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Michael was desperate. But at least he had the money to actually do something about it.

At first it had been fun having the biggest dick in the locker room. It had been fun when all the sorority girls tried to climb him in college. It hadn’t been so much fun when he liked girls but they were either in pain or wouldn’t want to have sex with him more than once, at least not like he liked to have sex and especially since he liked sex. A lot. Often. For a moment, a crazy moment, he considered going into porn.

But going into porn when he had his economics and business degree would have felt like a waste. So instead he took over a Fortune 500 company and made all the money in the world.

When he turned 40, the money got old. He wanted a family. He wanted a wife and plenty of children.

He was an intensely sexual man so he thought about doing dating the opposite way — finding someone who could take his cock (and enjoy it) before the actual dating.

Thankfully, there was a sexual revolution happening and more women than ever were online, showing what they were able to do with their bodies. They were also incredibly accessible. OnlyFans had been a treat. He thought he’d hit the jackpot when dating some of the OnlyFans actresses that thrived on big dicks, or big other things — seriously the things he’d seen inserted, from bed posts to fantasy dragon dicks… It had been fun. For a while. The sex had been excellent and most of the women interesting. But it only needed to happen once that he was out with one of them and someone had recognized her, that had given him a wakeup call.

He realized he just wasn’t evolved enough to deal with a significant other of his being naked on the internet for everyone to see, even if it was in the past. He didn’t care about how many partners someone had had. 9 times out of 10, the sex was much better with a woman who had a colorful sexual history. They knew what they wanted, they were more open about telling him what they wanted and were usually more up for trying new things.

It was a drunk night at a dive bar where he met Charlie who told him about his idea for his PhD and he had the idea.

He had told Charlie of his plight and after laughing his ass off, the PhD student had asked for proof and after a drunk trip to the bathroom Charlie had been quiet and started thinking. It was Charlie who then found Dr. Jenna. Who had just gotten divorced from her freeloader husband who had taken pretty much all her money and if there was one thing he had, it was money.

Dr. Jenna kept them aboveboard. Sort of. She was in but only if there was real research being done as well. If the study on its face went through an ethics review and passed.

And eventually she was ok with all of it, especially those additional things she had to do. For the slightly mind-altering drugs, the fertility drugs and the muscle relaxers that were definitely not part of the study proposal that had been submitted to the university’s ethics board. And of course, to counteract any contraceptive. He had been waiting long enough. He wanted a woman pregnant and locked down.

If anyone was ever to look into it further, there would be questions asked but he’d given both money via an account in the Bahamas that were theirs that the IRS would never find out about and he weirdly enough liked both enough that he didn’t think there’d be any negative results. Otherwise, he’d had enough opposition research done on them both he could bury them should one of them decide on any blackmail at any point.

So he’d funded their research via an anonymous endowment. The study took a year to set up and it had been months before he’d ever gotten a call with a potential. He’d nearly forgotten all about it.

Sophia was the first one they’d called about. He’d seen her body on the video in HD. Her naked breasts were slightly large for her small frame but that was certainly not something to complain about. Her cunt was hairless and looking petite from the outside, he still didn’t quite believe she had been able to take the inflatable vibrator to its biggest inflation setting. The psychological profile she’d shared in the intake form and via the interviews had already been evaluated by a professional as well…she was intelligent, beautiful, young enough to still be impressionable and to have many children, sexual, kind, open and so, so lost. She was perfect.

He knew it was probably too early to have her contraceptive removed but if this worked and they had chemistry on top of everything else, she was it and he was sick and tired of waiting.

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“I hope you’re feeling better, I’m unsure about leaving you alone…”

Standing at the bar waiting for her table to be ready, Sophia did indeed feel much better after the slight wooziness she’d experienced at their office, “Sure, this is such a treat, it’s amazing in here and I saw the prices…”. It had gorukle escort probably just been the excitement and anxiety of participating in the trial and then having it over and done with that had made her feel so faint. She didn’t know she’d received a drug cocktail of a muscle relaxer, fertility drug and desire enhancing drug.

Dr. Jenna laughed, “Just get whatever you want, the bill goes straight to us, so treat yourself, Sophia.”

“Oh, I definitely will,” she smiled, waving bye to Dr. Jenna and looking forward to her dinner at this fancy place.

The waiter came over, “Your table is ready, ma’am.” Sophia nearly laughed out loud at being called, ‘ma’am’, and started following him to her table when she overheard the conversation at the bar where she had been waiting.

“I’m so sorry, sir, we don’t have any free tables for at least the next 30 minutes. But of course, I’m very happy to have something sent up to your room.”

“Damn. Ah no, don’t worry it’s fine.”

Sophia looked over and saw one of the most attractive men she’d ever seen. He was tall, about 6’4, dark tousled hair swept in layers back in an expensive hairstyle, some greys giving him unfair extra style. She could see some crinkles around his eyes which made her think he smiled a lot. Before she knew what she was doing, she cleared her throat.

“Excuse me?”

It took another ‘excuse me’ before the man realized she was talking to him, he just raised one eyebrow.

“Unsure if you wanted to be alone but I have a seat at my table, if you wanted to join me?”

He gave her a quick up and down which made her feel hot and horny and smiled at her gently, “I’d love to.”

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She knew it was stupid.

And yet, she still found herself following him to his hotel room.

She’d met him less than two hours ago. She wasn’t a total idiot and she’d googled him when she went to the bathroom. The photo matched him. There were no obvious scandals that she could quickly find, just lots of society images with different women on his arm at events alongside some news about mergers and hedge funds. He was with gorgeous women in those pictures but that wasn’t a crime. They weren’t all model types, he had a true variety of women on his arm, so it didn’t seem like he had a type. Even their ages were varied. The only thing in common was they were all gorgeous in their own way. Some more classically beautiful than others but all were attractive. Then again, so was he.

She also found out that he was 41, which gave her pause, certainly the oldest she’d ever gone for but he obviously took good care of himself. He was a foot taller than her and muscled, but not in a gym-bro type of way but in an ‘I go running and swimming and take care of myself’ way rather than anything else.

So when he invited her up to his room, his eyes intense, she pretty immediately said yes. She was just so horny (not knowing it was to some degree the effects of the drugs given by Dr. Jenna that made her more receptive and turned on). She didn’t know why she was so hot for it. For him. Sure, he was attractive, but it just felt like she couldn’t think clearly enough. She felt like she was in a haze.

He was also great fun and charming and absolutely delightful and irreverent.

The elevator told of things to come. They were alone in it and it seemed neither was bothered about the cameras in there as he crowded her towards one of the elevator’s walls after pressing a button.

He went straight for it. For a moment she was absolutely overwhelmed and for a moment she didn’t know what to do, because he went straight for a kiss, his tongue invading her mouth deeply from the first touch and it was so all-consuming for a moment she didn’t know how to respond. But she quickly went with the program, opening her mouth more fully to allow his tongue more room, filthily giving him her tongue in return to do with what he wanted and letting him plumb her mouth. One of his arms was around her middle, slightly lifting her up so he didn’t have such a steep way to lean down and still be in full body contact with her, while the other was palming and squeezing her ass.

She could feel his whole body. She was basically humping against his middle and could feel a very healthy bulge, which made her pussy quiver. Oh good, he was well endowed.

When the doors of the elevator opened, she startled at the noise and lifted her lips from his.

He took in a ragged breath before stepping back, taking her hand and pulling her out of the elevator.

His room was big, it was more of a suite really, but she didn’t expect anything else after having listened to his life and job. He was rich. While he hadn’t said it in so many words, she knew he was CEO of some big company, and he had actual photos of him at galas online, which all but confirmed he was probably filthy rich.

She didn’t get a good look at his room though, just that the curtains of the big windows in his bedroom were open to give them plenty of light from the light pollution of the city.

He bursa görükle escort was quick to get them naked. She knew he was probably going to be a good fuck but the quickness with which he got her undressed all but confirmed it, which made her even hotter and she gasped as he pushed her back onto the bed, already naked, while he quickly took off his pants (his button-down shirt having been discarded before they ever made it to the bed), pulling down his briefs as he mounted over her, his muscled arms bracing him as he pulled apart her legs.

She just wanted him inside, like right now, but she had just enough clarity of mind to croak, “Condom.”

She’d never had sex without one and despite how hot he was she wasn’t going to start now. She knew she’d just gotten a clean bill of sexual health but always better to be safe than sorry.

“Fuck, damn, sure, sure.”

He left the bed to go through his suitcase, coming back with a condom and a little packet that looked like those little ketchup packets. She knew it was lube and soon she saw the reason why.

She’d felt him as she rubbed against him. She’d known he was hung and longed for it but seeing it in real life she felt her cunt spasm around nothing before starting to cream more. He was huge. He wasn’t just huge, he was porn huge. Her breathing picked up.

“Where do you hide that?!”

He laughed, coming over her again, throwing the condom and the lube her way.

“You were making me too hot, I nearly forgot.”

“What? That your dick gives new definition to big dick energy? Which by the way you definitely have in spades.”

He just laughed and came over her again. He kneeled on the bed and pulled her legs over his thighs in a diamond shape. She saw how much thicker his hairy thighs were. It made her even hotter and she shivered. Especially as she saw he had no pubic hair. She didn’t either so their genitals, bare, just looked so hot together, it felt nearly obscene. There was nothing to hide.

“Here put it on me.”

She lifted her upper body with core strength, keeping her legs over his thighs, it opened her vagina and she could feel her pelvis shift as she felt air caress her wet and juicy opening.

She grasped his fat cock. “Fuck,” she gasped at feeling the hard, thick heft of him.

He lifted her chin with a finger and leaned forward to kiss her, his tongue playing with hers deeply, languidly, while she rubbed his hot, hard cock. Getting familiar with him.

“Get on with it, princess,” he said, breaking their kiss.

“Hey, you distracted me.”

But he didn’t say anything else and she got on with opening the condom, quickly glancing and being able to make out the ‘XL — wide fit’ on the packet.

As she rolled it over his cock she could feel him again, his girth. She took a deep breath, for the first time having actual second thoughts. She’d never had a cock of his size. She’d never had anything of his size inside her. Not even her biggest dildo, the one she used on lazy Sunday afternoons, when she made herself come with a vibrator first, before introducing the big dildo, when she was all gooey to take it in.

As she finished rolling the condom over him, he started to finger her, having opened the lube to help his efforts along.

She didn’t complain at how harshly he fingered her with his lube-coated fingers. She knew she was going to need it especially as he started her out on two of his broad digits. She felt a slight dull pain deep inside her channel but for some reason, it elevated her pleasure and she humped her pelvis against his fingers in wild abandon and when he inserted a third one she panted and keened at the feeling, her body temperature going up and she could feel sweat starting to pearl on her sides. She was fucking against three of his fingers while his thumb brushed over her clit again and again. And again.

Just as she was going to come, her body going tight, he pulled out his fingers.

“No!” she cried and tried to follow his fingers with her pelvis, trying to grab for his hand.

“I want you coming around my cock,” he growled over her.

He leaned down to give her a filthy kiss, before turning them around so she was on top, straddling his middle.

She looked down at his attractive body, all man. He was burlier/more muscled than she’d anticipated in his finely tailored suit. She definitely appreciated his manliness.

Sophia caressed a hand down his hairy chest, feeling his broadness, his power. God was he sexy.

He grabbed her hips and gave them a squeeze before he gripped her and lifted her slightly. “Up you go.”

She liked riding cock, but she had an awkward moment when lifting to her knees and grabbed between her legs for his cock and he was too big to easily place between the lips of her cunt but eventually she managed to get up over him by leaning further to her right, so his cock head nestled in her cunt folds.

The circumcised head was actually beautifully shaped, like an arrow so when she once again lowered her second leg, his head started to slip into her cunt wonderfully. But he had a little notch just beyond his head before he became immediately and significantly thicker nearly like a fat coke can. She tried lowering herself further but her pussy just wouldn’t accept him. Before becoming discouraged, she went back up before lowering herself again, trying to have gravity and her collected juices help her and was barely able to take more of him. She definitely felt the stretch.

She looked down and saw him looking at her intensely. For a moment, she nearly cried. It felt like she was disappointing him. She wanted to take him deeper, her body screamed at her to take him deeper but she was seemingly too light to let her weight force herself down on his cock and he was too thick for her pussy to spread apart like this. She just wanted him inside. She needed him inside. She needed to feel all of him.

“Will you help me?” she brought out desperately.

“Of course, princess.”

His hands on her hips became firmer, and he pulled firmly while he also snapped his pelvis up.

She arched her back, her head thrown back as he pulled her on himself deeper and started to feel his cock inside her more deeply.

“Take me as deep as you want.” He said, pulling her down with a firm hold on her hips.

“I want to take all of you,” she wheezed, knowing it would wreck her pussy.

“Move for me, princess.”

She started to swivel her hips more, which made it somewhat easier to take his cock. She felt pain, she felt the stretch and it was just too much. As she moved and took him deeper, she felt things she’d never felt during sex. His cock was prying apart her channel, like nothing ever had. She could feel her cunt being completely overwhelmed. It tried to spasm and clench around him but he was too big, it was too overwhelming for her muscles to clutch him effectively. With every swivel, with every pumping motion, she took him deeper. He forced her deeper onto his cock. Somehow. She didn’t know where she put it all.

It was like a religious experience when she finally took him to her very depths after what felt like hours but was probably more like 15 minutes. A shiver went through her whole body and it felt like her pussy cramped as he pushed against the very end of her. She bent over. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. It was painful. But she could finally feel him all inside her. She put a hand over her lower stomach and she would swear she could feel him in there, under her cupped hand. She opened her eyes as she felt a hand over her own on her stomach and looked down at his intense eyes.

He took her hand away from her stomach and also took her other one to pull her slightly forward.

“My god, you took me all. You’re so beautiful, full of my cock. Come on then, move for me.”

She looked at his eyes. She’d never seen anyone with such an intense stare devote it all to her. Someone so confident. She’d never felt so fully seen, like she was everything, the center of his world. And his only wish was for her to move, full of his cock.

She used his hands as a counterweight to help her move her body.

It didn’t get easier. She wasn’t able to take him to her end again until he let go of her hands to take charge of her hips again and at the same time he moved his hips against her and she could feel everything. She looked down and saw herself take his cock to the very fucking root again. Her bare cunt to his hairless cock and she could see everything. Even the end of the condom. For a moment, she nearly wished that it was gone and she could see only him and her, connected so deeply.

He fucked into her and she had to brace herself on his abs. Every time he fucked into her end, she felt spasming pain but it made her cunt squeeze him hard every single time, tightening up her channel as best it could and she could feel him everywhere. She could also hear it, the obscene squelching, the suction. Her desperate gasps. Her whole body shivered.

His thrusts became more uneven and harder and that told her, if nothing else, this was coming to a close.

She leaned back, her arms bracing on his thick muscled thighs and she swiveled her hips in every direction and when his thumb came back to her clit, on her next swivel, she came so hard, so painfully, so convulsively, her arms spasmed and she nearly fell back if he hadn’t come right then and took a hard grip of her hips to stabilize and force her deeply and fully onto his middle, to push her onto his cock to her very depths, which gave her an even harder orgasm at the pressure and it felt as if her very insides convulsed.

It took a good long while before she caught her breath and she felt ok enough to get off him. He had continued petting her, letting his hands slide over her body, every bit he could reach. A distracted squeeze here and there but mostly to calm her down.

Eventually, she slid to the side and her pussy nearly squeezed off the condom, as it still had such a tight grip on his cock but she quickly took hold of it so it didn’t slide off him. Once she was fully off, her cunt felt lonely and so empty, she nearly wanted him back inside her. She knew her pussy would never be the same. She’d forever compare every cock she took in her life against his.

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This story has coerced bi, femdom, mmf themes. Not your thing, move along. Otherwise, get ready to cum…

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After yoga class, I headed out of the front door and a text appeared on my phone a few minutes later.

Suck His Dick if you want to touch my tits…

It was from an unkown number. My dick immedately got hard. I tucked it up in my waistline to disguise it in public. I read the text again.

Suck His Dick if you want to touch my tits…

I walked home and repeated it out loud to myself. I was so hard. I began touching myself lightly. Stroking gently, but not enough to get close to orgasm.

My mind raced trying to think of who could have sent that. I had an ex who had an MMF fantasy. She wouldn’t have texted me as we had a pretty emotional breakup. I searched online for the phone number and nothing appeared. The area code was local, so I would have to cast a wide net in my sleuthing.

I read it again as I rubbed my cock. Thinking of it happening in real life. The first fantasy was a dominatrix in stilettos. She had me on my knees next to her other slave and she said the words:

Suck His Dick if you want to touch my tits.

I pictured her tits and his dick as I jerked ferociously and came all over myself.

I went to sleep dreaming of the domme and her slave. I woke up in the morning and didn’t have any new texts. I got myself up and ready and went to yoga class again. The stuido was doing a challenge to take 21 classes in 21 days. It was day 14 and I was going strong and feeling great. Class ended and I checked my phone messages.

Nothing.

I went to work and halfway through my shift, a text appeared.

I bursa escort started to read it in public and almost dropped my phone. My cock started to get hard and I had to excuse myself to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet in a stall and read the text message.

Suck His Dick and I’ll smother you with my tits…

I thought of my ex again. She had 34C breasts and loved to flaunt them. She was the one with the MMF fantasy, but she also had a cuckold kink.

I started stroking and thinking of her with her lover. His dick in my mouth and her breasts waiting for his cum. Her sweet words.

“Now clean it up” she would say when we role played.

The thought had me exploding in my hand.

I cleaned up and went back to work like nothing happened.

I went home and searched that phrase. Nothing came up. I went to sleep thinking of my ex girlfriend and her lover.

The next day was the same routine. At the end of work on my way home, I got another text:

Suck His Dick between my tits.

WTF. Who was this? Why is this mystery person making me so hard and crazy. My cock was throbbing. I thought of a female friend who I’ve know for years. She has amazing DD tits and is always posting thirst traps online. I’ve jerked off to her breasts countless times over the years. She’s now married. I found a a photo of them together at the beach. Her in a bikini and him in his bathing suit. I started cranking and whispered to myself quietly, “Suck His Dick between my tits.”

I went back to my texts and replied,

“yes pls” with a heart eyes emoji

I came all over myself and went to sleep.

The next bursa eskort morning was much the same but as I was walking into yoga class, I looked at my phone to show the front desk the registration code, a text popped onto my screen.

Suck My Dick if you want to touch her tits.

It was from the same number. I was confused, but also aroused. My heart started to race. I looked up and looking me in the eyes sternly was a guy from class. Saml. He was a few inches taller than me and incredibly lean in a male underwear model type of way. His gaze went to the bulletin board. On it was a flyer that I hung earlier that week for my landscaping business. My phone number was listed at the bottom.

His eyes then went to my obvious erection. I looked down and looked him in the eyes again. He looked down at his cock and then over at his best friend. Natalia was across the room. Her deep dark eyes and 36D breasts had me mesmorized. She looked me deep in the eyes and down at her tits.

I gulped and nodded my head.

They both entered the studio and I finished checking in. I took a space in the back row, which I was hoping would conceal any potential erections. It ended up being behind them making it even hard to stay focused. Was this who sent me the text? It had to be.

The class was painfully long, but it eventually ended. They were the first to leave the class and I took my time, being the last one.

I checked my phone and there was a text with an address for an apartment. It was just a few blocks away. No other words.

I went to the building and rang the buzzer. Upon entering, I took the elevator 8 floors and knocked on door 823. My heart was racing. My cock was rock solid and the door opened with Saml and Natalia from yoga standing there looking at me. They were best friends. Him a gay dancer. Her a single attorney. I was familiar with them, but didn’t really know them. We would smile and say hi in public, but that was the extent of it. She was wearing a tight pleather dress that revealed almost no skin above the knees.

He was wearing only boxer briefs.

Suck His Dick if you want to touch my tits.

She said it. I looked at her. She smiled. Her dark eyes conquered me.

I dropped to my knees. He pulled his underwear down and his large cock popped out. It wasn’t fully hard, but it was already massive. I put his cock in my mouth. I sucked, I bobbed. I licked and sucked more. I felt it grow in my mouth. This was the first time I ever had a cock in my mouth. It was warm, throbbing and attached to this greek god. She was voicing words of encouragement.

“Such a good cock sucker” and “good boy. service him.”

He grabbed my head with his hands and pulled my face deeper. I was gagging. I felt a hand on my right hand. It moved my hand onto vinyl or pleather in the shape of a breast. I thrust my body forward and he came deep in my throat. I gagged. She held my hand on her tit with her hand until the cock came out of my throat and mouth.

“Good boy,” she said. Now go on with your day and think about us.

I put my clothes on and left the apartment. I went to work and was hard the entire time. I couldn’t think of anything all day except for her tits and his cock.

As I was leaving work, my phone buzzed with another text from them.

Come back again at 8 PM. Bring a change of clothes and your toothbrush.

This is escalating fast, I thought.

I went home, showered, packed my bag and went to the apartment.

To be continuted…

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For the first time in weeks, Lauren slept all through the night, not dreaming, and barely even stirring. Ever since she had started her unexplained growth spurt, her sleep had been plagued by disquieting dreams and frequent wakings, punctuated at the end by often-painful incidents when she would accidentally break a lamp or crack a wall with her flailing limbs. She had eventually been forced to curl up on the hardwood floor of her cramped apartment, since her bed had been reduced to a splintered heap as a result of her nighttime thrashing.

But her first night at Reus had been beautifully uneventful. Perhaps it was just because she was so exhausted from the dizzying events of the previous day, but Lauren slept so hard that, when she finally woke up, her body had barely budged from the position it had been in when she fell asleep. The bright sun was streaming in through the blinds of her bedroom, communicating to Lauren that it had already been morning for some time. She yawned and stretched her limbs, delighting once again in how much space she had on this gigantic mattress. What had Jennifer said the day before? About the Lavender Compound originally being built for people even taller than she was!?

’16’8,’ thought Lauren, staring up at the high ceiling, ‘That’s how tall Jennifer is…and even still, in some ways, she’s still too small for this cabin…that’s what she had implied, anyway.’

Lauren’s mind quickly jumped to Michelle, and Lauren found herself already getting a bit nervous — and excited — about the prospect of further interactions with her 14’1 roommate.

‘I’ve gotta just play it cool,’ she thought, turning on her side and enjoying how the soft mattress easily supported her weight, ‘She’s so hot…heh, and I’m pretty sure I already have a little crush on her…but I can’t be moving that fast. I just got here, for godsakes! If anything eventually sparks up between us, then…so be it. But I’m not gonna be making the first move — god no. Not at least until I get settled in here, and maybe, I don’t know…get bigger or something.’

She looked down the bed and shook her feet until they were free of the warm, soft down comforter. Blinking at her toes, which were streaked by the morning sun, Lauren wiggled them. To her brain, they still looked so far away. She hadn’t been growing for more than a couple months, and even though she had largely forgotten what it was like to be “normal-sized,” that didn’t mean that she had gotten used to how big she had grown.

’10’2,’ Lauren thought, still wiggling her toes in the sunlight, ‘I’m 10’2…and until yesterday I thought I was the biggest, tallest person in the entire world…heh, boy was I wrong.’

Just then, the sound of something clattering off in the kitchen made Lauren start up in bed. The sound was quickly followed by a muffled, exasperated exclamation which sounded something like “Shitballs!” Lauren grinned to herself, finding the sudden noise, the brief pause, and the vulgar but unique curse word to be a humorous sequence. Michelle…there was no doubt who it was. Lauren could already picture what had happened — Michelle had probably been trying to overextend herself, like reaching for something she couldn’t quite reach, and then it had fallen down, or she had slipped, or something or other like that. And now she could hear Jennifer giving it to her, and Michelle dishing it right back. Lauren suddenly had the urge to be out there, to be a part of their shenanigans…to join in. She still had some residual nerves from the previous day, but her good night’s sleep had fortified her nicely.

‘Plus I’m starving!’ she thought, and, with a quick flourish, she threw off her comforter…or, at least, she tried to throw it off. It took a few good kicks for Lauren to get her body free, since the comforter itself had been made for someone who was 16-18 feet, not someone who was “only” 10 feet.

‘Ugh, there! Finally!’ Lauren thought when she had at last gotten free, and she swung her legs around to the end of the bed and was about to step off when she remembered just how high up she was — the floor was a long, long way down, and Lauren forced out a little laugh to herself, recalling how, the previous night, in the midst of getting into bed, she had realized that her bed was actually stationed a bit higher than she was tall.

“Huh…that was…almost bad,” Lauren muttered to herself, shaking her head at the thought of faceplanting on her bedroom floor the first morning she woke up in Reus. Reminding herself to be a bit more careful, Lauren turned around and gingerly climbed backwards out of her bed, having to perform a little hop at the end to get down once she had reached full extension. She was only wearing an oversized t-shirt, the smallest available, that went all the way down to the middle of her thighs. Still, though, even though her private area was covered, Lauren figured she should still wrap a hand towel around her waist, for modesty’s sake.

‘I’m not trying to be that easygoing bursa escort up in here,’ she thought, standing on her tiptoes to reach for one of the “hand towels” on her dresser. She ended up having to jump a few times to yank one of them down, and once she did, her head and upper body were covered up by the expanding fabric. The “hand towel,” from Lauren’s perspective, was easily as big as a normal towel, and she tied it around her waist, feeling that same, familiar ping of arousal in between her legs. Her size fetish…it was awakened by this kind of stuff…the sensation of wrapping a “hand towel” around her waist…just being in this massive bedroom, where everything around her was far, far too big, fashioned with an 18-foot-tall person in mind.

‘Okay, Lauren,’ she breathed to herself, ‘Gotta chill…remember, just play it cool…’

And, taking a deep breath as her heart fluttered in her chest, she reached up to the doorknob (the same height as her head), turned it, and, with some effort, pushed open her bedroom door. Lauren could tell that the hallway was designed to be traversed in a few quick steps, but, because of her “short” steps, it took her a good fifteen strides before she emerged out of the hallway and into the main living space area of the Lavender Compound. Looking to her left at the kitchen, Lauren saw the huge, crouched form of Michelle, dressed in a tight black crop top and a pair of skinny jeans, bending down with her back to the hallway. She appeared to be cleaning something up off the floor…it looked like milk. Lauren felt her heart give another little jump, and she looked away from the huge, tight, heart-shaped mass of Michelle’s ass. Jennifer was sitting in an armchair in the living room, dressed like Michelle except with a bit more modest button-up violet blouse instead of a crop top. Her legs were crossed in front of her, with her bare right foot dangling about chest-high to Lauren; she was reading the newspaper, a quaint, old-timey kind of thing to do that somehow fit her personality. Lauren couldn’t see her face — only the top of her head and the outpouring of her long black hair — but she could tell that, despite Jennifer’s imposing height, the armchair she was sitting in looked a bit too big for her, despite her enormous size. There was still plenty of room in the cushioned seat on either side of her body, and the top of the chair rose up a good foot beyond the top of her head. Lauren once again was reminded of how gigantic the whole expanse of the Lavender Compound living area actually seemed. Her bedroom ceiling had been high enough, but the ceilings of the main space had to be at least 25 feet tall.

For several awkward moments, Lauren just stood there in her oversized t-shirt and hand towel, not really knowing how to announce her presence. She felt so small and out-of-place already in this cozy domestic scene that she very nearly turned back toward the hallway, to escape back to the safety of her bedroom. But then, right when she was about to do this, Michelle tossed a huge wad of milk-soaked paper towels into the garbage can on the other side of the kitchen, making a loud plopping noise.

“Jesus, what are you up to now!?” Jennifer exclaimed, dropping her paper down below her eyes as she cast a reproaching eye towards the kitchen. In doing so, she caught sight of Lauren standing there.

“Oh, Lauren!” she announced pleasantly, in quite a different voice. “You’re up!”

Michelle whirled around in her crouching position, her short-cropped blond hair getting briefly in her face before she quickly brushed it aside, revealing her gorgeous, wide, green eyes. She looked excited to see Lauren, though a bit red-faced and discombobulated from the mess she had been cleaning up.

“Hiya!” Michelle cried, grinning up at Lauren from her crouch. Even in this position, the top of her head came all the way up to Michelle’s neck. “Just…uh…ignore the mess on the floor, I’ve almost cleaned it up…”

“Had a good sleep?” Jennifer asked, before Lauren could say anything, “I mean, before Michelle undoubtedly woke you up with her banging…uhm…milk mishap?”

“Milk mishap…nice…” Michelle scoffed, turning up her nose at Michelle, “Yeah, nice…uh, what’s that word…literary word from high school…?”

“I think what you’re looking for is “alliteration,”” Jennifer chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

“Ohhhh alliteraaaaation!” exclaimed Michelle with great exaggeration, her eyes going wide as she nodded her head up and down, glancing over at Lauren as she smirked. “Fancy!”

Lauren smiled, enjoying the banter between the two of them. She found herself wondering if the two of them always acted like this, or if, perhaps…they were “playing it up” for her…almost “performing” in some kind of way.

“I didn’t actually wake you up, did I?” Michelle asked genuinely, blinking up at Lauren.

“Haha no, I was actually already awake,” Lauren laughed.

“So there,” Michelle nodded smartly bursa eskort bayan at Jennifer, before taking one more big wad of wet paper towels and cleaning up the rest of the mess.

“Uh…eheh, what actually…happened here?” Lauren asked, curious, and eager to keep the conversation going.

“Ohhhhh nothing,” Michelle sighed, tossing away the last of the paper towels and gripping the edge of the counter, still in her crouched position. “I was so excited about being able to touch the top shelf in the fridge yesterday that I tried to go for one of the penta-gallons of milk up there, and…yeeeah, it kinda slipped and — “

“Splash,” Jennifer finished, smirking.

“Penta-gallons?” asked Lauren, intrigued.

“Oh yes, here, let us help you make breakfast,” Jennifer said, unfolding her legs and putting down her paper as she rose up out of the armchair. Lauren watched as she seemed to rise in slow motion, and the next moment, the same as yesterday, she was eye-level with the middle of Jennifer’s hips.

“I, uhh…th-thanks, but I’ll…I can make it myself,” Lauren stammered, having to recover from the renewed shock of how huge Jennifer was. The size differences sure were going to take some getting-used-to.

“That a girl, Lauren,” Michelle smiled approvingly, standing up herself. “See, Jen? Someone after my own heart…she doesn’t want people doing things for her.”

“Aw, that’s fine, that’s fine,” Jennifer replied, holding up her hands like she wasn’t trying to impose, “Just let us know when you need help reaching anything, and we’ll be happy to assist…oh, and penta-gallons?” She went over to the fridge, opening it and pointing up to the highest shelf, which was lined with huge containers of milk. “Heh, yeah, so we get food deliveries here every week, right? Or…you know…every three days if Michelle’s having a particularly intense spurt…and part of that is penta-gallons of milk, like you see here.”

“That’s…oh my god…” Lauren breathed, staring far up at the top shelf, “That’s amazing!”

“Mmmm I bet you were getting sick and tired of all the tiny, itty-bitty containers of everything, huh?” Michelle chuckled down wryly at Lauren. She was leaning slightly with her back against the counter, which was so high from Lauren’s perspective that it was even with her nose. Even compared to Michelle’s 14’1 (or maybe 14’2 this morning…), the counter was awkwardly tall, coming up to about the middle of her torso. It was difficult for Lauren not to get lost in the ridiculous size comparisons in the kitchen, not to mention the vast, curvy expanse of Michelle’s body. That crop top sure was looking good on her, and Lauren could even see the faint outlines of abs on her fleshy stomach.

“I…oh…god, yeah,” Lauren stammered, blinking at Michelle’s stomach before forcing herself to stare back up into the fridge. “Milk was actually one of the easiest ways to get in a lot of calories –“

“Oh trust me, we know,” laughed Michelle, eying Jennifer.

“So I was drinking like two gallons of whole milk a day,” Lauren finished, “Before…you know, before Gail came and got me.”

“Uh-huh…kind of like this?” asked Michelle, before abruptly going for one of the huge milk containers on a lower shelf of the fridge. Lauren watched, amazed, as Michelle spun off the top and, with one hand, effortlessly lifted the penta-gallon, which weighed well over 40 pounds, to her lips. A series of swift gulps followed, and Lauren could see gallons of milk at a time disappearing from the huge container. Within seconds, it was completely empty, and Michelle winked down at Lauren as she crumpled it up in her hands and tossed it into the 6-foot garbage can on the corner of the kitchen island.

“What a show-off,” remarked Jennifer humorously, rolling her eyes, before she blinked and her expression morphed, becoming more serious. “That’s actually way faster than I’ve seen you drink them before,” she continued, looking Michelle carefully up and down. “You feeling any of the aches especially bad today?”

“Oooooh yeah,” Michelle nodded, actually looking a bit serious herself for a moment. She reached down and smacked her thighs, shaking them out in front of Lauren, who gawked at the thick flesh shaking right at her chest-level. Michelle was powerfully-built, not particularly muscular, but strong, solid, and feminine. Lauren caught herself thinking that just one of Michelle’s legs probably weighed well over half her entire body weight.

“In my legs and the bottom of my spine especially,” Michelle continued, reaching her hands behind her and pressing them into her lower back as she stretched backwards a bit. Lauren knew that she wasn’t meaning to flaunt her assets (at least, not in this moment), but the way she was stretching really showed off her big tits, and the smooth, alabaster curve of her bare lower torso.

‘Come on, get a grip!’ Lauren thought to herself, blinking and glancing away from Michelle’s impressive body, trying to look anywhere but straight forward into the middle of her stomach. She didn’t want to start blushing right there in the kitchen.

“Hmmm, the lower spine, huh?” mused Jennifer, “So you’re probably about to have another big spurt in the next day or two?”

“Yep, that’s what I’m expecting,” Michelle replied. “Maybe even more intense this time.”

“You mean like more than three inches?” asked Jennifer. She sounded almost nervous…or even worried.

“Probably even more,” Michelle said, coming out of her stretch, “Like, I don’t know, maybe even four, five inches over a couple days? It’s gonna feel pretty sharp, that much I can already tell.”

She glanced down at Lauren and, upon noticing that her new roommate had a bit of a mystified expression on her face, snapped out of her “serious” demeanor and gave a quick laugh.

“Haha, sorry, Lauren!” she began, her bare toes wiggling playfully against the hardwood floor, inadvertently showing off her pretty white toenail polish. With a start, Lauren noticed that Michelle was sporting a golden anklet. Had she been wearing that the day before?

“We don’t mean to be so serious,” Michelle continued, leaning back slightly and doing a couple mini-dips against the counter, “It’s just that whenever I’m about to have a big spurt, I get a little…uhhh…”

“Nervous?” offered Jennifer.

“Nooo, not nervous, exactly,” Michelle replied, still doing her little dips as she squinted her eyes up at the ceiling as she tried to find the right word. “More like antsy. Yeah, that’s the word. Like, pretty excited, right? But also a little fidgety and…I guess kind of impatient to get it started.”

“It’s just no fun, waiting for the pain to hit,” Jennifer explained, looking down at Lauren. “You probably already kind of know what we’re talking about, right?”

“Uh…sorta,” Lauren replied. “I mean, I get aches and all, but –“

“Jen, she’s barely over ten feet tall,” Michelle cut in, shaking her head. “Remember, Jillian said that the real intense stuff only starts after twelve feet.” She glanced down at Lauren, her eyes going very deliberately over her body. Her next question to Lauren was very blunt and forward, already consistent with what Lauren had come to expect from Michelle. “Do they have a prognosis on you yet?”

“You mean, like, how much I’m going to grow?” Lauren asked, simultaneously excited and unnerved by Michelle’s laser-like focus on her body. Michelle nodded.

“Uhm, n-no…no they haven’t, uh…haven’t really done all the tests on me yet,” Lauren replied, uncharacteristically stuttering a little. With Michelle staring down at her like that, and Lauren actually staring UP at the underside of Michelle’s breasts, it was difficult not to get quickly overwhelmed. She suddenly felt so ridiculous, standing there, four feet shorter than Michelle, and almost seven feet shorter than Jennifer…it was like she was in the wrong place, and didn’t belong.

“Ohhh, right, right, that’s their policy here,” Michelle said quickly, nodding. “They let you settle in for a week before they start pricking you with needles and having you pee in cups and putting you through therapy sessions where they ask you how it feels to be a giantess freak…”

“Michelle!” exclaimed Jennifer, grinning and shaking her head, “Come on, you were just saying the other day how much you LOVED your sessions with Angela!”

“I know, I know, I’m just playing around,” Michelle laughed, stepping up toward Lauren like she was thinking about playfully hip-checking her. But she stopped just in time, correctly calculating that Lauren was far too small for that kind of roughhousing.

“Sorry,” Michelle smiled down at Lauren, putting her hands in the air as she backed up, leaning with her back against the counter again. “Horsing around is basically my love-language, you know? That’s why you’ll always see me bashing into Jen here, and punching her in the shoulder, and hip-checking her…because I love her.”

“And I love youuuu,” Jen chuckled, rolling her eyes.

“But I…yeah, I can’t do any of that stuff with you yet,” Michelle continued down to Lauren, “Not that you’re not a little cutie, and not because we’re not gonna get close…because I can already tell that we are…you’re real chill, but you’re a spark-plug too…I like that!”

“I…uhhh…th-thanks!” Lauren laughed, now blushing a very deep crimson indeed. She registered, out of the corner of her eye, Jennifer shifting in place; she could have been rolling her eyes again, or sighing, or something else…but Lauren’s attention was almost entirely usurped by Michelle’s unexpected barrage of compliments, and, seeing as how Lauren already had a mini-crush on Michelle, she simply had no idea to respond. Her heart was beating quite fast now, as Michelle’s smile widened down at her, those big green eyes sparkling mischievously.

“I just had to hold myself back,” continued Michelle, now obviously laughing at herself as she stood back up to her full height, her big boobs still only barely clearing the counter. “I know that if I horse around with you, it might be fun for me, but you’re gonna end up getting hurt, and…yeah, I would feel sooooo bad if that happened.”

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I lay on the bed. Arms above my head. Handcuffed to the bed head. Blindfold clouding my vision in utter black.

I was glad the heating in the house was on because otherwise in my naked state I would have been cold.

It had been 5 minutes, 10 minutes, no more like 30 minutes since my wife had: “Gone to visit our daddy.” Had been her words.

She is downstairs, getting a drink and a midnight snack, I’m sure of it. I think to myself. There is no way she has actually gone into the guest bedroom where my father is staying for the foreseeable future as he looks for a new house…

No, she is downstairs laughing at her tease.

Step. Step. Step.

My eyes may had been covered but I was almost positive I heard footsteps enter the bedroom then.

A warm hand wrapped itself around my still standing, erect cock and a womans voice. My wife’s voice whispered in my ear: ‘Looks like someone’s been patiently waiting for me like a good boy, like my good boy.’

‘Didn’t really give me a choice did you?’ I asked not expecting a serious answer.

The blindfold was then lifted from my head giving me my vision back and on her hands and knees in front of me was my gorgeous wife; Emily.

Though when she left to: “Go visit our daddy”, she had been naked. Now however she was wearing a big baggy t-shirt. Not just any baggy t-shirt though, it belonged to my father.

I could have sworn I saw it lying on the sofa as me and Emily retired for bed earlier tonight before my father, Jim. So it was fine. She had gone downstairs and put it on then. Only, My father was a clean man, especially when staying over at mine and Emily’s house, he always cleaned up after himself so what if he had taken it up with him when he turned in for bed. That would mean…

Emily leaned in and kissed me our tongue’s connecting and fighting in a passionate deep kiss.

She then reached up and uncuffed my arms allowing me to finally lift them down from over my head, they ached.

‘So, where’d you get that t-shirt?’ I asked as Emily rolled off me and tucked herself into our bed, still wearing my fathers baggy t-shirt.

‘Where do you think I got it from?’ She asked back.

‘Well last I saw it was on the sofa as me and you went upstairs to bed. So I hope from there, where you’ve been sat giggling to yourself at me being tired up.’ I said.

‘Hmm.’

‘What?’ I asked.

‘Your my good boy.’ She said turning to kiss me again, no tongue this time. ‘Time for bed.’

With that she turned to the night lamp on her side of the bed, which had controls to turn both her bed side lamp as well as my side’s lamp off and the room turned to darkness.

‘Your not going to tell me if I’m right?’ I asked.

‘Right about what?’

‘Where you got that shirt.’ I reiterated.

‘Well where else would I have got it from?’ She asked.

‘My fathers bedroom.’ bursa bayan eskort It almost hurt to say allowed.

‘That would be naughty.’ She said. ‘I’m tired, time for bed.’

The room fell to silence, I didn’t know what to say and I didn’t think an answer would come tonight so turning over, I wrapped my arms around Emily, resting them over her breasts where I swear I felt her move my hands off them, moving them to her stomach and closed my eyes for sleep.

__________

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. Birds singing outside.

Sunshine pouring through the gaps in the bedroom curtains.

The smell of bacon cooking downstairs.

I got up from bed, grabbed my dressing gown from the back of the bedroom door. Wrapped it around myself and headed downstairs.

As I got to the bottom of the stairs I looked left to where I thought I had last seen my fathers t-shirt- the one Emily had worn to sleep last night.

It wasn’t there.

“Shit.” I thought.

I carried on walking and turned to the right to enter the kitchen where the smell of bacon filled my nostrils. My father, Jim was sitting at the breakfast table in his usual attire of a baggy t-shirt and shorts. ‘Mornin’ son.’ He said looking up from his phone as I entered.

‘Morning dad.’

‘Good morning sleepy head!’

I looked to my left and saw Emily at the kitchen counter cooking the bacon. Looking at her outfit I saw a baggy t-shirt, but not my fathers she had been wearing last night.

I sighed a breath of relief.

I noted that from the bottom of the baggy t-shirt you could see my Emily was wearing a pair of lacy black panties. I was surprised but also thought about how Emily was always barking on about how bikini’s and underwear are the same thing and if people get shy in their underwear they’re just being prude.

The flash of the lacy underwear, though not overtly sexual did get a small rise out of me.

I looked back up and made eye contact with Emily who smiled at me and flashed her eyes down to below my waist for a split second before saying: ‘You hungy mister?’

I opened my mouth to say: ‘Absolutely.’ But before I had the chance to say it I heard the same word: ‘Absolutely.’ Come from my fathers mouth.

‘Good.’ Emily smiled from my father to me.

She plated up the bacon, and skillfully walked passed me and put the plates on the table. I followed after her and sat where she had put down my plate. I looked at the other plates and saw that she had done 4 rashes for herself, 6 for my father and 2 for me.

‘I’m sorry baby I didn’t think you’d want very much, you don’t normally eat very much breakfast.’ Emily said as she slipped a hand to my thigh, rubbing underneath my dressing gown, awfully close to my cock which was already sprouting a semi.

‘It’s fine.’ I said. My tummy gurgling bursa escort bayan with hunger as I answered.

‘Thankyou for this Em.’ My father said before tucking into the bacon.

We ate in silence until we’d all finished and my father said: ‘Right then, better get a shower then to work.’ Getting up from the table, picking up his plate to take to wash up.

‘Oh leave the plate, Matt can wash them up.’ Emily said.

My father placed the plate back on the table. ‘Thankyou son.’ Left.

‘So.’ I said, having already finished my smaller breakfast.

‘So.’ Emily repeated.

‘About last night.’

‘What about it?’ Emily asked.

‘You gonna explain?’

‘Explain what?’ Emily asked.

‘Well you blindfolded and cuffed me, left naked to quote; “visit our daddy.” and then came back wearing my fathers t-shirt.’ I said.

‘I told you where I’d been.’

‘No, you insinuated you’d been to see my father.’

‘Is that not answer enough for you?’ Emily replied, finishing her bacon.

‘I’d quite like to know whether you did in fact go into my fathers bedroom and…speak to him.’ I said.

‘Oh baby.’ Said Emily. ‘Unfortunately that’s not how this works.’

I looked confusedly at Emily.

‘Don’t you remember what kinks we both pulled?’ Emily said smiling happily at me.

I thought back to last night, which felt like a fever dream. We had both pulled a kink out of the hat and mine had said: Emily dominant.

‘So you know, you don’t get to tell me what to do for the moment at least. You just gotta.’ She paused, placed her hand back on my thigh, rubbing right next to my cock. ‘Give up some control for a while.’

I sighed.

‘It’s ok baby, at least there’s another big, strong man in the house to fill the role of “Man in the house.”‘

I thought back to last night again, sitting opposite each other, I’d looked at what Emily’s piece of paper had said, what kink she had pulled from the hat.

“Matt becomes my cuckold.”

‘So. Are you really?’ I asked.

‘Really what?’

‘The kink you pulled last night.’

‘Remind me of it baby?’ Emily asked.

‘You know what it was.’

‘I know. I just want to hear you say it.’

‘Matt becomes your cuckold.’ I said, almost in a whisper.

Emily smiled, picked up the plates and walked with them over to the sink.

‘Emily!’ I said.

‘Matt.’ She said back.

‘Tell me please.’

‘Tell you what?’

‘Are you going to cuckold me with my father?’ There it was, the question I hadn’t wanted to ask, said allowed.

‘Hmm.’ Emily thought allowed. ‘Maybe, maybe not.’ She said.

She walked back over to me, kissed my forehead and said: ‘You don’t really want an answer to that do you? Not yet at least.’ She giggled before she waltzed away, turning back to face me at the door of the kitchen. ‘Wash up for me baby, I need to take a shower, might see if your daddy needs one as well.’

Then she was gone.

I stayed where I was, kind of to shocked to do anything, after a few minutes I heard one of the showers upstairs turn on.

I composed myself.

Got up and washed the dishes before putting them back in the cabinates they belonged in, I took my time, feeling no rush in my current mood. After I’d finished with the washing up I headed upstairs for a shower myself. It was then I realised that the shower was no longer on.

I entered mine and Emily’s bedroom and saw Emily sat at her mirror drying her hair, wrapped in her white towel. She smiled at me as I walked past. I entered our on-sweet bathroom, turned on the shower and dropped my dressing gown. Stepped in the shower before realising, there’s not steam on any of the glass in here. Had Emily not just showered?

If she hadn’t showered in here that only left one option. The guest bathroom, where my father may also have just had his morning shower.

There is no way my wife, my Emily would have a shower in the guest bathroom with my father, no way. I think to myself whilst washing my hair. She will have just waited and gone in the same shower after he had finished because that water would have already been hot, that’s it. Definitely. Right? I asked myself in my head.

My mind rushed with confusion. Anxiety.

Lust.

Yes me and Emily may have started our kinky game last night but that surely doesn’t mean that she would cuckold me with the first man she see’s; being my own father.

Surely not.

But what if she did?

I finished washing my hair, and body. Got out of the shower, dried myself off and entered our bedroom once again, with my towel tied around my waist, my erection pointing clearly.

‘Looks like someone’s horny this morning.’ Emily said.

She stood up from our bed and walked over to me, hugged me. Her tight body connected to mine, her soft breasts squeezed against my chest in her black sports bra and I cupped her small waist in my hands.

I felt fingers slip into my towel before she unraveled it, letting it fall around my ankles.

There I stood, naked.

We hugged silently, my heart rate dropping slowly.

I gained composure of myself once more as we broke off our embrace. ‘You haven’t really just shared a shower with my father have you?’ I asked.

‘Do you like that idea?’ She asked, wrapping a warm hand around my erect cock and slowly stroking.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.

‘I’m not sure.’ I really didn’t know how to feel about any of what was happening. ‘Matt becomes your cuckold…’ I thought allowed. ‘That doesn’t mean your going to sleep with the first other man you see does it?’ I asked.

‘Who could you possibly mean?’ Emily asked in reply.

‘My father.’

‘Would you like it if I did?’ She asked. She leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss me. Then moving past me lips and up to my ear. She whispered:

‘Because you cock just throbbed when you mentioned our Daddy…’

Chapter 2 End

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Weeks turned into a couple of months that had flown by since Jason had unofficially become our bull. We were all absolutely loving the setup of him fucking her senseless whenever he wanted and me setting things up and making it great for both of them.

I had wanted this for years and although there were (and still are) times where this is difficult, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I was determined to keep them happy so I could keep living in whatever twisted humiliation this was giving me.

One Friday night I was sitting on the couch with Ashley and were halfway watching a movie. While we were sitting there she leaned over and put her hand under my basketball shorts. she started rubbing my balls and in a couple of minutes had my cock out and was just playing with it. I was hard immediately, of course.

Note to self and everyone reading: Don’t have a “check-in conversation” while you have a raging hard-on.” She had one finger running over the top of my dick and would stop with it on top almost like she was a holder setting up the football for a field goal.

“I wonder how long you could keep it up like this,” she chuckled.

“Probably as long as you keep doing what you’re doing.”

She laughed and turned her into me, almost like she was sitting in my lap but she still had her hand on my dick. She was super close to me and as per usual I was struck with how drop dead sexy she looked.

“So, two months now with Jason. You’re still enjoying your little fantasy?” Her tone fell into a sarcastic tease.

“Fuck yeah. It’s even better than I thought it’d be.” I wasn’t lying.

She bit her lip a little then said, “You little perv.”

We both laughed. We’ve always been able to make each other laugh. Still do.

She shook her head and said, “I still don’t get how you love it but… I don’t really care about the ‘why’ as long as you’re happy.”

She looked down at my dick while continuing to tease me.

“What are you thinking?” I asked her.

“Oh, just how much this little fella must miss feeling my pussy..”

The jolt of her saying something that sexy made me dribble a little precum.

I had always wanted to try male chastity, and we’d talked about it a little, but I was too chicken to actually push for it. I had boner courage at this moment and was feeling super submissive.

“Baby… I…” I felt myself getting red and embarrassed.

“Are you really scared to tell me something?” she sarcastically snapped. “Fuck you, come on.. say it.”

“Do you remember the cages we’d looked at when we were looking into this stuff before?”

She bursa eskortlar looked at me and said, “Uh huh” and nodded with an expectant look. “Annnnnd…”

She stroked me a little. I stopped talking and she stopped stroking and looked at me with one eyebrow up.

“I just… I don’t know…” I was so nervous.

“How to… ask to be in one?” she said slowly as if finishing my sentence.

I wanted to lush through the awkwardness that it seemed only I was feeling.

“Yeah. Would you want to get one to play with?”

“Yep!” she said very enthusiastically.

I was stunned. “Why are you so excited?”

“Because you want it. I want you to get what you want out of this. I’m definitely getting what I want.” She bit her lip again thinking about what exactly she is getting.

She continued, “The best sex of my life..” she leaned in close and whispered, “better than I’ve ever had from anyone.”

I squirmed and was so tuned on.

“So order your little cage. We’ll figure out what works for us. And maybe I’ll like it a little too much.”

Four days later I opened a small box that had arrived and pulled out the black knockoff holy trainer I’d ordered from Amazon. I figured if this was something we wanted to pursue we could spend more on a nicer one. Ashley knew I’d ordered it but didn’t know what it looked like.

I walked into the living room where she was on the couch.

“Hey babe, look at this.”

She looked up and started laughing, “Look at the little thing!”

We inspected it for a minute and we messed with the lock and the odd looking key.

“Well,” she said, “let’s do this thing.” I was super nervous all of a sudden. She reached to help me get my belt undone and next thing I knew I was standing there named from the waste down while she still sat on the couch.

She laughed as I squeezed my balls through the ring and I was rock hard. It took a while and some distractions but I finally got down to a normal size and she watched me but the top part around my cock and struggle to lock it.

It was done and she had her eyebrows up and was looking between the cage and my face. “Well!? How does it feel?”

“Very real.”

She laughed and started inspecting. She moved it side to side and asked if everything was comfortable. I said it wasn’t that bad so far.

I was holding the key and she asked, “Where do you want to keep it?” I told her it usually goes to the wife and she can do whatever she wants with it. I was so turned on that I pulled up a pic on my phone of a keyholder with a necklace which displayed bursa bayan escort the key perfectly for all to see.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” she said as she studied the pic. “I want that.” She disappeared and came back with a chain about a minute later where she’d taken the charm off. She motioned for me to hand her the key and she slid it on the chain and had the necklace on before ai knew what had happened.

I’d wanted this for ages and here it was. I was looking at the most amazing woman in the world wearing my chastity key around her neck. I couldn’t believe it.

It was dinner time and she said, “I want to go out tonight.” She stood up and pulled my pants up as she did so. She patted the cage and said, “Tuck that thing away.”

I zipped up and she looked at my crotch and gave a little laugh, “Its a bit of an odd looking bulge but the ladies are going to think you’re packin’.”

She got ready and kept playing with the key and looking at it while I drove her to one pf our favorite spots.

We went in and she kept asking me how it felt to be caged up out there. All these women that probably thought I was cute who had no idea.

We sat down and our regular waitress, a sweet college girl named Renee, came up and brought us our regular drinks without even asking. We were small talking and then she said, “Is that a new necklace, Ashley?”

I saw my wife get a little red and she said, “Yes, yes it is.” Renee said she liked it and that was that.

As she walked away Ashley started laughing and covered her mouth. “Well that took all of two minutes.”

I asked how she liked wearing the key and she said, “Not gonna lie, I feel so fucking sexy right now.”

Her words were fuel to the fire. I wanted to get under that skirt and eat her out so badly right there.

We ordered and she said, “So what’s the deal? How long do you wear that thing?”

To be honest I hadn’t even thought about it. I told her that.

“I guess this was more of a test run just to see if it fits.”

She didn’t look amused and said, “Well we know it fits, right?”

She was right about that. it was relatively comfortable and I was surprised at the lack of pinching, which I’d heard was a problem sometimes.

“It’s ok either way, but is this a fantasy of yours or something you actually want to try?” She was wanting to know if I was actually wanting to do this or if I thought it was hot in theory.

The turned-on, submissive brain of mine said, “Let’s give it a go.”

She smiled as Renee came back by to refill our waters and chatted for a minute. She asked how life was going and we both told her we felt like were in a great spot and just enjoying ourselves.

Renee said how it was so refreshing to hear that for a change because so many people seem so miserable.

“Yeah,” Ashley glanced at me, “its easy to feel like you’re locked in a cage sometimes, I guess… but we have fun.”

I felt my dick strain against the polymer hard and it pinched. I moved a little bit abruptly and they both looked at me. Ashley was smiling, “You good, babe?”

I nodded.

She was so turned on when we were going back out to the car. As we were walking she said relatively quietly, “That’s right, everyone. My husband is packing.”

When we got in the car it was pretty late and we were parked a few rows deep in the parking lot. There were some people around but not enough to stop her.

She unzipped my pants and I undid my belt. We got my pants down enough to have my cage out. She took a pic and send it to Jason with the caption, “Its all miiiiiiine.” Yes, she was a little drunk.

All I remember him replying was, “Oh shit!”

We got back to the house and I went down on her. She was so wet. I was straining against the cage and I was amazed that while it was super frustrating, it wasn’t as painful as I thought it’d be.

We looked at our new toy on my dick and she laughed about how the tip of my penis eas trying to fit though the impossibly small hole at the end.

The biggest laugh of the night eas when I got up to go to the bathroom and realized I had to sit down. I started peeing and she came quickly through the door.

She was bending over laughing and said, “I realized you’d have to sit like a girl…” she breathed in heavily, “and I just had to see it.” She was laughing so hard. I felt the angst in my stomach that I got when watching her fuck Jason.

That angst is a drug to a cuckold. I can never explain why in a way that makes sense but the humiliation is my sex. People don’t get it, and that’s ok, but my wife was starting to realize this and embrace it.

I’ve stopped trying to understand why I love it.

We got back in bed and she took the necklace off. I was sitting there with my caged cock out and she said, “What do you want? Some teasing?”

I realized I’d just assumed I would get it off at night. Successful trial, right?

“Oh I thought we may take it off for me to sleep?”

She was a little stunned, “Why?”

“I don’t know… I guess I..”

“Do you need it off?”

“I guess not..” I said.

“Ok, well?” She shrugged her shoulders and turned her light out.

She then backed into me and wrapped my arms around her. She wiggled her ass enough into my crotch to make me start straining.

All I heard was a slight chuckle as she felt the cage press against her ass with my attempted boner.

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Chapter Two.

Dean.

It was finally the day.

I was thrumming with anticipation as I moved through the large recently renovated barn. The smell of fresh, clean hay filled my nostrils. It evoked memories of when I first took over the farm. It smelt like freedom.

Keeping livestock was not new to me, I grew up on this farm and spent the majority of my life ensuring it ran smoothly. That the cows were healthy and productive. However, this was my first time keeping a human as livestock.

It wasn’t a new revelation in wealthy circles. The rich loved the health benefits of breastmilk and made thousands upon thousands from the livestock’s offspring. Medical science for these farms had advanced so much that they had superior sperm to create genius, beautiful babies and had developed serums that transformed the women into the ultimate production machines. It was a lucrative business. One I was excited to dip my toes into.

This day felt like it was a long time coming but in reality it had only been six months of intensive planning and upgrades to the land to make sure everything was ready for my first Hucow’s arrival. I’d been meticulous, sleeplessly organised and pedantic but I still did a grounds check. Her stall was kitted out exactly how it was recommended; supple leather benches, strong ties, soft hay, hooks intermittently spread over the wooden walls, premium milking equipment and state of the art feeding machinery that administered the serums as well as the high calorie feed. I’d also sourced high quality dildos, vibrators and plugs. A happy Hucow was a productive Hucow.

My boots thud on the wooden floors as I made my way into the back of the barn. I’d had an extra room fitted, a medical room with everything needed to keep the Hucows healthy and productive. The fridges were stocked with serums and treatments, there was a computer for tracking everything down to the smallest detail and was connected to the main system. There was everything a medical professional needed in here. Including the sickening smell of hospital. Like expected, the medical room was ready for its first patient.

With a soft swoosh, the door closed behind me and I walked back through the barn down the wide walkway. There were three stalls on one side and two on the other with another space for extra feed and equipment. It was all enclosed with no windows, the only light and fresh air coming from the open barn doors.

A few of the other farms I had visited had been all enclosed but much smaller than this, the Hucows on my farm would have more space and access to the outside. The dairy cows I’d had here were free range and I was one of the top performing farms in the area, figured that logic would extend to Hucows too. They’d be treated like animals in the sense at that they’d be on all fours at all times and milked for hours during the day. I was no stranger to this type of treatment towards women so the only thing that was changing was the animal.

Growing up, my interactions with women were limited and in controlled circumstances. My mother died when I was young and my father never remarried. He despised women. When he died he left me the farm but he also left me alone. He also left me with needs I couldn’t fulfil. I had tried to fill my needs through other means but it was never enough, I was always unsatisfied and grumpy as all get out. Which was why when I was approached about opening a Hucow farm I leapt at the chance.

Because of how keen I was to get up and running, they’d pushed me through their programme faster than normal however at a deficit at first. They were only sending one Hucow and then after a month they’d send another. Usually it would be two to start with as milk production would meet the bottom line within a few weeks but they were concerned two would be overwhelming. I didn’t argue, they were the experts and they let me choose my first Hucow. I’d make a profit next month or the month after, I didn’t care at this point. Money didn’t matter now that I was going to finally going to get what I needed.

Standing outside the barn, I surveyed my land. The long dirt road leading up to the main buildings was still and undisturbed for now. There was a bunkhouse to my left that used to house three farm hands but was now empty and awaited its Handlers. To my right and a ways down was my home. A ranch house that I spent my life in. I’d renovated the inside when my father passed, memories of that man did not need to stay, he haunted my nightmares, he didn’t need to haunt me when I was awake.

The wind was calm today, only a light breeze disturbed the trees that surrounded some of the property. It was warm and gentle and reminded me of the day The Association drove up my driveway and me and my shotgun greeted them. I put it away quick smart when they’d pitched their programme to me and inadvertently addressed my base desires.

Just like that day, a car rumbled up the roadway, kicking up dust and dirt as it did. I crossed my arms bursa escortlar over my chest to hide the tremble in my limbs.

She was here.

Chapter Three.

Dean.

“Sebastian,” I said, nodding to my brother in greeting.

He awkwardly got out of the car and stretched his body. I shook his hand then stood back. We didn’t have much of a relationship, we may have been raised by the same man but we turned out to be completely different men. After ten years of no contact, we reconnected at our father’s funeral and had kept up since. He’d worked for The Association for years and I had suspected it was Sebastian that put in a good word for me with them.

Sebastian smiled wide at me. “Good to see you, brother. Your new livestock is in the back and ready to go. She’s had the lactation and fertility treatments so far.”

I nodded in acknowledgement but stared at the tinted windows of the sedan.

The driver bundled out of the car and rested his forearms on the roof it.

“Hey,” he said with a tilt of his head. “Samson. I’m your Handler for the next month or so.” He squinted his eyes in the afternoon sun then shifted a hand to make a visor so he could see me.

“Thanks for comin’ out,” I replied. I was aware of him, The Association had sent over his profile that included a picture.

Samson moved around the car to stand with Sebastian and I, leaning against the passenger door with ankle crossed over the other. Essentially blocking me from my new Hucow. I clenched my jaw.

“She has promise, she’s taken to the treatment very well so far and has been mostly compliant. She still needs to get used to being handled so I recommend jumping right into the routine.” He groaned and rubbed his hand over his head. “Gagged, sedated and restrained at the moment.”

I frowned at him, the gagged past wasn’t protocol for new livestock. I’d memorised them and it definitely wasn’t part of it.

“She was non-compliant, it’s procedure,” Sebastian said quickly. His eyes wandered over the buildings, lingering on the house. “You didn’t tear it down.”

“I didn’t,” I replied in agreement. Some days I think I should have. “Can we get this show on the road? I want to get started, be more hands-on.”

Samson grunted in response and opened the door.

My breath caught in my throat as her pale legs came into view, she was tied up on her stomach with her ankles attached to her wrists. I could see a sliver of her perfect pink pussy glistening in the orange afternoon light. The treatment was definitely kicking in if she was that wet while sedated.

“She’ll wake up in about… fifteen minutes,” Sedation muttered, checking his watch.

Samson leaned into the vehicle and unclipped her restraints, leaving the cuffs on. Her legs flopped over the seat and left her feet outside of the car slightly. Leaning over her, Samson went to reach for her waist to pull her out but I grabbed him by the scruff of his collar and pulled him away.

“I’ll get her,” I grunted out. “I want to be hands-on remember.”

I knew I was going to be protective over her but I also knew that I needed to let that shit go. Apparently that was going to be easier said than done.

Hucows were animals, property and that was it. Relationships or otherwise weren’t permitted and the Hucow would be removed from the farm if The Association got even a whiff of rule breaking. My job as owner of Miller Farm was to ensure the livestock were put through their treatment, met milk production quota, guaranteed insemination before week twelve and manage their health. Handlers were strictly forbidden to get attached to any particular Hucow as it could impede on their production. They’d done research and the animals that had attachments to certain people would produce less and be less cooperative.

I wrapped my hands around her waist, my fingers nearly touching, and dragged her from the car, tossing her over my shoulder. She was small and light but that was about to change. I made my way into the barn and noted the butt plug lodged inside of her ass that was now on display. Her pussy was a little puffy from the drugs too and I groaned under my breath.

I could hear the footsteps of the men as they followed me into the medical room. As I laid her out on the cool table, Sebastian took a seat at the computer navigating his way through The Association’s livestock programme efficiently.

“We need to complete her processing and registration. Restrain her and we’ll get that done quickly.” He came over to us as I clipped her to the table with the hooks on the sides.

Once done, I looked over her under the harsh white light and tugged off my stetson, tossing it on the desk. I ran a hand through my hair as I let my gaze wander over her. Her delicate collarbones and chest were a little red from being upside down and her tits were swollen, plump, probably twice the size they normally were. Her nipples were distended and dark. She still had bursa escort a thin waist that curved in before flaring out to slightly bony hips. I couldn’t wait to see her stomach thicken up and her thighs expand. Her legs were spread which made it easy to see her saturated folds and the base of the butt plug. I liked her like this, I decided. Sedated, tied up. The only thing that would make it better was if she had a collar around her throat to let everyone know she was my pet.

Her face was relaxed, freckles dotted her nose and check, she looked younger like this. Utterly oblivious to what was going on around her. She’d learn to love it here, I had no doubt. She was going to be exceptionally aroused due to the drugs that increased her fertility and aided in strong milk production. An essential part of the programme was multiple orgasms a day and I planned on giving her more than she could handle.

She was going to be even more horny than usual for my cock and I expected her to be so desperate for relief that she wouldn’t care that she was now living on a farm. I’d seen it at the other farms. The livestock didn’t care where they were as long as one of the Handlers made them cum while they were being milked. They were fed often and had several naps during the day between milking. They lived the ultimate life of comfort for an animal.

The best part of it all was that she was already submissive to me, she was already my pet. Her transition into this new life was going to be easy for her. She’d already been trained to never speak and follow commands without thought. While the drugs she’d been given and the medicated feed she’ll be receiving would alter brain chemistry to guarantee absolute compliance, she was already naturally this way. Our first interaction together, she’d gotten on her knees and closed her mouth with one command. I couldn’t wait to see her flourish here.

“She should rouse soon, Big D,” Sebastian said with smirk, using the nickname he coined for me when we were teens as he checked over my pet. “I’ll brand her before she wakes and get her registered in the system to avoid raising her stress levels. It’d be bad for production if we let that happen.”

Samson came over with gloved hands and tilted her head to expose the right side of her neck. The whining sound of a tattoo gun echoed off the walls of the pristine room as Sebastian read off her livestock number. When Samson was done, he wiped it down and revealed a small tattoo made up of five numbers that signified the farm she belonged to and what number Hucow she was. Her face was still relaxed, she hadn’t even twitched from the pain.

“I’ll do the brand now, you’ll need to turn her slightly so I can have access to her rump,” Samson said changing out his gloves for fresh ones.

I did as he asked by unclipping one ankle and twisting her body.

Samson quickly took the cold brand and pressed it hard to her soft pale skin for ten seconds. She groaned and scrunched her face a little. Cold brands weren’t typically too painful so the sedative must have been wearing off.

Samson removed the brand from her skin and the white raised insignia of Miller Farm remained. Pride swelled in my chest and I stood a little taller as I watched Samson cover it with a light bandage. Once done, I re-clipped her to the table.

She groaned around her gag and her head lolled to the side. Her throat bobbed as her eyes fluttered open. Her bright blue eyes were hazy as her vision cleared and she made sense of where she was. They were like the ocean somewhere tropical, clear and swimmable. They were captivating and I would freely drown in them.

I lent in closer, our faces inches apart.

I could tell the moment she recognised me because her pupils dilated and her body relaxed into the table in total submission.

“Welcome home, Pet,” I murmured to her.

Chapter Four.

Rosie.

‘Welcome home, Pet.’

His words echoed in my woozy mind as I stared into his dark eyes. The golden specks that usually adorned them were covered by his blown out pupils. I didn’t know if it was because of the drugs they’d filled my body with or if it was the man that was in front of me but my heart was beating wildly and butterflies flit around in my stomach. My eyes rolled a little as I tried to swallow around the gag that was still tightly bound to my face, a warm salty tear leaked from the corner of one of my eyes. I was sure I should have felt scared and frightened but I wasn’t. My Master had found me. He was here to rescue me. My eyes weren’t welling because I thought this was the end, if I could have I would have wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. I would have jumped up and down with how happy I was that he was here. Instead, I gave him as big of a smile as I could muster, which wasn’t that big.

A softness reached his eyes and the line in between his brows smoothed out. I felt his hand cradle my leather strung face and I lent into it, relishing in the feeling of his rough palm. I wanted to touch him back but my arms were so heavy I couldn’t pick them up.

What about the men that kidnapped me? Where were they now?

Why’d I still have the gag in?

I tried to move again but realised my arms weren’t heavy, I was restrained to whatever I was laying on. A whimper escaped me and I tried to get free. The movement jostled my tits which alerted me to the fact that they were achy, hot and huge. I looked down at them and they were tinted pink and lined with blueish veins, my nipples were a darker pink and pointed. Now that I was aware of them, it felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest and I groaned in pain.

“You’re restrained for your own safety, Pet,” he murmured with a gravelly voice, trying to calm me. “You’re home now.” He stroked my hair in comfort and I shuddered a breath.

I needed answers. I knew I could trust him, he’d proven himself time and again at the club so if I needed to be restrained with a gag in, then it was for my own good.

He’d said I was home now. Were my wildest dreams coming true? Was he making me his not just at the club but forever?

He hadn’t come here to save me, he was here to help those men kidnap me, make me a productive animal. What scared the shit out of me before, now seemed… okay. If my Master wanted me to be his cow I would. I would do that for him. I’d wanted to be his completely for three months now, I’d wanted him to control every little part of my life and now I was going to get that by being his human cow.

“Sebastian needs to check your over and then we’ll get you settled in. Lay still, Pet,” Master commanded and stepped away from where I was laying. Of course I did as he asked and I laid still. Evening out my breaths so my chest didn’t move too much. Finally, I looked around the room. I was in another medical office but instead of a chair I was strapped to, I was on an examination table. Samson and the Doctor were in the room and the Doctor was putting on gloves. That must have been who Sebastian was. He prodded my painful and engorged tits.

“No,” I mumbled into my gag and shook my head. It hurt so bad.

“Pet.” Master’s voice rumbled loudly, scolding me.

My heart stopped and I dropped my chin. It was the first time I’d spoken around him and apparently our rules at the club applied here too.

Sebastian continued his examination and I tried to ignore the almost searing pain.

“You know the rules, you don’t talk. Ever.” Master took a steadying breath. “Because of the day you’ve had I’ll give you this one chance to remember your place and your rules.”

I nodded. Guilt stuck to me like a second skin and I desperately wanted to fix that line in between his brows.

“Good girl,” he muttered. The butterflies returned.

Samson walked over to Master and held something out to him. “The lotion to help her skin accommodate her growth, Dean. Let me know if you need a hand.” Samson winked and I swear I heard Master growl.

His name was Dean?! Dean… My Master, Dean. I liked it.

Samson backed off with a smirk. Master-Dean was still protective of me, at the club no one was allowed to touch me.

Sebastian finally stopped his assault on my tits and moved down to the bottom half of me. “Apply the lotion liberally and get her on the milk pump tonight to get her used to the sensation and to encourage milk flow. By the look of her teats, she’ll be producing by tomorrow.”

“Will do,” Dean replied shortly.

“All I need to do now is check the plug is still in place and then I’ll be out of here.”

Dean’s brow pulled down as I felt Sebastian’s fingers probe my pussy then tap on the plug. I bit back a moan, remembering how horny I was.

“The plug is in place and she is still highly aroused. I’d say the serum will be fully absorbed by the time she’s done on the milker so you can take the plug out then. If you have any questions that can’t be answered by Samson, give me a call.” He snapped off his gloves. “I’m out of here. Call me if anything out of the ordinary happens or you miss me.”

“Thanks, Sebastian,” Dean said as he opened the door for him. They gave each a one arm hug.

“No problem, brother. I’ll be back next week for her checkup.”

Brother? Sebastian was Dean’s brother?

“Stay for dinner when you do,” Dean said.

“Depends. You cookin’?”

With a grunt, Dean said, “I’ll order pizza and you can pick it up on your way over.”

“Deal. See you next week, Samson,” Sebastian said with a wave. Dean closed the door behind him with a quiet whoosh.

I was sure the throbbing in my pussy and the ache in my lower belly were audible in the tense silence that had fallen over the room with how strong they were. My arousal was so potent, it was consuming me. I didn’t care that my tits hurt or that Samson was still here, the only thing I could think was how much I needed to get off this table so my Master could fuck me and fill me with his seed.

Dean came back over to me with the tube of lotion and instead of uncapping it and rubbing it on me with his bare fingers, he donned one glove on his right hand then squirted a good amount onto his finger tips.

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A snowstorm suddenly begins dumping another few inches an hour on the ground late Wednesday afternoon in near whiteout conditions. The crowd in the bar is huge. She sits on the stool on the other side of a large man. I don’t think he is with her. I hope not. What I can see, she is a knock out – great face, not much makeup, and curly reddish brown hair down to her shoulders. A pair of crutches leans against the wall next to her, but I assume she has a sprained ankle or a broken leg. After all, this is a bar in a ski lodge. It would be too much to ask that she is missing a leg.

There are no free stools at the bar and few standing places for several rows back. I watch for a moment as I assess how best to order a drink and find a way to be close to her. Soon a man standing between the large man and the woman leaves and I rush to fill the space.

“Whiskey,” I yell over the noise to the barkeeper. I glance to the left at her face and it is even lovelier up close, maybe she is even about my age. “Sorry to be so loud,” I tell her then smile while still looking at her.

“No problem. It’s loud in here.” She takes a sip of her drink leaving a small amount in the glass.

“Do you want another while I have his attention?”

“Sure. Scotch.”

The barkeeper puts my drink on the bar and I order a scotch while pointing at her glass. I exchange a few bills for the two drinks and push hers next to the near empty glass.

“I’m Matt. Are you up here to ski?”

She glances at the crutches then at me. “Nah. I came up this morning with my sister and her husband for a few days. Oh, I’m Leslie.” She holds a hand out and I give it a small shake then keep the hand in mine for an extra moment.

“Nice to meet you,” I say before sipping my drink.

“Do you ski?”

“Nope, I’m too big a klutz.” I laugh. “I like to watch though.”

“They went back to the room a while ago. I think they got a little horny.” She chuckles.

“Lucky me,” I say and clink my glass against hers then sip.

The large man stands and I scoot the still warm stool closer to her. It is then I notice the reason for the crutches. She’s missing her left leg above the knee though the lighting is bad and I can’t tell how much. My heart pounds uncontrollably.

“Yeah-h,” she drawls as she realizes what I’m looking at.

“Not a problem.”

“Have you known others?”

“If a married woman next door when I was growing up counts, then yes.” I chuckle.

“Sure, we can count that.” She laughs then finishes the old drink and pushes the empty glass away. “We live in Conway, not together, and drive up often during the winter. This’ll be one of the first times we’ve spent several nights.”

“I know where that is. I’m from Monroe.”

I spend a long moment looking at the way her sweater has a small curve over her breasts. For some reason, the lighting improves as she turns slightly my way and I now can see the left jean pants leg either wraps over a hip without a leg or is tailored to fit nicely around it.

“At the hip,” she casually says as she looks at me over the glass before she sips.

I grin knowing it is my favorite kind of stump. I only know from pictures having never been this close to a woman missing a leg. The neighbor story is purely fiction, but I felt I had to say something like that.

“About a year ago,” she adds. “I don’t mind.”

“Oh?”

“I make it a fashion statement.” She laughs.

I grin as I look at her. “Did you break the leg off your Barbie dolls?”

“How’d you guess?” Her stare matches mine for a while then changes into a simple smile as she sips.

I watch her long slim fingers gripping the glass as she gently sits it down. They still hold the glass and gently rub the sides a few times.

“Ah, I once read some book where a woman did that. Eventually she lost her own leg.”

“On purpose?” she quizzes with an intense curiosity.

“Uh-huh.” I watch, as she seems to process both the response and my reaction as she takes several sips over nearly a minute of silence.

“Oh.” She sips again.

I flag the barkeeper down and order another round.

“Thanks. I’m enjoying talking to you.”

“Me too.”

“About the woman in the story, how did that make you feel?” The glasses arrive. “You know, that she did it on purpose.” She finishes the old drink in a large gulp and pushes the empty glass away then pulls the new one closer.

I take a moment to consider the ramification of being honest with my answer. “I wouldn’t have a problem. People make changes to their bodies all the time … piercing, breast enhancement, stuff like that.”

“Good answer.” She glances at the clock on the wall. “Say, are you up for dinner? I’m getting hungry and all the booze is hitting me.

I look out the window at the growing darkness and the blowing snow in the building lights then unconsciously at my watch.

“I have reservations at the restaurant here. Much nicer than the cafeteria.” I laugh. “I asked for a quiet table. It’d be great to have you join me.”

“I think so too.” She gives me a big grin escort bursa that makes manly parts of me swell in my pants.

“Reservation for Matt Mathews,” I tell the host standing near the front of the restaurant. I hold both glasses I’ve carried from the bar. Large windows fill one wall facing the mountain. The rate of snowfall has increased and even the lifts are invisible. “It was for one, but there’s a second person. If we could be by the window away from the others….”

“Yes. I have a perfect table for you.” I notice him giving Leslie a careful study as he takes a second menu from the stack and places it on top of the other already against his forearm. “This way.”

She leans her crutches against the wall between it and the chair. I scoot the chair underneath her as she sits then take my seat at the other side of the table.

She holds her glass up in a toast. “To a new….”

“Relationship,” I quickly finish her toast as I clink my glass against hers.

“That might be nice.”

“Yes, I think it would. Of course we’ve just met,” I say.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

“No,” I simply reply without saying I’d dump anyone I might be seeing just to be with her. I know such a thing could be a deal breaker or at least make me seem overly insensitive for sure.

“Me either. Guys don’t like the broken Barbie doll look.”

“There’re fools.”

“And you do?”

I take her hand in mine and rub her fingers lightly. “Yeah, as long as it’s you.”

She looks at an attractive woman with a man as they walk towards the door of the restaurant. She leans across the table and whispers, “If that woman was missing a leg, would you be interested in her?”

“If I’d never met you and she wasn’t with him, maybe I would. It’s not the only attribute I look for, you know.”

“Well, what ‘attribute’ attracted you to me?”

“The first thing I noticed was your hair and face. I couldn’t see anything else.”

“And if I’d had two legs, what then?”

“Leslie, I would still try to meet you.”

The waitress stands by the table as we quickly scan the menu. I make a suggestion. Leslie quickly agrees with it then the woman takes our order and walks away.

“Our first agreement,” Leslie says as she takes my hand in hers.

“You’re easy to be with.”

“I only had my leg off, not my ability to be with someone.” She snickers, still holding my hand.

We talk about nothing much for a while and watch the blowing snow. The food arrives and I ask for two glasses of merlot wine. For the first few bites, we each say nothing until the wine arrives.

“Thanks. How’d you know this was my favorite?” She does a mock toast without clinking glasses then sips.

“Just a lucky guess.” I sip and let my eyes drift over her face. “Another agreement. God-d, soon we’ll be living together.” I chuckle.

“Maybe we need to sleep together first.”

She says it in a matter of fact way, almost as if it’s a done deal. I hold the glass near my lips for a moment then sip again before putting it down.

“You said you’re staying here,” she says between bites.

“Yeah, for a few nights. It sounds like that’s a good thing.”

“Uh-huh.” She smiles seductively as she cuts though the meat and pushes the food between her lips as though she might be pushing a part of me between them. “I think it is. Who knows…?”

She cuts herself off and leaves me wondering, yet knowing we’ll be sleeping together tonight. I am glad I have no reason to stand anytime soon. I wonder if she knows how she is affecting me. She probably does.

We eat for a while in silence, occasionally watching the snow falling.

“Hope you’re not a boob man,” she suddenly says as she sits the glass down. Her hand lightly smoothes the sweater over a breast.

“Not if you’re talking about huge ones.”

“Another agreement. Yea.” She snickers.

“You look quite nice, like all of you. I doubt you being naked will be disappointing.”

“Likewise.”

I push my empty plate away and wipe my lips with the cloth napkin before sipping the rest of my wine. She does the same.

“We could always call room service later for desert,” I confidently say as I put my credit card on top of the folder for the bill.

“My idea exactly. I’m getting tired of undressing you only in my mind.”

“Hmmm.” I drag my tongue across my lower lips.

In the elevator, I hold her hand and she playfully bumps her hip against mine.

“I never expected this, this morning,” she whispers.

“Only in my dreams.”

The elevator doors open and we walk to the right a short distance. The door clicks as I remove the cardkey and she opens the door and holds it for me.

“A woman of many talents,” I tease as I walk past and she lets the door close on its own.

“Just you wait,” she says as she crutches towards the bed.

I follow and part way there, I reach around her waist from behind and pull her against me. She tilts her head back and rubs her face against mine. I inhale the natural fragrance of her skin and eskort bursa let my hands drift up to soft curves of her breasts hidden under the sky-blue wool sweater.

She moans without restraint as I massage them then she rubs her hips against me. “That feels divine.” She rubs her hips again.

I drag my hands freely down and cup both between her thighs then hold them in place.

“Baby-y,” she whispers letting her head turn slightly so she can kiss my cheek. “Don’t you think we’re over dressed?”

She pulls away and takes the final step to the bed then sits as she places the crutches together on the floor, parallel to the bed. I watch as she removes the sweater and undershirt leaving her breasts nicely exposed.

“There’re perfect,” I say.

She covers them with both hands and gently rubs. “Well, no more looking until you remove something.” She laughs. “It only seems fair.”

I quickly remove my sweater and shirt and drop them beside the bed as I sit next to her and take her in my arms. Our lips weld as they first touch and our tongues trade between them. Her hand slips wantonly over my chest for a while before ripping at my belt.

“What do you think is in there?” I tease.

“A big ole cock,” she replies. “For my mouth and my pussy,” she adds as she rips the zipper down.

I rub over her crotch a few times as I gaze into her eyes then unfasten her jeans. She pushes at the waistband and easily slides the jeans along her leg like a stripper. Her foot reaches for the ceiling as she pushes the thong panties up to the bending knee. With a flick of the foot, the thong arcs though the air.

She lies back and rubs a hand over the hip without a thigh. “Do you approve of my stump?” The hand slithers over the rounded shape and fingers trace the scars as I watch.

“As long as it’s yours,” I reply as I add my hand to the stump.

“You say all the right things, darling.”

I devour the hip with my lips as my fingers begin to play with the pink wet folds of skin between it and the other thigh. I listen to sounds flowing from her mouth as my finger worms inside and my thumb roams around her clit.

“Oh-h honey,” she mumbles, as I add another finger.

I search everywhere and love all I find inside her. Soon I find her g-spot and begin to rub.

“Bingo-o,” she roars and thrusts her lone foot high.

Two fingers rub and hold the spot firmly. Her hips rock and sway, as her moans grow louder.

“Good man-n,” she says. “Good man.”

I lean down and take some of folds between my lips, and suck up one side and down the other lapping the juices with my tongue then give her clit a firm kiss.

“Ah-h,” she roars as she begins grinding against my mouth. With effort, I remove my wet fingers and stroke the stump as I continue sucking the clit. “Yeah-h, like that,” she encourages. She musses with my hair with one hand as she sucks a finger. “There-e.” She grinds a few more times and then holds herself more firmly against my mouth.

Soon she pulls away and tells me, “There’re more waiting, but we have all night.” She snickers. “No use using them all up right away.”

“What, you have a limit?” I laugh.

“Baby-y, no limit. I just want to explore you some now.”

I linger with my face pecking kisses over the top of the thigh, across her pussy, and over her stump.

“Keep that up and I probably won’t get around to sucking your cock for a long while.” She snickers. “You do like your cock sucked, don’t you?” She snickers again.

“Of course, what guy doesn’t? By the same token, I’m kind of partial to what I’m doing now.”

“Well, munch away. It’s not like you’ll get soft anytime soon.” She moans as I roll her clit between my lips for a while. “God-d damn, you’re good at that. I might just keep you.”

I squirm my hips across the bed while attempting to keep my face in place. I feel her hands pulling at my legs then they are between my thighs and on my cock.

“Wow, did you ever get a nice one. This is a wonderful cock.”

She strokes me a few more times then begins letting the erection fill her mouth. I am enjoying her stump and all that is next to it too much to respond. I am not sure I need to.

–

I awake with my face by her stump, the wonderful aroma of her pussy filling my senses, my lips nuzzling her. I let a hand roam over the rounded shape of her hip and enjoy the feel.

“Morning,” she hoarsely says as she wakes. “What a nice way to wake up.”

“And what a nice way to go to sleep,” I reply between kisses along one of the scars as I near her slit. I drag my tongue through the mixture of our fluids and over her clit. She quivers and shakes as I pull the bud between my lips and nibble.

“Oh sweetheart-t,” she drawls. “I could go for a few days of that.” The words stumble from her mouth between punctuated moans as I suck and nibble.

I shove two fingers deep inside and I feel her convulse around them as they begin fucking her. She pulls her knee to her chest. The foot reaches past her head giving her the appearance of not having anything past either hip.

“Ah-h,” she quickly begins moaning deeply. “Fuck mama’s pussy … good-d.”

My hand slams against the folds of skin, driving the fingers deep with each pounding thrust. The fingertips drag across the g-spot as they withdraw. She continues to make low deep sounds as she gasps for air.

“Oh-h,” she repeats and a hand slaps the bed. “Oh-h … yeah-h, yeah-h, baby.” With a last moan, she begins to relax.

She lays sprawled across the bed for a few minutes as she comes down from the first orgasm of the morning. A grin spreads across her face as she looks at me.

“How did I get so lucky?” she coos.

Before I answer, she pushes me on my back and mounts my erection as she holds my shoulders down. Her hips begin rocking, sliding her tight channel along my shaft.

“Don’t ever stop,” I beg.

“Count on it.”

I lose control and begin filling her with repeated blasts of come. She continues milking me until long after they stop.

“God-d, I love doing that to you,” she whispers in my ear, her pussy still loving my cock.

My hands wrap her face and pull her lips to mine; our tongues trade mouths. She wiggles her hips and I feel a renewed erection quickly forming.

“Honey, you’re insatiable.” She snickers. “I like that.”

–

There is a text message on her phone when we get out of the shower. Her sister suggests meeting for breakfast. I feel special having her with me as we enter the same dinning room we had dinner in last night. A few people turn and look as Leslie scans for her sister.

“There they are,” she says as she grabs my arm.

I look around and find a woman waving at us. Leslie pushes through a small crowd and I follow to the other side of the room to a four-person table. The woman is as lovely as Leslie and the man strikingly handsome. They are possibly a few years older.

“This is Holly and Robert,” Leslie says as she introduces me to everyone.

Holly extends her left hand and I notice the right sleeve seems empty. She grins and I give the hand a soft shake.

“Nice to meet you both,” I say as I reach over and shake his hand. It is then I realize he is missing most of the ring finger of his right hand.

“Well, I guess I’m the odd man out.” I laugh and take a seat next to Leslie and across from Robert.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” he says, glancing at each woman, and then sipping his coffee.

“Where’d you find Matt? He’s dreamy.” Holly asks Leslie, as she extends her hand and rests it on Leslie’s hand.

“In the bar yesterday. We had a wonderful dinner afterwards. He’s not shy of stumps either.” She snickers.

Holly moves her arm stump and the sweater sleeve moves enough to show the arm ends just above the elbow.

“Is this a family requirement to be missing something?” I tease.

He lifts his left hand from his lap and rests it on the table and I see it is actually a prosthetic hook peeking from the end of the sweater sleeve. He looks at me, and smiles. He moves a shoulder and the hook opens and closes.

“I had done this before I met Holly. She had a thing for men missing an arm.”

“Done?”

“Uh-huh. For me, I’ve felt I should be this way all my life.” He pauses and looks at my reaction. “Oh, I just assumed you knew about these things.”

“Not a problem. Yes, I’ve known about such feelings.” I continue to glance back and forth between his hook and her empty sleeve.

She reaches over and takes his hook in her hand as if she is holding a real hand. Her thumb rubs along the shiny piece of metal and over the tip.

“I was traveling overseas and he was in front of me in line to get on a ferry. When I saw his hook, my heart just pounded like it was going to jump smack out of my chest.”

“Wow. That’s how I felt when I saw Leslie was missing a leg.”

“Darling, that’s sweet,” Leslie says, taking my hand in hers and holding it. “I had an idea you liked stumps.”

“What can I say?” I laugh.

The waitress takes our orders, refills the coffee cups, and leaves. Holly pushes the sleeve up and cups her hand at the bottom of the stump and plays with it for a moment, and then leaves the sleeve up enough to expose a few inches of the stump.

“How do you like having one arm?” I ask Holly. “Was this a dream for you as well?”

“Actually, I just fantasized about being with a man missing an arm. I had a teacher in grade school with one arm. I don’t know why, but I often dreamed of him as I’d go to sleep at night.”

“Are you two missing the same amount of your arms?” I glance back and forth between Robert and Holly.

“We are now,” he begins. “When we met, I was just missing part of the forearm. Back then I was a little afraid of having too much off. I just wanted to be missing my hand. Growing up, a farmer down the road was missing his hand. I loved to watch him doing things and using that stump to hold or support stuff.”

I look over at Leslie and smile. “Did you know about any of this?”

“Nope. Not at all.” She chuckles. “They were married when I first saw what she’d done to her arm.”

The waitress returns with a large tray and places it on a nearby table then puts each plate in front of us. She looks around, observes the hook and Holly’s missing arm, smiles, and then walks away.

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Chapter 6

After her latest ordeal, Emily decided to keep her distance from her aunt. Even sleeping in her own bed again from now on.

She couldn’t tell if the smell of her aunt’s shit had scrubbed out of the skin on her face, or if she had simply become used to it.

She found herself absentmindedly sniffing her fingers to check for the smell of poo, and oddly enough almost missing the smell when no trace was found.

The routine of helping her aunt use the toilet and sponge bath continued, but much tamer than the earlier events. No licking or sexual touching of any kind. Emily behaved much like a nurse would instead.

Yet, day after day, she felt the familiar tingle in her loins return. The time alone with her own thoughts let her mind wander, the fading memory of the smell of poo, the taste, the feeling of it, kept prodding at her brain.

Emily noticed her aunt was also very quiet about the subject. They still had their friendly chats throughout the day, but the topic of eating pussy wasn’t touched upon, let alone drinking piss or licking a shitty ass.

It was though their relationship had hit a big reset button. Emily felt much more at ease as the week went on, she didn’t feel so tense anymore.

That was until the weekend, when she turned the tap to get a glass of water, and nothing came out of the tap.

She hurried to the bathroom and turned the taps, nothing.

The hit the flusher on the toilet, and it flushed! She looked down at the swirling water with relief, and as if matching her emotions, she realized with horror that the water that remained in the cistern was now emptied and would not refill.

The house was out of water.

“Shit… when is this storm going to end?” She muttered to herself, peering out the window at the empty white landscape beyond the property, snow whizzing around outside.

Her aunt didn’t seem too concerned when Emily told her the news.

“Oh honey, look at your face” Lisa said with empathy. “The snow can be melted for as much water as we need to drink, we might just have to make do without some of the other uses”

Emily immediately wondered about these ‘Other uses’. How would they clean themselves? Or flush the toilet?

She supposed that maybe they just… wouldn’t?

Emily made a habit of going outside, gathering some water in the kettle, bringing it inside and boiling it to make it safe to drink.

She had initially discussed trying to make enough for other uses, but her aunt reminded her they could only boil so much before running out of gas, so it was best to ration the water for drinking only.

The inside of the house was close to freezing temperatures from the blizzard and lack of heating, so any ice brought inside wouldn’t do much melting either. Emily made a point to store as much boiled water in jugs and bottles as she could.

A couple of days later, Emily was laying in her bed early in the morning, gently playing with herself. She was nearing orgasm when her aunt announced she needed a bowel movement from the other bedroom. bursa merkez escort With a grunt of annoyance Emily threw on her gown and prepared to help her aunt.

“I’m sorry dear, I tried holding it in a bit longer, I thought the water might have come back on by now” Lisa said apologetically to Emily as they carefully made their way down the hall toward the toilet.

“It’s really fine Aunty; it can’t be helped” Emily assured her. When Emily had to use the toilet since the water was gone, she was able to at least quickly zip outside to do her business, her aunt didn’t have such luxury.

Settling down on the toilet, Emily glanced at the empty toilet roll next to them. They had run out of toilet paper too.

Emily chose to remain with her aunt as she took a dump, her pussy was feeling electrified today. Not to mention her interrupted orgasm had left her on edge.

Emily knelt next to her aunt who started shitting with a few gentle grunts.

The familiar crackle and thud of thick shit hitting the toilet echoed in the bathroom. Followed soon after by the stench, the hot steamy shit was left in open air now that no water was covering it. Emily slowly inhaled it through her nose, with each second that passed, she felt herself becoming wetter and wetter, until her lungs were as full as possible.

She breathed out slowly, trying not to be obvious that she was basking in the smell.

To her surprised delight, the next breath was even stronger smelling. She was in heaven, the continual plops from her aunt meant this was a monstrous dump. Emily couldn’t wait to see it.

After sitting there waiting for what felt like forever, her aunt finally announced she was done.

Standing up, Emily locked her eyes on the dirty asshole ahead. Her aunt moved to pull up her underwear, since there was no way to clean herself.

Before Emily could even think about it, she stopper her aunt from pulling her underwear, and said “Allow me”

Using both hands, she spread the huge cheeks apart, her aunt stumbled forward to lean on the sink and allow better access.

Emily felt her heart racing as the big white ass loomed ahead of her, the dark crack spread wide with her prize in the center.

She dove in with lust, her head blocking the light out from the asshole, the closer she got, the darker it became, yet she could still see the thick brown shit that plastered her aunts anus.

She opened her mouth and pressed her salivating tongue hard against the shit caked asshole.

She gagged as her taste buds were exposed to the bitter, earthy poo. But she didn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop this time.

She dragged her tongue across Lisa’s asshole, expertly maneuvering her tongue to scoop up as much waste as possible as she went.

Her tongue had a thick layer of shit by the time she reached the other side.

Her pussy was about to explode as she drew her tongue back inside, Emily’s face became blank, all thought was absent from her mind, except one command she had instructed her body bursa escort kızlar with.

Swallow.

With a loud “Glukkk” Emily did exactly that. Time slowed to a snail’s pace as she felt it, the wad of shit had entered her throat, and she felt every ripple of it as it made its way inevitably into her stomach. She shuddered with complete disgust, now allowing other thoughts to enter her mind, she couldn’t believe what she had just done. Her brain urgently wanted to empty her stomach, but when she closed her eyes and imagined that brown slug of shit splashing into her stomach, it seemed to cause a ripple down to her pussy that went off like a grenade.

The act of even swallowing the shit almost made her spontaneously orgasm.

She opened her eyes and wanted more, as she sat for a moment, she reached inside her mind and switched off all her rationale, all her logic. She made a point to let her lust take over now, her pussy was in control.

Her aunt was in disbelief, gripping the sides of the sink, she thought she must have died and gone to heaven.

Emily looked forward with hunger, at the shitty asshole that awaited her.

She licked once more, savoring the taste of shit, less was on her tongue this time, so swallowing was much easier… yet less erotic.

She wanted even more.

Once the asshole was clean on the outside, she planted her lips on her aunt’s anus and sucked.

She was trying to suck more poo from the anus and was delighted to feel a small amount of fresh shit slide into her mouth; about the same amount she collected when she first swallowed.

Without delay, she gulped it down, feeling the hot slick poo slide into her stomach, she was becoming drunk with lust now.

She again sucked on the asshole, even harder this time. Yet barely any remnants remained inside.

She disappointedly gave up this endeavor, and with a “POP”, allowed her lips to part from the now clean asshole it had just sucked clean.

Her pussy was now on fire, she needed more, and so turning around, looked into the toilet.

Her eyes fell upon a humongous pile of shit, thick turds melting together into a brown heap.

She leaned ahead and took a deep whiff.

Emily then came so hard she almost knocked herself out on the toilet rim.

She screamed and bucked as her pussy squirted all over the floor, she lay thrashing in a puddle of her own juices, wave after wave of pleasure enveloped her like never before.

The primal act she had performed was unlike anything many others could ever hope to experience. Any sense of shame or hesitation had gone out the window, all she wanted in this moment was the pleasure she was now experiencing.

It took a good minute to come to her senses. Blurry eyed she looked up at the biggest smile she had ever seen on her aunt’s face.

“My god darling, that was the most amazing feeling I have ever had in my life” Lisa said down to Emily.

“Hnghhhh” Emily could hardly reply, exhausted, but smiling back.

Emily hurriedly collected her thoughts as she realized she was freezing, she quickly used a towel to dry herself off, noticing how sticky she was all over.

Her aunt didn’t have such problems, being much cleaner now that her ass was thoroughly tongued out, removing any trace of shit. Lisa simply got dressed and left the bathroom.

Emily managed to get warmed up eventually, the smell of her own pussy and her aunt’s shit clinging to her skin for the rest of the day, with no water to wash herself clean.

Emily didn’t feel the same creep of shame return as she had done before, she simply felt at peace now. Even smirking and giggling at herself when remembering the absurdity of what she had done.

Sharing looks with her aunt as they made eye contact throughout the day, as if both knowing now that there was no turning back.

That night Emily could hardly sleep. Replaying the scenes in her head again and again. Her pussy was throbbing as she lay still, trying to feel the shit in her stomach. She remembered the sensation of her aunt’s shit making its way down her throat and wanted to do it again.

Emily tried to reason with herself to stay in bed. But she knew it was a losing battle.

She gave in, and shivered as she made her way quietly into the bathroom. Closing the door, she knelt and opened the toilet lid. Greeting her was the fat turds from earlier. She was disappointed to find there was hardly a smell to them now that they had cooled off.

Gently touching them with her fingers, she sighed with sadness at the cold hardness of them. This wasn’t right, she needed fresh turds.

Her pussy ached for them however, and so she simply worked with what she had.

She grasped a thick turd and brought it out of the bowl in front of her face.

Rubbing herself, she admired it, the cracks, the color, the slight sticky texture.

She brought it to her lips, and as if giving the turd a blowjob, shoved it in her mouth. She rubbed herself harder and closed her jaw, taking a huge bite.

The turd beyond her teeth fell back into the bowl, leaving a mouthful inside her gob. She moaned as it melted onto her tongue, exhaling out her nose, she could now appreciate the taste of it.

She felt it was still missing something though, yes… the warmth, the stench. This was just depressing to her.

As if on cue, the door swung open, Emily shot her head to look in surprise, her aunt was standing in the doorway.

“You know darling, all you have to do is ask, and I can give you all the fresh shit you want.” Lisa said with a smirk.

Emily was so caught off guard she almost choked on the mouthful of shit but managed to cough it out into the toilet.

She replied with a big brown smile.

Emily gave up and left the bathroom to follow her aunt back to the bedroom.

She wondered if her aunt minded the smell of shit that was now emanating from Emilys mouth but supposed that she enjoyed knowing Emily was constantly tasting it throughout the night.

They lay there together, embracing each other.

Lisa finally spoke.

“Next time I need to poo, would you like me to make you eat all of it?”

Emily was still entranced by the thought of her aunt’s fresh turds, so replied. “Every last bite”.

“Careful what you wish for” Lisa whispered back.

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“Eureka!” cried Hank as he rushed into the lavish bedroom, still in his lab coat.

“What now, did you discover another cure for erectile dysfunction? Though, God knows, you’ve never had a problem with that.” said Jan, teasingly. She was sitting on the bed, removing her boots, having obviously just flown in the open window and regained her normal size. She was dressed in a black vinyl cat suit – the latest addition to her large selection of super-hero garb – that clung to her body like a second skin and accentuated her curvaceous figure. Like many women in the super hero trade, Jan was very well endowed. Large breasts, a thin waspish waist and ample hips, with a perfect ass. She knew the effect her clothes had on men, good and bad, and used it easily – like another super power.

“No, this is incredible, a real breakthrough. Finally.” Hank stood in the doorway looking her up and down.

“Fascinating. Please, do continue,” said Jan, crossing the room and putting her arms around Hanks neck, pulling him in to a dangerously provocative kiss.

“Watch this!” Hank reluctantly pulled away from Jan’s embrace and stepped into the middle of the enormous boudoir. His hand skittered over the controls on a wrist mounted device and a soft blue light surrounded his body for a moment. At first nothing seemed to happen.

“Are you getting bigger?” As Jan scrutinized the handsome young scientist his lab coat was slowly growing tighter about his muscular chest. When she looked back into his eyes, he was noticeable taller than his usual six-foot frame. This was surprising since she had only ever seen him shrink down to ant-size before.

“I’ve not only cracked the growth problem, Jan, I’ve mastered gradual control. I can grow as little or as much as I want, incrementally. See?” Hank suddenly shot up to nearly eight feet in height. The subsequent increase in his volume and mass ripped the lab coat and his shirt into rags dangling from his massive frame. He pulled them off, standing sheepishly in just his elastic boxer briefs – treated, like Jan’s costume, with unstable molecules so that they would conform to any change in size they encountered.

“Oh my God, sweetie, that is so Hot!” Jan said, her eyes roaming the contours of his obviously larger package, now nearly at her eye level. Both her hands had gone up to her mouth. Hank looked concerned and reflexively shrunk back to his normal size.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Jan stepped forward and put her hands on his shoulders. As she looked up, locking eyes with him, her breathing quickened, her breasts rose and fell provocatively behind tight black vinyl. She licked her lips. “Hank, I hope this doesn’t freak you out. I know you are thinking about the applications of this new ability for science and in the super hero world, and that’s great. But I just can’t help some of the other, kinkier ideas, that are quickly coming to mind, and they are making me so wet. You know how I feel about cock. That was half the reason we hooked up at first – your big thick ten-inch dick. Nerd or not, you are great in bed, always have been. But this new growing ability; this poses some really hot possibilities. I mean, every part of you grows too, right. Oh. My. God.”

Hanks mind raced back to the first time he had met Jan – at a Frat Party at MIT. For some reason she was the only woman in attendance that night – and what a woman. She was the hottest girl Hank had ever seen. A face similar to Scarlet Johansen – beautiful, striking green eyes, large pouty lips, all promise and sex. And her ebony locks cascading down her bare shoulders and pooling about her magnificent bust – all cleavage in that tight short perfect black dress. Hank remembered it all. Jan wasn’t even a student at MIT, she just had a ‘thing’ for nerdy guys, apparently. Lots of drinking and heavy flirting finally resulted in Jan getting gang-banged by all seventeen of Hanks’s Frat Brothers in attendance that night.

“She’s lucky it wasn’t a weekend, when the number would’ve been well over one hundred horny Frat Brothers.” Hank noted how arousing that thought was, especially since he knew she would have loved that even more. He could still see her, that first time, languishing naked on the couch in the center of the common room holding a martini glass full of cum, while all seventeen of his buddies circled her, masturbating, ejaculating all over her body and face while she laughed and came herself. She actually came from having cum sprayed on her – any part of her. And apparently, the more the better. He himself had cum on her three times that night – always all over her perfect breasts.

She had been a sloppy mess at the end, and she just loved it – but not as much as Hank had. He had found the perfect girl for his ultimate “experiment.” He still saw her lying there with both hands thrust between her lovely splattered legs – her back arched, rivulets running down her displayed breasts, her head tilted back, mouth open escort bursa in pure ecstasy as she writhed and shuddered, slippery with sperm. Then she drank some of the cum from her glass and poured the rest all over her upturned face. What a woman. Better than any porn cum queen he had ever seen on-line, and he had seen them all. That had been her first bukkake; it would not be her last if Hank had anything to say about it – and very soon he did, because somehow, even with all the other men in the room that night, she had been interested in him. Maybe she has sensed his deep affliction and recognized how it dove-tailed with her own. He didn’t know.

What he did know was that Jan loved cock, but she loved cum much more. A large part of why she had stayed with such a nerdy science-type as Hank, (aside from his fortune, large thick cock and his making her into a super hero), had been Hank’s total acceptance of her voracious sexual appetites. In fact, he had encouraged them. He was frequently arranging sexual liaisons between his horny voluptuous beauty and increasingly larger groups of specially selected men. All of them franticly group fucking her, as many at once as she could handle and being serviced by her oh-so-sexy mouth – and always ending in larger and larger circle jerks where everyone was expected to shower her naked writhing body with every drop of their sperm. The more she bathed in it the more she herself would come. Hank always kept the honor of being the last man standing over her, adding his above average amount of ejaculate to her white-washed body – shivering in ecstasy, long after everyone had left. What Hank absolutely wanted, needed, was to see her see her whole body absolutely, completely covered in glistening white sperm. But always these sessions fell far, far short of his ultimate goal.

He had been ‘conditioning’ her with ever-growing groups of guys, slowly, not because she was unwilling, far from it, but because of the sheer logistics of getting that many appropriate men together at the same time. She was an exceptionally easy sell. Everyone he had ever asked to participate was immediately interested, once they saw her nude pictures on his phone. But the screening process – making sure they were all ‘clean’: no criminal record, no STDs, good looking, well hung, not crazy, not stalkers…. The list went on and on. Luckily, once someone had participated, they were always ‘up’ for as many sessions as Hank could arrange. But it took time, usually a week or more for each. And although he had been arranging them for almost three months now, he was barely up to fifty ‘participants’. Too slow. His prime goal was a group of three hundred, all at one time.

He had done the math. Once this incredible and difficult goal had been achieved she could have, literally, gallons of spunk all over her. Obscuring her lovely face, coating her magnificent breasts till her nipples were no longer visible. Glazing her entire body in a gloss of pearly white cum. No more one or two Martini Glasses filled with the stuff, that many cocks would supply all that he needed to fulfill his ultimate fantasy. Just the thought of that could make his cock as hard as diamond.

This was Hank’s secret. His perverse fetish that had overwhelmed him ever since he had been a young teen and seen his first Bukkake film on the internet. It had totally mesmerized him. He had never been sure why. But, he had been pursuing the goal of seeing a super-massive Bukkake enacted – on this greatly enhanced scale, upon the body of a gorgeous, buxom, sexy woman – his entire life. It had become his absolute obsession – the most important thing in his life. And ever since he had met Jan, he had acquired the potential to create just that. It thrilled him completely to visualize his beautiful Jan in that extreme position. The porn films he watched always stopped far too short. There were some things in life where more was absolutely better, and Bukkake was definitely one of them. The bigger the better, with no upward limit. He often envisioned entire bathtubs filled with glistening spunk, with sexy Jan languishing within. A five-person hot tub filled with thick bubbling creamy white, with Jan disappearing into the depths. Swimming pools glossed over in warm pearl jam, as Jan did the breast-stroke, swimming the length of it, and climbing out coated in thick alabaster, her gorgeous body completely obscured. His imagination, where his fetish was concerned, was boundless.

This was a point of concern for Hank, as he sometimes wondered if his precious Jan was truly safe with him, under these conditions. But, be that as it may, Hank had spent a lot of his personal fortune getting Jan ready for his ‘experiment’ as he called it, and there was no way he could turn back now. Especially with this new Growth Technology development. This could speed up his timetable considerably. Possibly it might even happen today. Right now. Hank felt his heart skip a beat at görükle escort the prospect.

He knew that the idea excited Jan as well. Often he had described his Gang-Bang Bukkake fantasies about her, in graphic detail. It had always left her panting with lust and needing as much sex as humanly possible, immediately. She would be ready, and if not, she would just have to deal.

Soon, she had shared with Hank her little secret as well. How she had grown up well off as well as well endowed. For as long as she could remember, her rich parents had hosted large ‘Dinner Parties’ that lasted late into the night, several times per week. She had always been forbidden to attend the ‘after parties’ – “Too young for such wickedness.” Her Mother had always said, as the dozens of guests would retire into the large adjacent Ballroom and seal the doors shut. But Jan was curious, and by the time she was eighteen she had found a way to investigate.

She had found an attic alcove in the main mansion that opened to a service platform, directly above the high circular ceiling of the Ballroom. She had removed one of the light fixtures during the day, and could now see down into the whole expanse of the lavish room, through the hole. She had seldom been allowed into the Ballroom, at that point, but she was not prepared for the scene that unfolded below her, within it. At first it was just gross, all these naked ‘old people’, but gradually it became interesting — her parents secret life finally revealed. As she watched, dozens of men and women, some naked, some in exotic lingerie or leather, clustered in groups around the Ballroom. There were backless love-seats, settees and opened futons arranged in a large circle around the floor. Every group had a single beautiful woman in the center surrounded with three or more eager men, this seemed kinky to Jan, but it made sense. Her own forays into sex with boys had been consistently not awesome. The idea of three or more huys at once was exciting to the young woman. So, even though they were all grown-ups, it was still fascinating to watch. Jan noticed that in the center of the circle of all the couches and settees was a large circular bed like a dias, and the naked woman in its center was by far the most beautiful of them all. Raven haired and very busty, it took Jan a moment to realize that this was her Mother. There were at least a dozen men surrounding her, their penises sticking right out, touching and kissing her all over. One was kneeling between her legs thrusting wildly. So this was kinky sex. Interesting.

Jan watched for at least an hour. The sounds and even the smells were strangely exciting. This was the big secret. As she continued to watch, men kept leaving the woman they were servicing and racing over to a medium sized crystal punchbowl on a table near the dias. They would touch themselves and then shoot sperm into the bowl, then move on to another beauty. After a while the bowl got about half full and all the sex came to an end. Everyone gathered around her Mother, still lying on the round bed, and performed a kind of ceremony with everyone chanting and walking around the bed while her Mother slowly, lasciviously rolled and wriggled on the bedsheets in a horizontal dance. The man she recognized as her father lifted the punchbowl and held it over his head. Jan’s Mother laid on her back and pressed her large breasts together with both hands. She arched her back, threw her head back and brought her knees up as he slowly poured the milky white fluid all over her. On her breasts, on her face, all over her. She writhed in it and cried out alarmingly. At first Jan thought she was dying, but on closer inspection, the woman really seemed to be enjoying it. All the people chanting called her the Goddess of Cum, over and over as she kept moaning and wiggling. Soon, the rest of the women crept up and began licking the cum from her curvaceous body. It took a while since there was so much white stuff. That was enough. Jan crept back to her room but on the way, she realized that her pussy was soaking wet.

Jan had watched her parents a lot after that. It was different almost every time – costumes, dildos, clamps, S&M, water tanks. Often, it was just fifty men and her Mother. No other women. That was always messy, and afterwards her Mom would lay there, covered in white slime with no one to lick it off her, spasming and orgasming all night long. Jan wasn’t sure if it was this lifestyle that she had grown up in that had made her so unresponsive to ‘normal’ sex. She guessed that she had inherited more than big breasts from her Mom. She soon discovered that sperm made her cum as well. Guess she was a Cum Goddess too. Oh, well….

So that was Jan’s twisted secret. Born into a sex cult. Probably abused as a beautiful busty, young girl by many of the men who regularly visited her Mother. Hank knew it was unfortunate for her, but, it was what it was. Nothing to do about it. And it was fortunate for him. Jan was his ultimate dream-girl. She was into the very fetish that enslaved him, and the fact that she was so very sexually arousing had been an enormous bonus. But the best asset the girl had, by far, was her physical reaction to sperm. She loved it, true enough, but she had every reason to. It made her cum. She didn’t seem to enjoy coital sex that much (always disappointed by the lack of sensation in her vagina, unless the man was exceptionally hung). But cum was magic to her. It didn’t matter if it was pouring into her mouth, shooting up her ass, spattered all over her sexy face or squirted deep into her womb, it triggered her orgasms better than anything else she knew, And the more the better – she seemed to have no upward limit. Hank was manically driven to test that theory, absolutely.

If he was totally honest, this had been the entire motivation for his intense pursuit of the size-changing technology that had made him rich and both he and Jan into super heroes. Hank had fantasized hundreds of times about having her shrink down, as they both could now do, to a single inch in size and lying there naked as he knelt above her and masturbated. His ejaculate at that size would be like a relentless fire hose of spunk – engulfing her beautiful body entirely. Drowning her in thick, white goo. That would certainly test her upward limits and possibly even satiate his overwhelming desire. But he doubted even that would be enough.

This thought had been the driving force in his months of endless shrinking technology research. But it finally bore fruit. He had been ecstatic and could not wait to share it with Jan. Unfortunately, when he invited her to actually try this kinky use of their powers, she balked at the idea – the size proportional difference was just too great, and far too dangerous for her at such a small size. She said, although interesting, it made her feel far too vulnerable. His lust for this had been so fierce that he had considered forcing it upon her, but his feelings for the woman prevailed. There were times when his ‘addictions’ made him fear for his sanity. So he had settled for helping her to join him as a super hero and to subjecting her to ever-growing, bigger and bigger Bukkake sessions. It had been very disappointing.

But now, his long term plan could finally be achieved. The growth technology had worked and it could be easily fine-tuned and incremental, unlike the shrinking, which only allowed for one massive step – down to one-inch height. Now, If only he didn’t scare her off. He must proceed very carefully so as not to make her feel too vulnerable. Then again, maybe vulnerable was exactly what was called for here, right now, in their bedroom. The thought made his cock thicken.

“I… see what you mean. Sounds very exciting.” said Hank, glowing blue and growing again until he was towering over her at eight feet tall again. He gently grabbed her shoulders with his larger hands and, turning her, pulled her tight up against him. He had to crouch a bit so his hardening cock would press between the cleft of her ass. He bent forward, kissing her long neck and reaching deftly between her large breasts to undo the full-front zipper. He knew she wore nothing at all beneath the black vinyl cat suit, so he slowly glided the zipper down her body until it was far below her navel.

“Mmmmm, Mr. Johnson, you’re getting so big.” she whispered.

“It gets much, much bigger.”

Jan’s breath quickened noticeably as she felt Hank’s whole body slowly begin to expand uniformly behind her amidst a dim blue glow. He stopped at nine feet tall this time. He turned her as if weightless and stepped out of his boxer briefs revealing a huge totally shaved hard-on, now fifteen inches in length and as thick as her forearm. His naked testicles hung there like two tennis balls in a pouch. The thought of what was to come had given him the hardest erection of his life.

“That’s the largest cock… I’ve ever seen.” Jan’s voice was breathless with lust. She hadn’t yet peeled off the skintight black vinyl but the widening gap of the open zipper revealed a provocative glimpse of her swaying breasts underneath as she moved slowly forward. His body was so large now that she just had to bend slightly at the waist to reach him. Grasping his impressive cock in both hands (it took both to fully encircle), she guided it to her parting lips. The tip was now as large as a good sized plum but she was able to engulf it with her practiced mouth, slowly sliding it toward her throat. It was just too big to deep throat, which had never happened to Jan before, so she contented herself with sliding the large head in and out of her hot wet mouth, again and again, as far in as she could, then sucking and licking as she slid it back out. Only a few inches of the large prick actually entered her, the rest of the shaft she held in both hands. Hank watched Jan’s efforts with keen interest, his over-large hands caressing her breasts through the vinyl fabric making her nipples protrude visibly. He tucked one hand under and eased one glorious globe free, rolling and tweaking her engorged nipple with his thick fingers. Her breast seemed small in his hand now.

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Context: Trevor is beginning to explore his desire for piss. He has booked a run-down motel for the weekend to experiment.

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Finally arriving at the motel he had booked, Trevor had fully come to accept that he was badly turned on by pissing. Wetting himself in the parking lot had felt phenomenal, if a bit embarrassing. He wasn’t keen to repeat the involuntary public pissing — he had simply misjudged his capacity there — but he had loved the feeling of total desperation and emptying himself somewhere he wasn’t supposed to. With that in mind, he chugged the last of his water bottles before heading to the front desk to check in.

Checking in under a false name and paying with cash was easy. The woman at the front desk smiled at him warmly, either not noticing his wet jeans or pretending not to notice. He briskly made his way down the hall to his allocated room and saw immediately that it was exactly what he had wanted: a cheap, run-down room with old crappy furnishings and pre-stained carpet. He wouldn’t feel bad about peeing here.

The room contained a twin bed with a stained bursa escort bayan cream comforter and two flat pillows, with a ripped fabric headboard pressed up against the wall. Across the room from the bed was a single brown upholstered seat and a small wobbly table with guest information taped down in a laminated sheet. The curtains were a shabby faded green, matching the flattened green carpet under his feet. The attached ensuite bathroom had a matching chipped toilet and sink with mysterious yellow and brown stains — no problem, he wouldn’t be needing that anyway.

He didn’t need to pee badly, but his bladder was fairly full already and he was the horniest he had ever been. Just looking around the room and picturing draining his bladder on any of the items around him was causing his cock to swell and strain against his jeans. He decided he would soon head out to find a local establishment to eat dinner; but where should he pee first? He recalled how horny he had been after inserting his cock behind the bed to piss at the conference hotel, and how good it had felt to relieve himself in the bundled up towels bursa escort sitesi at home; let alone the sheer ecstasy of pissing and cumming inside Emma. He decided he wanted to piss into something again and looked around the room for a suitable receptacle.

He decided on the upholstered brown seat. It had a perfect tight slot right where the back and side were joined, ready to accept his pee. He knelt down on both knees and freed his painfully hard penis from his jeans. Gently but with great excitement, he pushed himself forwards into the cushions of the seat. His cock was tightly enveloped, and he was harder than he ever thought possible. He thrusted a few times but stopped quickly when he realized he was already approaching orgasm, and began to relax his muscles to release his bladder.

Pee began to rush out of him and soak deep into the seat. The feeling of his warm urine flooding out around his penis and soaking away into the foam and fabric was overwhelming, and he couldn’t hold back a loud moan. He kept peeing for a few minutes, gently thrusting a few times and picturing exactly how it felt to piss inside Emma. His stream was powerful and long, but the seat absorbed his entire bladder.

Finally he was done, and as he pulled backwards to exit the couch he realized he was on the brink of orgasm. One final thrust back into the soaking, wet, warm inside of the couch was enough to push him over the edge, and his quivering cock shot out huge pumps of cum as his orgasm flowed through his body. He moaned loudly and collapsed backwards onto the carpet, stars in his eyes and jolts of pleasure still coursing through him.

A small dribble of liquid dripping out of the couch’s joint was the only sign of what he had done. After taking a moment to compose himself, he got to his feet and began stripping down to change out of his wet jeans. He realized he may have made a miscalculation in his packing — he had only brought one other set of clothes. He was going to have to be careful not to push his limits too far, because if he ended up wetting his clothes again he was going to have a very long wet drive home tomorrow.

After changing, he hung his wet jeans and underwear up in the shower to dry, quickly chugged a glass of water from the bathroom tap to begin filling his bladder again and headed down to the foyer. He chatted to the receptionist briefly, and she recommended a local diner just down the road. He thanked her, and left in the direction of the diner.

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