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Disclaimer: Like all lit stories this one would fit in multiple categories. This story has sharing, exhibitionism, and lots of light bondage. If those aren’t your thing, stop now and find another story.

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(Joshua)

A duck on the water. The phrase went through my head as I stood there with my parents and brother waiting to pick up my Daphne. We’d gotten to her apartment late in the morning and rang the doorbell. It was hard to keep a straight face since Daphne was pretty much my favorite person in the world. I was like a duck on the water as my dad often said, on the surface everything was calm, but underneath I was paddling furiously. I had butterflies in my stomach and I couldn’t wait to see her but outwardly I was perfectly still and nonchalant.

Our parents had planned a semi-family reunion for spring break. My dad and his best friend since childhood used to spend their summers on the lake and had brought us up the same way. They’d been inseparable as kids and even joined the military together, they’d been stationed together and gone to war. Afterwards they’d both come back home, married their sweethearts and started a family. I’d literally grown up next to Daphne which is why we considered each other ‘cousins’, despite the fact that there was no blood relation connecting us. We were all adults now but both dads had wanted to bring the families together for spring break. I’d flown into town, my brother Greg had drove down, and the rest of the family was coming in to spend a week on the lake at our vacation home at Lake Havasu. I say home but it was actually a permanent placed mobile home with four bedrooms. We spent our summers there while growing up and some of the best times of my life had been hanging out with Daphne, Greg, and Daphne’s sister Holly.

After a minute, the door opened and my heart stopped. Daphne stood in the doorway with her arms wide shrieking, “Oh my god,” as we all rushed to embrace her. She took turns hugging my parents and my brother Greg and then jumped up and down with excitement when she got to me. It was well known we were favorites and were practically inseparable when we were together so nobody thought twice that our hug lasted three times longer than the others.

“I’ve missed you so much Joshey,” she cried as her arms wrapped around my neck. My name was Joshua but Daphne always called me Joshey, I didn’t allow anybody else to butcher my name like that. We held each other tight and though I was happy to be hugging her it was almost impossible not to be excited by her breasts pressing against my chest.

“All right, we’ll have plenty of time to catch up, let’s get this show on the road,” my dad said. He was always practical and never spent too much time on emotions. However, in this situation he was right, we still had a long drive to the lake so we needed to get going if we wanted to make it in the afternoon.

Following my dad’s advice Daphne grabbed a small black rolling suitcase and then we headed to my parent’s dark blue minivan.

“It’s so awesome that you guys set this up,” Daphne told my parents. “And thanks for picking me up. I would’ve had to drive by myself if you hadn’t.”

“No problem sweetie,” my mom said.

“Holly should be coming up in a day or two, she had to get some last-minute stuff done at her job. Mom and dad should be up pretty much the same time,” she continued.

Greg and I looked at each other, in a flash it was just like old times. Daphne was a chatterbox, she was always talking, in anybody else it would bug the hell out of me, in her I found it endearing. I wasn’t shy and spoke my mind often but around her I tended to be silent so she could talk, so I was content to let her talk away.

“Nice van,” she said. “When did you get it?”

“At the beginning of the year,” my mom said. “I needed something to carry my equipment and products in.”

My mom had started making jewelry as a hobby and quickly discovered a gift for it. After only a year or so many high-end jewelry shops held her products. I’d talked to my dad and was surprised that it was bringing in a fairly good income for them. Enough that my dad had semi-retired from his job as a police officer and focused on marketing and managing my mom’s business.

“I got backseat,” I yelled as I opened the door to the van and hopped in.

“Me too,” Daphne said laughing and moving in behind me. “This is really nice,” she said running her hands over the soft charcoal gray fabric.

“Hurry up,” Greg said swatting her butt as he moved behind her.

Climbing into the back and we grinned while my brother rolled his eyes and hopped into the second seat. Mom and dad got in the front and soon we were on our way. It was a three-hour drive to the lake from where we were so we made ourselves comfortable. My brother leaned against the window and stretched his legs out across the seat. I sat on the side closest to the door while Daphne stretched out the length of the seat with her head in my lap. Mom turned on her Pandora app and with the radio playing sex hikayeleri we were soon texting with each other, talking about our lives and the changes that happened since we’d last seen each other.

Mom saw us all staring at our phones, “Are you all really texting? For god’s sake, you’re sitting next to each other.

My brother and I looked up, “Yeah, but texting’s easier, plus you don’t have to turn down the music,” I said.

For the next half hour, we caught up silently with each other via group text.

I watched Daphne as she texted. Right now, she was wearing a dark green string bikini top the color of a pine tree with denim shorts and converse sneakers. She was medium height at 5’6″ with an athletic body but had been gifted with a larger side of C cup chest. Smooth white skin, bright green eyes and fiery red, curly hair that hung to the middle of her back gave her a wild look. She worked out enough to keep her stomach flat yet still had nice curves and a round butt.

Meanwhile I had joined the Marine Corps right out of high school and it’d filled me out, I didn’t like flat tops but I kept my dark hair cut short in the military manner. I stood six feet even and weighed around 180 pounds. I’d used to be a skinny kid but since we’d last seen each other I packed on a lot of muscle and I wanted her to notice so I was wearing black knee length shorts and a tribal designed blood red sleeveless affliction shirt. Secretly I’d worn the shirt to show off my arms, now that I was working out a lot and was more muscular, I wanted people to notice.

My brother Greg had always been the fit one and I felt in his shadow while growing up. Don’t get me wrong, Greg is a great brother, he is my best friend and he’s taught me almost as much about being a man as our dad did while growing up. The problem is he’s naturally good at everything. God gifted him with good looks and a great body, like two out of three wasn’t enough he’d given him a brain too. The only consolation I took was that I was a full three inches taller than him. Four years ago, he’d graduated from a top university with honors on a swimming scholarship. Now he was running his own cybersecurity business and was doing well, he even taught a few classes at a local university. He had broad shoulders with curly blonde hair he’d inherited from our mother that he kept shoulder length. I don’t think he ever used a brush but his hair just fell in a naturally roguish manner. Right now, he looked like a stereotypical surfer, wearing blue knee length board shorts and a plain white t-shirt that highlighted his tanned body. We shared the same bright blue eyes as our dad that seemed to run in our family, the color of sapphires on ice. More than one person had remarked on our family eyes being the best feature.

Settling down, she handed Greg her phone signaling him to take a picture of us. I put a hand on her side while she wrapped her arms around it and Greg took a quick picture and handed back her phone. He winked at her and she blushed. I loved him dearly but his movie star looks made me want to beat him over the head with a bat sometimes.

Despite that small surge of jealousy, I took heart from the fact that Daphne chose to sit next to me and put her head in my lap.

Ha, suck it Greg.

Smiling at me as she released my arm Daphne grabbed her phone. I felt a small loss as she let go of me. We were the same age at 22 and practically grew up together but hadn’t seen each other in almost three years. She’d gone from our hometown community college to a university a few hours away while I’d joined the Marine Corps and been stationed out of state. I’d missed her fiercely and that brief semi-intimate contact had stoked my always confusing emotions toward her. We’d messed around as kids, she’d let me feel her up a few times and we’d kissed more than a few times. Our last meeting when she was in college and I was home on leave from the Marines had resulted in a pretty heavy kissing and petting session between us but she kept her panties on. Still, that was the only thing she wore and I ‘d gotten to feel pretty much her entire body and I still counted it as my most memorable make-out session with a girl.

Me: So how is school?

Daphne: Good, on my final year.

Me: Congrats.

Daphne: Thank you!

Greg: I forgot, what are you majoring in again?

Daphne: Business finance and management.

Me: Wow, sounds tough.

Daphne: It was but after the first two years I’ve managed to get my grades up and now I’m graduating with honors.

Me: Wow, aren’t you a badass.

Daphne: Lol, I try.

Greg: It sounds hard, how’d you do that?

Daphne: To be honest I think most of it was due to the new job I got my last two years. I was able to spend a lot more time studying.

Me: Really? What kind of job?

Daphne bit her lip and looked up at me and then at Greg, we both caught the sudden movement and looked down at her. I had a premonition and wasn’t to surprised when the next words appeared on my seks hikayeleri screen.

Daphne: Dancing.

Me: That’s it? Just dancing?

Once again, she looked up and back and forth at us while biting her lip. She gave me a ‘duh’ look and we stared at each other for a few seconds, my eyes widened as her look confirmed my suspicions.

Me: YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!

Me: No way, really?

She read the text then looked at me and nodded.

Greg: BULLSHIT.

Daphne giggled and quirked an eyebrow at Greg.

Daphne: What, don’t think I’m pretty enough?

Greg: No, I don’t think you’re brave enough.

Me: Just so we’re clear, what are you wearing when you dance?

Daphne looked at me smiling.

Daphne: A g-string, and ONLY a g-string!

Greg: GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

Me: GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

Greg and I looked at each other as our texts crossed and we saw them at the same time, Daphne giggled.

Greg: I think we’re going to have to make a road trip to your town.

Me: Do your parents know?

Daphne: NO, and it better stay that way. If you make a trip I’ll introduce you to the girls I work with.

Me: Naw, I’d rather hang with you.

Daphne smiled at me.

Greg: Good, more for me, lol.

Daphne: You’re such a dork, lol.

Greg: Does Holly know?

Daphne: Yeah, she’s cool with it and she understands why I do it. She actually told me she wished she’d thought of it.

Me: Why do you do it?

Daphne: Because I make in one night what I used to make in a week at my other job. Working just Friday and Saturday I’ve doubled my income and get way more time to study.

Greg and I looked at each other, I shrugged as he nodded. It made sense and I certainly wasn’t going to judge her. I thought she had a terrific body and if it helped pay her bills then who was I to criticize.

Idly I wondered if that was all she did for money, as if reading my mind, another text came through.

Daphne: School got a lot easier than when I had to wait tables. It’s not that bad, I’ve been propositioned a few times but I just keep it to dancing.

Me: I’m not judging you.

Greg: Yeah, I think it’s cool, don’t be ashamed or anything. Do what you got to and don’t let anybody tell you otherwise.

Daphne turned to Greg and I saw she was getting emotional.

Daphne: Thanks guys, I was scared to tell you because I wasn’t sure what you’d think. Holly told me you’d support me but I wasn’t sure. It means a lot that you don’t think less of me.

I reached down and grabbed her hand as she held her head against me while Greg put his hand on her thigh and gave it a squeeze in support. For a minute we just held her to show we cared. Finally, we broke apart, Greg and I looked up at our parents, they were talking away and oblivious to us.

After a minute we all went back to texting.

Greg: Course now you got me curious to see you dance.

Daphne: Lol.

Greg: I think you should show us your tits now.

Daphne: WHAT?!

Greg: Why not? You just said you dance and you invited us to go watch.

Daphne: No, I said I’d introduce you to some of the girls I work with, I did not invite you to watch me dance.

Greg: Do you really think we’re not going to watch you dance?

Me: He has a point.

Daphne: That’s different.

Greg: How?

Daphne: Cause I’m not taking off my top six feet away from your parents.

Greg: So you don’t mind taking off your top for us, it’s the parents close by that bothers you. Good to know.

Daphne: Shut up!

Greg: So, you will take your top off for us?

Daphne: We’re not having this discussion.

Greg: Do you always wear a g-sting or do you ever go full nude?

Rolling her eyes.

Daphne: Why does it matter?

Greg: Just curious.

Me: Me too. Is it always a g-string?

Shaking her head, she texted.

Daphne: You guys are bad, lol. Yep, always a g-string, I pretty much have every color, red, black, white, even a Wonder Woman outfit that has a blue field and white star g-string bottom.

My mouth dropped and Greg barked out a small laugh, Daphne looked up at me and silently laughed with Greg. I knew she was a Wonder Woman fan with her favorite being the alternate red-haired version, she had been since she was a kid and knew she looked like her. She had a few Wonder Woman things like t-shirts and her phone case. She also tended to dress as Wonder Woman on Halloween but I was something of a comic book nerd, I’d been collecting them since I was a kid and had gone to comic cons dressed like favorite characters. Daphne knew what that comment meant to me, she met my eyes and winked.

Daphne: I may have taken a pic for when I saw my Joshey.

Daphne watched me as I read her latest text. My mouth dropped again and my eyes went wide, Greg snorted and Daphne silently laughed again.

Me: OMG, you have to show me!

Daphne: I don’t know, can I trust you? You’re erotik hikayeler not going to post this to some weird nerd website, are you?

I glared at her and she smirked, she was enjoying teasing me and drawing this out. I reached down to her sides, I knew she was insanely ticklish. As soon as I touched her she shrieked and dropped her phone to use both hands to grab mine, our parents looked up. Greg laughed to cover it up like we were just messing around. Our parents rolled their eyes and went back to talking and driving. Daphne mouthed okay to me and I relaxed my hand, after a second, she let go of me and warily picked up her phone. She eyed me in case I got ready to tickle her again but I let her dig through her phone and find the pics. Seconds later three pictures were sent to Greg and me.

The first was a three-quarter frontal pic wearing a skimpy Wonder Woman costume, the top barely covered her nipples and the bottom cut a high V. It was a two-piece costume with matching headband, lasso and bracelets. It was the type of outfit obviously meant for the bedroom and it looked stunning on Daphne. Her bright lustrous hair had been styled and flowed freely past her shoulders, her arms were at her sides and she had a fierce smile.

The second pic was taken from behind in the same costume. The back was a thong and barely had any material to cover her butt, she was holding the top corset in her hand and looking over her shoulder. Her back was surprisingly toned and her ass was firm and muscular. What I wouldn’t give to have been in front of her on that shot.

The third shot was another frontal but without the top, her hands were crossed in front of her chest, just covering her nipples and the yellow rope “lasso” was wrapped around her simulating she’d been captured while her face held a defiant look.

My dick had gotten hard after seeing the first pic but it jumped a little on the simulated bondage pic, that was kind of a thing for me. With her head in my lap I know she’d had to feel it and she adjusted her head around it but didn’t say anything.

Greg and I had both stopped texting and we must have stared at the pics for at least five minutes.

Daphne: K, you guys are making me self-conscious, are they not good?

Greg: Words fail me.

Me: Are you kidding me? They’re fucking great! Dear god, they’re spectacular. I’ve never seen a prettier Wonder Woman, you look like a goddess. I want to show these to the world and brag that you’re the best-looking Wonder Woman the world has ever seen. I just found my new wallpaper for my phone for the rest of my life. I’d kill to have taken those pics or at least been there when they were taken.

Daphne: Lol.

Daphne: Ok, ok, I get the point.

Greg: I think he likes them.

Daphne: You think? Lol.

I shook my head at their teasing. Glancing down I noticed that Daphne’s nipples were a little hard and were poking out against her bikini top. I reached down and gave a quick pinch to one.

Her eyes flew wide and Greg smirked.

Me: Looks like somebody likes showing off her pics.

Daphne: OMG

She shook her finger at me as she sent another text.

Daphne: Bad!

Greg: He’s got a point, somebody does seem to be enjoying it.

Greg pointedly stared at her chest, both her nipples were rock hard and straining against her emerald top.

Daphne: Both of you behave, lol.

Me: Never, lol.

With my free hand I reached down and traced patterns on her stomach.

Daphne: What are you doing?

I didn’t reply but kept smiling at her as I traced back and forth across her stomach. Her eyes closed for a few seconds as she relaxed. When she opened them, Greg was staring at her with a sly smile. My hand traced higher on her stomach, she glanced back and forth between us. My fingers began to slide up her stomach and caught the string between the triangles covering her tits. Her free hand moved to mine but my free hand caught it and held her hand down. She locked eyes with me as I slowly tugged the center string higher. Her hand tightened on mine but she didn’t drop her phone to free her other hand or otherwise try to stop me. Greg was staring at us but for the moment it was just Daphne and me. Our eyes locked to one another and I kept gently pulling up the string on her top. The material strained to stay in place but my pulling was inexorable. After a few seconds the top gave way and abruptly the strain eased as it came over her tits and even with my hand. I continued pulling until it was to her chin, she closed her eyes as I brought it over her head and slipped it off. I looked up for a quick second while her eyes were closed to make sure my parents were still oblivious then dropped the top on the floor.

Focusing back on her Daphne met my eyes, I hadn’t looked down yet as we communicated silently. Finally, she squeezed my hand and closed her eyes. I turned my eyes down to see her beautiful tits fully exposed, they were perfect, with smooth white skin and quarter sized light pink nipples.

Still holding her hand, I used my free arm and reached down to trace my fingers across her chest. She let out a small sigh and snuggled into me a little more. Greg just watched as I traced circles around her nipples and gave them gentle squeezes.

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The social event had been exciting for everyone. The women students had enjoyed every bit of attention they received from the second year boys. Alcohol had been served, under the watchful eyes of the instructors, and in some cases it had helped to loosen tongues. With their chaperones being ever present, there had been little opportunity to discuss sex. Both groups were curious about the training being given to the other. All the students felt horny and more ready than ever to give their virginity. This was a product of young hormones only, however. None of the women students felt that those mere boys would measure up to their future Doms.

At the end of the night the female students had learned a lot. Some of that was about improving their social skills. Like everything they learned at Hanson House, those skills would be required once they graduated and moved into their new life. Whether in a senior role in their career or in a submissive role at home, being able to fit in easily and to put others at ease would serve them well.

The event was considered a success by instructors and students. All the women, however, went to their rooms feeling horny. A lot of masturbation went on after everyone was in bed. Grace and Lis had been unable to restrain themselves. They’d displayed no shame at all when, in the small hours, they took turns spreading their thighs in front of their friends and fucking their cunt holes till they cried out with relief.

Everyone turned out for sport on the Saturday morning. This was another requirement of Hanson House. The women were expected to be healthy and to always take care of their bodies. Few of the students needed much encouragement. Most of them had the sexy kind of body that comes naturally at that age – long, slender limbs and just a hint of the curves they would develop in later years. A few were more round already and they had the advantage of fuller breasts and juicy butts.

All the women students were vain enough to want to preserve what nature had given them. They were determined their skills as submissives would one day secure them a worthy dominant. There chances would not be hurt at all if they were also pleasing to the eye.

Later that day Amanda was given a message to report to Mistress Candace in her office. She arrived right on time and was met by the Mistress and also Master Stuart. It seemed they would discuss something about her progress in class the previous week. Amanda was sure she had performed well and stood confidently in front of the Mistress’ desk.

“Thank you for coming Amanda. You did very well this week with your first anal training.”

“Thanks, Mistress Candace. I think you are both really good teachers.”

Candace smiled at that small flattery. “In the case of anal I will confess I do enjoy my work.” She stood and walked around the desk till she was standing next to Amanda.

“Now my dear, I need to inspect you. I know you gave it your best this week and you took a lot ‘back there’. We need to ensure that your little hole is recovering well.”

“Yes Mistress,” replied Amanda.

“If you don’t mind, I asked Master Stuart to take a look as well. He’s very experienced in this area.” Amanda was suddenly aware of how fast and shallow her breathing had become.

“No Mistress. Not at all,” Amanda replied, trembling slightly. She looked over at the male instructor and tried to smile at him.

Candace signalled to Amanda and the student stood and moved forward to the desk. The older woman took hold of Amanda and asked her to bend over the desk. When her skirt was lifted Amanda remembered this was exactly what had been done to her previously by Mistress Rose. Since she was forbidden to wear underpants, her holes were on display once more.

“Did you douche this morning my dear? No? Well never mind. Its not required for what we are gong to do here today.”

She bent Amanda over with her breasts pressed firmly against the desk and her feet on the floor. Amanda could sense the instructor bending down to peer at her anus and her cunt. It was humiliating and kind of a turn-on. Mistress Rose had been correct when she said Amanda was beginning to understand the meaning of submission.

“Please open yourself for me,” said Candace gently. Without another thought, Amanda took hold of her bare arse cheeks and pulled herself wide open. She felt joy at being able to obey so readily. Then there was the touch of Candace’s finger on her cunt lips. Amanda dared not so much as flinch as Candace began her inspection.

“Hmmmmm. Yes some wetness for sure. I detected that during class as well. See Stuart, this one gets aroused from being exposed and touched.”

The male instructor rose and walked across the room. “Yes, I noticed it too. But now, up close, I can really see how turned-on she gets. More than I expect from a second year student.”

Candace ran her fingers through the length of Amanda’s moist cunt lips. That finally made Amanda jump in surprise, her görükle escort body stiffening and her cunt producing still more wetness.

The female instructor gave a little moan and shoved two fingers right into the cunt of her student. Amanda gave up a groan of pleasure at this sudden invasion.

“Best open those legs for me, little dear,” whispered Candace in her ear. “It will give me better access to you.” Amanda complied and she felt her cunt open slightly and Candace thrust even deeper. Just like the previous week, Amanda was sure this was a serious infraction of the rules. Just as surely, she rejoiced in being used sexually by one of the instructors. The early weeks of classes had left her incredibly horny.

Amanda groaned again, louder, when Candace pressed the tip of her tongue against the young woman’s anus. She couldn’t say if she was giving service or being used by the instructors. None of the tongue fucking she had received that week could match the sensation of the Mistresses’ tongue on one hole and her fingers in the other.

This was so different to class. It seemed unnecessary to try to earn marks here. Amanda allowed herself to relax and rest fully onto the desktop. It seemed so long ago when she had thought these activities would be dirty and disgusting. That tongue felt heavenly and the fingering in her cunt was going to make her delirious. She closed her eyes and enjoyed every stroke as her cunt gushed juices all over the fingers of her instructor.

“You had better lick her too, Stuart. Tell me if you think her little poop chute withstood the rigours of this week. Do you think she can take a little more inspection?”

The young woman was stunned and excited. Both instructors were going to use her holes. She was complying so readily. She was being ordered to comply and that was why she felt such excitement. Being locked in the office, forced over the desk and giving her holes to them beat any orgasm Amanda could give herself.

Stuart’s larger tongue went deeper, probed her harder. That was a tongue fuck, Amanda knew. She was dangerously close to her climax. Her heavy panting surely would give her away. Public orgasms were no longer a barrier for her. She felt cunt begin to spasm around the Mistresses’ fingers.

Stuart lifted his head and pronounced himself satisfied. “I think her anus has coped very well this week. I would say you can continue with the rest of your inspection.”

The older woman got in behind Amanda again. She jammed her fingers hard into Amanda’s cunt. Again she whispered into the ear of her pupil. “Just relax now. I am going to make you cum. Don’t be afraid. These old offices are practically sound-proof.”

Candace curled her fingers down so she was touching Amanda just underneath her pubic bone. That was a new experience for Amanda and her loud groan was an involuntary response. It was so easy to give herself to the instructors when they seemed to know her body so well.

A moment later everything seemed to explode. The Mistress was flicking one finger over Amanda’s hard clit. Her tongue was lapping gently on her tiny brown hole. At the same time Candace began to jab those two fingers into Amanda’s soaking hole.

The first orgasm leapt through Amanda’s body. She just couldn’t stop it. The Mistress was really pounding into her cunt now. Without warning, the finger on her clit was removed and Amanda felt that familiar pressure at her anus. She tensed and then realised she had to relax. Too late, Mistress Candace pressed a long finger through Amanda’s anus and into her sweet, young rectum.

Amanda couldn’t understand it but the second intrusion made her entire body react. Her second orgasm drove through her as the female instructor stroked both her holes. Just weeks earlier her bottom had been virgin territory. Now she was holding still while an older woman thrust what felt like two digits deep into her rectum. Amanda realised that the sudden invasion hurt her a little and yet it seemed actually to heighten the pleasure.

She was most pleased about that because it meant she was able to to comply with Mistress Candace’s demands. How grateful she was for the special “anal” class. Her body felt so full. The twin fingering of her holes was providing sensations she’d never experienced before.

Amanda could hear herself crying out at each thrust, moaning incoherently as the first orgasm was followed immediately by the next and then another. She had never realised that her body could do such a thing. Now she understood the meaning of “multi-orgasmic”. Amanda somehow sensed it was wrong to allow the instructor to take advantage of her in this way. Yet she felt a strong need to give herself to Candace. if it felt like this then she never wanted Candace to stop.

The Mistress kept up her attack on the young woman. Her fingers went harder and faster. Those cries of pleasure sounded like the barking of a small animal. Candace told herself that this one really görükle escort bayan was a find, one of the rare ones. She gave Stuart a grin of filthy pleasure a she felt the spasms of the young cunt around her fingers and the heat as the student’s anus opened in response to the assault. Candace didn’t stop working on the young woman until she was sure that the flood of pleasure had passed.

No sooner did she withdraw her fingers from the panting student than Candace was on the desk next to her. She pulled her own skirt up high to expose her shapely bottom. Candace was a little older than some of the female instructors but she had always stuck to the routine of exercise and taking care of herself. Her holes were instantly exposed as well because the staff followed the same rule of “no underpants”.

Amanda needed more time to recover herself after the massive release she’d just experienced. She didn’t get it. “Do me now. Get down and make me ready,” ordered Candace.

The student almost collapsed as she got on her knees behind her instructor. Such was the shock of her explosive climax that she found it hard to control her movements. Still feeling unsteady, Amanda grabbed the Mistresses’ bum and pulled her cheeks wide. She was surprised to see cunt lips that were swollen with arousal and shining with juices.

Amanda tried gallantly to perform her task. She kept one hand on the older woman’s butt, as much to support herself. The best way to thank Candace for her wonderful orgasms was to do her best to give pleasure in return. Amanda forced two fingers into the waiting cunthole. She used the tip of her tongue to tease the Mistress’ anus.

“Yes, yes…” the instructor was gasping. “Slower… push harder… give me that tongue you little bitch.”

Amanda was still shocked by the language the instructors used when they were receiving sexual pleasure. This time, however, when Candace called her “little bitch” again, Amanda tried to jam her tongue as far as she could inside the older woman’s hole. She found that the taste was a little more acrid and decided that meant she was tongue fucking properly.

She was just getting into her stride when there was a hand on her shoulder. It was Stuart and the next thing Amanda realised was that his cock was erect, huge and pointing almost straight at the ceiling.

Trying to please, wanting to obey, feeling a little afraid, Amanda tried to get out of the way and ended up tumbling to the floor. Her eyes never left the male instructor’s weapon.

“You did a really good job,” said the naked male to her with a soft smile. “Now just watch closely while I get to finish this off.”

He drove two fingers of his right hand right into the woman’s anal opening. Amanda knew that would have hurt her hole. It looked brutal and Candace threw back her head and cried out, “oh jesus, Stuart… yes!” Clearly Stuart was trying to stretch the anus, prepping the Mistress to receive his cock. It looked much rougher than Amanda would ever hope for and yet the older woman was responding in a way that betrayed her pleasure and her lust for more.

After a few cursory thrusts with his fingers, Stuart placed one hand around his shaft and the other on Candace’s waist. “Oh, fuck me you filthy shit,” she called out. Amanda thought that her voice sounded almost desperate.

“Open up for me,” he urged. “Open up for me and I’ll give you every inch.”

It was exciting for Amanda to see the female instructor follow orders. She watched as Candace grabbed her arse cheeks and, just as she had made Amanda do, pulled herself wide. The older woman, Amanda’s instructor, looked so enticing as her holes sat in the bright light, just waiting.

Stuart stepped forward and aimed his cock straight at the wet cunt. His tool looked even better than it had in class – big, hard, pointing high, great purple veins running along its length. Amanda looked on with wide eyes as the male instructor used his cock to pierce Candace. She couldn’t see everything but she saw his cock begin to disappear inside the Mistress’ body. Amanda licked her lips, wishing it was her cunt that he was using.

She watched the way he fucked, the way his hips moved and his huge prong slammed into the instructor’s cunt. Amanda wondered if fucking needed to be so violent all the time. There was no doubt that Mistress Candace was enjoying it. Her grunts and groans sounded as if she was in pain but Amanda knew enough to understand that Candace was enjoying every single thrust.

“Fuck me, you dirty bastard,” she ordered him. “Do me properly.”

Stuart was smiling but Amada could see the way his face was distorted, too. A man could really enjoy having his own cock buried inside a willing woman. Amanda wanted so badly for it to be her cunt wrapped around Stuart’s cock. To give pleasure to cocks in that way was her future role.

The male instructor pulled his cock out of Candace’s cunt right then. He wasted no time before pressing bursa escort the big head of his shaft against the pulsing anus. Amanda got ready to watch a real cock invade the rectum of her instructor

“Yes, get your cock into me you fuck,” she panted urgently. “Screw my dirty hole.” Amanda saw how the licking and the fingering had allowed Candace to accept penetration so quickly. She also saw how Candace was able to make he anus open slightly, no doubt pushing out as she’d taught her students.

Stuart shoved the head of his cock straight into the waiting hole. He used his weight to maintain a constant pressure against the sphincter muscles. He was going in whether Candace was ready or not. Amanda could see the way the little hole expanded to fit the bulk of that hard cock. She saw how Stuart used one continuous thrust, the only lube being the student’s saliva and the woman’s own cunt juices smeared over his shaft. The thick shaft began to disappear inside the delicate anal opening.

The Mistress groaned like a wounded beast. Despite her entire body seeming to tense up, she had some way of keeping her backdoor soft and loose for the invader.

Amanda was still on her knees, close and seeing how Stuart forced all the way into the Mistress’ bumhole. She saw the way the older woman’s anus stretched around the large, hard cock. She was close enough to smell Candace’s cunt and the slightly earthy scent of her open backdoor. Amanda knew in time she’d become accustomed to the smells of anal sex.

Amazed, Amanda watched as Stuart straight away began to fuck the well-rounded arse in front of him. She winced at the thought of how that big cock would have caused her a burning pain. Yet, Candace’s rectum seemed to relax and loosen in front of her eyes. Stuart seemed to have known it would and he simply increased the force of his thrusting.

The fucking was not brutal but Amanda watched as each stroke went long and deep in the Mistresses’ anal cavity. She wondered if her anus would ever be able to accept a humping like that. There was relief when she saw Candace reach down to finger her clit. Even a more experienced woman could rely on that technique to increase her pleasure from bumfucking.

“Oh fuck,” called out Candace. “Yeah, do it, do it.” Stuart seemed to increase the power of his thrusting and Candace let out another animal noise. The instructor reached both hands out and gripped the far edge of the desk. Amanda saw that she was bracing herself, preparing for Stuart to shove himself hard into her rectum. The sounds of their flesh slapping together were so loud in that small room. Amanda wanted to help by rubbing on Mistress Candace’s clit but she dared not out her hand so close to a cock – not yet.

Amanda saw a wet film on Stuart’s shaft. She saw, just as the instructors had assured the students, that even the content’s of a woman’s arse will lubricate the man’s cock.

“Fuck me, fuck me. Don’t stop,” panted Candace as she threw her head back. Amanda saw the other woman tighten her grip on the desk as Stuart actually slowed his thrusting into her back passage. He was making sure Candace felt every little bit of his cock as it filled and reamed her “poop chute”.

Amanda had thought it nonsense to suggest a woman could orgasm from anal sex. Yet, Candace was providing the evidence in front of her own eyes. She was making almost continuous sounds as Stuart relentlessly humped her back passage. Amanda felt sure she would ever learn that particular skill.

Even when the Mistress dropped her head to the desktop and her noises abated, Stuart kept right on humping her arse. Amanda saw the older woman’s body relax as her orgasm receded but still Stuart was fucking her in her behind.

“Give me your cum,” panted Candace breathlessly. “Pump that cum in there you dirty bastard.” Stuart did just as she asked, ramming his shaft deep into her hole until Amanda could see that he, too, was cumming and she imagined his white cum flooding into the bowels of her instructor. Stuart was quiet as he exploded inside there but Amanda watched his face and she was certain he had, indeed, experienced the ultimate sexual pleasure.

“You see my dear?’ muttered Candace as she relaxed onto the top of the desk. “An anal fuck can come in handy at almost any time. When the clit gets sensitive from a regular climax it can interrupt further pleasure. But your anus can always be available.” Amanda noted that Candace’s anus showed a small opening even after Stuart’s cock had been withdrawn. She saw, too, how his cum was beginning to ooze out of that well fucked hole.

Amanda had seen anal sex on the web before. Having watched Stuart fuck and cum inside Candace’s arsehole, she was now determined that she would master this art for herself. Her strongest wish was that one day she would give the same pleasure to her Dominant.

As everyone got dressed, Amanda’s head was once more full of questions. This was the second time in a week that the young student had been taken aside by an instructor who used her sexually. This time it had been two instructors. Amanda had confirmed with Rose that such activity was forbidden by Hanson House. She had enjoyed these acts more than she could describe but she had been left confused.

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