FabGuys.com forum: What the window cleaner saw led to this

By *ocalsucker OP Man
3 weeks ago

Launceston

The rain pattered against the windows, a steady gray drizzle that made the world outside look like a smudged watercolor painting. Inside, the heater hummed, wrapping the living room in a cozy warmth that contrasted with the chill of the late autumn day. I was home alone, or so I thought, indulging in a moment of private, slightly ridiculous self-expression. My wife, Sarah, was at work, and I’d raided her drawer for a lacy number that, frankly, I was curious about. Why not? I thought. Live a little. The rabbit vibrator, a gag gift from her last birthday, was more of a playful prop than anything else—just me being a goof, dancing around the bedroom, laughing at my own absurdity.

I was mid-twirl, the vibrator buzzing like an overzealous bumblebee, when I caught a flash of movement outside the window. My heart lurched. There, balanced precariously on a ladder, was Dave, our window cleaner—a wiry guy with a perpetually bemused expression, now frozen in place, squeegee in hand, staring through the glass like he’d just witnessed an alien invasion.

“Oh, bloody hell!” I yelped, diving behind the bed, the vibrator still buzzing on the floor like an angry insect. I scrambled to turn it off, my face burning hotter than the radiator. The lingerie, a pink satin number, suddenly felt like a neon sign screaming, “Look at me!” I yanked a blanket off the bed, wrapping it around myself like a toga, and peeked over the windowsill. Dave was still there, his mouth slightly open, clearly debating whether to pretend he saw nothing or to flee.

I cracked the window, rain spitting in. “Dave! Mate! It’s not what it looks like!” I shouted, my voice cracking.

He blinked, rain dripping off his cap. “Mate, I’ve seen a lot on this job, but this… this is new.” His tone was dry, but there was a twitch of a grin.

“It’s a dare!” I blurted, lying through my teeth. “Sarah bet me I wouldn’t! You know how she is!”

Dave raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it but too polite—or too stunned—to argue. “Right. Well, I’ll just… finish the downstairs windows, yeah?” He started descending the ladder, muttering something about “blokes these days.”

I slammed the window shut, heart pounding, and collapsed onto the bed, still tangled in the blanket. The vibrator, mercifully silent now, stared at me accusingly from the floor. “Never again,” I muttered, vowing to stick to sweatpants and Netflix next time Sarah was out.

By the time Sarah got home, I’d tidied up, burned the mental image of my indiscretion, and was stirring a pot of chili like nothing happened. But when Dave’s invoice arrived the next week, there was a handwritten note: “Extra £10 for emotional distress. Cheers.” I paid it without a word.

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By *ocalsucker OP Man
3 weeks ago

Launceston

Sarah’s words hung in the air like smoke, curling around my nerves and setting them alight. “Next time? Invite me,” she’d said, her wink a spark that ignited something raw and reckless in me. The kitchen felt too small, the air too thick, as she sauntered toward the living room, her hips swaying with that deliberate tease she knew drove me wild. My cock twitched again, harder this time, straining against my jeans as my mind raced with possibilities. Had Dave told her everything? Was she pissed, or was that glint in her eye an invitation to something else entirely?

I followed her, my pulse thudding in my ears, the onion and apron forgotten on the counter. She was lounging on the couch now, one leg crossed over the other, her blouse unbuttoned just enough to show a glimpse of the black lace bra underneath. She knew exactly what she was doing, and I was already half-gone, my body betraying any attempt at playing it cool.

“So,” she said, her voice low and syrupy, “you and my rabbit had quite the party, huh?” She tilted her head, her eyes raking over me, lingering on the bulge I couldn’t hide. “Dave didn’t spare the details. Pink satin, buzzing away, you prancing around like nobody’s watching… except someone was.”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Sarah, I—it was just a stupid—”

She cut me off with a raised hand, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “Don’t. I’m not mad.” She uncrossed her legs, leaning forward, her cleavage a deliberate distraction. “In fact, I’m kind of jealous. You didn’t think to share?”

My cock pulsed, and I shifted, trying to ease the pressure. “Share?” I managed, my voice hoarse. “You mean…”

She stood, closing the distance between us in two slow steps, her fingers trailing up my chest, nails grazing through my shirt. “I mean,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear, “if you’re gonna fuck yourself with my toy, I want a front-row seat. Or better yet…” Her hand slid down, palming me through my jeans, and I groaned, my knees nearly buckling. “I want to be the one making you squirm.”

“Fuck, Sarah,” I gasped, my hands finding her hips as she pressed herself against me. Her lips brushed mine, teasing, not quite kissing, as she unzipped my jeans with a practiced flick of her wrist. My cock sprang free, aching, and she wrapped her fingers around it, stroking slowly, her grip firm and deliberate.

“You like that, don’t you?” she murmured, her eyes locked on mine, that glint now a full-blown fire. “Knowing Dave saw you, all dressed up, fucking your ass with my vibrator. Did it turn you on, knowing you got caught?”

I couldn’t lie, not with her hand working me like that, her thumb circling the tip, slick with pre-cum. “Yeah,” I admitted, my voice ragged. “Fuck, yeah, it did.”

She laughed, low and dirty, and pushed me back until I hit the couch, my jeans pooling around my ankles. She straddled me, her skirt riding up to reveal matching black lace panties, already damp. “Good,” she said, grinding against me, the friction making me grit my teeth. “Because I’m gonna make you scream louder than that rabbit ever could.”

She reached into the side table drawer, pulling out the vibrator in question, its sleek purple shape glinting in the dim light. My heart skipped as she flicked it on, the buzz filling the room. “You started without me,” she said, leaning down to nip at my neck, her tongue flicking against my skin. “Now it’s my turn.”

She slid her panties aside, guiding my cock to her entrance, wet and ready, and sank down with a moan that matched mine. The vibrator hummed as she pressed it against herself, her hips rocking in time with the rhythm she set. “Fuck, you feel good,” she gasped, her free hand digging into my shoulder as she rode me, slow at first, then faster, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

I gripped her thighs, my fingers digging into her flesh, overwhelmed by the sight of her—wild, in control, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “Sarah,” I groaned, my hips bucking up to meet her, the pressure building, hot and urgent. “I’m not gonna last if you—”

“Then don’t,” she cut in, her voice sharp with command. She angled the vibrator, pressing it between us, the buzz hitting my cock as she clenched around me. “Come for me, baby. Show me how much you loved playing with my toy.”

That was it. The words, the vibration, her tight, wet heat—it sent me over the edge. I came hard, a guttural moan ripping from my throat as my vision whited out, my cock pulsing inside her. She followed seconds later, her body shuddering, a sharp cry escaping her as she ground down, milking every last wave of pleasure.

We collapsed together, panting, her forehead resting against mine. The vibrator buzzed weakly on the couch beside us, forgotten. “Jesus,” I muttered, still catching my breath. “You’re… insane.”

She laughed, kissing me softly, her lips sweet and lazy now. “You’re welcome,” she said, smirking. “But next time Dave’s coming over, you’re closing the damn curtains.”

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By *ocalsucker OP Man
3 weeks ago

Launceston

Sarah’s breath was still uneven as she lay sprawled across my chest, the afterglow painting her cheeks a soft pink. The vibrator had finally been switched off, lying innocently on the couch like it hadn’t just turned our afternoon upside down. I was still reeling, my body buzzing with the kind of high that only comes from being thoroughly, gloriously wrecked. But Sarah’s eyes—those sharp, mischievous eyes—told me she wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.

She propped herself up on one elbow, her blouse half-unbuttoned, black lace bra still peeking out, and traced a lazy circle on my chest with her fingertip. “You know,” she said, her voice low, dripping with that dangerous honeyed tone, “when Dave told me what he saw… it wasn’t just funny. It got me thinking.”

I swallowed, my cock giving a weak twitch despite being spent. “Thinking what, exactly?” I asked, half-dreading, half-desperate to know.

She smirked, leaning in until her lips brushed my earlobe, her breath hot and teasing. “About how much it turned me on, picturing you like that. All dressed up in my lingerie, fucking yourself with my toy, so lost in it you didn’t even notice the world watching.” Her hand slid down my stomach, fingers grazing just above my groin, making me tense. “You, completely shameless. It’s… fucking hot.”

I blinked, my brain scrambling to catch up. “You’re into that?” I said, my voice cracking slightly. “Me… in your stuff?”

“Oh, baby,” she purred, her nails trailing lightly over my skin, sending a shiver straight to my core. “It’s not just that. It’s you letting go. Being vulnerable, filthy, mine. I’ve got fantasies, too, you know.” She sat up, straddling my hips again, her skirt still bunched around her thighs, panties discarded somewhere on the floor. The heat of her against me was already stirring me back to life.

“Tell me,” I said, my hands settling on her hips, my thumbs brushing the soft skin just above her waistband. “What’s in that head of yours?”

Her eyes darkened, a mix of lust and something deeper, like she was peeling back a layer she’d kept hidden. “I want to see you like that again,” she said, her voice steady but thick with want. “But this time, I’m in charge. I want you in my lingerie—something tight, maybe that red lace teddy I save for special occasions. I want you on your knees, that rabbit buried deep in your ass, buzzing away while I watch.” She leaned down, her lips hovering over mine, her words a hot whisper. “I want to fuck you with it, make you beg, make you come so hard you forget your own name.”

My cock was fully hard again, straining against her thigh, and I groaned, the image she painted searing itself into my brain. “Jesus, Sarah,” I managed, my hands tightening on her hips. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

She laughed, a low, wicked sound, and reached for the vibrator again, flicking it on to a low hum. “Oh, I’m just getting started,” she said. She slid off me, standing and tugging me up with her, her grip firm on my wrist. “Upstairs. Now.”

I followed her, half-stumbling, my jeans still tangled around my ankles until I kicked them off. In the bedroom, she rummaged through her drawer, pulling out the red lace teddy she’d mentioned—a delicate, sinful thing that barely qualified as clothing. She tossed it at me, her eyes glinting with challenge. “Put it on.”

I hesitated for half a second, then thought, *Fuck it.* If this was her fantasy, I was all in. I slipped into the teddy, the lace stretching tight over my skin, hugging my chest and cock in a way that felt both ridiculous and strangely erotic. Sarah’s eyes raked over me, her lips parting slightly, her breath hitching.

“Fuck, you look good,” she said, stepping closer. She pushed me gently onto the bed, straddling my thighs, the vibrator still humming in her hand. “Spread your legs.”

I did, my heart pounding, my cock throbbing against the lace as she teased the tip of the vibrator along my inner thigh. “This is what I want,” she said, her voice low and commanding. “You, open for me, taking everything I give you.” She slicked the toy with lube from the nightstand, her movements deliberate, and pressed it against me, slow and steady, until it slid inside. The buzz hit me like a shockwave, and I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily.

“Easy,” she murmured, her free hand stroking my cock through the lace, her touch featherlight but maddening. “Let me take care of you.” She worked the vibrator deeper, angling it just right, each pulse sending sparks through my nerves. Her other hand moved faster, gripping me, stroking in time with the toy’s rhythm. “I want to see you lose it,” she said, her voice thick with desire. “I want to hear you moan my name while I fuck you.”

“Sarah,” I groaned, my head falling back, my body arching as the sensations built—her hand, the vibrator, the lace tight against my skin. It was too much, and not enough, and exactly what she wanted. She leaned down, her lips capturing mine in a hungry kiss, her tongue demanding as she pushed the vibrator deeper, harder, her strokes relentless.

“Come for me,” she whispered against my mouth, and that was all it took. I shattered, a hoarse cry tearing from my throat as my cock pulsed in her hand, cum soaking the lace, my body shaking with the intensity. She kept the vibrator steady, drawing out every shudder, her eyes locked on mine, drinking in every second of my unraveling.

When I finally collapsed, gasping, she switched off the toy and tossed it aside, crawling up to kiss me softly, her fingers threading through my hair. “That,” she said, her voice smug and satisfied, “was my fantasy. You did good, baby.”

I laughed weakly, still catching my breath. “Fuck, Sarah. You’re gonna kill me.”

She grinned, curling up beside me, her hand resting possessively on my chest. “Not yet,” she said. “But next time? I’m thinking we invite Dave to watch. For real.” Her wink told me she was half-joking—maybe—but the thought sent a fresh jolt through me, and I knew we were far from done exploring her wild side.

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By *ocalsucker OP Man
3 weeks ago

Launceston

The next evening, Sarah had that look again—the one that made my pulse race and my cock stir before she even said a word. We were in the bedroom, the rain still tapping against the windows, casting a soft, gray glow over everything. The air was thick with anticipation, like the calm before a storm. She’d been dropping hints all day—little touches, sly glances, a whispered “I’ve got plans for you” over breakfast that had me on edge ever since.

“Strip,” she said, leaning against the dresser, her arms crossed, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She was already in control, her voice low and commanding, and I was helpless to do anything but obey. I shed my clothes, my cock already half-hard just from the way she was looking at me, like I was hers to play with.

She opened her lingerie drawer, pulling out something new—a sheer black bodysuit, all lace and straps, the kind of thing that looked like it was designed to start trouble. “This,” she said, tossing it to me, “is what you’re wearing tonight.” Her eyes glinted with that mix of mischief and hunger that made my knees weak. “Put it on. Slowly.”

I did as she asked, my fingers fumbling slightly as I stepped into the bodysuit. The lace was soft but tight, hugging my chest, my hips, my cock straining against the delicate fabric, the sheer material leaving nothing to the imagination. Sarah’s gaze was predatory, her lips parting as she watched me adjust the straps, the sensation of the lace against my skin making me hyper-aware of every inch of my body.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous like that,” she murmured, stepping closer. She ran her hands over my chest, her nails catching on the lace, sending shivers through me. “You have no idea how much this turns me on—seeing you like this, all dressed up for me, ready to do whatever I want.”

“Whatever you want,” I echoed, my voice rough with need, my cock throbbing against the bodysuit. She smirked, pushing me back onto the bed, her hands firm on my shoulders. She climbed over me, still in her work clothes—a tight skirt and blouse that made her look like a sexy, no-nonsense boss. The contrast between her polished exterior and the filthy promise in her eyes was enough to make me dizzy.

She reached for the nightstand, pulling out the rabbit vibrator again, but this time she also grabbed a bottle of lube and a sleek, curved prostate massager—new, still in its packaging. My eyes widened, and she laughed, low and dirty. “Oh, yeah,” she said, tearing open the package. “I’ve been shopping. Tonight, I’m gonna wreck you.”

She slicked the massager with lube, her movements deliberate, her eyes locked on mine. “Spread your legs,” she ordered, and I complied, the lace stretching as I opened myself to her. She teased the tip of the massager against my entrance, slow and torturous, while her other hand stroked my cock through the bodysuit, the friction of the lace making me groan. “Relax,” she whispered, her voice softening for a moment, and then she pushed the toy inside, inch by inch, until it hit that spot that made my vision blur.

“Fuck,” I gasped, my hips bucking as she turned it on, a low, pulsing vibration that sent shockwaves through me. She worked it expertly, angling it to drive me wild, her free hand tugging the bodysuit aside to free my cock. She leaned down, her tongue flicking over the tip, tasting the pre-cum already leaking there, and I moaned, loud and desperate.

“You like that, don’t you?” she purred, her lips wrapping around me, sucking slow and deep while the massager buzzed inside me. The dual sensation was overwhelming—her hot, wet mouth, the relentless vibration hitting my prostate, the lace clinging to my skin like a second layer of desire. I gripped the sheets, my body arching, every nerve on fire.

“Sarah, please,” I begged, my voice breaking as she took me deeper, her tongue swirling, her hand working the toy in and out, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. She pulled back just enough to speak, her lips glistening, her eyes blazing. “Not yet,” she said, her voice firm. “I want you to feel everything.”

She climbed onto the bed, straddling my chest, her skirt hiked up to reveal she’d ditched her panties at some point. Her pussy was slick and ready, inches from my face, and she grabbed my hair, guiding me to her. “Eat me,” she commanded, and I dove in, my tongue lapping at her clit, her taste flooding my senses. She moaned, rocking against my mouth, her hand still controlling the massager, fucking me with it in time with my licks.

“God, yes,” she gasped, her thighs trembling as I sucked her clit, my tongue flicking fast and hard. The vibration inside me intensified as she turned up the setting, and I groaned into her, the sound sending her closer to the edge. “Fuck, you’re so good like this,” she panted, her hips grinding. “All dressed up, taking my toy, eating my pussy like it’s your job.”

I was lost in her, in the heat and the taste and the relentless buzz driving me insane. She came first, a sharp cry tearing from her as her body shuddered, her juices coating my tongue as she rode out her orgasm. The sight of her—head thrown back, blouse half-open, lace bra barely containing her—pushed me over. The massager hit just right, and I came with a guttural moan, my cock pulsing, cum spilling over the lace and my stomach, my whole body shaking with the intensity.

Sarah collapsed beside me, both of us panting, the massager still buzzing weakly until she reached down to switch it off. She traced a finger through the mess on my stomach, her touch possessive, her smile lazy and satisfied. “You’re fucking perfect,” she said, kissing me, her tongue tasting herself on my lips.

As we caught our breath, she propped herself up, her eyes glinting with that familiar mischief. “You know,” she said, her voice teasing but edged with something new, “I keep thinking about Dave. How he saw you. How he couldn’t stop talking about it.” She paused, her finger circling my nipple through the lace, making me shiver. “What if next time… we let him watch? Or hell, maybe let him join in. Can you imagine it? Him standing there, watching me fuck you like this, maybe stroking himself, maybe getting closer…”

My cock twitched at the thought, despite being spent, and her laugh told me she noticed. “Oh, you like that idea,” she said, her voice dripping with promise. “We’ll see, baby. We’ll see.”

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By *ully63Man
3 weeks ago

Didcot

Hot.

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By *omadMan
3 weeks ago

havant

Very nice. Very horny thanks for sharing. Looking forward to the next installment;)

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By *oose1Man
3 weeks ago

doncaster

Very hot

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By *auraTV/TS
3 weeks ago

Rugby

"Very nice. Very horny thanks for sharing. Looking forward to the next installment;)"
definitely promising.

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By *ocalsucker OP Man
3 weeks ago

Launceston

The next night, the house felt like a pressure cooker, the air thick with anticipation. Sarah had spent the day orchestrating everything—candles flickering on the nightstand, the curtains firmly drawn (no accidental audiences this time), and a playlist of low, pulsing music humming in the background. I was already on edge, my cock half-hard just from the way she’d been looking at me all day, her eyes promising a night I wouldn’t forget. She’d chosen my outfit: a sheer, deep purple chemise, the lace barely containing me, my erection tenting the fabric obscenely. Sarah, in a black corset and thigh-high stockings, looked like a goddess of sin, her confidence radiating as she adjusted the straps on my chemise, her fingers grazing my skin with deliberate intent.

The doorbell rang, and my heart lurched. Dave. Sarah shot me a wicked grin, squeezing my cock through the lace before heading downstairs. “Stay here,” she said, her voice a sultry command. “Get on the bed. I want you ready.”

I obeyed, settling on the bed, the chemise riding up my thighs, my cock throbbing against the fabric. My nerves were a tangle of excitement and anxiety—Dave, the guy who’d seen me through the window, was about to walk into our bedroom. The thought made my pulse race, my body caught between want and the raw vulnerability of being exposed like this.

I heard voices downstairs—Sarah’s smooth, teasing tone and Dave’s lower, halting responses. Then footsteps on the stairs, and my breath caught as the door opened. Sarah led the way, her corset accentuating every curve, her eyes gleaming with control. Behind her was Dave, looking like a deer in headlights. His usual cocky grin was gone, replaced by a nervous flush across his tanned face. He was in a tight black t-shirt and jeans that did little to hide the bulge already forming, but his hands fidgeted at his sides, his eyes darting between me, Sarah, and the floor.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough as he took in the scene—me in the purple chemise, legs spread slightly, cock straining against the lace; Sarah, radiating power, a bottle of lube and the rabbit vibrator in her hands. “This is… a lot.”

Sarah laughed, soft and predatory, stepping behind him to close the door. “Relax, Dave,” she said, her hands resting on his shoulders, massaging lightly. “You’re here because you want to be. And trust me, you’re gonna love this.” She guided him to a chair she’d placed at the foot of the bed, pushing him gently to sit. “Just watch for now. Enjoy the show.”

Dave’s eyes locked on me, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “You’re… fuckin’ gorgeous, mate,” he said, his voice shaky but thick with arousal. His hands gripped the arms of the chair, like he was trying to anchor himself, but the growing tent in his jeans betrayed how much he was into this.

Sarah climbed onto the bed beside me, her fingers trailing up my thigh, teasing the edge of the chemise. “He is, isn’t he?” she purred, her hand wrapping around my cock through the lace, stroking slowly. I moaned, my hips bucking, the sensation amplified by Dave’s nervous, hungry stare. “Look at him, Dave,” she said, her voice dripping with command. “Look at how hard he is for this. For you watching.”

Dave’s breath hitched, his knuckles whitening on the chair. “Shit, Sarah,” he muttered, his eyes glued to her hand, to the way my cock pulsed under her touch. “This is insane.”

Sarah smirked, leaning over to kiss me, her tongue deep and claiming, her hand never stopping its slow, torturous strokes. “You’re doing fine,” she whispered against my lips, loud enough for Dave to hear. “Now let’s give him something to really watch.” She reached for the lube, slicking her fingers, then the rabbit vibrator, its familiar buzz sending a jolt through me as she switched it on.

“Spread your legs,” she ordered, and I did, the chemise riding up to expose me completely. Dave’s eyes widened, his breath coming faster as Sarah teased the vibrator’s tip against my entrance, circling slowly. “You like this, don’t you?” she said, her voice low and filthy. “Being watched while I fuck you.”

“Yeah,“ I gasped, my cock twitching as she pushed the toy inside, slow and steady, the vibration hitting my prostate like a lightning bolt. I moaned, loud and unashamed, my body arching as she worked it deeper, her hand gripping my cock, stroking in time with the toy’s thrusts.

Dave groaned, his hand finally moving to his jeans, rubbing himself through the fabric. “Fuck, mate,” he said, his voice raw. “You’re… that’s so fuckin’ hot.” His nervousness was still there, in the way his hand trembled, but his eyes were dark with lust, his body leaning forward like he couldn’t look away.

Sarah glanced at him, her smile wicked. “You like watching him take it, don’t you?” she said, pushing the vibrator deeper, making me cry out. “Why don’t you come closer, Dave? Touch yourself. Show us how much you want this.”

Dave hesitated, his face flushing deeper, but the bulge in his jeans was undeniable. He unzipped slowly, his hand shaking as he pulled out his cock—thick, hard, already leaking at the tip. He stroked himself, slow and uncertain at first, his eyes flicking between my lace-clad body and Sarah’s commanding presence. “This is… fuck, I’ve never done anything like this,” he admitted, his voice hoarse, but he didn’t stop, his hand moving faster as he watched Sarah fuck me with the toy.

“Good boy,” Sarah purred, her eyes flashing with approval. She leaned down, her tongue flicking over my cock, licking up the pre-cum soaking the lace before taking me into her mouth, sucking hard and deep. I moaned, my body trembling, the vibrator’s relentless buzz and her wet heat pushing me to the edge. Dave’s strokes quickened, his breaths ragged, his nervousness melting into raw need.

“Sarah,” I gasped, my hips bucking as she angled the toy just right, hitting that spot that made my vision blur. “I’m gonna—”

“Not yet,” she said, pulling off my cock with a wet pop, her hand replacing her mouth, stroking fast and firm. She looked at Dave, her voice sharp with command. “Come here, Dave. Touch him.”

Dave froze, his hand stilling on his cock, his eyes wide. “You sure?” he asked, his voice a mix of nerves and want.

Sarah’s smile was pure sin. “I’m sure. He wants it. Don’t you, baby?” She turned to me, her hand squeezing my cock, making me moan. I nodded, too far gone to speak, the thought of Dave’s hands on me sending a fresh wave of heat through my body.

Dave stood, his cock still in hand, and moved to the bed, his movements hesitant but driven by arousal. He knelt beside me, his hand hovering over my thigh, then finally touching, his fingers rough but warm through the lace. “Fuck, you feel good,” he muttered, his voice shaking as he traced the edge of the chemise, his hand brushing my cock.

Sarah guided him, her hand on his wrist, leading his fingers to my balls, then lower, where the vibrator buzzed inside me. “Feel that,” she said, her voice low. “Feel how much he loves it.” Dave’s fingers grazed the toy, pushing it slightly, and I cried out, my body shuddering.

“Fuck, Dave,” I gasped, the sensation overwhelming—Sarah’s hand on my cock, the vibrator, Dave’s tentative touch. He groaned, stroking himself faster, his nervousness giving way to hunger as he watched me writhe.

Sarah leaned in, kissing me hard, then whispering, “Come for us.” She turned up the vibrator’s intensity, her hand flying over my cock, and Dave’s fingers pressed against the toy, driving it deeper. I shattered, a hoarse cry tearing from my throat as my cock pulsed, cum spilling over Sarah’s hand, soaking the chemise, my body shaking with the force of it. Dave groaned, his own orgasm hitting seconds later, his cum splattering across my thigh as he stroked himself through it, his eyes locked on me.

Sarah slowed the vibrator, easing it out as I panted, her smile triumphant. She kissed Dave’s cheek, then mine, her hands stroking us both gently. “Good boys,” she said, her voice warm but still commanding. “That was just the start.”

Dave collapsed back into the chair, his face flushed, his breathing heavy. “Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, a shaky grin breaking through. “I was shitting myself coming here, but… worth it.”

Sarah laughed, curling up beside me, her hand resting possessively on my chest. “Told you you’d come around,” she said, her eyes glinting. “Next time, maybe you do more than touch.” She winked, and Dave’s grin widened, his nervousness replaced by a spark of anticipation.

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By *ycrayeti666Man
3 weeks ago

brigg

Please keep going. This is amazing.

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By *tevie30Man
3 weeks ago

London

Please let us all know what happens next.

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By *h22cdTV/TS
3 weeks ago

Ferndown

Hard as nails here. Loving the story. x

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By *atinbloodMan
3 weeks ago

Birkenhead

Now we definitely need to know more

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By *elanie_welshTV/TS
3 weeks ago

Newport

Wow, just wow! So hot xx

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By *ebbiedelightMan
3 weeks ago

Flintshire

So horny reading this

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By *ndstorm45Man
3 weeks ago

Wakefield

Awesome story.

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By *ocalsucker OP Man
3 weeks ago

Launceston

The air in the bedroom was thick with anticipation, the kind that made my skin prickle and my cock ache before anything even started. Sarah had been building up to this all week, her teasing comments and possessive touches leaving me on edge. Tonight, she’d promised, would be different—deeper, darker, with her fully in control. The candles were back, casting flickering shadows, and the low thrum of music pulsed like a heartbeat. She’d dressed me again: the crimson lace thong, barely containing my throbbing erection, and the garter belt, its straps biting into my hips, a constant reminder of her claim. Sarah stood before me, a vision in a black leather corset and thigh-high boots, a silk blindfold dangling from one hand, a leather crop in the other. Her eyes burned with dominance, and I was already hers, body and mind.

“You’ve been good,” she said, her voice low and commanding, circling me as I stood by the bed. “But tonight, you’re mine to break.” She trailed the crop along my chest, the leather cool against my skin, making me shiver. “And Dave’s going to help.”

The doorbell rang, and my pulse spiked. Sarah’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “On your knees,” she ordered, pointing to the floor. I dropped instantly, the lace thong shifting, my cock straining as I knelt, head bowed, awaiting her next move. She left to get Dave, and I heard their voices—her sultry confidence, his quieter tone, still tinged with nerves but eager now, tempered by last week’s taste of what she could unleash.

When they entered, Sarah led Dave by the hand, his tight black tank top and jeans hugging his frame, his bulge already prominent. His eyes locked on me—kneeling, laced-up, submissive—and his breath caught, a mix of awe and arousal. “Fuck, mate,” he said, his voice rough but steadier than before. “You look… damn.”

Sarah smirked, guiding Dave to stand beside me, her hand on his shoulder. “He’s ours tonight,” she said, her tone firm. “You’re going to help me push him, Dave. You ready to step up?” She handed him a pair of leather cuffs, and his eyes widened, but he nodded, his nervousness giving way to a hungry glint.

“Hands behind your back,” Sarah ordered me, and I complied, my heart racing as Dave fastened the cuffs around my wrists, his fingers brushing my skin, tentative but firm. The click of the cuffs sent a jolt through me, my cock twitching in the thong. Sarah knelt before me, slipping the silk blindfold over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. “No peeking,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “You feel everything I give you.”

The loss of sight heightened every sensation—the rustle of her boots, Dave’s uneven breathing, the faint creak of the bed as they moved around me. Sarah’s crop traced my thigh, teasing the garter straps, then snapped lightly against my ass, the sting sharp and delicious. I gasped, my cock throbbing, and she laughed, low and filthy. “You like that, don’t you, pet?” she said, another snap landing, harder this time, making me moan.

“Fuck, Sarah,” Dave muttered, his voice thick with arousal. I couldn’t see him, but I felt his presence closer, his hand grazing my shoulder, testing the waters. “He’s… really into this.”

“Oh, he is,” Sarah purred, her hand wrapping around my cock through the lace, stroking slow and firm. “Show him, Dave. Touch him.” Dave’s hand moved to my chest, fingers catching the garter straps, then lower, brushing my cock, his touch bolder now, fueled by Sarah’s command. I moaned, leaning into his hand, the cuffs keeping me helpless.

Sarah’s crop snapped again, this time against my inner thigh, the sting pushing a whimper from my throat. “Spread your legs,” she ordered, and I did, the thong pulling tight as she slicked the prostate massager with lube. “Dave, you’re going to fuck him with this,” she said, handing it to him. I felt his hesitation, his breath hitching, but then the toy pressed against my entrance, sliding in slow and steady, the vibration hitting my prostate like a shockwave. I cried out, my body arching, the cuffs biting into my wrists.

“Fuck, mate,” Dave said, his voice low, his confidence growing as he worked the toy, thrusting it deeper, finding a rhythm. Sarah’s hand never left my cock, stroking through the lace, her nails grazing my balls, making me tremble. “He’s so tight,” Dave muttered, his free hand gripping my hip, fingers digging into the garter straps.

Sarah’s crop snapped against my ass again, the pain blending with pleasure, pushing me closer to the edge. “You’re doing so good, pet,” she said, her voice a mix of praise and dominance. “Tell Dave what you want.”

“Fuck me,” I gasped, my voice desperate, the blindfold amplifying every sensation—Dave’s thrusts with the toy, Sarah’s hand on my cock, the sting of the crop. “Please, Dave, harder.”

Dave groaned, his thrusts growing faster, more confident, the massager hitting my prostate with every move. “Fuck, you sound so good,” he said, his voice raw, his hand stroking my thigh, then my cock, joining Sarah’s. Their hands moved together, slick with pre-cum, the lace soaked as they worked me in tandem.

Sarah leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice a command. “But tonight, I’m sharing you.” She pulled the massager out, replacing it with the thick, curved dildo, its size stretching me, filling me completely. Dave took over, his thrusts steady and deep, his confidence now matching Sarah’s intensity. I moaned, my body shaking, helpless in the cuffs, blindfolded, theirs to control.

“Take it,” Sarah said, her hand speeding up on my cock, the crop snapping lightly against my chest, the pain a sharp counterpoint to the pleasure. Dave’s groans mingled with mine, his cock brushing my thigh as he leaned closer, his hand gripping my hip as he fucked me with the dildo. “You want him, don’t you?” Sarah said, her voice filthy. “You want Dave’s cock inside you.”

“Yes,” I cried out, the thought sending a fresh wave of heat through me, my cock pulsing in their hands. Dave’s breath hitched, his thrusts faltering for a moment, but Sarah’s hand on his shoulder urged him on.

“Do it,” she told him, her voice sharp. “Fuck him, Dave. Give him what he wants.”

Dave hesitated, his nervousness flickering, but then I heard the rustle of his jeans hitting the floor, his cock brushing my thigh, hot and hard. Sarah slicked him with lube, her hand guiding him to my entrance, the dildo easing out. “Slow,” she said, her voice firm but gentle, and Dave pushed in, his cock thicker than the toy, stretching me, filling me. I moaned, loud and desperate, the blindfold making every inch of him feel massive, overwhelming.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Dave groaned, his hands gripping my hips, his thrusts slow at first, then faster, his confidence surging as he found a rhythm. Sarah’s hand never left my cock, stroking hard and fast, her lips kissing my neck, my jaw, as Dave fucked me.

“Come for us,” Sarah ordered, her voice a whip-crack of command, her crop snapping against my thigh. The pain, the pleasure, Dave’s cock hitting my prostate, their hands on me—it was too much. I came with a shout, my cock erupting, cum soaking the thong, spilling over their hands as my body convulsed, the cuffs holding me in place. Dave groaned, his thrusts erratic, and then he came, his cum filling me, hot and deep, his moans mingling with mine.

Sarah removed the blindfold, her eyes blazing with triumph as she kissed me, then Dave, her hands stroking us both through the aftershocks. “Good boys,” she said, her voice warm but still in control. She uncuffed me, her fingers gentle now, massaging my wrists. Dave collapsed beside me, panting, his grin wide and unguarded.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he said, laughing shakily. “I was nervous as shit, but… worth it.”

Sarah curled up between us, her leather corset creaking, her hand resting possessively on my chest. “You both did so good,” she said, her voice dripping with promise. “But next time, I want to tie you both up. Make you beg for each other while I watch.” She winked, and Dave’s eyes widened, his cock twitching against my thigh, already stirring at the thought.

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3 weeks ago

Launceston

The next weekend, Sarah had transformed our bedroom into a playground of her darkest desires. The candles were back, their flickering light casting long shadows across the walls, and the air was heavy with the scent of leather and anticipation. She’d spent the day teasing me with cryptic texts—“Wear what I left on the bed. Be ready to beg.”—and I was already trembling with need by the time evening rolled around. On the bed lay the crimson lace thong and garter belt, the straps a familiar bite against my hips, my cock straining against the delicate fabric, hard and leaking before anything even started. Sarah stood in the doorway, a vision of dominance in a black leather catsuit, the material clinging to every curve, a coil of soft black rope in one hand, a flogger in the other. Her eyes burned with intent, and I knew I was in for it.

“You’ve been such a good pet,” she said, her voice low and commanding, circling me as I stood by the bed, my hands clasped behind me, already sinking into submission. “And tonight, you and Dave are mine to play with. Completely.” She ran the flogger’s leather tails along my chest, the soft tease a stark contrast to the promise of what was coming. “Kneel.”

I dropped to my knees, the thong shifting, my cock throbbing as the garters dug into my skin. The doorbell rang, and Sarah’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Stay,” she ordered, heading downstairs to get Dave. My heart pounded, the memory of his cock inside me last time—thick, relentless, guided by Sarah’s command—making me ache for what was next.

I heard their voices—Sarah’s sultry authority, Dave’s low, nervous chuckle—and then footsteps on the stairs. When they entered, Dave’s eyes widened, taking in my kneeling form, the crimson lace, the garters framing my exposed skin. He wore a tight black t-shirt and jeans, his bulge already evident, but his hands fidgeted, a flicker of his earlier nervousness returning under the weight of Sarah’s setup. “Bloody hell,” he muttered, his voice thick with arousal. “You’re… fuck, mate, you’re something else.”

Sarah guided him to stand beside me, her hand firm on his shoulder. “Strip,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. Dave hesitated, his eyes flicking to me, then complied, peeling off his shirt and jeans, his cock springing free, hard and glistening. Sarah smirked, running the flogger’s tails over his chest, making him shiver. “Good boy,” she said. “Now, both of you, on the bed. Face down, hands above your heads.”

We obeyed, climbing onto the bed, our bodies close, the heat of Dave’s skin brushing mine as we lay side by side. Sarah moved with purpose, her boots clicking on the floor as she bound my wrists with the soft rope, looping it expertly around a hook she’d installed above the headboard. She did the same to Dave, his breaths uneven as the rope tightened, his cock twitching against the sheets. The vulnerability of being tied, exposed in the lace, Dave’s naked body beside me, sent a jolt through me, my cock leaking into the thong.

Sarah stood at the foot of the bed, her flogger trailing over my ass, then Dave’s, the leather teasing our skin. “You’re both mine tonight,” she said, her voice a velvet whip. “No coming until I say. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, the title slipping out naturally, my submission complete. Dave echoed me, his voice shakier but eager. “Yes, Mistress.”

The flogger snapped against my ass, the sting sharp and hot, making me gasp, my cock grinding into the bed. Another snap landed on Dave, and he groaned, his body tensing beside me. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice raw, but his hips rocked slightly, betraying his need. Sarah alternated between us, the flogger’s leather tails landing with precise, stinging blows, each one pushing us deeper into her control, our moans mingling in the air.

“You like that, don’t you?” she said, her hand replacing the flogger, stroking my ass, then Dave’s, her fingers dipping lower to tease our balls. I whimpered, my body trembling, the thong soaked with pre-cum. She grabbed the lube and the thick, curved dildo from the nightstand, slicking it generously. “Dave, you first,” she said, kneeling behind him. I couldn’t see, but I heard his sharp intake of breath as she pressed the dildo against his entrance, sliding it in slowly, his groan low and guttural.

“Fuck, Sarah,” he gasped, his body arching, the ropes creaking as he tugged against them. She worked the dildo with expert precision, thrusting slow and deep, her other hand reaching over to stroke my cock through the lace, keeping me on edge. “Your turn,” she said, pulling the dildo from Dave and moving to me, the toy still warm as she pressed it against my entrance, sliding it in with a slow, relentless push. I moaned, the stretch intense, the curve hitting my prostate, sending sparks through me.

Sarah alternated, fucking us both with the dildo, her hand stroking one of us while the toy worked the other, her voice a constant stream of filthy encouragement. “Look at you,” she purred, thrusting the dildo deeper into me, her fingers squeezing my cock. “Taking it so well, my perfect pets.” Dave’s moans grew louder, his body rocking back against the toy when it was his turn, his earlier nervousness replaced by raw submission.

She paused, setting the dildo aside and grabbing a new toy—a vibrating cock ring, which she slipped onto my cock, the buzz sending a jolt through me, keeping me teetering on the edge without release. “No coming,” she reminded me, her voice sharp, then turned to Dave, fitting him with another ring, his groan desperate as the vibration hit him. “You’re going to fuck him now,” she told Dave, untying his wrists but leaving mine bound. “Show me how much you want this.”

Dave’s eyes were dark with lust, his cock throbbing as he moved behind me, his hands gripping my hips, fingers catching the garter straps. “You sure, mate?” he asked, his voice rough but checking in, a flicker of his nerves showing through.

“Fuck, yes,” I gasped, my body aching for him, the cock ring’s vibration driving me wild. Sarah slicked Dave’s cock with lube, guiding him to my entrance, her hand firm and commanding. “Do it,” she ordered, and Dave pushed in, his cock thicker than the dildo, stretching me, filling me completely. I moaned, loud and desperate, the ropes holding me in place as he thrust, slow at first, then faster, his confidence surging under Sarah’s gaze.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Dave groaned, his hands gripping my hips, his thrusts deep and relentless, hitting my prostate with every stroke. Sarah knelt beside me, her flogger snapping lightly against my ass, the sting pushing me higher, her hand stroking my cock through the lace, the cock ring keeping me on the edge. “Look at you,” she said, her voice dripping with dominance. “Taking his cock like a good slut, begging for it.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I called out, my body trembling, the pleasure overwhelming—Dave’s cock, the vibration, the sting of the flogger. Dave’s thrusts grew erratic, his moans louder, his hands digging into my garters. Sarah leaned over, kissing me hard, her tongue claiming mine, then kissed Dave, her hand guiding his rhythm.

“Don’t come yet,” she warned us both, her voice sharp. She removed my cock ring, her hand stroking me fast and firm, then did the same for Dave, her fingers brushing his cock as he fucked me. “Now,” she said, her voice a command. “Come for me.”

I shattered, a hoarse cry tearing from my throat as my cock erupted, cum soaking the thong, spilling onto the bed, my body convulsing against the ropes. Dave followed, his groan guttural as he came, his cum filling me, hot and deep, his thrusts slowing as he rode out his orgasm. Sarah’s hand milked us both, drawing out every shudder, her smile triumphant.

She untied me, her fingers gentle now, massaging my wrists as we collapsed, panting, Dave beside me, his grin wide and unguarded. “Fuckin’ hell,” he said, laughing breathlessly. “You’re a menace, Sarah.”

She curled up between us, her leather catsuit creaking, her hand resting possessively on my chest. “You both love it,” she said, her voice warm but still in control. “Next time, I’m chaining you both to the bed, blindfolded, and I’ll make you beg for each other’s cocks while I whip you.” She winked, and Dave’s eyes widened, his cock twitching against my thigh, already stirring at the thought.

I lay there, my body buzzing, my mind spinning at the depths of Sarah’s dominance, Dave’s eager submission, and the endless possibilities she was weaving. We were hers, and I couldn’t wait to see where she’d take us next.

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3 weeks ago

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3 weeks ago

Waterford and Dublin

Great writing keep IT coming

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3 weeks ago

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Oh yes!!!!

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3 weeks ago

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By *ornishfetMan
3 weeks ago

St Ives

I’ve only just found this story and just about half way through but absolutely loving it - so very horny.

Right back to read more - brilliant job OP.

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3 weeks ago

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By *ocalsucker OP Man
3 weeks ago

Launceston

The following Saturday, Sarah had turned our bedroom into her domain, every detail screaming her control. Candles flickered, casting dancing shadows across the walls, and a low, throbbing bassline pulsed from the speakers, setting a primal rhythm. She’d laid out my outfit: the crimson lace thong, barely containing my aching cock, and the garter belt, its straps digging into my hips, a constant reminder of her ownership. Beside it was Dave’s outfit—sheer black lace panties and thigh-high stockings, delicate and provocative, meant to strip him bare in more ways than one. Sarah stood before me, a goddess in a black leather bodysuit, the material clinging to her curves, a leather flogger in one hand, a coil of silk rope in the other. Her eyes burned with dominance, and I was already hers, my body trembling with anticipation.

“You’re my perfect pet,” she said, her voice low and commanding, circling me as I stood by the bed, my cock throbbing in the lace. “And tonight, Dave’s joining you in my world. Completely mine.” She trailed the flogger’s tails over my chest, the leather teasing my skin, making me shiver. “Kneel.”

I dropped to my knees, the thong shifting, my cock leaking into the fabric as I waited, head bowed, for her next move. The doorbell rang, and Sarah’s smirk widened, dark and promising. “Stay,” she ordered, heading downstairs to get Dave. My heart raced, the memory of his cock inside me last time—thick, relentless, guided by Sarah’s will—making my body ache for what was coming.

I heard their voices—Sarah’s sultry authority, Dave’s low, nervous laugh—and then footsteps climbing the stairs. When they entered, Dave’s eyes locked on me, kneeling in the crimson lace, the garters framing my exposed skin. He wore a tight black t-shirt and jeans, his bulge already straining, but his grin faltered when he saw the black lace panties and stockings on the bed. “Bloody hell, Sarah,” he said, his voice thick with nerves and intrigue. “What’s this about?”

Sarah stepped behind him, her hands on his hips, her lips brushing his ear. “You’re one of us tonight, Dave,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Strip. You’re wearing these.” She held up the black lace panties, dangling them provocatively, and Dave’s face flushed, his eyes flicking to me, then back to her.

“Seriously?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly, but his cock twitched visibly in his jeans, betraying his arousal. Sarah’s flogger trailed over his chest, teasing through his shirt, and he groaned, his hesitation crumbling.

“Do it,” she commanded, her voice a velvet whip. “Or you don’t play.” Dave swallowed hard, then complied, peeling off his clothes, his lean, wiry frame exposed as he stepped into the black lace panties, the sheer fabric hugging his hips, his hard cock straining against it. He slid on the stockings, the material clinging to his legs, transforming him into something vulnerable, submissive, and undeniably hot.

“Fuck, mate,” I said, my voice hoarse, my cock throbbing at the sight of him—laced-up, nervous, but clearly turned on, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Sarah circled him, her flogger grazing his ass, the lace panties leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Look at my sissy boys,” she purred, her voice dripping with approval. “So pretty, so mine.” She pushed Dave to his knees beside me, her hand firm on his neck. “Hands behind your backs.” We obeyed, and she bound our wrists with the silk rope, the soft material tight and unyielding, anchoring us to her will. The flogger teased my thighs, then Dave’s, the leather tails brushing the lace, making us both shiver.

“You’re mine tonight,” Sarah said, her voice a blend of dominance and promise. “No coming until I allow it. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, my submission complete, my body hers. Dave echoed me, his voice shakier but eager. “Yes, Mistress.”

The flogger snapped against my ass, the sting sharp and delicious, making me gasp, my cock grinding into the thong. Another snap landed on Dave, and he moaned, his body tensing, the black lace panties soaked with pre-cum. Sarah alternated, the leather flogger’s blows precise and stinging, each one pushing us deeper into her control, our moans blending in the air.

“You love this, don’t you, sissies?” she said, her hand stroking my cock through the lace, then Dave’s, her touch light but maddening, keeping us on edge. She grabbed the lube and the thick, curved dildo, slicking it generously. “Dave, you first,” she said, kneeling behind him, pulling the lace panties aside, and pressing the dildo against his entrance. She slid it in slowly, and Dave groaned, his hips rocking back, the stockings shifting as he surrendered to the sensation.

“Fuck, Mistress,” he gasped, his voice raw, his body trembling as she fucked him with the dildo, her other hand stroking his cock through the lace, matching her thrusts. She turned to me, her eyes glinting, and pulled the dildo from Dave, moving to me. The toy was warm as she pressed it against my entrance, sliding it in with a slow, relentless push, the curve hitting my prostate, making me cry out, my body arching against the restraints.

Sarah alternated, fucking us both with the dildo, her hand stroking one while the toy worked the other, her voice a filthy stream of dominance. “My perfect sissy sluts,” she said, thrusting the dildo deeper into me, her fingers squeezing my cock through the thong. “Taking it so well, begging for my control.” Dave’s moans grew desperate, his body rocking back against the toy when it was his turn, his eyes locked on me, dark with need.

She set the dildo aside, grabbing two vibrating cock rings, slipping one onto my cock, the buzz sending a jolt through me, keeping me teetering on the edge without release. She did the same to Dave, his groan loud and desperate as the vibration hit him, his cock pulsing in the lace. “Dave, you’re going to fuck him now,” she said, untying his wrists but leaving mine bound. “Show me how much you want to please me.”

Dave moved behind me, his hands gripping my hips, fingers catching the garter straps, his black lace panties rubbing against my thighs. “You good, mate?” he asked, his voice rough but checking in, his confidence tempered by a flicker of nerves.

“Fuck, yes,” I gasped, the cock ring driving me wild, my body aching for him. Sarah slicked Dave’s cock with lube, guiding him to my entrance, her hand firm and commanding. “Fuck him,” she ordered, and Dave thrust in, his cock thicker than the dildo, stretching me, filling me completely. I moaned, loud and desperate, the ropes holding me helpless as he moved, his thrusts slow at first, then faster, his confidence surging under Sarah’s gaze.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Dave groaned, his hands gripping my hips, his cock hitting my prostate with every thrust, the lace of his panties brushing my skin. Sarah knelt beside me, her flogger snapping against my ass, the sting sharp and perfect, her hand stroking my cock through the thong, the vibration of the cock ring pushing me to the edge. “You’re my sissy slut,” she said, her voice dripping with dominance. “Taking his cock like you were born for it.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I screamed out, my body trembling, the pleasure overwhelming—Dave’s cock, the sting of the flogger, the relentless buzz. Dave’s thrusts grew harder, his moans mingling with mine, his hands digging into the garter straps. Sarah kissed me, her tongue claiming mine, then kissed Dave, her hand guiding his rhythm, her control absolute.

“Come when I say,” she commanded, her voice a sharp blade. She removed my cock ring, her hand stroking fast and hard, then did the same for Dave, her fingers brushing his cock as he fucked me. “Now,” she said, her voice breaking us. I came with a shout, my cock erupting, cum soaking the crimson lace, spilling over her hand as my body convulsed, the ropes creaking. Dave followed, his groan guttural, his cum filling me, hot and deep, his thrusts slowing as he shuddered, the lace panties clinging to his sweat-damp skin.

Sarah eased us down, untying my wrists with gentle fingers, massaging the marks as we collapsed, panting, Dave beside me, his black lace disheveled, his grin dazed but satisfied. “Bloody hell, Sarah,” he said, his voice hoarse, a shaky laugh escaping him. “You’re fuckin’ unreal.”

Sarah curled up between us, her leather bodysuit creaking, her hand resting possessively on my chest. “You both pleased me,” she said, her voice warm but still commanding. “But Dave…” She turned to him, her eyes glinting with wicked intent. “You’re not done.”

His brow furrowed, his grin faltering. “What’s that mean?” he asked, his voice tinged with that old nervousness, his cock twitching in the lace.

Sarah stood, grabbing his clothes and tossing them into a corner. “You’re going home like that,” she said, pointing to the black lace panties and stockings, soaked and clinging to his body. “My broken sissy, marked as mine. Drive home, feel the lace, remember who owns you.”

Dave’s eyes widened, his face flushing, but his cock stirred, betraying his arousal at the humiliation. “You’re serious?” he asked, his voice cracking, but there was a spark of excitement in his eyes, his submission to her complete.

“Dead serious,” Sarah said, her tone unyielding. She leaned down, kissing him softly, then harder, her hand brushing his cock through the lace, making him groan. “Keep them on until I say. Next time, I’ll have you both tied up, taking turns fucking each other while I watch, my flogger marking you as mine.”

Dave stood, the lace panties and stockings making him look vulnerable, broken, and undeniably hers. He grabbed his keys, his grin shaky but eager. “Fuck, Sarah,” he said, his voice thick with awe. “I’m… I’m in.” He hesitated, then headed for the door, his steps tentative, the lace clinging to him as he left, a sissy claimed by Sarah’s will.

Sarah returned to me, curling up beside me, her hand stroking my lace-covered chest. “You loved seeing him like that, didn’t you?” she said, her voice warm with satisfaction, her fingers teasing my nipple through the thong.

“Fuck, yeah,” I admitted, my body still buzzing, my mind reeling at the image of Dave—laced-up, broken, hers—driving home in the night. “You’re gonna destroy us.”

Her laugh was pure sin, her eyes promising more. “Oh, pet,” she said, kissing me, her tongue teasing mine. “I’m just warming up."

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By *auraTV/TS
3 weeks ago

Rugby

Better each time.

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By *ocalsucker OP Man
2 weeks ago

Launceston

The memory of Dave driving home in those black lace panties and stockings, marked as Sarah’s “broken sissy,” lingered in my mind all week, my cock stirring every time I thought of her dominance, her flogger, his submission. Sarah had been relentless since, dropping filthy hints about our next encounter, her eyes glinting with that wicked promise of pushing us further. On Tuesday, I overheard her on the phone with Dave, her voice low and commanding. “Wednesday, after you clean the windows,” she said. “Buy a sissy maid outfit—frilly, slutty, black and white. Wear it under your work clothes. If you obey, I’ll break you properly this time.” Her laugh sent a jolt through me, my cock hardening at the thought of what she had planned.

Wednesday evening, I returned from work to what I thought was an empty house, the windows gleaming from Dave’s earlier visit. My heart raced with anticipation, expecting Sarah to have something waiting, but the house was quiet—too quiet. Then I heard it: a muffled groan from upstairs, raw and desperate. I climbed the stairs, my pulse pounding, and pushed open the bedroom door, my breath catching at the sight before me.

Dave was sprawled on our bed, his arms and legs tied to the corners with thick black ropes, his body taut and exposed. He wore a sissy maid outfit—black satin with white lace trim, the frilly skirt hitched up to reveal sheer black panties, his cock hard and straining against the lace, his thighs framed by garter straps and fishnet stockings. His face was flushed, his eyes half-lidded with a mix of arousal and humiliation, a low groan escaping his lips. Sarah knelt beside him, her black leather corset and thigh-high boots making her look like a goddess of control, her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him hard and fast into a condom stretched tight over his tip. Three other condoms hung tied to the headboard, each filled with varying amounts of his cum, glistening in the candlelight.

My cock twitched in my jeans, a confusing mix of arousal and shock hitting me. Sarah was milking the window cleaner, her sissy maid, without me knowing, and I wasn’t sure if I felt jealous, betrayed, or just fucking turned on. Her eyes met mine, dark and triumphant, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “Welcome home, pet,” she purred, her voice dripping with dominance as she pumped Dave’s cock, his hips bucking, another groan tearing from his throat as he came, filling the fourth condom with thick spurts of cum.

“Fuck,” Dave gasped, his body shuddering, his cock twitching in Sarah’s hand as she expertly milked every drop. “Sarah… Mistress…” His voice was raw, broken, his sissy maid outfit disheveled, the lace panties soaked with pre-cum.

“Perfect,” Sarah said, removing the condom with a slow, deliberate tug, tying it off and hanging it with the others. She turned to me, her flogger in hand, her eyes burning with command. “Clean up this pathetic sissy maid,” she ordered, pointing to Dave’s now-limp cock, still glistening with traces of cum.

I didn’t hesitate, my submission to her complete, my cock hardening as I knelt between Dave’s spread legs. I took his softening cock in my mouth, my tongue swirling over the head, tasting the salty remnants of his cum, the lace of his panties brushing my chin. Dave moaned, his body twitching, overstimulated but helpless in the ropes. My cock hard in my jeans, the act of cleaning him, humiliating him under Sarah’s gaze, pushing me deeper into her control.

“Perfect,” Sarah purred, her flogger trailing over my back, the leather teasing my skin. “Such a good pet, cleaning up my dirty sissy.” She stood, grabbing a new lingerie set from the dresser—a crimson lace thong and garter belt, identical to the ones I loved. “Now let Dave recover a little,” she said, tossing the set to me. “Put this on.”

I stripped, my cock springing free, hard and aching, and slid into the thong, the lace hugging my cock, the garter straps biting into my hips. Sarah’s eyes raked over me, approving, possessive. “Good boy,” she said, then pointed to the door. “Now go get me a drink. Whiskey, neat.”

I obeyed, my heart racing, the thong shifting with every step as I fetched her drink from the kitchen. When I returned, Dave was untied, on all fours on the bed, his sissy maid skirt hitched up, exposing his hole, the black lace panties pulled down to his thighs, his fishnet stockings taut against his legs. His face was pressed into the sheets, his ass raised, vulnerable and ready. Sarah took the whiskey, sipping it casually, her flogger in her other hand, her eyes glinting with control.

“Dave, suck his cock,” she commanded, her voice sharp. “Get him hard.” Dave crawled forward, his movements shaky but obedient, his lips wrapping around my cock through the crimson lace, sucking slow and deep. I moaned, my hands fisting in his hair, the sensation of his warm, wet mouth and the lace driving me wild. He worked me expertly, his tongue swirling, his sissy maid outfit rustling, until my cock was rock hard, straining against the thong.

Sarah set her drink down, grabbing one of the condoms from the headboard, the cum inside thick and cold. She untied it, pouring the contents over my cock, the slick, sticky mess coating me, acting as lube. “Fuck him,” she ordered, her voice unrelenting. “Fuck this pathetic sissy maid hard.”

I moved behind Dave, his hole exposed, glistening with lube Sarah had applied. I gripped his hips, the lace of his panties brushing my fingers, and thrust in, my cock sliding easily with his cum as lube, filling his needy ass. Dave moaned, loud and desperate, his body rocking back against me as I fucked him hard and fast, the garter straps digging into my hips, my cock throbbing with every thrust.

Sarah stood beside us, her flogger snapping against Dave’s ass, making him yelp, his hole clenching around me. “You’re a pathetic, useless cunt of a sissy,” she said, her voice dripping with venomous delight, her flogger snapping again. “Taking his cock like a whore, dressed in your frilly little outfit.” Dave’s moans grew louder, his humiliation fueling his arousal, his cock twitching in the lace panties.

I fucked him harder, my hands gripping his hips, the cum-lube slick and filthy, my own release building. “Fuck, Dave,” I groaned, my thrusts relentless, my cock pulsing inside him. Sarah’s hand stroked my back, her flogger snapping against my ass now, the sting pushing me over the edge. I came with a shout, streams of my cum shooting deep into Dave’s ass, my body shuddering as I filled him.

Sarah pushed me back, flipping Dave onto his back, his legs spread, my cum leaking from his hole, dripping down his thighs. His sissy maid skirt was bunched up, his lace panties pulled down, his fishnet stockings disheveled. Sarah grabbed the remaining condoms from the headboard, their contents thick and cold, and knelt beside him, her eyes burning with dominance. “Open your mouth, sissy,” she ordered, her voice sharp.

Dave hesitated, his eyes wide, his face flushed with humiliation, but her flogger snapped against his thigh, making him flinch. “Do it,” she said, and he opened his mouth, his breath shaky. She poured the first condom’s contents into his mouth, the thick cum coating his tongue, and he gagged slightly, then swallowed, his eyes locked on hers, his submission complete. She did the same with the second, then the third, forcing him to swallow every drop, his face a mix of shame and arousal, his cock twitching in the lace.

“Now clean his ass,” Sarah commanded, pointing to Dave’s hole, still leaking my cum. I hesitated for a split second, but her eyes burned into me, her flogger raised, and I obeyed, kneeling between Dave’s legs, my tongue flicking out to rim his pulsing hole. The taste of my cum, mixed with lube, was filthy and intoxicating, and I licked deeper, sucking gently, making Dave moan, his body trembling, overstimulated and broken.

Sarah stood over us, her flogger trailing over my back, her voice dripping with triumph. “Good pets,” she purred. “My pathetic sissy maid, cleaned and used, and my perfect pet, so eager to please.” She set the flogger down, grabbing Dave’s clothes and tossing them at him. “You’re going home like that,” she told him, pointing to the sissy maid outfit, the black lace panties and fishnet stockings soaked and disheveled. “My broken sissy, marked as mine. Drive home, feel the lace, remember who owns you.”

Dave’s eyes widened, his face flushing, but his cock stirred in the panties, his humiliation fueling a lingering arousal. “Sarah… Mistress,” he stammered, his voice cracked, but there was a spark of acceptance in his eyes. She leaned down, kissing him softly, her tongue tasting the cum on his lips, then handed him his keys. “Go,” she said, her tone unyielding. “Keep it on until I say.”

He stood, the frilly maid skirt swaying, the lace panties clinging to his body, his steps tentative as he headed for the door, a broken sissy claimed by Sarah’s will. She curled up beside me, her leather corset creaking, her hand stroking my crimson lace-covered chest. “You loved that, didn’t you?” she said, her voice warm with satisfaction, her fingers teasing my nipple through the thong.

“Fuck, yeah,” I admitted, my body still buzzing, my mind reeling at the image of Dave—frilly, broken, hers—driving home in the night. “You’re gonna destroy us.”

Her laugh was pure sin, her eyes promising more. “Oh, pet,” she said, kissing me, her tongue teasing mine. “Next time, I’ll have you both in collars, chained to my bed, taking turns pleasing me while I whip you raw.” Her hand squeezed my cock, stirring it back to life. “And maybe I’ll make you drink each other’s cum next.”

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By *ohnny 51Man
2 weeks ago

Middlewich

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By *TRAPON BOSSTV/TS
2 weeks ago

Waterford and Dublin

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By *heshguy2024Man
2 weeks ago

Widnes / Runcorn

Wow x

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By *atchmo_Jizz!Man
2 weeks ago

Wolverhampton

What fantastic writing and a very horny story!

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By *ocalsucker OP Man
2 weeks ago

Launceston

Sarah’s control had tightened like a noose since that Wednesday when she’d broken Dave, sending him home in his sissy maid outfit, his black lace panties and fishnet stockings marking him as her pathetic, owned slut. The memory of his cum-soaked lips, my tongue cleaning his fucked-out hole, and her wicked laughter haunted my dreams, my cock twitching at the thought of her next move. She’d upped the ante, locking both Dave and me in tight metal cock cages the next day, the cold steel gripping our cocks, preventing full erections, a constant fucking torment. She’d also decreed we wear lingerie daily—me in the crimson lace thong and garter belt, the straps biting my hips, the lace teasing my caged cock; Dave in a rotation of slutty outfits, from his sissy maid skirt to sheer black panties and stockings, his wiry frame transformed into her perfect sissy bitch.

“Every day,” Sarah had ordered, her voice dripping with sadistic glee, “you jerk off into condoms. Save every fucking drop until I’m ready to use it. Disobey, and I’ll whip your sorry asses raw.” She’d handed us a box of condoms each, her eyes glinting as she locked the cages, ensuring our cocks were hers to control. Dave was on call, his phone buzzing with her commands at all hours—clean the windows, run errands, or just show up to be her plaything. I was no better, my life revolving around her whims, my caged cock aching under the lace, my balls heavy with denied release.

By Friday, I’d stashed six condoms in a locked box under the bed, each filled with thick, warm cum from my daily struggle, the cage making it a fucking ordeal to get off. Dave, from what Sarah hinted, was doing the same, his nervous texts to her confirming his obedience. That evening, she summoned us both to the bedroom, her voice over the phone a sharp command: “Get your sissy asses here. Now.”

I arrived first, my crimson lace thong and garter belt already on, the cock cage a cruel weight between my legs. The bedroom was a den of her dominance—candles flickering, a low bassline banging, and a new addition: a steel chain tethered to the bed’s headboard, ready to bind us. Sarah stood in a black leather catsuit, the material clinging to her like a second skin, a flogger in one hand, a riding crop in the other, her eyes burning with sadistic intent. “Strip to your lingerie, pet,” she said, her voice a low growl. “Kneel.”

I obeyed, dropping to my knees, the thong shifting, the cage pinching my cock as I waited. Dave arrived minutes later, his face flushed, his work jeans and t-shirt hiding the sissy maid outfit she’d demanded—a black satin dress with white lace trim, frilly and short, barely covering the sheer black panties and fishnet stockings underneath. His cock cage bulged against the lace, his eyes darting nervously as he saw me kneeling, the chain glinting ominously.

“Fuckin’ pathetic,” Sarah said, circling Dave, her riding crop trailing over his ass, making him flinch. “Strip to your lingerie, sissy. Show me what a good little cunt you are.” Dave’s hands trembled, but he obeyed, peeling off his work clothes, revealing the maid outfit, the lace panties soaked with pre-cum, his caged cock straining. He knelt beside me, his breath uneven, his submission to her complete but still tinged with nerves.

Sarah grabbed the box of condoms from under the bed—mine and Dave’s, a dozen in total, each filled with our cum, some fresh, some cold and thick. She smirked, dangling one in front of us, the contents sloshing. “You’ve been good little sluts, saving your spunk for me,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “Now let’s see how much you can take.” She tethered our wrists to the chain above the headboard, the steel cold against my skin, binding us side by side, our caged cocks aching, our lingerie marking us as her toys.

She unlocked my cock cage first, my cock springing free, hard and leaking into the crimson lace thong. The relief was fucking torture, my balls aching from days of denial. She did the same to Dave, his cock straining against the black lace panties, his moan desperate as she stroked him once, then stopped, leaving him twitching. “No coming until I say,” she warned, her riding crop snapping against my thigh, then Dave’s, the sting sharp and fucking delicious. We both gasped, our bodies trembling, the lace teasing our oversensitive skin.

Sarah grabbed a thick, curved dildo, slicking it with lube. “Dave, you’re first, you useless sissy cunt,” she said, pulling his panties aside and pressing the dildo against his hole. He groaned, his body arching as she slid it in, slow and deep, fucking him with deliberate thrusts, his cock leaking into the lace. “Look at you,” she sneered, her crop snapping against his ass, making him yelp. “A pathetic maid, taking it like a whore.” She fucked him hard, her other hand stroking my cock through the thong, keeping me on edge, my moans mingling with Dave’s.

She pulled the dildo from Dave, moving to me, the toy still warm as she pressed it against my hole, sliding it in with a relentless push. “Fuck, Mistress,” I gasped, the curve hitting my prostate, sending shocks through me, my cock bursting in the lace. She fucked me with the same intensity, her crop snapping against my ass, the sting pushing me deeper into submission. “You’re my dirty little slut,” she said, her voice venomous, her hand squeezing my cock, the thong soaked with pre-cum.

Sarah set the dildo aside, grabbing one of Dave’s condoms, the cum thick and cold. She poured it over my cock, the sticky mess coating me, and handed Dave a fresh bottle of lube. “Fuck him,” she ordered, her voice sharp. “Fuck this sissy pet with your pathetic cock.” Dave’s eyes widened, his nervousness flickering, but his cock was rock hard, eager despite his hesitation. He slicked himself with lube, pulling my thong aside, and thrust in, his cock thick and hot, filling my ass, the cum-lube making it slick and filthy.

“Fuck, mate,” Dave groaned, his hands gripping my hips, the garter straps digging in as he fucked me, hard and fast, guided by Sarah’s commands. “Harder, you useless cunt,” she snapped, her flogger lashing his ass, making him moan, his thrusts deepening, hitting my prostate with every stroke. My cock hurt, leaking into the lace, Sarah’s hand stroking me, keeping me on the edge without release. “Look at you,” she sneered, her flogger snapping against my thighs. “Two sissy sluts, fucking like whores for me.”

I moaned, my body trembling, the chain creaking as Dave fucked me, his cock relentless, his black lace panties rubbing against my thighs. Sarah’s flogger lashed us both, the pain blending with pleasure, pushing us higher. “Please, Mistress,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Let me come.” Dave echoed me, his thrusts erratic, his moans desperate. “Fuck, Sarah… Mistress, please.”

“Not yet,” she said, her voice cruel, pouring another condom’s contents over Dave’s cock as he fucked me, the cold cum dripping down my ass, filthy and degrading. She finally nodded, her flogger snapping hard against Dave’s ass. “Now,” she commanded. I came with a shout, my cock erupting, cum soaking the crimson lace, spilling over her hand as my body convulsed. Dave followed, his groan guttural, his cum shooting deep into my ass, hot and thick, his thrusts slowing as he shuddered.

Sarah wasn’t done. She untied us, pushing Dave onto his back, his sissy maid skirt bunched up, his lace panties soaked. She grabbed the remaining condoms—eight in total, filled with our cum—and knelt beside him, her eyes burning with sadistic glee. “Open your mouth, you pathetic sissy cunt,” she ordered, her flogger snapping against his thigh. Dave hesitated, his face flushing, his eyes wide with humiliation, but her glare silenced him. He opened his mouth, and she poured the first condom’s contents onto his tongue, thick and cold, forcing him to swallow, his gag muffled by her command. She did it again, then again, making him drink every drop, his face a mix of shame and arousal, his cock twitching in the lace.

“Now clean his ass,” she said, pointing to my hole, still leaking Dave’s cum. Dave’s eyes flickered with hesitation, but her flogger snapped against his ass, hard, making him yelp. “Do it, you useless slut,” she snarled. He crawled between my legs, his tongue flicking out, tentative at first, rimming my leaking hole, tasting his own cum mixed with lube. I moaned, my cock stirring despite the intensity, as he licked deeper, sucking gently, his sissy maid outfit rustling, his submission complete under Sarah’s gaze.

Sarah stood, her flogger trailing over Dave’s back, her voice dripping with triumph. “Good sissy,” she purred. “My broken, filthy cunt.” She grabbed his clothes, tossing them to him. “You’re going home like that,” she said, pointing to the sissy maid outfit, the black lace panties and fishnet stockings soaked with cum and sweat. “Drive home, you pathetic bitch, and feel how fucking owned you are.”

Dave’s face flushed, his cock stirring in the lace despite his humiliation, his eyes dazed but accepting. “Yes, Mistress,” he said, his voice cracked, standing shakily, the frilly skirt swaying as he grabbed his keys. Sarah kissed him, her tongue tasting the cum on his lips, then pushed him toward the door, his steps tentative, a broken sissy claimed by her will.

She curled up beside me, her leather catsuit creaking, her hand stroking my crimson lace-covered chest. “You fucking loved that, didn’t you, pet?” she said, her voice warm but commanding, her fingers teasing my nipple through the thong.

“Fuck, yes,” I admitted, my body buzzing, my mind reeling at the image of Dave—frilly, broken, hers—driving home in his sissy maid outfit. “You’re gonna fucking ruin us.”

Her laugh was pure, sadistic sin, her eyes promising more. “Oh, you little slut,” she said, kissing me, her tongue claiming mine. “Next time, I’ll collar you both, chain you to my feet, and make you drink each other’s cum while I whip your sorry asses until you scream.” Her hand squeezed my caged cock, stirring it back to life despite the steel. “And maybe I’ll parade you around, my sissy cunts, for everyone to see.”

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By *ature boyMan
2 weeks ago

Erdington

Mmm very sexy

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By *ohnny 51Man
2 weeks ago

Middlewich

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By *aney RopesTV/TS
2 weeks ago

Gourock

More please

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By *averick20000TV/TS
2 weeks ago

Beverley

This is a fantasy of a lot of people, great job

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By *harlotte39cdTV/TS
2 weeks ago

rochester

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By *atchmo_Jizz!Man
2 weeks ago

Wolverhampton

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By *ack327Man
2 weeks ago

Mere

Brilliant story so good to read.

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