Drinking the Receptionist’s Pee

When we finally arrived at the resort, it was getting late already. The hotel I had booked stood a little apart from the rest and didn’t have its own beach connected to it, but it looked really nice and was affordable. Plus, not being in an area with lots of drunken tourists was a definite advantage in my book.

The lady at the reception looked a little tired when we walked in, pulling our suitcases behind us, sweating from the heat and the walk. My friend and sub Martina was looking around excited while I checked us in. I gave the receptionist our names and she looked them up. “Okay, that’s… a suite, correct?” she looked at me over the rim of her glasses.

I smiled my sweetest smile and nodded. “Unless you’ve got a dungeon with racks and whips for us, then by all means we’d take that,” I said cheekily.

Martina slapped my butt and looked embarrassed at the clerk. She was very beautiful in that moment, her long dark hair framing her tanned, delicate face, a blush giving her a rosy complexion. Her skin was still shiny from sweat, which made her green dress cling to her body tightly, showing her enormous breasts nicely. The receptionist cleared her throat and turned her attention to the computer again. “Room 221A,” she said finally, handing us our key cards. “Would you like me to show you?”

I smiled again. “Well, that depends on what you’d like to show us.”

Without a word, she motioned us to follow her and led us towards the elevator. From behind, I got a nice view of her figure. She was dressed stylish, in a nice pants suit that was cut just tight enough to show her curves, and just loose enough not to be too sexy. I figured her to be about Martina’s age, around 40, and she had bottle blonde hair which she wore in short curls. Her walk still had some sway in it that showed she liked to be sexy.

When we reached the elevator, she had already called it for us, and we all went inside. Martina took my hand as we went up, kissing me softly on the lips while the woman tried her best to ignore us and stared intensely at the buttons on the wall. I moaned a little from my girlfriend’s touch and leaned back against the wall, grabbing her butt. “Mmmmh, not yet,” I whispered, but loud enough that the woman could still hear us. “You’ll get your taste of pussy soon enough.”

When we arrived at the second floor, she led us down a corridor, all the way down towards the end. 221A was the last room at the right. With a keycard that was hanging from her neck, she unlocked the door for us and swung it open, letting us walk inside. “Is there anything I can do…” she started, clearing her throat again. “…Anything else you need from me?”

We looked around the room. It was spacious, clean, light and smelled nice, with a large, comfortable looking bed on the window side and a nice, large bathroom. “Well,” I said, turning towards her. “That depends on if you want to join us or not.”

She looked at me hesitantly, not sure what to say. “I… I really don’t know… what do you mean?” she stuttered.

I let myself fall on the bed, exhausted from the trip, pulling up a leg. From where she was standing, she might have been able to look up my skirt and see my pubes and sweltering pussy. I lifted my arms under the back of my head and looked at her. “Well, we’ve come here to have as much fun as two girls can possibly have. As soon as you close that door, we’ll be exchanging body fluids left and right. So if you want to join us in that, this is your chance.”

Martina stood by the side, looking at me, then her, holding her breath. She was excited, and embarrassed at the same time, and didn’t quite know what to say. The woman looked at me for a moment, then slowly closed the door behind her, taking a deep breath. I smiled. “I’m Kathrin,” I said, introducing myself again, even though she already knew our names.

She nodded. “Giulia,” she said, still standing with her back against the door.

I motioned Martina to come closer. “Lick me clean, my little girlfriend,” I told her.

Martina smiled, getting into a role that was comfortable and familiar to her. She went to the floor on all fours, slowly crawling up to me. When she had reached the bed, she carefully pushed my skirt up all the way and began to lick up along my thighs. If she minded the woman watching us, she didn’t show it. I moaned, squirming a little when she had reached my pussy, lapping up the sweat and wetness from the trip as her nose rubbed against my damp pubes. “MMmh, you smell soo good today, mistress,” she moaned as she inhaled deeply.

I nodded, running my left hand through her hair, pulling it back. “I hope so,” I said. “Because there’s a lot of me for you to lick. ” She nodded, then pulled herself up, one hand resting on my pelvis as she slowly rubbed my clit while her head wandered up my body, kissing and licking my skin wherever it was exposed. She ran her tongue from my cleavage to my throat, then across my shoulder out to my arm, paying special attention to my armpits, my hair wet and clinging from sweat. Feeling her lick me there turned me on to no end.

I looked up again and saw Giulia still standing by the door, but now with a hand down the front of her pants while the other was playing with her breast under her jacket. I smiled. “Come closer,” I said. “You’ll get a better look from here.”

Hesitantly, she stepped forward, slowly walking to the side of the bed while Martina began kissing me, her fingers probing my pulsing pussy. I turned my head sideways towards her. “Make yourself comfortable,” I said. She smiled nervously, but sat down on a chair besides the bed. As I pulled my dress under my breasts, letting them fall out full and heavy, playing with my nipples as Martina went back to sucking my clit, she opened her pants and her hand went back inside.

Martina knew exactly how to play with me, and with three fingers up my twat she rubbed my insides just as I liked it. I bit my teeth, breathing heavily, watching Giulia play with herself. “Mmmh, you like how my slut eats me out?” I asked her through clenched teeth. “You’re jerking your cunt off watching her eat my soppy pussy, huh?” I pinched my nipples, groaning, as Martina bit my clit.

Giulia nodded, moaning softly. I groaned again, pulling at Martina’s hair. “You want her to eat you out too?” I asked the receptionist. She nodded again, too shy to speak.

Martina looked up at me, her lips and chin shiny from my pussy liquid. I nodded my head towards Giulia. “Go ahead,” I said. Martina nodded and crawled, again on all fours, towards the chair. Her breasts hung saggy down and swung as she moved. When she arrived between Giulia’s legs, she helped her pull her pants down, which the woman reluctantly let her do. Martina purred as she caught her first glimpse of Giulia’s underwear. I was right about her, she liked being sexy after all. She wore a sheer, see-through black thong and dark stockings with a black smooth garter belt. Through the fabric, a small patch of dark pubic hair was visible, but she had shaved most of it along the sides.

My slave pulled the thong aside with her teeth and began licking the receptionist’s labia just as intensely as my own. Her tongue flicked quickly across Giulia’s little clit, which seemed to arouse her like nothing else. She squirmed and held Martina’s head in place, moaning louder and louder. I stepped behind Martina, pulling up her skirt to reveal, once more, her big round butt and the sweet moist area between her legs. Just for good measure, I gave her buttocks a heavy smack, watching them jiggle. She moaned.

“You want it in your ass, slave?” I asked her harshly.

She paused her licking for a moment and moaned: “Yes, goddess. I’m just an ass whore, my worthless cunt is not worthy of your touch.” I smiled, remembering how much she liked anything that had to do with her arse and tits. I pulled out some lube from my suitcase and let it run between her asscrack, rubbing it all over her anus. She munched and moaned further on Giulia’s pussy as I slipped my fingers, pressed tightly, into her big latina ass. “Oh YES!” she moaned, almost screaming. “YES, like that!!” I drilled my right hand harder into her asshole, feeling it stretch and widen, painfully, the closer it came to my knuckles.

“And what do we say to our guest?” I asked her, teasingly, as I forced my hand inside her, moving it in and out as her asshole stretched.

She gulped, looking up at Giulia, then gathered her courage and said sternly. “Please miss, piss on me.”

The receptionist looked stunned, not knowing what to say or do. “I… I don’t know if…”

I slapped Martina’s ass again. “She likes it,” I said to the woman. “Don’t worry, just treat her like a whore and let her have it.”

Giulia’s face grew bright red as she looked down, where Martina had opened her mouth wide right at the base of her pussy, waiting patiently. “Please, give me your piss, milady,” Martina said again, meekly. I heard Giulia moan softly, and something began to trickle, then Martina started slurping quickly and greedily. I bit my teeth and forced the rest of my hand up her asshole, feeling her sphincter tighten around my wrist as it entered. Martina moaned loud and long, but kept her lips firmly around Giulia’s pussy, swallowing her pee down.

After a few moments the receptionist grew bolder, and the trickle became a small stream, gushing into Martina’s slave mouth while my hand was digging down her intestine, fucking her ass hard and deep as she deserved it. She came, hard and violently, inadvertently biting Giulia’s clit, whose piss in turn squirted down on her throat and tits as she came herself. I left my hand lodged inside Martina for a minute, waiting for her to calm while Giulia caressed her face and kissed her gently. When I finally pulled out, she had gotten up and pulled her pants up again, getting back to being prim and proper for her job at the reception desk.

Martina crawled happily onto the bed and closed her eyes while I stood up, my hand greasy from lube. The receptionist smiled at me, then took my slimy fingers and began licking them. “If there is anything I can do for you, just give me a call,” she said as she left, handing me her card. “Day and night.”

Pissing sex stories – In the pool

This particular Saturday afternoon was hot but not overwhelmingly so. We had done the usual summer Saturday routine of mowing and trimming the lawn in the early morning, cleaning the house and doing laundry in the early afternoon. About mid afternoon, we decided to kick back, relax, have a few beers and lounge around the pool. I put half a dozen beers in a cooler with ice, put one more each in a couple of cool can holders while my live in girlfriend used the bathroom, changed into her bikini and picked up the beers on the way outside. I then used the bathroom, changed into my swimsuit and went outside.

She was already laying on the air mattress in the pool. Boy did she look good laying there, tan, small beads of water on her skin, etc.. I jumped on the other air mattress and settled in. In between talking and diving in the pool to get cool every once and a while, at this point we had each gone through a couple beers and about an hour had passed.

It was about then we heard our next door neighbor splash into their pool. Over time we had become friends with our neighbors Joan and Tom. Curious as to who was in the pool, Kathy, my girlfriend, called out “hi neighbor”, then stepped out of the pool, peered over the fence and began a conversation.

As it turned out, Joan was the one who dove in. Tom appeared to not be around. Joan hopped out and now stood on the other side of the fence continuing her conversation with Kathy. The fence was low enough so that, with their respective heights, they could see each other from just below the neck up. Joan looked my way and said hi. Never missing a chance to see Joan’s long blond hair, slender body, and huge tits up close, I stepped out of the pool, grabbed three fresh beers and walked over to join the conversation.

This was my and Kathy’s third beer since getting into the pool now over an hour ago, and I offered one to Joan. She took it, popped the top and did one of those lick the entire length of the can things and laughed. Joan loved to taunt guys. God I bet she was fun. Anyway, so that got it started. The beer was kicking in and the lick was provocative enough to get my mind going, right down the gutter. As I said, about now the beer was starting to kick in, in more ways than one. I was aware that I was beginning to have to pee, real bad. The combination of beer, no food and all the water we drank throughout the day to keep ourselves hydrated during our Saturday chores was catching up to me now.

I was standing behind Kathy at this point and we were both close enough to the fence that Joan could probably see down to just above our waists but not much lower. I’m thinking at this point, the right thing to do is excuse myself, go inside and use the restroom. On the other hand, we were having one of those “interesting” conversations and my mind was beginning to wander. It is probably a guy thing, but I started to think of ways to remain there in the conversation, and pee yet not let on that I was doing so. How totally erotic, standing right there in front of our very sexy neighbor and peeing right in front of her without her knowing. I was starting to get a hard on just thinking about it.

The problem is that with the heat, Kathy and I were both nearly dry. Our bathing suits were not dripping anymore, and the pool water around our feet was nearly gone. It would have been easy to pop out and pee while I was still dripping wet but now, this would not go unnoticed. So how do I do this and not have it drip so fast onto the sidewalk that Joan would notice the sound. I was pretty sure Kathy would be cool about however I did this, heck it may even get her excited as well but I am sure that is just the beer talking at this point. Several more minutes go by, the conversation continues. My mind is racing, I really have to pee now, but I’m committed to do this. The question is how.

I look down and see the blue floral bikini bottom covering Kathy’s nice tight butt. It rides low in back exposing the start of the division between her two rather firm, exquisitely shapely butt cheeks. What if I could casually pull my dick out, pull her bathing suit down a little in back, put my dick down her suit between her cheeks and pee. I was tall enough to make it feasible. The pee would run down Kathy’s crack, past her butt hole, past her pussy, then down her legs and no splashing or dripping anywhere. I remember thinking I might actually get away with this nasty little fantasy. If I did it slowly, discretely, I figured Joan would not suspect a thing.

So now I shift my weight, move in closer behind Kathy and hook my finger in the nice little gap between her suit and butt cheeks. Kathy feeling my finger in her crack, casually reaches her hand behind her, open palmed and runs it between my hand and her skin moving the swim suit bottom down slightly as she does so. Oh my God, for real, what is Kathy doing I think to myself. Joan can see Kathy’s hand has moved behind her back and can probably see according to the position of my arm that my hand is on her but butt. I hope she suspects nothing yet and continue talking as if nothing is going on. Kathy slides her hand back up her cheeks then outside of my hand guiding my fingers down her crack, lower and lower, exposing more and more of her very cute ass in the process. It is hard to concentrate now. I don’t know what Kathy is up to, but I do know I have to pee so bad I can’t see straight any more. Would I spoil the moment if I peed down her bathing suit interrupting what she seems to want to do, or would it be OK, decisions, decisions.

Clearly Kathy is into this “let’s do something erotic right there in front of Joan without Joan really catching on” thing. By now, her hand has guided my fingers to her poop shoot and is pressing me to go there with one of my fingers. I respond with a slight pressure to knock at the door with my finger but then slowly move my hand signaling my way out of her bathing suit. She starts to go back down with her own hand as if to do herself what she wanted me to do but slowly comes back up and crosses her arms in front of her. Meanwhile, I shift my weight, move slightly closer to the back of Kathy and decide that I am going to try this kinky little fantasy that I have been having.

I’ve totally lost track of the conversation by now, but Kathy is still going strong. Joan unexpectedly leans forward enough to see below our waists but it is more a matter of just moving around, shifting her weight, not that she is looking for something or expecting something. Joan resumes her stance and so now I slowly reach my hand down, pulling the front of my bathing suit down in the process. I reach further and pull my now semi hard dick out and point it toward the back of Kathy, brushing up against her back with the head of it in the process. I take my hand and once again hook the fabric of Kathy’s suit and pull it down slightly. I glance down to see that the fabric has stayed and her gorgeous butt crack is in full view.

Kathy now shifts her weight and lets her arms fall to her sides for a moment. She then reaches around in back finding my dick in the process. She directs the head down to where she can feel it rest at the top of the swimsuit fabric and stops for a moment. Mind you, she is dong this all the while continuing to talk with Joan. Kathy is amazing I think to myself.

So now I need to just relieve the pressure and I nervously let out a small amount of pee down her butt crack, then I stop, looking for some sort of sign whether this is OK or not. I know she can feel it and am honestly worried she will move away or pull her hands back around to her front. Then, all of a sudden, with a subtle but convincingly firm stroking motion, I have my answer. Holy shit, this is going to be OK. I am sure Joan can tell I am distracted by something but doesn’t waiver in her conversation with Kathy as I begin to try and let my pee out slowly enough to go where it is supposed to go. The problem is that I have to go so bad that within a few seconds, pee is gushing from me, and flowing outside of Kathy’s swimsuit and onto the pavement, making that unmistakable sound of water hitting a hard surface. I instinctively summon all my power to stop the flow and quiet the splashing. If I am lucky, Joan did not notice, If I am not, I am so busted.

No visible reaction from Joan so I shift my weight again, this time guiding both Kathy and my hands so that her suit is lowered a bit more and my dick is further between her sweet butt cheeks. I start to pee again, this time it is a stronger stream and it is all I can do to hold it back from full pee mode. To my relief it is working and all of my pee is going where it is supposed to go. Kathy is still holding her now pee drenched hand on my dick as I continue to let more of the clear warm liquid make its way down her butt crack, her legs, and finally to the ground.

After what seemed like forever, I am finally done. Kathy’s hand however remains firmly attached to my dick, and now she shifts her position a little bit. I glance down and notice the puddle of water at our feet making its way to the planter at the side of the cool deck. Now I notice the size of the puddle is not diminishing but is growing. Obviously Kathy is peeing too. Oh how I wish my dick would go far enough down her butt crack for her to pee directly on it, maybe another time. This however is so fucking cool I can hardly stand it.

Until now I had wondered why Joan had glanced behind us a couple times in the last few minutes. Now it was clear, where there had been no “water” in her view, now there was. No one had recently stepped out of the pool so where did it come from? Oh where oh where. I surmised she knew but said nothing. Heck, for all I know she was doing the same on her side, we just couldn’t see from where we stood. I asked if everyone was up for another beer and got all thumbs up/ I broke away from Kathy and walked over to get the last three beers out of the cooler and returned to the conversation. It was all I could do to keep a straight face as I handed the beer to Joan, hoping the bulge in my swimsuit was not as visible as I felt it was.

The Taboo Machines

Carla could not wait to try out her new stainless steel goat milking machine. Her friends the Gaucho Girls had lots of experience with livestock and induced lactation. They used that type of machine themselves and wanted to share the useful technology with their new friend. Carla was pregnant and her body had begun to produce the hormones to transform. She felt a little nauseous sometimes.

The main effect was that she felt a lot hornier than usual…if that were possible. Nothing showed on her physique yet at all. She began taking some herbs to help with the induced lactation. Even someone not pregnant could induce breast milk production by regular suckling routines. Carla wanted to get her milk going as soon as the could. Her natural hormones, sucking and herbs should do the trick. Her nipples already had become swollen, distended and reddened, from the constant sucking.

She already had a breast pump at work. The goat milker was a step beyond the breast pump. This contraption had an industrial grade vacuum pump system and a constant duty motor. As soon as her and Bruce got back from their weekend in Nevada she opened up the boxes and read all the instructions. She cleaned and inspected everything. Then she hooked herself up and started pumping at the lowest settings. It really felt great. It was not as warm and emotional as someone’s mouth on her tits but, it was strong, adjustable and tireless. She had it hooked up to a grounded outlet and made herself comfortable on the sofa. Bruce saw the effect on her at once. She unconsciously spread her legs slightly and he knelt before her and began to eat her out delicately. The combination of breast and genital stimulation set her into a glorious string of orgasmic releases. Bruce tasted her sweet pussy and felt the arousal the machine added. Carla’s nipples always felt like they were hard wired directly to her pussy. Just a pinch or a pull on her breast tips made her wet and tingly down there. Having a machine hooked up was like going into orgasmic overdrive. Bruce licked her opening and all around her slit. He circled her clitoris and kissed over it touching it only indirectly. His wife shook and shuddered. She had been coming all weekend and his maddeningly slow attention brought her higher and higher into the unstoppable climax territory. She gushed into his mouth and squeezed his ears with her thighs holding on to him for dear life. The breast machine kept going and hurled her over the edge again and again.

She threw her head back and moaned and mumbled senseless words and sounds. Bruce paused and got up. He disconnected the milking machine and turned off the power switch. The whirring motor wound down and she nodded off into dreamland on the sofa. He cleaned up the machine in the kitchen and put it away in the pantry.

The next morning Carla went to the office and took some phone calls early and then called over to Mr Jensen to see if he had any clients or projects in mind. He had some Japanese investors coming the next day and he wanted to make sure they got some special attention. Carla promised she had some unique ideas to entertain them. Mr. Jensen said, his son was in town and wanted to speak with her about something too. Carla did not know what to make. She had fucked and sucked some of those rich kids in High School but, had not been in touch since. They had money and Mr. Jensen’s son had been pretty smart in school. She wondered what he might be up to in college. He had been kind of a techno nerd. He liked toy trains and amateur radio when other guys were into cars and pop music starlets.

The next day she took off from her regular office work and went to the hotel suite rented by Mr. Jensen. His son Ulvar was waiting at the table in the dining nook playing with a cool looking tiny train set. He had an old power control that looked like it was from the 1940’s or 50’s. The N scale set would fit on a card table and had a couple of mid century buildings and some figures around the simple oval. Ulvar looked kind of hot to Carla. He had a sharp sport coat and looked pretty fit these days. College must have got him in gear somehow.
He had paid her for oral sex at a freeway off ramp a few times when she was a high school hooker. She was a little lost for words but, he broke the ice. “I guess you and my dad are having some pretty big investment successes,” he said. “You are looking like a million dollar deal just standing here, so I am sure you have a classy touch.” He made her completely at ease about being an investment deal escort. Without bringing up any details he had let her know, he knew how good she looked and how important she was to his dad’s business. “I know those Japanese guys are pretty kinky characters,” he continued. “ They always used to bring me Japanese trains and electrical gadgets, when I was a kid. Let me show you what I have going here. You will get a laugh out of this.”

Ulvar pulled open his metal briefcase and produced a small shiny egg shaped metal object. He plugged it into his ancient train transformer and then took another wire with a silver coin soldered to it and wiped some gel from a tube on it. He then took a band aid and pasted it on Carla’s forearm. The he applied more gel to the egg and turned on the transformer to a medium setting. He touched Carla’s arm near the coin and she felt a tingling buzz on her skin. It was ticklish and actually felt good. She smiled unconsciously at his contraption. It felt good on her arm and she immediately wondered how it might feel in a more intimate area.. “Should we try somewhere else?” she asked.

“Go ahead and use your imagination,” Ulvar replied. “I am sure you can think of something Carla.”She removed the band aid fastened coin electrode from her arm and stepped out of her skirt. Then she pasted it on her inner thigh and took off her g-string panties. She rubbed the gel covered egg around her pussy with one hand and experimented with the transformer power control with the other. “Wow! That feels way better than I thought it might. It’s incredible.” Then her knees shook and she came in a shuddering thunderclap from the electrical stimulation. She came again almost before she knew what hit her the first time and then again. She pulled the egg away and looked at Ulvar. “You have been pretty creative here my friend,” she said, and smiled. “What else can this do?”

Ulvar dropped his slacks and took the little egg and stuck in inside inside his ass. Then he pulled off his boxers and smeared some of the gel on his dick. He touched it to the electrified membrane of Carla’s pussy and jolted her to another rising climax in just seconds. “Oh my god! I want to feel that inside!” Carla gasped. They joined together in a short circuit second. It had them both shaking and Carla worked the power control down and then back up as she gazed into his eyes. “Oh you are the best Ulvar! I never would have dreamed you could think this way,” she purred. She turned up the power slightly and Ulvar convulsed in involuntary ejaculation. Her electric pussy pumped his dick muscles to work the flow of sperm quickly up his shaft and into her puss.

Carla thought a moment and smiled saying, “That is so cool. I know those crazy Japanese guys are going to get off on that and be eating out of my hands while your dad gets them to sign the contracts.” Ulvar nodded and said, “Ok you get the idea. Here is the cleaner to get things ready again. There are several eggs and silver coins wired up and three extra power controls of a modern type. I do think that the train set is the best way to break the ice though. It is so innocent you can get them started before they have any idea what is up. I’ll let you go and get yourself ready. It was good to see you again.”

With that he dressed and winked at his High School hooker friend and then left the suite. Carla carefully examined the case full of gadgets and wiped off the ones they used. She closed in up and then tried out the trains to make sure she had them running innocently on their own. Then she freshened up and waited for the next call or knock on the door.

Mr. Jensen had a stretch limo full of dark suited investors coming up from the airport. They went to a waterfront bistro and had brunch after the overnight flight. It was still late morning when he brought the car full of eight silk suits to his exclusive hotel. The doorman knew the routine and led the men inside to the lobby. He brought their bags on a cart and they whizzed up up to a view room floor. Each man got his room keys and baggage delivered by a trio of porters. Then one by one Mr. Jensen brought them to Carla’s suite and sat down with some contracts. The distracted investors looked at the little trains and at Carla’s skimpy outfit. She was practically nude in her see through sheer outfit. The first man nodded as though he was paying attention to the stock offering but, had all his attention on Carla. She poured a drink and went into the bedroom for a moment. Mr. Jensen then pointed at some lines on the paperwork and got some initials and turned the pages. The man looked at the little train circling and Mr. Jensen let him wait until Carla returned. Now she had removed her panties and the sheer silk revealed everything from her distended nipples to her bare shaved pussy slit. Carla sat down next to him and put one of his hands on her breasts and pushed it into her flesh. He smiled and explored her spongy soft nipple through the sheer fabric. Carla opened the metal case and took a coin wired electrode and put in next to her pussy. She took another one and put it on his arm with some gel underneath. She quickly took the metal egg and applied more gel and touched his arm next to the electrode. He felt the buzzing feeling at once. Then she moved the coin inside his shirt just above his waistband. Again she touched him with the egg next to it but, moved it down inside his pants. When she touched his dick with it he looked her strait in the eye and stood up. He dropped his suit pants and his stiff dick popped out of his shorts. She kept the egg following his dick and traced it from base to tip slowly. He got hard and it quivered. She turned down the power and then switched the plug on his coin to reverse the polarity. She put gel on his dick and stood up to touch it to her moist pussy. He felt the shocking power at once and slid himself right into her hard wired pleasure pussy. She raised the current and he just smiled. Then she pumped against him and cycled the power up and down. He shook suddenly and the shot his load like a fire hose in a rushing gush of jizz. He was emptied out in a second and he stood in a daze. Mr. Jensen handed him a clipboard with the final signature line and he signed it without even looking. He was on auto pilot and his brain had checked out a few minutes before. He was the patriarch of the family group and with his signature all the others would follow suit just to save face. Nobody would doubt his judgment even if he had been literally thinking with his dick.

One by one the silk suits were led into Carla’s electric spiderweb. She got pretty clever at wiring them up, and getting the current onto their dick, in different ways. By the eighth man she had it down to a science. As investors they were used to girls being part of the signature ceremony. The last one dropped trousers on his own as he looked at the papers on the clipboard. He let Carla attach the wires without noticing exactly she was up to. When she hit the power switch, however, he focused completely on her device. He knew more about electricity than interest rates and investments. He signed his papers without even looking at them and let Carla work the controls. She drove his dick up and down the frequency and power band. She might have flown him around the room like a model plane, he was so under her electric control. Finally she had him pumping his balls dry and cinching up his nut sack to release a big come shot. He squirted, shot and spermed hard. He smiled and pulled his pants back up. Then he took his copies and shuffled back to his room.

Mr. Jensen was ecstatic. Carla was a wet little mess and she knew it had been a big day. The Japanese men had just funded a multi-million dollar stock deal. It was the first step of bringing it to a public company and then their money would bring in 5-10 times their investment in a few months. Besides the stock they would get thousands of warrants for future shares at a face value of pennies. These were likely to be worth thousands of times more if the public got excited about the new company. Her little pussy had just made him a fortune bigger than all his deals put together and that was just the first day. Mr. Jensen got down on his knees and worshiped Carla’s hot little pussy. He cleaned her messy pussy and sucked it out. He told her he would do anything for her right now. She had accomplished more than she had in her whole life and he wanted to reward her.
Carla giggled at his subservient position. For her, it had just been just another day as an escort in most regards. She took on eight Asian men in rapid succession and milked their balls dry one time. Her electrical assistance made it fun and easier than usual. Now the big boss was on his hands and knees offering her anything she wanted. She thought she might as well have some fun with this. “Strip down Mr. Jensen. I want you naked right now!” she ordered him.”You have been calling all the shots and it’s my turn to take charge right now.” She took his belt and snapped it like a whip. “Watch out now!” she said. “I am in control so, don’t forget it.” Again she snapped the belt but, right next to his dick where he could feel the shock wave in the air. Carla walked behind him and then blindfolded him with his shirt. The she covered his head with his jacket and tied it like a hood with his necktie.

She took the metal egg and stuck it up his ass and put one of the coin electrodes in a shot glass. Then she added some water with a pinch of salt. Carla then turned the power control to near zero and set the glass on the table and pushed Mr. Jensen up to stand in front of it. She placed his dickhead in the electrified water and slowly turned up the power. His wrinkled old dick started for fill with blood as the stimulation began. She put ice in the water and turned the power back down. His cock shrunk back and she laughed and taunted her subject. “What happened to that little wrinkle worm?” she called. “Did it get scared?” Then she took a deeper tumbler and filled it with ice water and stuck his dick completely in instead of just the tip. His cock shriveled even more in the ice water bath. She let him just sit there blindfolded and hooded. He was her’s for now and she enjoyed making him do her bidding. She got a wash cloth and filled it with ice and wrapped it around his balls freezing them and shrinking them up against his body. She said nothing and just let him lose all feeling and become numb. Mr. Jensen’s dick had shrunk to the size of his pinkie finger and his balls were sucked up inside his torso in hiding.

“Your little dick turned into a clit now Mrs. Jensen. I guess you have a pussy instead of balls, what happened?” she taunted him. Mr. Jensen was in shock he had not expected things to flip like this. Carla had taken charge and he had been transformed to a blinded helpless situation he had never experienced.

Carla pushed him back against the wall and took her stocking and tied his hands to a door knob. He was pretty helpless. Then she got down on her knees silently in front of him. She took the wash cloth full of ice away from his balls and then took is frozen dick into her warm mouth. He was so numb that he could hardly feel her attention. He was trapped and controlled and desensitized. She had him reduced to nothing. Now she slowly began to bring him back. Carla gulped his dick and tongue licked it end to end. She sucked his balls out of hiding and heated them in her mouth. She fingered his ass and tickled his prostrate gland inside. His erection came to life and his balls thawed out of hibernation. She gland fingered him inside and stroked his fluids to life. The skillful fingering up his ass took over and his balls felt the prostrate fluid being squeezed out by Carla’s digital probing. He moaned under his hood and she smiled at her mastery of the situation. She backed off on her sucking and just let her prostrate stimulation take over and work up his release. It was slow but relentless. Her pressure forced involuntary response that began to contract up his dick and transport his juice. The pre cum reached her mouth and she savored his taste. Then he groaned and mumbled under his shrouded head cover. It felt good and he was unable to see what was happening to him. He had gone from ice cold to full heat and was naked and bound to a door knob. It was crazyness and he was disoriented. The his dick caught fire and his gland released all control of his semen. He shot hard into Carla’s mouth and she sucked in all and swallowed his jizz. “Mmm good! That taste is what I needed!” she murmured. “Give me your seeds. I need that nut juice to sustain me. Give it all.”

He was shaken and taken. Never had he come so hard like that. He never had a prostrate job and the ice and electric prelude had him lost in a world of new sensations. Carla unbound his hands and pulled the hood of his head. She kissed him passionately on his lips and held him close and pressed her breasts against his naked flesh. “You know I love you Mr. Jensen!” she said. “You will always be taken care of and I know you will take care of me. Our special bond is just an occasional thrill but, it is hot and you need to know I feel it.” She looked him in the eyes and then went and got dressed in her more conservative business outfit. She now looked like a lawyer or court reporter not a sexy escort or whore house slut. She did it all from big business to nasty ranch fuck. She was confident about her future and her bosses son had shown her some new electrical tricks.

Mr. Jensen straightened himself up in his suit and they went down to the lobby it was mid afternoon and they had accomplished a great deal. They went out on the street and walked to a small bar for a drink. The left their investors to their hotel and toasted their fun and profits. He took his briefcase and signed over tens of thousands of warrants to Carla after the IPO they would be worth a couple of dollars but, if the company moved forward a few years from now, when they were exercised it could be in the millions. Then he signed over a couple of thousand shares. They would be worth $80,000 at face value in a few months at the IPO and if it took off it could go much higher to a quarter million or more.

Not bad for a day’s work for a bad girl she thought. She had just one small drink since she was pregnant. A celebratory sip was ok but, she had to think about her child too. They went back to Jensen’s office and she asked him if he would take a turn on her tit sucking need. She told him she was intending to induce lactation and would appreciate his occasional help on her strict schedule. He happily complied with her request and she finished her work day and headed home to her waiting husband Bruce. Jensen had the driver deliver the train set and electrical kit to her house at his son’s request. He and his son both got their rocks off on Carla’s talent that day and they both wanted to show their how much it meant to them.

Back at home Bruce was waiting for his hot-wife to return. She had been scheduled to work her regular office job and he had no idea she had made tens of thousands of dollars soon and perhaps millions in the not to distant future. Carla looked a little thrashed. He tasted the alcohol in her mouth and her clothes were not quite as neat ofter her last tit suckling session. He wondered what she had been up to but, he never questioned her about her sex work. She would tell him if he asked or if she wanted to share it. He knew she had some skills and she knew how to capitalize on them.

Carla made a salad and set the table. She kissed her husband deeply and cupped his dick in her hand before they sat down to eat. They chatted about her lactation progress. Her boobs felt like they were undergoing changes and getting ready to excrete their gifts soon. After dinner she wanted to get hooked up to the goat milking machine again and she wanted to give Bruce an electric fuck while she did. They finished the salad and she got up and prepared a pasta sauce and served some fresh noodles. The slow dining gave them time to be together and the process was part of the enjoyment of the meal.

After the light dinner she massaged Bruce’s shoulders as he sat at the table. She told him she had something new she wanted to try and then cleared the table. She went and took a shower and changed into a silk short kimono called a hapi coat. Then she got out the train set and set it up on the coffee table. Bruce watched the tiny train circling the little buildings and wondered if she had been to a toy store or met a hobbyist at work. He massaged his wife’s feet and had an after dinner cocktail. After a while Carla got up and brought the metal case with the electrical toys in it. She told Bruce to change into his bath robe and come back to the sofa. The trains circled the table and as the lights dimmed outside the little engine’s headlight explored the little town on the table in the twilight.

Bruce sat down on the couch and Carla had him lie back on the sofa. She told him to close his eyes and relax and she taped one of the coin electrodes on his thigh near his groin. She took the wire lead and plugged him to the train transformer. Then she took the metal egg and wired it up and covered it with the conductive gel. She warmed the metal in her hands and then adjusted the power to a low setting. Then Carla contacted his cock shaft just above his balls and his dick twitched with the muscle stimulating effect. She worked it up towards the end but, returned before touching his glans. With her other hand she turned up the voltage gradually and watched his face and dick for reactions. His head shook with involuntary movement. His dick twitched at her fingers electric command. With on hand she played the power and the other wandered with the stimulator. He started to show a rhythmic pulsation moving up his dick. She turned up the power and traced up and down his shaft. The color of his skin turned flushed and reddened as she turned up the voltage. His face shuddered and she knew he as close. Carla turned up the power one more little notch and put the electrode firmly against the most sensitive part of his dick head and held it there. She watched the fluid working up his plumbing tube and the first precum at the opening. He suddenly humped his hips up and shot a spurt and then another. He blew hard like a pressure washer and hit his own face and shot semen all over his chest as he lay there. Carla held the power on and he kept squirting more and more. It was a flow of large proportion. Then she stopped and undid the electrode on his crotch. She kissed him and licked up his sperm mess. She cleaned her husband with her mouth and then she told him to open his eyes and see the apparatus.

The simplicity surprised him. Toy train technology and some soldered connections were the basis of the pleasure machine. He wondered who or where the contraption came from. He went down on Carla and pushed her back on the couch to lick her pussy. She was clean and tasty with no sign of her day of nasty come dumping there. He ate her slowly and made her come at his tongue’s command. It made him hard to smell and taste her hot pussy and he wanted to fuck her deep.

Carla got up after she came and brought out the milking machine from the kitchen. She hooked up the goat milking system to her nipples and switched on the power. Then she hooked up an electrode to another egg and stuck its gel covered mass into her ass. She plugged in the other egg and stuffed it into her husband’s ass and took the control in hand. The goat milker worked her tits rhythmically and she felt her mammary glands coming to life. The nipple stimulation went straight to her pussy too and then her husband stuck his electrified dick into her nipple fired cunt slit. She was electrified like nothing she could imagine. Even without moving or stroking the milking machine had her on the verge and Bruce’s electrified cock was like a magic want that could send her over the edge with a single touch. She was on fire and she loved it. Carla shook and quivered and came like she never had before. She was turned on literally and she was aroused emotionally and fucked physically…. It was incredible and it was just getting started. Bruce would go longer on his second round and he fucked her brains loose. He stuck her and poked her and hit every power point inside and out. He ground his pubic bone into her hooded clitoris and mashed it until she came there again and again. Her g-spot felt his expert penetrating positioning she shook and moaned wildely. Her tits began to secrete just a few drops but, the new sensation added another dimension to her lost in space feeling. She was in the clouds and past the moon. Her spirit flew around like a lost bird in the room. She gasped for air and sweated all over and cried tears of love for her husband. She turned off the power on their electrodes and the milking machine. She unhitched her tits and then just let her husband fuck her until he climaxed. She felt it coming and asked him to save a little for her raw nipples. He pumped is load deep and pulled out the last squirt for her bosom’s request. She massaged his healing fluid on to her tattered tit points and felt a little of her own milk oozing from the spongy tissue. Now she knew the sex charged breast feeling the Gaucho Girls were getting with their constant lactation. “It is starting to flow Bruce,” she said. “Soon you can feed on my nourishment and take my gift.”

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