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This story is fiction but based on my fetishes of chastity, hot wife, cream pies and humiliation. if these arent your bag then move on please.

It had finally happened.

We had talked, well I had hinted, about it for so long. I had bought four different versions of them to try to find the one, but I really wanted my wife to choose one.

I even had one break on me. Wearing it in the living room, the acrylic ring snapped and gave our cat such a scare she leapt up and I gave out such a scream!

Previous times I had worn them was my choice, or suggestion. Never had I been told to wear it.

This particular Friday night, I came home from work, and as usual kicked off my shoes, before heading upstairs to give my wife a kiss as she finished off the last few minutes of her work day.

As I went into her office, I noticed a package sitting on her desk. After an unusually sensual kiss (was I going to get lucky?) for this time of day, she said “that’s for you. Go put it on.”

I opened the box to find a chastity cage. Her own choice. Not one I had bought but one from her. That in itself was making my cock stir. I needed to calm down if I ever hoped to get it on.

Another sensual kiss, and she ushered me out to complete my task.

We have been together now for over ten years, no kids, and we both keep ourselves in good shape. My wife, Jen, more so. She is 5ft 4, with an amazing ass, gorgeous legs and the perkiest pair of tits that I have ever had the pleasure of seeing and enjoying!

I’m not the smallest, more being a bit of a grower. Over the last ten years of us being together, chastity and humiliation had grown into our sexual arsenal. Winter cock, cocklet, and other words and then more frequently a little finger wiggle, including that one time as she met my work colleagues. Jen is 15 years my junior, and at 30 years old is a gorgeous sexy woman. I was and still am definitely batting above my league when we got together. My colleagues asked her if it was my bank balance or what was between my legs that attracted her to me. Her comment turned me on so much – he’s got no money and then the finger wiggle. Anyone not in the know – that indicates a tiny dick.

When we got home that night, she grabbed my balls and asked if I enjoyed her telling my colleagues about the tiny thing in her hand. I groaned my enjoyment. My cocklet straining from the inch and half stub it was to the seven inch hardness in her hand. She didn’t stop at that but as she slowly wanked me, pondering out loud which of the guys had the biggest hardest cock and would I like to watch as she rode it. My cock twitching at her naughty wonderings.

I had always wanted Jen to be more naughty than I can satisfy. The thought of her doing just those things were my ultimate fantasy, as long as she comes home and tells me all, or even better doing right in front of me.

So anyway back to my struggle. Turned on with my wife’s present and trying to squeeze my growing cock into its cage. I was shaved, as was my wife. Only fair if I want her pussy shaved for my enjoyment as I please her with my tongue that she bursa escort has the same hairless access to my cock and balls.

The metal ring went easily around my balls and the base of my cock. I took some of our lube and spread it inside the cage. Forcing my cock into the metal cage, and then dragging the cage back to meet its ring, I groaned as I finally got everything in place. The lock in place to stop everything falling apart but open. I wanted Jen to close and lock me up finally.

As she did, Jen let me know she was heading out with friends for the night, and that she would be wearing the key all night on her necklace. I had to decide what her answer would be. Should she tell them that her tiny cocked husband was all locked up and that she was looking for a real man and cock to satisfy her or not?

Even just hearing her ask that, had my cock straining to be free. Aching in the metal constraints of the cage. I couldn’t believe my ears as I answered her. Had I really just said that. “Yes!” I groaned.

That night I was given such a show of her getting ready. Perched on our bed watching her transforming from her work persona to her sexy fuck me persona!

Stockings slowly and sensuously pulled up each leg. Tiny little black skirt just hiding her ass. Her tight fitting blouse accentuating her sensual curves. Her perky tits sitting proud and demanding your attention. If I could I would have ripped her clothes off and enjoyed her repeatedly. As it was that night, I was just tortured beyond belief.

A delightful pair of fuck me heels finished her outfit. “Don’t wait up for me darling, oh on second thoughts yes you should. I hope to have another present for you and I won’t be needing these!” She handed me her panties.

My mind whirring as she kissed me hungrily. I was horny thinking about what both of our nights would be.

So many questions unanswered as she left to get in the back of her Uber.

Where was she going?

Was she really going out with any panties?

Who with? Her friends? Which ones?

What was she her plan?

Would she be as naughty as she hinted at?

Would she be as naughty as our fantasies had taken us to?

When would she get back?

My phone pinged as I contemplated all these.

“Just to let you know tonight I’m turning off my location to add to your mental intrigue as to where I am, or who I’m with! I will turn it back on after this weekend.”

We’ve shared location all these years and other than occasional phone issues this has never been willing turned off. Until now.

If I thought my mind was a mess before that text, now I was in utter turmoil.

I had wanted this. I had pushed and pushed. Had emails saying she liked the fantasies but didn’t want to do anything else. That I shouldn’t push her as I may not actually want what I’m suggesting. And yet I had continued to push.

Wearing my own cages, buying strap on cocks to wear and fuck her with. Asking how she was enjoying her new lovers cock. Begging her to sit on my face afterwards to clean her married used cunt from his cum.

She bursa eskort used to cum so hard during those sessions but never once did she sit on my face or force me to clean her.

And now she had started this Friday night with everything I had wanted. Me wearing her cage, going out with me not knowing where or who with. How would it end.

I couldn’t settle at all. I still had the panties in my hand from when Jen left.

TV not providing any distraction, I power up the laptop, my go to when I’m alone – humiliation porn. The thought of me being one of those guys a real turn on for me. Even more so now I was caged with no chance of escape tonight. The only key around Jen’s neck wherever she was.

My caged cock twitching as the Mistresses on the screen dominate and humiliate their subjects. I wanted that so badly.

My phone pings, another message and my cock twitches as I read it. “Katie asked what the key was for. None of the girls believe my answer. Be a good tiny cocked husband and send me a pic. The drinks are flowing and we are having a whale of a time!”

I stop the video and take a couple of pics. I hope one of them will please her. I pick two and send them both. The first of just my cock in the cage, and the second a full length showing me naked in just the cage.

“Such a good little husband. I’ve made one of them my screensaver for all to see.”

I could almost hear her stressing the little as she wrote that text. I still had no idea where she was, just that she was out with Katie at least. She was single and proud of it, often telling Jen stories of her weekend debauchery.

“Enjoy yourself my love. Can’t wait til you are home and I can hear all about your night”

Nothing more came through and I returned to torturing myself some more with my other favourite porn – cuckold and hot wife.

Settling myself in for the night with a whisky or three I waited for her return. My caged cock reminding me this was exactly what I wanted and I couldn’t do what I really wanted to right now – wrap my hand around my hard cock and relieve my horniness. Nor could I see where my wife was. Everything I wanted was causing me such confusion and intrigue. I wanted this now and to go on for ever but equally I wanted the night over and my Jen home with me.

Eventually struggling to keep my eyes open, I must have fallen asleep on the chair, drink in my hand and porn streaming on the TV.

I’ve no idea what time it was when I was roughly awoken. “Let’s go to bed my cuckold pervert! I have a present for you”

A big loving smile across my wife’s face as I woke.

Up we went for her to demand that I lie on the bed. No delay as she hitched up her dress to show me her wet pussy. “I’ve been waiting for this all night! Clean my dirty cum filled pussy and I may just tell you everything about tonight.”

Oh god.

Had she really done it.

Was I about to clean her fucked pussy?

Was she a hot wife?

Am I now a cuckold?

None of these thoughts did anything to stop my tongue from probing her wetness. Tasting her pussy. Yes it tasted different.

But I lapped and probed. “Get every last drop my little caged cum slut” she moaned.

This only intensified my desire to please her more. I wanted her orgasm, I wanted to clean her totally.

“You don’t want to leave any of his cum in my delicious slutty pussy.”

These taunts only drove me on more. My tongue reaching into her wetness, to taste the mixture of two sets of cum, hers and whoever’s cum I was now tasting. My wish was now being granted. I was being turned into a submissive cum slave. My wife had been naughty while I was caged.

As she sat above me grinding her dirty pussy into my face, she told me about her naughtiness.

“After showing the girls your two pics, the waiter noticed your pic and asked if I wanted a real cock. With how horny I was, I couldn’t resist! I grabbed his cock right there and then. Give me it. The girls cheering me on, only drove me on more. Thinking about your tiny caged cock, and the hopeful monster I had just felt.

Follow me he said, and he led me to the back cellar.

It wasn’t long before I had my hands around his cock, guiding it into my mouth. It wasn’t so thick I couldn’t wait to feel it in my cunt. My dirty married cunt.

Do you like hearing how naughty I was?”

Sitting underneath her, I groaned my approval, my cock straining in its confines. My tongue trying to empty her pussy. Trying to get all her naughtiness. Trying to please her with just my tongue. Change of position as I flicked at her clit bringing moans of pleasure to her as I brought her to a crashing orgasm.

“Drink it all my cum slut.” As her mixed cum juices flooded my mouth and soaking my face. I was in heaven as she continued berating me, and telling more of her sexcapades with the waiters monster cock.

“I was so eager to take his cock, and I didn’t care if anyone heard. FUCK me now. And he did just that. Picked me up, bending me over barrels. He thrust his huge thick COCK deep into the pussy your licking. Can you taste his man meat? Are you enjoying the taste of a real man’s cum? “

I moaned in agreement. I wanted more. More of her story. More of her/his cum.

“He stretched me and filled me like never before. I came soooo many times as he fucked me. Pounding me like the slut you want me to be. You would have loved to watch.

He asked me where I wanted it. I told him to fill my naughty married slutty cunt. I told him to leave you a present.

Would you like me to get more presents for you?”

I couldn’t reply as Jen ground her pussy into my face. I wanted to scream YES.

A second orgasm coursed through Jen’s body as she flooded my face and mouth with her biggest orgasm I’ve ever seen her have.

My cock ached for release. Ached to be hard. Ached to reclaim my wife. Leaking so much I was probably as wet as Jen!

As we lay in bed, Jen’s head on my chest as she mindlessly played with my balls and caged cock, adding to my frustrations, she added “Me and the girls are going out again tomorrow night. Same place. If that waiter wants more, shall I bring him home?”

I groaned as she squeezed and crushed my balls.

“Maybe you can watch, or maybe you want to take his juices from the source? My little man wants to be a cock sucker for me”

More frustrations and episodes to follow.

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I felt a bit awkward as I stepped into the pink solid lace panties and started to pull them up. The first thing I couldn’t help but notice as the panties pulled up around my waist was the soft lace rubbing up against my hardon. The second thing I noticed was the lace seam in the back pulling between my ass cheeks. The soft stretchy lace quickly turned my semi hardon into a full hardon. It has been many years since I had worn form fitting underwear so that whole feeling down below was something completely new to me.

I looked up and saw a floor length mirror in the closet she had sent me into to put the panties on. I couldn’t help but admire my hardon creating a prominent tent against the soft stretchy pink lace. I then spun around and admired the tanga cut with seam pulling between my cheeks. I couldn’t help but reach down and give myself a slight rub up front but had to immediately let go because of the electric sensation it sent through my cock. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before and I was no stranger to jacking off. I had barely let off my cock not wanting to embarrass myself by having to explain to her I had barely got her panties on before I creamed them when I heard a throat clear. I quickly turned to see her standing in the closet doorway watching me with an evil/sexy grin on her face.

“You bad boy.” she said. “Having fun without me.”

“I couldn’t help it.” I said. “I just wanted to see what it felt like.”

She wasn’t having it though. She moved up to me and moved me over further in the closet. She pushed her clothes to the sides of the bar holding up the hangers and I saw a wooden rack behind them with two straps at the top clearly designed to bind someone in place. Before I even knew what was happening, she quickly forced my wrists into the cuffs locking them into place. My hands were now bound over my head, and I was fully at her mercy. I must have looked worried because she smirked at me and said,

“That will keep your hands away from your cock.” She then looked down at my panty clad waist and giggled. “Wow. Looks like someone likes wearing lacy panties. Look at your pecker trying to get free.” I felt the heat start to rise in my face.

“Aww how cute your face is starting to match your panties.” she said coyly as she glanced up at my face. “Don’t be embarrassed baby. You’re not the first guy to discover a love for wearing frilly underwear.” She then reached forward and ran her finger up and down each side of my cock several times. It felt like jolts of electricity going through my cock as she caused the lace to rub my cock along its full length. Then for the cherry on top she moved down and brushed her fingertips across my lace covered balls to stimulate them too. This teasing left my cock aching and throbbing for relief.

“Oh god damn!” I cried.

“Does that feel good baby?” she asked coyly.

“Uh gorukle escort huh.” I whimpered.

Another evil/sexy smirk as she said, “Well now it’s my turn to feel good.”

I then watched as she reached behind her and unzipped the black dress she was wearing. My mouth watered and my cock throbbed as she shimmied out of it leaving her in nothing but a gorgeous black strapless bra and panty set. I instinctively reached forward wanting to touch her only to be held back by the restraints she had placed me in.

She then pulled over a small stool from the corner and sat down on it. She smirked up at me as she spread her legs and said, “Seeing you in those panties had gotten me quite wet. Look what you’ve done to me.” Even though she was wearing dark panties I could see a clear wet spot on the gusset of her panties.

She then plunged her hand down into her panties and began to finger herself. She quickly got into it throwing her head back and softly moaning as she masturbated. I was completely mesmerized watching her masturbate. I was also completely turned on and tormented at not being able to reach my own erection as it started to throb again.

“Mmm…mmmm.” she moaned as she continued to finger herself. Then I watched as her whole body convulsed as she screamed, “Oh fuck!” as her orgasm pulsed through her. The wet spot on the front of her panties suddenly got much larger as she cried out a couple more times. As her orgasm subsided, she looked up at me with a satisfied grin on her face as she panted and tried to catch her breath.

“Wow that was great, I really needed that.” she said grinning at me. She then stood up and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and quickly dropped them down to her ankles before bending down to pick them up. She then held up her wet panties right in front of my nose and I was assaulted by the scent of her womanhood. I didn’t think my arousal could get any higher, but I was wrong. As I inhaled her scent, I felt my cock start to throb and ache inside their pink lacy prison.

“Oh fuck!” I cried as I inhaled her scent.

“You like?” she asked.

“Oh god yes.” I said panting from pent up arousal. “Your scent is so intoxicating.”

Another wicked grin before she said, “Well if you like the scent then you’ll love the taste. Open wide lover boy.” A small part of me was tempted to resist but I was way, and I mean way, too far gone to do that. I knew in the spot I was in the only way I might get some relief was to do what she wanted. So, I dutifully opened my mouth and she proceeded to stuff the wet gusset of her panties in my mouth and my tastebuds were assaulted with the taste of her pussy. This whole situation was completely humiliating and yet completely arousing at the same time. It made no sense.

Once I was gagged, she looked back at my bursa görükle escort panty clad groin area. I followed her gaze down and was surprised to see a spot of precum around the tip of my cock. It was about the size of a quarter and growing. I watched as another drop forced its way through the porous lace before dripping down a bit and being absorbed by the lace.

She slowly shook her head and tutted, “Such a bad boy, getting your panties all wet.” I tried to say something, but then remembered I couldn’t because I had her panties stuffed in my mouth. She giggled as she heard my panty muffled plea.

She then turned back to my erection and cupped her hand around it. I was in heaven as she started to stroke me. She stroked my cock slowly knowing that too much would quickly bring me over the edge. At least half a dozen times she brought me to the edge of blowing only to let off at the last second to allow my arousal to simmer down before continuing. It was wonderful and maddening at the same time. I was by this point desperate to cum and starting to ache but also basking in the sensations her teasing was sending through my cock.

She looked up at me and gazed into my eyes as she opened her mouth and licked her lips in the sexiest way possible. This brought more throbbing to my over inflated cock and balls as she continued to stroke and tease them. After edging me for the umpteenth time she moved down and started gently squeezing my balls. I didn’t think I could get any harder at that point but quickly found out I was wrong. The pressure in my over inflated balls had to go somewhere and that somewhere was down into my cock. My cock felt like a kinked hose ready to burst. And it almost was with a steady stream of precum oozing out of the tip soaking the panties. A dull ache that had started to form as all of our teasing and foreplay began was now becoming a not so dull ache and I could feel sweat starting to form on my body and forehead as I was getting more and more desperate to cum.

Just when I thought I might finally get some relief she let off my balls and let me simmer while she watched me with a wicked grin on her face. She then sat back on the stool she had used to masturbate on and spread her legs again. For the first time I got a full look at her shaved pussy and that sent another jolt of energy into my overenergized groin area. I couldn’t help but notice that even though she had just masturbated her pussy was glistening with her essence again.

“You’ve got me all worked up again.” she said smirking at me. “I’ve got to stop and fix that.” Then just as she was about to plunge her fingers into her pussy she stopped and reached behind her and unclipped the black strapless bra she had on. Another jolt of energy shot through my cock and balls as she tossed her bra aside and I got a look at her big round breasts. I had never thought my cock could explode with no stimulation, but seeing this gorgeous woman now completely naked after watching her masturbate and teasing my cock mercilessly I was beginning to think that it might be a distinct possibility.

I moaned against my panty gag as she again plunged her fingers into her pussy and began to finger herself. I couldn’t help but pull against my restraints as I watched her finger herself to another orgasm. As she calmed down from her second orgasm she stood up and walked up to me as she pulled her fingers out from between her legs. She rubbed her dripping fingers together before dabbing a bit of the essence on my nose. By this point it felt like there was a raging fire in my panties. I couldn’t remember a time I had ever been so hard and desperate to cum. My cock was throbbing almost out of control and both my cock and balls were aching beyond belief. If I could have spoken, I would have begged her to give me some relief.

She clearly saw the desperation in my eyes because after dipping her essence on the end of my nose she smirked at me before looking down at my cock and saying, “I’ll bet this feels like a blimp.”

“Uh huh.” I groaned into my panty gag.

She gave me a sweet smile that sent chills and thrills through my body as she again wrapped her hand around my erection. Slightly faster stroking had my cock tingling and throbbing out of control in seconds, and I moaned into my gag feeling happy that I was finally going to get some relief. More bliss as I felt the pressure start to build and my balls contracting for the final act. I leaned my head back in anticipation of the final act and the pleasure I was about to feel. Then just as I am ready for what must be the best orgasm I have had in a long time SHE STOPPED STROKING!!!

I thought for a split second this was just another edge until I felt my cock twitch weakly about half a dozen times and I looked down and saw a very weak stream of cum oozing out of it. I moved my hips forward in an attempt to reach her hand or anything to give some stimulation, but she quickly stepped back watching me with a look of wicked glee on her face.

As I felt the cum ooze from my groin down my inner thighs, she gave me a cute smirk before saying, “Aww too bad baby. Maybe next time.” She then reached out and smeared the cum all over the front of my panties. She then eyed my cock that was still hard and gave me another sly smile before running her hands up and down it. I moaned against my gag as she stroked fast in a way that just a minute before would have given me a mind-blowing orgasm. Instead, all I got now was more aching in my groin area.

After tormenting me for a few minutes like this she let up and said, “Well I need to clean up after fingering myself twice now.” She then turned to walk out of the closet but stopped at the doorway and turned back to face me. “Don’t go anywhere.” she said before turning again and ducking out the door. As I heard her bathroom door close, and water start to run through the pipes I wondered what was going to happen next.

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In case you missed the tags, this story contains loving cuckoldry, humiliation, and small penis humiliation. If that is not your thing, save your time.

Dave had fallen asleep on the couch’s recliner again. He had been watching a documentary, or an old western, he wasn’t sure. He’d had the TV for background noise while he read. As was his habit around the house, he was nude.

He had been trying to wait up for his wife, the love of his life, Katrina.

When she came in, it was very late. She regarded him for a moment, dozing peacefully. Damn she loved him. She thought about how lucky she was to actually have a soulmate. Many of her girlfriends were not so fortunate. Her husband was tall, built like a bull, kind, and intelligent.

She picked up the book laying on his chest and set it aside. The cerebral nature of what he was reading reaffirmed her thoughts about his intellect.

The couch was against the wall, so she knew it would not tip over. She pulled her panties down from under the sundress she wore and dropped them on the floor. Then, as gently as she could, she stepped up, straddling him with her feet on the couch.

Quickly, before he could wake up, she knelt down, dropping her sex onto his face.

That woke him up. Having his face in her crotch was his favorite place, and she knew it. He responded almost immediately, if groggily, tracing her shaved labia with his tongue lovingly.

Dave could smell the aroma of sex and could taste the hint of it. He noted that her nether lips, normally taut, were distended. He knew what was about to happen when she pressed the flat of her hand against her flat tummy.

He covered her entire mons with his mouth as a voluminous flow of milky fluid flowed out of her, and into him. Good grief, he thought. Between the wrecked condition of her womanhood and the amount of cum he was having to swallow, she must have found a real monster tonight.

He wanted to hear all about it, but first things first. Ladies cum first. Always. When the flow had ebbed, he began lashing her clit, gently out of respect for her tenderness, until she clutched his hair in her hands, moaned passionately, pressed herself more tightly against his face, and covered it with her orgasmic release.

She groaned, “Gawd, I love you.”

“I ov u too.” Muffled, but she understood.

He gently kissed the inside of her thighs, her nether lips, the space above her womanhood, until she was ready again. Then he bathed her bud softly with the flat of his tongue, then lashed it with a pointed tongue, then back again. He continued alternating as another orgasm approached.

Now his big hands grasped one of her bodacious butt cheeks, helping to support her on his face.

Since he drew it out, taking his time building her up, her orgasms were more violent this time, more prolonged. Now she was fucking his face. what little semen had still been within her was washed and expelled out by the completeness of her orgasms.

After this, she tapped his arm, to let him know she was finished.

Again, he thought, she must have really gotten it good tonight. Normally she wanted at least to have a dozen of his cunnilingus cums.

She lay on the couch facing him, resting her head on his naked thigh.

As she reached for his incredibly turgid cock, he spoke, “Wow, it must’ve been really good this time?”

She fondled him lackadaisically, “How could you tell?

It took him a moment to respond. He was lost in the pleasure of her touch, “Not being mean, but he tore your snatch UP, and either he did you more than once, or he came a gallon. Was he big?”

She smiled groggily. The fantastic fucking and the beautiful cunnilingus had her spent, and she was struggling to keep her eyes open, “Biggest I ever saw… he was huge, and perfectly shaped. He was really nice, too…”

“Are you… ungh… gonna see this one again?”

Her hand fell away. She was out like a light. He sighed, his penis head flaring as if wondering where she went. Dave pulled a blanket from the back of the couch to cover her. Then he picked up his book as a distraction until his dick would allow him to sleep.

He awakened to the aroma of frying bacon and brewing coffee. Two of his favorite things. Its not that she did not normally cook for him, but after she got laid, he could depend upon some pampering for awhile.

He got up and walked quietly into the kitchen. She had her back to him at the stove. She was nude now also. He watched the way her beautiful ass moved with appreciation. He noticed there were large handprints on both cheeks where someone, not him, had gripped her tightly while fucking her.

When she sensed his presence and turned to smile at him, he saw the deep purple hickies on her breasts and throat.

His cock was hard as steel again.

Her voice was sweet, “Aww, widdle Davey is happy to see me, isn’t he?”

She loved him dearly and could never do anything to really hurt him. But she had learned long ago, when Casibom Giriş they had first begun dating, that he LIKED to be humiliated. When she had made some innocently sarcastic remark at his expense, he would blush furiously… but his dick would get hard, and his breath would become ragged.

If they were making love, he would ask if he was pleasing her. If she said yes, trying to boost his ego, there was no change. He kept asking, and one night on a whim, frustrated with the questions, she had spouted off, “Well, it’d be better if you knew how to fuck.”

She had been surprised when he had cum immediately, even sooner than his usual two minutes. She loved him so much that his inability to make her cum with his dick was something she could live with. She would have accepted it anyway… but the fact that he absolutely loved eating her out, and always made her cum that way, was an incredible plus. She had been shocked the first time he had dropped down and licked her to orgasm after filling her with his sloppy jizz. He refused to let her go unsated. She knew how lucky he was.

As she placed his breakfast in front of him, she reflected. His being a cuckold was his fault. It had been his idea.

She wanted to drop to her knees and take his manhood in her mouth… she wanted to blow him while he ate to thank him for how much he loved her.

But she resisted. She had learned that after she had gotten laid, he had an innate desire to be punished. He wanted her to deny him any relief because she’d had to go outside their marriage to get fucked properly. So, she would wait. In a week or so, she would either go down on him or mount him and ride him to an all too quick orgasm. Then feed it to him.

For that week, he would be insatiable. Every opportunity he got, anytime she would let him, he would devour her til SHE came.

And she could be safe in the knowledge that he was not masturbating to get relief. He did not want relief, no matter how much he NEEDED it… he wanted to be punished for his sexual ineptitude.

It had been after a failed intercourse session that he had fallen beside her and groaned, “We need to talk… I cannot do this anymore.”

Tears had welled up in her eyes. She was incredibly frustrated… to top off her sacrifice of her own sexual needs, he was going to leave her??

“D-do what?”

He had spoken in a whisper, “I cannot keep letting you do without for my sake. Damnit, you are a young woman, Kat. You deserve to be made love to properly, and I obviously cannot do it. I love you and will always be here for you. But you deserve better.”

He struggled to explain, but in the end, he gave her a hall pass. A permanent hall pass, as long as she came home to him, and made him hear every detail as punishment.

It had taken a long time, and many conversations, for her to understand that he really, honestly wanted this for HER. That he wanted her to experience what he could not do, and he would not leave.

The first time she had gone out with the girls and let herself be “picked up” clandestinely and fucked silly by a guy with stamina, she had felt incredible guilt. And she always would, every time. But it was assuaged by the response of her loving husband. He never got mad… he was obviously humiliated, but also obviously elated that she had “gotten what she deserved”… and he was getting what he deserved for not being equal to the task.

She eventually stopped trying to soothe his self flagellation over it, realizing that was just part of it for him. He was not depressed or beating himself up… he liked the humiliation. And he truly wanted her to be happy and satisfied.

So it was that as he ate his breakfast, she sat across from him so that he could see her well fucked body, and described in intimate detail all that Aiden had done to her… repeatedly and for a long time each time. How incredible it had felt to be filled beyond what she had believed possible, and how often he had made her cum. How he had never subjugated himself to licking her pussy… he didn’t have to, because he gave her multiple orgasms with his huge, long-lasting, man-sized cock.

She was not being hateful or cruel, at least not intentionally. It was as if she were sharing the experience with a trusted girlfriend.

But it was her husband. And his incredibly turgid dick was leaking a pool of pre-cum on the seat beneath him.

By the time she had finished telling the story, reliving it, she was horny too. When she and Dave had first gotten together, she would never have dreamed of being selfish. But he had worn her down over time and made her understand she deserved pampering and should feel free to “take hers” while denying him.

So, when she backed her chair away from the table, scooted her butt forward, spread her legs and pointed downward with one regal finger, he did not hesitate. He was on his knees enjoying his favorite dessert and giving her several orgasms.

Later Casibom bonus that night as they lay in bed it occurred to him to ask again, “So. Do you plan to see this one again?”

Since that first time, over the period of a couple of years, she had bedded maybe ten different guys, but never more than once. From her condition when she came home, and her demeanor, he suspected that might change.

She blushed, “I had not given it serious thought, but now that you mention it, would it bother you if I did?”

He snuggled her in close, “I don’t think so. I would be okay with it.” What he did not say was that he would be okay with it because it was safer for her.

She kissed him, suddenly a little giddy, “Goody. He really does seem like a nice guy; I think you would like him. And, well, the rest is obvious.”

Katrina ambushed him the following Saturday morning. Waking before him, she mounted his morning wood and waited until he was fully awake. When he was, she began gyrating upon him slowly, trying to make it last as long as possible for him. She had no illusion that he would get her off. Her skills managed three minutes before her beloved husband groaned in orgasmic agony and filled her with his hot cum.

She stayed in place to allow him to savor the sensations. He knew the rules, he had made them. She swung around and planted her sloppy womanhood on his mouth. He was required to clean himself out of her and then make her cum at least twice. She knew it was humiliating for him, and that was part of why he liked it. Not that he ever minded her pussy on his face.

What she demanded occasionally she did now. She took his manhood in HER mouth and gently brought him back to tumescence. Due to his lack of stamina and his near continuous state of arousal, she would make him cum twice more before she was sated herself.

There seemed to be a natural progression in the months to come. At first, Katrina kept going out to the bar with her friends but met up with Aiden after. After Aiden fucked her silly, she always returned home to her husband, sharing the story and the proceeds.

Then she was going out with her friends less often and going to see Aiden more frequently. Then always home to Dave.

Of course, it occurred to Dave that he may be losing her to this other man. Struggling with it, he gave it a lot lf thought. In the end, he chose her happiness over his own… if he lost her, so be it. Besides, she no longer had to vet random guys at bars, which always made him nervous. Everything she shared about Aiden indicated he was not only a great lover, but he was also a good guy. Safe.

Then one night after she had fed her husband the other man’s leavings, she fell next to him in bed and casually stroked his turgid phallus.

She worked up the courage, “Can I ask you something? Can we talk?”

Dave figured this was THE talk. He stammered, “Of course, I understand.”

She didn’t like the sound of that, “You understand WHAT?”

There was silence for quite awhile. “I cannot hold a candle to him. I figured this was coming, and I just want you to be happy. I won’t fight the divorce.”

She suddenly gripped his cock in a death grip. Not quite angry, but aghast, “You get that the FUCK outta your head right fucking now. I ain’t fucking leaving you!”

He squirmed under the pain of her grip. He couldn’t say he did not like it. “Thank God. Wh-what do you want to talk about then?”

She released his member, “Sorry, I hope I didn’t hurt him.”

Dave turned red, “For future reference… he liked it.”

She shook her head and smiled, “I love you; ya perv.”

She sat up, sitting Indian style next to him so she could look him in the eyes. She was not submissive, but lacked the confidence she normally displayed, “I, um… I want you to meet him, maybe have dinner to get to know each other…”

He was a little perplexed, but not averse to the idea, “Okay. Can I ask why?”

It took her a moment to formulate her answer, even though it had been on her mind for awhile. “Well, first, let me tell you some stuff. One is that I have gotten really tired of the bar scene. I don’t want to do that anymore; I don’t want to ‘date’ like that.”

“Okay, I can understand that. I would feel the same way.”

She touched his arm, to increase their connection, “At the same time… you were right. I cannot go back to not having good dick…”

She stopped when he flushed with embarrassment, but then continued, “With penetrative sex type orgasms. You have always taken care of me. But you WERE right.”

He laughed lightly, “Thank you for explaining, but you could have left it at good dick. You know I like it when you’re honest and a little heartless about it.”

She grew more confident with that, “Okay, I need the incredible fucking Aiden gives me, that you obviously can’t.”

She watched his cock pulse, even though he turned beet red.

“But at the Casibom güvenilir mi? same time… I miss YOU every time I am over there. I miss you terribly. So, I was hoping if ya’ll hit it off, maybe he could start coming here when we get together. Do you think that is possible?”

He pulled her to him. That had made him feel very loved. “Well, let’s find out.”

They agreed that she would invite Aiden over the next weekend for dinner. Dave would grill some steaks, and they could sit on the deck by the pool and chat. It was Katrina’s idea to establish up front there would be no sex that day. It should only be about getting to know each other.

Aiden of course had known she was married; she never hid the fact. She had told him that her husband had given her a hall pass and was fully aware of their tryst. He was still nervous about meeting her hubby, making the question of whether she had been completely honest about his consent to another man fucking his wife much more real.

When the doorbell rang, Katrina was in the kitchen prepping the food for the grill. Without thinking, she hollered, “Babe, will you get the door?”

Dave swung the door open and immediately saw the panic in their visitor’s eyes.

Aiden wanted to turn and run. Kat had told him her husband was a big guy. But considering the fact the man could not please his wife, and was willingly being cuckolded, he was expecting someone maybe taller, but out of shape and a doofus. What loomed over him was at least half a foot taller, muscle bound, very fit, with intellect in his eyes. Certainly not a fool. This guy could easily break his 5’8″, medium build frame in half.

Dave intuited all of those thoughts and extended his huge hand for a handshake. “Hello, I’m Dave. Welcome. Katrina is in the kitchen, come on in.”

Aiden walked in, wondering if the big man was going to cave his skull in from behind. He did not do so. When he saw Kat smiling at them both, he relaxed a bit. Maybe he would not die tonight.

They shared a beer or two as Dave grilled their dinner. Dave came to believe Aiden was not an obnoxious prick, and Aiden realized Dave was not a homicidally jealous husband.

Their discussions revealed that they had similar interests… history, travel, golf… and Katrina. They actually liked each other.

In the next few weeks, Dave and Aiden texted jokes back and forth, got together for lunch or a round of golf, they were becoming fast friends.

So, it was not long until Katrina was planning an evening at Aiden’s apartment, and it was Dave who said, “I think we are past that now, aren’t we? You may as well just invite him over here. We have the guest room. That way neither of you has to get up and drive home in the middle of the night.”

She was giddy, “Are you sure? Now I’m as concerned about messing up ya’ll’s friendship as messing with mine with him…”

He held her close, “Not saying I’m not a little discombobulated about ya’ll being in the next room, but yes, I am sure. Its kind of exciting.”

She fondled his erection, “I can see that!”

The “date” was set for the following Friday evening. It was a strange dynamic, but it worked for our trio. Katrina finished cooking dinner while her men watched a game, drank a beer and chatted.

After dinner they all watched an action movie. Katrina insisted they all three sit on a couch, where she sat in the middle. She alternated cuddling with both of the men, casually caressing them both. They returned the favor, but she resisted too personal of a touch. For now, she did not want it to seem like a threesome. She was not sure she would ever get to that point.

After the movie, she took both their hands and dragged them to their bedrooms. At the guest room, she kissed Aiden, saying, “I’ll be back… be ready, baby.”

Then she returned to her husband and dragged him into the master bedroom. She kissed him also, as she was pulling his clothes off. Then she disrobed completely herself.

She pushed him forcefully onto his back on the bed, then quickly climbed onto his face.

She was already soaked with her arousal, but Dave took his time, nuzzling her labia, delving his tongue deeply into her, then sucking her swollen clit into his mouth where he tongue lashed it.

He placed his hands on both her swaying breasts and caressed them, flicking her erect nipples.

Before long she was thrusting her sex onto his face and crying out as her orgasm coursed through her.

Dave’s cock was hard as granite and flexing needily. He loved feeling, hearing, sensing, tasting her orgasms. Nothing turned him on more.

She caught her breath. Looking down into his eyes from between her breasts, she toyed with his hair, “You are so good to me, my love. I absolutely love you giving me a good orgasm on your tongue before fucking. Thank you.”

Then she was gone. Up off the bed and walking out of the room without looking back. He watched her magnificent ass swaying back and forth, and a dollop of pre-cum leaked from his straining shaft. The conflict of feelings was immense.

Katrina had to work to make leaving him seem easy. She did not look back because he would have seen the doubt in her eyes. She knew him well enough to know that the humiliation of his wife being so eager for another man was a huge turn on for him.

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She never thought of herself as kinky.

Kinky, to her was a an ungainly combination of the appalling and the ridiculous. Pretentious youths with too much make up, blotchy tattoos and too many piercings, or dumpy self absorbed people, pushing middle age, looking like overstuffed sausages in skintight outfits. She didn’t see herself in there, the rope bondage seemed pointless and uncomfortable, the role play demeaning, floggers and paddles and clamps… That looked like it would hurt. It didn’t appeal to her at all.

She was, when she bothered to think of herself, quite conservative. She was from a large farming family, full of brothers and sisters. The recklessness that had accompanied puberty had been closely monitored by the elders and busybodies of her small village. Rebellion was little tolerated, and there had been too many chores and too much babysitting to get into much trouble. She’d gotten better marks than her peers in school. This had lead to college, and a career in accounting, a job in the city.

She never felt really comfortable with her peers though. Shaped by an odd mixture of small town values, family responsibility and the demands of single urban life, she found herself mostly alone. Not a virgin by any means, that had been dispensed with at university in the aftermath of too much drinking, a perfunctory and unsatisfying act. She’d had sex a few times, found masturbation to be superior, had learned to suck a cock not for any particular enthusiasm but because everyone was doing it and it simplified things. There’d been a few boyfriends, even a relationship or two, but nothing that had lasted.

In reflective moments, she thought that she was one of those self contained people that didn’t need someone in her life to complete her. Growing up in a crowded household, she relished the privacy of her own apartment. At times, she worried about growing old a childless spinster, but she was only in her thirties, there was still time.

It was late September, she was shopping for the twins birthday. The twins were a nephew and niece, she had a lot of nephews and nieces. They all had birthdays and Christmases and Easters and Halloweens, it added up. So she ended up in the Halloween section, looking for a gifts that would be cheap and unique.

A pair of trick handcuffs caught her eye. Perhaps the nephew would like it? Boys always wanted to be cops, or secret agents, or cowboys. She picked up the package and hefted it. To her surprise, there was a bit of weight, they were real handcuffs, steel, with keys and everything.

A closer look showed that they were trick handcuffs, each cuff had a little release latch so that you didn’t actually need a key.

Silly thing, she thought. If its got a release, why would you even bother with a key? And why handcuffs that you could release so easily? For children’s games, she thought….

Or adult games…

Her nephew probably wouldn’t like it, and even if he did, his parents probably wouldn’t approve. Perhaps she should go looking for a Nerf pack.

But still, less than ten dollars? Why not? She tossed it into her cart.

Later that evening, after supper, she wrapped the twins; presents. The handcuffs? Definitely not included. They didn’t go with the other purchases, a unisex set of Nerf toys. Maybe she’d pass them on to some other relative, perhaps in a bridal shower.

She poured herself a glass of wine, carried them to the couch with her, and clicked the television on. She held the cuffs up to the light.

“Made in china.” Well, that was why they were so cheap. She handled them, weighing them in her hand, there was a surprising heft to them. They seemed well made. She played with them absently, running the clasp all the way through, listening to and feeling the click, click, click as it ran through the teeth and then swung free.

Really, if they opened so freely, what good were they? But then, she though, if there’s something in there, then it can’t go through all the way, it would catch.

Experimentally, she stretched out her wrist. Let the cuff slip on, felt the click, click, click as it ratcheted closed around her wrist.

Her heart beat a little faster.

The metal was cold against her wrist. The other cuff dangled free at the end of the chain, a pendulum weight tugging at her arm. She stared at the shining steel locked around her wrist, silver plated, catching the light. There was something… remorseless, about it, relentless. She shivered.

They put these on bad people, she thought. To hold them, keep them. She’d seen enough cop shows and movies to know the combinations. Wrists in front, the prisoner, helpless in the dock. Cuffed to another person or a piece of furniture, enforcing immobility, or forcing them to follow. Or behind the back, to render someone powerless.

What would the real ones be like. She’d never thought of what it might be to be a criminal…. Or a prisoner. Would there be a feeling of helplessness as they went on. casibom A loss of freedom. What went through their minds.

Humiliation? Submission? Surrender?

The metal was hard and cold and heavy on her wrist. Was it like that for them? For someone being cuffed, to hear every click, to know that freedom was vanishing in the bites of hidden metal jaws.

Carefully, she slipped her other wrist under the second cuff. Turning her other hand, to ratchet it shut. It was harder, the links between the cuffs limited her mobility. As it bit tight against her wrist, she realized she was caught – her world now defined by the space between three silver chain links and two pieces of ratcheted chrome plated steel.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Deep in her stomach, butterflies launched and batted themselves against her wrists.

Take them off, she thought. Right now. She got up to retrieve the keys from the kitchen table. But they were too tight, there was no room for her wrists to twist inside them. The cuffs were facing with the keyholes the wrong way. She couldn’t quite get the keys in.

That was okay, they had quick release levers. She’d worked them several times, as she’d played with them. A cold thought struck her, the release levers had worked, except that they hadn’t been encircling anything then. Her breath caught just a tiny bit, a gasp so subtle that no one else would have heard it. Her hands trembled just slightly as she tried to work her fingers around to the release catch.

She found it, the tight steel ring loosened, and she opened it up completely, freeing her wrist and then undoing the other. She laid it on the kitchen table. What a silly thing, she thought. Not so silly if she hadn’t been able to open it though. She wondered, out of the blue, if 911 got a lot of calls from people who’d accidentally handcuffed themselves like that and couldn’t get out. What a thing to have to explain.

Leaving the cuffs on the kitchen table, she went to the bathroom, then back to the living room, settled on the couch, and channel flicked until she found a decent movie.

About an hour in, she paused to go to the kitchen, make a cold plate of cheeses and pickles. Absently, she picked up the cuffs again, and absently played with them, as she watched the rest of the movie, listening to the click of the ratchets, the play of weight from one cuff to the other, the shaping of the hinged jaw. Once in a while, she’d slip it around one wrist, ratchet it closed, and the release it again, but only one wrist. A friend called, she chatted, absently dangling it from a fingertip, watching the light play off the chromed surface.

Eventually it was late. She went into the bedroom and undressed, dropping her clothes in separate adjacent drawers, one for underwear, one for whites, for colours, for darks. She was always vaguely pleased at how organized and tidy she was, it was an instinct.

The bathrobe was plucked from the bedroom door hook. Into the bathroom, hang up the bathrobe, turn on the shower, and when the temperature was just right, step in. She enjoyed showers, there was a casual sensuality to it. She liked the needles of hot water jetting against her skin, liked the private exhibition of her nudity. Sometimes, in the right mood, she played with herself in the shower, occasionally to orgasm.

Bathrobe on, hair toweled, moisturizer applied to face and body

After that, she proceeded through her apartment, shutting off the lights. It was a ritual, start with the kitchen, check to make sure all the appliances are off, then the lights, then the doorway and hall, around to the living room, lamps off, television off and so on….

As she reached for the last remaining lamp by the couch, she noticed the handcuffs again on the coffee table, ratchet jaws open, catching the soft light on the chrome surface and throwing it back.

She sat back on the couch, picked them up. They seemed heavier in the low light, more… potent? More…. Sinister? She flashed back on the awkward moment when for a second she thought she’d been trapped. Not really, of course, but there’d been a moment… of helplessness.

Her heart beat a little faster.

They put these on bad people… she thought. Naughty people, wicked people, people who committed crimes, broke the law, robbers, drug dealers, hookers… Dirty people.

To make them helpless.

Her heart was beating just fast enough for her to be aware of it. Her stomach felt light. Did she feel a tingle.

Not this of course, it’s safe, easy to get out of.

But, still….

Abruptly, she stood and slipped out of her robe. Naked she laid back on the couch, reclining up against the arm.

She watched the ratchet jaw close, felt the vibration as the teeth rotated through, capturing one wrist.

Then the other.

She was naked wearing nothing but handcuffs. It made her tingle. In the low light, the metal seemed to shine bright. It wasn’t Casibom slot oyunları as tight as before, she could move her wrists a little. She pulled her hands apart, feeling the millimeters of slack vanish against the clinking of the chain links. Caught, she thought. Helpless. Anything could happen to her, someone who cuffed her could do anything they wanted, and she’d have to submit.

She pulled one leg up on the couch, knee bending, thighs opening up.

Heart pounding, she lowered her cuffed wrists to her pubic mound, letting her fingers crawl through the black thatch of pubic hair. She touched her lips. She was already wet. She could feel the cold metal against her pubic mound, as she rested her wrists between her legs, fingers opening herself, thumb rubbing against her clit with a fierce urgency. She arched her back. “Fuck!” she whispered, and kept whispering it louder and louder, pulling against the chains, feeling the cuffs, the captivity, the constrained mobility, her excitement building and building.

Until she came, the orgasm a blinding rush, like a landslide falling on her, a sense of impact striking her and just surging up and through her body, leaving her breathless….

The handcuffs were a fascinating new toy. She hadn’t expected the effect on her, and couldn’t adequately explain it to herself.

Was she a masochist? She didn’t think so. She felt no urge to be whipped, to wear a collar, dress up in a leather harness. Calling someone ‘Master’ just seemed silly.

And yet, there was an allure. Somehow, it made things more intense. Maybe it was the restriction on mobility, the fact that she could not move her wrists freely, it meant her hands were like a pair of horses in tandem harness, working together. That was certainly part of it, it seemed to focus her more when she masturbated it.

But there was more. There was just a…sexiness to them. She liked the way they shone in candle light. She used her silver polish to make it shine and catch the light, it worked best in low lights, under a single lamp, or in front of candles.

Sometimes, she’d carefully wrap it in a tea-towel and leave it in the fridge while she went to work, so that when it went around her wrists it was bracing cold, the iciness making the metal ruthlessness more emphatic. Chilled handcuffs, she thought, there was something sexy there. It was hard to ignore or overlook chilled metal binding your wrists, it focused your attention…

There was something about looking down at her body, especially her naked body, and seeing the arc of her arms, drawn together, the unforgiving shining metal binding her, shaping her posture. There was a fascination to it, it was almost hypnotic.

For the first time in her life, she watched herself intently as she masturbated.

It was a wonderful toy.

Sometimes she’d carry it in her purse, shopping, or to work. She’d never wear them outside of course. But just knowing they were in her purse, that secret naughtiness. It was a thrill.

Perhaps, she thought, it was like the earnestness of teenage boys carrying a condom around, sometimes for months or years, never using it, never having even a chance, but just having it. It was the signifier of sex, of naughtiness.

She wondered sometimes about why it affected her. A signifier of sex? Perhaps.

A signifier of… badness, wantonness, of criminality and rule breaking? Did it excite her because it made her think of herself as a bad girl, a naughty girl, the sort that broke the law? There was that, definitely, she’d feel oddly wicked and powerful, liberated, when she wore them. The sort of girl that does sexy nasty things and doesn’t care what anyone thinks.

But there was also surrender, submission, helplessness. Yes, that was there too. It occurred to her, when she thought of it, that the feelings wearing the handcuffs were contradictory. That it didn’t make sense to feel both liberated and surrendered, nasty and helpless at once. But she was smart enough not to worry about it, and just revel in the senses.

Exploration came slowly. She wore them in the kitchen, in the bedroom. Once, she spent a whole evening naked in cuffs, watching TV, fumbling as she made a meal, masturbating repeatedly and touching herself. She wanted to wear them in the shower, by candle light, but was afraid that the water might damage the inner mechanism.

Once on the bed, she knelt, ass up in the air, face down on a pillow, gasping as she struggled awkwardly to a shivering orgasm. Another time, leaning against the bedroom, legs spread, face and shoulders pressing against the wood grain, as close to a police pat down as she could get, hands between her legs, leading her to an orgasm that made her knees tremble.

Mostly, she liked to watch. She liked a comfortable position on the couch, something where she could sit up and look down, knees up, legs spread, steel glinting against the black Casibom hakkında pubic hair of her mound.

But of course, she couldn’t really see that much. She’d never been one of these feminists who got to know their vaginas with mirrors and speculums. She’d always thought that was vaguely disgusting, there’s nothing special about knobby toes, or flabby skin, or the odd places of anatomy. She’d seen cats’ assholes, she’d never felt an urge to get a look at her own.

But now? The cuffs made things different, she wanted to see herself framed by the cuffs. It started with awkwardly trying to use a hand mirror at the same time, which gave her shaking views of the insides of her thighs and rushed glimpses of pubic curls. Then a stationary mirror.

Then on the couch, hips elevated on pillows, a mirror propped up on a kitchen chair placed carefully.

It was a revelation. Her hands, cuffed at the wrists, joined by silver links, seemed almost things of their own, pink butterfly wings, fluttering, joined by chrome. Between the pairs of slender fingers, the black pubic hair, the pink slit. She saw herself wet for the first time, saw not just her pinkness but the shining shimmer between her lips.

Mirrors became a part of it, not always, but often enough. She watched herself in different positions, different postures as she masturbated in handcuffs. Watched a vibrator slip inside. She tried masturbating in different ways. Sometimes she watched her whole body, her pussy hidden between her legs. She stared in fascination at the signs of her own arousal, watched her lips as she gasped, stared at nipples hard and rigid as the glass, noticed the sweat, gazed at the trembling of muscles. It was as if she was seeing herself naked for the first time, seeing her own body, appreciating it, enjoying it rather than simply living in it.

She cropped her pubic hair, something that she had very consciously avoided. She wasn’t a model, why not let it grow? But messy bush clashed with the elegance of steel, the shapeliness of fingers and hands like butterfly wings. Butterfly wings? She liked that image. Sometimes handcuffed, she let her hands flutter between her, imagining a bird or butterfly in flight.

From a cropped bush, to a bikini line.

One night, she shaved it off completely, just to stare at it in the mirror, before sending the butterfly to flutter her to orgasm.

Shaving brought a new self awareness. Panties felt different on bald skin. Not just utilitarian, she was more aware, lace was different, satin was different, a thong stretched over her hips, silk worked its way between her lips. Underwear was now an adventure, even if she was the only one to ever see her in it, it was still something.

Lingerie interested her. She bought a garter belt, spent nights of frustration cursing clips that didn’t seem to hold, discovered stay ups and never looked back. She visited La Senza and Vieux en Rose and Victoria’s Secret, pored among bustiers and teddy’s, slips and robes. It was a little too much though, too over the top. She bought a long silk robe, and then on another occasion, a short silk top.

But really, her favourite lingerie was her hand cuffs, there was nothing like the elegant symmetry of its shape, the shine and weight and chill of its steel, the implacability of it all. No push up bra, it seemed, could shape her body, could pose so sexily and elegantly as her wrists joined together.

It was such an odd small thing, but somehow, she felt more alive, more sexual than she ever had before. It became a game, an exciting game. Sometimes at work, she’d think of some new thing to do with the handcuffs, a new position, or with the mirror, or wearing Cuban heels. The decision to shave away the last of her pubic hair had come during an appallingly dull teleconference, had livened the rest of the day, added a spark of anticipation.

It was better than a vibrator, she thought, since the cuffs inspired infinitely more variation. It didn’t hammer her clit, but somehow, it allowed her, invited her to do more things. It was better than a boyfriend, much as she loved the feel of a live hard man inside her, it was a lot less maintenance, available at her whim, receptive to her impulses.

Her fantasies ran riot, there were men in them of course, sometimes two, sometimes a black man or a Chinese man, sometimes a tattooed Goth. There was handcuffed to a tree, or a desk at the office, or a chain link fence, there were scenarios of arrest and captivity where she was feared, too dangerous to be loose. There were the links between the cuffs seized with a brutal hand, arms yanked away from her pussy, above her head, her body roughly claimed. Or straddling a hairy chest, wrists joined, palms flat, supporting her weight as she impaled herself. There were arrests, kidnappings, hostage crises, romances, astonishing things that had the common thread that as satisfying, as exciting as they were, she’d never do them in real life.

But it did kind of draw her. She had a vibrator, and used it. She had a dildo and used it. But it was her using it. The thought of a live man, a body above her, a hard cock that throbbed in her, that moved by someone else’s will…. At some point, she knew she was going to wear handcuffs to bed with a man, the thought excited her as she masturbated.

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Chapter 3: We’ve been combined?

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Charlie and Martin stumbled laboriously through the candy house, taking cautious steps in an effort to avoid knocking themselves over again, before they found a strange mirror in the hall, made of a disc of candy.

They stared.

Their new face was pretty, and distinctly a combination of the pair’s features.

Their body was chocolate, broader than Charlie’s had been, their breasts and ass having grown since last they’d seen them.

And between their legs was a dick, large, thick, marshmallow-white, and half-hard, hardening as they stared at themselves in the mirror.

Martin moved their hand up to brush against their dick, and they gasped as one as the sensation ran up their spine, their member more sensitive than anything they’d ever felt.

Charlie tried to move their hand, and their arm flew off their dick and nearly hit their face.

“Whoops.” She said.

They tried again, taking small movements, brushing their chocolate hands down their transformed skin, sending shivers down their spine as they practiced moving until they could move their arms in sync with each other.

The whole time they stared into the mirror, eyes fixed on their combined form, their dick hardening.

Then, Martin tried to turn and take a step.

Charlie didn’t, and their legs got tangled and they fell again.

“C’mon Charlie, help me out here?” Martin said.

They carefully got back to their feet.

They paced in front of the mirror several times, each step coming easier and easier as they synced up.

Then they stopped all at once and stared, their nipples and dick both incredibly stiff and erect. Charlie cupped one breast gently, Martin reached down and grasped their dick and rubbed.

They both gasped at the sensations.

Each touch, each sensation was double what it had been when they had been separate, and they found themselves rapidly coming to a peak, the tip of their dick welling up with the sugary fluid that had replaced their cum.

Then they heard a tap. “Good morning you two!” the voice of the candy witch boomed from outside.

“Dammit.” Martin muttered.

[]

“Wow, look at you two!”

The Sugar Witch loomed over them once more, a sheer, white lacy apron tied in close to highlight her curves as her enormous face smiled down at them.

“Some of my best work if I say so myself, and you’re not even quite done yet!” she said smugly.

“And you’ve even figured out how to move properly! I knew you two were a good choice, I just knew it!” she said, her enormous hand reaching out to them.

“Just… one more thing to do!’ she said brightly.

Already keyed up, the warmth of her hand wrapped firmly around them sent a shock of pleasure through the two of them, their incredibly sensitive chocolate skin pressed against soft warmth, causing them to literally melt a little as she raised them to her face.

Her enormous brown eyes fixed them with an appraising stare. “you two aren’t quite done cooking yet.” she said, setting herself down in a wooden chair set next to the small table on which the candy house was placed.

“Just… one more thing.” she raised her hand, and her other hand, tucked behind her, came back, and her apron slipped off of her naked body, slithering to the ground, the sheer material Ankara escort hissing, revealing her tanned skin and wide, curvy body.

Then she carefully lowered them to the seat between her legs, tipping her hand, so that they slid out, their body plopping unceremoniously on the smooth wood between her legs.

Her thighs were like walls of dark skin, heat radiating off them, leaving them in a dim canyon of flesh lit by indirect morning sunlight, staring up at her, towering over them like a cliff of warm skin.

They had been keyed up by their earlier exploration of their combined bodies, and so, despite the anxiety they should have felt, the sight of a pussy big enough to swallow them hole, glistening like a sexual cave entrance, caused them to harden, as they stared slackly at Glacie’s pussy.

“Holy shit.” Martin muttered.

“Right?” Charlie said faintly.

They stumbled forwards, a step at a time, as a scent enveloped them. Not the musky smell they might have expected, but a sugary, vanilla smell. A familiar one.

The one that had enticed them into the house.

That had drawn them back to the sugar witch when they’d tried to run.

Their eyes glazed over as they walked towards her.

The Sugar witch grinned down at them, her hand dropping to hover behind them as they approached her crotch, dazed by the smell.

The two reached out as one, chocolate hands warmed by the heat coming from the Sugar witch, and ran their hands up and down the warm, soft skin, licking their lips.

He hand was hot as it pressed up behind them, soft, insistent pressure pressing them into her, rubbing them against her pussy lips like a toy. They both squeaked, struggling to add their own efforts to the sugar witch’s.

Then, with a little more pressure, they were pushed inside.

The smell was far stronger here, as they were cocooned in hot, damp pressure, that should have melted them. Despite the heat though, only the outermost layer of their chocolate skin became liquid enough to leave anything behind as they were pushed inside, the pounding heartbeat of the sugar witch intense enough to be almost deafening.

Every millimeter of their oversensitive skin was pressed against warm, slick skin, and the feeling of being pressed further in, their dick being rubbed through the slick lubrication on the walls of the Sugar Witch’s tunnel sent shocks of pleasure through them that rendered them practically incoherent.

They tried vainly to hump into the enveloping pressure as Glacie’s fingers ceased pushing them deeper, leaving them to soak in the intense heat and the mind-numbingly sweet vanilla smell wrapping around them.

Between the smell, the rhythmic thumping of her heartbeat, the heat and pressure, the two were lulled into a state of relaxed bliss, the pressure and friction as the Sugar Witch clenched down around them sending pulses of pleasure through them that left them shaking and weak, unable to do more than lie there and take it.

Eventually, they felt her clench down hard around them, and they were being shoved out, inch by inch, sending more pleasure rushing through them as they were rubbed against her walls going out the other way.

The daze they were left in lifted a little as tension built in their abdomen, their cock hardening and Escort Ankara growing.

With a muffled cry, the tension broke, and they came, spurting into her pussy.

A moment later they were washed out of her with a rush of cum and pressure.

They slid to the seat of the chair in a puddle of the Glacie’s cum, and lay back, dazed, staring up at her as she grinned down at them.

[]

Something was weird.

Martin blinked, here eyes focusing. They were lying on a hard surface, again.

“Charlie?” she asked, hesitantly.

Her arm moved on its own. “Yeah?” Charlie asked.

They were still fused.

They sat up, slowly and carefully.

They were lying next to a table. A normal sized table, made of wood… with a small house made of candy on it.

Charlie glanced down at their body.

They were human again. Only… their body seemed more or less as it had been when they had been made of candy, but their skin was different. Charlie’s dark brown was mixed in patches with martin’s pale skin tone, leaving them with a captivating pattern of intermixed brown and peach over their already almost unnaturally beautiful curves.

And their cock was back, bigger proportionally than it had been as candy, and mottled with the same mixture of colors as the rest of their body.

“Holy shit we’re back!” Martin said.

“more or less.” Said a voice.

They stumbled as they both lurched up, nearly knocking themselves back over as they stood, unaccustomed to the distribution of weight of being a full-sized human again.

They were… short. Shorter than they had been before shrinking anyway, and looked up at the naked Sugar Witch, resplendent in the midmorning sun.

“So, now that the two of you are properly cooked, let’s chat.” She said, grinning.

She turned to the oven, heat boiling from it as she opened it, and, barehanded, reached in, and took a tray out, and set it on the counter, blithely unconcerned with the fact the metal try was hot enough the fused college students could feel it from where they stood.

“Take a seat!” the Sugar witch said brightly, and they did.

“Ok you two.” she said, sitting down across form them. “I imagine you are very much wondering what the hell I did to you and more importantly, why.” The Sugar Witch said.

Charlie nodded for them.

“I need an apprentice. Someone to learn from me, and carry on my magical practice and techniques and what not. I cast a divinatory working, and it picked out the two of you as the most likely candidates. While there are a lot of kids at your college who could do well enough, the spell seemed to think the two of you were my best options. Equally qualified, y’know And I couldn’t decide between the two of you.” she said, with an unconcerned gesture.

“So I decided to split the difference. Don’t worry about ID or documents or whatever,” she said, and both of them suddenly realized, with a sinking feeling, that not only were they one person, they were one person who didn’t exist officially.

The witch blinked, sighed, reached over tot he try and handed them a cookie.

They took it. It was warm, and soft, but not nearly as hot as it should be.

Martin began to raise it to their mouths when Charlie stopped their hand.

“Wait, remember last time?” Escort Bayan Charlie said.

Martin hesitated.

“It’s a very different kind of cookie. Just normal cookie batter, no magic in this one. Promise.” The Sugar Witch said, grinning. “I already did most of what I wanted to anyway.” she said.

Charlie relaxed, fractionally, letting them finally take a bite from the cookie.

It was warm, soft and delicious, but most notably, not supernaturally tasty. Merely ordinary.

They relaxed a little more.

“Like I said. Don’t worry. I can magic you up some relevant documentation easily. so. Here’s what I want form you two. I’m going to teach you glucomancy. Sugar Magic.

You are going to learn sugar magic. And you are going to be very, very good at it.” She said.

“Is that why you uh…” Martin began, and trailed off, gesturing at themselves.

“Well, you two work very well together. And also, you two are very cute together.” she smirked at them.

“Then there’s the fact that magic is weird. Anyone can reach out and poke at it, draw a little bit of it into your life, but!” she raised a finger. “Now I could have just gotten you two to piddle away with the basics and struggle to learn the really fun stuff, but you can reach magic more easily if your perceptions have been challenged. If your life has changed, somehow. If you have, put it bluntly, transformed.

I had to learn the hard way, and it wasn’t until I was a doddering old man on the verge of death that I finally took the risk to transform myself to seek real power.” she smiled, the amused, cocky air her smile had up ’til now fading for one of contemplation.

“In the end, I regret all the time I wasted fucking around with the very tip of what could be, when there was so much more that I could reach, if I had only taken the risk earlier.” she looked at them.

“You two aren’t going to be struggling so much.” she said.

“What uh… hypothetically, what if we don’t uh… want to?” Charlie asked.

The witch shrugged. “Well, it would be a terrible waste for one, but I could just make sure you two could continue your life more or less as you have. But really. You’d toss aside the opportunity for real magic to go back to studying for uh… Business and Economics? Really?” she asked, giving them a pointed look.

“You’d set aside the chance to learn magic capable of incredible miracles, to go back to a course of study pushed upon you by parental pressure, that neither of you like, that amounts to pretending the asinine make-believe of rich people justifying their ill-gotten gains is some kind of real science?” she asked incredulous.

“I mean, I could credit it if you were in, say, engineering. Or physics. Or chemistry. Or computer science. Or astrophysics. Y’know. real stuff. or uh, literature and shit.” she shrugged. “but economics?” she chuckled. “I mean, my tutelage will not preclude you from returning to college, but I do think you ought to pick degree programs that aren’t complete bullshit. just so you aren’t wasting your time, y’know. Choice is yours though.” she said, shrugging.

“The uh… involuntary part of this is over, unless you voluntarily agree to be my apprentices.” she said.

Martin felt a though pass through her mind that was not hers. Damn. Can she read our minds?

Maybe. You actually want to go back to uh… econ 2040? She thought back.

Nah, fuck that noise. Maybe she can magic us up a degree change that our parents wont yell at us over. Charlie thought back.

“We’re in.” they both said simultaneously.

“Excellent.” the Sugar Witch said, grinning.

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In the quiet, dimly lit room, Louise stood before the mirror, her eyes tracing the curves of her body. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of excitement and nerves. The candles cast flickering shadows across her skin, highlighting her toned physique and the soft swell of her breasts. She was a goddess, and tonight she decides, she is going to be worshipped. Her fingers grazed the delicate lace of her lingerie, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She had been waiting for this moment. When he told about his desire and fantasies a fortnight ago, she was shocked at first. For the first two-three nights, she had felt guilty. Her boyfriend, Tom, had completely surrendered to her wishes. After sweet encouragement from Tom, she had felt so free and safe on the fourth night. She had had a long, sultry massage, after which she had turned onto her back. Tom was crouched on the bed beside her. Tom’s hands had done exactly what she commanded him to do. It was as if her mind and his body merged into a horny whole. She had finally cum so powerfully that she then slipped into a dreamy, relaxed sleep. When she woke up, she appeared to be lying on her side. Their warm blanket over her. Tom lay spooned behind her. She had felt his hard throbbing shaft against buttocks. Normally, she had felt a pressure. A commitment to make him cum. Like the first three nights after his confession. But he had just told her he wanted nothing more than to lie languorously against her. Desperate. Throbbing. She giggled. Her body had shaken a little. She had felt how Tom’s hard cock had immediately responded by throbbing. He groaned in his sleep and had muttered her name. She felt liberated. She felt like a goddess, with the right to be adored. The throbbing cock wet with pre-cum had not felt like a compelling nagging obligation, but an affirmation of her beauty.

In the days that followed, she had felt increasingly free. Louise’s teasing had gotten to him in the recent two wee. Her clothes had became more and more provocative. She had often teased him. Stroked his crotch for a moment. Waited for his cock to stiffen. Only to then leave him alone in his horniness. Together, they had decided to try the new dynamic for a week. A week of teasing and denial. A week in which she was allowed to decide everything and only her pleasure counted. Now this week was over. She above in preparation. He downstairs, oblivious to the transformation she was undergoing.

Louise called out to Tom. Not as an order, rather a request l, still somewhat juvenile in her role. His footsteps grew louder as he approached the staircase, and she took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She knew now what he liked, what made him feel small and powerless in the best of ways. The thrill of it all made her skin tingle. This was their special night, a ritual they had created together, a celebration of their love and her dominance over him.

The door creaked open, and Tom stepped in, his eyes widening at the sight of her. He froze, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. Louise could see the hunger in his gaze as it traveled from her feet, adorned with dainty heels, up to her waist, where the lingerie cinched in tightly. She knew she looked exquisite, and the power it gave her was intoxicating.

“You may enter, my love,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “But remember your place.”

Tom nodded, his eyes never leaving hers as he walked into the room, his movements deliberate and submissive. He knew the rules, and he reveled in the role she had cast for him. As he knelt before her, she could see the adoration in his eyes, the way they lingered on her figure. She felt a surge of satisfaction, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted him.

The tension grew as Louise approached him, her hips swaying with each step. She took her time, savoring the moment. When she was close enough, she reached down and traced a finger along his jawline, feeling the stubble beneath her touch. He leaned into it, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

“You’ve been a good boy,” she murmured, her hand moving to the back of his neck. “But I think it’s time for you to show me just how much you’ve missed me.”

Tom’s eyes searched hers for approval, and she gave it with a gentle squeeze. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh, just above the lace. She shivered, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin. This was the beginning of their worship, the part where she allowed him to show his devotion. And she knew it would be a night neither of them would forget.

Louise’s petite frame was a deceptive canvas for her voluptuous figure. Her breasts were full and round, straining against the confines of her lingerie. They jiggled slightly with each breath she took, taunting Tom with their perfection. Her waist was narrow, cinched in by the corset that highlighted her hourglass figure. Her hips flared out, the kind that could make a man’s hands itch to hold onto them tightly. And her ass, a perfect handful that she knew Tom couldn’t resist. She reveled in the power her body had over him, a power she had cultivated and honed over the months of their relationship.

Her skin was a warm. It was soft to the touch, like velvet, and it glowed in the candlelight. She watched as Tom’s eyes followed the path her finger had taken, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts. He was lost in her, and she liked it that way. It was in moments like these that she felt truly alive, truly in control.

He began to kiss her, his lips moving up her thighs, his hands trembling slightly as they reached for her waist. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he was afraid to break the spell. She allowed him to continue, her breath hitching as his mouth found the sensitive skin behind her knee. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. He was worshipping her, and she was loving every second of it.

The scent of the candles filled the room, a sweet, heady aroma that seemed to enhance every sensation. She could feel the heat of his breath on her skin, the soft brush of his fingers as they traced the curves of her body. She knew he was eager, desperate even, but she enjoyed making him wait. It was all part of the game, the delicious anticipation that made the release all the sweeter.

As Tom’s kisses grew more insistent, Louise could feel her own desire rising. Her core was wet and aching for his touch, but she held back, savoring the moment. This was about more than just sex. It was about power and love, about the bond they shared, the trust that allowed them to explore these dark, erotic depths together.

And with a final, lingering kiss to the inside of her thigh, Tom looked up at her, his eyes filled with adoration. She knew what he wanted, what he needed, and she was more than happy to give it to him. But first, she had a surprise. She stepped back, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, and turned to the bed.

“Take off your clothes,” she ordered, her voice firm but still gentle. “I want to see you bare before me.”

Tom’s eyes never left hers as he obeyed, his movements quick and eager. He removed his shirt, revealing the taut muscles of his chest and stomach. His pants followed, and she took in the sight of him, fully aroused and vulnerable before her. She felt a thrill of power, knowing that she had done this to him, that he was hers to command.

“Tonight,” she said, her voice a purr, “you will truly experience what it means to worship a goddess.”

Tom’s eyes went wide, his heart racing with excitement. He had never seen her this commanding before, this powerful.

Louise stepped closer to the bed, her busty, petite body a vision of beauty in the candlelit room. Her breasts, though not overly large, were a testament to the finesse of nature, perfectly proportioned to her frame. The areolas, a darker shade of pink, were large and puckered, the very sight of them making Tom’s mouth water. He had always been obsessed with her breasts, the way they filled his hands, the way her areolas tightened when she was aroused.

Her big boobs jiggled ever so slightly with each step she took, and Tom’s eyes followed the mesmerizing movement. He knew what was coming next, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. She leaned over him, her breasts hovering just above his face, the heat of her skin warming his cheeks. He could feel the weight of them, the promise of pleasure just out of reach.

“You may worship,” she whispered, and Tom didn’t need any more encouragement. He reached out with his tongue, tracing the edge of her areola. It was larger than most, a delicious target that begged for his attention. He flicked and circled, feeling it pebble under his touch. Louise’s breath hitched, and she moaned softly, the sound music to his ears.

Her hand found the back of his head, guiding him closer. He took the nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then more firmly. He could feel her body respond, her back arching slightly, pushing her chest closer to his face. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive peak, savoring the taste of her skin. She smelled faintly of vanilla, a scent that always made him think of their special nights together.

Louise’s hand tightened in his hair, pulling him back with a soft gasp. He looked up at her, her eyes half-closed with pleasure, her lips parted in a silent moan.

“Please, Louise,” he begged, his voice hoarse with need. “More.”

Louise smirked, enjoying the power she held over him. She stepped back, releasing his hair. “You may not touch me yet,” she said, her tone a mix of tease and command. “First, you must show me how much you crave me.”

Tom’s eyes searched hers, desperation and longing evident in his gaze. He knew better than to argue, to protest. This was her night, her show. He was there to please her, to serve her every whim.

Louise watched him for a moment, her chest heaving with her own arousal. Then she reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling him back gently but firmly. He winced, but the pain only served to excite him further.

“Worship me,” she murmured, her voice a siren’s call that sent shivers down his spine.

Tom leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers, and kissed her again, this time more urgently. His hands found their way to her breasts, cupping them gently. He felt the heat of her skin, the firmness of her flesh. His thumbs brushed over her areolas, and she gasped, her eyes closing in pleasure. He knew just how sensitive she was, how the lightest touch could make her melt.

He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. She moaned, her body arching into him. He felt the power of her response, the way she surrendered to his touch. It was intoxicating, a heady rush that made his blood race. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, feeling her body respond to his every move.

As he licked and sucked, his hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her soft, warm skin. He moved down her stomach, his tongue tracing the lines of her abs, savoring the taste of her. She was sweet and salty, a delicious blend of woman and power. He reached her belly button, swirling his tongue around the sensitive spot before continuing his journey downward.

Louise’s thighs trembled as he approached them. He knew now how much she loved having her thighs kissed and licked, the way it made her legs shake with desire. He took his time, kissing and nibbling, his tongue sliding along the sensitive skin. He could feel her tension building, the muscles tensing and releasing as she fought to keep still.

He reached the juncture of her thighs. He kissed her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her center. She was wet and ready, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and he knew she was eager for his touch. But he held back, enjoying the way she squirmed and begged for more.

Tom’s mouth watered at the thought of tasting her, of feeling her clench around his tongue. He kissed her outer thigh, then moved inward, his tongue flicking out to tease her skin. She moaned, her hips rolling slightly, silently begging for him to touch her where she needed it most.

With a final, lingering kiss to her inner thigh, he moved back up her body, his lips finding hers once again. “Thank you,” she whispered against his mouth, her voice a soft purr of pleasure. “Now, let’s see what else you have for me.”

Her eyes danced with excitement as she reached into a velvet pouch, pulling out a small, sleek vibrator. It was new, something they had bought together, a symbol of their shared desires and the lengths they would go to satisfy them.

“Open your mouth,” she ordered, and he obeyed, his eyes never leaving hers. She slid the vibrator between her lips, her tongue playing over the smooth surface. He watched, entranced, as she coated it in her saliva.

Then, with a wicked smile, she brought it down to his cock. She teased the tip, watching as his eyes rolled back in his head. He was hers, utterly and completely, and she was going to make sure he knew it.

The vibrator buzzed to life, the sound filling the room. She moved it down his shaft, her hand cupping his balls gently. His hips jerked, his body reacting instinctively to the sensation. She chuckled, enjoying his helplessness.

“Not yet,” she murmured, placing a finger on his chest to keep him still. “First, I want to make sure you’re ready for me.”

Tom nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. He knew what was coming, had dreamed about.. She leaned down, her mouth replacing the vibrator, her tongue sliding along his shaft. He felt her breath against his skin, the warmth of her mouth surrounding him. He groaned, his eyes fluttering closed.

Louise took her time, her mouth moving up and down, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. She knew just how much pressure to apply, how to keep him on the edge without pushing him over. She took him deep, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.

Her mouth was a wet, warm heaven, a place he never wanted to leave. She was in control, dictating every sensation, and he loved it. She pulled back, her teeth scraping lightly against his shaft. He whimpered, his body begging for more.

“Good boy,” she said, her voice filled with approval. “Now, let’s see if you can handle this.”

With that, she slid the vibrator under her panties, pressing it against her clit. The vibration traveled through her body, making her shiver. She began to rock her hips, her eyes never leaving his. He watched, transfixed, as she pleasured herself, her breathing growing ragged.

Her eyes were half-closed, her cheeks flushed. She was lost in the moment, a goddess in the throes of passion. He could see the wetness on her inner thighs, feel the warmth of her body. His cock throbbed in response, begging for release.

But she wasn’t done with him yet. She took his cock in her hand again, stroking him slowly as she continued to pleasure herself. She was a study in contrasts, her delicate frame belying the power she wielded over him.

The vibrator grew louder, the intensity of her movements increasing. She was close, so close. And she wanted him to watch, to see what he did to her. He leaned back, his body straining against the bed, his eyes locked on hers.

Then, with a gasp, she came. Her body tensed, her hips bucking against the vibrator. She threw her head back, her breasts bouncing slightly. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, the most erotic moment of his life.

And then she was on him, her mouth finding his, her tongue pushing past his lips. He could taste himself on her, a salty sweetness that made him growl with desire. Her hand stroked him lazily, her thumb circling the head of his cock. He was so close, so fucking close.

Louise pulled away, a knowing smile on her lips. She had felt his cock pulse in her hand, knew he was right on the edge. She took the vibrator out of her panties, turning it off with a soft click. The room was silent except for their ragged breathing.

Tom’s eyes snapped open, his chest heaving. “Louise, please,” he begged, his voice strained. “I need you.”

Louise’s smile was like a knife, sharp and sweet. She stepped back, allowing him to feel the loss of her touch. The vibrator fell to the side, forgotten in the intensity of the moment. “Patience,” she murmured, her eyes gleaming in the candlelight. “You will have what you want, but only when I say so.”

Tom’s cock was a pulsing, desperate thing between his legs, begging for release. The ache in his balls was almost unbearable, a delicious torment that had him whimpering. He watched as she sauntered over to the chair in the corner of the room, her hips swaying with each step. She sat down, her legs crossing elegantly, and picked up the vibrator again.

“You’ve been such a good boy,” she cooed, her voice like a velvet caress. “But I think it’s time for you to learn patience.”

Tom’s eyes were filled with a mix of desperation and love as she stroked him one last time, the vibrator buzzing against his swollen head before she pulled away. He whined, his hips bucking involuntarily.

“No,” she said firmly, her hand moving to his chest. “Not yet.”

Tom’s eyes pleaded with hers, his body writhing with the need for release. He watched, desperate, as she stepped away from the bed, the vibrator still in her hand.

“I want you to feel this,” she murmured, her eyes dark with desire. “I want you to remember what it’s like to crave me.”

With that, she turned off the vibrator and set it aside. She crawled onto the bed, straddling his hips. Her wetness coated his shaft, the sensation making him groan. She began to ride him, her movements slow and deliberate. Each thrust was a tease, bringing him closer to the edge only to pull back at the last moment.

He tried to hold on, his muscles tightening with the effort. His eyes fell closed, his breathing ragged. But she was relentless, her hips rolling in a rhythm that had him on the brink of insanity.

As she rode him, her breasts bounced in time with her movements, the nipples hard and begging for his touch. His body desperate to claim her, to show her just how much he wanted her. But she was in control, and she wasn’t going to let him come just yet.

Louise leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest. She whispered sweet nothings in his ear, her breath hot and tickling his skin. She knew just how to drive him wild, how to make him crave her touch.

Tom felt himself slipping, his mind fogging with need. His body was a live wire, ready to snap at any moment. He tried to focus on her, on the way her eyes sparkled in the candlelight, but it was no use. The need was too great.

“Louise,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “I can’t take it anymore.”

But she just smirked, her movements growing slower, more deliberate. “You will,” she assured him. “You will take it, and you will love it. I find our week overwhelming. I would like to continue. But you get to choose. Or I’ll make you cum the way you want. You can squirt me all over, take me doggy style. But then we end this week. For good. Or you choose to come and lie along me again and rip your delicious throbbing lick against my buttocks. Then we will continue this week endlessly and I will remain your goddess forever”

She giggled. “Good boy. I knew you would choose that. My little cum slut.” Slowly she tilted her hips. His cock jumped out of her wet slit. Then she curled up beside him, her hand wrapping around his throbbing cock.

“Sleep now,” she whispered, ” tomorrow you wil worship me again, and again, and again.” She was his goddess, and this was their sacred bond. He drifted off to sleep, his mind filled with the promise of tomorrow, of the worship that awaited him. And as the room grew quiet, the only sound was the soft buzz of anticipation, a promise of what was to come.

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Hey Dan glad you could “cum” over, Barb cooed.

“If it’s anything like the last time I’d “cum” over every day Barb.”

She looked scrumptious in her long, silky, almost see thru dress. It was obvious when she hugged me there were no under clothes. I felt her soft boobs pressing against me as she tightly gripped me, my hand slid down to her ass, giving it a rub as she gripped my cock.

“Oh I think it may be even better Dan.”

“God you feel good Barb, I love it when you mash your tits against me, it’s so erotic.”

“Yeah I like it too, gives me tingles in my pussy – here feel it” she pulled her dress up, and I put my hand on her pussy, “feel it already getting wet. C’mon in and let’s get the party started!”

My cock was hard just thinking about what was to come.

As she turned and walked back into the house she unzipped her dress and let it slip to the floor. I watched those sweet hips sashay, cheeks jiggling, as she continued in. For a middle aged woman she was in great shape: honey blond hair just past her shoulders, pale white skin, and soft bouncy boobs to die for with nice sized nipples.

I started stripping letting my clothes fall where they may – eyes glued to her ass.

She reached her leather chair, turned around, and bending over started swinging her tits at me.

“Ohhhh, you’re hard, like what you see? Like watching my tits?” She husked as they swayed back and forth.

Man did I, “Yes I do, you have gorgeous soft boobs Barb. I love your pink nipples, will they get hard for me?”

“Well come and get it” Sitting down she splayed her legs over the arm rests, showing her pussy and brown hole just peeking out.

I was between her legs in a heart beat, kissing her thighs, lips, blowing softly on her hole.

“Goddd I want this! Suck me, make me cum, tongue fuck me, use that wet warm tongue that’s it fuck me with your tongue, make me squirt all over you.”

I licked and sucked, then wormed my tongue into her ass (I knew she loved that) while fingering her pussy.

“Yessss lick my ass you slut, fuck it with your tongue, that’s it yessss gawd I love having my ass licked. You know Jim doesn’t do it – fuck it, stick it in deep make me cum!”

I was in heaven licking and fucking her hole “want a taste Barb?”

“Yes let me taste my ass juices.”

She bent down, and I sat up and we started kissing, both tongues probing the other, swapping our spit. “mmmm this is good, my ass tastes good. I love sloppy spit swapping.”

“Stick you tongue in my nose, fuck my nostrils,” she ordered. “Yessss that’s it tickle my nose. Tongue it make it wet, taste my nose.”

I gently slid my tongue in and out or her nose, giving each nostril a soft fuck while wrapping my lips around her nose. “Mmm, you horny fuck, I like this.”

“Now my tits, lick them.” I quickly had my tongue flicking her nipples while suckling on her soft white tits.

Barb, while watching, started drooling, letting the spit drip from her chin onto her tits and my awaiting mouth. I was in heaven soft wet tits, my cock dripping onto her stomach, “That’s it lick my spit, suck those tits” as she continued to drool onto them.

“Now back to my ass slut, tongue me some more before the main course!” She turned around with her ass in my face, tits hanging down.

Down on my knees kissing her cheeks while fondling her tits.

Spreading her cheeks she commanded “get that tongue in there, fuck my ass, eat it out! That’s it, oh yes, yes I love it, make me wet. Tongue fuck me, ahh, oooh, yeh, oh I love this.”

My tongue was pumping into her sweet hole fucking in and out – it was so good. My dick was dripping.

“Now eat my cunt” she hissed,” make me cum all over your face!!”

I was going crazy, sucking her clit, tongue running around her lips.

Barb was grinding her pussy into my mouth, trying to fuck my tongue “oh yeah yessss suck me suck my cunt…”

Her juices were flowing over my face and into my mouth. I started rubbing her ass with a finger wetting it with our juices as I slowly slid it in.

“God yes, finger fuck me! fuck my ass suck my clit, use that tongue” as she began bucking her cunt into me. “Make me cum you slut! That’s it suck, lick ohhhh I’m gonna’ cum! Eat me, fuck that ass, yes that’s it! Tongue fuck my cunt you whore, oh yeah I’m so close, stick that ass finger in my mouth” and she started sucking it; “yes that’s it! I’m cumming!” and with that ataşehir escort she began squirting in my mouth on my face rubbing her pussy all around me, “Wow yes don’t stop… eat me suck it up” as she ground that wet slit into my face, “that’s eat eat it all gaawwed I love it.” Grinding her wet cunt onto my tongue.

I was in heaven eating her pussy drinking that cum, “don’t stop slut I’m not done yet” as she forced that pussy onto my tongue. “Oh, oh that’s enough now back to my ass. That’s it you bitch eat it oh I’m gonna’ cum again don’t stop, tongue my hole!” and she came again.

“Wow I need a break slut.” Climbing off me, hot tits swaying, “that was good. But I’m gonna’ want more in a bit,

“Where’s Jim?” I asked.

“Oh he might show up – you wanna’ suck some dick for me? Eat some cum? I’d like watching his big dick fucking your mouth you licking up the precum, God it makes me so horny watching you suck cock. Rub your wet dick on my ass, yeah that’s it” as she backed into me rubbing her sweet ass against my cock, sliding it up and down, I could hardly stand it it felt so good. That hot ass, I massaged her gorgeous tits while she continued to masturbate me with her ass.

“Yeah that feels so good – you’re getting me all wet and slippery back there. Oooh yes, she bent forward a bit – try to stick it in, fuck my ass.”

I pushed my cock head against her hole wet with my cum. “That’s it stick it in, push” – as she pushed back. “Oh you horny slut”, as my head started to slide in; “that’s it get that leaky dick all over my hole.”

“Now pull it out and clean me up; lick your cum off, get it all”

I was a man possessed licking her ass, tonguing her hole “yeah fuck my ass you slut, that’s it; do it don’t stop ’til it’s all cleaned up

I pulled her cheeks apart to get better access with my tongue and face.

“Wow what do we have here!”

“Hi Jimmy I’m – we were just talking about you; I’m having this bitch clean his cum off my ass.”

“Yeah I see, looks like he’s enjoying it and doing a good job – look who’s with me.”

“Cheri, hi.”

“Whaaaat, wow… Hi Barb, hey Dan” said Cheri. She was Barb’s best friend, petite, shoulder length brown hair, small boobs and great ass.

“OK bitch now stand up and kiss me I want to taste my own ass.” With that I put my tongue in her mouth and she started sucking on it. “Yum no wonder you like it – tangy huh.”

“You guys wanna have some fun?”

Oh yeah they both said

“How about you strip down Jim and we’ll watch the slut suck your dick! C’mon Cheri sit next to me and watch this bitch suck Jimmy’s cock.”

I got down on my knees in front of them and started licking Jims cock. Barb found a vibrator and started teasing her pussy while Cheri started taking her clothes off.

“That’s it suck him lick those balls, we wanna’ see him shoot all over you Dan!” Jim’s dick, though not very long was quite thick, and he had a very heavy ball sack hanging between his legs.

“Wow Barb this is really turning me on” Soon Cheri was naked, playing with her bald pussy while rubbing her small tits. Though petite Cheri had long eraser like nipples, and a clit that jutted out from her slit.

“OOOooo”she said this is making me sooo horny. He likes sucking doesn’t he.”

“”Yesss” hissed Barb, “you should of seen him last time – he likes cock, cum, pussy spit, ass… this slut does it all!”

Jim was fucking my mouth with his cock, pulling it out, rubbing it over my face, putting on a show for the girls.

Cheri was plunging fingers into her pussy watching me suck and slobber over Jims dick; Barb continued sliding her wet dildo in and out of her soaking pussy.

“Let me suck your fingers Cheri, taste your pussy, ummmm, yum” as Cheri slipped them out of her pussy and into Barb “Delicious I know Dan’s gonna like licking your cum.” After Barb had her fingers good and wet Cherie returned to massaging her pussy while intently watching Jim’s dick pump in and out of my mouth balls slapping against my face.

“Yeah suck him… makes me so horny… I wanna’ get fucked” said Cheri.

“Lie down Dan” commanded Barb, “Jim keep that cock in his face, now Cheri you climb on that dick – he’s good and hard after those pills I gave him.”

Cheri was sitting on my cock in an instant her sopping wet pussy surrounding my hard rod. She was soon bouncing up and down, riding it hard and deep; “ohhhhh escort ataşehir I’m gonna cum already!” and she did coating my cock and balls with her squirt. I was so hard, her wet pussy continued to slide up and down my dick… then she leaned forward and joined me sucking Jim’s cock – her tongue sliding all around it her spit coating it and drooling onto me and into my mouth. We both continued to lick and suck that dick while her pussy pulsated around my cock.

“Oh yeah” cried Jim ” I’m gonna cum”… he erupted, spurting a shot into Cheri’s wet mouth I grabbed his dick and pushed it into my mouth – just started fucking my mouth cum flowing into me, Barb was going crazy watching the mouth fuck plunging her dildo in and out of her sopping hole., Cheri and I both fighting for Jim’s cum tonguing his hard dick, swapping spit and cum as our tongues intertwined. He finally pulled out cum and spit dripping onto my face. Cheri was there cleaning off his cock and then my face; wet tongue licking my cheeks, my nose, sucking on my lips.

“Man that was so hot! I’ve never seen a guy suck off another… and eat his cum!”

“Oh Cheri we’re just getting started” said Barb “now sit on his face and let him lick your pussy.”

Cheri slid off my hard dick and moved her soaking pussy over my mouth. I promptly began to kiss and suck on her lips sticking my tongue in her pussy loving her juices. She slowly moved her pussy up and down my mouth. “Suck my clit, oh, yeah, suck on it, mmm, gaawd that’s good.”

“That’s it fuck his mouth” said Barb. “Eat that pussy cum boy, make her cum again!”

“Oh this feels so good… yeah eat me… lick my cunt… that’s it… oh, oh. oh, make me cum.”

“Dan why don’t you give her a special treat” said Barb.

I knew she wanted to watch me lick Cheri’s ass; “turn around and get into a 69 Cheri” she turned so her ass was now on display, and my cock ready for her mouth.

“Oh, oh, oh my, he’s licking my ass! Wow, ummm, that feels good.”

“I told you he was a slut boy; tongue that ass Dan, fuck it, slobber all over it! Oooh Jimmy you’re getting hard again – like what you’re seeing? Think you can do it again?”

“At least one more time baby.”

“Well, then fuck her ass while he licks her pussy, shoot your load all over it so we can watch him lick it up!”

Jim got behind Cheri, I pulled her cheeks apart while he started rubbing his hard, wet dick up and down her hot hole, she was pushing back on him, masturbating that dick, getting him wet and both of them very slippery. I had the grand view, watching them both, his hard cock rubbing her ass, pre-cum running down her crack dripping into my mouth, balls teasing my nose.

“Mmmm that feels so sexy, I’m not sure I can take it though” she mumbled while sucking my cock. I was loving this, wet mouth sucking my dick, pussy dripping into my mouth, fat cock rubbing a sexy ass…

“We’ll see how it goes, if I can’t get it in I’ll just shoot all over your hole and Danny boy can suck it up.” Jim ran his cock around her sphincter, trying to loosen it up. I was sucking and licking her hot, wet pussy, loving the juices leaking out, occasionally I’d suck one of Jims balls into my mouth.

“Yeah, suck those balls, feed him your wet dick Jimmy” Barb commanded. “This is so fucking hot! You guys are making my pussy soaking wet.”

I was so turned on watching that cock slide up and down Cheri’s ass, licking her horny pussy, seeing him rub the tip around her hole; I was thrusting my hard dick into her wet mouth fucking it wanting to shoot my load, but not wanting this action to stop.

“Gawd I’m gonna’ cum she cried!” Humping against his dick, grinding her pussy on my face “Stick it in, pusshhh it into my ass, ahhh, oh, yess, oh this is so good, eat my cunt fuck it with your tongue… yes that’s it, I’m cumming, oh yeah, so good.”

As she released a squirt into my mouth Jim started spurting his seed into her ass. He didn’t get very deep in so I was able to watch the cum shoot out flooding her asshole with wet sticky cum. After several thrusts he pulled his cock out and let it flop into my mouth where I greedily sucked it in. His cum was running down Cherie’s ass onto his cock and in my mouth.

“Man you guys, I’m gonna’ cum!” cried Barb. “Wow, oh wow, you hot, horny fuckers! Clean that dick off, suck the cum off of it, yeah that’s it, now her asshole, lick that crack, get your tongue ataşehir escort bayan in there slut boy! Get all the cum.” Cheri still had her mouth wrapped around my throbbing cock, fucking my slit with her tongue.

“I need to fuck! Sit up Cheri, let me on that cock” said Barb. Cheri pulled her mouth from my dick and I soon felt the warm softness of Barb’s pussy envelope my cock. Jim had pulled his spent dick from my mouth so I could now concentrate on the sweet pussy and ass on my face.

“Oh jeez, I’m gonna’ cum again – eat me, use that tongue, yeah fuck my pussy, fuck my ass, oh yeah, do it!” Again I tasted her sweet nectar as she came, covering my face with her juice.

“Oh you horny bitch!” said Barb as she started riding my hard. “Fill my cunt with your cum, c’mon fuck me, use that cock, fuck, oh fuck yeah, that’s it, shove that horny rod into my pussy.”

I was thrusting hard into that warm, soft pussy, loving the feel of it around my cock. Barb was meeting each of my thrusts with downward strokes, driving my dick deep into her sopping wet pussy. Cheri had climbed off my face and she and Jim watched as Barb and I fucked. Each of us trying to get the other off.

“Oh Barb, you’re gonna’ make me cum, fuck me, fuck my cock, ride it!” She was humping up and down, tits bouncing, while she drove her pussy into me.

“Yeah, cum you fucker, cum, fill my cunt. Oh God I’m gonna’ cum too, fuck me, fuck me, oh, oh, do it, shoot your load!”

I couldn’t take it any more pushing my hips up driving my cock into her cunt I began to cum, squirt after squirt as a I unloaded. “That’s it, yes, oh that cum feels so good, mmmm, I love it” she continued riding up and down milking all the cum from my cock. “Oh I love fucking!” When I thought she was done, she began to grind and rotate her hips around my still hard cock. “Oh, yeah, I’m gonna’ cum again, cum all over your cock.” It felt so delicious as she circled that pussy around my dick. What a hot wet mess we were. My cock and balls were covered with our juices.

“Almost done bitch” and she scooted up to my face proceeding to grind her soaking pussy all over. My tongue was instantly up her cunt, lapping at he juices flowing out. “Cheri, clean his dick up will you.” I felt a warmth engulf my cock as Cheri used her mouth and tongue and my shaft and balls. “Eat me slut, eat my pussy, see if you can get me to cum some more I know you love it.”

I renewed my efforts on her pussy, licking and sucking, nibbling her lips and clit wanting her to cum again. “Oh, oh, oh my, you fucking slut, you are gonna’ make me cum aren’t you.” Knowing she was close, I pushed my thumb in her pussy and a finger in her ass, still using me tongue.

That did it… “Oh fuckity fuck, fuck fuck yes! Yes, fuck my holes, I’m cumming again you bitch, eat me, fuck me, yes, yes, here it comes you cum slut.” She began to squirt, flooding my mouth and face. “Oh wow, wow, you hot fucker!” I pulled my finger from her ass and stuck it in her mouth which she gladly accepted, cleaning her tang from it.

Barb climbed off my face and laying next to me began licking the juices from my face. “Join me Cheri, let’s clean this cum slut up.” Soon I had two mouths and tongues licking me, sucking my nose, teasing my ears, kissing and sucking each other as we all swapped cum and spit back and forth.

Jim was now kneeling over us, stroking his cock “You guys really got me hot, I’m gonna’ cum again, drip my load all over you faces.”

“Yeah, do it honey, feed us your cum, give Danny boy some more cum we can share.” We all watched as Jim continued to stroke, drips of cum leaking from his cock onto our faces as we all battled with each other to get it. “Do it, cum for us, feed us your load” Barb hissed while continuing to lick and suck my face and mouth.

“I’m not sure I can do it again Barb.”

“Oh I know what will make it happen.” She got behind Jim, spread his cheeks and started tonguing his ass. “Keep licking Cheri, he’s gonna’ shoot another load any moment now. He loves having his ass licked.”

With Barb’s tongue fucking in and out of his hole he did start cumming, his dick pointed right at my mouth with Cheri and I both licking it up. Barb continued her tongue lashing while Cheri grabbed his cock and stuck it in her mouth getting all the sticky sperm out. She then pulled off and began to spit swap with me, letting the cum and her spit flow into my hungry mouth.

“Well I think we’ve certainly had some hot fucking today” said Barb.

“Wow Barb that was amazing, you really got that slut going. I’ve never cum so much in one session.”

“Well this bitch boi does like it – don’t you Danny.”

“I do indeed Barb, anytime you want. You guys are fantastic.

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Waking up the next morning, I was still a bit out of it. It wasn’t as much the blow job that was the traumatic experience as much as the whole evening. It had mostly been a great deal of fun. There were just these things about Kim that irked me. Like how she pushed, for example. Or that she didn’t even react in any way when Linda kissed me. And thinking back to that kiss, and most of the Linda-stuff, I had to think that yesterday’s successes were mostly due to her, to Linda.

And how she kissed me. It was a hunger I had never felt before. And even when she was in the midst of being an aggressive, dominant lover, she was able to communicate with me and try to make me feel better throughout. Why was it so that Linda was the one who took care of my well-being when neither Kim nor I did? I felt guilty, sure, but even still…

As I looked at my wife and my… new friend… sleeping peacefully beside me, I couldn’t help but think that there was something wrong with me. Maybe I was just overthinking all of this. I had half a mind to even call Amanda, just to have someone to talk with who wasn’t in this weird mix-up. Someone to get some advice from.

I rolled out of bed, and as quietly as I could, snuck to the bathroom. After a quick wash and a few splashes of cold water to wake up, I made my way out to the kitchen. As I stood there, making myself a cup of coffee, I could feel Kim’s presence enter the room.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Morning,” I said without turning around.

“Last night was a lot of fun,” Kim said. I wanted to say something, but again, we were going to be stuck here at the lodge for another week or so. I tried to convince myself it was just an overreaction on my part. It probably was. The more I thought about what had happened, the more thrilled I was about perhaps a repeat. However, by now, it was hard to discern which part I wanted a repeat of. It was all a bit fuzzy and I felt a bit numb. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said, looking back at her. “I’m just a bit out of it, I guess.”

“You do look like you’re in deep thought,” Kim said. “You can always talk to me about whatever. I’m your wife, after all, Josh.”

“I know,” I said, not knowing how to express it. “I just…”

“It’s okay,” Kim said, pulling me into her embrace. “It’s all a bit weird, but we’re all young and dumb and horny.”

I couldn’t help but smile at that.

“You’re right,” I said, giving her a kiss. “I’m probably just overthinking it.”

“You can talk to me,” Kim reiterated. She gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze. It was odd that it was weird that my wife showed me affection like this. It was always debauched sexual stuff. I then felt guilty for even thinking that way.

“Yeah. I just want to get on with the day, honestly,” I said.

“Go wake Luna, then. That girl goes into hibernation anytime she hits the pillow,” Kim said, chuckling.

I felt kind of dirty talking like nothing was wrong. I still couldn’t help but feel a bit violated. Linda too, for that matter. She never asked for this to happen to her, for me to… suck… her cock. Linda did say she hoped for it, but perhaps under different circumstances. I wondered what she meant by that.

“Luna,” Kim reminded me.

“Right,” shaking it off before leaving the kitchen to go find her. I found Luna’s door open and peeked in. “Luna, time to wake up!”

I looked inside, seeing her sleeping form on the bed. A bear in hibernation indeed. I walked up to the bed, but instead of waking up, I sat down on the bed and sort of just sat there for a moment, alone with my thoughts for a bit.

But I did actually want to get on with my day. I looked over at her. Luna was wearing nothing but a black thong and her bra, but I didn’t feel bothered by that. We had always been quite comfortable around one another, and even more so lately I guess.

I then grabbed the blanket and quickly yanked it off the few parts that still covered her, making her roll on her side and grab for the blanket.

“Wake up, you lazy fuck!” I chuckled.

“Fuck off,” Luna murmured, rolling over, but I rolled her back. “Josh… get the fuck out.”

“That’s no way to talk to your brother,” I said, grabbing her pillow and yanking it from under her head.

“It sure the fuck is!” Luna complained, trying to get the pillow back. And by trying, I mean she launched herself forward and slammed her forehead into my chest. “Fuck!”

“You’re so dumb,” I said, ruffling her hair. She looked up at me, squinting at me through the morning sun, but then she broke out into a smile.

“I know I am, but what are you?” Luna said, and she playfully slammed her elbow into my ribs. “Get out, you fuck. I’m almost naked.”

“Don’t act like I haven’t seen it before,” I chuckled.

“True,” Luna said, getting up from bed.

I stayed seated for a moment, just watching her get dressed. I mean, it was still sort of early, and I was still half asleep, so I just halfway laid there against the wall. It was Luna’s bed, but it smelled pretty ataşehir escort nice. Feminine and sweet. Pleasant.

“I thought we were getting up,” Luna said, poking at my stomach with her finger.

“I’m up,” I said. “I’m just… enjoying the view,” I teased.

“Yuck,” Luna said, poking her tongue at me. “I want you to join me sledding. Linda and Kim got all the mule fun yesterday, so today I want you to be a darling big brother and sled with me, then drag me back up at full throttle.”

“You know what, Luna, I might be able to do just that!” I said as if she was asking me to run to the store.

Leaving Luna to get properly dressed, I headed to help Kim set the table for breakfast. Linda soon joined us, giving me an apologetic smile. In the light of a good morning, and with three pretty girls smiling and chatting, I felt my whole world lift up. I guess I had experienced a bit of melancholy, but I was starting to feel much better. Linda even leaned up to give me a quick peck on the cheek, which earned me an unreadable look from Kim.

“Wait, what happened last night?” Luna asked. “Did I miss out on something?”

“Don’t get so drunk and you won’t miss out on the fun,” Kim smiled.

“Fuck that,” Luna said, grabbing the OJ. She didn’t really pry other than that. She was a lot more interested in what to do today. The weather was just perfect, so it would be a shame not to use it.

“Luna wants to sled,” I said, looking at Kim. Kim then exchanged a look with Linda. Luna then looked between the two of them.

“Fuck you two, you fucked, didn’t you?” Luna said, then looked at me. “You okay with this?”

Linda and Kim at least had the decency to blush. Luna threw her hands in the air.

“I’m getting left out?” Luna complained. “Come on, Josh. Let’s go do some motherfucking sledding.” And thus she stormed off.

“Is it okay?” Kim asked me. “I mean, if we stay indoors a bit?”

“Sure,” I said, somewhat awkwardly.

“I might have to fuck your wife a bunch, to really teach her a lesson,” Linda said, playfully smacking Kim’s ass. Kim groaned, but her smile didn’t drop. She actually looked quite excited.

I couldn’t help but smile. As I headed outside, I thought to myself that I was perhaps just overreacting. If our first try on this lifestyle hadn’t been so botched, I think I’d be thrilled to see a girl like Linda top, mount, and dominate the shit out of Kim. Maybe even me… but I tried not to think too much about that as it was still something I was confused about.

I tried to shove Kim and Linda’s plans away as the thought of them was both highly arousing and equally concerning. I wanted to watch and I didn’t. But what better than to go outside and fuck around in the snow all day with my dear sister?

Greeting the wife her happy birthday, Luna and I went outside and immediately found the sleds. Luna quite aggressively dragged it over to the slope where we could ride down the hill to the lake. I had half a mind perhaps to google whether the lake was fishable. I’d never done any fishing in the winter like that. I think there was a name for it, but it escaped me.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Doesn’t feel too cool to be left out is all,” Luna said. “Though no offense, I don’t think I’d wanna join anyway if you were participating.”

“I get it,” I said.

“And you’re okay with Kim spending her birthday all day getting railed by your friend?” Luna asked. “That’s like the ultimate betrayal.”

“Luna…” I said.

“Fine, fine. I’m just saying,” she said. “I mean, we were supposed to come here and have fun and get wasted. Now they’ll stay inside and exclude us?”

“I don’t think that is really the case. I mean, it is, but I’m sure they will join us eventually. Kim just discovered Linda’s… prowess and I guess they might want to explore a bit,” I said, hardly believing I was defending what Kim was doing. Honestly, I did feel bad for Luna that something that was probably kinda my fault now made her feel excluded.

“Whatever,” Luna sighed. “You got your sled, and I got mine. You wanna see who gets to the bottom fastest?”

“Let’s do it,” I said.

Luna and I raced down the hill, laughing our heads off the entire way. Luna seemed to have her aerodynamics down, as she seemed to pick up speed. I’d thought weighing fifty pounds more than her would give me an advantage in a downhill race, but alas, I saw Luna haul ass down the hill. There was a slight turn, and Luna cut the corner easily as if she had never done anything but sledding in her life.

Then.

“OH SHIT!” I heard her yelp.

She tried to stop, but then lost control of her sled, flipping it over. It was a good thing the snow was so deep, as I was soon at her side.

“You okay?”

I then looked past the wreck that was Luna. Two kids, boy and a girl at probably like 10 and 11, had been in the way and Luna had barely missed them.

“Oh shit,” I said, jogging over to them. “You guys okay?”

“We’re fine,” ataşehir escort bayan the oldest girl said. “Sorry, we shouldn’t have been in the way.”

“Don’t worry about it. Luna should watch where she’s going,” I said, earning a look from Luna who was rubbing her elbow. “You guys staying at the other cabin up there?” I asked.

*

“Looks like Luna and Josh have gotten some new friends,” Linda mused, looking out the window. I went over to join her.

We remained inside, at least for now. Linda was sore from yesterday’s trip(and our nightly activities, I bet) while I hoped for more of it.

Luna and Josh come running up the hill with a kid on each of their sleds, both laughing hysterically. I spotted their parents not far off either, looking content that someone else was entertaining their kids, as they sat on a big blanket drinking something steaming.

“That is so cute,” Linda said almost lovingly, watching the two turn around and race down the slope again, the kids shrieking in excitement. “So what do you wanna do today?”

“I mean, we could join them outside,” I said. “Or we can stay inside and explore each other’s bodies a bit more.”

Linda slapped my ass hard.

“Naughty,” she said, moving in behind me to nibble at my earlobe. I never knew I liked that, but apparently, I did. “We got this nice cabin where it’s nice and warm. Why don’t you,” Linda spanked me again, “make yourself useful and go get naked for me?”

“Right here?” I asked, feeling suddenly out of breath.

“Oh yeah. I want you to bend over the breakfast table,” Linda said, making my whole body quiver.

I walked over to the table, feeling my cheeks burn with the idea that I was going to do this. We hadn’t even tidied up. The other two had already left their cereal bowls, milk cartons, and stuff out, and here I was, about to have Linda fuck the crap out of me.

I did as told, pushing the things I could reach aside, bent over as my robe was eagerly untied by Linda. I felt her rub the thick head of her cock along the crack of my ass a stroke or two before finding her way between those pert butt cheeks. It felt so thick, so big, but as Linda made sure I was ready by easing into me and circling her blunt head inside of me, there was only the incredible rush of lust.

“Come on then, slut,” she chuckled.

Both me and the table jolted and let out a groan in unison, feeling her big helmet fully pierce through my tight wetness.

“Yeah, you like that?” Linda said, pulling back before sliding further and further inside of me, stretching parts that had been untouched for a long while. “Being a cheating wife on your damn-near perfect husband? Naughty little girl!”

I bit into my fist, letting out an incoherent, yet desperate cry. This was all I needed. What a way to start my birthday. And what a birthday it was going to be!

“Ah, look at that slutty face,” Linda hissed. She then pushed my head down flat on the table before using it as leverage to properly pick up speed. Fuck. How did I even get into this?

Maybe it was because I couldn’t last long and was soon cumming over the table while my younger, feminine domme used me, filled me, and claimed my pussy as her personal playground. Linda closed her eyes to concentrate, it seemed like.

“You like that, ugh, tight married pussy?” I asked her. “Like fucking Josh’s wife?”

“Hell yes,” Linda grunted, furrowing her brow as if me teasing her like that triggered something.

But when she started to use me fully, instead of maintaining a brutal pace, Linda was focusing more on hard, slow strokes, really molding my body to her.

“Damn, you were made to be my slut,” she grunted. “Such a fucking whore for me.”

She then suddenly gripped my hair and wrenched my neck up before gripping my throat tightly and pounding hard for several minutes, before finally Linda stopped deep in me. I could feel her cock throb and grow even larger right against my cervix. I knew she was close. The close-by danger of Linda cumming inside of me was both terrifying and delightful.

I knew I should tell her to pull out, that I wasn’t on any contraceptives, but instead, I let her use me. I wanted her to. I was addicted to the way it felt, the way she held me. I wanted to feel Linda finish inside of me. Was this it? Would I seal my fate by letting Linda do irreversible damage to my womb?

“I’m gonna cum,” Linda grunted in my ear, her voice almost a snarl as she pulled my head back by my hair, sending a shiver throughout my body.

Suddenly, she shoved me forward, pulling out as I knowingly turned around. And just in time too, as a huge glob of warm sticky cum collided with my face. As the scolding hot substance was covering me all over, I shamefully regretted that it wasn’t inside of me. For one, to feel Linda finish inside of me would be amazing, but I guess that going off the pill made me more susceptible to such thoughts.

Luckily, it wasn’t something I had to deal with escort ataşehir right now as Linda held me still by my hair, holding me still as she aimed her big cock towards my face.

After quite some time, and plenty of ropes, she let go of my hair and took a step back.

“That was incredible,” she said, and she sounded out of breath.

“Yes, it was,” I said. “Can I have a kiss?”

“Of course,” Linda said, kissing my lips. Though, I had to admit that it was perhaps not with the same ferocity as when she kissed Josh. Maybe. Or maybe I was imagining things. Or maybe she was simply a bit spent, a prospect that made me sort of jittery. “You want a shower?”

“I think I might,” I said.

It surprised me that I didn’t feel more guilt. In fact, the lack of guilt made me feel even worse.

“Let’s shower together,” Linda said. “I wanna see that body.”

Linda was gentle in the shower. She washed me as if I was made of glass. Her hands were soft on my skin, and she paid attention to all the sensitive spots. I felt my whole body relax. I was tired after being used like that, but I was so happy that Linda was there with me. It was almost like I was floating. She even entered a finger inside me, licking my clit as she brought me easily over the edge before gently washing me off.

“That was wonderful,” I said, giving Linda a peck. “Linda, can I ask you something?”

Linda nodded. “Sure.”

“Do you love Josh?” I asked. I mean, I had seen the signs and the way she kissed him last night…

Linda blushed as there was a small pause. She was probably weighing her words, which in essence told me everything I needed to know.

“Everyone likes Josh,” she said.

“That’s not what I asked. I understand, Linda. I love him too,” I said, taking her face in my hands. “I mean, do you love him romantically?”

“Kim, you’re his wife,” Linda said, but her voice was weak and shaky, which was very unlike Linda.

“You don’t have to say yes or no,” I said.

I had a suspicion for a while now, but instead of feeling jealous or angry… well, I was jealous and I sensed… some danger too, but at the same time… I felt excited about it. It was hard to explain. I guess that was what Josh felt when I cheated on him. Would he cheat on me with Linda? Would he go so far? Would he really let her fuck him?

Something so naughty… so dangerous… I couldn’t help but grow excited at the thought.

Linda then leaned forward to give me a kiss, and I let her. It felt so wrong, yet so good. She was my husband’s best friend and I was cheating on him with her, but… she wanted him. I was certain.

“Do you think of him when we’re together?” I gasped between kisses. “Do you think of fucking him when you fuck me? Does he make your cock hard?”

Linda blushed even harder. For once it was Linda who was the shy one.

“Yes,” she whispered. “But I can’t… you’re his wife, Kim. He loves you. We can’t. It wouldn’t be right. And we’re friends. I don’t want to ruin that”

“But you want to, don’t you?” I asked.

Linda looked up at me. “Get down on your knees. I need to shut you up.”

“Did you enjoy him sucking your dick?” I said, getting down to obey my dear lover. “I can tell you, it’s hot as fuck.”

Linda groaned as she watched me take her in my mouth again. “Fuck…”

I took it as far as I could, thinking about how hot it was to see Josh suck her off, and then I bobbed my head up and down as fast as I could. I was just as horny as Linda was, and I was eager to how much I could please her before she exploded.

“Yes, that’s it, you whore,” Linda moaned. “Take it deep. Sure, I think about him. And when he looks at me railing you, I hope he gets a demonstration of what I can give him.”

I’d respond, but Linda put her hands on my head, making me choke on her cock. Visions of Linda topping Josh swam through my mind and I started fingering myself furiously. The idea of it made me so fucking wet.

“Ah, ah!” Linda exclaimed, pushing deeper, even when I protested, Linda showed her domineering character and pushed the top of my head down on the entire length of her cock. Linda didn’t give a single fuck and ignored my protest to basically throat fuck me. “There you go. That is what you get for taunting me, you bitch!”

Finally, she released me and I felt her pull out just in time to spray her warm, thick buttery load all over my face and mouth. God, it had become my second nature now, but I tried not to show how incredibly horny it made me feel. How fucking nasty and wrong and slutty it made me feel.

“Gah!” Linda moaned, squeezing out the last drops of her load all over me, each drop every bitter as it was pungent. Ropy and stringy in texture, thick in parts like barely melted butter. And warm. Linda’s genes. I shuttered.

For a while, all I could do was smile with my cum-filled mouth wide open and feel her cum dripping down my face, as she poured in more. And afterward, Linda even reached forward and collected some of her juices on her fingers, and fed it back to me. I sucked on her fingers greedily, cleaning her fingers of all the seed she had painted on me before she shoved her fingers deep into my mouth.

“I’m the one in charge,” Linda reminded me, making me quiver.

“Yes,” I whimpered, before sucking eagerly on her fingers.

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** This story contains several fetish themes: small penis humiliation, cuckolding, incest, cfnm. This may not be something you enjoy if these themes do not resonate with you. All characters are over 18. This is a work of fiction – some characters will have actions that would never work in real life. If you enjoy this story, please leave a comment and check out some of my other stories. **

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. “Then… let’s stop pretending.” She was right–the idea of letting go and embracing this newfound openness was exhilarating.

“After all,” she smiled, “what could be more humiliating than having both of our daughters see your tiny, little pee pee get all worked up while watching your hot wife fuck a much bigger cock?”

“Maybe,” I admitted. “But it’s still… complicated.”

“Complicated?” Hope laughed. “You keep saying that, but it’s really not that complicated,” she mused. Hope’s eyes locked onto me as if she were trying to read my mind. Seconds later she let out a revelatory gasp like she had just figured out a puzzle.

“It really embarrasses you, doesn’t it?” She asked, her voice softer now, almost tender. “You’re afraid Grace and I won’t understand how complicated it is for you–the feelings it produces, the shame, the humiliation, and the arousal… It’s really only complicated for you, isn’t it?”

She was right–dead right. The flood of mixed emotions I felt wasn’t something I could easily explain, even to myself. The shame of my inadequacy, the humiliation of being exposed, how much I loved seeing my wife stretched out and filled with a large throbbing cock, the way she let herself enjoy it, even with me watching, the strange undeniable arousal that came with it–it was all so deeply personal. And now, my daughter was laying it all bare with a clarity that left me feeling more exposed than standing naked in her room.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “It’s… it’s complicated for me.” I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and nodded slowly.

Hope stepped closer placing her hand on my arm. “Daddy, it’s okay to feel that way. None of us will ever fully understand what it’s been like for you living with such a small penis. I’m not judging you – either of you, not now that I’ve seen it for myself. And that’s why Grace has to see it too.”

Charity’s hand found mine, her fingers intertwining with my own. “She’s right,” she said, her voice firm but gentle. “It’s time to stop all the secrets. We’re family. We should tell Grace. We should show her and we can all deal with this together.”

A quick glance at the clock on the wall showed it was not even 10:00 pm yet. I could’t believe how much had happened in the past few hours. Charity and I cleaned up, headed back to our room trying to shake off the lingering tension, while Hope texted Grace, arranging to pick her up on the way back from the game. Grace, as expected, was thrilled at the idea of a surprise visit from her sister, though she had no idea what she was walking into.

As I stepped into the shower, I could hear my wife talking to her friend. I am not sure what she said, but I know he agreed to it.

Ever since I was little, the shower was my prime place to relax, think, dream, and make decisions. Tonight, my mind was racing, the thought of my daughters knowing our secret was nothing I ever planned on. Over the years I’d wondered what they would do, how they would react. It’s the one secret fetich I never shared with my wife, the thought of my daughters knowing my dick was small, having our girls tease me. I even jerked off to the thought of them telling their friends.

My endorphins were flooding my brain, my dick fully erect. I dried off, slipped on some shorts, my little member tenting the thin fabric. I stepped out to find Hope and Charity talking on the sofa in our bedroom.

Charity was wearing her robe, and Hope had put her top back on. I walked in on a conversation that seemed like it should have gone quiet once I was in the room, but they just kept talking.

“No…I ataşehir escort feel it, Hope, it’s not like like that. It’s not bad, it’s just not enough.” Charity shared, obviously talking about me.

“But, like – don’t you get… stretched out by bigger cocks, I mean it seems like after awhile you just wouldn’t even feel it anymore.”

“Uhh,” My wife hesitated looking over at me, “Honestly… yeah, I don’t really feel him like I used to, at least not like a remember. I think I have been sort of ruined for your father. It’s still nice though, I like it, but, it’s a different kind of pleasure. It’s more of a feeling of ….” She paused searching for the right word. “Joy. I get a sense of joy knowing I can make him feel that good, but I’ll take oral over his dick any day. If that makes sense.” My wife smiled, “Now, I think we all need some sleep, tomorrow is a big day, and you have a couple of hours of driving to do.”

“Mom?… Do you have a toy I can try out? I don’t think I am going to be able to sleep all worked up like this.” Hope giggled, Pandora’s box had clearly been open. Charity rummaged around in our toy drawer and pulled out a dildo she bought because she said it was almost exactly like her friend’s cock, some lube, and a wand vibrator and sent her back to her room.

I laid in bed for a long time staring at the clock. Then I heard her, the faint whimpers and moans of Hope fucking herself trailed down the hall. We usually sleep with our door cracked open, a habit we started when the girls were little.

“Sounds like she’s enjoying it,” Charity chuckled. I rolled over, Charity was facing away from me. I reached for my bride, sliding my hand down her back gripping her thick ass.

“I can’t sleep.” I whispered, as I moved over grinding my hard dick against her thick butt. Charity rolled over facing me, and kissed me gently.

“This is really turning you on isn’t it?” She sighed. “I know we didn’t plan on this, but maybe it’s for the best. I mean… be honest with me, it kind of feels like we’ve been in a rut – not bad, just a little predictable.” I had to agree with her, as much as I enjoyed our secret life, it hadn’t given me that same thrill that it used to in a long time. In fact it had been a couple of months since I joined Charity and her friend in person, I just wasn’t that into it anymore. Charity knew it too, and had even suggested finding a new guy, going away to a swingers party out of town, or even telling her sister about our secret.

Hope let out a long exaggerated almost porn like squeal. “Sounds like her door is open. Why do you think she would do that?” I sat in silence. “She’s teasing you, Jason, she wants you to hear her. So, here’s what you’re going to do.” I could see her faintly in the darkened room as she talked, a sexy smile spread across her face.

“You’re going to take these shorts off, walk down the hall, and peak inside Hope’s room. You’re going to play with your little peepee while watching her. Then I want you to cum in your hand, and come back and show it to me.” She kissed me again. “Don’t you dare come back empty handed.”

Charity and I frequently played these kinds of sex games – various challenges and dares, but never involving our kids. My heart was racing, I couldn’t believe what she was encouraging me to do, and yet I didn’t have the willpower to fight it. She tugged at my shorts punctuating that it was a command not a choice. I slipped them off and rolled out of bed. My wife chuckling as she saw my hesitancy. Two words escaped her lips.

“Do it.”

I moved down the hallway with slow, deliberate steps, rolling my feet heel to toe like I was walking on glass. The floor felt cold beneath me, every creak a potential alarm. I kept my weight low, breathing shallow, trying not to make a sound. Each step was its own little mission: place, press, shift. I didn’t rush. I couldn’t. One wrong move, one careless step, and I’d be heard–or worse, seen. The hallway stretched ahead like a tunnel of tension, every shadow watching, every silence waiting to be broken.

Charity was right, Hope’s door was open, she never left her door open at night, this was intentional. Her room isn’t big, just enough space for her twin bed, nightstand, dresser, and a desk. Her bed up against the wall, if she was sitting up she’d be facing the door. It was brighter in her room than in the hall, she must have her nightstand lamp on. I finally made it to the doorway and held my breath as I looked inside. Now it was my turn to watch from the doorway.

Hope was lying on her bed, her young naked body glistening in the light. Her lamp was turned down low, her laptop perched beside her lamp added to the glow. There was just enough angle on the screen for me to see. Did she do it on purpose?

The video playing showed a chisled man with a large cock fucking a young woman. Hope had her headphones on. I let out a faint huff as she gripped her breasts. The bottle of lube tucked under her arm making it quick access as she needed more. Her hands coated in shiny liquid. Her legs spread as she struggled to work the large dildo inside her. She panted and sighed as she mastrubated to the porn, her hands too slick to firmly grasp the thick dong, rookie mistake.

I watched from the doorway, my hand toying my penis. Hope slid her other hand down to her clit circling her pea as she clumsily played with the thick toy. She was caught between lust and frustration – a look I was all to familiar with. She wiped her hands on her chest and legs, whimpering.

She grunted as she wrestled the dong, huffing like it personally offended her. With one hand she spread herself open, and with the other she attempted to shove the cyperskin cock inside her, stuffing it in inch by inch. Then loosing her grip it slipped down between her legs.

“Damn it!” she muttered, each word punctuated by a nostril huff. She snorted and blew a strand of hair out of her face, and then laughed under her breath–half amused, half exasperated. Her eyes were bright with the kind of sexual thrill I had experienced many times. Her defeat was sealed with a frustrated sigh and a crooked smile as she smacked the dildo on the bed. I was fixated on her body, lost in the scene unfolding.

“Daddy?” She whispered. Her eyes meeting my own, but I didn’t flinch.

“You can come in.” She giggled.

I stepped through the doorway, her eyes immediately trailing down to my tiny hard dick. “I like you like this, it’s just so cute.” She mused. “Maybe that should be a new rule, no more clothes for you when we’re at home.” She motioned me closer till I was right beside her bed.

“What are you doing?” She smiled.

“Just checking on you.”

“Oh, uh huh, makes sense, totally plausible.” She reached over wiping her slick hand around my soft bare flesh.. “But, since you’re here, can you help me out a bit?” She slid over and patted the bed. I sat on the edge. What was I doing?

“I can’t get a good hold. It’s so thick and long.” She sighed. “Her fingers were slick with lube, glistening in the dim light of her room. “And I think my hands are too slippery now. Can you help?” she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation.

I reached for the dildo–the same one I had used on her mother hundreds of times before. It felt familiar in my hand, but this… this was different. I stared at it for a moment, I hadn’t really looked at it in years.

The dildo is so much bigger than my penis, sometimes it seemed like an unrealistic model a comically large phallus. But, then I rememebred it was nearly identical in length and girth to Charity’s friend. Hope’s fingers wrapped around my wrist, guiding me toward her desperate cunt. Her pussy was already glistening, her arousal evident as she spread her legs wider for me.

“Hope, I can’t… this is too far.” I babbled.

“It’s just a toy, Daddy. Just help me get it in… it’s just so big.”

I hesitated for only a moment before pressing the tip of the dildo against her entrance. She moaned softly, her hips lifting to meet it, and I slowly began to push it inside. The way she stretched around the thick toy sent a chill through my body, goose bumps rose on my arms.

“Oh, Daddy,” she gasped, her voice breathless as the dildo sank deeper. “That’s it… just like that.” Her hand tightened around my wrist, urging me to keep going. I obeyed, my dick throbbed as I worked the toy in and out of her. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, and I could feel her body trembling beneath me, and I knew Charity could hear it all.

“You’re so good at this,” she whispered, “I guess you have to be.” She grabbed my balls smiling and biting her lip. She didn’t jerk me, just held my balls and dick in her hand. I continued to pleasure her. She clenched around the dildo, her stomach quivered, and I knew she was close.

“Keep going,” Hope gasped, smilling as if finally scratching an itch that had been bothering her all day. “Oh, Daddy,” She sighed, releasing herself to my touch. She inhaled sharply and her eyes popped open, as if remembering something. “Please… do it like you do for mom. Make me cum.”

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Not when she was looking at me like that–like I was the only one who could give her what she needed. Fuck! I couldn’t believe how much she looked like Charity 20 years ago. But, if this had been her mother I’d been sucking her clit while fucking her with the dong. Is that what she wanted? And for a moment I thought about leaning in and taking her into my mouth. Instead, I held the vibrator to her clit and flicked it on.

“Jesus! Fuck me! God, Daddy!” She bucked clawing my leg, as her body convulsed with pleasure, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. I had done that. Me. Her daddy.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she murmured.

“You can jerk your dickie if you want to Daddy. Go on, play with it.” She encouraged. I pinched my dick between my thumb and two fingers quickly tugging myself. “Oh my God, it’s so little you can’t even use your whole hand.” She snorted.

I was still sitting on the edge of her bed, my trembling fingers wrapped around my tiny cock, sliding the skin up and down over the head. It was awkward, as it always was when I tried to jerk off in a seated position–my short shaft made it nearly impossible to get a firm grip. But Hope didn’t seem to mind. She watched me with amusement.

“It’s so tiny, Daddy,” she said. “I just can’t get over it. It’s so cute.” She snorted and then reached over, her fingers lightly brushing against my balls. The touch was electric, and I gasped.

“So… do you shave it? Or What?” She snickered.

“Wax… I wax.” I grunted as I worked my dick slowing down, wanting the moment to last longer.

“It’s so smooth. Makes you look just like a little boy. Is that why you do it?” She teased, I didn’t answer.

“Stand up, Daddy,” she urged, her tone soft but commanding. I stood up, she through her legs to the side of the bed, she grabbed my hips placing me between her legs. “Cum on my boobs.” She commanded lifting them up. My hand moving faster, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I worked myself under her watchful gaze.

Her eyes never left me, and I could feel the heat of her stare. “You really are an amazing Dad,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “Such a good husband, letting Mom have her fun, even though you can’t satisfy her.”

I felt myself teetering on the edge, my body trembling with the effort to hold back. But I didn’t want to stop–not yet. Not while she was watching me like this.

“That’s it, Daddy,” she cooed. “Just let it happen. Cum on me.” I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body tensed, and I came with a soft moan, my tiny cock twitching in my hand as I erupted over her breasts.

Hope laughed softly, “Good job, Daddy,” she said. “Now, maybe we can both get some sleep.” She reached over to grab some tissues and I stopped her.

“I’ve got it.” I scooped as much of my cum off her chest as I could and made my way back to Charity, my hand covered in cum.

“That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” She giggled. “Now… go wash your hands and let’s get some sleep.”

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Lauren and Kelsie woke up on Saturday both desperate to poop and pee. They got on the phone immediately and started talking through their desperate urges. The timing had been worked out again, and Kelsie was holding her bowels three days, Lauren holding four. They planned on doing a holding scenario where they were college students who woke up late for lectures, barely had a chance to pee, and had to endure the day with full bowels. The same setup from the airplane scenario was used to provide realism, with tables next to chairs to support iPads.

“Lauren, I’ve gotta shit so badly. I don’t know how I’m going to last through our lecture.”

“Same here, we just don’t have any time, and this is a super important class, we can’t miss this lecture. We’ll just have to hold it in until we can get out of the lecture. We should be able to go before the second one.”

“I hope so, otherwise I might not make it.”

“Me neither. We just need to hope for the best.”

The two young women walked around the house on video chat simulating the walk to class, both grunting every so often as their bowels tried to empty in their panties.

When they reached class, they sat in their seats and tried to get comfortable, but it was hard with their bowels so full. Each felt like they would start prairie dogging soon, and neither knew if they could make it through class with clean panties.

As the minutes went by, Lauren and Kelsie only got more desperate. At one point, Kelsie turned to Lauren and whispered, “I gotta go! My asshole keeps opening, and I keep having to squeeze the shit back inside. It’s so bad, I don’t know if I can hold it much longer!”

“Damn, me too, it keeps pushing on the inside of my anus, it feels so big, and there’s a ton of pressure. I just hope we can make it to the end of class!”

After nearly an hour, Lauren and Kelsie were much worse off. Both were turtleheading, both desperately sucking their bowel movements back in with some accompanying grunts and groans, hoping no one would notice their desperation. They had to make it to the bathroom after this lecture, otherwise they would likely both unload Bayan Escort their massive shits in their panties.

With a few minutes left of the 90-minute lecture, Lauren and Kelsie were in bad shape. They were regularly grunting together with the effort of holding their loads in their bowels. Lauren spoke first this time saying, “I can’t remember the last time I had to take a shit this badly. I’m constantly prairie dogging now, it just doesn’t want to stay in my rectum. We’ll have to move slowly to get to the bathroom without losing it.”

“I agree. If I move too fast, it’s all over, and I’ll take a giant shit in my panties.”

They slowly got up together careful not to let themselves relax, getting on video chat for the walk to the bathroom and relief of their aching bowels. When they turned the corner to the bathroom, Kelsie groaned, and Lauren acknowledged why. “A line. Damnit, I don’t know that we’ll have time before next lecture to go. I guess we just get in line and hope for the best?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Kelsie said with a grunt, “I’m not overly optimistic.”

After a few minutes of squirming in line, Lauren and Kelsie realized they’d be late for second lecture if they kept waiting. Groaning with the desperation and the frustration at having been denied relief, they walked quickly to their next class and sat down extremely uncomfortable and unsure how much longer they could wait.

This lecture was supposed to be an hour, though the professor was known to be verbose, and sometimes went over by a few minutes. Half an hour in, Lauren looked at Kelsie and said, “I don’t know if I can wait. I’m prairie dogging again, and it’s getting extremely difficult to suck it back in. I hope we can get out of here on time.”

“Yeah, maybe then we can finally find a bathroom and poop, if we make it that far.” She grunted with the effort of holding, and Lauren knew Kelsie was in trouble just like she was. As the second half of the lecture went on, Lauren and Kelsie were grunting and groaning on camera for each other, sitting in their seats desperate to poop. When class was supposed to end at Escort the top of the hour it did not, as the professor was still rambling for a few more minutes. “Kelsie turned to Lauren and said, “One more lecture, I hope there’s no line at the bathroom or I’m seriously going to shit my pants.”

“Same. Just be ready to move so we can beat the line.”

They both made a show of carefully putting books away, and moved to the edge of their seats, ready to make a break for the door as much as their overloaded bowels would allow. When the professor dismissed everyone, Lauren and Kelsie got up and walked out quickly, each straining to keep from loading their panties as they briskly moved to the bathroom. Lauren arrived first and pushed the door, but it wouldn’t open. She nearly started crying, “Oh God, it’s locked! I can’t hold it much longer! What now??”

“I have no idea; do we look for another bathroom?”

“No time, next lecture starts in less than ten minutes. We just need to hold it and hope we can make it back to the dorm.” But neither one really believed they’d make it back without loading their panties.

They arrived at the final lecture, also an hour, and very uncomfortably got in their seats, both struggling badly to contain their massive bowel movements. As the lecture began, Lauren grunted a little more loudly than usual, and Kelsie turned to see Lauren stick a hand behind her ass. A minute later the hand returned to her belly. To Kelsie’s inquisitive look, Lauren said, “I just had to reach back there and push the poop back inside with a couple fingers. I’m not sure I’ll make it out of this room without filling my panties.” She was clearly in bad shape, but so was Kelsie. Her poop started prairie dogging again, and she started grunting with the effort of holding it in. By half an hour into the lecture, Lauren and Kelsie were prairie dogging again and looked at each other with a pained expression of intense desperation. Kelsie said with a groan, “I can’t hold it, I’m shitting myself.”

“Me too,” Lauren said with a grunt of her own, “it’s touching cloth, and I can’t keep it in.”

Both Ankara Eskort quietly grunted with the effort of still attempting to hold on for the next several minutes, but at nearly 45 minutes into the lecture, even their seats weren’t providing enough resistance to keep their massive loads in their bowels. They kept quietly grunting as thick log after thick log loaded their panties, trying not to draw any unnecessary attention to themselves as they both filled their panties with days of accumulated poop.

When they were done, both looked relieved, and as long as the smell didn’t give them away, they could possibly escape class without being noticed. They agreed to simply go back to the dorm and clean up in the toilets there. It was then that Kelsie had a realization. “Lauren, I need to pee really badly. Think I should wait until we get back?”

“I do too, so yes.”

They walked back to the dorms together, trying not to draw attention to their pooped pants or the desperate walk they were doing to keep their full bladders in check. On returning, they didn’t immediately clean up either. They got on screen for each other, enjoying their full bladders for a while longer with their loads sensually lodged between their asses. After less than an hour, both were too desperate to hold their pee, so they went to the bathroom intending to each sit on the toilet and relieve their bursting bladders. On getting into the bathroom though, all stalls were taken, and Lauren and Kelsie were forced to wait longer, which was what finally did them in. As they stood there in line in their messy pants, pee dancing like crazy, Lauren lost her bladder in her pants and on the floor, followed seconds later by Kelsie. They went back to their rooms to masturbate on camera in their messes. After they both cleaned up, there was a follow-up conversation which Lauren had been wanting to ask for some months now since they first met on the west coast. “Kelsie, I don’t know how to ask this, so I’m just going to be direct and hope for the best.” She paused, and Kelsie almost looked like she knew what was coming, putting Lauren briefly at ease. “Would you be willing to move out here to live with me?”

“Is this an actual relationship now? Am I more than just a friend?”

“Yes, that’s been my view of you for a while now. Am I way off?”

“No,” Kelsie said, “you’re not. And yes, I’d be happy to move in with you!”

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