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This is the 6th part. All characters over the age of 18.

I’ve rather pushed my own boundaries in this chapter. There’s more bodily function fetish. I argued with myself as to whether it was absolutely necessary, but decided that to take the story where I want to it was needed. If that upsets you please go elsewhere…

*****

As things turned out discovering the truth about my boss Dawn and her relationship with Marion, my landlady, part time mistress, and Matron of The Firs, was easier than I thought it would be.

Dawn rang me early on Monday morning to ask when we could go through the work I was meant to have re-done over the weekend. I agreed to meet her at 2pm, which gave me time to actually do it, – I’d been rather busy at the weekend, on Saturday with Marion the Matron and on Sunday with Fay my hairdresser and part time crush…

The weals on my recently caned behind were starting to heal, and the bruises were starting to go through their rainbow of colours before fading away.

When I got down to Dawn’s office a little before 2pm, it was clear that there was something amiss. Her PA, Dee was not at her desk, and the door to Dawn’s offfice was wide open.

I knocked gently on the door and put my head round to see what was going on.. Dee was sat in one of the chairs in front of Dawn’s desk. Dawn beckoned me in and pointed at the other chair. She was on the phone, I sat down.

“Well that’s absolutely no bloody good, she goes into hospital tomorrow,” She said in an exasperated voice.

There was a pause whilst the other person spoke to Dawn…Idly, I studied Dee.

She was a rather prim looking woman. Probably late thirties, she dressed in a sort of homage to a maiden aunt. Dark three quarter length pleated skirt, black pantyhose, low patent pumps and high necked plain cream blouse with ruffle cuffs.

Her face, wearing slightly too much foundation and blusher was, without wishing to be unkind, rather plain. Dark eyes, heavy brows, thin lips and a rather prominent chin. She had little chest to speak of, but full hips. A classic pear shape. The only thing that showed any style, was her hair, which was short, dark, wavy and clearly had been recently beautifully cut. I pondered as to whether it was Fay’s handiwork…

I fell out of my reverie as Dawn’s voice raised once again, …”Well that’s ridiculous, I’ll take my business elsewhere,” and the phone was slammed into its cradle.

“Bloody hell!.. Agency Staff!” She shouted, her brow furrowed, and her eyes raised to the heavens.

“Right… Jane,” and she paused…”Yes Jane…obvious really… yes that’s what we’ll do…Jane.”

“Sorry?”

“Yes, Jane, glad you’re here, you’re just the person I want?”

“Oh…?” I had no idea what she was on about…

“You see Jane, Dee here has got to go into hospital, so I need your help.” She got up from

her desk as she was speaking and made her way to the door and closed it.

“I see,” I replied, actually not seeing anything at all…

Dawn returned to her desk, steepled her fingers and went on.

“Dee I’m sure you won’t mind if we take Jane into our confidence here will you?”

“Well I’d rather…”

“I thought not…” Dawn interrupted and continued “so you see Jane, Dee needs this operation, and it’s tomorrow. It’s a rather delicate matter really,… she needs to have corrective surgery on her vagina,” Dawn’s matter of fact manner anything but delicate.

There was a squeak from a Dee at the mention of the word vagina and she wriggled in her chair. Dawn went on.

“It’s that son she had that’s to blame you see Jane. He was a breach birth and over nine pounds. He did rather a lot of damage to poor Dee’s insides on his way out. I think the episiotomy helped didn’t it Dee, but it just needs to be put right doesn’t it?”

I looked at Dee. She was becoming distressed that the the state of her sexual organs and her difficult childbirth was being so openly discussed.

Dawn carried on, warming to her task, clearly enjoying the humiliation of her PA.

“So the operation is tomorrow at the Westgate Clinic. You probably won’t know it Jane, but it’s where middle aged women go to get their nips and tucks. It’s got a frightfully good reputation. Dr Kahn is a wizard cunt surgeon.”

The coarse language caused an even louder squeak to emerge from Dee, and unless my eyes were deceiving me she was blushing profusely.

“You see Dee’s husband has become rather unfaithful. He’s been, mmmm how shall I put it… yes…I think it’s best to say he’s been screwing their young Latvian nanny, because Dee’s just too sloppy now…!”

“Dawn please… stop it, please…??” Dee’s voice, quiet…, pleading…desperate…

Dawn carried on. “So they are going to tighten things up, and also fix that little bladder leak aren’t they Dee? And did you agree to that work on your clitoral hood or not in the end? I’ve forgotten.”

Dee squealed at this latest revelation. “Dawn!!'”

“Oh, so you are having bayburt escort it done…good…I’m sure Peter will appreciate it if works… it’ll make it much easier for you to reach orgasm..”

I think my mouth probably fell open at this point. The sight of Dawn smirking and Dee sitting there, shaking with distress was completely weird. It backed up my previous belief that Dawn was a cold blooded bitch…and poor Dee… I felt so sorry for her, humiliated by her boss now, as well as by her husband…

It appeared that the Agency were not able to provide the promised Temp after all, and Dawn’s idea was to second me to be her PA, whilst poor Dee had her surgery and tried to save her marriage…and that of course gave me complete access to Dawn’s calendar and files…

I felt a small sense of triumph, it had all been so easy.

Outside I tried to give Dee a hug as a gesture of support but it seemed to upset her equilibrium even more, as she pulled free from me, found her bag and dashed off to the toilet…

***

The only thing that clouded my rather successful day that Monday was the arrival of my period. It was three days early according to my phone app and I was ill prepared. I hadn’t even had the usual twinges to advise me of it’s imminent arrival. I left work early so I could stop at the Pharmacy before it closed. I picked up a few bits of shopping too and went home prepared for a quiet night in.

It was just getting dark. I’d eaten, made some Camomile tea, put sweats on and was just about to settle on the sofa with a copy of a fashion magazine before taking a bath, when the door buzzer sounded.

I went to the intercom and picked up the handset.

“Jane?”

“Yes?”

“It’s Marion Palmer. Can I come in please?”

“I was contemplating an early night. Can it not wait? I can call you in the morning.?

“No it can’t. I have my own key anyway, as you know, I’m coming up.” The line went dead.

The cheek of the woman. Her sheer brass neck quickened my pulse. I wanted to be rid of her, but like a moth drawn to light I couldn’t, I just couldn’t. I scolded myself inwardly for my weakness…

I took the chain off the door, and opened it. Moments later Matron appeared. She was in her full uniform, and she was carrying a small clipboard and a shoulder bag.

“This won’t take long,” she said settling herself down in the armchair at right angles to the sofa without so much as a ‘by your leave.’ She opened her shoulder bag and pulled out a pen and her mobile phone.

“It’s time we had a review of your case Jane. I’m conscious we are late doing it. We also need to talk about your diet. Right where shall we start. Oh yes I know, lets have a look at your bottom first. I want to admire Solange’s handiwork. Slip those things off will you?”

What was it with this woman? Why did I become so utterly submissive the moment she spoke?

I moved in front of her with my bottom towards her and slowly peeled my sweat pants down to my knees. My bottom, clad in pale green bikini panties, probably only a foot from her face…

“Hurry up,” her voice now icy.

I lowered my panties, conscious that the small white tampon string would now be revealed between my thighs..

“Oh that’s a lovely sight,” Marion said approvingly, and then her fingers were caressing my bottom cheeks and cupping them gently. “Solange must be congratulated. Now stand still whilst I take some photographs Jane,” and so I stood and waited whilst Marion got her phone out.

“Marion, you’re not going to keep these photos are you?” I asked a small hint of pleading in my voice.

“Of course I am Jane, they must go in your file. I might even publish some of them as part of your case study in a Medical Abstract if we find anything remotely interesting about you.”

“But…?”

“No buts Jane, now bend over and touch your toes so I can get some shots of your little openings. They’re so much prettier now we’ve got rid of all that dreadful hair.”

I did as I was told. A small yelp of excitement emerged from Marion as my anus and fig were fully revealed.

“Oh you’re on your period. How lovely. Why didn’t you say so earlier. Hold on let me just make a note of that. When did it start? I’m sure it wasn’t due, I checked that before I came over.”

“A few hours ago. It’s early,” I said rather timidly. Nothing could be kept from Marion…and my insides started to cramp as the humiliation started to build in this latest stage of her inquisition.

‘Right, now I’ll just have that tampon out then,” and in seconds, firm fingers were holding my labia apart whilst others were pulling purposefully on the string.

“There, lovely,” Marion said with glee, and the next thing I could see was that she was putting the heavily soiled tampon in a zipped plastic bag.

“Now let me see those panties too Jane, what other treasures are you hiding from me?”

“Er nothing Marion, nothing,” I proffered, but by bartın escort this point my blood was starting to run cold with fear of what she’d find next.

I kicked off my trainers and pulled the sweats and panties off my legs. My worst fears were confirmed by what I saw in doing so. The panties were quite stained in the gusset…I was so embarrassed. This wasn’t meant to happen, this was meant to be a quiet night in…!!

Marion took the small bundle of pale green cotton and immediately inverted the gusset and showed it to me.

“Ooh dear Jane. Look at all this. I’d have to say that your personal hygiene has got very lax hasn’t it..? I can see blood and poo in the gusset unless I’m very much mistaken… No need for a white glove test for you young lady, you’re guilty already!

I’m going to be taking these panties away with me and we will have to talk about your poor hygiene when you come and see me this Friday.”

“But it’s not my fault, I was going to have a night in and a bath before bedtime. You arrived unannounced, I didn’t have time to get ready.” I protested weakly, the colour starting to rise in my cheeks.

“Nonsense girl, of course it’s your fault. Who else’s could it be after all? Anyway, enough of that, go and get me a large glass bowl and two large glasses of water. Oh and bring me your most expensive silk blouse.”

This rather eclectic mix of requirements slightly disarmed me. It took me a few minutes to find the maroon silk blouse my mother had sent me from Thailand. I had only just recently had it dry cleaned so it was swathed in polythene.

Returning to the lounge with the requirements, I was surprised to see Marion standing by the sideboard, now just wearing a small black lace corset. Her breasts, unfettered, jutting out proudly, nipples already engorged.

Down below, in all it’s glory, her hairy pussy, black with flecks of grey running riot between her thighs and up towards her navel.

“Ah there you are, what on earth took you so long? Now put all those things down on the table. Put the silk blouse on the carpet and put the bowl in middle of it.”

I started to do as I was bid.

“Yes that’s right and hurry up..”

“Right now pickup the water, give me one glassful and you take the other. Right now drink it all down in one go.”

We stood facing each other, and slowly drained the glasses of their cool contents.

“Right good. Now let’s have the rest of your clothes off, I want to look at your armpits and those rather insignificant breasts of yours.”

It was true that my breasts were rather small, but my large nipples had always made up for it. This was one area where any attempt to humiliate me would have no effect. I was very comfortable with my bee sting boobs, even if Marion’s mature bangers were enviable.

I pulled my sweats over my head and I unclipped the pale green bra. Marion beckoned for me to give it to her, and soon enough, the bra joined the panties in a zipped plastic bag. I was then directed to stand with my arms raised, hands clasped at the back of my head and legs apart.

Marion spent probably ten minutes photographing me from pretty much every angle.

She also inspected my armpit scrub of hair and murmured with satisfaction when she poked her nose up close. I was still not allowed to wear anti-perspirant. Her tongue gently washed each armpit in turn, and when she had drunk her fill of my sweat and pheromones, she rose up and kissed me on the lips, forcing her tongue between them.

I tasted earthy and salty, and to be honest not very nice. Marion seemed quite happy though, her lips glistening with our mixed up fluids.

I was then instructed to sit on the sofa, whilst she sat in the armchair. For the next thirty minutes we went through my diet, and what I should and should not eat. As usual with Marion, she wanted to get to know every intimate detail about my digestive tract, and particularly about my bowels… it was so humiliating. When, where, how, what, colour, smell… she was so insistent, so insistent. Gradually she dragged what she wanted out of me. I felt drained, she was just so dominant…

After a while I realised I was sitting on the sofa without any sanitary protection. I became increasingly edgy that I would leave a mark on the pale covers.

What could I do? Marion kept banging on about the benefits of pulses and beans in my diet… I tried to edge forward on the cushion. This was only partly successful as I found that it put more pressure on my bladder and I really needed to pee.

Marion knew exactly what was going on of course, and was probably quietly revelling in my latest dilemma.

“Jane, I think that will do for now on diet. I do expect you to make these changes, so I hope you have been paying attention. We will look into it in more details again on Friday at the Surgery, ok?”

I nodded, wondering whether a session at the surgery on diet, meant that Marion would be subjecting me ığdır escort to more enemas… I suspected it would…

“Jane, the final thing I want to do tonight is to have us service each other properly. I’m aware that on Saturday you didn’t really get the full benefits of my experience. I believe you had to finish yourself off with your fingers which was not really my intention.”

“That’s OK,” I said, my mind frantically working overtime thinking where this was all going to go next.

“On your knees in front of me, Jane.” She was standing legs akimbo on my silk blouse, the glass bowl directly beneath her. I kneeled down, my knees caressed by the soft silk.

“Lick.”

It was just one word, but that one word told me who was i charge. I leaned forwards and preferred my tongue to the hairy minge in front of me.

She was sour to taste initially. It was intentional no doubt. She’d not washed before she came, and probably not wiped herself properly either…As I increased the tempo and pressure of my tongue on her button she started to sweeten a little…I ventured a little lower.

Getting my tongue between her lower lips proved to be quite an effort, her pubes were so dense and so long. Her aroma started to fill my nostrils, my own juices started to flow too. I knew the blouse would be done for even then…this was going to be tense and torrid, it was obvious.

After a while a hand grabbed me under my chin and pulled me to my feet. As our tongues merged I felt two fingers pierce me down below, and an urgent pumping commenced in my tunnel, a thumb occasionally tweaking my clit.

I swooned with the urgency of it all. I was surprised to be so close to taking pleasure when I was expecting to be the servant to my mistress’s desires. Marion was cunning though. She knew what she was doing and got my arousal up to close to its peak but never allowed me over. Her hands would fall away or one of my nipples would be tweaked. A couple of times resounding slaps landed on my bruised buttocks, causing me to yelp and pull away from our embrace. Then she forced me down on my knees again and my tongue buried itself in her wetness once more.

The first small jet of pee she released into my mouth fooled me for a second. I thought she may be squirting… both of us were now hot and wrapped up with our mutual passion. But then a hand, and then a second bore down on the top of my head and forced me into her hairy mass. A warm wet stream flowed between my lips and the smell of urine greeted my nostrils.

“Drink it all Jane please,” her voice, slightly hoarse with the urgency of her need, but still firm in its intent…

So I did…and just when I could barely swallow another drop, she came on my lips, and I gobbled a sweeter nectar..

I pulled away. I was wet, and so was the blouse, the carpet and the bowl.

I looked up at Marion. She smiled, as a teacher smiled at a willing student.

“Good Jane good. You really let your inhibitions go. It was lovely. Now I want you to do one more thing for me, and then I will really reward you.

Marion knelt down on to her knees, her body on the sofa cushions. Her knees were now resting on the blouse the glass bowl between them.

“Wash me Jane. Wash me properly.”

I needed no more bidding. Back down on my knees my tongue lapped straight into the pink depths under all the hair. Up an down, up and down I washed again and again. A willing submissive desperate for approval…

“Higher,” came the instruction.

The tip of my tongue felt for the small rosette, my nose disappearing into the hairy crack, and the smell of earthy ordure assaulted my membranes.

“Wash.”

I stuck to my task, the fingers of one of my hands floating down to my nubbin, the other up to Marion’s.

We struck a rhthym, it was heavenly for all of its dirtiness and the bitter flavours that were all around my mouth. She was so close and so was I…

Suddenly without warning Marion cried out in ecstasy as she came again. As she did I felt her rosette blossom, and my tongue touched an emerging gift.

I panicked and pulled away.

“Catch it in your hands Jane do not drop it.”

Transfixed, I watched my hands gather up the hot dark stool as she forced it out. She had shitted in my hands. This was my reward…

I sat on my knees stunned at what had happened. Marion turned round, and reached below, searching for my clitoris. She then massaged me, with tenderness but deliberate purpose.

The brown turd lay in my hands. I was unable to move.

Marion warmed up the tempo on my button and I suddenly felt the stirrings..

I’m ashamed to say I orgasmed with such huge force that my complaining bladder let go too. The hot stream soaking Marion’s arms and the blouse and carpet.

We collapsed, panting and kissing at the climax of our decadence, my hands still holding their disgusting prize…

***

I ran to the bathroom to dispose of the awful brown mass.

I washed my hands and arms and cleaned my teeth. I felt so dirty. It was the fact that I’d enjoyed it that I was so ashamed of, I’d enjoyed every minute of my subjugation.

When I returned to the lounge, Marion was fully dressed sitting in the armchair. She was making notes in a small black note book.

She smiled at me, a thin smile of shared guilt.

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Elaine used to dread going to the dentist. The old man who had treated her all her 35 years was slow to adopt the new, pain reduction techniques. Finally he retired and Elaine had to find a new dentist. That’s when she discovered Tom.

Tom was the new dentist in town. Young and good looking he was rapidly building his practice. A friend had recommended him to Elaine, telling her to ask for the laughing gas, that Doctor Tom made it available to those who requested it, and that it was fantastic. She also whispered that it was rumored that Doctor Tom was having an affair with his sexy assistant.

It was a Friday afternoon and Elaine had gotten the last appointment of the day. She arrived on time, only to find that Tom was behind schedule. An elderly man was seated in the waiting room, drumming his fingers impatiently on the arm of his chair.

“I hope you brought a book,” he said. “He will need at least half an hour with me, when he finally gets started.”

She returned his smile. “Yes, I have something to read. I sort of expected there would be a delay at the end of the day.”

The man looked her over with the directness characteristic of older people who are past the point of worrying about social etiquette. She was wearing tight cotton slacks and a snug top with big blue buttons, and his eyes traced every curve. Although she looked away, she was proud of her figure and secretly pleased by the man’s attention.

“If he only knew what I brought to read,” she thought. “He might have a heart attack.”

The fact was that Elaine enjoyed reading erotic stories, especially those about the adventures of sexually submissive women. Tales of corporal punishment and women enjoying being forced to give up control aroused her powerfully, and she had found a wealth of such stories on the internet. A print out of a new story by one of her favorite authors was in her handbag.

She took a seat across the room from the man, where she was sure he could not see what she was reading. Retrieving the stapled pages from her bag, she began to read. It was a long story about a young woman employee in an English manor house. Although it was obvious from the opening paragraphs what was going to happen, Elaine quickly became engrossed in the narrative.

The man pretended to read his magazine, but he kept glancing at the attractive woman in front of him. Her constantly changing facial expressions and breathing fascinated him. When the dental assistant came to usher him in to the treatment room, he indicated with his eyes and a nod of his head that she should observe Elaine. They both watched silently for a few seconds, until Elaine felt their gaze and looked up.

“What?” she asked.

“You certainly were lost in whatever you were reading,” said the man.

Elaine felt the redness creeping into her face. “Oh, it’s just something to make the time go faster,” she said.

The assistant gave her a knowing look, then turned to the man. “Come along Mr. Johnson,” said the assistant. “The doctor is trying to get caught up.”

“Okay, Joyce. I’m ready. But don’t skip the laughing gas. It takes twenty years off of my age.”

It took Elaine a couple of minutes to recover her composure. The way Joyce the assistant had looked at her made her feel exposed and vulnerable. Had her excitement from reading the story been evident on her face? If so, so what? Taking a deep breath she went back to her reading.

Time flew by and the next thing Elaine knew Mr. Johnson was leaving and she was being led into the treatment room. She barely had time to stuff the manuscript into her bag.

“I’ll put your bag in our office where it will be safe,” said Joyce. “Please make yourself comfortable in the dental chair. Doctor Tom will be with you in a minute.”

She relaxed in the sculpted chair and surveyed the large room. It was unlike any dentist office she had ever seen. Two large windows admitted the dying daylight, which reflected off of thick draperies. Various pieces of comfortable looking furniture were located around the perimeter. From hidden speakers came soft guitar music, and some kind of light machine was sweeping subtle colored patterns across the ceiling.

“Good afternoon, Elaine. I am Tom, hopefully your new dentist.”

From her reclining position Elaine extended her hand. “Pleased to meet you, Tom. I have heard good things about your service. And like your last patient, I too would like to experience that special laughing gas.”

“Of course,” he said. “I’ll just cover you with this apron and then give you the mask to breath. Then we’ll take a look at your teeth.”

Elaine thought she detected a slight hesitation by the dentist before he spread the protective apron over her. Was he enjoying the sight of her tight body laid out below him? She hoped so. Then she thought she was being crazy thinking thoughts like that. It must have been the effect of the story.

In the next instant she felt the mask and inhaled the sweet gas. Within seconds a feeling kırklareli escort of euphoria began to drown all her concerns. Whatever this handsome doctor wanted to do to her was okay. He let her breath the gas for half a minute before taking away the mask.

“Now open wide,” he said as he adjusted the light to begin his examination.

While he was doing this preliminary work, Joyce was still in the office, satisfying her curiosity by looking at the manuscript from Elaine’s bag. She opened several pages at random and quickly got the gist of the story. Her eyes brightened with the realization that the attractive woman now in the dentist’s chair was turned on by the same kinds of activities that she and Doctor Tom enjoyed. They had often talked about involving another woman in their play, and this could be the opportunity. She knew Tom would love it.

She put the papers back in the bag and went into the treatment room. “Doctor, could I speak with you a moment?” she asked.

“Of course. I’ll be right back Elaine.”

They went into the office and Joyce closed the door.

“Tom you should see the story she was reading,” she whispered. “Our new patient has sexual fantasies about forced submission. I think we can have some fun with her. Let me work on her.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. We’ve just met her. She could ruin me with a charge of harassment.”

“That’s why we installed the video equipment,” said Joyce excitedly. “Once she shows signs of consent and we have it on tape, there is no way she can cause trouble. I’ll go real slow and make sure we have the signs before anything happens. You stay out of it until then. I have a feeling about this woman. She’s like me.”

“Okay. I’m going to have her in the chair for at least an hour. She has two cavities that need taking care of, and they are in a difficult location.”

“Good,” said Joyce with a wicked look in her eyes.

Back in the treatment room Tom went to wash his hands, while Joyce pulled up a stool next to Elaine. “How are you feeling?” she asked.

“Great, that gas is wonderful stuff.”

“Yes it is. The doctor tells me you need a few cavities fixed, so you will be here a while. Let me give you some more.”

“Okay.”

“Breath deeply. That’s it. Now as the doctor works on your teeth I am going to talk to you. You won’t be able to respond. Just listen. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Tom was ready with the drill and approached her. “Now open for me,” he said. He placed the suction device in her mouth and stared to work.

Elaine’s mind was drifting in and out of fluffy white clouds. The sound of the drill was far away. But Joyce’s lips were right up against her ear, and she was saying the strangest things.

“I know you Elaine. You are like me. I read some pages from the story in your bag and it made me hot. I want a copy of that story. Will you give me one? Silly me, I know you can’t answer. Here, let me hold your hand. When you want to say yes, just squeeze my fingers. Okay?”

Without thinking Elaine squeezed Joyce’s hand. That soft voice in her ear seemed to be reaching into her soul. What did she mean by saying she was like her? They didn’t even know each other. But they both were moved by the story. That was important. And Tom was so sexy. God, what was happening to her?

“We like it when men take control, don’t we Elaine? Right now you are under Tom’s control. He owns your mouth. Do you feel his strong fingers in your mouth?”

Again Elaine squeezed her hand without thinking.

“I am going to help you Elaine. I am going to help you give up control completely. Not just your mouth…your whole self. Do you want that Elaine?”

This time Elaine hesitated. Was this woman talking about sex? Everything was so hazy. Something was telling her to be careful. But she had so identified with the girl in the story and longed to experience those things. The gas, the story, the appreciative old man, the sexy and wise girl, the oh so handsome dentist…everything was pushing her toward the edge.

“You’re frightened, aren’t you Elaine? You want to let go, but you don’t know if you can trust us. Is that right, Elaine?”

“This woman must be talking about sex,” she thought. “How could she trust these strangers?” She squeezed Joyce’s hand, hard this time.

Tom had finished cleaning her cavities. Now he was getting ready to fill them and needed Joyce’s assistance.

“Give her a little more gas,” he said. “Then come help me. We should let this lovely lady think about things. She will realize how we are the ones who need to trust her. We are the ones taking the big risk in helping her live her fantasies. Some people might say we were being unprofessional.”

Elaine’s mind was racing. “There it is,” she thought. “They wanted to make real the fantasies in the story. What should I do?”

The mask descended over her nose. She sucked it gratefully and it did calm her and relieve afyon escort some of her anxiety. The doctor was right, of course. He stood to lose a lot if she reported him. Maybe it could be their secret and she could see what the experience was like. Why not? If anyone found out, she could say the gas had made her temporarily crazy.

For the next ten minutes Joyce and Tom expertly filled her cavities. They both brushed up against her body in the process, more she knew than was accidental. At one point Tom let the back of his hand slide along the side of her breast. She was hot and aroused and didn’t know what to do. When they finally removed everything from her mouth and she could talk, she closed her eyes and said nothing. Joyce lifted the apron off of her body.

Tom and Joyce looked at each other. They knew this was the critical point. If she had started to get up, or told them to leave her alone, they would have pretended nothing had happened and walked her to the door. The fact that she just lay there gave them the license they needed. The video system would record the fact that she was not resisting.

Joyce again sat on the stool where she could whisper in Elaine’s ear. “There that wasn’t so bad, was it? Now you must lie still for a while to let the filling dry properly. I’m going to just tie your wrists to the arms of the chair to make sure you do as you’re told.”

Elaine felt the soft gauze wrap around her lower arms on both sides. Her eyes remained closed but she knew Doctor Tom was helping Joyce secure her to the chair. The point of no return had been passed. She began taking deep breaths, anticipating what might come next.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” said Tom.

The tone of his voice broke through her last inhibitions, leaving her no choice but to obey. She opened her eyes to find him studying her, a slight smile on his lips.

“Everything is fine,” he said. “You don’t have to worry about anything. It is the end of the day and the office is locked. Normally at this time I tie Joyce to the chair and play with her, but tonight I have you. I know you want this. You are like Joyce, incredibly aroused by being forced to submit to whatever your master wants.”

“Oh god…”

“Joyce and I have been looking for someone like you. You see Joyce has a taste for women as well as men, and I like the idea of being served by two attractive women.”

He lowered his head and ran his tongue across her lips. At the same time his hand squeezed her breast through her tight shirt. She moaned and parted her lips to encourage him. Never had she been so turned on, and without her willing it her hips began a slow, sensuous roll.

Tom continued to tease her with his tongue as his fingers closed on her protruding nipples. When he finally kissed her she was writhing in the chair, her hips undulating obscenely. Up to this point Joyce had been content to watch as Tom asserted control, but now she positioned herself at the foot of the chair and began running her fingers up the insides of Elaine’s thighs.

“Ahh…. noooo….” Elaine mumbled through Tom’s kiss. She was not sure how she felt about a woman’s hands moving toward her pussy. Tom responded by pushing his tongue deep into her mouth, while at the same time pinching her sensitized nipple.

“Open your legs Elaine,” ordered Joyce. “I want to feel how hot and wet you are.”

Tom lifted his mouth from hers and confirmed the command, his fingers digging into her breast. “Do it,” he said.

She relaxed her legs and let Joyce push her thighs apart. The fingers that had been traveling up her thighs now began to tease her pussy through her pants.

“Ohhh…. “

“Let’s get some of these clothes off of her,” said Tom, and he went to work on the buttons on her shirt. Joyce moved her hands from between Elaine’s thighs to work the zippers on the sides of her slacks. In a matter of seconds her shirt was open and her pants were pulled down and off. Now she was stretched out in the dentist chair in her bra and bikini panties.

“Delicious,” said Tom. “I love the way her white skin looks against the black vinyl of the chair. Let’s see if we can position her properly for a complete examination. After all, a good dentist should treat more than just a person’s teeth.”

He pushed a button and the chair reclined another twenty degrees. Now Elaine’s head was parallel with the floor and her hips were raised above her torso. Joyce pushed her legs open so that they hung down on either side of the chair. Her panty covered pussy was right at the level where the dentist normally worked on a person’s mouth. Joyce and Tom pulled up stools on either side of her.

“Pull the panties to one side so I can check her out,” said Tom.

Joyce pulled the fabric away, revealing the moist area below. Elaine was mortified that her shaven pussy was now being examined and studied by her dentist and his assistant. At the same time she couldn’t keep her amasya escort hips from moving or suppress her desire to be touched.

She didn’t have long to wait. Joyce’s fingers were incredibly gentle as they held open her lips for Tom’s tongue. He started low and licked upward to torment the area around her clit. At the same time his finger played in her groove and around her ass hole.

“Ohhh… ahhh…..godddd……. sooo goodddd…..”

Elaine let go and let the sensations consume her. She hardly noticed when Joyce used scissors to cut through her bra and free her tits. But she did notice when Joyce’s mouth descended on her nipple and began to suck and nibble. Her body was on fire, writhing and humping in her unnatural position, struggling to reach the climax that was building and building inside her.

Tom raised his head and spoke to Joyce. “Let’s take her over the top. She is so ripe and needy. It will be the first of many orgasms for her tonight.”

Those words in conjunction with Joyce’s mouth on her tit and his finger on her clit were all it took to bring on her climax. She literally screamed her pleasure.

“Yesssssss…….my goddddddd…. ohhhhh… more… more…. please…… ohhhh….”

They kept kissing and touching her as she gradually calmed. Then Joyce came around to Tom’s side and put her hand on his pants over his cock. He was rock hard.

“I see you are more than ready,” she said. “Should I get her up so you can do her?”

“That would be good,” he said. “But tie her hands behind her back. I want her to feel helpless.”

“She’s helpless all right, now that we have her on the video enjoying consensual sex. But she still needs some lessons in obedience. We want her to know the price of resistance.”

Elaine was helped to her feet and her wrists secured behind her with the gauze. Her head was gradually clearing from the nitrous oxide and the sex. What was that she heard about a video? If they had her on tape she knew she would be at their mercy. There was no way she could let her family and friends know about this side of her.

“Tie her upper arms together too,” said Tom. “I want those nice tits to stick out.”

Joyce was glad to comply. She loved to see submissive women forced out of the closet and made to accept the fact that they were like her. Tying them up in vulnerable positions was always a good first step.

With her arms pulled back Elaine’s breasts were thrust forward, high on her chest. They were of average size, but very firm with big areolas. She was still aroused and her nipples stood up tall and hard.

Tom stood back and admired the scene. Elaine returned his lustful gaze with one of her own. She was breathing hard.

“Pull down her panties and put her feet back into her high heels,” he said. “And then strip down yourself. I want to see you in that sexy black underware I know you have on under your uniform.”

“Yes sir,” said Joyce. “I will be able to wield the whip better without being confined in this tight dress.”

In seconds the white uniform was gone, and Joyce’s flat working shoes were replaced with four inch spiked heels. Her voluptuous body seemed to burst out of the half bra and tight thong.

At the mention of a whip Elaine’s eyes had opened wide. How many times had she fantasized about being tied up and whipped and made to do unspeakable things? Was it really going to happen? It was exciting and scary at the same time.

“Please don’t hurt me,” she pleaded.

“Don’t worry,” said Tom. “The pain you are going to feel will be temporary. It will sharpen your senses but not damage you. If it gets to be too much just say ‘uncle’ and we will stop.”

“Ohhh….”

While they were talking Joyce was slowly sliding Elaine’s panties down over her thighs and knees. In the process she brushed her hand lightly over the ass and pussy being revealed in front of her.

“Lift your foot my dear so I can get these completely off and slip you back into these sexy shoes. There, now stand up straight.”

Tom smiled and licked his lips suggestively as Joyce positioned Elaine in front of him. “Hold her head up by her hair,” he said. “I want to see how she responds to the crop.”

Joyce wrapped Elaine’s hair around one hand and pulled back and down, while at the same time gripping the bound wrists with her other hand. The result was a bowing of Elaine’s naked body, making her feel totally exposed and vulnerable. Tom nodded his approval and turned to pull open a nearby drawer. When he turned to face Elaine he was holding a short black leather riding crop.

“Now let’s see how sensitive you are.” He extended the crop toward her left breast and using the leather flap at the end he flicked the nipple up and down.

“Ohhh…. “

She squirmed and tried to turn away, but Joyce pulled harder on her hair and held her firmly.

“Be still bitch,” she snarled. “The more you resist the worse it’s going to be. That’s what you have to learn.”

Joyce and Tom had been playing at this game for many months, and they knew that it was the threat of pain more than pain itself that was the turn on. Joyce got off when she knew she had no choice but to obey her master’s every command. It gave her the rational excuse she needed to abandon control and responsibility and let her primal sexuality run free.

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[Note: This is the second in a multi-part story series. To start at the beginning, read: Erin Ch. 1: Female Led Relationship. JQGraves]

*****

My wedding to Erin went without a hitch. With Erin’s mother doing most of the planning, it wouldn’t dare do otherwise. That woman can be damned scary. Enough so that her husband goes to great lengths to avoid pissing her off. I’ve never had occasion to irritate her myself, but spend any time with the lady and you can tell the potential is there.

After the reception, Erin and I adjourned back to my house, well, our house now. In keeping with tradition, I swept Erin off of her feet and carried her over the threshold. She laughed and said, “Don’t let this macho thing go to your head, husband.”

“Not much chance of that, wife,” I said. Erin had long since established the pecking order in our female led relationship, now a female led marriage. She agreed to take my last name—a modern woman, but with a fondness for tradition—but she made it very clear to me, if to no one else, that I was to be the head of the household in name only. It may sound harsh when I say it that way, but that was not the case. Erin made most of the decisions affecting us both, and she held me to high standards with appropriate punishment associated with failure, but there was nothing cruel or dictatorial in our union. Erin just expected me to accomplish any tasks assigned in a manner she could accept and I could be proud of.

When I put Erin back on her feet, she hugged and kissed me. I reciprocated, and we took our time so there was no question we had both been thoroughly kissed. Even though we’d been living together for months, marriage put things in a new perspective. Erin felt different in my arms; there was more of a feeling of belonging, rightness, fitting… I don’t know how to put it, it was just better.

We broke apart when breathing became a necessity, and Erin laughed again and said, “I thought we’d never get out of that reception. If I don’t make it to the bathroom in ten seconds, I will pee all over the carpet.” She accompanied these words with a rush to the loo. “Get into the bedroom and out of that tux. I’ll join you shortly.” The closing of the bathroom door clipped the end of that last sentence.

I went to the bedroom by way of the bathroom down the hall. It had been easier for me to escape from the reception for bathroom breaks than it was for Erin, but it had still been a long day in the spotlight. I’m a private person by nature, so was glad it was over.

In the bedroom, I took off the rental tux and hung it back in the bag it came in for return on Monday. It was a major relief to remove the tie and unbutton the top button of the shirt. I made it a rule years ago to never wear ties, and although I broke my rule on this occasion, I reaffirmed my solemn vow to abstain in the future. Since I work at home, it’s a goal that is easy to achieve.

Down to my boxers and a t-shirt, I piled pillows at the head of our marriage bed, propped my torso up against them, and watched the bathroom door anticipating the return of my love. I was like a randy teenager again, already hard in anticipation. The evidence was obvious in the way my boxers were tented.

At the reception, after we’d posed for all the wedding pictures and danced the initial dances, Erin changed out of her wedding dress, leaving it with her mother to bag and put into storage. (What ultimately becomes of these single-use, white gowns that are so lovingly preserved?) She changed into a conservative pantsuit, cut to conceal yet accentuate her feminine curves. I had mixed feelings about the change, that pantsuit looks great on her, but I had been looking forward artvin escort to assisting Erin out of her wedding gown once we were alone. When I whispered that disappointment to her, she whispered back, “I understand, love, but take solace in the knowledge I am still wearing the virginal lingerie underneath.”

Those words came back as I stared at the bathroom door like a puppy awaiting the return of its master. It’s said that sexual arousal has more to do with mental than with physical stimulation. That may be true, and, as I waited, my imagination was running rampant, as was the elevation of my cock. Without realizing it, my hand stroked through the material of my boxers.

The light visible under the bathroom door was extinguished, the door opened a few inches and Erin’s well-turned calf appeared in white hose, knee raised and stiletto heel dangling from her toes. Slowly, she lowered her foot and eased the rest of the way through the doorway. I was struck by what she’d termed, “virginal lingerie.” All in white, sheer and lacey, bustier half-cups supporting without covering her full breasts at the top and with garters supporting white hosiery below. She left off the panties that would have covered her trimmed and shaped auburn bush. And the afore mentioned four-inch, white stiletto heels raised and shaped her legs.

Erin’s enigmatic smile faded, and she raised an eyebrow when she saw the state I was in. “Getting a head start, husband?”

Until she spoke, my mouth hung open (the image of a drooling simpleton comes to mind), my eyes staring at this vision of sexuality and my hand on autopilot, up and down, up and down. At her words, I jerked my hand away and responded with, “Wow.” Eloquence under pressure, that’s me.

Erin walked over to the bed, grasped my boxers and said, “We’ll have these off now,” as she pulled them down my legs and off. The cloth carried my member with it until it sprang free of the waistband and snapped back to slap against my stomach. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and flung it across the room.

“You know you are not to handle my property without my permission,” she said as she took hold of my cock.

“Your property?” I could not keep the grin from my voice.

“Now that we are married, you are my property, and especially this part of you.”

“I must have missed that part of our wedding vows.”

“When I accepted your proposal those months ago, you may recall the condition I stipulated? I told you that if we married, we would live a female led marriage. You agreed.” Erin was stroking me now, adding to the excitement I’d started without her.

“And that means you own me?” I was finding it difficult to speak. If she kept it up, I was in severe danger of fountaining into the air. An image of cum splattered on the ceiling flitted through my mind.

“I am the leader; you are the follower. I would not mind you playing with yourself, under supervision, preparing for our mutual satisfaction, but given the state you are in now, I doubt you will last three pumps. You clearly require no additional foreplay. Shall we test my theory?”

Erin leaned down and engulfed my hard cock with her mouth, taking it all the way down in one smooth motion, then sliding back up. “That’s to provide a little extra lubrication. I’m not as far along as you are.” Erin straddled me and lowered herself on my staff. We both groaned with the entry. “You know you are not to cum before I do. There will be consequences if you do.”

Erin gripped my shaft tightly using her pelvic muscles. She’d mentioned weeks ago that she was doing Kegel exercises to prepare for our wedding night. It felt fantastic. aydın escort Now, I worried I might not last more than three pumps. I wasn’t even sure I could last two. I made up plot problems for the book I was writing to distract my mind from what she was doing, but it did not help. Erin’s breasts were in my face as I sat against the headboard. Between the sight of those outstanding tits at eye level and the slow, intense stimulation of Erin’s pussy caressing my member, I lost it. Was it more than three pumps? Who was counting?

I jerked and twitched, pumping a huge load into my bride as she pushed herself all the way down, continuing to squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax.

After several minutes, Erin raised off of me, smirked at my performance and said, “Slide down, my husband.”

I scooted down the bed until I could lay flat upon it. Erin held position over me then moved up and lowered herself toward my face.

“What are you doing?” I asked, although it was damn obvious, even for someone in my post orgasmic condition.

“Giving you the opportunity to clean up after your mistake,” she replied.

I might have objected further, but Erin lowered and sealed her nether lips to my mouth. I’ve never tasted semen, the idea nauseated me, but Erin gave me no choice. She resumed her pelvic motions, and my cum surged out of her vagina into my mouth in pulses. It was swallow or be inundated. I swallowed.

“Use your tongue; get every drop,” she directed. I was thinking of it more like globs than drops—globs of slimy snot. Fortunately, the taste was not too offensive, and Erin’s secretions thinned the texture some. It was almost bearable.

Erin worked her pussy against my mouth, pressing her clit against my lips and teeth. Her breathing grew labored, and after several minutes—long after I consumed my emissions—she shuddered with her first orgasm and squirted her juices into my mouth. I told myself to think of it as a rinse, much more palatable than my release had been.

My new bride panted, holding on to the headboard but still putting most of her weight on my jaw, until she recovered. Then, she swung off of me and lay beside me on the bed. My member was semi-erect, and she took it into her hand.

“Did you enjoy the cream pie we made, my husband?”

“Not that much. Let’s not do that again, okay?”

“Oh, to the contrary, I think we’ll make that a regular part of our love making. You gave me a wonderful orgasm. It gave me great pleasure, and you do want to please me, don’t you? Specially after disappointing me so?”

I didn’t know how to respond, so didn’t.

“There is still the matter of your punishment for cumming prematurely.”

“My… punishment?”

“Yes, dear. You are supposed to last at least long enough so we can come together. Anything short of that would be selfishness on your part. And, I find it very distressing that you were playing with yourself to get into this condition. Steps will have to be taken to prevent that in the future.”

“Steps?”

“Never mind, we’ll fix that later. For now,” she added swinging her legs over the side of the bed and sitting upright, “why don’t you climb over my lap so we can address your transgression.”

The tone of her voice made me a little nervous. She didn’t sound angry, more matter-of-fact, but I am into spanking as foreplay so I was not too concerned. I scrambled into position, looking forward to what I thought would come next.

“Reach back with your right hand, please, dear,” she said. When I did, she took hold of my wrist and pushed it up behind my back. She then extracted her right leg from under balıkesir escort me and used it to scissors my legs between hers. “An important component of a female led marriage is discipline, or when you break one of our rules, punishment,” she said, and delivered a hard spank.

I jerked with the first spank, partly from the surprise the first spank always represents, and partly from the unusual strength she put behind it. Another hard spank followed, to the other cheek. Erin usually starts these foreplay spankings easier, allowing me to get accustomed to the sting before it mounts. Not this time. This time, she set into a rhythm and continued to rain hard spanks on my backside. Struggling on my part brought me no escape. She had me well secured.

“You are not”—SMACK— “to play with yourself”—SMACK— “without my permission.”—SMACK— “Understood?” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

“Y-yes.”

“Try again.” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Better. And,”—SMACK— “you will always”—SMACK— “put the pleasure of your wife”—SMACK— “on a level,”—SMACK— “if not ahead of”—SMACK— “your own.” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

“Yes. Yes ma’am,” I cried. Erin was building a roaring fire back there. Her hand is rarely this painful. She was not holding back. It had to be hurting her hand almost as much as she was hurting my ass, but she kept it up for several minutes. I was on the verge of using our safeword when she stopped.

“We’re getting some nice color here,” she said, rubbing and pinching my cheeks. “I think that is enough of a warmup, don’t you?”

Somewhat befuddled, I was still processing that last question when Erin reached for a heavy wooden hairbrush on the nightstand. Without delay, she brought it crashing down on my ass.

I took at least a dozen very hard spanks with the brush before I finally yelled out, “Octopus!”

Erin stopped spanking. “What did you say?” she asked.

“Octopus, please, octopus. That brush hurts too much. I can’t take any more. Please stop,” I panted. When we first started our spanking games, we picked the word, “Octopus,” as a safeword, because it was unlikely to come up in casual conversation while one of us was being spanked. It was more of a joke between us. I’d never invoked our safeword before, and months ago when I had still occasionally spanked Erin, her spankings were never intense.

“Octopus,” Erin mused. “This is not a play or a discipline spanking. This is punishment. It is intended to teach you to avoid, in future, the actions that made it necessary. And, since it is a punishment spanking, safewords do not apply. I’m willing, however, to be merciful.”

“Thank you. Thank you, ma’am.”

“I’ll just give you ten more hard spanks, and we’ll be done… for now. Don’t expect such leniency if there are repeat offenses.”

Erin delivered the last ten spanks, even harder than before, while I twisted and struggled and cried to no avail. After the last, she let me rest for a while then released my arm, untrapped my legs, and helped me up. She sat me on the bed and cradled me in her arms, guiding my mouth to her breast.

“There, there,” she crooned. “It’s all over. You’ll be my good boy now, won’t you. Mommy hates to spank her bad boy, but she will when it’s necessary. Do you think you can try again? Can you be very, very good this time?” Her hand slid down to my shriveled member and encouraged its growth.

Erin was patient with me and brought me back to full erection. I scooted up onto the bed and lay back at her direction so she could mount me. The added pressure of her body on mine did nothing to sooth the tender state of my aching backside. This time, I had no trouble staying hard and holding back until my wife reached orgasm, twice. On the third, I joined her.

We lay in each other’s arms and slept the sleep of the exhausted that night.

That first taste of what it meant to be with Erin in a female led marriage was an eyeopener for me, but it was just the beginning of what was to be a long series of learning experiences.

END

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Eva tried hard to keep her pussy from juicing even though she was tightly bound and partially in sub space. With her legs forced sensually apart with the leg spreader just the feeling of the cool air on her bare pussy was a turn on. She was so frustrated being unable to move that she felt hot tears fill her eyes once again.

She could not move at all but she didn’t want to make any wetness on the paper towel that Sir had placed under her bottom when he bound her. She was still feeling the sting of remorse for having disappointed her Sir and she vowed to turn her heart and her head off so she would not get sexually excited.

She closed her eyes briefly and thought about her ex-husband. Surely the ugly thoughts of the violence she had endured with him should keep her libido sufficiently turned off, she thought. She took some deep breaths and used her imagination and memories to completely turn her thoughts away from her pussy. With one more deep breath she braced herself, and soon she felt as if she could resist sexual thoughts as long as she wished. But, to her chagrin, when she opened her eyes she discovered that her newfound resolve was to quickly pass.

As she looked through the huge two-way mirror in front of her Eva saw Sir Dan rejoin the other Masters in the audience. They were all standing in a semi circle together at the front of the crowd. And, as if in deference to the assembled Masters the other Doms had moved in close around them, nodding respectfully to each one in turn. And, as much as she willed it otherwise, the sight of those masterful men made her pussy slick immediately.

Then as the music slowed to a halt all the men turned their attention to the stage trying to get a good look at the goodies to be auctioned. Sir Dave walked out from behind the stage and everything went quiet as he said in the kind of deep raspy voice she loved to hear in men, “Welcome to the dungeon of the Dark Angel Gentlemen. As you know we are all here to raise money to help some of our community members recover from the devastation of fire in their homes. I expect everyone to show their support in the way only people of the lifestyle can. But first, there are a few rules.”

“First, I will bring all the lovely slaves out together to give you a look at them. Then I will show them one at a time for you to make a bid. All bids must begin at $100.00 as each of you learned when you signed up tonight.”

“Once all the bids have been accepted I will give you all some time to speak with the Dom who owns the slave you have bought so that you can tell him what type of scene you have in mind. That Dom will let you know how hard you may play with his slave on a scale of one to ten, with ten being extreme hard play. We have extra Dungeon Masters here tonight and the one assigned to your play space is to be present while you and the owner of your slave negotiate. ardahan escort That way there will be no question of how hard anyone may play, and no violation of hard limits.”

“Once you have received the approval of the Dungeon Master you may withdraw to the play sight that you signed up for when you came in. If a Dungeon Master taps you on the shoulder you are to stop the scene immediately and follow his instructions. And, there will be no exceptions to that rule.”

“There are a few empty spaces if anyone has not signed up and you may do so now with my slave at the dungeon entrance. All doors will be left open tonight for the safety of the slaves, and for anyone who wishes to observe.”

“And, as usual, anything that is to be inserted is to have a condom on it, and you will use rubber gloves at all times.” At this point Sir Dave indicated two barrels in front of the stage. He dipped his hand into one and showed everyone that it was full of condoms and that the other was full of disposable rubber gloves.

‘Wow!’ Eva thought, “They think of everything. But of course, what else would anyone expect from these fine Dominant men?”

“Do not forget to clean your play station when you finish,” Sir Dave cautioned, “And, I want to encourage everyone to pay close attention to the after care of the slaves. We want everyone to enjoy this night.” He made a sweeping gesture with his hand toward the stage and added, “Now with no further ado Gentlemen observe these visions of beauty that we have assembled for your entertainment tonight.”

The lively and sensuous music from ‘Gypsy’ began to play in the background. Sir Dave parted the curtain for the slaves to enter, and with a nod from him the slaves began to file out in the order of the lot numbers displayed around their necks. The smiling women strutted around in front of the Doms as they filed out from behind the stage.

Eva was a little puzzled to see that the slaves were to all intents and purposes stark naked. They had all primped and preened in their lovely costumes earlier in the bathroom, but they had removed them before coming on stage. She wondered if she was supposed to be naked, but she remembered what Sir had said about a little clothing making a woman sexier. In her soft sub space haze she decided that she didn’t want to worry about it.

Some of the lovely bare slaves had their collars on, and some still had their leash attached. Some had other types of jewelry and various bits of decoration, but otherwise they were nude. They were all barefoot as well. She knew that many men believed that women were sexier in high heels. But Eva thought that a naked slave was most beautiful when she was barefoot, and kneeling modestly with her hair long and loose around her shoulders and back, and her head and eyes lowered submissively.

The adıyaman escort slaves on stage were batting their eyes and lowering them demurely as they pranced seductively around the floor. Some stopped now and then to blow a kiss, or strike a sexy pose. Many of the men were murmuring their appreciation of the beautiful women, and Eva noticed that Sir Dan and Sir Randy were right in front and encouraging the slaves with nods and smiles of approval.

Occasionally, one of the men would have a slave kneel before him. At times some of them would feel a slave’s flanks and buttocks as if he were a rider stroking his horse. She saw a few of them grab a kneeling slave by her hair and command her to spread her legs. Once she did he would reach down and feel between her legs. If he smiled knowingly Eva knew that the slave was hot and wet.

Thinking about what she was seeing made her pussy start to moisten in spite of her best intentions. At first when she felt the moisture she would quickly squeeze her pussy muscles together to try and stop the feeling, only to discover that all that squeezing just made the wetness and tingling between her legs even worse. Then she saw Sir Dan do something that shocked her.

He stopped a lovely full figured blond with thick curly hair cascading around her ample shoulders and breasts. She stood still with her eyes down as he put his hands on her titties and squeezed them a little. Eva could tell that it was affecting the slave when she saw her close her eyes and open her lips a little. Then Sir made the slave kneel with her knees apart. Once she did that he grabbed her hair and bent her head all the way back to the floor causing her unprotected pussy to move forward and open for all the other Doms to see.

Several of the Doms held floggers, whips or crops. And Eva was amazed when one of them slipped a condom on the handle of the flogger he was holding and rubbed it between the sexy slave’s legs first on her clit and then right into her cunt. The slave gasped and moaned and Eva could see her face turn bright red as she experienced the sexual humiliation at the hands of Sir Dan and the Dom he had introduced as Sir Steve.

After Sir Steve fucked the girl’s cunt a few times he stepped aside with a nod and a grin. Then another Dom who Eva did not know did the same thing with the handle of the crop he held. He slid the latex covered instrument in and out of the slave’s pussy quickly. The slave writhed and squirmed trying hard to fuck back in a way that Eva knew would bring her clit in contact with the thin hard rod of the crop handle. The Dom who was fucking her laughed out loud as he jerked the crop away from the girl’s hungry pussy. “She is slave hot now,” Eva heard him say.

Then as if her own lust had not climbed hot and high already Eva was forced to karabük escort watch her Sir slide his gloved fingers into the girl’s cunt and he fucked her until she was writhing in a frenzy and begging to cum. It was torturous for Eva to watch, especially since she could not allow herself to cum or even get very wet.

Finally, as Sir Dan continued to fuck the lovely blond hard and fast Eva heard a man’s voice from across the room say in a loud deep voice, “CUM NOW SLUT!” And, Eva could almost feel the wetness that must be soaking Sir Dan’s hand as the slave obeyed her Master’s command and came hard and long.

Eva suddenly felt very left out and she had to admit that she really did not understand why she was to be isolated from the fun, but she told herself that Sir Dan must have a good reason. Eva had noticed that Sir Randy’s slaves were not on stage either and she wondered briefly if they were being forced to watch and denied satisfaction just as she was.

She tried to tell herself that she would make it up to her Sir if only he would come and touch her with that special touch that only he could provide. She tried to make herself feel better by vowing to obey him without question from here out. She tried to be strong. But, try as hard as she might she felt hot tears begin to gather in her eyes again. She wanted to lower her head but could not do so with her head bound in the position that Sir had left her. All she could do was close her eyes now and then and try to sniff back the tears.

“Oh why didn’t I have more self control when Sir gave me the chance?” she thought to herself as she blinked away a tear, “How can I be the instantaneous slut he wants and still be able to control myself when I get so turned on with him?” Eva felt yet another twinge of guilt for having gone too far when she masturbated.

She wondered if she would ever learn because the only way she knew how to calm her lust was to turn it off completely and not let herself feel anything. But, she wasn’t even sure that she could do that anymore since Sir had opened her to this delicious lifestyle. She felt like she lived every moment now in the “on” position sexually.

She wondered if Sir would really forgive her. She hated feeling like she had failed him. She blinked back some stray tears once again and tried to move her body enough to get more comfortable in her bonds. The feeling of the soft rope on her wrists was delicious and the feeling of it seemed to take her back into that soft sub space as she thought of her Sir.

However, as Sir Dave announced that the submissives and slaves must exit the stage curiosity got the best of her and she forgot her plight for a little while. She felt herself perk up with anticipation as she paid attention to the scene before her. Perhaps she could get some ideas as to how to present herself whenever she got the chance. And as she watched the real auction began.

… to be continued.

NOTE TO EDITOR – I forgot to put a period between Ch and 63 so it was filed in the wrong order to flow easily into the next episode in the list. Instead of coming after Ch. 62 it posted at the top of the list of submissions. Can you fix it for me please?

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I had received many days of enjoyment wearing my Mistress’ panties. I would wear them at different times of the day and on different outings. I had masturbated in them by just thinking that she had worn them. When not wearing them they had been folded away under my bed so my aunt Julie wouldn’t find them. Now I knew that I had to receive my punishment for cuming in them during the artwork session. I also knew that I was going to have to up my performance as a slave. Twice now I had upset my Mistress. Obviously it was impossible not to make errors as no slave is perfect but pre-cum leaking out onto my Mistress’ panties was not to be recommended. As I entered her beautiful house, she was dressed in sober black from head to toe. Black jumper, trousers and boots. She offered her hand for me to kiss which I did obligingly.

As usual I was ordered to strip which I was getting used to but still found as thrilling as ever. This I did alone as Marilyn had left the room. As she re-entered the room she had completely changed her outfit. She was now dressed in baby blue bra and knickers made from silk with a black garter around her left thigh. I was utterly captivated by her feminine beauty.

“Mistress you look gorgeous!”

Suddenly I felt great sadness for the love we could never share. I mourned the intimate relations that would never happen and the joint decisions we could never make as a normal, loving couple. I loved serving her and adored being naked for her but we would most probably never share a bed and that filled me with sadness. As I was lost in my thoughts, I was quickly brought back to reality as Marilyn had dragged me out of the living room and up the stairs by the ear.

“You’re coming with me!” were her words and as we reached the back room she was twisting and squeezing my ear. “Do you know why you are here slave?”

“Yes Mistress, because I was naughty.”

“So what did you do?” By now her hands had moved on to my balls and she held them firmly.

“Er I came in your panties.”

“Yes you did and you must be punished.” Now kastamonu escort she was leading me downwards towards the floor and as her grip tightened I was beginning to feel the onset of pain. As I fell onto my knees I was told to say:

“Thank you Mistress for showing me the error of my ways!” I was then told to lie on my back before Marilyn walked over me in her high heels. She stood on my chest and transferred her weight from one foot to the other before taking her heels across my chest. I was just grateful for the fantastic views I was getting of her beautiful body. I was then forced to lick the soles of her shoes clean which I did with relish. Her next means of torture was taking a candle and dropping hot candle wax over my naked body. I lay utterly helpless as she then targeted my genitals and specifically my scrotum.

“Oh” I gasped.

“You’re worthless aren’t you boy?”

“Yes Mistress I am utterly worthless.”

Whatever pain I felt was cancelled out by the sheer bliss of looking at my Goddess Mistress.

“You would do anything for me wouldn’t you you little wanker?”

“Oh yes Mistress I would!”

“Who is the greatest?”

“You are Mistress!”

I was then told to sit on the sofa which I did. My next punishment was nipple torture as she dug her pretty nails in and twisted my nipples before taking her nails along the shaft of my cock. I knew that this session was really her demonstrating how cruel she could be: she was laying down a marker. I loved that fact she hadn’t gone for traditional bondage clothes but had opted for such pretty lingerie. It showed that she didn’t need to intimidate me but could control me with her womanly powers. My final punishment was Marilyn taking her nails over my chest which left me gasping in pain. She started slowly before ripping her razorblade nails through my exposed flesh with the keenness of a sadistic Queen.

“Oh Mistress it hurts” I whimpered like the little fairy I was becoming. I had taken my spanking kayseri escort session pretty bravely last week but I was now letting myself down a bit with my patheticness.

“Take it like a man slave, that’s if you are a man at all!”

I really loved hearing these words. By the end I had a collection of deep scratches which Marilyn labelled “cute.”

With my body now safe from her cruel fingernails, I became her model. Marilyn took several photos of me in different poses wrapped in a feather boa. Some had the boa covering my genitals and some were with genitals exposed. The final photo was of me lying on her bed still wrapped in the boa but with my thighs wide apart. It was very exciting and I loved being her model and getting such special attention. Between photos she would say “That’s so lovely.” When the photo session had ended I was given a choice that I could either be paid for my modelling or would be allowed a masturbation session. Without any hesitation I opted for the masturbation session! What boy wouldn’t? I was so excited about this my my heart was positively sprinting and the palms of my hands were virtually melting.

“You like my garter a lot don’t you Josh?”

“Yes Mistress. I think it’s so pretty!”

Marilyn was sitting on the sofa and with me standing naked in front of her, she removed the garter from her leg and started to rub it against my genitals. By now I was fully hard. Incase of any leakages she mainly rubbed it against my balls. Once she had finished I placed it back onto her left thigh with the utmost care. She said that it wasn’t in the correct place so I had to re-arrange it which allowed me to touch her soft thigh again. I was then ordered to lay out some tissues on the floor and sat down with them in front of me. I began to stroke my cock as she sat cross legged observing me.

“Do you really think you could satisfy a woman with that little cock?”

“No Mistress I think not” I replied as I upped the speed of my rubbing. “Oh Mistress, you’re kıbrıs escort so beautiful!”

“I know!” she replied with a slight smile.

My dick was now getting wet as it continued to leak.

“I would do anything for you Mistress!”

“Then you will cum for me slave!” This was quite simply, the most exciting words I had ever heard.

“Oh I love your high heels and your garter and your panties!” I gushed.

“Of course you do you little wanker! What about my bra?”

“I adore your bra Mistress!”

Which item do love most?”

“Your pretty panties Mistress!”

“My pretty panties are worth more than your life, aren’t they?”

“Yes they are Mistress” I replied. I continued to masturbate as suddenly I felt myself beginning to cum. I felt the initial rush of euphoria and then the first spurts came shooting out of my cock. The spurts almost seemed too large for my penis hole to cope with as I moaned with intense pleasure. I took my hand off my cock as it continued to shoot. I then closed my eyes and tilted my head back. Every nerve ending in my body was in ecstasy. I then put my hand back onto my cock and the sensations felt even more heavenly. Finally the blissful feeling began to subside as I emptied the final drops onto my body.

Once I had cleaned myself up I re-entered the room. “You have a very red and angry bell-end there Josh!”

“Yes I do Mistress.”

“I think it looks sweet” said Marilyn.

“Thank you very much” I replied. She went on to tell me that she was delighted with how our relationship had been going. She said that I was a good, obedient slave but when I continued to step out of line, I would feel the firm side of her hand. I would be placed on a two month trial period and if I was successful, then moving in and becoming her live-in slave would be the next stage. However, she stressed that we would never share a sexual relationship which was something I was dreading hearing but kind of expected. I was required to remain celibate and if I was found to have had any intimate relations with a female I would be instantly sacked. Even kissing another girl would violate our Mistress/slave agreement. Having survived her punishment I was feeling very happy until she uttered the words:

“Next week I shall be introducing you to another model for the portrait session!” I left her house feeling very uneasy about the fate that awaited me!

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Summary

The “O” series is tasteful, gentle, soft, artistic erotica unlike anything you have read. There’s no sex, yet it is completely sensual and erotic. They are the internal personal growth stories of women, who during unexpected dramatic events, experience an uninduced, spontaneous orgasm from their struggles’ culmination in a moment of extreme emotional intensity. If you can’t imagine an orgasm that goes on for pages, a blend of art, deep emotion, reflection, and the most erotic experience of a woman’s life (and maybe yours), you are in for a treat.

The Naked Smile is the story of Carolyn. Before her second year of college, shy and reserved Carolyn spends a summer month at her aunt’s house in a rural town in the south of France. Captivated by the sensual European culture, Carolyn experiments with letting go of her shyness by exploring her sensuality. Having just gotten out of the pool one beautiful warm day, she throws a dress over her body and bikes toward town. Enjoying the sensations from the gentle breeze all over her body, she decides to let go of her shyness and smile at a local French woman. The warm smiles that end up being exchanged between them overwhelm her, and she experiences personal growth in a blissful, shared smile she’ll never forget.

This is the third of the “O” series and is exceptionally warm, tender, and positive. There’s no sex, no men, and the focus is again on a woman’s internal experience. Emotions and themes include positive and uplifting energy, venturing out into sensual exploration, sensual exploration by a college student, overcoming shyness, personal growth, gentle bliss, kindness, and complete warm-hearted acceptance. The story contains a 12-page-long orgasm. This short story is a work of fiction with sensitive content for adults only.

 

The Naked Smile

By Stellan Emrys Wild

Carolyn woke to the sunlight glistening off her walls and birds chirping outside. Her first thought was a delicious reminder that she had decided to sleep nude last night. It was one of her first times doing so, inspired by the adventure of being in her aunt’s country villa in a small town in the south of France. She’d just finished her first year of college, and what a change for this 19-year-old, going from a tacky, loud American university town, to the adorable, rustic French countryside.

Staying in France for a month was the most interesting experience Carolyn had ever known. She had always been very shy and reserved. Quiet. She was not expressive, in her voice or her face, having grown up afraid to be her true self. She was even shy about smiling amongst her American peers. When she smiled socially, it was usually a fake or poor attempt at a smile. She herself wondered if it was a shyness she never grew out of or a lingering self-consciousness about imperfect teeth. She had gotten her braces put on late at 16 and only off at 18 after starting college last year.

But it ran much deeper than that. Deep down inside, she was afraid of not being accepted if she let out her natural expressiveness.

Part of her always felt that being “cool” and in control was the way to be. This was obviously some type of self-protection mechanism, but she couldn’t rationalize her way out of it. She rarely showed enthusiasm, afraid that her feelings, openness, and trust would be betrayed. Her parents were strict and involved, so she always felt like they were looking over her shoulder ready to judge her. She wondered if, due to their constant criticality, she never learned to let go.

Carolyn often felt jealous of her friends who had animated faces and bold expressions, all thoughtlessly reflecting their emotions. She noticed their completely genuine micro-gestures, unhindered by self-consciousness or fear of looking goofy or silly. Watching some of her peers’ faces as they were having a conversation was a show of smirks, winces, excited and funny faces, and open-mouthed expressiveness. For her to let go like that was much more of a conscious and thoughtful effort. She sometimes tried to break out of her shyness, but it rarely came off as natural, which made her even more afraid of judgment.

Being in France was interesting because the people here were very warm and friendly. Their expressiveness was to a completely different, European standard. The noises people made when they greeted each other were completely different than in America: “yoooohooo!” as two ladies greeted each other in a restaurant or the exclamation when a waitress dropped her dishes, “opah!” and such, were completely different than American standards she was used to. If the American standard was the “cool” standard, then the French standard was far more unabashed and absent of self-consciousness she saw in the American social norms. At the same time, the French seemed to be a warmer, happier, more expressive people, at least in this cozy little French town.

Carolyn was fascinated to see the contrast, though she never thought she could be so expressive. She had always wanted that part of her personality to flow acıbadem escort naturally, but she was too self-conscious, too thoughtful, too introverted, introspective, and nervous. She felt like her parents were always critical of her, even when they were not there. This wasn’t even just in her big things like her school or her studies. It was everything, from what she was wearing, to how she spoke, to how she said hello, to how she ate in restaurants.

She was very excited to be in France visiting her aunt for the first time, having heard many stories about France from her family growing up. Getting away from that stressful home life the summer would offer to a completely new and different world in France with different customs, and different people with different natures right down to their cores gave her a taste of being completely free of judgment. Her aunt wasn’t critical in the same way, and allowed her to be very free, offering her only kindness and encouragement for however she chose to spend her month-long visit.

The house where Carolyn was staying was a rustic farmhouse-style chateau as they called it, and absolutely delightful. It wasn’t the same as American standards. The stone was cracked along one wall of the house, but it had apparently been that way for over 100 years, and bore a certain charm, with ivy growing artfully in the crevasse. This week, her aunt was away in Paris on business for three days and had left her completely alone. Ah the joy of having the entire place to herself. The best part, of course, was the swimming pool.

Because of Carolyn’s newly inspired exploration of personal freedoms, she had been thinking of sleeping nude for several the past several nights. She had once heard that many Europeans sleep nude, and this was the perfect excuse to try it. She needed an excuse to try it at first. Maybe it was something about the air or the European vibe. Two nights ago, she had tried it for the first time. While she was initially afraid of being caught, she decided to accept the risk, figuring it was a different country and nobody knew her. She immediately fell in love with the sensations. The comforter and sheets felt divine. She couldn’t believe sleeping nude was legal it felt so delightful and freeing!

As her thirst for sensual adventure grew, she had been increasingly thinking of swimming nude in the pool. The first time it crossed her mind, while having dinner with her aunt, her first thought was “OMG, I wouldn’t dare.” A few days of swimming in a bathing suit later, she couldn’t wait for her aunt to be out of the house, so she could try it.

Yesterday for the first time ever, with nobody around the property, she tried swimming in the nude and was instantly enamored. The water felt like silk all over her body. She couldn’t believe the sensations! Of course, it was a private pool on more than two acres of wooded property with multiple driveways. The property was well-covered with trees and bushes, so nobody could see. There was at least another acre of woods between her aunt’s house and the nearest country road.

Still, it felt a bit rebellious and adventurous, making her very excited by it all. As she stretched between her comforter and sheets in the nude, she enjoyed the feeling of the cotton on her soft skin, and slowly pushed her wavy blonde hair out of her face. She felt a sense of amazing joy and couldn’t wait to have another nude swim in the pool. The excitement she felt superseded and drowned out any fears or concerns. She still knew the same risks were there, she just didn’t care, figuring she’d just deal with the situation if it arose then. After staying cozy in bed for a few more minutes, she got up and threw a feather-light pink summer dress over her body that she found hanging in the closet. After having a cup of coffee in the kitchen as the French do, she headed out to the pool.

She almost skipped as she embarked down the hallway toward the back door to the pool patio. As she opened it, the beautiful warm summer air hit her immediately. The rustic pool built into an old stone patio was surrounded by trees and shrubbery in every direction. Off to the left, there was a nice sized lawn and a dirt and gravel road next to it which became one of the driveways. Around the pool, trees let the sunshine sparkle through their leaves, lighting up the shimmering surface of the beautiful pool. Knowing she was safe and completely alone, she immediately whipped off the dress in one move and gracefully laid down on a comfy canvas lounge, excited to be sunbathing nude. She consciously kept her knees together to be ultra-ladylike as she did it, for her own amusement.

Carolyn spoke to herself playfully in a French accent, as though she could step into being a different European woman in a European culture and sidestep all her American shyness about being nude. She said to herself smilingly, “anz zis pool iz all yours, mademoiselle, if ze lady would please enjoy”, and then she laughed to herself. She even giggled out loud a little.

She bağdat caddesi escort didn’t know what came over her. She had never gone nude before. Now, she was stark, raving buck, laying on a lounge outside in the open air on her aunt’s pool patio — not even in her own house no less.

She was always curious about other women who slept nude or sunbathed nude or went swimming nude. She thought it was the most sensual, exciting thing a person could do. She was enthralled by the idea that many mature, intelligent, young women had a preference for not wearing pajamas or bathing suits. She thought about how sunbathing and swimming nude was completely and perfectly respectable. She thought about the mature, intelligent women who would engage in such recreation and otherwise leading completely normal and respectable lives. It was simply how they chose to sunbathe and swim. She wondered how they could be confident at school or work after having slept nude the night before, and wondered if it was even empowering and the sensuality actually added to their confidence. The idea was fascinating.

She had read that a highly respected actress had mentioned in an interview that she chose to swim in her pool in the buff, and she imagined most highly respected and educated women justifying it purely for health and practicality reasons. “It’s perfectly legitimate,” she told herself, “for reasons of personal freedom, enjoying the breeze, letting go of daily stressors, to sunbathe in the nude.” She told herself it wasn’t even scandalous, even though she did find it sensual and thrilling that she was laying her beautifully tender pale skin out in the sunshine “completely bare.”

She lay there for quite a while, sparring with the idea of allowing a big natural smile to come over her face as she allowed the sun to warm her. Gentle warm waves flowed through her and it felt nice. This was her vacation, and she was going to fully enjoy it. She was going to be like those women she admired, enjoying a free and sensual lifestyle. It was exciting and daring, and she was going to go right ahead and enjoy.

There was something very sensual about the entire town. She got the sense from the European vibe that if anybody had known that she was sunbathing nude, it would be perfectly understood and respected as normal when you have your own private pool. Some people are like that in America, but many American women would wear a full bathing suit even when they were alone in a fully private pool.

At this point, she thought that sounded silly and sheltered, as she felt the sun and the gentle breeze caressing the entirety of her skin. It felt absolutely delicious. And she imagined then, so would a swim be. She was delaying going into the pool for the sole reason that she was letting herself build up the excitement. She wondered how she would go in. Would she dive in and experience flying in nude head first? Would she go in slowly walking as the picture of relaxed carefree luxury? Or, would she do a silly dance for the 12 feet or so between the lounge where she was and the stone pool steps, letting go of qualms about being silly while nude? Oh, how to enjoy it, she pondered. The question seemed to have endless possibilities, each more delightful than the next.

There was a time when she didn’t think she would dare swim nude in a pool for risk of being caught. There was a time when she didn’t think she would dare sunbathe nude. What if somebody came in the middle of the night! What if there was a fire alarm or an emergency! The risk of being caught was too scary. However, over time, she became curious about what actually would happen in such a scenario. Submersed in the European experience, she was able to step out of such concerns. Then, as she slowly considered her fear of such happening but did it anyway, her conquests actually turned into a feeling of elation.

She felt like, if she were ever caught unexpectedly at the pool by her aunt, she would just give a pre-prepared excuse like, “I didn’t think there would be anyone here, and my bathing suit was uncomfortable.” Eventually, she wondered whether even saying anything at all would be necessary, as she eventually came around to the view that a mature French woman would certainly understand a young lady’s choice to sunbathe and swim in a private pool with nothing on.

As the breeze stroked her blonde hair, and she became aware of having a nice coat of sweat on her body, she decided that she would go in for a dip. She ended up walking to the pool in a silly little effeminate hop from one leg to another while waving her arms above her head, making art out of her body’s experience. It was the playful, silly choice that finally won out by being the most thoughtless one. It was only twelve feet or so to the pool steps, and she enjoyed the little trek immensely. Going in, to her own surprise, she let out a soft coo as the lukewarm water enveloped her legs, thighs, torso and chest. She eased in and leaned into a soft breaststroke, kozyatağı escort smiling. And that was genuine.

There was something empowering and exciting about what she was doing. She enjoyed her gentle dip in the sun-warmed pool and her blissful breaststroke across, gently gliding through the water which caressed her all over. She swam to the far edge of the pool, and back again enjoying every stroke through the warm water. One lap was enough for a quick dip, she then reasoned, and relaxed by the step for a moment, taking a deep breath.

She calmly walked up the steps and slowly walked back and laid back down on the lounge. It was the absolute perfect day, she thought, as a stream of pool-water from a strand of her hair ran down her cheek and neck. She wondered what she was going to do today besides this, if anything. She looked up at the beautiful sky and the way the sunlight came through the trees, and she was in complete, relaxed bliss. This first year of college had been challenging, but she had managed to stay away from the bad elements of partying, drinking, the wrong type of boys, and so on. She didn’t have much interest in that, preferring to read, look at art, go to museums, and otherwise enjoy more refined and subdued aspects of life.

As the sun and warm breeze caressed her now even more sensitive body air-drying in the complete open, she wondered who was nearby in the neighborhood and what was going on in town.

She looked over at the side wall of the house, where there was a yellow country bicycle with a front basket leaning against it that she had ridden around the property the other day. When she first arrived, she thought the bike looked corny. It wasn’t a cool, modern mountain bike, but an old-style bike with no gears, like one that someone in the last century would have ridden. As she enjoyed laying there, she began to let go of such judgments and began to fantasize about how amazing it would feel to ride the bike, with the breeze all over her body. Maybe the fact that it was a dorky bike would be even more exciting. She would have to brave that dorkiness and rise above it. She wondered if she could do so confidently.

She couldn’t help but think about trying to ride the bike nude and what that would feel like. Or perhaps, riding almost nude with just that light summer dress on. She fantasized about riding it around the block, around the neighborhood, or even to town about half a mile away. She fantasized about going to the store and laughed to herself. The thoughts teased her until the idea was thrilling and soon irresistible. She decided she would get up, and try riding the bike and see how it felt.

She threw her airy, light pink dress over her barely dry body, slipped into a pair of minimalist black flip-flops by the door, and hopped onto the bike. She grabbed the handlebars, pushed down on the forward pedal, and started rolling along the lawn slowly, down the rocky dirt road, and toward the front gate of the property.

As soon as she started moving, the breeze gently blew across her face, her arms, her shoulders, her feet, her legs, and her thighs, feeling amazing. Her eyes widened. The most exciting part was the breeze blowing upward under her dress, separating her dress from her otherwise nude body. In the most delightful surprise, the dress was very large and loose for her size, and it was so light that, as she rode the bike, the gentle breeze indeed fully raised it off her skin, leaving several inches of freedom between her and the dress.

While the bottom of the hem stayed almost down by her knees, the rest was separate from her body, puffed up and fully inflated with air.

She strode a couple of pedal-lengths with the bike, taking immediate interest in the curious phenomenon. Upon looking downward as she rode, she could clearly see inside the wide dress neckline to her own breasts, her abdomen, her thighs, and her entire body from chest to her toes in all its naked splendor. Essentially, she was riding the bike completely nude, and the dress was merely floating around her, keeping a significant distance away from her nude body.

She stopped again as she was getting closer to the road, and said “wait a minute” to herself. She wondered if she could ride near the gate like that, as there might be someone at the road. She wondered if other people could see what she is experiencing. Her thoughts were a blend of fear, worry, excitement, and wanting to ensure she would appear decent.

She rode another a few pedal-lengths, and again, the dress came away from her body, whenever she sat on the seat or stood up on the pedals and pedaled forward some more. It was the same phenomenon. When she stood on the pedals, the movement freed her back, thighs, and buttocks completely, as the dress was completely free-floating. Whether she sat or stood up, riding the bike, even at a slow speed, completely inflated her dress and lifted it off her body. It felt absolutely delectable!

“Can other people see?” she wondered. The dress was super light, airy, very thin, and completely at the mercy of the wind. A couple of times, with stronger gusts of wind, she wondered whether it would actually lift upward over body or even over her head, but the hem line was very good at staying around her knees. The rest of the silky material floated around her the way a weightless paper-thin plastic bag might float on air.

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Colleen raised her head and turned it to the left to see a golf cart approaching, her co-worker Mike behind the wheel. “Need a ride?” he called out. As her end-of-the-day job, she’d been assigned to sweep the parking lot of the zoo where they worked. Now, after an hour in the early August sun, heat radiating upward from the endless expanse of asphalt, Colleen was exhausted.

“Yes, thank goodness,” Colleen replied as Mike stopped next to her. This was the second summer they’d worked together and, although she only occasionally hung out with him outside of work, they’d become good friends. They primarily worked together in the entrance area, either taking money from guests or helping load them onto and off trams that took them through the park. At first, they’d just happened to be scheduled together, but as time went on she signed up for shifts with him as often as possible. He was a hard worker, dependable and reliable. On busy days it was nice having him there, and on slow days he was easy to talk to and made the day go by more quickly.

Colleen set her broom, dustpan and trash bag in the back and climbed into the front seat of the golf cart, catching Mike’s quick glance at her legs as she settled in. I can’t really blame the guy, she thought, knowing her toned, athletic legs were her best feature. That or my tight little ass, she said to herself. That was another thing Colleen liked about Mike–it was obvious he was attracted to her. He was always discreet, never leering or being creepy about it, but on plenty of occasions she’d caught him checking her out, which she took as a compliment. Unfortunately, he’d never done anything about it, but if he wanted to look, that was fine with her. Besides, for giving me a ride out of this broiling parking lot, he can look at whatever he wants. As Mike hit the gas and the cart lurched forward, Colleen couldn’t help but notice a growing smile on his face.

“What’s with you?” she asked, wondering if her legs really looked that good.

“Dana and I are going out on Thursday night,” he replied. “I asked her this afternoon and she said yes.”

“Oh, thank God!” Colleen said a little too excitedly. “A year too late, but I’ll take it. This is such good news.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, a little defensively.

“Come on, you two have wanted to get it on since last summer,” Colleen said. “If you weren’t such a dumbass you could’ve been with her all year.” Colleen always spoke her mind, and one of the reasons she liked Mike was that he didn’t shy away from that at all. In fact, he liked it, and Colleen could tell he was attracted to strong, opinionated women.

“She had a boyfriend last summer,” Mike said even more defensively as they exited the parking lot and headed for the dumpsters.

“Yeah, one she would’ve dumped for you in about two seconds,” Colleen replied. “And they broke up last winter, so she’s been single all summer. So have you, I might add. But of course you wait until now to do anything about it.” Mike was a great guy, and a good friend, but he wasn’t good with girls. He lacked confidence and had missed many opportunities over this summer and last. But now it looked like things were changing, and Colleen couldn’t be more excited. “Seriously, though, I’m glad you finally came to your senses and asked her out,” she added.

“Thanks,” he said as they briefly stopped and dropped the bag of trash into the dumpster and hung the broom and dustpan on the fence. “It’s good to know you approve. It means so much, you know,” he added sarcastically.

I just hope this means you’ll finally get a girlfriend, Colleen thought to herself. He’d never talked about hookups or a girlfriend before, and she suspected he’d never gotten laid. It made her sad, knowing he was 20 and about to start his junior year of college. They went to the same school, Colleen a year younger and entering her sophomore year. They didn’t hang out during her first year, since he already had his friend group and she’d joined a sorority right off the bat. If only he’d called her a few times, her sorority sisters could definitely have helped him out, she thought.

But it was better this way, she said to herself as they headed for the employee lot. Dana obviously liked Mike, flirting with him openly and obviously every time they were together. Which was a lot, as she always found some excuse for needing to talk to him, even when they worked in separate areas. Colleen didn’t know Dana well, but they were friendly and got along whenever they worked together. And Dana was cute–probably even cuter than her, if Colleen was being honest. Dana was petite, with curly dark hair, perky medium-sized boobs, and a slender waist and nice ass.

Which was why it had been so frustrating watching Mike waste the summer away. Dana was single and obviously ready for a new man, but he either didn’t pick up on it or was too unsure of himself to act. Colleen had asked about Dana several times, more than once telling him he should ask her out. Week after week rolled by until now, finally, he’d done it. As he stopped next acıbadem escort to her car, she said, “Seriously, I’m happy for you. I’m off the next two days but let me know how it goes on Thursday. And we’re still on for Friday, right?”

“Absolutely,” he said. “I’ll pick you up at 8:00 a.m.”

“Sounds good,” Colleen said. “You can come straight from Dana’s house.” Mike started to protest, a look of surprise on his face. “I know, I’m just kidding. It’s a first date. But have fun, okay? You’re gonna be great.” She patted him on the hand and smiled, looking right into his eyes for a moment before turning to get out. Dana could do worse, she thought as she turned and quicky waved goodbye, heading for the driver’s door as Mike pulled away.

Three days later, on Friday, Mike arrived at her house right on time in his dad’s pickup truck. The bed was piled high with furniture and boxes for his apartment but, as promised, he’d left room for her things. They were driving to campus to get a head start on moving in. Colleen was living in the Delta Gamma house this year, packed into a small room with two other girls. It didn’t leave room for many personal belongings, which at least made packing easier.

“Good morning,” he said as he got out of the driver’s seat and dropped the tailgate.

“Good morning to you, too,” Colleen said with a smile as she put her shoulder-length blonde hair into a ponytail. She bent over to pick up a box from her front porch and carry it to the driveway. As she stood up, she noticed his eyes dart up to her face. I guess he likes my skirt, she thought. “How’d last night go?” she asked as she walked toward his truck. Just as he was about to answer, Colleen’s dad exited the front door to help load the truck. “Mike, this is my dad. Dad, this is Mike,” she said.

“Nice to meet you,” Mike said as they shook hands. They made some small talk as they loaded Colleen’s boxes of clothes and personal belongings into the truck. She didn’t have much, six boxes and a duffel bag in total, so they made quick work of it. Once everything was tied down Colleen hugged her dad and told him goodbye.

“I’ll see you Sunday,” she said as she climbed into the passenger seat. It was a warm morning, three weeks before school started, and Colleen was excited to get a chance to spend a weekend on campus before the hordes of students arrived. She’d wanted to spend the summer there, hanging out with her friends and partying, but her parents had insisted she live at home given that she had just finished her freshman year. At least I’ll get a weekend, she thought as she pulled the door shut.

Mike climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine. He pulled away from the curb and headed down the street, making a left at the end to make his way out of the subdivision. Colleen didn’t say anything, waiting for him to answer her original question. Mike turned out of her subdivision onto the main road and drove toward the interstate. After several minutes Colleen couldn’t take it anymore. “So, are you going to answer my question?” she asked.

“What question?” Mike replied.

“Don’t play dumb,” she responded. “How’d last night go?”

“It was good,” he said as he turned onto the ramp to get on the interstate.

“That’s it?” she asked with a hint of annoyance in her voice. “It was good?”

“Yeah, it was good,” he said. “We had a nice time.”

“Ugh, guys are so annoying,” Colleen replied. “I need details. What did you do? What did you talk about? Come on, tell me how it went.” Somewhat grudgingly, Mike told her about taking Dana out for dinner, and then dessert, and then a walk through a nearby park. She could tell he had a good time, and by the time they reached the edge of the city he’d given her all the details she needed except one. “So, how’d it end?” she asked.

“I drove her home,” Mike said.

“And?” Colleen asked. He didn’t respond, and Colleen knew he was messing with her now. After a long pause, she added, “For God’s sake, did you kiss her?”

“Yes, I did,” he replied with a smile.

“Where?” Colleen asked.

“On her lips,” Mike replied.

“No, where were you?” Colleen asked.

“In my car, in her driveway,” he responded.

“Did you do a good job?” Colleen asked.

“Did I do a good job?” Mike responded. “That’s what you’re asking me?”

“Yeah, did you do a good job?” Colleen said. “Did she like it? Tell me all the details.”

“I parked in the driveway and told her I had a really good time. She said she did too. Then I leaned over and kissed her,” Mike said.

“For how long?” Colleen asked.

“I don’t know, a couple minutes,” Mike said.

“Tongue?” Colleen asked. Mike nodded. “That’s good. Did you feel her up?”

“Come on, are you really asking me that?” Mike replied. “I felt her boob through her shirt, but no, I wouldn’t say I felt her up.”

“Then what?” Colleen asked.

“Then we stopped kissing, and she smiled and said she’d better call it a night, and I walked her to her front door,” Mike said. bağdat caddesi escort “I told her again I had a really good time and asked if she’d like to go out again sometime.”

“What did she say?” Colleen asked.

“She said she’d think about it and to call her after our trip,” Mike said.

“She said she’d think about it?” Colleen asked, concern in her voice. “What did she say exactly?”

“I don’t know, she kind of hesitated and said she’d like to but she has a lot going on, so she’d have to think about it,” Mike said. “Then she said she knew we were driving up to school so I should have fun and call her when I get back.”

“Anything else?” Colleen asked.

“No, I started to try to kiss her again but she kind of backed off and said she’d better get going,” Mike said. “So, I said goodnight and that was it.”

“Damn it,” Colleen said with annoyance.

“What?” Mike asked. “Do you think that’s bad? Did I screw it up?”

“Pull over at this exit,” Colleen said. They were a few miles outside the city by now, rolling past farmland and the occasional exit containing gas stations and fast-food restaurants. Mike pulled off the highway and Colleen directed him to a truck stop. “Park over there, in the back corner of the lot.” Mike looked at her skeptically but she insisted, so he parked the truck in the shade of a tree in the corner of the lot, far from any other vehicles.

“What are we doing?” he asked as he put the truck in park and turned to look at Colleen.

“I need you to show me how you kissed her,” Colleen said.

“You what?” Mike replied, clearly startled.

“I need you to show me how you kissed her,” Colleen said. She sat waiting for several seconds before adding, “I’m worried you turned her off, so show me how you did it.” She smiled at him and turned her body slightly to the left, her green eyes locked on his. “Come on, it’s just a kiss. Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.”

“Uh, okay,” he said, and leaned in. Colleen closed her eyes and felt his lips on hers. It had been a few months since she’d been kissed, and it felt good–at least at first. After a few kisses he kind of lunged forward, aggressively pressing his mouth against hers. She felt his tongue enter her mouth and it quickly felt like he was trying to shove it down her throat while simultaneously swallow her face. She kissed him back but soon felt herself pushed back into the seat as he pressed against her. After less than a minute she’d had enough.

“Okay, that’s enough,” she said as she pulled away and used her hands to gently push him away. “We have some work to do.”

“What do you mean?” he asked. “Was I that bad? Are you saying that’s why she hesitated when I asked her out again?”

“If that’s how you kissed her, then yes,” Colleen said. “But we can fix that. Kiss me again, but this time calm down.” Mike hesitated, clearly unsure of what was going on. “Look, I’m trying to help you. I’m single, you’re single, so it’s not a big deal. Besides, I know you think I’m cute.” He blushed and she smiled at him, taking her hair out of the ponytail as she did. She knew her face looked better with her hair down.

Colleen scooted closer to him on the bench seat, now nestled right next to him. She was wearing a light gray cotton skirt that showed most of her slender, toned thighs. She was petite, only 5’3″ and 110 pounds, and she could tell he was attracted to her by the way he adjusted himself in the seat, trying to conceal the erection Colleen knew was growing inside his pants. She closed her eyes and cocked her head as he leaned in, pleased to feel his lips on hers once more.

This time he kissed her softly and slowly and waited to use his tongue for a while. When he finally slipped it into her mouth he was more restrained, although she did have to slow him down a few times by gently pulling away. After a good 10 minutes she felt his hand on her side, then on her right breast. She felt herself get a little moist as his fingers rubbed her nipple through her shirt and bra. Colleen was a little self-conscious about her breasts, given that they were only A cups, but was glad he seemed to like them. After a few minutes she pulled away and said, “That was much better. I’d love to keep going, but we’d better get back on the road.”

They drove in silence for a while, both apparently unsure of what to say after what they’d just done. After about 15 minutes Colleen saw a rest area sign and asked Mike to stop so she could use the restroom. When she returned to the car she said, “While we’re here, do you want to practice some more?” He leaned in and they made out for another 15 minutes until they both agreed they had to keep driving.

They stopped three more times along the way, turning what should have been a four-hour drive into an almost six-hour trip. Each session was increasingly intense, with Mike reaching up her shirt more and more and slipping his hand inside her skirt the last time. By the time they got to her sorority house, Colleen was incredibly kozyatağı escort aroused. “Why don’t we stop by your apartment first?” she asked as they sat in the parking lot. “I can help you unload your stuff and then we can come back here.”

“But we’re already at your….” Mike said, trailing off as he realized what she was saying. “Okay, sounds like a plan.” He put the car in drive and headed for his apartment. It was only about a five-minute drive, and before she knew it they were in the parking lot. He stopped in the rental office to get his keys as Colleen waited impatiently in the truck. Moments later he returned and they walked to his apartment. As they stepped inside, she said, “Wow, this is really nice. Much better than the dorms and my sorority.” The apartment was three levels, two bedrooms in the basement and two on the top floor, with a living area and kitchen on the ground floor. Colleen was pleased to see his roommates weren’t there yet. “Which bedroom is yours?” she asked as she locked the front door.

“One of the upstairs ones,” he said. “Since I’m here first I guess I get to pick.” They walked upstairs and checked out both rooms, which were furnished with a double bed, desk, and dresser.

“I like this one,” Colleen said, ushering him into the back upstairs bedroom. She locked the door behind them and they stood facing each other. The room was lit only by daylight, and the blinds were closed, but it was bright enough that she could see him well. Colleen could tell he was nervous, uncertain about what was about to happen. “Just relax,” she said as she took off her white tank top.

Colleen walked toward him, pressing her body against his. He was about seven inches taller and leaned down to kiss her, his hands immediately going to her breasts, which only made her hornier. Colleen reached up and unhooked her bra, letting him fondle her boobs as they made out. Then she put her hand on the back of his head and guided it to her breasts, letting her bra fall to the floor so he could suck her aching nipples. After a few minutes he returned to kissing her, squeezing her ass as he did. Pulling back, Colleen asked, “Mike, would you like a blowjob?” He shifted nervously, surprised by the question and obviously uncomfortable.

“Uh, well, I, um, I guess, uh, yeah, sure,” he replied.

“Just to making sure everything goes smoothly before you and Dana go any further, okay?” she said.

“Goes smoothly?” he asked.

“You’re used to using your hand, right?” she asked, giving him a knowing look. He got a little red in the face, so she added, “Look, you’re a guy. I know how it is. But I think we should make sure you’re ready. You don’t want to have any trouble the first time with her, right?”

“No, I guess not,” he said. “But I don’t have any trouble. I’m sure it won’t be a problem.”

“I know, but we’d better make sure,” Colleen said as she reached down and started stroking him through his shorts. “Mmm, that feels good. I feel bad for teasing you so much on the drive up, so I want to make sure I take care of you. I really want to go down on you. It turns me on so much,” Colleen said as she knelt down. “And we can make sure you’re ready for your date.” She unbuckled his belt and quickly unbuttoned his shorts and unzipped his fly. His shorts fell to the floor and she put her hands on his thighs, sliding them up his hairy legs and inside his boxers. She let her fingers graze his balls, eliciting a moan as she gently slid her hands past his dick and onto his lower abdomen. He groaned as she touched him, his cock tenting his boxers right in front of her face.

“I want to taste you so bad,” Colleen said. “I want to make you cum in my mouth.” She moved her hands outward, lifting the waistband of his boxers over his cock and then taking his boxers to his ankles. “Take your shift off,” she directed as she put her hair back into a ponytail. “Very good,” she said as he complied and stood naked before her, his pants around his ankles. “You have a really nice cock,” she said as she began to lightly stroke his shaft. “Six inches?” she asked.

“Six-and-a-half,” he moaned as she slightly tightened her grip. Colleen lowered her head and began to lick his balls before sucking on them, first one and then the other. She slid her tongue up his sack to the base of his cock and then all the way up the underside to the tip. With her lips poised on his head, she looked up and smiled as their eyes met. Holding his cock with her hand, she leaned back slightly and said, “Just relax and enjoy it, okay?”

He nodded and she took his head into her mouth, softly sucking it a few times before sliding her lips down his shaft. Colleen’s mouth was small and he easily filled her. She loved the feeling of having him inside her for what she knew was his first time. She began to suck him, slowly at first and then gradually with more speed. She couldn’t take his entire length, but got most of it. She heard him begin to breathe faster and, with her right hand, felt his thigh muscles contract.

With her left hand she gently fondled his balls as she sucked him, going from tip to as far down the shaft as she could each time. After a while his muscles contracted more, and his moans grew louder. Colleen tasted precum on her tongue and knew he was getting close. She kept going, letting her saliva cover his cock and drip onto the floor. She bobbed her head faster, tightening her lips as he swelled inside her.

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Coffee Date From the Dating App

I try not to give too much away when I post a profile to a dating app, but I always include that I prefer ‘spicy over vanilla’. This usually starts conversations, but it doesn’t bring creeps out of the woodwork. However, I do like to include a snippet of my generous cleavage and my pretty French manicured nails. These are both conversation starters and guys will always comment about one or the other, sometimes both.

We’ll call this particular date, Daniel. His profile was very obscure with no facial photos, just a couple of sunsets of the downtown skyline. Actually I felt lucky they were not the usual ‘trophy’ pictures of fish they had caught, their cars, boats, motorcycles or pool tables. My laughable favorites are bathroom mirror pictures, before they’ve figured out that their phone cameras take pictures from both sides. I just have to smile when I see those. Daniel alluded to a professional career and that he lived relatively close by, which is always appreciated. He strung me along with several app messages but he kept me coming back for more over several days. He kept saying he had to work, but I wasn’t so sure. He finally offered me his private phone number and I jumped at the chance to see if I could squeak out an opportunity to get his picture and even a better opportunity to share more of my revealing pictures… more, deep cleavage or worse.

He finally agreed to meet me for coffee, awkwardly at 1030 in the morning at a very public location. I threw on a little summer black dress with strappy black sandals and of course lots of cleavage. I was a smidge early but pleasantly surprised to see him roll up in his Audi T2, which was so elegant. It instantly reminded me of the Audis used throughout the Shadey 50 books. Those were such page-turners for me and brought back some very wet memories. I remember devouring those books, practically in a single sitting. I was probably late to the party but I loved every page. Maybe Daniel could be my Christian?

Did I mention how handsome he was? He was clean shaven with a few tattoos peeking out of his crisp polo shirt. I was really trying not to stare. I didn’t want to seem desperate, but I really wanted to sneak in a kiss, but really wanted grab his ass. I know, it’s not very ladylike but a lady has to dream. I ordered a simple iced coffee and he ordered black. I love simplicity and I simply wanted to kiss him. I café had just kurtköy escort a few customers. He found us a set of elevated stools and we sat close to each other, starting out with simple questions. There was so much to know about this mysterious man with no pictures on his profile. We were polite but I could tell he was intrigued with me, as I was with him. We started with droll conversations about jobs, foods that we hate. I think tofu should be illegal and he threw in the obligatory Brussel sprouts. Did I tell you how much a wanted to touch him, kiss him, drag my nails across his strained zipper… then smooth my hands down his back and trace my name with my nails across his chest. I really was hot and bothered. The café was cold enough for hanging meat, but I really think I was sweating. Could he smell me? Not just my Versace perfume but from my now hot box. I think we both shifted more awkwardly several times. He already told me he couldn’t stay long, but who does that on a first date. We needed lots more time to tell our stories or maybe switch to more comfortable chairs? I needed to touch him, more of him, more of me. It felt primal, urgent and rushed. Did he see my chest heave when he touched my leg. I don’t think it was a mistake. It didn’t seem casual, it felt intentional. He wanted to touch me. He spoke in hushed tones, so as not to startle the elderly ladies that were sitting 2 tables away. I didn’t care who heard us. I need people to witness when I touched him, kissed him. I often think I scare men. I am outspoken, opinionated and quite forward. I needed for him to understand and know that I wanted more than coffee, much more.

He said he needed to leave. Damn, it wasn’t even an hour. When he rose it was obvious that his cock was straining inside his shorts. He tugged at his pants and I tried not to stare. We talked about our upcoming schedules for the week and we started to head for the door. I wasn’t ready, I really need him to know that I wanted him to whisk me away. I need his hands on me, dragging his firm hands across my body and pulling at my clothes. He said he had a few more minutes and asked me to sit in his car. It seemed bold but I wanted more time. He had parked away from the others in the lot, but honestly at 11am, there were few people there.

He held the door for me and I glided into the seat. It was soft, smooth leather and the smell was masculine, just like beykoz escort leather should. As he closed the door, the sound was blighted, like nothing else mattered. As he walked around to the driver side; I smelled it, more like I smelled me. I was secluded in a car with a man that I wanted and he surely would smell me too. I couldn’t tell if I was horrified or thrilled to let him know how my body was reacting to being close to him. I wanted him know, I needed him to know. He slid into his seat and reached across the gear shift to warmly take my left hand. He brought it to his mouth and kissed it gently, slowly and so softly. We hadn’t had much time together, but this moment was carnal to me. He very much sealed the deal with those kisses. He said he didn’t want to leave but the café was noisy with the music playing, the staff talking and the din of restaurant life. He said he was too distracted.

I think I was truly melting as he released my hand and reached across to more deeply to pull at my hemline. He said he wanted to see more of my creamy thighs and discover where that rich scent was coming from. He didn’t need to use vulgar words for me to understand. I shifted in my seat and shimmied my dress to the edge of no return. I don’t think first coffee dates are supposed to go like this, but I didn’t question his intentions. I need to feel him, feel his touch on me. I craved this man. Daniel traced his fingers along the curve of my thigh until he reached my laced panties. He didn’t push or pull, but carefully hooked his index finger to encourage their release. I think he heard my breath hitch and looked at me. His left hand slowly brushed my face and he pulled me in for a slow deep kiss. He wasn’t leaving, he was keeping me there. I think we both now had zero plans.

I can’t remember the last time I made-out in a car. But Daniel and I were now entangled. Our fingers were locked and our mouths had no interest in parting. I knew what was coming and the café seemed miles away. I was worried he was going to impale himself on the gear shift. He looked towards the backseat and just nodded… nothing more. We both grabbed the door handles at the same time and hopped into the backseat. The bench style seats were a much better fit. He slid to the center and I easily straddled him, facing him, and longing for him. His firm hands grabbed my ass and drew me into him. My hands twisted around his üsküdar escort neck and I made sure there was no daylight between us. This truly was no first date but a rich collaboration of perfectly fitted bodies of two consenting adults. And with a smooth movement he pulled my dress hemline above my waist. I made no protest and wiggled my hips to encourage the release. There were no words but just lots of heavy breathing.

His hands smoothed across my back and down my ass. The feel of his grip felt natural and effortless. He told me to grab the rear headrests and to lift up. With a fluid movement he slid his pants and shorts down to his knees and his cock sprang forward. I think I let out an audible gasp and he asked me if I liked it. I locked eyes with him and giggled. Now I felt like a school girl in college. This now felt familiar. I rested my ass on his bare thighs. He reached between my thighs and drew two thick fingers in my pussy. I was already wet, probably the whole time we were in the café too. His fingers in a swift motion came to my mouth and then to his. It was like sharing ice cream on a hot day… creamy and sweet. It was a dead sexy move to share my wetness between us. I rolled his fingers around in my mouth and let out an audible sigh. I was sooo wet and he knew it in an instant. He raised me again with his hand to help me find purchase on his cock, all of it. I was onto my knees helping lower myself onto that hard shaft. I had my hands on his shoulders and he kept his on my hips. This was heaven.

With a soft fluid motion lowered myself further until there was no more. My ass made contact with his thighs again and again. My slick juice made easy work of this. He buried his face in my dress at my shoulder. I could feel every inch work to the hilt. His breath was heavy and ragged while mine was labored. I shifted my hand to the back of the seat and tilted my pelvis angle. I needed to feel his cock grind against me, stroke after stroke. This was too intense to linger, I needed to feel him unload in me. I called his name several times and told him I needed to finish. I was already building with what felt like an amazing orgasm. I created both the angle and the pace. He told me he was almost there. I begged him to let me finish. He spoke softly that he needed it too. I took 4 more long strokes and I could feel him tense and shuddered, as I felt waves of pleasure wash over me. He begged me to be still. I felt him spasm in several successions and his labored breathing began to calm. He folded his arms around me and I kissed his forehead several times. We sat in silence for several minutes and basked in the moment. He nuzzled his face into me as I felt the slick cream slide onto his legs and onto the seat. I don’t think there will ever be another first date like this one.

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A/N – Hello all. I think this is only the third story I’ve ever written for this category, and the first two stories were part of a series I finished long ago.

Much like my ‘Love Around the World’ series, most of these stories will probably only be around 10k to 15k words. Well, that’ll be the aim though they might go for longer, as long as the stories don’t drone on unnecessarily!

Previous stories in this series:

My Father’s Best Friend (Gay Male)

My Mother’s Best Friend (Mature)

Australian / British standard English. There is a good chance of: lots of profanity, characters drinking, typos, mistakes, and bad grammar at times.

Proofreading and editing suggestions provided by OhDave1. Any mistakes are still mine.

Comments are appreciated as always. Anonymous comments are moderated.

Feedback by email is always welcome. Enjoy chatting with anyone who likes my work.

*****

A sister does her best to help her little brother finally get laid.

*****

Hannah

Watching her little brother messing around with a couple of his friends by the pool, she glanced to her side to see her three best friends all watching on with interest. Hannah still referred to Chris as her ‘little brother’ though there wasn’t all that much ‘little’ about him anymore. He’d turned twenty a couple of months before and had long towered over the women of the household. He’d done so since around the age of seventeen when he finally had that long-awaited growth spurt.

He was now six-two. Years of playing rugby league had helped give him a defined physique as although only an amateur, he took it seriously and was at the gym five days a week. Broad-shouldered, strong arms, a toned chest though not overly cut. His blue eyes were currently hidden by his sunglasses, he used an electric razor and always kept a day or two of stubble. Thick light brown hair on his head.

Hannah knew she was biased when it came to her little brother, thinking he was incredibly handsome. But it was his sweet nature that made her love him so much. He barely had a bad bone in his body. Even on the rugby field, he would put his body on the line but was never unnecessarily violent in what was already a violent game. She’d never seen or heard of him throwing a punch.

And his friends clearly loved him as well. His three friends with him by or in the pool had been by his side since their earliest days at primary school.

“Is your brother still single?” Melody asked her quietly.

Hannah had to nod as she wasn’t aware of any special woman in his life. “The last girlfriend he had was Jennifer, when he was in high school. I don’t think they ever did all that much together,” she replied.

“You don’t think… You think he might still be a virgin?” Melody asked, Hannah noting the surprise in her friend’s tone.

“Well, I don’t think he ever did anything with Jennifer. They started dating before his growth spurt, and though he’s still rather shy now, he was even worse when he was around fifteen. Could barely say two words to a girl. Jennifer was the one to ask him out. She was a cute little thing. A little nerdish, if I’m honest. She genuinely liked him, but I think she liked him as her boyfriend as it kept every other boy at bay. She was bookish, but I saw her over here a couple of times in a two-piece, and she had considerable assets on her chest.”

“But you don’t think they ever did anything?” Melody asked.

“I don’t ask my brother about his sex life, but I think Mum would have got him to say something about it once it happened. Or he would have let it slip.” She paused and sipped at her drink. “I know he was heartbroken when Jennifer chose to attend university in Melbourne instead of staying in Sydney. But she wanted away from everything here. Shitty homelife, not many friends, and going to Melbourne offered a fresh start.”

“And he’s been single since?” Gina wondered, one of her other two friends showing an interest in their conversation.

“As far as I’m aware. He doesn’t talk much about his private life, but I think that’s because there isn’t much of one. He studies five days a week. Goes to footy training two nights a week during the season. Plays his game on a Saturday afternoon. Sunday is his only real free time of the week.”

Hannah laughed as Chris was wrestling with one of his friends and easily got the upper hand, eventually pushing his friend into the pool. His friend reappeared, thankfully laughing away. “Always forget how fucking strong you are,” Mike exclaimed.

“Don’t think I’m offering a hand to help you out. I know you’ll just try and pull me in.”

Mike lifted himself out and walked to get his towel, noticing that Chris kept a careful eye on his friend. Mike was his best friend, and the pair were always horsing around. Both were mature and responsible young men most of the time, but put them together, and they revert to idiot teenager status.

“Do his friends have girlfriends?” Melody wondered.

“Mike’s been with his girlfriend since bostancı escort they were both sixteen. Seeing them together, you know it’s for life. It’s rather beautiful. Mark plays the field. New girl on his arm every three months or so. Daniel is recently single. His girlfriend was a year younger and wanted to enjoy the full university experience.”

“Why do some young women always think that?” Hailey asked.

“It’s the modern world,” Gina replied, “I never had an interest in heading out each weekend to get fucked by random blokes. I mean, enjoy sex if you want, but I always found the sex was far better with someone who loved you, and took the time to learn your body, how to make the experience so totally enjoyable that you’d never want to let him go.”

“So your brother has spent nearly three years at university single and not getting laid?” Melody finally asked.

“It’s not a bad thing being a virgin, Melody,” Hannah replied.

“I know. I know. But he’s so damned sweet and handsome…”

“You’re single, Mel,” Hailey stated, “Why don’t you date him? Or would that be an issue of concern for you, Hannah?”

Melody immediately glanced at Hannah. Hannah was aware that her three friends all had a crush on her little brother. They all might be twenty-four years old, but the age gap wasn’t that much of a problem. Hannah was currently single, and if it wasn’t for the fact Chris was her brother, she would consider dating such a sweet and handsome young man.

“I know you won’t hurt him, Mel,” Hannah finally replied, “But he is my little brother. I know you wouldn’t break his heart, but I’m left thinking that he’s now been a virgin for so long, aware all of his friends have likely lost theirs long ago, that I reckon he might only want to be with a woman who he’ll want to spend his life with.”

“You mean a one-and-done?” Melody replied, “You really think that?”

“If it wasn’t for the fact Jennifer moved away, I think they would have been intimate eventually and would have remained committed.”

“Maybe you could feel him out for me…” Melody finally suggested, “I mean… If you don’t mind the idea of me dating him?”

Hannah removed her sunglasses and looked at her best friend, Melody removing her sunglasses so they could look at each other in the eyes. “You know I love you, Mel. And most important is that I trust you. I’ll talk to Chris and figure out what he really wants. I know you wouldn’t just spend a night in bed with him and that would be it.”

“I wouldn’t just leap into bed with him anyway,” Melody assured her, “Do you think he’d want to date me?”

That made the other three girls laugh. “Please, he’s always checking us out,” Gina exclaimed, thankful that Chris and his friends were far too engaged in their own conversations to pay any attention to their conversation.

“My little brother is obviously very shy, and when it comes to his sister and her friends, I’m sure you don’t miss how awkward he can still be from time to time,” Hannah said, “And the idea of asking out one of his sisters’ friends… I’m sure he probably thinks about it but would believe that I wouldn’t like it.”

“So maybe I should ask him out then?” Melody wondered.

“Let me talk to him first. If he seems keen, then I’ll give you the green light, Melody.”

“You do realise he’s not the only one to have a little crush,” Hailey said softly.

“I’m aware the three of you all like looking at him, but how well do you really know him at heart?”

“I’d like to get to know,” Gina stated.

“Me too,” Hailey added, “But given that we both have boyfriends, and that Melody is currently single…”

The two groups didn’t particularly mingle for the rest of the afternoon. Chris’s friends were friendly but not all that interested given their relationship status or they were a little wary that it was Hannah and her friends. Hannah and her friends only started to head inside when the sun started to disappear, and the heat of the day started to fade.

Chris was already inside, his friends having gone home for the evening. Melody, Gina and Hailey all disappeared to Hannah’s bedroom to get changed, no plans for the evening as they’d been out together the night before. Hannah still lived at home with her mother and younger brother as finding somewhere to live that was reasonably priced had proven difficult. Melody still lived at home, and Gina and Hailey lived with their boyfriends.

Their mother arrived home after a day out with her friends, carrying some shopping and also a couple of large pizzas. Chris wandered out from his bedroom upon hearing his mother call out, greeting her with the usual kiss on the cheek and a big cuddle. Hannah always smiled at seeing how affectionate the young man was with his mother. And her mother always had this smile on her face that reflected just how much she loved that her grown son never shied away from showing his love and affection.

He’d been a little awkward during puberty. No real surprise considering tuzla escort the changes to his body and hormones raging. Hannah had noticed the distance he kept from her, for example. She was aware of the little crush he’d also nursed on his big sister. Never anything that would get out of hand and very weird, but she was only a few years older than he was, and once the awkwardness passed, their relationship was even better.

After dinner, Chris grabbed a drink from the fridge and returned to his room, Hannah noting it was only a bottle of soda. He never drank at home and rarely had much to drink when he was out and about with his friends. Hannah watched some trash television with her mother, sharing a bottle of wine as her mother shared a couple of stories from the brunch she’d had with her friends.

“Megan is on the verge of finally leaving her husband,” she explained, “I told her she should have done it ten years ago. I’ve never been shy in telling you that the best thing I ever did was kick out your father when I did. Nothing but a mooch and a loser.”

“You did have two kids with him, Mum,” Hannah always liked to tease. At least her mother could joke about it nowadays.

“The only good thing about your father was that he was decent in bed. And he helped me get a wonderful daughter and son. At least my little boy isn’t like his father.”

“He’s very sweet, isn’t he?”

“He is.” She watched her mother sip at her glass of wine before she sighed. “I just wonder about, you know… I know he’s not gay. He’s definitely not gay.”

“How do you know?”

“I’ve seen what he likes to watch. I’ve never caught him, you know, jerking off. I’ve just seen his laptop a couple of times.”

“What was he watching?”

“To my surprise, it was simply a film of a young woman pleasuring herself. I would have thought a young man wanted to watch people have sex. What made me laugh is that he’s never hidden away his phone or closed a window on his laptop. If he’s looking at something, he won’t be embarrassed by it.”

“Mum… What do you think of the idea that one of my friends dates him?”

She noticed the slight look of surprise on her mother’s face before she asked, “Who of your friends wants to date him?”

“Melody. I know Chris has always had a little crush on her. And Melody has admitted that she’s been aware of how he’s grown and matured, particularly since he left high school.”

“Melody is a lovely young woman. My son could do a hell of a lot worse. But she’s your best friend, Hannah. Say they date for a while, even get quite serious, but then it goes wrong. Who would…”

“My brother,” she replied without hesitation, “Unless he does something stupid like cheating on her, I’d always choose my brother. Melody would know that too.”

“Does your brother have any idea?”

That made her laugh. “Mum, I don’t think Chris has a clue when it comes to women and their interest in him. We’ve been to a few of his rugby league matches on a weekend. He’s a big, broad young man, and you can see the eyes of so many pretty girls following him around the field. Even when covered in mud and sweat, he still looks good.”

“Sounds like you have a little crush on him too, Hannah,” her mother teased.

“I just know my little brother is a handsome young man.”

She left the topic alone for a few days, waiting until Thursday night to speak to him. Their mother was always late home on Thursday as it was still the night of the week when the shops were open later, and their mother loved to go shopping. She’d occasionally spoil herself and would usually return home with something for her children, even though they were both now in their twenties.

Finding Chris in his bedroom, sitting at his desk and studying hard, she flopped down onto his bed. Resting her head in her hands, she watched him type away at his laptop for a couple of minutes.

“Something you want, Hannah?” he asked lightly, finally turning back to glance at his sister.

“Just wanted to spend some time with my little brother.”

He pulled a face that made her chuckle. “Uh-huh. You want something from me or…”

“I have a question, Chris. A personal question and I’m going to ask it rather bluntly. I’m hoping you can be honest with me.”

Turning his chair around, his blue eyes met her own. “Okay. Shoot. What’s on your mind?”

“Are you a virgin?”

She thought the question would embarrass him and did feel a little guilty asking it so bluntly. But when the smile formed on his face, she was left wondering what the response would be. “I am, Hannah,” he admitted, “I’m guessing you’re asking for a reason.”

“Why did you never have sex with Jennifer?”

“Honestly?” She nodded and he took a deep breath. “You never figured it out?”

“No. What?”

“She was a lesbian, Hannah. I was her beard during high school. She explained what that term meant.”

“And you did that for her?”

“She was my best friend,” he replied softly, an incredibly göztepe escort sweet smile forming, “We loved each other, but it was the love of friendship, not romantic or intimate.”

“Is it why she left Sydney?”

“Absolutely. Me posing as her boyfriend kept her safe from her lunatic parents and family. They’re all nutjob happy clappers. The idea that their daughter was a rainbow warrior… They tolerated me in the sense that I kept my hands to myself, and it was obvious their daughter remained virginal.”

“Did she date while you posed as her boyfriend?”

“No. She didn’t want to insult me that way. She said that she’d simply finish her studies in Sydney, and once she was in Melbourne, she would live as free as she wanted. We’ve obviously kept in touch over the years. She’s enjoyed herself immensely.”

“But what about you, Chris?” That’s when his cheeks did grow a little brighter, Hannah moved to sit on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to her. He was up and next to her rather quickly, taking his hand in hers. “Chris, you can tell me anything. You know that.”

“It’s just… Before my growth spurt and everything, I didn’t exactly have a lot of self-confidence. And I still feel so awkward trying to talk to girls, at least when it comes to a romantic setting. When a girl is just a friend, there’s no pressure and it feels normal. But if it’s a girl I like, I just… I just get all tongue-tied and feel stupid, and then… I mean, girls are not shy in coming forward, but I have no idea if they’re flirting to just feel good about themselves, or if their interest is genuine, or….” He trailed off and sighed. “I know I’m twenty and supposed to be full of self-confidence bordering on arrogance, but I’ve never been good at any of that stuff. At least when I was with Jennifer, there was none of that pressure. We just faked it to make it.”

“You ever kiss her?” she asked softly.

“I know how to kiss. She was a lesbian, and admitted it to me years ago, but she did like kissing me. She liked the fact I was gentle and, well, once we figured it out, we would enjoy the occasional make-out session. Jennifer needed to feel love as much as I did. But she never let it go further than kissing.”

“Not even a bit of under-the-shirt action? Not feel her up?”

“Nope. I didn’t want to take advantage of her like that. She laid down the rules and I respected them. We could kiss as much as we wanted but nothing else was on offer. Her virginity was only going to a woman, not a man.”

“But she left not long after you graduated from high school. Have you not been with anyone since?”

He sighed. “No,” he finally said quietly, “I’m just… I don’t know…” He trailed off and sighed again.

Cuddling into his side, she smiled when he immediately turned to cuddle her, closing her eyes and enjoying how close they still were. “Chris… Do you still have a little crush on Melody?” The groan that escaped him made her giggle. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“I doubt she’d ever show an interest in me,” he muttered.

She leaned back enough to kiss his cheek before leaning further back to meet his eyes. “Would you ever consider dating her?”

“But… She’s your best friend… I thought there were rules about things. Like I wouldn’t exactly be thrilled if one of my friends… I can’t stop it, but I don’t exactly have to like it.”

“They are stupid rules, Chris, and they only exist in the minds of some people and from stories you might read elsewhere. The fact is you’re free to date whoever you want, as much as I am. Yet while I think your friends are nice, I’m not interested in them. Now as for Melody, you know she’s twenty-four, so she’s a little older. She had a boyfriend through university though they split up as he left for Western Australia for a job. She’s dated a bit since then but hasn’t had any luck finding the right guy for her.”

“And you think it could be me?”

“You already know each other a little bit.”

He remained silent, Hannah happy to just cuddle against her little brother. She would admit to feeling a little lonely after breaking up with her previous boyfriend, and her little brother was always available to cuddle, making his big sister feel better.

“Would she really be interested in me?” he finally asked.

“Why don’t you talk to her next time she’s here and find out?”

“God… I’ll just get all tongue-tied and awkward around her…”

She leaned back and met his eyes. “Melody thinks you’re an absolute sweetheart, Chris. You are a wonderful young man. I think so. Mum waxes lyrical about you to everyone. Her friends. Her colleagues at work.” She noticed his cheeks glow slightly at her compliments. “Don’t ask her out straight away. Just come over and talk to us next time my friends are here. It’ll help your confidence at the same time.”

“Okay… If you’re sure…”

“Part of me thinks it’s lovely that you’re waiting, Chris. So many people are in a rush to have sex and too many probably regret losing something that is special to someone that means little to them. And if you make love to someone special, and you remain with that person, then that’s your decision too. You don’t have to go out and have sex with anything with a heartbeat and a pussy. There are a lot of men and women out there who consider sex to be something special, to be shared only with someone you love.”

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It has been suggested to me that there was an underage sexual relationship between me and Camilla somewhere near the beginning of this narrative. This was categorically not the case. There was no mention of sex before she was 18 and she was 20 before there was any physical contact. With that in mind I invite you to read on.

When we first moved to England from Nigeria I rented and then bought a house in the south west suburbs of London popular with Norwegians. This gave me a chance to socialise with my compatriots and still work in the family business’s London operation. I was fortunate enough to move next door to an acquaintance, with his wife, who I hadn’t previously met, and their young daughter.

They were very easy going people and didn’t find it strange that I moved to England with two wives.

It was several years before we started our own family and we got our chance to learn about parenting by babysitting, and later childminding, their daughter, Camilla.

Naturally Camilla was shy at first. It seemed to take a very long time before she accepted us and even then she seemed to acknowledge me more than the “mothering” ladies. We agreed between us all that it was probably because she was used to hearing Norwegian at home and of course my wives didn’t speak it.

When Camilla had been at school for a few months a teacher started a chain of events that resulted in her being diagnosed autistic.

The years went by, during which our own children were born, and Camilla’s condition seemed to get worse. She was ok with her parents and her specialist teachers but was very distant from everyone else except her “third parent”, me. I took that responsibility very seriously.

I nurtured our friendship as best I could and was assisted by Camilla’s parents and specialists. I was the only source of respite care that any of their family would accept. Fortunately we had space for sleepovers so her parents didn’t even need to go away to have a break. After we started our own family Camilla looked forward to sleepovers even more, so that she could “mother” our Anne.

This situation continued for a long time, during which we had two more children, starting with another girl, Georgette. Camilla was excited about the new arrivals and all the more keen to stay. She showed no emotion at all when we lost a child through miscarriage, even though everyone around her was crying or very upset. She just didn’t understand.

Of course during this time I continued parenting her. If I didn’t our relationship would quickly fade away.

When Camilla went through puberty her parents were extremely worried about how that would affect her and whether it would make her even more awkward with other people. I, on the other hand, took it in my stride. I answered any questions and worries in the matter of fact way that appealed to her.
I was her go to person when she needed advice on anything, including growing up.

When Camilla reached 18 she fell into a gap in the support system that was geared for children and young people. At least she still had the school, until she finished that summer and was completely abandoned by the system. While her parents were at work Camilla would be home alone or would come round to our house. I was often away for short trips, mainly for business, but by then Camilla was ok with my wives, who she had got to know and accept.

Camilla worried about understanding emotions and making relationships. I was able to tell her that nearly all young people have some level of concern about exactly the same, including my wives when they were young. If she wanted I could help her understand.

So it was that we started talking about liking someone and being liked. How to recognise when someone liked you and how to respond. It was clear that whoever she was with would have to very clearly and unambiguously take the lead, as although Camilla could learn to describe the signs I taught her she wasn’t able to notice when they were occurring, largely because she had problems looking at anyone she wasn’t at ease with. She hardly looked at me, let alone strangers.

So much expression in relationships is in the face and eyes. It took years before Camilla looked at my face and I don’t think she had ever looked me in the eyes deliberately, certainly if i noticed it she very quickly looked down. I, in turn, tried not to let Camilla see me looking at her. This wasn’t particularly easy as she had, and still has, a lovely face.

I decided to discuss role play with Abimbola. Perhaps Camilla could learn by watching us act out scenes. So it was that Camilla started to make some progress. I even roped in Monifa to act the jealous or injured party.

Camilla seemed happy with progress and did manage to find a couple of short term boyfriends. Then she made a breakthrough. Being the oldie that I was, compared with her, I hadn’t thought of internet dating! No need to look at each other, no body language, just express yourself succinctly.

Camilla was now a happy young adult until a new issue ataşehir escort arose. She and her then boyfriend wanted to meet. We did a quick revision course for her and off she went to their first date.

Camilla, and hence her parents, were very happy with how things developed. Dave was a lovely, understanding and patient young man. He was slightly older than Camilla but had never had a previous close relationship. I met him a few times and really liked him.

On a subsequent visit to us Camilla confided that she and Dave wanted to become physical. They had cuddled and kissed already but she was scared by what should happen next. Camilla trusted me completely and asked whether I could help.

By now Camilla was 20, so I had no concerns about explaining the physical side of relationships. Over several weeks I described in much more detail than her school biology the different parts of men and women, including whether they felt good when stimulated and how to do the stimulation. We also covered hygiene and contraception. I suggested that she should try masturbating, using my advice to find out what she liked and then tell Dave about her preferences. She could then practice what I had told her about men on him.

She understood the logic but wasn’t happy about masturbating at home in case she was disturbed. I offered her the use of our master bedroom, which had a lock. I didn’t mention the cameras that we used for our own fun and enjoyment.

Camilla would use the house while I was at work or away on business. Then in the evenings I would get excited reviewing the footage. I had remote access, so could even do so while away. Best was when time zone differences allowed me to watch live.
Camilla became quite adept at masturbating and as she became more confident she would strip naked in our nicely heated room.

Camilla was a sight to behold. She was literally “not just a pretty face”. She was naturally blond, and it turned out that she also had sparse blond pubic hair. Her breasts were small with very pert nipples and light areolas. It was looking at her beautiful body and watching her masturbate that switched on my lust for her. Until then I had only paternal thoughts towards her.

While away from home I was amply satisfied by the videos and my hand. When at home Camilla was featuring in my fantasies while in the marital bed.

When I next met Camilla she was radiant. She felt much happier about how sex would be for her but still wanted assurance that Dave would be happy too. I seized the opportunity to fulfil my fantasy and suggested that we could role play together so that she could practice the whole routine. To my relief and joy she jumped at the chance.

I suggested that we go on “a date” somewhere near home and then return here afterwards. I would collect her from her home and return her afterwards. I asked her to wear whatever she would wear if she was meeting Dave and to treat me as though I were him.

Next day we went for a lunch date (so that she could be home in good time) to a nearby restaurant. There are loads along the Thames and I selected one at Richmond Harbour, a very nice hotel which was under 20 minutes away. As we were role playing I only spoke English while on our “date” although we normally spoke Norwegian together.

Camilla looked lovely in a white stretchy fabric dress that came half way down her thighs. The material was only just not see through but I could clearly see the shape of flattened nipples and I couldn’t see any panty lines. She looked stunning and I felt I would have a problem acting my part.

We were seated, as I had requested when I booked the table, in a corner next to the wall to give a little privacy. We ordered fine food and a bottle of wine. As I was driving I persuaded Camilla that I should only have one glass, while she could have the rest. The food, drink, atmosphere and naughtiness of the occasion left her happy and relaxed as I drove back to my house, next door to where we started.

We let ourselves into the house and up to the master bedroom, where Camilla immediately started undoing my tie and shirt. She also undid my belt, but she was too hesitant to actually remove any of my clothes. I would have done likewise but her dress didn’t have anything to undo. It was just held up by its figure hugging elasticity and not at all by the two flimsy shoulder straps that seemed to be just for show.

Not wanting to stand in front of her fully dressed when she was naked, assuming there was nothing under the dress, I decided to remove my upper clothes first. I then took her into a gentle embrace and delicately kissed her on the neck, followed by her lips.

Camilla held me tightly and must have felt the hardness that stood between us. She took her role play very seriously when she said “Oh Dave, you’re ready for me already!” She then proceeded to undo my trousers and grab my penis through my underwear before pushing both garments to my knees.

She was clearly pendik escort fascinated by the view and started a visual and tactile exploration. In return I slid up the hem of her dress and started to caress the sensitive area at the top of her thighs. I decided not to home in on my target. This elicited a swift move from Camilla as she peeled her dress off over her head. As I suspected she revealed her completely naked body. If it was possible this sight gave extra rigidity to my penis. I was desperate to get real action but managed to keep the role play going. I kissed and licked her nipples causing sighs of pleasure.

I needed to get Camilla’s hands off my penis, marvellous as her inexperienced ministrations were, or I would explode far too early. I lifted her onto the bed, spread her legs and started to savour her delicious flavour. I slowly worked my way from the outer edges of her sensitive areas to her lips and then between them. This wasn’t helping my over excitement but it was bringing her up to the same level as me.

Then the coup de grace. I stoked my tongue over her erect and unsheathed clitoris. There was an immediate scream of pleasure as Camilla’s hips bucked and the amount of liquid on my face suddenly increased. As the heavy breathing gradually subsided I gently licked her dry. Something I always like to do. After all, why waste that wonderful nectar.

I started to move away but a hand firmly pushed me back. I started again with a different technique, hoping for a repeat performance. No doubt Camilla had the same in mind.

This time my tongue concentrated on her clitoris and the adjacent parts of her inner lips while a finger played in the opening. Gradually the finger entered while making circular movements to stimulate every surface. I felt Camilla’s hymen and found the way through. When in far enough I changed to stroking her G spot. Within moments she was writhing again. I felt the hymen catch on one of my knuckles and I’m sure it stretched or tore a little.

I withdrew my finger and licked the area clear again. Then I moved up her body, kissing along her stomach and around her breasts before homing in on her erect nipples. While doing so I was lining myself up for penetration. I moved up further, kissing her neck and then her lips. As I stiffled her mouth with a deep kiss I slid inside. I met hardly any resistance. Camilla was very well opened and lubricated and whilst I felt the hymen it didn’t hinder me.

Now I had to pause. Not for Camilla’s sake but my own. My penis had been longing to be just here ever since I watched her on the bed and even more so when I saw what she was wearing for our date. Even the slightest movement at this stage would have triggered me. Instead I spoke with Camilla. I marvelled at her beauty and told her how well she was doing. I even tried to look into the eyes for a moment but they were closed. Then I started to gently thrust, bending to kiss a breast as best I could before reverting to her lips. I gradually increased speed and depth of thrust, taking care to rub her clitoris with the base of my penis each time.

I don’t know how I managed to keep going like that for several minutes before pumping her full of semen. This new sensation also brought Camilla to a third orgasm. I rolled us on to our sides, still facing each other, still joined at the hip. And we talked about the experiences of the day. This was still an educational event and I wanted to make sure lessons were learnt.

Very slowly my penis started to shrink and withdraw from its cosy shelter. I suggested Camilla might like to use a tissue from the box by the bed to mop up the liquid that started to spill out. We then continued to cuddle and doze a little. Some time in the late afternoon we started to stir a little and my penis started to grow again. I’m pretty sure it would have managed fine on its own but I used the opportunity to give Camilla the chance to practice stimulation techniques on me. This resulted in a far more focused effort than her initial handling when we arrived in the room. She liked the feel of a penis in her hands and after trying she liked licking it just as much, particularly the way it reacted when she licked the frenulum. Taking it in her mouth wasn’t such fun, at least, not that first time.

Although I wanted to carry on I felt that my work was done for now and Camilla was ready to go on her special date with the real Dave. He need never know that I had taken her virginity and taught her how to please him. Camilla had other ideas and wanted me to climax again. She didn’t think it was fair that she had come three times and I had only done so once. She continued to stroke, kiss and lick. I warned her that I was very close but she just carried on. I just let myself go and spurted semen over my stomach. Some ended up on her face. I suggested that she should try the taste, which she did. She thought it was “alright I suppose” and ended up cleaning me up and even sucked what she could from her ümraniye escort fingers.

I gave Camilla my blessing for a happy time with Dave and suggested that she should clean up and go home before her parents started worrying about her. It wasn’t what I wanted but it was what I needed to do.

I was so lucky with my wives, they were never jealous of each other or the few young ladies I trained but this time it seems Abimbola had been watching at least some of the action and as soon as Camilla had gone she was on her knees in front of me with my penis in her mouth getting me back to size, then bent over in front of me showing off her beautiful backside with a jewelled butt plug in the middle of it. This was my lucky day. First I penetrated below the plug, lubricating myself ready for the next stage. I pulled out the jewel and slid in. A moment passed while I adjusted my position and then I was hammering away like merry hell impaling her with all my might and at full speed as I enjoyed the delay caused by my recent activity with Camilla. I don’t know how long I kept going but I was tiring faster than I was approaching orgasm. Sensing the problem Abimbola guided me to the bed, mounted me and continued the pounding by throwing herself up and down on me. Suddenly I felt the climax build up in my balls and wham I was pulsing into her as strongly as I had done into Camilla earlier. I was thoroughly exhausted as Abimbola raised herself off me, gave herself a wipe and said that she needed to wash her hands before helping Monifa in the kitchen.

I was left on the bed almost in a stupor, happy, or rather elated, and very tired. I fell asleep naked on the bed, dreaming of the day’s events.

The following weekend Camilla had her consummation date with the real Dave. She assured me that as soon as she could she would report back to me on what it was like.

We were relaxing at home on Saturday night and just thinking of going up to bed when the doorbell started ringing repeatedly. Puzzled about who could be at the door so late I looked out of a window with a view of the front door. It was Camilla.

I rushed round to unlock and let her in. She was in a very emotional state and I ushered her into the living room to join us. We all knew immediately that this was something to do with her special date with Dave.

It was difficult to get anything out of Camilla at first and to help calm her I offered her a glass of the red that we had open. Holding the glass and keeping calm enough not to spill it seemed more therapeutic than consuming it but she managed both and was in a better state to explain what had happened.

Dave had escorted her from her home to a local pub/restaurant where they had an almost silent meal together before taking a minicab to Dave’s place, a small flat a few miles away. There they had gone to the bedroom. Camilla started to talk about what she enjoyed and they undressed before getting on the bed.

Dave had then spread her legs, and Camilla remembered the pleasure that she received from me when that happened. She closed her eyes and waited for wonderful sensations to engulf her. Instead the next thing she knew Dave was thrusting himself in and out of her before she was ready. A few moments later he was pulsing and crying out before collapsing onto her. She pushed him off. So he put an arm around her and fell asleep.

Disgusted by what had just happened Camilla had extracted herself, found the bathroom to clean up and then got a taxi home, but when she got there she decided she needed to talk to me rather than her parents. Hence the frantic ringing of the doorbell.

Oh dear, poor girl. I gave her a big hug and asked her what I could do for her and what her plans with Dave were.

She didn’t know what to do about Dave but right now she needed to cuddle and cry in trusted arms.

I rang my friends to let them know that Camilla was safe but wanted to talk into the night and have a sleepover. They guessed that all had not gone well on her date and knew that I had a knack for making things alright for her, so accepted that they would see her the following afternoon.

The two of us then went upstairs together. I suggested that she wash her teary face and that we then lie down to rest. We then undressed and lay in each other’s arms. We just lay like that for what seemed like ages. Then we started to talk about how things had turned out and how they should have been. Camilla had the idea that I could make her feel better by giving her the satisfaction that Dave had not, so I started to kiss and caress her all over.

When I got to her groin it was clear that Camilla was quite bruised and I suspected that anything more than the gentlest touch would be very painful. Certainly it would be a bad idea for her to have intercourse before she had healed up. I continued to gently caress the area but didn’t go between her lips with anything harder than my tongue. I managed to bring her to an orgasm before moving back beside her and describing the bruising I had seen. I suggested that the internal bruising was probably just as bad and that she might even have rips in the membranes of her vagina. She thanked me for not proceeding as she had expected and offered to masturbate and lick me instead. I was happy with that. I did manage an orgasm but what I had seen and heard prevented it from being up to normal standards.

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