0 comments/ 15983 views/ 1 favorites When Sara Met Bob Ch. 01 By: yellowfrog PART I: Sara meets Bob "Sara. That's a pretty name," the gentleman sitting next to me said. I smiled and said nothing. It was not a big deal: my name was on the business card affixed to my laptop. It would be a long airplane ride and the last thing I wanted was a chatty seat mate on a red-eye. He continued to smile very nicely and without prompting continued, "My name is Bob." Again I smiled and said nothing, preferring my e-book to his company. From the corner of my eye I could see Bob was staring at me. Well, not really AT me but rather INTO me. Glancing down I realized my blouse was unbuttoned one button more than necessary. My beige lace bra was clearly visible! (Not that there is that much to see: I am a 32-A.) Still, I suddenly became self-conscious that Bob was staring INTO my blouse - and most likely did not even realize he was staring. A strange realization came over me. My instinct since the onset of puberty had been to quickly re-button my blouse, or at the very least, to turn away from him. Instead, his manners inspired confidence. It felt deliciously sensual to be admired by a total stranger, in a confined area, and for what was to be a very long period of time. I know I must have smiled inwardly: without looking up I could see from the corner of my eye Bob too smiled. I continued to read my e-book. There was no harm letting Bob stare into my blouse, and furthermore my silence and aloofness while he stared gave me a warm, moist feeling between my legs. The flight attendants made a final announcement, we were airborne, and soon reached cruising altitude, upon which they dimmed the cabin lights. Bob strained his eyes to look into me. From that moment on I realized Bob could flatter any woman he met just by looking at her. And I had become his prey! The cabin went totally dark; other passengers fell asleep and it felt we were alone. Delicious and flattering as Bob's staring was, I did need to get a full flight's sleep. I did something I have never ever done before. Turning to him I asked, "Bob would you like to masturbate?" His jaw dropped, his eyes popped. Without waiting for an answer, I unbuttoned my blouse, giving Bob a full, albeit in-the-dark view of my flat chest and beige lace bra. I looked down at his crotch. Bob understood. Unzipping them he pulled out his cock. Beautiful! So perfect, so smooth, even in the dark I could see the outline of his erection. My eyes motioned him to start. It was now MY turn to stare. What a master Bob was! Long, even, powerful strokes, not a motion wasted, deep up and down. Bob was looking at my face, at my hands, at my chest, through my bra seeking a glimpse of my hardened nipples. I did nothing but admire his perfect masturbation technique, perhaps smiling approvingly, but surely not taking my eyes off. How he came! Over and over and over, shooting his creamy load into midair, splashing the tabletop in front and even the head rest of the seat in front. I was so proud of Bob! Long after he finished and was softening, Bob turned to me, "Sara, and you?" I smiled as I turned away, "Bob, I had already started to cum long before you even got there!" (Which was of course true: women can do it without so much show and fuss.) I let him tuck his cute little penis back in his trousers, buttoned my blouse, raised the armrest between us, placed my head on his shoulders and slept the rest of the way. "Sara, will I see you again?" Bob asked when we landed. I laughed, explaining I was on work, that I was married, and that it had been nice to meet him. We shook hands and parted our separate ways. Except that two afternoons later I ran into Bob at the local pharmacy. One look into each other's eyes and we instantly knew. Without saying much, arm in arm we walked hurriedly to my hotel, went upstairs to my room, and stripped immediately. What a cock Bob has! Small for a man his height, perfectly smooth and hard, richly veined and deeply textured! I went to the bathroom, sitting to pee, feeling totally at ease with a total stranger starting at me while I chatted excitedly about everything and nothing in particular. Men do not like to watch women pee but Bob has always been special. He wiped me clean and we went about our pre-sleep routine: brushing our teeth, fixing my hair, etc. And finally, as I do every night before going to bed, I took out the 5 x 7 picture of Joel (my husband), Blanca (my stepdaughter), and me. Bob was not married and I immediately saw his eyes riveted to Blanca. Aged 23, she looks so cheerful and so enthusiastic. Bob was smitten by her! He looked at me. He looked down. He panicked. His erection was gone. Extremely she around women? Hmmm, I didn't think so: Bob seemed extroverted and sociable. Sexually insecure? Maybe. But I suspected something deeper. Bob was reluctant to fuck another man's wife while her husband was looking on. Frankly, I too felt a tightening of my vagina. I have never had an extra-marital affair. Maybe I was desperately wishing Bob would be my first? And only extra-marital affair? No, it was more than that. I had seen how Bob had looked at my stepdaughter and I sensed that sooner than later Bob and my stepdaughter would be married. I wanted to save myself for AFTER their wedding. I wanted to save myself for a truly incestuous relationship with my future stepson. Really, trule I wanted Bob. I needed Bob. I lusted over Bob since our flight and his masturbation for me two nights ago. (I must confess at this point that I did finger-fuck myself more times than I remember reliving that magical flight together in which Bob masturbated for me!) "Bob, sweetie, lie down, turn to your side, please." He looked at me and complied. I knelt behind his back, lubed my fingers with hand lotion, reached into his ass and found his prostate. Massaging it gently like Diane had taught me, I watched with admiration as his cock hardened again for me. Without changing temp or intensity, I kept massaging it. Bob struggled but I shushed him. Meek as a lamb, he let himself be taken. Bob offered me yet another really nice orgasm, shooting cum all over the bed. Bob turned to me, "Sara, and you?" I smiled as I turned away, "Bob, I had already started to cum long before you even got there!" I lay down next to him, spooning him and soon both of us fell sound asleep until the next morning. Without moving, without dreaming, we slept blankly. Except that upon awakening I knew and Bob knew that he would be mine. MINE and ONLY mine! When Sara Met Bob Ch. 02 PART II: Bob learns to sip Sara's pee and Sara explores his prostate. * Our first night together was one of unblemished bliss. Spooning Bob all night, I felt his breathing and his heartbeat. With the first rays of morning I knew we both had to rise and shine for the day ahead of us. Neither wanted to get up, especially not me. On the other hand, my bladder was bursting. A thought raced through my mind. "Would Bob want to? Only one way to find out," I told myself. Straddling his handsome face, sleep still in his eyes, I lowered myself to just an inch over his mouth. Parting my labia, I let out a tiny trickle. Bob took to it immediately. He sipped those first, few droplets of my morning pee! A bit more daring, I let out a little more. Again, Bob sipped my pee perfectly. Lifting his head with my hand I placed his mouth over my labia. A pause, a deep sigh, a smile and I let out my torrent. Bob sipped and gulped and swallowed! All of it! Every single last drop of my pee flow into his mouth, without missing a drop! We both laughed and rose to shower together. I watched him pee, so handsome and so totally self-conscious. My husband never ever watched me pee, always finding a reason to get out of the bathroom when I went in. And he always closed the door whenever he went in. Yet here was Bob, a stranger up until a few days ago, eagerly sipping my pee - all of it - and let me watch his. What a real gentleman! From that day on Bob and I met fairly regularly. Invariably when we would step into a hotel room, I would strip and Bob would drink my pee. I taught him just how to part my labia without touching anything else, just enough to let it flow easily. Once or twice his tongue tried to lick me but he quickly found I really do not have a clit to speak of - or at least that mine is a tiny clittie, too shy and reclusive and hidden deep within its protective hood. Besides Bob realized that's not what I wanted. What I really wanted was Bob's prostate. And that was exactly what I got! We would meet quite often now, and he knew to always come prepared with a vial of anal lube. After peeing in his mouth we were relaxed and at ease, finding new and wonderful ways to massage his prostate. At times, Bob would be on all fours on the bed, where I could easily reach into his ass and feel my way around until I found it. My slow massages were always accompanied by easy-flowing conversation. Bob enjoyed having my picture with Joel and Blanca in front of him, asking me a lot about my stepdaughter, and a lot more than necessary about my own marital secrets. Which of course I shared openly with him. On all fours gave me very good access and with time I learned - mostly from talking with Diane from time to time - how to make the most of it. I could insert both thumbs at once, playing with his prostate like a Blackberry keypad, freeing the rest of the fingers on both hands to fondle his testicles. As hard as I wanted, too, since Bob was practically immobile. Or Bob would lie on his back, legs wide open and his ankles on my shoulders, allowing me nice pressure and penetration while at the same time freeing my other hand to tweak his nipples every so often. I love to watch his lovely penis throbbing in midair, untouched for weeks and weeks, just throbbing so hard for me! Just when I decide it's time, a deep, constant, even gripping of his prostate deep from within and I can make Bob ejaculate. Just like that! I learned how to propel his cum even harder than accustomed so that when I was kneeling between his legs, his ankles on my shoulders, his cum would almost reach my nipples. If he was on his side, it would shoot past the bed and almost to the window. Bob was learning how to shoot hard. And how to cum without even touching his lovely penis. Ever! Again and again, after his climax and when he'd return to his senses he'd ask, "And you, Sara?" Again and again I'd laugh, "Sweetie, I was cumming long before you started and went on throughout yours!" I'd push him back, straddle his handsome face and pee in his mouth. My warm pee now tasting sweeter and cleaner told him all he needed that I had already cum for him, too. From that day Bob and I started dating. Actually dating, going out places together, arm in arm, having fun. We'd go to dinner, we'd go dancing to shemale and transvestite bars, we'd go for long runs in the park. In short we'd do everything normal couples having an affair do while out of town. We'd go shopping together, often ending up at the adult toy shop. When I told the salesgirl that both Bob and I were still anal virgins, she guided us with patience, showing us different anal dildos, attachments, and objects we could share. Bob wanted a way whereby I could fuck him with a strap-on while I sucked on him at the same time. The salesgirl smiled and pointed out it might work better if there was someone else involved. Bob loved the idea. He is so easy to please! We decided we were not quite ready to purchase anything major, but she insisted on giving us a matching set of nipple clips to further bring us closer together. How could I best describe the perfect beauty of his lovely penis? In my eyes, his tool is slim yet very long, swaying slightly in excitement, with a big red bulb head at the end. The fleshly dark slit is pulsing with the swaying motion that is eager to be violated, leading to the inner most hot spot, the prostate. following the long stem, a bulging blue vein winds around the shaft, ending up hiding in curly hair with two big balls hanging there in textured bag. A few times Bob did come to see me and he met my husband. They hit it off immediately, mostly because my husband was impressed with Bob's outgoing personality. My stepdaughter Blanca was captivated with his personality as well as his looks. He is not tall, about 5'8, however, he appears much taller, likely because his body is well structured. He appears to be thin in suit. But once he takes of his clothes, revealing bulging muscles around, big arms, thick chest and back, flat six-pack and lean but strong legs. It was apparent Blanca and Bob were falling hopelessly in love. The best I could do was to take full advantage of Bob before she'd take over. During one of Bob's visits I set up an appointment with my gynecologist. Dr. Gayle and I go back many years and over time I've come to see her about my health, my stepdaughter's health, occasionally about Joel's issues and yes, to talk openly about sexual issues any of the three of us were having. We met in her office, Bob got on the examination table, legs on the stirrups, and raised up high and wide apart. While the nurse prepped him, Bob and I told Dr. Gayle about his prostate massages and of course how that was the ONLY way he was experiencing ALL his climaxes. Dr. Gayle smiled approvingly: milking a prostate was the surest way to prevent most types of modern diseases. And with that, she sat in front of him, between his legs, bright light shining, medical devices in hand. The nurse swabbed his constant pre-cum while Dr. Gayle examined the depths of his ass. She suggested a new, still-experimental treatment, which I accepted immediately. Bob tried to protest but he was already strapped down. With the attending nurse still dabbing his golden pre-cum, Dr. Gayle expanded and dilated his ass wide open, laying out perfectly exposed his prostate. Click, click, click. Twelve clicks. Twelve yelps from Bob. Twelve times the nurse dabbed his pre-cum. Twelve times I stared in disbelief. And there it was! Dr. Gayle had studded his prostate with twelve tiny, solid gold micro-devices. All were micro-electronically linked to a tiny remote control that fit easily into a locket on a bracelet I would wear for years to come. All I need to do was to press it in certain ways to get the stimulation I felt Bob needed for proper milking. The choices were many. I could set it on Constant to stimulate his prostate on a constant level, neither achieving climax nor letting down Bob's erection. I could set it on Wild to stimulate it wildly, guaranteeing a climax in 60 seconds or less (usually MUCH less). I could set it on Random and there would be no way either Bob or I could figure out when and how he would climax. Or not. I could set it on Prevent and it would keep his erection strong and hard yet no matter how hard he or his future wife tried, there was no way he'd be able to ejaculate. The ultimate-orgasm-denial mode. I could set it to Flaccid and no matter what was going on, his lovely penis would simply taper off and get all soft on me. Bob and I played with all these modes in all their variations, in public and private settings, in transvestite bars and lesbian lounges, at the movies and during walks in the park. I played with his ass and massaged his prostate either deep inside with my fingers or simply with the remote from afar. My choice. I had the ultimate control over his prostate and hence his climaxes. And since the micro-devices were deeply imbedded INTO his prostate, there was nothing Bob could do about it! Now I had Bob to myself, my lovely anal whore into whose mouth I would eagerly pee, sighing deep and smiling as it flowed out of me and into his mouth. I would watch his lovely penis throbbing for me, never touching it, always certain I could make it squirt if and when I wanted. One afternoon I tried something interesting. I'd been working out and felt my muscles all sore. Bob ran out to the pharmacy and got me a tube of sports ointment. The deep penetrating heat felt good. Really good. So good I felt selfish not sharing. I sent Bob back out for ice cubes. Upon his return, I peed nicely into his mouth and had him on all fours. Rubbing an ice cube deep into his ass I made sure to give it a lot of time to cool off his prostate. And then another ice cube to numb it completely. And a third ice cube to make certain its numbness would last a long time. While Bob was on all fours talking about my stepdaughter and how he was starting to date her, I applied lots of sports ointment on my fingers and generously massaged his prostate with the ointment. Of course he didn't feel anything because it was numb. The clean, fresh smell was so delicious! We got dressed and went out to a transvestite bar for drinks. THAT is when the numbness started to wear off! Just as Bob was standing there, chatting with two lovely shemales, the numbness wore off and the ointment's deep heat started to heat up his prostate! I was sitting at the other end of the bar, all alone, having a drink and minding my business, watching Bob my anal whore going through intense anal hell. He looked so handsome! I activated the mini remote. The shemales had no idea what, why nor how, only that they had a raging bull right between the two of them. One got in front and started to stroke Bob's lovely penis while the other stood behind and smothered Bob from head to toe in powerful caresses. It was so perfect! I put the remote on Wild, forcing Bob to ejaculate right then and there, an incessant stream of cum going on and on and on. The shemales knew something special had just happened. they just didn't know what. I got up and walked over to the three of them. Bob looked like he's gone to heaven - and stayed there. In my finest accent and as seductively as possible I spoke to Bob so the others could hear, "Darling, I need to go home to pee. Please thank the girls for a nice evening, give each a kiss, and get their numbers. And let's go, honey." Bob just froze there. A quick flick of the remote and it went into Turbo Wild. Bob knew he had to comply. Or else his prostate would explode. He did as directed, a full-mouth kiss to each of the shemales and and promised to date again very soon. It was the start of a very long, intimate relationship the three would have - for many years to come. We walked out hand in hand. "Bob, sweetie, I am so proud of you, darling!" We laughed, ran to our hotel, stripped, I peed into him, and gave him the massage of his life, milking his lovely penis in ways no other man had ever felt before! In short, Bob had become my anal whore... and I love him! When Sara Met Bob Ch. 03 It is a standing joke at all nail salons. A woman that has nine long fingernails and one trimmed short is for-sure into prostate massaging her husband. I decided to go one step further. I went and enrolled Bob at the local community college in a six-week course for manicure and pedicure. from that day on, Bob and only Bob manicured my nails. After peeing in his mouth, we'd sit - both totally naked, of course - and chat while Bob did my nails. It was always perfect. After all, one or more of my fingers would be entering his tight ass and massaging his prostate. It was in Bob's best interest that my nails always be short and smooth. By now Bob and my stepdaughter were dating seriously so most of our time was devoted to talking about mother-daughter intimacies and about what to expect sexually from married life. Since it was my first and Joel's third marriage, there was little I could offer in terms of pregnancy care: I cannot have children. But there are things a woman can do to keep her husband aroused. And there are things a man does to subdue a woman's libido, so she has to look elsewhere. My thoughts drifted. "Sara, is this fine?" I heard Bob say. I looked up and realized I had been staring at his lovely penis, throbbing wildly. I had observed his tiny pee hole dilate with desire, pre-cum flowing easily. Bob had been doing my nails all along. "Bob, sweetie, please trim this one really short and extra-smooth," raising my left pinky. Bob complied, even though it was already short and smooth enough. I had him lie on his back, legs wide apart and raised up high, ankles on my shoulders. For the first time in our entire affair, I started to touch his lovely penis. The first time ever. Just the tip. Only with my left pinky. And whispering over and over again, "MY little pussy wants to get fucked. And YOUR little pussy wants to get fucked. And MY little pussy wants to get fucked. And YOUR little pussy wants to get fucked. And MY little pussy wants to get fucked. And YOUR little pussy wants to get fucked. With every line, the tip of my left pinky would press onto his tiny, cute pee hole. Just teasing it. Pressing and teasing; pressing and teasing. Pressing and teasing while repeating the lines. Bob was strangely quiet. And motionless. His pupils were dilating. He even seemed to stop breathing. Reminded me of my first date at the movies when the boy first put his arm around my shoulder and reached into my training bra and I froze solid. Bob was just as frozen solid. Only his pre-cum flow told me he was very much alive. And MY little pussy wants to get fucked. And YOUR little pussy wants to get fucked. Without warning nor a moment's hesitation I pushed my left pinky INTO his pee hole. And it opened up for me! Just like that! I was inside his pee hole! Bob, I love you so much, darling! He was shocked. I was shocked. He didn't know what happened. I didn't knowhow it happened. I helped him raise his head a bit so he could see my pinky inside his pee hole! It felt so good! Tight and wet and firm and smooth and slippery! For the better part of an hour I finger-fucked Bob's pee hole in every imaginable way. Shallow penetrations, long penetrations, deep movements, easy movements, everything and every way we could think of. More than once I sensed he wanted to cum but I was not quite ready yet. The mini remote on my wrist worked perfectly. I set it to Prevent mode and went on and on and on finger fucking his gorgeous pee hole! I had to pee and did not want to lose my place. Without taking out my pinky, I swung around, placed myself over his mouth, and peed all I had, my pinky still inside his pee hole. The nicest pee I remember ever having! All good things must come to an end if we want them to happen again. Without telling him, I flicked the mini remote to Turbo Wild. Bob's body entered massive convulsions and contractions! From the depths of his ass his prostate was commanding a major, big-time, out-of-this-world orgasm! And my pinky was all the way in to the hilt into his urethra! Plugging it up! I let my pinky out about a tenth of an inch. What an explosion! Even though I was squatting upright and he was lying down, his torrent went way over my head! And how much! Gobs and gobs and gobs of cum all over the place! While he panted I scooped up some of them and slipped them into his mouth. Men usually do not appreciate the delicacy of their cum but on this occasion Bob knew he had put on a masterful performance. I lay down next to him. Cradling his still-shaking body I held him close, his handsome face upon my chest, his mouth barely starting to nibble on my tiny, rock-hard nipple before he collapsed from sheer exhaustion. I let him fall asleep. Gently extricating myself from his grip, I tiptoed across the room to tell Joel I would not be home tonight, explaining briefly what I'd just done for MY pleasure with Bob. And then... I picked up the phone again. Only this time to call Bob's two shemale friends. My stepdaughter Blanca would have to wait. There was much more to Bob before he could resume courting her to woo her and wed my stepdaughter. When Sara Met Bob Ch. 04 PART IV: Sara sculpts Bob's lovely penis Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and Sara derived ever-growing joys from milking Bob's prostate. The implanted micro-devices gave Sara the ability to massage his prostate remotely, be it from a distance in the same room, to the other end of the bar at the shemales saloon they frequented often, and even over WiFi when either Bob or Sara were traveling away from each other. Of course, for Sara the most enjoyable pleasure came from actually fingering his ass, finding his prostate, and massaging it intensely. There was a feeling of intimacy, of mutual attraction when Bob would spread wide open and Sara would slip in a finger or two to stimulate him. It was all very secret, Sara being happily married. And Bob was falling in love with Sara's grown daughter, already out of college and working for a prestigious firm. Sara and Bob went to shemale bars regularly and a few times sat together, arm in arm, watching one or another reach in deep into the other's ass. Bob was intrigued and really wanted it. He really wanted Sara and Sara and her daughter both fisting his ass. Sara would laugh, pointing out she really wanted to keep Bob's ass tight ("very tight") for his First Night, the night he would yield his anal virginity to "someone special". When it was obvious Bob was at his wit's end, Sara would enjoy herself by fingering Bob's ass with both thumbs, opening it up wider than usual. Bob's shemale girlfriends would come close to look inside, prostate clearly visible, often quivering from the micro devices. This would greatly excite the shemales and soon one or the other or both at the same time would be masturbating and squirting their cum into Bob's ass. Sara loved watching it so much! Sara would hold his ass open until the shemales had finished, and then keeping Bob lying down for a while to let their cum seep deep into his ass. Throughout the rest of the evening Bob would feel that delicious sensation so deliciously familiar to all women that enjoy deep anal sex: the slow oozing out of the males' thick and sticky semen over the course of the night. Sara was getting restless. True, Bob had found his new life, one of deep, intense prostate massages and non-touch orgasms. But Sara wanted more. After all, as she often would say while fingering his ass, she was a happily married woman. What she was after with Bob was wild sex. Pure and simple. Plus, she had an obsession with Bob's lovely penis. Again, pure and simple. Bob would share with Sara pictures of men's cocks tormented by women and Sara would see how Bob's erection would get harder with them. Sara wanted to "do something" to his cock. Something that he would remember her by for the rest of his life. Sara took Bob to a super-high-tech studio. The owner, a Scottish lady with fluffy red hair and deep blue eyes, listened to Sara's presentation of what she wanted. After an hour of listening and asking questions, the lady finally accepted, "It has never been done before, but if anyone in the world can do it, it's me." And with that, Bob hopped onto the modeling table, stripped completely and lay back. Sara started to activate the prostate micro devices in precise sequences. Bob's lovely cock rose and hardened and remained erect throughout, throbbing incessantly, aching with desire, knowing no release would be coming anytime soon. The lab assistants went back and forth with things. The Scottish lady was doing what had never been done before to any man, ever. Using ultra-high-definition, super-high-speed cameras (plural) the Scottish lady was making a 3D image of Bob's lovely penis, down to its finest detail. Everything: every vein, every blood vessel, every pore, every texture of the skin perfectly recorded to a level of precision unlike anything ever seen except in the aerospace industry! After three full hours of hard, serious work the files were digitized and stored safely in various remote locations. Sara turned on the remote to Turbo Wild and all the lab assistants crowded around just to watch Bob's gigantic, non-touch climax shoot straight up and across the room. Sara was so happy! It would be just a matter of a few days before the 3D printed replicas of Bob's lovely penis arrived in the mail. One was made out of titanium, another of chromed steel, and a few out of plastic of different hardnesses. Sara smiled, keeping one for herself, one eventually for Bob, and the others to give away as souvenirs to Bob's shemale girlfriends. By the end of the week, a good dozen shemales had "Bob Strap-Ons" for fun! But that was not all that Sara wanted. Another very long visit, this time to Sara's gynecologist accompanied by the Scottish lady. In short, what Sara had long wanted is what Sara got. Two dozen gold micro electrodes, each a tenth of the width of a human hair were shot at precisely controlled depths into the head of Bob's lovely penis, in a delicately well shaped dome-configuration. Immediately after the procedure Bob was given an injection to prevent any erections for ten days until the gold micro electrodes were deeply imbedded and encased in tissue in his cock head. The gold micro electrodes were also remotely controlled! Ten days later, Sara tried it out. From her touch pad she could control which electrodes did what. Sara could make the head of Bob's lovely penis grow and bulge and expand so much it would not fit in her mouth. Or she could fire the electrodes in such a way that the head would feel compressed and squeezed and gripped much tighter that even a woman stomping on her lover's cock. Or Sara could alternately expand and compress that head so as to drive Bob wild, not knowing what was happening while Sara kept doing things to his lovely cock. What Bob had not realized, however, was another feature the Scottish lady had programmed into Sara's touch pad. A perfect, 3D rendition of Bob's lovely penis was on the touch pad. Sara could turn his lovely penis around and touch a part of it on her screen. That very same part of his lovely penis's head would feel her touch. Did Sara press hard? The head would feel her pressure. Did Sara pinch out? That part of the head would swell out and expand. Sara could do one thing to one part of the head and another to the other part of the head. In short, now Sara could remotely access both his prostate and his cock head! And being remotely accessible, it meant Sara - if and when she wanted - could post it on her password-protected site for anyone in the world to play with, squeeze, expand, or do whatever they wanted to his cock head. Why, the image in the touch pad screen could even be enlarged, allowing the user to precisely squeeze one area or rub her finger lightly - very lightly - over another. A million fingers, a million feet - all at the same time on the head of Bob's lovely penis! Sara could and did re-sculpt the head of his very lovely penis however she wanted. Any shape she wanted to see, she made. Mushroom, cone, taper, bulb... anything. Press and squeeze and induce hallucinations from the intensity, all from the comfort and convenience of her armchair, watching Bob squirm and scream and screech and go out of his mind, unable to bring any relief to his tormented cock. His prostate could also be programmed accordingly, with infinite variations - all to Sara's infinite happiness. Sara was falling in love with Bob. Often at night, she would tell her husband about Bob and he would listen, even while Sara would prefer to masturbate talking about Bob rather than fucking her own husband. That's how close Sara and Bob were getting! When Sara Met Bob Ch. 05 Bob remains the love of my life, the fountain of my admiration! Handsome beyond words, virile and composed, sexually insatiable in many ways, Bob has become what every woman wants - in addition to her own husband, of course. In the intimacy of our extra-marital affairs I enjoy massaging his prostate, deeply and slowly, my fingers moving very deliberately to induce maximum pleasure. Bob enjoys staring at pictures of my college-graduate stepdaughter, Blanca, and I in turn never ever travel anywhere without a picture of my husband. Therefore, Bob would like down or kneel legs wide apart or be on his side, staring at my stepdaughter and my husband. At times I would milk his prostate; other times, I would just let it ride leaving him wild with desire for me. It would be so selfish of me to keep Bob all to myself. Yes, I want to openly share his sexuality. But I do not want Bob in another woman's pussy. Sorry, girls, that's just how it is. So I started to take Bob to shemale bars, encouraging Bob to date shemales in my presence. Bob gets the look and feel and perfumed scent and long hair and soft skin and fine lingerie and nice tits. But no pussy. At shemale bars and parties I sit at a discrete distance, my tablet in hand. From my vantage point I can remotely actuate the micro devices and massage his prostate. Bob cannot do anything about it, thousands of tiny fingers massaging it in every direction possible, his ass squirming all over the place. I can remotely actuate the dome of micro electrodes imbedded on the head of his lovely penis, alternately squeezing it tighter than if it were under my foot. Or I can remotely actuate the dome and expand and engorge the head of his lovely penis until it's as big as a plum - and just as purple and rich and luscious! The shemales enjoy Bob. Sexual, virile, great company. Standing totally naked, his lovely penis throbbing in midair, and for no reason all of a sudden compressed or engorged and his ass whirling away. Many times many shemales would whip out theirs and climax together, bathing my darling Bob in their sticky cum. Or just for fun I would walk over, have Bob kneel on all fours, open his ass wide with two thumbs, and invite the shemales to cum in his ass. Invariably all this excitement and drinking lots of water makes me pee. I only pee in Bob's mouth. Only. And not a single drop goes to waste. None! I started finger-fucking his pee hole. What a joy! Bob manicures my pinky very closely and perfectly smooth every time we are together. Sooner or later, he knows my pinky will finger-fuck his cute and tiny pee hole. It's so much fun! Pammy, a girl from the office, read about this and came over to try. Alas, her fingers are too stubby and she could not get it in. What a shame... Which brings us to the next procedure. I set up an appointment with Gail, a family urologist with a reputation for creative aggression. With Bob on the stirrups, legs raised up high and widely parted, Gail examined Bob while the two shemales looked on. I sat next to Bob, comforting him and reassuring everything we were doing was for my pleasure. To go with the prostate micro devices and the micro electrodes deeply imbedded into the head of his lovely penis, Gail suggested and extremely imaginative solution. Bob screamed and protested and the shemales had to restrain him. It must have been excruciatingly painful for Bob. In an about fifteen minutes, the procedure was over. Dr. Gail smiled, very satisfied. Basically it is a nano tube of carbon mesh filaments. It is slipped into Bob's pee hole and guided all the way in, the entire length of his lovely penis from pee hole to bladder. After ten days' rest, the mesh is completely absorbed by the urethra. It is permanently installed. And cannot be removed. Again, it too is remotely controlled. From my tablet I can, at will, open up his urethra so wide even Pammy's stubby fingers can finger-fuck his pee hole. Or even wider, if I want, to accept a toothbrush for maximum hygiene. I can dilate his urethra so much that his pee shoots out in one massive burst opening the dam. Alternately of course I can contract his urethra so tiny that his pee stream is a very long, precisely directed narrow beam of pee. I can make his pee hole almost invisibly tiny! At will! Now I can manage Bob's sexuality remotely - from across the shemale bar or from any part of the world! And there is nothing Bob can do about it! Massage his prostate. Squeeze and compress his lovely penis. Dilate or shut his pee hole. Or all at once. Or any combination I want. Such is Bob's desperation that he will do everything and anything I want just to be freed from his torment. If I say, "Bob, see that lovely tranny over there? Be a good man and suck her cock. NOW." Either Bob does it or Bob does it. The choice does not exist. The sexual torment would be too much for him. His reward for good behavior? I pee in his mouth, of course! One evening we were having a great time with Bob's shemale friends and their dates. Flirting and kissing and fondling and all sorts of physical stimulation. Bob's micro devices were all set on Turbo Random Wild: prostate, head, and urethral mesh. The shemales were masturbating. It was apparent that Bob would explode sooner than later. He did. Everyone there SAW Bob's body entering its climax contractions and convulsions. Everyone there SAW Bob's lovely penis throb and shake. Violently. Everyone there SAW that NOTHING came out. In a moment of sheer friskiness, I had clamped down Bob's urethra. Completely. Hours later, when Bob needed to pee, I asked a shemale to sip Bob's pee. Much to her surprise - and everyone's delight - Bob's pee was mixed with an abundant load of his cum. Bob, my lovely darling, you finally learned how to retro-ejaculate into your bladder!