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Copyright (c) 2019 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved.

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This is one of a series of stories set in what I call Universe-J. Universe-J is very much like this universe with a few exceptions.

First the people tend to be a little more sexual and less hung up on sex that they are in our universe. This does not mean that monogamy is the exception. James and Heather were monogamous for a significant amount of time before they “accidentally” swapped partners.

Second the repercussions of unprotected sex are less severe than our universe. Not to say that STDs and unexpected pregnancies don’t occur, just that they occur less frequently and in the case of STDs, a good shot of antibiotic will put you right again. HIV has yet to be introduced so STDs aren’t a death sentence there.

Lastly, pedophilia and incest (which I will not be writing about) are virtually unknown. Children are to be protected and loved not abused. When they reach the age of consent, they can join in the adult games if they so desire, but there is no pressure on them to do so.

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Tom looked at the coals in the grill and decided they weren’t ready. He lifted his beer and let the cool nectar of the gods slide down his throat to join the rest of the six pack.

Not quite drunk, but definitely buzzed, an errant thought popped into his head. ‘April Fool’s day is coming,’ he thought as he let his mind wander.

Seemingly at random, his memories focused on late March of 2016 and that old dive bar next to the adult bookstore….

“Tim, you gotta do me this solid,” Tom remembered saying.

His identical twin just stared at him with a blank expression until he finally replied, “We haven’t done the old switcheroo since, what’s her name, Betsy.”

Tom cut him off, “It was Becky and she still blew you anyway. No this is serious shit this time. I have to go out of town to a client’s HQ on Friday. He is ready to sign and the CEO called me this morning to say that if I didn’t show I better have a note from the coroner or not to bother coming to work on Monday.”

Tim started to laugh and Tom cut him off again, “You don’t understand. This guy has no sense of humor. He was serious. That is how much this contract means to the company.”

Tom put his head in his hands and said, “An hour ago when I tried to tell this to Jean, she just looked at me and said that if I was not there to take her to the opening of her brother’s play, I should just delete her number from my phone, because my dick was never going to taste her sweet sweet pussy ever again. And she was deadly serious too.”

Tim took a big swig from his beer and then said, “What about an early flight home?”

Tom shook his head. “Tried that,” he said, “Because of time zones, the best I can do is to show up 2 hours late. I might as well not show up.”

They both sucked on their beers in silence, until Tom said quietly, “She is the one, Tim. When she sucks my cock, it is escort electric. She does things with her tongue you wouldn’t believe. I’ve had other girls deep throat me, but she just slides me all the way down and licks my balls.

“And after I blow my wad, she comes up and kisses me so sexily and whispers, ‘There. Now that we have the quick one out of the way, come fuck my brains out.’ I can’t help but get hard again.

“And she loves anal. About half the time when I’m fucking her I’ll have my thumb up her ass and when she starts to come, she’ll scream, ‘Get that thumb out, I want that big cock of yours up my butt.’

“When was the last time you heard that?”

Tim just stared at his brother, open jawed.

Tom said, “Here, give me your phone. I’ll download some pictures of her for you.”

Tim just surrendered his phone and Tom put them back to back, making sure the movies transferred as well. When the files were transferred, he brought up the picture of Jean in her tiny yellow bikini and set the phone on the bar. “I’ll be back in a few,” he said. “Need to return some filtered beer to the environment.”

Just before he went into the men’s room, Tom looked back to see Tim swiping through the photos. ‘Hooked you,’ he thought with an evil grin.

‘Now to reel him in,’ thought Tom as he exited the bathroom and headed back to his brother.

Tim quickly set his phone face down on the bar as Tom approached. But not before Tom saw that it was playing one of the movies. ‘Bingo,’ Tom thought.

Before Tom could say anything, Tim blurted out, “Ok, I’ll do it, but only if you promise not to be mad if this blows up in your face or my face or whatever.”

“Cool,” said Tom as he slid off the bar stool. “Come out to my car and I’ll get you some of my shampoo, my deodorant and my body wash.”

Tim just looked question marks at his brother.

Tom stopped and responded, “I read about this in a story about twins swapping. Women are way more in tune to their noses. If you don’t smell like me, it will be over before it starts.”

Tim nodded and drank off the last swallow of beer. “Makes sense I guess.”

After picking up the box of toiletries and some of Tom’s clothes, Tim waved goodbye and drove off towards his home.

Tom stopped to text “It’s on,” and whistling tunelessly he climbed into his car and headed home.

On Friday night, Tom’s phone pinged. It was a text from Tim.

“OMG. Whatta babe!!! Reality >>> Pics.”

Tim also sent a surreptitious picture of his date in a skin tight red dress. Tom looked at it and whistled. It looked like it was painted on. And her nipples looked like they were trying to chew their way out of the paint.

Tom grinned broadly and showed the text to his female companion.

She reached down and rubbed the crotch of his jeans and smiled while whispering, “Let’s take this back to your room.”

Tom just nodded because all the blood was now filling his little head.

Saturday afternoon found Tom and Tim back at the dive bar once more. Tim was already there nursing escort istanbul a beer when Tom walked up and slapped his brother on the shoulder.

“So how was it?” Tom asked as he sat down and waved at the bartender for a beer.

“You were right,” Tim said. “She was fucking awesome and awesome to fuck.”

“So give up the details,” Tom said eagerly.

Tim took a long swig of beer before saying, “You know I don’t fuck and tell.”

“Well at least give me the highlights in case she asks,” Tom said pleading. “I am going to have to fake that it was me.”

“Alright, just the highlights,” Tim agreed.

“I did as you suggested and washed with your soap and stuff. Then headed over and picked Jean up. Those pictures you gave me do not do her justice by any stretch. She is a fucking babe. And that red dress. OMG. I had a stiffy by the time I walked up to her. I’m pretty sure she noticed.

“She gave me a kiss that damn near imploded my head.”

“Yeah. She has that effect on me too,” Tom agreed.

“Anyway, we went to the play. It was pretty good. Her brother was really good and we went back to talk with the cast after the show. Everybody was hitting on Jean and I ended up being kind of possessive and a bit of a jerk.”

Tom nodded and took a big swallow from his beer.

Tim continued, “So after a few minutes I whispered to her that we should leave and go someplace a little more private. She giggled and whispered back, ‘Somewhere to take care of your little problem?’

“I agreed and whispered back, ‘And before those nipples of yours tear through your dress.’

“We headed out to her place and I had just closed the door when she dropped to her knees, pulled my cock out and gave me the best blowjob ever. I blew my wad just after she swallowed the whole thing.

“You were right. After swallowing my jiz, she sttod up and kissed me, then said, ‘You were happy to see me. Now it’s time for you to repay the favor and fuck my brains out.’ With that, she grabbed my cock and pulled me into the bedroom.

“When we reached the bedroom, she had me unzip the dress and when it dropped to the floor, she was totally naked. It only took her moments to get me in the same state.

“She lay down on the bed and pulled my head between her legs and had me eat her. She must have been pretty excited too because it only took a couple of minutes for her to start thrashing and splash my face with her juices as she came. When she was done she pulled me up and licked my face clean.

“One of her hands went down and found that I was hard again. Smiling, she rolled me on my back and mounted my cock. As I slipped inside her it was like fucking a Fleshlight. She was so tight.

“I remembered that you said she likes a finger in her ass when you fuck her. I had to slip her my middle finger because I couldn’t get my thumb into her in that position.

“When I did that, she leaned down and bit my earlobe. She whispered that I was a very dirty boy and that I would get my cock in her ass soon enough. Then she started humping and beykoz escort grinding on me.”

By this time Tom was squirming in his seat desperate to adjust his erection.

Tim ignored him and continued, “Just before I got to the point of no return, she started shaking and flipped over and put the head of my cock at her backdoor and pushed down until I popped inside. She stopped, and then slowly slid down my cock until her ass cheeks rested on my thighs and my cock was fully engulfed.”

Tim stopped and took a large gulp of his beer before continuing. “Jean stopped and I could feel her breathing for a moment. I just kept still, trying not to come. Then I felt a finger slide into her pussy and she began to rub herself. She started to fuck my cock in and out of her ass and she started moaning and telling me to fuck her dirty ass with my cock.

“I lost it then and started fucking her ass as hard as I could and just as I started to lose it she screamed that she was coming and she wanted me to flood her butt with my come.

“That was all it took and I came like a grenade inside her. We bucked and thrashed and she laid back on me. I kissed her neck and rolled us over. Hours later I woke up, my cock still embedded in her ass. Just thinking about that started getting me hard again. I started to stroke in and out a little, just rubbing my cock inside her.

“Somewhere about then, she started to wake up and began to hump me back. I rolled her onto her stomach and slid my hands underneath her and cupped her breasts. That got her moaning and her nipples started to poke into my fingers.

“By then I was stroking my cock fully in and out. Occasionally I would pull all the way out and then slam myself all the way in. She had one hand down and was rubbing herself. As she started to come, I shoved my cock as deep as I could and dumped another load into her ass.

“We lay there coming down for a while then got up and showered. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, but we finally got dressed and I headed over here to meet you.”

Tom slapped his brother on the shoulder again. Laughing, he told Tim, “I have a confession. I didn’t go out of town. This whole thing was a setup. Turn around.”

Puzzled Tim turned and was face to face with Jean and Jean? His mouth moved but nothing came out.

One of the Jeans stepped forward and kissed him on the lips and hugged him close.

After a long time Tim came up for air and whined, “Somebody please tell me what is going on?”

Laughing, the girl in his arms said, “It’s simple. I’m not Jean, I’m Jane. The bitch over there hugging that son of a bitch, who I assume is Tom, is my twin sister Jean. We were set up as an April Fool’s day joke. The joke is on them though; I’m not giving you up. Marry me.”

Tim pulled her close and kissed her. When they broke, he said, “Yes.”

The memory started to fade as Tom started to come back to reality.

“Tom, are the steaks done?” called Tom’s wife.

“Yes, dear,” Tom called back as he snapped fully back to reality.

Shaking his head, Tom walked into the kitchen of the duplex and dropped the steaks on the table. He turned and kissed his wife, Jean as Tim opened the bottle of champagne and poured it into the glasses that his wife, Jane held out. April Fools indeed.

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Ashleigh’s Spring Break

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Part 6 of 8. Each part is self-contained and reading previous parts is not essential to the continuity of the story, but several recurring characters are only described in detail on their first appearance.

Part 1: Ashleigh’s Ride Home. Ashleigh misses her ride home after cheerleading practice.

Part 2: Ashleigh’s Game Day. Ashleigh and the other cheerleaders help their football team in any way they can.

Part 3: Ashleigh’s Research Project. Ashleigh has waited until the last day to finish her research project.

Part 4: Ashleigh’s Winter Ball. Ashleigh goes to her sorority semiformal.

Part 5: Ashleigh’s Christmas Break. Ashleigh goes home for Christmas.

Part 7: Ashleigh’s Summer Internship. Ashleigh gets a pretigious summer internship.

Part 8: Ashleigh Plays I’ve Never. Ashleigh plays a game with her sorority sisters and recounts her sexual past.

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Chapter 1

Ashleigh Holton’s mom kept begging her to come home for spring break, but Ashleigh refused. First of all, her stepdad was a pervert who had raped her over Christmas. More importantly, nearly all of the Kappas were going to Cancun. This was her first spring break ever, and she wasn’t going to waste it. Besides, she was running for Social Chair next year and she just wasn’t going to miss the biggest party of this year.

The only real problem was money. Ashleigh lied to her parents and told them she had an on-campus job, but she also lied to her sorority sisters and told them her parents were a lot richer than they were. In her first semester, she got her boyfriend, Jason, to buy her a lot of designer clothes and pay for a ton of stuff, plus she ended up fucking their neighbor, Mr. summer, for some cash. But she broke up with Jason and Mr. Summer got arrested for drug charges over Christmas break, and Ashleigh found herself scrambling for cash in her second semester.

She tried waitressing at a diner at the far end of town. It was far enough so that nobody from campus would see or recognize her, but it also meant that she had to take a cab out and back, which really ate into her earnings. She quit after her first paycheck. Then she got a job in the botany department tending the greenhouses, but she ended the day with scratches on her fingers and hands, and as a varsity basketball cheerleader she had to look her best all the time. She had earned enough to keep up appearances, but as spring break approached, she wondered where she was going to come up with money for the flight. (She was sharing a hotel room with 7 other sorority sisters and obviously she could get plenty of food and drinks for free.)

With a week and a day left before spring break, Ashleigh pulled up her bank statement and sighed – she had $210 in her account, and the minimum payment on her credit card was $180, due the day before she left. She was going to have $30 for the entire trip, unless she found a quick way to make some cash soon.

Fuck.

If only Mr. Summer were still around, Ashleigh knew that she could blow him for some cash. Blowing men didn’t bother her, and taking money for it didn’t, either. It was just that she didn’t have the opportunity. Or did she? Ashleigh pulled up her laptop and stared blankly into the Google home page – obviously, there were plenty of people out there who would pay her for a blowjob. But how was she going to find them? The minutes turned into hours as Ashleigh trolled through disgusting places on the Internet where no young woman should really be looking. Eventually, she found a (relatively) reputable website where she could post an ad for free. She spent a little time looking at a few other ads, uploaded a few cleavage shots, and then crossed her fingers.

The first call came in under five minutes later. Ashleigh realized she shouldn’t have given out her real cell phone number. The guy wanted a “date” for that night, which Ashleigh enthusiastically, but as soon as he asked where he should meet her, she froze. In a panic, she blurted out a Days Inn just off the freeway outside the city where Jason had taken her on their one-month anniversary (how romantic!). As soon as she hung up, she realized that cabbing out and renting the room would probably cost as much as she was going to get for her services.

Shit.

She didn’t have too much time to plan, however, as the second call rolled in just a few seconds after she hung up. She started stringing together her appointments, realizing that if she could meet a few people that night, she could fix some of her costs. An hour later, her phone was ringing non-stop, and she rushed in to take down her ad because she already booked appointments for 8, 9, 9:30, 10, 10:30, 11:30, 12, 12:30, 1, 1:30, and 2.

Ashleigh plopped down on her bed. It was almost 6, which meant she needed to get all her shit together. First, she located a bottle of mace that her mom had given her. Then, she packed a small bag, one that she could carry out of the house without arousing too much suspicion, with maslak escort three outfits, some makeup, a whole box of condoms and lube that she kept around for, um, emergencies. She called a cab and dressed in some nice slacks and a blouse, trying to imitate a businesswoman on a business trip.

After she checked into the hotel, though, Ashleigh rapidly transformed herself from mid-20’s businesswoman to 18-year-old slut – pigtails, no bra, her unbuttoned blouse tied just below her boobs, a tight black skirt, and then some black garters and tall heels. Ashleigh was uncomfortably nervous, and threw up at 7:55, just before the first knock on the door.

“Holy shit!” the man exclaimed as Ashleigh opened the door. The balding 40-something introduced himself as Rick, and checked her ass out as she closed the door behind him. Usually advertisements for 18-year-old blondes meant 28-year-old brunettes, but this chick was the real deal! His dick went rock-hard right away, and he was a blubbering mess by the time he counted out $200 and laid it on the dresser. He laid down on the bed and let Ashleigh remove his pants. His dick was already throbbing for release by the time she gently wrapped her lips around it, and he exploded into her mouth before she even got to suck him all the way in. Ashleigh was as surprised as he was embarassed. She just let his dick keep pumping jizz into her mouth, unsure of what to do next.

“I’ll pay you another $200 for a second pop,” the man offered, digging into his wallet. Ashleigh was a little dumbfounded – she thought that he had bought the whole half hour, and probably would have done him again for free. This was easier money than she thought! She straddled him to let him play with her tits through the sheer fabric of her blouse. Meanwhile, she stroked him slowly through his refractory phase until his dick was rock-hard again. Then she sucked it until it was flaccid again. Rick emptied his wallet as a tip on his way out, leaving her $436 for just half an hour of work!

Ashleigh pulled out the bottom dresser drawer and hid her bag with the cash behind the drawer, leaving just the condoms, lube, and mace out in plain view. She redid her lipstick (and hair, which Rick had grabbed for leverage as she went down on him) and watched a little TV before the next client arrived, an Asian businessman who counted out 2 crisp, clean $100 bills and then silently fucked her face while she knelt in front of him. He pulled out of her just as he came, spraying several jets of cum all over Ashleigh’s shirt and tits. “Goddammit, you asshole, now I’ve got to change shirts,” Ashleigh complained, but the man was already zipping up and rushing out the door, leaving Ashleigh to wipe herself off.

She tried to wipe the cum off of her shirt, but the water just made her thin blouse even more transparent. Ashleigh thought about changing, but then there was a knock on the door, and Ashleigh decided she’d get this guy done quickly and save a few minutes to change.

Unfortunately, the next guy, a white-haired retiree, wanted to negotiate. They had already agreed on a blowjob for $200, but he wanted full service. When Ashleigh said no, he wanted a discount. Finally, Ashleigh got fed up and told him that he had used up 10 of his 30 minutes, whether they stood and argued or whether she was sucking his dick. The retiree kept yakking away even while Ashleigh slurped his dick into her mouth, and didn’t cum until the next guy knocked on the door. Ashleigh swallowed his cum and hurried him out the door, realizing that she shouldn’t have stacked appointments back to back.

“Daaaaaamn, girl,” her next client whistled as he walked in, a middle-aged black man who called himself X. He flopped down on the couch and whipped his dick out of his pants, stroking it. Ashleigh’s eyes bulged at the monster cock that he sported, well larger than any dick she’d ever been with, and that was saying something. “Uh, you’ve got to pay up first,” Ashleigh stated. “Aw no,” X replied, “I only pay after I know what I’m gettin’.” Ashleigh was firm, though, and he laid out a few crumpled $20’s on the table. Ashleigh picked them up and counted – 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 … $160.

“It’s $200,” stated Ashleigh.

“It’s all I got,” X replied.

“Then get the fuck out,” Ashleigh told him. She pointed towards the door.

X got up, but didn’t put his dick into his pants. As a matter of fact, he was still stroking it as he walked towards Ashleigh, saying how he really needed it and repeating how $160 was all he had. Ashleigh just repeated her call for him to get the fuck out, but suddenly he reached out and grabbed her arm. Ashleigh tried to pull away, but he pulled her towards him, even with one hand, as he kept jerking his dick with his other hand. Ashleigh reached for her bottle of mace, but it was too late, as she felt a warmness on her leg and looked down to see that X had sprayed his jizz all over her skirt and garters. As soon as he squeezed the last few drops out, üsküdar escort he pushed her to the ground and then ran out the door, grabbing a handful of $20’s on his way out.

Ashleigh counted after he left, and he had left just 4 behind … all that for $80! She counted her total so far, over $900, and decided she was going to leave after the next appointment, who had the whole hour and was going to pay her $500 to fuck him.

Ashleigh changed into her next outfit, a pair of jean short shorts with a sequin halter top and heels. She felt a little ridiculous walking on the carpet with heels, but when she opened the door for “M.K.M.” and he whistled at her, she realized that ridiculous was not when whoring. On the flip side, though, she wasn’t whistling at him. He was fat and his hair appeared unwashed, and he looked a lot older than the 25 years he had given her as a description. Still, his $500 bought the same amount of shit no matter who he was, and after he counted out five grimy Benjamins and introduced himself as Matt, Ashleigh laid him down on the bed and pulled his shoes and pants off.

Ashleigh almost laughed when she saw his cock – a tiny, shriveled mass which was only visible now that his gut wasn’t hanging over his crotch. She gently parted his pubic hair and licked it a few times. His crotch definitely had NOT been washed recently, or at least, not well. Or maybe Matt had just been touching himself after handling a block of blue cheese. It really didn’t matter to Ashleigh, all she had to do was get him off and skip out with her money. Ashleigh returned to sucking him with gusto, breathing through her mouth to minimize the smell. After a few minutes of sucking, she realized that was probably as big as he was going to get – maybe 3 inches, tops.

Ashleigh pulled a condom out of her pocket and rolled it onto his dick. Less than half the condom was being used, and Ashleigh wondered if it would even stay on. She slipped off her pants and heels and straddled him, stroking his dick with her pussy. She then reached up and pulled her halter top off over her head. Matt greedily reached up and played with her tits. He was rough and obviously had no fucking clue what he was doing, but Ashleigh moaned like he was the pro.

After she decided he wasn’t getting any harder, Ashleigh positioned his dick upright and let him sink into her. She felt the ring of unused condom more than she felt him inside her, but she put her arms on his flabby chest and bounced up and down anyway. Ashleigh felt him get a little bigger once he was inside her, but she still felt empty and just wished he would be the two-pump chump that she had assumed he would be.

Actually, Ashleigh was right about Matt being a two-pump chump. If he had not jacked off before coming to his appointment with Ashleigh, he probably would have been done by now. And now he got to fuck her every which way for a whole hour thanks to his advance planning! Matt laughed to himself as the young slut enthusiastically slid up and down his dick. He let her go for a bit before requesting that they change positions.

Ashleigh knelt down on the bed and let Matt stick his undersized prick into her from behind. She could feel his gut resting on her ass as he pistoned in and out. The bedsheets where Matt had been laying smelled like dirty feet, and Ashleigh redoubled her efforts to make him cum faster by pushing back against him with every thrust. Matt lifted up his stomach to watch his dick sliding in and out of Ashleigh, then resumed fucking her with some degree of fury. This bitch reminded him of all the sluts when he was in college, always putting out for everyone except for him.

“Alright, bitch, on your back, I can’t come like this,” Matt directed. Ashleigh gladly rolled over and spread her legs in the air. Matt knelt between her legs and bent down to try to kiss her. Ashleigh redirected his lips onto her neck and tits to avoid his lips. After a few seconds of slurping loudly at her neck, Matt plunged into her and let his weight rest on her. Ashleigh tried to push back at him to keep as much of his sweaty fat from touching her as possible, but Matt wrapped his arms around her back and started humping wildly.

Ashleigh thought it was the new position that made him harder, but it was actually the fact that he had slipped off the condom while he was kissing her neck. Matt used his leverage to plunge his naked dick into her, savoring the wet cunt wrapped around him. Meanwhile, Ashleigh struggled to breathe as he was crushing her rib cage with his weight. Sweat dripped from Matt’s forehead as he fucked Ashleigh, dripping onto her pretty face. With each thrust, his fat slapped against her inner thighs.

Finally, Matt felt his cum boiling over and collapsed on top of Ashleigh as he pumped her full of his jizz. Well, maybe not full. He felt a few small spurts and a small dribble flow out of his dick. Then, he pulled out quickly and pretended that he had taken the condom off after he came. bjk escort He tossed it into the trash can and got clothed, while Ashleigh lay on the bed, trying to catch her breath.

Chapter 2

Ashleigh slept for most of the flight to Cancun. She had pulled an all-nighter the night before, and for schoolwork none the less! Like most of the Kappas, Ashleigh had some guy who would do most of her schoolwork for handjobs and blowjobs. She didn’t even have to fuck them, just find someone who was either in class with her or had taken the class before, and presto, her work magically appeared in her inbox, done to near-perfection. But this semester she was taking one of her breadth requirements, economics, and most of the grade came from tests instead of papers, so she had to do her own work. The Kappas had thrown a last-minute party, and because she was vying for Social chair next year, she couldn’t exactly skip it for studying. So she drank a little, got nailed by some guy with a big dick who was friends with one of the Delts or something, and around 2am kicked him out of the house and started studying. After her test at 10, she rushed back so she could pack and leave for the airport with the rest of the Kappas.

The weather was warm and balmy when they landed, and Ashleigh marveled at the azure waters. It was her first trip out of the country – actually, her first trip anywhere of consequence, really. She tried to play it cool and pretend that she wasn’t totally starstruck, but she just couldn’t believe the scenery, even at the airport. And of course, the guys. Holy fucking shit, there were hot latin guys all over and she couldn’t wait to be at the beach to see them with their shirts off.

“Come ON, Ash!” Her sisters kept having to redirect Ashleigh’s attention to getting through customs. Ashleigh smiled as she saw two agents run to open new booths when they saw the large group of Kappas arriving. The Kappas obliged by dividing themselves equally across the two booths to make sure they were rewarded for their enthusiasm. Ashleigh’s line moved slightly slower, and by the time she stepped up to the booth, all the Kappas were waiting for her on the other side of the barrier.

“Anything to declare, miss?” the guard asked. Ashleigh handed over her form, on which she had declared the $1,200 cash that she had in her purse. She could tell something was wrong when the guard called his supervisor over. They spoke in rapid Spanish and in the end, the supervisor motioned with Ashleigh to follow him.

“What’s the matter?” Andrea asked. She tried to cross back across the barrier to help Ashleigh, but one of the armed guards stopped her.

“I don’t know,” Ashleigh replied. “Something with my declaration form.”

“Oh, you dumb bitch, you didn’t tell them you were carrying over $1,000 cash, did you?” Andrea asked, exasperated. Ashleigh’s face turned beet red as all the Kappas groaned out loud. Andrea instructed Brenda, Ashleigh’s big sister, to wait while the rest of them headed over to the hotel.

Ashleigh entered a small, windowless room with the supervisor, who introduced himself as Cristiano. “I check your bags for drugs, yes? And I check for gun, yes? And then we are finished.” Ashleigh nodded politely, mustering a smile. She handed over her purse and Cristiano emptied it out on the table, lining everything item by item for the camera to see. In her wallet were 11 $100 bills, plus a thick wad of $20’s, which he counted and fanned out. When everything was shown to be in order, he put everything back into her purse and started with her carry-on bag. Again, there was nothing of interest, and after capturing an embarrassing number of tabloid magazines on film, he packed everything up and handed the bag to her. Ashleigh had hope that this would be over quickly.

Unfortunately, Ashleigh forgot that she was in charge of carrying the Kappas’ condoms for the trip. And when Cristiano opened Ashleigh’s suitcase, one of the first things he noticed was a 500-pack of condoms tucked on the side. Ashleigh felt her face turn beet red again as Cristiano quizzically opened the box and then looked at her with a bewildered look on his face. Ashleigh looked down at her feet.

Cristiano sifted through the rest of Ashleigh’s belongings. There were clearly no drugs or weapons, but obviously the girl was a prostitute, and he knew how to deal with prostitutes. He quietly unpacked most of her items, and then excused himself from the room. He beelined back to the security room, and turned off the cameras for the interrogation room. Then he raced back to the unmonitored room, and locked the door from the outside before entering. He ogled the young Ashleigh, in her sneakers and jeans, and imagined her working the streets with the hot pink miniskirt he had seen.

“Prostitution is illegal here,” he commented. Ashleigh tried to jump in but he shushed her. “Is okay, many girls like you here.” Ashleigh was indignant at being called a prostitute, but she quickly realized that he just wanted his cut. She could sit here and try to argue with him for hours, or she could just fuck him and be done with it. She could already see his dick straining against the fabric of his uniform as he reached over and stroked her baby-soft face.

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It was about 40 degrees. They had been out to the local pub and on the way home it was all she could do to keep from attacking him at the steering wheel. As she walked up on the porch to go into the house, he grabbed her. Their porch was well lighted. There was a utility lightpole and its light made the whole area easy to see.

“Take off your clothes” he ordered her as he kissed her neck.

She laughed, “it’s so cold.” She was already starting to shiver.

“Take off your clothes,” he said again, pulling her sweat shirt over her head. She smiled at him and unzipped her pants. He whirled her around and unhooked her bra, then whirled her back around and pulled it off. She shimmied out of her pants and her panties. He put his arms around her and held her tight, kissing her warmly. She was shaking.

“Ok,” he laughed, “go inside,” he said pushing open the door and picking up her clothes and throwing them in the house.

She waited for him to follow her in and leaned against him as he grabbed her from behind and began to rub her breasts. She had large breasts and he loved to play with them.

He turned her around and kissed her softly, then took her hand and led her to the livingroom.

“I want you to put on a sexy dress,” he kissed her and pushed her towards her bedroom.

She laughed and went into her closet and pulled out the dress he always said he liked best. It escort bayan was a blue dress with small flowers on it. It was low cut and flowed out into a full skirt which buttoned all the way up the front. As she was buttoning the last buttons, he came into the room behind her. She had wondered if she should put on a garter and hose. But he was impatient and so was she.

He grabbed her hand and led her from the room. When they got to the living room he bent down and pulled up the hem of her dress, sliding up her legs and over her ass. He twirled her around and continued under her dress up to her breasts, pinching the nipples.

“OHHHH!!!” she gasped as he tightened his nails. She leaned back into him.

“You are going to do everything I say,” he said into her ear. “That’s what you like isn’t it?” She nodded yes.

“OK, go get on my bed on your hands and knees and pull your dress up over your butt.”

She didn’t say anything. She just started walking to his room. As she got to his bed she began pulling up her dress as she crawled up on it.

“Put your head down,” he said as he came in the room.

He came up behind her and spanked her right cheek.

“Ungh,” she grunted. He spanked the left cheek, “ungh”.

“Do you like me in control?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered hoarsley.

He spanked her again and again she responded. He spanked tuzla escort her pussy, and she said immediately, “that hurt.” So he went back to her cheeks. She wiggled her hips to the music that was playing in the background as he spanked first one cheek then the other.

He pushed his fingers into her pussy.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…” she moaned as she felt him push up and back towards something that felt really good to be touched. He thrust his fingers in harder and she moaned with each push. Then he put more fingers in and pushed hard. She lifted her head up off the bed.

He quickly said, “PUT YOUR HEAD DOWN!”

“That hurt,” she said quickly and he stopped. He knew she wouldn’t complain unless it hurt a lot.

He kneeled on the floor and spread her cheeks and found her pussy with his lips. He blew into her vagina filling it with air. She felt like a balloon that was about to burst.

“Oh Doug,” she said trying to keep her head down, “It feels like I’m going to blow up!” The pressure was uncomfortable. He pulled her lips apart and let the air escape. Then he blew into her again. She laughed because she knew he liked teasing her and making her uncomfortable if it was something that felt good too. He held her lips together holding the air inside.

“Doug, please.” He laughed then let it out. “I’m hungry,” he said, and stood and walked toward the kitchen. She followed findikzade esc him.

He started getting food out and putting it in pans. In between stirring and mixing he would turn to her and kiss her and run his hands up her dress and between her legs and push his fingers up inside of her. As things started burning on the stove, he said, “hmmmm… cooking and THIS don’t mix.”

He stirred something. Then turned back to her. She smiled at him. He walked around behind her and she pushed her hips against his hard cock and rotated them in a circle. Then she rubbed back and forth. Then she ground into him. He very obviously liked it. He forgot the stuff cooking on the stove and pulled her back to the bedroom. He didn’t bother unbuttoning the dress he pulled it over her head. He pushed her back on the bed and got on top of her.

He had had much more to drink than she had. But he was a very lucid drunk.

They had a relationship that was so complicated to the outside world, but not really to them. Especially not at times like this. Sometimes they let all of the outside stuff mess them up. Sometimes there was just them.

He knew she loved him. He loved her too, but there was someone else he wanted. None of it was easy. Their problems mostly arose when he felt guilty about not loving her they way she loved him. But to her, all the rest of him was worth the distraction of that other person. And sometimes he wanted her enough to let the guilt slip away and enjoy her.

That night was one when the need for her overruled the guilt that usually kept him away from her. They made love as his food burned on the stove, then slept curled up together.

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Long car rides were the worst for Anya. Even though she was going someplace she had been looking forward to for a few months now, she was still slowly losing her mind. The clock on the dashboard seemed to be mocking this, slowly ticking off the time as she and her boyfriend Dane continued on their way.

So far it had been two hours and there was still at least another hour to go until they got to the music festival. It was one of those all day outdoor festivals with multiple bands on multiple stages; Anya’s favorite band just happened to be playing there.

So after a few pouts and puppy faces she had convinced Dane to take her (not that it would be hard on him as he liked a lot of the bands playing anyway). Under normal circumstances she hated being stuck in the car, under her current situation it was that much more terrible. Anya sighed and rested her forehead on the cool window pane, closing her eyes trying to shake all the images from her mind.

Last night she had had the most delicious sex dream, it was so realistic that Anya woke up horny and ready to go. She rolled over and began to kiss Dane on his neck and rub on his cock to wake him up. Unfortunately for her, Dane being Dane grunted at her about the long car ride and to get up to start the day. It had become a scary pattern in their seemingly perfect relationship: Anya being hornier than she could handle, and he… he just wasn’t interested in sex.

Hardly ever did Dane initiate anything, and when things went down a lot of the time it just wasn’t good. It was frustrating as the rest of the relationship was fantastic, it was just that hitch that had been slowly eating away at Anya for a while now seeing as she was a young twenty something. This was just the icing on the sexless-cake. She didn’t even have time to masturbate to elevate this annoying throbbing need between her legs.

Not that it would work but Anya decided to try and get her boyfriends attention a little bit. That morning she had dressed in a denim mini skirt and light pink tank top, making sure to wear nothing but a silk orange bra that showed though underneath. Dane told her she looked hot but left it at that, well at least she knew he wasn’t blind and not telling her.

So she slid her bare long legs onto the dash showing them off a little, she placed her left hand on his knee tracing along his leg. Sadly Anya’s efforts were wasted as Dane took her hand and gave it a loving squeeze then put it back on her lap. She rolled her eyes into the top of her head and did her best not to scream in frustration. Slowly she closed her eyes again this time dozing off for the rest of the ride.

“Hey Anya we’re here.”

Dane said gently and stroked her shoulder to wake her. Anya let out a small yawn and stretched her arms above her head making the sheer tank cling to her making the bra show that much more. Again the subtle hints were wasted as Dane got out of the car and walked around the side to open her door. Like the gentleman he was he held out one hand and escorted her out.

“Ah good the guys are here.”

He said with a wave of his left hand at the group of guys standing a few cars down. Anya did her best not to seem surprised, because she was. Not that these guys were jerks, on the contrary they were in her boyfriends band and really fun to be around. She just wasn’t expecting them, and was actually hoping they would leave, now. Well not all of them just… Justin. The drummer and all around stand up guy. And all around hottie.

Anya just didn’t want to be sexually aroused and having to look at Justin the sexy drummer the whole day, that would just make it worse. It was his toned arms, deep brown eyes and ruggedly handsome face that made him really irresistible to their ‘groupies’. Not that Anya was a groupie she was their photographer, but she still couldn’t help but watch him more than her own boyfriend at times. There was just an aura about him that she couldn’t put her finger on, but it was very intoxicating.

“Hey guys!”

Dane called and led her over towards them. Hand shakes and hugs were thrown around, and Anya couldn’t help but notice Justin hanging on just a little longer than the rest. She immediately shrugged it off as her subconscious wanting it to be so and nothing more. After all they were both good people, she had regardless of the situation never cheated on Dane ever and Justin was a close friend. So Anya looked ahead and did her best to focus on non sex or Justin related topics or thoughts. It was working for a while too.

The day was going really well, the group was having a blast hearing some great music, having some great conversation and just enjoying the festival. Anya had almost completely forgotten about the dull throb that had stuck around all day, it was there but she focused on other things instead. She couldn’t shake the feeling though that anytime Dane wasn’t looking at her, Justin was. She continued to chalk it up to her state of mind and nothing more as she also didn’t really think the hottie drummer was the least bit interested in her. Something Anya chalked up to her lack escort şişli of self esteem but that was another story.

In her mind her boring dirty blond hair and hazel eyes were nothing special. Sure she was thin but Anya would have given her left foot for a bit more in the curves department. She was known to attract attention when she smiled, but she never really felt like it deserved. Her height also bothered her, tiny at four feet nine inches she’d heard every kind of joke you could think of; it didn’t help that most people didn’t believe her age or the fact she needed a booster in the car when she drove. Anya had issues accepting herself sometimes, so Justin eyeing her up was just out of the question.

All of them being of age the group spent a lot of in between band times in the beer garden. Anya didn’t really like beer but it was her only option so she had a few. Drunk wasn’t the best way to describe how she was feeling, more euphoric and slightly tipsy. A place she loved to be and rarely drank beyond that. When she gets to this point though is when she starts to feel a little bit sexier than she did two beers ago. In fact Anya had made a poor choice in drinking, forgetting all the events that had happened that would only make things worse. Thankfully her favorite band was up next and her mind would just be lost in the music.

“Hey Dane, Theory of a Deadman is coming on in a few minutes I want to get over to the stage.” She said excitedly.

“Crap really? Shit baby I was going to go see Stone Sour they’re on now too. You know they’re my favorite band.”

Anya bit her lip about ready to leave, no morning sex, no morning masturbation, no kinky car sex and now no Theory? No way. That was until a deep all too familiar voice spoke up.

“I’ll take her dude. I love Theory, Stone Sour isn’t really my thing so I mean I can watch out for her.”

Now Anya wasn’t sure if she was really excited by this or really nervous about this. Alone with Justin for the first time and she was pretty sure this wasn’t just a coincidence. Something in the air felt… tense: in the good way though. However nobody seemed to notice but her as Dane smiled; thankful a beloved friend would step up like that to take care of his girl.

“Oh thanks man you rock. Take good care of her for me alright?”

He kissed Anya on the temple and patted his friends shoulder as he and the other two guys left to the other stage. Justin looked down at the tiny blond and smiled: it was one of those smiles she wasn’t sure what to make of so she just took it as his friendly self. After all he’d never let on in the slightest, even when drunk out of his mind that he wanted her.

“Ready to go Anya?”

With the use of her name Anya felt her mouth go a bit dry and felt between her thighs dampen a bit. This was bad. So all she could do was try to smile and nod her head without seeming dumb. Out of who knows what Justin put a hand on the small over her back and she felt like he’d just put electricity there. Anya was starting to lose focus on reality as he guided her through the crowd.

There was a good sized group of people already there, so getting up front was just not an option. So they found a good spot in the middle where they could still see the stage fairly well but weren’t smashed together with other people.

Justin moved to behind her and placed his hands on her waist.

“For protection purposes you know.”

He said with a chuckle and a rather devious smile. The silence between them seemed to crackle with something Anya wasn’t sure about but she was sure that if the band didn’t come on right then she was going to crack. Almost as if the band heard her prayers they came out.

Finally she had something else to focus on other than Justin standing behind her the way he was. When the music started though it didn’t help much because Anya began to dance as she always did at concerts, almost forgetting Dane wasn’t behind her. She ground her tiny ass on Justin’s front as if they were together, but he didn’t seem to mind.

It was harmless dancing, that’s all it was Anya kept saying to herself over and over as she moved her hips with his to the beat. It was in reality almost like dry humping but it was Justin, so to keep her mind off that fact and kept repeating that it was just dancing.

Slowly his hands moved from her hips up her rib cage, flat palmed. Almost out of instinct than anything Anya purred feeling his calloused hands through her thin tank top. Justin responded to this by moving them back down her sides then over her flat stomach and back to her hips where he started. Any thoughts that Anya had been thinking to keep sane just flew out the window.

The deadly combination of her being tipsy, horny and grinding with a good looking guy was just asking for trouble. The band was only on their second song and still had plenty to go; she was slowly regretting this choice because it was getting really difficult for Anya to not turn around. To not try and kiss him because that’s what she was thinking about in her mind.

It bostancı escort was getting even worse when she felt Justin’s hand brush her long hair aside with the tips of his fingers. The sensation sent chills down her arms making her sigh contently. Anya was sure he couldn’t hear the sigh as the music was loud but it didn’t matter, he seemed on a mission himself.

“You look so sexy right now.”

Justin said directly in her ear, his breath was warm and tickly on her ears. Like before she felt her mouth go dry and didn’t know what to say so she didn’t speak she just let him continue. She couldn’t even open her mouth to object to the come on. Anya slowed her hips down for a moment not sure if she should go find Dean or stay.

“Why did you stop Anya? Please keep going.”

He said just like before, and almost as if in a trance she went right back to dancing. These simple touches and words were driving her wild; Anya felt the throb return in full force and knew her panties were soaked straight through now.

“I’ve been dying to do this for so long.”

And before she could ask what that was she felt lips on the side of her neck.

Ever so softly, but very much there and very much making her lose her mind. Justin kissed down the side of her neck agonizingly slow, he didn’t stop there but kept going down her shoulder, then retraced his kisses. When he got to her ear he kissed that and took her earlobe in his teeth tugging on it gently. Anya this whole time had been sighing like crazy trying to get the words to tell him to stop. So far that was not working out so well.

“I want to touch you.”

Justin said as he moved his hands back up her ribs flat handed, this time under her shirt.

Not only did Anya not say no but she had pretty much forgotten they were at a concert, surrounded by people, and least we forget her boyfriend as well. His large hands moved from her ribs to her tiny breasts, cupping them through the silk, his hands having no trouble covering them completely. She closed her eyes and leaned back against him, still dancing to the music trying to seem as natural as possible.

“You’re so perfect Anya. I can’t help but think that each time I see you, it’s so hard for me to not touch you.”

Justin whispered as he nipped at her ear again. His thumbs began to trace where her nipples were through the silky bra, circling over them slowly teasing them skillfully. They responded almost instantly budding up against his touch, turning into beads of sweet sensations.

Anya groaned finally unable to stop herself and slid her arms up behind her and around his neck to give him better access.

“Mmm this feels good huh?”

Justin said his voice getting sexier by the second; she nodded her head against his chest as his thumbs continued their slow torture over both her nipples. It felt amazing so much more intense through the silkiness of the bra.

He swept his thumbs over the tips over and over, and then changing it up a bit he pinched them gently, tugging on them to drive her wild. She felt all the blood drain from her head, feeling dizzy and completely aroused. Anya couldn’t fight the moans in her throat any longer; she gave in finally panting and squirming against him.

“I like how this is making you feel Anya. I could do this for hours.”

That very thought was so delicious but so agonizing, as her pussy throbbed begging to be touched now. Justin was relentless, kissing her neck as he played with her tips, rolling them, tickling them gently through the silk refusing to go under it as he knew it felt better this way.

“P-please I-I…”

Anya tried to form the words of ‘please I can’t take it anymore’ but couldn’t.

“You what? Want more?” Justin said with a sexy deep throated laugh.

She tried to shake her head ‘no’ but couldn’t as he had placed his head on the cook of her neck, tracing his tongue along the soft spot where her neck and shoulder met. He knew what Anya wanted but didn’t want to listen, she was so turned on by her loss of power for the moment she almost came right then.

Not that she had really been paying that close attention but she was sure the band had played three songs while Justin slowly made her lose her mind. Fifteen minutes of her nipples being toyed with, it was the longest it had ever been done but Anya loved it.

Just when she thought she was about to pass out from having her nipples teased the way they were for so long he stopped. She couldn’t stop the groan of disappointment when he paused, but Justin just laughed gently in her ear. He slid his one hand down her flat stomach, toying with the top of her skirt.

Anya couldn’t help the surge of anticipation of having him play with her finally, to get to feel his calloused fingers on her sensitive flesh. Justin’s mouth was still working slow kisses and nips along her neck but his hand stayed in place not going any further south. She let out another groan of frustrating, the throbbing was maddening and she just wanted release.

“Oh were you expecting something else nişantaşı bayan escort baby girl?”

He said teasingly before sliding his hand over the front of the denim. Slowly Justin then slid his hand under the front hem of her short skirt toying with her soaking wet silk panties.

“My, my somebody is wet.”

Anya moaned at his words dying for him to touch her more, she wanted to cum in the worst way and he knew it.

Justin’s index finger traced teasing lines up and down her slit through her panties making the girl squirm against him. His finger moved slowly at first just tracing her outline up and down only hitting her needy clit with fine strokes but never stayed on it. Anya was thankful he was so strong because his other arm was now holding her up as her knees refused to stand any longer.

Stroke after tantalizing stroke Justin worked her wet center making her hornier than she had ever been before. Just when she thought he would never stop teasing he pushed aside her panties to toy with her clit. Anya no longer cared that people around were now watching or that she was still outside, she just cared about Justin’s skilled fingers playing with her.

Expertly he rolled the swollen nub under his finger, flicking it up and down to keep the sensation exciting. His other hand found its way back up to her left breast and began to toy her nipple through the silk again just like before as he worked her towards cumming.

“I want to make you cum Anya.”

She was pretty sure she was just about to lose it, her mind was swimming and she felt an orgasm starting to brew. Her panting was getting stronger and her moans were more consistent, Justin used two fingers now to massage her pussy working her clit to the point of no return.

“Cum Anya.”

And as if she were under his spell she did.

“Oooh Justin yes!”

Anya moaned out as the wave of orgasm washed over her. “More.” She begged as his hands never stopped what they were doing, she felt like she was shot off the ground like a rocket and was gently falling back to earth. The trembles and the shaking never ceased and her hands tightened around his neck digging her nails lightly into his flesh for support.

She felt his cock now pressed against her rear, the hardness was astounding, and it was empowering to feel she had turned him on just by getting off. Without thinking twice she turned around and pulled Justin down to kiss him finally. He stopped playing with her for the moment and just pulled her close to him to deepen the kiss.

Their tongues mated in each others mouths, slowly massaging each other. He tasted of bad beer and hot dog but it didn’t matter, his kisses were so intoxicating. Their hands where everywhere at first just trying to find a spot to land. Justin’s one hand was fisted into Anya’s hair; the other was back between her legs wanting to make her cum again.

“Oh. Oh Justin yes.”

She panted out feeling his fingers playing with her clit once again. Her hand slid down to the top of his jeans undoing the belt, her mouth moved back to his to kiss him more.

Anya felt another orgasm as his fingers moved faster this time, more urgently over her sensitive nub with nothing but making her cum on his mind now. She screamed against his mouth, her whole body shaking with the intensity of the orgasm, it was any wonder she was still standing on her two feet at this point.

Crazed and delirious with orgasm she undid the button and fly to his jeans and pulled out his long already hard cock.

“I want you now.”

Anya said in a demanding voice. Justin laughed and picked her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist before pushing aside her panties. She gripped his shoulders feeling his throbbing tip probe at her, it had been so long she was sure she was tighter than a virgin.

“Now Justin please.”

She panted in his ear unable to take it anymore. Finally he pushed the rest of himself inside her and finally he groaned.

“Oh Anya. Holy shit you’re tight.”

Justin said as he began to move her hips up and down on his shaft. Her being tiny, and him having lots of upper body strength made this seem easy. He pumped her hips up and down over top of his need, her wet sheath tighter than any glove could ever feel; he was unable to stop his moans now.

“Oh Anya baby yes.”

He said closing his eyes enjoying how she felt, how her pants in his ear were like music. Anya at this point was content having her G Spot be hit this hard and hit so well that she gripped the back of his head as another orgasm washed over her.

Unable to take her tightness with the mixture of her contractions of her orgasm, Justin came with her. They both screamed each others names right as the band was saying.

“Good night everyone!”

It took a moment for them to think to realize what had just happened. Justin set her down on her feet and quickly buckled his pants. A few people looked at them enviously; a bunch of guys gave him thumbs up, more than one person shot a ‘you’re a slut’ look at her. It all didn’t matter, Anya stood there unable to believe what she had just done. She wasn’t upset just… shocked with herself. She just had sex in a very public setting, with another guy, while her favorite band played. Justin looked down at her and tried to fix her hair up a bit.

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Ein paar Massagen, Lea arbeitete nun in einem Möbelhaus und auch Vanida hatte viel zu tun.

Ich machte mir Gedanken, wie viele Monatspackungen Antibabypillen ich noch schlucken musste, bis man richtig meine Tittchen sah. Bisher waren da nur zwei kleine Kegelchen, so wie bei einer gerade pubertierenden Bitch.

Ich wurde langsam ungeduldig, denn das Ziehen in der Brust hatte ich jeden Tag.

Zu Hause lief ich in meinem Hausdress rum. Pinkfarbenen Tanga und BH, ein großes, weißes T-Shirt mit einem grellbunten, in Regenbogenfarben, Pailletten-Einhorn. Dazu nur noch meine rosafarbenen Plüschpantoffeln.

Erstens war dies bequem und zweitens musste ich mich in meiner Wohnung nicht mehr aufbrezeln, da ich das ja in der Öffentlichkeit machte.

Mit einem heissen Kakao in der Hand wollte ich es mir auf meiner Couch gemütlich machen und meine Serie streamen.

Da ging die Tür auf und Willy stand in der Tür.

„Hallo meine Süße.”

„Ey, davon hat keiner geredet, dass du noch einen Wohnungsschlüssel besitzt. Das war nicht die Abmachung. Was ist wenn ich jetzt Besuch hätte?”

Mein Vermieter hatte ein Einsehen.

„Und noch etwas! Auch wenn ich eine Sissy bin, heißt das nicht, dass du mich wie Scheiße behandeln kannst. So eine Kacke wie in deinem Büro ist nicht mehr. Lieber gehe ich dann auf dem Strich anschaffen und bezahle die volle Miete und auch im Studio keine Massagen mehr.”

„Etwas zickig heute? Hast du deine Tage? Aber ist in Ordnung, keine Demütigungen mehr. Ich habe damals übertrieben, dass sehe ich selbst ein. Aber ich bin auch noch aus einem anderen Grund hier. Ich benötige den unterschriebenen Mietvertrag für die Akten.”

„Komm mit ich habe ihm im Wohnzimmer liegen.”

Willy folgte mir und schon jetzt hatte er seine Hand an meinem Po. Und als ich mich zu dem niedrigen Couchtisch runter beugte, hatte nun jeder meiner Pobacken eine Hand dran kleben.

„Na Willy, kannst du deine Finger nicht bei dir lassen?”

Wobei er fasste meinen Hintern so zärtlich an, mir gefiel es.

„Lara, bei deinem süßen Hinterteil kann man seine Hände nicht stillhalten.”

Dabei wackelte ich nun mit meinem Arsch. Willy ging nun unter mein Höschen und strich durch meine Poritze.

„Na, du Schmutzfink. Willst du deine arme und wehrlose Mieterin ausnutzen?”

Ich streckte ihm nun meinen Po entgegen.

„Bitte entschuldige. Aber du machst mich wahnsinnig.”

So zärtlich er nun war, so gefiel es mir. Er massierte mir nun gefühlvoll meine Rosette und ein schönes Kribbeln setzte ein.

Nach einem erschrockenes ~UUH~, kam ein erfüllendes Stöhnen von mir.

Willy zog mir langsam mein Tanga herunter, streichelte meine Pobacken und glitt durch die Kerbe. Ich hörte ihn schwerfällig keuchend und bemerkte wie dieser schwer übergewichtige Mann hinter mir auf die Knie ging. Sekunden später küsste er innig meine Pobacken, streichelte meinen Damm und ging weiter nach vorne an meinen Sack.

„Du süßes Schweinchen. Was hast du mit mir vor?”: sagte ich süß stöhnend.

„Das wirst du gleich merken.”

Und dann ging er auch schon mit seiner Zunge durch meine Arschritze.

„Was du bei mir kannst. Kann ich auch bei dir.”

Jetzt leckte er meine Rosette und rubbelte meine Latte. Ich stützte mich schon am Tisch ab und doch wurden meine Beine weich.

„Lass uns in meine Kiste hüpfen. Dort können wir uns austoben.”

„Mein Schwanz würde lieber in dieser Kiste hüpfen.”: nuschelte Willy.

Aber brav folgte er mir ins Schlafzimmer. Im Flur zog ich fast beiläufig mein Höschen aus und warf es ihm zu. Willy fing es und schnüffelte daran.

Ich setzte mich auf mein Bett und Willy blieb davor stehen. Mit zittrigen Händen öffnete ich seine Hose und zog diese mit seinem Schlüpfer herunter.

Sein halbsteifer Prengel mit der pilzkopfförmigen Eichel sprang mir ein Stück entgegen. Ich rubbelte seinen Schaft und kraulte seinen prallen Sack. Mit meiner Zungenspitze leckte ich über seine Schwanzspitze.

Willy keuchte und sah zu, wie ich nun vor Geilheit seinen Pimmel oral liebkoste und dann ganz zwischen die Lippen nahm.

„Oh Gott, Lara dein Mundfotze treibt mich in den Wahnsinn. Darf ich bitte ein wenig ficken?”

Wer so höflich fragt, dem sagt eine Sissy nicht nein.

„Jaaa Willy. Fick mich tief in den Mund.”

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Willy schien überglücklich zu sein, wenn ich mich verschluckte und husten musste. Mein Speichel tropfte danach von seinem harten Schaft.”

Er fickte mich und ich bewegte dabei meinen Kopf vor und zurück.

Unten an mein Einhorn-T-Shirt bildete escort bayan şişli sich ein Zelt.

Willy zog es mir aus.

„Das brauchst du nicht. Und ebenfalls keinen Tittenhalter.”

Er schob mir den BH hoch. Erst ging ich wegen meiner Mini-Kaum-Zusehen-Tittchen von einer Beleidigung aus.

Aber Willy legte seine große Hand unter meine Brüste und massierte diese.

Ja, er sah sie. Er sah meinen Busen.

Vor Freude hätte ich beinahe geheult.

Willy nahm seinen Willi aus meinem Mund und legte mich hin und er fast auf mich. Sein dicker Bierbauch drückte mir die Luft etwas heraus.

Und nun knetete er meine Tittchen und saugte an meinen steifen Nippeln. Dabei rieben unsere Schwänze aneinander.

Er küsste mich am Hals und Schulter. Und dann liebevoll auf die Lippen.

Ich ließ alles nur zu gut mit mir gefallen.

„Willst du mich nehmen?”: fragte ich schüchtern.

„Nur zu gerne.”: keuchte er zurück.

Er stand wieder auf, schnell nahm ich die Tube Gleitgel vom Nachttisch und gab sie ihm. Gefühlvoll massierte er nun meine Arschfotze und seinen Prengel ein.

Ich legte mir mein dickes, festes Nackenkissen unter dem Po, hob dann meine Beine an und spreizte sie.

Willy legte seine dicke Eichel an meine ficksüchtige Rosette und drückte seinen Fleischhammer hinein. Fast wie von selbst flutschte er halb hinein.

Und dann war da was, seine dicke Schwanzspitze berührte etwas, was meinen gesamten Körper wunderschön vibrieren ließ.

Ein so intensives Gefühl kannte ich nicht. Hätte ich nicht schon gelegen, es hätte mich umgehauen.

Ich rang nach Luft, alles drehte sich um mich.

„Jaaaaa..Willy…fick mich so…aaahhh.”

Willy erschrak so sehr, dass er fast seinen Steifen aus meiner Rosette zog. Aber er hielt so die Position und fickte mich mit seiner dicken Eichel genau an dieser unbekannten, aber doch supergeilen Stelle.

Es versetzte mich in so eine Ekstase. Ich bekam kaum noch Luft und dann passierte es.

Ich hatte nur einen Halbsteifen und doch spritzte ich mir meine Wichse auf den Bauch.

Es war so berauschend, so schön. Ich sah Willy mit weit aufgerissenen Augen und Mund an.

Schweißgebadet lächelte er mich an und sagte: „Hat meine süße Schlampe ihren ersten Sissygasmus bekommen?”

Ich wusste nicht was er meinte, aber das Wahnsinnsgefühl ebbte nicht ab. Nicht wie bei einer normalen Ejakulation oder bei meinem femininen Abspritzen, so stoßweise.

Meine warme Wichse lief mir am Bauch herunter und da passierte es schon wieder.

Ich spritzte eine volle Ladung erneut ab. Es war so geil und hart, sogar in meinem Hirn kribbelte es.

Ich konnte nicht mehr. Mein Herz raste, ich bekam kaum noch Luft und in meinem Unterleib schien ein Dämon Samba zu tanzen. Meine Beine waren taub. Ich zitterte am ganzen Körper und mir wurde von einem Moment auf den anderen heiß und kalt.

Ich drückte mit meinen Händen Willy etwas weg, so dass seine Schwanzspitze diese Stelle in meiner Arschfotze nicht mehr direkt berührte.

Willy verschmierte meinen heißen, cremigen Samen von meinem Bauch bis zu meinen Tittchen.

Steckte mir dann seine spermaverschmierten Finger in den Mund, die ich voller Inbrunst ablutschte.

Noch immer war ich außer Atem, aber Willy hatte noch einen gewaltigen Ständer und seine Eier waren prall gefüllt.

„So kleine Sissy. Du hattest deinen Spaß. Jetzt ist Vati dran. Mach mir das Hündchen.”

Er zog seinen Pimmel aus meinem Darm und drehte mich auf den Bauch. Mit Mühe und Not konnte ich mich auf alle Vieren aufrichten und ihm meine Sissy-Muschi erneut präsentieren.

Willy setzte seine Eichel wieder an meine Rosette und stieß zu.

Ich schrie und stöhnte vor Lust auf, spürte wie sein Riemen sich den Weg durch meinen Darm bahnte.

Wie ich wieder dieses geile drückende Gefühl hatte. Und wie dann sein Becken meine Pobacken berührte. Er genoss es so tief in mir zu stecken und gefühlvoll fing er an mich zu ficken.

Mein Körper war noch immer schwach von dem was ich grade erlebt hatte.

Aber ich wollte ihm die Freude gönnen in mir abzuspritzen, sein willenloses Fickfleisch zu sein.

Seine großen Hände hielten mich am Becken hoch und er stieß immer schneller und fester zu. Ich wackelte, merkte wie mein schlaffes Schwänzchen gegen meine Oberschenkel klatschte oder sein dicker Sack gegen mein Säckchen.

Willy keuchte, rang nach Luft, aber erhöhte noch mehr das Ficktempo.

Dann mit einem lauten ~JAAAAA~ spritze er sein heißes Sperma tief in meinem Darm ab. Immer wieder stieß er tief rein und pumpte seine herrliche Sacksahne ab. In meinem Bauch breitete sich diese wohlige Wärme aus. Ich fühlte wie sich seine Wichse in mir verteilte.

Willy holte noch taksim bayan escort einmal tief Luft, genoss das befreiende Gefühl, sein Sperma in mir abgeladen zu haben und die Enge meiner Arschfotze.

Danach holte er langsam seinen Steifen aus meinem Darm und ließ sich rücklings auf mein Bett fallen.

Willy japste noch ein wenig nach Luft. Ich blieb noch etwas nach diesem phänomenalen Fick in der Hündchenstellung und spürte wie Willys Ficksahne aus meiner Rosette lief über meinen Damm und dann Sack.

Doch dann wurden meine Beine doch zu weich und ich legte mich neben ihn. Küsste ihn dankbar und ausgiebig. Und als seine Zungenspitze über meine Lippen strich erwiderte ich diese Aufforderung.

Mit meinen Fingernägeln streichelte ich seinen dicken Bauch. Ich saugte an seinen behaarten Brustwarzen und als ich seinen Schwanz mit dem Restsperma daran sah, bewegte ich mich herab und lutschte und leckte seinen schlaffen Pimmel ausgiebig sauber, so sehr, dass er immer wieder zusammen zuckte.

„Meine süße Lara. Das war mal ausgesprochen geil.”

„Für mich gilt das selbe.”

Dabei lief mir seine Wichse an einer Pobacke herunter.

Ich war nun wirklich mal vollkommen mit Sperma eingesaut.

„Ich glaube, ich sollte mal duschen gehen, bevor unsere Sacksahne zu sehr an mir klebt.

Ich kletterte aus dem Bett und fühlte bei jedem Schritt einen kleinen Muskelkater in meinem Arsch.

Als ich vom Duschen wieder kam war Willy schon weg. Schade, denn ich hätte gerne noch mit ihm gekuschelt. Aber so sind die Alphas, wenn sie ihren Samen untergebracht haben verschwinden sie.

Ich zog mich wieder so an, wie vor einer Stunde, als Willy kam.

Und ich überlegte wie ich mich auf meine Couch, obwohl sie sehr weich ist, hinsetzen sollte.

Ich nahm meinen nun kalten Kakao und schaltete den Fernseher ein.

Da hörte ich einen Schlüssel in meiner Wohnungstür. Es konnte nur eine sein. Vanida! Denn nur sie besaß einen Schlüssel.

„Hallo mein Schatz. Was ist mit dir passiert? Du siehst ziemlich durchgefickt aus. Fand hier eine Orgie statt und du hast mir nicht Bescheid gesagt?”

„Nein, mein Engel. Es war nur mein Vermieter. Aber war der Wahnsinn.”

Ich erzählte ihr von meinem wunderbaren Erlebnis, von dieser neuen, wahnsinnigen Erfahrung im Arsch und wusste nicht warum. Und, dass Willy dazu Sissygasmus gesagt hätte.

Vanida grinste schon beim Zuhören.

„Engelchen, du hattest einen analen Abgang.”

„Ach, so etwas gibt es nicht. Ein Mythos ist das.”

„Nein. Erstens liegen die erogenen Punkte so dicht zusammen, dass es auch durch deine Sissy-Muschi geht und Willy hat genau den Punkt nun bei dir getroffen.”

„Erkläre es mir.”

„Ach, meine süße Bangkok-Schlampe. Schon mal was von einer Prostata gehört? Dem G-Punkt des Mannes.”

Frau Doktor Vanida klärte mich nun erneut über meinen Körper auf.

So viele AHA-Momente hatte ich noch nie in so kurzer Zeit.

„Ich weiß nicht, wie das die Nutten in Deutschland machen. Aber in Thailand ist das schon eine jahrhundertelange Methode. Die Prostata-Massage.”

Und als das Wort Massage fiel, wurde ich sehr hellhörig. Könnte ich das in meiner Spezialmassage mit integrieren?

„Kannst du mir die Massage erklären?”

„Erklären geht, aber zeigen ist besser.”

„Umso besser.”

„Setze deine Beine auch auf das Sofa, lehne deinen Rücken zurück und schiebe deinen süßen Po hervor. Habe ich dir schon mal gesagt, dass du den geilsten Knackarsch hast?”

„Heute noch nicht.”

„Und jetzt pass auf.”

Zwischen angewinkelten, gespreizten Beinen streichelte Vanida zärtlich meinen Damm.

„Ich stimuliere dich jetzt außen. Achte auf dein Schwänzchen und Eier. Ich werde dort nichts anfassen.”

Vanida holte ihre Gleitcreme hervor und massierte meine Arschfotze ein. Völlig entspannt genoss ich ihre Liebkosung.

Dann drang sie ganz sanft mit Mittel- und Zeigefinger in meinen Po ein. Ihre Handfläche nach oben gerichtet. Nur ein Stück hinter dem Eingang streichelte sie sozusagen meinen Damm von innen, was schon geil war.

„Gefällt dir, was?”

„Oh Ja, es kribbelt so schön.”

„Aber pass jetzt weiter auf.”

Was für mich nun gar nicht so leicht war.

„Das hier, was sich so schwammig anfühlt. Ist deine Blase. Drücke ich dort zu sehr drauf. Passiert was?”

Ich merkte, dass ich auf einmal pinkeln musste.

„Ich muss mal.”

Vanida löste den Druck wieder von meiner Blase und ich hatte auch nicht mehr das Gefühl pissen zu müssen.

„Und jetzt kommst!”

„Genau dahinter ist ein Knubbel. Genau hier bei dir. Das muss man bei jedem Mann erst einmal erfühlen. Aber das merkst du sofort, wenn du den männlichen G-Punkt triffst.”

„Aaaahh..jaaa. göztepe escort Getroffen.”

Wieder dieses berauschende Gefühl wie vorhin bei Willy.

„Ich weiß. Aber, das war nun ein berühren. Nun kommt die Massage.

Du spreizt ein wenig deine Finger. Achte darauf, dass die Arschfotze entspannt ist. Sonst klappt das nicht mit der Massage. Und nun nimmst du den Knubbel zwischen deine Finger und drückst die Prostata ganz sanft zusammen.”

Und in dem Augenblick wo Vanida das bei mir machte, rauschte ein Gefühls- ICE durch meinen Körper und riss mich mit.

Ich ließ einen Schrei aus mir heraus, als wäre Tarzan bei mir in der Wohnung. So geflasht hat es mich. Für einen Moment dachte ich, ich würde schweben.

„Ruhig Süße. Das ist nur der Anfang.”

Vanida tat es nun wieder und jedesmal schrie ich meine Lust hinaus, bis Vanida mich küsste.

„Du musst dich mehr kontrollieren und konzentrieren.”

„Wie denn?..aaahhhh…uuuhhhh.”

„Und jetzt der Schussakkord.”

Vanida fasste mein schlaffes Schwänzchen an und hob ihn ein wenig in die Höhe. Dann massierte sie wieder meine Prostata und zwar so geschickt, dass ich meinte zu explodieren, zu implodieren oder sonst wie zu plodieren.

Ich konnte mir nicht das Nummernschild von dem LKW merken, der ständig über meine Nerven raste.

Und dann. Ich spritzte wieder mehrere Fontänen Sperma in die Höhe. Obwohl ich keinen Steifen hatte oder einen vollen Sack.

Die warme Sauce lief wieder an mir runter. Zwar flüssiger als vorher, aber Sperma.

Vanida lächelte, stoppte kurz die Massage an, damit ich zu Atem kam. Doch dann wiederholte sie es und ich spritzte wieder ab.

Sie verteilte meine Wichse auf mein Säckchen und Bauch. An meinem Pimmelchen lief die Sackrotze über ihre Hand.

„UPPS, da spritzt die Bangkok-Bitch schon wieder ab.”

„Bitte, bitte hör auf ich kann nicht mehr.”

„Sicher, du hast bestimmt noch ein, zwei Schüsse im Magazin. Zwar wirst du damit niemanden mehr schwängern. Aber trotzdem noch nass machen.”

Trotz, dass alles mein Schwanzmädchen-Hirn sprengte, sagte ich: „Wa..aaaah..ssss?”

„Du Dummchen, in dieser Nuss wird der Treibstoff mit deinen Spermien vermischt. Ohne den laufen deine Kaulquappen nicht.”

Mir wurde schwindelig. Ich war fertig mit der Welt. Und Vanida hatte ein einsehen. Sie stoppte die süße Folter. Sie leckte sich mein Sperma von der Hand.

Ich rutschte vom Sofa, kniete auf dem Fußboden und meine Liebste stand breitbeinig vor mir.

Aber anstatt mir hoch zu helfen, zog sie ihre Hose und String herunter.

Ihr herrlicher Pimmel war halbsteif vor meiner Nase.

Ich öffnete meinen Mund und ihre Schwanzspitze glitt mir über die Zunge. Ich schloss meine Lippen fest um ihren Schaft und saugte an ihrem Prengel.

Schnell hatte ich einen harten Riemen im Mund. Und Vanida fickte mich liebevoll so zwischen die Lippen. Ich saugte und lutschte mit der mir verbliebene Kraft. Massierte ihre Eier und rubbelte ihren Schaft.

„Du süße Bangkok-Schlampe hast mich so geil gemacht. Ich spritze dir gleich schon in den Mund.”

Schon fickte sie mich fester in meiner Maulfotze. Ich gierte nach ihrem heißen, cremig, herben Sperma.

„AAH..Jaaaaa..Schluck Schlampe.”

Schon hatte ich diese leckere Ficksahne auf der Zunge. Aber unsere Geilheit war so groß. Ihr Schwanz flutschte mir aus dem Mund und sie wichste mir ins Gesicht. Diese warme Sacksahne landete auf meiner Wange, Nase und Kinn.

„Das ist dein bestes Make Up.”: sagte Vanida zu mir.

Ich wichste sie nun weiter ab und sie verschmierte mir ihre Sackrotze im Gesicht.

Ich hatte noch etwas Sperma auf meiner Zunge und genoss diese Creme. Mein Körper war nun wieder mit Ejakulat besudelt und fing zu kleben an.

„Ich glaube, ich gehe noch einmal duschen.”

„Oh nein. Ich liebe diesen Sperma-Duft an dir und wie die Wichse an dir klebt.”

Dabei leckte sie mit lang ausgestreckter Zunge über meine Wangen ich schluckte nun ihre Ficksahne herunter, bevor ich etwas abgeben musste.

„Gehen wir schlafen. Aber pass auf, der Geruch an dir, könnte mich heute Nacht geil machen und ich könnte dich dann ungefragt in deiner Schwanzmädchen-Fotze ficken.”

„Ich hoffe doch.”

Mein Bett hatte ich noch nicht neu bezogen und so legten wir uns zusätzlich auf Willys Wichse.

Vanida legte sich hinter mich und ich kuschelte mich ganz fest an sie. Sie hielt mich fest in ihren Armen und wir gaben uns ständig liebevolle Zungenküsse.

„Ach so, deswegen bin ich eigentlich gekommen. Du hast doch immer Interesse an ein Taschengeld. Hast du nächste Woche Samstagabend Zeit? Ich bin zu einer Karaoke-Party eingeladen und soll eine Freundin mitbringen.”

„Nur Karaoke.”

„Naja, nur am Anfang. Es sind japanische Geschäftsleute die Spaß haben wollen. Das einzige was du unbedingt haben musst sind aktuelle Nachweise, dass du gesund bist. Da sind die sehr pingelig.”

„Kein Problem, die besorge ich mir.”

So schliefen wir dann glücklich zusammen ein.

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Subject: Britney.

Hair: Dirty Blond

Cup: D, pretty sure

Age: 19

Location: Backstage Dressing Rooms

Britney and some of her friends were standing around me.

“Awww… Little Inch Worm.” They weren’t calling me that, just reading the front of the thong she had just handed to me in front of all of them. But I was expected to wear it throughout the first performance that night.

This was my first time with my college theater group (before this kind of thing turned me on), and I hadn’t known about this hazing tradition they had. All the new members (actors and actresses) drew names from a hat, partnered up, and bought thongs for each other to wear on opening night. We were all adults in college now, and this was just some adult fun.

Some guys pulled other guys from the hat and bought each other “husband and wife” thongs that would become inside jokes backstage or thongs that would greatly flatter their size to each other. Some girls bought guys really macho thongs, too, or (I remember) a goofy one shaped like the face of an elephant (guess where the trunk comes in?). Girls got paired together and bought each other the cutest, sexiest things they could for good luck. I’d heard that one lucky lesbian couple bought matching thongs with buzzers in them for their first night, but never figured out if that was true. It just so happened, anyway, that I pulled the name of a girl I’d had a huge crush on throughout rehearsals: Britney.

Britney was super hot. She was at least half a foot taller than me, and while she wasn’t thin, she wasn’t entirely unfit. Her curves were natural, soft, and generous; her body unathletic (she sometimes bragged that unlike many actresses, she’d never been a dancer), but still a gorgeous hourglass. And she knew it, I mean she had to since she put so much into eating healthy to give her that body and everything, but I mean she walked like she knew it. She had this strong, seductive aura. Her complexion was immaculate– being on stage so often, she clearly took care of her beauty. I loved watching her apply lipstick to those juicy lips. Her wide hips and incredible booty looked so good in jeans, my eyes always peeked even if I didn’t mean to, hoping to spy a whaletail or her ass crack. I really wanted her to like me, so I always spent extra effort while talking to her to look at her eyes (green, before you ask) instead of her cleavage. Lucky me, she had eyes like magnets behind her glasses, those expressive, powerful eyes that landed her so many roles.

My cheeks burned when I walked into the Victoria’s Secret to buy a thong for her. I hadn’t talked with her about it at all because being around her made me feel so suddenly shy, but I wanted to get her something… special. Feeling pervish, I tried to look as inconspicuous as possible pawing through a selection of cheekies, first, opening a drawer too similar to my mom’s old dresser to look at a row of skimpy, lacey underthings. Still trying to look as positively normal and placid as usual, I picked up a pair and started searching it for the tag so I could read it. That seemed important for some reason.

“Can we help you?” Not one, but both saleswomen had approached me. I realized I was the only shopper in the store just then. They had these hot, “What are you doing in here?” looks on their faces.

In the face of my embarrassment, an old instinct kicked in. I lied. I made up something about needing them for a production of Rocky Horror, for Dr. Frank (we were NOT doing Rocky Horror). The salesgirls went fatih escortları all squee for a minute, asking me when the show would be and so on, they didn’t know there was gonna be a show in town, et cetera. Then they showed me over to a selection of thongs, their previous tension seemingly gone.

One of them held a thong up to my crotch. It was purple and had that look of velvet imitating fur, with black tiger stripes.

“What about this one? This is SO Dr. Frank, don’t you think?” She asked me, but turned to the other woman for approval, who stood back nodding slowly in appreciation, giving a thumbs up.

“They’re not, uh, not for me.” I managed. My tongue felt heavy. My head was filling with hot thoughts.

The saleslady looked up at me with a pout. “You don’t like ’em?”

“Er…” I must’ve been plainly blushing at this point. “I mean, they look great. Yes. I’m just, I’m not playing Dr. Frank. They’re not for me. But I’ll take them…” Yeah, that seemed to work. I explained that I just needed them in a large size instead of a medium. Of course, they hadn’t thought to try something with the word “large” against my crotch.

The first woman stood back up and fetched a pair of panties in the proper size for Britney’s luscious largesse. “And will this be all for you today?” She smiled. My forehead was suddenly getting irresistably itchy, but I withstood it and answered by rote.

“That’s all for me today.”

And I instantly felt like I knew what they were thinking: BUSTED! Of course, it wasn’t so far from the truth. Even if not these ones, I would be wearing panties. But I hoped Britney would like these ones. It was all I could think of as I left, all I desired to think of.

And then before the performance, she unveiled her thong for me with her friends: a pastel green, cotton thong with a tiny picture of a tiny worm with a ruler above it and the caption, in pink letters with a black drop shadow: “Little Inch Worm.” I thought her friends would die laughing. I thrust my box at Britney with the thong inside, not wanting to stick around to see what she thought. Britney urged me into the men’s dressing room to go put it on saying, “Go get ready, Inchy! Better hope I don’t catch you…”

Right. That was the final part of the game. If you ran into your thong partner backstage, either person could demand their partner show them their thong so that they knew they still had it on. Some people– especially men– tried to back out of the prank at intermission, so this was the tradition’s failsafe.

But did it mean she liked me? Or was she just making a fool of me for her amusement? I was so confused, but still felt heat rushing through me. It was a provocative thong, and clearly she had thought about my… nether regions in her purchase. But she thought I was… an INCH?

I thought about the game of truth or dare after one rehearsal where she’d given me a lapdance. Shyly, I’d controlled myself from getting an erection because I didn’t want her to think I was a pervert or that I’d wanted to bend her over, whip her pants down, and fuck her right there. I also knew from my limited sexual experience that I have a problem sometimes with cumming in my pants, before I can even get it out, and I didn’t want that to happen while she was grinding on my lap! But now she thought I was just an inch? Hard? God, I hoped she didn’t think I was that tiny hard.

I remembered in high school (only a couple years ago at the time, and I basically hadn’t grown since middle school) how terrible sarıyer escortları I was with numbers and, ahem, measurements, how I’d been a total womanizer under my false impressions. Then one lonely night came the shocking realization that I’d been using the wrong side of the ruler, that I could no longer brag about being bigger over 10 inches. In fact, I was barely even half of that! Just a tiny, little bit short of 10, in fact… a tiny, little… short… I couldn’t bear now to think “inch worm.”

My sex world, and my regular behavior since then turned upside-down. I feared I couldn’t act macho and show off or lie about having a “big dick” without being discovered. Again this is before I knew that this sort of thing actually turned me on, so when all the dudes bragged about having a gigantic shlong, I would just laugh nervously or nod, hoping to change the subject– or I would just say I was normal, if pressured to answer. I changed into my humiliating thong in secret as best I could, in a corner near the shower away from the other guys who were all busy joking about the thongs two other guys got for each other.

On my way out, one of the guys asked, “Where’s your thong, newb?” And I just said, “It’s, uh, a thong,” and made myself scarce. He couldn’t demand to see it because he wasn’t Britney, and he knew it, so he shut up.

The stage lights and fiction of theater helped me block my panties from my mind during the performance, but backstage was another story. We still had costume changes and crossing backstage from one side to the other to do from time-to-time. Each time, I could only hope Britney was in the women’s dressing room or somewhere else where I wouldn’t run into her. Once, while crossing from stage right to stage left, we did cross paths.

We were like two knights crossing each other in jousting, and she felt just as threatening to me as if she’d been charging at me on a horse instead of merely sauntering upon her own feet. She walked toward me from the other direction with her utter confidence, knowing my “little lance” was no match for her. She didn’t ask me to show it, but just smiled knowingly at me as she continued past me.

I caught myself staring at her ass in her opaque, stage-safe tights as she went away and cursed myself that in my self-shame and worry, I’d missed my opportunity to see that purple thong pulled up between her heavenly butt pillows while it was just us! I might’ve even gotten away with asking her to shake it.

And then, later, came the intermission that changed my life. One of the other actresses (Allison) was secretly meeting with her parents during the intermission (we weren’t supposed to be meeting with any of the audience until after the show) and so she’d switched her hat from her costume one– which she threw at me and told me to take to the ladies’ dressing room. No wait for a response or anything, she was just gone.I asked an actress outside the door if she could tell me if Britney was in there. She checked and said she didn’t see her. “Why, did you need to talk to her?”

“Nope,” I said, and I slipped in quickly, glad the coast was clear and ready to be out again.

Inside, nearly all the ladies of the drama group were busy meticulously touching up their make-up in various states of undress. They were totally casual about it. It was sort of crowded, so I wove my way around, trying to find where Allison’s place was so I could put her hat with all her other stuff. But my heart almost leaped out of my body, my legs went rubbery, and maltepe escortları my penis erected when a familiar voice called out my name from behind and demanded,

“Where’s your thong?”

I turned around to find Britney standing in the doorway. “B-B-Britney, wha– I–“

“Where is it? Show me.”

I looked around. I was surrounded by practically every girl in the group, all eager-eyed, lionesses before a helpless gazelle. There was no escape. “Please, don’t.”

At which she turned around in the doorway, hooked her thumbs into the top of her tights and bent over, and said, “Be a good boy…”

Her hips were already swaying, like she was gearing up for a booty dance. I felt so hot inside, like I was burning up with a fever, only my blood wasn’t just rushing to my humbled cheeks, this time. All control had slipped away.

When I started to drop trou, she flashed her thong– gobbled up by that booty, I just wanted to grab it and…!– and I fumbled at my pants. Someone (maybe thinking I was hesitating and she was helping or something) from behind pulled my pants all the way down.

And there it was, my small erection poking out of the thong, nuts straining and bulging against their confinement, on display for all to see and labeled “Little Inch Worm.” I didn’t know what reaction to expect, but I remember the collective gasp and the split second of absolute silence after, before the dressing room erupted into laughter.

They were all talking at once. I couldn’t catch all they were saying. “It’s so CUTE!” “Oh my God!” “What is THAT?” “Teeny weeny!” “Smallest I ever seen!” and, of course, there were those who just read the thong. “Little inch worm.”

… I only half-heard them. Britney was peeling down her tights, showing off her incredibly hot cheeks, back arched, humping at the air with her ass. When her full moon was out, she looked square at me. Her glasses fell down the bridge of her nose. She pushed them back up with a finger and, just for a second, she wagged her pinky finger at me.

“Ew!” another actress shouted. “Did he blow his load? Omigod, what a loser!”

Britney had her tights back up in a jiffy. I was tugging at my pants to get them up over my weak knees. I hadn’t actually cum yet, but a patch of the pastel green thong had darkened where my dick had pressed a dribble of pre-cum into them while hardening. And I could feel my orgasm churning in my balls, ready to explode. Still pulling my pants past my knees again, I bolted for the door, intent on making it to the bathroom in the men’s changing room, where I could finish off in peace (if not with my dignity).

I tried to push Britney aside to rush out, but the merest touch of her– my thin, wimpy body pressed against her healthy solidity, and with the sound of women already giggling and gossiping about my shortcummings behind me– sent a fresh wave of hot pleasure through me that buckled my stomach and released my muscular control of my lower body. I tripped and fell… and a tiny squirt of my own orgasmic cream hit my lips and stained my glasses as I met the floor.

I scabbled to my feet again in a hurry. “They didn’t see me cum, they didn’t see it,” was all I could think. I whipped off my glasses so no one could see, brought my hand up to my lips to hide what lay behind it. And I scampered into the little boys’ room, as they call it.

“What happened in there, bro?” someone asked. “What are they laughing at?”

“Nothing!” I kept saying, and I made myself decent in the bathroom probably the fastest I ever have, as I’d still so recently been rehearsing quick costume changes.

After the show (I’m now sad to say), I threw the thong away. I started seeing a lot less of the drama group after that… drama. I never got the chance to properly thank Britney for what she did.

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By The River

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One of the first warm weeks of the year and few people lounged beside the slow moving river. The bank was divided into two areas – a larger one where most people went and a smaller one where no one said anything if you disrobed completely. Ellie reclined naked, her left arm shading her eyes from the bright morning sun. She glanced along her body – past the firm youthful-like breasts, the firm stomach, the shaved pussy, the missing left leg, the long slim right leg, the shapely foot – towards three naked people splashing around about fifteen feet out into the river. Her eyes closed and she drifted between sleep and fantasy.

A cool breeze woke her and she sat upright. The woman in the water embraced the younger of the men, her lips pressed tightly against his, her hand reached between his legs as if she had done so before. Her body rubbed over his letting her breasts move nicely about. The other man playfully splashed the pair who ignored him. He turned and walked towards the shore where Ellie sat.

“Oh my god,” Ellie slowly muttered louder than expected as she watched him.

Now out of the water and about ten feet away, he grinned.

“Is that because of me … or for me?” She teased watching his erection hardly bob with each step.

He sat facing her, his legs slightly crossed but not hiding his cock in any way. “Would you mind if it were both?” He giggled slightly and extended his hand. “I’m Kevin. I thought I’d let them tend to each other.” He tossed his thumb over his shoulder towards the pair still embracing in the water behind him.

“Ellie,” she replied holding his hand. “Not that I’m a connoisseur of cocks, but that IS a particularly nice one.” She let go of his hand and leaned back against one arm.

“Do you come here often?”

“I like to … ah, watch.”

“What? The naked men?”

Ellie nodded a few time and let her tongue slip across her lower lip. “For me it is more of a spectator sport.” She laughed and sat upright again.

“So, you watch and then go home to fuck yourself?”

His bluntness caught her slightly off guard. “Is that so bad? I mean, I can take my time and enjoy all of my body without regard to someone else’s needs.” She watched his face for a moment before letting her gaze rest over his erection. “Don’t you play with that bad boy between your legs?”

“Sure.”

She let her hand rest over the hip without a thigh and massaged the soft rounded mass a few times before her fingertips slipped though the lips of her pussy. “Wow,” she groaned then moved her hand over her stomach.

“Go ahead if you want.” Without touching it, his cock bounced up towards his stomach in a slight spasm.

“Make it do that again,” she begged as she touched her clit with a single fingertip.

Kevin leaned back and made his cock move several more times without touching it.

“Cool,” Ellie mumbled. “Glad my missing leg doesn’t seem to turn you off.”

“Not in the least.”

“You almost make it sound like it might excite you.”

“Would that be a problem?”

“Nope. Especially if it wouldn’t be a problem that I had it off.”

“Had … did you want it off?”

“Crazy huh?” Her hand cupped the legless hip and fondled it. “A few years back.”

“Wow-w,” he slowly exclaimed then let his hand curl around the large erection. “Now that IS exciting.”

“Really? Is it something you want too?”

“No, but I do find women with one leg very exciting … and to know you wanted to be that way is … ah, icing on the cake.”

“Does your wife know about your feelings?”

“Don’t have a wife. What about your husband?”

“Don’t have a husband … and no boyfriend either. Not for ten years since I graduated from college. Don’t get me wrong, I have a guy once in a while … mostly to satisfy my love to suck cock.”

“Hmmm,” he purred rubbing his chin and watching her fondle the hip. “Do you think I could be a “guy once in a while”? He laughed. “Actually I’d like to be more than that.”

“We all get horny.” She laughed and moved closer. Her hand replaced his on the cock and stroked it a few times. “Such a nice thing,” she softly whispered without stopping. “Bet it has been in quite a few pussies.”

“Enough to know what it feels like, but not a lot of or often enough.”

“What a shame … the often enough part.” She stopped stroking and let her thumb rub around the large swollen head twice. She leaned down and took just the head into her mouth letting it moved in and out slightly several times before sitting back up. “Nice.” Her thumb smoothed the salvia that remained on the head.

“You didn’t have to stop.” He sounded disappointed.

“I know, but this is so public. Believe me, I’d love to have continued.”

His hand moved towards her, then stopped in midair. “Can I touch…?”

She pressed a finger over his lips before he could finish as if to shush him. “Anywhere you want.” She leaned back and moved her foot more to one side. “Have you ever touched a stump?” She giggled and watched his hand bayan escort merter move closer.

“Nah … looked at enough pictures though.” He laughed and massaged her hip. “It feels really nice.”

“You’ve got that right.”

He moved his face closer to hers then let their lips touch. She slipped her tongue inside and let it enjoy the wetness of his mouth. A pleasurable moan was made a few times as her hand cupped the back of his head and her fingers toyed with his hair.

She pulled back leaving her hand behind his head. “Nice kisses.”

“Not the only places I’d like to kiss you.”

“Oh baby, you say the nicest things.” She giggled and lay on her back. “Show me.” Two fingers parted her pussy lips exposing the wet pink insides to him.

Her eyes closed as he nibbled and stabbed his tongue inside. His nose rubbed against her clit and he held her hips in both hands. Leaves rustled and a shadow covered her face.

“Kevin’s found a woman,” the female voice said.

“Guess he won’t need a ride home,” the male voice said and the couple from the river walked away. After a few feet, he remarked, “Did she only have one leg?”

“Yeah-h,” she drawled with a slight sense of excitement in her voice. “I’ll tell you more some day.”

Kevin had not stopped while they had watched and Ellie had only slightly been aware of someone else being nearby.

“Darlin’,” she moaned. He paused and glanced towards her face, the aroma of her pussy still lingering close. “If I promise you can do that all night, can we stop for a while and go for a swim? I also want to relish that cock of yours tonight. Okay?”

Kevin stood and reached his hand down. She held it and pulled herself upright. “I can just hop. Let me hold your arm for balance.”

“It must be awkward to hop in the water.”

“Yeah. Of course you could carry me.” She giggled as he scooped her into his arms. “Who were they?”

“My little sister and her guy.”

“Sister? Does she know about your, hmmm, interest?”

He let her slip gently from his arms, guiding her until she stood in front of him in water up to their waist. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, teasing her lips with his.

“Some … and she pretends sometimes. He doesn’t know and I doubt she will tell him.”

“Do you mean ‘pretend to be an amputee’?”

“Yeah-h … usually just for me, but sometimes alone just for herself. I bet you used to do that too.”

“I confess, yes I did. God, it is so-o much better now than when I used to pretend. Does she want to be an amputee?”

“She says she doesn’t.”

His hands slipped along her back until his fingertips slid though the valley of her ass, then one hand massaged her legless hip.

“How did you know I was partial to having the leg completely gone?” he asked giving her lips light kisses as he spoke.

“I guess my crystal ball was working really well.” She laughed and reached into the water and held his cock. “How did you know I liked large cocks?” She laughed again.

–

The sun had moved enough the trees now cast a large shadow over the blanket and other items. She let go of his arm and bent over to pick the towels up, one for him, the other for her. Balanced on her only foot, she patted the drops of water from her naked body and rubbed at the long single leg. She bent down again and lifted the crutches until they rested under her arms then toweled her hair a little. The whole time she had watched his cock bounce as he vigorously dried his body.

“What?” he asked pressing his palm against her crotch, feeling the pussy lips kiss his hand.

She reached out and played with his slightly firm erection. “Bet we’ll have fun with each other.” She held his cock and pulled him closer so she could kiss his lips. As she did, she pushed a little of the cock inside her and felt the renewed erection growing even firmer. “Be a shame to waste this,” she teased.

“There’ll be more of those. We don’t want to mess up that sweet cunt of yours, do we?”

–

Kevin tossed the duffle bag into the backseat and watched Ellie slide the crutches across the floor. She pushed the door closed and took two long hops so she could sit in the driver’s seat. Her barefoot moved inside and rested on the accelerator. The door clicked shut. She wiggled her hips and tugged at the long t-shirt bottom until it exposed her naked hips.

“Give you something to look at on the way home.” She laughed and started the engine.

“And I like what I see. Guess when we get home, I’ll have to give it a very, very close inspection.” He snickered.

–

Karen stood by Mike in the parking lot of her apartment and kissed him long and deep. Her tongue explored his mouth and she could feel his growing excitement press against her.

“Baby, I need you too. I’ve a few things I just have to do though. Please understand,” she whispered into his ear as she ground herself against him.

“What?” he asked in a mild state of anger. “I’m getting tired of anadolu yakası escort bayan having to jerk off after being with you.” His voice grew angrier with each word.

“Sorry.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Well maybe we shouldn’t get naked and make out if we can’t get each other off.”

She pulled back and looked at him with the bulge in his pants as she held one of his hands. Her eyes scanned his body and quietly she considered what to say. She let go of the hand and took another step away.

“So, am I just a pussy for your cock?” She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t need you or your cock that much. Good fucking luck finding someone else.”

She turned and flipped him off as she walked along the sidewalk. She could hear him protesting for another twenty feet until she turned and walked along the other side of a tall hedge. She talked to herself, sometimes muttering aloud, convincing herself that she did not need him.

The lock on the closed door clicked and she walked though the apartment leaving the beach bag on the washer then on into the bedroom. She undressed removing the only two pieces of clothing and dropped them on the floor of the bathroom as she watched in the mirror. Both hands cupped her breasts and a finger on the left hand teased a nipple into a state of firmness.

“Oh baby,” she moaned aloud.

Karen leaned against the wall still playing with one breast and pulled her left foot up pinning it between her hip and the wall. Aloud, she said, “What is Kevin doing with that one legged chick? Why is she so lucky to be missing her fucking leg? Why not me?”

First one finger, then a second, filled her pussy. Her head fell backward against the wall. Her mouth dropped open. “Ah, ah,” she gasped as her eyes again looked in the mirror.

The orgasm subsided as she thought aloud, “He knows I pretend. He thinks I do it for him. Will he think I’m crazy that I…?” She let her foot down and turned the knob in the shower to warm.

–

“It’s not much,” Ellie explained as she closed the front door behind Kevin. “But it’s home these days.” She walked smoothly on her crutches occasionally pausing in mid-stride to balance with her foot off the floor.

“You really do love being that way,” he remarked as he followed her into the kitchen.

“Oh hell yeah-h.” She held a bottle of whiskey up towards him. He nodded. “I can’t imagine having it back now. To be very candid, I can’t remember what it was like to have it.” She handed him a tumbler with a half-inch of whiskey covering the bottom, then she sipped from her glass. “Guess I always wanted to be this way.”

“Do you know why?”

“Nope. I used to spend hours wondering why. I was afraid I was crazy or insane. I would read all those stories of new amputees crying over the loss of a limb and taking month, years, to get back to their life. I was up the next day and crutching up and down the hall. It doesn’t matter why anymore.”

“A few years ago?” he quizzed before another sip.

“Yup. If only I could have done it when I was a kid….”

“Really?”

“Yup. Tell me about your amputee interest.” She poured more whiskey into both glasses.

Karen and I had a cousin our age that’d lost a leg because of cancer. Eventually she died, but before that, we both loved using her crutches.”

“Did you get to see her stump?”

“Yes we both did … a number of times. We were just kids and very curious.”

“So that did it for you?”

“Oh, I had girlfriends with both legs, but I was always on the lookout for one-legged women. I never found any to date, though I saw a few at the mall or amusement parks. Eventually I started buying pictures before the Internet. Now I have a hard drive filled with pictures.”

“What about Karen?”

“While she was in college, she would visit me. We probably had a few drinks too many one night and were talking about our cousin. She mentioned something about how we used to go around on her crutches. I asked if she still did that. She said she would if there was a way to get a pair of crutches, that she had really loved doing that.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, wow. We went to the pharmacy and bought a pair and several ACE bandages. A few times that evening she bound her leg up for a while and walked around my apartment on the crutches.”

“Did you ask her if she wanted to have just one leg?”

“I did, but she only would say ‘there isn’t a way’.”

“Do you think…?”

“I don’t know, but she has gone out with me at night on one leg. We go to another part of town or go out of town. Her foot sticks out from her ass and that kind of messes with the image. She walks very well on her crutches.”

Ellie sat her glass on the counter and pushed at Kevin’s waistband until his shorts fell along his legs landing over his feet. She patted the counter next to him. “Sit up here,” she commanded. “You’re making me horny.” She giggled and pulled her t-shirt off leaving herself naked.

She watched him push himself bayan escort besiktaş up letting his shorts fall on the floor. With a single hop, Ellie positioned herself between his knees then slipped her hands along his thighs. “Geez, you have a wonderful looking cock.” Her fingers teased the warm shaft letting it move against them. “Lean back just a bit,” she instructed letting her face moved closer to the head before taking it between her lips.

“I might cum….”

She removed her mouth and shouted, “QUIET!” while pushing against his chest with a single hand. She resumed her mouth work on the head and an inch of the shaft. A moment later, she freed the warm flesh. “Oh baby, this is-s great,” then continued mouthing the cock gradually taking more of it inside.

“I’m going….”

She slapped him on the side of his thigh and continued until he began to unload streams of thick cum that rolled along her tongue. A few fingers wrapped around the base of the shaft and helped milk more until there was none. A soft popping sound rolled between his legs as she let it slip from her lips.

“Yeah-h,” she groaned wiping her lips with the back of her hand. “Damn fine cock you’ve got there. Your cum tastes good too.” She gulped once as she swallowed the last of the cum. “Yeah-h … hope you understand that I’ll want more of that before I let you leave.” She laughed and hopped a few steps back to the opposite counter.

“What … I’m just going to be a sex slave?”

“Would that be so bad … a sex slave for a one-legged chick?” She cupped her hands under her breasts and squeezed them. “I might just insist you eat my pussy too.” She grinned and let the boobs fall free then spread her pussy lips wide and thrust her crotch forward so he could see the pink skin inside. “I know how you will hate having my stump next to this.” She laughed again and let go of her pussy.

“Guess it’s your turn to sit up on the counter,” he whispered as he slid off the granite surface. He lifted her hips as she pushed with her hands against the counter. “There,” he said as he pushed her single knee further to the side. His index finger probed just inside feeling the wetness. The other hand stroked the legless hip. “Wow. Such a fantasy.” A fingertip hooked the clit and pulled it out then circled the nub several times. He leaned forward and sucked it between his lips pressing them tight.

Her hands gripped at the back of his head. “Careful … there … big … guy.” The words gasped from her mouth one at a time. Her fingers wrapped some hair around them as she pressed his face tight against her. “Okay, now go for it,” she roared. “Just had to…. ah, never mind. Just eat me. Make me cum quickly.”

First one, then a second finger vanished inside and began massaging as he continued to suck.

“Oh … baby … yeah-h,” she moaned aloud and repeatedly as she quickly approached the desired orgasm. She felt his free hand cup her legless hip and rub along the faint scars. “Good … good,” she whispered reassuring him that he was doing the right thing to her stump. Her breathing told him she was close and he let his fingertips press against her g-spot. “Easy,” she begged and as he released some of the pressure, she said, “Yeah-h baby … like that.”

Her head fell slowly back, her mouth opened. Her breathing was quite auditable. “Oh god-d … there … there.” Soon she let go of his head and pushed him away. “Getting a little sore,” she teased. “Not used to having someone down there.” She laughed. “I’m not complaining mind you. Give me a moment.”

–

Karen crutched along the empty and darkened sidewalk, her left leg bound with an ACE bandage and the foot pulled tight against her hip with the aid of a heavy elastic girdle. The hem of the black full skirt dangled just past her knees. The single foot wore a black moderately high heal shoe. As she passed the store windows of closed shops, she would pause to watch her reflection and imagine she was truly missing a leg.

She was lost in one of many moments of watching herself when the shop door opened quietly and a woman stepped out onto the sidewalk. After locking the door, the woman turned then noticed Karen gasp and hold a hand to her chest.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” the woman said as she let her eyes scan from Karen’s head to foot, then back.

Karen did the same to the woman and noticed the empty left sleeve of her black lightweight turtleneck sweater. “Your arm?”

“Yeah-h. Your leg?”

“I didn’t expect to see anyone. I sometimes pretend. It would have been obvious if you saw me from behind. I know that sounds sick to a real amputee.”

The woman leaned lightly against the window with the empty sleeve towards Karen. She pulled the bottom of the sweater up enough to reveal the arm hidden beneath. “Ha … fooled you.” She laughed. “I’m just pretending too.” She brushed the bottom of the sweater back down and held a hand out. “I’m Julie. How long have you been pretending?”

“I’m Karen. Oh, I’ve been doing it all my life and for the last five years quite often. Lately, most every night.”

“Are you up for a drink? There’s a dark and quiet bar about a block from here.”

“I think I can keep my foot up for a while longer.”

“I know that feeling. Sucks … huh?”

“Have you pretended to be missing a leg?”

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Carmen Pt. 02

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Charlie’s life had changed for good, ever since Carmen stole his social media passwords and began posting pictures and videos of him under her monstrous buttocks. Whatever friends Charlie had had left him, but his step-sister Carmen had discovered that she could make money from dominating her older, but much smaller step-brother. Being very computer-savvy, she had developed a website focusing on her domination of Charlie, making him into her own toilet slave. She was amazed to see thousands and thousands of people who would pay the $20/month membership fee to watch her torment and dominate her brother.

The money came rolling in, and needless to say, Rosetta was very proud of her entrepreneurial daughter. She had made her husband subscribe to the website, in support of the kids, even though Carmen collected all the membership fees and it pained James to watch his son be forced to clean his step-daughters titanic backside, and even swallow her turds on camera.

One day, the family was having dinner… rather, Rosetta and Carmen were eating first, and James and Charlie were to serve them, sniffing their bottoms as they ate so they didn’t have to trouble themselves with the foul gas. Today, the men had cooked them each a full ham, two bowls of mashed potatoes, a pound of bacon, four pounds of chicken, a bowl of broccoli, ten sweet potatoes, and a gallon of milk for each woman. Carmen and Rosetta dug in, eating heartily as the men knelt by their bottoms to smell what they would be soon eating.

“How was business today, darling?” Rosetta asked Carmen.

“Very good, we got 2,000 new subscribers and I received almost $10,000 alone just in tributes from my fans. They really love the series. I never thought so many men would pay to watch me poop on Charlie’s face,” she laughed.

“Yes, the male psyche is a very curious thing,” Rosetta said, grunting as she pushed a thick fart into her husband’s face. “Very simple. Men all secretly want to be dominated by big-butted women, whether or not they will admit that. And there is no greater domination than forcing a man to consume escort bayan topkapı your feces.”

“Ain’t that the truth!” Carmen exclaimed, letting loose a ripper that blew over Charlie’s face, leaving him in a daze.

“Now, Carmen, I have a surprise for you!” Rosetta beamed. “I’ve been keeping it a secret from you for a while now, but this is the time to tell you. I have been speaking with my friend Lunelle, who is a leading molecular biologist for the CIA. And she has developed a drug, for counterterrorism operations, that will shrink the user down to a fraction of their usual size. She said they have performed enough trials to work out the kinks. I told her about your website, and how successful you are doing dominating Charlie over there.”

“You don’t need to tell me any more, Mom!” Carmen shouted out eagerly. “I would looooove to shrink Charlie down! The fans would go crazy for that!”

“Wait, wait, wait,” James cried, from behind Rosetta’s mountainous shitter. “What if we can’t bring Charlie back to full size? I don’t think this is safe.”

“Oh, nonsense,” Rosetta quipped, grabbing the back of James’ head and shoving it deep between her farting cheeks. “Charlie’s ‘full size’ isn’t much anyways. He will be better off being miniature. This particular pill will activate a particular enzyme that Lunelle has discovered, which is the antithesis of growth hormone. It will actually continue shrinking him until we give him a second pill to prevent his shrinkage. I think shrinking him down to a foot will be good, what do you think Carmen?”

“I agree, Mother,” Carmen said cheerfully. “I think being a foot tall is perfect for Charlie here. Why, he doesn’t have any friends and he will never fall in love or have a girlfriend. I think that is the perfect scenario for him. He can live inside my butt.” She patted Charlie on the head, and unleashed a smattering of farts on his face, which caused him to gag. Charlie had never felt so sick. Whether it was all the meat Carmen was eating, and her meaty farts, or the horrible news, he couldn’t think straight. escort bayan kadıköy Something about having his face between her butt cheeks made him utterly subservient. He would agree to anything in that position.

The next day, Charlie was made to take the pill, by the two women. His father looked on helplessly, as his naked son was shrunken smaller and smaller over the course of the day until they finally gave him the second pill, a tiny one, when he had shrunk down to a foot in size. James sighed despondently, looking at the expressions of glee on the faces of his wife and stepdaughter as they eyed his minimized son. He saw Charlie look up, terrified, as his gorgeous brown giantess of a stepsister picked him up. She held her phone out, recording the scene for their website.

“Hello Charlie,” she giggled, looking at the miniscule boy. “Looks like you’re going to be getting a new home, and I think you’re the perfect size for it. Mother, would you like to do the honors?”

“I would love to,” Rosetta said, picking up the tiny boy and grabbing the phone in her other to record. Carmen pulled down her pants, exposed her giant, jiggling ass, each cheek the size of a house to Charlie. She knelt down and spread her cheeks, exposing her puckered, dark brown anus. Rosetta couldn’t help but grin at how submissive the boy had become, and how quickly… just like his old man. There was no resistance left in him.

“Ok, now, Charlie,” she said soothingly, bringing him closer to the broad, smelly backside of his step-sister. “Don’t worry about a thing. You will get accustomed to the scent, the taste, the feel.” She placed him between Carmen’s bountiful buttcheeks, and Carmen squeezed them together gently, holding the boy in place so only his head popped out.

“No, please,” Charlie said, his voice cracking. He began to cry. “I can’t live this way, I have so much more to live for! It smells so bad in here, I hate it!”

“Are you getting this all on camera, Mother?” Carmen laughed heartily, shaking her abundant booty with the boy stuck in the center escort bayan fındıkzade of it.

“Of course, honey,” Rosetta laughed, bringing the camera closer to the sobbing boy. “Now, Charlie you know as well as we do that your life wasn’t going to amount to anything as a full-sized boy. Therefore, we have revoked your… privilege… as a grown man. Though I can’t really even say you were a grown man, after seeing you naked.”

The two women laughed uproariously at that joke, as Charlie struggled desperately to free himself from his stinky prison.

“No, no, Charlie, you have always been a little buttboy,” Carmen said pushing him back down into her pungent crevice. “That is where you will live now. While sitting on your face, I’d always imagined shrinking you down to this size and sticking you completely up my ass. I just always had a sense that that’s where you’d end up. In the depths of my fat ass.”

Without missing a beat, she let out a rumbling fart, which jumbled Charlie around inside her jiggling rear end. The heat and the smell was unbelievably strong; the scent of eggs and rotten cheese felt like it was embedded in Charlie’s bones. He gagged, desperately trying to escape her clenching globes, but there was nowhere for him to go. He heard the two women howling with laughter at his plight, Carmen’s cheeks clapping together as her body shook with laughter, crushing Charlie.

“And now,” Rosetta announced triumphantly. “The fans are loving this! We have over 2 million viewers tuning in right now, honey! But the fans have spoken. And it is time to say goodbye to little Charlie.” She plucked Charlie up, who was sweating profusely.

“Thank you,” Charlie gasped, his heart rate beginning to slow as he recovered his breath.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Rosetta said, with a twisted grin forming on her face. “You aren’t done just yet. You will be going in time out, for initially resisting your new life as Carmen’s butt slave. And Carmen, show dear Charlie where he will be spending his time out.”

Carmen stuck her broad sitter out, clasping each monstrous cheek with her hands, and spread them slowly, presenting her pulsing, greedy asshole which told Charlie all he needed to know.

He screamed as Rosetta brought him closer to his foul abode, but his screams were muffled as she pushed his head against her daughter’s slick anus and forced him inside.

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Bound at the Art Show

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

*****

“So you’re one of our new models?”

Goatie shuffled a cloven hind hoof, tucking it behind the opposite one. Dressed demurely, there was a definite feminine edge to the goat’s periwinkle blue attire, the strapless blouse cutting low across the top of his arms to leave his shoulders bare. For the street, the slim-fitting skinny jeans pulled the look off well — enough to be seen happily in public without worrying about getting more than a lingering side-long glance. Or two. Or three.

Hey. Maybe he liked those looks too.

The deer behind the reception desk of the exhibition hall pushed her glasses down her muzzle a little and peered at him over the top, her moist nose twitching. Framed against the white-washed wall to her back, there was something severe about her pose as if she was a librarian about to scold him for making too much noise and not the gate-holder to the weekend job he’d applied for.

Under her scrutiny, he jumped, realising that he had not yet answered her.

“Uh… Yes?” He bleated quietly, averting his eyes. “I spoke to Ms Harrisson earlier this week? She told me to come here at this time?”

“Ohhh…” The doe raised her eyebrows. “It’s you she’s been talking about. Well then, by all means, do come this way.”

Relieved, Goatie’s shoulders slumped and he eagerly followed as she strode ahead of him, a fine pair of imitation leather hoof-boots stretching up from her own pair of cloven hooves. Her work suit screamed luxury and there had clearly been no expense spared when it came to her wardrobe.

Down a long hallway, she paced, sliding back her sleeve to check the watch at her wrist just the once.

“So, what’s this all about?” He chanced to ask, trotting to keep up with the longer-legged doe. “The ad was a little vague but Ms Harrisson seemed to think I’d do well at it. I’ve done some modelling work before too.”

Giggling, the doe covered her mouth with her fingertips a breath too late.

“Oh, it’s not your usual kind of modelling fare,” she said vaguely, waving her paw. “But they’ll explain it all to you soon enough. You could say that it’s an exhibition of our artist’s finest work and, well, we need models to help put it on display for us. Hence the ad.”

His ears perked and Goatie would have tilted his head if he had not been concerned with keeping pace.

“An exhibition?” He probed, hoping for more information. “What kind of exhibition?”

Without an answer, the doe, who did not wear a name badge, opened the door at the very end of the long corridor, ignoring all others that they had so far passed. Bubbling laughter rang through and he tipped towards it instinctively, curiosity getting the şişli escort better of him.

“Yes, an exhibition.”

Stepping back she nodded for him to go through the door ahead of her. Despite wanting to know what was going on beyond the door, a rack of clothing blocking any further view he may have had of the room, Goatie took note, quietly, that she had not actually answered his question.

How curious…

“Please proceed through here and our designers will have you dressed up and ready to go very shortly.”

What else could he do but as she asked and, with a deep, steadying breath, Goatie nodded his thanks and did as she said, bracing himself for the unknown.

What he found was a scene that he could not have anticipated even in his wildest, kinkiest dreams, however…

*

Well, it was an exhibition, he thought to himself, spinning lightly as he hung suspended from one of the beams. The entire hall had been decorated to look like an old-time log cabin of colossal proportions, but he was sure that the majority of it had been dragged into the exhibition hall in the very centre of the city for the event itself, for there was no way that anyone could have grown such a vast quantity of mistletoe and holly within the bounds of the city itself. Candlelight flickered from the large, hanging candelabras, but the scene was well lit enough for everyone to see by with glowing, orb-like lights that were spaced at intervals along all walls and beams.

And the models posing on display… Everyone was in the same boat as he, bound and strung up in various alluring poses, although not everyone was suspended. As a newer model, they had said that it was better to fix him in a certain position, just so they could hit the right note with his display. He wasn’t entirely sure if that was a good or a bad thing.

He blushed and suppressed a bleat, conscious of those mingling around him with champagne glasses in paw, the goat turning and turning and turning slowly in midair like a Christmas bauble. He’d been stripped off and his clothes folded to the side before he’d even had a chance to blink, more appealing attire for an adult only exhibition donned and then the rope harness snugly fitted and tightened over his soft, grey fur.

“Oh, look at this one!”

A giggling vixen set her glass aside and ran her fingers down his arm, the crimson ropes crisscrossing in a pattern that he could not have hoped to replicate if he’d been making a rope harness for himself or even on the body of a willing fellow kinkster. Intricately wrapped up while leaving absolutely everything on display, they had not given him a shred of clothing to cover himself with and the rope even framed his crotch oh so innocently, drawing the eye down to his most intimate region.

Blushing, Goatie squeaked as he was spun, letting the russet-furred fox admire him from all angles, and then suddenly his world was going end over end, what was up becoming down as his head followed his ümraniye bayan escort toes in a feat of twisting bondage that was truly impressive to behold. With his paws bound to the sides of the harness, fingers twitching and flexing helplessly, the goat squealed and shook his head as he once again came the right way up, his legs bent back towards his buttocks as if he was, at least by half, hog-tied.

“Look, he spins this way too!”

A zebra who could only have been her companion — perhaps her lover? — clip-clopped up to her side with a low snort, skinny tail flicking back and forth in what Goatie assumed, or perhaps hoped, was eagerness.

“Have you found something to play with, darling?” He snickered, eyeing Goatie from head to tail. “He is a cute little thing, isn’t he?”

Goatie’s heart leapt into his mouth and he gulped down the tightness as his little tail twitched. How far, exactly, were the guests allowed to “go” with the models? Far from squirming with dread, the sudden of pleasurable anticipation that went through him made the ropes holding him shiver and, from a distance, came the tinkling of tiny bells. Chuckling weakly, he dipped his head, cheeks flushed red beneath his fur. Of course, there were bells. No one could have said that the designers had not been thorough in their presentation, after all.

When the vixen scurried out of his sight, her long, red dress setting off the hue of her fur with just the right note, he didn’t think too much of it with the zebra fondling his horns. The other male seemed more interested in him than most and Goatie couldn’t have felt, more happily, like a piece of meat on display before his eyes, there to be enjoyed.

Large ears pricking, the zebra snorted and chuffed lowly, looking behind the bound goat with great interest.

“Look, they’ve left things here for us too…” The vixen’s voice was muffled as if she was behind something. “Do you think he’ll like this one?”

Goatie wriggled, but could not crane his head around far enough to see just what they were doing. However, he certainly felt the cool touch of the dildo on his exposed tail hole, his tail nowhere near enough to cover it for some semblance of protection. Slick with lubricant — just where had that come from, let alone what was a very obvious sex toy? — it eased in with nearly no resistance at all and Goatie swallowed a bleat, heart pounding. The fox and zebra couple chuckled wickedly as if they weren’t supposed to be doing what they were doing at all.

But the dildo worked itself under his tail nonetheless and Goatie blushed as his cock hardened, the smooth shaft stimulating his arousal slowly and sweetly as the orb lights glimmered on his fur. As much as he tried, body wanting what his mind also craved, he could not rock into the steady thrusts and was forced to quiver in place, turning entirely on the whim of the fox and zebra using his body like a toy laid out purely for their enjoyment.

It seemed the vixen, however, escort bayan nişantaşı had other ideas for him.

“You know you don’t have to only use the toy, dearie,” she said with a giggle. “Look, we’re drawing a crowd, I bet they all want you to fuck him.”

Goatie snapped alert, suddenly taking note of his surroundings and the indeed very large crowd he’d drawn, most of the other models left hanging (in some cases, quite literally) with all eyes on him. That didn’t stop him, however, from trying to turn at the sound of a zip behind him, cock drooling a thin, sticky stream of pre-cum to splatter onto the podium below him. The vixen ran her fingers through his silvery-grey hair and down his shoulders, bending down to his level as she crooned to him.

“Easy now…”

He didn’t need to be told, whimpering as the dildo slipped out only to be replaced with something far more firm and tactile. When the hard cock nuzzled up beneath his tail, questing entry, he didn’t flinch and tried against himself to arch back onto it, that thick, stallion-cock stretching him out as he hadn’t been for…well…too long. It would always have been too long.

“Look how much he wants this…”

Goatie would have replied to the vixen, if her lips had not met him at that very moment, dominating his mouth as he helplessly bowed to the whims of both furs. Her tongue forced his tongue back into his own muzzle as the cock drove deeper up under his tail, slipping past the medial ring as, tantalisingly, the zebra began to thrust. Each stroke of his thick cock coaxed a moan from Goatie’s lips into the vixen’s mouth and she moaned right back at him, tail flipping gently back and forth.

“Unnff… I haven’t had one this tight in ages.”

The vixen broke the kiss with a moan and a chuckle, propping up one leg on the stage below Goatie as she hitched up her dress. It didn’t look like it should have shimmied up as far as it did, but it easily exposed her crotch to his muzzle and Goatie eagerly allowed himself to be drawn in, tongue flicking out to tease over her panties, already soaked with her own juices.

She arched up to his muzzle as Goatie longed to roll his hips back onto the zebra’s driving shaft, though he could not spare the time to be jealous as she ground her crotch on his nose and tongue, too keen for his attention to wait for him to use his tongue as he could. He did his best, however, groaning between the two members of the couple, both intent on using him in their own, erotically delicious ways.

Baring her teeth like a wild animal in the throes of deep heat at her partner, the vixen laughed recklessly, caught up in the thrill of the moment. But the words that followed drew a thudding drum of desire from deep in his core, cock twitching and jerking as if he could cum right then and there, at her command.

“How long can you fuck him before he cums too?”

The zebra’s snort rumbled through into Goatie as he laughed and rammed in deeper, harder, almost as if he was trying to make her words true right in the moment. The medial ring ground over the tight pucker of flesh with every thrust and the goat rolled his head back and forth, a vixen’s feminine juices flooding his muzzle.

Goatie groaned.

It wouldn’t be long at all.

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Gary Jean-Renald lay on the bed, panting. Standing over him, Mistress Stella Aziz stroked her strap-on dildo and smiled smugly. The moment of truth had come. Time for Gary to lose his virginity. Mistress Stella raised the handsome Black stud’s legs in the air and spread his ass cheeks wide open. Gently, she applied lubricant all over his anus before pushing the dildo against his backdoor. Gary took a deep breath, and tensed a little. Mistress Stella gently pushed the dildo into him. The gorgeous Nigerian-born African dominatrix licked her full, exquisite lips as she began fucking her latest toy in the ass.

Black men in North America were so different from the African men she grew up with her hometown of Kano, in the Republic of Nigeria. These brothers were uptight and narrow-minded. Brothers from North America had open minds and in the case of Gary Jean-Renald, wide open asses. Grinning, she began fucking him earnestly. Gary Jean-Renald winced as Mistress Stella began pounding his ass with the strap-on dildo. The king-sized bed shook as the towering, dark-skinned and absolutely gorgeous Nigerian woman topped the handsome young Black man. At last, Gary’s dream was coming true.

For years he dreamed of what it would be like to experience the forbidden pleasures of female domination. Gary Jean-Renald discovered BDSM and its uniqueness when he was merely eighteen. Three years later, he finally began exploring it. The young ladies he met at his school weren’t escort şişli really interested in this sort of thing. Most of them were into vanilla sex. Gary Jean-Renald, President of the Christian Students Association at Algonquin College in Ottawa, Ontario, had a craving for unconventional sex. He wanted to submit to a strong woman. He wanted to experience the joys of female domination as a male submissive. Unfortunately, ladies who were into this seemed hard to find.

Mistress Stella Aziz looked into Gary Jean-Renald’s eyes as she filled his asshole with her strap-on dildo. He wasn’t the first Black man that the Nigerian professional dominatrix topped. There were many Black men out there with fetishes similar to Gary Jean-Renald. However, this young man was unique. Gary was Haitian, and Haitians were famously conservative. Ninety nine percent of them were staunch Christians, and they went to church weekly and everything. The Haitians that Mistress Stella Aziz met in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, certainly were like that. Gary Jean-Renald was different from the others. The second-year Police Foundations major at Algonquin College was into freaky stuff and didn’t mind letting his freaky flag fly. So unlike a Haitian, that’s for sure.

Mistress Stella Aziz pinched Gary’s nipples, smacked his face and squeezed his cock and balls while thrusting the strap-on dildo deep into his asshole. The Haitian stud groaned as she fucked him with renewed escort bayan taksim intensity. Even though it was his first time, she didn’t go too easy on him. At six-foot-one and 250 pounds, he was certainly a big guy. Even though he was only twenty one years old. Mistress Stella Aziz liked topping big men. Why? Well, they were more fun to fuck. Also, she was no spring chicken herself. At five feet eleven inches tall while barefoot and one hundred and ninety six pounds soaking wet, Mistress Stella Aziz of Nigeria was a sturdy woman. Ebony-skinned, with long dreadlocks, a curvy body, big tits, wide hips and a big round ass. She was a true African woman and damn proud of it.

Mistress Stella Aziz was born into a Sunni Muslim family in the northern region of the Republic of Nigeria. Since moving to the Province of Ontario, Canada, at the age of twenty she adopted a more secular lifestyle. Although she still believed in the One God worshipped by Jews, Christians and Muslims alike, she wasn’t a fan of houses of worship or the men who led them. Priests, pastors, rabbis and Imams thought themselves very different from one another but they were all the same. Good at making people follow the rules according to their viewpoint, and keeping their flock docile and obedient for fear of excommunication or apostasy. Mistress Stella Aziz lost faith in organized religion. God loves everyone, and organized religion is for suckers. End of story.

Keeping kartal escort bayan her faith in God, she walked away from Islam and the very idea of organized religion itself. In Nigeria, this might have cost her everything, including her life. In Canada, she was a free woman. Her family was no longer speaking to her but she didn’t miss them. She lived her life the way she saw it. After graduating from Carleton University with an MBA and finding herself unemployed in the City of Ottawa, she began working as a professional dominatrix in adult movies and as an online fetish model. There were lots of adult film companies popping up all over the City of Toronto. American porn companies were invading the Canadian market. As one of a handful of Black dominatrix types in Canada, Mistress Stella was considered exotic and new. During the 2011-2012 fiscal year, she made two hundred and seventeen thousand dollars. Not bad, eh? Yeah, she loved what she did and wasn’t hurting anybody. Well, not any more than they wanted to be hurt. Life was good.

With a song in her heart, Mistress Stella Aziz continued pounding her dildo into the submissive Haitian stud’s tight ass. The Nigerian dominatrix really tore into him, and threw back her head and laughed as the big Black guy squealed like a little bitch. Her dildo had gone deeper into his asshole than ever before. Slowly, Mistress Stella Aziz pulled her dildo out of Gary Jean-Renald’s asshole. She leaned over, letting her big tits flop about his handsome face. The young stud was moaning softly while catching his breath. Grinning, Mistress Stella Aziz told him that his ass wasn’t a virgin anymore. Gary smiled, thanked her and closed his eyes. Mistress Stella Aziz smiled. Her work here was done.

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