The Training of a Transsexual

THE TRAINING OF A TRANSSEXUAL…PART 6

                                                                       BY MISS PISS

       Two days later on a Sunday afternoon, I caught Isabelle in the common room with light pink wrapping paper, tape, pink gift bags, and an assortment of little baby clothes and stuffed animals spread out neatly on the floor. I sat down on the floor next to her, picking up an adorable violet purple white polka-dotted dress and the tiny matching purple boots that came with it.

       “Aw, this is so cute!” I grinned. “Who’s having the baby?”

       “I’m having the baby,” Isabelle smiled.

       “You better be joking!” I laughed.

       “Hehe, my friend Stephanie is having a baby girl. She’s about 8 months pregnant now. Mia and I are going to drop by her house today and give her a private baby shower just between the three of us.”

       “Do I know Stephanie? I don’t think you ever told me about her.”

       “Well, I sort of did. Remember the redhead I mentioned to you, the one I had my first threesome with.”

       “Yes I remember that.”

       “This is the same Stephanie.”

       “Oh really?”

       “Yes, we’ve still kept in touch,” she winked.

       “Literally I bet,” I giggled. “How did you meet her?”

       “My ex introduced me to her while we were out for lunch. I was aware that he was going to bring a girl who would be part of our first threesome. She and I clicked immediately when we met and I was surprised at how attracted I was to her. The biggest surprise was that eventually I found out that my ex was cheating on me with Stephanie. Today they’re married and are expecting their first child.”

       “Damn, that must be awkward Izzy. And you’re still friends?”

       “Yes, surprisingly. It was a bitch during the time, but we overcame the drama and have kept in touch ever since.” 

       “It’s very sweet that you and Mia are throwing her a baby shower.”

       “Would you like to come along with us?”

       “Sure, I’d love to…”

       Fuck, the thoughts that were swirling in my brain. I contained my composure as I thought for a tiny moment about Isabelle and Stephanie in the threesome. I repressed myself from not imagining what had happened, but I was already wet nonetheless without even touching myself or day dreaming about it.

       “Would you mind helping me wrap these gifts? As soon as we’re done and when Mia is out of the shower, we can go.”

       “Sure, not a problem.”

       While I helped her wrap the presents in the pretty pink boxes and gift bags, of course my mind wandered in its horniest mode. Isabelle on the other hand thought about babies. I saw her face glow with this blossoming smile as she looked at each baby gift one at a time before they were going to be wrapped. Her eyes held onto the image of them as if she would never see anything that cute and adorable again.

       “Do you ever think about having children one day Stella?” she asked tenderly.

       I was slightly caught off guard by that question.

       “Well, I never thought about it,” I shrugged. “Never been around babies that much to even think about having one or two of my own. If I do, I obviously have to have them before I get my sex change. I can’t see that happening though. I want a husband, but I don’t need or really want to have children.”

       “That’s a shame. You’d have the most beautiful children.”

       “Thank you my dear, so will you. I bet you’ll have five or six of them, create a football team.”

       “I probably will,” she chuckled. “I’m not sure if I’ve ever asked you this, but…do you know when you’ll be getting a sex change?”

       “Well, I first have to go through psychological treatment so I can be diagnosed with ‘gender identity disorder.’ With my therapist’s approval I’ll have the rights to finally change my name and my sex legally and then undergo a sex change. It’s not exactly a cake walk, it will cost me a fortune and unfortunately I barely have enough money to afford any of it right now.”

       “If you need some money Stella I will be glad to help…”

       “No,” I stated sternly. “I want to independently earn and save the money on my own, no matter what I have to do or how long it will take.”

       “You’ve always been lil’ miss independent,” she smiled. “That’s a good thing.”

       “How’s the gift wrapping going,” chimed in Mia, who suddenly walked in, holding a large silver blue handbag. She had just finished showering, smelling like lilac and honey, and got changed into a simple short and sweet devil red dress with red boots, looking so cute and lively. Her hair was long and flowing down her back with soft curls at the ends, her lips lightly colored with red lipstick, and her flawless face stripped off of makeup, all pure, glowing, and natural. As usual, she was drop-dead gorgeous.

       “We’re just about done,” Isabelle grinned.

       Mia plopped down on her lap, wrapping her arms around her waist and kissing her cheek. I picked up the access wrapping paper and tape on the floor, making the area nice and clean again as she and Isabelle was having a little chat.

       “I’m so excited!” Mia squeaked. “I love babies. I’ve always wanted a baby girl.”

       “Would you want to have more children baby?” Isabelle asked.

       “Oh yes, the more the merrier! Oskar would love to have a few more half-siblings.”

       “I bet he would. Well, I think we’re about ready. Did you pack all the stuff with you?”

       “Yes, I have it in this bag here.”

       I didn’t want to be nosey by asking what was inside that bag and why it had such importance. It’s never polite to ask a lady, even those that I know so well. I bit my lower lip, thinking of the contents that might be inside it: eggplants, squashes, dildos, butt plugs, and vibrators. Any sex toy that was meant for easy travel, it was packed in that bag. On the other hand, I thought, they wouldn’t carry such things with them to a baby shower of all places, especially since me and Stephanie’s husband would be there.

       “Stella is going to come with us too.”

       “Yay, that’s great. Do you think Stephanie will mind?”

       “No not at all, she likes having guests over.”

       “I’ll feel bad if I don’t get her a present as well,” I blushed.

       “Don’t worry about it. She probably has plenty.”

       We all gathered the presents and then went into Isabelle’s car. She drove us to Stephanie’s place, which was about half an hour away from where we lived. Her house was also situated in the suburbs. The neighborhood was beautiful, quiet, and safe. It was the perfect place for housewives to raise their truckload of children and their businessmen husbands to come back to them after a long day’s work. Everything about the area reminded you of an old-fashioned, squeaky clean suburbia where nobody would think that the people their had secret love affairs, committed adultery, or simply hated each other for whatever superficial reason it would be. It seemed too perfect to be real.

       When we got up the driveway of Stephanie’s home, I saw a young woman’s face looking out the window through the blinds. I suspected that was Stephanie herself.

       “Aw, I can see her waiting for us anxiously,” Isabelle smiled.

        There was a splash of cheekiness in her voice. It sounded naughty and sweet at the same time. Throughout the entire ride, I didn’t know exactly what to think. My heart was pounding so hard that it hurt; that pain made me all the more hot and eager. I laid my hands over my crotch just so my protruded boner wouldn’t be noticed against my skirt. Keep it together girl, I told myself. You are going to a baby shower, not a brothel. I knew I had to calm down quick before I could even face Stephanie. It was hard. After all, the woman was eight months pregnant. No matter how she looked, whether she was fat, ugly, short, or too tall, in my eyes she was going to be the hottest bitch in the world to me. Keep it together girl, I chanted to myself in my head over and over.

       When we got out of the car, I carried three of the baby presents while Isabelle and Mia held the rest of them. When we got to the front door, we didn’t even have to ring the doorbell; Stephanie opened the door for us. She had one of the most amazing smiles I’ve ever seen on a lady. She had perfectly straight and pearly white teeth and such perky, full rosy pink lips. Her hair was a luxurious strawberry blonde, cut short, reaching down to her shoulders. Her eyes were as bright green as Isabelle’s and her skin was as pale and divine as Mia’s. She wasn’t a very tall woman, just reaching about 5’4.” Her smooth and flawless face was sassy and feline-like, uniquely sexy with a Lolita-like charm. Her smile was innocence; her eyes were dirty sex, I could tell. The image she portrayed in her style, appearance, and attitude was definitely angelic, soccer mom, which overshadowed the sexual inner and outer beast in her. Therefore, nobody would have expected that she was a freak. She was probably liked, admired, and looked upon by every wife and mom in the neighborhood. When I first gazed my eyes on her, I stared instantly at her stomach. It was a huge and round watermelon belly; it was out like a sore thumb through her tiny and petite figure. Her simple and sexy pink dress brought out the beauty of that glorious pregnant belly, showing some cleavage at the top with the straps naturally hanging down off her shoulders slightly. Her breasts were round and huge. They didn’t exactly proportion with her small body. It was probably her pregnancy that caused them to grow larger than she probably expected. Nonetheless, it was instantly hot and eye-catching, especially those nipples, which I could see through the top of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which suggested that she sure wasn’t shy to show them off. They were the largest nipples that I’ve ever seen. They were so fucking hard that a slight breeze could make her orgasm multiple times. I was shaking with pleasure and nervousness when she spoke. My eyes couldn’t stop staring at those damn nipples.

       “Finally everyone is here!” she beamed, her voice ecstatic and overjoyed.

       “Look at you big mama!” Isabelle laughed, giving her a hug. Mia instantly rubbed Stephanie’s belly, looking just as excited as I was.

       “You look so fucking cute girl,” Mia smiled. “As cute as I was when I was pregnant with my baby Oskar.”

       I could tell that she and Stephanie had met before. Something in the way they looked at each other and smiled at each other reminded me of a shy and timid lust and passion that was going to burst like a bubble at some particular moment. I was nearly breaking a sweat as I stood there, grinning and acting calm, cool, and casual.

       “How’s that son of yours doing?” asked Stephanie, caressing her pregnant belly with her long and slender fingers.

       “He’s doing great the last time I talked to him. One day I will bring him here to America so you can meet him too.”

       “That would be so lovely,” she smiled, looking at me. “Oh, and you must be Stella.”

       I nodded quickly, the smile glued to my face.

       “Oh, did you know I was coming here today?”

       “No, I’ve just been told such good things about you and I recognize your face from a picture Izzy showed me. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

       “Same here.”

       I wanted to shake her hand, but my hands were full. I even wanted to kiss her cheek, but I was too nervous and high-strung.

       “I’m sorry that I’m keeping you all out here holding those gifts, come in!”

       We stepped into her house; it smelled of baked sweets and spiced apples. I was impressed by how big and spacious it was inside. The living room was gorgeous, very classy and simple. As you walked in you could see a long, winding midnight blue carpeted staircase that led to the second floor, which looked equally large and spacious. The overall appearance of the house from the kitchen, the fireplace, the carpet, the ceiling, and every piece of furniture was a lofty but humble reminder that her husband made a fine and rich living and that Stephanie embodied the cozy and inviting feel of it.

       “Looks like you and John are keeping up this place nice and well,” said Isabelle.

       “Yes, surprisingly,” chuckled Stephanie. “Sometimes the nanny helps us out though. I sure will need it after the baby is born.” 

       “Is Jonathan here?”

       “No, he’s in Florida on a week-long business trip. So I have the house all to myself.”

       We went into the living room and sat down together on the leather couch. I was sandwiched between Isabelle and Stephanie. We placed all of the baby presents on the glass coffee table, which already had a few other baby presents lying there in a proud display. Stephanie went into the kitchen and brought out some homemade cookies, milk, and chocolate truffles. I kept thinking how cute and adorable she was each time I looked at her. Everything about her from her glowing face, big smile, and sparkling laughter exuded the powerful feeling that she loved being preggers.

       When we all sat down and munched on the sweets, Stephanie couldn’t wait to open the presents; she dived into them before we could even say which present is from whom. She awed and cooed when she saw each gift, ecstatic and extremely happy. Mia and Isabelle worshiped Stephanie’s pregnant belly; they couldn’t stop caressing it with their hands and fingers. I sat there timidly, smiling as I was watching the three.

       “C’mon Stella, you can touch it, don’t be shy,” said Stephanie, who seemed to sense that I was very shy and slightly nervous.

       She held onto my right hand and pressed my palm against her perked up bellybutton. I trembled. It felt orgasmic to touch her round pregnant belly. It was the first time I touched a pregnant woman’s stomach. I couldn’t explain why it was very erotic to me. I held my breath ever so slightly so that nobody could hear me tremble or squeak.

       “Ah,” I gasped in shock. I felt a tiny kick stir in the tender core of her belly.

       “You feel her kicking?” whispered Stephanie. Her eyes melted into mine.

       “Y-yeah…” I breathed. I kept my hand there, feeling another kick inside of her.

       “W-what are you going to name the baby?” I asked.

       “Her name is going to be Natalie.”

       “That’s a pretty name.”

       “Thank you dear. Do you have any children?”

       “No.”

       “Do you want any some day?”

       “Can’t say I don’t, but I find pregnant women very sexy.”  

       I couldn’t believe that I confessed that. It was the first time that I ever made that statement out loud and heard it proud and confidently from my mouth in front of anybody. I wasn’t ashamed to admit it, but I felt so damn embarrassed. Plus, it felt strange to say that in front of a pregnant stranger.

       “That’s a sweet thing to say,” Stephanie awed. “I wish more people would pay that sort of compliment to a pregnant woman.”

       “I hope you won’t forget to tell me that when I’m pregnant one day Stella,” Isabelle giggled.

       “Yeah it’s quite a compliment,” Mia nodded. “When I was pregnant Thor would always worship my belly, and even made love to me while I was preggers, but he didn’t confess that I was sexy. Of course though, I knew he had thought it.”

       “You’re lucky. John thinks pregnant women should be fully clothed when they start to show. He doesn’t think pregnant women are sexy, especially in the nude.”

       “That’s a shame,” Isabelle smirked. “There’s nothing sexier than pregnant women, right Stella?”

       “Y-yes…”

       I hadn’t felt that shy and embarrassed in ages. I felt as if they were all feeding into my sexual fixation towards pregnant women and eating it up alive. I was almost sweating; I drank a cup of milk to cool myself down. Naturally they continued on with baby talk, talking about being at the hospital and giving birth, the pains of labor, the joys of holding the newborn baby for the first time, the intimate moments of breast feeding, and so on. I listened to Mia elaborating on her own experience, giving Stephanie suggestions and advice. I observed Isabelle who was engrossed in the entire conversation, dreamy-eyed by the thought of having children of her own one day. At the same time, my main attention was on Stephanie’s breasts. She was too deep in the conversation to notice that I was staring at them like a pervert. Her nipples looked good enough to eat; how lovely they’d probably taste if they were dipped in chocolate, honey, or semen. I never sucked a woman’s nipples before beside my mother’s, but the thought of feasting on Stephanie’s slightly aroused me. As I drank my cup of milk, I thought back two days ago when Isabelle and Mia used their kinky milk gun on each other. It was so hot and erotic; I would kill to watch them do it again. Now I was sitting there thinking about drinking the pure and natural breast milk from Stephanie’s round and plump breasts. Each bounce and jiggle reminded me of when my mother breast fed me until I was six years old. She couldn’t get enough of the pleasure from my teeth and my soft gums nibbling down into her hard nipples while my tongue lapped up her sweet and creamy booby nectar, oozing out so smooth and freely. I could remember it so clearly then. The amazing feeling of drinking from my mother’s breasts still remained as if it were now alive and well in my beating heart. If my mother allowed it to this day, I would still suck on her nipples and pretend that there was a drop of milk inside to warm my hungry belly and fulfill my needy heart. I crossed my legs; I felt my cock stirring again from its short-lived sleep. I felt the urge to get up and go to the restroom to play with it. Instead I ate a few more chocolate truffles and drank more milk, about three glasses full.

       “Wow, you’re quite thirsty Stella,” said Isabelle.

       “Hehe, I’m very parched.”

       “Would you like anything else to drink?” asked Stephanie. Her left boob almost popped out from the top of her dress as she leaned slightly, but she caught it in time.

       “No thanks, milk is fine,” I gulped.

       “I have plenty of it,” she laughed, doing the shimmy with her cleavage jokingly. I choked on my glass of milk; I instantly had the hardest boner of the day.

       “Are you okay?”

       “Yes, I’m fine,” I coughed. “That was a good one Stephanie…”

       “If you want more milk or anything else to drink, just let me know.”

       She winked at me. Was this woman teasing me? Was this cute little mama trying to seduce me? I thought about it. She acted like such an innocent and hospitable housewife for one moment but then came out with a cheeky and naughty statement the next. I remained cool and normal on the outside, but deep inside I wanted to fuck anything that moved. I observed Stephanie more, noticing how at times she placed her hand on Isabelle’s knee and Mia’s thigh while they were all laughing and talking about babies. There was no mention of sex of any kind, but I could feel it creeping in the most casual and tiniest of these women’s hand and eye movements. I didn’t know where to look; my eyes feasted on their breasts, their thighs, their eyes, their noses, their lips, and their smooth and tender skin. Any direction I turned, sex captivated my mind and I felt it illuminating all around me.

       “Where is your bathroom?” I asked Stephanie.

       “Upstairs to your left, you can’t miss it.”

       “Thank you sweetie.”

       I stood up and walked upstairs. I adjusted my purple thong as I walked up, pulling it to the side a little bit and caressing just the head of my throbbing cock. When I got to the top, I grew immensely curious. I didn’t want to go to the restroom right away; I wanted to explore every room that was up there. I went to the right hallway, which was large, spacious, and unlit. There were three closed doors. The first door leads to the entrance of the nursery. The walls were all in white with pink flower patterns scattered all over like a beautiful painting made especially for a baby princess. The curtains were a soft, dreamy pink; the drawers were white with pink-shaded lamps on top, the baby crib was decked all in pink bedding with huge pink blankets and teddy bears surrounding it, and right beside it was a white rocking chair padded for mommy and daddy’s comfort. I stayed in there for a few minutes, admiring it all, and then went to the next room.

       The second room was an office room, spacious and comfortable with wooden desks that had scattered folders and papers, a flat screened TV across from it, and a computer. It was obviously her husband’s study room; everything about the look and feel of it was that of a hardworking and untidy businessman. Nothing exciting or special to arouse my curiosity.

        I stepped into the third room. I closed the door behind me when I went inside. It was their bedroom. It was large and spacious with a red wine colored king sized bed, at least two windows that overlooked their backyard, a fireplace made of marble, another wide flat screened TV, and a marble floored bathroom with a Jacuzzi style bathtub. Their room looked sharp, classy, and romantic. They probably had lots of sex in their amazing bed and bathtub. I could almost smell the sex in their room even though it was filled with the scent of fruity after-shower body spray, cologne, and expensive perfume. The thought of them having sex on their bed aroused me. I had the uncontrollable urge to search through each of their clothes drawers. The top was Stephanie’s section. She had a lovely collection of panties. Plenty of them were seamless, sheer, made of silk or cotton, in a variety of pastel colors, light purples, blues, yellows, greens, whites, and pinks. There was not a single dark colored panty in sight, not even in red or black. Her husband must hate dark panties with a passion, I snickered. I bet that she would get quite the spanking if she did. I smelled some of them; most were quite fresh and clean, but some smelled so filthy and dirty. It was as if she soiled them especially for her husband when he was in the mood to sniff her stinky panties secretly when she was busy cleaning the house or cooking dinner. She wasn’t quite the innocent suburban housewife after all; she was as naughty as the rest of them. She smelled so fucking good. The scent in her panties, so full, tingly, and powerful, suggested that her pussy got wet quite often. I wanted to wear this gorgeous French-maid style panty that was pearly white and had dainty little thrills on the side. Fuck, how impolite of me it would be to do such a thing. But what the hell, I tried them on anyway; a second or two wouldn’t hurt. When I tried it on, my cock instantly melted into the comfortable and cozy fabric. I blushed at how pretty and sexy it looked on me. What a naughty little girl I was, wearing a total stranger’s underwear. It somehow felt a billion times more amazing than wearing Isabelle or Mia’s panties. I wanted to wear them all day until we went back home. I had a bit more decency than that; so sadly, I took them off, smelled them one last time, and put them back in their place. All the panties were put back, perfectly folded and smelling the same. The other half of her drawer had jeans, pants, shorts, cute little summer and winter tops, and a few T-shirts. Very cute, casual, completely innocent and proper for a house-wife. In her husband’s drawer, I dived into his collection of boxers and briefs. When I smelled them I nearly gagged with pleasure. It was the same sensation as I had when I’d smell Victor’s underwear. I absorbed the powerful scent of his masculinity, the odor of stale sweat, the stench of air-dried cum. My mind went into its dreamy state whenever it fell into the scent of a man. It was so powerful to me that a single whiff would make me feel like the ultimate female submissive whore who would do anything to please her man, her god, her master. I suddenly noticed that there was a portrait of Stephanie’s husband, John, in a small frame on top of the drawer. He looked to be almost 30 and Italian, with smooth and tanned skin, full lips, brown eyes, suave short black hair, and a face that exuded everything that was classy, romantic, and seductive, the whole package. By looking at him, I could imagine how gorgeous their baby was going to come out. I wished that he was there in person so I could have had a closer look at his handsomeness. His underwear fulfilled that needy desire. My cock was dripping wet with the thought of him wearing it. I bet he had a nice ass and a mighty large cock. Stephanie sure was a lucky girl; Isabelle was just as lucky to have had him once. I sniffed his underwear one last time, and then put it all back as they were before. Afterwards I walked into their closet. It was full of business suits, a few tuxedos, classy dresses, and some lingerie from Victoria’s Secrets. It all looked nice, but something about it was very innocent and ordinary. Where did they keep their toys, their lubricants, their porn, or erotica? Surely they had to have some in the room, I thought. There was no way that such a hot and steamy couple could be so plain and vanilla in bed. I searched everywhere, under their bed, deep in the back of their closet, in their bathroom, and again in their underwear and clothes drawer. There was nothing. Maybe they really were the typical vanilla suburban couple. I didn’t leave their room disappointed, but I was quite surprised that I didn’t find anything dirty and kinky.

        I went to the left hallway and opened the door on my right. Just when I thought that I was going into the restroom, I stepped into their hidden playground. The room was as large and spacious as their bedroom. The walls were painted in blood red with only one window. The blinds were completely shut. In one corner of the room stood a sex swing stand with a love swing. At another corner there was a silver polished steel table with a stripper pole on top. On the walls there were hooks that showcased a variety of spanking toys: three different colored thong whips (dark purple, blue, and red), a forest green tassel whip, a black cock ring whip, two bullwhips made of brown and red leather, a red flicker whip, a black and pink riding crop, a large and medium medal stud paddle, a medieval style prisoners heavy rope, some chains, fluffy floggers made of horse hair, and a cat-o-nine tails. I drooled over every item on the wall. Everything looked so expensive, divine, and beautifully crafted, made especially for them. The leather perfumed the entire room. It was enough to make any leather enthusiast go weak at the knees and surrender to the master and mistress of the house. I bowed down to their holiness.

       On a long glass table there was an array of sex toys out in display. The ones that caught my eye instantly were the dongs. These weren’t the average sized ones for pussies who couldn’t take a good pounding. One was a beige colored, vein textured realistic dildo of Ron Jeremy’s cock with a wide flared base. I don’t need to tell you how long that thing was. Another dong was a realistic dildo of Dick Rambone. The smallest dong was dark pink, eight inches long, and quite thick enough to pack a greedy cunt full to its limit. There were also one set of anal beads and two butt plugs, one which was made of glass and the other made of black rubber. The anal beads were the size of golf balls; it made my ass pucker at the sight of them. The rubber butt plug was so big and thick that it made me cringe. It was hard to imagine that a humongous thing like that could even squeeze into an asshole. The other plug was beautifully crafted in sensually smooth glass with an egg-shaped body. The flared based was circular, which allowed the toy to stand up on its own. I was in awe at the sight of these massive toys. Stephanie sure could pack a lot into her cunt and asshole. Looking at her and at that petite body, I never would have imagined that she was this much of a size whore. It made me horny beyond my expectations.

       Under the table there was a cute rectangular bright purple box with a lock and key. The lock was open; I flipped up the lid. Inside of the box there were more toys, such as an 11” purple rabbit vibrator with rotating metal beads and a clitoral tickler, a slick 7” g-spot vibrator, a few bullet and egg vibrators, 9” traditional vibes, a bondage rope, two pairs of red and black latex gloves, nipple clamps, a funnel, a few metal cock rings, some diamond studded pink, black, and white collars, 4-foot chained leashes, handcuffs, suspension cuffs, and three sets of lubricant.

       “What a slut you are Stephanie…” I whispered.

       I wondered why the dongs and butt plugs were laid out on the table instead of the other deliciously erotic toys that were in the box. Why did she leave the box unlocked with company coming over? Did she use those before we came and had forgotten to put them in their hidden place? Possibly? Maybe? I had no idea.

       There was one closet in the room. When I looked inside I nearly burst into an orgasm. It was a fetish dream that came true before my eyes. There were five latex dresses, all shiny in pink, black, purple, or red. The first was a pink ballerina style dress with flair at the skirt. The second was a red flamenco dress. The third was dark purple, full in the front but the bottom cut out in the back for easy spankage. The fourth screamed “bow down slave” with its black mistress silhouette, and the fifth was black and red, completely strict and militant. Two dresses were made out of black leather, hip-hugging, slick fitting, and kick-ass sexy. The most gorgeous beauties of all were the corsets and bustiers. There were five of them. The first was Victorian style, red as roses with a black trim. The second was a Dita corset, made of white satin with black satin bonding. The third was sheer pink with leather bonding on the back and some on the center. The fourth was Asian inspired, made of red satin with gold opulent details. It was one of the most sensual of the bunch. The last one was a white burlesque hourglass corset with white garter straps on the side. I loved them all. And lastly, there were costumes: two nurse outfits, a police cop, a naughty school girl, a sex kitten, and a military babe. Out of all of them, I was dearly in love with the nurse outfits. One was made of pastel green latex with a creamy white trim. The top appeared tight-fitted, the sleeves were short, and the pencil skirt was provocative and resilient; it could shape and contort into almost any body type, accentuating all the goods. The outfit also had an apron, a nurse’s hat made of creamy white rubber with the surgical red cross stitched on each one, and a pair of pastel green pumps to match the entire costume. The other nurse outfit was also made out of latex. It was pretty identical to the other, but carried a more innocent and sweet as candy design. It was light pink with a beautifully contrasted white trim, came with a nurse’s hat, and pink garter straps at the skirt. This also came with an adorable pair of pink pumps to flaunt its hot and dirty splendor.

         “Fuck…” I quivered, trembling at the beautiful sight of this amazing wardrobe. And those shoes, goddamn, they were the ultimate in high-heeled shoes and boots. There was a pair of leather ballet ankle boots with a heel height of over 9 inches. Not only was Stephanie a size whore, she was quite talented in the shoe department. Even I couldn’t walk in those shoes; it takes talent to achieve such a thing. The leather domme knee-high boots were amazing; they made a powerful statement of dominant women the world over. The last pair of boots were made of black leather as well and reached up to the ankles. I nearly pissed myself. The sight of everything in the room gave me a thrill. I wanted to try on every fetish outfit and shoe, punish every dong, butt plug, and vibrator, use every flogging toy to punish myself, and even take a spin on the stripper pole and the love swing. I was at home in this place. I wanted to stay there all day, but I knew I couldn’t stay in the room forever. It would feel extremely naughty of me to masturbate in there, let alone spoiling myself with their things. Being a good girl, I went to the restroom as intended. Naturally, after taking a piss, I wanked my cock just for a warm up, eager to cum and explode, but deciding that I should keep the orgasm all to myself for the time being. 

       I went back downstairs with half-soaked panties. I walked down slowly, being quiet and sneaky. I wanted to spy on the girls just for fun, having no thought in my mind that anything exciting was going to happen. I predicted that they were probably still talking about babies. When I stood against the wall and turned my head to get a peak at them, Stephanie was laid back on the couch, relaxed and happy. Isabelle sat next to her on the right and Mia sitting next to her on the left. They both had their hands on Stephanie’s large and proud belly, rubbing and tickling it with their fingers. Stephanie loved the feeling; she laughed charmingly, but something in it sounded orgasmic.

       “So how has John been in the bedroom lately?” Mia asked.

       “Well…since the last time you girls came, nothing has been going on,” Stephanie sighed. “He won’t fuck me because he thinks that it’s going to hurt the baby.”

       “That’s a bunch of bullocks,” cried Isabelle.

       “He won’t even give head to your lovely cunt?”

       “Sometimes, but he has never been really into that.”

       “You poor baby,” Mia cooed, tracing her fingertip against Stephanie’s pouty lip. “Maybe we can help…”

       Isabelle smiled and pressed her mouth against Stephanie’s ear, sliding her warm and moist tongue inside of it.

       “Ooh…,” Stephanie shivered. “I…I f-feel bad that you ladies are fulfilling my needs for these past few days more than John has done since I’ve been pregnant…”

       “That’s why we’re here,’ Mia grinned. “To finish what your husband won’t start.” She slid her slender hand down Stephanie’s belly and towards her crotch. She fondled it through her pink dress; the touch of her made Stephanie let out a trembling groan.

       “F-Fuck…”

       “Mmm, I love how horny being pregnant has made you,” Isabelle smirked. “The tiniest touch on any part of your body makes you want to cum like a filthy whore.”

       Mia lifted up Stephanie’s dress. She wore the cutest pair of sheer pink panties.

       “Oh darling, are you already wet?”

       Stephanie nodded; her face had the innocence of a naïve, uncorrupted teenager.  Mia rubbed and tapped three fingers against her panty covered pussy, right beneath her cunt hole. Each tap made Stephanie let out such loud and pleasure filled moans. Isabelle teased and tickled Stephanie’s ear with her naughty tongue while her hands pulled down the sleeves of her dress completely off her shoulders. Two gloriously round, bouncy, and huge breasts popped out at the same time.

       “Shit,” Isabelle snapped. “Your nipples are so fucking huge!”

       “That’s what being pregnant does to a woman’s body sweetheart,” Mia slurred. She pulled Stephanie’s panty to the side and slid a finger into Stephanie’s hole. Isabelle played and fondled her humongous knockers as if they were novelty toys, her eyes staring at them in shock and wonderment.

       “Ooh, this tiny pussy is as warm as a pre-heated oven…so wet…”

       Mia pumped her finger in and out of Stephanie. Stephanie squirmed as if she had the most unreachable itch of her life. Fuck, I thought, Isabelle and Mia weren’t kidding; being pregnant did make this woman sky rocket into explosive ecstasy.

       “You filthy mama whore,” said Isabelle, her hands grabbing onto each of Stephanie’s breasts. She squeezed them hard while she was sucking hungrily on her ear.

       “You both make me feel so fucking amazing!”

       Mia pulled her finger out of her and spread her pussy lips, revealing her bright and healthy pink pussy.

       “Your cunt is so tiny and lovely,” she whispered, kissing her clit. “Mmm I can see your beautiful pinkness glistening with your juices…it’s hard to imagine that a baby is gonna come out of this tiny hole and stretch it beyond your wildest dreams…”

       She flicked her tongue against her sex; Stephanie reeled back her head and moaned long and hard, grinding her hips into her. Isabelle pinched her huge nipples with her fingers, her smile so cute and joyful.

       “I can’t get over how huge they’ve gotten Stephy…can milk come out of them yet?”

       “A tiny bit…”

       “How much?”

       “I haven’t tested it out completely yet…”

       “Let’s see to find out,” Mia grinned, giving a big whiff of her pussy and bathing it with kisses. Afterwards she went into her bag and took out two shot glasses.

       “I brought these with you in mind Stephanie…”

       She gave one to Isabelle. Mia sat back in her place next to Stephanie, cupping one of her breasts and bouncing it in her palm.

       “I did this for Thor before and after Oskar was born…”

       She swirled her tongue around the nipple slowly and then sucked it in her mouth. Stephanie yelped when she bit down on it with her teeth and tugged it. Isabelle followed Mia’s actions. It was very adorable to watch them suckling, nibbling, and tugging on her nipples. Stephanie loved the erotic sensation and the pain; she cooed and groaned aggressively like the filthy suburban fuck toy that she was. 

       “Mmm these beauties taste amazing, don’t they Isabelle?”

       “Yes, incredible,” she smiled, tickling the tip of the right nipple with her tongue.

       Mia cupped the boob into her hand, clamping her two fingers down on the left nipple.

       “Oh my god, I can see a drop of milk coming out…” Isabelle gasped.

       “Your nipples are magical baby,” Mia snickered. “It’s not often that they would let out milk before the baby is born…I knew you were blessed…”

       The more she pressed down, the thicker the milk gradually oozed out. Mia put her shot glass under it to catch the drops.

       “It won’t be much milk now, but wait until after you have the baby, you’ll be filling it all the way up to the top and serving it with your famous fresh baked cookies.”

       “Oh god…” Stephanie sighed.

       Isabelle managed to get some dribbles of milk out of her nipples as well. Isabelle’s fingers worked some kind of spell on them; the milk shot into the glass in seconds with just a tiny pitch. Mmm, the warm, sweet and fluid liquid, a nice creamy white. Mia squeezed the nipples hard enough to make Stephanie scream. A lovely stream flew into her glass. I couldn’t tell exactly how much was inside, but it was enough for both Mia and Isabelle to drink out of it and to swallow the taste of that lovely milky nectar. 

       “Wow! It tastes like real milk but more natural,” Izzy grinned.

       “Mmm yes,” Mia groaned, getting more milk out of Stephanie with her own mouth; Isabelle followed her sexy leader and did the same.

       “You two are very bad…” Stephanie quivered. “We have another guest here remember…and you are making me so horny that I want you both to fuck me right now.”

       “Shall we darling?” 

       “Maybe Stella can watch us,” Isabelle giggled.

       I thought she was joking. She had to be. They were playing me like a fiddle even when I wasn’t in their presence. I choked on my own saliva the instant I heard her and thought of the immediate possibility.

       “It looks like she already is…” Stephanie snickered.

       She looked straight at my direction. Her eyes were deep and powerful, evil and seductive. They were telling me that she knew that I was there the whole time. I could almost hear her speak “Yes bitch, I saw you watching us. Would you like to see more?” 

       I stepped out slowly, my legs shaking. I wanted to faint. I was overwhelmed. It was hard to describe exactly what was going on through my head. I got caught being a nosey pervert and voyeur for the first time in my life. It was scary, but at the same time it was an orgasmic rush to the brain.

       “Sorry…I…slightly overheard…oversaw…”

       “Don’t be shy dear,” Stephanie declared.

       I sat down on the couch across from them, my legs crossed, my palms sweating, my cock busting out of my panties. Stephanie looked cool, sweet, and casual. Even when caught in the act of sex, she still portrayed herself as a hospitable and charming housewife. She made it seem as if there was nothing the matter with having a complete stranger like me peep in on their little show. Her hot and hypnotic stare burned into mine. Even her smile showed that she was eager and hungry for mind-blowing sex. Most of all, she was more turned on by the idea of another woman watching but not being able to touch. Mia and Isabelle sat in their same place, leaving Stephanie’s breasts out happy and free. They didn’t bother to lift up her sleeves back up on her shoulders. Their heads rested on those lovely boobs as a comfortable pillow. I was surprised that they weren’t shocked, embarrassed, afraid, or nervous that I was there watching them the entire time. They were sexually drunk and high.

       “You sneaky thing,” Isabelle smiled. “Were you really watching us the whole time?”

       My cheeks were hot and red; I confessed with a quick nod of the head.

       “I’m very guilty…”

       “Don’t apologize,” said Stephanie. It sounded like a stern order. “I find something very fun and exciting about having somebody watch unexpectedly.”

       “Does this seem strange to you?” Mia asked. “I mean…was it strange when we mentioned that you can watch us…”

       “Not at all!” I choked. I was breathless and speechless.

       “You will, won’t you?” Stephanie smiled cunningly. “I know it’s weird. You don’t know me and Isabelle and Mia must be like sisters to you, but when I’m horny I just want to explode with the whole world watching.”

       “I’d love to!” I shouted confidently. “And I feel exactly the same!”

       Mia and Isabelle glared at each other. What were they thinking? That I was a pervert? That they were crazy? That this whole situation is absolutely absurd? That maybe we’re all sexually high and we’ll wake up to discover that it was all a dream?

       “Let’s just keep this between each other,” whispered Isabelle. “Between you, Mia, and me, it will be our dirty little secret that must never be mentioned to Victor.”

       “He’ll be very envious, and we don’t need that.”

       “I agree.”

       “If John ever found out he’d forbid me to see you three again. He can become very jealous and controlling.”

       “What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him,” I winked.

       “Exactly.”

       Stephanie eased up from the couch, the weight of her belly pulling her down. Isabelle helped her up and Mia carried her bag of goods.

       “Let’s go up to what the hubby and I call The Kink Room.”

       “I’ve seen it, accidentally of course” I admitted. “It’s very impressive.”

       “Oh have you…”

        I could hear the tremble of her warm breath. She was so horny; Isabelle and Mia were ecstatic. As for me, I suddenly felt foreign but welcome into this new venture. It was as if I wasn’t Stella, their house mate, in this bizarre but exciting moment. I was Stella, their voyeuristic sex whore who was dearly invited into their erotic threesome. I was no longer in my hidden place; I was now there in the flesh. It was my mission to engender every fucking moment of this once in a lifetime opportunity.

       We got upstairs and went into The Kink Room. Everything inside of it became more fascinating to me than it did the first time I discovered it. Naturally, I thought of what they were going to use on each other. So little time, so many toys, so many holes to fill. I looked at the table of dongs and butt plugs; at last, it hit me. It became undeniable that Stephanie and the girls had planned this. Even with having a guest over, they weren’t going to let anybody or anything get in the way of their wild and untamed pleasure. Instead of seeing me as a burden, I was the extra spice to their threesome fun. I felt so fucking honored that they invited me in.

       “Thank you goddesses…” I whispered out loud.

       I was shocked when Stephanie grabbed my wrist with a strong and firm grip.

       “You will watch but can’t touch, understand?”

       “Y-yes!”

       Fuck, the sound of her voice was so fucking dominant and powerful, the dominatrix of my dreams. She dragged me towards the table with the stripper pole on top. She made me sit down on the cold and hard steel which tickled my sensitive bottom. 

       “Can one of you ladies grab the blindfold and arm binder?”

       Goddamn, I thought, what the hell were they going to do to me? I closed my eyes tightly shut. For a moment I imagined that this wasn’t happening, that it was only a fantasy in my head. Even if it was only a dream, every pedaling current of my blood screeched sex, sex, sex, and I couldn’t wait to let it out and explode all of me. When I opened them, I smiled. Yes, it was really happening.

       Mia grabbed the red velvet leather arm binder from way back in the closet.

       “Fuck…” I gasped.

       I hadn’t seen an arm binder like that in years. It had many buckles at the wrists, forearms, and upper arm so it can be tugged at its desirable tightness. I knew that it was one of the most ultimate forms of strict bondage; it could nearly make you feel like the blood flow in your arms was weakening and going into hibernation. I was scared, I admit. It’s hard for me to confess this, but sometimes I fear the unexpected. In that moment, though, the fear became the pleasure and the pain, whipping my senses, stinging my horny urges, enlightening my insides, and making myself at one with this raw sexuality in me and these hot bitches.

       “Put your back against the pole,” Stephanie barked.

        I obeyed immediately. I saw the devil in her eyes; the devil in her sucked me into her fiery hell. I gasped sharply as she forced my entire arms behind the pole, my back pressed into it. With Mia and Isabelle’s help, they slid every inch of my arms into the binder and criss-crossed the straps against my chest to keep it firmly in place. My arms felt as if they were gripped by a python. They were stiff enough to feel as if they’d shatter like glass at any moment. The inside felt extremely hot and moist. That entire part of my body felt numb. I couldn’t move a single part of my arm or even my shoulders. The inside of the binder also restricted me from moving my fingers and my hands. The intense and exhilarating bondage was that strict, strong, and stimulating.  

       “Mmm, look how hot our slut looks,” Stephanie grinned, biting down on that perky lip. All of their eyes glared at me, possessed by a sex demon who was trying to destroy me with a pleasure too indescribable to express. I was trapped into them.

       “Stella, I never would’ve thought that one day I would see you this helpless,” Isabelle smirked.

       “Without a doubt, you’ll scream with so much pleasure from the anticipation and the pain,” said Mia. “Everyone in the neighborhood will here you. We can’t have that; we don’t want rumors spreading around that Stephanie’s home is full of sluts.”

       “Oh my…” I gasped.

       Mia slid her green thong off her body; it was hard to prevent myself from shaking. She rolled it up into a ball. Isabelle and Stephanie did the same.

       “I want to smell how stinky your panties are,” squeaked Stephanie.

       “Oh you do?” Isabelle smiled, putting her pair of panties over Stephanie’s head and pushing some of the fabric in her nose. Stephanie sniffed it, groaning loudly.

       “Mmm what filthy panties…”

       Mia stuffed her panties into Stephanie’s face, smothering her nose and her mouth.

       “You filthy whore, you sexy mama…”

       “Both of you smell divine!”

       “You love the smell of panties too, don’t you girl?” said Mia to me.

       “Yes I do…” I confessed.

       Mia stuffed her thong against my nostrils and roughly rubbed it all over my nose, wiping her strong and musty odor on me. I suffocated into the smell of her fresh and moist cunt.

       “Oh my fucking God!!”

       She smothered my entire face with her filthy thong.

       “I knew you’d love it…”

       To my surprise, she stuffed her wet and heavily perfumed thong into my mouth. Isabelle sniffed her own panties with a cheeky little smile. Hers was a pink burlesque style pantie with garter straps. She licked the inside of it where a slither of her juices was stained. Afterwards she forced it into my mouth as well. I tasted the saltiness of their panties; it was so hot and glorious. Heaven entered into me, restoring my bliss. My mouth felt slightly full with two panties crammed inside of it. Stephanie rubbed hers against my lips and stuffed it into me. I was stuffed.

       “Hm, you need one more panty to fill that filthy mouth…”

       She slid her hand under my skirt. She wasn’t surprised that she felt a rock-hard, fully grown 8-inch dick up there. She winked at me, looked down a little, but didn’t dare fondle it. She quickly took off my cum dripping thong and forced it into my mouth. Each breath I took, I smelled and tasted the heavy odor of pussy galore.

       “How does it feel having four dirty panties in your mouth?” Stephanie growled.

       I made a hard hum. My breathing was hard and heavy. I wanted to cry with joy.

       “She fucking loves it, every girl loves the scent of their own pussy,” Mia smirked, caressing my cheek and smacking it. Just as I imagined, Mia was one sharp-whipped smacker. The tingly sensation was beyond what I’d expect from just one little slap from her gentle little hand. It felt like droplets of fire was dancing on my skin.

       “Now it’s time for us to change and get ready baby,” Isabelle cooed.

        She put a simple black silk blindfold over my eyes and tied it tightly at the back of my head. Darkness was all I could see. I quivered with every sound I heard afterwards. The opening of the closet. The smell and squeak of latex as Mia and Isabelle changed and walked in the costume, setting things up. The tapping of objects being placed on a long silver tray. The movements of the sex swing stand being dragged against the floor, heading closer to my direction. The clink of what sounded like silver chains. Naughty sounding whispers. It was all drowning into my senses and making me squirm.

       “Are you ready?” I heard Isabelle say.

        I nodded roughly. She untied the blind fold. My eyes wanted to pop out from my sockets.

       “Oh my fucking god…”

       There she was, my Isabelle, dressed in the sweet as candy but naughty as fuck pink latex nurse’s outfit. She wore the hat on her head, the white stockings with the garter straps holding them up strongly, the darling pink pumps, a pair of white latex gloves, and a real medical stethoscope around her neck. My heart wanted to break. I wanted to eat her up more than I ever wanted to in my life. The costume accentuated every hot and magnificent frame of her petite body, especially at the top and at her stunning legs. She was holding a tray with many items that shocked and amazed me. There was a 4” long and 1” thick clear plastic vaginal speculum, a 3” steel anal speculum, a locking rubber ring gag, a spiked black leather collar with tweezer nipple clamps, one lollipop, two bananas, and one humongous purple 8” double sided dildo, double the heads for double the pleasure. On the floor beside her I noticed the Ron Jeremy and Dick Rambone dong and a slim bottle of silk lubricant. The panties inside my mouth were completely soaked with my heavy saliva when I saw Mia and Stephanie. Mia was dressed in the pastel green latex nurse’s outfit. I wanted to pass out; the latex clung tightly into her voluptuous body. It brought out every bit of her drop-dead gorgeous curves and those wonderful tits. Her eye make up was dark and seductive, but not the least bit exaggerated, and her lips a devil’s red. It was the most makeup I’ve seen on her for quite awhile. She looked deliciously cruel and naughty in contrast to her raunchy outfit. I could slightly see the hip strap of her g-string strap-on harness through the latex. Tears were nearly streaming down my cheek with every glance of these lovely ladies, especially Stephanie. She was completely naked, lying back in the sex swing and holding the straps, all which was padded for her support and comfort. Her legs were spread open right in front of me as if I were her gynecologist. She had a Brazilian wax. A thin and tiny patch of a strawberry blonde colored bush rested above her clitoris. Her pregnant belly looked bigger somehow and all the more sexy because it was proudly nude. And that face, it had that pregnant glow, the Lolita smile, the sex demon stare. Isabelle’s eyes looked intensely at me as she spread my legs and placed the tray on top of the table, in front of my crotch. The double sided dildo was adjacent to the head of my throbbing cock. I stared down at every item on that tray a thousand times. Then, before my trembling watering eyes, the fun began.

       “Are you ready for your monthly exam today Mrs. DeBello?” asked Mia, looking down at Stephanie with a sly and cunning grin.

       “Yes I am. I’ve been looking forward to it all day.”

       “I know. That’s why you’re my best patient.”

       She kissed her lips long and lovingly.

       “Now, my nurse here is going to start by examining your breasts as I prepare to insert the first speculum up your cunt.”

       “Yes Dr. Pissy…”

       Isabelle went behind Stephanie, allowing her to lean against her chest for support. She fondled Stephanie’s right breast in a slow and gentle circular motion.

       “Mmm, Mrs. DeBello, your titties have grown much bigger since the last time you had your exam…”

       “Yes, they have….”

       “You can knock people out with these things…does your husband love your new tits?”

       “He adores them…he loves to cum all---”

       She French kissed her to shut her up. The kiss was hungry, hard, and deep. She tugged on her bottom lip with a breathy moan. Stephanie tightly gripped onto the straps of the sex swing, quivering shakily as Isabelle went to her left breast and squeezed it hard. A tiny droplet of milk seeped out from her fat, dark red nipple. Isabelle didn’t dare waste that single drop; she massaged the tip of the nipple with her tongue ring and sucked up the milk. I trembled all over. I wanted to have a taste. Isabelle stared at me and knew I wanted it, but couldn’t have it. She made a perverted smile at me as she squeezed Stephanie’s breast hard enough to make it bulge. She sucked on the nipple, biting down on it and tugging it so roughly.

       “Oh nurse; I love it when you’re rough…”

       Isabelle squeezed both of her breasts all at once. She pinched each nipple so hard with her fingers that it made Stephanie squeal.

       “Oh fuck!”

       “That’s a good nurse,” grunted Mia as she went down on her knees in front of Stephanie and slid two fingers inside her cunt. “You’re making Mrs. DeBello very wet down here. Keep going. At this rate I won’t have to use any lubricant for this pussy.”

       I could hear how wet and sticky she was. With each thrust of Mia’s fingers I saw a thin coating of cum all over them. Isabelle bit down on each of Stephanie’s nipples while fondling her stomach, giving it a nice and loud smack with her hands.

       “Oh god!” Stephanie screamed.

       “Shh, not so loud!” Isabelle hissed. She grabbed the lollipop from the tray, taking off the wrapper.

       “Suck on this sugar-free lollipop to keep yourself quiet.”

       She forced it into her mouth, wiggling it around roughly inside of it, knocking it against her teeth, and nudging it against her inner cheek. Meanwhile, Mia took the vagina speculum and inserted the tip inside of Stephanie’s dripping pussy hole. With no warning, she opened it up to about 2 inches. I could see every bit of her juicy insides, throbbing and pulsating, deliciously pink and sticky with cum.

       “Mmm, this hole looks so pretty inside…come look at it nurse…”

       Isabelle took the lollipop out of Stephanie’s mouth and sucked on it. She went towards Mia and sat down on her knees next to her. They stared inside Stephanie’s glorious cunt hole with the speculum inside so deep. The deeper Mia pushed it in and the more she adjusted the speculum, the more we could see all that delicious pink.

       “Oh fuck, look how wet she is down there!” Isabelle squeaked.

       “It’s quite wet, but not wet enough.”

       Mia balled up a good amount of spit in her mouth and shot it straight into Stephanie’s hole. She smacked her ass cheeks quite hard, leaving her hand marks behind on the flesh. She spat into the cunt hole again. Every drop of her saliva slid down into it.  Isabelle inserted her finger in and touched the walls of her pussy.

       “I can see it throbbing every time she breathes…”

       She took the lollipop out of her mouth and put it inside Stephanie’s cunt.

       “You filthy devil…” Mia grinned.

       “Let’s let it soak in there while we continue the breast examination…”

       “And then perform her next exam…”

       “Why are you smacking your lips Mrs. DeBello? Are you imaging the taste of that lollipop, you knocked up cunt?”

       “Y-yes!”

       Mia and Isabelle stood up and got the ring gag and collar with nipples clamps from the tray. My thighs were trembling against the tray, making it shake. Isabelle put on the collar around Stephanie’s neck and placed the clamps on those hot and big nipples. Stephanie screamed in a loud pitch; as before, her nipples squirted out a few drops of milk. Mia grabbed Stephanie’s face and used her hands to force them open.

       “You fucking slut, your mouth at this point is going to be nothing more than a fuck hole, understand? You love being a fuck hole?”

       “Yes doctor, I love being a fuck hole!”

       She pulled her hair roughly as she placed the ring gag into her mouth, which held it wide open. It made her mouth look absolutely vulnerable for anything that Mia or Isabelle would force into it. Not only did it look restrictive, but it was locked into place. Stephanie could only remove it herself if it was unlocked; Mia and Isabelle had the power to do what they pleased with it. Stephanie’s breath was hard and heavy, her eyes expressed fear and raw, intense pleasure.

       “Mmm there you go,” Mia smirked. “The prettiest little mouth, the perfect little fuck hole…” 

       Stephanie groaned roughly; she was already drooling as her tongue wagged in and out.

       “Look at you, you’re hopeless…”

       She wounded up a thick amount of saliva and spit into Stephanie’s wide-open fuck hole of a mouth.

       “You’re so filthy doctor,” Isabelle laughed wickedly.

       “I love this patient the most because she’s fun to play with…”

       With that said, Mia took one of the flogging toys from the wall. It was the tassel whip. She slapped the sharp, stinging whip against each of Stephanie’s breasts while Isabelle caressed her pregnant belly, placing the stethoscope against it and then rubbing it all over with her breasts. Each slap of the tassel whip made Stephanie groan rough and hard. Isabelle’s nipples perked up; she must have loved the warmth of Stephanie’s pregnant belly and the sound of her torture and pain. Mia laughed wickedly and spat more saliva into Stephanie’s helpless wide-opened mouth, smacking her rougher and harder until her breasts had splotches of red all over them. Stephanie loved it; the cum in that opened cunt hole was dripping out of her and going down to her perky asshole. The lollipop sunk deep down inside of her pinkness.

       “Ooh, doctor, her breasts look sexier after they’ve been whipped.

       She looked into Stephanie’s gaped pussy again; she groaned hard as she took out the lollipop and saw that it was entirely covered with milky cunt cream.

       “Mmm…it looks so good…”

       When Isabelle tried to have a taste, Mia smacked her cheek with the tassel whip. The sting was enough to make her yelp in pain.

       “My filthy nurse, that’s for the patient, not for you!”

       She snatched the lollipop from her.

       “Her cunt examination is done; take that speculum out of her.”

       Izzy obeyed. Mia went back to Stephanie.

       “Stick out that tongue slut…”

       She stuck it out, wiggling it eagerly.

       “How bad do you want to taste it pretty mother…”

       “R-really b-b-ad…”

       “What was that?”

       “I r-r-really want it…p-please…d-doctor…”

       “You sound like a babbling baby. Babbling babies that don’t speak properly and clearly don’t get their candy…”

       “Are you going to share with me doctor?” Isabelle whined.

       “Naughty nurses don’t deserve their candy either…especially slutty nurses like you.”

       Mia’s tongue circled all around the lollipop, teasing Stephanie and Isabelle both. She inserted it into her mouth and suckled on it with the most tantalizing and sexy smile ever. She moaned with immense pleasure.

       “Mmm…nice and creamy…deliciously sweet…”

       Stephanie and Isabelle stared at her like a helpless doe-eyed deer. When she licked every bit of cum off of the lollipop, she threw it straight in the trashcan.

       “Nurse, sit down on your back on the ground for a moment please…”

       “Yes doctor…”

       She obeyed Mia’s orders. She laid her back on the floor in front of Stephanie. Mia stepped over Isabelle slowly, her back towards her. She lifted up her skirt, revealing that amazing voluptuous bubble butt.

       “My ass deserves a good rimming…can you give it to me nurse?”

       “Yes doctor, anything you want, you’ll get.”

       Mia spread her ass cheeks and sat down on Isabelle’s face. Her asshole rested right on Isabelle’s lips. Isabelle rubbed her tongue against it while grabbing hold onto Mia’s ass cheeks, keeping them spread. She licked her hole slowly and gently for a good five minutes. Mia roughly smothered her entire ass all over Isabelle’s face.

       “You can do better than that nurse!”

       Isabelle groaned, sounding as if she was suffocating. She lightly pushed up Mia’s ass and roughly grabbed the Dick Rambone dong. She spat all over it with as much saliva as she could, deep throated it to cough more saliva on it, and added a thick amount of silk lube for extra the slippage.

       “Okay doctor, a good rimming is what you want? I’m gonna gape your ass with this dong so I can give it a really good cleaning…”

       “That’s a good girl!”

       “Oh f-fuck!” Stephanie grumbled.

       I kicked my feet wildly in anticipation. Mia spreads open her cheeks wider; Isabelle spat onto her asshole a few times, pushing the saliva into the hole. She pressed the head of the dong against it. Mia sat down on it. With a bounce here and there, the head popped right in. Isabelle grunted as she forced and pushed three inches up her ass; that was as far as she could go. Mia screamed with so much pleasure when Isabelle mercilessly pumped that massive thing in and out of her.

       “Oh my god, this ass is gaping already…”

       “Take it out of me fast and then put it back in…”

       “Okay…one…two…three….”

       She pulled it out roughly, the ass hole gaped. She crammed it back in, pulled it out again, the ass hole gaped wider. She repeated it again. The ass hole got wider, more than ever revealing the dark pinkness of her anal sphincter. When it was at its widest, Isabelle crammed every inch of her tongue into it.

       “Oh god, yes, that’s my good bitch!”

       Mia sat down on her face completely as she ate out that wide gaped anus. Mia put her hands to the floor and lifted up her legs, wiggling her toes. She stretched out her feet and slapped them against Stephanie’s belly, massaging it with the soles.

       “Oooh…” Stephanie groaned.

       “Come to me closer slut…suck on my feet…”

       She slowly got herself out of the sex swing. She stood on her knees doggy style. Mia pushed her left foot up to her mouth and inserted a few inches of it into her. Her tongue swirled, lapped, and drooled all over it. Mia groaned at the pleasure of her suckling her foot and the feel of Isabelle hungrily eating out her asshole.

       “Mmm that’s a good girl....you’re a good lil toe sucker…”

       She forced more of her toe into her mouth, making her gag onto it. With her other foot she slapped her breasts lightly, making the chain of the nipple clamps jingle. Stephanie pressed her breasts together; Mia’s foot was wedged between them. She thrust her foot up and down between those boobs, groaning passionately. She quickly lifted up her ass from Isabelle’s face, giving her air to breathe. Stephanie hungrily licked Mia’s feet until it was slobbered all over. She was fully satisfied.

       “You did good nurse, very good…”

       “Your ass hole tasted amazing Dr. Pissy…”        

       “Are you ready for your next exam patient?”

       Stephanie nodded. Mia pulled her foot out of her mouth completely and slapped it against her cheek.

       “Stay in that same position.”

       Mia stood up and grabbed the anal speculum.

       “Is your lovely pretty ass ready for this…”

       “Yes…”

       Both girls spread each of Stephanie’s ass cheeks open and took turns to give her filthy asshole a good tongue fucking. They inserted their fingers inside of her, stretched it, and when the tiny hole gaped, they spat into it and shook her ass cheeks to make the saliva slide into her rectum.

       “Mmm I can’t wait to look inside of this ass…” Isabelle grinned, smacking each ass cheek with her bare hands. She bit on each ass cheek, hungrily sucking a bit of the flesh, leaving a few hickies. Mia spat onto Stephanie’s asshole one more time, and then inserted the tip of the anal speculum inside of her rectum. Stephanie was a good girl; she was very relaxed. In no time Mia inserted the speculum all the way inside her rectum and opened up her asshole to about 2 inches. It was amazing to look inside Stephanie’s asshole, so dark pink and surprisingly clean.

       “Oh my god!” Stephanie cried.

       “Fuck this is the cleanest asshole I’ve ever seen,” Mia smirked. Isabelle gazed inside of it; she groaned, sliding a bit of her tongue inside and sniffing it.

       “It smells so good too…”

       “I can’t wait to fuck it…”

       “Fuck me now doctor!” Stephanie screamed.

       “No, no, you don’t get a good ass pounding that easy…”

       Mia crammed two fingers up Stephanie’s cunt; Isabelle followed and inserted two fingers more.

       “Can you feel how many fingers are up your cunt…”

       “F-four…”

       In completely unison they pounded her with those slender fingers all the way up to the base, fast, rapidly, and hard. My cock was dripping with cum as I saw those lovely things going in and out of this pregnant woman’s hole. In seconds, a strong stream of pee trickled down both Mia and Isabelle’s arm.

       “How cute, she’s pissing herself!”

       They pulled out; a magnificent golden fountain shot into their faces.

       “Oh yes,” they both moaned, opening their mouths wide and collecting any drop that flew into it. As they were finished drinking her pee, Mia stood up proudly, commanding Isabelle to grab the double sided dildo and the Ron Jeremy dong. Isabelle lifted up Mia’s skirt higher to reveal a gorgeous vinyl purple double strap, strap on harness that fit nice and snug on Mia’s hips, showing off her lovely assets. Isabelle locked the flared base of the Ron Jeremy dong into the O-ring. It stayed right in perfectly. Now it looked like Mia was well hung, large, and in charge to pillage and plunder ass and cunt.

       “Fuck Mia, you look amazing,” Isabelle trembled.

       Mia teased her by rubbing the head against Isabelle’s lips, letting her mouth wrap around the bulbous head for only a second or two. She pulled out of her and slapped Isabelle’s face with the dong.

       “Stand over our pregnant whore, spread eagle! While doing so, mouth fuck the one end of that dildo. You better make it good and wet…”

       “Yes doctor…”

       She obeyed her orders. Fuck, how amazing it looked to see Stephanie, doggy style with that speculum holding up her asshole wide open, Isabelle standing over her spread eagle to where she could pee on her back if she wanted to, and the mistress of the room, Mia, slamming the massive dong down Stephanie’s throat. She pulled her hair, grabbed her head, and pounded her with no mercy, no warning. An impressive six inches was crammed down Stephanie’s throat. She had no gag reflex. It was absolutely beautiful.

       “Oh that’s a good girl, my best patient, you love having Ron Jeremy’s cock down your throat don’t you?”

       She pulled out slightly then forced the dong further down Stephanie’s throat. Eight inches went in. Stephanie made a hard, choking groan.

       “Don’t start whining like a bitch now cunt!”

       Mia pinched her nose hard so she couldn’t breathe. She held it for 5 seconds, let go, and then kept on mouth fucking her. Meanwhile, Isabelle was hungrily bobbing her head up and down her end of the double-sided dildo, covering it with her saliva.

       “Oh yes, that’s my girls, you’re all doing well, including you Stella…”

       I blushed. Orgasmic currents ran all through my spoiled body. Drool dripped down my chin. My arms pounded. The cold steel of the table was now warm under my ass cheeks. I came at least three times already, perhaps even more. Eventually I lost count and felt so fucking grateful that I did. I groaned hard as Mia grabbed the other end of the double sided dildo and put it into her mouth while pounding Stephanie. In complete unison again, Mia and Isabelle bobbed their head up and down the dildo. They deep throated the dildo so deep at the same time that their lips actually met in the process.

       “FUCK ME!” I screamed in my head. 

       They repeated this twice. When they both pulled out, they both coughed up spit. The dildo was dripping with their saliva; some of the saliva fell on Stephanie’s back. Mia plunged the dong down Stephanie’s throat one last time, pulled her hair, and roared, “You ready to have this in your asshole?”

       “Yes!”

       When she pulled out of her mouth, Stephanie puked saliva all over it.

       “Yes, that’s a good girl…”

       She lovingly kissed her cheek.

       “Now, lie down on your back Isabelle!”

       “Yes doctor!” she squeaked, holding onto the double sided dildo. She got down on the floor on her back. Mia held onto the dong and went behind Stephanie, pulling out the anal speculum slowly. Her asshole snapped back to its same tightness. Mia smacked her ass cheek and held onto her hips, groaning “You preggers slut, help nurse stuff her cunt with that dildo.”

       She crawled towards Isabelle, grabbed the dildo from her hands, and inserted the head inside of her. Isabelle screamed orgasmically as Stephanie forced four inches into her pussy. She pumped it in and out of her rapidly; Isabelle’s yelp suggested that she already came but was eager for more, more, more and will explode again a thousand times.

       “That’s a good mama,” Mia grunted, slapping Stephanie’s ass cheeks repeatedly.        She forced her up a little, making her pussy hover over the other end of the dildo. She pushed her down roughly on the head; Isabelle held onto Stephanie’s hips, bouncing her up and down the dildo. In minutes Stephanie sat down on the dildo all the way; both ends of the dildo were sunk in nice and deep inside their pussies. Isabelle quickly took off the ring gag from Stephanie’s mouth. She took a deep breath and moaned roughly the instant she was free. They kissed each other ravenously, bouncing up and down on the dildo at the same time. Their hips and their pussies smacked rough and hard against each other with each thrust they made. Mia spread Stephanie’s ass cheeks wide and inserted the head of the Ron Jeremy dong into that loosened up asshole.

       “Oh fuck!!” Stephanie screamed.

       Isabelle’s hands grabbed and squeezed onto Stephanie’s ass cheeks as Mia pounded inch after inch of her dong into that asshole. They looked so fucking hot. Everyone thrust and pounded each hole in the same rapid speed. Isabelle loved slapping Stephanie’s breasts, seeing how strong the grip that the nipple clamps had on her. Stephanie was a beast, bouncing up and down on that dildo, sitting down all the way to Isabelle’s pussy. The fuck sounds that came from their mouths filled my ears; I wanted to faint with overwhelming sensations and orgasmic release. I couldn’t believe how much Stephanie’s ass could take in that Ron Jeremy dong. Mia stuffed 8 inches down.

       “Spread her ass cheeks wide for me nurse,” Mia growled.

       She obeyed. When Mia pulled out, Stephanie had the widest, demolished gaping asshole; you could see the red insides throbbing, pulsating, and pounding. Mia pounded her ass again; I don’t know how she did it, but 9 inches went inside of her. Stephanie grunted in such pain that sounded so good.

       “Oh god I fucking love this!”

       Mia grabbed Stephanie’s hair and forced her head up, looking down at her mischievously as she continued banging the shit out of her.

       “I’m cumming!” she yelled; Isabelle followed afterwards.

       Mia pulled out of Stephanie’s asshole; it was gaping wide beyond belief. Mia quickly went down on her knees in front of the gape and smothered her nose into it. She stretched it with her fingers, revealing so much pink. She spat into it and slid four fingers inside. She pumped it in and out so hard and deep. I nearly roared in pleasure when Mia squeezed in her thumb into that hole and pushed the entire half of her hand down. Stephanie screamed and sat down on her hand. Mia formed a fist inside of her hole.

       “Oh yes!” Stephanie shouted.

       She bounced her asshole up and down Mia’s fist.

       “Fuck, you become more of a slut every time…”

       “I love being fisted up the ass…”

       “I bet you’d love my fist up your cunt too,” Isabelle grunted.

       “Oh yes, please nurse, stuff your fist up my cunt!”

       Isabelle slipped her end of the dildo out of her pussy. She pulled the entire thing out of both their holes, tossing it to the side. Stephanie sat up a little more, her legs spread out and her feet firm on the ground, her ass bent slightly. Mia pumped her fist in and out of her asshole in that position as Isabelle made a beak like “silent duck” shape with her hand and slowly slid it down Stephanie’s cunt. Her cunt was so wet that it only took a minute or two for Isabelle’s entire hand to sink into it. She made a fist shape inside of her and pounded that greedy cunt. I couldn’t believe it; a fist in each hole, swallowed whole. Stephanie bounced on both of them with such speed and agility, and loved every loud, rough, and vicious moment of it. They double fisted her for what felt like hours. When they pulled out of her, both holes looked beautifully demolished. Her asshole was swollen and almost purple; her pussy was bright pink, fully stretched and throbbing. Mia and Isabelle each stretched the hole that they fucked; it revealed the perfectly round circle that their fist left behind.

       “Mmm, Mrs. DeBello, do you want to feel how completely stretched you are?”

       “Yes doctor!”

       She grabbed one of her hands and traced it down to her pussy. She forced her to slide her entire hand inside her own cunt. Stephanie groaned in disbelief.

       “Does it feel good slut?”

       “Yes…oooh…”

       She pumped her hand in and out of herself. Isabelle grabbed Stephanie’s other hand and forced her to slide it in her gaped asshole.

       “How does it feel fist fucking yourself you whore?”

       “So fucking good!”

       She pounded herself good and hard, screaming with ecstasy, streams of tears going down her cheek.

       “Keep fucking yourself baby…it’s time for our snack…”

       It was so hot and amusing watching Stephanie fist fuck herself in both her holes. I never saw anything like that. Meanwhile, Mia and Isabelle grabbed the two bananas from the tray. They looked at me mischievously.

       “Do you love this Stella…?”

       I nodded quickly.

       “You are probably itching to get out of that arm binder…”

       I didn’t say yes or no. Yes, my arms felt like they were paralyzed, but I loved it. They each helped me out of it slowly. When my arms were free, it took a few minutes for the circulation to come swiftly back. The pleasure in me ran through my whole body, rushing through my veins. They each took the panties out of my mouth. They were soaked with my saliva. They fondled the bananas in their hands like a delicate cock.

       “What are you two thinking…” I quivered.

       “Open your mouth,” Isabelle commanded.

       I obeyed with no question. She put one banana into my mouth; Mia slid in the other. They thrust it in and out of me. They pressed the tip of the fruit against my inner cheek and forced some of it close to my tonsils, making me gag. It all felt so strange and so sexy. I couldn’t believe what they were doing to me. I looked at them as if they were my mistresses. I trembled all over. I even glared at Stephanie while the girls were mouth fucking me with those big and thick bananas. Stephanie was still going at it like a horny fist fucking crazed machine. When they pulled the bananas out of my mouth, it was very wet. They each held one in their hand and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

       “Stand up Stella,” said Isabelle.

       I stood up, my body feeling like an orgasmic earthquake. Both of the girls walked towards Stephanie.

       “That’s enough whore,” barked Isabelle. “Your examination is complete.”

       “Lie in the sex swing right now.”

       Stephanie stopped, panting heavily. She pulled her fists out of herself. They lifted her up and helped her get into the sex swing comfortably. She had her legs spread out in it as before. I felt the natural urge to stand behind Stephanie to support her back. She looked up at me sweetly.

       “How are you doing…” she said in a motherly tone.

       “I-incredible mommy…” I gasped. I felt embarrassed that I called her mommy.  She had a warm and tender look on her face. She loved it when I called her that.

       Isabelle and Mia stood in front of her wide-opened legs. The naughtiest grin appeared on their faces.

       “Can your cunt stand one last moment of pleasure for the day…”

       “Yes, my cunt can take anything…”

       They waved the bananas at her face. She grinned, reading their mind as I was. Isabelle spread Stephanie’s pussy lips; the hole automatically gaped in a nice and round circle. Mia slid the tip of her banana into it. Each banana was about 8 inches long. Mia pushed 5 inches of the banana into that cunt hole. She wrapped her hand around the 3 inches of the banana in a tight grip. With the slow back and forth motion of the swing, Stephanie’s pussy bounced up and down the banana. Stephanie kicked her head back, having the thrill of her life, looking like a kid in a playground. A few minutes later, Isabelle slid her banana inside the same hole. It took a lot of force and pressure to squeeze it in, but she succeeded. My jaw dropped to see how Stephanie’s pussy hole gripped onto those two bananas, completely filled beyond its limit. They swung her back and forth on the swing while gripping on the stem of their bananas, watching her cunt hole ramming into the other end of the fruit when it met. Her back slapped against my chest. Stephanie moaned in sweet, heavenly delight. I kept staring at how her breasts bounced when she swung. By now, the nipple clamps were making her huge nipples red and tender. I wanted to grab them and play with them, but that moment felt so lush and tender that I feared that my touch would ruin it. I was having the most ultimate, mind-blowing sex without touching any of the girls, not even myself. I was afraid to touch them. I loved seeing them wild and free. I felt empowered to watch them, not having to hide. A part of me missed the rush of watching them in a dark corner, behind the couch, or through a cracked door. That’s how I’ve spied on people having sex most of my life, so a part of that thrill was missing. Nonetheless, how could I ignore the even greater rush of being able to watch such nasty girls up close and going at it without holding back?        

       “Mmm, it’s in so nice and deep,” cooed Mia.

       “I’m starving,” Isabelle grinned.

       “Do you want to see what it looks like down there?” asked Stephanie, looking up at me.

       “R-really? I can?”

       “You better…”

       This time I was really sweating. Not with pleasure, but with fear. It had been so long since I’ve been up close to a vagina. I was shaking.

       “Don’t be shy Stella,” Isabelle said, holding my hand. I was in front of Stephanie’s pussy. I trembled. The two bananas inside her were snuggled in tight and the ring of her pussy was so red and sore. 

       “Want to do the honors of peeling the bananas?”

       “I’d love to…”

       To be honest, it felt so bizarre for me when I got down on my knees in front of that stuffed cunt and unpeeled the banana. I stared at that cunt, hypnotized by it. Stephanie looked beautiful down there. Such smooth skin, not a single bump or scar. The small tuff of her strawberry red bush was gorgeous to me, so natural. Her clit was so cute, tiny, and pretty. I breathed in the odor; I got a natural, intimate high from the smell. I wanted to caress that pussy like a long lost kitten. It had been so long, too long, since I’ve touched a cunt. Deep inside, I missed petting pussy. But I promised not to do it again years ago. I got scared and terrified. I thought with age that I would get over it, but at that moment I realized that the agony hadn’t passed, that time never passes. I almost wanted to cry, but not in front of the girls, and especially not in front of Stephanie. I simply backed away slowly so Mia and Isabelle could eat the banana out of her. Isabelle had a tiny glimmer of concern on her face when she stared at me, but I smiled back to relieve her worry. 

       “Eat up girls,” Stephanie smiled.

       Both Mia and Isabelle ate the banana. They giggled and grinned as they ate the banana all the way down to the end. The peels slipped out from Stephanie’s pussy along with her wonderful glob of sticky, gooey cum. They sucked on her pussy lips and her clit and ate her out at the same time, smothering their faces into it afterwards. All was done. I was surprised that the girls didn’t look the least bit exhausted. I was tired and relieved. I loved every moment. The girls embraced each other in celebration of such a fun filled threesome.

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       After the girls got changed back into their normal clothes, we went downstairs and had a cup of coffee. We relaxed and had a little chat. About an hour passed, it was getting late. It was time for Isabelle, Mia, and I to say farewell to Stephanie. Isabelle and Mia spoiled her belly with kisses and warm rubbing hands as we were about to leave the house.

       “Thanks for such a wonderful evening ladies,” Stephanie smiled.

       “Just give us a call whenever you want us to come back,” winked Isabelle.

       “We’ll surely look forward to it.” 

       For some reason, I felt that they weren’t thinking of me being part of their threesome the next time. They were going to go back to their usual routine; fucking each other, just the three of them, alone. I almost wanted to ask if I could come back next time. Being my shy self, I didn’t have the courage. In my heart, I felt that it would be romantic to keep the memory of that day all to myself and to never hope or suspect that this orgasmic event would repeat itself. The way Stephanie stared at me when I said goodbye, sweet and innocently, cried “I hope I will see you again, my dear...”

       Deep down, my hope had no limits.