The Hunting of the Snark Ch. 01

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(with apologies to Charles Lutwidge Dodgeson)

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Everyone’s over 18.

Reading the Lewis Carroll poem won’t help you understand the story any better, but everyone ought read it at least once in their lives.

Theakston’s Old Peculier (yes, that’s the correct spelling) is a classic porter; it’s every bit as good as Alice describes it.

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I was sitting in a little tavern near my hotel that I’d wandered into. Business trips get so monotonous and boring, so I try to find good local watering holes in whatever city I’m in. I was surprised that this neighbourhood joint had Theakston’s Old Peculier on the list, so I ordered one. Black as sin, strong as a bull and tasty as your first girlfriend’s pussy.

I was on my second when this guy walked up, and without even a by-your-leave, plopped down on the other side of the table.

I raised an eyebrow in his direction, but I wasn’t worried; I had my pepper spray in my purse and (metaphorically speaking) a third-dan black belt around my waist.

Besides – he wasn’t hard on the eyes at all, and it looked as if this evening wouldn’t be just more boring waiting. I wondered what he was like in bed.

Without introducing himself, he started talking.

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Hi.

Are you real?

Don’t know, huh? That means you’re real, but you don’t know it yet, or that you’re one of the NPCs, which is really a lot more likely, in which case you’re gonna act like you think I’m crazy and walk off shaking your head. Maybe you’ll listen for a while, but then…

Huh? NPC? Means “Non Player Character”. I picked it up playing D you’ll think we talked football or the Market or something.

Uh, no – can’t let ya leave just now. Sorry.

Yeah – you can’t get up off the stool, and you can’t do anything that would attract attention. Have another sip of your drink and listen. bayburt escort Nobody’s gonna hurt you. Well, the Boojums might take you out, but i don’t think it hurts. ‘Course, there’s no way to ask anyone they’ve taken out about i, so I’m mostly just guessing.

Calm down.

Uh huh – you’re calm now, aren’t you – no matter how much you ought to be panicking.

Okay – Mr Muscles over there. General bad attitude, right? Barmaid won’t get within arm’s length of him unless she’s serving a drink, and she gets away fast after. Couple of people brushed up against him and he snarled at them, even though he’s sitting halfway out into the passage that leads to the restrooms.

Did’ja notice he called one guy “Faggot”, said the guy was trying to feel him up, and threatened to bust his face if he came within arm’s length again?

(Not that he was WRONG, understand – Joey is a little light in the loafers, and he likes to grope guys to see what they do.)

And were you here early enough to hear what he said to the barmaid? No? Well, what he said – and the way he said it – is why she’s spending most of her time at the other end of the stick, talking to those two plainclothes Vice cops.

Well, anyway, he’s an NPC. In fact, everyone here right now except me and (likely) you is an NPC. NPCs are programmed to look exactly like Real People. But they’re not. You know that old joke about there’s only about a hundred thousand real people in the world – the rest are just mediocre special effects?

It’s true. Well, there’s more like a few million real people, but otherwise? Yeah. NPCs.

Okay. What’a’ya think this is?

“An iPad.”

No. And, sorta, yeah. It’s an iPad case and some of the same guts, but it’s been repurposed. Now it’s a remote control. It looks like an iPad so that Boojums and other Snarks who don’t know they are yet won’t notice and … Yeah. “Snarks”. bartın escort Let me talk, okay?

Watch Muscles. I got this one pre-programmed, because it’s gotta affect everyone in the bar but us and I want all of it to kick in at once.

Watch.

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He set the iPad-that-he-said-wasn’t on the tble, glanced over toward the bar, tapped it a couple times to load a program, said “Watch this, now,” and hit one more key.

“Pow,” he said.

“Pow,” indeed. I don’t think I blinked, but all of a sudden, where there’d been a big ugly bruiser with a bad attitude, there was now a sexy, naturally red-haired woman. I could tell she was a natural redhead because she wan’t wearing anything but platform-soled, red, six inch fuck-me stiletto heels, sheer white thigh-highs and a very lacy black garter belt that was obviously designed as much as a frame for her flaming-red pussy as it was to hold up the stockings. She was also enough over six feet tall that the heels put her right at seven.

Without a word, she rose from her stool, swivel-hipped the length of the bar, grabbed the barmaid and kissed her very thoroughly, hipchecked the male Vice cop (dressed as a pimp) off his stool, grabbed his female partner’s short skirt (she was, inevitably, dressed as one of the “pimp”‘s girls), flipped it up, pulled her thong out of the way, and began energetically slurping her cunt.

Now, while I was a tad shaken by this, I would have expected Pimp Boy to protest, or Fake Hooker to scream (in shock, if nothing else) and/or shove her away and the barmaid to sa=tart yelling and maybe call the cops … but none of it happened.

The guy stood there and didn’t do anything.

The “hooker” simply grabbed the red head in her crotch and pulled it in tighter; she raised her legs, hooking one over her partner’s empty stool and the other on the ığdır escort bar.

And the barmaid reached inside her jeans and began fingering herself.

The six other people within ten feet? None of them seemed to notice. At all.

In fact, one guy walked up to the bar, stood right next to the action and ordered two Bud Lites, as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on at all. And the barmaid served them, took his money, and made change, all with her left hand, without pulling her right hand out of the front of her jeans.

Then she stepped around the bar, behind the female cop, grabbed her arms, and eased her backward till her shoulders were on another stool … and stripped off her jeans and panties and straddled her fact, shoving her pussy in the girl’s face. Then she reached forward, popped the “hooker”‘s tits out of the skimpy top she wore and began playing with them … as the blonde began licking her cunt as energetically as the redhead was licking hers.

It was at this point that the male cop dropped his pants, revealing no underwear at all and a fairly impressive-looking cock … which he promptly shoved all the way into the redhead’s snatch with a single thrust and began enthusiastically fucking her doggie-style.

And nobody but us was even noticing, much less watching.

“Okay – time to go,” he said, grabbing my arm. “I just let loose enough klatha that every Boojum in the Tri-State area is going to be here in ten minutes. They’ll put everything in there back the way it’s s’posed to be, and then come looking for me. Well, ‘For us.’ You saw all that, which means you’re a snark, all right. And Boojums have a nasty way of taking people out and then interrogating the nothing-at-all that’s left.”

He started walking rapidly away toward the nearest subway station, pulling me along.

And, just as I couldn’t move earlier, I was powerless to resist that hand on my arm.

“…and, incidentally, just in case you’re wondering what happened back there? Snarks have the ability to use a rather mysterious computer program called ‘Magic Wand’ to manipulate I call “Klatha Energy” – some call it “The Force” – to … well, the best anyone’s ever described it yet is that we can ‘Hack God.'”

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Kennel Club 09: Stay-Cation Pt. 02

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I slowly woke from a deep and warm sleep. Giving myself a moment to orient to the world around me, I luxuriated in what I could feel. The bed under me was soft and warm. My Master’s arm was around my waist, pressing him firmly against my back. I could feel his quiet breath on the back of my neck.

The collar around my neck felt comforting and snug. A slight tug on the still connected lead pulled off to the side as I moved my head. I snuggled back into my Master, thinking to get a little more sleep, but my initial movements had seemingly awakened him.

Arm tightening around me, a mellow voice whispered, “Good Morning, Pet.”

“Good Morning, Sir, ” I responded.

He pulled me tighter, saying, “I hope you slept enough last night. You’re going to have a hectic day.”

I could already feel the pressure of his growing morning wood pressing into my back.

Yesterday, we were swamped. After my morning exercise, Master gave me a slight break during the afternoon. All of our friends had come back for a second turn; Ian’s second turn especially stood out in my mind. If he was going to ride me like that, I hope he shows up at the club in the collar so I can return the favor. I could almost still feel the heat of him inside me, and I rubbed my stomach, remembering the feeling of him filling me.

After everyone had had a second turn, Master returned and brought me dinner, and we ate before he took me to bed again. As promised, he took me as soon as we were comfortable. Between the friends earlier and Master’s previous attentions, I was an easy ride for him. Three more times, I took his loads before he got tired enough to curl up around me and call it a night.

Now, as we lay in our bed, he pressed hard against me, still waking up. I was looking forward to another day.

“First things first, Pet,” he said as he nibbled on my neck. I have something you need to help me with.”

He slid slightly down so that he was pressing against my ass, “The best way to start the day is by letting your Pet know that you are still in charge.”

His hard cock pressed firmly into my ass; I relaxed as much as I could. Due to the extensive exercise yesterday, he had no trouble getting inside.

“Good boy,” he cooed, slowly moving his hips and grinding into me.

His teeth found my neck again and softly bit. My back began to arch as he pulled me onto him and slowly thrust, “Good Boy,” he growled through the bite, “my Good Boy.”

The arm around my waist pulled me tight in again as a warmth flooded into me, and my Master spasmed inside me. He held me close for a moment before allowing himself to slip back.

“That’s what a good morning feels like, Pet,” he said, kissing me briefly. “Now, we must get out of bed before the day wastes away.”

He pulled away from me and stood. Stretching, he turned and looked at me, slowly climbing out of the covers.

He came over and pulled me up. “Up, you get Pet. We need to get ready for the day. The first thing is to get cleaned up. As much as I like you messy, you have guests to entertain today, and I want you to have a fresh start.

The room did smell more than a bit of sex and sweat, as did both of us. My lead was long enough to reach anywhere in the room. So, my Master guided me into the bathroom to freshen up for the day.

He led me to the toilet and watched as I did my morning business; as he watched, he praised me for the number of loads I had gotten from him and our friends the day before and how well I had kept them.

After I was done, he started to shower and led me in. Putting me on all fours, he picked up the washrag and cleaned me from nose to tail.

After I was thoroughly washed, he quickly cleaned himself off, and we got out of the shower to dry. I was quickly dried and removed from the room so Master could attend to his morning routine.

I sat on the floor outside and waited for him. Once he had finished, he came out freshly cleaned and dressed. He pulled the sheets from the bed and told me to stay on the floor a moment longer.

A few minutes passed, and he returned with a fresh set of bedclothes. “I wanted everyone to enjoy some fresh sheets and a fresh Pet,” he laughed as I helped him make the bed.

Once we were done, he patted the cover. “Up, Pet. It’s time to go back to being a toy.”

I climbed on the bed and assumed my default four-legged position.

“Oh, I almost forgot, ” Master said, feigning forgetfulness. “You didn’t do what you were told yesterday afternoon. You came fully three more times before we went to bed. That means you need to be punished today for disobeying.”

He went over to my toy bag and dug around for a moment. “On your back, Pet, ” he ordered.

I quickly moved to comply.

He walked over to the bed and held bakırköy escort something up for me to see. It was my chastity cage. “Since you can’t seem to understand when I tell you not to cum, you’ll have to get some cage time until you can.”

He spread my legs apart, then slowly slid the ring around me; as it settled at the base of my cock and balls, he followed it by quickly sliding the cage over me and slipping the lock in place.

I was already starting to stiffen up from his attention as he did, so the cage became very tight very quickly.

“There we go, Pet,” he said as the key came free. You get to keep that on all day today, no matter what. Kate will be disappointed, but she’ll get over it. Otherwise, everyone will add more to your punishment before enjoying you today. I’ll be back later. Have fun, Pet. “

He left, key in hand; my cage was already constricting tighter as I lay on the bed.

After a few minutes of no company, I relaxed and started practicing poses for when someone came in. I had just settled on a position of my ass facing the door that also showed off the fact I was caged when I heard the lock pop and the door open.

“Let’s see what we have to play with today,” Brigh’s voice called through the short hall.

Three people came around the corner into the room as I looked over my shoulder at them. All of them quickly discarded what clothes they had at the entrance. Stephen, Brigh, and Ian came further into the room.

I quickly noticed that Stephen had a leash in hand that trailed to Ian, so it would most likely be a Pet play date.

Brigh briefly played with my cage when she reached me, glancing over, “Well, well, your Master did say you would be punished today. Too bad, I would have you ride my Ian a bit so we could watch. I guess you’ll have to wait on that. “

“That does mean we are supposed to add a punishment as well, ” Stephen mentioned, guiding Ian over to the side of the bed and pulling him up beside me.

Ian nuzzled my neck as he came up alongside me, and I leaned into him, enjoying the company of a fellow pet.

“Aww, look at you two. They are so cute side by side together,” Brigh cooed at us and snapped her fingers. ” I got it. We’re going to race. The two of you will be sucking us off; whichever of us cums first that Pet is the winner, and the winner will get a prize!”

Well, that sounded fun. I didn’t see how that was a punishment.

“You, though, will have the handicap of being tied while you do it, ” she cheerfully interrupted as I watched her pull a set of ropes out of a bag they had brought.

Stephen and Brigh flanked me as they began to tie my arms to my sides and my legs together. Ultimately, I was utterly bound, unable to move much other than my head.

Ian leaned against me again, snuggling closer. He was so cozy to be with when in Pet mode. I wished I could have returned the favor by riding him, but it was not to be.

A hand on my collar had me staring straight again. Brigh was in front of me, massive cock in hand. Off to my side, I could see Stephen in front of Ian, cock tip resting on his lips.

“On the count of three, start, ” Brigh said. “One, two, three!”

I leaned forward to start, but she backed away from me for a second, and I could see Ian already working on his Master.

Brigh pulled my head up. “Another handicap…they get a head start, but I’ll at least let you watch.”

I did watch as Stephen slowly worked his cock into his Pet’s mouth and down his throat. I could see the bulge moving right at the top of Ivan’s neck, distending it ever so slightly with each thrust.

After a few moments of this “head start,” my vision was pulled back around right as Stephen began to pant from the attention.

“Now, Pet, you can start.”

Brigh moved forward, her cock twitching and leaking as it was moved up to my lips. I opened my mouth to take her head, and she stopped just inside as I began to suckle on the tip. “Good boy, ” she said as a hand landed on my head. “suck it all out.”

Her salty, sweet taste danced on my tongue as she advanced a little at a time. Finally, she pushed on and let me begin earnestly working on her.

Tied up as I was, I moved back and forth, the slick skin of her dick filling and leaving my mouth with each thrust. I could taste and feel her leaking more and more as I worked.

Just as I had her moan for the first time, I heard Stephen from beside me. “That’s a Good Boy, swallow it all for me.”

“Cum already, dear?” Bright asked in a breathless voice, “Guess our Ian is the winner.”

She didn’t stop fucking my face, so I assumed the race was going to be finished one way or another.

As I kept up my pace, her breathing became increasingly ragged. I felt bahçelievler escort Ian move around behind me. I felt his hot breath on my balls as he leaned in. His tongue danced over them and the edges of my cage teasingly before moving to start rimming my ass.

I moaned around Brigh’s cock as his attention started bearing on me.

“That’s a Good Boy, Ian,” Stephen said from off to the side. “Eat him out now, and when your Misstress is done, you can have a ride to yourself. “

I pushed back against his questing tongue, letting him explore me even more. Meanwhile, his Mistress was hilting herself down my throat.

“Oh, I forget how good he is with his mouth,” she moaned. “We need to see about borrowing him for a couple of days so we can both have pets under our desks for work.”

“I’m sure his Master would agree when he’s on one of his work trips. I think he let Kate borrow him last time, ” Steven said casually. He was sitting back in the only chair in the room, enjoying the show.

“Ahh…” was all Brigh responded to as she suddenly pulled me tight down to her base.

I felt a flood of cum wash down my throat, and I gagged.

Not one to be denied, Brigh responded gently, “Hush, Pet, I’m almost done; you can take it.” She continued to hold me in place, her cock firmly past my tonsils, until every last drop of her spunk was on its way to my stomach.

She slowly pulled out as I gasped and swallowed hard.

“Such a good boy,” she started petting my hair and pulled my face gently into her lap next to her fading erection. “Now you stay right there. It’s time for Ian to get his prize.

At those words, he shifted behind me, going from slowly working me over with his gentle probing licks to pressing a firm and twitching cock against my entrance.

“Good Boy,” I heard Stephen say. “Fuck his ass for me.”

With as much attention as he had paid to my rear while I was choking on his Mistress’s meat, Ian had quickly sunk to his balls in my waiting rear.

He was always a fun partner; his pace ramped up as he took me as his prize. Every few thrusts, he paused deep inside to let me feel him twitch his cock inside me. I returned the favor by baring down as hard as possible when he did.

We were like that for a good while. Ian slowly worked up to his orgasm. With me in Brigh’s lap, face pressed against her still dripping member, and Stephen off to the side now jacking off to the scene of his Pet claiming his rightful reward.

It was over almost too quickly for me. With my cage on, it took much longer for me to get off, and Ian had no such restrictions while pounding me. I felt the short, intense heat of his cum just as I was starting to warm up myself.

He buried himself in me as he released and, when his load was done, barked once and pulled himself out.

“I think that’s time for us,” Bright said, standing up and pulling Ian over to wipe him down.

“Your punishment from us is to stay in those ropes until your Master takes you out of them, ” She continued as Stephen had gone to pick up their clothes and begin redressing.

“Have a fun rest of the day, Pet. We’ll see you next time at the club,” and they left me bound and waiting for my next session.

A while later, the door opened again, and this time, Kate, with the addition of my other partner in petdom, Mel, was entering, trailing her on her leash.

“I understand a specific pet disobeyed his Master’s orders yesterday, so I don’t get to play with him the way I wanted, ” Pouted Kate as she approached the bed.

“So, instead, we have to make our fun. Down Pet,” Kate said. The last sentence was addressed to Mel, who dutifully sank down in front of the chair facing the bed.

“Your punishment from me is that you only get to watch this time, with some enhancements, of course; I’m not that mean,” she concluded.

Going into a bag brought in with her, she pulled out a large wand vibrator. She proceeded to arrange me so that I was lying on my stomach at the edge of the bed, looking at the chair with the vibrator just underneath me, touching my cage.

She walked back over, sat in the chair facing me, and spread her legs wide. In one hand, she held a small remote control; with the other, she picked up Mel’s leash and pulled her towards her.

“This is how this is going to work, Toy. My little Mel here will be a good girl who will care for my needs while you watch. The better she does…, ” she trailed off and clicked a button on the remote.

The vibrator under me came to life and started buzzing against the cage, making me shake with its sensation. She didn’t let it last but for a brief moment, “The more that little toy buzzes you up.”

She pulled Mel over into her lap, where she went şirinevler escort to work with speed. Kate slid down in the chair both to give her Pet a better angle to work but also to place her legs on either side of Mel’s and to hook and pull them apart, showing me a clear view of her ass and pussy.

“Like what you set, Toy?” Kate asked as she turned on the wand under me. “Too bad you’re not getting any of this today, but I’ll at least let you look.”

The vibe hit me suddenly, and I spasmed, shaking with the vibration directly on the cage over my trapped cock.

Kate soon began to moan under Mel’s considerable attention. And with every passing second, the intensity of the vibration kicked up another notch. Eventually, I was almost jerking in time with Kate as Mel sent her over the edge of her orgasm.

With a gasp, she gently pushed her Pet away, “Good Girl, that’s good for now. ” She pulled Mel up into a deep and passionate kiss, reaching between her legs, and began to finger her Pet rapidly.

The entire time, the vibrator kept jarring me into increasingly intense spasms. Eventually, as Mel began twitching in her hands, Kate pulled her up and pushed her down next to me on the bed. Reaching behind me, she pulled the wand away, causing me to collapse and watch as she placed it between Mel’s legs.

She let out a small shriek as she came, but the attention didn’t let up. A hand reached over and grabbed my ankle as a second wave of orgasm hit her, and then a third. Only then did Kate shut off the wand and gently stroked Mel’s stomach. “Good Girl, that’s what I like to see. You put on a good show for your little kennel mate here.”

A hand slid underneath me to rub my cage, “Oh, you made quite the mess despite that cage there, Toy,” Kate said with a smirk.

“Hopefully, your Master doesn’t mind. Say bye to your friend, my little Toy. We’ll see you next time at the club.”

And with that, the two of them got back up, dressed, and exited the room.

I lay there in the wet spot I had made on the bed, occasionally twitching from the aftershocks of the intense vibration. I had only just recovered when the door opened again.

My Master walked into the room and surveyed my state: “Well, it looks like you had some fun this morning. Everyone else is heading home today, so I will get you to myself for the rest of the day and tonight.”

He stripped down, walked over, and placed his hand on the very wet spot next to my head. “Looks like one of our friends made quite the mess beside you. How have you fared?”

A hand slid under me to feel at my cage. “Tsk, Tsk, Pet. You weren’t supposed to make a mess today, remember? I’ll punish you a bit more when we get home.”

A sharp smack hit my ass as he stood back up. “But before that, you’ll service me like a good little Pet should. ” He moved back around in front of me, now sporting a growing erection.

With a bit of effort, he rolled me over so that I was on my back with my head slightly hanging off the end of the bed.

“Open your mouth wide, Pet; I’m going to be cumming down your throat, so you’re going to want to be as open as possible.”

With that, he slid into my waiting mouth and began to fuck my throat. He leaned over the top of me so that his stomach lay over my chest as he thrust. It was all I could do to keep the gag reflex at bay. But my practice with Brigh earlier had prepped me a bit. I swallowed hard a few times as he drew back and forth. He seemed to enjoy that quite a bit, so I kept it up until his pace staggered.

“Here you go, Pet; I hope you’re ready, ” He gasped.

A rush of salty, musky cum flooded my mouth, and my throat, gagged me as he pulled back. A quick hand over my mouth ensured none was lost as I briefly struggled to get it down. After a moment, I was done, and he stroked my cheek. “Good Boy, we’ll do that again later tonight, but for now, I’m going to take a break.”

He climbed up next to me on the bed and turned on the TV, switching to one of the adult channels. “I’ll get some energy back then have a go at that ass of yours. Meanwhile, we’ll watch some of this, and I’ll tease you a bit.” His hands trailed over my balls and cage.

He slowly played with me as the porn on the TV began. His questing fingers explored the sticky mess that was my cage and lower regions. “Such a messy Pet I have, it’s a good thing for you that I like that in a Pet,” he said. “By the way, you have an appointment at the club next week. You’ve been requested to serve a bit to maintain your status as a trained pet. Consider it a Continuing education of sorts. I expect you to perform well.”

In my current position, I couldn’t really reply much; the intoxicating smell and taste of him were still too strong in my mouth. But I managed a nod, and he patted my cage in acknowledgment.

He then pushed me to roll me to my stomach again and I felt him climb onto my back, “Now, it will be a fun night for at least one of us, Pet. Hopefully, you’ve learned your lesson about only cumming when you’re told.”

Turns out, I didn’t learn anything of the sort.

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Ballet Land Pt. 07

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I woke up the next day and I had returned to my ‘normal’ self but I also felt different all the same. It was like a feeling I couldn’t describe was growing inside me. I slipped on my dance belt, tights and tee. As I hiked the tights up against my rear, I remembered the feeling of that dancer pressing against me and I got hard…I shrugged it off as a residual of the spell and headed to class.

Further down the hall was Robert, a guy from class I had met the first day. I found my eyes lingering on his ass and I quickly reminded myself it was a guy’s ass and looked away. I caught up to him and he smiled and said hi. He was about my height, gray eyes and light brown hair and a youthful handsome face. His body was that of a well developed dancer.

“One of the instructors wanted to see you in Studio B,” he said. This was not our normal studio but sometimes instructors had one on ones with students so I thought nothing of it. Studio B was off a small side hall so you couldn’t see inside from the main hall. I didn’t even look through the small window on the door and opened it an entered.

My mouth dropped. In bayrampaşa escort the middle of the studio I saw my fairy guide, on her knees and she was giving a blow job to a male dancer whose light gray tights were pulled down. Thinking I had the wrong place, I started to leave when I heard her call my name.

“Come here James,” she said. I took a few hesitant steps forward. “Closer,” she again said, not stopping from her task. I took a couple of steps closer and now was a few feet away. She stopped and looked at me.

“Do you like what you see James,” she said as she kissed and stroked the dancer’s erect cock. My mouth was dry and I was confused and nervous and I opened my mouth but no words came out.

“Do you like watching me give blow jobs James?” she said not looking up from her task as she kissed his cock, and the pulled up his tights and kept her hand on his erect cock. She then darted her eyes at me with such intensity I was startled. “Or is it his cock you’re admiring and want to suck?” she said, smiling at me.

Before I could say anything she continued. “I çapa escort know what you want James, I know your secret. You want to suck his cock.”

“I do not!” I protested, “I am not gay!”

“James,” she said, laughing “Remember that lying in ballet land will bring the evil fairies on you but never mind that for now. Remember that you must obey my every command, I want you to get down on your knees and touch his cock and then kiss it.”

“It doesn’t have to be naked,” she said before I could get a word out, “In fact I want you to only do it with his tights on.”

“Bu-but I am not gay!”, I protested again.

“Are you forgetting you must obey my every command?” she said. “I am telling you to do two simple things and that is all I will ask, but you must do it,” she said firmly.

I knew that if I refused I would leave ballet land so I reluctantly came forward. “But I am not gay,” I said one final time protesting as I got on my knees.

The dancer’s fully erect cock was now right in front of me, encased in gray nylon tights. My mouth was shaking and I was nervous all over fındıkzade escort as I slowly put my hand up. I hesitated for moment and slowly my fingers made contact with the soft nylon covering his cock and balls. An incredible rush of energy came over me and I involuntarily let out a moan. I started to gently move my hands up and down his cock and it felt incredible and without even thinking about it, the hand slid around to his ass and my other hand did as well as I slowly came closer and finally my lips touched the nylon covering his erect shaft. I felt the warm and aroma of his crotch as my lips hungrily covered his shaft. I lifted my lips again to kiss another part of his cock when I heard my fair abruptly yell ‘STOP’ which seemed to break the trance like state I was in.

“Stand up James,” she commanded.

I got up flustered and panting. She came closer to me and then to my surprise, grabbed my balls and stroked my cock.

“For a guy that’s not gay,” she said, looking down at my crotch, “You’re awfully hard after kissing another man’s cock.”

I looked down and realized I had a rock hard erection visible even with my dance belt on. I stepped back, speechless with my mouth open and started to leave.

“Be careful where you go now James,” she said, laughing. “The bad fairies will be after you in your state of denial,” was the last thing I heard as the door closed and I ran away.

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All of the characters in this story are entirely fictional, as is the narrative. It’s an idea that’s developed gradually through many iterations in my mind for my own diversion. Although everything portrayed is plainly consensual, readers should note that it does involve rape fantasy. Characters play out that fantasy in a safe environment with people they trust, as it should be when any violence is role played. I’ve bracketed the part of the story where that play occurs using “=======” so it’s easy to skip. But if that’s still something that troubles you, this story could be triggering. Mind your self care. All that said, I hope you find this story as enjoyable a fantasy as I have.

I sat naked on the single bench in the men’s locker room. It was a tiny locker room with only eight lockers, the bench, a shower, a sink, and a toilet stall. The temperature was just right, though I knew it was much colder in the hallway… that would likely have an effect that on my male anatomy.

I was neither small nor large in that department. Pretty average, really, as in most physical attributes; about 5’11”, I worked out and was fit (though, I was inconsistent, and nobody would mistake me for a football player). I later learned that I had “great hands and forearms,” and that I was “deliciously hairy.” I don’t think I’m that hairy, but if that’s pleasing, it’s fine by me. And, of course, I could grow a great beard (though, all I had at the moment was the stubble of not shaving for a few days).

But I was about to enter a sauna, nude, with three gorgeous women from my grad department, and I worried that would affect me and make them uncomfortable. Maybe I should quickly rub one out before I went? Crude, but better to be flaccid, right? On the other hand, would it be weird if I didn’t have a semi-erection? Would it be obvious I’d jerked off just beforehand? Speaking of making things awkward…

No quickie beforehand, I decided. I’d just have to keep it under control and not totally humiliate myself. That was definitely not a kink of mine. But there was a kink being orchestrated. Ming was its architect. She had it bad for me, though I was the only person not to know it. We were meme-buddies — we were the resident meme quoters in the geology grad program — and I felt like she had always kept me at arm’s length, romantically, leaning into our “buddy” kind of relationship.

Ming was quite tall for a woman — about 5’9″, I surmised. Very pretty, very fit. She kept herself in excellent physical condition ever since being on the rowing team as an undergrad. I definitely thought she was beautiful, but, again, the way she acted towards me made me think of her platonically.

The woman I was attracted to, but who was unattainable, was Caitlin. She was cute-attractive. Her face was soft and pretty, and with her glasses on… Hoo boy. We all wore glasses, but hers made her look like a petite nerd girl, and that kicked something off in me. She was about 5’5″, I guessed; breasts that fit her frame just so; brown hair typically pulled back in a ponytail. And she had a boisterous attitude that made me enjoy every moment with her. She had a girlfriend, though.

That was fine. Mine was a crush that wasn’t meant to be, but I could still enjoy her company. Her girlfriend, also in our department, was Lara. Lara was slightly shorter than Caitlin — maybe 5’3″ or 5’4″ — but she seemed tiny. She was nearly flat-chested and she usually didn’t wear a bra, so her nipples were often poking the fabric of her shirts. Her hair was curly almost-black, cut short. Meeting Lara had made me understand what people meant when they said someone had eyes that sparkled.

The four of us were from the U.S., but on a mineral expedition in the Northwest Territories in Canada, accompanying our professor, who we all called Bill. Bill wasn’t staying with us, though. He was staying at a proper hotel in town. That had been an option for us, too. It was Ming who had found this set of rentable cabins near one of the trails, and had convinced him to let us all stay there. He wasn’t going to say no. This place was almost half the price per night, even after accounting for an extra rental car. The price was even cheaper than usual because it was the off-season. The rooms were… rustic. No wi-fi, no TV… you get it. And they only cleaned the cabins between visitors. Ming convinced us, her fellow grad students, using promises of later wake-up hours because Bill had to come our way, anyway, about half an hour drive.

The cabins each had two rooms, accessible from the outside. Caitlin and Lara shared a room… of course. And Ming and I shared another in a different cabin. I didn’t think anything of sharing a room with her, at the time. And, frankly, the first few nights returning from our treks, we were all so exhausted from hiking that Ming and I slept in our clothes. But on the fourth day, Bill was going to be delivering a remote lecture for which he needed the internet access of his hotel. We told him we were fine for the day and we’d do our own exploration around the place; Maybe topkapi escort do a little geocaching.

Unbeknownst to any of us, save Ming, our accommodations also had this sauna — a nude sauna — which, being the off-season, we had all to ourselves. It was down a dirt road, a bit, and out of sight until you were almost right on top of it. Ming expressed surprise, and wanted to investigate. Yes, Ming, it’s a nude sauna. No towels beyond the locker room. Aren’t you shocked? And wouldn’t this be a fun evening activity after our dillying around the site? Would it make things awkward for anybody?

Right. Would it be awkward? Hmmm… This was a callback to an earlier conversation, and it made me I realize Ming had planned the whole thing. On the flight up, she and I had been seated next to each other and she’d said some things that I hadn’t parsed properly at the time.

“You’re into Caitlin, aren’t you?” she asked, her eyes narrowing.

“Where did this come from?” I asked.

She smiled a sly smile. “Oh, Jonas (‘YO-nas’). Silly boy. You don’t have to be coy with me.”

I chuckled. “Fine. Yeah, I have a bit of a crush. Please keep it to yourself, though. I don’t want things to get weird. Besides, she’s a lesbian, so what does it matter?”

“She’s bi,” said Ming, matter-of-factly.

“All the same,” I laughed, shaking my head, “she’s got a Lara.” And they were good together — really cared about each other — so I wasn’t going to mess with that.

Ming bit her lip and leaned in, her shoulder-length black hair swinging forward. “You think Lara would share her?”

“With you?” I joked.

“Don’t be smart,” she chided. “Do you think she’d let the two of you see each other naked?” She had a great grin plastered across her face.

I snorted. “What?!” The sound of the airplane had drowned out most of our conversation to all but us, but that “what” turned a couple of heads. Ming was always candid, but this was particularly unfiltered, even for her. Unfiltered… Why was this even a thought?

“Not so loud, chucklehead.” She waited a moment. “If you were given the opportunity to see her naked, would you take it?”

“Ming…”

“I just want to know.”

I sighed. “I think it would make things awkward. I don’t want that. That’s the last thing I want. I’m satisfied with our relationship as it is.” Presently, I added, more quietly, “Where is this coming from?”

But she shrugged and suddenly shifted the conversation to special effects in movies, and how nobody made “wet puppet” horror movies, anymore. Ah, Ming. Pretty sure she was on the spectrum. Well… that’s really par for the course in grad school, honestly. Most of us masked a bit more effectively, but I think we all would’ve preferred to be taking a train (if you catch my drift). Nevertheless, it was a particularly abrupt shifting of gears.

Back to present. I heard the door to the outside open and muffled voices. It was Caitlin and Lara entering the hallway outside the locker room. They were a few minutes behind Ming and me. The door shut with a clack, and I heard them enter the women’s locker room.

Okay, Jonas. I’m not going to jerk off. Ehhh, don’t make things awkward, though. Let’s just do it. I’d agreed to it. Every bit of it felt so sexual, though. And I now knew this was a product of Ming’s machinations — Though, I didn’t know just how deep the rabbit hole went.

I stood and immediately felt like my genitals were giving away the game. I looked down. I was a little bigger than usual — still pointing at the ground. Nothing obvious. I felt like my feelings were very much on display, but it was my imagination. I tried very hard not to think about Caitlin, nude.

With my loins girded, so to speak, I strode to the door and opened it to the empty hallway. A woosh of cold air hit me. That would help, I thought wryly. The gendered locker rooms were opposite each other in the middle of the hall, and at the two ends were the exit to the building… and the sauna, itself.

I walked down the hall for what felt like a mile. Nothing embarrassing to worry about, yet. Caitlin was still undressing. It would be a little weird with Ming. I wouldn’t mind that view, so much. But I thought I could keep it under control with her.

When I made it to the door, I looked down at my penis again. About the same, in spite of the cold air. YOLO. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

The sauna had two levels, for sitting, that went around the outside. It was small. Very wooden, except for the stone floor. And hot.

And there was Ming. She sat on the second level directly opposite the door so she was the first thing you’d see when you opened it. Her legs were crossed, hiding her private parts, and the leg on top was swinging back and forth, restlessly. Her hands were planted firmly on the seat on either side of her, and she made no effort to cover her breasts. And what breasts they were. Plump and perky, with tiny brown nipples quickly hardening in the cold air.

“Close the door, you oaf,” she merter escort said.

I stepped in and closed the door. She looked me up and down — especially down. She smirked at the sight of my penis. When, finally, her gaze left my lower half, she met my eyes. And she smiled another sly smile. I felt a twitch.

“Oh, Jonas. I guess now I’ve seen the whole you,” she almost whispered, the smile still on her lips and in her eyes. But then her visage changed. Like a barrier was coming down.

I was about to move to a seat, when she suddenly uncrossed her legs, shifted forward, and spread her knees wide, giving me an unobstructed view of her vulva. She had shaved her pubic hair, leaving a smooth mound above a tight labia, barely open, even as she presented herself.

The look on her face was earnest in a way I hadn’t seen before. I was perplexed. Just as quietly as before, she said, “Now you see me,” almost a plea for validation. I was in shock, seeing her most intimate places. But I raised my eyes to meet hers and smiled back, mirroring her earnestness. I didn’t know what else to do, but this moment felt special. Sexual, definitely, but also… I don’t know.

“Now I’ve seen the whole you,” I quietly replied. She smiled an almost relieved smile at this, and continued to meet my gaze for a time. But she didn’t close her legs. She must have gathered up all her courage for this moment, revealing herself both literally and metaphorically.

My erection had begun to rise, and when she looked down, she saw it — rapt in fascination at the change in size and angle. For my part, looking down her body, I observed the muscles in her thighs, all flexed as she displayed herself to me. Flanking her vagina, they were exerted, lifting her bottom slightly and rotating her pelvis forward to give me a complete view. The rowing exercises had done their work. The sweat and condensation glistened on her venus mound.

I’d had sex with a couple of women and I’d seen pictures, of course, but they were different. This moment was accompanied by a vulnerability I’d never received from anyone. Ming had let down her guard as she showed me. And what she showed me was exponentially more beautiful than what I’d seen before, in large part owing to the dropping of her facade. Her bald vulva was alluring on its own. But I probably would have thought so, no matter what she had done with her pubic hair. This was a shared a moment of exposure, and the display she was giving me was… for me. A gift.

She must have felt the same, looking at my increasingly attentive member. I made no effort to cover. And at a more visceral level, my mind was racing, sexually. What would it be like to go down on her? What would it be like to taste her, down there, while she pulled my head in with her hands, and squeezed it with those muscular thighs?

As an undergrad, I’d been brave enough to go down on one of my girlfriends, and was rewarded with delights I couldn’t have imagined. As I’d worked, she began grabbing the back of my head and pulling me in, tighter. I remembered her odor, the feeling of my face in her bush, and her wonderful flavor.

Snap out of it, I thought. My penis was hard and nearly perpendicular to the floor, by now. I needed to sit so its rigidity wouldn’t be so obvious to the other women. Lara, for sure, wouldn’t appreciate it. I moved left and climbed up to the second tier and sat. I looked over at Ming, and she smiled at me, legs splayed. My erection was leveled just above my legs, but from a distance, it would look like it lay flat if didn’t lean back. Good. Well, if Lara and Caitlin thought I was flaccid, I would certainly appear gifted.

Ming lowered her bottom and shifted back, though she didn’t cross her legs, again. A moment later, I heard voices on the other side of the door and Ming and I both turned to look. The door opened and Caitlin came through, followed immediately by Lara. They held hands as they entered.

Lara was, as it seemed with her shirt on, almost totally flat chested. She had tiny pink nipples perched low on the gentlest of mounds. Down below, she had a hairy, thick, curly, black pussy that was plainly visible, even in profile. She looked petite and delicate. Such small breasts, though. They honestly piqued my curiosity. Well, never mind.

My attention was redirected firmly on Caitlin. Her breasts were similar to Ming’s, although on the two women’s frames, they looked different. Gorgeous, I thought. She had a blouse with a low, swooping neckline that she sometimes wore that teased. But now it was all bare and I sat, stunned, at the slight bounce they gave as she stepped in. Her nipples were larger than Ming’s, though not very large. A bit bigger than half-dollars. They poked outward like little red nubs, presumably because of the cold air in the hallway.

Caitlin had curves, too. She was fit, but she also enjoyed the occasional ice cream. Her bottom was pleasingly shaped and jiggled, slightly, as she walked. I couldn’t see the front of her pubic area from my angle, and I didn’t want esenler escort to gawk — I’d accept to see what she decided I should see. But I made out a hint of brown hair in profile. So beautiful.

The two women stood looking at Ming. Her legs remained uncrossed and a little wide, and for these two, her candid pose must have been a surprise. For her part, Ming motioned with her eyes in my direction, and the two women looked over. Caitlin’s eyes settled on my mid-section. Looking up at me, she gave a small, slightly amused smile. Lara took notice of me, but her eyes quickly returned to Ming.

Ming, it seemed, suddenly realized what she was doing, and she shifted back further and closed her legs. Slightly flustered, she said, “A little something for everybody, I guess.” She looked over at Caitlin, whose eyes had returned to my member.

“Certainly, not an unwelcome something,” said Lara, giggling.

Caitlin turned to meet Lara’s gaze, and they smiled at each other. The two climbed up to the right, opposite me. Caitlin’s beautiful, heart-shaped posterior was in full view as she climbed, and I struggled not to get more physically excited. As she sat, she turned around and crossed her legs in a smooth motion, keeping her intimate parts hidden. The top of her pubic hair was visible, though, above her thighs. It was brown and whispy, and when she leaned back against the wall, a little more became visible. I tried hard not to stare.

Lara didn’t cross her legs, but I guessed she didn’t feel like she had to. The sight of her vagina was obscured by her curly bush. She had natural cover. On the other hand, it was an impressive bush in itself.

Looking back at Ming, I saw she was watching my gaze and grinning from ear to ear. “Is it hot in here?” she asked.

We all laughed, softening the mood a little.

“In all seriousness,” she said, “this is really neat. I wonder why they hide it down here, away from the cabins.”

I shrugged, trying not to stare at any of these beautiful women’s bodies, and remaining collected. “It might keep parents from having to answer too many questions.”

“Definitely,” said Caitlin. “There isn’t even a lock on the outer door.”

Lara smiled. “This is cool. Or…,” we all smiled, “neat. Yeah. I’ve been to a nude sauna before. In Finland. It wasn’t quite the same as this.”

Caitlin asked, “How so?”

“Well, for one thing, this is a bit more cramped. For another, there are no sticks to hit ourselves with.”

Ming burst out laughing. “What?!”

Caitlin and I gave Lara amused, but also confused looks.

“Okay, you’re not supposed to hit hard. Just gentle taps. It keeps you warm.”

I asked, “Warm? In the… sauna?” Ming and I exchanged glances. Her smile was priceless.

Lara looked up at the ceiling and resigned herself. “Alright. It’s not even really a story, so I shouldn’t have said anything. But I’ll try to make it a story. I took a year off after undergrad, and did a European tour with a group of friends. And when you’re in Finland, you’re supposed to do one of these saunas. Skipping them would be like going to Amsterdam and not sampling the cannabis.”

General amused agreement.

“So, I’m with this group — all guys, incidentally.” We laughed, and Caitlin put her arm around Lara’s shoulders and gave her a squeeze.

“This is sounding an awful lot like a story,” I said.

Lara moved her head from side to side, as she studied the ceiling in recollection. “Okay, a little story.”

“So you went with guys so you could experience the sauna purely for its intrinsic value,” I volunteered.

Lara gave me a serious look, and said, dryly, “If, by its intrinsic value, you mean sitting among a bunch of sausages while everyone looks around nervously wondering if this makes them gay…”

Ming snorted. “Buttered sausage.” She looked over at me and we both laughed.

Lara and Caitlin executed a synchronous eye-roll, but they were also clearly amused. “You are way too online,” Lara said. She shook her head and continued, “Well, we had picked up this Finnish guy — a student at who-knows-where — and he told us he’d show us the ropes.” She took a breath. “And by ropes, I mean sticks. Or… whisks, or something. I don’t remember exactly what they call them. Whisks, I think.”

“Okay, and that’s where the self flagellation comes in,” offered Caitlin.

“Right,” said Lara, giving her a knowing look. “So you have a bunch of straight guys trying flick themselves just the right amount, and looking, oh, so uncomfortable. Except the Finnish guy. He’s smiling and chatting and… just, generally Mr. Congenial as he flicks himself.”

Caitlin said, “You really get the sense of how much cultural norms play a role in interpreting nudity.”

“Definitely,” said Lara. Then she hastened to add, “I do think that part of the appeal is the view, though, when you’re with the right company. You see what you see and if you like it, you’re going to file it away in your mind. It’s just, I think our guide was able to enjoy it even with just one tiny-titted woman and a whole bunch of dudes, and the American guys I was with were… well, it was more difficult. In the U.S., I’d guess there aren’t a lot of occasions where straight guys see other guys’ dicks. I mean, ya know… I don’t know… Jonas can correct me if I’m mistaken, but…”

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

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

Sara’s perspective

The weakness in my legs was strange, but it was worse when my buttocks transformed. My eyes widened more and more and I was lost to sensation as they bloated out, thickening and softening, dropping out a little more.

A giant pair of testicles. Horse balls, yes, of course… Of course, the Fae would still give me those, more of those, my backside swelling out as I grunted, feeling how the weight of them pulled me back. They filled out my trousers, the dark fabric clinging to my body, straining and pulling in weird, uncomfortable ways.

As I leaned on the sofa, trying to balance, I hardly realised the stiffness spreading up my legs, strangely numb, like I couldn’t feel what I was supposed to anymore. I shook my head, opening and closing my mouth, but no sound came out.

Not as prickly numbness spread up and up my legs. I dared not lift a foot from the floor, feeling off-balance, tugged between my bloating, fattening thighs and my backside. But what were they transforming into? I could not yet tell whether my legs were becoming breasts or dicks — or something else entirely — but my butt transforming into a pair of balls helped guide me a little.

And my feet… I was only wearing socks and I watched, gulping, stomach churning, as they bloated out and out and out. Distending grotesquely, they strained the limbs of the stretchy fabric, somehow pushing me up onto my toes, though they didn’t feel like my toes anymore. They felt all clumpy and stuck together, the ache of my skin filling out, new flesh being created.

“Unfff…”

“Yes, give in Sara,” the Fae said, darting close and then away again, as if to get a good view. “You can’t do anything… Or can you? What if you try to get your trousers off? Then you can see more!”

I grunted and tried, though, of course, I should have realised that he was only being wicked to taunt me, without true malice. For the moment that my hands met my waistband again I climaxed, six cock fingers jetting off with long, thick spurts of cum at once. I cried out, the cocks all over my face bristling and wobbling, head spinning with lust, barely even able to concentrate on anything.

It was those orgasms, messy spurts slickening down my body, wetting me in places that I had not anticipated, that threw me off balance. For my legs were too thick, no joint remaining for my knee, no bone remaining, only soft, bulbous flesh with something thicker and flatter at the toe. I swayed, leaning over the sofa, but I couldn’t even fall onto it completely, sliding off the side and bouncing off my buttock balls, though there was more there than I had realised.

Ciri growled, trying to help, but the mountain lion swiftly backed off when jets of cum coated her, yowling and striving to shake it off. I would have apologised if I had at all been in my right mind, but I could not help it. It was out of my control, my body quivering, losing track of how many orgasms as my legs tightened more and more, fat sausage-like cocks shoved into bahçeşehir escort trousers that were far, far too tight for them.

And then they ripped, splitting halfway down the right leg and then the left, the balls straining into the now more open space of my rump. They were comfortable, kind of, from where I had slid off the sofa to the carpet, sort of left half sitting up against it. I whimpered, more and more testicles bulging from my backside — for now I could see the dark-skinned horse cocks fleshing out down the length of my legs, the skin wrinkling and smoothing where they filled out, the medial ring nicely defined. That might have been where my knees had been, but, well…that wasn’t something I cared about.

Not as orgasm claimed me, whimpering, moaning, not able to move, helpless. Once again, it gripped me with a shocking chill, that there was no going back, but, still…I didn’t think I was doing a bad thing. If I kept thinking that I was doing it all to save my friends, well…that helped. That made me think that I was doing it for a good reason, even if nothing would ever be the same again.

Cum dripped down my tits, splattering my giant cock legs — and there were no feet! No, those were forming into the flares, socks finally popping off comically, leaving the fat, fleshy flares to thicken and drool. I could only imagine how much cum for those would be stored up in the balls layered across my butt, each one the size of a soccer ball and still growing, bristling and wobbling against one another. Where they squashed in against each other the sensitivity ramped up, tingling and aching, leaving me with so many conflicting sensations that my brain didn’t know where to turn.

Maybe that was why my arms going weak and limp came as a surprise to me. Ciri had just darted away from another surprise orgasm, messy streaks coating the carpet, when I was forced to lean back more heavily against the soft. I tried to reach for my cock legs, to stroke down the length, but, for some reason, even as they fattened out further, like grotesque tree-trunk cocks, my arms did not reach as far as they had. Cum painted my cock legs, the flares oozing more and more, but I didn’t understand, not even as I pulled back, staring at my hands.

“What’s happening?” I asked, panic fluttering in my chest, snapping and snarling, trying to make me give in to it. “I… I feel weird…”

Had I missed something? I hadn’t spotted a flash of light but I had been otherwise occupied, the fabric of my shredded T-shirt shifting where it still hung over my shoulders and partially across my collarbone. The Fae’s grin told me that I had, but it still took me a while, distracted by orgasms and my fat cock legs bloating out more and more, quadrupling the thickness of the legs that I had had before, to work it out.

And I’d lost a foot of length from my arms by the time I realised: the Fae was shrinking my arms. The cock fingers even seemed to have gotten a little larger too, bloating to pump out their loads, the balls all clustered in more fervently. I whimpered, shaking my head, my mouth dry, so very dry. Fear clawed at me, wondering if I had gone too far — yet I had not been the one to ask for that one.

I had just given the Fae permission, of course, to use my body for a transformation like that, even if it had never been explicitly stated.

“This… My arms…”

The words slipped from my tongue but I couldn’t make full sentences. They were worthless in light of everything, struggling, shifting, trying to hold onto my arms esenyurt escort even though there was no way to make them longer again. I whined, staring plaintively at him, but the Fae only smirked, fluttering up for a better view as they shrank and shrank, losing inches, growing down to only about ten. The bone crunched, disintegrating, and I grunted, the sensation discomfiting to the extreme.

“Why don’t you try to squirm out of your shirt, now that your arms are shorter?” The Fae suggested, though there was still a sense of play about him that made me quiver. “Wriggle a bit… It’ll slip right off!”

Of course, I hadn’t taken into account there that my shirt was still trapped across my collarbone and neck, strained where it had not ripped fully, so there was no way for me to wriggle out of it. There was little strength in my body, even my torso and midsection feeling weak, my neck so sore, so heavy. There was so much weight on my head that even wrenching my body faintly back and forth, straining to worm my way out of the shirt as my arms shrank down to nubs, about six inches long each with the cock fingers and balls bristling out, exhausted me.

Maybe it was better to give in. Maybe it was better to reset for a while.

They shrank and I tried to look but my world had mostly become one of sensation alone with so many jerking dicks crowding my vision. There was only so much that I could do, after all, as my arms grew smaller and smaller until there was nothing left at all. A zap of light heralded the Fae tweaking his transformation a little, breasts bloating from my shoulders instead, ringed by all the dick fingers and the balls, all spread out as if in a perfect ring.

At least, that was how it felt to me. I would have looked in a mirror or even the window if I could have done so, but there was nowhere for me to see, lost in the pulling, tugging sensation of skin sucking in. The breasts filled out, fat and round, cocks rubbing up against one another, for there didn’t seem to be space for all of them — and only then did I realise that the Fae was adding more, splitting the cocks and leaving me with the feeling that they were being peeled apart like fruit, spitting cum all the while. More and more were added, plumping up with a swelling, pulling feeling, until they bristled in a perfect ring all around each breast that had been an arm, complete with a set of balls for each.

Without arms…I really was helpless. Not that I would have needed to, but there was something about having even the ability to stroke my pussy and slide a finger (well, I had contemplated using my cock fingers on myself already, of course) into my cunt taken away from me. It made me hot, all over, skin prickling, though there was still the bloating stretch of my legs still growing to dominate my attention, with my arms shrunken, useless, nothing-arms.

The breasts on my arm-shoulders (what could I even call that part of my body anyway?) thickened up, rounding out, the nipple perfectly in the centre, ringed by cocks and balls. I whined, shaking my head, quivering in place.

“Why is it so good?” I moaned, even though I kind of already knew the answer to that question, where my lusts lay. “I like…not having any arms. I like…being like this. Please… Please, do more to me.”

The Fae laughed and clapped his hands, spinning in a little airborne circle.

“Oh, don’t worry — you’re giving me plenty of ideas! We’re all going to have so much fun with you!”

The Fae grinned and tapped his nose.

“And I hope that you’ve got everything halkalı escort you need there too,” he said, as if a thought had only just occurred to him. “Because, well…you’re going to be stuck there now. Legless, armless… Funny how easily humans fall!”

I trembled, wanting more. But before I could even ask for something he was acting. It sent an electric thrill through me, despite being weakened and locked in place, horrifically and erotically transformed far beyond even Lara’s condition and loving every second of it. Everything was just so exotic, like my wildest dreams playing out, at long last, in reality.

Light flashed and I jolted, gasping as the potent magic sank into me. Oh, and it was not slow, not at all, not as it bristled to life all over my body. Cocks burst forth, much more swiftly than the other transformations, springing to stretching, fattening life all over my body. They were not discreet either about where they erupted from, filling space between the tits on the front of my body, squeezing between ones on my back, though every spot seemed to be random. One even managed to strain and bulge between my armpit and the tit that was there, balls hanging down over the breast as if it was where they should have been all along.

But there were more, so many more, the skin stretching bringing with it a flash, bristling between breasts, stubbornly elbowing their way out into the light with thick, flat flares, dripping and drooling. They were not all the same colours, but I could only see some of them with my head forced to tilt down from the weight of the dicks on my face. Some even erupted from the back of my head, forcing their way through my hair. I moaned, eyelashes fluttering, cocks wobbling, trying to find a way to stay with myself and root myself there, in the moment, to find some sense of my own reality too.

Or maybe it was all gone, gone forever.

A blob of breasts, a deacon of dicks, a bundle of balls. No more to me. No more to my body.

“Unff… Ooff… Owww…”

The pain of having so many sprouting over my body, all at once, did not escape me, not even as some started spraying cum even as they grew. I blinked rapidly, though it was hard to even feel anything else through the blistering swathe of orgasm pounding through, dragging my attention roughly back and forth, clawing and demanding.

It wanted more from me, so much more — but I didn’t know if I could give it! It was there, hauling me about like a wild beast, but even Ciri seemed quiet, hunkering down again. Maybe she also knew that there was too much going on for even her to do or say anything about, so many cocks finally sprouting from my neckline that the remnants of my shirt finally tore through completely and fell off. Where they ended up did not matter to me, not as I whined and gulped, swallowing my heated arousal.

Hair stuck awkwardly to the cocks coming from the back of my head, but I tried to shake it off, barely able to see the Fae though I caught the fluttering buzz of his wings. The cocks filled in every gap, even grinding right up between my cleavage, though the balls weighed down more heavily. The sacks filled with cum, making me feel, briefly, as if I was genuinely bloated, my mind trying to make sense of all the different sensations I was being forced to live through.

The balls weighed down, bumping into one another, hanging over tits, not caring where they were. There was so much weight to be that I didn’t think I could have moved even if I had had legs, sunken and shrunken, layered over with so many new balls that refilled themselves as soon as they had orgasmed that there was hardly any point in cumming at all. Cocks jerked and jetted off, my attention wrenched from one to the other, moaning and whimpering.

It didn’t seem that there would be any gaps in climaxes anymore…

Continued in part eleven…

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com hikaye takipçileri.
Ben bir hastabakıcı bayanım.
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Halı saha maçından geldiği birgün eve gelmeden biraz alkol almış kendi evine çıkmadan benim yanıma geldi.
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Acayip derecede bıkmadan beni boşaltana kadar yalamasından nasıl zevk aldığımı anlatamam sizlere.
Böyle bir hafta kadar ilişkimiz sürdü.
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Öyle yakışıklı ki onu eminim siz bile görseniz kızlar baştan çıkarsınız.
Kaslı, sevimli yüzü, güzel giyinen ve her şeyden önemlisi iri aletli ve iyi sikebilen biri… Bir süre bekaretimi veremeyeceğim konusunda aklımda büyük soru işaretleri vardı ve doğrusu pek de istekli değildim.
Liseli sevgilim ile sevişiyor, sürütünüyor ve anal ilişkiye giriyorduk.
Götten her yiyişim ayrı bir acı olmasına rağmen amıma elini sürdürmüyordum.
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Biraz alkol aldıktan sonra yine oynaşmaya başladık.
Sarhoş cesareti mi desem ne desem bilemiyorum işte o gün bekaretimi verme arzusu ile dolup taştım.
Kendisinden yavaş olmasını rica ettim, bacaklarımı açıp her zamanki gibi oral yapmasını istedim.
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Bir süre sonra hızlandı.
Artık çığlıklarımı tutamıyor ve bağırıyordum.
Elini ve parmaklarını ağzıma yoktu, beni kucağına alıp hızlıca sikmeye başladı.
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Tam azmış ve libidoyu arşa çıkarmış gibiydi.
Üstüne üstlük içime boşaldı.
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Alex Harper

I am a 6″1″, skinny, white, English schoolboy with messy dark brown hair named Geoff. Embarrassingly I am still a virgin at the age of 18 but I just say I’m picky. I attend a school in the North of England called St Aiden’s, which is what’s known as a ‘posh school’.

As I drove up to the school one morning I saw a large amount of people gathered in the courtyard, all dressed in home clothes. I soon realised it was the day of the annual trip to Glasgow which all geography students were forced to attend to somehow benefit the progress of their A-levels. I immediately noticed that this trip combined with the 6-hour art exam would mean there would be a very small amount of people in a lot of my lessons. Grinning from ear to ear, I jumped out of my red mini and waved at my friends who were ascending the steps of the geography trip bus. I galloped through the old school door and clambered up the 4 flights of stairs required to reach my common room. This brings me onto the subject of this story, Ellie Martin.

At 5″6″ she stood at about chin height on me, which I found perfect. She was bi racial, which meant that she had beautifully tanned skin. Her eyes were a gorgeous brown, squeaky-clean teeth and long flowing brown hair. Her body, in my opinion, was flawless. Although she did had a slightly larger figure this only enhanced her physical assets. Huge melons for boobs and an ass that I found my self staring at daily. This was all carried off with the sexiness of a model.

That morning I was met with the sight of her in a black sleeveless shirt with just the right amount of the buttons done up that was considered acceptable by the teachers but also enough for me to get a great look at her tits as they struggled against the shirt that barely contained them. I approached her in the tight corridor and was forced to open my body to her and stick to the wall to get past. However, as I did so Ellie stuck out her chest just a tad too much and I got a nice brush from her enormous jugs. She was unaware of the graze but it certainly had an impact on my virgin body.

My trousers began to protrude out in front of me and I was forced into an embarrassing hand-in-pocket situation in order to hide by hard on. Another thought of her huge tits would have made a mess on the school carpet. As I walked away, hand still in pocket, I turned round and saw an even more pleasing sight. A skin-tight skirt that gripped up to just below her ass! I looked on in awe as her ass moved and strained against the confines of that skirt. I saw the cheeks that I had had so many dre-

My back hit something hard and I immediately toppled over. Looking over behind me I saw a vast array of papers scattered all over the floor and my large French teacher on his back, still. I looked back over to Ellie. She was stood in the doorway to her common room looking back at me smiling sexily. I smiled back. After around 2 seconds I noticed her eyes were not on my face but on an object further down my body. My hand had fallen out of my pocket. Lying on my back with my boner reaching upwards must have given Ellie a pretty clear indication of how excited I was. Whether she knew what I was excited, for I was unsure of. After noticing me noticing her she winked and entered her door. Did someone way out of my league just look at me? I raised my fist into the air having triumphantly flirted for the first time in my life.

“What in God’s name are you so happy about, I could have died!!” my French teacher yelled in a, weirdly, thick Scottish accent. (I should clarify he was unable to see my crotch but saw the hand gesture).

“Nothing, sir, just having a great day” I grinned.

The first period was maths after which I had a sit out to revise in. I endured maths with the 4 other people that weren’t geographers or artists but managed to get through it utilising all the powers bağcılar eskort of my imagination. I imagined her bending down in front of me, her delectable ass pushing against the front of my trousers. I imagined her on top of me making out with me and worshipping my cock. Maths soon ended and because every person in my common room was away I was able to sit in my common room and let my hard on be free without having to lean forward or use the excesses of my shirt to cover my bulge.

Although I would have been happy to sit there all day and just think, exams were approaching and I needed some time dedicated to revision. Paper was required first. There was usually some lying around in the computer room but none today. This had me jumping for joy. This meant that I had to get more from where the paper was stored, and that place was the 6th form common room aka the home of the utterly breathtaking Ellie. Sprinting down the hall where a few stray papers from the earlier collision still remained, I crashed through the 6th form door.

“…hey…” I said gasping for air. She whipped her head round almost in slow motion, her hair flying behind her.

“oh… hi” she said smiling. Of course we’d never really been friends in her world, but in my dreams we were more than just friends.

“I need…” I pointed at the stack in the corner “…paper…”

“oh… Is that all?” she said disappointedly as he reached for the papers. Having regained my breath somewhat, I formed a proper sentence.

“yeah, gotta get some revision done.” I said straining to keep my eyes connected with hers as she leant over forwards for the paper, almost flaunting her voluptuous curves.

“ok what’s the revision on?”

“bit of everything really, I’m kind of struggling.” I was still keen on staying in the same room as her for as long as possible.

“Maybe… I can help?”

I stood slack jawed for a solid 4 seconds before snapping myself out of it and spluttering a “yes”. She giggled at my attempt at speech and passed me into the hallway, brushing her thigh against my zipper. I shuddered.

“ok but what about the 36? Surely that needs to be square rooted?”

“no because the X has no power above it.” She said smiling slightly.

“oh God I am an idiot. Sorry for this I know it’s a tad boring.”

“nah it’s fine. I was getting bored so its fun to hang out with someone so cute but also dumb.” She joked

“oi twat! I’m trying my hardest here!” I said in mock outrage.

She lightly punched me in the arm to which I responded with a punch or my own but slightly harder. She then pounced on me pinning me to the sofa we were doing work on. My first instinct had me resisting to which she laughed at. Being kind of lanky I was unable to lift her off me and she seemed like she was applying a lot of pressure to my arms. I soon realised that I was in an extremely advantageous position. Looking down the body that was currently straddling me I saw straight into the darkness of her cleavage and even saw the shades of the nipples. At this point I would have usually put my hands over my crotch to cover the inevitable boner but at that point I was unable to. I looked up at Ellie’s face and began squirming. I couldn’t have her getting a poke in the crotch from my little guy otherwise I would be the laughing stock of the school. I kicked and yelled at her to get off but she just thought it was all part of the game. I closed my eyes waiting for the inevitable penis to leg contact. And then it hit. The skin of her thigh felt wonderful against the trouser covered head of my penis but that was where the least amount of my attention was. I felt her grip relax and felt one of her hands leave my arm. Thinking that hand would be soon slapping me round the face, I clenched my face and flapped my free arm. I thought of how zeytinburnu eskort she would gossip to her friends and how they would gossip to theirs and how they would gossip to everyone else, with the lie getting more ridiculous with each person.

I felt her hand grab my face and my eyelids flew open. She sat over me, giggling sexily as my dick dragged further up her thigh meat towards her crotch. She leant her head down.

“Relax.”

She kissed me. It was gentle at first, like we were in love, and it soon started to grow in passion. My eyes were still open in shock as she ravaged my lips but I soon sank into it and closed my eyes. Her other hand reached for my face again and began holding it to hers just as her tongue started to invade my mouth. I too opened my mouth more and, with little to no experience, probed at this beauty’s mouth with my tongue in return. My hands were still above my head. After the shock of getting off with the fittest girl in school it was hardly surprising. Ellie, being experienced, soon realised my inexperience, grasped my hands, placed one on her back and one on her ass. Her ass… I was touching it. I dared myself to squeeze the juicy cheeks and succeeded. I was soon making her groan with the pressure I was putting on her huge ass and I could tell that she was ready to advance. She soon proved me right and dethatched herself from my lips.

Sitting up, still mounting me and with my hands still wandering over her ass, she ripped open her shirt revealing those two warlocks I had dreamed of restrained within a black lacy bra that looked way too small. I gripped her ass hard in reaction to the sight of them and after the bra had been flung to the other side of the room I grasped even harder, giving her a case of the giggles. I sat up on my hands and, without even asking for permission, stuck my face in between her tits and compressed her melons against my hungry face. I heard vague moans from above me but all I was really focused on was tanned funbags I had my face squished between.

After a good 2 minutes of praising her humungous chest, I felt her hands push me back onto the sofa. Upon falling back she dismounted me.

“you’re going to LOVE this.” She said with a wink as she turned around.

I lay back with my hands behind my head as she slowly lowered the zipper on her skirt. Inch by inch I saw more and more flesh and soon realised that she was wearing a thong. As I sat there gasping with excitement, Ellie lowered the skirt over the bulge of her butt, bending over just to emphasise the size. She then turned round and strutted up to me until she was towering over a dazzled me.

“I’ve never tried a 69” she said matter-of-factly “maybe you could be my first.”

With an open mouthed nod I indicated my enthusiasm and she immediately lost the thong giving me a clear view of what her beautiful thighs lead up to. A shaven cunt.

She straddled my face instantly, immediately coving my view of the outside world with her huge ass cheeks. I felt her hands wrestle with my trousers until both them and my boxers were pulled to my ankles as I felt a small breeze on the underside of my cock. I focused my attention on her vagina thinking the sooner I start the sooner she will. Taking a deep breath of pussy flavoured air I dived in with my unprepared tongue. I thought I’d make out with her pussy like I did with her earlier, and as soon as my lips wandered over her folds I received a groan of approval. I quickly brought my tongue into the mix, thrusting it into her sweet tasting hole. Her response was fast and I began to feel the wetness of Ellie’s mouth surrounding the head of my cock. Her lips were soft and caressed my dick at first. I continued to lick at her with my face in between her athletic bum cheeks. Her lips began bobbing on my cock a lot faster güngören eskort and I felt her tongue swirl over my head with every bob. I knew I was getting close. Grabbing hold of her mighty behind I, regretfully, pushed her off me and stood up.

“what’s wrong?” she asked kneeling down in front of me, looking up with a pout.

“I don’t wanna blow too soon.”

“Ahh, you want to fuck me first don’t you big boy?” she asked teasingly.

Already knowing the response she stood up and walked over to the sofa, over emphasising her ass movements. she gestured for me to sit in the centre of the sofa. I sprang over and jumped into the indicated spot. She confidently sat on my lap with her entrance poised over the head of my 8 inch prick. I looked up at her wondering what she was waiting for. She grabbed my face, pulled me into a hard kiss and began to sink down onto my length. The warmness of her cunt felt wonderful against my skin and I just sat, balls deep and locked in a passionate kiss with a girl straight from my fantasies. Her tits were crushed against my chest and I felt her nipples rubbing against my pecks. She soon began to rock on my ever so slightly. I could feel about an eight of my length enter and leave her with each rock but that was more than enough to keep me happy.

I grabbed hold of her ass and decided to take charge after a while. With a cheek in each hand I pulled Ellie up to just below the head of my cock and quickly dropped her. She groaned loudly, urging me on with the occasional “fuck me”. I repeated the pattern again and again getting more frantic with each drop. She soon began to relieve me of my lifting and started to raise and herself with her own athletic thighs onto my fully erect dick. The slapping of skin on skin soon filled the room and I was groaning at every drop. I muffled my own noises by stuffing one of Ellie’s massive tits into my mouth. My tongue swirling around her bronzed nipple causing a moan to shudder through her body.

Annoyingly she stood up.

“Babe. The ass please.”

I became less annoyed. She placed one hand on the sofa cushion next to me and used her other to slap her arse, inviting me in. I darted behind her and was greeted with the sight of a tight brown eye.

“you got any like… slippery stuff?” I asked

“nah babe, bareback please!” she said in a pleading tone

I didn’t want to hurt her so I spat on my cock and then on my finger, which I put in her ass hole and wiggled. Feeling satisfied that I wouldn’t rip her, I put my head at the entrance and pushed forward. I felt her resist but I knew she wanted it so I held the curve of her waist and pushed it back onto my dick as I pushed forward. “nggghhhhuuuuuhhh” she yelled, as my cock head slipped into her fat ass in an instant. I started forward again progressing inch by inch with her asshole becoming more and more stretched. I finally reached the hilt and again we just stood there enjoying the feeling. I leant forward and rested on her back. She turned her head and I my lips were met by hers. We shared a passionate lustful kiss both really going at each other’s mouths. I flapped my arms around her body, until I reached her dangling tits. Caressing them I kissed down Ellie’s neck and the top of her back. I started to pump. At first slowly, only doing about a quarter of my length. With each thrust I pulled out more of my length, which was then immediately stuffed back in. When I reached my full length I went for it. I pushed with all my might into her ass over and over, pounding her and demolishing her hole. She screamed with every thrust but still begged me for more. My balls were slapping against her vagina with every thrust and I could tell she had orgasmed at least three times. I leaned over again grasping her tits roughly, our sweaty bodies meeting in a cucoon of lust. She begged me to come inside her. After 20 minutes I fulfilled her wish. I shot gallons of jizz, filling her anus to the brim after which she shuddered to an orgasm too.

We collapsed together, my slightly deflated penis still half inside her in the spooning position.

“Not bad for a first timer” she said, out of breath.

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010 What the hell was that?

On the drive home from the gym I kept thinking about Jamie and the interaction we had. I wasn’t as fixated on her 32HH bra size, although it was erotic as hell to me, especially the way they stuck out on the sides of her chest and you could see them while she had her back to me. But it was more about the life changes that she mentioned. The exercise issues, running, swimming etc., the bumping into things with them, the struggles with bras, sports bras, clothing, and the attention or people asking to feel them.

I got home and took a real shower with soap, still trying to imagine the issues and how I’d really feel about having to deal with those changes. I really ruminated on our conversation and tried to thoroughly imagine and think through this list of challenges. All evening I thought about this even as I went to bed I was still mentally chewing on these. I drifted off to sleep still fixated on this part of deciding if I wanted very large breasts or not. My small C breasts looked good on me, I thought so and the not so well disguised glances at me in the gym along with the guys looking at each other and then both looking over in my direction were confirmation to me.

That night I dreamt about having breasts that were a double H cup, and how they would affect me and my daily life. The glimpses that I can remember, bumping things or people, bra shopping, people staring, and exercising. I woke up and laid there trying to replay my dreams as they were still fresh in my mind. The things about my dreams, when I have and remember them, is that they illicit an emotional response. I would wake up mad or scared from dreams my whole life.

But last night after these dreams, that were different than the other dreams that just were about having large breasts, these were more realistic. I remember that the instant that I woke up I felt, happy, fulfilled, complete, and turned on if I’m being totally honest. I felt my panties and they were moist. I continued to rub my clitoris furthering the excitement. I was so wet that etiler eskort I could feel my arousal fluid starting to run down my thighs and on to the sheets. I looked over for my small and only vibrator I owned. It was there on my night stand, and plugged in to charge! I grabbed it and turned it on, I immediately assaulted my clitoris that was engorged and had pushed the clitoral hood completely off it. I had never experienced this before and the vibrator for the first time actually was directly on my exposed clitoris. I almost hit the ceiling! I immediately stuck a finger in my vagina, not even bothering massaging either labia as I usually will do. I could feel my vagina swollen with blood and gripping at my finger. I was so turned on it was nothing like I had felt ever before. As or orgasmed my vagina relaxed a bit and I stuck a second finger inside me and furiously pistoned them in and out just grazing my G-Spot that I could barely reach. I orgasmed again feeling my abdominal muscles contract as my vagina spasmed wildly. I could feel the wet spot growing as the mattress got wetter and wetter, but I couldn’t care less. I orgasmed so hard I moaned out loud, I’d never done that before, even the most intense orgasms I’d had I never uttered more than a small grunt with my exhalation.

I still felt that I had another orgasm coming and building. I was in total ecstasy with my whole body twitching from the pleasure. As my 3rd orgasm was building, without thinking I inserted a 3rd finger in myself. I had never done that before. I felt my vaginal opening stretched tight around my fingers. I’d never felt anything like it before, being stretched open. I made a tight ring around my cluster of fingers that were now jammed in me as far as I could get them. My vagina hurt ever so slightly from how wide I was forced open with no mercy, from my own fingers. As I slowly felt myself stretching to accommodate my fingers I slowly got more vigorous with my jamming them in me as far as I could possibly reach. All the while wishing they were longer cihangir eskort to reach further inside me and better rub my G-Spot. After a few more seconds I was practically clawing at my vagina and specifically the edge of my G-Spot, trying desperately to reach deeper in me.

It only took a few seconds of this to detonate the orgasm that was boiling up in me. My hips undulated trying to allow me to reach deeper and deeper. Then my hips started involuntarily bucking wildly. I was fucking my own hand for all I was worth. Then it happened, I EXPLODED violently with an orgasm like nothing I’d ever felt before. As my vaginal muscles spasmed and hungrily grabbed at my fingers buried inside me, I could also feel my abdominal muscles almost cramping. This was another gut crushing orgasm. A second later I felt a gush of liquid blast its way out of me. It forced its way out around my fingers further stretching my already abused vagina as it hit my hand and sprayed everywhere. It sprayed my entire torso, face, hair, and I think it got a bit on the head board of my bed.

It only lasted a second and was over.

I groaned in relief that my abdominal muscles finally relaxed and released their GI-Joe Kung-Fu grip on my organs. Laying there breathing like I’d just ran a 4 minute mile and sweating profusely I slowly regained my bearings. The entire world disappeared during that orgasm. I remember thinking that I could have had a group of my co-workers there watching and I wouldn’t have cared. Just as I had that thought I felt my vagina twitch and quiver, along with an almost uncontrollable seizure like jerking of my inner thighs. Was I more turned by the thought of people watching as I violently masturbated? That’s going to be lodged in the back of my mind now.

Removing my soaked hand and cramping fingers from me, I felt myself contract. It was like my vagina contracted from relief. Almost like you jerk a hand away from a flame, or scalding water. As I sat up, or rather tried to sit up it hurt. My abs were sore. I had to help avrupa yakası eskort push myself up with my still wet hands. I finally managed to sit up and after 3-4 minutes actually stand. Wow I thought, is that what an orgasm was supposed to feel like? Can a penis actually do that to me? And the worst thought of all that firmly slammed me back to reality, “Is this what I’ve been missing for the 13 years I had been married?” As technically Brandon and I were still married just separated.

Surveying the mess I had made there was a wet spot on the mattress that had to be over a foot across. The sheets were wet and there were droplets arranged on the rest of the sheets that clearly defined where I was laying during that eruption. Wow I thought that was intense. As I stood there still recovering I noticed a buzzing sound, who was calling me this early, oh shit did something at the datacenter crater and I was going to have a smoking hole [figuratively] to unfuck when I got to work? But the buzzing was constant and not pulsing, that was definitely not my phone.

As I surveyed the room looking for what was buzzing, in the dim light of the sun slowly moving to the horizon. I followed the buzzing to the narrow space between the bed and nightstand. I saw a glowing blue light. Reaching down in curiosity I picked up what ever it was there in the darkness. As soon as I touched the thing I realized it was my vibrator. How in the hell did it end up there? Surely I didn’t orgasm so hard that it threw the thing the 3-4 feet to the nightstand. Turning it off I walked shakily to the bathroom. I cleaned off the vibrator and immediately put it back on the charger. I figured that I was definitely going to need it again today.

Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror I looked completely disheveled. I had to shower and that was going to make me run late. I got in the shower and started to lather up and noticed that I was still so sensitive that even the water flowing across my labia made my opening and vagina, shiver, that’s the only way I can describe it.

Hurriedly I got dressed, put my hair back in a ponytail as there was no time to spend drying it and trying to make it look presentable. I grabbed a protein bar and hurried out the door to hopefully still beat the morning traffic surge that turns the freeways into parking lots here in Los Angeles.

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This experience was a game we talked about many times, I just needed the opportunity. I was to get another man’s hand in my panties at the movies, have him get me off. Use him for my benefit. Rules were set, which included staying in touch as much as I could, and posting the experience here.

The perfect opportunity arose to play out our game late one evening. I was heading to the movies with a friend of mine, John. I am in my early 30s, 5’4, size 6. Sexy and attractive, all around cute. I took a few pictures of myself dressed casually in a sweatshirt and yoga pants and sent them to you as I was walking out the door. I was everything from “simply irresistible” to “teasing.”

I texted you the entire way to the theatre while I was in the car with John. I was warming up from the knowledge of our game, the sexual aspect of the movie we were going to see, and most of all the added encouragement from you.

We were two of three people in the theatre. Part way through the movie, John’s hand moved to my leg, rubbing the top of my thigh softly. I slipped out of the movie so that I could text you, tell you what was going on. You were very excited at the thought.

I went back to the theatre, sat down and leaned my leg back against him. Giving him the okay to touch me again. He started running his fingers up my thigh, coming close to my pussy, but not touching it. Doing the same with my other leg. It was so soft and teasing; I was very aware. He kept that same light touch and finally grazed his fingers over my pussy.

The movie ended and we just stayed talking in the theatre. I thought the other person in the theatre would never leave! As he did, he stopped and talked to us for a bit. I leaned forward slightly as I turned, and John slipped his arm behind me and started rubbing my back. When we were alone again, I leaned completely forward in my seat, his rus escort hand stayed on my back, moving under my sweatshirt and lower into the waist of my pants. We kept talking, just idle chit chat, getting more comfortable sitting there in the empty theatre.

He said that we should go find another mostly empty theatre that is still showing. I convinced him to just stay where we were. I didn’t want him to think he could get me that quickly! His hands moved to my stomach, lightly touching and caressing. As we were talking about how long it would be before an employee came into the room, his hands moved to my breasts. John pulled the front of my bra down as he leaned forward and kissed me. He squeezed my nipples, enjoying my breasts. He opened the clasp of my bra, let my tits be free to enjoy. All of a sudden everything stopped in the theatre. The music stopped playing, the lights went out. We were sitting in total darkness. I was getting concerned about that, will someone come check and we get in trouble, or will we be forgotten?

As he lifted up my sweatshirt, my phone fell out of my front pocket. It was like a reminder that I needed to get into touch with you, though I needed none. I convinced him we needed to head out. As we left I thought that was the end of the evening; that the game could continue another time. “You are so bad,” he told me as we headed to the car. “Nah, I just didn’t stop you.”

The drive back toward my house provided colorful conversation. We talked about the movie, first experiences seeing the opposite sex naked, whether we should stop and have a few drinks. All the while I was texting you, telling you what had happened thus far. We decided that we should stop and have a few drinks before calling it a night. After the drinks at the bar, he pulled into a construction area, just around the corner from my house and istanbul eskort we parked and talked some more. I continued to text you, tell you where I was, what was happening. He said he wanted to pick up where we left off, that he wanted to touch me.

I teased him a little, telling him we couldn’t in the car, it was late, had to be up early, all the excuses. I wanted to see how much he wanted it. I also did want to get home to you. I finished texting you, and turned to him. He leaned over the console to kiss me, his body pushing me toward the car door. He was bolder this time, away from the theatre. His hand moved straight to my pussy, but touching only on the outside of my pants. He reached up inside my sweatshirt again, teasing my breasts. It was not the most comfortable set up, and he grew frustrated. John suggested we should get into the backseat. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him move that fast before. I followed him to the back; I didn’t figure we’d be too long.

I sat down next to him and he again leaned into me and picked up where we left off. It ended up with me leaned back, between the end of the seat and a bit on the door. As he kissed me, his hand went to my pussy again and then running back up to my waist, stomach and breasts. He finally reached down and put his hand in my pants.

I thought, “Yes”, I did it. Now that he was there, I wanted him to get me off. His fingers found the wet lips of my pussy. He teased my entire pussy, moving up and down my slit, around my clit. It felt good, really great. The expression on his face looked like he was getting something he’d been thinking about for a long time.

As he was playing with me and leaning over me, he said, “Why do I feel like you’ve been here before?” My answer was indecisive. He kept teasing me with his fingers, feeling me wet. He still didn’t rub me or feel taksim eskort me enough. Instead, his mouth went to my breasts, sucking and teasing. It felt really good, but I had to ask him to back off a little bit. It was a little too hard. After I had more shortness of breath, some moaning, he put his hand back in my pants and just rubbed my clit. He was getting me so hot, I was getting close to cumming. He pushed his fingers into me, deep. Did he ever want me…

He stopped me short and told me he told me he loved to taste pussy, that he wanted it. He started pulling my pants down lower to around my knees, bending my legs forward over my head so that my pussy was exposed to him and then went down to suck on me. He licked me, pushed his tongue into my pussy, sucked on my clit. He made me very hot, I enjoyed all he was giving to me. He made me cum laying there on my back like a little slut – your little slut.

I thought that would be it, and then he came up again and started rubbing and fucking my pussy again with his fingers. I never begged for it, but I told him it felt good. He had to have enjoyed me and fucked me with his fingers at least two or three times and sucked on me a good long while. I know he wanted me to touch him, was probably thinking about how good of a fuck I could be. Even though I am your dirty girl, I was a good girl that night. I didn’t touch him at all. I kept my hands to myself, just taking what he was giving me, and enjoying every minute of it. Being that naughty girl. I must have cum at least three times that afternoon.

When I noticed what time it was and I was satisfied, I was very anxious to get back to you. I called you right away and told you what had happened. That I had gone farther than the plan, hoped you forgave me for it. I just wanted to be honest with you. Even told you that John thought you would probably punch him when you met him, considering everything.

I loved the game, making the step but very much would like the next time to be with you there too. I want us both to feel good, want you included, I want to feel like the very naughty girl with you. Just tell me when and where…

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