s New Roman">My daddy is 63.  He’s a very active, young minded man and though he’s been married for many years and he should be enjoying his children and his grand children, his only daughter moved across country a few years ago with her family and with an invalid wife at home he it seems he was looking for a surrogate ….. or two….too. 

 

On this particular day, daddy and I had decided that we would go shopping and then we’d have a nice lunch at a little restaurant just out of the way so that we could talk more about the things that brought us together in the first place – my missing my dad, and him missing his daughter. 

 

The first store we went to was a book store.  We’d been talking about some books that he would like to read and decided that we’d pick up the books on our next outing.  While in the box store/book store I headed towards one of my favorite sections, that with the more “adult” themed books.

 

Daddy found the books he’d been looking for much more quickly than I’d expected and so he went looking for me in the big store.  He snuck up behind me, only to find me reading the inside cover of a book that spoke extensively about sex in the senior years.  I’d been caught read handed, and was I every red-faced!

 

I quickly put the book back, trying to hide the blush on my face, and we headed towards the cash so that he could pay for his purchases.  Once outside of the store daddy looked at me and asked the question that I both dreaded and dreamed of.  “Is there more that you’re hoping for from me, than a father/daughter relationship?  I couldn’t help but notice the book you were reading.”

 

“Um, well.”  I had a huge lump in my throat and I didn’t quite know what to say.  “Yes daddy”, was all that I could manage, barely in a whisper.

 

To my surprise he flashed a rather wicked grin and without missing a beat he said, “You’ve been a bit naughty now, haven’t you?” and he gave my fanny a firm swat as we walked across the parking lot towards his car.

 

I was stunned and thrilled all at the same time.  I’d hoped that I could develop this relationship to the point where I could ask him if he’d be interested in me sexually, but I didn’t anticipate it moving quite this quickly.  I could feel myself moisten and knew that my nipples had become very hard against the fabric of my bra.

 

Once in the car with the door closed, he turned to look at me and said that there was another store he’d like to go to before we went to lunch, not saying anything else about the book or the swat.  As we drove to our next destination in silence I began to wonder if maybe I’d misunderstood his spanking and the look on his face until I saw what was to be our destination coming into view. 

 

He pulled the car around the side of the building.  It was a rather non-descript, one-story building with a small sign on the top and no windows, but it was a store I knew instantly to be an Adult novelty and movie store, the kind that is tucked away into industrial areas, just far enough away from the schools and more reputable places in town.

 

As daddy got out of the car and walked around to my side, to let me out, I took a deep breath.  I was aware that I was, again, feeling the same electric sensations between my legs that I had when he swatted my bum about 20 minutes earlier.  I stepped out of the car and daddy took me firmly by the arm, leading me towards the store.

 

Inside the store, once my eyes had adjusted to the dimmer lighting, I soon noticed that this store was very well stocked.  There were movies to suite all preferences; they lined racks that ran along the back and entire right wall of the store.  There was also a large area of magazines; they were along the whole left wall of the store.  Along the front was the cash and a small office area, and through the middle of the store, split into two areas, was one section that contained all varieties of toys and sexual implements, and another that had a wide variety of sexy clothing, shoes, lingerie and costumes. 

 

Like a kid in a candy store, my eyes opened wide as I took it all in.  Daddy turned to me and said “show daddy what you like honey.”

 

I didn’t need a lot of encouragement but I didn’t know where to start.  I settled on the center of the store and migrated towards the clothes.  There was a very sexy peek-a-boo bra and panty set in aubergine (a very sexy shade of purple) that first caught my eyes.  The bra was underwire, soft lace and deeply scalloped so that the wearer’s nipples would peek through. The panties were high-cut, covering the ass fully rather than providing a silly piece of floss to cut unattractively between the cheeks.  The front was “cut away” with a deep inverted “V” leaving the wearer’s pussy fully exposed.  Daddy smiled at my taste.  I turned towards the next rack to see what goodies it held and he scooped up the sexy twin set.  There were some really wonderful things, but none held my gaze as long as the panty set which daddy was still holding onto.

 

Across the center aisle was a large toy section and daddy, holding me by my elbow, guided me towards the selection.  All sizes and shapes of dildos and plugs, clamps and pumps.  There were even fake pussies and asses which daddy lingered at a while.  Daddy picked up a rather happy looking jelly toy.  It had a large dildo end, quite thick and long and it also had a smaller protrusion that was like bunny ears (for my clit, he mentioned).  It had a base that controlled the thrust speed and vibration.  In addition to the toy, daddy picked up some leather restraints, a belt and a beaded jelly butt plug, about 8” in length.  He told me that “bad little girls need some discipline”, adding that “I’m just the one to give it to you.”  Hearing this caused my pussy to throb and pulse – I was in trouble, to be sure.

 

He motioned towards a door way that I hadn’t noticed, it lead to what I thought were change rooms.  It seemed that Daddy wanted to make sure that my new bra and panties fit before we bought them.

 

As we walked through the door I soon realized that it was not an ordinary change room. This room was larger; it had a door that ran from floor to ceiling and a lock on the door.  It also had a deep bench that ran along the entire length of the wall, about 6” long.  Across from the bench was what looked to be a video monitor and a control panel and a slot to accept coins or tokens.  It was a private video booth.

 

Daddy instructed me to change into the lingerie and he watched very closely as I slipped out of my own clothes and into the very revealing panties and bra.  As I started my striptease, daddy dropped several coins into the coin box, made a video selection and the screen flashed to life, but neither of us was watching it.

 

Seemingly pleased with my selection and how they fit, daddy adjusted himself in his pants – it seems that he’d become somewhat aroused and his stiffening cock needed to be repositioned in his pants.

 

Next, he had me turn away from him, facing towards the bench, and bend over. He pulled the panty to the side, revealing more of my full ass as he reminded me that naughty girls needed discipline.  He told me that I would, later, thank him later for being so strict.  With that, he took the belt and began to snap it against the soft flesh of my full ass cheeks.  It stung at first, and I whimpered as he continued my punishment.

 

After no less than 20 swats with the belt, 10 on each cheek, daddy started to gently caress the now pink flesh.  Softly at first, he simply smoothed his hands over the pink areas.  Soon though his caresses turned to pinches and kneading and his hands roamed well past the area that had been strapped moments earlier.

 

His fingers found the open area between my legs and were quick to detect that my pussy was already soaked.  “You little slut”.  “Daddy’s little slut liked that, didn’t she?”.  “Maybe my little slut would like daddy to eat her sweet wet pussy now?” 

 

“Mmmmmmm, yes please daddy.”  I said, nearly breathless.

 

Daddy turned me around and sat me down on the bench – my back in the corner, one leg bent up and resting against the wall, and my other leg hanging over the edge of the bench.  Daddy quickly lay down along the length of the bench, his mouth coming to rest firmly on my completely engorged pussy.

 

Alternating between long deep licks which start deep inside me and run to the tip of my swollen clit and sucking on my bud, daddy was quickly bringing me to the point of climax.  Moments later, my pussy started to spasm, my orgasm ripping through me, daddy tongue pushed deep in my pussy to drink in all my liquid.  He lay there between my legs for the next few minutes, his tongue probing me deeply, and his lips working my clit, bringing me two more intense orgasms, before he left his seat at my banquet table and sat up to look at the woman who now sat across from him.

 

In a matter of an hour, from the time we had arrived at the book store, till now, I had gone from my ‘father’s’ daughter to his lover – and I couldn’t be any more thrilled.

 

Daddy took my face in his hands and smiled.  “Now, be a good girl, and suck your daddy’s cock.”, “Suck me like the good little slut that I know you are.”  With that, daddy stood up and undid the belt and fly of his pants.  They fell to the ground around his ankles, along with his shorts and what I saw would have impressed any woman.

 

There was my 63 year old daddy’s cock, right before my eyes.  It had become quite worked up through my striptease and modeling of the lingerie, and fortified by all the nutrients of daddy’s last meal – me.

 

Daddy’s cock isn’t terribly long, average really – about 6” long, but what impressed me was that it was wonderfully thick and incredibly hard.  Daddy’s proud of his cock and he keeps it nice and tidy – uncut as it is, it was sweet smelling and the area around the cock and his balls were baby-bottom smooth – turns out daddy likes to shave.

 

As he stood in front of me, I eagerly took the head of his cock into my mouth and was thrilled to find that, beneath his foreskin, he’d begun to leak a sweet gooey precum.  The tip of my tongue worked between the foreskin and the head of his cock to lick away every sweet drop.

 

Daddy moaned softly.  “Daddy love’s his little girl’s mouth”.  “I knew from the first moment that I saw you that I would love the way you sucked my cock.”

 

His words surprised me.  I didn’t know that he’d been thinking about me in this way too – but I was really pleased he had, as it was exactly what I needed and wanted.

 

“Keep sucking daddy, sweetheart.”  He said as he took my head in his hands and guided himself fully into my mouth.  “You’re such a good girl to your daddy.”

 

As I continued to suck daddy, he reached down and took my tits into his hands.  Playing with my nipples – he twisted and rolled them between his fingers and thumb.  “Daddy love’s your tits.  I need to suck on them sweetheart.  May I?”

 

Who was I to argue.  I was getting exactly what I wanted.  Daddy was showing me the affection that I’d been starved for, for all these years.  “Yes, please, daddy.” I say, between slurps of his manhood.

 

Daddy pulled his cock from my lips and helped me to lay back on the bench – which now appeared much more like a bed – and he lay beside me, pulling my fleshy tits from my bra and sucking my already hard nipples into his mouth.

 

I could feel my passion and need growing again as he continued with my nipples.  One hand twisting gently at a nipple, while he sucked firmly on the other.  As if sensing my need, or in response to his own need, he moved his position, now laying between my legs. 

 

I could feel the firmness of his cock against the inside of my thigh, which caused me to spread my legs a bit more.  Daddy took this cue and moved himself up against my pussy – the crotchless panties showing just how well they suited this activity.  He lifted his mouth from my nipple and looked into my eyes.  Without exchanging a word, but knowing what each other needed, he pushed forward and I arched towards him, my pussy accepting his cock as he drove its length fully into me.

 

Daddy paused once his pelvis came to rest against mine.  He looked at me and said thank you.  He, it turns out, had not fucked a woman in over 10 years, since his wife took ill and it became physically impossible for them to be intimate.

 

Then he began the rhythmic grind that years of experience taught him – a bit slow and clumsy at first, but shortly he found the rhythm that suited each of us and we began the deep, slow fuck that can only be experienced and enjoyed with an older man.  The patience of lovemaking with an older man who knows well how to please his lover, and his stamina and endurance unequaled by that of my husband – many years his junior - impressed me.

 

He kept his eyes on mine all the while – seemingly reading my thoughts – responding to each of my body’s movements.

 

As he interpreted the increase in my breathing to mean my growing pleasure, he picked up his pace and increased the intensity of each of his strokes.  Each time his pelvis met mine, my swollen clit was ground by the rocking of his belly against me and his low hanging balls slapped my ass.

 

I was loving this old man’s fucking.  He was giving me pleasure like nothing I’d experienced in many years.  My own growing pleasure was becoming undeniable.  “Fuck me daddy, fuck me hard” I begged him, knowing that if he could keep his cock nice and hard and continue his piston action for another couple of minutes that I would be experiencing an explosive orgasm.

 

“Daddy’s going to keep fucking his little girl” was his reply.  “You’re going to get a load of daddy’s cum deep in your pussy very soon sweetheart, so cum for me.”

 

I grabbed his ass and pulled him hard against me with each of his strokes, my orgasm now imminent.  He growled in my ear, as he slammed his cock hard and deep into me again and again “cum for daddy, come on slut, cum all over my cock, cum before I fill you with my seed.”  The steady stream of very dirty talk continued for the next couple of minutes as we both worked ourselves into a wild and frenzied fuck till I finally let a deep moan escape my lips and my orgasm tore through me. “Daddy, I’m cumming” I cried out.  My pussy was squeezing and spasming and poor daddy could not control himself any longer and he gave a soft cry as he drove his dick deep into me releasing stream after stream of his cum.  “Yes baby, daddy’s cumming too, daddy’s filling you with his cum sweetheart.”

 

After a few moments of laying still, feeling his cock still jerking and spurting in my pussy, daddy pulled himself out and smiled.

 

He sat up and looked lovingly at the site before him.  There I was, laying there with my legs spread wide, his cum dripping from my pussy.

 

“Hmmmmmm” he said, “that looks wonderful.”

 

He kneeled down between my legs and licked up much of his cum that had been leaking from me.  “MMMmmmmm, tastes very good.” He said

 

He sat up again and looked at the packages that had been sitting at the end of the bench.  “We’ll put these to use some time soon – but not right now.”  He stood up and offered me his hand, helping me up too.

 

We dressed and stepped out of the booth/change room, just as the video shut off and made our way to the cash to pay for all of our goodies.

 

“Thank you daddy” I said to him, kissing him on the cheek and rubbing him through his pants, as the clerk rang in our purchased.  You could see by the look on the clerk’s face that he knew exactly what we’d been doing and he didn’t quite know how to respond to me calling this man daddy (though I’m sure he’s seen and heard much more). 

 

As we headed to the car, daddy took my hand and into his hand and promised that after lunch we’d find a use for the rest of our purchases….. but that is another story …

ll part of the effort to keep costs low.

The nurse/receptionist was an older woman who accepted my completed forms with a motherly but professional smile. After scanning the completed forms, she said, "Ok, Mrs. Richardson, since this is your first visit here, you'll need a little orientation." Still smiling, she stood up and indicated I should follow her through the door behind her desk. The door opened upon a hallway bare of adornment except for cheap carpeting. She led me to a room at the end of the hallway which contained a few folding chairs, some hooks on the walls and a small cabinet. She turned to to me with a professional smile.

"Now then, " she said. "You'll find we do things a bit differently from what you may be used to. Dr. Sahid does everything possible to reduce costs while providing first rate medical care. Other medical practices spend too much on frills which cater to patients' immature and outdated concerns about modesty. You'll find you'll get comfortable with his approach very quickly."

I doubted that. I was ALREADY uncomfortable.

She continued, obviously repeating a speech she'd delivered many times before, "For example, this is the room where you'll disrobe. You can hang your clothes on the hook by one of the stools. When the doctor is ready to see you, you'll be paged through the speaker." She gestured towards a speaker in the ceiling.

I was getting nervous. "Uh, where are the gowns kept?"

She laughed, waving a hand in a dismissive gesture. "Oh my, we don't bother with those! Just a needless expense. We're all adults here, aren't we? And the human body is nothing to be ashamed of, now is it?"

"Well, no, but I...." I began to stammer.

"Good, good!" the nurse said. "Glad you understand. Some of those silly younger women actually get all upset with our methods! But they're always surprised how soon they get comfortable. Now, just take your clothes off and I'll check your vitals."

At 42, I wasn't one of those "younger women" but I still doubted I'd get used to to this lack of privacy. But there was no one else there so I decided I'd try it this once. I started removing my clothes and trying to make them all stay on one hook. I smiled a bit sheepishly and I guess I blushed a little as I took off my bra and panties.

"There, there dear," she grinned. "Nothing to be embarrassed about!" She opened the small cabinet and pulled out a tray with a stethoscope, digital thermometer, and sphigmo-whatever (that thing they take blood pressure readings with) and indicated I should sit on one of the chairs. It was cold on my bare butt.

She went through all the routine checks with regular expressions of "Hmmm, very good." I decided it wasn't THAT bad sitting there naked, but still wished for one of those dumb little gowns that never stay closed in the back. I couldn't help keeping my hands folded in my lap, positioned to at least partially hide my bush.

The nurse finished her checks and patted my bare shoulder. "You seem just fine, dear. The doctor will be with you in a few minutes." With that, she disappeared out the doorway and down the hall. I noticed that there was no door on the room.

This is just too weird, I thought sitting there. What if I have to go to the bathroom? I probably have to go pee out in the parking lot.

I guess it was nerves, but the mental imagery from that last thought made me start to giggle like one of my female students. I actually jumped when the speaker in the ceiling came to life, announcing "Mrs. Richardson, please come down the hall to office number three!" It was a male voice which instantly brought back my feelings of embarrassment and exposure.

I stood up and took a very deep breath. Walking over to the doorway, I peered down the hall. It was deserted. Reminding myself that they saw naked people here all the time, I squared my shoulders and walked down the hall and found office number three. I noticed my palm was perspiring as I turned the doorknob. I stepped into the office.

A slim man wearing the obligatory white coat sat behind a simple metal desk. He appeared to be Arab or Asian Indian. He wore glasses. Grinning, he looked up at me. "Ah, Mrs Richardson!" he said jovially, "Please, come in, sit down!" There wasn't a trace of an accent.

He looked me straight in the eye without even a glance down at my naked body. I was expecting him to at least LOOK at my breasts and bush as I entered. I had an odd feeling. Was it disappointment? The sense that I was just another naked woman? Feeling confused, I sat down, crossed my legs, and folded my hands in my lap again.

He earnestly studied my paperwork. "Ah, good. All your vitals look fine! Well, no surprise, you seem to be in good condition." For the first time, he looked at my body, smiling. I smiled back weakly, determined to be an adult and not flinch under his gaze. "Well," I laughed nervously, "The belly and the butt still need work."

He grinned even broader. "At your age, with two kids, a little rounding here and there is normal." He leaned back, looked at me with his perpetual smile and said, "So...How's your pussy?"

I literally almost fell off the chair. But then suddenly, unable to help it, I burst out laughing. He laughed too.

"I always do that on the first visit," he said. "Breaks the tension."

It certainly did. It was a few moments before I could stop laughing. Finally I said,smiling, "My pussy is fine I think". I was starting to like this guy.

"As long as you don't mind, I will use common language between us, " he said. "A lot of medical terminology just interferes with good communication." I nodded as he continued. "That fold of skin beneath the hair between your legs might be called a vagina, but you and I both know it's a cunt. And what your husband puts in it is called a cock." I couldn't helping laughing a little again. This guy might be a nut, but I was becoming relaxed. I became aware that my legs were now slightly parted and my hands were on the arms on the chair. He gave me a pleased smile.

"I think we're going to get along fine, Jane," He said, addressing me by my first name. I didn't mind. " Since this is your first visit. I'll need to ask you a lot of questions, many of which you might consider quite personal, but I like to know the total person, Ok?" I nodded.

"Ok, then, How often do you have sex?"

"Once a week," I answered too quickly. "No, actually about twice a month."

"Is that often enough for you?"

I shrugged. "We've been married for twenty years. It slows down I guess."

He frowned slightly. "Do you usually orgasm during sex?"

"Sometimes, not always" I answered honestly.

"Then how often do you masturbate?"

I've never even told my husband I did THAT. I glanced away. "Couple times a week. Sometimes more often."

"Good!" he smiled. "Just with your hand? Or do you use something?"

My face burned. I was blushing. "Usually my hand. But...well..I.."

"It's OK," he comforted. "Just us here. No need to be embarrassed."

"I..well..I've used a cucumber." I looked up at the ceiling. "Oh, you'll think I'm weird, but our bed has these posts that stick up with a knob on the ends...."

"...And you hump them." he finished for me. I nodded. He smiled and made a note. "Nothing wrong with that."

"How big is your husband's cock when it's hard?"

I held my hands about six inches apart.

"Do you wish it was bigger?"

I sighed. "Frankly, yes. It..well..just doesn't reach as far in as I'd like"

"Ever had a larger one?"

"No!" I was lying and he knew it. He said nothing, looking a me with a small smile.

I sighed again. "I'm sorry, yes. But it wasn't something I went looking for. Three years ago, there were layoffs coming at the school district. One of the administators said he could fix it so I wouldn't be laid off..."

"If you gave him sex?"

"Yes, " I said. "In his office after school. It's not something I'm proud of...the way he had me bend over his desk with my skirt up to my hips."

"He was large?"

"Huge" I nodded, indicating nine or ten inches with my hands.

"Did you come?"

I nodded sheepishly."Yes. I-I didn't want him to stop...I even let him go..you know..up my rear."

"Had you experienced anal intercourse before?"

"No, my husband is pretty conservative about anything but typical intercourse and..well..oral sex"

"So you do suck his cock?" he smiled.

I had to laugh again at his bluntness. "Yes. More often than we have intercour...more often than we fuck" I slipped into the vernacular too. It felt good, more open. I get tired of being the constrained, prim and proper school teacher.

He closed the folder. "That's enough questions for now, Jane. Just hop on the examining table and lie down on your back." He smiled. "Put your feet in the stirrups. I'm sure you know the routine."

I did know the routine, which is why I looked around. "Isn't a nurse coming in during the exam?"

"Oh no," he said casually. "That's a needless expense for additional personnel. Also, I think it interferes with the communication and trust between us."

As I stood up, I became embarrassed. The conversation about my sex life had had an unexpected effect. The hair in my crotch was slightly wet and I knew my clitoris was at full attention.

"Uh, Doctor," I said shyly. "Maybe we..uh..should wait a couple minutes." He glanced at my nipples and smiled. I looked down. They were half the size they had been. I blushed.

"Just because you're a little aroused?" he chided gently. "You wouldn't be the first woman I've seen in that condition."

I nodded, trying to smile, and got up on the table and laid down. I scooted down and he helped the calves of my legs find the stirrups. The position opened the lips of my pussy and the cool feeling within them confirmed that I was wet. I blushed again.

I stared at the ceiling as he began. He joked while he looked at the exterior of my pussy.

"Oh yes, your clit is standing up to say hello!"

I stopped blushing and even managed a small laugh.

I inhaled sharply as one, then two of his fingers went in. He withdrew them, then entered me again using three fingers. He did the usual probing and wiggling inside me as well as gently thumping my bush from the outside with his other hand. (I always wondered why doctors did that.) I was relaxing again. I didn't mind his exam. In fact, it felt kind of nice.

The fingers withdrew and moved down. I tried to relax my buttocks as much as possible. A finger went up my anus and my hips moved upward slightly. "Ok, just relax" he said quietly. Then he went up my rear with two, then three fingers. I breathed a soft "Oh!" without meaning to. My clit got that funny "buzzy" feeling it sometimes does.

He withdrew and I felt nothing for awhile. "Everything OK?" I asked.

For the first time, he sounded a little tense. "Oh yes, fine. But perhaps I might need to take a little break here."

A little concerned, I propped myself up on my elbows to look at him. He quickly turned his back to me, but not quite quickly enough. I'd seen the large bulge in the front of his pants.

He knew I'd seen it. "Sorry, but it happens. Doctors are human too."

I quickly laid back down and stared at the ceiling, not sure what to do or say.

Finally, I managed to say, "It's Ok, I understand." I even managed a nervous joke. "Not the first one I've seen."

"Just continue, Doctor" I said. "It's ok"

He said nothing and continued the exam. I heard him sigh. Then he said, "Excuse me, but its not comfortable. You know..the pressure." I heard a zipper, then a rustle of clothing. "Ok,..better" he said.

Knowing he was exposed made me nervous but didn't frighten me. I tried not to think how close his erect penis was to my open crotch.

"How often does...well...this happen?" I asked, not knowing what else to say.

"Oh, every once in a while," he said trying to sound casual. Then a small laugh. "I think the nurse always knows why I go directly to the men's room after some exams."

"To jack off?" I hadn't meant to say it out loud, it just came out.

"Uh..well, yes"

"So after we're done, you'll go jack off about me?" I heard myself say.

"Yes, sorry."

"It's OK. I've had two students tell me that" I laughed.

"That they jacked off about you?" he asked. "How did you feel about that?"

"Honestly? I wanted to  watch, " I answered with  a weird boldness. "After one boy said that, I never made it home. I had to shove my hand down my panties and masturbate in the car on a side street."

"Really?...My!" he said in a slightly hoarse voice.

My clitoris was no longer buzzing, it was throbbing. He must have been able to see it bounce in time to my pounding heart. I bit my lip, tried to stay in control by thinking of something else....anything else.

"You have to now, don't you?" he asked quietly.

I closed my eyes tightly. "Yes"

While my mind told me I'd gone nuts, my hand moved down my tummy on it's own, ignoring the part of my brain telling it to stop.

I sighed as I cupped and squeezed the furry hump of my pussy, moving my hand down enough to catch my swollen clit between my fingers. I started the familiar squeezing and pulling motion, using my fingers and the lips of my pussy to massage my clitoris. I was masturbating in front of a man I'd just met and it felt deliciously dirty and wonderful. What would my stuffy husband think if he knew? I gasped out a laugh.

I came explosively, seeing colored lights behind my closed eyelids. My hips bucked and squirmed. I know I squirted a little.

I went limp, one arm hanging limply over the side of the table. I was breathing heavily, nearly panting.

"Oh my..Oh my" was all he seemed able to say.

I struggled up on my elbows again. I needed to see it. I stared.

His fly was open. Out of it jutted a penis I didn't think could be real. Ten or eleven inches of manhood as thick as my wrist. A glistening droplet clung to the tip. "My God!" I gasped.

The sensible part of my brain was shoved into a small corner by animal lust. I laid back down and said quietly, "Don't go to the men's room. Please!" I scooted down until my butt was nearly off the edge of the table. This made my legs point almost straight up.

He entered me too gently. The head stretched me. "More!" I said through my teeth. "Push it in! All of it!" He grunted and impaled me, pushing his total length up my cunt. Yes, it hurt at first, but I reveled even in that. The pressure made me fart and I think I might have peed on him a little, but I was not embarrassed. I was weirdly proud of feeling his balls bump my buns. I'd taken all of him!

He had barely begun pumpimg me when I came the first time, gasping and groaning. A woman was moaning "Fuck me! Fuck me!" and, through a hot fog, I realized it was me.

He said something about my bouncing tits and I felt him groping them, thumbing and tweaking the nipples. I arched my back to give him better access.

I came again as his fingers were rammed up my ass. I tried to gasp out my appreciation but could only manage an animal like grunt. I did hear him say, "I'm going to finish in there!" I was sure he'd kill me if he sodomized me and I didn't care....I'd happily die that way.

He suddenly pulled out of me and I felt so empty. Limp and groggy, I felt myself being dragged off the examination table and laid on my stomach on the floor. I spread my legs and raised my hips to open my buns. My fingers clawed the carpeting in fear and eager anticipation. I felt his weight on my back and something that seemed the size of a fence post pressing against my asshole. I felt it start to open and the huge head of his cock entering me. The pressure was incredible.

I must have passed out momentarily. Suddenly I felt his cock so far inside me that it seemed about to come out of my mouth. My anus felt like an over extended rubber band around his shaft. He fit in me too tightly to pump at first. Then he yanked me up on my hands and knees. That seemed to open me just enough and the pumping began, slowly at first, but then faster. My breasts bounced and swung beneath me. I peed down my leg and didn't care as something like a continous orgasm began. I dropped onto my elbows.

Just before I collapsed completely, I felt myself being flooded with warmth. He groaned and his hips jerked, giving me short, brutal thrusts. I fell over on my side, feeling his cock jerk out of my asshole. His cum poured out across my left buttock and I passed out again.

I awoke in a moment, lying on my back. He was kneeling over me, straddling my ribs and holding his penis in one hand. "I didn't quite finish" he said simply. I  understood. I opened my mouth. He pushed as much of his cock in my mouth as he could without gagging me. Then he leaned further forward and, supporting himself with his arms, he began fucking my face. I knew where that penis had just been. I didn't care. I sucked him greedily, swallowing most of his last spurts as some of it ran out of the corners of my mouth. At last he finished and got up and went to his desk.

I guess he spoke into an intercom. "Hi, Mary? I'm finished with Mrs. Richardson. Will you come in and help her please?" I was only slightly surprised. It had become pretty plain I wasn't the only patient this had happened to.

Nurse Mary came in and looked at me. She shook her head. "You know, this really backs up the schedule when you work one over this much." The doctor shrugged. "It was her first time and I thought she needed it." I couldn't really disagree with that.

The nurse helped me to my feet and sort of propped me up against the exam table as she expertly cleaned me up. "Where did he shoot his load dear, up your ass?" I nodded weakly and she bent me over the table and shoved something up my ass. I was later to discover it was a butt plug. "That'll keep you from leaking cum into your panties," she assured me. When I was finally able to walk on my own, she said, "When you get down to the dressing room, tell the girls there to come on down."

My knees were still wobbly and I had to touch the wall as I walked down the hall. I was in for one last surprise when I reached the dressing room.

Sitting on two of the chairs were a woman about my age and a petite teenage girl who looked very familiar. Both of them were nude. The girl looked up at me and her jaw dropped.

"Mom! That's Mrs. Richardson!" she exclaimed. "I had her last year for history at school!"

The girl was shocked at my appearance. My hair was a mess and my cunt hung open. It was pretty obvious what had happened to me. Of course, there was also the butt plug.

Her mother didn't even seem surprised. "First visit?" she asked. I nodded. "This is Emily's first time here," she continued."I've been seeing Dr. Sahid for a few years now." I looked at the line of Emily's cunt visible through her sparse pubic hair and thought of the doctor's huge penis. "Think she's ready?" I asked. They both stood up and the woman said, "Oh yes...the doctor specifically asked that she come in just before her sixteenth birthday." Then they both went down the hall, their buns bouncing in unison. I got dressed and left.

I happened to see Emily in the hall at school a few days later. She avoided making eye contact with me and I noticed she walked with a limp. I took her aside and whispered in her ear, "Try sitting in a hot bath for a while. It'll make it feel better!" She simply nodded and went on to her next class. As I watched her walk away, I thought of my own daughter who was just Emily's age....

rst time ever I remember getting an erection. I don’t think she noticed my little stiffy, but I knew then that I was fascinated by not only the touch but also the feel of nylons.

By the time I was in my teens I had a full-blown nylon fetish, by now women were wearing pantyhose instead of stockings but I still loved nylon encased legs. I had quite a collection of nylons most of which I got when Mom or my sister discarded theirs; I would wait until no one noticed then take them out of the bin. I was also wearing nylons a lot when no one was around or I was in bed and masturbated while wearing a pair of pantyhose and then placing a nylon on my cock. One of my favourite pastimes was visiting my Aunt Mary, she was a single mom who lived alone with two daughters, and they all wore pantyhose. While my sister was playing with the two girls I would rummage in their bins for discarded hose and rifle their laundry basket. Then one day I got caught.

I was 15 and Abegail, my eldest cousin was 18, and she was the one that caught me. The three girls had supposedly gone shopping with Aunt Mary, leaving me to my carnal pantyhose pleasures while they were gone. What I didn’t know was that Abby had left the others to return home, feigning a stomach upset. But I found out later that she suspected I was tampering with her lingerie and she intended to catch me. She told me later that she had noticed stains on her pantyhose when she washed them and as she was 18 and sexually active, she had good idea what those stains were. I was by this time, oblivious to the world, hiding in their bathroom wearing a pair of sheer pantyhose and stroking myself through the sheer nylon gusset. Abegail burst through the door and shouted "I knew it, you pervert, I knew you were wanking in my lingerie, you fucking little pervert". I was so scared and embarrassed; here I was standing in her bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of her pantyhose and a hard-on, which by now was quickly deflating. I lost control of my legs and sat down heavily on the toilet seat.

"You fucking Nancy boy" she said, "wait until I tell your mom, my mom, your sister, every fucking one that you’re a Nancy-boy, pantyhose wearing, pervert!" I was so scared and started begging her, "please Abby, don’t tell anyone, I’ll do anything you say, I’ll stop doing this, I promise!" I was a pathetic sight standing in front of her naked, grovelling to her. She was standing over me fully dressed, she was wearing a cute little purple mini-skirt, white blouse and platform heels (this was the 70s remember) and of course, beige pantyhose (beige and white were the mainstay of 70s hosiery). "You bet you’ll do anything ‘pantyboy’" she said, "You’ll do whatever I fucking well say or everyone will know about your little pantyhose perversion!" By now the initial shock had worn off and couldn’t help noticing her legs showing nicely below her mini, she had one foot forward and her hands on her hips in a dominating pose, she was a little chubby but had nice legs and a pretty face. Of course her standing like that with her silken hose covered legs at eye level had an obvious effect on my penis. Abby had never particularly liked me and had teased me a lot when I was younger, her being three years older she was always dominant, now she noticed my gradually stiffening penis. "You fucking freak, you can’t help yourself can you?" she said pointing at my nylon-covered appendage, "well now that horrible thing is sticking out, you humiliation starts now pantyboy". "Stand up pantyboy" she said, "lets see what that pathetic little dicky looks like". I knew Abby had had a few boyfriends and guessed she was no stranger to male anatomy, and I definitely knew she was certainly not going to miss the chance to humiliate as much as she could, but standing there, her tight sheer pantyhose encasing my lower body, and her being fully dressed somehow excited me.

I stood up and my now erect penis was pushing out the gusset of the hose, there was a small pool of clear pre-come forming at the end of my penis and soaking into the nylon. "Well you are the panty-boy, aren’t you, now I know why those stains were appearing my pantyhose every time you visited, you disgusting little pervert. Go on, show me what you do when your wearing my nylons." I stammered, "what do you mean?" "You know what I mean pantyboy, wank that disgusting little cock!" She started to laugh as I took my cock in my hand and started to stroke it through the nylon, "you really are pathetic you know" she said, "I’ll bet you’ve never even been with a girl before have you!" "No" I answered looking down at my pathetic nylon covered toes, tears were starting to form in my eyes and I didn’t want her to see me cry. She stepped forward and lifted my chin, "stop that you pathetic pantyboy, I don’t want you simmering away, now stroke that fucking cock! Show me what you do in my hose or the whole world will know!"

I put everything else out of my mind and just stared at the little purple mini and her thighs below the hem. I started to stroke my hosed member again. It started to feel nice and I could feel really myself engorge at the thrill of what I was doing, wanking off in front of Abby. I have to admit it was a fantasy I had had previously when I masturbated while wearing her pantyhose. I stroked it faster, rubbing the sleek nylon gusset against my turgid member and staring at her legs, imagining my cock rubbing against them. "You fucking pervert!" she hissed, "your really enjoying that aren’t you! Well I’ll put a stop to that!" She reached out and slapped my hand away from my cock. "Leave it alone pantyboy" she said, I looked down again at my toes, humiliated again. "Don’t look down, look at me! And leave that alone!" she said pointing to my hard cock poking out the front of her pantyhose. Its disgusting she said and all of a sudden reached out and grabbed it to make her point. It was too much, I was close to coming before, but the feel of a girl’s hand holding my cock while it was encased in sheer nylon was a sensory overload. I shuddered and groaned as I spent my seed. The ejaculation pulsed out of my throbbing penis and poured through the nylon gusset into Abby’s hand.

Abbey of course was disgusted and wiped her hand on my body, covering me with my own semen. "Now fuck off out of here pantyboy," she said, "and never touch my underwear ever again". I heard her mocking laughter as I ran down the hall the bedroom in which I was staying. To say I was terrified was an understatement; I was so scared she would tell everyone about my perversion. Days, then weeks passed and nothing happened. Whenever I met Abbey she would snigger at me but never bought up the day she caught me. I wondered why she had the ultimate degradation to inflict on me but didn’t. Then it dawned on me, she was older that me, she had humiliated me, she should have known better and more importantly, what she did to me was wrong.

It was then I hatched my plan. Next time we visited Aunt Mary, I confronted Abbey in her bedroom "what do you want pantyboy" she sneered. I told her what I had been thinking about what happened "well what the fuck you going to do about it pantyboy, you can’t tell anyone otherwise they will know you are a pervert". I was really angry now and answered "I am going to tell mom, she wont care about what I was doing, just what you did to me, your older and should know better, she will tell your mom for sure!" I could see she was starting to sweat, her bluff had been called. "Please don’t tell" she said, "I’m sorry, I take back what I did." Not good enough I said as my plan formulated further in my mind. "You have to be punished for humiliating me," I said. "Whhhhhhhhhat do u mean?" Abbey looked flabbergasted. "You have to make it up to me" I said, "or I just leave right now and tell mom and Aunt Mary what happened!" "Ok, ok, ok" she said cutting me off as I headed for the door, she closed the door and locked it. "What do you want from me?" she asked. "Well’ I said, "I know that you have had boy friends so I figure you must know all about sex." She looked shocked "so!" she said. "Well now your going to let me do some things to you that you have probably done before anyway, so you shouldn’t mind" I grinned evilly at her. "No fucking way!" she exclaimed. "Ok then" I said and started to unlock the door. "Alright!" she sighed disgustedly. "Sit on the bed and don’t say another word" I said, "now its time for to pay". She sat demurely on the edge of the bed. She was wearing another A-line mini, white this time, a pink blouse, platform shoes, and of course, my favourite beige pantyhose. I sat down beside her and placed my hand on her knee, the nylon felt silky against my fingers and immediately began to stiffen. I stroked her leg up and down from the top of her thigh to her ankle. She just sat there and stared up at the ceiling, enduring my molestation. She stiffened as I my hand went under her skirt and rested on her silky nylon panties. They were full cut sheer white nylon. Her hand went on mine and tried to push me away, "Mom" I yelled, but not loud enough for anyone outside the room to hear. She understood the threat and took her hand away. Now I stroked her through her panties, feeling the nylon of the panties rubbing on the nylon of her pantyhose gusset was making me extremely aroused. I noticed her breathing was deeper and quicker and her eyes were closed. I eased my hand down to my shorts and freed my erect member. I leaned over and began to rub it on her pantyhosed leg as I continued to stroke her panties. We were now both breathing deeply and heavily and I could feel her panties becoming moist to my touch. I was so excited, the first time I touched a girl there and she was enjoying it, even if she was being forced to do so. I gently pushed her back on the bed and climbed over her, she whimpered "nhhoo", but her heart wasn’t in it. I pushed her skirt up to her waist and lay on top of her. My throbbing penis was pushing against the nylon of her panties and as I began to grind it back and forth, I felt it rubbing against her panty and pantyhose covered pussy. Amazingly she began to push back against me, matching my thrusts with her own. I put my hand down and moved her panty crotch to one side and tried to push my member through the hose; "NO, NO, NO, NO!" she whispered in my ear, "you cant do that, you can’t fuck me". She reached down and placed my penis in the folds of her pussy, but still protected by the sheer nylon of her pantyhose, then she eased the silky gusset of her panties over the top of my penis. It was exquisite, my penis in a nylon trap, the sheer hose covering her pussy was pushing against the base of my penis and the silky gusset of her panties was pushing against the top of it as we thrust against each other. We ground against each other, panting and sighing, but I felt myself ready to come. She felt it as well and wrapped her nylon-encased legs around me and held me to her as she pushed her silky gusseted pussy against my penis. Then she kissed me thrusting her tongue deeply inside my mouth as I exploded against my cousin. I could feel my semen saturating her pantyhosed pussy and legs and soaking her panties. She was pushing against me so hard and she groaned "Goooooooooooodddd" into my mouth as she was kissing me and shuddering with her own orgasm.

I enjoyed Abbey’s pleasure many times over the next few months; she always kept her pantyhose on to prevent me from entering her. She explained that, as I wasn’t actually fucking her, in her mind, we were not really breaking a family taboo. We were exploring new ways to pleasure ourselves, she knew I loved the feel of nylon against my cock because she had caught me wearing her pantyhose. So it did not take long before I was wearing her pantyhose during our ‘sessions’. One day she had me wear a pair of her nylon panties over sheer to the waist pantyhose whilst she was dressed the same. The feeling of our highly aroused sexual organs rubbing together encased in folds of nylon from the panties, straining against the sheer nylon gussets of the pantyhose was wondrous.

But then as suddenly as our sexual encounters started they came to a screaming halt. It did not take too long for 18 year old Abegail to acquire a new boyfriend, a new jealous boyfriend. Besides the fact that she now hardly had any spare time at all when I visited, she explained to me that if we continued what we were doing she would be cheating on him. Also she said she believed what we doing was very close to incest; she could not continue our sessions any longer but had enjoyed what we had done in the past. She asked me not to be jealous of her boyfriend but to remember fondly our lovely encounters. Abbey gave me two pairs of her pantyhose and a pair of her sheerest panties as a ‘farewell present’.

My passion for nylons and nylon panties continued on through my teens and into my twenties. I still wore pantyhose and whenever possible nylon panties to bed and to masturbate. I liked to wrap a sheer stocking around my cock whenever I wanked. I managed to get myself girlfriends, (always girls that wore pantyhose often), lose my virginity, and on the odd occasion find a girl that would share my nylon fetish. A couple of my girlfriends let me fuck them while they still wore their stockings or pantyhose and one girlfriend I had when I was 25 would let me wear pantyhose as well.

One afternoon my girlfriend Eileen and I were in the bedroom of my flat lying on the bed. I had my hand under her skirt, stroking her pantyhosed thighs. My hand would wonder across her crotch, pushing against her nylon encased mound; she was moaning and pushing against my hand. "That feels so good" she whispered. "I know" I said, "I just love the feel of nylon against me too". She giggled, "go on then – get dressed, I know you want too". I quickly discarded my clothes and slipped on a pair of sheer pantyhose. Eileen was hip to my fetish by now and we had often fucked whilst both wearing hose. Her hand slipped up my nylon legs and lightly caressed my balls. I was in heaven as I maintained my pressure on her silken clad mound. I pushed her back on the bed; she looked magnificent, fully clothed with her red miniskirt hiked up around her waist, sheer taupe pantyhose, white nylon panties, and red high heels. I climbed on her and ground my hard member against her mound. My cock and balls encased in the fabric of my pantyhose was rubbing against her pussy covered in the sheer nylon of her pantyhose and panties. I reached down and with my fingernail I made a small hole in the front of my pantyhose and let my dick poke through. I now had my cock rubbing and pushing into her pussy. I could feel her outer pussy lips against my cock head through the nylon of her hose and panties. I again reached down and this time made a small hole in the gusset of her pantyhose. "Oh Dear! I ruin more nylons this way" she giggled and wrapped her sheer nyloned legs around by back as my penis pushed aside the fabric of her panties and slid into her. I was so excited and was already close to coming. "You really do love nylons don’t you darling" she whispered in my ear as she thrust up against me slowly. "Oh my God yes" I whimpered, on the verge of orgasm. "I have an idea," she said, and to my despair she eased me out of her glistening pussy. "What are you doing" I begged. "I’m so close." Again she giggled and to my surprise she reached over to the bedside table and dipped her hand into the drawer where I kept my pantyhose, stockings, and panties. She drew out a sheer nylon stocking and to my utter amazement and delight, slipped it over my hard penis. She slowly stroked my throbbing member through the nylon of the sheer stocking. "Christ I’m going to come!" I shouted. "Not yet" she whispered into my ear as she slid back under me and positioned my stocking encased member against the entry to her soaking pussy. She then pushed slowly but firmly against me, sliding the nylon covered cock into her cunt. I was in heaven. Her hot wet pussy was gripping my stocking covered cock like a silken glove. At the same time my pantyhosed balls and legs were rubbing against her pantyhosed legs and sheer pantied arse. I couldn’t hold it any longer; I exploded deep inside her. Needless to say I married Eileen.

ing with me as I write. I am mixed heriatage, some black, some Chinese, some French, some white and some of a little of everything else I guess. I am 38DDD with slender hips and waist ad my hips are 36. I have the olive skin of my Asian side and eyes also. My lips are full and my hair is long and black. My nipples are very big and dark. Teresa loves them and will do all I want to play with them if I let her. They are small compared to her 44EEE chest which she sows off all the time. I wear clothes that do not really show me off but they do make me look good. I have been told I look like Jordan Sparks from American Idol but I think I do not.

Well, anyway, Steve and I were gone for he night at a friend's home and came home the next day. Teresa was there with 4 men, all fucking her hard and deep and rough. She likes that kind of sex. We sat down and were watching and one came over to me but Steve and I let them know we were not playing and we kept out clothes on us. The house is out in the country here in North East Georgia and so we can, if we want to, walk around outside naked if we like which we do sometimes. Like I said, Steve and I stayed dressed and watched the men with Teresa. After over an hour she was still needing to be fucked and kept on playing with them to get them hard and soon they were all soft.

As we had drove up we saw a trailer on the back of a pick up truck and it was the kind that they take animals to the farm in. Finally one of the men got up and took Teresa by the arms and tied her hands together in front of her. She looked like she was ready for soe really hot sex and said, "Now what?" she was laughing. "Time for you to get the fucking of your life lady, let's go." We all got up and walked out to the trailer. There was a horse in it and he was beautiful, Chestnut brown and short. I don't know what kind he is since I do not have this in my memory but he was beautiful. The men kept her there and one went to the other truck and got out some stuff. They said later it was the mating rack(?) I think. I was set up so that a female hourse would be in it and the male could mate with her. Teresa was obviously really scared but hot too. She let them lead her in and tie her in the rack. THey fixed everything up and put something from a container on her bottom. They led the horse in and he started getting excited and he was making all kinds of noise.

They made Teresa so she was bent over and her legs wide apart and led the horse to her. He got up on the rack and got close to her ass and his cock was huge. He was trying to get on her and then one of the men put his cock that was growing against Teresa pussy, spreading it open. The horse took over from there and drove into her suddenly making her scream out. Steve started to go to get it off her but then she bagan screaming different. "Oh damn yes, fill up my cunt, fill it up. Every time the horse went into her he got bigger and he was all in her and fucking her hard. "Oh yeh, fuck the mare, fuck her good, come on stud, fill me up." she kept yelling over and over again. Then the horse began cumming in her. She was having orgasm after orgasm and moving against his huge cock until he finally wanted to get down off her. She was all streached out and cum was gushing out of her but she told the men, "Untie me, I need more." They did and she got next to the horse that had cum all over his cock and began licking him. She managed to get some of him into her mouth and was massaging him.

The horse began getting excited again and she was now under him, licking and sucking all she could get. "Get him in me again" she told the men and she got on the rack again and they put him up there again and she was again full of horse cock. THis time the whole cock, which was over 12 inches and thick, disappeared into her pussy. She was wild as she got fucked again by the horse. Again he filled her with his cum and she was going crazy again. He got down and she got under him again and cleaned him with her mouth and rubber him all over her titties. The men had to help her into the house cause she was so weak from the horse fucking her. They laid her on the couch and she had her hands in her pussy since it was streached out so much. She took handful of horse cum and licked her hands clean and then did it again and again.

She looked up and said, "I think I have a profession as a hooker, don't you?" Steve looked at her, "Maybe as a adult star with anything that has a cock." She will not leave my tits alone now and soon Steve will be here to find us both naked here. When he gets here she is going out to the truck stop near here and fuck all night. Steve and I wil make love. See you all later.

Love

Lynn

XXX-Women



Profile 6: How Toilette Got Her Name



"Toilette"



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 WARNING!!!WARNING!!!WARNING!!!WARNING!!!WARNING!!!WARNING!!!

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     This is THE most perverted story I have EVER written (so

far!).  It covers many topics, F/F, D/S. Humil, WS, Scat and a

few things that I don't think even HAVE abbreviations.  However,

it does NOT have incest, pedo, S&M or snuff.  It IS extremely

scatological, however.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!  If you don't like the sounds of this,

don't read it.



by: Scatwoman@aol.com

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     "Bitch!

How DARE you disobey me?!" The sudden admonition
from her mistress startled Toilette.
"Mistress Ilsa- what do you mean? What have I done?!" she
pleaded, approaching her mistress on her hands and knees.
"Cunt, you mean you don't even remember my orders?!"
"No, Mistress, I...I..."
"Come here," Ilsa seemed to be seeming with fury.
"But-" Toilette pleaded tentatively, a sob forming in her
throat in anticipation of her Mistress's anger even as her cunt
began to get wet for the very same reason.
"HERE!!!" yelled Ilsa, stomping her high-heeled mid-thigh
black patent leather boot on the metal floor with a loud clang.
"Yes, Mistress," she sputtered nervously as she scuttled
over to her dominatrix. The bigger woman proceeded to grasp he
by her hair, Ignoring her protests of pain and slapped her
briskly three times across the face, completely stunning her
slave. She immediately shoved the girl's face between her legs
and pressed her open mouth roughly against her bared labia.
Taken by surprise, Toilette assumed that her Mistress wanted her to
eat her out again (as her usual punishment goes) and began to
lick Ilsa's cunt in earnest.
"I ordered you to clean my bathroom. Now, since you
'forgot' to do so, I figure a sufficient punishment would be for
YOU to be my bathroom until I can get ANOTHER of my slaves to do
this task. Understood, whore?!"
"Yms, Mrsstrrs," Toilette managed to mumble from between
Ilsa's legs.
"Good, now, lick my feet. I have had a long day, and my
feet really smell, so make sure you give them a good cleaning."
With that, she pulled Toilette from her sopping cunt and shoved her
down to the floor.
"Y-yes, M-Milady," the stench of her mistress's sweaty feet
disgusted her but the idea of being forced to degrade herself in
this way turned her on enough for her to overcome her revulsion.
She began by licking the top of her mistress's right foot, where
the sweat was the least pungent.
"No, bitch, the bottom!" Yelled Ilsa as she pulled her foot
from the young girl's grasp and spanked her with her riding crop.
Toilette let out a loud startled yelp and rolled over on her
backside to protect it from further abuse. Ilsa used this
opening to stick her filthy big toe in her slave's mouth, "Suck
it, whore! Suck all the filthy shit off it!"
After a brief moment of shock and revulsion, Toilette did just
that, and with vigor once she realized that her Mistress must
have planned this scenario- no one's feet get that dirty unless
on purpose. She definitely detected a foul taste on the woman's
feet, and it wasn't just toejam.
"Mmm, yeah, that's good. You know, I can't believe that
even in space, if I take a short barefoot walk through the park,
you just can't avoid stepping in some animal's shit!"
"Urrmgh!" Toilette was no longer very turned on by her
Mistress's preparations.
"Shut up, whore, just be happy i didn't bring the whole
thing back here for you to eat! There are worse things than
having to suck MY toes, cunt!"
Toilette couldn't think of any but she had enough faith in her
Mistress's ingenuity to continue her chore obediantly. Soon, she
had thouroughly cleaded both of her Mistress's feet and had the
nastiest taste in her mouth.
"Good, good, but as I said, I've had a long hard day," (It
mainly consisted of raping the hell out of all of her "personal
servants") "and I feel all gross and sweaty. Now, since my
shower is in no shape for usage, you'll just have to cleanse me
youself. You may begin with my armpits." Again, she lifted the
smaller girl up by her hair and shoved her face in her ranchy
armpit.
Toilette was revolted by the salty taste, but at least it
wasn't as bad as the feet, so she quickly and competantly did as
she was told. Soon she had completed the task her Mistress had
demanded of her. She was ready to get some rest, this punishment
session was going on a bit long. But to her surprise, as soon as
she finished licking up the last drop of her mistress's sweat,
the woman pulled her head back and placed her face over Toilette's.
"Say ahhhhh..." Obsequiously, the girl did, completely
perplexed by this new torment. It's meaning became horribly
clear, however when she heard the odd snorting sound her Mistress
was making followed quickly by the sickening feel of slime-
covered chunks of snot dropping into her mouth and coating her
tongue. They slid slowly down her tongue like snails into the
back of her mouth, right on the opening to her throat. The
disgusting feeling made her gag uncontollably.
"Barf and that's fifty strokes with the cat o' nine tails,
bitch!"
Toilette hated the feel of the tart snots, but she hated the
pain of her Mistress's whip more, so she controlled herself as
best she could, the only sign of her discomfort being a slow
stream of hot tears running down her cheek. Ilsa continued the
disgusting ritual for few more minutes, thouroughly disposing
all the mucus in her nasal passage. When Toilette had swollowed
what seemed to her to be mouthfuls of snot, Ilsa stopped and
ordered the slavegirl to suck and lick each of her nostrils in
turn in order to insure their cleanliness. This was a fairly
easy task for her since most of the offensive material had
already been sent to her stomach.
"Good, very good, you dirty little piece of shit! Now-"
Ilsa roughly dropped the girl to her knees with her riding crop
and once again shoved the girl's face between her legs.
Finally, thought Toilette, she would make her mistress cum and
the session would be over. With that thought in mind, she ate
her Mistess's cunt with renewed ferver.
"Now, my little toilette, I am You are going to drink my
piss."
"Hrrrm?!!" Toilette began to panic.
"yes, and if you spill ANY of it, I may decide that I have
to take a SHIT too!"
"Nrm! Nrm!" the little slave pleaded.
"Well, then, swallow fast, bitch!" And with that, Ilsa let
a slow stream of hot yellow piss pour into Toilette's tiny mouth,
making sure she kept it at a slow enough rate for her to swallow,
at least for now. She planned to savor this perverse moment,
making this prepubescent little slut drink her hot foul piss made
her hotter than hell! She'd have to be careful not to cum before
she was finished pissing!
"You like my piss, cunt?"
"Mrr-glurp-ack," Toilette had to catch herself as she almost
spilled some of the tangy hot urine.
"I can't hear you, you fuckin' little tramp! DO YOU LIKE MY
PISS?!" she slapped Toilette's head, almost making her spill it,
"Answer me, whore!"
"Yss, Mrstrss!!" She managed to spurt out between gulps, her
mouth half filled with dark yellow fluid, and rising rapidly- she
had to take a large gulp that was a little to big and made her
gag- but she still didn't spill any- she wouldn't dare disappoint
her Mistress like that! She was revolted by the taste of her
Mistress' piss, but she knew better thatn to tell the truth.
"Liar!" Ilsa cut off the flow.
"No, Mistress, No!!" Toilette pleaded cringing from the blow
she knew must be coming.
"Yes! How DARE you contradict me!? I saw you gag! Well,
we'll see how much you love your Mistress' piss- If you REALLY
loved it, you wouldn't miss a drop, would you?"
"No, Madame," Toilette didn't like where this was going...
With that, Ilsa shoved the little bitch's face back in her
twat and let go full force- the piss filled the startled little
girl's mouth, and though she pressed her face to the older
woman's cunt as ahrd as she could and desperately grabbed her
Mistress' ass trying to pull it even closer, she simply could not
swallow any faster. Hot yellow piss ran out of her mouth and
down her chin and neck, staining her small white breasts and made
its way down to her almost hairless blonde crotch-which was
aldready dripping with perverse excitment.
About a good thirty second or so later, the stream trickled
to an end, Toilette could swear she must have drank a gallon of her
Mistress' piss- where the fuck had it all come from? She must
really have prepared for this one, she thought. There was a
distinct hint of alcohol in the unusually stong-smelling piss.
She could feel her body was drenched in it and there was a small
pool formed about her knees which were hurting from kneeling so
much. In an attempt to appease her Mistress and make up for the
spillage, she licked the cunt before her clean of the nasty piss
and then proceeded to eat her out the way she knew she liked it
best. Ilsa moaned with pleasure but then suddenly pulled away.
"Bitch!!! You don't DESERVE to lick my cunt! Look at that
mess!" Toilette bent down and licked and sucked up the small pool
of piss from the dirty floor which had an odd metallic taste.
She thought that this was what her Mistress wanted of her, but
Ilsa had a much more severe punishment planned for her little
slave.
"Look at you, you're nothing but a little piece of shit!"
Gasping from the strain of sucking up the piss, Toilette
responded,"Yes, Mistress," she knew always to agree with her
Mistress whenever she was supposed to speak- this usually eased
the punishment. But Ilsa was being unusally nasty today.
"Say it! Tell me how much of a piece of shit you are,
cunt!"
"Yes, Mistress! I am zee worst piece off sheet!"
"What kind?!"
"Zee worst!"
"How? What's the worst?"
"Zee beegeest, smellieest, steeckieest piece of sheet!"
Toilette was overemphasizing the phrase, like a little girl
describing her favorite thing in the world. She knew well that
her Mistress demands enthusiasm, or else!
"And how do you taste?"
"W- What?" This one caught Toilette completely by surpise.
"HOW DO YOU TASTE, YOU FILTHY PIECE OF SHIT!?"
"I....I don't know..." she had no idea how she was supposed
to answer her. A great apprehension began to build up inside
her- an uncertainty of what her Mistress would do next that both
frightened and thrilled her.
"Well, then, time to find out, after all, you ARE what you
eat!" She pushed Toilette back so that her buttocks rested on her
heels and then squated over her face, her throbbing anus poised
directly over Toilette's mouth.
"Mistress, please-NO!" she began to plead, tears streaming
down her piss-stained face. She had NOT expected these sessions
to go this far.
"What?!" Ilsa yelled and spun around, quickly slapped her
twice briskly across the face,"Who is in charge?!"
"Y-you are, I'm sorry..." The stinging pain of the blows
reminded her what her Mistress was capable of.
"I TOLD you that if you spilled ANY of my piss, you would
have to eat my shit, too! Or had you forgotten, my little slut?"
Toilette hadn't forgotten, but she had thought it was an empty
threat. She'll know better than to make that mistake next time.
"Now," she continued as she placed her asshole directly on
Toilette's lips which were quivering with fear,"Show me how much
you want my shit, spread my cheeks and lick my ass." Toilette
proceeded to do so, overcoming the vaguely offensive smell that
she knew would be increased a hundred fold soon. And when Ilsa
moaned in pleasure, she redoubled her efforts in spite of
herself- nothing turned her on more than pleasing her Mistress.
"Oooo...good, now shove that naughty little french tongue of
yours in there- tongue-fuck my ass! Suck it, talk to it, make
LOVE to my fuckin' ass!"
"Oh, yes, I love your ass" Lick "I LOVE it!"-Lick-Suck-Kiss-
Kiss-
"Now- tell me how much you want me to shit in your mouth,
you dirty little bitch!"
"Yes, please! Shit in my mouth- PLEASE!" Toilette knew she'd
better play along- but some small perverse part of her really DID
want her Mistress' shit!
"No." This shocked the hell out of her, and now that it was
being denied it, she wanted it even more- that small part of her
took over and all sense was lost to perverse lust-
"PLEASE! I want it!"
"No, whore, you don't deserve it." She began to walk away."
"PLEASE! MISTRESS! NO! I REALLY want it!" she scrambled
over to her Mistress' feet and grabbed her ass and licked, sucked
and kissed it voraciously-"PLEASE, GOD, OH PLEASE!" she sighed
with lust-filled breath.
"Good." Ilsa violently grabbed the little french girl's
forehead and sat down on her face and let loose a long wet fart
that splattered on Toilette's face who hungrily licked her beloved
Mistress' ass and devoured the first bits of Ilsa's load. The
vile smell she once despised was now the biggest turn-on in the
World! Then Ilsa let loose the first sticky, wet smelly soft
shit right in Toilette's mouth. Toilette was surprised at first and
her first instinct was to pull away but Ilsa's firm grip on her
head made this impossible. She tasted the shit with her tongue,
but before she could decide whether or not she could stomache it,
the brown slimy thing was forcing its way deeper into her mouth!
To avaoid choking, she began chewing it, spreading its taste
around her mouth. She had to swallow in spite of her natural
urges to barf which she managed to supress for the moment. The
excess shit gathered about her lips and on her chin. She tried
to shove it back in her mouth with her fingers, but some of it
still dropped onto the floor. Once she finished the first piece,
she began licking her Mistress' ass clean, but when she stuck her
shit-and-piss-stained tongue up her ass, she tasted the tip of
ANOTHER piece! This one came out much faster, it was softer and
tasted even more stongly like foul dogshit! This one was bigger
and she had to swallow without chewing in order not to spill much
of it. She squished into smaller pieces with her tongue and
gulped down piece after piece of the raunchy shit. After that
piece, she felt Ilsa's asshole dialate and a HUGE solid shit with
yellowish-green streaks and peanut-looking things in it began to
emerge! It smelled worse than a stablefull of horseshit and must
have been two inches wide and a foot long! Toilette
chewed and chewed and swalloed as much as fast as she could- she
gagged on a particularly large piece of it and half-barfed,
filling her mouth with regurgitated shit, hald decomposed by her
own acidic fluids! Ilsa seemed ignorant of Toilette's plight and
the shit kept on coming, forcing some of the barf out of Toilette's
bulging mouth and onto the floor. Toilette had no chopice but to
force herself to swallow her own vomit and continue eating the
rest of the shit which was getting wider now that she was
apporaching the middle of it. The last six inches of it seemed
to last forever and she thought she'd suffocate if this didn't
end soon- some of the shit-barf had made it up into her nose and
clogged it up. Ilsa's anus finally contracted on the end of the
shit and Toilette munched and gulped until she had the whole thing
in her mouth. Before she even started to chew the tremendous
mouthful of shit, she opened her mouth and gasped a deep breath
air, but all she got was foul-smelling fart, and just as she was
about to finish her intake, a large stream of diarrhea exploded
out of Ilsa's ass and right into her mouth! Toilette was shocked
and glued her mouth to her Mistress' asshole in an attempt to
drink it all down as she finished off the remnants of that last
collossal shit. The diarrhea went down much easier even though
it was inundated with shit-chunks. However, it was flowing so
stongly that she couldn't stop it from spilling over, no matter
how tightly she sealed her lips to her Mistress' anus. It ran
down her chin even as she swallowed vigorously for all she was
worth! The diarrhea was amazingly foul and tasted of piss and
sperm- undoubtedly her mistress had been fucked up the ass and
given direct piss enemas to prepare for this little session. All
this preparation made Toilette feel extremely special and she
swallowed the disgusting anal treat with renewed appreciation.
About this time, she was feeling very full and was farting
uncontollably. To her surprise, she herself let a long, soft
shit out and it dropped right between her feet just as a hot
stream of piss broke from her clit and splattered all over
herself and the floor. The relief was heaven and she swallowed
down the viscous diarrhea voraciously. Unfortunately, and to her
disappointment, the flood of diarrhea finally ended with a few
long, wet farts and there was no more to come. There was still
some of that last chunk in her mouth and quite a bit of diarrhea
when Ilsa suddenly pulled away before Toilette could finish what
was in her mouth and properly lick her Mistress' asshole clean-
mIlsa quickly spun around and grabbed Toilette by the hair with one
hand and pulled her head all the way back into a position that
made it impossible to swallow- she looked crazed with horniness.
Toilette moved to clean off her mouth and chin, but before she
could, Ilsa stopped her verbally.
"No! Don't touch it!" She looked at the mess on the floor
and suctioned up a large amount of hers and Toilette's piss with a
turkey baster she usually used for enemas. "You've got to clean
up after yourself, little piggy!" Ilsa squirted the piss into
Toilette's mouth and she found that she could swallow the piss in
small amounts, even in this position. She did so as Ilsa sucked
up the more of the piss and squirted it into her mouth. Finally,
all the piss had been sucked up and Toilette still had about half a
mouthful left to go when Ilsa feverently commanded her: "Don't
Swallow! Don't Swallow!"- Ilsa then picked up heaping handful
after handful of the shit debris and shoved it in Toilette's mouth,
including Toilette's own shit! Once she had shoved it all in, she
smeared the extra all over Toilette's face, hair, neck and tits.
She then looked at the filthy little frech girl, enjoying her
humiliation. Then she slipped her hand between the girl's narrow
white thighs and found the dripping wet cunt- Toilette moaned
through the mouthful of shit and piss and gyrated in response.
"Look at you, you filthy little whore, this turns you on,
doesn't it?!" She yelled suddenly fingerfucking her, Toilette
groaned and nodded, closing her eyes in ecstacy-a bit of shit
escaped her parted lips as she slid on her mistress' furiously
working fingers. "Fuckin' whore, take this!!" Said Ilsa as she
whipped out her double-dildo and fucked Toilette's dripping cunt
and shitty asshole simultaneously. "Don't swallow!!" she ordered
again as she fucked the little bitch who was pushing herself on
the dildo harder and faster. Overcome with lust, Ilsa shoved her
mouth down on the disgusting shit-covered lips of her favorite
slave as she continued double-dildo fucking her and fingered her
own cunt and ass. She parted the little slut's lips with her
tongue and forced her way inside, deep kissing the little whore-
feasting on the soft disgustingly foul yet exciting combination
of shit, diarrhea and piss. She devoured the shit from Toilette's
mouth sloppily, the taste of her own shit mingled with her
sexslave's turning her on more than the ever fantasized was
possible. As the girl began to moan, Ilsa frigged herself
faster, harder and deeper, eating the both of them eating the
shit with lustful hunger. Their tongues touched through the mass
of shit and the two came together, shit filling their starving
mouths, entwined in their lustful tongues, and smothering their
beautiful flushed faces. They collapsed to the ground and Ilsa
turned to her slave and caressed her shit-covered face and hair
lovingly. She laid there upon her exhausted slave and chuckled
remembering that it was SHE who had forgotten to TELL her slave
to clean the bathroom.
"Now, my dearest little shit, how do you taste?"
"Delicious, My Mistress, Delicious," Toilette replied
honestly.
"Very good, bitch, and next time?" she grabbed her by the
hair and pulled her face close to her own,"I won't be so easy on
you!"

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inches, she tipped the scales at 175, fat by anyone's measure. She had never had a problem with cellulite but her thighs were thick, her buttocks large, and prominent love handles bulged at the small of her back. There was no way to conceal the swell of her belly. She'd always been large busted but now she'd ballooned to 44DDD.

She sighed. Not that it mattered. Sex with her husband George was a rare thing, usually happening only when he'd had a few drinks. And since menopause she didn't get as wet as she had when she was younger so even George's five and half inch penis was often not comfortable. He quite often ejaculated as he attempted to penetrate her. Her doctor had not been much help, simply explaining that older women often experienced some shrinkage of the vagina.

Yet her own sexual desire sometimes surprised her. Often, after this pleasant backyard chore, she went into the house and masturbated in her bedroom, lying across the bed naked on her stomach with both hands holding and massaging her crotch as her wide hips rose and fell. Not even George knew she did that. Linda had been raised in an era when 'nice girls' didn't do things like that. Of course, she'd been a virgin when she got married and George was the only man who had ever known her intimately.

What caused her backyard arousal was what she wore, not that it looked at all sexy to the casual observer. She was always covered nearly to her knees by a very loose smock, usually with a floral pattern. Like many heavyset women, her main reason for wearing the smock was to conceal her figure. But one day, she realized that there was no reason to wear anything under it. For a woman with Linda's background, this was a very daring thought. Her first foray into the backyard had only lasted a few minutes before she scurried back inside to put on a bra and panties under the smock. But she soon started to enjoy the feeling of her huge breasts bouncing and jiggling and the way an occasional breeze would sneak under the smock to ruffle the thick, curly hair between her legs.

Besides, she told herself, who would bother looking at me? Men didn't spend a lot of time looking at women of her age and weight. The only house with a clear view of her backyard was owned by Jim, a young guy in his early thirties who had recently been divorced. He was nice looking and, she was sure, had no interest in her.

"Hi! Hanging clothes again?"

She was startled and turned to see Jim standing at the back fence only about ten feet away.

"Yes," she smiled, putting the last clothes pin on a sheet. "Laundry never seems to end."

"I remember my mom hanging out stuff," he said. "Sure makes things smell nice."

Linda nodded, thinking a little glumly that reminding him of his mother wasn't exactly flattering.

"How come you're home today?" she asked.

"Oh, plant's on summer shutdown as they change tooling for the new model year," he answered.

"Nice, extra vacation," she bent over to get another item from the basket.

He laughed. "Better hope the wind doesn't blow!"

"What?" Linda asked, puzzled.

"When you're bending over in that loose thing you're wearing," he grinned. "You won't have any secrets left."

Linda laughed too. "At my age, you don't worry too much about that!" But she felt a girlish pleasure about his comment.

"Lots of perverts around," he smiled. "But I bet you're careful about what you wear under that."

Linda was a little surprised at the personal nature of the remark. She'd only talked to Jim a few times. But she found his attention flattering.

"I really don't bother," she found herself saying. "Here, in my own back yard." She immediately blushed and avoided looking at him. What did I say THAT for? she asked herself.

"Really?" he said quietly. "Nothing at all?"

She tried to sound casual, but knew her voice was tight. "Oh..no..you know...this smock covers me up." Linda managed a nervous laugh. "Not really very sexy."

He smiled. Linda quickly made some excuse, picked up her basket and went into her house. She was too nervous to go the bedroom so she took a shower instead.

She rarely did wash two days in a row, but found some excuse to do so and was back out in the yard the following morning. She felt oddly daring after the encounter with Jim on the previous day.

He again surprised her when he called a hello from his yard and wandered over to the fence.

"Say, I hope I didn't offend you yesterday by anything I said,"

Linda pretended at first not to recall the conversation but then forced a laugh. "Oh..no..of course not. I wasn't offended at all!"

"Good, good!" he said. "Thought I might have embarrassed you into wearing undies under there. I know it must be more comfortable without."

Linda hesitated. "No..I-I still don't have anything on under it." This time it didn't bother her as much to say that.

He grinned. "That's good. I bet your husband likes to think of you being out here like that."

Linda genuinely laughed. "George? He has no idea! If he did, he'd probably tell me to go put my underwear on."

Jim seemed truly surprised. "Really..wow..I can't imagine why. I mean...Well, I guess I shouldn't say it, but it's, well, nice to think of you that way."

Linda looked at him. "Naked?"

He seemed only slightly embarrassed. "You really are naked under that?"

Linda stared at him, feeling very odd. "Yes" she said in a hollow voice. Her hands were at her sides and she began to gather up material from the smock in her fingers. This made the hem begin to rise and it was soon above mid thigh. He watched her, transfixed. Linda didn't dare look down at herself because she knew she'd lose her nerve and stop. She continued to pull the smock upwards. It rose up to her hips and past them. She stopped as the hem reached her navel.

Jim looked wide-eyed at the large patch of dark brown hair between her legs. It was untrimmed, sending a wispy trail to up just below her belly button.

"See? I really am," she said with a calmness that amazed her.

"Can you..can you keep pulling it up," he asked with desperation in his voice.

She felt wonderfully dirty, "So you can see my tits?" He nodded dumbly.

She obliged and soon had the smock up under her armpits. She felt the warm sun on the massive globes of her breasts, warming her three inch wide tan nipples. "Oh Jesus!" he breathed.

Linda was stuck momentarily with her normal practicality. She looked around and realized that, because of the bushes and trees in her yard and others, Jim was the only one who could see her. She pulled the smock up over her head and off. She was nude except for the sandals she wore. She dropped the smock on the ground.

Jim gawked at her, mumbling, "Oh man..Oh man...I'm sorry Linda, I know you're married, but I've always liked mature women, especially queen-sized women!"

Linda had never heard that term, but liked it. 'Queen-sized'. It sounded nice. She turned to let him look at her exposed ass and he made appreciative noises. When she turned back around, she could see through the chain link fence that he was fumbling with his pants. He mumbled another apology and pulled out his erect penis. It was Linda's turn to stare as she looked at the thick seven inch shaft. Now she was somewhat alarmed. Self consciously, her left hand moved over her bush, only partly concealing it.

"Jim..I-I..don't think I can!" she said, a little breathless. "I mean..I never have. It's been only George.." He opened the gate and stepped into Linda's yard, pulling off his pants as he approached her. "Linda, it's seems like a long time since my wife left. And no one will ever know..." Now he was in front of her, hefting one of her breasts in each of his hands. Her nipples almost instantly stiffened. She gasped as he bent down and sucked the left one hard, like he was inhaling it. His other hand slipped down and plunged between her legs. This frightened her but her legs parted and her hips moved forward on their own. She felt a kind of fearful gratitude as a finger found her hole and plunged up inside her. He hugged her and reached behind to manhandle her buns as he furiously fingerfucked her. Linda's breath hissed between her clenched teeth and her hips moved back and forth rapidly as she rode his finger. She felt the wet tip of his cock smearing precum on her thigh.

"Jim!" she gasped. "I-I'm not wet enough. Eat me! Eat my pussy then fuck me!"

He pushed her down on her back on the grass, pulled her legs open wide and shoved his face into the forest of hair covering her cunt. She felt his lips and tongue push open her labia. He lapped at her already erect clitoris then moved down and plunged his tongue up inside her cunt. Linda felt a finger against her puckered anus and came as it went into her ass. He continued to eat her as her fingered her asshole, bringing two more quick orgasms. When he dropped her legs, she lay limply spread out before him.

"From behind!" she panted. "Do me doggie style! It'll go in further!"

He rolled her over and, looping his arm around her large waist, jerked her up onto her hands and knees. He held one of her hips in either hand and pushed his hips forward. Linda groaned as his cock plunged up her cunt, stretching her further open than ever before. "Hard!" she demanded. "Fuck me hard!"

He began pumping her with merciless force. Linda gasped and sighed as the painful intrusion gave way to pure ecstasy. Her head hung between her shaky arms and her huge breasts nearly hit her in the face as they swung beneath her. With the next orgasm she dropped onto her elbows.

His pumps became more rapid and she feared he might withdraw. She pushed back against him. "Cum in me! Every drop! Shoot it in me!" She came yet again as she felt herself being flooded.

At last he finished and pulled it out, allowing Linda to tumble onto her side on top of her discarded smock. Already she could feel his load oozing out across her thigh.

"Wow! You're a good fuck!" was all he could manage to say. Linda reached over and played with his still erect cock.Then she put the slippery, wet fingers into her mouth and licked them clean, murmuring "Mmmmmmmmmm!" This excited him and he gently pushed her onto her back. Linda smiled as he leaned forward over her. She opened her mouth and greedily sucked his cock while she fondled his hairy balls. He had a smaller ejaculation which she eagerly swallowed.

At last he took his penis from between her lips, then helped her to her feet. He assisted her as she got her smock back on.

She smiled at him tiredly. "You know, I think I'm going to be doing a lot more laundry from now on!"