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My First Girlfriend vol.4Chapter 11: SaturdayI woke up early on Saturday so I could be ready to head to Rebecca’s place around 10am. Normally I don’t like being awake before noon if I don’t have to, but my urge to cum was at an emergency state. Also, I just missed my girlfriend and was excited to spend a couple days with her. I had already packed some overnight supplies, including some extra socks and panties (I assumed she’d still want me in girls underwear). I left a note saying I was staying over at my friend tom’s house, and out the door I went. I caught a bus to her part of town and just about stormed her front door (Actually I just sheepishly crept up to it). For some reason I was nervous, even though we’d been dating for several months. Lately she had become unpredictable to me; springing lots of surprises and upending my understand of our relationship. And after spending a week apart, I had this tiny creeping fear that she could have met someone else? Someone bigger and stronger than me? … ‘No way’ I thought. She was busy all week with school and sports. And she wouldn’t have invited me over all weekend if she wasn’t still really into me. I rang the doorbell and waited impatiently.The door swung open, and she was standing there in just a tank top and some baggy sweatpants (to some, this might not sound attractive, but those thin sweatpants make it VERY easy and fun for me fondle her big ass. So I was very aroused by this). She didn’t rush out to greet me, rather she stood inside the doorway and beckoned me with her index finger to come in. I scurried inside the door which she closed behind me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a nice affectionate kiss-hug which lasted a few seconds. I felt reassured and loved, but good god my dick was causing me problems. She looked at me with a warm smile and asked what I wanted to do today. I think I just stared down longingly at my crotch. Maybe I mumbled something about unlocking the chastity. I didn’t know how exactly to bring it up. It’s humiliating for a guy to not have control over his own body, to have to ask permission to get an erection.”What is it sweety? use your words hehe” I think she knew exactly what I wanted and she was just toying with me. Fine. She wins. I asked her plainly if she would unlock my chastity device for me. “Ooooohhh of course! you haven’t been able to get hard all week, have you baby?” She looked at me as if that rhetorical question needed a response, so I shook my head. She crouched down, bringing her face and hands near my crotch. She began caressing my thighs and hips over my jeans. “And you’ve been a good boy for me, haven’t you baby” She spoke in the tone of voice you use when you talk to a cute puppy. condescending but adoring. She looked up at me for a response, so I nodded. The hatay escort sensual physical contact and her soft smooth voice were causing shivers all over my body as my blood tried to find a place to flow to. I may as well have been buried in cement, because I could not bring myself to move a muscle without her permission. She slid her hands to my belt buckle and fly. She undid my jeans and slid them down my hips a centimeter at a time, painfully slow. “I wonder which panties you’ve chosen to wear for me today”. I was wearing a smooth satiny pink cheeky pair with some white lace trim. In my mind these were probably the sexiest pair I had, but I also just liked the feel of them. “Ahhh good choice my darling” she giggled as she ran her hands over the smooth pink surface enveloping my hips and crotch. Without notice, she withdrew her hands from me, stood up, and instructed me to strip down to just my panties. Without hesitation. I slipped my hoody and shirt over my head, and stumbled out of my jeans and socks. I stood before her in my shiny cheeky panties. She walked around me eyeing me up and down. I was reminded of when Catherine did this same sort of casual inspection yesterday.”Good. Come with me” she ordered with cold professionalism. She led me to her bedroom where I saw the handcuffs and ball-gag laid out on her bed. My heart raced even faster than it already was. She hooked the chain of the handcuffs over a hook in her wall which was just an inch or two higher than I can reach. She beckoned me over and told me put my hands up as high as I can. One at a time, she fastened the dangling cuffs around my wrists, thus securing me with my hands stretched up towards the hook that I couldn’t quite reach. I wasn’t going anywhere unless someone brought me a step-ladder.”Let’s play a little game. I’m going to let you out of chastity, then I’m going to start a timer and milk your cock. I want to see how long you can last giggles. If you can go 10 minutes without cumming, I’ll have sex with you as many times as you want this weekend. But if I get you to cum in under 10 minutes, you won’t be getting laid at all, and you have to do whatever I say until Sunday night. Do you accept my challenge, sissy boy?” I plead for us to just have normal sex instead. She shook her head with an amused grin. She asked me if I’d rather just stay locked up all weekend instead. I shook my head in despair. “Good” she purred.She slid my panties down my hips slowly. Not all the way, just far enough to access the chastity device. The produced the little key from inside her bra and carefully opened the little padlock. My dick was straining against the hard plastic already. I was electrified. She unsheathed my tortured little penis, and it instantly sprang to life like some inflatable toy. She found this delightful escort hatay and giggled at how desperate I was. Keeping in line with the rules of her game, She pulled out her phone and set a timer for 10 minutes. I braced myself for what I thought would be a flurry of sucking and hand strokes. Instead, she pulled my satiny panties back up, maneuvering my raging 4 inch erection into the smooth stretchy garment. I was pitching a very visible tent, but by no means was I bursting out of the girls underwear. Still with an amused grin, she explained to me that most guys can’t fit their whole penis inside a skimpy pair of panties. She said I was very special and proceeded to start kissing me deeply. With her tall body pressed against mine, my ‘tent’ was poking against her thighs. The feeling of finally having a full erection was ecstatic, and the contact with the satin and with her body provided plenty of stimulation. u*********sly, I began grinding against her, hoping to get my dick to her crotch, but falling just short. She noticed this and laughed. She stepped back from me, and slid her white nylon bikini panties down her curvy hips, down her long toned legs, and to the floor. ‘Yes’ I thought – she’s going to have sex with me after all! My high hopes were somewhat discouraged when she picked up her panties, brought them up to my face, and forced them into my mouth which had fallen ajar. I groaned defiantly and tried to squirm away, but she crammed them in until my whole mouth was so full that I couldn’t even spit them out. I tried to vocalize my complaints but you can imagine how poorly that went. She found it all quite funny and said I was cute when I try to put up a fight. While I glared at my captor, she calmly checked the time on her phone.”Hmmmmm still 7 minutes to go. Think you can do it baby?” She displayed no signs of worrying about her own ability to win. I was a little bit angry at this point. This whole ridiculous challenge was something I got coerced into, and I never agreed to have her dirty underwear shoved in my mouth. Then again, the fact that I had her dirty underwear in my mouth was so humiliating and erotic that I was still hard as a rock in my panties, despite not being touched for a minute or two. She brought her face close to mine again – not to kiss me – just to make me feel her breath on my face, and know that I am under her control. She dropped her hands down to my panty-covered crotch and began lightly caressing me over the smooth fabric. I was so engaged and sensitive that even the lightest touches filled me with pleasure. She would trace the length of my cock with her fingers,make little circles on the head, give the shaft a little squeeze, and drag her nails along the underside of my scrotum, all with minimal pressure. Even though she wasn’t even touching hatay escort bayan my genitals directly, I could feel myself slipping closer to the edge. Once in a while she would pause for a second, and when she resumed I would be even more excited. I started to get worried about losing this game. How much time was left? I was going to cum any minute now. In fact, all it would take is a few lubricated strokes on my bare dick, and I was positive I would explode with a week’s worth of pent up cum. She checked the time and showed me there were still 3 minutes left.”This is it baby, if you can last three more little minutes, you get to fuck me all weekend. Can you do it for me baby?” I nodded eagerly. “Good. Because if you fail, you’re going to spend the weekend as my gurlfriend – not my boyfriend. And gurlfriends don’t get to use their dicks.” She let out an evil chuckle and finally pulled my panties down. Now I was really terrified. But the fear only seemed to push my arousal higher. I was actually getting sexual pleasure from this girl dominating me and humiliating me. It’s probably just because she’s hot. Any guy would get turned on by a hot girl doing naughty things to him against his will right? She continued the same gentle grazing and caressing that she had been doing over my panties, only now it was on bare skin so the effect was tenfold. I tried as hard as I could to keep calm, but every touch felt like it could be the one to end it all. I was about to cum and lose the bet. She was going to make me her ‘gurlfriend’? So I’ll be dressed up as a girl all weekend? I flashed back to how it felt when Catherine dressed me up, and those macho guys wanted to fuck me. I remembered that feeling of being hot and slutty, and knowing that a dominant man might decide to use me against my will. At the same moment that I was drifting through thoughts of being made into a feminine sex-slave, Rebecca decided to seal my fate: She placed her lips on my tip, and slowly sucked my whole penis into her mouth so her nose was pressed against my pubic area. She then started pumping up and down on it with light suction and swirling tongue motions. She also wrapped one of her hands around my scrotum and fondled my balls gingerly, while her other hand was pressed against my chest, holding me in place. It was the best thing I’d ever felt in my life, yet I tried in futility to squirm away from her – trying desperately to escape the forbidden orgasm and the humiliating fate it would bring. It took maybe 10 or 20 seconds of this before I felt my inner voice say ‘You want to be a gurl again anyway. Give in’. My powerless little penis convulsed. In fact my whole body convulsed as an imposing orgasm triumphantly took over my body. Rebecca enthusiastically sucked out every last drop of cum I had (and I had an enormous amount from my week of frustration. It felt so good it hurt. When I was totally drained of sexual energy, she released me from her mouth, gave her lips a quick wipe and said to me.”Looks like I have a new gurlfriend this weekend.”

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