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Escorting Mom

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About a year ago, I was really struggling at University. Even though my course was paid for thanks to my mom, my living expenses were just too much. I really tried to find a job, but no one would offer me a job, not even as a dishwasher. My mom offered to help but I refused, even though it sounds stupid, I had some integrity, I wanted to survive without money from my mom, who had already paid a lot for my education. I really wanted to prove to myself and my mother that I was an adult now; I needed to be able to do this on my own.

University was about 100 miles from home and every weekend I would see my mom, I did miss her, she was like my best friend. She treated me as an equal and we were open to talk about anything. She was a successful lawyer at a local law firm, though due to private nature of her business she never did tell me much.

Anyway it was Thanksgiving of my second year, and so far I had just managed to survive, but I was so close to either quitting or robbing a bank. I arrived home to a frosty welcome. It was pretty cold and the snow was coming down quite fast, I only just managed to get home. Once home I was greeted warmly by both my mom and a very welcome fire.

"Get yourself warmed up and I'll get you something warm to drink, hot chocolate?" mom asked.

"That would be lovely mom, thank you." I replied.

I just took my coat and shoes off, before settling on the rug in front of the fire, resting against the edge of the couch. Mom returned shortly and placed two large mugs on the coffee table. I picked up a mug and holding it in my hands to warm them, took a much needed sip, as it slowly warmed my insides.

"I've never seen it this bad, I surprised you actually made it, I was so worried about you Sophie."

"So was I, I almost came of the road at the freeway exit, but I was close enough to keep going. So how are things mom, work going ok?

"Fine, business is a bit slow with the weather and thanksgiving, but things should pick up after the holidays. How are things with you, are you still struggling with money?"

"I am close to being very rather than just poor, I only just had enough for gas to get home. But please don't worry, I am sure something will turn up soon. I just need a couple of weekends of work and I should be ok for a month."

"Maybe you should stop coming down for the weekend?"

"No way, I really enjoy coming home at the weekends, I miss you mom, even if I am an adult, you're more than my mom, you're also my best friend and I really look forward to our weekends together."

"What about I pay for your gas for coming here?"

"No, mom, please I want to earn my own way, I will find something soon, I am sure." even though I wasn't. Mom sensed this and let out a long breath. "What's the matter mom?" she sat down on the couch, studying the fire for a moment.

"You are very stubborn you know, that's your father talking, if you were more like me, you would let me help. But if you really want to do this own your own, earn your own money, then I can help get you a job, for the weekends you are down here."

"That sounds fantastic, mom, what's the job, I could do some filling or research, anything you could get me would really help." I pleaded.

"We've been pretty open with each other, I know nearly everything about you, even your sexual exploitations. I know sex is fun for you and at the moment a serious boyfriend is something that you're not interested in."

"Yes, what's your point?" mom was worrying me, she seemed to be trying to tell me something, but looked confused on how to tell me. "Mom whatever it is you can tell me, no secrets remember?"

"Well that's the problem, their is a secret I have kept from you. Not that I thought you would have a problem about it, but I wanted to avoid too many questions."

"I can only imagine it was very important to you for you to keep it hidden from me, whatever it is, will you just tell me what it is and what it has to do with a job and sex?"

"I do not work as a lawyer, I'm an escort."

"You're a prostitute?"

"I suppose you can call it that, as we do end up having sex with most of the clients, but the money is good."

"Since when?"

"Since you were 16."

"About the same time as you got your boob job?"

"After I sued that lawyer practice for sexual harassment, no other law firm would hire me locally, so I looked around for something else, and then I met an old friend who helped me get a job with her escort agency. I was very unsure, but since your father died, I had you to look after and the settlement money was not going to last long, especially with your university fees, and sex was something I still needed so I decided to go for it. My friend Monica suggested I get my boobs done and I did. I since then things have been good, a few bad clients but with the money I earn, I could retire in five years, I've managed to invest quite wisely, made the money work for me and the future."

"So what has this got to do with me?"

"I could get you a client for Saturday nights, you should earn enough to last a month or more."

"I do trust you and that you would not suggest this unless you did not think I would be safe, and it could help, and even though I am pretty open about sex, I must say I am a little shocked about this. I can understand why you would not tell me, but you have a brain and you should be able use it for something more than just sex."

"Like I said, I knew this is what you would say, and I agree, but it is something I get paid a lot for doing, especially something I enjoy, and I do enjoy it Sophie or I would not do it, and it saves on the hassle of boyfriends and dating."

"I need to think about this for a while, let it all sink in, let's just enjoy the holidays for now."

"No problem honey, finish your drink and I'll make you another if you want, then we'll get dinner finished."

We did not have a family, just the two of us, so as usual it was just the two of us for thanksgiving, not that it bothered either of us, we enjoyed each other's company. But while we talked about general stuff, my mind kept going over what mom had told me. Mom was still a beautiful woman, even if she had just turned 40, and her boobs look great, even when she first had them done, I told her she looked so sexy and that any man would want to be with her. I said that if we were in a room together full of men, I bet all the men would choose her, even without the boob job she was pretty. Mom thanked me for the compliment but said I was wrong and that I was the really beautiful one, she told me that at least my large breasts were real, 36d in case you ask.

So after dinner and cleaning up we returned to the living room. My mind was still on what mom had suggested about me working as an escort, no doubt I would enjoy it, and being paid like mom for something we both enjoyed was something that interested me. I think I was just stunned, before she told me, I saw my mom as a respected woman in the workplace, now I saw her as a very sexual woman, I could really see that mom looked happy, and who wouldn't want to have sex with such a beautiful woman. It was just my whole image of mom had changed, which wasn't a bad thing, but it was something I was having trouble not thinking about, especially picturing my mom having sex with all those strange men.

"I want to do it mom, it makes perfect sense, and it is easy money for doing something I enjoy."

"Are you sure?"

"You would not have suggested it if you knew I would be against it, but yes, I am positive. I think it will be kind of nice to see you at work, no pun intended."

"Ok, I'll give Monica a ring, maybe she could get you something this weekend before you return to university. I'll give her a ring now, that woman works 365 days year, clients always wanting servicing." she left the room and made her call. She returned a few minutes not exactly thrilled.

"Well did you get something?"

"Yes, kind of. I spoke to her about letting you join, you will have to go for some tests tomorrow, but she has a job for you this weekend."

"So what's the problem?"

"So have I."

"What do you mean?"

"Occasionally some men will pay extra for two women, especially the mother daughter thing; you know one older, one younger."

"But we are mother daughter. What do they expect us to do, have sex with each other?"

"No, nothing like that, he will have sex with us both, but we will just encourage each other, like while he has sex with you, you would say stuff like, 'oh mom this is so good', and I would say stuff like 'I am so proud of you', maybe some dirty talk. But the client doesn't have to know we are actual mother and daughter, plus I excepted because at least I will be there to guide and help you as it will be your first time."

"Ok, I trust you, let's do it." I wasn't exactly disgusted by having sex with my mom in the same room, but she is still my mom, there should be something wrong with that, shouldn't there, besides it was just role-playing, even if the client didn't know we were a real mother and daughter.

So the next day mom took me to meet Monica and get the tests I needed. Then mom took me shopping for a stylish outfit for the night. We would meet the client at a restaurant and then eventually return to his hotel for a night of pure unadulterated sex.

The night finally arrived and I was really nervous, but thanks to my mom besides me, I was ready to go. We were both wearing evening dresses, mine was red while mom's was black, and we both wore push up bras to give our boobs more oomph, along with a thong. We took a cab and arrived at the restaurant on time. Mom gave the name of our reservation and we were led to a table where the client was sat waiting.

Mom took charge and asked me to sit on his left while she took the right. Mom was so cool; she gave the client all the usual ego boosting lines, working him well. It gave me the chance to relax and watch her work. Soon the client gave my leg a squeeze and turned to talk to me. I was pretty relaxed by now, and a glass of wine earlier at home and one now loosened me up enough to turn on the charm.

He must have been in his fifties, but he looked very handsome for his age, at least he had his own hair which was only slightly greying. Mom smiled as I spoke to the man, touching him now and then as I flirted with him. The client Martin, seemed really happy with the choice he had been given. After dinner he decided to return to his hotel room for a night of fun. Before the night began, mom explained that usually she stayed the night, but after 6am the client's time ended so we were free to leave after that time, but if I wanted, we could leave after he fell asleep; it was unlikely he would awaken before 6 for more sex.

We arrived at the room and again mom led the evening.

"My daughter is new to all this, so tell us want you want and I can help her give it to you?"

"Are you really mother and daughter, because that seemed so sincere?"

"Yes we are, I got her the job to help her get through university, so you are really helping us both tonight."

"Oh that sounds so good, best acting I have seen. Get yourself comfortable, I'll just need to go to the bathroom." After he left mom and I both stifled a laugh.

"I can't believe he thinks it is fake, what should we do now?" I asked. Even though I was feeling less nervous, I still felt unsure now that the moment was finally here, having sex with a stranger while my mom was in the same room.

"Take off your dress and sit on the couch, I'll sit on the bed. Give him a minute, 10 bucks he is taking a Viagra, just to get his money's worth, 20 minutes from now, he'll be as hard as a steel girder." We both got out of our dresses.

"I have to say, so far has been fun, you certainly know how to turn on the charm." I told mom.

"So can you, as you know men are so simple, the slightest compliment gets them going."

"I have to say you look so in your element, and so beautiful, that dress did your figure no justice, something a little tighter next time."

"I know, since I started this job I have lost a bit a weight, and so most of my dresses don't fit as snugly. I was going to get some new clothes, but figured, save the money, the clients already paid and I'm only going to be out of my clothes as soon as the clients ready." The client stepped out and stood naked in the centre of room. He kept fit, and was trim even for his age, why he needed us I have no idea, but maybe it was for the fantasy. He had a decent sized dick and was a little turned on by all that was happening.

"So how do you want to start?" asked mom.

"Well maybe to start, you two could help each other strip naked; maybe even play a little with each other." I was a bit reluctant, but before tonight mom said this might happen. She said just smile and do as much as we are both willing to go, we even had safe words when we wanted to stop. But I did agree if it happened I would try and relax, but now I was hesitant. Mom just smiled and pointed her finger at me, drawing me towards her.

"It's alright honey, I don't mind if you want to play a little with me. I maybe your mom, but it might be fun."

"Ok, whatever you say mom, but I am nervous."

"I can tell, I bet it is your first time to touch a woman like this as well." I nodded as I stood in front of my mom. Mom smiled and kissed me gently on the lips, not sexually but enough to try and relax me and put on a show for the client.

She stood up from the bed and walked around me, she gently kissed my shoulder as she undid my bra. The client had since got on the made and was playing with himself as he watched the action. As mom slipped the bra straps off my shoulder her hands moved within the bra to cup my breasts as the bra dropped to the floor.

She then moved so she was again facing me, and gave me another kiss as she got onto her knees and gently tugged my thong off. I stepped out of them, and then mom threw them towards the client, who held them to his noise for a sniff then wrapped them around his dick as he began to masturbate faster.

Mom stood and turned us around, I reluctantly kissed her as I repeated the show mom had just done as I removed her bra. Even though I had seen mom's naked breasts after she had the boob job, I had not got the chance to feel them until now as I cupped them from behind, even though they felt slightly fake, they did feel firm and nice. I moved to her front and I palmed both her nipples before moving down to remove her thong.

Mom rested her hand on my head for support as I removed her thong and got a clear view of her shaved pussy, mine was trimmed. It was then I realised I was looking straight at her pussy and that mom had seen mine just as clearly. For some reason this excited me, especially as I saw that she was a little wet. Mom stepped out of them, and I passed them to the client, who threw mine away, then put mom's thong on his dick instead, very close to squirting his sperm into them.

I looked him in the eye as I stood, I thought I would really try and get him excited as my finger slowly slid up mom's pussy, I really wanted to find out how wet she was, but doing this also sent a shiver down both our spines. I glanced at mom as we heard the client cum, mom smiled but I saw something in her eyes before I turned back to the client.

Martin patted the space beside him, inviting me to join him on the bed. We stayed above the covers as he moved me into the middle of the bed before climbing on top of me. He played with my breasts, I moaned to encourage him that he was doing a good job. But what was really turning me on was mom who stood beside the bed playing with herself; she was looking at the client who was watching, losing his concentration as he began to fumble with my breasts.

Then mom stopped and picked out a condom from her bag and passed it to me. I opened the wrapper and the client put the condom on. From that moment on I just let my mind wander as mom and I let the client have his way with us. It was not that he was bad, but suddenly I was thinking about mom. When the client had finished with me, watched as mom did her job, afterwards the client fell asleep.

We left about 3am and got a cab, heading home. Once we got home, my mind was still on whatever had happened in the room between the two of us. Mom went to the kitchen to get us both a coffee, while I went upstairs to shower and change into some sweats. When I got back downstairs two drinks were waiting to be consumed on the coffee table. A few minutes later mom strolled in the room from upstairs, wearing a nightie. She sat next to me and seemed to sense my uneasiness about something.

"What's the matter Sophie? You have been distracted since we left, was it really that bad, because it won't happen again if you don't want it to."

"No, it was ok, nothing I haven't done before with other guys. Not paid for or anything, but faking it."

"So what's the problems?" mom asked as she took my hand in hers and started caress the back of my hand with her thumb, this just drove me crazy and just had to remove my hand and stood up to get away from her, so I stood near the roaring fire mom had made. "Please tell me what's wrong, I feel a gap forming between us, I don't like it, maybe I made a mistake asking you to work for an escort agency."

"As I said mom, it has nothing to do with that."

"Is it because I was there as well, did I make you uncomfortable to be having sex with me there?"

"Since you told me on thanksgiving what you do for a living, my image of you has radically changed, and tonight just made it clear for me."

"What do you mean?"

"Even though I have never found a woman attractive to do anything with, tonight I got turned on by seeing you naked, and it scares me."

"You're a very sexual person Sophie, with everything happening tonight and it being your first time as an escort, you're just confused by everything that happened."

"I don't think so mom, and even more I think you might have felt it too?" now mom seemed uncomfortable.

"Like I said, sex excites me and I was just excited to be having sex with Martin."

"Please don't lie, I know I made a mistake to run my fingers through your pussy and when you started masturbating I could see how excited I made you."

"I was just excited."

"Yes, I could tell when I slipped your thong off, but that was way before Martin started the evening, you were excited about undressing me and then about me undressing you, I know because I was excited too."

"Ok, I admit you are a very beautiful woman but I've been with woman before, we are both sexual women, it was just the excitement of the evening." I could not deny it anymore, I needed release. I turned and got back on the couch with mom, I looked at her and she looked back at me. I had to know if what I was feeling was real or not and whether we both felt it, so I quickly moved towards her and kissed her on the lips. Mom seemed a little reluctant at first before I felt her lips part and her tongue come out to touch.

That was all it took for us both to suddenly become wild as my tongue touched hers and then I moved on top of her. She cupped my ass and pulled me tightly against her. I moved my mouth to her neck, licking and sucking it before I moved to get close to her ear. I sucked her ear, I could hear her moans.

"I want you mom, I want this. I need to be with you, I need release badly, I want you to show me how good women can be together, I need you to make me cum mom." I rubbed her breasts and as I moved my hands down her body, then slipped my hand under her nightie, discovering she wasn't wearing panties. Maybe she knew this was going to happen I thought as I slipped my fingers inside of her. "You are so wet, you want this too, say it mom, say you want me too."

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Date: Tue, 22 Jul 2008 00:39:22 +0200 (CEST) From: Trevor Maytum Subject: GUILTY PLEASURES (TG/TS) Trevor parks the car at the far end of the large car park so we're not seen arriving together. That's very important. We play by my boyfriend's rules. I have no choice in the matter. "Come on you little slut," he says, killing the headlights and switching off the ignition. He doesn't smile, only puts his hand up my dress and feels my crotch. "Jesus!" he says. You can't wait, can you?" I'm already hard with anticipation, but this doesn't stop a tear coming to my eye. I have an odd mixture of feelings. On the one hand I feel a naughty kind of excitement, and on the other a feeling of hurt and helplessness to be used this way. "Come on, then... Let's see if you can pull for us tonight," he says. My heartbeat is thundering in my ears and there's that familiar fluttering in my tummy. It's always the same. "Yes, Master," I reply, and he takes my chin in two fingers. 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Perhaps Trevor thinks he's too genteel or well mannered. He never explains why he chooses or rejects men. Trevor doesn't come back. That means the men's room is empty. I touch the back of Dave's hand while I toy with my necklace, imitation diamond, but it sparkles like fuck and looks the business. I tell Dave there's something I want to show him. He follows me to the toilets and is puzzled when I enter the men's room. He hesitates before following me in. He looks around suspiciously. I know what he's wondering. Is it a trap? Am I in cahoots with someone who aims to mug him? Is it some kind of sex-sting operation? One cubicle has an "out of order" sign on the closed door -- Trevor's normal trick. It isn't locked. I know he's in the cubicle next to this one. I open the door and Dave follows me in and bolts it. Now it's my turn to get edgy. If this guy was so inclined, he'd have time to hurt me before Trevor could intervene. A few men have hurt me. One burned me with a cigarette, thinking it would somehow turn me on. I have a small button scar on the inside of my thigh to remind me. Normally it's okay. Most guys are okay. Dave pulls me to him and kisses me. He fumbles under my blouse and squeezes my breast. He smells of fresh shampoo and expensive cologne. I return his kiss. I wonder how he wants to play it. What will be the thing or things that throw his switches? Dave's tongue probes my mouth while his hand slides away from my breast to lift my dress. He finds what he's looking for and slips his hand inside my panties. He toys with my pubic hair then he cups my balls. "I love tight sacs," he whispers in my ear. "And yours is supreme." I smile inwardly at the strange compliment. I move on his hand and pant into his mouth. I want him to soil me and I know that's what my boyfriend wants too. He wants me to act like a slut, to prostrate myself at the feet of strangers, to take their cocks out and suck them until they cum in my mouth, and then swill and swirl the stuff around my tongue, opening my mouth to show it them before I swallow. I know that's what Trevor would want. He loves to watch me shudder and gag as I try and swallow his copious emissions and I guess he gets a voyeuristic thrill from thinking of or seeing me doing the same to another man, particularly a casual bar "pick-up". I'm here to satisfy - firstly my boyfriend's lust, and secondly, this other man's. But what about my own? I touch Dave through his trousers. He's nice and firm. I fumble with his zipper. His large cock springs into my hand like a small rubber cosh. Dave's fingers encircle my prick. He's very gentle, sexy, knows what a ladyboy likes. His hand begins to massage me and I move my hips to ride it. I'm not supposed to experience pleasure in these seedy acts, only degradation and humiliation. That's what turns Trevor on, the thought of me being humiliated at the expense of pleasure. Well, you're wrong, Trevor-boy! Humiliation and pleasure go hand in hand in my book. Supposed to or not, I often have an amazing orgasm with the men you pick for me. I push his hand gently aside and sink to my knees on the stone-tiled floor. Dave's cock bounces in front of my face. He's large and natural. I wrap my left arm around the backs of his thighs, take him in my right hand and work his tight foreskin back, exposing the scarlet head. The Italian waiter was the only other uncut man I've ever been with. Dave reminds me a little of him. He's clean and pleasant, unlike most of the men with whom I have sex. I lick the head of his dick. The ridge behind is prominent. I imagine how nice it'd feel violating my arsehole, his balls slapping my arse. I lick the eye of his cock, penetrating it with the tip of my tongue. I can taste the sweet stuff (pre-cum) oozing up his shaft. He trembles with pleasure. I guide him between my lips, watch my red lipstick smear his shaft. I continue to hold him while he's in my mouth to keep him from thrusting in too deeply and also to resist the temptation of touching myself should I let him go. I would only cum too quickly. Dave holds my cheeks clumsily between his hands and fucks my mouth. The stone tiled floor grazes against my knees, fuck knows what it's doing to my nylons. I squeeze his cock and suck hard to bring him on quickly. Our time is limited in here. I imagine Trevor masturbating steadily while in the cubicle next to us. He likes me to be noisy when I'm sucking somebody off. That's another thing that turns him on -- sounds. He's a real sound and vision man all right. He and Dave will have their orgasms to enjoy and I'll have a mouth full of caustic cum to savour - saline and viscous. Whether I spit or swallow will depend on taste and mood. We all get our own little kick from this sordid scene. Dave grunts and forces himself deeper into my mouth. I let go of his thick shaft. It's almost over. My nose touches the wiry hair at the base of his cock. He smells of musky, men's talc. He gushes hotly against the back of my throat and then pulls partway out so he can feel my tongue against the knob of his cock. I swirl it around while he fills my mouth with hot sperm. It must have been quite a while since he'd jerked off or fucked, which is surprising - good-looking man like him. He's very viscous and, my god, he's so very salty! He ejaculates in about half-a-dozen pulsing spasms, not the single explosion I was expecting. I time it badly and some of his cum slips down my throat before I can do anything about it. Trevor likes me to keep some back to share with him when it's all over, so I have to be careful not to swallow it all at once. But there's loads of the stuff and I can hardly swallow fast enough to keep up with him. I gag and cough and the back of my throat burns to the ammonic rush. He softens quickly and withdraws, zips up, straightens his clothes. He suddenly looks guilty and embarrassed. He asks, "How much?" I shake my head, and wave my hand flatly, tell him I'm not a professional tart. He looks puzzled. There is no goodbye kiss, no words of endearment. I no longer exist now that he's satisfied. He can't wait to get away, back to his wife I bet. Guys often feel disgusted after giving themselves up to a chick with a dick. The guilt I suppose. But it always passes and they come back for more. What is it about a cock in a frock that does it for a man? He departs, coat collar up, looking sheepishly around him as he crosses the floor. The door swings close again. He seemed like a nice bloke. I wish he'd been the one to take home with us. Trevor enters the cubicle and leers at me, a curious mixture of disdain and admiration. He's still hard, his cock shiny wet with ejaculate in the bare white electric light. It twitches in time with his pulse. "Are you hot?" he demands. "Do you like sucking off strangers in public toilets?" He inspects my nipples through my dress then slaps at my breasts because they're hard. But it's not the sex that has made them pointy. The room is cold. But he interprets it as a sign of insolence and smacks them again. He commands me to raise my dress. He touches my cock, squeezes my balls. I'm seeping and sticky. He forces my thighs apart and plunges two fingers into my arsehole. "Oh, you are hot!" he says. "You don't care who fucks or fingers you as long as you get your little "cum", do you, you filthy bitch!" He forces his thick dry fingers in and out of my bottom; with his other hand he masturbates me. Trevor watches my eyes. I try not to react but I can't help myself. I need the release of an orgasm desperately. He continues until the breath is hissing between my lips. I pat them with my hand, forcing some of Dave's "cum" to ooze out and run down my chin. I had been trying to save some for Trevor. It's one of the things he insists upon - that I share the other man's ejaculate with him whenever I can. Trevor seizes on my soiled lips, his tongue driving through. I know he gets a buzz out of tasting another man's nectar so I let him have it. He spits it back and for a while we play around with it, passing it back and forth like a game of tennis, until finally, he swallows it. My hips take up the rhythm of his hand. Maybe he'll actually let me have a climax in this dirty, foul smelling little room. I squeeze his fingers with my sphincter. He pulls them out of me with a dryish sucking sound. My need aches and burns. "I haven't given you permission to cum!" he snarls. "You don't deserve it." But it happens anyway, and as always it almost jack-knives my body in half with the spasm. He puts his hands on my shoulders and forces me down on my knees. I know what he wants. I raise my face and open my mouth. He peers in, then pushes two fingers inside to feel the last of Dave's white stuff. He withdraws his fingers, smears them on my cheeks and holds them in front of my face. "Did you like having that man fuck your mouth, you little whore?" he demands. He'll punish me whether I answer yes or no. If I say yes, I'll have admitted to taking pleasure without permission. If no, I'll insult him by indicating that following his commands is not pleasurable. I mentally flip a coin, hoping to give him the response he wants. "Yes, Master," I reply. "Thank you for letting me suck that man's lovely big dick." He slaps my cheek so hard I see stars. Perhaps he would have done it even if I'd answered no. It doesn't matter. "Is his as good as mine?" Another chance to be punished. "No, Master." There is no slap this time. I've given the right answer. He smiles and holds his fingers in front of my mouth. I lick them clean of Dave's remaining goo. Trevor shakes his cock at me, as if in anger. "Now do it to me, bitch!" he hisses. I start to take him between my lips. He slaps me again. "I want to cream your filthy throat!" he hisses. "Keep your head still, you dirty bitch, and let me fuck your face!" After allowing him to drive his cock into my mouth until I'm almost retching, I take him in my hand and masturbate him the last couple of strokes. He squirts into my mouth several times, mixing his sweet, soapy cum with what's left of Dave's savoury fare. He softens. I wait for permission to swallow. He puts his cock back in his trousers and combs his hair before he grants it with a chin-nod. With great relief I let my second helping of cum slide down my throat. They say that stuff's good for the boobs. It certainly hasn't done mine any harm. The drinks and excitement are having an effect on me. I ask permission to use the ladies room. "If you're going to piss, do it here!" he says, pointing to the urinal bowl. I push the filthy seat up with my foot while he blocks the doorway while he straightens his tie. I squat over the bowl. The urine-splashed, discoloured porcelain is cold against my legs. I have trouble starting. He leans toward me, slaps my face. "Go on, slut, piss in front of your Master." Then there's a dribble of liquid from me followed by a sustained gush that would have done a horse proud. Trevor nods satisfaction. He watches, enjoying my humiliation. "Oh baby, some day I'm going to drink all your steaming piss!" Afterwards, I wash my face in a disgusting, cracked sink, straighten my dress and tidy my dishevelled hair-piece in a graffiti decorated mirror. I leave the room first and return to my table. Trevor waits a few seconds, and then walks back to his. If anyone has seen me come out of the men's room, they're not making an issue of it. Trevor scans the crowd. A lot more customers have arrived. It must be shift change at the construction site. They work through the night here. Dave's drink sits half-finished on the table. He got what he wanted; now he's gone. I finish mine, swirling it around in my mouth like a mouthwash. I finish his, too. The taste of the spermy cocktail gradually recedes. In a while a large, heavyset black man in a worn leather jacket looks over at me from the bar. Trevor gives the signal. I smile seductively and move my shoulders back to lift my tits, shake the long dark tresses of my hair-piece. I'm good at this part. I wonder why he couldn't have chosen Dave or one of the other clean cut ones. I pray silently that the man won't want anything to do with me. Maybe he'll think I'm out of his league. The trouble is, Trevor's got a thing about black men. He likes to see them fuck me in the arse and have a good wank while it's happening. The black guy buys another beer and caries it toward my table. Game on again, I'm afraid, Coleen, my dear! I notice Trevor smiling, licking his lips in anticipation of watching and videoing this man having sex with his loving cock-slave in our special little room back home. I have the feeling the three of us are in for a long night -- me especially! The End


Spitting Fetish - Sexy mistresses spitting on their slaves

Mistress BlackDiamoond and her friend lady Ann had to get information from this guy. He had been trained well. He could withstand a lot of things but they discovered he had not been trained how to handle humiliation. They humiliated him a great deal including spitting on him. They degraded him and when it was too much for him, he caved and told them what they wanted to know from him.

Mistress Spiky was bored at home and with nothing better to do, she played with her spit. She thought of all the nasty things she could with her slave and she did them. She started with spit. She made him lick her spit and when he was done, she used her high heels to trample his bare upper body. She tortured and degraded him cruelly but he had no choice but to endure it all.

Lady Betty does not like to inflict pain on losers and slaves like other mistresses do. She prefers to degrade them. That stays with them longer than the pain. They can also get used to the pain but it takes much effort and mental effort to get used to degradation and humiliation. So today she tried spit fetish and she made her slave open her mouth and she spat into it.

Mistress Amanda Rey enjoys doing all kinds of crazy things. Today she wanted to try spit fetish. She had watched videos of it online and she was fascinated by it. She had to try it and she did. She went out and came back with a loser. She made him wank and she made him use her spit as lube. She also had him drink the remainder of her spit.

Goddess Nika was drinking her favorite wine when she saw her slave looking at her as if she wanted some. She did not want to give her some of her expensive wine so she drank all of it and when she was done, she spat into the glass and she called her slave and she made him drink her spit. He had to drink all of it and he had no choice but to do it.

Lady Karame collected her saliva in a glass. She wanted to use it to humiliate her slave because she did not want to use pain to do it. She did not want her slave to get used to pain and make her punishments ineffective. So she tried a different method. She spat into a glass and when she had collected enough spit, she made her slave drink the spit and swallow it.

Mistress Hailey loves to spit. She loved spit the day it helped her get what she wanted. She had felt like spitting and she had accidentally spit on someone. She saw how disgusted he was and when she tried it on someone else, it worked and since then, she had always humiliated or degraded people using spit. She loves to use it when she is both happy as well as sad.

Madame Marissa wanted to try something gross on her slave. So she called him to the kitchen where she was with her friend madame Madison. The two misses had fun making the slave eat the food which they spat on. They sprayed spit on his food and even made him use it as sauce. He drank all of it because he knew that if he did not do as they wanted, he would be in hot soup.

This mistress was pissed by the fact that her slave was not changing the habits she had told him to change. She did not care about the fact that it was not easy to stop life long habits. She had to make him change and she did it by being cruel to him. She made him lick her spit and degraded him to make him change. He did to avoid being degraded again.

Mistress Laura was smoking when she felt like spitting. She did not have to worry about swallowing the spit or even spitting it out. She knew she could use her slave if she wanted so she called the slave and she had him lick her ass. As a bonus punishment, the mistress turned her slave into her human ashtray and she had fun watching him groan in the pain she inflicted on him.

When these losers forgot where they had been sent, they did not know the punishment would be as bad as it was. Their mistress came home late at night and he punished them as badly as she could. She used her saliva and her ass to do it. She even made them lick her pussy as well as her ass and had fun before she farted on them and made them lick her spit.

This mistress enjoys using her spit to humiliate. Her had her spit licked from her shoes and now she wanted it drank from a glass. She spat into the glass and made sure it was nearly half before she called her slave and she made him drink her saliva. She did not want him to add anything to it or to drink anything before during or after drinking her saliva.

Lady Betty and her friend lady Bertie wanted to make this loser drink their spit. It was the bare minimum punishment they were willing to give him after he contributed to their loss in a competition. The mistresses collected a lot of spit in a tray and they forced him to drink all of it. The loser was not allowed to throw up before, during or after drinking the spit.

Mistress BlackDiamoond did not like the smell coming from the toilet. She realized it was the slave who had taken a dump and she was pissed that his dump smelled that badly not just in the toilet but even outside the toilet. Even air fresheners were not able to deal with that smell. So she took him back there and she spat on him and had him open his mouth and swallow her spit. She then told him go and get checked.

This tattooed mistress is a naughty one and a cruel one. It depends which part she wants to use and today she used the cruel one. She wanted to see a guy lick her spit so she got a guy to do it. She did not just want him to lick her spit, but she wanted him to do it from the soles of her high heels where she had spat.

Mistress Gaia did not like what her slave had done. She had took the slave to her torture chambers and read the charges to her. She pleaded guilty and she sentenced her to lick her high heels and to suck the sharp part of the shoe. She the made her open her mouth and swallow her spit. Mistress Gaia knew her slave would never do what she had done after that punishment.

Madame Marissa wanted to demonstrate her spit fetish to her friend madame Madison. She called her slave and they trampled him together. The mistresses then spat on the floor and stepped on the spit using their sneakers. The slave was then asked to lick the soles of the sneakers till they were clean and free of the saliva. In addition, they also made him lick the floor to get rid of the saliva.

This mistress has a thing for spit fetish. She is fascinated by it and likes to play with it. Today she had nothing better to do so she passed time playing with her saliva. She spat on her hands and tried to study the spit. But since she did not know how to get any useful information out of her spit, she smeared it all over her hands and her face for fun because she did not have a slave to do it to.

Lady Betty and her friend lady Bertie had slept for much of the day and when night came, they could not sleep. They were at a loss over what to do so they went to their slave's room. He had already slept so they woke him up and humiliated him for fun and to pass time. They spat on him and made him lick their spit as well. He could do nothing about it and licked it as ordered.

Madame Marissa is a savage mistress. She likes to torture and humiliate her slaves cruelly. She likes to use nasty methods to punish them. Today she forced her slave to lick the dirty soles of her boots. She had stepped on some bad food and she spat on it for good measure and forced him to eat the food. She did not care whether he would be sick. She just wanted him to eat food from her soles and he did.

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bill: yeah they were morning glory last year and this year they'll be crack rock steady 7
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That dream about (insert girl's name here) was great, but now I've got a morning glory.
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Rachael didn't appreciate the morning glory I gave her. She should have woke up before me.
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Eight o'clock, time for my morning glory!

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(noun)early-morning hard-on (erection) brought on by a full bladder and awakening with sex-related thoughts or from a sexual dream.
I enjoyed my morning glory by fingering myself for a moment,lubricating my cockhead with some spittle,then gently rolling her over and mounting her while she was still asleep.
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Title: Scared STIFF – The Adventures of the one-eyed rising purple pussy beater.

Pen name: Breath-of-twilight & Fragile Human

Characters: Bella x Edward

Disclaimer: Twilight and all recognizable character belong to the magnificent Stephenie Meyer, we just enjoy making them doing crazy things.

Prompt - Today, I took my first Viagra. It worked great, but "Wally, the one-eyed wonder-weasel" would not return to "hiding". After 4 hours, I was in mortal aching pain, and went to my doctor for a shot and sedative. My wife, the doctor, and the nurse could not stifle their laughter. FML

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Fifteen years. Today was our fifteen year wedding anniversary and I still couldn't believe it. It seemed like just yesterday that I had bumped into Bella at Staples, each of us reaching for the last T91 graphing calculator on the shelf. She beat me to it, but only just barely, and only because I was distracted by her knee high stockings under her nice and short blue plaid skirt. She noticed the path of my gaze and blushed, a beautiful crimson creeping up her neck to her cheeks. I followed the progression of that rosy tint with my eyes, noting her soft, full lips and cute button nose. I finally dragged my eyes to hers, noticing how they widened subtly upon meeting mine. They were the most delectable shade of brown and reminded me of an endless pot of spiced apple cider.

I had asked her out on the spot, forgetting that I didn't get my calculator until later. We walked to the Dairy Queen across the street and she got a vanilla cone dipped in chocolate. We had become inseparable immediately, practically attached at the hip, and our families became quite used to the pair of us and our antics.

The years passed and we grew closer together, experiencing each and every "first" with one another, and seconds, thirds, fourths and so on. Once we were married, things had spiced up for a while, with toys and experiments keeping us both fulfilled and satisfied. Lately, however... the spark, once bright and vigorous, had dimmed to a distant, flickering, almost but not quite visible star. With rushed missionary and claims of headaches or fatigue taking over our lives, sex was no longer a priority. It was now a chore.

I wanted tonight to be special, to remind myself, and more importantly Bella, that the amazing love we once shared was still there, at least for me, and as strong and all consuming as ever. That was why I was standing here, covered in flour and bread crumbs and sweating my ass off as I tried to make a surprise dinner for my beloved Bella.

The chicken was in the oven roasting, the potatoes set to boil on the stove, and I was leaning against the counter treating myself to a glass of Chianti. My nerves were on full tilt tonight because I was planning on doing something I had never done before. In my hopes to make this night as special as possible for Bella, and also knocking her socks off with my sexual prowess, I was about to pop one of those little blue pills.

I raised it in front of my face, pinched between my forefinger and thumb, and inspected it carefully before placing it on my tongue. I washed it down with my wine, wincing at the bitter aftertaste it left in my mouth. I hoped this would be able to help me go just a little bit longer than usual, and in doing so, provide Bella with hours of pleasure that she had never dreamed of.

I turned the heat down on the stove and oven and made my way upstairs to freshen up and get dressed. Once in the shower I lathered myself up fully. As my hand grazed over my flaccid cock a vision of Bella with her soft, pink lips wrapped around my raging member floated into my head. I groaned in appreciation and let my eyes flutter shut as the image intensified all the more. I could see her big doe eyes looking up at me all hooded and filled with longing as she flicked her tongue along my shaft. I braced myself against the wall with one hand while the other roamed my body till it came in contact with my now very aroused, very aching member. I slowly tugged in time with her lips in my head. Soft groans and small whimpers escaped my slightly parted lips. It had been too long since something like that had happened for real, and just the images of it were too much for me to bear. I came with a loud grunt, spilling my seed down the drain and slumping against the cool ceramic tiles with a contented groan.

Tonight had to work, it just had to. I needed my Bella back, I needed us back.

I walked to the table, setting the china plates down and adjusting the silverware around them as I wondered when Bella would arrive. I turned to move back towards the kitchen, grazing my still hard penis against the edge of the table and wincing at the sensation. Gingerly, I reached down and adjusted myself, hoping that we would be able to finish dinner quickly so I could plunge my manhood into her and relieve this awful aching and throbbing feeling. I had no idea that one tiny pill could cause so much discomfort.

I was carrying the bottle of wine to the table as I heard the door open and the sharp clicking of Bella's heels on our tile floor.

"Edward? Are you home?" I could hear her placing her purse and keys on the table before walking towards me. "What are you-" She rounded the corner into the dining room, words leaving her as she took in the sight. Candlesticks and votives littered the table, casting their flickering light over the fine china and crystal stemware I had set up. I walked towards her, pressing a glass of wine into her hand and kissing her cheek. I flinched as my groin rubbed lightly against her hip, my erection continuing to be painful as it strained against my fly.

Bella gasped and pulled back slightly, winding her free arm around my waist and grinning at me slyly. "What on Earth is this? Dinner, candles and a little something extra down below?" She gyrated her hips into mine slowly, causing the pain to flare and a grimace to settle on my face. I attempted to smile to hide it but feared I only looked constipated.

"Edward, are you okay?" Bella asked, pulling back and looking into my eyes. I screwed my face up, put on my best smile and nodded. No need to worry her over a throbbing erection. At least not in that way.

Dinner went great. Bella moaned and made the most fucking delectable sounds through the whole meal. I wasn't sure I'd be able to handle dessert if she kept it up.

As I was clearing the plates and grabbing dessert from the fridge Bella joined me in the kitchen, "Need some help?" She asked as she reached up into the cupboard to grab some dessert plates, this action caused her skirt to hike up considerably and the milky white flesh I knew to be silky soft taunted me. Without even thinking, without even realizing what I was doing, I grabbed her by the waist and spun her towards me, crashing my lips and my arousal against her simultaneously. Bella gasped in surprise, her surprise quickly turning into that of want. She moaned into my mouth, her tongue now almost as dominant as mine. Seemed I wasn't the only one missing our daily sexcapades. Her left leg came up and hooked securely on my ass. I could feel the heat emanating from her core and it drove me wild with desire. I hoisted her up, her skirt tearing in the process, oh well, I'll buy her a new one tomorrow, and hauled her up the stairs, directly into our bedroom.

We hadn't even hit the bed yet when I began tearing at her shirt, buttons popping and flying everywhere in my haste. "Someone sure is excited to see me." Bella said teasingly. If she only knew how much!

"I am always excited to see you. Tonight, however, I plan to spend the whole night showing you just how much." I growled as my lips wrapped around her bra covered nipple, nipping and tugging as the sweetest sounds fell from Bella's parted lips. Each one caused my straining dick to twitch in anticipation and impatience.

Bella's arms snaked around my back, tracing lightly up over my shoulders and neck till they wound in my hair. She wove her fingers through it and pulled, pretty damn hard, guiding my mouth back to hers. Her legs wrapped around my hips, and I felt her pressing her pelvis against my throbbing cock. I groaned loudly into her mouth; my dick fucking hurt. Pulling back from her, I pushed her gently back onto the bed before easing down her body slowly, pressing wet kisses down her chest and stomach as I worked my way to her hot little pussy. I bent down and placed my mouth over her panties, breathing heavily against the sensitive flesh. I grasped the fabric in my teeth and used them to pull the skimpy lace down her legs, tossing it from my mouth once I passed her brightly painted toenails. I crouched between her legs, meeting her gaze straight on and noting how dilated her pupils were. I leaned down, flicking my tongue against her clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from Bella as I savored her taste. Normally I would spend what seemed like forever down here, lapping and sucking to my heart's content as I tasted her unique flavor, but tonight I was on a mission: I needed to fuck her senseless, as soon as possible, and get rid of this raging hard on.

I pulled back slowly, leaning over her as I traced her entrance with one finger. I felt her bucking her hips against me, trying to force my finger fully inside her. I chuckled darkly before taking my hand away.

"Oh no, Bella, that won't do at all." I angled myself above her, leaning my weight on my hands at either side of her head. "Tonight I'm only going to fuck you with one thing: my dick." I plunged myself into her, sheathing myself in one quick stroke within her heat. Bella moaned her approval, her legs hooking over my ankles as she tried to meet my thrusts, her hands grasping wildly against my back as I pummeled her repeatedly. She felt so fucking good but I was nowhere near release; apparently my stint in the shower earlier had lengthened my playing time now.

"Fuck, Edward! So.. fucking.. deep.." Bella could barely speak due to my insane rhythm, her body being jostled across the bed as I slammed into her tight pussy. I tried my best to keep her in one spot but the animalistic side of me took over and I could barely think straight. I needed to fucking get off, needed it like I needed air to breathe. My dick felt like it was going to fall off it was in so much pain. I had to do something and fast.

I pulled out of her suddenly, flipping her on her stomach and plowing into her from behind. I gripped her hair, pulling it over her shoulder and winding my hand in it as I tugged her head back towards me. Something about seeing her head angled back towards me, her eyes heavily lidded and her full lips pouting, while I watched myself disappear into her over and over again pushed me over the edge, and I exploded into her with a deep, guttural growl ripping from my chest.

I collapsed next to her on the bed, enjoying the rush of sensations that always pulsed through me when I came. Bella pushed herself up on her elbows, her hair a tangled, matted mess sticking up in every direction from my pulling. She slowly turned her head towards me, a dazed expression on her flushed face and a goofy smile creeping across her lips.
"Holy... Edward. Fuck. I..." She clumsily laid on her side, her arms shooting out from under her as she fell onto the mattress. She reached one shaky hand towards me, running her fingers lightly down my jaw before scooting closer and burying her face in my chest. I held her limply, exhausted and satisfied.

She turned slightly, her hip brushing against my dick, and I hissed at the feel of her soft curves touching my sensitive skin. I gently pushed her away, glancing down and freaking the fuck out when I saw my dick was still fully erect.

"Bella... I think we have a problem." Her eyes followed my gaze and landed upon my aching dick, still excruciatingly painful even after I blew my load. She arched an eyebrow playfully, reaching down to wrap her fingers around my dick. As soon as her soft fingers grazed the head of my cock, I was ready for round two. I pulled her hand away and in one swift motion placed her tiny body above me. Her hot, wet core slipped down my erection, eliciting a painful hiss from me.

Bella leaned forward, pressing her lips and ample chest against me before reaching in between us and angling me so I just slipped into her with ease. The heat and pressure from within her dripping core soothed the burning ache in my now pulsating cock as she rose and slammed down on me repeatedly. I groaned and cussed and grasped onto her ass to assist her movements.

"God, Edward, so good..." Bella panted out, throwing her head back in ecstasy, her body bending at an odd angle from the motion and sending a tingling sensation straight to my groin.

I growled savagely and rammed her harder than I ever had before. I prayed I wasn't hurting her, but was unable to stop myself none-the-less. The pleasure, the relief, the build up...was just too good to let go.

"Love, your pussy is fucking amazing. I could fuck it endlessly and still never tire of it. Come for me, baby. Come on my raging cock."

Bella gasped in response and lowered her trembling fingers to her swollen nub. Stroking it slowly at first before building up speed and writhing wildly above me. The sight of her body quivering post orgasm threw me over the edge. I slid my hand around her slender waist and went for the gold, desperate for her to come with me and not able to hold it any longer. I slid my middle finger into her surprisingly wet anus and fucking growled throughout the most intense orgasm of my existence. I continued my ministrations, praying she'd find her release soon. What I didn't expect, however, was the feeling of Bella's heated pussy milking my dick and her ass pulsating rapidly around my finger to be so fucking intense. For the third time I blew my load and this time, unlike the first two, it was excruciatingly painful.

In a heap, Bella rolled off of me, her chest rising and falling erratically as she struggled to regain her breathing. I watched through half open eyes as her hand reached across me and pulled me close to her sweaty body. I smiled. It was over, it had to be over. Right?

My eyes widened as I glanced down and noticed my member still at full mast. What the fuck! Am I broken or some shit? No off button?

Just then Bella draped her leg over my torso, grazing my perma-rod in the process. I hissed in pain and knocked her leg away quickly, cupping myself as gently as I could as I moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

Bella wrapped the sheet around herself, kneeling behind me before speaking in a soft voice. "Edward? What's wrong? Is everything OK?"

I shook my head silently; how do I explain to my wife that I took a Viagra and I think it's going to fucking assassinate my dick?!

"I think," I paused, clearing my throat loudly before continuing, "I think I need to go to the hospital."

Bella was clearly confused as she jumped off the bed and hastily threw on some clothes. I, too, got dressed, choosing my baggiest pair of track pants and a hoodie.

Bella wrapped her arm around me, helping my limping form to the car as best as she could with her small frame. Never once did she ask me why I needed to go to the hospital, which I found weird. I guess maybe she just assumed I wasn't feeling well.

Bella drove faster than anything she ever considered a reasonable speed. Skimming through red lights, she cast me frantic worried looks. She screeched to a sudden halt when she couldn't beat the traffic lights and sighed softly.

She was obviously waiting for me to say something. I inhaled a deep breath of air and let it out slowly. I can do this, I thought to myself, I can tell my wife how messed up my lower anatomy is, and tell her I may have permanently broken one of my most valued appendages.

"Bella..." I spoke softly, nervously, tentatively.

"Edward, what is it? Are you okay, does it hurt more? Are you going to tell me what is wrong now?" Bella rattled nervously.

I sighed, this was it. Hopefully she didn't deem me a complete tool.

"I took a Viagra in hopes to be able to please you, and well... it seems something went wrong with that plan. 'Cause now I am in immense pain and ummm...can't get it down?" I whispered bashfully, almost as a question, not quite an explanation.

Bella slammed on the brakes and turned, gaping at me. Shame and insecurity flamed through every morsel of my being. Was she disgusted with me? Finally realizing how defective and aging my body has become? Will she understand? Will she want to leave me? Be with another man who can...uhh...ummm...perform properly? I turned my face towards the floor mats, my cheeks burning in shame. There was no way she would want to continue as a willing partner with me now, especially if I had permanently injured myself.

I heard a muffled sound, akin to a sob, coming from my left. Cautiously, I adjusted my aching package before glancing towards Bella's shaking form. Her face was covered with her hands, her hair partially obscuring my view of her reaction to my confession. I ran a hand through my hair, squirming in my seat at the thought of the coming tempest. I sighed loudly, shaking my head as I launched into a rant.

"Listen, Bella, I did this for us, for you, and if this embarrasses you or upsets you, I'm sorry. Fuck, you can't just leave me sitting here like this! At least take me to the hospital before you have your breakdown. My fucking dick is KILLING me!"

My chest was heaving, and I felt as if I was shooting daggers at Bella with my eyes. I glared at her as she slowly straightened, dragging her fingers down her face and exposing the glittery trails her tears had made on her cheeks. Her lips trembled as quick, panting breaths escaped her mouth. Her arms moved to wrap around her stomach, hugging herself tightly, and I fumed impossibly more at the thought of her needing comfort. I was the one in danger of losing a vital piece of my anatomy! Suddenly, Bella snorted.

Not some dainty little squeak, either. It was a full blown, nose-clearing, porcine reminiscent snort.

It seemed to break the dam, too, because as soon as it was out, Bella's eyes flew open in surprise and what followed can only be referred to as complete and utter hysterics. Tears streaked down her face again as she doubled over, nearly smacking her face on the steering wheel. I sat, indignant and outraged, as she laughed at my expense. Stiffly, I turned in my seat to face away from her disgusting display of mirth.

"Isabella, could you please just drop me off at the nearest emergency room, please." This seemed to only spur her on, as she began smacking the steering wheel with one hand and clutching my shoulder with the other. It sounded as if she were trying to choke out words but was rendered unable by the loud guffaws escaping her.

"THAT IS FUCKING ENOUGH, BELLA! SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET ME TO THE HOSPITAL! FOR JESUS SAKE, MY BALLS ARE ABOUT TO EXPLODE!" My sudden explosion seemed to shock her out of her hysterics like a slap to the face. Instantly sobered, she shifted the car into drive and took off like a bat out of hell. We pulled up to Seattle General five agonizing minutes later, Bella letting me off at the door as she went to park the car. I waddled inside, finding my way to the triage desk and swallowing nervously as I made my way up to it. A fairly attractive blond woman sat on the phone, nail file in hand, snapping her gum as she spoke into the mouthpiece. She held up a finger without looking my way and carried on with her conversation, something about plunging and moist and chicken cutlets. The added stimulation didn't help and I let out a groan as I felt my pants become tighter than I thought possible.

I seemed to attract her attention with my perma-rection, as her lacquered mouth formed a perfect "O" and her eyes widened drastically. I wasn't sure how this was possible with all the mascara she had loaded onto her eyelashes, as it seemed that each eyelid must weigh at least a pound. She quickly caught herself and smiled up at me, showing each of her impressively fluorescent white teeth in a rather scary fashion. Was she going to bite me?

"Good evening, sir. Is there something I could..." Her eyes roamed over my body suggestively, "do for you?" My mouth went dry at the sight of her crossing her legs and running her tongue over her front teeth. Perhaps I should find a different hospital or a different staff member? At the thought of the words "staff" and "member" I remembered again why I was here with a sharp ache shooting through my junk.

"I... uh... well, it seems that I've... um.. Ihaveanerectionthatwon'tgoaway." I spat out in one breath, hoping like hell that she would act professionally, even though I seriously doubted that I would get away without being groped repeatedly, if not dragged into the janitor's closet and ravaged against my will.

Her jaw dropped even further as she tried to interpret my mumbling. Understanding dawned in her eyes like the sun breaking over mountains, and a smirk spread across her heavily glossed mouth.

"Well, I am sure I can help you with that Mr...."

"Cullen." I finished for her in a clipped tone. I could already see where this was going.

"Mr. Cullen," The blond bimbo purred. I shuddered. Where the hell was Bella? I needed her here to protect me from Nurse Ratchet, who was currently fixated on my straining pants and appeared as if she hadn't eaten in days and was famished.

"Here, let me take you to an exam room and get you undressed." What? She grabbed a clip board and walked around the counter. Realistically I knew I would have to take my pants off. But something about this girl gave a whole new meaning to the saying 'keep it in your pants' and that kinda scared the shit out of me. I had never been shy, but in this very moment I could honestly say I was shaking in my loafers at the thought of producing my junk for the hip-slammer in front of me. Gulp! Here goes nothing. I followed behind her like a man walking to his execution. If the pain in my aching balls didn't kill me, the innuendos I was receiving from the nurse sure as shit might just fucking do the trick. Can one die from embarrassment and repulsion? I think I was about to find out.

"Here, you need to fill these out and can change into this. I will be back shortly to ask you some questions." A chill ran up my spine as she smirked, licking her teeth suggestively as she slowly slunk out of the room.

How the hell did that look not make my boner shrivel up and shrink away? Man, I am so fucked.

I quickly changed first, not wanting the nasty nurse to catch me with my pants around my ankles, God knows what she'd do to my poor behind. Then I sat in one of the chairs and began filling out the standard insurance forms. I was just adding my John Doe at the bottom of the form when the door swung open. No knock or anything to announce herself, before the nurse came swaying into the room with a look that made my legs quake.

"All done with that, doll? Here let me take that for you. Climb on up here and get comfy." She drawled, again with the teeth licking shit. Does this hussy never give up? And where the fuck is my wife?

I scurried over to the exam table and carefully hoisted myself onto it, not wanting to show any more skin than I already have and give her more incentive to attack me.

"Alright, when was the last time you took one of those little blue pills?" The nurse - Nurse Mallory as per her name tag - asked with a small snicker. I felt myself heat up with embarrassment.

"Six hours ago." I answered dejectedly.

Her head popped up and she looked at me with wide, shocked eyes. "And you are still this hard? Did you need the help to begin with or were you just experimenting?" Huh?

"Ummm...I uhh...wanted to last longer for my wife." I replied, emphasizing ''wife'' as best I could, hoping maybe that would deter any ideas she had blossoming in her bubbly little mind.

She continued on with her questions and I answered her the best I could without dying from sheer horror. Each question grew more and more intimate and inappropriate.

"And where might your wife be now?" Nurse Mallory asked, as she took a step towards me. She leaned down to take something out from a drawer below the bed I was laying on, leaving me with a nice view of her ample cleavage. Damn she had nice big tits. Wait! What the fuck was I thinking? This damn Viagra is messing with my perception too.

No matter what my head was saying right now, my dick apparently had grown one of its own and was throbbing impossibly harder with each button that strained on Nurse Mallory's tight white top.

Where the fuck is Bella?

"The doctor will be right in. I just need to take your temperature and blood pressure." She purred in a way that sounded more like a cat chocking out its last mewls than the actual cute sound one would make when cuddled contently in your lap.

Surprisingly she behaved while taking my stats and that calmed me momentarily, but it didn't last long. After she wrote everything down on her chart she turned to me practically drooling, "Now let's take a look at this problem of yours."

Frantically I searched the room with my eyes, praying to God that Bella would walk in at any moment. She only had to park the car, that couldn't take any longer than it already had, could it? My heart rate sped up as I heard her tinkling laugh coming from far down the hallway, followed by a massive booming chuckle that must have belonged to a fucking giant or something. Their footsteps halted outside my door, and I listened hard to their hushed conversation.

"Jake, be nice. I know you haven't seen Edward for a long time, but he's really in no position to get into a pissing contest with you right now." I heard her unladylike snort followed by a deep, rumbling laugh. Jake who?!

"Bella, that's what I'm here to find out. Although from the story you've told me so far, I doubt he'll be pissing with any accuracy for the next few days." I heard more muffled laughter as my face flushed in embarrassment. "What fucking possessed him to take Viagra anyway? He's only in his early forties! Please tell me he doesn't need that shit already, Bells. I'd never need those pills if you were with me, you know." His voice leered suggestively with that comment and it took everything in me not to jump off the exam table and throat punch the bastard. I seethed inwardly as I listened to Bella's response. "Jake, come on. He was just trying to liven things up a little bit; it's been fifteen years, you know. Do you honestly think he would have taken that shit if he knew this was how it would end up?" Her approaching footsteps echoed through the room as I pretended that I didn't just overhear them.

Bella walked in and came straight to my side, twining her fingers through mine as she gave me a bright smile; however, my attention was drawn to the huge mountain of a man that followed her in. He must have stood well over six and a half feet, with black hair that stuck up in every direction making him seem even taller. I was surprised he didn't have to duck when he came through the doorway. His black eyes and white teeth stood out from his dark skin, flashing and shining as he grinned in my direction.

"Edward! Long time no see, bud. What seems to be the matter?" His face was alight with mischief as he glanced down at the tent formed in my lap. "Never mind; I think I've figured that out. So, I don't mean to be a dick, but I couldn't help noticing you pitching a tent. I think that less is more in this situation, don't you? Nurse Mallory, why don't you step out and give us some privacy, yeah?"

The nurse's face flushed dark red at this comment; as she straightened her scrubs and stomped from the room I felt a rush of relief shoot straight to my penis. I had been in mortal fear that it wouldn't survive the night if she got ahold of it. I heard Bella clear her throat next to me and my eyes travelled up her lush form to meet her gaze.

"Well, Eddie..." Jake interrupted, "Don't feel ri-DICK-ulous about this." He placed extra emphasis on 'dick' and grinned like a fool as he spoke. "Lots of men have this issue, but not many your age and without the typical health issues have the balls to take that pill."

I glanced at Bella in agony, feeling every innuendo like a cocktail spear right to the nuts. Couldn't he just fix me and get it over with? No, of course not. He had to fucking ridicule me first. Jake carried on with his farce of a medical explanation.

"I don't want to dick around with you about this, Eddster. You may not realize this, but this could be a potentially explosive situation. Your penis can sustain serious damage from an erection lasting four hours or longer. I don't mean to bust your balls or anything, honestly I don't, but it would take a really schlong time for this to go away by itself and by then you could be shooting blanks or even lose your dick forever. I might even need to call Dr. Johnson, the specialist, for this one."

For the love of all that's holy, if Bella snorted and sputtered one more time, and if he continued to use these awful excuses for jokes, I was out of here. This was my fucking DICK they were talking about! It's not like a man can live without one! I met Jake's stare with my own, my cheeks feeling hot and sweat beading on my upper lip. The throbbing in my penis felt as if there were a miniature marching band, complete with drums and cymbals, playing out the greatest fight songs of all time down there. I groaned in pain just as Jake spoke again.

"Dude, I'm going to have to stick a needle in it."

I threw up a little in my mouth at his words and Bella gasped. A needle in my fucking COCK?! I don't fucking think so! I began thrashing around the bed, trying to dig myself out of the gown and sheets the nurse had settled me in, as I went on a mindless rant.

"Fucking stupid doctor and his fucking stupid needles isn't going anywhere near my fucking dick, that's for damn sure. Fucking needle? My ass! I'll go to another hospital; this one is full of fucking crazy fuckers anyway." I gathered my shirt and jeans in one hand as I clasped my gown shut in the back with the other. My eyes roamed the room in a frenzy as Bella chased me around, trying to talk me into staying and listening to crazy Dr. Jacob I'm-a-fucking-asshole-that-wants-to-stick-a-needle-in-my-high-school-rival's-dick Black.

"ENOUGH!" I roared, spinning my body to face them both. Bella stood frozen in place as Jacob moved slightly in front of her with upraised hands, their postures showing their concern over my outburst. I didn't care; no one was poking my disco stick with a fucking needle. "This is not what was supposed to happen. Let me tell you how this will work. You put some of that numbing shit on my dick; better yet, let Bella put it on me. Then, when I've decided I won't be able to feel anything, you can do whatever the fuck you want to it. However, you have to keep that crazy fucking bitch Nurse Mallory out of this room at all times! Just give me my fucking dick back in one fucking piece, alright?!"

Bella moved forward, throwing her arms around me as she buried her face in my chest. She turned her face to the side and spoke in a low voice to Jake without letting go of me. "Do you have something like a sedative that you could give him? I think this would work out better if he was less... tense. Right, baby?" Her eyes met mine and I nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Valium sounded fucking mint right now. I watched Dr. Douchebag hustle out the door and shook my head in disgust.

Bella led me towards the exam table and I scooted myself up, laying back and closing my eyes. "Bella, honey, please just promise me you won't let him do any weird shit to my dick, ok? And... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin our anniversary; I only wanted to give you a night you'd remember forever." I cracked an eye to take in her reaction, wishing I hadn't when I saw her giggle to herself.

"Edward... I don't think there's a single part of this night that I'll forget, baby. Let's get you fixed up so we can go home." Loud steps approached the bed again as Dr. Fuckwad thrust a small cup into my hand. I tipped it back and felt the pill move down my throat as I swallowed it dry. I threw my arm over my eyes, not wanting to let even the smallest light in to my vision. I wanted to block everything out; let the Valium take me far, far away from here and my stupid ideas.

Ten minutes later, I felt a hand moving the sheet off of my body. I was disoriented and confused; the Valium must have been a higher dose than I was used to, because I felt as if I were floating out of my body somewhere between consciousness and dreaming. The hand returned, dragging lightly up my thigh before slipping under my hospital gown. I felt the anticipation building as it moved closer to my dick, Oh sweet Jesus, Bella was teasing the fuck out of me, as the hand swept in small circles around my package.

Groaning quietly, I shifted my hips to aid that hand with coming into direct contact with my aching dick. A jolt of pleasure spread through me as it grasped me firmly, cool liquid heightening each sensation as it was spread around my pulsing organ. Gently, I thrust myself upward, sighing at the feel of her hand spreading the thick gel all over my heated skin. The hand tightened as it reached the tip before twisting slightly as it pushed back down towards the base of my shaft. I had never felt anything like this before; perhaps the Valium had relaxed me to a state that I was better able to enjoy Bella's ministrations.

As she made her next pass to the head of my dick, I thought it was strange that Bella's hand felt rougher than it normally did. Her nightly routine of lotioning her hands usually kept them much smoother than they were now; I'd have to get her some of that expensive lotion she loved so much as a thank you for not freaking out over tonight. I felt the fingers rub over my balls, squeezing them lightly before returning to my cock. This really had to stop, I mean, it felt amazing and I knew I would bust a nut if we weren't in the hospital preparing for someone to do a procedure on the very appendage she was clutching so tightly.

I lifted my arm, placing my hand on hers lightly as a warning to slow down. Her arm felt... different than normal. Thicker, almost, with a fairly decent amount of hair on it. I rubbed my hand from wrist to elbow, feeling the different texture of the skin and slowly realizing that something wasn't right here.

I opened my eyes at once, noting Bella's complete absence from the room. My frightened eyes met with those of the janitor, his hand still moving ever so slightly in my crotch. I let out a bloodcurdling scream before everything started getting hazy around the edges. That's the last thing I remember.


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