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The Weather Girl Ch. 01

By: seat542



My biggest turn on has to be the eroticism of being erotic. This probably doesn't make a great deal of sense to you, so allow me to explain. We all have needs, wants and desires. For the most part we satisfy them in our daily life.

We dress for work, play and other activities. We eat food which appeals to us. We participate in events we find enjoyable. We do this by listening to our needs, wants and desires. There is one exception to this: our sexual needs, wants and desires.

Society has those under wraps so to speak. Parents send their kids to school to gain knowledge. Some even teach and work with their children on projects and sports. But for the most part, people learn about sexuality on their own.

I was no exception.

Growing up in a small rural community in Pennsylvania an hour and a half west of Philadelphia, home was close enough to the big city to see its influence, yet far enough away to be shielded from its influence. It was conservative white bread America. Big news was a horse being hit by a truck on Route 30. It was a clean town, nothing sexual about it; farm fresh vegetables from the markets if, for some reason, you didn't grow them yourself.

Well, I was a bit different and probably still am. I found eroticism everywhere. I didn't know what to call it, but I knew it when I saw it: the painted lips of the ladies at a party; how their look changed based on the event. I would notice their bras and panties hanging from the clothes line to dry (...good old clothes lines...don't see 'em much anymore...but if you do see one, read it because there are stories swaying in the breeze).

When I ran through the back yards to the ball fields, I always made a note as to who had what hanging to dry. Nothing better than seeing a piece of intimacy with its recent story washed clean. If only I could have been there....

Our town was a little bigger than most. It was home to a morning and evening newspaper, a couple of radio stations and even had its own TV station. This was important because local news was much more important than Philly news.

My name is Doug Keiffer and this is a story about finding some kink in a small town.

My best friend growing up was Robbie Bucher. Robbie and I did everything together. We were on the same sports teams and went to the same schools. I used to live at his house because Robbie's family was one of the "haves" and my family was one of the "have nots." Robbie's family was handsome. His dad, Jim, was a successful attorney who was always in the newspapers for some trial. His much older sister, Carol, was a stuck up snob but just happened to be a beauty queen. Guys drooled over her, but Robbie and I knew she was simply an ass.

Robbie's mom was a different story, a beautiful woman through and through. Everyone in our neighborhood and probably the town thought she was the classiest woman they ever saw. And they saw here every night for she was "the weather girl" at our local TV station. Her name was Betty; Betty Bucher—The Weather Girl. She entered everyone's house each evening with the local forecast and everyone loved her.

As Robbie's friend I was asked what she was like. . She was so beautiful even my parents would ask!

Mrs. Bucher was a pleasant lady with a warm smile. She treated me as part of the family. I was allowed in their house at any time and I even had a key. They gave me one as they took many trips, as someone needed to feed and walk their dog, mow their lawn, take out the trash, and other tasks they would have written down for me (remember the "haves" and "have-nots"). Being treated like a member of the family wasn't always positive. It was crystal clear Betty (Mrs. Bucher) and Carol ran the house. Carol would often throw a fit and stomp around the house until Betty made Jim, Robbie, or I cater to Carol's selfish whim du jour. If Betty wanted something, all she had to do was ask one time and Jim responded immediately. It seemed kind of natural as beauty always seemed to get what it wants.

Towards the end of our high schools years, it was apparent Robbie and I would be going in different directions. With his family's money, Robbie was going Ivy League—Princeton. Although my grades were better, my family's money had me going to Uncle Sam---Air Force. (I'd eventually go to college via the GI Bill,) When I would come home on leave (usually at Christmas and spring break to coincide with college breaks), I'd always get together with Robbie.

We were still buddies and still played sports, but now as young men in our twenties we also had a keen interest in the opposite sex. Robbie would show me pictures of Princeton's beauties—girls by the name of Ashley, Courtney, and Veronica. He would talk about frat parties and wooing the beauties into bed. I told him it sounded like a lot of work. 

I told him about the hookers of the world—the workers of Japan, the Philippines, Viet Nam, Italy, Germany, and England. Being in the Air Force and a crew member on a cargo plane presented some unique opportunities which were unavailable to most college students. My stories always captured his interest usually evidenced by the tent in his pants. He especially loved the stories of my encounters with a dominatrix or she males and would always demand the details.

On one Christmas leave, Robbie and I were alone at his house doing a little partying. Out of the blue, Robbie told me he wanted to show me something. He said take off your shoes and socks and follow me. Knowing his mom was a neat freak, I didn't think twice and removed my shoes and socks and followed. He took me upstairs to his parents' bedroom and went into one of their walk-in closets. When he returned, he was carrying a medium sized suitcase, the kind people carry on to airplanes even though it is too large!

Laying it on their king sized bed he proclaimed, "Get ready to see the real Betty and Jim" as the case's metal clamps snapped open. There in front of us was a treasure chest full of rubber, latex, and leather: bras with holes for nipples, panties with openings, boxers with a special pocket, stockings, heels, garters and an assortment of other intimates. He removed dildos, vibrators, a flogger, cloths pins, candles and a Polaroid camera (this was a few years ago). From one of the pockets he removed an envelope, opened it and pulled out what seemed to be hundreds of pictures.

In front of me were pictures of Betty Bucher—The Weather Girl or should I say Mistress Betty---The Dominatrix. There were pictures of Betty having her cock sucked by Jim---the attorney or should I say Jim—the submissive. The pictures went on and on: Betty fucking Jim in the ass, Betty having her pussy licked by Jim, Betty pissing on Jim's naked body, and even one of Jim's open mouth taking a long string of Betty's shit directly from her asshole.

This time it was my turn to have ones interest captured as evidenced by the tent in my pants.

Robbie asked, "What do you think?" I was speechless, I was in lust. This beautiful woman who still graced our homes each night was now the kinkiest woman I ever saw. My hard on was tearing through my boxers. I simply stared at the years of hidden erotica before me. Robbie smiled and pulled out a pair of black lace panties. "Look," he said as he turned them inside out exposing a cotton pant panel stained with brown streaks and various stains which looked like a mixture of various cum. "Smell these," and suddenly I had the panel directly under my nose. The scent was overwhelming and I moaned softly as I took the panties and pressed them further into my face.

"I knew you'd like this after all those stories you told me." I looked at Robbie and he had a sly smile on his face. I glanced down at his pants and saw his cock straining against his pants.

"You want to know the wildest thing about all of this?" He didn't wait for an answer as I was incapable of performing such a task at the moment being mesmerized with the stained panties. "All of these pictures were taken by Carol and those panties are hers!" I thought I was going to bust a nut right there. My knees buckled and I simply had to taste the stained panel. "Go ahead," he said, "Lick them." My tongue lapped at the dried stain and my saliva, mixing with the stains, brought them alive. It was intoxicating. 

"You see," Robbie went on, "Carol isn't my sister. She is my Mom's sister. Because of the age difference, she took the role of daughter and sister. It would be easier for acceptance by the community. The three of them have been into kink forever."

"How...when...I mean how..." was all I could muster in response.

"Ever since I was young, I heard noises from my parents' bedroom and wondered. On my eighteenth birthday, Mom, Dad and Carol told me they had a special present for me as I was coming of age. I kind of knew it had something to do with sex, but I didn't know it was this kinky. They spent the afternoon explaining everything to me and then brought me in here and showed me all of this. I was instantly aroused and they could tell. It was then when they offered my present. They asked me if I wanted to be part of their play. I remember the feelings overtaking me like it was yesterday. I simply said yes."

"Mother then informed me to address her and Carol as Mistress and I was to address Father as Master. I looked at her and said 'Yes Mistress' not knowing where all this was going. Mom then told Carol to give me the gift. Mistress Carol lifted her skirt and pulled off those very panties you are holding in your hands right now. She placed them under my nose and smiled as she said, 'Welcome, Slave Robert.' The scent sent me into a spin and Mistress Carol took the panties and smeared her juices moistening the panel onto my lips. 'Lick,' she commanded and I did as I was told."

"Doug," Robbie continued, "that was three years ago; three wonderful years ago. Now I want to know if you would like to be part of my play?"

"In what way," I asked knowing I would say yes to anything at the moment?

"I'll explain later, but I need to know right now if you're in or out." I could tell Robbie was serious. It was the type of question to change our relationship forever. A "yes" and I was in. A "no" and I would never be back in this house again. Robbie had taken a chance and we were at a crossroads.

I glanced down at the pictures again and felt my still hard cock stiffen a bit more. My eyes drank in the various intimates, leathers, and tools of the trade spread out before me on the bed. The panties in my hand were tingling on my finger tips. I looked over at Robbie and my eyes met his. There was an inviting lust unseen by me before now. My gaze drifted to his crotch and I looked at the impression formed by it stiffness. My cock jumped at the sight.

Returning my eyes to his I said, "Yes, I'm in."

Robbie then began to undress. I started to do the same, but he told me to wait. I watched as he removed his shirt. His body was hairless, something I didn't notice before. He stood straight up and unfastened his belt. His eyes locked onto mine and the trance like gaze was not broken as he continued to remove his pants. I did not look directly but my peripheral vision told me was wearing something unusual underneath.

As he stepped out of his slacks, I stole a glance and saw purple latex boxers encasing his harden manhood.

Robbie approached me slowly and each of his steps made my cock stiffen a bit more. When he was directly in front of me he finished unbuttoning my shirt. At no point did his eyes leave mine and not a word was spoken. His hands reached out and pulled my shirt from my shoulders which brought him closer to me. I could feel the heat of his body on my chest and felt his nipple graze my skin. The feeling was electrifying.

The silence was broken when Robbie said, "Remove your pants." I used same the procedure and without losing eye contact, I unfastened my belt, unhooked the front button, pulled down my zipper, and let my pants fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, I stood in front of Robbie in strained white boxers soaked with pre-cum. My shaft was barely touching his latexed rod. Robbie's hand moved to my boxers and he moistened one of his fingers with my juice. My knees buckled. He then lifted the finger to his mouth and his tongue removed the droplets. He kept his tongue extended and moved his mouth to mine.

I opened my mouth and allowed his tongue to enter. I closed my lips upon his tongue and pulled my juice from it. Breaking the transfer, Robbie lustfully spoke, "Welcome, Slave Douglas" and he kissed me with the gentleness first kisses bring.

As his lips touched mine, I moaned and pushed my body into his. Our arms wrapped and we let our tongues explore each others mouths. His hands went to my nipples and he flicked them with his finger tips. My cock started to throb and I ground my groin into his latex. He responded by pinching my nipples harder and I nearly collapsed with pain and pleasure. Robbie pushed me onto the bed and said, "I have so much to show you, but first things first."

He grabbed my boxers and quickly pulled them down my legs, freeing my cock. Taking the shorts, he put the wet portion in my mouth and said, "Suck." My mouth pulled the moist cotton material in and my saliva mixed with my pre-cum. Soon I was savoring a delicious mixture. Robbie reached into his latex boxers and scooped up some of his juice. He removed my boxers and replaced it with his finger. My lust sucked his finger like it was his cock. Robbie removed his finger and kissed me so deeply and passionately my hands instinctively went to his cock.

"Bite my nipples" he demanded and I moved my body to his hairless points. My tongue snaked across one nipple on its way to the other and was immediately replaced by my fingers. Sucking on his nipple, I pinched the other as Robbie arched his back into my mouth. Again he said, "Bite my nipples" and my teeth found the base of his nipple and I bit it as my tongue flicked it and my mouth sucked it in further. Robbie screamed out in lustful pleasure, "Yes......" over and over as my mouth worked his hairless nipples.

Our bodies were grinding against each other like animals in heat.

He pushed me away and quickly moved from the bed stripping off his latex boxers in the process. Returning to the bed, he turned his body to position our cocks in front of each others mouth. Without hesitation we took each other's hard cocks and began to lick and suck for all we were worth. Whatever Robbie did to me, I did to him. If he sucked my balls, I sucked his. The only difference between us was I had hair and Robbie was smooth as silk.

We started to fuck each other's mouth. I knew I wasn't going to last too much longer and from the throbbing of his cock I felt he was about to blow. I moved my mouth from his stiff rod and told him to suck my fingers. I pulled my dick out of his mouth and pushed two, and then three of my fingers back in. Doing likewise, I sensed he knew where this was going. After I coated his fingers with spit, saliva and juices from his cock, I knew mine were similarly covered. I removed my fingers and placed them at the entrance to his ass only to feel his fingers at mine.

As I re-engulfed his manhood, I slipped one finger into his ass. I wasn't sure if it was Robbie's moan or mine I heard as his finger slipped slowly into my hole. We fingered each other as we sucked and pressed on our sperm glands as our fingers fucked our holes. When I slipped my second finger in, Robbie's body convulsed and sent his hot sperm shooting into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but finally lost some as I moaned when my orgasm burst into his mouth. After what seemed like hours of cumming we lay motionless. We were spent.

I removed my fingers from his ass and for some reason brought them to my mouth. Thinking of Slave Jim taking the string of shit from Mistress Betty made me suck his essence from my fingers. I must have licked them for several minutes for when I finished I saw Robbie leaning up on an elbow watching me. I looked at him and he said, "It looks like you really enjoyed that." Extending his fingers he said, "Here, clean mine" and I began to clean my essence from his fingers.

When I was done, we both were semi-hard again. I was getting set to play again, but Robbie said he needed to tell me more.

He told me our play was between us and if his parents found out I knew about their play, this suitcase, and their real lives, the shit would hit the fan. Robbie explained, "My parents have this image in the community and they don't want it tarnished. As you know Carol lives in Chicago but she continues this play there. My parents play all the time and the four of us only get to play on the holidays when I'm home from school and Carol is in from Chicago. In fact, the reason we had this time now is my parents are picking Carol up at the airport. We will probably play later tonight. My point to all of this is I don't want to screw it up. Doug, you must keep this secret. Do you promise?"

I told Robbie it wasn't a problem, but why did he show all of this to me? 

He said he felt I was bisexual based on all my stories from around the world, but he didn't know how to approach me. Further explaining he felt if he could provide a setting as kinky as my stories, then his approach would be a natural extension. He knew he was breaking family rules with exposing all of this, but his lust for me and my stories made him take the chance.

I thought about it and told him it made sense. I smiled and said, "I'm glad you did this, because I was beginning to think your life was so vanilla. I wondered how I would ever get you to cross the line. Little did I know you blew by the line." I paused and looked around, especially at Jim's picture with Betty's shit in his mouth which, for a reason hidden in my brain, was bringing my cock back to life. "Man, this is kinky" was all I could say. Looking over at Robbie I asked, "So where do we go from here?"

Robbie looked at me, smiled and said, "They won't be back for at least another two hours." He then lowered his mouth onto my cock and began to suck...

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This story will continue.....after all, the weather girl hasn't started to play. Let me know what you think as this was my first submission. 

The Weather Girl Ch. 02



This is a continuation of the story. Chapter 1 has me being shown by my best friend, Robbie, the kink his family enjoys.

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Betty Bucher, Robbie's mom, a stunningly beautiful woman is the Weather Girl on our local TV station. Behind the scenes Betty is the matriarch of her family and runs the show in more ways than one.

Jim, Robbie's father, a successful and powerful attorney by day is a submissive toy to Mistress Betty at night. His duties demand him to provide all sorts of services including toilet. 

Last but not least is Robbie's bitch sister, Carol. A beauty queen who turns on the charm during pageants and for those drooling over her, and turns into a whining, demanding asshole at home.

On top of it Carol is really Betty's sister as Robbie found out on his eighteenth birthday as Carol made him lap her juices from her panties and suck on its brown stained panel.

Now living in Chicago, Carol returns home to play her role as family camera-man and as the other Mistress. 

I was a surrogate member of the family growing up and I watched the "haves" of society live. 

After high school Robbie went on to Princeton and I went into the Air Force to earn money for my college. Always synching my leave time with Robbie's college breaks, we exchanged stories of life and sex. Mine were of the exotic kink found around the world and included doms and trannies.

Finally in our early twenties Robbie unlocked his family's secrets to me in order to take our friendship to a level of man-to-man sexuality. It worked but I was made to promise to keep his family's secret a secret.

We pick up the story with Robbie and me starting our second round of pleasure prior to his family coming back from the airport with Carol.

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Robbie knew he was breaking family rules with exposing all of this, but his lust for me and my stories made him take the chance.

I thought about it and told him it made sense. I smiled and said, "I'm glad you did this, because I was beginning to think your life was so vanilla. I wondered how I would ever get you to cross the line. Little did I know you blew by the line."

I paused and looked around, especially at Jim's picture with Betty's shit in his mouth which, for a reason hidden in my brain, was bringing my cock back to life. "Man, this is kinky" was all I could say. Looking over at Robbie I asked, "So where do we go from here?"

Robbie looked at me, smiled and said, "They won't be back for at least another two hours." He then lowered his mouth onto my cock and began to suck.....

Robbie finished me off the second time without wanting his own satisfaction. He explained his first load was enough to clean his tubes and give him staying power for the Mistresses return, but a second load might prevent him from providing "cum on demand" as they required.

For the rest of the 10 days of break and leave, Robbie and I were inseparable...in more ways than one. Besides taking care of ourselves, we were even able to get a few three and four ways in with local talent introduced by Carol. The girls were former beauty contestants who just loved being loved by both men and women.

Robbie and I laughed after some sessions, "So many holes, such little time."

Robbie even tried to get me to remove my body hair but I explained my Air Forces buddies would be unmerciful to any such thing and my final year would be pure hell. I did promise to remove it after I was discharged as it made skin to skin play so much more enjoyable.

Carol although still a bit bitchy turned out to be okay and really took an interest in my life. 

I practically lived at the Bucher's. Jim and Betty (I was told to drop the Mister and Misses since I was an adult) showed much the same interest Carol had, especially when I told them stories of my travel to exotic places (thank you Uncle Sam).

Once Carol even asked if I did anything kinky while I was there. Jim and Betty gave a half chuckle rebuff to Carol but the whole family waited for my response.

Knowing what I knew about them and my promise to Robbie, I pretended to be embarrassed but added, "I've had some unusual experiences but I don't think they're the kind of thing you really want to hear about. Plus it would probably ruin my clean cut reputation here at the Bucher's." 

Everyone gave a few cordial chuckles but I distinctly caught Jim, Betty and Carol exchange glances and slight grins. I looked at Robbie and he gave me a quick wink of "nice job" without being caught by the others.

When the day came to return to base, the Bucher's all said good-bye with an unusual amount of affection—hugs and kisses which lingered a bit too long. Carol told me if I ever get to Chicago, I have a place to stay. Jim and Betty held me in a three way hug. Betty's hand was just above my belt line and Jim's nearly on my ass.

They both said, "You've always been part of the family. Please come back when you're out of the Air Force." I thought of the possibilities. 

Robbie gave me a hug and a quick lip to lip kiss which stunned me but drew "Oohs" and chuckles from the others.

"Anything we should know about?" Carol chirped.

"Hey, he's like my brother," Robbie added and slipped an envelope into my back pocket.

The parting was a bit sad as I knew this was going to be a year of very big changes. How big I couldn't imagine.

As a senior returning for his last semester at Princeton, Robbie already had job offers and had accepted a position with a California firm and would not be returning to the Philly region. On the other hand, I would be returning home to attend the local university on my GI bill while living at home with my parents. Unfortunately a few tragic events struck both Robbie and my families.

Within three months both of my parents passed and Jim died from a stroke. I was able to get an early discharge from the Air Force to take care of my family matters before starting school. Both Robbie and Carol called and asked if I would check in on Betty. I told them I would but inside I felt a bit perverted because I knew who Betty the Weather Girl really was because for the last six months I had stared at the Polaroid images contained in the envelope Robbie slipped into my pocket.

Betty was an incredible beauty. Age agreed with her as it was nearly impossible to find a wrinkle or crease on her face (or body). Seeing her dressed in her signature black latex cut out bra with her pierced nipples protruding was hot, but it was the crotchless latex panties with a stream of her golden piss pouring into Jim and Robbie's mouths which always caused the explosion of cum from cock. Betty was a woman I longed to service. Now she was alone and I felt guilt about my lust for her. I still lusted for her and simply decided to live with my guilt.

Back home and free for three months before school started, I had much to do to wrap up my parents affairs. Being one of six was a real pain as my siblings all wanted their fair share. I put the house on the market and it sold quickly. Since it was free and clear the proceeds netted each of us a cool hundred thousand. My parents had some investments which added to the inheritance but what blew us all away were the savings bonds. It was like a fetish my parents had for them. When everything was liquidated we each had close to a quarter million. Thanks mom, thanks dad....but you should have treated yourself better.

Not knowing where I would eventually wind up after college but still needing a place to live for fours years (it wasn't going to be a dorm room or frat house.....I wanted my privacy) I rented a three bedroom town house with a two car garage and a private entrance opening onto a very secluded patio. I figured to use one bedroom to sleep (and fuck), one for an office to study (and surf the web for smut) and one as a spare bedroom (for guests????). I quickly set things for living and school: rich and supple leather furniture with a modern edge; California king poster beds for the sleeping quarters (and potential attachments) with matching dressers; simple plasma screen wall units with DVD players; a Bose home system which provided quality sound without the blaring; a "kick ass" computer system with every add-on you can imagine—high speed cable; scanners, CD and DVD burners, cameras—both still and motion, printers, etc. (ready to surf---school work only mind you!); kitchen and dining room sets with great dinner ware and all the appliances; first quality linens and towels; and tasteful lighting and wall decorations.

The only thing missing from my new place were clothes. Just leaving the military, the civilian ward robe was sparse. And unknown to anyone, I kept my promise to Robbie about my body hair. 

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The day I was discharged from the Air Force I went to a local salon (I was stationed in the greater Miami area) and had all my body hair removed with the exception of my head. I pre-booked and selected an upscale salon catering to the wealthy, figuring they would have seen it all. I approached the counter and was greeted by an attractive, tanned older woman. When I told her my name she looked into her book and said, "Yes, here we are Douglas Kieffer---total hair removal." Looking at me she asked, "All of it?"

"All of it," I replied, "with the exception of my head of course."

Glancing at my crotch she smiled and said, "Which head are you referring to?" lifting her eyes to mine. 

Returning her smile I said, "The one on my shoulders."

"I see," she continued, "there is a substantial charge for the total treatment."

I explained I was cash flush just being discharged from the Air Force and was preparing for my new life. She gave me a sexy, lusty smile and a look which stirred a response from my cock. "Very kinky," she uttered in a low husky voice just loud enough for me to hear. We squared away the bill and then looking me in the eyes, she said, "My name is Olivia, please come with me" and took my hand and led me to a private room near the back of the salon.

The room had a very soothing atmosphere with a bit of a clinical touch to it. In the center was an examination type table with stirrups and leafs attached to it. It was covered with a padded, leather like, water proof material to provide comfort. The tile floor was slightly slanted from the walls to the center where a drain was located under the table. Above the table was a stainless steel water system with numerous shower heads—both stationary and on hoses---along with flexible hoses with various nozzles. The hot and cold water faucets were solid and piped into the system to make it completely overhead without any obstacles around the table. To the side of the table was a service cart containing bottles of lotions, oils, scrubs, gloves and various implements for pampering the body. The rest of the room was nicely decorated with fern trees and soft, warm appointments with soft lighting. The ceiling was painted like the evening sky —almost twilight. The temperature was pleasant which made the room very sensuous. I understood why a substantial amount was being charged.

Olivia pointed to a changing area behind a four panel screen of tropical prints. "Take off all your clothes over there. Jennifer will be your technician and will join you in a moment." Olivia let my hand slip from hers and started to leave the room but not without deliberately gliding her hand over my ass. "Enjoy," she said in her husky voice. I looked as she left the room and swear she licked her lips as she gave me one final glance.

Removing my clothes, I stood behind the screen naked and waiting. Hearing the door open and close, I was greeted by a very pleasant voice, "Yoo-hoo Douglas, are you here? Are you hiding from me?"

With a slight chuckle I replied, "I'm back here" and walked out from behind the screen. Standing in front of me was a very stunning woman. I guessed she was Latino being in the Miami area and the fact she was tanned with dark black hair. She wore a tropical print halter top and a matching sarong wrap around her hips. Her breasts seemed to be a full B-cup. Her lips and nails were painted with a luscious shade of red. My dick started to stir.

She smiled, extended her hand and said in a pleasant voice, "Welcome, my name is Jennifer." As I shook her hand, she placed her other hand on top of mine and smiled. "Let's get you face down onto the table." I was glad because I had a feeling my cock would be standing straight up in a few minutes.

Jennifer positioned my face into a very comfortable cradle which allowed speech and easy breathing. My arms were then positioned onto two extensions which made it very sleep like. My legs were positioned on either side of the table with the feet just hanging off the end. "So Douglas, Olivia tells me you are going to have a total hair removal process correct?"

"That's correct," I replied.

"Interesting," Jennifer went on as she moved around the room preparing, "not many men have this done. I don't know why, because the feel of ones body without hair is one of the more erotic feelings. It's not like we need body hair for warmth like the cavemen. Clothes have been around for centuries. You'll enjoy this and I'll give you pointers and tips on follow on care."

The sounds of the gentle rolling surf came from various speakers in the room. The sound was low, soothing and unobtrusive to conversation.

"Two more things to do before we start," Jennifer added. "First, I like to work naked as the water and effort tend to moisten my body and cause my things to stick to me. I find it uncomfortable. Would it be okay with you if I removed my clothes?"

"No problem," I replied not trying to show too much excitement. Too bad I was on my stomach. I wanted to see Jennifer's body. At the same time as I felt my cock harden, I knew being face down just might be the best thing at the moment.

"Now for the second thing," Jennifer stated. I heard a latch being opened and felt the legs of the table open from my hips exposing my ass to the warmth of the room. The air on my ass caused a bit more hardening down below. "I need total access to your body in order to get all the hair." Then I felt a trap door below my crotch fall open and warm air flooded my groin. My cock instantly swelled from the lusty breeze enveloping it. Without a word, Jennifer's had took hold of my rock hard cock and balls and gently positioned them in the opening. "Sorry," she said in a sweet, apologetic tone. "If I would have asked, it usually causes embarrassment. I find it better to apologize rather than to ask for permission. Now we can start."

Moving to the head of the table, Jennifer started near my neck and with a soothing massage. She explained each step. A massage loosens the skin making the hair roots open for a deeper, longer lasting removal. I listened but kept thinking about her pussy only the width of the face cradle from my face. I could see her legs as she moved: Tanned and slender with painted toes the same color of her fingers and lips. My body was scrubbed and oiled and lubed and washed again, re-lubed and sprayed. This was heaven. My cock was losing its stiffness as I was floating into the luxury of the process.

"You need to stay relaxed for this next process," Jennifer whispered into my ear. For the first time I felt her body as her breasts glided across my arm. Her nipples were hard and they traced a line up my arm. My cock responded instantly. "I'm going to do your anus. If you tighten up, hairs will remain in the folds. I will help you relax. The process will probably give you a very hard erection. Don't be embarrassed. It is natural and actually helps in the removal of the hair on your front."

Hard erection! My dick was like a telephone pole now. Boy will she be surprised.

A warm ointment was applied to my ass. Jennifer's hands massaged my cheeks with her hands alternately moving up and down my crack. It was wonderful. Her efforts became concentrated on my crack and then to the general anus area. Her thumbs massaged my bud and I felt it tighten. "Relax," she said, "Enjoy the feeling."

I closed my eyes and thought of her thumbs on my anus. My dick hardened and my sphincter relaxed. I felt her nail start to snake into my hole. Jennifer told me she needed to clean this area.

More ointment was applied and I felt her finger penetrate me. It was heaven. "Hmmm," she mumbled as if talking to herself, "a bit obstructed." A warm finger like tube replaced her finger.

"You're going to feel a slow rush of warm enter you. Try to stay relaxed. I'll help." Jennifer rubbed my back, ass and sides as the fluid entered me.

I was starting to feel full and groaned. "Just a bit more," she said and I felt her hands massage my lower back. The flow stopped. Jennifer continued massaging and I felt the tube exit my ass. "You're going to feel a need to expel. Don't fight the feeling, just let it happen. I will reposition the table to help the process."

I felt smooth belts being applied to my arms, legs and across my back. Then the table started to tilt and my feet slid into stirrups. I wasn't completely upright but Jennifer was correct, I felt a big urge to expel as I was moved into position. Jennifer was standing behind me. Her hands were extending up my back and making pulling motions towards my ass. Her breasts and chest were pushing into my lower back and ass.

"Let it flow," she purred, "Let it flow." She continued this as if it were a spiritual act.

I felt my ass open and I said in alarm, "Here it comes." I was afraid the fluids would splash her. Jennifer continued and moved her breast to my upper thighs directly below my anus and pushed her body into mine. The warm fluid mixed with my shit streamed from my ass unto her chest. Wave after wave poured onto her. My head was spinning and my cock convulsing. Jennifer just seemed to purr.

"We need to do this three more to make sure the area is completely clean and free of hair." Jennifer's voice lost its gentleness and cracked with lust and hunger.

Each time I expelled I could hear it splashing on her tits and body. Although I couldn't lift my head to see, I was fairly sure Jennifer was masturbating herself as the shit loaded fluid streaked down her body and onto her pussy and legs. I became sure of it on the final cleansing.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Jennifer panted. Her body was shaking on my back and legs. She pressed so hard against me and a final "Yes" exploded from her throat. Her body went limp as the final drips from my ass subsided.

Things were silent for a few moments. I heard Jennifer expel air from her lungs and move towards the faucets. I heard water pouring from a shower head and then felt its warmth spraying across my back. Jennifer lowered the rack to its horizontal position and turned on the fixed shower heads. The warm rain falling onto our bodies was washing away all traces of what just happened.

Freshly composed, Jennifer released the straps and said, "Your back is all done. Now turn over slowly and let's get work on your front." Turning over, my dick stood up like a ship's mast. Jennifer said nothing. 

Moving to the head of the table, Jennifer started the same massage process as she did on my back. The difference was this time I could see her body. It was free of any tan lines and simply beautiful. My cock remained hard as I looked at her breasts and pictured my shit splashing them as she masturbated moments earlier. Not a trace of my essence was found.

It was cool to see my hair glide off my body. The oils and ointments being applied made my skin feel silky smooth. Only my groin area was left to cleanse.

Jennifer stopped and moved to the head of the table. Standing next to me with her hand on my chest, she looked into my eyes and asked, "Now tell me why you are removing all your hair." Her hand moved on my chest lightly and her fingers played with my nipple.




The Weather Girl Ch. 02



I wasn't sure what to say. "Look," Jennifer said, "I am hairless because it makes sex so much better."

For some odd reason I hadn't noticed her bald pussy.

"Let me show you." Taking my hand she moved it to her slit. "Feel it" she said.

My hands moved over her mound and into her folds. The smoothness was exotic. There wasn't a stray hair, just a soft and now a very wet pussy. My cock was jumping around.

Jennifer looked into my eyes and asked again, "Tell me why."

I proceeded to tell her the entire story of Robbie, his family, my promise and my future.

As I spoke, Jennifer began working on my groin. She massaged and pulled my balls and cock. Each time I was close to cumming, she slowed.

When she finished she took my hands and told me to feel my balls, cock and body. It was incredible. I felt like I was masturbating my entire body.

Jennifer moved between my legs and put my swollen cock into her mouth. She gave it a few long and powerful sucks. Looking up at me she said, "Continue rubbing your body and don't stop until I tell you. Based on your future, there is one more thing I should do to prepare you."

She went back to my cock and attacked it. Within moments cum was spurting into her mouth. I was pinching my nipples hard and my body was shaking. Before I was completely drained, Jennifer removed her mouth from my cock and the last few spurts shot unto her lips.

Moving to the head of the table she kissed me. My mouth hungered for her and opened to accept her tongue. With it I received my full load of cum. She swirled her tongue in my mouth and moved her cum wet lips across mine. Our tongues danced with cum and a final spurt erupted from my cock as we swallowed. 

Using a gentle warm mist, Jennifer cleaned my face, groin and body.

While she was doing this she explained the various techniques to keep hair off my body and told me she would leave a few names of professionals in Philadelphia providing this same service at the front desk. She dried me off and told me it was time to get dressed. Drying herself off as I dressed, she put her halter and sarong back on.

I offered her a tip but she refused it.

She looked at me and smiled. "Normally I'd take it," she said. "Consider it a present as you start your new life." Jennifer gave me a kiss on the check and left the room through a side door.

I walked to the entrance and then into the shop. It was empty except for Olivia at the front desk. It was dark outside. The clock over the counter read 8 pm. I was there for hours.

Olivia stood and walked to the door. She unlocked it and opened it for me. As I passed through the doorway into the night she said, "I hope you enjoyed our services."

"I certainly did," came my reply.

Olivia then handed me a business card along with a sheet of paper with the name of spas in the Philly area. Getting into the rental car, I put the business card in my pocket and the list in my briefcase. I realized I had to hustle to catch my flight home.

On the flight home I sipped my drink and thought of what just happened and what I was heading for. I reached into my pocket for money to buy another drink and pulled out the business card Olivia handed to me. The front read, Natural Sensations Spa—Olivia Alvarez—Owner. Flipping it over there was a handwritten note: "If you are ever in Miami again, call me. I want to fuck you. Olivia." Her home number was written below it. I felt a rise in my smooth and hairless crotch.

The cocktails allowed me to drift into a semi sleep replaying Jennifer's suggestions to purchase satin tight fitting underwear. "It'll remind you of your sex all the time." The plane landing in Philly pulled me back to reality. My semi-hard cock reminded me of the past and the future.

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So here I was two months out of the service, moving into my new place, and needing to purchase a wardrobe.

I had visited Betty at least three times a week since I was home. She appeared to be holding up quite well under the circumstances. A few times I think I interrupted some private play time when I rang her doorbell (I gave the key back years ago!).

She was always glad to see me and interesting enough, our conversation focused on the future and didn't dwell on the past. The only downer part of our conversations was when Betty intimated I would meet the coed of my dreams and then I too would be out of her life once school started.

I didn't completely disagree; however, I usually said something like I believe my experiences and interests are a bit beyond those of a first year coed.

Betty would always give me a penetrating look as if trying to read my mind for the definition of experiences and interests.

Since the Bucher's had great taste in everything, I decided to ask Betty where Jim purchased his clothing.

On my next visit, Betty and I were sipping a glass of wine out on her balcony when she asked me, "So how is your new place coming along, Doug?" 

I told her all about it and then told her about my wardrobe situation. "I really need new clothes. If you don't mind me asking, where did Jim shop for his?"

Betty replied, "It depended on what he was shopping for. He purchased his suits at one store; his casual wear at various stores; and his intimates were purchased online at specialty boutiques. What did you have in mine?"

I wasn't sure where to start. 

Betty saw my confusion and said, "Let's go up to my bedroom."

Before she could even finish the sentence, I felt my face going beet red.

"Douglas," she cooed smilingly, "you are such a filthy, filthy man. I was inviting you up to my bedroom to go through Jim's clothes. I was going to have you check the styles and types and then I would tell you where to shop." Standing she said, "Lets go you filthy, filthy man."

I stood and followed her; watching her ass sway in a way I hadn't seen before. It seemed to go with the way she lingered on the phrase "filthy, filthy man." My cock stirred as my mind re-envisioned Betty and Jim in the Polaroids. Not wearing underwear didn't help the situation.

Betty was at least four steps in front of me as we climbed the stairs to her room. Her legs were a feast. They shot all the way up to her ass which was swishing back and forth in front of me. Anyone else and I would have snuck a glance up her skirt.

As if she could read my mind, Betty said in the same sultry voice, "Douglas, are you looking up my dress? You are a filthy, filthy man."

My cock was on the move.

Once in her room, Betty closed the door behind me.

My mind was going crazy. We were the only ones in the house. Was my fantasy woman going to attack me? I was becoming a bit nervous. She walked over to her closet, the same one Robbie went to the day he shared the family secret, and pulled down the same suitcase Robbie had. I broke into a sweat. Betty looked at me in a very curious way as I eyed the suitcase. "Douglass," she asked, "are you feeling alright? You seem so frightened."

Setting the suitcase next to a chair, she went to her bed stand and opened the deeper bottom drawer. I saw her remove a square cloth from a stack in the drawer and she turned to me and gently dabbed my forehead. "There, there," she said, "relax." My cock was half hard and starting to tent my pants. "I'll open a window and let some air in." She handed me the cloth and went to the window.

The cloth had the very delicate scent of Betty's perfume. It was also completely stained with all sorts of blotches. They had to be cum and my cock responded even more. I flipped over the cloth and saw a stain which could only be made from wiping ones ass. My cock started to ooze pre-cum and its mark was clearly visible.

Betty went to a dresser and pointed out Jim's drawers. She opened the other closet and pointed to Jim's side. "Look through all of this and let me know what you like. I'll tell you where it was purchased." Betty walked past me to the chair where she set the suitcase and sat down. As she did, her ass had the same sway and she looked into my eyes, then to the wet spot on my pants and then back to my eyes. All without comment but I knew, that she knew, that I knew she saw my cock and its wetness.

I went to the closet and started looking around. Removing a couple of items, Betty listed them on pad she got from a drawer and commented on the store. I started to relax and my hard on was started to subside. I went to the dresser and moved through the things in much the same fashion as the closet.

The last drawer made my dick go crazy again as soon as I opened it. I slammed it quickly. Betty asked what was wrong.

"I think I opened a drawer of your intimates by mistake. Sorry."

"Nonsense," she replied, "all of my things are over here" pointing to another dresser closer to her. "Those were all Jim's silks and satins. He so loved the feel of them on his body. Take a look and I'll jot down the website for you."

I reopened the drawer and slowly touched his things. They did feel good and I could only imagine how they would feel on my bare cock and balls.

When I closed the drawer Betty said, "I hope you liked his things. You will find them to be very pleasant to the body."

Finished we went back to the porch and our wine. There wasn't much of a conversation anymore, just a bit of awkward tension as Betty kept glancing at my wet spot. I kind of chugged my wine and told her I had to go.

Betty stood and took both of my hands in hers and kissed me softly on the lips. "Douglas, thank you for coming over. I so do look forward to your visits. Please don't stop coming."

All I could say was, "I won't stop coming."

Betty smiled and moved to the table to retrieve the clothing list, "Good, I like it when you come." She looked me in the eyes and handed me the list.

That night I came in quarts....over and over again....right into the stained cloth Betty gave me. I held the cloth to my mouth and lapped at the stains made fresh by my cum. I kept hearing Betty say, "Douglas, you filthy, filthy man." 

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To be continued..... Let me know what you think.



The Weather Girl Ch. 03



This is a continuation of the story.

Chapter 2 was a year of change for everyone. The kinky Betty Bucher—Weather Girl became a widow. Her son, Robbie—my best friend, took a job in California after graduating from Princeton. Beautiful Carol (sister/aunt) became human (former real bitch) but still lives in Chicago.

I became a civilian (Whew!!); got accepted to my hometown university outside of Philly; moved into a new townhouse with some of the inheritance from my parents estate.

At the request of Robbie and Carol stopped in to keep Betty company and make sure she was getting along. 

I also had all of my body hair removed in a very sensual process prior to returning home from Miami.

Betty, my fantasy, has started to drop sexual innuendos about my "filthy" mind while my actions are doing little to deserve such a tag.

On my last visit, Betty took a clean, heavily scented, and "juice" stained cloth from a stack in her bedside drawer to dab my nervous face as she showed me Jim's (now deceased) taste in clothes as part of her helping me put a new, civilian wardrobe together.

In the process, I came across Jim's "silk and satin" undies thinking they were Betty's. She wrote down the address of the web boutique from which they were purchased along with the other stores Jim shopped.

Betty's last request was to keep coming. Our story picks up from this last scene...

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When I closed the drawer Betty said, "I hope you liked his things. You will find them to be very pleasant to the body."

Finished we went back to the porch and our wine. There wasn't much of a conversation anymore, just a bit of awkward tension as Betty kept glancing at my wet spot. I kind of chugged my wine and told her I had to go.

Standing, Betty took both of my hands in hers and kissed me softly on the lips. "Douglas, thank you for coming over. I so do look forward to your visits. Please don't stop coming."

All I could say was, "I won't stop coming."

Betty smiled and retrieved the clothing list from the table. "Good, I like it when you come." She looked me in the eyes and handed me the list.

That night I came in quarts; over and over again right into the stained cloth Betty gave me. I held the cloth to my mouth and lapped at the stains made fresh by my cum. I kept hearing Betty say, "Douglas, you filthy, filthy man." 

Awaking the next morning I found Betty's cloth still wrapped around my cock. It was a bit sticky but it drew my attention back to the previous evening. I thought about her walk, the comments and her general air. It wasn't a direct advance. It could just be my perverted mind. After all she did call me a filthy man. In itself the phrase was a tease or was it more of a knowing mind slap from a close friend? Hell, I have her pictures. I know what she is like. Why was I afraid?

I got out of bed and made some coffee. I really liked my townhouse. Thinking of the day ahead, I decided to get some stuff for the place and go shopping for some new clothes. I went to the bedroom and got the list Betty made. Over coffee I reviewed it. From the looks of it I could hit most of the shops at one mall. The website for the "silks and satins" was written in red and had hearts on either side of the address with a note from Betty, "Douglas, you'll love the site and the feel of the intimates! Love, Betty." 

Becoming a bit aroused, I smiled. If this wasn't an advance, then I'm an idiot. So what are you going to do about it? My "filthy" thoughts were broken by the ring of the phone. Getting up, I glanced at the caller ID...Betty....speaking of the devil. I answered like I didn't know who it was.

"Hello?"

"Good morning Douglas. Sleep well?" came a very husky voice.

"Uh....yeah," I replied trying to act confused, "whom may I ask is this?"

There was a slight pause on the other end and then Betty's voice, a bit more business like then her greeting spoke. "Douglas, this is Betty. I was calling to make sure the web address I gave you was written down properly." She then proceeded to spell it out. Sounding a bit more friendly but distant, she ended with a quick good-bye and hung up.

"Fuck!" my mind screamed. My little pretend act just scared away my fantasy woman. "Doug, you are such an asshole." I reprimanded myself. "Asshole, asshole, asshole!" Should I call her back? No, what would be my purpose? I'd only blow myself in! Yes, because I sensed something was wrong; which would only lead back to why I shouldn't. In the end, I did nothing. I'd figure something out.

Looking at the clock, if I took a quick shower, I could get to the mall right after it opens. Hey, I'd buy some clothes and stop by Betty's to show her. It would be sort of like making up. I thought about the website and went into the study for a quick "look-see."

"Holy shit!" I re-read the address to make sure it was correct. Yeah, the address was right, but the site was for high end women's intimate apparel.

The images were very erotic and it didn't take long for my cock to respond. Coming across images of Jim's "silks and satins" told me he had a thing for hipsters with boy legs. Thinking back, I didn't really think they were women's panties when I saw them last night. I just thought they were skimpy men's undies. Unless these ladies were transsexuals, the bulge in their panties was from their mounds, which made my cock rise a bit more. I love the look.

There were a couple of problems however. First, all the items were in women's sizes and I didn't have a clue how my body would translate to a woman's. The second was the price! Good thing the Bucher's had money because this stuff was expensive, but then again, good stuff always is. Since these were intimates, the policy was no return and without knowing my size, I wasn't going to spend the dough. Right before I logged off, I saw a category called "specialty." I clicked on it and lo and behold....a gold mine of kink.

Here were all the intimates locked up in Betty's suitcase: rubber, latex, pvc, toys, whips, dildos, ointments. The end of my cock was touching the underside of the computer table by this time. I knew I had to figure out my size and soon. I logged out and went to shave and shower.

As I soaped myself, I felt a little stubble on my body. From the shower shelf I took the hair removal crème and lathered up my body. My mind thought of Jennifer, the technician who did this for me in Miami. I smiled because I always thought of her every time I did this. As I rubbed my body, I stroked my cock and rubbed my ass and bud like she did. I let my hands stray everywhere. Pinching my nipples sent me into a euphoric state. Inserting one, then two fingers into my ass, I started fucking myself. I needed more up my ass and I remembered how Robbie fucked me over break, which seemed like an eternity ago.

My strokes were becoming longer and tighter over my cock and I cupped its head and moved my hand around it. Ecstasy! How I loved sex; I couldn't get enough. I pushed my fingers deeper into my ass and then added two more.

The sudden stretching of my anus pushed me over the top. I came into my hand. Out of my mind in lust, I brought my hand to my mouth and started to lick the cum from my fingers. The splashing shower water mixed with the cum and I swallowed.

Those fingers were replaced by the ones shoved up my ass. The tart acid taste of my essence was hypnotic. As the shower water started to chill, I wondered how long I was in there.

I finished quickly and dried off. I put on my last pair of clean briefs, a pair of jeans and polo shirt. Finishing up with grooming, I grabbed my watch, wallet and Betty's list. Pouring a "to-go" cup, I was off to the mall.

Hitting the stores on the list, I went at it like a typical guy. I need two of these, four of those, a couple pair of slacks, shirts, belts, shoes and socks. Money was leaving my wallet faster than a dam collapsing. My last store was an upscale boutique specializing in fine outerwear for both men and women.

I was greeted by a very lovely sales clerk. She was tall, about five feet ten inches and her body was very slender. Her black nylon clad legs set in three inch heels trailed north into a tight three quarter length camel skirt. A tin black belt with a silver clasp hung loosely around her waist. A black, long sleeve silk turtle neck was tucked neatly into the skirt and her long dark-coal colored hair cascaded over her shoulders. Extending her hand she said with just the proper amount of business, "Good afternoon, my name is Sonya. How may I be of assistance to you today?"

I looked into her eyes and was smitten.

Her eyes were hazel and she wore black liner and mascara accompanied by the softest pink eye shadow blending into a warm pumpkin. Pink gloss adorned her lips and matched the nails at the end of her slender fingers. Her skin was smooth and cream toned. She was perfect with one exception....her breasts....actually no exceptions and I'll tell you why.

Her chest was flat as a board...except for two of the most erotic nipples I have ever seen. Both of her areolas were puffy; about the size of a watch face, and in the middle of each was a small pointed nipple. It was an incredible turn on.

She obviously knew she was flat. She obviously knew what her nipples looked like. She had to know the image they produced on her clothes. Most women would wear a padded bra. She wore none. Combine the look with her beauty, grace and confidence and it was no wonder I made an ass of myself.

I shook her hand like some sort of hayseed and said, "My name is Doug and I want to buy some clothes."

A slight chuckle came from Sonya and she replied, "Well, you're in the right place. What sort of clothes did you have in mind?"

I felt like such an idiot but couldn't help smiling. I set my packages down and removed the list from my jeans' pocket. As I was studying it, Sonya came to my side and looked at it also, one hand gently touching my wrist and the other my shoulder.

"Quite a list. Let's see, you want a sport coat and a leather jacket. What size are you?" she inquired.

"I'm not sure and I have a question for you. How does one find all their measurements?" I asked sincerely as we walked over to the sport coats.

"I usually just try things on because different clothiers have different cuts for the same size. Why?" she asked.

"I was looking at stuff on line and they kept asking for my size." I muttered without pushing the topic and it was dropped.

I bought a Harris-tweed sport coat along with a camel brown leather jacket. It must have been the color of her skirt swaying me. While checking out she asked if there was anything else I needed. Her face then scrunched into thought and she looked at me. "Let me see your list." It wasn't a demand as much as it was a question. I gave it to her and she studied it for a minute and a very knowing grin crossed her lips.

Sonya handed me back the list and simply rang up the purchase. She swiped my credit card through the reader. As the transaction was processing, Sonya reached under the counter and brought up her purse and rummaging through removed a card from a side pocket. She then opened one of the counter drawers and took something out. Sonya busily wrote on a slip of paper while I signed the receipt. She took the receipts, compared the signatures, and gave me the card and my copy of the receipt.

Speaking in a very soft and knowing voice, "Douglas, I figured out why you need to know your measurements. I recognized the web address because I shop on-line there also."

My face was becoming flushed because I knew why she called me Douglas.

"Don't be embarrassed. Betty was right, you will love the feel. Here is a chart to help you. This side shows where to measure and this side," flipping over the chart, "makes the conversion." Handing me the chart, the paper and what she pulled from the drawer, Sonya continued, "You can have this tape measure and I've written another site you might enjoy on the paper."

Ours hands touched, Sonya smiled and spoke, "I don't want to sound too forward and I don't know your relationship with Betty, but if you are ever interested, I'd love to share a coffee with you sometime. My name and phone are at the bottom."

I melted and glanced at the paper. Sonya Demarco. I smiled. Putting the things in my bag, I stuttered, "I'd love to. I will call you. Tomorrow!" Again I felt like a fool.

She smiled back and said, "Tomorrow it is."

Leaving the mall in seventh heaven, I found my way back to the car. Putting everything in the back seat, I climbed in and drove away with the image of Sonya fresh in my mind. "She thinks I wear panties and she's cool with it. In fact she wants to have coffee with me. Yeah!! I'll call her first thing in the morning. This is fucking great!" I had no idea where I driving and found myself heading in the wrong direction. Composing myself, I turned at the next intersection and redirected the car towards Betty's.

Betty. I hadn't really thought about her for awhile. I need to find out if she is mad and it'll make her happy to know I went shopping at the stores she recommended. Twenty minutes later, I pulled into her wrap around drive which cut through heavy woods. The Bucher's had some cash. I parked, went to the front door and rang the doorbell. After a few minutes, I rang it again thinking she might not have heard the bell. Wondering where she may be, I moved into the bushes to peer through her front window.

As I was bent over staring, Betty's voice barked, "Douglas, are you now a Peeping Tom? What a filthy, filthy man you are."

There was the same statement; "filthy, filthy man."

"Hi! I'm sorry, I wasn't sure if you were home. I just went to the mall and bought some clothes. I thought you might want to see them."

"I'd love to, but Douglas, you need to do me a favor. Until you are told otherwise, call before you stop by."

I felt like I was intruding for the first time. "I'm sorry. I can come back later." Stumbling out of the bushes apologetically, I was greeted by a goddess standing in the doorway dressed in only a thin mid thigh robe. The robe clung to her breasts and I could distinctly see her nipples protruding. (Two great nipple shots in the same day.)

"No, no, please stay. I'd love to see your things. It's just I was in the middle private intimate pleasures. A call or message would give me time to finish and prepare for your arrival. Bring your things into the kitchen and pour us a wine. I'll throw on some other clothes and be right down."

Betty turned and the air lifted her robe. My cock jumped as I saw the shine of her rubber panties. She glanced back over her shoulder and blew me a sly, lustful kiss.

Gathering my things from the back of the car, my head was reeling. Betty was masturbating in her rubber outfit when I rang the bell. I was shaking at the thought of this beauty doing herself. What was she doing: dildos, vibrators?

I entered her house and went to the kitchen setting the packages on the table. Taking two wine glasses from the rack over her built in island; I walked around to the wine cooler and took out a bottle of chardonnay. Betty had good taste in wine. After pouring two glasses, I took a big sip from mine and topped it off. 

As I sat at the island enjoying my wine, faint noises were coming from upstairs. I envisioned Betty finishing what she had started. The "filthy, filthy man" in me walked quietly to the stairs. She was indeed finishing herself.

Lust overtook me. My cock was stiff at the thought of Betty masturbating. Starting up the stairs, I stopped. I turned and went back to the kitchen. Betty called this "private intimate pleasures." The wine glass was shaking as I took a big gulp to help calm myself down.

I heard what sounded like a whip crack and then a deep throated moan. This was too much, I just had to see.

Quickly and silently I went up the stairs. As I approached her room, I heard buzzing and Betty's moans getting louder. The door to her room was partially open and I carefully positioned myself in the hall to peer into the room.

On the floor in front of me was Betty. She was facing the door astride a Sybian machine grinding her hips into it as she rode the attached phallus. She was wearing her rubber crotchless panties along with a rubber corset which allowed her breasts to swing freely. Grinding, she was taking a small hand held rubber flogger across her breasts. Each crack brought a moan from her.

"You slut, you pig, you whore! Fuck my pussy you filthy, filthy man." My cock leaked into my shorts with her utterances, "you filthy, filthy man."

"Give it to me. Give it to me." She was out of control. Whip marks were all over her breasts. She started screaming:

"I need it... I want it... Give ....it ....to .....me .....now...you ....filthy ....filthy ....man ....whore ....slut ....cunt .....pig."

Throwing the whip down she leaned forward and stuck her hands into a stainless steel bowl just off to the side of her mount. Cum exploded from my cock and into my briefs as she removed her hands.

"Now you whore, do it now" she screamed, smearing shit all over her breasts.

Her hands moved to her neck and face, coating everywhere she touched with her brownness. Her body convulsed with her orgasms. Over and over she came. She didn't stop smearing herself with the brown paste. Bringing her fingers to her nose; she breathed in and shook with another orgasm. She stuck her fingers into her mouth, lapping and sucking the brown poo down her throat.

I nearly collapsed.

Making my way down the stairs, my mind was spinning. Cum was all over the front of my jeans. My cock was still rock hard. Betty was covered in shit and all I wanted to do was to go into her room and lick her clean. I WAS a filthy, filthy man. I knew I had some time to clean up as it would take Betty a while to clean up.

I went into the guest room bath and removed my clothes.

Cum was all over me. I took my off my briefs and cum leaked onto my hand. I couldn't use the towels, so I just licked it up. More cum leaked from my still hard cock. Luckily it fell onto the counter. I was going crazy. "Needed to clean up before Betty came down. How much time? What do I say? How do I hide it?" It took about ten minutes but I was finally clean except for my briefs which I used as a rag.

I lightly watered the front of my jeans and put them back on sans the briefs which I would hide in one of the shopping bags. I'd tell Betty wine spilled onto my lap. Looking in the mirror I looked composed again, but inside I was shaking from what just happened. Leaving the bath, I returned to the kitchen and my wine. I finished the glass quickly and poured another. Fifteen minutes later Betty came down the stairs, looking great. 

She was wearing a tight pair of jeans and a white starched blouse with the collar raised. The front was open to just above her bra. Her make up and hair were perfect. Red lips and nails with a killer smile. Her spiked heels clicked on the kitchen floor when she entered. "Sorry I took so long," she said as she glided next to me, took my hands in hers and gave me a soft and gentle kiss on the lips. The same lips which lapped shit from her fingers about a half hour ago. My cock jumped and touched the wetness of its own stain made at the same time. "I really needed to finish what I was doing. I hope you aren't angry with me?" Betty said in a fake pout.

"No, I was just enjoying my wine." I lied. What I wanted to say, I couldn't: I came in my pants watching you whip yourself while grinding on a Sybian and then smearing shit on yourself sending you into multiple orgasms. Sure. I should have but something was stopping me. What I did say was stupid, "Want to see my new clothes?"

Betty smiled and let her hands slip from mine. "I'd love to Douglas. But first I think I need a glass of wine." She took the glass I had poured and sat down next to me.




The Weather Girl Ch. 03



She asked about shopping and the things I bought. Betty asked if I had a chance to visit the website. I told her I didn't get there yet. She gave me a look which said "you're lying."

As we talked, Betty went to the fridge and took out Gouda, Havarti, Blue Cheese, grapes, apples, stone ground mustard and made a platter with an nice assortment of crisps and crackers. Munching and chatting we had another wine. The atmosphere was getting lighter.

Our conversation was interrupted by the phone ringing. "Hold on, I'm expecting an important call." Looking at her caller ID, she gave me the nod to indicate this was the one. Pressing talk on the cordless she said, "Hello, darling how are you?"

Betty moved around the room talking, smiling and glancing at me from time to time. Hearing only one side of the conversation was interesting: 

"He did? Really? You devil... I'm sure he did... I think you would be doing the right thing... Sure, why not... Actually the sooner the better... Gotta go, see you soon... Ciao" 

"All right, time to see your clothes." Betty announced as she put the phone back on the counter. I stood up to retrieve a package when Betty gasped, "Douglas! What on earth happened in your pants?"

It wasn't what happened "to" your pants, but rather "in" your pants. Embarrassment showing in my cheeks, I tried to say with confidence, "Oh, I just spilled some wine onto my pants. No biggie." 

"Yes it is," came her reply as her tongue sensuously moved across her hips. My penis stirred. Betty grabbed a towel from a hook near the sink and soaked one end of it under the faucet. "Wine leaves a permanent stain unless you tend to it quickly."

She moved around the counter, she bent over and started to wipe the stained area with the wet end of the towel. Her other hand rested on my jean covered ass. Her face was only inches from my fly. The hand on my ass moved gently across my cheeks. The wiping area was getting bigger. Betty's excuse for passing the towel over my hardening cock was, "You need to clean all around the stain to blend it into the material."

She squeezed water from the towel and let it soak into the jeans which were becoming very wet by this time. I could feel water dripping on my cock and down onto my hairless balls. My cock was past the point of being unnoticeable. It was straining and pushing on the front of my pants.

By this time Betty was in front of me on her knees, moving the towel up and down over the front of my jeans. For every three strokes to the stain, my cock got one. Her other hand was now grasping my inner thigh for support, but way too close to my groin.

Looking down at this Goddess, I could see into her blouse.

Her bra was a demi-cup and the top of her areolas peeked from their lace cradle as she moved. I wanted to pull down my pants and shove my dick into her red lipped mouth and have her suck my spasmming cock. But I couldn't. I had a block.

"Betty...thanks. It looks clean to me."

Betty looked up at me and smiled. "We should get those jeans off of you throw them in washer."

Realizing I had nothing on underneath, I just said it would be okay.

"I insist," came her reply. "After all you will be trying on your clothes for me so we have time to clean them."

I just stood there with my jaw dropped. I felt like I was in a trance. "Douglas? Douglas? Are you okay?"

I slumped back to the counter and took my seat and stared down into my wine.

Betty tried to break my trance by opening the packages on the table. Hearing the sound of the rustling bags, I remembered my cum filled undies shoved in one of them. Before I could say "No," Betty pulled the white briefs from the bag and held them up with the tip of her fingers, arm extended saying, "What do we have here?"

Quickly I said, "Those are my briefs and they got wet from the wine too."

Betty's demeanor changed. Her hands went to her hips while still clutching my briefs. She walked to the counter purposefully. Setting my briefs on the counter she took a sip a wine and turned towards me putting her hands back on her hips and spreading her legs in a showdown stance.

"Douglas, you are lying to me."

"No I'm...." before I could finish the sting from her hand slapping my face silenced me.

"Douglas, you are a fucking liar." Her look was stern. I had the feeling the shit was about to hit the fan. "You've been lying to me all the time."

"Betty, I.."

"Shut the fuck up and listen." Betty was in control. In all the years I've known her, I never heard her curse in public or to me. "I'm going to explain something to you and you better fucking listen because I'm only going to say this once. DO-YOU-FUCK- ING- UN-DER-STAND?" Her voice was low but there was no mistaking its control.

"Yes" was all I could muster.

"Good." Betty started, "First I know you are a pig because Carol told me about the girls she introduced to you and Robbie. Douglas, women talk, especially those type ...the hedonist, the beauty types. All they want is pleasure and they don't care who it comes from, man or woman."

"Carol told me how you loved to tongue fuck their asses and you even let one girl piss on you while she rode you. When you came inside her, she made you clean her out while sitting on your face. She told Carol how your cock stayed hard as you licked your cum, her cum and her piss from her box. So, stop the innocent bullshit, you are a pig."

"Next, you kept talking about your unusual experiences around the world and lately how the co-eds at college wouldn't have your same interests. When Robbie kissed you good-bye and Jim's hand stroked your ass, I knew you were Bi. Again, stop the bullshit."

"You look at me with lust. And frankly, I love it. You embarrass easily but a man's cock never lies. You were hard as a rock looking at Jim's silks and satins. The pre-cum stain on your pants was obvious. Then tonight you sat here and lied to me about not looking at the website."

Going to a bag on the table she retrieved the conversion chart, tape measure and paper with the website and Sonya's name and number. "If you didn't look, then why in hell do you have this chart, the tape and another website for women's intimates? On top of it there is a woman's name and number written down. Oh, it's okay for you to talk about this with others, but not with me?"

"No, it's not like...." I tried.

"I told you to shut your fucking mouth. Either shut up and listen or I'm throwing your ass out of here. Understand?"

I sat in silence.

"Very good" came Betty's calm response.

"Last night you took my cloth. God only knows how much cum was pumped into it. Did you eat it too? Did you lick the stains? Don't answer, I know. And this morning you pull the 'whom may I ask is calling' shit on me. Right after you jerked off to my vision. Fucking asshole pig."

"This afternoon....Mister Fucking Peeping Tom at my window. What if I was busy? Which I was, but you know because I left the bedroom door open on purpose ...for you to see and you saw it all. You saw my outfit, my flogger, the Sybian and the shit I adore. Wine spill my ass."

Opening my briefs she dragged her nail across the wetness and scooped up what cum was left. "Does this look like wine? I think not." She pushed her cum covered finger into my mouth and smeared it onto my tongue. "You know, I think it's cum. Your cum as a matter of fact. You blew your load in your pants as you watched me. Now, you're giving me bullshit about a wine spill."

"Look at your cock."

It was pushing almost straight out from the front of my jeans.

"You're so fucking horny. I know you wanted to fuck my mouth and shoot your load down my throat when I cleaned you. Why do you think I put my face inches from your cock? Why do you think I stroked it to stiffness? To make you horny. To make you as horny as I am."

For the first time, Betty's voice changed. I looked at her and I saw fire and lust in her eyes.

"I am a horny woman with many, many, different and unusual needs. I was hoping you were a filthy, filthy man capable of helping me with those needs. But what I see in front of me is a lying fucking pig. Is that what you are?"

I said nothing.

The crack of Betty's hand across my face stung. "Answer me" she said calmly. "Are you a lying fucking pig or do you want to be a filthy, filthy man?"

Slowly, but without hesitation, I looked in Betty's eyes and said, "I want to be a filthy, filthy man. Your filthy, filthy man."

"Good" she replied pacing in front of me.

"Douglas, NEVER lie to me again. If you do, our relationship is over. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress." I said.

The sting of her hand across my face stunned me. "Did I give you permission to call me Mistress?"

"No" I stammered. Then another slap and Betty grabbed my hair.

"Get down on your knees and apologize." I fell to my knees, my face inches from her crotch. I could feel its heat but I did not look. My eyes never left hers.

"Betty, I am sorry for calling you Mistress without permission and I apologize for lying to you this whole time. Please forgive me." I meant every word of it. Betty knew it too.

"Douglas, you are forgiven. Now kiss my feet."

As I bent down to fulfill her command, the sound of her zipper was distinct. Kissing her feet I heard her fingers squishing into her pussy.

After a few moments Betty said, "Very good Douglas. Look at me." As I lifted my head it was impossible to ignore her fingers deep inside her pussy. I didn't linger but moved my eyes to her.

"Never again...No lies...No bullshit." These words echoed in my ears as she removed her fingers from her pussy. Without breaking eye contact she pushed them into my mouth. "Suck my juices you filthy, filthy man. Clean my fingers and savor the nectar of my pussy."

I licked and sucked with passion.

"Douglas, I know so much about you. More than you could ever dream. You have so much to learn and I have all the time in the world to teach you. Now stand up."

Getting up I stood in front of Betty my eyes fixed on hers. She moved forward and grabbed my cock through my pants. She kissed me with lust and passion, savoring her own juices from the moment before. Our tongues swirled.

Breaking the kiss she said, "Now take off those pants and follow me upstairs. We have a little panty party to attend."

Kicking off my shoes, I undid my pants and let them drop. My hairless crotch and hard on was at full attention. Betty's glance went to it and she cupped my balls and cooed "Very nice. Hmmmm, this looks like Jennifer's work from Olivia's in Miami."

I was stunned.

While still stroking my balls, Betty looked in my eyes and said, "Douglas, there is so much I know about you. More than you could dream. Follow me."

Up the stairs she swayed. Her ass moved as it did the night before. My eyes were fixed on its movement. Her rubber panties were visible since Betty had not rezipped her pants.

"You better be looking at my ass." Her voice was lustful.

Reaching her bedroom door, Betty turned herself in the doorway and leaned against the frame to block entry. Her fingers trailed around the knob in a seductive motion. "By the way," her now husky voice spoke, "I may have a very special treat for you tonight."

She entered.

I followed. 

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To be continued... Let me know what you think. I do have a comment on the feedback.

Thanks but please be patient.

My style is to wind a story. It isn't easy to determine where exactly my story goes. This series of submissions, The Weather Girl (I'm on Chp 5), centers on a bisexual male that has removed his body hair, loves panties (silk, satin, rubber, etc), adores watersports, all traditional sexual acts, dominant women, toys, breasts of all types but is really attracted to very small, multiple partners in erotic and kinky settings, etc.

There isn't one category for this, so Fetish works the best.



The Weather Girl Ch. 04



This is a continuation of the story. Chapter 3 had Betty (a widower---see Ch 1 & 2) making her move on Douglas. She knew of Douglas' love for kink (as this chapter will explain how), but needed to break him of lying about it. After putting on a masturbation fetish clinic which Douglas watched as a voyeur through a partially opened bedroom door, the time was right for Betty.

Stunning him with her slaps and control, Betty forced Douglas into admitting his desire. She had him kneel in front of her, kiss her feet and apologize for his lying. Unknowingly, Douglas had just entered into a world of submission. 

Betty's first act was to get Douglas into panties. Our story picks up from this last scene...

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"Never again. No lies. No bullshit." These words echoed in my ears as she removed her soaked fingers from her pussy. Without breaking eye contact she pushed them into my mouth. "Suck my juices you filthy, filthy man. Clean my fingers and savor the nectar of my pussy." I licked and sucked with passion.

"Douglas, I know so much about you. More than you could ever dream. You have so much to learn and I have all the time in the world to teach you. Now stand up."

Getting up I stood in front of Betty my eyes fixed on hers. She moved forward and grabbed my cock through my pants. She kissed me with lust and passion, savoring her own juices from the moment before. Our tongues swirled.

Breaking the kiss she said, "Now take off those pants and follow me upstairs. We have a little panty party to attend."

Kicking off my shoes, I undid my pants and let them drop. My hairless crotch and hard on was at full attention. Betty's glance went to it and she cupped my balls and cooed "Very nice. Hmmmm, this seems like Jennifer's work from Olivia's in Miami."

I was stunned. How could she know?

While still stroking my balls, Betty looked in my eyes and said, "Douglas, there is so much I know about you. More than you could dream. Follow me."

Up the stairs she swayed. Her ass moved as it did the night before. My eyes were fixed on her luscious cheeks. The top of her rubber panties was visible since Betty had not rezipped her pants.

"You better be looking at my ass." Her voice was lustful.

Reaching her bedroom door, Betty turned in the doorway and leaned against the frame to block entry. Her fingers trailed around the knob in a seductive motion. "By the way," her now husky voice spoke, "I may have a very special treat for you tonight. Take off your shirt and socks and come in." 

She entered her room.

I finished disrobing and followed. 

Although I had been in her bedroom before (once with Robbie and just last night to check out Jim's wardrobe), tonight the room was very different. The Sybian machine which Betty road in her shit crazed masturbation session hours ago was no where in sight. The room was now a sensual paradise. Perhaps it was a different crazed state which prevented me from seeing its splendor before.

Moving to the middle of the room, I surveyed the seduction. The room was softly illuminated by dozens of candles ranging in size from small tea warmers to large pillars on brass bases standing over 5 feet in height. The wall directly in front of me was the signature full wall mirror (floor to ceiling, end to end) I found so kinky on my first visit. It allowed vision of the room from any angle. Tonight it portrayed lust.

Sound filled the room: new age with a very tribal beat accompanied by low Gregorian-type chanting. Soft moans of pleasure were interspersed throughout the chants as additional background sounds. I felt like a virgin being led into a sacramental sexual ritual. 

To my left, against the entrance wall, was Betty's bed. It was huge; a king and a half in both width and length. The waist high mattress was perfect for fucking and other such activities. There was no bedspread; only the mattress and pillows covered in tight, form-fitting black rubber. My cock jumped at the sight of this altar.

On the wall above the head of the bed was a large flat panel plasma screen monitor. Displayed on the screen was a series of soft colors which changed and blended with the music. The feeling of eroticism was snapping around me.

The foot of the bed was about ten feet from the mirrored wall. Positioned against the mirror across from the bed were two shoulder high pillar candles. Their flames silently flickered, sending an aromatic scent through the room. The aphrodisiac trails filled my head, both of them. My cock was rock hard. A lone chair was positioned close the foot of the bed just to the left of the flickering pillars. It was set on an angle which allowed visual access to both the bed and the mirrored wall; the reason for which was instantly clear.

A series of beautiful panties were seductively laying atop a long, narrow, knee high chest of drawers at the foot of the bed. I could not discern their number as my head was spinning, but I did see colors of lavender, pink, red and black.

Beyond the bed, the remainder of the room was concealed behind a floor to ceiling black velvet drape; leaving the remainder of the room a mystery. To my right were two doors. The first was Betty's closet and the second appeared to be the entrance for her bath.

Betty's voice broke my trance. Closing the door behind us, Betty whispered seductively, "Douglas, tonight you begin your journey into the world of erotic lust, sensations and filth." 

She approached me and began trailing her fingers across my chest; her nails flicking my erect nipples. Her hands moved to my head, raking her fingers across the scalp. Goose bumps raced down my body. Sensuously grabbing the hair on the back of my head, Betty pulled it towards hers. Her mouth was open and her red lips totally enveloped and sucked in my mouth. The feeling of her tongue shoving past my lips was overpowering. It was as if her mouth was invading mine and taking total control.

Breaking the advance, her hands returned to my chest. This time each hand played with a nipple. Betty's eyes stared into mine as she spoke, "Tonight will be special; for you will cross the portal. All will be explained in due time, but first we must do something about this." Both of her hands went from my nipples to my cock. She grabbed it like a rope and started pulling it back and forth.

The force of her pulls made me move with them, but Betty told me to be still.

Betty dropped to her knees, and in one motion, buried my cock into her throat. Her tongue swirled around my shaft coating it with her salvia. She pulled her head away slowly allowing her mouth to suck every inch of my penis along the way. As the head exited her mouth it made a slight popping sound. Her eyes were fixed on my manhood and started pulling on it as if she was trying to open a locked door.

Betty was entering a frenzy.

As suddenly as she dropped to her knees she stood. Betty's piercing eyes locked onto mine and her movements were quick. Her hands moved to her blouse and ripped it open sending buttons flying. Her breasts strained in their demi-cups. They heaved and exposed her areolas and nipples. 

Betty's nipples were long and thick. They looked like the nipples found on a baby bottle and I immediately wanted to suckle them. No I wanted to bite them and chew them. I wanted her tits in my mouth. My lust was becoming explosive.

Kicking off her heels, Betty pulled off her pants, exposing her rubber panties. They were boy cut and crotchless. Her pussy was hairless and glistening from her own cream.

"Douglas, I am going to remove as much cum from your balls as possible."

Betty's tone was pure greed.

"You are not to make a sound. I want no hint or warning of your orgasm. You will finish cumming when I tell you. One load does not clean you out. I want it all. Only when you are empty can we proceed."

Betty pushed me to my knees. Grabbing the back of my head by the hair she shoved her pussy into my face. She moved it around her cunt like a washcloth. Wetness covered my face; Betty's wetness. I lapped as much as I could but Betty's movements were wild.

Holding my head with both hands, she walked into me pushing me onto my back. Betty straddled my head. Her hips ground into my face with a purpose. Her juice was thick. I lapped it all.

"Open your mouth," she commanded. "Wider."

My mouth completely surrounded her pussy as a stream of piss entered it.

"Drink!" she moaned as she tried to pull her nipples off her breasts.

I did so hungrily. The taste was warm and pleasant. It lacked the bitter saltiness urine was reportedly to have. Betty emptied her bladder and not a drop was spilled.

"Now clean my cunt you filthy, filthy man."

Those words sent a spasm through my body. My cock was dancing and looking for relief as my mouth lapped and licked and sucked any trace Betty's nectar from her folds.

Satisfied, Betty slid between my legs. Kneeling with my cock in front of her, she held it with both hands and began a slow stroke.

"Remember, not a sound, no warning, total silence."

Her mouth then sank onto my cock.

Betty worked it with purpose: hands and fingers caressing and squeezing my balls; her tongue wrapped around my shaft like fingers. On the upstroke, it darted into my crown's hole. Up, down, squeeze, pull. My body jerked in pleasure but not a sound was uttered.

My orgasm was unlike any other. I did not shoot my load. Sperm simply oozed from my cock. It flooded into Betty's mouth. There were no spasms; there was no mind blowing release. In fact, it was the opposite. My cock got harder. My lust grew. Betty's mouth didn't stop until the molten flow subsided.

Without a word, she mounted me. My cock was still rock hard. Betty ground her rubber cased pussy hard into my bare pubic region. Her wetness flowed and lubricated our skins allowing a smooth, rhythmic motion only found with baldness and rubber. Arching her back Betty grabbed her nipples and pulled her breasts completely out of her demi cup. She pinched her nipples hard. She slapped her tits. She ground my cock deeper into her cunt.

An orgasm ripped through Betty. She collapsed onto my chest but never stopped her hips. Her mouth found mine and her tongue parted my lips. I opened and Betty's tongue shoved cum into my mouth.

I couldn't believe she had saved my cream. The feeling was incredible. As soon as it was in my mouth, she started sucking it back into hers. We went back and forth mixing sperm with saliva. Soon our mouths were full with our combined juices. When my mouth was full, Betty did not suck it back into hers. Rather she opened hers wider to cover mine. I had no choice but to swallow. As I did, an orgasm rocked us both. Betty tightened her vagina as my cock sent waves of cum into her.

This was the orgasm to clean me out. It felt as if my balls were going through my rod. I was spent.

Betty had other ideas. She sat upright and continued to milk my dick with her vagina. She tightened and released; over and over in synch with the beat of the background music. At first it was painful but the squishing of our juices around my cock started to become pleasurable. I had never before been so continuously aroused to be able to keep going...even when I thought I was spent!

Betty sensed my feelings and started to move her hips. She was fucking me to another erection. I was becoming hard again. When I was hard enough for a full fledged fuck, Betty made another move.

She moved into a sixty-nine position on top of me. Her pussy, her creamy pussy was shoved onto my mouth. I felt the smoothness of her rubber panties, wet labia and skin ride up and down my face. Tasting the mixture of our cum I went wild. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pulled her harder onto my mouth and shoved my tongue as deep as I could into her cavern. I wanted her. I wanted her cum. I wanted our cum. I wanted to be her filthy, filthy man.

I was getting a similar treatment. Betty buried her mouth onto my cock. She pushed her arms between my legs and used her elbows spread them apart. She moved her face into my ass. Burying in, Betty started sucking on my ass bud. As she sucked, her tongue probed. It pierced the rim and entered. Knowing Betty was a shit freak took me to another level.

My tongue started to work her asshole. It went back and forth from her cunt to her ass. I was hot. Whatever Betty did to me I did to her. It was so overwhelming my only thought was to have her shit in my mouth. The thought was too much; I came. Nothing was being done to my cock. All of Betty's attention was on my asshole, but I was still cumming.

When Betty felt my orgasm splash onto her neck, she sucked and probed my ass with more fever. Her body was quaking on my face and I felt her orgasm. Piss was also being streamed onto my face. I continued to move back and forth between her pussy and asshole drinking her piss and cum, and smearing it into her asshole. As I probed her hole, it opened and Betty slid my tongue into her ass and then clamped it shut. With my tongue captive she started to fuck her ass with it.

We were like crazed animals bucking in a mixture of piss, cum, cock, cunt and asshole.

I am not sure how or when we stopped. Perhaps we passed out. When my senses returned, I found us lying on the floor in a mixture of our juices. Betty was the first to move and touched me gently. My body jumped thinking she was about to attack me for another bout. Betty chuckled lightly. "Relax," she laughed. "Mission accomplished. I think your balls are dry; unless you think differently."

An involuntary spasm made my empty cock jump.

"Douglas," Betty gasped mockingly. "You filthy, filthy man." 

We both smiled. Sitting up we embraced and kissed tenderly. It was so erotic. Minutes ago our lips were planted on each other's our assholes and now we were kissing like sweethearts.

"Now you are empty, and I can talk about your journey ahead. We will need a glass of nectar for this."

Betty got up and walked towards the door which was not her closet. Her black rubber panties shined with our wet stickiness and her tits swayed gently out of her bra. Although satisfied, I still felt lust for this beautiful Goddess. When she reached the door, Betty turned and smiled. "You are a filthy, filthy man."

Entering the room, my assumption was correct. I could see the room was a bath but it was like none I have ever seen. For some reason I was sure I was going to see it very soon.

When Betty returned, her breasts were back in the demi-cup bra and her mouth was freshly lipsticked. God was she hot. Handing me a glass of golden wine, she sat next to me on the floor. I was resting on an elbow and sat up to sip. Its taste was heavenly.

Betty began.

"Douglas, you are an adult and are entering a great period of life. This is the time when one finds a partner. It is exciting and wonderful, but it is also very dangerous. Sex is very powerful. A man's quest for it can lead him into making bad decisions. A woman's use of it is often a trap. Young men want to cum. Women need to do very little to make this happen. This creates problems."

She continued, "As a relationship grows, some of the mystic can leave. If the sex falls off, a man will start to seek another source. Women will too. The relationship can sour. A souring relationship gives one time to think. People fantasize about the perfect partner, and again. sex with a new person is often confused as the perfect partner. The real problem is people never take the time to understand their sexual desires and don't know how to develop a sexual relationship with a partner." Betty's hand touched mine. "This is why I'm here."

"Douglas you are a kinky and a filthy man. I say this with all sincerity. Everything which just happened is considered kinky and filthy by mainstream society. Exposed, people would show mock disgust with our acts but then go home and masturbate to those very images. My journey for you will unlock your sexual desires and allow you to experience them without the burden of a permanent relationship."

I listened intently and finished my wine. Still talking Betty took my glass into the bath, refilled it and returned. The taste was a bit different from the first, but it still was crisp and refreshing.

Betty sat back down. "I slapped you earlier tonight for calling me Mistress. Being a Mistress infers ownership. I don't own you Douglas. You must find your way in life. It may very well be you are eventually owned by a Mistress, but it will occur only after you have experienced all the power of eroticism and have made a conscious decision to be owned."

"Tonight you were thinking with your cock's head. You would have done anything I asked of you. It would be temporary. I would be using sex to own you. Look at yourself now: relaxed, calm, flaccid and at peace. You can think with the proper head. You've made no promises or pledges binding yourself to me. You are as free as I. Only in this state can you make true decisions."

What Betty said was making sense. If she would have asked me to marry her earlier, I would have said yes without hesitation. Now, I was simply her pupil; a pupil who adored her, but a pupil free to explore life.

Betty went on. "The note in the bag from the girl, Cindy."

"No. Her name is Sonya, Sonya DeMarco," I interrupted.

"Exactly!" Betty replied. "If I would have taken ownership of you tonight, Sonya would need to vanish. Douglas you must find your own way, but with clear heads." She extended her arm and flipped my flaccid dick to indicate the dominate head. "Tell me about Sonya. Why the website and her number?" Betty was sincere with her questions.

I proceeded to explain our encounter. Describing Sonya's appearance, especially her flatness, was erotic. Speaking as if no one was in the room, my mind drifted through the encounter. The fact the Sonya recognized the address as a high end lingerie site and added one of her own made my shaft stir. Respecting a potential relationship with Betty was classy, but her boldness for a meeting was overwhelming. She reduced me to a wanton fool. A beautiful woman who thought I wore panties and wanted to meet me was arousing. I told Betty of tomorrow's tentative liaison. Being naked and lost in thought, I did not notice my cock returning to life but Betty did.

"Douglas, look at you." Betty smiled. "You are thinking with the wrong head. You are becoming aroused and do not realize you are a fraud. You aren't wearing any panties. She is expecting you to be covered in intimates when you meet. She will ask and you will either disappoint her or lie to her. You must meet with her, but only with a clear head AND in panties."

Betty rose and said. "It is time to cleanse you and prepare you for panties. Let's not disappoint our flat-chested Sonya."

Her words were incredible. One moment she was my mentor, the next a slut and now a temptress again. Without understanding, I WAS in Betty's control.

"Follow me into the bath."

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To be continued... Let me know what you think. 



The Weather Girl Ch. 05



This is a continuation of the story. Chapter 4 had Betty (a widower---see Ch 1 & 2) confronting Douglas and making him acknowledge his love for kink. She begins her tutoring of Douglas and bringing him into the world of constant desire. She drains his balls of all his cum, makes him taste his own seed through snowballing and licking it from her vagina, and showers him with piss. She also captures his tongue anally and preps him for more.

With him clean, Betty can now prepare Douglas for his meeting with a young lady named Sonya. Betty's prep is anything but routine. Our story picks up from this last scene...

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"Douglas, look at you." Betty smiled. "You are thinking with the wrong head. You are becoming aroused and do not realize you are a fraud. You aren't wearing any panties. She is expecting you to be covered in intimates when you meet. She will ask and you will either disappoint her or lie to her. You must meet with her, but only with a clear head AND in panties."

Betty rose and said. "It is time to cleanse you and prepare you for panties. Let's not disappoint our flat-chested Sonya."

Her words were incredible. One moment she was my mentor, the next a slut and now a temptress again. Without understanding, I WAS in Betty's control.

"Follow me into the bath."

I followed thinking about Betty's words, "our flat-chested Sonya." Subtle but controlling: "our flat-chested Sonya."

As I entered her bath my eyes and senses were overpowered by a temple of lust. The room was immense and filled with so many items of mixed nature I wasn't sure what to think. I had a hard time spotting the toilet and when I did it was like nothing I had ever seen before.

The seating area was about three feet off the floor and sat on a semicircular stage. The stage front was open and there were hoses, bowls and other unidentifiable devices attached inside. A wheeled stool stood in the center of the circle and it reminded me of a cow milking station. The actual toilet had an oversized seat and a black padded back with padded arms extending from its side. Padded foot rests were positioned so the legs would be lifted up and away from the body. 

I could envision a person on the seat, their back pressed against the chair, gripping the armrest, knees chest high, legs open, ass exposed, and being invaded by someone who adored shit. Someone so kinky they would build a play bench just for shit. Someone by the name of Betty.

"Welcome to my Temple of Preparation!" Betty said with her lusty voice. She extended her arms outward while moving in circles to highlight the various stations. "This is where your training in kink and filth begins. This is where the center of my kink and filth resides. Come let us try some wine."

Betty moved toward a custom wine bar. The bar consisted of a climate controlled wine humidor standing about chest high with wine glasses aligned on its top. It contained both red wines and white wines and each bottle was attached to a tapping system which ran to the outside of the humidor. There was another tube connected to each bottle. This tube ran to the end of the humidor and into a very large glass beaker of golden fluid. My mind raced, "Could this be a beaker of Betty's piss?" As quick as the thought entered my mind, Betty proved it correct.

Betty opened a door at the end of the humidor and removed a molded plastic cup attached to a coil of clear flexible tubing. The cup was a suction type device shaped to fit over a woman's vulva. Betty flicked a switch in the cabinet and I could hear air being sucked through the tube.

Next to the humidor was an odd shaped chair. It had a small seat with two tubular legs extending from the bottom forming curved rocking legs. At the end of the legs were foot holds. Betty sat on the chair, spread her legs, and lewdly placed the cup over her pussy. Looking me directly in the eyes Betty began to piss into the cup while rocking gently back and forth.

Betty was obviously enjoying the suction on her pussy as her legs were trembling. It was simply filthy to watch her nectar being sucked through the tube and into beaker. I loved it. When her bladder was empty, Betty spoke. "Every bottle and glass of wine served in this house contains a blend of my urine."

Betty stood and placed the cup and tubing back into the humidor while turning off the suction. Closing the door, Betty beckoned me to come to her.

"Using this knob, I can control the level of my urine in the wine." Taking a glass from on top of the humidor, Betty continued, "Let me show you." Betty turned the knob a bit to the left and then opened the tap to a bottle of Chardonnay. Filling the glass with an adequate sample, Betty said, "Taste this."

I took the glass and sampled it as I would at a restaurant. Only this time my excitement level was peaked. I thought, "Every glass of wine I have ever tasted at this house had Betty's piss in it. God is she kinky!" The taste was delicious. "This is wonderful." I told Betty.

"Now try this, same wine but a different blend," she replied as she turned the knob clockwise. Filling the glass to the same level as before, she offered me the sample.

Swirling the chilled liquid around my tongue, I noticed a difference but still the taste was wonderful. "This is good also." was my response. "How do you do this? Which one had more of you in it?" For some reason I blushed slightly as thought of drinking Betty's urine.

"As with a good wine, it all starts with a good grape. I drink plenty of fluids and eat very few foods which give urine its bitter taste. This produces piss which is very palatable on its own. Blend it with a fine wine and people can't get enough of it."

While Betty was talking, she turned the knob completely clockwise and poured two generous glasses. Handing one to me, she continued. "This is a 50/50 blend of wine and nectar." Lifting her glass, Betty toasted, "Cheers!"

It was heavenly. We drained our glasses and set them back on top of the humidor.

Betty continued, "I find it so erotic to watch guests drink my nectar. My pussy gets so wet when I see people savoring my piss. I'm such a filthy slut. At the end of the night I fantasize about serving them directly from the source. God it makes me hot. Feel my pussy."

Not waiting for me to move, Betty grabbed my hand and shoved it into her pussy. Three of my fingers found their way into her soaked box. Grinding her hips onto my hand she moaned deeply. I thought she was going to fuck herself to orgasm. As quickly as she started, she stopped.

"I could do this all night, but we've got to get you ready." Betty smiled and looked into my eyes. She took hold of my cock and stroked it with one hand and grabbed my balls with the other. She pushed into me and lowered her mouth to my right nipple.

A tight vacuum formed as my skin was sucked into her. Biting the base of my nipple, her tongue flicked its tip. All of her action seemed to be aimed at removing something from my body. Her hands pulled and tugged my groin while her mouth worked my nipples. It was ecstasy with one exception; my bladder was straining for relief from all the nectar consumed since I arrived this afternoon.

"Betty, I'm sorry, I've got to pee." Looking around the room I wasn't sure where to go.

Smiling lustfully Betty went to her knees. "I've been waiting all night for this, Douglass. Piss on me. Use me for your urinal. Piss on this filthy bitch. Piss on me. Piss on my face. Let me drink it."

Betty removed her bra and her panties as she moved to the floor and writhered around under me. She was rubbing her tits and caressing her pussy while staring at my cock. Her glance went to my eyes and she begged, "Piss one me, Piss on me."

My cock was starting to become hard from Betty's urgings, but the pressure from my bladder was overpowering. I let go. The stream shot onto Betty's head drenching her hair. Her hands went to her face and she moved to catch the stream in her mouth. She was smearing the overflow onto her face, tits and the rest of her body.

Going back to her knees she followed the stream to my cock and put the fount into her mouth. I was pissing directly into her mouth. I could feel her mouth expand and collapse as she gulped down my waste. The fullness of my bladder and the fullness of my cock seemed to make the stream go on forever. Piss leaked out from the corners of her mouth and down onto her tits. Betty rubbed it in.

When I finished, Betty got up and French kissed me while pulling my head towards hers with her piss-wet hands. I wasn't surprised Betty was saving my piss. What did surprise however was its pleasant taste. But then again it did start with Betty's piss-wine.

Breaking the kiss, Betty took hold of my hand led me to the toilet stage. "Now let's get you clean." I wasn't sure what was ahead, but I knew it would be erotic, kinky and filthy.

As we made our way across the room, I noticed the floor was the same as the spa in Miami: Olivia's--the spa which Betty seemed to know about. It was tiled and slightly slanted towards a center drain. I saw the remnants of my piss flowing towards the drain. I wondered if the design was a coincidence or just a common design. Perhaps Betty was in Miami. My thoughts were interrupted by Betty's voice.

"Douglas I want you to move onto the seat and make yourself comfortable. Put your legs onto the foot rests, place your arms on the extensions and relax. Your asshole needs to be clean and all your shit removed from your bowels." There was a sense of seriousness in her voice. 

"There is nothing worse than staining a beautiful pair of panties. Unless of course, you are having someone lick them clean." Betty laughed a bit as she moved the work chair into position.

Situated, she continued. "This will feel absolutely fantastic if you stay relaxed. The first task is to remove the shit in your rectum and lower colon. Then we will remove the remaining waste from your intestine."

Her words were very clinical but the crazed and lustful look in her eyes painted another picture.

Betty picked up a jar and unscrewed the lid. It looked and felt much like cold cream as she scooped two fingers of it from the jar and started to massage the cream around the outside of my anus. It did feel wonderful.

The massage was mixed with insertions into my rectum; first one finger, every so slightly and then a bit deeper. The one finger was replaced by two and then three. In between insertions, more cream was applied making the probing smooth and enjoyable.

When I was sufficiently relaxed, the fingers went deeper and I felt the tips of them touch the head of my next movement. Betty moaned and whispered to herself, "There it is. There it is." My presence did not seem to matter. The only thing which matter was the shit she felt.

A finger moved around the perimeter of the shit and I felt my inners push involuntarily. The movement started a slide towards my rectum and anus. Having been massaged and relaxed, my anus allowed the string of shit to pass effortlessly out of my body.

In Betty's free hand a stainless steel bowl collected my waste. She circled the bowl such my shit formed a coil in it. Betty's other hand was still in my ass feeling the shit crossing her fingers. To her delight, my expulsion was significant, nearly filling the bowl. When I was done, Betty's fingers made a final circle to remove any extra traces. Removing her fingers from my ass, I could see remnants of shit covering them.

Setting the bowl onto the floor, Betty locked her eyes onto mine and brought her shit covered fingers towards her breasts. With the tips of her fingers she traced a circle around her areolas and flicked her fat nipples. A brown residue covered her skin where her fingers touched. She then drew a line from her pussy directly up across her stomach between her breasts, up the neck and onto her lips where she made a similar circling motion. Betty opened her mouth and inserted one of the covered fingers into it. Never breaking eye contact she licked it clean.

While still sucking her finger, Betty lewdly mounted the podium and straddled me face to face. She finished licking her finger and removed it from her mouth. Both of her hands went to my nipples and pinched them. It wasn't too hard but hard enough to stir my cock towards an erection. Her shit covered fingers played with my left nipple as her free hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled it towards her. I saw her mouth opening as she tilted her head for a kiss.

I closed my eyes and accepted her mouth onto mine. Her tongue pushed its way in and I took it. There was a unique sensation as our tongues intertwined; almost numbing. I was tasting my own shit; the filth from my body. It was being fed to me from someone who just pulled their fingers from my ass and licked my shit from one of them. I was entering a different mental zone. I was experiencing Betty's euphoric state of lust.

Betty broke the kiss and pulled back, bringing her shit covered fingers to her mouth. She took a second finger and licked it clean. When she opened her mouth I could see small pieces of my shit on her tongue. Without a word she shoved the remaining soiled finger into my mouth. It was overwhelming. My cock was harder than I ever before experienced. I sucked and licked Betty's finger savoring every lurid tasted which burst onto my tongue.

I was her filthy, filthy man.

We frenched like sluts; passing shit between us. I was aware of nothing but pure animal desire. Whatever Betty did to me I accepted. I had no control; I was being controlled.

Betty broke our actions abruptly and dismounted. I was dazed. Stepping onto the floor in front of me she picked up the bowl of my shit and opened a door on the inside wall of the podium. There was a group of similar bowls each in its own compartment. Betty placed my bowl in an empty space.

Turning her attention back to me, Betty said, "Douglas your training is going very well. You've accepted shit far sooner than I expected. This is good."

While she was speaking, Betty started to place straps onto my arms and legs; fastening them to the supports of the chair. I watched in a daze, tasting the lingering shit in my mouth; wanting more.

"The reason for these straps is to help you appreciate your surprise and to ensure it stays a surprise." Betty moved back to the shelving of bowls and removed one.

"Douglas you should enjoy this." Betty said as she scooped some shit, someone else's shit, from the bowl and squeezed it onto my cock. The feeling was incredible. The cabinet had to be heated because the shit's warmth made it feel as if it came directly from someone's asshole. She stroked my cock a few times and stopped.

"Close your eyes."

I did. I felt something slip over my head and onto my eyes. It was a blindfold. It was tight but not uncomfortable. The inside was fur lined and felt erotic although I now lost all vision.

"Meet my assistant," Betty sang. "But then again you can't see my assistant. Too bad, for my assistant is very skilled AND very handsome."

The word handsome scared me. Men are handsome, women are pretty.

"I know what you're thinking. Is my assistant a man or a woman? It's an interesting thought; which makes what's going to happen to you all the more erotic and mysterious. You must learn to transcend the visual and focus on the physical."

Betty continued, "Lust, filth, and kink are physical, Douglas. Is a sensation any better or worse because of the environment? The answer is no! Granted environment can add to the eroticism, but the sensation is simply the sensation. This you must learn so you are able to discern between various stimuli."

Betty's next phrase was unnerving.

"Finish him."

Without a response or any sound of movement, a pair of hands took hold of my cock and began stroking it. The warmth of the excrement was coaxing it harder. I tried to discern the gender of the hands but it was impossible. Their size was neutral along with their grip. There was no texture, no softness, nor roughness. The stroking and squishing made me think the hands were covered with latex gloves. The growing urge inside my balls helped me to remember my instructions....focus on the sensation.

"Use your mouth." Betty commanded calmly.

The hands were replaced instantly with the assistant's mouth. By this point I did not care or even think of gender. My mind was centered on the mouth milking my cock using their saliva and someone's shit as a lubricant. My body started to shake as my orgasm ripped the cum from my balls. The mouth kept sucking. I could feel the warm from both sources; both of which were being consumed by the assistant.

"Very good." said Betty. "Clean his intestines, make sure there's no body hair, soften his skin in the spa, and then prepare his nipples. When you are done bring him to me."

I heard Betty walking away and the sound of a door opening. Betty spoke once more, "And Douglas, please don't try to speak with my assistant or attempt to remove your blindfold once your restraints are removed. Doing so will banish you from this house forever. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mam." It was my only real option.

"Very good" came her response and the door shut.

I heard the podium's work stool move under me and then felt the non-descript hands rubbing cream into my anus. A warm cylindrical object was slid easily into my rectum and I felt a warm liquid pass into me. It felt soothing. As I started to fill, I heard Betty's voice again from a pair of speakers.

"Douglas, I can see and hear everything occurring. When you feel the need to expel, simply do so. If you haven't figured it out yet, the entire room is a toilet. Just let your urges flow."

It wasn't long after Betty's instruction the urge to expel came over me. My pushing slid the metal nozzle and tubing from inside me along with streams of waste. I heard the sounds of splashing, on the floor, on the stool as well as the distinct sound of splashing on skin. Where was the assistant and what part of their body was being degraded.

But was it degrading? If this person just sucked the cum from my shit covered cock, then my expulsion was more than likely desirable. The thought made me push a bit harder; for their pleasure.

The cleansing process was repeated three more times. I knew we were done when Betty's voice broke the silence.

"My assistant will now remove your bindings. Steps with handrails will be positioned in front of you. Bring your feet together and place them onto the front step. You will then reach out for the handrails and stand. There will be four steps down."

While my instructions were being announced, I felt the straps being removed. I made no attempt to remove my blindfold as Betty's warning was crystal clear. I heard what had to be the steps being positioned. I moved my feet and the steps were there. The handrails were at my reach. I stood and descended the four steps.

"In front of you is a table. Lie down upon it on your stomach." continued the instructions.

Reaching out in my blindness, I felt the table and moved upon it.

"You will now begin the process of outer body cleansing. This is a combination of an exfoliating scrub, massage and hair removal. During this process three small balls will be inserted into you anally. One is to help rebuild the mucus lining of your intestines. Another is a vitamin and mineral supplement. The third is a combination of herbs to enhance the feelings of lust and desire as well as to produce better tasting excrement. Once the balls have been inserted, you are to roll onto your back. The balls will dissolve and be absorbed while the front of your body is cleansed."

The table was wheeled to another section of the room. I heard valves being opened and felt soothing warm water flushing my back. Warm and soothing creams with grit like material were applied and massaged into my body. It was heavenly. I wasn't thinking of the assistant at all; only the sensual feeling of the pampering taking place.




The Weather Girl Ch. 05



When attention turned to my buttocks, I started thinking about the balls. My anus was scrubbed and massaged and I could feel the first ball being pressed into it. It was pushed into the rectum with a finger. I did notice the fingered seem to linger a bit longer than necessary in my channel as it massaged its way out of my body. The second and third balls were inserted in the same manner.

Flipping to my stomach, the front of my body received the same attention. When the assistant cleaned my groin area, the sensations seemed to a bit more charged. As my nipples were massaged, I knew the herbs were having an effect because I wanted my nipples to be played with forever. My mind was screaming for more. A final spray of water removed any residues and Betty's voice filled my head.

"You will now be taken to the bath. When the table stops, you are to sit up and move your feet to the left side of the table. Let them find the floor. Stand and use your right hand to find the top of a handrail. This will lead you down three steps and into the waters. Take two steps forward and sit down. You will then stretch out and allow your body to float to side of the spa. A special headrest will be placed under your neck and head. You are then to float back into the center, leaving your arms and legs outstretched. You will feel suspended. Sounds will be piped into the room and various aromas will fill your senses. Drift, relax and enjoy."

The table was then moved. When it stopped I did as instructed. I sat up, moved my legs to the left, found the floor, stood, and reached for the handrail. It was there. I followed the rest of the instructions and was treated to wonderful sensations of sounds and scents. I heard birds, soft harps and gentle rain. I smelled vanillas, roses and fresh cut grass. I was never so relaxed in all of my life. It was heaven.

As I drifted, the water level seemed to be lowering. I felt my legs touch bottom and then my buttocks. Betty's next message confirmed my feelings.

"The bath is being drained. Allow your body to rest on the bottom. Do not move. My assistant will begin to dry you with warm towels. When you hear a chime ring, slowly raise yourself to a standing position. The rest of your body will then be dried. Another chime will be your cue to take two steps forward and your left hand will find the handrail. Take the three steps up and you will feel another table. Pull yourself onto it and lay on your stomach. You will then be taken for final preparation."

On cue, a large fluffy warm towel was placed onto my torso and lovingly pressed, patted and moved around to absorb any remaining water. The process was womb like. I felt relaxed and safe. All of my feelings were inward as I enjoyed the pampering. My bliss was interrupted by the chime and I needed to make myself aware of my surroundings. I pulled myself to a standing position and the drying continued in the same manner. 

After the next chime I made my way up the stairs and onto the table. I was then wheeled to another section of the room. When the table stopped, a gentle heat radiated onto my body as if I were under a warmer of some type. I could smell the delicate scent of powder and feel its snow like contact with my skin. The powder was then massaged over my body with a soft fur. Again, heaven.

"Douglas, please roll over," were the instructions breaking the silence. "This will be the final stage of your preparation. My assistant will powder your front. Extra attention will be spent preparing your genitals as well as your nipples. When finished, the table will be brought into a sitting position and your hair will be groomed. Upon completion, you will hear a chime. You may then remove your blindfold."

Moving to my back, the familiar feel of powder soon graced my body and the ensuing massage began. My genitals were massaged with fur for a long time bringing blood and life into them. I wasn't hard, but my cock felt fuller and thicker than before. It felt like it grew. I could feel its weight. I felt erotic and sensual.

After my nipples were massaged, the feel of a small brush began to circle them. It was spreading a cream like substance around the areolas and onto the bud itself. This continued for a few minutes and it went back and forth between my two breasts. Numerous applications of the cream were applied and my skin seemed to absorb it all. A tingling sensation was developing deep in my chest tissue. It felt as all the nerves on my nipples connected into one single root. It was incredible. I wanted my nipples to be pulled and sucked upon. I wanted teeth to be biting their flesh. My tits were becoming centers of desire: the more cream, the stronger the feeling. As the brush moved over the buds, they felt thicker and longer. I was in lust. Ironically, my cock did not become hard, just thicker and fuller. When the brushing stopped, my nipples remained in a state of desire.

A low hum of a motor sounded and the table started to recline into a chair like position. I could feel the section near my head lowering. When the motor stopped, a brush was run through my hair a number of times. I wasn't sure if it was being styled or just combed. It didn't really matter as I had no choice.

Then there was still silence and the chime.

I removed the blindfold only to find the room barely illuminated. I glanced around and saw the maze of centers recently visited, but nothing else. There was no assistant.

The lights gradually increased to a pleasant level and I heard Betty's voice. "Yes Douglas, you are alone. You are to come back into the bedroom now so we can fit you with panties. And please bring two glasses of nectar; your choice of wine and strength. Please hurry. I can't wait to caress your smooth and sensuous body."

Looking at the wine humidor, I smiled and rose from the chair. "Full strength," I thought as I made my way across the room. 

I couldn't wait either; my body was ready.

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To be continued... Let me know what you think. 



The Weather Girl Ch. 06



The following is a continuation of the Weather Girl Saga. Part 5 has Douglass being prepared by Betty for the undertaking of his new persona. The first part of this chapter is the last part of Chapter 5 which should help the flow into Ch 6.

Enjoy and please keep your votes and feedback cumming (sorry...cheap humor)

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Douglas, please roll over," were the instructions breaking the silence. "This will be the final stage of your preparation. My assistant will powder your front. Extra attention will be spent preparing your genitals as well as your nipples. When finished, the table will be brought into a sitting position and your hair will be groomed. Upon completion, you will hear a chime. You may then remove your blindfold."

Moving to my back, the familiar feel of powder soon graced my body and the ensuing massage began. My genitals were massaged with fur for a long time bringing blood and life into them. I wasn't hard, but my cock felt fuller and thicker than before. It felt like it grew. I could feel its weight. I felt erotic and sensual.

After my nipples were massaged, the feel of a small brush began to circle them. It was spreading a cream like substance around the areolas and onto the bud itself. This continued for a few minutes and it went back and forth between my two breasts. Numerous applications of the cream were applied and my skin seemed to absorb it all. A tingling sensation was developing deep in my chest tissue. It felt as all the nerves on my nipples connected into one single root. It was incredible. I wanted my nipples to be pulled and sucked upon. I wanted teeth to be biting their flesh. My tits were becoming centers of desire: the more cream, the stronger the feeling. As the brush moved over the buds, they felt thicker and longer. I was in lust. Ironically, my cock did not become hard, just thicker and fuller. When the brushing stopped, my nipples remained in a state of desire.

A low hum of a motor sounded and the table started to recline into a chair like position. I could feel the section near my head lowering. When the motor stopped, a brush was run through my hair a number of times. I wasn't sure if it was being styled or just combed. It didn't really matter as I had no choice.

Then there was still silence and the chime.

I removed the blindfold only to find the room barely illuminated. I glanced around and saw the maze of centers recently visited, but nothing else. There was no assistant.

The lights gradually increased to a pleasant level and I heard Betty's voice. "Yes Douglas, you are alone. You are to come back into the bedroom now so we can fit you with panties. And please bring a glass of nectar; your choice of wine and strength. Please hurry. I can't wait to caress your smooth and sensuous body."

Looking at the wine humidor, I smiled and rose from the chair. "Full strength," I thought as I made my way across the humidor.

I couldn't wait either; my body was ready.

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I exited the bath through the same door I entered along with the glass of nectar in hand. The room was still illuminated by the candles. Betty was naked sitting in the chair at the end of the bed. She looked like a queen upon her throne with her arms resting on those of the chair and her legs crossed seductively.

Betty looked like Cleopatra. Thick, dark eyes with the liner extending well past the normal stopping point. Heavy blues filled in the rest of the area. A deep rose glossed her lips. Her hair had the Egyptian look; bangs straight across her forehead quickly falling to a straight cut around the rest of her head. I wasn't sure if it was a wig or natural but regardless, she was a queen.

A smooth motion of her hand ordered me to approach her. As I did a long red taloned finger motioned me to my knees in front of her. I moved to the position and felt aroused in my subservience. My buttocks were resting on my heels. For the first time I noticed my smooth cock. It was longer and thicker than I ever saw it before. It was as if the preparation had included a transplant. As I gazed at Betty's breast, my new penis began to fill and grow. Her nipples were plump and puffy and adorned with a deep red coloring. The contrast to her milky white body was hypnotic.

"The wine Douglas" Betty said calmly. Her gaze did not break from my eyes as I extended the nectar to her. Bringing the glass to her mouth, she remaining transfixed as she sipped her essence. She smiled after the taste and said, "Full concentration, very good." 

Betty took her glass and turned the lip stains towards me. "Sip," she said. "Place your lips upon my mark and sip as I did, for you are to gain the essence of my lust." Her words were so erotic.

My cock responded by thickening and hardening more. My nipples stirred as I felt the gloss from her lips on the glass and savored the nectar of this goddess. After my sip, Betty placed the glass on the table next to her and sat forward. As she did she uncrossed and spread her legs. 

Her pussy was bare and exposed. Her lips were full and glistening with her own cream. Betty took one of her fingers and slid it along her slit. With her gaze still locked with mine, she placed her wet finger onto my lips and I slowly licked her moisture from her finger.

Betty rose and moved to the low chest of drawers at the end of the bed and took the first pair of panties into her hands. She spoke as she unfolded them.

"Panties are a symbol of oneself. Their color tells of the mood and desires of the wearer. For example, the white of these panties means you are pure and innocent. White portrays goodness and virginity. Even though you are none of these, it does not mean you cannot wear them. They just need to worn at the right time; say at tomorrow's meeting with Sonya."

Betty smiled and lightly glided the panties around my neck and face. She dangled them across my cock as she proceeded with her explanation.

"Your relationship is still pure and innocent. She thinks of you as good and to her you are still a virgin. She hasn't fucked you yet so white symbolizes your virginal start." 

Betty placed them back on the chest and took a pink pair. Squatting in front of me, Betty sensuously massaged my nipples with this pair. She leaned into me and spoke into my ear in a slow and husky voice.

"Pink means friendship, romance and love. They also symbolize your passiveness to others' desires." Her breath was warm as her words entered me. A slight flick of her tongue on my lobe followed by a gentle bite sent shivers through my body and into my hard flesh. My cock jumped when she bit.

She repeated this process for every pair and explained each of their meanings.

"Light red moves the mood towards passion and sexuality. Reddish orange shows desire, aggression and a thirst for action. Purple tells of mystery, lust and power."

Betty hesitated as she took the black ones in her hands. Rising, she started to fondle this pair. They were latex briefs with a hole for ones cock and balls along with a hole for entry into ones ass. Betty's eyes glazed and she brought the pants to her face. She inhaled their unique aroma and rubbed her face savoring the feel. She massaged her breast with them and moved the panties towards her crotch. With both hands she rubbed her pussy with the latex briefs.

Looking at me with want and desire, Betty continued her explanation.

"Black is the ultimate symbol of power and mystery. You shall never wear black panties without my explicit instructions and then they must always be latex. This pair will soon be yours; but first you must earn them."

In a commanding voice, Betty ordered, "Get up and get over to the bed now. Lie on your back in the middle with your legs spread and arms extended over your head."

I moved to the rubberized surface and did as instructed. The surface had a thin layer of lubricant which allowed me to move smoothly to my position.

Betty approached the bed with the rubber flogger taken from on top of the chest.

"Impurities must be eliminated before purity can begin." The latex straps stung my nipples as her words rolled from her tongue. "Filthy man, filthy man., filthy man,.." Every time Betty uttered "filthy" the laces of the flogger struck my torso and sending the sting of pain into my body to purify.

I could see all from the mirror above the bed. Strap marks were beginning to adorn my body. The stings were starting to become pleasure. My cock was stiffening and I was getting into the vision above me. Although I knew it was me being flogged, the scene was surreal.

From Betty's actions it was becoming clear she was entering into a state and was detaching herself from me. I was becoming an object. An object which needed to be beaten and molded into something desired deep within her mind. Douglas did not exist.

Suddenly Betty climbed onto the bed and straddled my torso. She dropped the flogger next to the bed and commanded, "Complete me." Betty lowered herself to her knees; one on either side of my neck. Her hands moved to her pussy and she parted her lips to expose her wet, moist box. "Stick your tongue out," Betty ordered.

As I extended the flesh from my mouth, Betty glided her box up its length and then lifted it off as her clit ground into my nose. She continued this process over and over. Each upward glide became harder and her juices thicker. Each grind into my nose was longer and more powerful. Betty was moaning and approaching an orgasm. 

Without an explanation, Betty's movements stopped.

Betty turned her body so her ass was inches from my face. "Stick your tongue into my asshole and make me cum."

Her ass found my mouth and my tongue found her bud. As I licked her hole, I could feel her sphincter open and shut on my tongue. I could tell by her movements she was masturbating as I ate her hole.

"Yes, yes, fuck yes," she cried and the first wave of ecstasy shot through her. Betty pushed her ass so hard against my face, I couldn't breath. She ground her hole harder and deeper onto my tongue. Betty's fingers moved faster and faster across her clit. With a loud moan, Betty flooded my neck and chest. I wasn't sure if it was cum or piss; but whatever it was sent Betty into uncontrollable shakes.

Betty started to mumble incoherent phrases and rolled off me and onto her back next to me on the bed. Her hands were still moving over her body. Her nails launched an attack on her nipples. She dug her talons in and started to twist and pull them.

Her eyes were rolling around and her mouth kept uttering sexual profanities. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard. Hurt me. Pound my cunt with cock."

Without hesitation, I moved into position. I pushed Betty's legs up so the back of her knees were on my shoulders. With one thrust I entered soaked pussy her and started to drive into her with all my might. Betty grunted and kept saying "Harder, deeper, hurt me."

I was fucking Betty so hard I was sweating. Betty was in another world. I don't think she even knew who was fucking her. What was catching my attention was my ability to keep going. Usually I don't last long during intercourse. But then again, this wasn't intercourse; it was a fucking poundingd.

As I was staring into her eyes searching for Betty's state of mind, her eyes suddenly locked onto mine and became huge. Her mouth shot open as if to scream but nothing came out. It seemed a bit scary but before I could react, Betty grabbed my nipples.

Pow! Pure pleasure ran through me. I couldn't believe how puffy my areolas had become. But now all I wanted was for Betty to pull and twist them just as she had done to herself. She did as I desired and started to scream, "Now, shoot the cum from your filthy fucking cock deep into in my cunt! Shoot the last of your impurities! Earn your place you fucking pig!"

On command, my testicles launched all they had into Betty's box.

We both cried and shook as our orgasms ripped through us.

I collapsed and rolled off Betty.

Neither of us moved for quite awhile. 

Betty finally broke the spell and said, "You are now ready to meet Sonya. Tomorrow you will go to her wearing panties along with the welts proving you earned the right to wear them."

She rose from the bed and moved towards the door. She was going somewhere. Before she left, Betty turned to me and said, "Douglas, tomorrow you are going to begin what I think will be an interesting phase in your life. You are meeting a person your own age. You will test each other for compatibility. If things go as I suspect, you will become lovers. Because of this, you don't need me interfering with your thoughts for awhile."

I sat up and stared at her in disbelief. Was Betty going to discard me? Where was she going with this?

"The bottom line is I am removing myself from your life until I think it is time to re-enter. Trust me, I will know what is going on in your life and I will re-enter it at the appropriate time. Until then, you are not to contact me under any circumstances. I know how to contact you. And when I do, don't try to pull the same bullshit you did this morning."

I was stunned. A myriad of thoughts ran through my mind. I tried to speak, but Betty merely continued.

"I know you are confused. You should be. The best, hottest and kinkiest piece of ass you ever experienced has just pulled the plug on you. Therein lies my point. You must make a life for yourself."

"Douglas, this doesn't mean goodbye. It just means goodbye for now. In time you will understand. Now get dressed and I'll meet you by the front door." 

Betty turned and left the room.

I sat there for a minute or two and then looked around the room for my clothes. I found them folded and placed on a chair near the door. The only difference was a pink pair of panties sitting on top. I dressed somberly. The only highlight was the panties. They did feel very good and I did feel very passive. Betty was right about what the color symbolized. Once my shoes were one, I walked from her room and down the stairs to the front door.

Betty was waiting at the bottom with my packages from the day. She wore a bathrobe and her look was back to normal. Betty greeted me with a sweet kiss on the cheek and handed me a rather large gift box.

"Douglas, I took the liberty of packing your special things in this box. I also put a few bottles of my finest wine in for you to savor. Enjoy tomorrow and until we meet again."

Betty opened her robe and moved her hand to her pussy. She bent slightly at the knees and snaked a finger into her cunt. She removed it and I could see it was coated with our cum. Looking me in the eyes, she placed the finger in her mouth and sucked the juices from it. Betty then moved her mouth to mine and kissed me deeply snowballing the cum into my mouth. Out tongues swirled, but Betty broke the kiss before I could return the nectars. It was mine to swallow.

Betty opened the door and said, "Until we again, my love, remember, I am far from done with you. You have so much to learn and I have so much to teach. All in due time. "

I took my packages, the box and the remnants of our nectar and stepped out into the night. I heard the door close behind me. For some reason, I didn't look back. There was my car exactly where I parked it hours ago, although it seemed like days. I found my keys, opened it and placed my packages in the back seat.

Climbing into the driver's seat, I buckled up, put the keys in the ignition and started my car. Pulling the shifter into drive, I started to pull away. But I needed to take one more look back.

As I turned my head for a final look, Betty stood in the window naked. One hand was tearing at her nipples while the other was pounding her cunt. Written on the window above her in red lipstick was the word 'SLUT." I nearly wrecked my car as I pulled out of her driveway.

The ride home was silent. No radio just my thoughts. My nipples were tingling; my cock was thicker; the welts sent reminders; the panties snugged, and my thoughts raced through the last couple of hours. Did all this really happen?

Did I really see Betty ride a Sybian in a shit covered masturbating frenzy? Did she catch me lying about watching her? Did she slap me? Did she make me eat her pussy over and over? Did she fuck me and make me lick my own cum from her cunt? Did her wine really contain her piss? 

The stings on my body and the flavors in my mouth said "Yes. All this did happen."

Pulling into my garage, I realized I didn't remember a thing about the drive home. For all I know, I could have run every stop sign and red light between Betty's place and mine. I gathered my packages from the car and entered my condo through the door attached to the kitchen. As I turned on the lights to my place, I hit the garage remote and watched as the door closed. Ironically it felt like it was closing on a chapter in my life.

Walking in, I placed the packages on the kitchen table. Opening the box from Betty, I found dozens of panties in various cuts and colors. I felt a surge of lust as I pulled out the lone pair of latex undies. A post-it note attached read..."Remember what I said!" How would I ever forget?

Also in the box were six bottles of wine. I looked at the labels and all had a small inscription added, "Full Strength." God, I was going to miss her. The bottles were placed in the refrigerator. They will be savored and enjoyed. 

The last item removed was the tape, conversion chart and the paper with Sonya's phone number and the web site she wanted me to visit. A slight smile came to face as I thought back to this very afternoon. So much had transpired it seemed like weeks. We will meet tomorrow. I have to call her in the morning to arrange a time.

Looking at clock, I couldn't believe it was only 11pm. A sluttish thought entered my mind. If I hustle and get ready for bed, I can catch Betty doing the weather. Leaving everything on the table, I went upstairs.

In the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror. The welts from Betty's flogging were still there but lessening in intensity. My areolas did seem a bit puffy and my nipples were tight little buds. My hairless body wore the panties well and I felt myself thicken from desire. I quickly brushed and headed to bed.

Grabbing the remote, I turned on the tube and entered Betty's channel. Just in time! The announcer was saying, "And now the weather with our own Betty Bucher."

Betty looked fantastic and I wondered what she was wearing under her clothes? Was my cum still in her? She moved with style and grace. Setting the sleep timer for 30 minutes, I set the remote on the nightstand and opened the top drawer. I removed the rag I stole from Betty the night before and brought it to my face. The smell was intoxicating and I decided to fill it with my cum again.

To be continued...