Sunday, December 10, 2023

Kinky - The Girls Go Clubbing

 

 


 

 

 

Nikki, Stephanie and Grace Go Clubbing

This is the fourth installment of Jamie's business trip to Seattle. Jamie was caught dressing femme underneath his male clothes by one of his best customers. Brian in Chapter One met Nikki for cocktails, terrific sex then departed Nikki's hotel room, vowing to return in the morning.

In Chapter Two he doesn't return alone. Stephanie, one of Brian's staff members joins them. Stephanie convinces Nikki to extend her stay in Seattle, accompanying her for the day and evening frolicking. Then in Chapter Three Stephanie and Nikki become even more intimate. At lunch, Grace, Stephanie's best friend joins the new girlfriends; however, the power exchange between both women is shifted to Grace.

Chapter Four Mistress Grace and her two submissives Stephanie and Nikki go to dinner then to cavort at the Fetish and Dance Club co-owned by Charlotte and Issac.

You may want to read the first two chapters entitled Kinky Adventures, then the third chapter Kinky Day with Stephanie

Nikki or Jamie if you prefer, lead a double life. She is gainfully employed as Jamie, a male marketing executive in the airline industry. Jamie travels extensively for business. When Jamie, err Nikki travel, she packs her male business clothes alongside of her feminine attire.

Jamie has been dressing as a femme since her college years. A limited few of his colleagues know anything about his alter ego, Nikki. Nikki emerges, almost daily outside of Jamie's work responsibilities.

This story contains sexual activities and situations between consenting adults. All characters are above the age of 18. Most of her family and close friends, with the benefit of being able to comprehend and appreciate her exploits, are aware of and love her.

Any similarity to any individual, living or deceased, or any location, is purely coincidence and unintended. Jennifer Nicole is very cognizant of the importance of safe sex. She uses a highly effective preventive medication that reduces her and her partners' risks for disease.

So, then the life story of Nikki Madison's Kinky Adventures continues by adding another episode, at this point in her life's journey.

It's been a whirlwind day, and the night is just beginning. Stephanie unexpectantly showed up at my hotel room with her boss Brian. As Nikki, I readily agreed to spend the rest of the day and evening with Stephanie, we went to lunch, she introduced me to Grace, her bestie but their relationship is much more.

Grace and Stephanie are both stunningly gorgeous women. They have known each other since their college days. They live together on Capitol Hill, a neighborhood In Seattle. They are about the same age Nikki.

Over lunch, the power exchange between the two women was revealed. Grace is Stephanie's Dominant; a thrilling secret that coincides with my secret aspirations. I knew the evening with Stephanie would have an exhilarating sexual charm, but being a partner in a three-way exchange was even more stimulating.

Grace clearly set the ground rules for the evening. She invited me to join both her and Stephanie for dinner then a night out cavorting at the nearby Fetish and Dance Club. Grace reiterated that she was in complete control.

The afternoon, after lunch, was spent at Charlotte's Fetish Boutique. Charlotte is their close friend. All three of us are outfitted in stylish bodysuits for the evening. Stephanie and I are dressed in black latex, Grace in sheer black, red and green mesh. If I must say so myself, we are stunning.

One caveat, both Stephanie and I are wearing pearl chokers, with sequined leashes. By doing so, it will be clear to all at the Club that we are property and since Grace is on the other end of the leash we are Her property.

Their house was beautifully maintained. It's a three-story townhouse with a two-car garage. A walk up to the main floor, that has an open concept, kitchen, family, and dining, pantry, and powder room. On the main floor were two bedrooms. One appeared to be the primary with king sized bed and an on-suite. The other room's door was closed. Stephanie, who gave me the tour, said it was the playroom.

We proceeded to the second floor with a large alcove at the top of stairs set as a lounge, big screen tv, large comfy sofas and two desks with laptops. Off the lounge were two bedrooms.

I pointed to one of the rooms then asked, "Is that your room?"

She said, "Only if Grace has overnight company that doesn't include me." She smiled, then added, "But that is rare."

We dropped my bags in the other room. As I did, Stephanie mischievously smiled, "Don't worry you won't be sleeping there tonight!"

Stephanie helped me unpack a few things, then we proceeded downstairs to meet back with Grace, as she had used her cell to order us a rideshare to dinner.

Grace reminded both of us of the itinerary and rules, mostly for my benefit.

Dinner would be open conversation, three girls enjoying dinner together. No power exchange at the restaurant is expected. The Club opens at 9 PM, if there is a line, we will walk straight to the Doorman. We have a reserved lounge area inside.

We will wear our leashes when entering the Club. Should anyone, unknown to her, approach us, we would need her permission to speak. Private rooms tonight are consensual.

The rideshare driver was out front. He was an older gentleman driving an SUV. As we drove to the restaurant, he could barely keep his eyes on the road. He was peeking back through his rearview mirror at us the entire ride. He stopped at the curbside in front of the restaurant, quickly jumping out to help us out of the car. No rideshare driver does that.

Clearly staring at her meshed bobbies, he remarked to Grace, "If you need a ride after dinner, I can be available?"

Grace, looking at him square in the eyes, she pushed his chin up, saying, "If you ever want to see a girl's boobies close up, start by looking in her eyes!" She then grinned pushing a cash tip into his hand.

Grace then led the way into the restaurant, Stephanie, and I held hands as we walked through the door, wiggling our booties for the driver.

Dinner was exquisite. Cocktails to start. I enjoyed a Manhattan, Stephanie the restaurant's version of a Cosmos, and Grace a dirty martini. Local oysters, followed by salad, then of course salmon three separate ways, seared, citrus and cream sauce. We could not decide between an oak-aged Chardonnay, or Viognier, so we enjoyed both. We shared a glass of both wines with our cute waiter Noah. Noah is quite attentive. His body is trim, tall with a tight booty.

We had a good girls talk as well. The conversation with new friends and acquaintances always seems to center on Jamie becoming Nikki, how I balance the dual life, and if I ever want to transition full time. There was no difference tonight. This evening I learned more about the dynamics between Grace and Stephanie. They were besties yet each played a vital role in their Domme/submissive relationship.

As usual, Grace abruptly cutting to the chase so to speak, remarking, "Ladies it's time to finish up here. It's time for some mingling, dancing, and of course being ogled by others."

She paused intentionally, smiling mischievously at both of us, first at Stephanie, then directly at me, continuing, "Tonight is special, I get to show off two beautiful women, my life partner and my new sissy bitch. I am proud of you both."

In unison, both of us replied, "Thank you Mistress!"

Motioning to our waiter Noah for the check," Time to go Ladies!"

Stephanie used her cell to arrange for our rideshare. When booked, Stephanie, commented, "We have five minutes."

Grace handed the waiter her credit card, then, smirking she said, "Let's have some fun with Noah!" Removing from her purse, she pulled out our two sequined leashes, quickly clasping them to our chokers.

Noah returned promptly, stopping abruptly at the table. His facial expression showed a bit of shock at the sight of our dangling leashes. Noah stood motionless beside Grace, as she added the gratuity, signed the receipt, then inserted her business card in the tip folder.

Smiling directly at Noah, she remarked, "Noah, sweetie, if you want a similar experience as the Ladies, call me for an appointment!" She handed the tip folder back to the speechless Noah, he turned to leave, as Grace squeezed his booty, she added, "Noah it will be the time of your life!"

We all stood, Grace, grabbed Stepanie's leash, Stephanie clutched mine, and we strutted out single file, smiling. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see jaws drop, hear people gasp, and two gentlemen at the bar, clap as we exited to the street.

Our driver was stopped at curbside, holding the passenger side back door open, was grinning broadly, as we paraded down the steps directly into his back seat. We swiftly drove off.

We all started giggling, I remarked "That was quite an exit!"

Driving to the Fetish and Dance Club, I spoke up again, "Mistress Grace, I apologize for not asking you what you do for a living?"

She replied, "Nikki dear, I am social media consultant, influencer, marketing, public relations expert, and talent agent. Looking at Stephanie, "We are both quite fortunate!"

The ride to the Club was brief. We arrived before Nine and as expected, there was a line to get in. Being fashionably early was our agenda for tonight.

Climbing out of the car, we again strutted single file bypassing the kinksters in line directly to the front door. We could hear the whistles and cat calls as we passed the line. The Doorman, recognizing Grace, opened the rope, so we could enter. Inside the door, a lovely Asian woman, greeted us at reception.

She motioned to another Asian server, named Anna, who led us to our reserved spot in the lounge. Our spot was near the dance floor, but slightly isolated that gave us a semblance of privacy but was still very visible to onlookers. Afterall, we were also there to be seen.

Anna, our server, was beautiful, dressed in a black lacy corset with garters that pushed up her perky boobies. She wore black stockings adorned with glittery crystals. Her 3" red stilettos matched her red shimmery thong. Interestingly she wore her thong outside of the garter straps.

Anna kissed Grace's extended hand, speaking directly to Grace, "Good to see you again Mistress Grace. How may I serve you and your guests this evening?

Grace, smiling kissing her on her cheek, "Good to see you again Anna. Tonight, we will start with one of your Oregon sparkling wines. Please bring two bottles, and six glasses. I am sure others will join us."

Anna, then gave Stephanie, a peck on the cheek, then smiling directly at me. Stephanie interrupted, "Anna, this is Nikki, our house guest for the weekend."

Anna said, "Nice to meet you Miss Nikki, both you and Miss Stephanie look stunning this evening. If I can be of service in anyway, please just ask!"

As she was talking, she was eyeing me and Stephanie from head to toe. Indeed, we did look stunning in our black latex bodysuits. When she spotted my bulge in my tight suit, her smile became wider. She bowed slightly as she moved towards the bar to get our drink set ups.

I watched her walk away, admiring her round booty, I noticed a small light shining from her thong crease. Yes, she must be wearing a lighted anal plug. I wondered if it was remote controlled.

The buzz in the club, was picking up as it was now after Nine and the kinksters were flowing in. The Club began to fill up. Servers were darting back and forth, all adorned in similar outfits as Anna's, except they wore different colored thongs and matching heels. They too all had shining anal lights.

I also noticed a few male servers, who were also adorned in corsets and stockings except their corsets were pink and their thongs were black. Their heels were pink.

Looking around the Club, I was in awe. A warehouse appearance on the outside, transitioned into erotic ambiance on the inside. Two stages were located at opposite ends of the main room. One with the ability to enact BDSM scenes, another for entertainers or kinksters to pole dance.

A hardwood dance floor is situated in the middle, surrounded by strategically placed casual couch seating, a few tables, high and low top. A huge Mahogony bar is situated in the back.

I observed two hallways, that apparently lead to the unisex restrooms and perhaps private playrooms. A stairway on the right side leads to the second floor, with more lounge seating and tables. The DJ area is on the second floor overlooking the dance floor. The lighting system was perfect, enhanced by fog machines positioned in various locations throughout the club.

As I was enjoying the heightened buzz and atmosphere the Club continued to fill. The music was heating up, people began to surge to the dance floor. Those not dancing were milling around in conversation groups or seated at lounges or tables.

The kinksters; couples, males with females, females with females, men with men, twinks, TGirls like me, Doms and Dommes, submissives, and singles and small mixed groups, were all her at the Club tonight. Everyone was attired in their fetish outfits, too many to describe in detail. Let's just say, the outfits were dazzling. The Club was indeed a place to be seen.

Anna returned with our sparkling wine, six flutes and two chillers. She presented the bottle to Grace for approval, then she poured Grace, Stephanie, and me each a glass. She set the remaining flutes on the coffee table. We raised our glasses to toast each other. Mistress Garce sat in the large chair, then motioned for both of us to kneel in front of her. We obeyed immediately.

Anna handed a remote to Grace, who immediately tested it. We heard a buzz sound, Anna's crotch light lit a little brighter, followed by another buzz, Anna bent slightly obviously feeling the vibration from the inserted plug. Anna commented, "Ladies, if you need me just buzz!"

As she left, Anna gave both Stephanie and me a big smile of approval. After a few steps, we heard a quick buzz, lighting her crotch brighter once again. Grace simply grinned.

Grace, tugged gently on Stephanie's leash, quietly remarking, "Showtime!"

Stephanie smiled approvingly, then leaned in to kiss me on the neck. I moved closer, as she did, Stephanie moved her lips slowly around my neck, holding each soft kiss a little longer each time. Feeling the intensity of her lips on my naked skin, I closed my eyes. I moaned softly.

She moved her kisses up my neck, alternating soft kisses with the heat of her breath on my naked skin. I could feel my sissy clit pushing against my chastity. Stepanie then nibbled on the tender spot beneath my earlobe, stopping momentarily to whisper in my ear, "Nikki, everyone nearby is watching us. You are one sexy bitch!"

With her hot breath and soft kisses all I could do was whimper, followed by a few soft moans. I wanted her again and did not care who was watching.

Stephanie continued with soft kisses down my jawbone landing softly with her lips against mine. We held the kiss then Stephanie lightly pushed her tongue between my lips finding the tip of mine, gently teasing me by pulling her tip back.

She then repeated the tongue by grazing past the tip of my tongue, again pulling back. Once more she circled the tip of her tongue against mine then teasingly pulled back. Each time she teased me, I took deeper breaths.

I could feel the sexual tension heightening around us. Two women making out is always a major turn on, in public it's even better.

Stephanie, holding my head still in her hands, continued tonguing me. I reciprocated by running my tongue along the inside of her upper lip, then I pulled a quick lick under her top lip. My go to come-here maneuver. My hands rested on her hips just below her bodysuit's plunging neckline.

I moved my hands up her bare mid-drift, cupping her stunning braless globes. I heard soft murmurs coming from what was now a small crowd watching us. Momentarily breaking the kiss, it was my turn to whisper, "Stephanie, I want you!"

Stephanie stood us both up, grabbed my hand, leading us to the dance floor. "Later, girlfriend!"

The music was now a little softer, as we continued to kiss as we slow danced, to the music, I held her booty with both hands as we danced. Kissing Stephanie is so sensual, dancing close and slow was even more so. Caressing her tight booty, I could feel our bodies mesh as if we were the only ones on the dance floor.

When the music sped up, we continued to dance close, moving together to our own music; our bodies were so intertwined. Stephanie and I truly click. It's more than lust, we'll see. When the music changed again, we scurried back to be with Grace.

As we made our way quickly back to the two woman, men and women attempted to get our attention, or dance with us, hoping to be noticed by either of us or both for that matter. We scurried past them.

Sitting with Grace was Charlotte and kneeling beside her was Elizabeth. Grace motioned for us to kneel again in front of her. Before doing so, we both leaned in to kiss Charlotte on her cheek.

Charlotte was adorned in a black maxi length halter neck dress with high slits. Her generous breasts, that were slightly hidden at her boutique earlier were exposed on the sides. When she readjusted her legs, I caught a glimpse of her gorgeous cock. She was not wearing panties. Charlotte is indeed a stunning woman.

Elizabeth her sissy assistant was dressed in a sheer pink catsuit. Visible underneath she wore a sheer pink bra and pantie set. The bra barely encased her ample boobies, that she had also concealed at the boutique. On her sissy clit she wore a pink silicone chastity. It matched mine. Finally, I spotted a furry pink tail that was inserted in her booty. Elizabeth was indeed a sexy sissy tonight.

From to time, different kinksters would stop by to chat with Mistress Grace and Mistress Charlotte. Often, I was introduced but not to every person who stopped to chat.

Grace winked at Stephanie as she encouraged us to play, and kiss while their friends sat around to drink and chat. Charlotte readily granted Elizabeth permission to join us.

When she did Elizabeth snuggled in next to me. I was then nestled between two women vying for my attention. A great place to be.

Elizabeth began nibbling on my neck. Stephanie on my left, squeezed in closer, continuing to kiss me, gently taking my front lip between her front teeth, giving me a gentle tug, then letting go. Her kisses were so sensual. I was completely overwhelmed by the attention.

I could feel a hand caressing my sissy clit through my bodysuit. My clit became semi-aroused pushing against the confines of my chastity cage.

Then, Stephanie took things to the next level, by unzipping the front panel of my bodysuit, exposing my caged sissy clit. Using her fingers, she rubbed the tip of my cage, as I released pre-cum juices, she raised her fingers to my face inserting one finger into my mouth, so I could lick my own juices.

She then apparently inserted a second finger in Elizabeth's eager mouth, for her to lick her finger dry. Elizabeth's head immediately dropped to my crotch, running her tongue along the chastity shaft to slurp any remaining juices. The feeling of Elizabeth's mouth, lips and tongue on my caged clitty were sensual but in fact it was also pure torment.

I overheard Charlotte naughtily remark, "The girls are having fun now!"

I then heard a voice that I didn't recognize, comment, "Yes, they are. They also have the undivided attention of a few onlookers as well!"

Stepahanie continued tugging my lower lip then teasingly letting go snuggled closer pushing her upper body against my chest. The sexual tension between the three of us intensified.

The restrictions of my chastity cage were holding me back. I was on the edge shifting back and forth between pleasure and discomfort. I could also feel the pressure of my pink anal plug against my prostrate. I whimpered, holding back the screams of discomfort.

The base chastity ring was restricting any flow of juices by pushing and stretching my sissy balls and scrotum. The frustration and denial of a complete erection is leaving my head spinning. I was in a state of ecstasy. My breathing tightened.

Elizabeth then pushed against my plug that enabled the tip of plug to massage my prostrate. After a few moments that action quickly sent me into a complete full body orgasm. I screamed.

Stephanie pushed my face into her exposed breasts trying to muffle my screams. After a few flashes of pure bliss, she lifted my face to her lips, tilting my head slightly as she pushed her tongue aggressively into my mouth. We were both on our knees as we kissed and embraced.

Stephanie pushed back whispering, "Nikki that was so cool!"

Elizabeth continued to slurp my caged sissy clit, sucking any available juices. Elizabeth rose to her knees, clinching both of us, she first kissed Stephanie sharing my juices, then she kissed me pushing her tongue between my lips.

I came back to my senses, as I heard Grace leading the chorus of onlookers, who were excited and enjoyed our sensuous performance.

Grace stood, motioning towards me, saying, "Crawl to me Nikki!"

I immediately obeyed, crawling to nest at her feet, I looked up, "Yes, Mistress Grace!"

Grace staring directly into my eyes, "Nikki dear fully body orgasms are very special. I am pleased that you enjoyed your recent experience. Stephanie and Elizabeth, are exceptionally talented." Gesturing to Charlotte, "And Mistress Charlotte and I, both gave them permission to pleasure you! You are fortunate my dear."

I turned my head to smile at Stephanie and Elizabeth. Both playfully smiled back. Elizabeth rolled her wet tongue over her upper lip.

Grace abruptly placed her pointed finger on my chin, turning my head back towards her, "Pay attention little slut! You are truly my toy tonight so obey me."

I gulped, looking back into her eyes. I could feel the onlookers crowding closer around us. They were anticipating a little fun between us.

Grace continued, "Nikki as a reminder, you agreed to be my property for the weekend. I will determine when you will be allowed the pleasure of your next orgasm! Understood?"

I nodded yes.

Grace added, "I hear your tongue is very talented. We will see if that is true later. Stand Nikki!"

Grace unzips my bodysuit's front panel completely, not only exposing my caged sissy clit, but my pink anal plug. I was now fully exposed. She twirls me around in a manner, that every onlooker has a full view of the sissy bitch that I am.

Breathing heavily, I have been exposed publicly before but now I never felt more humiliated. I overheard more than one kinkster onlooker, saying that they never took me for anything else, but a sexy woman.

Grace, then unclasped my leash from my choker, quickly fastening the leash to my chastity cage. I took another deep breath. She has escalated my humiliation.

Grace gestures for Stephanie to approach us. When she arrives, Grace tilts her head to kiss Stephanie very passionately, then breaking her kiss, she stares at me, "I know the effect that Stephanie has on someone. She's captivating, but Nikki dear remember who she belongs to!" She just smiled.

They kiss passionately again. I just stood alone and watched. Charlotte interrupts, approaching the three of us with Elizabeth in tow, "Grace I must mingle with others, so sissy and I will catch up later!"

Elizabeth stood in front of me, speaking to Grace, "May I say goodbye Mistress Grace?"

She nodded affirmatively.

Tilting her head, Elizabeth gave me a wet kiss directly on my lips, as she reached with her left hand to squeeze my cage sissy clit, she then grabbed my left hand placing it gently on her caged sissy clit, remarking, "Perhaps one day girl friend Mistress Charlotte will let you experience my hard cock in your boi pussy!"

I squeezed her sissy clit through the sheer pink fabric, then leaned in to kiss her stunning globes, moaning, I stare straight into her blue eyes, I whispered, "Yes, Elizabeth we have unfinished business!"

Charlotte tugged on her leash, briskly walking her and Elizabeth away, through the onlookers. Walking away, Charlotte spoke, "Yes Nikki dear, we both want to share that lovely booty of yours."

I gasped, then remarking, "I do want both of you!"

Grace, smiling as they departed, handed my leash to Stephanie, adding, "Take your toy back to the dance floor Stephanie. Try to cool her off."

Stephanie slightly tugged my leash, led me to the middle of the dance floor. It wasn't crowded but others knew that she was holding a leash attached is my pink cage. The music was not slow, but Stephanie embraced me, pushing her full chest into mine, placing her hands on my neck behind my head. I could feel the leash's slight tug on my cage.

I placed both hands on her booty. We kissed as we danced. We whispered softly in each other's ears. I was concerned about the power exchange between the three of us. Thinking did I overstep any bounds?

Stephanie explained that "Grace is very protective of us. We are here to be seen, and Grace takes great pride that the other kinksters are aware that we are her property. I am proud to be her property!"

I smiled back, felling the same way.

Stephanie added, "Grace and I have a very special relationship. I know my role and I respect her role. No one will be able to come between us."

She smiled back at me, "When Brian and I discovered your secret, we talked about what we saw. On his way home from his rendezvous with you, he texted me. I told Grace about you. She simply said go and enjoy and bring you to her. So here are!"

While talking and dancing Stephanie will gently tug on my leash, reminding me that she was now in control. With each tug I whimpered a little, then softly asking "So what's in store for me tonight?"

Stephanie, getting my full attention, she softly blew air into my face, smiling, "We will leave soon. With our consent, we will service her as she wishes. The outcome will be pleasurable for all of us." She then stopped, leaning in to kiss me.

I took another deep breath.

She continued, "Tomorrow, Grace will encourage you to stay until Monday morning. If you agree, you will remain under her control until you depart. She may invite others to join us, or it will just be the three of us."

Stephanie added, "Nikki, I love your hot body. From the first time I met you at my office you have always intrigued me. I just didn't know the full story. I want you to extend your stay."

I squeezed her booty tighter, kissing her, I whispered, "I will stay!"

We resumed our slow dancing, holding each other close. We were oblivious to the others around us. As we kissed, the tighter we embraced. Without question I was in lust with Stephanie.

As we danced, Stephanie spotted a very handsome Black man talking with Grace, then said, "We need to get back to Grace!"

She grabbed my dangling leash, leading me back to our lounge spot.

Arriving at our reserved spot, Grace turning to the handsome Black man, next to her, then spoke, "Issac, let me introduce you to Nikki Madison. Nikki, this is Issac, he is Charlotte's partner."

I bowed, "Nice to meet you Mr. Issac!"

As he moved closer to me, he reached to hold my hand. He then leaned in to kiss my right cheek. Issac was tall, and firm. A very muscular man, dressed in black leather pants, and a black form fitting T shirt that displayed his massive chest.

He twirled me around so he could take in my entire body with his eyes.

Issac spoke in a very sensual voice, saying, "Charlotte has told me a great deal about you. You are indeed as beautiful as Charlotte described. I also hear you are a unique sex toy." Winking at Grace, as he squeezed my left booty cheek, "Hopefully Grace will share."

Grace grinning back at Issac, she smirked, "Perhaps, you may get your turn big fella!" She placed her hand on the obvious bulge in his pants, rubbing his crotch area up and down, exposing through his leather pants how large his cock was.

I simply stood there blushing, thinking I hope so. I could not take my eyes off his crotch.

Issac sat on one of the sofas, looking at Grace, for her permission, lightly tugged my leash, so I could sit on his lap. As I sat, I grinded my booty into his lap, feeling his large hard cock in his pants. He was indeed huge and now hard.

Tugging on my leash, Issac simply grinned at me, "That little one, could be yours one day!" He placed his huge hand on my exposed caged bulge, squeezing my sissy clit vigorously through chastity cage. I dripped into his hand.

He raised his hand to smell my juice, then placed his cupped hand at my mouth. I slurped my juice. I grinned back at Issac.

I heard Stephanie chuckle, but Grace laughingly interrupted, "Stephanie and I know you want your turn with our little sissy sex toy; however, I must remind Issac that she is my property first."

Grace beamed at me. "Nikki dear, we do want to share you with our dear friends. I know you will enjoy Issac's lovemaking. He will indeed rock your world. The sex would be superb, but your fine mouth and ass is all mine tonight!"

Hearing another little chuckle from Stephanie, Grace added, "And of course Stephanie's! From what she has told me, you are indeed worth the wait!"

Still sitting on Issac's lap, his cock became much firmer. Through his outer clothes, I could feel the warmth of his body. He was hot, I was hot.

Stephanie, sensing a tension change, stood, approached me. She glanced at Mistress Grace, to obtain her permission, then tugged on my sequined leash. "I have to pee, so come with me to the restroom." Off we went.

I could hear Issac roar in laughter, Grace joined in. Then, Grace spoke, "Hurry back girls!"

By the time we arrived at the first restroom, we were giggling, the door was unlocked so we pushed our way in through the door. Inside Stephanie leaned in to kiss me on the lips. I tilted my head to reciprocate. We held our kiss. I could feel Stephanie's hand caressing my right booty cheek, so I mischievously caressed her left booty cheek.

It seems like with every conversation we kiss first. I love kissing her.

She whispered in my ear, "I had to get you away from Issac. He wants your booty, and he seldom does not get what he wants. With your consent, Grace will allow it, but not tonight!"

I stared back at her inquisitively, "I was grinding my booty on his lap, his cock is huge. He exudes body heat. I want him!"

Stephanie stopped me, "And you will but you must pleasure Grace first! Remember you agreed to be her property! Like Issac, she always gets what she wants, and she wants you and to control you! "

Before I could answer, Stephanie kissed me again full on the lips. She gently pushed her tongue between my lips, exploring my mouth by twisting and turning her tongue with mine. She then whispered again, "I need you again too!" She then placed her hands on my booty, pulling me into her. We continued to kiss. I wanted her more than ever before. I reminded myself again of my commitment to Grace.

She then broke the embrace, saying, "I really need to pee!" She unzipped her latex crotch panel, entered a stall then sat down on the toilet.

While she peed, I paced around the room, thinking I do too now. I entered another stall, then sat to pee. From experience, you cannot pee standing up in chastity.

We both finished tidying up, we washed our hands. Stephanie said, "We should get back." She then tugged on my leash once again.

Arriving back at our lounge, Issac was still chatting with Grace. Charlotte and Elizabeth had rejoined Grace.

Issac seeing me again, laughingly saying, "Come here sissy!"

Instead, Stephanie took me directly to Grace. Once we stopped walking, Grace took the leash from Stephanie. She then grinned at Issac, "Issac, this sissy bitch is my property!"

Issac roared in laughter, "Ok Grace, but I want her another time." Charlotte was also amused, at Grace's comment but just giggled.

Charlotte, pulling on Issac's hand, "Grace, we must again mingle with other customers, let's try to talk before you and the girls leave. Perhaps, we can see each other tomorrow?"

Elizabeth walking behind Issac and Charlotte wiggled her booty.

Seeing Anna, arriving back to our area, Charlotte said, "Anna, bring Grace and her girls a fresh bottle of sparklingly wine."

Anna scampered off, bringing a chilled bottle back immediately. She popped the bottle, then poured three flutes. Grace gestured for her to pour a glass for herself. Bowing, she did so, saying, "Thank you Mistress Grace."

Taking her first sip, she noticed my exposed caged sissy clit for the first time. Swallowing her sip quickly, she giggled, "Miss Nikki, you are stunning in pink. Mistress Grace, may I touch?"

Grace nodded permission.

Gently squeezing the pink silicone shaft, she again commented, "I love your little secret, Miss Nikki!" Her hand lingered, as her fingers caressed the shaft. "Does it hurt Miss Nikki?"

I glanced at Stephanie, as she was saying, "Only when stimulated Anna!"

Anna seeing Stephanie's big smile, commented, "I would love the opportunity sometime!"

I could see that Grace was amused, hit Anna's remote, to brighten her light, remarking, "Anna please bring me our bill!"

Anna, remarked, "Mistress Charlotte said that your refreshments were on the house tonight, Mistress Grace."

Grace reached into her clutch removing a very generous tip for Anna. This is for you Anna, thank you. BTW you can caress Nikki's sissy cage until we are ready to leave."

Anna giggled, "Thank you Mistress Grace!" She did not remove her hand, instead she continued to caress me.

Grace laughingly looked at both Stephanie and me, "Ladies let's get ready our ride share will be in 10 minutes."

Anna helped me zip up my panels, tucking my caged clit back inside my body suit. She handed my leash to Grace, who reclasped my choker.

"Thank you again Anna, we would love to have you can play with us sometime too!" Grace kissed Anna on the cheek.

Anna then said, "It would be my pleasure Mistress Grace!"

Our ride share was waiting for us out front. Carlos, our driver, opened the rear passenger door for us. I slid across the bench seat, then Stephanie, then Grace. We drove off.

Carlos kept glancing in his rearview mirror back at us.

Grace tugged on Stephanie's pulling her towards her. They began to kiss each other full on the lips. Grace pushed her tongue between Stephanie's open lips. Their kisses were passionate.

I tried to embrace Stephanie. Grace sternly said, "Stop Nikki! Just watch!"

I was clearly being ignored by Grace. I understood the mind control being carried out by Mistress Grace

Grace and Stephanie kissed all the way to their townhouse. I was purposedly left out. I felt a little jealous.

Arriving at the front of townhouse Grace handed me money, "Tip the driver Nikki!"

I tried to slide the money over the seat to Carlos. Grace stopped me, saying sternly, "Nikki stand outside at Carlos' door. Thank him properly!"

I opened my passenger door, then his driver's door. I slid the money into his waiting hand.

Grace spoke again, "Nikki show Carlos your secret!"

I unzipped my bodysuit's front panel once again, exposing my pink caged sissy clit, saying, "Do you like Carlos?"

Carlos chuckled, "I would have never taken you for a sissy girl!"

Grace and Stephanie slid out the other side of the car. Grace speaking up, she said, "Hurry, Nikki you have services to perform. Thank you, Carlos."

He waited for us to get inside, then drove off.

Inside the door, Grace immediately stopped me. Opening the foyer's sideboard, drawer, she pulled out a ball gag, "Turn around Nikki."

She clasped the gag's strap in the back of my head, fitting the ball gag securely in my mouth. She simply said, "Perfect!"

She tugged on my leash. I hurriedly followed both women to their first-floor bedroom. Stephanie first removed her bodysuit, folding it neatly on a bedroom chair. She stood before us only in her red panties, red jeweled anal plug, leash, and heels.

Grace turns, asking us to unbutton her mesh catsuit. There must have been forty button loops down the back. When we finished, she wiggled out, leaving the catsuit on the floor. Stephanie picked it up, folding it, then placing it on the same chair.

She turned to me, except for her micro thong, she was naked. Her body is exquisite. Holding her magnificent boobies, she said, "Nikki you have wanted to touch them all day, you may now touch them!"

I reached out with my right hand, but Grace pulled both hands towards her boobies, allowing me to caress both gorgeous globes. I place my cupped directly on the underside of each breast. With the ball gag transfixed in my mouth, I was speechless. I tried to lean my head down to lick her nipples, then recognizing I had a ball gag in my mouth, backed off.

Grace winking said, "Nikki, you may kiss them later."

Stephanie appears at my back, helping me out of my bodysuit. When I stepped out, she picked up my suit, folding it skillfully placing it on the same chair. I stood there in my sissy cage, pink bra, pink jeweled anal plug, ball gag, choker, and dangling leash.

Grace tugged on my leash, leading me to the edge of their bed. She motioned me to sit, she then positioned my hands and arms behind my back. Stephanie appeared again at our side, clasping a pair of cuffs on each wrist. I was now helpless.

Grace then climbed into the middle of king-sized bed, leaning against the headboard, propping up her legs, she opened her legs wide, exposing her pussy. Without hesitation Stephanie immediately crawled to her, burying her head between Grace's awaiting thighs.

Stephanie began kissing her inner thighs, I could hear soft whimpers from Grace. She did speak up, addressing me, "Nikki just watch!"

I anxiously sat on the edge of the bed watching. I felt my sissy clit getting aroused again pushing the edges of the sissy cage. As I watched Stephanie pleasing Grace, my mouth began drooling around the edges of the ball gag. I was indeed helpless. Exactly the state of euphoria that Mistress Grace wanted. She was now controlling both my mind and body.

I could hear Grace's moans but really could not see over Stephanie's body. I could that her head was buried between Grace's legs. I could see that Grace was moving back and forth, turning, and twisting underneath Stephanie's body. Grace continued to whimper, then louder moans. From experience Stephanie's mouth and tongue are extraordinarily talented.

Grace's body begins to shake more, I hear a soft forced mumble from her, "Come closer Nikki!"

I scurried as best I could up to the head of the bed, I kneeled next to Stephanie. Grace's body tenses then shakes vigorously, her moans become louder, she screams "Oh Stephie! Oh, oh!"

She then gushes all over Stephie's face. Grace moans decrease slowly turning her moans, into calming deep breaths. Stephanie crawls up Grace's torso, planting a kiss directly on her lips. Grace whimpers, as Stephanie forces her tongue into Grace's mouth letting her taste her own juices. They embrace.

Realizing I am now beside them, they uncouple, then Stephanie unhooks my ball gag, letting it drop to the bed. She leans in to kiss me, instead I turn my mouth to lick Grace's juices off her cheeks. I then kiss Stephanie squarely on her lips. She moans as I do. We kissed again, then Stephanie urged me to reposition myself between Grace's legs.

I crawl back behind Stephanie, burying my face between Grace's raised legs, eagerly licking each inner thigh. I start slowly moving my tongue from side to side, then tightening my tongue, I move up and down. Grace begins to slowly whimper again.

Stephanie slides away, letting me pleasure Grace with my lips and tongue.

Sensing Grace's reaction through her soft whimpers, I feel her now shifting her lower torso into more intense body movements, she clearly loves a firm tongue moving up and down her legs. Gently I continue to move my face up to vagina pushing my tongue deeper. Her body begins to shake. My feel her hand, above my head, rubbing her clitoris.

Not able to use my hands, I pushed my tongue deeper between Grace's moist labia lips, I could feel her body continue to moan louder at the touch of my rotating firm tongue. I keep pushing my tongue from side to side, alternating with up and down strokes. Grace's whimpers become quicker in response.

Her juices are sweet, with deep breaths my nose absorbs the aroma. My face becomes wetter. She squeezes the side of my head with her thighs, as her body shakes more intensely. Her body tenses up as she screams, bellowing "Yes, Yes, yes!" She gushes all over my face this time.

I sense that she is still on the edge for more, so I push my tongue further inside her vagina, Grace's body shakes again. She squeezes the side of my head harder this time, shaking uncontrollably she screams, then collapses her legs down to the surface of the bed. Calming deep breaths take over her body.

Stephanie returning to the bedside, releases my wrists from the cuffs. I shook my arms from the restraints, I crawled up next to Grace. Stephanie joins us on the other side. The three of us cuddle. Exhausted, we fell asleep.

I woke with my mind racing. I do not know how long I was asleep. I soon realized where I was. I know I was laying next to two gorgeous women. I slowly slipped off the bed, trying not to wake Grace or Stephanie.

Making my way into the kitchen. I needed a glass of water. My day was a happy blur. Since I have been dressing femme, I was always horny. All I think about is sex and orgasms, and today I experienced everything and more. Today has been very pleasurable but a bit overwhelming.

Sitting alone, in a unfamiliar house, I was startled when Grace and Stephanie seemed to appear in front of me. They both reached out to grab a hand, almost in unison they said, "Come back to bed with us Nikki."

Back in their bedroom, Stephanie took a few moments to unlock my chastity, setting it aside, I crawled into bed between Grace and Stephanie. We exchanged soft kisses, Grace commented, "We have a big today tomorrow, let's get some sleep."

Pleasantly exhausted, I fell as asleep with two stunning women holding me.

To be continued ... Your comments and feedback are greatly appreciated.


Sunday, October 29, 2023

S.L - The Nasophiliac

 


 

Author's Note: This is a standalone story, that will feature lesbianism, light bondage, and a fetish for noses (yes, noses!). This is a smutty fantasy so please do not read if you want realism. All characters in this story are 18 or over.

This is part of the 'Sapphire Lane' universe which is a collection of various stories all set on Sapphire Lane, or at the nearby Ginerva Academy and Violet Liberal Arts College, each lesbian related but exploring different kinks. Each story is standalone but features cameos with characters from other stories, and potentially crossovers.

The Story

"Let me know if you guys need anything else." The waitress smiled, and left the group of girls with their steaming bowls of pho, and trays of garnishes including onions, bean sprouts, scallions, coriander leaves, and chili peppers.

"Maybe you could ask her for her number Eufrat... she did say to let her know if we needed anything..." Wei teased her friend. She was a petite girl of Chinese ethnicity, nineteen years old with sleek black hair, a slight tan, and a lithe body dressed in denim shorts and a tee.

"Oh shush, I keep telling you I'm happy being the single fifth wheel to you lot!" Eufrat, a brunette Czech girl, rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, the spare tire that's kept in the trunk!" Nora, a tomboyish girl of Chinese ethnicity and Wei's roommate, joked.

"Yeah, ready and waiting to replace you if you ever get a puncture!" Zariah laughed, and Nora pretended to be outraged while Eufrat blushed. Zariah was a slim Latina trans girl, who was dating Nora.

"If you're not going to ask for her number, maybe I will!" Wei said.

"Hey!" Maizie, Wei's girlfriend, injected. She was a eighteen year old white girl with platinum blonde hair and a cute body that was soft with a hint of plumpness in her butt and thighs.

"Of course we'd share her!" Wei laughed.

The five girls were students at Violet Liberal Arts College, an all-female institute of higher education, and all of them lived on campus which was nearby to the Vietnamese restaurant they were having dinner in.

"Did you two end up going to that photography exhibition? Was it called 'Beauty Exposed' or something?" Eufrat asked Nora and Zariah.

"Yeah, it was quite smutty!" Nora laughed.

"Don't listen to her, it was really good! It was all about body confidence issues in woman, and how they are caused by representation in media so was basically a collection of photographs that showed the erotic beauty in things that we are often made to feel are ugly... stuff like acne, stretch marks, scars, muffin top bellies, body hair, tiny breasts, dangling labia, eve's apples, that sort of thing. It was great to see these things reclaimed as beautiful..." Zariah explained.

"Sounds good, though I bet they could never make my nose look beautiful!" Maizie laughed. Her nose was long and aquiline.

"What's wrong with your nose?" Wei asked.

"What, besides the fact that it's huge?"

"It's not unattractive though..." Eufrat said.

"I wish it was smaller! The girls in my school used to call me Mandrill Maizie after we saw one on a trip to a zoo..."

Some of the girls couldn't help but giggle but they were all sympathetic, all agreeing that Maizie's nose was pretty, and definitely suited her face.

"Oh, by the way, Zariah's dormmate is out tonight so I'll be going back to her room..." Nora told Wei.

"Well, as my roommate shall be out, it seems you'll be coming back to my room tonight!" Wei winked at Maizie, who looked a little glum still about her nose, but smiled back.

****

After saying goodbye to Nora and Zariah as the Latina girl's dorm was in a different building, the three girls returned to the building where Wei and Eufrat's dorm rooms were. Eufrat, aware what the girlfriends probably wanted to do now that Nora had left the room she shared with Wei free for the evening, didn't want to be the third wheel holding up the pair's fun, so she said she was going to watch a movie, and headed up the corridor to her room.

Maizie smiled fondly at the cardboard sign that was taped to the door of Wei's room, as the girl unlocked it. It had the phrase "I'm a Chinese Lesbian! I don't eat dogs, I eat pussies!" painted on it in rainbow letters, and had been what Wei and Nora had carried at a recent Pride march through the city. Maizie as a white girl wasn't sure if she should find it funny, but she was always amused when she saw it, and it was evocative of her girlfriend's laconic sense of humour.

"I want to try something a bit different tonight..." Wei said as she led her girlfriend into her room.

"Yeah, what's that?" Maizie asked, intrigued as she knew her girlfriend had more of a kinkier imagination than she did.

"You'll see..." Wei grinned mischievously, then pulled the platinum blonde into a kiss. The kiss turned French, and Wei groped her girlfriend's breasts through her tee. Maizie responded by running her hands down the lithe girl's back, until she was squeezing Wei's tight little butt through her denim shorts. The kiss broke so Wei could pull off Maizie's tee, revealing her soft pert breasts in a sky blue bra, then she tugged off her own to expose her own tits in a lacey purple bra. Her breasts were tiny so didn't need the support of a bra, but she wore one to prevent the outlines of her nipples being visible through her tee, and also to just look sexy.

The girls resumed making out, with Wei slowly edging the white girl back towards her bed while she unzipped her skirt, letting it fall down around her girlfriend's feet to reveal the sky blue panties she was wearing. She pushed Maizie back onto the bed, going down with her so she was on top of the girl. Wei kissed the girl's sensitive neck before moving her lips down, tracing them over the girl's collarbone, before pushing her face into her warm cleavage. Maizie excitedly unclasped her bra and pulled it off, so Wei could kiss over her bare breasts, and lick her tongue around her pink areola before caressing her nipples which had hardened in arousal.

"Just a moment... I need to fetch something." Wei grinned, and climbed off the bed, going over to Nora's side of the room. As she moved away, she unbuttoned her denim shorts and seductively peeled them down her legs to expose her firm little ass, with Maizie appreciatively watching from the bed. She bent forwards to rummage through the bottom drawer of Nora's wardrobe, purposely showing off her butt to her watching girlfriend, before retrieving what she was looking for, and turned around holding a pair of handcuffs in each hand. They were metal but the manacles were lined with fluffy black fur for comfort, and belonged to Nora but Wei knew her roommate wouldn't mind her borrowing them.

"Wow, are these the surprise?" Maizie asked, wondering which one of them would be put in the handcuffs though, knowing her girlfriend, she expected it would probably be herself. Though she had never done any bondage before, she found the prospect of being cuffed by her girlfriend exciting... especially the things the Chinese girl might do to her when she was at her mercy.

"Not quite... but you'll soon find out. Now let's get you cuffed up!" Wei said, pouncing back on top of the girl. She cuffed the first manacle around the girl's wrist then tugged her arm up above her head, to clasp the other end of the handcuffs to the headboard. Maizie shivered in excitement at the click of the cuff when it closed around her wrist, and she felt the softness of the fluffy covering against her skin. Wei cuffed her other wrist to the headboard so both her arms were pulled up over her head, and the girl wiggled in her first bondage experience, finding the sensation of being bound to the bed, naked besides her panties, to be thrilling. She just wondered what Wei was planning to do with her now she was cuffed at the girl's mercy, and what the mysterious surprise was going to be...

"You've gotten me quite helpless!" Maizie giggled.

"Yeah, shame I don't have more to cuff your legs too... but think you'd be immobile enough when I'm on top of you!" Wei said, straddling her girlfriend, and kissing her again.

"So, what are you going to do to me now I'm at your mercy?"

"First I'm going to gag you as you're talking too much for a captive!" Wei said, grinning down at the girl mischievously before going to her drawers, where she found a scarf.

"Gag me? But how would I eat your pussy?" Maizie asked, wondering how else, with her arms bound, she would be getting the girl off. Wei didn't reply, but tied a knot in the scarf then pushed it into the girl's mouth. With the knotted middle of the scarf pushed between Maizie's teeth, Wei tied the scarf securely in place around the girl's head. She looked down at her girlfriend, pleased with the improvised knotted cleave gag she had made, and thinking how cute the girl looked with her lips parted and the scarf pulled tightly between her teeth.

Maizie tried to speak, but the gag muffled her voice into a mumble. She blushed a little, finding the feeling of being gagged provided a similar arousing thrill to having her hands cuffed to the headboard. Wei climbed back on top of Maizie, and kissed her forehead, then moved her lips down the side of the girl's face, kissing over her cheek, before she reached her gagged mouth. Wei kissed her girlfriend deeply despite the knotted scarf between her teeth, and Maizie awkwardly tried to return the kiss through her gag.

"I suspect you're still wondering what the surprise is? Well, I shan't be using your mouth anymore tonight... but another part of you." Wei told the gagged girl after the kiss broke. Maizie looked up at the petite girl, confused but intrigued what kinky thing she was planning. 'What part does she mean? Perhaps my breasts? Unless she has a fetish for feet I didn't know about...'

"Can you guess?"

Maizie shook her head, thinking it wasn't like she could respond even if she could guess.

"Your nose!" Wei said, playfully tapping the girl's nose with her finger, and laughed at her girlfriend's surprised expression. "Yes I know it's a little unusual... but I was sad you were a little down about your nose earlier so I want to change your mind with a bit of body appreciation! But seriously, try to give this a chance, but if you do get uncomfortable with anything then just vigorously shake your head and go 'nuh uh' through your gag and then we'll stop..."

Maizie nodded her head to show she understood the safety signal. She was a little bit embarrassed to have attention drawn to her large nose, and kind of wished she hadn't made her confession earlier. However, the girl knew she was in a safe space, and that her girlfriend would only be doing whatever she had planned because she thought it'd help.

'But what kind of sexual things can you possibly do with a nose?' She thought, intrigued.

Wei lovingly kissed the tip of the girl's nose then licked her tongue, slowly and wetly, up the middle of the groove between the girl's lip and nose, called the philtrum. The tip of the noirette's tongue continued over the platinum blonde's columella, which was the skin that separated her two nostrils, then up the length of the aquiline nose before finishing between the girl's eyebrows.

Having traced her tongue over the full length of her girlfriend's nose, Wei then began a series of quick little licks up the middle of Maizie's philtrum, each ending with the tip of her tongue flicking against one of the girl's nostrils, whilst she pushed her hand down the front of her purple panties, caressing her pussy.

Maizie thought how weird this was, and wasn't sure that Wei's strange form of therapy would help her body confidence but couldn't help finding having the unconventional body part worshipped weirdly fun, and she giggled through her gag each time the girl's tongue poked the entrance of her nostrils. However she was surprised to see that her girlfriend had her hand down the front of her panties, and was rubbing herself as she licked Maizie's philtrum. 'Is she really getting turned on by this?' Maizie thought, doubting her nose could actually be exciting Wei, though the girl's soft moans of arousal between her licks was certainly convincing. 'She probably is just turned on by having me cuffed and gagged...'

Maizie was distracted from her thoughts by the feel of Wei's wet tongue actually poking inside of her left nostril. "Eww..." The girl moaned through her cleave gag, surprised and a little grossed, but found it was quite a nice, if strange, sensation, and it certainly felt intimate to have her girlfriend's tongue penetrate an orifice it had never been inside of before! Wei's tongue moved to her other nostril, gently and wetly probing the small hole, and then began to alternate it between them, flicking across Maizie's columella each time.

Wei caressed her pussy more passionately while tonguing her girlfriend's nostrils, and despite the weirdness of the nose play, Maizie was becoming turned on as well, partly from the feel of the bondage, the Chinese girl's eagerness, and even the sensation of the tongue pushing inside her nostrils. The platinum blonde wished she could touch her pussy, but with her hands cuffed to the headboard and Wei's attention seemingly staying fixed on her nose, she had to satisfy herself by just rubbing her thighs together.

Wei put her parted lips around the girl's nose and began sucking on it, while sliding a couple of fingers into her pussy, fingering herself as she sucked. Maizie's eyes were wide in bemusement, but she was undoubtedly coming around to the sloppy worship of her nose; and she wriggled in her bondage, not to try and escape but to feel the cuffs binding her at Wei's mercy, and the weight of the Chinese girl's body on top of her.

"I'm so turned on but I'm not going to cum until your nose is inside my pussy! But first here's a taster!" Wei said as she withdrew her mouth, breathing heavily and leaving the girl's nose covered in her salvia. She pulled her hand out of her panties, and held the two wet fingers, that had been inside her pussy, against Maizie's nose. Maizie obediently inhaled, thinking about what her girlfriend had just said as the familiar musky sour scent of the Chinese girl's pussy filled her nostrils. 'Is Wei really going to get herself off with my nose! She's really taking this idea seriously!'

Maizie couldn't deny that the thought of having her nose, instead of tongue, buried in her girlfriend's pussy was strangely thrilling, and sniffed deeply to fill her nose with the smell of pussy lingering on the noirette's fingers. She moaned through the knotted cleave gag, wishing Wei would touch her pussy...

"Enjoying that? Just you wait until you get to smell it from the source! But this is another reason why you should love your nose, as without it you wouldn't be able to be intoxicated by my scent!"

Maizie thought how she would still be able to smell the girl's pussy even if she had a dainty little nose but was unable to express this point through the scarf stuffed between her teeth, so just nodded her head, as after all, her girlfriend was only trying to make her feel better about her large nose so why be argumentative about it...

Wei wiped her pussy juice around the platinum blonde's nostrils then pushed her fingers back into her panties, fingering herself before withdrawing them again freshly slick from her wet pussy. Again, she held the fingers under her girlfriend's nose but this time she pushed her own little nose against Maizie's, inhaling with the girl so they smelt the musky sour odour together.

"Smelling my pussy and knowing that the smell is filling your nostrils at the time is so hot!" Wei laughed, and rubbed her little nose against Maizie's aquiline nose as they both inhaled. Maizie enjoyed the intimacy of this, agreeing with the noirette that sharing the smell was very erotic, and also finding the rubbing nose kiss cutely romantic, however was anticipating when it would be Wei's pussy, not her nose, that was rubbing against her.

The Chinese girl pulled down her purple panties and kicked them off, revealing her clean shaven pussy with pink vulva framed by purplish-brown labia. She knelt over Maizie, so the girl's face was between her knees then lowered her pussy down, leaning back on her hands to support herself. The white girl watched her girlfriend's pussy descend on her, a familiar sight but this time she knew its destination was her nose rather than her mouth. Wei pushed her pussy against the girl's aquiline nose, which slide between her labia, and she began to slide herself backwards and forwards over the nose. Maizie felt the wet pussy rubbing over the bridge of her nose, and she inhaled to catch a stronger whiff of the girl's pussy than she had gotten from Wei's fingers. The tip of the platinum blonde's nose rubbed over the girl's vulva and then was pushed inside of her wet vagina, where the musky smell was even more pungent.

"Keep looking up at me! I want to see your beautiful eyes as I get off using your nose!" Wei panted, grinding herself over her bound lover's face, as she maintained eye contact with the girl. Maizie in response was nuzzling her nose against Wei's vagina, and the grinding and rubbing soon caused the petite girl to moan in pleasure.

"I want to feel you breathing in and out of your nostrils!" Wei panted in excitement, and Maizie with her nose pushed into her girlfriend's pussy, inhaled and exhaled through it deeply. Wei groaned, her pussy able to feel each deep breath her girlfriend made through her nose, with each exhale of air tickling her. Wei reached down to rub her clit while the white girl's nose nuzzled her vagina, with the smell and warmth of the girl's pussy arousing Maizie even further.

Wei closed her eyes as her climax approached, but Maizie's wide eyes still gazed up at the girl from between her legs. With a wail of pleasure, Wei orgasmed with Maizie's aquiline nose buried in her pussy, then rolled off of the girl's face onto the bed beside her. She passionately licked and sucked on the girl's nose slick with her pussy juice, with the platinum blonde in semi-disbelief that she had actually made her girlfriend cum using her nose. The licking grew slower and turned to tender kisses as Wei breathed heavily, recovering from her climax, then grinned down at her girlfriend.

"Wow that was crazily intense! I hope that made you as horny as it did me!"

Maizie, unable to respond through the gag, just nodded, and kicked her legs a little to show that now Wei had orgasmed, she wanted her turn.

"I'll see what I can do!" Wei grinned, and tugged down the girl's sky blue panties to reveal her bush of pubic hair, a darker colour than the hair on her head, and her pussy wet from arousal. "But we'll have to relate this somehow to your nose... I know!"

Wei licked her fingers then caressed them over the girl's pussy who moaned appreciatively, glad that her clit was finally getting some attention. She didn't care what Wei's next idea relating to her nose was, as long as the girl's fingers continued to rub her pussy. As she rubbed her fingers over the white girl's clit in a circular motion, Wei slide a couple of fingers of her other hand into the girl's pussy.

However instead of continuing to finger the girl's vagina, she pulled her fingers back out and held them up against Maizie's nose.

"Smell how wet you are from me cumming on your nose!" Wei said, and Maizie moaned from the fingers rubbing her clit, while the sour scent of her own pussy filled her nose. Wei didn't just hold her fingers against the girl's nose however, but began to rub the wet tips around the girl's nostrils then gently pushed them a little way inside.

Maizie felt weird to have the tips of the Chinese girl's small fingers, slick with her pussy juice, push inside of her nostrils, but found it was oddly arousing though this was perhaps just her clit talking. Her nose filled with a stronger smell of her pussy, and she felt the odd sensation of the inside of her nostrils being gently caressed by the girl's fingers.

 

"I just thought... its interesting how a nose can be both a phallic substitute as well as a yonic substitute!" Wei laughed, but Maizie was too distracted, by both the fingers firmly caressing her clit and the fingers filling her nostrils, to respond to such trains of thought. She moaned through the knotted scarf in her mouth, with the material having grown quite damp from absorbing the drool of her moans and muffled attempts at speech.

She tried to thrust her hips up against her girlfriend's fingers, desperate to increase the pressure against her clit, feeling her orgasm come near. She briefly thought how ludicrous it was to climax with fingers up her nose, but was now far too aroused to care. With a little scream, that was muffled by the scarf between her teeth, the girl orgasmed from the stimulation of her sensitive clit.

"I bet these aren't the two holes you would have thought you'd have penetrated as you cummed tonight!" Wei giggled, and licked the fingers she pulled out her girlfriend's nose, which still tasted of the girl's pussy. Maizie, dazed from her orgasm, just mumbled through her gag.

Wei freed the white girl from the handcuffs and knotted cleave gag, and fetched some aftercare lotion to massage the girl's wrists with before the two, satisfied by their bizarre but thrilling session of lovemaking, cuddled up on Wei's bed.

"I'm not sure I'm quite over the 'Mandrill Maizie' taunts, but that was certainly fun... weird for sure, but fun!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it as before you think I was being selfless..." Wei confessed. "Noses are actually a weird fetish of mine so I've been wanting to do something like that for ages but was always a little shy to confess it to you! If it were your ears or something you were down about then you probably wouldn't have gotten the same treatment..."

Maizie laughed, thinking she would've be more surprised if the girl didn't have a nose fetish after everything she had done. "What if I said I have body confidence issues about my pussy? Would that get the same attention as my nose did today?" She asked teasingly.

"Perhaps, though I may need to start charging if you're going to take advantage of me as your body confidence coach!"

Wednesday, September 27, 2023

Compersion


 

The ambiance of the suite was intoxicating. Soft, amber candlelight cast romantic shadows, and the faint scent of roses permeated the air. Jackie, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and affection, softly instructed, "Undress for me and lie on the bed."

As I obediently shed my clothes, the weight of anticipation pressed heavily on me, evident in my restrained arousal desperately pushing against its confines. Once I was entirely exposed, Jackie initiated her own tantalizing strip tease, pausing when only her lingerie remained. Slipping her panties down, she said with a playful smirk, "With Marcus away, I saw no need for shaving," as she unveiled herself in her natural, hairy splendor.

She then lay beside me, and I could feel her warm breath as her fingers delicately grazed my hairless thigh, eventually trailing up to my chastity device. Its design was such that my shaft seemed non-existent, with just the head of my penis visible, imprisoned behind a series of intricate bars. Suspended from the chain around her neck, the key shimmered in the dim light, swinging slightly as she leaned in to kiss me softly.

Lost in the intoxicating haze of her tender kisses descending my body, my mind was flooded with anticipation when her fingers finally ventured to the cage. As she began to unlock it, the combined sensations -- her warmth, her touch, the promise of release -- became unbearable. And then, to my astonishment and mortification, without any direct stimulation, it happened. My penis throbbed violently, each pulsation sending a jet of cum spurting out. The feeling was intense, a cascade of pleasure and relief, each spurt reinforcing the wave of emotions that had built up inside me over the evening.

Jackie's immediate reaction was an affectionate, hearty laugh. She gasped out, still chuckling, "Oh, Spencer! Your little guy couldn't handle the excitement, could he?"

Blushing intensely, I was momentarily lost for words, but the genuine warmth and amusement in her voice helped temper my embarrassment. The whirlwind of emotions was simply overwhelming.

Jackie leaned in close, her lips pressing gently against mine. "Don't worry, darling," she whispered sweetly, her breath warm against my skin. "We have all night."

She gracefully moved up, positioning herself to straddle my face. I was met with the intimate sight of her unshaven womanhood. The curly tendrils of her pubic hair framed the delicate folds of her labia, glistening slightly with arousal. The scent was deeply feminine, earthy, and musky, arousing me further, even after my recent release.

Feeling her lower onto my face, I began to trace the contours of her intimate area with my tongue, navigating through her dense, curly hair. The taste was salty and tangy, yet sweet. As I focused on pleasuring her, I couldn't help but become acutely aware of the wetness from my earlier ejaculation cooling against my skin, a slick reminder of my previous spontaneity.

The mix of my emotions was intense: servitude as I sought to pleasure her, combined with the subtle humiliation from earlier. Every sensation, every taste and touch, just heightened the connection and desire I felt for Jackie in that moment.

As Jackie swung her leg over to straddle my face, my eyes caught a glimpse of the Queen of Spades tattoo on her ass cheek. That small inked symbol was a powerful reminder: even as we shared this intimate moment on our anniversary, she held the power to cuckold me with black men whenever she desired. The weight of her body settled above me, and my nose pressed directly against her asshole. The raw, musky scent was intoxicating, fueling my arousal further. As her dampness met my lips, every touch, taste, and scent was amplified, a blend of our intimate evening and a testament to our unique bond.

Almost simultaneously, I felt her fingers delicately wrapping around my still-flaccid penis. The sight of it, when limp, was almost pitiful - a mere inch in length, dwarfed by just her fingers. However, as she began to take me into her mouth, the sensation combined with our current position caused a rush of arousal, and I began to harden swiftly.

In no time, I was fully erect, though this didn't present a challenge for Jackie. Even at my peak arousal, she could easily accommodate my entire length in her mouth. There was no strain in her eyes, no hint of her gag reflex being triggered. She seemed to relish this control, her tongue expertly swirling around the now taut length, which still fit so comfortably in her mouth.

My own attentions were divided between her mouth's ministrations and the sight and scent of her above me. Each time she shifted, my nose would press gently against her wrinkled hole surrounded by a few whispy pubes, the heady, musky scent of her serving as a potent aphrodisiac. This intimate act and our shared vulnerability only deepened our connection in that charged moment.

Jackie gracefully shifted her weight, positioning herself above me. My eyes locked onto hers, absorbing her intense gaze, which spoke a thousand words of love, passion, and teasing dominance. She grasped my erect penis, which pulsed eagerly in her delicate hand, guiding it to her entrance. I braced myself for the intimate sensation of her enveloping me, yet as she sank onto it, her inner warmth didn't grip every part of my slender erection as I remembered; there were spaces, gaps that remained untouched.

Given what Jackie had shared about her encounters with Marcus, it wasn't a complete surprise. Every thrust of his sizeable endowment had undeniably resized her, and the difference was tangible. My relatively small size felt almost lost inside her. There was an odd juxtaposition of emotions -- the humbling realization of my inadequacy mixed with the thrilling intimacy of our union.

But this realization didn't diminish the intimacy of the moment. Her rhythmic movements, combined with the visual feast of her body moving atop me and the weight of our shared history, intensified the experience. The sensation was more psychological than physical, and it was electrifying. A mere minute or two after entering her, the euphoria overwhelmed me. I could feel the familiar tension building up rapidly and then releasing as I ejaculated inside her. My chest heaved, and my vision blurred for a moment from the sheer intensity of the climax.

Jackie didn't miss a beat. With a playful smirk, she lifted herself off of me, leaving a trail of our combined essence along my torso. My heart still raced as she positioned her hips above my face, her recently vacated intimacy hovering just inches above my mouth. Her familiar yet uniquely intimate scent, now mixed with my own release, met my nostrils.

"Clean me," she whispered, her voice soft yet commanding.

Obediently, I extended my tongue, tasting the intimate cocktail of our passion. The humbling act was strangely satisfying, a testament to the depths of our trust and intimacy. Her musky flavor, tinged with my own saltiness, was a testament to our shared moment. It was a reminder of the complexities of our love -- a mix of dominance, submission, tenderness, and raw passion.

The night was far from over, and Jackie had no intention of letting me rest just yet. Whenever I thought my body had reached its limits, Jackie seemed determined to prove otherwise. She'd renew my arousal with her touch, her lips, her body, and her words, pushing me to a state of heightened sensitivity I hadn't thought possible.

She'd bring me to the edge with her mouth, taking my small size in fully, teasing the very tip with her tongue. The sensation was overwhelming, and I'd erupt, filling her mouth with whatever was left in me. Then, she'd climb up, pressing her lips against mine, sharing the intimate mix in a passionate cummy kiss. The feeling of reclaiming my release, the taste and texture mixed with her saliva, was humbling and erotically charged.

Afterward, she'd position herself above me, taking me in, riding me with a rhythm that heightened my arousal. I'd climax inside her, and almost immediately, she'd position her drenched twat over my face, commanding me to clean up. With each round, the sensation of release became more intense, yet paradoxically, the amount that came out of me grew less and less.

By the time the last orgasm rocked my body, the sensation was one of complete emptying. There was the unmistakable feeling of ejaculation, the spasms of my muscles, and the pulsating of my penis, yet, nothing more than a drop emerged. The sensation was surreal, a mixture of satisfaction, emptiness, and a deep ache that spread from my balls to my perineum.

Exhausted, Jackie and I collapsed into each other's arms. We were a sweaty, satisfied tangle of limbs and emotions. Without speaking, we both recognized the profound intimacy and trust that the night had encapsulated. As the adrenaline waned and exhaustion set in, we curled up together on top of the covers, her head resting on my chest, our fingers entwined. Sleep overcame us, the outside world forgotten in the cocoon of our shared experience.

──♠─♠♛♠Q♠♛♠─♠──

The soft hum of the shower grew louder as I slowly stirred awake, my eyes adjusting to the light filtering through the opulent curtains of our upscale hotel room. My initial grogginess quickly gave way to the discomfort of dried sperm on my face and all over my torso. An odd mixture of embarrassment and arousal gripped me. I felt the now all-too-familiar constriction around my penis, realizing that, once again, I was locked up.

Making my way into the lavish bathroom, the cool marble tiles sent a refreshing sensation up through my bare feet. The oversized shower, surrounded by a glass enclosure, was slightly fogged, and the chrome fittings gleamed in the light. I could make out Jackie's silhouette, water cascading over her body.

"Can I join you?" I tentatively asked.

Jackie peered out from behind the glass, her eyes twinkling. "Sure, but I have a task for you." The warm water enveloped me as I entered the shower. Jackie handed me a razor. "Shave me," she ordered, directing my gaze towards her unruly pubic hair, which trailed down between her thighs and around her asshole. As I carefully began the task, the sight of her so vulnerable yet so in control sent a surge of mixed emotions through me.

As I meticulously removed the last traces of hair, she broke the silence, "We're heading to Baker Beach today." The surprise in my eyes must have been evident, but she continued, "Pick up some sunscreen from the hotel store, and remember, you'll be walking with me, completely nude."

As the weight of her words settled, she pointed to her ass cheek, showcasing her 'Queen of Spades' tattoo, then down to my chastity device, "Everyone will see these and know, with just one glance, what you are."

A rush of anxiety and an inexplicable excitement flooded over me at the thought of being so exposed, our private life on display for all those strangers on the beach. It was going to be an unforgettable day.

──♠─♠♛♠Q♠♛♠─♠──

Walking hand-in-hand along the soft sands of Baker Beach, Jackie and I kept our eyes peeled for the clothing-optional section. The soft crash of waves, the distant laughter and chatter of beachgoers, and the gentle touch of the cool breeze painted the perfect backdrop to our adventurous day.

As we approached the clothing-optional area, the diversity of bodies, all basking under the California sun, came into view. I could feel my heart racing with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Stopping abruptly, Jackie turned to face me, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Alright, love, time to shed those clothes."

 

I was excited but nervous. With trembling hands, I began to undress, feeling the weight of a dozen curious eyes on me. Once I was fully nude, Jackie took the sunscreen from our bag, her fingers working it methodically into my back, then down my legs. Her touch was both reassuring and electrifying.

With every pass of sunscreen-covered hands on my skin, I glanced around, catching smirks and whispers from the onlookers. The feeling of exposure was nothing compared to the reaction my chastity cage received. Trying to shake off the embarrassment, I turned to Jackie, "I love you so much, you know that, right?"

Now in her bikini, Jackie laughed, "I know, darling." I looked at her, slightly puzzled, expecting her to disrobe fully as well. "Weren't you going to join me in the full beach experience?"

In response, she turned around, revealing her t-back bikini bottoms, which left her Queen of Spades tattoo on full display. Smiling cheekily, she remarked, "See, just like I said. Everyone will know."

Stuffing our discarded clothes into my backpack, we began our stroll, walking side by side. With each step, I could feel eyes on us, or more specifically on me. While I was the one fully exposed, Jackie, in her own way, was making just as bold a statement. The contrast between her being clothed and me being naked made the experience even more tantalizingly humiliating and intense. The day was turning out to be one of profound vulnerability and connection.

The sun beat down on the sands of Baker Beach, warming my exposed skin as Jackie and I continued our stroll. She seemed on a mission, her gaze scanning the crowd, searching for something specific. Each time her gaze would linger on a black man, I could feel the pulse of anticipation in my chest. I watched as she subtly assessed them, not only for their appearance but seemingly the size of their equipment. A few potential candidates had been dismissed with just a passing glance.

As we walked further, a man approached from the opposite direction. He was unlike any we had seen so far. Not particularly tall, standing at about 5'10", he had deep, dark skin that seemed to absorb the sunlight and a bald head that glistened with a sheen of sweat. But what captured my attention most was the size of his manhood. Even in its flaccid state, it was remarkably long and thick, moving with a hypnotic sway with each step he took. As we neared him, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of humiliation, contrasting his impressive size with my confined, pitiable nub.

Our paths converged, and as we passed each other, he deliberately slowed his pace, attempting to capture Jackie's attention. For a moment, Jackie feigned disinterest, but as we continued on, I sensed a shift in her demeanor. Unable to resist, I stole a glance back at the man, and to my surprise, Jackie did the same. The black adonis had paused, his smile evident even from a distance, his eyes locked onto Jackie's, then subtly dropping to the revealing QoS tattoo on her backside. With a gracious nod, he acknowledged the symbol, sending a rush of excitement through me.

Jackie hesitated, then flashed a shy smile, mouthing a silent "hello" across the distance. I felt a torrent of emotions: envy, excitement, humiliation, and even a strange sense of pride. The instant connection between them was undeniable, and I was a mere spectator, my mind racing at the possibilities of where this encounter could lead.

Seated on the expansive beach towels that we had spread out on the sand, the atmosphere was oddly relaxed and intimate, given the public setting. On my left, Jackie and the black man, whom we'd find out is named Terrence, were already engrossed in deep conversation, their newfound connection palpable. The sound of the waves crashing, coupled with the distant chatter of other beach-goers, created a unique backdrop to our peculiar setup.

As they talked, Jackie's slender fingers began to trace circles on Terrence's thigh, inching ever so closer to his now noticeable growing arousal. She closed her small hand around as much of his thickness as she could and slowly stroked him. The sight was overwhelmingly arousing and humiliating in its own right, but more than anything, a profound sense of pride was swelling within me. The realization that both Jackie and I were deriving pleasure in this way in such a public setting underlined our shared trust and deep understanding of each other's desires.

Passersby presented a myriad of reactions. There were the discreet observers who, under the guise of indifference, would steal quick glances in our direction, their curiosity evident. Others, perhaps more familiar or at ease with the beach's norms, would offer a knowing smile or nod, appreciating the dynamic at play.

But the group of younger women, likely in their early twenties, truly cemented the depth of my feelings. One of them caught sight of us and immediately tugged at her companions' arms, drawing their attention to our trio. They paused momentarily, their laughter ringing clear above the sound of the waves. I felt a rush of heat to my face, an acute awareness of our display, my caged state, and the humiliating contrast of Terrence's obvious endowment. Yet, even amidst that embarrassment, there was an undeniable thrill. It wasn't just about being seen but about embracing who we were, what Jackie desired, and my unconditional support for her pleasure.

My feelings weren't solely rooted in humiliation or embarrassment; they were more profound. As I watched my wife connect with another man so openly, I truly felt happiness in seeing her pleasure in recognizing her autonomy and desires. We were reshaping the traditional confines of our relationship, and in that moment, I felt more connected to her than ever before.

The atmosphere was thick with anticipation and desire in the opulent confines of the Fairmont suite. The luxurious drapes, plush carpet, and tasteful art on the walls seemed incongruous with the scene unfolding before me.

Jackie, still donning her bikini from our time at the beach, had now pulled the top aside, fully exposing her breasts. The delicate fabric of her bikini bottoms stretched taut over her hips, hinting at the secrets beneath. She knelt gracefully before Terrence, her hands deftly tugging down the waistband of his swimsuit. His massive manhood sprung free as it slid past his thighs and pooled around his ankles, drawing an appreciative and excited gasp from Jackie.

As she wrapped one hand around him, then another, I was taken aback by his sheer size. The contrast was stark. Even with both her hands stacked around his shaft, an impressive length still jutted out. She glanced at me with those familiar eyes, a playful yet reassuring smile on her lips, before leaning forward to envelop the remainder of Terrence's length with her mouth.

My heart raced, not just from the sight but also from the myriad emotions swirling within me. There was envy, of course, at the sheer size difference between Terrence and me. But more than that, there was an overwhelming sense of happiness. Watching Jackie, the woman I loved, revel in her desires and experiencing pleasure in ways I couldn't provide was strangely fulfilling. It was as though, by witnessing her happiness and satisfaction, a part of me was also fulfilled. The love I felt for her intensified, and I was proud of her for openly embracing her desires and grateful for the trust she placed in me to share this moment.

While my body remained seated on the suite's plush couch, my soul felt intertwined with the scene before me. Each of Jackie's moans and the appreciative grunts from Terrence resonated deeply, reminding me that love isn't confined to mere physical acts but extends to the very essence of seeing our partner truly happy and fulfilled.

The atmosphere in the suite thickened with a tangible sense of sensual tension. In this charged moment, Jackie's dominance and clear intentions shone brightly. Despite being a well-endowed man who might typically exude confidence in such situations, Terrence seemed a bit lost within this unique dynamic. But his evident attraction to Jackie and her audacity made him open to her direction.

"Terrence," Jackie started, her voice sultry and commanding, "this isn't merely about the act of sex. It's about intimacy, connection, and fully embracing every facet of our desires. Spencer here," she gestured toward me, "has journeyed with me every step of the way. For this experience to hold its true meaning, I need him to be an intimate part of it. I need him to introduce you to me."

Terrence's gaze bounced between Jackie and me, his brow furrowed in a mix of confusion and intrigue. "I've... I've been with couples before, but never..."

"That's because what we share is special," Jackie replied with a cheeky wink. "Trust me on this. Let go and enjoy. Just follow my lead."

Her eyes then met mine, her expression a mix of tenderness, playful mischief, and a hint of vulnerability. "Spencer, come closer and do what's required of you."

With hesitant steps, I approached the pair. Up close, Terrence's manhood seemed even more formidable. Its warmth, solid presence, and throbbing all seemed amplified, especially when contrasted against the mental image of my confined penis. The feel of its velvety skin, the weight of it in my hand, felt strange, yet there was an odd familiarity, echoing past experiences I've had in such scenarios.

I guided the swollen head of Terrence's member towards Jackie's glistening entrance, and her arousal coated my fingers. I slid it up and down, ensuring he was well-lubricated with her juicy anticipation. Positioning him at her opening, memories from the past flooded my senses -- moments laden with humiliation, submission, and feelings of inadequacy. But now, these feelings merged with a burgeoning sense of joy for Jackie. Here she was, on the verge of experiencing something that I could never offer, and I was the bridge to that union.

Slowly, I eased Terrence's shaft into Jackie. The sensation, the sheer reality of the moment, was unlike any other. A swell of emotions washed over me: deep-seated humiliation, overwhelming pride for facilitating their connection, and profound happiness for Jackie. Watching her face, her eyes fluttered shut as she took him in, every inch. The realization struck me that this act, as intense and complicated as it was, represented the depth of our love and the lengths we would go to ensure each other's happiness.

I took a step back, allowing Jackie and Terrence to connect in the way they naturally would. As they became engrossed in one another, a sudden urge overtook me to immortalize this intimate moment. Perhaps it was the surreal nature of the situation or the intensity of the emotions that surged through me, but I wanted to capture this raw, passionate encounter between them.

Clearing my throat, I timidly ventured, "Would...would you both be okay if I videoed this? For us?"

Terrence's rhythm momentarily faltered as he glanced over at me. After what felt like an eternity, he smirked, "I'm fine with it."

Jackie, her eyes half-lidded, and cheeks flushed with passion, murmured her consent in time with Terrence's deep thrusts. "Yes... Yes... Just be discreet, okay?"

With their blessing, I brought out my phone, its lens becoming the witness to their fiery union. The camera captured the sheer lust in their movements, the slick sheen of sweat on their bodies, and the intoxicating sounds of pleasure. Zooming in, I documented the intimate dance of their genitals, how Terrence stretched and filled her, and occasionally, the contrasting image of my encased, diminutive member below the screen's frame. I lingered on Jackie's face, capturing every moan, every shudder, and the sheer ecstasy she felt with Terrence.

An overwhelming compulsion to be part of their union gripped me, to touch, to feel, to become more involved than just a passive onlooker. With trepidation, I reached out to gently massage Terrence's heavy balls as he continued to thrust into Jackie.

Terrence let out a surprised grunt. "Jackie, your husband is... handling my balls."

Breathless and lost in pleasure, Jackie asked, "You okay with it?"

He hesitated for just a beat before murmuring, "Yeah... Yeah, I guess I am."

Emboldened, I lowered myself onto the bed, positioning my head directly below where Terrence penetrated Jackie. My tongue darted out, delicately licking Terrence's hanging nutsack, tasting their muskiness mixed with Jackie's distinct essence.

"He's... he's licking them now," Terrence whispered in a raspy voice.

Jackie arched her back, meeting Terrence's thrusts with more vigor, pulling him down for a passionate, deep kiss. "Let it happen," she gasped between moans.

Being so close, feeling the warmth of their combined bodies, and being involved in such an intimate act brought me a whirlwind of emotions. From humiliation to profound love, each sensation painted a complex tapestry of our shared experience.

Jackie's fingers dug into Terrence's shoulders, and she pushed gently, signaling him to switch positions. I quickly backed away to allow them the space they needed. The switch was fluid and seamless, and soon Jackie was on top, her body gracefully straddling Terrence. She took control, her hips grinding and moving in rhythm with Terrence's upward thrusts.

Drawn once more into their intimacy, I moved closer, positioning my head just below where their bodies connected. The sight before me was nothing short of mesmerizing. Jackie's tight entrance was stretched considerably by the girth of Terrence's cock, revealing the delicate, puckered rosette of her asshole just above. It seemed so vulnerable, a soft pink contrast to the tanned skin surrounding it. Every thrust from Terrence caused it to flex and twitch in response.

As my gaze traveled further down, the underside of Terrence's enormous member was equally fascinating. A prominent vein, almost like a thick pipeline, ran along the length, pulsating with every heartbeat. It spoke to the sheer power and vitality he possessed. His balls, sizable and hanging low, moved rhythmically with each thrust, creating an almost hypnotic motion.

Unable to resist, I leaned in, my tongue gingerly exploring Jackie's asshole, traveling from her perineum to the base of Terrence's shaft and then to his swinging balls. Their combined taste was heady, an intoxicating mix of sweat, arousal, and pure carnality.

Every slurp and lick sent a jolt of both humiliation and arousal through my body. The sounds of their moans, combined with the wet, slick noises of their lovemaking, created an erotic symphony that only heightened my own senses. Every texture, every taste, was imprinted deeply into my memory. The very idea that I was so intimately involved that I was tasting and experiencing their union in such a visceral way was both degrading and deeply connective. It was a testament to the profound love I felt for Jackie and the strange, compelling bond that was now forming between the three of us.

The connection between Jackie and Terrence was raw and powerful, their movements echoing a hunger only the two of them understood. I withdrew to give them room, and with a sense of purpose, Jackie repositioned herself on her hands and knees. Terrence's towering figure loomed behind her, casting a shadow as he aligned himself for their next act.

I began recording again, my phone capturing every moment, every gasp, every thrust. Terrence's muscular back glistened with sweat, and his fingers dug into Jackie's sides. She responded to his advances with urgency, her voice crescendoing with every push.

Through the lens, I caught Jackie's ecstasy building. Her cries grew sharper, more insistent until her entire body shook. She was experiencing an orgasm so intense, so profound, it made my own body quiver in empathetic delight. The mix of pride and elation I felt was intoxicating. My wife was reveling in pleasure, and I was here, not causing it, but a part of it.

Yet even in the throes of her climax, Terrence maintained his pace. Jackie's moans resonated with a blend of pleasure and anticipation with each thrust. Finally, she gasped out a command, her voice hoarse, "Lick me."

I quickly set my phone aside, understanding her command, and moved to align myself beneath Jackie in a 69 position. The vantage point provided an up-close view of their intimate connection, an intimacy so raw and detailed that it took my breath away. Jackie's flesh welcomed Terrence deeply, and I could feel the rhythm of their movements, almost as if it echoed through my own body.

Eagerly, I began, my tongue brushing against Jackie's swollen clit. The sensation was electrifying, heightened by the occasional unintended brush of my tongue against the underside of Terrence's shaft. Each thrust he delivered drove his length past my lips, forcing me to taste both of them together. Furthermore, the weighty drag of Terrence's balls moved across my face, a tactile reminder of their union, leaving a moist trail with each rhythmic push and pull. Every sensation and touch drew me deeper into their intimate dance, making me feel even more connected to the moment.

Terrence's thrusts intensified, and his breathing grew shallow and rapid. "Where should I cum?" he asked, voice laced with urgency. "In or on you?"

Jackie hesitated for a brief moment, the anticipation thick in the room. Then, in a voice dripping with authority and desire, she answered, "In his mouth."

Hearing Jackie's words, a familiar yet still overwhelming surge of emotions washed over me. There was no shock this time, only a resurgence of the complex feelings I'd experienced before: submission, vulnerability, and a strange sort of pride.

The act wasn't new to me, but the player was. Terrence's dominance and his sheer size added layers to my anticipation. How would he compare to the others? Would he be rough or treat me with the same measured sensuality he had shown Jackie? The challenge wasn't the act itself but the emotional context -- the intertwining of love, lust, and our tangled web of relationships.

I considered the depth of my commitment to Jackie and our shared journey. Every step had been a discovery, a new layer of connection and intimacy. This was another challenge, another step into the abyss of our desires. My commitment to our shared adventure, the desire to see her pleased and to be a part of that pleasure, outweighed any reservations. The idea of taking Terrence in my mouth, tasting him, and solidifying my place in this trinity of pleasure sent a thrill down my spine. I was ready.

Terrence grunted in acknowledgment, his thrusts growing more frenzied. And then, with little warning, he began to withdraw, misjudging his timing slightly. His cock, pulsating with urgency, started to release its load just as he aimed it down. The first spurt landed along my cheek and chin, hot and unexpected. But within a heartbeat, his thick head found my mouth.

The sensation was almost overwhelming. The velvety texture of his head, the pulsating rhythm as he released inside my mouth, each spurt hotter and saltier than the last. My senses were flooded with the taste, the warmth, the sheer intensity of the act. It felt like time slowed, each heartbeat echoing the throbbing of Terrence's release.

And then, as suddenly as it began, Terrence pulled away. Still panting, Jackie lowered her soaked opening onto my face, letting me taste the mix of her arousal and the remnants of Terrence's climax. I drank in the taste, overwhelmed by the intimacy and rawness of the moment.

Terrence, spent and satisfied, headed to the shower. Jackie nestled into my side, her fingers lightly caressing my cheek. "You're amazing," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I am so in love with you."

 

Prologue: A Journey of Ten Years

Over the years, Jackie and Spencer's unconventional journey into the realms of passion, power dynamics, and intimacy transformed them. Their path, once stumbled upon, became the mainstay of their relationship. It was a choice and an exploration that both of them undertook willingly. While many couples might see challenges in what they explored, Jackie and Spencer discovered profound growth. Their connection deepened, not despite their adventures, but because of them.

It was Spencer who had initially proposed the idea that Jackie become exclusively involved with Black men, or "Black Only." It was an idea she embraced, and from that moment, no white man, including Spencer, was granted the privilege of intimacy with her. This decision, rather than creating distance, brought them closer, tightening their bond in an unexpected way.

Friendships evolved over the years. Greg and Nancy, once lost in the chaos of budding desires, re-entered their lives. The couples renewed their bond of friendship, sharing vacations, stories, and adventures, though the dynamics had shifted permanently. Greg, who had once been a pivotal part of Jackie's journey, never again shared a bed with her.

Marcus, who had been such an essential chapter in their lives, drifted away. Relationships, like tides, have their ebb and flow, and while Marcus and Jackie shared incredible moments, their relationship had run its course. However, Terrence became a permanent fixture in their lives. With his dominant presence, he played a significant role in their explorations. It wasn't just Jackie who felt his influence; Spencer, too, found himself drawn into Terrence's orbit. Regularly, he would submit to both Terrence and Jackie, sometimes finding himself on the receiving end of their desires.

With each passing year, Jackie and Spencer's bond solidified. There was an understanding, a mutual respect, and a shared thrill in their adventures. By the time their tenth anniversary arrived, the early days of their traditional relationship seemed a distant memory, overshadowed by the intense connection they now shared. They had carved a unique path for themselves, and it was evident neither would ever consider changing their course. Through trials, explorations, and moments of deep connection, Jackie and Spencer built a love story rooted in trust, adventure, and an unbreakable bond.

──♠─♠♛♠Q♠♛♠─♠──

Sunday, August 20, 2023

Hot Springs Fun For My Girl

 


 

 

 

 

Giah and I had been dating for eight months. She is the woman of my dreams. Giah is super hot, 5' 4", fit but curvy with firm B cup breasts with large nipples, with long red hair and green eyes. More importantly, we had a lot in common and just connected on a day to day level.

But more important than her looks, or even our day to day compatibility, we were very compatible sexually. In our case that's much more important than you might think - neither of us were exactly monogamous by nature, and both of us were pretty kinky. We had an open relationship - we were both free to fuck other people, and we both took advantage of that freedom. The only rule was complete honesty.

With summer coming, we decided to take our first real vacation together. We are both trail runners, and we decided to take a two week hiking and running vacation in the Colorado mountains.

We spent the first week trail running every day in the San Juan mountain range in southwestern Colorado. While generally getting to bed early every evening so we could get an early start on the trail the next morning, we still found time for plenty of sex when we got back to our hotels. Not to mention one afternoon when we brought a blanket and fucked among the wildflowers in Putnam Basin high above Silverton, CO. A remote area that doesn't see many people during the week, though we would not have minded an audience.

After a week of running in the mountains, we took a couple of days break at a clothing optional hot springs in a tourist town at the foot of the mountains. People familiar with southwestern Colorado will know where this place is. This wasn't a spur of the moment decision; we had booked a cabin at the resort weeks ago, knowing that the cabins would have been full if we had waited.

I should mention that one fantasy that Giah had shared with me was to participate in a gangbang. Up until now, the most partners that she had at one time was two. I had participated in one of those threesomes, as I and one of her exes double teamed her, and she had shared with me the details of a couple of other such instances that had occurred before we met. We hadn't discussed making this a reality, and it didn't occur to me that this might be an opportunity to make it happen. However, unknown to me, it HAD occurred to Giah.

We checked in, left our bags in the cabin, and headed to the pools at about 4 pm. We both stripped down. Most of the guests were similarly naked, though a few modestly wore bathing suits. We spent several hours in the various pools, taking breaks to cool down, and once briefly back to our cabin for a light dinner. Giah was getting plenty of glances from men (and a few women) in the pools. During the late afternoon and early evening there wasn't much sexual behavior; it was technically against the rules.

However, at 9 pm the pools closed to day customers and remained open to people who were staying in one of the cabins or camp sites. We knew from what we had read online that it got a little more ... uninhibited ... after 9. We looked for a pool that didn't have anyone else in it and waded in. We started kissing; I rubbed my cock between her legs. My hands were rubbing her glorious ass. After making out for a few minutes, she reached down and put my cock inside her hungry pussy.

"Oh, God, fuck me, I love your cock so much. Harder, faster." I complied, kissing her as I drove my cock inside her, deep and hard. "I'm going to fucking cum, harder, faster" she said. Soon she was cumming on my cock, and I was filling her with my seed.

At that point, we noticed that there were two men at the edge of the pool watching us. We looked over at them, and Giah said, "Sorry guys, there weren't any people here when we got started. We didn't expect an audience."

One of the men said, "No problem at all, it was very hot. I'm Dave and this is Henry." Dave was tall and well built with long dirty blond hair. Both were naked; Dave's cock, semi-hard, presumably from watching us, was quite impressive, seven inches even though he wasn't fully erect.

"Nice to meet you," my sexy girlfriend told the two men. They weren't being very subtle looking at her small but firm breasts - her nipples were erect and very prominent - but then she wasn't hiding her interest in their equipment either, Dave's especially. "I'm glad we could entertain you." She looked at his hardening cock and smiled, "you definitely seem to like what you saw."

Dave responded, "for sure. Watching the two of you fuck was very hot."

We continued to chat; Giah was flirting overtly. She kept glancing at me, smiling, and squeezing my hand under the water.

Finally Dave said, "It was great meeting you guys, but we need to get going - we're meeting with four friends in our cabin to celebrate Henry's last days of freedom before he gets married." Almost as an afterthought, he said, "Hey, would you guys like to come?"

Giah looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes. I nodded. She said, "Sure, what's your cabin number?" They told her, and she said, "We'll be along shortly - we're just going to stop by our cabin first."

We went back to our cabin. Giah said, "Are you sure that you're okay with this sweetie?"

I replied, "Yes, absolutely."

"You do realize that I'm probably going to fuck at least a couple of them, maybe all six?"

"Yes, dear - I think it's super hot."

We kissed, then left our cabin and headed for Dave's.

We knocked on the door. Dave answered; he let us in. Giah was only wearing a short robe. Dave introduced us, "Hey guys, this is Bill and his sexy girlfriend Giah. We met them in one of the pools - they were having a very intimate encounter."

Giah laughed, "well we didn't know we had an audience - and I was a bit distracted - Bill was fucking me really good."

Dave got us drinks; we sat in the bed and got to know our new friends a little better. All eyes were on my sexy girlfriend. One of the guys, Jim, was quite forward: "hey Giah, Dave and Henry got to see the goods earlier; what about showing the rest of us?"

Dave said, "ah, come on man, don't be rude, she's not on display for you." But Giah laughed, and said "it's okay, it's only fair." She took off her robe, twirled around, and then sat back down on the bed. There were wolf whistles and comments about how hot she looked. She said "thanks guys," and the conversation resumed.

Jim, not the most socially skilled guy in the group, commented again, looking at her abundant untrimmed bush, "well I see that the carpet matches the drapes."

Dave again apologized for him, "sorry Giah, Jim doesn't think sometimes before he speaks."

But Giah laughed, and said, "that's okay. I know I'm not shaved like most girls are these days, but Bill likes it that way. And so do I. And you know what they say about redheads."

I got into a conversation with one of the guys, John, talking about our trail running "exploits" the previous week, recommending good trails / climbs in the area. I wasn't paying attention to what was going on with Giah and the other five guys, other than to notice that they were all sitting near her & having an animated conversation.

After a while, Giah got up and came over to me, "Dave asked me to give Henry a blow job - 'one last blow job before his wedding,' is how he put it. I want to do it. Are you sure you're okay with it?"

"Of course sweetie."

"You know that I'm going to fuck him too, right?'

I kissed her, "I know. And I'm getting hard just thinking about it."

Henry was sitting on one of the beds. Giah danced over to him. She kissed him lightly on the lips. He was wearing shorts and a tee shirt. "No fair," she said. "You're dressed and I'm naked. Take your clothes off. He did so. She grabbed his cock, which was already erect. She knelt on the floor and took his cock into her mouth.

GIah is an expert cock sucker, and she gave Henry the full treatment. Licking, sucking, playing with his balls, sucking on his balls while she stroked him. Soon he was moaning, and I think Giah sensed that he was close to cumming. As much as Giah loves a load of cum in her mouth, she clearly had other plans. She stopped sucking him and stood up. "Do you want to put that cock in me sweetie?" she asked him. He nodded yes.

She lowered herself onto his cock. At first she just sat there, impaled on his member. Slowly she started moving, raising and lowering herself on his cock. She kissed him hungrily. She started moaning, moving faster up and down on his cock. "How does my pussy feel on your cock sweetie?"

He answered, "amazing." He started sucking on her nipples as she fucked him.

She was clearly very turned on. She turned to me, and said, "do you like this baby? Do you like me riding his hard cock? Do you want me to let him cum in my slutty pussy?" I nodded yes.

She went back to kissing him and riding his cock. "Oh God, I'm going to cum," she said. "Oh, fuck, fuck, yes, I'm cumming."

She kept riding him. Soon after, he exploded into her pussy, filling her with his cum.

It didn't take long for things to escalate. Dave pulled Giah off of Henry, and carried her to the other bed. He turned to me, "Are you okay with this man?"

I responded, "Absolutely man, but don't ask me - ask her." He looked at her, and she nodded and opened her legs. Dave took that as the invitation that it was and put his hard cock in her used, cum filled pussy. He was soon pumping away.

At the same time, the other men gathered around. As she was being fucked, Giah grabbed Jim's cock and started giving him a hand job. Another of the guys, Josh, had his cock out and was pushing it in her face. Soon she was sucking him as well. The other guys had their hands all over her, massaging her breasts & touching her all over. I sat in a chair and watched, with a huge hard on tenting my shorts.

Giah is very orgasmic - unlike some of my exes, she could orgasm from vaginal intercourse alone - and once she got going, it was often one orgasm after another. That was the case here. Between the hands on her body, the cock in her pussy, and the cock in her mouth, she was incredibly turned on. Soon she was cumming again on Dave's cock. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me hard, God your cock is so good, fill my slutty pussy up with your cum." Dave soon did just that, exploding into her hungry womb as she came once again.

"Come on boys, who's next, who wants to fuck my sloppy pussy?" They all took turns after that, one after the other. As one guy fucked her, another would be in her mouth, and everyone else had their hands all over her. She came time after time.

After all six of them had fucked her and filled her with their spunk, she said, "okay, guys, that was wonderful, but I need to get some sleep. But first, Henry, if you're "up" for it (she giggled), as the groom to be, how about one last fuck?" He came over to her on the bed; she took him in her mouth and sucked him hard. She then turned to me, "honey come here and kiss me while he fucks me." I obeyed. As Henry climbed on top of my girl and entered her used, cum filled pussy, I kissed her. She broke the kiss briefly, and said, "He's fucking me so good honey. Can you taste all those cocks on my breath? Do you like to see your girl whore herself out to a room full of guys?" I nodded yes, kissed her again, and we made out while Henry fucked her. Finally he exploded inside her, filling her with her final load of the night.

"Okay fellas, thank you for a wonderful night, but it's time for us to go." She put on her robe, kissed each of them goodbye, and we left the cabin

We walked back to the cabin hand in hand. "Honey, thank you so much for letting me fulfill my fantasy. I feel so nasty right now; there's cum pouring out of my pussy."

When we got back to the cabin, I stripped and we went right to bed. I spooned her from behind. I felt between her legs; she was a mess, her own juices and seven loads of cum - well, eight, actually, including mine from earlier - practically gushing out of her. I stroked her back and belly and breasts. My cock was hard against her. She said, "honey, that feels so nice, but I hope you don't mind if we wait until tomorrow to have sex again ... I am very sore."

I told her that I didn't mind. After all, I had cum inside her earlier that evening. But I continued to hold her and we kissed. She whispered, "at least let me get you off with my hand." While she gave me one of her expert hand jobs, she told me just how much she loved being a slut for me. "Oh, honey, their cocks felt so good in me, I came so many times, thank you, thank you. I want to do it again and again." I exploded in her hand, spurt after spurt. Soon we fell asleep in each other's arms.

Thursday, July 20, 2023

Mrs. Goldstein's Addiction

 

 

 


 

 

I thought Mrs. Goldstein hated me.

I couldn't think of a reason why she would hate me, but that was the only way I could explain how she acted.

The Goldsteins lived a few houses from ours on our street. Our families weren't especially close, but we always said hello in passing and socialized with them at neighborhood cookouts and parties. My parents and the Goldsteins had once found themselves on the same Caribbean cruise and enjoyed each others' company.

My awareness of the Goldsteins was centered on their daughter Hannah. She was a year ahead of me in school and the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. She was tall with raven black hair, flawless white skin, dark eyes and a smile that made me melt the few times it was turned in my direction.

But everything changed for the Goldsteins when Mr. Goldstein died after a brief illness leaving his wife a widow at 40. Then Hannah went off to college a few months later. That left Mrs. Goldstein alone in their big house with their golden lab Chester. My mother felt badly for Mrs. Goldstein and began inviting her to our house for morning coffee, afternoon drinks, or casual dinners. She also volunteered my services to walk Chester when needed, and sent me over weekly to mow the lawn.

Although she treated me normally at first I began to notice odd behaviors from Mrs. Goldstein. When I mowed her lawn she wouldn't greet me, but at some point would leave a glass of iced tea on her front steps before disappearing inside. There was always a 20 dollar bill under the tea, but none of the 'How are you, how's school?' conversation I usually got from my parents' friends. Sometimes I saw her peek at me from behind her curtains.

When she needed me to walk Chester she would arrange it through my Mom and leave her front door key under the welcome mat. A 10 dollar bill would be under Chester's leash. Stranger still, if I ran into Mrs. Goldstein at the grocery store or gas station she avoided looking at me and responded to my greetings with one-word replies before hurrying away.

I mentioned her odd behavior to my mother who guessed that Mrs. Goldstein was struggling emotionally with the sudden dissolution of her family.

Then my parents threw me a combined 18th birthday and graduation party before leaving on a two-week cruise. I was on my own with the usual stern warning of "NO PARTIES!" But it would have been hard to arrange a party anyway since my friends had scattered after graduation to various internships, summer classes, jobs and vacations.

So I was surprised early one June morning when the doorbell rang and I found Mrs. Goldstein on our porch bearing a plate of cookies. I invited her in and she came, seeming shy. For once she made the kind of meaningless adult-to-grown-kid conversation she had avoided for months. But she still didn't look me in the eyes.

She said, "These cookies are to thank you for all the help you've given me since..." and she looked sad for a moment, then brightly "Where are your parents cruising this time?"

"The rivers of Europe, I think. They left a brochure and contact stuff in the kitchen."

"Oh, that sounds wonderful," she said, standing there, seeming unsure of what to do with her hands once I took the plate of cookies. I noticed that, strangely for 8 a.m., she was wearing a short tennis skirt and a pretty blouse of some thin material through which I could see a lacy, purple bra.

We made strained small talk for a few more minutes before an uncomfortable silence fell. I noticed Mrs. Goldstein's long dark hair was glossy clean and gathered somehow at the back of her head before cascading to her waist.

Studying her in the awkward silence I noticed the features she shared with Hannah... a long, oval face, beautiful brown eyes with long lashes and a wide mouth with dark, full lips. She had some fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but otherwise her skin was smooth and clear.

I expected her to excuse herself and leave, but instead I grew uneasy when I saw tears standing in her eyes and a look of deep distress on her face. She reached towards me and took my hands in hers.

"I'm so, SO sorry Chris, but I've been struggling for months and I finally have to confess to you!"

I waited in confusion while she stared intently into my eyes.

"Chris... I'm an addict!"

"I... what?"

"I'm an addict, or an obsessive, or I'm not sure what. Maybe a fetish. Fetishist?"

"That's okay, I guess, Mrs. Goldstein, uh, maybe there's treatment?"

"Call me Naomi," she insisted.

"Okay Naomi, mmm, you said an obsession?"

"Whatever you call something you have to have. You HAVE to HAVE!" she said urgently, squeezing my hands. "Something you think about day and night until you feel you're going crazy. You'll die if you don't get it. And I AM going crazy!"

"I don't think I can help you Mrs.... uh Naomi."

"That's it, Chris, you CAN help me. You're the only one I know who can. Anyone else could destroy me!"

I was completely confused, thinking Mrs. Goldstein had somehow gotten addicted to cocaine or heroin and had come to exactly the wrong person for help. Then she dropped the bomb.

"Chris, I'm addicted to sperm. I've struggled with this for months and I know it's sick, but I have to have it by the mouthful, fresh and warm! And you can help me! I can suck sperm from your hard, young dick and I won't be breaking the law or ruining a marriage!"

I was speechless, literally speechless, I had an idea of what she wanted, but my mind couldn't grasp the reality. She acted before I could recover.

Mrs. Goldstein dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor and pulled my shorts to my ankles in one quick motion. My dick, half erect as usual, popped into the open air and two seconds later it was deep in her mouth... her warm, wet, eagerly sucking mouth. I froze. I knew it was wrong, but I was unable to pull myself away from the heavenly sensations that brought my dick to full, hard erection in seconds.

My hands somehow cradled her head and I uttered a long, involuntary groan of pleasure that could have been heard out on the street.

I had often fantasized about having my dick sucked, but the reality was far beyond my most heated imaginings. Mrs. Goldstein sucked me deep into her mouth until my dick hit the back of her throat. She swirled her tongue around my swollen head occasionally flicking the tip of her tongue against the sensitive opening where my sperm would soon come bursting out.

"Mrs. Goldstein!" I managed to blurt out, "I don't think you... we... " and that was all I could say before another wave of hot, intense pleasure flashed from the head of my dick throughout my body.

It didn't take long.

Since my parents left I had spent the nights gaming until late, then falling quickly asleep. So my balls were full. Each long stroke of her mouth from the base of my cock to the tip felt like it lasted an hour, but it was only a few seconds. Less than a dozen such strokes was all it took before I uttered another guttural groan and my swollen dick was jerking and spewing in Mrs. Goldstein's eager mouth.

My knees threatened to buckle and my hips thrust uncontrollably as she massaged my balls with one hand and milked my dick with the other. And she kept her mouth locked on me, moaning, sucking gently now, and swallowing greedily as I collapsed to the floor and rolled onto my back. She followed me down still licking and sucking my softening dick for one last drop of sperm. A shudder went through my body as her mouth finally released my dick.

"Are you all right?" she asked after a few moments, her anxious face appearing above me.

"Ummm," I managed to groan.

"I didn't hurt you going too fast?"

"No. It's just ... I don't think I've ever cum so fast or so hard."

"I'm glad it was okay. That was my first blow job."

"What! How can that be your first? I think I saw heaven!"

"Hal wanted me to for years, but I was a prude and always said no. So I had to go on the Internet to find out how to get the sperm I need."

"Thank god for the Internet," I whispered.

Mrs. Goldstein helped me up, my legs shaking, and I glimpsed a patch of wetness in the crotch of her panties as her skirt rode up. She guided me to a chair in the family room and watched with concern as I sat dazed, weakly adjusting to a new reality. She sat in front of me on an ottoman and took my hands.

"I owe you an explanation," she said.

"If you want," I managed, still dazed from my powerful orgasm.

"After I lost Hal and Hannah left for college I had hours and days on my hands and my mind went to all kinds of strange places. Sometimes I thought about sexual things and wondered what I'd missed by marrying young to a man without much imagination. Or much sex drive for that matter."

"Then I went to visit Hannah at college and soon realized she had a number of lovers based on things she said, and her roommate's jokes. And it seemed like half the boys on campus knew her! I tried to warn her about all the problems she could have with several partners, but she just laughed and said, 'Mom, it's fun!' "

"I'd never thought of sex as fun, or really anything but something I had to do. It felt good, sometimes, but nothing special."

"When I came home from her college I couldn't stop thinking about Hannah and her lovers. I started stalking her on social media looking at every boy in her pictures. I started obsessively looking at their bodies, their arms, everything... imagining their dicks. I imagined big dicks, circumcised dicks or uncut, hard and inside Hannah, giving her pleasure, pushing deep, jerking, filling her with their sperm. I imagined her on her knees with a dick in her mouth ready for it to explode."

"And in the end it was their sperm that became my obsession. I had never touched a dick with my mouth, but now I fantasized about sucking those boys' dicks... dicks shooting load after load of sperm, white and warm and sticky. And for some reason I didn't imagine them filling Hannah's pussy or my pussy, I imagined feeling sperm shooting from a big, hard dick onto my tongue, swallowing and sucking more. I fantasized about sucking a dick dry, swallowing, then sucking another one dry and another. And so I became addicted to sperm."

Mrs. Goldstein fell silent then and again I saw tears brimming in her eyes and the bumps of her big nipples visible through the thin fabric of her blouse.

"Finally I couldn't stand it anymore. I dressed slutty, or what I thought was slutty, and went to a dance club looking for a dick to suck." She smiled, "Of the hundred women there I was number one hundred as far as slutty outfits!"

"Anyway a guy flirted with me. He was older than I wanted, but good looking. And I was in a hurry. I tried to be subtle and let him know I would give him a blow job. He got the idea right away and said, 'How much?' It was humiliating, but I told him it was free.

"We went to the parking lot, to a car and I sucked the guy. It took longer than I thought and he kept squeezing my breasts. I was horrified, but I kept going and finally he came, groaning, and I got my reward. I was thrilled and so, SO horny and wet. I swirled his sperm in my mouth and sucked until I got every drop, but then I heard laughing and realized there were people watching us. I ran, praying nobody took a video."

"I knew I could never do that again."

"For days I tried to think of a way to feed my addiction without getting diseased or arrested or humiliated, and finally I thought of you, the sweet boy from down the street who looked so strong and handsome when he mowed my lawn.

"But you were too young and in spite of my desperation I wasn't going to approach an underage boy. So I fought my feelings and hid my need for nearly a year."

"But now you're 18!"

"Can you understand me, Chris? Understand my desperation and my need," she begged. "If you knew how many nights I've laid in bed dreaming about your dick shooting thick, sticky cum in my mouth, and sucking your balls empty. Can you understand?"

It felt wrong. The experience was mind-blowing, but how could it be right for a woman of 42 to suck off an 18-year-old? And do it again and again if I understood her idea of addiction. Of course it's legal, but my friends would think it was weird and my parents would go nuts. Could such a thing be kept secret? Maybe for awhile, or even a long while since I was already at Mrs. Goldstein's house a couple of times a week.

Then I noticed my dick was swelling again. All I had to do was think about the possibility of coming in Mrs. Goldstein's mouth and my dick got hard on its own. Then she also noticed the growing bulge in my shorts. She licked her lips and looked up at me.

"Are you ready again?" she asked.

I thought briefly and realized I had an opportunity.

"I want more than your mouth," I said, and a look of confusion crossed her face.

"I want to suck your tits and cum in your pussy."

After a surprised pause, staring at me, she said slowly, "My tits of course, I'd like that whenever you want them Chris. But otherwise I was hoping we could just do, uh, oral. You're a young man and it's natural you'd like to do more, but we'd waste all that beautiful sperm inside me and I'd have to worry about getting pregnant."

"How about a compromise," I asked. "You get all my sperm, but we switch back and forth from your mouth to your pussy."

"I suppose we could try that," she said reluctantly.

I stood up, helped her stand and began unbuttoning her blouse with shaking hands. Soon she was reaching behind to unhook her bra. Her magnificent breasts spilled out, full and round, pointing slightly outwards and sagging from their own weight. I immediately lifted one and began sucking the long, dark nipple. he sighed with pleasure and I switched to the other one.

"God that feels good," she murmured, her eyes closed. "I forgot how good that feels."

I could have suckled her breasts for hours, but remembered I was also promised the treasure between her legs. I unfastened the waist of her skirt, slid the zipper down and let it fall to the floor. I knelt to slide her panties down and was faced with a thick mat of dark pubes from her bikini line down between her thighs. I grabbed a handful, tugged lightly and heard her sigh.

Guiding her backward onto the couch I lifted her legs and pulled them wide. She bent her knees and spread her legs open. I felt the warmth of her pussy on my face and smelled her delicate odor. I knew the basic geography, in this case mostly hidden by her abundant pubes. I considered fingering her for awhile or even eating pussy for the first time, but my dick was now fully hard and bobbing slightly in time with my pulse. It wanted one thing.

So I simply guided my dick into her crotch and rubbed it up and down until I felt the wetness of her opening. She wasn't the only one who learned a lot from the Internet! Pushing in slightly drew a gasp from Mrs. Goldstein and then I let my weight push my dick slowly into the wet clasp of her warm pussy. Finally my full length was buried inside her and she was panting.

"Yes, oh yes that feels wonderful!" she whispered, and I began thrusting and withdrawing, thrusting and withdrawing. She provided plenty of pussy juice to ease the sliding of my dick, in and out.

"You're bigger than I thought," she whispered, looking up at me. "I thought a young guy would be smaller" and I replied by withdrawing my full length, slamming into her hard again and again as she cried out with pleasure.

Soon I picked up a rhythm, in-out, in-out, and though her pussy got wetter I still felt the friction of my dick head sliding against her inner walls. In and out I went, a little faster, then faster still, her gasps, little whimpers and panting were loud in the quiet room. I saw her watching my face while tugging at her nipples, stretching them up until her big tits hung suspended.

She came!

Her gasps came closer and closer together followed by a prolonged high-pitched keening and her hips started thrusting as she cried out.

"Ah. Ah. Ah. AH. AH. AAAAHHH!" she cried, ending in a long groan as her pussy squeezed my plunging dick. "Mygod, mygod, ohmygod!" she said, her hips pushing up at me. She thrashed under me, her heels digging into my back.

I felt my orgasm coming, my balls contracting, and I clenched my internal muscles to delay the explosion. But it was no use. I felt a burst of pleasure as my seed shot out of my dick, spurt after spurt, to fill her pussy. Weakness overcame me as my last weak spurt dribbled from my dick inside Mrs. Goldstein. I collapsed on top of her, pillowing my head on her big breasts.

"Ohmygod that was amazing!" I whispered. She sighed and stroked my hair.

"Were you a virgin sweet boy?" she asked in the silence afterwards.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Then I'm glad I'm your first. They say you never forget your first lover."

"I know I'll never forget you!"

"Oh!" Mrs. Goldstein cried, "get up! I have a cramp."

So I rolled off her, stood up and helped her to her feet.

"Where's the cramp? I could rub it for you."

But Mrs. Goldstein was standing beside the couch, her legs spread wide and her hand cupped below her pussy.

I had time to ask myself what she was doing before she carefully raised her cupped hand to her mouth and began slurping the mixture of sperm and pussy juice that oozed from her pussy. My dick stirred, but I could only shake my head in amazement as her hand returned to her pussy for another serving and she slurped again.

"Do you really have a cramp?"

"What I really have is an obsessive need to drink your sperm, and you can't argue with obsession," she smiled. Then she dropped to her knees and took my shrinking dick in her mouth, her tongue tickling my dickhole and her hands milking me for the last drops of sperm.

Then, licking her lips, she said, "I'm going to have to shave so I don't lose so much of your delicious sperm in my pubes. You'll help me with that won't you Chris?"

I could only nod silently.

"And you'll have to learn how to eat me so you can give me orgasms after I've drained your sperm. I have to give you orgasms, of course, to get what I need, but I want to try new things. And luckily boys your age recover fast."

And that's how my 18th summer began.