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The Wal-Mart Adventure

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I’ve been interested in self-humiliation via wetting myself, my bed, and/or wearing and using diapers for almost my entire life. I kept it secret for years, though. While the thought of public humiliation was exciting, I didn’t have the nerve to try. Not until my high school years. This story isn’t about those early trials, which didn’t produce many results. This adventure takes place long ago, when the world was young. Known to most as 2004.

It was my first year of college. I moved out of my parents’ home, and away from everyone I knew. I’d left a small town for a moderately large city. This seemed like an excellent time to step up my game.

Now, I’m not a great looking guy. This helps with the humiliation thing. Back in ’04, I was a scrawny thing barely more than 140 pounds soaking wet (no pun intended), and just under six feet tall. I’m not well endowed, either. At the time, I’d never officially measured, but my best guess would be just short of five inches long fully aroused. Limp, it was truly a “grower, not a shower” sized. Generally, I had to sit just so I wouldn’t dribble on the floor while peeing. Ataşehir Olgun Escort And since humiliation actually embarrassed me, and didn’t give me an immediate erection, it really helped me to look really pathetic.

I think it was a Tuesday. It felt like a Tuesday. I headed to Wal-Mart, not with the specific intent of pissing myself silly, but better because I had nothing better to do. I’ve always had issues with not noticing my bladder needs until it was completely full. So, it wasn’t until I’d been in Wal-Mart for a few minutes that my urgent need became evident to me.

A number of possibilities occurred to me. The store was pretty busy. I could have easily found someone in one of the aisles to witness my “accident,” and to subsequently laugh at me. But, I didn’t want to make a mess where someone might slip. Today would totally gross a person out, slipping on someone else’s pee.

Instead, I headed for the bathroom, honestly hoping I wouldn’t make it. I’ve been known to have a few, uncommon, actual accidents. Never a big blowout, but noticeable. Especially in the light Ataşehir Sarışın Escort tan khakis I was wearing.

Alas, I made it to the front of the store without incident. I was resolved to relieve myself without any excitement. So I pushed my way into the restroom, holding myself in desperation. When I entered, I simply stood in place, confused. I was a bit of an idiot back in those days.

But, I realized that there weren’t any urinals. The concept didn’t dawn on me immediately. All I knew is that both of the stalls were occupied – as evidenced by the pairs of shoes visible under the doors. So I stand there by the sinks, all but groping myself to hold back the floodgates.

A toilet flushed, a stall door opened, and out strolled a young woman, maybe mid-30’s. I felt the blood rush from my face as the realization hit me.

I was in the women’s bathroom.

I expected a disgusted look, some foul words, a police escort. Instead, she looked at me with motherly eyes, like the way you look at a puppy at the pet store.

“Oh, you must be lost, sweetie,” she said Ataşehir Şişman Escort kindly. “The boy’s bathroom is across the way.”

At this point, I was shaky from anxiety and I simply couldn’t hold it anymore. I tried to respond, but only managed a meek whimper. In the same moment, a long squirt of urine blasted out if my tiny penis. It quickly drenched my whitey tighties and soaked through my pants. A sizable damp spot appeared between my legs. It looked like I was a little girl, where the spot was. At least, that’s what I thought.

The woman’s eyes softened and she offered a warm, compassionate smile.

“Aw, that’s okay, sweetie. It happens to everyone. But you can’t be in here, you’ll get in trouble. Come on.”

She held out an arm to me. I followed her out of the bathroom. She pointed to the men’s door across the way. Without a word, I scurried across and finished my bathroom business.

The woman was gone by the time I emerged from the bathroom. My nervousness had not died down, however, and the very obvious piss spot on my pants on made me blush harder. I left the store, taking a few surprised glances, but not one sneer or jest. In fact, most of the people who have ever witnessed me having an “accident,” or seen the results of sick, have been very polite. Or simply tried to ignore me.

But this moment stuck with me. It was, by far, the best response I’ve ever had to an incident.

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Yani inerken etegim kalktigi icin serviscinin eli tam donumun altina deydi ve yeter artik dercesine bagirip cagirmaya basladim.
Aldiris etmedi.
Herr neyse eve geldim abimle sakalasirken onunda eli yine baldirlarima gitti ve agbim yani dercesine aldiris etmedim daha sonra elimle kendi seyine goturdu yine saka yaparmis gibi ve kavratti.
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Bana guven diip tuvalete oturup beenii kucagina aldi.
Emmeye başladı…Etegiminin altindan eliyle yavasca masaj yapti ve emmeye basladi.
Daha sonra seyi sok sertlesti kaya gibi oldu ve surtturmeye basladi.
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The Smell and Taste of Emily’s Ass Ch. 01

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I had first become interested in ass licking and subsequently ass worship because of Emily. In high school, the topic had come up. Emily had said that while going down on her, someone had licked her butt. What’s more, she had enjoyed it. Initially, I was disgusted, but the more I thought about the act, the more I became curious about it. After reading about it and watching videos, I was beyond curious. In fact, I wanted to taste someone’s ass. More specifically, I wanted to taste Emily’s ass.

Emily and I met during high school. Despite occasionally seeing each other after school, we were never particularly close. Well, that is, with the exception of one afternoon before I left for college. That afternoon was different. We clicked in a new way. This newfound connection resulted first in a blowjob and then in me returning the favor. However, I left for college and I hadn’t seen Emily since that afternoon.

Still, Emily had been on my mind since that day. What especially struck me was her figure. Emily was about 5’2″ with a plum-shaped body–small breasts, and a tight stomach that led to thick, curvy thighs and a round ass. I loved all of it. I still remember the feeling of our bodies touching. My hands caressing her full ass and her body grinding on top of mine. However, my fondest memory of Emily, the thing that really caused this infatuation with her, was her aroma.

When we had hooked up, and things became more intimate, we both began to perspire. I had noticed dampness in her underarms, along her back and in the cleft of her ass. Each orifice and fold had her smell–the smell I couldn’t get enough of. Emily’s scent was sharp, but the scent was mixed with a soft sweetness that Anadolu Yakası Olgun Escort I began to love the more I smelled of it. The heady, womanly aroma drove me crazy. It was this more than anything that I desired.

With all this in mind – my curiosity about ass worship, my desire for her body, and my need for her aroma – I texted Emily.

“Let’s catch up. I’m home from break.”

I waited for her response. Hours later it finally came.

“Of course! It’s been so long.”

…

I showed up at Emily’s house the next day. I rang the doorbell and waited for her to open it. The door opened. There she was. Emily was stunning; wavy dirty blonde hair, green almond eyes, and kissable red lips. Emily was wearing a crop top and short shorts that showed off her toned stomach and curvy legs.

“Hi! It’s been too long,” Emily exclaimed.

Emily gave me a hug. Wrapping her arms around me tightly. She beckoned for me to come inside. I entered and we walked through the house to her room. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her as I followed. When she walked, her ass swayed side to side in an almost hypnotizing way. Eventually, we arrived at her room. Emily motioned to her bed and we sat down.

“How have you been?” I beamed.

“There’s a lot to get into. Where should I begin?” Emily asked excitedly.

“We have time. I want to hear everything from the start”

Emily smiled and began her story. As she spoke, I probed her with more questions and the story morphed into a great conversation: words were flowing naturally, we were both engaged and having fun. The exchange was electric.

Eventually, Emily began asking questions Anadolu Yakası Sarışın Escort about me.

“How were classes?”

“Did you like your roommates?”

“How was the food?”

I readily answered her questions. While we were speaking, Emily leaned in and put her hand on my leg. The contact was clearly intentional and very forward of her.

“How were the girls? She challenged, with a twinkle in her eyes.

“They were nice, but nothing to write home about.”

“I’m sure none of them were as memorable as me.” Emily goaded.

I smiled nervously, caught off guard. “No, none of them were.”

I tried to jump back into the original conversation, but Emily stopped me.

“I want to play a game.” she cooed.

“What game” I responded, confused.

She paused. In a playful voice, she asked “truth or dare?”

I thought for a moment. “Truth.” It seemed like the easier choice.

She leaned in closer and smiled seductively “what do you like most about my body?”

I didn’t expect her to be so forward and I hesitated.

“You have to answer the question” she reminded me.

I pondered for a few seconds. I loved Emily’s whole body: her slim stomach, her smooth legs, her plump lips.

“Your ass” I replied.

I couldn’t believe I had just admitted that. As the words came out of my mouth, I could feel my face becoming red. Simultaneously, I became erect, forcing me to adjust myself. Emily noticed and a smirk came over her face.

“Truth or dare?” I reciprocated, trying to take control of the situation.

“Truth” she simpered.

“Have you thought about me since Anadolu Yakası Şişman Escort you saw me last?”

She smiled, “I’ve thought about you plenty. I’ve spent time thinking of all the things I want to do to you.”

Her words sunk in and my heart began to race even more.

“It’s my turn now.” she continued, “truth or dare?”

Emily spoke with confidence, taking charge of the circumstance.

“Dare” I nervously ventured.

“I want you to kiss my cheek” she replied. Emily turned her head to the side. I leaned forward to kiss her.

Just before my lips touched her cheek, she stopped me, “wrong cheek.”

I stared at her incredulously. Without breaking my gaze, Emily turned and pulled her shorts off, exposing her gorgeous derriere.

She pointed to the cleft of her panty-clad ass. “Here,” she commanded.

I paused, not sure what to do. “I answered your question, now you have to do the dare,” Emily added.

I was still sitting on the bed. “The position will be easier if you get on your knees” she hinted.

Slowly, I got down.

Emily turned her ass towards me. I was presented with a heavenly view. Her sloped back descended to her wide hips and below, her gorgeous ass jutted out, comprised of two full moons. I hesitated in front of her. Noticing my hesitation, Emily gently pushed my head lower, guiding my lips to her cleft.

“Kiss it” she chided.

My lips brushed against the cotton of her panties, forming a pucker. I pushed them into her soft ass. As I kissed, I noticed Emily’s aroma–a faint musky scent. The smell was barely perceptible, but it was there. I moved my lips, placing more kisses across her smooth skin. Finally, I removed my lips from her.

“Very good” Emily purred, trailing her words.

Slowly I began to stand up. “Truth or dare?” I offered in a timid voice.

“No” Emily asserted, “get back on your knees”

I realized the game was over.

She was in charge.

I knelt down.

…

End of part one.

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Ladies’ Night

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It was Thursday night, ladies’ night at the local Sheraton’s hotel bar. This was always the happening place in town because the DJ was the best and everyone in the whole city would go there to hang out, drink, and dance. Well, I called several friends and tried to get them to go out with me, but no one wanted to go for various reasons. I said heck, I’ll just go by myself. I thought since my none of my friends were going, I would dress a little sexier than normal because there would be no one to give me grief about it.

First I put on my pink mesh low-rise thong from, where else, Victoria’s Secret. Then I matched it up with my new pink Angels IPEX push-up demi bra from Victoria’s Secret. Next I found a tight pink cotton/Lycra midriff baring top to put on along with a tight pink cotton/Lycra mini-skirt that went to just below my butt cheeks. I chose a pair of pink fuck-me heels that were about 4″ tall to complete the outfit.

For makeup, I had purple eyeliner, hot pink lipstick, pink blush on my cheeks, light pink and hot pink eyeshadow, and deep purple mascara. I teased my hair plenty, brushed it up a lot, and sprayed plenty of hairspray on, knowing how much guys like long big hair. I thought I looked pretty darn hot, but I guess I’ll see how hot when I get to the bar.

I had my answer when several guys with big grins on their faces said hello to me just as I walked into the atrium of the Sheraton hotel. I went into the bar and the place was hopping. I found a small table on the side of the dance floor and sat down. Within a few minutes, a guy stepped up and said hello and asked if I’d like to dance. I said yes and he led me to the dance floor. It was a fast dance song and we were getting down. He was watching my body the whole time as I danced with him; in my mind I felt like dancing for him, so I moved my body really sexy, swaying and gyrating my hips, undulating my stomach back and forth, and squatting down intermittently. I could tell he was getting turned on because I could see his bulge and, of course, that turned me on to see that he was getting aroused! The song finished and we walked back to my table and he bought me a drink and chatted for a few minutes before he excused himself to go the men’s room.

The minute he left two big guys, one black, one white, came up and sat down. They asked if I recognized them and I said no.

They said, “Oh really, you have not seen us on TV; we play football for the Arena Football Team, the Dallas Desperados.”

I told them, “I am sorry but I do not watch Arena Football.”

One guy said, “Oh that’s alright; it doesn’t matter anyways. We just wanted to come over and tell you how hot you were looking and what a sweet booty you had!”

I said, “Thanks!”

Then a slow song came on, Christina Aguilera’s “Beautiful”, and the black guy, James, asked, “Would you care to dance, Candi?”

I replied, “Sure, let’s dance.”

We walked to the dance floor and, once there, he wrapped me up with these big strong arms. This guy was huge and I kinda disappeared into his arms. He was holding me close, rubbing my tits against his lower chest and abdomen. His crotch was at the level of my lower abdomen and I could feel his dick through his slacks getting hard against my stomach.

He was now reaching down with his hands to cares my ass through my mini-skirt. Since the skirt was so tight, he was essentially just squeezing my ass right there on the dance floor. There was a mirror on this wall of the dance floor and my back was to it. I am sure that everyone could see him feeling my ass. Next he started pulling my skirt up slowly and showing my ass and my thong to everyone.

He seemed to be really into the slow dance, but I have a feeling he knew exactly what he was doing back there! He then started to grind his crotch into my stomach. Oh my goodness, it was now rock hard and poking into my stomach.

Then the song was over and the DJ said, “The next song is ladies’ choice, and since it is Ladies’ Night, guys, you have to do whatever the ladies want, ok? “

James leaned over and whispered in my ear, “What do you want, baby?”

I said, “I’d first like to dance with your friend, Kevin, if that is ok.”

James answered, “Sure.” and motioned Kevin over.

Kevin had been watching us and it seemed like he was salivating the whole time so I wanted to give him a slow dance, too!

The song that the DJ played was an old Mariah Carey classic, “Can’t Let Go.”

Kevin was a big guy, too. Guess these guys played on the line of their football team. He held me tight as we slowly swayed to the music. He also pressed his abdomen against my tits, and his crotch was also pressing into the same spot on my lower abdomen that James’ was.

I immediately sensed Kevin’s hard-on the minute he held me close. Guess he had been excited for a while already. He turned my back to another wall of the dance floor that also had a mirror.

Kevin then proceeded to feel my ass, too, but he was much bolder than his teammate. Anadolu Yakası Grup Escort He pulled up my mini-skirt and massaged my tight ass cheeks with his big bare hands, kneading my flesh like dough. I must admit, it was feeling pretty darn good!

He also ran his fingers along my ass crack and touching my thong which was now nice and moist! The song ended and several tables along the dance floor clapped, whistled, and cheered out loud! Kevin and James bowed flamboyantly and I blushed at our exhibitionistic performance.

I was a litlle embarrassed, but, inside, I was fuckin’ turned on and horny and hot as hell. I thought that would be my adventure for the night, so I thanked the guys for an interesting dance session.

James leaned down and said, “How would you like to go hang out with us at our house?”

I was thrilled at the idea and agreed, “I will follow you in my car. Ok?”

We left the bar arm in arm, with all eyes on us, everyone in there having an idea as to what kind of an evening lay ahead for the three of us.

As we walked out to the parking lot, Kevin turned and gave me a deep French kiss while James reached from behind and massaged my tits through my tight top. Kevin then reached down and rubbed my crotch and felt my wet thong. Mmmmm, that felt so damn good!

James said “Let’s hurry and get back to the house, Kevin!”

Then we got into our cars, my BMW convertible Z4 roadster following their Cadillac Escalade back to this nice exclusive neighborhood in Dallas where all the rich people had large gorgeous homes. They lived in this gated community and drove up to the guard gate with me in tow.

They spoke to the guard and then went through and waited for me; the guard then waved me through, all the while staring at me, wondering what this small lone white girl was doing with these two huge football stars. I can only believe that he thought I was some high-priced call girl. Hell, the way I was dressed that night, he was not too far from the truth!

They pulled up to this gigantic mansion and told me to just park in the circular driveway right in front of the main door. They would go through the garage and let me in shortly. So, I pulled into the circular driveway, parked in front of the main door, turned off my engine, took a deep breath, sat back, relaxed, and took in the splendor of this beautiful mansion and this magical night!

The front door opened and James walked out and opened my car door for me. I stepped out and he led me into their house, holding my hand.

Kevin was right inside the door, handed me a glass of Dom Perignon champagne, and said, “Follow me. James and I have a surprise for you.”

My heart skipped a beat and there were nervous butterflies in my stomach. What could their surprise be?

We turned around the corner and there was a closed door there which led to another room.

James said, “Go ahead, go on in, it’s the door to our entertaiment media room.”

I was a little hesitant but, what the hell, I am already here and there is probably no turning back, so I reached out, grabbed the door handle, and turned the knob, opening the door.

Slowly the door opened and my first glipmse of this vast media room was a gigantic front movie screen showing a porn flick with none other than the famous Jenna Jameson. She was on her knees sucking some stud’s huge cock.

The lights were dim and, as my eyes slowly got adjusted, I realized that there were 6 other big guys in the media room, all of whom had turned their heads to look at me. My heart jumped up to my throat and my clit quivered. Oh my goodness! Kevin and James must have called some of their teammates on the drive over and told them to meet us here. That’s why they wanted me to park out front so I would not see all of the other guys’ cars.

Kevin and James walked in, closed the door, and immediately started feeling me up.

Kevin said, “Baby, I have been waiting all night for this. The moment James and I saw you in that bar, decked out to the 9’s, in those 4″ pink fuck-me-heels, all made up the way you were, acting the way you did, and dancing oh so sexily, we knew you were the one that could fulfill all of our fantasies tonight! So, on the way back, we called a few of our best buds so that we can share you; I hope you don’t mind, Candi?”

I was speechless initially, but managed to recover enough to say, “No, I don’t mind at all! Enjoying 8 hot huge studs would be wonderful, I think! Can’t say I have ever had that pleasure!”

Kevin replied, “Well, then, let us not disappoint you!”

With that, he slowly slid my mini-skirt down my legs. I lifted my feet so he could remove my mini-skirt completely. Next James raised my arms above my head while one of his teammates lifted my tight top over my head.

So now I am standing in a huge media room where porn is being shown on a gigantic screen wearing only my pink Victoria’s Secret IPEX push-up demi bra, pink mesh low-rise thong Anadolu Yakası Manken Escort that is now completely soaked, and my 4″ pink fuck-me heels! What a scene!

Kevin turned up the lights a little bit, muted the sound of the porn flick, and turned on some pop music. I sauntered up to the front of the media room and started swaying to the music. It did not take much to turn the other guys on at all; guess James and Kevin had been building them up the entire time we were driving here.

I heard all their names, but there were no formal introductions, so in all the craziness, the only two that I really remember well are Kevin and James. I also remember Larry, Trey, Mike, Bobby, Will, and Jason.

We were all dancing up front when I finished my glass of Dom and handed it to Mike. Now that my hands were free, I unhooked my bra and let it drop to the ground. Next thing I knew, Larry’s lips were on my sensitive nipples, sucking away! MMMMMMMMMMM! That felt so fuckin’ GREAT!

Someone started to slide my thong down my legs; I am not sure who it was, but I lifted my feet so they could pull it off totally. Now I was just wearing my 4″ fuck-me heels and dancing around with 8 horny, huge, muscular guys! They were starting to take their clothes off and, one by one, they were all soon buck naked with huge raging boners, all for me!! What a thrill!!

James eased me down on all fours and kneeled down in front of me with his big black delicious dick right in front of my face. What is a red-blooded American girl to do in the sight of such temptation? That’s right! I slid it in my mouth and sucked hungrily! As I did this, Kevin got between my legs and slowly entered me while reaching around to rub my clit!

Trey and Mike were kneeling to either side of me, massaging my big tits and pinching my rock hard nipples. This was turning me on so much, I reached for their cocks and started jacking them off!! They used their strong arms to hold me up because I was on all fours being fucked by Kevin and sucking James’ cock but my hands were now being used to stroke their thick dicks!!

Then I felt the other four guys just running their hands all over my hot, slick body that was now slick with perspiration and pussy juices. The music was now cranked up and our bodies were moving and gyrating to it. What a fuckin’ wonderful feeling!! I was feeling so fuckin’ horny!

Kevin was screwing me fast and hard, moaning loudly and talking dirty; I knew he was going to be the first one to cum tonight. He suddenly pulled out and shot a huge load of cum on my ass, letting it drip down my crack. Mmmmmm!

The minute he moved out of the way Jason stepped right in and slid his rock hard member inside me and started just pounding away. While he was doing this, Jason started rubbing Kevin’s cum on my ass and into my asshole. Then he began to finger my anus once it was well lubricated. That also felt so hot and dirty!

James started to fuck my face faster while his own face was undergoing all sorts of contortions to show the pleasure he was experiencing with my deep throat job. I had the tip of his hard cock down my throat so deep I was literally gagging on it. He, of course, found that extremely orgasmic and let me know by spewing gobs of cum down my throat! There was SO much I could not swallow it all and it was dripping out of my mouth and running down my chin and neck onto my tits! He pulled his big dick out of my mouth and I sucked it all of the cum off of it for him.

Then he moved away, to be replaced by another big black guy, Larry, who had just a monster of a cock. I was afraid that I would not be able to deep throat this one because it was so big. While this was happening, I felt someone starting to rub my engorged, swollen clit. These sensations were overwhelming and fabulously wonderful!

Bobby had knelt down on my left and was fingering my clit while Will was kneeling to my right jacking himself off. All the guys were feeling really good and I was the main reason for all their pleasure!! Jason was ramming me like there was no tomorrow and making me and him feel really good!

With Bobby rubbing my clit and Trey and Mike sucking and pinching my big, sensitive nipples, I couldn’t take it much longer and screamed, ” OH FUCK, guys, I am going to cum so FUCKIN’ hard!!”

My whole body shook in orgasmic convulsions over and over again! What amazing multiple orgasms!! I had never experienced those before; it must have been all the excitement of this evening that brought it out of me!

As I came really hard, so did Jason with a big, “FUCK YEAH” yell as he pumped streams of hot thick gooey cum deep inside my sweet cunt.

During all this, I was still sucking Larry’s horsecock between gasps, moans, and screams! I could only get about 3/4 of his cock down my throat; it was impossible to get anymore down, it was too fuckin’ big! I looked up at him with my big, brown eyes and he was just grinning from ear to ear with pleasure!

I Anadolu Yakası Masöz Escort sexily stated, ” Babe, I cannot suck you any deeper, but I’d like to try riding that monster if you’d like; I believe that hole is now free.”

Upon hearing that, he did not waste any time pulling out of me so I can set my twat onto his shaft!

Everybody moved off me so I could stand up to change positions. Boy, was I a sight to behold; totally nude except for my pink 4″ fuck-me heels, glistening with moisture, and soaking with cum on my tits, ass, cunt lips, and legs!

Larry lay down on the floor in the front part of the media room and I squatted over hig huge boner sticking straight up in the sky, saluting me! Very slowly I eased my wet cunt down onto his cock inch by fabulous inch; it was massive and filled me up so good! I finally got most of it in me and started to move up and down on it! Wow, what a fuckin’ superb sensation!

I felt a hand slowly push my upper body down toward Larry’s broad chest and I felt arms easing my legs from a squatting position into doggie style on all fours. Trey was behind me gettting between my legs. I felt his middle finger slide into my well-lubed asshole; mmmm, that felt good. Then I felt two fingers slide in and start to move in and out! Then his fingers were replaced by a nice hard cock slowly easing itself into my ass! Ooohh yeahhh, I was getting some good double penetration!!

Bobby and Will stood at my sides as I jerked their stiff members off! In front of me was Mike with his enormous mushroom cockhead staring at me! Again, all the other guys held me up so I could suck Mike’s cock without worrying about falling.

Between Larry in my cunt, Trey in my ass, and Bobby and Will to my sides being jacked off, I had plenty of strong support! What a fuckin’ wonderful feeling! All my holes were filled and I was whacking two guys off at the same time to boot! It couldn’t get any better than this or could it?

Well, yes it could, as the other three guys got back in the fray! James and Kevin managed to stick their heads between Larry’s chest and mine, with each of them sucking one of my big hard nipples!

Jason was standing beside me massaging and caressing my back while playing with his cock which was now hard again!

What a fuckin’ tremendous sensation!! I had 8 guys all touching me somewhere with something at the same time!!

All these sensations were building up in me again, I could feel the tension rising, and my whole body started to slowly and lightly quiver. Larry was gripping my hips and pounding himself into me faster and faster while Trey was behind me pumping my ass furiously now!

I was jerking Bobby and Will faster and almost deep throating Mike’s entire length now! Larry screamed loudly and thrust his hips deep into me, driving his cockhead against my cervix one last time as he pumped me full of his hot luscious cum!

Immediately thereafter, Trey groaned lustfully as emptied his balls inside the walls of my ass, filling my ass with thick gooey cum!

I was very close to the point of cumming hard again so I said, “Bobby and Will, you guys better fuck me now and cum with me because I am gonna cum very hard very soon!”

Trey pulled his cock out of me and Larry literally lifted me right off his cock, which was just glistening with a mixture of his cum and my cunt juices, mmmm!!

Bobby sat down at the edge of one of the sofas, spread his legs out, and said, “Back up to my cock; I want you ride my cock with you facing forward so I can grab your tits and pinch those huge hard nipples of yours!”

That sounded like a good plan, so I did as he asked. I slowly backed my ass to Bobby and he hoisted me onto his crotch.

I grabbed his dick and began to ease it into my willing wet cunt, but he stopped me and said, “Put my hard dick in your ass, baby! Trey seemed to enjoy that so much, I want a piece of that anal action, too!”

I gladly acquiesced to his wanton wish and slowly slid his manhood into my anal love canal, slowly, inch by yummy inch! Soon his entire shaft was buried to the hilt in my ass; it felt so fuckin’ good.

He started lifting me up and down, sliding his thing in and out of me. Damn, that felt GREAT! He leaned back on the sofa and pulled me back with him, lifting my legs high in the sky above his own legs and then spreading me wide open.

He then motioned for Will to come over. Will got in between my legs and slowly slid his shaft into my warm, waiting cunt! Another deliciously wonderful double penetration! I could not believe all this was happening! My entire life I had never experienced a double penetration and here I am getting my second one of the night! Fuckin’ AMAZING!!

Mike then climbed onto the sofa to stand above me and then lowered his rock hard cock inside my mouth, which I had wide open for him. He started to fuck my face while Bobby fucked my ass and Will fucked my pussy. Again all my holes were filled!

James and Kevin got on either side of my chest and resumed sucking my rock hard nipples while squeezing the hell out of my big firm tits. I reached my free hands out to the other guys and Jason and Larry stepped right up and placed their cocks, which were rock hard again, right in my waiting hands so I could jerk them off. I was feeling pretty fuckin’ good about now!

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Elys’ ass was high in the air, pillows boosting her up so her pussy was pointing almost straight up. Ropes wrapped her body like spider’s silk on prey. She was helpless and held in place, at Jagger’s mercy.

The room was lit by candles, the warm light giving everything a golden glow. Elys’ skin was glowing in the light, making her look somehow magical and ethereal. As she waited her anticipation grew, as did her arousal. Her pussy lips were open and her hot waiting slit dripped sweet juices that ran down her belly and made the carpet under her wet. She was ready.

Jagger touched her and she jumped. Having expected to hear his approach she was taken by surprise when he was just there beside her. The feel of his leather clad fingers stroking her sent shivers through her whole body. She purred in response and she could actually feel him smiling at her.

His fingers traced down her body to her waist and gently caressed her hips. Pausing for a moment he pulled at one of the ropes and it allowed her legs to spread slightly and in so doing, opened her pussy up more. Her juices dripped out of her and trickled down her skin.

Elys heard him doing something and then felt a strange sensation. Something rough and cylindrical was being teasingly placed between her pussy lips. It was not thick and felt warm. It was not until Jagger began to slide it into her that she realized it was a taper candle, one of the long candles that lit the room.

Moaning as the long wax base of the candle penetrated her, Elys trembled at not only the sensation but also the thought of the humiliation Anadolu Yakası Fetiş Escort of being fucked by household objects. As Jagger slid it into her further, her body shook with a small climax and he paused until she was done and then wiggled the candle a little in her.

“Clamp your pussy closed, hold this tightly.” His voice was smooth and deep like chocolate.

“Yes, Sir,” she responded but he touched her lips with a leather covered finger.

“Shhhhh… just do… don’t say.” Again the voice washed over her and made her wish she could taste his words. They were delicious.

“Hold it tightly, no matter what,” he said and Elys knew enough to just do it and not ask why.

As she clenched her pussy tightly around the candle he began to play with her ass, slowly using one finger to tease all around her hole and then tickle her until she could barely keep the candle up. “Careful,” he said. “That candle is lit, my dear… you really don’t want to drop it.”

Elys’ mind raced with mild panic. It was lit? She had a lit candle in her pussy, the idea of where it would go if not kept up sunk in and she clenched her pussy tighter. She trembled slightly and that small wiggle was enough to dislodge some of the liquid wax. It ran down the shaft of the candle and the hot wax spilt over her pussy lips. She cried out but held it tightly still.

“Good girl,” he said and she smiled. Those words would inspire her to walk into the flames of hell if he asked.

The second spill of wax was more and it ran down her lips and over her clit. The Anadolu Yakası Gecelik Escort heat was so intense she came without any warning. Elys’ body shook and more wax spilt onto her pussy, but still, she held the candle up. Finally, she recovered and lay there trembling and holding the taper in her pussy like a good girl.

Again she could feel Jagger smiling at her as she lay there and she smiled in return. His finger went back to playing with her asshole, only this time he was rubbing slippery lubricant all over it and sliding his finger into her, greasing her up.

Elys shook as she realized what would be next and was not surprised really when the second candle was pressed against her tight asshole and slowly worked into her. He was so gentle as he slid it deeper into her ass, filling her up and making her feel almost like she would split from both holes being full, even with the candles being slim.

Jagger let out a little laugh and began to work the candle in and out of her hole, fucking her ass with it. Elys moaned as it violated her ass deeply; sliding way into her and then back almost out and then in again. She felt her pussy literally dripping cum out of it; the hot wax from the candle spilling over her lips and clit, again and again, the pain so exquisite, so wonderful now.

She was shaking as he stroked her hair and calmed her. The orgasm had been so intense, she had forgotten where she was momentarily and the candle had nearly fallen over. As she clenched her pussy tight on it again it straightened back up and a little Anadolu Yakası Genç Escort more wax trickled onto her.

At last Elys regained her composure and he kissed her back and rubbed her shoulder affectionately. She smiled and held the candles upright. Then she heard it. The sound of a match being struck. Then the acrid sulfur smell hit her.

He lit the candle in her ass and blew out the match and then nothing. He said nothing else, made no noise, didn’t touch her. For long minutes she waited for something to happen. She felt like time had stopped.

Then it happened all at once. The candle in Elys’ asshole dripped wax first and the hot liquid seared her and ran down her crack in both directions, onto her back and pussy. She jerked from the feeling. The candle in her cunt splashed more wax between her legs. She twitched in reaction and the candle in her ass spilt more, and then the one in her pussy…

Both candles showered Elys with hot wax, she screamed and came and screamed until she didn’t know what she was doing anymore. She cried out but didn’t hear any sound as her body shook and she tried so hard to keep the candles held up but more and more wax spilt. She was trembling, crying, cumming, she couldn’t stop any of it.

As she began to spin in her mind she forgot the world. Heat and being full and orgasms and fire filled her mind. She felt flames licking her all over and they were so good. They tickled her and set her on fire from the inside out. She screamed again as she spun in the air, just burning and loving it, the heat part of her.

Elys was curled in Jagger’s lap when she finally opened her eyes. Not burned… not on fire. She was crying or at least had been. He stroked her hair and kissed her gently. She snuggled her face into his chest and enjoyed his touches. His fingers were hot from the gloves he had taken off… almost like little points of fire on her skin. She drifted off again…

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Gary ‘The Cuck’ Clark Ch. 03

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Gary got up earlier than normal Saturday morning. He hadn’t slept much the night before. He was thinking about all that had transpired in the previous seven days of he and Marci’s new lifestyle. Had it only been a week? He went out to the street to get the paper and noticed that he needed to mow the lawn again. Yes, he thought to himself, it had only been a week. He mowed the lawn last Saturday morning, the morning before the night that he gave his wife to Bill. He would mow it again this morning, the morning before the night that he would give his wife and sister to five or six Black men. He was walking back up the steps to his front door thinking that he would wait few hours. No need to piss-off the neighbors. Gary also noticed a slight pain in his loins. “A constant hard-on, 24 hours a day for seven days will do that to you”, he said to himself.

He was surprised to see Marci up so early when he returned to the kitchen. She couldn’t sleep either. Gary walked over to where she was standing and gave her a little one armed hug. “How you doing?” he asked. She shrugged her shoulders with an “Ok I guess”. She didn’t sound too good. Gary had learned her vibes well and there was something on her mind. These were the kind of vibes that usually ended up with him doing the bleeding. “Fuck”, he said to himself.

Thirty miles away, Bill was up too. He had a lot of work to do to prepare for the party that evening. He wouldn’t have the party at his condo. The walls were far too thin for the kind of noise. The clubhouse was available but that would really be something. “Hell,” he thought. “They would probably sell all the unsold units if word got around town as to the kind of parties that the Homeowners’ were having.” No, Bill had the perfect place. His friend Eric was a horse trainer/breeder and lived way out in the sticks. He was single and loved the idea of having the party in his rec room. Bill and Eric had joked about it for a couple of year’s, never thinking it would really happen. The house was secluded and far enough away from the neighbors that gunshots would be the only way to get their attention. Gangbangs are noisy and Marci and Brenda could make as much noise as they wanted. Eric was a country western cowboy stud. He was a tough guy and not someone you messed with. Most people, who knew him, thought he had gotten tough from working in the outdoors with horses and cattle all of his life. Not the case, Eric had spent 5 years in the “big house” for armed robbery when he was in his 20’s. That was two decades ago and something that Eric never talked about. He wasn’t Bill’s first choice for a “servicer” but he had the location. The other thing Eric had going; he the biggest cock of the bunch and Eric loved using it to train white women. Somehow Bill knew that Marci would love this stud.

The house was a big ranch style design about 30 years old. The stables, hay barn and paddocks were much newer and were located behind the house. Just off the kitchen was a huge recreation room with a 55” projection TV on the far wall. The room had a lot of overstuffed furniture, a wet bar and a floor to ceiling fireplace. Bill and Eric decided that by moving a couple of pieces of furniture, they would have enough space in the center of the room to accommodate two queen size mattresses from the bedrooms.

Like all parties, this one needed a lot of attention. This would be the third gangbang that Bill would participate in and his first to plan. A lot could go wrong. He needed to have a back-up plan should the two “guests of honor” bomb on him. It would be a “poker” party with chips, beer and a few “black on white” gangbang movies. Skin flicks would be playing no matter what kind of party they had. GB parties seldom went as planned. It wasn’t always the “guests of honor” that chickened out. Women would probably not agree with him, but Bill believed that a GB was tougher mentally on the studs than the sluts. “All the Bitches really had to do was be available, and the guys would do all the work.” he thought. Guys spent their entire lives worried that they might sport a hard-on in the showers with their buddies. Now, they not only had to get a “woody” in front of the other guys, they had to keep it hard and be able to cum at the optimum moment. Not too soon and not too long. It was embarrassing to have some whore on her knees with her tongue sticking out, waiting for you to give her a load down the throat and you can’t cum, or your dick goes limp. The other guys in the circle will never let you forget it. “Limp Dick” would be your new nickname. Worse yet, was the fate worse than death that had almost gotten Bill a few years before. He and a few guys were loading up on bean dip and beer. Later in the evening, he was in a four man, one white wife “fuck-a-thon”. Bill had her bent over double and was slamming all nine inches of his cock in her 10 inch white cunt. Her hard ass was pounding the shit out of his lower abdomen where the bean dip was fermenting with the beer and mixing into a gas so toxic that he could have sold to the Pentagon. He just made Anadolu Yakası Esmer Escort it outside with only seconds to spare. “Yes, the whores have the easy part, ” he thought.

As usual there was good news and bad news. Thomas had chickened out and wasn’t coming, but the good news was, the other three guys were all bringing a friend. “Let’s see, the three guys, the three friends, himself and Eric. That made eight studs and two whores. Four-to-two”, Bill figured. Bill had not met Brenda and couldn’t count on her. She would probably chicken out like Thomas did. That would give Marci eight big Black cocks. He wouldn’t tell her or Gary how many guys would be there until they arrived. ”No reason to scare them off”, he thought. Then he pictured Marci with the eight guys with Gary watching. “Not to worry”, the told himself. “Marci was a sure fuck.”

Bill must have known something about Marci that Gary didn’t, because everything was turning to shit right in front of Gary’s eyes. He had left her alone most of the morning. He mowed the lawn at 7am. “Fuck the neighbors. If they knew what his problem was, they would forgive him”, he said to himself. Gary had hoped that the evil spirit that had entered his lovely wife had departed. “Wrong again.” Marci was in one of those moods all right. She said, “You don’t love me, if you did, you wouldn’t let any of those black bastards touch me.” “Where had this come from?” Gary asked himself. “Three days ago she was banging some guy she didn’t even know and loving it, now….?” “I’m not going.,” she told him. “Besides, this is a guy thing”, she said. “If you want those guys fucked so bad, then go let them fuck you in the ass. You might like it and you can tell me about it when you get home while I will jack off”, she yelled at Gary. Something was really bothering her. Gary’s mind began racing in reverse trying to discover where he had fucked up. Like most men and all husbands, he came up completely empty. His male brain couldn’t even begin to understand that all she wanted from him was support. Even though she was a fucking whore for black cock, she was still doing it for Gary and he was not giving her attention or recognition that she deserved for sacrificing herself for his animalistic lusts, wants and desires. She wasn’t scared even though she was a little nervous about a gangbang. Gary had been going on for days about how much she was going to enjoy fucking a bunch of black guys. What Gary didn’t pick up on, was that she felt she was doing it for Gary. The pleasure for her would be secondary even though she would enjoy the hell out of it. “Gary should have been on his knees, kissing her ass for sucking and fucking black guys for him,” she thought. She had become a slut for HIM. Marci knew that if Gary were a woman, he would be a slut. He wasn’t a woman, so he turned her into a slut. Gary, on the other hand, thinking like a man, figured that she probably couldn’t wait to get fucked by all of the black guys, because she was a natural born slut. He was just helping her find the real Marci. “Go figure”, Gary said to himself.

The doorbell rang. Marci didn’t acknowledge the bell and Gary went to answer the door. Upon opening the door, a young teenage boy stood there with a long white box with a large red bow. The boy asked, “Is Mrs. Marci Clark available?” The box was the kind that florists use for long stem red roses. Marci hearing her name walked to the door and took the box. Walking back to the kitchen, Marci pulled off the ribbon and removed the lid. Sure enough, she counted 24 beautiful long stem roses. As Marci took them to the sink, wondering where she had placed her vase, she looked at Gary. Gary, dumbfounded shrugged his shoulders. “Not me”, he said. Marci looked further in the box and found a large 8 ½ by 11 inch, sealed envelope with her name handwritten on it. She opened the envelope and removed its contents. It was the photo that she had e-mailed to Bill. Written across the bottom of the photo was the caption, “Your reservations for two are confirmed for this evening Mrs. Clark. Our staff looks forward to being of service to you.” It was the photo of a married white woman with three huge black cocks penetrating her cunt, ass and mouth. This time though, names were written on each of the three black studs. Bill, Richard and Robert.

Marci didn’t know what to think. She looked at the flowers, at Gary and at the photo. Marci walked back to her bedroom with the photo and switched on her computer monitor. She had saved the JPEG on her desktop. As she clicked on the icon, the photo filled the screen. The image on her HP monitor was far superior to that from the ink jet copy. Marci stared at the photo for over five minutes, before turning off the monitor. She walked over to her dresser and pulled open the drawer where she kept her underwear. Marci then pulled out Bill’s black t-shirt and put it to her face and breathed in the smell like she had done countless times over the past week. Marci felt a tingling in her cunt and began to feel her nipples harden. Anadolu Yakası Eve Gelen Escort She was becoming aroused, but this time it didn’t have anything to do with pheromones. Marci was a bona fide whore for black cock now and all she had to do was to see a black man or think of one and her body went into action. She pulled at the string at her waist and let her sweat pants to fall to her feet. She, then removed the only other article of clothing she was wearing, the matching top and let it fall to the floor with the pants. Marci pulled the t-shirt over her head and walked back to the kitchen where Gary was removing the roses from the box. Marci walked up behind Gary and put her arms around his large chest. Marci squeezed him as she whispered in his ear. “Gary, would you do me a favor?” she asked. “Sure Marci, anything”, he replied. “Would you please shave my pussy? Bill really likes it that way.”

Gary took her back to the bedroom where he had her sit on the edge of the bed and lie back against the pillows. He filled a pan with hot water and with a new razor and a can of shaving cream he began the preparations of removing the week old hair that had begun to grow around her cunt. Gary took far more time than needed for the simple job. He would shave a little and then he would eat her pussy a little. Gary was a master at eating pussy. He would give her soft little licks with his tongue and then stop when she began to move her hips against his mouth. What added to the excitement, and made her quite crazy was, while Gary would be shaving her, he would tell her what he wanted her to let those Black men do to her. She found it interesting that he was specific about her allowing them to fuck her rather than having her fuck them. She guessed it was a bigger turn on to him if she was submissive. She liked being submissive anyway and it didn’t matter much either way. Just as long as she had Black cocks. His detail was graphic and at first a little disgusting, but the more instructions he gave her, the more she loved it. She made a conscious effort to remember every suggestion. Marci, in keeping with her oath to herself, stopped Gary just short of orgasm. She would wait for something larger than his tongue in her cunt, something hard and black.

Brenda had spent all afternoon doing her nails and preparing for the evening. She had packed her “special” outfit in her overnight bag. Susie Ann didn’t have any plans for the evening and had agreed to watch Lori. Brenda had told her that she was going out of town with Gary and Marci and probably wouldn’t be back until Sunday morning.

Just as the weekend before, Gary dropped off Lori around 2 PM. Brenda returned with Gary to get ready with Marci. Gary hadn’t talked to his sister all week and was a little nervous on the 10-minute drive back to his house. Gary was thinking of what he could say and, “Well sis, are you all excited about the gangbang tonight?” didn’t seem to be the icebreaker he needed. Instead he asked her if she was as nervous as he was. It was the right thing to say because the silence was killing Brenda. Gary didn’t know it, but with Marci’s help, Brenda had made up her mind weeks ago to try some black cock. The gangbang idea had just come up within the past week, and Gary had to be thinking his sister was the ultimate slut. All he knew was, that Marci had told her about the evening with Bill and, that Brenda had agreed to do a gangbang the following weekend. She didn’t have any need to worry. Gary had given up any negative thoughts he would have about his sister fucking black guys when he had given his wife to Bill. What was making Gary nervous was what Brenda would think about him cleaning her up with his tongue. Brenda could read him like a book. “Marci said that you were nervous about the clean-up thing, are you?” Brenda asked. “Yea”, replied Gary. “Don’t worry about it big guy”, she said. “I got thru that days ago. And”, she added, “I’m actually starting to look forward to it a little. What worries me is that one of those really big guys might like doing you better than me,” she teased. The ice was broken and they laughed as they shared how much they both were looking forward to the evening.

No sooner than they had arrived at Gary’s house, Marci and Brenda were leaving again in Marci’s car to pick up few things they needed from the drug store. Gary needed to drop by The Good Guys to purchase a new battery and some blank cassettes for his camcorder. He also wanted to check out their digital cameras.

Marci and Brenda had gotten home before Gary and were back in the bedroom with the door shut. Gary was reading the instructions for his new Cannon Digital Camera and wanted to take a few photos to see how they would look on his computer. He knocked on his own bedroom door and asked permission to enter. “We were talking about girl things”, Brenda said to her brother as he entered the room. “Funny, he had always thought of gangbangs as a guy thing”, he thought to himself. They were both wearing bathrobes and it was apparent Anadolu Yakası Evi Olan Escort that they had already bathed.

“Hey! Check out this new digital camera I got today.” Gary told Marci. “You don’t have to develop the film. Just shoot the pictures, download them into the computer and, just like that, instant porn. Let me take a couple of you guys and give it the acid test”, he asked. Of course they were not ready, and neither wanted their picture taken just yet. Reluctantly, and with a promise from Gary that he would delete the photos, they agreed. Brenda’s hands were shaking as she removed her robe. Gary had seen Marci nude a million times, but the last time he had seen Brenda in the buff was when she was about five years old and he had entered the bathroom when he shouldn’t have. “Fuck me” he said to himself. She was incredible. Her tits were perfect and had huge round brown circles around her nipples. Her nipples were as large as gumdrops and he figured would be just about as sweet. Brenda didn’t shave her pussy like Gary had done for Marci. Brenda had a jet-black patch that had been carefully trimmed short and in the perfect shape of a heart. Brenda had full and very definite hips. She wasn’t as trim as Marci and the fullness of her hips and bust contrasted with her very small waist. Rick had been absolutely right in saying that Brenda was all tits and ass. “So how long are you going to stare at Brenda,” Marci asked. “Sorry, she is so sexy” Gary replied. “Yes, she is”, Marci agreed. Brenda’s cheeks were getting red as her brother and sister-in-law admired her body. Gary had them stand in a few different poses. He closed the blind on the bedroom window to shut off as much light as possible and took a few test photos in dimly lit conditions. “OK”, he said, “That should do it.” Marci walked over to Gary as he sat down at the computer. “Will you do something for us now?” Marci asked him. “Sure, anything” he said. Marci motioned for him to follow as she and Brenda walked to the bathroom, where Marci opened a plastic bag filled of items from the drugstore. Marci removed a couple of boxes about two inches square and about seven inches tall. FLEET ENEMA was written on the boxes. “We need to completely evacuate”, Marci said. “Every one of those guys will want to fuck us in the ass and believe me, that is one clean up job that you will not want.” Marci handed Gary the two boxes. As he was looking at the directions he glanced at Brenda, she was moving to the side of the raised bath tub next to Marci who was already on her hands and knees with her beautiful bare ass pointing at Gary. Brenda winked at Gary and took her position next to Marci. Gary was standing there with two enemas in his hands looking square into their cunts. “Holy Shit”, was what he tried to say but ended up gasping for a breath of air as he realized that he wasn’t breathing. Both of the girls began wiggling their asses at him saying, “give it to me Baby, make it hurt. OH YES, FUCK ME HARDER”, they screamed in laughter. “All right, very funny”, Gary said as he stuck one of the enemas in Marci’s ass and the other into Brenda’s. Per the instructions, Gary emptied the contents of the plastic bottles into their rectums. Gary took his time and couldn’t resist feeling Marci’s cunt with one hand and Brenda’s plump ass with the other. He slowly removed the applicators from their tight ass holes when Marci said, “Gary, quit fucking around and get done with it.” As Gary tossed the empty applicators in the trash he glanced in the plastic bag from the drug store. In it was a couple of boxes of different kinds of condoms. Some were bright colors, and there were some sheepskins as well. Also in the bag were four small plastic bottles of “super slick” lubricant made specially for fucking. In addition, there were four more Fleet enemas. “Stocking up Dear?” Gary asked. “A girl has got to be prepared” she said. “And by the way, you are going to do the shopping for this stuff next time. You should have seen the look on the check-out kid’s face when he realized what we were buying.” Marci said. Brenda added, “I’ll bet he keeps that hard on till morning.” “Now get out of here, we really do have some girl business to attend to.” Marci told Gary. Brenda passed Gary on the way out of the master bath. She was heading for the guest bathroom.

Gary fixed himself a drink while waiting for the girls and was putting the blank cassettes in his camera bag when they made their exit from the bedroom. Gary just about came in his shorts when he saw what they were wearing. Marci and Brenda had gone shopping earlier in the week for something “special” for a gangbang. None of the slut clothing that Gary and Marci had purchased the week prior seemed appropriate for the occasion. As though they would be wearing anything for very long. Marci was wearing a white see through petticoat nightie. The top was low cut and short and came down low so that her shoulders were bare. You could see her fabulous tits right thru the white material. The skirt was full, very short and had a ruffle around the bottom. It was just long enough to cover her pussy in the front but revealed much of her ass in the back. The skirt was also transparent. She was wearing a matching thong. Marci had her hair up like she did when she was cleaning. She was wearing red lipstick and dark eye shadow. “God Damn, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen”, he said to himself.

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ENTRY 1

My name is David. I work for a labor company who hires us out to other places who sometimes need extra hands with manual labor, things like that. This past week we’ve been at a large warehouse helping an electric company move out all their equipment and office supplies because they were moving into a bigger space.

You don’t always see the same people every day, but there are a few regulars. Not excluding this one girl, Robin. She wasn’t always very open to others, but I had been slowly getting to know her over the past few weeks and had discovered that she was definitely someone I’d be interested in.

She and I were wrapping stacks of chairs with plastic wrap with a few others, as well as this young kid CJ, who was not being as careful about getting to know Robin as he probably could have been. Not that he was being a jerk, or anything like that; his attraction was just so obvious to everyone, to which he himself was oblivious.

So CJ and Robin starting chatting about nothing in particular when my mind drifted, and I happened to glance over toward the loading bay doors. They were all open because we all would’ve surely melted had they not been. But what I noticed was Michael, the lead supervisor, talking to a young hispanic man who looked to be accompanied by his wife and very young son, no older than four.

I was naturally curious, because usually when new people come in, they don’t start halfway through the day, and they don’t typically bring their family. Speaking of which, I also couldn’t take my eyes off of his wife (assuming that’s what she was).

She was short with a small waist but plump ass, and relatively small breasts that were still big enough to have some fun with. Her black hair was in a ponytail that touched her shoulder blades. And she was one-hundred-percent the cutest human being I’ve ever seen.

I couldn’t care less about whatever CJ was saying to Robin at the moment, if they were, in fact, still talking. I was too busy wondering if this was that thing people called “love at first sight.” Cliché, I know. But absolutely true. I’d never had any reason to believe it was a thing until this very moment.

A little later in the day, while her husband was on the far side of the floor helping a few other guys with some heavy lifting, she eventually migrated over to our little operation, which had gone from wrapping chairs to stacking tables onto pallets.

I realized that CJ and I must clearly share a similar taste in women (although, I also wouldn’t be surprised if that kid just tried to fuck anything with a hole), because once she came over, his attention fled Robin’s and went straight to this new girl. She couldn’t have been older than 25. (I wanna say CJ was 19 or 20.)

Anyway, after a few minutes of glancing over at her every so often, CJ eventually said to her, “Hi, what’s your name?”

At first I just assumed she didn’t speak english, because she didn’t even flinch at his question. We all continued working in silence for a good few seconds before I repeated, “Que es tu nombre?”

She looked up from her work almost immediately and responded, “Hola. Guadalupe. ‘Lupe.’ Y tu?”

“I’m David, this is Robin, that’s CJ.”

“Hello,” she greeted us. She continued, surprisingly, in English, “so you do this every day?”

“Yeah, but it’s usually different stuff every day,” CJ butted in. And honestly, for a moment I was glad that CJ’s attention was occupied, because now I’d have some time with Robin. Plus, Lupe was already taken, so, like, keep running up that down-escalator, buddy. I’ll be over here taking the stairs to the next level.

Over the next hour, as Robin and I chatted away about common interests and shit, and CJ continued boring Lupe to death, I couldn’t help but give Lupe the occasional cursory glance. What I found most interesting was that nearly every time I did, she was there to meet it. My thoughts strayed back from the pale strawberry blonde I actually had a chance with to the adorable, ethnically-sexy married mother.

I wasn’t quite sure what was happening. But there was just something mysterious about this woman—something deeper I had yet to discover (but boy, would I discover it).

And over the course of our separate conversations, every now and then Lupe would say something to me, which I’d answer, or vice versa.

She’d notice I was the only one not wearing gloves, and ask me why, to which I’d say sometimes I do, but I don’t really mind getting my hands dirty. To which she’d say something like, “Okay,” but in a tone I couldn’t necessarily read. Was she judging me? Or did she think I was hitting on her? …Was she trying to hit on me?

This went on until Becca, the supervisor under Michael, called everyone in for lunch. Craft services had prepared tacos, and I remember thinking some Anadolu Yakası Anal Escort lewd comment in my mind like, “I’d sure like to eat Lupe’s fuckin’ taco.”

I couldn’t help it. The way we were secretly flirting in plain sight, in-between our respective conversations with Robin and CJ… The amount of times I looked her way only to find she was already looking at me… Those plump hips of hers… It was too much. My mind was racing with the dirtiest fantasies about this girl. I wanted to piss all over her face. I wanted to wholly devour her dirty asshole. My mind hadn’t been this filthy in a long time. Like, I would look at scat porn sometimes, but I’d never had the opportunity (and honestly the nerve) to try it beyond masturbation (and even that was a one-time event). But for some reason, my immediate fantasies of this enigmatic woman went straight to scat.

Then something incredible happened:

As everyone made their way to the lunch room, I saw Lupe meet up with her husband and son, but just for a second. She told him something, and he nodded. Her family continued toward the tacos while she headed for the restrooms. And as I watched her open the door, she stopped, turned to me as if she knew I was looking, and smirked.

My brain ’bout shut off. She then shot me a quick little wink and disappeared into the ladies’ room.

What the fuck was that? I thought. She must be looking for trouble.

But the question in my mind was… Was I, too?

All my blood was below my waist, at this point, so I couldn’t really think straight, and I slowed my pace. I gave an inconspicuous look around to see if anyone else was around.

There wasn’t.

I nonchalantly changed direction.

I reached the bathroom door and thought about hesitating, but quickly ruled it out. This was an opportunity I wasn’t keen on passing up. I’d go in there, show her a great time, and be out before too long, hopefully. I unfortunately figured all my dirty dreams were far too risky for here and now, but at least I could get all of this semen out of my system and down this milf’s hatch.

I let the door close behind me and scanned the room. The stall doors were all wide open except for one: the handicap stall at the end was slightly ajar. I felt my bulge grow as I approached.

I stopped at the door and, simply out of habit, knocked.

“Come in,” she said softly.

I pushed open the door and stepped forward, returning it to its previous position without looking; my eyes were too busy.

All of her clothes and jewelry had been haphazardly discarded on the floor against the wall. Lupe sat straddling the closed toilet, fingertips grasping the tank lid like a little girl peeking over the kitchen counter. Her short legs kept her heels from reaching the cold floor tile, but not her toes.

She looked over her shoulder off to the side. Her back was arched.

I wanted to say something, but my tongue was too heavy. She began breathing rhythmically, and then I noticed her asshole pucker up, and stay puckered. Was she about to do what I thought she was? I didn’t have time to think about it. Her knuckles whitened. She pressed her tits against the tank.

As she leaned forward it came. I saw it in slow motion: a massive, snaking train of gooey shit. One long, continuous monster being released from her asshole, forming a pile underneath and behind her plump, brown cheeks, atop the lid of her ceramic throne. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It seemed like it would never end!

And every few seconds her eyelids would half-close and tremble, and a gentle moan would escape her throat. Not unlike the mound behind her, the bulge in my pants grew larger by the second. And when it was finally over, she squeaked out one last moan, and I wondered if she had brought herself to orgasm simply by shitting for me.

I stood there, unable to speak or breathe, soaking in what I had just witnessed. When I finally began to grasp the situation in which I found myself, I decided to stand there a moment or two longer—just to gaze upon the goddess before me. In this new light I saw her differently. ‘Maybe,’ I thought, ‘I could give love-at-first-sight a chance, after all.’

What she said in that moment instantly turned that ‘maybe’ into a ‘definitely.’ She opened her eyes, looked me up and down, then glanced behind her at what she had made… and with a subtle lick of her lip, she sent her invitation:

“Come get your hands dirty.”

I went to her without hesitation and knelt down beside the toilet. With my left hand I softly took her cheek and guided her lips to my own; and with my right hand I dug straight in to the steaming feast she had made just for us. My tongue caressed her upper lip and then slipped inside. My middle finger found her asshole and did the same. The goopy warmth surrounding my hand was comforting, and her slippery tongue sent a tingle down my spine all the way to my hips—to Anadolu Yakası Yaşlı Escort my rock hard cock. How I didn’t cum right then and there remains a mystery.

I didn’t know how it was possible, but as I gently fingered her soft asshole I could’ve sworn I felt more material inside her. How could there have been so much in one little girl? I didn’t actually want to know, of course; I wanted to remain in awe of her power.

At last she moved her hands from the tank cover, and one found its way up my shirt, caressing my bare chest. The other ventured a bit lower. Even through my thick black work jeans she could feel how hard I was. Her other hand soon retreated to help unbuckle my belt and unfasten my pants. I stood.

She brought them down to my knees as soon as she could and slid down my boxers to come face to face with my dick—possibly the first woman to ever feel it this hard. Even I was amazed at how big it was right then. I could feel a certain electricity within it, a brand new excitement, as if it had finally found what it never knew it’d been searching for.

She brought her hand up to meet it and carefully wrapped her fingers around the shaft. Our eyes met. She lifted her leg over the toilet lid and pivoted to face me. I noticed again her short legs (toes bent, heels up) as she spread apart her knees to reveal her starving, wet pussy.

Never looking away, she slid my throbbing self along down her tongue and into her warm mouth. She began to tease her clit.

Her head moved forward and back, ever wetting my cock, but before long she stopped, and removed me. Our eyes were still locked, and I swear she hadn’t blinked for the past minute.

With one hand still holding me, and without breaking eye contact, she scooped up a handful of excrement from beside her and held it up. With an adorable little wink, she brought her hands together with my dick in-between, now surrounded by malleable, gooey shit. She squished and mushed it all over and around the shaft of my penis, leaving no space uncovered—and when was proud of her work she gave me a big smile and a tiny giggle. She closed her eyes once more and fed herself my shitty cock.

It’s hard to describe; it was an experience like no other. It was more than just head, yet also on a completely different level than a warm cunt. There was a new dimension of pleasure—that gushy pillow of stuff between my girth and her cheeks. And I could tell her mouth was extra full as her tongue tried to play with me in it all. Some of the shit pushed past her lips and fell onto the ground, sometimes landing on or in-between her toes, which she seemed to enjoy greatly, like a surprise treat. She celebrated by wiggling her toes in it, squishing it through the cracks like play-doh.

Her sweet joy made me aware of how this dirty act we were committing wasn’t anything of the sort, to her. It wasn’t taboo; it was strictly her pleasure. I wondered how far this girl would go, or was willing to go, to get off. Just how dirty was she?

Seconds later my question was answered when she took her mouth off of my dick to spit out a bit of liquid shit onto her fingertips… and began to massage her clit with it. I knew then that if she really was willing to get this shit on (or in) her pussy, there was nothing she wouldn’t do. Sooner or later this girl was gonna want me to fuck her with a dirty-ass dick—and boy, was my dick dirty.

She continued rubbing her clit with more and more vigor, periodically wetting it with more and more shitty spit. The circle of her strokes became wider, eventually reaching down to her taint, encompassing the entire mouth of her vagina. It was dripping with liquid brown and saliva. Her breathing had become heavy.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, taking a deep, relaxing breath. A part of me still couldn’t believe this was really happening. It was a dream come true. I’d fantasized about things like this before, and I had accepted their fate as merely fantasies. But this… this was quite literally a dream come true.

All the shit she had smothered over my dick was almost all gone now. Her efforts to clean it had intensified over time, and she was really, really trying to slurp every last drop of it.

She released my cock from its warm bed inside her mouth and began to lick all around the base of my shaft, making sure she hadn’t missed anything. The base of my bone tickled at the touch of her twisting tongue. I could feel my balls about ready to burst.

I placed a hand on her head and felt her soft, jet black hair—too soft not to pet. With every stroke of her hair I felt her ultimate beauty. Here I was with an adorable, exotic, married, young mother with my dick in her hands, sitting in her own shit. Why had she chosen me? How did she know this is what I wanted?

But it didn’t matter. The truth was, she had chosen me, and she did know what I wanted. She knew what I wanted within the one hour Anadolu Yakası Zenci Escort we had known each other. This was the kind of woman I wanted to fall in love with. A woman who can read me; read my heart, my mind; read my most vulnerable thoughts and my dirtiest desires.

And here she was. Right in front of me. Sitting on a public toilet lid in a huge pile of her own excrement. Her beauty was too much for me to handle. I could feel my testicles tingle, and then my shaft began to pulse. I could give her no warning—it was happening now.

The first shot of cum surprised her, and she let out an adorable little squeal, which only made me cum harder. It first went over and behind her ear, but she quickly aimed it for her face and wide-open mouth. Her lips and tongue were stained a golden brown, and there was pasty shit all between her once-white teeth. She closed her eyes as my cum slung onto her olive skin and striped it an ivory white.

The satisfaction was immense. Such pleasure had been so long unknown to my senses, but had now awakened. I couldn’t help but moan. Loudly. I don’t think I’ve ever moaned during an orgasm.

She looked up at me and flashed that shit-stained smile of hers. She licked her lips slowly but fully, then rubbed the cum-and-shit mix all along her teeth.

With a single, seductive finger she beckoned for me to come down and meet her. After all she’d done for me, I happily obliged.

I fell to my knees and strongly pulled her head into mine, mashing our mouths together. Our tongues wrestled in a cave of shit, spit, and semen—a flavorful mixture so unique and earthy. I tasted the tang over every bud on my tongue, in the back of my throat, and all the way down any time I swallowed.

The taste wasn’t unfamiliar to me; as I mentioned earlier, I had chewed a bit of my own shit once before, just to see. And though it didn’t do much for me then, this was completely different. This time, the shit was intertwined with the enchantment; it was the core of it.

I grabbed her jaw with a strong but careful grip from my dirty hand and pushed her face away from mine. I wanted to see her up close. Through the shit-ringed mouth and cum-streaked face I recognized the love of my life. A beautiful and pure soul who would let me do anything I wanted to her, and who would do anything she wanted to me.

I began forcefully licking her limp lips, then proceeded to lap up the rest of my cum off her face, pressing in on her plush skin, her forehead, her eyelids, each time leaving a wet trail of brown saliva in my wake. She moaned softly and steadily.

I reached for her tits and began to massage them. Her small breasts fit nicely in the palms of my hands, and all of the skin between her chin and her pussy was still untarnished and smooth. As my tongue ventured down her cheek and along her jawbone to her luscious neck, her moans quietly became ‘oohs’ and ‘ayes.’ She wrapped her arms around my head and back and scratched my skin with her nails. The pain sent a signal downward, and I could feel the blood rushing back to my manhood.

She pulled me tighter as my tongue reached her collarbone. I gently gnawed on the bone and let out a playful, guttural growl. That must have struck a nerve in her pussy somewhere, because she let out a wild, melodic moan of her own in response. Her nails dragged across my back—slow and sharp.

I moved lower and lower down her chest. Still massaging both breasts, I sucked her left nipple into my mouth and let my tongue caress it inside. I could still taste her shit, but it was starting to fade. I glanced at the pile—a few chunks of it had slid off the lid, but I was absoultely amazed at how much there still was.

I grabbed another handful, split it between my hands, and cupped them over the meat of her tits. She placed her hands on top of mine and followed them as I rubbed the shit onto her body in a circular motion. She looked down at me for a moment, and then I saw her eyes roll back in her head. When she tilted her head all the way back, I set my tongue on her nipples again.

“Aye…,” she half-whispered. “Aye… sí…”

She ran her fingers through my hair, slicking it back with smeary leftovers from both hands. I took some of the slippery shit from the one tit I wasn’t sucking on and met with her clitoris to play.

As I rubbed her, I playfully went lower a few times to her lips, mixing together her ass- and pussy-juices.

“David…” she said quietly. She grabbed my chin and lifted. We looked into each other’s eyes and felt that belonging yet again. “I want you to fill me up.”

I wasn’t exactly sure what she was asking, but I knew I wanted to do it for her. I wanted to fill her up. I wanted to shove shit down her throat til she puked. I wanted to fill her pussy to the brim with my cum and watch it drip out onto the toilet lid for her to lap up. I wanted to do all kinds of things for her. I just didn’t know which of those things she wanted most right now.

“I’ll fill you up, doll,” I promised. “Show me how.”

She turned to the remaining mound of shit beside her and scooped as much of it into her hands as she could, then held it out to me—an offering of her love. I held out my hands like a bowl, and she dumped it all in, then dug out a small scoop for herself.

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Calista’s Dungeon Ch. 11

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(Mistress Calista is twenty-five, has dark brown hair, green eyes, is five feet four inches tall, weighs one hundred twenty pounds, has barely thirty four B little titties, hard erect nipples, shaved pussy, long clit and a tight firm ass)

Calista waited for her next appointment sitting by the window sipping her glass of Chablis. This was another new client recommended by a male Dominant friend that discovered that she coveted serving a Mistress. Calista had agreed to provide at least one session and if it proved fruitful, more could follow. Her name was Josie and she was very much in to submission. Mistress saw a car approaching the house from the long entrance road to her estate. The car stopped at the side entrance, which was the entrance to the Tower Dungeon entryway. Calista noted that Josie followed instructions well, having been told to park near the side entrance.

A lovely girl, well built and tall exited the car and walked cautiously toward the side entrance. She wore mid-thigh shorts and a tee shirt without a bra. Her breasts swayed rhythmically as she walked and her nipples formed little mounds on the tee shirt, pushing the cloth out dramatically. The doorbell rang and Calista put her wine glass down and moved to the side entrance door, opening it. “Mistress Calista?” the girl asked timidly.

“Yes, I’m Mistress Calista.”

“I’m Josie, Ma’am,” she said nervously.

Calista smiled warmly at her and said, “Welcome to my Dungeon, slave Josie.”

“Thank you Ma’am. Permission to enter, please?” Josie asked with an uneasy smile.

“Yes, Josie, you may enter, but first strip naked out there and crawl in to kneel before me,” Mistress Calista instructed her.

Josie pulled off the tightly fitting white baby tee over her head and shook out her hair. She hooked her thumbs in her shorts and thong, pushed them over her hips to let them fall to the stone steps, around her ankles. The girl steeped out of her skirt and panties, dropped to her hands and knees and crawled into the entryway. She sat on her haunches, spread her thighs wide and placed her hands behind her head. Mistress Calista sat in her chair and looked over her new client. Her shoulder length brown hair lay softly on her smooth shoulders. She had deep brown eyes, was taller and slimmer than Calista with well developed breasts, shaped as soft cones with no hint of sagging and topped with hard erect nipples. Calista judged her lovely breasts to be in the C cup category. Josie’s pussy was shaved smooth, and her body firm with an ass to match.

Mistress Calista removed her silk cloak to reveal her nakedness. Josie was immediately captivated by Mistress’s beauty and breathed deeply. Mistress Calista smiled and licked her lips, “Ummm, you look simply delicious, sweet Josie,” she told her. Josie blushed and cast her gaze at the floor. Mistress Calista walked around Josie’s kneeling body to examine her carefully. Calista dropped to her knees behind Josie and rubbed her nipples against her slave girls’ naked back. Josie moaned softly and pressed back slightly against Calista’s hard nipples. Mistress Calista pushed her hair to one side and kissed her soft shoulders, licked her neck and suckled her earlobe. Josie tilted her head, moaned and whimpered as she felt Calista kiss and lick her neck, shoulder and earlobe.

Gently, Calista tilted Josie’s head back, turned her face toward her and kissed her passionately on her mouth. Josie felt Calista’s lips, opened her mouth to receive her tongue, and began to suck eagerly on Calista’s tongue. Calista’s hands cupped Josie’s breasts to knead them tenderly as her thumbs rubbed her hard nipples. Mistress gently pulled Josie’s nipples out with her thumbs and forefingers, rolling them. Josie arched her back and writhed in response to Mistress’s touch. Calista kissed her mouth again, sought out Josie’s tongue and pulled harshly on her nipples pinching, pulling and twisting them. Josie’s breathing quickened, almost panting, and she whimpered softly into her Mistress’s kiss.

Mistress Calista stood up behind Josie, spread her legs and straddled the slave’s face, pulling her mouth to her sopping wet cunt. Josie began to lick Mistress’s juices oozing from between her swollen cuntlips. As Josie licked and sucked her cunt, Calista buckled a collar around Josie’s neck securely, while moaning from the delicious movement of Josie’s tongue. Josie plunged her tongue into Mistress’s wet treasure, comforted by the wide collar just placed around her neck. Calista gently raised Josie’s arms up to place restraints on her wrists, locked them together and fastened her wrists to a ring on her collar. Mistress Calista breathing became labored and her body quivered from Josie’s expert tonguing.

Josie groaned like an animal in heat, feeling herself captured by the intoxicating scent and nectar oozing Anadolu Yakası Türbanlı Escort from Mistress Calista’s cunt. Josie plunged her tongue past Mistress’s clit, darting to and fro, into every little crevice as Calista felt her orgasm building within her. Suddenly, Calista stiffened, cried out and shuddered through a massive orgasm. Her knees weakened and she grasped Josie’s shoulders to keep from falling as she shuddered through another cum. Cunt nectar squirted all over Josie, cascading over her face and mouth, as yet again Calista shuddered in orgasm. Josie lapped up her Mistress’s juices, not letting even one drop of her sweetness escape. Capturing Mistress’s clit in her lips, she slowly moved her lips back and forth on the sensitive long clit.

“Ohhhh God, that was wonderful, sweet slave girl, a simply splendid cum.” Calista trembled again as another orgasm ripped through her body. Josie looked up at her Mistress eyes, begging for more as the slave girl moved her head back and forth faster, pulling and tugging at Calista’s swollen clit. Mistress Calista stepped back to move in front of Josie, kneeled and embraced her sweet slave girl, kissed her tenderly and tasted her juices on Josie’s tongue. Calista stood up and selected a short silver chain with a clamp on each end. Josie watched Mistress’s every movement as Calista looked down at her face, glistening with her cum, and smiled wickedly. Josie cast her eyes to the floor, to look away from Calista’s beauty. Mistress Calista kneeled again, to take Josie’s nipple in her mouth to lick and suck it. Josie groaned feeling her own juices begin to flow. Calista bit her nipple harshly, pulled it away from her tit as far as it would go and secured a clamp tightly on her nipple. She left the tip of the clamped nipple exposed so her Mistress could lick it if she chose. Calista did the same to the other nipple. Josie felt her back arch, felt her nipples pinched painfully as she groaned a deep guttural groan. Mistress Calista connected a leash to Josie’s nipple chain and pulled her to her feet by the nipples. Josie screeched and cried, fearing her nipples would be pulled off.

“Now, sweet one, we shall climb the stone steps to my tower dungeon,” Mistress Calista informed her slave. Josie followed Mistress up the steps, not knowing what awaited her there. Pulling her by her nipples Calista led Josie to the staircase and began to ascend the steps, jerking the chain every so often to increase Josie’s ‘pleasure’. Josie sobbed and whimpered with each pull of the chain as she climbed the cold hard steps. They reached the top and Calista pulled her into the Dungeon. It was dimly lit, except for a spotlight that beamed on a platform in the center of the Dungeon. Calista pulled Josie onto the platform to stand under an overhead chain. Josie looked up and a sudden fear coursed through her body.

Calista fastened the overhead chain to Josie’s wrists and pulled her arms up over her head. Josie tried to resist, but her efforts were futile. She felt totally helpless, as her body was exposed and vulnerable. Calista licked each exposed nipple tip and kneeled to place her slave’s left ankle in a shackle bolted to the floor. Josie moaned, as her wet nipples cooled in the air. Mistress Calista lowered another chain from the ceiling, with a shackle attached, to shackle Josie’s right ankle to the chain and lifted her leg until it was parallel to the floor. “Now you are totally helpless and vulnerable to my whims with your cunt, clit, ass and asshole exposed,” Calista told a terrified Josie.

“Oh God,” Josie begged, “Mistress, please don’t hurt me, Ma’am.” Calista ignored her pleas, rubbed her fingers over Josie’s smooth pussy and kissed her lips again. Josie felt her juices run down her leg, as she felt Calista’s fingers caress her swollen cuntlips. Mistress kneeled to lick Josie’s outer cuntlips up one side and down the other. Josie’s cunt was very wet and her juices ran down her left thigh. Calista licked Josie’s clit, gently bit it, pulled it with her teeth and licked its tip. Josie threw her head back in ecstasy, trying to press her hips forward into Calista’s mouth, but could not. Mistress Calista licked her way around to Josie’s lovely asscheeks to slather both asscheeks with her saliva, nipping and biting at the lovely asscheeks. Josie’s breathing quickened even more, shamelessly she panted like a doggie bitch in heat. Calista spread Josie’s asscheeks, revealing her rosy, puckered and tight little asshole. She drew her tongue through the cleft of Josie’s asscrack, to pause at her asshole to lick it. Josie groaned deeply, feeling Mistress’s tongue ream her asshole. Pushing her tongue hard against Josie’s asshole, Calista’s tongue gained entrance and she tongue fucked her asshole for a few moments.

Josie twisted her head from side to side, as the wide collar inhibited her movement. Finally, Calista stood up to move to her ‘Implements’ and ‘Toys’ table. Josie watched in fear as her Mistress selected a leather strap two inches wide and returned to her bound slave. Josie trembled Anadolu Yakası Otele Gelen Escort at the sight of the evil looking leather strap and looked to her Mistress for courage. “Ten harsh strokes to each asscheek and to each of your inner thighs, where the flesh is soft and tender,” Calista told her as Josie nearly swooned. Mistress Calista moved behind Josie, paused several seconds to increase her anxiety then, without warning, delivered the first stinging, burning stroke to her asscheeks.

Josie screamed and wailed with each stroke, trying to twist away from the strap, but could not. She felt her flesh burn as the strap punished her sensitive ass flesh. Mistress Calista pummeled her asscheeks relentlessly, taking pleasure and amusement from Josie’s screams and wails. Josie moaned loudly between strokes and screamed each time the strap struck her flesh. Calista paused to kiss Josie’s mouth again, tasting her salty tears as they rolled down her cheeks. Josie felt as though her body was on the edge of convulsing, with pain and terror. Positioning herself to reward Josie with strokes to her inner thighs, Calista brutally strapped them hard. “Your thighs are turning to the same shade of crimson as your asscheeks, sweet Josie,” Calista said, feeling the heat rise from her thighs each time she struck them.

Josie tried harder to twist away, but could not. Her head twisted back and forth as tears streamed down her face. Finally, Calista reached the desired count and she paused. Calista hung the strap on Josie’s nipple chain, by a little hook built into the handle of the strap for that purpose. Josie, hung limply from her chains crying, spirit broken, with her flesh seared by her Mistress. Josie, her eyes downcast, whimpered and groaned as the heavy strap pulled on the nipple chain. Mistress Calista smiled at her slave as she poured herself a cool glass of Chablis. Sipping it slowly she moved to stand in front of Josie to watch her sob, moan, and whimper. Josie’s body was so close to cumming, so close to convulsive orgasm as she trembled with arousal.

Mistress Calista dipped each of her titties in the wine and offered her tits to Josie to lick clean of wine. Hungrily the slave girl licked each of Mistress’s titties, the wine soothing her parched throat. Josie licked Calista’s nipples in long slow circles as her Mistress moaned with pleasure. Calista put down the wine glass, as Josie moaned from tonguing her Mistress’s nipples and titties, capturing each drop of wine. Mistress Calista took up the strap again and rubbed Josie’s sweet little cunnie with the strap. Josie felt the strap on her cunt and tried to rub the strap across her swollen and engorged clit.

Mistress Calista took careful aim at Josie’s exposed, vulnerable pussy and delivered a vicious blow to her cunt. Josie’s juices splattered from the force of the blow and she screamed unceasingly, feeling the horrible shock rumble throughout her body. Screaming and wailing, Josie pleaded for Mistress to stop, but Calista struck savagely again and again at her slave girl’s shaved pussy, turning it as crimson as her asscheeks and thighs. “Please Ma’am, anything…please…I will do anything for you to stop,” Josie cried in a low muffled and broken voice.

“You will do anything that I desire anyway, slut! After all, how can you stop me?” Mistress Calista mocked Josie. “There, I have reached the desired count,” she informed Josie, putting down the strap as she moved to her table again. Josie’s cunt, asscheeks and inner thighs burned like they were on fire. The strap had done its job well, as Josie’s wails proved the point. Josie’s tears flowed down her face dripping onto her titties. She hung limp from her chains, helpless and vulnerable to Mistress Calista’s whims. Calista returns from her table with two strips of duct tape. She placed the tape on Josie’s burning asscheeks and pulled her asscheek to spread it then taped it to her thigh. Calista did the same to the other asscheek, exposing her vulnerable rosebud.

Calista selected a strong thick rubber band with a knot on one end. Josie watched her Mistress through her tears, wondering what evil scheme she had for the rubber band. Placing the tip of the rubber band on Josie’s asshole, Calista pulled the knotted end and stretched the rubber band. Josie felt pressure on her asshole but didn’t understand what Calista had in store for her. When she could no longer stretch the rubber band, Calista released it. The knot viciously and painfully struck Josie’s tender asshole! Josie jerked and screamed as hot searing pain ripped through her asshole. As Josie screamed and wailed, Calista pulled the rubber band back again, releasing it to strike her asshole again. Josie pleaded with her Mistress, “Please…please Mistress…I’m so close…please, I’m begging you…please let me cum.” Calista ignored Josie’s pleas and continued to torment her asshole through several snaps of the rubber band until she hung limp from her chains, sobbing uncontrollably. Josie, her ass on fire, cunt burning, hung pleading, “Please…please…Mistress,” Anadolu Yakası Ucuz Escort she cried to Calista for relief.

“You may not cum, yet, bitch!” Calista reminded her slave. Calista released Josie’s leg from the chain, as Josie’s salty sweat rolled down her body in torrents. The slave girl quickly closed her legs together to protect the hot sensitive flesh of her pussy and ass from further punishment. Calista unshackled Josie’s ankle and removed her nipple clamps. She sucked and licked at Josie’s nipples, soothing them as the blood painfully rushed back into them. Josie groaned like an animal from the aches and soreness in her body. Calista unbuckled and removed her collar, released her wrist restraints and placed an arm under her slave to prevent her from falling.

Josie felt her body shake and tremble as she crumbled into her Mistress’s loving arms. Mistress Calista helped Josie to a bed in the corner of the Dungeon and laid her down on her back. Josie moaned thankfully as the cool sheets touched her sensitive body. Calista placed pillows under her head and more pillows under her hips. Josie writhed blissfully from the coolness of the sheets on her sore ass. Calista climbed on the bed to straddle Josie’s head, facing her and placed her pink, sopping wet cunt to her mouth, “Lick my pussy, slut cunt,” she ordered her slave.

Josie plunged her tongue into her Mistress’s cunt. She licked, sucked and lapped the ever so puffy lips, driving her tongue deep into Calista again and again. Mistress Calista moaned with pleasure as Josie serviced and worshiped her cunt and clit. Calista pulled at her own nipples, enhancing the pleasure she felt in her cunt. Josie reached behind Mistress and pressed a finger to her asshole. Mistress Calista groaned blissfully, feeling her orgasm begin to gather. She rose up and turned around into a sixty-nine position and drove her face into Josie’s burning, stinging and wet cunt. Josie moaned, as she felt Calista’s tongue then licked every crevice in her Mistress’s cunt and the tip of her clit.

Calista’s tongue probed Josie’s sweet pussy as her slave captured Mistress’s long clit in her lips and sucked it like a miniature cock. Josie flicked the tip back and forth with her tongue then drove deep into Calista’s pussy, lapped her nectar and swallowed it. Mistress Calista moaned with pleasure, flicked her tongue over Josie’s clit several times sucked it into her mouth to suckle it as though it was a nipple. Mistress Calista felt her orgasm about to explode and she cried out to Josie, “Cum with me, little slave girl, cum with me!” Josie’s orgasm was so close that she erupted in orgasm as soon as she heard her Mistress’s words. She shook her head from side to side, and screamed as her long denied orgasm consumed her.

Mistress Calista burst into a mind numbing orgasm her body shuddered and writhed with pleasure as she squirted her cunt cum over Josie’s face and mouth. Again and again Calista came hard as she felt Josie’s orgasm release, her cunt muscles clenching Calista’s tongue as she orgasmed. Calista pulled Josie legs up and pushed her cum coated finger in her asshole as both women came hard again. Josie spread Mistress Calista’s cunt lips wide and pushed two fingers into her cunt, next to her tongue. Calista, exhausted and spent from a near perpetual orgasm, lay limp on Josie’s body as she tried to recover from the intensity of her cumming.

Josie raised her hips off the pillow pushed harder into her Mistress as her body convulsed with her orgasm. As Mistress Calista regained her senses, she rose and turned around to seek Josie’s cum covered lips, kissed her deeply and exchanged their cum juices. Josie hungrily returned the kiss passionately. Calista kissed her again and again then licked the salty sweat from Josie’s body and tits. Calista climbed out of bed and ran to her table. Josie moaned, almost purring, her body still shaking, whispered, “Oh no, Mistress, please don’t go.” Calista quickly returned with a double-headed dildo, eighteen inches long and two inches thick.

Josie saw the lovely present Mistress had brought and her eyes lit up as she smiled at her. At the center of the dildo was a device to vibrate their clits as they fucked the dildo. Calista slipped the fake cock into Josie’s sweet pussy until the clit device was snuggly positioned on her clit. Josie watched as Calista pushed herself closer and she ground her hips to meet her. Mistress fitted the other end of the dildo into her cunt as their cuntlips touched. “Oh God…just to feel your cuntlips next to mine…” Josie words trailed off as she groaned again, passion building deep within her. Calista lay down as her pussy touched Josie’s and slipped the fake cock deep into her own throbbing pussy, clits meeting and the dildo firmly seated.

Josie threw her head back, felt their cuntlips and clits slide over each other. Mistress Calista began to fuck Josie and herself at the same time, encouraging her slave to fuck her back. Calista turned on the clit vibrator and threw her head back in ecstasy, as the dildo fucked them toward another orgasm. Mistress writhed, jerked and fucked Josie, calling out her name and her love for Josie as they fucked. The slave girl’s hips jerked up again and again, thrusting the dildo deep into her Mistress’s pussy. “Oh God,” Josie cried out, “I’m cumming Mistress…I’m cumming,” she began to convulse and spasm as she was embraced in the throes of a massive orgasm.

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Note: Each of the following fictional characters is above the age of 18.

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“Good job Emma!” Her swim coach yelled as Emma got to the end of the pool before any of her teammates did. She was back in her element, she felt. Swimming always had a way of calming her nerves, and after all that stuff with Kyle, comfort was welcome right now.

“You’re so good!” One girl said to her left, reaching the objective just after her.

“She’s always been the best.” Another girl chimed in. Emma smiled at them and rubbed her hair nervously.

“N-Nah, I just practice a bunch.” Emma shyly smiled.

“Ugh, I don’t know why they allow futanari into our team.”

Immediately, Emma’s heart nearly stopped. She recognized that voice. It was one Britney Coral.

Despite the absurd amount of support Emma had received when she came out as futanari, there were always going to be a few people who didn’t accept her. Britney was one of them. Emma looked back, finding the girl swimming up to her.

It was a damn shame she was such a terrible person. Half her hair shaved, the other half black, long and flowing, she exuded a cool and punky aura. Out of everyone in the swim team, her muscles were the only ones that even came close to Emma’s toned body. Her arms were cut and blessed with a dragon tattoo that ran from her right middle finger, all the way to her shoulder.

And as Britney placed her hands on the ground outside the pool and pulled herself up, Emma was reminded of her best feature. Her insanely tight ass.

Okay, understand something. There are a lot of different kinds of asses out there. Apples, thick with a hint of fat, round but firm, etc. Britney’s ass happened to be one of Emma’s favorite kinds. Bubbly, but trained through years of exercise.

It really was a shame that she had a thing against futas.

“I wasn’t born with this body,” Emma replied. “I worked for it. There are plenty of slow, skinny futas. I’m just not one of them.

Britney clicked her tongue.

“Yeah, right. You’re just a cheater like any other. But don’t worry, I will beat you. That’s a promise.”

“I hope you do,” Emma replied honestly, causing Britney to narrow her eyes at her. “Just means our team is even better. Good job today, Brit.”

“H-Hey! Only my friends can call me that!” Britney barked out.

“Yeah, yeah, see ya, Brit.” Emma waved her off as she walked back to the locker room. Truthfully, she didn’t have anything against the girl. Her distaste for futas aside, Britney was consistently one of those students that were always working with the school to help make life for the rest of the student body better. Whether it was through random activities or new regulations. So, it was just kind of sad that she disliked Emma.

Showering inside, Emma hummed the Game of Thrones theme as she washed her body. A few murmurs hit her ears. Yeah, usually the other girls on the team would make a few passing comments about how hot Emma was. She didn’t mind it was a nice confidence boost, but today, the murmurs were much louder.

Was this because of that damned video?

Well, if so, she just had to live with it. They’d all forget about it eventually… Hopefully. As she scrubbed her abs down, two girls entered the locker room.

“So, I went up to her, right, and I said ‘lady, if you want a taste, just say so’, you wouldn’t believe the look on her face!” Yup. It was Britney. Most likely, with her girlfriend.

“Serves her right for being a perv. I don’t know how people can do stuff like that in public.”

“Yeah, it’s disgusting.”

As their voices drew closer, it became clear they were gonna take the showers next to Emma. Well, whatever. Emma began running her hands through her hair as the two finally drew close enough to recognize Emma.

“Oh my god, it’s her.” Britney’s girlfriend whispered. People were really bad at whispering nowadays. “Did you see the video?”

Emma raised an eyebrow to herself.

“Of course I have,” Britney muttered.

Finally, they actually started whispering. The silence was welcome, and soon Emma’s eyes were closed. She started to think the day through.

Prom. That all-important event where one’s legacy as a high school student was cemented as a legend. Who was she going to take? Before the answer had seemed so clear, it was Kyle. But, of course, based on the gag she just suppressed when she thought of him, the answer wasn’t so clear anymore.

The clear candidate right now was Lindsey, but that would mean leaving Gabriella alone. She didn’t like the idea of that. If she could, well, she’d just take both of them but she didn’t know how these kinds of things, the relationships she was in, worked.

Something plopped on the ground next to her feet.

She looked down and saw a bar of soap there. Instinctively, she went to grab it. As she leaned down, she heard Britney’s girlfriend yell out.

“Watch out!”

Before Emma could react, someone fell on top of her. Emma slipped and fell, her back hitting the floor harshly. istanbul escort

“Agh!”

She closed her eyes, hissing at the brief pang of pain that spread throughout her body. It was a few seconds later that she opened her eyes when she felt someone’s breath on her face.

Britney was laying on her, her hands beside Emma’s head, steadying herself. Emma’s eyes widened. That’s when she took in exactly what kind of situation they were in. Britney’s body was pressed against hers, but the worst part was her cock, which was totally misreading the situation and was stirring harder with each second, was right on Britney’s pussy.

Above her, the black-haired girl was staring down into Emma’s eyes.

“S-Sorry,” Emma muttered.

“No, no, it was my fault. I slipped.” Britney stood up off Emma and reached her hand out. Emma took it and stood back up.

“It’s fine, Brit.” Emma sighed and turned around, going right back to washing herself.

A few seconds later, she heard Britney saying “it’s nothing” to her girlfriend.

Whew, that was bad. There was kind of an unspoken agreement in the lockers, Emma, the girl with a dick, was allowed to shower along with the rest of them, but it would look pretty bad for her if she ever got hard. What would the other girls think?

Nope. Too many brain cells being used, Emma decided. Besides, it was time to go meet Ms. Cara.

She dried herself off, and quickly put some clothes on, the feeling of eyes on her didn’t leave until she walked out of the locker room.

Walking through the school, she scanned through the classrooms until she reached the one she assumed to be Ms. Cara’s office.

A hint of excitement crept into her mind, but she tried to cast it off. This was just a meeting with a teacher, sure, an insanely beautiful, exotic teacher, but just a teacher nonetheless.

She breathed in deep and walked inside. As soon as she saw the blonde French woman sat down, her eyebrows furrowed as she scanned through some student’s work, she smiled.

“Hello!” She tried not to sound too excited. She most likely failed.

“Hm?” Ms. Cara’s head snapped up, and quickly, she reciprocated Emma’s smile. “Ah, Emma, salut! Please, come in.” She patted a seat that was directly next to her.

The fangirl in Emma was stirring as she waddled over.

“Y-You wanted to see me, Ms. Cara?”

“Please, when I’m not with other students it’s just Cara.” She grinned warmly at her. How the hell was this woman single? Emma wondered. “And calm down, cherie. We’re just talking.”

“O-Okay, Cara.” Just saying that made Emma’s heart flutter.

“It’s been a while since we just talked. I’ve been missing those conversations.” Emma nodded in acknowledgment.

Indeed, when Ms. Cara had first started teaching, Emma tried her best to help her fit in, as best as a student could. She let her know about the other students, how some of them needed more specific forms of help than others, the ones with disabilities, the shy ones who were better to speak with alone rather than make a scene in front of everyone. Ms. Cara had appreciated it so much that one day, she’d asked her to stay over after school just like she did today, and the two became as friendly as a student and their teacher could.

Of course, this resulted in Emma being denominated Cara’s teacher’s pet by the rest of the class, but Emma didn’t care. Cara was just that cool.

“How have things been, Emma?” Cara asked. “I spoke with your mother a few days ago, she said she was going on vaca… I mean, an important business meeting.” She winked at the futa.

“Yeah! Finally, right?” Emma rolled her eyes playfully. “She needs it.”

“Are you staying alone then?”

“No, Gabriella is staying with me till mom gets back,” Emma replied.

“Oh, the cheerleader? I always forget you two are friends. She’s so… comme ce dit, Different.”

“Yeah, but… She’s amazing.” Emma didn’t let the chance to gush about her best friend go. “She’s always been there for me. Even when we fight, we can’t stay away from each other for too long.”

“I can believe that.” Cara winked at Emma. Huh? What was that? “You must have a lot on your plate, huh? I heard the swim team is having a competition soon.”

“The Swim Meet.” Emma nodded. “We’re competing against Michael Johnson High.”

“Hm, our rivals.” Cara stroked her chin. Emma only just realized she was close enough to smell Cara’s sweet scent when the older woman reached out to hold her hand. It was so comforting, Emma’s heart melted. “I know you’ll do great. You’re so strong, after all.” She reached up for a cheeky squeeze of Emma’s biceps.

“I’m just me,” Emma replied with a blush.

“And that’s already good enough.”

Just then, Emma’s phone vibrated in her jeans’ pockets.

~Lindsey~: Thinking of you!

Emma smiled, but then she noticed the two pictures attached to it. One was of Lindsey, alone, purposefully squeezing her boobs together with a shy smile. Shit, Emma thought. Instantly, Escort Anadolu Yakası she felt a stir between her pants.

How could someone look so cute, and so hot at the same time?

Then, she made the mistake of seeing the second picture. That’s when this whole situation started spiraling out of control. The second picture was of Lindsey, sitting at a table in some food court with Karly next to her. Only, what they were doing was nowhere near as innocent as Emma had expected.

Lindsey had her tongue sticking out, smiling like someone had just told a joke, and Karly was sucking its side, staring at the camera with a grin.

Another picture emerged before Emma had even internalized what she just saw, featuring Karly and Lindsey locked in a kiss.

Lindsey texted her again.

~Lindsey~: Wish you were here with us!

Emma was thoroughly confused. Lindsey had said that she could see other people, but Emma had never said the same. That said, should she be jealous? A part of her was saying that she should, but the more she thought about it, as she looked down, it seemed entirely selfish.

“What the fuck, Emma?” She thought to herself. “So, you can fuck whoever and she can’t? Hell no. That’s possessive guy shit. If Lindsey wants to spend some time with Karly… She’s more than welcome to! Show her the same trust she’s showing you.”

With that thought in mind, she looked down and texted Lindsey back.

Me: Invite me next time uwu.

Lindsey didn’t take half a second to respond.

~Lindsey~: Are you mad?

Emma looked inside of herself. Nope.

Me: I’m jealous but in a good way? In a horny way. I wish I was there with you two.

~Lindsey~: Good, Karly was just telling me about the kiss you two had at the party. She said it was one of the best kisses she’d ever had, so… I kinda asked her to show me how you did it. You have a few tricks up your sleeve I haven’t seen, don’t you?

Me: You’ll find out sooner or later 😉

“Interessant.” Cara said beside her, Emma hadn’t even noticed her head hovering above her shoulder.

Emma yelped.

“O-Oh, s-sorry, that was, uh, this girl…”

“Was that your girlfriend?” Cara asked.

Emma gulped.

“Y-Yes. Is that okay?” She really, really didn’t want to find out that her favorite teacher was some closet homophobe.

“Don’t worry, dear.” Cara moved her chair closer to Emma and ran her and along Emma’s back, soothingly. It truly felt like Emma was speaking to an embodiment of sunshine. “I more than support your way of life. I participate in it myself.”

Emma’s eyes widened, but before she could respond, Cara took hold of Emma’s hand, the one carrying the phone, gently and lifted it so she could see the pictures better.

“Mmm…” For the first time since Emma could remember, Cara grinned wickedly. “That looks delicious. They are quite beautiful. You’re very lucky, Emma.”

“Thank you.” Emma was too stunned. What was going on?

“Look at them.” She leaned in, so close that Emma could now feel Cara’s breasts pressed against her back, her breath ghosting against Emma’s ear. “How the bolder girl sucks so eagerly on your girlfriend’s tongue. The saliva that must be building up, for her to gulp down greedily.”

Cara ran a hand down Emma’s pants, and well, her cock was at attention. Emma didn’t notice that it had been getting progressively harder, and now, all eight inches were threatening to burst through Emma’s jeans.

“C-Cara!” Emma backed away.

A panicked expression passed through Cara’s eyes.

“W-What are you doing?” Emma asked.

“Oh, I… I’m sorry!” Cara walked closer, but no lust was in her eyes. She looked worried. “I thought…” She turned away in shame. “I thought you felt the same.”

“W-What?” Emma asked. “What do you mean?”

“… Emma,” Cara began. “Surely you’ve noticed I treat you differently than other students.”

Emma’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

“I thought… You were just being friendly.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Emma, could you please forget my advances.” Cara’s panic was through the roof as she pleaded. “If the school finds out about this, I could be fired. Please, don’t tell anyone, please?”

“But… I don’t understand.” Emma said. “You… You like me?”

“… Yes.” Cara was tearing up. Emma’s heart shattered as a single drop escaped Cara’s eyes. “Since, since I first came here you’ve been a ray of kindness to me, Emma. You made the transition so much easier than it could have been. When I saw you the first time, I… I fell in love with you. For so long, I repressed my feelings for you because they weren’t professional, and besides, you were with a man, clearly, you could never be with a woman…” She was looking out the window. “But… Then I saw the video. You and Gabriella.”

Emma gasped. She stood up and walked closer to Cara who was still standing by the window, her face turned away from the futa.

“The way… The way you ravaged her.” Cara said. “I did Anadolu Yakası Rus Escort not, I could not believe what I was seeing. My innocent, straight Emma doing that… I decided I would try something. I could not let you graduate without knowing whether my feelings were returned. I apologize. I was wrong. I beg your forgiveness, Emma.”

A silence spread through the room as Emma internalized Cara’s words.

This teacher, one of Emma’s rays of sunshine, had been in love with her. Emma drew closer. She placed her hand on Cara’s cheek, bringing her eyes to hers. Cara was one of the few people Emma knew who was taller than her.

“Yes.” Emma had no idea what she was saying. Something inside of her spoke of its own accord. “I do.”

“What?” Cara’s eyebrows furrowed in that same way they did when she was grading the students’ tests.

“I do. Return your feelings, I mean.”

Cara gasped.

“I was just surprised. It’s not every day a beautiful woman makes a pass at me. And… I only just realized I’m a lesbian. Sure, I’ve been with Gabriella and my girlfriend, but the concept of women being into me… It’s still new. Don’t worry,” Emma stepped closer, wrapping her arms around Cara and hugging her tightly. “I was just surprised.”

Cara embraced Emma. The two hugged tightly. Emma was so happy she could melt.

“Well,” Cara started, looking into Emma’s eyes, “cherie, I wish I hadn’t cried.”

“No worries. I’m a sap too, so I get it.” Emma smiled.

“But…” Cara’s wicked grin was back in no time. “Now that that’s settled, please, Emma, I’m curious. Can I see it?”

“See what?” Emma asked.

“Your cock.” Cara breathed out.

“O-Oh…” Emma took a step back. She decided to take it slow. If there was anything she’d learned from Gabriella and Lindsey, it was that teasing was 99% of the experience. So, she made sure Cara’s mouth was watering as agonizingly took off her jeans.

Her dick just about burst free when Emma was done, and all eight inches were visible.

Cara was borderline drooling, her eyes laser-focused on Emma’s member.

“It’s about as beautiful as I expected,” Cara whispered. “Would you like to try what your friends were doing?”

“S-Sure…” Emma didn’t know why she was so nervous. In all her previous experiences, she had taken the lead, but here, she felt like an amateur. Well, she was, but before she hadn’t felt like it.

Cara however, was clearly a very sexual being. Something she didn’t deduce from her plain white skirt and brown coat, but from the way her eyes traced Emma’s form.

“It’s only fair I show off as well.” Cara stated. She walked over to the classroom door and locked it, before turning around and quickly stripping off the coat.

As each piece of clothing left her body, Emma became increasingly agitated. She was resisting the urge to reach down and pleasure herself, as she was afraid she’d cum instantly.

Before long, a foreign deity stood in front of Emma. No part of Cara was particularly big, but each feature of her beautiful canvas was just the right shape to beg for Emma’s touch.

Her breasts were perky, and small, but pale, resembling some kind of holy ground that no one had conquered yet. Her waist was slim, not toned like Emma’s but thin and well kept. Finally, Emma’s eyes fell on her legs, and that’s when Emma’s will broke, and her hand found her cock. Endless. Cara’s legs were the kind that dancers dreamed of having. Plump thighs and a prominent thigh gap.

“Come, Emma.” Cara beckoned with her hand. “Let me show you why they call it a ‘french’ kiss.”

Emma walked like a hypnotized maiden. As soon as she was close enough, Cara placed her hands on the sides of Emma’s face, like she was about to devour her, and Emma was about to let her.

Cara leaned in, and Emma closed her eyes. As their lips connected, Emma was lost in the feeling, the sweet smell that enveloped the older woman. Before, Emma would have described a kiss as a dance. This felt like a conquest. Emma was helpless as Cara’s lips traced her own, pushing and pulling with smacks that rang loud into the silent room. It was made clear from the start of the kiss that Emma had no control here.

So, when Cara’s tongue reached out, begging for entrance into Emma’s mouth, she put up no resistance at all. Her tongue spread throughout the rest of her mouth, caressing everything it could find. It battled Emma’s own, it teased the roof of her tongue’s prison, it reached underneath and wrapped around it.

To put it how Cruel Intentions put it, it was a massage. A firm one that left Emma moaning into Cara’s mouth. As Emma reached behind Cara and squeezed her ass, she remembered that Lindsey had cum from a kiss when they first got together. It had seemed so impossible at the time, but now, as she felt a surge between her legs, she understood quite well how someone could cum from this. The feeling of being dominated, all the while engaging in the most intimate thing two human beings could do.

Because, sure, anyone can fuck you, but only true lovers can make a kiss feel like a journey.

Cara’s saliva built up in Emma’s mouth, and she gulped it down greedily, prompting Cara to smile into the kiss. As she pulled away, several strands of saliva connected them. Emma’s eyes gleamed as she gazed into her own reflection in Cara’s eyes.

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Author’s note: This story contains themes of crude humor, racial prejudice, and bigotry. The intention is not to incite, but to entertain. If you are sensitive to these themes, skip this one. If you can handle these themes with tolerance, by all means, enjoy.

—

“Aw fuck.” Randy cried as the TV illuminated his face in the dark living room. “Catch the fucking ball! That’s the third time in the last three innings!” He yelled at the screen.

“Shh…” His wife poked her head out after a few minutes from the hallway. “Could you keep it down? You’ll wake them!” She whispered and pointed up the stairs.

“Ah fu- sorry.” Randy replied and exhaled. “Stupid ass Johnson here can’t catch worth a damn. He’s gonna lose us the whole series.” He shook his head. “I’ll be up in a minute.”

His wife noticed the throbbing vein in his forehead and tip-toed over. “Oh come on now.” She wanted to say it was just a game, but she knew it would only make it worse. “Isn’t there anything I can do?” She sidled up next to him, her fingers rubbed on his chest.

“Not now Lynn.” Randy slid her hand away, too angry to be patronized. “These knuckle heads got me riled up.”

Lynn studied her husband’s frustration and slid her hand down his beer belly. “Riled up huh? Let me see about that.” She took a knee down between the coffee table and couch, slipping between his legs. Randy looked down and didn’t bother which had given her the begrudging all-clear.

He felt his pants unbutton and watched Lynn’s blonde head disappear behind his stomach. The sensation of her thin fingers on his dick gave some relief. He settled in on the couch and felt her do her work. “Aw yea… that’s it right there.” He took his camo-MAGA hat off and rested his head back.

Lynn took her husband’s dick between her forefingers and gave it the lollipop treatment. She saw it get stiff and red, even in the TV’s limelight. A few jostles at his balls would be enough. She tickled the hairy marbles and planted her lips right on the tip.

On cue, Randy groaned and shook. “Phew… that’s a home-run baby.” He tried to reach for her head to pat it in approval but couldn’t reach. She stood up and Randy took in the sight. Lynn’s thin silhouette blocked the view, a buxom blonde mom of two. Randy was truly batting out of his league. “I’ll be up there for round two.” He called out to her as she started up the stairs.

“Mmhmm.” Lynn waved him off, knowing full well he’d fall asleep right there on the couch, as she left. By the time she had reached the top stair, she could hear his snore echo up to the second floor.

—

Randy fumbled around as he opened his eyes to a dark room. His phone called out from the coffee table. The daily alarm set for 5:00 am. The ache and pull in his back shook through his sides as he reached for the snooze.

6:00 am. Randy came to again and attempted to hit the snooze once more but inertia got the best of him. This time he reached and nearly fell off the couch. The wake up call from gravity was enough and he made his way to the bedroom.

The bed beckoned him but on closer review, Randy noticed that Lynn had already got up. The light and steam from the bathroom door made him pull the covers over his head. Just as he was ready to doze off again, the door opened and flood the room with residual light.

“Hey don’t forget to get cleaned up for tonight.” Lynn zipped around in her towel, unsure if Randy had heard her or not. She didn’t care either way, as long as she had said it. If he didn’t hear it, it was on him.

Luckily, Randy did hear it just before falling sleep. When the sun shone in, he got up and began his day. The same day as usual. Get up, go to work, get home, shower, beer, eat, beer, TV, and sleep. It wasn’t always in that order, especially if Lynn had any say in it.

After work, Randy remembered his wife’s instructions. He pulled his red pick-up into a side parking lot off the two-lane country highway. The barbershop pole was spinning and he could see the guys inside.

“There he is.” said an older gentleman with his cap on his lap. The rest of the room looked up to acknowledge him.

“Whadda-ya say there Randy?” said a guy in the rocking chair waiting his turn.

“Not a damn thing, Mike.” Randy replied as he took his hat off, taking a seat and revealing the business he had came for. They sat there in a short silence for the moment, as to welcome Randy.

“Like I was saying,” started the man in the chair, “I never seen anything like it. Looked like I was seeing a black ghost!” He lifted his chin up so that the barber could get his beard clipped. “Reckon I won’t be going back any time soon.”

“Black ghost ya say? I don’t believe it.” said the rocking guy next to Randy. “Ghost’s gotta be see-through. Can’t see through black now.”

“Well I saw what I seen.” resolved the man in the barber’s chair.

“What are y’all going on about now?” Randy was intrigued.

“Ol’ Bill up there said he seen a black ghost up at that new… ethnic… store Anadolu Yakası escort up there on 35.” The man with the cap clarified.

“Yessir, up on 35 just down the road from the Dollar Shop.” Bill affirmed. “Plain as day.”

“Ethnic?” Randy’s face contorted in confusion.

“Ethnic as in foreign.” The barber finally spoke up. “Y’all need to quick being so hill-billy up in here. It says right up there on the store-front of the shop: ARAB Mart.”

“What the fu-.” Randy started and stopped. “A-rab Mart? What they selling there? Goats and sand?” He smirked and registered a few snickers from the other patrons.

“Pastor Bob told me he went in there last week,” said the man with the cap, “He said they had all kinds of foods and spices. Said the folk were nice, kind.”

“Well I heard the owner got a beard longer than Osama. And that he got five wives. Word around town is they’re trying to make a compound.” Bill projected. “Ain’t that right Mike?”

“I don’t know about all that.” Mike broke his silence. “All I heard was that his wife’s working at the hospital and he’s running the mart.”

“Well then what about the black ghost?” Bill persisted as he got up from the barber’s chair. The others waved Randy to take it.

“Ain’t no black ghost ya dummy.” The barber set him straight. “That’s just what some of that culture they got. Do you right to get some culture yourself.”

Bill held his hands up. “I’m quite fine without that culture thank you very much.” He nodded to the others and showed himself out.

Randy continued to listen to the others but his thoughts wandered here and there. He tried to make sense of it. In his town, words and images that he had seen in the news. Arab. Muslim. Terror. Hate.

–

Shortly after noon was the slowest part of the day. Hamid recognized the fact quickly given the desolate strip of road where his shop was located. Add insult to injury, no-one would expect to find an Arab convenience store in the middle of a rural county.

But stragglers did appear from time to time since he had been open. He didn’t even have to invest in security cameras since there was hardly ever more than one customer in the store. Hamid always kept a close eye, having learned from previous experience. It served him well this afternoon.

The front door signaled open and in bounded a slender, blonde beauty. Clad in a light blue set of scrubs, Lynn hesitantly walked in. She looked at Hamid and gave a short smile and allowed herself to look around at the wares. She only caught him stand as she disappeared into an aisle.

“If need help, let me know.” Hamid said loudly, gruffly.

“Thank you!” Lynn called out. She looked at the shelves. Everything stocked with some Arabic writing on the label. Grape leaves. Cans of chickpeas. Every other shelf held a new thing for her to see. After a few minutes, the wonder wore off and she became restless with the novelty.

Hamid watched the blond pony-tail weave through his shop’s aisles through the convex mirrors on the walls. When she got closer to the mirrors, he instinctively adjusted at his groin under his dishdasha. She was like what he had seen in the magazines behind the counter.

Lynn gave up and wandered closer to the front of the shop. The man had sat back down and had a far-away look on his face. “Oh excuse me.” She spoke up and he registered her approach. A big, hesitant, yellow smile appeared between his beard and Lynn tried to return the sentiment.

“Yes…?” Hamid made eye-contact but let his eyes wander.

“I’m looking for something call…,” Lynn pulled her phone out and started scrolling on the screen. She was oblivious to Hamid’s ogling until she looked up. “I think it’s ta-hinney?”

“Yes. Tahini.” Hamid corrected her pronunciation. “This way.” He held his hand out to an adjacent aisle and moved out from behind the counter, gesturing her to follow. “Right there.” Hamid pointed to the bottom shelf and the jars that were clearly labeled in English.

“Silly me! I didn’t even think to look down there!” Lynn laughed awkwardly at herself. “Thank you.” She moved swiftly down to an open legged squat and looked over the labels.

“Is no problem.” Hamid watched her closely. The scrubs smoothed out in the back, barely restraining her bubble butt. “Is very good.” She held up a bottle to him. “Oh yes… very good brand.” He tried to shuffle around her and realized the tent he had pitched in his dishdasha robe.

“Thank you again.” Lynn looked back as he scooted behind her. She saw the rise near his torso. “My gosh…” She said under her breath and stood up quickly. Picking up the basket, she only nodded to him and approached the counter.

Hamid followed suit and looked at the register. He scanned her items but took glances at her between scanning. “You making something yummy?” He smiled in small talk.

“Well, I’m gonna try.” Lynn tried really hard to keep it lite.

“Hmm, you make the kibbeh?” Hamid held up one of the items. Anadolu Yakası escort bayan The look on the Lynn’s face confirmed she had no idea what he was talking about. “No I’m kidding. You make the hummus.”

“Oh yes!” Lynn finally made a connection. “I do like hummus. I get those little lunch sized ones all the time at the supermarket.”

“Yes, tahini use in hummus.” Hamid held up the bottle Lynn had selected. He pointed at himself. “Hamid make best hummus. You try and forget buy hummus from store.”

“Is that so? I may have to get that recipe! I’m Lynn.” She held her hand out to shake, it lingered while the culture caught up. Hamid’s hand reluctantly met hers.

“Yes. I am Hamid.” He put the tahini bottle in the bag with the rest of her order. “I use no recipe.” Pointing to his head, “All up here. But every time come out thick and creamy.”

“Mmm!” Lynn closed her eyes in recollection of that taste pleasure.

“You like thick and creamy eh?” Hamid smiled again, this time indulging in her expression. “Next time you come, I have jar ready for you.”

“Yes please, that would be wonderful.” Lynn took her bag from the counter. “I work just up the way there at the hospital. This is a much closer stop for me than having to go out of my way for the supermarket.” She pushed at the door. “Thank you again!”

Hamid waved and watched her climb into her white SUV and put on her big sunglasses. He pulled at his groin again as she pulled out of the parking lot. She was just like the women in the magazines behind the counter.

—

Randy looked at himself in the rear view mirror of his truck. The hair cut was much needed. The barber was kind enough to throw in a shape up for his goatee. Lynn had always liked it when he was trimmed up and proper. It definitely wasn’t the burly look he was readying for hunting season.

The ding from his phone broke the lament. It was a text from Lynn. “Got time to swing by the store today? I forgot an ingredient! :-(.” Randy checked the time on the dash and typed back: “Might. What u need?”

The little dots jumbled while she typed. “I’m making something for a potluck at work. Got a new PA and wanna do something to welcome. Think you get pick up some za’atar?”

“Za what now?” Randy quickly replied back.

“Za’atar, it’s like a spice.” Lynn pinged back.

“I never seen that at the market. U sure they got it?” Randy inquired.

“… I dunno. But I bet they got it at that new mart on 35. I forgot it when I was there. Could you swing by get it?” Lynn clarified.

“Mart on 35?” Randy hit send and thought about the conversation at the barbershop. “I don’t know, I’m pretty beat from work. Can u get it tomorrow?”

“Pretty please?” Lynn pleaded and followed up with a lips and eggplant emoji.

Randy adjusted in his seat at the implication. “Alright. I’ll try.”

The errand was along the way home. It would have been out of the way for Lynn to go back anyway. When Randy walked up to the door, he pulled down on his red hat a little tighter. The foreign smells assaulted his nose immediately.

“Hey boss.” The bearded man behind the counter called out to him. “We closing soon.” Hamid noticed the unfriendly cap on Randy’s head. “You need help, I make it quick.”

Randy held his hand up and waved him off. “Thanks, I’ll help myself.” He wandered into the aisle and out of Hamid’s sight. The various bottles and jar, boxes and packages, threw him for a loop. He certainly was not going to find the ingredient like this.

Hamid walked down the adjacent aisle and came upon a hunched black figure in a niqab. “I’m going to the office to do the daily paperwork.” He said to her in Arabic. “Keep an eye on this man. If he wants to buy anything, let him have it.” He threw a furtive look up at the convex mirror at Randy looking around dumbfounded.

Randy overheard the strange language over the aisle and saw the shop-owner disappear into the back. Now he was regretting not just asking for the spice. He’d have to endure wandering around these aisles and get stung in the nose by the smells. Turning the corner, he almost jumped when he saw the black figure on the floor.

She almost jumped as well at the sight of the rotund man coming up behind her. Her slender fingers went up in fear. She looked up to him with her brown eyes, the only part of her body that was uncovered.

“Uh… I’m looking for something.” Randy managed to blurt out, partly relieved he didn’t have to talk to the big bearded guy. He fumbled with his phone. “Eh I think it’s call zatar. Here have a look.” He held the phone up to her face, showing the text between Lynn and him.

The niqabi nodded in understanding and stood up. She recognized, by the look on the man’s face, that this was a new experience for him to see a woman covered fully. She pointed to the left and held up three fingers, then pointed to the far side of the shop.

“Can’t you just tell me?” Randy grew frustrated with the charades. And yet escort bayan she persisted. “Oh fuck your Sharia law, just take me there.” It seemed to get the point across as she began walking away from him and looked back. He followed her three aisles over to the corner where she had gestured.

The niqabi felt him watch her as she walked ahead of him, and she remembered what Hamid had said. She stooped down and pulled a small jar of za’atar from the shelf.

“This all you got?” Randy took the bottle from her. “Shit, I don’t know how much she needs.” He said to himself and looked down at the veiled woman. “I guess it’ll do. How much is it?”

The niqabi looked at the price on the shelf and turned back to him. She made a gesture of waving it off. She pointed to Randy and tried her best to gesture that he could just have it.

“You want me to just take it?” Randy said with some uncertainty. He looked up and around the shop. “Ain’t he gonna be mad?” The niqabi closed her eyes and shook her head no. “He ain’t gonna be beat ya is he?” She shook her head and hands this time in reassurance.

She watched him carefully from below. He looked unsteady, his eyes were slightly glazed, and the faint smell of alcohol would’ve escaped anyone else except for someone who didn’t drink it. At eye-contact, he smiled at her.

“He pay you?” Randy asked quietly. She shook her head again. He pulled his wallet out and unfurled a few bills. “Well how about this. You can earn some of this here cash, you just show me what’s under all that.” Randy waved over the black cover on her.

She hesitated and looked away.

“I’m guessing that’s a no.” Randy shifted his weight on this legs. “Alright then. Then I’ll just have to tell him about the bad service I got.” He flipped through several more bills in his wallet in her sight. “Unless, you’re willing to make me a happy customer.”

The niqabi got a quick count of what he had flashed. She looked down, partly in shame, but felt that if she didn’t look at accepting it, it wouldn’t be bad. She held her palms out and felt him put the bills in one hand. When she looked up, she saw him rustle at his belt.

Randy undid his buckle and looked around the shop again. Unzipped, he freed his mini-me-wee, as he called it, and bared to her. “Go on now.” She only stared it and Randy was impatient. He straddled over to her and lifted up the bottom veil and poked himself at her lips.

The niqabi closed her eyes and felt the fabric of her cover rub on her nose. She took the man into her mouth and sucked the only way she knew. Dutifully as she did for Hamid. However, this experience was more tolerable. The customer’s penis was not large. In fact, she sucked it with ease. She employed all the tactics she knew to make him cum quickly.

Randy looked down and gained some clarity for the moment. Unbelievable, he thought. The black cover, head to toe, save for the eyes, and now finding himself parked between the lips. She bobbed and he felt the pleasure of a good blowjob. It made Lynn’s performance look pedestrian. But when he looked down, he couldn’t help but feel like he was defiling himself.

His teeth clenched and he felt a little angry. He remembered the news. The conversation at the barbershop. His own disdain for the culture. Randy put his palm on the niqabi’s head and thrust hard into her mouth. Each push getting significantly harder and faster. He let out all his anger and frustration, mouth-fucking the outsider.

“OH Lord!” Randy pumped her mouth, getting a rise at demeaning. Stiffening with each taunt and thrust. “Jesus… aw yea. Fuck.” He pumped again. “…Mary, here it is.” Randy’s balls rested on her chin and he held her head there. “Oh fuck, Joseph!!”

The niqabi felt the small dribble of cum sputter into her mouth. The man’s balls shivered on her face in the muted aftermath. As he pulled out, the lower veil fell back into place. She looked away in deference of the situation while Randy wavered in the afterglow.

He looked up in the daze and came to see that she was still on her knees. He grabbed the bottle and ensure that there hadn’t been anyone else watching. Randy pulled out his billfold and leafed through the dollars haphazardly for fear of lingering. He dropped two $20 dollar bills with a thanks under his breath. When he looked outside, he saw his truck and got the inkling that he’d better get moving.

—

The following days weighed heavy on Randy. The guys at work kept up the conversation about the Arab Mart. Randy found himself, absentmindedly, clicking additional links that came up in his news feeds that were influenced by his visit to the store.

When he finally caught on and tried to actively search how to be rid of the Middle-Eastern mindwash, as his friends called it, he only kept seeing the hijabs and turbans on his favorite news channel. It was Sunday morning and he decided to start the week off right. He turned off the TV and the silence was unnerving.

Lynn walked down the stairs in a rush. The yoga pants made no rustle but the creak of each step startled Randy. “Are you ready?” Lynn said with an exhale, in an authoritative pose in her gym attire.

“Ready for what?” Randy scratched at his goatee. “You going to church in that?” They didn’t go frequently but whenever there was nothing going on, they did.

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