I used to be your typical small city woman, fairly naļve, and with two choices
open to me after highschool: work a crummy job and stay with my
mother and father, or marry a neighborhood boy and make a lot of infants. Neither appealed
to me, so at 19 I moved to the massive metropolis for enjoyable and journey. After six
months I had an inexpensive little studio house and a job as a waitress in
a run-down diner. It wasn’t so dangerous; the meals was glorious, the guidelines
had been good, and we bought one free meal a day. Connie, the proprietor,
mother-henned the 4 of us, watching out for me and the opposite younger
woman, and slicing the 2 single moms quite a lot of slack so their children
wouldn’t be uncared for. Typically we’d exit collectively, however largely my
life consisted of cut up shifts and TV dinners at residence alone. Some
journey!
I met J on the diner. He was an everyday who would all the time sit in my
part, and since he left $20 suggestions I used to be all the time completely happy to see him. J was
a rich businessman in his late 50’s. He had the life: attractive residence
in an unique suburb, good company spouse, profitable grownup
youngsters. What I didn’t know was that he was looking out for a
mistress and had me in thoughts. He beloved his spouse and had no intention of
divorcing her, however he was bored and needed a younger plaything. From the
second he noticed me, he was decided to make me that plaything.
I used to be 5’10” with an hourglass 40-27-39 determine. I hated my enormous DD chest
that every one the boys ogled and was all the time attempting to cover it. All by
highschool I’d wished I had been petite like the lovable cheerleaders as an alternative
of an enormous lumpy basketball jock. I slouched in a pathetic try and make
myself small and flat-chested. However by my slumping shoulders and
ugly pink polyester uniform, J might see the sensual potentialities of my
voluptuous, statuesque, agency younger physique. I used to be shy and insecure, good
for the compliant woman he needed. The extra he noticed me, the extra he needed
me.
After a few month of standard visits and people large suggestions, he requested me to
dinner. I used to be shocked by him. He was older than my father, but
one way or the other it didn’t matter; I mentioned sure. The restaurant he selected was good,
however not overly fancy, so I used to be not too uncomfortable. J was an ideal
gentleman and made me really feel particular. After I confessed I felt fats, he advised
me that if this had been the 50’s somewhat than the 80’s I’d be the mannequin of
perfection, and that I used to be probably the most stunning woman he’d ever seen. When
I lamented my lack of ability to accumulate the coveted golden tan, he in contrast
my white pores and skin to wealthy cream and effective porcelain. On the finish of the
night he walked me to my door, requested if he might see me once more, kissed
my hand, and left. After years of combating off teenage gropers in distant
parking areas, I used to be enchanted!
It wasn’t lengthy earlier than we slept collectively. I’d had wham-bam intercourse with two
sweaty boys; little had I spotted it might really be a pleasing
expertise. J was attentive and delicate and adoring of my physique. He took
his time, caressing and sucking my breasts. My embarrassingly giant
nipples enraptured him. Nobody had ever licked my pussy, however he gave it
probing consideration earlier than coming into me and fucking me lengthy and gradual. I did
not cum-I by no means had-but I beloved the brand new emotions he stirred in me. I
felt grateful and hopeful; inside just a few weeks he propositioned me and I
agreed to grow to be his mistress.
I lastly had what I’d all the time dreamed of! He set me up in a stunning
house; despatched a housekeeper in twice per week; taught me the way to gown
sexily however with class; despatched me to an excellent beautician the place I discovered
about make-up and had my gentle auburn hair styled tastefully; enrolled me
at a well being membership; despatched me to a masseuse. He mentioned he by no means needed to see
my attractive breasts sag, so he had a number of good help bras custom-made
for me. I used to be required to put on these always, besides once we had been
at residence collectively, when he insisted I be nude. Once we had been in public I
was forbidden to put on underwear. He needed to have the ability to fondle me, and
sometimes he would discreetly expose me, delighting in folks’s
reactions. I by no means advised him that I bought secret pleasure type this-I might
barely admit it to myself!
Life with J quickly settled into a cushty routine. I stop waitressing
after all; my job now was to pamper and spoil him and ensure he was
happy. Through the day I went to museums, took therapeutic massage and artwork
appreciation courses, exercised on the membership, shopped. We’d typically meet
for lunch on the diner and I’d ensure he all the time dropped a twenty.
Three or 4 nights per week he’d come over. I’d often repair a easy
dinner; his favorites had been mashed potatoes and tapioca pudding, which he
would unfold on my breasts and lick off. Typically we’d simply sit and
speak, him mendacity throughout my lap and suckling my lengthy nipples, pretending
they’d milk. Typically we soaked collectively within the spa, sipping
champagne and making love. Typically I’d draw a bubblebath and wash him
and shampoo his hair; then give him a therapeutic massage; then sit astride him and
decrease myself onto his cock. This was his favourite place as a result of he
might play with the titties he beloved a lot. Typically I’d lie on the
therapeutic massage desk and he’d content material himself with my pussy, licking it,
fingering it, and inserting fruits, greens, and an 8″ dildo. I
loved this but discovered it embarrassing. Generally the intercourse was
passable however not what both of us had hoped for. I used to be so
inexperienced, and contemplating my prudishness it’s a marvel I ever
agreed to be his mistress in any respect. I continued to seek out intercourse nice however
be non-orgasmic and squeamish. As soon as we tried it anally, however I squealed
in agony after slight penetration and was afraid to attempt once more. And I
refused to fellate him; it was too disgusting to ponder. He was
affected person with me, however after three months he hinted that if issues didn’t
change quickly our association would possibly finish. That was the very last thing I needed!
I used to be determined to please him however too scared to attempt.
J organized for a health care provider buddy to present me contraception tablets. My
appointment was at 5:30 p.m. After asking if I’d ever had a
gynecological examination and studying this was my first, the physician referred to as the
nurse into the room and advised her she might go residence. I keep in mind how
embarrassed I used to be when he had me disrobe whereas he sat there watching, me
attempting unsuccessfully to retain some modesty. “Now pricey,” he mentioned in a
fatherly tone, “don’t be embarrassed in entrance of me. I’ve seen 1000’s
of ladies, you recognize. Put your arms down by your sides please and rise up
straight.” I did so and he exclaimed, “My my! J mentioned you had been stunning,
however you actually are an excellent bodily specimen! I do know you simply
need tablets, however first I have to study you for any ailments or bodily
abnormalities. Flip round please.” He ran his fingers frivolously over my
again, then pressed alongside my backbone from neck to tailbone. He adopted the
contours of my buttocks, squeezing them firmly, checking for lumps.
“Bend over and contact your toes, pricey,” he mentioned, and walked round me,
inspecting from each angle. He positioned a low stool behind me and sat
down. I felt his breath on my thighs, then needed to vanish as he
positioned his thumbs on both aspect of my anus and tried to open it. It
spasmed shut repeatedly and he mentioned, “Wonderful muscle tone.” Transferring to
my vagina, he unfold and held it open for a while earlier than inserting a
finger. My vaginal opening closed up, attempting to expel the intruder.
“Excellent, good and tight. Now rise up and face me.” As I turned he
stood up, positioned his fingers below my breasts, lifted them up, and bounced
them just a few occasions. They didn’t transfer a lot. “Good and agency, very good my
pricey.”
“J purchased me some particular help bras and makes me put on all of them the
time,” I defined.
“That’s good. We fellows like our ladies’ breasts to be as agency and excessive
as doable! Alright pricey, lie down on the desk now.” As I lay there he
stood gazing at my breasts. “See how your nipples level towards the sky?
That reveals how delightfully ripe they’re. You’ll want to put on these bras so
they keep that approach. Now I’ll test them for cancerous lumps.” He pressed
across the base of every breast, then over the whole breast from backside
to prime. Inserting my arms behind my head, he repeated these motions. Then
he held one breast in each fingers and squeezed firmly from base to tip.
He repeated this just a few occasions on either side. “Now I’ll test your nipples;
they’re particularly prone to most cancers.” Engaged on each side
concurrently, he positioned a fingertip on the nipples and pressed
straight down into the breast very laborious. I winced from the ache, however he
shortly launched and I felt my nipples spring up. Subsequent he rolled them
between his fingers alongside the whole size. I might really feel them rising
and turned pink; I hated that they had been almost an inch lengthy!
“Physician, my nipples are so enormous. Is there one thing flawed with them?” I
requested, clearly anxious.
“Oh no pricey!” he reassured me, stretching and releasing them a number of
occasions. “I stretch them to test their elasticity. Inform me pricey, once I
contact them this fashion does it really feel good?”
“Y-yes…” I mentioned hesitantly.
“Does it make your vagina tingle?”
“Sure sir,” I answered in a whisper.
“There, you see? Your nipples have regular responses to stimulation, and
their measurement is solely a pleasant bonus in your lover. I wager J likes to
suckle these teats, doesn’t he?” I nodded silently. “Too dangerous all ladies
don’t have such lengthy, suckable nipples.” Sighing, he moved to the foot
of the desk, grasped my hips, and advised me to scoot right down to the tip.
Inserting my knees within the particular holders, he slowly unfold them as broad
as they’d go. I lay there with my eyes closed, uncovered and mortified. No
one however J had ever seen me down there. “I’m going to look at you now,”
the physician mentioned. “Sexually energetic ladies have to be rigorously checked for
ailments.” He ran his ungloved fingers over my fluffy pink bush and
squeezed the fleshy outer labia throughout, then hooked up clamps to tug
them again and expose the internal space, explaining that he wanted an
unobstructed view. For some purpose I discovered the strain of the clamps
somewhat pleasant. Gently greedy my internal labia, he pulled them slowly
in all instructions, “testing their elasticity too,” he mentioned. Inserting
two fingers into my vagina, he pressed up on the entrance of the inside
wall, explaining that this was my G-spot. The strain felt good.
All of a sudden he squeezed my clitoris together with his different hand. “I’m testing your
sexual reflexes; can you’re feeling that?” he requested.
“Y-yes!” I yelped as I almost leapt off the desk.
A 3rd finger slipped in with issue. Releasing my clit however nonetheless
urgent inside, he reached up and pulled on a really erect nipple, then
yanked it repeatedly. “Is that pleasurable?” he requested as he switched to
the opposite nipple.
“Sure sir,” I whispered, red-faced.
After attempting unsuccessfully to insert a fourth finger, he eliminated them
all from my vagina. He sniffed them and licked off my juices
thoughtfully. “Wonderful classic!” he declared, winking at me. I
giggled. This absolutely was not what I’d anticipated such an examination to be, however
the physician appeared fairly good. He confirmed me a protracted steel instrument.
“It is a speculum,” he mentioned. “It stretches your vaginal opening so I
can study you inside.” He inserted it slowly into my vagina, then
opened it. My pussy stretched, not unpleasantly. “How is that?” he
requested.
“Tremendous,” I replied. He stretched it extra, then nonetheless extra, till I
protested that it harm.
“Oh I’m sorry pricey,” he murmured, stopping for a minute. Because the ache
subsided, he once more stretched my pussy until I believed I’d rip aside.
“UUUNNHHH!!!” I screamed, and he shortly grabbed my nipples, squeezing
them very laborious. By some means that helped, and I regularly relaxed. After a
minute he very slowly closed and withdrew the speculum, my vagina
clinging to it tightly. Once more he inserted his fingers-one, two,
three…and the fourth was refused.
“Nicely pricey,” he chuckled, “your excessive tightness is great for J,
however makes my job very tough! I would like a particular lubricant to finish
my examination. Excuse me a second.” He left the room. I lay there an excellent ten
minutes earlier than he lastly got here again. He eliminated a plastic cup from his
pocket, poured out a white lotion, and coated his hand totally previous
the wrist. “It will lubricate my hand so I don’t harm you as I study
your insides,” he defined. This time the fourth finger had no
issue, however when he tried so as to add his thumb he once more met resistance.
“Take a deep breath pricey, then breathe out very laborious.” As I pressured my
breath out the thumb slipped in and I felt a painful strain. “Breathe
once more!” he grunted, and as I did the strain elevated tremendously. My
breath become a scream and the ache was searing!. . .and slowly
subsided. I spotted his total hand was inside me! I marveled at how
far my vagina might broaden. Rotating his arm very slowly, he poked and
prodded throughout; then he clasped my cervix and squeezed it. “Are you able to
really feel that?”
“Sure physician.”
“How does it really feel?”
“It feels good,” I answered in truth.
“Good!” He curled his fingers right into a fist and pressed rhythmically on my
G-spot. I used to be utterly stuffed and the sensation was overwhelming. My
clit was on hearth. Together with his different hand he quickly squeezed and launched
my clit. “How’s that darling?” he requested in an odd tone. “Does that really feel
good?”
“Oh sure!” I exclaimed, feeling very unusual. He continued this for a
minute or so; my coronary heart was racing. Then he let go of my clit and raised
my wide-spread knees up towards my shoulders. He dipped a finger into the
lotion. I felt a light-weight contact on my anus, then he slowly inserted it into
my ass. One other shriek pierced the room and I felt like I’d faint.
“I’m sorry pricey, however I have to test you for colon most cancers as effectively.” I lay
panting whereas he pressed his fist up and down and slid his finger in and
out for a full minute. Then, whereas slowly pulling his finger from my
ass, he rigorously pulled his hand from my vagina. When he had eased
every little thing out utterly, my ass and pussy felt immediately, sadly, empty.
Giving my clit a final little pinch, he eliminated the clamps from my outer
labia, then gently massaged my mound for a second. Standing by my aspect,
he mentioned with knowledgeable tone, “You haven’t any ailments and glorious
sexual reflexes, and your breasts are very wholesome. Abstain from intercourse for
24 hours to let your vagina heal. J has discovered himself a stunning, wholesome,
attractive woman! Another factor,” he mentioned, dipping his fingers into the
remaining lotion. “This cream will preserve your nipples supple.” He rubbed
it in, then helped me stand. He bounced my breasts once more playfully. “I’m
mighty Jealous of my outdated pal J!” he chuckled. “You could gown now, my
pricey.” As I dressed I used to be conscious of him watching me. I used to be relieved to
cowl myself, and my pussy and ass ached, but I had an amazing
need to supply my breasts to his mouth. I left reluctantly, confused
over my conflicting emotions.
That evening J positioned me on the therapeutic massage desk, pushed my ft as much as my
crotch, pressed my knees flat, and made me inform him each element of his
buddy’s examination of me. Whereas I talked he performed with my breasts and
stroked his cock. After I bought to the half in regards to the physician’s fist being
inside me, J moaned and rubbed himself furiously, squirting his cum on
my tits. He massaged it into my nipples, saying it might preserve them
supple.
One evening he introduced we had been going to a celebration. This was a primary for
us; often our rare outings had been to secluded eating places the place
different older males with younger companions eyed us knowingly. However this occasion
was particular; his buddies can be bringing their mistresses and
girlfriends and he was anxious to indicate me off. He had purchased me a
particular outfit to put on: a leather-based micro-mini-skirt that hugged my spherical
ass, a skinny silk sweater that clung to my protruding breasts like a
second pores and skin, 4″ spike heels, and elastic-top stockings which went all
the way in which to the tops of my very lengthy legs. All had been in a shade of rust
barely darker than my hair however completely matched to my substantial
bush; it set off my creamy pores and skin fantastically. I used to be involved in regards to the
shortness of the skirt, however I needed to admit I regarded fairly scorching!
We arrived at a lovely mansion, curtains drawn and home windows glowing
warmly. A valet helped me from J’s low-slung sportscar, giving my legs
an appreciative look. I began to tug my skirt down to stop him
from glimpsing my auburn fluff, however one thing stopped me and I bought a
secret thrill understanding he might see. As I stood up I heard a low whistle.
As we approached the entrance door J mentioned, “Earlier than we go in. . .” and led
me off to the aspect. On a hidden patio subsequent to the home, he raised my
sweater over my head and behind my neck, then unzipped my skirt, slid it
right down to my ft, and had me step out of it. The sunshine from the curtained
door bathed my physique in a delicate glow. He turned me round and cupped my
breasts, caressing them, frivolously pulling my nipples, coaxing them to
their full size. I chuckled to myself, realizing that in addition to simply
loving to the touch me, he needed my nipples to be totally erect and pushing
by the clingy material once we arrived on the gathering. As he
stroked me he advised me how stunning I used to be and I closed my eyes, dreamily
savoring my favourite sexual exercise. I used to be misplaced within the pleasure till I
immediately turned conscious of sunshine and voices; I opened my eyes to find
we had been now inside the home! The ground had moved one way or the other! In a panic I
tried to squirm from J’s grip, however he shortly tied my sweater tightly
round my higher arms, pinning them behind my again. I regarded round and
noticed not less than eight males observing my out-thrust breasts. The expressions
on their faces. . .I acknowledged the valet and the physician. Behind them I
might see a king-size four-poster mattress. Off to the aspect below vivid
lights was a gynecologist’s examination desk with a segmented prime that might
be adjusted into many positions. The stirrups had straps hooked up to
them, and a low stool was close by, on which was a big tray containing
many objects. I might make out two monumental dildoes and far gleaming
steel. Ropes hung from pulleys on the ceiling. I regarded on the desk. I
regarded on the mattress. I regarded on the men-and realized I used to be the one woman
within the room! Pushing me towards them, J mentioned, “Right here she is boys! Get pleasure from!”