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Standing together with my Wolf in the kitchen, I look him in the eyes. I am a smidge taller because we are standing barefoot. His boots always make him able to look down on me. You had been using me as a chew toy for the greater part of the weekend. We had to be subtle because of the full house, it adds an extra edge of being forbidden.

You have been catching my eyes all day. I never know if I will see your gentle brown eyes or the dark wild eyes of the Wolf waiting to devour me. You stare me down with a half lidded hungry expression. I calmly meet your eyes and when I can’t take the intensity any longer I drop my eyes to the floor. If you are close enough to me I hear your words.

“Good girl.” Whispered gently.

You know the words make me melt. I love your long graceful lashes and magnificent coffee colored eyes. I am on my fifth panty change in the 8 hours I have been awake. You keep making me soak through them. If we were alone in the house I would just take them off and let my juices run down my leg and then I would taunt you with it.

Standing alone in the kitchen, I place your hands around my throat. Your eyes look at me gently, silently asking me if I know what I am really asking. We have only ever briefly spoken about breath play, and that was quite a while ago. That was before I pulled all of my limits off of the table. görükle escort The moment when I decided that I wanted to experience anything you were willing to do to me or any boundary you want to push. I told you that I trusted you. I nod.

I relax because you still don’t move. I don’t think you are going to take me down, and find myself oddly disappointed. Suddenly your hands seize my throat. You revel in my shock. Terror claims me, as I desperately look for the kind eyes that I love so much. There is only my Wolf’s dark hungry eyes trying to devour my soul.

Seconds crawl by, calm and peace flood me, fulfilling my soul. Tears rise unbidden and wash over me. When I can’t take another second I try to reach for breath. The sweetest breath claims my aching lungs, healing them and my soul.

I am transcended to the safest of headspace. Down the rabbit hole abyss you hold me captive. The slate of my chaotic mind is wiped clean. I am where I belong.

In the kitchen, standing in your arms swaying to the music that isn’t there I feel so fulfilled. I rest my head on your shoulder and completely relax. I have to remember where I am, but never seem to in time. I feel the slightest tickle of your beard on my now open neck and throat.

I forgot where I was. I have a swift moment of panic and I stiffen in you arms görükle escort bayan and try to pull away, but you hold me too tightly. Your teeth take hold of my skin just at the base of my throat. The bite deepens and I feel your teeth coming closer together until they almost touch.

My gasps, then scream is buried deep into your shirt and neck. It always takes a few moments for the endorphins to kick in. The excruciating pain begins to ebb and my mind swirls. The mind fuck that started from the moment your teeth grazed my skin, kicks the final twist. I cum, hard into your chest. My fingers twist into your hair as I try to hold onto my sanity.

My knees give out, your teeth clamp tight and then quickly release. You gently allow me to sink to the floor. On my knees for you, I try to collect myself. My head is buried in your crotch. Your cock is rigid hard under my head. I take the moment to nuzzle it. Your groans reward my effort.

“Come here little girl.” You growl at me, while snatching me by my hair.

You spin me around. My hair and head are forced down and forward while I am still standing. Your teeth sink into the scruff of my neck. It hurts so deliciously. I ache for more. I whimper in pain and lust.

You shake me helplessly like a puppy. I am quickly pounced and pinned by your body. I feel like bursa escort I am being pressed through the floor. The ice cold wooden floor goes unnoticed as the click of your knife opening freezes me instantly.

My skirt is roughly yanked up. My panties are brutally cut from my body. My shirt yanked over my head. I lie naked at your will. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I love being your slut. I crave being your meal, Wolf.

“Ali, cum! Cum for me slut!” Growled into my ear.

Your hand clasps tightly over my mouth reminding me that we are not alone. I cum for you writhing and screaming against your hand. Your body pins me to the floor keeping me from making too much noise and rousing the house.

Searing pain brings me from my orgasm. Your knife draws slowly across my neck. Blood immediately wells up. Your mouth and teeth cover the wound and bite down. The endorphins overwhelm my body and I cum for you again.

I cling to you for life. I try to hold on to you and cling to the threads of my sanity. I can’t stop screaming in pain, in pleasure, I just don’t know anymore. I am in the darkest depths of the rabbit hole. You are the only reality I know anymore.

Pain ebbs. I can breath again. I can’t see through the tears, but I know you are there. I am surrounded safe in your arms. My tears are gently wiped away.

“Good girl Ali, I’m proud of you.” Your words bring me so much joy.

I lay with you, on the cold wooden kitchen floor. I love who I am when I am with you. I love being broken by you so that I can rise from the ashes once again.

“Thank you my Wolf.” I whisper quietly.

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1.

Unless it was her imagination, the noisy shaking of the elevator cage worsened, worser and worser, the higher and higher they were lifted. Its ponderous chains rasped and rattled and squealed. To her ears, they sounded alive, and they sounded agonized. She feared the whole contraption would clatter apart around them before they could make it all the way to the top of the tower—she would fall, screaming, and she would die. She couldn’t stop imagining this, and it made her stomach heave. All the same, perhaps, she was hoping for it to happen. Then, finally, she was stricken with disappointment when it didn’t.

Like another scornful slap across her face.

Since Donnijo, same as herself, had not seemed to have changed since the time before, Jace didn’t expect Valan to look any different either. She did, though. The former queen was thinner than she used to be, and she’d been sleek to begin with. She’d gone from sleek to outright gaunt. It made her eyes look larger, and her ears stick out more, like an elf’s. Valan’s shocking hair was still colored purple, yet not the same, not quite. It was now a paler shade than Jace recalled. It still reached clear down to the floor, divided perfectly in half and draped forward over her shoulders. Its strands didn’t move around on their own anymore; just hung flat and heavy. Ordinary, lifeless.

Valan’s dress was simple, a sleeveless white shift. She wore no jewelry or cosmetics, and her feet were bare. Very long, somewhat bony toes. They weren’t ugly, though, even so. The nails were unpainted, but trimmed neatly.

Altogether, somehow, she looked younger than she should have, despite the significant weight loss and that curious fading of her hair. Captivity had diminished her, but it still hadn’t managed to age her or disfigure her. This was most apparent in her face and it was also conveyed in her posture. She stood very straight with her chin lifted and her eyes half-lidded. Her hands were clasped in front of her waist, almost as if she’d been praying or was just about to. As if she’d just stood up from her knees when she heard the elevator ascending. Yes, to Jace she looked much more like a priestess waiting to receive them, than a prisoner.

Her room at the top of the tower, her chamber or whatever you might want to call it—the place matched the look of her. It didn’t feel like a prison, stark as it was. More like a temple. Maybe it only seemed that way because of Valan herself. That contemplative pose which she’d put on.

Jace had never enjoyed going into churches of any form, neither in her present life nor the one before, long forsaken, a whole world away. Such places were far too hushed and austere. They made her feel cold and dismal and unwelcome. Always.

There was no furniture except three tall cabinets or wardrobes along the walls. They looked like coffins. Where did the woman sleep? On the bare floor, like they made Jace do? Or did the former queen, evil as she was, close herself upright inside one of the coffin-like cabinets like a vampire? Between them were three arched doorways, opening to the sundrenched walkway that Jace knew entirely ringed the towertop. Thin curtains hung across the arches, the same color—the same cloth, in fact-as Valan’s garment, and currents of wind ruffled those hangings from time to time as they crossed through the chamber. Whenever they did, they were surprisingly chill. It was on account of the height.

Donnijo didn’t open the door of the elevator. They stayed inside the cage almost as if they needed its bars to protect them from Valan. She nodded at them, a very courtly nod, very grave, and then she followed it with a smile— a slight smile, with just half her face, or less than half.

It was difficult for Jace to meet her gaze. She only managed not to slump with great strain, grinding her teeth. She clasped her hands in front of her in the same way Valan was doing, just under her belly button. Which anchored them there on that spot and prevented her—prevented them, rather—from crossing themselves over her breasts as they wanted to do, reflexively. She would not cringe or cower before this woman! Despite her nakedness, and the dog leash around her throat, and the traces of semen she knew were still perfectly visible across her nose and chin.

Jace couldn’t do anything about her blushes, though, or the trembling of her legs.

“So,” started Valan, “Jace the Jungle Goddess. At last. At long last, you’ve come back. I’ve often wondered if you would. Our Commander Donnijo was always quite confident of it, I think. Not I. Not usually. Couldn’t decide. Now finally the question is resolved. Here you stand. How does it feel, seeing me again after all this time? You don’t look any different. I’m not sure you would say the same about me, would you? Is this everything you expected, Jungle Goddess? Are you getting what you needed?”

“Needed? What would I possibly need from you? I was brought back against my will. This wasn’t my choice.”

“I görükle escort wonder if you truly believe that, Jungle Goddess.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. The commander captured a student of mine. Did anyone bother to inform you? She was trying to stand up for what was right, which was admirable. The commander and his men shouldn’t have been hunting where they were. But my student was outmatched and she acted too hastily. I had to exchange myself for her freedom. That is the only reason I stand before you like this. Whatever else you might imagine, it’s nonsense.”

“Your student must be the other girl I’ve seen down in the camp, from my balcony. The soldiers get a great deal of sport from her.”

“The commander didn’t honor our agreement.”

“You surprise me. Donnijo is generally so scrupulous in such matters.”

“The girl was given a fair chance,” Donnijo interjected, “She threw away that opportunity. She couldn’t bear to abandon her teacher.”

“Which speaks well of her character, except it invalidated Jace’s sacrifice. Not a strategic move. From what I’ve witnessed, she’s paid dearly for that mistake. Yet I think it’s safe to say at the same time she’s already adapting very nicely to her situation. She’s not suffering hellish agonies, not like you might expect. She’s learned to make the best of things, instead. As you did, Jace, the last time. The two of you have strongly similar natures, it appears, in that respect. Of course with you as her principal influence, that makes perfect sense. Yes indeed. She’s an avid little savage, when I watch the men get her going down there, exactly like yourself. But perhaps it’s not truly your fault. Maybe instead it’s this whole jungle that does it. Something in the air or in the water or in the soil, or all those things—everything around us. Then it gets inside of us. Very soon it transforms anyone who comes here. Please notice, I do not exclude myself.”

Jace doesn’t know what to make of that. “You don’t?”

Valan shook her head and snickered through her nose. “I don’t. How do you think it’s been since you left us? How do you imagine we’ve been spending our time?”

Jace shrugged. “I never worried about it. Never gave it any thought.”

“Is that true? Well, I suppose there’s no sense fighting with you over it. It hurts my feelings, a bit. It’s a little insulting. I’d like to believe you’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“You didn’t miss us? You didn’t at least get curious, every once in a while?”

Jace just shook her head. “I had plenty of other things to think about. Much more important matters.”

“Yes, all those sacred duties you like to go on about. When you remember to, anyway. When you’re not too … distracted.”

“The Last Jungle gets trespassers from every side. The men of your city were not the first to invade, or even the worst I’ve had to face. You Tenacious are not as special and singular as you like to imagine.”

“I might say the very same thing about you, Jace. I don’t think you’re half as important to this wondrous, horrible realm as you tell yourself. Actually it gets along perfectly fine without you. It certainly did last time, didn’t it? And now? I haven’t noticed any great darkening of the skies or trembles in the ground.”

“The spirits of the trees still have trust in me. They know I will soon return to them.”

“Will you?”

“I will.”

“Perhaps. I have to admit, you did last time. In the end. I didn’t expect it, but indeed you finally did. You abandoned us. You abandoned the commander and all his soldiers. You abandoned me. Do you know what happened after you were gone? Do you know how we coped with that? Can you imagine? Can you guess?”

“No. Just tell me. You’re dying to tell me—I can see it. So do it. You’ve been waiting for this. You don’t have to wait anymore. The time has come.”

“Has it? Has it really? I thought when I saw Donnijo marching you into the camp, I thought it was going to happen right then. But that was days and days ago. I’ve already lost count. Donnijo has a great talent for cruelty. He kept me waiting up here all this time, all alone. Knowing full well what it would do to me. So many sleepless nights. I haven’t been able to sleep since your return. Not for a moment!”

“Hush,” said Donnijo, “We’re here now. Your wait is finished.”

“How do I know? You still haven’t come out of that cage! How do I know you’re not just teasing me some more? How do I know you won’t go away again without doing anything? Jace, he has completely ignored me this entire time. Because he’s spent all of it with you.”

“No he hasn’t. Not all of it. Most of the day he leaves me by myself, except for Little Brother, that dreadful panther of his. Men come in with food or to wash me. But the commander only spends the night with me, and even then he hardly touches me. He hardly looks at me!”

“Really? Ha! I think I understand. The same preparation görükle escort bayan for both of us. Well, not quite the same. But similar—more similar than I realized. The commander has a talent for this sort of thing, just as I told you.”

Donnijo laughed, though it was more of a grunt. “You are embarrassing me a little, my queen.” He unlatched the door of the elevator cage and shoved it open. The metal rasped and squealed. Then he shoved Jace out of there ahead of him.

Valan retreated a few steps, stumbling slightly. She was breathing very hard, and her face was flushed and shiny with sweat. More sweat had rendered her shift almost entirely transparent over her breasts. Jace noticed—she could not help noticing—that both the former queen’s nipples bore tiny gold rings, identical to the ones that dangled from her own,

Donnijo handed her the end of Jace’s leash. Then he went to one of the cabinets against the round wall. At first he’d picked the one on the left, but then he changed his mind and shook his head. He went to righthand one instead and tugged open the door.

It didn’t open sideways like a normal door. It tilted straight down, hinged at the bottom.

A machine was revealed, unfolding as the door of the cabinet was lowered all the way to floor level. Once it stood revealed, the machine looked too large to have fit inside its container. A framework of wood and metal, oddly shaped and overcomplicated. It was not immediately apparent when one looked it over, what the hell the damn thing was made for.

The commander reached for Jace’s leash and Valan returned it to him. “You can take off that dress now,” he told her.

“Yes, sir,” Valan replied, and pulled it off over her head as quickly as she could. It fit her too tightly and she did it too fast, tearing the side in her haste.

She wore nothing else beneath it. Her sex was shaved smooth, like Jace’s. One of her long legs, the left, was decorated from hip to ankle with a spiraling tattoo. A twisted, intricate green and purple vine of thorns and flowers. It was quite striking. She didn’t used to have that, when Jace knew her before. But then again, had she ever seen the queen’s bare legs back then? She couldn’t quite recall. She might have, back in those days, or maybe she never had.

Jace would have liked to have her leg tattooed like that. Yes, it made her genuinely envious of Valan. She wondered how one had a thing like that done. Who did you go to, and how long did it take, and what was the price for it, and how much did it hurt when it was put on? Some of the various tribes in her realm tattooed themselves in different ways. Some of them did it very crudely, while others were more advanced. Jace could, in time, get someone from those more sophisticated groups to do an elaborate vine like Valan’s for her, probably. But only if she knew they could do as good a job, or better. And only if they didn’t demand too high a price from her. That, as in so many of her dealings, would be the most worrying aspect.

Maybe she’d get a matching vine along her opposite arm, to go with it. If it could be done right. Maybe the two vines could join diagonally across her belly or her back, or both? She would have to think about that more, before she decided …

Right now obviously there were several other much more timely and crucial things she should be concentrating on.

Donnijo unclipped the chain from her collar. He left the collar around her neck, however—no surprise there. Now he wanted her to climb on to his machine. He was going to strap her in the middle of it, somehow.

She was shaking. She was nervous. Hell, she was afraid. Of course she was. How could she not be?

Valan was going into the thing, too. When he got finished, if Jace understood correctly, they would be facing each other. Quite close.

And then what?

2.

“You both have scores to settle, don’t you?” said the commander, “Here is your opportunity.”

In the beginning there was a pair of narrow triangular saddles in the middle of the bizarre contraption. Jace and Valan perched astride them, somewhat precariously because they were made to bend so far forward until the tips of their noses almost touched. This was in order for their ankles and wrists to be confined beneath them, manacled to separate wooden arches inverted under the saddles. Two wide arches went with each saddle, thus four in all—one was for their hands and the other held their feet. They looked a bit like unstringed longbows except thicker and sturdier, not at all flexible, and with pivots on the ends, with gears and pulleys. The arch for their legs was wider and also a little lower down than one for their arms. The manacles connected to them on both were longer than Jace was used to, and made of leather. More like sleeves than cuffs, they encircled most of her forearms and most of her calves. These gripped less painfully than the far heavier metallic wrist and ankle bursa escort clamps she’d grown accustomed to.

Donnijo pulled a lever which shifted with a loud clunk, and then he turned a crank beside it. He worked it ’round and ’round several times, having to grit his teeth a little—it took considerable effort to keep the handle going. Its revolutions were almost as noisy as the one that worked the elevator cage.

The arches swung forward. The motion wasn’t smooth—a series of spasmodic jolts. Donnijo’s crank slowly, jerkily rotated them completely around the front of each saddle and upward, carrying his prisoners’ limbs along with them. When he was done, the arches didn’t stick straight up. He kept shifting them until the pairs tilted backward slightly away from each other, and of course Jace and Valan were tilted backward at the same angle. Their bottoms barely remained on the extreme edge of their saddles, while their arms and legs stuck up into the air over their heads, cruelly suspended and stretched. The saddles didn’t take much weight off their limbs. Their legs were held wider apart than their arms. Both captives could still clearly see each other. Donnijo had made sure that no uplifted limbs obscured their sightlines. He must have put a great deal of thought into the engineering of this machine.

Jace watched Valan’s toes flexing feverishly. Her own did the same. She curled them as tight as she could, over and over. It was oddly comforting, a little. A small distraction. An anchor point. The muscles of her arms and legs were already burning harsh inside from too much tension on them, while rapidly the same burn kindled in her back and in her bottom and in her belly.

The commander pulled another lever which thumped and clicked and then thumped again, louder, and Jace felt a vibration through the bows above her, a faint loosening. She could pull downward on them and they would move when they did. They would slide like the handles of an exercise machine from a gymnasium. Not very far, and not easily. She had to strain, and even at full strength she could only bring either arch down a few trembling inches, and only for a few seconds before their resistance overcame her and they raised themselves back to their starting position.

Valan cried out. A short, wordless exclamation, little more than a grunt or a huff. Jace didn’t understand why she did that, until Donnijo pulled a third thumpy lever which evidently engaged Valan’s arches in a matching fashion to Jace’s. Now the former queen could pull hers down the same way, and with the same result. Which Jace hadn’t noticed until Valan demonstrated.

Pulling the arches down caused cylindrical protrusions to lift from the front portion of the saddles they sat upon, if the ridiculous dangling positions they held balanced against the saddles’ back edges could be dignified with such a description. Jace’s movements powered the cylinder that had emerged from Valan’s saddle, and vice-versa. Their arm-arches made the rods go up and down. Their leg-arches caused the rods to rotate on their vertical axis—and the motion was amplified through a system of gears, so that one could quickly build up a sustained spin of considerable force without having to move one’s legs at an equal rate. That was not the case with the arm-arch. It would thrust its connected rod only as fast and as far as you pulled with your arms.

The rods appeared to be made of ivory. They were elaborately carved and decorated. They were very warm, as if heated internally. They were phalluses, of course, yet neither was shaped with anatomical fidelity, or anything like it. Both had extra ridges and bumps all over them to increase their potency, spiral patterns across their heads and around their shafts.

Extended to their fullest reach, applied with the greatest force, neither rod could quite penetrate either of the suspended captives. The angle wasn’t quite right. Was this a miscalculation on the commander’s part, or entirely the opposite? Both rods moved up and down across the women’s openings, spreading them in the process and tickling them, yet never entering them all the way. Not even halfway, not even a third of the way or a quarter. They did, however, bring repeated pressure directly against the women’s clits.

“Let’s see which of you can best the other,” said the commander, “It shall be a contest of endurance. Whichever of you first succeeds in bringing your adversary to climax, you shall be the victor. You shall be proven superior.”

Could it be done? Jace wasn’t sure at first. Could the machine bring her to orgasm, or just make her want one? It was a torture device, after all. It didn’t fuck you properly. It only made you wish to be. It tortured you. It would only tease and tickle, no matter how hard you or your enemy strained on its levers.

And yet … Once Jace started to experience it, once Valan was showing her what the damn machine could do to both their bodies, she changed her mind. She changed it very soon. It seemed it would probably get her there eventually. Given enough time. It wouldn’t happen quick, and it wouldn’t happen easy. Even so, she was pretty certain it could bring her over, provided Valan kept her end of things going long enough to see her through.

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I hear the front door open and my pussy gushes. M had emailed me specific instructions about an hour ago, leaving me very little time to prepare. I have removed and neatly folded the comforter. I placed the toys on the bed just the way He likes. My tits, legs, ass, and cunt are all smooth and oiled. I am completely naked except for the cuffs on my thighs and the blindfold over my eyes, lying on my back on the bed. My nipples are hard pointing at the ceiling. My legs are spread wide so He can see my glistening pussy. I am so ready to be used. I hear His approach to the bedroom door and His quiet sigh of lust. I can imagine His eyes darkening with need.

“Good Girl.”

M walks into the room and I hear the rustling of clothing being removed. My heart races. I love when we are both clothing-free. After a few minutes, I hear Him approach the toys that He requested I display for Him. There’s a soft leather flogger, a wooden paddle with a smooth cylinder handle, a metal spreader bar, and assorted lubes. My cunt is dripping onto the cool sheets underneath me.

I don’t realize He had moved to the end of the bed until I feel the flogger roughly slapping my skin. My tits first, bringing blood to the surface, making them so sensitive. My nipples grow harder with each blow and I arch my back. He moves the görükle escort flogger down my tummy and each slap sends a sharp sensation to my empty, waiting pussy. I want this man so badly already, but I know He’s not even close to being done with this task.

M climbs on the bed and sets the flogger down for a moment and attaches the spreader bar to the cuffs at each one of my thighs. The click of the metal attachments makes my cunt burn hotter. Quickly, M lifts the spreader bar upward to my chest, so that my pussy and ass are completely exposed to His will. He picks up the toy and mercilessly flogs my most sensitive spots. The feeling is so intense and raw, I feel myself climbing to orgasm. He knows my body too well and stops when I’m just short of cumming all over the sheets.

Still holding the bar in place, He kneels down and places His hot, wet mouth onto my pussy. He licks and sucks the juices there, murmuring in appreciation. I quickly climb again towards bliss and too soon, M stops.

“Not until I say, slut.”

I whimper, which earns me a hard smack to my cunt. And another and another. My pussy is gushing and I am on fire. Without warning, M thrusts His thick cock deep into my pussy, making me cry out. Holding my legs high to my throat, He pumps my pussy relentlessly. görükle escort bayan The feeling is so amazing; I know I won’t be able to stop from cumming now. My pussy gets tighter and tighter as he fucks me thoroughly. He thrusts in hard, holding.

“Come. NOW.”

And I explode all around Him, seeing stars. My pussy juices are flowing out around His cock as He resumes pounding me. Using the bar to hold Himself steady, He pushes His cock deeper and deeper. Then He stops and pulls out, abruptly. I groan.

He reaches for something and I feel the smooth wood of the paddle rubbing the backs of my legs. I feel a swell of air and the paddle lands firmly on my ass cheek, making me call out. M groans and then strikes the other cheek with the paddle. With my legs held up by the spreader bar, the skin of my ass is stretched tight so the pain is burning a hole in me. I pull it inward and my cunt floods.

I hear a quiet snap of a bottle being opened and I feel the warm liquid as He drips it onto me. Using His fingers, He rubs it in, teasing my puckered hole, sticking a finger halfway in. I moan with deep-seeded need. M removes His hand and I feel Him place the smooth handle of the wooden paddle at the entrance to my ass. Slowly, He pushes the handle in. I groan as the foreign bursa escort object climbs inside of me a centimeter at a time.

“Hold the bar, cunt. If you drop it, I will fuck your face and then leave.”

I moan and reach for the bar, holding it to my chest. He starts pumping the paddle in and out of my anus. His breathing increases; He loves using me in this way. Pulling and pushing the toy, I can feel His gaze burn on my cunt even though I cannot see Him. I start to climb again and suddenly, I hear the sound of His hand jerking His cock, the sound of His balls slapping with each tug. He’s masturbating to the sight of the paddle fucking my ass. This sends me over the edge and I start to cum again.

Just as my pussy starts contracting, I hear M cry out and I feel thick ribbons of hot, thick cum shoot all over my pussy and ass. As I come down from the high of orgasm, I realize He’s removed the toy from my ass, but is still sitting on the bed. I feel His fingers scoop up His cum from my cunt and move them to my mouth.

“Open, you cum loving whore.”

I oblige and suck each drop of His delicious cum off His fingers. M feeds me over and over until I’m clean of His semen.

“Good Girl.”

He unhooks the spreader bar and moves my legs down straight again. I feel Him rise from the bed and hear Him putting His clothes back on. Without another word, He leaves and I hear the front door closing a few moments later.

I relax. I can still taste His salty cum on my tongue. I lick my lips and wonder what M may have in store for me next time and smile.

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Glory and Shame is set in feudal China. The characters and plot are based on a series of dreams and visions. I dedicate this story to Selene daughter of the Moon and desire of my soul.

* * * * *

I am Wei Yun. I have seen only 18 years of life and now I will never see another dawn. This is the story of my glory and my shame.

I can hardly draw on the memory of my former life. My family worked the fields gathering rice and soy. It was a hard but simple life. The town elders paid tribute to the lord of the land and, in turn, he protected us from bandits and invaders.

It was a very harsh winter. The harvest had been poor that year. I remember the smell of ash in chill air that day. Invaders from the south had besieged our Lord’s lands for several months. His army had already forced the conscription most of the men in our village.

I can still hear the thunderous sound of the horses as they charged into our village. The men clad in black armor, burning homes, destroying all in their path. I heard screams of terror, which haunt my dreams to this day. I felt a thud and then, blackness.

I awoke in the back of cart full of women, some I recognized, and others I did not. Most of us were scared into silence. Those few whispers that dared escape were of a terrible warlord who had swept the province. Nothing stood in his way.

We neared what I recognized as our lord’s keep. The walls were scorched in places, destroyed in others. The gates of this once mighty keep were broken and cast aside. We passed what had been the market place, now a place of public execution. The stench of blood and burnt flesh overcame me. I wretched, heaved, and plunged mercifully into darkness.

A splash of freezing water, rough and probing hands awoke me next. I görükle escort and three other girls my age were being pulled from the cell and lined up. We were ushered through the keep. Even in it’s current state, one could not help but marvel at the incredible beauty and wealth of this place. Rich furnishings and treasures of all kinds adorned its halls.

We were brought to an opulent room. Furniture of dark wood and jade, golden censures, beautiful tapestry and rugs accented the room. The smell of sandalwood and sage filled the air. The guards stood at the door like stone pillars never moving. Had I not been overcome with fear, I would have marveled at the splendor of that which surrounded me.

A short time later, an elegantly dressed woman entered through a curtain from an adjacent room, and dismissed the guards. She circled us slowly. She was magnificent. She was not tall, but she commanded attention. Her eyes were the color of dark emeralds. Her hair was a flawless, black, deep as the night sky. Her skin had the look of fresh cream. She wore a silk robe of deep crimson; the dragon and the tiger in golden thread adorned the hem and cuffs of the sleeves.

She introduced herself simply as Madam. Her first words to us were simple. “You have been selected”, she began. “Master Yao has shown you great favor. Please him, and you will know joy unimagined. Fail to do so… even the most wretched creature on earth would not want your fate.”

She clapped her hands twice. From the other room appeared six figures dressed in white silk robes. Nothing of their faces or any part of them was visible through the cloth. They entered almost soundlessly. Two of them stood beside each of us. She nodded and two of the ghostly figures began to lead the first görükle escort bayan of us to the center of the room.

They began to undress the girl. She resisted, crying out. Madam stoically walked to her and slapped her hard across the face. “Be still” came the command. The she again struggled. This time when Madam struck her, it was across the back of her legs with a small bamboo rod that disappeared as quickly as it appeared. The girl whimpered but did not again protest.

Madam circled the young woman, as if she were inspecting a prize horse or a statue up for sale. She began inspecting the girl’s hair, and teeth, hands and feet. Then she made a motion and the two wraiths escorted the girl to the next room. I was next in line. I did not want to rouse Madam’s anger so I stood silently, eyes cast down, as she began. A warm flush came over me when Madam’s hand brushed against my shoulders and the small of my back. A noticeable chill overcame me giving me gooseflesh. I noticed the hint of a smile cross Madam’s lips as her eyes lingered on my erect nipples and chilled skin. She motioned and I too was led away to the next room.

This room was as elegant as the last but more sparsely furnished. There were four tables of jade and dark wood, one on each wall. Mirrors burnished in gold and jade above each table. The scents of sandalwood and sage played making my head light. Here the floors were bare teak and a large wooden tub of steaming water occupied the center of the room. To one side of the room, two more of the white clad figures stood by a large pot of boiling water, ladles of which they periodically added to the tub, and on the other, a small wooden stall where I was led.

The first girl was being helped into the tub when I entered. bursa escort She winced slightly as she was lowered into the water. I watched intrigued by the scene as our spectral escorts began to bathe the girl. The heat and humidity of the room formed drops of sweat on her pale skin that glistened like beads of glass. Our attendants, roughly at times, scrubbed her skin as if to remove all traces of the outside world.

My attendants soon had my full attention again. The stall where I was lead consisted of three walls of dark wood with a drainage grate in the floor. On the walls hung two vessels of alabaster. The vessels had long hoses with nozzles of silver shaped like the heads of fish.

One of my attendants held me still, the other removed a small clip from the first of the hoses and warm water began to flow from the spout. The attendant holding me guided me to bend over. Soon I felt the warm water running down my legs. I cried out in shock however, as the nozzle was slowly pushed into my anus. The sting of Madam’s rod across my ankle became an instant reminder that no protest, however small, would be allowed. One of the specters whispered in an almost childlike voice, “Hold, do not let go”. I could feel the warmth of the water filling me, and my knees getting weak, as I struggled not to let go. Then as my attendant removed the nozzle, I released, and nearly collapsed from the sensation.

My attendant steadied me then unclipped the second hose. The scent of herbs in warm water filled the stall. I could feel the lips of my womanhood swell as the warm water and the hands of my attendant began cleansing me. This time a small moan escaped in my breath as the nozzle was slowly pushed inside of me. To my surprise Madam’s hand reached out and softly caressed my face. A small shudder overtook me as the attendant removed the second nozzle. A flush of water and my own juices ran down my legs and I began to tremble. The attendants rinsed me off. I lowered my head and sobbed, scared and ashamed as they lead me to the tub.

To Be Continued…

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Gillian Watkins was proud of her curvaceous body and at the ripe age of twenty six she was, in her humble opinion, at the pinnacle of her good looks. The long haired brunette had posted hundreds of racy pictures of herself on X rated websites, and had posted videos of herself on strip sites. Naturally flirtatious she owned dozens of sexy outfits and lingerie and loved to dress up, and then undress for the delight of others. Either in lingerie, bikini, costumes or just plain naked her toned body was loved by the camera lens. Using different names for different sites, her favourite alias was Briony X, and this particular moniker drew the most comments from online admirers.

“Interesting.” She mused as she browsed her messages one morning.

Located in West London the five feet seven, long legged stunner embodied all the best stereotypes of online babes. Her big and bouncy 36D tits were simply miracles of geometric proportions and her gorgeous pussy distracted all eyes whether she had a bush or went bald. Now it seemed a man expressing himself her biggest fan had sent her an e-mail wishing to hire her for a private strip for which he would pay her £1,000 in cash. Mister Williams described himself as a retired school teacher who was widowed and living alone in a one bedroom apartment in Pimlico. He did not wish for sex, just her dressed up in a sexy school girl outfit for his particular fetish.

“One thousand for one session. Easy money.”

Gillian replied she was up for it and Williams invited her over at eight P.M. on the following Friday night.

x

It was a short ride in a taxi from her place to his and his four story building was easy to find. Gillian wrapped her raincoat tightly around her and stood on the doorstep. The light was on in his passage as she rang the bell and a fairly tall, grey haired fellow opened the door. Mister Williams looked about sixty five and Gillian imagined that he was once extremely handsome as she gave her a smiling greeting. He still had a twinkle in his eye which belied his years as he ushered her inside.

“So glad you decided to come. Please sit.”

Gillian sat down in the living room and looked around. The air smelled of cigar smoke and through the blue haze saw there were many photographs of family members on the mantle and tables, with one female face cropping up more than the others.

“My wife, Ingrid.”

Gillian picked up the biggest photo and gasped as she seemed to be looking at herself! Williams grinned at her reaction and spoke.

“Yes, my dear. You do look remarkably like my late wife. One reason why I am one of your most ardent fans. Drink?”

He brought her a glass of sherry and sat opposite her in an old armchair with legs crossed. Gillian studied his kindly face, wrinkled with age now and a little mottled.

“She died quite young.” Said he as he sipped his drink. “She was blessed with a slim body, large bust, and my favourite aspect, her perfectly rounded bottom. Rather like your own, if you şişli travesti don’t mind my saying.”

“Thank you, you’re just saying that to be nice I’m sure.”

“I never did get married again. I spent my remaining years as school teacher in the same school and then retired. Do you have a boyfriend?”

Gillian did have an on again, off again feller. Off at this particular moment in time. A professional rugby player at six feet seven he was a gentle lover who she really wished would be just a bit more energetic in bed as he was on the football field. The young woman liked a bit of rough sex now and again.

“Ah yes, those days in the sixties were not like today, oh no. We knew all about discipline and correction then, not all this health and safety nonsense. Spare the rod and spoil the child was the old saying and never a truer word was spoken. My wife was of a similar mind, and in her days as teacher in an all girl school was more than happy to dish out a few punishments with a ruler on naughty students.”

“So, do you have any music I can strip off to?”

Gillian stood and began to unbutton her coat, eager to get down to business.

“You’re going to love my outfit.”

A wise choice she thought as school uniforms were always sexy on a grown woman. Her white blouse was short sleeved with the collar open and a black tie plonked around her neck. Her flared black skirt was extremely short and therefore showed off lots of toned thigh. White ankle socks and high heels finished off the archetypal look. Williams looked and to her surprise he seemed to be unfazed.

“Don’t you like it?”

“I must confess that I am not really interested in watching you take your clothes off. And not for such a large sum of money anyway. No, I had something a little more unorthodox in mind.”

“Oh?” Suddenly alarm bells began to go off as Gillian cocked her head.

“Have you ever been spanked?” He asked in a matter of fact way.

“No, I haven’t.”

“There is no doubt that it is one if the most common of fetishes out there. In my time as teacher I was repeatedly called upon to administer corporal punishment, either with a ruler, bare hand or the cane. My wife was the same and in time we discovered, in our sexual role play, we were of the sixties you know, that receiving pain through spanking was highly erotic.”

Gillian sat back down and crossed her long legs and Williams noted her tight navy knickers under her skirt.

“Go on.”

“Oh yes, I would turn Ingrid over my knee and smack her bottom soundly, and then she would have me bend over the desk. You see, it can be a turn on for either a man or woman who enjoys being submissive. There are two types that I enjoy. Good girl and bad girl spanking. Good is playful, erotic and light, normally leading to intercourse. Then, there is bad girl spanking which is decidedly harder and generally does not involve sex.”

The man stood and retrieved a small bakırköy travesti envelope which he held out to a pondering Gillian. He opened it and showed that it was stuffed with cash.

“You want to give me a spanking for a thousand quid?”

“That is the deal. Interested? You remind me of her so, and I would re live her through you.”

A spanking. What could be simpler?

“Let’s go to your room.”

Gillian got to her feet and took the pleased man by the hand. The bedroom was fairly small with a twin bed, wooden desk in the corner and one armchair. The bathroom was next door where he said she could freshen up after. Mister Williams went to the chair and picked up a black gown like the ones worn by teachers in finishing schools and put it on.

“Just getting into the role my dear. All part of the fun.”

He then sat and looked directly at Gillian who now had a certain apprehension about proceedings. This might actually HURT, she thought. The patient man looked on at Gillian’s shapely legs under the short length skirt. And her behind that thrust out in a most appealing firmness.

“To begin with I thought I would have you across my knee, knickers down naturally.”

Williams spread his hands and brought his legs together. Gillian raised her skirt and put both thumbs into the waistband of her underwear and peeled them down until her bum was bared. He noted the prominent outer lips of her shaven pussy that protruded seductively from between her upper thighs. She went onto her knees and sprawled across the mans lap and stretched out her arms in front of her. He lifted her skirt up slowly until it rested on the small of her back and the brunette felt the air of the room on her bared rump. He wound his left arm around her waist as his right hand gripped her tight left buttock.

“Legs together if you don’t mind.”

She obeyed and felt her inner thighs meet halfway up, split in two by her sublime cleft. Surprisingly limber the elder man rocked her hips from side to side on his lap and Gillian felt his semi erection against her bare belly. He kneaded her right cheek as she looked face down, a little puzzled.

“Exquisite bottom, my dear. Charming in fact.”

Williams smoothed out both her round cheeks as he shifted in his seat which in turn raised her backside to suit his reach. Her long legs dangled to the carpet as the fun commenced.

SMACK! SMACK!

“Wow!”

Gillian squealed despite knowing what to expect as she received the first two impacts of his broadened palm. Her navy knickers, which were by her ankles, were kicked off as her high heels snapped up. Then he smacked her ass again, then again, and then once more and she heard him chuckle at the sight of her buns bouncing on his lap.

“Did that hurt?” He asked as he paused hitting her.

“Not really, just a little tingling is all.”

Williams fingered her tenderised globes, now with a red hued palm print across istanbul travestileri both nates. His left arm again held her in a firm grip as he resumed his roasting. Bang, bang, bang!

His hand came down repeatedly and quickly on her bare flesh which now stung beyond words.

“You are a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

“Y…yes! I AM! Oh, shit!”

The spanks now came even harder which made her jerk up at her midriff as she squirmed on top of the grinning man. Her pulsating bum grew redder and redder all the time as the merciless smacks rained down with no let up. Then it stopped all of a sudden and Gillian inhaled deeply as she recovered her composure.

“May I be so bold?” He asked as he slid his little finger into her squishy cunt.

“Oh, Mister Williams!”

He slipped in and out until he was in her up to the second knuckle and surprisingly the attractive woman found that her pussy had become a sopping mess. She was receiving mixed signals as she was frigged and tiny whimpers emanated from her lips.

“Very wet indeed. I told you my dear, pleasure derived from pain is the most rewarding euphoria of all.”

“Am I…am I a masochist?” She wondered at her unexpected arousal.

“Not entirely, but let us continue.”

He studied her backside and nodded with approval. Her heated buttocks quivered on his lap and the plump bulge of her bald pussy with that enticing vertical slit was plain to see. Williams brought his meaty hand down hard on her rosy ripe cheeks and his left palm was added to the mix with a new ferocity that took Gillian’s breath away. Smack after smack came in quick succession, and so close were the expert blows that she could not differentiate between his right and left hands. Gillian writhed and twisted on the man and registered his rather hard bulge that now tented his trousers.

“Goodness!”

Gillian had a strong urge to rub her pussy but in this position it was impossible.

“Please, Mister Williams. Rub my pussy!”

“With pleasure.”

The grey haired fellow cupped her soaking muff and squeezed with a pumping motion that came as blessed relief for the horny brunette.

“I…I’ve not been so turned in ages.”

“Delighted to hear it. Splendid news. Here.”

Williams pulled her up and plonked her on his bony knee. Naked from the waist down Gillian began to hump his leg like a dog in heat as she rested her hands on his waist. He just sat back and gazed directly at her pussy with the soft labia which flared out on his leg.

“Fuck! I’m coming!”

Gillian felt her cunt contract as she had a blinding orgasm. She stood on wobbly legs and ran her hands on her raw bottom.

“Thank you so much for a jolly evening. Take the cash and enjoy it.”

“Thank YOU, Mister Williams for an enlightening session. I had no idea.”

Gillian spent an uneasy week trying hard to focus on her cam work as she found it hard to put her visit to Williams out of her mind. Then she decided to send him an e-mail message.

“Dear Mister Williams. I cannot forget our recent meeting and express a wish to see you again, and as soon as possible. I simply MUST be spanked!”

Williams answered almost immediately.

“Excellent news. come to mine on Wednesday evening and I shall share the delights of the cane.”

To be continued…

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WARNING: This is a FANTASY story. It may contain themes of consensual non-consent, slavery, dominance/submission, and/or extreme pain. Please do not try any of this at home. Do not try ANY fantasy with ANYONE unless you’ve discussed it in detail with them beforehand. Informed consent is fucking mandatory.

*****

You were so nervous. Daddy had ordered you to do this, but you weren’t sure you were ready. You were so scared. You didn’t know how this was going to play out.

You lay on the table. You were naked, by necessity. There was no way to do this with any dignity, and you suspected that was one reason why your daddy wanted you to do it.

The waxer came in. You were happy to see she was a pretty lady, mid 40s, blond and curvy. Her accent was Eastern European, maybe Russian. It was the normal small talk at first, seemingly the same as every other waxer. This wasn’t your first time for this part. The feeling of the hot wax on your cunt followed by the smooth cloth and then that intense but short lived pain as she ripped the hairs out was both excruciating and incredibly exciting, as always. You squealed a little. You tried to hide it, to suppress it, but deep down you loved the pain, the surprise, the violence of the ripping sensation…

When she was done, you knew what you had to do. What he had told you that you had to do. You were so scared, but you knew that disappointing daddy wasn’t an option. Once her pussy waxing job was complete, she started to get up and leave, and you had no choice but to say it… Those words your daddy made you memorize…

“Ma’am… Will you please also wax my asshole?”

As you wait for her to react to you words, you roll from your back to your hands and knees. You arch your back just like when daddy fucks you. Your ass is now sticking out, seemingly beckoning to the lady who was so recently about to walk away.

She stops at the door and hesitates. You see her face, and you can tell she’s considering. Finally, she seems to make a decision. She sighs, and she walks back towards you. You don’t move, hoping and praying it works out the way you’ve always dreamed. The way it happens in both your fantasies and those disturbing dreams you don’t talk about. Not with anyone. She stops behind your upturned ass, and runs her fingers slowly along your thighs.

“An extra hundred, and I will treat you the way you deserve.”

You look back. You lock eyes. She stares, intensely, and you have to look away. But you nod, slowly, reluctantly, and turn back to look ahead at the blank wall in front of you so that she can’t see the fear in your eyes.

Still on your hands and knees, you don’t move as she opens your purse, takes money out, and puts the purse back next to the pile of your clothes. You don’t know if she took the right amount, and thinking about it, you realize you don’t care.

She opens a drawer and removes a surprising number of accessories. You feel scared. Vulnerable. Did your master know this particular venue would be prepared for a situation like this? You can’t think about it, as your mind is occupied by the sensation of the waxer strapping you down to the table. You’re tied on your hands and knees, each forearm and each leg secured to the table. While you can struggle and shift, you know you can’t leave. You’re committed at this point. You’re at her mercy, for better or worse.

She ties weights to your nipples, and holy shit does it hurt. Your nipples have always been super sensitive. You cum so hard when your nipples are tortured, and now this random stranger at this hole in the wall waxing facility is attaching giant istanbul travesti nipple clamps with weights on them to your nipples. They dangle in the most difficult, painful way. Every small movement sends your tits swinging, which makes the weights swing, which tortures your nipples with the most horrible pain.

“You must be Master (name)’s new fucktoy…”

You don’t even need to answer. She sees the surprise in your eyes, and it’s all the confirmation she needs. Her devious, satisfied smile scares you. But it also excites you in that deep, dark place that you don’t like to talk about.

She gets a roll of duct tape, and uses the tape to separate your ass cheeks. The tape runs tightly from your ass crack to your thighs, on both sides of your body. Your cunt and asshole are exposed as much as they can be.

“An asshole waxing is very important for any slut. But the result is so much more…” She grins. “Well, it’s so much more effective if the skin beneath is swollen.”

You hear a whooshing noise a split second before you feel the pain. Your asshole and pussy burn, like they do when your master punishes you for a particularly extreme transgression. But this time, it’s not your ass or your thighs that feel the sting, it’s your asshole and your cunt lips. It’s so much different than a spanking from Him. It’s more sensitive. More painful. More intense. More everything.

She swings the flogger again, hitting you right in the crotch a second time. You can’t hold it in and squeal, loudly.

“Oh, that won’t do. We have neighbors” she said with a disappointed tone to her voice as she picks your panties up off the floor and shoves them in your mouth. “Is that better?” You sob a little. “Good!” she says as she swings her hands to deliver another blow to your sensitive lower body.

It’s the third blow.

Then there’s a fourth.

You lose count after twenty. Was the total forty strokes? Maybe fifty? You can’t tell. The pain is so intense, but then of course, so is the pleasure. Or is it the same thing? It’s so… So pure. So hateful. So loving. So incredible. Between the direct strokes to your crotch and the weights attached to your nipples swinging back and forth, you are overcome with both agony and joy. But you know, deep down, that you deserve it, because you are a slut, and that’s what sluts need. Isn’t it?

When she is done with the flogging, it’s time for the wax. You hear her. Every step. You are expecting it to come. You are prepared, but the hot wax on your tortured, red, swollen asshole is a hundred times more painful than your normal waxing. You scream. It’s agony. It’s a primal thing. It completely bypasses your conscious brain, and only interacts with that deep level of your instinct. Your core. Your most inner self. Your inner self can’t stand it, it hurts so bad. Like nothing you’ve ever experienced. It’s entirely new. Your throat hurts from the energy you put into voicing your pain. But of course, your panties muffle the sound, so your agony remains your own. It’s private. Intimate. Close. Personal. Nobody will ever know, except you.

And her.

The ripping of the cloth is even worse. Tears are streaming down your face at this point. Sobs rock your body, which makes the weights on your tits swing even more, causing even more sobs. More pain. The fact that this is a pain causing pain causing pain cycle doesn’t escape your notice, but you don’t see a way to stop it. Your agony is all consuming, and there’s no way for you to end it.

But then it’s done. Your asshole and cunt are now both clean. You’ve been purified, anadolu yakası travestileri in the most intimate sense. Surely, it must be over. You’re so relieved as she begins to untie you from your bonds. You slowly get down from your perch, careful not to unlatch your nipple weights, not to remove your gag, not to touch your burning, aching asshole as you carefully get down from the table. The only sound is you, crying and sobbing, the pain too intense for you to handle stoically.

“Now it’s time for my tip, little girl. Come here.”

She sits in the edge of a chair and beckons you towards her with the handle of the flogger. Your tears continue to flow as you walk slowly and shakily towards her. No matter how terrified you are, you don’t see a choice. This is what your daddy wanted of you, so you feel compelled to submit to this, no matter how unsure… no matter how scared… no matter how uncomfortable or painful you feel.

When you get close, she stops you with one word, “Kneel.”

You drop to your knees. The nipple weights let you know that sudden motion like that will continue to be painful, but you don’t even consider removing them without her permission. That just wouldn’t be right, somehow.

She slowly draws the panties from your mouth and says “It’s time for you to show me how much you appreciate my services.”

You know what she means. You understand the implication. Her legs spread as your face dives under her skirt, and you’re ready for a new experience.

Her pussy is musky. It’s wet. It’s intense. You don’t know what you’re doing, but you try and do things you think you’d like if the roles were reversed. You suck, you lick, you give it your all.

But apparently, you’re fucking terrible at it. She grabs your hair and tries to direct you, but she just ends up even more frustrated.

“Fuck, you’re terrible at this. You need some motivation…”

Then you hear that noise again. Just for a split second. Just before you feel that pain again as the flogger slams into your crotch. This time, your screams aren’t muffled by your own panties, they’re muffled by her cunt.

But apparently, that works. Your pain is her pleasure. She flogs you again and again in your sore, aching, swollen crotch. She targets your ass, your thighs, and everything in between. Your cunt and asshole are burning, but each hit brings her pussy the pleasure that your mouth wasn’t good enough to give her without that pain. Her hand on the back of your head rubbing your face into her crotch guides your mouth to her most sensitive parts. It teaches you with experience. It commands in ways you’re not entirely unfamiliar with.

After what seems like an eternity, she cums. It’s long, it’s loud, and it’s very, very wet. Both of you are breathing hard. Her in satisfaction, you in pain. Your tears cover your face, up until the point where she rubs her wet pussy all over your face, making sure to smear her cum all over you, replacing your tears with her juices. You’re so happy to not be having your nethers tortured that you barely even notice this new humiliation.

“Stand.” You don’t even have the strength or the will to resist her commands at this point. She walks around behind you.

“Bend forward and grab the chair”

You don’t even think, you just react, sending your nipple weights swinging, but you don’t even really notice the pain that seems so mild compared to what you’ve experienced in the last hour or so. You are standing with your legs spread, bending forward, grabbing the back of the chair istanbul travesti she had been sitting in moments before.

She gets the last of the implements from the drawer. The first of her new toys is a giant dildo. It’s bigger than any you’ve ever seen. She puts the blunt tip at the entrance of your cunt and starts pushing. There’s no way your poor little pussy could take such a toy, but not surprisingly, your cunt is drenched from the activities of the day, and using that lube, she is able to work that giant dildo into your pussy. It’s incredibly painful. The stretching is too much. It hurts so bad. You can’t possibly take it.

But you do. And after a few minutes of hard thrusting and a seemingly endless series of back and forth motion, the dildo’s all the way inside your incredibly sore cunt. You feel accomplished and proud at the fact that you’ve taken the physical manifestation of her desire into you, right up until the point that you hear her spit on the second dildo. It’s not as big as the first, but you have a disturbing premonition about where it’s going. You’re not done. There’s still more she needs from you.

That fear is confirmed as you feel the spit covered dildo at the entrance of your asshole. Your sobs and tears continue, or maybe they even intensify, as that new dildo pushes in just as slowly, but just as insistently as the first. The stretching of your body is agony, but you know better than to complain. Complaining is always met with more punishment and more pain where you come from. Finally, after more pain, more sobbing, and more intensity, it’s all the way in. The fact that your body is so full makes you feel so incredibly embarrassed. So humiliated. So disgusting. So incredibly fucking horny.

You don’t even know this woman.

She rips the tape off your butt cheeks. It’s a surprise, and painful, but you catch yourself wishing she had done it more slowly. More painfully. Drawn out the humiliation the way you liked.

But then there was more tape. Around your waist and between your legs it goes. The tape secures the toys deep inside you. There is no way for those toys to come out of your stretched little fuck holes with that tape holding them in.

“Stand up straight”

The toys shift inside you as you move, causing you beautiful agony.

She removes the weights from your nipples. You’re both happy and sad at the loss, as your tears continue to roll down your rosy red cheeks.

She carefully and lovingly helps you back into the simple little polka dot sundress you had worn into the little waxing shop, seemingly so long ago.

“You have an appointment two weeks from now for another waxing session. When you come back, you’ll bring those two toys that are inside you back to me, and you’ll bring them back in the same place they are now, do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am.” (sniffle)

“Good. You may leave now.”

“But Ma’am, may I please have an orga…”

Her palm hits your face with an incredibly loud crack. You’re dazed and fall to your knees, having not expected such violence out of this woman, despite her recent actions.

“You have not come close to earning that yet. One day, maybe. But not today. You will have to earn that reward with far more sacrifice and far more service than you have given so far. Now get the fuck off of my property before I rip that dress off and send you into the street naked!”

Your tears continue to flow down your cheeks as you scramble out of her door. You feel humiliated, you’re in incredible pain, you’re sobbing because of the torture you’ve received, but despite the giant toys shoved in your holes, despite the awkward bowlegged walking motion they cause, despite your red and swollen cunt and asshole, despite your humiliation and shame and fear, you can feel your cunt dripping with anticipation for your next waxing session.

Two weeks. Two more weeks. Oh God, can you wait two more weeks?!

The tears continue to flow.

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A few evenings a week, I work as the ‘entertainment’ at an exclusive gentleman’s club, paid well to do whatever the men want. Sometimes I am ordered to put on a show for anyone who wants to watch and the rest of the time I am available to be summoned by any of them as they sit around in their leather armchairs sipping expensive whisky. I am dressed for their pleasure in just a black bodice that leaves my breasts exposed, stockings attached to the bottom of the bodice and high heels. Usually I begin the evening with a dress over the top, but it ends up being removed quite quickly, often by the manager, who likes to take advantage of his position by insisting on checking that I am dressed appropriately. I am forbidden to wear any knickers, being required to leave myself available to for use in any hole.

Tonight, the first man to summon me is Mr J, a regular who is usually gentle and undemanding. He asks me to fetch him another whisky. I return with a glass and lean over him slightly to place it on the side table next to his chair. Then I stand in front of him, awaiting any further instructions, and he pats his knee for me to sit. As I perch on his knee, he pulls me towards him, kissing me while his hands roam gently over my back and down to my bottom, giving it a firm squeeze before pushing me away and waving his hand to dismiss me, at least for now.

As I walk back across the room, Mr W clicks his fingers at me. He points to the floor in front of him, ordering me to kneel, then unzips his trousers, freeing his cock. Grabbing my head roughly, he pulls it towards his crotch. I feel his cock become stiffer as I work my mouth up and down the shaft, occasionally pulling back to run my tongue over the tip. As it reaches its full hardness, he places his hand firmly on the back of my head, forcing me to take his cock deeply. I struggle to take his entire length, especially at that angle, but thankfully he is in a gentler mood than usual and does not force it into my throat, allowing me to use my hand to cover the part of his cock that is still outside my mouth. It is not long before I feel his cum spurting into my mouth. Obediently, I swallow, feeling slightly ashamed of having to perform such intimate actions with men to whom istanbul travesti I mean nothing. He grabs my hair to pull me upright on my knees, gives one of my exposed nipples a sharp pinch and then tells me to go. I have a quick drink and reapply my lipstick before waiting to be summoned again.

Mr P is the next to request my company. He orders me to turn around to face away from him and to bend over. I blush as I feel him staring at my arse and pussy, trying not to think about how exposed I am. His hands grab my arse and stroke it before he gives me a few sharp spanks. I gasp in surprise, but manage to hold my position, knowing that disobedience will only earn me a harder punishment. His spanks become harder and I feel my arse becoming warm and probably looking rather red. It hurts, but I have no choice except to endure it (or to use a safeword and leave this well-paid job). As he finishes, he rubs a finger over my pussy and turns me to face him. “You’re wet – you enjoyed that, didn’t you? Such a slut…”. He pushes his finger into my mouth and I suck it clean, tasting the wetness that betrays my arousal. I can see other men watching me and I know that there are others behind me who are staring at my red arse. “Go, slut,” he tells me.

As I walk away, blushing, my arm is grabbed by another man, Mr B. He pulls me onto his lap so that I am straddling him then positions me over his cock, which he has freed from his trousers and covered with a condom. He forces me down until I have taken his entire length inside me. I moan softly in pleasure as well as slight surprise and he orders me to ride his cock. After a while, my legs tire and he holds me in place while he thrusts upwards until he cums. Then he instructs me to kneel, remove the condom and clean his cock, which quickly softens as I lick every part of it.

Having been dismissed, I dispose of the condom and take a few minutes to clean myself up a bit and have a quick drink before heading back out. Much as I try to tell myself that this is just a job, I am aroused by the control these men have over me, despite the feelings of shame at the way that they use me. I desperately hope that one of the men will choose to provide me with an orgasm kadıköy travesti before the end of the evening.

I am summoned by Mr N, a man who comes in here frequently. He always demands to be referred to as ‘Daddy’.

“I saw you over there with that man. Someone has been a naughty little girl, haven’t they?” he asks.

“Yes, Daddy,” I reply.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I have been a naughty little girl, Daddy.”

“And what happens to naughty little girls?” he continues.

“Naughty little girls get punished, Daddy,” I reply, playing along.

He positions me over his lap, telling me to ask him to spank me.

“Please spank me, Daddy,” I say, glad that he can’t see the blush creeping over my face as I utter these words. He begins gently, but quickly builds up the pace and intensity. Involuntarily, my hands reach back to cover my bottom. He grabs my wrists, holding them firmly in place behind my back, and hooks his leg around my legs, pushing me forwards and immobilising me. I cannot help crying out at the sting as his large hand continues to slap my arse, but thankfully he stops before I am brought to actual tears.

“Good girl,” he says. “Now, don’t forget to thank me…”

“Thank you, Daddy…” I stutter.

“For what?”

“Thank you for spanking me, Daddy.”

He sends me off to tidy up my makeup and I begin to wonder how much more I can take this evening.

The next man who summons me is new to the club and I have not met him before. “I have been watching you this evening,” he says, “and now I want to see whether you’re worth my time.” He orders me to stand in front of him and then to slowly turn around. When I turn back to face him, he sits up and grabs my breasts firmly, one in each hand, squeezing and kneading the flesh. “Very nice firm tits, not huge, but enough to fill a hand…” His comments about my body make me blush, feeling even more exposed than if he was merely looking and feeling in silence. Then his attention turns to my nipples, rolling them between his fingers and pinching them, smirking when I emit a squeak of pain. “I love seeing a girl with hard, sensitive nipples… They would look wonderful anadolu yakası travesti with a pair of clamps…”. His hands roam down my sides and my hips and he pulls me towards him, positioning me so that my feet are outside his feet and his knees are between my legs, keeping them spread wide. In this position, with his eyes focused so intently on my body, I feel exposed and vulnerable. His hand reaches between my legs, pulling on my lips and rubbing a finger up and down my slit before pushing it inside me, quickly followed by a second finger. “What a lovely, wet pussy, so tight and inviting… I wonder how many fingers I could fit inside you…” he muses, “…maybe another evening…”. He withdraws his fingers from me and reaches them towards my clit, rubbing gently until he hears me moan in pleasure. “No, not yet, girl… But come and find me nearer the end of the evening and I may consider giving you some relief, if you’ve been good.”

Mr S requests my presence next, asking me to bring him a glass of wine and a bottle of lube. I bring him the requested items and he orders me to turn around, bend over with my legs straight and rest my forearms on the footstool. This position leaves my arse raised up with my head lower but keeps me fairly stable. Behind me, I hear him open the bottle of lube and then feel him rubbing the cold liquid around my arse. His finger pushes into my arse gently at first, then deeper and more firmly. When my tight hole begins to loosen, he adds a second finger, pumping them into me. He senses that my body is ready and orders me to stand up. I hear a condom packet being opened behind me before he pulls me down onto his lap, guiding me so that the tip of his cock rests against my arse. He orders me to lower myself down onto his cock. I am grateful at least that I can control the pace as I begin to impale myself on his hard cock, pausing every so often to allow my body time to adjust. Eventually, I feel my buttocks resting on his legs. Realising that I cannot move enough in this position, he orders me to stand up and I feel his cock sliding out of me. Then he returns me to my earlier position, lines up his cock and slides it into me in one firm stroke. Although I am physically prepared, I gasp in shock as I feel myself being stretched around him. He thrusts into me in hard, fast thrusts and it is not long before he reaches his orgasm.

As I go off to dispose of another used condom, I reflect on my evening so far. I have already been groped, spanked and fucked in all three holes. What more can the evening hold for me?

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Game day was always one of her favorite get-togethers but this one was going to be mind blowing, she just knew it. Nikki was just starting to get ready for tonight’s fun, she had the package from her husband sitting on the bed, it was still unopened, just as he had requested. She was allowed to open it once she had washed and prepared herself for the evening.

She dropped her shower wrap on the edge of the sink in the bathroom, and stepped into the steaming shower. Nikki loved the feel of the hot water first touching and flowing down her long, firm body. Today she would not waste time, she had to be ready when Kevin, her husband, got here. He had also told her that she was not allowed to pleasure herself this evening, he wanted her to be ‘fresh’ and waiting. So she washed her long wavy brown hair and lathered body wash from her ears over her full breasts, bellybutton, pussy and butt, down to her toes.

Once done and dry she was ready to open the package and see what she would be wearing tonight. What she pulled out was a series of leather straps and some beautiful blue fabric that was so sheer she could see every detail of her hand through it. At the bottom of the box was a sealed letter that had “After you’re dressed.” written on it.

The top that Nikki put on was made of super soft leather, but it’s only function was to hold her generous breasts on a ‘shelf’ formed from the two wide straps. As she tightened the top it drew her breasts up higher and closer together, making them look fuller and more inviting, so that any observer would be even more enticed to touch and suck on them. The lower part of her outfit was a low hip-slung belt of silver that hugged her wide hips perfectly. It had small silver bells along the edge and the sheer fabric attached to the sides. At the ankles there were ties so that the gauze covered her legs, but not much else. She looked at herself in the full length mirror and saw a sexy harem woman just waiting for her master. Nikki loved her outfit and already her body was heating up, eager for the night with all its promised surprises to begin. Turning back to the bed she pulled the letter from the bottom of the box and opened it.

“Here are some clues about tonight, my love.” Kevin had written. “From the way you reacted last game night I thought you would enjoy this twist. I will come for you at 8 o’clock sharp. I will bring a cloak and a blindfold. The cloak you will lose once we get where we are going, but the blindfold you will wear the entire night. I have invited a few friends, people we trust, but you won’t know who, or exactly how many there are. You will do anything asked of you, and you may only speak when answering a question. I am going to enjoy you, and enjoy watching you tonight.”

She set the letter down, and walked out into the living room feeling her heat rise as she considered the contents of the letter. As she sat on the couch she heard a key in the lock on the front door, and in stepped her boyfriend. Kevin was a good 5″ taller than her, he had light brown hair pulled back in a neat ponytail, storm gray eyes, his skin tanned from his love of the sun, and an athletic body. Over his left arm were the promised items, and when he saw Nikki his hand froze as it was reaching for the light switch.

“Oh, yes.” He spoke as he walked over to her, pushing the door shut. Leaving the hall light as the sole source of illumination. He could see her breasts quivering slightly as she tried to keep herself still.

*************

Kevin had picked out Nikki’s outfit, and had a good mental picture of what it would look like, but seeing this beautiful creature in her finery was stunning. He could feel his body stirring and with the knowledge of what the evening held in store for his wife gave him an added thrill of excitement. As he walked across the room he watched as she slid her hands along her body, down her sides and over her thighs as his gaze seemed to heat her flesh every where he looked. Nodding as he noticed that she obeyed his earlier command to not please herself, keeping her hands away from her breasts and crotch.

“That looks very nice,” He murmured, “All that smooth flesh bare, so tempting.” He leaned over to kiss her, gently at first, then he took her mouth harder, hinting at the rough play to come later. “How hot and wet has this gotten you, my pet?” He slid his hand down her exposed side, fingers whispering over her belt, making the bells chime, and slipping over her shaved pussy. She whimpered a little as he slowly slid a finger into the dampness between her legs. He held back a groan and fought to control himself, to keep from pushing her back and taking her right there.

“Mmm… yes, my baby is so ready for tonight’s fun, isn’t she?” His husky voice rumbled. Nikki could only nod and gasp as Kevin slid two fingers into her, and he could see the ripples of feeling that ran through her body echoed in her face. She made a small sound of disappointment when he drew his hand away. He licked one finger, then set the other on her lip and istanbul travesti smiled as she sucked her own juices off of it.

“Stand up.” He said, and when she did he put her collar on her. It was dark blue with small silver bells on it, that tinkled softly like the ones on her belt. Then he tied the blindfold on, taking away her sight as he asked, “You read the instructions, yes?” Nikki nodded. “Are you ready?” He questioned.

“Very much so.” Nikki replied. Kevin smiled at his wife, put the full length cloak on her, hooked a velvet cord to her collar and lead her out the door to his car.

*************

During the drive Nikki kept silent, but her mind was racing. She had no real idea what to expect, where they were going, or who was going to be there. She guessed that she was going to be the entertainment or possibly a prize for the winner of tonight’s game. Mixed with the excitement that was flowing through her body was a little fear. She knew that Kevin would never let anything bad happen to her, so it was not really a fear of pain. At least, no more pain then she could handle. It was a fear of the unknown, the darkness that he had put her into, and that she had willingly agreed to.

Once they reached their destination and the car stopped she heard Kevin get out, his door shut, a few moments of silence then her door being opened and she was being helped out of the car. As he lifted her up he whispered, “I will be watching you always, no matter if it’s me touching your body or if someone else is. Enjoy yourself and don’t be scared to just let go.” Then his body heat was gone, but she felt a tug from the lead he had attached to her collar, so with a secret smile on her lips she stepped forward.

She was led up a few steps, then through a doorway. When the door shut behind her the sounds of the street disappeared. They were inside in a quiet room Nikki guessed was empty but for them, and Kevin had her stop. She could hear muffled music and talking (quite a few male voices) as if it were all coming through a wall. Her hands were lifted and a goblet was placed there.

“Here is some wine with a little surprise in it.” His voice rumbled in the room, and knowing that her husband would never harm her, Nikki drank. “The surprise,” Kevin continued, “Will just enhance what you feel. Whether you are touched here,” He trailed a hand down her neck. “Here,” His hand grazed a nipple as he slipped her cloak off. “Or here,” He said as the skin right above her clit was flicked, making Nikki twitch and stifle a moan. “Your body will tingle and pleasure will come in waves.” Nikki finished the last of the wine, and felt the first warm flush start to spread from her belly out as the cup was taken away.

“Now, you will wait here a moment more. You know the rules. No speaking, and no peaking.” Then a door was opened and noise flooded in. Music with a seductive beat, men talking and laughing, then it was muted again after the door closed. She didn’t know if there was anything to sit on so she stood and after a minute shifted her weight. When she did her body suddenly felt like it was being brushed by a warm breeze with a tingle chasing it. When that tingle hit her pussy she gasped and moaned in pleasure. Kevin was right, she thought, her body felt alive and all she wanted was to be touched, to feel that tingle again. As she guiltily ran her hands over her breasts she could hear Kevin in the other room, calling everyone’s attention.

“Tonight’s prize is one that I know we will all enjoy.” She heard his muted voice say as the music faded. “If you win a pot, you may tease her. If you win a round, you may play with her. If you win between tables, you may pleasure yourself with her. If you win the tourney… you may have an hour with her.” Nikki realized now that she was indeed going to be a prize, but not just to the ultimate winner. She was going to be a prize many times over. She moaned softly, let her head roll back a little as she ran her hands down her sides, and swayed her body again anticipating the tingle this time. Sounds returned as the was door opened, this time when the music washed over her, every throb made her want to move.

*************

Kevin looked at a fellow sitting on a chair facing Nikki in the room she was standing in, got a nod, a grin and a thumbs up. He grinned back and picked up the lead to his wife’s collar. He pulled gently and she slowly walked forward into the game room. Murmurs, approving whispers, whistles and a few cat calls were to be heard as she was lead through the midst of them.

“Here is a cushion for you to sit on.” Kevin said to her, as he helped her down to lounge in it’s silky support. “Let the games begin!” He announced and the music picked back up. As the men played and appreciated the beautiful and tempting prize, Nikki was fed treats and given more wine, and the men played cards.

*************

“Haha! I’ve won!” A deep voice called out after a quick round, and Nikki felt a jolt of excitement shoot through şişli travesti her. The voice continued, “I request that my prize would be to see her dance for us.”

“Very well,” Kevin’s voice answered from next to her. Nikki was lifted and the music merged into a rolling erotic tempo. The wine and surprise was singing inside her, and the music carried her off. Her body started to sway, and the pleasure of movement had her rising and the pressure in her building. Her breasts bounced and when she arched her back they strained at the leather, practically begging for a caress. Her belt jingled softly with every tilt of her hips, and the gauze fluttered about her, caressing her legs and hiding nothing from the eyes that watched. As she swayed, the tingle chased her and her pussy juices started trickling down the inside of her thighs. She could imagine every man there growing hard.

Nikki was called back to her cushion and the games resumed. This time when she sat down her legs were arranged so she sat with her thighs wide, her damp, puffy pink lips fully exposed. Someone (Nikki guessed it was Kevin or possibly the winner) took a soft cloth and ran it up her legs, wiping the fluid up, then ran the cloth over her clit, sending her to the brink of a shuddering orgasm.

“Looks like she has plenty of lube to go around, aye boys?” Someone called out. Nikki was a little shy, but with the help of the wine and surprise working for her she was enjoying the attention and the promise of more to come. She leaned back and rolled her hips, knowing that she was what every man in there was craving.

“Ha! It’s my turn now, guys.” A younger voice called out a few minutes later as he made his way over to Nikki’s seat. The only warning she had was hearing him kneel near her, then she had a finger being run up her damp slit, making her moan sensually. The finger trailed up her belly, over her breasts and then was pressed into her mouth for her to suck on. His other hand caressed her breast, then caught a nipple between his thumb and finger and squeezed. Nikki let out a low wail as waves of pleasure jolted from her breast down to her hot pussy.

*************

Seeing that her slit was damp again the guy picked up an empty long-neck beer bottle and grinned wickedly at his friends. As he reached down and spread her pouting lips he dipped the bottle mouth first into the cooler that had ice water and more beers floating in it and held it there. Then just as Nikki’s breathing had smoothed out he lifted the bottle out of the water and set the cold wet glass against her pussy. When she felt the ice cold glass against her heat, her body arched back, begging for it. He slowly pushed the bottle in a few inches, Nikki gasped and moaned and more pearly liquid poured over the bottle. “Oh, god.” He said, “I have to win this tonight.” He gave the bottle a couple of pumps, sending shock waves rocking though Nikki’s body making her hips jerk, then took it away, leaving her gasping on the cushion.

The next winner came up and without saying anything, latched his mouth on one of her nipples and spread her pussy lips back, exposing her clit. Then, in time with nips of his teeth at her nipple, he flicked that sensitive nub with a finger rocking her world. Nikki was now in a haze from wine, pleasure and about to cry if someone didn’t stick his cock in her soon.

*************

Kevin was the next winner and instead of letting Nikki know it was him he decided to reach into his bag of goodies and pulled out a dildo with a vibrating head. He got in front of Nikki and pushed her back on the seat so she was reclining with her pussy wide open, exposed to everyone in the room, and waiting. He used his fingers to open her moist lips wide, slid the tip of the dildo over her clit, then slipped just the first inch or two into her.

*************

Nikki was whimpering softly, trying to keep her body still. When the thing that was in her started to vibrate she jumped a little and let out a low moan, rocking her hips forward just before the dildo was quickly pushed to the hilt into her wet pussy. Her head fell back as she almost screamed from the ecstasy that flooded her body. The big cock started pumping slowly, then faster as Nikki’s responses grew louder. She felt two men grab her wrists and two others captured her ankles, the cards forgotten, as she was driven over that edge. She came in a body racking, pussy soaking, screaming wave that had every guy there hard as rock and eager to bury himself in her tight heat.

*************

The men decided that the next hand of cards would determine the final winner, and while Nikki lay recovering from the dildo, sipping wine, that final round was played. A voice Nikki didn’t recognize said, “That’s it boys. I win the final prize. But I’ll be nice and collect it right here instead of taking her to the other room.” The speaker’s voice had slowly grown louder as he approached Nikki’s seat. Now she felt his hands slide from her ankles bakırköy travesti up her legs, over her hips, and up her sides to brush her sensitive nipples. Then he cupped her breasts and pinched one of her erect buds as his mouth latched onto the other. His other hand slipped down to slide two fingers into her still throbbing pussy.

“Mmm, just feel how hot and wet you are. Ready for me to plunder you, beautiful?”

Nikki breathed, “Oh, yes. Please…” She rocked her hips into his hand, and he put three fingers into her and spread them, stretching her sheath and making her gasp and groan. Then his hand left her and Nikki almost said something, but remembered the rules. She felt a mouth cover her pussy, and as her hips jumped up, hands grabbed her butt holding her there. She could feel his tongue probing into her heat, licking her juices and flicking over her clit. There were hands also on her breasts, squeezing, and pinching, pulling at her nipples. It was too much to bear, she screamed as she came into the mouth, and could feel him sucking and licking her juices up.

The next thing she knew she was being flipped onto her hands and knees, the cushion supporting her stomach leaving her breasts hanging free. Her wrists and ankles were once again captured and held. Nikki felt a thrill run through her at the thought of all these men watching her, more then likely all with their cocks out, all with their eyes on her. The men holding her legs spread her thighs wider, opening her up and getting her ready. Then she had the wonderful feeling of the velvety head of a dick being pressed against her pussy. She tilted her hips up, begging for more, felt hands grabbing her hips, and then a thick cock being slowly pushed into her. When the ridge of it’s head popped into her she twitched and moaned, pushing back into him, begging for more. The juices of her cunt made his full entry so smooth into her tight heat, Nikki and the man both moaned at the same time. He pulled back, inching out of her, then he slammed himself into her, making her cry out and gasp.

Then the dick left her and she could feel a dildo being slid into her pussy, pumped a few times, then it disappeared. As she felt the head of the dick slipped back into her wet sheath she felt the toy being pressed against her anus. She moaned, tossed her head back and rocked her hips making the cock and dildo slide deep into her.

As the winner of Game Night continued to pump into her she felt a hand on her chin and a thumb on her lip. She opened her mouth to suck on the thumb but got another cock. As the man behind her pounded into her it made her mouth fuck the cock in front of her. She hummed in pleasure and could feel the vibrations of her voice in the cock on her tongue.

*************

Kevin looked up from Nikki’s lips on his cock and grinned at his friend who was fucking her. His friend grinned back and pulled back his hand then slapped her ass hard leaving a red hand print instantly. She wailed against the cock in her mouth and bucked her hips up into his groin. As she was being fucked from both ends Kevin glanced around the small room at the guys he had selected. Some had known what tonight’s prize was going to be, and others he kept in the dark just so he could see their faces now. They were all gathered around his beautiful wife, cocks out and hands pumping away as they watched and listened to her moans and wails. Their eyes were glued on her body, bare ass in the air, breasts hanging over the edge of the cushion and being bounced back and forth. A cock in her pussy, toy in her ass and her lips wrapped around his dick. God he loved this woman.

*************

Nikki could feel the orgasm building, the cock in her pussy was thick and she loved the feel of him stretching her. The added pleasure of the toy in her ass made her feel every movement the man did that much more. She tilted her hips and could feel his balls slapping her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her. The dick in her mouth she knew, she loved to please her husband this way. The ridges and veins in Kevin’s shaft were well known to her, and she knew just what he liked. She lifted her chin and swirled her tongue across the bottom of his cock as the head fucked her throat. The hands on her wrists and ankles were jerking as those men were pumping their cocks watching her get fucked two ways. All this attention and the desire she felt from the room gave her this extra thrill that she had never really guessed was there to be had. She moaned against one cock as the other drove her off the edge.

*************

With Nikki’s pussy clamping on his dick the friend got a nod from Kevin and they both pounded into her hard a few more times then came almost at the same time. One pulsing into her cunt, the other exploding into her mouth, cum sliding down her throat. Kevin had a handful of her hair and groaned as she sucked every drop of cum that she could out of his body.

*************

The cock in her pussy finished its pulsing, her ass was given one more good smack and she could feel him pull out of her letting his cum and her juices run down her legs. There were moans and grunts of the men all around her as they all brought themselves to climax and she could feel cum being squirted all over her body. Hot sticky globs landing on her back, sides, ass and face.

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Clara lay in the floor of her bedroom closet wondering what in the hell was about to happen to her. The only items adorning her body was the ball gag placed securely in her mouth, the leather collar fastened around her neck and the rope which bound her hands in front of her stomach and her ankles close together.

The man who did this to her – her husband Carl – told her that she had to wait there until he and his buddies came back. It was his friend Rob’s last night as a single man and he wanted to give his friend a special treat he would never forget.

“I found your diary Clara,” Carl said as he bound Clara’s legs together. “I saw what you said about our boring sex life.”

The ball gag was keeping her from responding. She grumbled from under the plastic gag but Carl just stared at her smiling. “I read all of the kinky shit you fantasize about and it just so happens that my boys fantasize about you.”

Clara didn’t know any of this. She didn’t know that all of her husband’s friends were lusting after her. She didn’t know her husband had gotten a hold of her diary and she was a bit embarrassed that her secret fetishes were now known to someone besides herself. She was ashamed that he knew, but at the same time, she was excited. She had written dozens of fantasy stories in her journal. Which one was her husband going to help her live out?

After hours alone in the closet, she finally heard a car door shut from outside. She could hear a group of men laughing as they opened the door.

“Did you see the tits on that one girl?” she heard one man say.

“Yeah I wanted to fuck that girl so bad,” she heard her husband say.

“So where’s the stripper man?” another voice asked. “I thought you had a sexy surprise for us.”

“Oh I do,” she heard Carl say. “Check this out.”

Suddenly the closet door opened and Clara saw four, muscular men standing over her each holding a beer.

“Dude, isn’t that your wife?” said one man.

“Yeah Rob,” Carl said. “That’s my wife. I heard what you said to Tony. I heard what both of you said. How you’d love to fuck the shit out of her. Didn’t you say that?”

“Yeah, we did,” Rob said. “But I didn’t mean…”

“Come on,” Carl said. “She wants to. You should have seen some of the shit I’ve been reading in her diary.”

“Oh really,” Rob said. “Jim knows all about kinky women.”

“I don’t fuck them unless they’re kinky,” the last man said.

Carl came back to the room with a small book. Clara recognized the red cover, it was her diary. She moaned from under the ball gag, but her husband just smiled at her. “It’s okay honey,” he said. “This is some good shit.”

He opened the diary and his friends gathered around her to read it. “Let’s try this one.”

The other men took a few minutes to scan one of her stories. They looked over at her and nodded. The four men approached her and Clara’s heart raced in her chest as her husband and one of the other men lifted her to her feet. One of them picked her legs up and they carried her over to the bed, flung her down and she landed on her stomach. Rob stood in front of her face unzipping his pants and she couldn’t see behind her but she felt one hand riding up the back of her thigh, while another one squeezed her ass. The squeezing stopped and then was followed by a istanbul travesti hard smack. She felt yet another pair of fingers slither in between her thighs and they began small back and forth motions across her slippery pussy.

“Damn, you’re already wet,” she heard her husband say.

Rob had taken his pants off and was now removing the ball gag from her mouth. Before Clara could utter a word, Rob shoved his stiff hard cock right into her mouth. He grasped her head, holding it firmly as he started fucking her face. “Take that dick bitch,” he said as she lightly gagged over and over from the punishing thrusts which assaulted her face and mouth. She could feel someone untying her ankles.

“You need some more dick in that mouth,” she heard a man say.

She felt someone grab the collar around her neck and he pulled her up from the bed and forced her down to her knees in the floor. The other three men were naked as well and were standing all around her, thrusting their cocks right into her face. As Tony stuffed his sausage down her throat, she bobbed her head up and down slathering every inch of his member with her spit. As she sucked his dick, the other men continued to rub their cocks across her face. Rob was slapping her cheek with his dick and she would occasionally turn her head to suck him off for a few minutes. Then she would turn her head over to the next cock slapping her other cheek. Her husband watched as she tried her best to suck off three men at once and he decided that he was ready for a little fun. The three men lifted her up and brought her over to a hook that was hanging from the ceiling. There was a strap attached to it and they fastened her hands over her head. Her husband walked up to her. “You’re going to do whatever we tell you and you are going to let us do whatever we want to you. You got that bitch?”

“Yeah, I got it,” Clara said.

“No you don’t,” Carl swatted Clara’s ass with all of his might causing her to whimper loudly.

“That hurt,” she whined.

“I know bitch. It was supposed to hurt and I’m going to do it every time you forget to refer to us as master.”

“I’m sorry master,” she pleaded. “It won’t happen again.”

“Good,” Carl said as he grabbed her collar with one hand and he squeezed one of her tits tight with the other hand. She minced from the pain coming from her breast. “You’ve been writing about how you want to be treated rough, like a slut. I’m just fulfilling your fantasy. This is what you want, right bitch?”

“Yes master,” Clara said.

Carl pulled tighter on her collar. Clara could feel the pressure on her neck and she started having a slight problem breathing. He got right up to her ear and whispered. “Tell me that you want to be fucked like a dirty whore and you better end that sentence correctly.”

Her voice was somewhat hoarse because of the grip her husband had on the collar, but she managed to murmur it out. “I want to be fucked like a dirty whore master.”

Continuing to hold on tightly to the collar, Carl began kissing and licking the side of Clara’s face and neck. He continued squeezing one tit, as Rob sucked and licked the other. Tony was kneeled down in front of Clara as he fondled and fingered her pussy. She could feel her juice as it cascaded down his fingers. While istanbul travestileri the other men groped and fondled every inch of Clara’s body, Jim just stood in front of her admiring her frame. He simply stood and watched the whole thing go down, as he slowly stroked his dick. Clara wondered what his deal was, but she was in too much of a pleasurable state to worry about what he was doing.

Carl pulled her hands down from their restraints and tossed her on the bed again. As she landed on her back Tony straddled her head and shoved his dick in her mouth. He held her arms up over her head and he fucked her face. As his large cock thrust up and down deep inside her throat, she gagged and lightly coughed, then she noticed once again that Jim was standing alone, still stroking his cock. He looked into her eyes as she tried to take a breath and he lightly smiled. Tony was blocking her view but it was clear someone had turned his attention to her pussy. She felt a big, hard dick slide into it and pretty soon her pussy was being pounded so hard that Tony had a hard time keeping his dick in her mouth and she could feel her titties bouncing wildly across her body. She felt another hand grab one of her tits and it started stroking and slapping as she continued bouncing back and forth.

Tony took his dick out of her mouth and started rubbing her face with it. She looked up at Tony who smiled with pride. “You did a good job taking that dick. What a good little whore.”

“Thank you master,” Clara said. “I love to please my masters.”

He rubbed his dick lightly over her lips, she opened her mouth and he slid his cock back and forth across her tongue.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m ready to fuck this bitch,” Tony said as he walked over to her other end. “I’m getting underneath and fucking that pussy.”

Tony laid down and Clara laid on top of him. He slid his dick into her wet, dripping pussy and started pounding away. Carl got behind her and grasped her ass cheeks exposing her gaping asshole. Carl slowly entered her ass, as Tony continued to fuck her pussy. Soon both men were simultaneously pounding her open holes and Clara screamed and moaned mostly sounds of painful pleasure. Rob walked over in front of her and shoved his dick in her mouth. Every hole Clara had was filled with cock and she was loving every minute of it. As she was being assaulted in every hole, Clara could feel her entire body tingle and she could feel moist, flowing juices slide down and soak her thighs.

Jim was still on the sidelines, stroking his cock watching the kinky events unfold. As the three men continued to pump away at her orifices, they slowly started pulling out one at a time to release their thick, sticky cum all over her body. Rob pumped a wad of hot cum all over her face. Tony pulled out and shot over the top of her ass and Carl had shot his load across her back.

The three men collapsed beside her on the bed and all four of them struggled to catch their breath.

“That was awesome,” Clara said. “I’m so tired now.”

“You’re not done yet bitch,” Jim said. “I haven’t had my turn.”

Clara looked up and saw Jim approaching her with rope and a blind fold. Her husband smiled. “Oh yeah, we saved the best for last. Jim is istanbul travesti a really kinky bastard and I think you’ll really like him.”

Clara’s eyes got wide as Jim slapped her tit.

“Turn over bitch.”

“Yes master,” Clara quickly flipped over on her stomach and Jim pulled her arms behind her back and tied them together and then he put the blind fold over her eyes. Clara couldn’t see a thing and she suddenly felt a sharp slap along the side of her ass.

“Spread those legs whore,” she heard Jim say.

She spread her legs open exposing her throbbing pussy which continued to drip clear liquids. Jim fondled her ass, rubbed it, and then slapped it really hard.

“I’m gonna enjoy this,” he said. Clara could feel his body weight pile on top of her back and then she felt his large, thick shaft spread the walls of her pussy apart. Jim had a very thick dick and Clara screamed as he entered her. He put his hand over her mouth.

“Shut up bitch,” he yelled at her. Tony came over and fastened the ball gag across her mouth again. She moaned and yelled from underneath the gag but it was no use. She could feel her pussy stretching and contorting to accommodate Jim’s ginormous girth and she wasn’t quite sure if she was enjoying this or if she wanted him to stop. She couldn’t make him stop. Her arms were bound. Her mouth was gagged. All she could do was lay there and take it. He had complete control over her and there wasn’t a single thing she could do about it. Jim grasped her collar causing it to tighten around her neck. She couldn’t even moan anymore as the tightness around her throat made her unable to utter a word. Just as she was starting to feel a little dizzy, Jim let go of the collar and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her head down against the soft bed. She felt tinges of pain across her scalp as Jim pulled her hair with incredible force – she was surprised he didn’t rip any of it out – and he pounded away at her pussy with reckless abandon.

What she experienced with the other men was really pleasurable, but her encounter with Jim was borderline torture and the strangest part about all of this was the fact that she enjoyed her encounter with Jim more than anything else.

Jim raised up and his moaning got louder and louder until he was shooting hot, sticky cum all over Clara’s back and arms. As he unloaded, he slapped her on the ass several times and then collapsed beside her.

Carl had gone outside to tell his other friends goodnight, while Jim and Clara cleaned themselves up.

“I wish my husband would fuck me like that sometimes,” she confessed.

“Really?” Jim asked. “I’ve always been into that kind of stuff. It’s hard to find a woman who’s into it though.”

Clara began twirling her hair in her fingers. “Carl travels a lot for his job.”

“Yeah I know,” Jim said. “What are you saying?”

“I just want to make sure that isn’t the last time I get fucked like that,” Clara said as she slipped a small piece of paper into Jim’s jacket pocket. “Call me next time he’s gone…master.”

Jim smiled and lightly slapped Clara in the face. “You may not feel the same after I’m done with you bitch. I was holding back because others were watching.”

He headed for the door and he turned to speak to her again. “Besides, I know where your spare key is hidden. Do you really think I’ll be coming over here when you expect it?”

As he turned and walked out the door, Clara could feel her heart skip a beat in her chest. Her pussy tingled once more as she bit her bottom lip with anticipation. “Now that’s how a real man fucks,” she whispered to herself and smiled.

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Scene One

It had begun many years ago. This feeling that I was different. Being smaller than most of the other kids in school was just one issue. I played hard with my friends but the tussle and wrestling just supported the fear that I couldn’t keep up. I’d play with the neighborhood girls when my buddies were off to the little league field. That didn’t lead to these feelings. The spike in my curiosity was clear and afterward I was resolute. I used the CPU at the Library to research my gender alignment but I knew that I was a female in my head. A long time would pass before I could act on this decision and therefore I hid my true self from my family and friends. Getting along was trying but necessary as the daily issues piled up.

After I reached my last year in high school and passed my eighteen birthday my mom saw I was unsettled and that my personal relationships were failing. One afternoon she sat down and asked me what she could do. I looked at her and considered telling her of my anxieties.

She talked all around the issue, “Why haven’t you been to see Jon or Charlie lately?”

I gave her an excuse and she jumped to another idea in her head.

“You should ask Mary out. I can tell she likes you.”

I rode from the same school bus stop with this beautiful senior.

“She wouldn’t give me the time of day mom.”

After a half an hour I had resisted opening up to mom. Then she did it. She said something I had needed to hear. She suggested she would do anything to get me to trust her and confide my worries. I realized at that moment that I could no longer remain quiet. I just could not conceal the truth of my gender identity.

“Anything?” I asked.

Ten days later I received my first hormones and my odyssey began. The changes due to the hormones were slow but still amazing. The doctor had said that my body showed signs of ‘delayed puberty’ and she had an x-ray of my hand done and a testosterone test ordered. The x-ray was actually of my right wrist and showed that my development was behind for my age at least two years. Having her inspecting my nuts was difficult. I became aroused as she held them.

“For a person considering female hormone therapy this is like a god sent. Your body hasn’t developed normally. Your testicles are quite small for an eighteen year old.”

She did not add that my penis was small too.

On the way home Mom also suggested that I should let my hair grow and begin to dress more feminine.

“With some careful selections we can begin to change your dress style honey.”

The next day she came home in the afternoon with several bags.

“I was researching gender non-specific dressing,”

I stormed out screaming back to her, “Don’t mom!”

She dragged the bags to my room.

“The look you could achieve could be non-descript or neutral.”

Later that evening mom shared with me an anxiety she had many years earlier.

“I watched you when you were nine. I knew there was something different but I didn’t know what I should do.”

I turned to her, “Well better late then never mom.”

I hugged her and started to review what she had bought.

The freedom she supported did change me in many ways but it was not easy to contend with the people that I knew. When the comments and aggressive behavior began I didn’t have a follow-up but to just skip school. Eventually the school called and she asked me about it.

“I go to the Library and read instead of class mom. Math class is especially not easy.”

I hadn’t been to school for eight days.

“Well the school won’t allow you to do that honey.”

Going back was hard for now the bullies had more to pick on. It made it difficult for me to feel comfortable. Those seven months caused me a lot of tears and some bruises. I had only to look at the mirror to remove the anxiety that school caused. I watched as my hair reached my shoulders and my breasts came to slowly fill my bra. There was another affect of teh pills. My diet changed and my body slowly became more feminine. My waist was at twenty-five inches and my butt increased to thirty-seven inches. Up top, well I was still an A-cup at thirty-four inches.

After three months I had to visit the doctor to have a follow-up checkup. In the car ride over mom asked about the changes.

“Do you want to keep doing this?”

I looked out the window and told her, “Yes mom. I have to deal with the fact that I’m not a boy anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

I told her about my thoughts and how my penis was slightly smaller.

“And besides girls don’t have one anyway. I can deal with it.”

Each day that spring I would consider my alternatives but I didn’t feel ready or independent enough. Thankfully özbek escort graduation came and that summer I began dressing full time. The benefit of the hormones I started months ago allowed me to pass. Mom had a lawyer she knew prepare the documents to change my name and gender. In July I received my license to drive with my name, Michaela Wright, 5′-5″ 115 lbs. eyes blue, and dark blonde hair.

In the fall I began studying History at the nearby college. I was a new girl to my classmates since most of the students from my high school were studying elsewhere. During the second week of classes I ran into one of the bullies.

“Look who we have here boys!”

He was a big guy from my old school math class and he had two friends with him. I just ignore him as he hurdled insults toward me.

“Faggie little girl!”

Others nearby heard the nasty things they said as they followed me across the courtyard but the students just went about their business. After following me through two of the science assembly buildings and across a street they left me.

I saw the monster once or twice a week and he never failed to embarrass me in front of the other students. I wondered if I could ever have a normal life as a girl. At least he saw me as a female. That was some progress.

I was still living with mom so I would drive to the college. The parking lot was quite large. One evening in early November I walked to the car unaware of any danger. One of the bully’s friends was waiting hidden by another vehicle.

He jumped up and frightened me. I actually pee my pants a little.

“So just because I know about you does mean I can’t like you a little right Mic?”

I had the key in the car door lock but the door was still shut.

“My name is Michaela and I don’t think it’s a good idea. I don’t need that kind of attention. Please just leave me alone.”

He stepped closer and put his hand on the closed door of my car.

“I won’t be like him Mic.”

This guy was a big and I was wearing a dress and slightly heeled shoes. He towered over me.

“Please, just leave me be,” I asked.

He slowly reached to grab my arm but I moved a step back and pulled my handbag tight to my chest.

“Those little tits real?” he asked.

I had left the key in the lock and now he opened the door.

“Let’s get in the back Mic. I want you to suck me off.”

The thought of him repulsed me and I moved backward away from my car further. He had the back door open.

“Come on, I won’t tell anybody that you’re a cock sucker. Come on Mic.”

Just then two other students came near and I called out.

“He’s trying to molest me!” I called out.

The unnamed man heard and saw the tall guy standing close to me and he turned toward my car.

My assailant spoke quickly but quietly, “Okay Mic. Quiet down I was just having some fun.”

I watched him skip away as the girl and her boyfriend came nearer.

“Are you okay Miss?”

The following Thursday I had a night class and though I was parked quite closed to the classroom he had prepared. When I opened the car door I failed to see him in the back seat. A moment later he had jumped to the passenger seat and gagged me.

“I just want to be with you Mic.”

His violence seemed quickly to pass yet I shook in terror. It was after nine and dark and though there were lights the area I had parked was between them. I hadn’t considered the need to park near the tall lights.

He was actually speaking softly and was non-aggressive but still I was scared. It was late and there were few cars remaining in the large lot.

I looked down as he pushed my dress up to my hips and pushed aside my panty. I wasn’t wear hose’. His hands held my arms.

“Your little dick seems to be having trouble but I’ll get you to cum Mic.”

I watched as he bent down and took my limp penis into his mouth. Though I tried to restrain my excitement I slowly become semi-hard.

“Yeah little girl. I like that you have this in your panties.”

His hands were now beneath my bra and I moaned through the gag as he played with my nipples. I realized that he had released my arms and my hands went to his head, holding his mouth on my penis. I pulled the gag out and tossed it down.

“No one has ever done this to me. Oh dear, “

A moment later I shot a small load into his mouth.

I was panting from the release but I wanted nothing to do with him.

“I’ll call Campus Security if you don’t leave now.” I had found my phone in my bag.

He smiled as I began to dial 911 and I saw a bit of semen on his lips. He seemed content and moved to lean against the passenger door.

“Don’t you want to taste mine?”

I was disgusted thinking of what I had allowed him to do. I opened my door and stood. I looked around for some help.

“Listen get out and I won’t scream. You can hear there are others close.

“Ahh Mic, just look at this.”

He had his jeans azeri escort open and his penis exposed.

“Get out before I scream.”

He smiled as he turned and saw the group coming closer.

“Mic, I got what I wanted. You’ll come around and ask for more I’m sure,” and he got out of the side door.

I jump in and started the car. I could only move forward and away so as the group was now behind me I slowly left. He waved and blew a kiss. I turned and drove home.

I saw him later the next week in my large lecture class as well as in the halls but he curiously remained distance. I realized he was protecting himself rather than pushing me. I did not want his attention. I was only attracted to the girls in my classes not the men. He didn’t want to be seen with me.

One afternoon later that semester I received a note from my biology lecturer Ms. Sumner.

‘ please see me after class Michaela ‘

I walked to the front of the room as the other students left and she smiled as I approached. I had a frown on my face because he was still in the room.

“That’s what I wanted to talk with you about. I’ve seen him staring at you and wanted to offer to have a counselor speak with him.”

I said it was under control but she asked me to come with her to her office.

Once the door was closed Ms. Sumner moved quite quickly to my side as I placed my bag on the desk. I turned and she reached toward me. Her hand ran slowly over my bottom as the left one reached to my chin and she kissed me. Her warm tongue opened my mouth and she played with me.

“I’ve been hoping to kiss you since September Michaela.”

Her hand was caressing my bottom through my skirt.

I returned her kiss and her soft tongue was rolling with mine. The lovely touch of a woman was new to me. I was still a virgin having never entered a girl. Now I considered my life as a woman. Her loving was pbeautiful and I relaxed into her arms as we kissed for several minutes.

“Ohh dear, Ms. ”

I weakly tired to push back and breathe but her kisses continued as her hands pulled my blouse out from my skirt. She was adept at this fast seduction for her finger now slipped the clasp of my bra loose as her fingers tweeted my nipples.

I paused her tongue.

“But Miss Sumner I need to explain, ” but her kiss stopped me again.

It felt amazing to be with her but I wanted to tell her of my gender shift. Then the door swung open and he stood there with his camera in his hand.

The moment was done. I was being held and kissed by my teacher.

He spoke with a chuckle.

“I wonder how you’ll explain this Ms. Sumner.”

He closed the door slowly behind himself as he stepped inside the small office.

“Has Mic here told you that she has a dick?”

I tried to fix my blouse as he said this and I saw her face contort.

“A what?”

Ms. Sumner moved me aside and started toward him.

“Ah, no no, Ms. Sumner. I have a picture and your position is at risk. Michaela here is really a boy aren’t you Mic?”

I was crying softly as she turned back to me. She looked in total shock.

“That, that can’t be you selfish prick, get out of my office now!”

I saw that he might try and ruin her career so I reached to her as I told her the truth.

“I, I am,” I hesitated a moment,

“I was a boy but I am no longer Cheryl. I’m transitioning. I don’t want him to report you.”

He snickered, “Cheryl, on a first name basis. My recording is still running.”

I felt trapped in the small space and he was threatening my new lover, my female lover. I decided to protect her.

“Let me go with him Cheryl. I’ll make certain he destroys the image and recording.”

She came to my side and held me briefly before I moved passed toward the door.

“Is it true? You have a penis Michaela?”

She said this, as she was now right next to me.

I turned and spoke softly, “Yes but I need to attend to him now Ms. Sumner or he may ruin everything.”

I took his hand and walked him out the office and down the hall. As I lead him to a corner I realized what I had to do.

“Look, you can’t do this to me, to her. I can’t allow you to. I want you to give me the phone.”

“Why would I do as you want Mic?”

I had decided to get the damn phone at any cost so I reached toward him and cup his cock.

“Because you want me to suck you off that’s why.”

I bent to one knee as he considered his phone. He looked at me and I licked my lips. I moved slowly down, onto my knees.

With my hand on his zipper I forced a smile up to his eyes.

“Well big boy give me the phone.” I extended my hand toward him.

He handed it to me while I pulled the zip of his jeans down. I saw the out-of-focus image and quickly deleted it. I then reached into his pants to grasp the first penis in my life other then my own as I flipped the recording to erase it.

“I’ll just check to confirm it’s clear,” kazank escort I said as I looked at his hard dick bouncing near my nose.

I considered that I might be able to get away now that the evidence was no longer on his phone but I was in a comprising position.

I hadn’t thought of sucking a cock. But some girls suck dick. Way before I began my hormone therapy I was attracted only to girls. Now I had to put up or possibly take a beating.

My mouth opened as I closed my eyes and he pushed is penis into my open mouth. I felt it my tongue and then the back near the opening of my throat.

“Hey Mic, watch the teeth,” he said softly without menace.

At that moment I could have just bit him but something else occurred. I realized that I liked the control I held over him. The feeling of his penis, the head and the smooth shaft was slipping slowly in and out. I wasn’t aroused but there was a strong sense of power over him doing the act. Fellating him was better than I could have imagined. He had brought me off almost a month ago and I needed to defend Cheryl now for I wanted her to kiss me again.

I was on my bare knees on the cool stone and allowed him to fuck my mouth. Like most guys though he lasted only a minute before he shot into my throat. The taste of semen was new to me. Its saltiness was okay. I might not need to shallow any cum for the rest of my life but I did that day. His load was not large and I held him within my mouth to protect my makeup.

“Wow Mic, that was just awesome. I knew you’d be back. I hope you loved my juice.”

I stood and straighten my skirt, picked up my bag and walked away without looking to his face. I left him watching my ass. I felt amazing and feminine having given my first blowjob. Turning the corner I saw Cheryl.

As I approached the office she pulled her door closed she said, ” Let’s go for a drink.”

At my car she suggested that I drive.

“You did something quite special for me Michaela. I heard the whole thing. In fact I slipped close enough to snap a picture. We don’t know if he’ll try anything else but this may come in handy.”

I saw the picture as I glance quickly. I was licking his cock while on one knee; my skirt touching the floor and concealing one of my heels. My eyes were closed in the picture.

“It’s actually pretty erotic,” she said as her hand moved to touch my shoulder.

“I was surprised by your news but I’m still attracted to you Michaela.”

I drove along but my head was somewhere else. Having Cheryl near was good though.

Scene Two

The event in the darken parking lot and Cheryl’s office had made me realized that I had to accept that I needed a change. I completed my first semester of college and then left home. The trauma of dealing with my friends and acquaintances was too hard. I tried of explaining myself but I felt like a target for a group of boys who had known me for almost twenty years and now considered me theirs to abuse.

In late December I moved across the state to a larger town where I knew no one and could have a fresh start. I wanted to keep close with Cheryl but she was now three hours away.

It was my mom who thought it would help me.

“You have developed quite well Michaela. These months have been a trying time but the changes to your appearance due to the medicine, “

I smirked and interrupted her, “Those pills are important but its not medicine mom.”

“But the affect is still clear. You will not have trouble with someone thinking you’re transitioning Mic. Your hair looks beautiful and full and you’ve learned to move and speak like a girl, ahh, I meant like a woman during these passed few months.”

She called me Mic instead of Michaela around the house. Her sister’s daughter was named Makayla and she shortened my new name.

“I am just saying, oh never mind.”

She was exasperated with me but she went to her room a minute. Returning with a small purse she extended it to me.

“I did save some money. I anticipated that you would choose to move away and the three thousand dollars should be helpful.”

The population of Akron was almost a quarter of a million and it was only forty minutes from the City. My first job interviews went well but after waiting a week I decided to take the job I was offered. I had wanted the job in the women’s section of the department store because of the employee discount they offered. The lady whom interviewed me suggested that something might open up but in two months. I had to accept the alternative.

The Big-box retailer didn’t pay as well but they didn’t ask many questions and they needed me to start immediately. I worked mostly the evening shift from three until closing at ten. I liked the work but I was on the floor most of the time. I was near petite but the job required some lifting. Moving the boxes wasn’t difficult due to the lifts the store used.

After a few weeks at the store the assistant manager made a pass at me. As he pushed me down to my knees in the back room I simply told him that I was a virgin. I didn’t want to have sex with him and looking at this second dick was revolting.

“A what?” he gasped.

He pulled me up from my knees and apologized.

“I had just assumed that you were another runaway with some sexual history!”

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