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The club, femdom Ex-girlfriend.

This is a story about a guy who regularly visits an adult private sex-club, and so he does tonight. But tonight he runs into his ex-girlfriend, her new boyfriend and their female friend. The guy somehow gets convinced to join them and gets dominated. This story contains forced male bi-sexual acts.

Saevelle and Vexus Fantasy

This actually is a roleplay my guy and I have been working on for 5 months. We’ve been very devoted to it and I hope you enjoy it. I can’t think of a good description other than ‘it’s off the wall’.

Summer of 79 Chapter 2

Gail’s lessons continue. I know this is moving slowly for some of you but you have to keep in mind I’m working the “sceared virgin” angle here. It will heat up soon.

James’ Gay Awakening Part 3

If you have read the other parts this will make more sense
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As James drove home he figured me may as well accept Ben’s invitation to go watch a movie, so upon arriving home, he texted him back “Yeah sure, what time?”
As James got home, he quickly ran upstairs to the bathroom so his sister Claire wouldn’t see him covered in her boyfriends’ cum. He showered and got changed then checked his phone again.
He had a text from Ben “9, we’ll play some xbox first”
James had to admit to himself, he was quite anxious about what was going to happen, as the last time he saw Ben, Ben had called him a fag and mocked him. But at the same time, that cock.. and it wasn’t even hard when he saw it!
He went down to the kitchen and saw his sister cooking something. She was wearing a miniskirt that barely hid her round ass, and every time she bent over the oven James caught a glimpse of her perfect ass cheeks.
“You eating here or at Ben’s?” She asked.
“How did you know I’m going to Ben’s?” Asked James, confused.
“Oh, he told me” She replied, winking at him. That confused him, why did she wink at him? She never did that. Did Ben tell her something? “Well?” She probed.
“Oh, yeah, I guess so”
“Do you want me to save you something for when you come back anyway?”
“Yeah, thanks, see you later, I’m off now”
James grabbed his phone and keys and went to Ben’s house.
He knocked at the door and Ben answered it, wearing some football shorts and a hoodie. James noticed how quiet it was.
“Where’s the family?” he asked.
“Oh, they went away for the weekend” replied Ben. For whatever reason that made James slightly nervous. “want to play some Halo?”
“Why not” said James. They played for about an hour before they got a bit bored.
“Shall we make this more interesting?” Said Ben with a smirk.
“What do you mean?”
“Lets bet on it, you win, I do what you tell me to do, and If I lose, you tell me what to do”. James was better at Halo than Ben, and considering he had had a few beers, and won most of the games already he felt quite confident.
“Haha sure, shouldn’t be too hard!” Laughed James, he turned his eyes towards the TV and didn’t see Ben’s evil grin. The game was really close going into the last few minutes, both James and Ben paying utmost attention to the game. James’ eyes were glued to the screen but he noticed movement in his peripheral vision, Ben was pulling the leg of his shorts up a bit, revealing the bulbous head of his monster cock. James eyes shot from the screen to the massive dick and lingered there for a few seconds, long enough for Ben to swoop in and win the game!
Ben jumped up and celebrated, laughing evilly, he cock back in the shorts.
“That’s not fair! You distracted me”
“A Bets a bet!” shouted Ben, gleefully.
“Fine. What do I have to do?”
“Put this on!” Said Ben, pulling out a tiny thong from the pocket of his shorts.
“No way! Where did you even get that from?” said James
“I got it online” said Ben, matter-of-factly “and if you don’t put it on, I’ll tell everyone at school that you have a tiny dick!”
“its not that small” said James, exasperated “5 inches is average!”
“No it’s not, and you aren’t even 5!”
“Fine.” Said James, deflated. He went into the bathroom to put it on. James wasn’t in amazing shape, but he had always done pushups and squats, and because of the squats he had quite a round but. Someone had once said he had a bubble butt in the school changing rooms, and since then he didn’t use the school changing rooms anymore. He had also always had a completely hairless ass, for whatever reason. He put the thong on, squeezing into it as it was far to small. the front bit of fabric barely contained his tiny cock.
He timidly walked back out into the room.
“Wow, your cock is small!” Laughed Ben “Turn around!” He demanded. James did so, slowly
“Your ass is amazing!” said Ben, surprised. “Never really thought you had a nice, round, milky, bubble butt!”
James didn’t know what to say, he felt so ashamed and was in a state of shock.
“Here, come sit on my lap and we will start the movie.” James tried to mumble something but Ben cut him off.
“Now!”
James slowly lowered his thong clad juicy ass onto Ben’s lap. Right away he could feel Ben’s gigantic member underneath him, lying down right between his ass cheeks.
“Eugh, are you hard?” James stammered.
“Nope” said Ben, proudly.
The film started. James hated horror movies, they always scared him. This was some weird Spanish one that James hadn’t even heard of. About 20 minuted in, James felt Ben’s hands slowly reach towards his ass and slowly started massaging it. As he did this, James felt the python he was sitting on start to grow. James knew it was around 9 soft, as Ben had told him, but how big was this thing hard!?
He felt it grow, and grow, and grow. When would it stop??
“Right, that’s it!” Said Ben, loudly, pausing the movie. “Get up!” James did. Ben stood up too, and pulled his shorts and pants down. James slowly turned around and laid his eyes on the biggest piece of cock meat he had ever seen. It was unreal, long, veiny, pulsing and the head was massive! James’ knees went weak and he dropped to them unintentionally. Ben laughed
“H-How big..” James stammered
“Pretty fucking big” said Ben casually. He picked it up and dropped it over James’ face. James felt the heat coming off it. Ben’s balls were dangling right in his face. They were huge, at least the size of golf balls.
“Turn around, let me see that ass!” Ben demanded. James obeyed.
“Your ass is incredible” said Ben, as he kneaded both cheeks “I can’t believe I never noticed before. It might be even better than your sisters! Either way, she’s next!”
“Please don’t fuck my sister!” James begged. Ben laughed. Ben then reached for some baby oil and started slathering up James’ bubble butt.
“Look at that ass!” Exclaimed Ben. He pulled the thong down, revealing James’ tiny pink hole. He slapped each cheek hard with his giant meat before placing the massive head at James’ hole.
“Ben! Please dont fu-” James was cut of as Ben rammed his giant member in. “Please! Its far too deep!”
“Too deep?” Laughed Ben “you got another 10 inches, at least” Another 10!? James thought to himself, how fucking big is this thing!?
He felt it begin to go deeper. And deeper, and deeper. James was sure he could feel it coming up his throat. He tried to speak but couldn’t. It was almost as if Ben’s cock was controlling him. It went deeper still, until finally he felt Ben’s pelvis touching his ass. Ben paused for a moment, then mercilessly started ramming James as hard and fast as he could.
James was struggling to stay conscious as he was savaged by Ben’s huge piece of meat. With one swift move Ben flipped him over so he was looking right into James’ eyes. Ben grinned at James as he plowed him. He then threw him onto the sofa and continued. Ben fucked him in every conceivable position until he was back in doggy.
“Get ready to be pregnant gay boy!” Said Ben triumphantly, as he began shooting load after load into James. James could feel himself get pumped full of cum. After shooting countless loads into James, Ben stood up, and pulled his pants up. James was lying there in a sweaty mess, cum seeping out of his fat ass.
“I.. can’t.. move” James stammered, as he tried to prop himself up. Ben laughed
“Get ready for round 2 bitch!”
Part 4 coming soon

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Rider Chapter 2

As you may remember, I went on a bit of a bender after Rose’s death. It’s been five years, just over, since she disappeared. As I said, I’ve seen a few other women, with always the same outcome – I just couldn’t handle the closeness, the sense of loss for what I once had.
Well, not a lot has happened since I wrote the last story, about a year and a half ago. I’m still in my job – I managed not to get fired, just – and I’m still a regular at the bar. Got a couple of grey hairs now, though, but I’ve managed not to put on any pounds, thank God. Stayed off the rollies too, and feeling much better for it.
This takes place just a few months ago, on the five year anniversary of Rose’s vanishing.
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Right, where was I that night? Easy to answer – the bar. And tonight, I was going to get utterly, utterly hammered. As I discovered, five years doesn’t dull the pain nearly as much as it should.
I’d drunk til closing time, then given John – same old barman! – a few roubles on the side, and he’d returned with a bottle of Vodka. “On the breakages,” he muttered, and I nodded gratefully. It wasn’t the first time.
I sat outside on the step, in the shelter of the doorway to avoid the falling snow. Raising the bottle, toasting the flickering street-light a few yards away, I worked my way round the lump in my throat and whispered, “Here’s to you, Rose, wherever you are. Remember I love you.” And with that, I buried my head in my arms and started to cry.
The purring of an engine did little to rouse me from my stupor, until a voice broke the relative silence to say, “You all right, buddy?” There was the click of a door, and I raised my head to look up. A woman, dressed in cast-off mechanics’ overalls, was standing on the pavement, looking down at me. Hurriedly I wiped my face on my sleeve, stumbling to my feet. “Erh, yeah, I’m ok really. Just a little emotional,” I slurred, not looking at her.
There was no response. Still staring at the ground in shame, I shrugged and looked at my bottle. I was just about to ask her to leave, when she suddenly spoke.
“Pete… Peter?”
I spun round to look at her, neatly depositing myself at her feet as I did so, the slippery snow and the alcohol doing nothing for my composure. She reached down and grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet. I looked at her, and saw in that worn face someone I knew, someone I loved. “Rose? Is… is that you?” She nodded, and her arms went out to me just as mine went out to her.
We stood, holding each other on the pavement, for long minutes. When she pulled back, she had tears on her cheeks. Without a word, she tugged me to her car, and drove in silence to my flat.
When we reached my flat I groped in my pockets for my key, finally extracting it and sheepishly proffering it to Rose, explaining, “I really doubt I could open this lock anytime soon!” She looked at me for a second, then took the key and opened the door, pulling me through and locking it behind her. I extricated myself from her grasp and stumbled to the bathroom, locking the door and then throwing up, hard, into the toilet. Pulling myself up and staring into the grimy mirror, I shook my head at the state I was in, and splashed some icy water on my face.
Still gasping from the shock of the cold water, I left the bathroom, walking discernibly straighter than before, and found Rose had put some coffee on to boil. I stood beside her at the kitchen counter and took her in my arms. Burying my head in her hair, I took in her scent, remembering it like she’d left only yesterday.
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Over coffee she told me what happened.
“The day I was due to meet you, I got car-jacked, around three hundred miles outside Moscow. It was a young man and his girlfriend. He kept his car, and gave mine to her. I heard later she died in it, but I don’t know anything about that. The guy – he called himself Vladimir – forced me into his car. Turns out that there’s a large Clan – maybe two hundred riders – who’ve taken up residence in what was once a peasant village, that was abandoned and forgotten in the Stalin purges. I don’t think it even has a name. They called it the Enclave.
“Vlad was surprisingly protective of me. The rapes I’d heard of never happened, though there were some close moments. He was pretty good to me, all in all.
“Turned out, though, that I knew just as much about cars as their best guys did, so I got drafted into the mechanics side of their clan. I spent three years working, doing that. Then, one day, a seriously beat up car was recovered by a clan member who subsequently flaked out and shot himself. No-one wanted the car, so I took it.
“It took me a year to do it up, starting from scratch, using parts from other totalled cars. And then, some guy, who didn’t like the fact Vlad wouldn’t let him get his leg over, nicked the fucking thing, and set it alight. A year’s work, lost like that. Vlad killed him for that, though. Sometimes I wonder if he fell in love with me.
“Still, it doesn’t matter. There I was, carless again. For the next ten months, I worked harder than ever, and managed to fix up another wreck. A shite car, but it had wheels.
“And then one night, I just upped and left. It took me a week to find out where I was. Since then, I’ve been on my way to Moscow – got a new car on the way – though it’s not much of an improvement. I’ve been searching for you for three weeks now. When I saw you at the bar tonight, I didn’t honestly think it could possibly be you. But… well, here we are.”
I sat in silence for a while, staring at her shoes. Then, lifting my head, I met her eyes. “I read about Vlad’s girl’s death in the paper – I thought it was you, in fact. Since you left, I’ve not done much with my life. Still the same old job, you know how it is. Met a few women, but… I just couldn’t relate to them. It’s good to see you, Rose.”
She nodded, setting down her coffee cup and taking mine from my hands. The coffee was cold now, anyway. “Well, it’s damn good to see you, Peter. But right now, I’d like to go to bed. I’ve not slept since yesterday night.”
I just nodded and led her to the bedroom, turning off the lights as she undressed and slid between the sheets. I disrobed and climbed in beside her, pulling her soft form to me. She rested her head on my chest, and, the room still trying to spin around me, I fell into sleep.
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When I woke up, the bed was empty. I rolled over and touched the spot where she’d been lying, and found that it was still warm. Sitting up, I cursed long and loud as my hangover kicked in, my head pounding like a jackhammer, right between my temples. The curtains had been drawn, revealing a grey and cloudy day. For a moment I lay in bed, my forearm over my eyes, and thought about last night, running into Rose after all those years.
The bedroom door clicked and swung open as Rose pushed it open with her foot, bearing a tray with a coffee pot and two mugs. She chuckled at me as I cringed as she flicked the lightswitch with her elbow, and I winced as she slammed the door with her foot. “Hungover much, then?” she inquired with a raised eyebrow. I could only nod.
She set the tray down on the bedside cabinet and sat on the bed. It finally dawned on me that she was dressed, and dressed in clothes she wasn’t wearing yesterday. Black T-shirt, black jeans, and faded motorcycle boots. “Did you go out?” I enquired, sitting up and pouring myself a mug of coffee. It steamed in the cold of my bedroom – the damn boiler was broken again, and I’d not got around to getting it fixed.
“Yeah,” she said. “You were spark out, so I thought I’d head off to – to where I’ve left the car, and get some things. I figured you wouldn’t wake up.” I nodded wryly, and drank great gulps of the coffee. “What time is it?” I asked. She checked her watch and told me it was just after nine. I cursed again, and struggled out of bed – spilling my bloody coffee on the way, too. “Shit, I’m late for fucking work. The boss’ll kill me!” She laughed at me, shaking her head, and pointed out that it was a Saturday. I looked at her, shaking my head at my own stupidity, and started to laugh. She laughed with me, and, as the laughter faded out, we sat there and looked at each other.
I studied her face. She was older than when I met her first, that was plain to see. Lines that hadn’t been there before were now etched, like great sorrows, into her face. Years of working in the wastelands of Russia, repairing cars, had ground in fine lines of oil that showed up like deep shadows on her face. She seemed almost hardened. But when she smiled, the years fell off, and it was like she was in that bar again, asking me for a seat.
That day was a little surreal. I go dressed and we went out. We walked for an hour or so, deep into the Moscow backstreets, down alleys that I didn’t even know existed. Finally, we came to a parking lot. There, at the end, was her car. It was nothing like the gleaming, sensual piece of engineering that she’d had when I met her. This, too, was black, but it was battered. Dents had been sprung out, but you could still see where they’d been. The wheel arches were muddy and smeared with dirty snow, and the windscreens were grey/brown sheets, punctuated with the clear glass where the wipers had done their work. It looked like a workhorse, rough but effective.
“Yeah, it does the fucking job, at least,” she quipped as she saw me study it. “We’ll take it back to yours – it’ll be a little safer than leaving it here, at least. Hop in.”
I got in, and she pulled off with the slightest of screeches. Cutting down a couple of overgrown alleys, she pulled out onto the main road to my flat, deftly inserting herself between two taxis that seemed, to me, to be almost nose to bumper. Nonetheless, she found the space somehow.
Pulling up by my flat, she pulled a dufflebag out of the boot, hefting it over her shoulder. We climbed the stairs to my apartment, let ourselves in, and she made lunch while I took a much needed shower. As I returned to the kitchen, she was rummaging through the dufflebag. I had a quick look in over her shoulder, and noticed the flash of banknotes. “Got some cash there, then? It’s ok, you don’t need to pay rent!” I quipped. “It’s not rent money – it’s all my money. Just before I found you I was planning on going South again, so I withdrew all my savings. 35 million roubles here.”
My eyebrows rose in shock as I calculated. “That’s nearly 3/4 of a million! Where the hell did you get that?!” She merely raised an eyebrow and bit into her sandwich. I sensed the discussion was closed.
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Life slipped into an easy rhythm in the next few days. I got up for work each day, she made me coffee. We left at the same time, she’d drop me off at work, and then drive off. Sometimes she wouldn’t return until late, 10 or 11 at night. She seldom spoke, and I seldom broke the silence. It wasn’t an uneasy one, mind. There just wasn’t much that either of us had to say. She was solitary, and I wasn’t exactly Mr Party either, so it suited us.
Often she’d come in late, and, without a word, crouch in front of me as I sat on the sofa and kiss me passionately, before pulling me into the bedroom. She’d climb on me and ride me without a sound, barely a shadow in the dark, collapsing on my chest as she came, before pulling me on top of her, clutching my shoulders as I emptied myself into her.
Sometimes she wept afterwards, silently, but I felt her tears on my shoulder. I didn’t ask, and she didn’t tell me.
Months passed. Rose got a new car, gleaming and black, just like the old one. She spent many hours underneath it and inside the bonnet, tweaking it just right.
My parents died. They were rich, and, though I’d not spoken to them in years, they left me all their assets. I was their only son. Suddenly I was rich, and I didn’t know what to do with the money. I spoke to Rose about it, and she told me that I should do what my heart wanted. And with those words I did know what I wanted. As we sat in the kitchen on Saturday morning, naked, I said to her, “I want to do what you do. Between us, we have the money to never have to work again. We can be nomadic, like you used to be.”
She looked at me, hard. “This isn’t a decision you make on a whim, Peter. There’s no romance in this life. You have to love it to stick with it. It’s hard. It’s alienating. Still… it’d be great to have you with me.” And with that, she broke out into a smile. “C’mon, if you’re serious, let’s go. We’ll pick you up a car on the way. And, for God’s sake, some proper clothes!”
I grinned, like a little boy. For the first time, I felt free. We dressed quickly, me in jeans, jumper and desert boots, her in the black top, jeans and boots that I associated with her and Riding. She packed her dufflebag with the efficiency of someone who’s done it many times. “Take what you must, if anything. You don’t need clothes. But grab a bag for your cash – there’s no ATMs where we’re going.” I could only nod, hoping to hell that I was still in control.
We got into her car and roared off. I felt exhilarated and breathless. Stopping at my bank, I went inside with my dufflebag and requested the attention of the manager. I explained to him that I wished to withdraw all the money in my current and saving accounts and close them both. He seemed a little surprised, but complied without much persuasion. 117 million roubles, it came to, all told. 2.4 million, in Sterling. Like I said, my folks were rich.
Back in Rose’s car, we took off towards a car dealer. With money to spend, I could barely contain myself from buying the fastest thing they had, but Rose cautioned me. “You’ve got to eat, sleep in this thing. You’ve got to be able to drive for 30 hours without getting cramps. Don’t be a fool.” Taking her advice, I prowled around the cars in the lot, looking for the one. And, near the back, I found it. Midnight blue, a long swept bonnet and tapering tail, the engine roared like a velvet lion. The instant I slid into the seat, I knew for sure. It seemed to mould itself around me, like it had been built for me.
I bought it. The next few hours passed in something of a blur, as Rose played with the engine, making a few critical noises – but as many pleased ones, as well – installed some radio gear in the cars that I was certain I’d never figure out how to use, before stepping out, leaving the door wide open, with the words, “Enjoy. She should serve you well.” I slid in and gunned the engine, slipping out the dealership on Rose’s tail. Stopping only to pick up provisions for my car, along with maps, and a handgun and knife for my protection – even I knew that bears weren’t the worst things out there.
We stopped at the first motel on the East highway out of Moscow, and killed time until evening, playing pool – badly – and musing in silence over a pint or two. At last night began to fall. Rose got out the maps, and pointed to Tomsk. “That’s where we’re going this time. I’ve an – an old friend over there, who I’ve not seen in a little too long. It’s over 2000 miles, so we’re better get started. All being well, it’ll take us about 2, maybe 3 nights driving.” With a quick kiss to my forehead, she got into her car.
I shook myself out of my slight daze and followed suit. She gunned her car down the highway, and I followed, leaning back in the seat as my speed reached 100mph. I had a slight nagging disquiet in my mind – her tone of voice when she mentioned her friend had unsettled me. Shrugging it off, I got comfortable for the long drive to Tomsk.

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GIRLFRIEND’S MEDICAL EXAMINATION

The image of the fully clothed male doctor examining a naked female patient has always been incredibly erotic to me. The thought of my beautiful girlfriend being thus examined increases this eroticism; bringing out feelings of jealousy and protectiveness, mixed with pride and a perverse desire to show her off. I’ve always secretly wished to be able to accompany her and watch while she strips for and is examined by her doctor, but have never found an appropriate situation in which to realize this fantasy. Nor have I had the nerve to even discuss this rather prurient desire with my fairly conventional girlfriend.
I still have never been in the examination room with her; but during her annual physical last week my desires were satisfied beyond my wildest dreams, in a manner I hadn’t expected.
My girlfriend Elizabeth, Beth for short, is a strikingly attractive woman. At 32 she still has a young look about her, clear skinned and fresh faced. Of middle height with light brown shoulder length hair and dark blue eyes, she has large breasts and ample hips. She’s put on a little weight over the years, as most of us have; but it is evenly distributed, giving her a slight voluptuousness which complements her appearance as an attractive woman in her prime.
Beth had to change doctors 2 years ago when her old doctor retired. She likes her new doctor very much, but has mentioned to me that his office is often very busy, to the point of being hectic on occasions. Apart from long waits, this in itself would not be so bad; but the layout of the office itself, combined with the doctor’s out-of-date style of patient draping, has made her uncomfortable during some of her visits.
When I questioned her on this subject in the past I’ve encountered a somewhat embarrassed reluctance to discuss details; but she has admitted to me that her main dislike about the doctor’s system is the need for patients to sometimes have to leave the examination room, in a state of undress, and go to another room for a procedure. These little trips are often visible to people sitting in the waiting area. She quickly added that such exposures are usually brief and that the doctor maintains such an air of professionalism that the whole office is pervaded by it, including the other patients and visitors.
I did not press her for more details at the time, but I determined to accompany her on her next visit. Then, last Monday, she announced that her annual physical was scheduled for Friday afternoon, and that she was taking half the day off from work. I told her that I had been planning to leave work early myself on Friday, and suggested that I could meet her at the doctors’ and we could go out to dinner afterwards, she being required not to eat much before the exam. Beth was surprised and hesitated slightly at my offer; then overcame whatever inner reluctance she was experiencing and agreed, figuring I suppose that medical exams were part of life, and that if I did catch a glimpse of her undressed, I wouldn’t be seeing anything I hadn’t seen before.
Friday arrived and I left work about noon and headed for the downtown office building in which Beth’s doctor’s office was located. I wanted to arrive well before her so that we could go in together, to ensure that I wouldn’t miss any opportunity that presented itself. I knew that I might just be spending the next few hours in a crowded waiting room reading old magazines, but I was brimming with excitement nonetheless. Even if I saw absolutely nothing, the idea of sitting in a waiting room and knowing that, just down the hall or behind that door, my lovely girlfriend was undressing and being seen by another man would give me an odd thrill.
I arrived at the entrance to the building and waited a long 15 minutes before I spotted Beth walking down the sidewalk towards me. She gave me a smile and a wave when she saw me, and I was both proud and excited at how attractive she looked. Since she was coming straight from work she was dresses in smart, conservative business attire: Neatly pressed dark gray slacks, matching jacket, white silk blouse and black low-heeled shoes. I gave her a quick kiss and we entered the building together. We took the elevator to the sixth floor and turned left down a corridor lined with medical offices. I was savoring the feeling of walking along next to my well-dressed girlfriend, knowing that shortly she would have to remove her clothing for another man. When we got to a door marked ‘Dr. William Shiffman’, Beth opened it and I followed her inside.
Coming through the door we were facing down a short corridor with a small waiting room extending to our right. The area we could see was shaped like an ‘L’ with a fat base, the waiting room being the base. There were chairs along the two walls and two short rows of seats facing across the corridor. A receptionist sat behind a high counter to the right of the corridor. The wall starting at the entrance and running down the left side of the corridor contained a series of doors. These doors led to three examination rooms and a patients’ bathroom. The door to exam room #1 was actually in the waiting room itself, followed by the toilet and then exam rooms 2 and 3. The doctor’s office was behind the receptionist’s station, his door across from the middle exam room. At the end of the corridor was the x-ray cubicle, directly opposite the front door. The whole effect was of a slightly cramped but efficient use of limited space, which gave a “we’re all in this together fell” to the whole office.
The waiting room was very crowded. Beth walked across to the receptionist, a young perky blonde; while I found us 2 seats and sat down to survey the crowd. The room was filled with a wide mix of ages and types. Most people seemed to be there alone, with at least two obvious couples, an attractive 20 something pair and one couple in their mid 60’s. Men outnumbered women by at least 3-1. Beth finished with the receptionist and walked over to sit next to me, drawing a few admiring glances from some of the men. She leaned over to whisper in my ear, and her sweet, feminine scent washed over me. “It’s going to be a long wait” she said, which was obvious given the number of people in the room. Picking up a magazine, I idly thumbed thru it, but was more interested in taking in the routine of the office.
Patient’s names were called by the nurse; a pretty redhead in her mid 30’s dressed in light blue hospital scrubs and white sneakers. She would then accompany the patient to one of the exam rooms and go in with them, coming out shortly after performing a few preliminary tests; height, weight, blood pressure, etc. She seemed to be constantly on the move from room to room, busy but cheerful, with a loud, authoritative voice. There was some sort of medical technician who operated the x-ray and also the EKG machine, which was on a small cart and had to be pushed from one exam room to another when it was needed. He was a small, dark, Eastern European type with a tin moustache, and he wore a long white medical coat. Since not ever patient needed these tests he was out of sight for long periods of time. Finally there was Dr. Shiffman himself, very distinguished in his white coat and matching white hair. He moved deliberately between the exam rooms and his office, looking very fit for an older man and exuding an air of calm confidence.
It appeared to be a normal, busy doctor’s office, but with 2 unusual exceptions. The first being that due to it’s cozy design, when the doors to the examination rooms were opened or closed, some or all of the people in the waiting room could see inside. The degree to which one could look in varied with each room. Exam room #3 in the back offered only a very limited view to a few well positioned people. The middle room offered a partial but decent view for many. Exam room #1 however, whose door was actually in the waiting room itself, gave a total view to anyone who cared to look in when the door was opened, and a partial view inside for many even when the door was left slightly ajar, as I soon realized often happened in the hustle and bustle of the busy office. Most of us in the waiting room observed this and knew that the polite thing to do was not to look in. But as the expression goes, “The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak”, not all of us could overcome normal curiosity or plain old voyeurism.
The second thing that set this office apart was much more startling. From time to time the nurse would come and escort a patient to the toilet or the x-ray room. This in itself would not be exceptional, except that it exposed, literally, the unconventional dress code Dr. Shiffman had for his patients.
My introduction to the unusual display came when an older man exited the middle exam room, accompanied by the nurse, and walked down the corridor towards the bathroom. I could hardly believe my eyes; the man was completely naked! Well almost; he held some sort of white towel against his ample belly, which covered his private parts but left his backside totally exposed! I glanced around the waiting room expecting to see equally astonished expressions on everyone’s’ faces, but was surprised to see most people paying only casual attention to the man’s startling, pink bareness. As he entered the bathroom, the nurse asked him to provide a urine sample and, handing him a cup, pulled the door shut and left to take care of other business. After a minute he re-emerged, naked as a babe, clutching the drape in one hand and holding his pee cup in the other. He padded barefoot over to the reception counter where he set down his specimen, then turned and walked back down the corridor to his exam room, his bare back and hairy ass totally revealed to any who cared to look.
Startled, I turned to my girlfriend for an explanation. With a small sigh of resignation, she explained to me in detail Dr. Shiffman’s system.
When a patient was taken in to the examination room, he or she was told by the nurse to take off all of their clothing, including their underwear. Patients were required to be completely naked for their examinations. They are given a papery type drape about the size of a small towel which they can hold in front of their bare bodies if they feel modest and if the doctor is not examining the parts they are covering. After the first few visits, most patients, reassured by Dr. Shiffman’s professional manner, dispense with the drape in the privacy of the exam room. When the patient must go out into the hallway however, they all reach for the drape and hold it pressed against their front. They may also slip on their shoes if they wish, as the tile floor can be cold. Of course this leaves their backs (and backsides) totally exposed; but the attitude of the doctor and his staff, which soon spreads to his patients as well, is “so what, we’re all made the same back there”. That leaves the visitors in the waiting room to adapt to this philosophy as best they can; which they do with varying amounts of success. Some manage total nonchalance, some politely look away, some sneak short peeks, and some can’t help but openly stare.
I now understood my girlfriend ‘s reluctance to discuss the details of her exams with me in the past. It was one of those things where you had to be there to understand. The mood of respectful camaraderie that prevailed in this office made these brief exposures seem minor and almost friendly. They were just accepted; no big deal. I thought about it for a while and decided that I was fine with it. Then I realized that I was fine with it as long as it was someone else who was being exposed. How would I feel when it was my beautiful girlfriend, undressed and on display to a crowded waiting room filled with men? The image forming in my mind of this scene gave me a genuine shock. I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks; and this before anything had actually happened!
This was not the scenario I had hoped for. I would not be able to be in the room with Beth, watching while the doctor examined her. Instead, I would be on the outside looking in, just one of many who might steal a peek through an opening or closing door. Or more shockingly, I would be sitting here surrounded by other men, watching my girlfriend parading nakedly up and down the corridor right in front of us.
Now I felt my bold excitement of this morning start to fade. My fantasy had slipped from my control, and I found myself feeling very protective of my girlfriend ‘s modesty. But I was having the right feelings at the wrong time. There was no way to affect what would happen next without drawing additional attention to Beth, and maybe embarrassing her more. Since she had been here before and was willing to accept these unconventional arrangements, she had obviously made her peace with them, in order to continue with a doctor she liked. I was the one who had a problem with it!
I determined to sit in silence and suffer, along with her, whatever small indignities she might be put through. I tried to convince myself that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. After all, most of the patients never left their exam rooms; and could be viewed only slightly, or not at all, through the opening and closing doors. But I also realized that most of the patients were not here for full physicals, the most comprehensive of all exams, requiring the widest array of tests and procedures. The best I could probably hope for was that Beth would get the rear examination room, farthest from prying eyes.
At that moment, almost as if on cue, the door to the rear room opened and the nurse came out, followed by the young husband whom I noticed earlier sitting with his girlfriend. He was a good-looking man with sandy hair and a trim body; but he looked absolutely mortified to be walking nude alongside the nurse in her blue uniform. His cheeks seemed to redden even more as the unusual pair approached the eyes of the mixed crowd in the waiting room. Holding the drape at his waist, he stood there with his small, bare ass hanging out as the nurse opened the door for him and gave him his embarrassing instructions. As he turned to go into the toilet, his drape swung forward and we were given a brief glimpse of his sandy pubic bush and his dangling pink penis and testicles. A few minutes later he came out, put his sample on the counter, and walked stiffly back up the corridor. I glanced over at his girlfriend and found her looking appreciatively at his naked buns. She then looked around the room accusingly, to see if any of the other women were shameless enough to check out her husband’s tush.
As he disappeared back into his room, it occurred to me that so far, all of the patients who had to go to other rooms for procedures had been men. Perhaps a double standard of modesty was in effect here, and women would not be required to leave their examination rooms with only the inadequate drape to cover their nakedness. At least I could hope.
The long wait for my girlfriend to be called stretched on. Various patients were called in and others left. New patients kept coming into the office, keeping it quite crowded. Only one other patient, a very wrinkled old man, made the naked trip down the corridor; this time to the x-ray room at the far end. In deference to his age and the unattractive appearance he made, almost everyone averted their eyes. We were able to easily look into the near examination room if we so desired; but I found myself deliberately not looking when the door opened, getting into the spirit of the office. Of course there were only men in there up to now, and one embarrassingly fat older woman, but I was still somewhat proud of myself for controlling my usually wandering eyes. I glanced over at Beth sitting next to me, prim and proper in her gray suit, her nose buried in a magazine. She looked so respectable, it seemed almost impossible to me that she might be put through any of the same indignities these lesser beings were forced to suffer.
“Elizabeth Harris?” the nurse inquired in her loud manner. That brought me out of my reverie and instantly to attention. ‘Here we go’, I thought, and felt my heart racing with excitement.
Beth promptly rose and, giving me a ‘see you later’ smile, walked smartly over to the nurse. “This way Elizabeth”, said the nurse; gesturing, to my utter horror, to the nearest examination room! With a sinking feeling in my gut, I watched as the nurse opened the door to exam room #1. The door was directly opposite the seats, actually in the waiting room itself. As the nurse held the door open, Beth strode past her and into the room, her heels clicking loudly on the tile floor. The nurse followed her inside and gave the door a shove behind her to close it.
The shove was not quite hard enough however; the door made contact with the frame and bounced back a little, leaving it slightly ajar. Neither nurse nor patient noticed this little accident, but I certainly did, as did the men sitting on either side of me. Even though the door was barely open it was enough, given the closeness of the room and our angle of view, for about 3 or 4 of us to see the area where my Beth was standing. The waiting room was very quiet at that moment, and we could clearly hear the nurse’s voice in the exam room.
“You’ve been here before Elizabeth, so you are familiar with our procedures. Get undressed, everything off; then get on the scale and we’ll get you weighed.”
So here was my girlfriend standing just a short distance away, looking very dignified in her business suit, in full view of myself and 3 strange men, and we all hear her instructed to take off all her clothes. And now the most amazing thing of all happens; she proceeds to do just that!
Beth is standing there almost directly facing us but turned slightly to the right. As she raises her hands and starts to undo the buttons of her jacket, I can feel my heart beating faster. Taking off the jacket, she reaches for one of a number of hangers from a hook on the wall and carefully hangs it up. She quickly unbuttons her blouse and slips it off, revealing the creamy skin of her bare arms and upper body; contrasting with her very white and very full brassiere. Beth stands there in her white bra, gray slacks and black shoes, as she puts the blouse on a hanger.
My girlfriend seems to be in a hurry to get her clothes off, unaware that 4 men are watching her strip thru the open door. She kicks off her shoes and stands barefoot on the cool floor, not having worn any stockings today. Next she undoes the zipper on her hip and allows her stylish pants to slide down her smooth legs, gracefully stepping out of them.
Now wearing only a white bra and matching panties, she neatly folds and hangs her slacks, giving us a nice long look at her in her underwear. Clothed, Beth’s extra weight is well hidden, but seen in her undies; she is a bit fleshy; especially around her full bosom, hips and belly. Her overall aspect is one of voluptuousness; and judging from the goggle-eyed stare of the man on my right, it was having its’ effect.
The moment of truth has now arrived. Without hesitation, my girlfriend reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. Shrugging her bare shoulders forward, the brassiere falls away from her body and Beth’s big heavy breasts tumble forward in all their naked glory. I was embarrassed for my girlfriend, but I also felt proud of her beautiful, white titties with their ruby nipples. Beth’s bounty wobbled sexily as she moved to hang up the bra.
Facing forward again, bare breasted, she slid her fingers into the waistband of her panties, paused for a quick breath, and in one easy motion pulled her underpants down. Beth’s naked tits hung free, her nipples pointing at the floor as she leaned forward to gracefully step out of her empty panties. She picked them up and stood there totally, gloriously nude; the thatch of brown pubic hair between her legs startlingly exposed. The view of her standing there naked as God made her; my modest and dignified girlfriend, tits, pussy, everything on display; was literally breathtaking. What a world class treat for the other men who could see her, I thought. I was angry about these strangers getting a free show, but I must admit I was a little turned on about it too.
Just then, before me and my fellow voyeurs got over our initial shock at Beth’s accidental exposure and could really concentrate on her charms, the nurse noticed that the door was ajar and quickly shut it. You could almost hear a moan of disappointment sweep through the waiting room. The other men, like little boys caught peeking in the girl’s locker room, guiltily picked up their magazines and pretended to be interested in them. But I knew that their hearts’ were in the examination room with my girlfriend, imagining her just on the other side of the door, unclothed, mother naked, bare-assed, in the raw, au natural, in…, well, you get the picture.
It had been sort of thrilling to have my girlfriend exposed in front of other men, but it was also humiliating; and I felt that I’d had enough excitement for one day. I hoped that Beth would remain hidden for the rest of the exam, but I couldn’t forget the parade of nude men being led to the bathroom. I convinced myself that the nurse would make an exception to the normal routine for a woman, especially an attractive one, and that Beth would at least be permitted to do her urine sample in the privacy of the examination room.
Time passed, and I was just starting to have faith in my new theory when the door to Beth’s room opened and the nurse emerged, followed by my very naked girlfriend. She was holding the paper drape to her bosom, which covered her front from boobs to mid-thigh, and left her sides and back entirely bare. Fortunately the toilet was right next to the exam room, so she wouldn’t be exposed for long; but Beth was now in the waiting room itself, a room filled with fully clothed people, and she was wearing her birthday suit! The nurse held the bathroom door open and Beth scurried inside, mooning the room.
The door was closed behind her but then the nurse, remembering some other duty, cracked it open and instructed Beth: When you’re finished Mrs. Harris, leave your specimen on the reception desk and return to your room.” She shut the door again quickly, but not before some of us had a brief but shocking view of my girlfriend sitting nakedly on the toilet bowl, the drape propped against the wall.
The indignities keep piling up, I thought; though I don’t believe that Beth was aware of this latest peep we had had. And now she would have to walk back to her room unescorted and unclothed. The waiting room had gotten very quiet in anticipation of the coming show. So quiet, in fact, that we could presently hear a soft splashing noise emanating from the bathroom; the very intimate sound of my girlfriend peeing. The sound conjured up the obscene image of piss squirting from between the hairy lips of a woman’s cunt; and it contrasted sharply with the dignified appearance Beth had made when she sat demurely in her business suit, only 15 minutes ago.
The sound trickled off, so to speak, followed by a loud flushing noise. The bathroom door opened and Beth strode purposefully to the reception desk, barefoot all over. She held the drape against her chest with one hand, the other hand carefully holding the cup of her steaming urine for all to see. I noticed that my girlfriend ‘s cheeks were blushing hotly as she avoided the sea of eyes focused on her nudity. As she leaned forward to place the sample on the counter, the drape fell away from her lower body, giving everyone a surprise peek at her dark pubic thatch. Turning quickly, Beth hurried back to the safety of her room; her naked ass cheeks jiggling lewdly.
All doors were now safely shut; and I took a deep breath to calm myself down. As I re-played in my mind the incredibly erotic scenes we had just witnessed, I became aware of a pressing need to adjust my underwear. I had a monster erection. While re-adjusting myself as discretely as possible, I glanced around the room and noticed some of the other men similarly occupied. The thought of all these men’s’ pricks stiffening as they watched my woman wave her bare fanny at them sent a new thrill through me. I was starting to genuinely enjoy this experience; my shame and embarrassment mixing with a desire to show off my lovely girlfriend. I found myself looking forward to her exposure with a sense of anticipation.
A few minutes passed and the nurse popped out of a room and called in her powerful voice, “Victor, EKG in room 1 “. The small, white-coated man with the pencil-thin moustache emerged from the rear, pushing a cart with the electrocardiogram machine on it. He stopped at in front of Beth’s door. The nurse came and, without bothering to knock, opened the door wide to allow him and his cart to enter. Everyone in the room could now look in and see my girlfriend sitting on the examination table in the altogether.
Her hands were at her sides, flat on the table, her smooth legs dangled over the edge of the table, bare feet swinging just above the floor. Beth’s big titties, capped by her lovely pink nipples, pointed straight at us like a pair of headlights with their high beams on. All too soon cart, technician and nurse were inside and the door was shut, blocking out this latest vision of naked beauty. In less than a minute the nurse came out, giving us just a second to peek in and see Beth stretched out flat on her back on the table. The drape had been placed across her hips, covering her genitalia from the tech’s view. He was busily attaching the leads from the machine to her chest, his eyes free to roam over her bare breasts, so blatantly on display.
Now I had the uncomfortable experience of having to sit helplessly on the wrong side of a door; knowing that just on the other side, hidden from my site, my girlfriend was lying stretched out, mostly naked, in the presence of a male technician. It felt like Beth was being unfaithful to me, showing her body, in private, to another man. I had to sit with this unsettling image in my mind for several minutes while the test was proceeding.
Finally the door opened and Mr. Pencil-moustache began pushing the cumbersome cart through the doorway, past which I could now see Beth sitting up on the table with her legs flat out in front of her. She was using a tissue to wipe the spots of gel off her chest where the leads had been attached, her boobs bouncing with her efforts.
Suddenly the front corner of the cart struck the doorframe, causing the device to turn and jam in the doorway with a noisy clatter. The tech was struggling clumsily to free it when a man sitting near the door leaped to his feet and rushed over to help. This quick thinking opportunist now stood right in the doorway of the exam room, staring inside while shaking the cart to free it. By now Beth had slipped off the table and was standing in front of it, minus her drape. She looked towards the door to see what the commotion was about and was startled to meet the gaze of the Good Samaritan as he ogled her nakedness. She was so unnerved at his blatant leering that she just stood there dumbly, forgetting to cover herself as he feasted his eyes on her uncovered femininity.
Then the cart was free and thru the door, which the technician quickly pulled shut behind him, allowing me to forgive him a little for being alone with my girlfriend a few moments ago. The noble helper returned to his seat, looking very pleased with himself. I glared at him for a while, and then realized how futile it was. I had to resign myself to the fact that my girlfriend ‘s modesty was, and would continue to be compromised, until her exam was over and she could put her clothes on again.
Finally, Dr. Shiffman himself came walking up to the exam room door and, after giving a polite knock, entered. The brief glimpse I had was of Beth sitting again on the examination table, the paper drape held demurely in front of her, only her bare sides showing. “Hello Elizabeth. How have you been?” I heard the doctor say before the door shut behind him.
I found myself relaxing a little, knowing that now only the doctor was in the room with my Beth. Even though he was fully dressed, including jacket and tie, and she was sitting there without a stitch on; they were doctor and patient, thus making the situation socially acceptable. I was aware of how my perspective had changed since this morning, when the idea of a male doctor seeing my unclothed girlfriend had excited me terribly. Now I was almost relieved that only he could see her; as opposed to a roomful of people and other office personnel.
Soon the blue-clad nurse came down the hall and entered the exam room again for some purpose, exiting a few minutes later; giving 2 more quick peeks to a by now very attentive and appreciative audience. Our first view was of Beth sitting up very straight and very naked, no drape, on the edge of the table. The doctor stood to her side with one hand on her bare shoulder, pressing the stethoscope to her back with his other hand. He listened intently as she breathed deeply in and out, her full mounds rising and falling with each breath. We had a wonderfully clear view of my girlfriend ‘s bare breasts, capped by her pale, pink areolas and proud reddish nipples.
Even though I have seen Beth’s tits countless times; they have never seemed more erotic to me. Having her twin lovelies on display in front of so many males was almost painfully erotic.
View #2, as the nurse exited, was very different but just as exciting. Beth was now stretched out on her back again, Dr. Shiffman standing over her, palpating her abdomen. As he moved his hands lower over her tummy, his thick fingers pressed the white flesh just above her growth of brown pubic hair, sprouting thickly at the bottom of her bare belly. As the door closed again, I quickly glanced around the room, realizing that all these men had just seen my girlfriend ‘s pubes. I felt like I was sharing my girlfriend ‘s intimate secrets with the entire world and, to tell the truth, the feeling was mind-blowing.
In a few minutes a new figure entered the office and approached the reception desk. He was a large, chubby man with a round pink face and the overly friendly manner of a salesman. It turned out he was a representative from a pharmaceuticals firm. The receptionist exchanged greetings with him, he was obviously a regular visitor, and then I heard her tell him “We’re very busy right now John, but I’ll see what I can do”. With that she got up, walked over to the door of exam room #1, knocked briefly, and stuck her head in the door. I could not hear what she was saying or the doctor’s response, and her body blocked anyone from seeing into the room this time. She then pulled her head back and closed the door behind her, keeping her hand on the doorknob. Turning to the salesman she said “The doctor is too busy today to see you in his office. He is with a patient now, but since you say you only have a few questions for him, you can go in for a few minutes only. Please be brief.” With that she opened the door wide and he marched right in. What he saw, however, must have shocked him as much as it did me and all my fellow onlookers.
Beth was bending over the table, her naked rump facing the door. Her long, sturdy legs were spread wide, her upper body resting on her folded arms on the padded exam table. The doctor was grasping one full cheek of her ample behind and pulled it to one side, exposing Beth’s puffy, red asshole to our astonished eyes. The last thing we saw as the door slowly closed was Dr. Shiffman sliding his thick, greased finger into my girlfriend ‘s slowly parting anus, her hairy pudenda also visible between her spread legs.
I sat there stunned, shaking with excitement and mortification. As if it wasn’t humiliating enough to have my girlfriend so obscenely exposed to a roomful of men; the sleazy salesman had somehow talked his way into Beth’s exam room and was, at this very moment, watching the doctor fingering her brown eye.
The indignity and inappropriateness of it all angered me to the point of getting to my feet to protest to the dumb, blonde receptionist. Then I realized that making a scene might result in another door opening and further exposures. Steaming, I sat back down, trying to imagine the scene inside the exam room.
I couldn’t stop myself from conjuring up the most obscene visions. I pictured the salesman lustily watching Beth’s distended anal ring tightly gripping Dr. Shiffman’s intruding finger. I thought about how my girlfriend ‘s anus, her most secret spot, was a secret no longer. But the most painful feeling was one of being shut out, knowing that two other men were getting to see Beth’s shame and exposure and I wasn’t!
A wave of guilt hit me and I realized what a selfish shit I was being. Here was my girlfriend, going thru a long and degrading experience, and all I could think about was my own injured pride and lewd fantasies. She was the one who actually had to endure being naked and vulnerable in front of all these fully clothes people, most of them men. I could only imagine how hard that must be for a woman of Beth’s age and modesty.
I could picture her in the room now, huddled up with the skimpy drape clutched tightly to her bare body; trying to hide her nudity from the fat drug salesman, mortified at the thought of how much of her he had already seen.
I could not have been more wrong!
The nurse, who had been out of sight for a while, came out of a back room and up to the front desk, where the receptionist informed her of the salesman’s’ presence. A look of shock passed over her face and then, bless her, she laced into the air-headed blonde. “You’re never to allow anyone except a medical professional into a room while a patient is being examined, NEVER!” “But he is in the medical field”, she protested weakly. “He’s just a salesman” the nurse shot back as she turned to oust the intruder from the exam room. When she opened the door however, the scene that greeted our eyes was not the one I had visualized.
Dr. Shiffman had his back to the table and was talking to the salesman, who was trying to carry on his part of the conversation while stealing glances over the doctor’s shoulder at my naked girlfriend. Instead of being huddled up in shame however, as I had imagined, she was in a very different pose.
My normally reserved girlfriend was sitting buck naked on the padded table, leaning slightly back, supported on her straight arms, hips thrust forward; glaring defiantly at the two clothed men. Her legs were open a little and as I watched, she slowly and deliberately spread them until they were as wide as her sitting position would allow! As her smooth thighs parted, her vagina opened like a pink clam in the center of her dark pubic bush.
The chubby salesman’s mouth opened in dumb shock at the sight of Beth’s brazen exposure. In a daze myself, I stared in wonder at my glorious girlfriend, naked as God made her, her large breasts hanging free, her vulva openly displayed for whoever cared to look. There was a look of contempt in her eyes as she provocatively challenged the salesman to inspect her nudity.
The nurse broke the erotic spell by quickly hustling the now red-faced and sweating salesman out of the exam room. As she shut the door behind her, we got one last look at Beth’s startlingly exposed pudenda, her pink cunt lips glistening within their soft, hairy nest.
As the shaken drug salesman beat a hasty retreat from the office, I could hear my girlfriend quietly but forcefully berating the doctor for permitting the intrusion. Beth’s normally quiet demeanor could be deceiving; she was a tiger when given enough provocation. Now I could faintly hear the doctor apologizing, trying to explain that examining a woman is so routine for him, he sometimes forgets the importance of a patient’s right to privacy. Soon the doctor exited the room, closing the door so quickly behind him that we only had a brief flash of bare flesh.
I was overcome with a feeling of enormous pride for my girlfriend. She was quite capable of standing up for herself when she felt she was being treated shabbily. She was brave enough to go with the program here and walk in front of the men in the waiting room nearly nude. She was modest but not to the point of timidity. And she was proud enough of her body to be able to flaunt it openly in order to intimidate a leering male.
Despite the evidence to the contrary she had just given everyone in sight, she had balls!
I assumed that now her physical was over, but one more treat was in store for me and my comrades, my ‘band of brothers’. I was starting to view the as faithful companions, since they stuck by me in the waiting room even after their own exams were finished. Those accompanied by wives or girlfriends would leave at the appropriate time; but those answering to no man, or woman, would linger indefinitely.
As if to reward them for their patience, here came the nurse again and stuck her head in Beth’s door. “We need to get a chest x-ray and then we’re done, Elizabeth. You can slip on your shoes if you want, and then I’ll take you down the hall”. She pulled the door closed for about 10 seconds to give her some privacy, and then opened it again, cheerily inquiring “Ready?”
Beth had one shoe on, and was daintily stepping into the second when the door opened. She was exposed to all in a particularly sexy pose; leaning slightly forward with her leg extended, working her bare foot into her shoe, her twin lovelies hanging down, her teats pointing at the floor.
Then, as the nurse held the door for her, she strode boldly thru it and into the waiting room, wearing only her shoes. She had forgotten her drape!
Apparently the upsetting incident with the salesman, the suddenness of the nurse’s instructions, and just growing accustomed to having no clothes on resulted in Beth simply forgetting to cover up before appearing in public.
The result, of course, was that the waiting room crowd was treated to the ‘Full Monty’. My 32 year old girlfriend was wearing only her low-heeled black pumps as she paraded naked in front of us, tits wobbling and brown bush shamelessly displayed between her legs. As she turned and headed down the corridor, flashing her bare tushy at the roomful of men, the surprised nurse fell into step beside her.
It was an arresting sight to watch the two women walk down the hall side by side; the one naked except for her shoes, her buttocks wagging obscenely with each step; the other fully dressed in blue scrubs and sneakers, her attire highlighting the nudity of her companion.
They were halfway down the corridor when Beth suddenly stopped, her knees came together, and her ass cheeks clenched tight. She had just realized that she was totally bare. She leaned over and whispered hurriedly to the nurse, who must have said something like “we’re almost there”. Then they continued walking, Beth a little more hesitantly, crossing her arms in front of her chest to both hide and support her bouncing boobs, now acutely aware of her exposed state.
When they reached the x-ray cubicle at the end of the hallway the technician stepped out to meet them. Standing in front of the two women, his eyes widened at the sight of Beth wearing only her shoes, arms crossed over her full titties, her belly and muff open to his gaze. After feasting his eyes on her for a moment, he ushered her into the cubicle and had her stand facing the machine. This gave those of us in the waiting room that could see down the hall a side view of her. She was made to stand erect in her heels and press her big breasts against the x-ray plate. Her hands were placed on her bare hips and she hunched her shoulders forward for her pictures. The tech then pulled a heavy curtain across the opening, hiding her from view.
The x-ray was quickly taken, the curtain flung back, and the nurse immediately covered my unclad girlfriend with a new drape. After whispering some instructions, the nurse left for other business, leaving Beth to return to her exam room unescorted.
Beth now walked alone down the corridor towards her waiting audience. She looked for all the world like a fashion model strutting down the runway. Her shoes clicked elegantly on the tiled floor as the white drape, complimenting her bare legs and shoulders, seemed like some daring new fashion. As she swung past the crowd in the waiting room and reached for the doorknob, one corner of the drape dropped down, exposing one beautiful breast and nipple.
Like some half-clad figure from Greek mythology, Beth marched through the doorway. With a final shake of her bare fanny, she was in the room, the door swinging shut behind her.
When I started to emerge from the erotic trance I was in, I became aware of two things. First, that the erection I had sported for the better part of the last hour was showing no signs of weakening; and second, that I was happy as only a man whose fantasies had come true could be. Watching my lovely girlfriend parading around naked in public and being seen by other men filled me with feelings of excitement, lust, embarrassment, pride, humiliation and satisfaction. I was experiencing the richness of life; with its’ endless wealth of conflicting emotions!
As I sat there musing, my eyes never left the door of Beth’s exam room, imagining her behind it and waiting for her next display, which I had now come to expect on a regular basis. Minutes passed, and I began to realize that the show, I mean the exam, might finally be at an end. Sure enough, with a click of the latch the door opened and my girlfriend emerged, fully clothed. It was sort of a shock to see her with her clothes on, as we had gotten used to seeing her in the nude.
She strode across the waiting room with a smile and reclaimed her seat next to me. I gave her a wink and we sat there together, husband and girlfriend, as if nothing unusual had happened. I looked down at my girlfriend ‘s bare ankles, between her black shoes and the neatly tailored hem of her gray slacks, and the strangeness of the last hour washed over me again. I marveled at how just minutes ago, those same attractive shoes were all that she had on.
Sitting there, I became aware of the appreciative glances Beth was getting from some of the other men and women in the room. I supposed that many of the men were thinking about how they now “knew” her, having seen her most private parts. Perhaps they were just struck, as was I, by the amazing contrast between a woman’s body clothed and nude. Whatever their thoughts, I was certain that they would never forget this day; and would always have the image of my naked Beth, to conjure up and do with as they pleased.
I suppose I couldn’t begrudge them their memories; after all, I got to go home with the star of the show!
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A nurse’s story

“I’m a slut,” Carol Wilson concluded. “I am discreet, to be sure, but I am a sexually promiscuous woman just the same.” These thoughts were racing through Carol’s mind as she stood at her nursing station late one night. Carol was a senior nursing supervisor at a major hospital in Chapel Hill and was working the eleven to seven shift on the third floor east wing that particular night. At three in the morning the halls were silent and the other nurse on the shift was at lunch. At quiet times like these Carol mused over the bizarre things that had happened in her life. She anxiously shook her head as she concluded that her husband, Greg, was a major contributing factor to her sexual depravity.
Thinking back, she realized that she’d been a naive country girl from Greenville when she went off to nursing school at UNC. She met her future husband there and he quickly introduced her to the joys of sex…wild, raging, uncontrolled sex. Greg had quickly broken down all of the barriers that she had developed growing up in a quiet, conservative family. Just about everything possible had been experienced during those college days . She’d even been shared by several of his fraternity brothers after one particularly drunken party at his apartment. She just shook her head at that particular rememberance. In any case, Greg and Carol were married after college and quickly got involved in the sexual swinging that was rampant at that time. Their sex lives were full, to say the least. Although most of their experiences were as a couple, they also did some fooling around on our own. Greg first started cheating with several women and, Carol had to admit, she was dreadfully hurt at first. She quickly decided, however, that this was an opportunity for her to get a little action on her own. They ultimately reached an agreement: Neither would ask about the other’s escapades … as long as they were discrete. They had certainly enjoyed each other, even though they never had children, but enjoyed others as well.
Carol had been a knockout in those days ….. and even now at age forty-two, she knew that men still turned their heads to watch as she entered a room. She was a slender five foot six with silky light brown hair. Her face was strikingly attractive and possessed all the classic features and sparkling, perfectly-spaced brown eyes. Her skin was still flawless, her nose had a slight upturn, and her lips were rich and full. Her hair was a thick, light brown that fell to her shoulders and was cut in even bangs across the front. Her frame was slender and taut with small, but properly proportioned breasts, and a well-rounded ass. As every man noticed, her legs were her most attractive feature, long and shapely. Unfortunately, her physical charms were well hidden under the baggy hospital “scrubs” that had replaced the traditional nurses uniform since she had graduated from nursing school.
“Oh yes,” Carol thought, “I’ve messed around on my husband many times over the years and fucked a number of other men. There were just too many opportunities at the hospital not to take advantage of them,” she smiled at the remembrances. “I had that long term relationship with Doctor Jerry Winthrop and thoroughly enjoyed the frequent “coffee breaks” we took on the couch in his office. Then I’d screwed around with Dr. Quinton until he took a position at the medical college in Richmond. Oh yes, then there had also been that medical student who worked as a part-time phlebotomist, and the Med Tech with the big cock, … and all the rest! Oh yeah, I’ve had a full, but carefully discreet, sex life over the last twenty years.” She gazed up and down the silent, darkened corridors, lost in her thoughts of past sexual encounters.
That particular night shift her thoughts curiously shifted to Malcolm Johnson. She’d known Malcolm, a black male nurse, for years and even though they occasionally worked together on the same shift, she’d never really considered him to be someone to ever fool around with. To be sure, they’d talked a lot and sometimes the banter got a little smutty. When no one else was around, their conversations were frequently filled with innuendo and even overtly sexual comments. However, other than the exchange of sexually-charged words, the two really never did anything physical.
For some reason Carol started having very erotic and sensual dreams about Malcolm the previous August. They were uncomfortably real and so vivid that when she woke up after them, her pussy was wet and she could virtually smell and taste him from the imagined encounter. The dreams reoccurred every few days, and became more and more vivid as time passed. This situation began driving her to the point of distraction on her job. Carol could never gather together sufficient courage to tell Malcolm about her increasingly erotic dreams, though. She found It was so frustrating to be imagining him fucking her, forcing her to suck his cock and doing all the bizarre things she dreamt of him doing to her! Regardless, nothing ever happened … but that was soon to change.
About a week later Carol was working a Wednesday three to eleven shift, but circumstances were such that she was forced to stay late. The nursing services manager was at a conference in Raleigh and had asked her to do the regular nursing station stock inventory during her shift. Unfortunately, the day had been unusually busy and by eleven o’clock she had not had the opportunity to inventory the supplies. Malcolm had relieved her and she finished up some shift paperwork before she intended to start to the inventory. She had completed all the paperwork when she realized that she had left her hospital service keys at home. Consequently, she realized that she would have to ask Malcolm to borrow his store room keys.
When Carol asked him for them, he said they were in his pants pocket, but he was working on a critical specimen and couldn’t stop to get them. He winked and said, “Why don’t you just grab them out of my pocket yourself, Carol.” Smiling, she reached down into his pocket to fetch the keys. Unintentionally, however, she grasped his his cock. She really hadn’t intended to do anything else, but she teasingly squeezed it two or three times before she felt it hardening in her hand and a smile began to across trace Malcolm’s face.
Carol, suddenly embarrassed at her boldness, quickly released her grip on his dick and jerked her hand out of his pocket. Blushing, she murmured that she was sorry and just stood frozen there in her unexpected embarrassment. Malcolm turned toward her, winked and said, “I thought you just wanted my storeroom keys; but, you can do that any time you want to.” Then he smiled, reached in his pocket, fished out the keys and handed them to her.
Carol grabbed the keys and rushed down the hall to the storeroom. She was so embarrassed by what had happened that she could not bring herself to return the keys to Malcolm after she had unlocked the door. Rather, she gave them to another nurse who happened to pass by the storeroom, asking her return them to him.
Forcing herself to focus on the inventory, Carol started to account for the products and materials stored in the tall shelving that filled the room. After a while she was so focused on her job that she was oblivious to everything else. The nurses station storage room was fairly small and, although the nursing and administrative supplies required for immediate use were limited, they were stacked in shelves by use and availability. She couldn’t see the door from where she was crouched down, inventorying a bottom shelf when the circumstances changed significantly.
Carol heard the door open and close and then the distinctive sound of the lock being engaged again. She peered around the shelving and was starting to stand up when she saw Malcolm walking in. She was about to say something, but was still mortified by the incident at the nursing station and decided to remain quiet. Malcolm looked directly at her, unzipped his fly, and pulled his cock out of his white hospital pants. His shaft was hard as a rock and he smiled as he started stroking himself, looking directly at Carol squatting on the floor. She paused in fear, yet was not able to take her eyes off him and what he was doing with his erect shaft.
He walked directly in front of her, caressing his cock while he walked. When he was directly in front of her, he softly said, “Well, Mrs. Wilson, why don’t you help me take care of this swelling I seem to have.” She just stared at his huge cock bobbing inches in front of her face.
Carol asked him, “ahhh ….. wha …. what?”
He said “Why don’t you put my cock in that pretty white mouth of yours. Just open your mouth and suck on it. I think you can help me get rid of the swelling” To her amazement, Carol obediently responded and did just what he ordered her to do without question.
He gently slid his cock in and out of her mouth as he increased the stroking of the shaft. He looked down at Carol and told her “Look up at me, Mrs. Wilson.” Then he said, “You like being on your knees in front of me, sucking my cock, don’t you? Important nursing supervisor. Hmmm, a white girl like you just needs a big black cock in your mouth every so often, just to make you realize where you belong.”
Carol felt embarrassed and humiliated and feebly tried to pull her lips away from his cock. He realized what she was trying to do and reached his free hand around behind her head, and grabbed her by the hair. His strong grip wouldn’t allow her to pull her mouth off of his turgid cock. He forced her mouth back down on his throbbing shaft and made her continue sucking. Finally he released his stroking hand as he thrust forward, ramming his dick fully into Carol’s mouth.
Malcolm let out a loud, drawn-out groan as he climaxed. Carol tasted the massive load of his creamy semen spurting into her mouth and coursing down her throat. His spewing cock quickly overwhelmed her mouth and she choked and coughed. In response, he eased his dick out of her mouth while his climax continued. She closed her eyes as he spewed his semen over her face and down on the top of her scrubs.
When he finally stopped ejaculating, Carol’s face was covered by his semen. “That’s it, keep your eyes closed. Hold it right there, Mrs. Wilson.” After a brief moment he continued, “Perfect, Thanks, Mrs. Wilson. Hey, let’s get together and do this again real soon.”
Carol opened her eyes and watched as he zipped up his fly and walked toward the door. She heard the stockroom door open and close and Malcolm was gone. Stunned, she collapsed out of her crouch and sat on the floor, crying. She just couldn’t believe what had happened and what Malcolm had done to her. After several moments, she cleaned up as best she could, wiping her face with the hem of her scrubs.
Embarrassed and humiliated, Carol left the storeroom and went down to the senior nurses office on the second floor to hide. She just couldn’t go back to the nursing station and face Malcolm. No sooner had she got there and sat at her desk, uncontrollably sobbing with her head in her hands, when she got an e-mail from Malcolm. She opened it and recoiled at what it contained. It was a picture of Carol kneeling down with Malcolm’s creamy semen spattered all over her face and with even more oozing out of her open mouth. At the edge of the photo, mere inches away from her face, was the head of Malcolm’s rigid cock. She hadn’t realized it, but he had obviously snapped the shot with his cell phone camera when her eyes were closed at the end of the encounter. He had included a brief message, as well. “Mrs. Wilson, I’ve wanted to have you suck me off for years. Keep this to remind you of what happened. You might even want to share it with your husband. I’m sure he’d love to have a shot of you sucking a black cock.” Oddly enough, instead of deleting the e-mail, she saved it to a hidden folder in her personal email account.
Carol let three days pass after she’d sucked Malcolm’s dick in the storeroom. She had even called in sick so she wouldn’t have to encounter him directly. She just couldn’t bear the thought of seeing him and knowing what he would be thinking, remembering how she had sucked him off. She just couldn’t imagine how she could face him again, remembering how he had humiliated her like that. Even so, her pussy tingled every time she recalled the encounter. “What’s wrong with me!” she wondered. As much as she hated Malcolm for degrading her like that, she couldn’t erase the memory of the overpowering sensation of sucking him off, of feeling his hot sperm gushing into her mouth. She would pull up the picture on her computer when she was alone to look at it again and again. Whenever she relived the incident she was so thoroughly excited and aroused by the thought of his orgasm in her mouth that her pussy would become soaking wet.
The day Carol went back to work was a day when Malcolm was off shift. Consequently, she felt somewhat more comfortable about being there. She just hoped that hospital upper management team would never find out about the incident. “Well,” she thought, “I just hope that he is going to be satisfied with what happened and be finished with me.” She was conflicted, as well, because at the same time she clung to the overpowering desire that he would do it again, violate her again. However, this time, not just use her mouth but fuck her pussy, as well.
This particular day she worked the 7 am – 3 pm shift, and was surprised when her boss, Susan Thompson, called her at the nursing station a little before three. She and Susan had been friends for years, well before Susan had been promoted to her new position. Susan asked if she wanted to go out for a drink with her after the shift. Carol quickly responded, “Sure,. Susan. I think that’s a great idea. I could use one after this week.”
The two women went to the bar at a hotel right down the boulevard from the hospital. They “talked shop” and sipped their drinks for almost an hour when Carol got a call on her cell phone. Answering it, she was surprised to hear Malcolm’s voice. Malcolm apologized for not calling her the last few days and said he’d been busy, but wanted to say thanks for a terrific blowjob. “I certainly enjoyed having you suck me off, Mrs. Wilson. I bet you like to suck a lot of cock, don’t you? I bet you like to suck the cocks of men other than your husband, too, don’t you?”
Carol really didn’t know how to answer. Instead of her initial reaction to hang up, for some unknown reason she said, “I’ve been thinking about what happened and, yes, I do like it.” Almost immediately she was shocked by what she had said and wanted to take back her words right after she’d said them, but it was entirely too late.
Malcolm said “Hey, look, I’m not doing anything at the moment. Why don’t we meet someplace?” Again, before she thought through what he had asked, Carol said, “I’m in the bar at the hotel down the street from the hospital. Susan Thomson and I are having an after-work drink. Why don’t you join us?”
“Sounds great,” he responded, “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Carol’s stomach was churning. “What on earth have I done?” she thought, shocked by what she had done. “How could I be so stupid? What am I going to say to him when he gets here?” Visably shaken, Carol ordered another bourbon and coke.
Susan look puzzled and asked her “What’s wrong, Carol?” Carol paused and then told her that Malcolm was coming there and joining them for drinks. “So, what’s the problem?. He’s joined us for drinks before.”
Carol’s head swirled in a series of confused and conflicting thoughts and emotions. Finally she decided to tell Susan what happened that night in the storeroom. As Carol related the story, Susan’s eyes widened, her jaw dropped, and an expression of sheer astonishment crossed her face. Even so, the question she asked upon hearing the story shocked Carol: “What was it like, Carol? What did his cock look like?”
Carol paused briefly, then grinned, and said , “Oh, Susan! It was huge! …and just full of creamy semen!”
Susan smiled, swirled the bourbon around her glass and quietly said “I’ve always wondered what he was like. I often imagined exactly what size of cock he had, but never had the opportunity to find out. You did!”
Carol closed her eyes and said, “Damn, Susan! He really is huge! Oh! … and he just filled my mouth with his cum!”
“Did you enjoy it?” asked Susan quietly, imagining herself in such a circumstance.
“No, not at first,” Carol honestly responded. “It wasn’t until I started to think about the experience later and began reliving it that I found myself truly aroused by what happened.”
Perhaps fifteen minutes later the pair saw Malcolm walk in with a several of his friends. This was something Carol hadn’t expected, but admitted that she was certainly excited to see him. She didn’t know any of the other men though, and neither did Susan. They knew, however, that none of them were from the hospital staff.
The four men came over and joined the women at the table and sat down. Malcolm introduced Antwan, Duane, and D’shawn. He explained that they were all members of his basketball team in the city’s adult recreation league. Providing introductions, Malcolm explained that Antwan worked as a loan officer at a local bank, while Duane was a lawyer and D’shawn was a high school coach. The group started talking and the men bought Carol and Susan several drinks over the next hour.
It was almost five o’clock when the men suggested that they all get something to eat in the hotel restaurant. Susan said, “Oh no, not for me. I have to get home. Carol, what about you? are you going to be staying?” Carol knew she was entirely too drunk to drive and planned on leaving. She intended on calling Greg, her husband, to come pick her up. Carol assured Susan that she would be fine told her that she would call her. However, Malcolm then suggested that she go back to his home nearby and have another drink, assuring her that he would then get her home.
Carol knew that she should leave right then; however, for some bizarre reason, Malcolm’s suggestion made sense. She told him “Why not, but that I can’t be out too late either. I better call Greg.” She called her husband and lied that she and Susan were going out for the evening. There was a pause and then Greg said, “Okay.” Pausing again, he continued “Be careful and get a ride home if you’re too drunk.” After she hung up, Malcolm said he’d that he’d take care of her and get her home. Susan was concerned and feeling reluctant to leave, but she got up and prepared to leave the bar.
They all walked Susan out to her car and she gave Carol a wink as she got in. “Well, Carol, have a fun evening and tell me about it tomorrow.” When Susan’s car pulled away, Carol got into Malcolm’s Honda and the two drove a few blocks off of the main thoroughfare and into a quiet, secluded neighborhood. The couple drove without a word being spoken, lost in their own thoughts. Carol’s mind was swirling, recalling the storeroom experience and anticipating what she hoped would happen at his home. Even so, she was surprised when Malcolm’s friends pulled in the driveway behind them and asked him, “Did you know they were going to be coming over too?””
Malcolm said “Yeah, I’d invited them to come with us and we would all have a little party.” He grinned and continued. “Now, you treat my bros right and they’ll give you the night of your life.” He laughed and winked. Carol was more than a little drunk, but she quickly realized what kind of party he was talking about and that she’d be the center of attention for an interacial gangbang.
They all went inside the spacious and surprisingly well appointed house. Malcolm directed everyone into the living room and went into the kitchen to prepare drinks. Carol found herself sitting on a couch between Malcolm’s friends Duane and Antwan and as small as the couch was, the three were crowded quite close. Malcolm returned to the living room and passed out the liquor. After several moments, Duane and Antwan began rubbing Carol’s body through her clothing while the conversation continued and everyone sipped their drinks.
Everyone was laughing and talking as the additional alcohol continued to break down Carol’s remaining inhibitions. She really didn’t understand what everyone was talking about other than the evident fact that she was laughing and having a really good time. Because of the alcohol, her head began to swim in erotic thoughts. The two men beside her took turns kissing her, probing her mouth with their tongues. Carol was surprised that she was enthusiastically kissing them back, probing with her own tongue. After several minutes, Duane peeled off her scrub top, while Antwan began to work at removing her white scrub pants. Carol gave out a drunken laugh, and thought “Oh yeah, this evening is going to be something special!” Even so, she said, “I think you better stop what you’re doing, because … ..” She never completed the sentence because suddenly Duane unsnapped and removed her bra and started sucking and caressing her nipples while Antwan resumed his efforts with her hospital pants.
Carol didn’t struggle, and in no time they had her completely naked. Antwan tossed Carole’s panties to Malcolm and the men all whistled in appreciation of Carol’s shapely body. Duane and Antwan continued running their hands all over her body, especially between her legs. Carol leaned back on the couch and spread her legs further apart, giving them a better opportunity to let them do anything they wanted. She closed her eyes and put her hands behind her head as she leaned against the back of the couch, enjoying their caresses.
As Antwan reached down between Carol’s legs, he fondled her pussy and was quickly joined by Duane. Carol drunkenly giggled again, surprised at her wontoness. Certainly she was bothered by these black strangers feeling her private parts, but it felt so good that she wanted them to continue. She knew she was drunk and knowing the men were abusing her actually excited and aroused her. She could feel her pussy juices flowing profusely, quickly coating the men’s fingers. Surprisingly, Carol quickly experienced her first orgasm of the evening prompted by just their probing fingers alone. It was overpowering and she truly thought she was going to pass out from the combination of booze and sexual arousal.
“This white bitch likes it,” chuckled Duane. “Now, let’s see how much she likes this.” He unzipped his slacks and extracted a fully erect seven inch cock and pulled Carol’s head into his lap. Carol obediently opened her mouth and began to enthusiastically suck his rigid cock. “Hey, Gimme some of that!” said Antwan after a few minutes watching the action. “Don’t I get some?” Duane agreed and Carol felt her head being pulled to the other side to suck another firm, throbbing cock. This one was about the same size, but seemed even thicker than the first one. She sucked Antwan’s cock deep in her throat, making soft humming sounds as she did. She gradually worked her mouth all the way down his organ until she felt her nose reach his kinky pubic hair. Malcolm watched the three and told Carol to go ahead and suck them both off, “You need a mouthful of hot cum, woman.” he chuckled.
Carol increased her efforts, sucking eagerly until Antwan finally thrust up violently and climaxed with a thick load of creamy white sperm. Carol swallowed every drop, then directed her attention back to Duane and swallowed his swollen shaft. She worked her magic on his cock and was quickly rewarded with an equally thick white load. As his climax subsided, Carol scooped up a few drops of cum that had dribbled out the corners of her mouth and licked them from her fingers.
Even in her drunken and lust-filled condition, Carol realized that the other two men in the room had shed their clothes and were now completely naked. D’shawn pulled her forward and up off the couch, pushing her down on her knees on the floor. She was kneeling in front of Malcolm and D’shawn, each with huge erections, taking them in each hand and began stroking one while she sucked the other. Carol didn’t hesitate, but inhaled Malcolm’s cock all the way to the base in one smooth plunge. She made sloppy, sensual sucking sounds with her mouth as she worked him back and forth and finally deep into her throat. It wasn’t long before her strenuous efforts were rewarded as a thick load of creamy semen flooded her mouth.
She had barely swallowed that load, when she turned her attention to D’shawn. His cock was a little shorter, perhaps six inches, and very slender. She giggled, humorously thinking “Why, he’s a real ‘pencil dick’!” Even so, she lavished sloppy kisses and licks on the man’s shaft before sucking him all the way. D’shawn was patient, enjoying every moment with this skilled white woman and she worked on him for quite a while the other men cheered her on. After about five minutes of her exquisite cocksucking skills, he also blew a fresh load of cum down her throat.
As she swallowed the last of D’shawn’s sperm, Carol looked up to see the other three naked men standing around her, black skin glistening in the dim light, looking down on her and stroking their cocks. “Look at her, she loves this shit,” said Duane “She be nothing but a true whore,” said Antwan. Carol was beyond caring what they were saying; all she wanted was for one of these men to slam his cock into in her foaming hot pussy and fuck her. As she was pulled to her feet, Malcolm said, “We’re gonna use you, Mrs. Wilson. We gonna fuck your white ass silly!”
Duane grabbed her and led her to the large coffee table and pushed her on her back. He spread her legs and said, “Get ready to fuck, bitch!” He wasted no time and rammed his stiff cock into her drooling slash, driving it all the way in without a pause. In spite of her wanton needs, the force of the thrust elicited a loud grunt from Carol. She concentrated on the fat dick that was starting to fuck her hard, sliding over her swollen clitoris with each probing thrust. “Fuck me, damn you!” she wailed, “Fuck me.” Considering her agitated state of arousal and provocative words, it didn’t take much of this before Duane closed his eyes and blasted her cunt with his hot, creamy sperm.
Next up was Antwan and when he entered her pussy, he took his time and slowly, deliberately wormed his thick shaft all the way in. Carol lost it again, seemingly in one sustained orgasm as she screamed in sexual release. She began wildly thrusting against him, humping her hips upwards to get even more of his black cock up her pussy. When he reached his orgasm, after quite a long time of hard fucking, she came with him in yet another crashing orgasm of her own.
Malcolm was behind Carol and rolled her over. She spread her legs, and he plunged his huge cock into her already saturated pussy. She was so wet at that point that he slid in easily. He laughed and said “This white girl, senior nurse Wilson, is more than ready and willing to take a lot of cock in her. What do you think? can we help this cock-hungry white bitch out?”
The others laughed and shouted approval. Antwan said, “Fuck her in her ass, bro!” Malcolm laughed again and asked Carol “Would you like that, Mrs. Wilson? Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?” Carol quietly moaned, “Yes.” Malcolm chuckled again and told her to beg him to fuck her in the ass. Carol anwered with a near scream, “Please fuck me in my ass! Shove that big black cock of yours in my ass … please!!!”
Carol couldn’t believe that she was actually pleading this erotic and sensual request, especially in a room full of black guys that she had fucked and sucked! Malcolm pulled his dick out of her pussy and she felt his cockhead pushing against her rectum. This time she did feel pain as he first penetrated her. She screamed, which only made the men laugh. However, before she could make any more sounds D’shawn grabbed her by her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. As he started to thrust it in and out he said, “Here’s something for you suck on, bitch!”
Malcolm’s thick shaft battered Carol’s rectum, slamming in at out as he shouted, “Take it, bitch! Take all my cock! Oh, fuck! Her ass is so tight!” Carol moaned around D’shawn’s dick rammed past her sucking lips, lost in her own sexual overload. Probably ten minutes passed before both men reached their climax, pouring even more semen into her body.
After that they all took turns with the exhausted Carol until she could barely stand. Antwan sat on the couch and told Carol to straddle him and sit down. Weakened, Carol did as she was told and he grabbed and positioned his cock and the moment she sat down he drove his cock deep in her rectum. Pulling her body back, he told Duane “Fuck the white bitch’s pussy now!!” Duane didn’t hesitate, sliding his cock against the lips of Carol’s steaming slash and driving it home. Now Carol had two huge black cocks probing and thrusting in her body. The double penetration prompted yet another orgasm and she ground back against their cocks in frenzied response. The action only made the men fuck the sex-crazed woman all the harder, which in turn making her orgasm more. With a howl, Antwan was the first to reach his climax, flooding her ravaged rectum with his steaming hot cum. He was quickly followed by Duane, who blasted another load into Carol’s sodden, well-used pussy.
They gradually stopped their fucking and they turned Carol over to be violated by the other two black men. She was rolled sideways to Malcolm’s waiting cock. Facing Malcolm, she was lifted and firmly impaled on his rigid shaft as he pulled her body toward his chest. D’shawn then crouched behind her, positioning himself and slid his cock in her battered rectum. In spite of the akward position, the two men began fucking her, shaking her weakened body like a rag doll. Seeing his opportunity, Duane stood up on the couch and grabbed the mature woman by the hair, shoving his cock back into her mouth. “Clean my cock, bitch!” he screamed. Antwan cheered them all on, stroking his cock as he watched Carol getting fucked in the pussy, ass and mouth.
Carol’s loud moans, the sounds of the men grunting, and the emotion of the experience drowned out everything. Carol’s mind was swirling for what seemed like hours, then she heard Malcolm grunt and say “I’m cuming in that white pussy of yours!!!” and Carol felt his load spurt deep inside of her. Moments later, D’shawn groaned and said “Oh, fuck! Oh yeah, feel a load of nigger cum up that tight white ass of yours! Oh, fuck yeah!” as he loosed his own flow of steaming semen into her rectum.
After a few moments, Duane pulled out of Carol’s ass and then she staggered off of Malcolm. She was so weakened by the fucking that she couldn’t stand up and slumped down next to him, exhausted and nearly comatose, She could hear them all of them laughing and hooting as Malcolm said “Mrs. Wilson is the kind of white girl who loves getting gang-fucked by niggers.”
And, just that suddenly, the gangbang came to a close when Duane threw her a towel, and said, “We’re done and you needed to clean up.” The others began to clean up and get dressed. Malcolm turned and quietly asked her, “Mrs. Wilson, are you okay?” Carol didn’t quite know how to answer him. Her pussy burned and her ass was on fire and her jaw had been outrageously stretched. She could barely move her legs and her arms were like rubber. But, she knew that she had never experienced as many orgasms as she had that night, perhaps in her entire life. Here she was, a respected nursing professional, sitting on a couch her white body totally naked after having been gangbanged by four black guys. She knew she should feel humiliated, violated, and ashamed; however, instead, she was totally turned on and aroused by the the fact that she had indeed been gangbanged by four black studs!
After she had recovered somewhat and the other men had left, Carol had Malcolm drive her home and that’s when she looked at the time on the dashboard clock. It was almost eleven. She had been fucked almost constantly for almost five hours.
On the way home, neither she nor Malcolm spoke as she replayed the events of the evening in her head. In doing so she realized that she was getting aroused again. She knew that she’d been fucked like she’d never been fucked before in her entire life. She was ashamed at what she’d done at Malcolm’s house. She’d been completely ravaged by four black men. Still, she was amazed at her eventual enjoyment of the ordeal, as evidenced by the moistness of her pussy in her renewed arousal.
Malcolm dropped her off at her home and she quietly entered the darkened house. Greg had obviously gone to bed. She climbed the steps to the bedroom and stripped off her scrubs, bra and panties. After a long, hot shower, she slipped into the bed. Her huband, awakened, sleeply asked, “Have a good time?” Carol, answered answered a brief “Yes,” then turned over and pulled the covers over her. She immediately fell asleep and as she slept, she had some positively outrageous dreams.

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JailForce part 10 thru 12

Jail Force
Parts 10-12
By: Jimmy T Seay
(m+/t oral forced enema jail)
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Don loved performing. Well, he loved it when it was involving sex. He was
really going to enjoy what was about to unfold. Not only was he about to
have this golden boy, he was about to ruin the same boy’s life.
Don was about to show out for his viewing audience. “Brian, get those two
mattresses!” Don pointed as he ordered the boy.
Brian was very conscious of his nudity now. He tried to shield his body as
he moved to follow Don’s orders. He grabbed a mattress and took it to where
Don stood.
Don said, “Lay it there, put the other one here.”
Brian got the other mattress. They were side by side on the floor, close up
by the bars. Ortez and the others no longer hid. They were right up at the
bars. The rest of the tank sat on the bench, watching the drama unfold.
Bruno knew this was going to be fun. His big dick would play a part of this.
he started getting hard again, just waiting for his turn.
Don said, “Kid, if I had know you were gonna pay me a visit, I would have
been more prepared. It ain’t every day a man gets to have a punk like you.
But, we can make due.”
Brian looked at Don, trying to pretend there was no one else around. Don
said, “first I need a couple of sexy poses. Come here, Brian.”
Brian walked up to Don. He whispered, his voice still weak from the throat
pounding Bruno had given him. “Please, sir. Not in front of them. Please?
I’ll do anything, but not with them watching.”
Don answered him coldly and loudly. “You will do anything, anyway. I want
your friends over there to see, so they will see.” Don grabbed Brian, moving
his body. Don placed his lips to Brian’s mouth. The camera flashed, and the
picture ejected.
Don smiled, “Now, a money shot. Turn your back to the camera, but look over
your shoulder into the camera. Let the camera see that big butt and those
pretty eyes.”
Brian did as he was told. His life was ruined, what did it matter? The next
shot was of Brian kneeling and kissing Don’s dick.
Don said, “Enough of the glamour shots, it’s time for this boy to learn some
new things.”
Steve yelled, “Fuck the games, fuck him in the ass!”
Don looked at Steve, he locked his eyes on Steve’s eyes. “Boy, you keep
quiet. This is my show! If you were in here, I’d punk your ass too!”
Steve said softly, “Yeah, what ever.”
Don didn’t like interruptions. He said, “Now, Brian, get down in the middle
of the mattresses on all fours. But I want you sideways to them. I want you
to look at them. Do you understand?”
Brian said sadly, “Yes sir.”
Don said, “I want you to look at the smart ass over there. What ever I do to
you, could happen to him.”
Steve started to defend himself. He’d never be sucking dick, but something
in Don’s stare scared him enough so that he didn’t feel safe, even though
bars separated them.
Brian got down on all fours, in the classic doggy position. Don felt like an
educator as he knelt down behind Brian. He spread the boy’s legs wider
apart, he made sure the boy was looking at the smart assed kid.
Don started his lecture. “Okay, this punk is virgin. A lot of men would just
shove their cocks up in his pussy, but there’s a right way and a wrong way.
Brian here, has had a good pussy douching. But he’s never been fucked. Now,
if I was to just shove my dick in him, he’d hurt, he’d scream, he’d hate me.
It’s because Brian’s straight, he likes pussy, not dick. So, a boy like
this, you got to break in right. You can’t just fuck them, naw, you gotta
break what makes them a man. This boy done sucked 4 cocks. That didn’t break
him. Are you all understanding me?”
Ortez didn’t understand but he said “Yes,” and nudged the other two, both of
them nodded in agreement.
“Good, ” Don said. “This punk is well hung. He’s a great looking boy, he’s
well built. Raping his mouth hurt his feelings, raping his ass would hurt
his feelings. But he’d recover. So, what I plan on doing is rape his mind.”
Brian heard Don’s words and was reminded of an algebra teacher. Brian did
not believe things could get any worse.
Don reached between Brian’s legs. “See this cock? Almost any man would be
proud to have meat like this. But this is a punk.” Don gently rubbed Brian’s
cock. “This ain’t a dick anymore, it’s a punk clit. I’m gonna make the punks
clit hard, so that you all can see how big it is.”
Everyone’s eyes were on Brian’s dick and Don’s hands. Don hit all the right
spots and Brian’s dick begin to grow. It hit it’s large 8 inch size and was
a darker color as it dangled down between Brian’s spread legs.
“I wish my cock got this big,” Don said smiling. “The next part is getting
the boy pussy ready. I usually use grease of some kind, but since I didn’t
know he’d be dropping in, I guess I’ll just use good old spit. Now, watch
his face, cause I’m gonna stick a finger in him.”
Everyone watched as Don spit in one hand and coated his index finger with
spit. Will shifted, he didn’t want anyone to see him boning up, but Will was
wondering what it would feel like to fuck another dude.
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Part 11 – Dick For Daze
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Not a sound was heard as Don stuck his finger between Brian’s spread butt
cheeks. Brian was following his order, he was looking at Steve. As the
finger entered Brian, he took a deep breath, the sound broke the silence.
Steve laughed, “Look at that faggot! He’s got that dudes finger in his ass!”
Ortez laughed even louder. “Do that bitches ass!” he yelled.
Don ignored them, the boy was still pretty tight. Before the boy was ready
to get fucked, Don had some work to do. He gently fingered Brian, searching.
He said, “There it is!”
The 3 outside the tank had no idea of what Don meant. Bruno and Keith knew.
Bruno had bruised many a prostate gland along the way, Keith had fucked the
cum out of unwilling victims. Ricky didn’t care, he was thinking about the
blow job he had just gotten.
Don had found Brian’s prostate, he rubbed it, carefully. He watched Brian’s
cock as he gently massaged the magic gland. When Don saw the first drop of
prelube leak from Brian, he pressed into the gland.
As Brian begin to leak, Don said, “See, the boy’s dripping!”
Don felt he had proved something, only Will wondered what. Don pulled his
index finger out, and spit on it and spit on his middle finger. He begin to
rub two fingers into Brian’s ass hole.
As his worked the fingers into the kid, he said, “You see how I made his
dick leak? That is something he’ll never forget. Now, I am gonna open his
pussy up some more, I’m gonna get him ready to get fucked. It’s real
important to keep the punk hard during this time, when they’re straight. You
got to switch from the punks ass lips to their prostate. They can’t control
their dicks that way. This boy is gonna hate getting fucked, he thinks he is
the fucker. I’m gonna teach him more about his body then he ever wanted to
know.”
Brian had no control over what Don was doing, the fingers hurt, but Don was
able to keep Brian hard the whole time. Don fingered his ass and kept
talking. Brian almost came, almost nutted, he fought his body to hold it
back.
Don felt what he was making Brian experience. Don nodded his head, “You boys
will be glad to know the punk is ready for dicking now.”
Don got into position. He pushed Brian flat on his stomach. Don placed his
cock head against Brian’s butt hole. Don said, “Look at them, look at them!”
Brian’s sore throat could not express the pain as Don begin to stick cock
inside him. Brian gave a weird, deep cry.
Will said, “Aw, shit…….” Will grabbed his crotch. Will’s balls unleashed
as he watch Brian’s pain filled face. Will’s jeans were stained, and once
again he said, “Aw, shit.” The he let out the breath he had been holding.
No one else noticed what Will had done. They were all looking at Don and
Brian.
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Part 12 – Cocks and Croaks
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Steve looked at the two prisoners, the dude had really done it, he had stuck
his cock inside of Brian McKee. The look on McKee’s face was awesome!
Steve nudged Ortez, “Pictures, man, come on, snap out of it!”
Ortez had witnessed the inmates having sex before, he’d just never saw a
first penetration. If it felt as bad as McKee’s face looked, it must hurt
tremendously.
Don’s dick had just fully entered Brian. All seven plus inches inside
Brian’s tight fuck chute. Brian’s sphincter felt like a wide elastic band,
as it locked around Don’s dick.
Brian felt an unbearable stretching, the hard object had moved his insides
around, making room for itself. Brian had forgotten about pushing out, he
had forgotten everything but the pain. Brian’s face reflected part of the
pain. His mouth was in a small o shape, his eyes squinted, the very skin on
his face appeared stretched, much like his ass hole felt.
Brian could feel every vein, every bump of the thing that had been thrust
inside his body. His manhood was violated, this man had taken the last thing
that made Brian a man.
Don looked at the three men at the bars, he said, “The boy is no longer
virgin, his ass is now a pussy for fucking!”
Brian’s raw throat let out an awful croak, it sounded like a wild animal
dying. Silence followed the sound.
Don said, “Boy, keep looking at your friends.” Don reached under Brian.
Brian’s erection was gone. “Now, as I was entering him, his cock went limp.
You can’t really see from there, but his big dick has shriveled up, and his
nuts are close against his body. It’s almost like his body knows it’s
manhood was taken. I’ve given his pussy this time to get used to the feel of
a hard cock, now, I’m going to start fucking him.”
Don rose up, pulling his dick out, except for the very tip. He rotated his
hips as he slowly reentered Brian. Brian kept his blue eyes on the group, as
Will looked into them, he saw a very vacant stare.
Don carefully fucked, and took great effort to use his cock to massage the
boy’s prostate. Don intended for the boy to cum. Part of destroying this
virile boy was making his nuts respond to the fucking.
Don rode the boy’s body, looking at the powerful back muscles, the broad
shoulders, the strong arms. The boys ass cushioned and pillowed Don as he
humped in and out. After Don tired of the position, he climbed off of Brian.
“Brian, get up to the bars, bend over, and grab the bars. I’m gonna let your
friends get a real close view. Ringside, you might say.”
Brian moved slowly, his thick butt cheeks had put painful pressure on the
already swelling ass lips. Even this short walk, caused pain. Brian assumed
the new position, he was just inches away from Ortez, Will, and Steve.
Don got behind Brian, he held his hard rod like a weapon. He placed it
against Brian’s ass hole, and shoved all the way in, in a single stroke.
Brian’s face showed the pain, and another croak escaped. This one sounded
like a desperate cry.
Steve got very close to Brian, he was face to face, only the bars between
them. “Dude, you got a dick up your ass, you’re a fag boy now! You’ve let a
man stick his dick in you!”
As Don begin fucking again, Steve kept talking down to Brian. Will watched
Brian’s dick flop as the man shoved in and out of the boy.
Ortez took some more pictures. Brian McKee would never be able to deny this!
Don held the boys hips, he could feel his cock rubbing the boy’s prostate.
“Okay, boy, it’s time to learn to use your pussy, squeeze my dick with your
pussy!”
Brian closed and opened his sore sphincter, effectively milking Don’s cock.
The incredible tightness caused Don to grunt. Don wanted to nut, he wanted
to fill this beautiful boy with his seed, but he held back.
Brian’s body betrayed him, his cock had visibly lengthened. It had firmed
from the constant pressure Don was applying inside. Brian felt his nuts
tremble. He stared, desperately trying to keep this from happening. He
couldn’t cum, not from this!
Don continued to take the boy closer and closer to the edge. Don felt the
first wad erupt from the boy. Don smiled and yelled, “He’s cumming, the
bitch is cumming!”
Everyone looked at Brian’s cock, they saw the first wad hit the floor,
another followed, then another.
Brian’s ass pulsed crazily, as his nuts blasted. Don begin to send hot
creamy man seed inside the boy’s ass. “I’m nutting in his ass!” Don grunted.
Don roughly shoved into Brian, Brian’s chin hit the bars. His cum lay in a
spread out pool on the tank’s floor. A man’s cum coated his insides.
Don pulled out, slapping the boy’s ass cheeks. “Great job, that’s the best
boy pussy I’ve ever tapped. Now, let your friends see your pussy. Turn
around, bend over and spread that money maker.”
Not a single tear was on Brian’s face now. He turned around, as he bent
over, he spread his ass cheeks. The air felt good as it touched his raw ass
lips. Steve laughed as he looked at the violated, puffy hole. A drop of
Don’s cum dripped out, as to prove more was inside.
Will looked at the hole, wondering what it felt like inside the stud boy’s
body. Will would have loved to be dicking that ass right now.
Ortez got some good pictures, Don made Brian look over his shoulder in one
picture, another was a close up of Brian’s ass hole. Another showed Brian’s
spread cheeks, and Don’s hands on them.
The masculine boy wanted time to run backwards.
Steve asked, “Whose gonna dick him next?” Steve was ready for another show,
he wanted to see the big dick spic fuck Brian.
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Diary of Billy Bob Chapter 8 (Our Daughter)

This is the diary of Billy Bob McTavish, a teen boy, about he and his young girl cousin growing up, having a family and a wide variety of sexual adventures, some quite bizarre. It has ten chapters: (1) Becoming a Man; (2) Marriage; (3) House Guest; (4) Satisfying Our Guest; (5) Helping a Psychologist; (6) More Sex Therapy; (7) Mutual Therapy; (8) Our Daughter; (9) Our Daughter is 13; (10) ConclusionBilly Bob Chapter 8 (Our Daughter)
The last few months of her pregnancy, Leah looked like she had swallowed a melon that continued to grow till it was huge. We kidded a lot about her melon, so when our daughter was born we just had to call her Melony. We still lived in the one-room home out in the country and didn’t have money to buy a crib, so Melony grew up sleeping in bed with us. While she was a tiny baby we had to be careful to not bounce the bed so much as to throw her off. As she grew she became accustomed to our Sunday afternoon frolic. Sometimes she would be an interested spectator, at other times she was bored and would play with her dolly on the floor.
By the time she was seven Melony often crawled into bed with us to be cuddled and kissed as we relaxed and came down from our love-making. This was a sharing time that we all enjoyed. When she was eight she would sometimes get into bed during our foreplay and pretend to nurse on one of Leah’s tits while I was kissing the other one. Leah seemed to really enjoy that. Several times she removed Melony’s clothes so she could have her lay on her stomach and play with Leah’s breasts while I had my head buried in her snatch. When I brought Leah to a climax with my tongue massaging her clit, her hips gyrated wildly and Melony would laugh and hold on to keep from falling off.
When Melony turned ten, Leah decided that it was time for her to learn to enjoy sex. She initiated her into the joy of 69. Melony had taken a spurt in growth so that while Leah was licking her cunt, Melony could actually get her mouth and tongue down to Leah’s clit too. Leah did this as sort of a birthday surprise. Melony did seem to enjoy it, but the following Sunday didn’t participate in the afternoon at all. It tuned out that she had talked to one of her friends at school about it, pretending that it was something that she had read in a men’s magazine, and the friend didn’t believe that things like that were really done. She said that it was dirty and that no girl would ever do anything like that. I’m not sure what else was said, but from then on Melony started taking more of an interest in me and in how Leah pleased me. For a number of months she observed closely but made no move to do any more than just watch. She did still occasionally cuddle up to both of us after our love-making and hug and kiss us.
One Sunday afternoon I had undressed and gotten into bed and was waiting for Leah to come to bed too, but she was busy mending a little rip in her Sunday dress. Melony got up on the bed too and asked me if I was waiting for Mommie to give me pleasure. I said yes, but that was alright because she had work to do. Then Melony asked if she could take mommies place and make me happy. She said that she knew how to do it and wanted to show me. I was somewhat taken aback by this and tried to avoid answering her by saying that I didn’t really mind waiting for Leah. Then Leah spoke up and said that it was going to take quite a bit longer to finish repairing her dress and she thought it would be nice of Melony to please Daddy.
With that encouragement, Melony quickly took off her Sunday clothes, laid down next to me, and gave me a big hug. She then moved up so that her head was over mine and started kissing me, but this was no childish kiss. She very expertly kissed around on my lips, sucking slightly on the lower lip, and then tentatively exploring my mouth with her tongue. She repeated this several times before locking her lips to mine and extending her tongue as far as she could and sliding it over and around on my tongue.
Now this was my daughter, so I was enjoying her attentions in a fatherly way and feeling a little amused at the same time. My little girl was growing up. She left her lips glued to mine for a long time and then I felt her hand gliding down my stomach until she felt of my penis. It was, of course, completely flaccid. As soon as she felt that, she said “Daddy, you’re not cooperating” just as she had heard her mother say it before. With that she slid down between my legs and took my dick in her mouth. I started to push her off, saying that I’d wait for Leah to do that, when Leah broke in and said “Go ahead Melony and be really nice to your father.” It did not take any coaxing. My daughter was giving me head just as expertly as her mother does.
Against my better judgment, I laid there and let her have her fun, initially believing that I would not respond sexually to her attentions. However, it did not take very long before I started having an erection. As she let her mouth slide up and down on my now-erect prick, she was also using her tongue to lick and circle the end and even letting her teeth very gently scrape the underside as her head moved back and forth. As my prick became engorged and swelled to its full size, she increased her tempo and clamped her lips around my shaft very tightly as she continued to stroke its full length. She was even able to slide my dick into her throat and to swallow while it was there; oh what a glorious feeling that was.
I tried to push her head away as I felt that I was about to come, but Leah (who had come over and sat on the bed to watch us) restrained my hand and said that Melony needed to experience the full pleasure of giving head. With that I exploded and filled my daughter’s mouth with my sperm. She apparently swallowed all of it and continued to caress my organ with her mouth as I came down from my high. “Daddy, did you like that” she asked, and of course it was obvious that I had. Then she wanted to know was she as good as Mommie, and I had to admit that she was every bit as good, and that with her smaller mouth and throat, was somewhat more exciting.
This blew my mind. I could not believe that I had become so sexually aroused by my own daughter, and she still a child just ten years old. Not only had I been ‘aroused’ but had actually lain there and enjoyed it. I had to tell Melony that we couldn’t do that again, trying to tell her that I certainly still loved her (when she started to cry) but as my daughter rather than a grown woman. Leah was no help either. She tried to tell me that it was OK, that it was just another way of expressing our love for one another. It was then that I laid down the law that from then on Leah and I would have our sexual relations in private – no more Sunday afternoon pleasures. For the next several weeks I was busy putting up a wall and a door to make a bedroom. It was tiny, only six feet by nine feet, but it still took up half the width of the house and cut out the light from one of the windows, leaving the house partly dark in the mornings. Leah was so put out with me that she cut me off for a whole month, but finally initiated love making one night and then resumed our Sunday afternoon sessions too.
This was the way we worked things out for the next several years. However, when Melony turned thirteen she had a long talk with Leah and apparently gave her an ultimatum. Either she was again admitted to our love-making or she would accept some of the overtures from several of the high-school boys. She said that she needed to feel loved and really needed the sexual release of being loved physically.
Leah argued with me that we were pushing her out of the nest too soon and that if she let a lot of the boys screw her that she was going to be hurt terribly. There was no way that we could keep tabs on her every action, so could not prevent her becoming promiscuous if she chose to do so. I had to agree that that alternative was unacceptable, but drug my feet on having sex with her myself. I could go along with Melony being with us as we made love, and including her in the hugs and kisses to include her in our love. We talked then with Melony, and while she was unhappy with not being able to participate fully, she agreed to the new conditions. I was glad to tear down that wall; it had taken up so much of the house that we were really crowded in it.
The following Sunday after lunch we undressed and laid on the bed together. This was the first time that I’d seen Melony completely nude since she was ten, and was surprised at how much she had developed. She now had a heavy patch of hair between her legs and her breasts were nearly as fully developed as were Leah’s. I knew right then that my resolve to not include Melony in our love making was doomed to failure. After all, according to our ancient Scottish traditions, she needed instruction from a man on how to become a woman and it would be up to Uncle Abraham and I, as her only male blood relatives.

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Cat girl Charity – Transitions part 1

Welcome to the fifth of my stories of Charity, a cat-girl seeking to find her place in the world, and how her romance with the Chancellor Storm Dragon continues to grow – despite the outright hostility of other, chaos and mischief coming between the two, and the usual mess of events as well.