Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Remote Controlled


His cock throbbed in his pants as he watched her shudder and convulse over the webcam. She had agreed to let him test his newest purchase on her, though she had insisted that she had to be at home tonight, thus the webcam was required.


He had spared no expense on this purchase, a computer controlled vibrator. He had made sure to pay extra so that it could connect to the internet and be controlled from anywhere there was a connection.


He cranked the power up again, watching her body spasm and shudder as another wave of pleasure washed over her. He had counted 4 orgasms so far, each breathless announcement that she was cumming accompanied by another convulsion of her body. Her breasts swayed deliciously as she was overcome by the vibrations, and she appeared to be having difficulty standing at the moment.


If I was nice I would turn it down and give her a moment to rest…” He thought to himself. He hesitated a moment and then cranked the power up another notch…


Originally posted 2016-01-23 13:00:19. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Titty Drop


She was nervous. Yes they had been chatting for awhile now, and she had even shown him her bra, something she had never done with a guy before. Although she was nearly 20 she had lived a very sheltered childhood, the legacy of having highly protective parents she guessed.


“Come on… just show me, just a peek” he pleaded.


“You promise you won’t tell anyone?” She asked nervously


“Of course not! Who am I going to tell?” He asked sounding hurt


“I don’t know, your friend maybe?” She said annoyed


“I promise I won’t… please?” He begged


Her resistance caving at last she reached down, gathering her shirt and bra up in one handful. In one smooth gesture she pulled her shirt and bra up to her neck, allowing first one breast and then the other to slip out of the tight confines of her bra and hang freely in the evening air. She was well endowed by any measure, her large full breasts still having the resilience that youth and lack of childbirth brought. She shook them back and forth, her supple flesh swaying. She could see his eyes locked on her chest through the webcam that connected them. Although she was nervous and embarrassed she was aroused as well. She could feel her pussy start to moisten when she noticed his hand slip beneath his desk, no doubt stroking his cock as he watched her.


“Ok! That’s enough! Bye!” she said hurriedly. She reached over and disconnected from the chat program before he had a chance to voice a protest. She could feel her face flush in embarrassment. She really liked this guy, she would not have done something so brazen if she hadn’t, but she was nervous about what he would say after seeing her body exposed like that. She was not quite sure if she wanted him to like it or not… a confusing thought to be sure, after all why wouldn’t she want him to like it?


She was a little disturbed by the fact that she had gotten so turned on by flashing her tits. Although she knew that plenty of girls got of on that kind of thing, the internet is littered with their pictures after all, she had not considered that she might be that kind of girl.


She slipped her hand down the front of her cotton gym shorts, she had taken to going commando when she was at home and her hand found no barrier between her fingers and the smooth clean flesh of her shaven labia. She slipped one finger tentatively between the lips of her pussy, finding them already moist and swollen with her arousal. She started to stroke back and forth like the videos that she had seen online. If flashing her breasts over a webcam was frowned upon in her conservative family then masturbation was almost punishable by death…


She groaned softly, biting her lip to hold back the sound. The walls were thin and her parents were sleeping just down the hall. Some day, after school, she would be able to save enough money to move out from under their stifling gaze, but for the time being she would just have to be quiet. She found her clit, rubbing the sensitive organ with unwholesome vigor. She thrilled at the sensations that her still inept touch brought, the pleasure was like nothing she had ever experienced before in her life. Her hips started to press against her wandering hand, almost as though they had a mind of their own and were desperate for more preasure. Her hips bucked, once, twice, and a final time, her back arching in a silent scream of pleasure as her orgasm found her. When the pleasure induced haze passed and she could think clearly again, her mind at last free of lust for awhile, she realized that she was probably going to get an earful from her boyfriend for shutting him off like that.


Perhaps I will let him finger me to pay him back, if my hands feel good I bet his would be heaven itself…” she thought to herself. She pondered this as her cell phone lit up, buzzing quietly on her desk as a text message from her boyfriend arrived…


Tuesday, March 22, 2016

My Best Friends Mom

tumblr_ntlfbwB2o41subk3mo5_540My best friends mom… What can I say about her? She made every boy on the block drool. Now to be fair I wasn’t a bad as some of his friends, who were only friends with him so they could be around her as much as possible. But lets just say that I never turned down an offer to hang out either…


Although she was only a hair over five foot she was built like a goddess, enormous breasts constantly straining against the tight shirts she seemed to prefer, setting up her cleavage like the grand canyon. I had lusted after her since I was old enough to start liking girls, and I could populate a small planet with the amount of cum I had spilled over thoughts of her.


The first time it happened by accident.


I spent most of my afternoons at his house waiting until I absolutely had to go home. Although I was already 18 I didn’t have the funds yet to move out and I couldn’t stand being at home any more than I absolutely had to. I even had a key to his house since I spent so much time there.


I headed over to his house after school like I always did. It wasn’t until I got inside that I realized that he was probably at drama club today and wouldn’t be home for a few hours still.


It started as soon as I opened the door.


“Help!” a voice cried


I dropped my keys in surprise.


“Mrs. Smith?” I called, curious and a little nervous


“I’m in the living room” she called “Help me”


Nothing in this world could have prepared me for the sight that greeted me next. As I walked into the living room I came saw her, her hands had been bound over her head and all of her clothing had been stripped away. The remains of some pantyhose still covered her legs but the crotch had been ripped out to expose her cleanly shaven pussy. Crips white rope was wrapped around her neck and her enormous tits pulling them up and together like some twisted sort of bra. She was standing but additional ropes around her legs kept her in a slightly hunched position, allowing ample access to her cunt from behind.


“What the hell is going on?” I asked, I tried to suppress the surge of lust that flowed through me at seeing her like this. Years of secret desire warred against my better nature, and my morals though fighting diligently were in a losing battle.


“My boyfriend broke up with me, and he thought it would be funny to leave me like this for my son to find me, thank god you came here first!” she cried


“That sick bastard!” I said. She struggled as I stood there watching, valiantly to free herself but it was abundantly clear that she had been trying for awhile and no amount of struggling was going to free her from her present predicament without outside help.


I approached with every intention of helping her, but when I got close and moved my hand to undo her restraints I brushed against her smooth warm flesh, and in that moment I was lost. My hand dropped back down, brushing against her face before following to her bound breasts. I squeezed one of the enormous mounds of flesh and my cock hardened at the supple feel of her tit in my hand.


“Uh… what are you doing?” she asked, concern coloring her voice “hurry up and untie me?”


“I’m sorry… I really am…” I said “I just cant pass this up, I have been waiting years for a chance like this!” I said her head hung a little in shame at my words and she made no effort to resist the exploring of my hands. My left hand continued to cup and fondle her breasts while the other dropped down between her legs, finding the warm wet hole where they met. Her pussy was completely smooth and already sopping wet with her desire. A small groan escaped her lips as my probing fingers found her clit.


Ever so slowly her hips struggled and writhed as much as her bonds permitted, her eyes closed and she groaned again, louder than before.


“You like that huh?” I asked, my heart was beating out of my chest as a mixture of pure lust and desire fueled me.


“yes…” she whispered


I turned her head towards mine and our eyes met. I expected hatred, or fear, but what I found was lust that burned with the same fury as my own. I swiftly leaned in and our lips met, although her eyes widened in surprise at my gesture, her tongue found its way into my mouth, darting in to caress my own.


Spurred on by her grown desire my finger ceased their work on her clit and forced their way inside her waiting hole.


“Oh god…” she moaned, her hips writhed again, straining at the bonds that held her tight, fighting for every extra inch she could get inside of her.


I dropped to my knees in front of her, the air between her legs was thick with the scent of her desire and my cock strained within my pants. With all the care of a collector taking the first draw on a fresh bottle of wine I slipped my tongue between the lips of her pussy. I found her clit quickly in the folds of her silken lips and flicked it gently with my tongue. Although I was vaguely aware that this elicited a reaction from her, the information was distant in the face of my desire. I sucked and probed, exploring every nook and cranny of her womanhood with my mouth. A shudder went through her body as she convulsed within her restraints.


“Oh god I’m cumming!” she moaned.


I watched in utter fascination as her eyes rolled back into her head and her body rocked in the throes of her passion. After a moment that seemed like ages her body quited again, sagging within her bonds. She hung there, her breathing rough and her eyes closed as she rode the aftermath of her orgasm. I took the chance and freed my cock from the restrictive prison of my pants. As I approached her eyes opened lazily, and a short look of confusion painted her features, as though she was confused about where she was. All at once her eyes locked on my cock, exposed and erect in front of her. A look of insatiable desire mixed with a hint of fear passed over her eyes, but no sound escaped her lips. Her eyes remained fixed on my member, tracking it as I approached with the same determination and focus that a hawk shows towards a field mouse. Although she could move scarcely an inch with, I got the distinct impression that she attempted to spread her legs further. I lined the head of my cock up with the opening of her wanton hole, still leaking fluids from her own orgasm. I slipped the tip back and forth through the exposed lips of her pussy, gathering her moisture upon it.


Our eyes met again, and held as I slid my cock inside of her. Slowly at first but with increasing speed a worked my cock in and out of her. She bit her lip in an effort to restrain the sounds of her enjoyment but eventually she lost the war and a throaty groan escaped from between her lips.


“fuck yes!” she moaned “fuck me!”


I obliged her.


I pulled her body tight against mine, feeling her breast press against my chest. I was frustrated that the bonds which held her complicated my penetration. Her moans continued as my cock continued to spear inside of her, with all the colorful language of a dockyard slut she instructed me in no uncertain terms what she wanted me to do to her. An inarticulate cry escaped her lips as another orgasm shook her body. I could feel my own rapidly approaching and with scarce seconds to spare I freed my cock from inside of her. I tick stream of cum erupted from my cock spraying her breasts and eliciting a surprised cry as the thick white fluid coated her body.


I stood there, watching my cum drip down her breasts, leaving a sticky trail behind.


After an eternity of silence, interrupted only by our ragged breathing, I spoke. “I’m sorry…” I said lamely, I realized the enormity of what I had just done as the fog of my lust cleared to let in the harsh light of clarity.


“It’s ok, most guys dont last that long inside of me” she said “now if you let me down we can try that again upstairs”


My mind couldn’t quite make sense of what was going on, I thought for sure that she was going to yell at me, or threaten me, anything but invite me up to her bedroom. My hands fumbled with her bonds, releasing the knots and the ropes that held her fast. The last rope was released and she stretched, a pained expression flitting across her face.


“What do you mean go upstairs?” I asked finally, “aren’t you going to like call the cops or something?” I asked


“Do you want me to?” she said


“Well… no, obviously” I responded


“Then lets go upstairs” she said. She turned to walk upstairs. She turned around and winked at me “just because my boyfriend is a freak, doesnt mean Im not too… After all I taught him everything he knows…”


I watched the sway of her hips as she walked away, my cock stirring to new life, before hurrying to follow her.


Friday, March 18, 2016

Fiance - 11

Dont they just make your mouth water?

My fiance’s suckable nipples


Since you all seemed to enjoy the last shot of my fiance’s tits we thought we would share some more. She is a good, obedient fuck toy, so she enjoys having her pictures shared with my readers. I picked this picture because of how well it shows off her nipples. Now she is a little self conscious about her areola, she thinks they are too big, but I tend to disagree. The best thing? Her nipples are so sensitive. The most fun you can have is to tie her to the bed, put a nice thick gag in her mouth, and then tease and stimulate her nipples. She makes the most delicious sounds, writhing and squirming. She would probably beg you to fuck her if she didn’t have a gag in her mouth…


Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Office Slut

She missed phone calls… a lot. She made typos… a lot. Hell she even talked on the phone on personal calls during company time… a hell of a lot. But all things considered she was still the best secretary that the company had ever had… John thought to himself. If only because she was so damn hot.


He smiled to himself as he watched her at the copy machine, he could see the slender curves of her body highlighted by the window in front of her. While he could see the slender lines of her bra, there were no matching lines below. His cock stirred in his pants as he realized that she must not be wearing any panties.


He tried to dismiss the thought and return to the report in front of him, which he had carefully stacked in front of him in a vague effort to look busy without actually doing any work. No matter how hard he tried his eyes kept drifting back to her, her long legs, her ample chest, her chestnut hair. He realized after a moment that he had been staring at her, and with a shock he realized that she was staring back at him, and smiling a smile that would have made a nun faint.


“Are you ready for lunch?” she said. She leaned over giving him an eye full of her breathtaking cleavage.


“Yea, what are you having for lunch?” he asked, aware of the fact that his face was flushing.


“You” she said, her smile widening “I have noticed you staring at me for awhile now…” she said


“What? No…” He started to protest


“Shhh…” she cooed, one finger brushing his lips. She pushed him back before plopping herself down into his lap. She pulled his head towards hers and their lips met, he could taste the slight flavor of cherry before her tongue darted into his mouth.


His arms slipped around her, pulling her body against his. He thrilled at the feeling of her breasts pressing against his chest and the sensual heat that radiated from her body. He picked her up and set her on his desk, ignoring the immediate mess this made of his report.


She leaned back exposing her pussy and confirming his belief in the fact that she was not wearing any panties, John groaned loudly. He bent her legs back, pressing them against her chest and lifting her ass off the edge of the table. He slid one finger along the length of her slit and smiled as she shuddered. Her pussy was already sopping wet and his cock strained against the cotton prison of his pants. He slipped one hand down the front of his pants and freed his cock, which promptly stood at attention. Without missing a beat he slid the head of his cock through the outer lips of her pussy, feeling the heat that radiated off of it and gathering up some of her moisture before pressing his cock inside of her.


She groaned, a sound that was more animal than human, as his cock split the lips of her pussy apart and forced its way inside of her.


“Oh… Mr. Johnson” she groaned, her sentence trailed off as her eyes rolled up as though she were trying to see the inside of her skull.


Her prim white blouse was disheveled by their prior activity, and the edges of a black lace bra peeked out. Her black skirt was rolled up over her waist leaving her pussy exposed. He eased his cock inside of her, reveling in the feel as her tight cunt gripped at his shaft. He took one of her ankles in both hands, spreading her legs further apart, the warmth of her skin oozed through the sheer pantyhose she was wearing.


Their bodies met and merged, spreading the sounds of their passion through the work area, a pile of papers was knocked to the floor, something which he silently cursed her for, as he fucked her.


“Im cumming!” she cried, her body shook and jerked as she seemed to lose temporary control of her limbs as she surrendered to her pleasure. After a moment she seemed to regain her sense of control and she started to lean forward.


She righted herself, sitting up on the desk, and pushed him down into a sitting position, her hand on his chest firm but insistent. As he took his seat she climbed up on top of him. She hovered above him for an instant, bringing her pussy almost to eye level as she lined up his cock before thrusting herself down upon it. Her high heeled shoes clicked against the surface of the desk as she took his cock inside of her. With hurried, desperate hands he bared one of her breasts, his hungry mouth latching upon her exposed nipple. Her buddy shuddered at his touch and one of her hands pressed the back of his head more firmly against her chest. Her hips shuddered and gyrated, grinding their crotches together. All at once her body rocked and she threw her head back as she moaned half formed thoughts about cumming. She would have fallen in that moment were not his arms entwined around her body, as her legs gave out. His own orgam had been waiting in the wings for some time and the sounds of her final pleasure brought it roaring to life. He lifted her hips up before slamming them back down upon his, sinking his cock as deep into her pussy as he could as cum erupted from his cock, coating the inside of her pussy with his seed. He took no notice of her surprised cry, so consumed was he in ecstasy.


They collapsed together, lying amidst the detritus that had been the report he was working on, now spread over the length of his office. He could feel his cum leaking out of her and dripping down his cock, which was slowly pulling itself out of her as it shrank back to its normal size. He was pretty sure that this was the best lunch break in recent memory.


Saturday, March 12, 2016

The Nanny Pt: 01 - The First Time


My Therapist says there is something wrong with me, and honestly maybe he is right. He says that people are not supposed to be attracted to the person who helped raise them. No, not my mother, my nanny…


Alyssa has always been there for me, a beacon of perfection and beauty in an otherwise cold and ugly world. Now it might sound a little cliche, a little like every other sob story, but my mom never had much time for me. When she was not drunk in a bar somewhere then she was always busy on one project or another. My dad had run off shortly after pumping my mother full of cum, making him more of a sperm donor than any sort of actual father. But Alyssa… she was there, for every play, every day when I got home from school. She was almost like family… The difference being that I never considered her family for several good reasons. After all for most of my life I  have considered family a four letter word.


No, she was something more than family, she was my everything. A lot of little kids will say they are going to marry a parent of caregiver when they got older, a treasured loved one, a mother or a father, that sort of thing. It is very common and it is cute, fuck it is down right adorable. However, when I said it I knew I was different somehow.  In my heart I knew that what I was saying, that was the truth. I wanted to be with her until the day I died.


Now I want you to understand something, this is very much a story of love, I didn’t lust after Alyssa, I loved her. Though don’t get me wrong, she was gorgeous. A long flowing mane of artificially bleached hair framed a face that was perfection itself. She had a figure that made her irresistible, and it would be more than fair to call her a knock out. Her breasts were always my favorite part of her (Freud would probably say that I have a fixation because my mother breastfed me for a grand total of 3 days before switching me to formula…), large to the point of being enormous they were easily her most notable feature. She was young when I was born, and she came to work for us when she was just hitting the tender age of 18, young and innocent. Though sadly she did not stay that way for long.


In the end, as the years passed by, she had a number of lovers and relationships, but none of them ever seemed to stick. In my wishful thinking I like to believe that it is because the two of us were meant to be together… but who knows for sure.


Our first time together, after years of not so subtle pining away after her, was sloppy, drunk, and altogether perfect…



The First Time



Ironically for as long as I had lusted after her I don’t really remember much about how we finally got together the first time. What I do remember is that I spent much of my adolescence, following my discovery of the female body (which perhaps is a story for another time), trying to catch her in various states of undress. Although I was usually unsuccessful in my never ending quest, the few times that I was successful fueled my desire for her to unparalleled levels.


I remember the first time I saw her in her panties, doing a load of laundry. She must have believed that I was still upstairs, and presumably in an effort to be efficient she tossed her pants into the load. The firm pale flesh of her buttoks, and the flash of pink cotton that peeked from between her legs as she bent over, contouring to the lips of her cunt, filled me with lust. Her effortless beauty and grace left me breathless. So enraptured was I with the sight of her exposed flesh that I was almost caught in my illicit voyeurism as she made her way back to her room to change clothes, narrowly escaping by ducking silently into a darkened corner.


Although we flirted from time to time, ok let’s be honest I flirted like crazy and she humored me from time to time, she was very scrupulous in her refusal to take advantage of the differences in our ages. Despite the fact that I struggled valiantly to win her over, not one thing happened between us while I was underage. A fact which, while unendingly irritating at the time, made me admire her all the more later on. I wonder at times if she didn’t plan her careful refusal of my advances, knowing that it would fan the flames of my desire.


When at last I was able to obtain the object of my hearts desire, much of my carefully honed skills were lost to alcohols tender care, as from what I do remember our first time was that it lacked any sort of subtlety or grace. But what it lacked in skill it made up for in passion.


Although I would like to say that our first time was magical, romantic, like something out of a story, but that would be a lie. My memories of our first time are largely obscured by a haze of alcohol induced amnesia.


Although she had stopped being my nanny years before my 21st birthday, she remained a close family friend and confidant, with many an afternoon spent together talking about our lives in the ways that only two people who have known each other as deeply and completely as we could manage. So while my mother missed my birthday party, and my friends all canceled at the last second, she was there for me like always.


When she showed up at the house, a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses in hand, I was in the middle of a pity party completely unaware that the moment that I would obtain what I had been seeking for so long was about to occur. We spent the afternoon taking shots and watching cheesy old movies.


I am not sure when it turned sexual. One moment we were talking and laughing as we reminisced about some obscure event from my childhood, and the next I had drunkenly pulled her into my lap.


She resisted at first, protesting halfheartedly, but in time her body melted against mine as her flimsy pretense of resistance caved to the desire that ran through to her core. At last our lips met, and although the stench of tequila colored both of our breaths neither of us cared. For all that she had protested at first, her mouth was hungry, and her hands grasped at my body with silent desperation. Our kisses turned more passionate, and our hands started to explore each other’s bodies. She moaned into the hollow of my neck as my hands found the swell of her breasts, clasping at her flesh through the flimsy material of her bra.


We pawed at each other, urgently striving to strip away the layers of clothing that separated us.


I remember struggling with the buttons of her blouse, valiantly attempting to undo the confounding contraption while she giggled at my struggle until at last I grew frustrated and ripped the garment asunder in a fit of passionate anger.


The image of her breasts, obscured only by the sheer lacy fabric of her bra, penetrated the drunken stupor and etched itself into my mind. The full rounds of her breasts filled my gaze, heaving with breathless desire as she waited on bated breath for my touch to come again.


The next pieces of my memory of missing, tequila having robbed me of the moments that followed. One moment I am standing over her, gazing down at an expanse of exposed flesh, the next we lay entangled in each other’s arms.



She dropped down on her hands and knees in front of me, her ass and pussy exposed. She presented her body like a bitch in heat, begging to be fucked.


What can I say? No one with a pulse could have resisted her in that moment.


The warm, wet sensation that enveloped my cock as it slipped into her silken pussy was heaven. By the throaty moan she made in response I gathered that she felt the same way. I grabbed her hips, thrusting into her wet hole with animal like abandon, all raw passion and force. The sounds of our passionate joining filled the house, her cries mixing with mine in an orgasmic symphony of pleasure and desire. Her breasts swayed with each thrust, a shudder running through her body as my cock slammed into her pussy.


It could have been moments or hours, for all that our drunken minds could tell, when her first orgasm rocked through her body. Her cries reached a fever pitch, her face flushing red as she shook and thrashed on my cock.


I seized the moment as she was caught still within the entanglement of her orgasm, limbs still responding sluggishly under the influence of her pleasure, and pushed her onto her back. Now at last all of her body was exposed to my gaze. The smooth, hairless lips of her pussy parted to accept my cock again into her. Her breasts swayed as I thrust again within her in renewed vigor. She lay back, parting her legs as wide as she was able. Her hips rocked and writhed in time with my thrusts, meeting and matching my movements with her own. Our bodies were red and flushed, a result of the mixture of our passion and the tequila, and our breath came out in ragged pants. I lost myself in the give and take of our passion, the world contracted around us until all I could focus on was slipping my cock into her.


She moaned and begged, and though the vast majority of her words were lost to ears deafened by passion, her incessant plea to be fucked harder, to be used like a whore, penetrated my alcohol addled brain, and I was more than happy to oblige her. What little restraint I had been able to muster previously fell away and I thrust into her in reckless abandon.


In the end it was this loosening of my control that doomed us, as before I had be striving to please her and I strove to stretch the moment of our act for as long as possible. But when I surrendered fully to the act I was lost. My orgasm came upon me suddenly and without warning, my cock sputtering and throbbing as it pumped my virile cum into her unprotected cunt. She moaned, a cry of pleasure and sorrow mixed all together. She came again, thrashing beneath me as my cum filled her, and we knew in that moment that we were joined now, bound together.


In the weeks that followed our tryst she tried to assure me, firmly at first but with less and less resolve over time, that what had happened had been a one time thing, a mistake of the moment. But the more that she protested, the more that her eyes and her body betrayed her. While before she had worn conservative, almost matronly clothing, hiding her curves beneath layers of clothing, now she flaunted her body. Layers of obscuring cloth gave way to low cut shirts and tight pants, until at last she could deny her desire no longer.


From that point on she was mine, as I was hers. We were joined together in the bonds of our illicit affair, and I could not be any happier…


Friday, March 11, 2016

Fiance - 10

Don't they look suckable?

Perfection


My fiance and I realized that it has been a little while since she showed you her big suckable tits. So here you go.


You know the best things about such perfect, huge tits? The way they shudder and shake as you slam your cock into her tight little pussy.


Even better than that? The sounds she makes when you are doing it. She closes her eyes, and her face flushes a delicious shade of red. She tries to hold back the moans, after all she doesn’t want anyone to hear, but after awhile she just cant help herself. She shudders and cries, begging you to fuck her even deeper, to fuck her even harder. Until at last you grab her hips and pump her full of cum, which is of course the dream of any good fuck toy. Enjoy.


 


Wednesday, March 9, 2016

The Stocks

It had been 30 min since the last man had left, letting the door slam shut behind him. She was so sore she could barely move, forced into position by the cruel wood and steel that held her bound. The last one had been cruel, attaching weighted clamps to her nipples and then leaving them on when he left. She could still feel the cum that he had left, spraying the inside of her cunt as he climaxed, dripping down her leg. She perked up when the door opened, another client walking into the room. He walked up behind her, glancing casually at her breasts and the clamps attached to them before moving around behind her to her exposed cunt which was forced into an ideal mounting position by the wooden stocks she was confined to. She squealed in shock as he slapped her resoundingly on the ass and he laughed cruelly before sliding his cock into her well used cunt. She sighed to herself as she decided that it was going to be a long day.


Tuesday, March 8, 2016

My Mom's Friend

I was never what you would call “popular” with the ladies. I was never fighting through throngs of girls. So it wasn’t really a surprise when after my 19th birthday I still hadn’t ever had a serious girlfriend or lost my virginity. I was always more into computers than real people anyway, or at least that is what I tried to tell myself.


Which leads me to my mom’s best friend. They had met while they were in college, and while my mom had settled down and had children Janet had never really lost the rebel fire they had both had in their youth. A bad marriage and a messy breakup led to Janet staying with us for awhile while she was looking for a place of her own. I pretended to be annoyed at having another person in the house, but secretly I was thrilled, because Janet was fucking hot, well if you are into MILF’s. I never really hoped for anything to happen, maybe catch some glimpses of her in her underwear, maybe “accidently” walk in on her in the shower if I was lucky. I wasn’t prepared for her to be my first. It started out with me trying to spy on her. I was pretty sure that I had a good spot to watch her changing clothes from without being caught but I got spooked when she looked in my direction and rushed off back to my room. I thought my heart would explode in my chest when she knocked on my door a few seconds later. I wasn’t sure what to expect, maybe a telling off, maybe some threats, but nothing prepared me for what came next.


“I saw you spying on me…” she said.


“I’m sorry…” I said, hanging my head in shame.


“I didn’t say it was a bad thing did I?” she responded


She pulled back her pants, giving me a glimpse of the lacey black panties she was wearing under her jeans. I felt my heart skip a few beats and my palms immediately got sweaty.


“You don’t have to spy on me you know…” she said “after all I am right… next… door…” her hands slid up her stomach and cupped her breasts as she spoke, sending an unequivocal message as to her intent.


I stuttered something incoherent, my brain not quite working properly due in large part to a majority of my blood flow having been directed to lower places. I had watched her with lust in my eyes since I hit puberty, I wasn’t entirely convinced that this wasn’t some sort of dream.


I was still trying to process what she had said when she closed the distance between us and pressed her lips against mine. The sweet flowery scent of her shampoo and body wash filled my nose, her lips pressed firmly and insistently against mine. I could feel the hunger in her body as she pressed against mine. A million years of evolutionary instincts took over and my arms slipped around her, pulling her tighter against me. One hand cupped her ass, pulling her hips to me. My cock swelled in my pants and she moaned as she felt my swollen member press against her through our clothing.


Her tongue wormed its way inside of my mouth, full of warmth and desire. Our mouths battled with each other, each desperate to gain some sort of leverage over the others. My hands started to get braver, one hand slipping down the back of her pants and cupping her bare ass. She moaned into my mouth, the sound muffled by our warring tongues. I thrilled at the feeling of her breasts pushing against my chest. This was already as far as I had ever gotten with a girl.


Our bodies separated briefly and I took the chance to slide my hand up between us, pawing at one of her breasts over her clothing. My cock was straining and begging to be freed. She giggled at my clumsy attempt at feeling her up.



In a scarce handful of seconds she shucked her shirt and bra, another few seconds freed her of her pants as well. In mere moments she went from my mom’s friend, fully clothed, to a naked goddess standing in front of me with nothing but her modesty and a tiny pair of black lace panties, neither of which covered much. I am not sure if my jaw literally dropped but I probably did a passable impression of a fish out of water.


She giggled again, “you seemed like you were trying to get somewhere, so I figured I would help you out…”


I gulped and did the sensible thing and kept my mouth shut.


She returned to the circle of my arms, her body radiating heat like an open furnace. What had been a dull ache before was now a desperate desire that surged inside my chest. The part of my brain that made sensible decisions shut down, all that was left was the animal section that wanted to rip off what remained of her clothing and take her, preferably as roughly as possible. I never knew that this part of me had existed, but I wanted to bite her, to scratch her, to mark her as mine.


I grasped at her breasts, now unrestrained by her clothing.


“Gentle” she cooed at me in a tone that was both breathy with desire but held hints of reprimand as well, “they are attached you know” she giggled at the last part. Her hand covered mine and pressed softly but firmly against her flesh.


“I want to feel your pussy” I moaned into her ear full of eager desire


She took my hand and guided it down between her legs, I pushed the thin piece of fabric that covered her crotch out of the way, exposing the soft full lips of her pussy. Wet heat rolled out from between her legs as I slipped one finger into her tight hole. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, appearing to enjoy the touch. I forced my index finger deeper inside of her, penetrating deep inside her womanhood. I reached as far inside of her as I could and started to force a second finger inside of her, she moaned at the additional intrusion into her pussy. I started to slide my fingers in and out of her cunt, feeling the gentle pressure of her muscles on my intruding fingers, I increased in speed slowly, pumping in and out, the moisture of her arousal easing the passage of my fingers. One of her hands shot out and gripped mine around the wrist, freezing my fingers in place inside of her. She made a sort of guttural growling sound in the back of her throat and her body shuddered.


“god damn that felt good” she said smiling.


“what happened?” I asked, confused.


“I just had an orgasm” she said, her tone indicating that I should have realized that on my own.


“Oh I thought women usually threw their head back and screamed when that happened…” I said blushing furiously


“Only in pornos” she laughed. “Now it’s your turn”


She dropped to her knees in front of me and started to unzip my jeans. I was worried that my cock was going to pop up and hit her in the face, as much tension as I could feel in it as it strained to free itself. She made another growling sound as she released my cock from inside of my boxers, sliding on hand along the length of my shaft. A small bead of precum glistened on the tip and she scooped it up with one finger before sliding it into her mouth. She made a sound of approval as she licked her finger clean. She took my cock in one hand and brought it up to her face. I shuddered involuntarily as she ran her tongue from the base of my cock all the way up to the tip before plunging the entire member into her mouth. She made a slight gagging noise as my cock hit the back of her throat and she seemed a little surprised.


“You are bigger than my ex-husband” she supplied noticing my confused reaction


I made a noncommittal noise of agreement and she continued. With rapid bobbing strokes she rose and fell on my cock, each stroke taking the entirety of my cock inside her mouth. I closed my eyes and groaned, the moist heat of her mouth and the deft use of her tongue was like heaven itself.


“stop” I said.


she looked at me confused.


“I want to fuck you” I said.


She smiled and stood up, she slipped out of her panties, leaving them to join the rest of her clothing on my bedroom floor.


She sat on the edge of my desk and leaned back, spreading her legs invitingly and giving me an unimpeded view of her body. If my cock had not already been rock hard that would have done it on its own. For someone in her 40’s she had the breasts and body of someone much younger. The absence of children and a strict training regime had kept her in excellent shape. I noticed in that moment that contrary to what I had believed her pussy was not entirely shaven, she kept a small patch of hair decorating the top of her slit. I approached her and stared at her bare body in disbelief. Only 24 hours ago if you had told me that I was going to lose my virginity after all this time I never would have believed you. I lined the head of my cock up with the opening to her pussy, slipping the head around between the lips of her pussy as I had seen actors in porn do. She groaned softly and scooted towards me slightly, as though eager for me to finally put my cock in her. When I could take the anticipation no longer I sunk my cock into her, taking the final step into adulthood and leaving my virginity behind me. Her cunt grasped my cock tightly, and had she not been so wet I am not sure I would have been able to force my way inside of her at all. She moaned, more loudly this time, as I slid inside her as far as I could. I started to slide back out again before driving my cock into her forcefully, causing her to slide back on my desk and bump her head against the wall.


“sorry…” I said abashed, she smiled in response and urged me to continue.


I started to work my cock around inside of her, leaning over slightly to angle the head of my cock down. She took the chance as I was leaning over and pulled my head down into a passionate kiss. Again her tongue hungrily searched inside of my mouth. As our kiss broke I saw that her eyes were glazed with lust. I leaned down further and pulled one of her nipples into my mouth, biting it gently and eliciting a squeal surprise from her. With all the care I could manage I pinned her nipple between my front teeth, flicking the end of my tongue back and forth across the sensitive nub. I felt her cunt grip my cock more tightly, the way that it had gripped my fingers not so long ago, and her body shuddered again as another orgasm rocked her. I could feel the rhythmic contractions as she came. We kissed again and her mouth was cold but no less full of desire.


I continued to pound at her pussy, I was surprised that I had been able to last for as long as I already had, especially since this was the first time I had ever fucked someone. I could feel my balls start to tighten and knew that I was going to cum soon.


“I’m going to cum” I moaned


“pull out!” she commanded. I obeyed wordlessly and ripped my cock from the warm embrace of her cunt. She again dropped to her knees in front of me taking my cock in both hands and thrusting it into her mouth. She wrapped her tongue around the sensitive head and sucked on it like she was attempting to get a golf ball through a garden hose. This was all that I could endure. An eruption of cum exploded inside of her mouth, coating her tongue and rolling down her throat. She swallowed and made a satisfied sound as she licked the last of my cum off.


“Don’t tell my mom….” I said, worried now that my common sense had returned with the flow of blood


“Yea… I think that would be a bad idea…” she said smiling, “after all if she knew we would never be able to do this again, and I bet you will be even better the next time…”


Saturday, March 5, 2016

The Spa: Part 03

Second Day


Laura wondered out of her room, heading to the place where the yoga had been conducted the previous morning. But she found it abandoned this day.  She was just pondering what she would do instead when the small shy woman from the day before found her.


“Miss Laura?” She said “I was sent to find you and take you to your morning treatment…” It was clear that she was still nervous that Laura was mad at her after what had happened the previous day.


“Is this one going to hurt too?” Laura asked warily.


“No ma’am, You should enjoy this one, especially after being enhanced yesterday” The woman said nervously.


“…Alright, but I am going to be pissed if you are lying to me…” Laura said


The woman led her to another treatment room. This room was filled with large machines of unclear purpose and centered around a bed which was complete with straps like the intake bed had been.


“You are going to strap me down again huh?” Laura asked


“Yes, I promise that this will not hurt, the straps are just to keep you safe.” The woman reassured her.


Laura allowed herself to be strapped to the bed, trusting the woman with her fate. The woman stepped over to some sort of control panel and started pressing buttons, causing the machine to whirl to life.


Two long, narrow arms extending from one machine, a set of soft brushes attached to its tips, which spun rapidly. The woman manipulated some levers and the brushes rested against her nipples, the soft bristles stimulating her enhanced nipples and causing them to stiffen in arousal.


Next another long arm extended, this one appearing to have a moistened cylindrical sponge attached to its end. This arm settled between Laura’s legs, scrubbing at the sensitive skin of her vagina and stimulating her enhanced clit.


Laura writhed under the machine’s delicate stimulation, but was unable to move due to the bonds which held her tight. She moaned, cumming quickly thanks to her enhancements. But the machine, and its operator took no notice of her climax.


More long arms emerged from the machine and more stiffly bristled brushes started to spin, working their way back and forth over the flat expanse of her stomach. Lastly a pair of abrasive sponges emerged to spin against the soles of her feet.


The combined stimulation of the immense machine was utterly overwhelming, and Laura was like putty in its hands. The stimulation over her clit and nipples caused her to cum repeatedly, while the young woman watched her, her own fingers between her legs, although Laura was unaware of this fact.


Laura moaned and cried, brought to climax time and time again, each time the machine continuing without mercy. Pleasure and pain mixed again, as it had in the enhancement process, as her body was pushed to its limits.


Just as Laura was starting to grow concerned that she might lose her grip on her sanity under the machines indifferent touch the brushes and sponges started to withdraw. She was left on the table, panting heavily, her heart racing in her chest. She was allowed to rest at last as the woman worked on shutting down the machine, each lever and arm returning to its previous position.


Well” thought Laura “She was right… I did enjoy that…”



Laura shoveled down food, eager to find out what other options the spa offered. After the activities of the previous day, along with the odd machines that they had used on her earlier, she had no idea what to expect next.


She was not sure what the purpose of the machines from earlier were but they had left her skin smooth and clean in a way that she had never been before. Every single pore was open and every flake of dead skin removed. She also had no idea that being exfoliated could be so… arousing. She had already cum what seemed like a million times and the day was not even half over yet.


She finished her breakfast and wandered off through the building, nodding politely to a few of the staff members that she recognized from the day before. Although she could kind of accept why she wasn’t permitted to wear clothing, something about the spa being a place to be free with oneself, she wasn’t sure why the staff didn’t wear any clothing.


It must make getting dressed for work much easier” she thought, barely managing to suppress a poorly timed giggle at her wry observation. She had never really been into girls before, and not counting the previous day, and a drunken night in college, she had never done anything sexual with a girl before. Still, she had to admit (to herself if to no one else) that she enjoyed seeing all the naked staff members. The spa did an excellent job at recruiting their staff, each one more beautiful than the last. All of the bare breasts and firm buttocks really turned her on.


“Ah, there you are Laura, I have been looking all over for you” a voice said, intruding on her musing.


Laura looked up, taken by surprise by the sudden voice, she had been so lost in her own mind that she had not noticed the spa owner approaching her.


“Oh, hello! You were looking for me?” Laura asked, she was confused about why the owner of the spa would be looking for her of all people.


“Yes, since you are our only guest here today, I wanted to treat you to a special treatment. It is one of a kind I assure you…” she said, smiling widely.


Laura was slightly uncomfortable about the predatory look in the other womans smile, but she figured that it was not as if they would harm a paying guest… would they?


“Alright…” Laura answered nervously.


Taking Laura by the arm the other woman led her along a forested path, weaving along what appeared to be an access path for the grounds keepers. Unlike the other paths that were clad in smooth, evenly spaced pavers, this path was all rough gravel and heavily shaded by the surrounding trees which screened the rest of the spa from sight. Just as Laura started to worry that she was being taken somewhere dark and secluded for some nefarious reason they arrived at their destination, a small but well made outbuilding.


Unlike the rest of the spa, that was grand to the point of being over the top, the small outbuilding as a simple construction of stone and wood, looking well made and kept up, but with a simplistic touch that strongly implied that this part of the facility was not intended for guests.


“Where are we?” Laura asked hesitantly.


“Oh don’t worry, this is our training center, it is where we do our staff orientations and hold our meetings. This is a very special place that few guests every get to see, you should consider yourself lucky.” Alice said, she hustled Laura through the door to the building and down a side hall into a dark room and closed the door behind them before Laura had a chance to do anything more than follow along behind her mutely.


They stood in the dark for a second while Alice groped for the light switch.


As light illuminated the small, cramped room Laura was confused. A series of cupboards surrounded…


A chair…


But not a chair like any Laura had ever seen before. Massive and constructed of bright polished steel the chair had restraints built into nearly every surface. Although it was heavily padded it looked like it could easily restrain an elephant. Before she knew what was happening Alice pressed her into the chair, snapping closed the first few restraints before Laura thought to protest.


“Hey! What are you doing?!” Laura exclaimed in surprise.


“Don’t worry, being restrained is part of the procedure, just relax and enjoy it… Because at this point you aren’t going anywhere anyway…” Alice said smugly.


With ruthless precision Alice set about securing Laura to the chair, with the grace and deftness of movement that spoke of a great deal of practice Alice secured every restraint. Try as she might Laura could do little more than protest, thick leather straps secured her wrist, forearm, ankle, and thigh to the chair. Another strap was secured just under her breasts and cinched tight, pressing her back against the rigid frame of the chair. Lastly a strap encircled her throat, preventing her from even turning her head more than a fraction of an inch.


“Please… let me go…” Laura pleaded.


“Hmmm… cant having you distracting me while I work.” Alice mused ignoring Laura’s pleas.  She moved over to one of the cabinets, rummaging through it before emerging with a bright red ballgag. She roughly forced the ball between Laura’s jaws, causing her to grunt in displeasure and shock, before securing it tightly behind Laura’s head.


“Ah, much better.” Alice said, she smiled to herself and set about double checking all the bindings to make sure that they were secured properly.


Laura sat quietly, not bothering to plead through the thick rubber gag that forced her jaws apart. Already a stream of drool dribbled out of her mouth, running down her jaw and over her breasts. Laura cringed at the indignity of drooling on herself, but the gag rendered her helpless to do anything else.


“Well, shall we get started?” Alice asked “Don’t worry, the question was rhetorical…” she finished smiling.


Reaching behind Laura she manipulated a crank concealed in the back of the chair. Previously hidden gears turned as the chair forced Laura’s legs apart, exposing the smooth lips of her pussy to her captor. Laura would have hung her head in shame at having her most precious place exposed in such a way, but even that was denied her by the cruel restraints.


Alice continued her work, again returning to one of the cabinets she returned with a massive vibrator. Reaching down between Laura’s legs she attached the vibrator to a slot that was clearly designed for it, allowing her to place the wide, thick head firmly against Laura’s cunt. Alice flicked the switch and the vibrator roared to life. Powerful vibrations pulsed through Laura’s body and any thought of resisting, or even that she had wanted to resist a second before, were erased from her mind.


Laura moaned loudly as her body responded to the stimulation of the vibrator, her cries muffled by the bright red gag. She subconsciously tried to grind her hips against the vibrator’s head, her motion cut short by the binding of the restraints. She growled in animal frustration as her movements were restained.


Alice stood and watched her for a moment, enjoying the show as Laura surrendered to the chair.


Laura climaxed powerfully under the chairs powerful vibrations, convulsing within her bindings, but the vibrator took no notice of her release, continuing to assault her cunt with unceasing force. Another and another orgasm rocked through her body, ripped from her almost against her will by the powerful vibrations.


“I think it is time for phase two, don’t you?” Alice asked, her voice obscured by the vibrators noise. She reached into the cabinet again, this time returning with a long, thick dildo at the end of a long shaft which was attached to a motor of some sort. Even lost as she was in the haze of pleasure that the vibrator brought Laura cringed at the size of the dildo. Massive and thick she had never had something so large inside of her before. She tried to protest but between the gag and the vibrator any attempt was lost.


Alice manipulated the attachment on the vibrator, moving it up so that while the head was still in contact with Laura’s clit, the opening to her tight little cunt was exposed. She attached the motor of the machine to another slot in the chair, fiddling with some knobs as she adjusted the dildo until the bulbous tip rested just outside of Laura’s pussy. Flipping a switch the machine whirred to life, the head of the dildo pressing against Laura’s sopping wet cunt.


Laura thanked the gods that the vibrator had been used first, because without the lubrication that her successive orgasms had provided, the dildo’s penetration might well have split her in half. The dildo pressed into her, the bindings of the chair preventing any retreat before the massive silicone phallus as it forced its way inside of her. Until, at last, it was all the way in. Slowly at first, and then with gathering speed the mechanized cock worked its way in and out of her cunt with clockwork precision.


She moaned again.


As the machine worked away at fucking her, the initial pain started to lessen, and then disappear at last, to be replaced by pleasure. Although she knew she would be sore later, there was no way such a massive cock would not leave her sore, at the moment it was ecstasy like none she had ever experienced before.


Laura’s eyes snapped back into focus when she heard a moan that did not originate from her. Alice stood off to one side, leaning against the cabinet that line the wall. Her legs spread wide to expose the engorged lips of her cunt she lewdly slipped first one, and then two fingers inside of herself. As their eyes met, both set glazed by passion, Alice smiled widely. Her free hand slipped up to paw at her breast, twisting her own nipple savagely. She moaned again, clearly aroused by the show in front of her as well as her own less than tender touch.


Another in a line of countless orgasms rocked through Laura’s body. She had already lost count of how many times she had cum in the chair, her muscles sore and bunched from fighting against the bindings.


Alice moaned loudly, bringing herself deftly to climax in front of her helpless guest. After pausing a moment to regain her footing she at last took pity on Laura. Switching off first the dildo, and then the vibrator. Laura sagged against her restraints in relief.


“You enjoyed that more than you thought you were going to, didn’t you?” Alice asked.


“Yesh” Laura managed to utter through the gag that still forced her jaws apart. She was surprised, even though she had been scared at first, there was something freeing about not being able to resist, to being held completely at another person’s mercy. The chair was a powerfully erotic experience unlike any she had ever had before. Pain and pleasure had mixed in a way that she had never thought possible before.


Alice went through the steps of releasing Laura, undoing the straps until, at last, Laura was able to stand. She would have promptly collapsed had Alice not been there to catch her.


“Careful, cumming that many times is bound to make your legs weak, just take a moment.” She said.


When at last she was able to stand they exited the building. Laura thanked her profusely for the experience as they walked along the path back to the main facility before parting ways.



Laura’s pussy ached, the pain radiating up her body. She was completely wore out from the last treatment, her muscles sore with the force of her orgasm from being restrained in the char.


She walked randomly through the facility. Even though it was her second day here and she had spent every second of it without clothing she still wasn’t used to being naked in public, a point that was driven home for her again when a particularly voluptuous staff member passed her, giving her an appraising look.


Struck with the realization that what she really needed to relax her right now was a massage.


She headed out on to the patio where a toned young blonde sat lounging in a chair, basking in the sun beside a massage table as she waited for a client.


“Ummm… can I get a massage?” Laura asked timidly


“Oh! I am sorry! I didn’t see you there, I kind of forgot anyone was here… I haven’t had a thing to do all day.” The young woman responded. “To be honest I was kind of… well taking a nap… But I would be happy to give you a massage!” The woman responded happily


Laura appraised the young masseuse, the pretty young thing couldn’t be a day over 22, and where Laura and the lush fullness that could only come with maturity the masseuse had the sleek lines and toned form of youth.


Laura stretched out on the table, sighing contentedly as the young professional practiced her craft.


In no time at all Laura found herself almost dozing in the afternoon sun, the vivacious blondes hands expertly finding the sources of her stress, isolating every sore muscle and coaxing it into relaxation. Slowly the hands drifted down her body, starting at her shoulders and working their way down her back.


Her dozing was instantly, and abruptly, ended when the first finger slipped into her pussy. However where the last attended had been rough, almost to the point of carelessness, the young blonde was gentle and enticing.


Laura bit back a moan as another finger slipped into her cunt. With all the skill that she had practiced with her other muscles the young masseuse coaxed the soreness from her pussy, bringing moisture and desire back into her. A moan escaped her mouth despite her best efforts as the young woman found her g-spot, and with short deft thrusts brought her quickly to climax. Laura shuddered on the table, the throes of passion causing her to cease her efforts at restraint.


As her first orgasm passed Laura rolled over, turning eyes filmed over with lust onto her young benefactor. She pulled the girl into the circle of her arms, their bodies pressing against each other. Although she yelped in surprise she made no effort to free herself from Laura’s embrace, her body melting against the older woman. Their lips met and their tongues hungrily battled, each striving for dominance against the others.


Laura reached up and groped at the younger woman’s small, firm breasts, eliciting a moan. Her fingers found the nub of her nipple, deftly rolling it between her fingers. Although Laura did not consider herself an expert with the fairer sex, the other woman shuddered and gasped under her touch. Made bold by the younger woman’s evident enjoyment Laura’s fingers drifted lower, brushing against muscles toned and tightened by long hours of hard work, until she found the cleft between her legs. Laura was surprised by how wet the girls pussy already was, marveling at her evident desire as she slipped in index and middle finger inside. The woman moaned loudly in her ear as her cunt stretched to accept Laura’s intruding digits. Laura mirrored the other woman’s earlier move, short deft fingers striking at her g-spot and quickly eliciting an orgasm.


As Laura withdrew her fingers from the younger girl all pretense at a normal massage was abandoned as the girl climbed on top of her. Laura cupped the girl’s small firm ass, pulling the other woman tight against her body, their mouths again meeting.


The other woman wedged a knee between Laura’s legs, and she obediently spread them. The younger girl started to grind against her, rubbing her pussy against Laura’s. Laura moaned at the stimulation, and then moaned again as a warm, wet mouth surrounded her nipple, the rough texture of a tongue flicking against the sensitive nub. The combination of the young woman’s eager mouth on her nipple and smooth young cunt grinding against Laura’s was to much for her to take. She shuddered again as another orgasm, already one in a long uncounted line since the day began, washed over her.


The other woman’s moans joined her own as they set off in simultaneous orgasm. At last, as their shudders faded, the girl collapsed against her. Breathing heavily she rested, nestling into the crook of Laura’s arm.


“You are amazing” Laura sighed “After how many times I have already cum today I didn’t think anything short of god could get me wet again. But not only did you get me wet, you got me off!”


The other woman giggled at Laura’s appreciation. “Hey, that’s what they pay me for after all” she said.


Laura grunted a sleepy acknowledgement at the girl’s response. The activities of the day were taking their tole on her and she found that she could no longer fight against the pull of heavy eyelids. She smiled sleepily as the other woman snuggled against her, the pointed nipples of her small, firm breasts pressing against Laura’s bare skin. At last she could fight it no more and slipped into peaceful oblivion.



Departure


Laura emerged from her room to a waiting staff member, who informed her that it was time to start the checkout procedures. She was unsurprised that there was a procedure to be initiated when exiting the spa, given how many other weird policies the spa had.


She was escorted to a small glass booth. After being ushered in she noticed that there were restraints above her head and at her feet. Again she was unsurprised by this development, obediently positing in her arms and legs so that they could be easily secured by the staff member who had escorted her in.


Now properly secured the staff member left and joined a gather of staff that was standing just outside the glass booth. Laura recognized many of the staff members who had serviced her during her time in the facility.


Large nozzles descended from above, causing Laura to cringe in surprise as powerful jets of warm water exploded unexpedly from them, soaking her from head to feet in an instant. After a moment the jets ceased and an alternate set of nozzles sprayed her with a thick soap. Long mechanical arms, not unlike those of the large machine Laura had enjoyed previously, emerged from above, spinning sponges on their heads. With systematic efficiency the machine worked on her naked body, the sponges scrubbing and scouring her body as the group of staff watched her being cleaned.


After they had worked from her feet up to her neck, pausing an embarrassingly long time on her pussy and breasts, the arms withdrew and she was treated to another blast of warm water, rinsing what remained of the soap from her body.


At this point Laura expected the nozzles to withdraw so she could be released, but instead another coating of soap emerged, followed again by the sponges. This process was repeated several times, until Laura was sure she must sparkle from being so clean.


At last the nozzles withdrew and a staff member entered and freed her from the restraints. Laura was escorted from the room and taken back to the intake room she had been placed in initially, what seemed like a lifetime ago.


Laura sighed sadly as she gathered up her positions and got dressed. After a weekend being nude having clothes on felt odd, and her bra felt tight and binding.


Although she had been nervous about being naked in front of some many women when she had arrived her, by the time she was done it had felt about as natural as could be.


“I trust that you had a good time?” Alice asked from behind her.


“Oh yes! That was the best weekend I have had in a loooong time. I have never felt so refreshed and so… satisfied in my entire life.” Laura gushed


“I am glad that you enjoyed it, all of the staff spoke positively about your participation so we would be more than happy to have you back again in the future.” Alice said.


“Oh don’t worry, I will be back!” Laura assured her.


Gathering her things she headed out to the waiting taxi, which had arrived a few minutes before to take her back to the airport.


As she watched the marvelous building fade away behind her she vowed that this would not be her last trip to the fabulous spa, this was only the beginning…