I’m having one of those days where I’m obsessed with the idea of being kidnapped by a sadistic feeder and fattened up until I can’t walk, where I’m just one massive, jiggling pile of blubber existing only to eat and keep getting fatter for them. To be forced to keep gaining weight no matter how much I beg or cry, to see new rolls added all over my body everyday, to be a wheezing, sweating pig like I know I’m meant to be.

-To make my belly hang over my knees, and then eventually drag along the floor so it’s out of my reach, covered in stretchmarks and infinite rolls

-To condition me to cum from being stuffed so I always need to be filled to cum

-To make me too fat to masturbate so I’m reliant on them or just trying to hump my own flesh to feel something 

-To make use of all the new rolls and folds of fat they’ve added to me, fucking them instead of my pussy and making sure I’m trained to get pleasure from that

-To not let me stop gaining until I’m as big as they want me, even if I resist, because they want me to look like a circus fat lady 

-To make me so huge I’m forced to waddle around when I can still move, every part of me jiggling just for their enjoyment and amusement, out of breath and sweaty just from walking across the room

-To only be allowed to wear clothes that are slightly too small and be forbidden from doing anything that tries to hide my fat from view, if my belly doesn’t stay in my shirt I’ll have to just let it show, every humiliating inch of cellulite-ridden flab visible

-To be made to display my gluttony for all to see in public whenever my feeder wants, eating enough for 5 people and putting my body on display in crop tops and tight shorts

-To be tied down and force fed with a funnel if I’m not cooperative, because I’m going to keep getting fatter whether I want to or not. 

-To be forced to eat until I can barely move and have to use a scooter to get around, especially in public so everyone can see the consequences of what I’ve done to myself

-To make fun of me and humiliate me as much as possible so I can never forget what I’ve become, a waddling wheezing blob of lard whose only purpose is to get fatter and fatter

immortalink:

water signs want to protect the way things were once; this way they get to keep their memoriesalive

air signs want to protect the way things are going to be one day; it’s because they care the most about their fantasies

fire signs want to protect the way things should be now; they have faith that through immediate action the world can meet their ideals

earth signs want to protect the way things are; they live in the present and the most important thing for them is to feel safe in their environment and to ensure this safety will last and endure

I really wanna know what some of you all’s fantasies are. So tell me your deepest fantasies and maybe I can do some captions for them! We’ll see what comes of it!

I had to shake my head as Jeremy Pax came into the teachers’ lounge. I was under the impression that the new person always has to earn their place — you know, serve their time before they were accepted among the supremely ignorant with degrees, or at least that’s how I think of the staff at the elementary school I work for. It took me three long years before I really earned the respect of the others and managed to get more than just a casual head nod and smile in passing. No, now I finally get the, “Hey, how was your weekend?” routine. Not Jeremy, though. He was the new fourth grade teacher that signed on last year. Sure, okay, so he’d been there a year, but as far as I was concerned, he was still new.

Jeremy flirted his way into the crowd. He had mothers coming out of conferences grinning from ear to ear. He had half of the female staff in love with him. Hell, he even winks at our seventy year old receptionist. So, I wasn’t very surprised to see him turning his charm on Katie, one of our second grade teachers who sold make up on the side. Stirring my coffee, I reached for the weather section of the newspaper and tried to concentrate, but there was Katie, laughing her Mary Kay face right off and eating up every word he had to say.

“Your husband is a very lucky man to wake up to that smile everyday.” He gave her his prize winning grin.

“Pax …” She batted her fake eyelashes at him. “You’re too much.” And with that, Katie swayed her hourglass figure right out the door leaving Jeremy and me alone in the lounge.

“Oh, I think I just threw up a little,” I remarked as I saw him lean over to deliberately watch Katie’s pencil skirt leave.

“Good morning to you too.” He rolled his eyes and poured himself a cup of coffee. “What’s the forecast? No, wait! Let me guess…” He paused before turning back and then smiled for dramatic effect. “Frigid with a 100% chance of jealousy.”

Now, I know a lot of jackasses, but Jeremy had just entered into the royal family of them.

“No, actually,” I said, putting the paper back casually, “it’s raining dip shits with cheesy lines.”

It was so very satisfying to see his face fall. We hardly ever spoke, but if he wanted to play this game, then he was going to lose.

“Kiss my ass, Chelsea,” he bit out before taking a sip of his coffee.

Oh yeah, that last one got to him alright and what do you know? He did know my name.

“Shave it first,” I retorted, feeling the confidence of having the upper hand and wanting to establish myself as being senior to him even though we were probably close in age and both acting very immature at the moment.

“What’s that? You want to shave my ass?” He quirked a brow and acted as if he were appalled at the thought. I was just about to smash his lame comeback, but before I could, I saw Theresa Crowe walk in and I immediately stood up. She was one of the older teachers who would absolutely not approve of the conversation we were having. Unfortunately, Jeremy had his back to her and pounced on the gifted moment of silence from me in effort to back up his lameness.

“You know, you should really watch yourself. I might just have to report you for harassment,” he said with a smug smile. I simply could not speak when the old bird’s face had her eyeballs ready to pop straight out. My jaw dropped slightly in effort to say something in defense or at least smooth the situation. My eyes darted from Jeremy back to Theresa before I decided that I just need to leave.

Sensing something was wrong, Jeremy finally turned around and saw why he’d won our verbal sparring. I was already halfway out the door and pushing past The Crow, as she was known, when he called out, “See you at the convention.” As if nothing had happened and all was well. As if I would come within ten feet of him at the convention!

The day went by painfully slow with the stress of wondering if I was going to be called in at any moment to discuss my unprofessional behavior with the royal jackass. The night went by even slower since the convention was two fun filled days starting at 7am the next morning. The way gossip flew, I was positive that everyone was going to wonder what kind of pervert I was to harass someone like Jeremy Pax. So much for a relaxing weekend. I didn’t want to go, but now I had to. Not showing up would be as good as admitting I was guilty, and I was so not guilty.

* * *

The alarm went off way too soon, but I dragged my groggy self out of bed with eyes still closed. I was on auto pilot turning on the coffee, taking a quick shower, getting dressed, but this morning I had to pack an overnight bag. Without the spare time, I grabbed a granola bar for breakfast and headed out the door.

Speeding just a little to avoid the attention of being late, I finally pulled up to the Atlantis Hotel and Casino. It was several stories tall and felt more like a Vegas visit than a teachers convention. This year’s theme was on the do’s and don’ts of bullying, how to deal with aggressive students and their parents among other things. There was going to be guest speakers and a semi formal dinner with free bar and beverages, which I planned to take full advantage of.

We were instructed to meet at the lobby and I could see a massive group of people, many of whom I worked with. I came through the crowd looking for some answer as to what we were doing when Josh Warren approached me with a grin and said, “Hey, Chelsea. Save a dance for me later,” and then started for the elevator.

Oh, my God. Josh was fucking sexy as hell and he wanted to dance with me. Maybe this weekend wasn’t going to be so bad after all. Then I heard my name: “Chelsea Wilson?”

“I’m over here,” I called out.

“You’re rooming with Ms. Crowe,” the woman at the front desk informed me. She gave me a room key and smiled faintly before going on to the next name. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, but there she was, The Crow, fluttering her way to the elevator. I decided to wait for the next one.

Finally, with a small ting a door opened to reveal a glass elevator that overlooked the city as it went up its many floors. Stepping inside, I waited for others to come in behind me, and lo and behold, Jeremy walked in smirking like the jackass he was. “We meet again.” Oh, the things I would say if we weren’t squeezed into a confined space with eight other people. Instead, I gave my best I smell shit face before turning away to look at the view. As we went up, I started to feel dizzy. I’d never been up this high. The cars were looking tiny and I had to grab hold of the railing to keep from having a full on panic attack. My heart was pounding and I was trying to take deep breaths to compensate, but the elevator kept stopping at various floors and mine seemed to be at the top. “Afraid of heights, huh?” Jeremy’s smile dropped when he saw the shear terror showing on my face.

“Get me off,” I begged in a desperate whisper.

“Thought you’d never ask.” He smirked again before grabbing my elbow and hauling me away from the horrifying view to exit the elevator on the floor it was stopped at.

“What floor are you on?” he asked.

I looked at my room key. “Twenty-seventh.”

“That’s only a couple floors up from here, so we’ll take the stairs. I’m on the twenty-sixth,” he told me with a strange calmness that was suddenly irritating.

“I don’t care what floor you’re on,” I snapped, and then sighed since it was decent that he got me out of the glass death trap. “I just need to get to my room.”

“You’re so uptight,” he said with a shake of his head, and then led the way to the stairs.

“Yeah, well I get to room with The Crow so don’t judge me,” I retorted.

“No shit?!” He was trying not to laugh, I could tell.

“Shut up,” I replied, unamused.

* * *

The guest speakers weren’t as bad as I would have expected but, throughout the day I found myself staring at the back of Jeremy’s head. He’d turned around a few times and I wasn’t sure if he saw me, but so what if he did? It’s not like I was checking him out. He wasn’t unattractive though, but it’s not like he was Josh. Josh had a crazy body with killer eyes. Jeremy on the other hand had dark hair that was receding a little, his eyes were sharp, his smile was his best feature and annoyingly so, but there was just something, aside from the whole harassment situation, that made me want to smack him.

Oddly enough, I was able to avoid The Crow when visiting my room to get dressed for dinner. It was like she was always an hour ahead of me, so we didn’t cross paths, which was nice. I wore a simple black dress with a high neckline, but a plunging back that swooped down midway. It was complimentary to my figure in a sexy way without being trashy, perfect for the occasion.

Dinner went by smoothly with the constant buzz of clinking silverware and mingling chatter hovering about the room. I made my rounds saying hello to various co-workers as I secretly tried to find Josh. He was nowhere in site. It was doubly depressing when I thought about the extra time I’d spent trying to look good for the jerk. Save a dance for me, my ass. It was definitely time to get a drink or three.

***

“Looking for me?” Jeremy came up behind me as I was sipping on my freshly made margarita and enjoying the room from an empty central table. Music began to pump and the normally professional teachers began to flop and gyrate their bodies in attempt to look like high school versions of themselves, which was just damn pathetic and totally worth the central table view.

“That’s a hell no,” I responded as I licked the salt from the rim of my glass.

“Thanks,” he said, pulling out a chair. “I’d be glad to join you.”

I had the urge to lean back since he’d scooted his chair so close to mine. I could see his eyes sparkling. He was obviously enjoying my sudden discomfort. “Michelle’s dress is practically screaming one nighter .” I nodded toward the dance floor where good old Michelle’s tits were fighting to stay in the red tube dress that was suctioned tightly to her overly voluptuous figure. “That would probably be a better use of your time.”

“Probably.” He shrugged and then had the nerve to grab the maraschino cherry out of my drink.

“Hey,” I protested just as he put it into his mouth. “That was mine.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He feigned an innocent look. “Did you want it back?” he asked as he opened his mouth, exposing the half-chewed cherry. The sick bastard! I could have rolled my eyes and let it go, but I didn’t. Instead, I shocked us both by reaching in his mouth to grab it. Probably out of reflex, he shut his mouth and clamped his teeth down onto my thumb, which I managed to pull free, and my index finger, which wasn’t so lucky.

“Ouch!” I tried to pull my finger free. I was a second away from smacking his damn face, when he loosened his grip only slightly and began to suck on my finger so that when I pulled it out, it made a popping sound.

Our eyes were locked for a long moment and I found myself speechless. It was entirely idiotic and yet, I was feeling hot little swirls of excitement deep down.

“Hey, Chelsea.” I looked up to see Josh, his eyes darting from Jeremy to me. “Are you busy?”

Was I busy?! I looked over at Jeremy and he was clearly measuring up Josh.

“Uh, no,” I replied feeling kind of awkward since Jeremy had just sucked me into a strange kind of mood that I wasn’t exactly eager to leave, but not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. I decided it was time for the jackass to see how a real woman flirts. “Not at all,” I said as I winked back at Jeremy and took Josh’s hand to the dance floor.

The music was some sort of remix of Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics and was pushing a good beat. I could feel the tequila making itself useful and Josh pulled me close and started swinging his hips to the beat. I tried to match the swing of his hips with my own and looked up at him. His eyes were looking into mine and he was crazy intense. For some reason I found it humorous that he would be trying so hard. I could feel the laugh bubbling up inside and I knew it was coming, so I turned around and saw Jeremy staring at us, at me . Josh took that as his cue to put his hands on my hips and grind me from behind, but I was trying so hard not to laugh. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or Jeremy staring at me, but I just couldn’t take the situation seriously. Looking at Jeremy, I saw he wore a knowing grin, and it felt like he and I were sharing some kind of private joke.

I turned back and finished the dance with Josh, after which he leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the cheek and whispered his room number into my ear. I couldn’t believe it. The opportunity to get with that sexy hunk of man meat was almost impossible to pass up, but somehow it felt cheap, especially after I called Michelle a one nighter. Flattered as hell, I nodded and then turned to look back at Jeremy…who was no longer there. Telling myself that I wasn’t disappointed, I headed back for my drink, which was half gone. Apparently Jeremy had helped himself to that too.

* * *

After three solid drinks, I found myself buzzed enough to ride the glass bubble that they called an elevator back up to my room. The night lights from the city were shimmering and glittering so beautifully in my intoxicated state and all I could hope was that The Crow was long passed out and sleeping so she couldn’t add drunkenness to her list of my offenses when she turned me in.

I quietly unlocked the door and stepped in. The room was dark and the curtains were open a fraction, letting the city lights shine in enough to show the way to the bathroom. I went quickly inside and shrugged out of my dress, brushed my teeth and readied for bed. Relieved that The Crow was clearly asleep, I turned out the bathroom light and headed for the empty bed. I tried to quiet my mind and let the weight of my heavy head sink me into sleep. I was just about there when a rustling from the bed next to me turned into legs sliding into my own bed.

“Whoa!” I bolted upright.

“Shhhh, you’re so uptight,” spoke a familiar male voice.

I sucked in my breath at the immediate recognition. “How the hell did you get in here?” I yelled in a whisper, partially to mind his hush and partially because I was too buzzed to care that I was minding it. I felt his bare legs on mine. They were large, hairy, and very warm. I could almost, but not quite, make out his face in the darkness.

“I struck a deal with The Crow,” he informed matter of factly, as if that explained it all. He tried to nudge me back down with a push on the shoulder, but I resisted.

“What?!”

“It’s true,” he sighed. “Yesterday, in the lounge, she asked me if I needed a witness in my harassment case against you, she said she would provide it. When I told her that we were just kidding around, she threatened to report both of us,” he said with a laugh.

“Iknew it!” I felt a rush of anxiety. “I’m going to lose my job, thanks to you.”

“Noooo,” he snickered. “Let me finish. So, I tried to talk her down and tell her that I apologize if we offended her in any way and she tells me that she’ll not report us if I do something.”

“What exactly is that?” I asked, now curious.

“She was in charge of setting up the rooms. She told me that she would room with you and that I would be rooming with Mr. Carter. She said that during the morning break of the conference, I had to meet up and switch room keys with her.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I interrupted in disbelief.

“So, here I am, rooming with you.” He nudged me back down and I didn’t resist. I just let myself fall back to my pillow with a sense of relief in the knowledge that I wasn’t going to lose my job. All I had to do was share a room with Jeremy.

Oh, my, GOD!! Jeremy was in my room, in my bed and running his fingers all over my bare chest!!! All of the information about The Crow was so much to take in, I didn’t even notice in my buzzed state that he was so easily taking liberties with me. It just felt so normal, so right, like he was supposed to be rolling his fingertips on my nipples. What was wrong with me?

“What are you doing?” I asked very seriously.

He didn’t stop touching me as he answered. “I don’t really know. I was fully planning on sleeping in my bed and scaring the crap out of you in the morning by letting you think we slept together since you’re clearly drunk. But then you came out of the bathroom naked, with the exception of your panties, and I couldn’t resist. I had to know…” he trailed off.

“What?” I was breathless and felt a tingling heat start to come to life low in my core.

“If you were as soft as you looked.” He cupped my perky breasts gently and then squeezed a little. “If you taste as soft as you feel,” he continued as he flicked his tongue on one nipple then the other before sliding it up my neck to bite gently. I was covered in goose bumps and burning from the inside out.

“And what is the verdict?” I asked when I could feel him looking down on me in the scant light.

“Mmmmm…” He came down to brush his lips over mine. “The jury is still out” — he licked them softly — “more evidence is necessary.”

That was it. I lost whatever reservations I had about Jeremy Pax in that moment. I completely wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close so I could kiss him fully. In return, he rolled over the top of me and pushed his protruding hardness against the flimsy silk of my panties.

“You’re wet,” he said just as his cell phone jingled a noise that told him that he had a text message. He rolled off from me and reached down into his pants pockets to see just who was messaging him at almost midnight.

“What is it?” I asked when he didn’t say anything.

“Shit.” He rolled off the bed and started putting on his pants. “Get dressed. The Crow wants her room back. I guess things didn’t go as expected for her.”

The news was shocking to me and I ran into the bathroom to fetch my dress. Feeling like I was a teenager about to get caught, the reality of what I was just doing and who I was doing it with, hit with a force. I started packing up my things and putting them into my duffel bag. Seconds later I was ready to leave.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get us another room,” Jeremy said as he held the door open for me.

“No, I’m going home,” I said as I rushed down the hall to the dreaded elevator. Pushing the down button several times and praying for a quick and easy exit, I tossed him a quick look over my shoulder. He looked as smoldering as I was. Hopefully my hormones would hold out long enough for me to not do something stupid.

“Wait up,” he said as he caught up to me by the elevator. “You can’t drive home like this. You’ve had too much to drink.”

He wasn’t wrong, but there was no way I was sticking around. “I’ve had three, I’ll be fine.” The elevator doors finally opened and I didn’t hesitate. No one was inside and the expansive view was all around me.

He held the doors open and looked at me. “You are not fine. We’re getting a room, end of story.” I pulled him inside and he didn’t resist, thinking that it was my way of agreeing.

“This was a mistake.” I was breathing hard and trying not to focus on the view, especially the hot eyes zeroing in on me. “You don’t even like me. You need someone like Michelle or Katie.”

“Whoa! Katie is married and Michelle? Come on, give me a little credit.” He looked hurt.

“This isn’t happening Pax. I’m not a one nighter, okay?” I grabbed for the rail and felt myself loosing balance. We were halfway down and he got this wild look in his eye. Before I knew what he was doing, he pushed the emergency stop button which sent off a silent alarm to the staff below.

“What are you doing?!” I exclaimed as he pinned me up against the rail.

“I never said you were a one nighter!” He looked angry. “You just need to pull the stick out of your ass for a minute and—"

I cut him off by smacking him square across the face. How dare he say something like that to me when he had almost ruined my career and now had me trapped up 15 stories high.

“That’s it,” he smiled ruthlessly. “Get pissed. Lose control for once in your pristine little life!”

“What seems to be the problem?” a female voice squawked out of the small speaker below the buttons.

Jeremy turned and pushed a button to reply. “I will give you a dollar for every minute you leave us alone.” He was serious.

“You have 30 minutes,” the female squawk sounded hushed. He smiled and came back over to me. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Oh, hell no! You aren’t keeping me up here for 30 minutes,” I went to try for the buttons but he caught me and pushed me up against the rail again.

“What are you so afraid of, huh?” He spun me around and forced me to look at the never ending night beyond the glass.

“Jeremy, please!” I begged him as I felt my heartbeat pounding in my ears. He pushed his body against the back of mine. He reached up under the skirt of my dress and ran his fingers up my inner thigh.

“Just feel it. Let yourself go,” he coaxed and he let his fingers run over the wet spot in my panties.

I felt myself tense up at his touch. “I can’t,” I whispered.

He pulled me closer against him and ran his hand up my dress to cup my breast. With the other hand he slipped his fingers through the side of my panties and felt a new kind of wet silk. The whole world began to twirl and I felt like I could hyperventilate at any moment.

He flipped me around and I looked into his eyes. He was crazy intense, only he wasn’t funny. He bent to kiss me and I found myself reluctant. “But you don’t even know me,” I protested with centimeters between us.

“Ahh, but I’ve watched you,” he said and then stuck his finger deep into my pussy.

“Ooooohhhh!” I cried out in surprised pleasure. He watched me crumble beneath him and I knew that I would be unable to resist him. He knew it too. He took out his finger and grabbed for my hand. I could feel my wetness on his fingers as he guided my hand to his hard throbbing cock.

“Feel this? This is for you,” he said as he bent and kissed me hard on the mouth. “It’s been for you for the last year,” he mumbled into my mouth. I couldn’t help but return his kiss with a desperate urgency that I had been holding back.

He became very passionate, grabbed my thighs and lifted me so that I fit up against him and the glass. Using the rail for extra support, he pulled aside my panties and unzipped his pants. Just as panic was beginning to seize me at the idea of only glass separating me from sure death, he let the head of his dick swirl into my wetness right before he slammed inside. In that moment, nothing and no one was sexier than Jeremy. He was a raging beast fueled by a lust that had been pent up for who knows how long. I was matching his thrusts with a passion of my own. He was right, I was jealous. Not of the women he flirted with, but of him. He was magnificent in his ability to manipulate people. It was a thrilling ride to think that the lines of who was doing the manipulating in our particular situation were so blurred that it no longer mattered at the moment.

It was wild. My moans and cries of pleasure were echoing in the small space as his grunts of strength and determination to plunge deeper became louder and louder. He was so unbelievably sexy in a raw and barbaric sort of way, which was intensified by the tiny beads of sweat along his temple. I licked his face and he growled and bit my neck as he pulled me down to the floor.

Fear gripped me on the way down when a sense of free falling came over me. I grabbed for his shirt and tore it on accident as I was trying to hold close to him. He looked down and smiled at the damage. He lifted up my skirt and dragged my panties off from me, “That’s a nice dress,” he said breathlessly.

“Thanks.” I pulled him down for a kiss as he lined up for entry.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he promised and then gripped the high neck line and ripped it apart down to the navel.

“Oh, my…“ I was interrupted by the shock of what he’d just done with the full force of his penetration. He was pounding into me at a savage pace. “…GOD!” I finished. It was unbelievable. He was staring down at my small bouncing breasts which had no problem peeking out when the dress fell away with the rocking of our bodies. My head was swimming with the vision of him surrounded by the eerie glow of the city lights shining behind him. It was almost like getting fucked inside of a snow globe, except that the snow wasn’t falling in slow motion. Everything was happening so fast. I could feel a quickening of the heat building deep inside.

“Jeremy,” I breathed. “Ooooo, it feels too good.”

Slowing his thrusts, he brought his mouth down to mine, dipped his tongue inside and lapped softly between my lips. The sensation was amazing when coupled with the touch of one of his finger tips circling on my clit. I brought my hands up underneath his shirt and around to his back. I tried to hug closer, so I could lift up and take him deeper. My moans were soft and airy then eventually stopped as I held my breath.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Come all over my me.”

My whole body tensed with quakes of electric delight dancing from the tip of my clit to the tips of my curling toes.

“I feel it,” he said through gritted teeth, trying to hold back his own release. I finally exhaled with a full on cry of pleasure as the last pulse of orgasm squeezed from me onto him. He looked down on me with kind of desperation I’d never seen. “Is it done?” he asked. I nodded my head to affirm that yes, my climax was finished.

“Good, now you can feel mine.” His ragged voice was low with what almost seemed like anger. He drove into me with punishing strength. My pussy awakened to a new fire as I was inching across the floor with each new thrust. I cried out several times, the wind was swept from my lungs and I finally scraped my nails down his back then gripped tight to his ass cheeks and squeezed.

He suddenly pulled out and I felt hot splatters of cum shooting across my chest. He was moaning and more splatters sprayed my neck and some even got in my hair. His eyes were shut tightly as he squeezed the last bits of cum from his cock.

I was staring at him with pure awe and wonder. After a moment when time seemed to stand completely still, he slowly opened his eyes. “It really is a nice dress,” he remarked with a grin as he took in the view of my cum splattered and torn dress.

“Yeah.” I laughed. “I’m sure we look like we just stepped out of that Hitchcock movie. Our clothes are all torn, our hair is a mess, and I even have droppings.” I raised a brow and I smeared in some of his cum.

“No fucking way!” he exclaimed as he looked past me to the outside.

“What?” I asked as I turned and then I saw. It was The Crow on her way up in a neighboring glass encased elevator. She was staring at us with the same bug eyed expression she wore the first time she happened upon Jeremy and me in what was considered an inappropriate situation.

“We are so dead.” I smiled at him.

He reached over and closed the rip in my dress and brought me close to him. “Get a room with me.”

I got up on my tippy toes to kiss him. “Come home with me,” I countered.

“I’m driving.” He smiled into the kiss and hunted blindly for the button to send the elevator back down. We kissed the whole ride down and fears of the glass elevator were replaced with dreams and visions of how to reach new passionate heights.

I saw the email from my old engineering professor asking me to give him a call. I looked to calculate the time difference with the east and decided to call him the next day as it would be too late in Princeton now. I hadn’t seen Dan for a couple of years now. He was my favorite professor. He was a really cool blond “quarter back” looking guy who had stayed single till late in life and had numerous scandalous affairs with grad students and students till he was forty. Then he was on a professor exchange program with Seoul National University when he hooked up with Min He, a twenty-year old engineering student and married her. Min, whom we all called Jenny, was the same age as me and was a stunning beauty at 5'7" with a petite and athletic toned body to die for, rounded tight ass, firm 34C breasts and a sculpted waist and hard stomach. Not hard to see why Dan fell for her. Dan and Jenny had one daughter right away, Stephanie and a second daughter, Kellie, two-years later.

I wondered what Dan could want as I hadn’t seen them for a while, but I always did drop by when I was around Princeton. Since my wife Ann had suddenly passed away about 18 months ago things had been hectic and I had been out of touch with almost everyone. The last time I had visited Dan and Jenny I had noticed that Jenny was still incredibly hot for her age (Dan was a lucky guy).

I called in the morning and caught Dan at his university office. After catching up and Dan asking how I was doing the conversation moved on and Dan explained to me that his daughter Stephanie was going to be in Palo Alto working as an engineering intern for the summer before entering Stanford. His wife, Jenny, was very worried that she have a safe place to stay and he was wondering if I could give him advice on a good area or building for Stephanie to rent a place in close to the Sand Hill Road area. I was caught somewhat off-guard and told Dan that Palo Alto was very safe and he didn’t need to worry. Dan, however, persisted and without thinking I suggested that Stephanie could stay in my guesthouse by the pool until she found a better arrangement. Dan was very appreciative and put his wife Jenny on the line. Jenny also quizzed me on how I was doing since Ann passed away since women think that we cannot survive without our wives and she kept thanking me for taking care of their “little Stephanie.” I knew from experience that Jenny was a very over protective and hard driving mother who made her daughters study hard, take piano, do ballet and gymnastics, learn to speak Korean and basically was a slave driver to the poor girls. I assured her that “it would be no trouble” and then we arranged the specifics of the trip.

We made arrangements for me to pick-up Stephanie from the San Jose airport the following week on Sunday as she would be starting her internship on Monday. After that I didn’t think about it too much, but I did clean up the guesthouse and put new bedding and a new quilt and made sure the air conditioner was working. The guesthouse had a nice suite with its own kitchen area and bathroom and shower. The living room area had a large panoramic window overlooking my pool and the Los Gatos hills. I bought some pink and white towels and a pink bathrobe and some “girly” things so she would feel the guesthouse had a feminine touch.

I went to the airport ahead of time and waited in the arrivals area. When Stephanie finally walked out pulling her bag she was not what I had expected. At 17, soon to turn 18, Stephanie had become a young woman and looked far more mature than her age. Stephanie was wearing a slim black pair of Rock & Republic denim pants that were molded to her now wider and more feminine hips and rounded butt. She had on a crisp white blouse that made you tantalizingly aware of how much fuller her breasts had become, but only hinted at their firmness and roundness teasing you to desire more. She was wearing a sophisticated strand of pearls around her neck and matching pearl earrings with her hair pulled back by a large clip. Her make-up was modest and sophisticated, but just perfect to set off her large sparkling eyes and her soft smiling lips. Seeing me in the crowd Stephanie’s face lit up and she rushed forward and gave me a hug.

“Thanks for coming and picking me up Uncle Rob! It’s so great of you to let me stay at your place.”

I’m sure Stephanie was unaware of her dazzling sexual effect on men, but when she hugged me her firm breasts pressed against my chest and my nose was immersed in her long, dark, wavy hair with her perfume intoxicating me. I stepped back and held her at arms length to get a good look. She looked about 5'6" like her mom and she had a stunning tall, slim, petite but athletic figure. Stephanie’s hair was long and dark with blondish highlights and she had large hazel eyes with long eyelashes. Everything about her was feminine, tasteful and sexy.

“Wow, how long has it been? Only two years? But you’re all grown up and you’ve become a young lady!”

She looked at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye and did a ballerina pirouette.

“You really think so? My mom still thinks I’m a little girl. She practically wants to walk me across the street. She doesn’t even let me buy my own clothes. Uncle Rob I’m being smothered!! Look at these shoes? Flats!! Can you believe I’m almost 18 and I don’t have a pair of heels.”

I assured Stephanie that she was now officially a resident of the State of California and that as far as I was aware there was no law against wearing heels. Stephanie giggled and grabbed my arm and linked it to hers as we headed to the parking lot.

We got along surprisingly well and I assured her that she was a young adult now and that she should enjoy her new independence since I knew she was mature young lady with a good head on her shoulders and, I paused, a very pretty one at that! I don’t know why I added that last part, but she sure beamed in response and rewarded me with a sparkling smile and giggle. Stephanie was so excited and bubbly and her enthusiasm was certainly infectious as I joined in her happiness and caught myself grinning for no real reason whatsoever other than the fact that I was sitting beside this spectacularly beautiful and sexy young lady. I had not felt this good for a long time and did not really know why.

We got into my wife’s old car, the convertible BMW and headed for my house. I normally drove my DBS, but I had plans for this car and wanted to surprise Stephanie. The drive home only took about 20 minutes and I let her settle in and change before joining her in the guesthouse before dinner.

Stephanie had changed into a pair of Lululemon skintight black yoga pants and a tight body hugging charcoal grey body suit. The outfit did not lessen my growing interest in this young girls body and I tried my best to prevent my cock from swelling and becoming too obvious. We chatted and talked about her engineering internship at a local medical device company. Then she asked me how I thought she should get to work the next day for her first day of work and could I drive her. I looked her in the eyes and asked her if she had her driver’s license. (Actually I already knew she did since Dan had told me on the phone) Stephanie looked perplexed and said,

“Yeah, I do, but I don’t have a car and can’t afford one.”

I told her to follow me and took her out to the driveway.

“This car is yours. I’ve been thinking about what to do with it since Ann passed away, but she loved this car so I didn’t want to sell it. Well, anyways, I know you’ll have a lot of fun with the Beemer and it will be much more convenient for you to get to work and later on to Stanford. I’ve already put you on the insurance, I just need to email them your drivers license.”

Stephanie jumped up and down and flung her arms around me pressing her firm breasts against me for the second time in less than two hours. Without thinking I responded and pulled her into me with my arms as my left hand accidentally rested on the top part of her rounded butt. My cock would not listen to my brain and swelled to its full 7 inches within seconds. Stephanie did not let go and kept saying how much she appreciated my help while her hips and breasts pressed firmly against me and she lavished light kisses on my cheek and neck. I was praying she didn’t feel the swelled rod pressing against her hips.

Later I showed her how to drive the car and drove her around the neighborhood to orient her. That evening we had pizza and I somewhat reluctantly let her go off to bed as I really enjoyed her company. It was strange, she was only about to turn 18 and I was 39, but I felt so comfortable chatting with her. The next three weeks Stephanie learned her way around and did a lot of work at home in the evenings and on the weekends as her job threw a lot of projects at her. I told her to feel free to use my part of the house at any time and since I now lived alone and so we often ate dinner together. Sometimes I helped her work out particular problems from her company. One night I helped her with a temperature control issue with an RF device by identifying the Curie point on a component. Her boss apparently was extremely impressed that she could handle such a complex problem and this earned me another intense session of hugs and kisses from her when she came home the next day. My brain was starting to fantasize about this hot body sleeping only a few meters away every night in my guesthouse and I was wishing that some of her kisses would miss my cheek and fall on my lips instead.

On the fourth weekend Stephanie didn’t have any work and she asked if we could use the pool since the weather was now getting very hot. I said sure, let’s barbeque on Saturday and spend the day by the pool. She wanted to go to the Valley Fair Mall and get a new bathing suit so we did that Friday evening. She said she wanted the bathing suit to be a surprise so I let her shop on her own. The next day around 11:00 am I was looking out my window when I saw Stephanie walk out of the guesthouse and walk to the lounge chair by the pool. My breath stopped as I watched mesmerized by her body. Up till now I had only had hints of her beauty from the conservative outfits she wore to work, but now she was parading beside the pool in a stunning yellow bikini revealing a body of stunning youth and sexiness. I put on my largest board shorts that left lots of room for my cock to hide its embarrassing swollen state and headed straight down to the pool as fast as my legs would move. I was perplexed at my behavior. I was a grown man acting like a teenager.

We lay by the pool and chatted and I wore my sunglasses so I would be able to gaze at her amazing body without being too obvious about it. The yellow bikini beautifully complemented her honey-toned skin and was tied by thin strings at the side of her hips in large bows and had a medium size triangle of fabric front and back. The top just covered her swelling breasts and again was connected by thin segments of yellow string tied in a bow at the back. As my eyes followed down from her beautiful young breasts they lingered over a flat toned stomach and then came to the rise of her pubic bone and the flare of her incredible hips leading into a long pair of slim, toned athletic legs.

It was getting very hot so we decided to jump in the water. I jumped in first and Stephanie followed. After rising out of the water she shrieked.

“It’s cold!”

We both laughed. She shivered and backed towards me.

“Uncle Rob, hold me for a second, it’s too cold.”

She pushed her back into my chest and her rounded butt pushed right up against my loins. Oh God, what was this girl up to teasing me like this? My cock, even in the cold water, started to swell. I put my arms around her lithe body pulling her tightly against me and my eyes looked downwards to be rewarded by a view of tiny nipples, protruding and erect, hard as buttons, pushing against the thin yellow fabric of her bikini top. My mouth watered at the thought of pushing the top aside, slipping those succulent nipples between my lips, lightly tugging on them with my teeth and arousing Stephanie’s womanhood. At 6’ 1" and about 185 pounds I was able to hold her tight little Asian body easily and she seemed content to snuggle against me as well and absorb my warmth. Eventually the trance was broken and we resumed our swimming, but I was starting to have a feeling that I was in trouble with this girl if she kept up this level of teasing for any length of time. I had not made love or had any female companionship in the almost 2 years since Ann had got ill and at some point I would not be able to restrain myself.

Back on the lounge chairs with the sun at it mid-day worst Stephanie did something I had not expected and was not quite ready to deal with—she raised the stakes again.

“Uncle Rob, I think I’m gonna burn. Can you put some suntan lotion on my back for me?”

Oh, shit, what a little minx. What should I do? I decided to play along with her teasing and I moved over and sat on the edge of her lounge chair. I put the SPF 50 lotion in my hands and then started to rub it on her shoulders. Stephanie reached back and moved her long hair to the side of her head and then with her left hand just grabbed the end of the bikini string bow and with a quick pull she undid the strap at the back.

“There, that will make it easier for you.” She said.

My hands paused and I was a bit taken aback, but I immediately grabbed control of myself and continued with the lotion. I told myself, I’m the older one here, I’m in control, nothing will happen. In fact, I decided, if this little vixen wants to play games with me then I will return the favor and tease her a little bit. I started to work my hands firmly into her shoulders and give her a nice massage.

Stephanie started to “ooh” and “ahh” making sexy little sounds. I could tell she was enjoying my experienced hands playing with her nubile inexperienced body. I took more lotion and applied it to sides of her ribcage, sliding my hands down just far enough so that the tips of my fingers were only barely touching the sides of her swelling breasts. I was offering her a tease of what I could really do if only she lifted herself up a tiny fraction and let my hands slide down further and cup her mounds so my thumb and fingers could roll and tweek her little nipples. Then I moved my hands down to her slim waist to the top of her rock hard butt. I let my fingers wander only slightly under the top of her bikini bottom causing her to tense slightly, not knowing if I would continue further. I laughed inside feeling her body freeze. I moved on to her legs, starting on her calves and then moving up to her incredible toned thighs. My hands swirled in circular motions moving ever so slightly further and further upwards on her inner thighs. I could feel her breathing change and her body tensing slightly as I got closer and closer to her honey pot. I moved ever more cautiously so as to not startle her and have her end our little game prematurely.

I knew she was a skittish young virgin who, until this very moment, had been protected day and night by her mother and the feel of a grown mans hands between her legs must be incredibly scary and yet sexy and exciting for her. I paused again and again letting her tension abate before finally moving further and working my thumbs more deeply into her thigh muscles, now only millimeters from her virginal vagina. The desire to move my mouth downwards and taste her juices was almost irresistible. Stephanie’s “oohs” and “ahhs” were now much deeper and throatier and I knew my massage had had its intended effect. In fact her bikini was dry now and I was sure I could detect a wet spot by her vagina lips. My cock and my self-restraint could not handle much more so I slapped her firmly on the butt and said,

“Massage over young lady, lunch time.”

The butt smack shocked Stephanie from her sleepy and horny reverie and she suddenly lifted her forearms up off the lounge chair, supporting herself on her elbows and thereby giving me a complete and unimpeded view of her perfectly formed teen breasts, incredibly firm and rounded with tiny pink nipples and areoles. I had never seen a pair of breasts this perfect in my life. I was awestruck. She quickly realized what she had done and a grin covered her face as she collapsed back on the lounge chair to cover her breasts and reached back to tie her top. I nonchalantly and quickly walked to the barbeque to keep my cock under control and pretended I had seen nothing. The rest of the day was fantastic and that night I stroked my cock and masturbated with the vision of her perfect breasts dancing in my head. All of the teasing and coy behavior had built up a huge load and the release was fantastic.

We were home one evening a few days later and Stephanie said she wanted to ask me a favor. I said, sure, shoot! She said she was really reluctant because I had already done so much for her. I told her it was nothing and that I really enjoyed having her company and hoped she was enjoying her summer. When I finally relaxed her enough she blurted out that her company was booking a club in San Jose and having a party and she didn’t have a date and would I mind being her date? I’m sure my mouth was hanging open and I must have looked like a deer in the headlights. I explained to her that I was much too old for her and that perhaps she could get one of the other interns or young workers from the company to be her date. She told me that the other interns were “gross” and that she didn’t have anyone else she could think of and then she looked me in the eyes and said,

“Anyways, in case you haven’t noticed, I happen to like older guys.”

Eventually I agreed to escort her to the party on the condition that we return home by her parents curfew time of 1:00 am and that she let me buy her a new dress and shoes as a present to celebrate her 18 th birthday which would be coming on Monday the following week. I explained that this way she could wear the present and get good use out of it. Needless to say she was excited and we planned a shopping trip for the coming days.

Two days later we headed to Valley Fair Mall to pick out Stephanie’s outfit for the party. She wore her black jeans that were spray painted on her butt and a white linen top that was cropped and tied in a knot just below her bust line leaving her midriff tanned and exposed. As we walked she hooked her arm in mine and made me watch as she tried on dress after dress. While some men may find this tedious, to have a young sexy woman performing a personal beauty parade for you was extremely arousing and my cock was definitely not behaving itself. Everything she tried on looked stunning given her perfect tight body and I was hard pressed to recommend one dress over another.

Finally Stephanie selected a body hugging little black dress from Bebe that had spaghetti straps and a bare back scooped down to where her ass started to curve outwards. The dress was extremely sexy and quite short, stopping mid-thigh, but not too short and with her body she could certainly pull it off. She asked me if it made her look older and I assured her that she looked not a second younger than and extremely stunning 23 (picking an age I thought she would find acceptable—not too old, not too young). Stephanie grinned and then the sales lady found her a nice pair of black patent heels that added about an inch and a half to her height. Now she was grinning from ear to ear.

“My first pair of heels!! Oh my god, thank you Rob. My Mom would kill me if she saw that dress and she would kill me again if she knew I got heels.”

Stephanie giggled and gave me a short little hug of thanks. During our shopping I had also admonished her, no more calling me “Uncle Rob” if I am going to be your escort to this party. I told her it would make me feel like a dinosaur. Without any seeming effort on her part she effortlessly shifted to calling me “Rob”. Back out in the mall she looked up at me with her big brown eyes and said,

“Uh, Rob, the dress is spaghetti strap so I need some special under-things if you know what I mean and probably some stockings.”

She blushed a bit red. We happened to be passing Victoria’s Secret heading back to the car, so I paused and said,

“Well, here’s the perfect place. You go in and phone me when you have everything ready and I’ll come in and pay. Go wild, it’s your birthday!”

Stephanie looked at me and asked if I was sure that was “OK” and I assured her it was. She then exclaimed that her Mom would “murder” her if she knew how much fun she was having. And then I headed off to do some window-shopping, forcing myself with the ultimate willpower to leave Stephanie alone while my brain really wanted to stay and see what she had selected at Victoria’s Secret.

On Friday evening we got ready for the party. I put on a nice pair of grey slacks and a blazer. I came down at 7:00 and waited by the car. Stephanie walked out of the guesthouse and I was stunned. The black backless dress, the black stockings, the patent leather heels, her little black clutch bag, the total effect was sexy and sophisticated. I was enveloped in silence and could hear only her heels clicking on the deck stones as she approached me. She certainly didn’t look like a soon to be 18, she looked more like an extremely sexy 22 or 23. Her hair was curled loosely and clipped at the back with a large black and silver hair clip, tumbling to frame her radiant face and she had a velvet choker with a tiny silver heart on it around her neck. Her ears were adorned with perfect small silver earrings. Stephanie had used more make-up and her eyes and face were lit up with anticipation and excitement that was palpable. She reached out her left hand to me and struck a little pose,

“So, how do I look? Acceptable?”

I almost choked on my words.

“Acceptable? You look incredible Stephanie. I’m sure you will be the most stunning woman at the party.”

She giggled and slid into the car, swinging her legs together in an elegant motion into the bucket seat. Turning her head towards me she replied,

“Well, I know I’ll have the most handsome date.”

I think this time I may have blushed and my head was spinning a bit as I could feel I was losing control with her cock-teasing rising to ever increasing levels.

The party went off pretty well as far as office parties go with about 300 people jammed into the club. We mingled and I met some of Stephanie’s colleagues and I could tell she was showing me off to the other young female workers. I let her have three glasses of champagne and we danced a few dances and the DJ was pretty good. Towards midnight she insisted on trying a Red Bull and vodka since everyone was starting to get pretty rowdy and blasted and she had never had one. I made sure that I stuck to coke since I was driving. Just before midnight the DJ switched to slow songs and Stephanie pulled me onto the dance floor and before I could protest she had her tousled head of hair resting on my chest, her arms draped around my neck and was pressing her warm body into mine. The dance seemed to last forever and my cock was ram rode straight by the end, pressing against her pelvis. Her perfume wafted into my nose and my hands had no option given the backless dress other than to rest on her bare skin just above her butt. I had just enough self-control to resist letting my hands stray in the darkness and pressed bodies on the dance floor. I wanted more than anything to let my hands slip lower, to slide under her dress and grip her hard rounded bum.

When the dance ended I pulled myself away from her hot body and let her make her rounds to say “bye” to her work colleagues and then hustled her to the car so we could head home. Back at the house I walked Stephanie to the door of the guesthouse since it was very dark and she was a little tipsy from her new experiment with alcohol. I had to hold her by the waist as we walked to keep her steady. At the door I was about to leave when she looked at me with pouting lips and big saucer eyes,

“Don’t gentlemen give their date a kiss goodnight?”

More cock teasing from the little vixen. I put my hands on her waist as she turned her cheek to me and I leaned forward to give her a peck on the cheek. As I leaned forward Stephanie leaned her body into mine. At the last second, when my lips were about to touch her cheek, she moved her head to the left and instead of meeting a cheek my lips met her very warm, very moist, very soft and very passionate lips. Stephanie’s arms pulled me strongly towards her and I was caught off balance as the kiss I had expected to be a chaste kiss on the cheek turned into a passionate open mouth kiss of incredible sexual intensity. I felt tingles shooting through my cock and it pulsed with engorged blood and my mouth instinctively opened to receive her timidly probing tongue that was penetrating tentatively into my mouth. My arms, also seemingly beyond my control, reciprocated and pulled her body into mine; the feel of her breasts, her hair, the scent of her perfume all mingled to intoxicate me. My cock that for so long had only felt only the touch of my hand now enjoyed the feeling of a firm feminine body pressed against its length. The feeling, so long absent, had my cock tingling and pulsing and wanting more. I desperately wanted to take her now, but I knew that was impossible. Her hips, now grinding against me, told me she may be young, but she was horny and ready. What should I do? With all the willpower left in me I pulled her away. Breathless, she looked up at me with her big mischievous eyes, “Rob, that was just a perfect end to a perfect night.” To be continued

“She is a good trip, so trippy when she is dripping with my lips in my fantasies..”

Drip your lips over here my sweet girl and sweeten up my whole world - eUë

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Kinda wanna write out some fantasies of mine for this blog…would any of you read them?

temptingdominance:

Dear Submissives

Can you please for for the love of god stop paying attention to that bullshit on Tumblr that tells you that you’re supposed to be a worthless object? You do realize that everybody who is spouting off about that crap doesn’t put their face or their address online?

BECAUSE IT ISN’T REAL!

You’re not going to spend your life in a basement serving somebody. It’s a fucking fantasy. And it bullshit like this that destroys the positive and meaningful interactions with in BDSM.

No one is dominant or submissive 100% of the time. It’s not possible. We’re human beings. We need to rest. We need to rejuvenate. Yeah you can have a hot session that goes on for a full weekend. You can embrace every bit of who you are as a dominant or submissive. But there’s always a break.

And if you haven’t figured this out, real dominant men provide Aftercare and take of their boys. Full stop. It’s not even a question. If somebody is going to put you through an intense situation and can’t even fucking bother holding onto you and caressing you to let you calm down, they’re just a piece of shit. There is something psychologically wrong with them and you shouldn’t be around them in the first place.

Let’s address this Alpha bullshit. No one is better than somebody else. No person is ordained as this creature that is meant to be superior to others. If someone honestly believes that they are better than someone else on purely a basis of humanity, they are most likely a very sad individual. They never achieved anything meaningful. Maybe one day they started going to the gym and realized that someone was attracted to them and then they could exert their low self-esteem on another. I can’t fucking stand people like this. And they spout their bullshit all over the internet.

And here’s the simple truth to all of this, you may read this right now and think that I’m completely wrong. But as soon as the fantasy wears off, you will start to realize that a good man is far better than anything that this fantasy world could ever provide.

So please wake the fuck up. Believe in yourself. Know that you don’t deserve to be treated like crap. Submission is a gift. The dominant has to be worthy of it. You make that determination – not them.

Stand up for yourself. I believe in you. Look past the bullshit.

Sincerely,

A good dominant man that’s tired of seeing people abused.

*serious face*

I know we all have a lot of fun around here, but its imortant from time to time to check in with the EB crew and make sure everyone is singing from the same hymnsheet - we’re all having fun here with the fantasy but it’s important to remember that it is fantasy and when the fun stops, stop.

Love and respect to all our embarrassed boys!

a girl i used to be friends with years ago is going through her transition to become a man. she’s been on the hormones for 6 months now and she looks great. his muscles are defined, his arms are very muscular, and he even has that pelvic v thing going on. i can’t stop fantasizing over him. i’m extremely turned on over the thought of him looking so much like an attractive man, but still having a vagina. i’ve always wanted to trib with another girl, or at least eat a pussy. i feel like that’s a perfect opportunity…. sometimes i feel like having a boyfriend is really stunting my sexual fantasies…