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Merhaba arkadaşlar ben mert(tabiki takma ismim).bu siteyi uzun zamandır takip ediyorum neyse ben hemen konuya geri döneyim. Her hafta sonu olduğu gibi denize gitmiştik ve ben yine her zaman olduğu gibi deniz gözlüğümü almış safiye ablanın o vicudunu denizin dibinden izliyordum ve bundan da çok zevk alıyordum.Akşam olmuştu ben safiye abladan bişey istemek için kapılarını çaldım bahçelievler escort vekapıyı açtığında nerdeyse yok denilicek bir süperrrrrrrr mini eteği vardı ben gözlerimi alamıyordum efendim mert gel istersen dedi ben tabi ki içeri girdim ve denizde beni neden izliyordun?Dedi ben de hala şoktaydım seni çok beyeniyorum dedim safiye abla birden türbanlı escort kaşlarını dikti;ben evliyim bilmiyormusun dedi ben o an kendimi tutamadım ve bacaklarını okşamaya başladım ne yapıyorsun demeye kalmadan,dudaklarına yapıştım o hala istmiyoru yapma barıcam dedi ben dinlamadim bi süre sonra oda karşılık verdi.Üzetindeki tşürtüçıkardım içinde tesettürlü escort südyen yoktu o büyükgöğüsleri hala aklımdan gitmiyor sonra o süperrrrrrrrr minisinide çıkardım ve o kılsız amını yalamaya başldım sonra bende soyunmaya başladım benim18`liği azına aldı öyle emiyorduki azına boşaldım o yine yarrağımı aynı kıvama getidi.Bu sefer amında patlıcaktım kafaya koymuştum bi süre gitgelden sonra yine boşaldım safiye ablada sen ne yaptın diye bana bağarmaya başladı ağlıyoruki kapı çaldı gelen mehmet abiydi bi süre banyoda saklandım ve sonra safiye abla mehmet abiyle sevişmeye başladı bende o sırada evden .ıktım aradan baya zaman geçti ki hamile olduğunu anladım:)))Gönderen: merttttttt

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Merhaba ben 1.70 boyundayım ela gözlü manken gibi biriyim yengem ise taş gibi biridir cok güzel gögüsleri olan felaket bişey dir neyse hikayeme geciyim isterseniz bir gün telefonumun şarzı kaybolmuş ve yengemlere gitmiştim aynı telefon oldugu için onlar da bulunur dedim neyse ben gittigim de yengem bahçelievler escort balkonda domalmış altakilerle konuşuyodu yengemin giydigi etegin de arkası yırtık şekil de tangası gözüküyodu ben de ona bakarak ayakta boşaldım ve yengem içerigirdigin de sikimi elledigimi türbanlı escort gördü ve ne yapıyosun dedi bende yenge eteginin arkası yırtık götün gözüküyo dedim sende buna bakarak 31 mi cektin dedi ben de hayır hadi yaramaz dedi ve dudagıma yapıştı ben de hiç bişey anlamadan tesettürlü escort devam etmeye başladım ve yengemi soydum gögüslerini bi güzel yaladıktan sonra amına egilerek amını 30 dk yalamışımdır ve yengemde zevkin doruguna geldi ve artık sok sok dedi ve onu kırmaya rak soktum ve yengem yanıyodu amcıgına soktukca gögüsleri zıplama ya başlamıştı ben daha cok hızlandıkca yengem zevklerin doruguna gelmiş ti ve ikimizde aynı anda organzm olmuştuk ve dinlendik 2 miz de banyoya girdik o benim arkamı kesedi ve ben de onu tabi ama yıne bırakmadım bulmuşum bırakırmıyım bi posta da orda gittimGönderen: yırtıcı

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Teyzemin merve aki kız arkadaşı ile birlikte bahçe ye dolaşıyorduk…Birden o bana gel surada biraz dinlenelim dedi ve ağaçların orda çukur bi yer var dı beraber oraya indik oturup konuşmaya başladık…Konusu nerden çıktı hatırlayamıyorum ama birden konumuz sexten açıldı…Ben ona daha once hiç oldumu diye sorduğum da evet kuçukken olduğunu ve bundanda çok mutlu olduğunu söledi..Bende bi daha olsa yapmak istermisin die sorduğum da gözümün içine bakarak bilmem dedi…O sırada aklımdan ustune atlamak gel di ama ona kalmadan yanıma iyice sokularak ya senin oldumu dedi…Ben de klasik erkek cevabı olarak anadolu yakası escort evet birkaç defa oldu dedim…Kız birden elimi bacağım ustune attı ben o şaşkınlıkta ne yapacağımı anlayamadan birden dudağıma yapıştı…Dili ağzımın içerisinde dolaşırken elimde onun bacaklarının arasında adeta gövde gösterisi yapıyodu..Sevişirken elini aletimin uzerine elini attı ve fermuarımı araladı…Aletimin kayadan farkı yoktu…Eliyle biraz oynadıktan sonra sevişmeyi bırakıp ağzına almaya başladı…Akıl alamicak kadar zevk vericiydi…O ağzına alırken ben de onun saçların dan sıkıca ataşehir escort tutmuştum…Daha sonra uzerindeki gömleği çikardı , göğüslerini yalamaya başladım…Onun zevk veren inlemeleri arasın da çimlere uzanmasını ve pantolonunu çıkarmasını istedim…Oncelikle aletimi onun bacağının arasında getirip götürdum bana sokmasını söledi…Ben de fanteziye duşkun olduğumdan sürtmeye devam ettim.Daha sonra aletimi yavaşça içine soktuğumda etrafa yayılan zevk sesleri insanı çıldırtacak derecedeydi…Biraz on tarafa oturtuktan sonra bana arkadandan sokmamı söledi…Yuz ustu yere yatarak elleri avrupa yakası escort ile iki kalçasından ayırmaya başladı..Ben de aletimi rahat girsin diye tukrukle kayganlaştırdım ve yavaşça sokmaya başladım bu onden daha da acı verici oldu.Ama değerdi…Kucağıma alıp hoplatmaya başladım sonra da klasik bacak arası pozisyonumuza geri geldik çılgınlar gibi sevişip sikişiyoduk…Bu işlem bir sure devam ettikten sonra ikimizin çığlıkları içinde boşalmaya başladım…Benim bu sexte en çok hoşuma giden onun arkadan ve onden yedikten sonra külodunu ve pantolonunu giyerken onu izlemek ti… Daha sonra uzerimizi giydikten sonra eve doğru giderken babası ile karsılaştık ve bize nerden geldiğimizi sorduğun da o sadece dolaşıyorduk dedi…Sonra o evine gitti bende evime..Boyle bi ayrıcalık tanıdığınız için bu sitedeki tum çalışanlara teşekkur ederim…Bu arada adresimin de görünmesi beni ayrıyaten memnun etti…Gönderen: aygun

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Tekrar merhaba hikayeciler ben hakan eşimin yeğenini hem ağzından hem götünden siken hakan.Artık sabrım kalmamıştı amından sikmek için önümüzdeki yazı bekleyemeyecektim Okul ların açılmasınada artık 2 haftadan az bir zaman kalmıştı.Pazar günü için aslıya söz vermiştim akua parka götürecektim.Eşim rahatsızdı ve gelmek istemedi. Pazar sabahı erkenden kalktık ve acua parkın yolunu tuttuk.bu arada aslıya bir sözüm daha vardı ona tanga bikinilerden alacaktım.Bir mayo mağazasına girdik ve dediği şeyi aldık.Acua parka geldik ve kabinemize geçtik aman tanrım o neydi öyle aslı yeni bikinisinle harikaydı.hemen kabinede benimkini yalamaya başladı ve boşaltıverdi. Ben bir şezlonga oturdum o ise hemen kaydıraklara gitti.hiç kimsenin kullanmadığı kaydırağa doğru gitti ve bir kez kaydı ardından o kaydırak genç erkeklerle dolup taştı.Eeeee kız güzelbikini harika olunca erkeklerin içi kıpır kıpır olmuştu anadolu yakası escort tabi. Bir adet bira aldım ve yudumlarken bir de ne göreyim aslı bizim komşu oğlu emrenin kucağında kaydırakta kayıyor.ikinciye tekrar çıkıyor bu kez diğer komşu oğlu okanın kucağında kayıyor.Aslı yorulmuş olacakki yanıma geldi ve enişte kabineye gidelim ve sikişelim demezmi. Kızım tamam dediysem yaaaaa amım sulandı okanla emrenin sikleri götüme deydikçe canım istedi diyordu.Okanla emreyi tanıyormusun dedim evet dedi.istersen onlarıdaçağıralım dedim.harika olur dedi.Ama kabinede olmaz küçük dedim.Sonra onu kabineye gönderdim ve emreyle okanı çağırdım.Onlarda bu işe harika yerde var deyip sevindiler. Okanların ev müsaitmiş ve doğruca onlara gittik.Meğersem bizim aslı emreyle zaten bu işi yapıyormuş.Üstelik amdanda vermiş.Sabah onlarda bizi takip ederek oraya gelmişler.Hadi ataşehir escort siz başlayın ben aranıza katılırım dedim.aslı diz çökerek çocukların yaraklarını çıkardı ve bir okanınkini bir emreninkini yalamaya başladı ben ise porno film izler gibi izliyordum.Emrenin sikini görünce bende şok olmuştum 20 cm falandı.Emre aslının arkasına geçti ve ben dur demeden kilodunun arasından amını yalamaya başladı.Az sonra koca sikini kızın amına dayadı ve iteleyiverdi.Aslı öyle bir çığlık attıki benim bile canım yanmıştı sanki.Gençler işi iyi biliyorlardı sonra okan geçti okanınki de fena sayılmazdı.Tam bu sırada ben onları seyrederken boşalmıştım benden sonra emre aslının ağzına boşaldı ve okan boşalmaya başladı.Aslı daha doymamıştı ve benim yanıma gelerek enişte önce sana vermek isterdim amımı ama sen yapmadın.Hadi şimdi beni amımdan sik dedi.Biraz yaladı ve benim ufaklık dikilmişti avrupa yakası escort sana bir sürprizim var dedim.Emreyi yere sırt üstü yatırdım sihala dimdikti eeee nede olsa gençti.aslıyı üzerine oturttum ve bende göt deliğinihazırlamaya başladım. Aslı emreninkinin üzerinde hop oturup hop kalkıyor ve çılgınca inliyordu artık zamanı gelmişti ve götüne yerleştirmeye başladım biraz canı yansada zevkten harikasın sen enişte nelerde biliyorsun diyordu tecrübe bu işte diyordu.Okanada ağzına vermesini söyledim bütün delikleri dolmuştu artık hepimizin boşalma zamanı gelmişti. Aslıyı sırt üstü yatırdık ve siklerimizi yüzüne doğrulttuk ve boşalmaya başladık 16 yaşındaki kızın yüzü dölden gözükmüyordu harika bir gün geçirdik.Artık aslı evine dönecektiama bu gurup olayı benim çok hoşuma gitmişti.Aslı 3 gün önce evine döndü ben şimdi nasıl gurup yaparım sorusuna cevap arıyorum.Aklıma ilk gelen şey emre ve okana eşimi siktirmek bunuda dün akşam onları yemeğe çağırarak biraz biraz eşime yansıtmaya başladım.gece eşimle sikişirken bu konuyu açtım eşim azda olsa sıcak baktı.yakında bu işideyapacağım ve size söz veriyorum bu hikayeyi yaşarsam sizede yaşatacağım.Ben hakan hepinize bol sikişli günler.Gönderen: hakan

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Dog Kennel Ch. 02

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I had mixed emotions after my first experience as a human puppy but decided to give it another go when my ‘owner’ called and invited me round the following week. I had been at work all day in the sports shop so I was pretty tired when I arrived at his house at about 4 in the afternoon fully expecting to continue my ‘training’ there. However, we got in his car instead and drove out into the countryside to a pretty expensive looking farmhouse. With the car parked, we walked straight into the house without knocking and into the conservatory where there was already a few piles of clothes on the floor; which I guessed belonged to other ‘dogs’.

Unlike last time, my ‘owner’ didn’t explain what was going to happen today and refused to answer my questions, he simply told me to strip. I was still in my uniform from the sports shop so I kicked off my Nikes, took off my t-shirt, and pulled off my sweatpants…and I think it surprised him that I wasn’t wearing any underwear and let my 4.5 inch cock bounce up to attention. I was a lot more comfortable about getting naked in front of him now and removed my slightly grubby white sports socks before getting on the floor on all fours without being asked. He put my collar and dog mits on me, said “good boy, Samson,” and offered my a dog treat on the palm of his hand. Whilst it still tasted pretty dry, I ate it and wagged my arse in enjoyment for him, which he patted in appreciation.

I was feeling a bit nervous, not knowing what was going to happen next, and I was even more apprehensive when he opened the door and led me out onto the lawn. Admittedly there weren’t any neighbours overlooking us, but I really did feel exposed being in the open air and getting further away from my clothes. My hard on had started to subside now and the cold air didn’t do anything to improve the size of my small cock as it almost disappeared inside my pubes. It didn’t stay that way for long as we veered round a hedge and I saw what looked like a full on dog show, only with human dogs up on small tables and about 30 fully clothed people of all ages sitting in rows like an audience.

I guessed that we were late, and that the empty table canlı bahis in front of the audience was going to be for me and the thought of being seen like this by that many people immediately made my little dick stand to attention and I found myself getting really nervous. My owner told me to be a good boy and do as I was told, then he led me across the lawn in front of the audience, who all started to clap, and I could feel dozens of pairs of eyes staring at my humiliated, naked body as I crawled past on all fours and was led up some steps onto the table. For a few seconds I was left side on to the audience while they all had a good look, then my ‘owner’ turned me round to face them and I was horrified to realise that I recognised a few of the faces in the crowd. A couple of regular customers at the sports shop, an old teacher of mine from school, and (to my horror) an 18 year old kid who’d just started working at the sports store, and whom I really take the piss out of at work as he’s ginger and such a weedy looking geek. I realised that my life would never be the same again as all these other people probably lived locally and would recognise me in the street .

Despite all the added humiliation, my cock was still throbbing hard and I was really getting off on this so I didn’t even hesitate when commanded to sit up with my ‘paws’ in the air and my little dick fully exposed for all to see, and to start panting with my tongue out like a real dog; even the few laughs I heard just made me want to grab my cock with my ‘paw’ and try to rub myself rather than run away. The announcer declared that the judging could commence and the audience all got up and started to inspect the dogs individually as we were taken down from our tables and walked slowly around the garden on our leads. Of course, the ginger kid from work came straight over to me and slapped me hard on the arse; I knew he was going to enjoy this moment after the months of abuse I’d given him making him the laughing stock at work.

“So Samson, have you been a good boy?” he asked, full of patronising tone and undisguised enjoyment.

Part of me wanted to tell him to fuck off and that he couldn’t tell bahis siteleri anyone about me as I’d tell them all he was here as well, but the other part of me was still enjoying this added humiliation so I decided to stay as ‘Samson’ and gave a loud bark before shoving my face into his crotch and nuzzling against his cock, which I could tell was rock hard and much bigger than mine, which turned me on even more.

He spanked me on the arse again and shouted “naughty boy, naughty.” He asked my ‘owner’ to lift me up by my front paws and then he grabbed my throbbing cock firmly which was a bit shorter than the length of his fist:

“Oh dear, not a very big boy are you Samson?” He tugged firmly at my balls and I couldn’t help giving a yelp at the sudden pain.

“I think your dog would score extra points at the next show if he was shaved,” he said to my owner.

“I will do that after the show today,” my owner replied.

“There you go Samson, you’ll be all smooth from now on won’t you , just like a little puppy?” he said to me with a huge beaming smile across his face.

At that point, the two regular customers I’d recognised came over to inspect me as well; they were a man and woman, probably in their early thirties, and I guess they were married; they were really fit and always in the store buying more kit or equipment. I’d never have imagined them to be somewhere like this, but then they probably didn’t imagine finding a fit young bloke like myself naked on all fours with a dog collar on! They chatted to the ginger geek for a few seconds before turning their attention to me.

“As you can see from the size of his cock, he’s only a young pup so his owner has agreed to keep him shaved from now on, don’t you agree?” The ginger geek asked the married couple.

“Oh yes, and perhaps his scalp could be shaved so that we can see his face much better?” The woman asked.

“Will do,” said my owner.

Now, when I turn up for work tomorrow with a shaved head, they’ll all know that my owner has carried out all of their suggestions, and that my genitals will also have been shaved to look like a little boy’s tiny cock!

Once bahis şirketleri the inspections were over, all of the dogs, probably about 10, were put into a very small sheep pen and left with one ‘human’ to supervise us. There was a real mixture of ‘dogs’: all men, but all different ages and some had dog masks on with ears, or butt plug tails inserted, whilst others were more natural like me. I didn’t recognise the three I’d met last time but it was difficult to tell as we were all squashed in with arses and faces everywhere. Occasionally I felt an anonymous face sniff my arse and, unlike last time, I was quite turned on by doing the same. I found a few young dogs that I liked the look of and decided to take a real good sniff; it really made me feel more like a dog but also really turned me on. I couldn’t believe that this was such a popular fetish, but I was determined to stick with it and try to feel much more like real dog. The odd dog tried to hump me and others, but the ‘human’ would intervene and give it a firm whack across the arse.

A while later we were all collected by our owners and led back to the audience where the results were announced. I didn’t win anything and strangely this sort of pissed me off.

“Don’t worry Samson, you’ll do better next time,” said my owner as he passed me another treat and led me back to the house to get dressed with the other dogs. It was really odd walking in naked on all fours with the others and then slowly becoming human again. Nobody really acknowledged each other until we were all fully dressed and a few of the former ‘dogs’ made me feel pretty horny now that I saw them dressed. As I was walking back to the car with my ‘owner’ the ginger geek had obviously been waiting for me to leave as he was standing by his crappy little rusty car:

“See you tomorrow at work, I’m really looking forward to it!” He said with a cocky smile on his face. I disliked him even more now but, knowing that a little weedy grunt like that had seen me humiliated, knew I had such a small cock, and had such power over me really turned me on and made my cock harden again. He then spoke to my ‘owner’:

“I’d really like to try and train your dog myself sometime if I may, I can think of a few things I’d like him to do for me?”

“Sure, he needs all the training he can get. Now, let’s get home and get you shaved,” said my owner as he started the car.

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Doin’ the Boss Ch. 12

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(In a prior story I wrote about the good times I have had in the bedroom with my hairbrush. a simple hairbrush. This is a sort of follow-up story with some male companionship, my former boss and still lover.)

I had to think back of that first night with my hairbrush and subsequent affairs with a vibrator and, once, a large magic marker (okay, I am really a bad girl) recently when my married boyfriend, K. Linford Little, asked for a special birthday present. Lin is a demanding type, and we’d developed a wonderful relationship over the years.

Permanently married to a wonderful woman who was not me, the man who was my former boss has become an integral part of my life. We have shared numerous wonderful times together, usually involving something that a married guy isn’t supposed to be doing with a younger girl who is not his wife.

The recipe for success was relatively simple: he’d demand a blow job, and I’d generally give him one. Normally in the car, but in assorted other locations like a baseball dugout, a canoe in the middle of a lake and at his office.

For his birthday, though, he wanted something else, something special just for him. As if blow jobs weren’t for him? Well, I do enjoy too, so…

What was his special request? He wanted me to fuck myself with a banana while he watched. A big, bright yellow, almost ripe, cock-substitute banana.

“I saw photos of it once, Robyn, and it was so very hot. Just thinking of you doing it in front of me makes my cock jump,” said my former boss, now my secret boyfriend. I guess that’s what you call him, unless you were speaking with his wife. I don’t think she’d appreciate her hubby getting his cock sucked by another woman.

Lin could be very insistent, and he generally got what he insisted on. Once I wore a skirt with no panties so that he could fondle my bare ass while I was sucking his dick. Another time he actually had me wear knee pads while sucking his cock, it was some kind of devious turn-on to have me on my knees in them.

There was the time I blew him while he was driving the car on Route 55 in Jersey, much to the surprise of a trucker who got to see some of the action (and offered an air horn salute). Another time he snuck me into a co-ed bathroom where I blew him. While we weren’t observed in the act, the woman with the child who wanted to use that bathroom wasn’t amused when the two of us left the facility after completing our actions.

Now he wanted me to fuck a banana.

For those of you who haven’t read other installments of the “Doin the Boss” series which better explains my affair with Lin, you should know I don’t have sex with him in years. It’s an oral relationship, I love to blow him and he’s immensely happy with that. But over the years we’ve varied our experiences.

I’ve given him tug jobs in the car, and have allowed him to screw my tits a few times. But the man loves blow jobs, so that’s our deal nearly all the time. Still for his birthday I offered that I’d comply with his want, and prepared for the afternoon in question with a deliberated frenzy.

I trimmed my already trimmed bush into a little heart for him, wore the garter belt, stockings and chemise he had given me for Valentine’s Day. And before I left my house played a little with my pussy to ensure I’d be wet and ready.

It is not as if I had never had a foreign, non-cock, object inside of me. I wrote a story about My Love Affair with My Hairbrush, so I knew how hot it was to do one’s self with a stiff object. Actually, while I like the real thing, there is something sexy about a non-fresh object.

Lin’s wife was at an all morning spa session, so when he called and told me the coast was clear I zipped over to his house, parking a block away to ensure prying eyes didn’t suspect anything. Slipping into the house Lin assured me we had at güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri least three to four hours, as he’d set it up that he’d meet and have lunch with his wife after her session.

We made out for a little bit — he is such a good kisser even after thousands of kisses — and then he guided me to the basement where the shades and drapes were closed. Only some bright track lights illuminated the room as I asked him his pleasure, reminding him that he wasn’t going to attempt to have sex with me. That assured, he asked that I open up the recliner and do what needed to be done while he sat across from me —- probably 4 feet or so away — and watch. Three bananas of different sizes sat on the stand next to the seat.

You know, there probably isn’t anything I wouldn’t do if pressed by the man. He is so very special to me. So I decided to make his wish come true. First I flittered around the room, moving this, bending over that, making sure he always had a great view of my backside. I walked around his chair, asked if he was comfortable, and asked if he needed anything.

“Just you, Robyn, you are such a tease,” said the man with a groan.

Smiling, I kissed his cheek, and then moved around the front of him. I patted his cock through his pants, and asked him to take good care of my ‘big hard toy.” Then I moved a few feet in front of him, did a little curtsy, and began my exhibition.

It was if I was on stage, something I hadn’t been on since high school. I slowly stepped out of my corduroy skirt and pulled the scoop neck blouse over my head to reveal the sexy undies I had selected for my task. Not much of a strip, but I attempted to be deliberate enough for positive effect.

Lin sat in his chair like a sultan and waited for the main event to begin. I know he liked my outfit, because there was a huge bulge in his pants. He sort of groaned as I did my little sexy striptease.

“Robyn you look so very beautiful,” said the man, who soaked in my look from head to toe.

Ignoring the man I smoothed out my stockings, adjusting the garter straps as if he wasn’t there. In reality, the stockings were perfect, but I wanted him to “catch” me getting ready for him. It was almost as if he wasn’t there, although he certainly was.

I walked over to the basement bathroom, leaving the door open, and slowly brushed my hair while making sure he had a good view of my garter framed ass. Task completed, I then fluffed my hair a little, and then started to adjust my lacy black push up bra which accentuated my breasts. I am not as big as some girls, but my tits are just fine for me. Of more importance, they are perfect for Lin, as he has told me on numerous occasions.

Back to the recliner I walked, trying to forget the man was in the room. I told myself I was in my bedroom, alone, thinking of him. But I attempted to believe he wasn’t there just several steps away from me.

Sitting well into the recliner I hit the thingy that opened the bottom of the seat. Settled in, I closed my eyes and slowly started stroking my breasts, thighs and finally the inner thighs near my moist love nest. My hands brought be to a state of arousal, with my pencil top nipples extended well out of their normal shell.

It felt so sexy playing with my body in front of him, knowing he was there but ignoring him. It was if I was in my own little world, away from everything, just like on the evenings when I needed to take things into my own hands at bedtime. That happened a couple times a week, but never dressed in the way I was at this point in front of Lin. Normally when I played with my pussy at home I’d be in my favorite baby doll nightie.

There was a tingly feeling spreading through my body as my hand neared my pussy. Moving my hand quickly past my core I rested fingers on the trimmed patch güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri of hair above, stroking through the tightly mowed pasture that I’d gotten as close to a heart shape as possible with scissors and a mirror. I had through of having Jennifer, my hairdresser, work down there but thought better of it. What would she think!

While my hands were wandering my pussy was begging for relief. I was hot, so very hot, and needed to take case of business.

Slipping my fingers to the fold I began slowly playing with my pussy, deliberately fingering the slippery slit and bringing out some very nice sensations. After a bit of stroking I inserted my middle digit into my cunt and began finger-fucking my hot wet hole.

“Ohh, yes,” I moaned as the sensations intensified.

I couldn’t believe how hot I was, how sexy I felt, how very naughty I was being masturbating in front of a guy. It was awesome. But I needed more, and now. I needed a cock. Remembering the fruit on the side table, I glanced over and eyed the bright yellow cylinders that soon were become so very intimate with me.

How do you pick a banana to fuck yourself with? Who cares? Face it, if you are in the need of a fake cock and you are totally on the edge, the fact is that any of them would do the trick and serve the purpose.

I picked the middle one, “Linford” I called it, and circled my hand around its middle. Holding the banana in front of me, I began stroking it with my fingers as if it was a cock. It didn’t pulsate like a cock but it was sure hard. I brought it to my lips and began kissing and licking as I had thousands of times Lin’s hard cock. The fruit wasn’t hot —- it was actually a little cold — so I warmed it up with my mouth. I began blowing the banana before rubbing it over my cheeks.

In the background I heard Lin moaning and snuck a glance over at the man. He had lowered his jeans and taken his cock out of his boxers, stroking it while his gaze was focused on my body.

Back to the task at hand I finished my little blow job and kissed the tip of the banana, making sure to leave it moist with my spit. Settling fully into the recliner I put my legs over the sides of the seat, opening my legs as wide as I could in a very, very unladylike fashion.

Lowering my hand I touched my pussy lips with my newly minted yellow missile and slowly began stroking my cunt with the banana. It was so very different than a real cock, not as hot and not perfectly round. It didn’t have that mushroom-shaped tip, and it was actually tapered smaller at the end. But it served its purpose, bringing new sensations to my wet hole.

For a few seconds I totally forgot where I was as I luxuriated to the sensations the bright yellow banana was giving my pussy. My head was pushed back into the recliner, my legs spread wide, and my hand holding open my pussy lips as I slowly slid the fake cock in with the other hand.

Along the way my free hand slipped up to my clit, flicking it, and then siding down to feel the banana clipping into my cunt. My fingers continued their downward stroll, slipping between my ass cheeks and touching my ass hole. I’ve always found that touch so very erotic. While I’m not a girl who loves anal, I sure love the sensations of slipping fingers around my naughty back dark hole.

A groan from across the room brought me back to reality, as I once again realized that Lin was observing my actions. How could I forget? This show was, after all, for him. But my actions had taken me away from my main objective.

Sneaking a glance at my older, mature boyfriend I realized he was still a guy. Whether 50 or 20 years of age they were pretty much the same when faced with a pretty girl playing with herself. He was clearly mesmerized, staring at the activities between my legs. It was if he was güvenilir bahis şirketleri watching a movie, not a live sex show. I think that, if I could magically superimpose another girl’s head on mine he wouldn’t have noticed.

Lin was totally focused on the banana making its way into and out of my snatch. I could hear his murmurings: “Fuck it, you slit. Stick it in there. Oh, you bad girl. You fucking whore, fuck yourself.” Short, quick statements were coming from his lips as he intently watched me attempt to satisfy my insatiable pussy.

Watching him watch me brought tingles to my entire body, and I felt an orgasm coming from deep inside my pussy. I wanted to hold off a bit, but it wasn’t to be denied. I’ve always been that way, once the “O” decided it was going to happen, it happened.

Quickly I stroked the banana in and out of my soaking wet, pulsating cunt, bringing OOHs and AHHs from deep in my chest.. I closed my eyes, began to shake and groaned as my nerve-endings exploded. In retrospect, I didn’t cum; I actually came twice as the naughty banana worked wonders on my pulsating pussy.

When I opened my eyes there was a cock jumping around just inches from my face. Lin was no longer a non-participant, his cock wanted action.

I reached for his cock with my free hand, but Lin merely said, “No hands.”

Opening my mouth the man held his cock in his hand and rubbed it all over my face.

“You are such a naughty, bad girl Robyn. You deserve a spanking.”

Instead of taking me over his knees, as he has done many times in the past, he merely spanked my cheeks with his cock. Not hard, but insistent. His cock was half rubbed, half spanked my face.

I’ve sucked that cock a thousand times, blowing him in every place imaginable, but on this morning it was so hot, so different. I stuck out my tongue and opened my mouth but he was having nothing of it. He just kept stroking my face with his cock.

“Turn over and get on your knees,” instructed the man.

I took the banana out of my pussy and got onto my knees.

“You look so very hot, Robyn,” said the man. “Now fuck yourself again with the banana.”

I reached behind my ass and slid the banana up and down my pussy from behind. I had to work at it, as it was a lot harder inserting the fake cock from the rear. Soon I hit pay dirt, though, and began fucking myself from behind.

Lin moved in front of me and began jerking his cock off right in front of my face. Again I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, offering my head to him, but he stayed a few inches away and jerked.

I looked up and saw he wasn’t really looking at my head, as I thought he had been, but saw he was looking over my ass at the hand with the banana. I kept fucking myself as the man barked orders.

“Fuck her, fuck her hard,” he said, ordering the phantom man behind me to fuck my cunt from behind.

All of a sudden I felt a hard cock at my lips, but before I could suck it into my mouth it exploded. Several shots of hot sticky man sauce glazed my face as Lin’s dick blew its copious sperm sauce only my face. Some got into my mouth, some my nose and some my hair, but most coated my cheeks as he came as if he’d stored up for a week.

“Ahh, fuck,” groaned the man before pushing his cock forward into my mouth.

I was all head, as my one hand was still working the banana into my snatch while the other was holding me upright while I was kneeling there. I sucked the remaining cum sauce from his cock while unexpectedly another orgasm caused me to spit the cock out of my mouth.

I moved my hand from my backside to my front, ensuring I didn’t collapse.

Taking his cue, Lin reached behind and grasp the banana and slowly held it inside my cunt as cum cascaded down my face.

“Thank you for the wonderful, wonderful birthday present,” said the man, sliding the fruit dick in and out of me.

Thinking about it later, it had to be an erotic sight for him. He had held the banana in my pussy while his cock was in my mouth. My face was coated with cum and I knelt there moaning.

I wonder what he has in mind for my birthday?

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Fantasy or Obsession Ch. 02

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The beeping of the car alarm startled her from the delicious fantasy. Margot found her hands moist. She wiped her hands on the thin material of her slacks to dry them. The sensation warmed her thighs, reminding her how moist she had become. She slowly raised her hands toward her hips. Her inner thighs had heightened sensitivity to her own touch. She wiggled her hips feeling how her panties had a center of wetness. She absently rubbed her palm over her mound.

Margot looked up suddenly self conscious. Her eye caught the store window which gave a clear line of sight into the front of the store, namely the check stands. The man was standing there talking to another associate. The associate was a young woman, pretty blond. The man smiled at her, or at something she had said. The young woman laughed and flipped her hair.

Margot surmised she was witnessing them flirt. The man leaned closer to the woman over the check stand divider. She turned; they were completely facing one another. They continued talking and smiling. Margot watched the man gesturing with his hands as he spoke…

To her surprise the man pressed length of his entire body against the partition. She could hardly believe her eyes as he did a succession of small pelvic thrusts against the divider, unbeknownst to the woman. There was no one else nearby, so Margot was the lone audience of this odd mating dance. The man stopped perhaps he had realized what he did and was embarrassed. But no, this time he swayed back and forth just a bit. He was rubbing up against the check stand as he flirted.

He was certainly interested in this woman. His arousal was evident even though he backed up and lowered his shirt as far as it would allow. Margot’s own arousal grew.

Margot watched for a minute or two more before he walked back to his counter as the woman took a customer. She appeared a bit put out by the intrusion. These two were definitely interested in each other.

The man turned in his check stand, and faced the window. Margot watched him slide his hand down the length of his shirt to the waist of his pants then finally to his crotch. He adjusted himself discreetly, then hovered before running his hands up and over into his pockets.

Margot found that as he had changed positions from the stands so had she. Margot had moved closer to the passenger side of the sedan. She was sitting in the middle of the seats just behind the gear shifter… The realization dawned when she felt pressure of the knob resting lightly on her crotch.

It was not at all uncomfortable, quite the opposite. She leaned forward telling herself “for a better view”. The hard knob of the shift head was then pressing directly on her upper lips and clit. She slowly rocked her pelvis forward and back in a deliberate manner. Margot found watching him anonymously, was highly erotic.

The man bent over giving Margot a look at his beautiful ass. She rocked more intently. Margot saw the man stand and look around finally looking out the window. She sat back with a start and slumped suddenly afraid of being caught.

After about a half a moment he went back to whatever he had been doing. The young woman had finished ringing up the customer; she turned to him and motioned him over. Margot decided this wasn’t the time to go into see him. But she wanted to know what was going on between them.

She quickly opened her car door, closing it quietly and entered the rear where the tinted windows would provide an adequate coverage if needed.

Once again her palms were damp as she dried them on her inner thighs. Trailing her index finger along her panty line, Margot noticed a slight dampness on the outside of her slacks. She ran her finger up and down the damp trail that shadowed her slit. All the while she watched the man talk to the woman and occasionally give a grind to the check stand.

Margot was highly excited. She had full access to the man that she could not get in the store. He was totally unaware of her presence. The cherry on top was seeing him toy with himself covertly every now and again. She felt naughty and she liked it!

Margot continued rubbing the growing dampness between her legs. After all no one saw here doing it!

The man and his potential mate were interrupted quite often by customers. He didn’t have a chance to leave his check stand once they got busy.

Margot had full view of the man. She stopped rubbing. Fingering the top of her slacks she undid the clasp and slowly lowered the zipper. She found that it was a short zipper and would not allow comfortable access past her trimmed mound. She looked around then lowered her pants just below her ass cheeks. She now had ample room to toy around.

Finding the cotton division of her panties cumbersome she slipped her index and middle fingers between fabric and flesh. She sighed heavily as she leered at him through the glass. Margot teased circles around her clit while she watched.

The man raised his arms to bahis firmaları stretch, then reached around and put his large hands on the small of his back. He bent back loosening his stiffening muscles. As Margot watched his shoulders separate then bunch an image flashed in her mind’s eye. Margot running her nails across his back as he pistoned his meat in and out of her steaming center.

The vivid imagery took her to a higher level of self pleasuring. She stopped teasing her clit she rubbed it furiously. Margot began breathing through her mouth. Her shoulders twitched and tensed. Oh how she needed release.

Release’s arrival would be forthcoming.

He walked out of check stand with a bottle of Windex in one hand and a fistful of paper towels in the other. Raising his muscled arm up the man sprayed the windows with a sheen mist. This window was as clear a view as Margot could get unless she were right on the other side of the glass. As he wiped vertically along the pane, she wiped vertically along her clit and slit. When he rubbed circles she rubbed circles that dug into her pleasure button.

He crouched down to get to the bottom of the window. When he did Margot beheld a beautiful fabric encased man mound. His meat stuffed to the brim in the front and round spheres pushed out either side of the polyester blend prison. At that sight, Margot enlisted the help of her other hand. She used her right to frantically rub her nub, and she used her left index to take a plunge into and out of her fiery cavern. She put her feet on the backs of either front seat, threw her head back stifling the moans of the throes of the most intense climax she had ever had without a partner.

Margot had closed her eyes while riding the high. She felt like she was in one of those falling dreams through space and time, weightless, the stars floating by. She spun in a vortex of motionless motion but without the instant jolt of gravity when you wake up. Instead it was a slow swing back to earth. She opened her eyes a minute later and let her feet fall to the floorboards.

She attempted to refocus her eyes as she slid her panties and slacks back over her ass. She saw when she was able that the man was gone. She looked at all the check stands, Blondie was still there, but he was nowhere to be found. Then she heard the rumble of shopping carts right behind her. He was doing a cart run. How could it be that just as she came he was heading right up to her car? Even though the windows were tinted she lurched down toward the floorboards so as not to be seen, in the unfathomable event he decided to peer in. He rolled the carts past her, not more than two feet away seemingly unaware.

“Phew!” She thought.

When he was three car lengths down from her she let out a breath she didn’t know she has been holding.

The intensity of the moment spurred her to even greater heights. When Margot saw Blondie go on break she decided to go into the store after all.

As was her habit; Margot always kept handy wipes in her purse. She pulled several cloths out, mopped up, wiped her hands, ran a brush through her hair and exited the car.

“Here we go!” Margot thought as she headed up the walk, towards the store.

She attempted to be nonchalant as she searched the lobby for the man. She zeroed in on her targets’ back. Then she immediately looked the other direction. She appeared captivated by the kite display. She regained the composure that was lost when she spotted him.

“Be casual.” Margot told herself.

Her body felt a magnetic pull towards him at the counter. She enlisted all herself control to resist. Margot did not look back to see if her arrival had been noted by him. She secretly hoped he had. But if she were to have turned back and seen him unaware or uninterested that would disappoint her. Disappointment would damage the illusion that he was as enamored with her presence as she was with his. Instead Margot did a little shopping.

Conveniently she only needed items on aisles with at least a small view of his register. When he was at his own check stand she found that her surreptitious glances were not as covert as she first thought. He kept catching her eyes on him. He never held her gaze or gave even a shred of interest at all. He simply was aware of her gawking. Margot was more than a little disappointed. Still she felt compelled to be near him.

Margot stopped all attempts at catching his eye; she simply observed using her peripheral vision. She observed the man talking to a customer. The customer was a woman with long blond hair and too tight jeans. She didn’t hear their conversation but the man’s engaging smile was a clear signal. Margot watched as the woman turned around. Judging by the lines on her face, the woman; although very well put together, was a good thirty years his senior.

Margot was relieved to see that the man was not a member of the Mrs. Robinson’s fan club considering; his eyes didn’t follow her departure. kaçak iddaa Margot tried not to ponder the significance of her heightened attention during his conversation with Mrs. Robinson. She attempted not to consider that jealousy and possessiveness had no cause to be mixed up in her lust. Lust after all is simply lust. Possessiveness and the like only belong if she had some claim on him, which she certainly did not. Despite her self-reflection Margot mainly felt a wave of relief.

Regardless of any lack of reaction or attention from the man she still got hot being near him. When he was not looking she stared openly at him, studying his body, every inch of him from behind. When he was distracted with a customer she watched his facial expressions and body language.

Body language is an apropos term. Each body speaks its own language; the man’s seemed to say “yea I know”. His body was regularly relaxed and his head held up with confidence. His body moved smoothly, with ease, something akin to grace. A masculine grace was how Margot had come to think of it. He didn’t make quick jerks or pivots his hands and eyes were free of twitches. She never saw him appear nervous or anxious; he always seemed to be in control come what may.

The man’s movements were purposeful and precise yet somehow careless. He appeared perfectly blasé. As she watched that evening Margot began to see him in a different light. She used to watch him for some clue as to who and what he really was, that night she decided to enjoy his enigmatic nature and cease looking too deeply. His airy attitude let her imagination run rampant.

Since she did not know him she would create her own image of him. After all Margot thought, people do that to one another on a regular basis. There was no difference between objectifying the cashier to fit her desires than objectifying a beautiful nude model. People lust for the woman on the cover of Playboy and imagine any assortment of wicked pleasures they could experience together. Margot preferred to have the object she craved closer at hand, and flesh not photo. Having fully justified her desires, she felt no shame for her feelings. Margot thought, they would probably never be together, but she would have him, oh yes she would have him.

After having arrived home Margot considered the effects of exploring the eroticism of public masturbation. The experience had opened some inner portal of her hidden desires that had been sealed shut and now was wide open. Margot wondered how far she could push it. She did not wish to be arrested; she couldn’t handle the embarrassment. But the intensity of the climax she reached was off the charts. That was a high she wanted to chase. Margot decided she was going to do it again and soon.

She sat down on the edge of her bed and kicked off her sensible shoes opting to pad around the apartment in her trouser socks. After stopping at the fridge to grab a coke and slap together a sandwich she took the food to her computer desk. She decided she needed a plan.

Margot began by searching Google for links on public masturbation. The first few hits related to people being arrested, others were pay web videos.

“No” she thought.

She then found a site recounting an individual’s numerous “solo rendezvous”.

“My, he is a busy boy!” she thought.

The site had a comments page where other people shared their experiences. There were a great number of women to Margot’s surprise. The site had a page for suggestions: places, clothing, how to react if accused, several explanations for different scenarios and even some helpful get out of jail free cards. One of the suggestions was to carry jock or vaginal itch cream.

“Oh no officer, you don’t understand I was just applying this ointment. Really!”

Margot returned to the main page there was a link for toys. Like Alice and Neo, Margot went in pursuit of the white rabbit. Pages and pages ready to be opened. The website had all manner of toys and playgrounds. From plugs to pumps, spiked face sheaths to feather ticklers all tastes could be satisfied. Margot knew she wanted a vibrator but she was enjoying browsing all the creative activities to play up a sexscapade.

Margot decided on a small finger vibrator that she could slip under her skirt in the movie theater, restaurant etc… that all changed. She saw vibrating panties that were remote controlled. With these panties she could have her fun anywhere. She giggled in delight. Margot never giggled. She imagined wearing the panties during a meeting with her boss, at the beach anywhere. As soon as she saw the panties a plan began to take shape. She ordered the panties in black without a moment’s hesitation. Estimated wait time 3-5 days, too long she chose the expedited shipment option 1-2days, plenty of time to get her plan into action.

The following afternoon sitting in her bland office, resting in her stiff office chair she sat up and leaned back stretching. She smiled at her computer kaçak bahis screen, not at satisfaction of a job well done; considering data entry is never done. She smiled in anticipation of going to work on herself.

As soon as she clocked out she got in her car and went over her list of things to do –

buy lingerie

buy cute outfit
buy completely insensible shoes.

“Ah” Margot sighed, “I love when a plan comes together”.

When she entered the lingerie shop she knew thigh highs and a garter belt were essential, that was all Margot knew for sure. When she approached the counter, a helpful sales girl suggested a sexy bra and panty set or a camisole and hot pants set if she wanted the thigh highs and garter belt. Margot thanked her for the help and agreed, trusting her expertise. Margot thought she must look like a walking advertisement for abstinence.

“Not anymore sister, I am a new woman”! She thought.

Margot purchased a black and light pink camisole, hot pant set with a pale pink garter belt at the last moment she added a pair of nude silk stockings. Crossing step one off her mental list, she proceeded to step 2; cute outfit.

Upon entering the clothing store, Margot’s confidence increased a bit, one piece or two pieces it wasn’t that difficult as long as she could match them she would be fine. She chose a mid length cream colored blowy skirt and a white halter top she would flash a little belly, just in case she became too self conscious she threw in a cute little pink sweater.

Happy with her choice she went shoe shopping she found the perfect pair, they were Baby Phat “Fantasy” pumps, they were pink with gold emblem on the front, definite fuck me pumps. She planned to be standing at the counter most of the time they were on, she felt she would be reasonably safe. Margot could not be sure but she thought she might be giddy. This one outfit was costing more than an entire season of her old wardrobe. That is to say it would have if she changed her clothes with the seasons. Margot decided updating her wardrobe on an annual basis was to be added to her list of things to do.

When she arrived home she was delighted to find her package had arrived. She fumbled with the keys finally gaining entrance into the apartment. She dropped her clothes forgetting them as she headed into the kitchen to retrieve a knife to tear into her package.

The sexy boy cut lace panties’ micro massager was inserted in a pocket in the liner then zipped. Batteries were included. Margot stripped off her clothes right in the middle of the kitchen and shimmied into the panties. The panties were christened with a yelp from Margot within two minutes of using the remote to turn it on high. The massager was powerful.

“This will do nicely.” She decided.

Margot began to prepare for the evening she washed the panties in the sink and hung them on the towel rack to dry. She took her bath with rose oil as was custom. She, blow dried her wavy tresses and blow dried the panties while she was at it.

Margot pulled her camisole over her breasts and stomach then began to put the halter on. It dawned on her not only did the camisole straps show, the cami’s dark colors went right through the halter. Margot dared to go bare. Her nipples rubbed along the course cotton weave of the halter; the sensation was not at all unpleasant.

Attaching the garter and sliding the stockings on were done prior to reinserting the battery and pulling the snug panties on. She slipped the skirt up over her hips. She took a seat while putting on the shoes, she wasn’t terribly wobbly and they were cute.

Margot assessed herself in the mirror the best she could, she was pleased with what she saw. Her bathroom mirror was high so she got a kitchen chair to stand on to check out her lower half. She nearly fell off until she took her heels off. Since the lighting in the bathroom was dim she didn’t notice that her panties and garter showed through clearly. Before heading out see the man she put her heels back on and grabbed the sweater. She put her sweater over her arm in case she wanted to wear it at the last minute.

She arrived in the parking lot. Her heart raced and she had the sudden urge to flee. Just to call the whole thing off before she made a complete fool of herself. But the memory of how excited she was while pleasuring herself in semi public quickly quieted her fear. Leaving in its’ wake a hunger to take it to the next level. How she reacted when she came would determine how public this display would be.

Seconds before she entered the store Margot realized she had planned everything in great detail; except for the actual event. Sudden anxiety racked her. How would she do this? Was he even there? Was she going to have it on low the whole time or high just while she was in his line?

“Oh no! Where is the remote? Nothing can happen without the remote!” Margot fretted.

She found the remote tucked into the side pocket of her purse. She gave it a quick test to make sure the batteries weren’t dead.

“Roger ready for takeoff. ” Margot thought trying to steady her nerves.

She was in luck, He was there and the store was practically empty.

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My College Education Pt. 08

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As I have related in the previous seven chapters my girlfriend, Abby, lives with two attractive roommates, Barb and Carla. All year long has been one sexual adventure after the other as the three of them try to find ways to embarrass me. While they have been successful on many occasions, I have to say that every weekend is a new experience and I truly look forward to seeing what they have come (or is it cum) up with next. Over time I have wound up having sex with all three of them and fortunately Abby has not been upset or seemed to mind.

As Abby’s birthday approached, I had to think of something to get her for a present. The first thing that came to mind was kinky underwear such as crotchless panties, a skimpy bra, or maybe a filmy nightie. Knowing that we would have some kind of celebration that included Barb and Carla, I felt that something perhaps even more risqué would be in order. That’s when a remote control vibrator came to mind. Not thinking about it even a second time, I ordered one online and at our little celebration it was a big hit eliciting naughty comments from her two roommates. The week after Abby’s birthday I had a field trip required by my civil engineering program so I couldn’t visit the girls. Nevertheless, a week later Abby related the following story.

“I had a major paper assigned by my Pharmacology course on drug interactions, which meant that I had long hours in front of my computer doing library research and then putting the paper together. What was nice is that my roommate, Carla, also had to do the same paper so at least we could converse.”

“Hey, Ab, how’s the paper going?” asked Carla.

“Not so well. I think I could have used Rob’s company this weekend for a little moral support. Besides he’s so smart, he’d have some ideas that I might use.”

“I think I know what you’re missing, and it isn’t moral support,” replied Carla with a little naughty snicker.

Having lived with Carla for as long as I had there was not much that she would say that would make me blush. At least not anymore, that is. “You’re probably right about that. He does have a way of keeping my spirits up.”

“And you have a way of keeping him up,” said Carla with her endless stream of double entendre.

It was that last comment that made me think of the birthday party that I had the previous weekend when Rob had given me the remote controlled vibrator. It’s a terrible thing to say, but I had not tried it yet. After güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri Carla left, I went to my top dresser drawer and got out the tiny velvet pouch and removed the little black bullet and its remote. There was also a wifi connection so I could control it from my smartphone. Not waiting one more minute, I attached the USB cord so that it could charge and then downloaded the app to my phone. “Now all I need to do is get back to my paper for an hour or so as this thing charges,” I said to myself already starting to feel a wetness develop in my panties.

My attention returned to my paper where I was reading about electrolyte depletion in patients taking diuretics. “Fascinating stuff!” I sarcastically said to myself as I made some notes that would wind up as a quote. Still, that lingering wetness told me that I needed to check on my vibrator’s charge. “Perfect! It’s ready!” I exclaimed out loud.

Carla popped her head in. “Are you OK? I heard you yell something.”

“No, I’m fine. I just found something online that will be really useful in the paper,” I explained not wanting to let Carla know what I was about to do. She’d learn eventually, but not at this moment.

I got the tube of Astroglide from my nightstand and lubed the vibe, which made it into a slippery little devil. I really liked the design because this vibe could be worn totally concealed. It was designed to go into my vagina and even had a little nylon string so I could remove it when that time came. Not waiting a minute more, I slipped it down the front of my bikinis and pushed it up inside. Once inserted I could not feel a thing, sort of like having a tampon inserted. Then the moment of truth arrived as I picked up my cellphone, went to the app and found the settings. Being a newbie, I thought it best to go slow and turned it on to its lowest setting. A faint vibration started, but what was nice was that it was totally silent.

I left it on for a few minutes to sort of get used to it. It felt very pleasant and not the least bit offensive. “Continuing to the write the paper would be a breeze with this humming away inside of me,” I thought. “Besides it is so quiet I could even wear it to class. It would sure be a way to deal with a boring professor who might drone on about some arcane topic.”

“OK, so now that I got used to the vibrations I went back to the app and tried some of the other settings. Some were too powerful and were güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri totally distracting, while others were programmed for some fluctuations. “Nice,” I thought, “But also distracting.” Still even the low setting was making my pussy quite wet, which is a nice experience if you are engaged in foreplay, but under these conditions I was only going to wind up with very soggy bikinis. To counter that, I got up, went to the bathroom and put a pantyliner in.

Returning to my desk I felt that I could now turn my attention once again to my paper. The faint vibration in my vagina was soothing and sort of like listening to some music. I honestly think that it made me more productive. At least it got me through those boring paragraphs on pharmacology research.

Sometime later, my phone rang. I could tell by the number that it was Rob. “Hey, how are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m fine. The field trip is awesome, but I would much rather be there with you this weekend,” he replied.

“Well, you are sort of with me.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I’m trying your birthday present and love it. Not as good as you inside of me, but still very enjoyable. I’m using it as I’m writing my paper.”

“Cool. Look, I’ve got to run, but will call you a little later when we can chat. OK?” he asked.

“Sure, that will let me get most of the way through the paper. Call me after supper.”

“OK, love you.”

“I love you, too.”

So once again I returned my attention to the paper, that little vibe just doing its thing in a most enjoyable and quiet way. It was the perfect gift.

About an hour or so later I decided that I needed to take a pee break but was amazed at how wet my pantyliner was. So much so that I was going to have to put a fresh one in, which is something that I have never had to do, at least when not on my period.

When I returned to my desk and resumed composing the next section of the paper, I sensed that the vibrations ‘down there’ were stronger than they had seemed only minutes before. “Could that be?” I asked knowing that I had not changed the settings on my iPhone. The vibrations were pleasant enough, but clearly they were stronger. I chose to ignore them.

Sometime later they felt stronger yet. I was wondering if the vibe was malfunctioning, so I read the instruction pamphlet. It did not say anything about variations or speeding up, so I tried to put it out of güvenilir bahis şirketleri my mind. That was not easy because the vibrations were stronger still. Don’t get me wrong, it was not the least bit unpleasant, but they were strong enough to be distracting and when I say distracting mean that I felt that I was soon going to have an orgasm because my pulse felt like it had quickened and my breathing was deeper. I loved the feeling, but it was certainly strange.

Just as I was on the verge of a climax, the phone rang. It was Rob. “Hey, Ab, how’s it going?”

“It’s going great, but the funniest thing about that little vibrator that you bought me, I feel that it’s like a runaway train. The vibrations keep getting stronger and stronger. It’s now really distracting, but I have to admit I’m loving every minute of it.”

He started to laugh and finally said, “I’m really glad that you are enjoying it.”

“Enjoying it?! I think I’m about to cum. This thing is amazing.”

Rob now went into hysterics. “Ab, check the app on your phone.”

“Why? Have I done something wrong?”

“No, you haven’t, but just check.”

“The phone said that I the setting was at high-medium. I hadn’t set it that high.”

“Really? You had to.”

“No, I didn’t,’ I told him as I reset it to low. Then before my very eyes the phone reset the vibe back to high-medium.

He started laughing uncontrollably. “That is just too funny,” he said.

“This thing was about to make me cum in my panties,” I shouted.

Hearing the commotion Carla came back to my room and said, “What? You’re going to cum in your panties? From what?”

“I tried out my new vibe and it set itself to high. I love the sensation, but I am about to cum,” I told her.

“That’s too funny.”

Meanwhile Rob finally had to give in and tell me that he had also put the app on his phone and could control the vibe by wifi. In other words, he could make me cum anytime he wanted to, assuming, that is, that I had the vibe inserted.

“So, mister smarty engineer, what would have happened if I had been in class when you did that?”

“You would have enjoyed that class more than you ever have known. Besides, your classmates would all be wondering, too.”

“And I would have had a huge wet spot to deal with. Still, you’re forgiven, but I think I have to go change my pantyliner . . . again.”

“It is the gift that keeps on giving or maybe keeps on cumming,” said Carla with her often heard naughty giggle. “I’m going to have get myself one of those. It will certainly make Dr. Bartholomew’s class a lot more tolerable!”

I did have to forgive Rob for his extremely naughty trick because this was the best gift I have ever gotten. And it does keep giving, too.

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First Time Submission Pt. 01

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They had discussed it a few times over the years – should they include a third in their sex life? He was all for it from the beginning, but she wasn’t so sure. But he kept at it, bringing it up every now and then. She finally agreed that maybe the next time they were on vacation, something ‘might’ happen.

They had been married for nearly 20 years, but were still having sex frequently, although it had become a bit routine. They had tried spicing things up a bit with some roleplay and some light bondage. Enjoyable as it was, it wasn’t what either of them really wanted. She was a true submissive and longed to be ‘made’ to do things for dom. He was submissive also, but more into being made to watch her with the dom or perhaps not being allowed to watch her with the dom – he wasn’t sure, and that was part of the excitement for him.

So it was about the time that they were looking for ideas for their wedding anniversary that he brought the matter up again. Only this time he was braver than usual. He suggested that since they were going away, perhaps they should use one of those sites he had seen to find a dom. She was surprised, but he could tell it secretly excited her. The thought of being in a strange place where no one would know them, and they would be submitting to someone and doing whatever was demanded of them really turned her on.

She agreed to the idea, but said she would canlı bahis have to be comfortable with the guy before any meeting went ahead.

It was still a few months till they’d be going but they thought they’d start looking right away – never having done this sort of thing before they didn’t know how long it would take to find someone.

So they placed an ad on the website ‘Mature submissive couple seeks dom. An anniversary present to ourselves, we want to serve you, do whatever you ask. We’ll be on holiday in your city and don’t know anyone there – our inhibitions will be left at the airport. Send details of what you would have us do.’

It wasn’t long before they received some responses. Reading through them together got them both a bit hot and bothered and naturally led to a quick session in bed. Despite that, there were none which really stood out immediately so they politely responded to each one explaining that they didn’t think they were a match.

Over the next couple of weeks they received dozens of replies, but it wasn’t until late one evening they were reading one and both agreed that he might be ‘the one’. He was a lot older than they were, which they liked the idea of. He knew that she’d had a thing for older guys before they got married, but she was a lot younger then. It turned out that she still had a thing for older guys. The guy was in his 60’s, so nearly 20 years bahis siteleri older. And he mentioned that he’d had some experience as a dom, mainly with his ex wife. So not too experienced, and single – so that ticked another couple of boxes for them.

But most of all, his reply was detailed, but not too detailed. He mentioned that he loved to have a woman serving him do whatever he asked, no matter the setting. And that maybe the husband wouldn’t even see what his wife was being made to do, or maybe he’d be made to do it to her. The mystery was what appealed to them.

So they replied with some details on when they’d be arriving, where they’d be staying and that perhaps they could meet at the hotel bar to see where things lead. He agreed and for the next couple of months they could think of little else. They were really going to do this.

A week before their trip, Stuart contacted them again to make sure they were still meeting as originally planned.

‘Of course, we can’t wait’ they replied.

So the week before the trip seemed to drag on for an eternity, but finally they arrived at the hotel after a longish flight. It was mid morning, so they retired to their room to catch up on some sleep before venturing out to the hotel bar that night.

They had arranged with Stuart that they would be at the hotel bar at 7, so they woke refreshed with plenty of time to get ready bahis şirketleri and have a bite to eat. They got room service and showered, excited at what the night might hold.

He wore some dress shorts and a polo, since the night was warm. Sarah put on some lingerie she had bought for the occasion – matching lace panties and bra, her nipples quite evident through the sheer cups. Over that she put on a floral dress, which showed a bit of cleavage, but not too much, and the hem came down to her thighs. It zipped up the back, and the material was light and flowing.

‘What do you think?’ she asked Jason, twirling around.

‘You look great. Ready to go?’ he replied, eager to get to the bar.

‘I am. I can’t wait to meet Stuart’ she smiled back as she headed for the door.

They held hands all the way to the bar, as much for some moral support as anything. Once they got there they spotted a booth near the back in what looked like it would be a quiet part of the bar. They sat at it, opposite each other, waiting.

‘Nervous?’ Jason asked her across the table.

‘Of course, aren’t you?’

‘I am too.’ he replied, looking around.

It wasn’t long before an older gentleman approached. They had shared a couple of photos with Stuart but the bar was a little dark so they couldn’t make out his features until he was standing at the end of the booth.

‘Jason, Sarah, I’m Stuart’ he said ‘Nice to finally meet you both.’

‘Likewise’ Jason replied sliding out of the booth and offering his hand. Stuart shook firmly, indicating that Sarah didn’t need to get up as he sat down next to her.

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