

“Yes, I guess 3 days is not enough for you to think.”

“Please tell me what it is.”

“You promised to not to talk about what happened last summer.”

“But you talked about it!”

“I didn’t promise to not talk about it. It was you.”

“Okay. I apologise for talking about what happened last summer.”

“Show it to me. Show that you are really sorry. Then we will talk about us, if you really love me, show me.”

“But how?”

“Beg me to forgive you.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Get on your knees, and beg me to forgive you. Only then I will talk to you.”

I felt desperate. I was being humiliated, but still had a hope to fix things and make this relationship work. And I was still believing that she was loving me. So, I swallowed my pride, walked towards her, and got on my knees in front of my girlfriend.

“Now promise me for these again.”

“I will stay committed to you until we got married. I will never leave you for whatever reason. And I will never talk about what happened last summer ever again.” And after a very short break, I added: “Even if you talk about it.”

“That was easy, wasn’t it?”

“Ellie, but it doesn’t feel right.”

She reached out to me, and hugged me tightly.

“I love you so much Ellie.”

“I love you too, babe. And nothing can break our bond. I love you so much.”

We went to our bed together. Got naked, and started playing with each other. I realised how much I missed the old us. How much I missed fooling around with this silly girl. And how much I missed her beautiful body.

6 – The one where we calm down

We went back to normal for a while after that short break-up, and mostly picked up from where we left. We were having fun together once again. We were going out to see friends, hang out with people, and do whatever the other normal couples were doing.

One major difference was what was happening in our sex life. After that big fight, when I returned home, the fleshlight had already disappeared, but the dildo had its permanent place in our bedside table. She was calling it “The Dick”. And we were playing with it a lot. I was helping her cum with that almost every night. After a Gülveren Escort quick foreplay, she was asking for “The Dick”, and I was reaching out to it. To be honest, The Dick really improved her pleasure in bed, and it had its own benefits for me as well. Once she’s orgasmed, she was starting to playing with me with her fingers eagerly. And occasionally, if she doesn’t feel like it, I was getting a footjob while watching her beautiful body from behind. But I never talked about the “real sex” after our fight. I was happy with what I have, and she was happy with what she has.

One other difference maybe I need to mention was; she was making comments or tasteless jokes about her “last summer” here and there. As I promised to her, I never replied. Even though it hurts, I had to keep my mouth shut and make my peace with it. But I still remember some instances when it hurt the most.

One of those comments was when we were watching porn together. Yeah, we were doing it occasionally. We were watching porn sometimes while lying down on our bed, and touching each other. That time, I was pleasuring her slowly with “The Dick”, while she was holding her phone to watch porn. The screen wasn’t visible to me, as I was busy with her naked body and The Dick. Suddenly, she said “ah that was my favourite”. I stopped, looked at her. I was hearing clapping sounds but had no idea what she’s looking at, and what was her favourite. Without looking away from the screen, she told me to continue and she orgasmed within a couple minutes. After we’re done and lying on the bed, I asked her what was her favoruite. And she replied me saying that I’ll learn once we got married. I made no comments.

Another instance was when she untentionally talked about the “taste of cum”. It was particularly humiliating for me, because it happened in the middle of our friends. Don’t remember the context as it’s been a century ago but it was a casual hangout with our friends. She told that she was expecting it to be sweet, but it’s actually kind of “bitter”. Everyone was thinking that it was mine, but only I and Ellie knew that it was someone else’s. Because, she never sucked me, or tasted my cum in our entire relationship.

Last one happened when the Christmas break was approaching. She was going back to her parents for two weeks, and told me that she “should pay a quick visit to that guy”. I raised my eyebrows and looked at her with shock, but got relieved when she laughed and told me that she’s just joking.

So after these and some other events, I was almost entirely sure that it wasn’t a one time thing, they made sex in several cases with some different positions, and she was still thinking about it after all that time. But I kept my promise as I didn’t want to hurt our relationship. Back then it was going pretty well, like our good old days. And I had no intention to lose Ellie for something I had already forgave.

Also, another thing that worth mentioning here is the changing dynamics of our relationship. Retrospectively thinking, that autumn semester was the first time where we started switching to a more controlled relationship. It was not only about the sex, or “what-happened-last-summer”, but in a bit more general terms. Now thinking I realise that she decision-maker on most of the things, like which movie to watch, where to go for dinner, what should I wear that day, and so on. For example, one habit that she picked up and became a common joke amongst our friends was, when we were out ordering food, she was usually ordering two dishes that she’d like to have; one for me and one for her. And once the food arrives, she was tasting both, and giving me the one that she didn’t like. I was also doing her assignments for most of the time. She was saying that, as I was a year ahead and have done most of these stuff before, I was able to do them much easier and faster than her. Well, she had a point and I was happy to be able to help her. But only time it bothered me was when she went out with Gina(the girl that were with Ellie the day we met) and left me home to complete her quite tedious assignment. But other than those, we were a very happy, young couple with a healthy relationship, surrounded with good friends and living the best of their life together.

So, the Christmas break was approaching and I was getting nervous. I didn’t want her to go back, because of obvious reasons. I knew that she wanted to have sex with this guy again, as she subtly admittedd too here and there, with her “jokes”. But, I wasn’t brave enough to talk about it, and hurt our relationship right before the break, so I made a plan. Using the money I was saving for a while, I made a booking for a week-long ski trip. I knew that it was not realistic to keep her away from the family during the Christmas, but I would at least shorten the time for a handful of days and make her come back to Escort Gülveren me without doing something she would regret afterwards. With all the travel times included, she’d have only 4 days with the family after our ski trip. I prepared a nice dinner once day for her, and while we were eating, I revealed my suprise to her. To my luck, she was very excited and accepted to come with me. So, the plan worked and we went to a ski trip. But, funnily, while she was rearranging her tickets for the family visit, she realised that she only has 4 days with them, and looked at me saying “ah now I see what you did, smart move” and she said. I don’t remember what was my response, but I remember that I felt lucky because it didn’t cause a problem between us.

So, we had an amazing trip together, did some ski, had a lot of mulled wine, fell asleep in front of hotel’s fireplace several times, and to this day it is still the best holiday I had. But everything has an end, and when I was dropping her to the airport eventually for the Christmas break, she hugged me, longer than she normally does, and told me that she loves me, and will never do something that would upset me. I responded, saying I know, and added; “go and have fun.”

I was with my family over the Christmas too. Even though it was just 4 days, and we were constantly texting each other, I was still very, very nervous. And couldn’t calm myself down for most of the time. And finally, that 4 painful days have ended, and we met in the airport with my girlfriend to go back to our home, and continue living our life together.

7 – The one where I started to accept my fate

We made it back home from the airport together. Dreaming about her touch for last four days, I didn’t wait to start kissing her, and she didn’t wait to return my eager kisses. We quickly got undressed and made it to our bed. To my suprise, she reached out to the lubricant, poured it in her hand, and started stroking me slowly. I was suprised, because we were almost exclusively using that for her time with “The Dick”. All my handjobs were dry ones, or with a little juice from her pussy, or saliva. But this time, she started stroking me slowly, and it was crazy, much much better. I was lying on my back, where she was right next to me sideways, kissing my face, neck and stroking me meanwhile. Then, she whispered.

“Thanks babe, I had some fun like you asked me to. And this is your reward.”

With the heat of that moment, I didn’t understand what she was implying, and got carried over with her touch, forgetting everything for a couple moments, until I cum into my stomach with her soft and slow touch. She let me catch my breathe while she was playing with my cum with her fingers. After a while, once I got my head together she climbed over me, sat right on my face, grabbed my hair and pushed me towards her pussy. I started doing my job expertly.

Watching her from below, her boobs jumping over my head, her thighs squeezing my face, her juice in my mouth was the heaven for me. I was thinking how much I love this little lady when I watch her reaching orgasm, full of herself.

Once done, she laid right next to me, just like when she was stroking me, and started playing with my already semi-hard dick.

“Did you like the lubricant?” she asked.

“That was amazing.” I responded. And she giggled. I was getting hard once again, and she reached to the lubricant: “Do you want again?”

“Yes, please.” I whispered.

“But I’ll do it so slowly, I want you to enjoy it long enough. You deserve it babe.”

I was really enjoying it, long and slowly. My favourite. But then, she said something:

“You know, it’s so different.”

“What is?”

“The orgasms you give me, and the ones he gives.”

“What?”

“It’s like totally different. With you, it’s so full of us. I feel love when we’re having sex with you. When I orgasm, I feel the bond we have. But with him, it’s pure lust, and I feel like a woman, not a girlfriend.”

It was the first time she was speaking this openly about her experience. And to be honest with you -as there is no point of lying after all those years and what happened afterwards-, I genuinely thought that she was speaking about the last summer. But she carried on:

“Thank you for letting me feeling like a woman. I love you so much, and I am the luckiest woman on earth.”

I was barely conscious with her skillful touches, so couldn’t utter a word. Like she said, I was full of love, full of us at that point. She was running her fingertips on my shaft, up and down. Making small circles on the tip of my penis, before making her way back to my balls slowly. I was feeling her breathe on my neck, as she whispered in my ear:

“Thank you for letting me have fun. And I promise I will always come back to you. And I will give you the most amazing orgasms. You deserve Gülveren Escort the best, babe.”

These were the last words I heard before cumming on my stomach once again, with a powerful orgasm.

It took me a while to pull myself together. She was under my arm, and resting her head on my shoulder. Her hair was covering my chest partially. I started brushing her hair slowly. I was feeling peaceful, and to my suprise, I was not angry with her, even though I was not expecting what she said.

“Did you really do that?”

“Did what?”

“Had sex with that guy again?”

“Yeah, but you told me that I can?”

“No I didn’t, when?”

It might be the strangest conversation a couple ever had in the world. She was telling me that she cheated on me, again, while I was brushing her soft hair. And we were talking about it calmly as if we were talking about what to eat. But it was also the most intimate, most candid conversation I have ever had in my life. So, roughly it happened like this:

“But you said go and have fun. I thought you were talking about it?”

“No I was talking about your time with the family.”

She continued after a short silence:

“Are you upset?”

“I am confused. I don’t know how to feel.”

“Don’t be. I love you so much babe. And what we have is invaluable. It doesn’t matter if I go there and fuck someone. Look, here I am with you again in our bed, naked, and we are covered with our juices. You know why? Because of what we have.”

“But I don’t understand, if you love me, why do you go to someone else for sex?”

“Maybe this is exactly why we love each other so much? It is the first promise we gave to each other. No sex. And this tied us to each other. This is why you’re lusting for me day and night. And this is why I enjoy seeing this in your eyes, and this is what I love in you. The passion you have for me is our secret babe.”

“So, can I go and have sex with someone else too?”

“No, this would break the spell.”

“But why? I don’t understand.”

“I don’t understand too. But I thought about it a lot. And I think I have a guess. It’s the difference between a man and a woman. A man wants to conquer a woman, and get in to bed with her. Once he fucks a woman, it’s done. He succeeds. He fulfills his role. So he can move to the next woman to conquer. But if a man can’t conquer that lady, what happens?”

“What?”

“This. Love. What we have.”

It made sense to me to be honest, and I was getting into acceptance.

“But what about a woman? What it is like for you?”

“For a woman, what matters is having a man’s passion. A woman wants to see the passion every day and night. Right next to her, looking to her with eyes filled with lust. As long as you have this passion, this is the success for that woman. But if you let this man conquer you, you’ll lose that passion. And that same man will start looking at you like anyone else. I didn’t know this until I meet you. But the first night we spent together, the affection, dedication I saw in your eyes struck me. You were filled with me even after you came in your pants. And every night after that, I rejected you, and it grew bigger and bigger inside you. This is why we are so special.”

I fell silent. What she was saying was feeling like the absolute truth to me. I couldn’t find any point to object her. And I was also amazed the wisdom of this 19-year old lady. I was really impressed by her intelligence and the grasp of this strange dynamic between men and women. But I had another question.

“But, why it would not break spell if you have sex with someone else, but it does when I do?”

“It’s a risk. I took the risk, and here I am with you. So I succeeded. I proved my love to you. Because I was certain of my feelings. But what if you took the same risk, but fail? How can I trust that you’ll be back to me? I don’t want to lose you. So, you can’t have sex, until I say so.”

“But you can?”

“Yes!” She giggled. “Because it’s an amazing feeling. But I want you to be OK with that. Do you know how happy you made me when you said “go and have fun”, even though you wasn’t talking about it? I felt your trust in me, and I was empowered. Knowing that a man lusts for me, waiting for me, and loving me endlessly makes the sex much better babe. Because I felt free to explore my instincts, without thinking about the other person. I knew that I will come back to you anyways, regardless of what I do with this guy. So it was much better this time. I don’t want this to end. But I want you to be OK with that. Only then I can feel empowered, and free to explore myself. I promise, I will be the perfect wife once we get married, and you will be the happiest husband. And you will not regret it.”

I was silent. I had no points to object her. I was loving this girl with all my life, and maybe she was right. Maybe, actually the no-sex rule was making me feel like this since the beginning. And I realised that I didn’t want to lose it. I shut my eyes:

“So, are you OK with that babe?”

I sighed:

“Yes, I guess.”

She cheered a little, climbed on top of me, and started kissing all over my face. I was happy.

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Village Hidden in the Leaves. It is the shinobi village that also plays the role of military power for Land of Fire, one of the larger nations. It is led by the current Fifth Hokage Lady Tsunade, also known as Princess Tsunade. She is the granddaughter of the First Hokage and one of the Legendary Sanin. One of the sexiest, strongest and most feared kunoichi in the world. But she also holds numerous quirks, an awful gambler, alcoholic, flatulent, foul-mouthed and rude, and unconcerned about others’ opinions.

As the Hokage, Princess Tsunade holds many duties, including but not limited to protecting the village from any threats, maintaining relations with other villages and nations, and also looking after the governance of her village. The latter requires her to spend hours every day in her office on her chair. This becomes extremely boring and agitating for a hyperactive and easily distracted woman like Tsunade. But recently many had noticed that she was able to spend continuous hours every day in her office without moving from her seat and seemed much more focused with her office work, but no one seemed to know the reason.

It was 8 AM. Sakura, a young Kunoichi, recently started training under Lady Hokage when both her teammates Sasuke and Naruto left the village to become stronger. She was on her way to the Hokage mansion. “Lady Hokage is much more devoted to her duties in the office nowadays. I wonder what caused such a sudden change when earlier she couldn’t spend 2 hours without going berserk and throwing a tantrum.” Sakura wondered. “Maybe it has something to do with the rumored assassin stalking the village, or maybe that weird chair in her office. Nah, just a comfortable chair can’t be reason enough. Even her flatulence is almost gone. Shizune must know. She is always beside Lady Tsunade. I’ll just ask her.”

She reached the mansion and saw Shizune, another medical specialist, and Lady Hokage’s student. “Good morning Shizune-sama.” Sakura waved at her, “I want to ask you something?” “Oh hello, Sakura. What do you want to ask? Don’t tell me it’s about Lady Hokage, everyone’s been bothering me about what’s going on with her.” Shizune waved back. “Oh c’mon please.” Sakura pressed her hands together, “You must know. And I am now Lady Tsunade’s student as well. We are sister students. C’mon please…” Sakura begged feigning comical puppy eyes. “Ok fine. Come with me. I have to meet Lady Hokage anyway.” Shizune replied with an amused annoyed face.

They walked through the halls of the mansion and reached the Hokage’s Office. Shizune entered the office, “Oh, Good morning My lady. I see you are already here.” She said seeing Tsunade on her chair behind the table. Eeek, Lady Tsunade is in her office early, something is definitely up, Sakura thought. Tsunade was close to 50 but used a special jutsu that allowed her to use her own chakra and maintain the physical body and appearance of when she was 25. Blonde hair tied up in two tails and wearing her usual sleeveless kimono style blouse barely covering her huge 106cm breasts, hourglass figure, blue sweat pants and high heel sandals.

Tsunade looked up from her desk and said, “Oh Shizune you are here and you as well Sakura. How is your training going?” “Well, My lady.” Sakura said and squinted. looking for clues. She couldn’t see anything different in the office except for the typical office chair which was replaced by a much bigger chair. “What are you looking for?” Tsunade asked Sakura. “Oh, nothing my lady.” Sakura quickly replied. “She is curious about your new found devotion to office work.” Shizune said. “Are you now?” Tsunade raised an eyebrow. Sakura waved her hands nervously, “Oh it’s just I want to know how you got your new work zeal, that’s all. I thought maybe I could find similar help for my training, hahaha!”

“Hmm, what do you think, Shizune?” Tsunade casually said. “I don’t see any problem with it. Sakura is a smart girl and very much like you.” Shizune answered. Tsunade tapped her finger on her desk a couple of times and then spoke, “Sure. Come stand here next to me Sakura, I’ll show you.” Tsunade said and Sakura followed. “You know about the alert for a foreign assassin in our village right?” Sakura nodded as she came near Lady Tsunade behind her desk. She could see the new chair clearly now. It was quite weird, she thought. It was pretty bulky for a normal desk chair and had a section about a foot high sticking out from below it. Maybe it was a footrest, Sakura thought.

“Well looky here.” Tsunade stood up from her seat. Shizune looked at the chair intently with a hint of jealousy in her face. Sakura gasped and covered her mouth. As Tsunade’s plump ass raised from the cushion a face appeared from underneath it. There was a hole in the chair and a man’s face poking out from it. Middle-aged, scarred and visibly exhausted and breathing hard. Tsunade without warning just landed her ass back down on the seat and on the face poking out. Sakura gasped again. “My lady what…who was that? What’s going on?”

“We don’t know his Demirlibahçe Escort name, we just call him Slave. But we do know that he is an assassin from the Hidden Sound Village. Probably sent by Orochimaru to capture or kill me.” Tsunade said. “He tried to infiltrate my quarters 3 days ago but was so cocksure of his abilities and his curse mark from Orochimaru that he underestimated Me.” Tsunade bounced on her seat with the last word and grinned.

3 DAYS AGO

-Assassin’s POV-

I landed on the first-floor balcony without a sound and entered through the open window. It was a bathing room. I crossed the room and entered the hallway. Remembering the mansion’s map, I ran through the hall looking for Hokage’s sleeping quarters. With Lord Orochimaru’s curse seal my sneaking skills are on a whole different level. Others may prefer brute strength, I prefer the ability to sneak through crowds or halls and slit my target’s throat in complete silence.

I reached the bedroom and opened the door slowly. There she is. Hokage, in her bed, sleeping soundly. Easy prey. I tiptoe towards her and take out the syringe that will knock her out for at least 3 days. Even her immunity to most drugs and poisons won’t help her with this concoction. As I reach next to the bed I notice… silence. No sound from me or HER!!

In an instant, a fist came towards me but I was able to dodge it at the last moment. She made contact with the floor and literally punched through it. Guess the rumors of her strength were true. She spoke, “You are good at sneaking around, but that curse mark you are using emits a very noticeable aura and someone with basic sensory skills and experience with the curse mark will be able to detect it. Hah, I could feel your presence the moment you entered the floor.”

Damn it! I thought I was good. But no worries, her attack was powerful but too slow, if I move around I can surely land a fatal strike. I threw 2 shuriken at her and ran to her side hoping to flank her, but she blocked the shuriken with her bare arm and threw a kick at me. I couldn’t evade it this time so blocked with my arms crossed. They took most of the impact and I felt bones crack. I was sent flying through a wall and crashed on the other side. Out of options, I released the curse mark to its first stage, releasing the markings across my face and torso. sShe leaped and came down with an axe kick. I rolled to the side but a spin kick followed and I caught her barefoot on the side of my head. I flew across the hall but survived the direct hit just because of the Curse mark. I have to be careful since I cannot control the next stage.

As soon as I stopped with my back to the floor, she dropped her knee hard on my stomach knocking any air out. She got up and dropped on me again this time with both her knees. How is she so quick all of a sudden, was the first punch a ruse? I tried to breathe but she quickly pounced and wrapped her thick legs around my head rolling on her back and me with her into a reverse figure-four head scissors. She squeezed her legs behind my head pushing me into her crotch, not allowing me to breathe. I try to pry open her crossed legs but she has too much brute strength. I wriggled around with my face buried in her damp crotch but couldn’t escape the hold or her heavy scent.

“Oh quit squirming. I am going to squeeze every last bit of info out of you.” I heard her say from above and then she applied even more pressure. I started to lose consciousness and couldn’t think of any escape. I have no other option, must release the seal. I focus on the seal and let the power flow through it. A burning sensation flows across my skin throughout my body. The burning chakra is overbearing and I lose consciousness…

I wake up sweating and with a tired body. I open my eyes looking at the ceiling in a dark room. I try to move and “What the hell!” I say out loud with a hoarse voice. My head is locked in place with a collar and my arms and legs are bound with chains to the floor and I feel naked. I try to break free but the chains are tight and I feel extremely weak. 10 minutes pass by when I hear the sound of a door opening.

“So you are awake.” Hokage’s voice echoed through the room, followed by footsteps in heels. She came into view standing over my head. Her face is practically hidden behind her breasts. Damn, what is her chest size, I wondered. I notice her clothes are battered and torn in some places, but she seems without a scratch. What the hell happened when I lost consciousness?

“You wondering what happened when you released the curse mark? I’ll tell you, you bastard!” She said and lifted her barefoot and slammed it on my face, flattening my nose and covering my mouth with her toes. “You went berserk, underwent the cursed transformation, spouting fucking pincers.” She put more force on my face, pressing it hard against the floor. “Tearing through the walls and even dealing me some serious wounds.” I felt blood rush to my head as the force and pain increased… Demirlibahçe Escort Bayan She suddenly let go and lifted her foot. Huuuuggn… I take in deep breaths. Tsunade crosses her arms. “You nearly killed yourself idiot. I had to waste my Hundred Healing Seal to heal myself and keep you from dying.”

I had heard of her Hundred Healing Jutsu, which allows her to store chakra little by little in a single spot and then release it all at once. She used her secret technique to save me? But why? “Uh, again with that stupid look on your face. I didn’t heal you out of the kindness of my heart, idiot. I will regenerate my seal again and I am going to use a new technique to do it.” A smile appeared on her lips. “I saved you because I will be using this new technique on your chakra, think of it as a blood transfusion. I will absorb your chakra bit by bit and add it to my reserves, quickening the entire process.”

She steps forward, placing one foot on either side of my head. I can see her crotch from the angle. She’s naked from the waist down! I can see her perfect round ass and her vagina. The view is amazing, but the cheeks are getting bigger. Is she squatting down? On my Face? Yes, she is! What the hell is going on? The naked cheeks keep getting closer to my face. They seem to be taking forever or is it just me? She finally lands down on my face with her full weight, overwhelming me with her scent and my sight goes completely dark.

PRESENT DAY

“So that is what happened and how Slave here found himself in this predicament.” Tsunade bounced. Sakura was in shock. Not just from the assassination attempt but still thinking about the fact that there is a person under Lady Hokage with his face buried up her ass. She tried to collect her thoughts and asked the Hokage, “But I still don’t understand that…” she pointed to Tsunade’s ass, “And what is this new technique you are using to recreate the Hundred Healing Seal? And what is… his role in all of it?”

Tsunade smirks and Shizune chuckles. “I invented a new technique wherein I absorb the chakra from another person via direct physical contact and add it to my own reserves building the Seal. It accelerates the process and reduces the strain on me as a good portion of chakra comes from Slave.” Sakura listened to the Hokage distractedly, still staring at her ass. Tsunade followed Sakura’s gaze and snapped at her. “The chair is so I can maintain continuous physical contact with his face and drain his chakra, and also restrain and punish him at the same time.” Tsunade said and moved her hips, grinding Slave’s face between her cheeks.

Sakura understood the situation largely. Why Tsunade was spending long hours in the office and how she was so comfortable on the chair, it waived the strain of building and sustaining the seal. She knew Tsunade was sadistic and eccentric and a punishment like this was right up her alley. She asked, “So is the chair enough to hold….umm..Slave? Doesn’t he resist or try to break through?” Tsunade replied, “Of course, but he can’t move or resist. Not only is his chakra being steadily drained but the chair is well built as well. It prevents almost any movement and I keep supplying him with fresh air.”

PPFFFRRBBT!

Lady Tsunade released a fart abruptly. Sitting on top of the face, the air had nowhere to go but in Slave’s nostrils. He was used to the rotten smell now and just inhaled deeply. “I don’t think he even wants to resist anymore and just enjoys his role as a fart cushion.” Tsunade laughed.

Sakura was aghast and Shizune bit her lip. She just heard Lady Tsunade fart audibly right on the face of the man stuck under her ass, but surprisingly didn’t smell anything. That’s why her flatulence seemed to be gone, Sakura realized. Sakura, though still a bit shocked, was impressed by the entire thing. It was weird but seemed proper. “I guess it is an efficient and appropriate punishment.” Sakura spoke and chuckled nervously. Tsunade smiled, “So you do agree with the punishment. Shizune was right, you are smart.” Tsunade released a silent fart this time but a potent one. Slave coughed under her ass and moaned, tears forming in his eyes.

“Well then, I have a lot of work to do Sakura. We will talk later.” Tsunade dismissed Sakura and got back to the giant pile of papers in front of her. Sakura took her leave, “As you say Lady Tsunade, I will see you at the training grounds later. Goodbye.” She left the office and Shizune closed the door behind her. “She is a bright girl and a good student.” Shizune said and turned towards Tsunade who was already in the documents. “We have a busy schedule today my Lady.” They spent the next 10 minutes discussing the day’s tasks and duties. Tsunade farted at least thrice during that time and Shizune kept glancing towards Tsunade’s ass. Most of the air was still being consumed by Slave, preventing the office from stinking up.

“Uh, I am not comfortable. Time to work on the restoration technique.” Tsunade stood up, peeling away Escort Demirlibahçe her damp pants from Slave’s face who started breathing heavily. She took them off showing her bare ass and settled her naked cheeks back down on his face.

PPPFFFRRBT!

Tsunade’s ass engulfed Slave’s face, flooding his senses with her soft skin and scent. Her farts adding another layer of wet potency to her scent. Slave inhaled the fart, aware of the consequences if he disappointed Lady Hokage. He continued to sniff and breathe the puckering hole, now snug with his nose, even between the farts, trying to get as much oxygen as possible. “Can you bring me some breakfast Shizune? I haven’t had a chance.” Tsunde spoke without looking up. “Of course, my lady.” Shizune said and left the office.

For the next 10 minutes Tsunade focused on her work. Releasing farts habitually unconcerned because of the fart filter under her. Shizune returned with a plate of dumplings and a cup of tea, along with a cup of pills, and settled the tray on Hokage’s desk. Tsunade finally took a break from her work and leaned back to relax. “Whew! Organizing new teams for Chunin exams is such a hassle. Can’t someone else do this?” Tsunade crossed her legs giving a bit of opening to Slave to sneak in a bit of fresh air. “The Hokage has always formed teams for the new ninjas. They must be properly balanced to ensure growth for every member. It may be a hassle but it is necessary.” Shizune answered, going back to her stack of scrolls to work on.

“Yeah yeah I know!” Tsunade frowned. She straightened up and picked up the cup full of pills from the tray. “Open your mouth slave, time for breakfast.” She said and slightly parted her legs, revealing Slave’s mouth underneath. He opened up without further need for orders. This was the only nourishment he received to sustain himself, other than what Lady Hokage released. Tsunade dropped the stack of pills in his mouth and moved forward, placing her asshole just above his open lips. “And something to help wash it down.”

PPFFFFFRRRRSSSTT!

Tsunade released a loud wet fart right in Slave’s mouth, echoing down his throat. He obediently swallowed his pills and the lingering taste of farts in his mouth. “Good boy!” Tsunade said while grinding her ass on Slave’s face. “Keep your mouth open and lick me clean. I need to relax while I eat.” Tsunade said and picked up some dumplings. Damn Shizune, you know sweet food in the morning upsets my stomach, she thought. Tsunade picked up a newspaper and flipped to the page with lottery details while eating. Slave followed his orders, he continued to lick Tsunade’s crack and asshole gently, cleaning any sweat and dirt. All the while keeping his mouth wide open and swallowing any farts that came along.

Tsunade finished her dumplings and picked up the warm cup of tea. She blew and sipped, enjoying the refreshing drink and soft caressing from Slave’s tongue on her asshole. Halfway through her cup, Tsunade slid back so her asshole was above Slave’s nose and her vagina over his mouth. “Time for your morning tea Slave, open up wide. I don’t want any spills or you will be sorry.” Tsunade said, still sipping her tea. Slave opened his mouth and raised his tongue, he knew what was coming and was well trained to take it by now. Tsunade sighed and pee slowly started trickling from her urethra, right into Slave’s open mouth below. The salty and acidic liquid slowly filled his mouth and he swallowed the Hokage’s golden liquid. The flow increased along with the taste and smell, overwhelming Slave’s senses and filling his mouth quickly. He gulped down large amounts as quickly as he could, to prevent any spills.

Tsunade preferred to use the office seat for her morning release and thus peed continuously for over a minute. She shook her ass to release any droplets and coupled it with a built-up fart. “Hmmm, wasn’t that nice Slave? Now clean me up.” Tsunade asked rhetorically. “Yes Mistress, Thank you for the meal.” Slave replied, the taste still lingering in his mouth, and began licking her wet lips. He licked her clean and poked his tongue in deep to be thorough. Around 9 AM, Tsunade was done with her breakfast, she organized her desk and started on the day’s work.

PPRRFFBT!

Tsunade continued to release farts and have her vagina licked, completely immersed in her work. Shizune sorted through the documents and generally aided the Hokage. After about an hour, a knock came on the door. “Enter.” Tsunade said and leaned back from her table. Kurenahi Yuhi, Jonin captain for Team 8, entered the office. “Good Morning Lady Tsunade. Team 8 has returned from our mission in the Land of Wind. The escort was a success and our client safe. I was asked to report to you immediately, is there something else I can help you with?” Kurenai announced.

“Yes, Kurenai. Please come closer, I want to show you something.” Tsunade said and stood up from her seat. Slave, free from the weight after hours, took in deep breaths. Kurenai walked around the table and saw the man with his face poking out of the seat. She stared at the sight for a couple of seconds and smiled, “So is this the stalking assassin everyone was talking about?” Kurenai came closer and examined the red face and the new office chair. “Yes. He tried to infiltrate the mansion and kill me during the night.” Tsunade told the entire tale to Kurenai.

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Preacher’s wifey perspective

She was surprised to see 3 big black men and a very large black woman sitting on the front row of her hubby’s otherwise very white church. If she had to guess, the woman was about 50, tall, and large, easily over 400 pounds. In her opinion a big woman like that should have worn a skirt that was at was longer than mid-thigh and a top that better covered up her oversized boobs.

She was very shocked that she noticed, but it didn’t look like any of the guys had on underwear and it seemed that what they said about black men was true, because each of them had something thick hanging down the legs of their jeans. As a good pastor’s wife she went over and welcomed each one. She was surprised to hear that her hubby had invited them, since he hadn’t mentioned it to her. She was more surprised when she felt a tingle of excitement in her clit as she shook hands with Irv, Sly and especially Big Mike. There was a wicked glint in his eye as he looked her directly in the eyes and emphasized the name, “Big” Mike.

Her knees were a little weak as she walked to her pew to sit down…and what was wrong with her, she could feel a wet spot in her panties. She cursed her hubby under her breath. Usually, he was horny almost every Saturday night or Sunday morning…and even though his cock no longer got hard, he sure did know how to use his tongue and lips on her needy pussy. But for some reason he hadn’t made any attempt to get between her thick thighs this week and now here she was on Sunday morning, in church and so horny that the handshake of a strange black man, with very large hands had made her clit get hard and rub against her scratchy granny panties and made her wet her pants with desire. Her hubby better be ready to do some serious pussy eating after church.

She watched as her hubby came in and greeted the new folks. She wondered what Big Mike had said that made her hubby’s face flush a bright red. In her horny mind, she imagined him saying something like, “I want to fuck your wife”, but of course he wouldn’t have said that to a preacher in church.

She tried to concentrate on the service, but she found herself, squirming in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her arms so that they rubbed over her hard, swollen, nipples. She thought she noticed her hubby glancing over at the black folks in the front row, a bit more than he should have. When he was sitting down as someone did announcements, it seemed like he was staring and licking his lips and she wondered if the big woman with the short skirt was flashing him.

As he stood to preach, she lowered her hand to her lap and pressed it against her swollen clit. Was it her imagination, or did he preach a particularly short sermon this morning. Maybe he was as horny as she was and just wanted to get home and devour her wet, aroused pussy.

In any case, almost as soon as the service was over, she thanked the new folks for coming, not minding that Big Mike seemed to hold on to her hand extra long. She was in front of him long enough to know that he seemed to enjoy her large, chubby white body because that thing down his leg was hard enough that it was pushing against his jeans. Again, she felt her pussy getting even wetter. She quickly excused herself and on wobbly legs, headed next door to the parsonage. She hoped hubby didn’t take too long with his goodbyes, because she desperately needed his talented tongue between Boğaziçi Escort her pussy lips.

She always waited for her hubby to make the first move but this time she was desperate. She went back to the bedroom and quickly stripped off all her clothes. She had been taught that only sluts played with themselves, so she only rubbed her hand over her swollen clit one time, as she slid on a short, thin night shirt. God, where was her husband? She figured he had to be coming soon, so she sat her big, fat ass up on the dining room table, laid back, spread her legs and allowed the cool area to flow over her wet, hairy, mature pussy as her lip opened wide.

She knew her hubby wouldn’t need any more of an invitation than that and when she heard the door open, she closed her eyes, waiting to feel his hot tongue inside of her. “Well, what are you waiting for?” she purred, when he didn’t immediately dive into her overheated pussy. He cleared his throat and she looked up and cried out as she scrambled to sit up and cover herself.

Behind her hubby were three big black men, with obvious erections and a very large black woman, licking her lips. Big Mike stepped forward at this point and asserted himself as the leader. “Well, well, well, Mrs. white, married preacher’s wifey, I see you already ready for Big Mike.” He laughed as she stuttered and stammered. “no need for discussion, Mrs. white wifey, I’m gonna tell you how it gonna go down. Like I told your hubby at church, I do really want to fuck your sweet, innocent pussy, but only if you want to.”

She tried to interrupt but he slapped her ass, hard, and said, “This ain’t no discussion lady….you want a discussion you can talk to your hubby later. You can ask him how it felt to have Big Mike’s cock fucking his ass, or how he liked sucking the cum out of Irv or how very much he enjoyed sucking our cum out of Big Mama’s fat, stinky pussy.”

Her mouth dropped open in shock as she looked at her hubby, who only stared at the ground. “So, we all gonna get naked and then we gonna find out if Mrs. fat, white, married, wifey wants Big Mike’s big black cock to fuck her sweet pussy.

Don’t worry we already know hubby here can’t get it up no more, plus his little dicklet isn’t much bigger than Big Mama’s clit. And I done seen from your little show when we walked in, that you nice and wet and horny, but sweety, if you ain’t wetter than you’ve ever been in a few minutes then I just let hubby take your fuckin for you. Now, let’s get naked.

She was surprised to see her hubby obediently stripping off his clothes. She gasped in spite of herself when each guy took off his pants and 3, black cocks sprung out. All of them were hard, and as had been pointed out, since hubby couldn’t get hard, it had been a while since shed seen a hard cock. Besides that her hubby’s cock, even when it got hard, was tiny compared to the 8 to 10 inches, thick, black cock’s in front of her. She almost gagged as Big Momma spread her legs once she was out of her clothes. It smelled like she hadn’t washed in a month. Shit, she knew how much her hubby was turned on by smelly pussy, she glanced at him as he stood in just his tighty whitey underpants.

She looked again, wondering why his undies were bulging and then as Big Mama pulled them down, she gasped. Her conservative, preacher hubby, had his balls tied up tightly with what looked like clotheline Escort Boğaziçi wound around and around his testicles. They were purple as they bulged out from the cord. All of their guests laughed at the shocked look on her face and Big Mike said, “you didn’t know your hubby liked tying up his little white balls did you? But, hey, he is obedient, since Big Momma ordered him to have them tied up this morning.

Her head was spinning as Big Mike continued with his instructions. “So, here what we gonna do first…you gonna kiss your hubby, nice and deep like, you gonna fondle him and he gonna fondle you. Then, you and me gonna do the kissy, fondle thing and you see which one you like better.” When she hesitated, he slapped her big, wobbly, bare ass hard and barked, “Get to it.” It was weird kissing and making out with an audience, and naked too. But, it was nice, she and hubby kissed, tongues in each other’s mouths, his hands on her titties, rubbing over her hard nipples as she gently cradled his swollen, tied up balls and pulled on his limp, drooling cock.

She felt Big Mike’s hand on her shoulder as he roughly turned her toward him, “my turn”, was all he said and then he grabbed her violently, as his mouth covered her’s he seemed to take possession of her, his tongue forcefully sliding into her mouth as one large hand squeezed her tittie hard enough o make her cry out and to leave finger mark bruises. He turned her toward him and she felt his massive, throbbing erection pressed against her saggy belly as both of his hands engulfed her ass cheeks and squeezing and pulling at the same time.

Her knees were weak again and as he continued to kiss her, she felt her asshole being pulled open and her pussy lips pulled wide as he mauled her ass. At that point, she desperately wanted his big, swollen, thick cock buried deep inside of her old, married pussy, pressing against her womb. She was sure he could sense the change as she began kissing him back aggressively and grinding her hips against his legs, rubbing her soaking wet, hairy pussy against his firm thigh. He pulled back, even as she tried to keep kissing him. He smiled at her with a knowing smile.

“Oh, don’t worry baby, I know you want my big black cock in you, but we got more to do first. We gone watch Sly and Irv fuck Big Momma and then, we gone watch your cuck hubby suck all they cum out her nasty pussy and then…I mean if you want to, we let you feel Big Mike’s cock banging parts inside you cunt ain’t never been touched by no little white cock.” They sat back on the couch, hubby on one side of her, Big Mike on the other. She obediently stroked both men, although since hubby’s cock was limp and small, it was more of a pull on his, while her hand slide up and down Big Mike’s.

She tried to pay attention to Big Mama on all fours, Irv’s cock making squishing sounds as he slammed in and out of her pussy as she sucked Sly’s oversized dick. But all she could really think about was how good it was going to feel having this massive cock in her right hand, buried inside of her, needy, white, married cunt. She could feel the pussy juices coating her inner thighs, and leaking down onto her, tight, little virgin asshole. After a couple of minutes Big Mike had Irv stopped fucking so her hubby could suck the juices off of his cock. She marveled at how greedily her good little hubby sucked and licked that big black dick. Boğaziçi Escort Bayan He obviously liked it because his dick got semi hard and he was leaking a lot of precum.

A wicked thought came to her mind and she slapped her hubby’s tied up balls. Oh my goodness, he liked it. She slapped them harder.

She couldn’t help it, as Irv started to fill Big Mama with a huge load of black cum, she leaned over and started sucking Big Mike’s horse cock. It tasted salty and unwashed. She could smell his musk, which usually would have turned her off, but now it only aroused her more. She wasn’t even watching as Irv pulled out and Sly took his place fucking Big Mama. She didn’t see her hubby sucking and licking Irv clean and then Sly.

When big Mike pulled her head away from his crotch, she whined. But then he ordered her on her knees, head down, near Big Mama’s cunt so she could watch her hubby eagerly begin to lick two loads of cum from inside of her. Big Mike had planned on making her beg for his cock, but as her swollen, hairy, fat pussy poked between her thick thighs and her saturated pussy lips popped open to reveal a rather loose, pink inside of her pussy, he decided he simply wanted to own her married white cunt.

She sighed as she felt the thick, hard, head of his cock begin to spread her pussy open. She had never had anything close to this fat on big in her pussy before. She felt him grab her hips firmly and then, “Ahhh, Oww, that hurts, that hurts” flew out of her mouth as Big Mike violently thrust the entire length of his 10 inch cock inside of her. He banged painfully against her cervix, once, twice, oh, it hurt, and yet, she wanted more. She pressed her hips back toward him as he slammed into her cervix third time. Two things happened then, she orgasmed so hard she thought she’d pass out, and the head of his big cock penetrated her cervix. She was gasping for air as he thrust back into her again and again and again, each time penetrating a bit deeper into her womb. She orgasmed again only 30 seconds after the first one.

She got lost, there was nothing going on in the room except the feel of Big Mike’s balls slapping against her swollen clit each time he slammed inside of her. She didn’t see her hubby’s face coated in cum and pussy juice from Big Mama’s cunt. She didn’t see, or even notice that both Irv and Sly had lain on the floor and were each now sucking one of her sagging tits, biting her nipples and increasing her pleasure.

She had no idea how many times she orgasmed, although the consensus from others in the room was that she had cum at least a dozen times, although 6 of those were after she passed out. She slowly awoke to her hubby lovingly but hungrily licking a huge load of cum out of her ravaged, sore, swollen pussy. By then, everyone else was fully dressed and about to leave.

Big Mike bent down close to her and asked, “so you want some more of my big Black Cock tomorrow?” She protested that she was far too sore to be ready for more tomorrow, to which he replied. “OK, good, you call in sick tomorrow, I’ll be back about 7 in the morning and I’ll bring a friend. He got a long dick, probably a foot long, but it’s skinny, probably only as thick as your hubbies, if he could get hard, it will be perfect for breaking in your virgin asshole. Make sure you’re all cleaned up, naked, and ready to go at 7 in the morning. In fact, make sure you’re up on all fours, ass up, head down so I can just slide right into to that sweet, busted open married white cunt of yours.” Before she could protest, he was gone.

As she went back to go pee, she was so sore, she could hardly walk, and yet, she felt herself starting to get wet, thinking about 7 am tomorrow morning.

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Life Decisions- 4 Years Later

This is a continuation of the Life Decisions Laura’s Mother Comforts- both versions 1 and 2 should work as a flow of the plot. Found here Life Decisions- Laura’s Route 01 – Fetish – Literotica.com and Life Decisions- Laura’s Route 02 – Fetish – Literotica.com

Time has moved on…

I have experimented with this story. There are several different versions of the ending! They would have been hyperlinked, but Literotica does not allow it.

Friday

It was just after nine-thirty on Friday night. Laura sat there on her old tatty, sagging but comfortable burgundy pleather sofa. Her bare sockless feet, the soles blacken from the unvacuumed floor that was strewn with dust and tonnes of cigarette ash. They were tucked up under her equally bare and now overly large buttocks trying to give them both some warmth. She could have gone up and got some socks. But that required more effort. She was wearing her now rather tightly fitted extra-large red and black Dennis the Menace nightie. The ex-boyfriend Adam had bought for her as a joke birthday present a few years ago, a few months before they split up. She kept it because it was now one of the few things that she owned that still just about fitted her.

There was an almost empty white wine bottle on the edge of the second-hand charity shop dark wood occasional table beside her. Beside the rather empty bottle was her particularly full ashtray alongside her 3/4 empty pack of Marlboro Lights. All contrasted with a now full large glass of wine was in her right hand, and a freshly lit cigarette between the fingers in her left. She was ‘balanced,’ that is how she saw it at those moments. Lungs and head were happy and relaxed in equal measures. The television on the other side of the room was turned on. She was not really watching the popular chat show, she had drunk far too much wine since leaving work and as was far too gone to concentrate on it. Laura was very much lost in her own inebriated rabbit warren of interconnected thoughts.

It had been a hard day at work. Laura had dealt with two of her most difficult customers today and she was just glad to be at home.

They had both called at just at the wrong time. The first one called regarding a big contract just as she was about to get up and leave the office for her morning ciggy break, which delayed it by forty long minutes. Laura struggles most days to get through the working week with her regulated two hourly ciggy breaks. This had meant she had got rather crotchety with her customer before they had agreed to talk again next week. The customer finally hung up and she could get out of the office and light her needed cigarette.

It didn’t help that her offices smoking policy was a sole bench about 5 minutes’ walk across the yard. It was surrounded by the reeking dirty bins and was the windiest place on site. It was not pleasant to sit there. But Laura and the others had to. She did choose to be a little cheeky, as to smoke her first cigarette of the break as she strolled across to the yard. It was pleasant looking up at the cloudless sky reflecting in the windows above. Everyone from the office windows could also look down and see who was walking across and when. It was seen by the non-smokers in the office as the smokers walk of shame.

As she had missed the morning cup of tea and ciggy break with her colleagues, it meant she was alone on the bench, with just her thoughts and her cigarette, wishing she had remembered to make a cup of tea that goes so nicely with her cigarettes.

The frustration of the awkward customer and her need for nicotine, she chained her next ciggy using the last embers of her first one.

Laura sat and smoked the cigarette enjoying the sunshine for a few minutes and time away from the computer screen. It was pleasant to hear birds tweeting in the background. The bench was next to the large red industrial skip bins, so wasn’t the most pleasant of smoking areas. She sighed as she extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray on the grey breeze block wall beside the bench. It would not be long before people started looking for her in the office. Huffing she started the slow ponderous walk back to her office. Laura classed this as her exercise for the day. She had measured it a few times with those fitbits that are all the rage. She did between 2500 and 3000 steps a day, not quite the 10,000 but three times a day going down two flights of stairs and walking to the bench for her ciggy breaks. She wasn’t really that fat, at least that is what she said to herself. Laura was comfortable with her size an average UK of a 16, however more recently had grown closer to an 18, but still bought size 16 clothes in hope that with a bit of exercise she could fit in them again one day. The only exercise she got was going into town and taking them back. It would be mentioned by a few of the office bitches behind her back that she was in no way slim. She was definitely now a large girl.

She had sat there and had another cigarette as ensure she was calm enough to face the barrage of emails created stepping Akdere Escort Bayan out of the office for ‘5’ minutes. She very much needed the second one. One was now never enough, and lunch and the pleasure of her next cigarette were a long stress filled hour and half away.

The other annoyingly timed customer called at ten to five, just as the office was packing up. Laura knew that if she left about 5 minutes early she could firstly have her cigarette sooner, and secondly, she could get ahead of the traffic. There was always a queue at the entrance to the dual carriageway just outside her office estate. It wasn’t a long commute, but it was made considerably longer if she didn’t escape ‘on time’.

Her problem was that this customer was stateside, in Seattle, and so for them it was the just beginning of the morning. They had all day to chat and discuss their project. It was a difficult project with several vested interests all wanting different things. The only thing Laura wanted now was her ‘going home’ cigarette. They had called yesterday for her at five to five, but she had strategically been halfway out the door as her colleague yelled at her. She pretended she didn’t hear, as the cigarette was removed from her bag as went down the stairs. As soon as she was outside it was lit. And she was gone.

The call had not started well as they had been disappointed with her not talking to them yesterday. Laura knew the sale was important, as was her rather nice commission on it. So, whilst her eyes practically burnt a hole in the cigarette pack, she went through the motions of being very apologetic to explaining that she would work on getting the corrections to the contract dealt with as soon as possible. She was being good and as polite as she could, whilst watching the clock on the office wall tick round. All she could think of was her cigarettes.

Her colleagues had all drifted out of the office as it was Friday night. Only her manager remained at the other end of the office.

In preparation for the end of the conversation, she had retrieved her cigarette pack from her large brown bag in the floor and had put them on the desk. “Just shortening the time required later on” Laura had said to herself whilst the customer wittered on about something inconsequential to project. The discussions with the customer went on and on, the cigarette filter just got pulled further and further out of the pack until it was balancing halfway out.

Laura’s manager then walked past on the way to toilets, with a raised eyebrow and a shake of the head at Laura toying with her cigarette in the pack. Laura looked to the ceiling and guiltily pushed it back in.

After much chatting and continually toying with the pack, spinning it in circles on the desk. Laura finally got the customer to agree to her way of thinking. With great relief the end of the call was achieved. Laura scooped up her bag and jacket put her cigarette in her mouth got the lighter from a denim jacket pocket and made for the door.

The cigarette was hurriedly lit and smoke inside her waiting lungs by the time the office front door closed shut behind her. As the very much needed nicotine hit her bloodstream, her tense shoulders relaxed and dropped. With the cigarette almost glued to her lips she made for her car taking as many deep drags her desperate lungs would take. She really needed that cigarette.

As she reached her little Corsa, with yet another desperate lung filling drag she exhaled the plume of grey smoke she dropped the almost finished cigarette on the floor stubbed it out with her light green Newlook flats. She double checked it was out and whilst looking down on the ground of the carpark she could see the remainder of this week’s end of workday cigarette stubs. ‘I must cut down,’ Laura again thought to herself, it was a repetitive thought, especially if had not been windy. They she then mused looking at the mess, ‘it might be easier to move car parking space’. She was genuinely embarrassed seeing the now at least 5 orange stubs on the ground by the driver’s side door with a dozen more from the previous weeks windblown and still in the corner of ‘her’ parking space. The dozens of brown stained small filters were definitely all Laura’s cigarette butts.

The Friday night commute home was as bad as predicted, but the traffic queue gave Laura time for four smoked cigarettes and all of her bottle of water whilst her the iPod shuffle played loudly cheesy 2000s music. She was a happy singing, dancing, and smoking with the window down. She had to take her usual detour on the way home via little Tesco’s at the end of the road to get her weekend cigarettes and also importantly a couple bottles of wine.

Some of her friends and colleagues were going out on the town they had WhatsApped each other at lunchtime, but Laura had ummed and ahhed before she finally declined. Saying she was tired and just wanted a night in. A night alone with her thoughts, her Friday night wine and importantly her cigarettes.

Laura got home, opened her door, walked down the hallway past the living room to Escort Akdere put the wine in the fridge, grabbed a cigarette from the kitchen table and lit it. Leaned against the sink and smoked. She used the time to check Facebook and Twitter on her phone. As usual recently no one had messaged her anything useful. She did not move until she had extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray on the table and finally went upstairs. She went to her bedroom, let her mousey brown hair down from its ponytail, untied and climbed out of her green wrap-around work dress. She soon had her non-matching blue bra undone and dropped to the floor. She had to wiggle her hips and dig her thumbs into the tight elastic to get comfy poker dot granny style knickers off. They were slightly damp. She never quite got over the enjoyment of Adam wrapping his arms around her waist and his fingers hunting around her crotch for wet knickers. She would stand at the front door and still hope he would return.

After letting them fall to the floor, she then ungracefully attempted to kick the ball of clothes the small distance into the washing basket beside her wardrobe, leaving the bra and panties balanced the edge of the extremely full basket. ‘Close’ she thought to herself with a smile.

With a twist and a cough, she grabbed her next cigarette out of the pack on the bed side unit and lit her first ‘It’s the freaking weekend cigarette’ and turned with her exhale and looked at herself side on in the full-size mirror on the wardrobe door. She could see her thighs covered in various bruises even one on her small Eeyore tattoo she got for a dare one drunken Sunday afternoon a few years back, Zoe had the matching Winnie the Pooh on her upper thigh. Most of the bruises came from bumping into the kitchen table and chairs when drunk, she presumed to herself. She could never really remember.

Looked in the mirror and frowned as she stroked her now rather large over hanging muffin top belly that acted like a spongy jiggling cantilevered building hovering high above her pubes. She was also annoyed with the equally full and annoying spare tire that unhelpfully sat above her hips. Both of which lipped over what was now a clear panty line, when and if she bothered to wear them. She ‘had to’ this past week. “That hadn’t been there 3 years ago,” she mused again to herself as she inhaled her cigarette and subsequently exhaled towards the mirror, the smoke bouncing off in every direction.

Her fat had always been there; just less of it. Laura had never been a slim girl. But in her defence, her stomach had nowhere near as big. Since moving out of home. She has not really done any activity, other than eat almost daily takeaways, drink gallons of wine, and smoke thousands upon thousands of cigarettes.

Whilst looking intently in the mirror she had then gently lifted her sagging large right breast and let go leaving it slap back down again against her skin. She sighed her nipples hardened after being played with. So, with a smile she tweaked her large now erect nipples. Her breasts were her best asset she reminded herself, on the very rare occasions when dressed in a certain way- low cut little black dress, her post push up bra, then she can still get the guys to stare with appreciation. She brought her cigarette back to her lips and inhaled and then did some well-practiced snap inhales and smoke rings into the mirror.

Laura balanced the cigarette in the ashtray and with a groan retrieved her Denis nightie, dumped on the bedstead in her slightly hungover rush this morning, and put it on. Laura salvaged the cigarette from the ashtray and inhaled yet again. She then flumped out on to the bed, exhaled the cone of smoke and watched till it hit the bedroom ceiling directly above her head and dissipated. She repeated the large inhale and exhale watching the last bit of smoke bounce off the ceiling. She grabbed her phone, coughed and she lay there on the bed and smoked for a couple of minutes while she ordered her large pizza with extra pepperoni and wedges delivery on her phone app.

With her exhale still drifting from her nose she finally extinguished that cigarette. She lay there for a minute just slowly breathing in and out attempting to relax before a smile crept across her face. Her hand stretched out yet again and between her fingers slid a fresh cigarette from the pack and placed the filter between her lips. Her hand slowly and purposefully her chubby fingers stretched out once again to find the lighter. With it successfully retrieved she lit her second ‘it’s the freaking weekend cigarette’ of the evening with a deep double drag. She exhaled a large cloud of smoke as she lay there out on her back. With yet another drag, and exhale, she gently shuffled herself off the bed she again gently coughed as she flicked the ash from her cigarette and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

Once there she opened one of her several £6 bottles of chardonnay she had in the fridge. If she bought six at a time, she got 25% off, which was a win. She poured herself her first large glass of the evening and settled in on the Akdere Escort sofa to wait for what she hopes was her usual rather gorgeous looking pizza delivery guy.

Saturday

Laura sniffed hard then woke up and as she rolled over pulling her duvet with her trying to continue hiding from the outside world. Soon after she rolled the predictable and usual hacking cough appeared. She hacked again then swallowed whilst she waited for her juddering body to calm down a little. She opened one of her green eyes, the clock determined it was just after nine thirty. Then slowly it scanned the slightly spinning room twice. Twice only because on the first scan, she thought it moved. In reality she was happy where she was. In bed- ‘that’s good’ she thought ‘could have been the sofa- again’. Her second thought was to debate falling back to sleep, or to look for her cigarettes. With both eyes open she was instantly relieved there were two sleeping filters protruding from the pack on the bedside unit. On the weekends, she could never really remember going to bed. Clumsily and she thought most likely still drunkenly her hand wavered knocking over the bed side lamp with a thud. She left it leaning artistically against the wall as she prioritised retrieving the all-important pack. She soon lit one of the cigarettes, inhaled. As she lay there in bed and dragged three times in quick succession her what were once angry nicotine starved lungs started to finally relax.

The two bottles of wine and, if she can remember properly, a couple or three gin night caps to herself had not done her head any good. the pack or so of cigarettes she had with the drink, had not done her throat and lungs much good either. She tried to enjoy the cigarette, but smoked it far too hurriedly, finishing it before she was ultimately ready. It however momentarily solving her throat and lungs problem. She still had on her list to deal with her twinging bladder.

Laura had arranged plans to meet up with Zoe and Karen her work colleagues and friends from work for lunch and spot of shopping at 12ish. She rolled to the edge of the bed, coughed, and slowly groaning and moaning sat up. And stayed put slumped on the edge of the bed as she finished her cigarette. She really needed to move as she more than urgently needed her morning piss.

She slowly padded round the bed onto the landing and to her bathroom, she tugged and eventually hoicked up her surprisingly damp nightie and sat on the toilet. ‘Did I wet the bed again?’ She mused to herself feeling the warm wet nightie that now stuck her back whilst contemplating stripping the bed of sheets again.

Laura had sat down almost falling on the toilet seat and then smiled as she lit the cigarette in her mouth using the pink Bic lighter conveniently left by the sink taps and relaxed again. As she recreated ‘a thundering Niagara Falls’ as her ex-boyfriend had cheekily mentioned once or twice, she started to get flashbacks to last night.

Sometime during the second half of the required second bottle of wine, a Brian Cox documentary on one of the random channels on telly had popped up. Laura could all of a sudden remember being far too drunk to concentrate or take in on the useful information he was famous for saying, however she could vaguely remember fingering herself to orgasm whilst sitting on the on the sofa. She fancied the pants off Prof Cox. Laura’s nipples suddenly pinged erect against the nightie at that thought of Prof Cox and his purring calm voice. Laura momentarily stopped peeing and stretched her arm across to ash her cigarette in the white sink beside the toilet. She would find three more butts from last night. She picked them up and dropped them between her legs, they bounced off her thick thighs leaving a couple of ash marks before they fell into the bowl. She stood up too early enjoying the last bit of pee dribble and tickle down her thighs, gave her thighs a cursory wipe and then flushed. Then tugging her damp nighty back down over her thighs, she went downstairs to hunt for her morning coffee.

Once her coffee machine had whirred and her phone and fresh pack of cigarettes retrieved from the lounge, Laura was starting feel more human again.

She drank her coffee, as she powered her way through her third morning cigarette. She sat there not really worried that she was in her wet nightie as she focused on nibbling at the half of cold pizza slice remaining in the pizza box on the kitchen table and thought about making a plan for the morning.

She plugged her predictably dead phone into the charger and waited for it to come to life. She then checked for messages from the girls, so she assumed it was still on. She used to go out often with Zoe and Karen, they had actually been to school and college together before going their separate ways at university however somehow, they all ended up back together working at Tectron in the same building. 10-12 years ago, they would have gone out together on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday nights, easily drinking three or four bottles of Wetherspoons cheap wine between them and then dancing, drinking, and smoking the night away at the nightclub and still managed to up for college or work in the morning. Those were the days when there wasn’t a smoking ban, and there was a convenient smoking section upstairs in spoons. The three girls would be sitting up there in an ever-increasing cloud of smoke.

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