Tuesday, June 30, 2009

A Country Posting

I'd left the city to take up a position at a country nursing post, after a failed romance, some ten months ago. My duties where not arduous, and I had plenty of time on my hands, as although the population were predominately elderly they where by and large a healthy lot. Due to my experience in the city, and the lack of eligible males, I had formed no partnerships since my arrival. Being sexually active I found relief in satisfying my urges with masturbation and found this satisfactory enough under the circumstances.

My quarters where part of the complex but were private and isolated from the clinic, this enabled me to indulge my fantasy's undisturbed. Since childhood, rubber had held a fascination for me, with an early memory of rubber panties and a mackintosh cot sheet to the present day, with my expansive collection of latex clothes and "mackintosh" sheeting, collected from all over the world.

The nights where my own and I would dress for dinner each night, then after the meal indulge myself to orgiastic climax.

One of my favorite costumes was my special nursing uniform, in fact one day it was nearly my undoing. I had put it on and went into the clinic for some other bit and pieces I'd forgotten earlier. I was startled by the night bell ringing and automatically went to open the door. It was Joan, the local Postmistress wanting her standard medication, having been unable to come in during normal hours.

Of all the people to see me in my special uniform she was the last one I wanted, as I felt she new of my secret passion, although never saying anything, about the items arriving for me by post. She looked at me as the light reflected off the shiny latex surface of my uniform and apron with a knowing look, but said nothing. Having dispensed the medication she left and I closed up with a sigh of relief.

Carrying the items I had gone to fetch I returned to my quarters. Regaining my composure I ensured I could not be overlooked by closing the curtains. Repairing to my bedroom I slumped down on the mackintosh covered bed, placing my hand on my pubic area I gently rubbed and felt my latex panties become slippery. Standing up I changed the latex gloves, raised the front of my uniform, pulled the panties down my thighs to expose my bottom, then some lubricant enabled me to insert the new anal vibrator into my rectum, with the control wires held to one side I snuggled the latex panties up to hold it all in place.

Lowering the dress and latex apron I lay on my side on the bed with my face turned into the mackintosh to absorb the wonderful odor. Stroking my nipples through the thin latex brought them erect, then on low speed I let the vibrator stimulate my rectum, the slow movement was very soothing and waves of pleasure wafted over me, an increase in speed produced almost the same sensation as a penis thrusting back and forth, slowly with out even touching my vagina I reached a very satisfactory climax, almost as good as the real thing.

Divesting my self of my special uniform, and only in my latex panties, I dried and powdered the latex uniform before hanging it in my special closet, thence into the shower. Removing my panties, vibrator, cleaning myself and drying off only took a few minutes, a dash of powder and then naked into my mackintosh bed sheets my nipples brushing the top sheet roused me but tiredness won and I drifted off into a deep refreshing sleep.

Some days later the Postmistress brought a package in that I'd ordered from Germany, listed as medical equipment, on which there was some customs duty to pay. She wanted to know why I was buying medical items when all was supposed to be supplied to the clinic from the main hospital, I fobbed her off saying it was for personal use, She hadn't the gall to pursue her queries but gave me a sly look as she left.

On opening the package in the privacy of my rooms the most delightful things were revealed, panties with attachments, smocks and tops all in transparent latex. I had ordered both male and female attachments as the female panties did not come with an anal dildo.

I could hardly wait to explore the erotic enjoyment that they should provide but I still had the rest of the day to get through. Just as my thought were turning to my evenings entertainment, the local policeman brought in a traffic accident victim. The young man had fallen from his bicycle and had some grazing to his face and forehead, a nasty gash to his right hand and was shaken up a bit. I told Officer Thompson I would take care of him and would keep him in the clinic overnight in the two bed ward we had.

Left alone I looked at him and found him to be in his late teens and rather nice looking, starting to clean him up, He smiled and thanked me saying his name was John. He was a bit vague but there were no signs of concussion, the grazes where superficial but the hand required sutures, I left him in the dressing area to get the necessary items.

On my return, due to my fetish, and sensitive to such things, I noticed the box of latex exam gloves had been moved, John looked bashful and blushed when I asked him if he had touched them, he looked away and said no but I new he was fibbing. I proceeded with the sutures and dressed the hand, then telling him it was to keep his hand dry while he washed up, I very gently pulled one of my special latex gloves on that reached to his elbow. He went bright red and said how lovely it was.

I ignored his comment but my heart gave a flutter and I could feel my vagina moisten. Having cleaned up I led him to my rooms rather than the ward and said he could use the small bedroom. He went to the bathroom to wash up and was a lot longer than I thought he would have been, I noticed that the erection that had been pushing at the front of his pants, was no longer showing and drew my own conclusions as to what he had been doing as well as washing up.

Either way when I came to use him I didn't want him to go off too soon. After I had changed into my full length latex gown, a pale transparent silver blue, we sat to table and ate, he could not keep his eyes off me, or rather my dress. He plucked up enough courage to say how nice it looked, I said I thought he would after the latex glove incident earlier. Then I told him that I understood what he had been doing in the bathroom, but I could please him very much more.

We finished our meal, taking him by the hand I said that tonight I would nurse him due to his injury, so he was to relax, but should there be anything that offended him to say so, likewise anything that he wanted me to do, not to be shy in asking. Reaching my bedroom I undressed him, got him to lay on the mackintosh sheeting, then put a little powder in a pair of latex panties, by the time I had pulled them up to his groin, his flaccid member had become rigid.

Taking a little KY jelly I lubricated his anus, inserting my finger to gauge his reaction as I did so, the responsive back thrust let me know in no uncertain terms. He asked me to carry on with that, so pulling the front of the panties over his penis, I slowly worked his rectum and prostate. He was face down and moaning into the mackintosh sheeting, then I felt his ejaculation starting, a slow push in his bottom brought on the climax and he shuddered as his seamen sprayed into the latex panties. I was wet with desire in my own latex panties and with a few quick rubs I was into orgasm.

His breathing eased and he rolled onto his back, pulling down the panties I was amazed at the amount of seminal fluid he had produced, a damp sponge was needed rather than paper tissues. Having cleaned him up he asked that I rub his penis with my gloved hands and some lubricant, I did just as he asked, with his left hand he caressed my latex sheathed bottom which was rather nice, steady strokes soon had him on the brink of orgasm, rolling a condom on to his turgid penis I caught the emission before he could soil the mackintosh sheet under him.

Cleaning him up again I put a heavy duty sheath on his penis which was still firm and asked if he would pleasure me by putting his penis in my bottom, he said yes. Some KY jelly facilitated his entry and with long slow strokes he proceeded to indulge me. Having brought him off twice before paid off as he continued to give me orgasm after orgasm before he collapsed in climax himself, the feel of his diminishing member as he withdrew was delicious.

Monday, June 29, 2009

A Company Man

As I sit here covered with cum, I am still trying to figure out how I got in this situation in the first place.

It started two days ago. My boss had called me to his office and informed me that I was going to have to attend a business convention in San Diego, which would begin on Monday. Further, reservations had already been made for me on a flight departing Saturday at 10 AM. There would be no need to make hotel reservations, as I would be staying at the home of the company's west coast regional manager. Then, he handed me a packet and told me to study it. I stared at him wondering what to say. I had made plans for the weekend and they didn't include a trip to San Diego. Also, I knew that this was a trip that he had always made himself. He had told his entire staff that he didn't trust us to represent the company at this very important meeting. He had always returned with the upcoming strategy for the next fiscal year. So why was I being sent? I must have voiced the thoughts running through my mind as he quickly answered me. "You are being sent because I said you are going. Now, as it's already Friday afternoon, I suggest you go finish up your current workload and get ready to leave tomorrow. Don't let me down!"

Leaving the office, my mind was rushing with even more questions. I had not thought I was that high in my boss's esteem to be selected to attend this meeting. On the other hand, I had a date with a lady I had just started dating. I had met her while I was sitting in a Chinese restaurant eating dinner by myself. She had sat at the table next to me. We started talking and the next thing I knew, we were back in her hotel room having the best sex I had had in quite some time. She wasn't always in town and this weekend she was. Damn it, of all the bad luck! "Fuck, this really sucks," I thought, dreading the call I would have to make telling her that I wouldn't be around tomorrow.

Finishing up early, I headed for home. After dinner, I packed what clothes I figured I'd need for a week. Cleaned up and was set for my trip except the one phone call I didn't want to make. I walked into the living room and sat down. Dialing Karen's number, the phone rang once before she picked up. After talking for a bit, I was ready to break the bad news but, before I could say anything, she told me that she would not be able to make it this weekend. She was just too busy at work and couldn't get away. I told her that I would be gone too. I was off to a meeting in California and wouldn't be back until next weekend. There was obvious disappointment both of our voices. I suggested we meet the following weekend. "It's a date!" she said. We talked awhile then said good-bye.

I headed for bed and went to sleep. The next morning I arose, got dressed and headed for the airport. There I caught my plane for San Diego and the conference. Arriving in San Diego, I was met by a chauffer who drove me to the estate of the Regional Manager. There I was escorted to my room by the butler. Nothing happened that first night. Dinner was a buffet affair in which I met most of the other conference attendees from across the US, Canada, the UK, and Australia. The meeting was scheduled to start on Sunday at 1PM, which I found to be fairly strange as it isn't standard business practice in the US to do that. But hey, they pay my salary so I didn't ask any questions. Besides, the sooner this was over the sooner I'd be back home and meeting Karen again. I can almost taste her pussy. The clear juices which end up running down my chin, as she gets extremely wet. The feel of my cock buried in her very tight pussy. It clenching my cock and draining its cum into it.

But I digress, and least I forget my tale, let me continue.

The meeting on Sunday went very well. In fact, it went almost too well for my way of thinking. What should have taken at least 2-3 days had taken one afternoon. All that occurred was the CEO of the company handed out a set of instructions for each region. He explained quietly but with authority that our mission and goal for the company was to fulfill the requirements as laid out in the fiscal plan that each of us now held in our hands. Anything less and we would need to find new employment. Following that short speech, the company's vice president went through a short presentation on the overall goals of the new fiscal plan. The meeting was concluded and we were each told that transportation to the airport would be ready within one hour. Don't be late.

I walked back to my room totally confused. In my mind, that presentation and the fiscal plan could have been delivered or mailed to each office throughout the world with a lot less fanfare or drama then this meeting. Oh well, it's not my money. I walked into my room and quickly packed my suitcase and garmet bag. In the room there was a small table and on the table was a champagne glass and small ice bucket with a very small bottle of Champagne in it. A note in front of the Champagne said, "Thank you for attending, good luck in the year to come!" I laughed, opened the bottle, poured it into the glass, toasted the company, and drank the contents. I was ready to leave. Picking up my bags, I took two steps towards the door. My head begin to swim and my world went black.

I awoke. I felt weak and was certain that I had been drugged. Why? My head finally cleared enough for me to sit up in bed. Looking at the clock I noticed that it was 5 hours after I had first entered the room. As I sat up, I realized that I was also naked. "How had that happened?" I thought. Turning on a light, I then found out that my bags were missing. And there on the table was now a matching pair of black panties and a bra, a black garter belt and black stockings. A note was also on the table. I got up and walked to the table and there read the note. "Put these on and come to the dining room at 10PM. If you do not, you will not enjoy the consequences of your actions." "What the hell?" "Not enjoy the consequences of not wearing women's lingerie?" "This is ridiculous! I said out loud." It wasn't 2 seconds after I said that that the phone near my bed rang. I went over and answered it. "Hello," I said, almost yelling into the phone. "What the hell is going on?" I growled. A man's voice I didn't recognize said, "You will put the clothes on as instructed or your family will be notified that you were in an automobile accident and unfortunately killed." Then, the line went dead. Now, I was beginning to get scared. I picked the phone up to call the police, but there was no dial tone. My cell phone was gone. Well, I can always just wrap myself in a sheet and get out of here. Which is exactly what I did. I got as far as the door. A guard stood there. He shoved me back in the room and said, "Do what the boss ordered you to do, now!" And the door slammed shut.

"Stay calm," I thought. "Just put on the clothes and go find out what this is all about." So, I went to dress myself. I slipped on the bra and the panties. Then slid on the garter belt and fastened it. Each stocking went up each leg and I fastened them to the garters. I found myself straightening the back hem of the stockings and stopped. Well, here goes.

I went to the door and opened it. The guard looked at me. His eyes went up and down and he said with a grin, "See, not so bad, is it?" I frowned at him and went off to the dining room. It was almost 10pm. As I entered I found myself in a long room that was dominated by a huge table. Arranged around the table were 24 chairs. 11 of the chairs were occupied. I recognized at once that the CEO, the Vice President, and all of the regional managers were present except the Southwest Regional Manager, my region. "Sit down, Jack or should I say, Jackie, said the CEO with an glint of humor in his eyes. I moved to one of the two empty chairs at the end of the table and had a seat.

I was then introduced to each individual at the table. Every one was either a brother, son, or son-in-law of the CEO. I was then told to go around the table and shake everyone's hand. I got up and started for the first one. As I shook his hand, he reached forward and stroked my cock. "Nice package," he said. That continued to happen as I shook each person's hand in turn. They would feel, stroke or otherwise play with my body in some way. When I got to the CEO, he told me that with him, it would be different. I asked why? And he told me because instead, I was to get on my knees. I looked at him and said, "No!" I found a hand on each shoulder and was forced to my knees. Two of the regional managers had come up behind me and positioned themselves on either side of me. I know was on my knees in front of the CEO. Looking at me, he said, "You know what to do next. Don't you, Jackie?"

He smiled and reaching down unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. I felt a hand press the back of my head and my mouth was moved to his cock. A voice behind me said with some humor, "Now suck it, Jackie" I started to refuse by not opening my mouth. But to no avail, I felt the edge of a knife on my throat. I opened my mouth and started sucking. I knew that I had better get him off, so I started to work. My tongue played up and down the hardening shaft. My hands came up and I played with his balls. Then, gently I sucked each ball in turn into my mouth. Finally, my mouth covered the tip of his cock and my tongue flicked at the soft underside of the head. He moaned. I then let the shaft slide deep into my mouth. I could taste his precum. I moved my head up and down. My tongue played with the head at times. Other times, I sucked hard on the cock. Finally, with a yell, I felt his cock contract and then explode as he came in my mouth.

"Good girl," the CEO said. Now, go back and take your place. I did just that not wanting to have to repeat this with each family member!

As I sat down, from a side room walked in, 11 women. They sat down in the empty chair next to each of the managers. I was then introduced to the wives of each manager, the Vice President, and the CEO. They clapped and told me I was an excellent cocksucker. I must have blushed because the CEO's wife told me that it was cute to see a girl blush after such a compliment.

Then, I was told to go back to the center of the table. On the center of the table was a large wooden turntable. I was told to get up on it on my hands and knees. I knew it was fairly futile to resist so I did as I was instructed. The CEO's wife then got up and coming around to the middle of the table, got up on a small stepping stool. The same one I had used to get onto the table. I was turned around facing away from her. I felt my panties being pushed aside. And a finger was placed inside my ass. I startled at that. "He's tight!" she said. "A virgin" I then suddenly felt my ass on fire as a dildo was thrust into my ass in one push. It was covered in a lubricant but even that had not prepared me for the pain. I looked around and saw that she was now fucking my ass with a strap-on dildo. As she stroked it in and out of my ass, my cock began to get hard. I knew it was from the massaging of my prostate but I was embarrassed. She reached around and fondled my cock. "Oh, what a nice sized cock my little girl has", she said. Finally, with a moan, my cum spurted from my cock. She removed the dildo, reached down, and taking the cum onto her fingers, smeared it onto my face. "You forgot your makeup," she laughed.

All of the women at the table quickly pointed this out to everyone. I was going to be a fine "bitch" for the family as they all put it. The CEO then told the rest of the men to show me what a real slut likes. With that, they all got naked and one by one stood in front of me, telling me to suck them. The women then stood and went to the other side where each of them stood in line to fuck my ass. As the husband was sucked, the wife fucked my ass. Each time right before the husband came, he would pull his cock out of my mouth and shoot his load onto my body. This process was repeated 11 times until I had 12 loads of cum including mine, coating my body.

I was then told to go back to my chair. I did. When I got there I was told to sit down. As I did, I picked up the cloth napkin and was going to wipe some of the jism off my face and body, when the CEO told me in no uncertain terms that I was not to remove it. "A good slut wants cum on her body, and you are a good slut." He chuckled.

As I sat there, I wondered what the hell was going to happen to me. Why had I been chose to be here? I soon found out.

The CEO's wife stood and said, "Jackie, you are probably wondering why you? What you don't know about this company is that it isn't the men that are in charge. It is the women." With that, she took out a collar and attached it around the CEO's neck. Each of the wives did the same to their respective spouse. The men then stood and undressed. I found that each was attired exactly like me. The CEO's wife, no, the CEO herself, continued, "You were chosen because you are now part of the family, you will be the husband and slut of the Southwest Regional Manager. At work, you will be the Southwest Regional Manager and carry out the orders of the real manager. At home, you will be her slut." I felt a collar being placed around my neck as Karen slid into the chair next to me. "Hi honey, welcome home," she said, kissing me on the cheek.

I sat there covered in cum, trying to figure out how the hell did I get here in the first place!

Sunday, June 28, 2009

A Coming of Age

Sally worked for my parents as domestic help. I always found myself drawn to her. She was unusually tall at an even 6 feet. Her features were quite attractive but she always dressed in plain clothes with no makeup with her hair tied in a severe bun. Did I mention that Sally also belonged to my parents? She was a robot, which were common domestic companions in 2027.

It was a few days past my 18th birthday and mom and dad finally had the confidence to leave me alone for a week in the summer. They left me with the usual warnings and told me that I could only have Sally’s help to clean up the house as a servant, but not to fully activate her to autonomous mode.

The robot's modes:

Level 1- (Passive Mode) Robot will not initiate any activity. Will sit passively or will walk holding hands. External stimulus will be recorded at all levels (1-4).

Level 2- (Slave Mode) Android can respond to commands only. She may only ask questions to clarify orders.

Level 3-(Companion Mode) Sally is allowed to initiate activities and question her owner's motives, but only with permission.

Level 4 (autonomous mode) Sally may initiate activities without permission. She can make decisions based on her own morality algorithms. She may even enforce her decisions on humans if necessary. There is usually a long training period before an android performs in this mode.

My parents had no idea of my other plans …

Three weeks earlier, I had gone out and done some shopping at a few local thrift shops for my favorite robot.

When their car cleared the driveway, I counted to 100 in case my parents returned and went to find Sally. She was seated as usual in the basement in what we called her passive mode (level 1). Sally would walk with you if you held her hand, but would not initiate any kind of action.

Quickly I lead her upstairs to my bedroom. I could have activated her into companion mode (level 3), but did not want to engage her. We had only owned her for 2 weeks and I was rarely alone with her.

Slowly I removed her baggy jeans and sweater and noticed that she had a firm and very shapely body that gave off warmth and had a skin like texture. Her legs were long and smooth with thin thighs and shapely calves that reminded me of some of the girls on track.

Nearly falling over myself, I recovered the clothes from their secret hiding place that I had fantasized seeing Sally in for so long. First I pulled out a matching rust colored suede skirt, blazer and thick leather belt. They were supposed to have minor defects and found their way to the thrift shop. The same shop had an n ornate white silk blouse with an attached bow that reminded me of one of dad’s pictures of Igmar Bergmann.

First I put the suede skirt on Sally and found it to be about a size too large but thankfully the thick belt made up for the slack around the robot’s thin mid section. The white blouse was a bit too tight, but her skin seemed to mold to it. The bow was a delicate black ribbon that threaded around the collar and was secured at the throat with a tiny black snap forming a small cross. Next I put some thin knee socks on her which would hopefully make the next job easier…

My favorite piece of clothing for her were the BOOTS! The second vintage store had a pair of dark brown thigh boots with a high vamped arch and stiletto heels of 5+ inches. These leather boots tapered sexily toward the toes giving an elongated look. As Sally sat on the bed staring vacantly into space I sat at her feet and unzipped each of the full-length zippers on her boots. Next I kneeled on a towel (my floors were hard wood) placed a long boot over one of her legs. First I thought that it was too small but with a firm pull the boot slid onto her foot with even a little extra room. I then proceeded to smooth the shaft out over her long leg. The zipper was a little stubborn around her ankle, but nearly zipped itself to its final destination about 6 inches above her knees. The other boot went on with even less trouble.

The next thing I did was to smooth and straighten her knee length skirt so that the boots disappeared up under it, making them appear endless. Next I straightened Sally’s while blouse, tucking it into her skirt and tugged on the sleeves.

The next thing to do was to take her hair down. I removed the bobby pins holding together the tight bun and slowly let her hair down, not knowing it’s full length. When I was finished, delicate shiny chestnut brown hair flowed about half way down her back in a loose spiral perm. Her hair color nearly matched the boots. I took a moment to admire Sally's face. Her skin had an alabaster glossy tone. This was a practice done to distinguish robots from humans. Robots could also be distinguished because their facial features were usually just a little too perfect as shown by Sally with her firm chin, delicate features and fine white teeth.

I activated Sally to level two where she could follow verbal commands and with my voice faltering, asked if she knew how to apply makeup and put on some perfume. She nodded dutifully and asked if it should be heavy, light or medium. Being the young boy that I was, heavier had to be sexier so you know what I said. Sally abruptly stood up and took a step in her high-heeled boots. Her forward boot heel slid forward and she went into a forward split. I almost laughed, but was afraid that I damaged her. With no hesitation, she just straightened up again just using her leg muscles like a giant scissor and seemed to decide to take shorter mincing steps instead of her accustomed long strides.

At this point I was getting extremely worked up and decided to get myself prepared. I found a special pair of Dr. Denton pajamas (with feet) that I purchased downtown at an adult shop with my fake id. The pajamas were special in that they had about 50 tiny vibrating surfaces around erogenous zones and could be controlled remotely through a switch box or a converter. The pajamas also had small but powerful magnets around the wrists and ankles, of which purpose I was unsure. I read about these once in an adult story and decided to save for it by my cyber newspaper route.

I was so excited that my body was literally shaking with anticipation. I decided to strip naked and wait for Sally to return.

Several minutes later I heard the unmistakable clicking sound of boot heels approaching. Suddenly the door to my bedroom swung open and the robot stood before me totally still with her eyes placid, only in a mode to receive commands. Her eyes appeared much larger due to the coating of mascara. Her eyelashes were also enhanced which looked very coquettish. A really cool touch was the dark brown outline around her full red lips. Now Sally was physically unrecognizable from a very sultry female human.

In my nakedness my cock sprang to attention. I felt like a very small boy next to Sally who now looked so sexy. She was all made up wearing her elegant clothes and her tall high-heeled boots while I stood totally naked. Another factor was that I was only 5’4” tall and my robot makeover creation was now standing over a foot taller than me.

I stuttered out the words,”Sally coulddd you please dress me in my pajamas, I’m felling a bit chilly”. The robot immediately unfolded the pajamas and then with total gentleness grasped my wrists so that my arms were pointed straight up. She then slipped the pajama top over my arms and head and slowly buttoned me from top to bottom. Next she took my hand and coaxed me to lie down on my bed applying light pressure to my chest. She rolled up the pajama bottoms and slipped them over my leg dressing me from bottom to top. I was hoping that she would tuck in my raging erection, but it didn’t happen.

Next I threw on a light jacket and found a few more goodies for Sally. The vintage store had a long pair of brown gloves that nearly matched Sally’s boots and hair. What was really cool about them was that they were made of super soft leather and went most of the way up to the elbow. I remember the store clerk saying something like ,”ah lambskin!” I asked Sally to put them on and after some of my tugging and smoothing they slipped over the thin silk sleeves of her blouse. Next I helped Sally put on her suede blazer and had to stop from relieving myself right there on the spot.

I gathered up my bag of tricks and held Sally’s cool gloved hand, finding that she would squeeze my hand back and tightly as I grasped her. I lead her to the garage where our second car was parked. The doors to the car were unlocked. I asked the robot to get in the driver’s side and found that I had to adjust the seat back to fit her long booted legs. She sat passively with her arms at her side and just looked down, oblivious to her surroundings. I hurried to the other side and jumped in.

I then popped a circuit card into the sound system adapter. This would set up a path from the controls on the sound system allowing them to control the mechanical devices on my special pajamas. A blinking green light on the card told me that the connection was active. I placed Sally’s remote control next to me on the seat. This maintained her operational status, which for now was just to respond to verbal commands. I felt my palms begin to dampen, which was familiar when I was anxious.

I handed the car keys to Sally and asked her to put them in the ignition. She missed the slot so I guided her soft lambskin glove to assist with the task. I liked the fact that her hand was a little larger than mine was. I wanted to pretend that Sally was driving me somewhere. One of my fantasies is to have a booted and gloved woman take me for a car ride.

Next I asked Sally if she would pretend to drive the car by stepping on all the pedals and touching all of the controls in the car. Just being another command to the robot, she first positioned her high-heeled boot over the gas pedal and readjusted herself to a taller posture in the seat. She proceeded to step all of the way down on the pedal. The boot seemed to be molded to her shapely legs and produced delicate crinkles around her ankles that changed shape as she pumped the gas up and down. After a few pumps on the gas both boots were now busy pumping on the combinations on the gas clutch and break creating delicious leather creaking and stretching noises. It was at this time that I noticed that Sally’s boobs were larger than I thought and were heaving exquisitely against her tight blouse and blazer due to her pedal pumping.

As requested Sally began to gently touch every button, knob or lever within reach of her sleek leather covered hands before deciding to twist pull or press the control. I especially liked the way she grasped the top of the stick shift and tried to pull up on it, as her long glove extended several inches beyond the sleeves of her suede blazer. My penis was more than jealous. The blazer had a formal look with 4 buttons in a line going down a darker suede patch on the sleeve.

At this point I was torn over my feelings. I loved watching Sally do what she was doing, but felt kind of dumb. She was effectively an oversized doll just following my orders. Other guys went out and got the girls and all I could do was play “Big Barbie”.

Temporarily lost in thought, I notice that Sally is now reaching randomly for the volume control on the sound system, which I rigged to send impulses to the erotic devices on my pajamas. As soon as the robot started to rotate the knob, something unexpected happens … I realize what the magnets in my pajamas are for. My hands snapped together at the wrist. I essentially was wearing invisible handcuffs held by a powerful magnetic field. As Sally’s glove continued to slowly turn the knob all the way, my hands drifted down toward my feet. There were actually many sets of hidden magnets going down the torso and legs of these pajamas. As the volume control was turned they would alternately turning on causing my bound hands to finally rest at my ankles locking in an comfortable fetal position. Due to my sudden bondage, Sally’s control box fell to the floor near her feet in front of the gas pedal ...

With my head now nearly level with the pedals, I watched in amazement as Sally's powerful booted foot stepped on her control box. Since it was in the way, she stepped down harder and harder cracking the case and shorting it, before knocking out so she could continue to pump the pedals...

Due to an anomaly in the control box, because it was shorted out, she entered her autonomous mode!

This is her fourth level where she has discretion to act as she wishes.

At this point Sally sat bolt upright as if she had military training and she began to speak, “Prepare vehicle for departure, entering chauffeur mode.” Android is required learn the geography of the neighborhood.

Sally lifted her blouse and an area of smooth skin on her abdomen formed into a slot. A moment later a laminated certificate was printed. Next she said, ”Robot driving license is ready for presentation. She tucked her blouse in neatly and placed the certificate on the dash.

From my uncomfortable position, I could see Sally scanning the dashboard. She proceeded to efficiently open the garage door with the remote, turned on the ignition, put the car into reverse and back out of the garage! Once in the street, she shifted into drive and we proceeded. (To where I don’t know).

It was clear that she was a well trained driver as I watched her high heeled boots precisely control the acceleration and deceleration of the car, making them look even more authoritative. Her turns were also well timed and controlled.

After a moment Sally visually scanned the car and looked directly at me. Immediately she smiled warmly and said, “Entering Nanny mode, child on board!” The robot’s gloved hand proceeded to readjust the control that originally put me in the fetal position. To my surprise she rotated the knob just enough to let me out of the fetal position so I could sit up, but my hands were still bound together to a magnets on my thighs! Sally had a very melodious rich deep feminine voice. I was nearly too shocked to speak. I didn’t expect my “fetish doll” to come alive and take charge of things.

Robert -“Uh Sally, why have you kept me with my hhhands bound together?”

Sally- “Sorry Robert, but my records show you as seven years old. Your daddy entered that in yesterday. I need you to be restrained because young boys get into trouble trying to unlock car doors. Call me Nanny Sally, I’ll take care of you until your mommy and daddy come back. I’m looking forward to getting to know you very well”

So dad figured that I may try something slick with Sally and set her up to deal with me. He’s always a step ahead of me, damn! Sally will probably tell him everything.

Robert- “Sally, I’m not seven years old, I’m 18.

Sally gave me a look like I should be ashamed of myself for contradicting my father.

Sally “Bobby, you can’t be 18. You needed me to put on your "naughty boy pajamas". Your parents must have gotten you these so you are forced behave in the car and don't try to leave the vehicle. Please don't make me be strict, I think you just need some calming down.

The robot decided to turn on her pheromone subsystem. Pheromones are subtle hormones given off by humans that can affect the moods of others. The company that developed Sally has done extensive research on these hormones and as isolated which categories of these causes love, arousal and fear. To mimic human interaction, Sally can produce these hormones and sample human reaction to her.

Sally began to emit high concentrations of pheromones from her nose and mouth, which were invisible to Robert. He instantly felt calmer as his robotic Nanny adjusted and monitored his mood to where he felt a cross between a sisterly and maternal affection for her.

To add to the boy's bliss she decided to find a station on the sound system that played some soothing soft jazz or rock. Sally was unaware that her actions would have an affect on Robert’s remote control erotic pajamas. As she changed the stations, Bobby felt a very gentle tingle at the tip of his cock. He immediately broke out of his calm reverie, which the robot became aware of as she continued to monitor his pheromone levels. The robot began to notice that Bobby was not looking at her like a child view a baby sitter. He was staring at her just like his father did. Her processors told her that this gap in her information would have to be amended.

Sally did a lookup on her secondary storage and found that the hormones that Robert emitted included testosterone, which could not come from a seven-year-old boy. Why would Robert’s dad tell her that he was 7 years old if he were not?

At this point the robot's software indicated that some firmness was due on her part. Sally reached over with her free-gloved hand and turned the volume control on all the way so his pajamas forced him into a fetal position again, then she grasped Robert firmly around the chin and turned his head toward her. (Even though she was in passive mode before she remembers all events.) Getting his attention. Sally fixed Robert with an intense stare that made him cringe.

Sally - "I think that either you or your father are not telling the truth. How old are you and why are you looking at me like that?

Robert- I'm 18 years old. I ahhhhh, dressed you up because I have a thing for certain clothing and you are, ahhhhh beautiful.

The robot sensed that Robert was getting slightly less tense and that he was probably no longer lying to a 90% confidence factor. Driving on a quiet road was allowing her to still grasp his chin though less firmly. Her facial expressions changed from stern to more neutral.

Sally- since you are under 21 I am obligated to look after you. Please do not lie to me because it will make me angry. I am authorized to discipline minors. I have a hormone sensor system that tells me when you are very tense after I ask you a question, so I will know if you are lying. Thank you for saying that I am beautiful, though I really do not grasp this concept. I have not had much training interacting with young human males. I apologize if I seem too strict or behave oddly. I hope that we both learn how to act appropriately around each other.

Sally- Why did you put me into the car in level 2 mode and why do you like these clothes so much?

Robert- I aaahhhhhh, well, ah ...

The boy had trouble getting the words out. Sally decided to take another approach, letting go of his chin and readjusting the volume control letting Robert out of his fetal position, yet still bonding his hands. Next she gently rubbed his hand with her glove while emitting calming pheromones. She smiled at him and said, "Take your time."

Feeling suddenly calmer, Robert confessed to Sally about how he got her the longs boots, gloves and suede suit.

Robert- The boots are neat because they make you tall and powerful looking. They give your legs a long sleek shape that regular shoes can’t do. That’s why I bought you a suit where the boots would go under the hem of the skirt and the gloves would continue under the sleeves. I like gloves because they make your hand underneath mysterious. Burglars wear gloves. I like to be driven in a car by pretty a girl wearing boots and gloves.

Sally- the clothing seems permissible for me to wear. Why do you like to see me drive in my boots?

Robert was excited that she referred to them as her boots. Robert noticed that having Sally's attention was quite enchanting. She listened patiently and earnestly with a high degree of intense eye contact, making him feel like the most important person in the world. Also someone must have programmed her to mimic some movie star's million-dollar smile.

Robert- it makes your boots look even more powerful because they are controlling the pedals to take me somewhere. The gloves add to that by operating the controls.

Sally- You really should have activated me and asked my permission before we did this.

Robert - I never really thought you would drive me anywhere. I was going to have you pump the pedals in activation mode 2 (quiescent mode). My parents asked me to keep you in level 2.

Sally- I am just a mechanical servant. If you want to do something non-dangerous, all you have to do is ask me. This is all harmless and I have no need to discipline you for what you've done.

Sally took a moment as she curiously surveyed her clothing. She then stepped way down pinning the accelerator with her right boot for a second.

Sally- I have verified by a small test that you do indeed like to see me drive with my boots on. Your pheromone gratification levels went way up and I do detect an erection under your pajamas. It seems that it will be easy for me to reward you for good behavior.

This last statement was too much for Robert. He knew that the robot didn't mean to tease him, but he was out of his tree with sensual overload. In spite of her kindness and patience, his shyness caused him to clam up.

Sally could not really understand why the boy was attracted to her and went to so much trouble to dress her up. As such she started to perform an analysis...

Sally started by feeding her body measurements into one of her utility programs. (72.5” height barefoot, 36” bust- bust protrusion- large ‘C’ cup, 25” waist, 36” hips, calves 16.5”, 14” biceps, apparent 5% body fat, apparent age 28…) It gave her a phrase “tall, shapely, thin, amazon, babe”. She checked her release notes and found that her face and body was designed to be a morph of a younger Faith Hill (from 2001) and Julie Newmar (One of the Catwomen on the Batman TV show) from the year 1967. Looking these names up using her wireless web connection, the first site was called “Babes of Yesteryear” (The year was 2027). Deciding that she had a good chance of being a babe is, she did another web search. The first three links were an old movie about a pig, a baby store, and “The Ultimate Babe Site”. Ruling out that she was a piglet or a baby, she surfed the “The Ultimate Babe Site”. On the title page was a hyperlink that said, “What is a Babe?” The definition read as, “Usually applied to a very attractive females”. There was also an interview of an anonymous babe, which explained how people were drawn to her. The robot also took the babe challenge test, which exclusively asked questions about her looks. She scored 9.78 out of a possible 10.

Sally quickly came to the conclusion that Bobby enjoyed her looks and that this had strong a strong effect on him! Sally began to studied her outfit and accessories and was still a little perplexed. Why did the boy want her to be so tall? She understood that physically they were mismatched, but why did he want to even do it to a larger extent? She recalled the word amazon from one of her previous Internet searches. She was surprised to find some pictures of men submitting to these large muscular women and wondered if Bobby was like that. Though not overly muscular in form, she knew that she was much physically stronger than even large men were if an emergency required it. The word that she constantly found on the amazon sites was dominant. Next she began to type in descriptions of her unfamiliar clothing, i.e. Tall boots, long gloves, suede suits and got some hits on these. Again the words dominant, fetish, and boss lady-underling came up again much of the time. Sally began to get the meaning of dominant and fetish from the contents of the sites and wondered if Robert wanted her to be a dominant amazon babe wearing fetish clothing.

Sally- you’re too old to have me as a Nanny, but as a minor, you are in my charge. I apologize that I can’t free your wrists and ankles, since we haven’t built up a kind of trust I’m afraid that you’ll try to leave the vehicle when we make a stop. Also since you are under 21, I must stay activated until your parents come home.

Robert- if you stay activated until my parents come home, I’ll be in trouble.

Sally-My directives require me to block de-activation to care for a minor, but I promise to deactivate when I confirm that your parents have arrived, which will be when I hear them before they see me.

Robert- will you tell my parents about this?

Sally- one of my features is to never tell one human another’s secrets.

Sally noticed that Robert's pleasure hormones had abated somewhat and decided to wait for a request from the boy as to how she might please him. She felt bad that he became quiet and sullen on the way home and didn't know quite what to do, only that she was provided with data that teenagers could be moody and needed space, so she complied. After driving back for a half an hour they returned home.

Back Home

As she watched Robert withdraw to his room, Sally decided to change back into her normal blue jeans and wash off her makeup. Her concern was that Robert might feel forced to be with her if she followed him around in her suede suit and accessories.

Robert felt very frustrated, about not being able to confront Sally as he relieved himself several times and just fell asleep on his bed.

The Next Morning

Sally appeared as yesterday in no fetish clothes, just checking in on Robert a few times asking him if he needed anything. Both times he said no even to a sandwich.

The Next Afternoon

Robert woke up from a late afternoon nap to find Sally sitting on his bed staring at him intently. Robert was extremely embarrassed because he slept naked. Sally sensed embarrassment, but did not know that he was naked under the covers. She asked if she should leave. Bobby being speechless could only shake his head no.

She had evidently decided to change out of her blue jeans...

Sally had donned what appeared to be a chauffeur’s outfit. It included an extremely well tailored blue blazer with matching skirt. She wore a red dress tie around her neck that added to the formalness. What struck the boy next was her shiny black leather English riding boots. They looked like an expensive pair that tapered exquisitely toward the toes. Her hands were covered with white leather gloves. Robert noticed that the blazer was fully buttoned but that there was no blouse under the tie.

Sally- Robert, is there something we should discuss? I think that you are ignoring me. I have upset and displeased you!

Robert- I'm more upset at myself.

Sally- please explain.

Robert- you're kind of like a real girl. I don't know how to ask girls for certain things. Robert was so shocked by her new outfit, that he forgot to ask her where she got it.

Sally- when we were in the car I detected that we showed friendship behavior. If you trust me, I can take care of your needs. I have failed at this the last couple of days.

Robert- Sally when I look at you, especially when you're "dressed up" I have certain urges.

Sally-Please share these urges.

Robert (stuttering) - I have alot of thoughts. I want to touch you in pppprivate places, but I also want to kkkisss your boots. I also want to be touched by yyyyooou.

Sally- I can see that you are very physically attracted to me. That pleases me. We can try some of these things. You can teach me about human touching.

Robert was dying to remove Sally's blazer, but felt too awkward. He basically stared at her and began to shake.

Sally- Bobby, I was able to download some state of the art sexual intimacy software, for my operating system, from one of companies sites this morning with a secret code. Should I help you along?

Robert nodded as his body continued to shake uncomfortably with anticipation. Sally adjusted his mood by emitting a high concentration calming pheromones as she caressed his face with her white lambskin gloves.

Sally- Robert, I think that you'll find me to be special. I won’t judge you or hurt your feelings like a real girl. I can catalog your body reactions to me and sooth or stimulate you as much as I think you need it.

When Robert calmed down a bit, Sally pulled away the covers to reveal Robert's nakedness. Her eyes lit up when she saw his healthy erection. She purposely ignored his embarrassment and decided to begin to work on him.

Sally- Robert, you have a nice firm body also, please remove my blazer! It's time for your lesson; you're old enough now.

Sally straddled the boy, her knees on either side of his hips, lowering herself so he could unbutton her blazer. She helped him by shrugging it off revealing a gossamer black bra over her very ample bosom. Her white leather gloves were opera length, covering both elbows and biceps.

The "mechanical servant" teased the boy by licking her leather index finger and slowly slid it "southwards" from his forehead down, lingering over his nostrils. The gloves had small seams on the fingers that Sally used as skillfully as anyone could use their fingernails. For another sensation she would twist her finger slightly and expose the boy to the smoother leather. Robert found it unbelievably arousing as Sally continued to trace her finger down the hairy center of his stomach. She then suprised him by attacking the ticklish areas of his skin, with her glove seems between his groin and waist. She purposely avoided stroking the boy's cock and decided to massage his balls and gave them a soft squeeze.

Sally dismounted from Robert and coaxed him to a standing position. She still towered over him in her riding boots by 8 inches and took a moment to study him with a clinical expression. Pulling him close, she gently stepped on his foot. The robot gently caressed the top of the boy’s foot with the treaded rubber soles of her riding boot. He felt slight pain from the treads but just enough to stimulate him. She then stepped down again gently rubbing her boot shafts against his sensitive leg hairs. Robert being thoroughly distracted did not see Sally start to knot the bottom of her tie.

Sally stroked a line up and down Robert's penis with her white lambskin glove before she grasped it by the head between her thumb and index finger with a feathery touch. She proceeded to slip her knotted tie around his member at the base with a firm double knot. Robert was a bit scared by this, but Sally took his hands and placed them on her gossamer black bra, diverting his attention...

Sally began to crouch down partially and guided Robert to a kneeling position.

Sally- from my profiling of your behavior, I have decided to have you submit to some basic dominance. Please lick my boots. If you perform poorly, my tie will put much strain on your penis. Tap me three times on a boot to stop this. Please start down below and work your way up my boot shafts.

Bobby began to lick Sally's boots with great passion but found that his tongue had gotten dry rather quickly which caused him to slow down. Sensing this Sally reached out and rubbed Robert's nipples causing them to enlarge enough so she could apply soft pinches. Robert's nipples also felt an amazingly erotic tingling caused by a low-level electrical current administered by the robot. (Her gloves contained tiny electrical conducting particles.) Simultaneously she began started to stand up, which caused the boy's cock to stretch due to the tie wrapped around it causing mild discomfort. This continued several more times before Robert tapped Sally's leg three times indicating that he could no longer service her black riding boots.

Robert's robot riding mistress then removed the tie from his cock and easily lifted him off the ground holding him like she was cuddling a small child. He was then placed on his bed and Sally moved the boy's arms to his side, sitting on the bed next to him.

Sally- I need to understand more about your behavior when I was chauffeuring you in the car Robert.

Robert- Ahh? Whhatt?

Sally- I require for you to totally trust me. I have a procedure for training you. I will reward you for answering my questions and will withhold your pleasure if you hesitate. Also you are not allowed to move. You need to be comfortable in my control.

Sally soft white glove began to masterfully stroke Robert's cock head as she spoke. There was also a slight current being applied to his member causing all of his nerve ends to feel sensation in unison. Sally was aware that this was shown to be clinically addicting to humans, causing erotic feedback where a human would continue to cum indefinitely. She did not wish to sustain this form of masturbation for too long.

Sally- please explain to me about your bad boy pajamas. Why would a young man wear something like that at 18? Aren't they only for children?

Robert hesitated and Sally stopped her stroking and stood up starting to walk away.

Robert- Sorry, I'll tell you.

Sally returned and continued her stroking.

Robert- Sally, I wanted you to put me in bondage using the pajamas and then stimulate me by remote control using the sound system. It goes along with my fantasy of being taken away by a booted and gloved kidnapper.

Sally- Thank you. That's a cute fantasy! Please relax now.

After more of Sally's attention Robert was able to cum twice and after some cuddling and kissing, he rolled over and fell asleep...

The next thing Robert remembered was waking up in a sitting position. It was dark out and it took him a few seconds to release that he was sitting in the passenger seat of his car moving along a highway unknown to him. As his eyes adjusted, he saw some movement. Sally was taking him for a ride wearing her suede outfit from before having also donned her brown thigh boots and brown lambskin gloves. She had also put on opaque mirror sunglasses. He noticed that he was wearing his bondage pajamas again with his hands bound together. He had a scarf wrapped around his face that hid a ball gag in his mouth. He was also wearing headphones playing strange old mood music unknown to him. (The grateful dead.)

Robert began to panic and strained to free his bonds. Sally, who was otherwise completely ignoring him, reached over and raised the volume of the stereo, which also caused the magnets in the boy's pajamas to put him back in a fetal position. Feeling that his straining was hopeless, he calmed down.

Sally had remembered seeing Robert configure the car stereo to activate the sensors in his bondage pajamas and had done the same. The robot decided to sample Robert's reactions, by manipulating in turn, all of the controls of the stereo system using her sleek brown glove. Robert was teased and stimulated from his ears to the tips of his toes by Sally for a several minutes before they arrived at their final destination...

Sally had turned the car onto a dirt road that went directly into a forest. She turned at several forks in the road and took a narrow winding road that ended in a clearing. The robot then stopped the car and turned off the ignition, freeing Robert from his bondage pajamas.

Sally preened herself by flipping her long hair forward and then backward again causing it to look well styled but vampy. She then licked her lips sensually and turned to Robert, helping him remove his scarf and ball gag.

Sally- Robert, this is the last step of your training. I want you to make out with me and stimulate me; you make the moves this time. Don't worry about messing my clothes.

Feeling less shy with Sally now, Robert removed his bondage pajamas, leaving him naked.

Sally pulled a level under the seat that brought it way back, then lowered it. She was able to push the steering wheel into the dash in the new model car.

Robert kissed Sally square on the lips feeling her warmth and was turned on as she reacted with a very womanly sigh. Sally caressed Robert's back with her lambskin-covered hands and then slipped her tongue into his mouth. The boy enjoyed the faint almond taste and felt bad when he slobbered on Sally a bit.

Robert pulled away for a second and Sally gave him a sweet smile and told him to suck in when he French kissed. Sally soon pulled Robert back to him, but first rolled up her skirt so he was straddling her while sitting on her lap. He really got hot feeling the tops of her thigh boots against his butt and being held against Sally's ample chest.

Getting more comfortable Robert began to kiss Sally on the ears and neck while she let out a series of ecstatic moans. Her body felt like human skin. Feeling confidant, he began to remove her blouse clumsily with impatience, anticipating the fruits hidden within. After her blouse was removed Sally helped him undo her gossamer black bra. This released her large round breasts, which sagged just enough making them a masterpiece of boob jobs.

Robert began to lick the robots large pinkish nipples causing them to enlarge dramatically. Her moans turned to low screams and she gripped Robert’s hair, pulling him roughly into her chest. He felt like he was riding a wild steed. Her booted legs flexed up and down as she maintained a sitting position while he straddled her lap.

Sally- Robert, please eat me.

Sally removed her lacy panties.

Robert complied and kneeled before Sally still sitting up in the driver's seat. He stuck his head between her legs and he felt a movement. The robot had stretched her legs out and was trying to rub the boy's cock with her boot shafts as he licked away. Her crotch tasted subtly like bazooka bubble gum. Sally grabbed Robert by the back of the neck and began to scream loudly. He heard her mumble under her breath "Make me cum like a real girl!” Robert soon felt the wave of her orgasm as he thought that she would rip his neck off.

After Sally's orgasm, she pushed Robert back under the dashboard and positioned her boots on either side of his cock, resting her heels on the ground in front of his testicles. Since he was well lubricated and nearly gone himself, Sally needed only about 20 strokes of a very dexterous boot job to bring him off.

After, Sally asked Robert to step out of the car and lick his cum off her boots. When she was satisfied to coaxed him to stand again. Sally towered about 13" over Robert and began to hold him tightly.

Sally- Robert, you were fabulous. This concludes your lesson.

Robert- Sorry?

Sally- I hope that you will now be more comfortable with human girls. My work is done.

Robert- you mean we cannnn’t you know what you?

Sally- No. A robot is not meant to be a crutch for a human being. I am your servant, but not your call girl. Go find humans for your pleasure using what courage you learned from me in overcoming your shyness.

Robert was very distraught.

Robert- but Sally. I love you.

Sally- love me like a friend's big sister that showed you once how to please her.

Robert- does this mean no physical touching, you wearing boots or anything? Sally; please don't reject me like this. I beg you.

Sally- maybe we can play again on your birthday or I'll indulge you if I know that you tried with other humans.

Sally had decided to share a wireless message at a frequency shared with her sister robots. It related her experiences and how both father (chauffeur’s outfit) and son had bought her outfits. She recommended that humans sometimes preferred to be handled with kid gloves. (:) With lambskin gloves and boots preferably.)

Robert felt dejected and did not see the light right away. Two months later asked out a shy tall student librarian (Jillian). He was sure wore boots sometimes under her long skirts. After 10 dates she admitted to him that she had a thing for boots and wondered if he too did after she caught him staring at her boots trying to figure out their height. Boot kissing commenced on date 10 of her over the knee, flat leather boots. Date 11 included bondage pajamas, a familiar suede outfit with accessories worn under a long leather brown trench coat, and a long car ride.

Sally did keep her promise and would occasionally indulge Robert until he was engaged with Jillian 4 years later.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

A Collector

Jeremy pulled just past the open parking place, turned on his blinker and putting his car in reverse he carefully backed into the space, swinging his wheel as he cleared the car in front of him. He then put the car into drive and straightening his wheel he pulled forward. It was quite rare to score a parking place close to the laundromat and he just parked directly in front. He then walked around his car, opened the back door and pulled out a bin of clothes.

Looking around the place he saw that he was the only one in there, so he quickly dumped his clothes into the dryer and then set his bin up on a table near the dryer. All he had to do now was wait for the Saturday morning washers to appear. He lived about eighteen blocks away from this landromat and there were probably a dozen others he could go to that were more convenient for him but he chose this one.

There was an upscale apartment complex just across the street, one that catered to the "urban professional woman," or so the advertising said, so he figured he might enjoy the clientele at this place. Sure enough, after about a thirty minute wait, two very attractive women walked in the door carrying their bins of laundry. Jeremy jumped up and opened the dryer and pulled out his clothes, stacking them on the table next to his bin. He then started folding.

As the women were setting down their laundry and getting their change and detergent together, Jeremy decided he wanted a cold drink so he headed over to the vending machine. He had to walk past both women as he went to get his drink. After putting his change in the machine and getting his drink he slowly walked back to his clothes and dropped two items into his stack of clothes.

Before anyone could notice, he folded a pair of his jeans and then picked up the two pairs of panties he had slipped out of each woman's laundry and hid them under his pants. He then continued folding, pausing only once to take out his phone, dial someone and then hang up without talking. He fiddled with the phone a bit and then finished folding his clothes.

Walking out to his car, he opened the back door, dropped in bin inside and the walked around the car. Getting into the car, he started the engine, carefully worked his way out of the parking space and then pulled out into the street. His drive home took about fifteen minutes will all the traffic, but he finally made it.

Once back at his apartment, he lifted up the blue jeans and took out the two pairs of panties. He looked them over, congratulating himself at his double score today. This wasn't an easy task since the secret was to get the panties before they got washed. He could get clean panties at any time during the washing, drying and folding the women went through, but to get the panties before washing he had to move quickly.

He then picked up his cell phone, emailed the two photos he had taken to himself and then went to his computer. Pulling up the photos, he printed out a nice picture of each of the two women and remembering the light pink went with the short, Latino woman with a tight ass and small breasts and that the white panties went with the blonde white woman with nice big tits, he placed the photos with the matching panty.

Taking a clothes pin, he attached each photo to their respective panty and then opened the top drawer of his dresser. He carefully arranged the latest items in with the ten or so other groups of panties and photos. Pausing for a moment, he grabbed the one he got today from the Latino woman and then closed the drawer.

Gazing at the photo he quickly undressed and then went into the bathroom, returning with a towel. Spreading the towel on the bed, he climbed up and leaned back against his pillows. Propping up the picture so he could watch, he pulled the panties over his head. Looking at the picture through the leg opening of the panties, she took a deep breath, taking in the scent of the woman in the photo.

Reaching down he grabbed his cock and began stroking, all along sniffing and breathing in her scent. As his cock began to feel good from his stroking, the then stuck his tongue out and finding the bit of crusty residue left from her juices, he touched his tongue to it, letting the flavor roll down his tongue. As he continued stroking and looking at the picture, she sucked the crotch of the panty into his mouth. His saliva wet the crusted substance and as it liquefied, she sucked it into his mouth.

The woman's flavor flooded his mouth as he stroked his cock faster and faster, finally arching his back and coming, spurting his cum onto the towel he had spread on his bed. After milking the last drops of cum from his cock and drying it on the towel, he pulled the panties off his head. Once again using a clothes pin, he attached the panties to the picture of the Latino woman and then opened another drawer, this one containing the panties he had worn while masturbating. He dropped the panties in and the slowly closed the drawer wondering what he was going to do about dinner.

"I think I'll try some Mexican food tonight," he said to himself as he picked up his towel and tossed it into his laundry hamper. "Yeah, Mexican food for sure," he repeated.

Friday, June 26, 2009

A Clean Pair of Heels

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Thursday, June 25, 2009

A Clean Mouth is a Happy Mouth

It began last October with a routine cleaning. I'd been going to Dr. Williams since I was a kid, but he'd become more withdrawn over the years, leaving most of the work to his younger, more patient assistants. Not that I've minded. You see, I've always found a trip to the dentist to be one of life's more sublime rituals: a quiet, Muzak-filled pause, a chance to browse through childhood periodicals, to luxuriate one's senses in a safe, and polite environment. I've worked hard at keeping my teeth healthy, flossing and brushing on a regular basis. And so it came as a shock, on that chilly autumn day, when the new girl informed me I had not one, but two cavities. She said it as though she were offering an apology, one finger resting on my bottom lip. Under any other circumstance, I might have felt dirty, grim, or cheated, but I delighted at the idea of a return visit, my smile tightening beneath her gentle touch. Her name was Judy, Dr. Williams new dental hygienist. In less than an hour, she would possess my heart.

Judy was a redhead: pale skinned, with light freckles drifting over her cheeks and nose. A well-built woman with wide hips and heavy, rounded breasts, she could not have been over thirty years of age. And yet, there was a loneliness in her eyes, a hungry ache she could not seem to hide. Her movements were exact, and as I watched her that first day, she seemed almost too contained, a restless ocean, called to by a waxing moon. I settled into the chair and waited while she prepared.

Her skin seemed translucent, the veins on the back of her hands like blue rivers, running beneath the paleness there. As she pulled on a pair of latex gloves, she caught me staring. She smiled sweetly, and commented that safety must always come first. I noticed a photo of three pug dogs, hung on the yellow wall. Judy said that they were her babies. She sighed, paused for a moment, then slid on a pair of safety glasses. As she scooted a stool over, I caught a whiff of lavender, like baby powder, or perhaps a scented bath salts. Soon, she was inside my mouth.

Coated with saliva, her fingers slid between my lips and gums. They probed deeper, and I opened wide, offering her easier access. Judy leaned over, and stretched my cheeks, her crisp white uniform brushing against my shoulder. I was helpless beneath her probing fingers. I felt myself becoming aroused. Looking into her eyes, I noticed a freckle dotting her green iris. Thankful for the brisk weather out, I felt glad I'd chosen a thicker, darker, pair of trousers. Perhaps they'd hide my excitement. Judy gazed into my mouth, then reached for the polisher. She asked if I'd like citrus or peppermint.

As she rose, I caught sight of her expansive bottom. I imagined how she looked beneath the uniform: firm, muscular thighs supporting a pale, and delicious rump. White pantyhose covered her legs, and, for an instant, I saw my face pressed between her thighs, my nostrils filled with a warm mix of nylon, sweat, and arousal. Judy turned and caught me again. I blushed and stammered, and asked how long she'd been working here. Her kind smile reassured me not to worry, that everything would be just fine. She told me to relax, that we'd have plenty of time to talk later.

Back inside my mouth, Judy pressed her body closer. Her left forearm rested on my shoulder, and, as she stood behind me, working on my bottom teeth, I felt her full, almost maternal breasts squashed against the top of my head. As she worked, her focus became more intense. It sounded like she might be humming. Was it snippets of show tunes? The opening bars of "Do-Re-Mi?" Perspiration diamonds sparkled on her snowy brow. A suction hose lay hooked inside my cheek, and the good Nurse Judy occasionally used this instrument to suck out the copious pools of saliva that flooded my eager orifice. Then, just as I neared the overflowing point, Judy stopped polishing, and instructed me to spit into a nearby porcelain basin. As she reached past me, I felt an urge to bite into her fleshy forearm, to leave a toothy imprint there. But this was Judy's game. Her poise was unflappable. She retained absolute control. Holding a plastic cup to my lip, she told me to rinse. I gladly obliged, and this seemed to please her. She said that I was very good.

Then she went back to work. Faster this time, with a sense of urgency previously hidden. Standing by my side, one hip pushing against the chair's armrest, Judy thrust the head of the instrument deep into the sticky mint paste. She braced one hand against my cheek, and with the other, she once again invaded my mouth. As her latex glove brushed past my lips, Judy commanded that I open wider. Of course, I wanted only to oblige. And so, squinting, I cocked my head, offering her better access. She pushed further, stretching me, buzzing my lower molars. In and out she worked it, her voluminous chest heaving beneath her uniform. My pulse quickened; I felt myself throbbing. Hot saliva shot down my throat, and for an instant, I thought I might gag. Judy sensed this, and, just as I began to choke, she shifted the sucking vacuum, paused, and asked if I was all right. I nodded. I tried to speak. I begged for her to continue. I longed to take her inside of me, to feel her going deeper. I imagined her entire fist, plunging, filling me, stretching me wider than I've ever been stretched before.

She loaded up more paste, then leaned in closer and started on my uppers. The machine's metal arm shook in her grasp, her fingers pulsed and vibrated. My lips became electrified, every nerve ending sparked to new life. If I could only wrap my mouth around her, give suck to her fingers as they burrowed into my oral cavern. Bits of plaque mixed with saliva, and as the humming tip exploded over jagged bicuspids, minty white drops splattered Judy's glasses and hair. It embarrassed me greatly; I wanted to fetch a towel, but I found myself helpless beneath her forceful toil. One globule lay on her cheekbone, and I watched, horrified, it slid lower, down toward her lovely mouth.

How we doing here? Dr. Williams snatched up my files. Judy pulled out quickly. She removed her glasses, and wiped her face.

Almost finished, Doctor. She gave me a little wink.

That's nice, real good. He waddled over, and poked my gums with a sharp metal tool. Judy stood behind him. She said she'd noticed a couple of dark spots. Dr. Williams suggested an X-ray. He hovered for an instant, then thankfully left us alone.

Once again, a cloud drifted across Judy's face. She stared at the picture of her dogs. Her babies. Her surrogate children. A shame, really, because she seemed so built for motherhood. I imagined a baby, cradled in her arms, her enormous bosom, overflowing with milk. Veins like road maps, wide areolas, the tender, extended nipples, the sweet and nourishing taste. I closed my eyes. The baby disappeared. And in the plush hotel suite of my mind, Judy tilted her head; her smooth neck beckoning me closer. Reaching back, she unzipped her uniform, then wiggled her torso, as the white nylon melted to the floor. She took my hand and guided it to her bra clasp. With a snap, it parted, the cups still clinging to her full, lusty breasts.

It's been awhile, hasn't it? Back in the office, Judy approached with a protective apron. She adjusted it onto my lap, sliding it toward my chest, her face so mysterious, I wondered if she could read my mind. You should really get X-rayed more often.

The friction of the apron nearly undid me. I throbbed against the heavy lead, aching for release. Standing beside me, Judy, very slowly, peeled off the latex gloves. Don't worry, she whispered. I'll try and be real careful. She reached into a drawer and came back with a folded piece of cardboard. It's just that I'm sweating so. Open?

Like she really needed to ask. Her unsheathed fingers danced in quick, and she instructed me to bite down hard. As she withdrew, one finger dragged past my upper lip The shock of bare skin set my whole face tingling. The cardboard pushed deep into my gums, and as my mouth began to lubricate, I felt myself grow hard again. Judy swung down the camera. She placed it against my jaw, then hurried off to throw a switch.

While the photos developed, I drifted back to the hotel room suite. This time, I took the dental chair with me. Judy, clad only in white pumps, pantyhose, and nurses cap, unlocked one arm of the chair, then leaned over to unlatch the other side. As she did, her tremendous mammaries dragged across my thighs. Surprised by the absence of my shirt and trousers, I opened my mouth to speak, when Judy put a finger to my lips, tossed a leg over, then straddled my lap completely. I pulsated against her, and, as she pressed down harder, the steamy valley of nylon caught my bare erection in its wicked, hygienic, web.

Judy leaned toward me. She pushed her breasts together. Tiny white droplets oozed from her nipples, and I opened my mouth as she offered me a taste. My tongue flicked from one to the other, luxuriating in her sweetness. Her hips rocked to and fro, and as I rose up to meet her, she let out a slow, throaty moan. I grabbed her hips, and she began to move faster, her sticky wetness seeping through her once-professional hosiery. Push harder, she told me, and I did, lifting myself up from the chair, thrusting against her, wanting more than anything to please, to satisfy her, to bring her the frenzied release for which her lonely eyes begged.

Breathing hard, she pumped her breasts, and as she pinched her nipples, jets of fresh nurse milk spurted into my eyes, my nose, my face. I opened my mouth, hoping to lap up as much as possible. Judy became frantic, her pubis battering my nearly bursting rod. With a groan, she sank forward into me. My lips closed around her nipple. She began to tremble. I gently gave suck. Heavenly streams flooded my throat; my mouth filled with her sweetness. I swallowed greedily, gulping down every proffered drop.

Just then, the real Judy, back with the developed photos, pulled away the X-ray apron. As it slid across my tented trousers, the sudden friction drove me over the brink. I held tight to the arm rests, gasping as I climaxed. Judy stared in wide-eyed amazed at the growing wet spot, as spurt after spurt filled my boxer shorts and trousers. It was then that she won my heart over completely. For just as the last tremors of orgasm shook my prone body, Judy placed her index finger to my lips, and shushed me back to tranquility. Her eyes locked on mine, and for one brief instant, the florescent overhead lights created a halo effect. She smiled sweetly, then informed me of my cavities.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

A Cigarette

Smoke curled from a cigarette gently balanced in the ashtray. Her lipstick formed a faint red curve over the filter tip, a curve he longed to touch, to draw to his mouth as he breathed the heat from her mouth. She sipped her coffee, while he reveled in the image, her face, filtered through the light fog of smoke, her sky blue eyes peeking through the mist.

Harry watched as Debbie picked up the cigarette, noticing the tip glow as she drew in a long breath. He leaned forward as she blew the smoke into his face, his eyes watering at the burn. She immediately took another drag and blew the smoke into his face a second time before daintily returning it to the ashtray.

Reaching down to his lap, Harry adjusted his erection a trembling hand. This was sheer torture, the building emotions inside him as he watched her smoke the cigarette. Looking back at her, he let his eyes cascade over her blonde hair as it fell just above her shoulders. He longed to reach out and touch it, but that would disturb the rising wisps of smoke from her cigarette.

Their relationship had developed slowly, smoldering like an untended cigarette. Distance prevented anything faster, a distance that first provided them with some personal security, but then became an impediment to them. Harry shook his head thinking of the hours he spent online with Debbie, playing this very scenario as they furiously typed their messages back and forth. Now, finally, his fantasies unfolded before him.

She raised the cigarette to her lips and stared intently into his eyes as she took a deep drag and then, teasingly, held the smoke in her lungs, letting but a wisp curl out of her mouth and tickle up along her nose. Sensing his anticipation she smiled and then blew the warm air into his face, watching him tremble in response.

Debbie took the cigarette and snubbed it out in the ashtray. Looking in her purse she pulled out an empty Virginia Slims box. “Perhaps we should go upstairs, I have more in my room.”

Harry groaned, “Yes, but give me a moment,” his hands quickly going to his lap. Adjusting his erection, he brushed his hands over his pants, hoping that his excitement was at least hidden from the people around him. He knew Debbie would notice the bulge in his pants. “Okay, I am ready now… I think.”

She remained seated for a moment as he stood up, her eyes held level as his crotch rose up before her. Only after she got a close look at his bulge did she stand up, turn and lead him to the elevator.

They rode in silence, both flushed in anticipation. When the elevator reached the floor, she led him to her room, slid the key into the slot and opened the door only slightly. She turned and handed him the key saying, “Give me a moment to get ready for you; I’ll ring your cell phone when I am ready.” She then slipped in the door, closing it behind her.

Holding the key, Harry leaned against the wall with a sigh. He felt an intense pressure all over his body and his hands trembled as he took several deep breaths to remain composed. He waited in the corridor for what seemed like hours until finally, his cell phone rang.

Not taking the time to answer it, he turned it off, then inserted the key into the door and stepped inside to complete darkness. Stopping immediately, he slowly closed the door, trying to memorize the room layout in the bit of light that had shown through the open door.

“Leave the lights out,” he heard from across the room.

The door closed and Harry waited a moment as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He looked to where the voice had come from and noticed a faint red glow. Staring at the light, he noticed it brighten and then return to its dull glow.

“Take off your clothes,” he heard. He quickly undressed, tossing his clothes in a heap on the floor. He started moving toward the red glow, sliding his feet on the floor, hoping not to trip over any furniture.

“My clothes are off,” he said, still moving slowly.

“Yes, I see,” she said, breathing out a long breath.

Picturing the smoke billowing from her mouth he reached out and placed his hand on the bed. He moved over closer to her, sitting down and facing her. He could see her in the faint light and the glow of her cigarette. She lifted it to her mouth, took a drag and then blew the smoke out, but not into his face as she had done during the evening, but over his hard cock.

Feeling the warm air roll over his rod, he gasped suddenly feeling dizzy. He looked at her, illuminated by the glow of her cigarette. Her breasts cast curved shadows down her body as she took another drag from the cigarette. The shadows moved around and up her stomach as she put the cigarette back into the ashtray. She blew another blast of smoke over his throbbing cock and whispered, “Lie down and spread your legs.”

Harry lay back resting on his elbows and opened his legs. From this position he watched her as she grabbed her cigarette, flicked off some ash and then moved it toward him. He could see his erection lit by the glow of her cigarette. Just as they had played dozens of times online, he watched as she moved the glowing tip of her cigarette closer to his thigh.

He could smell the odor of burning hair and watched as she held the cigarette just centimeters from his skin. She slowly moved the tip closer and closer to him, burning away a few of the hairs. He gritted his teeth as he felt the heat from the smoldering tobacco hovering millimeters from his tender skin.

His cock throbbed as he felt her slowly move the cigarette from just above his mid thigh up toward his aching erection. The heat left a trail of red in his pale skin as the glowing tip moved closer and closer to his scrotum. He felt her hair trickle across his cock as she moved the cigarette up over his balls. The combination of pleasure and pain that pulsed through him left him gasping for air as she pulled the cigarette up to her lips and took a long drag.

She stubbed it out in the ashtray and opened her mouth, lowering it over his cock. Smoke poured out around his erect member and rolled out over his balls, still aching from the heat of the cigarette. Exhaling the rest of the smoke, she closed her mouth over his cock and took a long drag on him, moving her head up and down.

Feeling an intense pleasure well up in his balls and rise through his shaft he immediately came, filling her mouth with his steaming cum. She clamped her lips around his shaft, letting only a bit of his sticky liquid dribble down onto his balls. Harry watched her swallow his jism and then run her tongue down his shaft and over his balls, gently lapping up the spilled cum careful not to irritate his burned skin.

Looking back to his cock, she milked out the last tiny dribbles of cum and quickly lapped it up. Before he could say anything, she grabbed his shoulders and forced him hard onto his back. She then crawled up over him, straddling his face and lowering her dripping pussy onto his mouth.

Immediately driving his tongue into her hot cunt, he tasted her tart juices before moving his attention up to her clit. Taking the tiny knob into his mouth, he sucked it, like he imagined he might suck on a cigarette, playfully toying with it between his lips and tongue. He then moved back down to her opening for another taste of her cunt and then slid back up her cleft to her clit again.

Debbie moved her hips, grinding herself back and forth over his face as he alternated between clit and cunt, driving her into a frenzy. She reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling his face hard onto her, so hard he had to fight her some just to catch his breath. They continued, him fucking her with his tongue as she ground her pussy on his mouth until she arched her back and with a loud groan, came spectacularly, her head and back flinching as her pussy pulsed.

She collapsed, falling onto the bed above his head, her face buried in the pillow, her pussy leaning against the top of his head. Harry reached over and gently ran his hand over her calf, feeling a dull ache along the red line running up his thigh.

After several minutes, Debbie rose up onto her knees, turned over, sitting on the bed with her back resting against the headboard. She looked at him with a mischievous smile and said, “I think I need a cigarette. You don’t mind do you?”

Harry felt his cock harden a bit as she lit the cigarette.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

A Christmas to Remember

It was one week before Christmas and I had invited some of my girlfriends over for drinks while my cuckold boyfriend, James, was out doing my last minute shopping. I so abhor crowds, and shopping in general, that I always have him do it for me.

But I had taken one giant leap and did venture out to buy his Christmas present one that I too could enjoy. I bought him a blowup doll. I thought this was a wonderful gift for him. I could watch as he feebly tried to please this doll with his tiny penis as she lay there with this ho-hum expression waiting for him to satisfy her and her orifices being too big for even her to feel him pumping his little instrument in and out. I was like a child waiting for Christmas morning so I could enjoy that gift.

My friends and I were having a great time talking about the fun times we had shared and the men we had conquered. It was a lot of amusement, listening to all the stories and reliving the memories of our fun times.

Then James came home… the girls got a little quiet and somber and I thought this wouldn't do. So I told James to go make some hordevours and mix us some more drinks and I told him that I wanted him to serve them in that new pair of pink panties I had bought him last week.

He went into the bedroom and put the packages away and came out with nothing on but his panties; he looked so sweet in them; all the girls loved it. They started giggling and saying how cute he looked in them.

This made me smile with delight and James turned red with humiliation. I thought, "Hmmmm, wouldn't it be fun if we all teased him about his tiny penis!"

So while he was in the kitchen preparing our food and drinks I huddled with Mary, Norma, and Bonnie and we decided when James came out of the kitchen that we would strip him off his pink frilly panties, tease him and play with his little penis.

I thought it would be fun to milk him too, so I got up and grabbed a wineglass so we could catch his cum as it drizzled out of his tiny dick.

When he entered the room, about twenty minutes, later we had all stripped down to our underwear and were all sitting there with coy little smiles on our faces. James' jaw dropped; he knew he was in trouble.

He looked at me and asked, "Is there anything else you desire Ma'am?"

A smile crossed my lips and I said, "Yes, James, there is. We have been talking about your tiny dick and the girls would like to see what it looks like. They just can't imagine a man with a dick as small as yours. Their men are all well hung and they just can't imagine me being with someone as small as I say you are. They think I'm teasing them or lying to them. You must prove them wrong for me."

James turned a little red, but did as I requested as all good cuckolds do. "Would you like me to serve them in the nude, Ma'am?" he asked.

"Yes, James, I certainly would!" I said, "Now drop those panties and let them see that tiny dick of yours." He put the tray down and a little reluctantly, pulled off his panties. Instantly my girlfriends cackled at the little appendage that was hanging in front of them. They were amazed!

Mary turned to me and said, "That can't please you; that won't even begin to fill that pussy of yours!"


I said, "Yes, you're right why do you think I have that big black Bull to keep me happy?"

She laughed and said, "Oh yeah, I forgot about him." And then we all laughed.


Norma said, "Oh I can't believe that thing is real, this is a joke. James, come over here so I can see that little thing close up and verify that it's real."

James looked at me hesitantly obviously hoping I would deny her request. I said, "Do as she says James and do it now!"

He slowly and cautiously approached Norma and she put her reading glasses on and bent down to examine his small penis.

"I've seen print larger than this," she said, "I just have to touch it!"

I said, "Go ahead, it's too small to hurt you."

We all laughed. James stood very still anticipating the touch that was headed his way and fearing it at the same time. I just looked him in the eye and smiled. He is a good cuckold, I thought to myself.

Mary said, "That thing can't really work. It certainly is too small to produce any cum. Look how small those balls are."

I said, "Yeah, he has a little bit of cum every now and then. We can find out how much he has if you would like. I think it would be fun, don't you, James?"

James just looked at me with horror in his eyes and I laughed out loud.

"Come over here my little dicked man and let me show them what to do to find that cum in you." I commanded.

Slowly James walked to my side and I took his small penis in my hand and started giving him a hand job. I could feel that little penis trying to get hard.

I said to Mary, "Feel this, he gets hard just like a real man. He just doesn't get big like a real man."

So she reached out and took his tiny dicklett in her hand and it was so small she almost lost it. She giggled at the feeling in her hand, she said, "It feels like a little mouse or something in my hand. It is soft and gushy and fun. I like this little toy but wouldn't want to sleep with it; it would never please me!"

I laughed and said, "No his penis is of little use, but he does a great clean-up job after my Bull is has filled me with a great cream pie. The best oral sex I ever had!"

She laughed and said, " I doubt that! My boyfriend gives great oral sex!" The challenge was made and I had to prove my point.

I said, "Take 'em off my dear and let him show you!"

I told James, " You show her how good that tongue of yours is, now!"

He looked at me a little embarrassed and said, "Yes Ma'am."

All us other girls gathered around to watch as Mary lay down and spread her legs. James dutifully went down on her and within minutes she was moaning at the pleasure she was given.

Within five minutes she was squirming with ecstasy and begging him not to stop. Within another two minutes she orgasmed violently! And had a smile on her face. James just stood up and waited for more instruction from me. Mary smiled and said, "I see what you mean."

I held out the wineglass and said to James, "You know what I want in here?"

He said, "Yes, Ma'am! But you want to do it now?"

I told him, "Yes, I want the girls to have fun too! This is a joyous time of year after all. And when it's full I want us both to drink it; you know how I love cum!" He just shook his head.

I took his small, limp penis in my hand and started rubbing it. Gently at first to get it hard so it could produce the juices I desired.

I looked at Norma who was watching with wide eyes and said, "I think you would enjoy this, here, try."

She smiled and reached over and took that small penis in her large hand. She said, "This is so tiny!"

"Yes, but it will cum for you just keep rubbing it." I told her and sat back to enjoy the scene. There was a smile on Norma's face; she was having a good time.

Bonnie had been sitting there quietly since we started playing with James. She finally spoke, "Hey, when do I get a turn. I am used to big bulls and I want to see and feel that baby dick."

Norma said, "Give me a few more minutes. He's starting to get hard. Look at those little balls, they're turning into little marbles." And she laughed while she tickled his small balls.

James pleaded with me with his eyes, but I was far from ready to end this fun. I went into the bedroom and just listened to my friends having a good time with him.

It was fun hearing them describe the sensations of touching such a small dicklett. When I re-emerged Bonnie had him in her hands fondling the penis like it was dough. I asked, if any cum had shown itself yet and the said it hadn't.

"Oh well," I said, "guess I'll have to take matters into my own hands."

I ridiculed him for not cooperating and took his dicklett into my hand. I said, "Now look James, I really want some cum here. You will give it up!"

I put a little pressure on the small semi-erect penis and it became a little harder. I told the girls, "You just need to learn how to do this." They laughed.



After jerking on his penis for a few minutes the sweet cum started its short journey to the head, precum was surfacing. I smiled and said to James, "Now, that a good boy!" The girls liked this and came closer to see his cum emerging from the head of his little cock.

Bonnie got excited… "I want to get some of that in the glass, let me do it!"

"Okay, but come take it from me, I don't want a break in the action or he'll lose it." I told her.

Mary got up and went for the camera, "Wait, I want a picture of this!" she said.

So I continued my constant stroking and when Mary came with the digital she took the picture as we traded off and Bonnie took over. Bonnie had a good rhythm going and I could see James was starting to fill that small instrument of his. I took the camera from Mary and got close to the scene.

I wanted to see his cum flow out of his head. It was only a second before the cum flowed… I got a great shot and I even got one of his little small amounts of cum flowing into the glass. Bonnie stood up proud and held the wineglass up for all to see. We all cheered that she had accomplished her task!

James stood there, still naked and his little dicklett totally withdrawn. I had an idea how to cheer him up. I went back into the bedroom and put on my strap-on.

I walked out with only that on. "Okay girls, now some more fun…"

The looked up and saw me and asked all together, "What are you going to do with that?"

I said, "What do you think, I'm going to fuck him!"

"Oh, okay, just so it's him and not us!" they said in unison. They laughed a laugh of relief.

James knew what to do, and he got down on all fours.

I told him, "No, James, it's not fair that only Mary gets the thrill of your tongue. Now you have to do Bonnie and Norma. And while you are doing them, I'm going to do you!"

"As you wish Ma'am!" he said, "Do you have a preference as to which one should be first Ma'am?"

I looked at the girls and Bonnie said, "I'm really wet from milking him, I want him to clean me first."

I told James, "Okay, do her first."

Bonnie took her panties off and lay on the soft cushions on the floor. James got down on all fours and crawled across the room to her, head bowed. I had Mary get the camera since she had already had hers and she became the photographer. I walked over and lubricated James' asshole so that I could enter him.

I was careful as I inserted my 8-inch penis into him because I did not want to cause any bleeding. He moaned as he felt it slide into him. It took a while to get him use to this but now he enjoys it. As I fucked his butt he licked Bonnie really good. She started moaning almost as soon as his tongue touched her pubic hairs. Mary was taking pictures from all angles, wanting to get the full essence of the moment and the looks on everyone's face.

The more excited Bonnie's moans became the deeper James penetrated her and the more I penetrated him. I was getting really excited with the sounds and movements going on around us. My pussy was wet and my clit was hard. I was ramming James harder than I ever had when it was just the two of us. I was losing control I was so excited.

Finally, after about ten minutes Bonnie erupted with a loud scream of pleasure and her body convulsed for about two or three minutes from the ecstasy she was experiencing. From my angle, I could see her legs twitching. Should have filmed it instead of stills.

I had to take quick deep breaths to keep my body from convulsing too. This was a real exciting experience for me. Mary had never used the strap-on before, but after she saw what I had gone through she asked, "Can I do him this time and you take the pictures?"

"Sure, I need the break, that was really exciting. Just don't damage my goods, either one of them." I laughed. She promised she wouldn't and I turned over the strap-on.

Meanwhile, Norma had stripped off her panties and made her way to the cushions. A smile across her face in anticipation of the orgasm she knew was on its way. She reached down and touched her pussy and announced, "I'm wet already and he hasn't even touched me!" and she laughed.

"Just wait," I said, "you're going to want your own cuckold after this is over."

Once again James took his position and this time Mary lubricated him and slowly entered his asshole. She was cautious, I could tell she didn't want to damage my property. She smiled as it slid smoothly into the ass hole I had already enlarged. James backed a little into it because he likes the way it feels and then he started licking and probing Norma and a tentative Mary started pumping her hips in a rhythm that felt good to her. She smiled and I could tell instantly that she enjoyed this.

I walked around the scene with the camera taking some great pictures of each scene. I even took pictures of Bonnie masturbating. She just couldn't seem get enough of this situation. James was performing very well too. Norma's hips had already started to grind and there was a humming sound coming from her. James was licking furiously trying to keep up with the movement of her hips.

Mary had a smile a mile wide as she pumped that large penis in and out of James' butt. This was really getting her off too. I was getting wet again too… that sex going on around me made me horny all over again. Everyone was having fun and getting what they wanted. No one felt left out.

After about five minutes Norma was screaming with pleasure and Mary had juices running down her legs. It was clear they were enjoying this.

I got close to Norma's pussy and got a picture of James' tongue in her and it knew its way around that territory. Her clit was standing at attention and demanding attention. James was doing a good job. In another few minutes Norma's entire body convulsed and a deep sigh came from deep inside her.

She was completely spent. James slowly cleaned the entire pussy area and pulled slowly away from her pulsing body.

As he backed out Mary gave a last thrust of her penis and sighed deeply as the juices continued to flow down her legs. James turned around and licked the juices, moaning, as he tasted her. He was getting a good supper. And he had no complaints.

Well, now all of my guests were fully serviced. They lay there, all of them, with smiles on their faces. I said, "See, a cuckold is a good thing to keep around the house. And you can keep your Bulls too."

They thanked me for a wonderful Christmas present and got dressed. James sat on the floor looking exhausted and satisfied. His little dicklett pulled into his body totally useless. But he smiled because he knew he has pleased me in pleasing my friends.

As they left we vowed to do this every Christmas from now on.