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Sheila's toilet fart domination

the_fart_lover 5420 days ago on Fetish Stories

Sheila's toilet fart domination

It had been about a month when Sheila farted all over me at the
detention. Back then she said something like: "Let's do this again
sometime. When I've loaded lots of gas to my stomach". But Sheila
hasn't talked to me after that day, and I'm thinking, has she forgotten
her promise. I would love to smell her farts again, but on the other
hand, I am a bit terrified if I'm getting under her ass again. Some
days I have noticed, when I'm sitting near her in classroom, that her
stomach is grumbling a lot. And sometimes, by looking her facial
emotions, it looks like she is about to fart, but she is forcing it
back in. Well now it's Friday and

the last lesson was about to end.
Just before the teacher gave permission to go home, my pencil case fell
to the floor and the things inside it, spreaded all over the floor. I
started picking them up, while everyone else was going home. "Lock the
door when you leave, please". I heard teacher saying somewhere above
me. I mumbeled something like: "No problem". I heard teacher leaving
and I got myself up from the floor and packed rest of my stuff in my
bag. I was leaving, but then Sheila walked in and smiled. "Oh, hi
Sheila!" I said to her. "Hello to yourself." Sheila answered. "You
know, I haven't farted a single time after the detention. So I've
holded up farts and eating all gassy stuff for and entire month!"
Sheila said and started walking closer to me. I was silent and watched
Sheila. She was right in front of me and then she lifted her butt a bit
and: "BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!" Oh god, how worse her farts
smelled now. They were at least twice more terrible then a month ago.
She laughed, turned around and moved her ass really close to my face.
"PROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFF!" I started coughing and holding up my nose.
Then Sheila turned back on me and said: "C'mon. Let's go somewhere
more...private". We lefted from the classroom and locked the door
behind. She led me to the lady's room. She locked the door thightly and
pushed me sitting on the toilet. Sheila crouched and pushed her butt
all over my face. She pushed my head all the way to the back wall.
There was no escape behind her ass. "BROOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFF! Smelly
my gassy pleasure!" I heard Sheila yelling to me. The fart smelled so
bad that my head started spinning immediately. "Get ready for this
one!" Sheila said after the first fart.
"BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAFFFFFFFFFFFF!" I tried to hold my breath, but
Sheila's farts were too powerful. I was feeling now very dizzy. Sheila
took her ass away from my face. I was still feeling dizzy so I couldn't
see very well. But I could see that Sheila opened her jeans and took
them off. She was wearing sexy Tiger-pattern panties. She opened her
jacket and took it off too. She was wearing bras that had the same
pattern like in the panties. She walked over me and grabbed me from my
hair, lifted the toilet ring, placed my head underneath it and dropped
the ring down. She sat on the ring, her ass was right over my face. I
couldn't move and after about two seconds:
"PRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFF!" A smelly ripper released from her ass
right on my nose. "Suck these slave!" Sheila yelled and released
several smelly farts. "PROOOOF! BRAAAAF! PROOOOOT!..." I smelled them
all and then I couldn't see or feel anything. Sheila finally got up and
I started breathing the air. I still couldn't see properly, but my
vision got better after taking several long breaths. Sheila was
modelling herself through the mirror. "Ooohh! I'm so plump!" She said,
but she looked pretty happy saying that. "Do you find my plump body
sexy?" Sheila asked me. I was feeling so dizzy that I wouldn't care
what would happen, so I nodded. "Can you find my gassy ass hot?" She
asked. I nodded again. All I wanted is to get out. Sheila put her hand
to her panties and started rubbing. "Do you get wet dreams thinking of
me?" Sheila said, sounding pretty aroused. I remembered the wet dream
what I saw last month from her. I nodded again. "Oh...god!" She said,
rubbing even harded. "Come here!" She said. I went. My legs were
shacking when I walked next to her. She grabbed my head and pushed it
against her ass. For few seconds I only could see the Tiger-patterns on
her panties and then: "PRRRRRROOOOOFFF!" She farted again. I was now
very close to collapse. "You get me very aroused!" She said and farted
again. "Nobody finds me hot, or loves my farts, but you!" She continued
while farting small, but stinky farts. She rubbed my head against her
panties. "BRRRRRRPPPPPP!" She farted once more. I couldn't take it
anymore. I passed out.

I felt something wet was dripping on my face. First I thought it is
water, that someone "good guy" is dripping it on me so that I wake up.
But then I opened my eyes a bit and I got pretty shocked; I was lying
on the floor and Sheila was standing on top of me and pissing all over
my face. I opened my mouth to say something, but that was a big
mistake. Really fast movements, Sheila put a small stick vertically to
my mouth, so I couldn't close my mouth. Sheila pissed in my mouth and
forced me to drink it all. After she ran out of piss, she took the
stick out of my mouth and trashed it. "I hope you don't mind the brutal
meanings I needed to do to get you awaken again". Sheila said and
smiled. I was again wordless. "Shall we continue?" She asked. I just
laid on the floor, saying nothing. I saw that Sheila was all naked. She
spreaded her buttcheeks and sitted on my face again. "Now you'll feel
my toughest farts straight to your nose, slave!" She yelled and took a
smothering position. "BROOOOOOOFF!" Sheila released very wet fart,
which smelled so much that I tought I would pass out again. "Yeah! Have
some more! PRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFF!" Sheila yelled and farted. My
eyes got wet and my head was spinning so much that I couldn't feel any
of my limbs anymore. I heard, that her stomach was grumbling again. "Oh
damn! Oh my god! Now comes the big one!" Sheila said and took a good
position and released a long, smelly and wet fart. I tried to escape
under her ass and get some fresh air, but I found it useless. For my
luck Sheila finally got up. I took long breaths of fresh air. I saw
Sheila rubbing her pussy again and looking at me. After few minutes, I
could smell the aromas, rising up from her pussy. Suddenly she came in
front of me. She grabbed my head and pushed it between her hairy pussy
lips and sat on my face again. She squeesed her lips shut so I couldn't
get my nose of there. The aromas were stunning and my vision became
blurr. Sheila started rubbing my nose inside her pussy and I could
heard that made her very aroused. Suddenly she released my nose. Sheila
got up and kept rubbing her pussy. Until she fired her juices all over
my face, just like last time. Sheila bend down and started licking my
face and finally kissed me. She just smiled and got up. I was just
about to pass out again, because of her aromatic juices. Then she
released few more farts on the air. Those farts made me to pass out

I started waking up. I could see only a little, but I noticed that
I wasn't at the toilet anymore. Then I spotted Sheila standing next to
me, naked again and smiling. "You passed out again". She said. "I've
got still few more farts left". She laughed and again, spreaded her
buttcheeks and sat on my face. "PRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFF!
BROOOOOOOOOOT! BRAAAAAAAAAF! PRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAATTT!..." Sheila farted
away rest of her farts and I was again nearby to faint, but I managed
to stay awake. Sheila got up and said: "Mmmmh! Not bad. You survived
from my smelly torture." She smiled. "By the way, you nodded when I
asked you, 'do you find my plump body hot', right?" I nodded again and
she then she said: "Good. I'll remember that nod". She smiled again,
dressed up and left and I also got up. I noticed that I was on one of
the corridors of the school. I went home and shower. I found Sheila
pretty hot, when I thought her naked body and ass later in that
evening. I started jacking off and I shot the load in few minutes. I
went to bed still thinking about Sheila.

The End

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painful pleasure

sluttygothchik_69 5178 days ago on Fetish Stories

Ã‚Â i walk over to u and start striping for u very seductively.... i get down to my thong when i walk over.... straddlingÃ‚Â u i start kissing ur lips.... i take off ur shirt andÃ‚Â kiss ur neck working my way down u...... i start to undo ur pants then slide to the floor i take ur cock... Ã‚Â licking and kissing... teasing it w/ my tounge.... slowly i let the head pass my lips... i suck gently... my hands caress ur balls as i take more of ur manhood into my mouth till im deep throating u.... you reach down and slowly start pulling on my hard nipples making me moan onto ur cock as i slowly start moving my mouth up and down ur shaft... you start to get inpatient.. grabbing my head youÃ‚Â start to fuck my mouth unmercifully till u cum... shots of hot cum hit the back of my throat.... iÃ

‚Â swallow all that i can... you pull out of myÃ‚Â mouth and streams of cum start hitting my face and tits.... i open my mouth trying to taste some more of ur delicious cum.... after you finish Ã‚Â i lick my lips and start rubbing ur cum into my tits... you slap my hard nipples saying that i had been a bad gurl and needed to be punished.... you tell me to go clean my face and wait for you in ur room kneeling on the floor legs spread head down and hands behind my back.... i quickly do as you tell me.... after i wash my face i enter ur room and kneel as you told me in front of ur bed facing the door.... it seems like an eternity be4 you come back.... after you enter ur room you ask me if i know what ive done wrong..... i say no master.... you tell me that ive disobeyed you by not keeping the house clean making ur dinner cold b/c i was playing w/ myself all day..... i say im sorry master for not doing as you've told me to and playing w/ myself w/ out ur permission... you say that's not good enough andÃ‚Â to go over to the dresser of toys and bring you a whip..... i slowly get up and walk over reaching in getting what you have asked for knowing that it will be used on me.... i had you your whip and kneel back into the position you've told me to in front of you.... you tell me to stand.... you take my hands and secure them w/ chains to the hook on the ceiling.... you tell me ur going to whip my tits first then when you think ive had enough of that start whipping my pussy.... i say yes master and close my eyes waiting for u to start..... you slowly bring the whip down onto my hard nipples making me cry out in pain.... you tell me that i'll regret it if i cry out again and to start counting... i say yes master one may i have another.... you bring the whip up and bring it down hard onto my other nipple.... i cringe b/c of the pain and say 2 master may i have another as you told me to do..... you hit each nipple 20 times be4 the start bleeding.... you lay the whip down and go get a wet cloth to clean the blood...you wiped off the blood and rub sum ice over my aching nipples sending shivers down my spine.... you ask if im ok and i tell you yes..... you go to the closet and grab sum ankle cuffs... you attach them to me and place an iron rod between them making me spread open... you grab the whip again and bring it down on my shaved pussy hard making sure it hit my sensitive clit... i cry out in pleasure and in pain..... u continue whipping me sending shocks of pleasures threw my body.... i no longer feel pain just an intence pleasure..... you can sence that im close to cumming so you stop... you set the whip down and release my arms and legs.... you carry me over to the bed and lay me there... you go over to the dresser and grab sum nipple clamps... as u come back you light sum candles... you kneel on the bed between my legs and attach the clamps to my sore breasts making me writhe in pain.... a wicked smile comes to ur face...... you love seeing how every lil thing u do sends shocks up and down my body... making me wetter by the second..... you lean down and kiss me as u rub my clit... i moan loudly and beg u to plz fuck me...... you oblige my request and start fucking me hard.... each thrust making me moan in ecstasy..... i am about to cum when u take ur dick out and ram it into my ass.. i scream out in pain which quickly turns into pleasure.... ur ramming into my ass tearing my hole in two..... you reach in front of me and start twisting my clit making me cum almost insantly all over your hand..... you slam into my ass one last time and start shooting hot streams of cum up my ass... as my orgasm subsides i claspe onto the bed.... you slide out of me and lay next to me... i lean up and kiss you and tell u i luv u and i will not disobey you again.... i rest my head on ur chest and u say u luv me too as we slowly drifted asleep...

Petting My Teacher

bustybibbwbabe 5178 days ago on Fetish Stories

Professor Greene was one of the sexiest men I had ever met. He wasn’t like the other professors at the University. He didn’t take himself so seriously and he was a real friend to each and every one of his students. I was lucky enough to have him as my academic advisor and over the past three years I had come to regard him as a very close confidant.

I had just turned 21 and was at the end of my third year of college. I was a

verage height; I had a slim frame, large breasts, hazel eyes, full lips and long light brown hair with golden streaks.

I was very attracted to Professor Greene and he was the subject of many of my darkest fantasies. I had a boyfriend at the time and we had been together for a little over a year. I never thought that I would have the courage to act on my fantasies with Professor Greene, but I had no idea what was about to happen.

I awoke one Monday morning and dressed in a simple tank, skirt and flip flops. I grabbed my jacket and book bag and walked out the door, I was running late for class. The day progressed as usual, three morning classes, lunch, and one evening class.

After my last class, I returned to my apartment to freshen up, I was suppose to meet my boyfriend for an early dinner. I tried to call him before I left to go to his apartment but he didn’t answer; I just assumed that he was in the shower and I decided to go ahead and walk over to his apartment.

I arrived at his apartment and unlocked the door with my key. As I entered the living room, I heard music coming from his bedroom, but I thought nothing about it because he was a music major and typically had music playing throughout the house at all times.

I dropped my purse on the kitchen counter and stopped at the couch to scratch his dog, Rusty, on the head. I then walked down the hall to his bedroom, I opened the door and then I saw him. He was on his back on the bed with a girl that I had never met on top of him. I didn’t give him time to notice me; I simply turned around walked out of the room, grabbed my purse, walked out the door and locked it back.

Without really even knowing how I got there I ended up at Professor Greene’s office door. Before I knew it I was sitting on his couch, he was beside me and looking at me concerned.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just found my boyfriend in bed with another woman”

“Ouch”

“Yeah”

“Well, it’s better you find out what he’s really like now, before you made a major commitment to him”

“Yeah, I guess”

“Listen, I know it seems like the end of the world now, but it will get better with time….I promise”

“I know”

And with that I broke down into tears. He moved closer to me and put his arm around me and held me close. All of the sudden something came over me. I felt his body close to mine and heat started to build up inside me and I leaned up and kissed him.

Surprisingly, he returned my and kiss and we sat there for several minutes holding each other and kissing. Suddenly he pulled away.

“I feel like I’m taking advantage of you, I can’t lie, I am extremely attracted to you, but you’re vulnerable right now and I don’t want it like that.”

I kissed him again.

“This isn’t just a whim….it’s something I’ve wanted from the first moment I saw you”

He smiled and kissed me again. We started kissing passionately and I began to unbutton his shirt as he started to pull off my tank top. We leaned back on the couch and he started to kiss down my body as he reached behind and unclasped my bra releasing my large breasts.

He groped my breasts and sucked on my nipples as I pushed his head into my breasts and moaned. He kissed down my body and pulled my skirt off and then my thong and place a kiss on my freshly shaven mound.

By this point my juices were flowing freely and I gasped as I felt his tongue graze across my swollen clit. He spread my lips apart and licked up and down my slit stopping to slip his tongue in my wet hole. He fucked me with his tongue as I kneaded my breasts and moaned uncontrollably. He soon had me bucking wildly against his face and returned to my clit and sucked it into his mouth. I felt the tension beginning to build in my stomach and I pulled his head into my pussy as I filled his mouth with my juices.

After taking a moment to recover, I sat up and finished removing his jeans and boxers. He began kissing me again and I grabbed his cock and started to stroke it; I was a little nervous once I felt his size but I knew that there was no stopping now. As I was stroking his cock he whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

With that I jumped on his lap and slowing eased his large cock into my dripping pussy. I sat still for a moment while I got used to his size and then slowly began to move up and down on his cock.

As I fucked him, he was sucking on my nipples and rubbing my clit. I gradually picked up my pace and I could sense that we were both close to climax.

He grabbed me and threw me back on the couch as he plunged his cock back into my pussy and began to pound me mercilessly. His cock stretched every inch of my pussy and easily rubbed against my g-spot.

It wasn’t long before I exploded in my second orgasm. I knew that he was close to his orgasm as well so after I recovered I got on my knees and pulled his cock into my mouth and sucked him as deep into my throat as I could. I bobbed my head up and down as I massaged his balls and before long I was rewarded with load after load of cum be shot down my throat. I lapped up all of his cum and then got up and lay beside him on the couch.

As I lay in his arms I wasn’t even thinking of my boyfriend and I knew that this wouldn’t be the last time that I sought out Professor Greene for a little counseling.

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The Training of a Wife...part 1

snarebull 5177 days ago on Fetish Stories

"Honey, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m home!" Aaron said, "WhatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s for dinner"

"I dunno. Figure it out." his disagreeable wife, Judy,Ã‚Â said, "I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t feel like making dinner"

"I work all day and this is what I come home to?!"

"Guess so"

He was glad today was Thursday, and that there is no work for the next three days... "Fix me some dinner, woman!"

"No"

="font-family: verdana">"YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re gonna be sorry!"

"I'm sure I am"

After fixing some dinner for himself, and watching some news, they both got into bed. He "snuck" up on his wife in the bed, wanting do give her anal or oral, but knowing that she wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t let him...but that would change...yes it would. He was just about to emerge into the rich folds of her pussy, when, "if you think we're going to have sex tonight you are so wrong, buddy"

So it was off to sleep, without any sex.

The next morning, Aaron wakes up before his wife, 5 minutes later she moves and yawns. Aaron grabs her by the shoulder and throws he to the ground. He rams his hard dick in to her gaping mouth, she cant make a sound. "Come on bitch! Suck me! Suck me good and hard!"

She sucks, but not good enough. WHAP! A hand hits on of her dangling breasts. "Faster bitch!"

Finally it ends, she hopes, "from now on slut"

She interrupts him," IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m not a slut!"

"Whap!" another hand hits her tender breasts.

"YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re my slut now, do you here me?"

"y-yes"

"Master" he prods

"Yes master"

"Good, thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s how it going to be from now on, IM the boss, not you, I make the decisions, and you are going to LIKE it"

He pulled her by the ear to a small box, from which he took out a collar, with 4 rings on it, and it had two small prongs on it. Aaron put it on her neck, and attached a small leather leash to it. "Now, my slut, come with me to the kitchen on all fours"

Shocked, but smart, she knew what would happen to her if sheÃ‚Â disobeyed, "yes, my master"

As they came into the kitchen, he said, "Now, make me breakfast, for one. Undress, I want you to cook for me naked. Now I want eggs, bacon, coffee, and a glass of OJ"

"Yes, Master"

She slowly took off her nightshirt, and dropped it into the laundry basket. "Now, don't even think of running away, right now, I've installed hidden video cameras, and if you leave the kitchen I shall shock you"

"It's understood Master"

He went around shutting and locking all the doors with one master key, "She can't escape now!"

When he came back, his breakfast was ready, he sat down at he table, "Now, my little whore," he heard a little gasp, " you are permitted to sit down beside me on the ground, and eat what I give you, now down."

He ate a bit of eggs, and then dropped some on the floor in front of her, and she started to pick up a peice with her hand in disgust. She was immediately slapped on her breast. "Not like that, eat withÃ‚Â your head, that's right, with your mouth, like the bitch dog that you are!"

He finished his breakfast, and kicked her, "Clear my plate, bitch!"

He watched as she slowly walked to the counter with his plates, and put them in the dishwasher. "Now, slut. Since you've been so good, I've decided to reward you!"

Aaron grabbed the leash that Judy was attached to, and walked to the living room. "Kneel in front of me, dog. Like that, that's right. Now close your eyes"

She heard the sound of a zipper being undone, and the sound of clothes falling to the floor. Seeing her like that, all tied up, and in his power, had already made him hard. So in one quick movement, he thrusted his 9" hard cock into her tight virgin ass. "OH!", she moaned. as he brought his dick in andÃ‚Â out of herÃ‚Â ass. "Stop, please!Ã‚Â Master! Stop!"

But he wouldn't, and in a few minutes, when he was done, she was worn out. "Now, my sweet slave, I can tell your pussy is yearning for this, and before she could reply, he was already going at it. "Oooh! Oooh!" she moaned

"You like that don't you..."

"Yes....Yes Master! I love it..."

To be continued...maybe :)

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Riding With Confidence

Neeka 5178 days ago on Fetish Stories

Ellie stood there in the school stables. She wasn't a very good rider she'd admitted that to herself along time ago. She'd never been that good ever since she had an accident when she was seven years old. The horse had been stung by a bee and cantered off with her still in the saddle, she didn't like riding after that and now eleven years on still wasn't any different. But yet the nuns at the catholic boarding school she attended insisted she keep trying, even though she was leaving later on that year for college they thought she should get over her fear. Of course arguing because you were eighteen and could do what ever you liked wouldn't exactly go down well with the nuns. She had needed a tutor to help her but none of the regular riding guys could. Not that she'd blame

them, she didn't feel the best about herself in that respect. She looked good she'd admit that but she just didn't have the confidence.

She had long, slightly curly, light brown hair, it went down to her waist and framed the creamy skin of her face. With high cheek bones and huge green eyes, she'd call herself not bad looking, but she felt better when she was with female company. But then again she didn't have much of a choice. The school she was in was an all girl one the only guys there were, were the priests and the stable hands.

Sister Jessup had told her Bridget would meet her down at the stable to help her. Bridget was in the same class, year and sleeping block as her, she was beautiful like Ellie but in opposite ways, having almost like a gleaming gold shine to her shoulder length, straight hair, a small nose and deep blue eyes. She was a lot of opposites Ellie thought since Bridget was pure confidence, maybe Sister Jessup thought some of it might rub off onto her. Bridget was a good rider too, see amazed nearly everyone with her talent, that's why Ellie supposed she was helping her.

Before Ellie hand come out to the stable she had put up her hair in a low pony tail, to both keep it out of the way while at the same time have a helmet on her head. She also put on a pair of baggy, old, faded jeans with a big tear in the left knee matched with a big, navy, sports sweater on to keep warm, completed by her tan boots.

Just then she heard a noise come from the front outside the stable door. She had been waiting in the main part of the new stable where the horses would be transferred to soon, fresh hay had been put down in preparation but no moves yet. She walked out into the small court yard out the front of the stable block and saw Bridget with her back towards her saddling up Missy, a chestnut coloured horse. Bridget had come wearing a hot pink cardigan sweater top and pair of black jeans matched with her black riding boots, her golden hair separated into pig tails behind her black velvet helmet. She had just finished sorting out Missy when she turned around a smile on her face, she must have heard her come up behind because she handed her a whip before she saw it was her. Then she handed over a helmet.

"Come on Elle, lets get you saddled up" she said a smile on her face.

"Er, I think your confused my name is Ellie"

"I know, I was just shortening it, you don't mind do you?" she said sincerely.

"N-no of course, it's just some people-"

"Don't worry about what people say, it shouldn't matter. But I'm glad you don't think I'm one of those people"

"N-no of course not"

"Good" she said taking Ellie's hand "Lets get you saddled up then" she said helping he onto the horse.

Bridget noticing her stiff frame as she led Missy into the riding pen, halted the horse, then looked at Ellie. Ellie could tell she could she the fear that had sketched into her eyes as soon as the had sat on the horse. But she smiled.

"Try not to be scared Elle, horses can sense your fear, and when your tense like that they know you don't trust them, so they don't trust you either. And that is accidents happen." Ellie stiffened even more at the thought of an accident happening. Bridget seeing this started to rub her back, as soon as Bridget's hand touched her, just like when she was helping to get her on Missy that warm feeling settled a feeling her stomach. God she hoped Bridget didn't know what was going on with her she thought her body becoming rigid against Bridget's hand. Feeling it Bridget looked up. Put her hand on each side of the saddle and hauled herself up.

"Right" she said placing herself behind Ellie. Then placing her hands on Ellie's hips. Ellie hardened not knowing what to do.

"Right" Bridget repeated, then she continued "the best way to calm yourself down and un-tensing muscles is simply to thing about something else. Something that had nothing to do with fear. Sometimes it's showing you how the horse moves, so you can get you rhythm, showing you that it's safe. We'll try that one first" she said he hands gripping Ellie's hips harder.

"You've seen people ride yeah?"

"yeah" she choked out, trying not to feel the heat of Bridget's fingers pressing into her hips.

"You've seen them trot?"

"Yeah"

"Well they move their hips in a rhythm, here let me show you" she said started to move her hips, circling towards Ellie, then her fingers were urging her on "Go on try it" Bridget whispered breathlessly in her ear. So she did. Bridget's hips grinding against hers at the same time. Her cunt getting wet through her blue jeans, grinding hard and harder against Missy's saddle. Then she stopped suddenly feeling colour rush to her cheeks, she was so close- and it wasn't suppose to be that what she was feeling at all. Shame boiled in her.

"I see we're going to have to try a different tactic" Ellie felt guilty, she hadn't even been thinking about the horse and she hand relaxed, but she could tell her that she would want to know what she was thinking about, then she would laugh, then she would- oh! Bridget's hands moved. Quickly. From her hips to the wetness in-between her legs, pressing, feeling the wet denim.

"So..." she said her voice smiling "... that's why you stopped..." she breathed in Ellie's ear "... you were excited..." she said pressing harder causing a helpless moan to escape Ellie's lips. "... you wanted this ..." she said rubbing her index fingers along the increasingly wet denim. "... well maybe..." she started, moving her left hand, leaving her right one still placed on the wetness near her cunt. Moving it to the top of her waistband slipping her fingers underneath "... this will..." he fingers going beneath the elastic band of her white cotton panties "... help you..." her fingers trailing around her pubic hair, twirling her fingers around the curls "... ride with confidence" with that last word she slipped her finger past her pussy lips and into her sleek wetness, grazing Ellie's clit with her thumb, Bridget used her other hand to rub her through her rough trousers, pushing her hand further along her front creases until the side of one of Ellie's ass cheeks, rubbing gently. The sensations washing over her, her head went back to Bridget's shoulder. Then her hands stilled, leaving Ellie unfulfilled and a small protest came out.

"You want more?" Bridget smiled "I know you want more, tell me you want more, you want more?!"

"Yes, oh god yes!" as soon as she said that Bridget removed the hand that was teasing her a ass cheek and held onto the rains as moved the horse into a trot , her hand and fingers still tightly imbedded in Ellie's cunt. Each trot of the horse causing Bridget's finger to move more and more, Ellie gripping Bridget's thighs as they stopped outside the new stables, gasped as she came all over Bridget's delicate fingers. Slipping her hand out of her underwear and jeans, gripped her hips and swung herself down, helping Ellie down at the same time, then tying Missy to a post right next to it.

"You want more. So lets give you more" she said with a smug smile, taking Ellie by the hand and leading her into the stable- pulling her into a stall Bridget pulled out a old faded, flannel blanket and laid in on the fresh straw. Pulling Ellie into the center on the blanket Bridget pulled Ellie to her and kissed her firmly on the lips, Ellie gasped from within the embrace, slightly opening her mouth. Bridget took advantage of her shock, pushing her tongue past Ellie's teeth and moulding it with her own tongue, sucking in her bottom lip, Bridget gently bit it, pulling the bobble out of her low pony tail, Ellie moved her hands from Bridget's shoulders to undo her helmet. Bridget placed her hands over it, stopping her in the process.

"No, I like it" she said trying to get her breath back, putting her hand to Ellie's hair and spreading out the curls. Then he hand slipped from her back past her shoulders, to rest on Ellie's breasts through the woollen material. Ellie could feel them beading under Bridget's touch, she began to rub around them, missing the tips, leaving them aching to fulfilment. Then as quickly as her hands were there they were gone and climbing underneath her big shapeless jumper, whipping it clear off her head and past the still intact velvet black helmet, revealing Ellie's cotton 34C bra. Bridget's fingers going straight for Ellie's erect nipples. She had never gone this far not even with a guy, oh god but it felt good. Snapping her bra to reveal her breasts to her, Bridget nuzzled them with her face.

"Lie down" she said into her breasts. Obediently Ellie lay on the old blanket, Bridget went straight for her baddy jeans, pulling them down with her panties past her dark curls and further down her smooth thighs and firm calves, tugging them past the tan boots on Ellie's feet. The cool air in contact with her pale skin gave her goose bumps of pleasure, beside her boots on and helmet Ellie was completely naked, Bridget stood up, and Ellie raised herself on her knees, moving her hands up her legs on the firm black denim, tugging them until the feel past her knees were a black riding boots came up to. Pushing Ellie back down to the blanket, Bridget shoved her jeans and the panties that had been pulled down with them clear off and mounted Ellie, sitting slightly Bridget's naked bare cunt connected together, throwing while she was at it her pink sweater to reveal a hot pink silk bra. Grabbing Ellie's hands she thrust them onto her 36Ds, causing the front clasp to burst open, Bridget's breasts and pink, swollen nipples spilling into Ellie's hands.

Ellie rubbed- just like Bridget did for her, surround the nipple while never touching it unless to give a slight flick, Bridget's cheeks pink with frustration she collapsed onto Ellie, he mouth going straight for her engorged nipples causing Ellie to cry out in delight at the awareness sweeping over body, Bridget nibbled on Ellie's teat making her groan, then she sat up, wrapping her black booted leg around Ellie's tan ankle booted one she grinded her cunt against hers, making shouts of joy pass through both their mouths until their inflamed pussy lips spilt their wet juicy cum on each others thighs. Bridget collapsed onto Ellie's knee her ribs resting on the top of the knee, then she was gone and next Ellie saw she was kneeling in-between Ellie's open legs with a whip in the right hand, flicking it slightly with her left.

She couldn't believe this was happening, Bridget picked up the small whip, shimmering it gently over her clit making her residue drip onto it, Ellie's breath catching in her throat coming out as gasps as she felt herself get closer and closer, then it was inside her, pushing and pushing- till it got to her resistance, then with a brief shot of pain it was though, cringing with slight pain. The whip had slipped through her wet and slippery folds, tickling her swollen insides with it's tip. Throwing her head back she closed her eyes, almost fighting the sensations shaking her body to it's core. Her breathing was layered, coming out in gasps, seeming as if the air couldn't find her body fast enough, she could feel Bridget's left hand resting on inner part of her right thigh. Then she could feel calloused finger-tips on her clit again. Strong fingers big fingers. Clutching the sides of the rough blanket, she held on.

"Yes! ... Oh yessss!" her own heart beat pulsing in her ears, blocking off every other sound, while at the same time bucking against both the fingers and whip that was surrounded by her inflamed cunt.

"Oh, OH! GOD!, oh yes" she squealed the thrill having this object that she never wished to use on horse was being used on her.

"You like that?!" Bridget hissed, almost breathless. Some Ellie could tell she was turn on by what she was doing too.

"God yes! Oh Lord!!! Pressing it in further I'm going to cum!! OH!"

"Now, now..." Bridget started trying to grab back her breath, Ellie hearing the smile in her voice "That's blasphemy"

Ellie couldn't help it, the smile turned into a laugh, that laugh soon turned into moans of pleasure as the tip of the whip seemed to flick around inside her.

The whip going in, and out, and back, the fingers almost tickling her clit, then suddenly squeezing was almost like Bridget was milking her, her juices spilling on the rod, still deeply imbedded in her tunnel. Her cum dripping on the handle of the whip and the finger-tips that had given her so much pleasure. She started to descend, then she thought about Bridget's hands, one hand to hold the whip and the other was still resting on her thigh, who did the fingers of the other person belong to, her eyes fluttered open.

It was a stable boy, he was about twenty in age, or at least that was what she could tell through her dazed eyes. He saw her look up, he smiled. One hand now motionless on her clit, her cum still on his fingers, then she saw his hand undone his jeans, his hand on his large cock, leaving the end in clear view, his cum all over his left hand. He pulse had been bang so hard in her ears she hadn't heard his grunts of pleasure. But from were he had stood by the door he was now on his knees next to Bridget. Of course they had left the horse out! He had probably put Missy away and heard them. He had taken off his shirt and his jeans were hanging past his buttocks opened were his cock had been thrust out.

"Mark wanted to join in. I knew you would mind" Bridget said with a smile.

Just Mark grabbed the rod of the whip and Bridget let go causing a moan to growl in her throat "My turn" he said with a devious smile. Bridget leaned on Mark's back and stroked his ass. Slipping the whip out, he looked at the mix between the blood and cum that christened the flimsy tip. He licked it and looked at her again. Surging forward his head sank between her legs, making her gasp as his tongue played with her clit. Bridget was pulling his jeans down more, followed by his underwear, they went to his knees. Bridget nibbling on his ass, as he licked and nibbled at Ellie's clit. Sucking on the swollen bud, he pressed his tongue into her cunt causing her juices to spill, again and again as it probed her insides. Cumming into his mouth, Mark swallowing her sweet nectar as it flowed from her. He rose on his knees, Bridget still behind him playing with his nipples, making them stand on their peaks.

Then he grabbed Ellie's ass and pulled her to him pulling her on top of his cock and impaling her on it. The shock of the quick entry taking the breath out of her lungs momentarily as he thrust into, gripping onto her ass cheeks moving her in the rhythm you would to ride, over and over, harder and harder.

"Come on" he groaned, fingers skimming the red flesh were his fingers had been on her ass. He began to slap. "Oh!" she exclaimed as adrenalin burst in her. "Ride me, baby" he slapped her ass again, surging her higher and higher. She grabbed the back of his head as he thrust over and over. "Harder!" she growled in his ear "Harder!!!" she squealed as Bridget came around to her as pushed her further down impaling herself on him more. Bridget using one hand to play with one of nipples as he bit the other, still thrust further and further into her- just when she thought she would split in two she came, bright light filling her eyes, her hearing muffled he came, emptying his creamy cum inside her tunnel. She fell back, dizziness clouded over her and sleep took over as blackness went over her eyes.

Waking up a few hours later she was dressed again and lying on the old blanket. Her helmet and whip were next to her- she took them and got Missy from a nearby stall. She went round the pen, now she could ride. Taking her around in a trot she saw Bridget and Mark standing at the gate. Smiling she went one more round the course, the sun setting in the distance. She rode with confidence.

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Sexy Feet

Mscott2321 5178 days ago on Fetish Stories

well it all started when i was about 15 years old searching through porn sites on my computer. I was looking around and came up on a site that had something to do with foot fetish. I had no clue what that was at the time i guess because me and my girlfriend had never experienced something like that. I then watched how the guys in the videos were licking the females feet and it really turned me on. Then the girls started rubbing there feet all over the guys cocks while the sucked and rubbed them. Then the guy cummed all over the girls feet and they licked them clean when done. This turned me on mroe than anything i have ever seen.

so the next day i was thinking about what i had saw the day before. me and my girlfriend were planningÃ‚ on hangi

ng out that afternoon at my house all alone while my parents were out of town.some how she got on my computer and looked at all the sites i had been on and stuff. She then saw the foot fetish site and asked why i was looking at that for. I told her it really turned me on watching those videos. She then started watching them and i could see her little booty shorts getting wet in the crotch. I was really turned on then. She then asked me if i thought her feet were sexy. I told her that they were the best looking feet i had ever seen.

let me describe what my girl friend looks like before i go any further. She is about 5 1 brown hair 34 c tits and a nicely shaven pussy. Now my self am about 6 1 captain of the freshman basketball team. i am dark complected with a 7 in half inch cock when hard.

now back to my story. So then she asked if i would like to suck on her feet. I told her i would love it. So i started pullin off her socks and sliding her big toe down my mouth and twirling it in my mouth. then i started putting my tounge in between her toes and she was getting very turned on by this. Then she started unbuttoning my jeans and pulling down my briefs. She started sucking on my cock like there was no tomorrow. then she sat up and asked if this is how she does it. She put her feet on my cock and started rubbing them together up and down and it was turning me on more than anything we have ever done. I told her that is exactly how u do it. I was trying my hardest to not cum all over the place. So then after about 15 minutes of her feet i told her i was ready to fuck the shit out of her pussy and ass. So she got up and bent over the couch and i started to stick my dick in her pussy and fuck the shit out of her. She was moaning and groaning loud as she ever has before. Then she told me she was ready to cum to i kept fucking her as hard as i could. Then after she cummed all over my dick i pulled out and started shoving it up her virgin ass hole and she loved it. She just kept on cumming. Then i told ehr i was ready to cum and pulled it out of her ass and told her i wasnted to cum on her feet. She raised her little bitty feet up and i cummed all over them for like 2 minutes straight. She then told me she wanted me to lick my cum off of her feet. I told her i would lick some of it off but not all of it as if i havent ever tasted my own cum. But deep down inside i knew i loved my own cum . Anyways i started licking her left foot of all the cum on it and it tasted so bitter and sweet. She then raised her foot up to her own mouth and licked all the cum off of it and she loved it. Tha day was the best day of my life and turned all our teenage adventures into alot more things that we did on our own time. If i get some good feed back on this story i will tell u more about my storys when i was young with my teenage girlfriend and even some of my guy friends. Just email me at mscott2321@hotmail.com and tell me if u liked my story or not and i will start writing some more. Just gimme some feed back. this was my very first story.

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Rule Part 1

Salome3934 5178 days ago on Fetish Stories

On your knees! He said for the second time, as he wrapped his hand
around the leash pulling her down to the floor. The thud of her knees
hitting the ground and the muffled sound of pain she tried to hide let
him know he now had her full attention. "Knees apart" he said, as he wedged his foot between her legs, forcing them to spread open.
He reached down and grabbed her pierced nipple between his fingers and gave a hard squeeze. " Are you going to be an obedient slave tonight?" he asked. She felt a sharp pain as he began to squeeze harder and harder until she yelled out yes! Yes! Yes! "Yes, what?" He asked. " yes, I'll be good! She yelled out hoping he would ease up

on his grip. Instead, he asked, "who are you speaking to?" My Master" she said in a wimpish voice, hoping this would help gain some
sympathy. "Good! Now, answer the question properly." Without
hesitation, she responded, "yes Master, I'm going to be an obedient slave tonight." With that, he let go of his grip, and stepped back. "Shoulders and head back, Pet. Eyes cast down to the floor, he commanded." She slowly moved into position and waited. She heard him going through the bag of toys and her mind raced as she wondered what he was planning. Well, he said, lets just make sure you are going to behave he said as he knelt down behind her and kissed her ear. He reached around her and gently began to rub the tips of her nipples which had already become rock hard from feeling his tongue in her ear. He moved his hand down between her legs and his fingers slid easily into her wet cunt......

The alarm clock must have been going off for a good two minutes before she jumped up and hit the snooze button. Her head fell back on the pillow, and her hand slid down her stomach until it reached her warm wet pussy. Running her finger in circles over her swollen clit, she thought about being on her knees in front of him, replaying the dream over in her mind. she felt herself getting wetter as she imagined him holding the leash in one hand and unbuttoning his pants with the other. With her hands bound behind her back, she could only sit and wait until he pulled his hard cock out for her to suck. Would he stick it right in her mouth, or would he tease her and make her beg for it? "Please Master......please let your Pet suck her Master's cock?" Suddenly, the alarm clock went off again and it was time to get up and go to work.
She was so wet and so close to cumming, she didn't want to stop, but she had to. She needed to get into the shower so she wouldn't be late for work. Plus, she was told last night that she was not allowed to give herself an orgasm. At the time she agreed and thought yeah, whatever, like he would know, but there was something about giving him that kind of control over her that she liked. She wondered if it was simply to see if she would obey his command, or because he knew that it would keep her in the state of arousal the entire day. Either way, the end result would be the same. She would be much more pliable, and easier for him to control. The more obedient she was, the more likely he would be to make her cum. Then again she thought......what would he do if he made her cum and she either forgot to ask, or didn't have his permission first? Would he even notice, or would he punish her for it? Hmmmm, she might end up finding out later that night.

As soon as she got involved in ten different projects at work, an email arrived and the subject line said "The Rules!" Oh great! she thought to herself. The timing couldn't have been worse, she was just about to get onto a conference call with a new client, and didn't need any kind of distraction. She thought about not opening the email until just before the end of the day, but of course, curiosity got the best of her.....
Pet's Rules........
1. You will NOT be late
2. You will NOT wear a padded bra.
3. No whining!
4. you will do what you are told, when you are told.
5. You are not permitted to walk. You will only crawl.
6. You will not speak unless spoken to.
7. Anytime you are permitted to speak, you will address me as your Master.
8.You are my slave, and will refer to yourself as such. The word "I" will not be permitted.
Any broken rule will result in punishment. DON'T TEST ME PET!

They didn't seem too difficult, and she figured she could easily handle most of them. The two she knew she would have the most difficulty with would be having to refer to him as her Master, and having to refer to herself as his slave. She wasn't sure if he knew that or not, and she certainly was NOT about to let on if he didn't.

After the long week was over, she sat on the couch relaxing and listening to some music and realized it was 6:30. Ah, time to get going she thought, as she grabbed her clothes and the bag of toys. As she was walking out the door she heard a strange clunking sounds and looked down on the ground behind her, and realize the Japanese Clover Clamps fallen out of the bag. She laughed to herself and wondered what would happen if she "accidentally" forgetting them? Bad idea.......he'd never fall for it. At least not now......maybe back when they first started playing, but certainly not now. He had gotten to know her pretty well, it was obvious that he had become much less tolerant of her testing him, and topping from the bottom was not something he was going to let her get away with. On a few occasions, she had purposely disobeyed him, just to see what kind of punishment she would receive, and just how far she could push him. Now, she thought, it might not be such a good idea. She knew he was not afraid to push her, and just how far, both scared and excited her.

Jesus Christ! The traffic in this town sucks, she thought as she was sitting in the middle of a jam up that had not moved in over ten minutes. 6:43 PM and she was at least 25 minutes away from getting to his place. Well, she thought, I should probably text him and let him know, there is no way she was going to be there by 7PM. His reply to her text just said...."Rule #1" UGH! Now she had to sit in traffic and think about what her punishment was going to be. She tried to think about something else but she could hardly ignore the warm wet lace rubbing against her cunt as she squirmed in her seat. He knew exactly what kind of reaction his text would cause, and the evil grin he must have had on his face as he was texting her back. This is going to be an interesting night, she thought.

7:18 she finally parked her car and walked into his place. Feeling a bit nervous, she put her bag of clothes down and said hello, hoping that he might not notice the time. He always greeted her with a hug but this time he didn't even bother looking up at her and just asked......"where's the bag?" She was so nervous about being late, she actually left it in the car. "Um, it's in the car." "GO GET IT. NOW!" She was actually a bit taken back by his tone, and wondered if he was actually really angry with her for being late. When she came back in he was still on the couch watching TV. She started to tell him, "it's not my fault", when he interrupted her and told her to empty the bag and lay everything out on the table. She quickly dumped the contents of the bag onto the table and spread them out so everything was clearly visible. "Take your clothes off!" She hesitated for a minute, when he looked over at her and said, "do you really want to make me get up and walk over there?" "No," she said as she took her shoes off and pants off. As soon as she was fully naked he told her to go to the center of the room, get on her knees with her hands behind her back and lean forward with her shoulders on the ground. "Ass up in the air!" She was in that position for a good ten minutes before he got up and walked over to the table. She couldn't see what he was picking up, but once she did, her eyes almost doubled in size. He placed a bottle of lube and a decent sized butt plug on the floor about a foot in front of her face, knowing full well she had no choice but to stare at it. "What was the first rule that I gave you, Slave?" "Not to be late." "What?" "Not to be late....Master." "What did I say would happen if you broke any of the rules?" he asked. "You said that I would be punished, Master", she replied. "So what do you think should happen now, Slave?" She hated to have that dialogue, but she also knew that if he knew how uncomfortable it made her, it would only get worse. " You should punish your slave, Master." "Do you think you deserve to be punished?" She knew where he was going and responded with, "Yes Master, please punish your Slave for being late and making her Master wait." Well, he said, since you asked so nicely...........how can I refuse?" The sting of the flogger on her base ass made her think, "damn, he likes that thing way too much!" She hoped he wouldn't stop after each stoke and make her thank him, and ask for more. There was something about that which she she felt was a bit too humiliating. It took every effort to try not to scream out in pain ech time she felt that familiar sting. Occasionally, he would stop and run his hands over her ass, enjoying the heat and stripes caused by the flogger. After what seemed like hours,the pain was increasing, and so was her excitement, which became obvious to him when he told her to get her ass back up in the air. He bent down behind her and said, "you dirty little slut, your cunt is so wet, I probably don't even need to use any lube for this plug that's going in your ass!" Hearing him speak to her that way, made her cunt twitch and ache to be played with. She then felt his fingers running over her wet lips and against her clit which made her moan out loud. "what a whore" he said as he pushed his finger inside her making her gasp and push back into his hand so he could get even deeper. "Like that, don't you slut?" "Yes Master! It feels so good!" He stuck another finger inside her and began rubbing her G spot. "Does my little whore like having her cunt finger fucked?" She was so turned on and wanted to cum so badly, she would have done or said anything to keep him from stopping. "Yes! Your whore loves having her cunt finger fucked by her Master!" "Good!" he said, pulling his finger out of her dripping wet hole, which he brought over to her face and pushed against her mouth. "Clean my fingers!" She obediently opened her mouth and began sucking her juices from his fingers as if it were his cock.
She saw him pick up the plug and soon felt it running up and down, against her wet slit, as he ordered her to spread her ass for him. He spit on her asshole and began working the plug inside her. He told her he didn't want to use anything too big because he wanted her to be nice and tight for his cock which was going to be in her ass before the night was over. Once her ass was filled with the plug, he walked in front of her and began to take his pants off. Her head was eye level with his waist, and she could see through his pants how hard he was, which made her even more excited. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back so she had to wait for him to take his cock out and feed it to her. She slowly began running her tongue in circles around the head, making it nice and wet. She slid her tongue down his hard cock, and began licking and sucking on his balls. Moving her tongue back up again, she slid his head back into her mouth, which made him moan and push deep into her throat. She tried to pull back in order to get some control, but he held her head in place and trust deeper into her throat. "Such a good little cocksucker", he said as he began to fuck her mouth. The words sent shivers through her body and she began sucking harder and faster, taking him as deep as she could into her throat. She felt his cock start pulsating in her mouth and knew he was about to cum. She tried to move but he grabbed hold of her face, and started thrusting harder and harder until she felt a stream of hot cum shoot into the back of her throat, which she had no choice but to swallow. He then uncuffed her hands and told her to get dressed, because they were going to go out for dinner. As he walked up the stairs she started to get up when she heard, "DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT TAKING THAT PLUG OUT! I've got all night to play with my pet."

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Sandy bbw is broke part 1

jakmybigone 5178 days ago on Fetish Stories

I prettty much remember always want to fuck Sandy,
Well? I should not really say fuck, it's more like I wanted to have her for
my own Sexual gratification. In other word I wanted Her.

Sandy is a Big Girl, but wasn't always so, When I first met her she was
under 200lbs for sure, was around mabye a big C or D cup in a bra, and was smooth
pleasently plump.That's when I first wanted her.Problem was sex and sex for me
was the only reason I wanted her.

I would stroke off thinking about her, eventually when she became more sexualised
with age, I of course became more obvious and open, until I think that she really
got the hint that I spanked off thinking about her. She did not mind but the door
was closed for me.

I dated women, Denise

dated men, and we both aged. I watched her push probably about 250lbs and
go from a D to definately a DD or larger. But all soft lucious and saggy.

Occasionally we were out of work, often at the same time. So we naturally hung out
ask bland questions about each others life and move on.

Then it happened, that moment in a guy's life that never happens, I won the lottery.
I mean I really won it. The jackpot was not big by today's standard, but I would never
have to work again. Better still, I won out of state. I made the regional papers there, but
didn't even come up on the radar in my home state. So I did not tell anyone I had won.
I quit my job and deposited my 5,000,000 after tax winnings in stable and axcessable accounts
and just went wild.

I scanned the net looking for all the hot BBW hookers and did a couple months travelling,
enjoying BJ's and kinky sex play
from the hottest BBW that you can litterly pay for.

Eventually I came home, I'd had the best you can pay for but I really hadn't had
anyone I could share
my days with.

I was laying back stroking off one night and the phone rang, it was Sandy,
of course I went stiffer, she told me she'd lost her job,
the company just went bankrupt.

The next day I came to her apartment, she wasn't dressed, she was in beat up
trackpants and a worn t-shirt, braless her big tits swayed
I could even make out her nips, well sort of. we talked and she
told me about her finances and i just grew stiff. She'd been crying that much was clear.

That's likely why she looked like she did, no make up and not trying to look sexy,
she had become a chubby tease.

That's when I said it, "So you need Money Huh?"

"Yeah", she said "But i'm screwed, everything is maxed out"

"What are you going to do then" I asked.

"I dunno, maybe i could sell myself" she laughed weakly
I laughed too " let me know when you do, i'll be the first in line"
"fuck off, peter" she said as she would at my innuendo

"No Sandy, I'm serious, just let me know how much"

"that's not funny peter, i'm in a bad situation, I need at least 3,000 this month"

"OK" I said

OK what?"

"I'll give you 3,000"

"WTF?"

I pulled out my wallet and started pulling out 100's..I alway kept 5,000 in walking
around money these days.

She just stared.

"cm'on Sandy , it'll be easy money, we don't have to have sex, I just want explore you"

"No fucking way"

I started putting the money back that I had been counting.

No, wait, you're serious, you really are, where did you get money like that anyway.

i lied, "a bet payed off at the track, I've still got a few thousand more at home"

"you came over here today hoping you could buy me?"

"Yeah, can I?"

"fuck off, your a bastard"

"one with money Sandy, take your shirt off honey, you don't really have a
choice"

"I do so, fuck you, get out!!!!"

"No, you don't" i said again, "you like this too much" I waved my arm around her
apartment as i stood up and moved in closer to her.

She stepped back as far as her sofa, I grabbed her wrist and put the 3,00 in her hand.

She clenched her hand around it defiantly, the started to cry. I was already all over
her hot saggy tits. They felt good in my hands, i found her nips through her shirt,
big knobs, almost half an inch in diameter. they pointed out but towards the floor,,
threatening to curl under and get lost in her big tummy.

I stepped back and took the money from her sweatty hand, " Now, Sandy, all of it off" I waved
the wad of cash"or none off this"

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She gives me a handjob using her black slip

Slipbra 5178 days ago on Fetish Stories

I have had a slip fetish for longer than I care to remember. She had known and catered to my slip fetish for a long time, even giving me one, "....when you miss me and need me". Sometimes, when we'd talk on the phone, she'd tell me to get it and then tell me how to play with it.

As things settled down and I thought about to move to the getting serious about screwing, she broke a long passionate kiss, but continued to stroke my cock. She looked at me and said "Get my black slip". I reached over to her dresser and got it out of the drawer. It was a half slip, as she did not wear full slips.

I handed her the folded slip and she took it by the waist band, letting it unfold, then spreading it out on my stomach. She slid it down till it covered my r

ock hard shaft. She played with the slip on my belly for a while, taking her time getting to my nylon covered cock, which by now was twitching with desire. I rolled to my side and attempted to take her into my arms to enjoy that luscious body. It was not to be tonight. She had other plans. Her next words gave me a preview of those plans.

"Do it for me" she said, her face full of lust and expectation. She had thought this one out. "Please "him" while I watch"

I replied that I wanted her and again reached for her. She was not to be denied. Again, she pushed me back and in that sweet voice that is so hard to resist said "Please. I want to see you do it" I continued to resist. She took my face in her hands, pleading and kissing me. "Do it for me."

I attempted to put my arms around her but she grabbed my hand, "Take him in hand" she urged, and guided my hand to the waiting slip covered hardness that was more than ready to feel the caress of that slip. Her hand or mine, it no longer mattered. I did what she wanted and took him in hand and began rubbing the slip everywhere it touched. She reached down and gave my hand a squeeze. I tried to interlace my fingers with her, asking "Lets do him together". Kissing my ear while she repositioned, she said "Not this time." She moved around behind me and got me in the sitting up position. Her mouth was close to my ear and I could hear her breathing heavier than normal but still very much in control.

I'd played with my slip covered shaft for a few minutes when she said "I want to see him cum." With that she reached over and rearranged the slip so that my cock was cradled in my nylon covered hand. She kissed me lightly on the ear but never took her eyes off the scene before her. "Go on " she urged and again kissed my ear and reached down, wrapping her hand around mine, guiding it up and down the shaft. She knew me well and knew at what point she could let go and I would continue. She was totally concentrating on my hand, the slip, and my cock. I could feel the climax starting to build in me. She felt me stiffen slightly, and again kissed my ear and felt my nipples with the fingers that moments before were guiding mine.

I started to loose it and began to moan her name and look her face. She didn't even blink or look back at me. She did not want to miss a minute of the show. She only said "Keep going".

As I began to gray out, I felt the familiar spasm that would pour my cum in spurts into the waiting black nylon. Only after the first spurt did her hand rejoin mine guiding the slip to finish me. Four spurts later, I was spent. She slid around to my side and her hand expertly moved in between mine and through the nylon, milked the last of my cum from me.

I was still coming down from the high of the orgasm when I noticed she had taken the slip from my hand and had turned aside. I wondered what she was doing. When she turned back around, I found out.

She turned back to me. Her left breast had a luster of liquid on it in the dim light. I recognized the gossamer liquid as my own, just in time to feel her hand at the nape of my neck, pulling me to her breast. "This is best done in small batches" she breathed, her face flush with desire. Until that moment, I never thought I'd do that. There was no way I could resist. The next sensation I was aware of was her clean breast against my lips, and I watched as she licked her cum covered breast clean of my semen. She hesitated on the cum gobbed nipple area and as she ate up the gobs of sperm, she shook violently and came so hard my cum oozed out of her lips and mouth. I was hard again and wanted to soak every piece of silky nylon lingerie she had.

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Im a male...my first time dressed in stockings and SEDUCED

SallyBabe 5178 days ago on Fetish Stories

I have somewhat of a fetish I learned from my very first M/M liason....
but I only like doing it if my sex partner likes it!
I'm bi-sexual too!

When I was mid 20s, I met a guy on holiday (I worked and lived in a holiday seaside resort town) and he *seduced* me.

First.... he and I went out drinking as 'normal' guys that have just
met do. We ended up at his hotel room at around 2AM. After raiding his
bar fridge, we were both totally drunk and I went to sleep in the extra
queen size bed. At around 5AM, still asleep, I felt something moving
across my lips and face.

I opened my eyes to see him masturbating his BIG hard cock into my
mouth. To his surprize I opened my lips and swallowed his hard cock. He
fucked my mouth without saying a word. I cou

ld hear his breathing and
knew ...seconds later he came and I swallowed it all. I 'milked' him
and I went back to sleep without a word spoken.

About two hours later the same thing happened and I swallowed him
again. I went home without either of us talking about the two episodes
at about 10AM after having some coffee and setting up a time to meet
that night at the bar I worked. He came in late and we ended up back at
his room again....this time it was hot and furious..... We stood on his
balcony over looking the ocean at around 2AM and he would rub his hard
cock up and down my ass.... I knew what he wanted but didn't respond. I
couldn't fathom having all his 8" thick cock stretching me!

After three nights of unabridged sex he said he wanted to fuck me....
his cock was at least 8" uncut and thick. I told him I wouldnt be able
to take it all.... and said no. He didnt stop trying though.

On the 4th night I was off work and he and I went out on a boat for the
day as 'normal' hetro guys do.....went back to the bar in his hotel.
after a few drinks he handed me his hotel keys and told me to go to his
room and get dressed in what was on the bed and he would be up in about
30 minutes.

In his room draped on the bed was a pair of lady's silk stockings, a
garter belt, and see-through panties. I got undressed and put them
on.....mmmmm... felt VERY horny! And my legs looked pretty good in them
as well. I put my shirt back (unbuttoned) on and tied the tails
together.....my naked smooth chest topped off the 'feminine' sluttish
look. He came in and I was laying on the bed. He came over and sat down
on the edge and stroked my stockinged legs and massaged my feet...he
couldn't keep his hands and fingers still! He turned me over and ran
his hands over my legs and ass.... he reached into the side table
drawer and took out some KY Jelly and massaged my already wet hole. I
turned over and said I couldn't take his cock,

"I'm SURE!!" I said, "that cock will hurt like hell!". He said i
wouldn't if he took his time and came up and straddled my head and I
sucked him.... just as I thought he was cumming....I could taste his
cum..... he stopped and turned me over on my stomach. I let him pull my
ass up and spread my legs wide open..... he positioned himself and I
felt the beautiful big head of his cock press hard against my hole. He
told me, "hold still and you will feel like a real woman!" He pushed
the head into me and stopped. He told me, "take it bitch! You're a
whore in heat so you'll take it all!!". I pushed back and begged him,
"FUCK ME!" Go ahead fuck my pussy! NOW!!" I can remember how he held my
hips and he pushed in and I pushed back. GOD! So GOOD!! He stopped with
his cock ALL THE WAY IN ME! He positioned himself again to be all the
way in me and he rubbed his big hands all over my back and along the
stockings. Slowly he began to pump me. He pushed my head down, raised
my ass and then he started to REALLY fuck me! Such an incredible
feeling! I get very vocal when I'm feeling cock and a man's animal
lust! I couldn't say anything as he fucked me..... I could only find
pleasure in his cock deep inside my body! I that position I could reach
down between his legs and cup his BIG heavy balls and beg.... "Oh YES!
Baby! Fuck me! Thats so damn good! Oh GOD!". It wasnt to long he
grabbed the tops of the stockings and held tight as he rode me and blew
his sweet cum all inside me. (Prior to the AIDS epidemic). I could
actually feel (it seemed like buckets) his cum spurt into me and his
tight balls pumping me full! We both laid there, he was on top of me
and left his still hard cock in me..... it wouldnt have been 5 minutes
and I had the most fantastic orgasm I think I have ever had to this
day! A deep overpowering orgasm!

He stayed in that hotel for another 3 days and nights and we fucked in
every position....always with me 'dressed' in stockings. So horny!

Ever since it has turned me on getting dressed up for a man that LIKES it.....

Do you?!

NOW I do it all.... wig, make-up heels etc.

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Her Preparation

scasper638 5178 days ago on Fetish Stories

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I lay upside down in the dark waiting for my master. Earlier as i had prepared for the party I had looked in the full-length mirror that was in the room. I saw a young woman with thick auburn hair, green eyes, and porcelein skin. I am thin with full breasts and hips, long legs, and just a tuft off that auburn hair at the V- of my legs. I had already bathed and perfumed my body. My hair and make-up were also done. The only thing I wore was a thin metal band around my neck, which bore myÃ‚Â Master's initial. Now I pulled on my favorite corset. It was wine colored and I thought it went very well with my skin and hair. The corset came up under my breasts, lifting them, but leaving the nipples bare. In the back it ended

at my waist leaving my hips and ass bare but in front it came down lower in a V, flattening my stomach, pointing to my sex. After finishing with the corset I pulled on my black thigh-high stockings and then my shoes. They were black stiletto pumps that buckled around the ankle. The heel was 5 1/2" high and I was close to 6' tall in them.Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Now I was ready. I went to the basement to the little room that Master had made for us. There were no more instructions to follow. I went to the cabinet that held restraints and toys and other things and got what I needed.Ã‚Â Firest, I placed the ball gag between my jaws buckling it tight behind my head. I buckled thick leather bands around my wrists, ankles, and neck. There was one other item I would use but that came last. I went across the room to the table. This was something Master had designed and a friend had made. Master used it a lot during my punishments and our play. The legs on one side were stretched far apart, as wide as I could stretchmy legs and still stand upright. To each of these I carefully attached my ankle bands. The leather bench that I was to lay across was padded and came up to my belly. As I lay across this, instead of hanging straight down, my upper body lay on a table of the same padded leather. Master had adjusted the table the way he wanted before he left so now my upper body was hanging down at an angle.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I reached down the other side of the table and connected the o-ring on my collar to the chain that was attached to the floor. Next was the band around my left wrist. Before I connected my other writst to the table I pulled down the blindfold over my eyes, the last item from the cabinet. Then I clipped my right hand to the last clip, put my head down and waited.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â As I lay in the dark I thought about what I must look like. My long legs, made longer by those viscious heels, stretched wide and held there by the bands around my ankles. My black stockings framing my naked ass. The mound of my sex showing between my spread legs, and my asshole peaking out between my cheeks. My full breasts squished underneath my chest, squeezing out the sides. My arms pulled tight above my head and slightly down keeping them out of the way so it is always possible to see any expression on my face. My jaw distended by the ball gag I had inserted between my teeth and the upper half of my face covered by the blind fold. I was completely vulnerable. and now that I had attached my bands I could not get out of this position until Master arrived and chose to release me.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â This routine was always followed before I was allowed to participate in any type of recreationthat meant leaving the house. This was especially true if other people would be there. Master said it was my sacrifice for the fun I was going to have. Sometimes it was a simple spanking. Sometimes it was much more than that. As I waited in the dark, I became aware of a greater and greater need. I needed to use the bathroom and I knew that Master could stay away for longer than I could wait. This had never happened before. I had always been very careful to use the bathroom before I came down. This time I had been careless and now I was in trouble. With my legs spread I couldn't even squeeze them together. I tried to think of other things but the pressure continued to build until I wasshaking my ass in need and frustration.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Suddenly, I heard laughter. Master had entered the room and was watching me shake my ass. I felt him run his hand up my leg and fondle my ass for a moment. I moaned with desire and with my need but he had not yet removed my gag so I could not tell him of my need. I felt him move away and heard him opening and closing cabinets. I continued to whimper more and more urgently and continued to shake my ass. Finally I felt my gag removed.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "Well, slave I see you have followed my instructions."

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "Please, please," I begged, "please Master, I have a need." The only statement I was ever allowed to make in this position.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "Yes I see that, so you didn't prepare that well, hmm?"

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "No, sir, please may I use the bathroom?"

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "Just aÃ‚Â moment, slave."Ã‚Â Suddenly, I felt something cold thrust between my legs. It was a metal basin!

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "OK, slave, you may go." Master said. I gasped. I couldn't do that, not like this, not with him watching! "Slave, you may go!" Master repeated more forcefully this time.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "I can't..." as soon as I said the words I wished them back. I had never denied my Master anything and now shame burned through me.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "You can, slave, and YOU WILL!" Master said in a tone of voice I had never heard before. The basin was removed and I heard him moving around the room again. "You will learn to obey me in all things, slave, and you will learn to never, ever say no to me." He then adjusted the table so I was almost completely bent in half. Then he unclipped my hands. "You will be punished, slave, and you will assist in your own punishment. Reach back and spread your cheeks." I did as I was told, already trembling, inside and out. "Stretch them further, slave, I want that asshole on display for me!" I stretched my cheeks as wide as I could. "Hold them, bitch, and don't let go or your punishment will be repeated. You will receive 5 lashes and I want to hear my grateful little slave bitch count them out and beg for more."

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "Yes Master."

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "Now, let me hear you scream." I heard the whistle as the riding crop flew through the air and then the unbearable pain as it was brought down on my unprotected asshole.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "ONE," I screamed at the top of my lungs, gasping for air not believing I could take 4 more. "Thank you Master, for punishing me. Please punish your slave more."

(THWACK)

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "AAAAGGH.....TWO....thank you Master please punish my I have been such a bad slave."

(THWACK)

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "AAAAGH.....THREE...." I screamed, crying and gasping for breath.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "SPREAD THAT ASS!" Master screamed hitting my hands with each word. I stretched my cheeks apart harder.

(THWACK)

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "AAAAAGH...FOUR...." This one came up from below hitting my pussy. I was screaming continually now, stopping only occasionally to count off the lashes or to beg for more.

(THWACK)

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "AAAAGH...FIVE..." Again the basin was placed between my legs and I was told to go. This time I let loose with that last humiliation. Master took the basin away without a word and then wiped me clean with a rough towel causing me to moan in pain.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "Don't move," he said. So I stood there, bent in half cheeks spread by my own hands, asshole and pussy severely punished, moaning and crying waiting for my Master. Suddenly a hand clasped my head and pulled my face up by my hair. I felt my Master's cock rub all over my face.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "Who's face is this? Who's mouth?"

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "Yours Master," and with those words he shoved his cock into my mouth, brutally fucking my face causing me to gag. Tears ran down my face as he rammed his rock hard cock down my throat. Suddenly he stopped and pulled away. Then I felt him behind me. He touched a finger to my sensitive pussy and made me whimper, then he slammed his cock into me, making me groan.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â " Who's pussy is this?" He yelled as he brutally fucked me.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "Yours Master!" I yelled. He pulled out of me and just as forcefully slammed his cock into my ass. I screamed as he violently began to fuck my asshole, my hands still spreading my cheeks apart, giving him access.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "and who's asshole is this?"

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â " Yours Master, it's all yours!" With that he stopped. He came around to my head and slowly removed my hands from my ass and reattached them above my head.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "You are mine, slave, all mine. And if I wish to fuck you, or beat you, or give you away to be used by someone else I will. And you will obey me in all things."

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "Yes, Master," I panted, still gasping for breath in between sobs.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "Good. Now, let's begin or we shall be late."

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â It always began with a hand spanking. Slowly building the heat rising. I loved this pain. When my skin had been properly warmed Master began again, this time with a wooden hairbrush. Again the pain was familliar and only a little more than the last. I started to moan as each blow landed. The pain building. Again it stopped. This time Master begain again with a wooden ruler. I cried out at each lash, moaning and crying continuously now.Ã‚Â Finally everything stopped. The only sound was my crying and moaning.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "I want you to understand something," Master said as he kneaded my sore ass and pussy lips making me cry out in pain, "I am preparing you well and thouroughly tonight because I know you will have a good time tonight, and also because I just love to see my slave with marks on her ass." I heard the whistle of the thin whip cut through the air. At the first bite of the whip into my skin I was screaming. " Come on, slave, let me hear you beg"

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â "Please, please Master, please no more, please.....AAAAGH....."

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Mirror, Mirror

Neeka 5178 days ago on Fetish Stories

The ballroom was well lit, not that it wasn't to be expected. The marble floor shining making it look warm and welcoming, with gold and crystal chandeliers polishing the ceilings that held home to many cloud and angel painted onto it. It was the perfect place for the $2000 plate dinner. This was a charity fund-raiser, to attract wealth it had to scream wealth. Many people had come to see the turn out to fund-raiser. Many politicians, celebrities and ineradicably rich people attended these fund-raisers, for various reasons. Some to help the needy, some to look like they care and in turn boost their careers and other just to meet up with people and exchange gossip.

Tory couldn't say she was here for any of those reasons. She was here on family commitment- her fa

ther was here to boost his career she didn't delude herself for second to think he cared for anyone but himself, he was desperate to become Mayor.

Hence the reason she was here as well as the rest of the Blake family. Her mother had always worshipped her father, she would always follow. Her younger brother was there too- just started college Rick Jr. tried to look like he was bothered about what their father was doing, although Tory suspected heÃ¢â‚¬Ëœd rather be out having a life. And then there was Tory herself, she was in PR, of course with her father's helpful pushes she got to that career choice but that was unimportant. Twenty-five and daddy still rules the roost. It annoyed her. But guilt trips were often dealt, it terms of Ã¢â‚¬ËœOh honey we paid for that school you wanted so desperately to go to, can't you come to a dinner for me. It's dinner, nothing big." even though every time he dealt that he didn't realise that he had basically drove her to an out of state college with his various ideas to make a difference as he put it. Of course the current Mayor was there, trying to show everyone he was good for re-election, as well as others trying to get his place. Then there was him.

They'd been looking at each other from across the room since she got there, maybe it was the fire-engine red, tight, thin strap dress she's wearing, it could be the silky, blonde ringlets that gracefully touch the tops of her shoulders when her head dipped slightly, but what ever It was that draw his eyes to her it never strayed, drawing her attention to his back clean cut hair and elegant dark, grey suit, then to his eyes. Eyes of the deepest blue, holding the deepest promises. Infact the whole look of him shrieked sexual fulfilment. He seemed to have an air of arrogance to him, confidence almost that he could make any woman fall to her knees. Begging for something only he could give. Looking at him, she tried to keep her temperature under control, he looked like he was too. If he was anyone else they could drain their thirsts off each other. But they couldn't.

She couldn't go to him she knew that. He was one of the reasons her father had wanted the family to go the fund-raiser. Callum Andrews. He was also up for Mayor, and her father was getting worried about the polls. At first her father had thought it was funny that Andrews would even try for it, insisting someone as young as thirty-three would never be excepted as a candidate never mind Mayor itself. Then soon after that Andrews had come up with the campaign of the Ã¢â‚¬Ëœyoung being able to help the young, because the young are the future' basing it on help for schools and educations, shelters and run-aways. Her father had decided when Andrews and himself, Rick Snr. Blake as he said at the time, were level pegging in the poles, he would use as angle Andrews didn't have to use. Family. That was his trump card. After he had pulled that one out he had been scarily glee-full saying how the young these days didn't settle down as quick as they use to, giving him the advantage. It was Saturday now, he had started Ã¢â‚¬ËœMission Family' on Monday, it had a whole five or six days for the city to see how caring Candidate Blake was about his family. As he had said, this dinner would be perfect for the world to meet them.

The papers had never had any pictures of his family, the reporters had asked about that during the week. He had simply said he cared too much about his family to put them in the directness of the papers, and had finished it by saying how his family, caring for him so much, had insisted on going with him to this dinner and any other one as proof of their support. She was in PR she knew why it worked- it was about love, saying how a family man who loves his family enough to do that and his family do that for him in proof of their love, would of course love the city just as much if not more so, saying he has enough love for everyone. It was clever. When she had told him how low it was, her father had simply responded with- Ã¢â‚¬ËœIf he is going to use his looks, I'm going to use what other thing the women audience wants I'm going to use their idea of love' she couldn't blame him, if he wanted to win he was going the right way about it. She thought as she made her way to the nearest waiter carrying a tray of champagne flutes, only to get there and find them all gone and the waiter looking apologetic.

"Champagne?"

came a deep voice from behind her. Turning quickly she lost her balance slightly only to have the owner of the deep voice draw an arm around her, not quite gripping her because of a flute glass graced both of his large hand. Andrews' hand, she discovered as she raised her eyes.

"Maybe champagne isn't a good idea if your feeling dizzy" he said tightening his grip with his arm the best he with a glass still in his hand. Tory could feel the heat from his arm seep though the thin fabric of her gown give her skin goose bumps, and blush seep up her neck. Shaking him off, she crossed her arms over her breasts to hide the way her nipples had puckered at the mere glance of his arm on her back.

"I'm not dizzy" she lied, she was dizzy when ever she looked at him but she wasn't going to let him know that. "Thank you" she said taking one of the flutes from his hands.

A lazy smile strayed onto his lips "how do you know that was for you?" he asked with mischief glinting in his blue eyes.

Horror swept though her, could he just have been asking if she still wanted some there was other waiters? Oh god-

"Er? Female Intuition?"

"Good guess" he said clinking his glass slightly to hers, a small smile playing on his full lips.

Relief burst though her, then horror again. This was her father's enemy, why was he being nice to her? Could it-? Could it be he didn't know who she was? Who she was connected to? Who gave her have her genetic information? Well that was getting a little too far, but did he?

"Callum Andrews" he said sticking his hand out to her, and infolding her hand in an electric buzz, causing her to flinch slightly and remove her hand quickly. Looking back up at him she saw awareness and humour.

"Your Blake's daughter aren't you? Victoria Blake? Am I right?"

Okay that knocked that Ã¢â‚¬Ëœnot-knowing-who-I-am' theory Tory thought to herself. "Tory" she said, holding the flute close to her bosom.

"Tory" he acknowledged quietly with a husky drawl.

Her skin heated. She didn't understand it how could she be reacting like this, and all he had do was say her name. She was becoming increasingly aware of the panties she had discarded so she wouldn't have panty lines.

She gulped "Nice to meet you, Andrews" she said trying to distract herself.

"Callum"

"Excuse me?" she questioned

"Callum" he repeated "Call me Callum"

"Maybe" she said ambiguously.

"So you're the PR" he stated

"That's right, so you want to be Mayor" she said being obvious telling him she knew about him too, that she had done her homework as he obviously had too.

"TouchÃƒÂ©" he said with a smile.

The silence seemed deadly, she didn't know who would speak first.

"Want to dance?" he said casually.

"Oh, I don't know-" she said looking over her shoulder to see where her father was.

"Don't worry about him" he said reading her mind, she turned her head back to him "Dance?" he repeated.

She looked at his hand.

"yeah, okay" she said placing her small hand in his large one.

He pulled her closer to him putting his glass then hers onto the nearest table, then leading her to the dance floor. Wrapping his now free arm around her he rested it on her lower back encouraging her to lean against him. Her nipples hardened. She heard him suck in breath. Her legs felt weak. His arms got tighter.

What was she doing?! Tory broke free from the embrace of his arms and made her way out of the room passing rich couples as she went out of the ballroom and into the hotel hallway. She all but collapsed as she slouched against the wall near the door the busy ball room. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, trying to calm herself. She shouldn't being reacting like this is wasn't right-

She felt as small pressure on her left hip, she snapped her eyes opened wide. Andrews. He had followed her. He gaze snapped to her hip, his hand was resting on it, his thumb moving in small circles, causing her to shudder with wanting, sensations clouding her head.

Her eyes followed past his wrist, arm, shoulder to his neck were his adams apple bounced slightly to her scrutiny. Up to his face, cranking her neck to look into his eyes. They were glazed, his fingers tightened on her hip, his eyes were glowing almost as if on fire. His lips slightly parted, his head getting closer and closer, until his lips collided with hers. Hungry, lips pressed into hers, nibbling on her bottom lip, parting her lips allowing his tongue entrance to hers, moulding their tongues Andrews gripped her hip tighter until he pulled apart, their breath coming in gasps.

He grabbed her hand pulling her along the hallway. She couldn't believe this, she had fantasized about this, ever since she saw his eyes on her in the ballroom and now- now she was going to- going toÃ¢â‚¬Â¦

He was fiddling with his key card, they were outside a hotel room, she had noticed to busy thinking about what might happen to realise it already was happening. He opened the door pulling her into the elegant room, he pulled her by her hand, turned to shut the door and push her back against the door. Hip to hip she could feel the full length of him, hard and ready almost as if piercing her dress, her right strap slid off her shoulder almost as if it had a life of itÃ¢â‚¬Ëœs own.

Grabbing her hand again he led her to the bedroom and up the vanity, holding her in place right in front of him, looking into a big, oval, gilded mirror on the top of the make-up table. She went to pull away and go to the bed when he gripped her hand and pulled her back where she was in his embrace.

"No" he said huskily, gently moving his hand over the aching nipples straining against the bodice of her thin gown, making her arch into his palm, until he gripped her harder, the moan escaping her lips sounding more like shriek of joy then anything else.

"I want Ã¢â‚¬Â¦" he said breathing heavily, as he felt her nipples get harder "Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ I want Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ to watch Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ you cum" he said nibbling on her bare shoulder, where one of the straps had fallen down earlier.

She gasped.

He lifted some of the hair dangling by her shoulder and started planting kisses up her neck, nibbling as he went to her ear, licking it and sucking on the lobe. His eyes on the mirror. His left hand sunk it's way into the top of the dress. His finger's toying with the pert bud, watching her face in the mirror. Her eyes closed. This was crazy, but she loved it she was in a hotel room with her father's enemy and rival, and she didn't want to be anywhere else. She want to feel these sensations.

She wanted to feel his hand and lips on her everywhere, she wanted him inside her, pumping in and out of her, playing with her till she burst, she wanted- oh! She thought as he hand flicking her swollen nipple, his right hand smoothing it's way down the dress, lifting it off the floor and past her black strappy high heeled sandals. She should remove them she thought but before she could bend down to undo the buckle Andrews whispered in her ear "keep them on" in his breathy drawl.

Pulling the right side of the silky gown past her knees she would surely faint of it all before he got to her cunt. The gown dipping on the other side from where his hand was still in the bodice, his right hand moved further up to where the strap holding a triangle of covering should be. The hand on her breast stilled. She felt him smile next to her ear, her eyes opened and darted to the mirror in front of them. The smile that teased his lips was almost devilish, but definitely playful. His left hand moved from her breast to her ribs underneath, rubbing firmly.

"Well, wellÃ¢â‚¬Â¦" he hushed out on her ear "what do we have here." the smile evident in his voice.

Lightly placing his fingers where her hipster panties would usually be, he skimmed the skin gently, causing her to shudder with appreciation at the awareness running though her body at 90 mph, she was going to cum. She could feel the build up, he was lightly tracing the tan line, her mind was blowing.

"Come on Tory baby, cum for me, I know your close"

He moved his left hand back up quickly gently squeezing the nipple, her body started to convulse, he eyes shutting as the shaking consumed her senses. Her whole body shrieking and her moans becoming squeals of pleasure.

"That's it, yeah that's it" he whispered in her ear. Dragging the left shoulder strap down and the flimsy material covering her plump breasts down until up was folded up past her ribs. His left hand cupping her breast possessively, gripping, tugging and flicking at her bruised nipple.

His right hand moved onto her aching cunt. She hadn't expected it- he had been placing such avid attention to her breasts she had nearly forgotten about the center of where his attentions should be. He moved his fingers over the over the short triangle of dark, blonde curls covering her puffed-up pussy lips. Gliding his fingers over the opening of the lips he felt her hot and slick pussy juices seep though her folds. She could feel him pushing his fingers past them to her inflamed clit, he touched and she burst again, the shudders racked over body- she felt herself slip. Andrews put his left arm around her just under her round breasts, holding her up.

"Oh- OH god, Andrews!"

"Callum" he pressed in her ear. "Say it! Say my name, say Callum, I want to hear my name on your lips when I push into you, say it."

"Callum" she repeated willingly "Callum"

"Good girl, good girl" he said hoarsely pressing harder on her swollen clit, her moans turning to cries. Slipping his fingers lower he urged her fingers further apart. "Look into the mirror" came the small command near her ear. She looked up. Her hair was dishevelled, her eyes glassy, he lips plump and bruised with colour. His left arm was still rest underneath her breasts, his thumb grazing gently over her right, untouched nipple. She moaned. His right fingers were going further and further towards her cunt, he cupped her. She gasped. The moaned again as she felt his long index finger dive into her hot folds, he slipped into her and she tossed her head back onto Callum's torso.

He pressed into the wall of her cunt with his finger and then slip another one in, pushing and tickling her insides, pulling them out and in, she could only imagine it was him, she wouldn't have to wait long, but it made her even more wet thinking about it, her liquids pouring slowly onto his fingers, dripping on his hand. She was so close, so close and he came out. She moaned a protest. And unzipped his trousers rubbing his long dick behind her. With out his hand holding the remains of the dress up, it had slipped to her feet, his arm still around her, he lifter her out of the dress that had pooled at her feet and nestled her against the hardness of his cock behind her.

She could feel some of the pre-cum drip onto her back she had to touch it- she just had to. Bending forward out of the gaze of the mirror, legs still parted she reached for under her legs. Gripping him she rubbed him in her palm and against her ass, nuzzling him. Holding his like a joy stick, only this was a whole different kind of joy she would get from this stick, she thought as she circled her thumb over his velvet bell-end, hearing his gasps and grunts of pleasure she smiled to herself. She could see the pre-cum now, whereas before she could only feel it. She had to get closer she had to taste it, if only a little. Skimming her tongue over his fiery end soon stopped her exploring, he cried out and lifted her head back up to the mirror.

"Little witch" he said with a hoarseness in his voice he couldn't hide.

"I'm not cumming until I'm inside you" he said lower both of his hand over her abdomen, lowering them further till they grip her thighs hard, he lifted her up and her calves wrapped around his legs, her upper body swung forward, her breast bouncing slightly as her hand braced her on the vanity table.

"Look in the mirror, I want to see you when I push into you, when you cum while I'm inside you. And donÃ¢â‚¬Ëœt forget-"

"Callum" she remembered, how could she not? "CALLUM! Hurry I need you inside me. NOW!"

Aligning himself with her cunt from behind, rubbed the tip of his cock, provocatively over it. "Are you sure you want it now?" he teased, she heard the smile in his voice. "What it I-"

"NOW!"

With one quick thrust he went the hilt, he moved his hands to her hips, gripping her. A shriek passed her lips and she tossed her head back in ecstasy.

"LOOK!" he urged. Her head came back up and started back at him though the mirror, his eyes like an ocean storm as he pumped into her, out, in, out. Her mouth jittering with silent moans, her eyes begging to shut, while he brain screaming no.

"Oh god, OH Callum!" she moaned her knuckles turning white, from gripping the vanity.

A slight chuckle came from his lips, it into a moan as her insides began to contract around his still hard cock, it going deeper and deeper. Her insides squeezing him as she began to shudder her climax, Callum shuddering too.

"Oh baby yeah, oh Tory!" he let out haggardly as he filled her with his creamy cum, some sliding back out onto his cock. He moved his hands to her waist pulling her to him and onto the floor, wrapping his arms around her and said.

"Mirror, Mirror on the wallÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"

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What a difference

redryder259369 5178 days ago on Fetish Stories

It all started out a day one day at my girlfriends. She was trying on clothes and showing off her curvy body to me. Whilst she was pulling on a pair of tight jeans, i saw a surprised look come across her face,

"tom!" she said,

"what" i replied startled

"do you realize how nice and curvy your body is?" she said

"i guess not as much as you" i chuckled

"let me dress you up!" she squealed

"no wayyy" i protested, but i could tell that she was not going to give up.

"fine no more sex!" she yelled, damn i was beat.

"fine", we spent the rest of the afternoon dressing me up in her tight jeans, mini skir

ts, and slutty halloween costumes. She then told me about a party that one of her friends were having and that i should go with her as a girl.

"no, thats where i draw the line" i said, i was still wearing a sexy little maid costume and i had makeup on, she slowly walked over to me in her slutty bee costume, i was mesmerized by her perfect tits and her curvy waist. She pushed me on to the bed and kissed me passionately. i started undressing her when she said

"uh uh, only if you go to the party", already caught in the moment i agreed and had my way with her. later on that night i met back up with her at her house to get dressed up. she was already dressed in a pair of super short shorts, with a very low cut t-shirt. apparently she had an outfit already picked out for me. She made me wear a pair of spandex shorts to hide my bulge, then she handed me a pair of pants with some holes in them.

"there is no way i am going to fit into these" i said

"of course you will" she grinned, i squeezed into the tight jeans, they plumped my ass into a perfect shape, i got a hardon just looking at my legs and ass in the pants, and even with the hardon it wasnt visible that i was a guy. She a realistic pair of fake boobs that she had gotten for a previous boyfriend as a joke, i strapped them with the skin colored tape they blende right into my skin. I was 3/4 of they way to looking like a girl and i coulndnt beleive it. She hande me a skimpy lace bra an then a tight strapless top. i squeezed it on and it pulled my torso so tight, it made me look like a very very hot girl. She then gave me a blonde wig, and we put on make up. We took a bunch of pictures and i couldnt believe how much i didnt recognize myself. We walked to her friends house and we both received alot of comments on the way. We arrived and she immediately left to find some drinks. Wandering around a guy approached me,

"hey hotstuff" i did my best to blush and used my girliest voice,

"hey, whats ur name?" i said, i figured nobody knows me, so y not have fun with it.

"lets not worry about that", he said

"same here" i mimicked, just then my girlfriend arrived with some margaritas, we all three sat down and began draining the drinks and talking to the mysterious guy, before i realized it the house was packed and everybody was dancing. i gave my girlfriend a nervous glance

"go ahead" she motioned, the guy must have noticed us because he immediately asked me to dance, lost for words i got up and followed him. we got out on the dance floor, i had a really good buzz, so i had no problem dancing, we danced for about 10 minutes then i felt him move around behind me and grab my waist

"hang on a minute" i said, i walked up to the bar and got three shots immediately chugging them, feeling the effects i made my way clumsily to the dance floor, i found my partner and present my back to him, he moved up close and we began dirty dancing, i slowly started getting dirtier and dirtier as i moved up and down on him, grinding on his leg, i felt him move really close, i slid my ass across his waist and i felt a giant bulge. figuring i wouldnt even remember it in the morning i started sliding my crack up and down on the growing bulge on his leg. we dance for another thirty minutes, then he pulled me off to the side, he slowly kissed me and we stayed there for 10 minutes making out in front of everybody. realizing i wanted more i pulled him into a room and shoved him on the bed, i pulled down his pants and they released a 10 inch rock hard dick, i slowly lowered my mouth over his head, i felt him shudder, i began sucking up and down slowly going more and more till i deepthroated the whole thing. I felt dick get hotter and begin to tense up, i pulled it out and started stroking it while i licked the head, all of the sudden i felt a burst of hot jizz burst all over my face, he then bent down and kissed me while licking his sperm off. He thanked me and i headed for the door ready for more dancing, i felt him put his hands around my waist and pull me back as i accidently turned off the light, at a loss for words i felt myself fall on his chest as his dick slid up from underneath in between my legs, he slowly started pushing me up and down using my legs as a pussy as we dry fucked, i felt myself cum in my pants, he then pushed me off and pulled down my pants and underwear at once, luckily it was in the dark and my dick immediatly sprang out keeping him from noticing it behind me, he grabbed a bottle of lotion and smeared it on my asshole, i grabbed a chair to hold myself up, ready for the attack. I felt his dick press on the entrance to my ass, and then with one quick motion he thrust all ten inches up into me, i gasped and felt pain followed by pleasure, he started pumping his dick in and out of my asshole, after about a minute i realized that i was moaning in pleasure, the whole house had to hear me i was moaning and moaning so loud. i felt his dick get hot and i squeezed my ass together to clamp down on his dick, he gushed load after load into me, causing me to burst out in yelling of an orgasm. i felt him slump over me and his heavy breathing on my neck, he got up and sat on the bed, while i dressed and fixed myself back up, i turned on the light once i was done to see him asleep on the bed. i proceeded downstairs to find myself another partner ; )

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Amy's Second Gift

CZuck83 5178 days ago on Fetish Stories

Round Two

I pull on the restraints, making sure everything is tight.Ã‚Â Your wrists and ankles chained together, hogtied with leather and steel.Ã‚Â I bend down to kiss you passionatly, your eyes staring into mine, you tell me that you're ready for me in every way possible.Ã‚Â We exchange our loving words, then you assure me that you are ready for me.

I pull you to the edge of the bed, your head over the side, letting your head fall back.Ã‚Â I get closer, reach across and begin to massage your already wet clit.Ã‚Â As my fingers slide their way inside of you, you open your mouth and first, suck on my balls, hanging directly in front of your face, when I'm as hard as possible, I take my cock into my free hand and push it through your lips.Ã‚Â Your tounge works over

my smooth member, as I work it in and out of your loving mouth.Ã‚Â You extend your neck, wanting more of it. Ã‚Â

"Are you ready for it?"Ã‚Â I ask, your mumbles and continues sucking tells me that you are, so I take place both my hands on either side of your face and slowly slide my cock deeper into your mouth,Ã‚Â you cough as I hit the back of your throat, I begin to pull back, but you signal to me not to, so I shove it back into your throat.Ã‚Â I feel the breath from your nostrals against my sac, and know that you can handle it all, so I slowly begin to rock my hips, bringing my dick in and out of your mouth, slowly building momentum until Ive achieved a steady motion....

"You like me fucking your little face, dont you?"Ã‚Â I ask, you mumble a definite affirmative.Ã‚Â My hands slide farther behind your head and pull it closer, my humping slowly gets faster, shoving my cock as far in as I can, occasionally pausing to hold it deep in your throat.Ã‚Â You occasionally gag, but I keep pushing, breaking every few seconds to let you take in some air before returning to the fuck fest.Ã‚Â We continue for several minutes until I feel the build getting ready to erupt.Ã‚Â I pull your face as close as possible and shove my cock deeper then I have yet, pulling back only as I begin to flow.Ã‚Â I release jet after jet of cum into your mouth, your loving tounge moving to catch every last drop, as the smile on your face widens. Ã‚Â

As I dry out, I give your throat a couple final thrusts, ensuring that you've recieved every drop of my juice.Ã‚Â When I'm sure I'm clean, I pull out and wipe the sweat from my chest.Ã‚Â I look down at your smiling face, and I know that you want more.Ã‚Â So I grab your legs and spin you around on the bed.Ã‚Â I pull out a condom and slide it over my still hard member, then climb onto the bed, push your legs back to spread you wide and shove my cock hard into your soaking pussy.

You scream in pleasure, as I push my self into you and bend so that our lips can meet.Ã‚Â You slide your tounge into my mouth, as I drive my cock in and out of you.Ã‚Â Our mouths release as you scream in pleasure, your pussy lips clench tight around my cock, as your body tenses in extasy.

I shoot another load, as I finish you off.Ã‚Â I release your binds and fall tired to the bed.Ã‚Â You roll over, wrapping your arms around my neck and we kiss once again.Ã‚Â I wrap my arms around your waist and hold you close to me, our legs entwined, our arms embraced and our lips connected for a few more moments.Ã‚Â We release our kiss and fall alseep, wrapped in each other's warmth, knowing that life is perfect as long as we are together.

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My own Medicine

Dman1000 5178 days ago on Fetish Stories

The door shuts as the tall red head locks the door behind her. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hi IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m nurse June, you must be Derrick, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢v been told that you are having trouble ejaculating. Tell me about it.Ã¢â‚¬Â Well itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s like thisÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â I lean against the wall not quite sure what to do with myself. Ã¢â‚¬Å“For the past few weeks, whenever I would masturbate I could never ejaculate and I would only receive small orgasms. On a normal session I would work at it for a few hours and then give up.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“hum, I think I know what the problem is but I will have to look to make sure. Remove all of your cloths.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Times New Roman">I paused not sure what to do or if I heard her right. Ã¢â‚¬Å“DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t worry IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be gentileÃ¢â‚¬Â she said with a smile as she sat down on the stole. I kicked off my shoes and my nerves begin to grow. I took a deep breath and removed my shirt. I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help but think how luck I was to have to do this in front of a woman. My shorts dropped to the floor, her eyes moved from my face to my genitals. I diverted my eyes from Nurse June as I lowered my boxers. As soon as I had stepped out of them June rolled her stole in from of me. She reached out with her left hand and took hold of my limp cock. Her hand was cold but soft. She held my cock strait up in the air as she fondled and massaged my balls with her right. I was glade she wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t warring gloves, I hate the feel of latex. I was just getting into her messaging my balls when at once she moved her stole over to the table leaving me standing naked and confused. She was writing in her folders, as I asked Ã¢â‚¬Å“so, is it whatÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â cutting me off to reply Ã¢â‚¬Âyes, your sperm is blocked, but we can fix it here today. I need you to get one of those gounds on.Ã¢â‚¬Â There was one on the table, I started to get dressed init. Nurse June finished writing Ã¢â‚¬Å“lay down on the tableÃ¢â‚¬Â I did so. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Are you nervous?Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“YesÃ¢â‚¬Â I said softly. Ã¢â‚¬Å“DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t worryÃ¢â‚¬Â June said Ã¢â‚¬Å“Nurse Alyse will be taking care of you. YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll like her, sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s young, blond and ready to ease any nearness you might have. But for now close your eyes and take deep breaths.Ã¢â‚¬Â Nurse June took my hands above my head. I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t what she was doing until I felt metal rings close around my wrists. I opened my eyes to see that Nurse June had handcuffed me to the bed. I stared to struggle. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Just relax Derrick, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s for your protection, this can get a little rough.Ã¢â‚¬Â She smiled at me as said it and I believed her. She sank down and poled up a blanket and spread it over me. Ã¢â‚¬Å“It might be a little while until nurse Alyse comes. This will keep you worn until then.Ã¢â‚¬Â Nurse June turned and then left closing the door behind her.

I felt like an hour had passed when the door handle turned. I looked up to see a short, young blond woman enter the room, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hi DerrickÃ¢â‚¬Â she said. She had a covered tray that she set down on a table beside the bed but it was higher then my head so I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t see what was on it when she removed the cloth. I could only make what I thought was a blue round plastic object. Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m Nurse Alyse, I hear you have an ejaculation problem, well IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m hear to fix it.Ã¢â‚¬Â She had a wonderful smile. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Are you ready?Ã¢â‚¬Â She asked as she removed the blanket that covered me. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I guess soÃ¢â‚¬Â I replied. Ã¢â‚¬Å“goodÃ¢â‚¬Â. She polled the knots holding the gound together then pulling it to the side reviled my soft cock. That is a very pretty cock you haveÃ¢â‚¬Â. I said nothing. She took a bottle of k-y lube and pored some into her hands. One hand gently stroked my cock and the other massages my balls. You seen nervous, are you? Ã¢â‚¬Å“A littleÃ¢â‚¬Â, Ã¢â‚¬Å“I know what will helpÃ¢â‚¬Â she said. She moved backwards until I could see her head to toe. Reaching up she unzipped her white Nurse uniform, her beautiful C tits rolled out as she stood in nothing but her red g-string. She gave me a wink and pulled down her paints reviling a neatly trimmed monde of public hair. Ã¢â‚¬Å“What do you think?Ã¢â‚¬Â, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Your very sexyÃ¢â‚¬Â. Ã¢â‚¬Å“ThanksÃ¢â‚¬Â as she ran her hands over her breaths. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I have to get you really heard nowÃ¢â‚¬Â with that she took a penis pump off the try and guided my cock into it. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Will this hurt?Ã¢â‚¬Â I asked Ã¢â‚¬Å“no, but you will feel it.Ã¢â‚¬Â I felt the rim of the pump press down around my cock and I watched as she toke the handle and pumped three times on it. Each time I felt my cock expand and get polled. It was uncomfortable and pleasurable at the same time. Ã¢â‚¬Å“How does this feel?Ã¢â‚¬Â She asked. Ã¢â‚¬Å“All rightÃ¢â‚¬Â I said. Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m going to pump you a few more times, just relaxÃ¢â‚¬Â I took a deep breath as she pumped it. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as she pumped my again. As she pumped my for the six time I let out a cry of pleasure, Ã¢â‚¬Å“oh god that feels goodÃ¢â‚¬Â, Ã¢â‚¬Å“glad to hear you enjoyed it.Ã¢â‚¬Â Alyse smiled. She pulled the penis pump away, my rock hard cock lay against my belly. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Time for the handjob, this is my favorite partÃ¢â‚¬Â. Watch as she put on latex gloves and a vibratory off the try. Holding my cock up in the air, she ran the vibratory over the underside and head of my cock. Ã¢â‚¬Å“You must be enjoying this!Ã¢â‚¬Â I smiled. She guided the vibratory over my head and down my cock and onto my ball then back up again several times. She took a deep breath, Ã¢â‚¬Å“you not cumming like I expected, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m going to have to try something else.Ã¢â‚¬Â With that she spread my legs and sat down at the end of the bed facing me. She unhooked her shoes, reviling her lovely feet. She put her feet on my chest, Ã¢â‚¬ÂIÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m going to give you a footjob now but I need you to suck my toes, ok?Ã¢â‚¬Â, Ã¢â‚¬Å“WhyÃ¢â‚¬Â I asked, Ã¢â‚¬Å“because it well get me wetÃ¢â‚¬Â. She moved her right foot to my lips. Ã¢â‚¬Å“PleaseÃ¢â‚¬Â She begged. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth, her toes dived in and I sucked and licked them the best I could. Removing her foot she said Ã¢â‚¬ÂNow the right oneÃ¢â‚¬Â and put her right foot to my mouth, I suck and licked it as well. Ã¢â‚¬Å“ThanksÃ¢â‚¬Â as she removed her foot from my mouth, Ã¢â‚¬Å“now for the footjobÃ¢â‚¬Â. She grabbed the bottle of K-y and covered her feet with it. She took my cock in between her feet and stroked slowly up and down. It felt amazing, I begin to moan with each stroke and she quickened her pace. I was sweating and moaning Ã¢â‚¬Å“oh My God this is so fucking good. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢M GOING TO CUUUUUMÃ¢â‚¬Â My hips buckled and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. A long stream of sperm shot up and landed on her ankle as my cock pored cum down my shaft all over her feet and on my balls. I lay back breathless. Ã¢â‚¬Å“that must have feel amazing, now its time for you medicine.Ã¢â‚¬Â Alyse grabbed a mettle spoon off the try and begin to collect my sperm from her feet and my balls into it. Once it was filled to the brim with my sperm Alyse get off the bed and stands beside me again. Ã¢â‚¬Å“It that my medicine?Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yes it isÃ¢â‚¬Â as she hodes the spoon in frond of my mouth. Ã¢â‚¬Å“But thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s my spermÃ¢â‚¬Â I said, Ã¢â‚¬Å“I know, you need to drink itÃ¢â‚¬Â. Ã¢â‚¬Å“NO, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m not going to drink my own spermÃ¢â‚¬Â I exclaimed. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Look Derrick either you drink your sperm willingly or I will have to force you to drink it. Please donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t make this hard for youÃ¢â‚¬Â. Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m not drinking itÃ¢â‚¬Â I said. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Fine. Here it goesÃ¢â‚¬Â. She grabbed the blue object which turned out to be a funnel and put it to my lips. I tried to close my mouth but she forces the tip of the funnel through my teeth and into the back of my through. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Now you are going to drink you spermÃ¢â‚¬Â, with that she turned the spoon upside down over the funnel as my sperm pored out into the hole at the bottom and flowed into the back of my throat. It was worm and salty and it had a horrible taste. Nurse Alyse removes the funnel and held my mouth closed with one of her hands and massaged my throat with the other. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Just let it slide down you throat.Ã¢â‚¬Â I tried to stop but her messaging made it impossible and I had to give in, with a loud swallow I let my sperm down my throat. Ã¢â‚¬Å“ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a good boy. See that wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t so bad, was it?Ã¢â‚¬Â She smiled and I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help but to nod my head no. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, now that it over I need to clean you upÃ¢â‚¬Â. With that she pointed my sperm covered cock to her mouth and suck the remaining cum into her mouth, taking her cock out of her mouth she gave a load swallow and smiled. I smiled back. Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â

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My Sister's Best Friend's Feet

MrEggplantsexo 5178 days ago on Fetish Stories

Hiya. My name is Prosper. I'm 16 years old, blah blah blah and all. I'm really sure you don't give a damn how I look, but I will tell you I'm packin' 8 inches! But that's besides the point. Now I'll come out and say it- I'm a foot guy. I love feet. Now one day, my litte sisterÃ‚ Dawn had over some friends. One in particular, Kayla, was pretty attractive. Not some big fancy porn star model with size Q breasts, but still sexy. I'll let you make an image of her yourself. My sister and her friends decided that they were going to go to one of the other girls houses, who lived close, because she was basicly rich. A huge pool, lots of those Dancing games you see in arcades ((Dance Dance Revolution and the such)), a trampoline, you name it, she had it. But Kay

la decided to stay at our house, for reasons I THEN didn't know. It had been only but a few minutes after my sister had left that I had the 'urge to splurge' so to speak. I open the bathroom door, and I see a rather odd site.

Kayla had been in the bathroom... licking the sole of her foot and fingering herself. Obviously, I stared. "Uhm.... It's not what you think?" she mumbled. "Why are you licking your foot, Kayla?" I asked. Needless to say, I had a huge boner at the moment. "Well... I dunno... I just kinda like licking my foot, I guess. It kinda turns me on to get my feet licked..." In my brain I was dancing around, I was so excited. "I see..."Ã‚ I said. "Come with me a sec." She followed me into my sisters room, after which I locked the door.

========((The sex starts here you horny bastards)=====================

She sat down on my sisters bed. I sat next to her and asked "Mind if I help with that?" She blushed, but nodded. I started to slowly lick the sole of one of her feet, and almost instantly she made a soft moaning noise. 'Wow, she really IS turned on by this...' I thought. "Hey Kayla? If you want, feel free to get undressed." She took my advice, and afterwards I started licking again, slowly going faster and faster, and then moved on to kissing her toes. She was moaning loudly now, no doubt from her rapid fingering of herself. I decided to get undressed myself, and started to thrust into her. We passionatly kissed as I thrusted into her more and more until I felt that I was about to cum. "Pull out" she said. When I did she took her feet and started stroking my cock, I felt like I was going to explode! Not 2 minutes after she started I shot a massive load of my cum all over her feet and toes. When I did she gave me a sly smile and licked it all off. Without saying another word, we got dressed and went into the living room and watched TV until my sister and the rest came back. Of course, thats not to say we didn't have fun again... perhaps we had more fun with another person.

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my best friends sister

moltyj 5178 days ago on Fetish Stories

I have a smoking fetish, although I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t tell you the exact date it started. I just found that one day anytime I saw a woman smoking a cigarette, I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help myself. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d automatically picture her on her knees in front of me, wisps of smoke pouring from her mouth as she took a drag and then engulfed my cock. And it seemed that the moment I realized this, everyone I knew started to smoke. Everyone.

Which brings me to my story. I was 18 at the time and in a rock band, and the bass player Kevin introduced me to a girl named Jackie he had met at school the day before. She was barely 16, with short brown hair, tight body, and a really sweet ass. She started coming to our practices, and then her brother would come along as well. None of us sm

oked at the time, except for the occasional cigar, and Jackie wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t even do that. She was a health nut, and I never even saw her eat red meat. JackieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s brother and I hit it off real well, so we started hanging out, which gave me ample time to get to know his sister, and to be around her.

Well, college came, and I left and went away. I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t see Jackie or her brother Phil for that whole time, and my smoking fetish grew and grew during that time, although I could never find a girl who would smoke for me during sex. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d often imagine it while I was fucking some girl at college, that sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d light up and blow smoke in my face while I was on top of her ramming my cock into her snatch. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d blow my load on her stomach, continuing to imagine that she was smoking while my cum splattered on her tummy.

Then, two days before I was to go home for the summer, I got an e-mail from Phil. He said that he and my friends were throwing a party for my return. I smiled, knowing what had happened at some of the parties we threw in high school, which made me look forward to going home even more. If IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d known then what I know now, I would have flown home.

I pulled my car into PhilÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s driveway and parked it, and was greeted by a most glorious sight. There was a group of girls on his front deck, all of them smoking. As I got to the porch, they girls parted to let me to the door, and I had to walk sideways so they wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t see the giant erection I had. When they parted, I was offered another incredible sight: this girl with short blonde hair and the most incredible body I had ever seen. From behind, I saw her take a long drag, and exhale through her nose and mouth. I nearly came in my pants right then. When she turned around and let me see her face, I did. Her pouty lips held her cigarette, a Marlboro Menthol Light, and the contrast of the white on those ruby-red lips sent a shiver up my spine. It was Jackie, PhilÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s sister, and she had grown into on of the hottest women I had ever seen in my life! When she saw me, she took a quick drag and rushed to me, exhaling as she went to hug me, and the smoke hit me right in the face.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Sorry about that,Ã¢â‚¬Â she said as she hugged me tightly. Her breasts were pressing against my chest, and I knew she felt the bulge in my crotch.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“No problem at all,Ã¢â‚¬Â I said. Ã¢â‚¬Å“And when did you start smoking?Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Couple of months ago, when school got rough,Ã¢â‚¬Â she replied.

She released me form the hug and I decided to spend some more time with her on the porch. I took my own smokes out and lit one, exhaling through my nose as I usually did. We talked for about ten or fifteen minutes and she chain-smoked the entire time, driving me insane. She was sneaking peeks at my crotch from time to time, obviously noticing the growing tent there. I too was taking my own looks at her tight top, showing her hard nipples in the chill air. When my eyes met up with hers again I caught her in the middle of a drag; she snap-inhaled, pursed her lips, and exhaled a wonderful stream of smoke, all the while keeping eye contact with me. I finished my smoke and quickly hurried inside to find a bathroom to relieve myself in more ways than one.

I went inside and upstairs to PhilÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s room, cause he had his own bathroom and I needed some privacy. I finished pissing and stood in front of the sink, letting my pants fall to my ankles as I gripped my 8Ã¢â‚¬Â cock and started pumping. I envisioned Jackie this time, as I never had, on her knees in front of me, sucking my hard cock and taking breaks to smoke her cig, all the while blowing the smoke over the tip of my cock. I was so wrapped up in my fantasy that I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t hear the door to PhilÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s room open, or the door to the bathroom creak. But I did hear the gasp, and I struggled to pull my pants up as I turned around. Jackie was in the doorway, her mouth hanging wide open, burning cigarette in her right hand. I turned red, thoroughly embarrassed, and made my way past her to sit on PhilÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s bed. She sat down across from me in a chair, taking nervous drags on her cigarette.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Jackie, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m sorry,Ã¢â‚¬Â I stammered.Ã¢â‚¬ÂI thought I was alone up here.Ã¢â‚¬Â I still couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t take my eyes off her lips as she smoked, and the image I had jerked off to came flooding back into my head.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s alright Jerry,Ã¢â‚¬Â she said as she exhaled smoke. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I shouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have walked in on you like that. I should haveÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â

Her voice was slightly slurred, and I could tell she had been drinking some, but when she stopped speaking I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know why. Then I looked down and saw my cock poking up through the fly in my jeans, which I had forgotten to zip. I put my head in my hands and hung my head.

Then, I heard a sound, and when I uncovered my face, Jackie was on her knees before me, resting one hand on my thigh as the other took my cock.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Let me make it up to you,Ã¢â‚¬Â she said. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Let me make up for embarrassing you.Ã¢â‚¬Â She took a long drag on her smoke, and went to put it out in an empty can near the bed, but I stopped her.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Keep smoking,Ã¢â‚¬Â I said, as I pulled her head toward my cock. I saw a naughty smile form on her face right before her lips wrapped around my cock, and I saw and felt smoke exhaled through her nose as she began to suck. I fell back on the bed, turning my head down so I could watch her. She had apparently sucked a couple of dicks in her day, because she was bobbing on my cock like a pro. She pushed her head down on it, trying to take it all, and I could feel the back of her throat as it caressed the tip of my rock-hard dick. She stopped sucking, and before I could wonder why, she moved her cigarette to her now smeared lips, taking a drag while she was still sucking me off. I nearly blew right then, but I held off. This was a fantasy come true. The next time she took a drag, I pulled her head off my cock with an audible slurp and brought her up to face me, and I could see the wanton need for sex in her eyes. I kissed her then, and she ran her tongue into my mouth while blowing her mouthful of smoke into mine. I inhaled it, this new naughty sensation driving me even wilder. We kissed for a few more minutes, and she put her cigarette out. I kissed down to her perfect breasts, sucking each nipple in turn, then ran my hand down the front of her pants, and into her panties. They were soaking wet with her juices, and my hand practically glided to her pussy, and I parted her lips with a finger. I continued to work her slit while I unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them off of her with her panties.

Her bald pussy stared back at me, although I could see itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d been a few days since she shaved. She moaned and I wasted no time in driving my face into her waiting pussy, licking and sucking like there was no tomorrow. I sucked on her clit and I heard throaty moans escape her lips. I heard rustling above and looked up to see her resting on her elbows to watch me, an unlit cigarette hanging out of her mouth.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Jerry, light my cigarette while you eat me out,Ã¢â‚¬Â she said. I dug in my pocket for my lighter, and brought it up to her smoke with a shaky hand. It managed to get lit though, and she took a long drag, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she combo-exhaled, beautiful clouds of smoke coming out of her mouth and nose. When she looked back at me I took her cigarette from her mouth, took a big drag, spread her pink pussy lips, and slowly exhaled all over her moist cunt. She stared at me wide-eyed and pulled my face back into her snatch and seconds later she was having an earth-shaking orgasm, the lit cigarette hanging from her mouth as she gripped the sheets. She called my name out and I licked faster, sucking on her clit to intensify the feeling. She collapsed onto the bed, taking a drag as I stood up. She looked at me with lust-filled eyes, and as she exhaled, she spoke the two greatest words I had ever heard in my life:

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Fuck MeÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â

I dropped my pants, and she picked her legs up off the bed, peeking around them to watch me, taking drags on her smoke. I wasted no time, moving to her and throwing her legs over my shoulders, looking down on her as I drove my cock all the way inside her in one quick stroke. She was mid-drag and choked on the smoke as she gasped when I entered her, and I started mercilessly pounding her cunt, pulling all the way out and ramming it back in. She held her cigarette up for me to take a drag and I did, exhaling the smoke into her face. She moaned, placing the cigarette back into her mouth. She ran her hands up my sides, digging her nails into my ribs and I fucked her. I was on autopilot, ramming my 8Ã¢â‚¬Â cock into her tight cunt, when she did the unthinkable: she took a drag, her biggest yet, and pulled my face towards her. She pursed her lips, and blew her smoke into my face, extremely slow, all the while staring into my eyes. My dream had come true, and I picked up the pace even more. She came again quickly, her pussy pulsating around my shaft, and I knew it was over. I parted her legs to cum all over her stomach, but she looked up at me.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Cum in me, JerryÃ¢â‚¬Â¦donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t pull out.Ã¢â‚¬Â Her voice was breathy, and I could see the remnants of smoke as she spoke.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Jackie, I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢tÃ¢â‚¬Â¦what about getting pregnant?Ã¢â‚¬Â I asked.

She smiled at me, humping her ass up to meet me.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m on the Pill; please cum inside me. No one ever has.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Who was I to turn down her fantasy after she had fulfilled mine? I looked down at her as she kept smoking, and she raised her head to do a French inhale, looking at me the whole time. That was it for me; I shoved my cock deep twice, and I felt my come shoot out like a cannon, and it seemed like it was going to do that forever. She obviously felt it too, and I felt her pussy clamp around my cock as she had another orgasm. Minutes seemed to pass as I came inside her, never slowing down my furious pace. I finally collapsed beside her, my cock now growing soft inside her. She leaned in and kissed me softly, smiling at me.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve wanted to fuck you since I met you,Ã¢â‚¬Â she said.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“GoodÃ¢â‚¬Â¦then I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t feel so bad,Ã¢â‚¬Â I said. She put her arm under her head and continued to smoke as we talked, and needless to say, I was ready to go again real soon.

We started dating after that, but our relationship just couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t hold up to the heat of that night. WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re still good friends, and every now and then she indulges my need for a smoking fetish fix.

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Kryztal

Carmenica Diaz 5177 days ago on Fetish Stories

Kryztal

Carmenica DiazÃ‚Â

Kryztal Part 1 (of 10 Parts)

Ã‚Â The lid to Pandora's box was ajar.

Caroline Blaine was beautiful, haughty and a perfect bitch.

Perhaps this was why she was so successful as a lawyer. Caroline had the capability of going ruthlessly for the jugular while smiling sweetly at the judge. She had everything - beauty, career, a refined accent, and a handsome husband.

Life, on a superficial level, was great but in those rare honest moments, Caroline admitted cautiously that, perhaps, there was something missing.

Caroline was

a rarity in Hollywood as she was truly a natural blonde. That hair, together with legs to her armpits, large breasts, honey coloured skin and a warm and sensuous smile, made her the stuff men dreamed of and women envied.
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Even though Caroline had lived in California for ten years, she scrupulously maintained her English accent; in fact she became more British as the years went on as it gave her a distinct and different image. Caroline hadn't been back to London for six years and sometimes wondered what her old school friends in Chelsea would think of her now.

It was a different time, a different world , she would tell her self when old memories came back, I was a different person to what I am now.

The firm of lawyers that employed Caroline saw her as the perfect addition to their partner ranks - a beautiful young woman with a stylish English accent who was not ashamed to be a carnivore in the courtroom. Only in Hollywood could a lawyer look like a movie star while the movie stars looked and acted like lawyers.

It also helped Caroline's image that her husband of almost ten months was also a successful Hollywood agent and as ruthless as he was handsome. Hal had been blessed with perfect teeth, dark brooding eyes and a crooked grin that seduced women and put men off guard before he crucified them with delight. It was said around Hollywood that nobody closed a deal like Hal Blaine, nobody could outwit or out-negotiate Hal Blaine.

Originally from Georgia, he had spent several years in Boston before moving to California and his dress sense was impeccable. He favoured expensive American suits, crisp shirts with glittering cuff-links and, of course, always the perfect tie. In an industry where 'California Casual' was the fashion, he stood out as a man of style and a man that women always noticed when he walked into a restaurant.

Caroline sometimes thought the suits were just a little ostentatious and a little shiny for her tastes, not subtle and refined like the English or Europeans but, she told herself, it was America and Hal was certainly one of the best dressed men in her circles.
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He also had a voracious but casual appetite for sex. Caroline accepted the sex although she never achieved a real connection to it. Sex was something men needed and she accepted her lot as one who gave when the mood suited her.

On the surface, Hal and Caroline appeared to be remarkably suited to each other.
And they were, but not truly until Kryztal came into the picture.

Bea Rutledge was the most successful Madam in Hollywood and her girls only provided their special and discrete services to stars. Anybody that was making less than three point five million a movie could not get near one of Bea's girls; Bea's girls were special, and had specific tastes that would appeal to certain producers, directors and stars. A date with a Bea Girl was not a simple fuck, it was an event worth paying for, and paid they did, and then paid extra to remain anonymous.

Bea was not the stereotypical owner of a high class escort service; if they made a movie about her she would, of course, be played by some blowsy blonde, addicted to cigarettes and cheap cracks - Hollywood producers love stereotypes. Instead, she was short and slight with dark hair cut in a pageboy style, and she dressed severely in men's clothes and always wore dark glasses.
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It was rumoured Bea preferred women and had told Julia, a famous actor, that, 'Men think with their cocks, thank God! If they didn't, I'd be broke and I wouldn't have my lodge in Aspen. Women think with their hearts,' she had said softly, gently stroking the inside of Julia's wrist.
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It was also rumoured that Bea and Julia spent a week in a famous Hollywood hotel suite where they played many games that involved a dildo imported from Holland they had nicknamed Frederic. Apparently, so the story goes, when the epic week ended, Bea gave Frederic to Julia, who had it mounted on an polished stand and put it in her hall closet next to her Oscar.

Unfortunately, the law enforcement officials didn't turn a blind eye to Bea's business activities.Ã‚Â She always blamed the ultra conservative right wing of American politics, but not too loudly as a great deal of the conservative senators and congressmen were actually customers.
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Apparently, these conservative politicians enjoyed being flogged by a beautiful girl called Tanya dressed as a catholic schoolgirl. Tanya, who was twenty-four but appeared to be sixteen and specialised as Bea's Schoolgirl , always took to the flogging with relish and left her conservative clients gasping in pain.

Ã‚Â Sometimes, when she was watching television with her lover Sonja, she would giggle when she watched her customers secretly wince at press conferences or in interviews.

Ã‚Â But, political hypocrisy and desperate image consultants prodded the law into action and, therefore, Bea had to spend a healthy amount each year to retain the services of an accomplished firm of L.A. lawyers.
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And that firm was where Caroline worked.

From their first meeting, Bea and Caroline hated each other immediately and intensely. That meant, of course, that they were exceedingly polite to each other and smiled a lot. Men had no idea as to the extent of the mutual hatred between the women and sat in blissful ignorance in a minefield of hate. Women wished they could get out of the room before either Bea or Caroline produced a weapon of mass destruction from their Louis Vuitton handbags and dropped it on the polished conference room table.

Ã‚Â 'Prostitution is such a tawdry case,' Caroline had smiled sweetly at Bea, 'but I believe the current crack down will disappear soon and your hookers will be safe to walk the streets again.'

Bea inwardly seethed. 'My girls don't walk the streets, as well you know. They offer services far more detailed and caring than a quick roll in the hay. I imagine a quick roll in the hay with the lights off is what you occasionally give that new husband of yours, poor dear.'

'How dare you!' Caroline flushed deeply. 'Our sex life is very full, not that it's any of your business!'

'But it is my business,' Bea smiled thinly, gathering her handbag, 'Hal has a standing appointment with my girls every week.'

Caroline blinked and gaped as Bea opened the door. 'He comes for what he can't get at home,' was her parting shot. 'Call me if you want to know what he likes. It would appear that I know, but you don't!'

That night, Caroline almost attacked Hal and was very aggressive in their lovemaking. Why, she even forced herself to suck his cock for a few minutes before sitting astride him and ramming him into herself. All the time she was mechanically fucking her husband with an obsessed vigour and energy, Bea's taunting words haunted her.

She couldn't sleep and stared at Hal's sleeping face. Bea was lying, Caroline told herself, she had to be! Why would Hal go to her girls? I let him fuck me regularly, don't I? He loves me, doesn't he?

It became an obsession and, at last on Monday, she shamefully called Bea. 'Want to know what Hal likes?' Bea had mockingly asked in a voice laced with silken triumph.

'Yes,' Caroline had admitted, face red and feeling like crying. 'Yes, I do.'

Bea gave her an address. 'Be there at two-thirty on Wednesday. You'll get to see what floats Hal's boat.' Bea was laughing as she disconnected the call.

Caroline showed up at the appointed time dressed in a simple business suit and waited. Bea entered, as usual wearing dark glasses and they air-kissed with restrained hatred. 'This is Caroline,' she said to the two women standing beside her in black Armani pants suits. 'She wants to see Hal in action.' The women nodded and Bea slid some papers across her desk. 'Sign this, it's just a standard disclaimer for entering these premises.'

Caroline glanced at the papers but she was so upset at what was happening, so obsessed by it all, that she committed the number one sin of lawyers - she didn't read the documents before signing them.

Bea smiled. 'Go with the girls and you will see what Hal likes.'

The women led Caroline to a room with a large four-poster bed. 'I am Breanne,' one said, 'this is Zoe, take your clothes off.'

'What? Are you kidding...'

'Take them off or we will take them from you,' Breanne said calmly.
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'We'd much prefer if you struggled,' Zoe said with a cruel smile and Caroline suddenly felt frightened. 'We always enjoy a good struggle.'

Ã‚Â 'I don't...'

Breanne stepped forward and slapped Caroline hard across the face, so hard the force of it sent her reeling across the bed. 'Get naked, slut, or there will be more!'

'But...'

Zoe gripped a handful of Caroline's hair and tugged it viscously before slapping her again. 'This isn't a courtroom, sister. We don't do debates!'

Tears rolling down her wounded face, Caroline kicked off her shoes while she unbuttoned her coat. The two women stood with arms folded, smiling until Caroline was down to her coffee coloured lace bra and panties.

'Please...' she began but Breanne wouldn't let her continue.

'Naked, or I'll let Zoe take them off you!'

Sobbing incoherently, hoping the nightmare would be over once they stole her clothes, Caroline unsnapped her bra, and shimmied out of her panties.
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Zoe calmly gathered the clothes and Caroline stood with one arm across her breasts, the other covering her crotch. 'I've seen it all before,' Breanne said wearily, 'you've got nothing new and nothing special, baby.' Disdainfully, she offered a small drawstring bag. 'Jewellery - rings, watch, earrings, bracelets, put them all in here.'

Woodenly, Caroline complied, dropping her various pieces of jewellery into the bag. 'Hair clip,' Breanne prompted and Caroline removed it, her hair falling forward.

Zoe returned without the clothes and then both of them advanced on Caroline. 'What do you want...'

Breanne slapped her again and Caroline fell on the bed. Suddenly, leather cuffs were wrapped around her wrists and then attached to ankle cuffs so she was locked in an uncomfortable position, wrists to ankles, knees bent and exposed, so exposed.

The door opened and Bea entered, smoking a pink cigarette in an ebony holder, smiling. 'Now, that's much better. That has to go,' she said, gesturing at Caroline's pubic hair, 'he may recognise it.'

'Please...' Caroline whimpered, trying to move, but whatever position she tried, her pussy was openly exposed, her large breasts rolling over her rib cage, nipples stirring.

Breanne ignored her and the other woman held Caroline's legs apart as Breanne switched on the clippers she had suddenly produced. 'No...!' Caroline's head moved from side to side in her humiliation as the clippers ran roughly over her sensitive groin.Ã‚Â Zoe winked at her, sprayed her crotch with shaving lather and proceeded to shave. 'Don't move,' she warned and Caroline tried to bury her head in the bedclothes to hide from her own shame and Bea's mocking eyes. It was done, so smooth, and Zoe calmly removed the shaving cream with a fluffy blue towel.

Caroline had always privately referred to her vagina as her 'bits' and now her bits were so clearly visible. It was impossible for Caroline not to see her bald crotch; she stared down at it, her large intimate lips gleaming pinkly against the smooth skin.
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Breanne beckoned to Bea and pointed at Caroline's crotch. 'Look,' she said and Caroline turned her head away in shame as Bea leaned forward to look at her newly shaven groin.

'It's a birthmark,' Bea announced and Caroline knew Bea had identified the small almond shaped birthmark on her inner left thigh, situated where her leg met her groin. 'He might recognise it, so cover it.'

Zoe applied a thick coating of a flesh covered plastic skin over the birthmark and Bea smiled down at the red faced Caroline as they waited for it to dry.

Breanne and Zoe approached Caroline, both carrying bottles of scented oil.

Despite Caroline's protests and her horror at having two women intimately touch her, the women oiled every part of Caroline's body so she gleamed in the light and smelled of a musky exotic perfume. The oil, in Caroline's horrified eyes, made her large breasts look lewd and her now-bald bits, obscene.

'Why are you doing this?' Caroline cried but the three women ignored her.

'The hair,' Bea instructed, exhaling smoke and Breanne snapped a rubber cap over Caroline's hair, holding it close to her skull while she fitted a bright red wig on Caroline's head.

'A redhead,' Bea said maliciously, 'Hal loves to fuck redheads!'

'I'll sue you,' Caroline bawled. 'I'll see you in prison, you...'

'I doubt it,' Bea said evenly, 'you signed a release, baby.'

A leather hood was snapped on which covered her upper face to her nose, leaving her mouth and chin free, then closed around her throat. The ponytail of fake red hair emerged from a hole in the rear of the hood and Breanne locked it on with a gold lock.

They pried her mouth open and inserted a ring gag so her mouth was forced to form an 'O' and she couldn't make intelligible sounds. She drooled, her eyes rolling in the eye slits of the hood as they also locked it shut.

Breanne used the same blue towel to clean the make up from Caroline's lower face and then applied thick lipstick in a shade of orange Caroline would not be normally caught dead in.

'Roll her over,' Bea said, stubbing her cigarette out in a large glass ashtray.

Ã‚Â Caroline tried to resist but found herself face down, her head turned to the side and her fleshy bottom pointing to the roof, knees bent and her entire crotch obscenely displayed.
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Suddenly, she felt hands around her waist and she was lifted up while an enormous round cylinder of a cushion was slid under her breasts. When she slumped down on it, she was bent with knees on the bed; her upper body hanging over the cushion so her breasts wobbled free and her head hung uselessly. All the time, Caroline knew her legs were forced apart and she was helplessly displayed.

'Tattoo,' Bea snapped and Caroline tried to protest but her mouth could not form words, spittle rolling from her gaping mouth. 'Don't worry,' Bea laughed, 'it's not permanent.' A transfer was applied to Caroline's bottom on her left cheek and, in black, it said simply 'Pain Slut' .

'Turn the lights down low,' Bea instructed the others, 'our friend here is probably only used to being fucked in the dark.' Bea knelt down so her face was close to Caroline's. 'The tattoo says Pain Slut,' she said softly, 'and that's what you're going to be because it's what Hal likes. I don't think he'll recognise you with the hair, bald cunt and the tattoo but, then,' she laughed, 'he just might... you might have a highly individual cunt that he'll recognise it immediately.' She patted Caroline's arm. 'I doubt it though. Men are so unobservant and a cunt is a cunt when their dicks are hard.'

The women left Caroline alone in that ignominious position, face down, wrists and ankles connected so her knees were bent and her wobbling bottom and bits would be the first thing that anybody entering the room would see. Then, they would see her breasts hanging like udders over the cushion. Stupidly, the vain part of her wondered why they didn't leave her in a more flattering position.

She remained like that for ten minutes and then the door opened again. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Bea standing in the door way, her arm linked with Hal's as both looked in. 'This is Kryztal,' Bea said. 'She's new and she likes what you like. From opposite ends, of course,' she laughed.

'She looks great,' Caroline heard her husband's voice. 'You've got her all ready for me?'

'She's a submissive pain slut and we treat her that way. Of course, she loves it.'

'Okay, thanks Bea,' and, to her horror, Caroline saw her husband kiss her enemy's cheek.

'Oh, don't worry about condoms,' Bea said with a laugh, swinging the door shut behind her.

'You sure?'

'She loves bareback and she's clean.' The door shut and Caroline was alone with her husband.

'Well, hello Kryztal,' Hal said, his fingers lightly tapping Caroline's oiled and gleaming bottom. Caroline gurgled in the gag and then cried out as Hal slapped her bottom hard. Then he slapped it again and again until it was covered with red marks and it was stinging. Caroline felt humiliated and used but, strangely, she also felt aroused.

There's nothing I can do , she told herself, I'm helpless, go with the flow; Hal comes quickly so it will be over soon .

She heard him undressing and then rummaging in the chest of drawers. 'Bea always leaves me some toys,' he suddenly said, and Caroline tried to turn her head to see what he was doing.

His hand slapped her bottom again and she gurgled into the gag, then suddenly screamed as she felt him clamp something sharp over her nipples. 'I think nipple clamps are great, don't you, Kryztal?' Hal laughed as she wriggled and moved but it just made her breasts move all the more.

'I'm going to have fun,' he said, suddenly close to her ear, fingers roughly kneading her breasts, 'and I don't give a fuck if you do. It's my dime and I'm having fun.

Caroline yelped into the gag as two fingers pushed into her pussy, moving deep and searching. 'You are a pain slut,' he murmured, 'you're so wet.'

I'm wet , Caroline asked herself, I'm enjoying this?

Whistling, he removed something from the drawers and Caroline felt him buckle a wide strap around her waist, sliding it between her skin and the cushion, pulling it cruelly tight. A vibrator slipped into her pussy, moved in and out in a slow maddening rhythm and then was suddenly removed while fingers pushed something wet and cold on her bottom. No, she silently screamed, not that, please not that, not my bottom!

The vibrator began its relentless journey into her anus while Caroline gurgled and spluttered into her gag, drool escaping from her desperate lips. Suddenly, she felt a second vibrator slipping easily into her pussy and she was so full, so violated. The vibrators hummed into life and Hal connected another strap to the belt around her waist, jerked it between her legs and fastened it back to the belt, keeping the two pulsing vibrators securely in place.

Hal moved to the front, shoved his cock deep into her mouth that was held open by the gag and began to fuck her face. 'Make me happy, baby,' he said warningly, 'or you'll regret it. Come on, lick and suck.'

Tears were forming in her eyes. Her bits and bottom throbbed to the vibrators, her nipples painfully aware of the clamps, and Caroline desperately began to suck and lick her husband's cock with a vigour she had never before shown.

'Pathetic,' he said succinctly, removing his cock and jerking the clamps from her nipples in one swift movement.

The pain was enormous, worse than when he applied the clamps, and Caroline shrieked into the gag, her body rigid with the pain, her head turning from side to side while she tried to ignore the waves of agony.

Blinking the tears from her eyes, she saw his cock was in front of her face. 'Try again, bitch,' he said softly.

Caroline lunged for that cock, bringing her head over to it as quickly as she could before he did anything else to her. Hal slipped the cock into her mouth and smiled as she slavishly licked and sucked, trying to make him come so he would stop, leave her alone, anything!

'You are the worst cock sucker I have ever met,' he said, removing his cock and walked to the drawers, ignoring Caroline's gurgling pleas.

He returned with a strange device, a stubby handle that had many straps of leather attached to it and she stared at it, eyes wide, as he laughed quietly.

For the next twenty minutes he relentlessly used the flogger over her ass and back while the vibrators churned within her. Her muffled screams of pain became pleas of desire as her skin glowed red.
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On and on, he flogged - her bottom, her thighs, her back, nowhere was safe, and Caroline felt as if she was just one moaning animal of lust, trying to move her clit against the leather of the belt that was tightly fastened over her crotch. For the first time, Caroline's entire body was alive with lust and connected to sex. The lid to Pandora's box was ajar.

Hal dropped the flogger on the bed and surveyed his handiwork. The slut's skin was red hot and he unfastened the leather straps and laughed as the vibrator in her pussy immediately slipped out, lying glistening on the bed. With another laugh, he jerked the vibrator out of her bottom and Caroline moaned into the gag, the bedclothes wet from her saliva.

Without any thought or concern for her, he fucked her and fucked her hard. Touch my clit , Caroline silently pleaded, please , but Hal ignored her clit and focused on her cunt, ramming that large cock of his in and out.

Almost casually, he pulled out, leaving her vacant and empty, wanting more and, walking around, pushed his cock into her mouth. 'Last chance,' he whispered and she desperately sucked, tasting herself on his cock.

With a grunt, Hal came and his cum flooded her mouth while he forced her to continue, forced her to swallow until he finally pulled out, leaving her still face hanging down, his semen trickling through the hole in the gag, dripping on her dangling breasts

In a daze, desperately wanting to cum herself and still tasting his cum, she heard Hal dress and then saw dollar bills flutter onto the bed next to her head. 'There you go, pain slut ,' he laughed.

Hal turned to go but then returned as if he had thought of something and Caroline felt his fingers on her bits, feeling something hard being forced inside her. It was bigger than the vibrator and filled her, making her want so much more.
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He was chuckling as he left and Caroline felt something light caress her thighs and ass. He's inserted the handle of that whip thingy in me, she realised with horror and shame, he's left it there for them to see.

At that point, Caroline really wanted to die. It was an intense contradiction that she also wanted desperately to cum, that she was vibrantly and sexually alive.

A short time later, Breanne, accompanied by Zoe, entered and calmly unstrapped the gag from around Caroline's head. Gratefully, Caroline began to flex her jaws as the hood was unlocked and removed, as was the wig and skullcap.

Breanne put the items on the chest of drawers while the other woman released Caroline's ankles and wrist. 'I'll let you get that out,' she said with a smile, pointing at the flogger that poked from Caroline.

Face bright red, Caroline gently pulled it from her glistening wet bits and dropped it with disgust on the bed.

Groaning and wincing with pain, Caroline shakily got to her feet as Breanne put her clothes on the bed. 'There's a bathroom there,' she said, pointing at a small door Caroline had not noticed before. 'Be quick, we have to get the room ready for the next client.'

Caroline tottered into the bathroom. Her entire body was aching; her back, her bits and bottom and especially her nipples, which felt as if they were on fire. Her face felt as if the gag had mashed it and her bottom cheeks were burning.

Ã‚Â 'Oh, no,' she murmured when she saw the red marks over her back and bottom, 'how will I ever explain these?'

Bea, flanked by the other two women, was waiting for her when she reluctantly emerged from the bathroom, hair wet from the shower and walking gingerly.

Unable to look Bea in the eye, Caroline looked around for her handbag, saw it, and picked it up. 'I put his tip in your bag,' Bea smiled coldly, 'hookers always want their money.'

'You bitch,' Caroline said quietly, eyes lowered, just wanting to get out of the room.

'I wonder what Hal would think if he knew he had shoved the handle of a flogger into his wife's cunt after flogging her? Oh, don't worry,' Bea sneered when she saw Caroline's face go white at the thought, 'it will be our little secret. I imagine it would be difficult for you both to go on with your marriage when all your dirty secrets were out. How would you smile sweetly at each other over the breakfast table if you both knew? Pass the orange juice dear, and why did you push that flogger handle in my cunt last night?' Bea found that hilarious and laughed loudly.

'Fuck you,' Caroline said, pushing past.

'I think you were the one who got fucked,' Bea laughed, 'and I think you liked it.' The other women grinned when they saw Caroline's face flush. 'Give me a call if you want to come back, Kryztal,' Bea mocked, 'we've always got a slot on our roster for a pain slut!' Caroline slammed the door behind her.
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Resisting the urge to rub her smarting bottom through her skirt, she walked gingerly to the street, searching for a cab and wondering how she was going to hide the marks from Hal. She had no idea what would happen if Hal realised that Caroline knew of his activities and had even witnessed them first hand - really first hand.

It was a hateful experience she had endured but despite all her faults, Caroline actually loved Hal and believed, no, hoped, he still loved her.

I never knew he was such a dominating man , she thought, searching the street for a cab, so rough and powerful. It's a pity , the thought slipped into her mind, that he didn't let me cum .
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Punk Rock Goddess

DreadDawson 5178 days ago on Fetish Stories

Her name was Kristina. I remember the first time I saw her. It was the first day of Biology my freshman year. I didn't really know anyone yet and was sitting by myself. She walked in wearing a ripped black tanktop, fishnets and a black and white checkered skirt. She was petite, about 5'4 with a small frame but she still had these really nice breasts that you could plainly see because she obviously didn't like to wear bras. Black hair cropped short against her pale skin. She wasn't pasty or wearing alot of makeup like a Cure reject but she didn't get too much sun. And she had these blue eyes that just shot right through me.

At this point I should probably tell you that I have an established weakness for the ass-kicking alterna-girl. Which is unfortunate, because I'm not the kind of guy

the ass-kicking alterna girl goes for. I'm not ugly or anything. And I'm not that geeky. I'm just a regular guy. I don't have any tats. Or piercings. I'm not in a band. And my self destruction has never reached epic proportions.

Anyway, in walks this punk rock goddess. She looks around the room with that non-chalant I don't give a crap about anything pose alterna-girls have and then she finds herself a seat. At this point I am sprung. Like wood shooting out of my pants. Praying to god that she or anybody for that matter doesn't notice me staring at her through the entire first day of class.

Suffice to say, it took me half of first semester get up the courage to go talk to her. And she was nice. Didn't really show any interest in me, but she didn't ignore me. Didn't dismiss me. We chatted for a little bit and that was it.

Well, we were both heavy into the science department. She wanted to be a nurse. I was majoring in bio. We ended up taking alot of classes together. We were even lab partners once. I didn't get much done that semester.

One time our Junior year she was at my house studying for a midterm. Kristina was having difficulty with the endocrine system and we were studying pretty late into the night. I lived kind of far from campus and she didn't want to trek back to the dorms so she crashed at my place. In my bed.

Now she'd been in a relationship for awhile at that point. I don't remember his name. I'm sure he was in a band. I had been seeing this girl for like 2 months. Which is 6 months in college time. So, Kristina is lying next to me in my bed, wearing my t-shirt and a pair of my shorts. I'm wearing pajama bottoms, which I don't really do, and it is taking ALL of my self control not to roll over on top of her, press myself into her lithe body, feel her hips against my pelvis and her breasts pressed against my chest. But we don't. At one point we wake up and we were touching. God I wanted her. But nothing happened. Longest night of my life.

Fast forward. I graduate college. I get a job. It's mind numbing but it pays. Not much social contact. Not alot of prospects. Plus there's that whole don't shit where you eat thing. I start tutoring at the college I went to. Pick up a little extra cash and, I don't know, get out more. Interact with people. So, I'm walking towards my tutoring session and someone is just laying on the car horn. Damn near scared the shit out of me. I turn around and there is my punk rock goddes, smiling ear to ear.

Kristina gets out of the car, she looks...just sexy. She's got these two little tattoos on her waist, just inside her hip bones which, of course, are sticking out of her pants. I'm pretty sure girls do that just to drive me crazy. We hugged. Play catch up. I asked her how things are going with her musician guy. She smiled, "oh, we're not together anymore."

Proudly, I did not jump for joy. Instead I offered my sympathies. I told her we should get together, we exchange numbers. I walk away giddy.

I waited. Didn't call her that night. She might have just wanted to be friends. Words all men hate hearing. So, I waited. Called a few days later. Voice mail. damn it. Left a message. Tried not to sound too akward. Next day, no call. Day after that. Day after that. Weekend goes by. Fuck. I started thinking I called too early. I was too eager. Damn it.

A week went by. And then, on a wednesday night, there was a voicemail waiting for me. There was a show downtown. Some band I'd never heard of. She wanted to know if I could make it. I had to work the next day, but fuck it. I put on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt and went downtown.

I was in a club full of people I don't know. The girls were hot. The guys were lookin' territorial. I just wanted to find Kristina so I wouldn't feel so out of place. Wandered around for like 10 minutes and then there was a pair of hands over my eyes. "Guess who", she said.
"God, I hope that's you Kristina", I replied. I turned around and saw her smiling up at me. We hugged. I tried not to linger but I probably did.
"Come on," Kristina said, "you're buying me a drink".
And I did. We talked. Well, screamed was more like it. The band wasn't very good. But they were loud. She was in a nursing program and working in a bar at night. She broke up with the musician after he went on tour. Fucked some chick. Maybe more than one. "Fucker", I said. She nodded.

An hour, maybe two went by. Fuck, I wanted this girl. Her blue eyes were killing me. She had a tongue ring that made my cock twitch every time it came into view. And I just sat there. Talking.

Finally, she just looked at me, right in the eye. "So, when are you going to ask me to come home with you?"
"Right now" I answered.

I have never paid a tab that fast in my life.

We got to my apartment and she walked into the living room like she owned the place. She took off her jacket and dropped it on the floor. Undid her boots, kicked them off in separate directions, turned around and stared at me. She crooked her finger at me, motioning me to get my ass over there. Which I did. She just looked up at me with this expression of "And?". Daring me. Challeging me.

I ran my fingers through her black hair. She closed her eyes for a moment and a slight smile played on her lips. I leaned down and kissed her. Her tounge slid into my mouth. I'd never kissed a girl with a tongue ring before. And I was addicted from that point on. Her hand reached up to the back of my head and pulled me further into the kiss. http://www.internetisforporn.com/go.php?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nsgalleries.com%2Fhosted1%2Fns%2Fgals%2Feva-angelina6%2Findex.php%3Fid%3D104656&img=img446d9ccb9610fns-cash-eva-angelina.jpg" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker('/go.php?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nsgalleries.com%2Fhosted1%2Fns%2Fgals%2Feva-angelina6%2Findex.php%3Fid%3D104656&img=img446d9ccb9610fns-cash-eva-angelina.jpg');">The kiss became deeper. Rougher. My hand reached out to the waist of her jeans, I pulled her next to me. I wanted my rock hard cock pressed into her. As close to her pussy as I could get it. Her hands moved down my back, not lightly, until they came to my ass, where she squeezed and pulled me into her. I took my hand and placed it over her pussy. I started to rub it through her jeans. I could feel heat coming off her and her jeans getting slightly damp with her sweat and juices.

http://www.internetisforporn.com/go.php?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nsgalleries.com%2Fhosted1%2Fns%2Fgals%2Feva-angelina6%2Findex.php%3Fid%3D104656&img=img446d9ccb9610fns-cash-eva-angelina.jpg" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker('/go.php?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nsgalleries.com%2Fhosted1%2Fns%2Fgals%2Feva-angelina6%2Findex.php%3Fid%3D104656&img=img446d9ccb9610fns-cash-eva-angelina.jpg');">I kicked off my pants and picked her up. With her legs wrapped around my waist and my mouth sucking on her perky tits, I carried her into my bedroom. I set her down on the bed, trying not to just toss her down like a sack of flour. I kissed her while we got her pants off. She wasn't wearing any underwear. Who was this girl? What was she doing in my bedroom naked? The hair on her pussy was dark, but trimmed, neatly. I ran my hand over her clit while we kissed and lowered myself on top of her. Finally, I was on top of her. Kristina. My whole weight pressing into her body. I had waited years for this moment. We kissed on my bed, on top of the covers, my cock http://www.internetisforporn.com/go.php?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nsgalleries.com%2Fhosted1%2Fns%2Fgals%2Fnaomi6%2Findex.php%3Fid%3D104656&img=img446d9ccbbfd23ns-cash-naomi-6.jpg" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker('/go.php?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nsgalleries.com%2Fhosted1%2Fns%2Fgals%2Fnaomi6%2Findex.php%3Fid%3D104656&img=img446d9ccbbfd23ns-cash-naomi-6.jpg');">directly over her pussy. Slowly, I started to rock back and forth, sliding my cock across her clit. The sliding got faster, and my cock was in front of her cunt, the tip of it right at the entrance to her pussy. I remember thinking that I should get up and get a condom. Instead, my body put just a slight amount of weight forward. I could feel myself press, just slightly into her entrance. "Ok", I thought, "Now I should really get up and get a condom." But, and this shocked me, her hands were on my ass, and she pushed forward with her hips.

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I woke up in the morning naked, with her next to me. I rolled over and pressed her naked body into me. Immediately, I was hard again, with my cock pressed against her extremely tight ass. Kristina was still asleep, so I thought I would wake her up in a manner that would show my appreciation for last night. I got under the covers and put my head between her legs. I took my tongue and rand it over her slit, getting it wet and spreading the folds of her pussy until I could get at her clit. When I found my prize and took her clit in my mouth and sucked on it, I knew that woke her up because her fingers were running through my hair. I alternated lapping at her pussy and sucking on her clit until she started to squirm. Then I took two of my fingers and put them in her cunt. Damn, it was like sticking my fingers in hot water. Tight hot water. And so I lay there, finger fucking her while I tongued her clit. She started moaning.
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"Thank you." She said.
"You never have to thank me." I replied. I kissed her. And lowered my body on top of her. I wanted her again. I was about to slide my cock into her soaking wet cunt when I remembered how turned on I was when I woke up and I was pressed up against her from behind.
I didn't say anything. I just rolled her over onto her stomach. I used my legs to spread her thighs and ran my cock down the center of her exquisite ass until I was positioned right infront of her dripping slit. Her hand reached back and guided me in. I reached forward and cupped her breasts while I bit her ear. I fucked her from behind for as long as I could. Trying to hold onto it. But my bare cock in her hot cunt, fucking her from behind. It wasn't long before I was fucking her like an animal. Finally I wrapped my hands around her shoulders and pulled her back into me, slamming my cock as deep into her as I could go. I camed deep inside her. Then we just laid there, with me on top of her and my naked cock burried in her pussy.

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Her Scent

Fijian69 5178 days ago on Fetish Stories

-Her Scent-

At the age of 14 I had began spending most my time at my friend ben's. he had all my favorit games, his mom didn't care if we stayed up, and above all else It got me away from my crazy home life. At that point In time I was tall skinny and lanky. Never had sex, never kissed a girl. Addictied to porn, and I knew basically it all about sexual acts. Now ben's Older sister Emily played a large part of my hornyness. She was 19, light brown hair, medium height. She had amazing breasts that were saldy usually covered in a big sweater, or a sweatshirt. Her butt was her finest asset. It poped out like an apple, no matter what she wore.

To Explain bens family life an personality plays a large part in what happened. His mother divorced his fa

th when he was 3, and they had all lived together since then. They were a liberal family, not affraid to speak thier minds. They were in no way snobby, they just lived, and tried to laugh.

One Day when I was at his house, it was morning. Ben and I were in the TV room, playing sometype of video game. In front of where I sat I remembered a large new excersise bike. It basically blocked my view of the television, But I just glanced around it.

Emily entered the room shortly after We finished. I was relaxed in the small comfortable chair behind the bike relaxing. I knew at that point in time, she had been training alot for some run, or marathon. So she came into the room. First thing I noticed was her apperal. Her top was nothing out the ordinary, a gray zip sweatshirt. But her bottoms werethat of dreams. She had on a pair of those black, skin tight excersise pants. They hugged every inch of her lower half. she walked in, and ignored me sitting behind her, and got onto the bike. Ben took no notice to her when she began peddling, but I sure did. My eyes were locked hard on her ass as it jiggled against the bike seat. Her pace quickened and halted, and quickened and halted. Sweat began be build up on the back the seat. Her butt crack every once and a while pocked out, and I could see drips of sweat leaking down her crack.

This all went on for an hour, and in that time I was having extream difficulty keeping my cock hidden from sight. When she finally did finish, the amount of sweaty liquid from her body on the bike had doubled on the seat. She was panting and moaning in tiredness. When she got up, she did what almost made me cum in my pants. She got off the bike, and 3-4 feet in front of me, bent over ,and stretched out her limbs, spreading her legs, trying to loosen up. in her quick bend her crotch came to me sight. It was soaked in liquid. And little drips were hitting the floor.

And just as it started, it ended. She straightened up, and walked out of room slowly. Ben was sitting in the chair ahead of me, and stood as well, and left the room. In that instant, me teen hormones took over. I stood up, and leaned down to the bike. I placed a finger onto the crotch of the bike seat. it was warm, and wet, and slippery. I leaned down, to get a quick smell, when footsteps were heard near the door. I shot back into my chair, and countinued watching TV.

Later that day we were on the road to the laundry mat, with a basket of emily's and bens dirty clothes. It was dusk, and by the time we got to the laundry mat, it had closed. Emily decided to go across the street to the store, ben went with her, leaving me in the car. Now I looked to my right, and glared at emily's large blue dirty laundry basket. The whole ride to the place, I had been taunted by the basket, her slinky black tight pants were fitted upon the top. I had wanted to smell then, taste them, taste her sweet hot pussy in my mounth finaly. But I hadn't of been able to with her in the car. So I reached out and gently lifted them from the basket. In the low light I struggled to find the crotch area. Finaly I found it by accident when my fingers ran over a moist patch. I ran the damp fabric through my fingers, feeling the cool wet liquid. Then did it. I slowly, sensually raised the fabric up to my nose. I breathed out, and out and out, until no air was left in my. I lowered my nose, 4 inches. 3 inches. 2 inches. 1 inch, and i hit it. I still had not taken a breath, I savored the feel of the coolness against the tip of my nose. Then I did it. I inhaled a slow and fast sniff. I was greeted by something so different it shocked me. It had the usual persperation scent almost like an onion, but a salty hue as well. And a meat that smelled not of animal, of vulva. I inhaled more, and more and more. WIth every breath more salty, amazing new smell of pure un-censored vagnia entered my lungs.

My nose traveled up her crotch, to the location where her asshole had laid. The wetness increased, and the scent came stronger. With every breath my cock grew in my pants.

I took it to the next level then. I traveled back to the crotch. Reaching inside the fabric I reveresed the material outward, and smelled it from the skin tight source. the smell was doubled, but with more of the meaty salt smell that made cum drip heavily out of my dick.

On pure instinct my tongue slipped out my lips, and lapped across the fabric. I spat it out almost immediatly. It tasted god awful, but I needed more. Ignoring the terrible taste, i payed all attention to the vaginal smell, and meaty taste. I teethed it, and sucked hard on it, and licked it up. I even swallowed some ofthe sweaty juices, and felt myself gag a little, as it hit my throat.

Just as it began to taste better, and swallowing it became funner. I heard the familier click of the doors unlocking my the automatic clicker. Fear. I quickly stowed the pants back into the pile, and looked to my left. Ben and his sister luckily werent looking my direction. I hadn't been seem. They both returned to the vehicle, and straped in. Niehter one seemed upset. I was Safe.

There are 3 more parts to this true story, that I intend to write about. Rate it, and tell me how you like it

I have inclused a photo of her lower half. She is the one on the RIGHT. at a halloween party

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Rancho Paloma Blanca

Estaban Bacca 5178 days ago on Fetish Stories

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Rancho Paloma Blanca

By Estaban Bacca

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I was on a hunt. My clients tended to have very specific tastes and finding the women that met their requirements was often a lengthy process. This time IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d been lucky and struck pay dirt on the third day of my prowl. I had spotted them having lunch on the hotel terrace and they were exactly what I was looking for.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â She was a youngish blond mother with an even blonder daughter. I overheard the waiter address her as Senora Benson. All the rooms opened onto the pool area so when they left the table it was easy for my binoculars to follow them as they made their way to room 112.

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Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â That evening I was able to rent the room next door to them. After putting the Ã¢â‚¬ËœDo not disturbÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ tag on the door I never went near it. I spent a further two days discretely observing them until I was sure that they were indeed in the Yucatan on vacation and, most importantly, were alone.

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Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â They were having breakfast at the same table when I finally made my approach. I wore aviator sunglasses and my tabbed tropical uniform shirt with a self-designed Mayan Air Charter logo prominent above the breast pocket. I sat at a table beside them.Ã‚Â I am not a bad looking guy and I have my share of charm. It wasn't hard to engage the mother in casual conversation. It didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t take me long to glean the information I wanted. They were from Ohio. She was Rebecca and her daughterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s name was Erica. The girl had just graduated from high school and was still trying to talk her mother into letting her enroll at a college in Florida. Yes, they were on vacation. No, her husband was not with them. She had been widowed due to an auto accident. I expressed my sympathies and then steered the conversation to a pleasanter vein. I waxed enthusiastic over the beauty of the ancient Indian ruins in the area. The daughter chewed gum and stared off into space but I had gotten the motherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s interest.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I had pre-set the alarm on my cell phone and when it went off, I pretended it was an incoming call. I made sure they overheard a one sided conversation by which they learned that two fictitious passengers for a fly-over of the Mayan temple at Palenque were canceling out. I explained that because of the late notice there could be no refund and hung up.Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Rebecca volunteered that they were looking forward to touring the ruins before they left and asked if a flight would be expensive. In my most offhand manner, I mentioned that since two empty seats for the afternoon flight were already paid for they were welcome to fill them and take the tour at no charge. The girl, who had been so bored by our small talk, suddenly came alive. Her enthusiasm for a plane ride soon wore down her motherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hesitation. I let them think there would be other passengers along. Once Mom had gratefully agreed to accept my kind offer I excused myself, telling them that the company would provide their transportation to and from the airstrip.

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Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â They were waiting for me in front of the hotel after lunch. I had magnetic Mayan Air Charter logos on the sides of the rental car and when I held the rear door for them they smilingly got in. On the drive to the small airport, I left the AC off, explaining that it had just gone on the blink. Within five minutes I had them hot, sweating and thirsty. They slipped into blackness shortly after accepting doctored bottles of fruit juice from my cooler.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I managed to get my trophies bundled into the plane unobtrusively. I covered the windows with sunscreens and locked the cabin. I pulled the magnetic logos off the car and headed back to the hotel.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I went through the motherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s purse and saw from the receipt that their room was paid up. I took their key and transferred all of the stuff from their roomÃ‚Â Ã‚Â to one I had rented next door. I left their door open with the key in it as if they had checked out.

Satisfied that nobody had observed me, I used the privacy of my room to get their bags all packed. The luggage was unremarkable so I was sure I would arouse no suspicion pretending it was mine. After a final look and a bit of wiping, I rang for a bellboy.Ã‚Â

The drive out to the airstrip was uneventful. I found them still sleeping blissfully and they missed my little Ã¢â‚¬ËœWelcome to Mayan Air ChartersÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ take off speech. I was humming quietly to my self as we crossed south out of Mexican air space into Guatemala and headed for the rancho I had named Paloma Blanca.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I taxied the Cessna to a standstill in front of the Quonset hut I used for a hanger. A glance back at my passengers assured me that they were still completely immobilized. I bent them forward from the waist and threw a blanket over them. Carlos had heard the plane land and pulled up in my Land Rover as always to slide open the big double doors. Together we rolled the plane inside. I dismissed Carlos, telling him I would inspect the rancho the following day. He pulled the doors closed and departed for the compound where he and the other hired hands lived.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Carlos was my foreman and a loyal servant. Even had he been aware of my activities I had no doubt he would have unquestioningly served my wishes, but a slaver is secretive by nature.Ã‚Â I made sure that even he had no idea that each time he rolled those doors closed behind the Cessna, identities disappeared forever.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I unlocked the heavy door to the sound proofed area that made up the rear half of the hanger and then went to unload my cargo. I pulled Mom out of the plane first and shoulder carried her into her new home. Lowering her to the floor I locked lined cuffs with rings onto each of her wrists. These I tied with cord to an electric wench overhead and with a quiet whirring noise she was soon hoisted onto her tiptoes.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I went back out to fetch the slight figure of the girl.Ã‚Â I laid her face down on the padded examination table. Once her wrists and ankles were secured, I pressed a floor petal and the hinged parts the table fanned out until her body was widely spread-eagled. I gathered her long blond hair in a vise clamp attached to a line which was threaded through a suspended pulley. I pulled the line until her head was up and hard back, exposing her lovely throat, and then tied it off to a cleat.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I strolled to the head end of the table for my first leisurely look at her face. I had to laugh out loud. Even with her mouth hanging open she was attractive. Her features still had that unformed juvenile quality but it was obvious that they would refine themselves into a face of stunning beauty. I reached down and removed the small gold studs from her cute little ears and flipped them into the trashcan.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â It was time to unwrap my first present. When the mother regained consciousness the first thing I wanted he to see was her daughterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s naked body, stretched out, helpless and vulnerable. I removed the tennis shoes and bobby sox she was wearing and dropped them into the trashcan too.Ã‚Â Her feet were well cared for. Dainty and high arched with small, delicious looking toes. Next I took a heavy pair of scissors and snipped my way up the back of her white, cotton sweater and then down the back of each arm. I tugged it from under her and added it to the trash. I cut loose a rather plain white bra and tossed it with the rest. Her back was long and smooth. I ran a finger along the valley of her spine. Leaning over her, I reached down under the table and found the two round openings in it. I groped up through these and searched out her nipples. Locking on each of them with a thumb and forefinger I tugged until her apple sized breasts settled into the openings and hung free.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I was pleased to note that both mother and daughter were wearing matching plaid, ankle length skirts. It was a touching little detail, indicative of a close relationship.Ã‚Â That should prove quite useful to me during their conditioning. My trusty scissors made short work of the daughterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s half of the ensemble. Her long coltish legs were now revealed. I slowly stroked a hand over a well-muscled calf and up the inside of a thigh. I cupped the warmth of her pantied crotch and then allowed my splayed hand to squeeze one of the cheeks of her firm, rounded rump. I moved around between her widely parted thighs and a couple of snips at the sides of her panties completed my work.Ã‚Â The remnants of these were also discarded.Ã‚Â The brownish pucker of her anus was exposed and I prodded it, testing the elasticity of her sphincter. It was tight and tiny. Below, crinkly cunt lips were slightly parted with a hint of her slick, pink core showing. I curled a finger up into her and twirled it. The hymen was intact. A bonus I had hardly dared hope for. I brought a taste of that moisture up to my tongue. She was delicious and slightly salty. I trailed the tips of my fingers through her sparse bush, fluffing the silky blond curls there. Yes, I was thoroughly happy with the younger half of my catch. I gave her tight little ass a satisfied slap and turned away.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I brought the rest of their belongings from the plane and went through them. All of it, purses, clothes, I.D.s, jewelry, along with the contents of my trashcan would be burned tomorrow. Their old selves would cease to exist. Rebecca and Erica had vanished without a trace. Having the godlike power to do this was intoxicating. Almost as addicting as the astounding profit involved.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Their driverÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s licenses told me that mom was 36 years old and the girl had just turned eighteen. What cash they had went into my pocket, the travelerÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s cheques, camera and other traceable valuables I trashed.

I gleaned what information I could from a few letters and post cards. I entertained myself perusing the immature musings contained in the girlÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s diary.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I boxed up the lot and set it aside for the incinerator. Out of curiosity I padded over to where the mother hung suspended. Her arms and shoulder joints would be killing her when she came around. I wiped a thin string of drool from her chin and pushed it back between her slack lips. I reached up under the long, plaid skirt and palmed her pussy through her panties. I felt the springiness of an abundant pelt covering her mound. Withdrawing my hand, I reached up under her sweater and weighed an ample breast. Her dark blond hair was made up in a French twist. I took a handful of it and lifted her head to study her face. She had a generous, full-lipped mouth, high cheekbones and a nicely shaped nose with delicate nostrils. A classic Scandinavian face. With my left hand I peeled back an eyelid; a vacant pupil surrounded by a beautiful, Nordic blue iris stared back at me until I let the long lashed lid slide back down. Using both hands I shifted my grip to her shell like ears and kissed her. My tongue plundered her unconscious mouth, savoring the taste of her saliva. I captured her lower lip and bit it lightly, then let her head drop forward again and walked away, licking my lips.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I slipped MozartÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Divertimento in D into the CD player, opened a bottle of Monte Xanic and settled into a deep, Italian leather recliner. I sipped at my wine and allowed the music to relax me. I let my eyes appreciate my new acquisitions while I waited for the drug to wear off.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â The music had played itself out and I was enjoying my second glass of wine when MomÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s eyelids began to flutter. Instinctively her feet came together and she pushed up onto her toes in an attempt to relieve the strain on her arms and shoulders. With a groan she came fully awake. It was always entertaining to watch the expressions that played over their faces as they became aware of their situation.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â The mere fact of finding oneself bound and defenseless is terrifying. First her eyes traveled up to where her wrists were suspended. She jerked and flopped about in an effort to free herself, but finding that this only served to increase the pain, she soon desisted. She let out a little sob of frustration as she was forced to pick her weight back up onto her toes.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Suddenly her head came up with her eyes wide open. I knew she had just noticed her daughter. I watched as she registered the scene that I had so carefully arranged for her. There was her little girl, splayed out on her belly. She was naked and bound and completely helpless with her beautiful head drawn brutally back by her long, golden mane. The whole tableau harshly spotlighted in the otherwise dim interior.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Erica? Are you hurt, Baby?Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â In her mind the question was an urgent shout but the drug had left her with a case of cottonmouth. It emerged as a croak.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m afraid she is still out of it, Moms.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I spoke from the shadows, where I still lounged, enjoying her discomfort. New alarm showed on her face as her eyes searched toward my voice. She really was quite beautiful in her distress. As I sat down my empty wine glass, I thought again how grand it was to be the king. I arose and moved into the light to stand in front of her daughterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s upturned face.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“The pilot!Ã¢â‚¬Â She said rather stupidly, as she recognized me.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I ignored her and reached out, tracing the girlÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s open lips with my finger.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t touch her!Ã¢â‚¬Â she hissed.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â With the back of my hand I tenderly stroked the unconscious girlÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s cheek.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Leave my daughter alone, you animal!Ã¢â‚¬Â she demanded, protectively.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Abruptly, I gave the girlÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s cheek a small, sharp, backhanded slap. The mother immediately began spewing obscenities and threats at me. Methodically, I slapped the right cheek and then the left again. Slowly picking up the pace, until the blond head was rhythmically rocking back and forth with the Ã¢â‚¬ËœSMACK, SMACK, SMACKÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ of my hand. The mother gave up on her threats and began begging me to stop. I only desisted when the girlÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s eyes finally blinked open, having been shocked awake by the jostling I had given her poor little brain. Gently, I resumed stroking her now reddened cheek.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Now I watched the same series of dumb expressions pass across the daughterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s face as she struggled to understand her predicament. I saw the recognition when she looked at me before her eyes moved to the limits of her peripheral vision. She was trying to see what was preventing her from moving. She attempted the same brief struggles her mother had made. These were followed by an inevitable groan of defeat.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Erica? Can you hear me? Are you alright?Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Mom? Where are we? Why is he doing this to us?Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hush, Baby, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s going to be alright.Ã¢â‚¬Â Then to me, Ã¢â‚¬Å“YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll never get away with this!Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Pretending not to hear her, I crossed to a wall rack and lifted from it an old fashioned buggy whip. It was an elegant piece of craftsmanship. Its thin, six-foot length of whalebone was encased in finely braided leather with a tasseled tip. Originally sold by Abercrombie& Fitch, circa 1800s, I had found it in an antique shop some years back. It had kissed more than horseflesh since then. When I moved back into the light, poor MomÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s eyes flew wide with shock when she saw what I was brandishing.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“You wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t dare! She is only a child. For GodÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s sake, donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t do this!Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â The girl was futilely trying to look back to see what was threatening her, panicked by her motherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s obvious agitation. Unable to turn her head, she could only imagine the worst. As dire as a recognized danger may be, the unknown seems to conjure up even worse terror.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I gave the whip a couple of experimental cuts. The Ã¢â‚¬ËœSWISHÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ of displacement as it curled through the air produced a fresh babble of powerless pleadings from Mom. Blithely, I took a wide stance and cocked my arm fully back. I took a moment to admire the soft, pink bottom of the helpless girlÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s small, well-shaped foot.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Then with all my considerable power and a roll of my hips, I slashed forward and the very tip of the whip bit savagely into the unsuspecting sole of the girlÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s right foot.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Instantly, it was as if all the demons in hell had been unleashed. Every muscle in the poor girlÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s body tensed as she surged against her restraints. The tendons in her throat stood out as the blood-curdling howl of a wounded animal was torn from deep in her gut.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“OWWWWWWWW. OH GOD!Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Simultaneously, the mother began shrieking in empathy with her daughterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s pain, while tears of helpless frustration flowed from her eyes.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Then the girlÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s body sagged. I watched the slats of her thin ribcage heave as she sobbed raggedly.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Ohhh. Mom. It hurts so badly, Mom.Ã¢â‚¬Â She cried repeatedly.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â From the corner of my eye, I saw her motherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s face contorted with hate. It was truly a deranged woman who venomously cursed at me.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“You fucking bastard!Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I calmly stepped back a pace and extended the buggy whip again. Immediately, the bitterness inÃ‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â

Ã‚Â MomÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s voice was replaced with a tone of abject terror as she pleaded with me for mercy. Unfortunately, I was not quite finished with their first object lesson.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“If you must torture someone, whip me instead! Please!Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I used the tasseled tip of the whip to tickle the sole of my young captiveÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s other foot. The moment she felt its touch she tensed again. I saw her toes curl tight and her ass clench. Unable to move, she nonetheless began trembling from head to toe as the terror of anticipation seized her. I left off toying with her foot and drew back the whip. I was waiting for her muscles to tire and relax again before I gave her the second dose.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Then above the sound of her sobs and her motherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s nagging entreaties, I heard a liquid sound and realized she had released her bladder. The little bitch had pissed herself in fear. I watched the golden fluid stream from her flaxen haired cunt and puddle on the tile floor. It slowed to a dribble and then stopped. I was surprised to feel my cock swelling. For some reason I found this spontaneous display very erotic.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â I was tempted to fuck her but her virginity was just too valuable. Frustrated, I let fly with the whip again and another symphony of frenzied wailing filled the air. Using the whip, I parodied a conductor waving his baton as I backed away from them and retreated once more into the shadows. I poured another glass of wine and again settled myself comfortably. I would wait until their tears were exhausted before continuing my class.

(The complete edition of Ã¢â‚¬Å“Rancho Paloma BlancaÃ¢â‚¬Â by Estaban Bacca is available online as well.)

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