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The Mandy Chronicles Ch. 01

By: Scorpius1945



Chapter 1: Mandy finds her man 

Author's note:

This story is fiction; all characters and situations are fictional and any relationship they may bear to any living or dead person is purely coincidental.

The practices and behaviors of people in this story are not meant as examples for real life and are neither recommended nor necessarily condoned by the author.

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I lay on the bed, flat on my back, panting hard. My mouth and throat were dry from over-breathing; my body felt relaxed and gloriously awake, my pussy tingled. I gazed into the two pairs of eyes looking down at me with love, both faces smiling as they watched my response, waiting for my reactions. I focused on Brian, his lithe tanned body leaning towards me as he squatted on the bed, his semi-hard cock glistening with our combined juices.

"Oh Brian, that was wonderful," I managed at last between gasps. "I never knew sex would be so fantastic."

Brian smiled and bent to give me yet another kiss on the lips, wordlessly. I changed my focus, gazing at the other pair of eyes, upside down above my face.

"Thank you too, Tracy, you punished my tits so wonderfully," I said to Brian's girlfriend as she smiled at me. She mouthed a kiss to me.

Slowly my breathing eased as I recalled the memory of how this situation had developed. Yesterday (was it really only yesterday?) I had my 18th birthday. I hate parties, probably the only teen in the world who does, so decided to just have a few friends around. There were about fifteen of us, sitting around, listening to music, having a few drinks and talking about our lives so far. Those who were over 18 talked about their 18th parties, others about how they intended to mark their milestone in the next couple of years. 

By midnight everyone had gone except Brian and Tracy. They didn't go because it was their house in which the party was held. Over the next hour the topic of conversation turned to sex. Brian and Tracy had been an item for nearly a year and described the great sexy sessions they had together. Instead of the normal sexual relations in which orgasm seemed to be the goal, they were into tantric sex, in which giving your partner pleasure over an extended period of time was the ultimate aim. Being young, fit and healthy they avoided some of the more extreme practices of orgasm denial for extended periods of time and both enjoyed multiple orgasms during each session. They also commented that they enjoyed sexual relationships with other people, both as a couple and separately. The upshot of this conversation was that Brian asked me if I was still a virgin, to which I replied truthfully that I was. He then asked if I'd like to remedy that situation and after a few moments thought I agreed. The rest, as they say, is history.

Brian, Tracy and I retired to the bedroom and Brian and Tracy stripped me. I was really nervous and embarrassed to begin with and even Brian reminder that we'd seen each other naked many times because we were brother and sister was no reassurance. However, once I was on the bed and both Brian and Tracy began caressing me and arousing me, I lost all sense of embarrassment and responded in kind. Very soon my pussy was drooling, as was Brian's cock, and he lay me gently on the bed and slowly entered me. The feeling was amazing, far better than the tampons that had been in there before. As he began to move slowly and gently inside my love tunnel, the thought of pregnancy occurred to me. It was only a couple of days before my next period was due so I considered it to be a slight risk only, well worth while taking to feel the delicious skin-to-skin contact of his rampant cock inside me.

Tracy knelt behind my head, her drooling pussy only inches from me as she leant forward and cupped, then caressed my tits. Gradually she increased the stimulation and began squeezing and pulling on my nipples, which rapidly engorged and became ultra-sensitive. It took very little time before I was responding to these two centers of stimulation, writhing on the bed as the sensations became stronger, the waves of sexual ecstasy washing through my body, causing the soles of my feet to tingle, my head rolling from side to side as my two lovers took me to ever higher levels of pleasure.

My orgasm crept up on me unnoticed, probably due to lack of prior experience. I felt like I needed to pee, then a crashingly intense sensation washed over me, causing me to scream at the same time as I felt in a dim recess of my mind Brian's hot cum squirting into my pussy. I writhed uncontrollably beneath Brian's body and he lay on me, deeply engrossed in his own orgasm. Tracy bent forward and kissed my nipples, then she and Brian shared a kiss.

Gradually I came back to reality, panting, hoarse, dry-mouthed. Brian withdrew from me and crouched between my wide-spread legs, gazing at me lovingly. I shook my head, trying to clear it from the remnants of the endorphins from my orgasm.

"I need to cum," said Tracy to neither of us in particular, "Feel like an all-girl session?" she asked me.

"I-I don't know," I replied, "I've never had any sort of session until just now. I guess if you want to teach me I'm a keen student."

Tracy leapt off the bed and went to a dresser where she pulled something from a drawer. She approached me with what looked like a long thick sausage with one end rounded and looking vaguely like a man's cock, and the other with some straps attached.

"You seen one of these before?"

"No, never," I replied, "What's it for?"

I had a fairly good idea what it would be for but needed to check.

"It's a strap on dildo. Brian's cock's useless for a while as you've taken all his starch, so I want you to fuck me with this. So if you stand up I'll fit it to you."

I rolled off the bed and stood up, my legs still feeling weak, and Tracy quickly and expertly strapped the dildo around my hips. I noticed there was a pad that pressed firmly against my pubic bone just above my clit and felt really nice.

"Now, I want you to do me doggie style," Tracy instructed me as she positioned herself on all fours on the bed, head low and ass high in the air. "Just kneel behind me and wriggle forward until you can slip the end of the dildo into my cunt."

I did this and found it slid in easily as Tracy was very wet. I pressed forwards, pushing the rubber cock into her until I felt some resistance.

"That's far enough at present. Soon you'll be able to push it in further once my cunt relaxes. Now, fuck me with it."

I started slowly fucking her, pushing in, pulling out, feeling the way in which the dildo pressed against my clit, giving me a burst of pleasure each time I pushed in. I sped up, pushed a little harder, feeling Tracy respond. I held her hips for more leverage and watched as Brian knelt on the bed, a knee each side of her head as he reached around her and caressed her tits, as she had done for me. Tracy began humping backwards at me, clearly wanting more. I gave it to her, pressing harder, feeling my clit respond as the pressure came and went. I felt I was getting close to cumming and hoped that Tracy was also. The whole scene was clearly having its effect on Brian whose cock now stood to attention once again.

A few moments later and it was all over. Tracy came hard, I also came from the clit stimulation and we both collapsed sideways onto the bed, panting hard. I made a resolution to increase my fitness so I could enjoy longer and more intense sex sessions, thinking also that sex was probably one of the best exercises there was. Eventually Tracy moved away from me, removing the dildo from her hole, then unstrapping it from me.

"I think Brian has another present for you," she whispered in my ear.

I looked at his grinning face and knew she was right. 

"Make like a bitch in heat, bitch," he growled.

I took up Tracy's previous position and felt Brian move behind me and impale me on his rigid cock. There was nothing gentle or tantric about this sex - it was a straight out slam dunk fuck. I stayed with him as he fucked me hard, pressing the head of his cock against the end of my cunt repeatedly as he reached around me and squeezed and pulled my clit, causing a combination of pain and pleasure. I felt Tracy's hand between his legs, pulling his balls downwards and squeezing them to prolong his endurance. 

In a relatively short time it was over and I felt Brian deposit his second load of incestuous cum deep within me as I went over the top and came hard, my second time ever on a cock. He stayed inside me for a short time, enjoying the sensation of his sister's cunt enveloping his cock.

"You don't know how long I've fantasized about this," he whispered in my ear, "For several years now I've dreamed of fucking your nubile young body, but now, it seems my dream's come true and the reality is far better than the dream."

I turned sideways and gave him a deep sexy kiss, then he withdrew and we all lay on the bed, pulled a blanket over ourselves, cuddled together and slept.

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The sun shone down on my almost naked body as I lay on a recliner on the beach, working on my tan and surreptitiously watching others from behind my shades. It was eight months since I lost my virginity. I'd tried for a replay of that night but was told in no uncertain terms that before either Brian or Tracy would consider it again, I needed to find a man of my own. How did I do that? Where did I go to find someone for a friend and lover?

The obvious answers were dating websites online, so I wrote my profile and received many replies. After sorting out the obvious sleaze balls, I agreed to meet several men in public cafés, but was disappointed. Almost all of them were in a relationship and wanted a bit on the side. At that time, that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted a man who was all mine, someone to come home to at night, someone who was there for me, not having to dash off and placate a suspicious wife or partner. What was wrong with the world that so many men felt they needed to cheat on their partner?

However, I was horny. That night with Brian and Tracy had awakened a part of me that I hadn't known existed and I liked that part. But it needed feeding. I began masturbating, daily at first, then gradually more frequently. I got contraceptive advice and went on a system that completely prevented periods, meaning that I was always available. If anything, this medication made me feel hornier until I would use sex toys frequently, often spending the day with something inside me, impatiently waiting till evening when I could arouse myself manually to orgasm several times. Clearly I had become a nymphomaniac.

I had also worked hard on my fitness and health, joining a gym, running increasingly long distances, toning my body, sunbathing on my secluded patio naked and at the beach in my tiny bikini. I upgraded my wardrobe, tossing out all the non-sexy clothing and only buying and wearing clothing that showed off my body, emphasizing my tits, legs, ass and pussy. I had also had my pussy waxed, leaving only a small tuft of hair immediately above my clit.

But none of this solved my problem of being alone and finding a caring boyfriend who would be devoted to only me. Maybe I simply set my standard too high. Maybe I needed to redesign the paradigm. There were lots of very desirable men around. I saw a great many every day, many of whom I would gladly go to bed with, so perhaps that was what I needed to focus on. After all, there really was no need to have one steady boyfriend to the exclusion of all others, was there? I considered Brian and Tracy; they were a couple but they didn't only have sex and sleep with each other. They brought other people to their bed and visited other people's beds, both together and separately, so what was holding me back?

"Do you want to be alone by choice or are you waiting for someone?"

The gentle, manly voice awoke me from my self-pitying train of thought. I opened my eyes and focussed on a tall well-built man of probably about 30, wearing brief swimming shorts which showed a nice bulge in front, who was standing looking down at me. I gestured to the vacant area of towel alongside me.

"Neither, unless you're the person I'm waiting for," I replied.

He sat on the towel.

"I'm Stan," he introduced himself.

"Hi, Stan, I'm Mandy," I replied.

We shook hands formally and incongruously.

"Great day," he began, "You from around here?"

"Yes, I live a few blocks from the beach. You?"

"Nah, not that lucky, I'm just visiting for a few days on my own then my wife's joining me for another week together."

I chewed this over in my mind for a few seconds, wondering what to do, what I wanted, how I should approach this situation. Was it an opportunity, the answer to an unspoken prayer? Or was it a minefield destined to lead to heartache and disappointment? What the hell, I thought, I'm despondent enough - a bit more won't even be noticed.

"So would your wife approve of you chatting up nearly naked girls on the beach while she's not here?"

He laughed, a gentle natural sound she decided.

"Well, I'm sure she wouldn't be overjoyed, but certainly she likes me to be happy. We have a reasonably open marriage and are very truthful to each other about ourselves."

"Oh, that sounds an interesting relationship," I replied, propping myself up on my elbows to get a better look at him.

"Yes, it is. How about you?"

"I'm single and not in a relationship, but I wish I was."

Why did I have to say that? I don't want to scare him away, but I really do have to let him know I'm available, but I seem to be throwing myself at him, blinded by my neediness. Oh well, what happens, happens.

"So how can a gorgeous chick like you be single? Are you gay or something?"

I remembered fucking Tracy with her dildo. It had been enjoyable, but certainly not as enjoyable as Brian fucking me. I might be bi, but certainly wasn't gay, yet, I added for myself. I laughed.

"No, I'm not gay. I guess I'm just inexperienced and really have little idea of how to pick up a guy. Maybe shy would be a better description."

"Yeah, it's hard these days with all the perverts online and never really knowing how a person will respond. There's so much lying that it must make it hard. I'm so grateful for Gloria, my wife, as that allows us to have sexual experiences with other couples, which saves all the angst and heartbreak that you must feel."

How had this conversation gone from a 'Hi' to talk of sex so quickly, I wondered? Oh well, if it was Ok for him, it was Ok for me. Let's see how he reacts to my next statement.

"Yes, I certainly feel that but even more than that I feel really horny all the time and apart from masturbation, which doesn't seem to last, I have no way of relieving it."

Omg, did I really say that? What will he think? I watched his face, which showed a warm loving smile.

"Yes, that could certainly be a problem. I think I know a possible solution, however. Would you like to come to my cabana and we could discuss this in greater depth?"

Shit, now I'd done it. How to get out of this one and still remain on speaking terms? Then I realized that this was the very invitation I'd been seeking and it was only my old self that was now trying to reject what I had been offered. Geez people are complex, especially me. I smiled in what I hoped was a welcoming smile.

"That sounds like an excellent idea. I've also been cooking for long enough so some time out of the sun would be wonderful. Lead on."

Now it was his turn to be taken aback. Perhaps I was too forward? Perhaps I was supposed to play hard to get and not surrender myself so quickly. These games were too complex, too new. However, he visibly recovered, stood and offered me his hand. As well as the hand I noticed that the bulge was now considerably larger. I mentally hugged myself; satisfaction may be close at hand.

We strolled hand in hand towards the buildings, chatting amiably about inconsequential things. We crossed the road and he led me to a small and quite secluded multi-level building. We entered and climbed the stairs to the top floor, where he used a card to open the door. The unit was compact and opened onto a private deck overlooking the beach, with solid balustrades and no possibility of being overlooked by other people. He offered me a seat and asked if I'd like a drink; I chose iced water. He re-emerged with two frosted glasses of iced water and placed them on a table, then sat on the sofa beside me, letting his hand rest on my bare thigh. My instinctive reaction was to brush it off, but I restrained myself, instead placing my hand on his bare thigh. 

We sat like that quietly for a few minutes, watching the waves which were just visible over the balustrade. Eventually I asked the question I really wanted answered.

"Do you do this often? I mean, pick up a girl on the beach and take her to your apartment?"

"Hmm, sometimes, but I wouldn't say often. My wife does occasionally too, usually a guy but sometimes a girl. She's bisexual, you know."

So am I, maybe, I thought.

We chatted about home life, our history and other inconsequential things as we sipped our water and I allowed his hand to move upwards towards my pussy while mine moved slowly towards his increasing bulge, itching to pull his shorts off and caress his obviously huge cock. I figured he was equally keen to remove my bikini and see what goodies it contained. Eventually I could stand it no more.

"Hey, I wanna see your cock, you wanna see my pussy and tits, so what are we waiting for? Do you wanna strip me first or will I strip you?"

Again that flash of incredulity at my forwardness in not sticking to some unwritten rules passed over his face, but was gone in a second.

"I want to strip you," he replied, breathlessly, "Stand up, now."

Oh shit, he wants to strip me in public standing on his patio where everyone on the beach will be able to see my tits. So what, I thought carelessly, let them look. I'm proud of them. I stood, as ordered, and he also stood, moving behind me to undo my tiny top. He pulled it away from my body then came around the front and looked at my tits for a long moment.

"May I touch them?" he asked at length.

Silently I nodded assent and he reached out and cupped both breasts gently, one in each hand, caressing them, gently squeezing each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He then lowered his head and kissed, then nibbled each nipple in turn.

"Beautiful," he breathed.

He then knelt down and took the ends of the string bows that held my bikini bottoms and pulled. The bows undid slowly, the front and back fell away and the garment fell to the floor revealing my shaved pussy with its tuft of hair. He let out a low whistle as his eyes took in the sight.

"God you're beautiful," he whispered.

"I'll bet you say that to all the girls you strip," I replied. He grinned up at me.

He pushed his hands between my knees and moved them apart, causing me to spread my legs for him, then he buried his face in my crotch, his tongue licking my dripping pussy lips, tasting my juices.

"You taste delicious," he said after he came up for air.

He stood and pulled my body against his, kissing me hard on my mouth, allowing me to taste my sweet nectar on his tongue.

"My turn," I said huskily as I knelt down in front of him.

I undid the tie holding his shorts then hooked my fingers in the elastic and pulled them down to his ankles, watching his cock spring outwards and upwards as it cleared the elastic waistband. He lifted each foot in turn and I removed his shorts, then reached up and caressed his cock and balls. His cock grew even harder and was drizzling precum from the opening. I licked the precum off and stood, pressing myself against him and kissed him deeply so he could taste himself. I then knelt again and took his cock in my mouth. He felt huge.


The Mandy Chronicles Ch. 01



I had never given a guy head before and only knew about it from porn sites, so I started sucking and licking his cock as he tried to push more and more into my mouth. Eventually no more would fit and I knew I had to try to take it down my throat, so I inhaled deeply, straightened my neck as much as I could and pushed myself onto him. Immediately I began coughing and retching as my gag reflex cut in and I sat back on my heels to recover. Eventually I could speak.

"I'm sorry. I haven't done this before."

"That's fine. There's another hole I'd definitely prefer my cock to be inside, if you'd allow that."

I nodded, and he indicated I should lie on the recliner as he adjusted it to make a flat bed. I lay down, feeling the sun caress my naked body, and he knelt beside the bed, trailing his fingers over me. I reached out and began stroking his cock.

"Put it in me, please honey," I begged.

He obliged and moved to lie over me, supporting his weight on elbows and knees as he gently and smoothly inserted his huge hard cock into my sopping wet love hole. He pushed gently and it slid inside. It felt wonderful; the second cock I'd had in me and he was so much bigger than Brian. I felt his cock spreading the sides of my cunt apart and very quickly it seemed he hit bottom while still an inch protruded. He moved back and forth, slowly increasing my arousal. I felt my cunt muscles relaxing, loosening to allow easier passage of his monster, and sucked my belly upwards, trying to lengthen my cunt so I could feel his hairy pubic bone squeezing my clit.

"Push it in further, in all the way," I gasped.

He increased the pressure and I felt real pain as he pressed against the end of my cunt, but I also felt his hairs against my clit. Nearly there. I pulled him upwards, encouraging still further penetration and after several more thrusts he was seated firmly inside me, his pubic bone squeezing my clit perfectly. I hugged him and kissed him, holding him inside me to allow myself to accustom to his size. Then, after a few minutes, he began moving again, fucking me harder than I'd ever felt. I could feel my pussy lips follow his cock outwards, then be squeezed and pressed as he pushed back in. It felt so wonderfully sexy.

It took very few strokes before I was ready to cum. The sensations were just too powerful, too overwhelming. I clutched him to me and came hard against him, a high pitched scream emanating from my throat as my hips took over and fucked against him hard and fast. It was over in a few seconds and I relaxed again, then kissed him, and he resumed his previous fucking motions, building himself up towards his own orgasm. A few minutes later once again I went over the edge, stronger than the first one, tingling sensations passing through my whole body as I writhed beneath him uncontrollably, only to have him once more continue his steady fucking after I had recovered.

I came four times while he fucked me, each time stronger than the last. My last orgasm was triggered by the feel of Stan cumming deep inside me, his hot sperm passing through his cock and squirting forcefully against the end of my cunt. My body could barely cope with the sensations that this caused and I probably passed out for a few seconds, reviving to find Stan lying on my, panting from his exertions. We lay together like this for a long time, Stan still deeply embedded in me, both of us regaining our breaths. We then kissed again and rolled apart, the sun warming our bodies as it shone from a cloudless sky, the surf breaking on the beach where we had so recently met.

"Thank you, sweetheart," I said at length.

"Mmmmm, thank you too, honey. That was wonderful. God you're a sexy vixen."

I laughed. "You're pretty sexy yourself," I replied.

We stood and, remaining naked, went inside, where Stan prepared lunch for us both. Over lunch we chatted about ourselves, our hopes, dreams, aspirations, and, finally, about what he would tell Gloria and how it would affect his relationship with her. After our two hour lunch break I was starting to feel sexy once again. There's nothing like sitting naked, chatting with a nude hunk of a guy, to make a girl feel sexy. I leant over and kissed him, holding his cock with one hand.

"Feel like an encore?" I asked after we broke our kiss.

"Sure, if you want."

"I want," I replied, standing and taking his hand to lead him to the bedroom.

We made love on the bed where he fucked me doggie style, emptying his balls deep within me again. I was very pleased I was on contraceptives otherwise I was bound to get pregnant with all the sperm inside me. This time he massaged my tits and squeezed my nipples just as I liked it and he made me cum three times before he eventually filled my cunt with his juice.

We lay side by side afterwards, kissing and caressing, both sated at last. 

"Why don't you come and stay with me until Gloria arrives?" he asked.

I mentally reviewed what I had to do during the next few days - nothing that couldn't be put off. I'd locked the house, wasn't expecting anyone, often ignored phone calls so they weren't an issue.

"Ok," I replied, "I'm here, I'll stay. Ok with you?"

His jaw dropped open. "You mean you'll stay here, now, just like that?"

"Yes, just like this, with a bikini for clothing, otherwise naked. Suit you?"

"Yes, I guess so," he replied, still dumbstruck by my rapid decision, as was I. I didn't do things on the spur of the moment like this, did I?

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The next few days passed quickly, a glorious time of lovemaking that will forever be engraved in our memories. Finally the day came when Gloria was due to arrive. We made love together for a long time that morning, a poignant time of love and reflection, the joy of our lovemaking tinged with regret for its brevity. While we both knew that it was quite possible we could continue as lovers, including Gloria in our future couplings, we also knew that that our initial time of making love together had ended. 

Stan collected his wife from the airport mid-afternoon, giving him time on the drive home to break the ice about his infidelity and about my presence at his cabana. When they arrived I was concerned at what reception I could expect from a possibly irate wife. After all, it's not every day that a wife gets to meet her husband's lover, so I had no idea how she would react. While Stan had mentioned threesomes and moresomes, even he hadn't known what Gloria's reaction would be to my presence.

When they walked in the door I was waiting for them in the lounge, dressed still in my brief bikini, the only clothing I possessed as I had not yet returned home. Stan entered first, carrying Gloria's case, and was followed by his wife, a tall brunette, shorter than him and about my height and build. She was older than me, with a great figure, generous breasts and hips, and excellent sexy legs judging from what I saw under her short skirt.

"Darling, this is Mandy," Stan introduced me, "And Mandy, this is my wife Gloria."

Gloria came forward and stuck out her hand.

"Pleased to meet you," she said in a quiet voice, "And I do mean that, I am pleased to meet the woman who's been keeping my husband happy while I've been away."

Whew, I thought, at least she wasn't a screaming dervish wanting to tear my eyes and hair out.

"Yes, and I'm very pleased to meet you, Gloria," I responded, "Stan has told me a lot about you and I know he hoped we would get on well together."

"Yes, well he would, wouldn't he? He's a man and the thought of two beautiful women in bed ready to ravish him is every man's dream, isn't it? I'm sure we'll get on just fine." 

Gloria smiled at me warmly and I saw Stan also smiling over her shoulder before he turned away and made three cool drinks. Gloria and I sat on the couch while Stan took a chair.

"So are you going for a swim or have you just been?" asked Gloria, looking pointedly at my revealing bikini.

"Well, actually we met on the beach and I haven't been home to collect any other clothes," I replied.

"So you've been wearing this since you came here?"

"Well, no," I replied, determined to be truthful, "Most of the time we've both been naked. I'm just wearing it for you, really."

Gloria gave Stan a hard glance, before replying silkily.

"Well then, don't let me stop you. You'd better take it off again so I can really see what Stan's been enjoying while I've been away."

How should I respond to that, I wondered. I thought quickly; what should a sexy mistress say to a betrayed wife? 

"If it's Ok with you, I'd love to be naked thanks. Why don't you get out of your heavy clothing as well? You'll be cooler and I'll also get to admire Stan's choice of a wife."

I knew I was pushing the limits, but what did I have to lose? Stan was hers, not mine. I was the interloper here so really I had very little if anything to lose.

Gloria's jaw dropped for a second before she thought how to reply. Then she stood up. Held out her hand to me, and helped me to my feet. She spun me around, grabbing the tie for my top and allowing my body motion to undo the flimsy top which she deftly removed over my head as I finished my spin to face her again.

"Hmmm, nice tits," she complimented, "Not as big as mine but they'll grow as you become older."

While she was speaking her hands had slipped to my hips and now pulled my bikini bottom ties, allowing the fabric to fall, then as I moved slightly, it came away from my pussy and hit the floor between my feet. She immediately cupped my pussy with one hand, a breast with the other and gave me a full, open-mouthed kiss on my lips.

"Mmmm, very nice," she said after she freed my lips, "Stan still has great taste when it comes to young girls. He likes shaved pussies too. I can see why he raved about you. I like shaved pussies as well," she grinned at me, "No hairs between my teeth. Now, darling, strip me."

I realized that she was serious and remembered that Stan had told me she was bi. Oh well, at least she wasn't my first woman lover, just my second. I began undoing the buttons of her top and then went behind her and removed it from her arms and shoulders. I then unfastened her bra and turned her so I could remove that, cupping her firm voluptuous breasts with my hands. Stan must love them, I thought. I undid her skirt waistband and zip and it dropped to the floor, revealing Gloria standing in charcoal stockings, held up with a suspender belt and nothing more. Oooo, no panties, I thought. I reached down to unclip the stockings but she brushed my hand aside.

"Leave them," she murmured. "Come to bed with me. Now."

She took my hand and led me into the bedroom where Stan and I had spent happy hours making love. She pushed me down onto the bed onto my back and knelt between my legs, pushing them apart with her knees until we were both spread widely. I noticed that Stan had come in from the lounge and was busy removing his clothing.

Gloria began kissing, then licking and finally nibbling on my nipples and massaging my small breasts while she let her nipples trace patterns across my abdomen. I knew my nipples were erect and guessed hers were as well. Then I felt her fingers on my pussy, kneading, caressing, thrusting. I watched Stan behind her, massaging her pussy and ass that were raised in the air for his attention. As I watched him rub his hard cock against her love trench I felt her push her finger into my cunt, move it around a little to spread my copious juices, then add a second finger, then a third. She began pushing and pulling, spreading her fingers, spreading me wider as she continued her oral stimulation of my breasts. Then her thumb began caressing my clit, around and around. Oooo, the sensations were fantastic. I felt fluttering in my stomach and knew I was well on the way to cumming. I reached down and began caressing her breasts and nipples, squeezing her nipples as she continued to massage my cunt and clit with her hand. I was close, so close, a bit more, yes, yes, yesssss. I came hard on her fingers, feeling my cunt muscles contract around them as she maintained her massage without let up. Ohhh, it was good, soooo, good. I felt my hips bucking beneath her, her hand moving to maintain her contact and rhythm, her thumb continuing its regular massage of my clit. My sensations eased, allowing me to breathe deeply to replenish my air supply. Still she continued and once again, despite having just cum, my body responded and approached another orgasm. Oooohhhh, it was so wonderful. Nobody had ever made love to me like this before. I was almost there again, nearly, close, closer.

"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as my body went into uncontrollable convulsions, my hips thrashing about, finally working their way free of her invading fingers.

My orgasm lasted a long time, forever, it seemed, and then slowly I came back to earth and opened my eyes. Gloria was deeply impaled on Stan's hard cock as he fucked her doggie style, just as he had me on several occasions. Gloria's breasts were moving back and forth in time with their rhythm. I reached up and held her breasts, squeezing her nipples between thumb and forefinger, moving my hands back and forth with their rhythm. After another few moments she groaned and increased the speed of her movements, then arched her back and literally howled like a bitch in heat as she came hard. Stan continued fucking her while her orgasm lasted, then they both collapsed on top of me.

Ooof. The air was pushed from my lungs with their combined weight and I had great difficulty breathing for a few seconds until they relaxed and I was able to wriggle a bit and take a few short breaths. Stan pulled out of Gloria, and Gloria rolled off me, allowing me to breathe deeply again. Gloria looked sideways at me.

"You'll do," she said with a grin. "Welcome aboard, at least for a while." I simply smiled back at her, still breathless and also at a loss for something to say. What do you say to your boyfriend's wife after she's just finger fucked you and then accepted you into the threesome? She looked at Stan.

"You didn't cum in me, did you?" she asked.

"No, I didn't."

"So this little slut's taken all your cum. Well, she can take some more. Fuck her while I watch and make sure you cum in her good."

Gloria moved away a little further and Stan moved between my legs, his still rigid cock feeling for its familiar hole, his heavy cum-filled balls gently bouncing against my pussy. His cockhead found the well-lubricated and wide open aperture and slid inside to the end, his pubic bone squeezing my clit just as I liked. I'd cum twice a few minutes ago yet I was hungry for more and his urgent thrusts were sending wonderfully familiar sensations throughout my body. I felt my hands and feet tingling as he fucked me forcefully, pushing me back and forth on the bed. I felt Gloria's hands on my tits, squeezing them, massaging them deeply, twisting and squeezing my nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I was on the slope, climbing, almost there when I felt Stan spurt his cum deep inside me, the force and heat sending me to heaven. My hips had a mind of their own, thrusting and writhing under Stan's weight as I came harder than any time before. I was gasping for breath, my lungs unable to supply the needs of my body as every muscle, every cell tensed and released, over and over until I could stand no more, then blessed oblivion.

As I regained consciousness I became aware that Stan was still deep inside me and Gloria was caressing my breasts. I must have only fainted for a few seconds because I could still feel the orgasmic sensations moving through my body as it again settled back to normal. What an orgasm, I thought.

"Hmmm, so you can cum in your little whore but not in your wife," said Gloria scathingly to Stan. "I think that calls for some punishment, don't you?"

"Y-yes, Mistress," Stan replied deferentially, "Whatever you say, Mistress."

This was a side of the relationship I had neither seen nor expected. Gloria struck him hard on his ass with her hand.

"Get your cock out of her and prepare yourself for punishment," she commanded.

Stan withdrew quickly and washed himself in the ensuite bathroom, then returned holding a leather belt, knelt on the floor and lay his upper body forward on the bed alongside me. Gloria looked at me, grinned and winked. This was obviously a game they had played before.

"How many times did you fuck her while I was away?" asked Gloria.

"I don't know mistress."

"Let's say it was about 20 times, or 25 for good measure. That's 25 swats on the ass with this belt. Here comes the first."

Gloria used her size and muscular body to apply 25 hard strokes of the belt onto Stan's bare ass. By the end he was sobbing for mercy and his ass glowed like a red neon sign. But Gloria wasn't finished. She went to the side table drawer and pulled out a wire cage.

"Lie on your back on the bed," she commanded.

Stan quickly moved to obey. Gloria took hold of his now shrivelled manhood and lifted it upward.

"This little toy's all worn out anyway," she said, "He's no good for anything for a while."

As I continued to watch this scene play out, Gloria eased Stan's cock and balls into the wire cage then closed it, making sure no skin was pinched. She then tightened the band at the base so it could not be removed over his balls, then locked it in place, hanging the key around her neck on a light chain.

"That should keep you out of mischief. Perhaps I should do this before I go away on another trip."

"If you wish, Mistress," Stan replied.

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That evening Gloria sent Stan to bed early while she and I sat in the lounge with a bottle of wine. We discussed our lives and particularly our experiences with men. Gloria was far more experienced that I was, fairly obviously, and I was enthralled as she described their polyamorous relationships with men, women and couples. Eventually she asked me if I enjoyed making love with a woman.

"I prefer men but I just adore sex with anyone."

"Yes, I thought that might be the case. I'm pretty much the same. I need to cum several times a day or I become grumpy and irritable. Poor Stan can't keep up with me, so I often lock him up, as I have now, and give him a few days off to recover. The cage is more to keep me out than him in."

"So how would you be with a chastity belt?"

"Ugh! That would be real torture. While his cage keeps me away from him, it still lets me get relief when I need it."

As we were talking I began feeling sexy again and judging by the way Gloria was stroking my shoulder, probably unconsciously, she was also. Time to up the ante, I thought.

"So what sort of toys do you use to pleasure yourself?" I asked, hoping it would be taken as an innocent question.

"I have a drawer full at home but only a few of my favorites here. Come."

She took me by the hand and led me to the laundry, where she opened a cupboard and took out a cardboard box. She returned with it and placed it open on the table in the living area. I looked inside and saw several items, some of which looked like cocks but others whose use I couldn't even imagine.

"Do you want to try some?" asked Gloria.

"Oh yes please," I replied, feeling sexier by the second.

"Right, time we stripped off then."

Suiting action to words she slipped out of her clothing, this time removing her suspender belt and stockings.

"Why did you leave your belt and stockings on before?" I asked.

"Because it turns men on for some reason. If he didn't cum in me when I was wearing those you must have really worn him out before I arrived."

"Yes, I guess I did. We had sex probably about six to seven times a day for three days."

"No wonder he was dry. I'm amazed he could cum at all. Just shows how sexy he finds you. Anyway, try this device."




The Mandy Chronicles Ch. 01



Gloria gave me a small curved device with a couple of buttons. I pressed one button and nothing happened, then pressed the other and it began vibrating. The more I pressed it the faster it became, then pressing the other button slowed it down.

"That's a Lelo clit vibrator, very small, very quiet and very effective. I've made a crotch strap for it so I can wear it under my clothing." Gloria pulled out a strappy thing and fitted it around my hips, then slid the Lelo into a small pocket which held it against my clit, and attached the end of the strap to the waist belt. "It's adjustable so you can move it forwards or backwards and you can also adjust the pressure." She made both adjustments. Pulling it up tight so it sat hard against my clit. "The only disadvantage is that you have to push a button on it to adjust the vibrations. I'm waiting for a remote controlled model then that will be really good. Let me start it for you."

Gloria pushed a finger down between me and the pouch and pressed the button, adjusting it for moderate vibrations. I felt it immediately on my clit, the vibes sending pulses of sensation though me. Oooohhh, it felt wonderful.

"It's awesome," I reported.

"Yeah, I thought you might like it. Then, of course, there are other devices which go inside you, like this dildo. After a while your poor cunt gets quite frustrated if you only pay attention to your clit, so you have to feed it too," she chuckled as she pulled out what looked like a soft plastic cock. She spread her legs, used a finger to spread some of her lube over the dildo and then inserted it into her cunt, pushing it steadily until it was fully inside. "The harness you're wearing holds it in while the Lelo does its thing. Unfortunately I didn't know you were coming, pun intended, or I'd have put another one in as well."

She noticed that I was beginning to become flushed and was massaging my nipples as the Lelo turned me on. Gloria sat me down in a reclining chair and turned my vibe up a little, then continued massaging my tits, squeezing my nipples deliciously. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sensations as I felt my orgasm approach. Nearly there, almost, "I'm cumming," I said quietly as waves of delicious feelings coursed through my body, emanating from my clit and going to hands, feet and everywhere in between. Slowly I relaxed as the vibrations continued, milking the last sensations and leaving me calm and euphoric.

"That was beautiful," I purred.

"Well, it sure looked good. Let's turn that vibe off and take off the harness. I think I deserve a turn."

We removed the belt and fitted it to Gloria, leaving the dildo in her cunt and turning the Lelo on to a moderate rate. Gloria immediately started shaking gently, eyes closed, concentrating on the sensations. 

"Oh, that's so nice, so wonderful, oh yes."

She continued murmuring to herself as she gradually started to move her hips in a fucking motion, rolling her head from side to side, moaning gently until she suddenly tensed and threw her head back.

"Yes, yes, yes, YES, YESSSSSS, I'M CUMMMMIMNGGGGG!" she cried as her body convulsed , then relaxed after a few seconds. 

A few seconds later it was all over, her body relaxed, and she turned off the Lelo.

"Ooohhh, how I needed that," she said.

We kissed, open-mouthed, then she took off the belt and removed the dildo.

"Do you want more?" she asked.

"Ok, I'm game if you are," I replied, not knowing what she had in mind.

Gloria pulled out several small devices.

"These are remotely controlled vibrating bullets. They're really fun, especially at parties." She held out two devices to me. "Here, you put the one that looks smooth with tapered ends into our cunt and the other one controls it." Gloria turned a switch on one tube and the bullet started vibrating. She turned it up and down, showing its different speeds.

"Go on now, push it into your cunt and then put you bikini bottoms on to hold it in if it feels like popping out. Really good for Kegel exercises as well."

I pushed the smooth plastic bullet into my pussy and it sat inside quite well, without any feeling that it would pop out again. Gloria then turned the switch again on my remote and I felt it begin to vibrate. Faster and faster she adjusted it and I felt myself moving towards yet another orgasm as she wound the vibes down until I could just feel them.

Gloria then pushed the other bullet into her pussy and handed me the remote control. I began adjusting its speed, watching Gloria to gauge her responses, then leaving it on low as she had with mine. She looked at me appraisingly.

"Good toys?" she asked.

"Absolutely," I agreed, feeling the frustratingly small sensations mine was causing. "These toys could be so frustrating and so much fun," I commented.

"Yes, absolutely. Do you feel daring?"

"Yes, why not."

"Let's go night clubbing with these in."

"But I can't go clubbing in a bikini," I protested, "Although it would be fun, I guess," I mused.

Gloria laughed. "Well, you could always borrow my clothing. We're about the same size except for our breast size, so probably I wouldn't have a bra to fit you, but you could wear your bikini top I guess." 

"Ok, you're on. What about Stan?"

Gloria snorted derisively. "After his activities he'll be out for the count. If he even does know we've gone he'll naturally assume we're picking up men. I often do that."

"Oh. You bring them back here?"

"Not usually here, but mainly at home. We have two bedrooms, one for us and one I use for conquests. It's a hobby I have, seducing men at night clubs and taking them home. I've probably been responsible for over twenty marriage breakups."

I looked at her aghast. "You mean you target married men, seduce them, carry on an affair with them until their wives find our and their marriage breaks up?"

Gloria gave me a strangely old-fashioned look. "These marriages are on the rocks long before I hook up with the men," she explained, "If the marriage was rock solid they wouldn't be at strip bars, would they? It's because their wives ignore them and don't cater to their needs that these guys go out for some vicarious thrills. Their marriages are well over by the time they meet me. I'm just the catalyst that allows them to make a clean break and move on. Very often their wives are also having affairs, so what's the big deal?" She chuckled to herself. "I've even been sent thank you cards from both the men and the wives."

I had to admit she had a point, a few good points in fact. I thought quickly; did I want to be part of this? Did I want to work with Gloria to entice men to break their marriage vows? On the surface it sounded like a lot of fun, but I had been brought up with a reasonable code of ethics, and this was definitely outside anything I'd learnt from that.

"Isn't this a form of entrapment?" I asked dubiously.

"Not really. Yes, if I picked up married guys at supermarkets or gas stations it would be, but these guys are in places where naked women are there to tempt them. They wouldn't be there if tey had good marriages."

She was right and I couldn't argue against it any more. Firstly, it sounded like too much fun, and secondly the slow vibes were getting to me and making me horny as hell.

"Ok, let's do it."

We sorted out our clothing and decided that instead of a bikini top I'd go braless in a halter necked black cocktail dress with a split down to my navel, a bare back, very tight white belt around my waist emphasizing my figure and a hemline that stopped about two inches below my pussy. I wore very brief G string panties. Gloria was dressed in a bright red dress with a scooped neck, bare back, black tight waist belt and splits up both legs from the above-knee hemline to the waist. If she spun around quickly the skirt, as it was, flew up and her garter belt and mesh stockings were visible to the world, as was her ass and pussy due to a complete lack of any panties. We each wore moderately high heeled pumps. In the mirror together we looked like any man's wet dream come true. If we couldn't pick up a few men like this, nobody could. We removed out bullets, knowing that even if we were unsuccessful in getting laid, we could return to relief from them later.

Stan was asleep and snoring as we left the cabana and headed the hundred yards or so to the nearest strip bar. The doorman on the door did a double take as we stopped outside.

"I just need to check, ladies, you're not prostitutes or anything like that, are you?"

I wondered if 'anything like that' covered seducing married men away from their careless wives, but it was Gloria who looked shocked and answered that of course were women like that, we were respectable women out for a good time. He let us in and I glanced over my shoulder and saw him gazing after us as we walked down the entrance passage.

The large room was buzzing with a crowd of mainly men who were drinking and watching the show as two lightly clad women danced on the stage. As we watched from just inside the doorway, the one with the blonde wig came down off the stage and rubbed herself against a guy dressed like a city cowboy, pressing against the bulge in his pants and whispering in his ear. He obviously did as she asked and unclipped her brief top. She held it over her breasts and supn away from him, dancing back onto the stage where, after a few seconds teasing, she removed the cups, exposing her breasts, and threw the garment backstage. There were a few wold whistles and cat calls from the audience, especially those by the catwalk who were paying attention instead of sitting chatting as they shared a drink. It appeared there was some sort of a stag party going on, as one guy was being given more than usual attention by the other stripper.

I'd never been inside a strip joint before and was taking it all in. The atmosphere was electric and if we couldn't pick up a couple of guys here then there was no hope for us. However, we had to ensure they were married guys. I suspected that anyone weari9ng a wedding ring would be married, and also many of those not wearing a ring, as they may have removed them before coming out in the usually vain hope that that could pick up someone interesting and sexy. Well, they could; we were here. We headed to the bar and sat on the high stools, exposing many of our assets due the brevity of our clothing.

It took only a couple of minutes before two guys sauntered over to the bar and sat beside us, asking us what we were drinking.

"Nothing, yet," replied Gloria, "You buying?"

They guys jumped at this opportunity, imagining they were in control and were picking us up instead of the other way around. They ordered drinks for us and them, then began chatting us up, asking names, how long we were staying here, and other safe subjects. The names they gave were Hank and Jed; I doubt they were their real names as it sounded too much like a bad western. We told them our real names as we saw no point in hiding those; we didn't have husbands who might object to cellphone calls from strange men; I didn't have a man and Stan wouldn't mind at all.

It turned out these guys were both married, and we cut short their tale of woe about how bad their married lives were. There are two sides to every story and frankly we didn't care. What was more interesting was that they were on a guys' only break while their wives were away together also. It sounded like the wives could well be up for some extramural activity as well wherever they went. 

As the night progressed, the music became louder, the acts more daring and the clientele more inebriated, our two paramours became bolder, asking us to dance, holding us close to them as they moved around the crowded floor. There were so many people there that free movement was impossible so most dancing occurred by simply juggling on one spot, which suited us just fine. As we jiggled together both Gloria and I were able to reach down and unzip our men's trousers, reaching in and caressing their hard cocks and fleshy balls. Hank, who I was dancing with, lifted my hem at the front and explored my tiny panties, insinuating his fingers inside to finger fuck my sopping pussy. As he did this I leant against him, feeling the wonderful sensations his strong fingers were creating. I could so easily just cum right there, I thought. Why not? I released his cock and placed both arms around him, laid my head on his chest. Closed my eyes and surrendered to the throbbing music, his warmth and strength and his insistent fingers inside me. It took a very short time before I came, right there on the dance floor, holding myself upright by my arms around him as my knees weakened and the sounds faded slightly. I regained my full senses and he whispered into my ear that he wanted to take me home to their hotel.

I looked around and saw Gloria in almost the same condition I was, judging by the glimpses I got of her split skirt parted by Jed's hand, and the way she was supporting herself against Jed. Carefully we made our way across the floor, avoiding other couples where possible, until we were next to them. Hank and Jed had a quick discussion and then suggested we should both go with them to their hotel room. We agreed. We stopped dancing and made out way out the door. I noticed Gloria wink at the doorman and give him an air kiss as we walked past, his eyes following us until we were out of sight around a corner. Once out of the main street Jed stopped and took Gloria in his arms, kissing her hard on the mouth. Not to be outdone, Hank and I did the same, the interlude lasting a minute or two, then they hurried us to their car. Jed drove, Hank and I sat on the back. Gloria unzipped Jed's trousers and released his hard cock, then bent down and gave him head as he drove. Hank and I wasted no time in exploring each other's genitalia, Hank wanting me to sit on his cock which I refused to do, telling him to be patient. It was only a short drive to their hotel where we parked the car in an underground carpark and travelled by elevator to their suite.

They were in a two bedroom apartment, with a queen bed in each bedroom, obviously hoping for the two spare sleeping places to be filled, as they were tonight. They poured us drinks and we reclined on the lounge couches, continuing our sex play and discussions. After a short time Jed left Gloria and came over to Hank and I.

"Swap?" asked Jed.

"Sure," replied Hank, vacating his place alongside me.

They were about the same age, had been mates for years, had married good friends, had swapped wives on occasions, although their wives didn't like that as they came from a strong religious background, and now there was hardly any sex. I could see why. I kissed Jed and together we stood and began stripping each other right there in the lounge in front of Gloria and Hank. They watched our show and once we were both naked, clapped us, then stood to put on a similar show for us while we continued to caress each other sexily. Once they were both naked, Hank asked Jed who he wanted to fuck first. I felt like I was at a cattle auction, but quickly got over it when Hank chose me. We swapped partners again and Hank led me to his room.

"One thing I insist on," I said firmly, "If you want to fuck me, and I hope you do, then you'll use a condom."

Hanks face fell slightly, but he agreed and pulled a box from the drawer. I opened the pack and pulled one onto his huge hard cock, then wet it with my mouth, then lay on the bed, legs wide apart.

"Good to go," I told him.

He wasted no time in lying on me and pushing his cock into my very wet and ready cunt. For several minutes we fucked like rabbits and then I came hard on his cock, my body convulsing after several hours of teasing build-up. Somehow he restrained himself and did not cum, but waited until I had finished, then began again, pushing into me hard, grinding his cock against my clit just as I like it best. In a few minutes he approached his orgasm and came hard. Although I missed the feeling of his cum spurting in me, the sensation was exquisite and pushed me into my second orgasm for the evening. We lay together, panting, cuddling, for a long time afterwards as his cock slowly softened. At one stage he sat up, pulled off the condom and wiped his cock, before lying down again with me. Together we slept.

Next morning I awoke and heard sounds in the next room. I reached for Hank but he was nowhere to be found, so I climbed out of bed, used the bathroom, then looked into Jed's room. Hank was fucking Gloria with Jed caressing and squeezing her ample breasts. Once he saw me though he came over and kissed me good morning.

"You want to fuck?" he asked me.

"Oh yeah," I replied, "Gotta condom?"

Jed reached into a drawer and found one, pulled it onto his hard cock and wrapped his arms around me as he lifted me and laid me on the bed alongside Hank and Gloria. He went to lie on me but I moved and pulled him down so he was flat on his back, his cock waving in the air. I straddled him and slowly eased down, his cock filling me but not quite as much as Jed had last night. As we began a slow rhythmic movement Gloria came beneath Hank, rocking the bed as she convulsed with her massive orgasm. Hank lay as still as possible on top, focussing on keeping himself in Gloria and them both on the bed. Jed and I watched the sexy scene until Gloria stopped moving and Hank could continue his movements once again. After a few minutes of fucking Jed's cock I felt that I was ready to cum as well so I sped up the tempo, leant forward a little to increase the friction against my clit and came hard, throwing my head back, pushing my breasts forward to allow Jed to twist and squeeze my nipples, I writhed in ecstasy on his hard cock. I sensed rather that saw that Hank and Gloria were watching me, just as I had watched her, then I relaxed again, my initial urgent need sated, and continued fucking Jed. 

It took several more minutes before he was ready to cum. Gloria and Hank had also timed their finale to fit with us, so when we were ready, so were they and we had a massive group cum with all four of us cumming at the same time. How we stayed on the bed I don't know; it was like being on the deck of a small boat in a typhoon. I felt Jed's hot cum squirt into me, wishing he didn't have to wear a condom, as I went to heaven and back, my body writhing and shuddering uncontrollably. I listened to Gloria's keening wail as her orgasm took over her body, as mine was doing for me, and then we all came down from our highs. Hank and I rolled off our partners and we all lay panting on the bed, side by side. Jed and I were caressing each other, as were Hank and Gloria, but as an aftermath not a prelude.

We must have been there for half an hour, just lying there, loving each other, when a cellphone rang. Hank climbed over Gloria to answer it.

"Hello, darling,"

"Yeah, Jed and I were just getting breakfast. A great day here too sweetheart."

"No, a very quiet evening, nothing much happening at all. Had a few drinks and an early night."

"Honey, of course not. You know I'd never cheat on you, sweetheart."

There was a knock on the door. Jed quickly threw on a pair of shorts and opened it. Two women stood there and once the door was open, they both stormed inside. Hank looked up from the phone call and went white. Trish turned off her phone and slapped Hank across the face, while Jessie did much the same to Jed, both women berating their husbands for being unfaithful. Gloria and I pulled the covers over ourselves and waited, thankful that the wrath of the wives was for their husbands, not us. Finally it was our turn and the two jilted lovers let rip at us, calling us home wreckers, whores, sluts and more. We tried to get a word in but no chance, so we lay there and took it, thankful that it was verbal, not physical. Finally it was over and they pulled off the covers, exposing us in all our naked glory, told us we had three minutes to dress and get out.




The Mandy Chronicles Ch. 02



Author's note:

This story is fiction; all characters and situations are fictional and any relationship they may bear to any living or dead person is purely coincidental.

This is part 2 or a series which is better understood if Part 1 is read first, but that is not essential.

The practices and behaviors of people in this story are not meant as examples for real life and are neither recommended nor necessarily condoned by the author.

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Mandy and Gloria have an interesting luncheon

I lay awake on my back, Gloria cuddled up to me on my left, her hand resting on my breast while Stan lay on my right, gently snoring. I felt sexually sated, a rare feeling for me as I seemed to need sex several times a day. For the first time in my life I felt complete, accepted into Gloria and Stan's marriage as a polyamorous partner. I had yet to find out all that meant as we'd only arrived at their - our? - home yesterday. I thought back over the past few days. 

It had been easy terminating my lease on the small cottage I had at the beach, especially as it was located really close to shops and the sea. So that hadn't been a problem. I didn't have a car so I needn't sell that; all I had was a few belongings which fitted into a moderate sized case. Stan had taken me to collect those in his beautiful Merc a few days after Gloria arrived and we'd spent the remainder of Stan and Gloria's holiday together, adjusting to each other in our new-found relationship. I had handed in my notice at the local café where I'd worked part time for a while and was now unemployed, adjusting to the feeling of being a kept woman. It appeared that Stan and Gloria were not short of money, although I hadn't pressed them to find out what Stan and maybe Gloria did for a living. Time for that later.

This had been a heavenly time for me, like a honeymoon without the formality of a wedding. Stan would wake up each morning with his big horny cock rarin' to go. Gloria told me she used to hate that time of day because all Stan wanted was sex. Gloria told me she disliked penetrative sex with men so she would do whatever she could to avoid Stan, even getting up before she wanted to and before he awoke. With me sharing their bed and feeling sexy for much of the time, I was only too pleased to accommodate Stan each morning, and, while we were all on holiday, several times each day.

Gloria, on the other hand, liked her sex in the evenings, after dinner and before a large hot bath which, she said, made her sleep well. That was a time when Stan was relaxing after his day and was about the only time of day when he didn't feel like sex, it seemed. So Gloria and I developed the habit of having a glorious romp on the bed after dinner while Stan watched television, read a book or frequently watched us as we played. I noticed that he would become hard as he watched his two sexy partners pleasure each other and usually he'd stroke his cock gently, not enough to cum though. No wonder he awoke with an erection.

During the day I would sunbathe on the beach in my tiny bikini, often with Stan and Gloria, and once we were cooked enough we'd head back to our accommodation and make love together, slowly, gently and very sensuously. I'd usually get to cum twice, once with Stan and once with Gloria, so I felt I certainly had the best of this arrangement.

All things come to an end and so it was with our holiday. Stan needed to return to work in the city so we headed back there in the Merc with all our gear. I didn't know what to expect and was very pleasantly surprised to find their house was a large separate dwelling with private manicured lawns and gardens surrounding it. A moderate sized pool sparkled in the sunshine and the water felt reasonably warm, yet cool enough to be refreshing. The surrounding area was very private so I looked forward to some nude sunbathing, something I loved doing but for which I'd rarely found a suitable location. 

Gloria escorted me to their bedroom, a huge room with a massive super king size bed which made the bed we'd slept together in at the beach seem tiny. Several rooms opened off the bedroom and Gloria showed me the ensuite bathroom, complete with large bath for her evening bathing and a triple spray shower. I imagined how it would be the three of us showering in there. She then took me into a second room, which was a walk-in wardrobe about the size of a normal bedroom. Gloria's clothes were hanging on racks and lying in drawers, but it was so huge that much of the space was unused. Gloria pointed out places I could use for my meagre supply of clothing, telling me that we would definitely need to go shopping soon.

The third room she showed me was a large office which she explained Stan used when he didn't need to go to town to his main office. That was my cue to ask what he did and was told that he was the managing director of a large manufacturing business. I was about to ask what they manufactured but Gloria hastened me out of the office and into a fourth, smaller room which had many drawers down one wall and hanging space for more clothing on two other walls. I looked at the clothing and did a double take. Omigod, it was all brief, sheer lingerie, lace up corsets, and other types of very sexy clothing along with a wide selection of toys, many of which I had no idea how to use. The selection here was far greater than in the sex shop we had visited. Before I could ask, Gloria told me that this is what Stan's company manufactured and that Gloria was one of the people who both designed and tried out the clothing and equipment.

I just gaped at her, then picked my jaw off the ground and smiled. I asked the first thing that entered my head: "Will Stan want me to try some on?" Gloria chuckled at my apparent enthusiasm, telling me that she had no doubt I would have a role to play as a trial critic and probably also as a designer. She had then asked me if I wanted to surprise Stan, to which I agreed. 

She selected two corsets and told me that Stan really likes women in tightly laced corsets and that she also found the tight lacing caused her to feel really sexy. In fact, having Stan make love to her in a tightly laced corset was about the only way she could stand him having penetrative sex with her. She told me to strip off my clothes and she'd put me into one, commenting that as we were about the same size and body shape, the corsets that were seasoned to her body would probably suit me, but I'd need to have some custom made for me soon.

The garment selected for me was designed to bring a normal waist from around 28 down to 24 inches. As my waist was normally 26 inches it appeared to be perfect. I stripped naked and Gloria wrapped the corset around me, showing me how to do up the busks in front. Then she began tightening the laces at the rear. As she worked I felt the constriction of my abdomen and also, it seemed, some relocation of my body tissue so that my breasts, which were supported but not covered by the corset, seemed to bulge out more. 

After several times retightening the laces at top and bottom, Gloria measured my waist. 24 inches. I found that my breathing had changed and I could no longer easily take deep breaths, but it felt wonderfully sexy. Gloria said that would do for a first time and then I helped her into the other one, which she said was her tight lacing corset and explained that I would need some waist training and my own corsets before I could use one as tight as this. Eventually it was tightened and her waist measured 20 inches. I noticed she also was taking short breaths and she told me this was why many Victorian era women would faint during stressful times and sexual encounters as they were unable to breath sufficiently. We checked ourselves out in the mirror and decided if a guy didn't like what he saw he would have had to be blind.

Once we were both clad in our corsets only, we paraded onto the deck beside the pool where Stan was deep in conversation on his cellphone. He looked up as he heard us approach and his eyes almost pooped out of their sockets. He quickly excused himself and cut off the call and then let out a low whistle. Stan walked around us a few times, feeling the tension in our flesh as it was squeezed outside the area covered by the corset, then he cupped my bare pussy, running his finger between my lips and spreading my juices while he kissed and nibbled my breasts. I reached for his cock under his shorts and found it rock hard.

Meanwhile Gloria had also been caressing my body and I used my free hand to caress her breasts and pussy, spreading her juices just as Stan was spreading mine. 

It took very little time before we had spread a large foam pad on the ground and Stan was flat on his back, Gloria sitting on his face so he could use his mouth on her pussy while I sat impaled on Stan's huge cock, facing Gloria as we kissed and nibbled each other's breasts and nipples. The eroticism of the whole scenario was so intense that Stan came in a few strokes while Gloria and I took a little longer before we came simultaneously, which brought Stan to a second orgasm deep inside me. After we'd finished Gloria and I unlaced each other then we all swam naked in the pool, kissing and caressing each other as we did so.

After a pleasant dinner, then a session with Gloria before she bathed, we all went to bed. Gloria and Stan went out like lights while I'm lying here, my mind busy with the thoughts and changes of the past little while since that fateful day when Stan and I first met.

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I awoke in a strange bed between two loving partners. Stan was awake but Gloria was still sleeping. As I lay there, eyes still closed in that timeless period between waking and sleeping, I felt Stan's hand caressing me sexily, eager for his customary morning session. I reached out to him and squeezed his rock hard cock, letting him know I was awake. With this knowledge his caressing and fondling took on a new urgency and I turned my back to him, allowing his hands access to my sensitive front attractions. I also pulled his cock into position between my legs so it could rub against my pussy lips, in my rapidly moistening love trench and, at full thrust, caress my engorged clit. I loved this man and I loved this time of the morning.

Gloria stirred and reached out to caress my breasts, which I allowed her to do, my hands caressing hers also and reaching down to fondle her pussy. While I did this to pleasure her, as I knew she liked it, I also found the tactile stimulation arousing for me which caused my pussy to begin flowing seriously, allowing Stan's cock to both give and receive far greater stimulation. It took only a few minutes of this before he eased it into my love tunnel. I bent forward, my mouth on Gloria's pussy as my body bent to allow greater depth of penetration of Stan's cock in my tunnel. Ooohhh, it felt so good. I felt myself building to an orgasm, this building increased as Stan began rubbing my clit with his finger. It felt so good, so nice, I was almost there, a few more thrusts, yes, yes.

"AAARRRGGGHHH!!" I yelled as I came hard, my body convulsing on Stan's cock as he stopped and thrust deeply inside me, his finger still stimulating my clit. I felt Gloria stroking my hair as the main orgasmic feeling slowly decayed leaving a glorious afterglow. I pulled off Stan and rolled onto my back, legs bent and knees wide apart.

"Fuck me, honey," said to him hoarsely

Stan positioned himself between my legs and thrust deeply inside me as Gloria lay on her side facing us, her head propped up on her bent arm. I knew that she stroked her clit while we made love but never enough to cum, just enough to make her feel stimulated so she could look forward to our evening romp together, and maybe some titillating sex play during the day.

Stan's thrusting began to speed up and increase in depth as he pushed far into me, the root of his cock squeezing my clit and sending wonderful feelings surging through my body. I could feel the soles of my feet begin to tingle as I felt myself building towards another orgasm. I heard panting, then realized it was me, but also Stan was panting as he readied himself to give me my morning injection of sperm. He began to make soft grunting sounds which I had learned meant he was almost there. I thrust upwards towards him, offering all of me to his lusty thrusting and then he was there, pressing hard into my full depth as he squirted his seed deep inside me. The feeling of this wonderful lover cumming in me so hard pushed me over the top and I tensed as orgasm washed through me, then relaxed in the afterglow as he rested lightly on me. We kissed deeply and sensuously as we lay together, still joined, after our climaxes. I saw Gloria stroking Stan's back, wanting to let him know she was part of this threesome also, let him know she approved of us making love together.

After maybe five, maybe ten, minutes Stan rolled off me, his now flaccid cock, sticky from our combined fluids, drooping downwards as he kissed my nipples on his way across to see Gloria, his wife, resting his body on hers, his sticky cock against her moist pussy, they kissed and caressed each other for several minutes until he arose and walked off to the shower. As we listened to the shower running, Gloria and I kissed deeply, sharing our womanly love for each other, caressing each other, our touches full of promises for the day ahead. 

"Let's all shower together," said Gloria.

I nodded, what a great idea. I was very aware that on our first morning in this house we were creating precedents for many mornings ahead. I jumped out of bed, offering Gloria my hand and together we walked into the bathroom, opened the glass shower door and stepped under the steaming water. Together we soaped each other , washed each other, probably spending far longer than necessary washing the interesting places, then had a group hug and kiss under the warm water before turning off the taps and stepping into the bathroom to dry ourselves and each other. The weather was warm so we stayed naked as we prepared and ate our breakfast, then, reluctantly, Stan dressed for the office, kissed his two naked ladies goodbye, and left for the city.

After Stan left Gloria and I hugged, then went to the bedroom to cover up a little as the late summer early morning temperature had raised goose bumps. We first visited the normal clothes room and found a housecoat each then Gloria took my hand and led me to the sexy clothing room.

"I want to show you what other sorts of clothing we have," she said as she led me inside. "All my life I've liked dressing up. As a child I would dress up my dolls, then as a teen I dressed up to attract boyfriends. The problem with that was when I had attracted one, he no longer liked me to dress up to attract guys but wanted me to be a lot more staid. I don't do staid, as you may have noticed."

I thought back to how Gloria had dressed on holiday and realized that she was always wearing something a bit (or a lot) risqué. She liked to show a lot of cleavage, often went without a bra and wore almost transparent tops, wore really short skirts, sometimes without panties, and her bikini was smaller than mine even, and that was small enough. She had also been quite happy sunbathing topless, which I had done also after a bit of persuasion.

"Yes, I've noticed," I replied.

"So once I was married I felt Ok about wearing what I wanted because after all I had a ring on my finger to deter other guys. But Stan had noticed my predilection for exposing myself, and as he was in the perfect job to provide clothing that did this, why wouldn't he? Much of this clothing is what he designed for me. It's only been recently that I've started designing things myself. Before that I'd just comment on them and suggest improvements. Since I started actively designing, the range has increased markedly."

"So what brand name does Stan's company market under?" I asked.

"Sensuous Surprises is the name of the company as well as the brand on the clothing labels. I guess an unsuspecting boyfriend who was undressing his girlfriend wearing some of these," she waved her hand at the racks, "Would certainly get a sensuous surprise." Gloria chuckled. "So, what shall we try you with today, I wonder."

Gloria began pulling items off the racks, holding them against me, putting some back and others on a chair. After a while she seemed to be satisfied led me over to the chair.

"Ok, take off your coat and let me dress you up. It's fortunate that we both have similar body shapes and sizes so at least some of these will fit you."

I removed my coat and Gloria began handing me items of very sexy looking and feeling lingerie. I stepped into a brief suspender belt, which she helped me with as I'd never worn one before, followed by a pair of G string panties. Next came a pair of black fishnet stockings and a tiny bra which supported my tits but left the nipples and upper parts uncovered. Finally we went to the main clothes room and she gave me a short top which tied under my tits and exposed my cleavage, just covering my nipples. She then found me an impossibly short skirt and I wriggled into it, the top sitting on my hips just above the suspender belt and the hem at the same level as my crotch, exposing the top portions of my bare thighs above the stockings. She stood back and smiled, apparently satisfied, then led me to the mirror to view myself.

In my opinion I was a walking wet dream. Any red blooded guy seeing me on the street would firstly become instantly aroused and secondly assume that I was a whore.

"I can't wear this," I told Gloria, "The skirt's far too short. I'll be run out of town or picked up as a whore by the cops."

"Mmmm, yeah, maybe you're right. We'll have to keep that skirt for a party occasion I guess. I haven't worn it yet for the same reasons but I decided to try it on you and see what your reaction would be."

I wriggled out of the skirt and Gloria gave me a black skirt which reached just below the tops of my stockings when I was standing. It also had a split up the front to crotch level. I modelled it in the mirror and it looked equally or maybe more sexy than the first skirt. The first one was full on sexy while this just had a small amount of sophistication while still exposing glimpses of my upper thighs and, I suspected, when I sat down it would expose my crotch to anyone sitting opposite me. I sat in the chair to check and immediately I could see right up to my crotch, covered by a very narrow strip of panty cloth. I crossed my legs, noticing that it hid my crotch but exposed the underside of my thigh right up to my ass. I felt my pussy responding to the sensuous vision in the mirror.

Once we were dressed we drove to the city and parked in a private underground car park at Sensuous Surprises. Gloria grinned at me, telling me we were calling in unexpectedly to see Stan and while we were here we'd get some clothing for me and I'd be measured up for corsets. I eased myself out of the car, trying not to show off too much of my naughty bits to any passer-by, not that I saw anyone, then Gloria used her passkey card and we went up to the top floor in the elevator.

The doors opened and we stepped into what was obviously Stan's sumptuous office. He was talking on the phone and was surprised to see us, judging from the look on his face, the elevator having bypassed his secretary in the outside office.

"Yes, that's fine, just organize it and I'll talk again tomorrow. Ciao." He replaced the receiver and stood up.

"Wow, this is a pleasant surprise." 

He walked around us examining me in particular, presumably having seen Gloria dressed like this before. He stopped in front of me and gently hugged me, pulling me towards him and kissing my lips as his hand reached under my brief skirt, presumably checking what I was wearing beneath it. 




The Mandy Chronicles Ch. 02



"Hmmm, so you've still got panties on," he said with a grin, "Lovely. Gives me something to take off."

He released me and then hugged and kissed Gloria, checking for panties and finding them without comment. He then took my hand and led me to his reclining chair, lowering the back and raising the footrest. He then opened his trousers.

"Take my cock out," he told me.

I reached in and found his cock was huge and hard. I pulled it and his balls through the opening, watching as it stood out proud and straight. He reached under my skirt with both hands and ripped the side strings of my panties then pulled them from between my legs, leaving my shaved pussy open and available. He knelt down and spent a couple of minutes caressing me, rubbing his fingers through my dripping trench, then he sat on the chair, lay back and positioned me over his cock, my thighs resting on the chair arms. I could feel the tip of his cock just touching me and was surprised when he reached under the chair and did something. I heard a motor whirr and the arms began lowering, causing my pussy to sink onto his cock. He lowered the arms until they dropped away beneath my thighs, all my weight pressing down on my pussy.

He then brought his hand back up and used both hands to reposition me and begin moving me back and forth on his cock, causing my clit especially to rub against his hairy pubic bone. Waves of passion and sensation coursed through me. He used one hand to lift my tiny bra to expose my breasts and began kissing and nibbling on my nipples as he continued to fuck my pussy.

Gloria had watched this process so far and now she came over to us and helped to move me back and forth, actually pressing down on me to increase the pressure on my clit. Oooohhhh, it felt so wonderful. I felt myself rapidly approaching my orgasm and was aware that I was panting. So, close, nearly there, then:

"AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!" I screamed, unable to stop myself. 

I collapsed forwards onto Stan's chest and was vaguely aware of him moving beneath me then tensing as he came and spurted his seed into my hot pussy. I also vaguely heard the door open, the sound alerting my senses. I hid my face in Stan's neck.

"Is everything alright?" asked a woman's voice.

"Hi Megan," replied Gloria, "Yes, everything's fine. Stan and Mandy are just fucking. Sorry about the noise. Stay for a few minutes and I'll introduce you to Mandy, our new partner."

Megan walked over and I felt her hand caress my hair.

"Pleased to meet you, Mandy," she said.

I twisted my head and looked sideways at her. Then I sat up, thinking that I was probably reasonably well covered, well, as well covered as this clothing would allow.

"Pleased to meet you too, Megan," I replied, holding out my hand in what I immediately realized must have been an extremely incongruous move. However, I told myself, it was the first time that my lover's PA had walked in on us making love and it flashed through my head that she had probably walked in on other love-making activities in this office; maybe she'd even taken part in some. Megan took hold of my hand at the same time as my giggles boiled over and we shook hands formally, then she gave me a hug. 

Slowly I eased off Stan's cock and allowed my skirt to fall the few inches back into place. Stan unhurriedly sat up, rearranged his trousers and cock, then stood up. I was feeling quite embarrassed having Megan catch us at it like that and felt my face blushing furiously. Megan reassured me.

"It's Ok, Mandy, it's not the first time I've walked in on Stan's sexual activities and I've actually been in your position a couple of times also when Gloria's caught us at it. Maybe we need an alarm to let us know when the elevator's coming to this floor directly."

"So Megan, I was going to bring Mandy out to see you. We need to take her measurements and make a custom fitting set of lingerie and other clothing for her. Last evening I saw her dressed in one of Gloria's corsets and she looked great so we can organize a few of those also."

He stopped and looked at me, and looked at my waist, then approached me and placed his hands around my waist, pressing inwards quite hard. He could almost, but not quite, touch fingertip to fingertip of his hands while his thumbs were touching. He released me then continued with Megan.

"Let's make a set of waist trainer corsets at a reduction of 15% of normal waist, another at around 25% reduction and a third at 40% reduction. Her waist's about 28 so that will give waists of about 24, 21 and 17 inches. Maybe you could include a 15 inch one as well to give her something to aim for."

As Stan was talking and Megan was writing it all down I was listening and beginning to understand what I was letting myself in for. I knew that the corset I'd worn last evening wasn't all that tight and I seemed to remember Gloria telling me it was a 24 inch, but I'm not sure that she had it fully closed. So 15 would surely be excruciatingly painful. However, I knew I wasn't a prisoner and could leave when and if I wanted, but something inside was challenging me. Instead of wondering whether I could squeeze my waist to 15 inches, I found I was more interested in how long it would take to achieve that goal. I also realized it would be a gradual adjustment as my waist training progressed. I tuned back into the instructions Stan was giving Megan.

"As well as all the usual sets of lingerie, she'll also need a pair of panties to go home in," he picked up the pair he'd ripped off me earlier and dropped them into his garbage can. "No, on second thoughts, she can stay pantyless for her homeward trip." 

"That's fine," replied Megan, "Mandy, would you like to come with me please."

I followed Megan to the door, turning to wave goodbye to Stan, who had his arm around Gloria and was leading her to the couch. They both waved back to me. I guess they were allowed some fun, after all they were husband and wife.

Megan and I took the elevator down to the first floor where the doors opened into a large warehouse area. There were rows and rows of shelves all containing a variety of multi-colored items of clothing. Each shelf and pile was numbered with what I assumed were catalogue numbers; all very orderly. We walked between the rows to the end where there was a large open area with several women packaging items of lingerie into boxes, presumably for dispatch. Megan took me to a work station and produced a tape measure, then told me to strip to my bra. I looked nervously towards the women, who appeared to be ignoring us, then did as she asked. Megan measured me in detail, recording all measurements on a form.

"This allows us to customize things for you," she said, "There's nothing worse than ill-fitting lingerie. It makes everything else look wrinkled and besides, it's uncomfortable and not at all sexy."

After a few minutes she was finished and I noticed that two of the women were watching us.

"Lou and Toni, this is Mandy. Come and meet her, girls."

Lou and Toni greeted me with hugs, their hands feeling warm against my naked skin. The third woman also came over and was introduced to me as Bev. I noticed that they were all wearing very brief and revealing underclothing under light work coats which were unbuttoned down the front. They made no attempt to cover themselves up but appeared quite happy openly flaunting their nearly naked bodies.

"Mandy is Stan's latest acquisition and she's being fitted out for several complete sets of lingerie as well as waist training and tight lacing corsets. So we'll probably see quite a bit of her, no pun intended."

The five of us chatted a little then they went back to their work while Megan handed me a catalogue and pen and told me to sit down and mark what I would like and in what colors. I had never seen such a comprehensive selection of beautiful undergarments. They almost looked too good to be hidden by outer clothing, but I then rationalized that when I wore these around home for Stan they wouldn't be hidden; taken off more likely. After ten minutes or so Megan made a list of the catalogue numbers and colors I had chosen so far and went to select them from the shelves. By the time she returned I'd been right through the catalogue and handed it back to her. She handed me the items she'd already collected and suggested I could dress again if I wished. She then busied herself selecting the remainder while I pulled on a white G string that she had given me to replace my missing panties and dressed again in my sheer top and short skirt. I then reconsidered, hearing in my mind Stan's comment about remaining pantyless. I removed the panties and placed them back in the pile.

Once Megan returned, she bundled all the clothing up and placed it in a box.

"Take this with you. The corsets will be custom made for you and will require a fitting tomorrow for the 24 inch one. We won't make up the others until after your waist is used to that one because it's quite likely that your body will have changed shape. So, I'll take you back to Stan's office and then you and Gloria can continue your shopping."

We entered Stan's office and found Stan sitting on the couch with Gloria on his knee. Both looked quite dishevelled and neither made any attempt to stand to meet us. I placed the box by the elevator door.

"All done," said Megan, "I've told Mandy she'll need to return tomorrow for a fitting for the 24 inch corset and that others will be made when needed."

"Thank you," replied Stan, then looked at me. "Raise your skirt, sweetheart."

I did, showing Stan my naked pussy. Stan smiled broadly. 

"Very nice, good girl. Thank you, Megan, you did well. One final thing, could you please fetch a key card for Mandy so she can come here without Gloria if necessary."

Megan left and returned a few minutes later and handed me a card, for which I thanked her. She then returned to her office, closing the door behind her. Stan and Gloria stood and Stan came to me and hugged me, then kissed me full on the lips, his hands cupping my bare ass cheeks.

"All good?" he asked.

"All good, thank you darling. I don't know when I've felt so pampered. Thank you so, so much for all this wonderful new lingerie. I hope you'll enjoy me wearing it as much as I'll enjoy wearing it."

"I'm sure I will, sweetie. I think Gloria has some more shopping in mind before she takes you home." He bent closer and whispered in my ear. "Have a fun afternoon; she's really hot for you at present."

I grinned and glanced at her still straightening her clothes. "We will," I whispered back.

In the carpark we placed the box in the car then walked out onto the street. It felt strange walking amongst people who had no idea what I'd just been doing, who only gave me a cursory glance, except for a few younger men who eyed me lasciviously, and wondered what they would think if they knew what I'd done so far today and knew my pussy was bare beneath my short filmy skirt. Gloria led me to a fashion shop full of wonderful clothing and she began selecting items for me to try on. She was apparently well-known to the saleswoman, who also suggested some items I might like. Without exception the clothing selected reeked of sex; some were short, some almost transparent, some had cut-outs in strategic places. Gloria had impeccable tastes in clothing and none of what I tried on looked slutty, all made me look sophisticatedly sexy. Gloria purchased several items ranging from a formal gown with splits to the waist to casual clothing for beach wear and even a new bikini swimsuit that was even briefer than my present one. The saleswoman packaged it all into a box and we returned to the car.

"Lunch time, I think," said Gloria as she started the car. "I know just the place to go too. Feel like an adventure?"

"Another one? Yes, sure, why not? What's this one?"

"That's a surprise. Suffice to say, it'll be fun."

We drove out of the city into a high class suburb where Gloria turned the car into a wide driveway leading to an elegant unmarked house. 

"This place is very exclusive and is known only online and by word of mouth, hence the lack of identification. It is a superb café with a few interesting extras thrown in. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

Gloria pulled the car into a vacant parking space and we walked to the imposing entrance where Gloria rang a discrete doorbell. A uniformed gentleman opened the door and greeted Gloria by name and with evident pleasure. Gloria introduced him to me as Ronald. After the normal pleasantries, he escorted us into a small room with a table set for two and some comfortable looking couches against the walls. When we were seated he produced two menus and a drinks list and left.

The place reeked of sophistication and also had an air of conspiracy about it. I'm not quite sure why I thought that, it was just a feeling I had. I looked around for a short time, then picked up the menu to select my lunch. A few moments later two very fetching women entered the room and greeted Gloria with kisses and hugs. Gloria introduced me to Estelle and Floraine, and both hugged and kissed me then sat on the couch while we continued to peruse the menu. Once we had decided on our choices, Gloria pressed a discrete bell-push and Ronald returned to take our orders. 

"Thank you, Mesdames, that will take approximately twenty minutes. Did you want any drinks at present, Mesdames?"

"No thank you."

Ronald left, closing the door behind him, and Gloria turned to me.

"Time for some fun. These two women are very active and horny lesbians so we have some entertainment while we await our lunch. Which one appeals to you most?"

Oh, I thought, so this is a new adventure. Lesbian entertainment while waiting for lunch to arrive. No wander this place is so exclusive and discrete. I looked at the two young women, one blonde and one brunette. 

"I'd like Estelle please. I like women with long blonde hair."

"That's great by me; I prefer them short and brunette."

We stood and approached the women who rose to greet us, this time giving us close body hugs and kissing our mouths and down our necks. They then began unbuttoning our tops, exposing our bras and then cupping our breasts beneath the fabric. I glanced sideways at Gloria and noticed she was reciprocating and had her hands beneath Floraine's clothing, obviously caressing her breasts and abdomen. 

I reached beneath Estelle's clothing and felt her soft warm skin under my fingers. I was surprised how sexy I was feeling, especially after having been fucked quite recently, but rationalized that I had spent the day so far with sexual titillation, so it was not unexpected. I felt Estelle respond to my caresses and continue her own, reaching downwards and lifting my skirt hem before caressing my naked pussy. I followed her lead, lifting her short dress expecting to find panties but instead I found I was also rubbing my hand over a smooth bare pussy. I felt lower and found her damp pussy lips, so ran my finger between them, feeling Estelle do the same to me. 

Neither Estelle nor Floraine made any attempt to lie down or even sit on the couches; we simply remained standing, feeling each other's sexy bits, stimulating each other even more than we were already. A bell rang just as I was running several fingers through Estelle's now sopping love trench and Estelle simply removed her hands from me, stepped backward to break my contact with her, rearranged her clothing and sat down. I noticed Gloria rearranging herself so I quickly followed suit and then sat back in my chair at the table.

About 15 seconds after the bell rang Ronald returned carrying a tray with our orders on it. He placed these in front of us.

"Will there be anything more, Mesdames?"

"Yes please, two glasses of dry white wine, you remember my favorite, don't you?"

"Yes, Madame, certainly Madame."

Ronald hurried away to collect our wine while we toyed with our delicious looking lunch awaiting his return, which was only a couple of minutes. He then departed, closing the door after him, and we began our delicious lunch, sipping at the delectable wine.

"I think they import it from France especially for me," commented Gloria, "I first drank this on our last holiday to Europe and it's been my favorite ever since."

I agreed it was wonderful and so was lunch. Initially Estelle and Floraine remained still, sitting on a couch and talking a little to each other in low voices while we chatted about inconsequential things, savoring every mouthful. However, after about five minutes they arose and each crawled under the table, Estelle to my end, and I felt her hands on my thighs and then her tongue and lips on my upper thighs and pussy. She pressed her tongue into my tunnel opening, then licked upwards over my clit. The sensations were sublime. It was an amazing experience to be so aroused and turned on by an obviously expert lover while eating delicious lunch in sophisticated surrounds. I looked at Gloria and she winked at me, a broad grin on her face as Floraine obviously was serving her as Estelle was me. 

We finished eating, managing to concentrate on the delicious food despite the erotic disturbances, and Gloria pressed the bell-push again, summoning Ronald to remove our plates. Estelle and, I assume, Floraine continued their gentle erotic ministrations to our pussies as he collected the dishes.

"Coffee, Mesdames?"

"Yes please, Ronald," panted Gloria. "You know my preference and Mandy will have milk, no sugar."

"Very good, Madame."

He hurried away once more while Estelle began inserting first one then two fingers into my vaginal entrance, pushing them in and withdrawing them after only the tips had entered. I wriggled in my chair, trying to force more inside me but to no avail. Ronald returned shortly with two cups of coffee then left and closed the door after him.

"I feel so horny," said Gloria, "Let's not wait any more. We can have the coffee later."

That sounded like a good plan as I was desperate for release and the teasing prelude had done little to satisfy my needs; indeed, I felt it had heightened them. We stood and Floraine and Estelle emerged from under the table. They quickly stripped themselves of their outer clothing and then proceeded to do the same for us until we were all in frilly bras only. Estelle led me to one couch and Floraine took Gloria to the other. Estelle and I lay down side by side and she began caressing my skin, which I found was very sensitive after the preliminary teasing, while I caressed her. She lifted my bra and started sucking and nibbling on my breasts, causing me to close my eyes and roll my head from side to side with passion. She then removed my bra completely and, after kissing me on the mouth and caressing my breasts more, she crawled over my head and down my body until she straddled my face and fed me her luscious love juices while she leant forward and began licking and sucking my pussy while cupping my ass cheeks with her hands. The combination of the sensations from my pussy as well as the taste, smell and feel of her pussy in my face soon had me well on the way to my climax. As I was beginning to writhe around beneath her, Estelle pushed her finger into my love tunnel, pulling upwards to stimulate my G spot while also tonguing my clit beautifully. I was almost there, so close.

"Arrrggghhh!" I cried as I came hard under her, my cry being partly stifled by her pussy over my mouth. My body shook as the sensations washed through me, taking me to heaven and back, and then I finally relaxed, spent, at least for the next few seconds. 

Estelle sat up, rolled off the bed and pulled open a drawer, removing a dildo and harness. She quickly and expertly fitted this to herself and then crawled up from my feet, kissing legs, thighs, pussy, abdomen, breasts as she came towards my head. Once our heads were level she kissed me on the lips and sat back on her haunches, her artificial cock sticking up a full ten inches I would guess. She smiled at me in anticipation.




The Mandy Chronicles Ch. 02



"I like this next bit," she whispered.

"I will too," I replied quietly.

I heard Gloria making the sounds she does when she cums and watched her from the corner of my eye as she writhed under Floraine, obviously enjoying her release. Then I felt the tip of Estelle's dildo at the entrance to my love tunnel and watched her as she eased it inwards. It was fascinating to watch the whole ten inches disappear inside me at the same time as I felt myself becoming increasingly full. It took a while to fully enter, the last inch or so requiring several in and out thrusts until finally Estelle had the base pad of the dildo resting against my clit. She grinned down at me, then began moving slowly in and out, each inward thrust ending with a hard push which no doubt stimulated her as the dildo pad squeezed against her clit at the same time as it compressed mine.

We fucked like this for what seemed a very long time, my earlier orgasm allowing me to relax, my immediate need sated, while the sensations built gradually. Estelle was not so fortunate, having endured the tactile erotic stimulation for a long time without release. It was obvious from her actions and the expression on her face that she was fighting to control her orgasmic urge.

"Sweetheart, you can cum if you wish," I whispered to her as she thrust into me, her head alongside mine.

"You don't mind?" she asked.

"No, it would be really sexy."

Estelle quickly increased the rate of her thrusting, pushing hard into me, sitting up more and caressing my breasts with her hands. Ooohhh, the sensations built beautifully and rapidly until I was on the brink, as was she. My pussy was clenching her dildo tightly, wishing it could spurt hot baby-making cum inside me. The pad pressed on Estelle's clit as she pushed into me forcefully. She was not a screamer and mewled her orgasm softly as I came again hard.

"Ooooohhhhh, yessss, yessss, I'm cumming," I groaned, trying desperately to stifle my sounds.

Together we writhed against each other, holding each other tightly, kissing, caressing, hugging, her dildo thrust inside me completely filling me and pressing deliciously against my clit and cervix.

We gradually wound down, our rapid panting giving way to slower, deeper breathing, our muscles relaxing, lying in each other's arms as we watched Gloria and Floraine reach a similar mutual orgasm, without the aid of a dildo due to Gloria's preference for non-penetrative coupling.

It was one of the most leisurely and relaxed wind-downs I had experienced. We simply lay together, skin on skin, gently caressing each other, neither in a hurry to break contact. We could have lain there all day I think except that Floraine and Gloria parted, Floraine discretely reminding Estelle of their next booking in 30 minutes. We parted, Estelle withdrawing her dildo carefully as, unlike the real thing, a dildo did not soften after orgasm.

We all dressed, Gloria putting her panties into her handbag so we were both now pantyless, kissed our partners and then rang for Ronald, who showed us out, Floraine and Estelle heading into the back of the café to prepare for their next appointment.

"Wow, you were right about it being an interesting experience," I commented to Gloria as we buckled ourselves into the car, "That was amazing."

"I thought you might like that," she replied with a grin. "I've been going there for several years now but that's the first time I've ever taken anyone with me. Stan doesn't know about it so probably best to keep it that way."

I agreed; some things are best kept between us women.

We drove home and I spent the remainder of the afternoon putting my lingerie away in the wardrobe, trying items on, sorting what went with what, and deciding what I'd wear tonight to turn Stan on. Despite the lunchtime interlude, I felt sexy for a man, not just a plastic toy.

Later that evening Stan and I were sitting on the couch while Gloria sat in a chair watching the latest episode of a television series she was following. I was trying hard to persuade Stan to take me to bed without having to be explicit in my intentions. I wanted to see if I could persuade him to make the suggestion. After all, working with lingerie and semi-naked women all day was surely enough to turn him on and make him want to fuck his balls off all night long, unless . . . . I didn't like the thought that possibly his needs were being met at work so thrust it from my mind. It wasn't that easy and nagged at me; after all, he was surrounded by semi-naked, nubile young women wearing very sexy lingerie all day. Why wouldn't he like a bit on the side? And what was the problem with that, so long as he kept a bit to satisfy me several times each night? I could keep Gloria happy, so that wasn't a problem, but I did want his hard cock in me now.

I reached down and unfastened his trousers, reaching inside and pulling his cock out. He looked at me quizzically.

"You feeling sexy?" he whispered.

I kissed him on the lips, then on his rapidly expanding cock head. "Yep. Are you?"

"Well, not really, but I certainly could be persuaded." He grinned at me, kissing me gently.

I couldn't help myself. "Have you been giving all your starch to someone else at work?"

He looked shocked, then contrite and I knew I was correct.

"Megan?" I asked, suspecting that she was much more than a normal PA.

He looked downwards. "Yes," he confessed, "We fuck several times a day usually. Gloria doesn't like me fucking her and until you came along I would go without normal sex at home for sometimes weeks on end. It's only natural for a guy to seek other comforts under those circumstances."

"That's Ok, sweetheart," I reassured him, "You can fuck about with whoever you like, just so long as you keep some for me. So how about you show me what you've got left right now."

He pushed his cock back in his trousers then we stood and walked towards the bedroom. As we passed Gloria he kissed the top of her head. "We're off to bed darling," he told her.

"Great. Have fun," she grinned, winking at me.

"We intend to," I replied, sashaying my hips as we walked out of the room.

Once in the bedroom I wasted no time in removing Stan's clothing, leaving him standing in a pair of brief undershorts, his cock tenting them nicely and a small damp patch visible in the center. I stood in front of him and caressed his gorgeous body, then started performing a striptease, slowly and lasciviously removing my outerwear, leaving me clad in suspender belt, stockings, G string panties and a tiny bra that lifted my titties invitingly but did not cover the nipples. The wet patch on his tent was much larger by the time I'd finished.

"You like what you see, mister?" I asked as I rubbed myself against him.

"Very much," he replied, scooping me up in his arms and depositing me on my back on the bed. "My turn now to complete the unwrapping of my present."

He slowly and teasingly began stripping me, caressing, kissing and nibbling each part of me as he unwrapped it from its flimsy covering. He left my stockings and suspender belt till last, telling me they enhanced my appeal and made me look very sexy.

"In fact, I think it's time we had a stockings and suspender belts only day at work," he mused.

"Yeah, and what would you suspend? Your cock seems to stand up by itself."

Stan laughed. "You're right, it would be for female staff only."

He nibbled my inner thighs, spreading my legs as far apart as they would go. I felt my pussy lips part and knew I was wide open to him. He gently inserted his two index fingers into my entrance, then pulled them apart. I felt my entrance widening, feeling that he was able to look into the very core of my being. I imagined him looking right through me, seeing my heart beating and my brains working, although I knew, of course, that this was not possible.

He stopped what he was doing and went to his closet and brought back a plastic instrument.

"Let's see what you really look like in there," he said. "This is a speculum which expands to open orifices to let doctors see inside. Time for your internal exam." He grinned at me and slowly inserted the pointed ends of the device. I felt them enter me as he slowly pushed them deeper inside. Once they were well embedded, he began turning a knob and I felt the plastic tongues inside me start to spread apart. The more he turned the further apart I was spread until I wondered how far he would go. I felt that if he did this much more I would split in two. His turning was slowing due, no doubt, to the increasing difficulty he had to spread them further. Eventually he stopped and retrieved a hand mirror from the ensuite.

"Here, have a look inside you," he said, positioning the mirror.

I adjusted the mirror so I could see my wide open vagina, all wet and pink and shiny and slippery looking inside. I could see what I thought was my cervix near the end and adjusted it to also have a look at my clit, engorged with blood from my arousal. I remember thinking, incongruously, that it was probably engorged for much of the time as I was aroused for much of the time.

He removed the mirror and asked me to do something for him. I agreed. "I'll lie on my back and I want you to position yourself over my cock. I want to feel what it's like to have my cock inside such a wide open pussy."

That sounded like fun so I carefully sat up while he lay on his back, then I tentatively straddled him and lowered myself onto his erect cock, feeling very little as it only touched me inside at one point. As I continued to lower myself I felt his spongy head press against the end. I was disappointed and I think he was as well, but as he told me later, it had been a dream of his for years but Gloria wasn't open to such an attempt, so he thanked me profusely for being willing to experiment. 

I raised myself off him and he undid the speculum and removed it. I then sat on him again, this time feeling his cock as it entered me easily, my vagina still enlarged from the stretching. As I sat down I noticed that I now had more length so could easily accommodate his huge cock inside me. We lay like that for a long time, me impaled on him, he engulfed by me. We talked gently of our love for each other, caressed each other and he played with my tits and nipples, my stimulation from this being very obvious. He seemed intrigued by this and focussed on trying to bring me to orgasm simply by massaging my tits. It took a while but he succeeded.

"Ooohhh, darling, that's so nice. Pinch the nipples, twist them, hurt me, it arouses me so much."

He took me at my word, sending shock waves of painful pleasure straight to my pussy as he squeezed, twisted and kneaded my tits and nipples hard. I felt waves of passion rush through me and began moving my hips, but he held me still with both hands and I stopped, then he began stimulating me again. Three times he stopped and held me still before I was able to control my unbidden desire for movement and could just accept the stimulation without seeking to increase it.

Eventually I reached my limit and orgasm welled up from deep inside me, travelling through my body and out my mouth as a loud and prolonged scream.

"AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!! YESSSSS, YESSSSSSS, OOOOOOOHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSS!!"

I felt like I was out of my body, hovering in space watching myself cum hard, seeing my body shudder, writhe, convulse from the power of the orgasmic surges as Stan continued to torment my mammaries in what looked to be a painful manner, but which, in the part of me still present on earth, felt amazingly sensuous.

I have no idea how long my orgasm lasted; seconds, minutes, years it was all the same. A timeless, fantastic sensation and then it was over. I came back with a thump and pushed his hands off my breasts before lying down on his belly, panting, sweaty, relaxed and sated, for a few minutes anyway. We lay together like that until Gloria came to bed, rousing us from our wordless communication.

"That sounded like a good one," she said, "You ready now to give a demo?"

OMG, she wanted to watch us while we fucked again. That was soooo hot! I immediately became aware of the sexiness I felt between my big toes, right where Stan's semi-hard cock was resting. I also became aware that Stan hadn't cum yet.

"Come on, big guy, let's give the lady what she wants," I whispered in Stan's ear.

I felt his cock jolt, then surge into me as it grew still larger. I sat back a little, positioning myself to gain maximum stimulation on my clit, then began moving back and forth, his hands automatically falling into the rhythm as he rested them on my hips, then augmented my movements, creating waves of pleasure from my over-sensitive clit.

It took a very short time before I was ready to cum once again. The presence of an audience seemed to increase my sensitivity. Gloria reached around me and cupped my breasts, massaging them gently while Stan's cock worked wonders deep inside me. 

"Ah, ah, ah, aaahhh, yes, yes, ooohhhh, YESSSS, I'M CUMMMMMMIIINNNNGGGGGG!" I screamed as once again I reached the edge and descended into the abyss, falling downwards, it felt like, a crescendo of sensations coursing through my body and brain as I lost control. 

Gradually I came down from my high and realized that Stan still hadn't cum, probably due to his extracurricular activities. I lay on him, then twisted, roiling us both over, spreading my legs, bending my knees to give him open access to my sopping pussy. He began fucking into me, hard, pushing his huge cock deep in me, pressing the head against the end as it rubbed sensuously across my cervix, his hairy pubic bone stimulating my clit beautifully. His rhythm increased in tempo, his breathing became ragged. I felt myself rising to my peak once again, almost there, then I felt Stan go rigid and felt pulses of cum travel through his urethra and squirt against the end of my vagina. It was too much. I came again, hard, but managed to keep my cries to a shrill keening wail as my body once more shuddered and shook from the overwhelming sensations.

Stan collapsed onto me and I lay there, his weight restricting my breathing but I was unable to find the strength to push him off. Eventually he rolled sideways, taking me with him, his softening cock still implanted in me. Gloria snuggled up to his back, wrapped her free arm around us both and we all slept.



The Mandy Chronicles Ch. 03



Author's note:

This story is fiction; all characters and situations are fictional and any relationship they may bear to any living or dead person is purely coincidental.

This is part 3 of a series which is better understood if Parts 1 and 2 are read first, but that is not essential.

The practises and behaviors of people in this story are not meant as examples for real life and are neither recommended nor necessarily condoned by the author. 

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I held onto the bar above my head as Megan pulled on the laces of my brand new corset. While my waist had been a trim 26 inches while I was waiting tables a few weeks ago, it had expanded due to too little exercise and when Megan measured it this morning it was 28. I grunted as I felt the silky fabric press against those 28 inches, edging them smaller. I had tried Gloria's corset again since my first trial and was pleased with how it had looked on me, but I had been so looking forward to having my own so I could wear it for longer periods of time and allow it to train my waist, as I also trained it to fit me perfectly.

I felt Megan take in more slack on the laces, my abdomen being reshaped into a trimmer figure, the excess fleshiness seeming to squeeze onto my hips and into my breasts. I imagined what Stan would think of my new figure, how I would feel about the new me when I looked in the mirror and also how wonderful love making would be when Stan's huge hard cock entered me while I wore the constricting corset. I shivered involuntarily with excitement.

"Nearly there," said Megan as she tied off the upper laces. "There's about half an inch separation at top and bottom, which will close as your tissue repositions itself, and about one and a half inches in the middle, so you will be able to use this corset for a while, gradually tightening it to contract your waist. It should last you a few months depending on how serious you are about increasing the tension. After that we'll measure you again for a smaller corset so you will be able to shrink your waist even more. I understand a 21 inch is next and then a 17 inch, so we'll see how you go."

"I'd really like to get down to a 15 inch if possible," I gasped as she pulled still tighter on the lower laces.

"Yes, well, we'll see about that when the time comes. Maybe we'll do a 20 inch then a 16 inch if this all goes well. Fifteen, or even 16 inches of constriction could cause serious internal organ repositioning which may not be in your best interests. Time will tell. Right now you need to wear this one and allow your body to begin the adjustment process," cautioned Megan. "I suggest at first that you wear it for about eight hours a day, then you can step that up slowly until you're wearing it for 16 hours. It's important to allow your body some time for the skin to breathe otherwise it can cause skin irritations and you can become unwell."

Megan tied off the lower laces and I let go of the bar, standing and feeling how my first corset felt on me. I walked over to a mirror and looked at the gorgeous woman looking back at me. I placed my hands on my waist and checked how far I needed to go before my fingers touched; a long way it seemed, but that was my goal. Megan watched me closely.

"Walk about a bit and feel how that feels. Sometimes if it is too tight too soon you can feel some instability in your hip movement, in which case it's best to loosen the corset slightly and work up to that size a little slower."

I walked around and everything felt reasonably normal, so we were both pleased with that.

"Right, so you can now dress and you're good to go."

What did I want to wear, I wondered to myself. 

"What would you recommend wearing over this corset?" I asked Megan.

"Well, you could wear the clothes you came in, but I guess you want to show it off, eh. Come with me and see what we can find."

I stuffed my street clothes into my bag and followed her to the elevator, travelling to the first floor which I remembered was the warehouse.

"It depends where you want to wear your corset. For normal street wear I suggest you need a small bra and some panties, covered by a normal dress. If you're into a bedroom scene then maybe a nippleless bra or just a shelf bra would be suitable, with a G string and or suspender belt and stockings. If you're going out for the evening and need semi-formal wear you could wear a bolero top which would cover your shoulders and breasts and come down just below the top of your corset, then you could wear a skirt from your waist down, with or without undergarments, leaving your corset visible from your hips to the bottom of the bolero. But of course if you wanted to wear a full dress that's also fine. This one does not have a modesty panel at the back as that can tend to bunch up, so unless it's tightly closed your spine will be visible. So a bolero top and skirt would give you quite a risqué look and would be certain to turn a few male heads."

I looked down at the pale peach coloured satin of the corset, thinking it would be a pity to cover that up, and browsed the catalogue rather than walking the miles of shelving, selecting a matching bolero top and a black skirt. Megan retrieved these from the shelves and helped me into them. I looked at myself in a mirror and adjusted the top so it showed a bit more cleavage.

"That looks fine to me," I said to Megan, "Thank you for your time and expertise. Now to go and surprise Stan."

We travelled together in the public elevator to the top floor then used Megan's door to enter Stan's office. He was seated at his desk poring over paperwork and looked up as the door opened, then stood and came to greet me with a kiss before holding me at arm's length and looking me up and down.

"Wow! You look scrumptious; good enough to eat," he enthused. "Did Megan sort out this outfit for you?"

"She suggested the concept and I selected the items. We make a good team it seems."

"Yes, you do," replied Stan thoughtfully. "Anyway, what's under it? Something exciting, I have no doubt."

"Well, it's a case of what you see is what you get," I replied with a grin.

"You're joking! Aren't you?"

Stan reached under my short skirt, feeling for panties and came away with damp fingers. He then peered inside my bolero top, pulling it aside gently until he'd uncovered my nipple, and let out a low whistle.

"You're not joking. Well, I think this needs a bit more investigation, don't you Megan? Would like to assist us please."

Megan, Stan and I walked over to the couch on the far wall. This couch was against the landscape window which looked out across the city to the mountains beyond. It gave a feeling of open exposure, as though you could see the whole world -- and they could all see you. Stan sat on the couch leaving Megan and I standing facing the couch and window.

"Megan, can you strip this luscious creature out of everything except her corset please?" requested Stan.

Megan did this, slowly and lovingly removing the two items of clothing so recently donned and draping them over a chair. Once I stood corseted and otherwise naked before Stan, he reached out and indicated that I should spread my legs. Once they were wide apart he ran his fingers through my sopping trench, then smelt them before licking them clean of my juices.

"Mmmm, you smell and taste delicious. Can you please strip Megan now, darling."

I was overjoyed to have the pleasure of doing this and slowly, carefully and sexily stripped her of all her clothing, leaving her standing naked and beautiful alongside me. I felt very exposed and guessed Megan felt even more exposed as we stood in front of the clear glass for the entire world to see, should they choose to look.

"Thank you, sweethearts," said Stan, "Mandy, please lie on your back on the couch with your ass on the edge and feet spread widely on the floor."

I positioned myself, my open pussy being lifted upwards by my position, an offering to both Megan and Stan. I briefly wondered who would be first to sample my tasty morsel.

"Megan, can you please eat Mandy to orgasm."

Megan knelt between my legs and grinned at me as she licked her lips in obvious delight at having such a sweet feast to sample. She lowered her mouth to my pussy, kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling on all my tender juicy offerings so openly displayed. I glanced at Stan and noticed that his eyes were glued to the scene before him, his hand gently stroking his huge exposed cock. Oh how I wanted that inside me right now. The thought of it nestling so tightly inside my wide open love tunnel, of the sensations I would feel as it moved back and forth inside me, stimulating my millions of nerve endings and sending wonderfully sensuous feelings through my body, sent shivers down my spine, causing the soles of my feet and palms of my hands to tingle, jolting me towards my inevitable orgasm. I was aware of how close I was, of my panting, my inability to control the shudders of delight pulsing through my body. I heard myself gasping as I approached my release, and then I felt Megan's teeth grip my clit and bite it painfully. It was simultaneously the most painful and most erotic feeling I had ever felt and it pushed me over the edge. I was there, screaming my lungs out, writhing on the couch as Megan sought to follow my convulsive movements to maintain the tight grip she had on my clit with her lips and teeth.

"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!" I bellowed as much in pain as in ecstasy.

It was over; I felt Megan let go of my clit and soothingly lick it gently with her tongue. I wondered if there was much blood, if it indeed was still attached to my body. I partly sat up to look and was relieved to see that there was no sign of blood and it was sitting there, engorged and beautiful as always.

Megan grinned at me as she caressed my corset-clad form. I grinned back, the pain she caused already forgotten, already forgiven. Stan sat and watched us as he continued to gently stroke his massive cock, precum drooling from the opening.

"Megan, lie on your back on the couch please, knees bent and wide apart."

Megan hastened to obey. When she was positioned to Stan's satisfaction, he asked me to kneel on the couch and service Megan with my mouth. I did this, taking pleasure in kneeling between her feet and tonguing, kissing, licking and nibbling at Megan's tasty pussy. As I did this I felt Stan move behind me on his knees and felt his cock head at the entrance to my love tunnel. I was already sopping wet and his cock was lubricated with his precum so he wasted no time on preliminaries and slowly pushed his cock into me to the hilt, his tight balls pressing against my clit.

Once we were all in final positions I began eating Megan seriously, hearing her gasps of joy, her sighs as I stimulated a particularly sensitive spot, feeling her unconscious tremblings, shudderings and writhings as my oral stimulation aroused her. Before long she was moving her hips in fucking motions gently, pressing upwards against my mouth, seeking yet more stimulation. I sensed that she was getting close and was determined to give as good as I had received. I moved my mouth to her clit, replacing my tongue in her entrance with two fingers which I moved in and out while I sucked her clit into my mouth.

Meantime I had been feeling Stan fucking me, pressing his huge cock completely into the end of my vagina, past my cervix, then withdrawing it almost completely, time and again, long, slow strokes that gradually became faster as his arousal grew. His cock in my constricted belly felt tighter than usual, there seemed to be greater friction, more pressure, more stimulation. I wondered what it would feel like to be fucked with a 15 inch waist and became even more determined to try it. His movements were pushing me close to my orgasm but I was determined that I would wait until he came so I could cum feeling his hot juices being injected into the end of my vagina.

We all progressed rapidly towards our orgasms. I wondered what it would be like if we all came together; would each individual sensation be lost in a joint orgasmic experience? I decided it would be fun to find out so decided to wait until Stan came before biting Megan's clit to cause her to cum, knowing my own orgasm would also occur due to the hot injection I would receive from Stan.

I didn't have long to wait. Stan's movements became faster, more erratic, his breathing quickened, as did mine both from arousal and constriction, and Megan was writhing beneath my tongue, lips, teeth and fingers. I felt Stan's tell-tale tensing, knowing that he was going to spurt in a few seconds, so I bit Megan's clit, hard enough to hurt like hell but not enough to draw blood from the sensitive organ. Megan screamed and her body convulsed at the same time as I felt the hot rush of Stan's sperm inside me, which pushed me over the edge, my scream being muffled by Megan's muff.

Together the three of us convulsed, shuddered, writhed and moved uncontrollably. I released Megan's clit after a few seconds, still wary of causing permanent damage, my own body shuddering from my orgasm as I felt Stan relax and lean over my back, reaching around and caressing my breasts.

It was over in a few moments and we extricated ourselves from the triple entanglement, finally ending up sitting on the edge of the couch, Stan's cum leaking out of my sloppy pussy. We kissed each other and caressed each other lovingly.

"Well, I guess we can say that corset's been christened now," commented Stan at length. "How did it feel, honey?"

It felt great. I seemed to feel more sensation and pressure inside. I can't wait to experience that with smaller corsets."

"Just take it slowly," advised Megan. "That was such fun. Thank you both."

"Mmmm, thank you, Megan," said Stan, "You've looked after Mandy really well. Thanks for that."

"My pleasure," replied Megan, "I think we all look after each other actually. I hope this isn't the last time we have a threesome together."

Stan and I agreed. We all stood, used the washroom attached to Stan's office to clean ourselves up then dressed again and Megan returned to her secretarial duties, with a kiss for each of us before she left. 

"That was such fun, darling," I told Stan. "Thank you for the corset and wonderful service."

"Hmmm, I could thank you in exactly the same words. See you tonight, darling."

We kissed and I left, using the private elevator to return to street level where I caught a bus and returned home uneventfully. As I entered our home Gloria came to greet me.

"What took you so long?" she asked, "I've been waiting for you so I can see what your corset's like. Oh, also so we can eat lunch together, but the corset's the first priority."

"Well, you can see it now," I said, spinning slowly around to show my tight body off to her.

"You came home like that, with no dress covering your corset? You were game, daring or stupid, I'm not sure which."

"Try sexy," I suggested with a grin.

"Yeah, that too, I grant you. Anyway, how about dropping the top and skirt and let's see the real you."

I did this quickly and again Gloria was surprised I wore no panties. 

"You know, I think we could build in panties to corsets, but make them adjustable and call them crotch straps rather than panties. They could have busks at the front or back and the other end would have laces so they could be tightened also. Can you imagine tight lacing your pussy? Of course you could also have additional things like plugs and dildos, and maybe vibrators, which could be held in place as well."

"Those are all good ideas. What a devious mind you have! We'll have to discuss them with Stan when he returns."

"And Megan," I replied, "I'm sure she'd be interested in things like that too."

"Yes, probably. Anyway, you didn't tell me why it took you so long to come home."

So we sat down over a late lunch and I told Gloria about the morning's adventure in Stan's office. While I was telling her she became quite aroused, stroking her pussy and spreading her lube over her lips and clit. By the time I'd finished and lunch was eaten, she was almost panting.

"You bit each other's clits? Darling, please make me cum; please bite my clit," she begged me.

I took her hand and we lay on the reclining sofa outside and made love together in the sunshine, the warmth of its rays adding a special sensation to our lovemaking as I brought her to two orgasms, the second one by biting her clit, and she brought me to yet another. The afternoon merged into evening and the temperature dropped so we returned inside and put on house coats over whatever we chose to titillate Stan with when he arrived home. Needless to say it worked and after dinner Stan rose to the occasion once more and made gentle sweet love to both Gloria and I, while we also pleasured each other. I drifted off into a dreamless sleep, sexually sated temporarily, our bodies entwined together lovingly.

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The next week was interesting. I wore my corset for eight to nine hours each day and Gloria laced it for me while also teaching me how to lace it myself by feel. She said that once I reached a stable size the corset could probably stay laced and I'd be able to use the busks instead of having to relace it each time. After she laced me into it she measured the gap at the top, base and maximum at my waist. I'm really pleased because my waist maximum has reduced from its original 1½ inches to ¾ inch after only six days. That's halved, and I don't feel unduly squashed. My body really must be changing. The corset feels more comfortable as well, seeming to conform to my body shape rather than having to battle with it to keep its shape.

The other exciting thing is that I went in to see Megan and discuss the crotch strap idea with attached toys. She thought it was an excellent option and fitted some busks to the back of my corset with some eyelets in the front, pointing out that I would need to be able to undo and redo the lacing myself so it would be best in the front. She then took some measurements and told me she'd make a couple of straps, so we discussed what they could look like. I collect them later today. Exciting!!

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"Hi, Mandy," greeted Megan, casting her eyes over my corset-clad body, with a brief top tied beneath my breasts and a frilly skirt below my corset, reaching half way to my knees and looking like the merest breath of wind would blow it up and expose everything underneath, which wasn't very much. The bulk of the skirt emphasized the narrowness of my waist. "You look hot in that outfit, and I'm not talking temperature."

"Yeah, you like it? I've found it's quite an eye magnet for guys. Even elderly guys gaze longingly after me and I find it amusing how their wives react."

"I'll bet. Guys just never learn, eh. Such fun and so easy to tease. Anyway, I'm sure you'll feel even more like teasing guys once you see what I've got for you."

As she spoke she was coming from behind her desk and after a hug, she spun me around and looked at the gap at the back of the corset.

"You're doing well with your training," she commented, "I can see we'll have to make your next one in a week or so at this rate."

"Yes, I'm very pleased how it's going too. It feels good also, which I think is important. I also love making love with Stan wearing this. It feels so beautifully tight inside."

She escorted me to the lift and we headed to the warehouse floor. We walked straight to the back fitting area and Megan asked me to remove my panties. I raised my skirt to show I wasn't wearing any.

"Hmmm, you're really tempting fate, or tempting a gust of wind anyway." Megan brought over a few strips of fabric. "I've made some crotch straps which should fit onto your corset. Some are elastic, of various thicknesses, while some are non-stretch satin and one is something else, which I'll show you later. Try this one."




The Mandy Chronicles Ch. 03



Megan fastened a strip of satin to the rear busks then came in front of me to lace it onto the eyelets. She pulled it reasonably tight and asked me how it felt. I felt it pushing onto my pussy lips and clit, compressing them deliciously. 

"Not bad," I replied, "It could be a bit tighter if you like."

I felt it pull tighter, squeezing my clit, which by now was beginning to engorge due to the stimulation. It felt really nice.

"That's good thanks," I told Megan and watched her thread the laces through the eyelets and then tie them off.

"Go for a walk and see how it feels."

I did, feeling the satin rubbing over my clit and pussy lips with each step I took. Mmmm, that felt so good. I felt like running to see if I could make myself cum, but there really wasn't the space here; it would have to wait till later. Once I felt it was comfortable I asked what the others felt like.

"Well, that is a wide one and covers much of your vulva so it's like wearing panties. I've made a narrower one for you which is wide at the front and a thin strap at the back much like a G string. I'll fit that one now."

She removed the wide strap, which was similar to panties in the area it covered but felt very different because of its movement against my pussy and the ability to fasten it really tightly. She then fitted the rear of the narrow strap to the inner two busks, then brought the narrow part between my ass cheeks and attached it in front. It felt rather like wearing a tight G string and when I walked it rubbed nicely on my clit. The next one she attached was an elastic one which she pulled really tight.

"Is that too tight?" she asked.

"No, that feels great thanks."

Once it was tied off I walked with it and although it didn't rub across my clit as the others had, it felt really good as it put continuous pressure against my clitty and lips. Once I'd sampled the feeling of that one, Megan untied it and brought out an eight inch dildo which she lubed and inserted into my love tunnel. It felt good as my heightened awareness with trying the crotch straps had made me feel quite sexy. She then retied the elastic strap, which pressed onto the dildo holding it in position while allowing it to move slightly with each step. I tried pushing down with my muscles and felt it move out, then when I relaxed, move back in. This could be fun and was probably an excellent Kegel exercise. I passed this information on to Megan, who agreed with my diagnosis.

"I guess it would also be fun on a trampoline, especially with a weighted dildo," she grinned. "You can also use a smaller dildo or a plug in your ass which will operate the same way if you wanted to. The choice is up to you. Or you could use a remotely controlled vibrator in your pussy, which I'm sure you'd find a lot of fun. Now, I'll take that off and we have the final strap which I thought you'd like, knowing that you like pressure and a bit of erotic pain, it would seem."

Megan removed the dildo and strap and brought out a piece of half inch hawser-laid nylon rope which had a fitting on one end to allow it to fit to the busks. But how did the other end fit on, I wondered. Megan fitted the busks to the rear and then another fitting to the lacing eyelets at the front. She then fed the rope through from rear to front between my labia and directly over my clit, then fed the end through the hole in the front fitting and showed me that she could pull it upwards through the device and then it would lock. She also showed me the lever to push to release the rope from the device. Then she pulled it through until it was moderately tight and asked me how it felt.

"That's an interesting feeling," I replied, liking it already, "Can I pull it tighter?"

"Yes, just pull up on the end while holding the fastening block down and tighten it as much as you like. If you want it looser just push the release and start again."

I pulled it tighter, then went for a short walk, stopping every few steps to tighten it still more. The tighter it got the better it felt, rubbing between my lips and over the entrance, pressing against my clit. I wondered what this would feel like with a dildo in place and vowed to try it when I arrived home. 

"This is fun," I said, "It feels great and by adjusting the tightness I can change the feel. Awesome! I think I'll wear this one home."

"I'm pleased you like it. I thought it could be just what you wanted. I can imagine it making boring parties a whole lot less boring." She grinned.

"Yes, and bus trips also I'd think. I can imagine the vibrations through the seat will be fun."

"True. Give me a call when you get home and let me know. Anyway, I've packaged it all up for you and thrown in a dildo, butt plug and vibrator so you should have a few days' worth of experimentation anyway. Have fun."

I gave her a hug and kiss, thanking her profusely for all the work she'd done for me. She shrugged it off as 'all part of the job', but I knew that technically it wasn't. Taking my bag of goodies we headed back to the elevator.

"Do you think Stan would like to see what I'm wearing?" I asked.

Megan gave me a smirk. "I'm sure he would. Why don't you go right up and surprise him."

"I will. Thank you again."

I went down to the carpark, changed elevators to his personal one, then went to his office, surprising him as I stepped through the doors from the elevator. He looked over his shoulder and a look of guilt crossed his face. His trousers were pooled around his ankles and he was leaning forward over somebody on the couch in front of the window.

"Hi, darling, I didn't know you were coming in today."

"That's fairly obvious," I replied, making sense of the clothing, limbs and torso lying across the couch in front of the picture window.

"Sorry, honey, this is Terri. Terri, this is Mandy. Sorry you had to meet under these circumstances."

I reached across and extended my hand to Terri, who took it and gave it a light shake.

"Hi," she said, blushing to her hair roots, "Sorry," she muttered.

"Not your fault. I blame Stan entirely and believe me he'll pay for it when he gets home."

"Yeah, I probably deserve it too. Sorry, honey. I just felt so sexy today even though we made love this morning. Sorry."

"Yeah, you keep saying that. Have you guys finished?"

"No, we were just getting started really."

"Good, so can I join in?"

Stan looked at me amazed. "You're really Ok with us continuing to make love and to include you as well?" he asked.

"Absolutely. You Ok with that, Terri?"

"Guess so."

"You ever been with a woman before?"

"No. never."

"Then prepare for an education."

I unclipped my skirt and bra, released my crotch rope from the front fitting then unclipped it from the rear. Stan had watched this with a grin.

"So you've seen Megan, I take it?" 

"Yes, I was going to give you a preview but you were otherwise occupied. So it'll have to wait till tonight."

I stood beside the couch and trailed my fingers over Terri's bare breasts, noting her responses. I then slewed her around on the couch, lifted her legs over my shoulders and began eating her pussy. Terri jumped, tensed up and then relaxed as the waves of pleasure washed through her. It was very obvious that she'd never been with a woman and seemed to be fighting an internal battle to give herself permission to allow me to stimulate her. However, she seemed to lose the will to fight once she began feeling the sensations.

As I knelt between her legs I could feel Stan positioning himself behind me and then he pushed his cock into my love tunnel, sliding it in easily and quickly due to my previous arousal. I reached up to Terri's tits and began kneading them, twisting and squeezing her nipples between my fingers and thumbs. She moaned softly, rolling her hips from side to side in obvious pleasure. I nibbled on her clit and tongued her entrance, smelling her sweet aroma and lapping up her pussy juice. I brought my hands back down to her ass, kneading her globes then using both my thumbs to push into her tight entrance, pushing them inside her. She bucked her hips to try to gain more penetration but I held them at the first knuckle, then slowly pulled my thumbs apart, stretching her entrance and lapping inside her opening with my tongue.

Meantime I was feeling Stan's cock pounding my pussy, pushing to the end of my tunnel, pulling almost completely out, then back in. Ooohhh, how I enjoyed his lovemaking! It never failed to arouse me so much and make me cum and cum and cum. I felt myself building towards my climax and really started to punish Terri's pussy and clit, biting more than nibbling, hearing her small sounds of protest at the pain I was causing. Serves the bitch right, I though uncharitably. I opened her entrance even wider and then did something I'd never done before. I removed my right thumb from her entrance, held my fingers and thumb straight and tightly together and pushed my fingers and thumb into her well lubed vaginal entrance. I felt her resist, so I stopped moving and just held my hand there, waiting for her to relax. Once she did, I pushed a little further inside, feeling her juices flooding over my hand. I pushed harder, stretching her sweet little pussy entrance until it fitted over my hand. I raised my head and looked at her face, seeing the shock on it as she realized she was being opened far wider than ever before in her life. I felt my orgasm approaching as Stan continued to pump into me, my arousal being heightened by the erotic feelings as I made Terri's love tunnel entrance larger and larger. Suddenly I must have passed the widest part of my hand because it simply slipped inside and my fingers touched the end. I looked at Terri's face again and her mouth was forming a silent 'O' as she realized I had my whole hand inside her. I returned to my sucking, licking and nibbling and she began thrashing about, her hips writhing as though trying to shake my hand out of her. I clenched my hand into a fist at the same time as I bit her clit.

Terri screamed loudly as she came hard, the pain and pleasure, the sheer nastiness of having my fist bunched in her previously tight vagina, was too much. She convulsed on my fist, thrashing round, almost throwing herself off the couch. It was at that moment that I felt Stan spurt his hot cum into me. The combined sensations overpowered me and from out of nowhere, seemingly, my orgasm struck.

"AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH!!" I screamed as I also was lost in the throes of a massive orgasm, all the sensual experiences of the day focussing on this one moment for release. I shuddered, writhed, convulsed, screamed and moaned for what seemed like forever and then slowly relaxed and slumped onto Terri, Stan slumping onto me. We lay in a panting mess of fluids, limbs and torsos until gradually we were able to restore some order to ourselves. I removed my hand from Terri, Stan removed his cock from me, and we parted, kissing each other as we did so, then went slowly to the bathroom to clean ourselves up.

"Whew, that was intense," said Terri. "I've never had anyone fist me before."

"I've never fisted anyone before," I replied, then grinned as I added, "But you deserved it. You actually probably deserved two hands inside you at once, so you got off easy."

Terri turned to Stan. "I still want you to fuck me sometime, you know, you can't get out of our bet that easily."

"Bet?" I looked at Stan questioningly.

"I bet Terri that she couldn't keep the accounts for a month with 100% accuracy and the payoff was that if she did then I would make love to her. You arrived just as I was about to reward her."

"Oh, I see. Well, in that case I guess I can let you off seeing you were being an honourable gentleman and paying your debts. Feel free to do that whenever I'm not here."

Stan laughed. "Ok, I'll check with you first, sweetheart."

"Don't I get a say in this?" asked Terri.

"Sure, if you like," I replied, "What did you want to say about making love to my man?"

Terri blushed. "Sorry. I'd really like to collect my winnings but not if it's going to hurt you guys. Is it Ok for Stan to fuck me?"

"Sure," I replied, seeing she was genuinely upset by the thought that maybe she'd overstepped the line in expecting Stan to make love to her as a prize. "Stan is married to Gloria and I'm in a polyamorous relationship with them both. So really I have no more right to Stan than you do. But our relationship is very open so it's quite Ok for Stan to make love to whoever he wishes. He's a big boy now. Just the same as it's fine for Gloria and I to make love with others as well. I'm sorry if I came over all righteous there but I guess I'm still working things out in my mind as well, as I'm sure Stan and Gloria are too. In fact, why don't you come round and stay for a weekend and we can have some fun together. I'm sure Gloria would like to meet the woman who's fucking her husband as well." I chuckled, mainly to let Terri know that I wasn't in any way concerned or judgemental of her actions.

"Yes, that would be a great idea," agreed Stan. "I'm sure that Gloria and Mandy could teach you lots about making love with women as well."

We finished in the bathroom and dressed in the office, had a group hug and kiss, then Terri left. 

"Are we Ok?" asked Stan with a concerned look on his face.

"We're Ok," I assured him, hugging and kissing his ruggedly handsome body. "If Terri comes for a weekend I'm sure that will be fun. Better Ok that with Gloria though before you invite her."

I showed Stan my crotch straps and toys briefly, telling him he could have play time at home sometime, then left him to do his work while I took the elevator down to street level and headed home by bus. I still had the rope strap fitted and hoped that the vibrations would be amplified by that, but was disappointed. At home I was just in time to share lunch with Gloria, telling her the events of the morning. After that she experimented with my crotch straps, leaving me with the elastic strap with a butt plug and dildo inside me.

"You're to stay like that all afternoon and Stan can release you when he arrives home."

Had I not cum so recently and intensely, I'm sure I would have cum on the toys. Instead I simply lay in the sunshine and dozed off until it was evening and Stan was due home any minute. I heard him arrive and greet Gloria, who made some suitable comments about his earlier tryst with Terri. They then both came outside and Stan gave me a kiss, caressing my breasts and admiring my elastic strap.

"Yeah, it's really cool," I enthused, "It's holding a dildo in me and because it's elastic I can push it out and then it pushes it back in. Watch."

As he and Gloria watched I pushed hard to force the dildo out slightly, forming a lump in the strap in my crotch, then I relaxed and it popped back in so the strap resumed its former smooth lines.

"It's a great Kegel exercise. A few weeks of this and I'll be able to really squeeze your cock when you're making love to me."

"I'll look forward to that," grinned Stan. "How about a drink?"

He went inside and brought out a bottle of Gloria's favorite wine and three glasses, filling them and handing one to each of us.

"Here's to lots of fun love-making together, with friends," he proposed.

We all clinked glasses and sipped our wine while Stan told Gloria his version of today's events.

"That could be quite fun," said Gloria after he'd finished and proposed a visit by Terri for a weekend. "I always welcome new blood to play with. You think she's pretty much Ok?" she asked me.

"Yes, she's game for most things it seems, a bit naive still though, but then that comes from inexperience. I was too a short time ago. I'm sure we can give her lots of exciting experiences between us."

Gloria grinned and subconsciously kicked her lips in anticipation.

"Should be fun. Stan, can you organize for her to come and stay, well, stay and cum I guess would be the right way round, sometime to suit her when we're also free."

Stan agreed, looking forward to making love with Terri at last and anticipating a weekend of watching three lovely ladies make love to each other as well. What was not to agree with? The sun set and the evening chill set in, so I needed to go inside and drape my nearly naked body in something warmer. The smells of dinner in the oven also tempted us inside.

After dinner we sat in the lounge and I gave Stan and Gloria a crotch strap fashion parade, showing them how the rope strap cut into me so erotically and was so stimulating. I also showed the dildo and butt plug that Megan had given me, telling them that I really enjoyed the feeling of fullness that they brought. I asked Gloria if she knew why the dildo was hollow in the middle and not solid.

"I think that's so a vibrator can be installed there," she replied, "Hang on, I'll get the vibes we bought at the beach."

She returned a few minutes later with one of the vibrators and a remote control unit. She fitted the vibrator snugly inside the dildo and handed it back to me, keeping hold of the control unit.

"Here, put that in you and fit the wide crotch strap. Tonight is fun with Mandy night."

I grinned up at her but did as she asked, pulling the crotch strap as tightly as I could to hold the vibrator inside me. She then turned it on and I felt gentle vibrations through my pussy area. She gave it a burst at high speed, causing me to give an involuntary yelp, then reduced it again to slow. She then pressed the random button on the controller and the vibes stopped. She slipped the controller into the pocket of her shorts and sat next to Stan, giving him a cuddle as she slowly stroked his obviously hard cock through his trousers.

After a few minutes I felt the vibrator start, sending sensations through my body for a few minutes until it stopped just as suddenly, only to start again a few seconds later for a short time, then off. I waited expectantly, not knowing when it would start but hoping it would soon. It didn't. I had to wait a good ten minutes before it started again for only a few seconds, then stopped.

"Gloria, this is so frustrating," I complained, "Please just put it on continuous and let me cum."

"Hmmm, having fun, are we? No, it can stay like this but I will do one thing for you; I'll put the intensity to random as well so it won't all be gentle anymore." She grinned as she pressed the button, obviously enjoying herself and the power she had over my stimulation. I was about to make a cutting retort when the vibrator started up again on what must have been close to full power. I shrieked and clutched my pussy as a surge of stimulation radiated from it through my body for about ten seconds then stopped. I breathed again, willing it to start again, almost desperate for release already, and I knew my torture had only just started. Stan stood up and turned on the television before selecting a downloaded erotic movie from the computer and starting it playing. While he was doing that I 'enjoyed' a five second spot of low level stimulation then went back into limbo.

As we watched the movie we became more aroused, especially as I was also being stimulated completely randomly. Gloria and I sat on each side of Stan and had exposed his cock and balls, which we caressed and stroked lovingly, taking care not to bring him anywhere near his release. He used a hand on each of us to caress our breasts and Gloria's pussy, making sure he avoided my pussy which had its own source of pleasurable frustration. Once the 90 minute movie ended, predictably with a massive orgy by the whole cast, he stood, turned off the tv and computer, then made us hot drinks in the kitchen and brought them to us.

"How's your frustration level?" he asked me.

"High," I replied tersely as another bout of vibes sent sensations through me. I only needed about half a minute on high and I'd cum like there was no tomorrow, but it just never happened.




The Mandy Chronicles Ch. 03



"Good. So you'll be fun in bed tonight I guess."

"You guess right, mister. Like I'm not usually?"

"Oh yes, you are usually, but tonight should be special."

We sat and drank our drinks, continuing our caresses of each other, until eventually it was bed time.

"Stand up, Mandy," instructed Gloria.

I stood and stepped in front of her. She turned off the control unit then undid the front of the crotch strap and removed the vibrator and dildo, then I unclipped the rear of the crotch strap and unclipped the corset at the front. I looked at the narrow gap between the back laced edges, thinking there was so little to go. Maybe tomorrow I could get the edges to touch. Once the corset and strap were removed I felt the now normal relief as my body was able to expand slightly. I looked down at my waistline, noting with pleasure how even without the corset I was developing quite a small waist. How would I look when I could wear a 15 inch corset, I wondered.

Gloria ran her hand up the inside of my thighs and inserted her thumbs into my vaginal entrance, still gaping from the dildo. She used her hands to part my thighs wider. 

"You did this to Terri, I believe," she said as she spread her thumbs apart, stretching my entrance wider. "Now it's your turn."

She spent several minutes opening me widely then used a tube of lube to lubricate her right hand, bunched her fingers and thumb as I had and inserted her hand into my vagina. It felt wonderful. She pushed quite hard and I could feel her hand slowly sliding inside me until it went with a rush once it was past the widest point. I looked down as her fingers touched the end, seeing that she was buried inside me to her wrist. I then felt her clench her hand in a fist, just as I had done. The sensations were exquisite, a stretching like I'd never felt. I found myself wondering if this is what having a baby was like. Once she had made a fist she moved her hand up and down inside me, pushing in until she pressed hard against the end, then pulling out until her knuckles, the widest part, were at the entrance. It felt wonderfully sexy, wonderfully nasty. I suddenly realized how much I had changed since I met Stan as a naïve girl on the beach. I decided I liked the changes.

Gloria fist-fucked me slowly for several minutes, opening and closing her hand to enlarge me still more. Through the waves of arousal that washed over me, but never quite enough for me to cum, I wondered how it would feel to insert a balloon and blow it up inside me. Something to try later, I decided. Eventually she tired of her sport and removed her hand, offering it to me to lick clean, which I did. I was surprised how sweet I tasted. She then stood up and prepared to leave.

"She's all yours, darling," she said to Stan, "I've got an appointment in bed with a vibrating dildo. Hope to see you there too." Gloria bent down and kissed Stan and then left the room.

Stan looked at me then grinned. "You Ok with fisting?" he asked.

"Yes, sweetheart, what did you have in mind?"

"Ah, that would be telling," he replied as he greased both hands. "Lie yourself down on the couch and spread your legs as widely as you can."

I did as he bid, feeling my pussy as it spread widely for him, feeling how large it was inside after having been spread by Gloria. It must be like this after a baby, I guessed. Stan knelt between my legs, which were spread along the edge of the couch seat cushion, and bent forward to kiss my prominent clit. Then, while still sucking on my clit, I felt him press the tips of his fingers between my lips and wriggle them inside my gaping opening. He pushed harder, his fingers moving into me relatively easily due to the amount I had been stretched by Gloria. (Would I ever return to my small tight entrance, I wondered.) I felt his fingers going in further and felt my entrance stretching still more, further than Gloria had stretched it, but then, I reasoned, he had a bigger hand than Gloria. I felt it stretch at the widest part then his hand seemed to go in quickly, almost as though I was sucking him inside me. His fingers touched the end and he stopped.

"How's that feel?" he asked me, holding still in me.

"Yeah, I feel very full but I guess that's because your hand's bigger than Gloria's."

"True, but it might also be because I have both my hands in you," he grinned, "Have a look."

I lifted my head and peered at my pussy, seeing both his hands inside me up to his wrists. Omigod! I would never have imagined that this was even possible, let alone able to be done without terrible pain, yet here it was, and all I felt was sexy.

"Wow, that's great. Can you stretch it still more? It feels awesome and I want to see how big I can get. I hope I'll return to normal shape after a while though."

"Yes, to both, I'll stretch you more if you want and yes you'll return to normal shape quite quickly, especially if you keep up the Kegels."

I felt one hand closing to a fist, spreading me apart even further inside, then he wrapped his other hand around that fist making a ball inside me that would be about the size of a baby's head, I guessed. He then moved that in and out of me while I watched his wrists appear and disappear. The widest part at his knuckles stayed inside me all the time, travelling from almost the end to the entrance, then back again. Interestingly I noticed that it didn't feel all that sexy; there was more a stretching feel than a stimulation sensation. He pushed fully inside then bent his head to take my clit between his lips, nibbling and sucking it while holding his hands still. That gave me the sensations I was craving and he continued doing that as I began writhing on his hands, feeling my breathing change as I rapidly approached my orgasm. I was close, really close, then he stopped, removing his delightful lips from my clit and holding his hands still inside me. 

"Darling, I was nearly there," I wailed, "Please let me cum, please make me cum, honey."

He just sat back and grinned.

"You'll cum when I'm ready and you'll cum on my cock."

For the next twenty minutes at least he continued this torment, arousing me with his mouth on my clit until I was almost cumming, then stopping; keeping his hands inside me, moving them in and out, opening his fingers a little to stretch me further, then closing them again. Eventually he either tired of this game or he took pity on the shuddering wreck he was tormenting. He looked me in the eyes and slowly pulled his double fist out of me, stretching my entrance further than previously but certainly not overly painfully. With a pop his hands appeared and my entrance began the process of closing again. He again offered me his hands to clean up and I licked most of my copious fluids from them, then we went to the ensuite and showered together, stimulating each other still more as we soaped and washed each other.

Once we'd dried each other he kissed me deeply and carried me to bed, where Gloria was lying, panting, her vibrator turned off and discarded alongside her. Stan placed me on my back alongside her and kissed her gently.

"You all good, darling?"

"Oh yes. I just came three times and feel all cummed out. How 'bout you?"

"Yeah, great. Did something I've always wanted to do, I double fisted Mandy. Great fun for us both, but now she really needs to cum. Do you want to help?"

"Oh yes, that sounds like fun."

Stan placed two pillows under my ass which pushed my pussy high, making it easily accessible. Then he entered me with his rock hard cock. Gloria straddled my face, her pussy over my lips and lowered herself onto me. I began sucking and licking her juices from her orgasms and sucked her clit between my teeth, giving it a sharp nip just to show I was in control this time. In response she began kneading my tits hard, pulling, twisting and squeezing my nipples deliciously painfully. I felt surges of eroticism pulsing through my body as I felt Stan's cock plowing its furrow inside my very sloppy vagina. I tensed my muscles, trying to contract the walls so I could feel more sensations like when I wore my corset, and only partially succeeded. Down there the most stimulating part was the pressure Stan applied to my clit as he pushed fully into me, squeezing it hard between our pubic bones.

I felt myself approaching my orgasm, the high pitched keening wail from my mouth being mostly stifled by Gloria's pussy. I began writhing uncontrollably, rocking my hips sideways, fucking them up and down, I was nearly there, soooo close, yess, yesss, then my scream emerged as a muffled cry as I came hard, harder I think than ever before. All the frustrations, the build-ups and false starts were released in one great tumultuous orgasm that set my body shuddering, writhing, shaking and convulsing completely uncontrollably. I fought for air, partially suffocated by Gloria's pussy as I felt a stream of her fluids on my face, realizing she must have cum also. From somewhere in my consciousness I felt or sensed that Stan had also cum deep inside me as the heat and gooiness of his fluids augmented my already sopping vagina. I struggled to breathe, feeling suffocated by Gloria's pussy on my face as she relaxed, then I passed out.

I became aware that Gloria and Stan were lying one on each side of me, caressing me gently. I opened my eyes and noted the concerned looks on their faces, quickly replaced by relief that I was awake. I did a mental inventory of my body and found there were no serious pains and everything seemed to be functioning normally.

"Hi," I said quietly, "Thanks."

"You had us a bit worried," said Gloria.

"Yeah, well your pussy's great for suffocating people. I couldn't get enough air."

"I thought that might be the case," said Stan, "It's happened to me a couple of times also."

"Sorry, darlings," said a contrite Gloria.

"Well, I'm ready for sleep now, I think," I said, rousing myself in preparation for lying in a more comfortable position.

"No, not yet," said Gloria, "You've got a date first."

"A date? Who with?"

"Mr Vibe," replied Gloria, holding up her largest purple vibrating dildo. 

Despite myself I felt sexy again immediately. If I'm not a nympho I don't know what one is. With no further ado, Gloria turned it on to full power and pressed it into my now nearly normal sized vagina. I immediately began responding to the vibes that pulsed through my pussy. Despite having just cum massively, I began to feel those sensations again and climbed the slope once more. As Gloria held the vibrator inside me, Stan began caressing my breasts in the most delightful manner, the sharp pain of his squeezing my poor maltreated nipples adding to the overall sensations that were pushing me rapidly towards the brink. I found I was panting already, hungering for my orgasm. I had no doubt I was addicted to orgasms, and I certainly didn't want any cure.

Before I could arrive at the peak a new sensation occurred. I felt Gloria place a vibrator with a different feel directly on my clit. I jumped at the unexpectedness of the new sensation, then I was there, rushing headlong into the glorious abyss of orgasm.

"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!! YESSSS, OOOOHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSSS!!!"

Again I felt completely out of control as my body convulsed under the sensations. This time there was no spurt in my vagina, no tensing of muscles as a hard cock was thrust deeper inside me, no, this time there was no stopping as soon as the orgasm hit. This time both vibrators continued their mechanical purring and stimulating right through the orgasm and out the other side. I came down from my high slightly, only to be met by myself returning to the peak as the stimulation and sensations continued then increased, then I was there once more, screaming out my orgasmic pleasure and agony for the world to hear, my body under the influence of some dreadful power which caused itself to move violently and experience unworldly sensations. Oh, stop, stop, please stop, please I need more, more, yes, yes, and again I fell into the abyss, again the painful pleasure, no let up, no rest, I'm falling, stop, stop, I need more, again I fall, endlessly, painlessly, painfully, terrifyingly, joyfully, stop, stop, I can't take more, I must have more I need . . . . 

I gradually came back to waking consciousness, wondering at the dream I'd had. I could remember dreaming that I was falling endlessly and was cumming endlessly. Funny how my mind works. Then I became aware that the light was on and I tentatively opened one eye, then the other, blinking in the sudden brightness. Was I still asleep and only dreaming this? Was it real now or just a dream? How could I know?

"Welcome back," said a voice.

I turned my head and saw Gloria, then saw Stan on my other side, both sitting looking at me and grinning. So they were in my dream as well. How nice, how safe, how pleasant.

I felt them caressing my body, Stan kissing my lips.

"Hello," I croaked, then cleared my throat and tried again, a little better but I noticed my throat hurt a little and I spoke hoarsely.

"Hello. Are you Ok?" asked Gloria.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be? My voice sounds funny, that's all. What happened?"

"Don't you remember?" asked Stan.

"I remember having a wonderful but scary dream. Have I been asleep long? Why are we all awake at this time of night? It's late, isn't it?"

"Darling," began Gloria, gazing with concern into my eyes, "We used two vibrators on you and pushed you to cum continuously for several minutes. To begin with you screamed in ecstasy, then you seemed to lose the power of speech and you went into convulsions. That lasted for several minutes and then you passed out and remained unconscious for a while before waking up. Don't you remember that?"

I didn't answer for a long time, my mind processing what was a dream and what was reality. What if it was all reality? Maybe it was.

"I thought I had a dream, but maybe it all happened. That would explain why I feel so exhausted. I just want to sleep."

"Yes, darling, you sleep," said Stan gently. "In the morning you'll be fine. Goodnight sweetheart, I love you so much."

"And I love you too, darling," added Gloria. 

They both snuggled in beside me and kissed me tenderly.

"Mmm, thank you. I love you both too," I replied as I drifted into a sound, dreamless sleep.



The Mandy Chronicles Ch. 04



Author's note:

This story is fiction; all characters and situations are fictional and any relationship they may bear to any living or dead person is purely coincidental.

This is part 4 of a series which is better understood if Parts 1, 2 and 3 are read first, but that is not essential.

The practices and behaviors of people in this story are not meant as examples for real life and are neither recommended nor necessarily condoned by the author.

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I really enjoyed my corset-fitting appointments with Megan, but today's was very special. Today I was to be fitted for my final corset, the one which would take my waist down to 15 inches, small enough for me to have fingers and thumbs tough when I wrapped my hands around my waist.

It had taken over a year to reach this stage, gradually tightening my corsets until each was as tight as it would go, then moving to the next smaller one. The tighter they became, the slower was my progress until sometimes I wondered if I was actually making progress at all. However, Gloria and Stan assured me that I was and occasionally I could feel parts of me move inside as my internal organs adjusted to the constriction and their new positions.

"This should look superb on you once it can be fully done up," said Megan, holding my new corset up for inspection.

I reached out to stroke the pale blue satin fabric, amazed at how severely it was cut to constrict my waist. Could that ever fit around me, I wondered? I quickly stripped off my tightly laced corset, noticing in the mirror how my abdomen showed little tendency to expand uncontrollably once it was off. I took this as a sign that I was ready for the next progression.

"It looks very tight," I said, "How long until I can wear this one fully laced up?"

"Well, that will probably take a while, maybe even a year. The difference between your current 20 inch waist and this 15 inch is huge. You've been wearing a 20 now for a while so I figure we'll be able to lace this down to 19 or maybe even less today, but then the tighter you go the slower you can proceed. There's a lot of movement needed before your organs redistribute themselves inside."

I gripped the overhead bar and Megan fitted the corset around my already slim waist, fixing it in front before tightening the maces at the back while I braced myself and pulled my stomach in as far as I could. After a while Megan was satisfied and stood back to admire her handiwork.

"Arms down now," she said, "Let's see how that looks."

She observed me as I turned around slowly, barely able to breathe, it seemed, the corset was so tight. I felt my slim waist tentatively, almost afraid I might break in the middle. I also noticed that the fittings for my crotch straps were the same as the old corset so I'd be able to feel the comforting tightness of those squeezing my pussy.

"That looks good. The edges are nearly touching top and bottom but it has about four inches in the middle that can be taken in. That means in a while it should meet neatly right down the back and then you'll have the 15 inch waist that you've dreamed of."

"I can barely breathe," I gasped.

"Yes, that's because it's tighter than the other one was. You'll get used to it but take care to limit any exertion for a while when wearing it or you could faint."

I guessed that I would soon become used to it and it was just the cost of this particular dream. In the end it would all be worthwhile, I knew. I looked at myself again in the mirror as Megan approached me from behind, wrapping her arms around my slim waist, kissing my neck, then reaching up to cup and caress my breasts. I closed my eyes, feeling the warm, sexy feelings flow through me as my pussy respond and my female juices begin to trickle down my inner thighs. I pressed my ass back against her, rubbing it against her pussy.

Megan released me and I turned around and quickly stripped her top and skirt off before kneeling down and kissing her bare pussy. I kneaded her ass cheeks with my hands, pulling her to me, licking, sucking, nibbling. It took only a few minutes before she had her fingers twined in my hair and was pressing my mouth against her. I gently placed my teeth over her clit and bit down softly, eliciting a low moan of passion as she pulled my mouth still tighter against her. I found it difficult to breathe, her pussy reducing my air intake and my corset limiting the amount my ribs and diaphragm could expand. I found myself panting so I licked harder then, as I sensed she was almost ready to cum, I bit down harder on her clit. I heard a cry from her as I passed out and dropped to the floor.

When I awoke, or regained consciousness I guess it would be more correctly, Megan was lying on the carpeted floor with me, cradling me in her arms, both our breaths coming in rapid gasps.

"Thank you, sweetheart," she said between gasps, "That was wonderful. I cum so hard when you bite me like that. Then for you to pass out, wow, that was incredible, that you'd give your last breath to make me cum."

"I love making you cum," I replied, "I didn't know I'd faint though; this corset restricts my breathing far more than the last one."

"That's because it's tighter. You'll need to get used to it. You'll probably faint when you cum too, just like Victorian ladies used to and for the same reason. Let's try, shall we?"

Without waiting for an answer Megan shimmied down my body and began eating my pussy, licking and sucking me just as she knew I liked it. I felt her tongue penetrate me, sucking my juices out before laving my clit very sensuously. I felt jolts of electricity coursing through me and found I was almost ready to cum. I reached down and pulled her head against me and felt that incredible sensation of her teeth closing gently over my clit. The sensations increased, my breathing increased, shallow, rapid gasps as I strove to fill my lungs, faster and faster as I neared orgasm. Suddenly I was there. I tried to let out a long, shrill scream of release but didn't have the breath. Instead I emitted an agonized squeak, gasped again, felt wonderfully powerful sensations wash over me then blackness.

Once again I awoke with Megan holding me, lying on the rug. My pussy was tingling from the aftermath of my orgasm, and although I hadn't felt the entire process, I felt relaxed, breathless and sated.

"Thank you, darling," I gasped. "Will my orgasms be like this from now on, do you think?"

"Just until you get used to the tighter corset. You can always take it off when you make love if you like."

"Hmmm, no, that doesn't sound like fun to me. I'll just have to get used to it, I guess."

We kissed and cuddled for a short time then Megan stood up and helped me up. We dressed again and I fitted the satin crotch strap I had worn with my old corset, Megan helping me to cinch it really tight, then kissed goodbye and I went downstairs, changed elevators, the went up to Stan's lofty perch on the top floor.

As I walked in he let out a low whistle. "Wow, I love the new you," he said as he came round from behind his desk and we hugged. He then held me out at arm's length, then turned me around and inspected me closely. "It looks really tight."

"Then it looks like it feels. I'm pretty breathless in it, that's the only problem. When Megan and I made love after she'd fitted it, I passed out twice. Guess I'll get used to it though."

"Yeah, guess so. Still a little bit to go though. Just make certain you don't tighten it too much or too quickly."

"No chance of that," I replied, "I'd probably pass out while fastening it."

Stan pressed a button on his desk. A few seconds later the door opened and Terri came in.

"You called, St . . Wow, you look awesome, Mandy, just great. What a tiny waist."

"Thanks, Terri, it's really not much smaller than it was but I can certainly now continue working towards making it smaller."

Terri walked around me, examining the corset closely, then stood behind me much like Megan had done and undid my top and skirt.

"Hmmm, typical, no underwear again, just a crotch strap. I want to eat you out, lover," she said, caressing my breasts and tweaking my nipples, then undoing my crotch strap to expose my damp pussy.

I turned in her arms and began stripping her, noting that she was wearing panties but no bra. Within seconds she was naked and I led her to Stan's huge couch where we top and tailed in a spontaneous 69, each making love to the other's pussy. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Stan was sitting in his chair watching us as he stroked his cock, almost hard again despite my best efforts before breakfast.

With the eroticism of the situation, it took little time before both Terri and I were moaning from arousal. I knew Terri was ready to cum so inserted a finger into her ass as I bit down on her clit, sending her to heaven. I listened to my breathing as she writhed against me, noting that it wasn't yet at what I had learned was danger level. As she came down from her orgasm, I felt her increase her stimulation to my pussy, inserting two fingers into my love canal as she also bit onto my clit. I went over the edge big time, with a scream, muted by her pussy, then felt myself writhing and panting and then - nothing.

For the third time today I came to in my lover's arms, this time both lovers, Terri and Stan, were bent over me with concerned looks on their faces as I resurfaced. I grinned up at them.

"Are you Ok," asked a worried Stan.

"Yes, darling, I'm fine. That just happens because I haven't learnt to breathe properly with this new corset. It'll come right, I'm sure." I glanced down at his cock, now large, hard, red and pulsing. "Do you need some attention?"

"Yes, darling, I most certainly do. Would you like to assist or would you prefer to watch me make love with Terri?"

"I want you in me, honey. I want to feel what you feel like inside my very tight belly."

I wriggled around so my ass was over the edge of the couch and spread my legs widely. Stan gripped my ankles, pushed them apart and back over my shoulders, and aimed his cannon at my gaping hole. With a single thrust he was fully implanted. I felt the tightness doing its job immediately, the walls of my vagina pressing hard against his cock, stimulating us both intensely as he thrust back and forth with rapid fucking motions. We were both really close and in only a few short moments I felt him spurt his hot cum deep inside me. The feeling of his injection of hot sperm, along with the stimulation I'd received over the past hour or so, pushed me over the edge and once more I came hard. My short, rapid breaths were again insufficient to provide the increased oxygen demand, exacerbated this time by my legs pressing against my chest, so I only remembered the first part of my orgasm, the last part being lost to oblivion.

When I came to I found that Stan was still deeply implanted in me and looking down at me with concern written over his face.

"Are you Ok, sweetheart?"

"Yes, darling, I'm fine," I gasped, trying to breathe as deeply as possible. "Just let me stretch my legs out a bit please, honey."

He released my legs and I moved them away from my chest, still keeping them bent so he could remain inside me. I felt his cock shrinking in me and knew it would soon pop out. Gradually my breathing slowed and Stan fell out.

"Can I clean you up please?" asked Terri.

"Ooohhh, yes, I'd like that," I replied.

Terri knelt down between my legs and it felt like a vacuum cleaner as she sucked all Stan's cum from my pussy. Her ministrations were sooo arousing and I felt myself approaching yet another orgasm under her expert mouth. She stopped the sucking and licking, knowing I was now as clean as she could make me, and began nibbling at my lips and clit, sucking my clit into her mouth between her tightly compressed lips, then nipping it with her teeth, time and time again, pushing me closer and closer to another orgasm. Then I was there. I listened to my breathing once again become rapid and shallow, striving to take more air into my lungs, but without success. As I came hard I again passed out and felt nothing more until a few moments later when I had relaxed, my blood oxygen levels had increased again and I was once more conscious.

Terri and I kissed deeply as I thanked her for her clean up and orgasm. We all rinsed ourselves off with a wash cloth and dressed, Terri helping me tighten my crotch strap so it provided constant stimulation to my pussy lips and clit. I knew I'd be more than ready for some attention by the evening.

"You felt so wonderfully tight," said Stan, "The pressure of the corset certainly makes a difference."

"Yes, it does for me too. I think it just emphasizes any stimulation I receive."

"I'd better get back to work," said Terri, "I don't want the boss sacking me," she grinned at Stan.

"No chance of that," he replied, giving her a friendly pat on the ass as she went back to her office.

We talked about a few things until Stan's phone rang and our sexy interlude was ended. I blew him a kiss as I stepped back into the private elevator, seeing him return it as the doors closed.

Once at home I was quick to strip off my clothes, leaving my corset on, and once again parade in front of the mirror, turning sideways for a good view of my tiny waist. So close to my dream, yet I knew I had many months of gradually tightening the corset before it was achieved. My focus must be my breathing. Four times today I'd cum without feeling the whole orgasm any time. That, in my opinion, was a waste. My body felt sated so it was obviously gaining the benefit of these releases, but I didn't like not feeling them completely. I resolved to take a more passive role and see if that would help.

After a small lunch (it's amazing how much a tight corset reduces your appetite) Gloria arrived home and once more I put myself on display. This, of course, led to the inevitable love making as Gloria selected several toys and we spent the next few hours playing with them with each other on the bed. I experienced several crashing orgasms while I relaxed as much as possible and remained conscious the whole time. I was pleased that my idea of becoming more passive seemed to be working. Perhaps if I wanted a really active sexy romp I could simply remove my corset temporarily in future.

Gloria and I prepared dinner and Stan arrived home. We all shared our day's experiences as we ate, then shared our nightly love in our large bed. This time I simply lay on my back, spread-eagled, and allowed Stan to make love to me. It took a little longer before I came, but then Stan also took longer to cum, so that made it very enjoyable. Gloria and I made out together once more, Gloria relieving me of Stan's cum this time, before we all slept soundly.

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Several weeks after I started wearing my new corset I was sitting in bed, on Stan, his rigid cock implanted deeply within my love tunnel, watched by Gloria who was waiting to suck me dry once Stan came inside me. I was, of course, wearing my new corset which I had adjusted only slightly since first wearing it. It was certainly true that the smaller my waist became the longer it took to decrease still further. I was also panting, even though I was exerting myself very little. The thought crossed my mind that it would be great to be able to easily and quickly adjust my corset so I would remain conscious for all my gorgeous orgasms. Suddenly an idea came to me.

"Stan, darling, I have an idea," I began, rocking back and forth gently. "What if we made an adjustable corset which may have lacing down the back, although that wouldn't be necessary, but that had clips down the front that worked like ski boot fastenings, using over-center toggle fasteners so the wearer could adjust them easily. That way I could loosen the top ones to allow me to breathe properly while we made love."

Stan stopped pushing and pulling on my hips, forcing me to either remain still or use my precious oxygen to continue rocking. I became still.

"That's a great idea. Come to work tomorrow and you and Megan can design something. Meantime, I feel horny and want to give you your morning injection of cum, and I'm sure Gloria's hungry as well."

Stan continued to move me back and forth with greater enthusiasm, obviously turned on by my idea, at least I hoped so. I felt myself losing control, felt his cock stimulating me from the inside, felt myself climbing the slope before the abyss, the sensations increased, tingling through my body, so close, nearly, almost there then WHAM!

"Yesss, oooohhhh, yessss, darling, like that, yeah, fuck me fuck meeee, I'm CUMMMMMINGGGGGGG!!"

The wonderful sensations washed through me and in a distant part of my mind I felt my vagina being flooded with hot cum as Stan's cock spewed his hot jism deep inside me. Then I slowly came down from my high and rolled sideways to lie on the bed on my back, Stan's cock pulling out as I lay panting, sated.

Gloria positioned herself between my legs and I felt her tongue and lips on my pussy, licking and sucking as she took all of her husband's cum from my pussy and swallowed it, licking her lips to collect every last drop.

Later that morning I visited Megan, who had been told I would be arriving, and I outlined my ideas for adjustable clips.

"I think we might have just the thing," she said, "Although we've never used them on corsets before. However, I'm sure they could be used in this way."

She went to a shelf and took down a belt which had two clips on one end that fastened onto hooks on an adjustable sliding flattened metal loop on the other end. She placed it around my waist and pulled the end through the loop, fastening it to the belt after pulling it tight. She then fitted the extended toggles onto the hooks and pulled them across, which tightened the belt so that even through the corset I could feel it cinch my waist in a tiny bit more.

"Is that the sort of thing you were thinking of?" she asked.

"Yes, that looks perfect. So if you used these fasteners up the front of the corset they could be adjusted easily from the front. Also I'd be able to loosen the top ones so I could breathe more easily during love-making while retaining the pressure on the lower ones which creates such wonderful feelings inside. I assume that there wouldn't be this flat loop to adjust so you'd need to fit a line of the hooks so adjustment could be by using the next hook, like they do on ski boots. Can you do this, do you think?"

"Yes, that should be no problem at all. I'll organize it and you can probably collect your next corset tomorrow. I'm sure it will be a definite best seller with our corset-minded customers as well. I guess we could call it our Mandy corset, would that be Ok with you?"

I laughed, liking the idea of having a corset range named after me.

"That's fine, but only on one condition."

Megan was curious. "What's that?"

"That you also make up a three inch wide belt with three of the attachments on the ends like the belt you first showed me. That looked like fun. I'm sure that if I took off my corset during sex and fitted the belt, firstly I could tighten the belt much more than a corset as the pressure would be more localized and secondly I then would be able to be active rather than passive while making love and still not pass out."

"That's an excellent idea. I'll get a belt made up at the same time."

"Thank you. The other thing is that while these clips work well with a belt and corset, they would also allow me to put more pressure on my pussy with my crotch strap, so maybe you could make up some crotch straps with this tightening mechanism as well. Is that a possibility?"

"It sounds like the Mandy range of corsets and BDSM gear is going to be a best seller," said Megan, grinning at the prospect of an entirely new range of product. "Stan certainly knew what he was doing when he chose you."




The Mandy Chronicles Ch. 04



I blushed as I remembered those halcyon days at the beach and thought momentarily of how far we'd come since then.

"Yes, though I feel the choosing was more mutual than one way."

"So would you like to remove your corset now and try this narrower belt for a start?"

"That sounds like fun, if you have the time."

Megan obviously did and so removed my corset, commenting how I'd been able to tighten it a little since I first wore it. She examined my waist once it was bare, pressing to feel the repositioning of internal organs and placing both hands around my waist to see how close her fingers and thumbs were to meeting. 

"You're doing well," she finally said, "At this rate you should be down to 15 inches within a year I'd think."

"I hope so," I replied, "I'm so looking forward to that."

"Now, let's get this belt on you."

Megan placed the two inch belt around my waist and pulled it through the flat loop until the extended toggles could just be attached to the hooks. She then pulled hard on the end of the belt, sliding it forward through the flat loop until it was quite tight, before attaching it firmly to the flat loop.

"Are you ready for this?" she asked as she held her fingers on the two toggles.

"Yes. Do it."

Megan pulled the two toggles sideways, forcing the belt to become tighter and tighter until the toggles finally went over-center and sat against the belt, holding it tightly in place. It was tight, far tighter than the corset because it was far more localized and the flesh and organs under the belt could more easily move up or down. 

"That feels, um, different, really great. Let me walk in it for a bit."

Megan let go of my arm and I walked across the room, feeling almost a disjointed effect between my upper and lower body. It felt really sexy, really erotic and, as I stumbled and nearly fell, really disconnected, almost as though I was two people balanced on one another. I told Megan about the feelings.

"Yes, I'm guessing that the muscles in the top half are unable to have much influence over the bottom half. Walking on two legs is a complex action which is why it takes a while for babies to learn to walk. So your body will probably need a while to relearn to walk, but I wouldn't recommend you wear this for very long at all, especially to begin with."

"Right now I think the only time I'll wear it is when I'm having sex. I'll be able to be far more active now because I can breathe easier. Can we try it out, do you think?"

"I thought you'd never ask," replied Megan as she stripped out of the few clothes she wore. She helped me over to a couch, sat me down, then went to another shelf and selected a huge double ended dildo. "I'm sure you're wet enough to not need any lube; I know I am," she said as she fitted one end into her vagina and then worked the other end into mine.

For the next ten minutes we fucked each other with our artificial cock, pressing it in to completely fill our passages then moving apart to almost fully withdraw, before thrusting together once more. It took only a few minutes of this stimulation before I reached my first orgasm, which I fully experienced now I could breathe properly. Once I'd cum the first time, Megan continued unabated, thrusting, withdrawing, over and over until she came hard. I watched in awe as her body experienced her pleasure and reached up to squeeze her nipples to intensify the sensations. Then she resumed her motions, pushing me to my second orgasm and returning the nipple squeezing favor. It took several more minutes until we were both ready to cum once more. This time we timed our orgasms to coincide and both experienced the exquisite sensations as we collapsed onto each other, our pussies pressing together and the dildo pushed deeply inside us as our hands massaged each other's breasts.

Gradually we came down from our orgasmic highs, both panting and conscious. We lay together for a short time before Megan stirred and stood up, withdrawing the dildo from her pussy.

"I should get back to work," she said, "Much as I'd like to do this all day. You keep the belt and dildo; I'm sure you'll use both at home and there's plenty more here."

"Thank you, darling," I replied, reaching up to draw her down for a final kiss, cuddle and caress.

We cleaned ourselves up; I removed the belt and refitted the corset, then refitted my crotch strap, tightening it with Megan's help so that it pressed hard against my pussy area.

"Would you like a dildo in there to go home with?" asked Megan.

"Mmmm, yes please, that would be exciting."

Megan selected a soft, large diameter, eight inch dildo, undid the strap, inserted the dildo, then did the strap up again tightly. I could feel the dildo pressing against the end of my vagina as its girth pushed sideways on the walls, already constricted by the corset. I took a few steps and felt the stimulation of this intruder inside me.

"Oooohhhh, yes, that feels wonderful," I told Megan, "I wonder how many times I'll cum on the way home."

"Keep count and let me know," replied Megan with a grin. "Incidentally, the dildo is hollow and also has a stopper so you can fill it with warm water or ice or a remote control vibrator if you wish. Have fun."

We kissed and hugged, then I went downstairs in the elevator and caught a bus home, sitting at the back over the vibrating rear engine. It was an interesting trip; I came four times from the vibrations that pulsed through my pussy. I then alighted from the bus three stops before mine and walked quickly home, having to stop and hold a wall or lamp post as I had three more orgasms from the stimulation caused by walking. Once I arrived home I was exhausted and lay on my bed and slept.

I was awakened by Gloria arriving home. She came into our room and saw me lying on the bed, immediately wondering whether I was ill. I reassured her and then she began stripping me, removing my crotch strap and extracting the dildo from my very wet vagina, releasing a flood of pent up juices.

"You really do have it bad, eh," she said, "I'll be back in a moment."

She returned in a very short time with the dildo and reinserted it inside me, holding it in by fitting a narrow crotch strap really tightly so it slipped between my lips and pressed against my clit, as well as holding the dildo even deeper inside me. It took only a few seconds for me to feel the cold inside my vagina.

"What's in it?" I asked.

"Just some cold water from the fridge," she replied. "Next time I'll freeze it in the ice box and then it'll really cool you down."

As my vagina cooled down I began to feel strangely sexy once more. I guessed that any change from normal stimulated me and triggered my desire for sexual release; the trials of being a nymphomaniac.

"Please, darling, could you make me cum, now?" I asked her.

"I'd be delighted to sweetie," she replied, smiling.

She brought a vibrator from a drawer, turned it onto low speed and began massaging my whole pussy area, holding it on my compressed clit for a few seconds, then moving it elsewhere, only to return to my clit after a short time. With her free hand and mouth she caressed, squeezed, twisted, licked, sucked and nibbled on my breasts and nipples. The combined effects of this stimulation had me gasping for breath after only a short time so she ceased all stimulation to enable me to regain my breath. Once that was again normal, she restarted her stimulation patterns until once again I was panting, when once again she stopped and allowed me to recover.

"Ooohhh, Gloria, please let me cum. This is sooo frustrating and I need to cum now."

Gloria merely laughed. "Not yet, in fact, not ever until Stan arrives home. Then he can slip his hot cock into your nice cool pussy and fuck you to heaven."

I mentally cursed her for the torture she intended to put me through. After about half an hour more she stopped and turned off the vibe.

"Lunch time," she announced, taking my hand and pulling me into a sitting position on the bed. "Come on, you need to eat or you'll waste away to nothing."

Together we ate lunch in the kitchen. Gloria prohibited any further sexual stimulation while we ate, knocking my hand away from her pussy and from my own several times. We took our coffee into the lounge and sat on the couches and once more Gloria had to prevent me from touching myself in any way which could cause stimulation.

Once we had finished she removed my crotch strap and looked at my red swollen pussy.

"Poor thing's had quite a workout by the look of it," she said, feigning sympathy, "Maybe she needs cooling down some more."

She removed my dildo and went to the kitchen where I heard her opening the icebox and the sound of breaking ice cubes followed by running water. She then returned, triumphantly holding the refilled dildo.

"Here, try this. It's got ice and water in this time so this should cool your ardour."

She slipped it in and refastened the strap, pulling it as tight as she could. The pressure on my clit was painful, the inside of my vagina felt like it was freezing, but the overall feeling was one of sexual arousal and stimulation. Omg, I thought, what have I become?

I spent the next half hour telling Gloria about my visit to Megan. I watched her closely during this time, noticing how she was crossing and uncrossing her legs, a sign of arousal. I poured on the visual images, detailing my orgasms, Megan's orgasms, and I watched as Gloria became more and more aroused. Finally she cracked.

"Ok, you win, come to bed with me and make love with me. I need to cum and I know you do too."

She reached for my hand, pulled me to my feet and hugged me close to her, grinding her pussy against mine, her tits against mine, and we kissed, our tongues fighting for possession of the other's mouth. Then we raced to the bedroom. We stripped each other naked, including removing my corset, then made love on the bed, each of us using the vibrator in turn to bring the other off. Finally I pulled the double ended dildo that Megan had given me from my bag and pushed it into my sloppy vagina. Gloria watched me intently as I then positioned myself between her legs and brought the other end to her sloppy entrance. I leant forward and gently worked the end into her, aware of her dislike of penetrative sex and hoping that she would accept this. She did. Once it was part way in she began thrusting her hips to gain greater penetration and very soon we were lying together, pussy to pussy, the dildo deeply implanted in each of us. We began moving experimentally back and forth, finding what felt good, our nipples pressing into each other's nipples, rubbing together and becoming even more erect and aroused. We found the best position where the dildo stimulated each of our clits and simply moved gently and in unison, feeling the gentle waves of stimulation radiating through our bodies from our sexual centers. We lay like this for a long time, very gradually building towards the inevitable orgasm which we knew was approaching, slowly and inexorably.

After a long time, probably close to half an hour, we were both close. The stimulation we were feeling was intensifying, every slight movement caused a jolt of sexual electricity to pulse though our bodies. I had never felt so in-tune with anyone else; it was as though our bodies and souls had merged, a feeling of oneness unlike anything I had previously known. We were both resisting anything that would speed up the inevitable end point, neither of us wanting to cut short this almost spiritual communion between ourselves. But everything must have an end, otherwise there can be no new beginning. 

Ultimately it was Gloria who precipitated the climax. She gave a stronger than usual thrust which pushed against my clit, causing an involuntary hard thrust in return, after which we no longer controlled our actions. For a few seconds we were thrusting and counter-thrusting, pushing each other upwards towards our climax, until . . . 

"AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!" yelled Gloria as her body convulsed beneath me, causing me to join her scream of passion and release. Together we both came hard, both gasping for breath as sensations overwhelmed us completely. I remember a passing thought that I was pleased I wasn't wearing my corset or I'd be unconscious, then the sexual sensations obliterated everything as I felt our hips thrusting, the dildo pummelling each of our vaginas mercilessly, extracting every last ounce of pleasure from our combined love making.

All things come to an end, including those we most enjoy. Very gradually we wound down, our bodies tiring, our sweat and juices mingling, our tired muscles relaxing until we lay together on the bed, cuddling, caressing and kissing one another as our breathing slowed and our senses returned to normal. We continued to lie together, still, resting, then finally sleeping.

We awoke with a start. The front door was opening; it was almost a dark. As reality dawned we realized we were still in a mutual embrace, still lying on the bed, still connected by a dildo in each of our vaginas, and footsteps were approaching as Stan's voice was calling.

"Hello, sweethearts, are you home?"

"In here," I eventually managed.

The door opened and Stan entered, gazing at his wife and his lover, both naked, embracing on the bed.

"Wow, what a great welcome this is," he grinned, "Is this a private party or can anyone join in?"

Slowly, and with some embarrassment, we untangled ourselves from each other and the bedclothes.

"What a beauty!" exclaimed Stan as he saw the huge double ended dildo as we slowly extricated it from our now slightly shrunken and less moist vaginas. "Sorry mine's not quite that big."

"We're not," replied Gloria.

"Speak for yourself," I retorted, "Size does matter, at least it does for me, and yours is just a wonderful size, darling," I added for Stan's benefit.

"So, I wonder what punishment we should mete out for you two sexy ladies," said Stan as we finally cleaned ourselves up to be at least marginally presentable.

I climbed off the bed and knelt at his feet.

"Please, Master, be compassionate towards your humble, erring slaves," I begged.

Gloria heard what I said and slipped into the unfamiliar role, quickly kneeling beside me as we both kept our eyes fixed on the carpet beneath Stan's feet. Stan was also quick on the uptake.

"That's much better, slaves. Slave Gloria, go to the kitchen and prepare dinner for us now."

Gloria quickly stood and reached for her discarded clothing.

"Do it now, slave Gloria, naked," ordered Stan.

"Y . . yes, Master," stammered Gloria as she hurried out of the room.

"So, you thought you needed some sexual release, did you, slave Mandy?"

"Yes, Master," I replied, looking down.

"And why are you not wearing your corset?"

"My corset causes me to faint when I cum hard, Master, so I wanted to experience cumming hard without fainting."

"Hmmm, and what is this belt for?" asked Stan.

I told him of my visit to Megan, confessed our sexual encounter, confessed my sexual experiences on the way home and described in detail what had occurred since I had arrived home. By the time I'd finished I noticed a light sheen of sweat on Stan's forehead and saw his cock was tenting his trousers outwards.

"By the look of you, Master, I can see you need some sexual release also. Would you like me to assist you in this, Master?"

"Yes, slave, but first I want you to put on the belt that you have and I want to do it up tightly myself."

Dutifully I retrieved the belt and wrapped it around my waist, then approached Stan to do it up tightly. Stan is strong, a lot stronger than Megan. He pulled the belt through the flattened ring until it was as tight as Megan had fitted it, then he pulled harder until it was as tight as it had been after it had been fastened. Then he pulled it one more notch. Finally, with a grin on his face, he watched me intently as he fastened both toggles, reducing it still further. I had never been constricted as much as now. I looked down at my waist, scared by what I may see, but excited by the pressure inside me and by the small amount of sensation I was feeling from the lower half of my body. I placed my fingers and thumbs around my waist and they very nearly touched. It must have been about 16 inches, far tighter than I'd ever had before.

"Sit on the bed," he commanded.

I did and he went to the wardrobe and brought out my four inch heels, which he put on my feet. He then helped me stand up again.

"Now, slave, walk into the kitchen," ordered Stan.

I tentatively took a step and nearly fell over. It was as though I was numb from the waist down. I held the wall with one hand and Stan held my other hand and like that we walked down the passage and through the kitchen door, where I was unable to reach the wall. Stan helped me walk to the center of the room then let me go and stood aside as I balanced there in my high heels. Gloria paused in her meal preparations and watched the show.

I tried to take a step but found that I couldn't balance on one foot long enough to move the other. I was effectively immobile. 

"Move," commanded Stan.

I stepped forward then fell to the ground.

"I can't walk on my own, Master," I said, remaining in role.

Stan bent down and removed my shoes. "Now stand up and walk," he commanded.

Slowly I managed to stand and gain my balance, then slowly and carefully I took a step. My hips wobbled scarily, the feedback from my feet failing to get through to my brain to allow me to balance. I managed one, then a second step, then again fell over. It felt really weird.

Stan reached down and helped me up then assisted me into the lounge where he told me to kneel on the carpet. At least I could do that, I thought. He then removed his trousers and undershorts and stood in front of me, his hard cock at mouth level.

"Suck it, slave," he ordered, "Make me cum and eat it all."

I would have much preferred his cum inside my pussy but, in keeping with the role play I had initiated, I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him, running my tongue around his cock head while I gently stretched and squeezed his balls. He came quickly, spurting his hot sperm into the back of my mouth while I swallowed it all. I ran my thumb up his urethra, milking every drop from him before removing him from my mouth.

"Very good, slave," he complimented, "Are you willing for this role play to end now?"

"Yes, Master," I replied, then looked up at him in time to catch his huge grin as he bent down and lifted me to my feet, hugging me tightly to him and gesturing for Gloria to join us. She did and we had a long, loving group hug. Once he released us, Gloria returned to dinner preparations while Stan loosened my belt by a few notches so I could walk unaided.

"Are you happy to continue making dinner?" he asked Gloria.

"Yes, you two go have some time to yourselves," she replied.

He placed his arm around my narrow waist and together we walked to the bedroom. I stripped him completely but we left my belt on, allowing me to take a more vigorous part in our sex play than if I'd worn my corset. He bent me over the end of the bed, used his knees to push my knees apart, then entered my sopping vagina with his once-again hard cock. He pulled me back against him, his strong hands wrapped over my shoulders, and I felt the head of his cock pounding against the end of my vagina. God how I loved his huge cock inside me! He knew I'd had my fun this afternoon and had come countless times today so he was after his own release regardless of my pleasure. However, despite this and because he'd cum in my mouth only recently, his cock moving inside me was pushing me to yet another release. If only I could rub my clit I'd be there.

As if reading my thoughts, Stan suddenly withdrew.




The Mandy Chronicles Ch. 04



"Ride me," he commanded hoarsely as he lay on his back on the bed.

I quickly straddled him and lowered my hips so I engulfed his hard slippery cock. I leant forward a little and felt my clit press against his hairy pubic bone. It felt like an electric shock as my stimulation immediately climbed several notches. He placed his hands on my hips, his fingers and thumbs holding me just below my belt, and pushed me back and forth, his cock sliding over my clit as I went back and his cock partly withdrew, only to slide back over my clit as his cock entered me fully, then over my perineum as it withdrew once again when he pulled me forward. The sensations were magic; I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. Neither could Stan. With a final thrust he pushed fully inside me, lifting my knees off the bed as his hips thrust powerfully upwards and I felt his hot cum spurting in the end of my vagina. I felt at least four pulses before I lost all control and screamed out my orgasm.

"YYYYEEEESSSSSS!! OOOOHHHHH, YYYEEESSSSS, DARLING, AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!" I cried as waves of ecstasy poured over me. In my ears I heard my panting breaths and thumping heartbeat while we both enjoyed the blissful orgasmic sensations that washed over us, the orgasm of each feeding the orgasm of the other.

As the power of the experience receded I slowly collapsed onto Stan's body, my hard nipples pressing into his chest as we kissed and murmured sweet words to each other. After a few more minutes he called out to Gloria to come to the bedroom. She arrived after a few seconds.

"Gloria, you have a clean-up job to do please," he told her, "Please clean up my cock first, then you can clean up Mandy."

Gloria began eagerly licking Stan's cum from his cock and pubic area after he rolled onto his back beside me. She obviously enjoyed the taste and the activity as she licked and sucked with alacrity until he was clean, even squeezing the last little bit out of his cock. As he watched, she then cleaned my pussy, licking the outside cum first then pushing her tongue inside me to suck the main dose out. Of course she gave my clit a good licking and sucking as well and after a few minutes achieved her ultimate goal, and probably Stan's too, as I once again came hard, though not nearly as hard as on Stan's cock.

After she had finished she returned to dinner preparations while I lay there, inert on the bed, totally cummed out. I had lost count of the times I had cum today; all I knew was that it was probably a record and certainly a record I would be keen to break in future. But right now I felt sated; an unusual feeling for a nymphomaniac.

Stan and I cuddled for a short time until Gloria called us for dinner. We all ate naked, except for my belt, then I cleaned the kitchen while Stan and Gloria watched some television in the lounge. I joined them a little later and Stan found an online xxx movie which we all watched together, cuddling and caressing each other. Amazingly by the end of the movie Stan's cock was hard once again and I was feeling incredibly sexy. So much for feeling sated a while ago. I think Gloria was also feeling sexy, probably for me not for Stan, because she had moved from beside Stan to beside me so I could caress her pussy and breasts.

Once the movie was over we all headed for the bedroom and Gloria gave me the vibrator.

"Make me cum, darling," she whispered in my ear as she lay on her back on the bed, her legs splayed, her pussy on display. Stan was definitely turned on by the sight of his wife wanting me to satisfy her. He left the room for a few minutes and returned with some light rope with which he fashioned wrist restraints, looping them over Gloria's wrists and attaching them to the head of the bed. He then repeated the process with her legs, tying her knees to the sides of the bed to keep her widely spread.

While Stan caressed, twisted, sucked and licked her breasts and nipples, I used my fingers and vibrator on Gloria's pussy, stimulating her clit at slow speed to start with, then gradually increasing the speed while watching her responses. By the time it was half speed she was there and writhed as much as possible in her restraints while thrusting her pussy at the vibrating cock I held in my hand. Her keening wail rose in intensity as she came hard.

I continued to hold the vibrator on her clit as she came and kept it there after she had finished.

"Ohhh, take it away, no more, please, no more," she begged.

I ignored her pleas and turned it up slightly while holding it against her clit while I stimulated her G spot with my fingers inside her vagina. After a short time her pleas ended and she was once again moaning and keening as she approached a second orgasm. This one arrived quickly and was louder and more violent than the first, her body thrashing about as I tried to hold the vibrator in place against her clit. Once more the sensations died down and she begged me to stop, to which I responded by increasing the speed to maximum and redoubling my stimulation of her G spot. Within a minute she was again in ecstasy, once more writhing and thrashing about on the bed while screaming her orgasm to the world. I held the vibrator on her clit and she continued to cum continuously for at least two minutes, when I removed it and she slowly relaxed. Stan released her knees and wrists, allowing Gloria to roll onto her side, curl up slightly, and drop into an exhausted sleep.

Stan and I spooned together, his arm over me with his fingers gently rubbing my clit, while his cock was buried inside my vagina, moving gently and so sexily inside me. The stimulation of pre-dinner activities, sexy movie and watching Gloria's orgasms were enough to cause us both to orgasm very quickly, after which we remained in place and drifted off to sleep.

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I had collected my new corset from Megan two days after our orgy. I recall how exhausted and sexually sated were all were after that night nearly a year ago, so much so that for the only time I can remember none of us was interested in sex the following day, probably a record for me at least. I remembered how after a trial fit with Megan and the usual post-fitting orgasms, I brought the new corset with the adjustable clips as well as the new crotch straps home and had a play during the afternoon. Once Stan and Gloria were home that evening there was the compulsory fashion parade and both had fun tightening the corset and straps before we ended it all with yet another orgy. That new corset enabled me to easily and quickly make adjustments, tightening the waist portion, loosening the upper portion during sex so I no longer faint, then retightening it until it's as tight as I can bear. Because it is so easy to adjust, I am able to vary the pressure and feel that this allows the corset to constrict me for a while then release me, then repeat the process, which seems to have reduceed my waist a lot faster than it did before.

Yesterday I spent eight hours in my adjustable corset with the waist at 15 inches - my goal! I felt so proud of myself, and also so relieved when I opened it up a bit to about 18 inches. So today I laced up my previous corset as tightly as it would go and determined to fit myself into it then wear it to show Megan. Once laced, the waist looked horrendously tiny and it took a long time to completely fasten all the clips, but I got there and it looked wonderful. I tried walking and felt some small amount of instability, but nothing like the tight belt on 'that night'. I caught a bus to Megan and took the elevator to her floor.

"Hi, Mandy," she greeted me as I walked in, "Wow, have you gone back to the earlier corset? What's it set at?"

"It's edge to edge at 15 inches," I replied proudly, turning so she could see that the laces were all tight and the edges met all the way up before turning back and placing both hands just above my hips with fingers meeting at the front and thumbs at the back.

"Fantastic," she said, rushing over to hug me. "Does Stan know?"

"No, not yet. Do you think we should show him?"

"Absolutely. How's the breathing?"

"I think it's fine, well, maybe adequate would be a better description. I've grown used to the top tightness, it's been the middle I've had to work on."

"Great, let's surprise Stan."

We firstly went to the ground floor then changed elevators and used the private elevator so we could walk into Stan's office without needing to go past Terri. The doors opened and we walked in. Stan looked up from his phone call and quickly said he had an emergency and would call later. He then came around his desk and looked at me. I turned to show the edge to edge lacing and he simply said "Wow! Congratulations." He hugged me and kissed me lovingly. I then placed my fingers around my waist so they met and he was again amazed.

"So you finally did it. I wonder if you'll faint when you cum?"

"So do I," I replied, "Shall we find out now?"

"Sounds good to me," he agreed, starting to strip off his clothes. Megan removed my top and skirt and I kicked off my shoes. Stan then picked me up as though I was weightless and carried me to the couch.

"How do you want it?" he asked.

"I want it standing, bent over, from behind and I want Megan licking my clit while you fuck me," I replied with a grin, turning my back to Stan and bending over so my fingers rested on the ground. I was pleased my corset wasn't longer as this position tightened it still further at my hips. It should be fun with his huge cock in me, I thought.

I was quite well lubricated and Stan's cock was oozing precum as he positioned himself behind me, spreading his legs to lower himself slightly and allow Megan, now also naked, to sit between my legs and lick my clit. Undoubtedly she had an excellent view of proceedings. Stan eased his cock into me, feeling the tightness inside due to the corset constriction and my position. He took several attempts before he was able to press against the end, but eventually he was lodged securely in place.

Megan now began to lick my clit and was also squeezing and pulling gently on Stan's balls. He began moving in and out, fucking my tight vagina thoroughly. It felt heavenly; the sensations were slightly different from what I had previously experienced and everything felt so powerful and sexy. It took me only a few minutes before I was ready to cum. Once I told Stan he told me to cum because he was there too. As I felt his hot deposits pulsing against the end of my vagina, I let out a scream and writhed as much as possible in this position. Stan reached forward and cupped my breasts, squeezing them hard, causing even more ecstasy to surge through my body.

We were both in the midst of our climaxes when the door opened and Terri rushed in.

"Is there a . . . Ooops, sorry, I heard a scream," she said.

"Come in, Terri," said Stan as his cock spewed the last of his cum inside me.

Terri came over and noticed that my corset was completely laced up.

"Oh, god, Mandy, you've done it!"

"Yes," explained Stan, "This is her reward."

"Oh. Can I clean her up please?"

"Of course," replied Stan as he moved backwards to withdraw his softening cock from my tunnel.

I remained in position and Terri took Megan's place and began sucking all Stan's cum from my pussy. She inserted her tongue to retrieve every drop, then gave me a wonderful clit licking. I felt myself again approaching my orgasm, a feeling which Terri also noticed, so she bit down gently on my clit and I was cumming again, my hips thrusting, seeking a non-existent cock. Terri thrust three fingers into my vagina and began massaging my G spot, which caused my orgasm to intensify so that I screamed once more. She continued to lick and suck me through that orgasm and refused to stop even as it diminished. Her continued stimulation brought me to another, smaller high a few minutes later, after which my body was a trembling mess and I stood up, looking for a support or a seat.

Stan helped me over to the couch and I sat down, resting after so much stimulation and after expending so much orgasmic energy. Stan, Megan and Terri looked at each other and at me. Stan's cock was once again rigid and Megan was gently caressing it.

"What do you want to do with this fellah?" she asked.

"It's not a question of what to do with him, it's where do we want him to be when it happens," replied Stan. "Do we have any volunteers?"

Both Terri and Megan immediately volunteered; I was still too exhausted, much as I'd have liked to. Besides which, it was their turn, I thought charitably.

Stan positioned both Terri and Megan on the couch, Megan with her back on the seat, legs wide apart and hanging down with feet on the floor. He then positioned Terri face down on top of Megan, legs apart and partly supported on Terri's legs. In this position both women's pussies were close together and I could see that both were oozing feminine juices.

Stan stood between their legs and positioned his cock at the entrance to Terri's vagina, before pushing gently inside until he reached the end. He then withdrew, moved slightly and repeated the action with Megan. He then began fucking each in turn, one stroke each, slowly and deliberately.

This continued for upwards of ten minutes, both women writhing slightly each time, their pussy lips clasping at nothing as Stan removed their instrument of pleasure and inserted it into the other grasping vagina. Both women were moaning, trying hard to achieve a release but unable due to the intermittent nature of the stimulation. This again continued for many minutes and could probably have continued all day had not Stan decided it was time to relieve his two employees of their frustration so they could return to work. 

He thrust fully into Terri's vagina then began a rapid fucking of her tunnel which pushed her to orgasm after only a few strokes. As she was cumming, Stan withdrew and repeated the action with Megan, who also came very quickly, this time causing Stan to begin spurting inside Megan's vagina. After two spurts, and with great self-control, Stan withdrew and inserted his dripping organ into Terri and released the remainder of his load into her spasming vagina.

They remained like that for several minutes, recovering, Stan withdrawing from one and re-entering the other several times. Finally they parted and I went over and began lapping Stan's cum and the women's juices from their pussies. What a feast! The taste was divine and I finally licked them clean.

We cleaned up in Stan's washroom and redressed, then had a group hug before Megan and Terri returned to their work stations while Stan and I kissed and cuddled for a while, then I went down in the private elevator and home by bus. 

When Gloria arrived home I showed her my corset achievement, told her about today's adventures and we enjoyed some wonderful sex play with dildos and vibrators, remembering to make dinner before Stan arrived home.

"You know, I think I might try wearing a corset to reduce my waist," commented Gloria over dinner, "I wonder what size would be a realistic goal?"