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Futa Taxi Ch. 01

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Melanie stood at the corner of the busy street. Her meeting hadn’t gone well and she was in a dark mood over it. She wasn’t sure how she was going to be able to get by this month. The thought was stressful, but she didn’t want to dwell on it. She would get a break at some point, she was sure. Back to business, she had to get home. She assumed the look of someone who was expectantly awaiting a taxi. Unfortunately, a few passed her by and picked up other, more hurried looking businessmen. Frustrated, she stepped out into the street a little to add a little desperation to her look.

Finally, a taxi rolled up to her. It was a little different that the normal Ford taxi that you saw everywhere. It was a Chevy Suburban with a taxi sign on top. “Whatever,” Melanie thought. It would do as long as it wasn’t expensive.

She opened up the door to get into the back and hopped up into the SUV. A woman in the driver’s seat greeted her enthusiastically.

“Welcome!” the woman smiled.

“Good afternoon,” Melanie replied.

The woman had a pixie-like face and appeared to be young. Melanie was a little confused. Definitely not the normal demographic you would expect driving a taxi.

“Where are you headed today?” the woman asked.

“Fourth and Market please.” Melanie replied as she eyed the rates on the side of the window. It wasn’t nearly as bad as she thought. Actually cheaper than a normal taxi.

Satisfied, she relaxed a little a noticed that there was someone sitting right behind the driver’s seat to her left. A man was just minding his own business looking out the window. Melanie was a little confused by this. She hadn’t known taxis to do this before.

“Excuse me, but I wasn’t aware we were ride sharing.” Melanie said.

“Oh don’t worry dear, Paul is okay with it. He’s not in a rush.” The driver said.

“I just wasn’t expecting another person with me.” Melanie said, “It’s just that usually, the people in the taxi are going to the same place.”

“Oh don’t worry dear, I’ve already thought of that!” the driver said, “I suppose I should introduce myself to you. Paul and I are already acquainted. My name is Caliban.”

An odd name. “I’m Melanie, pleased to meet you.” She relplied.

“And to your left Melanie, is Paul. Paul, Melanie.” Caliban stated. Paul looked over at Melanie and smiled a little, obviously uncomfortable, but pleasant.

“Pleased to meet you,” he said.

“Likewise,” Melanie smiled.

“Oh! Would you look at that. Such joy in getting people to meet each other. Well since the introductions are out of the way, let’s get started.” Caliban said.

The inside of the SUV lit up with lights alternating and game show music played surprising both Paul and Melanie.

“Welcome to Futa Taxi! The game show where everyone wins but only one comes out on top.” Caliban exclaimed with more gusto than should be possible from such a small woman.

Melanie was frustrated, tired, and over this. “Excuse me, I’ve had a rough day. Can we just not do this.”

Paul looked uncomfortable as well. “I would rather not play a game either.”

“C’mon guys, this is great!” Caliban pouted. “If you don’t want to play, I can always make you.”

“No thank you,” Melanie said. “Drop me off here please.”

Caliban didn’t stop.

“Let me out!” Melanie shouted.

Melanie tried to open the door. It wouldn’t budge. She tired her seatbelt. It was stuck and secure.

“Well, well, well, looks like we’re going to play Caliban’s game after all,” the pixie-like girl from the front smiled devilishly in the rear view mirror.

Melanie was panicking. Paul didn’t seem to be doing well either. The realization dawned on him that he too was being kidnapped by this crazy woman in an SUV.

“So this is a trivia game. The rules are simple. I ask a question. If you get it right, you get a point. If you get it wrong, I get a point. Three points for you gets you out of the taxi. One point for me gets me a reward.” Caliban grinned.

Melanie porno film looked at Paul. He gave her a panicked looked, but they didn’t have a choice. How hard could this be?

“Let’s begin,” Caliban said, “Melanie, give me the first three numbers in pi.”

“3.14,” Melanie stated.

“Boom! One point for the team in back!” Caliban exclaimed. “Okay, big boy, your turn. What is the first planet in our solar system?”

“Mercury,” Paul said.

“Very impressive! You simply cannot stop this team!” Caliban shouted. “For those of you keeping track at home that’s two points of three to our guests.”

So they could work together, sort of. That was good. Melanie was happy to learn this. She and Paul were a team. They just needed one more point. The game would probably get more difficult, but how much so based on how it had started.

“Melanie! Time for you to answer a question now. What is the pressure at the bottom of the Marianas Trench?” Caliban asked.

Melanie paused. That was difficult. She couldn’t surmise it off the top of her head. She looked over a Paul. He looked confused and afraid, but shrugged.

“Clocks ticking my dear,” Caliban said. “You’ve got 5 seconds.”

There was no way Melanie could figure this out in five seconds.”

“Three, two, one. EHHHHHHHH,” Caliban shouted imitating a buzzer noise. “That’s one point for yours truly. Thank you dear. Anyway, for my reward I want you an Paul to kiss.”

“No!” Melanie and Paul shouted at once.

“No? Not for dear Caliban. That’s rough, I was starting to enjoy having you two. We can do it the difficult way.”

Electricity shot through Melanie’s seat and she was greeted with incredible pain. This was awful, absolutely terrible. Whoever this Caliban person was, was crazy. The shock ended.

“Feel like playing nice now?” Caliban asked.

Melanie looked at Paul, who had also been shocked.

“It’s just a kiss,” he said. Melanie nodded and then leaned in. They met in the middle for an awkward kiss.

“There we go!” Caliban said. She was the only one having fun. “Paul, lets see what you know. Okay, how many up quarks and down quarks do you need to make a proton?”

Paul, obviously confused, looked over a Melanie. She shook her head. Physics was a class she hadn’t taken since high school.

“Three, two, one. EHHHHHHHH,” Caliban shouted again. “Oh boy, strong showing in the first half only, but the rest of the game leaves a lot to be desired. Anyway, let’s get on with it.”

Melanie tensed up awaiting a shock from her seat.

“Okay, for my reward, bigger boobs for Melanie!” Caliban said.

Melanie, initially confused, didn’t understand what was happening. That didn’t make any sense. But before she could understand what was happening, she felt a pressure in her chest. A gentle warmth began to flow throughout her. Melanie was the type of girl who had small breasts. Basically, an A cup. She still wore bras, but they were small. But suddenly the heat in her chest increased and her bra felt very tight. Her bra straps were digging into her back. Eventually it gave way in a tearing noise. That left her blouse and her sport coat. Her boobs continued to expand. Eventually, her poor blouse and buttoned sport coat burst to reveal breasts larger than her head. They were the size of watermelons. Melanie touched them and was overcome with pleasure. What the hell had happened to her. Her boobs were gigantic. Paul was staring at her, dumbfounded.

“Okay, Paul, let’s not try to get distracted here,” Caliban said, “You’re up next. How many lightyears is it to the third closest galaxy?”

Paul, panicked, “I don’t know! Can you please let us out.”

“Oh, unfortunately that isn’t the answer,” Caliban stated. “Well Melanie, since Paul failed to answer his question, do you think I should do something to him?”

Melanie, still in awe at the size of her boobs, looked up. “No, let us out you freak!”

“Ouch, well, I guess I shouldn’t be the only one.” Caliban rebuked. sex hikayeleri “Welcome to Futa Taxi where we need to make a futa. Looks like we’ve got an interesting situation on our hands. Melanie here has the boobs for it, but Paul has got the cock. I think it’s time for showdown.”

Melanie was breathing hard, panicking. Paul didn’t look good either.

“Melanie, you answer this question and you are free once we finish the round. What is your favorite color?”

“Blue!” Melanie shouted.

“Good answer, mine too,” said Caliban, “Okay, round ends with Paul’s answer. What is your favorite color?”

“Red!” Paul shouted.

“Ohhhhhhh, not so good that one.” Caliban pouted, “Gonna be a rough sell to the judges. But what is the final ruling? Looks like Melanie gets to be the Futa boys and girls.”

At that statement, something strange happened. Melanie looked over at Paul and when their eyes met something happened. Their bodies began to merge together. It was sort of like that, but it was more of Melanie absorbing Paul. The feeling for Melanie was euphoric. Paul was screaming. Slowly they became one. An indeterminate amount of time passed for Melanie and she had orgasmed uncountable times. But eventually she came to.

“Welcome back dear,” Calbian was looking back, the car still driving itself even though she was staring right at Melanie.

Melanie started. She realized her clothes were gone. She was still her, she thought. She still had her long, brown hair. Her boobs were still ridiculous large. They were gorgeous though: pendulous and heavy but soft and supple. The areolas were large as silver dollars and capped with large, firm nipples. Her stomach was flat and toned, which was unusual. Moving down she panicked when she saw a penis. A penis that was attached to her. The largest penis she had ever seen. It was thick and veiny. Flaccid, it sat at just under about a foot in length, resting lazily on top of her ball sac. Under it were the largest testicles she had ever seen. They were easily the size of grapefruit and her hairless sac was veiny and warm against her legs. Surely, this couldn’t be happening.

Then something strange happened. Melanie was aware of a strange awareness in her mind. It felt like a consciousness, someone else’s awareness. Suddenly, she knew it was Paul. She didn’t know how she knew that, but she did. The awareness bloomed, weak at first, but then a little stronger. She felt like she could suppress it if she wanted to, but she was too horrified by what was happening to do anything. The awareness that was now Paul was trying to communicate.

What…what…what happen? Paul said.

His sentence was simple and short, unintelligent. The feeling of him in her head was alien and she put her hands to her head and groaned.

“Ah, it looks like you sort of figured out what happened, my dear,” Caliban explained, “But I’ll fill you in. Paul has become that massive dick between your legs. He’s much simpler than he was, but it’s still him. You can control him to a point, but if he hasn’t fucked in a while, he gets frustrated and angry. When I picked him up in this taxi, I don’t think he had had sex for months, so this should be fun.”

The word ‘fucked’ tripped something in the awareness that was Paul. Fucked…fucked…fuck…warmth, thought Paul.

With that, Melanie’s dick began to lengthen and engorge. She realized she was getting her first boner. Her dick slowly hardened. Thickening until she wouldn’t be able to close her hand around it, it sat fully erect two feet in length resting comfortably between her huge tits.

Warmth…soft…warm…FUCK, Paul thought. Melanie realized he was getting agitated and was referring to her huge tits. The foreskin on her dick had been pulled back and a large glob of precum seeped from the tip. With shaking hands, she reached up and put her hands around her erect member. Touching it sent waves of pleasure through her and Paul’s awareness was obviously pleased sex izle and satisfied with the contact.

More…more…stroke me… Paul thought. His agitation was increasing and becoming an annoyance. Melanie just wanted to stop and get out. She removed her hands from her massive dick.

MORE…STROKE. Paul practically shouted in her head as she put her hands up to her forehead and groaned again. She tried to suppress him as he kept shouting but she couldn’t keep him under control.

“Oh, I wouldn’t try that dear. It’s best to give him what he wants,” Caliban laughed, “especially when he was as sex starved as poor Paul was. It’ll only get worse until it drives you crazy. Masturbating helps, but he really wants sex.”

The shouting in her head was almost unbearable. Humiliated, Melanie shakily started rubbing her penis. Paul relaxed immediately, retreating to the back of her mind as he emanated pleasure. For Melanie it felt good too. She had never had a penis before. The sight of her huge dick, fully erect was arousing. As she was stroking it, her arms mashed her boobs together and they engulfed the fleshy rod. She was almost tit fucking herself. Precum now dripped vigorously from her dick and began lubricating her hands and her boobs. She learned her head down and was surprised that she could put her mouth on the tip of her penis. At this Paul’s awareness grew incredibly pleased. She felt it too and shook with waves of pleasure. The feeling of her hands gently rubbing her veiny rod smashed between her soft breasts and her mouth on her dick was the greatest thing she had experienced.

Yes…yes…yesssssssss…gooooooood. Paul thought in her mind.

She kept going and brought her tongue in, gently circling the tip of her penis making it quake in anticipation. She was able to get her mouth around the glans at the tip of her penis engulfing it with her delicate mouth. Fuck that feels good, she thought. Paul had stopped speaking in her head and instead was just simply emanating waves of pleasure. Melanie could feel it too. The pleasure of stroking herself, smashing her thick rod between the valley of her tits, and sucking on her deliciously warm cock was incredible all at once. It was made even greater by what she felt Paul was feeling.

Melanie continued to stroke harder and faster as precum flooded her mouth. Some of it leaked from the sides of her mouth and down on to her tits, lubricating her hands. She was completely unaware of what was happening around her. Paul was in ecstasy in the back of her head.

Faster and faster she stroked herself. Eventually she felt a pressure building in her balls. They churned strong and lazily. Was she going to cum? She continued sucking on herself, her cock hard as a rock. The pressure kept building up inside of her to her prostate.

Then, her cock stiffened even more, balls churning aggressively, massaging her large thighs. Cum shot up her cock as she orgasmed. She would have screamed if she didn’t have her cock in her mouth. She realized later that she was bucking her hips and forcing it further into her mouth. Cum flooded her mouth, she swallowed some, but it was too much. Some of it explosively flew out covering her tits, thighs, and cock in its deliciously thick, white goo. Her cock sprung free as well and slapped her in the cheek and then came to rest in her chin.

Melanie let out a long groan as she basked in her post-orgasmic hazy. Holy shit, was that what it was like to cum as a guy? Paul was silent, he seemed…tired? If that was the right word. She had felt him orgasm too but had been caught up in her own that she had paid that much attention. Slowly however, her dick began to deflate and slither itself between her tits down to its “regular” size, which was massive compared to other dicks she had seen either in person or in porn. It now rested heavily on her cum soaked ball sac.

“Woah! I must say THAT was HOT.” Caliban exclaimed from the front. “I’ve never seen a new futa go at it like that before. Well done girl, hard to believe you’ve never had a dick before!”

Awareness flooded back to Melanie and she looked up towards the front of the SUV. Caliban was sitting there and appeared to have a huge cock in her hands. She was also covered in cum.

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A Birthday Gift

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My first attempt at a short story, apparently not my strong suit. (Comments are always welcome!)

Since moving to the city, my alcohol consumption has skyrocketed. Having not been a fan of night clubs, I had only drunk occasionally when studying. Now my mates go to bars, we have money, and there is live music, I see the appeal of drinking. Not being much of a beer drinker, I always go for the cocktails much to the amusement of my more manly friends.

“You should come to the gym with us!” Mike encouraged me, somehow we always seemed to return to solving my dating life, or lack thereof.

“And switch to beer.” Shrugged Scott, eyeing my sex on the beach cocktail.

“And grow a foot.” I add, picking up and taking a swig of my far nicer drink.

“Other short guys get girls, you can’t keep using that excuse.” Scott countered, annoyingly I can’t disagree with either part of that comment.

“Fine, but I’m not going to force myself to drink that disgusting muck just to get a girl. That’s even more ridiculous.” I counter.

“Then at least pick something that isn’t pink!” Mike laughs. “And is that you agreeing to a gym session?”

“Why can’t men have pink drinks? And yes, I’ll come stroke your egos in the gym.” I accept in defeat, more than aware I will have to at least half the weight on every machine.

Mike and Scott are two of my colleagues and we all started within weeks of each other. Whilst I work in the same team as Mike, I met Scott through him as they went to the same gym and got talking after noticing they also worked in the same building. Despite them both having a foot on me, we became good mates and go out for a drink at least once every other week just the three of us.

My dating life had become the go to conversation since Scott had finally broken up with his old girlfriend after their attempt at a long distance relationship came to a messy end a few weeks ago. This removed talking about his situation from conversation and talking about Mike and his girlfriend only caused Scott to get a look of longing. Scott would talk about how he is doing, but only much later on in the evening. Until then, we’d have fun and I’d bear the brunt of the jokes.

“Ladies to the right!” Mike called out as a group of smartly dressed women claimed a booth.

Scott and I very unsubtly turned in unison to see who he was referring to. There were about five of them clearly celebrating a short blonde woman in a green dress’s birthday given the ridiculous birthday hat and badge she wore. One of the others, a slim brunette in ridiculous heels and a very form-fitting red dress, swaying her way over to the bar, walking in time with the guitarist’s music.

“Damn.” Scott whispers not very quietly, clearly admiring the brunette.

She glances at us, smiling and winking before returning her attention to the barman. We both turn around but none of us say a word as our minds replay her walk. And that smile, she knows she looks good and I’m sure she also knows how to wield that power. Also, she winked, who winks at strangers?

“I think she has a thing for big muscly lumps.” I say, breaking our silence.

“Me?” Scott asks incredulously. “You’re the one she winked at.”

I just laugh.

“As much as I can’t believe what I saw, I think he’s right.” Mike adds.

“Bulshit.” I reply, still smiling.

“You think I want to admit that a sexy woman like that is more interested in a scrawny little nerd than a muscled warrior?” Scott countered.

“Warrior?” Mike laughs, beating me to the punch. “The only time I’ve seen you act like a warrior is playing mario kart!”

All three of us burst into laughter and the conversation shifts to last Saturday when, much to Mike’s girlfriend’s chagrin, we had spent 12 hours at their flat playing mario kart, eating crap and getting drunk. The next day we had woken up on his couch and floor incredibly hungover to her playing rock music. Whilst in general I loved Em and think they make a great couple, I would have happily strangled her then if my head wasn’t spinning.

As the night wore on, we hadn’t given any more thought to the group of beautiful women and the brunette who had winked at me. The bar had grown full and so they had been lost from sight on the far side of the bar. At ten, the chill guitarist was replaced by a full band and so the three of us got up and claimed our usual spot on one side of the dance floor. It was the perfect spot, a little shelf for drinks, just far enough from the bar that we weren’t swallowed by the crowds trying to buy drinks and close enough to the gents without smelling it.

After a few songs, its my turn again for a round so I head to the bar, fighting to stay on my feet as taller and generally just bigger blokes try to knock me flying like a bowling pin. Suddenly, an arm hooks mine and pulls me through to the front of the queue. Looking up to see who my saviour was, it was none other than the stunning brunette.

“Thanks, I’m Joey.” I say, staring at her green eyes as if amasya escort mesmerised.

“Clare. Still having sex on the beach or need something cleaner to wash away the sand that gets stuck in those awkward places?” She asks me, almost shouting over the noise of the people and band.

“You got something in mind?” I ask, always up for trying new cocktails, and definitely not wanting to seem too boring infront of this woman who is way to confidently talking about having sex on a beach.

“They make a mean mister bluesky?” She suggests.

“Do love a nice cool-off in the ocean.” I agree, happy that I have actually had the cocktail she suggests.

We order our drinks together but I manage to pay for my mates’ two beers after realising she had already added mine to her table’s tab.

“Will I see you on the dance floor?” I ask as we both carefully pick our drinks off of the bar.

She winks and disappears into the crowd of bodies, my eyes dropping to her ass before I can control myself. Damn, she is beautiful and I am completely useless. I scold myself as I fight my way back to my mates.

“You’re bright red. You need to slow down?” Mike asks me as I hand them their beers.

“It’s probably the lighting, he’s got a bit sunburned.” Scott answers before I can formulate a response.

“You’re both welcome for the drinks.” I reply sarcastically, secretly happy I didn’t have to answer Mike’s question.

“Heelllooo boys.” A woman’s seductive voice chuckles as arms are wrapped around my waist.

My eyes go wide, and so do Mike’s and Scotts at this bold introduction from Clare.

“Thought you boys might like some company from the superior and fairer sex.” She continues, swaying mine and her bodies with the music as her friends help grow our little circle.

We do a quick introduction that is made challenging by the lively music behind us and Clare’s hands on my chest don’t make focusing very easy. I force myself to move my hips with her mainly to avoid it feeling like I’m grinding my ass on her. Looking at Scott and Mike, their attention has shifted from me and Clare to the other ladies. The women are more than happy to be focusing on the two tall men.

All apart from the birthday girl. She seems more smartly dressed than the others, her green dress having a far more conservative neckline than any of the others. That does little to hide her significant bust, and as I watch her dance, I notice her dress isn’t as innocent as it first appears. On each swing, her leg gets exposed almost up to her thigh.

“You’re short, listen rather than talk, drink cocktails rather than beer. I can’t work out if you’re a dominant man who masks it well or a submissive slut who hides in plain sight.” Clare whispers in my ear after dancing in silence for two songs.

The band starts up again as she finishes talking and she spins me around so we’re facing before grabbing my hips once more. The others turn to look at us as we dance together, my face on fire as I try to comprehend her words. She seems to be enjoying the uncomfortable look as she smiles at me and leads as we both do the odd spin.

“Drinks.” She announces as the song ends, grabbing not only mine but also the birthday girl’s hands as she drags us through the crowd.

She leads us past the bar, the birthday girl and I sharing a confused look as we sidestep through the crowd facing each other. Clare finally releases us and double backs to the bar, now approaching from the far end than the dance floor where it is less noisy and there is actually plenty of space right by the bar.

“What do you guys want to drink?” Clare asks us.

“GnT.” The birthday girl answers.

“Espresso martini.” I follow.

“And a Scotch…” She adds, naming some type I couldn’t make out.

“Don’t look so innocent, it’s your round.” Clare tells me, as though that’s why I’m raising an eyebrow at her.

“And can I close the tab on my table?” She asks the barman while I pay for our round.

“Thanks.” The birthday girl smiles at me as we get our drinks.

“No worries, hope you’re having a fun evening. Did you get up to much today?” I ask her, still unable to recall her name from earlier.

Clare leads us silently to a free booth as we cover the usual smalltalk topics and she tells me about the crazy golf, dinner and karaoke they had done earlier in the evening. Whilst it was nice talking to her, I couldn’t help but be silently confused about what I was doing here. These women clearly had money given the dinner sounded almost michelin star and their dresses and hair were stunning.

“I think it’s time I give you your birthday present Tash.” Clare announces in a break of conversation.

“Without the others. Think the others are as curious and excited about this as I am. Will be hard to beat the riding trip you arranged for me last year!” Tash answers, sitting up excitedly in her seat.

Yeah, definitely rich.

“Oh, it will, won’t it Joey.” Clare laughs, winking at me for anadolu yakası escort the third time.

Just like the other two times, I have no response. What the fuck is she talking about. Oh shit, does she mean me? Tash is stunning, maybe two inches taller than me but I think she has heels on so we might be quite similar in reality. I wouldn’t be against getting to know her, that’s for certain. Why me though? And should I be insulted that she is giving me as if I’m some possession, because my cock currently trying to tent my trousers is saying I have a different opinion.

“Happy Birthday.” Clare smiles, handing a small flat box, one that would fit a small plate, to Tash.

I let out a sigh of relief as I casually rearrange my trousers whilst Tash focuses on the neatly wrapped box. Clare however, looks at me as soon as Tash’s attention is on the box and smiles knowingly at me. Does she know what was going through my mind, her glance almost through the table at my crotch makes me think she knows what my hands were doing beneath the table making me quickly move my hands to above the table. Clare stifles a laugh at my sudden movement all but confirming her knowledge.

“What have you done now?” Tash lets out a gasp of surprise, the box opened in such a way as I cannot see into it. “Have you bought me a dog? You know I want a puppy but I don’t have any outdoor space in my flat!”

“I haven’t bought you a dog, don’t worry. But you might be able to say you have a puppy?” Clare laughs, glancing at me with a raised eyebrow as she says the last bit.

“Him? I thought you just… Oh.” Tash starts asking something before clearly solving the puzzle.

“Him what?” I ask, clearly missing something.

“Not a fan?” Clare asks Tash, ignoring me completely.

“Definitely a fan, just…” Again her words die out.

“Do you trust me?” Clare asks her.

“Of course.” Tash grins back, her excitement returning.

I am squirming on my seat, my cock painfully hard and my mind fighting itself whether I should get away from the pair sitting opposite me, interrupt them to demand an explanation to what is going on or just to sit and wait. Like an obedient puppy, damn it.

“Then take control.”

“Look at him, he’s twitching. Reckon he’s figured it out yet?” Tash asks, finally looking at me.

“He is bright red, his cock is hard and he has drool down his chin. Maybe.” Clare answers.

The pair burst out laughing as I wipe my chin to find no such drool there.

“So puppy, you willing to find a new home?” Tash asks me, pulling the dark green leather collar with silver stitching and metal ring out of the box.

It really is beautiful. My eyes alternate between looking at Tash and the collar she is holding. Her blue eyes and sharp features makes me think she could be Scandinavian if it wasn’t for her lack of height and local accent. I picture myself wearing the collar, crawling alongside this woman as she tugs on my leash. I watch in silence as she looks at Clare, shrugs and then looks more seriously.

“Under the table and kneel.” Tash orders me. “Or walk away.”

I am already sliding under the table when she offers me the alternative. I don’t care though, I know I would regret not taking this opportunity for the rest of my life. I bang my knees on the floor as I slip on the bench. I let out a moan of pain, quickly silenced when I smack my head on the cross beam under the table as I flinch away from the moving leg.

“You alright? Apparently you need some practice on your knees.” Tash smiles down at me as she leans down on her bench.

Her leg moves again as she sits back up, spreading them and trapping me between them. Her entire left leg is now exposed, ending only inches from the top of her leg. Despite the smell of old beer, I can’t help but get excited at the sight of her smooth leg teasing my eye as it draws me upwards.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get to admire my legs more if you behave.” Tash smiles down at me as I poke my head out from under the table.

“Hey, you guys alright?” A third woman’s voice asks, making Tash sit forward suddenly, her legs locking me in place.

“Hey Ginny, am good. Just catching our breaths. You guys calling it a night?” Tash responds after a moment.

“I am. Dash has drunk to much though so Trish and I were thinking of taking her home.” The woman responds, before quickly adding. “If that’s alright?”

“Of course, didn’t expect us to even be out this late.” Tash laughs.

“Why are you both looking at me?” Clare dramatically exclaims.

“Oh, I wonder.” Tash laughs.

“You always do have mischievous ways of getting what you want. Don’t you.” The other woman continues. “Although it appears your prey seems to have escaped your claws this evening. He seemed like he needed a gentler hand anyway.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t the right owner for him.” Clare agrees.

“You scare me sometimes. Have a nice evening and happy birthday Tash!” The woman nervously laughs before anamur escort walking away.

“I think you scare all of us.” Tash quietly adds, and I can’t help but nod to myself under the table.

“My friends might get away with saying such things, but you better be careful.” Clare scolds, looking under the table at me and catching my action.

“See, scared.” Tash laughs, saving me from having to dig myself out from that particular hole.

I smile up at her, briefly glancing at her full chest that hid her neck and chin from my view. She smiles knowling back at me, clearly noticing my furtive glances downwards. Not sure she can really accuse me of inappropriate behaviour though when she has me locked kneeling between her legs as she unclips the collar.

“I won’t do it unless you ask, no beg me to.” Tash smiles innocently down at me, open collar in hand.

“Please put the collar on me.” I whisper up at her.

“Good puppy-dog eyes. But the collar is only symbolic. What else are you wanting me to do?” Tash pushes.

“Please enslave me.” I continue, slightly louder.

“Keep going.”

“Please own me, collar me. Make me your obedient slave. Train me to be your pet.” I mumble, my trousers starting to get a bit of a damp spot.

“Good boy.” Tash stops me, putting the collar on me. “Kiss my hand, thigh then foot before retaking your seat.”

“Thank you Mistress.” I whisper before moving to obey.

“He has good potential, thank you.” Tash comments to Clare as I retake my seat opposite.

“You’re welcome. Happy Birthday.” Clare smiles, kissing her friend on the cheek and sliding her glass in front of Tash.

I nod at Clare as she blows me a kiss. She then slides out of the booth and walks off towards the dance floor, her hips swaying. Feeling Tash’s gaze on me, I force myself to turn back around and look at my knew… Owner?

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get to kiss that sexy ass sometime.” Tash laughs, clearly more than confident in her own looks, unsurprisingly given her figure. “I’m going home and have the key to your collar. Are you wanting to join me?”

“I…” I start before my brain has finished processing, the collar was locked in place! “Yes.”

“Good boy.” She smiles at me as though I had a choice. “Put these down your pants, can’t have you poking anyone with that prick of yours.”

I look at the glass she slides across to me. It had Clare’s scotch in but now all that remains is for ice cubes. I look up at Tash, she glares back at me, almost daring me to refuse. I take a deep breath, pick the four cubes up and slide them into my boxers.

“Ohhhh! That’s cold.” I breathe out, trying not to be too loud.

“Haha,” she chuckles. “Let’s get going before you get another wet spot in those trousers.”

She takes my hand as we walk out the bar. I struggle to keep up with ice in my underwear and water dripping down my leg.

“Good you are wearing dark trousers otherwise I doubt we’d have a chance of getting you in a taxi.” Tash giggles as we walk up to a taxi rank.

She looks at me expectantly as we approach the front one and I open the door for her. As she climbs in she gives her address, however my attention was on the great view I got from looking down from above her. I quickly follow her into the cab and we travel the short journey in silence. Whilst my mind struggles to focus on a single thing, my eyes remain locked onto Tash’s. She seems so calm while I sit across from her, my mind in freefall.

My cock is frozen, my ass is sitting in a wet patch, and there is a collar LOCKED to my neck! What the hell is going on? I was only meant to be going out for a couple of drinks. Right now I should be listening to a very drunk Scott tell us how he will never find anyone else like his ex without actually ever saying a good thing about her. Instead, I am holding the door open for a stunning woman who looks at me like she owns me and I am finding myself steadily shifting to accepting that fact.

“Get that sodden crap off.” She orders me as we step into the elevator.

I glance at the woman sitting at the desk in the reception desk of this fancy building as the doors shut. She had already returned her attention to her screen and I doubt she could have heard Tash’s comment. The lift has a window looking out over the river so it is unlikely anyone can see us. I obey Tash, moving quickly after deciding it will look better if I already have the trousers off and can use them to cover myself if we get to her floor and bump into anyone than if the doors open and someone sees me in the process of getting undressed.

Tash lets me keep my shirt and jacket on, motioning for me to go first as I walk out of the elevator, my underwear and trousers rolled up in one hand, the other holding my shoes. We are quite high up, about three floors from the top and there are only two doors on this floor making it unlikely I will be caught.

“Clare really knows my type, short, fit and a spankable ass.” Tash giggles, her body swaying slightly as she stands just outside the elevator, her eyes roaming my body. “And a decent sized cock.”

“Which one is yours?” I ask her, not willing to respond to her comments, although my ass clenched for a second when she admitted she was thinking about spanking it.

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