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What Just Happened? Ch. 02

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02 – Am I a pervert?

When we got home it was late in the afternoon. We had been gone all day, first to the salon, then shopping, lunch, drinks and the crossdresser store. I was tired but felt very sexy under my clothes. I did not want Beth, my step sister, to know that I totally enjoyed the experience today. I thought that she would think I am perverted.

As we came into the house carrying mostly my new girlie clothes, I hurried into the downstairs bathroom to pee. I unzipped the zipper on my jeans, slid my panties to the side, pulled out my cock and positioned myself to pee, when the door flew open. What are you doing, Beth asked calmly? I froze with my step-sister standing there as I was holding my cock. I need to pee, I responded. Not like that you don’t sweetie, she replied.

She told me to turn around and instinctively I did with my back to the toilet. Beth unbuckled my belt, and the top button of my jeans, then said let me see you wiggle out of them and keep your legs close together as you do.

Without hesitating I did and at the same time was wondering what I was doing. Now pull your panties down from the back slowly she said and again I did as she instructed. David, sit on the commode and pee like a girl while we talk. I sat down while Beth was watching me. I began to pee and it was shooting up and I grabbed my dick and forced it down between my legs. I felt myself peeing on my balls and ass as I sat like a girl with Beth watching me.

I felt my face turning red as she stood there while I peed in the commode with all of the noise I was making. So how did you enjoy the day she asked. I looked down at her feet embarrassed and mumbled as I finished. I began to stand dripping from my balls and ass. No David, sit back down and wipe yourself like a girl would with a tissue. You don’t want your panties wet do you, asked Beth.

I sat back down and reached for the tissue and wiped myself and dropped the tissue in the commode. I stood and Beth watched as I pulled my panties back in place. They were on the outside of the garter belt holding my nylons up. Beth commented that the way I was wearing my panties over the garter belt was the best way because it was easier to go to the bathroom to do my business, change my panties if needed or remove them if I wanted to go without them.

Turn around David, Beth said forcefully. Weird the way she said it I thought to myself, but I slowly turned with her looking me over. You look nice in nylons and panties, don’t they feel great she asked as she pulled the back of my panties istanbul travesti into the crack of my ass. There, she said that looks more feminine. Beth then told me to step out of my jeans. That is kind of hard Beth, I replied, I have my shoes on. Beth told me to sit back on the commode, remove your shoes then take off your jeans; that won’t be so hard would it.

I slowly sat back down and untied my shoes. I slipped them off, then my socks that were covering my nylons. I then stood in front of my step-sister and dropped my jeans, then stepped out of them. There I stood in panties over my garter belt and nylons. I still had my sweat shirt and tee shirt on, but nothing else. Beth gently touched the front of my panties with the tip of her finger getting a reaction from my dick which was wet from pee and pre-cum mixed together. She smiled as she licked her finger for a second.

Beth then stood in front of me and unzipped the sweatshirt and pulled it off letting it fall to the floor. I thought the tee shirt was next, but she lifted her skirt and slowly pulled her panties down, then sat on the commode. She began peeing and smiled at me. I was becoming intoxicated with my step-sister and my cock was showing it as it pushed the front of panties outward. Beth finished peeing and took tissue and dried herself.

She then stood up in front of me and let her panties fall on the floor. She turned her back to me and bent over to pick them up exposing her beautiful clean shaven pussy. I wanted to grab her hips and penetrate her pussy with my wet cock but thought that was sick. She then stood and faced me with a silly grin and lifted her panties to my nose. Beth told me to breathe in and I did. Don’t they smell wonderful Beth asked? I couldn’t talk because the unexpected sensation left me speechless.

Do you want to sit around with me tonight and enjoy the evening dressed as a girl? I shamefully nodded my head. Good Beth said, we need to shower and get dressed, maybe enjoy a pizza and watch a little TV. Okay with you she asked? Again I bashfully nodded my head.

So off to our rooms we went. Beth went up the stairs first and I followed close behind carrying my new possessions. She stopped quickly after dropping her panties and bent over, her beautiful pussy just inches from my face. I’m sorry she apologized, that bothers you doesn’t it. Without waiting for an answer she continued to her room and me to mine.

I sat on my bed, my mind spinning with all of the things that had happened in just this one day. It was hard istanbul travestileri to forget that I was sitting here in girls’ underwear covered with just a tee shirt. On my bed next to me were several bags of clothing and one of the bags was from the crossdresser store. I was embarrassed and frightened; there were a number of sales clerks who helped Beth and I today. Also there was the young salesgirl at the Crossdresser Store who when asked about the wig and breast forms, Beth explained they were for me. And this all started by being humiliated at the salon were I was shaved clean and dressed in girl’s undies, people now knew about me. Plus I just peed like a girl in front of my sister.

I sat here with all of these emotions running through my head but I was afraid to admit that I liked what had happened. I could feel the nylons against my cleanly shaved skin and as I walked the panties pulled against my bum and I wanted so much to enjoy the new breast forms in my bra. How could I admit I really liked it and still not show too much enthusiasm? What is Beth thinking? She is behaving different now; not bad, but different. Am I a pervert for liking to dress in girl’s panties, bras and nylons? I loved dressing I kept thinking to myself and I loved looking at my sister’s pussy, so I am not gay at least, maybe just a little perverted. There must be other guys like me I thought as I tried to justify the sensations in my mind. But placing my finger in Beth’s wet pussy and hear Beth moan earlier today made me really perverted but heterosexual, what mixed emotions.

I got up and slipped out of my panties and feminine things, unhooking the bra in the back and laid all of the soiled clothes on the bed. I looked at myself in the mirror clean shaven and my cock half erect and I went off to take a shower. There I found in the shower stall was a bottle of body wash from Victoria’s Secret, I smelled it and it smelled so good. Where did this come from but what the hell I thought, so I used it. I felt a bit nasty as I washed. I got out of the shower and dried off, patting myself as I thought a girl would. Smiling to myself as I thought how nasty and playful this might become. I walked to my bed to find the soiled clothes I had worn today gone and replaced with one of the new bra and panty sets Beth bought at Victoria’s Secret for me.

Also laying there was the new chemise, wig and breast forms. Beth was busy I thought to myself as I walked towards the bed. There was a knock at my door and before istanbul travesti I could answer she stepped into my bedroom. God she looked great. She was wearing one of her new babydolls with tiny little cheeky panties and no bra. Her babydoll was sheer and her body was to die for. I realized I had no clothes on and I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist in a fit of modesty.

David what are you doing as she walked over to me and pulled the towel loose and let it drop at my feet. She looked me over and said I looked quite nice in the nude. She held out her finger and there were her soiled panties from earlier. A gift she said as she placed them in my hand. She glanced down at my dick and smiled. It is difficult for guys to hide that fact they are excited isn’t it she said.

Are you ready to get dressed Beth asked? I guess so I responded. Never mind then Beth said as she turned to walk away, I don’t want to force you into something that you don’t enjoy. A million things flashed through my mind and I then said, yes Beth I want to dress in girls’ clothing, please! Beth turned and smiled as she said, that’s my brother, a sissy girl at heart. Beth offered her hand which I took and she led me into her bedroom, my semi stiff dick bouncing along the way.

I was told she was going to apply just a hint of makeup, not much because we were not going out. Beth went on to say she was fascinated with the thought she would have a sissy as a sister. Beth please do not call me a sissy I asked politely. Then how would you refer to what you are David? You are a sissy, that’s not a bad thing; accept who you are David, a sissy boy who likes being dressed as a girl. Say it David, say what you are.

I paused and then said that I am a sissy boy who likes dressing as a girl. I am not gay or bisexual either I added. That’s better Beth said, finally we are making progress. After a little work on my face we went back into my bedroom and I stepped into my panties. It felt so wonderful as I pulled them up my clean shaved legs. Beth again grabbed them from behind and pulled them deep into the crack of my ass. I then put my new bra on and Beth was eager to help fasten it in the back. She then grabbed the breast forms from the bed and tucked them into the bra cups. Oh I moaned aloud at the sensation and the thought I had about what I was doing with my sister. My dick was swelling up but not erect. She then lifted the chemise over my head and I lifted my arms as she let it fall in place.

One more item Beth said as she told me to sit on my bed. She then straddled my leg as she placed the wig on my head. Her breasts at one point brushed my face, she smelled wonderful. She got closer rubbing her thighs against mine as she brushed my hair and adjusted the wig to her satisfaction. I am in sissy heaven, so what is wrong about this I thought to myself.

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Wedding Day’s Coming

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Out in the country, girls tended to get married early in life. At least that’s how it was back when I was young. This sets the scene for an event that I still can’t stop thinking about.

My sister got engaged and there was constant planning and preparations in the months leading to her big day. I wasn’t that interested in any of it, but one day I got involved. While my sister and mother were in the city, a bunch of her friends came over to do some wedding dress alterations. This took place in the spare bedroom with an ample supply of sewing equipment and supplies. I was in my room when I heard them laughing and talking while climbing the stairs.

After a while of struggling with the dress, they decided they needed a dress maker’s dummy but that was something we didn’t have. One of them laughed loudly and while the others suppressed their giggles, there was knock at my door. It was Martina, a new neighbor of ours. She asked coyly, “Hey, can you help us with something?”

I made my way over to the door, opened it and said, “Well, that depends what it is.” She was so damn sexy.

She grabbed me by my belt and said, “Oh, just come on.”

They explained that they needed someone to model the dress while they made some measurements and since I was about the right size, they needed me to wear it. Normally I would have refused but I had a crush on Martina. She smiled and nodded as they waited for my reply.

I shrugged and said, “Oh what the heck, I guess I can do özbek escort it.” I secretly didn’t really mind as I had a secret. Sometimes, while home alone, I had tried on my sister’s lingerie on numerous occasions and even her high heels. I would then stand in front of a full length mirror and admire my female looking self. I had a feminine build back then and looked very convincing. This never failed to give me a solid erection and I had to be extra careful not to leave any slippery trails of pre come on my sister’s panties. I’d put on a condom and rub my lace covered bulge while bending over in front of the mirror and imagine I was horny, slutty young woman wanting to be fucked hard by the person I was in real life. This was always followed by a terrific orgasm that left me with shame and a come filled condom.

So there I was, standing on a chair, blushing wearing boxer shorts and a t shirt under a frilly white wedding gown in front of five pretty but very business like young ladies. Martina said, while holding dress maker’s pins in her lips, “Thanks again Frank, this is so much easier now.” They were all busy working behind me when it happened. Try as I might, I couldn’t stop the growing erection from forming. I just stood still and looked at the ceiling close to my head when Martina walked around to the space in front of me.

Her eyes opened wide and I’ll never forget what happened next. She grabbed my stiff cock and pushed it down between azeri escort my legs, where I deftly trapped it between my thighs. I was mortified, but at the same time, grateful. Then she said to the others, “Oh dang, we need to go to town for more thread and such.”

I watched out the window from my vantage point on the chair, with my throbbing tool still squeezed between my thighs. They all piled into their old convertible, except for Martina who, instead of joining them, turned and headed back into the house. She came back into the room and said, “Wow, that was a close one, wasn’t it?” I said nothing, I just swallowed hard, blushed and nodded.

Then she said, “Don’t be embarrassed. I’m surprised you didn’t get erect sooner.” This was followed by a long silence. Martina told me to lift my dress and wiped the trail of pre come down the length of my inner thigh. My cock sprang out a bobbed up and down comically in front of me, flinging a strand of clear fluid away from me, landing on her lips. Her pretty pink tongue licked at it and she smiled seductively.

“I stammered, “Oops, sorry.” I’d never been so embarrassed in my life.

She laughed, “Are you kidding? I love it!” Then she pulled my shorts down and looked me in the eye while slowly stroking my hard prick. She said, “Step out of those, I have an idea.” She selected the sexiest of my sister’s panties and tan stockings from the dresser drawer I knew so well and had me put them kazank escort on. She rolled the slick, cool fabric of the stockings up my legs, adjusting them to her satisfaction. She rubbed her cheeks and lips against my lace covered sex package while pulling at my stocking tops. I was so excited by all she was doing as I stood trembling on the chair that I felt I might spill my come if she didn’t stop soon.

She stopped to peel off her shirt over her head and stood there in her lacy push up bra rubbing herself between her long, denim covered legs. My heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing, aching for release as I took in the sight of her. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around my panty encased buttocks crushing her hot, sweaty breasts against my hard member as it stuck up out of the panties’ waistband elastic. She held me there tightly and started rocking me and rubbing my slick cock head with her breast flesh. Her hot breath panted against my belly and her nipples dug into my flesh through her bra. She moaned, “Oh this feels so fucking nice that I wish you would stick it up my ass!”

That did it! I shuddered and let go of the dress. My semen forced it’s way out of my swollen rod apple. My come seared the skin under her chin and ran down her neck. She released me from her embrace and ducked out from under the frilly wedding gown. She looked at herself in the mirror while rubbing her crotch mound furiously. She gritted her teeth and sighed loudly, “Oh fuck, you creamed all over me!” She bent over and climaxed hard. She took her hand away from herself and I saw a growing dampness spreading in between her legs.

I never saw her again after the wedding, we never did have sex and I still fantasize about putting my every solid inch up her round behind.

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From Slut to Slave Ch. 03

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This is the 3rd Chapter describing the increased domination of Rachel and her path towards greater humiliation. I hope you enjoy the read as much as I did the writing.

Note: I wish I could thank the Anonymous User who pointed out a great deal of times when I inverted the names of the protagonists, which made the story quite confusing. This has been fixed.

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Liz was laying back, massaging her still throbbing pussy and giggling with Frank from the after-effect of her orgasm. “Oh my god… that felt so good, I can’t believe it”.

“Well… my slut clearly aims to please,” Frank said, smiling and caressing Rachel’s shoulder as she had snuggled close to him.

The air was thick with sexual tension as the two childhood friends were slowly left to realize that the moment could not be taken back and both now knew of Rachel’s servile personality.

Liz had enjoyed dominating her friend and surprised herself with thoughts of wanting to keep the evening going. She reached across Frank’s body and brushed her fingers against Rachel’s cheeks, “You were amazing…” she paused for effect, adding with a smile “…and an amazing little slut.”

Rachel felt an odd sense of pride and satisfaction from being praised. Frank poked her on the shoulder for a response.

“This slut thanks you, Mistress”, she said almost inaudibly, surprising herself by staying in character. While the fever of sexual activities had dimmed slightly after Liz’s orgasm, Rachel’s excitement was still at peak. Neither Frank nor her had finished and her pussy was still damp from the excitement of being forced to service Liz. She didn’t have to guess if Frank was still horny, you could see his erection plain as day.

Liz’s pussy felt stretched but thankfully she had come quickly and was not overly sore from her first fisting experience. She thought of how she had played the role of the light dominatrix before, tying up a lover to bed for the evening, but never pushed it as far as she did tonight. She felt immediately at ease dominating and humiliating her friend while acting submissive to Frank.

Knowing that only her pleasure had been taken care of, Liz wanted to keep things going and softly kissed Frank’s chest, asking “I want to take care of you while she watches. Can I do that?”

“Oh, that’s mean… You’re really getting into this,” Frank laughed, glancing at Rachel, who seemed to pout.

“You’re right, I should let her participate… If she behaves.”

“She’s yours to use… and abuse,” Frank nudged her.

“Mmm… good, I’m going to enjoy this!” Liz said, immediately instructing “Get up, slut, turn on the lights and get back here in front of me.”

Rachel was not expecting a new session immediately following Liz’s orgasm but was only to happy to comply; as much as she could have rebelled, what would have been the point? Her childhood friend just asked her to eat her ass a few minutes ago and she had readily accepted. Obeying came naturally to her and she wanted to submit a lot more before the night was over. She rose, turned the lights on and sat back down in front of Liz.

“Uh-uh, stay up. Hands behind your head, let those tits perk up. Nice!… Now turn around and spread your legs,” Liz said, acting out the required behavior by swirling her finger in the air. Rachel complied and heard her Mistress tell Frank that she always had the best ass at school and all the boys wanted it. That she could always get what she wanted because of her ass. “Isn’t that right?” Liz asked.

“I don’t know…” Rachel answered, half surprised at the memory and slight dig that her friend was taking.

“Uh, you don’t know… Of course you don’t know… Spread your legs a little more. Now bend down so we can see that pussy,” Rachel obeyed again, fighting the renewed embarrassment. They were not in the throws of having sex, no one was buzzed; it was impossible to claim that she did it “in the flow of things” or because “she’s had one too many drinks”. This was just about submitting, completely lucid and without excuses.

Liz winked at Frank, kissing him on the cheek before getting up and walking behind Rachel, slowly caressing her butt cheeks. Her hand rubbed against Rachel’s pussy, playing almost inadvertently with her slit and causing an immediate gasp. Rachel was so on edge that her body betrayed her immediately. Almost without thought, she arched her back, offering better access to her intimate area.

“Shhh, shh not yet… I’ll tell you when you can get excited,” Liz said, softly reprimanding her as one would a child. “I noticed you did not call me Mistress last time you answered. Don’t you think you should be punished for that?”

“Yes Mistress, this slut should be punished,” Rachel answered immediately. The humiliation of saying these words and calling herself slut were irrelevant at this point; she was willing to take all the abuse in exchange for more caresses and ultimately, an orgasm.

Turning to Frank, otele gelen escort Liz smiled. “She’s a natural. I always knew she loved sex but I never thought she’d be such a good slut… Craving obedience and humiliation as much as she does. Isn’t that right, slut?”, she said as her hand was slowly caressing Rachel’s cheeks.

“Yes Mistress.”

“Spread yourself,” Liz ordered and Rachel quickly grabbed her own cheeks and opened herself to full view. She knew her orifices were now in complete display and with her pussy wide open, both could easily see her juices glistening. The cover of semi-darkness was gone and with the bedroom lights turned on, Rachel’s shame grew once more. Each time she accepted to get along and reached a new plateau, it seemed Liz or Frank pushed her further, only building up her excitement.

Liz patted Rachel’s puffed lips, cupping them with her hand. A small bead of juice immediately stuck to her palm; despite the humiliation, Rachel was getting increasingly wet. Satisfied with the state of her slut, Liz crawled back to Frank, grabbing his semi hard penis and asked “Do I have permission to use your slut again?”

“Seems a bit late to ask, isn’t it? From what I see, she’s really enjoying being used and you are relishing the role of the Mistress,” stated Frank, getting increasingly hard as Liz’s hand pressed his penis.

“I want her to be more than a slut for one evening…” answered Liz as she started to kiss Frank’s head and shaft, turned on by her own words, “I want her to be my slave.” As she finished her sentence, she used copious amounts of saliva and alternated between jerking Frank off slowly and shoving his cock to the back of her throat, eager to show her excitement.

Meanwhile, Rachel did not know how to react and stayed in position, slightly bent forward while pulling her cheeks apart. She felt butterflies in her stomach when Liz mentioned her being a slave. Rachel knew she wanted to be spanked, fucked and treated like a slut but had difficulty reconciling that she wanted this from someone she knew so well. Her thoughts were interrupted by Frank’s moans, clearly appreciating the attention his dick was receiving.

Liz knew she had to make Frank the center of attention for a little while in order to get what she wanted. Gently massaging his cock, she told Rachel to turn around and asked her: “Do you have toys at home, slut?”

“Mo… Most of them are at Master’s house, Mistress,” Rachel answered, mentally going through peaks and valleys as she heard the moans of appreciation from Frank right behind her, rattling her senses. She was slave to both, unable to complain and unable to join until required to do so. The thought of Frank taking another woman, and her best friend to boot, was the new harsh reality that she had to face.

“That’s a bummer,” replied Liz. “You must have something in here to play with, don’t you?”

“I don’t think so Mistress; everything is at Master’s house.”

“Go find something that you can use,” Frank stated, intrigued about Liz’s take charge attitude and looking forward to seeing what she had in mind. “And pick well or I’ll find something myself and it nearly won’t be as much fun,” he added.

“Bring a wooden spoon too,” quipped Liz.

“Yes Master and Mistress,” she answered before walking out. As soon as she was in the hallway, she stepped into a different world and felt she could have stopped the evening right here and then if she’d wanted to. She could have walked back in and told them both it was over but the truth is that she wanted to please them both and more importantly, her clit was pulsating under its hood as she was yearning for the next test she was going to be put through. Without thinking, her hand had nested itself between her legs, slowly massaging the area right above her clit and keeping herself on edge without risk of coming.

Back in the bedroom, Frank was enjoying the pressure of Liz’ fingers on his shaft and commented “You are really into this, aren’t you?”

Liz moaned immediately, taking his head in her mouth and slurping saliva; “I love it,” she answered. “Tell me, how far has she gone before? What’s the most humiliating thing you’ve ever done to her?”

“Mmm… it depends on what type of humiliation you’re taking about… I’ve forced her to wear a vibrating egg in her panties and walk in public.”

“Ooh, very fun. Did she come?”

“How many times is the question,” he smiled.

“What else?” Liz cooed, coaxing him to open up more.

After thinking and panting more heavily as Liz was doing a number on his dick, Frank said “I let a guy jerk off on her while she was seating in a car; we were abroad and I heard of an area where this could happen. It did; the guy was outside and jeezed through the open window while she was fingering herself…”

Liz strapped him and started grinding on top of him, rubbing his penis between her lips and clit “Oh my god, I love it!” She swayed her hips back and forth and added türkmen escort “So hot to show her like that… Mmm… What else have you done to her?”

Her juices were making slapping noises rubbing against his dick, stimulating Frank to the point where he thought he may just end up coming without penetration. Grabbing her breasts, he started rubbing her nipples, seemed to hesitate if for a second and finally answered between labored breaths:”I pissed on her after we screwed once.”

Liz mimicked an exaggerated shocked expression with a smile of complicity “You. Did. Not!” while immediately grabbing his shaft and lifting herself up, allowing frank’s penis to be placed directly under her vagina. She slowly moved down, impaling herself with ease, slick with the juices streaming out of her pussy. Frank immediately bucked, his penis throbbing from an evening of excitement and already getting close to orgasm.

“Did too… She loved it,” he added.

Rachel walked back in the room, feeling almost as if this was no longer her apartment and needing permission to “intrude” back in. She was holding a wooden spoon and a sizable zucchini – by far the most phallic thing she could find as she did not want to get punished for picking something that would not satisfy Frank. Standing in the room, her breath became shallow, taken aback by the sight of Liz riding Frank so sensually and free of any embarrassment.

Sensing her presence, Liz stared straight at her for a few seconds without saying anything. Instead, she bit her own lip and moaned in an exaggerated fashion. She wanted to push her dominance again and scolded Rachel like a child: “Get out and close the door behind you, Slut! Knock politely and wait for an answer.”

Startled, Rachel immediately obeyed and closed the door behind her before realizing how lame she must have appeared. She actually gave in to Liz’s request and was now standing outside her own room, leaking juices while her boyfriend was getting fucked by her best friend. Rachel was so horny that she didn’t seem to be able to think straight or make a proper decision of her own. Her desire was greater than her anger, her willingness to submit stronger with each passing minute. After waiting for a few seconds, she gently knocked on the door, to the sound of Liz giggling with Frank.

“Who is it?” Liz’s coy voice answered.

Rachel took a breath and answered with a voice that could barely be heard through the door “It is your slut, Mistress.” It was one thing to talk like that when she was eating her pussy or getting fingered, but when a physical door was between them, the thought of degradation only became stronger.

“Come in, little slut,” answered Liz.

The scene had not changed but Rachel was mentally ready for it this time and took a few steps inside the room.

Liz kissed Frank and said “I’m sorry honey, I need to switch position so I can enjoy the view but I promise, it will be worthwhile”.

A slurpy sound rang through the room as Liz got up, leaving Frank’s dick veiny and purple as he was running out of ideas for not coming in the next few moments.

Liz turned around and sat on Frank’s thighs, leaning forward in a reverse cowgirl position so that he could enjoy the full view of her ass and drenched pussy. Staring at Rachel, she asked “Are you ready to obey some more and show us what a real slut you are?”

“Ye… Yes, Mistress,” Rachel stuttered almost immediately.

“Good, hand me the spoon and kneel in front of me.”

Left with the zucchini in her hand, Rachel slowly got on her knees, her thighs upright and standing slightly taller than Liz who was on all fours on the floor mattress.

Frank was pushing the tip of his dick between Liz’s cheeks, insatiably shoving himself back inside her pussy and forcing a moan out of her.

“Mmm… That feels good… Do you like watching little slut?” Liz asked.

“Yes, Mistress, this slut likes to watch,” Rachel answered, unable to keep herself from being turned on.

“But you like acting better than watching, don’t you little slut?” Moaning as Frank penetrated her with the tip of his dick.

“Yes, Mistress,” Rachel answered as Liz leaned in, holding herself on her forearm and using her right hand to gently glide her fingers on her slut’ slit. Rachel’s body immediately shuddered as Liz continued and spread her lips by pushing two fingers inside her.

“I want you to seat on that fake dick you have in your hand and look at me while you do it.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress,” Rachel was elated at the thought of putting something inside herself again, whether a dildo, a finger or a zucchini – she just wanted to be filled up. As soon she started pushing the vegetable inside, she heaved and moaned but said with a concerned voice “Mistress, I’m worried that it won’t fit and is too dry.”

Liz was loving it; she had reduced her childhood friend to a complete submissive slut in less than one evening. She could tell evi olan escort that Rachel’s body was tense and sweaty from excitement; she could probably get her to come on command at this point but with the excitement of degrading her further, she was not about to let her off so easily.

She replied coldly “Leaking as you are, that is your problem to solve. All I know is I want to see a good show and your butt resting on your feet inside of two minutes.”

“Yes Mistress,” Rachel answered while awkwardly holding the zucchini straight up under herself as she rubbed her pussy lips on the tip. She kept the zucchini straight with her fingers while using her indexes to keep her lips wide open, lubricating the tip as she rubbed it on herself. The embarrassment of doing this in front of Liz was far behind the desire to shove something inside her. Liz was the one who had brought her to this level of excitement and Rachel was only to happy to submit and show her appreciation.

Within a minute, the first couple of inches were gliding smoothly and Rachel’s moans echoed through the room. Liz meanwhile was fucking herself on Frank by lifting and lowering her hips onto his, giving him the double view of her own ass and his girlfriend masturbating in front of them.

“Don’t you dare rub your clit, little slut. Just keep fucking yourself,” Liz barked, eyeing Rachel’s movements.

Rachel was shattered as she heard this, her hand was already on her stomach and moving towards her hood. She knew that she needed to rub her clit in order to come. Like any best friend, Liz also knew that Rachel required clitoris stimulation to orgasm; preventing her from touching it would guarantee that she would hold out longer.

Liz focused her back on the task, moaning “Oh my god, your Master feels so good inside of me, Slut. Do you want to fill yourself up too?”

“Oh yes, Mistress,” Rachel cooed.

“Mmmm… I need to hear you say it, little slut. Say what you’re doing to yourself.”

Panting, Rachel blurted “This slut is fucking herself Mistress and filling herself up.”

“Ahhh. Very good. And what are you fucking, Slut?”

Not understanding, Rachel answered “This slut is fucking a zucchini, Mistress”

The wooden spatula fell on Liz’s breast, stinging and shocking her immediately. “What part of yourself are you fucking, Slut? Use the right term or you get one more!” Liz felt empowered at the sight of her slut squatting lower each time she moved down. She was pleased to see that Rachel had reacted because she was physically stung, not because it was Liz who had slapped her.

Rachel stuttered “My… my cunt, Mistress, I’m fucking my cunt.”

“Very good little slut,” panted Liz as she pressed the wooden spoon on Rachel’s clit for a couple of seconds. “Here’s your reward.”

Rachel’s ass was touching her heels as she came up and down the zucchini, leaving only two or three inches outside her pussy. She had passed the widest part of the vegetable and felt the stretching subdued as the most bulbous area was already inside her. A throaty sound came out as the spoon was pressed onto her clit, allowing her to get closer to the edge.

“Does this slut like fucking herself in the cunt with a dirty vegetable?”

“Oh yes, Mistress, this slut loves it,” Rachel breathed harder and felt that most of the zucchini was now inside her. Her ass banging against the floor, adding one more inch of the vegetable inside her.

“Mmm. Very good. Now, I want you to take the spoon and watch while your Master fucks me and comes inside of me. Do you understand?”

“Yes… Mistress… This… slut.. understands,” Rachel labored her words at this point, her sex filled to the brim coupled with the excitement of having to obey each verbal command was putting her on the verge of coming, even without rubbing her clit. She grabbed the spoon that was handed to her, unsure of what to do with her. The zucchini was so far inside her that she didn’t need to hold it in, only to seat on it and pump her ass up and down.

“You will slap yourself with the spoon if you feel you are going to come. You are not allowed to come yet, is that clear?”

Rachel babbled a meek “Yes, Mistress,” as her eyes were getting teary, her organs feeling as if they were going to explode inside of her.

Liz turned her head back to Frank, smiled at him and said “Please come inside me whenever you are ready, Master. My cunt only aims to satisfy you, my body is yours to use and abuse as you see fit.”

SMACK! She heard the noise and smiled once more, knowing that Rachel just slapped herself to refrain from coming.

“You can fuck me in the ass in front of your other slut while I abuse her some more,” Liz continued.

SMACK! From the corner of her eye, she caught Rachel slapping the wooden spoon on her tit this time, catching her breath at the sting of her own beating.

This was too much for Frank who was now pounding Liz, alternating his gaze between his dick splitting Liz open and Rachel, who looked like a panicked deer on the road, her hand raised above her head, ready to fall the spoon onto herself once more.

He came deep inside her, shooting strings of cum while grunting, his body tensing up with spams of relief. Liz stared at Rachel, panting excitedly, as Frank rammed her deeper with each new burst.

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Vacation in NYC

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This is my first story. I hope that you all like it!!

The 4 hour drive from Boston to NYC was full of excitement. I stopped along the way in CT and got a pedicure and then off I went. The lady looked at me strange when I asked for the hot pink polish, but that’s why I stopped at a random place where I knew nobody. The ride was fast. No traffic at all. I drove most of the way in heels, which made the ride even more fun.

After checking in at the Marriott Marquis, I went upstairs and started to unpack. I was so excited. The next 4 days were going to be spent entirely as Patti. This had never happened before. Usually it was an hour here and a couple hours there.

I took a long bath and shaved every hair off my body. I had my outfit picked out long before I even arrived in The Big Apple. I started by pulling up my white lace thong. Next I put on a lace matching bra. Then I slowly rolled up my white thigh hi stockings, careful not to get a tear. Then the long, white, lace, sheer gown with slits up both legs. I put on my 5 inch clear platform, ultra sexy stripper shoes!! After admiring myself in the mirror for a few minutes, I went to the makeup table I had earlier setup. I put on my giant, gold hoop earrings and my fake nose ring. Slipped on my rings, anklet and bracelets. I put on my shoulder length, wavy blond wig. Finally, I did my makeup and applied my fingernails (french manicure, of course!!).

By this point, I was so horny. I stood in the window, glaring down into Times Square wondering if anyone was looking up at me. I bent over in front of the window, slid my thong string off to the side, and inserted a small butt plug. I loved the feeling of having the plug inside levent escort me. It adds to the feminine feeling that I get when transforming into Patti. I rubbed my pussy for a few moments, while still looking into Times Sqaure.

I poured myself a drink and slowly strutted to the couch and sat down. I crossed my legs and started to rub them up and down. I love the feeling of nylon clad legs. Soooo sexy. I was relaxing and taking in the moment when I heard a knock at the door. I put down my drink and stood up. I checked myself in the mirror and walked over to the door.

“Who is it?”

“Tony”

I pulled open the door and there he was. 6’2″ of pure, hunky manliness. He threw his bags into the room and I jumped into his arms and we started to passionately kiss. Tongues were moving so fast and so deep that I felt his tonsils. We closed the door behind us and slowly made our way to the bed, kissing the whole time. “You look gorgeous”, he said. I put my finger over his mouth and started to undress him. I was wasting no time. I ripped off all of his clothes. I took a second to take him in, laying on the bed, naked, and rock hard. I got back on the bed and started to stroke his shaft with my nails, something I knew he liked. He shivered and I cupped his balls. Slowly massaging them. I went in for another kiss while rubbing my very hard girlie cock against his. I had waited 3 long years for this moment. Tony and I had been talking and playing online for that long. We both had to make it so the time was right to meet, and that time was here.

I went down and started to lick his shaft, very slow. I licked his head and rubbed his balls. Slowly I scratched beyoğlu escort his balls with my nails. Knowing that he was so turned on, had me even more turned on. I was rock hard and oozing precum everywhere. I sucked on his sexy cock for a few minutes. By that point, I was going to cum. Tony saw me and said, “Cum in my mouth, baby.”

Quickly, I moved towards his mouth. When I got to about 4 inches away, I blew my load. Most of it got in his mouth, a little on his chin. He sucked me dry and then pulled me close to him. I went in for the kiss, only to find that my cum was still in his mouth. He spread my cum all over my mouth with his tongue. I obliged and kissed him passionately. I knew that it was time for me to get back to business.

I started to rub his cock as I slowly turned around on the bed. My bum was near his face, my mouth was on his cock. I kept sucking and licking and he started to kiss my bum. Wow!! That felt amazing. I started to go a little faster and saw that he was starting to tense up. I knew what was coming. In and out I went. Faster and faster, until I felt Tony shoot his load into the back of my throat. I slowed down, but kept licking until all the cum was gone. I licked his cock clean, like a melting ice cream cone. I was not like him. No sharing here. I swallowed it all, and I must say, that it was quite yummy.

I moved up close to Tony and he wrapped his arm around me. We layed there for a little bit and then started to chat. Chatting led to kissing. Passionate kisses with plenty of tongue and nibbling. I put my hand on his cock and he was hard again. I still felt amazing and knew that I wanted him to fuck me. kağıthane escort

“I see you are ready to go again”, I said.

“I have told you that I am always ready!!”

I reached into the nightstand and grabbed the lube. “You up for some fun?”

“Are you sure you are ready for this? You said you would wait and see how it goes.”

“I’m ready. Just be gentle.” I got up on my knees and asked him to take out the plug. He slowly pulled it out and put it back in. I was rock hard again. Tony pulled out the plug and started to apply lube to my pussy. I let out a huge moan when he inserted a finger into me. I grabbed the lube and slathered it all over his dick. I threw a pillow under my belly and I leaned forward onto it. He started to rub the tip of his dick around the opening of my hole. OMG!! He slowly inserted himself into me. Once he was inside I felt amazing. I will admit that it hurt a little but the pleasure I was feeling was much greater. He fucked me slow for quite a while. In and out he went and without notice, my cum shot across the bed. I was breathing heavy, enjoying every minute. Tony was going at his own pace. He was still going slow, with an occasional heavy thrust all the way in. I could tell that he was getting closer to cumming.

“I want to cum inside you.”

“What if I get pregnant?” As we both laughed, he shot his load deep inside me. I moved back into him a few times and he kept his dick inside me until it went soft.

I layed back on the bed, not caring that cum was dripping everywhere. I could barely move. Tony went to the bathroom and was walking back to the bed. He jumped down next to me.

“Wow. I can’t believe we took 3 years to do this.”

“I agree. It was well worth the wait. Keep me close all night.”

I had no interest in cleaning myself off. I rolled over and quickly fell asleep, while in Tony’s arms. Before I closed my eyes, I thought to myself, the first day was amazing. What will the next 3 be like? We shall see…

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Unconditional Love Ch. 03

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I stood for a moment, after shutting my bedroom door, trying to get everything that had taken place to register in my mind. Alison was indeed a transsexual, her cock was definitely bigger than mine’ and I had just come very close to having sexual intercourse with her.

She’d’ given me a blowjob and she had licked my asshole, which was odd, but it had felt good to be honest. Then I had done it once in her room and once in her car, jerking her off and when I did it in the car I actually made her cum, This was all just absolutely’ fucking insane, but I realized just how much I had enjoyed what we had done.

I raised my hand to my face in I could still smell the scent of her cock from when I had jerked her off. I wanted to do more; I was curious as to what it might taste like, but obviously, it was too late now since she had left already.

So I decided to just take a shower and try to forget about it until I heard from her again, which conveniently was only about an hour later when she called me to tell me she was home.

“So I had a lot of fun tonight,” she said on the phone.

“Yeah me to,” I replied. “Think we could do it again?”

She laughed and sighed into the phone.

“I don’t see why not.”

I wanted to confess to her my curiosities, to see what she might say about it and if she was willing to let me try anything more then what we had done in the car. There was of course a limit to how far I would go, but I was willing to try a few things besides just stroking her cock.

I decided against it though, my nervousness getting the better of me in the situation.

“When can I see you again?” I asked instead.

“Hmm,” she said. “Well, how about next Friday night we could go to the movies. I would say sooner, but I’ve got a lot of studying to be done this week so I just won’t have the time to do it until Friday.”

“That’s fine with me,” I replied.

It was true anything was good with me as long as I got’ to spend more time with her at some point.

“Great, so we’ll talk about it at school on Monday; deal?”

I agreed and we hung up the phone. I tried for an hour after that conversation to get to sleep but to no success, I found that I was wide’ awake at almost 2:00 in the morning. Eventually I did manage to fall asleep and when I did I slept like a damn baby, and I dreamed of Alison and the fun we’d’ had together.

The following week breezed right by, at least for me it did anyway; Alison was more busy with studying then she indicated she would be and she was pretty stressed out, so it kind of drug by slower for her then it did for me. Before long though, Friday had come about and we had discussed the day before what our intentions for our date were.

We would meet after class and head back to her apartment, where she would take a shower and get’ changed and then off to Franklin Mills Mall in Northeast Philadelphia where they would catch a bite to eat and go see a movie after they had dinner.

It was your generic date, but they were both looking forward to it.

We got back to her apartment and it was not a bad place, small with two bedrooms one of which her roommate Christy lived in but a nice place non-the-less. She told me I could chill on the couch for a while, while she would take a shower and freshen up a bit, but I made it clear I was interested in something else when I came up behind her at the kitchen sink.

She was washing out a glass to get me something to drink, when I wrapped my arms around her waist and she jumped in surprise then giggled. I kissed her neck and she turned around in my arms, pressing her lips to mine in a full on kiss.

“What’s this about,” she whispered to me.

“Well, you told me to relax on the couch while you take a shower, but I can’t seem to get out of my head what I want to do to you while you’re in the shower.”

She giggled and kissed me again, “Oh really,”

“Yeah, really,”

“Well then why don’t you come join me?”

I watched as she pulled away from me and started to get undressed, nice and slow as if she were teasing me. Soon enough, she was down to nothing more than her panties and I could see the outline of her cock through the fabric. She turned her back on me and walked towards the bathroom and I followed, close behind as I could hear the shower turning on.

I came into the bathroom behind her and she was waiting for the water to heat up; she motioned for me to strip and I obeyed. Slipping out of my shirt followed by my jeans and then at last my boxers and I watched as she slowly pulled her panties off revealing her fat cock. It was growing erect as she stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash over her body, and I felt my own dick begin to stir.

“Come on in,” she said.

I stepped into the shower and groaned at the feeling of the soothing hot water. It cascaded down both of our bodies as we pressed together, our dicks rubbing against one another causing friction between the two. We kissed, passionately, and I started fulya escort stroking her cock while she began to stroke my own.

After a few minutes of exploring each other’s bodies, she turned around so that her back was to me and I leaned against the wall as she pushed her ass up against my cock. I rubbed up and down along her ass crack, probing at her tight hole for entrance and moaned at the friction.

“Is this what you wanted to do to me?”

“Oh, fuck yeah,”

She took a deep breath and exhaled, moaning as she pushed back against me and my cock pushed slightly into her hole before she moved forward and I slipped right back out again.

“You want to fuck my sweet ass, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,”

“Well then go on; fuck my ass baby.”

I did not need any more coaxing, I grabbed her hips and pushed forward my cock probing her asshole before popping into her and she gasped in pleasure. I pushed past her sphincter and she pushed back against me, as I slid all the way into her all the way up to the balls.

I started thrusting in and out of her, the sound of our wet bodies slapping together echoed through the shower as I fucked her hot tight asshole.

It felt incredible, like no pussy I had ever fucked in my life; I’d’ had anal sex on a few occasions, but none as good as this.

She was moaning, panting, breathing heavily and calling out my name in pleasure as I reached around and started stroking her cock while I continued fucking her. Then she started with the dirty talk, just like in my dream.

“Yeah, that’s it baby; fuck my tight ass baby.”

I started pounding harder and she clamped down around me, squeezing her’ ass around my cock and causing me to throw my head back in pleasure. I was starting to get close now, and I just could not wait to unload my balls inside of her beautiful ass.

Finally, I could take no more and I buried myself deep inside of her and exploded, coating her insides with my warm sticky cum, She moaned at the feeling of my’ cum filling her up until it began to leak out of her ass and down along the length of my cock.

I slipped out and she turned around to let the water run down her back and along her ass crack and she kissed me as she let the water clean her out.

I could feel her cock pressing against my thigh now, and I looked down noticing now for the first time just how big she really was. I had noticed last week of course when I jerked her off, but I guess because this time we were both completely naked it just seemed so much different than it had last time.

“So how about we try switching things around?”

I knew what she meant, but that was where I drew the line without a doubt. I just wasn’t’ ready to go that far with this just yet; to have her penetrate me, that was something I was not willing to experiment with.

“I’m not sure if I’m ready for that yet,”

She gave me the puppy dog eyes and truthfully, I felt bad. She was obviously still very horny but that was just not’ what I was interested in just yet.

“I don’t want to,”

“Okay,” she said disappointed, but she kissed me on the lips to let me know that she was not angry at’ me.

“I’m still horny though.”

I smiled and grabbed her dick, stroking it nice and slow and reached forward, shutting off the shower water.

“Well,” I said with a start. “We could always go a second round if you want,”

“Mm, trust me I want; but it’s getting late and we’re going to miss our movie if we don’t get moving soon.”

“Alright then,”

We got out of the shower, dried off and’ proceeded to get dressed and were out the door by about six o’clock. We made it to the mall by quarter to seven and went straight to pick up the tickets; our movie was starting in fifteen minutes so we decided to get something to eat after the showing.

I paid for popcorn and soda as well as candy while she paid for the tickets and we made our way into the auditorium just as the film was starting.

It was some cheesy horror flick that had just come out recently, another film about possession; that whole idea had become a bit cliché to me now and I found these sort’ of films boring. We spent pretty much the entire time making out rather than watching the movie and found that to be much more entertaining in the long’ run anyway.

After the two and a half hour long movie was finally over, we left the theater and set out to find something to eat for dinner. It was late though and the mall was closed for the night’ which meant that none of the restaurants inside the mall were’ currently open. So’ we made our way outside, got in the car and decided to stop at one of the restaurants outside the mall, which ran on their own hours.

We stopped at Wendy’s; I wanted to treat so I told her to get whatever she wanted and I ordered my food after she ordered hers.

We took a seat and talked about the movie, or at least what little we had paid attention to before we started making out. Then bebek escort our conversation drifted to other things, starting with some questions left unanswered since we first hooked up the previous week. She wanted to better get’ to know me.

“So tell me about your life,”

“My life; what about it, it’s boring really,” I laughed.

“Oh come on now; tell me about your family. Your mother, your father…do you have any brothers or sisters?”

I nodded my head, taking a sip of the soda then sitting it down.

“I have one sister; her name is Alexis. My mom is a good mom, had me when she was in her late teens and because of the closeness in our age I have always considered her one of my best friends. My dad, well that’s’ a different story. Mom left him when I was thirteen because he kept running around. She’s married to a guy named Jim now, he’s a good guy’.”

“So that sums it all up in one long explanation huh?”

“Yeah,” I laughed. “Pretty’ much,”

“How many girlfriends have you had?”

Now she was changing the subject, she must have sensed my discomfort talking about how my family had fallen apart even though I tried to seem okay.

“I’ve had a couple, mostly during high school. Nothing special really; lost my virginity when I was sixteen years old, but sadly I don’t remember it that well because I was so drunk.”

She laughed and shook her head, giving my hand a light slap jokingly.

“Bad boy,” she said. “Breaking the law huh?”

“Yeah you could say that; so what about you, what’s your story?”

She looked out the window for a second or two then looked back at me smiling.

“What else, you know everything there is to know. Met my parents and all that good stuff; there’s not much else to explain besides what you already have seen.”

“Okay well…here’s a question. And don’t hate me, I know we’ve been together for a week now so I should know this but; how old are you?”

She started cracking up laughing, almost seeming like she did not take me seriously until I crammed it into her head that I was indeed, dead serious.

I really had no idea how old Alison was; Joe had not told me and I don’t think Jamie even really knew, but I imagined she could not have been that much older than we were because she did not look that much older.

“I’m twenty’ eight years old.”

“No way,” I said and she laughed again.

We talked a little while longer before getting up, discarding our trash and heading back outside to get in her car again. She was going to drive me home, but I asked if I could go back to her place with her and spend the night and she seemed open to the idea.

She admitted that she wasn’t’ really up to spending the night alone anyway, so it worked out for the better. We got back to her place around eleven thirty at night and she fixed us both a couple of drinks while we watched TV together. We sat on the couch, and she lay’ her head on my lap as I ran my hand through her hair and she looked like she was starting to fall asleep.

I found myself drifting off as well, unable to help it.

I woke with a start not long after, and found myself still sitting on the couch with Alison still asleep on my lap. I glanced at the clock: two thirty in the morning. I yawned, stretching and mistakenly waking her from her sleep, but it was for the best any way.

Spending the whole night on the couch would probably not be very comfortable for either of us. We got up and she led me to her bedroom where we stripped down to practically nothing, before crawling into her bed together.

She lay’ her head on my chest as we pulled the blankets over us and in no more than just a few minutes we were both sound asleep for the remainder of the night.

I woke the next day, to find that she was no longer in bed with me; I felt empty just looking at the spot where she would have been had she not woken up before me. I sat up, running a hand through my hair and rolled out of bed slipping into my jeans and walking out to the living room. Alison was in the kitchen, and I could smell eggs, bacon and sausage being cooked and felt my stomach growling from the smell.

“Morning,” I said.

She smiled at me, “Good morning.”

I came up behind her, kissing her on the neck and she laughed gently pushing me away.

“You’ll make me mess up the food; I wanted to make you breakfast.”

“Sounds good to me,” I replied. “It smells good to.”

Once it was ready, she fixed us both a plate and we sat down together to’ enjoy our morning meal. We started discussing what we wanted to do today realizing that it was Saturday, which meant neither of us had any classes to attend so we could have the whole day to ourselves if we wanted.

“I have an idea,” I said as I stood up to take my plate out to the sink in the kitchen. “We could go to the park up by my house; Pennypack Park. It’s a great place, you’ll love it there I promise.”

“Okay,” she replied excitedly.

“I florya escort have to stop home, get changed first. Maybe we could have a picnic there.”

She seemed to really like the idea, because she started fishing through her closet for a picnic blanket and luckily’ for us she actually found one in there to. We left her place about an hour later and stopped off at my house; I needed new clothes before we went anywhere.

I wasn’t’ looking forward to my mother or step-father being there to greet us but unfortunately they were there and I of course was going to have to introduce Alison to my mother.

Not that I had a problem with my mother I just was not sure how to explain the situation with Alison. She was a transsexual and I was happy to be with her, but I was not really’ sure about letting anyone know the truth just yet.

“Who’s your friend,” she asked as I had expected she would.

“Mom uh…this is Alison. Alison, this is my mom and that’s my step-father Jim.” Introductions had been’ made, but it was not over there.

My mom and Alison got along famously which should have been a good thing, but I was in a hurry to get out of here and down to the park so we could continue enjoying our Saturday together.

Thankfully, mom did not keep us waiting for too long and about twenty minutes later we were on our way out the door again and heading down to the park.

We got to the park and set up a blanket, having bought sandwiches at a corner store before coming down here. We sat down and started eating, while talking about how nice she thought my mother was. I was happy to see that they had gotten along so well together, and looked forward to a future where I would be able to tell my mother the truth about Alison.

After we ate, we just stayed there for a while talking and laughing. I was lying on my back and she was lying with her head right next to me, and I could smell her scent. I breathed in the smell of her hair and it felt as though I were in heaven.

I jumped in surprise as she rolled over and started kissing me on the lips while fondling my cock through the fabric of my pants.

“What are you doing?” I asked her almost wanting to laugh.

“Oh I don’t know,”

She had that teasing voice again, that one that she had used in the dream I had before. I was getting really’ hard, very fast and I found myself making out with her full on, tongue and everything. Thankfully there was really’ nowhere around but as she started messing with the zipper on my pants I decided it was best if we looked for somewhere more private.

“Let’s go somewhere,” I suggested.

She agreed; we packed up the blanket and started walking down the bike and jogger path while holding hands. I kept scanning the sides of the path for areas that went off into the woods, looking for some place that looked isolated enough for us to do whatever we wanted without having to worry about some random passing person seeing us in action.

“How about over there,”

She pointed off to the right of us and I looked in the direction she was motioning towards; it definitely looked isolated. If we went far enough back I was pretty sure we’d’ be out of sight of anyone that might be in the area.

I led her off the path and into the woods in the direction she had suggested, my cock raging in my pants as we walked. I could not wait to do the nasty things to her that my mind was so begging me to do and I knew she could not wait either. We reached the back of the isolated path, we had gone as far into the woods as possible before running into a dead end.

This was far enough back anyway, so it did not matter if we could go any further or not. I turned to her and wrapped my arms around her pulling her to me, our lips crashing together and our tongues entwining again.

She dropped the picnic blanket on the ground and I pushed her up against the tree in back of her, grabbing her ass in the process and she broke the kiss, laughing.

“Frisky I see,”

“Only because you’re so fucking hot,”

She smiled, leaned in and kissed me again; this time she was in control. As she kissed me on the lips, she started to undo my zipper freeing my raging erection from the confines of my pants as they fell down around my ankles. Alison grabbed hold of my member, stroking and jerking furiously as she started kissing and sucking my neck.

I groaned, just wanting to fuck her, not wanting her to continue teasing me, but Alison wasn’t ready to go all the way just yet. She wanted to have some fun before she did.

She turned me around so that now I was against the tree, and got down on her knees smiling innocently up at me. She gave the head of my shaft a lick or two as though she were licking a lollipop and I moaned as she finally wrapped her beautiful lips around the swollen head and took me all the way to the back of her throat.

Sucking and stroking, making the slurping noises that I had grown accustomed to when receiving oral sex, Alison was really getting into it and so was I of course.

Alison reached around and grabbed my ass cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze as she continued sucking my cock. I could feel myself starting to get close, but I did not want to cum just yet; so I groaned and grabbed her shoulder trying to get her attention.

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TV in Training

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The ad on the internet read…

“Submissive cocksucker needed…will train if necessary. Horse-hung master seeks attractive TV cocksucker for oral servitude. Gentle but firm master will train you to be the good little cocksucker you have always wanted to be. Send application and photos to [email protected]”

When “Wendy” applied for the position of oral slave I don’t think she understood exactly what she was getting into. Her e-mail message was appropriately submissive in tone but it was clear that she was not terribly experienced. Her pictures were cute…solo shots of her in lingerie sucking on a huge dildo and looking right at the camera…for some reason I doubted that she had ever had a real cock of any size to suck on. Cute, eager, hungry and local…I decided to give her an interview.

We met at a local wine bar. I had chosen the place for its eclectic clientele and the dark, rich, booth-lined interior. I wanted Wendy to be forced to come out dressed in elegant style but be comfortable while we conducted our interview at the table.

She arrived on time…lucky for her…I demand punctuality. She had dressed as I bomonti escort told her and her appearance actually surpassed my expectations. She was small, only 5’6″, slender and knew enough about dressing to add some curves into her snug black dress. Her makeup was tastefully done and attractive…tempting but not too slutty, appropriate for the occasion.

I had selected a table towards the back but one from which I could see the door. I spotted her when she entered and stood to direct her to the table. As she walked towards me I was pleased to see she was adept in her heels and had developed a delightful sway to her hips.

She was timid but excited…I could tell as she took her seat and looked at me across the table. After ordering our drinks we sat across from each other in silence…until I was ready to begin.

I was correct in my earlier assessment…she had been dressing for quite some time but had almost no real experience in pleasing a man. A couple of random encounters but never a consistent lover. That was all about to change. Her answers were appropriate and I was quite happy with cihangir escort her looks…now I needed to test her dedication.

I stood and extended my arm, she slipped her arm in mine and we headed back to my place to continue the interview. When we arrived at my place I changed into my robe while she took in her new surroundings. She paced a little then settled down on the couch while I changed.

When I returned to the room I settled into my big chair. As instructed, she crawled across the room and slid her hands up under my robe to begin her work. She gasped as her tiny hands wrapped themselves around the girth of my cock…she whispered “Mother Mary” barely audible above the music. She looked a little scared now so I smiled and nodded to her indicating that she was to continue. I was growing harder as her cool hands began to stroke my cock. She sat back and watched as it grew to full size…biting her lower lip nervously.

I told her to begin and she paused…looking up at me as if to be excused from her task. Clearly that was not going to happen. I leaned forward, speaking softly, kurtuluş escort and sliding my hands into her hair…firmly guiding her downward into my lap. She opened her mouth and accepted the head of my cock onto her velvety tongue.

While she tried mightily it became clear to me that she was going to need plenty of training and practice. She sucked the head of my cock into her mouth but lacked technique and was unable to get very far down. I began to coach her, pushing slightly and talking her down onto my huge shaft. Teaching her to deep throat would take time but in the meantime I would teach her to use her hands on the shaft while sucking the top half that she could already handle in her mouth.

She worked and worked for quite some time that night…finally I laid her on her back and began pumping my cock into her mouth from above. She accepted me deeper than before but still struggled to keep from gagging when I stroked her deep. Rather than choke her on her first night of service I pulled my cock free from her lips as I approached orgasm and shot my cum all over her pretty face. She looked adorable and quite pleased with herself as she smiled up through the cum.

Now tired and relaxed I proceeded to bed and she let herself out. I told her to return in two days, after practicing with her dildo, to get another lesson and provide me relief before the weekend.

That was her first visit…but there were many more to come.

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“Whose panties are these?” Jane shouted at Liam waving the lacy pink panties at Liam. “I found them in your pocket! Who is she? I want to know now Liam!”

“They’re mine!” he answered quietly standing in his bathrobe in the kitchen.

“Is she that whore at work manning the phones? We’ve been married for two years and you’re already cheating on me. I’m going to kill her who is it?” Jane continued shouting.

“They belong to me!” he said a bit more forcibly although looking directly at the floor.

“Who are you having an affair with? Tell me now!”

“Jane for heaven’s sake I’m not having an affair. I never would. I love you to bits. The panties are mine.” Liam said holding Jane’s’ hands and this time looking her straight in the eye.

“What do you mean they’re yours?” Jane stuttered, a look of bewilderment falling on her face.

“I like to wear women’s clothes from time to time. I love the fabric and the styles!”

“Are you gay is that what you’re trying to tell me? Are you leaving me for a man? I need to sit down!” Jane said letting go of Liam’s hands and slumping into a nearby chair. Liam sat in the adjourning chair breathing out heavily.

“Jane I am not gay. I don’t want to leave you. I love you. I know I should have told you a long time ago but it’s hard to start a conversation with ‘I like to wear women’s clothing'”.

“What do you mean a long time? How long has this been going on? Have you been wearing my clothes?” Jane asked.

“Yeah like we’re the same dress size. Jane you’re a slim attractive woman and I’m a big butch truck driver.” Liam said as a nervous smile crossed his face. “I have a small collection of my own clothes they’re in the back of the wardrobe. I put them on when you’re out sometimes. Yeah its been going on a while since I was about 18. I used to watch my sisters putting on their make up and getting dressed up and they would always look so pretty. Milly would practice her make up on me and it felt good being so pampered. I would try on their clothes and it would make me feel really good. I’ve always fancied women. You were always the prettiest girl in the street. I’ve loved you since I met you. Your beautiful figure, your green eyes, your vibrant red hair. I know each and every one of your freckles. You know I love you and I’d do anything for you. I just had this one secret. I like women’s clothing.”

“So when were you planning to tell me? I don’t know you if you’re noticed that I’m 3 months pregnant? I don’t know if I can take this stress!”

“Everyday I’ve wanted to tell you or show you but I’m scared of what you’d think. You mean the world to me and I don’t want you thinking I am a weirdo or some kind of pervert. My world would end if you left me because of this. If you want me to stop this I will be please don’t leave me! I love you and only you!”

“Its not going to be that easy now is it. You’ve been attracted to women’s’ clothing longer than you’ve even known me. So what kind of things is in this private stash of yours? How come I’ve never seen any of them? Show me where it all is I want to see it now if you are really into this!” Jane stood up. Liam stood up also and led Jane to their bedroom. He was shaking as he opened the wardrobe door. He had waited for this moment for so long and now it was here Liam felt physically sick. He slowly brought out 4 shoeboxes and sat with them on the floor.

“Here they are!” he said

“I thought you might have finally admitted who she was. I didn’t expect you would carry on with this Liam!” Jane said half laughing half angry.

“There isn’t anybody else!” Liam said his eyes filing with tears. “I wish I could be normal but this is normal to me!”

Jane stood up and picked up one of the shoeboxes and emptied the contents on the bed. The box was full of underwear all frilly and lacy. It had many different colour nylon both stockings and tights with various combinations of sheer, opaque and fishnets. A few lipsticks and other make up products fell out also.

“I need to go out for a bit I need some fresh air!” Jane said turning on her heals and walking out the door.

“Stop I don’t think its wise for you to leave right now. Are you going to be ok?” Liam said as he jumped to his feet to follow Jane.

“I’ll be fine I’m going to Darla’s. I just need some time to think things through!”

Liam stood by the doorframe to the main door. Jane had known Darla forever; she only lived about half a block away. Darla and Jane talked most things through so he knew she would be safe there. Now he was just worried about what she would tell Darla and also he needed her to calm down it wasn’t good for the vbet baby he was sure of that. He watched Jane disappear around the corner and went back inside the house.

Liam walked back upstairs intending fully to put all the underwear and make up back in the box. It was strewn all over the bed. Liam sat down next to them started to pick them up. Liam needed to cheer himself up and he could think of one thing that would give him an instant pick me up. Jane would be out of the house for a bit so there was no harm, perhaps this would be his last time he would be able to indulge himself if Jane decided she didn’t want him to wear it.

Liam started to put on his blackest most sheer stockings. They felt so good against his skin as he stroked his hands up his stocking legs he felt that usual warmth. He loved the lycra hold ups that fit snugly around his thighs. Liam opened the other boxes and selected his lacy powder blue frilly panties and bra. He slipped the panties on gently stroking his hands against the nylon of his stockings. Liam still hadn’t managed to put on his bra ladylike yet how they did it he never knew. He fed it round to the front and did up the fasteners before passing it back around and pulling the straps up onto his shoulders.

Liam pulled out a knee length marl grey coloured skirt that he loved. Next he pulled out a sheer black blouse that when he put on you could see his bra through it. Liam picked out his 2-inch heels a beautiful black satin with a cross over effect that slimmed his ankles. Lastly he pulled a blonde wig out of the last box and picked up his make up and went to find a mirror.

He sat down at Jane’s makeup mirror next to the wardrobe. He put the light on and began to make himself up. First he applied foundation to his skin, he had to wear more than some women due to joys of 6 o’clock shadow. Next he took out his trusty black eyeliner and carefully drew the liquid pencil around his eye to give himself definition. Liam then put his wig on and straightened it on his head. It was a long wig that fell down around his shoulders and he thought it suited him best. Then he applied a dark red pencil to line his lips before painting on a slightly dark burgundy lipstick using the brushes. He thought he looked good it was amazing what you could learn on the Internet these days. U tube had a great deal of make up shows that you could watch and learn from. Lastly he took out a fine brush and his eye shadow and using a combination of blue and a pale grey he finished off his eyes before applying his blue waterproof mascara.

Liam stood up and opened the wardrobe door to look in the full-length mirror inside the door. He thought he looked sexy, Liam wished that Jane would understand how wonderful he felt right now. This was the moment he looked forward to all week when Jane went round Darla’s for their weekly coffee and bitch about men. How many times had he wanted her to walk back in the door when he was dressed like this? In his dreams Jane would come in and just take him there and then. Maybe Liam should have kept it his ‘filthy’ secret but it was who he was and Jane should at least try to understand. He had long ago given his character a female name of Leanne. It helped him keep his thoughts separate.

Leanne sat down on the bed putting a flesh coloured nylon stocking over his right hand. He started by placing his hand with the stocking on onto his knee. First the hand travelled slowly down his leg before travelling up and under his skirt to the top of his stockings. He liked to wear a stocking over his hand so that he could imagine that it was Jane touching his body not himself dressed as a woman. The hand travelled further up his legs to his frilly panties. He let out a gasp mocking how he would react if it were Jane doing that.

His hand then went to his face and softly stroked his face with the stocking. Leanne loved the feeling of the nylon against his skin and he could feel that he was now getting quite hard in those frilly blue panties of his. The hand moved down to his chest and massaged his bra through the sheer black blouse. His cock was now aching to be touched but it would have to wait just a bit longer. Slowly he undid the buttons to his blouse and ran the stocking covered hand across his chest stopping only to squeeze and rotate his sensitive nipples. Now it was essential that he paid attention to his rock hard cock. Leanne lay down on the bed and hitched his skirt up over his hips. He ran his hand up his thighs to his panties. Slowly he lowered his panties to reveal his cock.

His cock needed to be touched and caressed. It wasn’t going to take him long to cum as he was vbet giriş so very turned on. Leanne’s hand touched his cock and it was like ecstasy as his hand encased in its nylon confines moving up and down his shaft. It felt so very good as he imagined it was Jane’s hand masturbating him bringing him close to release. He’d love her to be bent over him her gentle soft lips parting around his shaft sucking his cum out of him. His balls were so tight and he needed to come and come now. Leanne exploded out of his cock. His cum shot all over his grey skirt and he felt that warmth that flooded his body after an orgasm.

If this was the last orgasm Leanne would see he was glad it was a good strong one. He needed Jane more than he needed Leanne and if she told him to get rid of all the frills and girly things then Liam was prepared to do that. He wanted Jane to at least meet him once as Leanne. No time like the present he would sort himself out readjust his make up and clothing and call Jane and ask her to come and meet him.

Liam’s hands shaked as he texted Jane “Honey I love you and only you. Please just see me once dressed up and if you really hate it then I will stop it and never wear any of it ever again I promise. Please meet me at the house in 10 minutes.” He pressed send and then he could feel his heart trying to break through his rib cage. He’d never felt so nervous.

Liam needed to change Leanne’s skirt and retouch his make up. He would also need to make the bed and tidy away all the fancy stuff out of her sight. Liam wanted to surprise Jane that he wouldn’t look like a sad man in drag but that he actually looked quite classy as Leanne or at least he thought he did.

Ten minutes soon came and Leanne had finished dressing choosing a light denim skirt to replace the grey marl one that was now in the laundry basket. He had gone downstairs to wait for Jane peeking through the net curtains to catch a glimpse of her walking towards the house. Maybe Jane wouldn’t come. Maybe she was so sickened at the thought that she would stay at Darla’s. Then Liam saw her. Jane looked so frail as she crossed the road. As she got to the front of the house he watched her take a large intake of breathe before coming up the few steps to the house.

“I’m in here Jane!” Leanne managed to stutter out his voice shaking. It wouldn’t be long now he would know one way or the other how she felt. Leanne couldn’t turn around to face Jane he didn’t want to look at her.

“I’ve talked my options through with Darla.” Jane started.

“And….?”

“I didn’t realise how much she was a fan of yours! She put a great deal into perspective for me today. Darla told me to give you a chance; after all you’ve put up with me over the years. At least you’re not having an affair. Liam are you going to face me or am I going to forever see the back of that damn wig?” Jane said with a bit more force.

“I’m scared you’ll laugh. I feel very self-conscious. No one has ever seen me dressed as Leanne before. You’ll be the first!”

“Then turn around Leanne let me see you!”

Slowly Leanne turned to face Jane. He kept his eyes fixed on the floor he didn’t want to see her disapproval. He could hear her starting to chuckle. “I’ll go take it off and I’ll never wear it again. You obviously think I am loosing it but I don’t want to loose you. I’ll go change!” Leanne started to say.

“Now I haven’t said anything. You’ve actually got a lot of style but it is a bit strange to see you dressed like this. Not exactly what I fell in love with but I didn’t fall in love with a suit and tie I fell in love with you and hopefully you are the same person I fell in love with. As Darla said’ it could have been a lot worse’. I am laughing as your mascara has started to run. Come here you let me fix it for you! Jane said walking towards Leanne pulling a tissue from her pocket and gently wiping the area just under his left eye.

Jane was smiling at him when he looked up. She wasn’t laughing at him just smiling at him. “You’re giving me a run for the money on the makeup babe its better than mine, although the eyeliner is a little on the heavy side!” Jane looked him up and down and gestured for him to do a twirl.

“So what happens now?” Jane asked.

“We carry on pretty much as we always did. I couldn’t dress up like this everyday. For a start it wouldn’t be allowed at work as you really need to wear steel toe capped boots on the construction sites I deliver to.” Leanne said to Jane.

“So when would you dress like this?”

“Just from time to time as it does get me very horny. I would love you to make love to me as Leanne even vbettr if it’s only the one time. If you want me to do this when you’re out at Darla’s I will” he said.

“You will not. If you do this you do this with me not on your own do you understand? You never know I might like it as a change!” she said starting to giggle “it’s like you are a virgin and I’m going to corrupt you!”

“Well Leanne is a virgin so be gentle with me!” he said smiling for the first time since Jane had walked back through the door. He felt he could start to relax. Jane moved closer to Leanne and they hugged. Leanne thought it was the best hug he had ever had and smiled long and hard.

“You’re shaking!” Jane said as she held onto Leanne. “This is me, you’ve known me for years how can you be nervous?”

“I am just so glad you came back. I am nervous and excited and I’ve wanted you to be with me like this for ages. Come upstairs with me?” Leanne said slowly.

“Yes that might be a good idea!” Jane said taking his hand and leading him up the stairs to the bedroom. “Right I think I’d like you to kiss me now, although I might smear that make up of yours” she said leaning forward for a kiss. Her lips touching Leanne’s delicately painted lips. Leanne’s mouth opened to let Jane’s tongue lick at his teeth before entering his mouth. Soon he was kissing her back as gently as he could.

Jane moved Leanne back wards and sat him on the bed. She sat down next to him and smiled. Jane moved back in and kissed Leanne with more urgency this time before moving down to his neck sucking the flesh as she went slowly around his neck. Her hands moved to his knee and started feeling the denim. As Jane moved to his stockings Leanne let out a long sigh.

Jane moved her hand to Leanne’s blouse and rubbed his bra before undoing his blouse button by button revealing his powder blue bra. Jane removed his blouse and threw it on the floor. She moved in and lowered his bra and moved her tongue to his nipples. She licked around the nipples and then started sucking on his nipples one at a time and fondling the other one with her hand.

This was having an obvious affect on Leanne. Jane moved to the floor and started hitching up Leanne’s denim skirt. “Kiss my legs please” Leanne asked politely guiding his wife in what to do. Jane started kissing his legs through the stockings “ohhh that is just sooo good! It turns me on so much!” Jane carried on upwards to the lycra hold ups at the top of his legs. She could see his cock was straining against the fabric of his blue panties. With his skirt now around his waist Jane lowered his panties down his legs and over each of his heeled shoes.

Jane rubbed his legs all the way back up to his thighs. The nylon felt surprisingly good against her hands. Jane licked the pre-cum of Leanne’s hard cock letting her tongue move across the top of his cock. Soon she was devouring his cock sucking, licking and forcing her tongue down the eye. She could sense that Leanne was close to cumming so she slowed down and moved her attention to herself.

Jane stood up and stepped out of her heeled shoes. She unbuckled her belt and zip and let her trousers fall to the floor. Jane was glad she was wearing her stockings and suspenders today seeing his reaction to nylon already. Jane enjoyed being in such control, as normally she wasn’t such a dominant person. She unbuttoned her green cashmere cardigan revealing her bra. As she did this Leanne moved further across the bed. He smiled at her as this was going far better than he had ever expected.

Jane walked to the bed and got up on top of Leanne. She bent her knees and used her hand to move her panties to one side and guide his cock inside her. Leanne moved his hands across Jane’s stockings before moving one of his hands to her breasts. He started squeezing her breasts through the bra. He was being gentle, as he knew her nipples were quite tender at the moment. Leanne was not going to be able to last long he was so very turned on but he wanted Jane to cum before he did. He moved his hand down to her panties and put his hand in next to his cock and rubbed her clit it was already swollen. She was so wet and this was another indication that she was very close to cumming.

Jane and Leanne came together she screamed as his white liquid squirted inside her. After a few short moments Jane collapsed on to the bed next to Leanne. He turned and kissed her softly on her forehead “Thank you babe!”

“It was actually more arousing than I thought!” Jane said “I kind of liked being in control!”

“So would you consider doing that again at some point?” Leanne ventured.

“Not every day.” She said “but give yourself some time to recuperate and I am sure in another half hour you could try convincing me again!” Jane continued as she watched his face fall, which then turned into a broad smile. “Now come here you I must sort out that eyeliner for you!”

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Tranny Attack Ch. 02

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“You’ll be hearing from me again, sweety!” With those words Julia had kicked me out of her apartment.

I dragged by bruised and ass-fucked body home. Thankfully, Jane was not back as yet. All through the journey back to my house images of the previous night kept playing through my head. Discovering Julia’s cock, of being tied up and buggered, of sucking her cock, and of having Julia piss on me. And it was all on camera! And who had she sent the videos to? If she blackmailed me, what would I do. I could pay her off quietly, since we were a traditional household and Jane never said anything about the finances. Hell, Jane did not even have a bank account. A maelstrom of thoughts coursed through my mind like tiny electrical shocks. I could never tell Jane and my kids about this. For God’s sake, this was ME!!!

I had to bathe and get out before Jane returned. I stripped and examined my body in the shower. And once again, the thoughts of the previous night came back to me and of all things my cock began to harden. I hated myself but I knew that I had drawn pleasure from the buggery I had been subjected to the previous night. I hated myself even more when I began to visualize Julia’s enormous cock and heavy balls, black, and sinfully, deliciously, beautiful. My cock was rock hard now and despite myself and my self-loathing, I began to jerk and soon spurted cum onto the floor. When I had finished a stricken sob choked me. What had I just done? Yes, I do jerk off every now and then, but to thoughts of a black cock? Is this what I had come to? I changed and left the house, swearing that it was over. I would never let such a thing happen again. I would triumph and resume my normal life, and never again would I stray from the straight and narrow.

I am a web consultant and make a handsome living out of telling people too lazy to build their own web sites, how to go about it. And so I got to my office and got on to the internet to check the state of the world. And then I found my mind starting to stray. Of course, I knew of internet porn and loved to see a few hot naked babes, but nothing kinky, all strictly white and vanilla. Would there be transsexual porn? Would there be pictures of girls – were they girls – like Julia? My cock began to harden again.

I could just take a little peek, it would not hurt, and I would then close the chapter on this sordid part of my life. I called my secretary and asked her to hold my calls. I then opened up a search box and typed ‘transexual pictures.’ What came up was amazing. There were so many sites, and I could see mentions of transsexuals, transgenders, shemales, t-girls, trannies, ladyboys, and cross-dressers. What was the world coming to? But as I opened site after site I was in thrall of the images. These girls looked so hot!!! They had female features, long-hair, superb breasts, but they also had cocks! And some of the cocks were so big! And some were so beautiful! And there were there from even country and race, Latinas, Thais, Italians, Americans, Brazilians, Turks and lots of Brits!

I was totally engrossed, enjoying this visual feast of shecock. My cock was hard and ready to burst. Damn, I was going mad! I was fantasizing about these women. These were not men, these beauties were women! And I wanted them. And my mind began to drift to the one shemale (I liked that term) I did know – Julia. And I was scared and yet excited. I knew where she lived . . . no, I could not possibly even think of it.

But try as much as I could, images of Julia fucking me and of me sucking her cock (her beautiful cock) kept flashing through my mind. I spent the entire day looking at shemale porn but could not get Julia (and her beautiful cock) out of my mind. ankarakazan.com And then before I left office, bleary-eyed from too much surfing, a message arrived on my mobile. It was terse: ‘Be at my place at 10 tom morning sweety. Julia.’ I was furious! How dare this woman, this shemale, this freak, try to blackmail me! I would go down there in the morning and I would sort her out and end this.

When I returned home Jane remarked that I was unusually quiet and that I must be very tired. I replied in the affirmative, mind constantly returning to Julia. At night I could not sleep and tossed and turned, images of Julia’s cock dangling in front of my face.

The next morning, telling Jane that I had urgent work, I rushed off determined once again to tell Julia where to get off. By this time I had decided that it had been fun, but I had also decided that it was wrong and that it had to end. I rang her doorbell with every sense of purpose intact, but nothing could have prepared me for the way she greeted me. She was wearing nothing, except for a lacy white thong, a thong which stood out against her black flesh, and a thong so tiny that her cock strained against it stretching the thong to its limit.

“Er…,” I stammered as Julia reached out and hauled me into her flat slamming the door shut. “Hello, sweety,” she purred in those golden tones that had ensnared me and dragged me into this. “We started out on a wrong foot and I wanted to make things up to you today.” But I was having none of it. I held out my hand to indicate she should stop and said “Look Julia, we are both adults and I think we had a misunderstanding. We need to end this now.”

Bad move. Once again I saw the maniacal rage rise in her eye. I blanched but before I could say anything further, she had crossed over to me and slapped me very hard. The fight went out of me and tears sprang up in my eyes. “…pl..please,” I stammered.

“STRIP,” she screamed, “STRIP WHORE!!! Evidently you still have not learned your lesson. God, I am so going to enjoy training you.” I was trembling and began to take off my clothes but I was not fast enough for her. “QUICKLY,” she yelled and gave me a well-directed kick to my ass which sent me sprawling. Huddled on the floor I stripped to my underwear, desperately not wanting Julia to know, to see. Not wanting Julia to see my raging hard on.

The lady had no compunctions and immediately knew my dirty little secret. “You dirty shit,” she spat, “you’ve got a hard on haven’t you?’ I said nothing. “HAVEN’T YOU?” she screamed and dealt me another stinging slap. “Yes,” I stammered, “yes.” “STRIP!” she screamed, and I did, sitting awkwardly on the floor my cock standing erect from my crotch. “Kneel, bitch,” she purred and I did. “Now tell the camera what you want. ” I hesitated and she raised her hand a little. I flinched and she laughed. “Go on slut,” she purred, “tell the camera.”

I looked speechless at the video camera, its recording light flashing regularly. Julia reached out and I saw the whip again. She swung it through the air with a swish and I blurted out, “I want cock.” “Whose cock?” she demanded? “Juila’s cock.” “And what do you want to do with Julia’s cock?” “I want to suck it. Suck it, take it down my throat, taste every bit of it…”

“Get to work,” she purred and positioned herself before me. I could stand it no longer and pulled her thong down. Her cock sprang free and whipped against my face leaving a strand of sticky pre-cum between my face and her cockeye. The strand broke and Julia allowed me to remove her thong. She grabbed a handful of my hair, traced precum across my forehead and said, “Do it, coucksuckerwhore!”

I could not help it. I was being forced and doing this to save my family. I let Julia ram the 9 inches of black meat down my throat and I almost threw up. The last time I had had a few drinks, but this time I was sober and I tasted her cock meat. It tasted like crotch, a faint muskiness of piss and pre-cum, a faint saltiness of sweat . . . it tasted good. Julia began to ram her cock down my throat ferociously and had she not stopped I would have thrown up. Luckily she stopped. “Now be a good little cocksuckingwhore and please me. Suck it like your life depends on it.” I hesitated and moved my head towards her erect cock, shining with spit, my spit. It looked evil and I pulled back. For this I was rewarded with a stinging slap that send me to the floor. “STUPID BITCH! WHAT DID I TELL YOU?” her face was close to mine and spittle from her contorted yelling sprayed my face. She yanked me up again. “Suck it like you love it, and believe me I know you do,” and for good measure she brought the whip down on my back.

I got to work. I leaned forward and ran my tongue on the underside on her heavy black balls. “Go all the way whore, I think you know what to do.” And so I continued past her balls, licking her sweaty goonch, going all the way to her asshole, dark black, frighteningly attractive. There was a quick sharp tap of the whip and I did it. I licked her asshole. I ran my tongue all around the sphincter and she moaned a deep and husky moan that I felt in my cock. I wanted to please her. To make her less angry with me. To like me. I rimmed her asshole, coating it with a thick coat of my spit. She moaned again and lowered her ass a little. I pushed my tongue against her sphincter and it parted. I slid my tongue in, tasting her pushing more and more in. I began to tongue fuck her and her moaning increased in intensity. “Now do my cock,” she moaned and I withdrew, slowing running my cock along her goonch back to her beautiful balls.

Her balls were taut with tension and I tookthem into my mouth, savouring their musk. Her cock rested erect along my nose and my nostrils were conveniently lodged at the little black cave between her cock and balls. I rolled her balls around my mouth, running my tongue over them, coating them, making them slick and shiny with spit. She moaned and held my head in place. Please, please, please let me please her, I thought. I let them out of my mouth and began to lick her balls. I licked with devotion, running my tongue along every wrinkle, every fold of skin, pausing occasionally to take a single ball into my mouth and give it a little suck, pausing to occasionally plant a little kiss on a ball, licking, sucking, kissing. I did not let up and from her moans I could tell that I was doing a good job.

I now wanted to do a good job on her shecock. It was black and beautiful. 9 inches long, uncut, and about three inches thick, a true monster. It was thickly veined and to start my cocksucking I ran the tip of my nose along the underside and when I reached her red cockeye I kissed it, tasting the salty precum. She did not release her grip on my head but when I dared glance upwards I saw her eyes closed and her face a picture of ecstasy. I resolved to please Julia even more. I ran my tongue down the thick vein on the underside of her cock and then quickly began to kiss the side of her cock, coming back to the engorged head where I kissed the underside and then the top. I then planted small kisses down the other side of her cock. A primeval animal like sound escaped her and I responded by taking her cock down my throat. It never seemed to end but was finally lodged in my mouth. It was not slick, so I let it out again and began to carefully lick her cock, making love to it, dropping gobs of saliva onto it, massaging it, loving it, worshiping it, until it was coated with saliva. I then took it into my throat again and began to move my head, deepthroating Julia. “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS…” she moaned and brought the whip down on me. I felt good and began to move faster. Now Julia wanted her pleasure and she took matters into her capable hands. She held my head firmly in place and began to thrust, fucking my face with her cock.

The cock hammered my throat driving into me with the full force of Julia’s generous and lovely ass behind it. But it felt so good, to be so completely in another’s control. I knew Julia would have to cum soon and prepared not to choke or gag. I would please her even more by swallowing every drop of her cum. And cum she did, with a great moan, shooting great gobs of thick, sticky, sweet cum down my throat. I thought she would never stop but eventually when I was ready to burst she stopped but held my head in place. I sucked on her softening cock greedily and when she let me go quickly sucked on the cockhead for the last drops. I looked up to see Julia smiling at me, her cock now limp and soft with the beautiful wrinkly foreskin covering the cock head. She continued smiling and her smile grew, and as it grew, her cock also began to grow, becoming hard again!

She signalled with a toss of her head and I obeyed immediately, getting on my hand and knees with my ass facing her. Julia got into position and I felt her spit on my asshole. And then Julia’s huge cockhead was positioned at my asshole. Julia was going to bugger me. And I wanted it.

As mentally prepared as I was, nothing could have prepared me for Julia’s attack. She entered slowly but without a pause. I gasped at the shock and the pain I felt as her huge cock entered. “Aaaaaaaaaah…..” I moaned. “SHUT UP BITCH!” she screamed and gave me a facefull of spit and a slap. Grabbing my hair she spun me so I directly faced the camera. And then she began to bugger me hard and fast. With a cry I collapsed onto the carpet overwhelmed by Julia’s weight and the sensation of her cock slamming into my poor asshole. Julia did not relent. In fact, my distress seemed to give her additional energy and she began to fuck me faster, hips slapping against my ass. And then it began to feel good and fulfilling. Yes, I had come to suck her cock, but I had also come for this, this total humiliation and buggering. I was moaning when Julia’s body tensed and she began to cum. “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS,” she hissed and began to fill my ass with her hot cum. I felt fulfilled that I had helped this woman cum. Burst after burst of hot cum filled my ass and as it did I too burst, shooting my cum onto Julia’s carpet.

When she had finished Julia pulled out and just sat there, legs splayed out, her shrivelled and wet cock hanging obscenely between her legs. Julia’s eye’s met mine and dropped to her cock. She did not have to say anything. I silently got into position and using my mouth began to clean her cock. I was then made to lap up my cum from the carpet. “I’ll be sending you the cleaning bill, whore,” said Julia and then beckoned me to follow her and let me to the bathroom. I was told to get into the tub and wait.

I knew what was coming, and when she returned she had the camera, which she set up in a corner, and a huge two-liter glass beer tankard. “Now bitch,” she barked, “make sure you drink down every drop of my precious piss. Hold the tankard under your chin, so nothing will be wasted.” I did as told and watched as a hot stream of piss issued from Julia’s cockeye and entered my mouth. It tasted salty and I attempted to swallow everything. But she pissed like she came, in huge quantities. She directed the last of her piss into the tankard creating a froth. “Now bitch, let’s see a bottom’s up.” And so, raising the tankard I drank and drank, if I paused, the whip would cut across me.

Julia quite literally kicked me out of her place when she had finished. I was given barely enough time to get dressed. As I dressed she watched and taunted me, naked, statuesque and smoking a cigarette. “You want me don’t you sweety? You prefer me to Jane don’t you?” And as I prepared to leave, again those words, “You’ll be hearing from me again, sweety.”

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Confuscius, he say “Find a job you love, and you’ll never work a day in your life.”

Being a fitness instructor is the perfect job for a sadist. Where else, outside of a whorehouse, does a man spend his days ordering women to do painful and demeaning tasks?

Most of my colleagues (the very few straight ones) go for the stunning blonde twenty somethings. Me, I much prefer the older woman. They need me MUCH more than I need them and I can treat them accordingly. Plus they tend to be better able to afford my ludicrous fees.

Press-ups are my favorites – it’s genuinely a good exercise for the woman, but I get a thrill out of watching the woman drop and push their pampered faces close to the ground at my command. I insist on perfect form and I insist the nose actually touches the ground. If not, they are likely to get a gentle push from my boot to the back of their heads. After the fifth time, even the stupidest woman catches on. Better yet is where I’ve taken them to the park for their session. Face down into the mud – the temptation is to push on too hard. And all in public, where the friends of the pampered lady might see her sweating and panting in the dirt.

When they become more proficient, I get them to pause and hold the position, nose just touching the floor. If they fail to metinhukukburosu.com hold until I give the word, they get a shouted and very direct lecture in their faces on how lazy and weak-willed they are.

Oh yes, I’m allowed to be very rude to my clients. Certain women seek me out because of it. Some desperately need to get in shape and they like my uncompromising style, but one or two quite clearly enjoy the abuse way, way too much.

Take Angie, for example. She’s something big in the management of a top magazine. She looks to be in her late forties or maybe she’s well-preserved and in her early fifties. Expensively dressed, even in the gym. Big beautiful backside and a breathtaking big rack of boobs.

After our second session she waited around and watched me take another woman through her paces. She watched with considerable interest and seemed to enjoy what she saw. She approached me as I was on my way into the changing rooms.

“You’re very good.”

“Thank you.”

“I mean – you really know what you’re doing. Can I ask something?”

“Sure.”

“How do you know when to stop?”

“Stop?”

“How do you know how far to go – how much exercise the woman can take – how much shouting she’ll put up with.”

I looked over at her. She was blushing and when I made eye contact, she lowered her eyes. I knew then for sure that she was a Submissive..

I smiled.

“I’ve been doing this for a quite a few years – first in the army and now freelance. I know when someone is really at the edge and when they are just being lazy and weak. As for the shouting – it’s for their own good and if they don’t see that then they can get a more polite instructor. Was it too much for you?”

“No, no, not at all.. In fact …”

She tailed off and blushed. I imagine a wealthy career woman like her didn’t blush often.

“In fact …?”

“Yes, in fact .. er, I think you went a bit easy on me.”

I flashed her a big smile.

“Well, that’s easily fixed. Drop and give me fifty right now.”

Without delay she did drop and started with the push-ups. In lesson one she managed only twenty, in lesson two only twenty five. Fifty was way out of her reach, especially after a hard session and by the time she got to twenty, her form was ragged.

“Stop!” I yelled. “Hold it there”

She stopped in mid press-up, her arms shaking.

“Do you see what you’re doing wrong?”

“Yes – I want to do it properly but my arms aren’t strong enough.”

“Don’t you dare give me excuses. Ever. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now tell me what this is about. Why do you need me to get harsh with you? You some kinda pervert?”

“No. no, no.” she lied “It’s just I’ve got all kind of competition at work – young skinny girls with legs up to here and I need to fight back. Lose some weight, get fit. Can I stop holding this position now?”

I sighed.

“Never, ever again ask me that. Everything I do is for your own good and if you start questioning that, you might as well find another instructor. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Good. So you want some toughening up. I can help you with that. But we’re going to need to double the number of sessions. OK?”

“Yes, sure. I can afford it.” her arms were shaking a lot now and she was on the verge of failing. I spied an opportunity.

“And for the intensive sessions I have in mind, the rate is double what you pay for these too-easy sessions you dislike. OK?”

“Yes, yes. OK.”

“Now you can stop holding”

She slumped to the floor. I was impressed that she had held on – she obviously had a good threshold of pain and a strong desire to please. Yummy.

“So, go do laps round the track for twenty minutes and then get a shower. A cold one. From now on, all showers are cold for you, lady.”

She nodded and obediently jogged off. I watched her significant lycra-clad rear go and licked my lips at the thought of the money, pain and pleasure to come.

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First Time Being Dominated

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She had meet him a year ago and never had she thought she would enjoy the life of BDSM or the commands from her Master. BarbaraAnne knew that he was more than her Master, more than her Dom, he was also her great love and her best friend. She had cherished each order from him and always did as she was told. The first glimpse into the pleasures of BDSM was a few weeks after they had meet and started thier relationship.

Ulliseus had invited BarbaraAnne to his house for a romantic evening. BarbaraAnne was dressed in a red halter dress, nude thigh highs, and red ankle strap 4 inch heels he had bought for her and told her he wanted her to wear it tonight. It started with a romantic dinner and then they went to sit on the couch. Ulliseus started to carress her face and he went to kiss her. At that first kiss she melted. He kissed her with such passion and fire. He took her to the bedroom and took all her clothes off except the thigh highs and red high heels and undressed himself just as quickly sex hikayeleri as he had done with her.

She admired his body and became wet instantly.

Ulliseus was on her kissing her lips and neck. She closed her eyes enjoying his kisses on her body when she felt something cold on her wrists. BarbaraAnne opened her eyes to see Ulliseus closing the cuffs he had put on her hands. She was confused and when he saw that she was he whipsered to her “BarbaraAnne do you trust me” and she said could’nt talk just nodded her head yes. He didnt say anything more and on his side was another pair of shiny cuffs this time longer. He got them and put one on each ankle. He got off of her and went to his dresser took out something she saw and her eyes dialated from what he had in his hand. He walked back to the bed and with what he had in his hands, he proceeded to put it on her. They were silver nipple clamps, he touched her nipples with his fingers to make them hard then put a clamp on her left nipple porno hikayeleri then the other. She winced and made a noise as soon as she felt them on her, even more as he tightem them on her. She felt the pressure on her nipples altough they hurt she also felt pleasure from the pain. She saw that he had gotten hard from the noise and wincing she was doing. He licked the sides of her breasts and the tips of her nipples. The pain she once felt was replaced by sheer joy. Ulliseus trailed his fingers to her clit. He spread her legs as she was cuffed and could not move.

Once again he took something he had on his side, this time they were wooden clothes pin and with his fingers put one on each of her lips to spread her. He slid a finger in her and felt how wet she was and this pleased him. He added one more until he had three in her. She had her head back and felt that she was on heat from his touch on her. He did that awhile because he knew she wanted more but decided he would make seks hikayeleri her wait until she could no longer stand it. He took everything off of her except the wrist cuffs he wanted to her to enjoy as as much as he would. He went over her and put her legs on each side of his waist and slid his hard cock into her. As soon as he did she started to moan, that made him go deeper and harder in her. She matched his every movement. He was moving in and out of her with such speed and such strentgh that they both did cum at the same time. She knew from that moment on she was his. Ulliseus had found a sub and a love he would guide under his command with both respect and strentgh but most of all his love. He had never meet any woman that would serve his every need with such pleasure and obedience. This was the first of many things they tried together in the world of BDSM . For that was a wonderful way that they both enjoyed the pleasures of both pain and joy in thier life as a Dom and a sub.

That is a story for another day the exploration they both shared and the many things they did as Dom and sub. If you like this story then in the coming months I will share with my readers the journey of this couple as they explore all that has to do with BDSM.