The Journey of McCarty 915

A familiar sensation greeted me as my eyes opened and a yawn escaped my mouth, that oh so delicious feeling of my morning wood straining against my silk night ware. It was becoming an ever occurring pattern that no matter how large the orgasm the night before I would wake with the hardest of cocks, begging for my attention and the feedback from being constrained within my lingerie only drove that higher.

I attempted to clear the sleepy fog from my eyes and put the thoughts of playing with myself out of my mind. The notification light on my phone was blinking insistently and as I activated the screen I could see why. There were multiple messages from multiple platforms, all the accounts I had set up the night before had attracted a considerable amount of attention. I could only presume my streaming fans had followed my links and signed up in great numbers.

There were so many alerts my phone ran out of space to list them and I hopped on the computer. It didn’t take long for me to check out all of my profiles and they all had way more subscribers that I imagined they would, so many people had paid to download the new videos and photos. There were comments and requests firing in from all of the applications and it was entirely overwhelming.

It took a good half an hour to filter through each platform, there were plenty of familiar names but so many new ones. It was so thrilling to see how popular the uploads had been, the revenue it generated had already offset what I’d lost in not being able to do the shows live, and surely even more people would continue to subscribe and pay for my content as time went on.

My heart was pounding at the excitement of it all, and so to was my cock. It had remained stubbornly rigid since I woke and now, with a moment to take it all in, thoughts of pleasuring myself took over. However with the internet fully back up there was no reason why I couldn’t do a morning show.

I logged into my streaming profile and started to set myself up. Waking up horny and then taking in all of the messages had really pushed my buttons and I was hotter than ever, the front of my panties were already soaked and my nipples tingled with anticipation. A few moments later and viewers started to trickle in.

Plenty of my usual customers, congratulating me on the new uploads and expressing their happiness that I was going to do an extra show. As I chatted I idly played with myself, it was impossible not to. I also realised at this point that I would need to buy some more cameras as I didn’t have any spare ones to record the alternate videos besides my main streaming camera.

The first big ping sounded out as someone made a request, and I ran on autopilot, posing, spanking, stripping and stroking, in whatever way they asked. I loved teasing them though, it was a new sense of power that I felt, being able to coax and push them to beg for more. I knew what they wanted though, and I wanted it more than anything, my favourite little metal friend was eased inside with a low moan as it nestled against my sensitive prostate.

I knew before I even started broadcasting that I wasn’t going to last long, I’d already padded out the show for almost an hour and I was in all honesty desperate to cum. As good as my little jewelled plug was I craved something more, and with my sensitive nipples aching I attached the pumps and drew them out with maximum pressure. With both hands free I grabbed the largest of the buttplugs and unceremoniously removed the little metal one and replaced it with one swift lubed thrust.

I gasped and groaned out loud as my rock solid cock throbbed at the intrusion, last nights endeavours had stretched me a little and there was zero pain or discomfort, only pleasure. I tried as hard as I could to keep paying attention to the chat, to respond to requests especially the larger donations. But as seemed to be the pattern of previous shows I became more and more self-absorbed in pursuing the greatest amount of pleasure.

I was now totally disengaged from the stream and all about getting myself off again, the plug was being thrust in and out, my other hand running the entire length of my dick which was slick with copious amounts of precum. Every time I moved the suction cups on my nipples rubbed against the bra sending spikes of pleasure through my body.

I sat on the edge of the bed so I could grind my hips down and push the plug in and around, my right hand still pumping on my cock and the left alternating between my inflated nipples. I could feel the pressure building and chased the sensations, building the waves higher and higher. I pulled off one of the cups and gripped my elongated nipple between my fingers, the sparks it triggered raced down my spine to the plug grinding in my ass and I felt my hole clench and flex as the cum began to boil in my balls.

I let out a wail, my hand sliding up and down the full length bringing my orgasm from deep within me to the surface, my spare hand held out in front to catch the jets. The first was immense and shot out almost hitting the desk, and those that followed pumped out thing ropes of sperm. As the pulses faded in strength, without even thinking I brought my cum covered hand to my mouth and fed it in.

I savoured each drop and liked my fingers clean before returning to the tap to collect more. I might have had reservations about eating my cum before, but now it seemed to perpetuate the climax, elongating my bodies response and in turn releasing even more for me to swallow, there was still a hint of salty bitterness but the overwhelming flavour was delicious.

As my breathing came back under control and the last waves of orgasm subsided I once again engaged with my viewers, there were now almost as many as during my evening shows, and the running total was equally as respectable. If I woke up like this every morning and either shot a video or broadcast a show I would be in a great position financially.

I said my goodbyes, blowing the viewers a kiss before I shut it down. The mannerisms and the way I interacted with them was completely second nature, I had to admit I loved teasing and flirting with them. The online persona that had evolved was automatic in my responses, and I always felt so much pride in being able to elicit the reactions I did. I felt confident and self-assured in a way I never had before and I loved the positive attention that came with it.

I sprung out of bed and flew through my usual morning routine, showering, yoga, stretches and the application of beauty products and light makeup that had become totally habitual. I still felt energised and decided to go for a run. My usual route taking me down the street and into the park, I made my way round greeting the familiar faces of dog walkers, other joggers and people. Enjoying the fine weather and feeling incredibly positive about my current situation, sure the job was looking like it would end, but I had everything in place to be able to survive without it, and with a bit more work and investment in some new cameras I knew I could increase the revenue eventually.

After completing a few circuits I decided on one last loop before heading back, I faintly heard someone shouting from behind me but carried on regardless, it wasn’t for a few hundred meters that I realised it was my name being called out and I stopped to see who it was. Not too far away Marc approached clearly a little out of breath, I couldn’t help but tease him about being unfit, despite his appearance very clearly being the opposite. We exchanged pleasantries while he got his breath back, and he repeatedly complimented me on my pace.

He had apparently been trying to catch up for almost a full lap, and I swelled with pride at the accolade, my fitness really had come a long way since that first time we ran into each other. We resumed our run at a much steadier pace, talking about everything and nothing, it had been a crazy few months and it was just enjoyable to have an in-person conversation, even more so for it to be about regular things like the weather and whatever was on TV.

We left the park and I headed back home, Marc insisted on escorting me to my home and as much as I didn’t really want him knowing where I lived, I did at least lived in a block of flats so he wouldn’t know which one it was. We rounded the corner and I saw a delivery driver attempting to make a drop off at my door. https://zooghana7.bloggersdelight.dk/2021/12/08/trents-big-adventure/ They could have been for anyone but judging that most people were staying at home if no one was answering they were probably for me.

I jumped up the short flight of steps and exchanged a few friendly words with the driver as usual, bending down to pick up the small pile from the floor as he left. I didn’t really think too much about it until I turned to Marc whose face had flushed and he that goofy expression which was always present when he’d been caught checking me out. It dawned on me that I had basically given him a prime view of my ass in the tight fitting leggings I had on, not doubt the material being stretched going slightly transparent. At least id worn a nice pair of panties I thought to myself, and rather than be embarrassed about it, my cam girl persona took over and proceeded to tease him even more.

He was trying desperately to change the subject and I eventually relented as his now crimson cheeks breathed a sigh of relief. Not long after we parted ways I went through the door, turned and a blew a kiss just as I had that morning on my show. He beamed a smile back and me and turned to carry on running, and I caught myself in the realisation of what I just did. It wasn’t that it felt wrong, just that it had been so automatic. Being a cock tease on cam was part of the job, but it was it really necessary in the outside world?

My attention returned to the parcels I had in my arms, looking at them as I made my way to my apartment. They were clearly from my amazon wish list as they had that now familiar return address, I dumped them on the bed and stepped into the bathroom stripping off my running clothes. I had worked up quite a sweat not to mention I was sporting a semi from the exchange with Marc. It wasn’t that I found him attractive, not that he was an ugly guy, just that whenever I behaved like that on cam I would be rewarded with tokens, I would feel that rush of adrenaline and the release of serotonin which immediately made me horny.

In the shower I replayed the meeting, it was so funny to make him squirm, to have him clearly check me out, maybe even lust after me. The feeling of being desirable even if it was from another guy felt good, besides most of my fans and viewers were guys, and that stopped bothering me ages ago. I soaped myself up and my seemingly ever sensitive nipples stirred my semi into a fully grown throbbing rod.

As I gently played with myself I wondered about Marc, was he back home or in the gym shower doing the same as me? Had I flirted and teased him so much he couldn’t help himself? I always loved it when my viewers would tell me I made them cum, the power of knowing you can have such a great effect on someone else was addictive. Was he at home right now, in the shower furiously stroking his dick? my body shivered, and I had to stop myself, I was right on the brink and I wanted to do another show tonight. It did however give me the perfect idea for my next recording.

A steamy hot shower scene, I didn’t often do broadcasts or videos without clothes on so it would be something different, and I did love the feeling of the water running over my smooth body. My stubborn erection was subsiding slightly, and I stepped out and dried myself off. deciding that my afternoon would be once again spent down the shops buying some more cameras, tripods and microphones to shoot the extra content with.

Wrapping a towel around me I returned to the bed and started to open the packages. Starting with the small ones they contained quite a few different panties, some of the packages had notes of thanks and requests and others without anything. A pair of very sheer tights and a request for a foot specific video or photos. Then a smallish box, which as I opened it contained something I had not seen in person before, it was a small metal object, a chastity cage. I pulled it from the packaging and played around with the hinge and clasp. It looked quite small, but then in my soft state it probably wouldn’t be too difficult to fit.

I placed it to one side and opened the largest parcel. In it there was a stereotypical French maid’s outfit, complete with stockings, very short frilly black and white dress, impossibly small g-string, silk gloves and a little white headpiece. Removing it from the packaging I could instantly tell that it wasn’t a cheap fancy dress item. The fabrics were incredibly smooth, the stitching and details spoke for themselves and luxurious feeling gloves were silky soft.

I could not resist trying on this new outfit, although I immediately made a note that I would need new shoes to go with it as nothing I had was quite right. I was going shopping today anyway so I might as well, I justified to myself. I grabbed the waist trainer that someone had given me previously as I knew this outfit was going to be tight fitting. I rolled the stocking up my legs, pulled the dress over my shoulders and fastened the clasps. Pulling up the tiny panties that struggled to in any way contain my now semi hard cock. I did my best but thought if I just carry on it might eventually soften.

I attached the garter straps to the stocking and added the hair piece before pulling on the gloves. They felt incredible on my skin, I’d never felt anything this soft, as I touched my body it immediately fired little jolts of pleasure, it was if they enhanced the smoothness of my skin and they felt so supremely feminine. I stepped in front of the mirror and was both elated and disappointed with my reflection.

From the rear I looked amazing, the ribs in the dress combined with the waist trainer to really suck in my middle and enhance the hourglass figure, my cheeks just peeped out from below the bottom of the dress and the stockings and straps squeezed my legs and ass into an amazing shape. Turning to the front my now raging boner lifted the lace frills of the dress and pulled my attention away from the disappointing part, the chest. This dress was clearly intended for someone with a much larger bust, well any bust. Apart from my now seemingly permanently hard nipples, my chest was flat and it hung emptily. I grabbed some socks and stuffed them in, adding a few more and adjusting the fit I eventually filled the shape out as it was intended. It was quite a high chested dress so you couldn’t really see it was padding, but it could look better for sure.

I then turned my attention to shoes, I knew I didn’t have anything that would match perfectly, but I could at least gauge how high of a heel I should buy to go with it. I pulled out the shoes I already had and tried one pair after the other, each gave a different appearance to my legs, or felt more comfortable to wear. Once id found a pair I was happy with I set about adding some makeup to match the look. Half an hour later and I settled on the finished article, the bonus of concentrating so hard on eyeliners and mascara was that my cock had gone fully soft, even though as I stood in the mirror a long string of precum dripped from its tip. I gathered it on my finger tip and brought it to my painted lips, it tasted better than ever.

My consideration was then brought back to the cage, now being fully soft I could try it on and after a little bit of trial and error, I brought the top down and with a pop, it clipped into place. I covered it with the panties and flattened down the dress. Once again back by the mirror I was please with my reflection, I felt as good as I looked even if the padding could be done better. My cock stirred from its confinement and I lifted the front of the dress to look. It was strange to see my body like this, the last truly identifiable male attribute was hidden, and it made me look so much more feminine. I quite liked how it looked although not overly comfortable it wasn’t that painful either even if I was only semi erect.

Realising what time it was and that I would need to get a move on to go to the shops, I reluctantly began to undress, by the time I was naked my cock had softened and the cage came undone without issue, I had to wipe off the precum but it was simple enough. However one thing was still not back to its normal state and that was my nipples. They were as erect as ever, and the surrounding area still seemed a little puffy and swollen, maybe I had been too hard on them with the pumps that morning, I suppose I should have read the instructions in-case I had caused some damage.

I found the packaging and read through the guidelines, sure enough it did state that prolonged and excessive use would result in long lasting change if not permeant should use be continued. That said there was also reference to it making the nipples far more sensitive and enhancing arousal and sensation. That was no bad thing in my book as I did love to play with them during my shows. If having a set of super sensitive nipples that could almost bring me to orgasm without any other stimulation was the price to pay then I could live with it.

Putting those thoughts out of my mind I began to get dressed to head out to the high-street with a sizable shopping list of things I felt I needed. Still feeling adventurous I decided to wear something even more form fitting and revealing than my usual t-shirt and jeans. A padded lace bra and a little crop top with some incredibly tight white trousers which made my ass look peachy, adding those comfy heeled boots, my look was complete. My stomach really did look fantastic as a result of my hard work and after a little adjustment to tone down the make-up I’d applied for the French maid outfit I was ready to go.

The days events had filled me with confidence, and as I strode down the street I almost courted the attention of passers-by, I wanted the same desire from the people in the street as those on my broadcasts. A giggle escaped my mouth hidden by the mask as I saw a guy being scolded by his girlfriend for not so subtly checking me out, it was so much fun. The blurred line of my online persona and my regular personality had all but vanished, this was too much fun not to embrace.

I already knew which shop I would hit up to get the cameras, I’d reserved them online before I left so it was just a matter of picking them up on the way home. My first stop was shoes and I headed to a part of the shopping mall that I knew had plenty of ladies’ outfitters, as I turned the corner I was greeted with bright red ‘closing down sale’ letters and my eyes lit up as they had the last time I found a sale, Covid had ruined so many shops but it was an opportunity for me to save some cash and I couldn’t miss it. I could see from the items in the window I would find what I was after.

I made a beeline for the shoe section, I pulled a few from the shelf to look at and in no time had an assistant handing me pairs in my size to try on. With some discounted 80% I wasn’t going to stop at the single black pair that I came in for, I found an elegant yet sexy set of heeled, closed toe but highly polished shoes that would go perfectly with the maid’s outfit. There was a pair of quite frankly ridiculous gloss red knee high heeled boots, that screamed slut, but while I would never, ever wear outside the house would totally be worth it on cam. And another two pairs of comfortable but stylish heels more for regular use, one of which was open toed and matched my current outfit, so well I decided to keep them on.

As I was waiting between trying shoes on I took in the rest of the shop, there were rows of lingerie at the same heavily marked down prices, quite a few of which caught my eye and once I settled on the shoes I went about making some other purchases. However there was a problem, with every bra and pantie set I took from the rail which I liked none of the tops were in my size, they were all too big.

I had several sets in my hands and asked the assistant if they had any that would fit me, but sadly as they were sale items they only had what was in the shop, she did however suggest I add some chicken fillets. I looked at her quizzically, and she pointed to an isle just behind me. In it there were these little silicone inserts that you could add to a bra to help fill it out. There was a range of sizes and colours and I found some which seemed to match in tone quite well and would mean I filled out the B sized cups of the lingerie I had chosen. I grabbed a few as I knew the shop might not be open if I tried to come back.

Naturally, with this new possibility I circled back round the shop, grabbing all sorts of items that suddenly would fit properly. I got totally carried away and my basket was now filled to the brim with babydolls, nighties, thongs, bras, nickers, and silk bathrobes, some chosen purely for use on cam and others because I just liked the look of them. The crème of the crop was a proper, leather lace up corset. Even discounted it wasn’t cheap, but where else would an opportunity come up to get one that I knew would fit. I loved how the waist trainer felt, and I knew it was helping to give me some shape, this would put that well and truly into the shade. Besides I knew my fans would lose it when they saw me all tightened up.

I had massively overspent, but these items would pay for themselves in no time, especially if I could do two shows a day and the videos continued to be downloaded as they had been. With the new shoes on my feet, the chicken fillets padding out a new bra and weighed down with countless new purchases I left the shop feeling and looking great, so headed to my favourite café to have a little rest and grab a bite to eat.

I checked myself out in the reflection of every shop window I passed. I smiled to myself remembering when I had nervously walked in heels that first time and how at ease I was now. It felt and looked effortless. These heels and trousers combo made my ass look fantastic, and the properly padded bra balanced really well giving a slight jiggle of movement with each step, although part of me already wished I’d gone for slightly bigger inserts.

Suddenly my daydream was knocked away as someone collided with my shoulder, my bags spilling on the floor and both myself and the person who I’d just walked into gasped out loud. In the most British way possible we instantly both began to apologise profusely, she picked up her phone and I gathered my things. As I stood up a familiar hand passed me one of my bags, and my eyes focused on a face framed with bright pink hair.

It was her, the streaming girl. I froze, thankful that the mask was hiding my slack jawed mouth. “Are you OK?” she asked seemingly concerned, as I realised she must have repeated the question a few times. I stammered a reply, blushing intensely. She dusted herself down and checked her phone which she must have dropped. “No harm done” she quipped as we both apologised again, and with that she walked off leaving me still frozen to the spot. After a few paces she looked over her shoulder, smiled and threw me a casual wave.

I could not be more glad for having the mask on, as it covered my astonishment. I was transfixed, and couldn’t help but take in everything about her as she walked off. I felt myself stir and suddenly became aware that I was stood in the busy street and even though I was very well held in, I did not want to get a full on boner right there and then. Hurriedly I made my way to the café, placed my order and took up a chair.

I was still in a state of shock, she was every bit as beautiful up close, and seemingly even nicer than I thought she would be. I don’t know how long I replayed our meeting in my head but when my coffee and cake arrived I realised it must have been some time. Putting the thoughts to one side, I checked my phone to see how my videos had done, obviously being carful not to be overlooked.

There had been a few more people sign up, and plenty of comments. I beamed to myself knowing that with all the new outfits I now had and the new cameras I was about to buy they would be even happier, which would no doubt bring even more subscribers. I breathed a sigh, this morning had been intense, but so productive. I compared the first time I came to the café, and how much more comfortable I was now, I didn’t have to think about how I spoke to the waiters, or how I ate, I knew that for all intents and purposes no-one would think me as anything other than being a girl. It was somewhat reaffirming to be at ease with the situation, financially this was working out and I had to admit it was fun. Perhaps a little more direct social interaction would be nice, it had been so long since I’d had and in person conversation with someone. Maybe I should try and bump into my cam crush again, although not as literally as just now I laughed to myself.

Leaving the café and stepping into the tech shop, I approached the counter and read out my reservation number to the clerk, his eyes didn’t know where to look and that sense of pride once again filled me as it did every time I made a guy blush or stammer. It was impossible for the cam girl persona not to come out, and I took delight in flirting unnecessarily, it was just too much fun. As I left with my new cameras and tripods I couldn’t help but wonder if he was now going to tell all his colleagues what a hottie he had just served, maybe even reserve a space in his wank bank for later. The thought alone was enough to make me shiver a little and my panties become a little tighter.

I made it back home and unpacked my items, I was constantly distracted by thoughts of my encounters earlier that day. Of Marc, the people in the street, the cam girl, the shop workers. I was horny, really fucking horny and everything made me want to touch myself, my balls seemed to be humming and boiling ready to burst. I needed to calm myself down as I had to save it for tonight’s show but at this rate I wouldn’t be able to resist.

Thinking back to this morning I stripped off, grabbed the chastity cage and set about putting myself in it. I wasn’t exactly soft so it was much more of a challenge, and having to manhandle my sensitive balls into the rings and force the cage over my cock was quite a trial. Eventually the metal clicked into place and I was secured. Temptation could be kept at bay and with any luck I would be able to resist until the show.

I wore loose fitting clothes, but nearly every movement served to stimulate my body, I considered reducing the supplements I had been taking, sure the taste of my cum was very pleasant now but they were definitely making me hornier, and my balls seemed to be constantly ready to burst. Yet at the same time that’s why my shows were so popular, and why my subscribers were growing. So I figured it would be something I would just have to live with and perhaps if it became a problem I would just do an extra daily video as well as two broadcasts.

I busied myself around the flat, tidying and organising, I re-dressed the bed and backdrops, set up the new cameras and installed all the software. Everything was working as it should, but the pressure in the cage never let up. Exasperated I looked at the clock and I had another 2 hours until my usual show time. I couldn’t do it, I needed release now, I would just have to hope that I could perform again later.

Relenting I reached for the cage and tried to unclasp it. There was much more pressure behind it now as my cock was desperately trying its hardest to become erect. I tugged at the device but it wouldn’t budge. Dammit! I exclaimed, I really needed to get off and the longer it took the less time I would have to recover. I fumbled for another 15 minutes but didn’t get anywhere, perhaps I needed to be totally soft to get it off? I asked myself, there was no chance of that at the moment, my entire body was hell bent on relief.

The only solution my arousal addled mind could think of was to start the show early, and hope I could cum with the cage on, at least the person who bought it for me would pay the rest of the tokens they promised. I gathered the French maid’s outfit, applied all the finishing touches including my now perfectly matching shoes. The silicone padding was doing a much better job although they really did need to be bigger, I added a second pair which seemed to do the trick, all be it not quite as perfectly as I would like.

I logged in and was ready to go instantly, I was so frustrated I was stuck in the cage, but knew my only way out was to cum and I wanted it so badly. As the first viewers trickled in I had a sizable drip of precum already oozing out, it was like a leaking tap and even with no other stimulation it kept flowing. The elbow length silk gloves felt divine on my skin, everything they touched seemed to ping with arousal, and supercharge my need to play with myself.

My outfit was met with high praise and tokens, they loved everything about it but I was not only irritated by being trapped in a cage but I couldn’t stimulate my nipples in the way I had become accustomed to. I could feel them hard and pulsing under the inserts, itching for attention but try as I might the padding was getting in the way. I had the idea to remove the second set of pads and attach the suction cups, it might not look as good but right now I needed to crank up the stimulation.

Quickly with hurried hands I pulled out the second set of pads and teased my hard nipples with the silky gloves, every tweak and pinch fired darts of pleasure all over me, but I needed to stop playing with myself and attach the pumps, frantically eking them out as far as they would go. The rush of endorphins and adrenaline as they neared the maximum pressure sent a gigantic wave of pleasure though me, I almost felt like I was about to cum but the constraint on my cock and balls prevented the flow.

Returning to the camera, I was like a crack whore desperate for my next hit, the metal plug was added without being prompted and I embraced the feeling of weight in my ass and restriction around my shaft. I so desperately wanted to get off but it felt like everything I usually did wouldn’t quite get me there. The fan who sent me the cage insisted the longer I had to wait the better it would be, not only for the orgasm itself but their financial reward.

I relented and asked them to guide me, and as the instructions came through I followed attentively. The little metal plug was replaced by a larger one, my nipples were teased and tormented, I could do nearly everything I wanted except touch the cage or my swollen, raging balls.


The vision of myself on screen was like nothing I had seen before. I looked depraved, you could see the desperation in my face and hear it in my voice, the frustration at not being able to cum, I begged with my fan to take me to completion and they always pushed back forcing me to slow down or even stop. It was torture, plain and simple. In a moment of pause I lamented that without the second pair of pads in this top didn’t fit right and the chat responded with links to full sized false breasts. I didn’t have time or inclination to check them out as I wanted to cum and resumed my pleadings to get things moving.

I was guided through each of the butt plugs I had, around three hours of gradual ministrations, until I was thrusting the largest one in and out without any resistance, my ass was taking it and I absolutely loved it. I could feel that pressure rising, and I chased the orgasmic feedback which seemed to be forever just over the horizon.

Realising that the plugs wouldn’t get me over the line I switched to the vibrator and worked through the levels of intensity. Edging for this long had driven my body to the point of climax but denied me and held me there for so long clouding my mind in the best possible way. My fan relented and gave me permission to finish myself and I had to take this as far as I could and so I rolled over onto my shoulders, legs over my head, with the vibe fucking in and out of my hole the entire length while on maximum power.

I begged for cum, I needed it desperately like I’d never needed it before, to be made to wait this long had driven me nearly insane and finally I could see the end in sight. I pumped harder, moaning uncontrollably with each thrust, my outstretched tongue only a couple of inches away from my caged dripping cock, if it were hard I would be sucking it for sure. I sped up my pumping hand, adjusted the angle chasing that spark of prostate stimulation.

That small ball of pleasure grew and grew, each slide of the vibrator, its pulsing buzz pushing me closer. Eventually I felt it surge, my now painfully hard cock strained against the cage, the rush of cum boiling up from my balls, the white heat of climax burst from me and the largest single balloon of cum erupted from my confined dick.

My open mouth welcomed a copious dollop of jizz, followed by a second, and then a third. There seemed to be no end in the volume of each jet. Unlike previous orgasms this one sustained its intensity and I automatically carried on thrusting the vibrator in and out. I lost count of the number of loads I released, I ran my tongue round my lips to catch any spillage in between the smaller drops that continued to flow from my head.

My arms, back and neck becoming tired I unrolled on the bed. Vibe still inside me buzzing away, aftershocks continued to course through me and my weary gloved hands attempted to catch any drops and bring them to my mouth. Consciousness remained and I could not believe the length of my orgasm, I’d had climaxes before that were more intense, but never one which had lasted so long, or produced such a massive load.

I felt so content, so relieved to have finally reached my goal. This had been my longest show by some margin, but also one of the most lucrative. As I scooped the last dribble of cum into my mouth I wondered if anyone else tasted this good, if someone else took the same supplements would it be the same or different, I had never seen anyone else cum that much either so at least I knew that was unique about me.

I relaxed into the post orgasmic glow, and chatted for a while with my viewers, eventually my well spent cock softened enough to be able to release the cage, and the feeling of removing its constraint felt sublime, the fan who had sent it to me said that it was designed in such a way that it would only release when there was little or no pressure inside, thus stopping someone who was turned on from being able to remove it. I knew already that I would be revisiting it, but maybe not on a day when I was this horny.

Closing the broadcast and switching off the extra cameras, I checked my phone and saw a message from my boss that they were arranging a formal phone call at the end of the week to discuss work arrangement and options. It sounded very ominous and not at all like they would be retaining me. With that in mind and the desire to please my viewers to increase my revenue, I looked back up through the chat and followed some of the links they sent for the false breasts.

I bought a pair which were quite large but not ridiculous, in what I thought was the right skin tone, the were adhesive style ones with very accurate detailing and construction, with a full fitting and care kit. I wouldn’t make the same mistake this time and ordered priority delivery meaning they would arrive the next day.

I had no time to waste and I needed to do anything I could to increase my earnings, I was so close to making this work as a realistic solution when I would inevitably be handed my redundancy. And while equalling my regular wage would be good, improving on that would be amazing, not to mention I was actually enjoying this whole experience.

I cleaned myself up, carried out my usual night-time skin care routine, I chose one of my new sleeping outfits which was unnecessarily sexy but made me feel really good, especially with the waist trainer fitted, I couldn’t have been happier with my appearance. With no makeup on, my skin seemed to glow, the repeat use of lip plumpers meant they were always a little fuller than they had been and all my hours of exercise had sculpted my body. I hadn’t been one for being overly body positive before I started doing this, but right now I had never felt better about myself.

This week was going to be an important week, the call from my boss would be make or break and I felt like I needed to give it my all. Every show and every video or photo would need to be my absolute best, I would need to pull in as many tokens and oblige as many requests as I could. My mind raced as I lay in bed, eventually drifting off to sleep dreaming of ideas for videos and cam shows.

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Hope you enjoyed it, I know some of you have commented that you enjoy knowing I get off while writing these, but honestly it takes around an hour per 1000 words and this one was over 7000, and for all of that I’m usually hard and leaking. this story really is getting to me and if I had been in my 20s living alone during the pandemic I would absolutely have experimented with crossdressing and camming. I might have to put a FAQ on my bio just to answer some of the queries I get.

It takes hours to write these stories but only seconds to vote and send a message. Thanks to all of those wonderful people who send messages. It does make a difference. Please enjoy.
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You help fuck a friend’s wife and cum all in her cunt and you end up buying their motel. As Ned Kelly said “Such is Life”.

Hello I am Marcus Root. I own a small Motel in the Riverina and I spend a fair amount of my time in the bedroom. Well bedrooms to be precise. I have just bought a 20 room motel that I will be running with my wife Sharon. We have bought it from two friends of ours Bill and Sheryl. It is called Roots Motel because years ago it was owned by the Root family, not because of the shagging that went on.

We had dinner with Bill and Sheryl one night in the restaurant section of the motel. They were trying out a new apprentice chef (and not just his food mind you) and we were all pretty sloshed as the evening progressed. The wine flowed freely and all the other customers had long left when Sheryl put some music on and started a slow dance to good old Barry White. Sheryl is in her early 40’s but is sheer spunk. She is a bit of a gym junkie and not having had any children she was still in tiptop shape. She has short brunette hair and is only about 5′ 5″. She also has a small tattoo of the Essendon Bombers Football club on her lower left abdomen. I know this because Sheryl and I used to be an item a few years back. We’d had a wild time back in the early 80’s fucking our way through Uni. She used to pick up blokes in pubs and take them too a motel where she would fuck them ragged and then nick money from them. On a number of occasions we had threesomes with other friends and that’s how I met Sharon.

Anyway, back to the present. Sheryl was dancing away by herself with
Sharon watching intently as Bill and I exchanged a few quick knowing glances. I rested my left hand on Sharon’s knee and rubbed her inner thigh gently moving upwards. Bill also did the same and Sharon immediately lifted each leg over ours gently spreading her legs part.
I was about to slip a hand up onto her pussy when we heard the crashing of trays and silverware in the kitchen.

“What the fuck is that?” Bill exclaimed, “Do you want to go see what that is mate?”

“Yeah hang on” Sheryl replied and quickly dashed into the kitchen.

“Bugger” said Sharon, “I was enjoying the show”

“Well you could take her place?” I said

“Fuck that, you know I can’t dance.”

“Maybe some horizontal dancing is in order?” Bill said

“Now, now Bill. Keep yourself nice now.” Sharon said, “You know I’m a
lady.”

“You dance Bill” I said, “You can be the entertainment”

“OK then fuck ya’s I will.” laughed Bill, “Time for a slow striptease”

“Oh no, please spare us Lord, take us now.” I laughed

“Carn,” yelled Sharon “Get your gear off.”

Bill and Sharon always took the piss out of each other but as far as I was aware they hadn’t shagged ….yet. Bill changed the music to some slow blues number and started his take-the-piss dance. Bill is a bit of a hunk really. Tall with a good physique he obviously looks after himself.

“Hurry it up you wanker” chided Sharon “I’m about to nod off here”

Bill undid his shirt and trying to control his laughter pulled it off
quickly and slid it over the table to Sharon who also opened her legs a bit further. Taking the opportunity for a sly grope I moved my hand up and started rubbing her vulva through the material of her panties.

“Do I detect some moisture?” I whispered

“You certainly do” she answered me following with a kiss.

Bill was now working on his pants and was grabbing at his crotch as the strippers do.

“Can’t you find it?” joked Sharon.

“Oh for fucks sake woman, leave it out.” He said in a mock cockney accent. “You wan’ some or not?”

Bang. Another crash of trays in the kitchen distracted us again. Sheryl was taking her time that’s for sure.

Bill had his trousers down around his ankles when Sharon said, “You can’t give chase with them around your ankles. Get em off.”

Bill obliged and standing there in socks, shoes and undies he said, “I’d better go check on my fair maiden”

“Don’t hurry.” I said slipping a finger under the elastic of Sharon’s pants striking pay dirt. Sharon grabbed at my cock through my pants and was rubbing away at it. We were madly kissing each other and I motioned for her to lift up her arse so I could whip her panties down. Sharon took the initiative and stood up and pulled them down herself and stuffed them in her handbag. She pushed the table out and swung her leg over me and sat down so that her skirt was over our laps. I slid one hand under the skirt and started rubbing away at her sopping pussy. We resumed our wild kissing and my cock was fit to split. I moved my right hand under her blouse and grabbed a tit and gave it a squeeze.


Bang. Yet another sound from the kitchen.

“What do you reckon” I said, “We’d better go look”

“Yep, come on” Sharon said reluctantly.

We hopped off the seat and I wiped my hand on my pants. We wandered over to the door of the kitchen and swung it open and lo and behold here was Sheryl completely naked, on her back, up on the kitchen island bench with Dave the chef ploughing his cock in and out of her pussy. Bill was standing beside her, still in his shoes, feeding his cock into her open mouth. Baking trays and saucepans littered the floor.

“Well, well, well” I said “Still up to your old tricks Sheryl”

“She can’t answer at the moment” Sharon said, “Something is stuck in her mouth”

“Best not let her gag Sharon,” I said as I released my belt buckle.

With a quick click and a tug she had her skirt and top off and I unclipped her bra revealing her nicely perky and very aroused breasts.

Dave obviously wasn’t new to this scene and he grabbed each of Sheryl’s ankles and spread her wide. Sharon let her long dark curly hair out and knelt next to Bill.

“Give it here Bill, I won’t bite.” She laughed as she pulled it gently out of Sheryl’s mouth and quickly plunged it down her throat.

“Ohhhhh dear,” said Bill “This is too good”

I went to the other side of the island bench and got Sheryl to slide across. She leant perfectly over and started sucking on my cock. http://cqms.skku.edu/b/lecture/373359 The position was not altogether comfortable so we disbanded the activity and the five of us went back into the Dining Room. I sat down on the waiting lounge and Sheryl came over and turned her back to me and slid down onto my cock. I was pumping away when Sharon came over and knelt down between my legs and started to lick and suck at my balls and licking my cock as it slid in and out of Sheryl’s sopping cunt.

Bill wandered over and spat a glob of spit into his hand and flipped it into Sharon’s pussy. He grabbed his cock and laughed “If you ever say ‘Fuck you” again I will” and with that he plunged his cock, to the hilt, into her pussy. Sharon gave a squeal as he hit home. “Is it in yet?” She asked laughing. Even in the throes of a wild orgy these two still took the piss. Bill just shook his head and quickened the pace.

Dave came over and stood up on the lounge and began to wank his cock near Sheryl’s face who took up the offer and sucked him in. Sharon would pull my cock out and simultaneously suck it whilst rubbing Sheryl’s cunt. Dave was really enjoying the blowjob from Sheryl and was mouthing profanities as she sucked the living Christ out of it.

I could see that Bill had worked a couple of fingers up into Sharon’s arse and was alternating the strokes with his cock. He then ran his other hand underneath and began rubbing at her clit.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck” was all she said before she pulled away from my cock and began shaking as a wave of orgasm swept her body. She couldn’t stop Bill from rubbing her clit so the orgasm seemed to last forever. Bill just kept plugging away at her pussy and fingering her arse when he pushed her away and started to move his cock to her mouth when half way there he shot a load large enough to hit her fair across the nose. She moved forward and the final loads went in her mouth. Little bits of cum seeped out of her mouth and she blew bubbles in it as she looked at Bill who had nearly passed out.

Sheryl reached down and gave my balls a squeeze and I let loose a load fair up her cunt. Sharon got back to licking at my balls and sucking at the cum that was leaking out of her seriously wet quim. Dave finally shut up with his ‘suck me dirty cock’ and ‘Lick my sweaty balls’ nonsense and shot a good sized load all over Sheryl’s face and tits.

Sharon, who is a bit of a cum gourmet, knelt up and began licking the spunk off Sheryl’s tits. Bill and Dave also moved forward and Sharon leant back on her knees and sucked them both clean. Sheryl hopped of me and licked at my cock and sticky balls. When I said the fateful words.

“If you ever want to sell this place give me a call”

TO BE CONTINUED….

Amy and Brandy had always been close friends. Since they were kids they always did crazy shit together. Like that one time when they were 12 and played ding dong ditch at 3 am. Or at school when they hung a dummy from the flagpole to make it look like a body. Everyone though it was so cool.
But once they were both 16 everything changed.

“Brandy.. Am I ugly?” Amy asked.

“Of course not. Your tits are so incredible I’d kill for them. All the boys stare. They WISH they could get in your pants. Like — nevermind.” Brandy ended abruptly. Brandy never told Amy that she always liked her. Always wanted to get into her pants and fuck her. But she was sure she didnt want to do just that.

“Like who? What did you say?”

“Nothing nevermind”. Brandy felt herself blush and her nipples became erect.


“You?”

“Y- Yes..”

“No fucking way!” Amy yelled. they were both at her house. Amy in a big chair and Brandy in another. “Shes gotta be joking.” Amy though. Although Amy felt kind of horny by it. https://anotepad.com/notes/4ay92dmt She knew she wanted her pussy. They were both virgins. And they both wanted to change it that night. Amy knew she wanted it.

“Yeah. Its true. It’s always been this way. Since 7th grade.” Brandy thought of how sexy Amy was. She became wet. But she closed her legs so Amy couldn’t see.

Amy was shocked. But at the same time happy and scared. She liked Brandy too. Ever since they changed together in 7th grade gym. Shed always take looks. But shed make sure Brandy couldn’t see.

“I never had the balls to tell you.” Brandy said.

“I hope you dont have balls.” They both laughed. “But I never did either.” Amy confessed.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Im not lying either.” Amy looked deep into Brandys eyes. https://zenwriting.net/agetyvek5/wild-magic-ch-10-12 She then Stood up and walked to Brandy.

“What are you doing?” Brandy asked.

“Shh…” She leaned over to Brandy and kissed her. Full on the lips. Brandy was surprised at first. But then kissed back. Tongue and all. Brandy stood up and started to unzip her tight jeans. Amy looked down. “Brandy… Lets go to my room.”

“I’d be glad to!” Brandy said with excitement. They were home alone and Brandys parents along with Amys were out of town. Both were the only kids in the family. So they knew they wouldn’t be disturbed.

Brandy then unzipped her jeans all the way when Amy threw he on her bed. She threw them off exposing her red thong that was wet in the front. Amy then took off her shirt showing her round 32c tits. She wore no bra because she hated having them on because they itched. Brandy stared.

“Wow theyre so sexy.” Brandy did the same but it showed her black push up bra. She unhooked it and was topless along with Amy. Amy got on the bed and began kissing Brandy. A long loving kiss. Brandy became wet and couldn’t take it. She took off her panties and fingered herself.

Amy pulled away and took off her shorts. Showing her black thong. She was wet too and threw off her panties as well. She was just about as wet as Brandy.

“Brandy… Im going to do something I saw in a porno flick.” She leaned down to Brandys pussy and began lapping up her juices like a cat. Brandy having no idea she was going to do this began moaning and felt a wave of orgasmic blasts through her body.

“HOLY SHIT AMY! Yes! Oh my god yes!” Brandy had never had her pussy licked. She only fingered herself. This was her first time ever being eaten out. She couldn’t have picked a better person either.

After a few minutes of moaning and licking Brandy had her first orgasm. “Oh…. Jesus Christ…… Yes!!! Amy that…. That was amazing!!”

Amy lay on the bed legs spread pussy wet and said “Now you do me..”

Brandy smiled. “I’d be glad to.” Brandy began licking her warm cunt.

“OH MY GOD!!” This was Amys first time too. But she had a much louder reaction. She screamed and moaned because her orgasm was going to come so fast. After about 45 seconds she came. And had her first orgasm. She writhed with an amazing orgasmic feeling while cumming in Brandys mouth. Brandy swallowed her cunty juices.

“How was it?” Brandy asked.

“Amazing” Amy said. “Now we do something more… erotic.” Amy dug into her drawer and pulled out a vibrator. Amy turned it on high and began stuffing it into her pussy and collapsed. “It feels…. so…. goooood……” Amy moaned.

Brandy being very excited about this watched and fingered herself. After Amy got done having a jolly ole time with her vibrator it was Brandys turn. She hapily accepted. “Ive never used one.” she said.

“Hell I have.” She laughed and watched.

Brandy pushed it far into her pussy. She moaned and yelled “Amy! Come here… Suck my rock hard nipples… Please….”

Amy walked over to her and began sucking her nipple feeling it get a little harder when she first put her mouth on it. Rolling her tounge on it and hearing Brandy moan was like heaven for her. She playfully bit it and went over to the other one. This time she licked it. She kept her tongue out and licked. Brandy in the meantime had yet another orgasm due to the vibrator and Amys sucking. After she had came Amy stopped.

She came up from her breasts and kissed her. Eventually Brandy fell asleep due to exhaustion. Amy held her in her arms and fell asleep as well. That night was the beginning of two best friends very sexual relationship.

I have described it as Fiction, but most of my writings are semi-biographical. Not that I am embellishing, more like I’m toning down the reality.

I was home alone when I got the call that my Uncle George was dead. I went to the funeral and met some relatives that I never knew I had. George was my dad’s older brother. I had to fly alone, my mom and step dad didn’t want to come.

My dad died when I was two, so I never knew him.

My mom remarried one year later to a traffic homicide cop who was investigating my dad’s death. Frank, his real name is Francis, and he hates it. He never took to me and didn’t adopt me. My sister came soon and he doted on her, but I wasn’t his ‘real’ son so he spent little time with me. Being a cop, especially a traffic homicide cop, he made it clear that if I ever took a drink before I was twenty-one he would beat my ass and kick me out of the house. I believed him. He was an unforgiving and unrepentant son of a bitch.

His house (not our house) was in Lighthouse Point Florida, an upscale neighborhood of waterfront homes with direct access to the Atlantic Ocean. However, this house was on the fringes and although it was on a canal leading to the ocean it was the last one on a dead end canal and across the street were normal and somewhat shabby homes.

I put the pieces together. He bought the house thinking that he would go fishing and cruise around with his buddies, but he sucked as a fisherman and didn’t have any friends, much less buddies. He ended up working and coming home to an empty house and drinking a few beers in front of the television. Every night.

When my dad died, he was on the investigation and met my mom. Someone got so drunk that at 6 am. They managed to get onto I-95 going the wrong direction. My dad probably never saw it coming. The drunk driver was a cop and the whole thing turned into a pile of shit. My mom was a book keeper at a small company making perhaps, thirty thousand a year and depended on my dad financially. Because the guy that killed my dad was a cop, shit was covered up and the insurance my mom got was the minimum from their insurance and my dad’s. She got royally fucked. But that didn’t stop Francis from putting the moves on the young, vulnerable widow with a half a million in the bank.

The few things I remember about growing up in his house is that I never counted on him for anything. I got rides to little league with the neighbors and he never came to a single game. When I got the principal’s award for excellence in seventh grade, he never said a thing. Once, I left my bicycle, a Christmas present, on the front porch and in the morning, it was gone. He beat me for letting my bike get stolen. It was a thirty-five dollar K-Mart piece of shit. His favorite form of punishment was to take off his belt, at this point I would try to escape, but he would pin me down, pull down my pants and start whipping my bare butt. I usually couldn’t sit down for a day or two. Had I known that if I showed the marks to anyone he would have been arrested for child abuse, but with my experience, it seemed like the cops covered for each other and another, worse whipping would have been the result.

In eleventh grade my guidance counselor started prepping me for college. I spoke to my mom and step-dad about it and they both said the same thing, ‘we can’t afford it’.

On the side of the house was an ancient piece of shit nineteen foot tri-hull boat with a twenty-five year old Johnson V-4 outboard. It hadn’t run in at least twenty years. Without asking, I filled the cylinders with oil and drained the fuel tank and refilled it with fresh fuel. I needed a battery, so I went to the service station out on Federal Highway and asked the owner if he had an old one that I could have. He showed me how to dump out the contents, flush it and add new electrolytes. It wasn’t much, but it held 13 volts. Hooking up the hose to the lower unit for cooling, I turned the key. It wouldn’t crank until I sprayed some ether into the carbs, then it fired up. I would run it for five minutes and shut it down and check everything. When it appeared that it might work again, I started making the boat sea-worthy. It was soon ready for a sea trial. Once in the water, you couldn’t see it from the house and Francis never ventured into the back yard anyway. The tires were flat so it was hard to drag it over to the davits to lift it from the trailer and into the water. It didn’t sink.

I needed a back up plan. I called my girlfriend, Janis, and told her what was up. She cracked up.

“You are going to be so busted when Frank finds out.” she told me.

The best thing that ever happened to me was my sister, Desiree and my girlfriend, Janis. I was pals with her older brother Wayne when I met her. She was a skinny, buck toothed, blonde redneck girl with a mouth like a sailor. The first time I heard her say, “Fuck You!” I got a boner. I was sixteen and she was thirteen but it didn’t stop me from being attracted to her. She developed a crush on me and our clandestine make out sessions had to suffice until she got a little older, I thought. One night on the back porch of their house, Janis was in my lap and I was feeling her boobs which weren’t any larger than mine when she pushed my hands aside and pulled down my shorts and started sucking my dick. I was sure that she had never sucked a cock before but she was so sure of what she was doing that I just let her do it. I warned her that I was going to cum, but she just looked up and as our eyes met as I started pumping my load into her tiny mouth. Her cheeks puffed out and her eyes watered, but she didn’t stop until I was drained and she had swallowed every drop. Soon, she made it clear that she didn’t want to have intercourse, but she wanted to blow me at every opportunity and expected me to service her orally in return. I usually did her first, because I would lose interest if I came before she did.

Her pussy was blonde, tiny and tight. To get her to cum I had to lick her furiously while fingering her. She would arch her back and hump back and the only problem was that she was loud, really loud. She would wear a little denim skirt and I would pull her panties off and when she started screaming, I would stuff her panties in her mouth to keep her quiet. After she came, she would leave the skirt up and take my cock in her mouth and suck it like it was the last cock she would ever have and drink it down every time. The best part of everything was that I didn’t know that she would turn out to be beautiful. As she got older, she blossomed into one of the hottest girls at our school and that put me in the stratosphere of dateability. I got hints and downright offers from nice looking girls on nearly a weekly basis, as well as a some veiled offers from some of the guys too.

That was then. Now I was twenty, had no money, a thirty year old Dodge pickup, and a jailbait sixteen year old girlfriend.

Janis agreed to come with me to test drive Frank’s boat. I would need help paddling if the engine blew up. Janis parked across the street and I met her on the side of the house. When she saw the boat, she squealed, “Oh My God! It looks so much better now that it’s all cleaned up.”

I helped her onboard and started up the motor. It ran without too much smoke and when I cast off the lines and put it into forward, it idled away without any problems.

I wasn’t sure how far to go. If we broke down, it would be a bitch getting back, but it seemed to run fine so I kept going all the way to the intracoastal.

I had a decision to make.

“Should I risk trying to get this thing on a plane?” I asked Janis.

“Fuck it. If it blows up, we can swim to shore and walk home. Either way, you are totally fucked when Frankenfucker finds out.”

Damn, she had a potty mouth.

I pushed the throttle smoothly forward and the engine responded in kind. Soon, we were on a plane and my phone showed me that we were doing thirty miles per hour with more throttle left to go. I ran it at thirty-five hundred RPM for a couple minutes then backed off.

Janis came over and held me.

“Pretty impressive for a red-neck shade tree mechanic.”

I laughed, “Just lucky I guess. Like finding you.”

Janis pointed to a mangrove lined waterway. I had never been here before so I had no idea where it went. It slithered into the mangroves and opened up into a small, salt water lake. I eased the anchor over and cut the motor, hoping that it would start again.

Janis didn’t waste any time pulling down my shorts and engulfing my cock in her mouth. I leaned back and wondered how I could do her since there wasn’t any upholstery for her to lie back on.

My eyes were closed when she said, “I want you to fuck me.”

I opened my eyes and looked at her. “I can’t, unless you have a condom.”

She took her shorts and panties off and bent over. “Then use my ass. Just make sure to get some pussy juice on your cock first.”

We had been together for three years and never had anything more that oral sex. What the fuck was happening? My dick was so fucking hard that it was throbbing and turning purple. I reached between her legs and her pussy was sopping with cream. I scooped some on my fingers and rubbed her back door with it and gently eased my index finger in her ass hole. I was hesitant until she shoved back and my finger was in her all the way. I spit on her ass to get some more lube and began to finger fuck her ass but she just wiggled and humped back on my finger. She could take my finger easily, but my cock was way larger. Long and thick, it wasn’t going in there, especially without real lube. I got a second finger in her ass and she started bucking back against them.

“God Damn it. Just fuck me! I need you in my ass like yesterday.”

She reached back and guided me to her brown hole. I pushed and nothing happened. My dick head is huge, not as large as a tennis ball, but bigger than a golf ball. https://pbase.com/topics/dewghana3/treatment It was not going in. My dick was taking a beating, bending instead of going in Janis’s ass. She squeezed the base, pushing the blood to the head and jammed it in herself. It finally popped in, just the head. Janis shuddered as she came to grips with the big piece of man meat in her ass. I looked down. Her ass is amazing but I was unsure if she could really take my dick. I held her hips and she started pushing herself back against me. Inch by inch, it was a fight to get my cock all the way into her ass, but somehow we did it. Her eyes were closed and she was panting and growling at the same time. I put my hands on her shoulders and started to pump my dick into her ass. It didn’t even take a minute. With her hand stroking her clit and my dick in her ass, she came with a whimper. I had to hold her up, otherwise she would have fallen to the deck.

Now I had a decision to make. Her pussy was off limits and although she sucked me off on a regular basis, my dick was buried in her shit hole and I wasn’t going to stick it in her mouth, but I needed to come. I reached under and held her up by her tits and humped her ass and finally I got relaxed enough to shoot a huge load of cum into her ass. When I tried to pull out, her ass gripped me and finally I came out with a pop. Her asshole was still gaping open and my white cum was leaking out. Her butthole started to contract closed again and I had to continue to hold her up.

When she opened her eyes, it was like she was waking from a dream. “That was the best thing ever. When you came in me, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Where did you learn to fuck like that?”

“I didn’t. You are my first and only girlfriend.”

She smiled back. “Me too. You are my first and only.”

We made it home and I left the boat in the water. The seawall was six feet high and the boat wasn’t visible unless you walked over and looked down.

On Saturday morning, the best chance I had to get a yes, I asked Frank about the boat. He was in his best mood on Saturday. An entire day of college football and beer. He wasn’t on call, so he could do whatever he wanted. Sundays were Monday eve and his demeanor wasn’t as friendly as on Saturday.

“Hey dad?”

He looked up from the paper. “Yes?”

“What are you going to do with the boat?”

“I guess I should have it hauled off. It’s an eyesore.”

“Can I try to get it running?”

“That piece of shit? You can try, but it’s a waste of time. I thought that I would use it more, but work kept me from it.”

“Thanks Dad. I’ll give it a try and if it doesn’t work, we can have it junked.”

Before he could change his mind, I hauled ass.

It turned out that it ran pretty well. Well enough to get a recreational lobster trap license and set out a few traps. Just outside of Hillsborough Inlet to the south, the bottom is rocky and every crawfish I caught was a big, deepwater bug. We had them for dinner a few times until my next door neighbor offered to buy them at ten dollars per pound for all I could catch. I applied for a commercial license and had to buy the trap tickets, which were expensive, but soon I had fifty traps and a steady income. Then the motor blew. I heard it start to rattle and took it down to idle and it almost made it home. The main bearing on the crankshaft let go and the motor was toast. I was in a quandry. My traps were soaking and I had no way to pull them.


I knew my mom had plenty of money in the bank. I also knew that Frank had been trying to get his hands on it, but my cheap ass mom wouldn’t give him any. Go Mom! I asked her for a loan, maybe ten thousand to buy a new boat. She told me that her money was tied up and unavailable. Oh Well. Fucking Cunt.

I was sitting on the dock trying to figure out what to do when my next door neighbor saw me. Tom came over to chat.

“Hey, little brother, what’s up?”

I cheered up a little. Tom was a pretty good guy. He retired at sixty and his wife Josephine (Jo) worked part time at the library.

“There might not be any more lobster, Tom.”

“Why not?”

“The motor blew today. I had to get a tow back to the dock.”

“What are you going to do?” he asked me.

“Nothing. There is nothing I can do. The money I was making wasn’t enough to put anything away for a new motor. I used everything I had to get the trap tickets.”

“How many tickets do you have?”

“fifty”

“How much do they cost?”

“Two-fifty each.”

“Holy shit. Twelve-five sitting out there in the water?”

I just looked out on the canal as the sun was setting.

Tom told me, “Come inside with me.”

“Jo, Dakota has a big problem. His boat motor blew up and his traps are sitting out there with no way to pull them.”

Jo sat next to me and put her hand on my thigh. “Oh Dear, that’s terrible. What are you going to do?”

Tom answered, “There’s nothing he can do. He spent every dime getting that boat running and buying trap tags. He needs either a new motor or a new boat.”

Josephine laughed. “Oh Tom. Go ahead with whatever you want to do. I know you have a plan and I need you out of my hair now and then.”

Tom looked at me. “Let’s go online and see if we can find a real lobster boat.”

There was a boat for sale in Key Largo. A twenty one foot privateer with a new Suzuki outboard, a hydraulic puller and a recirculating live well for the catch. At seventeen-thousand, It could have been a million. I had all of twenty-five hundred in the bank.

Tom suggested that we drive down in the morning to look at it and called the seller for an appointment.

“Buying and selling is all about timing. If the boat is a dog, it will sit there, if it’s a good boat, it will sell fast. Let’s go find out.”

Jo drove us to Key Largo in her Lexus. We met the owner at his house and took it for a test ride. He showed Tom the file of paperwork including the title and outboard motor warrantee information.

“I like it.” Tom reached into his car and took out a valise and pulled out stacks of hundreds.

“Fifteen thousand and we have a deal.”

The owner countered with, “Sixteen or no deal.”

Tom added another thousand and they shook hands.

It didn’t have a trailer and we didn’t want to buy one. It was still before noon, so we decided to drive it home. About one hundred and thirty miles, it would take at best six or seven hours.

Tom depended upon me to find our way home. Using the GPS, we went up the inland waterway and into Key Biscayne and out Government Cut to the Atlantic Ocean. If it was too rough we would have to motor up the intracoastal and we would be lucky to get home before dark. It was calm inside the reef and the boat planed nicely at twenty-eight hundred RPM and the GPS indicated that we were making over thirty knots.

Tom was exuberant. He was the happiest that I had ever seen him. I waved him over to the wheel and insisted that he take over. I used the time to check the bilge and the tell tale that meant that the motor was cooling properly. When I stood beside him, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and smiled at me. I leaned my head against his shoulder. I felt the same about him as I hoped he felt about me.

We made it home just before dark. We tied up at his dock and went inside to tell Jo that we were home. She greeted us with hugs and to my surprised, she kissed me on the lips.

“Dakota, my husband has been moping around the house for the past year, since he retired. He tried golf, poker and bowling and nothing worked. He looks happier than I have ever seen him. Thank you so much.” She kissed me again on the lips, this time longer, and I think I felt her tongue behind her lips. I looked at Tom over her shoulder as she hugged me. He gave me a thumbs up behind his wife’s back.

Jo was younger than Tom, but not by much. She had to be fifty. To a twenty year old, that’s a big difference, but she was a trophy wife. Tom was a successful businessman and it was natural that he would choose a total hotty, ten years his junior.

Jo said, “I haven’t been on the boat yet. Maybe we could take it out tomorrow and go snorkeling?”

“Sure, the weather’s perfect and it sounds like fun.”

“Great, I need to make sure I have a bathing suit that still fits.”

After minute, Tom said, “Why don’t you help Jo pick out a swim suit?”

It was a strange request, but I did what he asked.

I tapped on the door jamb to Jo and Tom’s bedroom. She had her dresser drawer open and some bikinis were lying on the bed.

She turned to me.

“Is this too revealing?” and held up a bikini that was nothing more than three tiny triangles of silky fabric.

What could I say? Her body was not slender, she was full figured and very curvy. I didn’t think the bikini had a chance of holding her in.

“I, I, I, I mean it depends. It’s probably too revealing in public, but out on the boat, it’s probably fine.”

“I haven’t worn it for a while. Maybe it’s too small. She peeled her shirt up and off, revealing her bra, then dropped her shorts and stood before me in just a bra and panties.

She was a goddess. Perfection from head to toe. Yes, she was fifty, but, oh my god, she was built. No flab, tight abs and arms and legs and a set of tits to die for.

“Are you going to just stand there or are you going to help me?”

I was a little slow on the uptake and didn’t know what to do. Luckily she instructed me.

“First, unfasten my bra in the back.”

I did that and her breasts swung free.

“My underwear?”

I slid her panties down and off. I started to catch on and brought her bikini over and put the top part over her head and got behind her to fasten the back. She adjusted her boobs into it and I got the bottom half.

She turned to me. Her pussy was hairy but I could see that it had been trimmed a little.

“You like?” she asked me.

I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded.

“Well, help me into the bottoms.”

I had to get on my knees to allow her to step into her bikini bottom and it put my face almost into her crotch. I guided her foot through one side then the other and she waited for me to pull it up and onto her ass and pussy.

She opened her closet to use the full length mirror and looked at herself. She didn’t have a tan, but the white tiny bikini made her look darker that she was. Some pubic hair was escaping from the sides and top of her bikini bottom and her boobs were spilling out from all sides of the tiny top.

She turned to me. “Something is missing.” and went into her closet. When she came out, she was wearing a matching pair of white, high heels.

“There. I think these are perfect. What do you think?”

I was incapable of speech. A tall, beautiful, goddess was standing before me in a micro bikini and high heels, twirling around and asking me if I thought she was sexy.

I felt my erection but didn’t dare look down at it. Jo walked over, a catwalk dance with her legs swinging around and her boobs jiggling. What could I do? I waited with trepidation and then she turned and walked away. Holy Fuck! That was so cruel.

She went to her vanity and took out a lipstick and carefully applied it to her lips while bending over in her thong bikini. She blotted her lips with a tissue and said, “There, that is much better. What do you think?”

I was numb and sat there like a dumbass.

She sat next to me and sighed. “We are going to have to work on your people skills. You have everything going for you, but you just don’t know it. You drove the boat all the way back from Key Largo. Take off your clothes and take a shower.”

I went to the bathroom, obeying her, when she stopped me.

“Wait. I want you to strip here. Take off your clothes. Drop them on the floor and present yourself to me. That is if you want to be a good little boy.”

What could I do? I took off my shirt and dropped my shorts and briefs and stood there.

“You are beautiful. Take care of that body. It’s a gift.”

I went into the shower and was surprised when my cock wouldn’t go down.



I didn’t have any other clothes. I couldn’t go home, even though I lived next door. I toweled off and wrapped it around my waist and ventured into the master bedroom. Tom wasn’t there but Jo was. She was on the bed and looking my way.

She patted the bed next to her, inviting me to join her. I sat down and asked, “What about Tom?”

She purred, “It was his idea all along. It’s not that unusual, a younger wife with fantasies, and he really likes you. And he loves me.”

She pulled me down for a kiss and I let the towel around my waist drop as I let every bit of resistance drop away also. I had been jacking off thinking of her and I wasn’t man enough to confront it. I wasn’t going to let this opportunity get by. I kissed her and cupped her full breast in my hand as I felt her fingernail tickle me down from my neck, to a nipple, then my navel and finally to my pubic region.

When she finally held me in her hand, I groaned in her mouth. It was the sexiest thing that I had ever encountered in my life. Sure, I was dating the hottest chick in school who blew me five times a week and let me fuck her ass twice a month, but Jo was so much hotter than that. She was a real woman.

Jo pushed me back on the bed and my dick was pointed skyward.

“Such a beautiful cock” she cooed. “I’m going to have to suck it.”

She lowered her red lipstick covered lips to my dick and her little pointed tongue leaped out and licked the pre-cum from the tip. The teasing was agony and ecstasy. I thrust my hip towards her mouth and she laughed and pulled away.

“Nasty Boy. I’m not that easy. You are going to beg me when I’m done with you.”

She wasn’t kidding. While I was waiting for her to resume, or even begin my blowjob, she put some lube in her hand.

Fuck Me. I’m getting a handjob? I mean, that’s cool and all but on the scale it’s a zero. I was counting on a blowjob and was hoping to fuck, but a handjob? I was so horny that I was thinking of grabbing her head and forcing my dick in her mouth until I came when I felt something for the first time.

I yelped as her finger went into my butthole. She quieted me by taking my dick in her mouth. It was weird, like taking a shit, with her finger in my ass, but as long as she was sucking my dick, I could live with it.

I realized that I wasn’t in control. Jo had taken over and I had no choice. Unless I wanted to get up and leave, which I wasn’t going to do.

She was still wearing that slutty almost bikini and her tits, pussy and ass were hanging out everywhere. She rolled over to her nightstand and rummaged around and produced a pink vibrator at least ten inches long. I was hoping that she wanted to use it on herself, but no such luck.

“Pull your legs back and let me at your asshole.”

I complied, lying on my back and pulled my knees to my chest.

“This won’t hurt if you don’t resist. Just let it in and everything will be fine.”

She stroked my cock and I felt the dildo against my virgin asshole. The first push hurt, a lot. I cringed but Jo just laughed.

“Don’t be a pussy. You will learn to love it. Just let me do my job and soon you will have more pussy than you can imagine. Pull your legs apart and let me fuck you in the ass.”

This time the dildo went in with less pain. It still felt like I was taking a shit, but then it started to feel good.

Jo shoved it in and I moaned, “Oh God. Fuck me. Please Fuck me.”

She jacked my dick with one hand as she fucked me in the ass with the vibrating dildo. I was trying to hold back when I looked up and saw Tom watching me from the doorway. He was smiling and I couldn’t help but smile back. I wasn’t the only one that got assfucked and jacked off. I blew my load and I don’t know where it landed. I caught Jo on the face and tits but most of it went off the bed.

She crawled up and held me without saying a thing.

I felt Tom come to bed on the other side of Jo and felt her roll over and they spooned. It was a little weird when he started rocking into her from behind and it was a little more weird when she kissed me while Tom was fucking her. His humping picked up in intensity and I heard him grunt as he dumped his seed into his wife while she was plunging her tongue in my mouth. When she turned over and guided my erection to her sperm filled and swollen pussy, I had a moment of clarity. Could I do this? What would happen in the future? I didn’t have long to think about it and soon my dick was buried in her hot, wet, swollen, cum filled pussy.

Jo was kissing her husband as I fucked her from behind and as much as I wanted to make it last, I shot my cream deep into her cunt. https://www.click4r.com/posts/g/3106952/tabitha-the-slut I left my dick into her until it plopped out and she turned to me.

“Thank you Dakota. I’ve been fantasizing about this for way too long.”

When I woke up, it was just Tom and I in bed. Talk about awkward. He smiled at me. “Hey little brother. Are you good?”

I relaxed. “Your wife is a goddess. Teach me how to be like you. You are the luckiest man on earth.”

He replied, “I know that. It’s not hard. Just concentrate on what you think is important. Nothing else counts.”

He rolled over and got kind of close. I wasn’t grossed out or anything but it was the closest that I had gotten to a naked dude, much less a sixty year old dude.

He sensed my discomfort and pushed away. “I’m so sorry. I just like you so much. I’m not gay or anything, it’s just that Jo and I like you.”

I felt bad. Tom had never been anything but a good friend to me and letting his wife take my cherry was an incredible gift. I rolled towards him and he wrapped his arms around me. My face ended up against his hairy chest. Well, not so hairy, but hairier that mine. His nipple wasn’t hairy and on impulse, I took it into my mouth. He sighed and I took that as a signal to continue. I adjusted my body to get closer to him and felt his dick against my leg. He was hard and huge. I couldn’t help myself when I slid my hand down to feel his erection. I pushed his underwear down and unleashed his cock. My hand slid up and down it when he surprised me and turned my head to his and kissed me.

I had never kissed a guy before and had no intentions of doing so, until now. I could feel the eager longing in his kiss. He was offering me a chance at romance. The kind that would last forever. I ignored his chin stubble and kissed him back with as much passion as he was giving to me. We didn’t have sex that night because Jo joined us in bed and wanted another round of fucking.

When I woke up, Jo and Tom were both looking at me.

“What?”

Jo spoke, “Nothing Honey. We were just watching you sleep. You are the most precious thing.”

Tom was smiling at me. I fucked his wife and he kind of made a pass at me last night. Was I that kind of person?

I didn’t have to go home, although home was only fifty feet away. My parents couldn’t give a shit. More precisely, they wouldn’t want me to call them. They were so self absorbed that they would rather that I never bothered them.

I looked at Jo. “Can I suck your husbands cock?”

She chuckled, “Only if you want to. You don’t owe us anything. But feel free if you want to. Can I watch?”

We were already in bed so it was easy. I kissed Tom on the lips and down to his nipples and by the time I got to his boxers, his cock was fully erect and straining in the fabric.

By now, I was so fucking horny that I just jerked his shorts down started stoking his monster cock. All guys measure their dicks and I’m no exception so I know I have seven inches, Tom’s was at least two inches longer and thick. I had no experience, other than Janis blowing me, but I vowed to try my best. Stroking him, I realized that he was uncircumcised. I marveled at it and worked the foreskin up and down trying to figure out what to do with it.

Tom groaned, “Oh Fuck, just suck it already.”

I peeled back his foreskin and his dick head was pink and tender, not like mine. I kissed and licked it and took it in my mouth.

I looked at Jo. She was jilling off watching me blow her husband.

I had a decision to make. I never thought about catching a load in my mouth before but I could tell that Tom was getting close. I might puke. Should I pull off and jerk him to finish?

“I’m going to cum!” he moaned. I didn’t get the chance to decide when he started pumping his sperm into my mouth. It wasn’t so bad. I wanted to barf, but when he was done, I realized that it was kind of nice. He blew his load in my mouth and I liked it.

Jo dragged me up and kissed me, plunging her tongue between my lips.

“That was so fucking hot. Anytime you want to fuck me or suck off my husband or anything, just ask. I’ve been begging Tom to find a guy and he would never do it. Thank you so much Dakota.”

Jo rolled over and spread her legs and pulled me on top of her. I was hard and she was wet and we just splashed together. Tom cheered me on as I fucked his beautiful, trophy wife while I strained to last. I pulled out and shot a full load on her tits and tummy. Jo laughed and pulled me down on her, sharing my load between us.

We didn’t even shower. I woke up sticky and nasty and Jo looked at me and kissed me. When Tom woke up, we both kissed him. I know, it’s gay, but who cares anyway? When Jo got out of bed, I really saw her ass for the first time. Beautiful, sexy and had just the right amount of jiggle. Janis’s butt was great, but it was small and athletic, while Jo’s was the ass of a real woman.

Tom bought another two hundred and fifty trap tags so we had to go out every other day to pull them. With three hundred traps averaging three pounds per week we were making serious money. Tom got us connected with local restaurants and they were begging for our product. By cutting out the middleman, we were both getting a great deal.

We woke up on Sunday morning in bed. My parents didn’t even notice that I was gone.

“Dakota, move in with us.”

I panicked. I did everything that I could to get away but Tom and Jo pulled me down onto their bed and Jo explained it to me.

“We love you. I know that your Step-Dad is hard to live with, and you can’t stay under his roof forever. I wish we lived farther away but this is how it is.”

“Just move in here. You and Tom and tend the traps and we can all be happy together. Please say yes?”

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. Her tongue quickly pierced my lips and I sucked on it eagerly. While she was tonguing my tonsils I looked at Tom and he gave me the thumbs up.

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