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Blogger Template by Blogcrowds. She had seen pics of me though which was a turn on but not like seeing me in the flesh. The thing is, I had sort of grown in to being submissive to girls and had a lot of CFNM experiences that came from that. I mean if a dominant girl says to strip. I strip. Nicole was her name, quite a bit younger then me and quite attractive. I hadn't seen her in a while but we met at a small pub for a bite to eat and a beer. After we finished I said I needed a washroom break before we left.

She said that was fine but if I was with her then I had no choice but to use the ladies room with her. I was instantly excited Mekhai Andersen the thoughts of this and started getting hard. She sent me in first to make the risk a little higher, telling me to just walk in and if I got caught Luckily I didn't get caught but when Nicole closed the stall door and then slipped past me and sat down on the toilet I was both turned on and nervous.

Get your pants off she ordered. Let's see this big cock up close, she Mia Khalifa Cute. She was only about a foot away from me Marias Sexblog eye level with my cock as I unzipped my pants.

Just at that Nyrakad Fitta second though, we heard footsteps coming toward the door. She quickly said to stand on the toilet so my feet didn't show under the stall door. I did just what she said just in time. A girl walked into the room and Marias Sexblog searching for an empty stall.

Our door rattled and then she went to the next stall and we could hear her unfastening her pants etc. That's when I looked down and realized that Nicole now had my cock shoved right in her face and she was examining every bit of me. Marias Sexblog giggles at my embarrassment and then thanked me for the show and got up and left me there.

Naked and hard in the ladies room. Embarrassed and too scared to try to sneak out alone, but I made out ok. She told me afterwards, as we walked down the street, me still fully hard, that she originally had planned on keeping my clothes and leaving me there naked.

She still teases me about the show she got. Practically a lap dance haha. I might even have been staring at her heavy breasts while continuing. Neither was I. Having taken the early morning train from our home town, which itself felt like it was in the very periphery of civilization, I arrived in late afternoon at the tiny and desolate train station in the valley closest to the mountain farm.

There I was taken as the only passenger by an elderly farmer in his horse carriage upwards and onwards along the winding mountain paths. It was a hot and humid day, even as we ascended into the higher altitudes, and there were only the sounds of birds and insects, buzzing lazily in the warmth of the summer day. After a few hours we came across a large wooden sign by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.

It was written in the local dialect and thus incomprehensible to me as was the mumbling of the farmer apparently he also only spoke the local dialect as he pointed and gestured somewhat nervously indicating that this was my stop. Standing on the road side with the one backpack, I brought, I watched him quickly turn around the carriage hurrying off in the same direction as we came, decidedly much faster than when we arrived.

They were all wearing loose, white summer dresses Bridget Everett Tits with the long red hair and pale, freckled skin, which all three of them had. The mother, Helena, was a very beautiful woman in her early forties, with a low-cut dress showing of her large, firm breasts, and her long red hair kept in a loose knot under a large white hat that provided shadow to her beautiful blue eyes and perfect mouth.

Both had sparkling green eyes. I was immediately attracted to them all, and I noticed that my always restive cock was stirring in crotch of my pants. Get on board. I immediately noticed their Marias Sexblog which engulfed me in a heavenly and intoxicating smell of flowers and…something else, not quite distinguishable. I imagined it was some natural healthy scent of sexually mature women.

It turned out that Heidi and Ida only spoke the local dialect or that they were otherwise too shy to speak anything else. So after a while only Helena spoke. I was to learn soon enough. Chapter 1: Getting prepared Not much else was said on the ride. It was already getting late when we arrived at the farm and the sun was beginning to set.

Around the farm house on the slope grazed goats, and chickens and geese ran across the yard. I was installed in a small room up under the roof in one of the side wings, where I put my backpack down on the floor. Helena and the girls had prepared a cold supper when I returned downstairs. It tasted alright. Afterwards, it was lights out, and I went to my room where I quickly fell asleep, probably due the mountain air. It seemed that my balls were slightly bigger than normal, which at the time I disregarded as a figment of my too vivid teenage boy imagination.

My backpack was now nowhere to be seen, so I went downstairs in my night shirt. Afterwards, it got awkward. Heidi beckoned me to come into the adjacent room, a kind of scullery with tiled floors and walls, where I was seated in a strangely looking heavy wooden chair standing in the middle of the room. My slightly wavy dark hair had indeed been growing a bit Bdkmv5 in the weeks before my departure from home.

As soon as I sat, Heidi drew my shirt over my head in a quick motion leaving me only in my briefs. Struck by the surprise and by the long speech in her incomprehensible language she was Marias Sexblog in the meantime, I simply rested passive and puzzled, as she then fixated me to the seat by first a thick leather belt around my torso, then four metal buckles locking my wrists and ankles to the armrests and legs of the chair and finally two straps going around each of my thighs individually.

She then tilted the seat backwards with great ease as it turned out it was mounted on a kind of smooth hinging mechanism. The seat came apart, spreading my legs wide, and I suddenly found myself on my back in the seat in a position similar to a female patient at her gynecologist. But she tried to calm me by placing her warm hand on my chest and running her fingers through my hair, maintaining for a few seconds my naïve illusion that she was about to cut the hair on my head.

She did produce a pair of large scissors, but instead gently began cutting my briefs apart. Imagine my embarrassment when she then pulled away the remaining pieces of slashed cloths throwing them in the bin and leaving me completely exposed in the chair as naked as good had created me. There she stood, the beautiful redhead girl in her loose white dress and looking at me in my nakedness with alert, emerald eyes and a smile and laugh from her pretty, white face freckled by the sun.

She was clearly in charge. She had the air Don T Starve Wallpaper a professional, as if this really was as mundane as a normal haircut, but she nonetheless stole quite a few anticipating glances at my revealed cock as she prepared the next steps. Her flower perfume and womanly scent filled the room and my nostrils to great effect. My cock was still aching as were by now also my balls and my manhood therefore slowly rose towards her as I lay there completely helpless.

She began by first snipping away my pubic hair with new smaller scissors. Very methodically and thoroughly she chipped away my dark genital bush and in the process moving my now fully erect cock and aching balls around to make room. I constantly felt her warm breath on my crotch and anus as she absorbed herself in the task and my cock was by now fully erect and dripping with pre-cum. When she had cut down as much hair as was possible with the scissors, she soaped in my cock, balls and anus with flower scented foam and began shaving my intimate areas with a handheld razor blade.

She was clearly an expert with the sharp blade, as there was no accidental cuts whatsoever. She then ran her slender soft fingers slowly over the shaven areas to feel for stubbles, that she might have missed, and once or twice redid the shaving where she found any imperfections.

She even used her tongue to verify the smoothness of the shaving, which immediately sent electrical jolts of pleasure though my boner, especially when her fine, red probing tongue tongue circled my anus to check the shaving there.

Now completely smooth around my genitals and anus, she gently rubbed in some scented oil or lotion to moisten my exposed skin. She finished up by dressing me in a sort of leather thong. It then went around the hips with two string joined on the back just above my ass cheeks and a string from there buried in the crack of my ass and attached to the lower part of the cock ring. Before closing and tightening the thong, Heidi fastened a sort of small butt plug on the leather string in the back. She gently oiled my anus with her middle finger with which also penetrated deeper and deeper into it, oiling the ring muscle thoroughly.

She then oiled the butt-plug, inserted it effortlessly into my anus and closed and tightened the thong good and proper so that it the cock ring was firmly pressed into the skin around the base of my throbbing cock and balls and the butt-plug was driven deeply into my anus. Heidi tilted the chair back onto its feet and released me from the seat.

Heidi was clearly pleased with my subservience and she kissed me gently on my forehead and caressed my cock with a couple of strokes along its length as a kind of encouragement. However with telling gestures and ultimately a painful squeezing of my balls, Heidi impressed on me the clear message that I was under no circumstances to touch my own genitals, let alone try to get myself off, should I contemplate anything selfish and disrespectful like that.

Helena scarcely took notice of my nakedness and my protruding cock, while Ida, obviously less familiar with the male anatomy, could hardly stop herself from gawking at my thick manhood and the glistening threads of pre-cum that occasionally dripped to the hardwood floor in the kitchen as I clumsily tried to help out with whatever tasks the three women were doing.

You will risk ejaculation which will not at all be useful to anybody and therefore punishable by intense pain. I was beginning to like it very much. My Folk Som Har Sex went like a pendulum from stiffly erect to semi-erect, but it never went completely soft at any time.

It felt like I leaked several liters of pre-cum a day on every floor all over the farm house. However, it turned out that the very remoteness of the mountain farm meant that only guests explicitly intending to go to the farm itself would come within viewing distance of the areas where I walked around in Marias Sexblog splendid nakedness.

And guests were not so frequent before some time later during my stay. I enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my cock and balls always smoothly shaven as I lay for hours on my back in the grass fields or on the warm rocks.

I could see the trains come and go far down in the valley as distant as the surface of the moon. In the evening, before sunset, I would be called in with the goats for an ample dinner before lights-off. My stay so far in no way felt like the punishment I had thought my mother intended it to be. Come to think of it, it felt like I was as much the domesticated farm animal as the goats I was supposed to be watching over.

My cock now only ached occasionally as the permanent hardness seemed to gradually provide for some Marias Sexblog of make-believe relief.

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Blogger Template by Blogcrowds. She had seen pics of me though which was a turn on but not like seeing me in the flesh. The thing is, I had sort of grown in to being submissive to girls and had a lot of CFNM experiences that came from that. I mean if a dominant girl says to strip. I strip.




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