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It was Friday night, Bill had invited me to come and stay over and with an accelerated heart rate I approached his address, thinking about my tall handsome man who was waiting for me.

Kate my GPS, led me unerringly to his street by the park and I didn’t need her to tell me I had reached my destination.

Reaching into the back I retrieved my bag, locked the car and stepped up to the front door and before I could knock it was opened and there he was, with his beautiful warming smile.

I entered, pulling the door closed behind me and was crushed in his arms. We kissed and we kissed, and we kissed again. It had been a long time. Then we kissed again. Finally we disengaged and just looked and smiled at each other. We chatted, Bill showing me to a chair at the dining table and offering a very welcome coffee.

We caught up with each other’s news. His home was deliciously warm because it was very bleak and raw outside and I felt warm and at home and at peace. Something light and classical was playing in the background.

We drank our coffee but there was a feeling of mutual impatience and as I drained the last of my mug Bill said “well I’m for a shower” and I smiled. “Yes please, me too”.

Being ever the gentleman he let me go first and a lovely warm shower and a good rub down with his thirsty bath sheets and I was into the warm bedroom. He had lit “our” scented candle and the lovely aroma brought back some very happy memories of past occasions together. The bed was prepared with towels to protect against inadvertent spillages and Bill had arranged his toys on a bedside table and I opened my bag and put mine out beside them. I could hear Bill enjoying his shower and lay on the bed and waited impatiently for him to finish.

At last the shower stopped and I could hear him moving about drying himself.

At last he entered the bedroom, that fabulous smile on his face. I sat up on the bed and swung my legs to the side so he could sit beside me. We embraced and kissed, my fingers stroked his chest and found a nipple immediately and he did the same to me.

The position was not comfortable so I turned and stretched out on the bed bringing him down beside me and we could now kiss and caress to our hearts content. My hand wandered down his body and found his cock. As always it was wet with his sweet precum and not wishing to waste any of it I slid down the bed and took him into my mouth. He has a lovely sized cock, I am able to take it very deeply and I enjoy playing with it using my lips and tongue. I stroked my tongue down his shaft to his balls, bursa escort softly licking each one and then running my tongue down the sensitive groove between the top of his thigh and his genitals and then took his cock back into my mouth. One hand teasing his nipples while I slowly sucked him and took him deeply into my throat.

I enjoyed myself for some time but Bill decided he wanted fair shares and he brought me back up the bed beside home and having kissed me soundly moved his attention to my very sensitive nipples. Very softly and slowly licking one while his gently fingertips just toyed with the other one. Oh this was just so sensuous. Then his other hand wandered down my body to discover my cock and he started to gently stroke it. His lips left my nipple and slowly, very slowly he slid down the bed until he could take my cock into his mouth.

The glorious sensation of warmth, the lovely sliding feeling as his lips moved over me, the incredibly erotic feeling as his tongue teased me and the feeling of completion as his lips met my pubic bone. I was completely buried into his throat.

Very, very slowly, his head moved up and down me. Meanwhile his fingers were teasing my balls, he allowed some saliva to drip down the shaft so his fingers became lovely and slippery as he stroked and teased me. I could stand a lot of this treatment, and I did. It was so exquisite but the time came when I wanted equal rights. I asked Bill to swing around and come on top of me in a 69 position which, being an obliging fellow, he did.

Ah now this was better I felt him take me back into his mouth but on this angle the feeling was quite different. Equally delectable but quite different and at last I had his cock positioned right above my face. I wasted no time in slowly putting he head between my lips. It was dripping sweet precum which I rapidly dealt to. His head is quite sensitive and I know he enjoys me paying a lot of attention to it so I wrapped my lips about it, sucked it into my mouth and then tickled and licked it with my tongue. It must have been nice because he started doing the same to me.

Both of us employed our fingers to tease each other’s balls and then I reached out for a tube of lube and placed a dollop in is crack. As usual I managed to drip a portion on my face as well but it is harmless so who cares. I now started sliding my fingers around his crack, just gently teasing. Not to be outdone Bill took me from his mouth and asked me to pass the tube to him so he could apply it to me as well.

Oh that delicious feeling of a bursa eskort bayan warm mouth and teasing gentle fingers getting me more and more excited.

I could feel a fingertip gently pressing against my hole and I responded by doing the same to Bill. His finger went deeper, so did mine, his came back out part way, so did mine.

We teased each other like this for quite some time and then I felt Bill inserting a second finger. What was a man to do? I had to respond in the only way I could so I did the same.

He was leaking copious amounts of precum (note: don’t let him get dehydrated here) which tasted so sweet, like nectar.

His cock felt so good in my mouth, I was taking him as deep as I could, and he was exciting me so much with his fingers and his warm mouth in turn.

Then I reached for one of his toys. A rather large black dildo and retrieved the lube back from Bill’s end of the bed and liberally anointed the device and then just quietly slid it up and down his crack. Making no effort to insert it, just teasing him with the sensation of it touching him.

Not to be outdone he stopped sucking me long enough to request I pass down one of my toys and the lube so he could reciprocate. With great pleasure I acceded and in a short while we were both engaged in giving immense oral pleasure to our partner and slowly teasing him with our toys. Then I felt Bill very gently pressing the head of my toy into my ring. Aww that felt nice. He was not pushing too hard, just enough to show he was at the entrance and I pressed down against it to push it further in. He would press and release, this was such a delicious teasing feeling I felt I had to do the same for him. Slowly he kept up the pressure until I felt it slide right into me and, not to be outdone I slid his into his warm hole in return. Not too far and then just holding it there to enable him to get used to the sensation. Then I started slowly pumping it, taking it further in each time and sucking him in time to the pushing and he commenced to do the same to me.

Oh man this was so lovely. We were both feeling the same divine sensations. I had no desire to cum, I was just totally taken by the pleasure of the moment.

We continued this for quite a long time until I felt I had reached the stage where I needed a break so I asked Bill to gently remove the dildo and stop sucking, telling him why, which he did and he said he felt the same so the toys were removed I passed down some paper towel for mine and wrapped his as well and he corkscrewed around in the bed and I relaxed in his arms.

We had been fooling around for over an hour so a rest was called for.

After a while we both got up and went to the bathroom to clean up and to clean the toys and to get some water to drink and then we returned to bed.

We just lay there chatting quietly and then Bill began kissing me, something he does remarkably well. He played with my cock which responded immediately and after a short while he slid down the bed and on to the floor at the end of the bed and then pulled my legs to bring me down so he could just lean forward and take me into his mouth. My absolute favourite position for an orgasmic blow job and, this is exactly what he proceeded to give me. His warm lips surrounded me and then he took me deeper and deeper into his warm mouth until I could feel him hard against my pubic bone. I could go no further. His tongue which is both long and very strong was slathering up and down my shaft and then teasing around the head. This was so exciting and then he reached for the lube and gently massaged my crack. I knew what would happen next and became quite impatient for him to move.

He reached for my big pink dildo and very, very slowly forced it onto my waiting hole. Meanwhile sucking me very slowly. Oh this was ecstasy. The combination of sensations so totally different and yet each to completely complimentary and erotic had me groaning with pleasure.

He slowly pumped the dildo in and out in time to the movement of his warm mouth. The excitement and tension grew until I knew I was going to cum but the thing was, the excitement and tension was so great I was scared to cum. I felt it would be too high an experience but Bill was not to be deterred. His beautiful warm mouth and suction combined with the thrusting motion in my anus brought me right to the peak.

With a shudder I climaxed. I just kept cumming, I felt I would never stop, time seemed to stand still. The feeling was so incredibly intense and then gradually my senses returned to earth. Bill still held me deep in his mouth but very slowly he removed my pink friend and put it to one side. He softly came up my shaft and gently lay my cock on my tummy and then came to lie beside me and hold me as I shuddered with aftershocks like someone after an earthquake, which is exactly how it felt.

Bill you are a wonderful lover. Thank you. He held me close until I settled and then, being the ever thoughtful lover that he is he went to the bathroom and returned with a warm facecloth and he gently wiped me. The feeling of the warm damp cloth was exactly what I needed to complete the good feelings.

I suppose we spoke after this but in reality all I recall is falling asleep, feeling him getting in bed beside me and covering me with the duvet but that was all I recall until morning.

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Odin tells Eiolyte Amanda’s stories. Obscenely pregnant, with a belly that weighed trillions of tons packed full of countless young. Amanda’s assets bloated in size. Her endowments and her belly grew exponentially inside the breeding facility. She lost herself in her own lust. It wasn’t until she found happiness in her multi-continent-sized assets did she claw herself back.

Chapter 5 – Graduation

A wolfwoman rolled a vial across her hand. A light blue fluid swished inside. She’s heard of what it does. The person who sold it to her, claimed she would gain the leviathan gene. She didn’t get answers of how. Instead, she continued to gaze at it. Should I? The wolfwoman considered it. How desperate am I? She tucked the vial away in a pocket and approached her mirror.

She scanned her small stature up to her ample bust. She imagined it. Her tits larger than beach-balls. Her pussy a gargantuan camel-toe. She pulled out the vial again and peered at it. Maybe this is my only chance. She stared at it. I got nothing to lose. She unscrewed the vial. Bottoms up. Quickly she downed it. Her body heated up.

Her dress grew tight. Her bust grew in size. She watched in awe. Her tits jostled forward and rapidly grew. Massive and heavy, laden with milk. Her nipples grew thick and round. Breast milk, soaked her top. Her dress creaked and groaned. Fabric tore, her tits bursted out. She continued to grow, heavier, and heavier. Her breasts swayed, like a pair of anvils strapped to her chest. She leaked greater amounts of milk. She splashed the ground.

Her gargantuan, beach-ball sized tits inflated past her torso, and past her crotch. Her breasts neared her knees. She hefted a tit. A wicked smile grew across her muzzle. She groped her tits. Her furry breasts, stretched far past her limit. She found them taut, crammed with milk. She massaged her mammoth tits.

A sharp pain smashed her crotch. She grimaced and clutched her pussy. She couldn’t see past her tits, but she felt her clit, grow larger like a rod. Below them two orbs formed. At first small, they quickly quadrupled her size. Her rod lengthened rapidly and packed on mass a like an animal prepped for hibernation. Her clit grew wieldy and drew a massive outline in her dress. She peered in the mirror and found it had become a cock. A knotted wolf-cock complete with a set of gargantuan, beach-ball sized testicles.

Her cock ripped out of her dress and grew erect. Her balls eagerly followed. Her red rocket climbed far above her in height, and positively dwarfed her. She breathed heavily, her cock pulsed and throbbed. Her colossal testes churned and bubbled. Packed full of seed her balls stretched her fur.

Her cock, over twice her height, showered her in large globs of pre. Her gray coat, soaked. Her pussy shifted just behind her testes. It exploded in size. Her labia grew massive. Pre-fem lube splashed between her thighs. If not for her balls, she knew she’d possess a gargantuan camel-toe.

Her tongue lolled out of her mouth. She continued to huff and puff. Lust fired through her veins like a drug. Every nerve, ignited like a bonfire.

“Ohhh!” She moaned loudly. Her assets exploded in size. Her dress continued to rip, and soon she towered over people. The muscles across her body bloated to monstrous proportions. Her legs, thicker than tree trunks, covered in gargantuan muscle. Her arms thickened further and possessed massive muscle of her own. The rest of her body followed suite.

By the time she finished. She struggled to fit inside her small bathroom. Too tall with gargantuan genitalia. Her mind raced with possibility. I feel invincible! She flexed her obscene muscle. She grinned. A wave of adrenaline flooded her system. She stared at her bathroom counter. CRASH! She shattered her sink into a million pieces.

She stepped out of her bathroom. She ripped the door off its hinges. Then cracked it over her knee. She slammed her fist into a table, and shattered it. Her adrenaline climbed. She punched a hole in the wall. Then tore it open. She stepped out of her apartment. A nearby deer-man looked on in horror.

“KNEEL!” Her voice boomed.

The deer-man crumpled before her. “Please! I’m sorry! Somebody help!”

She gripped the deer-man’s tiny body and crushed it. More dopamine surged out of her brain. She smiled. She slammed the deer-man against the wall. Cracks spider-webbed out. She smashed the deer-man’s head and turned it into a thin paste. A fiery glow set fire to her nerves. She smiled.

Amanda bolted awake and panted heavily. Sweat dripped down her fur. Her colossal horse-cocks, rock-hard, towered far above her. Pre splashed across her room. Her escort bursa quad tits gorged milk. Her humongous cow udder, soaked her bed. A torrent of pre fem-lube sprayed out of her twin horse-pussies. Her quad testes, churned, desperate for release. Amanda’s heart raced. What was that?

She shook her head. First let me take care of this. She peered at her massive assets. Condensed, they still weighed trillions of metric tons. Her current size, an insignificant fraction of her true size. Despite this, she carried them like anyone else. Quickly she got to work. She grabbed her monolithic horse-cocks and pulled them into her valley of tit.

Pressed against her colossal cow udder. She shivered. Her massive, oversensitive nature, overwhelmed her senses. She moved her colossal tits up and down. Schlep, schlep, schlep. Her rods squelched, already soaked in her pre. Her orgasm climbed. Her twin pussies spasamed wildly. Her nuts roared ready for release. Hot, thick, virile seed climbed her shafts and exploded out of her blunt heads. They sprayed loudly her ejaculation reverberated off the stone walls. Her pussies spattered her dorm room. Fem-lube exploded out of them like a fire hydrant. Warm milk erupted out of her tits and udder like a volcano. Amanda’s dorm room, turned into a cacophony of eruptions.

Her rut deepened and quadrupled her production of seed and added to her virility. It fired off greater amounts of the stuff. Her heat, burned bright. Her pussies vibrated, more eggs unleashed in tsunami’s, deep in her massive uterus. Her fertility skyrocketed.

The level inside her room climbed. She continued to climax. By the time she finished. A lake of sexual fluids submerged her bed. Her second pair of tits partly submerged, poked out of the fluids. The bottom of her top pair soaked. Her gargantuan nuts partly submersed. Only the top swell, visible above the fluid line. A fraction of her massive udder jutted out of the lake. Her deep rut slowly waned. Her perpetual heat followed.

Amanda blinked. Her assets, remained stretched, packed with fluids. She took a deep breath. Her gargantuan horse-rods slowly retreated to her massive sheathes. Her balls, rumbled, and churned more thick seed. A sign, her nuts had settled. The torrent from her tits and udder, weakened to a waterfall. Her pussies angry torrent of fem-lube relaxed.

Still Amanda gorged small torrents of the stuff. After her time at the breeding facility. She continued to adapt. She stood to her newfound height. Just below an elephant-person. She waded through her lake of fluids. Her swollen assets dragged heavily across the ground. She pulled a lever. Alarms blared and red lights flashed. A loud, industrial-grade pump kicked into action. Slowly the level lowered.

Thanks to an old law. Amanda received aide. Compensation for more expensive equipment for her. The production and size of her endowments. Dwarfed her previous B-class leviathan gene. Her new, leviathan-class rating allowed more funding. Amanda doubt it would change. In fact, she expected herself to become the largest leviathan-class.

Her dorm room drained. Amanda switched the lever. The alarms turned off. She sighed. Covered in her own fluids. Amanda used a specialty shower and rinsed herself off. What was with that dream? Amanda continued to wonder.

She quickly toweled herself off. She opened her closet and found a new set of dresses. Massive, her new dresses covered her. Her monstrous assets drew gargantuan outlines. To the point, she might occupy a room, with just her assets. She clasped the last button on her dress and left her dorm.

Amanda sat in a large auditorium. Filled with numerous anthros, humans, and taurs. She occupied a decent chunk of the space. A few others occupied smaller sections. Her teacher walked up to the podium. Placed on a stage.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I am happy to bring you our newest graduates from the Canis Lupus Indagator Guild!”

The audience applauded.

The teacher cleared his throat. “To start, we started with twenty students in our class and ended up with eleven. Three have walked out while six, perished. Let us take a moment to mourn them.”

Silence filled the room.

“It always pains me to see students perish from the mutations. They help in ways many might not understand. I only wish they didn’t have such a fatality rate.” He sighed, distressed. “I dream of a future where mutations will have a zero percent fatality rate. And I can see every one of our students walk away unharmed.”

Another applause.

“Now onto the ceremony.” The teacher shuffled some cards at the podium. “The students I call up. I have compared to other students in the class. So, let’s start this off with eleventh place! eskort bursa We have Arnold Swaye!”

Everyone clapped.

A normal-height collie-man walked up to the stage. The teacher handed him an elaborate frame with a paper inside it.

“This is your Indagator license.”

The collie-man looked at the frame and beamed. “Thank you so much professor Lorenz.”

He held it up to the crowd.

“Now we move onto tenth place! Bernard Strix!” A large tiger-man walked up to the stage.

The teacher handed him a frame. He held it up high.

After the next few people the teacher finally reached first place. “And now, for the person who topped the class. In first place we have Amanda Liam!”

Amanda walked up to the podium. The teacher handed her a frame She peered at it.

It is hereby granted by the authority of the Canis Lupus Indagator Guild.

Amanda Liam to have completed her training.

From herein, Amanda Liam shall be known as a certified Indagator.

Amanda smiled and held it up. The audience clapped.

“Every one of my students have performed well. And shown me they can make a difference! I am happy to see you on the field!” The teacher beamed at his students and took a seat. Another teacher walked up to the podium and gave out awards to the Indagators he taught. After an hour Amanda’s teacher walked back up to the podium.

“New Indagators added to the field means more safety for all of us. That will be all from us tonight. I do encourage everyone to attend the Indagator ball and meet our new recruits!”

The crowd milled out of the auditorium to vast ballroom. Amanda grabbed a plate of food from a nearby table.

“You’re absolutely enormous!” A badger-woman approached her. Amanda peered over her tits and found her with two large, sports-ball sized breasts and a sizeable camel-toe. She shook her hand. Amanda smiled.

“You must be a leviathan-class.”

Amanda nodded.

“I never thought people like you would exist.”

“Thank you.” Amanda calmly responded.

“How’d you do it?! How’d you top your class?!”

Amanda explained her story to the badger-woman. Her jaw hit the floor.

“Wow! You’re still growing?!” She stared at Amanda flabbergasted.

She nodded. “Sometimes I wake up with trillions of tons of added weight to my assets. To billions, millions, or nothing.”

The badger shook her head. “You are truly unbelievable!”

Amanda gently smiled. “Thank you.”

The rest of the night Amanda talked to other people who approached her. Some flabbergasted by her size and some stunned by her being the first female Indagator. Otherwise, she minded herself or spent time with her classmates. By the end of the ball, she looked forward to her first day on the job.

She awoke the next morning and found significant heft to her endowments. She wagered her assets ballooned extraordinarily. Fortunately her current size remained the same. She sighed and drained her assets. A daily routine done several times throughout the day. She headed to the Canis Lupus Indagator Guild.

“Morning, can I get your name?” Amanda approached the receptionist.

“Amanda Liam, Bronze, A-class Indagator.” She smiled. Proud of her new title.

“First day?” The lady asked.

Amanda nodded.

“I don’t know if we have armor for you. But you can pick out your armaments. I’ll get someone.”

Amanda nodded and waited.

Soon a zebra-man approached her. “You’re the lady hunter?”

“Yes.”

“Call me Menferd.” He shook her hand. “Follow me, and I’ll get you equipped.”

Amanda followed Menferd down a hallway to the right. At the end of the hall, a large bank safe. Fritz quickly spun the wheel and hefted the door open. Inside guns, swords, bullets, and other weaponry lined the walls.

Menferd stepped inside.

Amanda expertly maneuvered her way inside. Careful not to squish her gigantic endowments.

“What fighting style did you choose?”

“The Arbor Ventus style.”

Menferd nodded. “We’ll start here then.” He lead her to a section of the safe with numerous pistols. “Which pistol do you want?”

Amanda stepped back, her tits no longer obscured the pistols.

She gazed at the pistols and picked one out.

Menferd smiled. “That’s the Hawkeye Anti-Monster pistol.” He grabbed another. “Specifically the Mark 1c. It’s based off the M1911A1, which was tried and tested in the Great War.” He grinned. “The Hawkeye has a significantly lengthened barrel and fires the same.45 ACP rounds. At a much higher velocity.”

“Can I take it out to the range?”

“Of course.”

Amanda peered at the wall again. She grabbed a hefty revolver.

Menferd grabbed another off the wall. “This is the Bedlam Anti-Monster Pistol. The Mark 10c. It’s based off the colt walker with improvements from the dragoon. Although unlike the walker or the dragoon, its barrel is much longer, and it fires a.55 caliber round. Quite the nasty kick it has. It’s also double-action. Instead of single.”

“I’ll try it out as well.”

“Are you sure? It really does kick.”

Amanda nodded.

Menferd shrugged. “All right.”

Amanda selected a few more pistols and took them out to the range. She grabbed the Hawkeye, loaded a magazine and fired a few rounds. While the gun kicked back, it never strained her wrist. The higher velocity pierced the monster dummies well enough and left a mark. She grabbed the Bedlam. Immediately, she found it significantly heavier than the Hawkeye.

The break-barrel designed allowed her to easily load the large cylinder. She clicked it shut and took aim. Her first shot threw her arm back. She grimaced.

“Ow.”

“Like I said, quite the kick.”

Amanda continued to fire the hefty gun. By the time she finished her wrist ached. The larger caliber, combined with a significant velocity. Left large holes in the dummies.

“The Bedlam does a lot more damage.” Amanda noted.

“Certainly does, but the heater’s unwieldy.”

Amanda tried the rest of her pistols. “I’ll take the Hawkeye.”

“Good pick.” He smiled. “Let’s head back to the armory.”

Amanda followed Menferd back to the bank safe.

“We’ll deliver ammunition to the weapons safe in your office.”

Amanda nodded.

“For now you’re going to need a heavy gun.” He lead her to another corner of the armory.

Before her laid out several, oversized rifles. They varied in length and size. She grabbed one with a wooden stock and a large, lengthy barrel.

“That’s the Thunderclap Anti-Monster Rifle. The Mark 2c. It’s based off the captured German anti-tank rifle of The Great War. The Mauser Tankgewehr. This one has a 13 mm caliber and fires 100 mm long cartridges. I’ve heard its broken collar bones and dislocated shoulders.”

Amanda hesitated. “I’ll try it out.”

She searched the rack of rifles and reached for another. It had a longer, thinner barrel.

“That’s Peregrine Anti-Monster Rifle. The Mark 5b. It fires a custom 11.5 mm round with the same length cartridge of the Thunderclap. Although its kick doesn’t hurt as much.”

“I’ll try it as well.”

Amanda picked fewer rifles. Due to their unwieldy nature. She set up the Thunderclap. She pulled its large bolt back and shoved in a sizeable round. Carefully she took aim and fired. CRACK! The bullet slammed into the monster dummy and ripped a massive hole. Amanda rubbed her shoulder. The kickback caused it to ache. She test fired it a few more times until her shoulder screamed at her to stop. She set it down and grabbed the Peregrine rifle. Its thinner nature made it lighter. It had a fixed clip. She pulled back the bolt and shoved bullets into the clip. On the final round she shoved the bolt forward, took aim, and fired.

The bullet ripped into the dummy and caused significant damage. While notably less than the Thunderclap it left an undeniable stamp. She continued to fire. By the end of her trial her shoulder no longer ached.

“I’ll take the Peregrine.”

“Good choice.”

Back inside the armory, Amanda approached a wall of swords.

“This side we have steel swords.” Menferd motioned to the left side of the blade rack. “This side are you silver swords.” He motioned to the right. “Take your pick.”

Amanda grabbed a few blades and tested them. Ultimately she settled on the standard issue steel and silver sword.

“Now for armor.” Menferd looked Amanda up and down.

“You’re massive. The best armor we might get you is some silk-based armor based off the Japanese silk armor. It’s far less than any Indagator who works here. But you’re simply too massive for anything else.”

“All right.” Amanda responded.

“It’ll be a sleeved leotard that’ll cover your legs. It’ll be made of gambeson. The silk based armor I mentioned. Will be interwoven over vital organs. We’ll custom order it.”

“Will it support my absorption pads?”

“Ah yes. We told the armory department your pads were extra thick. It should.”

“Thank you.”

“Now I’m sure you were told that Indagators spend a lot of time in their office researching monsters and/or their mission.”

Amanda nodded.

“That will still be the case, just keep in mind of your day. It’s only eight hours. Outside the office, when you’re on your mission. You are expected to take time. You are paid at the end of every month. The Canis Lupus Guild expects you to do a good job. Indagators already have a rocky relationship with the public. We don’t want to make it any worse.”

Amanda agreed.

“Now, if everything has gone well. Your first mission should be on your desk.” He smiled. “Good luck.”

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I’ve been frequenting one of the local spas for some time. I’d learned that the place only gets crowded on weekend nights around 11pm. These nights could produce a crowd of 20 to 30 men. Other times the place could be empty. I’d had some nice encounters at this spa and made the drive over to the place for another night of fun. This story is from the notes I made right after such a memorable trip.

I got down to the spa and discovered there was no parking. I had to park a couple of blocks away and walk. I knew there was an event of some kind but didn’t figure it was at the spa until I opened the front door. The door leads to small room with a counter. There was already several guys packed into the room waiting in line to get in. By the time I got to the front of the line, I observed that it was a “mask night” The clerk was presenting each man with a black hood with the customary towel.

When I entered the spa it was packed. Never seen anything like before or since. The lockers next to the door were all in use and I had to take a locker in the basement. I stripped and lubed up my ass, sealed my locker and moved into the crowd nude. Most of the guys were wearing towels but I like to be naked.

The whole place was packed but the downstairs which is a maze of gloryholes and cubbies was just full of men. There’s a main room with seating around the edge and a hanging platform in the middle. The room is so packed full of men it’s hard to move around. There’s cocksuckers down on their knees and several couples fucking. Many dudes watching and wanking everybody wearing masks.

I focus in on a man lying on his back feet up on the central hanging table. He’s being fucked by a man standing next to the table. He’s cock is rock hard and obviously enjoying the penis pounding his bunghole. I moved up next to them him for a closer look. I’m joined by a thin man with a raging hard on together we watch the cock sliding in and out of the ass in front of us. I reach down and fondle the guy next to me and we exchange hand jobs. I bent over and went down on him. His cock tasted good and I took him in deep as he held my head and pushed himself inside me.

This left me bent over and exposed to a room full of horny dudes. It didn’t take long for hands to grab hold and steady my hips. He held me in place and bursa escortlar drove his dick through my happy hole and began to fuck me slowly. He opened me up and pain subsided. He fucked me for a few minutes and pulled out and moved on. I don’t think he came but he patted my ass as he left.

The guy I was blowing moved behind me as soon as my ass was free and drove his spit lubed cock into my now open hole. I rested my arms on the hanging table which placed them right next to the couple fucking in front of me. I felt the cock in my ass as I watched the anal action an inch away. The guy on his back getting fucked pushed my head to his dick. I was back in double penetration. Drilled from behind going down in front and still able to glimpse the dick fuck right under my nose.

The guy fucking leans down on top of me still fucking and whispers “Can I breed your hole?”

“Umm Ummm” is all I could manage with a mouthful of cock. It doesn’t take long for his orgasm to hit. His fucking becomes a furious twitching as he releases his load inside me. He pulls his softening cock from my fuck hole and the dude I’m blowing pulls at me to get me on top of him. I get up on the table and straddle him on my knees. I lower myself down onto his cock as he continues to enjoy the pounding his ass is getting. The dude fucking him has been hard and going at him for maybe 10 minutes or more. Now I’m pumping myself up and down on his cock as he takes it. I could see more action on the far end of the table. The whole room is still packed with guys in their masks nude going at it.

The guy below me finally reached orgasm and moaned and twitched as he pumped a second load into my juicy hole. He finished off and I released him so he could move away. Three guys in a row had just fucked my ass with little or no breaks in between. I was ready to move on but the dude that had been fucking in dude inside me was now interested in more. His dick had been inside out of sight fucking but now it was standing up at attention behind me. He pulled my face to his manhood. His dick glistened with lube from his prior fucking and he was truly gifted. I took his magnificent hard on into my mouth and sucked him good. I don’t often go ass to mouth but I was in rapture now.

He gave me a few minutes before he bursa escort turned me around and slammed his boner up by fuck hole. I was bent over belly to the table. I was so open at this point even his aggressive pounding was turning me on something fierce. He just kept pounding. I’d watched him fuck for a good 10 to 5 minute before he started in on me. A couple of guys gave me hand jobs or tried to get under me to suck my cock. The whole time this dude just pounded my ass till I could take no more. My ass wanted more but the rest of me had move. Once free from my asshole this guy wanted more head. He push my head towards his cock. I needed little urging to suck him. I figured two loads inside my fuck tunnel and his cock was coated with cum. It was like icing on a cake. I cleaned it all off his dick before he released me.

I wasn’t though yet. I was so horny warm waves of rapture filled me a hunger for more cock. I worked my way into the back hallway. There was a big knot of guys gathered around one cubbyhole that had a mattress. I had to press my way thru several gawkers to get to the action. I was now pressed together with a dozen or more guys all freely going at it. I fondled a few cocks until I found a nice hard one to go down on. I bent over exposing my bare ass and took a cock into my mouth. As I sucked him I had a hold of several other hard cocks that were standing against me.

I was bent over deep throating this guy whose butt was leaned against the mattress. Without warning a dude forced his cock up my ass. No hands or fingers just cock straight into my hole. I let the force of his thrusts push my blowjob down my throat. I was so full of cock. The guy I was sucking pulled me up and grabbed my cock. He pulled me by the dick on top of him. I lost the cock in my ass. I ended up on my knees perched over the guy fucking me. His legs dangled over the edge between mine. The guy that had been fucking me was still behind me and now pushed himself up to me and forced his cock down into the cock in my ass and then joined the dick inside my fuck tunnel.

This was a first for me. Two cocks in my ass. It was kind of funky fucking and both dicks fell out of my gaping hole. We tried to get it back but it wasn’t working out. I got up on to the mattress and sat down facing the crowd around me. There was a guy taking it doggie style from beside me and another kneeling in front of the mattress giving head.

A new guy approached me and opened his towel. He reviled this absolutely beautiful cock. He was uncut with a perturbing foreskin. He stoked himself and pushed up to me. His cock was pale white and totally smooth. I leaned down and took him into my mouth. I so wanted to satisfy this cock. It was more than big enough to push into my throat and pushed my nose into his stomach. It was heaven. The taste of pre-cum the smooth dick sliding back and forth over my tongue I remember still. He let me blow him for a few minutes before he pushed my legs apart and droving that beauty right up my ass. I laid back legs up and let him pound me good. When he pulled out I took him back into my mouth. I cleaned all the cum from my ass off his cock. I’m not sure if any of it was his as he was still very hard.

I laid back and was joined by another dude that took over pounding my ass. The guy in the doggie style beside me moved over my cock and starter sucking me as my new fucker drove into my ass. He sucked me like he knew I didn’t want to cum backing off and toying with me keeping my legs up in position to be fucked from the floor. I’m pretty sure the first guy came inside me but he was replaced by another. I found myself pinned down and exposed to anyone else that wanted my ass.

The second cock in my ass was grinding away at me, when the guy blowing me moved on top and straddled me. His hard on bobbled up and down as he rocked his ass down enveloping my cock. I was still being fucked myself as my cock squeezed into the warm wet man cunt. I felt the cock in my ass hit climax. He pushed himself fully inside and rested his cock as it pumped and squeezed juice up my ass. There was a guy on top of me riding my cock so I could see him as he came. When he dismounted me his cock was immediately replaced by a warm and welcome tongue. I know my ass had been juiced again and again and now some horny ass licker was eating all down. His wet tongue explored my hole as the cum dripped down into his mouth. It drove me over the edge. I started bucking and quaking as I deposited my ample load up into the ass above me. I shivered as the orgasm hit me and I went limp as it passed. The guy eating my ass moved up to my cock as it slid out. There was cum all over it, my balls, and stomach until he’d licked it all up.

As he finished his treat he said. “That was a lot of cum.” I gave him a big proud smile.

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Hello everyone, this is a continuation of a harem romance story. Check it out if you’d like. Things are getting juicy for Jack!

Apologies for the delay in the chapters! I had some stuff going on that would bore you! I’ll try to adhere to a chapter a month from now on, as I work full time and am also writing a non-smutty novel!

“Would you get the door?” Sagra had insisted that she be the one to carry his things to her place, and she had her hands full with his essentials and some expensive tech from his apartment. Her insistence that he stay with her was met with argument from the angels and his parents. In the end, the angels had things to do, and his parents recognized that he would be safer with the Nephilim.

“Sure.” Jack set down the suitcase and grocery bags and unlocked the door with the key that Sagra provided. Turning the knob and pushing, the door did not give.

“You gotta put your shoulder into it,” she said, embarrassed. Sagra’s neighborhood had a bit of a reputation for being a bit…battered. The building was old, and in mild disrepair, but once they entered her place it was…not at all what he expected. The wooden floorboards groaned beneath her density as she laid her apartment bare to him. Everything from the chairs to the rugs was…fluffy. All her furniture was soft, which made the dichotomy with the far wall all the more jarring. Long pages of handwritten, framed poetry joined beautiful landscape paintings to decorate her walls. Where one might put an entertainment center sat a crude mannequin adored with light, strappy armor, reminiscent of the gladiators of old. Behind the armored display, a sword hung on the wall, its blade set through a lumpy weapon Jack didn’t quite recognize. It looked like a ring that went around all four of your fingers, like brass knuckles, but with a larger surface area.

“Wow,” he said.

“Wow?”

“Yeah! Your taste is…not what I expected.”

She blushed furiously, her tanned skin turning rosy. “I will not apologize for good taste,” she managed, smirking.

The groceries and suitcase forgotten, he approached the wall. “What’s with the armor?”

“It’s…uh, it’s mine, actually.” He gave her a blank stare, and she realized that he expected more information. “It’s…uh, it’s a rite of passage…at the Enclave. When you become an adult, your parents pay to get you fitted with armor, the finest money can buy. You have weapons forged based on your personal preference.”

“And yours was a sword and a…”

“Cestus.” She mimed a haymaker with casual perfect form. “For punching.”

“Wow, that’s intense, and super cool.” She looked taken aback by his statement, so he pressed her. “Oh, come on! You have to know that swords and stuff are cool!”

She blushed. “They are pretty cool…”

“Can I hold it?”

She laughed at him. “Let’s get you settled first, then we can talk about my messed-up childhood.”

And they did. For hours, Sagra regaled him with stories from her upbringing. From the time her parents made her fight her sister with a knife to her long training sessions with a combat instructor. She had been trained in not just sword fighting, but archery and hand-to-hand combat as well. They were taught the Judeo-Christian bible, and that they were indeed the Nephilim of legend. Everyone in the Enclave secretly knew that it was bullshit, but no one ever said anything. Their physical superiority to the rest of humanity provided them with a sense of camaraderie and purpose that created a tight-knit community, one that rarely needed trade or transport from the outside world. The truth was, while the Nephilim were physically superior to humans in every way, they fell intellectually short, especially when it came to innovation. They were a traditional people who seemed to be stuck in a past that they never truly lived. Sagra seemed to recognize this and became visibly more upset the longer she talked about the Enclave.

“It really sounds like you wanted out…” Jack said, his hand over hers.

“I needed out. It wasn’t unheard of for us to leave and seek our fortunes when we came of age. But when I told my dad I wanted to be an artist, he… overreacted. We got into a huge fight and, long story short, I left home and never looked back…”

“But…?” He pressed her.

She leaned on him, resting her cheek on the top of his head. “But they’re my family. I miss them sometimes.” Her words vibrated through his head.

Jack intertwined their fingers and sighed. The weight of the last few days settled on them both, and they each melted a bit into Sagra’s couch. He didn’t say anything. He simply ran his thumb across the back of her hand.

“Can we put my things away in the morning? Ack!”

Sagra lazily tipped over, pinning Jackson to the couch beneath her. She exaggerated a snore, and they shared a laugh. He was well and truly pinned. She turned into his neck, her breath sending goosebumps over his skin. Her weight on him was pleasant, but heavy; he couldn’t bursa merkez escort extricate himself even if he wanted to. He ran his hands along her muscular shoulders, and she sighed in contentment. She giggled as he struggled to adjust his position beneath her, but he eventually straightened his legs, and they both lay together on her massive couch.

“Are your…wings okay?” His new appendages were splayed at odd angles, but he wasn’t uncomfortable. He nodded and ran a free hand through her thick curly hair. She ran a gentle finger along the top of his wings. “Can you feel this?”

Nodding, he squeezed the mighty woman on top of him. She peppered him with gentle kisses as the stress of the insane day bled away.

“Let’s worry about things tomorrow…” she whispered.

They fell asleep together, shifting around throughout the night into a more comfortable position.

…..

Jack found himself floating. At first, his eyes captured no light, and he feared that he had gone blind. There was no sound. Minutes passed, and he slowly began to regain his sight. He was in a deep red void, floating above nothing, towards nothing. Every direction saw more empty space, and Jack knew that if he remained in this place for long he would go mad.

There was a firm tap on his shoulder, and Jack spun to see a beautiful blonde woman with her eyes closed. One of her hands grabbed his shoulder, the other covering his eyes. She ran two fingers down over his eyelids, then covered his eyes again. He nodded in understanding, and they blindly began to float downwards. His toes touched solid ground, and a force deposited them gently on the ground. He felt strange grass between his fingers, before his other hand was grabbed by the strange woman. The back of his hand met her lips, which began to move erratically, as though she were speaking. Several moments passed before he heard her voice in his mind.

“Keep your eyes closed and your mind sharp, Jackson. You are liable to lose yourself in this place.”

“What the fuck is going on?” he said soundlessly. She placed a gentle hand over his mouth, then tapped his nose. He repeated himself into her palm.

“We are in Purgatory. A very dangerous part of Purgatory; far enough into the astral wilds that not even the god-kings know we are here. Thought they yet search for me.”

“God-kings?”

“Later. The point is, for now, we are safe.”

Jack sighed, and it took a significant amount of effort to keep his eyes closed. “You’re her, aren’t you. The one who’s been talking in my head. Scaring the shit out of me.” He felt her lips smirk against the back of his hand.

“Yes. My name is Eldarion. Or rather, my name was Eldarion. You may call me Elizabeth, my name before I became an angel.”

“Alright, Liz. Why am I here? How I am here? Why do I hear your voice in my head? If I’m your next incarnation, why are we both here at the same time?” He bombarded her with questions. Her lips curled down for a moment, presumably in disdain at her new nickname, but she recovered and gave a small chuckle.”

“As for the how and why you are here; I brought you. We needed to speak. Until such a time that your body can withstand my full power, I will remain here and observe. If I were to move on this moment, your mortal body would simply tear itself asunder with the influx of my celestial power.”

Jack was silent for a moment before he spoke. “Then, thank you, I suppose. Does this happen to all new angels?”

“Yes, for the most part. Angels can choose to inhabit many species, most of which are not immediately compatible. We also try to give the recipient a choice. Hower, Serain, the imbecile that he is, forced my hand. We had to integrate to save your life.”

Jack nodded in understanding. “Then why me? What have I done to have you seek me out? I’ve never done anything particularly heroic, and my love life has been…uh…tumultuous at best. Wouldn’t you want someone with a bit more, uh, stable romance.”

She thought for a moment before responding. “I’m actually unsure what drew me so strongly to you,” Elizabeth said. It did not make him feel better. “A force was pulling me towards you as a candidate, far stronger than I felt for the others. The Fates predicted you would do great things, and who am I to question. I do not regret our integration; you are an excellent candidate. However, I feel that with your lack of combat experience you will make an easy target for the demons, perhaps even angels with ulterior motives. You will need to get stronger, and quickly.”

For a moment, Jackson just sat there with his lips on her hand.

“What if I don’t want this? Any of this. What if I want to go back to work on Monday like none of this ever happened?”

Elizabeth frowned. “I’m afraid it’s a bit too late for that, Jackson. There is a greater power at work here, weaving your fate. Combine that with myself, Serain, and the beautiful Sagra, and you are set on a very definite bursa escort kızlar path.”

“You know about Sagra?”

“Jackson, I know everything there is to know about you. I see through your eyes, and I feel through your touch. I am positive that Sagra will prove to be a blessing to you, and a lynchpin to your fate in the grand design.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You need to get stronger to survive, and you just so happen to meet a gorgeous woman who is incredibly strong, a master of weapons, and also incredibly interested in you. Ask for her help.”

A groaning noise shook his bones as the invisible ground beneath him trembled.

“We haven’t much time,” she said. “I am not supposed to be here and must constantly move around to avoid detection. You must go.”

“Wait! I have so many questions for you! You can’t leave me hanging like this!”

She smiled against his hand. “We will speak again. I’ll be with you, Jackson. Do not fear, for it seems fate is on your side.” With that, she tapped his face. “Open your eyes.”

He did. He saw the beautiful woman, and the impossible red void, and the ground fell away. She shoved his chest, and he rocketed backwards, the angel becoming a blip in the abyss, and then a memory. The void shattered like glass, and for just a moment, he got a glimpse beyond Purgatory. He felt a gaze upon him, a certain familiarity to it tickling the back of his mind. Memories of his childhood flashed behind his eyes before they shot open.

…..

Jack awoke sprawled on top of Sagra with his head on her breasts as she ran her hands through his hair. His left wing was folded in, while the right spread out off the couch and well into her living room. He pulled it in towards his body and folded it up next to its twin. Controlling the new limbs was second nature, as though he had been born with them. When they were folded to his back, they were less obtrusive. The angel Serain had four wings that had appeared out of nowhere, and Faylinn hadn’t even had wings. Maybe there was some magical, angel-y way to hide them? There had to be a way for him to wear normal clothes again. He would have to ask the next time he ran into them.

Sagra groaned and shifted beneath him. Opening her eyes, she peered down.

“Comfy?” she chided, smirking.

“Very,” he said, running a hand up her toned abdomen to cup her soft, heavy breast through the cotton tee. She pinched the top of his wing with care, rubbing her thumb along the feathers.

“I can’t believe this was real. I’d convinced myself it was all a dream,” she said, twirling feathers between her fingers.

“You’re telling me.” Jack sighed. He struggled a moment with an internal debate but decided to tell the beautiful woman about his dream trip to Purgatory. He told her everything except the part about her being tied to him through fate; he figured it was a bit soon in the relationship for an “intertwined fate” conversation.

“She thinks I should train you? To fight that purple demon?”

Jack nodded. “Eldarion said that people will be coming for me. Demons, maybe even other angels. All because of some destiny bullshit I never signed up for. She also said that I’m…uh…inexperienced when it comes to combat.”

Sagra chuckled. “Have you ever even been in a fight?”

Jack gave her a playful, incredulous scoff, though he felt strangely emasculated by the question. “I mean, maybe once or twice when I was a kid. It’s how my best friend and I met, actually. Some kids were picking on her, and I stepped in. Three on one.”

Sagra raised an eyebrow as she absentmindedly scratched the base of his wing. “And you won this fight?”

“Uh, no. I lost pretty bad.”

She laughed out loud, though it was clear she wasn’t trying to hurt his feelings. She grabbed him under the arms and sat up on the gigantic couch, lifting him with her. With how soft and warm she could be, Jack often forgot just how strong the woman was. She set him on his feet, then stood to stretch. At some point during the night, she had removed her pants. She wore nothing but an XXL tee and simple black panties. This look, combined with her messy bedhead and exposed, muscular thighs left Jack lightheaded.

Sagra saw him looking and swung her hips a bit more than necessary on her way to the kitchen. “Breakfast first. I’ll train you, but you’re going to need to hit the garage before we train with weapons. Strengthen the body, and all that.”

She ducked slightly and the top of her messy hair brushed the doorframe as she disappeared into the next room. He’d have to ask her for a tour later.

Jack offered to help but was ushered out of the kitchen and directed to a table with a single chair. Fifteen minutes later, Sagra placed a large casserole dish filled with a single giant omelet. It was an amalgamation of eggs, bacon, sausage, onion, and green pepper in equal degree. Using a spatula, she scooped some onto a plate for him, then a double serving for herself.

“A perfect breakfast for an aspiring warrior,” she said, smirking at him. “Hot sauce?”

…..

After breakfast, the Nephilim changed into workout gear. Jack was able to dig through his suitcase and fight a non-offensive outfit to wear, then she dragged him down to her rented garage across the street. She seemed to be getting more and more excited at the idea of training him.

After throwing open the garage door, she looked around at the engines and weights she owned and sighed.

“I don’t think I have anything you could lift to train with,” she lamented, looking a bit embarrassed. “We might have to start with calisthenics…”

“What, like…pushups?”

She grinned a most evil grin, and for the first time, Jackson was nervous about his beautiful trainer. She was going to put him through the ropes like she had something to prove.

“You’re going to beg for pushups,” she said, sensually emphasizing the word “beg.” “And if you’re a good boy, I might just let you do some.” Shit, was he into this? His wings fluttered behind him, picturing what Sagra might look like with a sheen of sweat across her body.

Sagra was a brutal instructor. She came alive during training, and Jack could tell that it was hard work over genetics that carved her body that way. After an intense workout that left Jack panting and immobile, Sagra had given him an odd-looking root to chew on. It did little for the pain, but effectively dampened the screaming protests in his muscles, allowing him to move once more.

That evening, Jack insisted that he cook for the two of them. During the process, he was forced to use prepackaged herbs, which hurt him inside, just a little. As silly as it might seem, he missed his plants. He was fortunate that the plant nursery he frequented had an attached sanctuary, but he had balked at the boarding fees. Boarding fees…for plants. Still, they meant a lot to him, and he gladly paid the price until the time when his apartment was inhabitable again.

Sagra called him out on his pretentiousness when it came to his plants, and they had a laugh as Jack prepared a chuck roast stew. It was an easy dish to make if one had the time, and Sagra had plenty of ingredients on hand. The cooking time for such a dish was a few hours, so they used the extra time to help Jack unpack a few things into her spare bedroom, which doubled as a painting studio. Sagra provided him this space, on the condition that he spend his nights with her.

He took the opportunity to peek at some of her works. Canvases were stacked and leaning along the walls in twos and threes, paintings of posing people in vibrant, popping colors.

“Sagra, these…these are excellent! Where did you learn to paint like this?”

The Nephilim shrugged. “I’ve always loved to draw.” She chuckled. “I used to tell my parents that I was to become a warrior poet to rival even Antarah. That placated them, and for a time, they tolerated my art. They dismissed it as a phase…” Sagra heaved a great sigh, and her eyes focused on nothing in particular. Jack gave her a moment of silence, then she spoke again. “There aren’t any Nephilim artists, you know. You are either a warrior, a maker, or you are nothing.”

Jack crossed the room and placed his hands on her hips, which were easily the height of his belly button. In turn, she placed a hand on his shoulder, welcoming his comforting presence. At just under seven feet tall, she looked down at him past her breasts, then ran her other hand through his wavy hair.

“I haven’t spoken to them since I left the enclave…”

“Why did you leave,” Jack asked.

Sagra shook her head. “I didn’t want to fight my whole life. I had…things I wanted to do, to try. The Nephilim are always prepared to fight, to go to war. But there is no war, not right now. Even if there were…” She trailed off a moment, gathering her thoughts. “The Nephilim are a prideful people. I’ve been told that my manner of speech may come across as pretentious, but that’s just how we were raised. We were taught that we were the perfect beings, God’s chosen people, and I believed it. For so long, I thought that we were superior to the other races from the Convergence, to humans, even. It was only after I left that I began to see the holes in their stories.

“When I first went to college, I realized that people are smart. Like, really smart–smarter than I could ever hope to be. Humans…the other races…they have moved on. They’ve invented things that the Nephilim back in the enclave could never dream of. We are stuck in a past we cannot move on from, and should war find itself at our doorstep, all the swords and martial training in the world would not be enough to save us. I think that, deep down, we know this to be true, but our pride has our glorious past in a vice grip. It will be our downfall one day.”

Jack pulled her into a hug, which she reciprocated. Sagra sighed.

“I don’t know how the Nephilim can possibly believe they are God’s chosen when there are literal angels like you. Literal gods, old and new, walk the Earth.” If she was bitter, her tone betrayed nothing.

“I’m sorry if I brought up something I shouldn’t have,” Jack said after a time.

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Faith sighed as yet another rejection email pinged into her inbox. She’d been made redundant from her job in marketing three months ago, and finding new work in the same kind of role was next to impossible. She’d spent days diligently updating her CV and sending it out to recruiters, as well as adding all the information that was already in her CV into the additional forms that each new company insisted she also fill out. It was never enough, and she was starting to get nervous about money.

She clicked open her usual job-search sites, and browsed through the options. Most weren’t even advertising their salaries, and were asking for candidates that ‘work well under pressure’. Underpaid and overworked, by the sounds of it.

She was just about to close her laptop when an advertisement she hadn’t spotted before caught her eye. It looked like clickbait, but she was intrigued all the same.

‘Females between 18-40 wanted for high-paying, low effort work.’

Well that sounded like her kind of job! Even if it was nonsense, she wanted to read what they had to say. If she didn’t start making money soon then she’d have to throw herself on to the mercy of her parents, and move back home. Faith was 31, and she didn’t want to suffer the indignity of having failed at adulthood and having to move home. Besides, her parents had converted her old room into an office, so she’d either be sharing a bed with them, or stuck on the sofa. She shuddered at the very idea.

She clicked on the link and read through a surprisingly well-written advert asking any interested parties to contact them via telephone. She was used to sending emails and uploading her CV for job applications, but this wasn’t asking for any of that. Just for her to call. Deciding to go along with the ad, she picked up her phone and dialled the number.

A perky female receptionist picked up, and Faith was so surprised by the fact that someone who sounded so professional had answered, that she missed the first part of the greeting.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” Inquired the receptionist.

“Oh! Yes, sorry. Hi, I didn’t expect you to answer or sound normal.” stammered Faith.

Fantastic. What a great way to start an interview process.

“Not to worry. How can I help you?” said the receptionist kindly.

“Um, I saw your ad online looking for women between 18-40, and I was curious as to what the job is? It’s not very clear on the listing.” explained Faith

“Wonderful! ” chirped the receptionist. “It’s hard to explain over the phone, and I don’t have all the details to hand at the moment so it’s probably best to book an appointment with one of our management team. They’ll answer all the questions that you have, and then once you’re happy we can get you started. How does that sound?”

It sounds dodgy, thought Faith. She still wasn’t any the wiser as to the role or even what sector it was in. She could be asked to be a stripper, for all she knew. Then again, maybe they wouldn’t have extended the age range all the way up to 40 if they wanted sex workers. Maybe it was some kind of new scheme? She prevaricated, and the receptionist seemed to pick up on her hesitation.

“Tell you what, why don’t I book you in for tomorrow and we can explain the whole process to you in detail then? We’ll send a car for you, and drop you off afterwards. There’s absolutely no obligation towards anything, it’s just a chat! We have a very nice coffee machine too, the lattes are to die for.” she confided.

Faith did like coffee. And it wasn’t as though she was swamped with job offers, or even escort bursa anything to do. Her whole plan tomorrow had been to dutifully browse for more jobs before panicking about her situation again and then inevitably ordering a takeaway and binge watching something. This was better, even if it ultimately turned out to be a waste of time. At least she could say she’d been for an interview.

“Go on then, book me in. Is there a dress code?” asked Faith.

“Oh no, don’t worry about that. We’re very relaxed, just wear whatever you’re most comfortable in.” the receptionist responded.

Faith gave her address and full name to the woman, and received a pick-up time for the car in return. She had to be ready at 10:30, and the appointment was scheduled for 11:00. Plenty of time to get back for her binge watching session if it all goes sour.

The next morning, Faith showered and dressed herself for the interview. She hesitated over what to wear, as she was used to business dress for meetings and interviews but didn’t want to appear too formal if that wasn’t what they wanted. In the end she plumped for a knee-length grey pencil skirt and white blouse, and tied her mousy brown hair up into a pony tail. She accessorised it with a colourful silk scarf, hoping that it would tone down the business dress.

After smearing on a bit of makeup and forcing down some toast for her breakfast, she was ready. Anxiously pacing her kitchen while she waited for the car to arrive, she imagined all the worst case scenarios. She could be kidnapped. She could be sold into slavery. She could be asked the square root of something. She hoped the car would actually come, she would be so embarrassed if she’d gotten all hyped up and ready for an interview that was never going to happen.

As if by magic, a very shiny car pulled up to her house. Faith blinked a couple of times, wondering if she’d imagined it, before eventually leaving her spot at the kitchen counter and opening her front door. The car was brand new, and a uniformed driver got out and smiled at her, before opening one of the back doors. Faith hurriedly locked her house and tottered in her heels down the driveway towards the car, and managed to slide herself in. It was beautiful inside, all buttery soft leather seats and tinted windows. The driver got back in and nodded to her in the rear view mirror, smiling once again.

“Good morning Miss. I’ll be taking you to your interview. Make sure you have your seatbelt on and we’ll get going.”

Faith scrabbled for her seatbelt and managed to secure it, offering a ‘thank you’ to the friendly driver. She gazed out the tinted window as they pulled away from her house, and she spotted her nosy next-door neighbour peering out from behind his curtains. Feeling somewhat smug, she sat back and enjoyed the comfortable ride to wherever they were going.

The driver navigated his way to the centre of town, eventually pulling up to a well-maintained townhouse. The sort that might be a fancy solicitors, or a private dental practice. Faith looked at it curiously, trying to figure out again what the job might be.

“Here we are Miss. I’ll wait here for you, and when you’re done I’ll take you home again.” said the driver.

“Oh, thank you! What was your name?” asked Faith

“Barry, Miss.” answered the driver, with another nod and a smile.

“Thank you Barry, I’m Faith. I’ll see you soon!” said Faith, as she climbed out of the car.

Faith entered the building and glanced around, spotting a woman who looked to be in her early görükle escort forties sat behind a glass desk. She walked over and introduced herself, discovering that this was indeed the woman she had been speaking to on the phone.

The woman checked her in and got her sat in a plush cream coloured armchair to wait for the person who’d be interviewing her, and dashed off to get her the promised latte.

She was right, thought Faith, the lattes are delicious. She gazed around the room as she sipped her drink, which was bright and airy and decorated tastefully. There were still no indications as to what she’d be doing, but she’d decided to stop worrying about it. If nothing else it beat a day on her sofa feeling sorry for herself, and she’d garnered a free coffee and a ride in a nice car. Not bad at all, and she hadn’t been kidnapped yet either.

At 11:00 on the dot, an attractive man appeared at the door and called her name. Faith smiled and got up, following him to his office.

“Hello Faith, it’s lovely to meet you.” the man said, offering his hand for her to shake. “My name is Daniel, and I’ll be working with you throughout this process.”

She sat down in the chair he’d indicated, and furrowed her brow slightly.

“This process? I thought this was a job interview?” said Faith.

“It is, but it’s not your typical interview. Let me explain.” offered Daniel. He sat back in his chair and reached down to a drawer at the bottom of his desk. He pulled out what looked like a brochure, and placed it on the desk in front of Faith, indicating for her to flick through it.

“We offer…a service. To wealthy individuals. Very wealthy. Many women want children but don’t want to damage their figures, or perhaps don’t want to wait the necessary time for a baby to reach full term. You understand, these are people for whom the things they want are usually delivered at the drop of a hat. My company has developed a way around that. We have a small team of women who go through pregnancy on behalf of the client, and then the baby is delivered to them directly afterwards.”

Faith was stunned. She hadn’t really known what to expect, but it hadn’t been this. Faith didn’t want children, and the idea of pregnancy freaked her out. She put the brochure back down on the desk, the page was showing a picture of a very pregnant woman grinning manically at the camera.

“Thank you, but I’m not interested. It doesn’t sound like something that would be for me at all.” Faith made to rise from her chair, disappointment bubbling up in her chest.

“Hang on,” said Daniel, reaching out to her. “Let me explain the process, and then you can think about it. I promise we won’t push if it’s not something you want, obviously we understand that it’s not for everyone.”

“The work is very well paid.” he said bluntly. “We pay our girls £1000 a week, while they’re waiting to get pregnant. Then once they’re pregnant, it rises to £5000 a week, so that they can maintain their health and a the kind of lifestyle that benefits both them and the baby. Upon delivery of a baby, they get a bonus of £100,000. You do the maths, it adds up.”

Faiths head was reeling at the idea of that kind of salary. She wouldn’t even have to do any other kind of work. She could buy a new house, get a new car, go on long holidays, live the kind of life she’d always wanted…

But the fact remained that she still didn’t want to be a breeding machine. It would ruin her body, for starters. And what would people say? What would she say if someone asked what she did for a living?

Faith hesitated, still unsure as to how to respond. Daniel chose to continue with his spiel.

“The girls take a supplement that we provide. It keeps them healthy, but it has the benefit of speeding up the development of the baby so that it takes less than three months to reach full term, rather than nine. You could easily have four babies a year with that, you could retire after ten years.”

A baby in three months! Faith had never heard of such a thing. She had to say, the maths was tempting her. She’d always dreamed of being wealthy, but with the career she’d had it was very unlikely to ever happen. Even less so now, given her unemployment and addiction to Chinese takeaway.

Daniel pounced on her hesitation.

“Why don’t we try it out? All of our new girls need to go on a preparation medication to get their bodies ready for the pregnancies, but it will also be an indicator as to how good a fit you are for the role. If your body responds well then we can see how you feel about it and take it from there. If there’s no response or if you don’t like it then we can leave it there, and no harm done.”

That sounded like a good idea to Faith, she wouldn’t have to decide just yet. And maybe her body wouldn’t respond, in which case it would never have gone anywhere anyway. Except…

“Okay,” she said carefully. “Are there any side effects? And how long would the preparation take?”

“The preparation time is two weeks. We’ll pay you the rate that we pay our girls on the books as a gesture of good will, to show you that we mean what we say. £2000 straight into your bank account, and you just have to take the medication. In terms of side effects, it differs for each girl. Some report no side effects, some report a bit of nausea at times, or a headache or two, but it’s never normally more than that. Certainly nothing serious. Is that good for you?” asked Daniel.

Two thousand pounds! And she could still apply to jobs in the meantime, in case this didn’t go anywhere. It would take the strain off her finances for a little while at least, and even if the medication suited her it still didn’t mean she had to agree with it.

“Okay,” sighed Faith. “I’m sold. What do I need to do?”

Daniel beamed at her, and reached into his drawer again. He pulled out a small bottle of pills and slid it towards her.

“Take one of these three times a day with food for the next two weeks. I’ll book you in for another appointment two weeks from now, and we can discuss next steps. In the meantime, just live your life as you would normally. You don’t need to change anything at the moment. If you decide to go with employment here then there are some diet and exercise regimes that need to be implemented in the event that you get pregnant, but we can discuss that when you’ve made your mind up.”

Daniel stood up, and Faith followed suit, sliding the pills into her bag.

“Can I get you another coffee before Barry takes you home?” Daniel said as he offered her his hand to shake.

“No thanks, I’d best be heading back. Thank you though, for the opportunity. I guess I’ll see you in two weeks time.” Faith offered him a nervous smile, and he responded with a genuine grin.

“I hope to be working with you soon Faith, I think you’ll be a great addition to the team.”

He guided Faith out of his office and back to reception, where she was handed back into the care of the perky receptionist. She took Faiths’ bank details and made a few notes on the desktop, before showing Faith to the door, and wishing her a safe trip home. Barry tipped his hat to Faith again, and opened the car door for her. She melted into the seat and let out a breath she felt she had been holding for the past half an hour. It was a lot to think about.

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Jerry’s student home had finally become home for him. After all this time still regularly going to his parents it was difficult to remark what was home and what home-home, but now he knew for certain. This was home. His hockey stick was put into the umbrella stand, and he moved towards the shower. He had a quick one after the field, but it was hot enough that he felt sweaty again.

“Ben? Is that you?” came the voice of Talisa from the first dorm room.

“Your sex toy isn’t here,” Jerry said through the closed door. With a good humoured swing he threw the bag with sports clothes into his room. He dropped all clothes he had on into the washing bin, closing the door of the bathroom behind him before he forgot.

Talisa had a pretty active sex life, which came with being a student, at least in Jerry’s mind. It had been an eye opener how active people could be, making him less afraid of his own nigh insatiable sexuality.

The hum of half a song rang out as the water cascaded off his body. He towelled himself off, wrapping the towel around him as a decency to his fellow roommates.

“Jerry? Can you come and help?” Talisa called out again as he walked the corridor.

“I’ll put on some pants first!” he said, continuing to his room.

“I need help now. Please?”

A note of desperation was in her voice. He entered the room, and wasn’t ready for what it contained.

“Talisa? What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” she responded.

Much of it was obvious. The bunk bed had a little working area instead of a bed downstairs. Sitting on her knees, she sat in a little alcove under her bunk bed. Wedged between the computer desk and the stairs, her back to Jerry. She clearly had been waiting for Ben. The skirt was short enough that he could see part of her ass, and she didn’t wear much else than a very lacy bra.

Her wrists were also obvious. They had been chained to the back of the bed, giving her only a few degrees of freedom.

“The only thing I can’t fathom is why you’re in that alcove instead of chained to the bed, comfortably on the mattress?”

“You’re so sheltered at times Jerry. Will you help me or not?” she said testily.

“What seems to be the problem,” Jerry said as he admired her long legs emanating from the skirt. The closer he got, the more her body attracted him.

“The cuffs won’t come loose. Stupid cheap shit.” The passion in her words rang out.

Jerry now saw the key in one of them. To demonstrate she tried to turn it with one hand, and failing to get even a single bit of movement in it. Instantly he knew that forcing that wouldn’t help.

“I need some tools. That can’t be fixed by the looks of it.”

Talisa’s knee bumped into a big crate next to her. “If I had even a single hand free I could do it myself. Is that situational irony?”

Jerry opened the box, spotting a small metal saw after a quick rummage. He brandished it for her. “This should work.”

He got behind her, seeing the conundrum he was in now. Her body dressed for a horny afternoon, and him in only a towel. To reach the cuffs he could only approach from behind. He gave the sliver of ass one more significant look before he got as close as he dared with his hips.

Her body felt warm even without touching as he reached over her. “Do you want to tell how you came in this situation? I can guess at most if it, but we have some time. So just tell me all of it.”

The teeth bounced off the metal links. “I invited Ben for some sexy time. I wanted to surprise him like this.” She pulled the chains taught on the metal bar, so the teeth found purchase.

“You certainly surprised me.”

Talisa snorted. “You had better be. Ben would come in, finding me all helpless. What is a man like him to do but exploit that situation? Now the fucker won’t even come.”

“Maybe the sexy time wasn’t obvious enough?”

Talisa looked over her shoulder. “Trust me. There is no way he missed that que.”

“That I can imagine.” So far Jerry had miraculously been able to hold back any physical manifestation of desire. Now he felt the skin tighten down there as blood flowed where it shouldn’t. If not her physical closeness, it was the heated passion in her words, angry as it was.

“He took his sweet time to get here. Not in a rush, that boy,” she spat with venom. “So sure I would be here that he could take another drink with friends. And another.”

“Ben didn’t know you shackled yourself I guess? It was to be a surprise. I can understand taking a quick drink.” Jerry didn’t know why he was defending Ben. Maybe he should just he listening, letting her vent all frustrations. The towel weighed heavily on his rising excitement. The fabric both made him ashamed to feel how excited he was, as well as happy how it covered him up.

“If I offer sex he should come running. Now he’s off with his friends bursa escort bayan to a park, promising to absolutely destroy my pussy later! Fucking fat fucking chance!”

“If you’re in contact with him, why haven’t you told him the situation? Besides choosing his friends over an afternoon of sex with you, he’s a nice guy. He would come if you explained your situation.”

From her silence he knew to tread even more carefully. He followed her gaze, seeing the phone on the ground under her hands, just out of reach.

“I can see all the funny messages he writes to me. Not that it does me any good- oh!”

Jerry closed his eyes, trying to ignore the shifting towel. He had bumped into her during the sawing motions. “I’m sorry. It’s kind of natural…” he started.

“Frankly, I would be more offended if you didn’t get an erection,” she told him candidly. “Just remember to touch yourself while thinking about me afterwards and I’ll not rip your balls off.”

Jerry could feel the sheer structure of is cock when her ass bumped into him again. The strength of the blood keeping it tight as a hose flowing with tons of water. It was not nearly enough to miss the structure of her ass though. Was that bump him, or her?

He concentrated on sawing, the link already halfway done. The bump had done more than show him his horny state. It had shifted the towel. With each sawing motion it moved, and he felt it lost some friction needed to hold itself up.

Every motion now also touched her ass. Jerry was ignoring it as best as he could, hoping to saw through the link on time despite the obvious impossibility of it.

“What are you going to do about Ben?” Jerry needed a distraction.

“Either he does disintegrate my whole being with sex tonight, or we’ll see what happens. Frankly, I don’t care how. I might just grab some toys and fuck my own brains out.”

“Can’t you stick it to him to find another guy? Maybe a woman?”

“There’s an idea, though generally I’m faithful.” Her ass told otherwise, teasing him a bit more. Jerry was sure she was enjoying torturing him. Everything to make her his next masturbatory fantasy.

Finally the towel gave up. Suddenly the fabric lacked purchase on his skin, letting gravity pull it apart. It fell to his ankles, leaving little to impede his excited member. It moved between her legs, where he discovered she wasn’t wearing underwear.

“Uh how far are we now?” Talisa said after a surprised inhale of breath.

“Three quarters?” Jerry said without really looking. The motion moved him along her thighs.

During the sawing motion he could imagine her moving along with it, her horny body unable to stifle the fractions of movement.

It emboldened him. He inched closer, getting a better angle with the saw, but also feeling her belly. He imagined the hot streak of cock would inflame her. She had been enjoying teasing him he was sure. Now he was on the offensive.

His hips pressed into her ass. Her body was for sure moving with the fuel of sexual desire. Or was that the sawing motion? What he was sure about was the wetness against him. If only he was Ben to take advantage of her. Her deep breathing hit him hard.

“We’re mostly through,” he told her. “Can you try to force it now?” He put the saw to a side.

Talisa pulled hard to put stress on the links. A grinding of metal could be heard. Some pings of metal breaking. Despite the sounds she seemed as stuck as she was before.

“It isn’t working,” she stated the obvious. Her breathing deepened as a hand caressed her back. The skirt was flipped up, exposing her ass. “I think I’ll be free if you saw through just a bit more.”

“And otherwise you’re still helpless, aren’t you?” Jerry saw the smile on her face momentarily.

“My helplessness is for Ben. Maybe I’ll send you a picture when I’m free?”

Jerry gripped where her hips transitioned into her ass. “Is that all I get for freeing you? It seems you’re in a pickle here. You must be sore after sitting all this time.”

“I’ll be sore after tonight,” Talisa said flippantly. “How… How about your masturbatory fantasy with me in the room?”

She was trying to find ways out, but he knew how incredibly horny she was. The cock slid back along her belly, slipping along her wet lips. “How about I use a toy on you? Would that help?” The tip slipped between the outer folds, wet and warm, searching for the entrance. Ironically even with his cock he could find her clit, a hard bump at the top.

“That might be a good idea,” she said talking fast. “I’m so helpless. I’ll do whatever you want.”

The tip slid in automatically, though not easily. Ben was a lucky guy with access to such a tight pussy. The chains creaked again when he pressed deeper. “Uhm yes!” came the involuntary moan from Talisa.

The grip on her hips bursa escort sitesi tightened as he plunged into her again, deeper than before. Then again, listening to the pleasure Talisa couldn’t keep inside. Every pump seemed to force more pleasure out of her mouth.

“What if Ben comes in?”

“We both know he’s away for some time,” Jerry said, closing his eyes to feel her better.

“You dare to take advantage of a helpless girl without condom?” she tried, moving her ass along with his rhythm.

“It’s the best time to skip a condom, don’t you think?”

His hand slid along her back to the lacy bra. The links clicked, and it fell away to expose her breasts. At least she had the foresight to put in a strapless bra.

“No. Just leave them alone. They are super sensitive!” Talisa moaned.

He grabbed the erotic flesh with one hand, using it for even more powerful thrusts into her. She was unable to stop him as much as she was unable to stop herself. Without fail she met his rhythm, letting him as deep as the position allowed.

“Ben doesn’t know what he’s missing,” Jerry said as he pulled Talisa close to him. The chain was pulled taught again, her arms uselessly pulling at them. He let her control the rhythm a moment, concentrating on her breasts as she took care of his erection.

“That sorry fuck better regret it,” she moaned in response. “His girlfriend defiled from his inaction.”

“He should have rushed home to defile you himself. That’s what you wanted, right?” A hand creeped down towards her thighs.

“No! Not there!” she squirmed, but couldn’t get off his cock. “I’m too worked up!”

“Perfect,” Jerry said as his fingers found the wetness. Her clit was still easy to find, a sensitive knot of nerves he could use to massage her brain out. Together with a good thrust she could only accept her new fate.

“Oh god Jerry no. I’m going to come. Don’t make me do this.” A tremble in her legs told him she wasn’t lying. “We’ve had some fun, but there’s lines we shouldn’t cross.”

Even so her hips moved as much into his fingers as receiving his thrust. “Shouldn’t you have thought of that before you chained yourself as a helpless little woman?”

“Oh god. Yes. God yes. Oh. Uhmn,” was all she could say in response.

Suddenly she stopped moaning, only able to ride on his fingers while her whole body collapsed in a tense, trembling mess. Then some big shocks flowed through her, while he could feel the pulses of her pussy.

He guided her gently into a doggy position, grabbing her hips again that had some gentle aftershocks. She was so wet he felt his cock was frictionless with only her tightness gripping his cock.

“Just one more orgasm left,” he told her. She grunted in response, only able to speak in short moans as he set a hard rhythm.

Jerry knew he had been lucky to last this long inside her, and could already feel his own orgasm rising. Just watching Talisa in disarray, her tiny skirt unable to cover anything at all and her hair a mess that only could mean sex. His cock strong inside her. There was no shame in already coming.

He pressed deeper. “Fuck me Talisa. That’s so good,” he moaned. He got some positive moans back. He felt the edge of the orgasm, and was flung easily over it as he kept thrusting.

With a moan he pulled out just in time, releasing a stream of cum that fell wetly on her back. Another, smaller one rocked his body, after which the cum was a good spray of individual droplets. The shiny white drops lay heavy and warm on Talisa’s back, making her smile despite herself. The ones that had found her skirt were sucked up greedily by the fabric, leaving wet, white stains.

They both took the moment to get their breath back in silence. Then Jerry picked up the saw again.

“Quick release me,” Talisa urged him on. “I’ve been long enough in this position.”

The chains were pulled taught again with a familiar sound, which was hard not to associate with the sex they just head. It creaked one last time as the saw’s teeth bit deeply, and with Talisa’s desperate strength the link finally gave up.

She rubbed her wrists, the chain and cuffs now jingling loosely. Then she finally stood up and stretched, giving Jerry all the eye full he could want. “It’s insane how much you can miss stretching,” she told him. A few of her joints audibly clicked as she limbered up again.

She retrieved the phone, sending a message to Ben. There was few Jerry could make out, but a few explicit words did jump off the messages. Her face would have told him it wasn’t a happy message she was writing, the passionate anger found again.

She finished the message and threw her phone carelessly onto the couch. “And you! Taking advantage of me is one thing, but making me come!? That’s private! And the gall on you to cum all over my back. Where you too afraid to pump my pussy full of cum or what? You were already fucking a helpless girl. Why not go the full distance?”

Jerry put a step back from the furious woman, clad in only a half covering skirt. Even her breasts trembled from the passionate statements. Before he could step back further she grabbed his half hard cock. The grip was tight enough that Jerry stopped in his tracks.

“Not so nice huh? Being helpless? Did you really think there would be no consequences?”

The passion in her voice and the physical touch was easily misinterpreted by his lower cognition, causing him to harden again. “You are close to pulling it off,” he tried.

She pulled him towards the couch, pressing him backwards until the edge of the couch forced him to sit. “I’m going to do what I want now.”

Talisa climbed onto the couch, pressing her wet pussy lips into his face. It hit just under his eye, the skirt only partly obscuring her. Sensing it was expected of him, he quickly clamped his mouth over it. The taste was sweet as he licked. She grabbed the back of his head with two hands, making sure he couldn’t get away.

“Do you like that? Being taken advantage of?” her hips started to grind in a different rhythm than his tongue, full of the same angered passion. She was breathing rapidly, though from her anger or sexual gratification he didn’t know.

Talisa slid down his body, pressing her breasts into his face. “What about these? Do you want to make me moan?” She followed it up with an actual moan when his tongue found the erotic flesh.

Jerry was hesitant to call it dry humping with how wet she felt in his lap. He didn’t need to wonder how to call it for too long when her fingers wrapped around his cock once more, sliding it inside her a moment afterwards. Her moan was so close to his ear that his whole world was ringing with it.

The cuffs pressed into his flesh when she moved, allowing him to see her body. The little shock in her breasts when she came down. The base of his wet cock was about visible under the skirt when raised to the highest point.

“You’re my little plaything. Until I get what I want, you do what I want.” Her warmth was too intoxicating to argue. She followed his eyes, then took off the skirt over her head. Now naked she rode him hard, unflinching in his gaze.

“What do you think Ben will say when I tell him about this?” Talisa wondered in between her moans.

“Please don’t tell him. He’s a good guy.”

“No? Maybe I won’t tell him about this. At least if you don’t cum inside me.”

Jerry gripped her hips. “Then you probably shouldn’t ride me like this,” he panted. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the erotic spectacle. Her moans egged him closer.

“Yeah? Then just tell me to stop.”

Her body flew on top of him with a singular purpose. It was all to easy to see his orgasm building up. Talisa moaned along, her own pleasure mounting along his. Even so Jerry couldn’t ask her to stop.

“Please don’t tell Ben,” he implored between a sigh.

“Then don’t come,” she said, riding even harder. Before his eyes had told him she had him fully inside, she felt already up again to nearly his tip. “Isn’t this what you want you filthy bastard?”

Jerry couldn’t even speak any more. All he could see were her private parts enveloping his own. His cock seemed to harden even more, reaching even deeper as it prepared to explode it’s load. Talisa opened her mouth, moaning as she took him knowingly deep inside.

Jerry shook, unable to feel remorse as he felt the white seed spill out into her. “Fuck yes,” he moaned, seeing the base of his cock move as more seed was pumped into her.

Talisa grinned from ear to ear. A wolfish grin, knowing how to exploit the situation. Only after the last drop was squeezed into her Jerry could focus on something else. The grin was the first thing he noticed.

“Don’t tell Ben. Please!”

“I’m pretty sure he’ll eat you alive. He’s a proud hen if it’s about me.”

“I did what you asked. What you wanted-“

“Did I want you to cum inside me!?” she interrupted.

Jerry looked lost for words.

“God you truly had a sheltered upbringing. I’m just messing with you,” she laughed. “I told Ben he could try to suck his own cock tonight, and many nights to come. That job will not be mine any more.” She got off gingerly, letting his wet cock and some seed fall exhausted from her pussy.

“You are absolutely crazy,” he said. Even so he couldn’t stop grinning. The after orgasm high and the relief kicking in.

“I’m surprised you even took advantage of me. Now let’s get these cuffs off me as well. Afterwards I’ll take a long shower, and then we’ll see what the evening brings.”

She grabbed a few tools from the box, unconcerned with her nudity.

“What would the evening bring?”

“You won’t need to suck your own cock for one. If that still has an interest to you of course.”

Jerry smiled and picked up one of the tools. “Tonight you’ll not have to suck your own titties.”

Talisa laughed. “That’s more like it.”

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The locker room was empty by the time I finished wiping the last bench. My shift had been quiet — just folding towels, disinfecting mats, and keeping to myself. That’s what I liked about working late at the university gym: no noise, no pressure, no one watching. I was just a quiet guy making some extra money and avoiding eye contact.

I stood to stretch my back, only to hear the echo of bare footsteps behind me. Slap. Slap. Slap. The slow, deliberate kind that fill a room like the sound of a countdown. I turned and there she was — NORA — standing at the edge of the weight area, staring directly at me. Tall. Towering. Her dark, muscular frame practically shimmered under the harsh lights, the sheen of sweat catching on every ridge of her abs, her arms, her collarbones. Her basketball shorts clung to her hips like they’d been painted on. A white tank top hung damp around her chest, slightly lifted by the rise of her breasts with every breath. Her long black hair was braided down her spine, tight and perfect.

Barefoot. Always barefoot. I’d seen her a few times before, always walking through the gym like she owned it. She never spoke to me. Until now.

— You’re new, right?

I nodded, barely making a sound.

— Thought so. You look… soft.

She walked closer. My throat tightened. She wasn’t just tall — she was massive. I don’t mean bulky like a bodybuilder. She was carved. Toned. Her shoulders rolled with that same quiet confidence as her steps. I felt like a coat rack in comparison. I was maybe 165 cm on a good day. She had to be pushing 190.

— Height? — she asked flatly, stopping right in front of me.

— Um… about 165?

She raised an eyebrow.

— Stand here.

She pointed at the wall behind me. There was a laminated height chart — the kind for kids — stuck up with tape. I’d always ignored it. Now she grabbed a measuring tape from the shelf and let it snap once in her fingers. I obeyed, my back pressing against the cold tile.

She stepped close. Too close. Her scent hit me — musky, like salt and sweat and something I couldn’t name. She ran her finger from the top of my head to the height line.

— One sixty-four. Cute.

She didn’t step back. I could see her chest rise directly in front of mine. Her abs level with my sternum. She looked down at me with an amused curve in her lips.

— Gotta say, I’ve seen some freshmen before. But you? You’re like… travel size.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Then she tilted her head, slowly dragging her eyes down my body. From my jawline to my shirt. From my belt to my legs. A pause. Then a smirk.

— Everything to scale?

My heart skipped. My skin flushed. She saw it.

— No answer? That’s usually a yes.

She tapped the waistband of my shorts. Not hard — not rough. Just enough to make the fabric shift. Her fingertip brushed the front, barely grazing me.

— Looks like a pretty shallow tent, too.

I tried to step back, but the wall had me pinned.

— Let’s test something. Take off your shirt.

— W-what?

— You heard me. Take it off.

I froze.

— bursa bayan eskort Unless you’re saying no to a senior player who benches more than your body weight.

Her eyes gleamed, challenging.

My hands moved before my brain could stop them. I pulled off my shirt, folding it quickly, trying to cover myself. She snatched it away.

— Arms at your sides.

I obeyed.

She circled me once. Her footsteps — that same bare slap against the tiles — echoed as she stopped behind me.

— Now the shorts.

I flinched.

— I… I really shouldn’t–

She leaned in and whispered.

— I wasn’t asking.

Her tone didn’t rise. Didn’t change. But it landed like a brick.

Hands trembling, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and lowered them, revealing my snug gray briefs underneath. My legs were pale and thin. My thighs looked like chopsticks compared to hers. She stepped back into view, arms crossed.

Her eyes scanned the bulge — or lack of one.

She clicked her tongue.

— That’s it? You’re not even trying to lie about it?

I looked away. My whole body was burning.

— Eyes forward, little man.

I did.

She stepped forward, toes brushing mine. Her foot was larger than mine. Her leg, thicker. Her presence swallowed me whole. Then her fingers reached down–

— Let’s see what we’re working with.

I froze. Her fingers were already hooked around the elastic of my briefs. Just two of them — thumb and index — but they pulled the waistband forward with such ease it felt symbolic. Like everything about me could be undone with the pinch of her hand. I barely breathed.

She looked inside. Not long. Just a glance.

Then she let the fabric snap back against my hips with a sharp thwick. I flinched.

— Yep, that’s what I thought.

She didn’t laugh. That would’ve been easier. She looked… disappointed. Or maybe bored.

— Honestly, I figured you were hiding something. Some surprise. But no. You’re just that small.

I wanted to say something — anything. But there was nothing to say. Not with my dick curling up against my body like it was trying to disappear. Not when I was standing half-naked in front of the tallest, strongest woman I’d ever seen. Not when she was staring right at it.

— Hands behind your back, she said. I obeyed again, because I didn’t know how not to.

Then she walked behind me — slow, barefoot steps — and reached forward to press her palm flat between my shoulder blades. I jolted, but she kept the pressure firm.

— Stay right there.

She crouched behind me. I heard the beep of her phone. A few clicks. Then she stepped away.

When I turned slightly, she was holding her phone up — not at me, but toward me. The front camera on. A live preview of how I looked right now. My own image blinked back at me — thin arms, sunken chest, briefs sagging from the pull, thighs too close, legs too white. I looked like a naked boy caught where he shouldn’t be. And behind me, in the frame, was her reflection. Towering. Unbothered. Dressed and gleaming bursa escort bayan with sweat.

— Take a good look, she murmured, holding the phone still.

I did. And I saw the exact thing she wanted me to: the difference. The contrast. Her skin glowing, her body powerful, her stance wide and grounded. And me — curled in, flinching, fragile, flushed red from the neck down.

She swiped the camera around, reversing it. Now she was filming me. I looked directly into the lens and saw myself trembling.

— Don’t worry, she said. I’m not saving this. You’ll forget the image. But you won’t forget how it felt.

She set the phone aside and looked down at me. Her gaze drifted lower, stopping between my legs. I followed her eyes and felt the panic tighten in my chest. I was hard.

Not fully. But enough to be seen.

–…Oh no.

She crouched again, her face inches from my crotch. I could see the shimmer of sweat on her cheekbones, her braid swinging slightly as she tilted her head. She spoke calmly. Too calmly.

— That little twitch… is that real?

I bit my lip.

— You’re turned on? From this?

I shut my eyes.

— That’s even sadder than I thought.

She stood. Her voice didn’t rise, but it got colder.

— Get on your knees.

I hesitated. She didn’t ask again.

I sank down. The floor was cold. Her legs were now at my eye level — thick thighs, the hem of her shorts hovering inches above me. I could smell her sweat now, earthy and sharp, mixing with the air like steam.

She looked down at me with pure control.

— I want you to put your hands behind your head. Like a mugshot. And look straight ahead.

I did.

— You hard again?

I didn’t answer. She bent forward, fingers suddenly gripping the waistband of my briefs from the back, dragging them higher and higher until the fabric tugged between my cheeks, then up — tight. Not enough to rip. Just enough to hurt.

I whimpered.

She kept pulling.

— This is how you get off? On women who could crush you?

I nodded. I didn’t want to — I didn’t even mean to — but my neck moved on its own.

She let go. The snap echoed. I exhaled in a ragged burst.

— Good. Then you’ll love what happens next.

She turned away without another word and walked slowly toward the squat rack. I stayed on my knees, unsure if I was supposed to move — or even allowed to. The air was thick with the scent of rubber, sweat, and her. My briefs still wedged between my ass, my erection shamefully visible and throbbing against the thin cotton, exposed to the gym lights.

When she returned, she was holding one of the small resistance bands. Purple. Thick. Loop-style. Without breaking eye contact, she reached behind me, grabbed both of my wrists, and looped the band around them, pinning them together tightly behind my back. I gasped.

— That’s better.

Her voice was calm. No cruelty, no mockery — just total ownership. She could’ve been tying her shoes.

— Stay upright.

She placed her palm against my chest and pushed gently until I sat back on my heels. The difference in size between her hand and my torso made me feel like a child being positioned.

Then she crouched again in front of me. Face to face.

She studied me like I was a problem she was trying to solve — or maybe a specimen. Her eyes drifted from my red cheeks to my mouth, then down, stopping at my tented underwear.

— Take a breath, little guy.

I did. She nodded.

— Now let’s talk honestly.

She reached forward, slowly, like it was no big deal, and placed two fingers under the waistband of my briefs. Just enough to pull them outward. She looked down into them again, not with surprise — she already knew — but with quiet satisfaction.

— I think this is the smallest dick I’ve seen on campus.

I whimpered. She didn’t stop.

— And I’m not just saying that to mess with you. I mean it. I’ve seen freshman streakers with more to offer. I’ve had teammates show me dick pics that had more length in the shadow than what you’ve got here.

She let the elastic go again — thwack. I flinched, knees trembling.

— And yet… you’re hard. From me saying that.

She tilted her head, smirking.

— That’s special.

Her hand slid over my thigh, not sexually — but possessively. She squeezed, slowly. Then moved to the other.

— Do you like being small?

I didn’t answer.

She slapped my inner thigh — quick and sharp.

— Answer me.

— Y-yes…

— Louder.

— Yes. I like being small.

Her fingers hooked under the waistband again — this time in front. I held my breath as she slowly began pulling the briefs upward, giving me the cruelest, slowest front wedgie I’d ever felt. The fabric dug under my balls, yanking everything upward. My spine arched with the pain.

— You like when a woman shows you how small you are?

— Yes…

She yanked higher.

— You like being naked in front of someone taller, stronger, dressed, while you sit there leaking like a puppy?

— Yes, oh god…

My voice cracked.

She let go, letting the underwear slap back against my waist. My cock throbbed visibly, twitching against the damp cotton.

— You know what you are?

I looked up, eyes watering.

— You’re not a man. Not even close. You’re a tiny little hard-on with a name tag.

I whimpered again.

Then she leaned forward and whispered into my ear:

— And now that I’ve seen it… you’ll always wonder if I told the team. If I showed them. If they’re laughing behind your back.

She paused.

— Or maybe in front of it.

She stood. Towered over me again. Her sweat dripped down her calf, landing near my knees.

— You can get dressed now.

I stayed still.

She looked down and smirked.

— Or maybe… you want to walk out like this? Go ahead. Show the rest what a man looks like.

I couldn’t speak.

She walked away — slow, barefoot, silent now. Her braid swinging across her back. She didn’t even look back.

The door shut behind her with a soft hiss. The silence that followed was unbearable.

I sat on the floor, hands still bound behind me, my briefs pulled up into me, cock hard and aching, face burning, and every inch of me vibrating with shame.

And somehow — horribly — that shame throbbed harder than anything else I’d ever felt.

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This is fantasy and nothing is of any actual events. This story white boys purchased by wealthy black women. They are to going to be made to worship black Ass. Also to their compete disgust black farts! Themes of ebony women face farting and face sitting white boys for their pleasure. If this doesn’t interest you please don’t read and give bad comments and low marks!

The story is four rich black women that want to humiliate white slaves. They own a mansion in the outskirts of Las Vegas. They have purchased three virgin young white boys for their pleasure. The boys will all learn to worship their Asses in extreme ways! They are very sadistic and love making slaves do nasty things with them. Farts are what they love to give these slaves. They have even learnt to hypnotize the slaves to smell those nasty ebony farts!

The four women are all big and black-

Mrs Smith fifty six big Phat Black Ass large 36 DD breasts and nasty attitude!

Mrs Clark sixty four big Phat Black Ass large 38 DD breasts loves making boys submit!

Mrs Gemini twenty nine Phat Black Ass

36 DD breasts tattooed and pierced!

Mrs Fox forty four Phat Black Ass 38 DD breasts loves young white boys!

All four women made their money from a website called the B.N.W.O which stands for the Black New World Order. They sold extreme femdom videos and now are wealthy.

They have been on a site where they have purchased their white slave boys. These boys are from very poor families they have been sold them for fifty thousand dollars each.They are white boys and are eighteen years of age. Just the right age to train them and mind control them. They won’t be used for domestic jobs like cooking and cleaning. But they will be all be doing some cleaning?(“Phat Black Ass”)

The young white boys are small-

Luke eighteen skinny five foot six small six inch cock!

Kurt eighteen slight built five foot eight with seven inch cock!

Alex eighteen muscular five foot six with seven inch cock!

All four women in heels tower over the boys! This is a new venture a club for Ebony women to Fart in slaves faces. If they do well the club can be expanded to other white slaves and Ebony Goddesses!

After the money went through all the black women sat drinking coffee. They were all excited to get such young slaves to teach thought the money paid was good value. They all got around to talking about what they would use them all for? It was agreed they were going to be fart slaves! (“this would disgust the boys they will have to accept farts they are now owned slaves”) They would then be taken individually to rooms to accept their femdom owner farts. Each boy would get multiple training if they become fart boys they would be rewarded with blow jobs or allowed to wank.(“only over big black Asses”) Maybe they would all get sex has a very special treat. Then would all be made to call the older women mamma! (“another way to control these very young poor white boys”)

Then Mrs Gemini says there’s a site which shows you how to hypnotize people and it works all the time? They become devoted slaves you make them look at a moving watch. Then tell them to take slow deep breaths keep concentrating on the watch. Then go to sleep they then do everything you want! When they wake they are very obedient slaves? Then click your fingers and you break the boys hypnosis. If these boys become untrainable I will do this to them? They all agreed but wanted to see if they would accept their farts first! (“each black femdom would do anything for the white boys to submit to them”)

The following day the boys were delivered to the mansion. They were all led into the main living area by Mrs Gemini. All four black owners were very impressed with their new purchase.(“all four boys cowered and were very intimidated by these black women”)Three little white virgin boys to train in all their deviant ways! The boys were in cuffs they looked terrified by the big black femdom goddesses! Mrs Smith tells them to all strip off their clothes. Alex answers her back and says no you can’t make us! So then Mrs Smith puts him over her knees and he was spanked really hard. He screamed out and the others started shouting for help.(“nobody was going to come to the boys rescue”) Mrs Fox then explained they were miles from the nearest town. The house is also sound proofed the locks can only be opened by one of their new owners!

Kurt shouted fuck off you don’t own me or any of the others!

So they are all shown a document of their purchase. All the boys look horrified and wondered what was in store? Mrs Smith still spanking Alex and his Ass was bright red. He then said he would strip off for them. She still carries on and says all of you boys must strip?(“their torment has now just begun”)

They all decided they have no choice and all three boys striped. First to they boxers and then they were told nude or more spanking. Reluctantly they stripped trying to hide themselves and their little white cocks.(“little did they know their cocks were of no interest to their gorukle escort black owners”) Mrs Gemini scoops up their clothes and walks away with them.The three others all touch each boy like their inspecting cattle. Mrs Smith grabs Alex has him stand next to her. Mrs Fox grabs Kurt she has him stood next to her. Then the oldest women Mrs Clark picks young Luke he has to then stand next to her.(“their nasty ordeal is just begun”)

Then Mrs Gemini returns and hands each woman an outfit for their chosen boys. Mrs Fox says they are all the same boys there’s nothing to fancy. Just three sets of your slave collars with leads with three pairs of white shiny tights! Each boy looked at each other and they were going to refuse. Alex said my spanking hurt like hell better do has they ask boys?(“these were wise words for them all these women would best them all black and blue”)

So Mrs Clark grabs Luke slides his white tights up and they are like second skin and go between his Ass cheeks and they hold his package really tightly. Then to his shock he noticed the collar it had words written on it. The collar said “EBONY FART BOY” he was going to say no way but he then remembers what Alex had said! She then attached his collar and lead and takes him away on all fours crawling behind her. All he could see was this femdom leading him and her big black Ass in his face.(” the Ass would spend more times today in his face”)

Then Mrs Fox does the same to Luke puts on his tight white tights. Then his fart slave collar and leads him away behind her on all fours. He’s watching her big fat black Ass swaying.(“he’s now so turned on but there won’t be anything that he’s hoping for”)

Then the last boy Alex was dressed by Mrs Smith and led away wearing his tights and fart slave collar. Again on all fours watching her black Ass.(“her tattooed body and Ass made his cock grow hard”)

Mrs Gemini was going to be going around to check on all four boys before she would choose one to train later?

Mrs Smith leads Alex into a room with a big bed covered in a waterproof bedding. He’s put on his back and she cuffs each leg and arm to the four posts of the bed.(“now it’s fart smelling time”)

Now boy do you know why your collar says ebony fart boy?

No but it’s really weird and sick?

Well we are going to train you to worship our Asses boy and you must know each one of us by our scents! There’s no better scents than our farts Alex? Take it has an honour to smell our tight rosebuds?

Fucking sick you are you can fuck right off there’s no way will I smell your farts?

Well we will see you are not the first to not want to smell our gifts boy? But those boys learnt to crave our scent and beg for more?

She then takes off her G String and takes it to Alex. She puts it under his nose and he refuses to smell her panties. So she then jumped up over him and squats down in reverse face sitting. Then lowers has she does she farts a silent but nasty smelling fart? He smells the fart and it’s nasty and disgusting. He holds his breath and then refused to smell it! There was no way he would ever smell this black woman’s farts. So she then gets up she has plan for the little white slave boy?(“he’s going to be now worse than his spanking”)

In the next room Mrs Clark has tied down little luke to the bed. She’s striped to just her high heels and is walking around the bed. Her huge big breasts and her big fat black Ass always on view to him. She then starts to speak soothing and quietly do you like mamma’s black body love? (“this was like a mind control of the boy he’s never been talked to like this before”)The boy is mesmerized by this woman and then just groans out loud. There’s clearly a bulge in his tights is cock now growing his little six inch cock! She then jumped above his face like Mrs Smith had also done to young Alex reverse face sitting her white boy. Sealing his face inside her big sweaty smelly Ass crack. He then moans out loud his moans muffled inside mamma’s Ass crack!(“his big black older mamma”)

Meanwhile Mrs Gemini has checked in on Mrs Smith and she’s not having the same response. She’s now got some duck tape she’s going to tape Alex’s mouth to force him to breathe through his nose! All he’s now going to breathe is smelly farts from his mistress!(“he will learn to accept them”)

Then Mrs Gemini walks into the next room and Mrs Clark is doing a lot better with her white slave Luke! He’s lost under her fat black Ass but there are moans and sounds of lust and pleasure? She walks into see how it plays out before checking in on Mrs Fox with the young white Kurt.

(“Mrs Clark is still speaking soothingly to the white boy”) Yes let mamma hear you smell her don’t be embarrassed it’s natural to want to be with an older black woman?

He just sniffs her smelly crack and moans the words are getting to him?

Yes ittle boy smell mamma’s black Ass?

Then she silently farts into his face and he is clearly sniffing it. Then another silent fart Mrs Clark knows that these bursa görükle escort silent ones are always smelly. But he sniffed it again and a louder groan follows. He is clearly starting to enjoy his cock then starts to strain at the tightness of his girly white tights. So then Mrs Gemini realised it and starts to gently stroke it. Then Mrs Clark says boy here’s another wet ripe fart.Then she farts a load hissy sounding fart her boy then sniffs that up! Has he sniffed her farts like a good boy Mrs Gemini stroked his cock and cupped his balls. The more he smelt those farts the more she strokes. But she stops after each fart he’s learning that these nasty farts are pleasure!(“the boys senses are confused with his cock being played with and the farts”)

(“Then Mrs Clark says”) Lick my crack white boy for your black mamma? Yes deep licks leave pussy up and down my crack? Taste the big nasty farts for mamma boy?

Then she farts again it stays in her crack he has no choice but to smell and lick that fart. Mrs Gemini keeps strokes him again up and down.(“Then Mrs Clark speaks to him soothingly”)

Now boy lick mamma’s Asshole stick your tongue inside?Yes like that boy make your tongue hard like your cock?

The young boy penetrates her tight Anal ring. Licks inside and then groans has the Asshole opens up to his tongue. His white cock still being slowly stroked by black Mrs Gemini. She’s then slowly going but with each fart she strokes faster. This makes the owned white boy know that mamma’s farts are for pleasure!(“he’s getting close”)

Then feels his tongue gripped tightly has the black femdom farts on his tongue.It can be heard hissing into his mouth the nasty smell enters his young lungs. He groans Mrs Gemini stroked his cock hard then fast pre cum dripping off his white cock.Then a big fart into his mouth followed by three more! He’s eating her farts and the smell enters his nose. He’s groaning away loves the nasty farts the smells the sounds! This was their plan to make these white boys their fart slaves! There would also be lots of ebony ladies who want to visit their fart club. Another big money maker for the rich femdoms (“the boys were just commodity to make lots of money”)

Another wet nasty sounding fart the boy is close to shooting. One more fart should do it and take him to his paradise. Mrs Gemini slowly strokes and waits for Mrs Clark to fill the boys face with another fart. She raised up over his face and before farting speaks to her slave.(“the boy bathing in her farts”)

Mamma’s going to fart another nasty fart in your face boy? When you smell it inhale my fart bask in it’s essence then cum for your mamma?

She then farts a loud hissy fart that could be heard through out the room. Mrs Gemini holds her nose has the smell hits her and she was really far away from it! But the boy likes it and deeply sniffed then shoots his big load over Mrs Geminis hand. This boy will now take these black femdoms farts without arguing! Mrs Gemini then wiped the his spunk into is white girly tights. The boy licks all those remaining farts out of mamma’s fat black Ass.(“now the white boy knows mamma’s scent”)

Mrs Clark is so happy that he has done so good she then tells Mrs Gemini she’s going to reward him? She will ride more cum out of his young balls!(“this would be a rare treat for these boys”)

With that she climbed up again on the bed and squats over his still erect cock.Then she speaks softly to him again telling the boy he’s having a treat for smelling farts! If he smells her friends farts they would all reward him? Then bounced a little slowly then faster all the time her black pussy is milking his little white cock. He’s moaning away under the big black old femdom. (“now saying fuck me black mamma over and over”) She obliged him and sees the young slave boy staring at her massive tits.

You like my udders little white boy should mamma breast feed you?

He didn’t answer just groaned at the very thought. Mrs Gemini then leaves the lovers to find Mrs Fox and young boy Kurt. Looks over her shoulders and the boy his sucking mamma’s big nipples has she then leans over him. Then she gets to the door and hears a sound from earlier a loud hissy fart. Then a moan has the boy smells mamma’s fart has he breast feed. Then cums into her tight pussy over and over! Sits back on his face for him to now eat up all his cum! His mamma wants to also fart in his face. He accepts both of these gifts one his own! She unties him this boy is going to be a great addition to their Ebony Fart Club!(“each boy will learn to accept their gifts”)

Mrs Gemini walks into the next room it’s similar to earlier. Kurt is not accepting his nasty gifts and his now being punished by Mrs Fox.She’s slapping his cock hard and squeezing his balls making him cry then sob out in pain! His screaming and crying were falling on death ears.Mrs Fox knows what she wants he will learn to submit! (“this boy will soon learn to submit to the ebony femdoms”).He’s now nothing more than an owned white boy. They paid good money to have these young white boys worship their Asses!

Then Mrs Gemini surprised Mrs Fox she says do not punish him he’s scared and confused? He needs to learn that we are his new owners so I have a plan? Then she uncuffs him and sits him down into a chair.

She’s now going to try the mind control trick that was on the internet? But tells Mrs Fox to slowly stroke his cock and make it better. She then pulls his cock back out of his girly tights and slowly strokes. Then Mrs Gemini gets out a watch and rocks it slowly in his gaze!(“now will he fall under the mind control spell”)

Now boy watch the watch take deep slow breaths? Yes like that watch my hand back and forth? Deep breaths yes keep watching your starting to feel very sleepy?

This goes on until then he starts to go real sleepy. Then has he’s watching her swing the watch he starts to shut his eyes.(“this mind trick is working the same has on the internet”)

Now when I count to three you will sleep and when I click once you will then wake boy? You will then serve all of your black owners? When I click my fingers twice you will be back to normal slave? Remember before you sleep one click to serve two clicks to return to normal?

Like magic he went into a deep sleep in the chair. Mrs Fox says it works he’s gone to sleep just like that.(“like a lifeless little baby they poke him and he doesn’t move”)

We will find out if it’s a gimmick or it works when I click my fingers? Lets lie him down on the bed this time he won’t need to be restrained? With luck he will now become your devoted fart slave Mrs Fox?

Both women carried his lifeless body onto the bed then layed him down. Put is tights back in place he looked innocent except wearing a collar with ebony fart slave on it. Then Mrs Fox climbs up above him starts to lower down onto his face. With excitement to see if this mind control trick has worked this causes her to fart while lowering. But the boy will soon be inhaling loads more! Mrs Gemini clicks her finger he wakes and looks up then immediately he groans. His cock also strained in his white tights has he looked at her black Ass.(“this Ass that will now own him”)Then he groaned louder has he sniffed then smelt her fart. It looks like it has worked so Mrs fox goes to seal him in her Ass!

Mrs Fox fart if you can now hoover above him we need to see it’s working?

Mrs Fox farts he sniffs the air but then Mrs Gemini clicked her fingers twice. Then he turned back to normal boy did the boy turn normal!

You fucking nasty black whore farting in my face go and fuck yourself? I am off you can find or buy another white boy to do your nasty ghetto shit with you black skank!

Mrs Fox looks up at Mrs Gemini but she’s one step ahead quickly clicks a finger! He stops cursing smells the air then he sighed. Then goes to hold his cock and play with it lust takes over! No Mrs Fox says only your mistress decides if you play with your cock little white boy!(“his black femdom is now controlling him”)

would my little white boy like me to be your mamma? Then sits and bounced on her sons face? Like mamma bouncing her phat black Ass on my Sons face white boy?

He didn’t need to answer he came a big thick load of his cum flying through the air. He has never cum before without touching himself! This older big black femdom now calling herself mamma makes him lose all control! He’s now owned and controlled by these black older femdoms with a click of their fingers!(“now smelling these farts will now make him orgasm”)

Mamma Fox scooped up his cum and feed it to him. Then lowers down above his face he’s not cuffed so his hands grab mamma’s black Ass. (“he’s getting above himself”)

No boy remember I control you hands at your side and get ready for your treat?

My treat mamma?

Yes mamma is going to teach you to be her little white fart boy? Do you want to smell mamma’s farts boy?

Yes mamma I will do all you want?

She smiles then drops down seals his face between her Phat Black Ass cheeks! He has nothing to breathe struggles for air but she can help with that! Her big Ass then slightly raises the toxic smelling farts that she’s has held in come out. One big “hissy” fart after another filling is face and lungs with smelly air! Five big farts marinated his white face.But earlier she only farted near his face and went berserk! (“the boy acting like they smell of chocolate”) Now he is sniffing and moaning while breathing her farts! His cock now growing hard in his girl tights.The boy is like them all he’s now her slut her fart smelling slut. She has forgotten about his mind control soon he will not be needing mind tricks!

Then she slides up and down across his face her pussy dripping lube. Adding farts for her white slave to inhale. He’s moaning and groaning in ecstasy her farts were now like an aphrodisiac. His tongue was lapping up sweat and pussy juices. His black owner training him to appreciate his betters. The farts are being sniffed then licked up. Mrs Gemini watches and now decided to click her fingers twice! But no he didn’t act like earlier he was happy under mamma. He was still hard moaning away between her cheeks. Submissive to his owner the black femdom Mrs Fox and her nasty farts!

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“So…” he murmurs, dark eyes gleaming. “Dessert time?”

I grin. My feet curl around the bottle, pluck it from his grasp before he can blink.

He watches me. Waiting.

I arch one foot over the plate, slow and deliberate. “Dessert?” I echo, voice dipping low.

Then I drizzle.

A slow ribbon of amber coats my arch. Slides between each toe.

His breath catches.

I tilt my foot toward him.

“You clean this mess.”

I nudge the syrup bottle toward him with my other foot–playful, tingling–my sole already gleaming like honeyed glass. He watches me, that maddening calm unraveling in slow heat.

He’ll lick. He’ll tease. He’ll taste–

Oh god. Oh god.

“No hands,” I add, voice wobbling as I fold myself into some ridiculous sugar-glazed pretzel. Syrup pools beneath my thighs. My calves tremble with anticipation. “M-mouth only. A-and…”

I flick a syrup-glazed toe at his nose.

“…if you miss a drop, I’ll–I’ll–“

I never get to finish.

Because he moves.

Breath hot.

Mouth open.

And then–

His tongue.

One single, devastating lick up my arch–heel to toe–and the air implodes in my lungs.

It’s not quick. It’s not gentle. It’s obscene in how reverent it is. His tongue drags along the curve like it’s holy scripture, tasting me like I’m something to be deciphered. Every slow inch is a confession.

I make a sound I’ve never heard before. Something between a moan and a prayer. My hips jolt off the bed entirely, a full-body spasm of disbelief and surrender.

“Fair warning,” I gasp, somewhere between a laugh and a sob, “I’m… ticklish he–ah!”

Lies. Total lies. I’m not ticklish. I’m possessed.

His lips curve against the pad of my toe like he knows it. And then–God–he sucks my big toe into his mouth. Slow. Deep. Like he’s pulling something sacred from me. The sound–wet, deliberate–cracks open something low in my belly.

My back arches like a drawn bow. My thighs quake, a trembling staccato. My breath catches in my throat, skips, stutters, restarts. My whole soul tries to climb out of bursa escort me.

His hands press against my calves, keeping me spread, steady. His mouth works my toe like it’s a secret he plans to keep forever.

“A rule!” I cry, voice wild and shaking as my syrup-slick soles clamp around his face. Sugar smears across his cheeks, my heel grinds against his jaw, and I ride the edge of madness without shame. Just need.

“C-chef gets…” My fingers fumble down between my legs–shivering, drenched–and I circle slow, dizzy spirals around my clit.

“…to f-finger herself watching you…”

His eyes lock with mine.

And I let him see.

Let him see every trembling motion of my hand–how I press my fingers into myself, how my knuckles shake from the effort of holding back. My breath’s a broken metronome. My feet twitch is his hands. And still, he doesn’t blink. Doesn’t break contact.

He’s not just watching.

He’s devouring.

My body jerks as he swirls his tongue in sync with my circling fingers–slow, decadent, cruel. Like he’s teasing a storm out of me, inch by inch. His hands grip my ankles now, thumbs pressing into the tendons there, grounding me as I unravel.

“God–” I pant, hips bucking upward. “You like it? Watching me fall apart?”

He groans low against my foot, a rumble that vibrates straight through the sole and into my spine. His mouth doesn’t leave me. He sucks harder–deeper–like he’s pulling something sacred straight out of my skin.

My toes curl. My fingers slip. I whimper.

He shifts just slightly, nose brushing my arch, his breath hot and maddening.

And then he speaks.

Voice muffled, but thick with worship: “You’re unreal.”

That’s when my rhythm breaks.

My hips grind up and hold. My breath shatters.

And he licks me again.

Slow.

From the base of my big toe to the very tip, like punctuation.

My jaw drops. A keening sound spills out–raw, high, helpless.

He doesn’t stop.

His tongue teases the soft skin between my toes, and I jolt, legs shaking in his arms bursa eskort like a vice.

I’m shaking now. Everywhere.

He groans. Low. Ragged.

His hands tighten on my calves, dragging me closer, until I’m folded, open, every inch of me strung tight between his mouth and my hand.

I press harder. Circling faster. My clit pulses under my touch, slick and needy.

He bites. Not hard–just enough. The pad of my toe. A warning. A promise.

“I can’t–” I gasp. “I can’t hold it–“

“So don’t,” he whispers. “Give it to me.”

My whole body pulls taut like wire–every muscle screaming with pressure. My back arches. My toes press against his tongue, tingling.

And then–

Climax detonates in me.

Not a spark. Not a wave.

A collapse.

Everything inside me caves in, syrup and heat and helpless sound.

My hand falls away. My legs shake. I cry out–wordless, wide open. My body pulses in aftershocks, little echoes of pleasure twitching through my thighs, my belly, my arch.

His mouth never leaves me.

He drinks it in like proof.

I fall backward, boneless. Breathless.

My foot slips from his lips, damp and loved and spent.

I am burning. Shattered. Worshiped.

Limbs sprawled. Breath gone. Syrup glistening everywhere. A ridiculous, holy mess.

My hand reaches for the syrup bottle. It’s still warm, slick with our fingerprints. I pass it to him, fingers shaking with need.

“Your turn,” I whisper. My foot nudges his cock through the towel–eager, reverent, teasing.

My sticky sole lingers there, pressing lightly, wanting.

“Pour it… wherever you want me to lick…”

Let me return this madness.

Let me worship.

Let me devour every inch of you like a starving thing at altar.

He grins.

Then–slowly, deliberately–drizzles syrup along the line of his throat. Down, lower, across his chest, his abs. My lips part in awe.

And finally, with maddening calm, he taps one glistening drop to his bottom lip. Eyes locked to mine. Silent challenge.

I crawl forward, still shaking.

Let the feast begin.

My toes dig into the mattress as I crawl toward him.

“Neck first,” I whisper, voice frayed and breathless.

The syrup is cool–startling–but his skin?

Fire.

I lower myself slowly, reverently, and my lips close over the sticky patch just above his collarbone. I suck gently. My tongue flicks. And his pulse–wild, strong, alive–pounds against the roof of my mouth like a drumbeat I was born to follow.

I breathe him in. Salt. Heat. A hint of soap still clinging to his neck. My nose bumps his jaw as I kiss up the side of it, slow, like tasting sunlight.

“S-stomach,” I murmur against his throat, trailing down. A pilgrimage made of skin and sugar.

My lips drag down his chest. My tongue swirls into his navel, and his abs jerk beneath me, a tremor that makes my own muscles clench. My toes curl straight up into the air, flexing like antennae tuned only to him.

Salt. Sugar. Surrender.

His stomach tenses again, a ripple under my tongue, and I swear I feel it in my spine. This is mine. This man. This moment.

Then I see it.

The drop on his lip.

“No fair,” I whisper, crawling up, one toe brushing his cheekbone like punctuation.

I kiss him like a woman possessed.

Not careful. Not soft. Messy. Desperate. Sticky. A wet smash of syrup and breath and sound, and his moan vibrates straight into my tongue. His lips part, greedy, and I dive deeper. Our mouths slide. Teeth scrape. And the syrup melts between us.

“Mine,” I pant against him, legs wrapping his waist, arching into his heat. “My… s-sticky… prince…”

Our bodies grind. Our breaths collide. It’s not a kiss anymore–it’s a claim. A communion.

Our ruined bed, our altar.

He pulls back, just barely.

Smiling.

Feral. Sweet. Devastating.

“Oh, I didn’t finish yet, babe.”

I blink. Stunned. Hungry.

Before I can ask–

He makes a new mark.

On me.

On the arch of my foot.

A single, golden stripe. Deliberate. Worshipful.

“Here,” he says softly. His voice cracks around the edges. “Please.”

Please.

To my foot.

Like I’m holy. Like this is a gift he’s asking for.

He means me. My mouth. On my own skin.

My body dissolves.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

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Note

This is chapter 4 in a series. It is recommended to read the first three chapters before this one, especially chapters 1 and 3. This chapter is a bit shorter than the last chapter, but I will hopefully have another chapter out shortly after this one.

Ten Minutes Later

Soft pale skin, sweet warm breath, gentle breathless sounds, slow rhythmic movement, love. It would have been heaven if not for the relentless pressure of the steel cage locked around my manhood.

I my hands along Lily’s back, savoring the feel of warmth beneath her thin shirt. Her hand pressed against my bare chest; I pulled it closer, enjoying her nervous exploration of my muscles. I pulled her closer as her hand descended, tracing the outlines of my abs. I was out of my mind with need as my body struggled against its unyielding cage, but it didn’t matter. Lily was my entire world.

“Can I touch it?” she asked, blushing.

“Of course Lily, always. I belong to you now,” I replied.

It felt powerful to say the words aloud: to tell Lily that I belonged to her. I had been Lily’s property for ten minutes. They had been the most enjoyable and most frustrating ten minutes of my life. Ten minutes ago I handed over the key to my chastity cage to Zoe, Lily’s insanely hot best friend and roommate. I had agreed to go without sex indefinitely, to go without pleasure for as long as Zoe and Lily desired. I had agreed to become a slave, property of the two most beautiful women I had ever seen. And it was worth it; Lily was worth it. I knew after only ten minutes that I wanted to be Lily’s property forever.

“You are all mine,” Lily giggled, gently feeling the smooth lines of my cage.

“I love you so much Lily,” I sighed, shivering at her touch. “I need you.”

“Someday, I’ll be yours too,” she replied.

A sudden wave of need passed through me as Lily’s finger brushed the tender head of my caged manhood, forcing me to gasp.

“Ssssh, its ok,” Lily whispered.

She pressed her body against mine, gently, lovingly. Her breasts were small and warm pressed against my bare chest. I strained every nerve in my body to feel the slender, elegant body beneath her clothes. The contrast between my nudity and her modest, clothed body reinforced my servitude. I wore nothing but my cage, because as Lily’s property I no longer had the right to hide myself without her permission. She wore her clothes because she was free to, nobody owned her least of all me. I had spent many hours at the gym working on my body, and now it was hers to enjoy however and whenever she wanted. She owed me nothing in return and never would.

“Thank you. Thank you for doing this, thank you for being so understanding. I’ll do everything I can to make this easier for you. Zoe is going to be strict, she thinks I’m too soft. I want us to have a lot of fun together. I know I can’t really make up for it, for asking you to lock yourself up like this. But I love you and I want to make you happy,” Lily said, sincerely.

“Hey, you don’t have anything to make up for. I want to do this for you. You deserve everything I can give you and more. And besides, kissing you feels better than sex with anyone else ever could.”

Lily smiled, and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. I embraced her, wishing the moment would never end.

Then Zoe barged in.

Love Interrupted by Lust

“Come here and help me get dressed for work,” Zoe ordered, as though telling a dog to sit.

Reluctantly, Lily and I separated. I started to open my mouth to protest, but quickly thought better of it. Lily nodded her approval with a soft, apologetic look. I stood up, feeling hopelessly exposed, my nude body on display in front of two gorgeous, fully clothed women. I instinctively started to cover my cage with my hands, but I knew that I no longer had that right. Resigned, I stood up straight with my cage clearly on display, marking me as property. I followed Zoe to her bedroom.

“Next time don’t make me wait,” Zoe cautioned.

Zoe closed the door of her room, which somehow made the situation feel much more intense, as though I was trapped in a room with a lioness. It was irrational of course, a bedroom door changed nothing when I was already locked behind steel bars. Still though, it was intense standing nude and chastened in front of a sex goddess wearing a thin tank top and no bra.

“Face the wall,” she ordered, as she started to pull off her top.

I complied without hesitation, secretly relieved to have a respite from seeing her beauty.

Less than a week ago this sex goddess had offered to have sex with me. Those sensuous C cup breasts and firm, small nipples could have been mine to play with. Her powerful, toned legs could have been wrapped around me. Now we were alone in her room, in various states of undress, and I couldn’t even get hard.

With Lily the cage bursa escort felt almost welcoming, imprisonment strengthening love. With Zoe the cage was cruel, torturing me with lust.

“The other hostess at the restaurant called out sick, so I’m working this evening. I need to decide which dress to wear. You’re going to help me decide. Then, you are going to take Lily out to dinner, to my restaurant of course. As far as I’m concerned, this is your first real date with Lily, so you better not blow it. I’ll be keeping an eye on you, making sure you treat her like a proper lady,” Zoe commanded. “After dinner you are going to take her for a romantic walk, like a gentleman should. If you are on your best behavior tonight you may be in for a treat, but don’t get your hopes up. No matter what, you will stay here tonight, in case I have use of you when I get off work.”

My heart raced as Zoe spoke. I wasn’t used to being ordered around, and here I was facing a wall, wearing a chastity cage, and listening to a gorgeous woman order me around effortlessly. A small but growing part of me was thrilled by my newfound lack of freedom.

“Now turn around,” she ordered.

I turned, and I gasped. Zoe wore a silky, black dress that hugged her slim torso tightly but swayed loosely around her legs, hanging down to her knees. For once she wore a bra, turning her voluptuous, swaying breasts into perfectly formed, perfectly full globes under the tight black fabric. She took two swaggering steps towards me, the swaying motion of her dress giving me a brief, tantalizing peek of her thighs with each step. She looked menacingly sexy. Cruelty by overwhelming eroticism.

I sank to my knees, the cage too tight to bear.

“Perfect, picked the right dress on the first try,” she said, barely reacting as I sank to the floor. “Now get up and finish zipping me up.”

My hands shook as I pulled the zipper across her back.

First Date as a New Man

I looked myself over once more using my phone’s screen as a mirror. I looked good; nervous, but good. I stood outside Lily Lily deserved nothing less.

I felt like a new man, an idealized boyfriend come to life: handsome, fit, well dressed, strong but obedient, sexually charged but completely under control. Just three hours ago I had been a normal fit, horny college student: the kind of guy who tried to have sex on a first date. I wasn’t that person anymore, I had allowed myself to become a new person for Lily. I hoped I had become someone worthy of her.

Zoe had kicked me out of their apartment as soon as I had helped her dress for her job as a restaurant hostess. She had sent me home to change and prepare for my first date as a new man, reminding me sternly to be on my best behavior. I had been nervous then, shocked at how much my life had changed with just a single click of a lock, scared at how easily I had been brought to my knees by just the sight of a beautiful, fully clothed woman.

I felt much calmer after cooling down for a couple hours. I hadn’t for a moment forgotten the agreement that I had made when I handed over my key, my new subservience, the loss of ownership over my own body. I certainly hadn’t forgotten my denial; the constant pressure of steel on sensitive skin had kept my unfulfilled need at the top of my mind every moment since the cage had clicked shut, and I knew that as long as I was with Lily my mind would be clouded with a hunger I could no longer satisfy. I felt calmer, not because it had become easier, but because I had started to accept my new situation. I knew I wanted to be with Lily, no matter what, and it felt right that I should make sacrifices for that privilege.

I knocked on Lily’s door confidently, knowing that no matter what the evening would bring I could handle it. The moment I saw Lily I knew I was wrong, badly wrong.

Beauty

She was stunning. Beyond stunning. For years I had fantasized about Lily the shy, modest student. The girl who stood in front of me was more beautiful than my fantasies, more beautiful than I knew anyone could be. I was mesmerized.

Lily’s wore a simple blue and white dress, cinched around her waist to highlight her slender, delicate curves. Her dress was short and loose, showing far more of her smooth legs than any outfit I had ever seen her in before. Lily’s shoulders were covered by loose sleeves, a touch of modesty making the rest of the dress seem even more revealing. Her dress was cut low, a deep V exposing the tender space between the subtle curves of her A cups. A glimmer of metal drew my eyes to her chest; she was wearing the necklace I had given her, the necklace that symbolized my chastity, the necklace I hoped one day would hold my key.

The pale light of her blue eyes shone from a porcelain white face famed with wavy locks of strawberry blond hair. She had used bursa eskort bayan just a hint of makeup, a little light red lipstick, the tiniest hint of blush, barely noticeable eyeliner. Such small touches and yet the effect was enormous. She was still my Lily, but she had transformed from a shy, modest student to a goddess.

I had always found Lily beautiful, even wearing baggy clothes and no makeup she lit up the room. She was already the girl of my dreams, the girl I fantasized about late at night. But now she was far beyond my fantasies. My heart fluttered as my eyes drowned in her beauty.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

Our eyes met, and locked together. Neither of us knew what to say, so we just stayed like that, not wanting the moment to end. I could sense that she was nervous, that the shy girl I knew so well was still in there, just wearing the face of a supermodel.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen Lily, I would do anything for you,” I said at last, meaning every word.

Lily blushed and looked down, smiling. She started to cross her arms across her chest, clearly not used to being so exposed, but she caught herself. A flicker of hesitation crossed her face, then she clasped her hands behind her back, presenting herself to me. She smiled and turned slightly from side to side, the hem of her dress brushing against her legs.

“You really think so?” she asked, playfully?

“I really, really do.”

We kissed, gently at first, then passionately. The familiar strain grew as I pulled her towards me, her back curving as she pressed her lithe figure against my muscular chest. She was so thin, so soft, and so delicate under that beautiful dress. After a moment, the ache of love in my heart drowned out the ache of desire in my loins, and I knew that a single hug from my Lily was worth more than a lifetime of sex with anyone else.

Dinner with a View

Dinner went by in a blur. As I had been commanded to, I brought Lily to the restaurant where Zoe worked as a hostess. Somehow, despite all that had happened earlier in the evening, we were able to relax and our conversation flowed effortlessly. It was reassuring to know that the years of friendship we had was still there, that we still shared the same sense of humor, that we could still lose ourselves in each other’s company. The agreement I had made, the metal cage restraining me, the knowledge that I was no longer a free man, none of that mattered. I could still be just as charming, just as funny. I was still the boy that shy, careful Lily fell for. And every minute I spent with Lily my love for her grew.

My desire and lust didn’t fade for a minute throughout the whole dinner. The most beautiful girl in the restaurant was right in front of me, and I felt like all eyes were upon us. We made a handsome couple, I knew how many women were looking at me out of the corner of their eyes. Lily was in another league though, and it felt like all the lights in the restaurant shone just on her. My eyes kept being drawn back to the glitter of her necklace gently brushing against the delicate curve of her breasts as she moved.

Despite the meaning of that necklace, despite the fact that it symbolized that I was owned, chaste, property, seeing Lily wear it made me happy. It was an honor that someone so beautiful would wear a symbol of ownership over me.

As we advanced our way through light appetizers, drinks, and rich pasta I felt myself relaxing. Sure I was still burning with desire and unable to do anything about it, but that was ok. More than ok. It was as though my desire had transmuted into something more pure than simple lust. The center of my world was Lily, and my own needs just didn’t matter that much compared to talking to her, laughing at her jokes, entertaining her. A smile spread her soft lips as I held her hand across the table. That smile made enduring the constant pressure of inescapable steel bars more than worth it.

Without realizing it, we spent all night at the restaurant, lost in each others eyes.

We were one of the last tables left, when Zoe came up to us. Zoe had been busy all night showing off her body to customers as she led them to their tables. She had clearly been enjoying herself, always walking with her hips swaying, bending over low as she placed menus, giving everyone around her a glimpse down the deep V of her dress, a mischievous look in her eye. She had been keeping an eye on me and Lily all night, occasionally winking at me, gloating in the power she now held over me.

Zoe pulled up a chair and sat down with us without asking.

“So, how has your night been,” Zoe asked Lily, completely ignoring me.

“Its been really nice,” Lily replied, smiling softly. “He’s so sweet.”

“Sweet? Or desperate?” Zoe asked, shooting me a cruel look.

I opened my mouth to speak, but thought better of it.

Zoe bent low over the table, giving me an eyeful of cleavage, her magnificent body barely covered by tight black fabric. I stared, mesmerized for a second, until I caught myself and managed to look away, wincing at the sudden unbearable tightness in my cage.

“S-sorry,” I stammered, facing Lily. She didn’t say anything but I could tell that she was hurt.

I felt equal parts aroused and ashamed. I wanted to be better than that. I didn’t want my sex drive to come before Lily, I didn’t want to be ruled by my libido. I just wasn’t strong enough. The part of me that wanted the best for Lily couldn’t overcome the primitive instincts hardwired into every male brain. That’s why I needed to be caged.

I tried to explain that to Lily. I started to tell her that I accepted chastity because I couldn’t control myself, and I needed the help. There was no need to explain it though. She understood, and she forgave me right away. Just a few words and a soft smile, and I felt more loved than I ever had before. Lily really did understand me, and she wanted me even though I couldn’t control myself. With that realization, the cage felt like less of a burden and more of a gift.

Lily looked around the restaurant, a shy smile parting her soft lips. Lily leaned forward, her necklace glittering, drawing my eyes to the deep V of her dress, where the delicate breasts were just barely visible. She hesitated slightly, then squeezed her arms front of her, lifting her A cups slightly and giving me a tantalizing glimpse of the pink of her nipples.

I gasped, and bent forwards uncontrollably, barely aware I was in public. I was overcome with longing and love for her. I was more turned on than I had ever realized possible. It didn’t matter that Lily hardly had any cleavage to show off. The fact the shy, studious, incredible girl I had fallen in love with wanted to show herself to me was enough, especially after I had proved myself unworthy of her. Even if Zoe had stripped completely, showing her luscious curves to the world, my eyes would still have been glued to Lily.

“Lily…” I started, but I didn’t have the words to express what I was feeling. It didn’t matter though, she understood from the look of longing in my eyes.

Lily smiled, and laughed a little, happy and surprised by the effect she had on me. That smile made every throb of frustration from my caged body completely worth it.

A Kiss in the Park

Lily’s slender body shivered as I pulled her into a long, passionate kiss. My body was electric with need. I savored every sensation, the warmth of her breath, the softness of her breasts, just barely covered under thin fabric. I put my hand on the back of her neck, my fingers tracing the delicate links of her necklace. She hesitated, her breath catching in her throat as I traced the necklace around her neck. We were surrounded by other couples; none of them knew what that necklace meant, but for us it meant everything.

We had walked home from the restaurant, taking the scenic route back to Lily and Zoe’s apartment. We had stopped at a park, climbing up a hill to a scenic overlook of the city. We had left the restaurant an hour ago at least, but neither of us wanted the night to end. As much as we longed to to be alone together, we knew that once we closed the door of Lily’s apartment everything would change between us. We weren’t like all the other couples around us, who would go home and spend the night in each other’s arms, making passionate love until they fell asleep.

Lily and I were not two lovers sharing a night together as equals. I was not Lily’s equal, and did not deserve to share the night with her as a lover. My uncontrollable lust made me unworthy of making love to her, and the cage restraining my manhood made me incapable. We both knew that I was Lily’s property, not her boyfriend, and the moment the door of Lily’s apartment closed I would no longer be allowed to pretend otherwise.

When we left the restaurant Zoe had ordered me to wait outside while she talked with Lily. Lily hadn’t told me what Zoe said, she just gave me a shy, apologetic smile as she joined me outside the restaurant. I had behaved inappropriately, by allowing myself to look at Zoe’s body when my focus should have been entirely on Lily. I knew I would be punished, and that I deserved it.

Still though, we embraced, and we kissed just as passionately as all of the normal couples around us. That kiss was everything to me, because I knew it would almost certainly be the only pleasure I would receive tonight, and that it was more pleasure than I deserved.

Alone at Last

Finally we arrived at Lily’s apartment. Before we went in, she turned to me, and pressed her head against my chest.

“I had an amazing time tonight, really,” she said. “I know this is hard for you, I can’t even imagine what you’re going through right now. I know Zoe seems mean, but she is just looking out for me. I can’t imagine anyone else willing to go through with this for me. I promise some day I’ll make this all worth it for you. Thank you”